Hi everyone it's me Shazia again.
It's been a while since I wrote anything even though a lot has happened in my life. I guess I was waiting until I was ready to share these events with you.
This is written in the detail as it happened so apologies if it is a little long winded.
As always with my posts, you must read until the very end or you will miss stuff.
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After I found out about my baby sister and my husband I was hurting like hell inside and I was angry.
I tried to focus my anger and hate on my husband and my sister. But deep down I knew this was about me. I had brought this on myself.
I had deceived my husband in the most despicable way. I looked at my children, each one a bastard I had conceived from my need to satisfy my own wanton lust.
I hated and loathed what I had become and was angry at the situation that resulted from it.
Yet in my heart I knew I couldn't change what I did in the past, nor change what I had become. I loved the thrill and the pleasures too much.
But I couldn't bear to see Malaika with my husband.
A mind is a savage and evil place when it is left uncontrolled and unfettered.
In my mind I planned so many different scenarios of revenge and retribution. Hatched so many evil and dastardly plans. Everything from killing my sister and husband to killing myself as some kind of act of martyrdom.
I had also thought out so many scenarios of redemption where I catch them in the act and get all high and mighty on them as they beg for forgiveness.
I even acted out scenes where my sister is on the floor grovelling for a second chance as I banish her out of my house.
Each plan lacked one essential ingredient - my strength - I am a meek spineless coward. My plans were left impotent by my unwillingness to act, and I slowly resigned myself to accepting that I could not change the situation.
I was not only betrayed but broken and totally beaten.
When all hope is lost, old mistress fate has an uncanny knack of intervening and taking over.
In the days after finding my sister and husband were screwing I kind of laid low in my own house. Like a beaten dog I had to stay in the pack to live, but had to accept a new low ranking. Yep, I had become bottom bitch in my own house.
And Malaika kind of knew it. She seemed emboldened somehow. Walking around with a real air of growing confidence. Little things like starting to make decisions around the house. Starting to discuss and arrange household matters with my husband when he was home. Bossing me around sometimes. Dressing up really nice all the time, totally out shining me. Becoming even more distant from me.
This was eating me up inside. I had to confront her somehow.
Finally the day came. We were upstairs in my room putting away some clothes. My husband was out.
I plucked up the courage to try to start a meaningful discussion with her but I couldn't pin her down. She was acting like she was too high and mighty to talk to me.
In desperation I blurted out "I know you are fucking my husband".
"You are going mad and letting your imagination run away with itself." she dismissed me instantly.
"I saw you with my own eyes." I pleaded. Tears welling in my eyes, looking into her eyes desperately trying to connect with her.
"I saw the dildos, the lingerie, I saw you two doing it right here." Pointing to the bed I burst into tears as my desperate emotion took over.
She stopped and looked at me with a flash of anger and disdain sparkling in her green eyes.
"And you are jealous? Fuck you. Too bad, you lost."
There it was - the acceptance but with total defiance. No apology, no begging for forgiveness, nothing.
I couldn't believe what I was hearing. Worse was to follow.
"What are you going to do about it? Do you think you can give him what I give him? You wouldn't know where to begin miss perfect prim and proper."
She snorted angrily at me and pushed me so I backed on to my own bed.
Poking me in the chest she angrily shouted at me
"Thum ne kabbi lun ko mu me dala? Thum ne kabbi uska pani apne mu me liya? Thum ne kabbi lun ko gand me liya? Nahi? thum bohut zayada paak saaf samajthi ho apne aap ko."
("have you ever sucked a cock, have you ever taken his load in your mouth, have you ever been able to take a cock up your ass?" No. Because you think you are too perfect and squeaky clean.")
She then pushed me hard so I fell onto the bed and stormed into the adjoining bedroom, her room. I followed her.
I took a deep breath and started to let it all out.
"Haan, Kiya. Aur bohut kuch Kiya" ("Yes to all of that - and more")
I defiantly retorted, finally finding a spine from somewhere.
That stopped her in her tracks. I grabbed her with my left hand. I swung a hard slap at her face with the right. Crack - I caught her so hard she fell across the room and her dress ripped clean in half.
"Thumne kabbi 2 lun ek daffa liya? Ek puddi me, aur ek gand me? Nahi? Me ne kiya he."
"Have you ever been fucked up the arse and in the pussy same time? No? Well I have"
"Thumne 3 lun ek bar apne under liye? Nahi? Me ne kiya he."
"Have you been able to take 3 cocks inside you at the same time? No? Well I have."
I grabbed her panties ripping them off. I turned her over and spanked her hard treating her like the naughty spoilt brat she had become.
Now fully immersed in my anger I shouted at her "Thumne kabbi 30 kutthon se ek sath chodwai ki he? Nahi? Me ne kiya he."
"Have you been gang fucked by 30 guys at the same time? No? well I have."
I spanked her harder. She was still stunned I wasn't sure if my physical violent attack had stunned her more or my revelations.
Angrily I shaped my fingers as I shouted again at her, and aimed 2 at her asshole and 2 at her pussy. Instead of spanking I drove them inside her hard.
She screamed at the intrusion, but didn't move to try to escape. I pushed them fully in, both of us gritting our teeth in unison as I held my fingers there.
"Now who's the broken bottom bitch?" I thought to myself.
I continue now literally screaming at her as I pushed down harder
"Thum ne kabbi 3 haram bachon ko payda kiya 3 kutthon se, aur ek thumhara aba he? Nahi? Me .... ne ... kiya ... he ...kutti."
"Have you given birth to 3 bastard babies from 3 different lovers, one of which is your dad? No? Well i .... have....you bitch"
She pulled herself up with one hand so she was face to face with me. Her look changed from a grimace to a wicked smile.
"Thum ne kabbi thumhare husband ka bacha apne pett my liya he? Nehi? Mere pett me he un ka bacha"
("Have you ever had your husband's baby in your belly? No? Well I have his baby in my belly right now.")