Playing House

After the party and my announcement of the Zaman family shakeup, we moved into the almost palatial estate that Salim's parents once owned. Aisha and I spent most of our time together getting to know each other, it had been a whirlwind of a week and I was happy to have a partner that was just as happy for me as I was for her. Jazmin stayed with us but her life had changed somewhat. When she wasn’t doing her influencer thing, streaming, photo shoots, generally getting paid for doing nothing she had slowly grown into her new role as our private maid. Aisha had suggested that sexy outfit that she wore for us and neither I nor Jazmin could disagree that this was the best way to serve a prophet.

Through this time Aisha tried a number of new things that had once been prohibited, either by her religious upbringing or because of Salim. She discovered pork for the first time and loved it, I had almost gotten sick of how often she insisted we ate it for meals. Her sense of style and clothing evolved too, no longer was she constantly covered up but accentuated her body and loved showing it off. Many a shopping trip was had using the Zaman’s family bank account that they were only too happy to share with us. All the wonders of the world were now open to Aisha and she had only begun to explore them, music, films, food, sex, especially sex. Aisha had a sex drive that rivalled my own, I wonder if the decades of sexual repression suddenly freed were to blame or if she had always had this buried deep inside her.

Jazmin’s role with us had also evolved over time, at first we were happy to have her serve us, cleaning, serving meals and regular maid type things. However there was no denying that she was a hot young girl and we began to include her in our sex life, she was only too happy to serve in whatever way she could. Both myself and Aisha indulged with our dear young “girlfriend”, with Aisha exploring a whole new side of herself and me just enjoying the sights and sensations of her doing so.

As I sat on the couch in the living room ruminating on how my life had changed with my new found divinity I was joined by Aisha. It was a quiet night and we decided to curl up together and watch a movie. Before starting I rang a small bell that as sitting on the side table and Jazmin came rushing in from the next room dressed in her cute little maid’s outfit.

"Please make us some popcorn for the movie Jazmin."

She turned and walked off to the kitchen down the hall and I settled in for the start of the film. It didn't take long for Aisha's wandering hand to find my dick and gently rub it through my pants. This was just another example of her new found sexual freedom, she wasn't afraid to do what she wanted to do or say. The intimacy had brought us closer together faster than I had with any previous relationship, not to mention I gave as good as I got too. My hands regularly found her butt, her tits, even just her face or the small of her back. The touch felt good and I felt close to her, even though I would never have been in this situation if not for her initial divine revelation.

The movie had started off slowly and I only noticed that Jazmin had returned.

“Brian, I have your popcorn.”

I still had a little bit of modesty remaining through everything that had happened to me, so being surprised while a girl was playing with my crotch still caught me off guard and caused a small wave of embarrassment.

“Oh, thank you Jazmin”, I took the bowl from her while she remained standing off to the side. “Please join us on the couch”

She did so at once sitting to my left and Aisha to my right. All three of us settled back on the couch watching the movie, I don’t even know what it was as I drifted off pretty quickly. Sometime later however I woke up to the sight of Aisha and Jazmin both leaning over me embraced in a kiss. It wasn’t the worst thing to wake up to and I just sat watching while the lovely ladies continued. When Aisha noticed and pulled back Jazmin turned to me and her face went flush with embarrassment. She still hadn’t gotten used to her new living arrangement but honestly it was cute.

“Did you enjoy the show Brian?” Aisha with a smile on her face, clearly enjoying showing off for me.

“Of course my dear, who wouldn’t enjoy watching that?”

We both laughed and Jazmin seemed to sink further into the couch.

“Don’t worry about it Jazz, I don’t mind you kissing my future wife.”

“I’m sorry Brian, I don’t know why I’m still embarrassed.”

“That’s okay, why don’t you take off your top and bra to help feel the freedom.”

“Yes master.”

As she did so I fished out my cock and started to stroke it, Aisha joined Jazz, taking her top off too, allowing her generous tits to bounce down.

“Go ahead ladies and continue where you left off.”

Aisha immediately leaned over me, gently grabbing Jazz whose clothes had joined hers on the floor and pulled her in for another kiss. I just sat back and enjoyed the view, lazily stroking my cock to the sapphic vision in front of me. Jazmin was still shy about her sexuality, even in the presence of a prophet of Allah but she fulfilled her duties anyway. Everything that was asked of her and she was quite the housekeeper for Aisha and myself.

Before too long I could feel myself about to cum and just let loose onto both Aisha’s hanging tits and the much smaller but still beautiful pair of Jazmin’s. This took her by surprise but my lovely fiance took the opportunity to lean down and lick the young housemaid’s chest free of my cum. Aisha then thrust out her own chest, Jazmin looked down to me and I simply nodded. She bent over and started to lick the sticky substance from Aisha’s tits in a scene almost as hot as watching them make out only a foot away from my face.

The events of the past week were a revelation, I don’t know what power had bestowed upon me the divine power of persuasion but I couldn’t wait to thank them and hoped it wasn’t all some cosmic mistake. For now however I intended to enjoy myself with Aisha and see what other adventures we could have and I already had some ideas.