Want To Fuck My Husband

Title: The Temptress’s Proposal

Asmaa leaned back in her armchair, sipping her sweet Arabic coffee as she watched her husband Khaled navigate through the maze of traffic outside their high-rise apartment. She smiled coyly, knowing that he would have to deal with the congestion for at least another half hour before he returned home. Plenty of time for her to put her plans into action.

The curvaceous Saudi beauty had been growing increasingly aroused lately, and not just from Khaled’s gentle lovemaking. No, something else had begun stirring within her, an insatiable hunger that could only be quenched by one thing: fulfilling her darkest, most taboo fantasies. And she knew exactly where to start.

Asmaa slowly uncrossed her long, shapely legs and sauntered over to the guest bedroom, where her best friend and confidante, Laila, was waiting. The two women had been inseparable since childhood, and shared a deep, unspoken bond. Asmaa had already laid the groundwork with a series of suggestive texts and dirty talk, so she knew Laila was ready and willing to explore the boundaries of their friendship… and perhaps even push past them.

“Assalamu alaykum, habibti,” Asmaa purred in her sexy Arabic accent as she entered the room, closing the door behind her. She was dressed in a sinfully low-cut dress that hugged her voluptuous curves in all the right places. Her silky black hair cascaded down her back, and her full, kissable lips were painted a deep, enticing red.

“Wa alayk alasalam, ya habibti,” Laila replied breathlessly, taking in the sight of her gorgeous friend. The two women embraced, their bodies pressing together until Laila could feel Asmaa’s ample bosom heaving against her own. They lingered for a moment, savoring the forbidden pleasure, before Laila pulled back and gazed into Asmaa’s lust-filled eyes.

“I’ve been thinking about today all week,” she confessed, her voice trembling with excitement. “Is Khaled really going to…?”

Asmaa nodded slowly, a wicked grin spreading across her face. “Inshallah, it will be the experience of a lifetime for both of you. I promise.”

Laila’s heart raced at the thought of being with Khaled. She had always found him incredibly attractive, with his chiseled physique, sharp features, and piercing brown eyes. But she never imagined that Asmaa would be willing to share him, let alone come up with such a devious plan.

“Tell me more,” Laila pleaded, her body already aching with desire.

Asmaa took her hand and led her over to the bed, slipping her dress off along the way to reveal her bare, caramel skin. She climbed onto the mattress and beckoned for Laila to join her.

“First, I want you to undress for me,” Asmaa commanded, her eyes roaming over her friend’s tempting figure. “And don’t be shy, habibti. We’ve known each other for too long for that.”

Laila felt a thrill run through her as she slowly removed her clothes, piece by piece, until she was standing naked before Asmaa. The Saudi woman licked her lips hungrily, taking in every inch of Laila’s flawless body.

“Mashallah, you are beautiful,” Asmaa breathed, reaching out to trail a finger along Laila’s quivering stomach. “Khaled is a lucky man, insha’Allah.”

Laila gasped as Asmaa’s touch sent sparks of pleasure coursing through her. She knew she should stop now, before things went too far, but she couldn’t bring herself to pull away. She had wanted this for so long… and now, thanks to Asmaa, it was going to become a reality.

“Khaled thinks he’s going to fuck me,” Asmaa continued, a devious glint in her eye. “But really, habibti, it’s going to be you.”

Laila’s eyes widened in shock and arousal. “What if he finds out?”

Asmaa shrugged carelessly. “Who’s to say he will? Besides, I know my husband. He will be too focused on satisfying his fantasies to question the woman riding his cock.” She scooted closer to Laila until their faces were inches apart. “I’ve seen the way he looks at you, ya habibti. I know he wants you just as much as you want him.”

Laila blushed at the admission but couldn’t deny it. And now, with Asmaa’s blessing and approval, her dreams were finally within reach.

Their lips met in a searing kiss, their tongues entwining as they fell back onto the bed. Asmaa rolled on top of Laila, grinding her hips against her friend’s as she explored every curve and valley of her body with eager hands.

“Mmm, you taste so good,” Asmaa purred, trailing kisses down Laila’s neck until she reached her breasts. She took one of Laila’s nipples into her mouth, swirling her tongue around the hardened bud until Laila was writhing with pleasure.

“Oh God, Asmaa!” Laila cried out, her fingers threading through the Saudi woman’s silky hair. “Don’t stop!”

But Asmaa did more than that – she continued to tease and pleasure Laila until the poor woman was a quivering, begging mess beneath her. Just when Laila thought she couldn’t take anymore, Asmaa slipped a finger inside her, stroking and curling until Laila saw stars.

“Ya Allah!” Laila screamed, her orgasm crashing over her in waves of ecstasy. Asmaa continued to work her until she collapsed back onto the bed, spent and satisfied.

“That was incredible,” Asmaa purred, lying down beside her friend and cuddling close. “But you better get some rest, habibti. Your real workout is still to come.”

Laila blushed at the thought, already growing excited for Khaled’s arrival. But first, she needed to get her head in the game. Thanks to Asmaa’s help, she was more than ready to rock Khaled’s world and give him the ride of his life.