TRUTH

I will blog about the truth.
Truth of what people are really doing in the name of my Beloved Religion of Islam.
To mangle it and destroy the good in it for others.
That makes me as Furious as Hell Fire.
Shame on them. They will be exposed.
Right HERE.

Tuesday, March 17, 2009

Where's Your Husband Been?

"Honey, it's Ali again on the phone!" the wife calls out handing off the cell to her husband. Her husband quickly puts his newspaper down and grabs the phone. "Yes Ali! How are you! We must meet up again! .......*mumble*....... Great see you then!" He says making plans. He kisses his lovely wife on the cheek and shrugs. "Sorry cancel dinner but I have to go visit Ali. It's very important for work." He brushes by her and heads up stairs to change for his meeting. He takes a fast shower puts on his coolest clothes and over them a dark blue thobe so no one can tell his clothes underneath. He flips on his shades even though it's evening and with a quick spritz of cologne goes down stairs.
His wife is waiting by the door with a little smile on her face, "When can I expect you back?" She looks hopeful. He's glad he's wearing the sunglasses. "Sorry dear but Ali sounded like it could be a late meeting. We have to meet with various people. I'll kiss you when I arrive ok habibati?" And he breezes out the door leaving a wafting cloud of fragrance in his wake. The wife sadly closes the door deeply inhaling the scent of her beloved. She prepares herself for an evening alone.
Meanwhile her husband Omar revs his engine gleefully and swerves into the busy traffic of a Thursday night. He races the whole way there. He vies for a parking spot at the biggest mall in the city. After getting one he hops out the car and with no one looking he whips off his thobe and leaves it in the car. Revealing tight straight legged light blue denim jeans and a snug dark grey t-shirt that shows off his large chest muscles and biceps. He does a quick flex and then checks himself in the reflection of the car before going into the mall. His eyes under the light brown tinted glasses roving for his friend. Ah, there he is. He walks up with a swagger to his closest friend and shakes his hand strongly and hugs him tightly before kissing him thrice upon his cheeks. They lightly hold hands as they walk through the lower level of the mall. Here and there a whisper about that hot person or that other one. "Look at the ass on that hottie!" Ali whispers pointing out a pair of tight pants. The wearer is with their family so Omar leads Ali to another target. "Aha!" Omar says spotting a young hottie all alone on a bench chatting on their cell phone.
They sit next to young hottie and after they put their phone away Ali beins chatting asking leading questions. Omar does the casual flirting in the background. They decide this hottie is going home with them tonight. They invite young hottie to go for a walk and while walking invite hottie over for some movies and hanging out. Hottie is flattered and accepts.
They pile into Ali's SUV and make their way to his home. Ali is single luckily and doesn't have to worry about a nagging wife. They set up some snacks and put a dirty movie in to set the scene. Hottie is impressed they are stocked with porn. After watching for a while Omar suggests they go to the bedroom. All three start shedding clothes for a full out threesome. Omar and Ali love the spice of having a different third person regularly. After an hour or two they all fall exhausted onto the bed. They are all soaked with sweat and Omar looks at the clock bleary-eyed. Already after two. Omar shakes Ali awake and motions at the third. Ali grins. They wake up their young hottie and coerce them into the shower. All together they proceed to take each other again while covered in fancy soap. After exhausted again they all get out and get dressed.
Finally they pile back into Ali's SUV and go back to the mall. They drop off the third at the entrance. "See you again insha'Allah habibi Ahmad." They call to him and then Ali drives off to drop Omar at his car. No one is around since the mall is closed so before he jumps out they french kiss goodbye. Then Omar opens his car dons his thobe and gets in. They both leave their separate directions. As Omar reaches his home and gets out he sees the upstairs light on. He groans disappointed. He goes inside and up the stairs. Sure enough there is his beautiful young wife waiting for him in leather lingerie. She looks like a model. She pouts and holds out her arms to him.
He lays down completely dressed in her arms and it doesn't take long before he's fully asleep. She's sorely disappointed he didn't' want her again tonight. Even though she spent the last hour preparing herself. She sighs and turns off the lights. As she cuddles closely she breathes deeply and then does a double take. That was not the perfume he was wearing when he left! It wasn't perfume at all! She sniffs again in his hair. That is not his shampoo. He's taken a shower while he was out. She starts suspecting something. Has he found another woman? Did he sleep with some whore? Her mind is racing. She has to find out. She sneaks off the bed and gets Omar's phone. She goes down stairs and dials Ali.
"Hey baby! Did the b*tch find out? I loved f*cking you tonight, let's make plans to do it again next week ok!" Ali says excitedly. She's taken aback. Absolutely stunned.
"Hello? Omar? Baby you there? Shoo you're too sleepy to talk to your habibi? Yalla get some sleep. See you tomorrow at Jummah ok?" Ali says and hangs up. Her shaking hand closes the phone and deletes the call from the history. She goes back upstairs and just stares at the stranger in her bed.
How could she have not known he was gay? What will she do now?......