12-11-2024, 09:47 AM
Over the next few days, Aisha tried to push their last exchange out of her mind, but the more she tried to avoid thinking about it, the more her father-in-law’s words lingered, demanding her attention. Just when she had convinced herself she could handle this arrangement on her terms, a new message from him lit up her screen.
“Aisha, if we’re going to make this work, we’ll need to be fully committed. One meeting here and there won’t be enough. We have to make sure there’s time for… consistency.”
Her hands tightened around the phone as she read. He was pushing further than they’d discussed. Biting her lip, she replied with a carefully measured tone.
“We agreed this would be… limited. Just enough to make it happen, no more. I think once or twice a week is more than enough.”
There was a pause before his response came through, almost as if he were choosing his words deliberately.
“Aisha, we’re taking a risk here, and we both want results, don’t we? That can’t be guaranteed with only occasional effort. To make this work as quickly as possible, we need more… commitment. Perhaps a few days in a row, even a small trip somewhere out of reach, just the two of us. It’s the best way to make this succeed.”
Aisha’s heart raced. A trip? Days in a row? She didn’t want this to spiral out of control, but she knew her bargaining position was limited. She closed her eyes and replied.
“A trip isn’t necessary. I’ll make myself available more often, but I have a home and responsibilities to manage. I can’t just… leave.”
But deep down, Aisha knew he was maneuvering her into more than she’d initially agreed to.
Aisha’s decision to make herself available more often seemed to fuel her father-in-law’s confidence. He began to suggest opportunities, subtle yet bold, to bring their arrangement into their everyday lives rather than restricting it to planned encounters.
One morning, her phone buzzed with his message just as dawn was breaking.
“Good morning, Aisha. If you’re awake, why don’t you come downstairs for a bit? It’s early, no one will notice.”
Her heart skipped a beat as she read his words, the audacity of his suggestion catching her off guard. She hesitated, then replied cautiously.
“We said we would be discreet. It’s too risky. We should keep to our usual times.”
His response was quick and casual, as though he were merely offering her tea.
“It’s only risky if we let it be. Just think of it as being proactive, making the most of our time. The more often we try, the better our chances, don’t you think?”
Aisha’s breath hitched. She was torn, feeling the weight of his pressure mingling with her own desperation to avoid the looming threat of a second wife. It was practical, she told herself, yet his eagerness was unsettling. She replied hesitantly.
“Fine. But only when no one is around, and only if it truly gives us a better chance.”
The next few days set a pattern. Early mornings, occasional afternoons, and late nights when everyone was asleep—he continued to press for these moments, seizing each opportunity with subtle but unmistakable flirtation.
One evening as they lingered near the back of the house, he leaned closer than usual, his voice low and teasing.
“You know, Aisha, I always admired your determination. I never imagined it would be this enjoyable to… help you fulfill that determination.”
She stiffened, his tone catching her off guard. She drew a line firmly, her voice controlled yet defiant.
“We agreed this was about a child. Nothing else. I’m here only for that reason.”
He raised an eyebrow, his smile both amused and calculating.
“Of course. But you don’t have to pretend it’s not pleasant. You’re here by choice, after all.”
Her stomach churned as she resisted the unsettling sensation his words left behind. She forced herself to stay composed, meeting his gaze squarely.
“I’m here because you and I both know what’s at stake. Let’s not complicate things.”
His laughter was low, carrying an edge of satisfaction, but he nodded, as though indulging her resistance.
“As you wish, Aisha. I’ll wait until you feel differently.”
Each time they met, he grew bolder, but Aisha clung to her resolve, determined to keep him from taking more than she was willing to give, even as she found herself ensnared in the arrangement she had reluctantly accepted.
As the days went on, Aisha noticed a shift in her father-in-law’s behavior. What had begun as subtle touches soon turned into lingering hands and brazen gestures. Every time they found themselves alone, he’d press closer, his hands finding her waist, his arms wrapping around her in long hugs that felt nothing like family. His hands grew bolder, roaming her body, fingers pressing gently but firmly over her curves, her resistance wavering each time as he asserted his control.
One evening, as she was preparing tea in the kitchen, she felt his presence behind her. His hands slipped around her waist, pulling her back into his chest, his fingers pressing into her sides. Aisha tensed, but before she could protest, he leaned down, his lips brushing over her ear, his voice a low whisper.
“You know, Aisha, you’re so much more than I imagined. I never realized how… captivating you could be.”
He let his hands roam up to her chest, pressing his palms against her as he held her firmly. She felt his breath warm on her neck, his mouth trailing dangerously close to her shoulder. Aisha fought to keep her composure, knowing how close she was to her goal but also feeling her boundaries dissolve more quickly than she had anticipated.
The realization struck her: If this is the only way, then I need to end it as soon as possible. The longer this went on, the more she felt herself losing control, slipping into his expectations. She stiffened in his embrace, reluctantly allowing him this closeness, silently urging herself to bear it.
“Let’s… just do what we need to,” she said, her tone more pleading than assertive. “The sooner I’m pregnant, the sooner this arrangement ends.”
He only smiled, as though sensing her urgency was more an opportunity than a plea.
“Then let’s not waste any more time, Aisha. The more we try, the sooner you’ll have what you want… and perhaps, what you need.”
Aisha braced herself, resigning to each touch, each moment alone with him, determined to end this quickly.
When her mother in law went to shop and husband to masjid father in law ran towards Aisha to claim and it's not the first time he is fucking her as he fucked her once but didn't cum . He moved to her room and she was standing in burqa and Abaya just returned from outside as she went out to run an errand only to return after her husband left home
When Aisha returned from running errands, she barely had time to settle before she heard footsteps approaching her room. She turned and found her father-in-law standing in the doorway, his eyes focused intently on her. His gaze traveled over her form, still wrapped in her burqa and abaya, a reminder of the world outside where her dignity and composure were intact. But here, in the privacy of their home, he had made it clear what he wanted.
She swallowed, nerves tingling as she took a step back.
“You should go,” she said, her voice low but firm, hoping that her tone might remind him of the boundaries she so carefully tried to set.
He didn’t reply immediately, but his gaze held her in place as he moved closer, closing the space between them.
“Aisha,” he murmured, his voice soft but insistent. “We both know what needs to be done.”
Aisha’s pulse quickened as he drew near, his hands reaching out to gently grasp her shoulders through the fabric of her abaya. She could feel the warmth of his hands, even through the layers, as his touch lingered. His persistence felt unyielding, a constant pressure she couldn’t seem to escape.
“I won’t keep waiting,” he added, his hands moving down her arms, tracing the fabric as though he was claiming her with each movement. “We’ve come this far. Don’t turn away now.”
She closed her eyes for a moment, steadying herself. Her mind raced with all the reasons she shouldn’t be here, shouldn’t allow this to happen. Yet each reason felt distant in the face of her mounting desperation to resolve the situation once and for all.
“Fine,” she whispered, her voice barely audible. “But remember, this is only until… only until it’s done.”
He smiled, that knowing look crossing his face as he continued to hold her, a mixture of triumph and satisfaction. The line she had drawn seemed increasingly faint with each encounter, but for now, she braced herself, hoping that each step she took would bring her one step closer to reclaiming her control.
“Aisha, if we’re going to make this work, we’ll need to be fully committed. One meeting here and there won’t be enough. We have to make sure there’s time for… consistency.”
Her hands tightened around the phone as she read. He was pushing further than they’d discussed. Biting her lip, she replied with a carefully measured tone.
“We agreed this would be… limited. Just enough to make it happen, no more. I think once or twice a week is more than enough.”
There was a pause before his response came through, almost as if he were choosing his words deliberately.
“Aisha, we’re taking a risk here, and we both want results, don’t we? That can’t be guaranteed with only occasional effort. To make this work as quickly as possible, we need more… commitment. Perhaps a few days in a row, even a small trip somewhere out of reach, just the two of us. It’s the best way to make this succeed.”
Aisha’s heart raced. A trip? Days in a row? She didn’t want this to spiral out of control, but she knew her bargaining position was limited. She closed her eyes and replied.
“A trip isn’t necessary. I’ll make myself available more often, but I have a home and responsibilities to manage. I can’t just… leave.”
But deep down, Aisha knew he was maneuvering her into more than she’d initially agreed to.
Aisha’s decision to make herself available more often seemed to fuel her father-in-law’s confidence. He began to suggest opportunities, subtle yet bold, to bring their arrangement into their everyday lives rather than restricting it to planned encounters.
One morning, her phone buzzed with his message just as dawn was breaking.
“Good morning, Aisha. If you’re awake, why don’t you come downstairs for a bit? It’s early, no one will notice.”
Her heart skipped a beat as she read his words, the audacity of his suggestion catching her off guard. She hesitated, then replied cautiously.
“We said we would be discreet. It’s too risky. We should keep to our usual times.”
His response was quick and casual, as though he were merely offering her tea.
“It’s only risky if we let it be. Just think of it as being proactive, making the most of our time. The more often we try, the better our chances, don’t you think?”
Aisha’s breath hitched. She was torn, feeling the weight of his pressure mingling with her own desperation to avoid the looming threat of a second wife. It was practical, she told herself, yet his eagerness was unsettling. She replied hesitantly.
“Fine. But only when no one is around, and only if it truly gives us a better chance.”
The next few days set a pattern. Early mornings, occasional afternoons, and late nights when everyone was asleep—he continued to press for these moments, seizing each opportunity with subtle but unmistakable flirtation.
One evening as they lingered near the back of the house, he leaned closer than usual, his voice low and teasing.
“You know, Aisha, I always admired your determination. I never imagined it would be this enjoyable to… help you fulfill that determination.”
She stiffened, his tone catching her off guard. She drew a line firmly, her voice controlled yet defiant.
“We agreed this was about a child. Nothing else. I’m here only for that reason.”
He raised an eyebrow, his smile both amused and calculating.
“Of course. But you don’t have to pretend it’s not pleasant. You’re here by choice, after all.”
Her stomach churned as she resisted the unsettling sensation his words left behind. She forced herself to stay composed, meeting his gaze squarely.
“I’m here because you and I both know what’s at stake. Let’s not complicate things.”
His laughter was low, carrying an edge of satisfaction, but he nodded, as though indulging her resistance.
“As you wish, Aisha. I’ll wait until you feel differently.”
Each time they met, he grew bolder, but Aisha clung to her resolve, determined to keep him from taking more than she was willing to give, even as she found herself ensnared in the arrangement she had reluctantly accepted.
As the days went on, Aisha noticed a shift in her father-in-law’s behavior. What had begun as subtle touches soon turned into lingering hands and brazen gestures. Every time they found themselves alone, he’d press closer, his hands finding her waist, his arms wrapping around her in long hugs that felt nothing like family. His hands grew bolder, roaming her body, fingers pressing gently but firmly over her curves, her resistance wavering each time as he asserted his control.
One evening, as she was preparing tea in the kitchen, she felt his presence behind her. His hands slipped around her waist, pulling her back into his chest, his fingers pressing into her sides. Aisha tensed, but before she could protest, he leaned down, his lips brushing over her ear, his voice a low whisper.
“You know, Aisha, you’re so much more than I imagined. I never realized how… captivating you could be.”
He let his hands roam up to her chest, pressing his palms against her as he held her firmly. She felt his breath warm on her neck, his mouth trailing dangerously close to her shoulder. Aisha fought to keep her composure, knowing how close she was to her goal but also feeling her boundaries dissolve more quickly than she had anticipated.
The realization struck her: If this is the only way, then I need to end it as soon as possible. The longer this went on, the more she felt herself losing control, slipping into his expectations. She stiffened in his embrace, reluctantly allowing him this closeness, silently urging herself to bear it.
“Let’s… just do what we need to,” she said, her tone more pleading than assertive. “The sooner I’m pregnant, the sooner this arrangement ends.”
He only smiled, as though sensing her urgency was more an opportunity than a plea.
“Then let’s not waste any more time, Aisha. The more we try, the sooner you’ll have what you want… and perhaps, what you need.”
Aisha braced herself, resigning to each touch, each moment alone with him, determined to end this quickly.
When her mother in law went to shop and husband to masjid father in law ran towards Aisha to claim and it's not the first time he is fucking her as he fucked her once but didn't cum . He moved to her room and she was standing in burqa and Abaya just returned from outside as she went out to run an errand only to return after her husband left home
When Aisha returned from running errands, she barely had time to settle before she heard footsteps approaching her room. She turned and found her father-in-law standing in the doorway, his eyes focused intently on her. His gaze traveled over her form, still wrapped in her burqa and abaya, a reminder of the world outside where her dignity and composure were intact. But here, in the privacy of their home, he had made it clear what he wanted.
She swallowed, nerves tingling as she took a step back.
“You should go,” she said, her voice low but firm, hoping that her tone might remind him of the boundaries she so carefully tried to set.
He didn’t reply immediately, but his gaze held her in place as he moved closer, closing the space between them.
“Aisha,” he murmured, his voice soft but insistent. “We both know what needs to be done.”
Aisha’s pulse quickened as he drew near, his hands reaching out to gently grasp her shoulders through the fabric of her abaya. She could feel the warmth of his hands, even through the layers, as his touch lingered. His persistence felt unyielding, a constant pressure she couldn’t seem to escape.
“I won’t keep waiting,” he added, his hands moving down her arms, tracing the fabric as though he was claiming her with each movement. “We’ve come this far. Don’t turn away now.”
She closed her eyes for a moment, steadying herself. Her mind raced with all the reasons she shouldn’t be here, shouldn’t allow this to happen. Yet each reason felt distant in the face of her mounting desperation to resolve the situation once and for all.
“Fine,” she whispered, her voice barely audible. “But remember, this is only until… only until it’s done.”
He smiled, that knowing look crossing his face as he continued to hold her, a mixture of triumph and satisfaction. The line she had drawn seemed increasingly faint with each encounter, but for now, she braced herself, hoping that each step she took would bring her one step closer to reclaiming her control.
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