Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/22: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’-12

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Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/22:

‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’

Chapter 4

Chapter 10

Chapter 12

Enjoying bachelorhood

Kħadījah and I were married for 4 years now.

Our parents thought only naming us Kħadījah and Muħammad; they could make us Ummil Mominīn Ħazrat Kħadījatul Kubrā^rz and Ħuzoor^s.

Sorry, we both disappointed them.

But so did the others millions of Kħadījahs and Muħammads.

Kħadījah was always complaining to me about not taking her to any of the trips after marriage.

I often used to go on company trips and often could not take her as I spent my time boozing and clubbing with other friends of mine.

This time for our trip to Goa, we thought of taking families, as it’s a sort of vacation with only one meeting.

The five of us planned to go with family and one fortunate bachelor will be joining us along with our families.

We prepared having to stay there for 5 days of which the first day was the meeting and the rest was vacation.

My wife, Kħadījah, was very happy as she was getting the vacation after a long while. I Muħammad, Rām, Shankar, Rām, and Pratāp were the family guys along with the bachelor Durgesh.

By the time, we booked the tickets Rām’s wife dropped out because of pregnancy and Shankar’s wife due to some work in her company.

My wife, Kħadījah, was making all arrangements getting all fancy dresses for the vacation, a little bit conservative thinking about the other guys.

As the day approached, two others had too backed out stating some other reasons.

Now all the six guys with my wife, Kħadījah, and Pratāp’s wife Farzānah, are the only ones coming.

I asked if Kħadījah was still willing to come and she answered positive.

All the eight of us reached Goa after some turbulence in the plane and rested in the hotel for an hour before the guys left for the meeting.

Kħadījah and Farzānah stayed at the room and chatted about their lives.

Later Kħadījah revealed that Farzānah’s life is even bored than hers.

Soon after the meeting was over, all the guys flocked to the hotel.

Our regular ritual was to start playing poker and then go out for some bar or club.

But now as our wives were present I started thinking.
“Can’t we go to some site seeing?”
Kħadījah was first to answer, “What would you guys do if we were not here?”

“Poker.” Rām quickly answered.

“Then play that.” Kħadījah smiled, “I don’t want you guys to feel that we are a burden.”

Mean while Durgesh came up with an idea to play poker on the beach where there were less people as they could see the views and drink and play.

All of us agreed to the glorious idea.

As we were starting, Farzānah wanted to have a sleep instead of seeing the “junk” poker played by our guys.

Kħadījah wished to continue with us and we all landed up on the beach with a beer can in each hand and started the play.

As the first game ended so were the beers.

Rām asked Kħadījah who is sitting beside me to fetch some drinks and play the bartender role in the play.

She soon left and bought us some beers.

As she gave each one a drink, she asked for tips, as she was a bartender.

All of us were happy that we bought Kħadījah here to serve us and be a good-looking bartender.

She made 500 on tips alone.

Rām started telling he would give more tip if she dresses like a bartender as he always tips bartenders with less dresses.

Kħadījah smiled and told him to get prepared to pay 500 next times.

I did not understand what she meant but kept on playing as I was having a good hand.

Beers were over and Kħadījah, our official bartender was given the order.

She left and we started the third game that I lost big time.

I wanted to take a break, have a beer and Wait for my wife bartender.

As Kħadījah did not turn up, all the guys started cursing Rām that it was because of his mouth that Kħadījah did not turn up with the beers.

They made him go for the beers.

As he started going, Kħadījah just turned in with the beers and I could not believe my eyes.

She had the short mini skirt and her shirt was tied to the top exposing most of her midriff.

Allah, had Kħadījah gone mad?

She just looked like a bartender.

Her 36B sized Sunni Musalmān boobs were clearly outlined as well as her long legs.

All the guys almost forgot their match and started looking at her.

Guys concentrated and paid good tips.

She collected 2000 on tips this time including a 1000 from Rām.

He openly complimented that Kħadījah was very hot and looked like the best bartender he had seen.

Kħadījah simply smiled and served ever one the drinks.

This time she also bought herself a glass of wine which she gulped sitting beside me.

I was so aroused by her actions that I just kissed her instantly and she responded.

I know all the guys were looking jealously at me kissing my hot Sunni Musalmān wife in front of them.

As I broke the kiss and started to play, we were out of drinks again and now the guys ordered different kinds of drinks mostly whiskey making her job harder.

She had to do 5 turns every time and each time she bought some thing she had a gulp of wine making her tipsier.

She started hugging me from the back pressing her Sunni Musalmān boobs to my back giving me a Musalmān hard on.

But still I started losing money.

I hadn’t realized till then I had to lose my extremely beautiful Sunni Musalmān wife, Kħadījah, too.

I asked Kħadījah to sit on my lap and open the cards for me as I was losing.

Fortunately, I won the round and made for all my losses.

I kissed her again and this time pressed her Sunni Musalmān boobs while kissing.

Kħadījah started enjoying the atmosphere, as did all the other guys.

Rām had been losing all the rounds and he asked Kħadījah to sit on his Hindu lap, as he was the highest tipper.

He promised to share 50% of his profits if Kħadījah woul sit on his Hindu lap and he wins the game.

Kħadījah looked at me and I said her to go ahead.

I fell for 50%, forgetting my extremely beautiful Sunni Musalmān wife, Kħadījah, had to sit on Rām’s Hindu lap, for it.

I even did not notice that Rām already had his Hindu hard on for Kħadījah.

Kħadījah slowly got up form my lap revealing my bulged penis and sat on Rām’s lap.

Kħadījah started dealing with his cards while I was sure that he is dealing with his Hindu hard on.

All the guys were looking at Rām wishing that they could have spent that 1000 rupees to have Kħadījah sit on their Hindu laps.

Luckily, Rām won the game and shared his winning with Kħadījah.

Kħadījah, in turn, stayed on his Hindu lap the next game too.

Rām won the next game too.

Kħadījah instantly, impulsively, turned back and gave Rām a kiss in excitement.

They won the pot worth 10,000.

By now, the drinks were over and Kħadījah the bartender was ordered to get the drinks.

This time as she bought the drinks, Rām had given her a tip of 1500 that meant that she would be on his lap this time again.

As expected Kħadījah sat on his lap and started taking the cards.

Pratāp won the round and asked for Kħadījah, but Kħadījah insisted on being with Rām till he wins.

As she sat, on his lap, all the others could see her upper thighs and in her drunken mood.

Kħadījah was more concentrated on winning.

Rām lost the next round and Kħadījah sat on his lap.

This time he won the round and hugged Kħadījah, kissed her even raising her skirt so that her bottoms were visible to every one.

Kħadījah satisfied with the winning came near me.

By this time, most of the eyes were on Kħadījah rather than the game.

Pratāp wanted to loan some money for her to play.

But Rām ordered her a round of drinks and said that he would want to see more of her next round.

We saw Kħadījah come up with the same out fit and started giving every one the drinks.

When she served Rām, she removed the top two button of her shirt revealing her Sunni Musalmān cleveage and he pushed 2000 into her Sunni Musalmān cleveage satisfied.

Pratāp pushed 2500 into her Sunni Musalmān cleveage and wanted her to be beside him to win the game.

Now her shirt was open and every one was staring at her bill studded bra and short skirt.

She sat on Pratāp in such a way that her entire Sunni Musalmān Pussy was on his top.

Surprisingly Pratāp won the game and as a ritual kissed Kħadījah this time hugging her, and in the process, removing her shirt.

He took her shirt telling that it’s a token of his win.

Kħadījah in a drunken mood kissed Pratāp again.

Then I insisted her to come and sit on me as I am running low on cash.

By now, all the guys were high on drinks.

They were staring at her bra openly commenting on her extremely beautiful Sunni Musalmān body.

Kħadījah was taking things very sportively giving them seductive Sunni Musalmān looks.

As the next set of cards came in, she started picking my cards and I kept my hand under her skirt touching her Sunni Musalmān Pussy as a good luck charm.

I won the round.

Rām started to argue that I was taking an unfair advantage of using all the good luck and he needed some good luck too.

Without even asking, Rām lifted Kħadījah up, made her sit on his Hindu lap and also kept a 1000 rupees note in her bra telling that he would put more if he won.

As the cards were dealt Rām slowly pushed his hand on her Sunni Musalmān mound and surprised to see how wet it was.

To embarrass my wife, Kħadījah, further he wiped the wetness on her bra.

All the other guys are enjoying his actions.

But this time even the good luck Sunni Musalmān Pussy could not save Rām.

He lost the game and insisted her to continue.

Kħadījah started dealing the cards again.

Rām went more aggressive putting his Hindu hand inside Kħadījah’s wet panty and in the process the skirt came over her extremely beautiful Sunni Musalmān thighs.

Little did she do to stop Rām.

Durgesh who was sitting opposite to Rām could not control any more and left the game.

I was quite sure he should have found some place to masturbate on my extremely beautiful Sunni Musalmān wife, Kħadījah; and let go his heat.

Rām won the game this time, openly kissed Kħadījah and put a 1000 note in her panty.

She was now asked to fetch the drinks for which she wanted her shirt back.

Pratāp insisted that he needed some thing as a token of win.

Kħadījah promised that she would give some thing far better for him and took the shirt.

After she had kept the shirt all the guys were staring with popped eyes of what she would give to Pratāp.

Kħadījah skill fully put her hands inside her shirt, removed her bra and gave it to Pratāp.

Pratāp thanked Kħadījah and started kissing the bra telling that it is the best win in his poker life.

Kħadījah left to fetch the drinks.

Surprisingly, I was also enjoying all of it.

I never said Kħadījah was my wife and she won’t sit on my Hindu friends’ Hindu laps.

Instead, I allowed her and even encouraged to go ahead.

My Hindu friends were clever enough not to bring their own wives on this or that pretext.

By the time Kħadījah came back, Durgesh the bachelor wanted her to sit on his lap.

Kħadījah skillfully sat on Durgesh’s Hindu lap in a way that her bottom was on the top of Durgesh’s Hindu hard on.

The top button of her shirt were off now giving every one an ample view of her Sunni Musalmān boobs and they started openly flirting with her.

Time had me to utilize her luck.

Kħadījah sat on my lap and I kept my hand inside her Sunni Musalmān Pussy.

I started to move my fingers inside as she dealt the cards.

Kħadījah was giving wonderful expressions on her extremely beautiful Sunni Musalmān face.

Luck was not on my side this time and I lost it.

I was left with no money now and borrowed all the money my wife, Kħadījah, earned as tip for the night.

As the cards were, drawn Kħadījah picked the cards and smiled at the cards.

I knew that I should get back all my money and Kħadījah’s money with this game.

After all, it was her genuinely hard-earned stuff.

Seeing our feelings all the guys had dropped the games and I knew that I got 50% of what I lost.

But there was yet one guy who continued to increase the bet.

Durgesh who was the most Casanova type character of our lot was my next target.

My wife, Kħadījah, and I know that we had the winning cards in her hand, but could not raise the bet as we were out of cash.

I asked the other guys to loan some amount and they opted not to help me quoting the rules of the game, we had framed when we started playing the first time.

Durgesh then blurted out some thing that sent shock waves among all.

“Since Kħadījah has been teasing me all night, she can be used as a bet to cover the pot.”

I said that I did not understand.

He then said that if he wins the bet he would spend an hour with Kħadījah.

Kħadījah was shocked by this.

How ever tipsy and flirty she was all night, she could not take it quickly.

But I said,

“Yes.” knowing that it will not happen.

Once the bet is set, I asked him to show the cards.

Kħadījah was sitting tensely on my lap.

My hand was no longer under her skirt and visibly shaking.

As the cards were shown all the guys almost fainted.

It was a full house AAA against our KKK.

Kħadījah’s face was ashened.

She lost all the flirty feelings looking at the cards.

Every one was now looking at Durgesh who was smiling to his good luck and his biggest prize of the night.

He walked towards me and looking at me as if he was sorry for me.

All the guys forgot the game.

They were looking at both of them.

Kħadījah got up now and turned towards Durgesh.

She suddenly hugged him, gave him a deep kiss and told,

“Durgesh, your time starts now and every second extra will be charged.”

Now it was my turn to get shocked.

How ever deep inside I was relieved as my wife, Kħadījah, accepted without any fuss and surprisingly I started getting a hard on.

What a husband I was.

What a Musalmān I was.

Suddenly Yudhishŧhir of Mahā Bhārat flashed into my mind.

I always criticized the guy.

But, here I was myself in his shoes.

And my wife was Not Draupadī.

By the time I got up, both Durgesh and Kħadījah are no longer visible.

But all the guys could certainly see the movement of the bushes nearby and every one was visualizing the scene going there.

Pratāp now went to fetch the drinks and the other three started the game, as I have no money left.

All the three started to feel jealous of Durgesh and wished that they could have such hand.

An hour had passed and still there was no sign of both of them.

And every one of the guys was looking forward to see my wife, Kħadījah.

They might want to see how she looked after the fresh fucking from my friend Durgesh.

Another half an hour had passed and they both came down.

Durgesh looked as if he had got the man of the match cup in the world cup final.

His hand was wrapped round Kħadījah’s bra less shirt and she was equally giggling.

As he sat down, he asked Kħadījah to sit on his lap to finalize the settlement.

None of us could understand what he was doing.

Durgesh immediately pulled 10 thousand notes from his pocket and gave it to me,

“Muhamma, your wife is so good that 1 hour is not sufficient and so I took another 30 minutes of her time for a 10 thousand.”

He now turned to the other guys and told,

“She is worth every single paisā. I wish I could earn 10,000 daily to give her.”

With that, Durgesh removed Kħadījah’s panties form his pocket and showed it to every one.

The panties were visible soaked.

“This is the best souvenir I had ever got.” Durgesh announced.

He then again kissed Kħadījah openly fondling her Sunni Musalmān boobs from inside the shirt.

All the guys started enjoying the show.

Soon Kħadījah removed his hands and came near me.

Now every one knew that she does not have a panty underneath and started staring at her legs.

She sat on my lap a little tired.

She soon got up to fetch some drink for herself.

This part of the story was told by Kħadījah to me later:

As Kħadījah went to fetch a glass of wine; she sat on the table near the open bar.

She was relaxing after a surprisingly sexual day for the first time in her life after marriage.

She never had sex with any one other than her husband, after marriage.

And she was enjoying every minute of it.

As she was, about to come near the game again Durgesh just entered the bar.

He complimented her Sunni Musalmān beauty and Sunni Musalmān body, describing her Sunni Musalmān beauty.”

“I wish I could see your Sunni Musalmān boobs.”

Kħadījah felt sorry for the poor bachelor that he could not enjoy her any more.

But she felt like teasing him a lot.

Kħadījah was getting the kick of teasing the male gender overall using her oomph factor.

She said that she would not do that free.

Durgesh quickly took a thousand Rupees note again form his pocket and gave it to her.

Both of them did not see that the bartender was watching the entire scene but could not hear a bit of it.

She took Durgesh’s hand and got him out of the crowded bar.

It was almost evening and the bar area was crowded.

The only secure area in the beach was occupied by our guys.

Durgesh was getting tensed as if he was going to lose the opportunity because of this bloody crowd.

Kħadījah was trying hard to control her laughter seeing him.

After all, he was 2 years younger to her and looked like he did not have sex all his life.

I knew it was absolutely wrong.

Durgesh was, in fact, the most experienced male in sex, of us all.

Kħadījah immediately thought of the way to please Durgesh.

She did not want to cause stir in the crowd showing her assets in that area.

She could not show it to all her husband’s friends though she cruelly liked to show them.

She quickly thought of a plan to make Durgesh feel that she was worth his thousand.

“So where do you want to see my Sunni Musalmān boobs?” Kħadījah smiled at Durgesh.

Durgesh was visibly confused.

Everywhere there were people.

Kħadījah could see the caravan that was formed in his front was coming down.

She did not want to let that happen.

She quickly dragged him deep into the seawaters.

Kħadījah took him as far as they could go with water coming till their necks.

Now she removed her shirt and gave it to Durgesh.

No one from the beach could ever guess that there was a topless extremely beautiful Sunni Musalmān lady in the sea.

Durgesh was shocked with excitement even after he had already fucked my wife.

As he was hesitating now, Kħadījah quickly took his hands and covered her Sunni Musalmān boobs with them.

She then asked him to take care of her shirt.

As Durgesh started enjoying her Sunni Musalmān boobs, she quickly removed his short and caught his Hindu hardon.

She slowly took it closer to her Sunni Musalmān Pussy and started moving her hips to and fro.

She herself was surprised by her actions and Durgesh was on cloud 10 if there is one.

He could not ask for anything from a friend’s wife.

He knew that there was a drink called “Sex on beach”.

He never knew that there could be “sex in the sea”.

Both of them came out after she wore the shirt.

Being wet it clung to her Sunni Musalmān boobs and her shape was outlined to the entire crowd.

She was so happy that she did not care about any thing.

Both of them went to the bar to get some drink.

They sat on the stool.

The bartender bought him the juice.

He served her a glass of wine.

As he was giving the wine to her, he slowly whispered,

“I have some foreign customers who might be interested in you. Call me when you have time.” With that, he left his number near her.

Kħadījah was so exited that his proposal made her happier.

But she just kept the number in her pocket and smiled at him.

She saw Durgesh who was lighting the cigarette and took one cigarette from him.

She never smoked, but the excitement today was taking her to new heights.

Now the bartender came with the matchbox with the excuse of lighting the cigarette.

He lighted her cigarette and in the process complimented her extremely beautiful Sunni Musalmān body.

Kħadījah smiled devilishly at him.

As he went in, he whispered in her ear,

“By the way, this is the first time I had seen some one having sex in the sea. I would give my months salary to have an experience like that.”

Kħadījah did not understand how he could see her having sex in side the sea.

But she did not bother about it.

She felt proud of his comments.

Both Durgesh and Kħadījah started to go out.

As if remembering some thing she called the bartender,

“How much will you make per month?”

The bartender was surprised by her open nature.

He stammered,

“Just 5000, but another 10,000 in commissions.”

By now, Kħadījah knew what those commissions meant.

She winked at him and started back.

By the time they came near us, all of us got tired.

Every one became energetic as they saw my wife, Kħadījah.

I won three games after my wife, Kħadījah, left and was very happy.

Rām and Pratāp want to go to the club in the night for which I did not agree.

I felt very hot that I had the biggest craving to see my wife, Kħadījah, naked and have sex with her all night.

As we started packing our mats towards the hotel, Durgesh pulled my wife, Kħadījah, to kiss her.

He became very flirty treating her like his teenage Sunni Musalmān girl friend.

My wife, Kħadījah, smilingly said that she would charge him for any thing form now on.

With that all of us laughed.

As we went inside the room, I just pushed her to the bed and jumped on her.

Though she was tired, she just co-operated with me and we had a great climax.

As I moved out, I just saw that the door was open.

Durgesh came to the room for some thing, but started enjoying the scene.

Kħadījah tried to cover her body as she saw Durgesh.

Durgesh smiled telling,

“I have seen it already and enjoyed too.

And I have a mental frame of your Sunni Musalmān body in my mind.”

He invited all of us for dinner at the club.

We did not say yes or no , but just slept on the bed.

We woke up around 10 and I asked Kħadījah if she would like to go to the club.

She was in a superb mood and said yes which I did not expect.

She had a short skirt with see through top and looked like a knock out.

As we entered the club, we could find only Rām, Pratāp and Durgesh.

Pratāp had an excuse to be with his wife.

As we sat at the table, Durgesh started flirting again.

This time how ever Kħadījah was care ful not to let him touch her and acted her class.

As the drinks came, she once again started to lose her inhibitions as in the morning.

Knowing that, I told to the guys that I would take Durgesh to the hotel that was next door and come back.

Durgesh was having a talk.

As I left him in the hotel bed, he suddenly put a note in my hand telling that it is a tip for me for having such a sexy extremely beautiful Sunni Musalmān wife.

I was happy and started getting to the club.

By the time I got to the club, I saw my wife, Kħadījah, enjoying the smoke with the other two.

I never saw her smoke before, but did not say any thing.

For every thing, there is a start and she was starting every thing today.

As the moon light was on its peak, music started increasing and every one was on the dance floor.

Rām used this as a perfect chance and took my wife, Kħadījah, to dance.

She enjoyed his coziness.

Later they started to dance for a slow number hugging their bodies.

As the song was over both of them came to the table.

I was so aroused on seeing my wife, Kħadījah, in such erotic mood that I encouraged Rām to have a dance with her.

But Kħadījah had her own plans.

The day made her an evil spirit and she was ready to hit the jackpot of her Sunni Musalmān sexuality.