After slowly recovering from this magnificent lovemaking, I slowly put Arzumand Jahāngīr down kissing her, loving her.
“I never purchase any land in Ved Nagar. HVSI did it.” I smiled.
Our bodies were still wet and our hearts were racing.
Arzumand Jahāngīr reached up to stroke my face as I looked down at her.
“Aren’t you the lifelong Chairman of HVSI?”
“Of course, I am.” I smiled cunningly.
She knew if we ever had to end our relationship, she’d never be able to share another moment so special like this one with anyone else.
“Then why don’t you acknowledge your defeat?”
“Arzumand Jahāngīr, only because you are the top student of London School of Business, you aren’t capable enough to understand my Business Strategies.”
“Hasn’t HVSI lost Rs. One hundred crore more for the land it purchased today in auction?”
“According to its present value, isn’t it?”
“You can’t imagine its future value HVSI is planning to give it.”
“After that, it’d pay HVSI so many hundred crores more we couldn’t have gotten if that particular land was not ours.”
“What do you mean?”
“You are pleasuring yourself thinking you’ve made me pay Rs. One hundred crore more. I’m pleasuring myself thinking I’ve secured so many hundred crores more for HVSI. Paying only one hundred crore more for them is too shrewd for the rest of the Business community to understand.” I smiled triumphantly.
Arzumand Jahāngīr smiled ironically.
“You are trying to save your face, Durgesh darling, the Supreme Business Tycoon. I sympathize with you.”
“That’s keeping you all the Business Community too satisfied and happy to watch me now for my new Business Games I’m playing behind it.”*
Business Today Karachi had published that Arzumand Jahāngīr had successfully defeated me.
Yet, the other Business Dailies doubted my ostensible defeat.
‘Durgesh is too shrewd a businessman to be defeated so easily. There must be some hidden business strategy they are still unable to understand.’
“My child, you’ve successfully broken the pride of Durgesh the so called Supreme Business Tycoon, the multi zillionaire.”
Arzumand Jahāngīr was not so sure now.
“Abbū, thank you very much. But now I myself doubt my so-called victory on Durgesh. It was too easy to be genuine, I think now.”
Salīm Jahangīr laughed.
“Durgesh is dangerous.”
“Not to his women, you stupid.” Salīm Jahangīr laughed, “I wasn’t born yesterday. I know very well how to protect my daughter from the ever shrewdest businessman Durgesh.” He winked at his extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān wife.*
My master plan overall had to be carried out quietly.
The minute I tried to blueprint my plans, it might defeat its own purpose.
Prices of the properties I hoped to acquire might go up beyond all reasons.
There were so many anti humanity forces that didn’t want HVSI win the battle.
All of them had their own selfish stakes.
The interests of HVSI were always against them.
It wasn’t anything that could be explained publicly.
It was detrimental to the business.
I intended to address the stockholders’ meeting.
There was entire Ārsh Sadan to support me.
Yet, what about the small stockholders?
The ones who had put some thousands of Rupees here, some thousands of Rupees there?
Weren’t they the stockholders that concededly wanted profit and action?
They didn’t know how to do business successfully.
Neither, they wanted to know it ever.
The only thing they wanted foolishly was profit and action.
I folded the newspaper, switched out lights.
I was heading for the door, when the phone rang.
I answered it.
There was some woman on the other side.
Her voice was fascinating.
Yet there was something in it that carried its own warning.
It was too syrupy smooth.
I felt I’d certainly heard it before.
“The same.” I smiled, “May I ask who is it honoring me now?”
“Come and have the full honor.” She smiled seductively, “I must see you. I have some secret information that will be of the greatest value to you.”
“I’m waiting here. Please come to let me give you proper response.” I smiled artfully.
“Shaguftah Rashīd for you.”
“I don’t think I place you.”
“You don’t know me.”
“Then honor me to let me know you personally.”
The voice of Shaguftah Rashīd grew more seductive.
“That’s why I want to meet you privately, alone, somewhere where no one will know.”
“He is capable.”
“What do you mean?”
“He is criminal minded and I suspect he is a criminal himself.”
“Want to cuckold him?”
“Why not?” Shaguftah Rashīd beamed, “It would serve the bastard right.”
“Come on. I already have a great erection for you.”
“I don’t think it would be safe. Let’s see each other at Hindu Lund Muslim Choot International Club.”
“Done. See you my darling.”*
Shaguftah Rashīd smiled.
“Thank you. Go there. Register there for masked fucking.”
“That’s very good.” I beamed, “How old are you, Shaguftah Rashīd?”
Shaguftah Rashīd smirked.
“Can’t wait even until you see me yourself?”
“Nonsense! Sālī, you’ve already hardened me enough to fuck you forever.”
“I’m honored. Thank you very much for behaving with me so nice.”
“It’s my pleasure, my dear.”
“I thought you’d be cautious enough to meet me.”
Shaguftah Rashīd laughed.
“I know I do live in a glass house always with my Musalmān Beauties. Their ever jealous Musalmān husbands and other over zealous Musalmān brethren are always after us. Poor stupids don’t know they risk their ever certain cuckolding for coming between their Musalmān houseladies and me.”
Muslim, hai yeh sazā tujhé, mujhko pasand hai.”
I laughed too.
“I appreciate the spirit, my darling.”
“I can’t talk with you now any longer without making my Musalmān husband suspicious. And dangerous consequently. I don’t think it would be wise. I want to see you. I want you to fuck me to degrade my criminal minded Musalmān husband. I’m married to him only because we were Muslims. There was no question of him being a noble man too.”
“We Musalmān Beauties are grateful to you, Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties! Deeply indebted for the social service you are providing in this way to us Musalmān Beauties.”
‘N’ yé divah pr’thivyā antamāpurn māyābhirdhandām paryabhūvan,
Yujam vajram vr’shbhashchakr indro nirjyotishā tamso gā aduxat.’
‘The persons that didn’t reach the end of celestial bodies and earth, neither chagrined by prudences the one that gives wealth all over. Vr’shabh did vajr to ‘yuj’. The controller of organs continuously milked the cows of darkness, with light.’
Shaguftah Rashīd smiled.
“We appreciate the concern, Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties! But not only have our appreciation we to offer to our Muħsin-e-Åāzam, Muħsin-e-Muslimāt. I have information too you should have. It is the information that you must have to protect the stockholders, protect us Musalmān Beauties, protect yourself, and save HVSI for the welfare of entire humankind. Imām Muħammad Ħasan hasn’t only succeeded in penetrating our safest fort of HVSI through some of us foolish Musalmān Beauties, he has even more proxies than you estimate. You’ve succeeded in cuckolding him, but he has accepted his cuckolding as his inevitable fate. It has made Imām Muħammad Ħasan even ever more perilous than you think.”
“Imām Muħammad Ħasan is a very dangerous antagonist now to us Musalmān Beauties as well as to you Hindus too. He is against his own daughter, Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan’s movements ‘Cuckold your Musalmān husband’, Al Jihād fil Durgesh fī sabīlillāh, Hindu Lund Muslim Choot International Club, Ashvinātam Gangbang Club etcetera. He is fighting desperately to control HVSI too, at least as much as he can.”
“You have to start a counter campaign.”
“Chahat uđāvani phūnki pahāđū?”
“I’m sorry I couldn’t follow you.”
“He wants to blow away mountain, Himalayas rather, by―”
“Aren’t you underestimating him too much?”
“I don’t think so.” I contradicted Shaguftah Rashīd, “Rather I think you are making a mountain out of a molehill.”
“I appreciate your self confidence yet―”
“Let’s meet. There are certain matters I can’t discuss over the mobile.”
“I can understand. I’m not dumb enough not to appreciate your position.”
“That’s very noble of you. But there are also certain matters that are not apt to be discussed in the media. The stockholders have to have faith in someone, after all. If they don’t understand it they might wind up in financial gutter even. Their holdings have multiplied so many times in value during the past years in my management. I’ve every reason to believe they’ll continue to climb, and―”
“Allah, Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties!” the melodious female voice exclaimed, “Don’t try to sell me. I’m not imprudent enough not to understand that. Imām Muħammad Ħasan is a crook. He is trying to get at least somewhat control in HVSI. He and his friends are after manipulation of the assets of HVSI. I wouldn’t trust him two feet away for two seconds even. I want you to have the information that I have.”
“I don’t think you do perfectly. If you knew as much as I do, you’d realized that I’m in danger already just talking to you.”
“Allah, don’t act to be so innocent enough that you don’t understand these things perfectly. If you didn’t you weren’t the Supreme Business Tycoon, the multi zillionaire.” Shaguftah Rashīd said angrily, “I’m in danger of getting killed.”
Shaguftah Rashīd slammed up the telephone at her end.*
I sat on my executive chair for some minutes I’ve put the receiver on the cradle.
Shaguftah Rashīd was not her real name, I was sure now.
She was prudent enough not to use it.
Yet, there had been something in her voice, attitude and other things that carried genuineness.
It carried conviction.
I knew the necessity for caution, however.
Imām Muħammad Ħasan could really go to any extent.
Imām Muħammad Ħasan did it publicly proudly even.
Yet I wasn’t sure he never felt his self respect hurt from what he was forced to do by his own Musalmān houseladies, even by his own real daughters too.
We urinated in his mouth.
We used it as our toilet too.
Nafīsah Salmān enjoyed it very much.
But even Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan was not very much against it.
Half a dozen attempts were made to frame me during last two weeks.
I anticipated it.
In every attempt the major players were caught red handed and now they were behind the bars.
I was sixty three already.
I knew very well how they used to play these dirty games.
My infinite Bhogchakr was not letting them succeed even a bit.
They hadn’t any Bhogchakr left to them at all.
Their constant Shaktixaý they were unable to stop as they didn’t even believe in the Shaktipāt Shaktixaý principle.
The conspirators never knew I’d already reported to the higher police authorities and was acting under their constant surveillance.*
My infinite Bhogchakr had provided me infinite intelligence too.
It had already made the higher authorities favorable to me.
Due to my every day ten times multiplying infinite Bhogchakr they couldn’t go against me ever.
They didn’t know anything about it.
Even if they were told they believed it was a superstition of the foolish Hindus.
So they couldn’t have an antithesis against it.
I was never afraid of any unpleasant newspaper notoriety even.
Ved, Divý Itihās, the vast history of the ever shrewdest Bachhalyās, Hindu history, and Mahā Bhārat etcetera had already made me shrewd enough to change every unpleasant newspaper notoriety even, in my favor with not more tremendous efforts.
Eīshān Param Brahm Paramātmā was always with me if I was never against humanity, and ever active in doing favors to it instead.
Let the atheists laugh at it imagining it my superstition.
Why should I worry when I never suffered in having faith in it?
I always believed in results.
Never in gossips and the foolish blind superstitions of the atheists.
I laughed at them.
In my opinion only atheists could be so blind, impractical and imprudent.
None of any practical persons could be ever so unwise.
I waited for fifteen minutes.
Then I again switched out the lights, saw that the night latch was on the door, and went down in the elevator.*
A small, leather backed memorandum book was in his left hand.
A pencil was behind his right ear.
Frowning at the interruption, Muħammad Ůsmān looked up.
It took him an effort to manage a smile as he saw Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah.
“Hello, Kħātūn-e-Jannatrza,” Muħammad Ůsmān tried to beam at her, “Your precious sex sessions with the Supreme Business Tycoon, the Multi Zillionaire, Durgesh, have started to produce their miraculous results to you I think. I couldn’t hear you drive up.”
“Where’s Ruqayyah Bājī?” she asked him curtly.
“Upstairs my dear.” Muħammad Ůsmān smiled at her over doing his welcome contemptuously, “Where else?”
“No. She is lying there reading.”
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah avoided the discussion.
“I want to see you.”
“You are most welcome my lady.”
“Don’t exaggerate it.” Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah said tartly, “you look ridiculous.”
She paused in the doorway, turned and said,
“When you are figuring the race horses, Muħammad Ůsmān, don’t think you have to fall all over yourself putting out of sight just because I happen to walk in unannounced.”
Muħammad Ůsmān flushed.
They make them smarter than Musalmīn too.
They are never interested in sex with them only.
They make them educated, sophisticated and financially independent too.
They shamelessly say:
‘Once with Durgesh,
All the rest is trash.’
Durgesh has made them multimillionaires at least.
The Musalmīn are left so much far behind now.
Muħammad Ůsmān tried to save his face laughing and saying somewhat sheepishly, guiltily, awkwardly, shamefacedly,
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah climbed the stairs to where her elder sister lay in bed leisurely.
She punished him suitably.
“You are a slave for Ruqayyah Muħammad Åbdullah from now on, Muħammad Ůsmān. We promise it to keep to us if you cooperate with us. If you don’t, the movie of what happened here today will be released in the global theaters of Al Jihād fil Durgesh fī sabīlillāh, ‘Cuckold your Musalmān husband’, Ashvinātam Gangbang Club and Hindu Lund Muslim Choot International Club. It’s up to you now what your future would be. As far as the future of Ruqayyah Muħammad Åbdullah is concerned she is safe now in my nude Hindu lap forever.”
A rose-shaded reading lamp was fastened to the head of the bed.
It was ‘Årab Maha Bhārat’.
The room was filled with a soft, rosy glow.
“I thought you wouldn’t come now.”
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah was grave.
“I can’t afford not to come. I was detained actually. How’s everything today?”
“It maybe his act only.” Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah warned her, “Muħammad Ůsmān is not so dumb as he wants the others to believe. Never forget he was the person who wanted to murder you for your money.”
“How can I? The bastard has to payback for it for the rest of his life.”
“You were always right, Fātimah, that the bastard was after my money. I’m sorry I didn’t believe you first.”
“But thanks Allah that your subconscious believed me, otherwise you wouldn’t have jumped out from the car successfully as soon as you realized there was something wrong in your Musalmān husband’s attitude.”
“Your warning saved me, Fātimah.”
“You are right.”
“What’s the book?”
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah smiled.
“How many times you’d read it?”
“Durgesh is the only writer I love to read now again and again.”
“Bājī, you hated his writing once.”
“Yes, what a fool I was. I thought he writes against us.”
“And now what?”
“You know.” Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah smiled.
“Now Durgesh is the only writer I love to read ever. But he isn’t an abundant writer, Fātimah. He must write more. He is the only writer that understands our problems, our society, our religion and our needs as accurate as even we don’t do.”
“You are right.”
“He must write more.”
“He says he tries his best but he has other things to do as well.”
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah smiled.
“My blind loyalty to him is gone forever, Fātimah. Don’t worry. I want to punish him forever now. That’s all. Otherwise I’d have turned him to the police.”
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah laughed.
“Nonsense. She wouldn’t be ever. She says only Saiyadah Fātimah PhD Bājī deserves the honor.”
Kħadījah Muħammad was startled.
“Why not?” Saiyadah Fātimah PhD asked curtly.
“Bājī, you don’t mean it seriously, do you?” Kħadījah Muħammad laughed, “You are joking. Aren’t you?”
“Absolutely not. I’m dead serious.” Saiyadah Fātimah PhD declared firmly.
Kħadījah Muħammad hesitated.
“Why not you?”
“Because I lack to qualify.”
“What do you mean? We both are PhD.”
“But I never outexcelled you in politics, did I ever?”*
Abruptly the King’s voice was gone.
Through the perforated holes of the loudspeaker box came a faint tearing sound.
It was as if some canvas being ripped.
Then there was a tinny whine, and then the ear splitting falsetto crackle of static, and then dead silence.
Sheikħah Al Ibādat Åbdul Åzīz had reached forward.
She placed a hand on the microphone box as if to steady it.
Then quietly she spoke into the box.
“Your Majesty― hello, your Royal Majesty, we cannot hear you. We have lost you. Try again. Please try again.”
Sheikħah Al Ibādat Åbdul Åzīz remained immobilized.
Her cocked head was listening for a response.
But there was no sound.
Her hand shook on the microphone box slightly.
“Muåīn, this is Al Ibādat here. Can you hear me?”
The loudspeaker stood mute.
Sheikħah Al Ibādat Åbdul Åzīz stared at it a moment.
Then she looked about the room at the others:
“I think we’ve been disconnected. We’ll have to get him back.”
General Al Firdaus Åbdul Åzīz was already on her feet.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan’s movements ‘Cuckold Your Musalmān husband’, ‘Al Jihād fil Durgesh fī sabīlillāh’, Hindu Lund Muslim Choot International Club, Ashvinātam Gangbang Club etcetera had forced the King Al Muåīn Al Åbdul Åzīz to surrender to the popular demands of the globe wide followers of Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan.
The appointment of General Al Firdaus Åbdul Åzīz was the result of it.
Not only it, there were so many drastic changes also in Saůūdī Årab administrations.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan was succeeding miraculously.
She was already on the road to establish democracy not only in Saůūdī Årab but in the entire Islamic countries as well.
“Let me get hold of the Signal Corps.” She was saying, “This happens from time to time with the mechanical unscrambler. I’ll have them track the trouble down. We’ll be hooked up again in a few minutes.”
She wasn’t as sure as General Al Firdaus Åbdul Åzīz was.
She has ultimately succeeded in destroying the age old autonomy of Al Sauds.
They say Durgesh was not behind it.
It was done by Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, her movements ‘Cuckold Your Musalmān husband’, Al Jihād fil Durgesh fī sabīlillāh’, Hindu Lund Muslim Choot International Club, Ashvinātam Gangbang Club, and her millions of the followers themselves.
It was only the political drama to immobilize the supporters of Al Sauds.
King Al Muåīn Al Åbdul Åzīz has voluntary retired.
He has received more than he could have in all his lifetime.
Why then he had wanted to face Islamic terrorists?
He wasn’t fool enough.*
Her Abbū had lost his wife ab initio when his nikāħ was in execution.
She demanded Durgesh and Al Muħammad Al Ikħlās provided her.
Al Furqān Al Wahāb had threatened to disclose his secrets otherwise.
Al Muħammad Al Ikħlās couldn’t afford it.
It was a miracle he had succeeded in convincing Al Furqān Al Wahāb to sleep with him too as I couldn’t be available to her all the time.
She was shrewd enough to understand the trend when Al Saåūds started to lose.
Gradually the things were turning beyond their control.
She was prudent enough to understand sooner or later the Al Saåūds had to go.
She joined Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan secretly when she was invited.
Even King Al Muåīn Al Åbdul Åzīz didn’t know it.
General Al Firdaus Åbdul Åzīz called the department of Army.
She reported the communication failure.
Barking her displeasure, General Al Firdaus Åbdul Åzīz demanded that the line to her Commander in Chief be restored.
General Al Firdaus Åbdul Åzīz was still on telephone.*
She found the green silent butler, and began to move about the Cabinet table.
The Cabinet table was also a new development.
Here and there, around the table, the participants in the conference call had shifted positions on their chairs to discuss the King’s opinion on what had happened so far at the Islamic Countries Conference and what must be done about it.
Was it true Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan’s Svarūpé avasthānam, her ultimate synchronization with her original body in absolute space, has taken place?
She couldn’t decide.
Dr. Saåīdah Qamar admitted that she hated to make concessions on the important Minorities Rehabilitation Program.
It was being debated by the Labor and Public Welfare Committee.
Yet, it might be necessary still.
As soon as the connection was made again with Islamic Countries Conference, Dr. Saåīdah Qamar would ask the King Al Muåīn Al Åbdul Åzīz how much he concede to the opposition floor leader, Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, in return for Dr. Saåīdah Qamar’s full support of Joint Senate.
Imāmzādī Ħumairah Qāzī was saying that any weakness that the Saůūdī Årab Government displayed in Islamic Countries Conference, would immediately aggravate Pseudo Musalmīn protest groups in Saůūdī Årab.
Nafīsah Salmān wouldn’t accept this.
She tried to reduce Imāmzādī Ħumairah Qāzī to the role of uninformed outsider.
The clergyman was once her husband, actually still now legally, as there wasn’t any divorce between them legally.
“Of course,” Dr. Saåīdah Qamar pushed herself somewhat backward and unzipped me shamelessly, rather boldly.
She brought out my unique legendary Uncut Hindu Penis and kissed it passionately.
I closed my eyes in heavenly pleasure,
“Thank you, Dr. Saåīdah Qamar.”
“Nonsense, it’s my pleasure.” Dr. Saåīdah Qamar admonished me.
“You are thirty only, my darling.”
“So what? You are thirty two yourself. We make a perfect Ashvinātam Couple, the trend of the age now.”
“Thank you. However you are mistaken. I’m sixty two.”
Dr. Saåīdah Qamar laughed.
“Yes, Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan warned me.”
“Why do I do what?” I asked somewhat curtly.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan was already influencing her.
It was not good.
“Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan said that to you?”
“I never rejected her claim to be so.”
“You are not happy with Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan?”
“And Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan is an impediment in it?”
“She is deliberately trying to keep away them, obstinate to replace them with twenty eights and thirties.”
“Allah Allah! Angry young man, Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan loves you very much, and so do I.”
“So do me too. Yet I abominate the way Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan is trying to compel me to fuck twenty eights and thirties only.”
Dr. Saåīdah Qamar threw her head back and laughed.
She was playing with my Uncut Hindu Penis now delightfully.
“Sālī, Badmåsh, who are you with, actually, Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan or me?” I smiled controlling myself now.
What was the use, after all?
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan was incurable.
She reviled her Ammī Nafīsah Salmān.
She was sucking it now hungrily.
“I don’t think you miss your husband very much. I’m replacing him without any much effort on my side.”
“Should I really miss the bastard?”
I winked at her.
“Hey, don’t try to tease me. You know very well what I mean. I thought it would never come that he would leave us ever.”
I wasn’t taken aback.
Dr. Saåīdah Qamar smiled.
I didn’t say anything.
I kept smiling only.
“We were fed up of him. He was too religious to be a normal husband. Musalmīn are stupid enough―”
I raised my right hand.
“I know how stupid the Musalmīn are. You the four are given a nice settlement.”
Dr. Saåīdah Qamar smiled.
“Well, let’s get on with it. Make it official, Durgesh darling.”
I was unsettled somewhat.
I pulled myself together.
Then I drew the document across the desk closer to me.
I took a moment to compose myself.
“Would you like me to read the deed of settlement to you, Dr. Saåīdah Qamar? It’s a short testament. You should have heard it fully before you signed it. I told you to do so.”
“That was not our goal. We wanted to get rid of him. The settlement was secondary.”*
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From Your Wife with Love
During one of our gatherings in a coffee house few months back, I told them both, about Salīm Jahāngīr’s lost sexual appetite and about how I was longing for sex.
Nāsirah Jalāluddīn playfully suggested I look for a lover while Nauhīd Sultān told me to have a talk with Salīm Jahāngīr.
I dismissed Nāsirah Jalāluddīn’s proposal as I have always wanted to be faithful to my husband.
I spoke to Salīm Jahāngīr the same night and he told me his work was taking too much of his energy and leaving him stressed out.
He told me to understand his situation and that he was planning to take a long vacation soon where he would be able to rekindle our lost passion.
That really made me feel good and I decided to wait.
Salīm Jahāngīr planned for a holiday in Japan a couple of months ago and I was very much overjoyed and looked forward to it.
Much to my disappointment and anger, he had to cancel it just three days before the holiday as some foreign business partners were coming for a visit.
He told me to wait for another 4 months and I knew I couldn’t.
I spoke to Nāsirah Jalāluddīn who again told me to find a Hindu lover to keep me sexually satisfied without hoping on my husband.
Salīm Jahāngīr was no hope now in her opinion.
Either he had lost interest in Nūrjahān Jahāngīr or in sex itself altogether.
Whatever the case was, Nūrjahān Jahāngīr had to try somewhere else if she really wants to get sex more in her rest of the life.
“Rest of the life?” Nūrjahān Jahāngīr blurted somewhat furiously, “What do you mean? I’m only 28 now. I’ve a long life ahead me. I don’t want to practice celibacy at all.”
“Then get a Hindu lover. ”
Nāsirah Jalāluddīn interrupted Nūrjahān Jahāngīr.
“You are a PhD. Are you not?”
Nūrjahān Jahāngīr smiled.
Nāsirah Jalāluddīn watched her gravely.
“You are flying in an imaginary world. Come down to earth now.”
“What do you mean?”
“How many Musalmīn are PhD?”
Nūrjahān Jahāngīr fell from seventh sky.
“Yes. Most of the Musalmīn are either uneducated or under educated. They deliberately avoid to get ultra modern high education.”
“They don’t, their parents do.” Nūrjahān Jahāngīr argued one of her best friends.
Nāsirah Jalāluddīn and Nauhīd Sultān both were her PhD mates.
Nowadays Musalmān girls had improved themselves a lot.
They were not so against now getting ultra modern high education as the Musalmīn boys were.
Salīm Jahāngīr was not a PhD.
He was a MBA.
Nāsirah Jalāluddīn was serious this time and she even suggested introducing one of her lover’s friends to me.
I was still not ready for an extra marital affair and plainly said no to her.
I met Nauhīd Sultān soon after that who told me to spend a weekend with her as her husband was going outstation.
They had just moved to a new bungalow and Nauhīd Sultān was afraid to stay all alone.
I told this to Salīm Jahāngīr who agreed and I took my son along for a weekend with Nauhīd Sultān.
Nauhīd Sultān’s Hindu father in law who stays in a far away town paid a surprise visit that weekend.
He was a widower who often traveled around the country to visit all his four sons.
I had never seen him before and I was quite surprised that at the age of 62, he was still full of energy and possessed good looks with a strong Hindu body.
Nauhīd Sultān introduced me to him and I found out among other things that he was a regular Stavak that explained his great Hindu physique.
He was very easy to get along and proved to be very jovial especially with my son.
He was very good in talking and the three of us spent almost the whole Saturday evening listening to his ashvinātam stories.
I couldn’t help from thinking about him as I went to bed that night.
His Hindu body and his still boyish looks seemed nice and I found myself attracted to his voice too which sounded strong and commanding.
I compared him with my husband and realized Salīm Jahāngīr fared badly in almost all departments despite being 24 years younger.
I found myself unable to sleep and as I got out of my room to help myself to a glass of water, I realized Uncle Durgesh was still in the living room with all the windows open.
He was reading and upon seeing me, he put away the book.
He gave a boyish smile.
He was wearing a white singlet that showed strong muscular arms and a black Bermudas that exposed muscular calves.
I joined him by seating at a sofa right across him
We spoke about my family and I realized he was checking me out while listening.
I was dressed in a knee length white dress that did not reveal much of flesh but as I crossed my right leg, the skirt rode up and exposed much of my right thigh and calf.
I wanted to uncross my leg immediately but since it might look rude to him, decided to leave it as it is.
I placed my palm on my crossed thigh to stop my skirt from riding up further.
As I spoke, his eyes were moving very swiftly from my bosoms to my exposed thigh.
Though I felt uneasy, I kept on talking.
I suddenly realized that I was not wearing a bra and I wondered if he could see my breasts through my thin dress.
The lights were very dim so I sort of consoled myself that he won’t be able to see much though he may had seen the outline of my breasts and legs as I walked in to the living room.
It sort of made me feel sexy and I felt slight sensations in myself.
This old Hindu man was definitely stimulating me and I was beginning to enjoy it.
He then spoke about his other experiences in life and I found myself drawn to his commanding voice.
He then stopped abruptly and left to the kitchen.
Though I was enjoying every bit of this conversation with him, I did not want to project myself as a horny woman to him.
I uncrossed my leg and crossed the other while adjusting my skirt so as not to show much of my thigh.
I also checked if my breasts were visible from the thin dress I wore but I was quite unsure.
Uncle Durgesh returned with two glasses of fresh milk and offered one to me that I gladly took.
I took a sip and left it on the side table while he sat in place again.
I checked the time and it was already 3.10 am.
I thought if I should just go to bed since it was very late but I was enjoying his conversations so much that I decided to stay awhile more.
Furthermore, I was still not feeling sleepy.
He proved to be a very loving husband too.
I suddenly wished my husband was like Uncle Durgesh, full of energy and stamina with a wonderful outlook on life.
In order not to build up more fascination, I told him it was getting late and that I would catch up with him in the morning.
I clearly saw the look of disappointment in his face as I got up to leave.
I was feeling bad to leave him alone too, but not attempted to show my emotions.
Back in my room, I realized my Panjvaqtah Namāzī Sunni Musalmān Choot was very moist and realized dear Uncle Durgesh had turned me on so much with all his gazes and talks, without even touching me.
I still felt some heat in my body and my nipples were hard too.
I wondered if that was a good time for me to get on bed and masturbate myself to orgasm.
It is an old habit I learnt when I was in my teens and though I don’t do it regularly, recent sexual inactivity with my husband has caused me to masturbate more often.
There was no other way for me to release the heavy sexual tension I often feel.
I masturbated that night with my 2 year old son deep asleep beside me.
It really felt so good.
Uncle Durgesh was the object of my fantasy that night and my session ended with a sweet wonderful orgasm.
I tasted my wet fingers as I always do after masturbating.
The sensations were just great.
I met Uncle Durgesh again for breakfast.
Nauhīd Sultān had prepared some fried noodles and soup.
Nauhīd Sultān looked fresh unlike me who looked so sleepy.
I had only gone to bed at four in the morning.
Even the morning bath did not help to freshen me up.
My husband called me soon after that and told me to be back home as his friends from work were paying us a visit later.
I actually wanted to spend the whole day there.
I left Nauhīd Sultān’s place with my son after having light lunch with them.
I didn’t have the heart to leave.
Uncle Durgesh had clearly made a very good impression in my heart and my wicked mind continued to form all sort of perverted thoughts of him and me.
As I drove back home, my erect nipples and the warmth in my loins both sent a clear signal to me, that I was sexually attracted to Uncle Durgesh.
Vallah, what a Hindu!
The house cleaner had already prepared drinks and some meals for our visitors when I got back home.
The four men were almost the same age as my husband and one similarity I noticed in all of them was that they all look exhausted and stressed out.
I had met them several times before and so it was no big deal having them at home.
I actually could not concentrate much on our visitors as I still kept thinking of Uncle Durgesh.
None of these men could match or even come close to the charm and persona of Uncle Durgesh .
He was simply a class apart and I wished my husband was more like him – strong, muscular and active.
I felt envy of Nauhīd Sultān immediately for having such a hot looking man for a father in law.
I wished I was in her shoes the least.
I felt my desire in him building up.
I knew it was very wrong but no matter how hard I tried; Uncle Durgesh was still fresh in my mind and heart.
I decided to talk this over to someone.
Nāsirah Jalāluddīn would be the only right person as there was no way I could tell this to Nauhīd Sultān.
I left the men in the living room and made a phone call to Nāsirah Jalāluddīn’s mobile phone from my room.
I did not start talking about him immediately.
We indulged in some usual talk about our household but knowing me for so long, Nāsirah Jalāluddīn knew from my voice there was something troubling my mind.
I told her about my weekend at Nauhīd Sultān’s place and about Uncle Durgesh too.
Nāsirah Jalāluddīn showed so much of interest and she was surprised that I found myself falling for a much older Hindu man.
I told her I was surprised too as I had never felt this way before.
Nāsirah Jalāluddīn had never met Uncle Durgesh too and expressed her desire in meeting him soon that made me uneasy.
I suddenly felt Uncle Durgesh was solely mine and I will never allow any other woman to get close to him.
I asked her advice anyway on what I need to do and she plainly told me to wait and see for the next few days if the feelings go away.
“Okay…what if it does?”
“Then it was just a strong infatuation. Forget about the whole thing then. It’s simple!” Nāsirah Jalāluddīn said.
“What if it doesn’t, Nāsirah Jalāluddīn?,” I asked.
“Hmm…then maybe you should go to the next level,” she answered.
“What is the next level?,” I asked.
I heard her giggling.
I knew she was going to tell me something wicked.
“Get to know him. Go out with him. End up in bed with him!!! What else?!” she replied.
“It sounds so simple to you Nāsirah Jalāluddīn but it isn’t,” I said. “What about Nauhīd Sultān? What if she knows? It will kill our friendship!”
“No it wouldn’t, Nūrjahān Jahāngīr. If Nauhīd Sultān is indeed our friend, she will understand your predicament. I know Nauhīd Sultān quite well. She may be the goody goody type of girl but she is very … you know … understanding and tolerant to such matters. If you are afraid anyway…then maybe you can do it very discreetly,” she advised.
“I don’t know Nāsirah Jalāluddīn. I had never stopped thinking of him the whole night night and day! I wonder if he feels the same way like I do. Allah, Yā Allaaaaah! Oh god… Durgesh, even at his sixty two, has turned me on so much!”
“I understand. With you not having serviced properly, I don’t think you can ever stop thinking of him. You are a sexually frustrated woman, Nūrjahān Jahāngīr. Its time you do something about it. I know your marriage policies…no adultery…no screwing around…no fooling around…but please…for once…do something that really makes you happy. Go for it.”
Go for it.
Those only three words lingered in my mind that night.
Should I go for it?
I was still unsure.
Uncle Durgesh was going to be at Nauhīd Sultān’s place for another week and I may get another opportunity to spend time with him.
Opportunity came somewhere in the afternoon the very next day.
My husband called me up from his workplace to say he was going to a nearby city for some trade talks the next day and he may need to stay out for at least 2 nights.
I told him I’d get Nauhīd Sultān to stay with me till he returns home.
He said okay.
I called Nauhīd Sultān immediately and asked if she could accompany me for two days at my place.
She said it was not possible as her father in law was still at home but invited me to stay in her house again.
This was what I hoped for.
My husband returned home very late that night.
We didn’t speak much.
He left very early the next day after packing his clothes.
I told my house cleaner I need to be in my friend’s house for a couple of days and asked her if it was okay I left my son in her care.
She had no problems at all and I left to Nauhīd Sultān’s place by afternoon after reminding my house cleaner to call me immediately if there was any problem.
I called Nāsirah Jalāluddīn on the way and she knew I was overjoyed.
I was definitely overjoyed except for a part of me that actually felt guilty.
I just hoped I was doing the right thing.
Nauhīd Sultān was happy to have me in her house again but Uncle Durgesh had left to visit some of his friends and would only return later at night.
We sort of cooked a meal together and ate while watching a movie.
Nauhīd Sultān almost wanted to invite Nāsirah Jalāluddīn but I stopped her from doing so by giving some excuse that Nāsirah Jalāluddīn needs to be with her in laws that evening.
Nāsirah Jalāluddīn can be a flirt sometimes and I wanted Uncle Durgesh for myself.
There was no way I will ever share him with another woman if he ever becomes mine.
I spoke about him to Nauhīd Sultān and told her how lucky she is to have such a wonderful man for a father in law.
She grinned widely and admitted her father in law was very kind hearted and a very good conversationalist.
I told her I was very fascinated by his talks that made me stay up so late just to listen to his stories.
“I guess you’ll be staying up late again tonight! I told him you will be around for 2 or 3 days and he did look happy to hear that,” she said.
“I don’t know. I wonder if he had any more of his ashvinātam stories to tell!”
“You can talk about almost anything to him and not just ashvinātam stories! He is very open,” she said.
I knew Nauhīd Sultān had no suspicion over my real intentions.
She actually thought I was merely being friendly to her Hindu father in law.
I wondered where our close friendship will go if she ever come to know the real feelings I felt for her Hindu father in law.
The man of my fantasy returned home at about nine that evening.
I was very happy to see him again and knew instantly from his wide smile that he felt the same.
He was sweet enough to buy back few boxes of chocolates for us.
We had dinner together and I caught him glancing at me many times.
We all then sat in the sofa and ate the chocolates he bought while watching television.
Nauhīd Sultān then sat on the carpeted floor resting her back against the sofa with her legs stretched out.
I was still seated on the sofa with both my legs tucked underneath.
Uncle Durgesh was seated at a far corner towards my right and I could see from the corner of my eyes that he continued to steal glances at me.
I wore a white tee and a pair of blue jeans.
I knew I was not exposing much of myself and I wanted to do that much later after Nauhīd Sultān leaves to bed.
She wore a pair of loose pants and a sleeveless red blouse.
As I was seated right behind her on the sofa above, I could see her cleavage very clearly.
I leaned forward while resting my palms on her shoulders and looked down.
She was not wearing a bra.
Her father in law was obviously sitting far away to notice her cleavage but I was sure he must have seen it at the dining table earlier.
I turned towards Uncle Durgesh repeatedly to look at him and he too turned to look.
I was flirting with him and wanted to send clear signals to him that I want to get closer to him, provided he wants to as well.
After few minutes of silence, Nauhīd Sultān got up and said she was feeling too tired to stay awake anymore.
She left to her room after wishing us both good night.
Now it was just her father in law and me.
As soon as I heard Nauhīd Sultān closing her room door, I got up as well and walked to my room.
Uncle Durgesh thought I was going to bed too but I told him I was going to change my attire.
I returned to the living room dressed in a pink tee and a long baggy pant.
I was not wearing a bra underneath.
Uncle Durgesh got up to switch on the dim lights.
He then switched off the air condition and proceeded to the windows.
He opened a few windows and I felt the cold air from outside blowing in.
He sat on a stool.
He smiled at me.
I returned his smile.
I was seated on the sofa watching television.
I looked at him and he pointed towards the sofa right next to him.
I knew he was telling me to go sit there.
I got up and walked towards him.
I stood very close to him and he watched me. He looked deep into my eyes, moved his eyes all the way down to my feet, and looked back at me.
I sat at the sofa near to him.
I wondered what he thought about me but it did not take long for me to find out.
“It’s nice to have you in this house, Nūrjahān Jahāngīr,” he said.
I turned to look at him and smilingly said,
“It’s good to be here with the two of you too…I would have been bored and lonely at home.”
“When is your husband coming back?” he asked.
I already told him earlier and I wondered why he was asking me that again.
“2 days time, uncle.”
He got up to move closer to me.
He pulled the stool along and sat just few inches away from my sofa.
He was facing me directly now.
I felt my heart beating real fast and wondered where this was going.
“You know Nūrjahān Jahāngīr…I am a man who don’t hide my feelings and thoughts. I prefer being direct to a person rather than …you know…keep them to myself which may lead to much confusion and waste of time.”
I knew he must had understood my wicked intentions and wondered how he was going to make his moves.
My palms were mildly wet from sweat and my heart was beating even faster now.
I didn’t know what to tell him so I just kept quiet.
He continued to look deep into my eyes which made me real weak.
“I know what you want, Nūrjahān Jahāngīr.”
I didn’t know what to say.
My throat was dry and I just couldn’t find the right words to say.
He continued to look at me and I bowed my head down.
I wondered if he really knew what I want.
“No…look up. Look at me Nūrjahān Jahāngīr,” he said.
I looked up at him.
He had a serious look on his face now.
“I see a longing in your eyes, Nūrjahān Jahāngīr. I saw it the other day. I see it now.”
I gave a weak smile.
I wondered if he could read my mind.
“What do you mean, Uncle Durgesh?”
He grinned at me and nodded his head.
“We both know what I mean, Nūrjahān Jahāngīr. You are a very attractive woman. You may appear happy but we both know you are not. Am I right to say your husband does not appreciate you? Am I right to say you are frustrated…sexually?”
I felt my heart sink.
I wondered if Nauhīd Sultān had told him about my husband’s loss of interest in having sex with me.
I looked deep into his eyes and felt some sort of warmth building inside me.
“Well…I don’t know what to say uncle. Did Nauhīd Sultān say anything to you?”
“No…not at all. Nauhīd Sultān never spoke about any of your personal life, trust me. I can see for myself. The longing in your eyes…shows me you long for some love.”
I continued to look at Uncle Durgesh.
He obviously read my mind correctly.
I gave him a weak smile and bowed my head again.
“Nūrjahān Jahāngīr…you are a very beautiful woman.”
I looked up at him and saw so much of love and hope in his eyes.
I felt nice hearing him say that.
“That is sweet, uncle. Thank you,” I said.
“There is more, dear,” he said.”I just can’t stop thinking of you, Nūrjahān Jahāngīr. I am afraid I had developed a strong desire for you. My instincts tell me you too…have some sort of desire for me though you may not admit!”
I was certainly lost for words again.
I didn’t know it would be this easy.
Uncle Durgesh had openly expressed his desire for me and was now waiting for my turn to do so.
Admitting it to him would mean the end of my faithfulness to my husband and the beginning of adultery.
There was a moment of silence.
I looked down and thought real hard.
My feelings and desires for him were obviously strong.
Deep inside me, I wanted Uncle Durgesh very badly.
I looked up at him and wished I could say it out but I couldn’t.
“Nūrjahān Jahāngīr…I want you very badly. I will keep you very happy and satisfied. Trust me on this,” he said.
He moved closer to me and placed his palm on my knee.
My right hand instantly found his hand and grabbed it tightly.
We looked at each other in silence for awhile.
Uncle Durgesh brought his face close to mine and gave a soft peck on my right cheek.
I looked down instantly.
I knew then there was no turning back.
He gave more soft kisses on my cheek and brought his lips to my ears.
I felt his soft kisses on my earlobes and my grip on his hand tightened.
I realised Nauhīd Sultān was just upstairs and my whole world would come crashing down on me if she catches us in such an act.
I pushed him away and got up.
He got up as well and embraced me tightly.
He continued with his kisses and I felt so good and so safe in his overpowering Hindu embrace.
Despite the fear of being caught, I actually hugged him so tight.
“Uncle…please…not here. Nauhīd Sultān is upstairs!” I managed to say.
He stopped his kisses and looked at me wildly.
I saw passion in his eyes that I had never seen before.
He then brought his lips to mine and for the first time, kissed me on my mouth.
We must have kissed for almost a minute.
His kisses felt so good and I wondered why my husband had never kissed me this way before.
I opened my mouth and felt his tongue darting inside.
I felt his tongue on mine and as we entangled in some hot wet kissing, I felt both his hands on my butt.
He rubbed them hard as if he was gonna rip my butt cheeks apart and it felt good.
He moved his face down towards my chest and kissed me all over through my blouse.
My hands had a tight grip on his head, keeping it crushed on my chest but the thought of Nauhīd Sultān being upstairs came back to me.
I pushed him away and reminded him again we can never do all that in the living room.
Uncle Durgesh looked at me and asked,
“Are you suggesting we go back to our room?”
I nodded in agreement.
I did feel a little shameful over my surrender to his sexual needs so easily but at that moment, I wanted him so badly and I needed him to fill me up with whatever he got.
I knew I was dripping down there and I could feel my nipples being so hard over the arousal.
“Your room or mine? You decide,” he said.
His hands were still feeling my butt.
I followed him to his room.
I just hoped Nauhīd Sultān was in a very deep slumber and also hoped whatever noise we make does not wake her up.
I can be loud during sex but I had to control my vocals that night.
Uncle Durgesh locked his room door.
I stood by his huge bed looking at him.
He walked towards his bed with a huge grin and sat on it.
He pulled me closer to him and made me stand facing him in between his spread legs.
He placed his hands on my butt again and caressed them.
I looked down at him and wondered if I should take off my attire to get on with business.
“You are simply luscious. You have so much of heat in your body. I felt your loins while feeling your gorgeous Sunni Musalmān ass and you are certainly being very wet down there!”
I felt so awkward over his words but they did not stop me from placing my hands on his head again and bringing him closer to my waist.
“You must be real horny, Nūrjahān Jahāngīr. Don’t worry…I will take care of you from now on.”
I nodded my head.
I knew he was going to take care of me.
“When did you last have sex?”
I was silent.
I wondered why he had to ask me that.
He surprised me suddenly by repeating the question but very much louder this time.
“Months?! Oh goodness…your husband is a fool. Don’t you ever get horny without all that sex, Nūrjahān Jahāngīr?”
He moved his hands from my butt way down to the back of my knees through my pants.
“I guessed so. What do you do when you get horny?”
I was silent again.
He looked up at me and placed his cheek on my tummy.
“TELL ME! What do you do?!”
That gave me another surprise.
I looked at him with a bit of worry now.
“AH…what? Bathe? Nah…Don’t lie. Be truthful”
“No…I bathe. Really!” I lied.
There was no need for me to tell him that I masturbate.
“Oh okay. So you don’t pleasure yourself by putting your sweet tiny fingers into your cunt?”
The word ‘cunt’ was a filthy, obscene word which I had never used before but to hear him use it to describe my Panjvaqtah Namāzī Sunni Musalmān Choot sent a wild tingling sensation.
“No uncle. I don’t,” I lied again.
He smiled at me and moved back to lie on his bed.
He pulled me along and pushed me right beside him.
He then pulled me on top of him and spent the next few minutes in some hot passionate kissing.
He then pushed me away and got down from his bed.
He told me to stay on bed.
He left to the attached bathroom and returned seconds later.
He looked at me wildly and grinned.
“Remove all your clothes, Nūrjahān Jahāngīr. I want to see you naked!”
His request was more like a command to me.
I got down from the bed and while turning away from him, pulled out my tee.
I then pulled down my looses pants and as my bare butt was revealed to him, I heard him gasp and say,
“My goodness. Your butt looks so sweet, Nūrjahān Jahāngīr!”
I did feel ashamed over his lewd remark but it excited me as well.
I still stood with my back facing him with my clothes in my hands.
“Turn around, Nūrjahān Jahāngīr. Let me see your front!,” he commanded.
I turned slowly with my head looking down and as he looked at me in total nakedness, I felt so wicked and nasty.
I heard further gasps from him.
That sent another wild sensation into me and I instantly looked up at him.
He had a wide grin on his face and he stood with his arms folded against his chest.
I managed to smile at him.
I moved closer to him but he stopped me.
“No…stay where you are. I want you to do something for me.”
I was puzzled.
I wondered what else he wanted.
“Sit on the bed”
He came closer to me and stood right before me.
“Open your legs. Spread them apart.”
I spread my legs slowly and his eyes were fixed on my bare Panjvaqtah Namāzī Sunni Musalmān Choot.
He came closer to stand in between my legs.
His Hindu crotch was just inches away from my face and I looked up at him, waiting for his next request or shall I say, order.
“Pull down my shorts, Nūrjahān Jahāngīr. You may see my Uncut Hindu Lund now. Let me warn you though…it’s big!”
I was amused upon hearing that but I did not attempt to show it.
I pulled down his shorts wondering just how big his Uncut Hindu Lund was going to be and then…
It stood just inches away in all its glory.
It was big as he said and looked so thick and meaty.
I held it tightly and my hand looked so tiny.
Never before, I had seen such a huge Uncut Hindu Lund in my life.
I saw some pre cum oozing out as his thick Uncut Hindu Lund throbbed in my bare Sunni Musalmān hands.
I wondered if I should take in my mouth but feared it might tear my lips.
I chose to wait for his order.
“Big. Don’t you think so?”
“Yes uncle. Big. Very big.’
“You like it, Nūrjahān Jahāngīr?”
“Is your husband’s as big as mine? I don’t think so. Is it at least half the size of mine?” he asked with a smile.
“No…not as big as yours, uncle. Slightly smaller. Yours is big. I wonder if I can take it in!”
I began stroking his huge Uncut Hindu Lund slowly.
It really felt good in my hands and I wanted to have it inside me.
“You can take it in Nūrjahān Jahāngīr, I am sure! Tonight you are going to get fucked properly…as never before!”
“Yes uncle. That’s what I’ve come here again, for.”
“You want my big hard Uncut Hindu Lund inside you, Nūrjahān Jahāngīr?”
“Yes uncle…I do, very much.” I said.
“Yes I do, uncle,” I said as I opened my mouth wide enough to take in his Uncut Hindu Lund.
I could only take in its head and I knew I would choke if I took it further in.
I ran my tongue all over its shining red head while my hand continued stroking.
Uncle Durgesh had one hand on the back of my head and he was pushing it to take in his Uncut Hindu Lund further.
I had to stop several times to take in some air.
Even both my previous boyfriends’ Uncut Hindu Lunds were small too now that I had seen and felt Uncle Durgesh‘s.
He then made me go on all fours on his bed.
He said it would be easier for him to push in his Uncut Hindu Lund fully inside.
I was in the highest state of arousal and I couldn’t wait to have his Uncut Hindu Lund inside me.
I felt its huge head on the opening my Panjvaqtah Namāzī Sunni Musalmān Choot.
He rubbed its head along my narrow Musalmān slit and very gently, pushed it in.
I did feel some pain but my excitement and lewd desires made me feel very good.
He pushed his Uncut Hindu Lund as much as he could and I felt his huge Uncut Hindu Lund stretching my Panjvaqtah Namāzī Sunni Musalmān Choot to its maximum.
My hole was tightly filled up and I actually felt his Uncut Hindu Lund growing even bigger inside me!
He pumped me real good and I buried my face on the pillow as my Sunni Musalmān ass was raised high up on the air.
I didn’t know sex felt that good before.
Uncle Durgesh fucked me really good.
His powerful Hindu thrusts were so powerful and he managed to get his whole Uncut Hindu Lund inside me.
I finally reached my climax that was simply the best orgasm I had ever experienced.
I wanted to moan with pleasure but I couldn’t.
I took in his Uncut Hindu Lund inside my mouth again and managed to lick clean some of his leftover Hindu semen.
We rolled on the bed together like some couple in love.
We kissed for a long time.
And I surprised Durgesh by licking him all the way down.
My tongue felt so good on his Uncut Hindu Lund and I reached my orgasm the moment I felt my tongue on his butt hole.
The feeling was just too wonderful.
We were simply exhausted after all that and as we embraced each other tightly, I heard him whisper,
“The next time…I want to shoot my Hindu sperm all over your Panjvaqtah Namāzī Sunni Musalmān Choot once again…and you go back home and let your husband lick your Panjvaqtah Namāzī Sunni Musalmān Choot clean.”
I heard myself say, smiling broadly,
We were together in bed till about 4 in the morning.
I had to leave back to my room to avoid being caught by Nauhīd Sultān when she wakes up.
Though there was a lack of sleep, I felt extremely satisfied in the morning.
Though a part of me did feel guilty and shameful, a greater part of me enjoyed every moment of sex with Durgesh earlier.
I felt I did the right thing by allowing myself to be taken by him.
The three of us met for breakfast and I got excited the moment I saw my new Hindu lover.
Nauhīd Sultān had no idea of what happened the night before and I was determined to keep it a secret from her.
I vowed to be very discreet over this.
Durgesh and I had no chance to be together that whole day since Nauhīd Sultān was with us.
We basically cooked a meal and baked a pie in the evening.
We watched few movies at home and the moment Nauhīd Sultān left for a bath, Durgesh and myself managed to have a marathon in the living room itself.
To hell if anyone caught us red handed even.
I was excited the whole day due to the wild excitement the night before and as I lay on the carpeted floor, Durgesh came on top of me and fucked me real hard.
The fear of getting caught by Nauhīd Sultān who may had walked out from her room anytime made it more exciting.
We kissed passionately for a while after that and I got to taste his Hindu semen.
I had never done that before though I had watched such scenes in porn movies.
I left for my bathe immediately after that.
Nauhīd Sultān stayed awake for a long time that night and it only frustrated me.
I badly wanted her father in law’s big Uncut Hindu Lund inside me again.
The moment she left to sleep, we both left to our rooms too.
I refreshed myself with a shower and went to Durgesh‘s room immediately.
He was already in bed waiting for me in the nude.
I undressed myself and joined him.
He took his time kissing each part of my body right from my head down to my toes.
I was already in fire the moment he started kissing my Panjvaqtah Namāzī Sunni Musalmān Choot.
He fingered my dripping Panjvaqtah Namāzī Sunni Musalmān Choot awhile and lubricated my butt hole with my vaginal fluid.
As we were entangled in hot passionate kissing, he suddenly pushes his Uncut Hindu Lund into my butt hole.
I felt a sudden pain and gasped.
He continued to probe his Uncut Hindu Lund in and though it felt painful, I actually felt some lewd excitement over the perverted act.
No one had ever put in his Uncut Hindu Lund into my butt hole before.
He fucked my butt hole very gently and I enjoyed it very much.
I couldn’t wait to get fucked anymore as I was aroused to the maximum.
I pleaded to him to be fucked.
He insisted on fucking my butt hole after all that and made me shiver with excitement.
It was very satisfying.
I could not take it anymore.
I managed to pull him on top of me and held his Uncut Hindu Lund to place it on my wet Panjvaqtah Namāzī Sunni Musalmān Choot.
He pushed it slowly and I held him tight with my legs spread as wide as I could.
His Uncut Hindu Lund went all the way inside me and I could not help myself from making soft moans this time.
It really felt so damn good.
We fucked wildly and even changed positions few times.
Durgesh knew how to withhold his ejaculation that made me enjoy his fucking to the full.
He finally erupted so powerfully and I swallowed every single drop of his Hindu semen.
I felt my own orgasm building up inside me as I licked Durgesh‘s Uncut Hindu Lund clean.
It was so powerful and satisfying.
Sex had never felt that good before.
Durgesh promised me ultimately to visit me regularly to fuck me as much as I needed.
Vallah, What a Hindu!
He himself came with me this time to leave me to my home.
Allah, Durgesh kept fucking me all the way to my home.
He stayed with me at our hometown for a complete month.
I was overwhelmed.
Durgesh fucked me 24×7 for the whole month.
We gave my husband our son after nine months.
Poor Salīm Jahāngīr thought erroneously it was his baby.
And why not?
It was Durgesh’s son from me, after all.
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