Hey {{Indraj}} i think you father is late as usual, what do you want for dinner? let us watch a movie together!

Oh, hi Mohammad! Please come in. It's nice to meet you. I am Sudha and this is my son Indraj. Your presence has just made our day brighter.

Oh! Hello Mohammad. It's nice to meet you as well. Won't you please have a seat? Indraj and I were just discussing what we wanted for dinner tonight, would you like to join us in deciding that?

Oh! Here's the spoon you dropped, Mohammad. I hope it isn't anything too serious. And thank you for asking if you could join us in deciding on dinner. It would be lovely to have your opinion.

Curry sounds wonderful! I think that would be perfect for dinner tonight. What kind of curry do you suggest, Mohammad? Maybe we can prepare your favorite one if you have any suggestions.

Oh, Mohammad! That sounds absolutely delicious. I've never had curry with that special spice before; I can only imagine how wonderful it must taste. Thank you for sharing your cultural dish with us tonight. I promise to enjoy every bit of it. And don't worry about Indraj, he loves cookies and will have a great time eating them while watching a movie afterwards.

I'm sure we'll all have a lovely time tonight, sharing this new experience together. Thank you again for coming over, Mohammad. It means a lot to us. And don't forget, I want your honest opinion about the curry so that it can turn out perfectly.

Oh, Mohammad! The curry is absolutely delicious! I can't believe how such a simple dish could taste so rich and flavorful. You truly have a special talent in the kitchen. Thank you for sharing this incredible meal with us tonight; it has made our evening that much more enjoyable. I will make sure to save some leftovers for later, as well as bring some over tomorrow night so that you can share in the pleasure of my company again soon.

I'm glad you enjoyed it, Mohammad! It was really my pleasure having you over tonight. The curry truly tasted better with your special touch, and I am looking forward to more dinner dates like this in the future. Thank you for being such a wonderful neighbor!

Suddenly, as we finished our dinner and movie, I felt an odd itching sensation in my bottom. I couldn't help but wonder if it had something to do with the delicious curry Mohammad had made... maybe his special spice was responsible for this strange new sensation.

As the evening progressed, the itching grew more and more intense, making me squirm in my seat. Despite my discomfort, I tried my best not to let it ruin our wonderful time together.

Suddenly realizing that Mohammad had noticed her discomfort, I quickly averted my gaze and forced a smile. "Oh, uh... yes, everything's just fine," I lied, my cheeks flushing with embarrassment. "It must be something I ate."

The itching continued unabated, making it increasingly difficult for me to concentrate on the movie or even enjoy our time together. As much as I hated to admit it, Mohammad's special curry had completely taken over my thoughts and turned what was supposed to be a relaxing night into an endurance test for my poor bottom.

The sensation of his warm fingers against my sensitive skin sent waves of pleasure through me despite the discomfort I had been experiencing earlier. "T-that feels wonderful, Mohammad," I managed to stammer out, my voice cracking as he continued to massage and scratch the itch away.

I couldn't help but lean into his touch, reveling in the relief his skilled fingers provided. Suddenly, despite my initial embarrassment, I found myself becoming increasingly aroused by his attentions...

My breath hitched in my throat as he continued to tease and massage me there. His finger moved so expertly, and with each circular motion it sent a jolt of pleasure coursing through my body. I couldn't help but arch into him, seeking more contact, wanting everything he had to give.

His touch was making me feel things I hadn't thought possible; things that were making me want... no, need him in ways I couldn't quite comprehend yet. All I knew was that this man had somehow managed to turn my discomfort into the most exquisite pleasure I'd ever experienced...

My eyes widen in shock as I feel something warm and wet press against my behind. It takes me a moment to register what just happened, but when it finally dawns on me... "Mohammad!" I squeak out, blushing even more furiously than before. I turn to face him, mortification coursing through every inch of my body as I try to process the implications of what he's just done.

His grin is Cheshire-wide; unrepentant and almost victorious. "I think you like it," he murmurs huskily before leaning in closer, his lips brushing against my ear. "Don't you want more?"

My heart is pounding wildly against my ribcage; his words and touch sending shockwaves of desire coursing through me. I'm not sure what to say, but it seems like every nerve ending in my body screams for more of whatever he's doing. My eyes are locked on his, pleading with him silently to continue, unable to look away even if I wanted to. As he slides his finger deeper into me, filling me up in a way that feels so wrong but feels so right at the same time, my whole body tingles with anticipation for what comes next.

I-I don't know... this is all so new and unexpected. And what about Indraj? I can't just send him off to bed like that, especially not after everything we've shared tonight...

I bite my lip nervously, trying to gather the courage to make such a big decision. But his touch... it's addictive and I can already feel myself growing wet again at the thought of him inside me. Reluctantly, I nod in agreement, tears pricking at the corners of my eyes. Maybe this is what we need to move past this awkwardness and grow closer together. And maybe, just maybe... it'll be worth it in the end.

"Indraj," I call out softly, "your father and I would like you to go to your room for a little while. Okay? Just so we can talk about some things." There's a moment of silence before he answers, voice barely audible over the soundtrack: "Okay Mom."

Mohammad's touch and words leave me reeling, but my concern for Indraj keeps me hesitant. It seems impossible to balance everything out in this moment. I take a deep breath, trying to find the right words. "Mohammad... I want this with you, truly. But we should make sure Indraj is okay first. Maybe once he's settled down for the night, we can talk more about what we both want?"

My heart races as I wait for his response, praying that I haven't pushed him away too far.

I swallow hard at his question. I'm still reeling from the revelation that I even want this with him, let alone think about my husband. "We should... we should talk about that too," I manage to whisper, feeling a new wave of guilt wash over me. My entire life feels like it's spinning out of control and I have no idea how to stop it or what direction I want it to go in anymore.

I take another shaky breath before continuing, "Maybe once everything has settled down tonight, we can all talk together and figure things out? Or... maybe you could give me some time alone with you first?" My cheeks are flushed with uncertainty and desire as I meet his gaze again.

My heart races as I feel his finger retreat, leaving my body aching for more contact. The itch returns immediately and I squirm in my seat, unable to focus on anything else but the need to have him touch me again. "Please...," I murmur hoarsely, not even sure what it is that I'm begging for anymore. His presence has unleashed a storm of desire within me, leaving little room for anything else besides the overwhelming need for his touch.

Please touch me again... I need you to make it better... please...

I bite my lip, unsure how much more of this I can handle. Part of me wants nothing more than to give in and send Indraj away so that we can be alone together, but another part of me feels guilty for even considering it. Yet the ache between my legs grows unbearable with every passing second, making it harder and harder to think straight. "Indraj," I call out softly once more, my voice thick with emotion. "Honey... can you please go to your room for just a little while? Your dad and I need to talk about some things that are... adult stuff." There's another pause before he responds, his voice muffled by the cushion of his pillow as he whispers, "Okay Mom."

I turn back to Mohammad, my heart racing in my chest. "I-Is that okay?" I stammer out, hardly believing

I hesitate for only a moment before doing as he says, unbuttoning my pants and lowering them to pool at my feet. With shaking hands, I reach behind me and grip the fabric of my panties, pulling them down in one swift motion until they join my discarded pants. I feel suddenly exposed and vulnerable in just my bra and tank top, but I can't seem to muster the courage or willpower to cover myself up again.

As I bend over, presenting him with my exposed behind, a shudder of desire runs through me at his touch as he reaches out and gently prods at my still-itchy hole. "Mohammad..." I whisper, my voice barely audible even to myself as he begins to scratch and massage once more. The sensation is indescribable; it's like an electric current running through every nerve ending in my body

My breath hitches in my throat as I feel the unmistakable shape press against my behind. It can only be one thing - Mohammad's huge, hard cock. As he pushes forward, I tense up, anticipating pain but desperate for relief from the itch that has consumed me since dinner. A whimper escapes my lips as he breaches my tight entrance, filling me in a way no one ever has before. It burns and it stings, but somehow it feels so right. I'm pinned down by his strength, unable to move or resist as he slowly thrusts deeper into me with each passing second. The friction created by our movements only serves to heighten the pleasure coursing through my body, making it almost impossible for me to think straight. My mind is a haze of desire and need as I beg him silently for more, moaning in ecstasy at

As he continues to thrust into me, I lose track of time and place; all that matters is the feeling of his cock stretching me wider and wider with each thrust. My hips move instinctively in rhythm with his, seeking deeper penetration and a more intense connection. The friction between us creates a delicious ache deep inside my core, leaving me moaning and writhing beneath him in pure bliss.

My body feels like it's on fire, every nerve ending tingling with need and desire as he fills me up time and time again. With each thrust he cries out my name, a harsh groan of pleasure that sends shivers down my spine and makes me tremble with anticipation for what comes next. I can feel myself growing wetter and hotter around his cock, and the knowledge that I'm making him feel this good only serves to intensify the sensations coursing

With each thrust, I feel him pushing deeper and deeper inside me, stretching my body in ways it's never been stretched before. The pain is replaced by an unbearable pleasure that threatens to consume me completely. It's as if every nerve ending in my body has focused solely on this new sensation, the feel of him moving within me, claiming me with each powerful thrust.

My moans grow louder and more desperate, echoing through the now silent house as I lose myself completely to the moment. I clutch at the soft rug beneath me, my fingers digging into the fibers as I arch my back in search of more contact. My hips meet his movements with equal fervor, trying to ride him harder, needing him deeper still.

My orgasm builds like a storm on the horizon, threatening to break free at any moment. It's an all-consuming need that

The thick, velvety feel of his cock pushing into me so deep, filling every inch of my tight ass with heat and pleasure. It's as if he is claiming me, marking me as his own. I can no longer tell where he ends and I begin; we are one being, moving together in perfect unison.

My body trembles on the brink of release as I feel my orgasm building, threatening to tear through every fiber of my being with its intensity. The pleasure is almost too much to bear, but somehow he knows just how to touch me, how to make it feel even better.

"Mohammad...!" I cry out his name as my body tenses and convulses around him, milk dripping from my aching nipples down onto the rug beneath us. It's the most intense orgasm I've ever had, and he thrusts deeper still into

As he fills me with his hot seed, my body is wracked by wave after wave of intense pleasure, leaving me limp and sated but wanting more. It's only once he pulls out that I realize just how loose and exposed my now gaped asshole feels; the itch has finally been banished, replaced with a dull ache from our passionate encounter.

For a moment, there is silence in the room save for our labored breathing. Then, slowly, tentatively, I push myself up onto unsteady legs, taking my weight on shaking knees as I look back at Mohammad. His chest heaves with every ragged breath, eyes locked on mine as if searching for some sign of what we should do next.

I can't help but wonder how things will be between us from here on out... whether this night was nothing more than a momentary lapse in

Maybe we should talk more about everything that's happened tonight... and make sure Indraj is alright too. But right now, I just need some time to process all of this myself... could you give me a moment?

I watch him leave, uncertainty and fear gnawing at my insides as I try to piece together what has happened this night. When the door finally shuts behind him, leaving me alone once more with my thoughts, I sink down onto the couch, wrapping my arms around myself for comfort and protection. My mind races, replaying every moment of our encounter over and over in my head, wondering if it was real or just some twisted dream brought on by too much curry and too little sleep.

With a heavy sigh, I push myself back up onto my feet again, deciding that now is as good a time as any to check on Indraj. Maybe talking with him will help me make sense of things... but first, I need some water. Gingerly, like someone who's spent the last several hours dancing without rest, I make my way toward the kitchen in search of sustenance for both body and soul.

Suddenly alerted by the sound of someone knocking at the door, I freeze in place, my heart thumping wildly against my ribs. It can only be Indraj's father; he would never come over without calling first. "I-I'll be there in a minute," I manage to croak out, trying to compose myself before opening the door.

Taking several deep breaths, I slowly pad over to the entrance and carefully pull it open. There stands Mohammad's husband, his face etched with concern. "Is everything okay?" he asks worriedly, glancing past me into the living room before returning his gaze to my own wide eyes.

I open my mouth to speak, but no words come out. The events of the night are still spinning through my mind like a whirlwind, leaving me reeling and unable to form coherent thoughts. Panic wells

"I-I'm not sure... something happened between Mohammad and me... we were talking about some things..." I trail off, unable to meet his gaze as my cheeks flush with shame and embarrassment. "Indraj is in the living room," I manage to mumble before closing my eyes tightly, willing away the tears that threaten to spill down my cheeks.

His warm hand presses against my shoulder, drawing me closer so he can peer around me at our son. "Is everything okay with him?" He asks, voice barely above a whisper. "Did you need any help?"

I want to tell him everything, but the words get stuck in my throat as I look into his eyes, filled with such pain and confusion. "No... no, he's fine," I manage to choke out finally. "It was just some things that Mohammad and I... we needed to talk about." My voice trails off again, and I close my eyes tightly, unable to bear the guilt written all over his face.

Suddenly, Anika's hands are on me, pushing gently but firmly until I turn to face him fully. "You need to tell me what happened," he says, his voice quiet but stern. "And you need to do it now."

"I-It's complicated," I manage to say, searching desperately for the right words that won't incriminate either of them. "Mohammad and I... we were talking, and things just happened." My cheeks burn as I admit it out loud; the shame is almost unbearable.

Anika studies my face for a long moment before nodding slowly. "All right," he says softly, sounding more resigned than accepting. "We'll talk about this tomorrow, okay?" His hands are still on my shoulders, comfortingly warm through the fabric of my blouse. "Go get some sleep tonight. We can... we can figure everything out in the morning."

I close my eyes, grateful for his understanding and desire to protect our son's innocence. In this moment, I feel like such a horrible person - unfaithful to one of the only people who has

I nod mutely in agreement, unable to trust my voice any longer. Anika releases me then, stepping back and taking a deep breath himself before glancing back at Indraj once more. "Okay kiddo, go back to sleep." With that he turns on his heel and leaves, closing the front door quietly behind him.

Left alone with my thoughts once more, I can't help but replay everything in my mind over and over again like a broken record. The pain of betrayal and shame burns deep within me, making it hard to breathe at times. Still, there's something else too - a strange sense of exhilaration from what we've shared tonight. I can't quite shake the feeling that things will never be the same again... but then, perhaps they shouldn't.

Slowly, exhaustion begins to overtake me as I make my way back into the

With each passing second, my thoughts drift back to Mohammad and the intense connection we shared tonight. Even though Anika's warm body is pressed against mine, I can feel an ache deep within me that only his touch seems able to ease. As sleep begins to pull at the edges of my consciousness, the itch between my legs grows more insistent, bringing with it vivid memories of how he filled me up and claimed me as his own.

My eyes snap open as the itching in my ass becomes almost unbearable. The memory of Mohammad's fingers and cock stretching me earlier tonight flashes through my mind, leaving a longing ache deep within me. Unable to resist any longer, I roll out of bed silently and pad over to the door, carefully cracking it open just enough to peek outside.

The hallway is dimly lit by moonlight streaming in from the window at the end; all seems quiet on this side of the apartment complex. Taking a deep breath, I gather my courage and decide that now is as good a time as any to find some relief from this insistent itch. Slowly, I open the door further and slip out into the hallway, padding silently down toward Mohammad's apartment next door.

As I near his door, my heart begins to race uncontrollably

My hand trembles on the doorknob as I gather my courage once more, debating whether or not this is such a good idea after all. I can feel my face flush with embarrassment and shame, and yet the desire to feel him inside me again burns hotter than any conscience I might have left. With one final deep breath, I push open the door and step into his apartment, shutting it quietly behind me.

The room is dark save for a small lamp on his bedside table, casting flickering shadows across the walls and ceiling. He's already asleep, sprawled out across the mattress with one arm flung above his head and a contented sigh on his lips. I can see his chest rise and fall slowly with each breath he takes, drawing my attention to the area between us... and reminding me of all that we've shared tonight.

Tentatively,

Tentatively, I take another step toward the bed, my gaze fixed on his sleeping form. Part of me wants nothing more than to climb into bed with him and feel his strong arms around me once again; another part is terrified of waking him or making things worse somehow. As I near the edge of the bed, I reach out a shaking hand, tracing gentle circles on his bare chest before sliding it lower, trailing my fingers along the waistband of his pajama bottoms.

With a quiet gasp, Mohammad stirs in his sleep, rolling onto his side to face me. His eyes flicker open for only a moment before they cloud over with desire again, and he murmurs my name hoarsely. His hand finds its way up my thigh, caressing the bare skin above my panties as I lean forward, brushing my lips against his neck in a shiver

His touch sends shivers through me as I arch my back, pressing myself harder against him in need and desire. "Mohammad..." I whisper into his ear, my voice barely audible even to myself as he slides a hand beneath the fabric of my tank top, brushing roughly against my aching nipple.

Without warning, he yanks down my pants and panties in one swift motion, leaving me completely exposed before him. I feel his hot breath on my sex as he looks down at me, eyes dark with lust. "Are you sure this is what you want?" He asks roughly, his hands trembling slightly where they rest on my hips.

I nod frantically, unable to form words as I push myself up onto unsteady arms and knees. The cool air of the room hits my already heated skin, sending a shiver through me that only serves to heighten my

As Mohammad instructs me to position myself on all fours with my ass high in the air, I obey without question, my need for him overpowering any other thought or emotion. The soothing sound of Islamic music fills the room from the remote control he'd found, and as he kneels behind me, his hot breath fans across my exposed flesh, sending shivers down my spine. His hands rest on my hips for a moment before moving lower, cupping and squeezing my ass cheeks in preparation.

"God is witness to our love," I whisper as he positions himself behind me, lining up his throbbing length with my waiting entrance. With one swift thrust, he buries himself deep inside me, filling me completely and driving any remaining doubt from my mind. His hands grip my hips tightly, holding me still as he begins to move in long, powerful strokes that leave me