[Lordsnow]

Fatima walked back through the corridors with careful steps. The abaya covered her completely again. The veil was pinned in place. From the outside she looked the same as when she had left. Underneath, her cunt was still swollen and wet, and the taste of Sana lingered on her tongue.

She opened the door to their room.

Sameer was sitting on the bed with his phone in his hand. He looked up at once. His eyes moved over her face, then down the length of the abaya, as if he could already sense something had shifted.

Fatima closed the door and stood there for a moment. She removed the veil first and placed it on the chair. Then she opened the abaya and let it fall from her shoulders. She did not stop there. She pulled the undershirt over her head and pushed the pantaloons down until she stood naked in front of him.

Sameer sat up straighter.

“Fatima?”

She walked to the bed and sat on the edge, not touching him yet. Her voice was quiet but steady.

“I was with someone.”

Sameer went still.

“A woman,” Fatima continued. “The one who has been watching me since we arrived. Her name is Sana.”

She saw his throat move as he swallowed. His eyes dropped to her bare breasts, then lower, to the wetness that was still visible on her thighs.

“What happened?” he asked.

Fatima looked at her own hands for a second, then forced herself to keep speaking.

“She took me to her room. She put her fingers inside me. She made me come more than once. Then she sat on my face and I licked her until she came too. I can still taste her.”

Sameer’s breathing had changed. She watched the front of his trousers tighten as his cock hardened. He did not look away from her.

“Did you want it?” he asked.

“Yes.” The word came out low. “I kept telling myself I should leave. I followed her anyway. She told me to take everything off and I did. She told me to touch myself in front of her and I did. When she put her mouth on me I came so hard my legs shook.”

Sameer reached down and pressed his hand against his cock through the cloth, once, as if he could not stop himself. His voice was rough when he spoke again.

“You are still wet from her.”

“Yes.”

Fatima shifted closer on the bed. She took his hand and guided it between her legs, letting him feel the slick heat there.

“She fucked me with her fingers until I came on them. Then she made me clean them with my mouth. After that she sat on my face and used my tongue. I did not refuse her. Not once.”

Sameer’s fingers moved against her cunt, sliding through the wetness Sana had left behind. His cock was fully hard now, pushing against his trousers. He stared at Fatima’s face as if he was trying to match the modest wife he knew with the words she was saying.

“Show me,” he said.

Fatima lay back on the bed and opened her thighs. Sameer moved between them, pushed his trousers down just enough to free his cock, and pressed inside her in one thrust. She was soaked and still open from Sana’s fingers and mouth. He groaned at the feeling.

He fucked her in steady, deep strokes, eyes fixed on her face.

“You let another woman do those things to you,” he said, voice tight. “You licked her cunt. You came for her.”

“Yes.”

He drove into her harder.

“Did she taste good?”

Fatima’s breath caught. “Yes.”

Sameer’s hips moved faster. His hand gripped her thigh hard enough to leave marks. He was more worked up than she had seen him in a long time, the knowledge of what she had done feeding directly into his arousal.

“You’re going to come again,” he told her. “You’re going to come on my cock while you think about her mouth on you.”

Fatima already felt it building. The earlier orgasms with Sana had left her sensitive. Sameer’s steady thrusting pushed her over the edge quickly. Her cunt clenched around him as she came, a broken sound leaving her throat. Sameer followed almost immediately, burying himself deep and spilling inside her with a low groan.

They stayed joined for a while afterward. Sameer’s forehead rested against her shoulder. His cock twitched inside her as it softened.

Fatima stared at the ceiling. She could still feel Sana’s fingers and tongue as clearly as she felt her husband. The two sensations sat together in her body without cancelling each other out.

Sameer lifted his head and looked at her.

“Will you see her again?”

Fatima did not answer at once. When she did, her voice was quiet and honest.

“I think so.”

Sameer’s cock gave a small, involuntary twitch inside her at the words. He did not ask her to stay away. He only kept looking at her, already half hard again from the truth she had given him.

Fatima woke early.

Sameer was still asleep beside her, one arm resting across her waist. She slipped out from under it carefully and went to the bathroom. When she looked at herself in the mirror she saw the faint marks his hands had left on her thighs the night before. Between her legs she was still slick with what he had left inside her, mixed with the memory of Sana’s mouth and fingers.

She showered, then stood in front of the open cupboard for a long time. The abaya hung there, dark and familiar. Next to it was the shorter black kameez she had worn on the first day. She reached for the abaya, hesitated, and put on the kameez instead. It ended mid-thigh and left her arms bare. Underneath she wore nothing.

Sameer woke while she was pinning her hair. He watched her in silence for a moment.

“You’re not covering fully today.”

“No,” Fatima said.

He sat up. His eyes moved over her bare legs and the way the thin cloth sat on her breasts.

“Because of her.”

Fatima did not deny it.

They went down to breakfast together. The restaurant terrace was already half full. Fatima felt exposed in the shorter kameez, but she did not go back to change. She kept her back straight and her eyes mostly on her plate. Every time someone new entered she looked up before she could stop herself.

Sana appeared halfway through the meal.

She walked across the terrace in a long, fitted dress that followed the shape of her body without being open about it. She did not come to their table. She took a seat two tables away, ordered, and sat with her phone in one hand. Only once did she look up and meet Fatima’s eyes. The contact lasted a few seconds. Then she returned to her phone as if Fatima were no one in particular.

Fatima’s pulse moved into her throat. She felt her nipples tighten against the thin kameez. Sameer noticed the change in her breathing and followed her gaze. When he saw Sana he went still for a moment, then continued eating in silence. His hand settled on Fatima’s thigh under the table, high enough that his fingers rested against bare skin.

After breakfast Fatima told him she wanted to sit by the pool. Sameer said he would come with her. They found loungers near the deeper end. Fatima stretched out, the kameez riding up slightly when she moved. She made no effort to pull it down.



Sana arrived twenty minutes later.

She chose a lounger directly across the water from them. She removed her dress in one smooth motion, revealing a simple dark bikini, and lay back in the sun. She did not look toward Fatima at first. She let the minutes pass. When she finally turned her head, her eyes moved over Fatima’s bare legs and the thin cloth of the kameez with open interest.



Fatima held the gaze this time.

Sameer’s hand tightened on her thigh. He shifted in his lounger, and Fatima saw he was hard again. The knowledge that her husband was getting hard while another woman looked at her settled low in her stomach, mixing with the heat that had never fully left since the previous afternoon.

Sana stood, walked to the edge of the pool, and dove in. She swam the length of the water in clean strokes, then stopped near their side, holding the edge with one hand. Water ran down her face and shoulders. She looked directly at Fatima.



“You’re wearing less today,” she said, voice low enough that only they could hear.

Fatima’s mouth was dry.

“Yes.”

Sana’s eyes flicked to Sameer for a brief moment, then back to Fatima.

“Does he know what you did in my room?”

Fatima felt Sameer go completely still beside her.

“Yes,” she answered. “I told him.”

Something like approval moved through Sana’s expression. She pulled herself up out of the water and stood on the deck, dripping, close enough that Fatima could see the small tattoo between her breasts clearly for the first time. The word was small but sharp against her skin.

SLUT.

Fatima’s eyes locked on it. Sana made no attempt to hide the tattoo. She simply stood there and let Fatima look.


“I’ll be in my room this evening,” Sana said. “After nine. The door will not be locked. You already know what that means.”

She picked up her dress and walked away toward the far wing without waiting for an answer, leaving wet footprints on the stone.

Fatima stared after her. The tattoo stayed fixed in her mind. Sameer’s hand was still on her thigh, gripping harder now. When she finally looked at him his eyes were dark and his cock was clearly hard against his shorts.

“You’re going,” he said. It was not a question.

Fatima’s voice came out quiet but certain.

“Yes.”

She stayed on the lounger with the sun on her bare legs and the image of the word tattooed between Sana’s breasts turning over and over in her head, already knowing how the evening would end.