Zarina was a 32 year old woman. Though lined, her face was ethereal and she was amazingly beautiful and curvy. She had a two year old son and her husband Mazhar loved her. Or so it seemed.
Zarina was forcibly married to Mazhar when she was about twenty five. Mazhar was plump and had already gone bald. For the first few years, Zarina wouldn’t let him touch her, she found him way too old and weird. When it came to conceiving their son, Zarina had tried having sex with her husband but Mazhar simply laid on his back and climaxed within a minute and didn’t even have an erection the whole time; for Zarina, it was the worst sex of her life.
Mazhar wanted another kid, and this time, Zarina was determined not to have a child with him, but her mother in law kept pestering her to have another child. She had to concede to her demands somehow.
Antony was Zarina’s neighbor. He was a 17 year old boy, athletic and slim, though not that tall. His mother was Zarina’s friend. Antony was passionate about music and was skilled at audio production. Antony wasn’t good with girls in general; though he knew what was what, he was a virgin.