After my last adventure in June, I promised that I would write about anything more that happened in my life. Little did I know more things were to happen so soon in my life. Well, not exactly to me though......
Malaika.
My baby sister. My heart, my love. My very own little mini-me who followed me everywhere. Always wanted to dress like me, always wanted to look like me, always wanted to play same games with me, wanted to do the things I did etc. My closest friend in difficult times. My confidant to all my most private secrets..... You get the picture. Well she is grown up, going to college and has come over to the UK at last to join me. I am so happy.
She had a student visa approved. She is so academically bright that she could have gone anywhere in the world; but true to form, she has come to the UK to follow me. I don't mind, I love having her around. She is funny, witty, clever and so so so naughty. Although she has never had a boyfriend or messed around with guys - A result of the strict upbringing in Pakistan that we both shared.
Looks wise she had developed into a total knockout since I left her. She is very similar to me with a vey slender figure, long black hair. But she has a cuter face than me, round and babyish. Her eyes sparkle with mischief and the smile from her full lips is bright and full of naughtiness. She is blessed with long thick hair similar to mine. 'Malaika' means angel and she looked every inch a little perfect angel. My perfect little angel.
She has been here since May and started college in September. Her college is a fair distance from my house but was commutable by train. When she came to the UK, she thought the best option was to stay with us and pay us rent for a room. My husband agreed straight away to allow her to stay, but insisted no rent would be charged and she would stay as our guest throughout her studies.
He enjoyed her company very much as well. They always seemed to be in conversation, usually about religious stuff. She had been educated by my dad (my original dad) who is a scholar on religious matters, and so she was very knowledgeable on religious matters. My husband is also very well educated on religious things. So they both debated finer points of religious law. Sometimes they also had private conversations, going quiet when I entered the room. They also joked playfully with each other as well; they would giggle at private jokes. My husband would hug or pat her sometimes. To me it was all a normal playful way of acting for a big brother in law & little sister in law.
Overtime Malaika became a little bit more closed up when talking to me. She used to tell me every detail about her day, but now she would only answer "it was ok" or something to that effect when asked about her day.
When her college started she was busy. I was busy with my babies, my housework, my husband and my hidden activities with Tino / Mike so I didn't really get a chance to miss her lack of conversation.
One day in early September, I had changed the bed sheets and was putting the old ones in the wash when I happened to see something on Malaika's bed sheets that shocked me - the unmistakable sight of spunk stains. Multiple stains at that. My mind started racing. Has she managed to nab a hottie at the college. Or she's got someone local. But how? She doesn't go out. Not even with other girls, let alone boys. The protective big sister in me kicked in. I thought mom and dad would be mortified that I let this happen whilst she was with me.
I decided to confront her - She point blank refused to accept that anything had happened. Unfortunately for me the evidence had been completely removed in the wash - damn you new double strength Persil Automatic.
Her reaction baffled me a little as we normally shared all of our little secrets - even the naughty ones. I had to let it pass. Maybe it was just nothing or maybe she didn't want to tell me. Either way I couldn't push her for an answer.
Some more days went by and with the busy nature of our lives we were all a little bit distant so the matter seemed to go away.
Then 2 days ago, my husband came back from a business trip to Holland. When he got home he greeted me as usual but rushed to the bathroom as he needed the loo quickly. While he was in there I had a quick check in his suitcase to see what gift he had bought me. There were quite a few items in there but I looked at the first thing that was on top. To my shock I saw some sexy lingerie. I pulled it out. It was the see through kind, with cut-outs where the nipples should be and in the crotch. I quickly went to put it back inside the suitcase. My hand touched a plastic package. I pulled it out. Oh my god. It was a selection of obscene looking vibrators. They were large, one was like a J shape and one had nobbled lumps all over it.
I couldn't believe he had bought me such disgusting gifts. I would have to wear this obscene under garment for him in bed? And I would have to let him use those things on me? Thinking that my husband sees me as a slut for use like this I felt sick in my stomach but also a little excited.
I thought about that night at the club. Did he see me as his sexy slut or as his wholesome perfect wife? I still wasn't sure. Maybe the gifts would finally answer it for me. I put everything away and waited for him to give me the gifts.
Just about that time, my sister came back from college. She greeted everyone and we all had some supper.
After food my husband went to his bag and pulled out gifts he had bought for the babies.
Then he said "and now some special gifts for you my dear"
I panicked, I thought he was going to pull out those obscene things in front of my sister and give them to me. Before I could say anything he pulled out 2 silk scarves. They were beautiful. Both my sister and I cooed in admiration of their beauty.
My sister was gushing to me about how wonderful my husband is and how lucky I was to have him.
I relaxed thinking that he will give me the other 'adult' gifts tonight in bed. That night we had sex. I drew out the foreplay and build up, giving him time to give me the gifts - but he said nothing.
In the end I realised that the gifts could not have been meant for me, maybe a friend had asked him to buy them for him. I felt relieved that I hadn't asked him about them as I would have looked silly if they weren't for me. But also disappointed that I won't get to use them. I wanted him to draw out the slut in me and treat me like he did in the club. But nothing.
Next day - busy busy busy day for me. I had an appointment at the hospital with my youngest. It was a routine visit but was going to be a full suite of tests and was likely to take 4-5 hours. My husband was going to be home all day, so I told my husband I would be gone 4-5 hours and left the house.
I left my eldest baby at a baby day care place and headed off to hospital. My phone rang, it was the hospital to tell me my appointment had been cancelled as the doctor didn't come in. Thinking nothing more of it I turned round and headed home.
I got home and as it was still early I thought hubby might be asleep, so I carefully closed the front door and went in. My baby was asleep so I put her down in the living room to continue her sleep. After a few minutes I heard some sound from upstairs and slowly went up to see if hubby is stirring from his sleep. He was up, but someone else was in his room.
It was Malaika. I decided to listen to their conversation. They started talking about me being away for some time at the hospital.
Then my husband asked "So, do you like your gifts?"
"I love them, the sexy lingerie fits me perfectly" she cheekily responded.
