He had later sent me a message.
-that is the kitchen confidential position-
I smiled at it. Then I remembered he forgot yo mention the position name.
I got to do study for the next day lectures, thinking about imad.
That evening, I missed called imad. I thought he would call me back if he was free by then.
Yup, he called me back as I thought. Omar was asleep then and I decided to have some mobile fun with imad.
-hey imad-
-hey my darling, how are you? Why called me?-
-just…how are you? Not that, where are you staying when you are here? Boarding?-
-no. I now have quarters. Good space, adequate silence…not that, why can we not get together here?-
I thought for a while. Could this be something dangerous?
-what if someone sees me coming around there?-
-well…you can use a face cover, right? Nobody will identify you! Also, nobody speaks rumors about me. I can take you like that way to my quarters and trust me, nobody talks shit about that-
He was right. He was physically a scary personalized man. No wonder nobody cares to talk about him like that.
-well, okay then…not that, do you have ant new ideas?-
-well, I do but we need a pool for that. We can use the gym pool as well and I can arrange a secret meeting there…if you are okay-
I had no idea what he was planning now. But I agreed to meet him there on Tuesday evening, about 4pm. Lectures are supposed to end on 3pm then.
He agreed, and we dropped the call. I happily turned back to work. Now I can have fun with him tomorrow as well!
On Tuesday, I was working in the faculty as usual. We sometimes met while walking and we smiled at each other, but that was all. He never tried to touch me. I guess he was as intelligent and careful as his size was…haha!
Later, I asked omar whether he is okay if I book some swimming lessons. He was okay with that. No matter what, it was sometimes very helpful to have such a free thinking husband.
By 4pm, I was at the pool. I was wearing the face cover and nobody tried to check my identity.
There was nobody in the pool…nobody except one. Imad was in the pool, smiling.
-hey, come on in with your bra, panty and mask…heh!- we are gonna learn how to swim-
I knew it was nothing about swimming. Anyway, I took over my religious dress and got to the pool with my mask.
-I can understand why I need a mask-
-yup. And you need the other clothing so we are not exposed. Nobody knows we are having sex here!-
I looked around. There were few people around. Looks like it is not a time people swim here.
-okay…do we need foreplay?-
We hugged each other, he lifted up my mask a little and we started kissing each other, rubbing each other. Within minutes, I felt his bulge against myself. I also was getting wet inside me.
-I guess you are enough erected now…lemme stroke it a while-
I bent downwards, pulled down his pant, took his cock in my hand and started stroking it. He came to my backside, slid his hand into my panty and finger fucked my pussy a little.
Suddenly, he looked away, took his hand out and hugged me again, going down a bit into the water. I heard the watchman ask,
-hey, are you and your wife alright?-
Wife? Lol. So this is how he has arranged it?
-yeah, thanks-
He waved and the watchman looked away. I was so wet inside by now.
Then he turned me back towards me, took me in his hands and said,
-now take me inside…that is it-
I pulled our under garments and took his cock in. Our heads were above water level.
He took me like the kitchen confident position and started fucking me. I was lightly moaning into his ear.
-ah ah ah…sss!-
After a while, he was fucking me hard, when I moaned per each penetration. Then he came inside me.
He quickly got his cock squeezed as soon as he started coming. I guess he controls how flow like this so that he can remain his sexual desires for longer.
After that, we got dressed back. He went to his quarters and I went home.
-how was the lessons, hameeda?-
Omar asked as I went inside home.
-well…well worked-
I said as I hurried to the bathroom…
Later that say, I secretly called him.
-hey hameeda, my naughty girl, so why this time?-
-I am missing you too much already, imad. I cannot wait till we get together again-
-is anyone around?-
I looked around and said no.
-good…the position we tried today is called delight of aqua man…i guess you know why?-
-mh…of course I do. I saw the delight in your eyes-
-oh I saw more than that in your eyes. I dunno about your face, though-
I laughed. We talked for a while and dropped the call. I went away, happily and hopefully…
That night, I and Omar was talking in our bed.
-hameeda-
-mm…-
-for a single weekend outside home, at a place of your friend in the capital, you have changed a lot! You seem to be overwhelmingly a active on sex. You made me totally crazy today!-
He kept talking. He seemed totally astonished.
-well, I guess I did not do something prohibited in religion, right?-
-of course you did not. I am not allowed to reject you when you want me, and vice versa-
I know it is vice versa, which is a reason why most people hate our religion.
-well…people change. I get better always. Omar, why? If you think I should not do that, sorry-
I had no reason to care about his needs any longer. Imad was better than him at anything. Not only sex, but also pure love.
-well…i was thinking, just tell me what changed you so much for a single weekend. I just wanna know-
I was speechless for a while. How can I say that I slept with a sexually super active man who aroused my desires this much?
-what are you thinking?-
-no, I was just thinking how I should tell this to you because…it is some sort of female matter-
He looked at me suspiciously.
-please do not say anything lesbian took place…-
-uh…are you nuts? No! Nothing like that-
-then what…?-
I thought a while. This could work either way but I must try.
-well…I…watched something with her!-
-something like…like porn? Is that it?-
-look I am sorry if I did something wrong, Omar-
He smiled, came closer to me and palmed my hair. He does not know how much I longed to feel this from him.
-I know you are sorry that I am not fit enough for you. I am sorry.
I also know you are too fit for me. That is why I allow you to dress as you please-
I wad feeling sad about him. He said,
-let us hold in this world somehow, hameeda, we will be forever happy in the hereafter. Believe in what god said. I do not want 72 concubines! I just wanna be happy with you…forever-
I cuddled my face to his chest, as he closed his eyes for a happy sleep.
I also closed my eyes. I badly needed sex right then. I imagined what if imad was here instead of omar. Yup, he would fuck me up ugly…not ugly really but, powerfully, till I collapse!
Well, I will be with him someday again. I am counting on it…
What is it like for a woman having to live with a man who cannot supply enough sex for her? Here it is exactly the case but without imad, she would have never known how horny she really is inside of her. Wait for the next part. Bye!