[FFM]How I inspired our married Muslim neighbour to fuck my husband

Disclaimer: On my old account I posted about a neighbour that we started having an affair with. This takes place in same building. We’ve since moved from that apartment complex but this is a I’ve always wanted to tell. And at the time my husband was actually just a fiancé, but for the sake of this chronicle I’ll just use husband.

This was the second person in our apartment that my fiancé started an affair with, but unlike the one who lived on the same floor as us, this one didn’t.

So he and I both had our own cars, and with this place we were place given two parking spots, but — to cut a long story short — we needed a third spot. The building manager said there’s parking spaces available to rent since some tenets with spots only have use one. There was one such space available quite close to our own and I was going to use that spot. Since we went through the building manager to get the spot, we didn’t know who it belonged to, only that it was a couple.

Then one morning a couple days later, I went to my car to go to work. On the elevator ride going down, a couple floors passed, then entered a gorgeous and pious-looking Muslim women, who seemed to be in her late 20’s. Seeing her I thought it would be amazing if my husband somehow fucked her, so I tried chatting with her for a bit, and she was nice and amicable. I learned she was a teacher. We entered the parking lot together and walked the same way until we got to our cars which were side-by-side. She sort of giggled and said that what a coincidence for us to bump into each other, since it’s her second spot I was using. We chatted a bit more, and she told me her husband’s a dentist who works at a clinic that’s a 20 minute walk from here, so they only need one car. When they first moved they had two cars but after working full-time in this city clinic, he sold his. I told her that my husband was also Muslim.

After that we went our separate ways and once I got home I told my husband what happened, and he was so excited at the prospect of seducing her. So from that point on we started using that spot interchangeably because he wanted to also meet her. He never got the chance, unlike me who met her again the week after, this time it was late in the evening, we’d gotten back at the same time. I asked if she just finished from work and she said she came back from the gym. I asked why she doesn’t use the facilities in the apartment (which I did) and she said because it’s unisex, whereas she goes to a girl’s-only one. I knew this could be an opportunity for me to get closer to her, so as we were walking I enthusiastically inquired about this gym. After she told me all about it I said that the next time she goes, I’d love to tag along. She didn’t mind and told me she’ll go again the day after next, that’s when finally exchanged numbers. I didn’t tell me husband any of this since I wanted to surprise him with something more substantial.

She texts me letting me know what time she’ll get to the gym after work, so I met up with her there and went together — the development of this friendship was going well, but at that moment what I felt most happy with was the fact that that specific gym was actually a great facility, and could see myself as a regular. From that point we became gym buddies. A few more weeks went by before I was comfortable enough to ask her about her sex life, it wasn’t so direct but enough to make the conversation go that way. And it seemed that my timing was perfect, since she hadn’t had any sex in a while. Her hubby had been working long hours and too tired for anything when he got home; she herself had been under stress from work and after relieving it at the gym, she’d be too tired to initiate anything. The one time they did try, her husband was too stressed to get it up. What a great opportunity for me to brag, as I always do in these situations.

Another couple gym sessions go by and we’re having dinner at a restaurant after finishing up from the gym, that’s when I ask her about her sexual experiences, citing how I know most Muslim women aren’t that experienced due to their beliefs, yada yada. She confirmed she’s the same, so I asked if her husband was her first person and she confirmed that too, but they actually met almost a decade ago and they started having sex a year before they were married (they’d been married for 4 years). Then I was bold enough to ask about his dick size which really made her flustered, but she did answer with her hands and it seemed it was like half as big as my husband’s. Yay! Straight after she started throwing the same questions to me, which I happily answered until the question of my husband’s dick size, and that’s when I showed her photos of it. She said she shouldn’t be looking at that, but she couldn’t help but stare since she didn’t know they get that big. She asked if it all fits inside me and I said it does, then showed some videos of that, and then I told her he can go all night long as well. Unfortunately, this conversation didn’t go all night long.

The very next gym session she confides in me how horny she was the other night and she tried initiating sex with her husband, and he got it up this time but it wasn’t satisfying at all for her, since he finished so quickly. She wanted me to give her tips on how she can improve his stamina. I told her I don’t have any recommendations because my husband had been like this before we met, but instead I offered her a suggestion: how about fucking him, one Muslim can help another Muslim out. She was instantly shocked at the suggestion. Immediately asking how I could even consider asking that, so that’s when I at last divulged the scope of our relationship. Trying to comprehend what I just disclosed, her shock turned into guilt, because now she admitted something: when they were having sex, all she could think about was the dick I showed her, and that’s what she went to sleep hoping to dream about. However, despite spilling that, she declared it’s only a sinful fantasy and nothing more, and that she doesn’t want to talk about it anymore.

Couple weeks go by and while we’re working out, she tells me her husband is going interstate for the weekend with some friends, and wanted to hang out with me, I proposed we hang out by having sex with my husband. Truth be told, I said this as a half-joke, chuckling as it came out. Her reaction, though, was a bright red face, blushing like I’d never seen her, swivelling her head around, scolding me to shush. She looked so cute. Then whispered “You can’t be serious!” and kept going on about how it’s a sin and everything. Then I decided to reveal to her the final secret relevant to her: my husband has fucked a handful of hijab-wearing wives like her. She didn’t know how to respond, aside from accusing me of saying this just to get to her, so I showed her videos of it. She squeezed her thighs together seeing that and put a hand over my phone to make sure no one else could see. I told her that if it’s a sin, she can just try to repent later, because her god is most-forgiving. It seemed those words were what she needed to hear, because it made her say something that I would’ve prayed to hear… “okay….”

I told my husband to not do anything Saturday night as I had a surprise for him, his trust in me led him to cancel his plans and be intrigued for my surprise. Saturday comes and during the day I told him what was going to happen, and everything that led up to that moment, and he was as excited as a kid at the candy store, jumping on me and smothering with his affection, but I admonished at that “Don’t blow your load now!”

She knocks on our door and I answer, she’s wearing a draped burgundy dress with a cream hijab — her look made my pussy cream.

We sat down on the sofa and started talking, then I went to grab my husband and bring him over so they can be introduced to one another. She sat in the middle of us. I knew she didn’t drink any alcohol but I asked anyway because I thought she would want to take the edge off, she said she didn’t want it because apparently consuming haram food and drinks make your prayers unanswered for a month, and she laughingly said she’ll need them answered immediately. My husband moved to kiss her which she didn’t object to, after that first kiss he said he’s there to answer any of her prayers. And inside I was so giddy, just wanted to squeal — there he is, my god, the sex god.

We all shared kisses and then went to the bedroom, were we all stripped and I told her to go down on him, something I just found out she’d never done. I was so bloody wet knowing her first blowjob will be with my man, so I enthusiastically taught her how to do it, then I told her to give him a boob job, which she again never did before despite having full boobs made to squeeze a dick with. Finding all this out, my husband could longer hold back — it seemed being this devout Muslim wife’s first for these things really set him off — and he exploded all over her tits and face. I started rubbing them all over her, picking some up and putting it on her lips and tongue, licking the rest off. She didn’t want to swallow any so whatever I put in her mouth, she drooled it onto his dick as I instructed, before she got up and rode him. That’s when the threesome really kicked off.

We had sex in all positions imaginable, but he didn’t anal either of us. He was wearing condoms whenever he was inside her, and whenever he was ready to cum, he’d take it off to blast her face/tits. The one time he creampied me, she licked me out before drooling the cum back on his dick. The last time he came was on my face and she licked it all off before spitting it into my mouth. We fell asleep together.

In the morning we woke up and she wasn’t regretful at all, as it was what she needed, but she did leave after breakfast.

We resumed with our gym sessions and I never asked her to participate in anything sexual after that, until two weeks later when she said she wanted to get fucked again. I told her this time it has to be at her place and she has to give in to being his slut, otherwise he won’t be interested. She was sort of confused with what I meant and wanted me to clarify, so I said it means that he fucks her however he wants, that he will dominate her. Now needing clarification on that term, I just told her to look it up, Later that night, she messaged me asking if we can come over Saturday morning (her husband routinely works on Saturdays).

Hubby didn’t have any sex the Friday, which was actually a very significant sacrifice. We go there and she answered the door wearing a full set of pink lingerie and a silky pink hijab. She says the Islamic greeting and grabs both of our faces with her hands to kiss us both, first kiss was with me surprisingly. Her new lover then picked her up, kissed her more as he walked inside, I closed the door and asked her where her bedroom is, she answers so I move ahead of them and start walking while he’s walking behind me, still got her in his arms and making out. Then he drops her on the bed and she strips him down, says some shit in Arabic before beginning her worship of her new sex god. That day he came in all of her holes; in her ass, down her throat, and directly into her precious womb. A place her own husband’s sperm never reached since he only used a condom. That second meeting between the two was the day she completely became his. She found heaven. Nevertheless, it only lasted for a few hours before we got the fuck out of there. Eventually, she stopped being concerned with the idea of sinning (despite covering her hair, don’t ask my why she still did that, as she maintains it’s always been her choice), since she would go on to have the most sacrilegious kind of carnal shit conceivable. Including fucking everyday during Ramadan which happened a few weeks after: when she was supposed to be fasting she was instead gulping his sperm; having wild and passionate sex in the evening when her husband would go for the special nightly prayers. On the celebrated day of Eid, where she would spent that whole day with her friends and family, her body was lotioned with his cum, and her anus and cunt full of his seed.

I use the word seed because she would go on to get pregnant from him. Yes, a Muslim wife who wears a hijab out of her own volition didn’t just continue to avidly cheat, but rapidly asked him to father her a child, and convinced her husband it’s his.

Lastly, as I said in the beginning, we’ve moved, but to no one’s surprise, we still meet up often.

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