The Stunning Musalmān Houseladies: 2-Of my Musalmān enemies-1The Punishment to my enemy: 4Posted: March 18, 2010
The Stunning Musalmān Houseladies
2: Of my Musalmān enemies
An unwanted affair
Ammījān and her son
Life is strange.
So many things happen in our lives over which we have no control.
Sometimes, these events are so unplanned, so unintentional, that they leave you baffled.
I went through some strange events that threw my life into an endless wave of lust and debauchery.
I had a nice loving Musalmān husband, Muħammad Ålī; who loved me a lot, and five beautiful kids whom I adored.
I had everything that a woman needs to call herself happily married.
Even in my wildest dreams, I couldn’t have imagined having an affair with another man, and that Durgesh.
However, it happened and I couldn’t stop it.
My only sin was that I loved Muħammad Ålī, and married him.
Muħammad Ålī’s only sin was that he was an adopted son of Muħammad Ħasan,Durgesh’s arch Musalmān enemy.
Here, I would like to add that it was kind of forced onto me initially, but later, I must admit, I too began enjoying it.
Yes, I’m sorry to admit that Durgesh is perhaps the best man in the Universe, who can fuck a Musalmān beauty to even more than her hearts content.
Now my husband, Muħammad Ålī, also knows about it.
I have been regularly sleeping with two men in a single house: with my lawfully wedded Musalmān husband, Muħammad Ålī; and when he’s not home, with my horniest Hindu father-in-law.
I was only seventeen when I got married.
My husband Muħammad Ålī, who is just one year older than me, was the adopted son of Muħammad Ħasan. Muħammad Ålī was not good in studies.
He floundered repeatedly in his exams.
When he failed thrice in his class, his father Muħammad Ħasan, a shrewd businessman, withdrew him from school, and hired him in his own sweets shop.
Muħammad Ålī liked working at the shop more than adding two plus two in school.
He soon learned most of his father’s successful business secrets.
However, he had a major weakness: he was extremely bad with numbers.
For some time, Muħammad Ħasan entrusted him with all the responsibilities of running the shop, but soon realized his son’s inability in handling finances.
He went back to looking after the sales himself, and Muħammad Ålī was assigned the task of supervising the production of sweets.
Muħammad Ålī, a meek and introvert youth, never expected more than that.
He was content with what he got, and never complained about playing second fiddle to his father.
My father had a small grocery shop at the outskirts of the city selling daily goods and utility items.
Earnings weren’t very good to support a family of six, my parents, my three sisters, and myself, but we were managing somehow.
Abbu knew Muħammad Ålī’s father, he was just an old acquaintance, nothing more than that.
One fine day, Muħammad Ålī’s father visited our house looking for abbu. They met and talked privately. After Muħammad Ålī’s father left, Abbū came inside and happily announced that Muħammad Ħasan was asking my hand for his son.
Everyone was surprised. Why would a wealthy person like Muħammad Ħasan like to marry his only son to the daughter of a poor shop owner?
The news spread like a jungle fire in the small town.
My neighbors and relatives received this news with contempt and disbelief.
But, once they realized that it was true, there were mixed reactions.
Some were genuinely happy, while some were very jealous.
One of my relatives even suggested that there might be some problem with Muħammad Ålī, and my father should not accept this marriage.
However, Abbū had met with Muħammad Ålī once at their shop, and he didn’t find any abnormality in him.
He considered it as a blessing from Allah.
He was very happy that at least his eldest daughter was getting married to a rich family where she would lead a comfortable life.
Nobody really knew why Muħammad Ħasan had chosen me for his son.
I was too young to understand the intricacies of marriage.
Marriage was not a subject in which Musalmān girls in an orthodox Musalmān family like ours had any say.
All I knew that one day Abbu would arrange my marriage with some suitable Musalmān boy, and I would spend my entire life with him; no questions asked.
Therefore, when my Ammījān gave me the news, I didn’t respond very eagerly. Two days later, my younger sister took me to a corner and handed me a photograph.
It was taken in some marriage ceremony.
It showed a group of teenage boys. She pointed to a frail but handsome looking Musalmān boy standing in the center of the group.
I stared at the picture of my future Musalmān husband, suddenly overwhelmed with a strange emotion.
I had never felt like that before.
I didn’t realize then that I had fallen in love with the shy looking boy smiling in the photograph.
A month later, we got married in a lavish ceremony.
After the marriage, I got my first taste of sex.
We couldn’t meet on the first night as the ceremonies continued until dawn.
When I was finally taken into our bedroom, my eyes were drooping with exhaustion.
Muħammad Ålī was no better than me.
Both of us were dead tired. Muħammad Ålī hugged me on the bed.
He kissed me; we talked in slow whispers for some time until we fell asleep.
For the first time in my life, I slept on the side of a man whom, only a day ago, was a complete stranger to me.
It was the second night of our marriage, when Muħammad Ålī made love to me for the first time.
I still remember the feeling of utter shame when he began to strip me.
I made him switch off all the lights before he proceeded to undo my clothes. After removing my clothes, he stripped hurriedly.
In the complete darkness of our bedroom, I heard the rustling of his clothes and felt his presence only when he got between my legs.
Then his cut Cock poked at my virgin Meccan Saůūdī Årab Musalmān pussy.
Both of us were virgins.
Neither of us had any prior exposure to the opposite sex.
A married friend of mine had given me some mushy insight about this night. She had especially asked me not to stop my husband.
She had also told me that it would hurt the first time but would be great fun later.
Muħammad Ålī tried to insert his cut Cock into my Meccan Saůūdī Årab Musalmān pussy clumsily.
After some fumbling, he was able to insert his cut Cock head into my Meccan Saůūdī Årab Musalmān pussy.
It tore my virgin hymen, and I cried with pain.
He stopped pushing further, but didn’t pull his cut Cock out of my Meccan Saůūdī Årab Musalmān pussy.
After waiting for my pain to subside, he began to move his glans gently in and out of my Meccan Saůūdī Årab Musalmān pussy.
Muħammad Ålī fucked me with only his cut Cock head inside my Meccan Saůūdī Årab Musalmān pussy.
It was painful at the beginning, but soon the pain began to recede, and an unusual feeling of rapture began to overwhelm my Meccan Saůūdī Årab Musalmān body. Muħammad Ålī didn’t push his cut Cock further.
I could feel his cut Cock head moving in and out of my Saůūdī Årab Musalmān Cunt and then all of a sudden he erupted.
His hot cum spilled mostly over my Saůūdī Årab Musalmān Cunt lips and soaked my thick bush.
It was a thick hot sticky liquid, and on that first occasion it didn’t appear very pleasant.
Muħammad Ålī immediately withdrew his cut Cock and rolled off me.
I grabbed my clothes and rushed to the bathroom.
I washed the thick gluey liquid that was sticking to my Meccan Saůūdī Årab Musalmān pussy and my dense bush.
There was also some blood mixed with the cum that oozed out of my Meccan Saůūdī Årab Musalmān pussy.
My friend had warned me about it so I didn’t panic.
Before coming out, I put my clothes back on.
Muħammad Ålī was waiting outside, still naked.
He had switched on a night lamp.
He stepped into the bathroom shutting the door behind him.
Muħammad Ålī came out of the bathroom, with a tahmed, sarong, around his waist.
We then slept in each other’s embrace.
Next morning, my Saůūdī Årab Musalmān Cunt was sore.
I felt a little discomfort while walking. However, as the day progressed the pain was replaced by a gentle tenderness.
Even after the painful experience of last night, I eagerly waited for the next night.
I was longing to go through that experience again, wanted to feel my Muħammad Ålī’s cut Cock sloshing in my tender Meccan Saůūdī Årab Musalmān pussy and then ejaculating his seeds inside my depth.
As I waited eagerly, I sensed a wetness seeping between my Meccan Saůūdī Årab Musalmān pussy lips.
It was very strange; I had never felt like that before.
I was dying to get laid again.
I felt ashamed of my lustful thoughts. That night, I took the entire length of his cut Cock inside my Meccan Saůūdī Årab Musalmān pussy.
My Saůūdī Årab Musalmān Cunt was still sore from the previous day’s adventure, but I didn’t stop Muħammad Ålī.
Muħammad Ålī fucked me in a slow rhythm until he erupted inside my Saůūdī Årab Musalmān Cunt, filling it with his hot seed.
This time, his hot thick cum didn’t feel bad inside my Saůūdī Årab Musalmān Cunt, I rather liked the feeling of his cut Cock jerking and erupting inside me.
After that day, we fucked almost daily.
With time, we lost our inhibitions and indulged in sex more often.
As a result, I was pregnant after two months and became an Ammījān within a year of my marriage.
I always considered Muħammad Ålī to be the perfect man for me; but he had a very meek disposition.
Muħammad Ħasan, though loved his son, was a very dominating father, because my husband was the only person he could dominate.
Otherwise, not only Durgesh, even each and every woman in the household, dominated Muħammad Ħasan.
Throughout, his childhood he had been critical of his son and as a result, Muħammad Ålī’s personality remained subdued.
He could never face his father, nor Durgesh consequently, for anything whether it was right or wrong.
He silently accepted any commands given by his father and Durgesh, both.
Muħammad Ålī once told me that he hadn’t even seen my picture before our marriage.
His father arranged his marriage and informed him.
I was chosen as his son’s wife because Muħammad Ħasan believed that a Musalmān girl from a poor family would always be at his mercy and would never pose a threat to him.
I also feel that to some extent, my father-in-law was right in this belief.
I was brought up in a family where women had no say in the day to day functioning of the household, and no surprise that I too believed that.
As time passed, Muħammad Ålī got busier with the shop.
The old man began to give him more responsibilities to please Durgesh.
However, he kept the final control in his hands and never let my husband take full responsibility of his business.
I had nothing to complain about. Muħammad Ålī was his only son and the rightful heir.
Above all, I was leading a life I could never have imagined in my life.
I had a loving husband and a beautiful girl child.
I couldn’t have asked for anything better from life.
After the birth of our first daughter, the frequency of sex dwindled as I became a busy Ammījān tending to the needs of a tiny tot and Muħammad Ålī got busier in the shop.
Over the years, the frequency of our sexual encounters dwindled further. Muħammad Ålī and I never observed any kind of protection during our lovemaking, and so, by the end of tenth year of my marriage, I was Ammījān to five beautiful daughters.
Many things had changed over the last ten years.
I was no more a cute, skinny petite dove like the one I used to be at the time of my marriage.
I had put on some weight.
Even Bearing five daughters had left NO scar and NO fleshy hump around my tummy.
These all things made me more beautiful day by day, and more voluptuous.
I was happy and contented with my life.
My husband still loved me very much, and he never failed to praise how beautiful I looked.
I had every reason to believe him.
I loved my husband very much and no thought about any other man ever occurred to me.
Therefore, I was the only woman, except my mother in law, in my house other than a maid who visited our house in the morning and afternoons to clean the house.
He took good care of me, and my family.
He played with my kids, bought them gifts and toys, paid for their school, and their other expenses.
He did everything a good grandfather would do for his grandchildren.
Unlike my father, my husband’s father was quite liberal and he let me enjoy lot of freedom in the house.
I too treated him like my Abbu.
Durgesh was fifty, but appeared much younger than his age, not more than thirty.
I must admit that he was good looking and well maintained for his age.
I really admired him for being so.
However, his recent activities revealed a darker side of him.
He had been entrusting more and more responsibility to my husband.
His business was flourishing; the shop was doing very well.
Father-in-law saw the opportunity and opened a branch of his shop in another part of the city.
It increased Muħammad Ålī’s workload as he was looking after both establishments.
It kept him busy with little time for the kids and me.
Muħammad Ålī’s father stopped visiting his shop altogether, and began to manage his affairs from the home itself.
He appointed a cashier at the shop to help Muħammad Ålī with the finances. Father-in-law began spending more and more of his time at home with his arch Hindu enemy almost always present there.
He didn’t have much to do, so he began spending more time with the kids. When they weren’t home, he spent his time sitting in his room watching some television program or some movie on his player.
He was very fond of Bollywood and Hollywood movies.
Recently, he had purchased a brand-new DVD player.
Every other day, he would bring home some borrowed disc from a nearby shop and watch it with kids, or sometimes with the whole family.
He had a good collection of DVDs of his own.
He had given me his old DVD player. Often, I used the player during the afternoons for watching movies while waiting for the kids to return from school. Although it started with subtle hints, I began to notice the way Muħammad Ålī’s Hindu ‘father’ looked at me.
I caught him, a number of times, staring at me in a peculiar way.
He began to seek excuses to visit the kitchen every now and then.
I normally spent most of my time in the kitchen or in my bedroom.
Often, I found him coming to the kitchen on one pretext or another and trying to talk to me.
At times, I found him staring at my bosom with a lecherous look in his eyes. One day, he accidentally kept his hands over my shoulders.
Sometimes, when I passed near him, I had a strange feeling that he had been ogling my Meccan Saůūdī Årab Musalmān buttocks. He started bringing gifts for me very often, sometimes rather expensive gifts.
Initially, I was happy with his gestures, but later I got suspicious.
He was very careful about his actions. Whenever Muħammad Ålī or the housemaid was home, he kept himself confined to his room, pretending to be reading some magazine or watching a television program. As soon as the kids were off to school and the housemaid left for another house, he would appear at the kitchen door asking for something.
We live in a spacious three room house that my father-in-law built long ago. The front door opens to a wide corridor, which passes between two big facing rooms, one is my bedroom and other belonged to the kids.
The corridor opens into a spacious veranda and to an open courtyard after that.
The kitchen is situated after my bedroom and its doors open to the veranda. Facing the kitchen, on the other side of the open courtyard, lies Durgesh’s bedroom.
My bedroom initially belonged to my father-in-law, however, after my marriage, he gave us his bedroom and he took another bedroom.
The two bedrooms in our house have attached bathrooms.
There is also an additional bathroom situated just after the children’s room.
It opens to the veranda.
The common bathroom is a small one. Usually, it was kept locked and was rarely used.
The other major change I noticed in Durgesh was that he stopped using his own attached bathroom.
He began taking his showers in the common bathroom.
It was very strange.
It gave him ample opportunity to roam around the house wearing only a towel around his waist.
Often, I found him deliberately lurking here and there in the veranda in his seminude state, especially when we were alone at home.
I found his actions little suspicious but tried to ignore him.
I never expected that a man of his age, and his reputation could be harboring ulterior motives about his ‘own’ daughter-in-law.
I was more confused because for the last ten years he had been a perfect gentleman, never giving me a chance to doubt his intentions.
One afternoon, after the housemaid left, I was alone at home.
I fed the two young kids and left them sleeping in my bedroom.
After a while, I heard him calling me from his room.
When I went there, he was lying on his bed in a vest and a tahmed, sarong.
He told me that he was feeling some pain in his back and asked me to rub a pain reliever on his back.
He gave me a tube of pain reliever.
I took the tube.
He immediately got up and removed his vest.
He was now half-naked standing in front of me.
I had seen him roaming around the house, wearing only his tahmed; but never before had he taken his vest off in front of me.
My face turned scarlet with embarrassment.
Notwithstanding a small potbelly, he had a rather good physique for a fifty-year old.
Durgesh didn’t seem to notice it.
He lay on his bed on his stomach, and pointed to a region in his lower back and asked me to apply cream to it.
I sat at the edge of his bed.
I squeezed the tube, took a large gob of white cream between my fingers and began rubbing it over the affected area. Durgesh closed his eyes and rested his head over his folded hands.
I rubbed the paste over his aching back in silence.
Then I noticed that his tahmed was tied in such a way that a small part of the crack of his ass was visible.
I began feeling uncomfortable.
My face turned red but out of respect for the old man, I continued rubbing the cream on his back.
It went on for about five minutes.
Finally, he asked me to stop and told me that his back felt better.
I got up from his bed and proceeded to go out of his room when he turned on the bed.
Even in my rush to leave his room, I didn’t miss the massive tent formed in the front of his tahmed.
Ashamed and terrified, I rushed to my bedroom, locked the door, and sat on my bed.
I was stunned.
My heart was beating fast.
I could hear my heart beats hammering in my ears.
I was now sure about my Hindu ‘father-in-law’s intentions towards me.
The old man wanted me.
I was horrified at the thought.
My Ammījān never let me out without wearing a burqā.
I wasn’t allowed to talk to any boy from the neighborhood.
The only man in my life was my husband Muħammad Ålī.
I loved him; although at times, I felt sad for him not being so smart like his Hindu ‘father’.
All ten years of my marriage, Muħammad Ålī had been a very good husband and I never felt any inclination to think about any other man.
Now, after a long period of a happy married life, things were beginning to change.
My Hindu ‘father-in-law’ was trying to seduce me.
I was afraid and perplexed by his behavior.
I didn’t know what had gone into his head.
He had always been a father figure to me.
It’s true that he never gave Muħammad Ålī full power over the shop, and he remained in control of all affairs and showed no intentions of retiring.
However, he did everything that a good father could do for his family.
He looked after all of us very well.
At times, he got upset with Muħammad Ålī, sometimes even lost his temper but he never said anything to me. He helped me in every possible way to make my life comfortable.
I didn’t know why he was behaving in such a manner now.
I thought about telling Muħammad Ålī about the incident, but later decided against it.
I didn’t know how he would react to this news.
He was very afraid of his father, and Durgesh both, and I had never seen him taking a stand against them, even when he was not wrong.
I was afraid that father-in-law would call me to his room the next day, therefore, when he informed us that night that he would be out of the city for some days, I was relieved and happy.
I was probably imagining too much, and everything would be fine after his return.
He was visiting a nearby city to attend some marriage ceremony in his friend’s family.
Durgesh returned three days later.
The children were at school and Muħammad Ålī had already gone to the shop.
After freshening up, he called me into his room.
I was a bit apprehensive, but I went.
He was standing by his bed with his briefcase lying open on the bed.
He was rummaging through its contents.
I used my chunni, a scarf, to cover my head and went near him.
Durgesh took the clothes out of his briefcase and produced some small packages.
“For the children,” he said as he handed me the packages.
I took them.
Then he pulled a few DVD cases out of his bag. “I’ve brought some new movies, like to watch?”
“No… I’m not free now.” I was eager to get out of his room, “I’ll watch later.”
“I’m not asking you to watch it now.” He smiled.
He handed me one DVD from the pack and put the others into his TV cabinet. “Keep it… Watch it when you’re free. I know you like movies.”
I silently took the DVD, left his room, and took a deep sigh of relief.
Maybe I was wrong about my Hindu ‘father-in-law’.
I went to my room and put the DVD in my cupboard.
I decided to watch it later in the afternoon. Durgesh took his shower. Surprisingly, he didn’t use the common bathroom.
He washed in his own bathroom. When he came out of his room, he was fully dressed.
I was in the kitchen cooking lunch.
“I’m going to the shop.” He spoke from the kitchen door, “Is lunch ready?”
He sat at the dining table.
I served him food.
He ate ravenously.
He looked happy.
Once or twice he looked at me but didn’t talk much.
He seemed to be preoccupied with something.
When he left after lunch, I locked the door.
I fed Rehaanah and Shama, and left them playing in the veranda.
My other three kids, Shahidah, Sakina, and Parveen, were at school and were not expected until three.
I looked at the wall clock; it was showing 1:00 pm, enough time to straighten my aching limbs.
I thought I would take a brief nap.
I slipped in my bed and closed my eyes.
Suddenly, I remembered the DVD that Durgesh had given me.
I am a big movie fan also; therefore, I dropped the idea of sleeping.
I took the DVD out of my cupboard, switched on the television, the DVD player, and inserted the disk into it.
I took the remote and settled on the bed.
I adjusted the pillows beneath my back to put myself in a comfortable, reclining position and then pressed the play button on the remote.
The television screen flickered for a few seconds; then it began to show the legal warnings. I pressed the fast-forward button, waited for few seconds and again pressed the play button.
My eyes went wide open with shock and disbelief.
In my panic, I simply forgot to use the remote, immediately jumped off my bed and switched off the television.
Then I stood there shivering violently.
I had never seen such a wanton display of sexual acts before.
I had heard about porn movies; and I was vaguely aware of the fact that in such movies, fucking scenes were shot from very close quarters.
However, what I just saw appeared simply disgusting.
Gradually, the trembling was replaced by anger.
I was furious with Durgesh.
The old man was playing games with me.
He had deliberately handed me a blue film DVD.
Seething with anger, I decided that I would confront the old man, and if he refused to improve his ways, I would report the incident to Muħammad Ålī.
I could not let this go on forever. After making up my mind, I took the disk out of the player and put it back in my cupboard.
My daughters arrived from school, and I got busy with them.
The kids ate their food, and then all of them went out of the house to play with their friends, leaving Shama, the youngest one, and me alone in the house.
Durgesh arrived at about five in the evening.
When I opened the door, he smiled at me, and then went directly to his room.
I waited for some time.
I was furious with him, but now when I was about to face him, I started feeling nervous.
I went to my room, took the CD from my cupboard, and waited there for some time, breathing heavily, trying to overcome my nervousness.
Finally, I came out of my bedroom.
I crossed the veranda and the open courtyard and knocked on his door.
“Come in.” He asked from inside.
I went inside.
He was sprawled on his bed, the remote was in his hand and he was continuously changing channels.
He looked at me. “What’s this?” I asked angrily showing him the DVD.
He stared at it then looked at me, puzzled.
“What did you give me?”
“A movie…” He tried to smile.
His smile made me even angrier.
I had never been so angry in my whole life.
I could feel tears swelling in my eyes. “You call this a movie?” I threw the DVD on his bed.
He picked up the disk in his hand.
His face wore a look of deep surprise. Again, he stared at me as if he couldn’t understand why I was shouting at him. Then his eyes went wide.
I had enough.
I could not control my tears.
I knew I would start crying, so I immediately turned and began to walk out of his room.
“Suraiyah, please stop.” He called me as he jumped off the bed.
I didn’t stop and walked hurriedly toward the door.
He rushed close to me and held my hand firmly.
“Let me go.” I cried trying to release my hand from his firm grip.
But, I was no match for his strength.
“Look Suraiyah.” He said apologetically, “It’s just a mistake. I didn’t give it to you deliberately.”
“Let go of my hand.” Angrily, I tried to free my hand from his grip, finally succeeding in getting out of his clutches.
I ran out of his room, and scurried to my room.
Durgesh followed me.
I quickly locked my room from the inside.
I heard his footsteps approaching the door.
Then he knocked lightly.
I didn’t reply.
“Suraiyah, please listen to me.” He was almost pleading, “I didn’t do it knowingly.”
“I don’t want to listen to anything. When Muħammad Ålī returns, then we’ll talk.”
“Please… Suraiyah… Don’t tell anything to Muħammad Ålī. Believe me, it was not intentional.”
“Please go,” I shouted from inside, “I don’t want to talk to you.”
There was a silence for some time.
“Look Suraiyah… I bought it for myself. I gave it to you by mistake… You must believe me.”
I realized that if I continued answering his calls he would not go away.
I kept silent.
Finally he spoke,
“Okay… If you don’t want to listen… I’ll go. But think hundred times before you tell Muħammad Ålī about it.”
I heard him move away from the door, and then there was silence everywhere.
I was in no hurry to open the door.
I rubbed my eyes to wipe the tears.
I remained in my room until my daughters returned.
Durgesh was locked inside his room.
I washed my face and began preparing dinner.
I pondered what had happened this afternoon.
I didn’t know whether my Hindu ‘father-in-law’ was telling the truth.
But, after much deliberation I decided to give him a chance.
Muħammad Ålī came at around eight.
Durgesh was careful enough to open the door of his room before the arrival of Muħammad Ålī.
Still, he stayed inside his room watching television.
When dinner was ready, I sent Parveen to call him.
He came back and said that grandpa was not hungry.
I didn’t press further and served the dinner to Muħammad Ålī and the kids.
Muħammad Ålī was a bit surprised by his Hindu ‘father’s absence from the dining table; but he was tired from the day’s work. He ate hurriedly and went to the bedroom with the kids.
I collected the dishes from the dining table and dropped them into the sink.
Then I went to my bedroom.
Before entering the room, I looked in the direction of Durgesh ’s room.
He was still awake.
I could hear the sound from his television emanating from his room.
I went inside my room and locked it.
Things were back to normal for a while.
Durgesh resumed his normal routine the day after, however, he was subdued.
He talked very little with me or with anyone and spent most of his time with the kids.
It appeared that my threat had worked.
I was happy that he was not troubling me now any more.
I avoided him completely and spoke with him only when it was necessary.
At times, it was a necessity as he was the master of the house.
All the earning from the shop went to him only.
He didn’t pay a single penny to Muħammad Ålī.
Therefore, if I needed anything, I had no other option than to ask him for money.
This situation didn’t last for very long.
Gradually, Durgesh returned to his nasty antics.
One day, I found him roaming around the kitchen with only a tahmed on his body, and an unmistakable bulge in front of his crotch.
When he saw me, he smiled gleefully and went to the common bathroom.
I was annoyed but knew that it was futile to talk to him unless he did something nasty.
I avoided him by mostly remaining inside my room.
If for any reason I had to go to his room, I made sure that I left it as quickly as possible.
After the previous incident, I was somewhat assured.
Durgesh might be a horny old man, and probably he was having the hots for me, but he would never like to be exposed in front of his ‘son’.
Therefore, I was sure that he would not dare touch me.
As far as his horny behavior towards me was concerned, I thought it would be better to overlook it.
One afternoon, after having finished cooking lunch, I decided to retire to my room.
My daughters, except Shama, were at my parents’ house, spending their winter vacation.
“Suraiyah…” I was about to open the door to my bedroom when I heard his voice.
“Yes.” I replied loudly.
“Please come here…”
“In a minute…” I said reluctantly.
I went into my room and waited for some time hoping that he would not call me again.
After about five minutes, he called me again.
I walked over to his room.
Durgesh was lying flat on his stomach.
As usual, he was wearing only his tahmed.
His face was grimacing with pain.
“What do you want?” I pulled the drape covering his door to one side and asked.
” It’s hurting very much.” His hand touched a place at his back, “Please…” His eyes wore a pleading look.
I recalled the incident which took place a few days ago.
I was about to refuse when he moaned loudly.
I sat on the side of his bed, took the cream from him and began applying it to his back.
He closed his eyes and relaxed.
I applied it for about five minutes.
None of us spoke anything.
Finally, I asked,
“Is it okay?”
Father-in-law opened his eyes and looked at me,
“Its better, you can go now.”
I stood and began to walk toward the door.
Father-in-law tried to get off the bed.
All of a sudden, his leg got stuck in his tahmed, and he stumbled.
He gripped the bed’s headrest to support himself.
As he tried to keep his balance, his foot pulled his tahmed, and the loosely tied cloth fell off his waist.
I stared at him; my eyes went wide with horror.
Durgesh’s tahmed was lying near his feet.
He was standing beside his bed without a stitch of clothing on his body.
His uncircumcised mammoth Hindu manhood was sticking out of his dark crotch like a flag pole.
I was dumbfounded with shock.
I wanted to cry, but nothing came out of my mouth.
Durgesh immediately bent forward and picked his tahmed from the floor, and wrapped it around his waist.
His massive Uncut Hindu Cock disappeared behind the thin cloth, but a big tent in front of his crotch remained.
I dashed out of his room, crossed the courtyard scurrying to my bedroom. Hurriedly locking the doors from inside, I slumped on my bed.
I closed my eyes and tried to catch my erratic breathing.
As I closed my eyes, the naked figure of my Hindu ‘father-in-law’ began dancing in front of my eyes.
Terrified, I forced my eyes open. When I got back to my senses, I tried to review the events.
I was confused.
The way it happened, it appeared almost natural.
I saw him stumble; I saw the way his tahmed got stuck in his foot and then slid off his waist.
But, he had an erection, a massive erection.
My face turned red just by thinking about it.
Did he plan it?
I could not decide.
I had no doubts that my father-in-law was still entertaining amorous thoughts about me.
It meant he had gone back to his old ways.
“He needs another rap on his knuckles.” I thought angrily.
I decided to confront him again.
I was about to open the door when I heard the sound of the telephone ringing. Before I could go out, father-in-law took the call.
He listened to the caller on the other side, then said, “Wait for me… I’ll be there soon.” I heard him go back to his room.
I remained inside my room waiting for him to return.
After a while, I heard his footsteps approaching and then stopping at the door.
“Close the door, I’m leaving.” He said, and then he was gone; no mention of the recent episode.
I came out of my room and closed the front door, went to the veranda, pulled an easy chair, and slumped on it.
My mind was in turmoil.
I contemplated how to stop his evil advances.
Should I tell everything to Muħammad Ålī, or should I talk with father-in-law again and warn him again?
I was in great dilemma.
I knew it wouldn’t be easy for me to convince Muħammad Ålī that his Hindu ‘father’ was sexually interested in me.
He won’t believe me.
No one would believe such an allegation.
His Hindu ‘father’ was a well respected man in the society.
After much deliberation, I decided that I would confront the old Hindu man again.
I would give him a final warning.
He must stop his perverted ways; otherwise, I would have no other choice than to report it to his son.
I hoped that my threat would work this time as it had worked last time.
The old man would never like to face his son.
I waited for him, but he didn’t return. At three, my daughters came back from school and I got busy with them.
Father-in-law returned at eight in the evening along with Muħammad Ålī.
It appeared that there were some urgent work at the shop, and therefore, Muħammad Ålī had asked for his help.
I cooked and served dinner.
We all sat at the dining table and ate. Repeatedly, I found father-in-law staring at me.
My face was flushed, and I could not meet his leering Hindu eyes.
At night, I was restless.
I was shocked of what had happened in the morning; I even felt disgusted. However, watching a naked Hindu man had aroused me.
That night, I desperately needed Muħammad Ålī; I wanted him to take me in his arms, strip me and fuck me hard.
I suddenly realized that he hadn’t fucked me for quite some time.
I wanted to snuggle into his body just to make sure that I was protected.
But, he was tired and completely oblivious of my state.
He slept immediately.
I tried to sleep, but sleep eluded me.
Every time I closed my eyes, the whole scene began playing like a movie in my mind: father-in-law’s tahmed falling off his waist and his throbbing Uncut Hindu Cock suddenly getting exposed.
A hot blooded mammoth rod with a bloated uncircumcised head.
Why was he so interested in me, a Ammījān of five?
A man of his status could easily get a bride, and nobody would raise an eyebrow. In a society where a man is always considered young, he could marry a girl even younger than his own daughter, then why me?
Did he find me attractive?
I closed my eyes again, and as it happened before, his naked thick Uncut Hindu Cock appeared before my eyes.
Dampness began to seep between my Meccan Saůūdī Årab Musalmān pussy lips. Shocked, I opened my eyes.
My heart was beating fast.
I could even hear it.
I cursed myself for the sudden lustful thought that crept through my mind.
I stared into the darkness unsure about what would happen the next day.
My mind was so occupied with my encounter with my Hindu ‘father-in-law’ that I never realized when I drifted to sleep.
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