Western Libertines

"And then I told them if he didn't like it, I wasn't going to certify the audit," Chris said, chuckling as he slapped the table.

"Wow, man, that's hysterical," Aaron said, chortling. Fatima took another deep drink of her wine, somewhat bemused. She was here dining with what she felt were two beta males, but of the two, Chris was clearly the superior specimen. She felt Aaron knew it too, as he became less loud and more mindful. It was a welcome change in her small-dicked husband.

She'd always known she was a cousin-of-a-cousin-of-a-cousin on the arranged marriage scale, and would never be a traditional prize in that sense, but the marriage to this white American Muslim was still ... beneath her. And hence she indulged in vices she'd never neared were she with a stronger man.

Aaron went to the restroom, and Chris looked at her, a bit concerned.

"So how is married life?" he asked, quietly.

"Fine," Fatima said, draining her glass and refilling it from the handy canter beside her. "....Not fine. He's a good boy, he's just not..."

"A man," Chris said, finishing the sentence.

"Yes," Fatima admitted.

"I know it. He knows it as well. It's part of why he invited me over," Chris said. Fatima looked at him with glazed eyes.

"He wants you to ... mate with me?" she asked slowly.

"Well, he wants to add strength to the household ... and cull weakness."

"Hmm," Fatima considered. "We could use with culling weakness, it is true."