Chapter 1: The Arrival of Temptation
I’m Aku Shafiq, 35, chasing my PhD in the heart of London. The city’s gray skies and endless rain couldn’t dampen the fire that ignited the moment I saw Hana’s profile in the MARA student WhatsApp group. At 36, she’s a vision—stunning, with a youthful glow that belies her age, looking more like 26. Married, yes, but her husband’s absence while she studies in Leeds is my golden ticket. I’ve been smitten since day one, and when she texted me about visiting London, asking me to show her around, I knew this was my shot.
‘Only if you play my girlfriend for the day,’ I teased, testing the waters.
Hana’s reply was a playful laugh over text. ‘Deal, as long as you take me to the best food spots in London. I’m all yours.’ Her open-mindedness sent a thrill down my spine. I planned meticulously, determined to claim every inch of her during her visit. A woman like her, away from her man for so long, must be aching for touch. I could feel it.
The day she arrived, I picked her up at the station. My heart stopped for a beat when I saw her—dressed in a tight, low-cut top and a skirt that hugged her curves, she was pure seduction. My cock twitched, already hard at the thought of her warmth. I pulled her into a hug, letting my cheek graze hers, testing her boundaries. She didn’t flinch. Instead, she smiled, her eyes glinting with mischief. Jackpot, I thought.
‘Since you’re my girlfriend for the day, we’ve gotta act the part,’ I said with a smirk, looping my arm around her waist as we walked.
Hana laughed, a sultry sound that made my pulse race, and hooked her arm through mine. ‘Fine by me, Aku. Lead the way, boyfriend.’ Her tone was teasing, but the way she pressed against me screamed green light.
We wandered through London, hitting up boutiques where she shopped like she owned the world. Branded bags, designer heels—she’s loaded, no doubt. Over coffee, she dropped a bombshell. ‘My husband doesn’t mind me having male friends, as long as I’m honest with him.’
I raised a brow, leaning in. ‘And if things… go further?’
She grinned, unfazed. ‘He’s okay with it, provided there’s a condom. But no Mat Salleh, Arabs, or anyone too exotic. His rules, not mine.’
I nearly choked on my drink. This woman was a walking fantasy, and her open relationship was my open door. ‘So, you’ve… strayed before?’ I probed, my voice low.
‘A few times,’ she admitted, her gaze locking with mine. ‘And he’s always been fine with it.’
My eyes couldn’t stop drinking her in—her flawless skin, those full lips. ‘Why do you keep staring, Aku?’ she asked, a shy smile playing on her face.
‘Because you’re fucking gorgeous, Hana. I can’t help it,’ I shot back, my voice thick with want.
She looked down, blushing, and I seized the moment. Tilting her chin up, I closed the distance, my lips crashing into hers. She melted into the kiss, her eyes fluttering shut as she matched my hunger. My hand slid to her thigh, tracing the smooth skin under her skirt. She didn’t stop me, not even when my fingers brushed closer to her heat. Her breath hitched, and she pulled back just enough to whisper, ‘Not here, not now.’ Her smile was a promise.
We stood, her arm around mine, my hand on her waist, playing the perfect couple. ‘Let’s head to my place,’ I suggested, my tone leaving no room for doubt about what I wanted.
Hana’s smile turned knowing, almost daring. ‘Lead the way, boyfriend.’
The ride back was torture. I stole kisses at every chance, her lips soft and eager, ignoring the curious stares around us. By the time we stumbled through my door, the air was electric. I pinned her against the wall, devouring her mouth with a ferocity I couldn’t contain. My hands roamed, peeling off her clothes layer by layer until she stood in just her lace bra and panties. I was already naked, my cock hard and throbbing, desperate for her.
Her hand wrapped around me, stroking slowly as we kissed. She broke away, breathless, her eyes wide. ‘Damn, Aku, you’re huge.’
I grinned, dropping to my knees. I unclasped her bra, kissing down her stomach, and tugged her panties off. Her pussy was perfection, already glistening, dripping with need. I buried my face between her thighs, my tongue diving into her wet heat, tasting her sweetness. She moaned, her hands gripping my hair, her hips bucking against me. I was relentless, licking and sucking until she was panting, sweating with desire.
‘Aku… oh god,’ she gasped, her voice trembling as I pushed her closer to the edge. This was just the beginning, and I was already addicted to her.
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