The Extent: Cuckold Your Musalmān Husband:40

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Chapter 40

Durgesh Al Waħīdah Al Nādir
Durgesh Al Tadbīr Al Ilāhī
Ummil Mominīn

Al Waħīdah Al Nādir found herself looking at me in more than just a normal way.
Al Waħīdah Al Nādir loved me very much, but growing inside of her was the urge to protect me from the world, and after time passed, it was her own self that I needed protected from.
Often late at night, Al Waħīdah Al Nādir would wake up and immediately drift to a state of mind of loneliness and confusion, and Al Waħīdah Al Nādir would cry herself back to sleep.
Al Waħīdah Al Nādir knew Al Waħīdah Al Nādir needed counseling but was too scared to admit to anyone that Al Waħīdah Al Nādir had become sexually attracted to Durgesh, the sixty five years old Anant Muslimātchod Hindu.
Al Waħīdah Al Nādir was afraid of being judged or even worse, turned into the religious police.
Al Waħīdah Al Nādir knew what Al Waħīdah Al Nādir had been feeling was wrong and that a Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān girl should never feel this way about Durgesh, the sixty five years old Anant Muslimātchod Hindu.
Why was it happening to Al Waħīdah Al Nādir, Al Waħīdah Al Nādir often wondered, but never could find the answer, and had no one to turn to?
Over the next couple of months Al Waħīdah Al Nādir did a lot of research on the internet trying to meet other Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān women online who had experienced the same feelings that Al Waħīdah Al Nādir had been feeling.
They claimed Durgesh fucked every Musalmān houselady that’s beautiful and ever came in his contact.
If it was true, some of them at least should be available on the Internet too.
Shouldn’t they?
Al Waħīdah Al Nādir found a large number of such Musalmān houseladies that were proudly acknowledging their open Live In Relationship now even, with Durgesh, the sixty five years old Anant Muslimātchod Hindu.

They discussed these sorts of topics but mostly there problems dealt with Durgesh being attracted to them due to this or that reason, and not the other way around.
Some of the Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān women however, did offer help and advised Al Waħīdah Al Nādir to go out and try to date.
A lot easier said than done when Al Waħīdah Al Nādir didn’t have a lot of friends since Al Waħīdah Al Nādir’s husband and Al Waħīdah Al Nādir were separated.
The vast majority of Al Waħīdah Al Nādir’s friends were also his.
There were a few co-workers Al Waħīdah Al Nādir got along with but no one that Al Waħīdah Al Nādir could see herself dancing the night away with, if you know what Al Waħīdah Al Nādir meant.

Al Waħīdah Al Nādir’s feelings grew stronger towards Durgesh, the sixty five years old Anant Muslimātchod Hindu.
Al Waħīdah Al Nādir started to become jealous when Durgesh started to date a Panjvaqtah Namāzī smart Musalmān girl named Al Tadbīr Al Ilāhī.
Al Tadbīr Al Ilāhī and Durgesh, the sixty five years old Anant Muslimātchod Hindu, spent a lot of time together on weekends and even during the week nights at her own house.
Al Waħīdah Al Nādir could see it in Durgesh, the sixty five years old Anant Muslimātchod Hindu’s eyes that he was in love with Al Tadbīr Al Ilāhī and she was with Durgesh.
Al Tadbīr Al Ilāhī was very pretty Panjvaqtah Namāzī smart Musalmān girl with long natural red curly hair with a perfect smile and came from a filthy rich wealthy Årab Musalmān family.
Al Waħīdah Al Nādir had witnessed us kissing late one night when Al Waħīdah Al Nādir had woken up from Al Waħīdah Al Nādir’s sleep and was thirsty.
Al Waħīdah Al Nādir walked to the kitchen for a drink of water and they sat there outside on the deck steps lip locked as Al Tadbīr Al Ilāhī’s fingers caressed Durgesh, the sixty five years old Anant Muslimātchod Hindu’s face.
Al Waħīdah Al Nādir stood there staring at us got a good two minutes before closing her own eyes to imagine herself out in the night with Durgesh, the sixty five years old Anant Muslimātchod Hindu…looking into his eyes…holding his hand…whispering to Al Waħīdah Al Nādir I love her, all while feeling my lips pressed against Al Waħīdah Al Nādir’s.
Al Waħīdah Al Nādir’s imagination ran wild on a nightly basis and the more she imagined, the more Al Waħīdah Al Nādir desired Durgesh, the sixty five years old Anant Muslimātchod Hindu.

One Sunday in May, it was Durgesh, the sixty five years old Anant Muslimātchod Hindu’s HVSI Satr function.
Al Waħīdah Al Nādir was a very proud Musalmān houselady as I walked across the Cabinet Room and smiling at Al Waħīdah Al Nādir as Al Waħīdah Al Nādir stood there cheering for me from the balcony seat of the Cabinet Room.
Al Waħīdah Al Nādir wanted to grab me, hold me, and hug me.
I rushed down to the lobby when the participants were dismissed and wrapped Al Waħīdah Al Nādir’s arms tightly around Al Waħīdah Al Nādir’s dream lover.
The only bad thing was that Al Tadbīr Al Ilāhī was clinging on to me wherever I went.
After one to two hours of this misery and almost getting sick to Al Waħīdah Al Nādir’s stomach Al Waħīdah Al Nādir decided to give Durgesh, the sixty five years old Anant Muslimātchod Hindu one more normal hug and kiss on my lips head home.

Al Waħīdah Al Nādir had planned to make Durgesh; the sixty five years old Anant Muslimātchod Hindu a special dinner that night to celebrate my success but on Al Waħīdah Al Nādir’s drive home Al Waħīdah Al Nādir’s phone started to ring.
It was Durgesh, the sixty five years old Anant Muslimātchod Hindu.
“Hey there sweetie” Al Waħīdah Al Nādir answered.
Al Waħīdah Al Nādir could hear a lot of background noise when Durgesh, the sixty five years old Anant Muslimātchod Hindu was speaking.
I was informing Al Waħīdah Al Nādir that I was going to head to my friends house for a celebration party and would probably stay overnight.
“Aww Durgesh, the sixty five years old Anant Muslimātchod Hindu” Al Waħīdah Al Nādir said in disappointment knowing Al Waħīdah Al Nādir’s plans were spoiled, but Al Waħīdah Al Nādir couldn’t be upset at me.
After all, it was my achievement, and Al Waħīdah Al Nādir wanted me to have a fun time with my friends, Al Waħīdah Al Nādir should say.
“Promise me that you will not be careless and drive, and if Al Tadbīr Al Ilāhī goes be sure to take care of her. Do not let her get into any trouble, and be nice to her. I know she loves you.” Al Waħīdah Al Nādir said to Durgesh, the sixty five years old Anant Muslimātchod Hindu hoping I would believe that Al Waħīdah Al Nādir really did like her.
And Al Waħīdah Al Nādir did, but she just wished Al Tadbīr Al Ilāhī wasn’t around me every day and night.
“I will be sure to have a nice breakfast for you in the morning since Al Waħīdah Al Nādir won’t be able to make you a special achievement dinner.” Al Waħīdah Al Nādir said to me as we got off the phone.
“Sounds great Al Waħīdah Al Nādir, see you later.” I said hanging up in a bliss.

The night couldn’t have dragged on any slower.
Al Waħīdah Al Nādir warmed up some cold cheese pizza that we ordered the night before and sat down on the couch to scarf it down.
There wasn’t much on television either and Al Waħīdah Al Nādir already had watched all of the shows that she recorded on the DVR throughout the week before.
Al Waħīdah Al Nādir decided to open my laptop, kill some time on Facebook, and waste the night away.
There wasn’t much happening on there, just some achievement ceremony pictures being posted by some friends whose child graduated earlier.
Al Waħīdah Al Nādir decided to get up and pour a glass of homemade Sangria that Al Waħīdah Al Nādir had been chilling in Al Waħīdah Al Nādir’s refrigerator since the morning.
The house was quiet and it seemed somewhat scary.
Al Waħīdah Al Nādir knew that the nights would become this way every night once Durgesh, the sixty five years old Anant Muslimātchod Hindu left for Ved Nagar in August.
Deep down Al Waħīdah Al Nādir’s heart was aching.
Al Waħīdah Al Nādir needed to find someone to share Al Waħīdah Al Nādir’s life with but it was hard.
Al Waħīdah Al Nādir decided to try Al Waħīdah Al Nādir’s luck and sign up for a few dating websites.
“What could it hurt?” Al Waħīdah Al Nādir wondered to herself out loud.
Al Waħīdah Al Nādir deserved to be happy.
But it seemed that every guy Al Waħīdah Al Nādir encountered for the next few hours only wanted what most guys want.

To Al Waħīdah Al Nādir’s surprise, a woman whose user identification was “Ummil Mominīn” had sent Al Waħīdah Al Nādir a message and she was local.
Al Waħīdah Al Nādir never really have had an interest in another woman but her picture was cute and introduced herself to Al Waħīdah Al Nādir as “Ummil Mominīn.”
Al Waħīdah Al Nādir fond out that she only lived a few minutes away and just moved in to the subdivision next to her.
She also was in the process of divorcing and after a few back and forth messages their conversation got a little deeper.
Al Waħīdah Al Nādir d I told her about Al Waħīdah Al Nādir’s problems with Durgesh, the sixty five years old Anant Muslimātchod Hindu going off to Ved Nagar and with being lonely.
She too was in a similar position as Al Waħīdah Al Nādir.
Her oldest daughter, Al Jamīlah Al Åbbās, left for Ved Nagar a few years ago, but she had another daughter who would be attending the same premises that Durgesh, the sixty five years old Anant Muslimātchod Hindu just achieved from.

They spent some time chatting back and forth about their lives before she proposed that they hang out sometime or maybe have a few drinks at the steakhouse that was right down the street.
She seemed really nice and Al Waħīdah Al Nādir figured that it couldn’t hurt meeting her.
Shortly after agreeing to meet, she messaged Al Waħīdah Al Nādir her number and suggested talking on the phone.
Al Waħīdah Al Nādir told her that Al Waħīdah Al Nādir had a few things to do around the house but Al Waħīdah Al Nādir would give her a call when Al Waħīdah Al Nādir was finished, and Al Waħīdah Al Nādir did after Al Waħīdah Al Nādir got ready for bed and lie down.

Al Waħīdah Al Nādir was quite nervous as her phone continued to ring but when she answered, she sounded very sweet.
Her voice was soft and had bit of a country to it.
Al Waħīdah Al Nādir hadn’t ever met anyone from the Internet but so far, she seemed like someone that is trustworthy.
They talked about their favorite drinks and she told Al Waħīdah Al Nādir the story of her first ever alcoholic drink.
She was nineteen at the time and she spilled the entire glass on her soon to be ex husband.
They had been married for seventeen years and they decided to call it quits when they both realized they weren’t in love with each other anymore.
They started to talk about men in general and they both agreed that men were assholes but women couldn’t live without them.
She was very open but it was pleasing knowing that Al Waħīdah Al Nādir was someone she could be so open with, so quickly.
“Al Waħīdah Al Nādir, I hate men, but love their dicks,” she bluntly said causing Al Waħīdah Al Nādir to nearly choke on Al Waħīdah Al Nādir’s own drink that Al Waħīdah Al Nādir was sipping.
Everything was going great and Al Waħīdah Al Nādir had a new friend until she asked the one question that potentially changed Al Waħīdah Al Nādir’s life forever

“Enough about me, what is your ultimate fantasy?” she asked.

“Oh wow,” Al Waħīdah Al Nādir I replied as their conversation went silent.

“I have so many, I guess I don’t know where to start,” Al Waħīdah Al Nādir said as she took a sip of her drink and Al Waħīdah Al Nādir could feel Al Waħīdah Al Nādir’s cheeks beginning to warm.
This woman had Al Waħīdah Al Nādir blushing, and Al Waħīdah Al Nādir didn’t blush.

Over the years, Al Waħīdah Al Nādir had developed many fantasies.
Some of them simple and normal, the usual threesome, or being with another woman, but the most daring one, to Al Waħīdah Al Nādir, of course was Al Waħīdah Al Nādir’s fantasy of making love to Durgesh, the sixty five years old Anant Muslimātchod Hindu.
Al Waħīdah Al Nādir had been separated from her Musalmān husband for quite some time and that ultimately could be the reasoning of this fantasy.
Al Waħīdah Al Nādir knew there was no way Al Waħīdah Al Nādir could tell her this…not even in a million years, not without judgment Al Waħīdah Al Nādir was sure. So Al Waħīdah Al Nādir thought of the next best thing.

“Ever since my Musalmān husband and I split, I have fantasized of being with a Hindu man.” Al Waħīdah Al Nādir said to her gravely.

“Oh really…Al Waħīdah Al Nādir, I have that one as well. Give me some details about yours,” She said insistently.

“Well…just being with a Hindu guy in general and his tight Hindu body, feeling him inside me…just is very orgasmic sounding,” Al Waħīdah Al Nādir said and again Al Waħīdah Al Nādir was not shaking nervously.
Al Waħīdah Al Nādir had never been this open with anyone this quickly, but Al Waħīdah Al Nādir was excited for a change.
All of this talk was starting to get her heated up.
“I just love the thought of it,” she added as Al Waħīdah Al Nādir’s right hand casually made its way down Al Waħīdah Al Nādir’s belly to the lace band of Al Waħīdah Al Nādir’s underwear.

“What age do you want this Hindu guy to be?” she asked.

“I’d say over sixty for sure probably,” Al Waħīdah Al Nādir answered.

“Probably?” she questioned.

“As long as he is over sixty, quite experienced I mean. I don’t want any learning child anymore. My stupid Musalmān husband was enough for me for that for once and all, Allah Allah.” Al Waħīdah Al Nādir responded.

“Have you ever thought about meeting a Hindu guy from the Internet?” she asked.

“No not really, in fact I don’t even do this a whole lot. You were probably one of the first I have ever considered talking to on the phone” Al Waħīdah Al Nādir told her.

“Didn’t you say Durgesh just achieved something? What about any of his friends? Are any of them cute enough? She asked.

“Well sure, but they are his friends and that would be awkward I think and Durgesh, the sixty five years old Anant Muslimātchod Hindu would shoot me.” Al Waħīdah Al Nādir said to her.
Al Waħīdah Al Nādir wasn’t thinking of any of my friends at all.
The only one Al Waħīdah Al Nādir was imagining this with was Durgesh, the sixty five years old Anant Muslimātchod Hindu himself.
Al Waħīdah Al Nādir wanted to just blurt it out and tell her but wasn’t quite sure what she would say if Al Waħīdah Al Nādir brought it up, but daringly Al Waħīdah Al Nādir did.

“You know I told you that being with a Hindu guy was my biggest fantasy but truth be told, it’s actually not the biggest. It does involve being with a Hindu guy and I’m sure you won’t talk to me again after I tell you this.” Al Waħīdah Al Nādir said and then Al Waħīdah Al Nādir hesitated to take a deep breath.

“Oh really…Do tell,” she replied anxiously waiting to hear what Al Waħīdah Al Nādir was about to tell her.

Al Waħīdah Al Nādir I took a deep breath and closed her eyes.
Al Waħīdah Al Nādir felt lost in Al Waħīdah Al Nādir’s own bed.
Al Waħīdah Al Nādir’s body was shaking nervously.
Al Waħīdah Al Nādir’s palms had begun to sweat.
From head to toe, Al Waħīdah Al Nādir felt chilled.
Was Al Waħīdah Al Nādir really going to admit this to her…this complete stranger?
Underneath the nervousness and chills, Al Waħīdah Al Nādir liked this feeling.
Al Waħīdah Al Nādir’s body desired more of this excitement but Al Waħīdah Al Nādir knew if she told her this, things would change the second Al Waħīdah Al Nādir let it out.

“I actually have had a fantasy of Durgesh, the sixty five years old Anant Muslimātchod Hindu before.” Al Waħīdah Al Nādir said and then Al Waħīdah Al Nādir fell silent waiting for her to speak.

“Oh wow, are you really serious,” she asked Al Waħīdah Al Nādir.

Instantly Al Waħīdah Al Nādir knew Al Waħīdah Al Nādir shouldn’t have told her and immediately regretted the decision.
Al Waħīdah Al Nādir knew Al Waħīdah Al Nādir couldn’t take it back and pretended Al Waħīdah Al Nādir was joking.
Al Waħīdah Al Nādir did however try to play it off by explaining it was because of Al Waħīdah Al Nādir’s depression from the separation.

“Al Waħīdah Al Nādir, you wouldn’t be the first Musalmān woman to have sexual thoughts about Durgesh, the sixty five years old Anant Muslimātchod Hindu. Lots of Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān, Panjvaqtah Namāzī smart Musalmān girls that are in your position go through it. I think it is very normal to have fantasies,” she said as the feeling of instant relief rang throughout Al Waħīdah Al Nādir’s body.

“You think so” Al Waħīdah Al Nādir asked her.

“Al Waħīdah Al Nādir, I know so. Would you ever act on it? She asked.

Al Waħīdah Al Nādir hesitated to answer because honestly, Al Waħīdah Al Nādir didn’t even know the answer.
Al Waħīdah Al Nādir started to imagine the first time when Al Waħīdah Al Nādir saw Durgesh, the sixty five years old Anant Muslimātchod Hindu in a sexual manner.
Al Waħīdah Al Nādir noticed my Hindu muscles and imagined how amazing it would feel to lie in my strong Hindu arms, and have me kiss her on Al Waħīdah Al Nādir’s lips, and to feel my Hindu hands on Al Waħīdah Al Nādir’s big heavy Musalmān buttocks as Al Waħīdah Al Nādir straddle me raising herself up and down on my ever erect Uncut Hindu Lund.
Or, lying there under my body with Al Waħīdah Al Nādir’s legs opened wide for me as I penetrate in and out of her making love to Al Waħīdah Al Nādir like her husband used to.

“Al Waħīdah Al Nādir, you still there?” she asked Al Waħīdah Al Nādir.

Suddenly Al Waħīdah Al Nādir snapped back to their conversation “Ummm…I think I probably would try it…I think.”

“I think you should do it,” She suggested.

“How and…How” Al Waħīdah Al Nādir asked her with confusion.

“Al Waħīdah Al Nādir, I could help you. Al Waħīdah Al Nādir, I only live a few minutes away. Why don’t we arrange for a night when you could come over and we can meet and go from there and we can divvy up a plan,” She said.
Al Waħīdah Al Nādir wasn’t sure if Al Waħīdah Al Nādir was ready for that since they had just met.
Even though this woman sounded very sweet and sincere, underneath it all there could lie a serial killer or an ex murderer.

“I tell you what. Let’s meet for dinner tomorrow night and just talk first and then we will see what happens.” Al Waħīdah Al Nādir suggested.

“That’s a deal,” she responded.
They set plans and said their ‘Allah Ħāfiz’, goodbyes.
Their intent was to Meet around 6pm after Al Waħīdah Al Nādir get off her work the next day.
Al Waħīdah Al Nādir lay there quietly in bed not making a move or a peep for a while thinking about everything.
Al Waħīdah Al Nādir’s feelings were mixed on the situation.
Al Waħīdah Al Nādir was excited that Al Waħīdah Al Nādir had met Ummil Mominīn and her willingness to help Al Waħīdah Al Nādir to achieve Al Waħīdah Al Nādir’s biggest fantasy but scared at the same time because Al Waħīdah Al Nādir didn’t really know her.
Al Waħīdah Al Nādir began to imagine Durgesh, the sixty five years old Anant Muslimātchod Hindu lying in bed beside her.
In no time, Al Waħīdah Al Nādir had stripped herself down to just Al Waħīdah Al Nādir’s t-shirt and masturbated thinking about Durgesh, the sixty five years old Anant Muslimātchod Hindu.
In addition, as quickly as Al Waħīdah Al Nādir started Al Waħīdah Al Nādir finished with a larger than usual orgasm.

The next morning Al Waħīdah Al Nādir was awoken to Al Waħīdah Al Nādir’s alarm clock sounding off at 6am.
Al Waħīdah Al Nādir wished it were the weekend all over again.
Al Waħīdah Al Nādir hated Mondays, and always dreaded going to work.
Al Waħīdah Al Nādir forced herself up and hopped in the shower.
Al Waħīdah Al Nādir washed Al Waħīdah Al Nādir’s hair and Al Waħīdah Al Nādir’s body and shaved Al Waħīdah Al Nādir’s legs.
Al Waħīdah Al Nādir normally didn’t shave Al Waħīdah Al Nādir’s pubic region, instead, kept it neatly trimmed.
Nevertheless, today Al Waħīdah Al Nādir desired the change.
Al Waħīdah Al Nādir was feeling sexy standing there in the shower and shaved herself entirely.
Al Waħīdah Al Nādir was putting on Al Waħīdah Al Nādir’s clothes in Al Waħīdah Al Nādir’s room when Al Waħīdah Al Nādir heard Durgesh, the sixty five years old Anant Muslimātchod Hindu come home.
Al Waħīdah Al Nādir finished dressing quickly and went to greet me as I was walking up the stairs leading up to my bedroom.
Without thinking, Al Waħīdah Al Nādir was running so fast that we stumbled and almost fell down the stairs.
However, she didn’t care and neither did I.
Al Waħīdah Al Nādir planted a small kiss directly on my Hindu lips and held it there for a moment.
In addition, when Al Waħīdah Al Nādir released, she bit her lower lip teasingly and said,
“Welcome back home, MuslimātRamañ. What do you want for breakfast?”

“Pancakes,” I said with a cheesy smile.

“Pancakes it is for Al Waħīdah Al Nādir’s man,” Al Waħīdah Al Nādir responded.

We made some small talk about the overnight achievement party while I escorted her arm and arm back down to the kitchen.
Al Waħīdah Al Nādir couldn’t tell from my demeanor if Al Tadbīr Al Ilāhī and I had sex and Al Waħīdah Al Nādir wasn’t going to ask.
Al Waħīdah Al Nādir was curious though but decided to leave it alone.
Al Waħīdah Al Nādir didn’t even really care to be honest.
Al Waħīdah Al Nādir was just happy to be alone with me for a few minutes before Al Waħīdah Al Nādir had to set out to work.

“Hey sweetie, are you going to be home tonight.” Al Waħīdah Al Nādir asked me pouring the pancake batter on to the skillet.

“Yeah Al Waħīdah Al Nādir, I should be, and Al Tadbīr Al Ilāhī has to work late, so yea Al Waħīdah Al Nādir should be here.” I replied.

“Awesome,” Al Waħīdah Al Nādir said as Al Waħīdah Al Nādir continued to pour.
A few moments passed by and Al Waħīdah Al Nādir mentioned to me how Al Waħīdah Al Nādir was supposed to Meet a Panjvaqtah Namāzī smart Musalmān girl friend for dinner and would be home shortly afterwards.
I only smiled, but if only I knew the entire story behind their dinner, it may have changed my mind a little.

“Hey is ‘The Voice’ on tonight?” Al Waħīdah Al Nādir asked.

“I believe so,” I answered.
Al Waħīdah Al Nādir smiled and turned away from finishing up the first pancake while trying to retrieve a plate from the cabinet.
“I have to go finish getting ready. There is a lot more batter, so start whipping up some more pancakes if you’d like,” Al Waħīdah Al Nādir said to me and walked her way back up the stairs towards Al Waħīdah Al Nādir’s bedroom.
Al Waħīdah Al Nādir’s mood was good if Al Waħīdah Al Nādir was glowing.
Today may turn out to be a great day after all.

Chapter 41
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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



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