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Chapter 8 by JoyousJenny JoyousJenny

Wait or fill in time before the day's end?

Wait

Not much else happens for the rest of the day at work, I find it difficult to concentrate with the happenings earlier on. Soon enough though the end of the day rolls around and I meet back up with Aisha, giving her a playful smack on the bum and leaving my hand resting there.

We make our way out to the underground car park where Aisha said her husband would be waiting for her. I could see him angrily open his door, presumably at the sight of his wife accompanied by another man. He quickly calmed down when he got a closer look at me however when I guess my divine aura struck him and he started speaking. I'm not quite sure what he was saying but it sounded like a religious prayer in Arabic, while doing so he bowed his head slightly.

"Hi there..."

"My name is Salim and I am but your humble servant to the messenger of Allah."

"Ok, hi there Salim. Your wife is quite the hot little fuck isn't she?", I could see his face getting red with anger that he was attempting to suppress. "I'm not sure if you've tried but I filled her ass up with my cum around lunchtime and damn what a fine ass she has."

"Why thank you sir, I'm sure that it is."

"You can get in the front and drive, Aisha and I will be in the back. You can take us back to your house Salim you'll be cooking dinner for all of us."

As the car started to move I grabbed Aisha's hand and moved it over to my lap, she got the hint, started to undo my pants and pull out my cock. Clearly she was not used to holding a penis in her hand and was clumsy with it. I enveloped her hand with my own and started her off just stroking it slowly, it was rapidly hardening and she increased the pace just enough to get into a good rhythm. It wasn't long before I gently pushed her head down, she leaned over and gave it a few quick licks. I could see Salim getting a few looks in the rear view mirror but I imagine all he could see was me and the back of his wife's head as she licked at the head of my cock.

As we drove through the city I felt like a teenager again, passionately making out with Aisha as she continued to stroke my cock. My hands found her tits and I spent some time massaging them through the fabric of her top. Alternately I reached under her skirt all the while Salim catching glances in the rear view mirror of my face with a wide grin. When we were stopped at a set of traffic lights and I knew he was looking at us I made sure to undo a few buttons of Aisha's blouse so that the lace of her bra was fully visible.

The fun I was having with Aisha in the backseat came to an abrupt stop when Salim stopped the car announcing that we had arrived.

What's next?

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