Al Tāhirah Al Qaisar, Mrs. Al Waħīd Al Muħammad, fucked me wildly, as if we were not even human beings, we were wild animals only.
That was what Al Tāhirah Al Qaisar, Mrs. Al Waħīd Al Muħammad, needed immensely.
I obliged her enormously.
Al Waħīd Al Muħammad could never provide her such a wild animal sex Al Tāhirah Al Qaisar needed very much.
Al Waħīd Al Muħammad compensated it with his tremendous money, but losing the money even, he was enormously helpless.*
The ambulance turned to left from the square.
An exactly same in appearance ambulance appeared there almost simultaneously that went ahead to the destination of the first ambulance.
The first ambulance stopped in a big ultramodern huge mansion.
Al Waħīd Al Muħammad came down.
“Why don’t you report it, Bhāījan?” Al Ħannah Al Muħammad asked him furiously, “She is not your wife any more. She was never your wife, moreover. She is a bloody murderess that had cleverly plotted your murder. If Durgesh himself hadn’t surmised her such a cunning, yet doubtlessly criminal scheme, if he hadn’t warned us already, she would have murdered you, legally protecting herself absolutely.”
Al Waħīd Al Muħammad smiled at his younger sister.
“Sure,” Al Ħannah Al Muħammad smiled, “Where else? His ever sexiest Uncut Hindu Cock needs your extremely beautiful younger sister’s Panjvaqtah Namāzī extremely beautiful Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt. He is waiting for me to return to him.”
Al Waħīd Al Muħammad sighed.
“Durgesh saved my life, Al Ħannah Al Muħammad. I don’t know how can I ask for his forgiveness. I always charged him that he is interested only in fucking beautiful Musalmān houseladies. He is the ever worst enemy of entire Musalmīn and Islam even. I’m so ashamed of myself now…”
“Oh, come on, Bhāījan. Durgesh is too dedicated to humanity to remember ever these immaterial trivia. He is waiting for me.”
Al Ħannah Al Muħammad grabbed her elder brother’s hand and entered the mansion.*
Still unbelieving of what had been said and happened, I was still a little abnormal by the suddenness of it all.
In a pensive tone I whispered.
“Ålī Abī Tālib, Al Fātimah Assaiyadah Al Muħammad, your ever religious, extremely beautiful, young, twenty eight years old Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān wife, is gorgeous and as much as I would love to have her as you suggest, but I need to think about it a little more.”
He smiled at me,
“That’s the sort of answer I expected from you, not taking advantage of the situation. Just thinking about what’s right. Of course, you need to think it through.”
Passing me the envelope Ålī Abī Tālib added,
“These are for you to look through to help you decide.”
I opened the package.
There were about a dozen photos of Al Fātimah Assaiyadah Al Muħammad, Ålī Abī Tālib’s ever religious, extremely beautiful, young, twenty eight years old Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān wife, naked and in some very naughty poses.
I looked Ålī Abī Tālib in the eye and he smiled at me.
I returned his smile,
“Thanks, Ålī Abī Tālib, she is beautiful.”
Ålī Abī Tālib grinned.
“Yes, Dad, she is.” He Mumbled. “Tell you what, let’s test the water tonight. See how she reacts to seeing you near naked.”
Ålī Abī Tālib was quite enthusiastic.
“Dad, why don’t you take your trousers off and pretend to be asleep on the sofa? Leave the table light on.” Ålī Abī Tālib added, “I will ask your daughter in law, Al Fātimah Assaiyadah Al Muħammad, to fetch me a glass of water, but will warn her that you were nude and fell asleep and I hope that looking at those pictures may make you stiff.”
“There is a good chance that she will see your unique legendary Uncut Hindu Lund, Dad. And if it’s stiff, so much the better. I will let you know in the morning how she reacted. That may help you in your decision making.”
With a sudden jolt in my tummy I agreed.
my pulse quickened as I removed my shoes, trousers and lied down on the sofa.
Ålī Abī Tālib wished me goodnight and thanked me for listening and for being so understanding.
He was right.
The photos did give me a hard on.
I heard the bedroom door open.
I twisted my boxers to the side as if I had shifted in my sleep, I pulled my stiff unique legendary Uncut Hindu Lund from the side so as to make it look like it had come out as I turned, I half closed my eyes so as to look asleep, she would never tell in this light that they were not fully closed.
Al Fātimah Assaiyadah Al Muħammad, Ålī Abī Tālib’s ever religious, extremely beautiful, young, twenty eight years old Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān wife, appeared in a short nightdress.
When she saw me, she stopped in her tracks and put her hand to her mouth in shock.
My ever sensitive Uncut Hindu Lund twitched as I realised that she was looking at it.
She stood very still and was unable, it seemed, to take her eyes from my throbbing Uncut Hindu Lund.
It was a very erotic moment for me, for the first time ever I just wanted to grab her and fuck her.
She rubbed her breast with her right hand and took half a step towards me as if for a better view, then she turned and hurried to the kitchen.
On the way back to bed and before going back upstairs she stopped and looked at me again and looking back once more as she climbed the stairs.
I had the feeling that judging by the way she looked at me that maybe she liked her Hindu father in law’s stiff unique legendary Uncut Hindu Lund.
I let her get settled and then walked up to my room.
I collapsed onto my double bed and spread myself, my ever sensitive Uncut Hindu Lund was throbbing and for the first time I fantasized about my Bahū Bégam, my daughter in law, as I wanked.
“Here’s your glass of water,” said Al Fātimah Assaiyadah Al Muħammad as she returned to the bedroom.
She felt flushed and a little flustered.
She had just seen her Hindu father in law’s stiff unique legendary Uncut Hindu Lund and it looked lovely nice and hard, and quite big.
She was a little disgusted at herself thinking like that about her Hindu father in law, but tried to justify her thoughts by adding that since Ålī Abī Tālib’s illness she had not seen one stiff, and that she really missed it.
Sure, Ålī Abī Tālib was loving and very considerate in other ways, but she did miss being penetrated by hot hard flesh.
‘Allah, oh, God, she thought, ‘I am thinking such nasty and slutty things recently.’
She climbed into bed next to her husband.
“Is everything ok, love?” he asked watching her face and looking for a reaction.
He noted that she was a little flushed.
“Oh. Yes, yes, fine,” she stammered.
‘Pull yourself together, woman,’ she told herself.
“Was Dad still there, did you check him to make sure he was ok,” he asked pointedly.
“Yes I looked at him. He is fine,” she answered her voice a tad shaky.
Ålī Abī Tālib smiled to himself, time to probe a little more he thought.
“What’s the matter Al Fātimah Assaiyadah Al Muħammad, you do look a little red and flustered?”
She turned towards Ålī Abī Tālib and kissed him on the cheek, took his hand and placed it between her legs,
“Please, bring me off, darling,” she whispered as she spread her thighs.
Ålī Abī Tālib started to caress her love lips and to push into her, she was absolutely soaking.
Ålī Abī Tālib found her clit and started to gently caress it.
Al Fātimah Assaiyadah Al Muħammad moaned quietly.
“My, you are very wet and turned on. What bought this about?” he asked, smiling, yet, surprised too, ostensibly.
Hd a good idea already of what had made her so horny.
She could not get the vision of Dad’s big stiff unique legendary Uncut Hindu Lund out of her mind.
It was only a fleeting glimpse in the half-light, but she had not seen a hard stiff unique legendary Uncut Hindu Lund for ages.
She hated the idea that it was her Hindu father in law’s, but she was unable to control her thought process.
As Ålī Abī Tālib thrust two fingers into her, she pushed against them.
Ålī Abī Tālib whispered into her ear.
“Tell me, lover, tell me what has made you so hot.”
She was now getting close to her orgasm, yet she tried to retain her moral stance.
She could not tell her husband what had made her so horny.
“Come on, baby, let me in on your secret, why are you suddenly so excited,” Ålī Abī Tālib whispered.
She sighed deeply as his fingers worked their magic,
“Dad” she gasped, “it’s Dad.”
“What about him?” asked Ålī Abī Tālib pushing home his advantage.
“Allah, God, this sounds awful, but it was his stiff unique legendary Uncut Hindu Lund. It was hanging out the side of his pants.”
Ålī Abī Tālib smiled broadly, this may be easier than he had thought, and if it all worked out she would soon be truly happy he thought.
“You have seen it before” Ålī Abī Tālib teased his Panjvaqtah Namāzī ever religious, yet ever sexiest ardent Musalmān tremendously stunning wife.
She looked at him through glazed eyes, they had never kept any secrets from each other, but this just seemed so bad.
“Yes, but never hard before and it was not as big then.” She whispered shyly.
Ålī Abī Tālib cheered to himself,
“Did you like it? was it nice to look at?” Ålī Abī Tālib whispered into her ear as seductively as possible.
He was now rubbing his thumb over her clit as he pushed into her,
“Ooh, yes, Allah, it was lovely,” she drawled.
“Did you want to touch it, to feel it in your hands?” he continued to tease her,
“Allah, Allah, God forgive me, but yes I did, I wanted to feel it throbbing in my hands.”
Now to really test her he thought just to see just how turned on she really was, he pushed his fingers as deep into her as he could and stirred them around, pushing and pulling his fingers into her.
“Just imagine that these fingers are Dad’s stiff unique legendary Uncut Hindu Lund and he is pushing into you, go on, baby, visualise it.”
He felt her muscles clamp on his digits.
“Allah, Oh god, so good, ” she wailed, “but he’s your ‘father’, I can’t,” she protested weakly.
He spurred her on,
“Would you like him to fuck you, Al Fātimah Assaiyadah Al Muħammad, to feel his… to feel his utmost experienced Hindu manhood sliding into your hot and wet ever religious, ever sophisticated, immensely educated, Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī, twenty eight years old,young Musalmān Choot?”
“Oh yes, Ålī Abī Tālib, if it’s possible, if Durgesh Pāpājī won’t mind fucking me,” she breathed out passionately, “it would be so good.”
Ålī Abī Tālib was excited for her,
“Then go with the fantasy, baby, just imagine that this is his stiff unique legendary Uncut Hindu Lund, feel how hard it is for you, his balls are slapping your ever smart ever perfectly round firm Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān ass, as he fucks you, your juices are flowing over his nice, hard stiff unique legendary Uncut Hindu Lund, as it thrusts into you.”
She let out a long moan,
“Yes, Ålī Abī Tālib, oh yes. That’s it. Fuck me Dad, fuck me hard it’s been so long, make me cum for you Dad, make Al Fātimah Assaiyadah Al Muħammad, Ålī Abī Tālib’s ever religious, extremely beautiful, young, twenty eight years old Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān wife, cum on your unique legendary Uncut Hindu Lund.” Al Fātimah Assaiyadah Al Muħammad panted.
She knew she was being really nasty, but she was so turned on she didn’t care it spurred her on and she started her orgasm, her inner muscles clamped onto his fingers and spasms racked her incredibly beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī young Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān body,
“I’m cumming, Dad, Durgesh, don’t stop, please. Fuck me.” She pleaded.
It had been a long time since she had cum this hard, thought Ålī Abī Tālib, he now knew that he had been right about the possibly of her accepting Dad as her lover, although only in fantasy at the moment.
However, it also proved to him that his plan was sound and that it had a fifty-fifty chance of succeeding, he hoped so.
“So you would really like Durgesh Pāpājī to fuck you then,” he asked her, to plant the seed in her mind.
“Oh yes,” Al Fātimah Assaiyadah Al Muħammad answered in her immense female Musalmān lust, “Allah, oh God, yes it would be so good, that hard ever young stiff unique legendary Uncut Hindu Lund fucking me,” she gasped between spasms.
Now Ålī Abī Tālib got a little nastier,
“And would you suck it clean afterwards if he told you too?”
Al Fātimah Assaiyadah Al Muħammad nodded at Ålī Abī Tālib unable to talk as she came down from her climax,
“Yessssssssss, oh fuck yes, I would willingly.” She admitted.
Ålī Abī Tālib was highly delighted.
Al Fātimah Assaiyadah Al Muħammad had only just glimpsed Dad’s stiff unique legendary Uncut Hindu Lund once and she was as turned on and excited by it as he had seen her for ages.
He was surprised at just how frustrated she must be.
He was so happy that Al Fātimah Assaiyadah Al Muħammad was thinking about her Hindu father in law in that way, it meant there was a chance of success.
Al Fātimah Assaiyadah Al Muħammad was desperate to see her truly happy again and judging by her thoughts and actions just now, she soon would be, providing that Dad was happy to go with the plan.
That really might be troublesome.
Durgesh was an immensely moral human being.
Every out of way sexual relationship was never initiated by him.
The extremely beautiful Musalmān houseladies always instigated them, seduced Durgesh constantly into it determinedly.
Could Al Fātimah Assaiyadah Al Muħammad do that?
Was she really that crazy to get Durgesh inside her, as those horniest beautiful Musalmān houseladies were?
Durgesh never helped them.
They always had to impose themselves to Durgesh, invariably.
Al Fātimah Assaiyadah Al Muħammad was now down from her climax and the reality of what she had said and thought was coming home to her.
How could she fantasise about her Hindu father in law in that way, it is awful and depraved, it is also incest how could she have sunk so low.
She turned her back on her husband too embarrassed to face him and started to sob, her shame and embarrassment flowing as tears down her face.
“What’s the matter, Al Fātimah Assaiyadah Al Muħammad?” Ålī Abī Tālib asked with genuine concern.
She buried her face in her hands,
“You must hate me thinking about Durgesh Pāpājī in such an awful way, what Bahū Bégam would do such a dreadful thing,” she sobbed.
Ålī Abī Tālib cuddled her close feeling her pain and spoke soothingly into her ear,
“Remember, you are a loving Bahū Bégam, who has suffered a great deal recently, of course, I don’t hate you for that, and I love you for it, instead. I can’t please you that way now any more. Dad is the head of our family. He has a moral duty to fulfill your needs if I can’t do that. You are asking for your natural rights only. What the hell wrong in it?”
He opened up a little to her about some of his concerns and thoughts,
“I love you for admitting to me that you have desires and if I am honest I would rather you think about Dad that way than some stranger who we don’t know or trust.”
Her sobs slowed.
“I know how difficult it is for you with me being unable to make love to you, and I know you must be a little frustrated. If it helps you like this then you can keep peeping at his stiff unique legendary Uncut Hindu Lund and fantasise about him just as much as you like.”
She turned and cuddled Ålī Abī Tālib close,
“You are such a loving man, Ålī Abī Tālib, and so understanding, but it just doesn’t seem right, me getting so excited by my own father in law.”
Ålī Abī Tālib smiled at her confession,
“Well, I truly do not see a problem with it at all. We are in our own home. Nobody knows but you and me. What happens in this house is nobody’s business but ours, so just go ahead and enjoy it.”
She had a feeling of genuine love and concern from her husband,
“I love you so much, but it feels now as if I have cheated on you, I feel sort of dirty.” She mumbled.
Ålī Abī Tālib hugged her tighter, now time to plant another seed he thought.
“Well, Al Fātimah Assaiyadah Al Muħammad, if you was ever going to cheat I would like it to be with Durgesh Pāpājī, with nobody else, please.”
Al Fātimah Assaiyadah Al Muħammad looked curiously at Ålī Abī Tālib.
Her eyes were open wide with surprise.
“He loves you and you love him and there is nothing dirty about family love; however it’s shown or demonstrated.” He told her.
“Allah,” she said, “So you really are not angry with me?”
Ålī Abī Tālib smiled as she relaxed,
“No! Of course not, not at all. Now that you are not as excited or turned on and are thinking clearly, be honest with me, did you really like Dad’s stiff unique legendary Uncut Hindu Lund, tell me truthfully,” Ålī Abī Tālib pleaded.
She hugged him closer,
“I feel embarrassed saying this to you, Ålī Abī Tālib, but yes, I did like it, very much, immensely, it’s really miraculous, really wonderful.”
“What was nice about it then, maybe we can use the fantasy again?” he asked as lovingly as he could, as he did not want to spook her.
Al Fātimah Assaiyadah Al Muħammad blushed as she spoke,
“It was sticking up so proud and so hard and it looked very large. It jerked a couple of times as I stood there; it was as if it was calling me over. It was lucky he was asleep and not watching me admiring it. Allah, God, the thought of Durgesh Pāpājī being awake and seeing me looking at his Uncut Hindu Lund gave me a perverse thrill,” she mumbled.
Ålī Abī Tālib felt as if half of his plan was there already, she liked what she saw, it’s now only convincing her that Dad is the right person to please her.
“Would you like to see it again then?” He gently asked her, she was silent for a while, but he did not push her.
“It wouldn’t be right, Ålī Abī Tālib, would it? I mean he is Durgesh Pāpājī, my father in law.”
“Well, he is probably passed out now. So, he would never know. Let me go and check on him.”
Al Fātimah Assaiyadah Al Muħammad nodded; her tummy was knotted with nervous energy.*
Ålī Abī Tālib came into my room and shook me gently.
I opened my eyes.
“Hi, what’s up,” I asked
“I will tell you in the morning more fully,” Ålī Abī Tālib said urgently, “but I think your daughter in law, Al Fātimah Assaiyadah Al Muħammad, wants another look at your Hindu manhood, pretend to be out cold from the booze and do and say nothing.”
I nodded the excitement, returning.
Ålī Abī Tālib was back in his own room,
“He is in his own bed and out for the count nothing will wake him, do you want to go and have a closer look at him?”
Al Fātimah Assaiyadah Al Muħammad was feeling really nervous.
Yet the temptation was infinite.
“Come on, Al Fātimah Assaiyadah Al Muħammad, tell me what you want to tell me. What it is you want to do.”
She was taken aback by Ålī Abī Tālib’s words, but she also loved a man telling her what to do and his manner excited her, if only he had been more like this over the years she thought.
She took a deep breath and quietly admitted to her husband,
“Ålī Abī Tālib, I know it’s so wrong, but I want to go and get a good look at Dad’s stiff unique legendary Uncut Hindu Lund. I want to see it properly,”
Ålī Abī Tālib took her hand and led her to my room,
“Then you shall see it, Al Fātimah Assaiyadah Al Muħammad,” Ålī Abī Tālib whispered.
I tried to give the impression of being asleep when they entered.
Ålī Abī Tālib turned on the table light and directed the beam at the bed,
“Ready?” Ålī Abī Tālib asked,
Al Fātimah Assaiyadah Al Muħammad nodded and Ålī Abī Tālib pulled back the quilt.
My stiff unique legendary Uncut Hindu Lund was bathed in light.
It was really stiff and jutting out from me, Al Fātimah Assaiyadah Al Muħammad gasped and stared at it.
“Allah! It’s hard. Is he really sixty four?” she said as she felt the juices start to seep from her fanny.
“He is probably dreaming of a nice Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān woman,” Ålī Abī Tālib answered, “Get closer he won’t wake up,” he assured her.
Al Fātimah Assaiyadah Al Muħammad took a nervous step towards her Hindu father in law; she had an overwhelming urge to touch it to feel its Hindu hardness.
She looked wide-eyed at her husband, who sensed her desire,
“Get onto your knees, and get closer to it.” He instructed her.
She knelt right next to the bed, her incredibly beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī young Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān body felt alive as she studied this gorgeous stiff unique legendary Uncut Hindu Lund.
“Do you like the look of it then, is it as good as you thought?”
Al Fātimah Assaiyadah Al Muħammad nodded her head.
“Tell me then, Al Fātimah Assaiyadah Al Muħammad,”
Al Fātimah Assaiyadah Al Muħammad was staring at the stiff unique legendary Uncut Hindu Lund as she answered,
“Allah, God, it’s so stunning, really gorgeous, so hard and strong, he will please every woman some day with that,” she whispered.
“You are right and you will be surprised at who that woman now first will be,” Ålī Abī Tālib replied, Al Fātimah Assaiyadah Al Muħammad looked curiously at him but let it pass.
“Touch it, Al Fātimah Assaiyadah Al Muħammad, be gentle mind, but just feel it,” Ålī Abī Tālib encouraged her.
I was going crazy hearing the comments my Bahū Bégam, my daughter in law, made and now she was going to feel me and touch my ever sensitive Uncut Hindu Lund, I was close to cumming and hoped I wouldn’t.
Al Fātimah Assaiyadah Al Muħammad was in a quandary.
She wanted to feel it, to experience its Hindu hardness, but she was my Daughter in Law.
It just was not right.
Ålī Abī Tālib knew what her dilemma was.
Ålī Abī Tālib knelt beside her.
“Tell you what. Why don’t you give him a treat, push two fingers into your ever religious, ever sophisticated, immensely educated, Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī, twenty eight years old,young Musalmān Choot and get them all wet with your juices,”
Al Fātimah Assaiyadah Al Muħammad did as instructed.
Ålī Abī Tālib heard her juices squishing about and knew she was once again heavily turned on.
She allowed Ålī Abī Tālib to take her hand and rub her sticky Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān fingers over my Uncut Hindu Lund until her fingers were clean.
She was amazed that he did that and at the same time, she saw my stiff unique legendary Uncut Hindu Lund jerk upwards.
“Even in his sleep he loves your taste, look how his stiff unique legendary Uncut Hindu Lund throbs for you, just stoke it, it will give you more realism in our future fantasies,” Ålī Abī Tālib urged her quietly.
This was as much to persuade me, as it was to persuade her Ålī Abī Tālib thought.
Al Fātimah Assaiyadah Al Muħammad tentatively stretched out her hand and let the tips of her delicate Musalmān fingers gently run up my Hindu shaft.
I could not help it.
I groaned at her touch, involuntarily.
“Don’t worry. Durgesh Pāpājī is still asleep,” Ålī Abī Tālib reassured her.
Without any prompting, she stretched her hand again and this time held it, wrapping her delicate Musalmān fingers around my throbbing Hindu shaft.
“Oh may Allah forgive me,” she muttered, “but this feels so nice,”
“You like the feel of it then, darling?” Ålī Abī Tālib asked excitedly.
Al Fātimah Assaiyadah Al Muħammad nodded,
“I know I may go to hell for this, but Allah help me it’s gorgeous, it feels so alive as it twitches and jerks in my hand.”
She smiled up at her husband,
” Durgesh Pāpājī won’t know? will he? I would be mortified and could never face him again if he knew I was fondling his stunning stiff unique legendary Uncut Hindu Lund.”
Ålī Abī Tālib looked on as she tightened her grip, her eyes wide with immense female Musalmān lust.
“No, he will not know. Durgesh Pāpājī will think he had an erotic dream, that’s all.”
“Allah, Oh God, I would really hate him to find out,”
Al Fātimah Assaiyadah Al Muħammad sighed as she cupped my Hindu balls with her other delicate ardent Musalmān hand and squeezed them gently.
It was all I could do to remain still.
Al Fātimah Assaiyadah Al Muħammad started to rub my stiff unique legendary Uncut Hindu Lund up and down.
She loved the feel of it so soft and yet so hard.
She had never seen a stiff unique legendary Uncut Hindu Lund as good and as big.
It was even bigger than her husband’s was, when he was fit,
“If only he wasn’t my father in law, and a Hindu,” she murmured.
Ålī Abī Tālib heard her and let a smile of satisfaction cross his face.
She saw a drop of pre-cum leaking from the eye.
Looking at Ålī Abī Tālib she bent her head and swirled her Panjvaqtah Namāzī pink Musalmān tongue around my Hindu glans sweeping up the fluid.
Al Fātimah Assaiyadah Al Muħammad gently kissed the top and then lifted her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī pink Musalmān mouth.
She looked at her husband,
“Sorry, I should not have done that,” Al Fātimah Assaiyadah Al Muħammad apologised.
Ålī Abī Tālib was in heaven.
This was going much better than he could ever have dreamed possible.
“No problems, darling. It will all add to the realism for us,” he said telling a little white lie.
As Al Fātimah Assaiyadah Al Muħammad sat there holding her Hindu father in law’s stiff unique legendary Uncut Hindu Lund, she said,
“We should better go before I get too attached to this Hindu monster.”
She pulled it one last time and much to her surprise my Hindu spunk jetted from it.
It went high into the air and landed into her immensely surprised Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth that was fully open due to the immense incredulity of the events .
Al Fātimah Assaiyadah Al Muħammad was mesmerised and shocked but by force of habit she rubbed my Uncut Hindu Lund a couple of more times, rope after rope of my sticky man juice spurted from my spewing stiff unique legendary Uncut Hindu Lund.
It caused Al Fātimah Assaiyadah Al Muħammad to have a mini orgasm and she clamped her legs together, then bringing her hand to her mouth she swallowed and licked my Hindu spunk from her fingers.
Al Fātimah Assaiyadah Al Muħammad suddenly jumped up and ran from the room,
“Allah, Oh God, what have I done!” she sobbed.
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I had enjoyed fucking all of my son, Nādirshāh Durrānī’s pretty young Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān girlfriends but I was beginning to think my son, Nādirshāh Durrānī, had given up with girls.
What I didn’t realize was that Nādirshāh Durrānī was seeing the gorgeous Al Nādirah Al Waħīd, although he was not getting any sex.
I sat in the office and contemplated calling Sāliħah Naåīmuddīn Shāh Durrānī as my Uncut Hindu Lund was stretching down my trouser leg.
I needed some action.
My secretary then called through to inform me that Al Waħīd Al Muħammad had arrived and insisted he had to have an urgent meeting with me.
I knew what this was about.
Al Waħīd Al Muħammad had invested £5 million in a company which had recently failed.
Al Waħīd Al Muħammad had invested all his savings in the company as well.
I had found out about the failure a week before it happened, because I was screwing the civil servant who was in the know.
I sold my investment for a profit whilst watching Al Waħīd Al Muħammad lose everything.
Al Waħīd Al Muħammad stormed through the door.
Al Waħīd Al Muħammad was a huge fat Pseudo Musalmīn in his thirties with a red face which looked like it was about to burst:
“I am going to have you arrested for insider dealing, I have just found out that you discovered from that civil servant what was going to happen and that is why you sold your shares. You’re finished!” he shouted.
Al Tāhirah Al Qaisar, Mrs. Al Waħīd Al Muħammad, then walked in behind her fat Musalmān husband.
She was a Musalmān red head who stood around 5 foot 10 tall and wore a short skirt showing her stocking clad long legs and a low cut top showing her oversized Musalmān tits to their maximum effect.
I smiled at her.
Al Waħīd Al Muħammad continued his shouting:
“If you don’t pay me £1 million today I will finish you.”
I sat quietly and considered my options.
I was in problem because I had clearly been benefiting myself from inside information but I could easily afford the £1 million.
Yet, that would mean this fat man had beaten me and I couldn’t accept that.
I decided to go on the offensive:
“How does a fat man like you get an extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān wife like that?” I asked calmly.
Al Tāhirah Al Qaisar, Mrs. Al Waħīd Al Muħammad, blushed but her husband was outraged and his face went a deeper shade of red.
“If you leave now, I won’t tell your wife ‘never to have sex with you again’, now get out!”
“Who do you think you are?” screamed Al Waħīd Al Muħammad.
I decided to take a huge risk.
I silently unzipped my trousers and let the top of my Uncut Hindu Cock spring above the level of the desk.
There was silence in the room as both the Al Waħīds stared in incredulity as my huge Uncut Hindu Cock head appeared above the desk.
“Al Tāhirah Al Qaisar, Mrs. Al Waħīd Al Muħammad, how big is your husband’s cut Musalmān nūnī ?” I asked.
“Um, er, I don’t know. Five or 6 inches long I guess,” she replied.
“About this big then?” said I, allowing 6 inches of my Uncut Hindu Cock to appear above the desk.
“Nowhere near that size, not that thick but that long,” she said quietly, her eyes transfixed on my ever incredible Uncut Hindu Cock.
“It won’t be this big then,” I said pressing another 3 inches above the level of the desk.
I turned to Al Waħīd Al Muħammad and said,
“You dare to threaten me. I will take everything you value.”
As I said it, another three inches of my thick Uncut Hindu Cock appeared above the desk and Al Tāhirah Al Qaisar, Mrs. Al Waħīd Al Muħammad, mouthed:
“Allaaaaaaaaaaaaah! Oh my God, it’s huge.”
“That’s right, Al Tāhirah Al Qaisar, Mrs. Al Waħīd Al Muħammad.” I smiled.
She smiled too at me.
“Well, Al Tāhirah Al Qaisar, Mrs. Al Waħīd Al Muħammad, suck on this in front on your ever incompetent Musalmān husband, please,” I said allowing the full to come into view.
“Don’t you dare Al Tāhirah Al Qaisar, Mrs. Al Waħīd Al Muħammad, and you are a freak and a pervert,” said Al Waħīd Al Muħammad sinking into the nearest chair and looking terrible.
Al Tāhirah Al Qaisar, Mrs. Al Waħīd Al Muħammad, hesitated.
I started wanking my Uncut Hindu Lund in my hand, staring at her Musalmān tits:
“He is right of course, but please Al Tāhirah Al Qaisar, Mrs. Al Waħīd Al Muħammad, it is him or Durgesh. You can’t have both. Just look at the fat shit.”
She moved forward quickly, grabbed my Uncut Hindu Lund with both hands and started licking it.
I smiled and steered my Uncut Hindu Cock into her intensely beautiful ardent Musalmān mouth.
I grabbed the back of her head and thrust my huge Hindu weapon down her Musalmān throat.
I looked across at Al Waħīd Al Muħammad who seemed to be having trouble breathing.
I fucked her head remorselessly and groped her huge firm Musalmān tits.
I looked at Al Waħīd Al Muħammad and said:
“You made a mistake today. I win your extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān wife, fat Musalmān boy.”
With that, I pulled my Uncut Hindu Cock out of her intensely beautiful ardent Musalmān mouth and grabbing her huge Musalmān tits I slid it through her deep Musalmān cleavage.
My Uncut Hindu Cock flared and grew even thicker.
I felt my balls tighten and I blasted my Hindu cum into her extremely beautiful Musalmān mouth.
Shots of my Hindu cum flew into her Musalmān mouth and onto the floor yards away but after 20 seconds her mouth was filled with my Hindu cum.
I fucked her Musalmān tits and as I grabbed my Uncut Hindu Cock I slowed the flow of cum.
It came out as a thick steady river of viscous cum rather the initial blasts.
My Uncut Hindu Cock was sliding slickly through a couple of inches in the Al Tāhirah Al Qaisar, Mrs. Al Waħīd Al Muħammad’s huge Musalmān tits.
“Al Waħīd Al Muħammad, I am going to fuck your wife now,” said I.
“No please, I have a pain in my side, help,” he responded clutching his heart.
“I will leave it up to your wife. Al Tāhirah Al Qaisar, Mrs. Al Waħīd Al Muħammad, do you want me to fuck you or do you want to help your fat ever incompetent Musalmān husband.”
“Oh Durgesh, fuck me with it, it’s fantastic. I need it. I married Al Waħīd Al Muħammad for his money, but he has lost even it, all.”
“You Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān bitch!” Al Waħīd Al Muħammad said quietly as he slumped forward.
My hands reached above her stockings to her firm creamy Musalmān thighs and firm Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān ass.
My Uncut Hindu Cock which still had plenty of cum to offer pressed past her thong and she grunted as I hit my mark.
Within seconds, my 12 inches were ploughing into her and my Uncut Hindu Cock continued to cum.
A minute later we looked across and saw the fat Musalmān man, Al Waħīd Al Muħammad, slumped on the floor.
“You are a bad man, Durgesh. Please fuck me again and then we better call an ambulance. I think he is dead already. So there is no way I am ever missing out on another fuck from your Hindu monster. I have it all planned out already, sorry. You haven’t done anything you think you did. I used you for my own benefits. Allah, don’t think we extremely beautiful Musalmān houseladies can’t use you. We invariably do. I get the insurance money and your Uncut Hindu Cock – I knew it was a good decision to get these Musalmān tits done and to marry a rich fat idiot Musalmān with a serious heart condition.”
She laughed and lowered herself back onto my Uncut Hindu Cock.*
Despite my immense surprise, I looked at Ålī Abī Tālib gravely and sophisticatedly.
It was not easy for me, yet I had to do it.
I was the Sun of the family after all:
Satyénottabhitā bhūmih sūryéñottabhitā dyauh,
R’ténādityāstishŧhanti divi somo adhi shritah.
I had to burn myself infinitely to protect my family.
Ħuzūr sallallāhu ålayhi wa sallam himself had to do it.
He had to marry his so called Bahū Bégam, Ħazrat Zaynab Bint Jaħsh, who was married earlier to his adopted son, Zayd Ibn Ħārisah.
I had to follow Ħuzūr sallallāhu ålayhi wa sallam in this matter too, once again.
There wasn’t another option.
Ålī Abī Tālib was sitting impassively in his chair, watching me.
I was grave; perhaps with a touch of impasse, but certainly in surprise and shock.
Did my Live in relationship partner, Fātimah Bint Asad’s son, Ålī Abī Tālib, just ask me to take Al Fātimah Assaiyadah Al Muħammad, Ålī Abī Tālib’s ever religious, extremely beautiful, young, twenty eight years old Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān wife, as my lover, I asked myself.
I paced around the room trying to get my head around this weird conversation it was incredulous more like a dream than reality.
“I could not do that Ålī Abī Tālib, you know I can’t. she is my Bahū Bégam, my daughter in law, for Eīshān, it’s immoral as well. It would be incest.” I stressed. “Anyhow Al Fātimah Assaiyadah Al Muħammad, your ever religious, extremely beautiful, young, twenty eight years old Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān wife, might baulk at the idea of her Hindu father in law fucking her.” I ranted on not knowing what to say.
She was a gorgeous Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān woman, no doubt about that, I thought, but I had never entertained thoughts like that before.
“Sit down, Dad,” Ålī Abī Tālib requested me gravely himself.
I sat back down and looked at him.
“Before you judge me hear me out. I know that you love her already and that she trusts and loves you as well; it’s just because of your love of the family.” Ålī Abī Tālib said.
I was listening to him silently.
My silent response to Ålī Abī Tālib was still hostile.
He continued pleading with me,
“I know that you would certainly be discreet and I know your daughter in law, Al Fātimah Assaiyadah Al Muħammad, will love it once she has considered it and weighed all the options, being cared for and loved by a man who she knows already loves her. She would see the romance in her ever handsome ever young ever energetic ever athletic ever sexiest Hindu father in law coming to her in her time of crisis.”
I still watched Ålī Abī Tālib gravely without any response whatsoever.
Ålī Abī Tālib was too silent for a second now, then he said quietly.
“Especially once you have made her yours and taken control of her and her incredibly beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī young Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān body.”
I was amazed and could not believe we were having this conversation.
Ålī Abī Tālib went on to say.
“She would still be my wife and I know we would still love each other, only in a different way. I would accept that she would be your woman and if you treat her the way I have suggested, she will never refuse you. As you can see she has a great incredibly stunning Panjvaqtah Namāzī young Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān body but so have you, and I know your Bahū Bégam, Al Fātimah Assaiyadah Al Muħammad, better. Don’t I? She is my ever religious, extremely beautiful, young, twenty eight years old Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān wife, after all.”
“You have the ever youthful ever incredible Hindu energy to please her and the personality to take charge of her; it is the perfect solution. We would, sort of share her, with you being the major shareholder, believe me you will make me very happy and I promise you that she will be extremely happy as well.”
Ålī Abī Tālib looked at me seriously,
“It may even save the marriage. I do not think she would leave me, but you never know what she might do as she grows more desperate.”
With a tinge of sadness in his voice Ålī Abī Tālib said,
“It has been about many months since we had proper sex and she is already getting nervy and irritable. Please, Dad, just think about it.”
Ålī Abī Tālib asked it in his pleading voice.
“If you do this for us, it would always need to be our secret, it would always stay within these walls, nobody would ever need to find out.”
“What or where would you be in all of this?” I asked pointedly, ultimately breaking my silence finally.
“I would be a part of a truly loving family, more loving than most in fact. I would be just as I am now only happier, knowing that Al Fātimah Assaiyadah Al Muħammad is happily fulfilled and that my ‘father’ is taking care of her.” Ålī Abī Tālib answered seriously.
I was starting to settle down now and was thinking straight again.
“Ålī Abī Tālib, this is very important. Tell me how would you feel about me fucking my Bahū Bégam, my daughter in law, your wife? Are you sure that you could cope with that?”
Then with concern in my voice I said. “You could get very jealous. It will be a very emotional time for you both, I do not want to cause any pain to either of you.”
Ålī Abī Tālib looked seriously at me and replied.
“Thank you for showing the concern. Of course, I would be mad with envy and jealousy, if it was anybody else but you. I think and I hope that I have considered all the problems and possible scenarios.”
“You are the only man I could ever trust to treat her right, believe me, Dad, when I say that your Bahū Bégam, Al Fātimah Assaiyadah Al Muħammad, my ever religious, extremely beautiful, young, twenty eight years old Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān wife, needs you, believe me, please. She is as hypr sexual as you are. I am not her perfect match. Only you are her perfect match, Dad. Please, try to understand my problem. Only you can help us now to save our marriage, no one else. Even Ħuzūr sallallāhu ålayhi wa sallam married his Bahū Bégam, Ħazrat Zaynab Bint Jaħsh. Didn’t he?”
Ålī Abī Tālib looked at me.
His eyes seemed to be trying to read my mind for an answer.
“Once you have taken her, and dominated her, you may at times need to tell me to do things, sort of order me about and speak to me in ways that you would not dream of now, this would impress upon her that you are now in control and that she is now your woman, not mine any more.”
“It will be necessary at times and I know I will be her and your cuckold.”
Ålī Abī Tālib paused for a moment.
“I know you hate cuckolding even the worst Musalmān terrorists. But Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan Bājī is compelling you to cuckold them under her utmost humane Cuckold Your Musalmān Husband Movement.”
“Ålī Abī Tālib,”
“Dad, there isn’t another option, try to understand me, please!”
Ålī Abī Tālib paused for a moment again then again continued.
“I also know neither of you will be cruel to me ever. I will not be offended or hurt, I promise, I just want her happiness. I do not want to lose her, but I am happy to surrender her and all my rights to you, in order to make her happy.”
He paused and appeared deep in thought.
“I have given this lots and lots of thought, Dad, and it is what I would really like, it would solve our dilemma nicely.” He whispered.
I was sitting back in the chair still recovering from the shock and thinking about what Ålī Abī Tālib had asked me to do.
The more I thought about it the more I could see Ålī Abī Tālib’s point of view.
We, the family including Al Fātimah Assaiyadah Al Muħammad, Ålī Abī Tālib’s ever religious, extremely beautiful, young, twenty eight years old Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān wife, I suspect certainly didn’t want her to get a bad name, but if she is as sex obsessed as Ålī Abī Tālib has suggested, the poor woman needs someone to cater for her utmost necessary sexual needs, I could see what he was saying and could understand where he thought there may be a problem.
However her being my Bahū Bégam, Al Fātimah Assaiyadah Al Muħammad, Ålī Abī Tālib’s ever religious, extremely beautiful, young, twenty eight years old Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān wife, still gave me serious doubts about me being able to fuck her to her ultimate satisfaction and the success of Ålī Abī Tālibs idea may then be in the balance.
But I could also see why he thinks it would solve his problem and Al Fātimah Assaiyadah Al Muħammad, Ålī Abī Tālib’s ever religious, extremely beautiful, young, twenty eight years old Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān wife’s problem, I guess.
“Have you spoken about this with Al Fātimah Assaiyadah Al Muħammad, your ever religious, extremely beautiful, young, twenty eight years old Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān wife?” I asked gravely, ultimately.
He shook his head,
“No, I wanted to approach you first and see what you think, I didn’t want to raise her hopes.”
He leaned forward in his chair.
“You do see my problem and I hope understand my thinking. It will still be in the family, her incredibly beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī young Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān body and her desires will be yours, solely yours for your pleasure and more importantly hers.” Then he said sadly, “I would still like the occasional intimate moments with her though.
“Look, Ålī Abī Tālib, can’t you try another doctor or some alternative therapy, there must be another way.” I urged.
He smiled weakly at me,
“I knew you are an utmost excellent Dad and would do all you could to try to talk me out of it. The truth is however that I have had a second opinion and tried alternative medicine, but things were just the same.”
“Believe me,” he stressed, “I tried everything I could before taking this course of action. You may be a last resort for me, Dad, but you are the best option by far. I love and trust you. I would not have asked you to do this for us if I thought otherwise.”
I was feeling sorry for Ålī Abī Tālib.
I knew that this was extremely hard for him; it would be for any man.
“Eīshān Param Brahm Paramātmā, Ålī Abī Tālib, I don’t know what to say, it’s a bit of a shock, but we must consider Al Fātimah Assaiyadah Al Muħammad too, your ever religious, extremely beautiful, young, twenty eight years old Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān wife’s feelings first and foremost. We can’t just dole out her incredibly beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī young Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān body and emotions like this, she may be totally disgusted at the thought of me,” I paused with gravity, dignity and sophisticated concern, “well, you know,” I said.
Ålī Abī Tālib chuckled at my concern.
“You are right, Dad, but I know her well, eventually she will see you as the answer to a prayer, her Hindu father in law who loves her and would be the epitome of discretion she could let herself go with confidence.”
Ålī Abī Tālib grinned,
“She may, well, come around to the idea given time and temptation, you know the sort of thing letting her accidentally on purpose see you naked, letting her see you with a hard on. Even maybe let her see you fucking our Ammīs, Kħālās, Buās, Mumānīs, Chachīsetcetera, at a time that you know she will catch you, just tease her in any way you can.”
Ålī Abī Tālib went on enthusiastically,
“Dad. you can even get a little more touchy and feely with her, sort of put yourself in the shop window, and then when she has seen you enough like that I am sure she will start getting hotter for you.”
“We can then, or I can if you prefer tell her of my plans for her happiness.”
I started to think of my Bahū Bégam, my daughter in law, in ways I never had before and in truth should not even now.
However, I had often enough ogled beautiful Musalmān houseladies of her age and on the odd time even tried to chat them up and in truth; my Bahū Bégam, Al Fātimah Assaiyadah Al Muħammad, Ålī Abī Tālib’s ever religious, extremely beautiful, young, twenty eight years old Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān wife, was better looking than most of those beautiful Musalmān houseladies.
“I am still not sure Ålī Abī Tālib, I would be pleased to help, Al Fātimah Assaiyadah Al Muħammad, your ever religious, extremely beautiful, young, twenty eight years old Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān wife, is gorgeous and I would normally take an offer like this with open arms, but, well you know, it’s Al Fātimah Assaiyadah Al Muħammad, your ever religious, extremely beautiful, young, twenty eight years old Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān wife.” I tried to explain.
“I do understand your problem, Dad, honest I do,” Ålī Abī Tālib replied. “But that makes it all so perfect, she loves you already, just not on that physical level yet, but she will, I assure you.” He promised.
“Dad,” he went on quietly, “Often I let your daughter in law, Al Fātimah Assaiyadah Al Muħammad, go up to bed before me so that she can satisfy herself, I think she gets a little shy about it and does not want me to know that she masturbates so often, I think she feels it would be bad for my ego and do me even more harm.”
He nodded towards the bedroom upstairs,
“I left the door slightly open tonight, go upstairs very quietly, and look through the gap, the dressing table mirror will give you a bird’s eye view of the bed. Go and see what I mean about her needs, just see how beautiful she is naked, check her out, Dad, but Lillāh, for Gods sake, don’t let her hear you.”
I could not believe that Ålī Abī Tālib was inviting me to spy on my Bahū Bégam, Al Fātimah Assaiyadah Al Muħammad, Ålī Abī Tālib’s ever religious, extremely beautiful, young, twenty eight years old Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān wife, as she used a dildo on herself.
It was a totally weird conversation.
“Go on, Dad, go and see what I mean.” Ålī Abī Tālib encouraged me.
I stood slowly up, nodded at him kicked my shoes off and walked very silently upstairs.*
Ålī Abī Tālib had sold his wife to me now to such an extent successfully that now even I could not resist the opportunity any longer to see her like that.
I made my way to the bedroom door, which as Ålī Abī Tālib had said was open a few inches.
I peered cautiously into the room and there reflected in the mirror was my Bahū Bégam, my daughter in law, knees raised and spread wide.
She was furiously fucking herself with a large dildo.
It was moving easily in and out of her ever religious ever sophisticated immensely educated Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot.
Her eyes were clamped shut and she was pushing up on her feet raising herself up to meet its thrusts.
She was moaning quietly.
Her incredibly beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī young Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān body looked fabulous with the light film of perspiration making it shine in the light.
she had a utmost perfect figure, and her twenty eight years old,young Musalmān tits were not over large, just beautiful.
My ever sensitive Uncut Hindu Lund stiffened quickly as I watched her and for the first time I was having sexual thought of my Bahū Bégam, my daughter in law.
I stayed and watched for a while as she unknowingly displayed her incredibly beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī young Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān body for me.
I walked quietly downstairs and back to the living room.
Ålī Abī Tālib was all smiles,
“Well, Dad, thank you very much. I can see that you saw her and that you liked it,” he said with a grin nodding towards my tenting trousers.
I was immensely grave now.
“Oh sorry, Ålī Abī Tālib” I smiled gravely sophisticatedly.
“Dad, you never need to apologise. It’s your duty to us being our family head, to solve our problems in the ever best way you can do it. You are only obliging us by attending your duty even if it is unpleasant to you.” Ålī Abī Tālib smiled, “It’s what I was hoping would happen. It means you find her attractive in ways you never did before, and that this plan has a chance of working.”
Then with some shyness he said,
“It looks like you have a reasonable package there, may I ask you how big you are?”
Now it was my turn to be cautious.
“About seven and a half or eight inches,” I replied quietly,
Ålī Abī Tālib grinned,
“Believe me, Dad, she will love it that’s such a good size, about an inch or so more than me.”
He opened a drawer in the cabinet and pulled out an envelope.
“Well, what do you think, are you up for it?”
He looked at the package in his hands and was thoughtful,
“I don’t want to sound pushy or disrespectful to your Bahū Bégam, Al Fātimah Assaiyadah Al Muħammad, my ever religious, extremely beautiful, young, twenty eight years old Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān wife, but this really is important to me, and it will be to your Bahū Bégam, Al Fātimah Assaiyadah Al Muħammad, when she is yours.”
I nodded at him and toasted him with my juice.
“You must be the most loving and caring husband there is, to think of her needs above your own, to put your pride to one side like you have and ask me to do this for you must have taken a lot of courage. Now I know why I love and respect you.”
I whispered it, however, not being used to giving such compliments to my Live in relationship partner, Fātimah Bint Asad’s son, Ålī Abī Tālib.
We hugged and shook hands.
It was an emotional moment.
Eīshān Param Brahm Paramātmā, the extent Ålī Abī Tālib trusted me!
There was only one potentiality.
Most of my Musalmān friends had sacrificed similarly for their beautiful yet sex obsessed Musalmān wives.
They were grateful to their immensely loving Musalmān husbands primarily, but gradually they started even disgracing and hating them, even in public.
They lost their respect even for their immensely loving Musalmān husbands.
They cuckolded them gradually ultimately even disgracing them to the extent to use them as our foot rest, our pedestals.
They even compelled their sacrificing Musalmān husbands to lick clean their Musalmān Cunts and Musalmān asses too, after I fucked them.
They had absolutely forgotten that it were their Musalmān husbands who pleaded with me to fuck them.
They were proud of their immense Musalmān beauty, gradually ultimately that won me for them forever.
They hated their Musalmān husbands’ importance to satisfy them sexually, whatsoever the hell the circumstances were.
What was the guarantee there, Ålī Abī Tālib would never get the same treatment from his ever hyper sexual Musalmān wife, my Bahū Bégam, Al Fātimah Assaiyadah Al Muħammad?
Ålī Abī Tālib was playing a dangerous game, potentially immensely detrimental to him, and he was not listening to my ever honest ever sincere warnings to him.
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