I was in a relationship with a Pakistani man for a time. He was actually Pakistani, not British Pakistani, though he didn’t have British relatives.
He was attractive, intelligent, attentive, every time we went out he would try and make sure I had a good time, he was genuinely into culture and we’d go to theater movies art galleries, but always things he’d feel I’d enjoy.
He was demanding sexually, but in a kind of mature way, he was explicit about thing, and less coy than other men I’d been with. He’d take responsibility for things as well, say for example if he wanted anal sex, he’d point blank ask me for it, rather than trying to persuade me that I really wanted to do it. Also if I did something for him sexually, he’d actually appreciate it, rather than looking at me as if I was a slut afterwards.
Anyway he was also probably the most arrogant person I’ve ever really known. Part of that was justified because he was well educated, wealthy and successful. However every time he interacted with someone, that he felt was his inferior and didn’t act like it, he could get massively aggressive. He could be quite intimidating but he wasn’t a bully with it.
So then there’s his attitude to women was, well lets just say, very complicated.
Sometimes he’d play the sexist misogynist, like a kind of act, but that wasn’t really it. His mother and sisters were all graduate professionals, and he was very proud of them, he was also quite contemptuous of some aspects of British Muslim culture, even though he had relatives that were British.
However while he was comfortable with women, and could related to them, could talk to them easily, he still had very particular views on things, which could rise to the surface occasionally.
So the relationship was off and on, over the space of a year and wasn’t in any sense monogamous. We’d maybe see each other two or three times a month. It was great for me, because I enjoyed the places he’d take me, also the sex was always great.
I think one of the turning points was a few months into the relationship when he helped one of my family members out financially.
It was quite impressive in a way, he travelled to my home town without asking, wrote a few cheques then sat down with certain of my family members who weren’t the greatest decision makers. He sat down with them, layed down the law, with supreme self confidence.
Actually, I should have probably made that the focus of the story, because afterwards he took me back to my mum’s house, he wanted to fuck me in my old bedroom, but that was now my brothers room, which was kind of a turn off for him. So, in the end we did it.. well not relevant to this story.
So the sex was good but he had quite complicated views about that as well, he was successful with women, and he was very proud of it. He had a drawer where he’d keep pairs of knickers from women he’d had sex with, though I think mostly they were knickers he’d given them and then taken back… actually now that I write it, it sounds more creepy.
So he had this one rule, which was that he didn’t want me in bed completely naked, he’d want me to strip completely while we were having sex, but afterwards he’d insist I put my knickers and a nighty on (always a nighty, because another thing he hated was anything that involved me dressing like a boy)
We did most things together sexually including having threesomes with another woman he knew. I’d had threesomes before, but this was the first time that I really enjoyed them. Partly it was because she and I got on so well together, it wasn’t a sexual thing as such, but I enjoyed spending time with her.
Actually another insight into his character, was that while he enjoyed threesomes he didn’t want us doing anything ‘inappropriate, he didn’t want to encourage lesbianism.
So I could write a book about our time together but I’m going to give one example of something that used drive him nuts.
One night we were having a threesome so after we had sex the first time, we both got out of bed to out our knickers and I just start laughing and make a joke, something stupid about us both doing what we were told.
So he went nuts, he got really angry and it left me kind of speechless. It wasn’t scary because immediately he stormed out, shouting about me laughing at him, showing him a lack of respect etc.
The other woman didn’t look as surprised, she’d been with him much longer and actually worked with him, and I found out later that they had a much more turbulent relationship and that she’d seen this side of him before.
So I was shocked but getting really angry, she kind of talked me down, suggesting I just apologise, which I wasn’t really up for doing.
Anyway I thought after a bit he’d calm down, which he didn’t. She was determined to play peacemaker, ‘it was cultural’ she said, ‘it was his little rule’ so we had to respect it, etc etc. He spoke about me all the time, and he cared so much for me, ‘he was hurt’. She was determined to put things back the way they were and eventually I said fine.
She implied that I just take it as a game, play it all submissive let him get it out of his system and then things could get back to the way they were, because that was what everyone wanted, things back to the way they were.
So he comes storming back into the room, stark naked, his cock waving around (even though he didn’t like us being naked, he was very casual about his own nudity and would always sleep in the nude.
We sit there on the bed meekly while he starts berating us both (mainly me) for behaving like schoolgirls, not showing him the proper respect, not dressing appropriately etc.
So after a bit it started drifting a little into misogynistic territory, which I really wasn’t going to put up with. He’s a clever guy so while he wants to vent he doesn’t want to push me so far, so in the end he focuses more on my choice of clothes who’s in charge in the relationship etc. She’s sitting on the bed next to me meek as anything, so I just follow her lead and led him get on with it.
It was actually quite fascinating we’re both sitting on the bed like kids caught smoking behind the bike shed. He just keeps going with this angry rant.
So he’s stark naked and completely comfortable with it, after a few minutes he starts getting hard, which he’s completely unembaressed by.
So he just looks down at his hard on and in a very non chalant way just says “right get your knickers off” to both of us. He was always pretty blunt when he wanted sex, and also he could be very abrupt.
Now I don’t know why, but this actually did it for, I was no stranger to various disciplinary processes, it real life, but this was very…. different.
So we’re both on our hands and knees and he’s alternating between fucking both of us. He’s still going on about my remark though! my lack of respect etc., then he accuses her of winking at me, and goes off into a proper hate fuck.
So then he decides he’s going to fuck me in the arse, which was something I was more open to doing that she was.
So while I put up with anal sex, it rarely really excited me. This time it did though.
We both had anal sex with him when we were with him alone, but anal sex isn’t really something that was threesome friendly.
I also discovered I was very self conscious about doing it in front of her. Which massively surprised me.
Now as I said he was a very intelligent guy, and he picked up instantly that this disturbed me, and from that point it became the focus of the sex for him.
We had been side by side on our hands and knees but now he had us move positions first so that I was lying in her lap.
He was staring at me, I think trying to read my facial expression. Every time he changed our position he’d judge my reaction to it.
Eventually he settled on one, where my head was on her boobs, I was looking at her face but she was looking down at my arse, which she was pushing apart helping him to push his cock into me.
I hadn’t had anal sex in a while, so it was well difficult at first.
Then I got this kind of wave of emotion and I started getting all girly, and then I started to orgasm almost straight away, the first time I’d every orgasmed directly from anal sex.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/6zodrh/mfm_a_threesome_anal_sex_and_a_little_bit_of
What happened post session? I mean this story ends rather abruptly? Was he still very angry, or did he get his tension out by fucking your ass? He seemed angry at her, did he fuck her ass?
Wow, a very different story, a total asshole of a guy – but so interesting.
Hope you can post a lot more, would love to hear it.