Ammī, you toooo?
I kissed Al Åārifah Al Aslam’s inner thighs as well.
I looked up at her and smiled, “I’m not going to let you leave this bed for the rest of the weekend…”
I looked up at Al Åārifah Al Aslam,
“Does Åārifah Aslam want to fuck her best friend, philosopher and guide?”
Al Åārifah Al Aslam moaned and started to pull me up her body,
“Åārifah Aslam wants to fuck her BIG emperor…”
We kissed again as Al Åārifah Al Aslam spread her legs wide for me.
I had a Moment of clarity before I fucked Al Åārifah Al Aslam,
“Last chance to stop before we jump off a cliff together, Åārifah Aslam…”
“Mmmm, just like my best friend, philosopher and guide, to be thinking about his Åārifah Aslam. Don’t think my master, don’t worry. Just fuck me,” she said.
I mounted Al Åārifah Al Aslam and smiled wide,
“Anything for you, Åārifah Aslam,” I said as I pressed against her and thrust inside of her.
Al Åārifah Al Aslam moaned loudly, her eyes bulging again as I thrust my throbbing Hindu member inside her.
“Oooohhhhhhhhhhhuuughhhhhhh…” she groaned.
Sliding inside her sent shivers of pleasure up my spine.
I pulled back and thrust inside her again.
“Mmmmm I fuck you, Åārifah Aslammmmm…” I grunted.
I started to fuck Al Åārifah Al Aslam hard and slow, her breasts shaking and swaying as my hard Hindu shaft slid balls deep inside her.
“Fuck. Fuck. Ffffuck!!” yelled Al Åārifah Al Aslam. “Fuck me Durgesh, fuck Åārifah Aslam…” she encouraged.
Al Åārifah Al Aslam felt me press against her as I fucked her.
It was unlike anything she’d ever felt before.
All Muħammad Ħabīb, all the orgies, all the threesomes, nothing made her pussy buzz like fucking her Hindu benefactor.
Al Åārifah Al Aslam wrapped her legs around me, sucking me into her as I fucked her.
I smiled as I felt Al Åārifah Al Aslam wrap her legs around me,
“How long has it been since you were fucked Åārifah Aslam?” I asked as I thrust into her.
Al Åārifah Al Aslam moaned as she bit her lip.
She reached down to rub herself as I scratched her itch,
“Too long Durgesh. Your ever incompetent stepson hasn’t fucked me in over a year. Just rubber for Åārifah Aslam…”
I smirked and fucked Al Åārifah Al Aslam harder and deeper.
“No more rubber cocks for Al Åārifah Al Aslam, just her Hindu lover’s.”
“Mmmmm yessssssss Durgesh, fuck your Musalmān stepBahū Bégum.”
I grabbed Al Åārifah Al Aslam’s wrists as I pinned her down on the bed.
Her legs fell to the side as I fucked her harder and deeper.
Al Åārifah Al Aslam’s Musalmān pussy was on fire as I thrust back and forth inside of her, she was unable to respond, just moan.
“Mmmmmmmmmmmm Mmmmmm Durgeshhhh…”
I smiled as I pulled my cock from Al Åārifah Al Aslam, picked her up and put her on her hands and knees.
Al Åārifah Al Aslam looked back at me so with glassy eyes, she loved being manhandled and moaned again when I thrust back deep inside her.
Her head hung down as she sucked in a breath and tried to comprehend how I, her only protector, was giving her the fucking of her life.
Al Åārifah Al Aslam grabbed her right breast and played with her hard nipple; she toyed with it and twisted it as I pounded her from behind.
I pounded Al Åārifah Al Aslam’s pussy as hard as I’d fucked anyone.
Al Åārifah Al Aslam started to moan louder and louder as she was fucked by me,
“More Durgesh, more. Fuck Åārifah Aslam harder. Harder. HARDER!”
I picked up the pace even more as I savagely pounded Al Åārifah Al Aslam as she egged me on.
I fucked Al Åārifah Al Aslam harder and deeper.
“More, more!” she moaned.
I fucked Al Åārifah Al Aslam faster and faster.
“Harder, harder!” she groaned.
I slammed deep and fast into Al Åārifah Al Aslam again and again.
“Yes, yes, yessssssssss…” she hissed.
It went on as if infinite.
Neither she was tired nor I.
Our bodies glistened as we fucked on her bed.
I pulled out of Al Åārifah Al Aslam and put her on her back once again,
“Nnnnnnoooo…” Al Åārifah Al Aslam whined.
I grinned as I looked down at Al Åārifah Al Aslam.
I dipped my head down to kiss on her sweaty, juicy, plump breasts.
“I just wanted to look you in the eye when I cum inside you Åārifah Aslam,” I said as I thrust back inside Al Åārifah Al Aslam.
Al Åārifah Al Aslam moaned again,
The bed shook and squeaked as I fucked her,
“You do want me to cum inside you, don’t you, Åārifah Aslam?”
“Mmmm yes,” she huffed. “Fill Åārifah Aslam up you old naughty Hindu scoundrel. You naughty Bahū Bégumfucker.”
I smiled as Al Åārifah Al Aslam called me a Bahū Bégumfucker, my thrusts picked up and I fucked her harder and harder as we started to kiss hungrily.
“Here it comes Åārifah Aslam,” I grunted.
“Allaaahhhhhhhhhh…” Al Åārifah Al Aslam moaned as orgasm after orgasm washed over her body, “feed Åārifah Aslam…”
My muscles strained as grunted and pumped one last load inside Al Åārifah Al Aslam as our mutual orgasms rose to a fever pitch.
“Ooohhhh yes Åārifah Aslam yes. So fucking perfect yessss…” I grunted again.
Al Åārifah Al Aslam and my orgasms slowly died down until I pulled out of Al Åārifah Al Aslam and collapsed beside her, my chest heaving as I took a deep breath.
Al Åārifah Al Aslam licked her lips and wiped her hair from her face, a wicked smile crossed her face as she looked over at me.
I looked over at Al Åārifah Al Aslam,
“Hell, no. Never. I love the every moment of our tremendous coupling.”
Al Åārifah Al Aslam giggled, moved closer to me and leaned over to kiss me,
“You were amazing, Durgesh, even at your sixty six? Allah, I still can’t believe it. You are miraculous. “she said as she lovingly combed my hair with her hand.
I smiled as I cupped Al Åārifah Al Aslam’s naked Musalmān body in my arm as she half lay on top of me.
“I think it’s time you took your online profile down,” I smiled.
“You naughty Bahū Bégumfucker,” she teased.
“And proud of it.”*
Any inhibitions that may have lingered disappeared for good that day.
Al Åārifah Al Aslam and I embraced our taboo secret completely and fully enjoyed each other and ourselves.
We had no second thoughts and our familial relationship made our lust and our fuck sessions hotter.
I became an accomplished Bahū Bégum fucker spending every night over the summer in Al Åārifah Al Aslam’s bed.
The only nights I didn’t spend in Al Åārifah Al Aslam’s bed were the nights she spent in my, wanting to savor the kink of fucking me in my bed, in my room and spending the night there.
Al Åārifah Al Aslam and I fucked in every room of the house and in every way possible.
Our new relationship wasn’t based solely on our kink however.
There was a tenderness to it and total and complete trust that allowed us to explore freely with one another.
We made love as often as we fucked.
My friends noticed I was spending less time with them but we were all so busy that it never really came up.
Al Åārifah Al Aslam’s friends also noticed a difference but unlike my friends, they did press her on it.
They noticed Al Åārifah Al Aslam was more cheerful and deduced it was because of a man but Al Åārifah Al Aslam wouldn’t tell her friends who the mystery man was.
Even Muħammad Ħabīb noticed her cheerful state.
Their divorce actually progressed quite quickly without any incidents.
Muħammad Ħabīb was eager to move on with the new woman in his life and Al Åārifah Al Aslam’s desire for revenge was quelled by her tryst with me.
It didn’t hurt that she also did quite well in the divorce, Muħammad Ħabīb was happy to give up the house save for some family heirlooms which Al Åārifah Al Aslam didn’t want anyway.
At the end of the process Muħammad Ħabīb asked me what had gotten into Al Åārifah Al Aslam and as badly as I wanted to say I had gotten inside of Al Åārifah Al Aslam, I decided to be ambiguous and let him guess.
I returned home from my job one late Friday afternoon to find my Åārifah Aslam sunbathing topless in the backyard.
“Going European, are we?” I asked with a smile as I walked over to kiss Al Åārifah Al Aslam hello.
Our kiss was long and passionate.
“Are you complaining?” Al Åārifah Al Aslam asked with a smirk as she propped herself up on her elbows.
I grinned as I sat down beside Al Åārifah Al Aslam,
Al Åārifah Al Aslam bit her lip, her nipples started to harden immediately,
“It makes me horny.” She looked right at me.
I grunted with lust and stood up in front of Al Åārifah Al Aslam.
I took off my shirt and unzipped my jeans, kicking them off.
Al Åārifah Al Aslam giggled as she swung her legs around as sat up on the deck chair,
I watched as Al Åārifah Al Aslam lovingly stroked my cock,
“As much as I love fucking you out here, Åārifah Aslam,” I started, “why don’t we take this inside and celebrate your new found single status?”
“I thought we celebrated that Tuesday and Wednesday night?” Al Åārifah Al Aslam asked with a smile, remembering the hard fucking I gave her while the ink on her divorce was still wet.
“Let’s celebrate your first weekend as a single woman then,” I said.
“Mmmmmm” Al Åārifah Al Aslam moaned, “I’m a Hindu fucker Muslimah now, you know,” she teased.
Al Åārifah Al Aslam stood up and let go of my cock to take my hand.
I wrapped my arm around Al Åārifah Al Aslam as we walked inside.
Once we were in the privacy of our own home, I pressed her against the wall and kissed her again.
Al Åārifah Al Aslam hungrily kissed me, her desire to be fucked once again growing with every second.
“You know,” I said as I broke our kiss, “I seem to remember sexygal69 saying in her profile that she wanted to ride a hot ever young experienced Hindu bronco and throw it in her ex-husbands face. How about we celebrate by taking some naughty pictures…”
Al Åārifah Al Aslam moaned loudly,
“Mmmmmm fuck yes, you naughty old boy.”
Al Åārifah Al Aslam and I scurried upstairs where I pinned Al Åārifah Al Aslam down on the bed and started to pull her bikini bottoms down her shapely legs.
Al Åārifah Al Aslam rubbed and played with her tits as I stripped her naked.
She still couldn’t believe how much our lives had changed in one summer and how much she loved it.
She was in a sexual relationship with me.
She was fucking me.
Her Anant Sr’shŧi Chod Hindu.
And she loved it.
Al Åārifah Al Aslam smiled,
“Whose pussy does my old scoundrel Hindu stepfather in law love?”
I looked up,
“I love Al Åārifah Al Aslam’s pussy,” I grinned.
“Åārifah Aslam’s pussy is your pussy darling, you can have Åārifah Aslam’s pussy whenever you want,” Al Åārifah Al Aslam moaned.
I kissed on her pussy as I put her legs over my shoulders.
Al Åārifah Al Aslam pulled on her nipples as she watched.
Nothing had been off limits since we started fucking.
Al Åārifah Al Aslam made Muħammad Ħabīb work to lick her ass but willingly offered it to me.
It was so primal that Al Åārifah Al Aslam had never felt so alive.
Pleasure rocked through Al Åārifah Al Aslam’s body as my constant attention boiled over.
I felt the goosebumps on Al Åārifah Al Aslam’s thighs as she whined my named loudly,
“Durgeshhhhhhhhhhhhhh !!” she moaned as she came hard.
Al Åārifah Al Aslam giggled at my actions,
“you bad old boy,” she said. “Stand up for Åārifah Aslam.”
I did as I was told and watched as Al Åārifah Al Aslam crawled towards me on the bed.
She looked hot as she swayed back and forth sensually on the bed, her large breasts dragging against the sheets.
Al Åārifah Al Aslam licked my shaft and then sucked me into her mouth.
I moaned loudly as Al Åārifah Al Aslam bobbed back and forth on my Hindu shaft and then let it pop from her lips.
“Those slutty college Musalmān girls aren’t even in your league.”
Al Åārifah Al Aslam moaned and sucked on my throbbing Hindu member before pulling off my cock once again,
“Mmm just like your ever incompetent stepson isn’t in…”
I groaned loudly and Al Åārifah Al Aslam giggled again before swallowing my shaft.
There was every way for Muħammad Ħabīb to know whose cock it was and that made it even better.
I did as I was told, wanting to please Al Åārifah Al Aslam.
Al Åārifah Al Aslam smiled as she continued to suck my cock.
Her head lovingly bobbed on the Hindu organ she had quickly decided she couldn’t live without.
“This is just the beginning Durgesh, we’re going to show your Stepson what a man you are for Åārifah Aslam.”
“Anything for you, Åārifah Aslam.”
I nodded when I was recording and Al Åārifah Al Aslam didn’t disappoint.
Al Åārifah Al Aslam pulled off My wet cock and looked up at the camera,
“Muħammad Ħabīb baby, this is the best cock I’ve ever had. Look at it,” she said as she kissed it, “look how big and juicy it is.”
Al Åārifah Al Aslam swallowed me once more and bobbed her head three times before pulling her lips from my dick.
Al Åārifah Al Aslam giggled hornily and sucked it up and that was where the short video ended.
“Great, Åārifah Aslam,” I exclaimed.
“Was I good?”
“Were you good?” I shook my head, “you were like a porn star!”
Al Åārifah Al Aslam giggled again, “mmmm how many Bahū Bégums have their fathers in law tell them they acted like a porn star and take it as a compliment?”
My cock throbbed as Al Åārifah Al Aslam started to stroke me,
“I don’t know, but we’re the lucky ones…”
“Yes we are. Now be a good old boy and lie back on the bed so Åārifah Aslam can bounce on your ever miraculous Uncut Hindu Dick and you can show your Stepson how much I really love my old Hindu scoundrel.”
My cock lurched at the improbable scenario but I didn’t hesitate.
Al Åārifah Al Aslam watched as I got on the bed, my cock still rock hard.
Despite all we had done over the summer an argument could be made we had ‘over indulged’ in one another, I was still as eager as day one to please Al Åārifah Al Aslam.
As Al Åārifah Al Aslam that made Al Åārifah Al Aslam proud, as my lover it made her want me even more.
It glistened with her saliva and bobbed back and forth.
I immediately complied as I grabbed the phone and started to record.
Al Åārifah Al Aslam leaned down to kiss my cock from the side as if she were eating a cob of corn.
I stifled a groan, wanting to give every hint as to whose cock Al Åārifah Al Aslam was so eager to fuck.
“Allah! Oooohhhhh God yes, you Hindu STUD!”
The camera shook slightly as lust boiled hot within me.
Al Åārifah Al Aslam smiled as I struggled to contain myself, “Hold on Hindu lover, you can put the camera down and fuck me senseless in a minute.”
“Uuuhhhhhhhhhhh fuck!” she squealed.
Al Åārifah Al Aslam started to ride me as I recorded our taboo lust. She bounced again and again on my Hindu shaft, showing her husband she’d moved on.
Al Åārifah Al Aslam moaned as she started to fuck herself using my juicy Hindu prick.
The camera scrolled up to catch her bouncing Musalmān breasts and her glazed over lusty eyes as pleasure swam through her veins.
Al Åārifah Al Aslam smiled and blew a kiss to the camera,
“You blew it Durgesh, now I blow me!” she cackled as the recording finally ended because Al Åārifah Al Aslam now ultimately could not help herself any longer.
I tossed the phone aside and grabbed Al Åārifah Al Aslam,
I grabbed her hips and thrust up into her.
Al Åārifah Al Aslam cooed and moaned as I started to fuck her back and we fell into a hot and hard rhythm.
The bed shook as we fucked each other with a great hot ashvinātam lust.
Al Åārifah Al Aslam’s body glistened as she fucked me.
The sound of our bodies slapping together filled the room and fuelled our lust.
Al Åārifah Al Aslam propped herself up on me by putting her hands on my chest as she grinded against my shaft. Our fucking evolved into lovemaking as our pace slowed but our desire continued to build.
“Åārifah Aslam loves you so much, Durgesh.”
“I love you too, Åārifah Aslam, more than anything.”
Al Åārifah Al Aslam leaned down to kiss me hungrily and passionately, kissing me with a love she had felt for no other person.
“I’d do anything for you, Åārifah Aslam,” I said as I broke our kiss.
“I know you would, méré Hindu Piyā. I know this is wrong as per my Pseudo Musalmīn morals, but I don’t care. I never want this to stop. I never want you to stop fucking me. Never stop,” Al Åārifah Al Aslam moaned.
I started to speak but Al Åārifah Al Aslam stopped me, “Hush Durgesh, Åārifah Aslam doesn’t plan on sharing you just yet…” she grinned.
I smiled in response and rolled Al Åārifah Al Aslam over so she was on her back.
Al Åārifah Al Aslam squealed in surprise and moaned as I took control and started to fuck her harder.
“Nothing is going to stop me from fucking you ever, Al Åārifah Al Aslam,” I grunted.
“I will never stop fucking Al Åārifah Al Aslam, and you will always be my true love. My kindred spirit.”
Al Åārifah Al Aslam moaned and groaned as I thrust my Uncut Hindu Cock deepest inside her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy, using my elevated fucking skills to curl her toes as her orgasm grew.
“Mmmmmm Durgesh, my sweet old boy, keep talking like that and I may not ever be ready to share you with the world…”
I smiled as our fucking grew in intensity.
Al Åārifah Al Aslam offered herself completely to me as I thrust hard and deep into her.
I used every muscle in my body that I possibly could to fuck and pleasure Al Åārifah Al Aslam.
I moaned loudly as her plump, round breasts shook with our every thrust.
My head dipped down as I kissed her skin as I fucked her, my orgasm building in tune with hers.
Al Åārifah Al Aslam could sense my growing orgasm and in turn it fuelled hers.
“Fuck me hard Durgesh , fuck me fuck me fuck meeeeee…” she whined.
I did as Al Åārifah Al Aslam told me and fucked her harder and harder.
Every muscle strained in my body as I poured all my energy into pleasuring Al Åārifah Al Aslam.
Al Åārifah Al Aslam moved her hips in tune with me as I filled her totally and completely with my Hindu tool.
I held her tightly as our mutual desire grew until it boiled over and I came hard inside Al Åārifah Al Aslam.
“Åārifah Aslam, Åārifah Aslam, Åārifah Aslam, fuck yes Åārifah Aslammmmm” I grunted as I thrust and then popped off inside her welcoming Musalmān pussy.
Al Åārifah Al Aslam’s eyes bulged as she felt my Hindu intensity grow and then culminate in my taboo explosion and that triggered her own orgasm.
Al Åārifah Al Aslam shook and came hard all over my Hindu shaft as I came deepest inside of her.
“Mmmmmmm yes Durgesh, yes, cum in Åārifah Aslam. Give it all to Åārifah Aslam…”
Al Åārifah Al Aslam and I came together before finally giving way to exhaustion and falling down to the bed.
I reached over to grab Al Åārifah Al Aslam’s smartphone.
I took one more showing her entire contented state.
“I wish we could do a selfie like this,” She said.
Al Åārifah Al Aslam giggled.
Al Åārifah Al Aslam leaned over to kiss me softly on the lips.
“And we both know this is just the start of the rest of our lives…”
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Ammī, you toooo?
I walked to the edge of the water then set Al Åārifah Al Aslam down,
“You don’t think I’d actually throw my own Bahū Bégum in the water, did you?” I asked with a wry grin.
Al Åārifah Al Aslam breathed a deep sigh of relief and then smiled at me,
“You should have,” she grinned as she pushed me into the water.
I bellowed as I tumbled in the water and surfaced quickly, a big grin on my face.
Al Åārifah Al Aslam shrieked again as I popped out of the pool and started to chase after her.
She ran around the backyard before I scooped her up into my arms and carried her over to the pool.
Al Åārifah Al Aslam gave me the puppy dog look as she squirmed in my arms,
“You wouldn’t throw your dear little Bahū Bégum in the pool, would you?”
“My dear Bahū Bégum? No. My hot young Bahū Bégum… yes.”
And with that, I jumped into the pool while still holding Al Åārifah Al Aslam, letting her go as we hit the water.
I laughed as I came up for air.
Al Åārifah Al Aslam surfaced a Moment later.
She wiped her hair from her face and giggled as she splashed me.
We both splashed and played in the pool before we wound up in the shallow end.
I sat on the steps as I pulled Al Åārifah Al Aslam on top of me.
Al Åārifah Al Aslam straddled me in the water as we caught our breath.
“So you think I’m hot, do you?” she smiled.
“I do. Not exactly breaking news.”
Al Åārifah Al Aslam grinded against me as she leaned into me,
“Well, there aren’t exactly a lot of men breaking down my door,” she breathed.
“You have to take the padlock off the front door first, Åārifah Aslam,” I replied.
“Are you telling me you want me to do that?” Al Åārifah Al Aslam asked.
I didn’t break eye contact with Al Åārifah Al Aslam as she stayed on my lap,
Al Åārifah Al Aslam grinned widely,
“I didn’t think so.”
Al Åārifah Al Aslam moaned as she kissed me, I held her tightly and kissed her with heat and passion.
Her arms went around my neck as she grinded against my growing Hindu hard-on, our lips locked in a hot taboo embrace.
Al Åārifah Al Aslam and I kissed like teenagers as we pressed against each other in the pool, my tongue slipping inside Al Åārifah Al Aslam as I succumbed to my lust.
“Mmmmmm, Åārifah Aslam,” I moaned as I broke our kiss.
“Allah! Oh my God,” Al Åārifah Al Aslam moaned, “That was so hot. I’ve wanted that for so long.”
“Me too,” I said.
We started to kiss again only to stop just as quickly, “what’s wrong?” I asked.
“I want this so bad, but I can’t. It’s wrong. I’m your Bahū Bégum,” she said.
“It’s ok, Åārifah Aslam, I too want this now. I too want you. You aren’t only that wants me.” I replied.
Al Åārifah Al Aslam extricated herself from me,
“It is wrong. We can’t do this,” she said as she pulled away from me and ran inside.
I watched Al Åārifah Al Aslam run inside and went after her.
I went upstairs and heard her crying in her room, “Åārifah Aslam?” I called as I knocked on the door.
“Not now Durgesh. It’s wrong, we can’t do this, I’m your Bahū Bégum,” she cried.
Durgesh turned the knob and went inside,
“We need to talk.”
Al Åārifah Al Aslam looked at me,
“Durgesh! Please! I’m embarrassed enough!”
I walked over to the en suite bathroom to grab a towel and some tissues.
I came back into the bedroom, and wrapped the towel around Al Åārifah Al Aslam.
And handed her a tissue.
“You have nothing to be embarrassed about, Åārifah Aslam,” I said as I sat down beside her.
Al Åārifah Al Aslam sighed deeply as she leaned against me, “I’m such a fool.”
I rubbed Al Åārifah Al Aslam’s arms through the towel, “Don’t be silly Åārifah Aslam, you’re perfect.”
Al Åārifah Al Aslam looked at me and started to talk when I stopped her,
“Let me speak,” I said.
“A few weeks ago when I was fixing your laptop I found your online profile,” I started as Al Åārifah Al Aslam’s eyes bulged in surprise.
“It was wrong but I checked it out and I’ve checked your profile every day since. I checked it so often I had to get my own … and then I couldn’t help myself and started chatting with you online. I’m the one you’ve been talking to, Åārifah Aslam. So if there’s something wrong with you there’s something wrong with me and we can be wrong together,” I said.
Al Åārifah Al Aslam was shocked as I revealed all,
“You mean…” she started.
“Yup,” I said. “We’ve been sharing our secrets, swapping pictures… nurturing our mutual desire.”
“You planned this?” Al Åārifah Al Aslam asked.
I shook my head,
“No. It just… happened. It was you. Deep down I guess I’ve always had you,” I said.
Al Åārifah Al Aslam smiled for the first time,
“Me? So, you really want to…”
“I want to do whatever you want, Åārifah Aslam. But if you’re asking me what I really want, I want to fuck you, Al Åārifah Al Aslam.”
Al Åārifah Al Aslam’s nipples instantly responded to my words,
“You want to fuck me?”
“Say it again,” she said.
“I want to fuck you, Åārifah Aslam,” I repeated.
“Again,” she said.
“I want to fuck you, Åārifah Aslam,” I smiled.
Al Åārifah Al Aslam grinned a lusty grin as she stood up and faced me.
She tossed her towel aside.
She reached behind her back and undid her top, letting it fall to the floor as her gorgeous breasts spilled free, her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī female Musalmān lust and desire now fuelling her actions.
I stared at Al Åārifah Al Aslam’s chest in wonderment, not believing this was actually happening.
Al Åārifah Al Aslam smiled as I gawked at her, “mmmmmm Åārifah Aslam wants to fuck her big boy…” she moaned.
Al Åārifah Al Aslam and I kissed on the bed.
And it turned her on even more.
I fell back on the bed.
Al Åārifah Al Aslam stayed on top of me as we kissed hungrily.
Al Åārifah Al Aslam broke the kiss and looked down at me, “Did you really mean all the things you wrote?” she asked.
“Every single thing.”
I nodded again,
“Of course, you think I have lots of dick pics sitting around?”
Al Åārifah Al Aslam giggled,
“No, but it looked too good to be true,” she said as she kissed softly down my body until she reached my swim trunks.
“Mmmmmm you weren’t lying,” she said as she licked her lips.
Her smile grew even larger when I groaned softly as she stroked my Hindu shaft.
I smiled as I looked at Al Åārifah Al Aslam,
“They really do, but what I really want to know is if Al Åārifah Al Aslam likes it.”
Al Åārifah Al Aslam had a mischievous glint in her eye as she stroked me slowly once more before her red crimson Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān lips approached my Hindu shaft and sucked me into her warm wet mouth.
“Ooohhhhh fuck, yes, Åārifah Aslam.”
I watched as Al Åārifah Al Aslam’s beautiful young Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān head bobbed up and down my Uncut Hindu Cock as she expertly swallowed it, her lips gliding up and down my Hindu shaft.
My cock slipped from Al Åārifah Al Aslam’s mouth and she started to stroke me again,
“Does that answer your question?” Al Åārifah Al Aslam asked.
Al Åārifah Al Aslam smiled as she kissed and stroked my hard cock,
“Mmmm that will happen soon enough,” she teased.
The sound of Al Åārifah Al Aslam blowing me, while I moaned, filled the room and turned us both on.
Al Åārifah Al Aslam started to stroke my cock as she sucked on my balls, her hand moving up and down my wet cock.
“Tell Åārifah Aslam what you’d do to her…” she moaned.
I smiled as I moved my hips, thrusting slowly against Al Åārifah Al Aslam’s hand.
“I’m going to fuck you in every room of this house. I’m going to fuck you in my bed; I’m going to fuck you in this bed and fuck you better than Muħammad Ħabīb ever did. I’m going to fuck you while we eat breakfast, I’m going to bend you over the couch and fuck you in the family room. I’m going to fuck you in the shower, in the grass out back, on the washing machine and everywhere in between,” I continued.
Al Åārifah Al Aslam moaned loudly as I went on and on all the places, I would fuck her, she took my Uncut Hindu Cock back in her beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth as my shaft throbbed.
Al Navīdah Al Vasīm smiled at her daughter.
Despite her later thirties, she still didn’t understand what the present åālmīn, what the present day MULTIVERSE was.
Al Åārifah Al Aslam was still living in her mental hypocritical universe.
No, it wasn’t.
Even the Christians were so, even the Jews were so, even the Pārsīs were so and even the Hindus were so.
“The Pseudo Musalmīn are actually a military power, Åārifah,” Al Navīdah Al Vasīm said fucking me vehemently, “Islamic State of Iraq and Syria is its worst product. When Yazīd malåūn revived the pre Islamic military power of Årab people, he deliberately did it to snatch away its spiritual power Ħuzūrs gave it. He deliberately snatched away its oxygen, Taħannus. If Taħannus were still an integral part of Islam, as it was in the days of Ħuzūr sallallāhu ålayhi wa sallam, Yazīd malåūn couldn’t have converted almost the entire Musalmīn into military power.”
“I can’t understand the reason you are preaching me true Islam, Ammī.” Al Åārifah Al Aslam said curtly, “If you think you can justify in this way what you are doing with my father in law, you are quite mistaken.”
Al Navīdah Al Vasīm smiled,
“That’s why there isn’t any problem that you fuck Durgesh.”
She laughed lightly.
“Previously I wondered, Ammī, why you extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān houseladies are crazy to invite other Musalmān houseladies who don’t fuck Durgesh, to fuck Durgesh either under this pretext or that.”
Al Navīdah Al Vasīm never lost her patience.
She always kept her mind cool when she argued about anything with someone.
She too laughed lightly.
“Now you are wiser?”
“You couldn’t control yourselves.” Al Åārifah Al Aslam smiled contemptuously, “Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan and her ever lier, her ever Durgesh obsessed, young Musalmān lady brigade, spread the lie that Durgesh is the ever best sex specialist, he fucks best. You tried to experience it and lost your chastity, your sanctity, to Durgesh in the process, as well as your Īmān too.”
“Īmān?” her Ammī, Al Navīdah Al Vasīm laughed open heartedly fucking me more and more vehemently.
“Yes!” Al Åārifah Al Aslam said contemptuously, “Īmān. That’s more precious than anything is. As your passion to fuck Durgesh fulfilled, you foolish yet beautiful Musalmān houseladies realize what the utmost precious thing you have lost forever. Your conscience reproaches you. To compensate it, you want the rest of the beautiful Musalmān houseladies also fuck Durgesh themselves, so that you can explain to your conscience that it’s nothing abnormal at all. It’s absolutely normal.”
Al Åārifah Al Aslam never even imagined then, what she was doing now, she would herself do some day.*
Al Åārifah Al Aslam hadn’t been this hot since she and Muħammad Ħabīb went to our last swingers party years ago and none of the cock’s she’d sucked over the years made her as hot as mine.
I grunted and groaned loudly as Al Åārifah Al Aslam continued her taboo assault on my Hindu shaft until I couldn’t help myself anymore.
“Here it comes,” I grunted through gritted teeth.
Al Åārifah Al Aslam moaned as she sucked me, her eyes bulging when I finally released and came hard down her Musalmān throat.
Al Åārifah Al Aslam sucked harder on my sprouting Uncut Hindu Prick as my Hindu sperm coated her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān tongue and throat.
Al Åārifah Al Aslam moaned as she swallowed my Hindu load, she hadn’t swallowed with Muħammad Ħabīb even, but she just had to taste me.
Her beautiful Musalmān lady friends claimed it was the tastiest thing they swallowed ever.
She licked her lips as she lifted from my shaft, a long line of spit connected my Uncut Hindu Cock to her beautiful red crimson Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān lips and she eagerly kissed my Uncut Hindu Cock head to clean it up.
I smiled as I looked up at Al Åārifah Al Aslam,
Yes, it was a lie.
But Al Åārifah Al Aslam needed it.
And I never claimed to be Harishchandr, neither I ever wanted to be.
“Mmmm well Åārifah Aslam knows how to take care of her Hindu protector…”
I pulled Al Åārifah Al Aslam up to me and kissed her again.
We kissed hungrily on the bed as I rolled Al Åārifah Al Aslam onto her back.
She felt my hand snake down to her soaked bikini bottoms and slip under them.
I smiled when I felt how wet Al Åārifah Al Aslam was and Al Åārifah Al Aslam moaned when I started to feel her up.
Al Åārifah Al Aslam looked at me,
I slowly undid her bikini bottoms and tossed them away,
“Well, we’ll have to do something about that, won’t we?” I smirked.
Al Åārifah Al Aslam watched as I moved between her legs and spread them wide.
It was a long kiss itself.
I caused her to moan,
“Mmmm Allah, God, Durgesh, kiss Åārifah Aslam’s pussy…”
Al Åārifah Al Aslam started to pinch and play with her nipples as I kissed her there.
“Mmmm Master fucker Hindu, Åārifah Aslam is going to fuck you so good…,” she groaned.
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Ammī, you toooo?
I heard Åārifah Aslam and Muħammad Ħabīb before I saw them as I arrived home.
As had become the norm, they were fighting.
I paused for a moment as I listened to them from outside the front door then jangled my keys and loudly played with the lock to signal my arrival.
I sighed as the fighting stopped once I entered.
Åārifah Aslam and Muħammad Ħabīb were in the front foyer sporting fake smiles as I walked in,
“Hey Åārifah Aslam, Muħammad Ħabīb, what’s up?”
Muħammad Ħabīb was not in a chatting mood.
He simply picked up a bag that lay at his feet,
“Nothing buddy, I just stopped by to pick up a few things I need for a business trip,” Muħammad Ħabīb said as he walked over to me.
“I’ll email you,” Muħammad Ħabīb said simply before turning to me, “Take care of your Bahū Bégum. Will you, Dad, please?”
I didn’t bother saying goodbye to my stepson.
Muħammad Ħabīb was out the door with the door closed before I even had a chance to say the words.
Instead, I walked over to Al Åārifah Al Aslam and gave her a hello kiss on the cheek,
“You ok, Åārifah?”
Al Åārifah Al Aslam smiled and put on a brave face for me,
“Of course, I am, Durgesh, and how was your day?”
I ignored Al Åārifah Al Aslam’s question as we walked inside,
“You don’t seem ok, Åārifah, come on, what’s up? What did your idiot husband, Muħammad Ħabīb, say?”
Al Åārifah Al Aslam sighed as the weight of a bad day came crashing down, tears formed in her eyes as she stepped closer to her one and only protector and hugged me tight,
“Your ever incompetent stepson is officially filing for divorce,” she said as tears ran down her cheeks.
I hugged Al Åārifah Al Aslam tightly and held her as the words sunk in.
I wasn’t surprised Åārifah Aslam and Muħammad Ħabīb were getting divorced.
They had been separated for months and their marriage had been slowly deteriorating for years before that.
I rubbed Al Åārifah Al Aslam’s back softly and wiped away her tears as she looked at me,
“I’m sorry, Åārifah Aslam. I know you really tried to make it work.”
Al Åārifah Al Aslam smiled at me, she was so lucky to have me in her life.
While her relationship with her soon to be ex-husband was in poor shape, her relationship with me couldn’t have been better.
Al Åārifah Al Aslam broke the hug and wiped her tears away,
“You know where he’s going, don’t you? He’s going away with HER – business trip his ass.”
“Do you think she would remain with him?”
“None can. Everyone needs physical satisfaction completely.”
“And Muħammad Ħabīb can’t provide it?”
“He can, but he is obsessed in doing other things, instead of normal matrimonial requirements.”
I led Al Åārifah Al Aslam into the living room so we could sit down. Before being separated, Muħammad Ħabīb had admitted to his wife and me he was having an affair with a colleague at work and that they were in love.
“We can have each other Åārifah Aslam, you’re too good for me anyway,” I said.
Al Åārifah Al Aslam snorted with laughter,
“Yeah right, look at me, I’m a mess.”
I smiled as I looked at Al Åārifah Al Aslam,
“You’re beautiful on the inside and out and the best Bahū Bégum a man can have,” I said.
Al Åārifah Al Aslam shook her head,
“My best friend, philosopher and guide,” she said as she kissed me then wiped a smudge of her lipstick from my face, “where would I be without you? I can’t understand why the Musalmīn hate you, if they aren’t really Pseudo Musalmīn.”
“Now that’s a sentiment I can agree with,” Al Åārifah Al Aslam smiled. “I’m going to finish making dinner; you go change and get ready.”
I kissed Al Åārifah Al Aslam on the cheek again and went upstairs to my room.
I was halfway up the stairs when Al Åārifah Al Aslam called out to me, “Oh and Durgesh … ”
“Yes, Åārifah Aslam?” I asked as I turned around.
“My laptop is acting up, the sound won’t work, would you take a look at it?” she asked.
“Anything for you, Åārifah,” I said as I reached the top of the stairs and went into my room.
Al Åārifah Al Aslam and I had always been close.
When they were just married even, Muħammad Ħabīb often worked late hours.
Al Åārifah Al Aslam used to come to me for company.
So, Al Åārifah Al Aslam and I spent a lot of time together.
I didn’t mind being called a “Ladies’ Man” and happily spent time with Al Åārifah Al Aslam.
Al Åārifah Al Aslam married young when she was only 19.
She and Muħammad Ħabīb met in school and were high school sweethearts.
Muħammad Ħabīb was two years older and truly loved her when they were younger.
However, the pressure of providing for a family at such a young age wore on Muħammad Ħabīb before long.
Due to his hidden hate that his Ammī deserted his real father to live in relationship with me, Muħammad Ħabīb never accepted any money, any financial help from me.”
“I can’t be a pimp of my own Ammī for that Hindu scoundrel.” Muħammad Ħabīb used to say to Al Åārifah Al Aslam.
Al Åārifah Al Aslam was dumb founded.”
“Muħammad Ħabīb, Durgesh never went to seduce your Ammī. She tells me your Abbū couldn’t satisfy her sexually.”
“Bosh and nonsense,” Muħammad Ħabīb retorted, “Ammī is saving her own face and protecting her new Hindu love. If my Abbū were impotent, from where my sisters and I came?”
Al Åārifah Al Aslam was hurt,
“Muħammad Ħabīb, Ammī didn’t say impotent, she said ‘incompetent’.”
“I don’t believe her.”
Al Åārifah Al Aslam looked at him incredulously,
“She is your Ammī, Muħammad Ħabīb.”
“That’s the reason I can’t hate her.”
When a job offer came, they moved cities.
Muħammad Ħabīb adjusted to the move well but Al Åārifah Al Aslam didn’t.
Al Åārifah Al Aslam was used to the whispers about her suspected clandestine affair with me.
Muħammad Ħabīb laughed,
“They can’t believe a Musalmān houselady is so beautiful and nevertheless she doesn’t fuck my infinite Muslimātramañ Hindu stepfather. He has infinite money and sexual prowess too. It’s natural that beautiful Musalmān houseladies fall for him, because Durgesh prefers beautiful Musalmān houseladies on the rest of women.”
Al Åārifah Al Aslam was out of speech,
“But, Muħammad Ħabīb,”
“Forget them. They want me to repeat the blunder they committed.”
“They didn’t have faith in their own wives. They suspected them, misbehaved and threw them in this way in Durgesh’s lap themselves.”
“Muħammad Ħabīb!” Al Åārifah Al Aslam exclaimed immensely surprised.
“That was the blunder they committed. I’m not a damn fool enough not to have faith in my own wife.”
Al Åārifah Al Aslam put her arms around his neck and kissed him gratefully indebted.
She could not believe he would leave him ultimately soon.
Al Åārifah Al Aslam had hoped the rumors about her clandestine affair with me would die off with age.
She was short, standing only 5’3 with dyed blonde hair and green eyes, fair skin, toned legs and large firm round breasts that were 100% real.
She had been a cheerleader in her high school days and had grown accustomed to attracting stares from the opposite sex; she liked the power it gave her.
The problems with Muħammad Ħabīb started after the move and never really stopped.
It was Durgesh that pulled her out of her funk.
Even in my sixty-six, I was still an athletic kid, kid, never an old man,
So, Al Åārifah Al Aslam threw herself into doting on me.
I called her beautiful even when she didn’t feel like she was and convinced her to take up jogging with me.
Slowly Al Åārifah Al Aslam caught the exercise bug and her figure and confidence excelled.
It became yet another activity for the two of us to bond over.
Al Åārifah Al Aslam went to all my games and enjoyed the attention she got from my teammates, but it was the attention she got from me she enjoyed most of all.
Al Åārifah Al Aslam had caught me staring at her from time to time while we jogged and around the house but didn’t mind my stolen glances.
She knew I adored her and often got in fights defending her honor.
Al Åārifah Al Aslam didn’t like me fighting but she did like that she did have one man in her life that defended her.
Truth be told, I wasn’t the only one who did some ogling.
Al Åārifah Al Aslam noticed me as a miraculously perfect ever-young man, even in my sixty-six.
Al Åārifah Al Aslam was crestfallen when even her Ammī fell for me.
“Ammī, you toooo?” Al Åārifah Al Aslam couldn’t believe her own eyes.*
Al Navīdah Al Vasīm smiled.
She was an ultramodern woman.
No, Islam didn’t snatch away their liberty at all.
It was Pseudo Islam that did it.
Islam, instead, protected the then Årab womankind from their alive cremation, their mass kidnapping and their mass sale for slavery and prostitution.
“What a woman needs.”
“I see.” Al Åārifah Al Aslam said ironically, “A woman needs to cheat her husband, in her fifty six even, seduce a Hindu wild sex maniac, undress him herself, push him on his back, undress herself, straddle him, hold his Uncut Hindu Cock in her hand, position it between her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān labial lips, and thrust herself entirely shamelessly to get it inside.”
Al Navīdah Al Vasīm smiled ironically herself.
“I never knew you were so sex starved that you watched your own Ammī’s sex life so profoundly. Didn’t I teach you it to be bad manners?”
“A person learns more from seeing than being taught.” Al Åārifah Al Aslam said sternly.
“Your sex life is not even satisfactory, my dear.” Al Navīdah Al Vasīm invited her daughter gravely, “Come on, replace me. Enjoy the infinite Muslimātramañ to your heart’s content, as much as you need, and even more. Durgesh is a sex wizard.”
“Thank you very much.” Al Åārifah Al Aslam said contemptuously, “I’m quite satisfied with my Musalmān husband. Your Hindu lover himself admits that the Hindus are better in sex but the Musalmīn are better in morals.”*
With Åārifah Aslam and Muħammad Ħabīb splitting up, I didn’t like the idea of Al Åārifah Al Aslam living home alone.
Despite the stolen glances, none of our duo ever did anything sexual.
Our relationship wasn’t like that, but we did have an extremely tight bond.
A bond that was about to grow even stronger.
I showered and changed, then walked into Al Åārifah Al Aslam’s room to check on her laptop.
It booted up without any issues and the sound problem was easy enough to solve.
I decided to check my online web portal to see if my finals were posted and was about to shut the computer down when a link saved in the favorites caught my eye.
I knew I should leave it alone but proceeded anyway.
I clicked on the link and a hook-up site popped up.
It was a sex meet up site, a combo of eHarmony and Ashley Madison.
Al Åārifah Al Aslam’s profile was saved and I decided to check it out.
I found myself neutral, as I read Al Åārifah Al Aslam’s profile.
Logically I wanted Al Åārifah Al Aslam to meet someone and move on from Muħammad Ħabīb.
Al Åārifah Al Aslam advertised herself as a soon-to-be divorced Bahū Bégum of one who was looking for a man who knew how to pleasure a woman.
Durgesh was quite serious as I read Al Åārifah Al Aslam’s profile describing her sexual likes and dislikes.
My cock started to throb as she described in depth how she wanted to ride a ‘hot man’s bronco’ and shove it in her ex-husband’s face.
My cock got even harder as I spotted some pictures she posted.
They weren’t nude, but, nevertheless, were pretty close.
“I can’t believe it,” I said to myself.
Just then, Al Åārifah Al Aslam called from downstairs,
“Dinner is ready, Master!”
I closed the website and the laptop,
“Be there in a Moment, Åārifah Aslam!” I called as I adjusted my pants and went downstairs.
I visited Al Åārifah Al Aslam’s online profile a lot over the next two weeks.
She had recently joined so I didn’t think she had met anyone yet, nevertheless, I just couldn’t let it go.
I wasn’t mad with Al Åārifah Al Aslam, I could never be mad at her for wanting to meet new people, regardless of the reason.
I just couldn’t shake the caution I felt towards unknown men trying to score with Al Åārifah Al Aslam.
Al Åārifah Al Aslam was an attractive woman.
She was toned but not skinny, curvy but not overly so, with soft smooth skin and large plump breasts.
I loved the smell of her shampoo, the way she dressed, moved and laughed.
So why wouldn’t other men?
Al Åārifah Al Aslam didn’t dress to tease me around the house, but she didn’t dress overly conservative either.
She wasn’t nearly as tall as I was, and from time to time wore my old jerseys or shirts around the house with little else on.
She had done that the other night when we watched a movie together.
I found myself stealing glances at Al Åārifah Al Aslam as she cuddled beside me.
I watched her as much as I did the movie.
One late night while I was surfing the internet I invariably made my way back to Al Åārifah Al Aslam’s profile.
As I logged on, I noticed Al Åārifah Al Aslam was logged in as well.
I stared at her profile picture and the green dot indicating she was online.
I decided to take a chance.
I sent Al Åārifah Al Aslam, an invite for a live chat.
30 seconds later, she agreed.
“Hello” I typed.
“Hi,” Al Åārifah Al Aslam responded, “Thanks for the invite.”
“Couldn’t resist,” I started. “Can’t sleep?”
“Horny and alone,” Al Åārifah Al Aslam replied.
“I find that hard to believe,” I typed.
“Lol why?” she asked.
“You’re beautiful,” I replied.
“You’re sweet,” Al Åārifah Al Aslam replied, “but the only man who notices me these days is my step father in law.”
I was more careful in my tracks.
Was she upset?
“I find THAT hard to believe,” I wrote.
“It’s true,” she said, “he’s the only one and to be honest, I don’t mind.”
“Naughty girl,” I wrote.
Al Åārifah Al Aslam smiled as she chatted online.
She had been considering cancelling her membership and hadn’t expected to share any secret desires but here she was – and she was horny.
“Ever done anything?” I asked, knowing the answer.
Al Åārifah Al Aslam rubbed herself even harder as she typed,
“No, I’m too much of a chicken.”
“What about others?” I asked.
Al Åārifah Al Aslam chuckled as she typed, “They may be cute but I’d never do that to him.”
I breathed a sigh of relief.
My head would have exploded if one of them were fooling around with Al Åārifah Al Aslam.
“You think he’d want to do something?” I asked.
“Probably not,” Al Åārifah Al Aslam responded. “I’m not some freak, just a lonely woman.”
“I read somewhere a lot of Bahū Bégums think of their father in law sexually at some point,” I wrote.
Al Åārifah Al Aslam started to finger herself as she typed,
“Have you thought about your Bahū Bégum, if you are old enough to have one?”
I paused and then responded,
“I’ve started to, hard to not notice her.”
“You naughty boy,” Al Åārifah Al Aslam wrote. “Do you want to fuck her?”
I couldn’t decide what to say.
I hadn’t really thought about it but I had been visiting her profile and thinking about her nonstop recently.
“Hello?” she asked.
“Sorry,” I wrote, “I was just thinking about her.”
“Mmmmmmm” Al Åārifah Al Aslam responded, “that a yes?”
I paused again before responding, “Well, my cock is rock hard,” I replied honestly without actually responding.
“My pussy is wet,” Al Åārifah Al Aslam replied. “How big are you?”
“Big enough, maybe I’ll show you sometime” I typed.
“How old are you?” Al Åārifah Al Aslam asked.
“I’m 66,” I typed.
“Mmmmm you could be my step father in law,” Al Åārifah Al Aslam responded, not knowing how right she was.
“I’d like that,” I replied.
Al Åārifah Al Aslam fingered her pussy faster,
“I bet you would…”
Al Åārifah Al Aslam played with herself as we chatted.
“It’s late, I should go to bed, talk again?” Al Åārifah Al Aslam asked.
“Absolutely,” I replied.
“Goodnight, my dear,” Al Åārifah Al Aslam wrote before logging off.
“Night, Åārifah Aslam,” I said softly as I stood up and moved over to my bed.
Al Åārifah Al Aslam played with herself that night, thinking of me before she drifted off to sleep.
Neither Al Åārifah Al Aslam nor I had intended for that chat to happen.
In fact, neither had admitted to themselves we had those desires but it was clear now we both did.
Over the course of the next week we chatted almost every night about our shared fantasy, not really sure where it was leading.
I noticed Al Åārifah Al Aslam was suddenly in a better mood while Al Åārifah Al Aslam couldn’t help but notice me checking her out even more than usual.
I had learned through our online chats Al Åārifah Al Aslam hadn’t met anyone through the site and wasn’t too pleased with it overall until she started talking to me.
Al Åārifah Al Aslam meanwhile found herself looking forward to her late night rendezvous with her anonymous experienced old stud.
She had started to fantasize about her and myself together, but left it at that, just a fantasy.
One night after watching a movie together, we met online after saying our goodnights in the hall.
“Allah, I’m so horny,” Al Åārifah Al Aslam wrote when I popped online.
“Why is that?” I asked.
“We just watched a movie together and I did what I told you I was going to do. I wore a skimpy little nightie and he was so hard. I saw him. I felt him,” she said.
“That IS hot,” I wrote back.
“I was so tempted to do something but I couldn’t. I shouldn’t be doing this to myself or to him. He’s the only good relationship I have in my life,” she said.
“Sounds to me like he doesn’t mind,” I wrote.
“I don’t know…” she replied.
“I bet you he’s thinking about you right now,” I typed.
“You think so?” she asked.
“I know so…” I said.
“I wish you were him,” Al Åārifah Al Aslam replied.
My cock throbbed at that last comment,
“Go check if he’s still awake, I’ll be here…” I said.
Without thinking, I got up and slipped out my room, going downstairs to the kitchen.
Al Åārifah Al Aslam heard me in the kitchen and walked down to join me in her skimpy nightie.
“Durgesh?” she asked as she entered the kitchen, “is that you?”
“It’s me Åārifah Aslam; I’m just making some hot milk, want some?”
I looked at Al Åārifah Al Aslam as she softly stepped into the kitchen, her nightie was light purple, very short and see-thru everywhere but at her chest.
My eyes traveled up and down her body, her nightie barely covered her panties and perfectly showcased her body.
“I couldn’t sleep, you?” I asked.
Al Åārifah Al Aslam smiled at me,
Al Åārifah Al Aslam watched as I reached up to get a second mug.
I was wearing boxers and a t-shirt that was molded to my toned physique. Whereas her husband had let himself go in recent years, I was a verified hunk.
Al Åārifah Al Aslam stepped closer to me as the milk started to heat up, “Aren’t we a pair?” she chuckled, “heating up warm milk on a Saturday night.”
I smiled as I pulled Al Åārifah Al Aslam close to me, my hands sliding down her back as her arms went around my neck.
“I don’t mind Åārifah Aslam, I’ve always preferred being with you. I like our special bond,” I said.
Al Åārifah Al Aslam smiled back at me,
“Me too. I’m lucky to have a father in law who talks to Al Åārifah Al Aslam more than once a month.”
“You mean that’s an option?” I teased.
Al Åārifah Al Aslam gasped in mock horror,
“Just for that I’m going to embarrass you the next time your friends are over. I’m going to treat you like a best friend and just shower you with kisses…”
Al Åārifah Al Aslam leaned up as she started to give me sloppy wet kisses on my cheeks and forehead.
“I’ll kiss you like this and this and this and this and this and this…” she teased.
I laughed as Al Åārifah Al Aslam gave me sloppy wet kisses, her body pressed against me as she did, and as she pressed against me, it was impossible for her not to feel my extraordinary Hindu hard-on.
“Ok ok ok!” I laughed, “I give in!”
Al Åārifah Al Aslam smiled as she stopped kissing me but stayed pressed against me.
Our eyes locked for a Moment as I held Al Åārifah Al Aslam in my arms. I pulled her slightly against me and she didn’t fight it.
Finally, after an extended silence I said,
“I love you, Åārifah Aslam.”
Al Åārifah Al Aslam bit her bottom lip and smiled,
“I love you too, my Master. You’re the love of your Bahū Bégum’s life and you always will be.”
“I’d do anything for you Åārifah Aslam,” I replied.
“I know you would Durgesh,” she started as the milk started to boil over, “but right now I think you should pour us some milk,” she giggled as the warm milk spilled on the floor.
I swore softly as I pulled the pot off the burner and wiped up the spilled milk,
‘If that isn’t a metaphor I don’t know what is,’ I thought to myself.
I poured a glass for myself, and Al Åārifah Al Aslam,
“Here you go,” I said.
“Thanks Durgesh,” she said as she kissed me on the cheek, “goodnight, don’t stay up too late,” she said as she walked back upstairs.
I watched her leave and adjusted my hard cock once she was out of sight. I quickly cleaned up and returned to my room.
Messages from Al Åārifah Al Aslam were waiting for me as I sat down.
“I’m here,” I typed.
“Thought I lost you,” she wrote.
“How’d it go?” I asked.
I groaned as Al Åārifah Al Aslam shared the story that I just participated in,
“Sounds hot,” I said.
“You have no idea,” she said, “my pussy is on fire.”
I was thinking about Al Åārifah Al Aslam’s pussy when she asked me her most daring question yet,
“Would you send me a pic of your dick? I’m sopping wet.”
My cock lurched with lust at Al Åārifah Al Aslam’s request,
“I’ll show you mine if you show me yours,” I said.
“Deal,” she said. “You first.”
I gulped as Al Åārifah Al Aslam responded quickly; I hadn’t expected her to take me up on my offer.
I turned on my webcam and focused on my hard cock, making sure, only my cock was on screen and nothing that would give away where I was. I took a pic and sent it through the chat.
“Enjoy,” I wrote.
“Mmmmmm that’s bigger than my ex,” Al Åārifah Al Aslam said, unknowingly telling me, I had a bigger cock than Muħammad Ħabīb.
“Seriously, that’s a great cock” she continued. “Your Bahū Bégum doesn’t know what she’s missing.”
Two minutes later she sent me a pic in return, it was a pic of Al Åārifah Al Aslam from her breasts down to her wetness, her fingers inside her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt, “Your father in law is the one who doesn’t know what he’s missing,” I typed.
“Think of me when you fuck anyone tonight,” Al Åārifah Al Aslam wrote. “I’ll be thinking of your cock and pretending you’re my step father in law.”
For the next week, we traded more pics as we chatted with the temperature slowly rising to a crescendo the next weekend.
I arrived Saturday afternoon hot and tired and in need of a swim.
I saw Al Åārifah Al Aslam outside so I quickly changed into my trunks and went outside.
Al Åārifah Al Aslam looked up as I walked outside,
“How was work?”
“Same old same old, glad to be done and in the pool,” I said as I dived into the pool and did a few laps.
Al Åārifah Al Aslam watched as I did my laps and hid behind her sunglasses as I pulled myself out of the water.
“Better?” she asked.
“Much better,” I said as I sat down beside her, “have you been in today or is this another one of your ‘dry’ bathing suits?”
Al Åārifah Al Aslam stood up and spun around for me, happy to show off her body,
“Does this look like a swim suit you get wet?” she asked.
I smirked as I stood up,
“It does to me!” I said as I picked Al Åārifah Al Aslam up and put her over my shoulder.
Al Åārifah Al Aslam shrieked loudly as I picked her up, “Durgesh! Put me down this instant!”
I chuckled as I carried Al Åārifah Al Aslam to the edge of the pool; she kicked her legs playfully as she squirmed on my shoulder, “what’s that? Can’t hear you. I’ve got this woman screaming on my shoulder.”
Al Åārifah Al Aslam squirmed, kicked, and lightly smacked me as I held her,
“Don’t you dare throw me in the water!”
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