We had a love marriage. As Shakespeare has rightly said “The course of true love never did run smooth”. It was very true in our case. We had to el...pe and had to face many family problems. I got pregnant before marriage so you can imagine the trouble that anyone has to face in Indian society but my hubby was always there with me whatever the circumstances may be!! And I must admit that his love for me has increased day by day. The best thing about my hubby is that he is as sex crazy as I am. My. .. infact my cock was leaking most of the week in anticipation and been the naughty Muslim bitch that she was the whole week where ever she went she wore only thong and heels with her abhaya and kept me up to date when she was been checked out and it honestly was very arousing .. so Omar and I had kept in contact throughout the week with him keeping me up to date with with his arrangements and the ideas he had and what he would also like to happen it was such an intense week I hardly was able. I told her she didn't need to be driving due to she had already had a few. She told me she had a D.D. to drive her. I asked who? She pointed out a guy I didn't know , he looked to be no more than twenty five and very fit. I said what's his name? As she walked off she yelled over her shoulder "Jeff" I think. Jeff you think, I thought to myself....well be careful I yelled back. The music was loud and the grill was smelling good. I had lost track of time and before I knew it I saw my wife come. ..well maybe not... but fuck she could have done with ...at least ... a stepbrother’s dirty sports pants, a rank towel or even her own mother’s daggy undies or her stepdad’s boxers ...she was however; left with her own exposed butt, private flappy bits and bouncing boobies. Virginia spun around. She was going to risk the full scurry up the stairs two steps at a time and dive under her doona and imagine this was all a dream...“Fuck” she said it; totally stunned.“Oh...Fuck” was seemingly echoed.