by James Dee
“If you would like, I can get dressed in what I was wearing before. I just figured it was a bit warm in here, so it might be better for me to wear something comfortable,” he said with a guileless smile on his face.
“Wear what you like, honey,” she said as she smiled warmly at him.
It’ll be less work for me if we go at it again, she thought naughtily in her head as their eyes remained locked as they looked at each other.
“Well, thanks again for letting me stay here to watch the movie with you, Ms. Abadi. Also, I umm, well, appreciate you giving me the bonus pay for spending more time here,” he said as his voice began to trail off.
“Oh, don’t worry about that, Arthur. I just don’t get a chance to watch many movies with other people. It’s just me most of the time, alone in this empty house,” she said as she feigned disappointment and loneliness.
“Oh, well, that sucks. Does your husband live here?” he asked nervously, wondering if he was being too intrusive.
“Well, he actually works overseas,” she admitted, telling him a half-truth as they looked into each other’s eyes.
“Oh my, that must be difficult at times for both of you,” Arthur said as he gave her a kind look.
It’s even more difficult since my husband is a S.O.B., she thought with a scowl as she quickly recovered and look back at Arthur.
“Well Arthur, we find a way to make it work,” she said, forcing a fake smile.
As he nervously and sheepishly looked at her, he let out a quiet cough.
“I, umm, I just wanted to make sure that, umm, you won’t tell your husband what happened, will you? Since I know I won’t,” he said, laughing nervously.
“Don’t be afraid of that, honey. This may sound strange, but my husband and I are in an open-relationship and whenever one or the other travels, we have some freedom to explore and experience other people,” she said as she ran her hand along his thigh.
It’s just that he doesn’t know that, she added with a dark chuckle in her head.
“Oh, okay. But, isn’t it, kind of, well, you know, if you…” he started, nervously stuttering as he looked down at his floor.
“Don’t worry about that, Arthur. You were going to ask if it is accepted by our religion and family if we have that type of relationship, correct?”
“Y-y-yes, ma’am. Not trying to be nosy though,” he said, his cheeks now beet red.
“Well Arthur,” she said as her tanned hand ran up and down his thigh as she saw a bulge gradually grow in his underwear.
“We both decided that we wanted to be forward-thinking and bring in a new era of thinking,” she replied, giving him a neutral expression as she monitored his reaction.
“I see. Well, I respect that,” Arthur said, smiling nervously at her.
“Thank you, Arthur. Random question, Arthur; Did you enjoy it earlier when I gave you head? I mean, performed oral sex on you?” she said, nerding-down her vocabulary.
As he watched her hand snake up towards his crotch, she watched as he closed his eyes, already knowing the answer to her question.
“Y-y-y-yes, I did, Ms. Abadi.”
“Mmm, is that so? And what was your favorite part of it?” she inquired, her hand now on top of the bulge in his underwear.
“W-w-well, it all felt good, ma’am. H-hard to say the best part,” he replied, hedging his response.
“Oh, come on, you can be more honest than that…”
As her brown eyes stared into his, Arthur began to fidget around as he thought of a good reply.
“Well, I liked it when you licked the tip of my penis and then inserted more of my penis in your mouth.”
“Yes, your penis tasted good, Arthur,” she replied, pressing her hand down harder on his erection.
“Th-thanks, Ms. Abadi,” he said in a mix of shyness and politeness.
“Not a problem, Arthur. But, are you being completely honest with me, Arthur?” she inquired as she playfully glared at him.
“Yes, I’m being honest, ma’am,” he said as he tried to play it confident as they looked at each other.
“I don’t know if you are, Arthur. I think there was a part you liked a lot more than what you told me.”
“I, umm,” he stuttered, his face turning red.
“You know what I’m talking about, don’t you?” she asked with a sultry grin.
“Yes, I do, ma’am.”
As her hand stayed pinned to his crotch, she looked at him in her hijab and black gown, keeping her eyes locked on his.
“Go on and tell me, Arthur. What did you love most about what happened earlier?”
“I don’t want to answer it, I’d feel like a jerk for saying it and i’d sound selfish.”
“Arthur, I won’t think you’re selfish. Just tell me what was the best part of earlier, before you showered. I demand you tell me,” she said with a sterner tone of voice.
“Okay, okay!” he said in instant capitulation.
“My favorite part was when I came in your mouth and you swallowed all of my...my...my cum,” he said, giving her a nervous grin as he looked at her from behind his glasses.
“I thought so, Arthur. You know how I knew it was your favorite part?”
“No ma’am, I’m not sure,” he replied.
“I knew since you unloaded a lot of cum and I had to swallow a lot to get it all down,” she said with a straight face.
Arthur hung his head, feeling bad for overloading her mouth with cum, reverting back to his nerdy nice guy ways.
“Don’t feel sad, sweetie. I was proud of you and I was thankful for every drop you gave me,” she declared as she watched his face brighten once again.
“Oh, well, in that case, thank you. I feel kinda proud of myself,” Arthur replied.
“You should, honey. And what if I told you that I wanted to--,” but before she could finish, they both heard a faint ringing in the distance.
What the fuck? She thought to herself. Oh hell no, not now...
“What if I told you that--,” but as she tried to ignore the ringing of her phone, the more they both noticed it.
Son of a bitch! She yelled in her head as she heard her phone upstairs, continue to ring.
“Don’t worry about that, Arthur, we can continue to--,” but as she said it, she knew the phone wouldn’t stop ringing and she couldn’t get in the mood sexually with a constantly ringing phone in the background.
Lifting her palm off of his hard-on and his underwear, she let out an upset snort as she got off the sofa and started to walk upstairs to the bedroom.
I should have left the damn phone on silent.
“Please, excuse me,” she said as she felt her cheeks flush with frustration as she quickly ascended the stairs as she felt Arthur’s eyes locked onto her black gown and her ass as she walked away from him.
Entering her guest bedroom, she paused to locate her phone, which she saw was on the nightstand next to the bed. Hurrying up to retrieve it, she looked at the caller ID and her dread was confirmed as she saw her husband’s name appear on the phone’s caller ID.
“Hello, sweetie,” Hanan said in forced civility.
“Took you long enough! Is that the quickest your ass could get to the phone?” her husband said rudely as she gripped her fingers in a tight fist, struggling to play the part of the obedient and remorseful wife.
“Well, nice to talk to you too,” she said sweetly, hoping to turn the conversation around and into something more pleasant.
“Yeah, yeah, great. So, what is new with you today?” he said, in a voice which showed he was asking more in a perfunctory way and not a genuine way.
“Oh, I am fine. One of the neighborhood kids came over and mowed the lawn, so that was nice of them,” she said in a half-truth to her detached husband.
“Ooooh, one of the kids mowed the lawn, huh? That sounds SO exciting,” he said, his voice dripping with sarcasm as she struggled not to spit on her own phone, pretending it was his face.
“Ne
xt time, you need to get off your ass and mow it yourself! Why are you wasting money paying kids to mow it when you can do it yourself?”
“Well, usually Abdul mows the lawn, but he has been busy with work,” she said as a means of explanation.
“Yeah, well, tell him to find a way to schedule it in and manage his time better,” her husband said dismissively.
“I suppose that wouldn’t hurt to try,” she said in a forced positive tone.
“I suppose that wouldn’t hurt to try,” her husband parroted back in a feminine voice as a way to annoy her.
“Well, if nothing else is new on your end, we can talk another time,” Hanan said, quickly growing annoyed by her husband.
“Nothing is new here, I just wanted to make sure you were at home like you should be,” he said in a cold tone.
“You know I don’t leave the home unless I am with our niece and her husband,” she lied.
“Good. Just because I can’t see you doesn’t mean that you can do whatever you want,” he said sternly.
“Don’t worry, I am being a faithful and loving wife, my husband,” she replied.
A moment later things seemed to freeze and her head began to spin as she heard something on the other end, which was followed by her husband quickly forcing the person on the other end away from where he was standing. Hanan was almost certain that she had heard the faint sound of a woman’s voice on the other end and now her husband was trying to do damage control to make everything sound normal.
“You’ll have to excuse me, I turned on a movie and it came on at a random part,” he said, his voice sounding as if he was a PR-spinster at a news conference.
Feeling herself get hollow inside, Hanan held the phone, not saying anything as she stared at the bedroom wall, the bed right next to her as her body began to shake slightly.
“Well, then, if there’s nothing else, we can talk tomorrow,” her husband quickly said as he tried to speak in a more jovial tone, fearing that she actually heard what he thought she had heard.
“Tomorrow is fine. Talk to you then,” Hanan replied in a monotone as she hit the red ‘end call’ button on her cell phone and set it down on the nightstand, still stewing inside as she stared at the wall.
Chapter 7
As she stood in the bedroom facing the wall, she heard soft footsteps behind herself as she felt a pair of hands gently wrap themselves around her waist as he squeezed himself against her black gown. Apparently Arthur had heard the commotion and had walked upstairs to comfort her. Either that, or he just wanted an excuse to go upstairs to be with her. As she stood in the same spot, she felt her dread and hurt begin to melt away as Arthur kept his arms wrapped around waist, his chin resting on her back near the bottom of her hijab.
“Oooh, Arthur,” she moaned as she felt his hands shift around her gown, moving until each hand was squeezing one of her B-cup sized breasts, gently feeling them through the fabric of her gown as she moaned louder and felt her arousal grow.
As Hanan reached behind herself, her hand rested on his small ass cheek, squeezing it in reply through his plain white underwear as she let out a long coo as his hands remained on her breasts.
“W-w-wait, Arthur,” she whispered as she turned around slowly until they were facing each other.
As she looked at him, her tanned hands descended down to his t-shirt as she watched him quickly remove his glasses, continuing to lift up his t-shirt so that it quickly passed over his body, his arms briefly extended over his head while his t-shirt came off and landed on the carpet nearby them. As she looked at him staring at her, she looked down and saw the same familiar bulge coming from his underwear as he gave her a naughty grin as his hard ivory cock jutted out, eager to make love to his first middle eastern woman.
As Hanan reached behind herself, she unzipped her black gown from the back. She continued to unzip it until it came down to the middle of her back and at this point she stared at Arthur as she shucked herself out of the gown, letting it fall to the carpet as she kept her hijab on. Arthur’s eyes grew large as he saw the surprise she had saved for him, which was that she wearing nothing under her black gown. As Arthur took in the sight of her middle eastern body and the small shortly-trimmed patch of pubic hair near her pussy, he quickly yanked his own underwear down to his feet, side stepping out of them as he sat down on the edge of the bed, motioning for Hanan to come over to him, which she did.
As Arthur held her in his arms, he slowly kissed her flat stomach as she kept her fingers in his hair as he began to kiss the area around her stomach all over. Sitting up straight, he reached up and placed one of her breasts in his mouth as he began to softly lick and tug on her pebbled nipple as two of his fingers descended down and began to explore her snug pussy lips. As Arthur continued to finger her and fondle her breasts, Hanan gently pushed him away, motioning for him to lay down on the bed, with his head against the pillow near the headrest.
As Arthur heeded her directions, he watched as she crawled across the bed in her hijab, smirking at him until she paused to take his round white cock into her mouth once again as her head began to bounce up and down as Arthur’s cries of pleasure filled the guest bedroom. As Arthur looked at her mouth wrapped around his cock, he let out a long moan as he watched her tits hand down as her small stomach and the side-view of her ass made his erection stay rock-hard.
“Oh, I am so ready for this,” Arthur gasped, his cock securely in her mouth as she paused to look at him.
Letting his dick flop out of her mouth, Hanan crawled towards him, pausing as she straddled him with his cock in her hand, rubbing it along her pussy lips as he groaned with delight.
“Lay back and let me take care of you,” Hanan whispered as Arthur set his head on the pillow, feeling his hard cock as it was covered with a condom, a moment before she felt it slide into her pussy as she began to ride him. Her tits began to bounce around and he watched his sheathed penis get taken deeper inside of her as she began to screech his name and dig her fingernails into his chest as she rode his cock faster and faster as her middle eastern pussy was stretched wider with his big white cock.
As Arthur’s hands reached around Hanan, they gripped onto her ass cheeks as he squeezed hard as she continued to bounce up and down on his manhood as the sounds and scents of sex filled the bedroom.
“Oh Arthur, I love your big white dick,” she moaned as she bounced around on it as if she was riding on a mechanical bull.
“Wait, let’s change positions,” he moaned as he felt her stop riding him as he quickly spun her around so that she was lying flat on her stomach on the bed as he mounted her.
Arthur watched as his penis slid between her ass cheeks, sliding back into her pussy as he palmed each hand across her ass cheeks as he began to hump up and down, his scrotum slapping around as he drilled her quickly and deeply.
“Oh my, ooohhh yes!” she screamed, her hijab still in place as Arthur continued to drill her pussy as he bounced up and down on her as her tanned skin contrasted with his pale, ivory complexion.
As Arthur’s hands reached down and cupped her breasts, his cock dutifully continued to pound away at her pussy as her screams filled her bedroom as his orgasm quickly brewed within his scrotum.
“Oh, I oooh!” she screeched as she began to cum, her fingers gripping the top of the mattress as she scrambled to catch her breath as Arthur relentlessly continued to slam into her tight pussy.
“This...really...feels….AHHHHH!!” Arthur groaned in a high-pitched whine as she felt his cock empty itself into the condom which was lodged deep inside of her as they both screamed in delight.
“Oh, Arthur!” she moaned as she felt herself cum again, as they were both filled with ecstasy as they excreted their sexual juices together.
After another minute of moaning and slowing down the lovemaking, they both disconnected from being as one and turned and laid down in each other’s arms, sweaty and satisfied as they held each other.
Arthur looked at Hanan and asked,
“I forgot to ask earlier. What was that guy’s problem earlier when you were on the phone?”
Deciding to shield him from the truth, she told him that it was a family member whom she had gotten in an argument with, which admittedly was mostly true.
Hanan paused and looked at the clock and realized her niece and her niece’s husband would be home soon and she had to get Arthur to leave.
“Arthur, I’m sorry to say that you need to go now. But, the good news is I have a way we can see each other next week. I want you to come back next week, but there’s something you gotta help me with, and I need you to promise to do as I ask,” Hanan stated.