Family and Friends Ch. 06bydarthewriter©
The next morning went like every other morning. Beena was back and serving breakfast; Faisel and Papa were discussing the store; Ammi and Nadia were feeding the babies while Zainab sipped orange juice and ate a slice of unbuttered toast.
Then Faisel and Papa took off for work while Zainab, disappeared into her room to listen to some music or whatever it was she did in there.
It wasn't until after lunch, that Nadia and I were alone in the T.V. Lounge, watching some lousy sitcom on cable. Nadia chose a commercial break in the sitcom, to shake me up a bit.
"Faisel was awake when I got back to my room last night". She said picking up a glass of water from the coffee table in front of her. We were both on opposite sofas separated by an oval coffee table.
She then told me how she had just shut her bedroom door behind her, when a sleepy Faisel had asked her where she had been.
She had made up an excuse about 'heartburn and a cold glass of milk' and quickly headed to the washroom to wash her face and hands and brush her teeth. She had decided against a quick shower, but had thrown her old and probably semen stained night suit into the dirty washing basket and emerged naked, to find Faisel wide awake.
"I think He thought I was naked because I wanted him" She confided to me.
"Anyway, he pulled me down onto the bed and after rubbing my choot a little; kissing me and toying with my breasts; he pushed the front of his pajama bottoms down and entered me; fucking me hard until he as usual, came quickly. I have however to admit that I enjoyed it. Your earlier screw had made me horny. I had wanted another go with you but there hadn't been enough time, the risk, and all that. Compared to you though, he is nothing".
Nadia sipped her glass of water and shrugged "At least I could then shower. He showered after me." "You know something I have just realized? Faisel has never even tried to shower with me" She added.
"Fool!" I muttered smirking "Think of the water that would be saved and the FUN that could happen." I said.
She laughed before shaking her head and saying "Faisel is too boring for such ideas".
"What ideas?" asked Zainab emerging from her room and sitting down beside Nadia.
"Ideas of fun" I said "I suggested something enjoyable to Nadia that, Faisel and she might enjoy; but she says he won't go for it" I added.
"Too right Yaar!" Zainab said "Faisel can bore a statue to tears. Shit! I feel like crying whenever he tries to make conversation with me."
"So what was the idea?" Zainab asked, putting her feet up on the sofa cushion, and not the least bothered that I could now see right up to the crotch of her white shalwars and the dark blue of her panties covered pussy. The material was that thin.
To my shocked surprise Nadia said "Fahad suggested that Faisel and I shower together to spice our sex life up a bit".
Zainab burst out laughing and from that moment on, I understood that Nadia and Zainab were not just sisters-in-law, they were also close friends.
"I Like the way you think bro" Zainab said flashing me a brilliant smile "You're kinky as well as cool. Faisel bhai shower with his wife! I think he would faint at the very idea".
"So tell us" Zainab said with a smirk "How many girls have you showered with?"
It was a dare and I took it "Oh dozens and dozens, in fact, it's only in Karachi that I shower alone".
"Liar!" Nadia said with a laugh, although her eyes said much more "Male fantasy in over-drive as usual"
"Yes" Zainab agreed "But I can't agree with the 'as usual' part, look at Faisel Bhai".
We had a good afternoon joking and laughing. Zainab told a few mildly dirty jokes that had me and Nadia shaking with laughter; and I told a few of my own that were also well received.
Zainab's cell phone rang and her '...of course Yaar' and rapid disappearance into her room after a wave 'bye-bye'; was the last we saw of her that day.
"Hurry" Nadia whispered grabbing my hand and pulling me towards her bedroom.
We did it in the bathroom, her butt on the edge of the wash basin unit, her shalwars off, her kamiz pulled up around her waist and the crotch of her panties pulled aside, so my prick could shaft and pump her.
My trousers and shorts were around my ankles as we kissed and fucked quickly.
Her hands messed my hair up as I held tightly onto her ass and plugged her hole with my Lund.
"Ooooh!" she sighed "I can feel every inch of you fill and stretch me."
These were magic words to a guy on the brink of Cumming.
Feeling my cock pulsate she whispered hotly "Yes cum in me! Cum in me"
I pulled out and spun her around, quickly ramming my soon to erupt cock, into her choot from behind. Holding her hips and watching my cock sliding in an out of her fuck hole glistening with the juice she was coating it with. I enjoyed the sight of her panties and buttocks absorbing each of my eager thrusts.
She reached a hand back to grab my hip and butt as she panted "Cum in me! Let me feel your spunk fill me"
I sent my sperm on its 'one-way-trip' into her cunt with all the power I could muster, and was rewarded with a gasp and a soft "Ooooh it's beautiful" from her as she bent her head down, and her legs quivered and shook with her own orgasm.
The whole thing had taken probably 15 minutes from locking the bathroom door to filling her womb with my seed; Quick; intense; and very satisfying.
A quick wash at the basin and we both came out from her bedroom, in time to hear the sound of Zainab screeching away in one of the cars.
"Can she drive?" I asked with a hint of concern, as I caught the sound of wheels screeching around a corner.
"Yes she can. I taught her, but the recklessness is all her own doing" Nadia commented. .....................................
I received a phone call from an old college buddy around 5pm. He was in town from Islamabad, and had heard that I was around. We hooked up at the PC and chatted, catching up on things and generally saying a lot that really amounted to very little.
Bashir was now a 'political animal' as his father was. Very 'up-and-coming' in the ruling elite (party affiliation meant nothing really, left, right or centre, the elite ruled simply changing hats so to speak).
I had not made any effort to keep up contacts with him, something about politicians, taxmen and the police made me want to immerse myself in Dettol whenever I dealt with them, but I am straying here.
He had put on weight, but at 6 ft, he carried it well. The PC staff was quick to fulfill his every request, as we sat in the coffee shop. They knew who he was.
"Fahad, good you didn't marry. My wife is a 'class-A-bitch' from hell. Still, family duty and all that; at least I have two sons from her, duty is done. Bitch fucks like a corpse though' he added. "If the cunt wasn't my cousin, I'd divorce her, but that would mean civil war in the family" He explained. Not that I really cared or even wanted to know.
A General Manager approached Bashir and with utmost courtesy, informed him that his guests were waiting in his room.
I took my leave but he insisted on my coming to meet them.
As expected, he had a suite on the top floor, and as he opened the door I saw two ladies with one gentleman, seated and waiting for Bashir.
The man looked like an everyday type businessman, but the girls looked like top line models. Both fair skinned with perfect bodies and enchanting smiles. One had streaked hair with blonde strands that gave her a South of France / North Italian look. The other one reminded me of a beautiful Iranian girl I had once met (and failed to seduce) in Bahrain.
It soon became obvious that they were high class call girls and the man with a cultured American accent, was their 'agent'.
"Samia and Huma my dears, how lovely to see you both" Bashir said; obviously he knew the girls well; and then turning to me, he said "You will stay, of course"
Then whispering in my ear he added "These girls can really take care of a man".
Ten minutes later, Samia and Bashir disappeared into the bedroom leaving me with the fair skinned Pathan looking girl, with the streaked blonde hair, called Huma.
The 'agent' had left with a promise to return by 9am next morning.