It was a slow week for me. No Mr. Grubb and no Mr. Hermann. I dropped my daughter at the islamic preschool nearby. I had some time to spare, so I made my way to my favorite hangout spot. It's a small cafe that serves both coffee and tea, plus some small snacks like croissants and cookies. It was located near the Moslem community where the mosque and the islamic preschool were. The owner of this cafe was also moslem, but his wife was not. She ran the place with her husband who only did the manual labor. They didn't serve alcohol there because it would offend their customers.

One look inside will tell you that most of them are moslems, judging from their dress code. Some wore headscarf while others just covered their hair. I myself always wear full hijab and abaya. I love tricking people. Not knowing what's inside me. This morning when I entered the cafe, it was empty except for one customer. He looked really familiar but I couldn't remember where I've seen him before. When I sat down across from him, he finally recognized me. "Salma, right?" "Ah yes! You're Zayn Akbar!" We both smiled. "You remembered." I blushed. Of course I do. He was my one of my husband's friend. He occasionally visit our place. He was tall, handsome, athletic and he looked like Zayn Malik the celebrity. Before I was 'liberated' by Mr. Grubb I could only admire him from the side with my heart pounding fast. Now after I'm seeing him again

here in this cafe, my heart skipped another beat. God, he's hot! There's something about him that made me all wet between the legs. I want him, I want him bad and I have to do it without me looked like a cheap desperate prostitute. He gestured if he could sit at my table. I reluctantly nodded. Had to keep my dignity in the public, especially in islamic community where a married woman talk with a man  on private terms outside the office is frowned upon. After he took off his leather jacket and put it on the chair beside me, I noticed he wasn't wearing any rings on his fingers. I was so confident I could have him. No one resist my beauty. "So, what brings you here today?" He asked politely. "I usually come here every Thursday to read and drink coffee. My daughter is at the preschool." "Oh nice! Then how long have you been reading the Alif's novel?" His eyes twinkled as he pointed at the book in front of me. I immediately felt guilty for reading such book and told him the truth. "Um... actually I borrowed it from my friend." He wheezed as he tried not to attract any attention. I blushed. I realize it was not a book to read in islamic community. It was a novel about a Moslem girl who embraced her liberty by sleeping around. Even I didn't read it in my apartment. That's why I went to this cafe. Then again I realized how sloppy I was.

At least I should hide it properly instead of leaving it open in the middle of the table. "Shame on me." I thought to myself. "Hahaha. Don't worry, dear. I just wanted to know what Moslem girls do in this country." I laughed nervously. so how you find america?" Zayn asked. "I can't complain. Most americans are nice. But sometimes they think we are terrorist because we wear veil." I said while playing cute with my asymmetric pattern hijab. As if Zayn knew I was already committed adulteries with two white christian men twice my age. And I intended him to be my third partner in adultery when I realized I never had a Moslem man other than my husband filling my womb with his seed. Maybe having sex with an attractive Moslem guy once again would satisfy me like the missionary intercourse I got from the grumpy catholic neighbor and his friend. "It must be hard living under the veil." He smiled coyly. "Well, it takes time getting used to. But it's not really difficult. As long as you don't look too sexy underneath the veil." I giggled. I threw my first bait.

Please go ahead. Bite it Zayn. Just please bite my bait. Come closer to me now. My body shivered as he smiled back. Time to reel my hook in. "Yeah. Your style is totally workable." He stood up. "have you ordered your coffee?" He asked me. "No I haven't." I shook my head. He signaled the waiter. "We'll take the same thing with extra ice. And a piece of chocolate chip cookie, please." He then turned towards me and leaned forward with his hands crossed. I extended my legs under the table. Hoping it would 'accidentally' touch Zayn's legs. The waiter soon came with our order. With my hands clutching my glass cup, I stared into his eye and pretended nothing happened. Nothing unusual or suspicious between us. "How long have you been married?" He questioned casually. "Six years." I said trying to sound casual too. "Is he busy? I'm trying to reach Ahmad," Zayn asked. "Umm, yeah..our business is not as thriving as before." I explained. "I'm trying to reach him for sometime, it looks like he is avoiding me," he sipped his coffee.

"Why do you need to meet him?" I shifted uncomfortably. "I just want to catch up and talk about something important." I waited for Zayn to say more about what he meant but he remained silent. "Actually he owed me some money," Zayn opened up. He wanted to collect it but he couldn't find a good timing to call him. "Did you ask him directly?" I suggested. "He refused saying he doesn't have enough cash." I gave him a sympathetic smile. "That sucks." I said. Our financials were not so good before. I had traded my rent money with sex to my landlord Mr. Grubb. After Ahmad paid in full, Mr. Grubb return the money to me after we had some sex session. A payment for my services, He said. He was ugly white middle-aged man with belly beer but he really know how to please woman like me with his dick and his money. Mr. Hermann was my second adultery partner. Like Mr. Grubb he also was a white Middle-aged man. He was Mr. Grubb's friend. Only difference was he was taller, handsome and much leaner. When I met him, I didn't hesitate to spread my legs for him.

"How much he owes you?" I asked Zayn. "Eight thousand dollars." He said. "Astaghfirullah!" I was surprised. Eight thousands dollars! That amount of money is like a fortune to us. And Ahmad hasn't mentioned anything about it. "Do you know anything about this?" Zayn continued. He sounded annoyed. I fidgeted on my seat. "Don't get mad on him. He might just forget about it." I pleaded. I played innocent even though I already knew the truth. He must've been lost it in gambling. That's exactly what Ahmad did. He loves betting. Especially sports bets. I guessed he lost everything. Even eight thousands dollars. "Hmm.." Zayn sighed. He then stopped talking about it. 'Ah yes,' I remembered something, 'money.' I traded my rent payment with sex. I think I could trade with Zayn also. My husband's debt settled and I have Zayn plowing my 'field'. Two birds, one stone. "Give me your phone numbers." I whispered to Zayn.

He glanced around. We were the only customers. "Please, just give me your number." I insisted. "Ok..." He murmured giving me his number. In exchange I gave him mine. He started texting me right away. "You are beautiful, Salma." He texted. "Thanks," I replied. No one knows we are exchanging text in this cafe. "I don't mean to be rude. I think we can work something here," He proposed. I smiled knowingly in subtle. Something? What kind of something? 'Maybe we can fuck together?' Or maybe 'I will help him pay off my husband's debt'. Yes, I am smart. One hell of a bitch. Ping! A picture came in my text. I gasped, covering my mouth with my hand. A picture of Zayn's cock with its helmet. It looked huge. A thick pillar meat bulging out from his foreskin with veins popping out. Then I got another message. "what do you think?" He teased. "I uh..," I stammered. "Four days and your husband's debt settled," he texted again.

I paused. Fidgeted. I played hesitate. This was what I want. But I couldn't let him know I wanted it. I have to keep my good devoted Moslem wife image. "So? What's it going to be?" He broke the silence. His eyes stared at me with laser focus as if he tried to undress me. My heart pounded fast. I glanced around and found no one was paying attention to us. He seemed confident enough that I would accept his proposal. "I'll think about it." I lied, maintaining my pious facade. "Alright." He typed back. Zayn finished his drink and got up. He reached for his wallet. He took out a ten dollar note and placed it on the table. "I think you have your dessert right there." He pointed at the cookie. I went to pick up my daughter. She wasn't feeling well. On the way home I noticed he was tailing me in his car. He followed all the way until we arrived at my in-laws house. I parked in front of their house. I dropped Aisha to my mother-in-law. Get into my car and texted Zayn that we have a deal.

He told me to follow him. I followed his car to a no-tell motel. I wondered why Zayn chose such place instead of his own home. "Get in!" Zayn commanded when I approached his room. I went inside and closed the door behind me. I stood there awkwardly. Zayn stood up and came over me. He touched my waist making me weak in my knees. Then he pulled me closer to him till our foreheads touching each other. "Do you want this?" He murmured close to my ear. "I umm.. I think I do," I responded hesitantly. He squeezed my butt cheeks while massaging them with his hands. Then he kissed my forehead. He rubbed his nose against mine. Slowly he pushed down my scarf. Next he caressed my hair as he lowered himself kissing my neck. His tongue traced a wet line from my ear lobe down to my collar bone. I moaned softly.

His hands slid down my back until reaching my backside, squeezing them harder. I whined in delight as his kiss trail down to my cleavage. Then it explored further below to my bosom. He pushed me down to the bed. He unbuttoned my abaya and took it off. I was left with my bra and my panties. I looked to the side in shy. Still had to keep my pious facade. He tore off my underwear and threw it to the floor. I was naked except for my bra. He put his hands under my boobs and lowered my bra slowly exposing my breasts. "subhanallah, you are so perfect, Salma." He complimented me. Zayn covered my breasts with his large hands. He began sucking my nipples, moving his head sideways as he sucked and licked my nipples. With his free hand he pulled my boob to his mouth. I moaned in pleasure. I felt so horny. My pussy throbbed in anticipation. The sound of slurping filled the room as he devoured my tits. My hips gyrated uncontrollably. "Ahhh... oooohhh.." I grunted.

Finally, he stopped. I was panting heavily. I put my arms around his neck. I hugged him tighter. I pressed my chest onto his. Our hard nipples grinding against each other. I lifted my leg over his thigh. "The first time I met you, I always wanted to fuck you, Salma." Zayn confessed. His big hand fondling my breast and teasing my nipple. With one hand he slid between my thighs, grabbing hold of my crotch. He squeezed it tightly making me squeal. My toes curled under the strain. "Now I can make my dream come true." Zayn smirked, pulling his hand back. My body was shaking as I felt electricity coursing through me. He moved his big right hand to my face and caressed it lovingly. Then he leaned forward and placed his lips on mine. He forced his tongue into my mouth. I welcomed it willingly. I felt his big strong arms wrapped around my back holding me tight.

He kneaded my buttocks. I whimpered into his open mouth. I parted my lips slightly allowing him access to my oral cavity. As I tasted his saliva, I grabbed the back of his head. My fingers entwined in his thick hair. I moaned loud, pressing my mouth hard against his. I clutched at his broad shoulders and pulled myself towards him. My nipples brushed against his smooth chest. He tasted sweet, like honey. He smelled wonderful too, like sandalwood. He tilted his head to the side and flicked his tongue at the roof of my mouth. It was quick but it made my breath catch. I shuddered involuntarily, making a soft moaning noise. His kiss became more intense. Soon it turned rougher. He bit my bottom lip painfully. I whimpered in pain and tears formed in my eyes. I cried out silently. A single tear ran down my cheek. His kisses became less aggressive. They turned tender. He wiped the tear away from my cheek gently. Then he began licking my lips once more. He nuzzled my neck with his nose.