He still couldn’t believe what he had seen with his own eyes.
Fātimah Aħmad had been married to Ålī Imām for three years now.
Yet, Ålī Imām couldn’t deny he had seen his wife, his wife, named after Kħātūn-e-Jannat Ħazrat Saiyadah Fātimah razī Allahu tålā ånahā, was sucking on my Uncut Hindu Cock in their own living room.
Ålī Imām was watching Fātimah Aħmad and me on the screen of his laptop while sitting in a hotel room 300 miles away and his first thought was to burn the cheating bitch down.
Named after Kħātūn-e-Jannat Ħazrat Saiyadah Fātimah razī Allahu tålā ånahā herself.
What the hell did it mean?
How the hell did he know Fātimah Aħmad was named after Kħātūn-e-Jannat Ħazrat Saiyadah Fātimah razī Allahu tålā ånahā herself?
Fātimah was not a name, Ħuzūr sallallāhu ålayhi wa sallam had given to his fourth daughter first time in the entire Årab history until then.
Instead, wasn’t it a very very popular name among Årabs even then?
There was an extraordinary beautiful young woman, named Fātimah Marulkħashīmah, who proposed Åbdullah Abū Ħuzūr sallallāhu ålayhi wa sallam pre marital sex and the ever righteous Åbdullah Abū Ħuzūr sallallāhu ålayhi wa sallam refused to commit the sin.
For this great character Åbdullah Abū Ħuzūr sallallāhu ålayhi wa sallam was granted the title of Yusuf-e- Makka Mukarramah.
So, Fūtimah was not a very respectful name then, when Ħuzūr sallallāhu ålayhi wa sallam named his fourth daughter.
Yet, Ħuzūr sallallāhu ålayhi wa sallam did it.
Ålī Imām did neither understand it ever, nor he needed too.
Why couldn’t he think Fātimah Aħmad was named after Fātimah Marulkħashīmah, instead of Kħātūn-e-Jannat Ħazrat Saiyadah Fātimah razī Allahu tålā ånahā?
He thought since he was named Ålī, what a great pair he would make with Fātimah Aħmad.
Well, he himself is responsible for it.
Yet,thinking about not being with Fātimah Aħmad brought suicidal thoughts to Ålī Imām.
Allah, what the hell should Ålī do?
What the hell should Ålī do??
While Ålī Imām watched, I shot my Hindu load down his wife’s throat, making him even angrier than when Ålī Imām saw me enter with her.
Ålī Imām closed the laptop and sat on the bed, crying one minute and raging the next.
Ålī Imām met Fātimah Aħmad her senior year and his first year of graduate school at The University of Tennessee when Ålī Imām was twenty and she twenty one.
Ålī Imām was working on a master’s degree in computer science having graduated from high school at sixteen.
His parents had been killed in an automobile accident and Ålī Imām had to become an emancipated minor to get himself and their estates away from his greedy uncle and his shrewd of a wife.
Ålī Imām paid off the mortgage on the home Ålī Imām now owned with the insurances on his parents and the out of court settlement from the driver who was at fault in the accident.
Ålī Imām took apart, rebuilt his first computer at age eleven and became a computer geek after that.
Fātimah Aħmad literally knocked his 5′ wiry frame down when she rounded a corner in the student union.
“Oh, I’m sorry!” Ålī Imām could barely look her in the face.
Ålī Imām was so focused on her pert breasts jiggling underneath her shirt, obviously unfettered by a bra.
“Let me help you up! I’m Fātimah Aħmad!”
“Thanks, I’m Ålī Imām.” Ålī Imām took her hand and allowed her to pull him up.
Ålī Imām might have been shorter than her, but his already hardening Cock had given him the confidence to make the first move.
“How about you make it up to me by going out with me?”
“Ålī Imām, sorry, I can’t,” Fātimah Aħmad looked down, seeming a bit nervous. “My boyfriend wouldn’t like that.”
“Here, take my number in case you change your mind or need someone to talk to!” Ålī Imām handed her a card with his number, one of the many he kept to give to a woman in case she hesitated to give him hers.
“This isn’t a campus number.” Fātimah Aħmad frowned at Ålī Imām.
“No, it’s my house phone. I commute to class every day.” Ålī Imām answered her.
With that, she hurried off.
Ålī Imām didn’t expect to hear from her again.
He was surprised when she called Ålī Imām two weeks later sobbing over the phone.
“Ålī Imām, Durgesh is cheating on me! I saw him fucking my Bhābhījān. Allah, my Bhāījān would kill me. He had already fought with me that Durgesh would fuck now the entire Musalmān houseladies of our families those are beautiful, once he is fucking me. Ålī Imām, I don’t know what to do!” Fātimah Aħmad managed to say between sobs.
“Dump the Hindu scoundrel and become my girlfriend!” Ålī Imām said to her, trying to be smooth. “I’ll never do anything like that to you!”
“But Durgesh is already fucking my Bhābhījān, Al Åsmat Al Islam.”
“Let him for the time being. Once you are with me, I’d get access to your families. Then I can study Durgesh’s sexual relationship with your Bhābhījān, Al Åsmat Al Islam, properly and we both together may think out some strategy to get rid of this problem too.”*
Fātimah Aħmad was still sobbing, but managing to get control of her breathing.
“”Ålī Imām, I don’t even know you!” I know Ålī Imām, I have to dump Durgesh, but why am, Ålī Imām, I calling you? Ålī Imām, I need to go!” She hung up on him before Ålī Imām could reply.
Ålī Imām had her dorm room number from caller ID.
Ålī Imām called her every other day just trying to talk to her, to get to know her.
After two weeks Fātimah Aħmad agreed to go out with Ålī Imām.
It led to more dates.
Ålī Imām got into her panties on the third date.
Ålī Imām had taken her to a restaurant near his house and offered to give her the grand tour, ending on his king sized bed.
Ålī Imām went slow, not wanting to blow his chance at her extremely attractive still tight Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy.
When Ålī Imām had all her clothes off except her panties, Ålī Imām spent fifteen minutes kissing and suckling her breasts and nipples, giving her a long, slow orgasm.
She gasped when Ålī Imām stood and removed his clothes.
“Your Cock is so small!” Fātimah Aħmad said with almostsomewhat scorn. “Ålī Imām, I even don’t know if I can get it! Can it really penetrate?”
“Hey,” Ålī Imām laughed, “you naughty girl. Of course it penetrates. What the hell do you think? Only Durgesh can fuck you?”
“Well,” Fātimah Aħmad sighed, “I’m jealous to my Bhābhījān, Al Åsmat Al Islam. She is really luckier than me.”
Ålī Imām laughed.
“Well, I can’t exactly compete with Durgesh in sex, nevertheless you won’t be as ravenous as your Bhābhījān, Al Åsmat Al Islam was even after sleeping with your Bhāījān.”
“Of course! And why do you call it small anyway? It’s six inch completely. My sisters talk with each other that Durgesh‘s legendary unique Uncut Hindu Penis is itself only six inch originally. It extends even double to its original when Durgesh is excited.”
“I see,” Fātimah Aħmad smiled, “I didn’t know your sisters too fuck Durgesh.”
Ålī Imām smiled proudly.
“Well, my sisters are extremely striking.”
“And it’s only natural that every extremely striking Musalmān young lady must fuck Durgesh. Isn’t it?”
Ålī Imām looked Fātimah Aħmad shrewdly.
“Natural or else, that’s what you entire Musalmān houseladies are doing it now, almost. Don’t you? Then why being jealous of my sisters only?”*
Saiyadah Āmnah, ‘Amy’ Åbdullah Yūsuf Hāshmī called her, and Åbdullah Yūsuf Hāshmī had been married for 5 years.
they had enjoyed amazing sex.
Neither of them expected this as they had a strong religious background and their former spouses did not enjoy sex as they did.
As they explored their inner most desires and fantasies, Åbdullah Yūsuf Hāshmī realized that he wanted to share his gorgeous Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān wife, Saiyadah Āmnah, with me .
Saiyadah Āmnah, Amy, was 5′ 5″ tall, 46 years old with long beautiful legs.
she had studied dance in college.
She had very perky tits.
As Saiyadah Āmnah, Amy, became more adventurous in the bedroom, Åbdullah Yūsuf Hāshmī started to push her to do things that make most of the women uncomfortable, whether they are Musalmān or not.
Åbdullah Yūsuf Hāshmī started out with trying to had nude photographs of her.
This caused quite a strong response from Saiyadah Āmnah, Amy.
She was visibly upset the first time Åbdullah Yūsuf Hāshmī took a nude shot of her in the shower.
She refused photos for a very long time.
Åbdullah Yūsuf Hāshmī did not discuss with her his fantasy of her being with me, a Hindu, infamous for fucking every Musalmān Beauty, every Musalmān houselady, that came in my contact in whatsoever capacity, ever.
Åbdullah Yūsuf Hāshmī’s fantasies did not go away.
Yet, Åbdullah Yūsuf Hāshmī realized he would need to be patient.
Åbdullah Yūsuf Hāshmī’s reward came quicker than Åbdullah Yūsuf Hāshmī himself had anticipated.
Recently, Åbdullah Yūsuf Hāshmī was contacted me.
I wanted to renew our friendship.
Åbdullah Yūsuf Hāshmī smiled.
Allah, his sister, Al Åsmat Al Islam, had ultimately made Durgesh to remember Åbdullah Yūsuf Hāshmī.*
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