M U S T A F A walked into their bedroom. The feeling was, fleeting. To finally have gotten his legs back. He could not help but smile, thinking about his daughter's, Qirat and Mirat who were now married. Mirat, already living with her husband while Qirat was in London, preparing for her final exams.

He sighed, taking a seat on their bed. It had the softest of mattresses, filled with the top most quality of egyptian cotton. He took off his shoes, running his hand through his hair. Even at this age, there was barely a grey hair visible and wrinkles were almost non existent. He felt as if after getting his legs back, he had become younger.

Mustafa entered their bathroom, taking a quick shower and getting under the sheets. Passing Hoor a smile, who was busy lathering her skin in moisturiser. To him, she was still as beautiful as the day he first saw her, around twenty-four years ago.

He arranged the pillows in a manner that allowed him to rest his upper body next to the headboard. His eyes skimming through the latest book he had been reading. Mustafa felt the sheets ruffle, before Hoor snaked her way in between his arms. Resting her head on his chest.

"Musi we're old now". Hoor giggled.
Her voice, sounding like the tinkling of glass chimes on a windy day. Soothing and soulful.
"You're the one whose old. I'm still as healthy as a horse!" Mustafa winked.
Kissing her forehead softly. Placing the novel on the bedside table.

"I meant that both our daughters are married". She looked at him.
Hoor's eyes, filled with love and stars. Staring at him as if he was the centre of her universe.
"I know. I can't belive they're married already. Our little gifts from Allah, have husbands of their own". Mustafa's eyes filled up with tears.

Hoor wiped the one stray tear that fell out of his eye, kissing his lips softly. These past few years, they had learnt a lot about intimacy. It was mostly the two of them discovering her body, and what made her comfortable. She took a seat on his lap, Mustafa's arms wrapping around her waist out of their own accord.

"I love you Mustafa!" She rested her head on his chest.
Listening to the calm beating of his heart.
"And I love you Hoor!" He placed a finger under her chin.
Raising her face to his level, placing a soft kiss on her lips.

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S K I P I F N O T
C O M F O R T A B L E / B E L O W 18

Mustafa flipped their bodies, Hoor now crushed under the weight of his chest. His arms going around her head. He bent down softly, kissing her lips. Their tounges, tangling together. Moving with a softness, the passion still all there. Hoor gripped Mustafa's hair. Letting her body do what it pleased to do.

Mustafa kissed down her neck, leaving open mouthed kisses against the neckline of her kurti. His hands, gripping the hem and raising it off of her. Leaving her bare to him. Mustafa turned the lights down. The room now shrouded in darkness.

He moved softly, kissing her breast, sucking on it softly. Her responsive body, quivering already. Mustafa rubbed his hands along the sides of her navel. His warm palms, touching her gently. As if she were a glass doll.

Hoor moaned softly, feeling him kiss her ribs. Nuzzling himself in her breast, laying a gently kiss on her lips once again before bending down. Mustafa sucked and bit the skin just above her belly button in a soft manner. A moan erupting from her mouth.

Mustafa hooked his thumb in her trousers waistband. Pulling it downwards, leaving her completely naked. He took off his own shirt, his chest now bare to her, as Hoor skimmed his skin.

Mustafa bent low, biting the skin on her hip bone. Rubbing her sides. Kissing his way to her inner thigh. He could see her arousal. His wife, had a very high libido. A result of foreplay they had practiced for years.

Mustafa slipped his hand in between her thighs, raising his eyes, making out her features in the darkness. His thumb, sliding over her wet entrance. Softly touching her clitoris.

"Musi!" Hoor squealed.
Her breath racing as she raised her body to meet with his. Their chests crushing and lips meeting. Mustafa smiled as the kissed, his thumb, slowly rubbing and tapping her raised bump of nerves. His middle finger, rubbing outside her slick entrance.

"Mustafa I feel-" Hoor's voice cut into a moan.
Feeling his thick finger pump inside of her. Scraping her walls smoothly. His sensual touch down there, had her legs cramping, before she felt an earth shattering orgasam. Her heart beat racing as she felt Mustafa lick her clean. Her voice dying inside her throat as he once again began to touch her clitoris.

"Hoor are you ready for me?" She felt him take his trousers off.
His erect dick, pushed against her inner thigh.
"I am Mustafa!" Hoor cried.

Mustafa entwined their hands, wrapping one of her legs around his waist, he eased inside of her slowly. Feeling her wetness coat his girth and her tightness around him almost instantly. He groaned at the feeling of being inside of her. Pushing himself in until he felt she was comfortable. Stilling, giving her walls time to adjust.

"Does it hurt Hoor?" His voice carried concern.
For his wife, whom he was making love to for the first time ever.
"Yes Musi. I- just move slowly!" Hoor spoke.
Her voice, strained as she relaxed herself. Trusting the man, more than life.

Mustafa kissed her sweaty forehead. Moving at a gentle rhythm. His pulsating cock, sliding in and out of her vagina with ease. He waited for her to get used to him, and began moving harder and faster as he felt her scratch his back and push his shoulders, forcing him in deeper.

The two felt like their highs were unified. As Mustafa came inside of her. Their orgasams, heightened due to the sensitivity to each others bodies. Mustafa kissed her head. Laying down next to her. The two of them, catching their breaths.

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"I can't belive it took us twenty-four years to make love!" Hoor joked.
Turning around to face him. Kissing his chest softly.
"I'm glad we did. Atleast we know our love isn't based on sexual intimacy!" He entwined their hands.
Kissing her fingers softly.
"Are you sore?" He asked.
His eyes filled with worry for her.
"Just a bit". She brushed it off.

Mustafa shook his head. Carrying her in his arms, wrapped in their bedsheets to their bathroom. Filling up the large jacuzzi with warm water. Adding in a jasmine scented bath bomb. Laying her inside of it. Grabbing the blood stained sheets and placing them inside the mini washing machine they had in their bathroom.

He got into the large tub, sitting behind her. Massaging her shoulders gently. Rubbing his hands along her back. Laying soft kisses. Hoor rested herself against his chest after a while. Gripping his hands, toying with his large fingers. The two, loving the silence that surrounded them.

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Hoor woke up, to a pretty much empty bed. Mustafa's absence, came as a shock to her. Usually the man would not get out of bed until he had woken her up. Sighing she stepped out, her legs still a bit shaky after last night. Taking a seat on the bed, Hoor blushed thinking about last night. Feeling like a newly wed woman rather than mother of two married women.

Mustafa, entered their room with a tray of breakfast. To find his wife engrossed in thought and blushing. Smiling to himself, he walked on over to her, laying a soft kiss on her cheek. The tray resting on the ottoman.

"Who are you thinking about?" He teased.
Taking a seat in her feet on the ground. Hoor, blushed on being caught. Bending forward and touching his cheek, kissing her forehead softly.
"Mustafa thank you for loving me for all these years!" Tears falling one after the other.
Mustafa chuckled, wiping her tears, kissing her hand softly.
"Apni zindagi sai mohabbat nahi karni tou kiss sai karun ga?" [If I don't love my life, then whom would I love?] He smiled.
Raising and taking a seat on the bed. Mustafa grabbed the tray of food, resting it on his lap.

He tore a piece of the crispy traditional paratha. That he had attempted to make.
"Eat jaan. I know its not as good as the one you make. But I tried". He smiled at her.
Feeding her a morsel. Hoor smiled, chewing softly, the dough filled with too much raw flour. But not wanting to break her husband's heart, she ate with a big smile. Complementing his skills.

Mustafa smiled, eating one himself. Choking on the grains of flour. Hoor laughed, grabbing the tray, dusting the bread. Getting rid of the excess and then feeding him.

"Mera bacha!" [My child!] Hoor cooed.
Feeding herself another bite.
"You have made me a baby. Incapable of functioning without your presence". He smiled at her.
The two finished their breakfast and took quick showers. Getting dressed for the day. Hoor, noticing that she carried a bright glow with her. Perhaps the old ladies tales about glow after having sex was true.

"Mustafa could you drop me off at the boutique?" She looked at him.
Mustafa nodded, wrapping his arm around her waist, pulling her into him as he led them to their car. Asking the driver to first stop at Hoor's boutique.

"I'll pick you up later. Then we can have lunch". Mustafa pecked her lips, the two inside Hoor's cabin.
She nodded, giving him a tight hug. Wishing him a good day. Kissing his lips with all her might.

Hoor smiled at her husband. Feeling as if she was falling in love with him all over again. Her cheeks, turned red thinking about the years of love he had showered over her, selflessly. With no expectations. Sometimes, she was glad Rizwan had done what he had done. Otherwise, she would never have fallen in love with a man as great as Mustafa.

OMG I IZ IN TEARS!!!!!

HOOR AND MUSI MY BABIESSS

IT FELT ILLEGAL TYPING SMUT FOR THEM SKHDSKKS

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