I loved the humiliation of having sex with a man who wasn't my husband. "Do you know how much I wanted to fuck you ever since we met?" He said. "You knew I was interested in you, didn't you?"

I nodded. "Why did you ignore me? Why didn't you approach me? Did you not find me attractive enough?" He asked teasingly. "You're perfect." I answered honestly. "But I'm married, Zayn."

I explained. "That doesn't matter, Salma. We live our lives in the moment. Tomorrow is never promised." He kept pounding away. My own hormones worked overtime. His perfect masculinity drove me insane.

I couldn't hold it anymore. My ass muscles clench tightly around his prick. I pushed back violently on his thrusts. My pussy ached. I moaned loudly. My clit throbbed madly. "Fuuuuckkkkkk!" I scream in ecstasy.

My anus spasms. My inner muscles clamp down strongly on his shaft. "Salma! Oh God!" He gasp. I grind my pelvis into his groin harder. "Uuuuhhhhnnnggghh!" I moan again in heavenly delight.

I climax. "Sssshhit!" He swore. I could feel his dick swelling bigger. My pussy walls squeezed his cock mercilessly. His hips jerked wildly. Suddenly he freezes in place. "Ohhhhhhh!" He yells in rapture.

His fingers dig into my hipbones. He pump furiously. "Fuck, Salma! Your ass is so fucking tight! So fucking amazing! Aaaargggghh!" He roars in orgasm. He shoots his load violently inside me. A blast of cum erupt from his cock. A torrential gush flood my anal. I grunted with surprise. Warm semen flooded my insides. Jet after jet sprayed inside my bowels. Each pulse fires another wave of cum.

Finally he relaxes. Spent. Breathless. Exhausted. I collapse onto the bed panting heavily. Our chests rise and fall. Puffs of breath escape our nostrils. We lay there side-by-side, covered in sweat and sticky fluids.

His spent cock slides out from my ass. Cum oozes out from my rectum, dripping down my thighs. "Are you ok, Salma?" He asks softly. I turn towards him and nod.

The clock shows 4 PM. We've fucked for one hour straight, doing only anal sex. This round was very long. Unlike the first session when he bursted out in just less than ten minutes.

"well, look at the time. Shall we pray for afternoon prayer together?" Zayn teased me. "Then we should take a shower first. you go first. I'm gonna take my khimar (praying robe) I left in my car," I replied.

I cleaned up a bit and wear my abaya without my hijab. I let my wavy hair

cascade freely down my back. Thank God the motel room was on the ground floor I didnt need to struggle. I walk to my car and fetch my khimar. In the outside there were men standing by watching me as I walked pass them. They whistled

and catcalled at me but i ignored them. I knew I'm pretty especially the after sex glow up. I returned to the room and put my khimar on the table then i join Zayn in the bathroom. He has already washed himself. "Let me help you clean yourself too." He offers.

"Thank you." I reply happily. I took off my abaya and He washes me thoroughly. Every part of my body except my breasts and my vagina. After that we prayed together. When we finished he kissed my forehead the way a Moslem husband kissed his wife after praying. It is not a mandatory but a gesture of love. I giggled. "What?" Zayn asked. "You, you are cute." I pinched his belly. "You kissed my forehead after praying. You say Bismillah before entering me. You treat me like your own wife."

I smiled at him. "Well I guess you're my wife."

He joked. I blush deeply. "We have sex, Salma. Technically we are husband and wife. Just not official yet."

He teased me again. Then suddenly he hit my ass cheeks twice with both hands. "Don't worry. I wont tell anyone about this." He winked at me. "Definitely, I could get stoned if anyone knows about this."

I laughed. He shrugged. "Don't worry, this is America. No one's gonna stone you."

He assured. He was right. In this land of the free, I have power. Even if Ahmad found out about my little spicy activity he couldn't do anything.

We parted ways in evening. I went to pick up Aisha from my m in-law. I was greeted by my f in-law instead. He said Aisha wanted to stay a little bit longer.

My f in-law, Abbas,

isn't a very practicing Muslim. He would sometimes buy beer and cigarette for his friends which outraged my mother-in-law. But because he was the sole breadwinner in the house she didn't want to make a fuss.

They married each other in an arranged marriage, hence no real love or affection between them. But they work together to keep their household. Abbas fathered three kids; my husband, two girls.

I was resting on the sofa while watching Aisha playing with Abbas.

Abbas was 65 years old. All grey hair. He looks like Mr. Hermann. A bit tall and lean.

A handsome man despite his age. Abbas and I exchanged small talk about my day-to-day life with Aisha. She climbed on his lap and started kissing him on the cheek. I sighed lovingly seeing how they interact.

She told her grandfather that she missed him while he was working. She played peek-a-boo with him hiding his face. "How sweet they are." My mother-in-law said, observing us with smile on her face. She sat near us on the sofa. I couldn't see any wrinkles on Abbas' skin. As soon as he spotted me sitting on the couch he approached me. "How have you been lately, Salma? You're looking radiant today." He complimented. "thank you

I blushed bashfully. If only he knew his d in-law just had extramarital sex.

After some conversation with my parents in-law, I picked up Aisha and went home.

While driving home I couldn't get my head out of it. Abbas, my husband's father, have Mr. Hermann's vibe.

Something stirred in my stomach. The thought of it.