The Extent: Cuckold Your Musalmān Husband:17

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Cuckold Your Musalmān Husband

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Chapter 17

Durgesh Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah
Durgesh Ħafsah Nisār
Muħammad Jamīl, the Cuckold

Muħammad Jamīl never questioned Ħafsah Nisār, ever.
He hated having to clean her after she’s been with me but Muħammad Jamīl never talked back when she told him to do it.
Muħammad Jamīl usually did it at the door as Ħafsah Nisār returned home from a date.
He used to do the best he could imagine what it’s like to be allowed to go down on her without my presence, without my cum inside Ħafsah Nisār.
Muħammad Jamīl had never told her that; never let her know he even think such a thing.
He said something about that once…only once.
Muħammad Jamīl got slapped and asked he wanted to be forbidden to service here like that.
He loved when she let Muħammad Jamīl do that for her, rewarded him by letting him be the source of her sexual pleasure, use his mouth to worship her.
Muħammad Jamīl thought Ħafsah Nisār knows this about him, knows his devotion to her and the pleasure Muħammad Jamīl get from pleasing her.
But Muħammad Jamīl knew that she doesn’t care and that she always comes first, not Muħammad Jamīl.
Muħammad Jamīl knew that to service Ħafsah Nisār submissively is part of what Muħammad Jamīl does because he loved her.
Muħammad Jamīl hated the taste of me!
Hate tasting my Hindu cum and feel jealous that I came first as well, not Muħammad Jamīl.
Muħammad Jamīl always imagined what it must be like to be the real man Durgesh is, have the Uncut Hindu Lund Ħafsah Nisār loves and adores.
Durgesh is her ever efficient, ever successful, Hindu lover and Muħammad Jamīl was only her cuckold Musalmān husband.

Ħafsah Nisār had been sitting in my car in the driveway.
We’d been out there for half an year at least.
Muħammad Jamīl had been waiting for her as he always did.
When Ħafsah Nisār finally came into the house, heard me drive off as she opened the front door, Ħafsah Nisār looked down at Muħammad Jamīl and smiled.
“Such a good little boy…I was looking forward to coming home. Believe it or not I do think about you, baby, thought about you and sometimes worry about you home all alone.”

As Ħafsah Nisār raised her skirt and looked down at Muħammad Jamīl, Muħammad Jamīl kissed her panties, smelled me all over her, and saw some of my Hindu cum on her Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān thigh…noticed more cum than usual, Ħafsah Nisār had covered with me…my Hindu cum all over the tops of her stocking too.
Muħammad Jamīl felt shame as Muħammad Jamīl kissed her gently.
Ħafsah Nisār asked if Muħammad Jamīl missed her while she was away.
Muħammad Jamīl told her yes, missed her terribly.

Ħafsah Nisār hummed as Muħammad Jamīl kissed her through her panties, on his knees in front of her…
Muħammad Jamīl buried his face in her.
Ħafsah Nisār pushed Muħammad Jamīl away,
“Ouch!”…
She saw the look on his face as Muħammad Jamīl looked up at her…
“You are such a good little boy! But not tonight, baby. Mama’s real tired, real sore too. I’m so sore. Can’t begin to tell you how Durgesh used me tonight, I just have to go to bed. But you’re very good boy to be waiting for me. Maybe tomorrow I’ll let you lick me.”
She smiled down at her ever incompetent Musalmān husband, Muħammad Jamīl, and patted the side of his face.
She saw the panic in his face, Muħammad Jamīl didn’t dare talk back.
“Yes, Ma’am.”, Muħammad Jamīl looked to the floor as Ħafsah Nisār lowered her skirt.
“I just wanted you to kiss me when I came home, kiss your wife at the door. I really did miss you tonight, thought about you. Does that please you, baby?” She walked past Muħammad Jamīl, heels clicking on the floor as she headed to the stairs.
“Yes, Ma’am, thank you.”, Muħammad Jamīl watched her beautiful rear start up the stairs.
“You sleep in the basement tonight; Muħammad Jamīl, my boy, my ever obedient perfect slave, I don’t want to be disturbed or woken early.” She turned and looked at her ever inept Musalmān husband, Muħammad Jamīl. “By the way, Durgesh appreciates everything you do at the office and he loves that you never bother me at home, pester me for sexual favors. Durgesh asked me about you, asked if you do. Muħammad Jamīl, he told me…he said to tell you that you are a very good boy not to bother me.”
Ħafsah Nisār looked at her ever incompetent Musalmān husband, Muħammad Jamīl,, seriously…
“You’re going to keep being a good, boy…right?”
Muħammad Jamīl looked up at her…naked, on his knees…
“Yes, Ma’am.”
She turned and walked to her bedroom. “Muħammad Jamīl, Durgesh thought you’re about to get a pay raise at work.. He’ll talk to you about it.”
Muħammad Jamīl heard the door close.

Ħafsah Nisār had been seeing Durgesh regularly now for almost three months.*

Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah thought the words in her head but Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah just couldn’t bring herself to utter them allowed.
My Hindu hips thrust into Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah from behind.
My balls banging up against Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s swollen hood, stretching Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s ravenous throbbing young smooth Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Panjvaqtah Namāzī Choot lips wider.

Every time Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah pushed back, I chuckled again.
“You won’t get it until you tell me you want it.” I warned, gently, teasing. “Say it, Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah,” I was whimpering now, “Tell me; say, “Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah wants you to fuck Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s tight little Musalmān asshole too.” and I will honey, I’ll fuck your outstanding admirable elegant flawless firm corpulent Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān ass for as long as you want me too. But not until you expressly ask for it.”

“Allah! Yā Allaaaaah! Oh God! I need it very much there, please!” Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah groaned.
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s ravenous throbbing young smooth Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Panjvaqtah Namāzī Choot was getting wetter by the second and Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s ravenous Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī throbbing Musalmān clit was throbbing tremendously.
I knew that Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah wanted it too bad, but I was determined that I wouldn’t do anything about it until Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah especially asked me for it.
In my opinion, it was an abnormal wish.
In Tantr, sometimes it’s necessary.
But for pleasure only, I never did it unless someone especially asked me for it.
If only pleasure was to be enjoyed, it was not a human pleasure at all.
It was an animal pleasure.
But a man has to surrender to his sex partner’s wishes too, whether normal or abnormal, if it wasn’t harmful to anyone.

Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah did want it.
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah couldn’t deny it.
The thought of my Uncut Hindu Lund inside Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s outstanding excellent gorgeous perfect firm round Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān ass was driving her wild.
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah was so wet, Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s ravenous throbbing Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān clit was pulsing.
The ache was unbearable, and Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah was so close to cumming, it wasn’t funny.
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah swallowed, trying to wet her throat.
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah couldn’t believe Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah was going to do this.

“Please, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt,” Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah started, Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s voice small and unsure. “Please, I want… I want…”

“Come on honey, tell me what you want.” Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt encouraged her softly from behind.

“Oh, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt,” Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah moaned, “I want you to fuck my tight little Musalmān ass too after you fuck my ravenous throbbing young smooth Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Panjvaqtah Namāzī Choot!”
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah made the words rush out of her before Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah lost her nerve, and Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah could feel her face blushing furiously in embarrassment.*

Muħammad Jamīl could hear her through the door, hear her yell,
“Fuck, ooooooooooo!. Durgesh, Anant Muslimātchod Hindu , ..fuck me…!” Baby…fuck me…”… Muħammad Jamīl also heard the sound of my Hindu hand across Ħafsah Nisār’s excellent Musalmān rear…SMACK!, heard me slap her ardent Musalmān rear as I fucked Ħafsah Nisār.
Muħammad Jamīl, Ħafsah Nisār’s duly married husband, could only think that Durgesh, his Hindu Jījū, his Hindu Dūlhā Bhāī, must be taking Muħammad Jamīl’s wife, Ħafsah Nisār, from behind, rear up for me to use.
SMACK, SMACK!
Muħammad Jamīl hated that sound, wanted to run to her, make me stop.
Muħammad Jamīl know better.
“I am your complete little Musalmān bitch, Durgesh, Anant Muslimātchod Hindu, you own me…ooooooooo, I’m your little girl, baby, fuck me…!”
Muħammad Jamīl heard us, muffled through the door…heard Ħafsah Nisār start to almost cry as I spanked and fucked her.
Muħammad Jamīl heard his extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī ardent Musalmān wife, Ħafsah Nisār, bury her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī ardent Musalmān face in the bed…hear me yell at her…
“You like that dirty talk, girl…enjoy it!”
SMACK, SMACK, SMACK!…
Muħammad Jamīl heard his extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī ardent Musalmān wife, Ħafsah Nisār, told me I can do anything to her; heard his extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī ardent Musalmān wife, Ħafsah Nisār, told me Ħafsah Nisār had me.
And Muħammad Jamīl knew how I used her like this.
Muħammad Jamīl knew about his ‘special need’, as she called it.

It’s the second time I’d fucked her.
I didn’t spank her the first time.
Ħafsah Nisār loved spanking herself.
She herself compelled me to spank her.
Muħammad Jamīl couldn’t even protest.
There wasn’t any use of it.
Ħafsah Nisār wanted to punish Muħammad Jamīl.
Muħammad Jamīl had to surrender.
What the hell else could Muħammad Jamīl do, after all?
Muħammad Jamīl heard the bed springs.
I was really fucking her hard.
Muħammad Jamīl listened from down stairs, hang on our every sexual sound…feel his little cut Musalmān nūnī stiffen every time Ħafsah Nisār got penetrated by me.

I arrived an hour and a half ago, and walked past Muħammad Jamīl at the door.
I smiled at Muħammad Jamīl as he looked to the floor, naked and his little cut Musalmān nūnī harness locked tight.
“Is your extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī ardent Musalmān wife, Ħafsah Nisār, upstairs, Sālé Miyān?”
“Yes, my Anant Muslimātchod Hindu Dūlhā Bhāī. Yes my Anant Muslimātchod Hindu Jījū. Yes, Sir.” Muħammad Jamīl answered me.
I handed Muħammad Jamīl my coat.
“Take it.” I smiled at him humiliating Muħammad Jamīl immensely.
Muħammad Jamīl couldn’t do anything.
He had a little cut Musalmān nūnī, not my legendary unique Anant Muslimātchod Uncut Hindu Lund.
Muħammad Jamīl was naked ironically, however.
He was always naked in the house usually.
Ħafsah Nisār wanted him so to disgrace him immensely.

Muħammad Jamīl felt my sympathetic yet proud confident Hindu eyes on Muħammad Jamīl. “Muħammad Jamīl, I had been thinking about your extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī ardent Musalmān wife, Ħafsah Nisār, all day. Muħammad Jamīl, I had been thinking about spanking her too. Thinking about that hot great Musalmān ass. What’s she wearing now?”

“Green, Sir, all green. The outfit you bought her, the little girl outfit.”

“Mmmmm, I like that. My little girl, got that outfit off a sissy website, same one you got the pink ruffled panties for her off, She loves the ruffled panties on her, shows off that cute Musalmān rear end…had her describe that little outfit at a party last night, and two of my Musalmān lady clients were in the room. She told them about being dressed in lace panties and ankle sox for me.”
I took off my suit coat and handed it to Muħammad Jamīl…
“Got them so turned on! Wish she’d had it on last night. It was all spur of the moment, maybe next time dress her like that for them. She still looked very cute in the black stockings and panties she wore. Should have seen the look on my clients faces when she took her dress off, I wish you had a picture of that…maybe next time for that too.”
I looked at Muħammad Jamīl.
“I hope you didn’t bother her when she got home. She was very much worn out when Ħafsah Nisār left. She needs her rest and beauty sleep.”
I walked past Muħammad Jamīl.
Muħammad Jamīl knew why she didn’t let Muħammad Jamīl lick her clean now and knew why she was too sore and tired.
“No, Sir, I would never do that.”

I walked to the stairs,
“Get me a drink, Muħammad Jamīl, bring it to her room.”
Muħammad Jamīl heard me go into her bedroom and close the door behind me.

Ħafsah Nisār never let Muħammad Jamīl go down on her as she said she might, just had Muħammad Jamīl do house work all day, strictly.
She spent time preparing for me, went shopping, and when she came home Ħafsah Nisār let Muħammad Jamīl watch as she dressed and made up for me.
He could still see her, smell her perfume.
She was standing in a green short see-through robe, green lace little girl outfit on underneath it.
Ruffled panties, ruffled lace top ankle sox and 3″ green patent leather heels…no bra…her hair up in little girl pony tails in green ribbons on the side…red lipstick…

“I hear Durgesh’s car in the drive. How do I look, Muħammad Jamīl, my slave cuckold Musalmān husband?” Ħafsah Nisār turned, looked in the mirror.

“Gorgeous, Ma’am…you are beautiful…”
Ħafsah Nisār cut Muħammad Jamīl off in mid-sentence.
Muħammad Jamīl felt as always, anxious, knew what was coming next.

“You are a very good boy, go down stairs, wait by the door and let Durgesh in when he comes. He likes when you do that.”
Ħafsah Nisār sat on the bed, checked herself in the mirror as Muħammad Jamīl left.

Muħammad Jamīl thought about that as he hurried to mix my juice, took it up to me…knocked on the door gently.
I opened the door, took it off the tray.
I had my pants and shoes off.
Muħammad Jamīl saw his extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī ardent Musalmān wife, Ħafsah Nisār, in the mirror, sitting on the bed smiling…looking at me, not at Muħammad Jamīl…her robe was on the floor.

Muħammad Jamīl was at the down stairs door two hours later, when Muħammad Jamīl helped me on with my suit and over coat.
“I’ll see you at work, Sālé Miyān.” I said, looking down at his little cut Musalmān nūnī harness, smiling and shaking my head.

“Yes, Sir.” Muħammad Jamīl looked at the floor.
He felt my naked almost impotent Musalmān body under my stare, felt his soft little cut Musalmān nūnī barely sticking out of his little cut Musalmān nūnī harness, barely saw the tip of it…shaved baby smooth.
My eyes were looking Muħammad Jamīl over.

I didn’t say another word to Muħammad Jamīl.
Just took my coat and left.
Muħammad Jamīl knelt by the door waiting for her…to ring the bell Ħafsah Nisār kept next to the bed…waited to clean her if she wanted Muħammad Jamīl to.

‘Ring, ring’ Muħammad Jamīl heard his extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī ardent Musalmān wife, Ħafsah Nisār, ring the bell, loudly.
Muħammad Jamīl hurried to his extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī ardent Musalmān wife, Ħafsah Nisār.*

I told her as Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah felt another big glob of ointment hit her outstanding excellent gorgeous perfect firm round Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān ass.
“Mmm, that’s all right. Okay.”
And then my Uncut Hindu Lund was pressing hard against Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s tight front hole.
I wiggled my Uncut Hindu Lund against Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s opening as I pressed down, making her whimper in expected pleasure.
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah felt it finally break the seal and I slowly slid my Uncut Hindu Lund deep inside Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s outstanding excellent Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān front hole.

The pain was minimal to begin with and Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah enjoyed the feeling of my Uncut Hindu Lund buried deepest inside her.
But then I started moving it, stroking in and out of her in time with my hips and the sensation it created was intense.
The pain made her hiss in a breath and Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s face scrunched up in an awful pleasant pleasure.
Sound freely escaped Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s throat as the pleasure and pain reduced her to nothing but feelings.
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah was lost in the sensation of it all, the fact that I was Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s best friend’s Ammī’s Hindu Live in Relationship Partner diminished in Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s mind and I became just a man, a man that was fucking her passionately and wildly.

“Oh yeah!” I, the Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, smiled playfully.
My voice was rumbling in my chest.
My other hand reached around Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s hip and I began fingering Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s ravenous throbbing Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān clit for me too.
It was all too much.
My fingers on Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s ravenous throbbing Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān clit, my Uncut Hindu Lund in Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s ravenous throbbing young smooth Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Panjvaqtah Namāzī Choot, it all sent her skyrocketing towards a huge orgasm, and to push her that much faster, I started talking to Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah.

“Yeah, such a good little Uncut Hindu Lund-tease, such a horny young adult Musalmān sex goddess! You love having your outstanding admirable elegant flawless firm corpulent Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot fucked by me, don’t you? “
My Hindu thrusts were getting faster and harder. “You’d love to feel my big Uncut Hindu Lund slide into your outstanding admirable elegant flawless firm corpulent Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān ass and pop that cherry wouldn’t you?”
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah only smiled at me.
She didn’t say anything.
“Oh yeah; I can feel how wet that Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot of yours is getting just thinking about how My Uncut Hindu Lund would feel inside your outstanding admirable elegant flawless firm corpulent Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān ass …”
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s ravenous throbbing young smooth Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Panjvaqtah Namāzī Choot began to clench down hard.
“Mmm, oh you’re close to squirting, aren’t you baby. C’mon Uncut Hindu Lund-tease, Musalmān sex goddess, cream for me, cum.”
My Hindu thrusts were hard and rough, almost violent as Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s hips were repeatedly slammed against the sink top.
Cries of intense passion and pain being ripped from Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s throat with every thrust, as I brought her closer to orgasm.
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah, my darling, I want to feel you cream on My Uncut Hindu Lund now, wet it all down so I can unload my hot Hindu cum inside that quivering Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot of yours, Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah.”

Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah had somehow pressed herself up onto her hands over the kitchen sink.
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s breasts bounced utmost enticingly from my extremely powerful Hindu thrusts.
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s legs shook behind me close to collapsing, and Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah couldn’t stop the primal sounds of fucking coming from Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s throat,
“Agh, agh, agh… agh… please! Oh please, Allah, yā Allah! Måshā Allah! Subħān Allah! Oh God, oh Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt! What are you doing? None can believe you are sixty plus! You are killing me, my Hindu love,” Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah cried out as Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s orgasm hit me like a truck.
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s breath was catching in her throat.
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah came all over my Uncut Hindu Lund.
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s ravenous throbbing young smooth Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Panjvaqtah Namāzī Choot was now clenching down tighter onto my Hindu length and making me groan as Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah collapsed back over the sink in a shaking heap.

“Yes!” I grunted from behind her, “Oh yeah, here, Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah, I cum honey, take it all!”
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah felt my hips thump into Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah one last time and my Uncut Hindu Lund throbbed inside her, emptying my hot load of thick hot Hindu cum into Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s awaiting clasping Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān love tunnel.
I thrust into Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah a couple more times, milking my Uncut Hindu Lund with Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot.

My breath was heaving.
My fingers were still cupped against Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s ravenous throbbing Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān clit.
My Uncut Hindu Lund was still inside Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s ravenous throbbing young smooth Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Panjvaqtah Namāzī Choot, as we settled and came down from the high.

One by one, I removed my limbs from her young Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān body.
My hand moved away from Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s ravenous throbbing Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān clit, leaving it to throb dully as it cooled.
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah hissed in pain; until finally it was time for me to pull out of her.
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah knew there would be no way for me to pull out without causing some amount of pain.
So Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah absently braced herself dreading the thought of embarrassing herself by crying out.
I pushed into Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah hard; one last time, as my Uncut Hindu Lund was starting to soften and then pulled back so fast Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah barely felt me slip from Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s stretched opening.
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah gasped in shock at my quick retreat, because it felt so incredibly good, and Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah felt Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s ravenous throbbing young smooth Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Panjvaqtah Namāzī Choot gush as my Hindu spunk followed my withdrawal.

Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah heard me inhale deeply and then Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah felt my lips brush against Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s spine that made her shiver.
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah tried to lift herself up, but her young Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān body refused to obey her.
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah couldn’t move.
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s head was spinning and Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s legs felt like they were made of jelly.
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah felt my hands trail down Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s legs, stroking the skin softly all the way to Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s ankles, where I took hold of Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s panties and gently pulled them up for her.
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s breath was finally starting to settle into some sense of normalcy.
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah tried again to right her young Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān body, but again it failed to heed her.
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s face was pressed awkwardly against the ribbed steel of the kitchen sink and I’m sure Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah was drooling.

Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah felt my rough hands then fix the straps on Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s chemise and pull the material up to cover Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s chest.
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah still couldn’t make her limbs move.
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah heard the tap run and fought to open her eyes but they felt as heavy as lead and all Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah could do was flutter them uselessly in an attempt to see what her Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt was doing.
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah was slowly sinking into the dark abyss of unconsciousness.
I had fucked her so hard.
Yet, she was grateful to me for it.
It had made her realize that she was not alone to love me.
I too loved her not less.
Only she was not dying to have me forever.
I too wanted her as my Live in Relationship Partner.
It was certainly a great honor for her.
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah felt something cold and wet pressed against Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s face and sluggishly realized that I was wiping Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s face clean.
The wet rag moved to Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s inner thighs as I wiped away that evidence too.
That done, Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah felt my lips press lightly against the corner of Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s young extremely beautiful Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān mouth as I kissed her fiercely, passionately with intense love for her.

“Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah,” I whispered into Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s ear as I brushed the hair back from Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s brow.
My intensely loving voice sounded penetrating her very soul.
“Come on honey. Let’s get back to bed.”
I dragged her up into a standing position and Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah felt herself falling until my arms caught her up.
I cradled her against my chest.
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah managed to get her eyes open enough to see that out the window morning had broken and the sky was changing from dull grey to pale blue.
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah only saw it for a few moments but can remember thinking how beautiful it looked before Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah sank back down into darkness.
Allah! Yā Allaaaaah! Måshā Allah Subħān Allah!

Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah awoke to the sound of muffled voices and groaned as Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah rolled over in Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s bed.
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah was immensely happy that I had fucked her whole night.
It was the proof that she was not imposing, not thrusting herself on me.
She was needed.
It was good that my entire rough primary attitude was ultimately melted into an extremely pleasant, honoring and immensely loving behavior.
We are not only fuckers now.
We were actually lovers.
Made for each other.
Mad for each other.

Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah smiled now triumphantly.
She had succeeded now in winning the great Durgesh forever for herself.
She suspected it wouldn’t be so easy.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan and her Jet Musalmān Beauties Squad had made me somewhat bitter about even the other Jet Musalmān Beauties.
That was why I behaved with her so rough primarily.

Her young Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān body ached with a vengeance.
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah felt as though she’d been beaten with a really big stick.
Figuratively speaking, Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah had, and Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah broke out in giggles as the thought flitted through Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s mind.
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah sobered quickly when Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah heard footsteps approaching her door.
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s stomach thrilled in anticipation.
Was it Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt?
Was I coming back to do more to Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah?
As painful as it was Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah felt Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s ravenous throbbing young smooth Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Panjvaqtah Namāzī Choot clench and Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s ravenous throbbing Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān clit tingle, would her young Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān body ever stop reacting like this.

There was a light knock at Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s door,
“Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah? Are you awake?” Åāýéshah Abū Bakr’s voice called through the door.

Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah sighed, half in relief, half in disappointment.
“Yeah, come in.” Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah called groggily.
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah was after all only half-awake.

The door opened and in bounced Åāýéshah Abū Bakr, full of beans and smiling broadly.
“Hey sleepy head.”

Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah laughed softly,
“Hiya. How was your night?” Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah asked, thinking to herself, mine was great!

“Fantastic!” Åāýéshah Abū Bakr quietly squealed as she came over and sat on the bed beside her, a huge smile on her face. “Actually that’s why I was coming in here to wake you up.” Åāýéshah Abū Bakr told her.

“Oh?” Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah queried, “Do tell.”

“Well, Vikram wanted to know if you wanted to come out with us again.”

“Really?” Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah asked in a teasing tone. “Are you sure about that? Are you sure that you didn’t kinda convince me that I wanted to know even though I didn’t?”

“What do you mean?” Åāýéshah Abū Bakr asked trying to sound innocent.

Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah laughed,
“I knew it. He didn’t ask at all, did he?”

“Well no, but I know he won’t mind.” Åāýéshah Abū Bakr said.

“He’ll pretend not to mind, but believe me, he’ll mind.” Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah laughed again, the merry sound masking Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s relief at not having to go out again.
Oh Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah had missed Åāýéshah Abū Bakr terribly, and Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah really wanted to spend time with her, but Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah didn’t really want to spend time with her and Vikram and feel like Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah was intruding.

“I don’t want you to feel as though you’re being left out though, especially as you’re here for a holiday with me.” Åāýéshah Abū Bakr said guiltily.

Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah sighed and smiled.
“I’d rather feel left out than feel like a spare wheel.”
Åāýéshah Abū Bakr opened her mouth to protest but Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah waved her quiet.
“I know you would never do it on purpose, hon. But believe me, three’s a crowd when you’re first starting out in a relationship. You don’t need me there to chaperone. You go out and have fun. I’ll be fine here. I’m still jet lagged anyways and cranky, so I won’t be very good company. Besides, if I get really bored, I can always go annoy Durgesh.” Having finished Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s little rant, Åāýéshah Abū Bakr laughed at her.

“Oh I’m sure Durgesh won’t mind. At least he’d have someone to talk to.” Åāýéshah Abū Bakr said seriously. “Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah, I worry about him sometimes. You know, he hasn’t even brought a girlfriend here since I could feel awkward in his scrupulously erroneous opinion. I’m a big girl now, Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah. I understand his extraordinary needs.” Åāýéshah Abū Bakr confided in Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah.

It was on the tip of Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s tongue to say, “I could’ve fooled me,” but Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah didn’t, instead saying, “Really?”

“Yeah. Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah, I mean it can’t be healthy for a man to be celibate for that long surely.”

Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah nearly choked on Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s own saliva as Åāýéshah Abū Bakr spoke, but managed to remain quiet and in control even though Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah was unable to look at her just then.

“Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah, I know I shouldn’t be talking like this, he is Durgesh and all, but sometimes Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah, I wish he’d just go out and get himself laid.”

Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah did choke then, coughing roughly and trying to clear her throat.
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah dropped her head even more worried that the guilty look on Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s face would be too easily read.

“Are you all right?” Åāýéshah Abū Bakr gasped trying to help Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah recover.
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah waved her away, and as Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s throat cleared Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah started laughing.
The absurdity of the situation was not lost on her.
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah thought that at least if Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah was laughing she wouldn’t see the guilt.
Here was Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s best friend telling her she wished Durgesh would go out and get laid, and here Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah was thinking, “Allah, yā Allah! Måshā Allah! Subħān Allah! God, if you only knew!” As it was, Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah knew Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah couldn’t say anything of the like to her.
“What? What’s so funny?” Åāýéshah Abū Bakr demanded a little upset at Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s reaction.

“Åāýéshah Abū Bakr, how do you know that Durgesh doesn’t? Isn’t he utmost infamous for almost 24x7x365 fucking us Musalmān Beauties and extremely beautiful Musalmān houseladies?” Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah said unthinkingly to cover her reaction.

“What do you mean? Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah, I just know. He never says he’s going out or even gone out in all this time I’ve been living here.”

“But Åāýéshah Abū Bakr,” Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah said gently, committed to answering now that I’d put Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s foot in it. “That doesn’t mean that Durgesh hasn’t gone out. How often do you go out; either with friends or with Vikram? Durgesh could have easily gone out on his own then.”

Åāýéshah Abū Bakr’s face crinkled.
“Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah, I suppose, but Durgesh would tell me. He tells me everything, we’re like best friends.”

Not everything!
Obviously!
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah thought to Herself remembering the night we’d spent together and then felt ashamed of Herself.
“Maybe; but Hon, do you honestly thought Durgesh doesn’t get laid? If he went out tonight he’d be able to pull so much excellent Musalmān ass it wouldn’t even be funny.” Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah told her truthfully. “I think you’re not giving Durgesh enough credit.”
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah also thought you’re getting into it too much and should shut the hell up! Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah thought to herself.
The last thing Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah needed was to slip up and mention something that could land her in a load of hot water.

“Oh yeah Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah, I forgot,” Åāýéshah Abū Bakr teased. “You thought Durgesh’s utmost sexy!” She giggled.

Chapter 18
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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


One Comment on “The Extent: Cuckold Your Musalmān Husband:17”

  1. Wow durgesh loved it…when are you funking my slutty little Muslim wife


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