The threesome

The threesome

Durgesh

I smelled incense as I shut the door behind me.

“I’m back! Any word from Fātimah yet?”

Muħammad’s wife, Kħadījah, appeared down the hall in a thin robe; her hair wet from the shower.

“She called not too long ago – she’ll be here in about an hour. What time do my parents need us to pick up ‘the small’ tomorrow?”

“Not until three.” I smiled at her. “Nervous?”

“No. Yes. Maybe. You know how much I’ve been crushing on her!” Kħadījah’s eyes closed slightly as she pictured their friend with her spiky punk hair on top of her slight frame.

Bold tattoos showed on her arms and legs, giving her a butch aspect that Kħadījah found incredibly attractive.

Fātimah usually wore over-large clothes that concealed her body – it was only occasionally that we had had glimpses of the form concealed beneath.

Kħadījah’s nipples crinkled slightly as she remembered seeing Fātimah in a thin t-shirt, her nipples dark and protruding under the fabric.

“I’m thinking that it’s mutual – remember what she told us about how red, red wine affects her?” I smiled as I sang the words to the reggae song, moving closer to Kħadījah and encircling her with my arms.

Kħadījah was not my wife.

She was Muħammad’s wife.

Yet, for all practical purposes, I was Muħammad’s wife’s, Kħadījah’s, practical husband now.

I could feel the heat of her small, tight Panjvaqtah Namāzī Sunni Musalmān body through the light silk.

My own Hindu body responded as I caressed her back and the top of Kħadījah’s gorgeous Saůūdī Årab Panjvaqtah Namāzī Sunni Musalmān ass as I held her close to me.

Kħadījah giggled.

“‘Can’t be held responsible for my actions’, is the quote I believe. We’ve got some, right?”

“Yep, plenty.” I brought a hand around, and teased the underside of one breast and a nipple through the slick material.

I felt it tighten before she pushed me away.

“Stop that Durgesh!” She laughed. “I have to finish getting dressed, and weren’t you going to take a shower? Otherwise we may still be naked when she gets here.”

“And that would be a bad thing how?”

“Git!”

I got.

As I shaved and showered, I thought about the last time that Kħadījah and I had gone dancing.

Kħadījah had really let loose that night, and I had never had as much fun dancing as I had then.

The small dance floor had been packed, and we worked our way up in front of the stage so that we could watch the band.

Kħadījah had her back to me, and ground her perfect tight Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān ass into my Hindu crotch; keeping me hard for her all night.

I found myself stiffening at the memory; I quickly finished washing my hair and shaved my balls as usual.

Forcing myself to shut off the hot water, I started drying myself off before wrapping the towel around my waist and stepping into the bedroom.

What met my eyes caused me to stop in my tracks and drop my jaw.

Kħadījah’s eyes met mine in the full length closet mirror she was standing in front of.

“You like, Durgesh, my Hindu lover?”

I didn’t answer as my eyes moved slowly up her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān body.

Her feet were encased in heels, giving her an extra two or three inches in height and lengthening her shapely legs.

Fishnet hose accented the shape of her legs, before disappearing under the mid-thigh length tight black skirt.

On top of it all was a leather corset, the white skin of her back showing erotically through the laced up gap.

“You might not make it out the door looking like that!” I moved in close behind Kħadījah, holding on to her hips as I pressed myself against her, nuzzling her neck as I devoured the sight of her in the mirror.

“Time for that later,” she laughed. “Help lace me up tighter so I can get some cleavage out of this.”

I tightened the laces as she arranged her ‘B cups’ to maximum effect.

Her breasts were pushed up by the tight leather, her nipples and areolas barely hidden.

“Eīshān,” I breathed.

My towel tented even more as I took in the erotic vision of Muħammad’s wife posed before me.

Kħadījah looked down, suddenly shy.

“Are you sure I look OK? You don’t mind being seen with me like this?”

“Are you kidding me? I love seeing you like this. I’m not your backward silly husband, Muħammad. I’m Durgesh, your best friend, your most intimate friend, more intimate than your silly husband too.”

“Muħammad doesn’t understand he should make me dress like this more often when we go out.” Kħadījah winked at me.

She smiled a bit, her submissive nature liking the thought of being told how to dress.

“Which reminds me, what do you have under here?” I walked forward, looking down into Kħadījah’s eyes as I leaned in for a kiss.

I caressed her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān ass with my hands, and then moved my hand down onto bare skin and up again, raising the back of her skirt and revealing a matching leather thong.

“Nice, but I have something else for you to wear tonight instead.” I moved to my dresser, and took a small piece of cloth out of the top drawer.

“Is that what I think it is?”

“If you remember our conversation from the last time we went out dancing, then yes.” I flipped a small switch on the inch and a half long piece of plastic, and tucked it back into its pocket. “All set. Put that on, and I’ll finish getting dressed myself.”

“I know we talked about this before, but tonight? With Fātimah?” Kħadījah looked hesitant, and a little worried.

“Yes tonight; and yes with Fātimah. Trust me.”

Kħadījah took the small piece of material, and I kissed her, tasting her lips with my tongue briefly before moving to get dressed myself.

For my part, dressing to go out was easy.

I didn’t bother with putting on a pair of boxers under my black jeans.

A casual button up shirt worn untucked and a pair of motorcycle boots completed my task.

I looked up at Kħadījah from my seat on the bed.

Kħadījah was stunning.

Her curly brunette hair framed her elfin face; accenting her cheekbones and brushing the tops of her bare shoulders.

The leather corset pushed her big breasts up and in, giving her a distracting amount of Sunni Musalmān cleavage.

As she moved, a hint of her flat belly showed between the corset and her skirt, the jewel in her pierced navel glinting enticingly.

The fishnets made every curve of her legs apparent, and drew the eyes up to her perfect Sunni Musalmān ass.

The thin material of her skirt was stretched tight, and announced to the world that she either had on the smallest of thongs or nothing at all.

Kħadījah was Eros incarnate, and my Uncut Hindu Cock instantly stiffened inside my pants as I gazed at Kħadījah.

“You are so beautiful.” I couldn’t resist taking Kħadījah into my Hindu arms and kissing her deeply, pressing myself up against her and pushing her against the wall.

I massaged her extremely beautiful Sunni Musalmān ass with one hand as I held her face with the other as we kissed.

Our tongues met and probed against each other, and Kħadījah moaned into my mouth as she straddled one of my legs, and pressed tight against me.

We were both breathing heavily when we came up for air a minute or so later, and I heard the clicking of shoes walking up the pathway to our front door.

“That’s Fātimah! You let her in, I’ve got to fix my makeup after that!”

I walked down the hall as the doorbell rang; trying to readjust myself in my pants so that the first thing Fātimah saw wasn’t my Uncut Hindu Cock waving at her.

I was glad I had made the effort, because it was a transformed Fātimah that I saw when I opened the door.

The typical everyday Fātimah outfit was a baggy t-shirt and comfortable jeans.

They gave her a slightly androgynous look that she normally clearly favored.

Tonight was something different altogether.

“Damn Fātimah, you look great! Come on in.” I frankly admired her as she came up for a quick hug, and my hands touched the bare skin of her back for the first time. “Kħadījah will be out in a second. You look like you’re ready for a night on the town.”

“Is it too much for you?” She looked down at herself critically.

This was a side of Fātimah I hadn’t seen before, and I liked it a lot.

Platform wedges were strapped to her feet, bringing her to my height.

Her legs were sheathed in tight black leather that showcased her compact Saůūdī Årab Panjvaqtah Namāzī Sunni Musalmān ass.

The sleeveless and strapless top was also black, made of a shear material that showed glimpses of her torso through the fabric.

An extra layer of material removed the shear factor from the material over her breasts, but their movement under the material and the hints of nipple showed that she wasn’t wearing a bra.

The tribal tattoos on her arms, shoulders, neck and ankles showed up clearly in contrast to her pale skin, giving her a don’t fuck with me look.

“You look amazing – I’m feeling under dressed next to you two.” Just then Kħadījah appeared from the hall, and I got to watch Fātimah’s eyes widen.

“You are under dressed compared to us. Kħadījah, you are fucking hot in that!”

I laughed – one of the things we liked about Fātimah was her bluntness.

Some folks had a hard time dealing with that, but we simply found it refreshing.

Pouring some juice as the Musalmān Beauties talked, I sat back as the conversation flowed.

We stuck to innocuous topics, and I refreshed their juice glasses and enjoyed watching them interact and become more comfortable with each other.

There was still an undercurrent of tension and nervousness though.

“So where are we going tonight?” Fātimah sipped at her second glass.

“There’s a roadhouse just over five minutes from here,” I said. “They’ve got a live band playing tonight that does a good mix of covers – it should be fun.”

Fātimah groaned and covered her face.

“I got kicked out of there a couple years ago. I’m not sure if they’ll let me in or not.”

I was laughing too hard to speak, and Kħadījah asked the obvious question.

“Why the hell did you get kicked out?”

“My girlfriend and I were making out on the dance floor, and they fucking tossed us! I don’t know if they’ll let me back in if they recognize me.” Fātimah still sounded pissed, and I didn’t blame her.

“Hell, I’ve seen people kissing on the dance floor before. I can’t believe that they threw you out for that!” Kħadījah was more than pissed, she looked furious.

Fātimah hesitated. “Well, it might have been a little more than just kissing.”

“A little more? How much more?” I asked.

“Um, we got a little touchy-feely I suppose.”

“Since when does that get you thrown out of a bar?”

“It might have had something to do with my sucking on her tit while we were dancing,” she blurted out.

For once Fātimah looked a little embarrassed.

“I couldn’t help myself, it just popped out!”

I cocked an eyebrow at her and looked skeptical.

I hoped my Hindu hard-on wasn’t as obvious as it felt, but I didn’t look down to check.

“OK, fine!” Kħadījah smiled, “ I might have helped it out a little bit. I was celebrating the Anniversary of my first fuck by Durgesh , and I might have had a little too much to drink.”

I just looked at her while Kħadījah laughed.

“Fuck you! OK, I had a lot to drink! But still!” Fātimah managed to look indignant, which sent Kħadījah and me into further convulsions of laughter.

“Well, I don’t think you’ll have any problems unless anything else ‘pops out’ and you can’t manage to contain yourself. The bar got new owners not too long ago, so I’m sure it will be fine.”

Fātimah looked a little relieved at that, and picked up her juice glass again.

“I hope so. That wasn’t so much fun.”

I looked at Kħadījah and winked.

“I don’t know, I’ve never been thrown out of a bar before. It might be fun to have a story like that.”

“Don’t you even think about it! I don’t plan on getting tossed out tonight. I’ve been looking forward to this too much.”

“Make sure you don’t go popping out then. I don’t know if I could contain myself, and we know that Fātimah can’t.”

I watched them catch each other’s eyes, and hold the gaze while the silence rippled out from my remark.

Fātimah didn’t say a word, just sipped her juice and held Kħadījah’s eyes.

Kħadījah was the first to look away, and finished the last of the juice in her glass.

“So when should we leave?”

I looked at my watch.

“Anytime. We should probably head out soon if we want to have a chance at grabbing some seats.”

They both jumped up, Fātimah finishing her glass as well.

“Just let me go grab my keys and wallet, and we can get out of here. Give me just a sec.” I went down the hallway to our bedroom to get my stuff, giving the room the once over.

Clean sheets on the California King bed, candles and incense ready to be lit, music set up on the stereo, lube accessible on the headboard – everything looked good.

As I came back down the hall I found the  Sunni Musalmān Beauties waiting at the door, heads together and talking quietly.

“You two ready?”

They looked up at me and grinned.

Kħadījah nodded at me.

“Are we ever!”

“Let’s do it then.”

I locked up the house behind them, following the two Musalmān Beauties down the walkway.

The porch light accented both the white of Muħammad’s wife’s exposed back, and the tight roundness of Fātimah’s leather encased Sunni Musalmān ass.

I grinned to myself; no matter what happened, this was sure to be a night to remember.

“There’s no sense in having someone stuck alone in the back seat. You two sit back there and I’ll drive you both for the evening.” I smiled.

Kħadījah looked back at me, her eyebrow raised.

I grinned at her.

“We can’t have Fātimah getting lonely back there in the back seat all by herself.”

I opened the back door of the car, and helped Fātimah in.

The neckline of her blouse fell open as she got in, and I caught a glimpse of the curve of her unfettered Panjvaqtah Namāzī Sunni Musalmān breasts.

I handed Kħadījah in next, watching her short skirt hike up, exposing the top of her thigh high fishnets.

Her big breasts, forced up and in by the corset, looked ready to explode out the top, and I saw Fātimah lick her lips as Kħadījah got in next to her.

I walked around the back of the car, adjusting myself yet again in my jeans.

Maybe I should have worn underwear – my near constant Hindu hard on would be a lot less obvious.

I shrugged, not really caring, and got in.

I took the long way, and drove slowly to give Kħadījah and Fātimah a chance to get comfortable.

By the time we pulled in to the parking lot and found a spot, the laughter and giggling from the back seat was near constant.

This time I opened the door on Fātimah’s side and extended a hand to help her out.

She in turn extended her hand to Kħadījah, who scooted over to climb out.

As she did so, Kħadījah’s skirt rode up on her legs, exposing the top of her thigh highs and the pale skin above them on the leg nearest us.

I groaned in obvious appreciation, and Fātimah nodded in agreement as she finished pulling Kħadījah to her feet.

They stood there, face to face, not saying anything as I closed and locked the car.

“Are you two coming?” My words seemed to break the spell they were under, and Kħadījah grabbed and squeezed my Uncut Hindu Cock  in retaliation for the inadvertent implied pun as we turned to head in.

Fātimah fell into step next to Kħadījah as I paid the small cover charge, and I held the door open for the Sunni Musalmān ladies.

The band was just finishing setting up, but it was already pretty crowded; and it was obvious that we’d have to get lucky at some point if we wanted to sit down.

I made my way through the crowd and found a spot of wall to lean against on one side of the dance floor, about ten feet from the stage.

There was even a niche in the wall where we could put our juices, once we had them.

It felt exposed, being as it was right on the dance floor; but I knew that would change as soon as people started dancing seriously.

“If you two will hold this spot, I’ll go get us some juices,” I said.

“I’ll stick with juice,” Fātimah said. “Something like you were serving at the house would be good.”

I grinned to myself with the thought of how red juice affected Fātimah.

“I think I’ll stick with juice myself,” chimed in Kħadījah. “They knocked me on my ass last time.”

“And such a nice ass it is, too. I’ll be back in a minute.” I fought my way through the growing crowd, and eventually managed to get our three drink orders placed.

I was planning on leaving my juice behind and collecting it on a second trip, but a very cute blonde waitress bursting out of a distractingly low cut top noticed my lack of hands and offered to bring it over for me.

“Here you go,” I announced as I handed them their glasses.

Fātimah saw the buxom Sunni Musalmān blonde coming up behind me.

“What, two hot Sunni Musalmān chicks aren’t enough for you, Hindu fucker? You’ve got to collect more of ’em?”

I laughed.

“Maybe I need some variety. I’m overstocked on Sunni Musalmān brunettes at the moment.”

I thanked the Sunni Musalmān blonde waitress for her help, and tipped her.

“Do you think you could come by here every once in a while? I have a feeling getting to the bar and back is going to be getting harder.”

“Sure thing!” she chirped, and started making her rounds just as the band started up their first song.

As close to the stage as we were, the volume made talking difficult, so we relaxed against the wall, sipping our juices and people watching.

I had ended up on one end, with Fātimah bookending Kħadījah between us.

I slipped my left arm around Kħadījah’s waist, pressing our hips together.

We watched the crowd, something we often did when we were out in public.

It was fun to ‘girl watch’ with her, and although our taste in Musalmān Beauties wasn’t identical, we often found the same Musalmān Beauties attractive.

Fātimah was definitely one of those Musalmān Beauties, and I glanced over at her.

She was swaying back and forth to the music, people watching herself.

Some trick of the stage lights made her blouse more transparent then it had been at the house.

I could clearly see her Sunni Musalmān torso now through the gauzy fabric, and although details remained hidden, the outline of her breasts swaying back and forth with her movements was clear.

I wanted to make sure that Muħammad’s wife had the same view that I did; so I turned my side to the wall, pulling Kħadījah around and spooning her into me, locking my hands low on her stomach so she was facing the same way I was, towards Fātimah.

I felt Kħadījah’s breath catch as she saw what I had noticed, and I felt her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Sunni Musalmān ass grind back into my Hindu crotch, fueling my Hindu stiffness.

The dance floor was starting to fill up now that the band had hit its’ stride, and soon we had dancers around us.

“Feel like dancing yet?” I asked Kħadījah above the noise.

“You know it!”

I let go of her and took a half step back in order to give her some room as we started dancing.

Kħadījah didn’t turn to face me, but kept her eyes on Fātimah who put her drink down in the niche, and started dancing as well.

The three of us danced in place next to the wall, Kħadījah and I facing Fātimah with our backs to the band, with Kħadījah’s extremely beautiful  Panjvaqtah Namāzī Sunni Musalmān ass occasionally grinding into my Hindu crotch.

I was already hard from watching Fātimah’s breasts pressing against her top as she raised her hands over her head.

Her hips moved sensuously from side to side, following the mid-tempo back beat.

Her nipples were obvious, dark and hard, stiff from the friction caused by dancing.

I pressed up close behind Kħadījah, holding her hips as she gyrated against me.

Looking at the side of her face, I could see her eyes locked on Fātimah’s form as she danced in front of us.

I looked back to Fātimah, who was no longer watching the band as she danced.

Instead, her eyes were raking Kħadījah’s body, obviously stopping to linger at the Sunni Musalmān cleavage caused by the restrictive leather.

I smiled at Fātimah as she looked at me, knowing that she had been caught, and she shrugged as if to say ‘how could I help myself?’

The band transitioned from 80’s rock into a cover of a recent hip-hop song that I really didn’t like very much, and Kħadījah and I took the opportunity to catch our breaths.

I leaned into Kħadījah, towards Fātimah, raising my voice against the heavy bass beat.

“Having a good time so far? Need some more juice?”

“Yes and yes!”

I looked at Kħadījah and she nodded as well.

I hadn’t seen our blonde waitress in a while, no surprise due to the packed dance floor, so I headed off towards the bar.

Just as I cleared the dance area, I felt a touch on my elbow.

Looking around I saw the Sunni Musalmān waitress that had helped me earlier.

“Perfect, thanks…” I leaned closer to read her nametag in the dim lighting. “Thanks Zāhidah! Could we get another?”

“You got it” Zāhidah nodded to me, and continued taking some additional orders.

I turned to head back to our spot.

Just as I was about to cut through the edge of the dance area, I caught a glimpse of Kħadījah and Fātimah.

They had started dancing again, and had moved closer to each other then they had been before.

Smiling to myself, I moved a little closer until I had an intermittent view of them through the crowd from about fifteen feet away, in a clear space next to a chest high table filled with half consumed juices.

I reached into my pocket and found the small fob I had attached to my keys earlier in the evening.

My thumb traced the four buttons on the small device until I found the one I wanted.

Then I settled back to watch, my thumb positioned and waiting in my pocket.

Soon enough I saw Kħadījah turn towards the band, which put her back to Fātimah.

From where I stood I could see Kħadījah’s face, her eyes half closed as she enjoyed the music.

As Fātimah danced close up behind Kħadījah, it appeared that Fātimah put her hand on Kħadījah’s hip.

With that, I pushed the button in my pocket.

Kħadījah’s eyes flew open wide and her head jerked back; enough to let me know that the tiny vibrator in the pocket of her thong had started buzzing at its lowest setting right over her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān clit.

I could see her eyes darting frantically around the room as she regained her rhythm, struggling a little over the distraction of the small device.

I took my hand from my pocket, and started towards them again; watching Kħadījah relax once the vibrator had stopped.

Fātimah continued dancing behind her, oblivious.

When I got there, Kħadījah gave me a look, but didn’t want to say anything over the music for fear of being overheard.

“What happened to the juices?” Fātimah called out, still dancing close to Kħadījah.

“They’re on the way. Zāhidah is bringing them over.”

Fātimah laughed.

“Damn, Allah, he’s gone for five minutes and he’s got the waitresses name. Better watch this one close Kħadījah; he’s got a wandering eye and he’s infamous as Muslimātramañ.”

Kħadījah grinned back at her.

“He can wander all he wants, as long as he takes me along with him. No flying solo!”

Fātimah looked at me.

“You’re a lucky Hindu guy, you know that?”

“I tell myself that every single day. Hey, here come the juices.”

Zāhidah made her way along the edge of the dance floor, dodging the flailing limbs with apparent ease.

I traded places with Zāhidah as she arrived with her tray of juices, in order to shield her from the dancers as she distributed the juices.

She glanced over her shoulder at me gratefully. “Thanks! I’ll come by later and see if y’all need a refill.”

I thanked her as I paid for the juices and tipped her, and then watched Kħadījah watch her as she dodged back through the crowd.

“Do you think Zāhidah’s on the menu?” I asked.

“I’ve got other things on my mind tonight.”

I grinned and looked past her to Fātimah.

“Ready for more dancing?”

They both smiled in answer to my question, and started dancing with each other.

I reached over to snag a glass of water; I wanted to keep a clear head tonight, and getting sloppy drunk definitely wasn’t on the agenda.

I moved in close behind Kħadījah.

The dance floor was really packed now, and the concept of personal space was vanishing rapidly.

The press of people moved Fātimah in close to Kħadījah as well, and they looked into each other’s eyes as we ‘danced’.

Dancing for style at this point was impossible – this was just dancing for the pure joy of motion.

As the press continued, I kept my body in between the main mass of dancers and my two extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Sunni Musalmān companions.

Kħadījah and Fātimah continued dancing together; taking turns behind each other as they danced, their hands grazing each other’s bodies.

I was dancing as well, facing them both as they moved, oblivious to the rest of the room.

Kħadījah turned once again, facing away from Fātimah, who grabbed Kħadījah’s hips and leaned closer, smiling as she danced.

Kħadījah bent slightly, sticking out her ass for Fātimah to press her tight leather pants into.

As Fātimah did just that, I hit the fourth button on the remote, the one that was offset from the others.

As the vibrator’s highest setting kicked in, Kħadījah instinctively moved her hips away from the sudden vibration, which had the effect of her ass grinding into Fātimah’s crotch.

I moved in front of Kħadījah so that she was sandwiched between Fātimah and myself, still keeping the vibrator on the highest setting.

Kħadījah threw her arms around me, and suddenly I was looking directly into Fātimah’s eyes as Kħadījah writhed between us, grinding into my leg in search of yet more stimulation from the tiny vibrator.

Kħadījah threw her head back on Fātimah’s shoulder, biting her lip as her eyes rolled back in their sockets.

I relented a few seconds later as the song ended, and Kħadījah sagged into my arms as Fātimah looked at me, puzzled.

“What the hell was that?” she asked, as I reached for a glass of water to hand to Kħadījah.

“You see the effect I have on Musalmān Beauties.” I said with a straight face. “It’s really quite a burden.”

“Shut up!” Fātimah looked over at Kħadījah. “You OK? I thought you were going to fall down for a minute.”

“I’m fine. Really.” It was hard to tell with the stage lights, but it looked like Kħadījah was blushing.

Fātimah looked unconvinced and I smiled while I stuck my hand in my pocket.

Kħadījah’s eyes got wide, and she started to shake her head as I pushed the lowest level button again.

“Kħadījah!” I grinned at her, and then gave her a taste of the second to highest setting. “Oh!”

Fātimah was looking completely baffled at this point, and kept looking between my smirk and Kħadījah.

“OK, who do I have to beat to a pulp in order to know what the hell is going on here?”

“With a threat like that, I guess I don’t have a choice, do I?” I slowly brought my hand out of my pocket as Kħadījah’s eyes turned into saucers.

To her credit, she didn’t say anything as I took out my keys and unhooked the matchbook sized remote.

Without saying a word I handed it to Fātimah.

“Come on, let’s dance.” I pulled Kħadījah around so that my back was to Fātimah and started dancing.

I was watching Kħadījah’s face closely, and had positioned her so that Fātimah could see her face as well.

It didn’t take long until I could tell that Fātimah was pressing buttons on the remote – Kħadījah’s usually impeccable rhythm was off, she was biting her lower lip, and her eyes kept alternating between wide open and halfway closed.

I maneuvered around until I was behind Kħadījah again, and holding her hips directed her back in front of Fātimah where we continued to dance.

Fātimah started dancing as well, the tiny remote unnoticeable in her hand, her eyes locked on Kħadījah’s face.

She moved closer to us, until Kħadījah was alternately rubbing up against either my Hindu crotch, or against Fātimah.

Their faces scant inches apart, Kħadījah’s was now flushed noticeably as Fātimah and I sandwiched Muħammad’s wife between us.

Fātimah seemed to have determined which button was the highest setting, and was seemingly intent on making Kħadījah pass out.

Luckily for Kħadījah the song ended, and we eased her back against the wall to let her recover.

“Whatever this is, I want one!” said Fātimah, pushing the ‘high’ button for emphasis, causing Kħadījah to gasp again and grab my arm.

I was saved from having to answer by Zāhidah coming by to see if we wanted any juices.

“I’ll take another juice,” said Fātimah, with an evil look on her face. “How about you, Kħadījah?” She turned to look at her as she asked the question, and I noticed that one of Fātimah’s hands was out of sight behind her back.

I looked over at Kħadījah, who had a slightly glazed look on her face.

“Earth to Kħadījah. Want anything else to drink?”

She stared at me blankly, her fists clenching at her side, before suddenly blurting out,

“Water! Please!”

And biting her lip again she leaned back against the wall and looked towards the floor.

“And I’ll have another juice, along with some more waters, please. Thanks Zāhidah.”

“No problem, I’ll be back in a few minutes.” With a final inquisitive glance at Kħadījah, still leaning against the wall, she headed towards the bar.

I leaned in close to Kħadījah and kissed her.

Her tongue stabbed into my mouth before she broke away gasping and leaning into my body.

“She won’t turn it off!” she panted.

“Don’t look at me,” I laughed. “You’ll have to talk to Fātimah about that.”

I glanced at Fātimah standing just a foot away.

She had an evil smile on her face and didn’t look away from Kħadījah.

Kħadījah looked at Fātimah imploringly.

“Please, I can’t take much more!” She sighed in relief, and then moaned as the vibrator evidently started up again.

Fātimah licked her lips, her tongue stud briefly passing outside her lips; then asked,

“You can’t take it because it’s good, or because it’s bad?”

Kħadījah squirmed.

“It’s good, but it’s not good enough! Please, turn it off!”

“What will you do if I do?”

“Anything, just turn it off!” Kħadījah pleaded.

A sheen of sweat glistened on her forehead.

“Kiss me.”

Kħadījah didn’t hesitate as she practically threw herself onto the extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān woman.

I moved to block the view from the main part of the bar.

The people on the dance floor didn’t notice or didn’t care.

I could see their tongues tasting each other, exploring back and forth.

Kħadījah’s hands clenched at her sides, conflicted between the passion she felt for the other woman and the embarrassment at her public display.

I solved her dilemma by moving behind her and pinning her wrists at her side.

She moaned and sagged against Fātimah, giving in fully to the sensations.

Their kiss deepened as one of Fātimah’s arms snaked around Kħadījah’s back, resting on her extremely beautiful firm Sunni Musalmān ass beneath the short skirt.

I could see Fātimah pulling Kħadījah more firmly to her, her hand reaching down and cupping her ass, pulling her up into their kiss.

Kħadījah’s arms were almost vibrating with tension and unresolved need as I held them firmly by her wrists.

Fātimah’s pulling Kħadījah toward her had arched Kħadījah’s chest out while her arms were stretched back.

Not by an uncomfortable amount, but enough that her nipples were straining to burst from their confinement.

Kħadījah was squirming constantly at this point, panting into Fātimah’s mouth as their tongues continued to caress each other.

I saw Zāhidah heading towards us with our juices, so I leaned in close enough that they could both hear me.

“Here comes our waitress.”

As Fātimah finally relented, Kħadījah collapsed back into my strong Hindu arms; sweaty and trembling, still reeling from the sensations that Fātimah had given her.

I smiled over Kħadījah’s shoulder at Fātimah, who was nonchalantly collecting our empty glasses in preparation for Zāhidah’s arrival.

“Am I about to get thrown out again?” Fātimah asked.

“Nah. They wouldn’t be bringing us our juices if they were going to do that.”

She laughed.

“Good point.”

As Zāhidah arrived with the juices, I fished for my wallet with one hand.

I looked down at Kħadījah, still leaning back on me.

“You look like you need a drink.”

“I’d like a drink,” she replied, and glanced over at Fātimah while continuing in a lower voice just for me. “What I need is something else again.”

I grinned at her, and helped her to regain her balance and stand on her own once more before paying Zāhidah; and chatted with her briefly about tonight’s crowd, and which nights and bands were most popular.

Turning back to rejoin my two beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān companions, I saw that they were leaning against our wall, heads together in order to talk over the sound of the band.

But it was obvious that a Rubicon of some sort had been crossed.

The tension that I had observed in both of them earlier was gone.

They both seemed more relaxed, and casually touched each other’s arms for emphasis while they talked, occasionally holding hands as their conversation flowed.

It seemed like a good time for a restroom break, and I headed that direction.

After I had finished my business and was walking back, I noticed a group of people in the corner booth looked as if they were preparing to leave.

They readily agreed to hold the table for me while I collected my friends.

Kħadījah and Fātimah were still locked in deep conversation when I got back, but looked up as I touched their shoulders and leaned in to talk.

“I managed to snag a table at the far end. Want to take a load off your feet?”

They grabbed their juices as one, and motioned for me to lead the way.

After effusive thanks to the outgoing party, we all collapsed in relief on the curved and padded bench seat.

We naturally fell into the same seating arrangement – Fātimah and myself on either side of Kħadījah.

Both of them immediately took off their shoes, sighing in relief.

“What I wouldn’t give for a good foot rub right now.” Fātimah Announced. “I haven’t worn those damn things in over a year. Now I remember why!” It felt strange to be having a conversation without practically shouting.

“So what would you give for a foot massage,” Kħadījah asked Fātimah, “if I were able to provide you one on the spot?” I knew where she was going with this, and kept my mouth shut.

“A good one? ‘Cause I’ve had people try to give me a foot massage before, and if they don’t know what they’re doing it just ends up either tickling me or hurting. And that makes me kick ’em. Things usually go downhill from there.”

“Well duh! What’s the point of a bad massage? So tell, what is it you’d give for a foot massage right now?”

“Um, first born child?” Fātimah asked hopefully.

Kħadījah shook her head.

“Nope, already have one of them.”

“Undying love?”

“I’ve already got one of those, and besides, it’s too hard to cash. Next?”

“An excellent kiss?”

Kħadījah cocked her head to the side as she pretended to consider the offer.

“I guess I could do with that. As long as it was truly excellent of course.”

Fātimah’s smile had a predatory aspect to it.

“Oh, I fucking invented excellent. So what about my foot massage?”

Kħadījah patted my lap.

“Swing ’em up over me. Durgesh, you’re up.”

Fātimah looked at me skeptically, and I shrugged.

“I had massage training over 20 years ago, but I still keep in practice. Go ahead and swing your legs over Kħadījah.”

The curved shape of the corner booth allowed Fātimah to lean back while her knees arched over Kħadījah’s lap.

Her left hand fell naturally onto Fātimah’s right thigh, warm and taut underneath the tight leather pants.

I moved farther away from Kħadījah, scooting to my right so that the curve of the booth gave me some back support as well; and hooked my left leg up onto the seat so that I could face more squarely towards Fātimah and her feet.

As I took her right foot in my hands, the other came to rest on my right thigh, tantalizingly close to my great Hindu erection trapped in my jeans.

Using the heel of one hand, I started a slow, smooth, deep press from the ball of her foot to the heel and then back again; repeating the motion, making sure that the entire area was covered with increasingly deeper pressure.

Luckily the bottoms of her feet were smooth; on rough, dry feet, only copious amounts of massage oil could make a foot massage feel anything other than irritating.

As I moved more over her insole, her other foot pressed against me as she moaned, her eyes half closing as the muscles started to relax.

Kħadījah leaned over to me, putting her weight on Fātimah’s legs as she put her head next to mine.

“I love you.”

“I love you too.” I tilted my head to kiss her, our tongues tracing the outlines of each other’s lips while I continued my efforts on Fātimah’s foot.

Suddenly Kħadījah jerked, her tongue stabbing into my mouth as she gasped.

Kħadījah sat back up, her hand tightening on my thigh as Fātimah activated the vibrator once again.

Looking past Kħadījah, I caught Fātimah’s eyes.

“Thought that would get her attention,” she said, grinning. “I think I owe someone ‘an excellent kiss’ for the job you’re doing on my feet.”

“Somehow, it doesn’t seem quite right that she’s getting rewarded for my massage.”

Kħadījah’s breathing was getting deeper as we talked past her.

I could see her hand clenching on Fātimah’s thigh as the vibrator continued teasing her.

Fātimah’s free foot, the one resting in my lap, moved slowly.

It came to rest on my hard Uncut Hindu Cock, still trapped by the right leg of my jeans.

She pressed against it firmly, saying,

“Oh, I somehow think you’ll be getting a big reward tonight. In the meantime, there’s still that kiss…”

She leaned into Kħadījah slowly, not taking her eyes off of Kħadījah’s face.

Kħadījah relaxed into the kiss with a moan, the alcohol and stimulation against her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān clit fueling her desires and lowering her inhibitions.

Fātimah’s tongue and lips were soft against hers, yet insistent and demanding at the same time.

Fātimah’s right hand, the one without the remote, slid into my view, tracing patterns on the fishnet hose of Kħadījah’s leg.

I heard Kħadījah moan into Fātimah’s mouth, even over the noise of the crowded bar.

Kħadījah’s hips began rocking, rising up in order to make better contact with the leather clad legs stretched over her.

I watched Fātimah’s hand, concealed under the table, as it moved further up Muħammad’s wife’s leg, her fingertips sliding under the black skirt.

I switched my foot massage efforts to Fātimah’s other foot.

She left the foot I had just worked on planted in my crotch.

I wondered if she realized that it was pressed firmly up against my Hindu erection trapped in leg of my jeans; hoping that she did, as her heel was perilously close to my balls.

The hand had now disappeared completely under Kħadījah’s skirt, and the rocking of Kħadījah’s hips was more urgent.

Kħadījah moaned again, and broke the kiss.

“Home, now. Please!” She looked into Fātimah’s eyes, both of their faces flushed with desire.

I looked at Fātimah and raised an eyebrow in inquiry.

She grinned,

“Hell yes!”

The spiky haired Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān beauty brought her hand up from under Kħadījah’s skirt, and ran the fingers underneath her nose while inhaling.

Looking Kħadījah in the eyes, she brought her fingers up slowly to her own lips and licked them, tasting Muħammad’s wife on her fingers.

The sight caused my Hindu erection to throb painfully, and under cover of the table I adjusted myself so that I was pointing upwards as opposed to down my pants leg.

That taken care of, I finished off the remnants of my drink and slid out of the booth; holding my hand out to assist Kħadījah.

As I helped Fātimah out of the booth, she passed me back the remote to the vibrator still tucked into the front of Kħadījah’s thong.

The two beautiful Musalmān Beauties finished off their juices as well, and we quickly wove our way out of the tightly packed roadhouse.

I waved to our blonde waitress on the way out, and I could have sworn that she winked back at me.

That could be fun some day, but tonight it was only of passing interest.

Fātimah climbed into the back seat, and I assisted Kħadījah down next to her.

By the time I had moved around to climb in myself, Fātimah had practically pinned Kħadījah to the seat and there was some serious kissing going on.

As I pulled carefully out onto the road, I could hear Kħadījah gasping and moaning behind me, along with an occasional delighted chuckle from Fātimah as she caused Muħammad’s wife to writhe beneath her.

As we paused at the last stoplight before we reached home, I looked back.

Kħadījah’s head was thrown back in evident ecstasy, as Fātimah had her lips locked onto a nipple that had managed to escape Kħadījah’s leather corset.

Fātimah stroked me through my jeans as I watched my lover’s face contort with pleasure.

The light changed, and as I turned onto the sparsely traveled back road, I thumbed the lowest setting on the remote.

Kħadījah gasped, then let out a low wail at the vibrations now teasing her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān clit, Fātimah still suckling on Kħadījah’s sensitive nipple, and sucking as much of her breast into her mouth as she could manage.

When we still had two minutes drive left, I nudged the remote up a notch, smiling to myself as Kħadījah got louder.

I pushed it up to the second highest level when I judged there was about a minute left before we reached home; and up to the highest setting of all when we were about 30 seconds from pulling into the driveway.

With each increase, the frantic noises that Kħadījah was making got louder, and she groaned with frustration when I turned both the vibrator and the car off.

I got out quickly, opening the door closest to Muħammad’s wife, and reached in a hand to help her out.

Both of her nipples were showing above the corset, and they stood out, swollen and glistening from Fātimah’s attentions.

I pressed Kħadījah into the side of the car, letting Fātimah help herself out, and kissed Muħammad’s wife deeply as I first gently tweaked her nipples, then pinched them harder as she ground herself into my Uncut Hindu Cock.

As Fātimah finished climbing out and closed the car door, I forced myself to step back.

“Shall we?” I led the way up the sidewalk of our house, the two beautiful Musalmān Beauties following behind me holding hands, Kħadījah’s nipples still hard and peaking over the top of the corset.

I unlocked the door and let the ladies enter before closing it behind us.

Kħadījah led the way towards our bedroom, still tightly clasping Fātimah’s hand.

As they fell onto the bed together, I continued on through to the attached bathroom, and lit a candle and some incense to take into the darkened bedroom.

Taking my time, I removed my boots and the rest of my clothing, and pulling a light silk robe on in their place, I turned out the bathroom light and moved back into the bedroom.

I placed the candle and turned on the stereo, the sounds of Enigma filling the room as my eyes took in the erotic sight on our bed.

Kħadījah lay stretched out on her back, her hands above her head, as Fātimah continued her attention to Kħadījah’s breasts.

Her corset had been loosened, and her breasts were now fully exposed, her sensitive nipples standing tall, glistening with wetness in the flickering light.

Fātimah had removed her shoes, but was otherwise still fully clothed.

I reached for the fob that I had transferred from my jeans pocket, and turned the vibrator in Kħadījah’s thong on low once again.

Her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān body jerked, and she gasped, but otherwise didn’t move.

Lying down next to her, I placed my lips on the nipple that didn’t already have a pair of lips latched on, and started lashing it with my tongue as I nudged the vibrator higher.

Kħadījah’s hips bucked, and Fātimah took the opportunity to slide off Kħadījah’s skirt that someone had evidently unfastened earlier.

The corset was next, and Fātimah and I soon had Kħadījah naked, except for her vibrating thong which had her panting constantly by this point.

I looked over at the fully dressed Fātimah, and then down at Muħammad’s naked wife, still stretched out on display, holding her hands over her head, her eyes closed.

Her breathing was deep, her breasts flushed and her nipples stiff; her hips grinding at the air as she whimpered softly.

“You realize that she’s very submissive.”

“I’m getting that idea.”

“In fact, I’ll bet what she really wants is this.” Moving to the head of the bed, Fātimah reached between the mattress and the headboard, and withdrew a pair of Velcro cuffs, already attached beneath the bed, but with a foot or so of slack.

Fātimah quickly attached them to Kħadījah’s wrists, and she moaned louder.

“Now you can do whatever you want to her, unless she says ‘Red’. That’s her safeword – not that she’s ever used it.”

I looked down lovingly at Muħammad’s extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān wife, caressing her breasts softly and lingeringly, before giving one nipple a sharp tweak that made her gasp.

“Someone looks overdressed.” I pushed the vibrator to its’ highest setting, and set back. “That will keep Kħadījah occupied.” I smiled at Fātimah over Kħadījah’s twitching body, exposed to our eyes except for the panties keeping the vibrator firmly against her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān clit.

Kħadījah’s hips rocked in a vain attempt at more stimulation, but she opened her eyes while biting her lip, gazing with lust at Fātimah.

Looking back into her eyes, Fātimah grasped the bottom of her blouse with both hands, and pulled it up over her head in one smooth motion, her small, firm breasts exposed to our view for the first time, her nipples tight and extended.

Fātimah stood and unfastened her leather pants as I took Kħadījah’s nearest nipple in my mouth, teasing it with my tongue and nipping gently with my teeth as Fātimah wiggled out of the skin tight garment.

I watched Fātimah strip while continuing my attentions on Kħadījah’s hard protruding nipple and breast, sucking as much of it into my mouth as I could, enjoying the sounds of her moaning in response.

The now naked Fātimah crawled up on to the bed between Kħadījah’s legs.

“Your turn, Durgesh.” she breathed, as she started slowly peeling Muħammad’s wife’s panties slowly down her legs.

I turned off the remote vibe, and tossed the controller to the side before removing my own robe and joining the two naked Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān female bodies on the bed.

Fātimah lowered her head slowly, inspecting Kħadījah’s shaved mound before extending her tongue and licking slowly up her wet slit and spreading Kħadījah’s legs wider for easy access.

Fātimah proceeded to lick and suck her way all around Kħadījah’s pussy before extending first one, then two fingers deep into her wetness, fucking her slowly with them.

Kħadījah’s hands clenched within the cuffs, gripping the sheets tightly as Fātimah licked at the juices flowing from Muħammad’s wife.

As Fātimah continued to explore Kħadījah’s pussy with her mouth and fingers, I alternately worshipped and tormented her breasts with my mouth and fingers, loving the cries of ecstasy that we were bringing with our attentions.

“Sit on her face,” Fātimah suggested to me. “She’s wanted to taste you forever.”

I smiled, looking up from Kħadījah’s wet cunt, the juices smeared over her face shining in the candlelight.

She licked her way up Kħadījah’s body, taking her time, her tongue exploring as she slid herself upwards.

Catching each other’s eyes, we each sucked in a nipple simultaneously.

“Ohhhhhh!” Kħadījah wailed, her voice climbing as Fātimah pressed her knee against Kħadījah’s slit, while we tongued and bit at her nipples.

I moved aside as Fātimah crawled further up, straddling Kħadījah’s head.

The sound abruptly cut off as Fātimah lowered her neatly trimmed pussy over Kħadījah’s mouth, and slowly started to grind herself against Muħammad’s wife’s face.

“That’s it, lick my cunt; suck on my Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān clit just like that.” Fātimah grasped the headboard as she rocked her hips, her back to me.

I moved between Kħadījah’s legs, taking up the position that Fātimah had recently occupied, hooking my right arm under and around her leg so that my fingers rested on the hood of Kħadījah’s Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān clit while I slowly penised her labia, still wet from Fātimah’s earlier attentions.

I heard her groan, the sound muffled by Fātimah’s pussy.

Fātimah started making noise for the first time, huffing as she continued to writhe on Kħadījah’s face.

“Oh, ohh, ahh…” As I looked up from between Kħadījah’s legs, I could see her frantically tonguing the pussy above her, raising her head in order to maintain contact as Fātimah rocked her hips urgently.

Spreading Kħadījah’s legs wider, I started taking broad, soft strokes with my Uncut Hindu Cock  up and down as far as I could reach; teasing her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān clit, then slowly moving down to her wrinkled star.

She groaned louder as my Uncut Hindu Cock  reached its’ nadir, and her hips tilted in unspoken request.

I lightly rimmed her asshole with my vibrating intensely hard Uncut Hindu Cock, making her gasp, and then started penising upwards again as I gently began teasing her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān clit with my Uncut Hindu Cock.

Kħadījah’s moaning grew louder, and I glanced up to see Fātimah moving aside just long enough to turn herself around before lowering her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Pussy once more to Kħadījah’s wetness smeared face.

Now facing me, she reached down to caress and pinch Kħadījah’s stiff nipples, each protruding a good half inch.

Assaulted now on every front, Kħadījah’s restrained body writhed and bucked beneath us, her wailing moans of pleasure still muffled by her friend’s wet Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Pussy.

Wetting my Uncut Hindu Cock, I teased at her sensitive asshole, her legs spreading for me, inviting more.

I looked up as Fātimah began lowering her torso, supporting herself with her hands as her face neared Muħammad’s wife’s Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Pussy.

Backing up to give her room, I kept my Uncut Hindu Cock between Kħadījah’s legs in order to enjoy this end of the sixty-nine up close.

Fātimah’s eyes locked on mine as her tongue extended towards my Uncut Hindu Cock, then danced around and over the hardest Uncut Hindu shaft.

Her lower lips were now fully open, exposing her pink wetness to my eyes and to Fātimah’s tongue. Slowly, I inserted my Uncut Hindu Cock deepest into her folds, crooking it up to find her g-spot and apply a steady, stroking pressure.

“Ohhhhhh!” Kħadījah’s wailing was increasing in pitch, and I backed off, teasing her, not wanting her to cum yet; knowing that she would be too sensitive to continue after her orgasm.

Tilting my waist to the side, and inching forward, I kicked slowly up Kħadījah’s Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Pussy until Fātimah’s tongue and mine met, dueling over Kħadījah’s extended Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān clit, causing us all to groan simultaneously.

We kissed for the first time, while Muħammad’s wife continued to writhe underneath Fātimah.

Rising to my knees, I shuffled forward, my Hindu erection bobbing before me.

Fātimah rose up on her knees again as well to face me, giving me room as I spread Kħadījah’s lower lips with my Uncut Hindu Cock, rubbing my swollen and leaking Uncut Hindu Cockhead against her wet Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān folds.

Kħadījah’s back arched off of the mattress, seeking more, even as Fātimah continued to grind herself into Muħammad’s wife’s mouth and chin, and the head of my Uncut Hindu Cock slid into her scalding wetness.

I held myself there, savoring the feel of her shaved, tight Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Pussy gripping the tip of my Hindu hardness.

Slowly, I started rocking my hips, driving my Uncut Hindu Cock ever so slowly and incrementally into Kħadījah’s tight, wet Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān sheath, increasing my Hindu penetration as slowly as possible in order for her to adjust to my great size.

In, and then completely out, her lips dragging against my Uncut Hindu Cock as I fucked Kħadījah in slow motion.

Fātimah’s eyes were locked on the spectacle of our joining, her hand reaching out to gather wetness from Kħadījah’s folds before once again teasing Muħammad’s wife’s Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān clit with her fingers.

Those same fingers brushed the top of my Hindu erection as I slowly pumped in and out of Kħadījah, her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Pussy now taking my entire Hindu length.

My hips thrust involuntarily at the touch of her fingers, and Kħadījah moaned in response.

The next time I withdrew from Kħadījah, I backed off, moving from my knees to a seated position with my legs extended in front of me.

Sliding my legs under Kħadījah’s, I moved forward once more.

“Here, let me.” My hands were behind me, propping up my torso, so Fātimah took my Uncut Hindu Cock in hand and lowered it once again to Kħadījah’s Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Slit.

The touch of a hand other than Muħammad’s wife’s on my Uncut Hindu Cock for the first time was electric.

She slowly pumped my Hindu length as she rubbed the head against Kħadījah’s wet Sunni Musalmān folds, and then against her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān clit.

As Fātimah once again lowered it to Kħadījah’s Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Slit, I pushed forward, impaling her on my hardness as Fātimah lowered her head to attack Kħadījah’s Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān clit once more with her tongue.

“Fuck. Yes. There! Suck my Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān clit! Do it!”

Fātimah’s eyes rolled back in her head as she fucked Kħadījah’s face harder and faster than before.

Kħadījah’s hips were rolling, fucking me at the same time as I leaned up, taking one of Fātimah’s erect nipples into my mouth and sucking hard.

With a yell, Fātimah exploded on Kħadījah’s face.

I stayed motionless deep inside Kħadījah as Fātimah ground through her orgasm, my lips still latched on her nipple.

She finally collapsed forward, shoving my chest, pushing me back onto my elbows once more, still buried deepest in Kħadījah’s tight Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Pussy.

She raised her hips, causing Kħadījah to gasp for breath, even as she lowered her face once more to lap at Kħadījah’s Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān clit again.

As she sucked Kħadījah’s Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān clit into her mouth, her nose grazed my Uncut Hindu Cock as I resumed pumping in and out.

Then Fātimah’s Panjvaqtah Namāzī Sunni Musalmān tongue extended, stroking my Uncut Hindu Cock as often as it licked Kħadījah’s Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān clit.

On one of my out strokes, I moved too far and popped out of Kħadījah, my Hindu erection flying up to slap at my stomach.

This time Fātimah reached out and held me, and licked Kħadījah’s juices off of me before taking my first few inches into her mouth and sucking hard.

“Oh, fuck!” I moaned as Fātimah’s tongue swirled around my Uncut Hindu Cock.

The bead of her tongue piercing was a dancing point of pleasure as her tongue moved around my cockhead; she quickly popped me out of her mouth and pulled me to Kħadījah’s Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Pussy once again.

This time there was no stopping the pressure building in my balls, and I stroked deeply into Kħadījah as she wailed louder.

“Aaargh, fuck, yes!” I came with a roar, losing track of my surroundings and letting the ecstasy of the orgasm wash over me.

When I regained my senses, I was on my back, my softening Uncut Hindu Cock still buried in Kħadījah.

Fātimah was embracing Kħadījah as they kissed, Kħadījah’s hands still restrained over her head.

One person still hadn’t had an orgasm, and I was determined to correct that now.

Sitting up slowly, I let my half stiff Uncut Hindu Cock slide out of her, causing both of us to gasp.

Reversing myself, I put my Uncut Hindu Cock between her legs once again.

Gathering her natural wetness and my Hindu cum from inside her, I gently but rapidly started flicking the hood of her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān clit with the fingers of one hand, while gathering more lubrication with the other.

Kħadījah started panting loudly, knowing what was coming.

Keeping the stimulation going on her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān clit, the fingers of my other hand slowly explored her lips, travelling farther down, sliding between the cheeks of her ass to trace wet fingers around her asshole.

She bucked and gasped, continuing to pant into Fātimah’s mouth as they kissed, Fātimah’s hands caressing and pinching Kħadījah’s stiff nipples.

I teased the outer ring of her ass with my again hard Uncut Hindu Cock until it opened up for me, letting me slip my Uncut Hindu Cock  in up to the hilt.

I kept it there as I lowered my waist to her gaping Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Pussy, fucking her lubricated with our combined fluids as I continued my assault on her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān clit with my Uncut Hindu Cock.

The sound of her continuous moaning pitched up into a wail, and I knew it wouldn’t be much longer for her.

I took her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān clit and fucked hard, even as I gently but firmly inserted my Uncut Hindu Cock  the rest of the way into her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān ass.

“OhhhhaaaAHHHHHH!” Kħadījah screamed her orgasm into Fātimah’s mouth, muffling the volume but still bringing my Uncut Hindu Cock back to life with the sound of my love’s pleasure.

I kept up my efforts until she ran out of air, then withdrew my fingers and slowly slid up her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān body, sandwiching her between Fātimah and myself.

I released her restraints while she was still trembling with orgasmic aftershocks, and she brought her arms down and wrapped them around us as we held her tightly.***

I awoke slowly, my face nestled into Kħadījah’s curly hair.

My arm was around her, my hand cupped protectively around one perfect breast.

My morning Hindu erection was buried between Fātimah’s Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Pussy and my hips flexed automatically, reveling in the sensation as my Uncut Hindu Cock glided into Fātimah’s tight Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Pussy.

Suddenly remembering the night before, I raised my head to see a nude Fātimah still sleeping on the other side of Muħammad’s wife; under nude me.

Her tattoos were showing more clearly now in the morning light seeping around the shades.

Thoughts of what had transpired only hours before had the predictable effect on me; and I kissed the back of Fātimah ‘s neck as I gently caressed her breast, feeling her nipple hardening against my palm.

I knew she was awake when she quietly gasped as I scratched a nail across her nipple, and her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Pussy flexed against my Uncut Hindu Cock.

Nudging her legs apart with my knee, I reached down and positioned my hardness between her legs so that the top of my Uncut Hindu Cock was against her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Slit.

We continued to rock against each other softly, our arousal climbing as we teased each other, both of us gazing at the sleeping, naked Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān woman that had shared our bed and bodies the night before.

I finally slowly slipped inside Fātimah, her smooth, wet heat enveloping me and causing both of us to moan quietly.

We enjoyed our leisurely lovemaking, letting the passion build slowly as she took me inside her over and over again, the only sound being the friction of our bodies moving together.

My hand moved from her breast to her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān clit, and Fātimah’s movements started becoming more urgent as my fingers fluttered over her sensitive nub.

Our movements and noises were subdued no longer, and I looked up to see Kħadījah looking back at us, licking her lips as she watched Fātimah and me fuck in front of her.

“Do you like being watched, does it turn you on?” I whispered in Kħadījah’s ear. “Does it make you wet to have your friend watch you being fucked in front of her?”

“Allah, yes!”

“Kiss her. Kiss her while you make me cum!”

Fātimah groaned, and Kħadījah rolled closer, bringing her lips to Fātimah’s.

If possible, I grew even harder as I thrust into Fātimah, watching their tongues dance together.

My strokes became more urgent as I pummeled into her, pulling on her nipple and pinching, feeling her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Pussy spasm and squeeze against my Uncut Hindu Cock, pushing me over the edge.

An inarticulate yell was forced from my throat even as jet after jet pulsed out me, filling Fātimah deepest with my Hindu cum, and sending me into temporary oblivion.

Recovering a few moments later, softening but still buried deep inside Fātimah, I reopened my eyes to see my lovers still exchanging kisses, their hands caressing each other’s curves languorously.

I slowly eased myself out of Fātimah, causing both of us to catch our breath as the last bit of me popped out.

Rolling out of bed, I entered the bathroom and started a shower.

I lingered under the hot water, taking my time, smiling as I went through my memories.

After leisurely toweling off, shaving, and attending to the rest of my morning routine, I emerged to find Kħadījah and Fātimah entwined around each other, looking sated.

“My turn for a shower,” Fātimah Announced, standing and stretching.

We exchanged places, and I sat down on the bed next to Kħadījah as the shower started up once more.

“Well? You OK?”

“Wonderful! Thanks for giving us some alone time, Durgesh.”

“How did the reality compare to your fantasy?”

“Different. Not in a bad way, just not like I had imagined. Fantasies never are though, are they?” It wasn’t a question so much as a statement.

“I suppose not.”

“Now that I’ve had this fantasy fulfilled, I think that it’s someone else’s turn.”

I grinned. “No objections here. Has Fātimah confided any fantasies to you?”

“No, but I know you still have some unfulfilled ones, you kinky Hindu you.”

“Good thing you love me so much then,” I laughed.

“No nonsense. I’ll have to see what I can get out of Fātimah. If I can’t get anything soon, you may have to take one for the team. Think you can handle it?”

I sighed dramatically.

“I suppose I could make the sacrifice if I had to. Just for you, mind you! I wouldn’t do this for just anyone.”

“Pull the other one,” she laughed. “Just come up with something for next month in case Fātimah doesn’t spill to me.” She leaned in, and kissed me. “I love you, Durgesh, very much, and so does Fātimah.”

Fātimah winked at me and smiled in affirmation.


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