Muħammad read story after story about cuckolding, and can’t get over it.
What is the matter with these Musalmīn?
What a crock of shit.
Muħammad lived in a little apartment where he now lived by himself.
Many years ago, Muħammad first met Åāýéshah Siddīqah Abu Bakr.
Åāýéshah Siddīqah Abu Bakr and Muħammad were both young back then and began dating.
Åāýéshah Siddīqah Abu Bakr and Muħammad had so much fun together.
As far as Muħammad knew, she was a virgin before meeting him.
Muħammad on the other hand had a couple of sexual experiences.
After dating for over a year she became pregnant.
They really loved each other, got married, and had a good sex life.
In their younger days, Åāýéshah Siddīqah Abu Bakr and Muħammad couldn’t get enough of each other.
Åāýéshah Siddīqah Abu Bakr and Muħammad tried just about every sexual position that Åāýéshah Siddīqah Abu Bakr and Muħammad could think up.
Some of them they liked some of them they didn’t much care for. Åāýéshah Siddīqah Abu Bakr and Muħammad watched porno tapes together and it really turned both of them on.
Often they thought and talked,
“I― Ħuzūrs? Are you crazy?”
Åāýéshah Siddīqah Abu Bakr smiled too.
They both laughed.
“We must try to respect our great names at least.” Muħammad tried to suggest somewhat gravely.
“Hey,” Åāýéshah Siddīqah Abu Bakr warned him, “It isn’t so easy, you idiot.”
Muħammad winked at her.
Åāýéshah Siddīqah Abu Bakr and Muħammad had a lot of close friends but Åāýéshah Siddīqah Abu Bakr and Muħammad would never swing or cheat on one another.
About the closest they ever got was, after some of the parties, Åāýéshah Siddīqah Abu Bakr and Muħammad would make love in one room while their friends did it in another.
Muħammad never watched his friends fuck their Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān wives.
Not that Muħammad didn’t want to but if Muħammad watched them then they would probably want to watch Åāýéshah Siddīqah Abu Bakr and Muħammad, and Muħammad really didn’t want that.
Muħammad never liked the payback idea.
As far as Muħammad knew they might have watched Åāýéshah Siddīqah Abu Bakr and Muħammad, but Muħammad really didn’t want them telling him they saw his wife’s personal parts; it’s just not his bag.
At some of the parties when they got a little drunk, Muħammad knew he grabbed a few asses and boobs, especially in the pools.
Muħammad was sure that Åāýéshah Siddīqah Abu Bakr was felt up a few times too but never mentioned it to Muħammad, knowing Muħammad wouldn’t like it.
If things ever went too far with Åāýéshah Siddīqah Abu Bakr Muħammad knew she would take care of the situation.
She was and still is a good-looking Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān woman.
Muħammad loved Hindus to admire her but Muħammad didn’t want their hands or any other part of their body touching her.
She was his Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān woman and Muħammad was her man and almost everyone envied their life.
Three kids later, she was still looking good.
Now Åāýéshah Siddīqah Abu Bakr and Muħammad had four rug rats, all the four girls.
“Ħuzūrs also had four daughters.”
Åāýéshah Siddīqah Abu Bakr looked at him gravely.
“Okay. Let’s name our daughters after them, if you want to be religious.”
Åāýéshah Siddīqah Abu Bakr and Muħammad had a great family life.
They did a lot of family outings and were very close to each other.
Åāýéshah Siddīqah Abu Bakr and Muħammad were pretty outgoing and still enjoyed their life with and without the kids.
Now two of their kids were out of the house and on their own.
Another was still in college and staying on campus.
The youngest was a girl senior in high school that lived at home but was always on the run.
After the kids were born, their sex life changed dramatically.
It shouldn’t be a surprise to anyone with kids.
They take up a lot of your time, for a Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān woman most of it.
Åāýéshah Siddīqah Abu Bakr was a really good mother and did all the events.
Cub Scouts, Boy Scouts, Girl scouts, Band Parent, football mother, she was really involved in the kids lives.
Muħammad was pretty involved too, but not quite, as much as Åāýéshah Siddīqah Abu Bakr was.
That was why their love life decreased a lot.
They still made love but not with as much intensity.
They usually kissed a little, had some foreplay and they fucked.
Usually both of them came simultaneously.
Nothing really special, but it was still good.
Every once in awhile after a special occasion they might get a little more active but nothing out of the ordinary.
After awhile Åāýéshah Siddīqah Abu Bakr and Muħammad had fewer parent duties and started to get back into more loving.
After being married, more then 25 yrs there weren’t a lot of new things to try.
Also, when you start to get older, you get pains.
Nothing like a ‘Charlie horse’ in the middle of an orgasm.
Muħammad still enjoyed their sex no matter how mundane it was.
They started to relive some of their old fantasies.
They were fantasies but we all have them.
“Of course. I knew they wanted to get in your pants. Muħammad could hear them talking about you until I went up to them, then they would clam up and change the subject.”
This was standard guy talk.
We all do it.
They say “Man, I’d like to stick it to her” or “I bet she would be a hell of a fuck.”
Do they mean it?
Of course, they do, but they don’t do it because they knew the consequences of the action.
For a 5-minute fuck, they would ruin the rest of their lives.
If their Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān wives found out, they would be in divorce court.
But are you willing to pay the consequences?
That’s the big question.
Muħammad was sure women talk similarly.
Muħammad knew he heard them say,
“He could park his shoes under his bed anytime”.
Muħammad believed they meant it too.
It was just a fantasy.
Men don’t own fantasyland.
But again, are they willing to pay the consequences?
Muħammad believed that’s why there are so many divorces.
Too many take the chance.
That’s why they were almost always after capable Hindus.
It might sound vulgar but that’s what Muħammad believed.
Everyone is tempted in the real world.
It was how you deal with that temptation that counts.
Back to their lovemaking, Åāýéshah Siddīqah Abu Bakr looked at Muħammad and Muħammad asked,
“Does that make you hot knowing the Hindus want you?”
It was funny how people seem to tell the truth when their defenses are down.
“Allah, yā Allah! God, it was going to make me cum.”
And cum she did.
When she came, it made Muħammad hotter too and Muħammad gave her a hell of a load.
Damn, it was good.
During their lovemaking Åāýéshah Siddīqah Abu Bakr and Muħammad talked more and more about fantasies.
Fantasies are good, as long as you don’t live them out; then they become problems.
They were fantasies and they made them hot.
It was fantasies and they made us hot.
But it made them want each other more.
For Muħammad, it made him the man, the macho man.
Muħammad decided in his fantasy who fucked who. Muħammad was the master and she was his slave.
Who wouldn’t like to have total control of their women?
But again this is a fantasy.
Muħammad wanted her to be his best friend.
His totally trusted friend who was his and his alone.
After all she was also the mother of his children and Muħammad knew they wouldn’t want to share her with anyone either.
They didn’t talk much about their love and fantasy life unless Åāýéshah Siddīqah Abu Bakr and Muħammad were in the throes of passion.
Muħammad did tell her that their fantasies were just that and that Muħammad really loved the caring loving Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān wife.
She often smiled at Muħammad and kissed him.
His 50th birthday was coming up.
Muħammad knew she was planning something special.
After all these years, Muħammad could see she was acting differently.
Muħammad wanted to make sure everything was all right so Muħammad asked her,
“You know Muħammad; I wanted to surprise you for your birthday.”
“You can still surprise me by not telling me what it is. I just wanted to make sure you are alright, seeing you were acting funny.”
“Muħammad, I’m fine. When you get home Friday night I’ll have a surprise waiting for you. Fātimah, our youngest daughter, will be spending the night at a friend’s house. So please don’t come home till after your bowling game, at around 9:00pm.”
Muħammad was immensely happy.
Muħammad knew sex was on the way.
Muħammad could just about cream his jeans thinking about it.
Damn, Muħammad loved that Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān woman.
Only three days to wait.
She even told Muħammad no lovemaking till after her surprise.
The way his cut Musalmān nūnī felt it was hard not to masturbate.
But Muħammad wanted the whole effect she was promising Muħammad.
On Thursday, after Muħammad got off work, she was in the shower.
She then dressed up really nice, actually pretty sexy.
Muħammad asked her was his surprise coming a day early.
“No, Muħammad, I’m going out with Zaynab for a couple of hours. Don’t wait up for me.”
She said, “Muħammad, you do trust me, don’t you?
Of course Muħammad said Muħammad did.
Muħammad really did trust her.
A little about Zaynab: She was one of Åāýéshah Siddīqah Abu Bakr’s best friends.
She had an affair with me, and was caught by her Musalmān husband.
She came home one night and her husband, Muħammad Ůsmān, could see all the evidence of the affair.
He never found out who the guy was, not Durgesh? Hell, so when she wouldn’t give the guy’s name, Muħammad Ůsmān walked out on Zaynab.
Muħammad thought she really deserved it.
Åāýéshah Siddīqah Abu Bakr and Muħammad used to go out with Zaynab and Muħammad Ůsmān often.
They were a nice couple.
They had two grown up kids also, about the age of theirs.
Åāýéshah Siddīqah Abu Bakr and Muħammad had some really good times together.
Åāýéshah Siddīqah Abu Bakr and Muħammad were surprised after hearing about the divorce.
Muħammad Ůsmān was a pretty stand up guy.
Muħammad talked to him a few times after the affair.
Muħammad Ůsmān said he still loved Zaynab but after her cheating on him he just couldn’t stay with her any longer.
He said she had remorse and regreted but he didn’t know if it was because of the cheating or because she got caught.
That was always the question; you never seem to know the real answer.
Zaynab started to date a little after the divorce.
Muħammad never knew much about her life even though she talked to Åāýéshah Siddīqah Abu Bakr pretty often.
Muħammad just hoped she didn’t lead Åāýéshah Siddīqah Abu Bakr astray.
Muħammad figured if Åāýéshah Siddīqah Abu Bakr wanted to tell him anything about Zaynab’s life that she would trust him with the facts.
So Muħammad figured nothing was really happening.
Anyway, tomorrow was going to be his special day, Muħammad couldn’t wait.
Muħammad went to bed.
He didn’t even know when Åāýéshah Siddīqah Abu Bakr got home.
After work on Friday Muħammad went straight over to the bowling alley.
All Muħammad could think about, all day, was his surprise.
Muħammad was ready.
Muħammad bowled about as bad as he ever had.
Their team lost all 4 points due to his lousy bowling.
The guys looked at Muħammad and asked if everything was all right?
Muħammad laughed and told them that his Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān wife had a surprise waiting for Muħammad when Muħammad got home.
They all knew Åāýéshah Siddīqah Abu Bakr and Muħammad knew they would love to get in her pants.
But as Muħammad said, the consequences should always be thought about, first.
They knew if they messed with Åāýéshah Siddīqah Abu Bakr Muħammad would shoot their sorry asses.
So of course they all looked at Muħammad and said,
“You are one lucky bastard.”
Muħammad felt like the King of the World.*
It was already 8:30.
Muħammad couldn’t wait any longer, even if she did say 9:00.
When Muħammad got home the lights were dimmed, the living room was dark except for a little lamp on a side table.
The only other light Muħammad could see was, as Muħammad went upstairs, to where their bedroom was.
Although the door was closed, the light shone from underneath the door.
Muħammad couldn’t believe it.
The time had come as Muħammad slowly opened the bedroom door.
Muħammad suddenly just froze in his tracks.
No figurative speaking, Muħammad really froze for maybe 10 seconds.
On the bed was his beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān wife Åāýéshah Siddīqah Abu Bakr totally naked.
Then I smiled at Muħammad,
“Hey, you cuckold wimp of a Musalmān husband, come on over and watch us use your little Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān wife.”
Then all of a sudden Muħammad just sprang loose.
Muħammad jumped right into me and tried quite unsuccessfully to knock me right out of his Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān wife onto the floor.
Åāýéshah Siddīqah Abu Bakr was suddenly furious.
She started beating Muħammad with her feet as hard as she could.
Muħammad was a crazed man.
Åāýéshah Siddīqah Abu Bakr hit and hit Muħammad till he was a bloody mess on the floor, maybe even unconscious.
Then Shankar Mahāpralayankar turned to Muħammad and reached for him as he pulled his Uncut Hindu Cock out of Muħammad’s Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān wife’s mouth, grabbed his pants and headed for the door.
Muħammad, mustering whatsoever consciousness he could, yelled at Åāýéshah Siddīqah Abu Bakr to call 911 now!
All this action took place in seconds.
Muħammad reached in the nightstand, grabbed his .22 revolver and went after Shankar Mahāpralayankar.
Muħammad told him,
“Stop, you Hindu son of a gun or I’ll shoot your ass”.
Shankar Mahāpralayankar was headed down the stairs going for the door when Muħammad shot his sorry ass, yes, right in the ass.
Shankar Mahāpralayankar made it to the door, yet suddenly he stood onto the porch.
Muħammad couldn’t decide what the hell he should do.
It was vanishing entire into her, coming out till only its head was inside and then it was again vanishing entirely.
Shankar Mahāpralayankar snatched away the revolver from Muħammad and revolver whipped Muħammad a couple of times, until he started screaming,
“Please don’t kill me, please don’t kill me, I’m her husband. What the hell else you expect from me?”
“You impotent, sālé, she asked for it.” Shankar Mahāpralayankar shouted, “Durgesh requested her to let him alone do it, but she wanted me too. The movie camera is taking all of it. Watch it yourself, damn you.”*
Muħammad let Shankar Mahāpralayankar have it one more time when two cop cars pulled up..
Muħammad couldn’t believe how quick they got there.
Muħammad had never heard of them being that quick.
The cops ran up to his door and told Muħammad to drop the gun.
Shankar Mahāpralayankar was smart enough to shove the gun once more in Muħammad’s hand, before the cops entered there.
“They raped my Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān wife. They raped my Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān wife.”
Muħammad was half crying.
“You have to drop the gun. We’ll take it from here.”
Muħammad began to come back toward normal.
Muħammad was able to think again.
Muħammad dropped the gun as the cops put cuffs on him.
The cops said it was necessary for safety reasons and they would take them off when Åāýéshah Siddīqah Abu Bakr and I were done.
The second cop asked,
“Okay, tell me what happened here, according to you?”
Muħammad began to tell them that Muħammad came home and found the two men raping his Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān wife.
One officer came out of the room with his Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān wife, who was a total mess but had put on a robe.
I was still with her.
She came running to Muħammad crying really hard.
The officer that was with her, said,
“Send for an ambulance quick.”
His Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān wife was holding Muħammad now and crying.
The cop looked at Shankar Mahāpralayankar when he said,
“She asked us here.”
Shankar Mahāpralayankar repeated what he said and added,
Muħammad instantly became sick.
Muħammad threw up everything Muħammad ate for the last couple of days.
The officer went in the bathroom and got a towel to wipe his face.
The lead officer had another officer to take his Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān wife into the other room and talk with her.
They said they would take Muħammad down to the station and talk with Muħammad there.
The ambulance had arrived and Shankar Mahāpralayankar was taken to the hospital under armed guards till this could be figured out.
Shankar Mahāpralayankar was not beaten, Muħammad was.
Yet, Muħammad wasn’t taken to the hospital, Shankar Mahāpralayankar was instead.
Muħammad couldn’t believe it.
His Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān wife was raped and Muħammad was arrested.
Muħammad gave his story to the police, the truth and nothing but the truth as to what he’d seen and done, specifically, that he had come home for his birthday surprise and found his Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān wife being raped.
Muħammad took quick action, as hopefully any husband would do.
Muħammad tried to beat the shit out of one bastard and then went after the other.
Muħammad reached in their nightstand where Muħammad kept a .22 revolver, grabbed it and ran out after the Hindu son of a gun.
Muħammad aimed for his ass.
Even though Muħammad wanted to kill his sorry ass Muħammad thought he’d just aim to maim.
Muħammad told them after Muħammad grabbed for his revolver Muħammad told his Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān wife to call 911.
His Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān wife gave her statement to the police though Muħammad didn’t know at the time what she said, Shankar Mahāpralayankar gave his statement, and then after it ultimately I gave mine.
Muħammad was then arrested for assault and battery with intent to kill, as well as for attempted murder.
Muħammad couldn’t believe it.
They told Muħammad at the station that his Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān wife was not raped and had indeed invited the Hindus over, for the sexual cuckolding of Muħammad.
Muħammad couldn’t believe it.
Muħammad just couldn’t believe it.
Why would she do such a stupid thing?
Muħammad was told that Muħammad would get a lawyer first thing in the morning and maybe could see a judge about posting bond.
Muħammad was almost glad to be in jail that night.
Muħammad didn’t want to see her.
Muħammad needed time to figure out what had happened.*
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