We had moved to New York two years ago, hoping for a new beginning. Things didn't work out exactly the way we'd hoped, but the experience did help me learn how to maneuver through difficult situations without losing myself. My husband is the sole breadwinner for us as I raise our very young daughter as a full time housewife. The COVID hit us hard. We were late 2 months on the apartment and here I am, sitting on the couch of Mr. Grubb's, the landowner of our apartment unit. I was wearing a hijab and a loose simple dress. Under it, I was slender, with plump tits, narrow waist,  and pear shaped ass.  desirable for every men who see my body online where my husband love to post my body in the online forum without revealing my face.

People who met me used to mistake me for Gal Gadot, the actress who played Wonder Woman. And here Mr. Grubb Was, sitting next to me wearing a wife beater t-shirt with his belly beer showing under the t-shirt. He was really close and smelled like alcohol. He was smoking his cigarettes showing under the t-shirt. He was really close and smelled like alcohol. He was smoking his cigarettes Puffing the smoke filling the entire room with haze. His left hand holding the cigar while his right hand spread almost reach my shoulder. He reclined beside me like a boss who own me. I was sitting at the edge of the sofa yet he still didn't give me a personal space his thigh touched mine occasionally. It's been ten minutes since he sat beside me and he still didn't say a word.

The only thing that I heard from him was his loud breathing as if he hasn't slept well last night. As an Islamic woman who followed her religion, I'm forbidden to talk to man directly unless there's a necessity. But this is out of necessity. My husband was away for business trip and I have to be the one to solve the problem regarding the rent payment. "So you are the wife of Ahmad?" He finally spoke. I nodded. "Yes. I am." He stared at me before continuing. "You know he owe me more than 3 month?" "Yes. I know." I said. "And what do you plan to do about it?" He asked. "I'll try to make some money selling things online." I answered. "Hmm..." He pondered. "What about your salary?" He continued. "Salary?" I raised my eyebrows. "Yeah. Your salary from your job. What do you get?" "Well... nothing actually." I replied. "Nothing? What do you mean 'nothing'?" "I mean I don't get any salary from my job because I quit it after getting married. I'm a full-time housewife." I explained. "Full-time housewife?" He repeated the words. "Hmmm... and you don't receive anything at all?" He said again. "Not really." I said. He looked at me for several seconds before continuing.

"I see... Well. If you can't pay me back in time then we're going to discuss something else." "Something else?" I asked curiously. "Yes. Something else." He reiterated. "Like what?" I asked. He smiled showing his crooked yellow teeth. Then his voice turned into seductive tone. "How about you just... service me?" "Service you?" I said dumbfounded. "Yes. You know." He replied. "Service you sexually? Are you serious?" I shouted. "Of course. Why not?" He shrugged. "That would be illegal!" I yelled. "Illegal? How so?" He replied. "It's against Islam." I retorted. "Oh. Is that so?" He chuckled. "Yea. Sure! Do you think I will cheat on my husband?" I challenged him. "Uh, yes? You have no choice after all. You can't pay your rent and you don't have any money to pay for it. I guess it's a fair exchange." He said as he looked at me in lust. How come he lusted over me. I was clearly wear dress as modest as possible. I leave no cleavage or curve shaping my body but still he lusted me. "I won't agree for this!" I shouted. "Ahmad doesn't want me to do such thing." I insisted. "Is that so?" He raised an eyebrow. "Do you even know what he wants?" "He wouldn't ask me to do such thing." I replied. "Really? So what do you think will happen if I call him now?" "You will end up being sued for sexual harassment." I replied confidently. "Sexual harassment?" He laughed. "No. No need to worry about that." He assured me. "Why not?" I asked. "Because. I'm doing this legally." He revealed. "Legally?" I asked confused. "Yes. I'm your landlord do you forget that? Do you want your husband find out that you are kicked out of the apartment?" He asked. "I see your point." I sighed. "But I'll never agree for this." "Too bad. That's all I've got." He stated. "It's your decision." He puffed up his smoke. I was frozen. My mind was racing. I couldn't be kicked out when my husband was abroad. I couldn't came up to any idea on how to pay the rent. I blamed Ahmad for his gambling addiction for giving me this situation. I looked at Mr. Grubb, his eyes were hunger for me. I never done it with anyone else but Ahmad. Extramarital offense in our home country was severe. "Why me?" I asked in raspy voice. "Because I never had a Moslem woman before. I had my fair of chance with some married women but they are the one who initiate first. They used to have extramarital sex without their husband knowing.

I like to have a challenge for once. " He smirked. " My religion forbid me from having a relationship with another man besides my husband. " I told him. " So what? Everyone has their own rules. It's just a matter of breaking them. Besides, you might enjoy it. " He said. " Enjoy it? " I asked. " You never tried sex with other guy? " He asked while squeezing my thigh. " No. " I answered." Well, you might not know that you liked it until you try. " He said as he squeezed my thigh harder and his hand rised up to my crotch. " Look. I don't want this. Please stop touching me! " I pleaded. "Ten thousand dollars." He stopped my struggle leaving me petrify. "That's how much you owe me for the rent." He grabbed my hand and pulled me back to sofa. I couldn't shake the image of me and my daughter kicked out of apartment while my husband was away for business trip. My heart beating faster and louder. My mind was screaming to resist. My body was trembling. "I-I don't know if I could do it." I stuttered. "That's why you should consider carefully before making your decision."

He pulled closer as he leaned towards me. Our noses almost touch. I could smell the cigar and the alcohol from him. His left hands grabbing my jaw. "Just accept it." He whispered. His grip tightened on my chin. A faint kiss landed on my lips. It wasn't long. It was short and simple. I didn't react. My mind raced. My body trembled. My heart pounded hard and fast. "This is wrong." I thought. My chest felt tight. My stomach felt nauseous. My breath became shallow and ragged. "Okay." I said loudly. Mr. Grubb kept looking at me. His eyes filled with lust. He licked his lips slowly. "Okay?" He questioned. "Are you sure?" He asked. "Yes." My thoughts kept racing back and forth. "Take off your clothes." He commanded. I shook my head. "I won't. It's my boundaries." I refused. "Now." He ordered again. "Please let me keep my clothes," I begged him. "how am I supposed to have sex with you if you keep your clothes? Is this how you have sex with your husband, Salma?" he frustrated. "No," I replied. I pulled up my abaya to the waist, showing my unblemished skin to Mr. Grubb. He gulped. I reached my underwear and pulled it off.

He looked into my pussy. A nice private parts of mine with cute pubic hair. His eyes were about to explode for what he just see. "Let me keep my clothes as I keep what's left of my honor," I pleaded to him. I have no power to resist if he were to rip out my clothes either, I'm on his mercy. "Fine." He agreed. He grabbed my inner thighs and spread them open. "You are not a Moslem without your veil, so you can keep it. But you have to take off your bra." He said as he pulled my legs so I lay on the sofa. "That's also part of my boundary." I said. "Whatever." He replied. He pulled up my abaya exposing my bra. In reflex I covered my chest with my arm crossed. With the help of his right hand, he opened the buttons of my bra and pulled my arms apart. My breast exposed fully to him. My nipple erecting. I covered my eyes with my left arm. "This is it, I'm about to do a major sin worth of executioner's block," I thought to myself. My body got more tense than ever. My heart pounding loud enough to wake everyone in the building. He kissed my nipples. It sent shiver down my spine. I gasp sharply. He bit each one of my nipples lightly. I yelped. I flinched. I twitched.

The pain was overwhelming but yet bearable. He started massaging both of my breasts. Then he moved further down to my belly button and licked it. I squirmed. The heat of his mouth made my skin burning. I whimpered. This was my first time experience such sensation. This old white belly beer man knew what he is doing. Unlike Ahmad who never do such things. Our sex life was very vanilla. Ahmad even would pray before and after we have sex.

I moan softly as Mr. Grubb pressed his tongue inside my belly button. His hands groping my breast roughly. He squeezed it hard enough to make me wince. His nails dug deep into my flesh. "How does that feel?" He asked. "Uffh," I only answered with moan behind my hands covering my mouth. My hijab was drenched from my sweat.

"Oh god," I thought to myself. What if I lose control and give my soul to this man? What if my body betray my self? Would I become addicted to sex? How will I face Ahmad when he comes back? Will he forgive me or divorce me? "What happens next?" I wonder. Mr. Grubb's hands moved downwards. His fingers exploring my skin as he moves.

He put his hands under my knees and pushed them up till I reach 90 degrees. My legs wide open. His head went lower. His nose buried itself between my thighs. He took a big sniff and smiled. He licked my pussy, my most private parts that even Ahmad never does. "Your scent drives me crazy, Salma." He remarked as he went lower, trying to lick deeper. I was amazed. No one has ever eaten me before. No wonder men and women separated during prayer because of sexual attraction. This white belly beer old man can taste me better than Ahmad, my husband. His tongue swirls around my clit. I gasp and moaned. It was intense. I look down at him while he ate my pussy. His tongue darted against my cunt. My hips jerked. My legs quivered. I pulled the hijab over my face tightly. "Ooh!" I cry out loud. He lapped up all my juices. He rubbed my clit in circular motion with his thumb. He inserted two finger inside me and fucked me slow but rough. "Aah!" I yell as I grab his head with both of my hands pulling him tighter. I couldn't believe it. Ahmad had never done something like this to me.

Not even close. All this while I had been missing out such an amazing experience. Why haven't Ahmad done anything like this? Was there any reason for him not to do so? "Why not? Who knows I might like it." I thought to myself. Mr. Grubb's fingers came out of my wet slit. He spread my cum across my labia and started licking it. "Ahmad never did that before." I wonder to myself. I shook my head in disbelief. As he licked my pussy clean, I could feel my brain getting muddled. The room was spinning around me. Mr. Grubb stood up and pulled me by the hijab until it almost came off if I not hold it fast. "Come here." He demanded. I obeyed. I hurriedly followed him to the bed. He held me by my hijab and sat me down in the edge of the bed. He stripped himself naked quickly. His cock was short, but bigger than Ahmad's. This was the first time I saw a grown up male's genital other than my husband since i was married.