Jasmeen (Part 3) Jasmeen sat in front of her bedside mirror..
🕑 Added 2023-03-07 05:59:58 +0000 UTC
Jasmeen (Part 3) Jasmeen sat in front of her bedside mirror unable to concentrate as she struggled to fix her hijab properly. Lately her mind had been plagued by doubts and sinful thoughts that no married Muslim woman should have, and yet there they were. The reason behind these thoughts was that she was getting unexpected attention from other men. Reality was that she had always been capturing the men’s attention but she had never paid any attention to them before. It was Suleman (the Somali plumber). She couldn’t help but notice him noticing her. At first she was shocked but slowly she started to enjoy it. She began to wear figure hugging hijabs that hid nothing and made her 32D breasts and her perfectly shaped ass stand out more than ever before. Her firm and tender tits looked even bigger on her 5'3 frame. To be honest, she was an anomaly amongst Pakistani housewives who at the same age had grown fat and ugly while she looked to be in her prime. Jasmeen also loved the attention all the men paid her when she was teaching Islamic classes at the local Muslim center. The men adored her and the women hated her for flaunting her assets and stealing their husband's gazes, and also for looking a 100 times better than them. She realized when non-muslim men paid her compliments and admired her openly it excited her even more. "I'm actually getting turned on," was something she thought to herself often now. She kept staring into the mirror while her mind being in a great turmoil over the thoughts she was having lately. She knew that it was not only morally wrong but religiously as well to think like that but deep down she knew that she had already gone against her religion, by intentionally attracting the attention of other men. "Oh, Allah, please forgive me!" pleaded Jasmeen. The doorbell rang, snapping Jasmeen out of her daze. She went downstairs with a big broad smile plastered across her face. She knew who it was and had been waiting for him all morning. "Hello, Suleman," she smiled as she greeted the big black man at her doorway. "Hey, Jasmeen, how are you?" Suleman smiled back. Jasmeen could sense something was up. She had known Suleman for a year now after her husband Molvi Saab had hired him, as a plumber, to fix the sink for them. She knew that Suleman went to the same mosque in which Molvi Saab led the prayers and both were quite close to each other.
