That everything has changed

Jamila spent the morning relaxing as best she could as her body and mind recovered. Her ass was still sore after having such a large white cock shoved into it. Though it probably shouldn't take too long before she was walking right again. Hopefully her daughter didn't notice her awkward walk or try to ask her why she was walking awkwardly.

The recovery of her mind was a different thing, as it was in turmoil. As who she was and what she did last night were having a hard time fitting together. The life she had lived before back in Morocco demanded she began praying for some way of undoing what she had done, pleading for forgiveness. On the other hand, the memory of the pleasure of last night was making a very good case in favor of what happened last night.

She had never been so pleasured. Her husband had never gotten close to giving her such pleasure even on his most enthusiastic days. The traditions instilled into her told her he did not need to, and to ask that of him was beyond her position in life. On the other hand, her lower half tingled pleasantly at the memory and was eager for it to happen again. That in the end was her great problem with it all.

The devout Muslim Moroccan in her wanted to avoid last night ever happening again. The woman in her had found last night to be the best sex of her life and that she should repeat last night every chance she got. She managed to control herself, telling herself she was a devoted mother, wife, and Muslim. She was far beyond such lustful debauchery. So she told herself so last night would never happen again, as she had done what she needed to do and now would be loyal to her husband.

So that was what she tried to do throughout the day: she prayed and did chores. Not many things needed to be done, as David had kept the house clean and neat for their arrival. Such work she recalled her husband had told her was beneath him the few times she asked. As their children had been rather rambunctious, leaving constant messes throughout the house. Which he had been duty alone to deal with.

She did have to clean up a few spots throughout the house, as David had missed a few spots that those not used to cleaning would usually miss. Eventually she was done with what little cleaning needed to get done. She had also done all her prayers and so found herself with nothing to do. She sat on the couch resting and wondering what she should do next, as there were still a few hours left before supper.

For a while she just sat in silence contemplating her life and how she got where she was in the current moment. Eventually she was interrupted on her self-inspection by David approaching her. He stood before her, looking at her clearly, waiting for her to start the conversation. She didn't merely wait in the silence until David interrupted it.

"So about last night," David stated as an opener to the conversation, clearly wanting to get this conversation going but also fearing where it would go. "We did adult things and said very adult things. So how do you want to handle everything going forward?" David asked to put the ball in her court. Jamila looked at him a moment, her mind going over what happened.

Her traditions and culture made her feel shame, especially as she had allowed her precious burca to be turned into a literal cum rag. Her body, though, had a very different response. Her nipples hardened, then her pussy got a little moist, and finally her ass clenched itself. Her body was eagerly looking forward to a round two. She would not sink to that depravity again.

"We had a night to reward you for giving me and my daughter a home. Nothing more, nothing less." Jamila stated firmly to David's shock and slight disappointment. He nodded to her and did not speak further, simply walking away to the main bedroom. Jamila turned on the TV and tried her best to ignore how her body called her a liar.

David lay on the bed, thinking about what Jamila had just said to him. He wasn't sure what to make of it. On one hand the fact she phrased what happened last night as an obligation made him feel bad about it. As of now, there was some evil landlord that forced a mom to have sex with him or have her kids live on the streets. Which made the whole incident an accusation against his character for doing so.

On the other hand, he was slightly disappointed as well; he couldn't expect women to throw themselves at him. He wasn't that great of a guy. The fact that Jamila seemed to have a confidence boost, and he figured the whole thing would turn into something more later. Now though it was clear it wasn't, and if he tried to push further, he would just be a jackass abusing his position.

So yeah, sleeping next to a married woman who he shouldn't do anything with sounded like a bad idea, in all honesty. Though what to do? She hadn't let him sleep on the couch last night, and if she continued that, it would just be awkward for him, especially as he couldn't turn her down, as it would be impolite and make things more awkward around the house.

Before he could come up with an answer, Jamila called him and her daughter, Zohra, for dinner. On the other hand, it was an awkward affair, as Jamila was keeping silent and Zohra kept clearing daggers at him while eating. He tried to make small talk once again and got nowhere. This made him feel worse about the whole situation, as it felt like this wouldn't improve.

So he was stuck with a woman trying to because of a statue and another just barely stopping herself from stabbing him. That was no way to live, and there didn't seem to be any real way to improve the situation. So once dinner was done, he left the house and didn't give any explanation of where he was going, and neither woman asked him.

He wandered around the neighborhood, just walking and thinking about what he should do next. The blond chick he wanted to impress with this whole charity thing was, if he was being honest with himself, probably not in the cards. So he stuck himself in an awkward situation with a great time for one night. This situation wasn't going to improve, and he could be stuck in it for years. So what time did he think on it as he walked and eventually come up with a plan?

He's up early and there late. He would simply avoid them, and they would no doubt do the same. It should be fine; part of the whole housing refuge thing was that he got a paycheck from the government. So just keep a little for himself to have something to live off of it to then give the rest to women at the house to pay for whatever they needed.

It would take a while, but eventually they would be considered, hopefully assimilated, and then it wouldn't be his problem anymore. It was a good enough plan, he thought, though now he had the problem of figuring out how to spend his time. As it would be a few more hours before the other two went to become. So how was he going to spend the time?

He could hang out at a few places like a twenty-four-hour convenience store or gas station. He could also try and watch one of the last movies playing at the movie theater. Maybe he could even hang out at a park or something, swinging on a swing and sitting in the moonlight while thinking about his life. It didn't sound so bad.

Though there was one problem with all those options. None of them would solve how hard he was. As the other night's fun hadn't been expected, it had tonight for him. Now, though, it was pretty clear trying that now would just make him an asshole. So where to go to get his rocks if he couldn't go home to do it? The women were there so they could do it. As he thought about it, David remembered a rumor. "It couldn't be true, though?" David said to himself, "Though in the end I figured I don't have a lot of better options," and so went to where the rumor said to go.