I hope you have enjoyed reading this inter-faith erotica. As always, I’m interested in what you think. Email me at lusmin@gmx.fr and share your thoughts, comments, questions, concerns, fantasies, raves and rants.

OBLIGATORY AND OBVIOUS DISCLAIMER: The following story is completely fantasy and the events, places and characters are all purely for the reader’s spicy, and kinky pleasure. It has themes of inter-faith sex, male domination, faith and race play, impregnation, cheating and cuckoldry. If this is not something you are interested in, please do not read it. These things are generally considered bad, so don’t do any of them. Don’t even watch porn about them, just read stories where no actual human being even has to pretend they are happening. Cool? This is a sexual fantasy that is hot in your head but never in reality. So don’t do them. Glad we had this chat.

I couldn’t have been happier. I had just completed a three week company tour and now I was heading home to Láwhöre to my lovely wife Momina Basit. Better still I had finished my assignment a day early and so I was going to surprise my lovely biwi. The only cloud on the horizon was that one of Momina’s ex-colleagues, Deepak Agrawal, was going to be staying at our home for a few days. Deepak was visiting Láwhöre on a business trip, and upon learning about it, Momina promptly invited him to stay with us. Deepak used to work in the same company with Momina, and the two of them had been good friends ever since.

This was not the first time Deepak was going to stay with us though. As a young member of upper-management for a fast growing Páqéstäní company, I had to travel quite frequently. I had to be out in the fields every other month. And Deepak’s visit to our town tended to coincide with my outings.

After our nikah, I had asked Momina to leave her job and become a full-time homemaker, as it was typically expected of a married woman in our traditional Páqéstäni society. Soon after Momina left the job, Deepak also moved to another company for higher pay.

I heard that bright, up and coming Hindú males like Deepak had lots of lucrative job offers from Hindú-owned businesses all over Páqéstän. Rumor has it that he stayed back in the old company for less pay only because of the pretty Páqéstäni receptionist named Momina Basit, whom he wanted to stay close to all the time. And I heard faint rumor that Momina was also beginning to get closer to her Hindú colleague. Some people say, that’s the reason all of a sudden my in-laws decided to marry their daughter off.

While my paanch-vaqta namaazi, pious biwi Momina openly admits that she doesn’t feel uncomfortable socializing with ghair-mazhabi folks, especially Hindús, I, on the other hand, felt a bit uneasy when he came to stay at my home. Despite them parting ways almost 3 years ago, I could see that my wife still had some fondness for her ex-colleague.

Coupled with this thought was the fact that Deepak was quite a stud. He was dark-complexioned, stood 6ft and kept himself in good shape. I wasn’t bad looking myself. He knew Momina was my wife now, and he always kept a respectful distance, at least while I was around.

And yet... every time he came to stay with us, I couldn’t help notice a certain sparkle in my wife’s eyes. She seemed to become all cutie and cuddly and bubbly around him and sometimes she seemed to get all flushed when he described his latest adventures and escapades and what-not. Momina had always refused to tell me about their time together in her place of job. I was curious to learn why on earth a pure-bred Páqéstäni Músalmán girl like Momina would be friends with a ghair-mazhabi male. Every time I brought the subject up she steered the conversation away and so I had never really pressed it.

All of these thoughts and emotions swirled around in my mind as I drove home and as I swung into our road, I was startled to see that Deepak’s car was already parked in front of our home. This was odd because he wasn’t supposed to arrive until tomorrow. I knew that would ruin the lovemaking with my beautiful biwi I had planned for the evening.

Something cautioned me from rushing into the house and announcing my arrival.