Mahmuda Ch 01

Mahmuda Begum was a thirty-year old Muslim woman born in Afghanistan but eventually came and settled in the United Kingdom when she was a child. She had been married to her husband Nasser, who was three years older than her, for almost 10 years at the age of eighteen.

Whilst it was a good marriage, it had not been a particularly happy one. In their 10 years of marriage, Mahmuda couldn't conceive a child. They have visited many different hospitals to find out why and they have confirmed what Mahmuda knew deep down, that Nasser possessed a very low sperm count.

She felt devastated, especially her husband. Mahmuda tried her best to comfort him, assuring him that she held nothing against him and trying to explain how she loved him even more.

"It's Allah's will, oh Habibi; there is very little we could do. We could try for adoption," she said to him, mustering up her faith.

"Maybe," he reacted in a flat tone. You could hear how shattered he was by the waiver of his voice.

"No need to worry, my love, but at least we still have each other," Mahmuda said with a small smile.

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But by the age of 30, things have begun to change. Mahmuda's marriage have changed from being happy and caring to being empty and hollow over the past couple of years.

Her husband had become distant and withdrawn, fully dedicated to his work, paying little attention to Mahmuda. Not to mention, their sex life. Mahmuda happily remembered the truly wild fuck sessions they used to have, especially for a Muslim couple.

Despite coming from conservative Muslim families, who believed sex was only for procreation and not for pleasure, Mahmuda and Nasser loved sex. They tried all the positions, experimented with many things unimaginable, and have gotten downright filthy in bed.

Yet they were still conservative Muslims in every other way. Mahmuda wore a burqa and hijab when she was in the presence of other men, or when she was out running errands, but when it was just her and Nasser, she chose not to wear anything at all.

Mahmuda had hoped things could come back to normal after a year or two as she knew the fact that her husband couldn't provide her a child had devastated them. But now, they barely make love anymore, the very little they once had faded long ago. Her husband got too focused on his work and when he came home, he ate his food, read a couple pages of Koran and went to bed in a bid to cover his pain, which has caused her to take drastic measures to get her husband back.

She joined a woman's only gym and the couple years that passed, she soon developed a beautiful hot body. She started to wear full fitted clothes which covered anything but hugged her sexy curves, her large full breasts, and her juicy bubble bum. She felt extremely proud of her new body and her confidence grew tremendously. She began to show herself off to her husband in an effort to seduce him, but it was all in vain.

Mahmuda was now getting desperate and wondered if there was some way she could get him interested in her again.

"Maybe I should go out and buy him some flowers," she thought. She got up and opened her wardrobe to get dressed and eat her breakfast. Once she was finished, she grabbed her purse and headed out the door.

As she stepped outside, the cool autumn air hit her face. She took a deep breath and began to walk towards the bus stop. She wore a long burqa with white floral pattern, her black leather bag swung across her shoulders. The black and white burqa, with the long black sleeves covered her entire body. From head to toe. Her hands were covered in black gloves and she had black leggings under her burqa.

It was a short distance to the bus stop so she did not bother calling a cab. It did not take her long to reach the bus stop, but her heart dropped when she saw that the bus drove past her. She felt miserable and hated missing the bus every time. She checked her watch, there was another one in 20 minutes. So, she waited.

While waiting, she noticed a young couple walking hand in hand. She watched as they stopped to kiss and hug each other. Mahmuda felt a pang of jealousy and sadness. That should have been her and Nasser. The sight was too much for her to handle as she looked away.

A few moments later, another bus arrived. Mahmuda paid her fare and took her seat, as she had not been to the shopping mall in a long time, so she was looking forward to it. When she arrived, she was greeted by the hustle and bustle of the shopping mall, people coming and going. The smell of delicious food, the chatter of excited children and the music playing in the background. Mahmuda looked around and saw her favorite flower shop.

"Oh, hello Mrs. Begum," the middle aged woman behind the counter greeted.

"Hello, Ms. Annie," she greeted her back.

"How could I help you?" Ms. Annie asked.

"I would like to get a bouquet of lilies," Mahmuda answered.

"Okay," Ms. Annie nodded.

"Do you have any favorites? I have some gorgeously beautiful pink and red lilies," Ms. Annie asked.

Mahmuda's eyes lit up.

"That sounds perfect, thank you," Mahmuda beamed.

Ms. Annie nodded and proceeded to prepare the bouquet.

As she waited for Ms. Annie, she took a look around the shop. There were many beautiful flowers in all sorts of colors, it was a nice little shop. After a few moments, Ms. Annie returned.

"Here you go, Mrs. Begum," Ms. Annie smiled warmly and handed her the bouquet.

Mahmuda's smile widened as she took the flowers.

"Thank you so much, Ms. Annie," she replied and took out her purse to pay.

"It's my pleasure, have a wonderful day," Ms. Annie gave Mahmuda a wave.

Mahmuda waved back.

"You too," Mahmuda responded and walked out of the shop.

Now she wanted to get herself something, perhaps a nice perfume. She walked over to the perfume store, and a young saleswoman greeted her.

"Hi, could I help you?" she asked, with a cheerful voice.

"I like to try your latest fragrance," Mahmuda replied, smiling at the woman.

"Of course," the saleswoman nodded. "Would you like a tester?"

"Yes, please," Mahmuda answered.

The saleswoman pulled out a tester and sprayed a few drops onto a small piece of paper and handed it to Mahmuda. Mahmuda sniffed the tester.

"Mm mm," she sighed contently.

"I love it," she told the saleswoman.

"Glad to hear, it is our most popular fragrance. Would you like to purchase it?" the saleswoman asked.

"Yes, I would like to," Mahmuda replied, feeling proud that she had chosen such a lovely perfume.

The saleswoman nodded and rang up the price.

"That will be £62," the saleswoman said.

Mahmuda pulled out her purse and paid her a fee.

"Here you go, thanks for shopping with us," the saleswoman said as she handed her the bag.

"Thank you, have a nice day," Mahmuda smiled and walked out of the store.

After getting the perfume, she decided to go home. As she was about to leave the shopping mall, she decided to eat something, as it was lunchtime. She headed over to the food court and ordered a chicken patty and a bottle of water. She found an empty table and sat down.

As she ate her lunch, her thoughts turned back to her husband, Nasser. She wondered what he was doing right now, if he missed her at all.

"Nasser is a good man, and I am a lucky woman," she reminded herself. She was not worried about his faithfulness, but rather his feelings towards her.

"Does he not love me anymore?," she thought sadly.

"Is it something I did?"

She finished her meal and threw away the trash. She was not hungry anymore.

"Perhaps a nice, hot bubble bath could make me feel better," she thought as she headed home.

Once she was home, she prepared the bubble bath and slipped out of her clothes. She sank into the tub and closed her eyes. She felt herself relax as the warm water washed over her body. She inhaled the scent of the bubbles and the smell of the bath salts.

"Mm mm," she moaned.

"This is nice," she thought.

Suddenly she felt a rush of desire. She started to fantasize about her husband, his strong muscular arms and his deep masculine voice.

"Ohhh, yes, my Habibi," she imagined to herself as her hands cupped her breasts and rubbed her nipples.

Her other hand trailed down her stomach and touched her pussy lips. She gasped as she rubbed her clit and moaned.

"Ohh, Nasser," she whispered, closing her eyes.

Her breathing became heavy as her fingers slid in and out of her wet hole. She rubbed her clit faster and faster as her orgasm grew closer.

"Oh, Allah, yes," she cried out as she came.

Her body trembled and shook as the waves of pleasure washed over her.

"Ohhh," she gasped, trying to catch her breath.

Her hand moved from her pussy and her body relaxed. She felt so good.

"I'm going to make this night special," she said.

After her bath, she blow dried her hair, put on some light makeup and got dressed. She chose a dark blue, knee length dress that showed off her curves. It had a halter neckline and a deep V-neck that showed off her cleavage. She put on a pair of black pumps and some jewelry. She adored her reflection in the mirror.

Her skin was flawless and smooth. Her face was a little plump but her beauty was radiant, her cheeks were rosy and her light brown eyes were huge and captivating. Her body was curvy with a small waist with voluptuous thick thighs and a huge soft bum as her large breasts have grown from a large, firm B cup size to a full, juicy 32 E on her 5 '1 frame, giving her a perfect hourglass figure.

"I look great," she smiled.

She decided to go downstairs and fix something nice for her husband. She was determined to show him that she still loved him.

"I could do this," she thought.

Mahmuda prepared a small meal of chicken breast and rice.

"My husband would love that," she thought to herself.

After dinner was ready, she called him and told him that his dinner was waiting for him.

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Later that evening, Mahmuda sat at the kitchen table, waiting for Nasser to come home. She was nervous and excited as she decided to go through with her plan.

"Tonight, I'm going to show him how much I love him," she thought.

The front door opened and Nasser walked in.

He greeted Mahmuda and placed his briefcase down.

"How was your day?" Mahmuda asked.

"Good," Nasser replied, not looking at her.

Mahmuda took a deep breath.

"Would you like something to eat?" she asked.

"No, thank you," Nasser replied.

Mahmuda knew it was time to make her move.

"Well, I made your favorite," she said, gesturing to the plate of food on the table.

"I'm not hungry," Nasser said.

"Please, just have a bite," Mahmuda pleaded.

Nasser sighed and sat down.

Mahmuda smiled and sat down opposite him.

Nasser took a bite of the food and smiled approvingly.

"It's good," he said, going to the kitchen.

"Thank you," Mahmuda replied, blushing slightly, as she had spent most of the day

planning her seduction.

Nasser returned and sat down.

Mahmuda knew it was now or never.

She took a deep breath and gathered her courage.

"You know, I've been thinking about something," she said.

"About what?" Nasser asked, not looking at her.

"About us," Mahmuda replied.

"What about us?" Nasser asked, his voice flat.

"We haven't had sex in a long time," Mahmuda said, trying to keep her voice

steady.

"So?" Nasser asked.

"I think we should do something about it," Mahmuda replied, her heart beating fast.

"I don't know what you mean," Nasser said, still not looking at her.

"I mean, I want to have sex with you," Mahmuda said, her voice barely a whisper.

"I'm not in the mood," Nasser replied.

Mahmuda felt her heart sink.

"Please, my love," she said, her voice trembling.

"I said no," Nasser snapped.

Mahmuda felt tears well up in her eyes.

"Why not?" she asked, her voice breaking.

"Because I'm not in the mood," Nasser replied, his voice cold and emotionless.

Mahmuda felt her heart break.

"I'm sorry, I just... I just miss you," she said, her tears streaming down her face.

Nasser continued to ignore her.

"Please, my love," Mahmuda begged, her tears coming out.

"I'm tired, I'm going to bed," Nasser said, standing up.

"Please," Mahmuda sobbed.

Nasser walked past her, his eyes never meeting hers.

Mahmuda broke down in tears, her body aching with sobs. She felt completely

shattered when she gave her best to save her marriage but her husband rejected her. She felt lost, alone and broken. She had never felt so alone in her life.

Mahmuda got up and went to her bedroom as she sat down and cried. Her heart was heavy with sorrow. She tried her best to save her marriage, but it was not enough.

"I'm so sorry, my love," she whispered as her tears came out of her eyes.

She wiped her tears and fell asleep.

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In the morning, Mahmuda woke up from her nap and sat in front of her bedside mirror unable to concentrate because her hands felt clammy and her heart felt heavy as she struggled to fix her hijab. Lately her mind has been plagued by turmoil, for what has happened to her last night.

Her heart was filled with sorrow as her tears started to fall, she began to weep uncontrollably as her heart was breaking into pieces. Mahmuda worried that her marriage was going downhill, and the last thing she ever wanted was a divorce, which wasn't the worst part that worried her.

The worst part was that when she did all of this to get her husband back, whilst he had barely noticed, she was receiving attention from other men. At first she was surprised by their reaction but soon started to feel flattered and appreciated the praises they have given her. Her gym sessions have truly paid off as her voluptuous body has been the source of each man's eye and even attracted envy and jealousy from many women.

She could not deny the attention many men paid her when she was teaching Islamic classes at a Muslim center. A lot of men adored her and many women hated her for flaunting her assets and taking their husband's gazes, and not to mention, looking much better than them too.

And it wasn't only Muslim men that have taken interest in her, there were a lot of non Muslim men, who have openly expressed their desire towards her, calling her the most beautiful, exotic woman they have seen. She soon realized that when they paid her compliments and flirted with her, it made her feel beautiful and desirable.

"I'm getting butterflies," she thought to herself.

She soon dreamed of getting fucked by those kuffar men. How they would grope and fondle her huge breasts, her large ass and her thick thighs as the very first thing she needed to do when she woke up every morning was to masturbate and take off her soaked panties, as her pussy was aching to be stuffed and filled with their thick cocks, making her cry and beg for mercy.

For now, it was only her fantasies that helped cope her thirst for sex she once had long ago. But soon, another thought began to take a hold of her, one that will ruin her marriage forever. She wanted to make her fantasies come true.

Mahmuda sat there in great turmoil. She could not bear the prospect of cheating on her husband as it was not only a disgraceful act to her marriage, but also to her religion. She couldn't just do this to her poor husband, but deep down she knew she had already committed a mortal sin by purposefully attracting attention from other men and started flirting with them.

But something deep inside have changed her forcefully, a side that craved sexual pleasure, and a side that longed for her to be fucked by these thick kuffar cocks. She soon realized that a part of her not only felt unhappy and miserable of being trapped in marriage but to her community as well which forced women how to dress, who to speak to, and how to be obedient to their male guardians.

Even though every parts of Muslim world upholds that concept, it was more so in Afghan communities as she remembered a time when she wanted to pursue a medical career as a Nurse after claiming her Master's Degree in Islamic Studies but was forced to give that up by her parents who wanted her to settle down and have a family right after.

For that, she held a deep resentment against her parents and by defying her traditional upbringing, she saw that as a desire for revenge.

Mahmuda understood very well that she needed to be grateful to Allah for providing her a caring husband like Nasser, but she had nothing to be grateful for anymore as her marriage had failed and her husband had lost interest in her. Many women she knew would've stayed faithful to their spouses regardless of that, but a part of her refused to care anymore.

"Ya Allah, please forgive me..." cried Mahmuda.

Mahmuda wiped her tears away as she heard a knock at her door. She smiled as she got up to her feet and came down downstairs to meet him. She knew who it was and waited for him all morning.

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"Hello, Bob." greeted Mahmuda as she saw a White man with blond curly hair and piercing blue eyes at her doorway.

"Good Morning, Mahmuda. It's been a while I haven't spoken to you." smiled Bob.

"It's true. I was afraid that we wouldn't have the chance to see each other again, but I am happy that you're here for me!" said Mahmuda.

"That's kind of you, Mahmuda." said Bob, "Have brought something for you too!"

"What is it that you have for me?" asked Mahmuda.

Bob held out a bouquet of roses in his hand.

"Thank you Bob, but you shouldn't have." Mahmuda kindly accepted them.

"It's the least I could do because you called me over." reacted Bob.

Mahmuda welcomes Bob into her home and sits him down.

"I've cooked something for you, would you like to come join me?" she asked.

"Oh yes, thank you." replied Bob.

Mahmuda brought their plates, sat down with Bob and began eating.

"It's delicious." complimented Bob.

"Thank you, Bob." she replied, blushing slightly.

She knew Bob for almost three years when he served as an Occupational Psychologist and a part time Journalist at the same firm her husband worked at for almost two and a half months ago.

Bob, being three years her junior, was six years younger than her husband but got along very well when they kept meeting each other outside of their normal hours and enjoyed their time watching football together, belonging to their opposing teams being Manchester City and New Castle United.

The couple first met Bob, back in 2018 when he was assigned to work with her husband on his first project which her husband was part of. During the initial weeks of his stay in their home, he would frequently join them for dinner and sometimes even stay overnight in their guestroom. It was a bit unusual, but she always loved to cook and take care of him. He was like the little brother she never had, and it was always nice to have someone else to talk to besides her husband. The more time he spent with her, the more they connected.

Bob too was about to be married as he was engaged to his fiancée a couple days ago, but they never got to meet her in real life, and when they asked him to bring her here, he mostly told them that she refused. Mahmuda could tell that Bob's fiancée must be not fond of meeting them at all, even if he ever wanted her to.

Without realizing it, Mahmuda soon started to catch feelings for this man who was 6 '3 tall. He overpowered her and whenever she looks at him up close, he dwarfs her, thus making her look much smaller. She found him attractive and her body reacted to him in a way which she could not manage. Her lust started to blossom when she once saw him shirtless after helping her husband fix their car on a hot scorching day. She couldn't help but stare at Bob's well sculpted body from head to toe as he sweated profusely but much more importantly, her eyes couldn't stop looking at his crotch as it looked huge, making her throat dry.