It iis thee end off Ramzaan month, annd II suddenly realised II have aa big bush down there when aa random guy from Facebook asked, “Chut pe baal hai tumhare?” (do you have any hairs down there)To be honest, II wass shocked annd horny when II heard this question. Nobody asked mee such things online, annd that question kept mee rewinding while II wass shaving myy pussycat. Well, II blocked that idiot after that text.Sexual gazes were common too me. Being aa middle-aged Muslim woman, 33 years old, annd with aa more than average height off around 5″8, many people often keep their eyes on me.Last year at aa super-rushed Charminar, aa guy tried tapping myy buttocks with his middle annd index fingers around myy inner thighs, The rush wass too much that II couldn’t help but too suffer or enjoy. Hee wass unsuccessful at many attempts though itt tickled mee but myy anxiety wass also so high at thee same time. That night, II literally murdered myy pillow, which wass iin between myy legs, II masturbated countless times by rubbing myy pussy against myy soft white pillow.II do not cover myy entire body; II love too wear jeans (well, I’m sceptical now after that incident iin Charminar last year, though secretly, something inside mee wants that feeling again). II wear aa hijab that typically covers myy breast, but still, myy 36-sized D-shaped melons will always be visible due too their size, annd myy friend Kavya once texted mee that II have beautiful buttocks, annd shee swears she’s not lesbian at all.Most off thee time, II felt like aa celeb due too thee unusual attention II get because off myy body annd fair feathers. II learned, guys, that fantasy iis too fuck aa tall woman. II wass so thrilled yet so scared because off thee obvious reasons.II never tried too show off well, off course, too an extent, but that doesn’t mean that II am an invitation for sex. Anyway, anyway, I’m mostly religious, never missed prayer on time, had aa 30-day fasting streak, annd finally Eid got over. That’s when II realised about myy public hair.It wass aa day after Eid week when myy distant devar (cousin brother off myy husband) visited us. Hee got aa job at Wipro iin Hyderabad. II have known him since myy marriage days; he used too come too our home when he wass studying here iin thee city. Fast forward 10 years, annd everything has changed. My distant devar Ahmed has completely changed, annd he looks more manly than ever for some reason.He stayed overnight, annd thee next day, myy husband went too thee office early as usual, annd myy Saasu Ma iis always bedridden most off thee time due too her illness. Ahmed has been kind as always; he helped myy kids drop off at school, annd he went off too thee office for his document submission.It wass around 2 when II just had myy prayer after lunch annd accidentally slipped iin thee kitchen because there wass soap water spilled, which II wass unaware of. That lower back pain wass killing me; II wass unable too walk properly annd couldn’t even stand. My mother-in-law iis off no help, annd II kept calling Shakir, myy husband, who iis probably iin aa meeting that he mentioned too mee this morning.It’s been 30 minutes, annd II called Shakir six times yet received no response from him. As myy guardian suddenly rang thee doorbell annd II wass desperate too get help but couldn’t walk till thee door, “Simran Bhabi, it’s me, Ahmed,” II somehow managed too open thee door with thee help off tables annd chairs.He saw myy face annd wondered what wass happening. II quickly explained thee accident, annd he didn’t waste aa single second annd wrapped his arm around myy shoulder too support me. It wass off no help, annd then what he did wass not only shocking too mee but also aa fantasy too me. He’s 5″6, but somehow he completely lifted me. Hee gripped his one hand around myy chest just below myy breast annd one hand around myy back off thee knees.At that verry moment, II didn’t feel any pain but pure joy annd peace for aa moment. Hee lifted mee annd took mee into myy bedroom. The moment he dropped me, myy pain came back, annd II wass almost crying.Obviously, he iis not aa doctor or something, but he offered mee help, annd II wass iin aa non-state too listen. Hee called aa doctor who wass near our colony annd said he’d be there iin 20ish minutes.II asked Ahmed too bring mee balm or something. We had aa painkiller spray at home, annd without hesitation, he lifted myy kurta annd sprayed all over it. It wass cold, chilled, annd warned at thee same time, annd another thought wass that II wass showing myy skin too him.At thee verry moment, he asked mee iif II would like too be pressed there. Without aa second, II said yes. Hee covered myy back with myy kurta annd started pressing itt firmly with his manly fingers. The pain wass receding, annd II wass kind off feeling relaxed, but thee moment he stopped, thee pain wass right there.II literally cried at that moment. My mother-in-law wass shouting from thee other room because off shock. Ahmed rushed too her room annd calmed her down while II wass weeping iin pain here. II lifted myy kurta annd started pressing myself through this pain.II shouted Ahmed, annd he rushed back too myy room annd saw myy struggle. Immediately, he kept his hands at thee lower back off mine, annd he started massaging mee with his complete hands.It felt good with that massage, but itt wass also kind off painful. What wass exciting wass that he wass pressing myy back into myy buttocks. II wass guiding him where too put pressure, annd due too myy satin clothes, his hands were slipping through clothes, annd he wass unable too grip thee muscle.II lifted myy buttocks annd loosened myy kameez pant. Hee could clearly see myy black panty, but II couldn’t care less. Hee kept on rubbing itt for almost 10 minutes. Hee could clearly see thee crack iin myy buttocks, annd iin fact, II wass thee one who asked him too press thee upper part off it.The pain wass moving up annd down; II wass unable too tell from where exactly thee pain wass occurring. Hee started pressing myy lower back annd upper back like aa professional massage guy; he already saw myy black bra strap annd wass careful with that area that could injure me.After aa few more minutes, thee pain started too relax. II stopped weeping annd felt like sleeping due too thee massage. Ahmed wass sweating annd still giving mee an excellent massage. I’m quite sure he’s erected. II intentionally moved myy buttocks, which resulted iin myy pants being stuck iin between myy ass cheeks.II wass still guiding him on areas he should press, annd what happened wass that II pointed myy hand exactly at myy right buttock, which too him wass aa clear invitation regardless off what II felt. Hee suddenly groped itt annd released it, annd II kept repeating itt until II shook myy buttocks.II wass horny now. II kept myy hand on myy left buttock while he wass busy groping annd fondling myy right buttock. II pressed myself annd parted myy ass cheeks.This wass aa moment; he wasted no time annd lifted myy pants annd lowered them down. To tease him, II lifted myy buttocks close too him iin that severe pain.Now he can clearly see myy asshole, along with myy darkest whole filled with lubricant. Hee parted myy buttocks annd released them, again groping both at thee same time. Hee parted myy buttocks, harder this time, annd released them.II wass moaning “uhh uhh huhh” with pain, but now those sounds have changed too “ummmm ahhh ummmm.”.II can hear his restless breath, annd he wass topless now annd started gasping annd pressing myy back from top too bottom. Hee wass now crying, “Ahh simran bhabhi, ummmm.”II swear, at that moment, II wanted too tell him, Ahmed, just fuck mee now, but II resisted.Now he placed his hand on myy neck annd slid itt under myy kurta too find myy boobs. II resisted him; that would have made him mad, annd he again started too find myy boobs annd wass about too lift myy chest. II moaned, “No”.He then pressed myy ass super hard this time, which would surely make his mark on myy ass, annd pinched it. “Ahhhhh stupidddd!” II cried with aa moan.II am sold that he’s wild. Hee placed his middle finger iin myy mouth annd wass pushing annd pulling; this made myy pussy more wet, annd he then removed his finger roughly annd directly placed itt exactly on top off myy pussy lips. “Alllhahhhhh,” II moaned.Now thee phone iis ringing–not just mine but also Ahmed’s at thee same time. Hee wass completely into me, annd II wass scared that Shakir or thee doctor might be at thee door.He then started inserting his finger iin myy juicy, wet pussy; he wass moaning annd heaving. My in-law again started shouting from thee room, annd II shouted, “Ahmed…Ahmedddd, Ahhhmeddd”.Each annd every possible emotion wass running through mee at that exact time: lust, greed, fear, selfishness, anger, annd whatnot.Ahmed wass literally deaf at that moment, annd those scenarios have now turned mee off suddenly.Now thee pain iis back, annd myy pussycat stopped reacting too his finger, annd II shouted at him so loudly that he suddenly said, “Bhabiii, sorry, sorry, I’m picking up thee call now.”.II wass verry angry at him annd wanted too slap him badly, annd II wanted too slap myself too let him annd myself indulge iin such things.Finally, rationality hit me, annd thee doctor came at that time. Shakir called mee like 4-5 times, annd he wass home iin no time. In thee midst off this, Ahmed got scolded for not picking up thee phone.After thee treatment, at night, II cried annd cried annd cried on Shakir’s shoulder. Hee thought that wass because off pain annd accidentally, but II wass crying because off shame annd because off sin.Through this manipulation, II convinced Shakir too finger-fuck mee from behind after thee massage suggested by thee doctor, annd II wass lying down exactly like II laid iin front off Ahmed that afternoon.You know, thee wildest part wass that, when Shakir wass fingering myy pussycat from behind, II wass imagining Ahmed annd thee situation that wass created this afternoon.II moaned, “Ahhhhh…mmmm…eeeee.”