1: Of my Musalmān friends
Salmān Qāsim stared down at her naked glorious Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān body, gently stroking her firm, flat stomach.
Jalālunnisā Assalāt was beautiful, even extremely beautiful.
Her black, shoulder length hair was in a tangled mass, framing her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān face against the pillow.
Her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān face seemed so peaceful, her eyes closed, her full, moist lips apart.
Her pert, but by no means small, extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān breasts rose and fell gently as she breathed.
Her firm extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān breasts tilt slightly upwards, her nipples pointed and very sensitive, her aureoles and nipples small and dark.
As she was lying so still, her tummy was totally flat, the muscles clearly defined, her neat little navel nestling in the bowl of her belly.
Her extremelylovely Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān buttocks were big, heavy, and her legs long and shapely.
Her pubic mound was prominent, her hair very long.
Jalālunnisā Assalāt kept fit by jogging, and this showed in her well-toned body.
Her suntan from the previous years holiday was still evident, her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān breasts even pink than the rest of her.
She stirred, drawing a knee up, and away from her body.
Salmān Qāsim glimpsed her extremelylovely Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy between her legs.
Her pink outer lips seemed pale and moist, her larger inner lips clearly visible to him, dark and prominent.
Her sensitive little clit was nowhere to be seen, still hidden behind its hood.
Salmān Qāsim loved her with a passion, and had done so ever since they first met at college.
They’d been together for the ten years since then, and had been married for the last three.
They had always been faithful to each other – in fact, apart from the odd fumble before they met, they were each other’s only sexual partners.
They were totally fulfilled, enjoying a very active – and creative – sex life.
Totally fulfilled that is, apart from one thing – Salmān Qāsim desperately wanted to see Jalālunnisā Assalāt being fucked by Durgesh.
He longed to see Durgesh driving his legendary unique Uncut Hindu Cock into her tremendously stunning Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy while he himself was shoving his cut Musalmān cock in her mouth.
Moreover, Salmān Qāsim was sure that Jalālunnisā Assalāt wanted this as well.
In fact, who the hell doesn’t?
Every Musalmān Beauty, without any single exception, yes, that’s what Salmān Qāsim is sure, dies to suck and fuck Durgesh.
In addition, Salmān Qāsim knows something more.
Even most of the Musalmīn themselves now wanted their extremely beautiful Musalmān houseladies to suck and fuck Durgesh.
Salmān Qāsim isn’t alone.
His friend, Shahrukħ Kħan, not the actor of course, only named similarly, had even gone to the extent:
“I’ve put a condition opposite Ħāfizah Aslam.”
“Condition?” Salmān Qāsim looked at Shahrukħ Kħan.
“That I’d marry her only if she fucks Durgesh successfully first.”
“What?” Salmān Qāsim couldn’t believe what he heard.*
It had been a long day of boating, sun, and drinking with
Muħammad Salmān’s wife, Rukħsānah Shahābuddīn and Muħammad Salmān’s long-time friend, Durgesh.
I met them at our lakeside condo to for a well needed release of steam.
Once back at the condo, we ate, drank some more, sat around the pool, and drank some more.
Needless to say, by the end of the evening our minds were cloudy and our bodies were weary.
We’re not much for entertaining, so we just have a one bedroom condo.
When they invited me, they didn’t think about our couch, that’s not much bigger than a loveseat, not being large enough for me to sleep on.
Fortunately, they had a king size bed in their bedroom.
Rukħsānah Shahābuddīn and Muħammad Salmān told e it was big enough for all of us to sleep comfortably and that we were good enough friends to make the situation work.
Rukħsānah Shahābuddīn and Muħammad Salmān had always had a habit of leaving a radio on in the room as they slept.
Rukħsānah Shahābuddīn and Muħammad Salmān always liked having a little bit of sound and small amount of light in the room rather than complete darkness.
That night it afforded Rukħsānah Shahābuddīn and Muħammad Salmān the opportunity to whisper to each other in bed, so that Rukħsānah Shahābuddīn and Muħammad Salmān couldn’t be heard by me.
Once in bed, I lay on one side face outward.
Muħammad Salmān was lying on the other side facing inward, and Rukħsānah Shahābuddīn was in between us facing me, out of courtesy.
Out of courtesy only?
I never believed it even for a single moment.
Rukħsānah Shahābuddīn always watched between my legs whenever we were together.
She damn cared for her husband, my friend, Muħammad Salmān even, doing it.
And why the hell should she?
Muħammad Salmān was of course her Kħālāzād cousin and her husband now, but the business he was the Manager of, did not belong to either Muħammad Salmān or his Ammī.
It was exclusively owned by Rukħsānah Shahābuddīn.
After Muħammad Shahābuddīn retired from business voluntarily, Rukħsānah Shahābuddīn took his charge as its new Managing Director.
Muħammad Salmān was a Manager only, even being her Kħālāzād cousin and her husband too.
Muħammad Salmān was not as filthy rich as Rukħsānah Shahābuddīn was, neither as talented even.
I had advised Muħammad Salmān,
“Join me, Salmān. It’s not good to work under your own wife.”
Muħammad Salmān discussed it with his wife.
“Rukħsānah, Durgesh has offered me to join him in HVSI Group of Companies.”
Rukħsānah Shahābuddīn looked at him with a smirk.
“Your sisters are too beautiful, Muħammad Salmān.”
Muħammad Salmān smiled.
“Not as beautiful as yourself and even your own sisters are.”
“Sure, but Durgesh isn’t after me, neither after my more beautiful sisters.”
Muħammad Salmān laughed.
“You are jealous of me.”
“Oh no. Certainly not. I’ve noticed you watching between his legs every now and then.”
“So what? Your own sisters do it. Your own Bhābhījāns do it. Almost every extremely attractive Musalmān Beauty does it now even entirely unashamed of herself. Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan has successfully revolutionized the Musalmān Beauties since, in the matter.”*
As Muħammad Salmān’s mind began to focus on the three of us together in bed it obviously drifted into the direction of sex.
Muħammad Salmān’s cock sprang to life and he took Rukħsānah Shahābuddīn’s hand, so she could feel it.
She grinned and whispered that Rukħsānah Shahābuddīn and Muħammad Salmān couldn’t do anything about it right now.
He said that he bets Durgesh was just as hard as he was with her between them.
She dismissed that saying that Durgesh was an old friend and wouldn’t be thinking about her like that.
Muħammad Salmān reassured Rukħsānah Shahābuddīn that she was, even at 50, someone that any man would love to fuck.
Rukħsānah Shahābuddīn filled with immense self pride.
Nevertheless, she was unable to understand why her husband was so eager to watch her fuck Durgesh.
Well, it wasn’t an alien idea for her although.
Rukħsānah Shahābuddīn couldn’t deny that despite her so open venom, scorn and immense hatred to extra marital sex, she had also dreamed of it privately.
Most of her extraordinary lovely Musalmān ladyfriends are already fucking Durgesh/other capable Hindus either openly or clandestinely at least.
She never believed them when they said their own Musalmān husbands induced them for it.
Most of them claimed they even cleaned them after Durgesh/other capable Hindus fucked their extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān wives.
But now, her own husband wanted her to fuck Durgesh.
Well, should she bargain with Muħammad that he must also clean her after Durgesh fucks her?
Rukħsānah Shahābuddīn ultimately decided to take the risk.
“Well, I’m ready to fuck Durgesh if you are too present there.”
Muħammad Salmān almost jumped out of sheer excitement.
“You mean it?”
Rukħsānah Shahābuddīn couldn’t understand what her husband was after.
“Of course, I mean it. There must be a video recording of the whole episode too. I never want you to claim some time in future that I did it myself and cheated you.”
Muħammad Salmān looked hurt.
“Rukħsānah Shahābuddīn, how the hell could you expect that from me?”
“Well, I have some ladyfriends of mine who say they are cheated by their husbands similarly.”
“I can’t understand.”
“What’s there to understand?” Rukħsānah Shahābuddīn said tersely, “they had to take some advantage from Durgesh. They induced their extraordinary lovely Musalmān wives to seduce Durgesh for it. But when they had achieved what they wanted to get from it, their mainly vigor again aroused.”
“You think I may do such a dirty trick on you?”
“No, certainly not.” Rukħsānah Shahābuddīn watched her husband studying him minutely, “But why the hell I take any risk of losing you? I don’t love Durgesh. I love you. I’m doing it for you.”
Muħammad Salmān was smiling at her impishly.
“Consequently when I suck Durgesh you would have to lick my cunt. Okay?”
“Would Durgesh allow my presence there?”
“He is already allowing so many Musalmān friends of him to stay there when he fucks not only their Musalmān wives, but their extremely beautiful Musalmān houseladies too.”* Rukħsānah Shahābuddīn said curtly.*
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