Discussion of Aisha and Salim's Future Interrupted

Aisha and I both take our seat at the dinner table, still naked and with my cum still clinging to her thighs.

"Salim, I think that you can remain standing and allow the two of us to discuss the future of your marriage and what it means to Allah"

"As it his his will, I will obey."

Salim stood next to the kitchen counter, his head bowed in prayer. I could sense some feelings of shame and confusion on his face. His wife who had just been thoroughly fucked in front of him was still showing her body for this stranger. It couldn't make me happier to see him in this position. I turned to Aisha who had begun to eat of her own accord, a little confidence in her actions.

"Have you ever been fucked like that before Aisha?"

Her face blushed as she swallowed her current bite of food. "No, I have not. That was more than any earthly pleasure and was suffused with the divine."

"Have you ever even cum before? That feeling of reckless pleasure that rocked through your body at least 7 times while your husband was preparing our meal?"

"Yes, that is the divine pleasure that I spoke of."

"Oh, poor, poor Aisha. That wasn't any sort of divinity, that was merely an orgasm. That is something normal to feel during sex. Has your husband never given one to you."

I heard Salim's voice, barely above a whisper, "I have never allowed it, a wife is for the pleasure of her husband, she is not to be tempted with the rapture of the divine."

"You fucking dick. Who would deny such a basic act of love as an orgasm to the one that they love. I feel so sorry for you Aisha but I am glad that I could give you that orgasmic release from our fucking."

The look on Aisha's face at me was one of pleading, the emotional weight of her orgasms had subsided and now she was left with a longing. She looked over to her husband with regret, wondering how something so lovely, pleasurable could be kept from her and not from him.

"What do you think of her cumming just now while you cooked Salim? Was that pleasure, and rapture immoral too or is it ok if she cums?"

"It is not something that I would allow but as it comes from your mouth it is as Allah's will."

"The fact that you think that you can allow your wife to cum is disgusting. Nor is it your place to determine how, when or with who your wife is sexual. She is a hot fucking piece of ass and deserves all the dick pounding, pussy licking ass fucking and just plain debauchery that she wants."

Aisha's face was lit up as if with a divine confidence, she leant over and kissed me, planting her sensuous mouth on mine. She kissed deeply, thrusting her hot tongue into my frankly willing mouth, she was inexperienced but enthusiastic. Aisha put her arms around my neck drawing me closer to her, I just let her control the action being a willing participant in whatever she wanted. She grabbed my free hand and brought it up to her chest. I could feel that her nipples were hardened and we continued to explore each others mouths while my fingers began to knead the pliant flesh of her breasts, playing with her nipples causing a physical reaction in her. A feeble moan escaped her lips as they were briefly separated from my own to which she pushed me back into my chair and straddled me. Her head was thrown back thrusting her magnificent tits in my face, I took one into my mouth licking and sucking like a newborn suckling for milk. When I started to nibble I heard a gasp of pain and eased off a little.

"Oh no, don't stop that, that felt great."

She was directing the show now and I obliged, taking some more small nibbles on her generous bosom, first one and then the other, making my way to her neck. Her moans were filling the room, getting louder with each nibble on the skin, she was feeling sexually liberated for the first time in her life and she was enjoying herself. I caressed each of her bountiful breasts, cupping each mound in my hands and sucking greedily at the tiny throbbing pink nipples. Drawing them one at a time into my mouth to flick my tongue lightly around them it seemed like her moans were reaching a climax almost as if she was on the precipice of cumming.

Aisha, stopped, looked me dead in the eye and in the voice of an angel, "Brian, I want you inside me."

"Excuse me?"

"I want you inside me....now."

Her tone was even, this was what she really wanted, divinity or not she was sexually free now and wanted to fuck and it just so happened that my cock was stirring again from having a gorgeous woman's tits in my mouth. I lowered my hand down to her pussy and found that it was saturated and ready to go. I teased, "Play with yourself for me first, I want to make sure that we're both ready to go on."

Salim's head was still bowed in prayer and they were getting louder as he tried to drown out the conversation and the lewd sounds coming from the dinner table. Meanwhile Aisha with a look of pure lust in her eyes plunged her hand down to her pussy and began to rub. Clumsily at first but she soon figured out what felt good and ran with it, I joined her stroking my cock to make sure it was fully erect. With her eyes closed and her other hand pinching her own nipple.

"Stop, now you can sit on my cock."

I practically screamed it so that Salim would not be able to drown out what I had said. Aisha's eye jolted open and without hesitation she lowered herself onto my rod breathing heavily all the way. She sat there for a minute, both of us loving the feeling of her cunt enveloping my cock. She then raised herself and again dropped down, Aisha got into a steady rhythm bouncing up and down on my cock. During this it almost seems like she has done this before or at least fantasised about it. Her pussy muscles clamp down on the head of my dick as she reaches the apex of each bounce making this the tightest fuck of my life. I try to thrust up a little with her, matching the rhythm. Aisha leans forward placing her hands on the back of my chair on either side of my head and I get a nose full of the sweet smell of sex. The bouncing and the thrusting became faster and faster. I could see Salim sneaking quick looks.

"Like what you see Salim? Watching your wife bouncing up and down, fucking her cunt on my cock?"

All he could do was whimper and look away.

"It's ok, you don't have to look away, keep watching. This is the last time that you will see your wife's hot body like this again. You might want to take care of yourself for the last time to your wife's hot ass."

I punctuated that last sentence by slapping Aisha's backside, causing a gasp of pain but not slowing her down.

Salim fished out his cock, which was already hard and stroked it.

"God I love how tight her pussy is around my cock Salim my man, sucks to be you, missing out on this for the rest of your life."

"Brian, I'm going to fucking cum, I'm going to cum, I'm going to cum, oh Allah, I'm going to cccccc"

Aisha let out a scream of ecstasy as her pussy muscles tightened even more around my rod and then my own orgasm hit and I flooded her pussy full of my own hot cum. There really is nothing like that feeling of wet warmth surround your cock in a moment like that. Aisha was still panting as she rode the wave of yet another orgasm, this one under her control and of her own free will. She looked over at her husband.

"Stop now, you don't get to cum and you no longer get this body. In fact come over here and kneel in front of me."

Aisha stood up, her hand covering her pussy, the confidence that she felt looked good on her.

"Now clean me up, clean my cunt, this is what you deserve for what you have kept from me. Today I am free in all the ways that you are not. Salim looked deflated, like a man that had lost everything, yet still held onto his faith in and that he was a devoted servant of Allah. He stuck out his tongue tentatively, the disgust on his face palpable and he looked at me pleadingly as if I would free him from this duty. I just shook my head and acquiesced to Aisha. He moved closer to her pubic area and stuck out his tongue, Aisha released her hold unleashing the last load I had loosed inside. As it struck his tongue he recoiled but stuck with it lapping at her pussy, probably the first time he had given oral in his life. I could tell that Aisha was still sensitive and each lick sends a jolt of pleasure through her body. After a few minutes Salim slumped backwards, a mixture of my cum and his wife's juices smeared on his face, a sight to behold for sure. Salim's face was even lower, his shoulders slumped and his body all but limp.

"Like I said before, this is the last that you will see of Aisha, she is free now. I hope you know what a freeing feeling such a sexual awakening can be."

Aisha's orgasm and the pleasure she felt from her husbands ministrations had calmed down enough to where she was cognizant of the conversation taking place.

"This freedom has lifted the wool from my eyes, for the first time in my life I don't feel bound by my husband or by the will of Allah. It took the divine mandate of his messenger for me to see this but I feel unburdened by the constraints of my faith."

"Wow, I didn't know that a fucking from me could awaken something so positive. I really do have a magic dick don't I?"

She laughed, I laughed and Salim continued to pray.

"So Brian, I feel like I owe you for this freedom but I also feel a close bond with you, like a divine tug."

"I honestly don't know what to say, how about you ditch this husband of yours and we take it slowly."

"I have a better idea, we..."