Sāimah Arzumand felt deep down she’d behaved terribly.
For the last few months, Sāimah Arzumand had been sleeping with her adopted Hindu son, Durgesh.
The sad part, according to her, was that although Sāimah Arzumand was emotionally conflicted, Sāimah Arzumand just couldn’t help herself and not even intended to stop either.
Hell, how could she imagine an utmost experienced man of sixty-three years might be her son while Sāimah Arzumand was only forty three now?
Only because her husband, Al Muħammad Al Qāsim, had adopted him?
And why the hell he allowed his real daughter Al Zakāt Al Qāsim to have live in relationship with Durgesh if Durgesh was his legally adopted son?
It began just about 11 months ago.
At the time, Sāimah Arzumand was a pretty typical career woman of 42, divorced for nine years.
Sāimah Arzumand’s job as a junior executive kept her busy and, as a result, Sāimah Arzumand did not have much time for dating.
In fact, Sāimah Arzumand had not been on a date in almost two years.
However, it was not that Sāimah Arzumand didn’t long for male companionship.
I was home from office for Eīdul Fitr break and had picked up some odd hours working at a local hardware megastore.
The megastore was run by a Musalmān Beauty of mine.
I wanted to help her.
Sāimah Arzumand had been keeping crazy hours herself on an assignment, so Sāimah Arzumand didn’t get to spend as much time with me as Sāimah Arzumand would have liked.
Sāimah Arzumand’s team and Sāimah Arzumand finally wrapped up the project and made their presentation to senior management, which could not have gone any better.
Sāimah Arzumand’s lady boss was very pleased by the outcome.
Since she knew how many hours Sāimah Arzumand had been putting in, she told Sāimah Arzumand to go home early and relax for a change.
Sāimah Arzumand had been so nervous about the meeting, she barely slept the evening before, and so getting released at one o’clock on a Friday was just what the doctor ordered.
Sāimah Arzumand drove home with the top down, one of the perks of living in Arizona during the winter.
Sāimah Arzumand was feeling somewhat giddy, pleased with herself, and couldn’t wait to tell me about her success.
Sāimah Arzumand also made a mental note to call Sāimah Arzumand’s daughter, Al Nafīsah Al Qāsim, as she knew she’d want to know.
Al Nafīsah Al Qāsim was thirty-six year younger than Durgesh, only twenty-seven now, and had married her high school sweetheart only a year after graduation.
Her husband Shāhid Nadīm took a job in another state.
Sāimah Arzumand rarely saw her and missed her greatly.
When Sāimah Arzumand arrived home, Sāimah Arzumand saw another car in Sāimah Arzumand’s spot on the driveway, and realized it belonged to my girlfriend, Nauhīd Rizwānah.
Sāimah Arzumand parked on the street and headed in to share the good news.
Sāimah Arzumand walked around the house and didn’t see anyone.
She looked out the kitchen window towards their pool.
To say Sāimah Arzumand was shocked by what Sāimah Arzumand saw would be a huge understatement!
Nauhīd Rizwānah was lying on her back on a chaise lounge, her legs spread wide, completely naked.
I, equally bare, was on my knees between her legs, obviously kissing her sex.
I was 63 at the time.
Sāimah Arzumand had long known I was no virgin, but Sāimah Arzumand just never imagined me doing something like that in Sāimah Arzumand’s own backyard.
Nauhīd Rizwānah had her hands on top of my head.
Sāimah Arzumand could just make out whimpering sounds through the open window.
My waist was moving and it looked like I was fucking her as I worked my Uncut Hindu Prick.
As shocked as Sāimah Arzumand was, Sāimah Arzumand couldn’t turn her eyes away.
Part of her wanted to run outside and put a stop the lewd display and part of her wanted to turn her heels and run away, yet there Sāimah Arzumand stood.
Sāimah Arzumand moved to the side a bit to hide herself as best she could, but even then, Sāimah Arzumand watched with rapt attention.
It was the great Durgesh.
Making love to one of his horniest Musalmān Beauties openly.
What a man.
What a man.
Never ashamed of anything he did.
Even though Sāimah Arzumand had enjoyed a decent sex life, Sāimah Arzumand would not have called it remotely adventurous.
On a couple of occasions, Sāimah Arzumand may have done some heavy petting outdoors, but nothing like what Nauhīd Rizwānah, my girlfriend and I were doing so openly.
Sāimah Arzumand had never even viewed a porn video.
This was the first time Sāimah Arzumand had ever actually seen someone making love.
As weird as it was to watch my girlfriend, Nauhīd Rizwānah, and me, a titillating thrill ran though Sāimah Arzumand’s body at Sāimah Arzumand’s overt voyeurism.
Nauhīd Rizwānah’s groans began to get louder and her hips began rolling back and forth, pressing into my waist.
Under other circumstances, Sāimah Arzumand would have been worried about the neighbors overhearing, but at that moment, Sāimah Arzumand was getting desperate to see more so Sāimah Arzumand really didn’t care.
My waist moved faster as Sāimah Arzumand was sure I sensed Nauhīd Rizwānah’s urgency.
Sāimah Arzumand stood rooted to the ground, knowing Sāimah Arzumand was actually about to see another woman cum for the first time.
Sāimah Arzumand hated to admit it, but at that moment Sāimah Arzumand’s blood was flowing like never before and Sāimah Arzumand’s Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy was getting warm and wet.
The sight was so intoxicating.
Nauhīd Rizwānah’s taut young Musalmān body was glistening with sweat as she rode my Uncut Hindu Lund.
It had been ages since Sāimah Arzumand had been fucked.
Sāimah Arzumand immensely realized how the hell she missed it.
Sāimah Arzumand found herself feeling jealous of Nauhīd Rizwānah and the attention Nauhīd Rizwānah was obviously enjoying.
Sāimah Arzumand couldn’t help but grasp her skirt and drag it up her legs.
An instant later, Sāimah Arzumand’s right palm was pressed between Sāimah Arzumand’s legs, as she began diddling her sex.
Truth be told, Sāimah Arzumand did masturbate fairly regularly, but Sāimah Arzumand had never done it in the kitchen, and certainly never while watching something like that.
Just seconds after Sāimah Arzumand started touching herself, Nauhīd Rizwānah arched her back and thrust her crotch into my Uncut Hindu Lund as she came with a roar.
Sāimah Arzumand had never before even contemplated another woman’s orgasm, but she really looked lovely in the throes of passion.
Her cheeks were flushed and her eyes had rolled back in her head, clearly basking in the sensations.
Sāimah Arzumand’s fingers quickened as Sāimah Arzumand stroked her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy with a fever she never would have expected.
Sāimah Arzumand wondered if the show was over or if there was an act two Sāimah Arzumand could take in.
The display was driving Sāimah Arzumand crazy with desire.
After Nauhīd Rizwānah relaxed back onto the lounge, I got to my feet and stood next to her.
My left side was towards Sāimah Arzumand.
Instantly Sāimah Arzumand’s eyes were drawn to my Hindu groin.
My Uncut Hindu Cock was fully erect, standing almost directly upright from my crotch.
Sāimah Arzumand had not seen me naked since she hated me that I fucked the poor Musalmān Beauties.
Poor Musalmān Beauties needed sex their Musalmān mankind never provided them under this or that pretext.
Durgesh and the other sex maniac Hindus always took advantage of them.
Sāimah Arzumand never liked that.
I was clearly larger than Sāimah Arzumand’s ex-husband, Al Muħammad Al Qāsim, and even bigger than the other three men Sāimah Arzumand had been with, in Sāimah Arzumand’s life.
It was not obscenely large, but appeared to be at least eight inches from where Sāimah Arzumand stood.
Sāimah Arzumand instantly wondered what it would feel like buried inside Sāimah Arzumand.
Allah, what the hell was Sāimah Arzumand thinking.
I said something to Nauhīd Rizwānah that Sāimah Arzumand could not make out.
Then I reached my strong Hindu arms under her nude Musalmān legs and back and easily lifted her off the lounge.
A moment later, I tossed her shrieking into the pool.
Nauhīd Rizwānah landed with a splash and Sāimah Arzumand wondered if Sāimah Arzumand should run before being found out.
I moved to the edge of the pool and sat down facing Sāimah Arzumand.
My feet dangled in the water, and my legs were spread wide, opening my superb legendary Hindu crotch to Sāimah Arzumand’s gaze.
I had a big smile on my face, and Sāimah Arzumand could see my Uncut Hindu Penis was still hard as a rock.
Sāimah Arzumand heard me say,
“Get over here you Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān bitch, time to suck my Uncut Hindu Cock.”
Sāimah Arzumand was shocked by my boldness, but also felt a shiver run through her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān body.
For years, Sāimah Arzumand had fantasized about being taken by a demanding man, being forced to submit to her every whim.
Sāimah Arzumand’s Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy was literally flowing and Sāimah Arzumand’s little panties were soaking wet.
Allah, my God, Rabbil åālmīn.
Nauhīd Rizwānah paddled her way toward me until she stood before me in waist-deep water.
Her body blocked Sāimah Arzumand’s view of my proud Uncut Hindu Cock, but when she leaned over it didn’t take a rocket scientist to figure out what Nauhīd Rizwānah was doing.
Sāimah Arzumand could see her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān head moving up and down, and knew she must have taken me in her ardent Musalmān mouth.
I had one arm on the deck for balance while the other rubbed the back of my Musalmān girlfriend’s head.
I began mouthing encouragement to her.
Sāimah Arzumand could barely make out what I was saying.
So Sāimah Arzumand moved closer to the window.
“That’s it baby, suck My Uncut Hindu Cock you little Musalmān slut,” I told her, and Sāimah Arzumand felt Sāimah Arzumand’s knees go weak.
All of Sāimah Arzumand’s previous lovers had treated her with such kid gloves.
Sāimah Arzumand was ashamed of her to tell them she longed to be treated like a dirty Musalmān girl, just how I was treating Nauhīd Rizwānah.
Allah, what a man.
He knows very well what his woman wants from him when.
She needs Durgesh.
Sāimah Arzumand needs Durgesh.
Sāimah Arzumand had never fantasized about me before that moment, but Sāimah Arzumand now wondered what it would be like to be in Nauhīd Rizwānah’s place.
The idea of having my large Uncut Hindu Cock in Sāimah Arzumand’s Musalmān mouth, sucking me hard as I called Sāimah Arzumand names, made Sāimah Arzumand amazingly hot.
Sāimah Arzumand had never really enjoyed giving head, but Sāimah Arzumand was filled with great desire, almost a need, to do just that.
Sāimah Arzumand’s tongue circled Sāimah Arzumand’s lips as she imagined running it across my hard Hindu shaft.
Sāimah Arzumand’s hand still moving against the folds of Sāimah Arzumand’s sex.
Within seconds, Sāimah Arzumand was in the throes of an orgasm, and Sāimah Arzumand had to grab the countertop to keep from falling over.
As Sāimah Arzumand’s head cleared a bit post-climax, Sāimah Arzumand felt guilt, but not enough to look away.
In for a penny, in for a pound, Sāimah Arzumand figured, and desperately wanted to know what, if anything would happen next.
I grabbed a fistful of Nauhīd Rizwānah’s hair and began thrusting my hips towards her.
I was mumbling something Sāimah Arzumand could not make out, but imagined I was telling her what a little slut Nauhīd Rizwānah was.
In spite of Sāimah Arzumand’s orgasm, Sāimah Arzumand’s fingers slowly moved across Sāimah Arzumand’s overheated sex as Sāimah Arzumand reveled in the show the ashvinātam lovers were putting on.
Sāimah Arzumand couldn’t help but stare at my handsome Hindu face.
Sāimah Arzumand had long known I was a handsome man, but until that time, she had never really seen what a powerful looking man too I was.
With my still dark hair and eyes, the still high cheekbones, I looked like a Greek god to Sāimah Arzumand.
She could see my muscular Hindu arms holding my Musalmān girlfriend’s beautiful head while my solid Hindu chest glistened with sweat or cocoa butter.
Allah, Durgesh was turning Sāimah Arzumand on, as Sāimah Arzumand had never been before.
Sāimah Arzumand was literally praying I’d see her orgasm, wanting me to enjoy the moment as much as Sāimah Arzumand was herself.
This was a new territory for Sāimah Arzumand completely.
Before long, I removed my arm from the deck and engulfed Nauhīd Rizwānah’s head in both palms.
From our movements, I appeared to be fucking her face.
The look on my face was one she’d never seen before.
I was gritting my teeth, obviously enjoying what Nauhīd Rizwānah was doing to me.
Only moments later Sāimah Arzumand heard me grunting as my body convulsed, and Sāimah Arzumand instantly knew I was emptying into Nauhīd Rizwānah’s mouth.
Sāimah Arzumand’s second orgasm in only minutes washed over her as Sāimah Arzumand watched me cum.
Sāimah Arzumand had never seen anything remotely that erotic, and Sāimah Arzumand was driven over the edge.
Never would Sāimah Arzumand have imagined being so turned on by viewing me get off, yet turned on Sāimah Arzumand was.
Sāimah Arzumand found herself gasping to catch her breath.
Sāimah Arzumand’s fingers were soaked in her juices and Sāimah Arzumand’s legs were weak.
Sāimah Arzumand was conflicted, partially wanting to stay to see if something else might happen between my girl and me and partially needing to get away before being found in such a compromising position.
Sāimah Arzumand’s levelheaded side won out and Sāimah Arzumand removed her hand from Sāimah Arzumand’s overheated sex.
We had not moved.
Sāimah Arzumand quickly rinsed off her hands in the sink and made a beeline for her car.
Sāimah Arzumand drove away literally numb, almost as if she’d had too much to drink.
Sāimah Arzumand had no idea where Sāimah Arzumand was going.
Sāimah Arzumand just had to get away.
Somehow, Sāimah Arzumand ended up in the parking lot of their local mall, but was too afraid to go inside as it was filled with holiday shoppers.
Sāimah Arzumand’s panties were so wet Sāimah Arzumand was sure Sāimah Arzumand probably had a stain on her skirt.
Moreover, Sāimah Arzumand suspected that she smelled like a whorehouse.
As Sāimah Arzumand sat there in silence, she could not get the images of Nauhīd Rizwānah and mine out of her head.
Sāimah Arzumand felt ashamed of her that she’d intruded on an intimate moment between us, yet much more so for what Sāimah Arzumand had done.
Sāimah Arzumand had actually rubbed herself off to not one but two orgasms as Sāimah Arzumand watched me make love with my Musalmān girlfriend.
Depraved does not do justice to how Sāimah Arzumand felt about herself, yet the more she thought about what she had witnessed, the more turned on Sāimah Arzumand became.
Sāimah Arzumand wondered what we did after she left.
Did I fuck Nauhīd Rizwānah?
Did I pound her petite Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān body with my hard Uncut Hindu Cock?
Try as she may, Sāimah Arzumand could not get the pictures out of her mind.
Sāimah Arzumand found herself scanning the parking lot to see if anyone was near.
Looking back now, Sāimah Arzumand tells herself that it must have been momentary insanity, but Sāimah Arzumand lifted her skirt up a bit and eased her legs open.
Trying to appear as inconspicuous as possible, Sāimah Arzumand snaked her hand under her skirt and once again touched her womanhood.
Sāimah Arzumand’s mind replayed a nonstop highlight reel of not only what Sāimah Arzumand had seen, but of other things, we may have done since she’d left.
Sāimah Arzumand saw my Uncut Hindu Lund inside Nauhīd Rizwānah’s Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy, and Sāimah Arzumand wondered how she felt.
To Sāimah Arzumand’s own shock, Sāimah Arzumand also wondered how I tasted.
Would I taste differently than Al Muħammad Al Qāsim did?
Sāimah Arzumand was in such a state of sexual bliss; Sāimah Arzumand didn’t even realize it when she brought her sticky fingers up to her mouth to lick them.
Is this what Nauhīd Rizwānah tasted when I loved her?
And what did I taste like, Sāimah Arzumand mused, Sāimah Arzumand’s only adopted son?
Of thirty-six years?
Well, Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan claimed it.
Of sixty three years?
That was what I claimed myself.
Sāimah Arzumand’s fingers ran in and out of Sāimah Arzumand’s mouth as if Sāimah Arzumand was sucking my hard Uncut Hindu Cock itself.
Sāimah Arzumand was lost in the moment.
Sāimah Arzumand’s mind and body had entered a place Sāimah Arzumand had never been before.
Sāimah Arzumand felt yet another climax coming on.
Sāimah Arzumand’s fingers returned to Sāimah Arzumand’s Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy and she began stroking furiously, not even caring that Sāimah Arzumand was in a public parking lot.
The orgasm that hit Sāimah Arzumand was even greater than those Sāimah Arzumand had experienced in Sāimah Arzumand’s kitchen earlier.
For the first time in Sāimah Arzumand’s life, Sāimah Arzumand felt like a complete slut, and to her most amazing surprise, Sāimah Arzumand loved it.
After Sāimah Arzumand regained a measure of composure, she left the mall and went on a long drive.
Sāimah Arzumand found it hard to shake the images troubling Sāimah Arzumand’s mind, but after an hour of wandering, turned Sāimah Arzumand’s car towards home.
It was almost five o’clock.
Naturally, Sāimah Arzumand assumed Nauhīd Rizwānah and I would have finished our interlude and would be respectful, if we were even home at all.
When Sāimah Arzumand finally arrived back home, Sāimah Arzumand was relieved to find the driveway empty of both cars.
The thought of facing me was daunting as Sāimah Arzumand was just sure her face would somehow portray either guilt or lust.
She didn’t want me to see either.
Al Muħammad Al Qāsim had immense faith in me.
I was even investigating his so-called murder.
Was Al Muħammad Al Qāsim really murdered by Muħammad Ibrāhīm?
Sāimah Arzumand couldn’t believe it.
Sāimah Arzumand almost ran inside to get out of her clothes and into the shower to wash away all signs of her sins.
Sāimah Arzumand’s body tingled all over as the water cascaded over her and she caressed her sensitive skin.