Saima stopped what she was doing, a strange noise from the room next door pulling her out of the deeply erotic fantasy she had been immersed in. She had no idea what the noise was but it had effectively ruined her chances of cumming anytime soon. Feeling disgruntled, she sat there listening carefully to what should have been an empty bedroom.

It sounded like someone was having trouble breathing.

She frowned. There wasn’t supposed to be anyone else in the house at the moment, that was the whole reason for her choosing now to masturbate. Saima was having a tough time getting orgasm from her husband, Riaz, who used to cum so quickly. She had to resort to masturbation to satisfy her urge, but with so many people in the family it was rare that the house didn’t have at least one person milling around and usually many more, and pleasuring herself could only be done when she was in bed late at night and then only furtively and silently as if she felt some guilt at what she was doing, in case anyone heard her.

But today had been a godsend, with the men going off to work and her mother-in-law and sister-in-law leaving the house early for a full day of shopping . Saima wasn’t interested in joining the women, she was already thinking about masturbating and knew she was finally going to have a chance to let go and make as much noise as she wanted without fear of being caught.

So the house should be empty apart from her – but she could definitely hear someone moving around next door. Instantly, her blood turned to ice as she imagined someone was spying on her .

Saima debated for a moment whether to stay where she was and hope that whoever was next door would leave without doing anything to her. But the truth was that she had been quite vocal and if she could hear their heavy breathing then whoever it was would definitely have heard her, so there was no sense in making herself a sitting target. Leaving the bed, she retrieved the lamp shade from her bedside table, then crept stealthily across the room, opening her bedroom door slowly so as not to make a noise.

Saima tiptoed along the corridor to the room next door to hers, then pushed open the door, ready to hit with vase on whoever was inside. As she burst into the room she stared in surprise at the inhabitant – Abdul, her father-in-law.

He looked shocked to see her too; his face turned pale and he clutched at his chest.

‘Are you all right, Abba?’ she asked, a little worried at how ashen he was. Perhaps the noise he’d been making was because he was having a heart attack or something.

Abdul nodded, the colour now returning to his cheeks. A bit too much colour.

‘What are you doing here? I thought you were at work,’ Saima said.

Abdul was clearly embarrassed. There was definitely a hint of red spreading up from his neck and across his face. He seemed unable to speak, merely looking shifty.

She looked towards the wall next to where he was standing. It was the one that adjoined her bedroom. A sudden unsettling thought slid into her mind and she moved closer, now inspecting the wall; she was sure he hadn’t just been listening to her. Sure enough, a few seconds later, as Abdul’s expression turned ever more guilty, Saima discovered a small hole, just big enough for Abdul to spy on her.

She frowned, wondering why she had never spotted it before, but then again she hadn’t been looking for it. It would never have occurred to her that any of the family would have been spying on her. Plus, she had no idea how long the hole had been there for – it was quite possible it had been there for years. But Abdul’s presence in this bedroom when he should have been at work was definitely not a coincidence.

He had been watching her play with herself and would have got a pretty good view of what she was doing too. But why he was here was a mystery. There was no way he could have known in advance what she was going to do, Saima hadn’t known herself until her mother-in-law had mentioned going shopping at breakfast, and Abdul had already left for work by then.

That meant this probably wasn’t the first time he had spied on her, but it was the first time she had been able to play so openly and that would no doubt account for her being able to hear him in return – getting aroused, presumably. She wondered whether he had been playing with himself while he had been watching her. That would certainly explain the strange noises he had made.

‘Saima, I really am very sorry about this,’ Abdul said sounding mortified. ‘I know you must be extremely angry and disappointed with me, and it’s completely understandable. I wish I could adequately explain myself, but I’m afraid I can’t.’ He looked down at his feet clearly not knowing what else to say.

‘Were you watching me?’ Saima asked.

For a moment she thought Abdul was going to ignore the question but then he looked at her and nodded, the colour back in his cheeks.

‘Is this the first time you’ve done it?’

Abdul shook his head. ‘I’m sorry to admit that I have, on occasion, stopped in here on the way to or from the bathroom to watch you getting dressed or undressed. You’re a beautiful young woman, Saima, very alluring, and I’m afraid I’m a weak man, unable to stop myself from watching you.’

Saima frowned. ‘How did you know to be here? I didn’t even know what I was going to do until a few minutes before I did it, so I don’t understand how you knew.’

‘I didn’t,’ Abdul said. ‘I came home to get some paperwork I’d forgotten to take with me this morning and I heard you. I have to say you’re extremely vocal in your passion. Obviously, I realised what you were doing and couldn’t resist coming to take a look.’

Saima was the one to blush this time. She knew she hadn’t held back but she hadn’t realised she was loud enough that she could be heard downstairs.

‘You know it was wrong to spy on your son’s wife,’ she said trying to sound stern.

Abdul looked abashed. ‘I know, and as I said I’m very sorry. I promise I’ll fill the hole in so I can’t invade your privacy any longer. You won’t have anything to worry about from me in the future.’

‘Did you put the hole there?’ Saima asked, wondering again how long it had been there for. Had Abdul put it there specifically to watch her?

Abdul shrugged. ‘No, it’s been there for years. I think the kids might have done it by accident when they were younger and never said anything because they didn’t want to get into trouble – you know what they’re . . . were . . . like,’

‘I don’t think ammi(mother-in-law) would be very happy if she knew, would she?’ Saima suggested.

Abdul stared at her in dismay. ‘You’re not going to tell her are you, Saima? I know what I did was wrong and I apologise profusely, but telling Molly would be—’

‘I think you owe me, Abbu,’ Saima said cutting him off.

She had moved closer to Abdul, still wondering whether he had been wanking while watching her. If so, had he cum? That would be sod’s law, that he would get satisfaction while she ended up frustrated.

‘Owe you?’ Abdul looked confused at her comment.

‘You owe me an orgasm,’ Saima explained. ‘I didn’t manage to cum because I heard you in here and it put me off, so you owe me.’ She saw Abdul open his mouth as if to speak and added, ‘You make me cum and I promise I won’t say anything to ammi about any of it.’

‘You want me . . . to . . . .’ Abdul sounded astonished.

‘Make me cum. Yes. I think you owe me that much. Call it a debt to be repaid,’ Saima said.

‘But I can’t. There isn’t a time that I could—’ Abdul began.

Saima smiled at him and moved another step closer. She was standing right in front of him.

‘There’s no time like the present. We’re here all alone so there’s no chance of you getting caught again. And the sooner you do it, the sooner you can stop feeling guilty about it.’

‘How do you expect me to do it?’ Abdul asked.

Saima shrugged. ‘I don’t mind what you do – you can do anything you want to me, just as long as you make me cum.’

She could see Abdul staring at her naked body. Saima had completely forgotten until now that she wasn’t wearing any clothes, the need to sort out the intruder negating the time for her to redress herself first. No wonder Abdul was blushing so much and looking so uncomfortable the closer she got to him.

‘I’m not asking for much, and I can guarantee that no one else will ever know about it,’ she said softly.

‘you are my daughter-in-law and I look like you as my daughter, Saima.’

‘That didn’t stop you looking though, did it?’ Saima said coolly. ‘I’m not looking to end your marriage, I just want you to repay me for what you did.’

‘Perhaps another time,’ Abdul suggested weakly.

Saima shook her head. ‘You know as well as I do that the the house is rarely empty. We could be waiting months for another opportunity, and I don’t think I should have to wait. If you hadn’t been making so much noise with your wanking I would never have heard you and we’d both have cum by now.’

‘I wasn’t wanking,’ Abdul insisted. Saima stared at him in disbelief. ‘I wasn’t. I was trying hard not to.’

She shrugged dismissively. ‘It doesn’t make any difference, to be honest. The important thing here is that I didn’t cum and I should have done. So you need to help me. I don’t know why you’re complaining about it. You’re not going to get caught and you know you’ll enjoy it . . . as will I,’ she said grinning wickedly.

Saima knew that what she had just admitted was true. While Abdul might have been surprised at her request, he had no idea that he was the one she had been fantasising about earlier.

Despite the fact he was a lot older than her there was something about him that always made Saima feel extremely horny whenever she saw him. It was actually quite difficult sometimes, when the whole family were around, having to try to hide her stiff nipples and ignore the sudden dampness in her knickers.

But although she had lusted after Abdul , Saima had never imagined that he might have been feeling the same way about her in return. Now she knew it seemed stupid not to take advantage of the situation and live out at least one of her fantasies. Even if Abdul only fingered her she would at least get to experience what it was like to be with him and she could stop feeling jealous of Molly, for a short while at least.

‘I can start if you need to build up to it,’ she said quietly, her fingers pinching her stiff nipples, knowing Abdul was still looking at them.

She closed her eyes, a small gasp escaping her lips as she savoured the short sharp burst of pain.

‘Touch me . . . please,’ she begged.

Making a decision, Abdul took her arm as his other hand caught her waist, pulling her towards the bed. Saima’s heart began to beat faster, an excited tingle running through her whole body at the idea that Abdul was actually going to do as she had asked. She still had no idea exactly what he was going to do to make her cum but she was more excited at the prospect of him touching her than she had ever been before.

She sat down on the bed, laying back as Abdul’s hands brushed her thighs, seemingly caressing them before pulling her legs apart.

‘You said I could do anything?’ Abdul’s voice was huskier now as he gazed at her bare sex.

‘Yes, whatever you want.’ Saima knew she sounded desperate, but that was how she felt. She was enjoying Abdul stroking her thighs, teasing her as he moved in on her vulva but never quite touching it, and she wanted more, so much more.

Abdul’s thumb brushed over her clit and Saima gasped, then gave a low moan of desire in case he needed assurance not to stop. His other hand joined the party too, fingers stroking and teasing her slit, rubbing the labia as his thumb continued to circle her small bud.

Saima moaned again, needing to move as the sensation growing inside her was already becoming unbearable. It was such a simple thing he was doing, but it felt so good and she didn’t think she was going to last long. Abdul was going to make her cum, and far quicker than she had expected – much quicker than she would have managed herself – even with her extensive fantasies of him touching her.

A momentary pang of disappointment that it would be over so quickly ran through her mind but Saima brushed the thought away. Instead, she reminded herself that she was going to be completely satiated because of Abdul and the experience would give her plenty to fantasise about in the future.

She gasped again, louder this time. Abdul had, completely unexpectedly, pushed a finger into her bottom and was watching her intently, presumably judging her reaction. When it became clear that she wasn’t going to complain about what he was doing, Abdul slid a second finger inside her, pumping them gently as his thumb continued to stroke her clit.

‘Good?’ he asked quietly.

Saima nodded, biting her bottom lip for a second. It did feel good, so much better than she had ever thought it would.

‘Yes . . . oh yes,’ she whispered.

‘Cum for me then,’ Abdul said.

Saima gasped again as the hand playing with her clit ceased and moved slightly, two fingers sliding into her slit to mirror the ones already in her bottom. After a few seconds where he got both sets of fingers moving in a rhythm, Abdul’s thumb resumed its languorous trail around her clit. Saima pinched her nipples hard, using the pain to offset the throbbing ache that was rising up through her body, emanating from her sex; the sweet agony extended as she writhed and cried out.

She could see Abdul watching her almost dispassionately and wondered whether he was torturing her because she had forced him to act. His fingers were relentless, probing and stroking, dragging Saima closer to the edge.

‘That’s it, Saima, cum for me.’

Abdul’s voice was soft yet gravelly causing a shiver of desire to race up Saima’s spine, its interaction with all the other sensations causing her to shake and moan even louder as she tried to hold on, not wanting this exquisitely painful feeling, and thus her time with Abdul, to end, while at the same time wanting desperately to cum so she was released from the almost unbearable pleasure.

But she couldn’t hold back much longer, and soon she cried out, a high squeal that was louder than anything she had emitted before as her body spasmed. Her breath was high and thready as her muscles contracted violently, the movement of Abdul’s fingers overwhelming her at last.

Saima’s body sagged onto the bed, seeming almost shattered from the exertion of the last few minutes. Abdul removed his fingers and stared at her silently, a slightly smug look on his face at knowing he had achieved Saima’s demand of him. Then, before she had time to recover, his fingers started caressing her inner thigh once more.

‘Did you cum?’ he asked, already knowing the answer.

Saima smiled happily. She was glowing and felt wonderful although she was enjoying the fact that Abdul hadn’t stopped touching her after her orgasm, as she had expected him to do.

‘Yes, thank you ‘ she replied.

Abdul studied her for a moment and his expression turned more wily. ‘Are you sure?’

Saima looked back at him wondering what he was asking and unable to decide if he was teasing her. Surely he had felt her orgasm; her muscles squeezing his fingers and the accompanying flood, hadn’t he?

Before she could say anything, and with a sly grin that was nothing like his usual smile, Abdul said, ‘I’m not sure you did. I think we might need to try something else to make sure.’

Instantly, a strange swirly feeling invaded Saima’s stomach as she realised Abdul wasn’t going to stop now he had started. This was excellent news and her desire flared again as she began to wonder just how far he was willing to go. The thought that she might finally get to see his cock, would no longer have to imagine it during her fantasies, was exciting. Would he let her touch it? Would he let her—

Saima realised she was getting way ahead of herself. Abdul had merely said that he needed to do something else to her to ensure she had reached climax and free himself from the debt she had forced upon him. There was no certainty that he would choose to do something that involved him getting undressed, although now she had considered it she really hoped he would. Even if he did reveal his cock it didn’t mean he would let her do anything with it. But there was no harm in asking.

A cry of desire was torn from her lips and all thoughts of Abdul’s cock disappeared, forgotten as the most amazing sensation assailed Saima’s body. Abdul’s ‘trying something else’ had turned out to be him using his tongue and it was absolutely exquisite and like nothing she had ever felt before. Mewling out her enjoyment, Saima reached above her to grasp one of the rungs of the metal bedstead, needing to ground herself as that all-consuming throb started once more, a pulsating sensation that Abdul’s tongue, with its soft gentle tickling, seemed to stoke.

She cried out loudly and writhed, trying to escape as his mouth connected with her clit, still tender from his previous ministrations, and he sucked hard. Abdul seemed to realise immediately that it was painful rather than pleasant for her and went back to licking. His tongue teased the whole length of her slit, then circled around her clit, teasing the hood instead. Saima gripped the bedstead tighter, her body stretching and undulating as her toes curled with the deliciously uncomfortable feeling Abdul was evoking.

There was a dull ache in her core that his tongue couldn’t quite reach, but instead inflamed again and again, a pulsating feeling that spread out through her entire body, leaving her begging Abdul for release. But it seemed he wasn’t ready to grant her wish. He wrapped his arms around her thighs, pulling her closer to his mouth as he continued to tease, stopping her from moving and leaving her with no way to mitigate the sensations that were coursing through her sex.

Saima whimpered and begged, but still Abdul ignored her, the sensation within expanding and intensifying until she thought she would explode, that her body would tear itself apart. With a loud scream she came for the second time, the first dulling into pale insignificance as she let go and rode the wave, her entire body caught up in the feeling.

Finally, Abdul released her and Saima lay panting, unable to move or speak, knowing she had just experienced the most amazing orgasm; probably the best one she would ever receive. Everything had aligned to make it the most perfect moment of her life. She smiled up gratefully at Abdul who was watching her again, wanting to say thank you but unable to do anything right now.

Once she had recovered, Saima realised Abdul was still caressing her and that sly smile had returned to his face. Her heart beat faster. Perhaps now was the time for her to suggest she return the favour. She would more than willingly do it, particularly after what he had just done for her.

Abdul sounded amused as he said, ‘I don’t know, Saima. I just can’t work out whether you’ve cum or not.’ He winked. ‘What am I going to do to ensure I work off your debt?’

‘Perhaps you need to take your clothes off,’ Saima suggested.