The Stunning Musalmān Houseladies: 1- Of my Musalmān friends-18Posted: August 30, 2013
1: Of my Musalmān friends
Sāimah Aslam loved me more than anything.
I was the center of her universe.
We lived alone while Sāimah Aslam headed a legal office of her own.
It never ceased to amaze her how impressive I was.
I was smart, caring, and utmost handsome, even at my sixty four.
Youth had as if forgotten I was sixty four now.
It was still there as if I was ever twenty eight.
I had all the qualities she looked for in a man.
She loved me unconditionally, and Sāimah Aslam would do anything for me.
Naturally, Sāimah Aslam was devastated when she began hearing rumors that I was having an intimate relationship with her old rival Zubaydah Ibrāhīm, who was now a college professor.
The two Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān Beauties knew each other since high school.
Zubaydah Ibrāhīm was one of the ‘popular girls’ and the captain of the cheerleading squad.
Sāimah Aslam was beautiful, and she made sure everyone knew it.
All of the guys wanted to date her, and all of the girls knew what a snob she really was.
Sāimah Aslam had always been one of the ‘good girls.’ Sāimah Aslam was shy and wholesome.
Sāimah Aslam was the perfect girl-next-door with her sweet demeanor and sense of innocence.
She always had the best grades and was the president of the student council.
Their paths always crossed, but they never got along.
Zubaydah Ibrāhīm loved being Sāimah Aslam’s bully, teasing her for being book smart.
She especially loved stealing all of Sāimah Aslam’s boyfriends whenever the Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān Beauty had the chance.
Years past and both of them were in their early 40’s.
Sāimah Aslam had a successful legal career and Zubaydah Ibrāhīm became a professor at the university where I was the ever highest paid honorary Professor of Female Psychology, even though I was now the lifelong Mayor of Ved Nagar duly democratically elected.
Sāimah Aslam would do anything for me.
After all, I was her husband’s ever best friend.
She had argued with her friends that suggested her, her husband actually never loved her.
“Nonsense,” Sāimah Aslam laughed.
“No sane Musalmān husband that loves his ardent Musalmān Panjvaqtah Namāzī extremely beautiful wife, seeks friendship with Durgesh ever,” her friend, Tābish Zahīruddīn, winked at her.
“You must be crazy, Tābish Zahīruddīn. Nāsir loves me more than even himself.” Sāimah Aslam protested.
Tābish Zahīruddīn didn’t contradict Sāimah Aslam.
She only laughed incredulously, even sympathetically somewhat.
Her eyes were saying to her yet,
‘You simple hearted damnfool.’*
Early morning on an August weekend.
The heat was scorching as expected while students, parents & faculty showed up to the track field.
It was the first week of one of the University’s annual outdoor summer events so everyone could get acquainted with each other.
Sāimah Aslam was there to help provide refreshments, when suddenly she saw Zubaydah Ibrāhīm arrive.
The two Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān Beauties were alone.
Sāimah Aslam knew it was her only chance to talk about something that deeply bothered her.
Sāimah Aslam walked over to her old rival, naturally.
“Morning,” Sāimah Aslam said in a cordial tone.
Zubaydah Ibrāhīm gave a cordial look in return.
“Well good morning, Sāimah Aslam. It’s been a while. How are you doing these days?”
“Not bad. Busy with work as always.”
“Some things never change,” Zubaydah Ibrāhīm smiled. “You’ve always been a workaholic. That’s always been your flaw.”
Sāimah Aslam tried her best to ignore the slight insult.
“How are you? Anything new in your life?”
“Actually there is. In fact, I feel like I’m in the prime of my life right now. Things couldn’t be better for me. Thanks for asking.”
“So the rumors are true, aren’t they?” Sāimah Aslam suddenly asked without thinking.
“Excuse me?” Zubaydah Ibrāhīm replied in a puzzled tone.
“You’re sleeping with Durgesh, aren’t you?”
A grin appeared on Zubaydah Ibrāhīm’s face.
“Maybe. Why do you care anyway? Durgesh is NOT your husband. He is only your husband’s friend and Muħsin. What a tragedy, Sāimah Aslam! You hated Durgesh once to the extent that you refused to Live in relationship with him, even while your own father wanted you to do it.”
Sāimah Aslam laughed,
“Durgesh saved my father’s life then. Our ever greedy relatives had succeeded in framing a murder on my father to inherit his billions prematurely. Durgesh fought his case and got him acquitted.”
“And the fee was yourself.” Zubaydah Ibrāhīm smiled ironically.
Sāimah Aslam looked at Zubaydah Ibrāhīm contemptuously,
“I won’t claim it was never proposed even. Ammījān was too depressed to have any sanity. She offered me to Durgesh. My other sisters and cousins offered themselves to Durgesh. Even Abbū had agreed. My Ammījān compelled him to. But Durgesh said of course he loved me. Yet, he wants my feminine love, not my grateful body indebted only.”
“And you fell on his feet. You said unfortunately you have a deep hatred for any non-Muslim as your man, not Durgesh only. Yet, you are immensely indebted and if Durgesh still wants you, you are available at least, physically.”
“Durgesh raised me from his feet and smiling gracefully he told me to forget it. He was never interested in my extremely beautiful body only, however beautiful it were.”
Zubaydah Ibrāhīm smiled.
“Durgesh is a big boy and he can do whatever he wants to. It’s really none of your business.”
“Of course it’s my business. He’s our Muħsin.”
“Muħsin, Benefactor, or not, Durgesh has good taste. Besides, he has a soft spot for older Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān Beauties. As his Aħsānmand, indebted and grateful to him, you should know these things.”
Sāimah Aslam wanted to slap her old rival in public, but refrained.
“You have some nerve doing this,” she replied. “Of all the things, dirty tricks, you’ve done in your life, this really is a new low by your standards. You stole a boyfriend that I loved in college, and now this? Seriously? My own Muħsin, Benefactor?”
“Oh stop being such a drama queen, Sāimah Aslam. I never ‘stole’ your college boyfriend, I simply offered myself to him and he accepted. It’s not my fault you couldn’t keep him satisfied. Face it, you’re a prude. You’ll never be able to keep a good man as long as Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān Beauties like me are around.”
“Forgive me if I’m not a slut like you are.”
“Well maybe you should start acting like one. Then the men you date wouldn’t be lusting after me. You may have the brain, but I’ve got everything else,” Zubaydah Ibrāhīm replied in a condescending voice.
“We both know what this is about. You’re sleeping with Durgesh as a way to taunt me. You always took pleasure in doing that to others.”
“Like I said before, you haven’t changed a bit, Sāimah Aslam. Anyway, I have students to greet. Hopefully we can continue this conversation another time.”
With that, Zubaydah Ibrāhīm casually walked away.*
Sāimah Aslam stood at the at the food table an emotional wreck.
Sāimah Aslam was seething mad and utterly frustrated.
A female voice suddenly spoke behind her.
“Excuse me, I know this is none of my business, but I couldn’t help overhearing that conversation you had.”
Sāimah Aslam turned around to see another Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān Beauty the same age as her, who was clearly a mother of one of the other students on the field.
“I really wish you hadn’t heard any of that,” she replied in a defeated tone.
“Don’t worry, I’m not going to judge,” the stranger said. “Here, take this.”
THE Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān Beauty reached into her purse and pulled out a business card.
“What’s that for?” Sāimah Aslam asked.
“It’s the address of a store downtown. The owner has a specialty for Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān Beauties like us. It’s hard to explain, and I don’t think I can without sounding completely crazy. It’s something you have to discover for yourself. You’ll see.”
Sāimah Aslam took the card and looked at it.
It was the address for a lingerie shop.
It wasn’t hard for her to figure out what the other Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān Beauty was implying.
“Thanks, but I really don’t think this can help me,” Sāimah Aslam replied.
“I didn’t think it could help me either, but it did. Take a leap of faith and trust me.”
The store was empty when Sāimah Aslam entered the next day.
She slowly made her way around the room, looking at the assortment of sexy lingerie & undergarments that were on display.
It wasn’t the type of place Sāimah Aslam would normally visit.
“May I help you?”
Sāimah Aslam looked at the dignified sales Beauty, who was in her mid-50’s, beautifully dressed and exuding class.
“I was just having a look.”
The sales Beauty extended her hand for a handshake.
“My name is Ilāhī Altamash. I’m the proud owner of this little shop.”
“I’m Sāimah Aslam,” she meekly replied. “Sorry, I don’t mean to be rude, but this wasn’t what I expected. It was nice meeting you though.”
“So what were you expecting?” Ilāhī Altamash asked. “You walked into a lingerie shop and you’re telling me it’s not what you expected?”
“It’s hard to explain. Someone recommended this place to me and I wanted to give it a quick look for myself. Sorry to waste your time. This isn’t for me.”
Sāimah Aslam tried to walk out of the store but the Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān sales Beauty kept the conversation going.
“If someone recommended this place to you, then I’m sure it was for good reason. The fact that you even bothered to show up says a lot.”
She paused and thought for a moment.
“Well, you probably wouldn’t understand my situation. I don’t even think I understand what I’m going through at the moment. Let’s just say that a man who’s deeply important to me is with the wrong Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān Beauty.”
“Then who’s the right Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān Beauty for him? You?” Ilāhī Altamash asked with her eyebrows raised.
“I’m not saying that either. It’s just…I don’t know. I honestly don’t know what I’m doing here.”
“Sāimah Aslam, I’ve been in this business for a very long time and I cater to Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān Beauties like you on a daily basis. There’s nothing I haven’t already heard.”
“Fair enough,” Sāimah Aslam said with her guard slowly coming down.
“So this man you’re talking about, obviously he’s sleeping with someone. And obviously you have feelings for him. Maybe you can tell me a little bit about him so I can help put together the right wardrobe for you. Believe me, I understand men as much as I understand Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān Beauties. You’ll be irresistible to him once I’m done with you.”
“It’s not that simple. I’m not intending to sleep with him.”
Ilāhī Altamash raised an eyebrow.
“Let me guess, it’s a longtime friend of yours? Or maybe it’s your boss?”
“I’d rather not talk about who he is. This whole situation is embarrassing. Someone recommended this place to me and I came here without thinking. I’m sorry, I should be going.”
“There’s no such thing as coming to a place like this without thinking,” the Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān sales Beauty quickly replied. “You came here with a purpose, just like all the other Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān Beauties who’ve tried to convince themselves that they don’t have a heartbeat or sex drive. Give me 15 minutes of your time, if you don’t like what I have to offer, then you can leave without any regrets. There’s nothing to lose.”
Sāimah Aslam stood there and considered the proposal.
“Why are you so interested in my problems anyway?”
“Because it’s my job,” Ilāhī Altamash smiled. “I opened this place for Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān Beauties like you. Now shall we get started?”
The two Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān Beauties stood in the dressing room as Sāimah Aslam got undressed.
Ilāhī Altamash had picked out a variety of different bras and panties for her new client to try on.
“Everything off,” the Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān sales Beauty said as Sāimah Aslam stood awkwardly in her bra.
“Is this even necessary? I already know what size I am.”
“It’s not about size, it’s about how you look & feel in what you’re wearing underneath. These undergarments are what cover your most intimate female parts. Don’t be shy, I see naked Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān Beauties almost every day.”
After a deep breath, Sāimah Aslam reached behind herself and unclasped her bra, standing topless in front of a mirror.
Her breasts were big sized and her brown nipples protruded.
Exposing her breasts to a complete stranger wasn’t something she normally did, but it was no different than going to a doctor, she thought to herself.
“Beautiful,” Ilāhī Altamash stated. “He’s a lucky man whoever he is. Now try this on.”
Sāimah Aslam grabbed the bra Ilāhī Altamash handed to her and tried it on.
It was black colored, with thin straps, and it was the softest material the Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān Beauty had ever felt against her skin.
What stood out the most was that the front part of the bra was completely see-through.
“What do you think?” the Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān sales Beauty asked. “Sexy, isn’t it?”
“It’s not something I would normally wear. Come to think of it, I’ve never worn anything as provocative as this before,” Sāimah Aslam replied.
“I can tell. You seem like such a straight laced Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān Beauty. But then again, I’ve had clients more prim & proper than you come in here only to discover an entirely new side to themselves.”
“You mean the sexual side right?” she asked, already knowing the answer. “I’m sorry if I’m misleading you, but I’m certainly not trying to screw anyone or discover a ‘new side’ to myself. I’ll gladly pay for some of these items because I appreciate your time.”
Ilāhī Altamash leaned forward and whispered in Sāimah Aslam’s ear,
“It’s your Muħsin, Benefactor, isn’t it?”
“Excuse me?” she replied, feeling offended.
“What’s your Muħsin, Benefactor’s name?”
“His name is Durgesh. I don’t see what that has to do with anything.”
“Well, clearly Durgesh is the guy you’re thinking of,” Ilāhī Altamash said as a matter-of-fact. “When you walked in here, you said that someone you deeply cared about was with the wrong Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān Beauty, and you’re probably right. You’re his Aħsānmand, indebted and grateful to him, and your female instincts know what’s best for him.”
“I don’t know where you’re going with this. I’m a…”
“A good woman? Relax sweetheart, there’s nothing wrong with any of this. It’s a fantasy. Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān Beauties are allowed to have fantasies right?”
Sāimah Aslam gave the Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān sales Beauty a puzzled look.
“I feel like we’re having two totally different conversations here. I’m not sure I’m following you.”
Ilāhī Altamash smiled,
“You’re willing to fuck your Muħsin, Benefactor, aren’t you? You don’t have to be ashamed to admit that. Deep down you know it’s true. There are plenty of Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān women who would do the same if it meant their Muħsin, Benefactor, would be better off.”
A gasp suddenly escaped Sāimah Aslam’s lips.
Never in her life had anyone said something so brazen and vulgar to her.
But at the same time, she couldn’t deny it either.
“I don’t know what gives you that idea,” she replied sternly. “But I’m not that kind of Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān Beauty.”
Ilāhī Altamash flashed a condescending look.
“Then what kind of Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān Beauty are you? The kind that has no pulse and lives without a heartbeat? I bet the man who’s ever slept with you has thought of you as a dead fish in bed, is that right?”
A look of shame crept over Sāimah Aslam’s face.
Never in her life had she felt so deflated or conflicted.
“What am I supposed to do? I love him. He means the world to me, and the thought of him screwing around with a Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān Beauty that I despise just breaks my heart.”
“Undo your pants,” the Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān sales Beauty ordered.
Without thinking, Sāimah Aslam slowly did as Sāimah Aslam was told.
She undid her pants to let it fall to the floor.
“Why are you asking me to do this?”
Ilāhī Altamash slipped her hand down Sāimah Aslam’s panties.
Sāimah Aslam stood helplessly as the Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān sales Beauty inserted two fingers inside her vagina and began to probe around.
It was her first sexual experience with another Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān Beauty.
“You’re dripping wet,” Ilāhī Altamash stated with her fingers still busy the client’s vagina. “It feels like you are that kind of Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān Beauty.”
“I…uh…Allah, oh God…”
The Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān sales Beauty suddenly took her fingers out and walked away, leaving Sāimah Aslam feeling strangely disappointed that her first lesbian experience didn’t continue.
But to her surprise, the Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān sales Beauty returned with a sex toy the shape of a man’s penis.
And the penis was uncut.
“Are you ready for your first lesson?” she asked with a grin, holding up the sex toy.
“What are you going to do with that?”
Ilāhī Altamash smiled,
“I’m going to teach you exactly how to get your Muħsin, Benefactor, back. If you do as I say, he’ll never want another Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān Beauty aside from you.”*
Sāimah Aslam came home late that afternoon to the sight of me sitting in front of the TV.
I was stretching on the floor, and I was obviously tired.
“It looks like you could use a hand,” she said, putting her shopping bags down.
“I’m alright. A little more stretching and some good food later and I’ll be fine.”
“Nonsense. I know a thing or two about massages.”
Sāimah Aslam walked over to me and sat down on the floor next to me.
I was wearing shorts.
Her hands grabbed my thighs.
She did her best to squeeze as much of my muscles as she could, from my thighs all the way down to my calves.
“Eīshān,” I gasped. “You’ve got one heck of a grip Sāimah Aslam. I didn’t know you were so strong.”
“Well I’m glad that all those years of doing the exercises has some extra benefits.”
Her eyes went back to my legs.
Sāimah Aslam noticed the contrast of her delicate fingers to my tanned skin.
The massage was meant to be innocent, but the advice
Sāimah Aslam got from Ilāhī Altamash still lingered in the back of her mind.
“This feels awesome,” I sighed. “All of a sudden I don’t feel so sore anymore.”
“Sounds like you did a good amount of running today. I used to be a runner when I was your age, so I know what it’s like.”
Her hands continued rubbing and massaging my bare thighs.
“Really? I never knew that about you,” I replied.
“Don’t act so surprised mister,” she said jokingly. “You aren’t the only athlete in the family.”
“What makes you think I’m surprised? You’ve definitely got the body of an athletic Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān Beauty. Your muscle tone is perfect and you’ve got curves in all the right places.”
For the very first time in her life, she felt herself becoming sexually aroused by me.
Her fingers eventually made their way up the bottom part of my shorts.
“I had no idea you noticed,” she said in a coy tone.
My eyes looked down at her hands, that was my Aħsānmand, indebted and grateful to me.
“It’s hard not to. You’ve got great legs Sāimah Aslam.”
“So do you,” she said, almost in a whisper.
Without thinking, she pushed her hands further up my thighs.
It was inappropriate and she knew it.
But she didn’t care now.
Winning over her rival was more important now than bothering with the fact that I was a Hindu, not a Musalmān.
Well, her ever constant rival, Zubaydah Ibrāhīm, was herself a Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān Beauty.
If my being a Hindu couldn’t stop Zubaydah Ibrāhīm fucking me, why the hell should it stop Sāimah Aslam herself?
Sāimah Aslam had to come out of her shell now.
Sāimah Aslam had to come out of her shell now.
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