The Everbest Wives: 30

The Everbest Wives

Durgesh

Previous Chapters

Chapter 30

Durgesh Saåīdah Yåqūb
Durgesh Nādirah Moåīn
Durgesh Tahajjud Zahīr
Durgesh Åādilah Nadīm

I sat down beside her on the bed.
“Saåīdah Yåqūb, are you okay?”
Why wouldn’t I just leave her alone?
“What the hell do you think?” Saåīdah Yåqūb said, still talking from her pillow.
“I think you’re upset.” I was going to say something more to that but Saåīdah Yåqūb cut me off.
“Let me alone, Durgesh, please!”
“Saåīdah Yåqūb, I think things are getting weird between us and I don’t want that. For what it’s worth I’m willing to pretend this didn’t happen. It’s not worth losing our relationship over.” I proposed gravely.
Saåīdah Yåqūb didn’t answer immediately.
What did I mean ‘pretend it didn’t happen’ anyway?
It was still going to be lurking at the back of her mind whenever she would see me.
Nothing can’t just reset everything.
On the other hand I wasn’t reacting nearly as badly as I could be, so that it was something.
I could have been angry, or pitying, or even disgusted with her instead of trying to work things out.
The least I could do was play along.
“M’sorry,” she mumbled.
“It’s alright Saåīdah Yåqūb, you can’t always help….”
Saåīdah Yåqūb waited for me to finish my sentence, but instead I abruptly rose and walked out of the room.*

I heard two sets of footsteps coming down the stairs.
I’d heard the girls go upstairs earlier and a bit of laughter, yet I had no idea what the two of them were getting up to.
I was about to find out.
I felt one set of hands on my shoulders and a soft kiss was placed on my left cheek.
Another set of hands, another kiss and then I heard high heels on our hardwood floors.
My friend, Muħammad Zahīr’s wife, Nādirah Moåīn, and his daughter, Tahajjud Zahīr, were now both standing in front of me with big, naughty grins on their lovelyardent Musalmān faces.

Nādirah Moåīn was standing there in a gorgeous, mauve bra and panty set with silver stiletto heels.
Her daughter was wearing a tiny white peignoir and her heels were white to match.
I assumed they had been shopping earlier that day and wanted to show me their new finery.
I’ve seen my friend, Muħammad Zahīr’s daughter, Tahajjud Zahīr, in sexy clothes before.
They were a very open family.
They hated other backward Musalmīn very much.
“We have a proposition for you, Durgesh,” Nādirah Moåīn said to me, sitting down on one side of me and resting her head on my shoulder.

“Yes Daddy, we do,” Tahajjud Zahīr said as she sat down on the other side of me and mimicked her Ammī’s actions. “Do you want to tell him Ammī, or shall I?”
“Tahajjud Zahīr,” I said patiently, “how many times I’ve to tell you that I am not your ‘Daddy’. You are your Abbū’s daughter. I lack X chromosomes that are necessary to father a daughter.”
Tahajjud Zahīr looked at me naughtily.
“Daddy, I have myself seen my Ammī, Begum Nādirah Moåīn, fucking you. You know it.”
“Your Abbū is a damn fool. He never allowed your Ammī to suck him.” I said angrily.
“Therefore you allowed her to suck yourself?” Tahajjud Zahīr said sarcastically.
“Ask your Abbū who allowed her to suck me.” I said gravely.
Tahajjud Zahīr smiled cunningly.
“I know. Abbū has confessed to me after all that he himself had requested you to let my Ammī suck yourself.”*

I watched Muħammad Zahīr as if he had gone crazy.
“Are you sure?”
“There isn’t another option, Durgesh. Nādirah Moåīn wants to suck me and being an ardent Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān I can’t allow her. It’s a sin in Islam. Gunāh-e-åzīm.”
“And you kiss her Musalmān Cunt, lick her, tongue fuck her even. Isn’t it a sin too in Islam? Gunāh-e-åzīm?” I asked Muħammad Zahīr sarcastically.
“Durgesh, I couldn’t satisfy her sexually. It was so shameful to me that I tried to finger fuck her. Nādirah Moåīn was too angry to allow me to finger fuck her. She asked me to kiss and lick her Musalmān Cunt to bring her to her orgasm. It was our Shab-e-Ůrūsī, our golden night. I didn’t want to leave her unsatisfied. I tongue fucked her.”
“You always tongue fuck her when you can’t satisfy her?”
“What the hell anything else can I do?” Muħammad Zahīr said desperately.
“Muħammad Zahīr, why can’t you satisfy her sexually? Are you impotent?”
“Certainly not, certainly not. But don’t have enough sexual lust to meet hers.”
“It’s only a psychological problem and…”
“It’s a religious problem.” Muħammad Zahīr interrupted me.
I looked at him stunned.
“What the hell. You want to say Islam doesn’t tell you to satisfy your own wife sexually?” I asked furiously at length.
“Please, don’t get me wrong, Durgesh. It says. Islam tells us Musalmīn to satisfy our Musalmān wives sexually but there’s a limit of every thing after all.”
“What do you mean?”
“I’m helpless in tongue fucking her, but I’m not helpless in allowing her to suck me too.”
“Why not?”
“I’m already suffering from immense guilt. I can’t afford to do one more sin. My heart would fail.”
“I see.” I eyed him scornfully, “Your heart would fail if you allow her to suck you, but your heart would never fail if you allow her to suck me?”
Muħammad Zahīr watched me scornfully himself.
“What’s the matter? Aren’t you already fucking most of the extremely beautiful Musalmān houseladies of your other Musalmān friends? What the hell is new I’m asking you to do for me?”
“Nothing.” I said bitterly, “Go ahead. Tell your wife, my Nādirah Moåīn Bhābhījān, she can suck me. Okay? Pleased now? Now, will you please get out of my room?”
Muħammad Zahīr smiled.
“Sorry Durgesh, thank you. But you must have realized until now, even much before, very much before it, you are not born to maintain any platonic relationship whatsoever with any woman that’s beautiful enough to desire you.”
I was stunned again.
“What? You mean, you mean Nādirah Moåīn Bhābhījān herself asked you to allow her to suck me?”
Muħammad Zahīr laughed ironically.
“Truth is stranger than fiction, Durgesh. Isn’t it?”
“Well, I’ll be damned.”
“She is tired of my tongue fucking now too. She needs the real thing now, your Uncut Hindu Lund, between her immensely beautiful Musalmān legs.” Muħammad Zahīr laughed bitterly, “Congratulations.”*

Nādirah Moåīn grinned.
“I’ll do it,”
She turned my face towards hers and spoke. “Darling, you have to lose weight and you have to stop being so stubborn about it. So, your daughter and I decided to figure out a way to help you. The only thing you love more than learning and reading is sex, am I right?”
She was.
Nādirah Moåīn and Muħammad Zahīr were very passionate people and were even more passionate in the first few years after Tahajjud Zahīr was born.
They were even swingers for a while, enjoying “the lifestyle” until they simply got too busy with their careers and the raising of a child.
“So, darling, we have a proposition of a highly sexual nature. The more my Musalmān ladyfriends you fuck, the more sex you get from us too. For my every 5 Musalmān ladyfriends you fuck, you can have me ─ OR Tahajjud Zahīr ─ for one night of sex with no rules. Anything goes. For my every 10 Musalmān ladyfriends you fuck, you can have the both of us. We’ll dress like this for you, we’ll be your slaves for the night ─ anything, understand?”
I looked over at Tahajjud Zahīr and she barely blinked.
I thought this might be some crazy practical joke but they were serious.
“Babe, I can’t do that with Tahajjud Zahīr ─ that’s incest!” I protested.
“Oh, screw that,” Nādirah Moåīn laughed. “I’ve seen Tahajjud Zahīr checking you out and I don’t blame her ─ she’s gorgeous. You are already having sex with countless Musalmān Ammīs and their daughters, what’s new there for you, Hindu Sex god?”
“Naughty daddy,” Tahajjud Zahīr giggled and snuggled in closer. “Ammī told me that a few months ago when we’d both had a bit too much wine. She thought that I’d freak out but I told her that I thought I had a wonderful Hindu father who drop-dead sexy. We started talking and over time, we worked out this little scheme. Now Daddy, are you going to be the smart man I think you are and take us up on the offer or are you going to continue hating to have sex with us so called Musalmān stepdaughters you have? Nonsense, most of your Musalmān stepdaughters and Musalmān stepsisters are already now your ever successful ever faithful Musalmān wives and you are still talking of incest with us. The hell with your ever irrational sexual Hindu ethics.”
This was, in so many words, an offer “too good to refuse”.
I shook my head and saw the faces of my friend, Muħammad Zahīr’s wife, Nādirah Moåīn, and her daughter brighten.
“Good choice,” Nādirah Moåīn said, giving me a happy nod. “We’re going to show you just what kind of things you can expect once you start fucking my needy ravenous Musalmān ladyfriends. Come here, Tahajjud Zahīr sweetheart.”
I watched in amazement as my friend, Muħammad Zahīr’s daughter, Tahajjud Zahīr, left my side and joined her mother.
They started kissing and it was the damned sexiest thing I had ever seen between them.
I reached for Tahajjud Zahīr and she stopped kissing her Ammī for a minute.
“Uh-uh Daddy, you don’t get me until you fuck those first 5 Musalmān ladyfriends of my Ammī. You can fuck Ammī if she wants to let you, but I’m saving my body as your reward. You can watch a preview of what you might see if you fuck 10 though.”
I saw my friend, Muħammad Zahīr’s daughter, Tahajjud Zahīr, remove my friend, Muħammad Zahīr’s wife, Nādirah Moåīn’s dainty lingerie and crawl between her legs.
She started eating her Ammī’s pussy and it didn’t look like a first-time thing either.
She laved my friend, Muħammad Zahīr’s wife, Nādirah Moåīn’s pussy with a skill that made me understand she’d been with other women before ─ had it been one of her girlfriends or with Nādirah Moåīn?
I really didn’t care and my Uncut Hindu Cock was rock-hard.
After they made love for a few minutes, my friend, Muħammad Zahīr’s wife, Nādirah Moåīn, returning her daughter’s favors, she took favour on me and gave me one of the best blow jobs she had ever treated me to.
I slept like a rock that night and with a huge smile on my face.*
The next morning, I just had toast and a half grapefruit for breakfast, along with coffee.
It took me about 2 weeks to fuck the initial 5 Musalmān ladyfriends of Nādirah Moåīn.
Nādirah Moåīn and Tahajjud Zahīr were ear-to-ear grins when I fucked Nādirah Moåīn’s five Musalmān ladyfriends.
Tahajjud Zahīr raced upstairs and I looked at Nādirah Moåīn.
“Are you sure you really want to do this?” I asked her, giving her a chance to back out. “I’ll continue with fucking your Musalmān ladyfriends anyway, you know once I start something, I finish it.”
Nādirah Moåīn slapped my Uncut Hindu Prick.
“Don’t be an idiot, my daughter wants you to fuck her. She’s a gorgeous young thing and if you pass that up, I’m taking your place. Go upstairs and screw my little girl and be noisy. When I take you to bed tonight, I’m going to see if I can be just as noisy as she’ll probably be.”
Being a “man of size” meant climbing stairs got me winded most times, but I think I may have neared my friend, Muħammad Zahīr’s daughter, Tahajjud Zahīr’s speed when climbing.
I went to my bedroom until I heard Tahajjud Zahīr say “In here, Daddy.”
My friend, Muħammad Zahīr’s daughter, Tahajjud Zahīr, was in her own room and that made me pause for a minute.
Could I really go through with this?
When I entered her room, my question was answered.
Tahajjud Zahīr was sitting in her favorite chair, the one she used to sit in when I’d read her bedtime stories.
She had looked so innocent and sweet as a child, but no longer.
She had now styled her hair and put on a bit of makeup.
She was wearing a wild black body stocking and black high heels with gold earrings and the necklace Nādirah Moåīn had bought her for her 18th birthday.
If I had any doubts about fucking my friend, Muħammad Zahīr’s daughter, Tahajjud Zahīr, they vanished in an instant.
“Do I look sexy, Daddy?” Tahajjud Zahīr asked, standing up.
The body stocking left nothing to the imagination, it was sheer where it needed to be and had an opening at her extremely beautiful tight Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy.
I could fuck her while she wore it if I so desired.
In heels, she was close to my height.
Tahajjud Zahīr threw her arms around me.
“I’m going to be a total slut for you tonight Daddy, if that’s what you want. I’ll suck your Uncut Hindu Cock and you can fuck me from behind or I’ll be on top ─ whatever. I’m honoring my promise, Daddy. Tonight, you get anything you want. But go easy on me Daddy, I’m not as strong as you are.”
I decided to test that out for the rest of the evening.
I picked up my friend, Muħammad Zahīr’s, slender daughter and carried her to the bed.
The thought of fucking his sexy baby girl on her own bed was kinky enough to get me half-way stiff already.
I began removing my clothes and Tahajjud Zahīr smiled with every article I took off.
“You’ve still got superb muscles, Daddy,” she smiled at me. “You’re going to be quite the Hindu stud when you fuck all the needy ravenous Musalmān ladyfriends of my Ammī. I may not want to stop fucking you by then, Ammī might have a bit of competition.”
I hadn’t thought about that until that moment.
Once I fucked all the needy ravenous Musalmān ladyfriends of Nādirah Moåīn, would I still be able to fuck both of these women or would life return to normal?
I shunted that thought to one side and let my friend, Muħammad Zahīr’s daughter, Tahajjud Zahīr, crawl on top of me.
“Kiss my extremely beautiful tight Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy, Durgesh darling,” she grinned. “Kiss my fucking cuntand then I’ll take you halfway around the world and back. I’m a great fuck Durgesh darling, you’re about to find that out. Even though I’m still a virgin.”
My friend, Muħammad Zahīr’s daughter, Tahajjud Zahīr’s lurid comments were better than Viagra, but it was her body that was the real turn-on.
Easily as beautiful as her still-sexy Ammī, Tahajjud Zahīr’s extremely beautiful tight Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy was shaved and tasty.
I kissed it from top to bottom and could have kept going all night if she hadn’t fallen away from me, gasping for air.
“Allah Allah! Måshā Allah! Subħān Allah! Oh my GOD, Durgesh darling, you are wonderful,” Tahajjud Zahīr panted. “I think this deal is gonna be as good for me as it is for you. You made me cum Durgesh darling, you wonderful Hindu fucker of us Musalmān Beauties, us Musalmān houseladies, you made me cum. Now let me see if I can’t do the same thing for you!”
“Hey, you two, you’re making an awful racket!” I heard Nādirah Moåīn call upstairs, teasing us both.
“It’s all our Hindu fucker Durgesh darling’s fault,” Tahajjud Zahīr called back down and then, she moved close to my Uncut Hindu Cock.
She took it in her tiny hand and examined it.
“What a lovely Uncut Hindu Cock Durgesh darling, it’s so thick and firm. I’m just going to make it a bit bigger and then, we can fuck. I’m finally going to fuck my handsome, darling Durgesh darling.”
I remembered what Nādirah Moåīn had said earlier ─ had this all been a ruse so that my friend, Muħammad Zahīr’s wife, Nādirah Moåīn, and daughter could share me?
Who cared?
I was coming out of it on the winning side either way one looked at it.*

My friend’s little girl sucked my Uncut Hindu Cock with gusto and I had to hold off from cumming in her tremendously attractive Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth.
Fortunately, years of practice with her Ammī had taught me a few tricks in that regard.
She pouted a little and then, she went to grab a condom.
“Don’t need those sweetheart, but good for you for thinking of it,” I told her.
She chuckled and nodded.
A few years after she was born, Muħammad Zahīr made sure that Nādirah Moåīn and he couldn’t have any more kids.
My friend, Muħammad Zahīr’s beautiful daughter straddled my waist and then lowered her model-perfect body on to my hard Uncut Hindu Cock.
She pulled the top of the body stocking away and I got to pinch her gorgeous, peach-perfect tits with the coral-pink nipples.
She was sighing and letting out little mewls of pleasure as she rode her horny Durgesh darling.
I was groaning myself because for the first time in over a decade, I was fucking a extremely beautiful tight Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy that didn’t belong to my friend, Muħammad Zahīr’s wife, Nādirah Moåīn, and it was so damned tight!
I spent a few hours in bed with Tahajjud Zahīr and I think she might have learned a few things from me.
I fucked her doggy style and we showered together before I said good night.
I went to my own room, threw on a robe and went downstairs to my friend, Muħammad Zahīr’s wife, Nādirah Moåīn.
She was wearing a very satisfied smirk on her lovely Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān face.
“That was only the beginning,” Nādirah Moåīn chuckled. “Wait until you see what happens when you fuck the next five, we Musalmān Ammī and Musalmān daughter are going to blow your fucking Hindu mind.”
We tried to watch TV for a while but we couldn’t keep it up.
The pair of us were simply too horny.
Nādirah Moåīn and I ended up going upstairs and fucking until 1 AM.
I hadn’t seen my friend, Muħammad Zahīr’s wife, Nādirah Moåīn, this aroused in years.
It was a very bleary-eyed Durgesh who walked to his office the next morning and this time, I was glad of the morning chill.
I think it helped snap me awake.
I saw the smile on Tahajjud Zahīr’s face and once again, I believed she might have known more than she was letting on.*

It took me about 3 weeks to fuck another five Musalmān ladyfriends of Nādirah Moåī.
The girls were practically giddy throughout dinner and we barely made it through the low-fat dessert Nādirah Moåīn had prepared before they ran upstairs.
I loaded the dishwasher while they prepped for me.
I nearly broke a few plates because all I could think about was what was waiting for me upstairs.
Even then, what awaited me surprised me yet again.
My friend, Muħammad Zahīr’s wife, Nādirah Moåīn, was all in black leather, from head to toe.
Her daughter was in white and looked innocent and fresh.
“The little slut told me she’s been fucking my lover,” my friend, Muħammad Zahīr’s wife, Nādirah Moåīn, hissed through clenched teeth. “I told her that it wasn’t fair and she’d have to service me before I let her back in bed with you again. Don’t you think that’s only fair, Durgesh?”
I had no idea my friend, Muħammad Zahīr’s wife, Nādirah Moåīn, had Dom fantasies, none at all.
I nodded and sat in a wingback chair to watch what was going to happen next.
It was then I noticed there was a tiny silver leash attached to a collar around Tahajjud Zahīr’s neck.
The Musalmān girls were going all out; I honestly believed they were having as much fun as I was ─ maybe more!
“Eat my cunt, you bi-sexual, sexy little bitch!” Nādirah Moåīn snarled as her daughter proceeded to do just that.
It was the second time I had seen my friend, Muħammad Zahīr’s daughter, Tahajjud Zahīr, eat extremely beautiful tight Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy and it was just as thrilling as the first.

The two of them really were a whirlwind of blonde hair and sexy, leggy bodies as they girl-fucked.
Nādirah Moåīn stopped short of fucking her little girl with a dildo ─
“She needs a real Uncut Hindu Cock,” Nādirah Moåīn said to me ─ but they did everything else and not once did Tahajjud Zahīr seem to fall out of character.
If there were an Academy Award for sex, my friend, Muħammad Zahīr’s daughter, Tahajjud Zahīr, would have taken home an Oscar.
“Hey, don’t I make the rules around here?” I said to the Musalmān girls. “I know what I want; you two Musalmān whores get over here and give me a double blowjob, right now!” I commanded.
I saw two sets of gleaming blue Musalmān eyes and I knew that I had caught on to their little ploy.
Finally I was getting what I had wanted since the beginning, two sets of Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī ardent Musalmān lips on my Uncut Hindu Cock.
It was really exciting to see my friend, Muħammad Zahīr’s wife, Nādirah Moåīn, and her daughter sharing my Hindu load and knowing that the games had only just begun between us.
Once I had cum, they changed into pretty lingerie and did another set of girl-girl loving for my viewing pleasure.
I was rock-hard in under 15 minutes and when my friend, Muħammad Zahīr’s wife, Nādirah Moåīn, climbed on top of my Uncut Hindu Cock, Tahajjud Zahīr seated herself on my face.
I could easily see my friend, Muħammad Zahīr’s wife, Nādirah Moåīn, and her daughter kissing and fondling as I fucked Nādirah Moåīn.
Nights like this were going to work off even more poundage, I was certain of that.
The next five Musalmān ladyfriends of Nādirah Moåīn led to my having a night of sex with Tahajjud Zahīr that included her first anal.
It’s not really my favorite but she asked me to fuck her gorgeous Musalmān ass.
“It will make me yours completely, Durgesh darling,” she told me with her brilliant Musalmān eyes shining. “You’ll be the only man that will ever have been in all my Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī ardent Musalmān holes.”
She also did a strip tease reminiscent of the Nancy Callahan character in the move SIN CITY.
My friend, Muħammad Zahīr’s daughter, Tahajjud Zahīr, got fucked that night until she howled and she finally passed out from sheer exhaustion.
My friend’s gorgeous Musalmān wife did the rest of the work herself later that night and Tahajjud Zahīr wasn’t the only one to be exhausted that night.
I could not go to work the next morning.
I needed to sleep more, but even that was entirely embedded into Tahajjud Zahīr’s tight beautiful Musalmān Cunt.
“Getting worn out at home, boss?” Åādilah laughed as she handed me a juice.
More than ever, I was certain she knew what was going on.
It was hard to concentrate on writing when I had two sexy wild Musalmān women living with me and another just inside my office.
The next threesome confirmed something I’d suspected all along.
After we’d finished dinner, the Musalmān girls went upstairs.
I was just reading when the doorbell rang. There stood Åādilah Nadīm in a white trench coat.
“The girls said they might need backup tonight, boss,” she giggled as she opened the coat. The sexy Musalmān brunette was wearing just a tiny peek-a-boo bra and thong with heels.
She went upstairs and I could hear delighted squeals and soon, moans.
I thought this was supposed to be MY party, so I hightailed it up there to see Nādirah Moåīn screwing Åādilah Nadīm with a dildo while she was eating Tahajjud Zahīr.
It turned out my friend, Muħammad Zahīr’s daughter, Tahajjud Zahīr, had been having a lesbian affair with Åādilah Nadīm months before all of this had started.
I still don’t know if they included Nādirah Moåīn or if that all happened later and I don’t care.
I only cared that my stiff Uncut Hindu Cock got a lot of action that night and at work the next day, I fucked Åādilah Nadīm on our lunch break.
It’s been over two years now since all of this began.
I’ve fucked almost 80 Musalmān ladyfriends of Nādirah Moåīn and still screwing my friend, Muħammad Zahīr’s daughter, Tahajjud Zahīr, and wife and Åādilah Nadīm, as well as some of Åādilah Nadīm’s friends, Tahajjud Zahīr’s college classmates and a few of Nādirah Moåīn’s single or divorced friends also well.
The sexual activities didn’t stop once I achieved my goal even.
Well, I knew it already.
It wasn’t any news to me, however.

Chapter 31
————————————————-
1. More Creative Adult Sex in English from Durgesh

2.Durgesh in Hindi/Urdu

3. Science Fiction

4. On History

5. Commentary on Ved

6. On Hinduism

7. On Islam