Chapter Ten
Now that his mother and sister were gone, Muhammad went back to giving his wife his full attention.Wallah, she was the most beautiful woman inside and out. He wanted to ask her how she felt about him now that she was aware he had told her that one lie, but she was still grinning from the scene his family had made.
“Back before I liked your mom…” Viviana began.
“Twelve hours ago?” Muhammad mused.
“Yeah, then.” Viviana’s smile kicked up. “I used to call her Jamila-the-Hun in my head. Now I will call her that anyway, but for a different reason.”
Muhammad chuckled. “She will take pride in that name.”
“I do not doubt that.”
His expression grew serious as he stared at his gorgeous, naked wife. She wore nothing but hermahrnecklace, which dangled provocatively between her ripe, wet breasts. Her dark gold curls, still drenched, had been straightened by the weight of the water. Her eye makeup had partially come off, giving Viviana what she likely would have thought were raccoon eyes, but which Muhammad thought added to her sultry, exotic appeal. The smudged kohl made her light eyes sparkle, giving him an erection.
“Finish your bath,” Muhammad murmured. He reclined on his right side next to the bathing pool, propped up by his elbow. “I am content just to watch you.”
“Maybe I’m not content,” Viviana returned.
Her words stung, but he said nothing. He couldn’t blame her for not trusting him after he’d lied to her. It hurt, but—
“Maybe I won’t be content until I see where this leads to.”
Muhammad’s eyes widened as his wife’s index finger found his navel and slowly trailed down the line of hair leading to his cock. He sucked in his breath, the competing feelings of confusion, arousal, and embarrassment at war inside him. Was she teasing him as punishment? Was she pointing out his body hair washaram—forbidden—to shame him?
“I’m sorry I forgot to shave.” His face flushed. “I’m an Arab. It grows back too fast.”
Viviana’s gaze narrowed in what looked to be…hell, he didn’t know anymore.
“Do you have to shave it?” his wife whispered. “It turns me on.”
His embarrassment grew. “You are saying that to punish me. I am sorry I lied to you, Viviana. I will never lie again. I promise I—”
“Punish you?” She sighed as she continued to run her finger over his line of hair. “Muhammad, I would not tell you this happy trail turns me on if it didn’t. And I don’t think you need punished because you didn’t lie—not really. Side A strikes, Side B retaliates, Side A strikes back, Side B retaliates. At the end of the day…” She shrugged. “I can’t tell Side A from Side B anymore.”
Now he felt even guiltier. She was too kind and forgiving. She must have seen the culpability in his expression.
“You’re not going to let this go until I’m mad at you for real, are you?”
His appearance was grim. “Probably not.”
She half snorted and half laughed. “Okay fine. I’m mad.” Her finger trailed down his line of hair again, this time disappearing into the serwal pajama pants he wore. She grabbed his stiff cock and squeezed it. He hissed. “Your punishment is to not shave that happy trailever.” She pulled his cock out. “Or any of the things it leads to.”
He had forgotten that non-Muslim men didn’t make a habit of shaving off all their body hair, but then it was easy to forget Viviana wasn’t Arab-born for her accent was that of a native speaker’s. His embarrassment vanished, replaced by total arousal. If she liked the “happy trail” then it would remain.
All higher thought deserted Muhammad as his wife took his cock into her mouth. She stood at the bathing pool’s edge, her full lips wrapping around his erection. She closed her eyes and sucked his cock with an expression that told him she loved doing this to him.
Viviana picked up the pace, her head bobbing up and down as she moaned around his rigid cock. Muhammad wrapped his left hand around the back of her head, groaning as she sucked him in fast, deep strokes. The sound of suctioning lips meeting firm flesh reverberated throughout the room.
He had always wondered what a blowjob felt like for it was a sexual act his deceased wives had not performed on him. The reality of this was better than all the thousands of his fantasies combined. And to have it performed by her, his wife, the woman of his dreams…
Viviana sucked his cock faster and faster, her head bobbing at an animalistic pace. Muhammad’s jaw clenched as she kept up the frenetic speed, her mouth sucking and sucking and sucking. He wanted the moment to last forever, but his arousal was too great. She took him deeper into her throat, still lapping him up in frenzied motions.
He came on a bellow, his orgasm powerful enough to force his torso to spasm a bit. And still she kept suckling from him, her lips latched around his cock, her throat swallowing his still spurting cum.
“I think I gave you a liter,” Muhammad rasped, his breathing heavy. “Wallahhhh.”
When Viviana was finished extracting every drop he had to give, she unlatched her puffy lips from his semi-flaccid cock with a pop. She grinned.
