The Audacity 9

The Audacity 


Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

From Your Wife with Love

During one of our gatherings in a coffee house few months back, I told them both, about Salīm Jahāngīr’s lost sexual appetite and about how I was longing for sex.

Nāsirah Jalāluddīn playfully suggested I look for a lover while Nauhīd Sultān told me to have a talk with Salīm Jahāngīr.

I dismissed Nāsirah Jalāluddīn’s proposal as I have always wanted to be faithful to my husband.

I spoke to Salīm Jahāngīr the same night and he told me his work was taking too much of his energy and leaving him stressed out.

He told me to understand his situation and that he was planning to take a long vacation soon where he would be able to rekindle our lost passion.

That really made me feel good and I decided to wait.

Salīm Jahāngīr planned for a holiday in Japan a couple of months ago and I was very much overjoyed and looked forward to it.

Much to my disappointment and anger, he had to cancel it just three days before the holiday as some foreign business partners were coming for a visit.

He told me to wait for another 4 months and I knew I couldn’t.

I spoke to Nāsirah Jalāluddīn who again told me to find a Hindu lover to keep me sexually satisfied without hoping on my husband.

Salīm Jahāngīr was no hope now in her opinion.

Either he had lost interest in Nūrjahān Jahāngīr or in sex itself altogether.

Whatever the case was, Nūrjahān Jahāngīr had to try somewhere else if she really wants to get sex more in her rest of the life.

“Rest of the life?” Nūrjahān Jahāngīr blurted somewhat furiously, “What do you mean? I’m only 28 now. I’ve a long life ahead me. I don’t want to practice celibacy at all.”

“Then get a Hindu lover. ”

Hindu lover? But why Hindu lover? Why a Musalmān can’t—”

Nāsirah Jalāluddīn interrupted Nūrjahān Jahāngīr.

“You are a PhD. Are you not?”

Nūrjahān Jahāngīr smiled.

“You don’t think any Musalmān deserves a PhD Musalmān beloved? Do you, Nāsirah Jalāluddīn?”

Nāsirah Jalāluddīn watched her gravely.

“You are flying in an imaginary world. Come down to earth now.”

“What do you mean?”

“How many Musalmīn are PhD?”

Nūrjahān Jahāngīr fell from seventh sky.


“Yes. Most of the Musalmīn are either uneducated or under educated. They deliberately avoid to get ultra modern high education.”

“They don’t, their parents do.” Nūrjahān Jahāngīr argued one of her best friends.

Nāsirah Jalāluddīn and Nauhīd Sultān both were her PhD mates.

Nowadays Musalmān girls had improved themselves a lot.

They were not so against now getting ultra modern high education as the Musalmīn boys were.

Salīm Jahāngīr was not a PhD.

He was a MBA.

Nāsirah Jalāluddīn was serious this time and she even suggested introducing one of her lover’s friends to me.

I was still not ready for an extra marital affair and plainly said no to her.

I met Nauhīd Sultān soon after that who told me to spend a weekend with her as her husband was going outstation.

They had just moved to a new bungalow and Nauhīd Sultān was afraid to stay all alone.

I told this to Salīm Jahāngīr who agreed and I took my son along for a weekend with Nauhīd Sultān.

Nauhīd Sultān’s Hindu father in law who stays in a far away town paid a surprise visit that weekend.

He was a widower who often traveled around the country to visit all his four sons.

I had never seen him before and I was quite surprised that at the age of 62, he was still full of energy and possessed good looks with a strong Hindu body.

Nauhīd Sultān introduced me to him and I found out among other things that he was a regular Stavak that explained his great Hindu physique.

He was very easy to get along and proved to be very jovial especially with my son.

He was very good in talking and the three of us spent almost the whole Saturday evening listening to his ashvinātam stories.

I couldn’t help from thinking about him as I went to bed that night.

His Hindu body and his still boyish looks seemed nice and I found myself attracted to his voice too which sounded strong and commanding.

I compared him with my husband and realized Salīm Jahāngīr fared badly in almost all departments despite being 24 years younger.

Nauhīd Sultān’s Hindu father in law whom I called Uncle Durgesh was definitely a better man physically.

I found myself unable to sleep and as I got out of my room to help myself to a glass of water, I realized Uncle Durgesh  was still in the living room with all the windows open.

He was reading and upon seeing me, he put away the book.

He gave a boyish smile.

He was wearing a white singlet that showed strong muscular arms and a black Bermudas that exposed muscular calves.

I joined him by seating at a sofa right across him

We spoke about my family and I realized he was checking me out while listening.

I was dressed in a knee length white dress that did not reveal much of flesh but as I crossed my right leg, the skirt rode up and exposed much of my right thigh and calf.

I wanted to uncross my leg immediately but since it might look rude to him, decided to leave it as it is.

I placed my palm on my crossed thigh to stop my skirt from riding up further.

As I spoke, his eyes were moving very swiftly from my bosoms to my exposed thigh.

Though I felt uneasy, I kept on talking.

I suddenly realized that I was not wearing a bra and I wondered if he could see my breasts through my thin dress.


The lights were very dim so I sort of consoled myself that he won’t be able to see much though he may had seen the outline of my breasts and legs as I walked in to the living room.

It sort of made me feel sexy and I felt slight sensations in myself.

His roaming Hindu eyes continued to cause some heat in myself and I realized my Panjvaqtah Namāzī Sunni Musalmān Choot was beginning to get wet.

This old Hindu man was definitely stimulating me and I was beginning to enjoy it.

He then spoke about his other experiences in life and I found myself drawn to his commanding voice.

He then stopped abruptly and left to the kitchen.

Though I was enjoying every bit of this conversation with him, I did not want to project myself as a horny woman to him.

I uncrossed my leg and crossed the other while adjusting my skirt so as not to show much of my thigh.

I also checked if my breasts were visible from the thin dress I wore but I was quite unsure.

Uncle Durgesh returned with two glasses of fresh milk and offered one to me that I gladly took.

I took a sip and left it on the side table while he sat in place again.

I checked the time and it was already 3.10 am.

I thought if I should just go to bed since it was very late but I was enjoying his conversations so much that I decided to stay awhile more.

Furthermore, I was still not feeling sleepy.


He then spoke about his Saůūdī Årab Panjvaqtah Namāzī Wahābī Musalmān  wife and all those wonderful moments they shared.

He proved to be a very loving husband too.

His wonderful Hindu charm and Hindu personality caused some attraction towards him.

I suddenly wished my husband was like Uncle Durgesh, full of energy and stamina with a wonderful outlook on life.

In order not to build up more fascination, I told him it was getting late and that I would catch up with him in the morning.

I clearly saw the look of disappointment in his face as I got up to leave.

I was feeling bad to leave him alone too, but not attempted to show my emotions.

Back in my room, I realized my Panjvaqtah Namāzī Sunni Musalmān Choot was very moist and realized dear Uncle Durgesh  had turned me on so much with all his gazes and talks, without even touching me.

I still felt some heat in my body and my nipples were hard too.

I wondered if that was a good time for me to get on bed and masturbate myself to orgasm.

It is an old habit I learnt when I was in my teens and though I don’t do it regularly, recent sexual inactivity with my husband has caused me to masturbate more often.

There was no other way for me to release the heavy sexual tension I often feel.

I masturbated that night with my 2 year old son deep asleep beside me.

It really felt so good.

Uncle Durgesh was the object of my fantasy that night and my session ended with a sweet wonderful orgasm.

I tasted my wet fingers as I always do after masturbating.

The sensations were just great.

I met Uncle Durgesh again for breakfast.

Nauhīd Sultān had prepared some fried noodles and soup.

Nauhīd Sultān looked fresh unlike me who looked so sleepy.

I had only gone to bed at four in the morning.

Even the morning bath did not help to freshen me up.

Uncle Durgesh told Nauhīd Sultān that I had accompanied him till early morning, listening to more ashvinātam  stories and Nauhīd Sultān was surprised.

My husband called me soon after that and told me to be back home as his friends from work were paying us a visit later.

I actually wanted to spend the whole day there.

I left Nauhīd Sultān’s place with my son after having light lunch with them.

I didn’t have the heart to leave.

Uncle Durgesh  had clearly made a very good impression in my heart and my wicked mind continued to form all sort of perverted thoughts of him and me.

As I drove back home, my erect nipples and the warmth in my loins both sent a clear signal to me, that I was sexually attracted to Uncle Durgesh.

Vallah, what a Hindu!


The house cleaner had already prepared drinks and some meals for our visitors when I got back home.

The four men were almost the same age as my husband and one similarity I noticed in all of them was that they all look exhausted and stressed out.

I had met them several times before and so it was no big deal having them at home.

I actually could not concentrate much on our visitors as I still kept thinking of Uncle Durgesh.

None of these men could match or even come close to the charm and persona of Uncle Durgesh .

He was simply a class apart and I wished my husband was more like him – strong, muscular and active.

I felt envy of Nauhīd Sultān immediately for having such a hot looking man for a father in law.

I wished I was in her shoes the least.

As I kept thinking of her Hindu father in law, I realized that no man had ever captured my fascination or even turned me on so quickly without any form of physical activity as much as Uncle Durgesh .

I felt my desire in him building up.

I knew it was very wrong but no matter how hard I tried; Uncle Durgesh  was still fresh in my mind and heart.

I decided to talk this over to someone.

Nāsirah Jalāluddīn would be the only right person as there was no way I could tell this to Nauhīd Sultān.

I left the men in the living room and made a phone call to Nāsirah Jalāluddīn’s mobile phone from my room.

I did not start talking about him immediately.

We indulged in some usual talk about our household but knowing me for so long, Nāsirah Jalāluddīn knew from my voice there was something troubling my mind.

I told her about my weekend at Nauhīd Sultān’s place and about Uncle Durgesh  too.

Nāsirah Jalāluddīn showed so much of interest and she was surprised that I found myself falling for a much older Hindu man.

I told her I was surprised too as I had never felt this way before.

Nāsirah Jalāluddīn had never met Uncle Durgesh  too and expressed her desire in meeting him soon that made me uneasy.

I suddenly felt Uncle Durgesh  was solely mine and I will never allow any other woman to get close to him.

I asked her advice anyway on what I need to do and she plainly told me to wait and see for the next few days if the feelings go away.

“Okay…what if it does?”

“Then it was just a strong infatuation. Forget about the whole thing then. It’s simple!” Nāsirah Jalāluddīn said.

“What if it doesn’t, Nāsirah Jalāluddīn?,” I asked.

“Hmm…then maybe you should go to the next level,” she answered.

“What is the next level?,” I asked.

I heard her giggling.

I knew she was going to tell me something wicked.

“Get to know him. Go out with him. End up in bed with him!!! What else?!” she replied.

“It sounds so simple to you Nāsirah Jalāluddīn but it isn’t,” I said. “What about Nauhīd Sultān? What if she knows? It will kill our friendship!”

“No it wouldn’t, Nūrjahān Jahāngīr. If Nauhīd Sultān is indeed our friend, she will understand your predicament. I know Nauhīd Sultān quite well. She may be the goody goody type of girl but she is very … you know … understanding and tolerant to such matters. If you are afraid anyway…then maybe you can do it very discreetly,” she advised.

“I don’t know Nāsirah Jalāluddīn. I had never stopped thinking of him the whole night night and day! I wonder if he feels the same way like I do. Allah, Yā Allaaaaah! Oh god… Durgesh, even at his sixty two, has turned me on so much!”

“I understand. With you not having serviced properly, I don’t think you can ever stop thinking of him. You are a sexually frustrated woman, Nūrjahān Jahāngīr. Its time you do something about it. I know your marriage policies…no adultery…no screwing around…no fooling around…but please…for once…do something that really makes you happy. Go for it.”

Go for it.

Those only three words lingered in my mind that night.

Should I go for it?

I was still unsure.

Uncle Durgesh  was going to be at Nauhīd Sultān’s place for another week and I may get another opportunity to spend time with him.

Opportunity came somewhere in the afternoon the very next day.

My husband called me up from his workplace to say he was going to a nearby city for some trade talks the next day and he may need to stay out for at least 2 nights.

I told him I’d get Nauhīd Sultān to stay with me till he returns home.

He said okay.

I called Nauhīd Sultān immediately and asked if she could accompany me for two days at my place.

She said it was not possible as her father in law was still at home but invited me to stay in her house again.

This was what I hoped for.

My husband returned home very late that night.

We didn’t speak much.

He left very early the next day after packing his clothes.

I told my house cleaner I need to be in my friend’s house for a couple of days and asked her if it was okay I left my son in her care.

She had no problems at all and I left to Nauhīd Sultān’s place by afternoon after reminding my house cleaner to call me immediately if there was any problem.

I called Nāsirah Jalāluddīn on the way and she knew I was overjoyed.

I was definitely overjoyed except for a part of me that actually felt guilty.

I just hoped I was doing the right thing.

Nauhīd Sultān was happy to have me in her house again but Uncle Durgesh  had left to visit some of his friends and would only return later at night.

We sort of cooked a meal together and ate while watching a movie.

Nauhīd Sultān almost wanted to invite Nāsirah Jalāluddīn but I stopped her from doing so by giving some excuse that Nāsirah Jalāluddīn needs to be with her in laws that evening.

Nāsirah Jalāluddīn can be a flirt sometimes and I wanted Uncle Durgesh  for myself.

There was no way I will ever share him with another woman if he ever becomes mine.

I spoke about him to Nauhīd Sultān and told her how lucky she is to have such a wonderful man for a father in law.

She grinned widely and admitted her father in law was very kind hearted and a very good conversationalist.

I told her I was very fascinated by his talks that made me stay up so late just to listen to his stories.

“I guess you’ll be staying up late again tonight! I told him you will be around for 2 or 3 days and he did look happy to hear that,” she said.

“I don’t know. I wonder if he had any more of his ashvinātam  stories to tell!”

“You can talk about almost anything to him and not just ashvinātam stories! He is very open,” she said.

I knew Nauhīd Sultān had no suspicion over my real intentions.

She actually thought I was merely being friendly to her Hindu father in law.

I wondered where our close friendship will go if she ever come to know the real feelings I felt for her Hindu father in law.

The man of my fantasy returned home at about nine that evening.

I was very happy to see him again and knew instantly from his wide smile that he felt the same.

He was sweet enough to buy back few boxes of chocolates for us.

We had dinner together and I caught him glancing at me many times.

We all then sat in the sofa and ate the chocolates he bought while watching television.

Nauhīd Sultān then sat on the carpeted floor resting her back against the sofa with her legs stretched out.

I was still seated on the sofa with both my legs tucked underneath.

Uncle Durgesh  was seated at a far corner towards my right and I could see from the corner of my eyes that he continued to steal glances at me.

I wore a white tee and a pair of blue jeans.

I knew I was not exposing much of myself and I wanted to do that much later after Nauhīd Sultān leaves to bed.

She wore a pair of loose pants and a sleeveless red blouse.

As I was seated right behind her on the sofa above, I could see her cleavage very clearly.

I leaned forward while resting my palms on her shoulders and looked down.

She was not wearing a bra.

Her father in law was obviously sitting far away to notice her cleavage but I was sure he must have seen it at the dining table earlier.

I turned towards Uncle Durgesh  repeatedly to look at him and he too turned to look.

I was flirting with him and wanted to send clear signals to him that I want to get closer to him, provided he wants to as well.

After few minutes of silence, Nauhīd Sultān got up and said she was feeling too tired to stay awake anymore.

She left to her room after wishing us both good night.

Now it was just her father in law and me.

As soon as I heard Nauhīd Sultān closing her room door, I got up as well and walked to my room.

Uncle Durgesh  thought I was going to bed too but I told him I was going to change my attire.

I returned to the living room dressed in a pink tee and a long baggy pant.

I was not wearing a bra underneath.

Uncle Durgesh  got up to switch on the dim lights.

He then switched off the air condition and proceeded to the windows.

He opened a few windows and I felt the cold air from outside blowing in.

He sat on a stool.

He smiled at me.

I returned his smile.

I was seated on the sofa watching television.

I looked at him and he pointed towards the sofa right next to him.

I knew he was telling me to go sit there.

I got up and walked towards him.

I stood very close to him and he watched me. He looked deep into my eyes, moved his eyes all the way down to my feet, and looked back at me.

I sat at the sofa near to him.

I wondered what he thought about me but it did not take long for me to find out.

“It’s nice to have you in this house, Nūrjahān Jahāngīr,” he said.

I turned to look at him and smilingly said,

“It’s good to be here with the two of you too…I would have been bored and lonely at home.”

“When is your husband coming back?” he asked.

I already told him earlier and I wondered why he was asking me that again.

“2 days time, uncle.”

He got up to move closer to me.

He pulled the stool along and sat just few inches away from my sofa.

He was facing me directly now.

I felt my heart beating real fast and wondered where this was going.

“You know Nūrjahān Jahāngīr…I am a man who don’t hide my feelings and thoughts. I prefer being direct to a person rather than …you know…keep them to myself which may lead to much confusion and waste of time.”

I knew he must had understood my wicked intentions and wondered how he was going to make his moves.

My palms were mildly wet from sweat and my heart was beating even faster now.

I didn’t know what to tell him so I just kept quiet.

He continued to look deep into my eyes which made me real weak.

“I know what you want, Nūrjahān Jahāngīr.”

I didn’t know what to say.

My throat was dry and I just couldn’t find the right words to say.

He continued to look at me and I bowed my head down.

I wondered if he really knew what I want.

“No…look up. Look at me Nūrjahān Jahāngīr,” he said.

I looked up at him.

He had a serious look on his face now.

“I see a longing in your eyes, Nūrjahān Jahāngīr. I saw it the other day. I see it now.”

I gave a weak smile.

I wondered if he could read my mind.

“What do you mean, Uncle Durgesh?”

He grinned at me and nodded his head.

“We both know what I mean, Nūrjahān Jahāngīr. You are a very attractive woman. You may appear happy but we both know you are not. Am I right to say your husband does not appreciate you? Am I right to say you are frustrated…sexually?”

I felt my heart sink.

I wondered if Nauhīd Sultān had told him about my husband’s loss of interest in having sex with me.

I looked deep into his eyes and felt some sort of warmth building inside me.

“Well…I don’t know what to say uncle. Did Nauhīd Sultān say anything to you?”

“No…not at all. Nauhīd Sultān never spoke about any of your personal life, trust me. I can see for myself. The longing in your eyes…shows me you long for some love.”

I continued to look at Uncle Durgesh.

He obviously read my mind correctly.

I gave him a weak smile and bowed my head again.

“Nūrjahān Jahāngīr…you are a very beautiful woman.”

I looked up at him and saw so much of love and hope in his eyes.

I felt nice hearing him say that.

“That is sweet, uncle. Thank you,” I said.

“There is more, dear,” he said.”I just can’t stop thinking of you, Nūrjahān Jahāngīr. I am afraid I had developed a strong desire for you. My instincts tell me you too…have some sort of desire for me though you may not admit!”

I was certainly lost for words again.

I didn’t know it would be this easy.

Uncle Durgesh  had openly expressed his desire for me and was now waiting for my turn to do so.

Admitting it to him would mean the end of my faithfulness to my husband and the beginning of adultery.

There was a moment of silence.

I looked down and thought real hard.

My feelings and desires for him were obviously strong.

Deep inside me, I wanted Uncle Durgesh  very badly.

I looked up at him and wished I could say it out but I couldn’t.

“Nūrjahān Jahāngīr…I want you very badly. I will keep you very happy and satisfied. Trust me on this,” he said.

He moved closer to me and placed his palm on my knee.

My right hand instantly found his hand and grabbed it tightly.

We looked at each other in silence for awhile.

Uncle Durgesh  brought his face close to mine and gave a soft peck on my right cheek.

I looked down instantly.

I knew then there was no turning back.

He gave more soft kisses on my cheek and brought his lips to my ears.

I felt his soft kisses on my earlobes and my grip on his hand tightened.

I realised Nauhīd Sultān was just upstairs and my whole world would come crashing down on me if she catches us in such an act.

I pushed him away and got up.

He got up as well and embraced me tightly.

He continued with his kisses and I felt so good and so safe in his overpowering Hindu embrace.

Despite the fear of being caught, I actually hugged him so tight.

“Uncle…please…not here. Nauhīd Sultān is upstairs!” I managed to say.

He stopped his kisses and looked at me wildly.

I saw passion in his eyes that I had never seen before.

He then brought his lips to mine and for the first time, kissed me on my mouth.

We must have kissed for almost a minute.

His kisses felt so good and I wondered why my husband had never kissed me this way before.

I opened my mouth and felt his tongue darting inside.

I felt his tongue on mine and as we entangled in some hot wet kissing, I felt both his hands on my butt.

He rubbed them hard as if he was gonna rip my butt cheeks apart and it felt good.

He moved his face down towards my chest and kissed me all over through my blouse.

My hands had a tight grip on his head, keeping it crushed on my chest but the thought of Nauhīd Sultān being upstairs came back to me.

I pushed him away and reminded him again we can never do all that in the living room.

Uncle Durgesh  looked at me and asked,

“Are you suggesting we go back to our room?”

I nodded in agreement.

I did feel a little shameful over my surrender to his sexual needs so easily but at that moment, I wanted him so badly and I needed him to fill me up with whatever he got.

I knew I was dripping down there and I could feel my nipples being so hard over the arousal.

“Your room or mine? You decide,” he said.

His hands were still feeling my butt.

“Yours uncle.”

I followed him to his room.

I just hoped Nauhīd Sultān was in a very deep slumber and also hoped whatever noise we make does not wake her up.

I can be loud during sex but I had to control my vocals that night.


Uncle Durgesh  locked his room door.

I stood by his huge bed looking at him.

He walked towards his bed with a huge grin and sat on it.

He pulled me closer to him and made me stand facing him in between his spread legs.

He placed his hands on my butt again and caressed them.

I looked down at him and wondered if I should take off my attire to get on with business.

“You are simply luscious. You have so much of heat in your body. I felt your loins while feeling your gorgeous Sunni Musalmān ass and you are certainly being very wet down there!”

I felt so awkward over his words but they did not stop me from placing my hands on his head again and bringing him closer to my waist.

“You must be real horny, Nūrjahān Jahāngīr. Don’t worry…I will take care of you from now on.”

I nodded my head.

I knew he was going to take care of me.

“When did you last have sex?”

I was silent.

I wondered why he had to ask me that.

He surprised me suddenly by repeating the question but very much louder this time.

“Oh…months ago.”

“Months?! Oh goodness…your husband is a fool. Don’t you ever get horny without all that sex, Nūrjahān Jahāngīr?”

He moved his hands from my butt way down to the back of my knees through my pants.

“I do.”

“I guessed so. What do you do when you get horny?”

I was silent again.

He looked up at me and placed his cheek on my tummy.

“TELL ME! What do you do?!”

That gave me another surprise.

I looked at him with a bit of worry now.


“AH…what? Bathe? Nah…Don’t lie. Be truthful”

“No…I bathe. Really!” I lied.

There was no need for me to tell him that I masturbate.

“Oh okay. So you don’t pleasure yourself by putting your sweet tiny fingers into your cunt?”

The word ‘cunt’ was a filthy, obscene word which I had never used before but to hear him use it to describe my Panjvaqtah Namāzī Sunni Musalmān Choot sent a wild tingling sensation.

“No uncle. I don’t,” I lied again.

He smiled at me and moved back to lie on his bed.

He pulled me along and pushed me right beside him.

He then pulled me on top of him and spent the next few minutes in some hot passionate kissing.

He then pushed me away and got down from his bed.

He told me to stay on bed.

He left to the attached bathroom and returned seconds later.

He looked at me wildly and grinned.

“Remove all your clothes, Nūrjahān Jahāngīr. I want to see you naked!”


His request was more like a command to me.

I got down from the bed and while turning away from him, pulled out my tee.

I then pulled down my looses pants and as my bare butt was revealed to him, I heard him gasp and say,

“My goodness. Your butt looks so sweet, Nūrjahān Jahāngīr!”

I did feel ashamed over his lewd remark but it excited me as well.

I still stood with my back facing him with my clothes in my hands.

“Turn around, Nūrjahān Jahāngīr. Let me see your front!,” he commanded.

I turned slowly with my head looking down and as he looked at me in total nakedness, I felt so wicked and nasty.

I heard further gasps from him.

“Oohh..look at you. You are such a magnificent Musalmān woman, Nūrjahān Jahāngīr. Your Musalmān husband is indeed a fucking idiot!”

That sent another wild sensation into me and I instantly looked up at him.

He had a wide grin on his face and he stood with his arms folded against his chest.

“Look at your Panjvaqtah Namāzī Sunni Musalmān Choot …beautifully shadd…your milky…so white…wah…you are indeed a beauty, Nūrjahān Jahāngīr!”

I managed to smile at him.

I moved closer to him but he stopped me.

“No…stay where you are. I want you to do something for me.”

I was puzzled.

I wondered what else he wanted.

“What, uncle?”

“Sit on the bed”

I sat.

He came closer to me and stood right before me.

“Open your legs. Spread them apart.”

I spread my legs slowly and his eyes were fixed on my bare Panjvaqtah Namāzī Sunni Musalmān Choot.

He came closer to stand in between my legs.

His Hindu crotch was just inches away from my face and I looked up at him, waiting for his next request or shall I say, order.

“Pull down my shorts, Nūrjahān Jahāngīr. You may see my Uncut Hindu Lund now. Let me warn you though…it’s big!”

I was amused upon hearing that but I did not attempt to show it.

I pulled down his shorts wondering just how big his Uncut Hindu Lund was going to be and then…

I saw.

It stood just inches away in all its glory.

It was big as he said and looked so thick and meaty.

I held it tightly and my hand looked so tiny.

Never before, I had seen such a huge Uncut Hindu Lund in my life.

I saw some pre cum oozing out as his thick Uncut Hindu Lund throbbed in my bare Sunni Musalmān hands.

I wondered if I should take in my mouth but feared it might tear my lips.

I chose to wait for his order.

“Big. Don’t you think so?”

“Yes uncle. Big. Very big.’

“You like it, Nūrjahān Jahāngīr?”

“Yes uncle.”

“Is your husband’s as big as mine? I don’t think so. Is it at least half the size of mine?” he asked with a smile.

“No…not as big as yours, uncle. Slightly smaller. Yours is big. I wonder if I can take it in!”

I began stroking his huge Uncut Hindu Lund slowly.

It really felt good in my hands and I wanted to have it inside me.

“You can take it in Nūrjahān Jahāngīr, I am sure! Tonight you are going to get fucked properly…as never before!”

“Yes uncle. That’s what I’ve come here again, for.”

“You want my big hard Uncut Hindu Lund inside you, Nūrjahān Jahāngīr?”

“Yes uncle…I do, very much.” I said.

“Before that…don’t you want to have it in your Panjvaqtah Namāzī extremely beautiful Sunni Musalmān mouth, Nūrjahān Jahāngīr?!”

“Yes I do, uncle,” I said as I opened my mouth wide enough to take in his Uncut Hindu Lund.

I could only take in its head and I knew I would choke if I took it further in.

I ran my tongue all over its shining red head while my hand continued stroking.

Uncle Durgesh  had one hand on the back of my head and he was pushing it to take in his Uncut Hindu Lund further.

I had to stop several times to take in some air.

Uncle Durgesh‘s Uncut Hindu Lund was simply gigantic and only then I realized how small my husband’s cut Musalmān nūnī was.

Even both my previous boyfriends’ Uncut Hindu Lunds were small too now that I had seen and felt Uncle Durgesh‘s.

He then made me go on all fours on his bed.

He said it would be easier for him to push in his Uncut Hindu Lund fully inside.

I was in the highest state of arousal and I couldn’t wait to have his Uncut Hindu Lund inside me.

I felt its huge head on the opening my Panjvaqtah Namāzī Sunni Musalmān Choot.

He rubbed its head along my narrow Musalmān slit and very gently, pushed it in.

I did feel some pain but my excitement and lewd desires made me feel very good.

He pushed his Uncut Hindu Lund as much as he could and I felt his huge Uncut Hindu Lund stretching my Panjvaqtah Namāzī Sunni Musalmān Choot to its maximum.

My hole was tightly filled up and I actually felt his Uncut Hindu Lund growing even bigger inside me!


Yā Allaaaaah!

He pumped me real good and I buried my face on the pillow as my Sunni Musalmān ass was raised high up on the air.

I didn’t know sex felt that good before.

Uncle Durgesh  fucked me really good.

His powerful Hindu thrusts were so powerful and he managed to get his whole Uncut Hindu Lund inside me.

I finally reached my climax that was simply the best orgasm I had ever experienced.

I wanted to moan with pleasure but I couldn’t.

Uncle Durgesh  reached his climax awhile later and spurted out his Hindu sperm all inside my bare Panjvaqtah Namāzī Sunni Musalmān Choot, deepest.

I took in his Uncut Hindu Lund inside my mouth again and managed to lick clean some of his leftover Hindu semen.

My Sunni Musalmān Choot felt so sticky and wet with all his Hindu juices.

We rolled on the bed together like some couple in love.

We kissed for a long time.

And I surprised Durgesh by licking him all the way down.

My tongue felt so good on his Uncut Hindu Lund  and I reached my orgasm the moment I felt my tongue on his butt hole.

The feeling was just too wonderful.

We were simply exhausted after all that and as we embraced each other tightly, I heard him whisper,

“The next time…I want to shoot my Hindu sperm all over your Panjvaqtah Namāzī Sunni Musalmān Choot once again…and you go back home and let your husband lick your Panjvaqtah Namāzī Sunni Musalmān Choot clean.”

I heard myself say, smiling broadly,

“Yes Durgesh darling! Méré Hindu Piyā! Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt! Hum Musalmān ħasīnāonHindu Kħasam! Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties! !”

We were together in bed till about 4 in the morning.

I had to leave back to my room to avoid being caught by Nauhīd Sultān when she wakes up.

Though there was a lack of sleep, I felt extremely satisfied in the morning.

Though a part of me did feel guilty and shameful, a greater part of me enjoyed every moment of sex with Durgesh  earlier.

I felt I did the right thing by allowing myself to be taken by him.

The three of us met for breakfast and I got excited the moment I saw my new Hindu lover.

Nauhīd Sultān had no idea of what happened the night before and I was determined to keep it a secret from her.

I vowed to be very discreet over this.

Durgesh and I had no chance to be together that whole day since Nauhīd Sultān was with us.

We basically cooked a meal and baked a pie in the evening.

We watched few movies at home and the moment Nauhīd Sultān left for a bath, Durgesh and myself managed to have a marathon in the living room itself.

To hell if anyone caught us red handed even.


I was excited the whole day due to the wild excitement the night before and as I lay on the carpeted floor, Durgesh  came on top of me and fucked me real hard.

The fear of getting caught by Nauhīd Sultān who may had walked out from her room anytime made it more exciting.

Durgesh  shot his Hindu semen all inside my bare Sunni Musalmān Choot once again as he had promised already.

We kissed passionately for a while after that and I got to taste his Hindu semen.

Durgesh  told me he will shoot all his Hindu load inside my Panjvaqtah Namāzī Sunni Musalmān mouth the next time and I told him okay.

I had never done that before though I had watched such scenes in porn movies.

I left for my bathe immediately after that.

Nauhīd Sultān stayed awake for a long time that night and it only frustrated me.

I badly wanted her father in law’s big Uncut Hindu Lund inside me again.

The moment she left to sleep, we both left to our rooms too.

I refreshed myself with a shower and went to Durgesh‘s room immediately.

He was already in bed waiting for me in the nude.

I undressed myself and joined him.

He took his time kissing each part of my body right from my head down to my toes.

I was already in fire the moment he started kissing my Panjvaqtah Namāzī Sunni Musalmān Choot.

He fingered my dripping Panjvaqtah Namāzī Sunni Musalmān Choot awhile and lubricated my butt hole with my vaginal fluid.

As we were entangled in hot passionate kissing, he suddenly pushes his Uncut Hindu Lund  into my butt hole.

I felt a sudden pain and gasped.

He continued to probe his Uncut Hindu Lund  in and though it felt painful, I actually felt some lewd excitement over the perverted act.

No one had ever put in his Uncut Hindu Lund  into my butt hole before.

Durgesh  kept telling me I had a very tight butt hole but finally, he managed to get half his Uncut Hindu Lund  in.

He fucked my butt hole very gently and I enjoyed it very much.

I couldn’t wait to get fucked anymore as I was aroused to the maximum.

I pleaded to him to be fucked.

He insisted on fucking my butt hole after all that and made me shiver with excitement.

It was very satisfying.

I could not take it anymore.

I managed to pull him on top of me and held his Uncut Hindu Lund to place it on my wet Panjvaqtah Namāzī Sunni Musalmān Choot.

He pushed it slowly and I held him tight with my legs spread as wide as I could.

His Uncut Hindu Lund went all the way inside me and I could not help myself from making soft moans this time.

It really felt so damn good.

We fucked wildly and even changed positions few times.

Durgesh  knew how to withhold his ejaculation that made me enjoy his fucking to the full.

He finally told me he was going to shoot his Hindu semen very soon and I immediately told him to place his Uncut Hindu Lund in my mouth as I wanted him to shoot all his Hindu load in my mouth.

He finally erupted so powerfully and I swallowed every single drop of his Hindu semen.

I felt my own orgasm building up inside me as I licked Durgesh‘s Uncut Hindu Lund clean.

It was so powerful and satisfying.

Sex had never felt that good before.

Durgesh promised me ultimately to visit me regularly to fuck me as much as I needed.

Vallah, What a Hindu!

He himself came with me this time to leave me to my home.

Allah, Durgesh kept fucking me all the way to my home.

He stayed with me at our hometown for a complete month.

I was overwhelmed.

Durgesh fucked me 24×7 for the whole month.

We gave my husband our son after nine months.

Poor Salīm Jahāngīr thought erroneously it was his baby.

Durgesh and I laughed as my son was exact carbon copy of Durgesh.

And why not?

It was Durgesh’s son from me, after all.

Chapter 10

1. More Creative Adult Sex in English from Durgesh

2.Durgesh in Hindi/Urdu

3. Science Fiction

4. On History

5. Commentary on Ved

6. On Hinduism

7. On Islam

The Audacity 8

The Audacity 


Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Don’t cry Ammījān

Our Live in relationship was headed for the rocks.

Oh, it wasn’t that Durgesh and I had ceased to love each other, far from it.

We still shared many, many things, spent lots of time together, and we still laughed a lot.

It was all because of that damned operation; my sexuality carved away by the surgeon’s knife.

Imagine my life with a hypersexual after that.

I wanted to compete with other Musalmān Beauties surrounding Durgesh 24x7x365.

I was defeating them successfully too.

I was more beautiful than they were.

I had more lust for Durgesh than they had.

I was smarter than they were.

I had more brains than they had.

Yet now with my sexuality carved away, they had started winning over me.

Yes, I was still more beautiful than them, but I was not so hot anymore as I was before the bloody operation.

Our love life was so great before that happened.

I welcomed Durgesh into my eager Saůūdī Årab Panjvaqtah Namāzī Wahābī Musalmān body at least three or four times a week, often more.

I adored the way the greatest Hindu lover of all times, of us Musalmān Beauties, made me feel, opening me up, filling me to overflowing, and deliciously driving us both to orgasm.

And that was after twenty-two years together!

Our Live in relationship lasted even after nonstop efforts to break it from communal Musalmīn.

They felt humiliated that I left my ardent Musalmān husband, Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī, to live with Durgesh in Live in relationship.

“Are you crazy, Ruqayyah Ashraf Muħammad?” my best friend, Danīs Ibrāhīm scolded me.

I smiled.

“I am not the only one that shares Durgesh’s love for us Musalmān Beauties. There are countless more already.”

My best friend, Danīs Ibrāhīm looked at me seriously,

“I never left my husband, Waħīduddīn. My extra marital affair with Durgesh is still secret.”

“Waħīduddīn Qādir would kill you when he’d find you are deceiving him.”

My best friend, Danīs Ibrāhīm laughed.

“I was not born yesterday. Waħīduddīn Qādir cannot even touch me.”

Now I felt nothing, not from his fingers, nor from his tongue, nor from his spectacular, stunning, legendary unique Uncut Hindu Lund, we all the Musalmān Beauties dream of ever.

I was an empty shell now, a nonentity, a has-been.

I tried faking it, but that was no good.

Durgesh knew me too well.

We went to counseling where the therapist vainly tried to convince me that sexual pleasure is all in the head.

Even if she was right, her advice was an utter waste of time!

I tried arousing myself with masturbation, a previously frequent and much enjoyed pastime, but even that did not work.

That I was now incomplete as a woman had killed something inside me.

Instead every effort of Durgesh that he could conceal it from me, I knew Durgesh started to get impatient, emptying himself into my unresponsive body as quickly has he could and then pulling out to roll over and go to sleep.

I could not deny him his relief.

I loved him too much.

To make myself ready, my natural lubrication being no longer willing to flow, I prepared every night with K-Y and lay waiting for him in case he wanted to have me.

But that was not enough for Durgesh.

Quite understandably, he wanted me back again; the old me, the passionate Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab  Wahābī Musalmān love partner who lusted after him as much as he wanted me.

Durgesh stopped using me gradually.

Yes, he was still very kind.

But I didn’t want his kindness.

I wanted his love.

He faked it for me.

But I was not a fool enough that I couldn’t differentiate between a faked and real love.

He began to withdraw into himself.

It was only a matter of time before he started to look elsewhere.

Our Live in relationship was headed for the rocks.

It was our custom to eat dinner quite early in the evening, usually as soon as Durgesh finished the afternoon chores around the farm.

My daughter, Tasbīħ Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī, would then finish her University assignments in her room while I supervised the clearing of the dishes and planned the next day’s work.

Tasbīħ Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī was a Professor now at the University.

She was twenty-eight.

We, Ammī and daughter both always loved music playing, or the radio…

Tasbīħ Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī shot me a perplexed little frown as she walked past me on her way to bed.

In answer to my unspoken question, she shot a glance back at Durgesh and then hurried from the room.

It was an unusually hot night.

Durgesh, clad only in a pair of boxer shorts, had been sitting at the kitchen table reading the newspaper when my daughter from my husband, Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī, came to give him his usual goodnight hug.

Now he was stood beside his chair with his head hung low, and an enormous Hindu erection tenting the front of his shorts.

Well, Tasbīħ Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī, I thought ruefully, you are grown up now!

Perhaps you should come and give my Live in relationship Partner his hug before you change into a filmy nightie like the one you have on tonight?

I followed my daughter to her room.

She was already in bed when I arrived, covered by just a sheet – it was too hot for anything more.

For the first time in several years, I sat down on the edge of her mattress and began to stroke the cascade of flame red hair that spilled out over her pillow.

Kids grow up so quickly; it was hard to believe.

“My Live in relationship Partner, Durgesh‘s pretty embarrassed about what happened in there, Tasbīħ Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī. Don’t think too badly of him…”

Tasbīħ Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī flushed and moved her legs beneath the sheet.

“I’m not angry with him Ammījān! I’m just surprised…and a little shocked, I suppose…that he…”

“Got an erection?”

She nodded.

“Is this the first time it’s happened?”

“With Durgesh? With me? Yes, I think so. I’ve suspected sometimes, but this is the first time I’ve really felt it as…”


She giggled, “Yes…!”

Oh dear, I thought.

Ok, my girl, perhaps it’s about time you learned more of the facts of life and living.

And it’s a bit of a worry that you seem so naïve, especially living on a farm where it’s quite common to see animals copulating and giving birth.

But I guess you don’t get much chance to date boys living all the way out here.

I wonder if it’s because you’re my only child and my Live in relationship Partner and I protect you too much.

Certainly, if you had brothers you’d be more aware.

But Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī couldn’t give any son to any of his women.

His intense hate for the non Musalmīn and consequent terrorism he resorted to, had killed a real man inside him, long past.

I had noted that most of the terrorist Musalmīn were incapable to give any son to any one of their women.

Perhaps Allah punished them for their gross anti human activities.

I took a deep breath…

“Tasbīħ Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī, you are a beautiful young woman with a figure to die for. Any red-blooded man would get excited if you snuggled up to him dressed only in a thin nightdress. My Live in relationship Partner’s only human, he must have been able to feel every curve…”

“So, it’s my fault, is it? That’s not fair! Ammījān, he’s your Live in relationship Partner! I’m not his daughter but at least he knows I’m your daughter. Doesn’t he? Surely he shouldn’t react like that?”

“Yes, my darling, he is my Live in relationship Partner. But he is still a man…and a very virile man at that. Plus, he is, how shall I put it…lonely in my company …?”

“Lonely? I don’t understand…”

“Yes, a special kind of “lonely” that men sometimes feel…”

So I sat and stroked my daughter’s silky tresses and explained at length how my total hysterectomy had taken away my sex drive and that, now that I was unable to have those kinds of feeling for him anymore, my Live in relationship Partner and I were slowly drifting apart.

When my account ended, Tasbīħ Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī thanked me for being so open with her and then pulled me down for a long hug.

I kissed her goodnight and left.

Durgesh was sitting, back at the table, reading, when I returned to the kitchen.

He was no longer hard.

“How’s Tasbīħ Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī?” he asked gravely, “I tried to avoid hugging her but— Ruqayyah Ashraf Muħammad, you must tell her that she is twenty eight now. She is a Professor. She is an extremely beautiful Saůūdī Årab Panjvaqtah Namāzī Wahābī Musalmān young woman. She should not hug me like that. Sometimes when I’m erect I feel so awkward—”

“She understands now…don’t worry. I’ve explained it to her. She’s not mad at you…”

“Thank you for that, yet—”

“It’s alright, Durgesh. It happens sometimes inadvertently, when we are not prepared for it. I said, I’ve explained it to her. She does not mind now. Relax.”

“Ruqayyah Ashraf Muħammad, she grabbed it inadvertently.”

“What ?”

“Tasbīħ Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī even squeezed and fisted it in trance. She kissed me on my lips.”

“Allah. She didn’t tell me that.”

“Well, she must be ashamed of her then now.”


“I tried to get rid of her hold. But she was as if in trance.”

“Yes, I’ve seen that. But I didn’t know Tasbīħ Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī was fisting and kissing you. You see, her back was to me.”

Durgesh was not normal.

Tasbīħ Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī had excited him very much unknowingly.

I could understand.

With such a beautiful smart young lady, as Tasbīħ Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī was, fisting and kissing him, Durgesh didn’t fuck her then and there, was a miracle to me.

He did not come near me that night.

At goodnight time the following evening, Tasbīħ Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī wore the selfsame nightdress she had worn before.

It being another hot night, Durgesh too was equally as scantily clad as he had been previously.

As for myself, I only had on a bikini top and a pair of cotton shorts.

To me, their goodnight hug lasted many seconds longer than normal, and it seemed clearly to me now, as I knew what Durgesh had already told me, that Tasbīħ Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī was really the instigator!

Durgesh was right.

The end result was the same: a towering erection standing up from my Live in relationship Partner’s Hindu groin.

Tasbīħ Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī did not appear at all perturbed this time.

In fact, she sported a satisfied little smile when she gave me a hug in passing and I noticed that her nipples were stuck out like hard little bullets.

A tiny pang of jealousy zipped through me – not because Tasbīħ Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī had given Durgesh an erection, but because she was able to experience sexual excitement, whereas I could not.

Durgesh followed her out of the kitchen very soon after she left, vainly trying to hide his physical state from my view behind his newspaper. “I’m off to bed too…” he muttered.

I thought I knew exactly where he was headed, and I was right.

When I pushed open our en-suite door, my Live in relationship Partner was sat on the toilet with his shorts and underpants around his ankles, furiously rubbing his stiff pole in his fist.

And no doubt Tasbīħ Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī was the central character in his imagination while he anxiously sought his release!

“Durgesh!” I sighed lovingly. “Let me do that…please?”

I dropped to my knees on the cool tiles and moved in between Durgesh’s legs.

I pushed his hand out of the way and began gently to stroke his big stunning Uncut Hindu Lund.

He groaned deeply when I lowered my face to explore the familiar veins and ridges with the tip of my tongue.

He clasped my head in his strong hands when I took him deep between my lips and made ready to receive his sweet Hindu sperm.

I sucked and licked while my Live in relationship Partner ran his warm palms down and over my bare shoulders and back.

He undid the clasp on my bikini top and freed my breasts.

I worshipped his wonderful Hindu phallus as he fondled my breasts and nipples with his usual skill.

At times before it seemed that my nipples and clitoris were joined by taut strings that pulsed with every touch of his fingers.

But sadly that feeling was no longer there.

Oh how I missed that wonderful tug and pull that never failed to fire through my body!

Hot tears for my loss streamed down my cheeks when, with a muffled shout, Durgesh’s taste burst into my mouth.

The next night followed the same pattern.

Tasbīħ Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī and Durgesh hugged for a long time.

Judging by the way her sheer nightie bunched in the cheeks of her bottom, she was without her panties, which was, I thought, most unusual.

Some strange dark force inside me led me to join them; what followed certainly wasn’t a conscious act.

With one arm around each of their shoulders, I held them close.

Time flowed like treacle.

Almost in a trance, I watched my hand take hold of Durgesh’s and lead it to my daughter’s breast.

Tasbīħ Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī sucked in a sharp breath when she felt Durgesh’s fingers clasp her, but she did not pull away.

Pleased with my handiwork, I watched Durgesh caress and knead Tasbīħ Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī’s pert cone, expertly teasing her nipple to a hard, eager point.

I remembered how it felt when he used to touch me like that, and I envied her for her pleasure.

I wished I knew what he was thinking.

Perhaps this was something he had dreamed of for some time.

Tasbīħ Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī was deliberately teasing my Live in relationship Partner, I knew it now very well.


For sex?

For Durgesh’s enormous incredible wealth?

Durgesh was a zillionaire now.

Countless extremely beautiful Musalmān young ladies of twenty eight were after Durgesh now head on foot.

Some of them were doing it for sex, but some of them were after Durgesh’s incredulous money.

Well, it couldn’t be avoided completely.

Musalmān Beauties, and other beauties too, were always after sex and money.

And Durgesh had plenty of them both.

What my daughter Tasbīħ Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī was after?

Well, whatsoever she was after, I’d started helping her.

I was her Ammī after all.

Tasbīħ Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī melted against him, trembling lightly, her breath rasping in her throat, her head leaned onto Durgesh’s chest.

Thus encouraged, I grasped the hand that rested at my Live in relationship Partner‘s waist and led it between them to where Durgesh’s rigid Hindu phallus pressed hotly against her belly.

As if by instinct rather than from prior experience, Tasbīħ Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī began to run her circled fingers up and down Durgesh’s hard Hindu length the instant I molded her fingers around it.

Even Durgesh could not survive this unique pleasure for long.

When the first spasms of Durgesh’s ejaculation hit him, he groaned loudly and Durgesh’s knees buckled.

The material of Durgesh’s boxer shorts rapidly darkened as Durgesh’s sperm shot from Durgesh’s tip and began to soak the cloth.

But, Tasbīħ Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī continued to massage him until Durgesh’s semen ceased to flow and he began to soften.

It was then that I broke them apart.

After kissing my Live in relationship Partner tenderly and telling him to go to bed and that I would join him soon, I led Tasbīħ Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī, still shaking to her room.

A flash of flame colored bush sighted up her nightie as I helped her climb under the sheet confirmed for me that she was indeed naked between her thighs.

I stroked her hair whilst we talked about what had just transpired – how she felt about it and my feelings also.

It pleased me greatly that my daughter was not afraid or upset that I had initiated my Live in relationship Partner’s hand on her breast and her own hand on Durgesh’s Uncut Hindu Lund.

Indeed, the hard points of her nipples, even through the sheet covering her, told me that she had found the whole episode very exciting and that she was very turned on at talking about it.

In my heart, I knew it was “wrong”, but so was everything else that had happened earlier.

My hand began to wander; caressing the side of her neck; stroking the length of her collarbone; creeping beneath the sheet to cup a delicious little breast…

“Ammījān! What are you doing?”

“Shhhhh, my darling…it’ll be fine…you’ll see…”

It had been many, many years since I had touched a girl in this way – the last time was way back at the all girls boarding University  my parents sent me to, when my room-mate Jamīlah and I had experimented with each other’s bodies during the long nighttime hours.

The tactile memory of how her skin felt and how she responded to my searching fingers lingered still; as did that of our trembling anxiety, overcome by curiosity, when we finally plucked up the courage to go down on each other for the first time.

The memories were strong, but the accustomed wetness between my legs was absent.

Now I was awakening another girl – my own daughter – oddly comfortable, with what I was doing, but feeling no personal arousal…

“It’ll be fine…you’ll see…”

My fingers trailed down over her soft belly; her nightdress was slightly damp from when my Live in relationship Partner’s sperm seeped through Durgesh’s boxers.

Her shaking voice gasped “Ammījān!” again when I found and gently pressed on her Venus Mount, but I felt her legs part in anticipation as I moved on down to slip my hand under and up beneath her nightie’s hem.

When I reached her slippery wetness, she moaned softly before giving herself completely to the loving Ammī ‘s fingers that sought to stroke and tease her pleasure nub.

Tasbīħ Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī’s orgasm was perfect…so fine!

I kissed her goodnight and went to join my Live in relationship Partner.

He was fast asleep, but Durgesh’s Uncut Hindu Lund was hard inside Durgesh’s shorts.

No doubt, he was dreaming about my daughter, Tasbīħ Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī!

Well, why not?

Tasbīħ Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī herself wanted him.

It was their personal matter.

Two adult, consenting persons.

Who was I to object?

Of course, Tasbīħ Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī was my daughter.

But what if she was?

I was only her Ammī.

I did not own her.

She was twenty-eight and a thoroughly respected Professor too.

Tasbīħ Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī was completely capable to take her decisions.

I would only help her.

I would only help her.

Neither my Live in relationship Partner nor Tasbīħ Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī spoke about the previous evening’s events at breakfast, but both of them were exceptionally warm and loving towards me.

That night followed the same pattern at first, but this time, as I held them both and looked on, Tasbīħ Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī undid the buttons on her nightie’s bodice and pulled it aside, and then led my Live in relationship Partner’s hand to her naked breast, herself.

Of her own volition, she reached between them to clutch my Live in relationship Partner’s Uncut Hindu Lund to repeat the massage of the night before.

A naked breast had to be matched!

I quickly moved in behind my Live in relationship Partner and, with both hands, swiftly dragged Durgesh’s boxers down to Durgesh’s ankles.

Durgesh’s Uncut Hindu Lund sprang free and instantly back into Tasbīħ Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī’s grasp.

The expression of fearful fascination on her face when she looked down to view the fleshy Hindu monster throbbing in her palm was a sight to behold!

I returned to hold them both and, suffused with happiness, looked on at Durgesh’s hand stimulating her breast and her fingers cupping and stroking the stiff prong I knew and loved so well.

Before long, Durgesh’s pearly Hindu semen shot from him in long ropey streams, liberally coating Tasbīħ Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī’s hand and wrist, and leaving large stains on her nightdress.

When Durgesh’s climax was finished, Tasbīħ Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī reluctantly released Durgesh’s shrinking Hindu member and looked expectantly to me.

I prayed fervently that I was not misreading the hot desire in her eyes when I bade my Live in relationship Partner goodnight with a warm kiss, then took hold of my daughter around her waist and conducted her to her room.

“Ammījān, my nightie feels all clammy. Do you think I should change it?”

“So it is my pet. And your hand is still sticky with Durgesh‘s Hindu sperm.”

I wiped my Live in relationship Partner’s fluids from her with a dry part of her nightdress…

“Hmmmm, you can’t sleep in that! Let’s get it off you!”

Tasbīħ Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī seemed embarrassed to be stood naked in front of me, trying unsuccessfully to cover herself with her hands.

“Darling, what on earth is the matter? You shouldn’t be ashamed of your lovely Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān figure, especially in front of me!”

I took her by the wrists and held her arms wide.

Tasbīħ Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī was simply glorious, from her tip-tilted breasts to the indented curves of her waist that flared out to her hips, to the firm delicate swell of her belly and her smooth rounded thighs, between which nestled her womanhood’s exotic flower.

I got her to spin around, to let me look at the sweep of her back and the plump resilient rounds of her proud, glorious, round, firm, Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān buttocks.

She was as equally enchanting from behind as she was from the front.

Tasbīħ Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī was young, fresh, and perfectly complete; made for loving and made to be loved.

I could not serve my daughter as passionately as she deserved, but, empty as I was, I could teach her how to respond to somebody who could…

“I don’t think you are going to need nightwear tonight, my darling…not for a while at least.”

With that suggestion, I helped her to lie on her back on top of the bedclothes with her beauty wide open to my admiring gaze.

We spoke about her feelings while I fondled every warm, wondrous inch of her perfect form.

She told me how the touch of my Live in relationship Partner’s hand on her breast sent thrills all the way through her, right to her toes.

The feel of Durgesh’s naked Uncut Hindu Lund in her hand frightened her at first, a fright that was soon overcome by curiosity at how something so gnarled and fearsome looking could be so warm and silky-smooth.

The sperm spurting from Durgesh’s tip delighted her, as did the spasm in her palm that signaled each ejaculation.

And the knowledge that she was giving Durgesh so much pleasure made her her proud, glorious,, Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot twitch and ache for Durgesh’s Hindu touch.

And my caressing hand was now building a fresh firestorm in her belly and between her legs…

Sliding my finger into the tiny pink gaping mouth was easy but it was still a shock for both of us.

Even though her body was ripe for this moment, in her mind Tasbīħ Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī was not quite ready to accommodate the invader, so I had to kiss the furrows from her brow and reassure her that she would love what was to follow.

As for me, my distant memories of Jamīlah were no match for the reality of my daughter’s velvety, slippery warmth and the way the walls of her proud, glorious,, Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot clung tightly to my finger.

My smoothly pumping finger and the corresponding light on-off pressure of my thumbnail against her clit soon had my daughter opening her legs as far as they would go and lifting her pelvis to match my every inwards push.

Her look of disbelief when I introduced a second finger swiftly turned to one of joyous pleasure at the added sensations it gave her.

And as I fucked her with my hand, I told her how wonderful my Live in relationship Partner’s Uncut Hindu Lund felt every time he pushed it into me.

How it filled me up with its amazing Hindu heat, even though he used to say that putting it into me was like entering a wet furnace.

How its ridged Hindu head so deliciously rasped my tender walls and how Durgesh’s thrusting Hindu shaft rubbed and squeezed my tingling proud, glorious, Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Clit until my orgasm flamed within me.

And, finally, I told her how my Live in relationship Partner’s Hindu sperm flooded me with such wonderful Hindu warmth when it gushed from him into my waiting Musalmān belly.

Then, when I inserted a third, Tasbīħ Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī gripped my wrist to hold my hand still with both hands and wildly rode my fingers to her stunning climax.

I stayed with my daughter; filled with memories of the happy, warm afterglow I knew now bathed her.

The sound of her voice startled me from my reverie…

“Ammījān, that was so beautiful. Can I…can I touch you?”

“If you really want to, my darling…but it won’t do anything for me.”

“I want to try…”

I quickly divest myself of the few items of clothing I had on and lay down naked beside her.

Just as I did with her, Tasbīħ Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī caressed and teased my breasts, but, unlike hers, my nipples failed to harden in reply.

The sensations she gave me were pleasant, but that was all.

When I parted my legs to give her access to my sex, she groaned with dismay at how dry I still was…

“It’s true then…”

I agreed sadly.

“Ohhh, poor Ammījān!”

To my surprise – I had no idea that she could be so bold – my daughter bent her head and kissed my bush, right at the start of my arrogant, wonderful, Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Slit.

Her glorious red mane tumbled silkily over my belly and upper thighs.

Pre-surgery, that alone would have made me gush uncontrollably.

She pulled her hair to one side and looked up my supine body to my face…

“Do you mind?”

“No. Do whatever you want to…”

She turned back and kissed me again.

This time I felt the flicker of her tongue.

Her hand pushed my legs further apart and her tongue followed my crease down.

Once again, what she did was nice, but it evoked no suggestion of the hot tingle that used to signal the onset of my arousal.

“Can I put my fingers in you?”

“Be careful, my pet, there will be no lubrication to help you.”

I felt her fingers part my lips.

The tip of one found my entrance and tried to push in.

It wasn’t painful, merely uncomfortable, but Tasbīħ Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī must have picked up some kind of involuntary signal from me, because she looked up again…

“It’s no good is it?”

“I’m afraid not…I did warn you…”

“I know…but I hoped…”

“It was very sweet of you to even try. Don’t be too disappointed.”

From the way Tasbīħ Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī had positioned herself, I could see up her slightly parted thighs to her proud, wonderful,, Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot.

Her lips were darkly swollen and slick with the kind of vaginal moisture I could not produce now anymore.

It even smeared the inner tops of her thighs…

“How’re you feeling?”

She flushed guiltily, her face almost as red as her hair…

“It’s awful, but just looking at you down there, and touching and kissing you, had made me…”

“Horny again…?”

She nodded, her face on fire…

“It seems so selfish!”

“Nonsense! Well, you’d better come up here then…”

Tasbīħ Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī started to return to lie alongside me…

“No…I mean the other end!”

“You want to kiss my…?”

I had no intention of letting this opportunity to further awaken her pass by…

“Certainly! But come here quickly, before I change my mind!”

Memories of those first tense moments with Jamīlah coursed through me as my lips found the sweet dampness of my daughter’s bush.

I slid my tongue deep inside her cleft, sweeping down into her gloriously aromatic tang, parting, teasing, and searching out that hotly jangling point that would send her convulsing into orgasm.

I felt her tongue return to my proud, wonderful,, Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot.

A finger entered me.

More easily this time – she must have wet it in her mouth…

Tasbīħ Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī exploded around me.

Soft quivering thighs gripped and released my head.

Her hands, already tangled in my hair, dragged me closer to her as she bucked and squirmed and writhed in her pleasure throes.

Her sobbing moan of ecstasy into my proud, wonderful,, Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot reverberated throughout my body.

At last, when the crashing waves finally released her, my daughter crawled up into my arms.

We slept, breast to breast, belly to belly, until the small hours.

Then I left her, after covering her with the sheet, and made my way to my own bed.

Durgesh was hard asleep and did not stir when I climbed in beside him.

In the morning, even if he noticed Tasbīħ Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī’s smell on my face when he kissed me good morning, or the fact that I was naked, he made no comment.

I sensed that Tasbīħ Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī and I might be losing control of the rollercoaster ride we had embarked upon.

It was not my intention to make her a lesbian, but it seemed to me that this was the direction, she could be headed in.

My conscience was also beginning to prick me over the blossoming relationship I had set up between her and my Live in relationship Partner.

I fretted over these things for hours whilst she was at University  until I finally plucked up the courage to speak to her about it when the car delivered her home.

She took me in her arms for a long hug…

“Don’t worry Ammījān. It’s cool…I know exactly what’s happening…what I want…”

Tasbīħ Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī returned to sit on the breakfast barstool she had been occupying.

To my surprise, she began coquettishly to raise the long skirt she wore.

When the hem reached her knees she looked me in the eyes and whispered ,

“And, when I want it…”

My daughter was suddenly reaching heights of maturity far beyond her previous innocence!

I dropped willingly to my knees.

When I kissed the smooth insides of both her knees, Tasbīħ Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī parted her legs and raised her skirt slowly up her thighs, inviting my soft, licking kisses to travel higher…

“Ammījān, does Durgesh kiss you “down there”?”

In between seeking, climbing kisses:

“He surely does…did…my darling…some men don’t like the way a woman smells…or her wetness…but my Live in relationship Partner loves…loved to drive me crazy with his arrogant Hindu lips…I used to orgasm non-stop…so many times!”

“Is it different with a man?”

“Sometimes it is a little…more demanding…more insistent…and Durgesh’s Hindu face feels rougher between our Musalmān legs… ”

“I love the way your face feels down there, Ammījān!”

I reached the narrow strip of cotton that hid my daughter’s sex from my mouth, kissing licking seductively in the small hollow at the apex of each thigh:

“And I love the taste and smell of you!”

“Ohhhhh, Ammījān!”

Eager fingers appeared, dragging her panties to one side and exposing her puffy, damp lips to my eager tongue.

I coaxed her, teased her, bathed in her juices, drank in her perfume, raised her to the trembling brink time and time again and then denied her the release she so desperately begged for.

Finally, after more than half an hour of exquisite torture, I relented.

With one last sucking swipe of my tongue on her proud, glorious, Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Clit, I tipped her over the edge into that overwhelming, surging flood that only women can experience.

That evening, Tasbīħ Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī was late finishing her homework.

I began to worry that our encounter that afternoon had tipped her completely into the arms of Sappho.

For Durgesh’s part, although he made out that he was reading the news as usual, I could see that Durgesh was impatient for Tasbīħ Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī to come and repeat the goodnight ritual that had so recently become established.

At last she arrived.

He got to his feet, eager to greet her, Durgesh’s erection already rampant inside Durgesh’s shorts.

When she was close to him, she reached out a hand and stroked its hard Hindu length appreciatively.

Then she allowed him to take her in his arms and hold her close.

Tasbīħ Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī signaled me to go and join them…

She reached between her and Durgesh and undid the buttons on Durgesh’s boxers.

Pushing him away from her slightly, she pushed them down over Durgesh’s hips to release Durgesh’s raging hard-on and then trapped it against her belly.

When Durgesh moved to undo her bodice, Tasbīħ Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī pushed Durgesh’s hand away with a sweet smile and a shake of her head.

Then, in one fluid movement, she lifted her nightdress up and off, and melded her naked body to Durgesh’s.

With her cheek resting on Durgesh’s chest and her eyes fixed on mine, she clasped Durgesh by Durgesh’s strong buttocks and hugged closer to him.

Moving sinuously against him, she caressed my Live in relationship Partner’s nakedness with her own, rubbing up to Durgesh’s hard body with her soft breasts, her belly and her thighs.

“Ammījān,” she whispered , “you’ve got too many clothes on…”

I joined them in their nakedness in a flash.

They welcomed me with open arms into their winding Dance without steps, and we clung together until Tasbīħ Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī kissed us both and murmured,

“Durgesh, I want you to take me to bed…”

Durgesh swept her up in his powerful Hindu arms and carried her to our room.

Tasbīħ Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī held my hand, dragging me with them.

On our bed, Durgesh’s eyes glowed as he knelt over my daughter’s spread-eagled form beneath him, drinking in every detail of her ripe, youthful Musalmān beauty.

I took hold of Durgesh’s long, thick Uncut Hindu Lund and ran its bulging head up and down her gaping arrogant, wonderful, Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Slit, teasing her tiny button with its blunt roundness and drawing out ever more copious lubrication from within her.

Tasbīħ Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī grasped the backs of her knees and drew them up to her chest, offering her wide-stretched, wetly pink orifice to Durgesh’s Uncut Hindu Lund.

I positioned it at her entrance and then, placing my hand lovingly on my Live in relationship Partner’s ass, I pushed him gently, telling him that it was all right about him having intercourse with my daughter.

Tasbīħ Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī caught her breath as she felt Durgesh, hot and hard, sinking slowly into her, Durgesh’s thickness spreading her sheath open little by little until he filled her, Durgesh’s pubis pressed firmly to hers.

Although this was her first time there was no blood, nor did she show any sign of pain.

Durgesh stayed still for a few moments, deep inside, holding her with his strong arms, before beginning little pulsing movements with his hips, making her feel the full length of him jerking in her belly.

Tasbīħ Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī whimpered softly as the little pulses gained momentum.

Durgesh’s Hindu movements deep within her turned to hot friction.

Her breathing burst out in hoarse, rapid gusts as Durgesh’s hips jolted faster, harder, forcing her to raise her hips to meet him.

As he plunged into Tasbīħ Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī’s tight Musalmān channel, Durgesh brought his hand down to her proud, wonderful,, Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot, laying the heel of his palm flat on her mons, pulling the plump flesh there taut as he drew it upward.

Tasbīħ Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī squirmed and let out a little gasp as Durgesh moved his thumb down onto her proud, glorious, Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Clit, stroking it as he slowed Durgesh’s Hindu thrusts.

He pulled his Uncut Hindu Lund out until barely Durgesh’s tip remained inside.

Durgesh  pulsed it gently there, letting her feel momentarily empty, anticipating Durgesh’s easing slowly back in.

At each withdrawal, the whole of Durgesh’s Hindu length glistened with the copious juices he had generated within Tasbīħ Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī.

Every breath Tasbīħ Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī exhaled became a soft, rasping moan.

Durgesh  slowly pumped into Tasbīħ Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī rhythmically, teasingly, as he worked her into a squirming frenzy with his thumb’s caresses on her proud, glorious, Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Clit.

I had lost count of the times he’d done exactly the same with me!

Then, knowing she was close to the edge from the combination of Durgesh’s insistent touch on her tender little nubbin and Durgesh’s hard Hindu thickness arcing in and out, Durgesh  resumed his previous tempo, moving from smooth, gentle, swooping thrusts back to staccato pounding lunges.

Tasbīħ Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī told me in a quiet moment we shared later, that at that moment Durgesh’s Uncut Hindu Lund seemed to grow even longer and thicker within her until it seemed to take over her whole Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān body.

Her panting breaths rose higher and higher in pitch until, at last, with a high, keening wail, Tasbīħ Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī came.

And in midst of her abandon, Durgesh let his Hindu  semen burst from him.

When they eventually fell apart, Durgesh lay flat on his back beside her with his chest still heaving from exertion.

Tasbīħ Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī sat up and held me in her arms,

“I love you, Ammījān,” she murmured.

Then she leaned to Durgesh and kissed him on the lips,

“And you too, Durgesh darling! Méré Hindu Piyā! Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt! Hum Musalmān ħasīnāonHindu Kħasam! Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties! ”

Together, my daughter and I looked over our Hindu man’s supine form, in particular at the soft, wet, wrinkled tube at Durgesh’s Hindu groin.

“It’s amazing how something so small can grow so huge and make you feel so wonderful,” Tasbīħ Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī observed.

“Mmmmmmm, my Live in relationship Partner’s Uncut Hindu Lund is wonderful. And it doesn’t take much to make it live again either.”

As if agreeing with me, Durgesh’s Uncut Hindu Lund stirred lazily.

I leaned over and took it between my lips, and began to suckle with my tongue.

I could smell and taste my daughter on him.

Sure enough, it quickly began to thicken and grow in my mouth.

I withdrew and indicated with a look that Tasbīħ Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī should take over.

“I told you he was virile, didn’t I?”

Tasbīħ Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī got to her knees and bent over my Live in relationship Partner’s abdomen.

From her tentative manner, I deduced that she had never sucked Uncut Hindu Lund before.

“Don’t worry; he won’t pee in your mouth. In fact, it doesn’t taste of anything much at all until you get him excited and Durgesh’s pre-cum starts to flow…you’ll enjoy that!”

I held Durgesh’s stiffening Hindu member invitingly upright and Tasbīħ Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī finally lowered her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī young Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth onto it.

Durgesh’s groan of pleasure when her lips closed around him dispelled all her inhibitions and she was soon licking and sucking as if she had been doing it all her life.

They looked so wonderful together; she with her lithe, slim curves and Durgesh with his strongly muscled power, it made my heart swell with happiness.

Tasbīħ Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī’s position on her knees was most inviting.

I kissed her rounded buttocks, all around and down into the deep cleft between them.

I skirted her anus – I might have freaked her out going there so soon – and made my way to the rosy, sex-bruised lips further beneath.

I worked my tongue into her channel and lapped up my Live in relationship Partner’s cum, which oozed still from inside her.

I searched out her fiery button and worried at it with lips and tongue until her gorgeous bottom writhed and clenched from the pleasure and my face was drenched with her juices.

And when Durgesh released his  gushing Hindu sperm down her throat with a great roar, I sucked on her proud, glorious, Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Clit hard, sending her into twitching paroxysms of ecstasy.

Hours later, after Durgesh had fucked Tasbīħ Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī as if infinite times more, in infinite positions as if, my daughter and I smiled, with our spent Hindu lover asleep on my young daughter, still embedded deepest into Tasbīħ Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī’s welcoming Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot.

“How do you feel now?” I whispered .

“I feel wonderful, Ammījān! So alive! Thank you for letting me do this for you…and for Durgesh.”

I was nonplussed.

I thought I was the one who had made all this happen!

“What do you mean?”

“It’s my special gift to you. Thank you for letting me help you to keep Durgesh. I knew you were immensely afraid of losing Durgesh. You love him very much, Ammījān. You can’t live without his love. And I love you, Ammī. I can’t live without your love.”

My eyes were suddenly filled with tears now.

“Tasbīħ Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī!”

Durgesh won’t leave us now, Ammī. Will he?”

“You did it for me, my child?”

“You will die if you lose Durgesh, I know.”

“Tasbīħ Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī!” My eyes were too tearful now.

I was choked with emotions.

How damnfool I was.

I thought she was after Durgesh’s zillions even.

“And I would die if I lose you, Ammī. So, it was the only solution I could think of.”

I was weeping now, silently, not to awake Durgesh, our Hindu love.

Tasbīħ Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī smiled, suddenly, assuring me.

 “Don’t cry Ammījān. You’ve done more for me. It’s nothing as compared to that. And we can be together, just us three, forever…And maybe, one day, you will get better and we can enjoy being together even more…”

Chapter 9