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the story of magham and ammar...

One day I was sitting with my husband in a restaurant eating lunch, and at the table across from us was a beautiful man sitting with a beautiful girl. I noticed more than once that this man was looking at me with long looks that carried some kind of surprise or admiration. And he began to make movements in order to attract attention. I paid attention to him, such as arranging a crochet or other piece of clothing. I even admired his personality and his ability to do these things without the girl with him noticing and without my husband noticing.

His looks at me and his movements with his hands were repeated, as if he had decided to assign me no matter what happened, and between me and myself I wished that the opportunity would come to know his phone number or who he is and what he wants??

Suddenly...I asked my husband for permission to go to the bathroom...and I went to the bathroom...

Suddenly I saw someone following me. I looked behind me inside the bathrooms and saw that he was tall, dark, smiling, and beautiful. He did not say a word to me except that he gave me a card with his name and phone number written on it.

He said to me:

"I am waiting to hear the melody of your voice ringing from inside the phone."

I came back from the bathroom, and my husband did not notice what happened in the bathroom. He was exhausted from eating food and was enjoying it.

My husband and I returned home, and my husband was full from eating lunch, so he laid his head down to get some rest and fell into a deep sleep.

But I couldn't sleep after lunch.. I kept thinking about this dark young man who I saw in the restaurant.. And I only found myself picking up the phone and dialing his number, and the following conversation took place between us:

Young man: Hello who?

Me: Nagham..

Young man: Who is Nagham??

Me: Nagham, the girl who was in the restaurant..

Young man: Oh... what a sweet coincidence, believe me, Madam. I was sitting thinking about your wonderful beauty and what he did to me, Ammar.

Nagham: Why did you like it so much??

Ammar: Oh, my lady, you are wonderful by all standards. You have a face like the moon, a body that is the legend of sculptors, and hair that is the yarn of poets in love. What woman are you? I don’t know. You are a legend in an imaginary world, and I found you..

Nagham: To this extent..

Ammar: You are not just what I described to you, but you are more and more, and if you talk until the end of the night, I will not give you your rights..

Nagham: Thank you, Mr. Ammar, for the courtesy.

Ammar: It's not a compliment, ma'am. You're just like that.

Suddenly, my husband woke up and I hung up the phone in confusion.

He asked me: Who were you talking to?

I told him: With my friend..

He replied: Why did you hang up when you saw me?

I said: No, my call is never over.

Frankly, my husband was harsh. He was very jealous of me and doubted all of my actions as a result of my beauty. He would sometimes hit me if he found me standing on the balcony, which he closed completely two months after our marriage.

My husband put on his clothes and decided to go with his friends to the coffee shop to play hard and have fun, just like every day. He left me alone, suffering the bitterness of loneliness, but this time I was happy that he left.

As soon as my husband left the house, I called Ammar and apologized for hanging up the phone suddenly. He responded, apologizing if he had caused me any inconvenience in my life.

He asked me: About my husband?

I said: He left for coffee.

He asked to see me. I hesitated at first, but I was eager to see him, so I made an appointment quickly.

I expected this young man to be afraid of my husband or anyone he saw, but I liked him more when...

He told me I was coming.

Indeed, I informed him of the location of the house and which floor I lived in. He came on time, eager to see me while I was waiting at the door of the house to hear his footsteps going up the stairs and see his striking face, and he found me waiting for him.

He said to me: What a beautiful woman you are.

He held my hand to kiss it...and suddenly he put his hand on my face and kissed me on the lips and without a word he left. I don’t know how he did this and why I allowed this?

This is the first time that a young man other than my husband has kissed me, but I felt this kiss, which did not last long. A kiss that carried all the meanings of love, tenderness, and true excitement that every woman whose husband is always far away from her should feel. I began to kiss my hand where his lips were, to feel the taste of I saw him again...and from that moment I started thinking about him...I thought about him a lot...so I felt that love had knocked on my door...especially since I was married to my husband in a traditional marriage ((family acquaintance)..

Our contacts were repeated, and one day he asked me to see him outside the house in a restaurant. I was afraid that someone would see us, so he insisted on his request, and that if I was afraid, there would be no one in his house, and that he loved me and it was not possible for him to harm me. Under his insistence, I agreed to his request, waiting for an opportunity in the absence of my husband, who He sometimes travels abroad, depending on the nature of his work.

I began to anticipate the possibility of my husband’s absence until the trip that I had been waiting for came. So I called Ammar with the news that my husband had traveled and he actually gave me his home address, so I put on my best clothes and left heading to his house. I rang the bell and he opened the door for me himself.

He said to me: My love, please let the house be your home.

So I came in a little frightened. I sat on the sofa and he started talking to me about his work and his adventures and how he had not been able to sleep since he saw me in the restaurant. Frankly, because of his frequent flirting with me, I wanted to get up and kiss him because I had not heard a nice word since my marriage.

Suddenly, a girl appeared, the same girl he was sitting with in the restaurant. She was very beautiful, wearing a transparent nightgown, with a beautiful body, red cheeks, and colored lips. I felt very jealous of her.

She asked him angrily: Who is this? She is the girl who was with you. Why are you deceiving me??

He replied, smiling: Why all this anger? She is my loyal maid, Shaima

But despite my calmness, while I was sitting, I still felt that she was not just a maid. He explained his story with Shaima, who was 18 years old. How he found her, an orphan of father and mother, and raised her and took care of her, and that he could not leave her for fear of the youth. The girl offered us drinks and food, and the three of us sat down, me, her, and Ammar, laughing and having fun.

He said to me: Why don't you get up and relieve yourself of the weight of your clothes, for my house is warm.

I actually took off my coat, under which I was wearing a beautiful blouse and tight jeans. He asked Shaima to turn on the TV for us, and she did that. There was a beautiful Arabic movie by Faten Hamama with Mahmoud Yassin. He was kissing her a lot in the movie, and whenever he kissed her, I felt aroused, remembering his first kiss. On my lips..

Suddenly... I felt like I needed to go to the bathroom... so I excused myself and went to the bathroom to come back and see Shaima, the beautiful girl, in the arms of my lover kissing her, so I went back and hid to see and watch... I saw Ammar eagerly kissing her lips and she was kissing him passionately, with any secret on his lips, until the women’s lips stuck to it, and moments later. Ammar stood up to stretch out Shaima, as if he had noticed my presence behind the door, and he began kissing her swollen chest while she moaned from his lips on her chest. She grabbed his head and pulled it to the bottom of the chest, and here I knew that she was extremely aroused and how much I wanted to be in her place. Indeed, he is very romantic, not like my husband who wants to fuck me. It just ends.. and has nothing to do with my rug..

Ammar started kissing all over her body and started putting his lips on Shaima’s pussy blades and licking..

She was shouting: Ammar, please, I can’t take it anymore. Have mercy on me and let your cock enter my pussy.

Frankly, I felt that I could no longer bear it, so I slowly approached them and took off my blouse. When Shaima saw me, she pulled me by the red satin to tear it off, making my chest appear naked, and she began sucking my breast, and I did not mind.

The important thing is that I want to reach Ammar, and she started biting my breasts a lot and pulling them while Ammar was licking her pussy from underneath. She asked me to take off my pants, and Ammar still completely ignored me. I refused in principle, so I found Ammar standing completely opposite me, very close.

He unbuttoned my pants and started taking off my clothes. I was amazed at what was happening to me. He started kissing my chest and I felt like I was kissing his neck and chest as well. I looked at Shaima and saw her taking off his pants and started sucking his cock.

After that, the three of us entered his bedroom and he lay on the bed and I stood amazed at what I saw. I saw his entire penis standing, about 22 cm long, thick, clean, and beautiful. So Shaimaa went ahead to his penis to hold it for the first time, as my husband was reluctant for me to hold his penis. I started putting it in my mouth back and forth. ..and I felt an indescribable excitement..and I wanted Ammar to fuck me..

And I actually got up and sat on top of him until his cock entered my pussy, which longed for his long, thick cock.. and he started kissing me and inserting his cock in and out of it, and every time his cock came out, Shaima would suck it and I would suck her lips to feel the taste of Ammar’s cock in my pussy, and Shaima would suckle my tits..

Believe me, I have never felt sex or sexual intercourse as I feel it now. I want more..

And I say: Fuck me more, Ammar, fuck me...and make the walls of your house tremble with my voice.

Indeed, Ammar's cock lasted in my pussy for a while.. and I was not asshole-free.. and I was hearing from my friends about anal sex and that it is painful unless the young man treats it with tenderness.. so I asked Ammar to fuck my ass.. Ammar actually got up and Shaima got up and brought some special oil. I anointed Ammar’s cock with oil, and Ammar stood up and put his cock on my ass, and I felt the heat of this cock.

He started rubbing it little by little, inserting it a little, then taking it out, and every time he rubbed it again and inserted more, and Shaima sucked my pussy..

Ammar asked: I feel you, my love.

He said to me: My whole cock is in your ass, my love.

I did not feel any pain...what tenderness he felt in his cock...and he started to thrust it back and forth and I wanted more and more...and Shaima licked my pussy and sucked it...

Aaaaaa aaaaaaaa aaaaaaaaaaa aaaaaaaaaaaaaaa aaaaaaaaaaaaa aaaaaaaaaaaaa aaaaaaaaaaa aaaaaaaaaaaa aaaaaaaaa aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa aaaaaaaaaaa aaaaaaaaaaa aaaaaaaaaaaaa aaaaaaaa aaaaaaa aaaaaaaa a aaaaaaaaa aaaaaaaa aaaaaaaaaaa aaaaaaaa aaaaaa

my desire will come, my lover’s cock in my ass and Shaima’s tongue on my pussy..

I screamed: My lust will come..

So Ammar increased his speed in my ass and my desire came... and I felt Ammar increasing and increasing... and suddenly Ammar took his cock out to sleep on my chest and Shaima put her mouth near my chest and Shaima put his cock in her mouth for a moment... and in my mouth for a moment... and Ammar took his cock out of my mouth to put it in Shaima’s mouth Then honey comes out of Shaima’s mouth, and I take Shaima’s mouth to share with her the honey of my beloved.

I returned home and was surprised that my traveling husband was at home!!!

How did he not arrive in the other governorate yet?

How did he go and come back so quickly??

He asked me: Where were you??

I didn't know the answer to his question.

I told him: At my friend's.

He replied: Don't lie. You were not with any of your friends or your family. I know where you were. You were with Ammar.

I said: Ammar! How did you know? Did you know?

He said: Yes, I am the one who arranged the meeting for you in the restaurant from the beginning of the matter in the restaurant... and I facilitated the task of meeting you both..

I said: Why?

He said: Because you are beautiful.. and he saw you with me once in the park.. and he got to know me, and the meetings between us increased.. and he and I slept with Shaima together.. and then I learned that Shaima was his wife.. so he asked me to have sex with Shaima, and I agreed.. following my plan. And without your knowledge...

But frankly, I liked my husband’s plan, and since then the four of us have been meeting, me, my husband, Ammar, and his wife, Shaima. Ammar fucks me, and my husband fucks Ammar’s wife, Shaima..all of us in one room.

I could feel how my husband was getting more excited when he saw me in Ammar’s arms, suckling his cock..

How did he fuck Shaima harder!