Durgesh Åāýéshah Siddīqah: Social Service 3: Durgesh the Sex TherapistPosted: May 2, 2010
My wife, Kħadījah, is originally from Saåūdī Årab.
When I married her, she was in her early twenties and her family had just immigrated to the north India.
I was always looking for ways to make her less inhibited.
I always found it a turn-on to have Hindu men look at her.
I had to transfer to a new job a few years after our marriage.
As part of the transfer, I had to switch to a new HMO and had to select some new friends for my wife Kħadījah and me.
I loved such Ashvinātam Sex Stories very much.
I looked through the list of prominent Hindus with their pictures provided by my insurance company and deliberately picked out a Hindu male Sex Therapist who looked like a hunk, and signed him up as my wife Kħadījah’s Sex Therapist.
My wife Kħadījah had to make a preliminary visit to see him just to get the paperwork done.
She was a little uneasy about going to him, because up until then, she had only been to female Sex Therapists.
I did not tell her that I had picked out the Sex Therapist for Her.
She thought that she was assigned to him at random.
On the first visit, she had to fill out some forms and the Sex Therapist, Durgesh, asked her about her medical and family history.
After she came back from the visit, she told me all about the Sex Therapist and mentioned that Durgesh seemed like a very friendly Hindu guy.
Afterwards, I sent her to see the Sex Therapist a few times, usually for minor allergy problems that she used to have occasionally.
Durgesh usually asked her to come back for another visit to follow-up on the medication Kħadījah was taking.
Durgesh also asked Kħadījah to schedule a complete physical, but she was nervous about it and kept postponing it.
I was quite excited by the idea and tried to encourage her to have the physical with Durgesh.
She then confessed to me that she thought the Hindu Sex Therapist was starting to flirt with her during her office visits.
I told her that it seemed harmless to me.
A Sex Therapist is actually a psychologist too.
Durgesh has to ask personal questions.
Durgesh can’t provide his optimum services without it.
Kħadījah watched me suspiciously,
“Tell me one thing, Muħammad!”
“Are you too like most of the Musalmeen?”
“I never heard such nonsense!”
Kħadījah smiled ironically,
“I hope you mean it.”
“Not best?” I smiled.
“I’m not jesting, you idiot.” Kħadījah thundered at me.
“You should have the physical if you think that Durgesh is a good Sex Therapist.” I told her calmly.
My wife Kħadījah visited Durgesh several more times but she never made an appointment for her physical.
Durgesh looked younger than I was told Durgesh was.
Durgesh was probably in his mid-thirties.
Durgesh could not be 61 at least.
After I talked with him about my wife Kħadījah’s sexual allergies for a while, I happened to mention to him that she was a good cook.
I offered that Durgesh was welcome to come over for dinner to our house sometime.
To my surprise, Durgesh took me up on the offer.
The Sex Therapist came over to see us the following weekend.
My wife Kħadījah wasn’t very happy that I had invited Durgesh home, but she still cooked a big meal for him.
When Durgesh came over, Kħadījah was wearing a simple ankle-length skirt and blouse, and she had her long hair tied in a knot.
She was very petite and slim, and looked almost like a teenager.
During dinner, I caught the Sex Therapist often-stealing appreciative glances at Her Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān body.
Durgesh said that Durgesh found Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān girls to be Very attractive.
My wife Kħadījah started blushing and it seemed like she was starting to like the attention she was getting from Durgesh.
Durgesh asked me more questions about Kħadījah how I met and married her.
I told him truthfully that she was a virgin when I married her, and that she had not been with any other guy before or since.
My wife Kħadījah blushed deeply when I said it, and pretended to be angry with me.
I was starting to get turned on by my wife Kħadījah’s embarrassment and decided to take this as far as I could.
After we finished dinner, Durgesh spotted a family picture of my wife Kħadījah on the wall.
She was wearing a sari in the photo.
Durgesh told Kħadījah that she looked lovely in the photo, and said that Durgesh would have liked to see her wearing a sari.
I asked my wife Kħadījah to go and change to a sari.
She was reluctant, but I insisted and she left us to go and change.
I poured the Sex Therapist a juice, and we went to the living room to watch some TV.
I thanked him for the compliment and told him that my wife Kħadījah had told me good things about him and that I was glad to have him as Her Sex Therapist.
Somehow, I was getting turned on by the idea that Durgesh was obviously attracted to my wife Kħadījah who was so much younger than Durgesh was.
My wife Kħadījah joined us after a while, wearing a beautiful green sari, and stood before us.
Durgesh immediately went to Kħadījah to have a closer look.
My wife Kħadījah had untied her long flowing hair.
Durgesh held her hair up with both hands to look at the sari closely.
Since her blouse was cut low in the back, much of her shoulder was bare.
Kħadījah started blushing again; very aware of the show Kħadījah was giving to both of us.
Durgesh then asked her how the sari is worn, and I explained that as usual, most of it is wrapped around her waist and one end is placed over the shoulder.
Durgesh moved it away from Her Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān body.
Kħadījah didn’t expect Durgesh to do this so quickly, and Kħadījah protested mildly, folding her arms across Her Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān breasts to cover up.
I told her not to be shy since Durgesh is Her Sex Therapist.
My wife Kħadījah has relatively big Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān breasts.
They were firm and well shaped, and a hint of her perky nipples was visible from even under her bra.
The blouse reached just below Her Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān breasts and her midriff was bare.
Kħadījah always wore her sari below her waistline, and since Kħadījah had a very small waist, her navel and belly looked gorgeous above the folds of the sari.
Durgesh then dropped the end of the sari to the floor, and asked her to turn around, to give us a view from all sides.
I already had a boner and was starting to wonder how far this would go.
Durgesh asked Kħadījah what she wore under the sari.
Kħadījah blushed and pretended to be mad at Durgesh for asking, but I told him Kħadījah wore a skirt.
Durgesh knelt beside her and slowly raised the lower folds of her sari to reveal a little of her petticoat, her underskirt, in matching green.
Durgesh lifted her skirt to her knee, exposing the smooth skin of her calves.
Durgesh then playfully asked her what Kħadījah had on under the skirt.
Kħadījah didn’t answer him, but she blushed deeply.
Kħadījah looked flushed with a mix of embarrassment and excitement.
Durgesh let Kħadījah go, and we sat down again.
Kħadījah then re-adjusted her sari and sat on the couch next to where we were sitting.
I asked the Sex Therapist about the medication Kħadījah was taking.
Durgesh said that Durgesh had recommended a full physical for my wife Kħadījah, but that Kħadījah had failed to schedule an appointment.
Durgesh looked disapprovingly at my wife Kħadījah, and Kħadījah started stammering an apology.
I asked Durgesh what kind of tests Kħadījah needed to have done.
Durgesh said that Kħadījah would need a basic exam and some special tests based on her medical and family history.
Durgesh then asked me whether we use birth control and if I wanted to get my wife Kħadījah started on birth control pills.
I told him that we had been using condoms till then and that it would be a great idea for her to start taking pills since neither of us liked condoms much.
My wife Kħadījah turned red as the conversation turned very intimate.
The Sex Therapist said that Durgesh would have to give her a pelvic exam and a Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān breast exam before Durgesh could write a prescription and offered to make an appointment at his clinic for a physical for her the next week.
My wife Kħadījah seemed nervous upon hearing this but Kħadījah did not have much choice at this point.
I told Durgesh that my wife Kħadījah was embarrassed about having a physical from a male Sex Therapist, but that it was perfectly OK by me.
Durgesh said that it is quite normal to be nervous during a physical the first time, but that I was welcome to accompany her during the exam if it would help make her more comfortable.
This sounded very exciting to me and I eagerly agreed.
My wife Kħadījah blushed upon Hearing this and Kħadījah seemed pleased to hear the compliment.
The Sex Therapist called us the next day to confirm the appointment for my wife Kħadījah’s physical a few days later.
It was unusual that Durgesh was handling the appointment himself instead of letting his office do it.
It was clear to me that Durgesh was quite eager to have Kħadījah in for the physical.
I was eagerly looking forward to it as well.
On the day of her physical, my wife Kħadījah spent considerable time getting ready, and I noticed that Kħadījah had groomed herself meticulously.
Kħadījah wore a floral blouse and a flowing skirt that reached just above her ankles.
Kħadījah wore her best makeup and perfume and had given herself a manicure and a pedicure.
I could tell that Kħadījah was nervous and a little excited at the same time.
At the clinic, we were taken to the examination room where a lady Sex Therapist came in first and measured Her Height and weight.
Then she took her temperature, pulse and blood pressure.
Kħadījah then left and then the Sex Therapist came in to talk to us briefly.
After some small talk, Durgesh pointed to the gown provided by the clinic and told my wife Kħadījah that Kħadījah could change into the gown if Kħadījah wanted to, or Kħadījah could just keep her street clothes on if Kħadījah was more comfortable that way.
Durgesh then left us, presumably to give her time to change.
My wife Kħadījah looked at the skimpy gown and decided against wearing it.
The Sex Therapist came back after a few minutes.
Durgesh was his usual gracious self and Durgesh kept up the small talk as Durgesh started examining her.
Durgesh first checked her eyes, ears and throat.
Durgesh examined her neck and shoulders, and listened to Her Heart and lungs with a stethoscope.
Durgesh then asked her to lie on her back on the examining table, and raised her blouse till her abdomen was fully exposed.
My wife Kħadījah trembled slightly at his Hindu touch.
Durgesh explained as Durgesh examined her liver, spleen and other internal organs thoroughly, at times inserting his Hindu finger under the waistband of her skirt and panties.
Durgesh then asked her to turn over to lie on her stomach.
Durgesh raised her blouse to the middle of her back, and examined her kidneys and spine.
Durgesh then asked my wife Kħadījah to get up and undress to her waist for Her Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān breast exam.
Kħadījah hesitated a bit, and then sat up on the table and started undoing the snaps on the front of her blouse.
I helped her to remove it off her shoulders, revealing a lacy black bra.
Kħadījah undid the snaps at the back of the bra, took it off and sat up, with her hands crossed in her lap.
Her embarrassment at sitting topless in front of the two of us was obvious.
Kħadījah looked very attractive and vulnerable at the same time.
My wife Kħadījah has nicely shaped Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān breasts with perky dark nipples, which stood out clearly.
Durgesh asked Kħadījah to raise her right hand and then started checking her right Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān breast.
With his bare Hindu hands, Durgesh felt up her underarm and all around her Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān breast in a circular motion with three fingers pressing the flesh of Her Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān breasts.
Durgesh asked her if Kħadījah ever had a discharge from her nipple.
Kħadījah said no, but Durgesh still pressed a finger on Her nipple, bending it to one side and lightly squeezing it.
Durgesh then lowered her arm.
Durgesh repeated the same with her left Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān breast, while holding up her left hand over her head with his other hand.
Durgesh asked her if Kħadījah ever did Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān breast self-exams and Kħadījah said no.
Durgesh said that Kħadījah should do them regularly in the same way that Durgesh just did, and placed his hand again on her Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān breast to show her the area to cover.
Then Durgesh told Her Kħadījah could put her clothes back on.
I watched as my wife Kħadījah put her bra back on and then I Helped Her with Her blouse.
Durgesh then told Kħadījah that Durgesh would do the pelvic exam next, and that Kħadījah could keep her skirt on and just remove her underwear.
Kħadījah blushed upon hearing this, and reluctantly got down from the table.
Kħadījah then awkwardly reached under her skirt to lower her panties.
As Kħadījah stepped out of them, I noticed that they were lacy black panties that matched her bra.
Durgesh Helped her to get up on the table and asked her to lie down and then slide down the table.
Durgesh raised her skirt to the waist and gently spread her knees apart.
Durgesh lifted each of Kħadījah’s feet onto the supports on the examination table.
Durgesh then switched on the spotlight directly above the examination table.
And Kħadījah’s light brown skin glowed in the spotlight.
Kħadījah’s Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Pussy was very smooth and cleanly shaven, which is the way Kħadījah usually kept it.
It seemed that Kħadījah had waxed or shaved her legs especially well for her exam, because Kħadījah did not have a single hair visible anywhere.
After talking briefly about pelvic exams, Durgesh spread Kħadījah’s Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Pussy lips gently apart.
Durgesh spread a drop of lubricant on his fingers and inserted his index finger into Kħadījah’s Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Pussy gently.
I thought it was unusual that Durgesh did not wear gloves as I had expected.
My wife Kħadījah squirmed a little, but Durgesh continued.
Durgesh then also added his middle finger and I watched excitedly as his Hindu fingers disappeared inside Kħadījah’s Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Pussy.
Durgesh twisted his fingers around inside Kħadījah’s Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Pussy, checking it from every direction.
With his fingers inside Kħadījah’s Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Pussy, Durgesh felt up Kħadījah’s hairless Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān pubic area with his left hand, pressing down firmly with his fingers.
Durgesh then got a speculum and gradually inserted it in Kħadījah’s while holding Kħadījah’s Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Pussy lips apart with the other hand.
Kħadījah winced when she felt the cold material entering her.
I was amazed at the view Durgesh had of my wife Kħadījah, with her legs spread obscenely apart and Kħadījah’s cleanly shaven Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Pussy on display, held open with the speculum so that Durgesh could see deep inside Kħadījah’s Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Pussy.
The insides of Kħadījah’s Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Pussy looked very moist and pink.
My wife Kħadījah looked a little uncomfortable and nervous, but it seemed that Kħadījah had gotten over her initial embarrassment.
Durgesh checked Kħadījah’s Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān cervix closely with the speculum, and took a sample for a Pap smear test.
Durgesh then said that he would next check Kħadījah’s rectum for hemorrhoids or other abnormalities.
Kħadījah had clearly not expected this and neither had I.
Durgesh removed Kħadījah’s feet from the supports and asked Kħadījah to turn over and lie on her stomach.
Durgesh separated Kħadījah’s legs a bit till Kħadījah’s anal area and even Kħadījah’s Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Pussy was clearly exposed.
Durgesh left Kħadījah in this embarrassing position to go to the cupboard to get a pair of latex gloves.
Durgesh put on the gloves, then squeezed out some lubricant and smeared some on his gloved index finger.
My wife Kħadījah gasped and grabbed the edge of the table tightly as Kħadījah was not used to any anal contact.
Durgesh continued to check for about a minute.
Durgesh wrapped up the rest of the exam in another few minutes.
After Durgesh was done, Durgesh Helped Kħadījah get down from the table.
Kħadījah put her panties back on and sat up on the table.
Durgesh explained more about the birth control pills, gave Kħadījah some free samples, and asked Kħadījah to start taking the pills every day.
Durgesh told us to use condoms for another month because it would take a few weeks for the pill to be effective.
I found the whole procedure quite arousing and couldn’t wait to get back home to fuck Kħadījah.
When we got home, I was pleasantly surprised to find Kħadījah to be quite responsive to my caresses.
As I entered Kħadījah, I found Kħadījah to be as wet as Kħadījah had never been.
After a couple of days, my wife Kħadījah called me at work one evening and excitedly told me that the Sex Therapist had called to tell Kħadījah that Kħadījah’s test results were normal.
Kħadījah had talked to him for a while on the phone, and Durgesh had ended up inviting himself for dinner.
Durgesh was on his way to our house and Kħadījah was cooking dinner in a hurry.
I deliberately stayed at work for another hour and took my time getting home.
When I got home, I found them in the kitchen.
Durgesh was tasting the food Kħadījah had prepared.
My wife Kħadījah’s face was all red, and it seemed like there was some intense flirting going on.
We had a nice dinner and I found that our conversation had become much more intimate no doubt partly because Durgesh had seen my wife Kħadījah naked just a couple of days ago.
Durgesh asked us if we were still using condoms as Durgesh had told us to.
I told him that we have been using condoms every day.
My wife Kħadījah blushed at the implication of what I said.
Durgesh told Kħadījah that Kħadījah would probably enjoy sex more after we stop using condoms, because Kħadījah would be able to feel it better.
This kind of talk was turning me on, although my wife Kħadījah was painfully embarrassed.
I told Durgesh that we sometimes have sex without a condom when it is a safe time of the month for Kħadījah.
I said that Kħadījah likes it better when we do it without a condom, but that I do not come inside Kħadījah for fear of Kħadījah’s becoming pregnant.
Durgesh then asked me if Kħadījah enjoys sex.
I told him that Kħadījah usually does not come during sex, but Kħadījah climaxes easily when I finger her or when I go down on Kħadījah’s.
My wife Kħadījah was so embarrassed she covered her face with her hands, but we ignored Kħadījah.
Durgesh asked next if we use a lubricant or Kħadījah has enough natural lubrication.
I said that we usually use some lubricant, but that we don’t need it if I caress Kħadījah long enough, because then Kħadījah gets quite wet.
Durgesh then asked me if I wanted him to check Kħadījah’s out to make sure everything was all right.
Durgesh had a slightly evil grin on his face that told me that Durgesh wanted to more than just check Kħadījah.
It sounded good to me however, and I told him to go ahead.
Durgesh got up and sat next to Kħadījah on the couch.
Kħadījah looked at me like she couldn’t believe what Durgesh was doing, but I told Kħadījah it was all right.
Durgesh asked me again if it was Ok to kiss Kħadījah and I smiled to indicate my approval.
Durgesh held Kħadījah’s head with both his Hindu hands and started kissing Kħadījah in earnest.
I thought it was best to leave them alone for a minute, so I excused myself pretending to go to the bathroom.
When I came back, Durgesh had picked Kħadījah up, placed Kħadījah on his Hindu lap, and Durgesh was still kissing Kħadījah deeply.
I wasn’t bothered at all by this and in fact found it very sexy to watch them together.
I had planned it all to watch myself how Durgesh does this miracle.
I could ever divorce and start afresh with another one once learned it all very well.
Let Durgesh fuck this Kħadījah.
But even Durgesh couldn’t fuck all the Kħadījahs I could marry.
I brightened the lights, sat on a chair at the other end of the room, and watched Durgesh and Kħadījah intently.
I watched as Durgesh held Kħadījah’s head with one hand, and put his other hand under Kħadījah’s top to caress Kħadījah’s Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān breasts over Kħadījah’s bra.
I could tell that my wife Kħadījah was very excited and Kħadījah seemed to tremble at his Hindu touch.
Very soon Durgesh raised Kħadījah’s hands to remove Kħadījah’s top over Kħadījah’s head.
And then Durgesh slowly unhooked the thin bra Kħadījah had on and let it fall to the floor.
Kħadījah seemed giddy with excitement, and eagerly opened her mouth again as Durgesh continued to kiss her.
I could barely believe that my wife Kħadījah was sitting topless on another man’s Hindu lap, but the sight was incredibly exciting to me.
Durgesh was taller than my wife Kħadījah was, and Kħadījah looked very tiny next to him.
Durgesh then got up, lifted Kħadījah’s off his lap and laid Kħadījah on her back on the couch.
Durgesh then knelt on the floor beside Kħadījah, and kissed Kħadījah passionately on Kħadījah’s extremely beautiful Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān mouth, and then moved down Kħadījah’s Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān body, covering Kħadījah’s neck, Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān breasts and belly with his extremely passionate Hindu kisses.
My wife Kħadījah seemed to be in another world altogether, and was responding to his touches with giggles and moans that seemed to excite Durgesh even more.
Kħadījah’s skirt had ridden up to Kħadījah’s thighs showing Kħadījah’s legs and bare feet.
Kħadījah’s toenails were painted pink, and Kħadījah’s feet looked very shapely and delicate.
Durgesh started kissing Kħadījah’s feet and legs, tickling the soles of Kħadījah’s feet mercilessly for a couple of minutes as Kħadījah laughed and thrashed about uncontrollably.
Durgesh then reached under Kħadījah’s skirt and lowered Kħadījah’s panties and removed them, as Kħadījah lifted her Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān buttocks to allow Durgesh to take them off.
Durgesh slipped his hand up Kħadījah’s skirt again.
Kħadījah started squirming and it was clear that Durgesh had a finger or two in Kħadījah’s Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Pussy.
Durgesh continued fingering Kħadījah for several minutes while he went back and forth between Kħadījah’s nipples.
Finally Durgesh withdrew his finger.
It was dripping wet.
Kħadījah tasted her juices as Durgesh suggestively slipped the finger in Kħadījah’s mouth and made Kħadījah lick her own juices.
Durgesh then turned to where I was sitting, and asked me if I could give him a condom.
I hadn’t expected things to proceed this fast, but I went to the bedroom, got one and gave it to him.
I guess this was his way of asking my permission to fuck my wife Kħadījah.
My wife Kħadījah seemed surprised by this as well, but before Kħadījah had time to think, Durgesh gave the condom to Kħadījah.
Durgesh then unbuckled his belt, lowered his jeans and revealed a very visible Hindu erection within his jockey shorts.
Durgesh then motioned to my wife Kħadījah to put the condom on him.
Kħadījah hesitated for a second and looked at me.
I told Kħadījah’s to go ahead.
My wife Kħadījah got down, knelt on the floor and then lowered Durgesh’s underwear with his Help.
His Uncut Hindu Cock was very stiff and pointed almost straight up with a prominent pink Head.
Kħadījah struggled to get the condom packet opened, and then tried to put it on Durgesh.
Kħadījah had never put on a condom before since I always did it myself.
Kħadījah fumbled with his Uncut Hindu Cock and the condom for a while, trying to get it on.
His Uncut Hindu Cock was thicker and longer than mine was, and I was fascinated to watch Kħadījah’s handling his Uncut Hindu Cock.
It did not fit.
Kħadījah looked me asking what to do.
Kħadījah was startled,
“Sons? In plural?”
“Why not, darling? Fuck the great Durgesh from now on right in front of me.”
“You—”Kħadījah stammered, “you haven’t any objection? Even the slightest?”
“Never. Go ahead. Enjoy to your heart’s content, and let me learn from great Durgesh himself how to fuck.”
Durgesh smiled, stepped out of his jeans and shorts, and laid Kħadījah on her back on the carpeted floor.
Durgesh placed a cushion under Kħadījah’s butt to position Kħadījah’s Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Pussy at the right Height.
Kħadījah’s white Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Pussy lips looked moist and inviting.
Durgesh then parted Kħadījah’s legs, folding them at the knees and raised them till Kħadījah’s knees were above Kħadījah’s chest.
Durgesh knelt beside Kħadījah and entered Kħadījah effortlessly.
Durgesh started with slow, deep strokes.
I could not see Kħadījah’s Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Pussy clearly from where I was sitting, but it was incredibly erotic to watch Kħadījah with Kħadījah’s smooth white Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān legs spread widely apart, and Durgesh’s Hindu waist bobbing up and down between Kħadījah’s legs.
Kħadījah was not used to this, because I was usually much more gentle with Kħadījah.
I suspected that it was hurting Kħadījah a little, but Kħadījah did not say anything or to try to stop Durgesh, even a bit.
Kħadījah was also breathing faster and started to sweat a little.
Durgesh continued thrusting harder, occasionally stopping to catch his breath.
Durgesh clearly had a lot lot more endurance than I did, and it took nine hours for him to come.
I could not believe my own eyes.
But it was all right there in front of my very eyes.
Allah, how can I endure this much?
Well, it’s just the beginning.
Let Durgesh fuck my wife from now on as much as they both can.
Naturally, I can ask him how to endure this long.
After Durgesh was finished, he rolled over to the side.
And they snuggled for a while, completely ignoring me.
My wife Kħadījah seemed tired and sweaty and had a look that said that she had been very well fucked.
Durgesh asked Kħadījah for a napkin.
Kħadījah grabbed a napkin from the end table and wiped off his Uncut Hindu Cock, which was covered in both of their cum.
I was surprised because Kħadījah had never done this for me.
Kħadījah then gathered her clothes and ran to the bathroom to clean up.
As the Sex Therapist put his underwear and jeans back on, Durgesh told me that he thought my wife Kħadījah was very sexy and that he really enjoyed making love to Kħadījah.
When my wife Kħadījah came back, Durgesh kissed her passionately again.
“You are most welcome always.” I smiled at him, “Treat my wife as your own from now on. Kħadījah is all yours Durgesh, from now on, I mean.”
“I’m grateful to you, Muħammad.” Durgesh smiled at me indebted, “Never hesitate if I can do anything for you. We are friends now.”
Durgesh soon left thereafter.
My wife Kħadījah was a little nervous after Durgesh left, worrying about what she had done, and wondering whether anyone would find out.
I reassured Kħadījah that it was Ok with me, and that the Sex Therapist would be discreet about this, which Durgesh certainly was.
The Sex Therapist called my wife Kħadījah again the next week to chat, and asked if he could stop by again.
When Kħadījah asked me about it, I happily agreed.
I found that my wife Kħadījah didn’t seem to object anymore either, and had in fact already invited him to visit again.
Durgesh showed up the following weekend with a bouquet of flowers for my wife Kħadījah, which of course pleased Kħadījah very much.
Just when Kħadījah started serving dinner, Durgesh made Kħadījah take off her blouse and bra and told Kħadījah that he wanted to enjoy looking at Kħadījah’s Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān breasts for the rest of the evening.
My wife Kħadījah reluctantly agreed.
I found it a huge turn-on to watch Kħadījah’s topless as we sat at the dinner table.
After dinner, Durgesh immediately started cuddling with Kħadījah.
This time Durgesh undressed Kħadījah fully and Durgesh also got completely naked.
They cuddled naked on the couch for a while.
Durgesh had a nice build even at his 61, which I never believed.
It was clear that Durgesh kept in good shape.
Durgesh was of medium height yet quite bigger than I was.
Durgesh had broad shoulders, a hairy chest and strong Hindu arms, all of which my wife Kħadījah seemed to like.
Durgesh put Kħadījah down on the floor and sat up straight on the couch, took Kħadījah’s hand and placed his Uncut Hindu Cock in it.
Durgesh motioned Kħadījah to come closer to his Uncut Hindu Cock and my wife Kħadījah understood that Durgesh wanted Kħadījah to suck him.
My wife Kħadījah had given me blowjobs a few times before, but only as a prelude to sex.
Durgesh caressed Kħadījah’s hair and brought Kħadījah’s Head closer to his Uncut Hindu Cock.
Kħadījah had deep red lipstick on and it was a wonderful sight to see my wife Kħadījah kneeling on the floor and taking Durgesh’s Uncut Hindu Cock into her extremely beautiful Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān mouth.
Durgesh was uncircumcised, and his Uncut Hindu Cock looked very different from mine because of his Hindu skin, the bulbous pink Head, and the dark hair that covered his Hindu pubic area.
Durgesh instructed Kħadījah to do various things with her mouth, like licking up and down the length of his Uncut Hindu Cock, flicking her tongue across the Head of his Uncut Hindu Cock, and kissing the underside of his Uncut Hindu Cock and his Hindu testicles.
Durgesh would then again have Kħadījah take his Uncut Hindu Cock into her mouth with her lips wrapped tightly around it, with his hands guiding Kħadījah’s Head up and down the length of his Uncut Hindu Cock.
Kħadījah got the hang of it quickly and started doing it without his Help, holding onto the base of his Uncut Hindu Cock with her thumb and index finger.
When Durgesh was close to coming, he would stop Kħadījah and ask her to lick around and below his Uncut Hindu Cock.
This was repeated several times, until his Uncut Hindu Cock was covered in Kħadījah’s saliva and smeared lipstick.
Unlike the first day, I sat very close to them this time, so I had a very clear view of all this.
When Durgesh finally started coming, his Uncut Hindu Cock was still inside Kħadījah’s mouth.
She gulped all of it looking at Durgesh gratefully immensely.
And she was right.
It was a great favor that the great Durgesh was bestowing to both of us.
Kħadījah acted like she was grossed out, but Durgesh made Kħadījah hold his Uncut Hindu Cock and pump him until the last few drops came out.
Durgesh then made Kħadījah kiss his Uncut Hindu Cock again.
Durgesh was starting to go soft, but I asked Kħadījah to continue to lick Durgesh’s Uncut Hindu Cock till Durgesh was hard again.
When Durgesh was erect again, Durgesh fucked Kħadījah on the living room floor as Durgesh had done before.
This time too Durgesh didn’t use a condom, and came inside Kħadījah again when Durgesh finished.
Kħadījah then ran to the bathroom to clean up, and came back after a while.
From then onwards, we saw him on several weekends.
Durgesh would stop by on a Friday normally.
Durgesh would always bring a nice gift for my wife Kħadījah, including expensive items like jewelry occasionally.
Sometimes Durgesh would stay overnight and leave the next morning.
Durgesh got Kħadījah to do many things Kħadījah had never tried before.
Durgesh liked to be quite aggressive with Kħadījah and treated Kħadījah more roughly than I ever did.
Kħadījah didn’t seem to mind it even a bit, and I let Durgesh push Kħadījah around as much as he liked.
Durgesh clearly enjoyed the power he had over Kħadījah, and especially seemed to love to take Kħadījah in front of me.
His favorite was to do Kħadījah doggy style on the floor, or to have Kħadījah sit on his Uncut Hindu Cock and ride him.
Kħadījah had done neither of these before.
It sometimes took him a while to get an erection.
Usually Kħadījah had to suck him for some time to get him up.
But once Durgesh was up Durgesh always took a long time to come.
None of us both could ever believe Durgesh was really 61.
Kħadījah never used to spit out his Hindu Vīrý.
Durgesh always got Kħadījah to swallow entire of it as he came in Kħadījah’s mouth.
When Durgesh stayed over, Durgesh would sleep in our bed with us with my wife Kħadījah in the middle usually wearing only a T-shirt and panties.
Durgesh would spend much time cuddling with Kħadījah, and would usually fuck Kħadījah in the morning as I lay next to them watching.
When Durgesh took a shower in the morning, Durgesh would take Kħadījah with him to the shower and have Kħadījah soap, wash and dry him off.
Kħadījah was happy to go along with his demands and I didn’t mind it much either.
We also went to his place several times.
Durgesh had a nice huge mansion in the city.
Durgesh had a small collection of porn movies that we watched together.
My wife Kħadījah had never seen any before and it was an eye-opener for her.
We never did a threesome.
Sometimes I would ask Kħadījah to suck me or to have me fuck Kħadījah while Durgesh just watched us.
Yet, I always preferred to watch them, Durgesh and my wife, Kħadījah, do it.
Those days I used to fuck Kħadījah almost every day, so I didn’t mind holding back on those days when saw the Sex Therapist.
It was very exciting for me to watch my wife Kħadījah with the utmost sexiest Hindu guy, especially an older Hindu guy who really seemed to get off on doing it best with a shy, married Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān girl.
We continue this still now.
My wife Kħadījah continues to see Durgesh as her Sex Therapist forever.
Durgesh even continues to do my wife Kħadījah’s annual exams.
Of course, I always went with Kħadījah for Kħadījah’s exams and they never failed to arouse me.
More Creative Adult Sex in English from Durgesh
1. Bahoo Bégum
23. A secret Smile
30. Sālī, Ammījān!
44. Hell, I revolt
64. I live with him
73. Under Open Sky
79. The Extent
More creative adult sex in Hindi/Urdu from Durgesh:
13. Eidul Fitr-1
18. Main térī dīvānī
21. Majājī Kħudā: 1
22. Majājī Kħudā: 2
23. Majājī Kħudā:3
24. Majājī Kħudā:4
25. Majājī Kħudā: 5
26. Majājī Kħudā: 6
Science Fictions from DSM Satyarthi:
18. Saamved: Mantr 1