Affairs are always messy, and since time immemorial, the parties involved always think that they can get away with it. Take Alia Wassef for example. She's a fifty-year-old Egyptian-born housewife living in the City of Khartoum, Sudan, with her husband Abdel Wassef. The couple's only son Hassan Wassef has returned to their native Egypt to study at Cairo University. Like a lot of couples whose adult sons and adult daughters have moved out, Alia and Abdel are experiencing the restlessness that comes with empty nest syndrome. It has driven them to extremes, to say the least...
"The vile bastard, I'll show him," Alia said to herself after spotting her husband Abdel in the arms of a Nubian woman named Malia when he was supposed to be at a business meeting with fellow architects in downtown Khartoum. It was pure happenstance that caused Alia to be in this particular area on that fateful morning. Alia usually gets her hair done at Khadija's Hair Salon, a fine establishment located two kilometers from the villa she shared with her husband and son. Khadija's Hair Salon was closed for renovations, leading Alia to go elsewhere for some haircare.
Alia ended up at Madame Hiba's Hair Salon, which was located in a seedy neighborhood full of pimps and whores, but their rates ( the hair care people, not the others ) were among the best. That's when Alia saw her husband Abdel getting grabby with a tall, dark-skinned Nubian woman whom he called Malia. The two were so into each other, groping in front of Malia's building, which was definitely scandalous by local cultural standards. The two lovers didn't care. Of course, fate would ensure that they got their comeuppance.
When Alia got proof of her husband Abdel's infidelity, the Egyptian wife and mother felt as though her heart had been wrenched out of her chest. Alia and Abdel met twenty three years ago in the City of Cairo, Egypt. They were students at Cairo University, and ended up falling in love and getting married. Abdel's father Hafiz Wassef left his only son some land and business holdings in distant Khartoum, Sudan. That's why Alia and Abdel moved to Khartoum. They became wealthy overnight, and lived like a king and queen. The couple saw no point in returning to Cairo, where they'd struggled back in the day.
For a long time, Alia sensed that her husband Abdel was no longer into her. He didn't compliment her anymore, and during lovemaking, he only put on a half-hearted effort at pleasing her. Alia blamed herself, like many women whose husbands lose interest in them often do. Once upon a time, Alia was a great beauty. She stood five feet eleven inches tall, which was quite uncommon among Middle Eastern ladies. With her curly dark hair, dark bronze skin and piercing brown eyes, Alia looked sexy and dangerous. She was no slouch in the brains department either. When Alia met Abdel, she was one of one hundred and sixty female students among the four hundred students studying civil engineering at Cairo University. Alia graduated with honors and later married Abdel, and they were supposed to live happily ever after.
"What does Abdel see in that Nubian wench Malia?" Alia wondered, and like a lot of wives in her position, she began following her husband around, keeping tabs on his comings and goings like a super sleuth. According to Alia's research, or, ahem, stalking, Malia was born in Juba City, South Sudan, and moved to the City of Khartoum, Sudan, to work as a saleswoman at a local mall. The tall, dark-skinned Nilotic beauty had a huge ass, one which obviously mesmerized Abdel Wassef to the point that he was stepping out on his wife Malia.
Alia pondered how to get back at her husband Abdel Wassef for his infidelity. She thought about divorcing him, then remembered that in countries like Egypt and Sudan, divorce laws tend to favor men, especially now that Abdel and Alia's son Hassan was grown, and studying at Cairo University in the Capital region of Egypt. Alia decided that she would confront Abdel with proof of his infidelity, and when she did, his reaction was not what she expected.
"Alia, my dear, you spend more time with your lady friends at the salon, or at the local public library, than you do with me, Malia makes me feel alive, she loves to play with my cock, you are boring in the sack, you drove me to do this," Abdel Wassef said defiantly. Alia stared at her husband, shocked by his callous words and defiant response. They were in the living room of their lovely villa, and there were family pictures and heirlooms all over the wall. Evidently, none of this meant anything to Abdel anymore.
"You would walk out on me and everything we've built for this Nubian wench? Nubian pussy must be special," Alia spat, and Abdel shrugged and then got up and left. After Abdel left, an enraged Alia threw all of his clothes out on the street. The Egyptian housewife felt betrayed. She'd given Abdel the best years of her life. Hell, Alia even gave up on her career as a civil engineer, one trained at one of the best universities in the Arab world, just to be a good wife and mother. Was Abdel appreciative of that? Nope, he was too busy roaming the streets, and bedding big-bottomed Nubian whores. Well, Alia would show him!
Alia was so incensed by Abdel's betrayal that she forgot that in Sudan, just like in Egypt, neighbors are supremely nosy. Alia is good friends with a Sudanese lady named Wafa Gakmar and her husband Sultan. They'd lived next to one another for decades. Wafa and Sultan's son Mustafa Gakmar came by to check up on his neighbor Alia. The kindly Egyptian woman was always friendly to Mustafa and his family, and he felt he would be remiss if he didn't make sure that she was alright.
"As Salaam Alaikum, Miss Wassef, are you alright?" Mustafa asked as the tall Egyptian housewife greeted him at her villa's Iron gate. Alia looked at Mustafa, and forced a smile. The young Sudanese brother was six feet two inches tall, muscular, dark-skinned and very polite. Mustafa's father Sultan Gakmar was a Sudanese Arab Muslim businessman and his mother Wafa Gakmar was an Afro-Sudanese woman, originally from Rumbek City in South Sudan. He was evidently quite handsome, having inherited the best of both worlds from his parentage.
