"Please," I begged. "It's alright, Salma. It's okay. No worries. I will take full responsibility. Don't worry about that." Zayn reassured me. He held his throbbing member. It twitched in excitement.  He squeezed it, smearing pre cum on its tip. He grinned mischievously. Then he inserted his manhood inside me. "Bismillah," he prayed. I didn't know he was that religious. Only husband said Bismillah before entering his wife. Or.. or he took me as his wife? "Unnghh," i moaned. Inch after inch he rammed it deeper and deeper. When his knob hit my cervix I cried out loudly in pain.

He paused for a moment to let me adjust to his size. "You're so tight, Salma." He muttered quietly. After a brief pause he started slowly then he began pumping his rod faster and faster inside me. I thrashed my head from side to side screaming in agony. "Oh god! Oh god! Oh god!" I called upon Allah for mercy. Zayn kept drilling into my pussy mercilessly.

My pussy stretched to accommodate his cock. I felt every thrust hitting my womb. I screamed louder and louder. My voice echoed throughout the room. Tears streamed down my cheeks. Sweat dripped from my forehead. "Haaah! Haaaah!" I yelled. Zayn pounded away into me with brute force. "I'm going to cum soon," he warned. "Eeeekkkk! Stop! Please stop!" I begged him. "No! I don't care!" He shouted. "I am going to cum!" He pounded hard into my flesh. He penetrated deeply to my core and then suddenly withdrew it swiftly. He repeated the same stroke over and over again faster than before. I was crying now.

I gritted my teeth, arching my back violently. My pelvis lifted upwards trying to meet his next stroke. I opened my mouth wide releasing a shrill scream. "Ah! Ah! Ahh!" A few more strokes later I climaxed.

A series of waves of orgasmic tremors rocked my entire being. My pussy muscles pulsated contracting his penis. My nails dug deep into the mattress. "Oh fuuuuuck! Salma, oh fuckkk!" Zayn grunted, spewing his seed into my womb. Once he finished his ejaculation he collapsed on top of me. He rested for a minute regaining his breath. My pussy still quivering in orgasmic state. "Thank you." He whispered, followed by a small kiss to my lips. I never thought he was a fast finisher, almost a one pump chump. Unlike Mr. Grubb or Mr. Hermann who could keep up for more than half an hour in full throttle. Maybe because they were married men and had experienced many women in their life. However, this new sensation was something different for me. Zayn got off me. His cock flopping to and fro. He lay beside me breathing heavily. "Don't think this is enough for today, Salma." He chuckled. I smiled weakly and nodded my head, closing my eyes.

I was exhausted. "This is just round one," Zayn warned me as if something big was going to happen next. He get off from bed. Put on his brief. Walked to the porch and lights up his cigarette. And once again, he stared outside aimlessly into the darkness. I guess it's his habit during sex. Zayn ordered pizza, plain cheese pizza, which I enjoyed a lot. Zayn ordered two bottles of red wine. He poured some on glass and passed it to me. "Drink!" He commanded me. I act reluctant. "But..but it's Haram," I played innocent. He laughed aloud. "Come on, Salma! We've done much worse! Do you really think we need to be worried about a little sip of alcohol?" "Okay, I'll try," I replied hesitantly. He didn't know i always drink alcohol whenever I have sex with my landlord Mr. Grubb.

Zayn raised his glass. I did the same. He toasted. "To the best woman in the world!" I blushed deeply when he called me the best woman in the world. Mr. Grubb always called me slut and whore. But Zayn made me over the moon with his flattery. Zayn drank the whole glass in one go. I sipped it slowly. We drank our wine while watching porn. "You will be the prettiest pornstar if you want to," he commented. "Why?" I ask curiously. "Because you're pretty, slim, young and flexible," he answered without hesitation. "And your body looks so yummy too," he added. "Thank you," I blushed shyly. "..and you have the best pussy I ever fuck in my life," he commended again. That time I didn't blush, instead I smile warmly. Rumor has it that he is a fuckboy, even one of the mother of Aisha's friend claimed she slept with him. I shrugged it off as just another preschooler mom's talk. Moslems frowned upon extramarital sex but the girls talk was always the same like everyone else about husbands, kids, and the sex talk was always the primary topic between moms. Especially handsome men, women always talk about handsome men. And they love to exaggerating the topic, one-upping the others to make it more interesting to spend some time.

"Maybe you should try to become a pornstar," he continued. "Men will love to see you naked." I laughed. "A pornstar? I don't think I can imagine being one in front of the camera." I hid the fact that Mr. Grubb already have some of our adultery recorded in videos. I just playing innocent with Zayn. Mr. Grubb and I used to evaluate our sex with the videos. "Trust me, Salma. You will love it!" He encouraged me. "Imagine you are fucking on stage, millions of people around the world will see your sexy body," He told me. "Millions of people?" I gasped. "Yes!" He smiled wickedly. "Can you imagine the feeling?" "No.." I shook my head. I lied. I knew exactly the feelings and it was exhilarating. "You will love it, trust me." He assured me confidently. He moved closer to me. He put one hand behind my head, drew my face closer to his. Our lips met. "I couldn't imagine what I would give to watch you being fucked in camera. Such beauty of yours is not meant to be keep for your husband only," He grabbed my hijab on the side of the bed and show it to my face. I knew what he means.

The concept of hijab was to protect woman's dignity. And their beauty is only belong to their husband alone. We, Moslem wives, are not public entertainment. Moslem wives could only show her beauty for their husbands. Zayn basically told me that my beauty is beyond my husband. And I couldn't agree more. Mr. Grubb, Mr. Hermann, and Zayn already 'tasted' my beauty. I must not be self-centered. I have to share my beauty to the world. To every men. To everyone. And maybe someday I can be famous pornstar. It was all came to mind. All at once. In that very instant. The thought of it excited me and made me wet. "Salma?" Zayn called me. "What's wrong?" He asked. "Nothing," I replied shyly. Maybe not now. But for now, I promised to myself, I will share my beauty to every men who desire me. I will let them explore every inch of my body. I will let them fuck me senseless until they are satisfied with my cunt. I will let them ejaculate inside my womb and fertilize it with their seed while still keeping my hijab, my identity as a religious Moslem wife.

I will be loyal to my husband while also enjoying every single second with other man. What an incredible paradox! The excitement of sharing my beauty with strangers was burning my flesh. But I couldn't tell anyone including Zayn. I just smiled weakly, shaking my head. "Are you sure?" He pressed further. I lied again. " Yeah, yeah, I'm fine," I said emphatically. The clock showed 3 PM, We both sat on the edge of the bed. Zayn gave my another kiss. I saw his cock half-erected. He was ready for round 2. He hugged me tightly, squeezing my tits with his left hand. I reached down to fondle his cock, making it harder and bigger. Then he grabbed me by the waist and dragged me onto the bed. I landed on the soft mattress while he followed closely. With some effort he wrestled me on all fours. Now he had a perfect view of my backside. "Wow... look at that delicious butt..." He exclaimed happily.

"What do you mean?" I asked innocently. "Your ass!" He slapped my ass twice quickly. "Ouch!" I moaned. My ass cheeks turned reddish. "Now take it slow. Nice and slow." He instructed me. "Spread your legs wide apart."

I spread my thighs apart. Still on all fours. "Arch your back, make your ass high. Stick out your ass cheek." I obeyed. I arched my back and lifted my ass as high as possible.

I felt his warm breath near my asshole. His tongue parted my ass cheeks and licked my hole gently. "Mmmmmm!" I moan loudly. His tongue circled my anus. His hands grab my hips and pulled my ass towards his mouth.

His lips surround my opening and pushed in, licking and sucking my hole vigorously. "Oh godddddddd!" I cried out loud. His mouth and tongue send wave after wave of pleasure throughout my entire body.

"Ahhhhh! Yessssss!" I moaned in ecstasy. I closed my eyes and enjoy his expert oral technique. He eat my ass clean like he wasn't eating an ass but a tasty lollipop.

His tongue probe deeper into my insides, reaching my innermost part. My back arched higher. I tried to push my ass deeper into his mouth. My knees almost buckling from the intense pleasure of his tongue.

"Noooooo!" I whimpered desperately. His mouth never stopped its rhythmic motions. His tongue devoured my asshole relentlessly. I feel my prostate swollen up. His tongue were stimulating my prostrate directly.

My hole were lubing naturally. Precum started dribbling out of my urethra. I wanted to scream but I couldn't speak. All the saliva in my throat went dry. My eyes rolled to the back of my head.

My heart pounded rapidly in my chest. I hold my breath. My lungs start to hurt. My throat parched. I gaped open my mouth but no sound came out. My jaw clench together and trembled violently. My eyelids fluttered.

My whole body stiffen up. My muscles tense up. My fingers clawed at the sheets below me. My toes curled up. My legs shake uncontrollably. My heart pound fast and hard. I feel like passing out any minute.

I feel like my insides were going to explode. Like if I didn't cum soon then my head will pop off. I feel like dying from pleasure. Wave after wave of overwhelming pleasure took over my senses.

All I felt was his tongue burrowing deep into my prostate. I felt like nothing else exist except his tongue in my ass. His tongue was my universe. His tongue was my life source. Without his tongue my soul will die.

Finally, a tremendous explosion ripped through my lower abdomen. My body jerked violently. My ass convulsed. Another explosion shot straight up through my bellybutton. My asshole tensed. "Allahu Akbar!"

I screamed to God repeatedly in orgasmic pleasure. A third explosion hit me in my pubic bone. My clit twitched. A fourth exploded in my breasts. My nipples throbbing painfully. My whole body shudder.

My back arched. My neck stretched forward. Tears flowed down from my eyes. I broke down crying from pure pleasure. Finally I release all the air from my lungs and let out a long exhale.

"How was that, Salma?" Zayn asked with lusty grin. I turn my head sideways, looking at him through tearful eyes. I try to form words but none comes out. "Did I say something wrong? Do I need to stop?"

He teased me. "Yesssss!" I groan in painful pleasure. I shivered all over. His tongue still worming around my anus. "Pleaseeeeeeee! Pleaseeeeeee!" I beg. "Pleasee whaaaaaat?" He ask coyly. "Finish meeee!" I begged Zayn. "Guess Ahmad never do that, eh?" Zayn asked.

I shook my head negatively. "That feels so good. I love it!" I admitted. He continue licking my hole slowly. "I want to make this last forever." He murmured between kisses. He bite my ass cheeks lightly.

He grabbed my waist from behind with one hand. He rubbed my anal with his knob. "Have you tried anal sex before, Salma?" He asked as his helm poking my anus. I shook my head. "Never." I lied.

The truth was, I have done anal with Mr. Hermann, and Mr. Grubb did too. I closed my eyes and pretend ignorance. "Don't worry. You'll love it. Just relax." He assured me. "You're safe with me. Trust me."

He kissed my back softly. I nodded submissively. He moved closer and held my shoulder firmly. "Relax." He whispered into my ears. He shove his cockhead past my sphincter ring. I gritted my teeth.

"Haaaahh!" I grunted. He fed more inches inside my hole. "Aghhh!" I yelped in pain. "Damn... you are tight, Salma..." He groaned. He poked my bottomhole till only his ballsack remained outside.

"OK now, keep breathing deeply. Relax." He coached me. "Relax your bottomhole and let your body adjust to my size." He encouraged. His grip tighten on my shoulders. His arm embrace me tighter. I take a deep breathe.

Slowly my anal loosens up. I felt his hot cock buried inside me. My ass cheeks clenched around his shaft. I could feel each inch of his penis. I could feel every veins and arteries in his rod.

"Good girl... now move your hips backwards slowly." He ordered. I raised my butt upwards, following his instructions. He pulled out his cock slowly until only the tip remained inside me.

Then I lowered myself down onto his cock. "Move your hips in circles slowly. Massage my dick inside you." He told me. I rocked my hips in small circular motion, rubbing my ass against his groin.

Soon my anal adjusted to his member. My ass muscles loosen up. My rectal expanded to accommodate his thickness. Now I could fuck him harder without hurting.

"Do you feel that nice, Salma?" He asked in low voice. I nodded my head. My pussy and my ass tingled. My stomach flutter. I felt like I was floating. It felt so good I almost fainted. "You like that?" He asked again.

I nodded once more. "That means you like to get fucked from the back." He teased me. "Is that what you prefer, Salma?" I nod shyly. "Yes," I replied short. I wanted him to keep believing he was my first adultery. I wanted to feed his ego. Men love the sensation of 'conquering' women.

Especially when they think they got them easily. "Turn your head sideways and look at me." He instructed. I turned my head sideways and looked at him. Our eyes met. "Say it, Salma. Say 'Yes'."

He demanded. "I like to be fucked from behind." I repeated quietly. "Keep saying it." He insisted. "I like to be fucked from behind." I repeated louder. He smiled mischievously and slapped my ass cheek. "That's right." He affirmed. "You like being bent over. When someone comes behind you and fucks you hard from the back, don't you just love it, Salma?" I nodded vigorously. My lips quivering with anticipation. I can feel his thick dick gliding smoothly inside me. "Let me hear you say it loud." He commanded. "I like being fucked from behind." I shouted excitedly. "Louder, Salma. Scream for me." He urged. "I like being fucked from behind." I shouted. "Yeah, yeah, yeah, Salma! That's what I want to hear!" He cheered. He pounded me faster and faster. I bucked wildly. I enjoyed being taken roughly from behind. I loved getting rammed by his popping veined dick. I loved feeling used. I loved the pain of anal penetration.