I climbed into bed beside him and turned away as I felt tears cascade down my cheek. Eventually I fell asleep as I thought about the morning being the first day of my married life.
In the morning I woke up to room service. My husband was awake and he was talking to the hotel staff as they delivered food. I cowered under the covers desperate not to be seen in my lingerie.
My husband brought in the breakfast and placed it on the table.
He turned to the bed and noticed I was awake, "Hey. You looked so beautiful and peaceful. I didn't want to wake you. I ordered room service so we could relax here this morning."
His words were sweet and he had a way of making me smile.
He got into the bed next to me and kissed me on the lips. It was my first real kiss. It wasn't passionate or sexual but it felt nice.
"You look simply stunning but there is something that I need to tell you," his words seem ominous.
I just nod my head and indicate for him to continue. There is a nervous tension within me.
"I have had a problem for many years and well it was the main reason I held off on marriage for so long. I have a psychological problem. I am in love with you and I will treat you like a princess but I can't do anything about this problem," he is in tears and I cannot help but embrace him.
"You can tell me. I am your wife now," I try to soothe him.
"I cannot obtain an erection. No matter how much I want to, it is just not possible. I am trying to resolve it and one day I will," he says.
"Have you tried Viagra?" I ask and instantly feel stupid. "It is not physical. It is psychological. My therapist thinks there is a trauma or some issue I need to unlock."
There was a lot of coded language that I did not fully understand. At the time I was naive and frankly, in love so I did not question what I was being told. I did not fully understand it. I just felt I had to support him.
It was a whirlwind relationship but I felt trapped in a sexless marriage and sex was one thing I really looked forward to.
My husband was kind and doting but the lack of sex was a problem for me. It was something I had desired for the longest time.
After 6 months of marriage these worries began to grow as my mother in law and my own mother began to question why I was not pregnant. I could not betray my husband's confidence and tell her the exact reasons. It felt like they thought I was to blame and my mother in law would hint that I need to exercise and be more healthy.
My frustrations would boil over and I would end up resenting my husband for his problems.
I had a conference coming up in Las Vegas. It was a short two day conference but it meant flying out. My husband was supportive and encouraged my career so I flew out alone for the conference.
I never liked Las Vegas much as a city and I was pretty much holed up in my hotel room or the conference room. It was pretty lonely and on the second night my thoughts went back to the pages I visited and the stranger I talked to.
I had not messaged him and he had not messaged me since that last night. I began writing a message. I had started writing, "Hey" but it felt like a bad idea and I thought I should delete it. I went to press the delete button but for some reason delete and send are next to each other on my phone and my fat thumb pressed send.
"Are you feeling horny?" The reply was immediate.
"Yes. Are you?" I was unable to stop this train that was in motion.
"How can I not be when I am talking such a sexy bitch," he replies.
"Bitch? Is that a way to greet someone?" I ask.
"Well I have every intention in putting you on all fours and giving you my Hindu lund," he replies.
"Shall we play?" I ask.
"I have hired your firm to deal with a dispute I am having with some partners. I was in the office earlier and you are working in my team of lawyers. You are one of the junior members. I find you sexy in your pant suit. Your ass and body straining against the strict confines. After the meeting I am left with you to sign some papers. Everything seems in order and I am sent on my way. Only you have forgotten to get a document signed. It was left on your desk and you had so many documents to get completed. So you call me and ask me to come back. I sound irritable and you agree to meet me at my home. When you arrive I invite you in and offer you a drink. I let you believe it is tea but I have mixed in some vodka."
I am lost in thought and swallow at his description. I begin typing but stop and delete it. The description of a lawyer was too close to the truth and the way I dressed. Most men fantasize about women in skirts but he had selected a pantsuit for me which I wore in real life.
My rule was that this would be anonymous but if I changed this scenario he would know he hit close to the truth. So I played along.
"You know that as a Muslim I don't drink and cannot take the effects of alcohol. I take a sip as I am nervous. I have made a mistake and I am worried about being in trouble. I hand you the documents to sign and you murmur and contemplate unnecessarily as it makes me more tense. I finish my cup due to the tension. You fill up my cup with the 'tea' once more. As you look over the documents your hand idly rests against my leg and you rub my leg."
There was an extra layer of excitement as I tried to imagine this being a real life scenario.
"I can sense you are virginal as you push my hand away but I can feel the heat from your cunt. I picture you in some lingerie under that stiff business suit. The lingerie struggling to contain your mammoth tits as they spill over the cups. Fuck! My big fat Hindu lund twitches in my pants as I imagine slapping your tits with my cock. I am persistent and move my hand higher up your leg as my fingers make brief contact with your mound. You take a deep breath at this contact and the heat is increasing."
The way he talks about my lingerie takes me back to my wedding night and I want to heighten the experience between us. I crop the picture of my wedding night lingerie so that my face is cut out. My heart is beating like crazy as I send him the pictures. As soon as I hit send I am filled with a mix of anxiety and dread.
"I have sent you something to give you an idea of what you would see under my business suit. There is a heat and moistness caused by your touching. The alcohol is taking affect and I am feeling lusty. I am less resistant to your touching and there is a predator instinct about you. Your hand has opened my pants and you are rubbing me through my panties. The moisture has soaked through and coated your fingers. I pull your hand out and push you away. You smell your fingers revealing my own arousal to myself."
I have soaked my panties as we exchange messages. My hand is toying with my clit over my panties. Gently rubbing and flicking my clit. There is a growing urge to want to talk to him.
"Wow!!! What a picture!!! Fuck! I need to ravage you now! Can I call or are your parents around?" He asks. The compliment is what I need. He follows it up with a picture of his hard uncut cock juicy with precum.
"Call me," I reply simply.
Within a few seconds my phone lights up for an incoming call.
"You sexy bitch! I need to bend you over and fuck your cunt silly!" He says before I can answer. There is no awkward hello. He straight away tells me how he wants me.
"Your cock is not that bad either! Did I make it that hard?" I ask in a joking manner but actually I am seeking validation.
"Of course it did! You sexy bitch! Your tits are driving me crazy. Fuck and that ass. I just want to fucking eat it," he says.
"Hmm. Would love to feel your tongue there," I reply.
"A bit loud tonight? Are you not worried about your parents?" He asks and it makes me giggle involuntarily.
"No. I am married now. So I have my own place," I say revealing too much of my own life.
"Where is your husband?" He asks inquisitively.
"I am away on a conference," I reply without thinking. I had to stop this. I was giving away too much about myself.
"You certainly looked virginal in the pictures. Slutty virgin. Fuck! If I was in your room now I would ravage that body. The ass that makes thongs disappear," he says.
"Look at my picture and tell me what you would do to me on my wedding night?" I ask.
"I would grab you by the back of your hair and pull you into me. Your body slamming against mine. Your lips meet mine and we share a passionate kiss. My lips meeting yours. My tongue passing your lips and meeting your tongue. I want to explore the depths of your body. You rub your pussy up and down against my hard naked uncut cock. Even through your thong you can feel how virile and hard my cock is." His voice is sending shivers down my body. I move knees up to let me slide my panties down. I am now stroking my juicy pussy lips. He has me so wet.
"Ya Allah! What will you do next?" I ask as my body has a tingly and excited sensation through it. I roll over on my belly as I cradle the phone between my head and pillow. Both of my hands are free to use on my body. I roughly play with my breasts. Twisting and pulling on my nipples before gently slapping my breasts. My other hand is between my legs and I am toying with my clit. I feel my body getting close and that orgasm building stronger than ever before.
"I push you down by your shoulders until you are on your knees. I slap my dick across your face on each cheek. You know what you must do and you tenderly lick my cock. Swirling your tongue on the underside of my cock which makes me shiver at the sensitive touch. You are enjoying teasing me but I want to abuse you. You tentatively take my cock into your mouth. You are worried about how much you can take. I take control and ram it the rest of the way down your throat. I throat fuck you with repeated thrusts down your throat as you try to keep up by massaging my balls and stroking my cock. I can feel myself getting close but I have no intention of cumming down your throat. I pull out and you gasp for air as you hold your painful throat. 'Take those titties out.' I order you and you comply like the obedient submissive slut you are. You look up at me waiting for my instructions. I spit between your cleavage and you know what I want. You wrap your tits around my fat dick as I thrust between your titties."
I am so close now and I am not content with the talk. I need something more tonight.
"Are you close? I want to see your Hindu lund cum," I ask.
"Video call me," he replies.
I am so horny and so on edge that I want this as much as him. We disconnect the call and then I call him on video. I have no intention of switching on my camera and ensure it is off when he answers.
The video is of his fat juicy wet cock in the middle of the screen.
"Ohhhhhhh! Fuck! Nice," I let out an involuntarily moan.
"Show me your fat tits!" He asks.
"I can't! Stroke it faster! I want to watch you cum!" I ask.
"I want to cum on your tits. I want to cream them with my Hindu cum! Show me those fucking tits!" He was getting demanding and I was beginning to feel a need to obey his commands. His stroking had picked up pace and my own rubbing of my clit was matching him.
"You want to cum on my tits? You want to see my fat tits?" I ask in my horny state.
"Yes, you stupid Mulli cunt! Show me those fucking tits!" He demands again.
My resolve is weakening and that need to watch him cum is overpowering. I give in. I turn on my camera and point it at my tits.
"Slap those fat monstrous titties you stupid cunt!" He orders and I comply slapping them.
"Harder you stupid bitch!" I slap them harder.
"I said fucking harder you dumb cunt!" Again I slap them harder and I wince at the pain. The pain causes my arousal to be even stronger.
I am edging myself as I am so close to cumming. I need to cum so desperately but hold off until I see him cum.
"Holy Krishna!" He grunts as he thrusts up and his cum comes flying out.
"Ya Allahhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" I moan as my body convulses in a powerful orgasm dropping my phone.
My body shook and convulsed for a few minutes as I came down from my orgasm. It took me a few minutes to gain my senses and realize what had happened. Luckily my camera was facing down on the bed and I hoped my secrecy was not compromised.
I did not talk to the stranger again after that risky night and went back to my life. My husband was good to me and I had no complaints but for the inability to have sex. This caused many problems outside of our sex life. Our parents would always press us about children but I could never betray my husband.
It was a year into my marriage and my husband suggested we try IVF. We did our tests and were found to be fit and healthy and ideal. I had some reservations about this. The main one being that I did not want to conceive a child without having sex first. I was not into the idea of an immaculate birth.
I was ultimately persuaded that this was our only option.
I had a conference in New York and it gave me some time to think. The conference was a dull affair as they usually are but it was important for networking and keeping abreast of developments in the sector.
It was confined to my room most evenings and I was feeling lonely. The second day of the conference I was sat near the front. I always liked to get a seat near the front. An Indian man took the seat next to me. He was shorter than my 5'6". He seemed to be late forties or early fifties. It was not anything unusual but we were the only brown people in the building so it made me think were they grouping us together. I was wearing a silk blue hijab as well as my pantsuit.
The lectures started and I took notes on the latest developments in the sector. The man's arm would brush up against my leg from time to time. I ignored it as it seemed inadvertent and the chairs were tightly packed in.
I had turned with my back to him as I paid attention to the speaker and that was when I felt his hand touch my ass. It was a firmer touch and I would certainly classify it as a grope.
I turned back around and gave him a dismissive look as a warning.
I then heard my phone beep. I had forgotten to turn it on silent and there were some murmurings in the audience about the rudeness.
I picked it up to turn it off when I saw a notification from the stranger. It was a video. I covered my phone with my hand and played the video on mute.
I felt an anxiety rise up inside of me. The video started with a picture of me in the lingerie and then a picture from the video call. Then there were our fantasy messages and then came the reveal. He had a picture of my profile from my firm's website, then my Facebook and then my friends and husband.
The ground had shifted underneath me and I had a sinking desperate feeling. What was the meaning of this?
Then he sent a picture of the back of my head from a few rows behind. I looked back but I did not know what I was looking for.
I wanted to scream at him. What was he doing?
"Come to room 505 after the conference," his last message. My hands were shaking and I was unable to think of what to do.
I stayed but I was unable to pay attention as my mind was everywhere else but here. What would it mean if he exposed me? My family would disown me. I would be divorced. The shame was unimaginable.
I stayed until the end wanting to put this confrontation off until the last minute. The hall had mostly petered out and even the groper next to me had left.
I finally found the courage to leave for room 505. My mind working on what I would say. Of course I was going to give him a piece of my mind. Who did he think he was?
I went up to the fifth floor. The nerves were hitting me hard and I was unsure how I would be able to face this stranger. My legs were like jelly and my hands were shaking. My breathing was erratic as the elevator finally stopped on the fifth floor.
I took a few deep breaths before I stepped out of the elevator. My legs were still shaky but I was trying to resolve myself.
I made the short walk to room 505 and waited outside nervously unsure whether I should knock or just leave. I had to face this or I would regret it for the rest of my life. There was a dark part of me that sensed what he wanted from this and I would be more than willing to give it to him.
I finally built up the courage to knock on the door but just as my hand was about to knock on the door it opened. It dawned on me that he had been watching me. He was toying with me. He enjoyed this torment I was feeling.
The door was opened to the Indian man who had groped me during the conference.
"It is you," I mouthed more to myself than an actual conscious thought.
He did not utter a word and moved to the side to allow me in. I unsteadily walked forward past him. I heard the door close behind me and all of a sudden I felt myself pinned against the wall as I felt his firm hands on my thick thighs tracing my body up over my ass and hips. I was frozen unsure of what to do.
He buried his face in my neck and began planting deep kisses between my neck and shoulder. He was able to find the gaps between my hijab and flesh. He began to kiss my face as I turned my face away out of instinct not wanting to kiss him.
I sighed and swallowed involuntarily at his attention on my body. His hands opened my suit jacket and firmly squeezed my breasts through my blouse. A moan escaped my lips and my breathing was becoming heavier.
He kissed up my neck and then my cheek. I desired to be kissed by a passionate man and I was unable to resist as our lips met.
Our kiss was deep and passionate our tongues intertwining. His hands moved to my pants and he unbuttoned them and then I felt his hand immediately go inside my panties.
My eyes went wide with shock at his brazenness. My virginity was still intact and I had a deep fear of losing it.
I pushed him off. "Stop! I can't do this!" I say and to my surprise he stops without a fight. I button up my pants and I catch him sniffing his fingers as he gives me a sleazy wink. My aroused state is evident on his fingers.
"Can we talk?" I ask.
There is a small sofa in the room and he invites to take a seat next to him. I feel uncomfortable about being so close to him but I sit next to him. I am feeling hot and bothered and the hijab is feeling more suffocating than ever before.
"What is the meaning of this?" I ask trying to calm my fraying nerves.
His arm reaches around my waist. I don't want to anger him as he has a lot of power over me. He gently rubs his hand up and down against the side of my hip.
He again leans in for a kiss and I cannot help but kiss him back. It feels so good being desired in this way. His hands automatically go to my breasts. He presses and squeezes my breasts through my blouse as his tongue fights with my own. He moves one hand lower and undoes my pants. His hand moves over my panties and rubs my mound. My breathing is heavier and I am swallowing his tongue as we kiss deeper.
He pulls my head back by grabbing my hijab in a fist and snapping my head back. My hijab tears and exposes some of my hair as it chokes me.
He is igniting a fire that cannot be tamed within me but I also crave answers and find the courage to pull him off me.
"Please I need answers," I say as try to regulate my breathing.
"Fine. You can ask a question. But for every answer you must take off a piece of clothing."
"Why are you doing this?"
"I have been obsessed with you since the first time we spoke. I did what I had to do to be alone with you. Now it is your turn to take off an item of clothing," he said as he eyed my body.
I slid off my high heeled shoes.
"Ok. So you have no intention to show the pictures to anyone?" I asked.
"No. As long as you play ball. What item are you picking next?" He said and that threat was still there. As long as I played along my perverted secret was safe. I slipped out of my suit jacket. It was all pretty safe until now.