Finally managed to see Aisha again last Thursday. She had family visiting from Pakistan.

Just after 10am I arrived outside of Aisha's home and she quickly opened the door. I stepped through the front door of Aisha's house on Thursday morning, the familiar scent of her perfume hitting me immediately. She stood there completely naked, no hijab, her smooth brown skin glowing in the morning light, her full breasts rising and falling with excitement. Her shaved pussy already glistened with arousal. She grabbed my hand without a word, pulling me upstairs with a wicked laugh. "This is so haram," she giggled, leading me straight into the marital bedroom where she and her pathetic husband slept every night.

The moment we crossed the threshold she spun around and slammed her mouth against mine. Our tongues tangled in a deep, hungry kiss, saliva mixing as we devoured each other. I grabbed her ass with both hands, squeezing hard while she moaned into my mouth. We kissed like animals for several minutes, her hands already tugging at my clothes. She stripped my shirt off first, then yanked my pants and underwear down in one rough motion. My cock sprang free, thick and hard, and she dropped to her knees right there on the bedroom floor.

Aisha wrapped her lips around my cock without hesitation, sucking me deep into her warm mouth. She bobbed her head fast, taking me all the way to the back of her throat while her tongue swirled around the head. I groaned and grabbed her hair, fucking her face while she gagged and drooled all over my shaft. "Fuck yes, suck that cock," I growled. She pulled off for a second, spit dripping from her chin, and looked up at me with pure lust. "Your cock is so much bigger than my husband's tiny little thing," she said, then went right back to sucking me like a desperate slut.

I pulled her up and pushed her onto the bed. We flipped around into 69 position, her dripping pussy right over my face while she continued sucking my cock. I spread her ass cheeks and buried my tongue in her wet cunt, licking and sucking her clit while she moaned around my shaft. Her juices coated my face as I tongue-fucked her hard. She sucked me even deeper, her throat working around my cock while I lapped at her swollen pussy lips. We stayed locked like that for a long time, both of us moaning and grinding against each other's mouths.

When neither of us could wait anymore, I flipped her onto her back and climbed between her spread legs. I slammed my cock into her soaked pussy in one thrust, burying myself to the balls. Aisha cried out and wrapped her legs around me. I started pounding her hard, the bed creaking loudly as I fucked her deep and fast. "God your pussy feels so fucking good," I grunted, slamming into her again and again. "Your weak-ass husband could never fuck you like this. That pathetic little dick of his probably can't even reach your cervix."

Aisha moaned louder, her nails digging into my back. "He is so small," she panted between thrusts. "His cock is tiny compared to yours. He can barely get it in me."

I flipped her over onto all fours and drove back into her from behind, gripping her hips and pounding her ass while the headboard banged against the wall. "Look at you, getting railed on your husband's bed," I taunted. "Bet he has no idea his wife is a cheating whore who spreads her legs for real cock every chance she gets."

She pushed back against me, meeting every thrust. "He is such a wimp," she moaned. "He just lies there and finishes in two minutes. You're so much better."

I pulled out and flipped her onto her back again, lifting her legs over my shoulders and folding her in half. I drove my cock back into her pussy, fucking her so deep she screamed with every thrust. "Your husband is a joke," I growled, pounding her relentlessly. "A total fucking loser who can't satisfy his own wife. No wonder she has to sneak real men into his bed."

Aisha's eyes rolled back as I fucked her through her first orgasm, her pussy clamping down around my cock and gushing around my shaft. I kept slamming into her without slowing down, determined to wreck her completely. We switched positions constantly. I fucked her in missionary with her legs wrapped tight around me, then had her ride me while I slapped her ass and called her a dirty cheating slut. She bounced on my cock, her tits jiggling, moaning about how much better I was than her useless husband. I bent her over the edge of the bed and fucked her standing from behind, one hand gripping her hair while I railed her hard. Every position left her gasping and begging for more.

At one point she grabbed the Quran from the bedside table, her husband's holy book, and placed it on the bed. "Fuck me over it," she said breathlessly. "I want you to use me on top of it." I didn't hesitate. I laid her down with the Quran under her ass and slammed back into her pussy, fucking her even harder while the book shifted beneath us. "This is what you get for being a filthy haram whore," I snarled, pounding her relentlessly. "Spreading your legs on your husband's Quran while your weak little cuck of a husband is probably at work thinking you're a good Muslim wife."

Aisha came again, her whole body shaking as I fucked her over the sacred book. "Yes, fuck me harder," she cried. "Make me your slut on top of it. My husband would die if he knew."

I unloaded the first time deep inside her, flooding her pussy with thick ropes of cum while she moaned and clenched around me. I didn't pull out. I kept fucking her through my orgasm, my cum leaking out around my cock as I continued pounding her. We switched to her riding me again, my cum dripping down her thighs while she bounced on my still-hard cock. I came a second time while she was on top, shooting another massive load straight into her womb. She kept riding me, milking every drop while I called her husband every name I could think of. "That spineless little bitch doesn't deserve this pussy," I grunted. "He's too weak to handle a woman like you."

We fucked for over an hour straight, changing positions constantly. I took her on her side, one leg lifted high while I drove into her from behind. I had her on her stomach with her ass up, pounding her deep while I slapped her cheeks red. Every thrust came with more insults about her husband. "Your wimp husband probably jerks off in the bathroom because he knows he can't satisfy you," I told her. "Meanwhile you're here getting destroyed by real cock on his own bed."

Aisha came a third time while I had her pinned in a mating press, her knees pressed to her shoulders while I fucked her so deep she could barely breathe. Her pussy squirted around my cock, soaking the Quran beneath her. I unloaded my third load inside her, pumping rope after rope of hot cum deep into her well-fucked cunt. She milked me with her walls, taking every drop while I stayed buried inside her.

We lay there panting for a few minutes, my cum leaking out of her stretched pussy and dripping onto the Quran. Eventually she glanced at the clock and sighed. "I have to go pick up the kids," she said, still catching her breath. I pulled out slowly, watching my cum pour out of her. She kissed me one last time, deep and passionate, before I got dressed and headed for the door. She stayed naked on the bed, legs spread, my seed still leaking from her as I left the house.