An underworld Don:2

Posted: November 28, 2010 | Author: Durgesh | Filed under: Ashvinatam, Muslimahs, Muslimat |6 Comments

An underworld Don

Chapter 2

Kħadījah met me about two years ago.

Muħammad, Kħadījah’s husband and Kħadījah were attending a company function that evening and I was introduced to Kħadījah as the company owner by Kħadījah’s husband, Muħammad, himself.

Kħadījah’s first impressions were that I was very attractive and suave.

I had an air of confidence about me that was hard to miss.

As the evening wore on, Kħadījah became a little bored by all the business talk and retreated to a quiet corner and sipped at her third glass of wine, content to watch the other guests chatting happily in small groups.

Kħadījah was not surprised to find almost all of the male guests were Hindus and all the female guests, without exception, were extremely good-looking Musalmān Beauties.

It was normal now everywhere Kħadījah went.

Several times, Kħadījah noticed me watching her.

Instead of mingling with the other guests, I was standing just on the fringes and it seemed that each time Kħadījah looked at me, I would be looking at Kħadījah, smiling, as if I knew something about Kħadījah that others did not know.

I could see Muħammad, his back to me, swinging his hands about as he talked to his friends.

I knew that Kħadījah’s husband, Muħammad, was in his element and I was just about forgotten to him.

Yes, he was afraid of my mainly Hindu sex appeal in his extremely beautiful Musalmān houseladies, but it has happened now so many times that he had become used to it now.

Muħammad had reached the final revelation that there isn’t any Musalmān Beauty anywhere who does not dream to fuck Durgesh herself.

Durgesh doesn’t have/need to fuck her.

Kħadījah was just his wife of several years and easily forgotten at a time like this.

Kħadījah sensed someone moving up beside her and turned to see me, smiling broadly, as I stood beside her.

“Goodness, Ms. Kħadījah, You are much too beautiful to be standing here alone. Surely, you are not bored with all this business talk going on?”

“Well, Just a bit,” Kħadījah replied, smiling back at me. “But I do need to support my husband, Muħammad, at meetings like this.”

“Oh, Yes! Very important to have wives that support their husbands!” I grinned, looking out toward the group that included Muħammad. “Muħammad is an asset to the company and we are glad to have him with us.”

“I’m sure that Muħammad is glad to be a part of this company as well. But there’s a rumor you think my husband is an underworld Don and a terrorist.” Kħadījah said, smiling up at me. “Muħammad told me that you were the owner, but just exactly what do you mean having an underworld Don in your company if you really think so?”

“Well, Ms Kħadījah, I’m not exactly the owner of the company.”

“Yes, Muħammad told me HVS Internationals and your Sex Empire own it.”

I smiled,

“My Sex Empire? Your husband told you so?”

Kħadījah smiled also.

The Sālī was, apparently, not as dumb as I thought of her erroneously.

“I am the Personnel Director. I guess you could say that I tell people where to go.”

Kħadījah couldn’t help smiling at my obvious attempt at humor.

“And what do you do, Ms Kħadījah?” I asked, “I know from the company records that you are married to Muħammad and have four daughters. Is that right?”

“Yes, we have been married 17 years.” Kħadījah replied.

“Hmm, and May I ask how old they are?” He asked.

“Kħātūn-e-Jannat 17, Zaynab 15, Ruqayyah 13, and Umm Kulsūm 11 only now.” Kħadījah responded.

I hesitated momentarily as if recalling a vital fact.

Kħadījah was sure, as a Personnel Director I had already read Muħammad’s file and was aware that the date of our marriage was just slightly more than Kħātūn-e-Jannat’s date of birth.

I never gave it much thought as pregnant brides were not at all uncommon.

“What do you do besides supporting your Husband at boring company events like this?” that mischievous smile flashed across my face again.

“Well, I guess I will have to say I’m a stay at home wife and Ammī. Not a very glamorous title I’m sure, but someone has to do It.” trying to match my humor.

“Very good!” I replied, “Muħammad and your daughters must be very proud of you!”

Kħadījah and I made small talk for several more minutes and Kħadījah felt a flush creep over her, as Kħadījah noticed me letting my admiring Hindu gaze fall on Kħadījah’s extremely beautiful erect proud Saůūdī Årab Panjvaqtah Namāzī Sunni Musalmān breasts.

Muħammad had always praised Kħadījah’s extremely beautiful erect proud Saůūdī Årab Panjvaqtah Namāzī Sunni Musalmān breast size as being just right, not too large and not too small.

Muħammad had always encouraged Kħadījah to “Show them off more” and it appeared that Kħadījah was getting a good look at her extremely beautiful proud Saůūdī Årab Panjvaqtah Namāzī Sunni Musalmān cleavage.

Perhaps leaving the top two buttons undone and her ¾ cup lace bra was showing them off too much.

I offered to get Kħadījah a fresh drink but she politely refused the drink.

Yet she remarked that a breath of fresh air was what she needed more than a fresh drink.

After three glasses of wine in a warm room Kħadījah was feeling a little giddy and moved toward the exit sign nearby.

She wobbled a little.

I put a stabilizing hand around Kħadījah’s Sunni Musalmān waist and guided her to the door.

Holding the door open for me, Kħadījah walked past me, feeling the cool evening air on her cheeks and feeling better already.

I resumed my position at her side, slipped an arm about her waist and guided Kħadījah to a small alcove.

As we stood there, silently, Kħadījah was very much aware of my presence so close to her.

“You are even more beautiful in the moonlight.” I breathed, and my arm tightened around Kħadījah’s waist, pulling her closer to me.

Kħadījah knew she should push me away, but she was feeling the wine and my Hindu male closeness.

Kħadījah turned toward me and put her arms between us, pushing on my chest slightly.

“No, Please!” Kħadījah murmured. “I can’t….”

My lips crushed down on Kħadījah’s as my arms tightened around her, holding her against me.

Kħadījah struggled briefly, then yielded to the erotic feelings that I was stirring up in her.

Kħadījah just kind of went limp in my arms and opened her eager ravenous lips to my searching ones.

For long moments we kissed passionately, her arms going around my waist, pulling me to herself.

Kħadījah felt my hands pulling at her blouse, and then the coolness of my hands against her warm flesh as my fingers fumbled at the clasp of her bra.

The sudden release seemed to excite Kħadījah more and she arched her extremely beautiful erect proud Saůūdī Årab Panjvaqtah Namāzī Sunni Musalmān breasts out to my searching Hindu hands.

I squeezed and molded Kħadījah’s extremely beautiful erect proud Saůūdī Årab Panjvaqtah Namāzī Sunni Musalmān breasts, my fingers pinching and pulling at the erect nipples, all the while my tongue danced against Kħadījah’s.

Breathlessly, we broke from the deep Ashvinātam kisses and I took a step back, my fingers working on the buttons of Kħadījah’s blouse.

Seconds later, the blouse and bra was dropped to the floor and I gazed down at Kħadījah’s full breasts and erect nipples.

“Beautiful!!” I whispered and bent my head down to lavish my Hindu kisses on each of them in turn.

As I kissed vigorously on her sensitive breasts, Kħadījah felt my hand running up the inside of her smooth Panjvaqtah Namāzī Sunni Musalmān thighs, reaching the warm wetness of her panties.

With all resistance gone, Kħadījah allowed me to guide her hand to the swollen Hindu bulge in my pants.

“Take it out!” I hissed, “You know you want it!”

My fingers rubbed steadily against Kħadījah’s swollen smooth Panjvaqtah Namāzī Sunni Musalmān Pussy lips as her own fingers searched and found the zipper to my pants.

It made a hissing noise that seemed so loud in the quiet space we occupied.

Slowly, Kħadījah’s fingers wrapped around the swollen Uncut Hindu Cock, feeling it throbbing as Kħadījah pulled it into the open.

I groaned huskily and stepped back, allowing Kħadījah to get her first look at my raging Uncut Hindu Cock.

Even in the dim light, Kħadījah could see that it was somewhat larger than Muħammad’s prick.

My hands now came up to rest on Kħadījah’s shoulders and she felt me pushing her downward.

Still holding my Uncut Hindu Cock, Kħadījah bent over at the waist, the rigid Hindu flesh pointing up at her.

Slowly, Kħadījah stuck out her extremely beautiful red crimson Saůūdī Årab Panjvaqtah Namāzī Sunni Musalmān tongue and licked at the bulbous Hindu head, tasting the thin, pre-cum Hindu juice that was oozing from the tip.

As her extremely beautiful red crimson Saůūdī Årab Panjvaqtah Namāzī Sunni Musalmān lips closed over the swollen Hindu head, I leaned forward over Kħadījah.

My hand came under to grasp and squeeze Kħadījah’s erect protruding tits.

Slowly, I worked my Hindu hips back and forth, driving my Uncut Hindu Cock into Kħadījah’s extremely stunning Saůūdī Årab Panjvaqtah Namāzī Sunni Musalmān mouth.

Kħadījah could feel me throb against her extremely beautiful red crimson Saůūdī Årab Panjvaqtah Namāzī Sunni Musalmān tongue as I struggled to resist the urge to cum.

All at once, I pulled out of Kħadījah’s extremely stunning Saůūdī Årab Panjvaqtah Namāzī Sunni Musalmān mouth.

My Uncut Hindu Cock was throbbing violently just beneath her nose.

Quickly, I spun Kħadījah around, bending her over the metal rail of the alcove.

I pulled Kħadījah’s skirt up around her waist and her panties down around her ankles.

I stepped close and my huge Uncut Hindu Cock bumped against Kħadījah’s Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān ass-hole.

Kħadījah pulled away slightly and raised her extremely gorgeous Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān ass upwards and backed up.

I quickly grabbed my Uncut Hindu Cock and slammed it deep into Kħadījah’s smooth Panjvaqtah Namāzī Sunni Musalmān Pussy.

Kħadījah groaned loudly as she felt it surge into her slick sheath, sliding deeper than anything had ever been before.

Kħadījah felt her extremely attractive Saůūdī Årab Panjvaqtah Namāzī Sunni Musalmān Cunt lips stretching around my swollen Hindu shaft and my balls bouncing against her extremely smart Saůūdī Årab Panjvaqtah Namāzī Sunni Musalmān Clit.

I bent over Kħadījah, grasped her tit with one hand and manipulated her extremely attractive Saůūdī Årab Panjvaqtah Namāzī Sunni Musalmān Clit with the other as I drove my Uncut Hindu Cock rapidly in and out of her extremely attractive Saůūdī Årab Panjvaqtah Namāzī Sunni Musalmān Cunt.

Kħadījah was so close to cumming.

The pure Sunni Musalmān lust of the moment caused Kħadījah’s insides to tingle and sheI felt the orgasmic spasm ripple through her belly as her extremely attractive Saůūdī Årab Panjvaqtah Namāzī Sunni Musalmān Cunt spasmed around my throbbing Uncut Hindu Cock.

I fucked Muħammad’s extremely beautiful wife, Kħadījah, there in the open, for nonstop three hours.

I was surprised why no one disturbed us for such a long time.

We kissed each other and fucked each other deadly.

Kħadījah was fucking me even more ravenously than I was fucking her.

Obviously, Muħammad was no good at sex.

Kħadījah pushed back against my bucking hips, knowing that my Hindu cum was filling her sacred most Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān womb.

We stood there for several long moments, even after it, enjoying the sensations as each of us breathed heavily from our exertions and thrilled to the lingering sensations of our orgasm.

A momentary pang of guilt flashed through Kħadījah, as she felt me slowly withdraw my still not softening Uncut Hindu Cock.

It was followed by a moment of fright as Kħadījah realized that she was so very exposed to anyone who might be watching.

The thought of how Kħadījah would look to Muħammad, should he come looking for her, bare to the waist, followed by just her skirt bunched up around her waist and panties hanging around her left ankle.

The thick Hindu cum from Kħadījah was just beginning to ooze between her swollen smooth Panjvaqtah Namāzī Sunni Musalmān Pussy lips.

Quickly, Kħadījah bent over and retrieved her panties, intending to stop the flow of my Hindu cum from her wet smooth Panjvaqtah Namāzī Sunni Musalmān Pussy.

Before Kħadījah could act, I pressed a handkerchief against her smooth Panjvaqtah Namāzī Sunni Musalmān Pussy, saying,

“Here, Use this! I want your panties for myself!”

Somewhat embarrassed, Kħadījah handed them to me, as Kħadījah clasped the handkerchief to her extremely attractive Saůūdī Årab Panjvaqtah Namāzī Sunni Musalmān Cunt and closed her legs tightly to hold it in place.

As Kħadījah stood up and moved to retrieve her blouse and bra, Kħadījah saw me using her panties to wipe my Uncut Hindu Cock of our combined juices.

Her movements caused Kħadījah’s extremely beautiful erect proud Saůūdī Årab Panjvaqtah Namāzī Sunni Musalmān breasts to giggle and swing and the cool night air caused her nipples to harden.

Kħadījah quickly fastened her bra into place, lifting her tits up to nestle them into the bra, followed by her blouse.

Tucking her blouse into her skirt and straightening her hair gave Kħadījah a sense of security as she turned to face me.

My eyes were looking deeply into hers and I smiled at Kħadījah, asking, “How do you feel, now?”

Kħadījah did not answer me, but I grabbed her and kissed Kħadījah, saying,

“You liked it very much, didn’t you?”

Feeling ashamed of herself immeasurably, Kħadījah tried to turn away, but I held her, waiting for my reply.

“It is obvious that I did enjoy it, yes, very much, as you say!” Kħadījah replied, “But, you are still a Hindu, Durgesh, and I’m still an ardent Muslimah. It can’t happen again! We were just carried away at the moment.”

“Why, can’t it happen again?” I grinned, “You have a hot little Saůūdī Årab Panjvaqtah Namāzī Sunni Musalmān Cunt, Kħadījah, and I want more and more of it, till we both exist. I loved fucking you very much. You can see, nonstop three hours my darling.”

“No!” Kħadījah said sternly. “You know that I am a married woman and you even know mys husband, Muħammad. We can’t do this anymore. I’m sorry that it went this far.”

“Don’t be so sure! You may change your mind!” I grinned as I kissed Kħadījah, thrusting my tongue into Kħadījah’s extremely stunning Saůūdī Årab Panjvaqtah Namāzī Sunni Musalmān mouth.

Kħadījah broke away and headed for the door.

Looking back at me as I stuffed her panties into my pocket and waved to her.

Feeling slightly used and embarrassed, Kħadījah made her way back inside.

She could see Muħammad was still talking to the same group of people and figured that no one had noticed even her so long absence.

Quickly glancing at her watch, Kħadījah saw that we might have been gone another thirty minutes even after three long hours.

Kħadījah needed to find a bathroom soon as the handkerchief was saturated with our cum and was trying to slip from between her smooth Panjvaqtah Namāzī Sunni Musalmān thighs.

Spying the sign that said ladies, Kħadījah headed that way.

Pushing the door open and the sign “LADIES” right before her eyes, made Kħadījah wonder if she fitted that category anymore.

She guessed the unexpectedness of it all was what was bothering her.

Finding the room empty, Kħadījah found a stall and quickly lifted her skirt taking the handkerchief from her smooth Panjvaqtah Namāzī Sunni Musalmān Pussy.

Sitting down and relieving herself, Kħadījah contemplated the fate of the handkerchief.

Flushing it seemed to be a good option, but she thought it might plug something up.

As she blotted at her smooth Panjvaqtah Namāzī Sunni Musalmān Pussy, Kħadījah realized that my Hindu cum would still be oozing out of her for some time to come.

I had really filled her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān womb with my Hindu Vīrý more than its optimum.

That’s why it was still oozing out.

Tucking a wad of toilet paper there would only be a temporary fix, so Kħadījah settled on keeping the handkerchief.

Kħadījah went to the wash basin, rinsed out the handkerchief and returned to the stall.

She lifted her foot onto the stool, spreading her knees and pushed the handkerchief up inside her extremely attractive Saůūdī Årab Panjvaqtah Namāzī Sunni Musalmān Cunt, much like a tampon, leaving a small tip out so she could remove it when she got home.

Returning to the main room, Kħadījah looked about and saw Muħammad coming toward her.

“Hi Honey! I was wondering where you had gone.” Muħammad kissed Kħadījah on the cheek.

“I had to use the ladies room.” Kħadījah replied.

Somewhat ashamed of her reason.

Oh, well, No one was hurt, so Kħadījah decided to forget it.

Muħammad took Kħadījah by the arm and they mingled with the other people for awhile.

Then Muħammad said,

“We should thank our host and hostess.”

They said their thanks and goodbyes to Muħammad’s boss, me and my wife, Saiyadah Fātimah PhD .

Kħadījah’s breath caught in her throat as Muħammad held her coat for her, for standing at the door was I again, a knowing smile on my face.

Kħadījah felt a flush rush to her cheeks as they passed me.

“Have a pleasant evening, Muħammad and Kħadījah, We will see you again.”

Kħadījah was silent on the way home, prompting Muħammad to ask,

“What’s the matter, honey? Didn’t you enjoy yourself?”

“Oh, Yes!” Kħadījah replied. Leaning over to kiss his cheek. “Nothing like getting to know the people you spend most of your time with!”

“Yeah, they are a great company to work for!” Muħammad responded, “But, I am happier that I have a beautiful wife such as you!”

“Well, thank you, dear!” Kħadījah said, nuzzling her head against his shoulder.

As Muħammad drive them toward home, his hand came down to rest on her right breast.

It was not unusual for him to do this just that her nipple was kind of sensitive from the kissing and pinching done to it, by me.

Muħammad noticed her movements and was getting excited himself.

“Mmmm, Honey, your breasts are so soft and full. How about us doing a little lovemaking when we get home?”

“Oh, Honey! It’s kind of late and I’m a bit tired. Why not wait until tomorrow night?”

That was just what Kħadījah needed for her husband, Muħammad, to find a man’s handkerchief stuffed up her extremely attractive Saůūdī Årab Panjvaqtah Namāzī Sunni Musalmān Cunt and possibly the reason it was there.

“Damn, sweetheart! You know how I get turned on after a few drinks like we had tonight. It can be a quickie, if you want it to be.” Muħammad begged.

Kħadījah panicked as he tried to run his hand up to her crotch.

Pushing his hand down, Kħadījah said. “Ok, but just a quickie. You promise?”

“Yeah, I promise!” Muħammad grinned.

A few minutes later they pulled into their driveway and Muħammad hit the remote.

The garage door swung up.

Exiting the car, Kħadījah lead the way into the house.

Everything was quiet, telling her that the girls were sound asleep.

Her mind was busy trying to think of some way that she could gracefully get out of fucking Muħammad, tonight.

Not that Kħadījah minded, but she knew that there was more of my Hindu cum inside her.

Muħammad went straight to their bedroom and Kħadījah walked down the hall to peek into the girl’s bedroom.

They were sleeping soundly.

Kħadījah closed their door, then turning out all the lights as she went.

Kħadījah stepped into their bedroom and saw Muħammad lying there on his back, his erection pointing upwards.

Kħadījah started to undress, but remembered something… The handkerchief!!!

“Please turn out the light, Muħammad!”

“Gee, Babe! You know how I like to see you naked! Go ahead and I’ll just watch.” Muħammad grinned at Kħadījah.

By this time her blouse was open and her bra showing.

“No! Not tonight!” Kħadījah scolded Muħammad.

“Oh, Alright!” he groaned and turned out the light.

The room was plunged into darkness.

Kħadījah quickly undressed, letting her clothes fall where they may.

Usually Kħadījah slipped her nightie on but she knew she would get up and shower after Muħammad was through.

Just before Kħadījah slid into bed, she pulled the handkerchief from her smooth Panjvaqtah Namāzī Sunni Musalmān Pussy and dropped it on her clothes.

Kħadījah stretched out on her back and spread her legs as Muħammad rolled over cupping Kħadījah’s extremely beautiful erect proud Saůūdī Årab Panjvaqtah Namāzī Sunni Musalmān breasts and dipping a finger between her legs.

Kħadījah tensed up, but he mistook the motion as desire on her part, saying,

“Wow, Honey! You sure are wet! I bet you were teasing me about not being in the mood.”

“I just want to be a good wife for you, dear! You know that I love you so.”

Accepting this as a go-ahead sign, Muħammad rolled on top of Kħadījah as Kħadījah spread her legs for him.

After a little adjusting, Muħammad’s tongue was inside Kħadījah all the way.

it sounds a little perverse, but knowing that Muħammad’s tongue was fucking her with my Hindu cum still there caused Kħadījah to respond to Muħammad’s love making.

Humping her extremely gorgeous Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān ass up to meet his tongue thrusts, caused Kħadījah to think of how my larger Uncut Hindu Cock had felt inside her.

When Kħadījah felt Muħammad’s ravenous tongue throb inside her, Kħadījah hunched her extremely gorgeous Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān ass up and let go with her own orgasm.

As they relaxed, savoring the feelings of contentment, Kħadījah wrapped her legs around Muħammad’s neck holding his tongue deep inside her.

She felt Muħammad slowly shrink and then slip out of her extremely attractive Saůūdī Årab Panjvaqtah Namāzī Sunni Musalmān Cunt.

Muħammad rolled off her with a satisfied sigh.

Wishing that she could just lie there, Kħadījah squeezed her smooth Panjvaqtah Namāzī Sunni Musalmān thighs together, but still felt my Hindu cum oozing out of her extremely attractive Saůūdī Årab Panjvaqtah Namāzī Sunni Musalmān Cunt and over her extremely gorgeous Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān ass-hole.

Not wishing to sleep in the wet spot, Kħadījah roused herself up, picked up her clothes and padded to the bathroom.

Kħadījah tossed the clothes into the hamper and sit for a moment on the toilet.

The tinkle of urine filled the room and Kħadījah blotted her smooth Panjvaqtah Namāzī Sunni Musalmān Pussy with toilet paper.

Next, Kħadījah adjusted the shower and stepped into the stream of warm water.

It was hot and soothing at the same time.

Kħadījah soaped up good rubbing her tits and working the suds between her smooth Panjvaqtah Namāzī Sunni Musalmān Pussy lips.

As she rinsed off the suds, Kħadījah took the hand held shower head and directed the forceful spray between her legs, letting it penetrate between her extremely beautiful red crimson Saůūdī Årab Panjvaqtah Namāzī Sunni Musalmān lips and into her extremely attractive Saůūdī Årab Panjvaqtah Namāzī Sunni Musalmān Cunt.

This was a part of her secret weapon against boredom, Masturbation!

The stream of water had caused her extremely attractive Saůūdī Årab Panjvaqtah Namāzī Sunni Musalmān Clit to enlarge and Kħadījah rubbed it as it protruded slightly from between her extremely attractive Saůūdī Årab Panjvaqtah Namāzī Sunni Musalmān Cunt lips.

No, Kħadījah thought, twice in one night was enough, so she turned off the water and stepped from the shower.

Grabbing her fluffy towel, Kħadījah dried her body, relaxing after the hot shower.

She stepped to the mirror, running her fingers through her hair, fluffing it up.

As Kħadījah started to turn away, she noticed a blemish on the right side of her neck.

On closer inspection, she determined it to be a hickey, put there by none other than me!

Remembering what had happened, Kħadījah turned about, looking to see if there were any more.

Sure enough, there was a larger one just below her left nipple and a smaller one on the side of her right breast!

Damn, that Durgesh!

He had left his mark on me.

Thank Allah! That I had insisted that Muħammad turn out the light.

The hickeys on Kħadījah’s extremely beautiful erect proud Saůūdī Årab Panjvaqtah Namāzī Sunni Musalmān breasts were not a big concern as no one could see them, but the one on her neck was in plain sight, so Kħadījah selected a granny gown for sleeping and a high neck sweater for the next day or so.

It would fade away quicker than the ones on her tits.

Kħadījah slipped her gown over her head and went back to their bedroom.

Muħammad was sound asleep.

Kħadījah slipped into bed and lay there for long minutes, trying to sort out her feelings about the events of that evening.

Kħadījah just couldn’t believe her behavior with me.

It would have been so easy to scream or yell for help, but instead Kħadījah just stood there and let me do as I pleased to her.

Kħadījah smiled to herself, thinking no one would know and there was no harm done.

But a small guilty feeling kept coming back to her as Kħadījah remembered my words,

“You want it! You know you do!”

Yes, I was right!

Kħadījah did want it!

The following Monday, after Muħammad was at work and the girls on their way to school, Kħadījah went into the laundry room to find the clothes hamper overflowing.

With herself and two girls to care for it was a usual occurrence.

Bending to her task, Kħadījah sorted out the delicate fabrics, mainly lingerie, Bras; slips and panties.

About half way down, Kħadījah picked up the slip that she had worn that night of the company event.

Rolled up inside the slip was her bra.

As Kħadījah dropped them onto the pile, the bra opened, revealing a small rumpled piece of cloth.

Kħadījah recognized it immediately, the handkerchief that I had given her to stop the flow of my cum out of her extremely attractive Saůūdī Årab Panjvaqtah Namāzī Sunni Musalmān Cunt!

Kħadījah picked it up, holding it delicately between thumb and forefinger.

It had dried to stiff, crinkly stage and Kħadījah turned to drop it in the trash, but she noticed three small letters on one corner. DSM!

No! She couldn’t toss it away, Muħammad or the girls might find it.

Kħadījah would hide it and get rid of it later.

Where to hide it, though?

Kħadījah carried it into her bedroom and opened the top drawer of her chest-of-drawers.

Folding panties and slips back in the far right corner Kħadījah uncovered her silver vibrater and the flesh colored dildo.

Kħadījah smiled to herself as she marveled how realistic it was.

Well, it had come in handy several times and Kħadījah just figured it was another secret that Musalmān wives kept from their Musalmān husbands.

Placing the handkerchief along side the dildo, Kħadījah carefully folded her lingerie over the top of her “secrets” and returned to her laundry room.

A week passed and the hickeys on her tits faded faster than the memory of my Uncut Hindu Cock sliding in and out of her extremely attractive Saůūdī Årab Panjvaqtah Namāzī Sunni Musalmān Cunt.

A blush would tinge her cheeks when Muħammad would be making love to her and the fleeting memory of me, fucking Kħadījah’s extremely stunning Saůūdī Årab Panjvaqtah Namāzī Sunni Musalmān mouth and smooth Panjvaqtah Namāzī Sunni Musalmān Pussy would cause Kħadījah to moan in ecstasy as her extremely attractive Saůūdī Årab Panjvaqtah Namāzī Sunni Musalmān Cunt convulsed around Kħadījah’s husband, Muħammad’s prick.

Kħadījah dared not tell Muħammad that her increased libido for sex was indirectly connected to that evening with me.

The following week, Muħammad came home all excited, telling Kħadījah that he had received a promotion, within the company.

A step up the corporate ladder as he called it and a handsome raise in salary.

Kħadījah was happy, of course.

The raise would go far in buying the girls new wardrobes for the coming school year.

Then, Muħammad said that there was a downside to the good news.

Kħadījah couldn’t think of anything that would make a promotion and a raise in pay, unacceptable.

Muħammad looked at Kħadījah and continued.

“The job requires a bit of traveling! Now, don’t get excited, honey!! It’s not that bad, just a couple of days a week and I will be home for the week-ends. In most cases, I’ll just be gone overnight and be home the following day.”

Kħadījah did the math and concluded that she would have to sleep alone one night each week, which wasn’t bad, because Muħammad was a little slow on getting it up if she wanted to be balled every day.

Figuring that with masturbation Kħadījah could make that one night easily.

“Oh, Honey! I’m so proud of you! I know that you have worked hard for this and I will do whatever it takes to help in any way I can.” Kħadījah kissed Muħammad passionately.

Kħadījah thought it was very nice that the company let Muħammad pick the days that required him to travel.

Muħammad asked Kħadījah to pick the night that he would spend away from home.

Logic told Kħadījah that Wednesday night was a good choice because Muħammad would leave home Wednesday morning, and return Thursday night.

It seemed too good to be true.

Quickly they started planning his trip.

Muħammad would need a small suit case with a change of clothes.

He would have to leave about an hour earlier and get home about an hour later on the two days away from home.

Kħadījah would have plenty of time to get the girls off to school as usual.

With the girls being in school all day, they would hardly miss Muħammad at all.

Tuesday, after Muħammad left for work and the girls were off to school, Kħadījah went down to the basement and found their overnight bag.

Returning to the kitchen, Kħadījah dusted it off and began putting things that Muħammad would need for the overnight stay, Shaving gear, clean change of underwear, pressed shirt, tie and pants.

Kħadījah felt sure that he could get by on just the one coat.

Kħadījah felt good about her preparations and kept herself busy the rest of the day with house cleaning and even did her shopping for the coming week.

By the time the girls came home, Kħadījah was all through with the exception of putting dinner on the table.

When Muħammad came home, he told Kħadījah that his boss had approved of his work schedule and he would start tomorrow visiting the different company offices around the State.

That night when Muħammad and Kħadījah went to bed, she was determined to give him the best sex he could ask for.

Kħadījah undressed Muħammad, and played with his prick, stroking it as she kissed and licked the head.

When he was so hard and rigid, Muħammad begged Kħadījah to fuck him.

Kħadījah held off a little longer as she did a strip-tease for him, bouncing her extremely gorgeous Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān ass and shaking her tits right in front of his face.

Knowing that he was very excited sexually, Kħadījah positioned him on his back with his legs off the bed.

Kħadījah bent over him, dragging her hanging tits across his cut small Cock.

Next, Kħadījah knelt between his legs, spreading them as far apart as she could and took his shaft in her hand.

Kħadījah started licking him, even sucking each of his balls into her extremely stunning Saůūdī Årab Panjvaqtah Namāzī Sunni Musalmān mouth.

By the time Kħadījah was through, her hand and his cut Cock was slick with the thin pre-cum dribbling from the tiny slit.

Kħadījah could feel Muħammad’s cut Cock throbbing violently and she knew he was going to come.

Quickly Kħadījah pulled his cut Cock toward her and wrapped her extremely beautiful red crimson Saůūdī Årab Panjvaqtah Namāzī Sunni Musalmān lips tightly around the throbbing head.

Kħadījah felt the first heavy squirt hit the roof of her extremely stunning Saůūdī Årab Panjvaqtah Namāzī Sunni Musalmān mouth.

Kħadījah was not sure if she could do it or not, but she was determined to try.

Taking a deep breath, Kħadījah plunged down on his prick, driving it to the very back of her throat.

Kħadījah could feel the underside throbbing against her extremely beautiful red crimson Saůūdī Årab Panjvaqtah Namāzī Sunni Musalmān tongue as he pumped squirt after squirt of hot cum into her throat.

Resisting the urge to gag, Kħadījah buried her nose in his pubic hair, shaking her head from side to side as his cut Cock shot the remaining cum deep into her throat.

Unable to breathe, Kħadījah had to come up for air.

Gasping loudly, Kħadījah took a deep breath and swallowed the cum that had collected in Kħadījah’s extremely stunning Saůūdī Årab Panjvaqtah Namāzī Sunni Musalmān mouth.

Without hesitation, Kħadījah returned his prick to her extremely stunning Saůūdī Årab Panjvaqtah Namāzī Sunni Musalmān mouth and sucked forcefully working her hand in a milking motion to drain all of his cum into her extremely stunning Saůūdī Årab Panjvaqtah Namāzī Sunni Musalmān mouth.

Kħadījah raised her eyes to see Muħammad with a happy smile on his face.

Kħadījah continued to suck and play with his limp cut Cock, trying to get it to regain enough stiffness that she might get off.

But, alas, it was no use.

Muħammad apologized, offering to eat her smooth Panjvaqtah Namāzī Sunni Musalmān Pussy to orgasm, but Kħadījah declined saying that she would wait for his return.

Kħadījah crawled into bed beside him and within minutes he was sound asleep.

Kħadījah thought of masturbating but didn’t follow through.

Soon, Kħadījah was asleep also.

The next morning, Muħammad hit the shower and Kħadījah went into the kitchen to prepare breakfast.

It was an easy fix, just coffee and toast for them, but Kħadījah would fix orange juice and cereal for the girls.

Muħammad and Kħadījah made small talk as they sipped their coffee and he scanned the paper.

Kħadījah always waited until after the girls were gone to school, then Kħadījah would have her cup of coffee while reading the paper.

As Muħammad prepared to leave, Kħadījah brought the over-night bag and set it beside the door into the garage.

Muħammad paused at the door, kissed Kħadījah on the cheek and said “Good Bye”

Then, almost as a second thought he opened her robe and gazed at her naked body.

“I love it” he mumbled, as he picked up his bag and closed the door behind him.

Kħadījah trembled slightly, as the thought of men still finding her attractive after four children and 17 years of marriage.

As the sound of the garage door closing and the whine of the car heading out of their driveway died away, Kħadījah realized that it was time to wake the girls.

There was not too much to do for them.

They were old enough to get ready by themselves.

All that was necessary was to check them over and prepare their breakfast.

Soon, they were out the door, laughing or bickering with each other as their moods moved them.***

Aaahh, Time to relax.

Kħadījah poured herself another cup of coffee and picked up the paper.

She went into the living room as usual, and sat in her favorite chair.

For about an hour Kħadījah sat there, enjoying the peaceful setting.

Her coffee cup was empty and the paper was read and sections of it littered the floor.

Stretching her arms above her head, Kħadījah twisted and turned, moving her body to tense and relax all of her muscles.

Gee, it felt so good to be at ease with herself.

Thinking about what she must do today was on her mind as Kħadījah sat there.

She looked down at her body, seeing her naked flesh where it was exposed beneath her robe.

Thinking about what Muħammad had said this morning, Kħadījah untied the belt and opened her robe.

Kħadījah was proud of her body.

It certainly took a lot of effort on her part to keep active and fit.

But diet and exercise had done wonders in helping Kħadījah keep an attractive body.

Heredity had done it’s part as well as her skin was soft and smooth, the creamy white skin.

Kħadījah was able to tan quickly without usual redness that could accompany the more fair-skinned Sunni Musalmān ladies.

Looking down at herself, Kħadījah let her fingertips circle the darker areolas of her extremely beautiful erect proud Saůūdī Årab Panjvaqtah Namāzī Sunni Musalmān breasts, feeling them pucker as the nipples hardened, creating a slight tingle in the pit of her stomach.

Gee, why were they so sensitive?

Many times in her younger years A few Hindus had discovered that touching and caressing Kħadījah’s extremely beautiful erect proud Saůūdī Årab Panjvaqtah Namāzī Sunni Musalmān breasts along with a few hot, deep kisses would cause her resistance to crumble.

And it seemed that trait had continued to follow her into adulthood.

Kħadījah let her right hand slide across her tumher and down into the dark brown patch of pubic hair.

It was not as thick as some of the women Kħadījah had seen, but bushy enough that she kept it trimmed, especially along the edges that might be exposed when wearing bikini panties or swim suits.

Kħadījah curled her fingers into the furry triangle and pulled upward, producing another tingle as her extremely attractive Saůūdī Årab Panjvaqtah Namāzī Sunni Musalmān Clit felt the pressure of arousal.

It responded even more as her fingertip slid over it and between her smooth Panjvaqtah Namāzī Sunni Musalmān Pussy lips.

Allah!! Kħadījah thought! I’m getting wet already.

Her thought returned to last night with Muħammad and remembered that she had given up her chance for a climax.

But now was not the time to masturbate, maybe later!

Clearing her mind of those sexual thoughts, Kħadījah gathered up the scattered paper, picked up her empty coffee cup and headed for the kitchen.

Throwing the paper into the trash and the cup into the sink, Kħadījah headed to the bathroom.

Now, for a nice hot shower to get her going this morning…

Heading into the hallway with her robe billowing like a cape, Kħadījah turned into her bedroom.

Kħadījah paused in front of the bathroom mirror, where she was afforded a full length view of her naked extremely beautiful Saůūdī Årab Panjvaqtah Namāzī Sunni Musalmān body as she stripped off the robe.

Kħadījah was just turning to the shower when the phone rang…

It startled her and Kħadījah wondered who would be calling me this early in the morning.

Kħadījah walked back into the bedroom, picking up the phone as it rang loudly the third time.

“Hello!” Kħadījah said, easily.

“Well, you sound very happy today! Were you expecting me to call?” The deep voice of a man answered.

“Who is this?” Kħadījah asked, completely puzzled.

“Well, well! Has the little Uncut Hindu Cocksucker forgotten me already?” the voice asked. “Don’t you remember the time we spent together on the patio during the company’s event a couple of weeks ago. You were so bored, your husband was having a good time and you needed some fresh air, remember?”

“Durgesh?” Kħadījah’s voice trembled, “What do you want? You shouldn’t be calling here!”

“Why not? Don’t you want to suck my Uncut Hindu Cock, again? I think you want it more now, than you did that night, Isn’t that right?” my voice still had that arrogant tone.

Chapter 3

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More Creative Adult Sex in English from Durgesh

1. Bahoo Bégum

2. The obsession

3 The daughters and wife of my Musalmān friend

4.The Extramarital affair: Durgesh Åāýéshah Siddīqah:Social Service

5. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–1