Testimony Of Hameeda - Part 31
Lemme tell you something. This is not the present I tell you in this story. It has been a few years since all these happened to me. Though this story seems so long with over 30 parts by now, it is just what happened in a time span of less than 2 weeks. Yeah…that 2 weeks were the most important of my life, I would say, because they changed my life. They turned my life to the path it was supposed to go. Where I am now, what I am doing, with whom I am living, is not important yet. But now I am a woman in my middle age, or my 30s, having kids as well. Wherever I have ended up, I can look back at my life happily, because of where I have ended up. My present life sometimes seems harder but yet, I am happy with this, happier than what I received earlier. Yeah…so, shall we move back to the story? He woke me up at 5am. I woke up lazily. -hi hameeda- -hey imad…when is the time now?- -5am…i guess you gotta go home today. Omar is coming…or already has come!- -no he must be still on the way. He did not even call me- -I guess you should call him anyway…call him now- -woo…!- I got the call. He answered. -hey Omar, where are you?- -oh I am still here, hameeda. It will be evening when I come back home- I talked him about other stuff. He said he has some plans to have some bedtime fun with me when he comes back..yuck! Who is he to even think so? I lazily responded okay, said goodbye and dropped the call. I looked at imad again. -what did he say?- -he said he will not be back till the evening. Has plans to fuck me as well…yuck! I am done with him, really- He was looking at me like astonished. I guess he did not expect that from me. He said, -hameeda, why should you talk to him like that? Looks like you are having a serious issue with him- -no imad…just family problems- -hameeda, you cannot lie to me! You have a problem with him. Tell me, what is it?- I could no longer hide it to him. I said what happened that night, when omar threatened me to have sex with him. That was no longer a problem to me anyway. What was gone was gone, but that made me hate Omar. Imad calmly listened to me and finally, asked me, -so, what are you gonna do about this? Go to authorities?- -I cannot do that, imad. Our religious authorities do not allow a woman to file a law suit against her husband- -damn…okay, well I guess he would not be that rough with you next time, if you do not completely reject him. I mean, you accept him and ask him to go slow on you, so that soon you will adapt to him, I promise- -hmm…let us try that at least…what an asshole he is!- -well, the gym will be open at 7am. We have 2 hours so, shall we have breakfast, wash ourselves, study for a while and…go to gym?- -imad, I do not know what Omar will say about this?- -he allowed you to have swimming lessons…with me!- -oh hell…he did not know it was with you. And he never knew what kinda swimming lesson it actually was!- -well…anyway, get dressed. We gotta have breakfast- After we had the breakfast, we had a wash together. After that, we started studying and at 6.45, he called me. -hameeda, if we depart now, we will be there on time. Your suit us here as well. Come on- I smiled at him and departed with him. When we were in the gym, he asked me to do some exercises to my arms and legs. After them, we washed ourselves in the particular bathrooms…if we tried to get together sexually, we would be caught and…finished! After we were washed, I dried myself, got back dressed and went outside. -ss…- I heard from the upstairs. I looked back. Imad was up there where we once secretly had sex in the gym. I knew why but we went there anyway. -imad, what are you gonna do now? I gotta go home soon- I jokingly blamed him as soon as I was up there. He took me in his hands and kissed my lips once and said, -well, maybe he will be there by the time you reach there so…i thought I should prepare you for that. Come on- He pulled me to a wall and started kissing my lips, holding my arms against the wall. I guess he wanted me a little bit submissive, though. But I had no problem submitting to imad. My problem was submitting to Omar. While kissing me, he pulled up and removed my shirt, unclipped and removed my bra and started massaging my boobs. I had my eyes closed and hands on his. I was enjoying his touch. He kept massaging but for some reason, he was not gonna eat them. -imad…why are you not eating them?- -well, the smell of the saliva might expose us to Omar. I cannot risk that- He was right. I let him keep doing it. After a while, he pulled down both my denim and panty an the same time, completely making me nude. After that, he stood up and started taking over his suits, which I was looking at with astonishment. After he also got completely nude, he knelt in front of me and started eating my pussy. I was moaning lightly, because loud moans could have exposed us. After a while, he said, -looks like you are enough wet now. My cock is hard enough as well. So, let us try a new position- -imad, if I go home neutralized and Omar wants me, I will be in trouble- -nothing to worry. I will not neutralize you. I will send you horny. Trust me- He smiled at me, hugged me again and started kissing my lips again, turning me on to my maximum. Then, he laid me on a nearby bed, and face to face, came above me and said, -now, put one of your calves against my buttock…and your hands on my neck…that is it. This is called the quicker picker upper, or the pillow drive…here, keep this pillow below your buttocks…that is it- I put the pillow he gave where he asked me to. He said, -this is a good upper body exercise for me and…little variety if missionary position as well- What is missionary position? He had never mentioned me earlier. He smiled and said, -well, missionary is the most common sex position. Omar must have been with you like that- Now I had a slight idea. He said, -here I go!- He started fucking me.