Thank you that you cheated her
Kulsūm Naåīm could not bear that Zāhid Altāf cheated on her.
It was three weeks ago that she had found it.
Was it Islam?
Kulsūm Naåīm never loved the bastard.
Zāhid Altāf wasn’t her choice ever.
She loved Durgesh instead.
Zāhid Altāf could not bear it.
“But why? When Islam prohibits…”
“Well,” Zāhid Altāf couldn’t face the reality.
It went on indefinitely.
Yet, ultimately, Zāhid Altāf had succeeded in convincing Kulsūm Naåīm
To marry him instead of a live in relationship with me.
Kulsūm Naåīm could never believe Zāhid Altāf would cheat her ever.
There had been a terrible fight, and Kulsūm Naåīm kicked him out of the house.
Zāhid Altāf had come crawling, begging her to take him back.
Kulsūm Naåīm gave in, eventually, but she hadn’t forgiven him yet.
The atmosphere during our first dinner together as a family again was icy at best.
Now, after eight years of their marriage, Kulsūm Naåīm was the CFO of an international business, and Zāhid Altāf was, well, the stay at home house husband, nothing more.
Since I was also there living in relationship with the sisters of both Kulsūm Naåīm and Zāhid Altāf, there wasn’t much for Zāhid Altāf to do, of course.
That’s what got him in trouble in the first place.
“Kulsūm Naåīm, I’m really sorry for what I did, if there’s any–” Zāhid Altāf started.
“Oh shut it, Zāhid Altāf,” snapped Kulsūm Naåīm. “You already know what you’re going to do to make it up.”
“Kulsūm Naåīm, please, there has to be something else I–”
“No,” interrupted Kulsūm Naåīm again, irritated. “My mind is set. You agreed to it. In writing.” Zāhid Altāf looked absolutely dejected.
I looked sternly at Zāhid Altāf,
“Uh, what are you guys talking about? What’s Zāhid Altāf gonna do?”
“Oh, he’s not gonna do anything. Isn’t that right, my dear?” She sounded as if she were talking to a child, instead of her duly wedded husband.
Zāhid Altāf glowered, and replied tersely,
He hated it when Kulsūm Naåīm used that voice, especially on him.
“So what’s going on?” I asked, feeling somewhat left out, even while I was trying to help them out.
Kulsūm Naåīm stood up, and stretched.
She hadn’t changed since coming home from the office.
She still wore her power suit.
It consisted of a light gray knee length skirt, and white button up blouse with ruffles.
“Mmm, I needed that,” she sighed. “Another long day at the office.” She walked over, and stood next to me. “Listen, Durgesh, my ever competent Hindu Bahnoī, my Hindu Nandoī Shrī, I have to ask you something.”
Without giving me a chance to speak, she swept my plate off the table.
It shattered on the floor, cutlery clinking loudly.
“Kulsūm Naåīm, what are you doing?”
She hoisted herself up on the table, sitting down right in front of me, legs hanging down to one side.
I was thoroughly confused.
“What I want to ask you, my dear, sweet Kulsūm Naåīm, is if you want to help me.”
I studied her face–framed by shoulder length, smooth brown hair–while she looked down at me from her perch.
I noticed her coquettish smile. “Help with what?” I inquired, not hesitantly even a bit.
The entire situation felt unusual, somehow.
Not that Kulsūm Naåīm had the habit of clearing the table by dumping everything on the floor, but her whole demeanor was different today.
She lifted her legs, and placed the hose covered feet on the chair, to each side of my legs.
Then she spread her knees apart.
My eyes were drawn to the spot between her legs, yet my heart never skipped a beat.
I wasn’t a child.
I was sixty-six already, even if I still looked of twenty-eight only ever.
Kulsūm Naåīm definitely wasn’t wearing any panties.
Her smooth shaven lips were puffed up, and glistened with wetness. Between the swollen lips protruded her labia, tempting me with promises of pleasure.
“KULSŪM NAÅĪM!” I cried out joyfully.
She leaned backwards, with her hands flat against the table, sticking out her breasts at me, while biting her lower lip.
“You see, your ever incompetent Musalmān sālā, Zāhid Altāf, came to me last night, and begged on his knees for forgiveness.”
My eyes kept being drawn back to her pussy, and she made no attempts at modesty.
“He said I could do anything I wanted to him. He even said if I wanted to, I could cheat on him. A free pass, he said.”
I was speechless, yet my heart was not pounding in my chest.
I had utmost experiences already in these matters.
She sat up and started undoing her blouse.
With every button that opened, more of her breasts came into view.
They were round and plump, absolutely gorgeous.
Kulsūm Naåīm kept smiling cunningly, triumphantly.
“I liked the sound of that, so I thought to myself who I should sleep with.”
Her dark nipples were poking out, hard as diamonds. “And the answer was pretty easy. Why, it had to be the person in the world I love the most.”
I couldn’t believe what I was hearing.
Or seeing, for that matter.
I’ve never thought about Kulsūm Naåīm in that way, but seeing her like this, positively oozing with sex, practically throwing herself at me, tugged at something deep inside my soul.
I could smell her perfume, mixed with something more exotic, muskier.
At that Moment, Zāhid Altāf coughed.
Yet I didn’t nearly jump out of my skin.
Even though, I had completely forgotten he had been there.
Kulsūm Naåīm turned around.
“What do you say, Zāhid Altāf? Do you think I should have sex with our sweet Hindu Bahnoī, of both of us, if that’s what it costs for me to take you back?”
Zāhid Altāf looked down, and I couldn’t tell what was going through his mind.
“Yes,” he muttered, finally.
Kulsūm Naåīm chuckled.
She reached out, and swept everything off the table she could reach.
Plates and glasses shattered as they hit the floor, and the large serving bowl made a loud crash.
“Zāhid Altāf, be a dear and clean that up,” she crooned in a fake honeysuckle voice.
She turned back to me, took off her blouse completely, and tossed it on the floor along with all the broken shards.
Zāhid Altāf got up and left the room.
The skirt slowly slid up, and I watched in rapt attention as her puckered asshole came into view.
It slid up further, revealing once again her wet, puffy lips.
Juices flowed freely from her slit, and dripped onto the table.
She pulled off the skirt the rest of way, then threw it aside.
Even though she was my Salhaj, Kulsūm Naåīm, I couldn’t help but want to fuck her.
She needed it very much.
I was her first choice.
Zāhid Altāf talked her out of it.
Yet now she was returning to her original choice.
“Then do it.” Kulsūm Naåīm winked at me.
I needed no further encouragement.
I stood up while pulling down my pants and underwear in one motion.
The door opened, and Zāhid Altāf came back in.
He had brought a broom and trash can to clean up the mess.
Kulsūm Naåīm wrapped her legs around my waist, and pulled me closer.
It felt so good, and I sighed in pleasure.
It was a tight fit, but Kulsūm Naåīm kept pulling me closer, until I was finally in all the way.
“Ho. Ly. Shit, Allah Rabbil åālmīn,” gasped Kulsūm Naåīm. “This is fucking incredible.”
Zāhid Altāf started picking up some of the bigger shards, and tossed them into the trash.
“Come on Durgesh, fuck Kulsūm Naåīm. Fuck Kulsūm Naåīm, my wife, hard. She needs it very much now.”
I smiled triumphantly,
Zāhid Altāf shrugged.
He didn’t utter a word.
“I tried to explain you, Zāhid Altāf, when you talked Kulsūm Naåīm out of my live in relationship to marry her. It’s not easy once they decide to have me and then forget me forever.”
I started thrusting, slowly at first.
The perversity of fucking the woman, who preferred Zāhid Altāf on me, even if she was misguided by him, was intense.
Every motion was accompanied by Kulsūm Naåīm’s loud, guttural moans.
I grabbed her thighs, and started pounding.
The few remaining table settings rattled with every stab.
“Fuck yes, that’s it. Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes,” she moaned, over and over for hours.
I was never close to orgasm.
After as if an infinity, Zāhid Altāf heard from me, what he wanted to hear from me hours before.
“I’m gonna…cum soon…Kulsūm Naåīm,” I panted.
“Don’t stop, keep going, Durgesh. Cum in me, please.”
I came, hard.
“Allah! Yā Allah! Oh fuck, oh God, oh God, yeeees,” she yelled, devolving into a loud, wordless scream, as her extremely beautiful young Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān body shook with her own orgasm.
I was breathless and just stood there, processing everything.
Kulsūm Naåīm was lying on the table, laughing a deep, satisfied laugh.
She had waited for it for years.
I sat back down in the chair, my softening cock exiting Kulsūm Naåīm’s Musalmān pussy with a squelching pop.
She sat up, and hopped off the table, onto my lap.
“That was fantastic, Durgesh,” she told me, and leaned in for a kiss.
Her lips were playful, her tongue was quick, and I was mesmerized by her passionate hunger.
“Mmmm,” she moaned, and broke the kiss.
“That’s the spirit.” I reached around, and squeezed her supple cheeks with both my hands.
Instead of bouncing up and down, she just rocked her hips back and forth, gyrating on my Hindu dick.
It was an incredibly intense stimulation of my still sensitive Hindu penis.
I cupped her breast, and started playing with her hard nipples, kissing her on the cheek, and nibbling at her earlobe, while I felt her hot, shallow breath against my neck.
“I’m gonna cum again, ultimately, not right now,” I told her.
She started kissing me again, and gyrated faster, and faster, for hours again, until I exploded a second time, pumping my Hindu load inside her, while her lips were intertwined with mine, taking my breath away.
“That was the best sex I’ve ever had in my life.” She stood up.
The instant my cock left her pussy, I missed the feeling of warmth and comfort it gave me, longing to be buried inside of her, forever.
“We’ll definitely have to do this again, and soon.”
Kulsūm Naåīm winked at Zāhid Altāf.
Zāhid Altāf tried to smile back at her, but could not very well.
It was his intense humiliation after all.
We kissed again, and then she left the room, still naked.
I was aware of Zāhid Altāf again, who was kneeling on the floor, gathering broken plates and glass.
I tried getting up quietly.
I was just about to leave the room, when I heard his soft voice.
“Durgesh, just…treat her better than I did. Don’t make the same mistake, ok?”
“Ok, Zāhid Altāf, Thank you that you cheated her. It brought her ultimately to me.” I replied, and left the room to look for Kulsūm Naåīm.
4. On History
6. On Hinduism
7. On Islam
Love on the High Grass
Kulsūm Naåīm walked up to me without saying a word and took my hand.
She interlocked her fingers with mine and pulled me after her, as she walked out the house.
I wondered what she had in mind, but decided not to ask, knowing that soon enough she would herself show me that.
It was our first meeting, but I knew she was craving for sex with me as the other countless Musalmān Beauties were.
It was the enormous mouth publicity I was constantly getting nonstop.
Barefooted, we walked to a corner of the far end of the garden.
Kulsūm Naåīm had spent her morning preparing for this, having placed several cushions in the high grass.
She wanted sex with me there.
In the shade of an old oak, there was a basket waiting for our arrival.
She kissed my neck tenderly.
In soft whimpers she told me to lie down and enjoy the nice weather.
Kulsūm Naåīm walked to the basket and as she bent down to pick up the first few items she knew that I was looking at her glorious, gorgeous, perfect, Saůūdī Årab Panjvaqtah Namāzī Sunni Musalmān ass as her tight black skirt rose to show off her green thong.
“Do you enjoy the view, Durgesh darling! Méré Hindu Piyā! Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt! Hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam! Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties?” she asked and giggled innocently before stranding back up.
Keeling in front of me, she placed a bowl on the ground and she filled a slender glass with a juice, handing it to me before pouring one of champagne for herself.
Kulsūm Naåīm lay down on her side, inches from me; and raised the glass to her lips, closed her eyes before letting the champagne drops dance on her tongue.
She smiled softly, took another sip before opening her eyes and looking towards me.
I seemed to have done the same thing.
Satisfied for the moment, she placed her glass somewhere behind her back and without taking her eyes of me; her fingers caught what she was searching for.
“Close your eyes, Durgesh darling! Méré Hindu Piyā! Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt! Hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam! Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties! Please, for me.” she smiled sweetly but without leaving any room for discussion.
I parted them, waiting for her Saůūdī Årab Panjvaqtah Namāzī Sunni Musalmān tongue to enter my eagerly waiting Hindu mouth.
She quickly pulled back just to replace her Saůūdī Årab Panjvaqtah Namāzī Sunni Musalmān tongue with a chocolate covered strawberry.
With my eyes closed, I was unable to see her, batting her eyelashes, as she giggled regarding the new taste.
She gently caressed my face as she fed me yet another strawberry.
Kulsūm Naåīm took a deep breath as she looked at me, thinking to herself how handsome I was lying there so peacefully.
And it was when I was 62.
Allah! Why she was so unfortunate not to meet me earlier.
Her extremely beautiful Musalmān Beauties friends say my sexual lust hasn’t decreased with my age.
It has increased instead.
Let her see the truth of the legend.
It seemed to be the first time that I had forgotten to worry about her, the first time I was truly relaxed.
Kulsūm Naåīm nibbled on my earlobe as a wicked thought entered her mind.
She slowly sat up and when my eyes connected with hers, she began to unbutton her shirt.
Soon her green bra was on display for me.
She threw the shirt on top of the basket, began to unzip and slowly pulled down her skirt.
She dug her teeth into my neck and ran her fingers over my back.
Licking her lips, she asked me if I wanted to get naked with her.
Without waiting for a reply, Kulsūm Naåīm pulled my clothes off me, finally getting me completely undressed.
Gently she traced her fingers along my naked Hindu body and brushed her lips against mine, unable to stop grinning as she thought of what was next.
She refilled her glass of the sweet bubbly water and instead of drinking it; she batted her eyelashes as she let the champagne drip onto my body.
I didn’t have to wait long before Kulsūm Naåīm was all over me, sucking and licking me all over.
She purred in delight, loving my handsome Hindu mouth.
As she moved her way down to my Uncut Hindu Prick, her breath turned heavy with her sexual need.
Soon it seemed as if there’s no more champagne for Kulsūm Naåīm to suck off and Kulsūm Naåīm quickly picked up the bottle before focusing the flow to my Uncut Hindu Cock.
Kulsūm Naåīm didn’t let the added wetness stop her.
She added it herself deliberately.
Kulsūm Naåīm simply kept on feasting on my Hindu body.
My hands are busy digging into her glorious, gorgeous, perfect, Saůūdī Årab Panjvaqtah Namāzī Sunni Musalmān ass.
Kulsūm Naåīm moaned, petting my head.
She shivered in sheer ashvinātam pleasure.
Just as I was about to cum, she cupped my face and gently pulled me to lips, kissing me lovingly.
Kulsūm Naåīm lifted her wonderful, elegant, perfect, Saůūdī Årab Panjvaqtah Namāzī Sunni Musalmān buttocks and tugged on her thong, pulling it off.
She sucked my bottom lip before biting hard on it.
Then Kulsūm Naåīm parted her own lips invitingly.
She wondered how much she’d been drinking as I didn’t seem to notice the surprise she had kept hidden for me all day long.
Kulsūm Naåīm unhooked her bra, watching my expression change as she showed off the alligator clamps on her nipples.
I looked at her mischievously and she could not keep from giggling.
She almost screamed out as I pulled on the clamps, her sore nipples unable to take the pain.
A loud moan escaped her lips.
Within a few seconds her first orgasm hit her.
I didn’t stop, instead entered my Uncut Hindu Prick into her dripping, Fantastic, graceful, perfect, Saůūdī Årab Panjvaqtah Namāzī Sunni Musalmān Pussy.
I rubbed her outer bizarre, graceful, perfect, Saůūdī Årab Panjvaqtah Namāzī Sunni Musalmān Pussy lips as I moved my Uncut Hindu Prick from her ravenous, Saůūdī Årab Panjvaqtah Namāzī Sunni Musalmān Clit to into her tight wonderful, elegant, perfect, Saůūdī Årab Panjvaqtah Namāzī Sunni Musalmān asshole.
Orgasm after orgasm washed on Kulsūm Naåīm when I placed my Uncut Hindu Cock on her ravenous, Saůūdī Årab Panjvaqtah Namāzī Sunni Musalmān Clit.
I was moving it now in both her secret holes one after another.
Kulsūm Naåīm placed her hand on my waist and weakly pushed me away, unable to take me there anymore.
I moved to kiss my way up her body, over her tummy, breasts, clamped nipples and neck before wrapping my protective arms around her.
I just held her close, watching her relaxed body as she tried to catch her breath.
She turned her neck to kiss my lips gently while running her fingers over my cheek, softly caressing me.
When she finally began to get over her orgasm, she grinned.
“Durgesh darling! Méré Hindu Piyā! Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt! Hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam! Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties! that wasn’t part of the plan. I wanted this to be for your pleasure for once, not mine.” she said in her childish ways, smiling innocently.
She kissed me again, this time a little harder, before sucking my bottom lip into her eager mouth.
The sensation was driving her crazy with lust.
Unable to control myself, I reached down and pulled hard on the chain, causing her to bite my lip in surprise.
She knew I’d love the clamps on her big tits.
I put my lips on one of them, caressing it with my tongue.
She lifted my head to hers, kissing me deeply as she turned me onto my back, placing a knee on each side of my hips and sit down on top of me without allowing my rock hard Uncut Hindu Cock to enter her.
She gently slid the tip of her Saůūdī Årab Panjvaqtah Namāzī Sunni Musalmān tongue over my lips, parting them.
Kulsūm Naåīm let the tip of her nose caress my neck as she moved towards my earlobe, touching it ever so gently with her teeth.
She sucked on my earlobe, flicking her Saůūdī Årab Panjvaqtah Namāzī Sunni Musalmān tongue over it repeatedly.
Kulsūm Naåīm kissed along my jaw line before biting my neck, knowing entirely well how her actions were sending immense ashvinātam pleasure all the way down my Hindu spine.
Kissing my shoulder tenderly, her hot breath was dancing on my skin.
I could easily hear her heavy breath and knew her craving for me.
Her fingers moved slowly across my chest, touching lightly, as a feather; and yet pulling me closer.
Her dark eyes clearly showed her need for me while she ran her nails down my sides.
I pressed my body to her, wanting her so completely.
She flicked her Saůūdī Årab Panjvaqtah Namāzī Sunni Musalmān tongue teasingly across my Hindu body.
Kulsūm Naåīm was pouring now hundreds of small, passionate kisses as her lips traveled lower and her red nails ran across my body.
She licked from my belly button, further down.
Kulsūm Naåīm took hold of my Uncut Hindu Cock, feeling a need to taste the very essence of her Hindu man.
Kulsūm Naåīm Licked my inner thigh as she let her nails gently dug into my ass.
She looked up into my eyes and smiled as she stuck out her Saůūdī Årab Panjvaqtah Namāzī Sunni Musalmān tongue to taste my delicious Hindu precum.
Kulsūm Naåīm licked along the underside, applying more pressure at the base.
She took hold of my balls and massaged them lightly.
Using the tip of her tongue, to tease around the head, Kulsūm Naåīm reached up lightly to touch my nipples.
Taking hold of my Uncut Hindu Cock, she began slowly to stroke it.
Kulsūm Naåīm flicked her Saůūdī Årab Panjvaqtah Namāzī Sunni Musalmān tongue across the head, in search for my more Hindu precum.
As she stroked me, she sucked my balls into her mouth, fully aware that they contained what she craved for very much.
She focused on my full balls for a while, lovingly licking and kissing them.
Kulsūm Naåīm increased the speed of her hand and squeezed the base of my Uncut Hindu Cock tightly.
Her free hand found its way to her dripping fantastic, graceful, perfect, Saůūdī Årab Panjvaqtah Namāzī Sunni Musalmān Pussy.
Licking her lips, Kulsūm Naåīm looked up into my eyes and let her Saůūdī Årab Panjvaqtah Namāzī Sunni Musalmān tongue curiously poke into the tiny slit.
She took a few inches into her mouth, moving her Saůūdī Årab Panjvaqtah Namāzī Sunni Musalmān lips up and down.
Opening her mouth wide, Kulsūm Naåīm took me deeper.
At five inches she began to gag on my hard Uncut Hindu Cock, her throat muscles massaging the head.
She let go of my balls to wipe her tears with her hand.
She moved back up my Uncut Hindu Cock for a deep breath before sticking out her Saůūdī Årab Panjvaqtah Namāzī Sunni Musalmān tongue and taking another inch down her throat while licking the Hindu shaft.
Her fingers were on her ravenous, Saůūdī Årab Panjvaqtah Namāzī Sunni Musalmān Clit.
They forced her to moan.
I was right on edge, pulling her off my Uncut Hindu Cock and to my lips by her hair, embracing her with my mouth.
I turned her over and pinned her down, her arms above her head.
In rapid movements, I got between her pink thighs and spread them while pressing my body on top of hers.
I quickly penetrated Kulsūm Naåīm, forcing her to moan in responses.
I took her.
Hard and fast.
One moan quickly replaced another as they filled the hot summer air.
Her body was burning with need and she knew that my heavy balls are aching to spill my Hindu seed inside her.
She felt my rough fingers on her ravenous, Saůūdī Årab Panjvaqtah Namāzī Sunni Musalmān Clit and my loving Hindu lips on her tits as she came hard.
The soft Saůūdī Årab Panjvaqtah Namāzī Sunni Musalmān flesh was squeezing my Uncut Hindu Cock so tightly as she climaxed, it caused me to have my own orgasm, shooting my Hindu cum deepest inside her fantastic, graceful, perfect, Saůūdī Årab Panjvaqtah Namāzī Sunni Musalmān Pussy.
I kept fucking Kulsūm Naåīm endlessly, savagely, and nonstop, until the last bit of my Hindu Vīrý left me.
Then I collapsed on top of her, exhausted.
She lapped the juices off me, craving every single drop.
Once I was properly cleaned, she moved back into my Hindu arms once again.
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