Kulsoom wanted to strike a full blow at the chubby face of her husband who reached climax on barely his 12th stroke. He was panting hard as he had climbed a mountain.
“Was it good?” Nawaz had the balls to ask his wife.
“Yes! Very exciting,” she said pushing away his plum body, whose weight now made breathing difficult for her.
Nawaz fell on the other side of the bed – panting hard. In less than five minutes he was snoring. But Kulsoom was wide-awake. A fire raged in her body. She was horny as hell. She wanted to kick the ass of her stupid husband who did not know how to fuck. She lay motionless in an attempt to calm her body. Time passed. She curled and turned on the bed – angry and frustrated. The clock struck twice. She wanted a glass of cold water. She was thirsty. She got up, wore her clothes and tiptoed out of the bedroom. The entire house seemed asleep.
It was a usual hot, oppressive summer night of Lahore. She realized this as she stepped out of her air-conditioned bedroom. The kitchen was on the ground floor – close to the bedroom of Nawaz’s parents.
Kulsoom ran down the stairs. Lights of the ground-floor lounge were still on.
“Who could be there? Is uncle still reading?”
Yes – uncle Zareef was lost in a book.
“You still awake dear,” Zareef asked his daughter-in-law as she glided into the lounge on her way to the kitchen.
“Just feeling a little thirsty,” she said while opening the fridge in the kitchen.
“Is Nawaz awake too?”
“No he had been sleep for more than three-hours,” said Kulsoom as she walked out of the kitchen with a bottle of water and a glass.
“I see,” said Zareef gazing at her firm, lanky figure, which exposed all the right curves and mounts even under her white crumpled baggy shirt and shalwar – the traditional baggy trousers.
“What a fool that he is asleep,” Zareef thought eyeing his daughter-in-law’s elegant figure as she gulped water.
Kulsoom’s almond-shaped face seemed to glow amidst the long, thick black hair, scattered over her shoulders. The 23-year-old girl looked stunning.
Unaware of the close scrutiny of her body by Zareef’s piercing eyes, Kulsoom poured more water in the glass. This time she drank it a little slowly.
“You seem really thirsty,” said Zareef. “Is every thing ok?”
“Yeh,” said Kulsoom thinking how she can tell this man that his son does not know how to use his seven-inch long tool. He had failed to give her a single organism during two months of their married life.
“It’s really hot,” she said trying to divert her mind from spasms of heat moving between her thighs.
“It’s burning,” the experienced 55-year-old man replied. He knew something was wrong. He could read it on her face. But what it was he could not tell.
“Take care of yourself child. You are my best friend’s daughter. If you have any problem, never hesitate to come to me. I am your best friend.”
Kulsoom was touched by these words. She bent and gave a tender hug to her father-in-law. He stroked her hair with one hand and petted the back with the other. She gave a small kiss on his bearded face.
“Thank you uncle,” she said. “I really love you!”
“No worries my child,” he said. “Now go and sleep”
Kulsoom ran toward the stairs and Zareef shut his book with a bang.
“What a lovely girl?” he thought. “How tender are her lips?”
He could still feel the nice smell of her hair and imagine the silky smoothness of her skin. “But she does not seem happy. What’s wrong?”
In her room, Kulsoom was still wide-awake. She was grateful for the kind words of her father-in-law. She liked him very much. She thought him as a man of good character and good appearance. Zareef had a handsome face. Thanks to the regular walks and careful diet, he has managed to keep his waistline in control – unlike his son Nawaz -- and appeared much younger than his age. His had a trimmed grayish beard, which added to his personality.
The next morning, Kulsoom woke up with the shrill bell of the telephone, which kept on ringing. She knew Nawaz had already left for work. So is her mother-in-law. But uncle must be in the house. He now mostly operates his business from the house, giving most responsibilities to his two sons -- Nawaz and Shabeer.
“Why is he not picking up the phone extension?” she thought.
“Hello,” she shouted over the phone.
“Hi! It’s me.”
“Hi! When did you return from honeymoon? How was it?” Kusloom said recognizing the voice of her best friend Neelum.
“Oh Great,” Neelum said in an excited tone. “We remained locked in the bedroom most of the time.”
“And you call it great?”
“Of course. He has made me a real woman. Never missed an opportunity to take a ride on me – and that too a long one,” Neelum said.
“Give me all the details. Quick,” Kulsoom said giggling.
“Wait for the uncensored details until we meet. You tell me. How is your stallion? Is he fucking you well or you need some help from outside?”
“What do you mean?” Kulsoom said getting tense.
“Listen. I have big secrete to share,” Neelum said.
“What?”
“I have not one but two good riders. You can share them with me.”
Kulsoom was shocked. She knew Neelum was dangerously bold, straightforward and addicted to flirtations. But returning from honeymoon with news that she has two men to fuck her was perhaps too much to expect from a newly wed girl.
“You are joking,” Kulsoom said.
“No! Not at all, I am a liberated woman now. And I would not have asked you to join us in such a straightforward manner, had I not been told that Nawaz is a pathetic fucker.”
“Who told you this?” Kulsoom said in a small voice.
“Nasir – my husband’s friend and our partner. He knows Nawaz well. They are college friends and fucked a couple of girls together. Nasir calls Nawaz a man of just a dozen strokes.”
“Bullshit,” Kulsoom shouted back feeling a bit humiliated, though she knew that Neelum was telling the truth.
“Listen, Nasir saw you at my wedding and is dying to suck your tits, lick your cunt and fuck both your holes.”
“Shut-up,” Kulsoom said.
“Oh yes I am shutting up because Nasir has already attacked my pussy. Ahhh He is such a good licker. Give yourself time to think. Talk to you later Ahha bye,” said Neelum.
Kulsoom stood speechless as she hung up the phone.
“Is Neelum gone nuts? Is she joking? Is she really fucking her husband’s friend?”
She was pondering on these questions when she heard a soft knock at her bedroom door.
“Come in.”
Her father-in-law walked in slowly.
“Subah bakheir (Good morning) Uncle,” Kusloom said straightening her dress.
“I have something important to discuss,” Zareef said in a grave tone.
“What is it? What’s the matter?” Kulsoom said observing his stern face.
“I accidentally heard your telephone conversation. It was shocking.”
“Uncle please”
“Is it true Nawaz fails to satisfy you?”
Kulsoom was thunder-struck.
“No need to feel ashamed, or get afraid. Answer my question in yes or no.?”
There was a pause as they both looked at each other.
