The Chairman:3Posted: November 25, 2010
Naåīmah Furqān moaned.
“Do you want me to slide those cute little panties off and my shorts off and slide my Uncut Hindu Cock into your extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Cunt right now?” I was stroking her nipples, acting like I was pulling them again, but my fingers kept slipping right off.
I could tell Naåīmah Furqān was getting quite worked up, much like when Naåīmah Furqān’d come earlier.
“Yes.” Naåīmah Furqān hissed.
“Yes I want you in me.”
“Oh don’t worry; you’ll get that all right, even forever, but not tonight. The only thing going in you tonight is your fingers, if you want. Do you want that? You yourself requested no penetration from me tonight. Didn’t you?”
“Ye….yes” Naåīmah Furqān stuttered.
“Why don’t you reach down and slide those pants and panties off right now then. Do you need my help?”
Naåīmah Furqān, regretting her earlier attitude, shook her head no.
Naåīmah Furqān wanted it very bad.
She wanted rough and savage penetrations of my Uncut Hindu Cock there.
It was a tragedy she herself had requested against it.
Naåīmah Furqān had never anticipated I’d act with so self respect.
She’d thought I’d fuck her as soon as she wanted me inside her.
Was I humiliating her for her denial to my proposal?
I reached up and nudged her head around sticking my tongue into her mouth.
I began to feel her hands working on her pants.
Soon Naåīmah Furqān was trying to move them off her hips.
“Oh yes my beautiful lady.” I whispered in her ear, kissing her ear, then kissing her cheek and hair.
I moved my hands from her Sunni Musalmān breasts.
“Reach up now and show me how you tweak your own nipples.”
Naåīmah Furqān did as I instructed.
“Oh yes, is that good?” Naåīmah Furqān nodded.
“Good, is there enough lube on them? Do you want some more?”
Naåīmah Furqān moaned and nodded.
She knew I was teasing her for my Uncut Hindu Cock.
I was making her crazy for my Uncut Hindu Penis.
Yet, she couldn’t help it.
I reached to the table, took just another small dab and placed it on my finger tip.
I slid my own hands down and added my fingers to hers on her Sunni Musalmān breasts for a moment.
“Show me, Baby. Make yourself cum for me.”
Naåīmah Furqān ran the palm of her left hand ran down her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān body, her fingertips raised, as they were covered with lube.
When Naåīmah Furqān got down to her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān pubic area, her fingers obviously wiped the lube in the vicinity of her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Clit, and then her hand continued to her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Labia.
As Naåīmah Furqān pulled on them, a pronounced Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Clit became visible where it had been hidden by the large extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Labial folds, her right hand moving down to join her left.
Pinching her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Labia on either side, Naåīmah Furqān was able to twist and pull and move them, I suppose similar to the extra skin on a Uncut Hindu Penis.
As Naåīmah Furqān did so, her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Clit protruded from her folds.
Naåīmah Furqān pinched and rubbed them together, something that I wouldn’t have thought pleasurable, however Naåīmah Furqān obviously did.
Naåīmah Furqān pressed with her fingertips all around her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Vulva, rubbing surprisingly hard, everywhere – except on her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Clit.
As Naåīmah Furqān did this, her now exposed Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Clit, visibly expanded.
Its growing pinkness was begging for my Hindu attention.
Naåīmah Furqān finally touched it with her right hand, her middle finger gently sliding and diddling back and forth across her bean.
Naåīmah Furqān moved her finger so she could cup her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Mound with the left.
It allowed her to press hard and rub on the entire area.
Naåīmah Furqān eased up and again began gently diddling her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Clit while her other middle finger disappeared inside herself.
Her right hand came back up to her nipples, gently circling them with a finger and then taking them between her thumb and forefinger twisting them as if Naåīmah Furqān were spinning a top.
For the first time I caught the faint smell of her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Pussy, undoubtedly from her fingers.
“Oh yes, baby. Is that good? Is it good with a finger inside yourself? I whispered in her ear as her head was slightly sideways.
Her hand moved faster, plunging her middle finger in and out rapidly, then stopping, her finger deep inside, rubbing some unseen spot.
Her right hand went back down to her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān groin, lightly touching her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Clit, once ̶ twice, flicking it rapidly for a moment, then began pressing hard on her pubic bone just below it.
Her left hand would plunge in or out once or twice, then her right hand rubbed hard back and forth against the area.
I could feel the tension building in her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān body, her Sunni Musalmān breasts silhouetted between my face and her nether regions, now showing tight erect nipples on her luscious extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Mounds, the warm melting of her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān body against me gradually stiffening as her concentration was between her legs.
Her rough handling of her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Vaginal areas was surprising me.
I’d always treated every extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Pussy more delicately than Naåīmah Furqān did.
With her hands busy below, I moved my hands back to her Sunni Musalmān breasts.
No sooner did I begin playing with her once again engorged nipples, circling and gently twisting around them as Naåīmah Furqān just had, than Naåīmah Furqān began moaning and writhing.
Naåīmah Furqān moved her left hand up and pulled the skin away from around her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Clit, making the pink little nib appear that much larger.
Naåīmah Furqān took her right hand that had been gently stroking her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Clit and pressed hard just above the Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Clit itself rubbing hard back and forth.
Her shoulders began to hunch under me.
Naåīmah Furqān began to buckle in towards her pelvis, her entire body collapsing in on itself until suddenly Naåīmah Furqān exploded outward, her back arching, her pelvis shoving forward.
Her finger continued their buzz saw attack above her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Clit, her back arching a second, then a third time before her fingers stilled.
I’d quit on her nipples as soon as Naåīmah Furqān began to cum, just holding her Sunni Musalmān breasts in my hand, her nipples hard in my palms.
Just rubbing my thumbs across her nipples was enough to make her twitch again.
Naåīmah Furqān lay there in my strong Hindu arms, panting for breath.
I hadn’t realized Naåīmah Furqān’d been holding it.
I watched as her fingers continued to caress herself, at first only occasionally touching her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Clit itself, gradually touching it more as Naåīmah Furqān came down from her high.
My hands rested on her Sunni Musalmān breasts, cupping them as they perfectly fit my hands.
Naåīmah Furqān sighed, contentedly.
I did not resist.
I let her suck my Uncut Hindu Cock as wildly, as savagely, as ravenously, as Naåīmah Furqān wanted to.
I rolled her nipples between my thumb and forefinger in response.
“Do you like them?” Naåīmah Furqān managed to ask me taking my Uncut Hindu Cock out of her mouth and taking it back again.
“Your nipples?” I responded. “Of course. Natures baubles ̶ jewelry of the Sunni Musalmān breast.”
Naåīmah Furqān giggled, followed by an “umm” of enjoyment before she said “I can’t say as I’ve ever heard nipples described that way, but I was asking about my boobies.”
I cupped her Sunni Musalmān breasts in response, pulling tightly against her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān body.
“I think they’re wonderful.”
“You don’t think they’re too medium?”
“Too medium? I think they’re absolutely perfect. Why would you think such a thing?”
“My husband. He always said I needed a boob job.”
“Again, all I can say is your husband was a damnfool.”
Naåīmah Furqān was silent for a moment, just leaning back against me.
“You know, I think I made a mistake.”
I tensed slightly, mulling over in my mind what had transpired between us.
Nothing came to mind.
Naåīmah Furqān didn’t even hesitate.
“I should have kept my panties on twenty years ago” Naåīmah Furqān said, twisting to where we could again kiss but not separating our bodies.
Her mouth rose to mine, our kiss involved tongue sucking and moaning.
Naåīmah Furqān finally pulled away.
“Back then, I remember it was all about getting into each other’s pants. If I’d known sex could be this good without putting out I wouldn’t have a daughter.”
Her hand slid down to my pants, as it was once more inside now, after her great sucking.
Now it was my turn to moan.
“You’d better put your panties back on if you really intend not to have sex with me.” I threatened.
In response, Sunni Musalmān her hand stroked up and down once, her thumb wrapping over the top, stroking back and forth once.
“Not yet,” Naåīmah Furqān answered. “I still want to watch you, I want to see you do yourself. I want to see that big hard Uncut Hindu Cock once again.”
I growled in response, her sexy talk had me writhing in my pants.
I pulled her to me, my hand crushed between my chest and her Sunni Musalmān breast.
Her rock hard nipple stayed in place against my palm as I moved my hand.
With my other hand I again reached down to her bottom, inching my way toward her crotch and the awaiting Promised Land from behind.
Naåīmah Furqān realized where my hand was inching and suddenly pulled away, spinning and standing up only to plant herself in the chair directly opposite.
‘Va lā tunkiħū almusharikīn, ħattā’ yu’minū.’” Naåīmah Furqān said, grinning like a Cheshire cat.
Naåīmah Furqān slid down in the chair, bringing her legs up, opening herself up for my eyes.
I was seeing her nether region straight on for the first time, but the look of a Sunni Musalmān lust on her face was almost as enjoyable as the glistening lips and show Naåīmah Furqān was giving me below.
Her hand spread her lips again, her pink extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Pussy exposed.
Naåīmah Furqān pulled back hard on her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Clit covering, the little pink button popping up for my eyes to see.
Naåīmah Furqān dipped a finger into her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Pussy, pulling her juices up to her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Clit where Naåīmah Furqān ran one finger around it again and again.
“Show me! Take it out! Allah, Durgesh darling! Méré Hindu Piyā! Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt! Hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam! Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties! I want to talk dirty to you! I want to make you want me. Do you want me? Tomorrow I want to suck your Uncut Hindu Cock but now I want to see you jack off again. I want to see you beat it, hard, like you did before.” Naåīmah Furqān pressed hard against her Mons, rubbed back and forth, then moved her hands down and began masturbating more like she had before.
Her fingers of one hand were dipped into her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Pussy, pushing hard on the inside while the fingers of the other were abusing the entire area around her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Clit, only occasionally stroke her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Clit itself.
In the meantime I hadn’t hesitated, I’d shucked my shorts, and now I was naked also.
I was sitting on the edge of the seat now, my Uncut Hindu Cock in her hand, slowly stroking as Naåīmah Furqān frigged herself, her fingers a blur against her pubic bone.
“Do you like your Uncut Hindu Cock sucked? Tomorrow I’m going to suck your Uncut Hindu Cock.” Naåīmah Furqān pulled her fingers out of her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Pussy, taking them to her mouth and sucking her own juices from her fingers.
“Sometime I want to try a Sunni Musalmān Beauty. The thought just makes me so hot.” Her chatter was practically nonstop, sometime nonsensical, sometime coherent but all nasty. “Let me masturbate you, Durgesh darling! Méré Hindu Piyā! Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt! Hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam! Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties! too as I masturbate myself. Am I doing it fast enough? Are you going to cum? I want you to cum with me. Let me beat it. Make yourself cum when I cum…… Allah!
This is so hot. I’ve never been so slutty before.”
Naåīmah Furqān was stroking me, not holding back.
I could tell I was getting close, my own breathing so ragged I was out of control.
Suddenly, Naåīmah Furqān slowed down my stroking, crossing my legs to restrict the blood flow to my Uncut Hindu Cock, then working more and more blood into it, making it swell even more.
Naåīmah Furqān kept squeezing blood into it, making it bigger and harder.
“Naåīmah Furqān darling, How about you,” I asked, “do you like my Uncut Hindu Cock?”
“Allah! Yes. It’s so attractive.” The head was now purple and swollen beyond anything Naåīmah Furqān’d yet seen, but still Naåīmah Furqān forced it bigger, the blood vessels popping out on the sides of the shaft like a giant dildo.
Naåīmah Furqān remembered the lube, looking over at the end table; the tube was still where she’d left it.
Naåīmah Furqān took her hand, spread a dab in her palm and rubbed it on the head of my Uncut Hindu Cock.
I groaned the sensation almost too much.
“Are you ready? Are you going to cum with me?”
It was almost more than I could take the slickness of the lube in her hand on my hypersensitive glands.
“Al…most,” Naåīmah Furqān panted.
“Al….most……..” Naåīmah Furqān was arching her back, her fingers now rubbing directly on her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Clit, and as her arch collapsed, I couldn’t hold back any longer.
Standing, my body telling me to thrust deep in her hand, I staggered forward and collapsed, catching myself on her chair with one hand, my cum spurting onto her belly.
I didn’t even know if Naåīmah Furqān noticed at first, her own orgasm taking her senses away.
Naåīmah Furqān jerked my Uncut Hindu Cock hard, again, and then again, each time a gob of my Hindu spunk firing onto her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān belly, my balls aching.
The urge to shoot eased.
Naåīmah Furqān continued to stroke lighter now, milking the last of my Hindu semen out of my Uncut Hindu Cock.
Naåīmah Furqān had stopped her own masturbation too, her fingers now spreading my Hindu cum on her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān belly, rubbing gobs of it between her fingers.
My own thought processes began to come back to life, and I told her I’d be right back and went and got her some Kleenex to clean the cum off her belly.
When I got back Naåīmah Furqān’d started pulling her panties back on, pulling them the rest of the way in place after Naåīmah Furqān’d cleaned my seed from her belly.
I suggested we could take a shower.
Naåīmah Furqān said,
“We’d better do it alone ̶ or I’d be tempted to break my vow.”
“Are you still sticking with that?” I asked.
Naåīmah Furqān nodded teasingly.
“For heavens sake, why?”
Naåīmah Furqān just looked at me, then with a smirk said,
“Are you arguing with the result?”
I just looked at her, not comprehending at first what Naåīmah Furqān meant, then broke into a grin myself.
“Gotta admit, it’s been pretty hot.”
Naåīmah Furqān went into the guest bathroom and closed the door.
I went to my own, took a shower and shaved, and I was still done before her.
I put on some pajama bottoms and was back in the kitchen finishing cleaning up when I heard her come back out.
Naåīmah Furqān was wearing an oversize t-shirt, I couldn’t tell what else.
We took the last of the wine down to the living room where the picture window overlooked the valley.
We sat on opposite ends of the couch.
Naåīmah Furqān looked out the window.
When Naåīmah Furqān looked away from the window, I could tell her mood had changed.
“Durgesh, I suppose you think I’m a total slut.” Naåīmah Furqān paused but I said nothing.
Naåīmah Furqān continued,
“I’m really not ̶ I’ve never done anything like this before.”
I nodded, took a sip of my juice.
Naåīmah Furqān glanced back out the window.
“We were out there on the balcony ̶ do you suppose any of the neighbors saw us?”
I shook my head.
“No. Possible, but I doubt it. If anyone was outside they might have heard us, but even then sound is funny on the hillside, it tends to go straight out, voice are reflected by the deck so the neighbors normally can’t hear anything.”
Naåīmah Furqān nodded.
“I’d forgotten how much I missed being touched,” Naåīmah Furqān said quietly, the neighbors forgotten.
“What do you mean?”
Naåīmah Furqān didn’t answer immediately, finally asking,
I pondered the question, not that I didn’t know ̶ just wondering what Naåīmah Furqān wanted to know for.
The last thing I wanted was a jealous argument from a Sunni Musalmān Beauty I hadn’t even bedded yet.
“Oh, I don’t know ̶ not that long.”
“I haven’t had sex in four years with anyone.” Naåīmah Furqān said this as if it defined everything about her.
Naåīmah Furqān took a sip of wine.
“And the funny thing is ̶ I’ve had better sex here today with you than I did in my entire 16 years of marriage. Do you know I was married for four years before I ever had an orgasm? If it hadn’t been for a girlfriend…” Naåīmah Furqān faded off.
“I really love it when you touch me, when your hands are all over me. Aħmad didn’t touch me much, with him it was all about him. You know, I’ll bet I gave him ten thousand blow jobs over the years, and I think in that entire time he went down on me maybe twice. He always wanted me to get a boob job, said I was too flat.” Naåīmah Furqān spat the last out.
“You know how I found out he was having an affair? He wanted me to give him a blow job and his cut small Cock smelled like extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Pussy. I told him we needed to take a shower first but I knew.”
“How’d you find out for sure?”
“I followed him. I checked with the secretary at work, told her I had to get some papers signed and Naåīmah Furqān let me look at his calendar to see where he was. On the day I suspected something, it said he’d been visiting one company just before noon, and I noticed he was going there regularly, always about noon and always for a couple of hours, longer than anywhere else. The next time he was scheduled there, I traded cars with my girlfriend so he wouldn’t notice me, and just followed him. I found his car at the business he was at before, and followed him to the next one. He didn’t even have to go in, She was waiting outside; he just picked her up and they drove to a hotel. I waited about ten minutes, and followed him inside. I told the girl at the desk I was there to meet my husband, he’d just called but I’d forgotten what he told me the room number was and asked if she could give me a key also. She was a little suspicious but I showed her my ID – and she gave me a key. He’d registered as Mr. and Mrs. ̶ so there was no reason not to. I just opened the door ̶ and there they were. They hadn’t even locked the door.”
“So what did you do?”
“He heard the door open, he was on his back and Salmah was on top of him. I had my camera in my hand, I just took a picture said, “I want a divorce” and walked out. That was just about 4 years ago.” Naåīmah Furqān didn’t sound bitter; it was just all matter of fact.
Naåīmah Furqān took another sip of her wine.
“I look back now, and it was always that way. When we first started dating, I’d give him a blow job almost every night. He was eager to get in my pants, and I was eager to let him. We did it almost immediately, but we always used condoms. Then we went to our senior prom, and afterward he and a buddy had rented a hotel room. We didn’t find out or realize we didn’t have any condoms until we got there. A month later I missed my period and we got married later that summer.”
I just nodded.
What was there to say?
“You know, the funny thing, before today ̶ that night was, what would I call it ̶ Nastiest? Sluttiest? I don’t know, probably just naughtiest night I’ve ever had. The room had two beds, but they were in the same room. Even with the lights out, there was enough light to see. The other girl, Mahjabīn, had big boobs. Aħmad was always talking about how great her boobs were, and he got to see them all that night. Mahjabīn was really proud of them and didn’t mind showing them off. I guess I might have been that way if they were mine too.”
“You don’t have anything to be envious of.” I interrupted. “Chances are hers now hang to her knees and yours are still perfect.”
Naåīmah Furqān laughed lightly,
“Allah! Allah! I hope so.”
“It’s the truth.”
“Whatever.” Naåīmah Furqān started back into her story. “Mahjabīn had this backless, strapless gown that must have been held up by magic. When her boyfriend unzipped it, Mahjabīn just took it off. All Mahjabīn was wearing was panties and Aħmad’s eyes just about bugged out. Mahjabīn didn’t put on anything more than panties until we left the next day when Mahjabīn put her gown back on. I don’t know if Aħmad ever felt her up ̶ I suspect he might have, but Mahjabīn certainly wasn’t afraid to let him look. I was a little more bashful, I made Aħmad give me his t-shirt. Still, making love with another couple in the same room, even with the lights out we could see what they were doing and they could see what we were doing, I’ve got to admit that was pretty hot.” Naåīmah Furqān looked up at me. “Am I boring you?”
“Not at all.”
“That’s about it anyway. Next thing I know I’m pregnant and married and thinking is that all there is?” And then I’m an Ammījān and finishing college and there isn’t much time for much of anything. And then one day I’m over to a girlfriend’s house, and we’re back in her bedroom and she’d left her vibrator out on the bed stand. I didn’t even know what it was at first. She was all embarrassed when I asked what it was, and then when she realized I really didn’t know what it was, well, she made me borrow it.”
“Until then, I really hadn’t realized what I’d been missing. I mean, Aħmad and I had sex, and it always felt good, but not all THAT good, and suddenly I found out what I’d been missing. Aħmad always liked to attack my Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Clit. I’d always known I’d just get numb really quick but it still felt good, and then with that vibrator I had my first orgasm. That’s when I realized sex with Aħmad wasn’t really all that good, but no matter how hard I tried, he never changed.” Naåīmah Furqān set her now empty wine glass on the table.
“More?” I asked.
Naåīmah Furqān shook her head no, pulling her legs up underneath herself, feet facing me.
Naåīmah Furqān was wearing panties I noticed.
“When we divorced I had my vibrator and my daughter Fātimah, until she went off to college, and then all I had was my vibrator. Fātimah knew what had happened with me and her dad, I didn’t hide anything. When Fātimah got old enough and started dating she told me that I should start seeing other people too, but I didn’t do it. Then when Fātimah and I went to the beach and Fātimah made me realize there was still more to life. We were at South Beach, we had a hotel right on the beach. I didn’t realize that so many extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān girls were going topless these days. Fātimah shocked me at first when she took hers off and even more that Fātimah kept trying to convince me I should take mine off too. I untied it when I was lying down, but I didn’t have the nerve to take it off. I should have, after today if we ever go again I will. Anyway, I’d been conversing with Arjun online for quite a while, and when he suggested I come out for the weekend….well, I thought I actually knew him but that was a disaster.” Naåīmah Furqān looked up at me, shrugged her shoulders.
“So there it is, I haven’t had sex in about four years, and even then it wasn’t very good. I’ve never really done anything slutty in my entire life until today and you have me running around outside naked and masturbating in front of you and dreaming about what it’s going to be like to go to bed with you.”
I looked at her, nodding to indicate I was still listening.
“What difference does it make? I mean, it’s no one you know….”
Naåīmah Furqān didn’t hesitate but just a second.
“Truthfully, I’ve never liked condoms. I brought a box of them, just in case it worked out with Arjun and I and he didn’t have any. I feel like I know you better in 24 hours than I thought I knew him, and…” Naåīmah Furqān left the sentence hanging.
“And you were hoping we wouldn’t have too.” I smiled.
Naåīmah Furqān nodded, almost appearing sheepish.
“You’re not worried about getting pregnant?”
It didn’t make any difference, but Naåīmah Furqān didn’t know that.
“I’ve been back on the pill ever since our trip to Miami.”
“That’s good, but it wouldn’t make any difference, I had a vasectomy years ago.”
“So, you’ve been around? I mean, I know you were married and all but….”
“But have I been sleeping around?” I finished for her.
I shook my head no.
“Not sleeping around, but I haven’t been out of circulation either.”
Now that I knew what Naåīmah Furqān was asking and why, I had no reason not to tell her.
“There’s a neighbor Sunni Musalmān Beauty that I see a couple of times a week. I was with her last week before I left.”
“Oh.” I could sense her deflating. “But it’s not quite what you think.”
“What’s to think? You’re single and attractive and you’ve got a neighbor….”
It suddenly dawned on her as to what it might mean,
“Is she married?”
“Yes, but I said it’s not what you think.”
“You’re having an affair with a married neighbor Sunni Musalmān Beauty and it’s not what I think? I don’t understand.”
“Zaynab Raħmān and her husband Raħīm live across the street. I wouldn’t have had an affair with her except that her husband asked me to – or gave me permission to, or whatever. You see, Raħīm’s a quadriplegic, almost totally helpless. Broke his neck in an auto accident a few years ago. After it, Zaynab Raħmān came over one morning to offer me a cup of coffee and found me pretty much the same way you did, and well ̶ one thing eventually led to another. It’s not that we’re dating, or cheating on her husband ̶ Raħīm knows. He told me his extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān wife, Zaynab Raħmān; was too young to be a nun, he just asked that I don’t take her from him. I guess you’d say we’re fuck buddies. Zaynab Raħmān calls or comes over; there’re times I’ve called to see if Zaynab Raħmān was busy ̶ but generally Zaynab Raħmān comes to me.”
Naåīmah Furqān watched me carefully.
I didn’t say anything for a moment.
“Not quite what you thought. Was it?”
Naåīmah Furqān nodded in agreement.
I reached over, Naåīmah Furqān took my hand.
“I’m fairly certain I’m clean if that’s what you’re asking. I had another couple that we were playmates with early in our marriage, but they moved away years ago. Other than that, I haven’t been with anyone besides my countless extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān women and Zaynab Raħmān in years. And Zaynab Raħmān says she hasn’t either. In fact, from your description are you certain your husband wasn’t playing around with others?”
Naåīmah Furqān shook her head no.
“No, actually I’m pretty sure he was. I don’t know who or when, but looking back I’m pretty sure he did.”
Naåīmah Furqān looked and reached for her wine glass, I realized we were both empty.
“I’ll get us some more” I told her, setting my empty glass on the table. “Be right back.”
When I got back Naåīmah Furqān started talking while I was filling the glasses.
“It didn’t dawn on me at first that maybe he had. I’d already filed for divorce. I knew he’d been having sex with someone else, that he’d been cheating on me. I was just numb for weeks, and then my extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān girlfriend asked the same question ̶ if she’d been the only one.”
Naåīmah Furqān took a sip from her wine.
“Um, that’s good. Anyway, it began to bother me; that I didn’t know anything, that I didn’t know what he might have gotten and given to me. I felt fine, but there was that nagging doubt, you know?”
“Yeah, I’ll bet.”
“So I went in and got tested. Everything came back negative.”
We sat silently for a few moments.
I pulled her to me, Naåīmah Furqān turned in the couch and leaned back against me, snuggling in.
“It’s so nice just to be held again.” Naåīmah Furqān smiled seductively.
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