Authors note: This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, events and incidents are the products of the author's imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.
A Haram Desire: Part Two
Chapter One: Week in, week out...
What had begun for Tahira as a one-time deal had grown beyond her ability to control. The text that she had meant to send to him, explaining how they needed to not see each other again, had never progressed past the planning stage. After their second meeting, another daytime rendezvous in the hotel, she had rehearsed in her head a speech to explain how her husband and children needed to be first in her life, how the tenets of her faith demanded she give up this adulterous affair. It was a good speech; it would have been better if she'd said it.
Kellan and Tahira were meeting now at least once a week, sometimes more. During the day at first before Keenan began to insist on her staying at the hotel overnight with him. He claimed he was missing too many jobs because of having to meet during weekdays. She couldn't say no to him.
Dealing with her husband Ali and fulfilling her roles as mother, wife and housekeeper became a problem. When she wasn't with Keenan, she was daydreaming about being with him. Dinners became less complex, laundry piled up and chores went partially finished. Her excuses for sick parents couldn't stand against this frequency of going behind her husband's back. She joined a 'book club' and took up going to the gym as other reasons to be away for hours at a time. The gym at least excused away the occasional bruise or limp from strained muscles.
With her husband's work requiring him to be away from home a lot, sometimes overnight and the children to consider, Tahira would arrange sleepovers for them with friends. She divided chores between the children as well, enlisting them in keeping somewhat on top of the housework, feeling guilty that her infidelity was already affecting them.
But she couldn't stop.
The more they fucked, the better Keenan seemed to read her body's needs, and so the better the sex became. The better the sex, the angrier the itch inside her grew, needing more and more. He had made her go on birth control so he could fuck her bare. Within a week of doing that, he'd taken control of the small white pills, issuing them to her as required, a small but telling aspect of their relationship. Despite her being the older person in the relationship, he was very much in control.
They had been seeing each other for just a month.
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Ali's brother was having a party for his children's birthday, inviting Tahira's to come and stay overnight in order to hang out with their cousins. Ali himself wanted them all to travel to London, until a last-minute request from work meant he'd have to be away. Thankfully Jawed, Ali's brother, was happy to come pick the children up, promising to have them back the next afternoon.
Tahira made a small fuss over them as they went, feigning disappointment that she couldn't join them.
"Are you sure you can't come? Uzma would love you to be there" Jawed said. Uzma was his wife and from experience Tahira knew the sour faced woman would only welcome Tahira's presence as it would offer her a chance to be nasty to her in person.
"No but thank you. I have so much to do here around the house, without the children under my feet I might actually get their rooms cleaned," Tahira said, raising her hands in mock horror.
"Ya Allah, I know, my own three keep more clothes on the floor than they do in their wardrobe. Peace be with you sister. Come on children, time to go." Jawed ushered Tahira's son and daughter out the front door. She stood there waving as the car drove away. Even when it had passed out of sight, she stayed where she was, not wanting to tempt providence that everything might go smoothly. But it did, five minutes passed without a call from Jawed or a return of the car. They were gone and would be until tomorrow.
Tahira pulled out her phone, texting Ali that the children had gone and asking if there was any chance, he might return that night, the house seeming empty without them all.
He replied a few minutes later, a typical response where he cited his responsibilities at work and that he didn't appreciate the added pressure of an emotional wife.
Somehow that just made things easier. She sent off another text, this one to Keenan, a 'coast is clear' code, RTF... ready to fuck. His reply came instantaneously, '1hr.'
Tahira was all ready to go, her spare clothing and wash things in her gym bag. The gym excuse was paying off dividends, not only allowing her time away but also providing a reason for her carrying around spare clothes. She fixed herself a coffee to kill a few minutes, strong, as she felt that sleep would be scarce that night. Her light brown eyes never left the clock mounted on the kitchen wall... tracking each sweep of the second hand, watching the minute hand crawl around until it was time to go meet Keenan.
A few hours later she was lying in bed with her young black lover. As always, the first bout of sex was frenzied, his desire for her body unflagging, her need for his cock unending. Now that she had moved onto birth control as per his bidding, Tahira was able to enjoy the sensation of his cum reaching deep inside her as he ejaculated.
Aside from being left in a constant state of arousal with Keenan, she was also constantly on edge with nervousness. Initially that had been down to his size, his strength, his magnetism, all making her nervous about how he affected her. Then having dealt with that, at least a little, Tahira had found herself nervous about the ongoing affair, the risks against the rewards. She wasn't any more comfortable with this betrayal of hers, nor how it went against every scrap of decency in her, every religious pillar of her life. She wasn't comfortable, but she accepted that the pleasure was too great to turn away from it.
What had her constantly nervous was the thought that Keenan would end things. She was older than him, thirty-five to his twenty-two. Married, a Muslim and a mother... a lot of baggage for a young man to accept, especially given his looks and personality, there must have been hundreds of women who would have tripped over themselves trying to date him. Each time they were together, she felt it might be their last. Each time they were together, she threw herself into the sex, hoping that somehow, she'd keep him interested, keep him wanting her.
They lay there in post coital embrace. His right arm curled around her throat as her hijab shrouded head rested on his chest. His big hands played idly with her firm 32E tits; the nipples delicate against the work toughened skin of his hands. The long fat black cock that had made her squeal and shriek a few minutes before was still firmly in place in her lubricated pussy, Keenan making slow rocking movements, cushioned against her plump ass, his cock shifting dreamily inside her.
"I hate this," he said, breaking the comfortable silence.
Three words, all it took for her heart to fall into her stomach.
"Wh-what do you m-mean?" Tahira stammered, fearing what was to come next.
"I hate having to sneak around all the time. I know you be married an' shit but fuck that! You mine, my woman. When's it my turn?"
"Your turn?" Tahira was elated to have him call her 'his woman' but she couldn't see how she could fix his problem, more worryingly, if she couldn't then what might happen?
"To take you out. Show you off. Shit Tahira, none of my fam even believe you real." his voice sounded bitter to her ears.
"Fam?" It wasn't important but she hadn't a clue about half of what he said sometimes. Just another example of the age and cultural gap that sat like a chasm between them.
"Fam... family, friends, you know. Like ma beat Wilson, he ma best friend and he think I'ma full of shit about this."
