"I don't know how it happen," Khadija teared up as she recounted the previous night to her husband.
"Just tell me what happen," Usman said as he held her in his arms.
The images and sensations ran through her mind of her sucking his dick, riding him, the feel of her breast bouncing as he fucked her from behind, the sight of her sister masturbating as she watched, the feel of his cock pulsing as his cum filled her. She felt both guilty and turned on, but also terrified as she imagined how her husband was going to respond.
"I tried calling you," he said, trailing off.
"After I left to go to meet my sister for dinner, I got a call from Mariam," she said pulling away angrily from him. A confused look crossed Usman's face as he attempted to mask his concern. The weekend before he had gone out with Umer, Mariam's husband. They had had more than a little to drink and then ended up going back to a girls place whom they had meet at the bar.
He didn't remember much of the night but he knew that he and Umer had tag teamed her. Umer had sworn him to silence but the expression on his wife's face made him concerned that Umer had ended up telling his wife everything. As she began to speak and her expression went from fear and regret to fury his worst fears were borne out.
"She told me everything!" Khadija started to yell. "The strip clubs, the drinking, the gambling, the cheating! I hate you!" She threw a pillow from the bed at him, as she got up to storm off.
"I'm sorry," he said chasing after her. As she slammed the bathroom door behind her causing their baby to wake up and begin to cry.
Khadija came out of the bathroom and took the baby she hadn't seen all night. She looked at her husband scornfully as she cared for their little girl. Shortly there after her parents and son were also awake and the day was bustling with activity. It wasn't until well after midnight that they got the chance to talk again, just the two of them.
"I am so sorry," he said. "I didn't mean for it to happen."
"How could you though? So many times? So many attempts?"
"I... I just... I never meant to," he pleaded with his beautiful wife. "I love you."
"When she told me," Khadija said sitting on the bed and staring at her hands in her lap, "I was so upset so when I got to Fatima's I didn't know what to do. I was already late but I was trying to calm down before I went in.
"After a few minutes I was able to compose myself and walked over to their apartment door. I rang the doorbell and knocked but she didn't answer. I started to get annoyed but then remembered she said to come around to the sliding glass door since they were on the first floor."
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Khadija walked around the side of the building and stepped through the darkness to the little patio area. There were a couple of plastic chairs she passed by as she leaned to look in the window as the shades were disheveled.
She was about to knock on the glass when she saw her sister on her knees on the floor, her skirt and shirt around her waist, as her head bobbed on her boyfriend's cock. The angle of the door and the couch gave her a clear view of the action.
Fatima stopped sucking for a moment but continued to stroke her boyfriend's cock and laughed at whatever he said before she began to deep throat him again. Even with that short glimpse Khadija knew he was bigger than Usman and despite how wrong this was she felt herself getting horny.
Khadija looked up from her sister's mostly naked body and saw that her boyfriend was looking right at her. She felt herself grow scarlet as he proceeded to hold Fatima's head in place and clearly cum in her mouth. She had never let Usman do that yet here she was watching it happen to her sister while her boyfriend looked her in the eyes.
Khadija was confused, unsure if she should go so she ended up pausing after she had turned to go. She wanted to talk someone about her cheating husband but she was worried about the embarrassment of what just happen. Frozen by indecision a determination was finally made for her when the sliding glass door opened.
"You must be Khadija," Fatima's boyfriend said, extending his hand. "It's a pleasure to have you," he said with a wink. "Come on in."
"Baby, your sister's here!," he called out.
"Oh my God!," her sister exclaimed as she ran over from the kitchen. She had adjusted her clothes, but her skirt barely covered her ass and her top barely contained her braless breasts.
Fatima gave her a big hug and then kissed her on the check. Khadija wondered if Fatima had just put semen on her check and found herself oddly excited by the idea.
"You meet Sam finally," Fatima said glowing. "Come. Sit."
Fatima lead her to the couch seating them where Sam's naked ass had just been.
"Would you like a beer or soda or something," Sam asked the guest.
Khadija realized she'd been imagining his engorged cock as she heard the question, but as the image lingered she found herself unable to respond.
"Can we just get water," Fatima replied for her.
"Of course, baby," he said as he looked from one sister to the other admiring their similarities and their differences. He wondered what Khadija looked like naked and if she enjoyed sucking dick as much as her sister did.
"What's wrong?," Fatima asked as she touched Khadoja's smeared make up.
"Nothing. I...," Khadija trailed off. And then as she remembered what her asshole husband had done she began to cry.
