The affair intensified. Aisha snuck out during Omar's business trips, meeting Aryan at cheap motels. One weekend, Omar was away for two days. Aisha invited Aryan to their home, the marital bed waiting. As soon as he entered, she stripped off her hijab and abaya, revealing lacy lingerie she'd bought secretly—black, contrasting her olive skin. Aryan grabbed her ass, spanking it hard. 'Your husband's bed? Perfect for cucking him.'
He bent her over the kitchen counter, slamming his cock into her pussy from behind. Aisha cried out, her walls gripping him as he thrust deep, balls slapping her clit. 'Fuck me harder than he ever could,' she begged. Aryan flipped her onto the bed, sucking her tits while fingering her ass. She rode him reverse cowgirl, her hijab discarded on the pillow, grinding until she squirted on his shaft. Later, they showered together; he soaped her body, then pressed her against the tiles and fucked her ass slowly at first, then roughly, her screams echoing. 'Take my Hindu cum in your Muslim holes,' he grunted, filling her up. Exhausted, they lay in the sheets Omar would soon sleep in, Aisha tracing Aryan's chest. 'I want more,' she whispered. He smirked. 'Next time, with him watching.'
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