Once inside, I turned to her, softly brushing a stray lock of hair from her face. She leaned into my touch, closing her eyes briefly as my fingertips grazed her cheek.
"Are you sure?" I whispered, searching her face for any hesitation.
"Yes," she replied softly, meeting my gaze.
I nodded, feeling my heart swell as I started the car. Our hands intertwined again, and I kissed her hand, an unspoken promise flowing between us, binding us together.
As I was turning the car in the direction to my home, she placed her hand on my thigh. "No...HSR," she said, referring to the locality where she stayed.
I noticed she did not say, "my home," or, "my house." I wasn't sure if it was intentional... or just slipped out that way.
When we reached the gate of her apartment complex, the security guard stopped the car, not recognising it.
He was about to ask me to enter my details in the register when Zainab leaned over, so that he saw and recognised her.
He looked momentarily confused to see her with me, but after a brief pause, nodded and waved us through.
"Why did you let him see you?" I asked quietly, aware that the security guard seeing her with a man who wasn't her husband--especially this late at night--would certainly set tongues wagging.
"I wanted him to see me. I want them all to see me," she said simply.
When I looked at her questioningly, she said, "I want them all to see me with you because Sohel is not able to satisfy me and keep me happy. I want them to look at him with the same look of pity that they have been looking at me until now," she added.
As soon as I parked the car in the guest area and locked it, she grasped my hand firmly and guided me straight toward the lift.
Some neighbours were out for their after-dinner strolls. Clearly recognizing her, they stared openly, their curious eyes following us as we walked hand-in-hand to the lift.
As soon as we entered the apartment and shut the door behind us, I pulled her close, kissing her urgently, my restraint finally giving way.
She responded immediately, matching my urgency, her hands sliding beneath my t-shirt, gripping my back tightly and pulling me even closer.
I was already hard, and the sensation of her body pressed against me, her silky soft hair on my cheek, the intoxicating mix of her perfume with her womanly scent and the forbidden line we had already crossed was driving me wild.
"Zainab," I breathed as I kissed her.
Just as she'd unzipped my trousers and was about to pull it down, I realised with a startle that we had an audience.
The curtains were not drawn over the large French windows to the balcony and there was a women standing on the opposite balcony, staring at us.
"There's someone there," I said quietly, nodding toward the window.
"I don't care," she murmured, her voice low and husky. "Right now, all I care about... is this. I want this inside me," running her hand over the bulge in my trousers.
I smiled, gently guiding her toward the sofa.
But she paused, shaking her head slowly. "No, not here," she replied softly, intertwining her fingers with mine as she quietly led me toward the bedroom--hers and Sohel's.
I noticed that the curtain on the window here wasn't drawn either, so the woman across would continue to enjoy a clear view of us.
The bed was elegantly draped with a beautiful cover embroidered with intricate handwork. Without a word, she grasped one corner and jerked it away, revealing a pristine, pure-white bedsheet beneath.
Standing by the bedside, she slowly unbuttoned my striped office shirt, her fingers trailing lightly across my chest with every undone button. Once she was done, I slipped it off and tossed it onto a chair in the corner.
She sat down on the edge of the bed and pulled me closer by the band of the underwear so that I was just a few inches from her, standing between her splayed out legs.
"And now, my prize...," she whispered with a smile, slowly pulling down my trousers and underwear, freeing my hard cock, which sprang up suddenly, catching her by surprise.
She gazed at it for a moment, a mesmerized smile playing on her lips.
She lightly licked her lips, then softly held it with both hands, tracing the veins with her fingers. "You're so big," she breathed.
I shuddered as she gently pushed the foreskin back to reveal the thick pink head, glistening with pre-cum.
"It's so beautiful, like a ripe strawberry," she murmured.
She then looked up at me, as if asking for permission.
I nodded my head slightly, and she leaned in, bringing her mouth closer.
Her tongue darted out, to lick the drop of pre-cum, taking a moment to savour it on her tongue. Then, with maddening slowness, she wrapped her lips around the crown, the warm, wet heat of her mouth almost sending me over the edge.
I glanced to see if the woman across was still watching us. But she was gone and had drawn her own curtains. Perhaps too embarrassed by what she'd seen and was going to see.
I brought both my hands to her shoulders for support, as her manipulations on my knob, the feel of her warm wet mouth around me, her tongue doing a dancing movement around it and her teeth grazing gently threatened to buckle my knees.
My fingers dug into her shoulders as she worked me deeper, her throat flexing around me. The rhythm of her mouth, taking me in and out--alternating between slow sucks and rapid strokes, brought me to the edge.
Then she began moving her mouth, sucking and pulling, taking me in and out--slowly at first, and then with increasing speed, edging me closer to release.
"Zainab," I groaned, my hips jerking involuntarily, my fingers tangling in her hair as the overwhelming sensations took hold.
Sensing my impending climax, she abruptly pulled away with a small pop, leaving a string of saliva stretching between her lips and my throbbing cock.
"Why did you stop?" I groaned in frustration.
"Not yet," she smiled. "I want you inside me when you cum."
She reached down, grabbing the hem of her kameez and pulling it up, revealing her breasts straining against her bra. With a slow, deliberate movement, she pulled it over her head and tossed it aside.
I knelt down so that her breasts lay exactly where I wanted, running my fingers over their softness before undoing the clasp and sliding her bra off.
Her breasts were full and heavy--creamy white with brown -- pink areolas and nipples that just begged to be sucked.
"Do you like them?" asked Zainab, a nervous smile on her face.
Without answering her, I moved forward and clamped my lips around one nipple, while cupping the other with my hand. I sucked her nipple like a baby expecting to be rewarded with milk, and simultaneously massaged the other.
"I guess you do," she said with a quiet chuckle, her fingers weaving through my hair.
I then shifted my attention to her salwar, carefully undoing the knot before pulling it to take it off. She lifted her hips to help.
I buried my face between her thighs, inhaling her scent from her panties, her musky smell driving me wild with lust.
Here she was, the most beautiful woman in the world, a goddess, in front of me with her legs spread out wide, offering me to take her and make her mine.
I shifted her panties aside with one hand, exposing her glistening slit, already wet and inviting. I ran my thumb over her swollen lips before using my forefinger to lightly tease her entrance.
She drew a deep breath and her hands gripping head, soft moans escaping her.
Her panties were restricting my access, so I took my hands to her waist, pulling it off, revealing her clean, hairless pussy before me, glistening with her juices.
She shifted back when I leaned in. "No, you shouldn't. I'm dirty there," she said, but I silenced her with a lick, slow and deliberate, along the full length of her slit to her clitoris.
"Oh, Samir," she cried, her body arching as I lavished attention on her pussy, alternating between deep kisses entering her with my tongue, teasing licks, and gentle tugs on her lips. The sensations overtaking her, she collapsed onto her back.
I continued until her moans turned to screams, her breathing ragged.
I knew she was close, and I increased the pressure, my tongue getting rougher in its licking. Finally, she came, her orgasm shaking her body as her juices flooded my mouth.
I swallowed up the sweet cream hungrily, and pushed my tongue into her, as deep as it would go, so I wouldn't miss on even a drop. As her breathing steadied slowly, I swiped some onto my tongue and slowly crawled upward along her perfect body.
Bringing my lips to hers, I offered her my mouth, so that she could taste herself on my tongue.
"You're not dirty. You're sweet like honey," I whispered.
She wrapped her arms around me, hugging me tight.
I reached down to position myself to enter her, but she brought her hand to prevent me,
"Wait, baby," she whispered.
"Now what?" I thought.
She reached out with her hand to find her mobile, and then pulled herself higher up so that we were in the middle of the bed.
"Okay, now. Make me yours, Samir," she said, bringing her hand down to hold my cock and position it at her entrance.
I pushed in, slowly entering her, a millimetre at a time, savouring the feeling of her warm, wet womanhood, enveloping me bit by bit.
She gasped, her eyes dilating as I filled her up.
"Oh my God, you're so thick," she breathed, reaching down, as I stretched her, entering her slowly.
I kept pushing in further and further, until I was touching the roof of her vagina, But I still had some more to go, and kept pushing until my pubic bone grinding was against her clitoris.
"You're so deep inside me, Samir," she said.
I stayed like that for some time, savouring the feeling of her hot vagina hugging my cock like a sheath, and then kissed her, pushing my tongue between her lips to meet hers. She responded back, kissing me with equal fervour.
Slowly, I pulled back until I was almost out, before pushing in again, building a rhythm, but still slow and steady.
Her breath grew ragged, heaving like she was running a race, as I drove into her relentlessly.
"Faster," she moaned, her fingers holding me by the hips.
I speeded up, but gradually, letting her writhe under me, repeating herself, "Please, faster. Faster."
Finally, I started thrusting as fast as I could, pistoning in and out of her like a machine, and soon felt the familiar sensation in my cock. I was fast approaching my release.
Suddenly, she gave a loud whimper and her legs wrapped around my waist, drawing me deeper as her orgasm washed over her, as a came inside her, flooding her fertile womb with potent sperms.
Feeling my sperms hitting her inner walls, she dug her nails into my back, and whispered, "Cum baby cum. Give me your seed."
I pumped my complete load into her, my cock throbbing to release the last drops.
After there was no more, I staying inside her as I softened, and collapsed on top of her gorgeous body.
She smiled up at me, her body bathed with sweat. "I love you, Samir" she breathed, her chest heaving as she caught her breath.
"I love you too, Zainab," I said, as I kissed her.
I stayed inside her as we kissed for a long time, with her crying out, "Love you, love you, love you," in between kisses.
When I pulled out of her, I noticed a small puddle of our combined juices had already formed on the pristine white bedsheet, which steadily increased in size as a stream leaked out of her.
"Oh, you were so good I totally forgot this," she said, pointing to her mobile lying beside her.
"Don't worry, I'm not done with you yet," I said, kissing her.
"Aren't you tired?" she asked, astonished.
"Not at all," I hugging her and I rolled over, so that I was below and she was above.
"I'll have to get you ready first," Zainab giggled, moving down my body to take hold of my cock and licking it.
"Mmmm, we taste so good together," she remarked, as she licked our combined juices. "Do you want to taste?"
"Yes, of course," I said, and she took a swipe from her leaking pussy with her fingers, and brought it to my mouth.
I sucked her fingers clean, and agreed with her, "You're right. We taste so good together," I smiled.
She took her attention down, licking, sucking and using her hands to bring me back to full arousal again so my cock was standing straight up to the sky.
I glanced at her hand holding the mobile, she said, "I want him to watch."
I understood what she meant, and somehow, that turned me on even more.
I took the mobile, and held it so I could get a clear view of her, and gave her a thumbs up.
She settled onto my thighs, her fingers wrapping around my throbbing cock with deliberate slowness. Her touch was teasing, almost maddening--pulling the foreskin back and forth, her nails grazing the sensitive head just enough to send electric jolts down my spine.
I adjusted the phone, angling the camera to capture only her face as the call connected.
"Hello?" Sohel's voice crackled through the speaker, irritation lacing his tone before he realized it was a video call. "Yes, what happened?"
Zainab's lips curled into a smirk. "Hello, Sohel?"
"What do you want?" he snapped, ignoring her pleasantries.
"When are you coming back?"
"In a few days."
"Are you bringing her with you?" she asked, her fingers never ceasing their slow, torturous rhythm.
"Yes."
"Good. I'm preparing the bed for the two of you," she purred.
"What...what do you mean?"
"You'll find out when you come back," she said, her eyes flickering to me in silent command.
I shifted the camera lower, revealing inch by tantalizing inch of her bare skin--her collarbone, the swell of her full breasts, her tantalising nipples, the curve of her stomach.
"What are you doing?" Sohel's voice sharpened. "Why aren't you wearing anything?"
The camera dipped further, exposing her hand wrapped around my cock, stroking it with lazy confidence.
His breath hitched audibly before the screen erupted with curses, ""What the fuck are you doing, you bi...." But I quickly turned the volume off so Zainab wouldn't have to listen to his filthy abuses.
But I left the mic on--let him hear every gasp, every moan.
While the speaker volume was off, the mic was still on, and he would be able to hear clearly.
"Look how big he is," Zainab taunted, pressing my length against her belly, her fingertip tracing a path to almost her navel. "Can you imagine how deep he can go and how much pleasure he can give me?"
Sohel had gone quiet, watching helplessly.
Her laughter was wicked as she lifted herself before taking me inside herself little by little, her moans soft and breathless. The camera captured every detail--the way her lips stretched to accommodate me, the wet gleam of her arousal coating my length.
I noticed, she had still not taken all of me inside her. Her chest rose and fell in a slow, deliberate rhythm, like an athlete preparing for a sprint.
"Oh God," she moaned, as she finally slowly lowered herself further, locking her eyes with mine as I penetrated her depths further than even before, until she was sitting on my lap and couldn't go any further.
"You've made me yours baby," she breathed.
I adjusted the angle, zooming in as she rose again, this time my cock glistening with her juices.
My free hand found her breast, kneading, pinching her nipple softly as she rode me...slowly at first, and then faster and faster. Her breasts bouncing with every movement as she rode me, her expressions shifting between pleasure and defiance.
When her legs began to tire, I sat up, pulling her into my lap, her legs wrapping around me in the lotus position.
I switched to the front camera, propping the phone against a pillow to capture our joined bodies, our faces hidden but our passion for each other undeniable.
"Zainab," I moaned, our arms entwined, drawing each other closer. We were no longer two but one.
We held each like that, embracing each other, eyes locked, breath shared, our bodies locked together, our souls finally one.
Finally, I brought my hands to her buttocks to lift her so that my cock was almost out of her, before lowering her again. She helped me, using my shoulders for leverage. I kept it up until after some time, her moans growing louder every time I lowered her, my cock pushing against the very depths of her vagina.
As we built speed, Zainab's moans deepened, her breath heaving, she whimpered, "Samir," as she approached her orgasm.
For a brief second I wondered if Sohel had heard that, then dismissed the thought.
There was total silence from the other end, as Sohel watched Zainab in the throes of her orgasm, moaning and heaving, in the throes of passion with another man.
The knowledge that she was exacting sweet revenge on Sohel must have been that much more of a turn-on for her, because her second orgasm was much longer and intense than the first.
Her pussy clenched around me as she came, causing me to orgasm as well, cumming deep inside her, flooding her fertile womb with my hot sperm, and giving me a sweet release.
She dug her nails into my back, and whispered, "Yes my love. Cum inside me. Lets make a baby together."
After I was done, I gently lifted her and as soon as my cock exited her, a gush of our juices splashed out of her now vacant pussy,
After she'd caught her breath, Zainab turned to the camera and saw that Sohel was still there, watching us. Instead of the crazed angry look he had before, he now had a mesmerised 'deer in the headlights' look on his face.
"What? Did you seriously enjoy watching another man fucking your wife's brains out?" she laughed.
Snapped out of his trance by Zainab's taunt, he quickly ended the call.
I burst out laughing, watching the happenings. "Okay, What you wanted is done. Forget about him. It's just you and me from now on."
She nodded with a smile and wrapped her arms around me. "I love you, Samir" she breathed.
"I love you too, Zainab," I said, as I kissed her.
I looked down to see we'd created another large stain on the white bedsheet.
We went at each other like we were on a mission to repopulate the world. By four o'clock, we were both totally exhausted, and fell into deep sleep, holding each other's naked bodies, slick with sweat and our juices.
There were three stains on the bedsheet and one on his pillow, though every subsequent one was a bit smaller than the previous.
It was eight o'clock when I woke up to the sound of activity in the room. Looking through groggy eyes, I saw Zainab packing her things in a large suitcase.
"Good morning, lover boy" she chirped, seeing me awake.
"Good morning, angel," I replied.
"Are you hungry? I've made your favourite khagina."
"Yes, thank you. My stomach is rumbling."
"I put on my underwear, and we walked to the kitchen, hand in hand. She served onto a single plate, and we ate from it, with her seated on my lap."
"Look at this," she said, showing me her mobile phone. There were 27 missed calls from Sohel.
"He seems to be missing you suddenly," I said and chuckled.
"I hope he burns in hell," she replied.
"Okay, forget about him. Delete him permanently from your mind. Its only you and me now," I told her.
"Yes, Samir," she replied with a smile.
After we'd eaten and bathed, and Zainab had finished packing, we set out for my place.
Just as the lift doors were beginning to close, a soft voice called out, "Please hold the lift."
I quickly reached out and stopped the door. An elderly lady, likely in her seventies or eighties, stepped in slowly.
She looked at Zainab with the big suitcase, and then at me and exclaimed, "Going somewhere, Zainab?"
"Yes, auntie. I'm leaving," replied Zainab simply.