What a pleasant change!
We both redressed to a degree of decency as I marched upstairs.
Al Kulsūm Al Ůsmān, now decent but still looking delectable, went to the front door.
Unusually she asked who was there and got a querulous reply from Al Åāyeshah Al Siddīqah Al Muħammad announcing herself.
Maybe it was more hesitant a voice.
Al Kulsūm Al Ůsmān opened the door just a little, not sure what she was going to face.
“Al Kulsūm Al Ůsmān, may I come and talk with you, please?”
Al Kulsūm Al Ůsmān recalled her anger when she threw Al Åāyeshah Al Siddīqah Al Muħammad out but felt some remorse immediately.
The presence of Al Åāyeshah Al Siddīqah Al Muħammad in a light summer frock softened Al Kulsūm Al Ůsmān immediately.
“Oh, do come in Al Åāyeshah Al Siddīqah Al Muħammad, I’m really glad you’ve come round to see me.”
Al Åāyeshah Al Siddīqah Al Muħammad took in Al Kulsūm Al Ůsmān, scanning her body in the summer frock she had picked out so carefully as projecting softness and openness to the woman she had had advances from.
She didn’t want to spoil this occasion with another rejection.
With the door closed, they stood very near each other with no more words expressed.
Al Kulsūm Al Ůsmān raised her hand to Al Åāyeshah Al Siddīqah Al Muħammad’s cheek and caressed it.
As soon as she did that, Al Åāyeshah Al Siddīqah Al Muħammad fell into Al Kulsūm Al Ůsmān’s arms and lapsed into a flood of tears in relief that she hadn’t been rejected.
Slowly, Al Kulsūm Al Ůsmān led Al Åāyeshah Al Siddīqah Al Muħammad into the same room she and I had been getting off on and was privately relieved she hadn’t got the vibrator out with me.
I witnessed it all and it did nothing to dampen my Hindu erection.
I would have doffed a hat at Al Kulsūm Al Ůsmān’s rapid adjustment of her behavior.
I moved again so I could still see what was happening between them.
Once in the room and still standing, Al Kulsūm Al Ůsmān lifted Al Åāyeshah Al Siddīqah Al Muħammad’s face by her chin.
She saw a harrowed woman whose eyes betrayed even more sadness than she had endured.
Taking Al Åāyeshah Al Siddīqah Al Muħammad’s cheeks in each hand, she drew her lips to her own and pressed them to her hoped for lover’s.
Al Åāyeshah Al Siddīqah Al Muħammad responded by bringing her arms around Al Kulsūm Al Ůsmān’s back and clinging to her as if it were her only chance.
Their tongues sought each other.
Al Åāyeshah Al Siddīqah Al Muħammad wasn’t holding back and Al Kulsūm Al Ůsmān sensed this.
Each other’s hands were all over buttocks, thighs, waists, shoulders.
Now Al Kulsūm Al Ůsmān stepped back to view her lover, still holding her by her shoulders.
Al Kulsūm Al Ůsmān decided that now it was not the moment for restraint.
She was going to put Al Åāyeshah Al Siddīqah Al Muħammad to the test, to assess her commitment, real or feigned.
Withdrawing her arms she stood directly facing her.
Taking her frock buttons one by one, there must have been a dozen, she commenced to unbutton her top.
First thing she noted was the absence of a bra, but she didn’t open her up immediately as she got beyond her breast, merely her delightful cleavage to her ever erect Musalmān breasts.
Continuing and getting what she thought was approval, she came across a lovely pink silk suspender belt, so old fashioned but delightful.
Next was the slight plumpness of her lower tummy held in somewhat by her belt.
On and down and the first glimpse of hair voluminous and untouched with a very few speckles of grey amongst her dark brown hairs.
Then on downwards to soft white thighs, still close together but so inviting and on to her light brown silk stockings held up by those lovely garters.
Her unbuttoning was complete.
“Al Åāyeshah Al Siddīqah Al Muħammad, I want you to open your frock for me, please.”
Al Åāyeshah Al Siddīqah Al Muħammad took each side of her frock, lifted it off her shoulders and let it drop to the floor.
I was watching all this from my vantage point outside the room.
I didn’t let Al Kulsūm Al Ůsmān see me squeezing myself for self-control at this view of Al Åāyeshah Al Siddīqah Al Muħammad and her new lover.
Al Åāyeshah Al Siddīqah Al Muħammad just stood before Al Kulsūm Al Ůsmān a little uncertain of herself but now beyond a point of return.
She stood in her low heels, stockings and pretty suspender belt waiting for a move from Al Kulsūm Al Ůsmān.
Al Kulsūm Al Ůsmān moved closer but not embracing Al Åāyeshah Al Siddīqah Al Muħammad.
Instead she took her right index finger and placed it with firmness on Al Åāyeshah Al Siddīqah Al Muħammad’s extremely beautiful excellent exquisite Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot hairs.
With her other hand she took one breast and softly ran the flat of her other hand across Al Åāyeshah Al Siddīqah Al Muħammad’s nipple.
Simultaneously she licked Al Åāyeshah Al Siddīqah Al Muħammad’s lips with her own wet tongue.
All this was so brazen to Al Åāyeshah Al Siddīqah Al Muħammad she was not quite sure of Al Kulsūm Al Ůsmān was mocking her vulnerability.
She nearly retreated, it was so shameless.
Al Kulsūm Al Ůsmān hadn’t even opened her gown.
Gradually, though this was happening in seconds, Al Åāyeshah Al Siddīqah Al Muħammad tried to detract from herself even though the hands were doing their work on her very effectively.
Al Åāyeshah Al Siddīqah Al Muħammad asked if Al Kulsūm Al Ůsmān would like to undress her.
“I’d love that Al Åāyeshah Al Siddīqah Al Muħammad.”
Al Åāyeshah Al Siddīqah Al Muħammad only had to tug the loose knot that held Al Kulsūm Al Ůsmān’s gown together.
It immediately gave way.
Al Åāyeshah Al Siddīqah Al Muħammad took the liberty of drawing the silk gown apart.
She was taken away by the sheer beauty of Al Kulsūm Al Ůsmān’s breast, much larger than hers not even sagging yet while she was even much older.
Scanning her body she took in Al Kulsūm Al Ůsmān’s pantyhose and even noted that it was torn at her crotch.
She noted that but said nothing.
She pushed the gown off her shoulders so they were both near naked but so ravishing together.
“Play with me, Al Åāyeshah Al Siddīqah Al Muħammad, I need you badly.” Al Åāyeshah Al Siddīqah Al Muħammad responded by running her hands tentatively over Al Kulsūm Al Ůsmān’s full breasts, teasing her nipples and not regretting her move to come and see Al Kulsūm Al Ůsmān.
Al Kulsūm Al Ůsmān took one of Al Åāyeshah Al Siddīqah Al Muħammad’s hands and pressed it through the handmade hole created just moments ago for her and my pleasure.
Al Åāyeshah Al Siddīqah Al Muħammad allowed her hand to be pushed into another woman’s extremely beautiful excellent exquisite Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot for the first time in years since she had been with Al Kulsūm Al Ůsmān.
Al Kulsūm Al Ůsmān felt wet and wonderful as she explored her swollen extremely beautiful excellent exquisite Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Clit and lower down to her extremely beautiful excellent exquisite Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot.
Her movements had their effect on Al Kulsūm Al Ůsmān who hadn’t remained passive but had recommenced her caressing of Al Åāyeshah Al Siddīqah Al Muħammad’s body.
Feeling assertive again she moved Al Åāyeshah Al Siddīqah Al Muħammad backwards so that Al Åāyeshah Al Siddīqah Al Muħammad was forced to retreat and fall back onto the couch.
Laying her out with her extremely beautiful immensely smooth Musalmān thighs wide open, Al Kulsūm Al Ůsmān ran her hands along Al Åāyeshah Al Siddīqah Al Muħammad’s thighs beyond her stocking tops and began licking round Al Åāyeshah Al Siddīqah Al Muħammad’s creases between her extremely beautiful immensely smooth Musalmān thighs and buttocks.
Al Kulsūm Al Ůsmān was impatient.
She felt a need to seduce her so they would become lovers and so satisfy a long lost need.
Taking the succulent bait, Al Kulsūm Al Ůsmān slid her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān tongue in between those hairy covered but soaking labia into her inner lips and then onto her dark pink mound of flesh she knew instinctively Al Åāyeshah Al Siddīqah Al Muħammad would love.
Quickly she brought her to a crescendo as she tongued her deftly around her swollen extremely beautiful excellent exquisite Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Clit.
She quickly found that Al Åāyeshah Al Siddīqah Al Muħammad liked the indirect sliver of her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān tongue to the direct absorption of Al Åāyeshah Al Siddīqah Al Muħammad’s extremely beautiful excellent exquisite Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Clit on her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān tongue
Al Åāyeshah Al Siddīqah Al Muħammad could not take in that she had finally given her body to Al Kulsūm Al Ůsmān and she had no regrets.
As Al Kulsūm Al Ůsmān ran her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān tongue round her little pinnacle, Al Åāyeshah Al Siddīqah Al Muħammad reacted by letting go as well as holding Al Kulsūm Al Ůsmān’s head so she couldn’t retreat.
“Oh Al Kulsūm Al Ůsmān my love, I’m so glad I came to you. Hold me I’m cumming now, now, Allah, fuck, oh yes, yes.”
She continued screaming although she was slowly winding down from the best cum in years.
Al Kulsūm Al Ůsmān slowly withdrew.
She knew she had done what she wanted.
She hadn’t cum herself yet but no hurry.
What to do if I was still in the house?
She looked round and saw me in the hallway.
She signaled me to get upstairs for she sensed Al Åāyeshah Al Siddīqah Al Muħammad had not planned to stay so long, only to make up.
Al Åāyeshah Al Siddīqah Al Muħammad did indeed withdraw, apologizing for leaving so quickly and so selfishly after having her needs met but not Al Kulsūm Al Ůsmān’s.
She promised to make it up to her and Al Kulsūm Al Ůsmān held her to it.
What she hadn’t told Al Kulsūm Al Ůsmān was that she wanted to be with Al Åāyeshah Al Siddīqah Al Muħammad’s husband’s friend this evening despite her new found love.
I came downstairs.
Al Kulsūm Al Ůsmān was still in a state of physical disarray and sexual need but she was also aware that I must be in a right state.
“Durgesh, do what you were going to do before we were interrupted. Come again soon so we can take our time and fuck because I too myself want you.”
“Are you okay with that, Al Kulsūm Al Ůsmān?”
With that I stood over her rather exhausted body, fucked Al Kulsūm Al Ůsmān in countless sex positions she had ever dreamed off.
She fucked me even more vigorously than even I fucked her.
I let Al Kulsūm Al Ůsmān even win me in this competition deliberately.
I wanted her to forget lesbianism forever.
She demanded anal sex too.
I obliged Al Kulsūm Al Ůsmān.
“I’m immensely grateful and indebted to you, Durgesh. My bastard Musalmān husband never fucked me in my ass. He even never allowed me to suck him. I was never satisfied consequently absolutely. It made me gradually to hate even the entire mankind immensely. I had no other option except to surrender to lesbianism. Now, you have satisfied me in sex in every possible way I wanted to. Would you oblige me in the same way for the rest of my life? You are the ever first real man in my life. I would be immensely obliged, grateful and indebted to you, if you keep fucking me from now on till I exist.”
I kissed Al Kulsūm Al Ůsmān still fucking her wildly.
“Don’t worry, Al Kulsūm Al Ůsmān. I promise you that. That’s what I am made for, I think.”
Ultimately I let lose my long delayed sperm into her Musalmān Choot once more.
Kissing each other she let me out to satisfy Al Åāyeshah Al Siddīqah Al Muħammad.
I ran round the vicinity in the opposite direction from home, so as to ensure Al Åāyeshah Al Siddīqah Al Muħammad, I had been out for a run.
On arrival at home, I had built up a sweat to be more convincing.
In fact, I had enjoyed the immense fuck and my Hindu cum ultimately, into Al Kulsūm Al Ůsmān’s ever ardent Musalmān Choot.
I would have liked to have more time with her but I also wanted to get back to see how Al Åāyeshah Al Siddīqah Al Muħammad would be reacting to her new lover that afternoon.
I found Al Åāyeshah Al Siddīqah Al Muħammad in the kitchen preparing some odds and ends for supper for both of us.
She had removed her heels and stockings and was working around the kitchen in her bare feet.
Glancing at Al Åāyeshah Al Siddīqah Al Muħammad from her side, I noticed that she had removed her bra as well, for her ever erect huge beautiful Musalmān breasts now had their natural wilt but were still full in her thin frock even though she was displaying them pendulum style.
I felt a small surge below.
Eīshān, I just dropped my load into Al Kulsūm Al Ůsmān, and now Al Åāyeshah Al Siddīqah Al Muħammad’s got me going.
What is going on?*
Al Åāyeshah Al Siddīqah Al Muħammad was in a calm and lovely mood, saying little, but happy with me, sitting around doing little, but sipping a beer from the fridge and enjoying the evening, both grazing rather than eating a full meal.
She hadn’t even mentioned being at Al Kulsūm Al Ůsmān’s this afternoon.
I also had a sense that she hadn’t washed herself after being with Al Kulsūm Al Ůsmān, just removed her underwear.
She bent down to reach into the fridge for another gin and tonic for herself.
Her frock tightened round her excellent exquisite gorgeous Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān buttocks.
Gorgeous view for her 64 year old Hindu lover.
And no she wasn’t wearing panties either, just like this afternoon.
Without even a hint of flirt Al Åāyeshah Al Siddīqah Al Muħammad was just perfectly relaxed from her frantic cum with Al Kulsūm Al Ůsmān.
She gave me no hint of our sexual sojourns with each other.
However, I did notice she had little energy and at one stage she fell into a two minute nap.
I decided I would encourage her to go to bed.
She looked emotionally exhausted, no doubt from her charged feelings for Al Kulsūm Al Ůsmān.
We watched TV for some time rather desultorily which put her in the mood for bed.
Kissing me lightly on my lips she wished me a good night and retired.
I decided to watch one of my DVDs I’d shared with Al Rashīdah Al Zahīr, got nice and horny and then went up to bed myself passing Al Åāyeshah Al Siddīqah Al Muħammad’s room on the way.
She had left the door slightly ajar and was fully asleep with a light duvet for cover.
I rang my sexy Al Rashīdah Al Zahīr and filled her in on the story so far.
I couldn’t have had the same story for My friend’s wife, Al Fātimah Al Muħammad.
She wouldn’t have been able to cope with what was going on between Al Åāyeshah Al Siddīqah Al Muħammad and myself.
She wanted to have me for herself only, exclusively, though she herself had a husband too.
“Husband?” Al Fātimah Al Muħammad laughed, “Do you still think Ålī Muħammad is my husband? Why the hell I was a virgin when you fucked me in my Shab-e-Ůrūsī?”
“You should haven’t called him an impotent, Al Fātimah Al Muħammad. Who can bear that his newly wed wife call him impotent even in their Shab-e-Ůrūsī, in their Golden Night itself?”
“Oh, that?” Al Fātimah Al Muħammad asked me bitterly.
“Yes,” I said curtly, fucking Al Fātimah Al Muħammad wildly from her ever glorious Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān behind, “that.”
Al Fātimah Al Muħammad was herself thrusting her ever glorious ever glamorous ever whitish pink ardent Musalmān buttocks towards my nude Hindu lap, filling it with her ever glorious ever glamorous ever whitish pink ardent Musalmān buttocks, repetitively, constantly, endlessly.
We both loved this sex position immensely.
We fucked mostly in it usually.
“What should have I done?” Al Fātimah Al Muħammad laughed ironically, “The bastard had undressed me fully. I had undressed him fully. He had kissed and even licked my entire nude Musalmān body, including my Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot, buttocks, ass too. Yet his cut Musalmān nūnī was still not erect even a bit, not even stirred. What should have I called him instead of an impotent, a stallion, a stud?”
I kept my patience fucking her as usual,
“Hadn’t Ålī Muħammad told you that Shankar Mahāpralayankar, Rājesh Rājpūt and some other communal anti-Muslim Hindus fuck him in his almost femininely beautiful ardent Musalmān ass?”
Al Fātimah Al Muħammad smiled, smirked and laughed.
“Yes, he told me that Shankar Mahāpralayankar, Rājesh Rājpūt and some other communal anti-Muslim Hindus fuck him in his almost femininely beautiful ardent Musalmān ass. But he told me his cut Musalmān nūnī was always erect when they fuck him in his ass. They laughed over it thinking he was enjoying their Uncut Hindu Lund in his utmost feminine Musalmān ass very much.”
“And you decided to marry Ålī Muħammad, didn’t you?”
“Yes, because I sympathized with him. He told me his cut Musalmān nūnī was erect but it was a dirty lie.” Al Fātimah Al Muħammad said contemptuously.*
I looked at Al Fātimah Al Muħammad bitterly.
“No, it was not, never. Ålī Muħammad is a victim of circumstances. He isn’t and never was a terrorist.”
“Because Ålī Muħammad lets you fuck his extremely beautiful Ammīs, his extremely beautiful Kħālās, his extremely beautiful Buās, his extremely beautiful Chachīs, his extremely beautiful Mumānīs, his extremely beautiful sisters, his extremely beautiful cousins, his extremely beautiful Musalmān houseladies.” Al Fātimah Al Muħammad said sarcastically.
“It’s not any big deal now.” I smiled urbanely, “Nowadays, it’s a virtue that I fuck a Musalmān lady, not a vice. Hadn’t you invited your Ammījān yesterday to join us while we were fucking and your Ammījān just innocently walked in?”
Al Fātimah Al Muħammad laughed.
“Ammījān hadn’t come there innocently.” Al Fātimah Al Muħammad smiled cunningly, “Dr. Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad Al Åbdullah, my Ammījān is a cabinet minister now in the new NDA Government. She is as cunning as Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan and Al Safiyah Al Ghaus. Never underestimate my Ammījān. She came deliberately to get fucked by you immensely once more, after you fucked her the day before yesterday.”
“How do you know?” I smiled cunningly myself.
Al Fātimah Al Muħammad laughed openly.
“You ever naughtiest ever impish 64 years old Hindu scoundrel, you yourself wanted to fuck my Ammījān, Dr. Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad Al Åbdullah, once more. Didn’t you?”
I kept smiling cunningly as well as fucking Al Fātimah Al Muħammad wildly too.
“Well, it was only a courtesy fucking, only honoring your Ammījān’s immense Musalmān beauty, when I fucked her in that inaugural function.”
“A courtesy fucking, only honoring my Ammījān’s immense Musalmān beauty?” Al Fātimah Al Muħammad laughed, “You ever naughtiest ever impish 64 years old Hindu scoundrel, you were there to inaugurate her granddaughter’s Just Eighteen Just Adult Musalmān Choot. Yet you fucked the granddaughter less than you fucked her extremely beautiful Ammī and even more beautiful grandmother, my Ammījān, Dr. Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad Al Åbdullah.”
“Well,” I said innocently, “what could I do? Your niece, Al Islam Al Qāsim Al Muħammad, couldn’t bear my then nine inches long immensely lusting Uncut Hindu Lund into her Just Eighteen Just Adult Musalmān Choot, any longer. Your Bhābhījān, Al Tihārat Al Islam and your Ammījān, Dr. Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad Al Åbdullah, offered themselves to replace your Just Eighteen Just Adult niece, Al Islam Al Qāsim Al Muħammad. I couldn’t disgrace them by not accepting their so kind and immensely honoring me offers. Moreover, Your Just Eighteen Just Adult niece, Al Islam Al Qāsim Al Muħammad, was afraid of bleeding too.”
“Nonsense, Al Islam Al Qāsim Al Muħammad complained to me that her Ammī and her GrandAmmī didn’t let her get fucked by you optimum while it was her own Just Eighteen Just Adult Musalmān Choot’s inaugural function. You were specifically invited there to fuck her, not her Ammī and her GrandAmmī. You ever naughtiest ever impish 64 years old Hindu scoundrel. You still love to have mature Musalmān Cunts more, swallowing your Uncut Hindu Lund, than Just Eighteen Just Adult Musalmān Cunts, despite Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan’s and her Ashvinātam Ummat-e-Muslimah Brigade’s ever constant efforts.”
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What a pleasant change!
Throughout the entire period when I fingered Al Åāyeshah Al Siddīqah Al Muħammad it was my constant craving that I replace my finger with my Uncut Hindu Lund itself.
Yet, simultaneously my prudence was warning me that it might not be a good and intelligent move.
Al Åāyeshah Al Siddīqah Al Muħammad never exhibited any erotic, not even any romantic inclination to me, while Al Muħammad was alive.
She even knew that most of her friends, sisters, cousins etcetera were already fucking me, even themselves, shamelessly even.
Yet, she determinedly kept her relationship with me strictly platonic.
Yes, she has allowed me to finger her.
But it might be her limit now she was prepared for.
Not for my Uncut Hindu Lund as well, even if at present.
I should give her proper time at least.
I had returned to my bedroom, quietly closed the door and crept into bed in as usual naked.
Whilst still wondering what Al Åāyeshah Al Siddīqah Al Muħammad was up to and what the hell was going in Al Kulsūm Al Ůsmān’s head, I slipped into sleep.
As if in a dream, I became aware of a very soft movement near my thigh.
Still very sleepy and only semi-conscious, I thought it was My friend’s wife, Al Fātimah Al Muħammad, deciding to go down me, which was very rare, but enjoyable.
She had, after all, first ensconced me with her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth on my Uncut Hindu Cock.
My very sleepy mind jigged me into realizing that it wasn’t and couldn’t possibly be My friend’s wife, Al Fātimah Al Muħammad.
The movement beneath the sheet, for that was all that was covering me, must have been and was, in fact, Al Åāyeshah Al Siddīqah Al Muħammad.
I didn’t react for some reason but remained still, half turned toward the bedside.
In the dark I could just get a glint that Al Åāyeshah Al Siddīqah Al Muħammad’s head was under the sheet, she was wearing her nightie, kneeling on the floor.
I could feel her soft fingers seeking out my Uncut Hindu Cock under the sheet, followed by a wetness that must have been her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān tongue.
Her fingers were deftly stroking my stem, just below my circumcised head. Her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān tongue, then her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth enveloped my most sensitive part around the pronounced head that separated us from this world.
Now very much awake, I had to decide what to do.
Would I, as normal, place my hand round the back of her head to acknowledge and show my approval and appreciation of what she was doing, as would have happened with My friend’s wife, Al Fātimah Al Muħammad, or Al Rashīdah Al Zahīr?
Or would I remain passive and ostensibly asleep.
By doing the former, it would be to show Al Åāyeshah Al Siddīqah Al Muħammad that blowing me was one of the most intimate and beautiful things she could do for me.
By the latter, she would not know quite how I felt.
Moreover, by not conveying recognition, it would also give her more leeway as to whether we openly acknowledged this level of intimacy or not.
I decided on the latter path.
After all, I wasn’t certain of her reactions.
Let me experience her erotic actions to me more before revealing to her that I love them.
It was a better course to keep my self-respect as well, in case she reversed her position suddenly.
Her fingers and mouth were now having their effect.
Even though she had caught me in orgiastic bliss on the phone with Al Rashīdah Al Zahīr, just a few hours ago, her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth and small fingers were having their way with me.
My swelling resulted in more rapid finger strokes on her part as well as her spending more time concentrating her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān tongue on the underside of my Prick head.
I still managed to remain still, sensing no hesitation on her part.
I was even able to resist thrusting my buttocks, my normal response to a passive blow-job.
It was a novel, yet arousing experience, just letting her do all the work.
As my Uncut Hindu Cock rose to its full length, she took both hands to my stem, ensuring I didn’t slide too far in her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth.
She was now in full swing, slurping her profuse Musalmān saliva all round my head and beginning to suck harder at the same time.
One of her hands sought my balls and clasped them tenderly.
She affected a steady rhythm now not seeming to want to rush me, which was fine by me.
Having cum recently, I could stay now even longer than usual in this state.
Why was she doing this to me and for me?
In gratitude for my masturbating her following her tears and upset earlier?
Was she seeking any port, following Al Muħammad’s demise and Al Kulsūm Al Ůsmān’s fury?
Did she actually fantasize me sexually?
That was obvious.
Most of the Musalmān houseladies did it.
I was the dream fucker Hindu of almost entire Musalmān houseladies now.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan and her Seven Movements had infamed me now in this matter tremendously.
She wouldn’t have come near me like this if she didn’t want sex and probably found me attractive and safe.
Whatever, this was sheer bliss.
I didn’t feel at all guilty, let her suck me off.
This was a wonderful ending to the funeral of her husband, and I would soak it for all it was worth.
But I now sensed urgency on her part.
Her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth was tightening round my head and her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān tongue gripped and slid up and down my underside at its most sensitive.
To maintain my passivity was going to be an almighty strain.
She was going to accomplish her ends.
What was I to do with my spunk?
She had taken the choice from me and she was going to have it in her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth unless she spat me out.
I had no idea what she did with Al Muħammad or even if they did suck each other.
But she was sucking me now and that was all that mattered.
A deep suck on her part had its effect.
I blew, or rather, let it seep out with one huge internal relief.
Usually, I am known for the loudness of my cums, but now that was repressed.
Still just beautiful in its suppressed energy and urgency on her part.
She had come to get it and she now had got it in her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth.
As soon as I came she removed her head from the sheet.
I kept my eyes closed but sneakily saw her walking silently away and closing my door behind her.
Turning over, I drifted once again to sleep.
Waking late on Sunday morning, I felt damp below, I needed a morning pee.
Then the realization hit me.
I had given her a slow masturbatory orgasm last night and she had come to me in the night and fellated me.
Eīshān, my God, how were we to handle that, particularly as my masturbation of her was barely recognized and she had come to me and to all intents and purposes I could have had a wet dream but with no spunk!
That amused me.
But we still had a problem on our hands.
Washing and dressing informally in my track suit, I went downstairs about ten-thirty to find her fully dressed in the kitchen in rather dowdy clothes which hid her sexuality.
Sweater and pants and slippers.
No apparent stockings and no glimpse of her sexy Musalmān breasts.
Her physical appearance was matched by her mental stance, I very soon found.
She passed the time of day, what she was doing the rest of the day, when supper would be ready and other necessary but avoiding tactics.
She didn’t give one glimmer of last night’s sexual interludes.
She didn’t even refer to Al Kulsūm Al Ůsmān.
I decided, at least for this morning, to go along with her avoidance, at least until suppertime.
I didn’t know what I would do then, except to let it take its course.
Al Åāyeshah Al Siddīqah Al Muħammad went out about twelve.
I decided to remain indoors for the day.
That’s what I thought at the time anyway.
Soon after Al Åāyeshah Al Siddīqah Al Muħammad departed the phone rang.
At first I thought to ignore it but it could have been Al Åāyeshah Al Siddīqah Al Muħammad.
In fact, it was Al Kulsūm Al Ůsmān.
“Is that Durgesh?”
“Hello, Al Kulsūm Al Ůsmān, yes, it’s Durgesh.”
“I see you are on your own, Durgesh. Can I come and see you or would you like to come here?”
“Perhaps, I should come to you Al Kulsūm Al Ůsmān, don’t you think?”
“Yes, Durgesh, that’s probably wise.”
“When would you like me to come round Al Kulsūm Al Ůsmān?”
“How about now, Durgesh?”
“I’ll be there in five minutes, Al Kulsūm Al Ůsmān.”
“Thanks so much. Bye for now.”
Still in my track suit and trainers but not bothering with underwear, I knocked on her door.
She opened it partially and standing mostly behind it, she invited me in.
She was still in her night gear.
But looked as if she had made some effort for my appearance, having presumably put some lipstick on and brushed her hair.
She was wearing a silk dressing gown that came to her knees with a tight cord round her waist, making her ever erect huge beautiful Musalmān breasts look rather fulsome.
She wasn’t wearing a bra for they did swing rather low in contrast to how I had previously seen her.
I could just discern the outline of her nipples against the tightness of her gown because of that belt.
Nice for a Sunday morning.
At least for me.
Best of all when she walked into the living room I noticed stockings.
In addition, she was wearing high heeled canvass shoes with ties round her raised ankles that added tautness to her calves.
She had gone to some preparation for this meeting.
But I also noticed she had been crying a lot as her face was flushed and her eyelids heavy.
“You rang me, Al Kulsūm Al Ůsmān. Are you ok?”
“Not really, Durgesh. I think I’ve been hard on Al Åāyeshah Al Siddīqah Al Muħammad.”
“Yes, I have. She must be furious with me, Durgesh.”
“Why might that be, Al Kulsūm Al Ůsmān?” I was determined not to be a conduit for them or convey Al Åāyeshah Al Siddīqah Al Muħammad’s hurt.
“I was jealous, Durgesh, of you, in fact.”
“What would make you jealous of me, I’m only Al Åāyeshah Al Siddīqah Al Muħammad’s husband’s friend.”
“When I came in the kitchen that day I thought you were touching her up.” I didn’t tell Al Kulsūm Al Ůsmān that I did have a swollen Uncut Hindu Cock but that would have been an honest account.
“Only later, Durgesh, did I realize she is just fond of you and that you had been estranged before Al Muħammad died.”
I decided to get closer.
“Are you and Al Åāyeshah Al Siddīqah Al Muħammad an item Al Kulsūm Al Ůsmān?”
“Not really. Not yet anyway. But I would like to. Does that shock you, Durgesh?”
“Why should it, Al Kulsūm Al Ůsmān? You’re both attractive Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān women. The idea of it is rather lovely, I’d say.”
She smiled at that and crossed her legs, showing off her lovely legs and the hose and canvass heels.
“Well, Al Kulsūm Al Ůsmān, if it were not complicated round Al Åāyeshah Al Siddīqah Al Muħammad, I’d fancy my chances myself.”
She folded her arms under her ever erect huge beautiful Musalmān breasts and almost involuntarily squeezed them, pressing those nipples hard against her silk gown.
“What does ‘not yet’ mean then?”
“A long story. You want me to tell all?” she saw more than acquiescence on my part.
“While Al Muħammad was in hospital, Al Åāyeshah Al Siddīqah Al Muħammad would get home rather late in the evening. We had been friends ever since I moved in a year ago after my divorce. One evening when she returned I heard her getting her keys out and opened my front door, to offer her a drink and a chat. She hesitated but then agreed. We soon got a little tidily sitting on this couch. After about an hour we got round to talking about our emotional and sexual lives, or rather the lack of them. It was then I shocked her by mentioning my little friend, I called my little beaver. Yes I can see you know what I mean, Durgesh. Well, she then kept asking me loads of questions, how often did I use it, where, how, when I was in what mood and when did I get it. So I suggested she have a look at it. As it happened it was in the folds of the couch, and she was nearest. So I told her to reach for it. She reached down and pulled it out. Would you like to see my little friend, Durgesh?”
“Love to Al Kulsūm Al Ůsmān.” With that she reached for it and stroked it warmly in her hands.
“Well Durgesh, I let her play with it but then said it comes alive. She looked uncertainly at me and it. I must admit I was amazed at her naivety, but there we are. Anyway I suggested she turn the base like this and whoopee it comes alive.” But she then switched it off, presumably not wanting to embarrass me, muttering about saving batteries.
“Al Åāyeshah Al Siddīqah Al Muħammad and I drifted away from the vibrator theme and she put it down on the coffee table. She then went into a long story about how deprived she had allowed herself to be in recent years with her hubby lacking interest in all matters sexual including her. I asked her if she looked after herself. She looked embarrassed and replied that she felt guilty doing it but occasionally did when she found herself on her own. So I then went into how she should look after herself with or without a vibrator. She then went quiet on me.”
“Al Åāyeshah Al Siddīqah Al Muħammad you need something. Let me come and give you a cuddle. Before she could react I was beside her and just held her. She didn’t resist even though she wasn’t aware of my intentions. Durgesh, I had already made up my mind I wanted her. I know you must be aware of that. I just held her body next to me and her head in my hands. She collapsed in a shed load of tears, grief and eventually relief that she had someone to share. She then told me that she had been told Al Muħammad didn’t have long to live. This was the real story that night. Even though I was gasping for her and soaking wet, I just couldn’t breach her boundaries. So I consoled her. Eventually she said she had better say goodnight. We kissed lightly on our cheeks. I followed with a peck on her lips. As she had put her coat on, I pressed my little friend into her hand, saying, “don’t say no, Al Åāyeshah Al Siddīqah Al Muħammad, just take it and borrow it for the night or as long as you want.” She went all shy on me and disappeared.
“Quite a story, Al Kulsūm Al Ůsmān.” I crossed my legs to disguise the swelling that happened in my trainers with no pants to restrain it.
She noticed but said nothing.
Without my encouraging her she continued with her story.
“Well, Durgesh, the day being Sunday she was round in the late morning inviting herself for coffee. We went round the houses then she fished out of bag the vibrator, thanking me profusely for the loan of it. So I probed her as to how she found it. She just glowed. I hadn’t seen her so happy in months. So I asked where she had used it. Naughty question but eventually she answered in a roundabout sort of way, but I then realized she had used it on her extremely beautiful excellent exquisite Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Clit. So I asked how many times she had cum. blushing again, four times. I smiled and got up to hug her. She was much warmer and relaxed with me this time. I shared with her how comforting it could be when alone, but that there was nothing like someone else’s hand or mouth when it came down to it. She stiffened in my arms when I mentioned a mouth but didn’t shy away from me. She then asked me if my husband had done those things to me. I replied no and then asked her if hers had. He hadn’t either. I left it there for her to mull on.”
“You’re a naughty one, Al Kulsūm Al Ůsmān, aren’t you.”
“And what about you, Durgesh? You didn’t look very platonic that day I came into the kitchen and caught you with her in your Hindu arms.
“That’s for you to decide, Al Kulsūm Al Ůsmān.”
“That means ‘yes’. You do fancy Al Åāyeshah Al Siddīqah Al Muħammad, Durgesh.” She came out with that statement as if she had prepared it well before.
I didn’t reply.
“Your silence tells me all.”
I decided to turn it on her.
“So that makes both of us, Al Kulsūm Al Ůsmān.”
Her turn to smile.
“Would you like the rest of the story, Durgesh?”
“Well, the evening of the funeral, I was with Al Åāyeshah Al Siddīqah Al Muħammad after that incident in the kitchen. She was in grief and had come out of it and was very warm in her cuddling of me. I thought she was getting off on it and decided to kiss her properly and full on. She remained impassive. I held back my fury given what I had been to her. I went home so angry. When she just ‘popped round’ next morning I let rip and told her to fuck off. I was fed up with her lack of comprehension as to how I felt. And sent her off with my anger at its worst. I can be very angry, Durgesh, and she got it in full measure.”
“Anyway, I’ve calmed down now and you’ve helped me, Durgesh, particularly now I know we both want her. We should work out a way of sharing her. What do you think?”
“You’re a sexy bi-sexual woman Al Kulsūm Al Ůsmān. Yet, I like it. We may have more in common than we realized.” I winked at her.
“Well, we certainly have Al Åāyeshah Al Siddīqah Al Muħammad in common. How can you help me Durgesh and how the hell can I help you?”
“Al Kulsūm Al Ůsmān, I will say we had a conversation today to help soothe things. But Al Kulsūm Al Ůsmān, I am more interested in what’s going on between us now.”
“So, what might that be, Durgesh?”
“I’ve noticed how nicely you’ve done yourself out today, Al Kulsūm Al Ůsmān. Quite the sexy little kitten in that outfit. The only thing I couldn’t work out is whether there tights or stockings?”
She smiled triumphantly.
And opened her legs and thighs for me to dwell on her hose up to her extremely beautiful excellent exquisite Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot and beyond.
I could see the dark outline of her extremely beautiful excellent exquisite Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot hair.
Eīshān, what a surprise that she was so unabashed and brazen with me.
I unfolded my legs and let my covered Hindu erection have free reign.
“Al Kulsūm Al Ůsmān, some rules. We must first decide how private this is between us, given we both want her. Right?”
“Right, Durgesh. Let’s this be a secret between us.”
“What do you want now, Durgesh?”
I responded by unraveling my legs and letting her have a clear view of my Hindu erection, albeit, covered by my track suit.
She looked unabashed at it and commented,
“Durgesh, I don’t want you to think I’ve led a sheltered life. I am a really sexy woman who hasn’t relied on her fucking wet husband for her sexual life. I haven’t even got into my other life, apart from wanting Al Åāyeshah Al Siddīqah Al Muħammad’s extremely beautiful excellent exquisite Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot in my mouth and her hands all over me. She’s the first woman I’ve ever fell for. That’s why I was so angry with her when she rejected my desire to make love to her. But at my age I want all I can get. You’ve come into my life as well. I could cope if you can with us playing while we make demands on your Al Åāyeshah Al Siddīqah Al Muħammad.”
With that she opened her hosed Musalmān thighs wider and started to use her fingers to stroke her Panjvaqtah Namāzī extremely beautiful Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot hairs.
But while she watched my Uncut Hindu Lund stiffening even more as I stared at her flicking fingers, she got impatient and with both hands, tore at the seam over her extremely beautiful excellent exquisite Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot until she succeeded in accessing her wetness, even though she had ruined the tights.
Her fingers wove rapidly into her inner Musalmān folds and she opened her lips for my inspection.
I pushed my track suit trousers below my hips and stood over wanking at her body, taking a liberty and running my free hand over her ample Musalmān breasts still covered by her gown.
I was beginning to relish this unexpected foray with Al Åāyeshah Al Siddīqah Al Muħammad’s friend who was furiously rubbing her now accessible extremely beautiful excellent exquisite Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Clit in response to my move to stand over her.
“Where do want to cum, Durgesh? Over my face, tits, in my mouth or what?”
The doorbell at that moment made its noisy presence felt.
Both Al Kulsūm Al Ůsmān and I just getting into a mood of delicious filthy mutual wanking and loving it.
“Durgesh, I have a sneaking suspicion that might be Al Åāyeshah Al Siddīqah Al Muħammad. Go upstairs and hide. Whatever happens I’ll keep her here with me. Quick now or she may disappear again.”
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What a pleasant change!
After the funeral we were all invited back for the wake, the reception and get together being at the family home.
I had decided it wasn’t something the rest of my family should endure, my friend’s wife, Al Fātimah Al Muħammad, not being really one of Al Åāyeshah Al Siddīqah Al Muħammad’s favourites, to put it mildly.
In fact they were effectively sworn enemies since my friend’s wife, Al Fātimah Al Muħammad, and my friend had informed his mother and father of their marriage, after the event.
They had assumed it was because Al Fātimah Al Muħammad was pregnant.
But that wasn’t the case.
Al Fātimah Al Muħammad had been urging them to marry for about two years.
Eventually, I went along with it.
I was quite keen.
But I had always had a roving eye at possibilities with other colleagues, we worked in the same organisation, and amongst women I knew in politics as well as neighbours.
Anyway, my friend’s wife, Al Fātimah Al Muħammad, and my friend suddenly decided to get married one day by special licence.
I informed Al Åāyeshah Al Siddīqah Al Muħammad afterwards and she went apeshit.
Furious with me, but more with My friend’s wife, Al Fātimah Al Muħammad,, she told us not to expect a wedding gift.
My friend’s wife, Al Fātimah Al Muħammad, and my friend hadn’t and didn’t get one.
Nor did my friend’s wife, Al Fātimah Al Muħammad, and my friend see much of them after the wedding day either.
A few years passed.
I yielded to my roving eye, but secretly, within the marriage, my friend’s wife, Al Fātimah Al Muħammad, and my friend had a child Layla and I saw little of Al Åāyeshah Al Siddīqah Al Muħammad.
My friend’s father’s death was a surprise.
He and Al Åāyeshah Al Siddīqah Al Muħammad had been very close.
I had remembered their affection for each other as well as her affection for me.
It was mutual.
So now in the kitchen, she and I were ensuring that Al Åāyeshah Al Siddīqah Al Muħammad’s guests were fully stuffed and filled with alcohol in the living room.
Well, I hated alcohol.
So did my friend, Ålī Muħammad.
But my friend’s wife, Al Fātimah Al Muħammad, and my friend, Ålī Muħammad, hated alcohol even more than me.
They refused to help Al Åāyeshah Al Siddīqah Al Muħammad even in this matter.
I replaced Ålī Muħammad.
The guests were mostly older than Al Åāyeshah Al Siddīqah Al Muħammad and came from his side of the family.
There were a few of Al Åāyeshah Al Siddīqah Al Muħammad’s friends there and with their husbands.
Her neighbour Al Kulsūm Al Ůsmān was the centre of some attention, being the only other single woman at the wake.
Everyone was dressed appropriately for a funeral these days.
Al Åāyeshah Al Siddīqah Al Muħammad did wear black, though it was a fairly tight fitting dress up to her neck with sleeves to her wrists and the hemline to her knees but not below.
For fifty-one she still looked good.
She was not a thin one but with full buttocks and a very reasonable bosom, held up I was sure, with a very firm bra.
She wore low heels and hose.
Her excellent exquisite gorgeous Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān buttocks may well have had some support too as her tummy was well tucked in.
I broke protocol by not wearing a tie but an open black shirt with a white t shirt underneath.
My friend’s wife, Al Fātimah Al Muħammad, and my friend had both been busy serving and now were alone in the kitchen having a stiff whisky each, more for reward for our efforts than anything else.
Despite their all the show that they hated alcohol, ultimately both of them had surrendered to whisky.
Suddenly Al Åāyeshah Al Siddīqah Al Muħammad put her glass on the table moved to me and held me very close.
“Durgesh, I know we’ve been so distant these years and it’s mainly my fault, but I can’t bear it any longer and need to see more of you now.” I had been leaning against the edge of the sink and she leaned completely into me crushing me hard.
She was about nine inches shorter than me.
She sobbed into my shirt giving in to her grief after being so stalwart at the funeral.
I just held her close whilst she gave vent to her sadness.
I could feel much of her soft yet yielding Musalmān body as she held me really tight.
It was a very emotional moment for us both.
Al Kulsūm Al Ůsmān’s voice broke the connection as she entered the kitchen with empty glasses.
Struck by our posture, she apologised and instantly retreated with a clear blush on her cheeks.
Al Åāyeshah Al Siddīqah Al Muħammad quickly disentangled herself from me but didn’t appear embarrassed by Al Kulsūm Al Ůsmān’s unexpected entry.
She reminded me of her request and I reassured her that I would see more of her and would be staying a few days anyway.
Later mixing with Al Åāyeshah Al Siddīqah Al Muħammad’s guests, Al Kulsūm Al Ůsmān made her way to me.
I hadn’t known her that well before today and took her in visually as she descended upon me.
She was a bit older than Al Åāyeshah Al Siddīqah Al Muħammad, mid-fifties perhaps but hadn’t lost her femininity.
A dark fullish blouse and tight skirt held her shapely Musalmān body nicely proportioned with what appeared to be, and were, seamed stockings that were quite unusual these days.
She clocked my visual of her and did the same, I thought, to me.
“It’s good, at last, to meet you, Durgesh. Oh, I’m sorry that was a bit bitchy wasn’t it?”
“I didn’t take it that way Al Kulsūm Al Ůsmān. Don’t worry about it. I’m glad you’re so close to each other.”
“How did you know, Durgesh?” Again she put her foot in it but soon realised I meant about being neighbours.
“Let’s start again, Durgesh, shall we?”
I moved to more neutral ground as she gradually let go her blushing.
Eventually she relaxed and my friend’s wife, Al Fātimah Al Muħammad, and my friend sat together on one of Al Åāyeshah Al Siddīqah Al Muħammad’s couch for an hour filling each other in on their lives.
Married, divorced, departed, adult children, she now lived alone happily and, she let me know, liberated by those life changes.
At last guests departed leaving just us three.
Al Åāyeshah Al Siddīqah Al Muħammad sat opposite on the other couch and kicked off her shoes, tucking her legs under her dress, but not without my noticing that she too was wearing stockings having revealed her soft white thighs as her stockings ended just above her knees.
Still, I clocked it but didn’t think about it.
She and Al Kulsūm Al Ůsmān filled each other in on the other guests she hadn’t met and I just listened enamoured of their easy warmth with each other.
Eventually I made my excuses and departed upstairs, slightly the worse for wear from the day’s turmoil and the later drinking. Showering and then collapsing in my old room, I had noticed how little had changed in the room since my departure years ago.
I lay on my bed reminiscing about the day, with just my light dressing gown on and open.
At that moment a part of me just started to grow all on its own.
Then I nursed it so it stood stiff and high as I reflected on the events that appeared to have caused it to stiffen.
Al Åāyeshah Al Siddīqah Al Muħammad and her crushing embrace, Al Kulsūm Al Ůsmān’s embarrassment both then and later, the sheer lushness they both exuded, Al Kulsūm Al Ůsmān’s seams, Al Åāyeshah Al Siddīqah Al Muħammad’s white thighs and stockings, her fullness and firmness in my arms.
I began to foster my feelings by attending to my stiff by gently stroking the head of my Uncut Hindu Cock.
Was Al Åāyeshah Al Siddīqah Al Muħammad trying to say anything else apart from her need to be closer to me?
Was she sexually aroused?
Was she having an affair with Al Kulsūm Al Ůsmān?
Did I fancy Al Åāyeshah Al Siddīqah Al Muħammad? Al Kulsūm Al Ůsmān?
Getting up, I crept to the door and opened it quietly ajar.
Al Åāyeshah Al Siddīqah Al Muħammad and Al Kulsūm Al Ůsmān were now on the same couch talking softly with Al Åāyeshah Al Siddīqah Al Muħammad’s head on Al Kulsūm Al Ůsmān’s shoulder and her arm around Al Kulsūm Al Ůsmān’s waist.
Nothing suspicious in that.
I retreated and closed my door.
Back in bed, my Uncut Hindu Cock diminished of its own accord and I fell asleep.
I was coming home one night a bit passed it for the booze.
I slipped in the back door as quietly as possible not to waken anyone.
A small light came from the living room.
Cautiously, I moved to towards the light.
Al Åāyeshah Al Siddīqah Al Muħammad.
With her colleague from work whom she had brought home before.
Where was Al Muħammad, her husband?
She was lying back on a chair.
Her friend Al Kulsūm Al Ůsmān was kneeling on the floor between Al Åāyeshah Al Siddīqah Al Muħammad’s thighs.
Her eyes were closed.
Al Kulsūm Al Ůsmān was deep into her cunt sucking for all she could obtain.
Al Åāyeshah Al Siddīqah Al Muħammad was in heaven.
I sophisticatedly retreated to avoid disaster.
I wake in a sweat.
It wasn’t a dream.
It was a reminder of an actual event which I had blocked in my relative innocence.
It came to me in an instant.
Al Kulsūm Al Ůsmān may well be Al Åāyeshah Al Siddīqah Al Muħammad’s lover.
Was she fully lesbian or bisexual?
I decided to tread warily round Al Åāyeshah Al Siddīqah Al Muħammad.
Going downstairs in my dressing gown to the kitchen I was met by Al Åāyeshah Al Siddīqah Al Muħammad at the sink washing some of yesterday’s glasses, too delicate for the dishwasher.
She was wearing a beige nightie that came down to her knees.
“Hi Durgesh just clearing after yesterday — such a mess. Sorry if I disturbed you.”
“No, Al Åāyeshah Al Siddīqah Al Muħammad, not at all. I just woke with a hangover that’s all.”
She got me a fizzy to settle my head.
When I’d drunk it and put the tumbler down, she again came to hug me like yesterday, though dressed very differently.
She pressed herself against me.
“Durgesh, it’s so wonderful to have you home. Can you really stay awhile?”
Her free Musalmān breasts were tight against my Hindu chest and her excellent exquisite gorgeous Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān buttocks hard into me.
I started to swell under the gown.
She may have noticed for she gradually withdrew so as not to embarrass her or me.
“Love, I’m sorry, I feel so needy, never felt like this before. I want you here to hold me whenever you can. Will you?”
“Of course, Al Åāyeshah Al Siddīqah Al Muħammad, whenever.”
“So, that’s a deal then. I have to go to see Al Kulsūm Al Ůsmān too, as I think I may have upset her as well.”
“Al Åāyeshah Al Siddīqah Al Muħammad, I’m sure you didn’t, she’s very fond of you.”
Nevertheless, she went next door dressed in the same nightie with just a dressing gown.
I took my breakfast back to my room to read the paper.
However, I became, again, preoccupied with thoughts of Al Åāyeshah Al Siddīqah Al Muħammad.
She had cuddled me once again, without any reservation with only her nightie on.
Stiffening once more at the thought of her extreme Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān softness and apparently unwitting sexuality revealed by her not wearing a bra and maybe no panty.
Hell, I doubted now her platonic behavior she had so successfully maintained so far, during her husband’s lifetime.
Well, she was fifty one, I was sixty four, what a pleasant change from almost always fucking new Jet Musalmān Beauties.
Moreover, most of them are Just Eighteen Just Adult.
Are they not?
They wanted to inaugurate their Just Eighteen Just Adult ardent Musalmān Cunts with my unique legendary Uncut Hindu Lund, even if it were sixty four years old.
The older the better, they argued.
The more experienced I, the better I can handle their Just Eighteen Just Adult daughter inaugurating her virgin Musalmān Cunt with my utmost experienced Uncut Hindu Lund.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan and her Ashvinātam Ummat-e-Muslimah Brigade had successfully changed most of the Musalmān parents’ sexual morals even.
Wasn’t it absolutely incredible?
Yes, but even then, it was true.
The truth was really stranger than fiction.
I had never even dreamed of it.
Nevertheless it was my routine now.
I don’t know how many Just Eighteen Just Adult Musalmān Beauties I had inaugurated now.
They were countless already.
Yes, I had fucked their extremely beautiful Ammīs, Kħālās, Buās, Chachīs, Mumānīs etcetera too to honor them as a courtesy.
Even while their Musalmān husbands were present in the functions and celebrations.
Even then it was a pleasant change for me now that Al Åāyeshah Al Siddīqah Al Muħammad was interested in me sexually.
Eīshān, how amazingly beautiful she was even at her fifty one!
If she wanted to replace me her husband in her sexual life, it was an utmost pleasant surprise for me.
Al Åāyeshah Al Siddīqah Al Muħammad was always against the Musalmān Beauties that had any Hindu lover.
If she herself was opting me, it was certainly a historic change in her ever communal morals.
Was Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan behind it too establishing her Ashvinātam Ummat-e-Muslimah?
Even if she was, let her be.*
Suddenly, I heard a door slam and Al Åāyeshah Al Siddīqah Al Muħammad returning more quietly in our front door.
The slammed door was obviously Al Kulsūm Al Ůsmān’s.
What had happened?
Downstairs I found Al Åāyeshah Al Siddīqah Al Muħammad slumped over the kitchen table weeping profusely.
Standing beside her, I placed my arm round her shoulder and gave her a hug to console her.
She turned and hugged in return with her face in the lower part of my tummy, excitingly just above my Hindu crotch.
“Hey what’s up, Al Åāyeshah Al Siddīqah Al Muħammad?”
She continued sobbing,
“Oh Durgesh, Al Kulsūm Al Ůsmān’s upset with me and threw me out.”
Eventually she calmed.
Aware of movement in my Hindu groin, I lifted her to her feet, drew her to the living room to the couch and sat her down with me beside her.
Cuddling her round her shoulders again I pressed her to convey the problem to me.
Slowly she found her tongue.
“I really can’t say.”
“No, Durgesh I can’t.”
“Was she angry with you, Al Åāyeshah Al Siddīqah Al Muħammad?”
“What made her angry then?”
“Sorry, I can’t go there, Durgesh.”
I tried another route.
“Did you try to console her?”
“I did but she just pushed me away and told me to go. She slammed the door in my face after hauling me there and told me to never see her again.”
Al Åāyeshah Al Siddīqah Al Muħammad was definitely withholding something from me.
“That must make you very upset and hurt.”
At that she lost some of the tension in her body as if it was a kind of release that hit the spot.
We held each other very close for a while in silence.
She put her free arm round my waist, her head cradled against my neck, her ever erect huge beautiful Musalmān breasts pressing against my Hindu chest, holding me as if to acknowledge her release.
Inwardly I was wondering how the row could have started alongside enjoying her physical closeness and feeling a faint stirring below.
Then I wondered?
“Did Al Kulsūm Al Ůsmān coming into the kitchen and seeing us have anything to do with it?”
Al Åāyeshah Al Siddīqah Al Muħammad unconsciously jolted in my arms but didn’t reply.
I had an intimation of what had happened at last and waited.
“You feel rejected by Al Kulsūm Al Ůsmān, Al Åāyeshah Al Siddīqah Al Muħammad.” A tighter hug followed.
“Sounds like a bit of jealousy to me.” her body recognized my comment.
“I can understand her being jealous, but she’s no reason to, has she?”
“Only that you’re my husband’s friend, as well as a friend of my son too, otherwise nothing.”
“Shall I go and see her, Al Åāyeshah Al Siddīqah Al Muħammad?”
“Let her cool a bit before we do anything, Durgesh.”
I assented to that.
We were still sitting very close when she gave a big squeeze with her enveloped body still in her dressing gown but the hem had slipped revealing her extremely beautiful immensely smooth Musalmān thighs up to her stocking tops.
I found the sight of her covered thighs and beginning of her soft white flesh exhilarating.
The effect was a sudden fullness in my Uncut Hindu Cock and its immense rise.
She didn’t see my emerging hard on ostensibly.
Her pressure against me did have the effect of pushing her ever erect huge beautiful Musalmān breasts against her open neckline of her gown, giving me a delightful exposure.
“She has to get used to your being around ̶ I’m not going to let her come between us whatever happens.”
I wasn’t entirely sure what she meant but was beginning to lose my cool at that moment.
“I’m so glad you’ve come back to me, Durgesh.” She was looking into my eyes when she moved her lips up to mine and ran her lips across mine, slowly in a way that was certainly not platonic now.
Was Al Åāyeshah Al Siddīqah Al Muħammad really replacing her late Musalmān husband with me?
And as soon as her husband’s funeral is over?
If it was so, she must have already planned it even while Al Muħammad was alive.
What the hell did it mean?
Al Åāyeshah Al Siddīqah Al Muħammad was not as communal actually as she acted ostensibly to make Al Muħammad believe?
In my long sixty four years of life, I had met so many Musalmīn who were not communal at all, nevertheless they acted to be so to make their communal community believe that they were too as communal as the rest of the community.
Was Al Åāyeshah Al Siddīqah Al Muħammad one of them?
I reciprocated as we went into a kind of trance with our lips.
Her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth opened slightly and I let my tongue slip in the gap at the same time as running my hand down her back to her excellent exquisite gorgeous Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān buttocks as I began to slide it over her excellent exquisite gorgeous Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān buttocks.
Realizing my move I stalled my kiss.
Al Åāyeshah Al Siddīqah Al Muħammad backed off my lips and returned to my Hindu chest.
She must have looked down for she noticed her cleavage but then glanced further down.
Her reaction to the pyramid of my gown was instant.
Shocked she withdrew with, “Allah! Oh God, Durgesh, what now? What have I done? What a bloody mess ̶ Allah, oh shit.
She tore herself away from me and ran upstairs to her bedroom, shutting the door behind her.
Creeping slowly upstairs I listened outside her door and could hear her crying and sobbing.
I felt callous but it was not good to do anything at that moment, I was sure.
I retreated to my bedroom.
I let my dressing gown fall open and casually stroked myself, letting my thoughts wander over the highly exciting previous hours.
I decided to phone My friend’s wife, Al Fātimah Al Muħammad, who could often get a bit sexual with me with phone sex, but she was out.
I decided to give Al Rashīdah Al Zahīr a call.
Bingo the phone rang, she was home, she lived alone and knew I was here for the funeral.
But we had a thing going for us for over a year.
She was as lewd and dirty and always seemed willing to go there even on a Sunday morning.
Very soon, I had her wanking with me over the phone about the whipping I had given her last week at her place whilst watching a particularly hard Årab video about a fifty year old Saåūdī Årab Musalmān woman getting a hard caning and anal fuck by a Hindu while tied.
She was on the floor that day with her fingers in her cunt whilst we both watched the video and I fucked her reddening Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān ass with my Uncut Hindu Lund too hardened to bear even in her Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān ass already used to it immensely.
Wild animal anal sex was Al Rashīdah Al Zahīr’s utmost weakness, she never even wanted to get rid of.
Al Rashīdah Al Zahīr was crazy to have my Uncut Hindu Lund into her ever ravenous ardent Musalmān ass.
Her ever pious Musalmān husband never provided her it.
Al Rashīdah Al Zahīr raped me one day consequently to get it from me.
Her numerous extremely beautiful Musalmān female friends had told her, they had already enjoyed immense anal sex too, with me.
I was voicing our highs from that occasion when she started to cum in a crescendo over the phone.
I hadn’t the speaker on deliberately at that moment.
I started cumming to letting her hear me at the same time when my bedroom door opened and Al Åāyeshah Al Siddīqah Al Muħammad stepped in, still in her nightie with no gown on and in her stocking feet.
In the moment before she saw me, she was absolutely calm, but then she was horrified suddenly at the sight of me shooting my day or two’s spunk all into her friend’s, Al Jamīlah Al Vasīm’s extremely beautiful Musalmān Choot.
Silently she fled back to her bedroom banging the door again.
This time I could hear her screaming and wailing even more than earlier.
When Al Rashīdah Al Zahīr came down from her high, I relayed what had happened, and was sure I heard a slight guffaw at the other end.
We parted on intimate terms and promised to meet when I returned home.
She was happy with the arrangement we had as she knew from the outset of my marriage, even though My friend’s wife, Al Fātimah Al Muħammad, didn’t.
I decided to face Al Åāyeshah Al Siddīqah Al Muħammad this time and rose, cleaned off my residue with a tissue, tied my gown and went to her door.
She had quieted down somewhat.
Slowly I opened her door.
She had the wit not to lock her door.
She lay on her double bed on the sheet with no cover, still crying quietly.
She looked askance when she saw me sit beside her but said nothing.
“I’m sorry, Al Åāyeshah Al Siddīqah Al Muħammad, you weren’t meant to witness that. But your friend, Al Jamīlah Al Vasīm, needed it very much. Her husband never makes love to her as wildly as she needs it. ”
At the same time, I lay my hand and arm across her lower back on her silk nightie.
It felt good doing that and she didn’t attempt to deter me but let it happen.
I slowly soothed her softness.
She kept her eyes closed as if ashamed of what she’d seen.
“My fault, Durgesh, for coming in without warning. It’s just my bad luck Durgesh to make things even worse than they are. Durgesh, could you close the curtains, I must still have a hangover, and it’s so bright in here.”
I closed the curtains as tight as I could and returned beside.
She had turned over on her back, still in her nightie.
The darkened room made it much more intimate and cool.
Taking my hand again she placed it on her tummy as if for comfort.
She asked me if it was My friend’s wife, Al Fātimah Al Muħammad, on the phone.
I could honestly say no.
She looked relieved.
“Can I ask who it was then, Durgesh?”
“A friend I’ve known a year or so, Al Rashīdah Al Zahīr, actually.”
“You haven’t mentioned her before, Durgesh. She must be nice. Is she? What’s she like?”
“About thirty, single and enjoys it, likes good fun and doesn’t want to get involved ̶ at least that’s what she tells me.”
“I can see she likes fun, Durgesh. Oh, I am sorry I intruded, Durgesh. I was just coming to make peace and have a cuddle that’s all.”
“You still can, Al Åāyeshah Al Siddīqah Al Muħammad.”
“This is nice but could you stroke my tummy like you were doing my back.”
“Sure Al Åāyeshah Al Siddīqah Al Muħammad.” I had forgotten I had been doing that earlier.
As I started she looked so much more relaxed and closed her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān eyes again.
She went silent on me as I moved my hand in circles round her navel.
Her tummy was slightly plump from motherhood and woman years.
I could see the outline of her ever erect huge beautiful Musalmān breasts slightly flattened by her nightie and her years as well.
Nevertheless, I felt a slight stirring down below.
What a weekend so far.
Widening my hand circle, I came into contact with her suspender belt.
A note of caution or another awakening on my part, let alone her.
She was saying nothing, but I could tell she wasn’t going to stop me so far.
About ten minutes passed.
I noticed her extremely beautiful immensely smooth Musalmān thighs and legs relaxing from their earlier tension.
Her nightie was around her suspenders and were on show.
Al Rashīdah Al Zahīr, you just took the first flush, I’m feeling horny again.
“Durgesh, that’s lovely darling, don’t stop, it’s just what I need.”
“I won’t stop, Al Åāyeshah Al Siddīqah Al Muħammad, as long as you like what I’m doing.”
She settled further down the pillow.
Her head was more aligned with her body.
In doing so, she had let the nightie ride up further, showing her white flesh above those stockings.
She must know she’s having a sexy show for me.
Continuing my circular movements, I slowly moved to a wider circle taking in her lower chest just below her lovely tits and just above her hairy Musalmān mound.
She visibly relaxed even further.
She seemed to be encouraging me to continue.
I was so glad she asked me to shut the curtains.
I had never been this intimate with her in my life and I wasn’t sure where this would end, though I could imagine it.
I started to concentrate on her lower waist just above her hairs and well below where I had started.
She started to reciprocate my movements with her own.
It was if this care had never happened before.
I decided to go for broke.
Lifting her nightie above her hairs, I ran my hand even round her Musalmān mound very slowly and softly.
She let out a great sigh but I couldn’t hear any word.
I was glad I was on her right side as, I could be more dexterous and responsive to her.
I slithered my hand in her hairs in small circles, gradually descending to her still closed Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān slit.
With her still silent, I slipped my finger into and along her extremely beautiful excellent exquisite Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot between her oh so wet labia and found myself where she wanted me to be, I was sure.
Concentrating on her wetness I ran my finger, along the crevice as I took in her extremely beautiful excellent exquisite Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot, and up to her extremely beautiful excellent exquisite Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Clit where I concentrated my attention in between short hops lower down.
But always back to her extremely beautiful excellent exquisite Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Clit, where it was obvious she wanted me to be.
She responded by widening and lifting her extremely beautiful immensely smooth Musalmān thighs now with her knees bent.
I loved the sight of those stockings and suspenders holding them up.
I decided to definitely put my own needs aside as I increased the tempo on her extremely beautiful excellent exquisite Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Clit.
I could feel her building up to her high, but then I would slide back down to take off the pressure but then return.
I was now getting on this side of cruelty in stemming her inevitable need so I decided to go for it and returned to that swollen nub more directly by running my finger along the sides rapidly.
At that moment, she let out a pent up scream.
Lifting her excellent exquisite gorgeous Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān buttocks to prevent me escaping I helped let loose her cum, an unrelenting cum that seemed like weeks of frustration suddenly let go.
She collapsed but lifted her arms to envelop me in obvious gratitude.
Where do we go from here? I wondered.
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