My Interfaith Fantasy With A Muslim Man

Hello readers, I’m Sarfaraz Khan, back with another new story. Thank you to all readers for your feedback on my previous lengthy series, which few liked and few didn’t. As you already know about me, I love fucking women of various age groups and various walks of life.

I believe sex must always be consensual and enjoyed fully rather than forced. So this story was once again submitted by one of my reader fans who told me the outline. She asked me to construct a story about the real incident that happened to her.

She was a female reader by the name of Lakshmi Goel from Gujarat. So now, in her own words. I’m telling you that this will be a long story, maybe in 2 or 3 parts. I advise you to read with patience and enjoy it. It describes the actual things that happened rather than only sex.

Hello, I’m Laxmi Goyal, a 26-year-old housewife married to Bharat 3 years back. Ours was an arranged marriage. Thanks to my parents, I was brought up in a very conservative atmosphere. But my life changed completely after marriage. I’ll tell you how.

On the marriage night, I was a virgin which is nothing surprising. So it was decided after marriage to go on honeymoon to Goa, a popular tourist destination. This is where things changed.

We booked a plush resort there. The first day was a decent fuck at night with my saree on. My hubby loves to fuck me with a saree on as he feels it makes an Indian woman complete to look. But his kinky side was exposed when he told me to wear a bikini the very next day.

I straight away refused as I had never even seen one in real, forget about wearing. He persuaded me to look around and see so many people wearing them. I reluctantly agreed but wrapped a shawl around it. I stayed as close to my husband as possible.

I forgot to tell you about my body. It’s milky white, quite busty with flesh at proper places, boobs to die for – a flat, flawless belly with a deep navel at the center.

My hubby told me that it must be every man’s dream to fuck on our marriage night. He’s going to feast on my pussy in every possible way from now onwards

So the shawl I had was doing little help to my body. I found single men (even some husbands) on the beaches ogling at me from far and near. My face itself was enough to leak, making me blush red and bury my face in my husband’s arms.

But I noticed Bharat, for the first time, enjoying the men staring at me. I was shocked rather surprised. I asked him that night about it. He told me that.

“Dear Laxmi, sex is a different emotion from love. See, I love you, no doubt, but sex is a totally different sensation. Its motive is pure pleasure. Everyone has their kinkiest fantasy buried in their minds which never comes out, unfortunately, especially in India.”

I listened to him like a school child. So the next day, he persuaded me to remove that shawl around me and not worry about whatever happened. He won’t feel bad or anything. So there were more eyes on me that day than the previous. I noticed a few young boys and foreigners.

They touched and adjusted their cocks by looking at my perfect white magnanimous boobs jutting out of the small size bikini. My jelly ass was pumping out every time I walked, crushing against each other. I don’t know why I felt something strange that day. It was neither guilt nor happiness.

So our honeymoon was quite a memorable one as we explored every position and every type of sex. After that, our sex life was on fire for about a year, with sex happening almost every day. We both didn’t want a kid soon as we were enjoying it.

My hubby was very bold, and gradually he started showing me porn videos (after much refusing). And soon we enjoyed watching them together and fucking. He also slowly got me into his ‘other’ ways of sex, which I had never heard or known before.

So slowly, I was coming out of my cocoon of the conservative upbringing of my parents. Also, out of the general intolerance and hate towards many people based on their culture or anything. My hubby and I even started drinking and smoking. Soon I was completely out of my restricted upbringing.

My husband shared most of his fantasies. But till then, both of us explored only each other and nothing else. It was 3 years into marriage now when this happened. We had tried almost everything within us.

One day we were discussing my fantasies. My husband asked if I had any kinky fantasy of fucking someone outside. Especially those of taboo types. I didn’t think anything like that, so I denied it. But one day, while we were a bit drunk and free, I admitted that I had a fantasy to fuck a Muslim man.

When I was asked why I didn’t have any specific reason. But now I feel that’s maybe because of being taught to stay away from ‘those people’ from childhood. It’s a natural phenomenon that what we are forbidden often lies deep in our fantasies.

Not that everyone expresses it out. But given a situation like mine with such an open-minded and kinky hubby, I blurted out my wish. I later regretted telling it to him as he may get angry. But he proved me wrong. He told me he knows everything about human psychology and thinking.

After days of discussion and planning, we finally decided to go for it. We needed a very, very trustworthy guy. And finally, we zeroed on my husband’s college friend, Imran. He told me he was a very close friend and a very good character. He was 100% sure he’d never cause any problem.

So I left the job of convincing Imran to my husband. He told me after a week that he had agreed. We decided the place should be our own home as it’s the safest. I don’t know why but I was very excited. As the day approached, my sex sessions with hubby started increasing in passion and intensity.

To be continued. I’ll describe how we had sex in the next story, including my other kinky fantasy. (I think you’ve guessed) Till then, goodbye. Love you all.