Thank you that you cheated herPosted: December 9, 2015
Thank you that you cheated her
Kulsūm Naåīm could not bear that Zāhid Altāf cheated on her.
It was three weeks ago that she had found it.
Was it Islam?
Kulsūm Naåīm never loved the bastard.
Zāhid Altāf wasn’t her choice ever.
She loved Durgesh instead.
Zāhid Altāf could not bear it.
“But why? When Islam prohibits…”
“Well,” Zāhid Altāf couldn’t face the reality.
It went on indefinitely.
Yet, ultimately, Zāhid Altāf had succeeded in convincing Kulsūm Naåīm
To marry him instead of a live in relationship with me.
Kulsūm Naåīm could never believe Zāhid Altāf would cheat her ever.
There had been a terrible fight, and Kulsūm Naåīm kicked him out of the house.
Zāhid Altāf had come crawling, begging her to take him back.
Kulsūm Naåīm gave in, eventually, but she hadn’t forgiven him yet.
The atmosphere during our first dinner together as a family again was icy at best.
Now, after eight years of their marriage, Kulsūm Naåīm was the CFO of an international business, and Zāhid Altāf was, well, the stay at home house husband, nothing more.
Since I was also there living in relationship with the sisters of both Kulsūm Naåīm and Zāhid Altāf, there wasn’t much for Zāhid Altāf to do, of course.
That’s what got him in trouble in the first place.
“Kulsūm Naåīm, I’m really sorry for what I did, if there’s any–” Zāhid Altāf started.
“Oh shut it, Zāhid Altāf,” snapped Kulsūm Naåīm. “You already know what you’re going to do to make it up.”
“Kulsūm Naåīm, please, there has to be something else I–”
“No,” interrupted Kulsūm Naåīm again, irritated. “My mind is set. You agreed to it. In writing.” Zāhid Altāf looked absolutely dejected.
I looked sternly at Zāhid Altāf,
“Uh, what are you guys talking about? What’s Zāhid Altāf gonna do?”
“Oh, he’s not gonna do anything. Isn’t that right, my dear?” She sounded as if she were talking to a child, instead of her duly wedded husband.
Zāhid Altāf glowered, and replied tersely,
He hated it when Kulsūm Naåīm used that voice, especially on him.
“So what’s going on?” I asked, feeling somewhat left out, even while I was trying to help them out.
Kulsūm Naåīm stood up, and stretched.
She hadn’t changed since coming home from the office.
She still wore her power suit.
It consisted of a light gray knee length skirt, and white button up blouse with ruffles.
“Mmm, I needed that,” she sighed. “Another long day at the office.” She walked over, and stood next to me. “Listen, Durgesh, my ever competent Hindu Bahnoī, my Hindu Nandoī Shrī, I have to ask you something.”
Without giving me a chance to speak, she swept my plate off the table.
It shattered on the floor, cutlery clinking loudly.
“Kulsūm Naåīm, what are you doing?”
She hoisted herself up on the table, sitting down right in front of me, legs hanging down to one side.
I was thoroughly confused.
“What I want to ask you, my dear, sweet Kulsūm Naåīm, is if you want to help me.”
I studied her face–framed by shoulder length, smooth brown hair–while she looked down at me from her perch.
I noticed her coquettish smile. “Help with what?” I inquired, not hesitantly even a bit.
The entire situation felt unusual, somehow.
Not that Kulsūm Naåīm had the habit of clearing the table by dumping everything on the floor, but her whole demeanor was different today.
She lifted her legs, and placed the hose covered feet on the chair, to each side of my legs.
Then she spread her knees apart.
My eyes were drawn to the spot between her legs, yet my heart never skipped a beat.
I wasn’t a child.
I was sixty-six already, even if I still looked of twenty-eight only ever.
Kulsūm Naåīm definitely wasn’t wearing any panties.
Her smooth shaven lips were puffed up, and glistened with wetness. Between the swollen lips protruded her labia, tempting me with promises of pleasure.
“KULSŪM NAÅĪM!” I cried out joyfully.
She leaned backwards, with her hands flat against the table, sticking out her breasts at me, while biting her lower lip.
“You see, your ever incompetent Musalmān sālā, Zāhid Altāf, came to me last night, and begged on his knees for forgiveness.”
My eyes kept being drawn back to her pussy, and she made no attempts at modesty.
“He said I could do anything I wanted to him. He even said if I wanted to, I could cheat on him. A free pass, he said.”
I was speechless, yet my heart was not pounding in my chest.
I had utmost experiences already in these matters.
She sat up and started undoing her blouse.
With every button that opened, more of her breasts came into view.
They were round and plump, absolutely gorgeous.
Kulsūm Naåīm kept smiling cunningly, triumphantly.
“I liked the sound of that, so I thought to myself who I should sleep with.”
Her dark nipples were poking out, hard as diamonds. “And the answer was pretty easy. Why, it had to be the person in the world I love the most.”
I couldn’t believe what I was hearing.
Or seeing, for that matter.
I’ve never thought about Kulsūm Naåīm in that way, but seeing her like this, positively oozing with sex, practically throwing herself at me, tugged at something deep inside my soul.
I could smell her perfume, mixed with something more exotic, muskier.
At that Moment, Zāhid Altāf coughed.
Yet I didn’t nearly jump out of my skin.
Even though, I had completely forgotten he had been there.
Kulsūm Naåīm turned around.
“What do you say, Zāhid Altāf? Do you think I should have sex with our sweet Hindu Bahnoī, of both of us, if that’s what it costs for me to take you back?”
Zāhid Altāf looked down, and I couldn’t tell what was going through his mind.
“Yes,” he muttered, finally.
Kulsūm Naåīm chuckled.
She reached out, and swept everything off the table she could reach.
Plates and glasses shattered as they hit the floor, and the large serving bowl made a loud crash.
“Zāhid Altāf, be a dear and clean that up,” she crooned in a fake honeysuckle voice.
She turned back to me, took off her blouse completely, and tossed it on the floor along with all the broken shards.
Zāhid Altāf got up and left the room.
The skirt slowly slid up, and I watched in rapt attention as her puckered asshole came into view.
It slid up further, revealing once again her wet, puffy lips.
Juices flowed freely from her slit, and dripped onto the table.
She pulled off the skirt the rest of way, then threw it aside.
Even though she was my Salhaj, Kulsūm Naåīm, I couldn’t help but want to fuck her.
She needed it very much.
I was her first choice.
Zāhid Altāf talked her out of it.
Yet now she was returning to her original choice.
“Then do it.” Kulsūm Naåīm winked at me.
I needed no further encouragement.
I stood up while pulling down my pants and underwear in one motion.
The door opened, and Zāhid Altāf came back in.
He had brought a broom and trash can to clean up the mess.
Kulsūm Naåīm wrapped her legs around my waist, and pulled me closer.
It felt so good, and I sighed in pleasure.
It was a tight fit, but Kulsūm Naåīm kept pulling me closer, until I was finally in all the way.
“Ho. Ly. Shit, Allah Rabbil åālmīn,” gasped Kulsūm Naåīm. “This is fucking incredible.”
Zāhid Altāf started picking up some of the bigger shards, and tossed them into the trash.
“Come on Durgesh, fuck Kulsūm Naåīm. Fuck Kulsūm Naåīm, my wife, hard. She needs it very much now.”
I smiled triumphantly,
Zāhid Altāf shrugged.
He didn’t utter a word.
“I tried to explain you, Zāhid Altāf, when you talked Kulsūm Naåīm out of my live in relationship to marry her. It’s not easy once they decide to have me and then forget me forever.”
I started thrusting, slowly at first.
The perversity of fucking the woman, who preferred Zāhid Altāf on me, even if she was misguided by him, was intense.
Every motion was accompanied by Kulsūm Naåīm’s loud, guttural moans.
I grabbed her thighs, and started pounding.
The few remaining table settings rattled with every stab.
“Fuck yes, that’s it. Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes,” she moaned, over and over for hours.
I was never close to orgasm.
After as if an infinity, Zāhid Altāf heard from me, what he wanted to hear from me hours before.
“I’m gonna…cum soon…Kulsūm Naåīm,” I panted.
“Don’t stop, keep going, Durgesh. Cum in me, please.”
I came, hard.
“Allah! Yā Allah! Oh fuck, oh God, oh God, yeeees,” she yelled, devolving into a loud, wordless scream, as her extremely beautiful young Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān body shook with her own orgasm.
I was breathless and just stood there, processing everything.
Kulsūm Naåīm was lying on the table, laughing a deep, satisfied laugh.
She had waited for it for years.
I sat back down in the chair, my softening cock exiting Kulsūm Naåīm’s Musalmān pussy with a squelching pop.
She sat up, and hopped off the table, onto my lap.
“That was fantastic, Durgesh,” she told me, and leaned in for a kiss.
Her lips were playful, her tongue was quick, and I was mesmerized by her passionate hunger.
“Mmmm,” she moaned, and broke the kiss.
“That’s the spirit.” I reached around, and squeezed her supple cheeks with both my hands.
Instead of bouncing up and down, she just rocked her hips back and forth, gyrating on my Hindu dick.
It was an incredibly intense stimulation of my still sensitive Hindu penis.
I cupped her breast, and started playing with her hard nipples, kissing her on the cheek, and nibbling at her earlobe, while I felt her hot, shallow breath against my neck.
“I’m gonna cum again, ultimately, not right now,” I told her.
She started kissing me again, and gyrated faster, and faster, for hours again, until I exploded a second time, pumping my Hindu load inside her, while her lips were intertwined with mine, taking my breath away.
“That was the best sex I’ve ever had in my life.” She stood up.
The instant my cock left her pussy, I missed the feeling of warmth and comfort it gave me, longing to be buried inside of her, forever.
“We’ll definitely have to do this again, and soon.”
Kulsūm Naåīm winked at Zāhid Altāf.
Zāhid Altāf tried to smile back at her, but could not very well.
It was his intense humiliation after all.
We kissed again, and then she left the room, still naked.
I was aware of Zāhid Altāf again, who was kneeling on the floor, gathering broken plates and glass.
I tried getting up quietly.
I was just about to leave the room, when I heard his soft voice.
“Durgesh, just…treat her better than I did. Don’t make the same mistake, ok?”
“Ok, Zāhid Altāf, Thank you that you cheated her. It brought her ultimately to me.” I replied, and left the room to look for Kulsūm Naåīm.
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