The first of the morning light is trying to come through the curtains, while the last of the night glow disappears. You feel my lips nibbling on your ear.

“Aliyah, good morning,” I whisper.

You are lying on your side, and I am lying behind you, my body right up against yours. My heat warms you and you wriggle a little but still not able to open your eyes. I kiss you on your neck and you can feel my breath on your skin as I speak.

“I love you.”

I keep kissing you as our naked skin maintains contact. My kisses start to move down your back. I keep kissing your shoulder blades and then the middle of your back. I slowly wriggle my body further down and I keep kissing you down either side of your spine, and you start feeling yourself waking up, wanting to wake up. You try to turn round but I hold your waist to stop you rotating. My kisses have now reached your lower back and my hands squeeze your waist as I move further down.

You can now feel my lips on your ass cheeks, and I let out a soft moan as I bite your ass cheeks. I lick and kiss your skin as my hands move around your waist, one from across the top and one from under you. I hug you tight around your ass. My hands are either side of your luscious and lovely pussy. I cannot help but move my hands closer. You feel my fingers touch your lips and you let out a soft gasp. I slowly rub your lips, side to side, round and round, up and down… but slowly. I maintain the same pace as I keep rubbing you and I continue kissing you on your ass cheeks. I gently bite and lick your skin as my fingers continue to rub your pussy lips, but I stay away from your clit. Your breathing starts to get deeper and longer, as you start to squirm a little side to side.

I pull you onto your back and position myself in between your legs. I have been under the blanket all this time and so, I start to feel hot, beads of sweat forming on my forehead. You realise what I am about to do and you open your legs. I move closer and let my tongue lay against your pussy lips. I start flicking side to side as I move my tongue up. I continue flicking your lips and my head continues moving higher until you feel my flick against your clit. You gasp, this time louder. Much louder. I seal my lips around your clit and let my tongue press against it and I start moving my tongue in circles whilst applying the pressure against your clit. I suck at your clit, and then start flicking my tongue up and down. You suddenly gasp as your back arches and you moan loudly. You start breathing quick and shallow breaths as you orgasm. I sense the sudden increase of moistness around your pussy, and I smile. I slowly lick the additional nectar you have released, and I can’t help but let you know how I feel.

“Your pussy tastes fucking sublime!”

I kiss you around your pussy. On your inner thigh, on your mound, in your joint, around your hips, your stomach and I roll to your side as I wriggle back up. I kiss your nipple, suck and lick it for a few long moments, and I wriggle right up to your face. Your eyes are open and you look at me looking at you.

“Good morning, Aliyah” I say and lean forward to kiss you. You put your hand up to my lips to stop me.

“Shah, why you stopped? What are you playing at?” you whisper.

I smile. I kiss you and tell you that it’s time for me to get up. I must go to work in a little while. We lay there kissing each other’s lips… hugging and cuddling. You reach down with your hand and feel me and smile as your hand wraps around my hard cock.

“No fucking way am I letting you go to work like this!” and before I can say anything, you jump on top of me and grab my cock as you slide on.

You gasp as I enter you and I moan as your pussy envelopes me. I reach up to hold your breasts, but you grab my hands and pin them down either side of my head. You lean forward and kiss me hard as you start to ride me. Up and down. Slowly at first but you quickly start increasing your speed. I can feel how wet you are, and this makes me even more turned on. I want to change positions, but you won’t let me. I moan and tell you that I am not going be able to last long. You stop, lean down and kiss me again, but this time you bite my lip.

“You want your spicy slut to slow down?” you ask me, with a sparkle in your eye.

I nod my head. You smile as you lean back up and continue to ride me but you start bouncing on me even more quicker. The sight of your breasts rising up and falling back down drives me insane. Your ass cheeks are slapping against my thighs as you repeat the same thing over and over again to me.

“Give me your cum! Give me your cum!” you keep repeating.

You go quicker, faster, like some possessed creature from the wild.

“Aliyah, Aliyah!!” and I let out a growling, guttural groan as my body stiffens.

You seeing my face contort, hearing the sounds I am making and feeling my cock throb as I cum fast forwards you to your own orgasm, not realising how close you are yourself. You lean down and hug me as we both keep cumming for what feels like the longest minutes ever.

You fall to the side, landing on the bed and you stay like that, letting your eyes close. You allow your breathing to calm down as I roll over to you and kiss you.

“I love you like more than love itself, more than the weight of Mount Everest, in a quantity more than the drops of water in the oceans of the world… like, I love you a lot!” I say, with dreamy eyes.

You giggle. We lay just looking at each other. I keep touching your face and your hair and your ears. You keep running your fingers through my hair and down my nose. Having had a long running relationship online, we had stayed committed to each other for a long time. I never believed true love could happen without two people physically meeting but you proved me wrong as I fell in love with you pretty heavily. I was married at the time and you knew I would never leave my wife but I always told you that if my life changed in anyway which allowed me to be with you, I would not hesitate. As fate would have it, a few months later, my wife passed away after a short illness. A few months later, we met for the first time. The rest, as they say, is history.

I tell you that I need to get up and get ready for work. You grab onto my arm and pull me to you and tell me not to go. I look at you.

“Baby girl! You know I have to go. Let me go with a smile because you know I won’t be happy otherwise all day.”

You kiss my hand and let me go. I sit on the edge of the bed, naked. I look back at you and smile. I quickly grab my nightwear from the bedside table drawer.

“Uh, uh! No! Walk naked!” you command.

You know my insecurities run deep and you have never stopped forcing me to do this. You want me to be comfortable in front of you but you don’t realise this is something which I will never be comfortable with. You have a body of a model, whereas I would model nothing but shoes because of my larger size. I sit there, shaking my head but I love you and I would never say no. I let the nightwear fall to the bed, I get up naked whilst looking at you with a hint of shyness, and I walk to the bathroom. You keep looking at me as I walk up to the ensuite bathroom door. Just before I enter, you call me.

“Shah. I love you. I love all of you!” and you blow me a kiss. I smile and walk inside.

As I am showering, you get up and put on your dressing gown and walk to the kitchen on the other side of the apartment. You quickly make me some coffee and you put a slice of bread down to toast. As you are waiting for the water to boil in the kettle, you get shocked by the feel of my hands grabbing you around your waist. I never cease to amaze you with the way I can silently come up behind you, ninja-like, without you hearing a sound. You put your hands over mine and lean your head back onto my chest. I kiss your temple and then your neck. You lean forward to pop up the toast and put some margarine on it. You can smell my fragrance, your favourite one - Stronger with You by Armani - and you turn around to kiss me.

“Here’s your coffee and toast!” and I kiss you.

We talk about idle things like household shopping and what time I will be coming back from work. I tell you it might be a little late because of some international meetings I have so because of the time difference, I may have to stay a little later. You are not happy but you stay quiet, knowing you can’t get in the way of me and my work. I finish my coffee and toast and get up to walk over to the door. I turn around and ask you to come to me. As you walk up to me, I reach out to hold your face in my hands and I kiss you.

“The day you came into my life, I started living. Thank you, God and thank you, Mrs Aliyah Siddiqi!” and I kiss you again. You smile and kiss me back. I open the door and leave, the door closing behind me and my fragrance lingering in the hallway. You look at the door for a second or 2 before accepting that I am gone. You turn around and look at the apartment and start planning your day.

Having had your breakfast earlier, you go out for your morning walk around the local park. You cherish your morning walk as it helps you focus and also helps you get over the fact that you want to spend every minute with me. We both feel like we lost so much time during our years of long-distance loving that we agreed that we would always give each other as much of our time as we could. You come back after sometime and walk into the apartment. You start getting undressed to have your shower when the phone pings. You run over to the phone and pick it up, excitedly.

What are you doing, Baby girl?

You smile and reply.

Just had my walk. I am going to have a shower now. Why?

You wait for my reply but nothing comes for a few seconds and you put the phone down.

You walk over to the bedroom and take your hijab off. I have never said anything about you wearing the hijab as I believe it is your decision. Being Muslim, we both understand the religious implications and therefore, I quietly feel proud you subscribe to the hijab. I have told you a number of times that I love the fact that there is something other than your nakedness that you keep only for me. I love your hair. I adore your hair. It turns me on so much to see you take your hijab off and the way your hair falls loose gives me goosebumps all over. You remove your pink hoodie and wriggle out of your sports pants. Just then, the phone pings again.

Have you got undressed yet?

You feel your face blush and you giggle.

Shah!!!! What do you mean?

We normally exchange naughty messages during the day but it never gets old or boring. Each time, it makes you heat up and want to ask me to come home straight away. Another ping.

Stand in front of the mirror, Aliyah!

We have a long mirror in the bedroom on the wall opposite to the ensuite bathroom. You walk up to the mirror and msg back saying you are standing there.

What do you see?

You close your eyes as you almost feel like I am standing behind you, whispering in your ears. You swallow hard as you type.

I see me, very inappropriately undressed right now so may I go and have my shower?

Who you are looking at now, that is my sexy bitch, my spicy slut… and I want you to show her to me. Send me a pic, now!

You feel your cheeks burning up and you look at yourself in the mirror. What does he see in me? Why does he see what he sees and yet I don’t? You are in your pink sports bra and matching panties. You take a pic and send it to me, excited to see what I might say. After a minute or 2, your phone pings.

My beautiful, sexy bitch! Fuck! I want to come home right now and take the rest of that of your body! Dayam! Wish I didn’t have a meeting to go to right now. I would be doing things with you right now. Fuck! OK. Go on, go and have your shower!

You love how every now and then, I just do something to make you feel like you do right now. You close your eyes to let the feeling linger a while longer as it starts developing into a longing for me to come home. You walk over to the bathroom and take the rest of the clothing off and walk into the shower cubicle. It is a large shower, easily accommodating two people, as we have discovered many times since moving into the apartment. As you stand there having your shower, you remember that I had been having my shower not so long ago and you smile. You let the water hit your face. You feel the water hit your skin, and it runs down your body, giving you tingles all over. You pour some Vanilla Cream shower gel into your hand and start rubbing the soapy solution around your body. Starting at your neck, you let your hands run down your neck, and across to your shoulders. Your hands feel different on your skin because of the soap. You close your eyes and imagine they are my hands. ‘My’ hands move to your breasts and slowly circle around them, going into the folds under your breasts and back up. ‘My’ hands go over your nipples and you realise how sensitive you are feeling because I have turned you on from the earlier messages. You are missing me and you want me to be there right now. You close your eyes and let ‘my’ hands move down between your legs… and you moan.

After having had your longer than normal shower, you get into some fresh clothes and you go over to the laptop. You start browsing the website for the local supermarket online shop, whilst thinking about what we are going to eat. You look and you suddenly feel so tired with the idea of cooking. You message me that you don’t want to cook today. I reply.

That’s actually perfect because I would have messaged in a while to tell you not to. Lets go somewhere to eat tonight.

You love surprises! You ask me where we would go and I message me back saying that I haven’t actually decided yet but I would let you know. You are now full of anticipation and keep thinking about where I might be taking you.

Please give me some idea where so I can dress appropriately. I’d hate to go somewhere without the right kind of clothes.

You wait for a response from me but none comes. You can see that I haven’t even seen the message so you console yourself with the possibility that I must be busy. You start looking through your clothes to see what options you might choose depending on the kind of restaurant I might suggest. After about 30 minutes, you look around yourself. All your clothes are lying all over the bed and you realise what a mess you have made and you start laughing. You are just about to start putting away your clothes when the phone rings. You drop the clothes in your hands and run to it, hoping it is me. The call is from Aramex, saying that there is a delivery on it’s way to the apartment. All deliveries are collected by the front desk reception to the apartment block so residents can collect direct from the mailroom. You are a little curious as to what the delivery might be as you have not ordered anything and it is normally you who does all the online shopping. The curiosity gets the better of you and you put on your shoes and walk out of the apartment. As you wait for the lift, you look at your phone. I have still not seen the messages you sent and you feel a little annoyed. The lift arrives, you get in and press the button for ground floor where reception is.

You arrive and walk over to the front desk and tell the receptionist that you were told that there would be a delivery. The woman walks into the back office and comes back with an envelope. She hands it over and you look at the letter. It has my name on it. You turn it over and look at the address at the back. It is from some travel agent. You dial me on the phone but I don’t pick up. You are curious as to why there would be a letter from a travel agent and yet you know nothing about any upcoming trips. You haven’t heard from me for a while and now this letter. You are tempted to open it but you resist the temptation knowing it is a letter addressed to me. But I am his wife, you think to yourself. I should be able to open anything that is his, shouldn’t I? Before you answer your own question, you start tearing open the letter.

2 flight tickets to Qatar!

Initially, you are overwhelmed with excitement but this quickly fades away. A few months ago, I had come home from work and told you I had to leave immediately for Spain due to an emergency situation with one of the suppliers. You were devastated that I was leaving but again, you didn’t want to get in between me and my work. Just as the unexpected separation was starting to get really unbearable, I returned as it was only for one night. You had thought about whether I had told you the real reason for going but you had quickly knocked that thought out of your head.

When we had first started our relationship, it had been after us spending a few hours together on a website called Lush. During those early chats, I had shared with you very intimate and detailed accounts of what I used to do during lunchtimes. I called those visits I made to various women ‘one-lunch stands’ as opposed to one-night stands. So you knew early on that I had some form of uncontrollable need to fuck women which you found a serious turn on. However, I had explained how my wife was the only woman I had ever had a real relationship with and that I had committed to her very early on. Whether I had a real spark with her, I didn’t really know. Well, clearly I didn’t as evidenced by my need to ‘eat lunch out’ so frequently. You had convinced yourself that the way I loved you, and the fact that I had gotten all those demons out of my system would mean I would dedicate the rest of my life to you.

You now stand there with doubt brewing in your mind. You ring me again and this time, you wait until the phone rings out to voicemail.

“Shah! Where are you? Why am I holding 2 flight tickets to Qatar in my hands? I need you to explain this to me… you have to explain to me what is going on!” and with tears in your eyes, you disconnect the call.

You start walking to the lift and press the floor number to our apartment. The lift arrives and you step in. As soon as you are inside, on your own, your tears start flowing more. Your mind is racing with thoughts which are making you more and more upset. Who are these tickets for? Why is Shah not answering his phone? The lift arrives and you walk to the apartment and open the door. Just as you close the door, a hand grabs you around your waist and another covers your mouth.

“Before we leave for Qatar, Aliyah Siddiqi, I am going to fuck you right here, right now!”

The relief leaves you feeling faint. I push you up against the wall, and your face turns and presses against the wall. I am pressing into you from behind and you can tell that I am really, really wanting to do this. It makes you weak at your knees, and you suddenly want me to do this to you so bad.

“Then fuck me, Shah!” and you push your hand down and back between my legs. You can feel the hardness in my trousers, and you suddenly want it in your mouth. But I am not letting you move. I am kissing your neck, almost biting it. You are wearing a thin top and I am trying to take it off you. I am struggling but you don’t offer to help. You are enjoying the grunting sounds I am making, the desperate way in which I am behaving. Suddenly, I growl… like an angry dog. That’s when you hear the tear. I have torn your top around your neck.

“I am sorry! Well, I might as well carry on now!” and I pull at the top even harder.

It rips more, and it is almost falling off your shoulder. I kiss your neck, your ear, down to your shoulder. I lick all the way down to your shoulder and the wet strip feels cold as my breath hits. I lick around your shoulder, biting you. You wince at the slight pain, but you are enjoying being pinned against the wall and being taken. You are feeling more and more horny and unsurprisingly, you feel wet. I rip the top completely off you. You are now exposed in your bra and leggings. I kiss your back, your shoulder blades, my hand is still around your neck pressing you against the wall. But my other hand is now free, having just ripped the top off of you. You look down and see it lying in a crumpled pile. Oh well, you think to yourself. That is worth every second of what he has done so far.

I suddenly twirl you around and pin your back to the wall with my hand around your throat. I am careful to not squeeze your throat with my grip. It’s more to secure you against the wall. You look at my eyes looking at your body, your breasts, your face, your eyes.

“I don’t know what it is about you, Aliyah, but every now and then, you make me feel like I haven’t fucked you before. And when I feel like this, hmmmmmm, I feel like I wanna fuck you for the first time!” and I push my hands inside your leggings and inside your panties.

“Fuck! You are wet!” and I let my fingers push between your pussy lips.

You moan as you feel my finger push, and then gasp as I push my finger inside you. I slowly push and pull my finger as I let your wetness cover it. I slowly push it further in each time I push until after few pushes, my entire finger is swallowed by your pussy. I keep my finger inside you as I kiss you hard. My tongue pushes inside and I swirl it inside your mouth, our tongues embracing in a wet, sloppy dance. As I kiss you, I start curling my finger inside you and you feel it pressing against your G-spot. You gasp as you feel me pressing against it. I keep a constant movement, not going any faster or slower but a constant rubbing against your G-spot. You then feel my thumb pressing against your clit.

The feeling is building quickly as your body starts to wriggle a little. The finger on your G-spot, my thumb on your clit. Your moans are getting more and more louder, your breathing getting faster.

“Fuck, fuck! Shah! Shah…” and then, I suddenly pull my hand out, your heart still racing, your breaths long and deep.

I pull your leggings and panties down in one quick movement. The leggings and panties around your ankles, and I put my hand on your shoulder and push you down onto your knees. You know what I want as you turn around, ass up. You look behind as I am dropping my trousers and underpants. You see my cock. It is hard, throbbing and sticking out like an angry snake.

“Fuck me, Shah! Fuck me like you said you would!” and you swallow as you imagine what I am about to do to you.

“I love you, Aliyah, but what I am going to do now has nothing to do with love! I just want to

fuck you until I cum inside you and you cum around me,” and I slap your ass as I kneel behind you and spread your legs.

But they won’t spread because of the leggings and panties. You giggle and I growl again, like an angry animal and I pull them off. I spread your legs and you just feel my cock touch your pussy and then it vanishes inside. I moan a long, satisfied moan as I feel your pussy surround my cock with its warmth and wetness. You moan in sync with me as you feel my length going inside. I slide in all the way, until my thigh hits your ass cheek. I rub my hands all around both of your ass cheeks, then I slap both of them at the same time as I pull and push hard. I stay again, groan and pull and push again.

Each time I push, my thighs slap against your ass.

“How the fuck can you feel this good!” I whisper as I pull and push again.

You reach behind and put your hand on my ass.

“Stop fucking around and just fuck me!” and you slap my ass. I growl again. You haven’t heard me sound like this before and you love it. I start pulling and pushing, pulling and pushing, cock slipping in and out, rubbing against your inner walls. You were already close to cumming from my finger play and you feel that you won’t last long at all. Your body is already feeling like it is going to start quivering with the way I am fucking you from behind. You look to the side, and you see the shadow of me and you on the floor and that makes your moan.

“Oh my god!!!” and you half scream, half cry. All you can hear is me slapping against you, the wet sounds coming from your soaking pussy as my cock slithers in and out faster and faster and faster, and my grunting as I push hard into you. You feel sweat dropping on your back from my face and that pushes you over. You start shaking and trembling as I fuck you through your orgasm. You want to stop me but at the same time, you don’t. The feeling is so intense. You are breathing loudly through your mouth, and you can’t control yourself. You are still not done cumming and you hear my loud groan as I start cumming inside you. You feel the throbbing and pulsating of my cock. You can feel my seed filling you. Your inner flesh is so sensitive with my pushing and pulling that you push your hand back and behind me and pull me to you, in a sign for me to stop moving. But I don’t listen and with each pulse, I push my love potion inside you, deep.

I stay inside you, just feeling you all around me. You stay still, not wanting to move because every movement sends electricity running inside you from my hard cock still inside.

“I love you, Aliyah,” I whisper, between long and heavy breaths.

“And, I love you, Shah, with every single inch of my existence. Totally and completely,” and you pull away from me. You turn around and lift yourself on your knees and hug me, both of us on our knees. We kiss, we hug, we kiss, we hug and it feels like we stay in this state for an eternity.

A short while later, we are in the bedroom packing our clothes. I have told you that we are going away to Qatar for a short stay – just 3 nights – because I could not get longer at such short notice. I explain that I had made the plan a few days ago and purchased the tickets. You keep smiling at me and coming up to me and kissing me and saying thank you for the surprise. I love the way you get so happy when I do surprise things for you. It makes me want to do them even more.

You walk over to your lingerie drawer and stop.

“So what kind of night wear should I take, Shah?” and you look over at me.

I am taken back by the question as I had not paid it much thought. I knew we would be spending a lot of time being naughty but I hadn’t thought about what you would wear, especially at night.

“Ermmmmm. Surprise me. Don’t tell me. Don’t show me. You know the kind of things I like and I know you have something for each kind of my likes. So surprise me!” and I smile.

“Do you know how easily you make me wet?” and you feel your self blush.

“Someone has got a lot of pink in their cheeks, as well as elsewhere!” and I giggle a naughty giggle. You blush even more, look away and smile.

You walk over and stand right in front of me. You take the clothes in my hand and throw them on the bed without taking your eyes off of mine.

“Which other pink is Daddy talking about?” and you sit on the bed.

You are wearing one of my over-sized T-shirts which I gave to you. I like seeing you in my T-shirts because they look like short dresses on you and I love the way you look in them. This T-shirt normally covers you to your mid thighs when standing but when you sit down, it falls a little more lower down. I look down at you, close my eyes and bite my lips. I get down on my knees and reach for your feet.

“I would need to unlock the door first!” and I lift up your feet, my eyes locked on yours.

I bring your feet to my lips and I place your big toe in my mouth. You feel my tongue circle around your toe. I then open my mouth wider and put all your toes in my mouth. You are always turned on by how wide my mouth can open. You close your eyes as my tongue flicks across all your toes and you are surprised how sensitive your feet suddenly feel.

My hand runs down the back of your leg, and then back up to your ankle. I let your toes out of mouth and my tongue runs along the upper bridge of your feet… up to that soft tendon that connects your foot bridge to your lower leg… and it continues up your shin. My hand continues to rub the back of your leg, up and down but as my mouth moves up your leg, my hand goes further and further up until I reach that fleshy part of your leg near your ass, and I squeeze when I feel it. You gasp. You bite your lip this time.

Before you know it, you feel my breath on your most sensitive skin, and my beard tickling your inner thigh. You look down, and the image of my head in between your legs makes your mind go numb. My tongue touches your pussy lips and you moan… I groan as I let my lips press into your pussy lips and my tongue presses between and you close your eyes. You don’t this feeling to stop and you reach down and grab my hair and pull my face into you. You feel my nose pressing against your clit. You start feeling a tingling all over your body.

“Fuck!” is all you can whisper.

4 hours later, we are boarding the flight. We have been full of excitement since I made you orgasm earlier with my mouth. I had stopped myself from going further because we were risking our flight. It is so easy to lose track of time when we get into that mood, so I had decided to make the decision to control my desire for the moment. But I had promised that before we had landed in Qatar, I would make sure to fill you. That comment had made your brain freeze.

As the pilot starts his pre-take off message, you look at your watch. It's past midnight. By the time we arrive in Qatar, it would have been 24 hours since I woke you up last.

You can’t wait for this plane to take off.