Adultery Lina - Young Massage Therapist Surrender to Desire

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Chapter 18: Ravi & Kumar (Act 16)


Lina didn’t know how long she had been asleep when her phone rang, shattering the quiet. It was Rahim, his voice slurred and confused. “Where are you?” he asked, clearly drunk. Her heart sank with guilt as she woke Ravi, who stirred beside her.

They dressed hastily, the van still heavy with the lingering scent of their indiscretion.

Before they left, Lina made Kumar promise to never reveal what had happened especially not to Rahim, not to Kumar. “It’s part of the deal,” she whispered urgently, her voice trembling. She also reminded him to take care of the tab at the bar, to which he nodded in agreement. When Kumar leaned in for a kiss, Lina pushed him away firmly. “Focus,” she said sharply. “We need to get home.”

As they hurried to the bar, Lina instructed Kumar to clean the backseat and roll down the windows to dissipate the smell of weed. He complied without protest, though his movements were rushed and clumsy.

Once inside the bar, Kumar rejoined Rahim and Ravi at the table while Lina slipped into the restroom to freshen up and reapply her makeup, hoping to avoid suspicion.

When she finally joined them, Rahim was deep in his cups, mumbling incoherently. Ravi’s eyes narrowed as he studied her, his gaze sharp and probing. He’d always been perceptive, and Lina could tell he sensed something was off. “Where were you two?” he asked, his tone casual but laced with curiosity.

Kumar cleared his throat and explained he’d taken a work call, while Lina quickly chimed in about running into an old friend. She avoided Ravi’s gaze, hoping her story would hold. Kumar, desperate to preserve his chances with Lina later, stuck to the narrative she’d crafted.

Ravi said nothing, but his suspicion lingered. Deep down, he was certain they’d been together, though he lacked proof. Why else would they have disappeared for so long? He couldn’t shake the jealousy gnawing at him, especially after the fleeting encounter he’d shared with Lina in the bar’s bathroom earlier. But he kept these thoughts to himself as Kumar settled the tab, his mind stewing in envy and frustration.

The van’s engine hummed softly as Kumar navigated the quiet streets, the dim streetlights casting long shadows across the interior. Lina sat rigidly in the passenger seat, her hands clasped tightly in her lap, her knuckles white. She could feel Ravi’s eyes on her from his spot next to the slumbering Rahim in the backseat. The remnants of the weed smell lingered in the air, a subtle but unmistakable reminder of what had transpired earlier.

Ravi leaned forward slightly, his voice low and probing. “So, Lina, you said you ran into a friend? Who was it?”

Lina’s throat tightened, her mind racing for a plausible answer. “Oh, just an old college friend,” she replied, her voice wavering ever so slightly. “She was passing through and we caught up for a bit.”

Ravi hummed in response, his gaze flickering to Kumar for a moment before settling back on Lina. “Must’ve been quite a catch-up. You were gone for a while.”

Kumar's grip on the steering wheel tightened, but he kept his eyes fixed on the road. “It’s not every day you run into an old friend,” he chimed in smoothly, his tone casual. “Plus, I had that work call. Took longer than I expected.”

Lina nodded quickly, her heart pounding. “Right, exactly. Just one of those things.”

Ravi didn’t press further, though his expression was far from convinced. He leaned back in his seat, his fingers drumming lightly against the armrest. The tension in the van was palpable, the silence heavy with unspoken words.

A few minutes later, they pulled into the quiet parking lot of their apartment complex. Kumar cut the engine and turned to Lina, his voice soft. “I’ll help you get Rahim inside.”

Lina nodded, her stomach churning with guilt and anxiety. She slid out of the passenger seat, her legs feeling unsteady beneath her. Ravi followed, his eyes tracking her every move as he helped Kumar hoist a groggy Rahim out of the van.

“C’mon, buddy,” Ravi muttered, supporting Rahim as they shuffled toward the building. “Let’s get you to bed.”

They made their way to Lina and Rahim’s apartment, the hallway eerily quiet at this hour. Lina fumbled with the keys, her hands trembling as she unlocked the door. She stepped inside, holding it open for Ravi and Kumar to guide Rahim to the bed.

“Thanks,” Lina said quietly, avoiding eye contact with both men. “I’ll take it from here.”

Ravi gave her a lingering look before nodding curtly. “Sure. You need anything else?”

“No, no, we’re fine,” Lina replied quickly, her voice tight. She couldn’t shake the feeling that Ravi knew more than he let on.

Ravi hesitated for a moment, his eyes meeting Lina’s briefly before he turned to leave. “Alright. Get some rest.”

As the door clicked shut behind them, Lina let out a shaky breath, her shoulders slumping with regret.

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I wonder if Lina if be double penetrated or gangbanged in the same way...

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Chapter 18: Ravi & Kumar (Act 17)


As Rahim snored softly, sprawled across the bed in a drunken stupor, Lina slipped into the bathroom, her thoughts consumed by the deal she’d made with Kumar earlier. The hot water cascaded over her skin, but it did little to soothe the turmoil inside her. The memory of Kumar’s voice, low and insistent, echoed in her mind: “Tonight. Don’t make me wait.”

She stepped out of the shower, wrapping a towel around herself, and noticed her phone buzzing repeatedly on the counter. Multiple texts from Kumar. Her stomach clenched as she read them, he was impatient, demanding. “Are you coming or not?” he’d written. The last text included a location: an empty parking lot near the edge of flats.

Her hands shook as she dressed quickly in a sweater and jeans, glancing at the clock. 3 a.m. The building was silent, but the risk of being seen leaving gnawed at her. She thought of Rahim, oblivious, and Ravi, who’d been too distracted to notice earlier when Kumar had dropped her off. This is crazy, she told herself, but the pull of Kumar’s promise, his silence in exchange for one more night was too strong to ignore.

She slipped out of the flat, her heart pounding with each step. The cool night air wrapped around her as she hurried down the street, her mind racing. What am I doing? Guilt clawed at her, but beneath it was something else...a dark, undeniable craving that refused to be silenced. She kept to the shadows, avoiding the streetlights, until she saw the outline of Kumar’s van in the distance.

Lina stood in the dimly lit parking lot, the cool night air brushing against her ankles as she approached Kumar’s van. Her heart pounded in her chest, a mix of guilt and anticipation swirling inside her. She glanced around, ensuring no one was watching, before slipping into the passenger seat. The scent of Kumar’s cologne filled the confined space, a familiar yet unnerving reminder of their earlier encounter.

“You came,” Kumar said softly, his eyes locked on hers. His voice carried a hint of relief, but also something darker, more insistent.

“I shouldn’t have,” Lina replied, her tone clipped. She crossed her arms over her chest, trying to shield herself from whatever was about to happen. “This is a mistake, Kumar. It can’t happen again.”

Kumar leaned back in his seat, his gaze never leaving hers. “We both know that’s not true, Lina. You wouldn’t be here if you didn’t feel it too.” He reached out, his fingers grazing her knee gently. “You were amazing earlier. I can’t stop thinking about it.”

Lina flinched at his touch, her body betraying her even as her mind screamed no. “That was different,” she said, her voice wavering. “I wasn’t thinking clearly. The weed, the adrenaline… it messed with my head.”

Kumar’s hand moved higher, sliding up her thigh with deliberate slowness. “And now? Are you thinking clearly now?” He leaned closer, his breath warm against her ear. “Because I don’t think you’d be here if you really wanted to stop.”

“Kumar… stop this at once,” Lina commanded, her voice firm despite the tremble in her hands.

Kumar froze, his fingers retreating from her thigh as if he’d been burned. He leaned back against his seat, running a hand through his hair with a sigh. “You know, Lina, it’s not easy for me either,” he began, his tone laced with frustration and something deeper...sadness. “My wife… she doesn’t even look at me the same way since I lost my job. I haven’t had sex in over six months, not until today with you. I spend every night alone, watching porn, thinking about that camping trip… about how good it felt when you sucked my cock.”

He reached into his pocket and pulled out a condom, holding it up like it was some kind of peace offering. “I’ll use protection this time. It’ll be quick, I promise.”

Lina’s chest tightened as she listened, torn between pity and revulsion. “Kumar, I… I can’t do this again,” she said softly but firmly. “What happened earlier was a mistake. I can’t forgive myself for it, and I don’t want to keep living like this. I just want to move forward with Rahim, to help him with the shop, to be a better wife.”

Kumar’’s expression darkened for a moment before he sighed again, slumping further into his seat. “You should know something,” he admitted, his voice low. “Before we met at the bar tonight, Ravi and I… we planned to find a way to seduce you. I didn’t expect the weed would lead to… well, what happened earlier. I’m not going to lie, Lina, I’m grateful for that moment. But I haven’t told Kumar anything about it, if that’s what you’re worried about.”

Lina let out a shaky breath, relief mingling with the weight of his confession. “I’m tired of being treated like some kind of object, Kumar. I’m not a whore who jumps into vans for quickies. I have a life, a husband, and I want to respect that.”

Kumar studied her for a long moment before nodding slowly. “I can see that now,” he said quietly. “I won’t push you anymore. But… could we at least share one more kiss? Just a kiss, nothing more. I promise I’ll be respectful.”

Lina hesitated, her heart racing. She knew she should say no, knew she should walk away and never look back. But there was something in Kumar's ’s voice...a vulnerability that tugged at her. “No touching,” she said finally, her voice barely above a whisper. “Just a kiss.”

Kumar nodded, his face softening. “Just a kiss,” he agreed.

Lina closed her eyes as he leaned in, his breath warm against her lips. Her heart pounded as their mouths met, his lips moving gently against hers. It was soft, almost tender, and for a fleeting moment, she allowed herself to get lost in it. But even as her body responded, her mind stayed firm. This was where it ended...where she drew the line.

When they finally pulled apart, Lina opened her eyes, her resolve stronger than ever. “Goodbye, Kumar,” she said quietly before stepping out of the van and into the cool night air, leaving the past behind her.

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Chapter 18: Ravi & Kumar (Act 18)


Lina’s footsteps echoed softly in the dimly lit staircase, her heart pounding in her chest. She clutched her purse tightly, her eyes darting around the shadowy corners of the stairwell. The sound of her heels clicking against the concrete steps seemed unnaturally loud in the stillness of the night. She cursed under her breath, annoyed that the elevator was out of service. Of all the nights, she thought, her nerves frayed from the chaos of the evening.

As she reached the second floor, a sudden presence materialized in front of her, blocking her path. She froze, her breath catching in her throat. Before she could scream, a hand clamped over her mouth, stifling the sound. Her eyes widened in panic as she struggled against the grip, but the man’s voice cut through the darkness, low and calm.

“Shh, Lina, it’s me. Ravi. Don’t scream.”
Her body stiffened as he slowly removed his hand, his face coming into view under the faint glow of the corridor light. She stepped back, her chest heaving. “Ravi? What the hell are you doing here? You scared me half to death!”

Ravi leaned casually against the wall, a sly grin spreading across his face. “I could ask you the same thing. Where have you been all this time? I saw you sneaking out earlier, and then you were gone for hours. Care to explain?”

Lina’s mind raced as she tried to come up with an excuse. “I...I just went for a walk. Needed some fresh air.”
His grin widened, and he took a step closer, his eyes narrowing. “A walk? At this hour? And why do I feel like you’re not telling me everything? Like how you and Kumar disappeared from the bar earlier? Don’t think I didn’t notice.”

She swallowed hard, feeling a cold sweat break out on her skin. “It’s not what you think. We just… needed to talk.”

Ravi let out a low chuckle, his eyes roaming over her body in a way that made her skin crawl. “Talk, huh? That’s not what it looked like to me. And now here you are, sneaking back home in the middle of the night.” He took another step closer, his voice dropping to a whisper. “You think I don’t know what’s going on between you two?”

Lina’s back pressed against the wall as he closed the distance between them. “Ravi, please. Just let me go. I don’t want any trouble.”

He leaned in, his breath hot against her ear. “Oh, but I think you do want trouble, Lina. Otherwise, you wouldn’t be sneaking around with Kumar behind your husband’s back.” His hand brushed against her arm, sending a shiver down her spine. “You owe me more than just a handjob in a dirty bar toilet. Don’t you think it’s time you paid up?”

She shook her head frantically, her voice trembling. “No, Ravi, please. I can’t...”
But he cut her off, his lips brushing against her neck as he whispered, “Yes, you can. And you will.”

Lina tried to push him away, but his grip tightened around her waist. “Don’t fight it, Lina. You know you want this just as much as I do.”

Ravi’s grip on Lina loosened, but instead of letting her go, he guided her quickly down the hallway toward his flat. The silence between them was heavy, broken only by the soft click of the door as they stepped inside. The apartment was dimly lit, the air stale with the lingering scent of takeout and unwashed laundry. Ravi gestured toward the worn leather couch in the living room, and Lina hesitated for a moment before sitting down, her hands gripping the edge of the seat tightly.

“Where’s your family?” Lina asked nervously, her eyes scanning the messy room. Toys were scattered across the floor, and a single sippy cup sat abandoned on the coffee table.

Ravi sighed deeply, sinking into the couch beside her. “We had a fight. My wife took the kids to her parents’ place. Said she couldn’t handle me anymore.” He ran a hand through his disheveled hair, his voice tinged with exhaustion. “I don’t blame her. I’ve been... difficult lately.”

Lina felt a pang of sympathy despite her unease. “I’m sorry, Ravi. That must be hard for you.”

He shrugged, his gaze dropping to the floor. “It is what it is. But that’s not what I want to talk about.” His eyes snapped back to hers, sharp and probing. “Why did you meet Kumar tonight? What’s really going on between you two?”

Lina’s stomach churned as she searched for the right words. Keep it simple, she told herself. Don’t give him too much. “We just talked, Ravi. I… I wanted to end things with him. I don’t want to betray Rahim. That’s all.”

Ravi leaned forward, his elbows resting on his knees. “And what happened at the bar earlier? I saw you making out with him. Don’t lie to me.”

Lina swallowed hard, her cheeks flushing with guilt. “Okay, yes, we kissed. But that’s it. I swear. We didn’t do anything more.” She hesitated, then added, “Honestly, I regret it. I even regretted… what happened with you in the bar toilet. You were so aggressive, and I just felt… repulsed.”

Ravi flinched as if her words had physically struck him. His expression softened, and he let out a long exhale. “Lina, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to scare you or force you into anything. I’ve just been so frustrated with my job, my marriage, everything.” He paused, his voice growing quieter. “The last time I had any kind of intimacy was when you… when you sucked my cock during that camping trip. I’ve been craving something like that ever since.”

Lina bit her lip, her heart aching for him even as she tried to maintain her boundaries. “Ravi, I understand you’re struggling, but this isn’t the way. You need to focus on fixing things with your wife. Maybe start looking for part-time work. Show her you’re willing to change. That’s how you’ll win her trust back.”

She looked him directly in the eyes, her voice firm yet gentle. “And as for me… I love Rahim. I could never do anything to hurt him. Please understand that.”

Ravi nodded slowly, his shoulders sagging under the weight of his guilt. “I know, Lina. And I’m sorry for dragging you into this mess. Kumar and I… we planned to seduce you tonight. It was stupid and selfish, and I hate myself for it.”

Lina sighed, her expression softening. “I already knew. Kumar told me earlier. But I kept quiet because… well, I didn’t want to make things worse.”

Ravi’s eyes welled up with tears as he scooted closer to her on the couch. Without a word, he leaned his head against her chest, seeking comfort in the warmth of her body. Lina hesitated for a moment before gently placing a hand on his shoulder, offering him the kindness he so desperately needed.

For a while, they sat there in silence, the weight of their choices and regrets hanging heavy in the air.

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Chapter 19: Ravi & Kumar (Act 19)


Ravi's head remained resting against Lina’s chest, his breath warm and steady as he clung to her like a child seeking solace. Lina’s fingers absently stroked his hair, her mind racing with conflicting emotions. Her gaze drifted to the coffee table, where a tissue box, a jar of Vaseline, and a stack of scantily clad covered magazines lay scattered.

The sight made her heart ache for him. He was so clearly lonely, so starved for intimacy. She bit her lip, the weight of her next words pressing heavily on her conscience.

“Ravi,” she whispered, her voice barely audible. He didn’t move at first, but she felt him tense slightly. “Listen… only for tonight. You can be with me. But there are conditions.”

Ravi’s head shot up, his eyes wide with disbelief. “What? Lina… are you serious?”

His voice trembled, a mix of hope and confusion washing over his features.
She nodded, though her stomach churned with guilt. “Yes. But you have to wear a condom. And you can’t touch me anywhere else. You can only hold my hips.

That’s it.” Her voice was firm, almost stern, but Ravi didn’t seem to care. His face lit up like he’d just won the lottery.

“Lina, I… I don’t even know what to say. Thank you. Thank you so much.” He scrambled to his feet, his hands shaking as he reached out to her. Lina stood slowly, avoiding his gaze. She couldn’t bring herself to look him in the eye, not when she felt so conflicted about what she was about to do.

He led her to his bedroom, the dim light from the hallway casting long shadows across the room. Lina hesitated at the doorway, her heart pounding in her chest. What am I doing? she thought, but before she could second-guess herself, Ravi was already rummaging through his bedside drawer, fumbling with what sounded like a jumble of items.

“Got it!” he exclaimed triumphantly, holding up a condom wrapper. Lina exhaled a shaky breath, her fingers trembling as she reached for the hem of her sweater. She kept it on, deciding that leaving something to the imagination might make this feel less real. Slowly, she slid her jeans and panties down her legs, letting them pool at her ankles. The cool air against her bare skin sent a shiver down her spine.

Ravi stood frozen, his eyes fixed on her as she moved toward the bed. She climbed onto it, positioning herself on all fours. Her heart raced, and she could feel the heat of shame creeping up her neck. This is temporary, she told herself. Just for tonight. He needs this.

“Ravi” she said softly, her voice barely above a whisper. “You can… you can enter me now. But be gentle, okay?”

Behind her, she heard the sound of his belt buckle clinking as he hurriedly undid it. The rustle of fabric followed as he pulled off his pants and briefs. She closed her eyes, trying to block out the reality of what was happening. The tear of the condom wrapper pierced the silence, and then the soft snap of latex being rolled into place.

“Lina…” Ravi’s voice was thick with emotion, and she could hear the awe in his tone. “Your ass… it’s so beautiful.”

Her cheeks burned, but she didn’t respond. Instead, she focused on the sound of his footsteps as he approached the bed. The mattress dipped under his weight, and she felt his hands hover near her hips, hesitant yet eager.

“Are you sure about this?” he asked, his voice wavering slightly.

Lina nodded, biting her lip to keep from crying. “Just… just do it.”
Ravi took a deep breath, his hands finally settling on her hips. She could feel the warmth of his palms through the fabric of her sweater. He positioned himself behind her, and she braced herself, her fists clenching the sheets.

“I’ll be gentle,” he promised, his voice trembling. “I promise.”

Lina closed her eyes tighter, her entire body tensing as she felt the tip of him press against her entrance. Her breath caught in her throat, and she fought the urge to pull away. This is for him, she reminded herself. Just for tonight.

Ravi hesitated for a moment, his grip on her hips tightening slightly. Then, with a slow, tentative push, he began to enter her. Lina gasped softly, her nails digging into the sheets as she felt him slide deeper. Her body responded instinctively, adjusting to accommodate him, even as her mind screamed at her to stop.

But she didn’t stop. She stayed still, letting him take what he needed, even as guilt clawed at her chest. Ravi’s breathing grew heavier, his movements becoming more confident as he found his rhythm. Lina focused on the sensation, trying to ignore the fact that this was wrong...so very wrong.

“Lina…” Ravi moaned softly, his hands gripping her hips tighter. “You feel… incredible.”

She didn’t reply, her face buried in the pillows as she fought back tears. The room felt suffocating, the weight of her choices pressing down on her like a leaden blanket. But she didn’t pull away. She couldn’t.

Ravi continued to move behind her, his breaths coming in short, ragged gasps. Lina’s mind was a whirlwind of emotions of guilt, shame, and an undeniable flicker of arousal that she couldn’t suppress. She hated herself for it, but she couldn’t deny the way her body responded to him.

The sound of their breathing filled the room, mingling with the creak of the bed and the soft rustle of sheets.

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Chapter 19: Ravi & Kumar (Act 20)


Ravi’s thrusts slowed, each deliberate movement drawing out the sensation as he buried himself deep inside her. His hands gripped her hips firmly, holding her in place as he savored every inch of her warmth. “You’re so tight,” he murmured, his voice husky with desire. “Rahim’s a lucky man. If you were mine, I’d keep you like this every night. I don’t think I’d ever let you out of bed.”

Lina’s face pressed harder into the pillow, muffling a strangled moan that escaped despite her efforts. Her body betrayed her, a traitor to the guilt that gnawed at her heart. She wanted to hate this..hate him but the heat pooling low in her belly was undeniable. “Please,” she whispered, her voice trembling. “Don’t… don’t talk about him.”

Ravi paused, his cock still buried deep within her. He leaned forward, his breath hot against her ear. “Why? What’s wrong? You can tell me.” His tone softened, laced with curiosity and something else...compassion, maybe.

Lina hesitated, her chest tightening. For a moment, the room felt too small, the air too thick. “Not everything is perfect,” she blurted out before she could stop herself. The words hung in the air, heavy and vulnerable.

Ravi pulled out of her slowly, leaving her feeling strangely empty. He turned her gently onto her back, his hard cock resting against her thigh as he looked down at her. “Talk to me,” he urged, brushing a strand of hair from her face. “What’s bothering you?”

Lina’s eyes widened, surprised by his sudden concern. She hadn’t expected this tenderness in the middle of their sin. She swallowed hard, her voice barely above a whisper. “I… I want a child. It’s been five years, and nothing’s happened. Rahim and I… we’ve tried, but…” Her voice broke, and she looked away, ashamed.

Ravi’s gaze softened, and he nodded slowly. “Ah,” he said, his thumb brushing her cheek. “That’s heavy. Every woman deserves to feel that joy...to hold a baby in her arms.” He paused, his eyes searching hers. “Are you… ovulating right now?”

She hesitated, then nodded weakly. “Yes.”
A flicker of nervous energy crossed Ravi’s face, though his cock remained firm against her leg. He took a deep breath, his voice steady but cautious. “Lina… if you want… I could… I could spill my seed inside you. My wife, she got pregnant quickly every time we tried. If you’re ovulating…” He trailed off, his words hanging in the air like a forbidden promise.

Lina’s heart raced, her mind spinning with conflicting emotions. “I… I can’t,” she stammered. “It would be… a betrayal.” Ravi shook his head gently. “He doesn’t have to know,” he murmured, his hand moving to cup her cheek. “This could be your chance for a gift from fate. All you have to do is ask.” His voice was soft but firm, leaving no room for misunderstanding.

The room fell silent except for the sound of their breathing. Lina’s thoughts churned wildly with shame, desire, hope, and guilt tangled together in a storm she couldn’t control. Her body trembled beneath him, her skin tingling where his fingers brushed against her. She closed her eyes, unable to meet his gaze.

“Tell me what you want,” Ravi coaxed, his voice a low murmur that sent a shiver down her spine. He shifted slightly, the tip of his cock pressing against her entrance again, teasing but not entering. “Say it, Lina.”

Lina’s lips parted, but no words came out. She wanted to stop this...to pull away, to end it all but her body betrayed her, frozen in place. She opened her mouth again, but only a muffled noise escaped, a mix of protest and longing that she couldn’t fully articulate.

Ravi didn’t need words. He understood the unspoken plea. Lina, still on all fours, could hear the faint rustle as he removed the condom. Her heart pounded in her chest, her breath quickening as she realized what was about to happen.

He leaned forward, his hands moving to her ankles. Slowly, he peeled her jeans and panties away, leaving her exposed from the waist down. The cool air brushed against her skin, making her shiver. With one smooth motion, he slid her sweater off, and before she could think to resist, he unhooked her bra, letting it fall away. Now completely nude on all fours, Lina felt a wave of vulnerability wash over her. She thought of pushing him away of stopping this madness but something inside her kept her still.

Ravi’s hands roamed her body, his fingers tracing the curve of her back before cupping her hips. He positioned himself behind her, his cock nudging against her entrance once more. This time, there was no barrier between them. “You’re so perfect,” he whispered, his voice thick with desire.

Slowly, reverently, he pushed inside her again, filling her completely. This time, his movements were achingly slow, each thrust drawing out the sensation until Lina thought she might go mad.

“That’s it,” he whispered, his voice thick with desire. “Let yourself feel it. No guilt, no shame. Just… this.” His hands moved to her hips again, guiding her gently as he rocked into her with a rhythm that made her toes curl.

Lina’s breath hitched as pleasure washed over her in waves, drowning out the voice in her head that screamed this was wrong. Her fingers clawed at the sheets as she surrendered to the sensations, her body moving of its own accord to meet his thrusts.

Ravi groaned low in his throat, his pace quickening slightly. “Your body is incredible,” he murmured, his eyes locked on hers. “So damn perfect.” His hands slid up her sides, tracing the curves of her body before coming to rest on her huge breasts. He cupped them gently, thumbs brushing over her nipples in a way that made her gasp.

Lina’s moans grew louder despite herself, each sound escaping her lips as Ravi continued to worship her body with his own. “Ravi…” she breathed, her voice trembling with need.

“Tell me what you want,” he urged again, his voice rough with desire. “Do you want me to fill you? To give you what you’ve been craving?” His thrusts became deeper, more purposeful, as if he was trying to drive the truth out of her.

Lina bit her lip, tears welling in her eyes as she nodded weakly. “Yes,” she whispered, her voice barely audible. “Please…”

Ravi didn’t need to be told twice. He groaned, slamming into her harder now, his hips meeting her ass with a rhythmic force that made her entire body jolt. He pressed his chest against her back, his hands still gripping her breasts tightly as he kissed her neck, his lips leaving a trail of fire across her skin. “I’m going to make sure you feel every drop,” he promised, his voice rough with determination.

Their moans filled the room, loud and unrestrained. Ravi’s thrusts grew more urgent, his breathing ragged as he neared his climax. “I’m going to give you a baby,” he growled, his voice filled with a mix of disbelief and triumph. “I can’t believe I’m here, breeding you.”

Lina could feel his weight pressing down on her, the heat of his sweat on her skin as he pounded into her relentlessly. His hands never left her breasts, squeezing and kneading them as if he couldn’t get enough. She arched her back, her voice trembling as she finally found words.

“Don’t stop,” she whispered, her voice barely audible over their heavy breathing.
By now, Lina had climaxed twice, her body shuddering with pleasure each time. Ravi was close too, his movements becoming erratic as he neared the edge. “I’m going to cum,” he groaned, his voice breaking as he thrust into her one final time. He let out a guttural cry as he released himself deep inside her, his body trembling with the force of his orgasm.

He stayed buried within her for a long moment, his cock pulsing as he emptied every last drop. Finally, he shifted to her side, collapsing onto the bed beside her. “That was… incredible,” he said breathlessly, a satisfied smile spreading across his face. “I hope it takes. I hope my seed gives you what you’ve been waiting for.”

Lina lay there in silence, tears silently streaming down her cheeks. Her body was spent, her mind a whirlwind of emotions. She didn’t speak, but deep down, she held onto a fragile hope.

They both remained there for a moment, panting heavily, before  stepped back and began to dress himself. Lina quickly adjusted her clothes, her hands trembling as she wore her clothes and fastened her bra.

As Lina prepared to leave Ravi's flat, Lina turned to him, her voice low and serious. “Remember your promise, Ravi. This never happened. Don’t tell anyone.”
He nodded, his expression unreadable. “I won’t say a word.”

With that, they parted ways, with Lina slipping quietly back to her flat, with hope that this sin might bring her the joy she’d been longing for.

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New arc coming up with Lina finally getting pregnant. Hope you all like it.

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Chapter 19: Wasim & Jamal (Act 1)


A few weeks later, Lina woke up to a wave of nausea that left her clutching the edge of the sink. She’d been feeling off for days tired, queasy, her body seemingly out of sync. She fumbled through her drawer for the pregnancy test she’d bought on a whim, her hands shaking as she unwrapped it. When the two pink lines appeared, she felt a flood of emotions of relief, joy, and a tinge of guilt. After nearly six years of trying, she was finally pregnant.

She knew Rahim wasn’t the father, but the thought of telling him the truth terrified her. Instead, she decided to let him believe it was his. Later that evening, she sat him down, her hands trembling in her lap. “Rahim,” she began softly, “I’m pregnant.”
His eyes widened, and for a moment, he just stared at her in disbelief. Then, a slow smile spread across his face, lighting up his features. “Lina, this is… this is incredible!” He pulled her into a tight embrace, his joy palpable. “I can’t believe it! We’re going to have a baby!”

Lina forced a smile, her heart heavy with the lie. But seeing Rahim so happy made it easier to push aside her guilt. He kissed her forehead, his voice filled with sincerity. “I’ll make sure you’re comfortable during this pregnancy. Whatever you need, I’ll take care of it.”

Over the next few days, Rahim doted on her like never before. He brought her meals in bed, massaged her feet, and even started reading pregnancy books, eager to understand every detail. His enthusiasm was endearing, but it also made Lina feel even more conflicted. She told herself it was for the best that this child would bring them closer together, even if the secret weighed heavily on her conscience.

As she lay in bed one night, Rahim’s arm dbangd protectively over her growing belly, Lina let herself imagine a future where everything worked out. A future where Rahim never found out the truth, where their family thrived, and where her past remained buried.

Rahim and Lina had decided to keep her pregnancy private until the three-month mark, when her baby bump and physical changes became unmistakable. Lina continued working at Rahim’s sundry shop, her growing belly drawing quiet admiration from the neighbourhood women who stopped by. "Your prayers have finally been answered," they would say, their eyes soft with warmth. Lina would smile politely, though a flicker of unease always lingered in her chest.

The men in the neighbourhood, however, were a different story. Some of them had shared her bed before, always in secret, and now they watched her with a mix of curiosity and desire. Their lingering gazes followed her as she moved around the shop, their silent hopes that their seed had taken root evident in their hungry eyes. Lina ignored them, her focus on Rahim and the life they were building together.

But as her body continued to change, Lina grew increasingly frustrated with her wardrobe. Her hips had widened, her breasts felt fuller and heavier, and none of her clothes seemed to fit properly anymore. Even the ready-made maternity dresses she’d purchased from local shops clung awkwardly or left her feeling shapeless. One evening, after yet another failed attempt to find something comfortable, she turned to Rahim with a sigh. “I can’t keep wearing these ill-fitting clothes,” she complained, her hands resting on her swollen belly. “I feel like I’m drowning in fabric.”

Rahim, ever attentive, immediately sought a solution. A former colleague of Lina’s recommended Wasim, a specialist tailor known for crafting exquisite maternity wear. Overjoyed at the prospect of seeing Lina comfortable and happy, Rahim handed her some cash. “Go and visit this tailor,” he said with a smile. “You deserve to feel beautiful.”

And so, Lina stood outside Wasim’s tailor shop the next day, her handbag clutched tightly in her hands as she took a deep breath.She hoped this would be the answer to her wardrobe woes.

The warm, inviting scent of fabric and thread wafted through the air, mingling with the faint hum of a sewing machine coming from within. She hesitated for a moment, glancing at the shop’s modest exterior. Her former colleague had praised Wasim as a “master of his craft,” recommending him highly for maternity wear. But Lina couldn’t shake the unease that twisted in her stomach. At 26, she was young but glowing with pregnancy, her body changing in ways she hadn’t anticipated.

Her breasts felt heavier, more sensitive than ever, and her baby bump was now unmistakable after three months. She had tried on countless maternity clothes, but nothing fit quite right. The fabrics clung awkwardly or sagged in all the wrong places, leaving her feeling frumpy and self-conscious. This visit to Wasim was her last hope for finding something that would make her feel like herself again.

Pushing the door open, she stepped inside. The shop was cozy and cluttered, filled with rolls of vibrant cloth stacked against the walls. A small counter was littered with measuring tapes, pins, and scissors, while a mannequin dressed in a half-finished dress stood off to the side. From the backroom, she heard the rhythmic whir of a sewing machine.

“Hello?” Lina called out softly, her voice trembling slightly.

A moment later, an elderly man emerged from the backroom. He was tall and lean, with a kind face framed by silver hair. His eyes crinkled at the corners as he smiled warmly at her. “Ah, you must be Lina! Your colleague told me you’d be coming. I’m Wasim. Please, make yourself comfortable.”

She stepped further into the shop, feeling his eyes on her as she moved. He’s just professional, she told herself, though the way his gaze traced the outline of her body made her skin prickle.

“I need some dresses made,” she began, clasping her hands together to steady them. “For… for my pregnancy.”
Wasim nodded, his expression softening. “Ah, I see. Congratulations.”

His is gaze gentle but observant. “I understand completely. Pregnancy is a beautiful but challenging time. Let’s see what we can do to make you feel confident.” He gestured toward the counter. “Please, have a seat."

Lina hesitated for a moment before sitting down, her legs pressed tightly together. Wasim moved around the counter, pulling out a measuring tape and a notepad. As he approached her, she caught the scent of his cologne..spicy and rich and it sent an unexpected shiver down her spine.

Just then, a young man appeared from the backroom, a tall, lean, and in his early twenties. He had a shy smile and a mop of dark hair that fell into his eyes. “This is Jamal, my assistant," Wasim introduced. "He helps me with measurements and fittings.”

Jamal nodded politely, his eyes briefly meeting Lina’s before he looked away. “Nice to meet you,” he murmured.

Lina returned the greeting, though she felt a flicker of discomfort at the thought of being measured by men. Wasim seemed to sense her hesitation. “Don’t worry, my dear,” he reassured her. “I’ve been tailoring for over 40 years. I know how to make women feel at ease.” Taking a deep breath, Lina nodded. “Okay. Let’s get started.”

“Stand up for me, please,” he said, his tone polite but firm.
She did as she was told, her heart pounding as he stepped closer. He began with her shoulders, the tape brushing lightly against her skin. She could feel the heat radiating from his body, so close to hers.

“You’re quite petite,” he murmured, his voice low and thoughtful. “But your figure is… remarkable.”

Wasim led her to a small fitting area, partially concealed by a curtain. He gestured for her to stand on a low platform while he retrieved his measuring tape. Jamal hovered nearby, holding a notepad to record the measurements.

“First, we’ll start with your bust,” Wasim said gently, stepping closer. Lina clenched her fists nervously as he lifted the tape and wrapped it around her chest. His hands were steady and professional, but she couldn’t ignore the brief brush of his fingers against her skin as he adjusted the tape. She glanced at Jamal, who kept his eyes fixed on his notepad.

“Thirty-eight inches,” Wasim announced, jotting it down.
Next, he moved to her waist, kneeling slightly to wrap the tape around her growing belly. Lina bit her lip, trying to focus on anything but the proximity of his hands. The touch was light, almost imperceptible, but it sent a shiver down her spine.

“Thirty-four inches,” Wasim noted.
Finally, he measured her hips, his hands lingering just a fraction longer than necessary. Lina’s cheeks flushed as she felt the warmth of his fingers through the fabric of her skirt.

“Forty-two inches,” he said, stepping back. “You have beautiful proportions, my dear.”
Jamal scribbled the numbers on his notepad, his expression unreadable.

When he finally stood up, Lina thought it was over until he gestured toward the changing area.

“I need to see how the dress will fit,” he explained. “Please, step behind the curtain and remove your outer clothes. Just leave on your undergarments.”

Her heart raced as she stepped behind the curtain. She fumbled with the buttons of her blouse, her hands trembling. This is normal, she told herself. Tailors do this all the time. But as she slipped off her skirt and stood there in only her bra and panties, she felt anything but normal.

“Ready?” Wasim called from the other side of the curtain.

She hesitated before answering, “Yes.”
The curtain parted, and he stepped inside. His eyes widened slightly as they took in her figure, and Lina felt a flush of heat spread through her body. The bra she wore did little to contain her full breasts, and her panties clung to her hips in a way that left little to the imagination.

“Beautiful,” he murmured, more to himself than to her. He began dbanging fabric over her body, his hands moving with practiced ease. But every so often, his fingers would brush against her skin, her arms, her shoulders, the curve of her waist and it sent little jolts of electricity through her.

She tried to focus on her breathing, on keeping still, but it was becoming increasingly difficult.

Finally, he stepped back to admire his work. “Turn around for me,” he said.
Lina did as she was told, feeling his eyes on her as she moved. When she faced him again, she noticed something a slight bulge in his trousers that hadn’t been there before. Her stomach tightened, a mix of fear and something else she couldn’t quite name.

“You look stunning,” he said, his voice husky now. “But I think we need to make sure the dress fits perfectly.”
Before she could respond, he stepped forward again, his hands sliding over the fabric on her hips. This time, his touch was firmer, more deliberate. She could feel the warmth of his palms even through the layers of cloth.

“Wasim…” she started, but her voice trailed off as his hands moved higher, skimming the sides of her breasts.
“Relax,” he said softly. “I’m just making adjustments.”

His words did little to calm her racing heart. She felt trapped between the desire to pull away and the strange, almost magnetic pull drawing her closer to him. His fingers brushed against the edge of her bra, and she gasped softly.

This was going to be more complicated than she’d expected.

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Chapter 19: Wasim & Jamal (Act 2)


Lina stood frozen, her breath caught in her throat as Wasim’s hands lingered near the curve of her breasts. The fabric of her dress felt thin under his touch, and she could feel the warmth of his palms pressing gently against her. She shifted her weight nervously, her hands instinctively moving to cover herself, but Wasim’s voice stopped her.

“Relax, Lina,” he murmured, his tone smooth and assured. His fingers traced the edge of the fabric, tugging lightly at the hem. “This fabric is delicate. I need to see how it dbangs over you… exactly.”

She swallowed hard, her cheeks flushing as she nodded reluctantly. “Okay, but… please hurry.”

Wasim’s lips curled into a sly smile, his eyes never leaving her. “Of course. I’ll be quick.” He turned slightly and called out over his shoulder, “Jamal! I need your help with this.”

Lina’s eyes widened as Jamal entered the room. He glanced at Lina, then at Wasim, before nodding in acknowledgment.

“What do you need?” Jamal asked, his voice low and steady.

“Hold this side of the fabric for me,” Wasim instructed, handing him the edge of the dress. “I need to adjust the fit around her… curves.”

Jamal stepped closer, his presence adding to the unspoken tension in the room. His fingers brushed against Lina’s hip as he took hold of the fabric, and she felt a shiver run down her spine. The two men now flanked her, their hands working in tandem to shift and adjust the dress.

“Lift your arms slightly,” Wasim said, his voice soft but commanding. Lina obeyed, raising her arms as he gathered the fabric around her waist. His fingers skimmed her skin as he worked, and she could feel her heart pounding in her chest.

“This fabric clings beautifully,” Wasim remarked, his eyes flicking up to meet hers. “It highlights your figure so well.” Lina tried to focus on anything but the heat rising in her cheeks. “Thank you,” she murmured, though her voice trembled slightly.

Jamal adjusted the fabric on the other side, his hands brushing against her thigh. “It’s a bit tight here,” he said, his tone neutral but his gaze lingering on her for just a moment too long.

“Let me see,” Wasim said, moving closer. His fingers dipped lower, pulling the fabric taut against her hips. Lina’s breath hitched as his knuckles grazed the inside of her thigh. “Ah, yes. It needs a bit more give here.”

She bit her lip, trying to ignore the way her body responded to their proximity. Their touches were professional, but the way their eyes lingered on her made her feel exposed.

“Turn for me,” Wasim instructed softly. Lina hesitated, then slowly turned, feeling the cool air brush against her skin as the fabric shifted. She could feel both men’s eyes on her, tracing the lines of her body.
“Perfect,” Wasim murmured, his hands smoothing the fabric over her backside. “The way it hugs you…”

Jamal stepped closer, adjusting a fold near her shoulder. His fingers grazed her collarbone, sending a jolt of heat through her. “It suits you,” he said simply, though his words felt weighted.

Lina’s mind raced, torn between the shame of being so exposed and the undeniable thrill of their attention. She shifted uncomfortably, pulling at the hem of the dress. “Is this… necessary?” she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

Wasim met her gaze, his expression unreadable. “It’s part of the process,” he said smoothly. “We need to ensure the fit is perfect.”

“Yes,” Jamal added, his voice calm but his eyes darkening slightly. “It’s our job to make sure you look your best.”

Lina nodded reluctantly, though her body trembled with nervous energy. She could feel their hands moving again, one at her side and one at her back, adjusting the fabric with careful precision.

“You have such beautiful curves,” Wasim said, his voice dropping lower as his fingers traced the outline of her hip. “It’s rare to find someone who can wear such delicate fabric so well.”

Lina’s breath came faster now, her pulse quickening under their probing gazes and wandering hands. She tried to focus on the wall in front of her, but she could feel their eyes on her, studying every inch of her body.

“Here,” Jamal said suddenly, his hand brushing against her ribcage. “The fabric is bunching slightly.”

Wasim leaned in closer, his breath warm against her neck as he adjusted the fold. “There,” he murmured. “That’s better.”
Lina’s head spun, overwhelmed by their dual attention. She could feel the heat radiating from their bodies as they worked, their touches becoming less about the dress and more about exploring the contours of her figure.

“You’re trembling,” Wasim observed softly, his hand resting lightly on her shoulder.
“I… I think I’m done for today,” Lina stammered, her voice shaking as she stepped back.

Wasim and Jamal exchanged a glance, their expressions unreadable. “Are you sure?” Jamal asked, his tone neutral but his eyes intense.

“Yes,” Lina said quickly, clutching the fabric of the dress tightly. “I… I need some air.”
Wasim nodded slowly, though there was a spark of something in his eyes, something that made her heart race even faster. “Of course,” he said smoothly. “But before you go, let me take one final measurement.”

Before Lina could protest, he was behind her again, his hands sliding around her waist as he reached for a measuring tape. His chest pressed lightly against her back, and she could feel his breath against her ear.

“Just a moment,” he murmured, his voice low and almost teasing. His fingers brushed against her stomach as he measured, and Lina closed her eyes, trying to steady herself. Jamal watched silently from the side, his gaze heavy and unrelenting. He stepped closer again.

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Chapter 20: Wasim & Jamal (Act 3)


Wasim’s hands lingered on Lina’s waist, the measuring tape still pressed against her skin. She could feel his fingers tracing the faintest outline of her hips, the touch deliberate and slow. His chest was a solid warmth against her back, and his breath tickled the nape of her neck.

“You’re… almost done, right?” Lina asked, her voice trembling slightly as she tried to keep her composure. Her arms were crossed in front of her chest, but the thin fabric of her bra did little to conceal the fullness of her breasts. She could feel their weight more acutely now, unsupported and heavy against her forearms.

“Almost,” Wasim replied, his voice smooth and unhurried. His fingers moved upward, grazing the curve of her waistline as he adjusted the tape. “But there’s something you should know.” He paused, his tone shifting to one of casual familiarity. “The pregnancy dresses come with free custom bras and panties. They’ll be much more comfortable for you, especially with how sensitive your body might be feeling.”

Lina froze, her breath catching in her throat. How does he know? She felt a flush creep up her neck, warming her cheeks. “I..I don’t think that’s necessary,” she stammered, tightening her arms around herself.

Wasim chuckled softly, the sound low and intimate in her ear. “Trust me, it’s worth it. You’ll feel much more comfortable wearing something tailored specifically for you.” His hands moved again, brushing against the edge of her bra strap as he continued measuring. “After forty years in this business, I know pregnant women’s bodies intimately. I can make something that will suit you perfectly.”

Lina’s heart pounded in her chest. She glanced toward Jamal, who was standing nearby, his gaze fixed on her with an intensity that made her stomach twist. He had been silent this whole time, but his presence was impossible to ignore. His eyes roamed over her figure, lingering on the swell of her hips and the curve of her belly before moving up to her chest. There was a hunger in his stare that made her feel both exposed and strangely vulnerable.

“It’s… free?” Lina finally asked, her voice barely above a whisper. She hated how small she sounded, but the idea of something tailored and comfortable was tempting especially with how her body was changing.

“Completely free,” Wasim assured her, his hands still moving slowly across her body. “Consider it part of the service.”

Lina hesitated, then nodded reluctantly. “All right,” she said, her voice shaky. “If it’s free.”
Wasim smiled, his fingers brushing against the back of her bra clasp. “Good choice. Now, let’s take these measurements properly.”

Before Lina could protest, he deftly undid the clasp of her bra, letting it fall away from her body. She gasped, instinctively crossing her arms tighter over her chest as her heavy breasts spilled forward, their weight pulling them slightly downward. The cool air of the room kissed her bare skin, and she shuddered, feeling more exposed than ever.

“Relax,” Wasim murmured, his hands gently guiding her arms away from her body. “I need to measure directly against your skin.”

Lina’s face burned as she lowered her arms, revealing her full breasts to the two men. They were round and full, their flesh pale and soft, with pink nipples that stood taut from the chill in the air. She could feel their gaze on her, and she bit her lip, trying to suppress the shame that threatened to overwhelm her.

Wasim’s fingers traced the curve of her breast, the measuring tape following his movements as he took precise measurements. His touch was firm but gentle, his fingers brushing against her sensitive skin in a way that sent shivers down her spine. “You have a beautiful figure,” he commented, his voice low and appreciative. “Pregnancy suits you.”

Lina swallowed hard, her breathing shallow as she tried to focus on anything but the sensations coursing through her body. She glanced at Jamal again, noting the way his pants strained against the growing bulge at his crotch. Her stomach clenched with a mixture of shame and something else...something she didn’t want to acknowledge.

Jamal stepped closer, his eyes dark with desire. “She’s exquisite,” he said softly, his voice thick with emotion. “We are very lucky to have such a client, Wasim.”

Wasim chuckled again, his hands moving down to measure Lina’s hips next. “Indeed, we are.” His fingers brushed against the waistband of her panties, and Lina tensed, her breath hitching as she realized what was coming next.

“Now for the final measurement,” Wasim said smoothly, his fingers hooking into the sides of her panties. He pulled them down slowly, exposing the swell of her hips and the soft curve of her belly. Lina’s face burned hotter as she stood there, completely exposed except for the sheer fabric that clung to her thighs.

Wasim’s hands moved lower, tracing the curve of her hips and thighs as he measured. His touch lingered longer than necessary, his fingers brushing against her inner thighs in a way that made her pulse race. “Beautiful,” he murmured, his voice dripping with appreciation.

Jamal took another step closer, his gaze raking over her body with undisguised lust. “You’re breathtaking,” he said softly, his voice rough with desire. “I’ve never seen anyone like you.”

Lina felt a rush of heat flood her body, her heart pounding in her chest as she stood there, completely at their mercy. She wanted to cover herself, to run out of the room and never look back but something held her in place. Something she couldn’t quite name.

Wasim’s hands moved again, this time to her breasts once more. He cupped them gently, testing their weight and shape as he took the final measurements. “Perfect,” he murmured, his thumbs brushing against her nipples in a way that made Lina gasp softly. “Absolutely perfect.”

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Chapter 20: Wasim & Jamal (Act 4)


Wasim stepped back, his eyes gleaming with an unspoken intent as he held up the custom bra and panties. “These are special,” he said, his tone smooth but edged with something Lina couldn’t quite place. “I insist you try them on now. It’s the only way to ensure they fit perfectly.”
Lina hesitated, her cheeks flushing. “Right here?” she asked, her voice trembling slightly. “Isn’t there somewhere more private?”

“Of course,” Wasim replied, gesturing toward a small fitting room tucked away in the corner of the shop. “This way. It’s cozy, but it’ll do.” He turned to Jamal, who had been silently observing from the sidelines. “Jamal, join us. Your expertise will be invaluable.”

Jamal nodded, his intense gaze never leaving Lina as he followed them into the cramped space. The room was so narrow that the three of them could barely move without brushing against one another. Lina felt the heat of their presence closing in around her, her pulse quickening as Wasim handed her the lingerie.

“Go on,” he urged, his voice low and encouraging. “Put them on.”
Lina hesitated, her hands trembling as she took the delicate fabrics. This feels wrong, she thought, but something about Wasim’s insistence and Jamal’s quiet intensity made it hard to refuse. Slowly, she began to undress, her movements stiff with self-consciousness. Wasim’s eyes followed every inch of exposed skin, his breath hitching as her curves came into view.

As she slid the bra on, Wasim stepped closer, his fingers deftly adjusting the straps. “Let me help,” he murmured, his hands lingering on her shoulders before trailing down to cup her breasts. His touch was deliberate, almost reverent, as he tested the fit of the fabric against her skin.

“Perfect,” he whispered, his thumbs brushing ever so slightly against her nipples. Lina gasped, a shiver running through her body as she tried to steady herself.

Behind her, Jamal moved closer, his presence like a shadow against her back. He reached for the panties, his hands brushing against her thighs as he helped guide them up her legs. The fabric was soft and snug, hugging her curves in a way that made her feel both exposed and strangely empowered. Jamal’s fingers lingered at her hips, his breath warm against her neck as he whispered, “You look stunning.”

Lina’s cheeks burned, her heart pounding as she stood there, caught between the two men. Wasim’s hands returned to her body, this time sliding down to her waist as he guided her to turn around. “Let me see,” he said, his voice thick with admiration.

Lina complied, her breath shallow as she faced him. His eyes roamed over her figure, taking in every detail with a hunger that made her knees weak.

Jamal stepped closer behind her once more, his hands resting lightly on her shoulders. “She’s flawless,” he said to Wasim, though his words were clearly meant for Lina. “Every curve. Every line.”
Wasim’s gaze darkened, a sly smile playing on his lips. “Indeed. But we need to ensure the fit is perfect.” He reached for another set of lingerie, this one even more revealing than the last. “Try this one.”
Lina’s eyes widened. “Another one? I thought...”
“Trust me,” Wasim interrupted smoothly. “This is how I measure the best wear for you.”

She swallowed hard, as she glanced between the two men, her voice trembling as she finally spoke. “Wasim, please… could you ask Jamal to leave? I can’t breathe with him here, and his comments are making it worse.” Her cheeks flushed deeper as she avoided Jamal’s intense gaze.

Wasim raised an eyebrow, a faint smirk playing on his lips. “Of course, Lina. Whatever makes you comfortable.” He turned to Jamal, his tone firm but polite. “Jamal, step out for a moment. I’ll handle this.”

Jamal hesitated, his eyes lingering on Lina for a moment longer before he nodded and exited the room, closing the door behind him. The space felt slightly less suffocating, but Wasim’s presence still loomed large. He picked up the second set of lingerie, his movements deliberate as he approached her.

“Now, let’s see how this one fits,” he said, his voice smooth but laced with intent. His hands began to roam her body with increasing intimacy, his fingers tracing the edge of the panties as he adjusted the fabric. The touch made Lina shiver, a mix of anticipation and nervousness coursing through her. His hands moved to her breasts, thumbs brushing against her nipples through the thin fabric of the bra. She gasped, her body responding despite her attempts to stay composed.

Wasim leaned in, his lips grazing her earlobe as he whispered, “You’re exquisite.” His hands continued to explore her curves, slipping under the waistband of her panties to trace the curve of her ass. Lina’s eyes fluttered closed, her breath coming in soft, ragged gasps. The room grew warmer, the air thick with tension as his touches became more insistent.

Lina’s reflection in the mirror caught her eye, the scene unfolding in front of her unbearably steamy. Her nipples were hard beneath the bra, her body betraying her as wetness pooled between her legs. She tried to steady herself, but it was too much.

Suddenly, her head began to spin, the overwhelming sensations and the closeness of Wasim’s body leaving her lightheaded. “Wasim,” she whispered weakly, “please… stop.” But before he could react, her vision blurred, and she slumped to the floor, unconscious.

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Chapter 20: Wasim & Jamal (Act 5)


Wasim’s eyes widened as Lina collapsed, her body folding to the floor like a fragile doll. He knelt beside her, his fingers brushing against her wrist to check her pulse. It was steady but faint. He exhaled sharply, his mind racing. “Jamal!” he called out, his voice urgent. The young assistant appeared in the doorway, his eyes immediately drawn to Lina’s prone form, clad only in the delicate lingerie that clung to her curves.

“Help me get her to the bed,” Wasim instructed, his tone calm but commanding. Jamal nodded, his hands trembling slightly as he moved to lift Lina’s legs while Wasim supported her upper body. The fabric of the lingerie was soft against their skin, and Jamal couldn’t help but notice how perfectly it framed her body, the way it hugged her full breasts and accentuated the curve of her hips.

They laid her gently on the bed, and Wasim dbangd a thin, nearly translucent fabric over her, barely concealing the lingerie beneath. “She fainted,” he said, more to himself than to Jamal. “We need to wake her up.”

Jamal swallowed hard, his eyes lingering on Lina’s peaceful face. “Should we call a doctor?” he asked, though his voice wavered with uncertainty.

“Not yet,” Wasim replied, his gaze fixed on Lina. “Let’s try a few things first.” He reached for a glass of water on the nearby table and dipped his fingers into it, flicking a few droplets onto her face. The water trickled down her cheeks, but she didn’t stir. “Hmm,” Wasim murmured, leaning closer. His fingers brushed against her forehead, smoothing back her hair. “Her skin is warm. Maybe just too much stimulation.”

Jamal shifted uncomfortably, his hands clenched at his sides. “What else can we do?”

Wasim didn’t answer immediately. Instead, he sat on the edge of the bed, his fingertips trailing down to Lina’s feet. He began to massage them gently, his touch firm but soothing. 

“Sometimes, pressure points can help,” he explained, though his eyes never left Lina’s face. His thumbs pressed into the arch of her foot, each movement deliberate.

Jamal watched intently, his breath shallow. “Is it working?”
Wasim frowned slightly. “Not yet.” His hands moved up her calves, the thin fabric shifting as he worked. His fingers kneaded the muscles, and he could feel the warmth of her skin through the material. “Bring me a damp cloth,” he instructed without looking up.

Jamal hurried to comply, returning with a cool, wet cloth. Wasim took it and pressed it to Lina’s forehead, then moved it down to her neck, the water trailing along her collarbone. Her breathing seemed to deepen, but her eyes remained closed.

“Maybe something more… direct,” Wasim muttered, his voice low. He glanced at Jamal. “Hold her shoulders.”

Jamal hesitated for a moment before obeying, his hands gripping Lina’s shoulders gently but firmly. Wasim’s fingers moved to her wrists, lifting her arms slightly and letting them drop. He repeated the motion a few times, the movement causing her chest to rise and fall subtly under the fabric.
Still, she didn’t wake.

Wasim’s lips curved into a thoughtful frown. He leaned in closer, his breath hot against her ear as he whispered, “Lina, can you hear me?” His hand hovered over her chest, and then, ever so lightly, he brushed his fingers against the curve of her breast. Jamal inhaled sharply but didn’t say anything, his grip tightening slightly on her shoulders.

Wasim’s touch became more deliberate, his fingertips tracing the outline of her breast before sliding down to her waist. He lifted the thin fabric slightly, exposing more of her stomach. His other hand joined in, massaging her sides with slow, circular motions.

Lina’s body twitched faintly, a soft sigh escaping her lips. Encouraged, Wasim increased the pressure of his touch, his hands moving up to cup her breasts through the lingerie. He squeezed gently, his thumbs brushing against her nipples in a rhythmic motion.

Jamal’s heart pounded in his chest as he watched, his own arousal growing despite his efforts to suppress it. “Should I… do something?” he asked hesitantly.
Wasim glanced at him, a sly smile playing on his lips. “Yes. Take her legs.”

Jamal obeyed, moving to the foot of the bed and placing his hands on Lina’s ankles. Wasim’s focus returned to her upper body, his hands now boldly exploring every inch of her torso. He leaned down, his lips brushing against her neck as he whispered again, “Wake up, Lina.”

His mouth trailed lower, planting soft kisses along her collarbone before moving down to her chest. His tongue flicked against the fabric covering her nipple, and he felt her body tense slightly under his touch. He repeated the motion on the other side, his hands sliding down to grip her hips.

Jamal’s hands moved up her legs instinctively, his fingers brushing against the soft skin of her thighs. He hesitated, glancing at Wasim for approval. When none came, he continued, his touch tentative but growing bolder as he caressed her legs.

Wasim’s mouth descended further still, his lips grazing her stomach as his hands slipped under the fabric of the lingerie. He felt the warmth of her skin against his palms and couldn’t resist pressing a kiss just below her navel.

Lina’s breathing quickened, and a faint moan escaped her lips. Encouraged by the sound, Wasim’s hands moved lower still, his fingers tracing the line where her thighs met. He glanced up at Jamal and instructed quietly, “Hold her legs apart.”

Jamal’s hands trembled as he spread Lina’s legs slightly, exposing more of her to Wasim’s wandering touch. Wasim’s fingers brushed against the delicate fabric of her panties, his touch light but insistent.

“Lina,” he murmured again, his voice thick with desire. His fingers slipped beneath the edge of the panties.

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Chapter 20: Wasim & Jamal (Act 6)


Wasim’s fingers slipped beneath the edge of Lina’s panties once more, brushing against the soft, clean-shaven skin of her pussy. The fabric of the lingerie clung to her damp folds, barely concealing the delicate flesh beneath. He leaned in closer, his breath hot against her ear as he whispered, “Lina, can you feel this?”

Jamal’s hands remained on her legs, holding them apart as Wasim’s fingers slid deeper, parting her pussy lips to reveal the glistening pink flesh. She was already so wet, her arousal evident as he traced the length of her slit. The heat and slickness made his cock throb even harder. He circled her clit slowly, deliberately, watching as her body responded with a faint arch of her hips.

Lina’s breath hitched, a soft moan escaping her lips as her body instinctively moved toward his touch. Jamal watched, frozen in place, his own arousal growing as he witnessed the intimate act unfold before him. His grip on her legs tightened slightly, his knuckles whitening as he struggled to control his own urges.

Wasim pulled his fingers out, holding them up to the light, glistening with her juices. He brought them to his nose and inhaled deeply, his nostrils flaring as he savored the scent. “It’s definitely Lina’s juices,” he murmured, a sly smile tugging at his lips. “And it’s warm.”


Jamal stood frozen, his eyes darting between Wasim and Lina’s nearly nude body, clad only in the thin lingerie that clung to her curves. His breathing grew shallow, his cock straining against his pants. He shifted uncomfortably, trying to will his erection away, but the sight of her was too much.

"Show some respect," Wasim snapped, noticing Jamal’s reaction. "Put her legs down properly."

Jamal obeyed hesitantly, gently lowering Lina’s legs as he tried to steady his own trembling hands. "Should we try CPR?" he suggested, his voice cracking slightly.
Wasim’s lips curled into a sly smile. "Good idea."

He leaned over Lina, his face inches from hers. Instead of blowing air into her mouth, he pressed his lips against hers in a deep, possessive kiss. His hands moved to cup her breasts, kneading the soft flesh as his tongue delved into her mouth. Lina’s body twitched, a faint moan escaping her lips as she stirred slightly.

"Rahim…" she whispered faintly, her voice barely audible.
"Shh," Wasim murmured against her lips, his breath warm on her skin. He kissed her again, this time more urgently, his hands roaming her body with growing boldness.

Each kiss brought more life to her, her chest rising and falling with shallow breaths as her moans grew louder.
Jamal watched with wide eyes, his cock throbbing painfully now. "What else can we do?" he asked, his voice trembling with desperation.

Wasim pulled back slightly, a cunning gleam in his eyes. "There’s one thing that always works on a married woman."
"What’s that?" Jamal asked, his voice barely above a whisper.
"The smell of a cock," Wasim replied confidently. He unbuckled his belt with practiced ease, sliding his pants down to reveal his thick, uncut cock. It stood at attention, the head glistening with pre-cum as he brought it closer to Lina’s face.

Jamal’s breath hitched as he watched Wasim position himself, the musky scent of his arousal filling the room. Lina’s body responded instinctively, her nostrils flaring as she inhaled deeply. Her lips parted slightly, a soft moan escaping as her head tilted toward him.

"Lina," Wasim whispered, his voice heavy with desire. "Do you like that?"
She didn’t respond verbally, but her body answered for her. Her mouth opened wider, and without hesitation, she took the first few inches of his cock into her mouth. The sensation made Wasim groan loudly, his hips thrusting forward slightly to push himself deeper into her warm, wet mouth.

Jamal stared in awe, his own cock aching as he watched Lina’s lips wrap around Wasim’s shaft. Her tongue swirled around the tip, her moans vibrating against him as she sucked with growing enthusiasm. Wasim’s hands gripped her hair gently, guiding her movements as he thrust deeper into her mouth.

"That’s it," Wasim murmured, his voice strained with pleasure. "Take it all."
Lina’s moans grew louder, her body arching slightly as she swallowed more of him. Her lips stretched around his girth, her saliva coating his length as she bobbed her head rhythmically. Wasim’s hips moved in tandem with her, each thrust sending waves of pleasure through him.

"Fuck," he groaned, his voice rough with need. "You’re so good at this."
Jamal couldn’t tear his eyes away, his hand unconsciously moving to his own cock as he watched the scene unfold. He felt a pang of jealousy mixed with awe as

Lina took Wasim deeper, her moans growing more desperate with every movement. Wasim’s breath became ragged, his thrusts more urgent as he neared his climax. "I’m close," he warned, pulling back slightly to avoid spilling into her mouth. With a loud groan, he jerked his cock free, stroking himself rapidly as cum erupted from the tip. Thick ropes of white sprayed across Lina’s chest and stomach, the sight making Jamal’s own cock twitch uncontrollably.

Wasim exhaled sharply, his body trembling with the aftershocks of his release. "Get her covered," he instructed Jamal, his voice still shaky.

Jamal quickly retrieved a blanket from the corner of the room, dbanging it over Lina’s body as she stirred slightly. Her eyes fluttered open, confused and dazed, as though waking from a dream. She licked her lips, the taste of Wasim lingering on her tongue, and let out a soft sigh.

"You had a fall," Wasim said smoothly, his tone reassuring as he handed her a glass of water. "You’re fine now."

Lina took the glass shakily, her mind still foggy as she sipped the cool liquid. She glanced around the room, her gaze lingering on Wasim as he adjusted his clothes and Jamal awkwardly standing nearby. A faint memory tugged at the edge of her consciousness, but she couldn’t quite grasp it.

"What happened?" she asked weakly, her voice barely above a whisper.
"Just a little accident," Wasim replied casually

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Chapter 21: Wasim & Jamal (Act 7)


Lina took another sip of water, her hands trembling slightly as she tried to steady herself. Wasim hovered nearby, his presence both comforting and unnerving. His calm demeanor was at odds with the chaotic swirl of emotions inside her.

“You should rest for a moment,” Wasim said, his voice smooth and steady. “Jamal, could you fetch Lina’s clothes?”

Jamal nodded quickly, avoiding eye contact with Lina as he moved toward the corner of the room where her neatly folded clothes were placed. He handed them to her, his fingers brushing against hers briefly before he stepped back, his cheeks tinged with a faint flush.

“Here,” Wasim added, his tone casual but his eyes lingering on her. “The lingerie you were wearing… it’s soiled. But don’t worry, it’s on the house. A gift from us.”

Lina’s cheeks burned with embarrassment as she clutched the blanket tighter around herself. Soiled? She couldn’t bring herself to ask what he meant by that. Instead, she mumbled a quiet “Thank you” and took her clothes from Jamal, her movements quick and furtive under the cover of the blanket.
Wasim and Jamal excused themselves, leaving her alone in the room to change.

As she pulled on her clothes, she couldn’t shake the sticky sensation on her skin. Her fingers brushed against her lower abdomen, and she froze when she felt a slight dampness between her legs.

What…? Her mind raced as she tried to piece together the fragments of memory. Had she…?

She shook her head, unwilling to dwell on it further. Grabbing a wet wipe from her bag, she quickly cleaned herself up, her hands moving with practiced efficiency. The coolness of the wipe against her skin brought a momentary sense of relief, but the lingering feeling of vulnerability remained.

When she stepped out of the room, Wasim was waiting at the counter, his expression calm and composed. A steaming cup of tea sat in front of him, and he gestured for her to join him.

“Feeling better?” he asked, his voice soft as he slid the tea toward her.
Lina nodded, though her voice was still a little shaky as she replied, “Yes, thank you. I’m sorry for the trouble.”

Wasim waved a hand dismissively. “No trouble at all. It’s my job to make sure you’re comfortable. The measurements are complete, by the way. Your dresses and lingerie will be ready in five days. You can come by to collect them anytime after that.”

She sipped the tea, the warmth spreading through her as she tried to steady her nerves. “That sounds perfect. Thank you again.”

Wasim’s gaze stayed on her for a moment longer than necessary before he turned his attention to the paperwork in front of him. “Jamal will see you out,” he said, his tone final but polite.

Jamal, who had been standing awkwardly to the side, stepped forward to escort Lina to the door. He still avoided her gaze, his usual confidence replaced by an uncharacteristic shyness. “Take care,” he murmured as she stepped outside.

Lina nodded, though she couldn’t quite muster a smile. The fresh air outside was a relief after the stifling atmosphere of the tailor’s shop. She walked briskly toward a cab, her mind still racing with unanswered questions.

When she got home, she couldn’t shake the unease that had settled over her. She grabbed her phone and dialed Kartini’s number, her former colleague’s voice bringing a small measure of comfort.

After exchanging pleasantries, Lina hesitated before broaching the subject that had been weighing on her. “Kartini, I went to see the tailor you recommended today. Wasim.”

“Oh! How was it?” Kartini’s voice was cheerful, but there was an undertone of curiosity that made Lina pause.
“It was… fine,” Lina said carefully. “But I noticed something weird. He takes measurements directly on exposed skin. Is that… normal?”

Kartini laughed lightly, though there was a hint of something else in her tone. Envy? “Oh, Lina, don’t worry about it. That’s just how he works. He’s very professional, believe me. Did he give you a good deal?”
“Yes,” Lina replied slowly. “He did. But it just felt… strange.”
“You’re too modest,” Kartini teased. “Wasim knows how to treat his clients well. I’m glad you went to him.”

Lina wasn’t entirely convinced, but she didn’t press further. They chatted for a few more minutes before ending the call. As she set her phone down, Lina sighed heavily. Maybe she was overthinking things. Kartini had assured her it was all normal, after all.

Meanwhile, on the other end of the line, Kartini leaned back in her chair, a satisfied smile playing on her lips. She knew exactly what kind of man Wasim was and why he had been so eager to take on Lina as a client. Let’s see how long it takes for her to figure it out, Kartini thought with a smirk as she dialed Wasim’s number.

Her mind drifted back to a year ago, when she and the other massage therapists had men queuing daily for Lina. Lina’s schedule was always fully booked till late, while Kartini struggled to make ends meet. She had pleaded with Uncle Lim, the owner of the massage parlor, for a fairer distribution of customers, but he had dismissed her concerns. “I can’t stop customers from preferring her,” he had said bluntly. Kartini’s livelihood depended on daily commissions, and Lina’s popularity left her scbanging by.

One fateful day, desperate for a customer, Kartini had approached a man who had just walked in. He agreed to a massage, but his intentions quickly became clear. Midway through, he sat up and offered her money to masturbate him. Kartini hesitated but needed the money desperately. She gave in, and the situation escalated. He undressed her, his hands and mouth exploring every part of her body. She surrendered completely, tears streaming down her face as he penetrated her hard from the front and then doggystyle. He did not use a condom and came inside her despite her  repeated pleas to pull out.

Afterward, he paid her generously, equivalent to a week’s wage but left her feeling humiliated and broken.

That day marked a turning point. Kartini began offering extra services to her regular customers, but the resentment festered. Lina, with her effortless charm and untouched innocence, continued to thrive without ever giving in to such demands.

The injustice gnawed at Kartini, fueling a quiet but burning desire for payback. She plotted silently, all while pretending to be Lina’s friend. Now, as she waited for Wasim to answer the phone, Kartini’s smirk deepened. Lina’s time would come, she thought. And she would savor every moment.

He answered on the second ring. “Kartini,” he said smoothly. “To what do I owe the pleasure?”

“I just talked to Lina,” Kartini replied, her voice lilting with amusement. “Sounds like she had quite the experience with you.”
Wasim chuckled softly. “She’s exquisite, isn’t she? So… reserved. So cautious. I’m looking forward to her return.”

Kartini grinned, her plan unfolding exactly as she had hoped. “Well, make sure you give her a good "deal". She deserves it.”
“Don’t worry,” Wasim replied, his tone dripping with confidence. “I’ll take very good care of her.”

The line went dead, and Kartini set her phone down, her smirk widening. Let’s see how long Lina can resist, she thought, her envy momentarily sated by the knowledge that she had set the wheels in motion.

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Chapter 21: Wasim & Jamal (Act 8)


Lina stepped into Wasim’s shop, the familiar bell above the door chiming softly. The scent of fabric and cologne filled the air, a mix that always seemed to linger in the space. She clutched her bag a little tighter, her nerves fluttering as she walked further in. Wasim was already there, his tall frame leaning casually against the counter. His salt-and-pepper hair was neatly combed back, and his sharp eyes lit up when he saw her.

“Lina!” he said warmly, stepping forward and enveloping her in a gentle hug. His arms were firm, his chest warm against hers, and she felt the faintest brush of his breath against her ear as he murmured, “I was waiting for you.”

Jamal stood nearby, silent as ever, but his intense gaze followed her every move. Lina gave them both a polite smile, trying to mask the unease that bubbled just beneath the surface. “Thank you for having me,” she said, her voice steady but soft.

“Of course,” Wasim replied, his tone smooth, almost too smooth. “We’re here to make sure everything fits perfectly. You know that.”

He gestured toward the fitting area, where a row of dresses hung neatly behind a curtain. Lina nodded and made her way over, her heels clicking softly against the floor. She stepped behind the curtain, her hands trembling slightly as she began to undress. The dresses he had made for her were beautiful, each one tailored to her figure. She slipped into the first one, the fabric cool against her skin. It fit like a glove, hugging her curves in all the right places. She stepped out, twirling slightly for Wasim and Jamal to see.

“Perfect,” Wasim said, his eyes lingering on her form. “Just as I expected.”
Lina handed him the dress, and he passed her the next one. This process continued for a while, each dress fitting beautifully. She felt a small surge of confidence, her earlier anxiety beginning to fade. But then came the last dress, a custom-fit mini dress that was far more revealing than she had anticipated.

She held it up, staring at it for a moment. “This… this is shorter than I thought,” she said hesitantly.
Wasim stepped closer, his presence suddenly overwhelming. “It’s designed to highlight your natural beauty,” he said smoothly. “Trust me, Lina. You’ll look stunning.”

She hesitated but nodded, stepping back behind the curtain. The dress was tight, the fabric clinging to her like a second skin as she struggled to pull it on. Just as she was about to call for help, Wasim’s voice came from the other side.

“Do you need assistance?” he asked, his tone innocent but with an edge that made her pulse quicken. “I… I think so,” she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper.

The curtain parted, and Wasim stepped inside. His gaze was intense, drinking in the sight of her as she stood there, vulnerable and exposed. His fingers lingered on her curves as he adjusted the straps, his touch sending shivers down her spine. He knelt down to adjust the hem, his hands skimming over her thighs as he worked.

“There,” he said, standing up and taking a step back to admire his work. “You look absolutely stunning, Lina. I think this dress was made for you. It fits you perfectly.” He guided her to the mirror, his lips grazing her earlobe as he whispered, “See for yourself.”

Lina looked at her reflection, her breath catching in her throat. The dress hugged every curve, the hem riding dangerously high on her thighs. She felt exposed but undeniably alluring. Wasim’s hands moved to her waist, his thumbs brushing against the soft skin just above her hips. She could feel the heat radiating off him, his body so close to hers.

“Relax,” he murmured, his voice low and soothing. “You’re safe with me.”
But his touch betrayed his words. His fingers trailed lower, dipping beneath the hem of the dress and brushing against the soft curls between her legs. Lina gasped, her body arching into his touch despite herself. His fingers circled her clit gently, sending waves of pleasure coursing through her.

“Stop,” she whispered, her voice trembling.
But Wasim didn’t stop. His grip tightened, holding her in place as he continued to tease her. She moaned softly, her hips moving in time with his touch. Her body betrayed her, arching into him as he brought her closer and closer to the edge.
From outside the curtain, Jamal’s voice called out, “Is everything okay in there?”

“Everything’s fine,” Wasim replied smoothly, his fingers never stopping their relentless rhythm.

Lina’s breath came in short gasps as she felt the heat building in her core. She looked at herself in the mirror, her face flushed, her body trembling with need. Wasim’s lips were at her ear again, his breath warm as he whispered, “Let go, Lina. You deserve this.”

And she did. Her orgasm crashed through her like a wave, leaving her breathless and spent. She collapsed against him, her body still shaking with the aftershocks. Wasim held her close, his hands still exploring her body as if marking his claim.

“See?” he murmured, his voice thick with satisfaction. “I knew this dress was perfect for you.”

Lina jolted awake, her body still trembling from the unexpected wave of pleasure that had overtaken her. Wasim’s voice broke through her haze, smooth and calculated.

“You’re quite easily stimulated, aren’t you. Is everything fine at home?” he remarked, a sly smile playing on his lips. His eyes swept over her, taking in every detail of her flushed face and the way her chest rose and fell with each shaky breath.

She swallowed hard, her cheeks burning with embarrassment. “I… I’m fine,” she stammered, her voice barely audible. “Everything’s fine between me and my husband.”

Wasim’s gaze flicked downward, and Lina followed it to the wet patch that had formed on the fabric of the dress. Her stomach dropped. Oh no. She instinctively crossed her arms over her chest, trying to hide herself, but it was too late. Wasim had already seen.

“Jamal,” Wasim called out, his tone calm and business-like. “Bring a towel and the custom lingerie I prepared.” Lina’s eyes widened in shock. “Custom lingerie? You want me to wear it… here? In front of you?”

Wasim nodded, unfazed by her discomfort. “Of course. Kartini and my other clients do the same. That’s why they keep coming back. I only take referrals, you know. It’s part of the service.”

Her heart pounded as she tried to process what he was saying. Before she could protest further, Wasim gently guided her to face the wall, her back now turned to him. His hands were warm against her bare skin as he began to unzip the dress, each movement deliberate and slow. Lina shivered, not just from the cool air but from the intensity of the situation.

“Please, hurry,” she whispered, her voice tinged with both mortification and a strange sense of vulnerability.

Wasim didn’t rush. He carefully slid the dress off her shoulders, letting it pool at her feet. Then, his fingers moved to the clasp of her bra. Lina froze, her breath catching as he undid it with practiced ease. The bra slipped away, leaving her completely exposed. She heard him hand it to Jamal, who was waiting outside the curtain.

“Wash these,” Wasim instructed. “And don’t forget the towel and the lingerie.”
Lina stood there, naked and trembling, her arms wrapped tightly around herself. She felt utterly exposed, every second stretching into an eternity. Wasim’s presence loomed behind her, his breaths steady and calm, which only heightened her awareness of her own vulnerability.

Finally, Jamal returned with the items. Wasim took the lacy bra first, holding it up for her to see. It was surprisingly delicate but had a sturdy design, clearly meant to support her fuller figure. “This will feel much better,” he said, his voice low and reassuring. “Especially now that your body is changing.”

Lina hesitated but allowed him to guide her arms into the straps. His fingers brushed against her skin as he adjusted the cups, his touch lingering on her breasts as he ensured a perfect fit. She couldn’t help the soft gasp that escaped her lips as his thumbs grazed her nipples, sending a jolt of electricity through her.

“There,” he murmured, his voice thick with satisfaction. “It’s perfect for you.”
Next, he reached for the towel, his movements unhurried. He knelt behind her and began wiping away the evidence of her earlier arousal. Lina clenched her fists, her face burning as she felt the towel press between her thighs. Wasim’s hand moved with purpose, delving deeper than necessary to ensure every trace was gone. She bit her lip to stifle the soft moans that threatened to escape.

“We wouldn’t want the new lingerie to get soiled too soon,” he said casually, as if this were the most normal thing in the world.
Once he was done, he stood and handed her the lace panties. “Step into them,” he instructed, his tone firm but gentle.

Lina obeyed, though her hands shook as she held onto his shoulders for balance. Wasim slowly pulled the panties up her legs, his fingers grazing her inner thighs and hips as he worked. Each touch was deliberate, seductive, and designed to make her squirm. It felt like an eternity before he finally settled the fabric in place.

“There,” he said softly, turning her to face the mirror once more. He stood behind her, his hands resting on her shoulders as he admired their reflection. “What do you think?”

Lina barely recognized herself. The lingerie hugged her curves perfectly, accentuating her natural beauty while leaving little to the imagination. She felt a mix of embarrassment and an odd sense of empowerment as she met his gaze in the mirror.

“It’s… beautiful,” she admitted hesitantly, her voice barely above a whisper.
Wasim smiled, his hands sliding down to rest on her hips. “You’re exquisite, Lina. I knew this would suit you.”

The moment hung in the air, heavy with unspoken tension. Lina had never been in a situation like this before, half-naked in a fitting room with a male tailor and yet, something about it felt oddly… intoxicating.

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Chapter 21: Wasim & Jamal (Act 9)


Lina stood frozen in front of the mirror, the delicate lingerie clinging to her body like a second skin. Her reflection stared back at her, flushed and wide-eyed, as Wasim’s gaze lingered on her curves. She shifted uncomfortably, the silken fabric brushing against her skin in ways that sent tiny sparks of sensation through her body.

“Is… is the fitting over?” Lina asked, her voice wavering slightly. She clutched her arms across her chest, trying to shield herself from the intensity of his stare. “Can you step out so I can change back into my clothes?”

Wasim didn’t move immediately. Instead, he tilted his head, a small, knowing smile playing on his lips. “Of course,” he said smoothly, “but I should mention your panties will need to be washed and dried. It’ll take about ten minutes.”

Her cheeks burned at his words, and she glanced down at the floor, avoiding his eyes. The idea of him handling her undergarments was almost too much to bear.

Sensing her discomfort, Wasim stepped closer, his voice softening. “I know this is… unconventional,” he began, “but as a perfectionist, I always conduct a stress test on new lingerie. It’s important to ensure it can withstand rough treatment and stretch without tearing.”

Lina blinked, confused. “A stress test?” she echoed, her voice barely audible.

He nodded, his tone matter-of-fact. “Most women wear these pieces to seduce their husbands,” he explained, his eyes drifting over her body. “And during sex, the lingerie often stays on because it’s… enticing. Men tend to be a bit rough with it. I pride myself on crafting pieces that can last for years.”

Her face flushed deeper, and she stammered, “That’s… that’s not necessary. I don’t think we need to...”

Wasim interrupted gently, raising a hand to calm her. “There won’t be any real sex, Lina,” he assured her. “It’s just a test to see how the fabric holds up as in how much it stretches, whether the bra stays secure, things like that. You’ll just need to let me lead the steps.”

She hesitated, her heart pounding in her chest. Despite her unease, she found herself nodding slowly, unable to find the words to refuse.

“Good,” Wasim said, his smile widening. He moved behind her, his hands settling on her hips. “This will be quick. Just relax.”

Lina stiffened as he guided her to bend forward slightly, testing the stretch of the panties. The fabric pulled taut against her skin, and she could feel every inch of it clinging to her body. His hands moved to the sides of the bra, tugging gently to check its elasticity.

“Still comfortable?” he asked, his breath warm against her ear.
She nodded again, though her voice seemed to have disappeared.

Wasim grew bolder with each step, mimicking different sexual positions with methodical precision. He pressed himself against her from behind, his clothed body moving in sync with hers in a way that felt far too intimate. Lina’s breath quickened as his hands roamed her sides, sliding beneath the thin fabric of the bra to brush against the underside of her breasts.

“When will this test end?” she managed to ask, her voice trembling.
“Soon,” he murmured, his hands continuing their exploration. One drifted lower, grazing the waistband of her panties before dipping just slightly beneath it. The sensation sent a jolt of electricity through her, and she bit her lip to stifle a gasp.
Wasim paused, his fingers brushing against the dampness that had formed between her thighs. He chuckled softly, the sound low and husky. “It seems the fabric is holding up well,” he said, his voice laced with amusement. “But there’s one final test we need to do.”

Lina’s eyes widened as she caught sight of him in the mirror, his hands moving to his belt, unfastening it with deliberate slowness. Her heart raced as he dropped his pants and underwear, revealing an erect cock that made her stomach clench with a mix of fear and arousal.

“Wasim, what are you doing!!!” she started, but he cut her off gently.
“Just trust me,” he said, positioning himself behind her once more. His cock pressed against the thin barrier of her panties, the heat of it searing through the fabric.

Her breath hitched as he began to move, dry-humping her with a rhythm that left her trembling. His hands alternated between gripping her hips and cupping her breasts, the thin bra offering little protection from his touch. Lina couldn’t tear her eyes away from the mirror, watching as the scene unfolded before her, her own reflection, flushed and vulnerable, and Wasim’s intense gaze locked on her.

Her resolve wavered with each thrust, her body betraying her as pleasure began to override her initial hesitation. She could feel herself growing wetter, the slickness spreading through her panties and making the friction between them even more unbearable.

“See?” Wasim whispered, his voice thick with satisfaction. “The fabric is holding up perfectly.”

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Chapter 21: Wasim & Jamal (Act 10)


Lina’s chest heaved as she tried to steady her breathing, her eyes darting away from Wasim’s intense gaze. The thin fabric of her bra clung to her skin, damp with sweat and the heat of their shared proximity. Her mind screamed at her to stop this madness, to pull away, but her body betrayed her, shivering as Wasim’s hands slid up her sides.

“Now, let’s test the cups,” Wasim said, his voice low and deliberate, sending a shiver down Lina’s spine. Before she could react, he flipped her onto her back, her heavy breasts pressing against the delicate lace of the bra. His hands came down on them with purpose, squeezing and kneading the soft flesh through the fabric.
“No, Wasim, please...you shouldn't..” Lina protested, her voice trembling as she tried to push his hands away. But his grip was firm, unyielding, as he continued to manipulate her breasts, his fingers finding the sensitive peaks and teasing them through the bra.

“I need to make sure the material can handle this,” he murmured, his breath hot against her neck. His lips followed, brushing against the exposed skin of her cleavage before he began to suckle at one of her nipples through the fabric. The sensation was electric, a mix of shame and pleasure that made her toes curl.

“Wasim, stop!” she gasped, her hands weakly pushing at his shoulders. But he didn’t stop. Instead, he moved to the other breast, his tongue swirling around the hardened nipple through the lace. His hands continued to massage and squeeze, his touch relentless in its pursuit of her body’s responses.

“You see?” he said, pulling back slightly to admire his work. “The bra is holding up perfectly.” A smug smile played on his lips as he leaned down again, this time biting gently on the fabric-covered nipple. Lina’s hips bucked involuntarily, a moan slipping past her lips as the duality of pleasure and embarrassment coursed through her.

She squirmed beneath him, trying to regain some semblance of control, but Wasim’s hands and mouth were everywhere, leaving no part of her untouched. He continued to lavish attention on her breasts, alternating between sucking, licking, and kissing them through the fabric. The room felt suffocating, filled with the sounds of their labored breaths and the occasional whimper from Lina.

Finally, satisfied with the bra’s resilience, Wasim moved lower, his hands sliding down her sides to grip her hips. His eyes locked onto the delicate panties she wore, his gaze almost predatory. “Now for the panties,” he said, his voice thick with desire. Lina’s eyes widened in panic. “No, you can’t...”

But Wasim was already leaning down, his tongue tracing a hot path along the edge of the fabric. The sensation made her jolt, her body betraying her once again as a small gasp escaped her lips. His tongue dipped under the edge of the panties before pulling back to tease her through the thin material.
His fingers joined in, pressing against her most sensitive area through the fabric, mimicking the motions of pulling and stretching the panties. The dual stimulation was overwhelming, and Lina could feel herself growing wetter with each passing second.

“See how well they hold up?” Wasim muttered against her thigh, his breath hot against her skin. His fingers continued to rub and tease through the fabric, the friction sending waves of pleasure rippling through her body.

Lina’s hands clenched into fists as she tried to resist the inevitable, but it was no use. The sensations were too much, too intense. She could feel herself teetering on the edge, her body arching towards his touch as the climax approached.

When it hit, it was almost unbearable, a rush of heat and electricity that left her trembling from head to toe. Her panties were soaked, clinging to her skin as Wasim continued to lap at her through the fabric, tasting every drop of her arousal.

“So sweet,” he murmured, pulling back slightly to admire his handiwork. His fingers stilled for a moment before he flipped her over onto her stomach, exposing her backside to him.

“Now for the final test,” he said, his voice dripping with anticipation. His tongue pressed against the fabric covering her asshole, probing and teasing as his hands gripped her cheeks and squeezed.
Lina buried her face on the mirror, trying to muffle the sounds escaping her lips. The sensation was both foreign and electrifying, sending shivers down her spine as Wasim continued to explore her with his tongue. The fabric provided little barrier between them, and she could feel every movement of his mouth against her sensitive skin.

Her resolve was crumbling, her body responding to his touch despite her mind’s protests. The climax hit her hard this time, a wave of pleasure so intense it left her gasping for air. Her hips bucked against the wall, pressing herself against his face as she rode out the waves of ecstasy.

Wasim pulled back slightly, a satisfied smirk on his lips as he admired her writhing form. “You’re so responsive,” he said, his voice filled with admiration. His hands continued to massage her ass cheeks as he stood up behind her.
With practiced ease, he unhooked her bra and tossed it aside, leaving her upper body fully exposed. Her breasts bounced slightly as she moved, heavy and full, glistening with sweat. Wasim quickly removed his shirt and had his hard cock graze against her ass as he leaned over her.

His hands found her breasts again, cupping them as he kissed her neck tenderly. Lina could see herself in the mirror, flushed and disheveled, Wasim’s reflection looming over her like a predator ready to claim its prize.

“I cannot hold it anymore...I need to be inside of you...” he whispered into her ear, his voice thick with desire as he slid down her wet panties with ease. His cock rubbed against her ass repeatedly as he leaned forward to plant kisses along her neck and shoulders.

Lina stirred, her eyes fluttering open as she felt the tip of his cock against her entrance. She tried to wriggle away, a sense of panic washing over her. She wasn't ready for this, "Wasim, wait..." she pleaded, her voice barely a whisper. "We can't do this." She tried to squirm away, but Wasim held her firm, his grip on her hips tight as she closes her eyes.

Lina could feel herself on the brink of giving in completely to him when suddenly Jamal’s voice rang out from behind them. “The clothes are ready!” Jamal shouted at the top of his lungs.

The sudden interruption jolted Lina out of her haze. She pushed Wasim away with all her strength, scrambling off the vanity cupboard and grabbing her discarded clothing in a desperate attempt to cover herself.

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Chapter 22: Wasim & Jamal (Act 11)


Wasim quickly grabbed his clothes, buttoning it up with trembling hands as he muttered a rushed apology. He thrust the bag of clothes into Lina’s arms, avoiding her furious gaze. “Here...take it. I’m very sorry,” he stammered, his voice uncharacteristically shaky. Before she could respond, he bolted out of the room, leaving her standing there, still trembling with anger.

Lina clutched the bag tightly, her nails digging into the fabric. Her mind raced as she glared at the spot where Wasim had just been. “I’ll report this to the security officer,” she hissed under her breath, her voice low but seething. “And Rahim will hear about this too. You won’t get away with it.”

Behind the curtain, Jamal shifted uncomfortably, unsure of what had just transpired. He hesitated before stepping out, his brow furrowed with concern. “Lina?” he called softly, his eyes scanning her disheveled appearance. “What… what happened? Are you okay?”

Lina didn’t respond immediately. She took a deep breath, trying to steady herself, but the words caught in her throat. How could she explain what just happened? How could she even begin to process it? Instead, she shook her head and walked past him, her legs feeling like lead as she made her way to the counter.

Jamal followed hesitantly, keeping a respectful distance. “Lina, talk to me,” he insisted, his voice gentle but insistent. “Something’s wrong. I can see it on your face.”

She ignored him, her eyes scanning the empty shop for any sign of Wasim. He was gone, leaving behind only a small note tucked into the bag of clothes. She pulled it out, her fingers trembling as she unfolded it. The words were hastily scribbled: “Custom dresses and lingerie. Complimentary. Please forgive my earlier behavior.”

Lina crumpled the note in her fist, her anger flaring anew. Forgive him? She thought bitterly. After what he did? She shoved the note back into the bag and turned to Jamal, who was still watching her with a mixture of confusion and worry.
“I need to go to Rahim’s shop,” she said abruptly, her voice firm despite the storm raging inside her. “Now!!”

Jamal nodded quickly, sensing that this wasn’t the time to press further. “Okay,” he said gently. “I’ll take you there on my bike. Just… let me know if there’s anything else I can do.”

Lina didn’t respond, her mind already racing ahead to Rahim. She needed to see him, to feel his arms around her, to tell him everything. She followed Jamal out of the shop, clutching the bag to her chest like a shield.

As they mounted the motorcycle, Jamal glanced over his shoulder at her. “Hold on tight,” he said softly. Lina wrapped her arms around his waist, her grip tighter than usual, as if she were clinging to something solid in a world that had suddenly shifted beneath her feet.

Meanwhile, behind the scenes, Wasim was frantically dialing Kartini’s number. When she answered, he didn’t waste any time.

“It’s really bad,” he said hurriedly. “Lina’s furious. She’s going to the security officer and informing Rahim ” as he relayed the whole event to her.

Kartini cut him off with a sharp curse. “You idiot!” she snapped. “Why didn’t you make sure Jamal wasn’t there? I told you to give him the day off!”

There was a brief silence on Wasim’s end before he muttered, “I… I forgot.”
Kartini groaned in frustration. “And you gave her the dresses for free? With an apology note? Are you out of your mind?”

“I didn’t know what else to do!” Wasim protested, his voice rising in panic. “She was threatening to go to the security officer....”
“Enough!” Kartini barked, cutting him off again. “Where is she now?”
“Probably heading to Rahim’s shop,” Wasim replied sullenly.

Kartini’s mind raced. She had to act fast. She hung up on Wasim without another word and pulled out a burner phone from her purse. She dialed Rahim’s number that she had memorized it from Lina’s work emergency contact list and waited for him to pick up.

When he did, she disguised her voice slightly, affecting a tone of urgency. “Rahim? It’s… it’s Shazia, Lina’s friend from work. Look, she’s really upset with you for not being supportive about the pregnancy thing. She said she’s going back to her hometown. She’s on a bus right now and if you leave now, you can catch her at the rest stop before she goes too far.”
Rahim’s voice was tinged with alarm. “What? Why? What happened?”

Kartini quickly fabricated details to make the story sound credible. “She feels like you’re not there for her emotionally,” she said with practiced sympathy. “She mentioned something about needing space to think.”

Rahim sounded genuinely distressed. “Which rest stop? I’ll go now.”
Kartini gave him the location, then hung up, a sly smile creeping across her face. She watched from a distance as Rahim hastily closed his shop knowing the long distance ahead, scrawling a note that read “Temporarily Closed for 2 Days & Gone outstation ” before hopping on his motorcycle and speeding away.

She then drove to Rahim’s shop herself, parking her car nearby and waiting. When Jamal’s motorcycle pulled up with Lina in tow, Kartini stepped out of the shadows, pretending to be just as surprised as anyone else.

“Lina?” she called, feigning concern as she approached. “What’s going on? Why are you here?”

Lina hurried toward the shop entrance, her heart sinking as she saw the note on the door. She read it aloud, her voice trembling with disbelief. “Temporarily closed for two days and gone outstation? Where is he?”

Kartini placed a comforting hand on Lina’s shoulder. “Hey, calm down. Tell me what happened.”

Lina hesitated, then broke down, pouring out the events of the afternoon on Wasim’s inappropriate behavior, his advances, her outrage and fear. Kartini listened intently, nodding sympathetically though inwardly seething at how well her plan had unraveled.

“That’s awful,” Kartini said soothingly. “I can’t believe Wasim would do something like that. He’s always been so professional with me.”

Lina wiped away a tear, her frustration mounting as she tried Rahim’s phone again. “He’s not answering,” she whispered, her voice shaking.

Kartini quickly stepped in, taking charge. “Look, it’s late. You need somewhere safe to stay tonight.” She pulled out her phone and made a few quick calls, booking a room at a nearby hotel. “I’ve arranged a place for you,” she said firmly. “You can go to the security officer tomorrow with Rahim when he gets back.”

She handed Lina some cash for dinner and turned to Jamal. “Can you take her to the hotel? Make sure she gets there safely.”
Jamal nodded without hesitation. “Of course.”

Lina looked between them, exhaustion creeping in. “Thank you,” she murmured softly, though her mind was still reeling.
Kartini gave her a reassuring smile. “Don’t mention it. You just focus on calming down for now.” She added, "Maybe, Rahim has some business to attend...don't worry, he'll return soon"

As Jamal and Lina got back on the motorcycle, Kartini watched them go, her expression unreadable. She couldn’t help but wonder how this would all play out and whether her carefully laid plans would still manage to come together in the end.

The ride to the hotel was quiet, the hum of the engine filling the silence between them as Lina clung to Jamal’s back.

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Chapter 22: Wasim & Jamal (Act 12)


The hum of the motorcycle engine finally died down as Jamal pulled up to the hotel entrance. Lina dismounted, her legs slightly shaky from the ride. She turned to him, her voice hesitant. “Jamal, could you… come in with me? Just to check-in? I don’t feel comfortable going alone.”
Jamal hesitated, his fingers tightening around the handlebars. “I shouldn’t, Lina. It’s not proper,” he said, his voice low but unsure.

“Please,” she pressed, her brown eyes pleading. “Just to make sure everything’s okay. Maybe we could have dinner together too? I don’t want to be alone.”
He sighed, running a hand through his dark hair. “Alright. But only for a little while.”

They walked into the hotel lobby, the fluorescent lights casting a sterile glow over the space. Lina checked in, her hands trembling slightly as she signed the form. The receptionist handed her the keycard with a polite smile. “Room 304. Enjoy your stay.”

As they stepped into the elevator, Jamal glanced at her. “So, where do you stay with your husband?” he asked, trying to fill the silence.
“I stay in a flat few miles away from here,” she replied, her voice soft. “What about you? Where do you live?”
“I rent a small place in the city. Just moved here two weeks ago,” he admitted, rubbing the back of his neck. “From my village. It’s… different.”
Lina nodded, sympathy flickering in her eyes. “It must be hard, being so far from home.”
“It is,” he murmured as the elevator doors slid open.

They entered the room, and Lina immediately excused herself. “I need to take a shower. I feel… gross after today.” She didn’t wait for a response, disappearing into the bathroom.
Jamal sat on the edge of the bed, flipping through TV channels mindlessly. The sound of running water filled the room, and he tried to focus on the screen, but his thoughts wandered. He couldn’t help but think about Lina and her vulnerability, her beauty. She’s off-limits, he reminded himself sternly.

When Lina emerged from the bathroom, her hair wrapped in a towel and her body swathed in a white bathrobe, Jamal averted his eyes. She looked refreshed, her cheeks slightly flushed from the hot water. “Feel better?” he asked, keeping his tone neutral.
“Much,” she replied with a small smile. “Let’s eat.”

They sat cross-legged on the bed, unpacking the food they’d brought. As they ate, Lina asked him about his life, his family, his work, his past. Jamal answered candidly, though he avoided certain details. “I don’t have any girlfriends,” he admitted when she asked. “Girls find me… strange.”

Lina laughed softly, the sound warm and genuine. “You’re not strange, Jamal. You’re sweet. Unlike Wasim,” she added, her tone turning bitter.

Jamal winced at the mention of his boss but said nothing. They talked for hours, the conversation flowing easily despite the lingering tension between them. Then, without warning, a loud clap of thunder shook the room, followed by the pounding of heavy rain against the windows.

Jamal stood abruptly. “I should go. It’s getting late.”
Lina grabbed his arm, her grip firm but not desperate. “It’s dangerous to ride in this storm. Stay here tonight.”

His eyes widened in shock. “Lina, I can’t...”
“It’s just one night,” she insisted. “You can sleep on the other side of the bed. I trust you.”

Jamal hesitated, torn between propriety and practicality. The thought of staying in the same room as Lina was both thrilling and terrifying. “Alright,” he finally conceded.

He took a quick shower and returned to the room wearing only his boxers, his lean frame barely visible in the dim light. Lina was already in bed, the covers pulled up to her chin. Jamal hesitated before lying down on the other side, keeping as much distance as possible.

The room plunged into darkness as Lina turned off the lamp. The storm raged outside, the occasional flash of lightning illuminating the room for brief moments. Despite the narrowness of the bed, they managed to keep a respectable distance at first.

As they lay there, their conversation turned more personal. Jamal confessed his inexperience with women, his voice tinged with insecurity. “I’ve never… been with anyone,” he admitted quietly.

Lina turned to face him, though she couldn’t see him in the dark. “There’s nothing wrong with that,” she assured him. “You’re a good man, Jamal.”

Another thunderclap made her jump, and she instinctively scooted closer to him. Jamal hesitated before placing a cautious hand on her arm. “It’s okay,” he whispered. “I’m here.”

Lina relaxed slightly, feeling safe in his presence despite the storm raging outside. They drifted off to sleep, their bodies inches apart but still separate.

Hours later, Lina stirred awake, her senses immediately alert. She felt something warm pressing against her back, something hard. Her breath caught as she realized what it was. Jamal’s hips moved slightly against her, a slow rhythm that sent a jolt of warmth through her body.
She froze, her heart pounding as she felt his hands on her skin. Her bathrobe had come undone in her sleep, and his fingertips brushed against her bare shoulder, trailing down to her hip. She turned her head slightly, trying to see his face in the darkness. His eyes were closed; he was still asleep.

He’s dreaming, she thought, a mix of shock and curiosity flooding her. She considered waking him but hesitated when she heard him murmur in his sleep.

“Why… why won’t anyone want me?” he whispered brokenly. “I just want… someone like you…”

Lina’s heart ached at his words. She knew she should stop him, but something held her back...pity? Curiosity? Desire? She wasn’t sure. As Jamal’s hands continued to explore her body, she let out a soft moan, her own traitorous body responding to his touch.

His fingers brushed against her inner thigh, and she bit her lip to stifle another sound. This is wrong, she told herself, yet she couldn’t bring herself to push him away. Instead, she gently tried to guide his hands away each time they strayed too far.
But Jamal grew bolder in his sleep, his movements becoming more deliberate.

His hand cupped her breast through the thin fabric of her robe, and Lina gasped softly. She could feel his hardness pressing against her more insistently now, his hips moving with a quiet desperation.
“Jamal…” she whispered his name, half in warning, half in plea.

He didn’t respond, lost in his dreams or perhaps his desires. His hand slipped beneath her robe, his fingers brushing against her sensitive flesh. Lina’s breath hitched as he found her core, his touch tentative but unmistakable.

Her body betrayed her again, responding to his exploration with a warmth that spread through her like wildfire. She clenched her thighs together reflexively but couldn’t stop the soft gasp that escaped her lips.

Jamal murmured something unintelligible, his voice filled with longing. His fingers traced her folds with a gentleness that belied his inexperience, and Lina felt a surge of conflicting emotions of guilt, arousal, pity.

He doesn’t even know what he’s doing, she thought, her mind racing. But her body was past caring. As Jamal’s touch grew more confident, she found herself arching into him, her breaths coming faster and shallower.

“Jamal,” she whispered again, her voice trembling. “You need to wake up…”
But Jamal remained lost in his dream world, his fingers dipping deeper, coaxing sensations from her that she hadn’t expected to feel tonight

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Chapter 22: Wasim & Jamal (Act 13)


The storm outside raged on, the rhythmic drumming of rain against the windowpane blending with the heavy breaths in the room. Lina lay still, her body tense as Jamal’s fingers traced circles on her inner thighs. She clenched her eyes shut, trying to steady her breathing, but the warmth spreading through her core made it impossible to remain unaffected. His touch was slow, deliberate, and utterly relentless.

“Jamal,” she whispered, her voice barely audible over the storm. “Please...you need to stop…”

But Jamal was lost in his dream, his hand inching higher, the tips of his fingers brushing against the softness of her pussy lips. Lina’s breath hitched, and a small, involuntary moan escaped her lips. This isn’t right, she thought, her mind clouded with guilt. Yet, her body betrayed her, arching slightly into his touch as if craving more.

Jamal mumbled something incoherent, his fingers pressing gently against her entrance. It’s so soft… so wet… His words were fragmented, but they sent a jolt of heat through her. Lina bit her lip, trying to stifle the noise threatening to erupt from her throat. His fingers moved with a slow, maddening rhythm, exploring her folds as if he were mapping every inch of her.

She turned her face into the pillow, her thighs trembling as she fought the pleasure building within her. But it was no use. Each stroke sent sparks shooting through her, and soon, her legs parted ever so slightly, giving him more access. Jamal’s fingers dipped inside her, and Lina gasped, her hands gripping the sheets tightly.

“Please forgive me, Rahim,” she murmured, her voice trembling with guilt and desire. She knew she should push him away, should stop this before it went any further, but the warmth pooling in her core was too much to ignore.

Jamal’s breathing grew heavier, his movements more confident as he continued to finger her. His thumb brushed against her clit, and Lina’s back arched off the bed, a strangled moan escaping her lips. She clamped a hand over her mouth, her eyes wide with shock and pleasure as the first waves of an orgasm began to crash over her.

But just as she was about to tip over the edge, Jamal’s hand slipped away, leaving her breathless and aching. Lina let out a shaky sigh of relief, though her body protested the sudden loss of contact. She lay still for a moment, trying to calm her racing heart, but then she felt him shift beside her.

Jamal’s boxers rustled as he tugged them down, the sound barely audible over the storm. Lina froze, her breath catching in her throat as she realized what he was doing. She could hear the faint sound of his hand moving, the slickness of his arousal unmistakable. Her cheeks burned with embarrassment and arousal as she felt him nestle closer to her, his bare cock pressing against her ass through the thin fabric of her bathrobe.

The heat radiating from him was overwhelming, and Lina’s body instinctively responded, pressing back against him despite her internal struggle. Jamal’s hands moved again, this time sliding beneath her robe to cup her breasts. His touch was firm yet tender, his fingers teasing her nipples into stiff peaks. Lina’s breath quickened, her heart pounding in her chest as pleasure and guilt warred within her.

“Jamal,” she whispered again, her voice trembling. “Wake up please …”
But Jamal remained oblivious, his hips grinding against her ass as he continued to touch her. His cock was hard and insistent, and Lina could feel the heat of it even through the fabric of her robe. She knew she needed to do something, needed to stop this before it went too far, but the thought of him slipping inside her sent a surge of forbidden fear through her.

Taking a deep breath, Lina turned onto her back, hoping to create some distance between them. But Jamal followed her movement, his mouth now grazing her neck as his hands moved from exploring her body to lifting the bathrobe slightly. His cock pressed against her bare ass cheeks, the heat of it making her shiver. Lina had to do something quick.

Lina hesitated for a moment before reaching down slowly, her hand trembling as she wrapped her fingers around his length. It was warm and firm in her grasp, the veins throbbing with each beat of his heart. She gave him a tentative tug, her eyes darting to his face to make sure he was still asleep.

Jamal’s breath hitched, a soft moan escaping his lips as she began to stroke him. Lina’s own arousal grew with each movement, her pussy aching for release. She quickened her pace, her hand moving with more confidence as she felt him swell in her grasp.

“Owhh....suck it…” Jamal mumbled in his sleep, his voice thick with desire. "I want to feel your warm mouth...."

Lina froze, her heart racing as she processed his words. No, she thought, panic setting in. I can’t… But the idea sent a jolt of heat through her, and she found herself considering it to help Jamal.

With a trembling breath, Lina sat up and positioned herself between his legs under the covers. She hesitated for a moment before leaning down and pressing a tentative kiss to the tip of his cock. The taste of him was unexpected but not unpleasant.

Slowly, she took him into her mouth, the warmth and weight of him sending a rush of excitement through her. Her tongue swirled around his shaft as she began to bob her head up and down, her hand moving in sync with her mouth. Jamal’s breathing grew erratic, his hands gripping the sheets tightly as she worked him over. Lina could feel his cock throbbing in her mouth, and she knew he was close. She quickened her pace, her own arousal building as she felt him swell in readiness for his release.

With a loud groan, Jamal came undone, his hot seed spilling into her mouth in thick spurts. Lina swallowed quickly, a mixture of guilt and satisfaction flooding her as she pulled away.

Jamal’s breathing slowly evened out, a satisfied smile playing on his lips as he drifted back into a deeper sleep. Lina wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, her heart still racing as she fastened her robe and lay back down beside him.

The storm outside had calmed slightly, the rain now falling in a gentle patter against the window. Lina closed her eyes, trying to calm the storm of emotions raging within her. What have I done? she thought, as she then drifted off to sleep.