Shazia's heart hammered in her chest as she approached the door to Imran's house, the weight of her wedding ring a stark reminder of her relationship status. The rain pitter-pattered against the pavement, echoing the tumultuous rhythm of her thoughts. She had come to give him a piece of her mind, a fiery lecture on respect and boundaries, but now she wasn't so sure. The text message had been a low blow, even for a man like Imran. It had contained a lewd meme and a crude remark about Mohsin's size, and it had stung her more than she cared to admit. She was not just a wife standing up for her husband; she was a lioness defending her pride.

When the door swung open, the warm light of Imran's hallway spilled out onto the damp street. He looked surprised to see her, his eyes widening as they took in her drenched figure and furious expression. "Shazia?" he questioned, his voice a mix of confusion and concern. "What are you doing here?"

Ignoring the small talk, she marched into the house, her heels clicking against the tiles. "You know exactly why I'm here," she snapped, her voice a whip-crack of anger. "That disgusting message you sent to Mohsin."

Imran stepped aside, closing the door behind her. He looked genuinely apologetic, his gaze looking straight at her with cockiness that he always has. "Look, I'm sorry, Shazia. It was just a bit of banter that went too far. I didn't mean to upset anyone."

But Shazia was beyond caring about his apologies. Her eyes locked onto the unmistakable bulge in his trousers, and something primal stirred within her. She had seen the meme, and it had sparked a hunger she had long ignored. "Is this what you think is funny?" she hissed, her hand shooting out to grab the thickness she had only imagined in her darkest fantasies. "Is this what you think makes you a man?"

With a smirk that spoke of unbridled confidence, Imran leaned back against the wall. "It's not only the size of the wand, but the magic it can create," he quipped back.

Shazia felt a thrill of arousal shoot through her as she squeezed his cock. It was hot and hard, and she couldn't deny the allure. She was a modern Muslim woman, but the old ways whispered in her ear, telling her that a man's prowess was something to be revered. Her hand stroked up and down, her wedding ring glinting in the light. "You think you can do better?" she asked, her voice a sultry dare.

Without a word he grabbed Shazia by the wrist and led her upstairs to his bedroom. The room was dimly lit, the scent of sandalwood incense heavy in the air. He pushed her onto the bed, his body looming over her. "Let me show you what a real man feels like," he said, his voice dropping to a growl.

He kissed her neck, his teeth grazing her sensitive skin, sending shivers down her spine. His hands found their way to her blouse, popping open the buttons with ease. As he pulled it aside, his eyes feasted on her breasts, and she felt a flush of heat spread across her chest. "Mohsin's loss is my gain," he murmured, his breath hot against her ear.

Her nipples hardened under his gaze, begging for his touch. She reached up, her hands trembling as she undid his belt. "Prove it," she whispered, her voice thick with desire.

With a smug grin, Imran pulled down his shorts, revealing the massive cock that had taunted her dreams. It sprang free, and Shazia couldn't help but gasp at the sight. It was so much larger than she had ever seen, a testament to his unbridled virility.

He took her face in his hands, turning it towards his erection. "Suck it," he ordered, his voice laced with command.

Shazia's eyes widened with excitement as she leaned forward, her mouth watering. She wrapped her lips around the tip, tasting him, feeling the power of his manhood on her tongue. He was right; this was what she needed, what she had been denied for too long.

The rain outside grew heavier, a symphony of lustful nature accompanying their illicit encounter. She took him deeper, her cheeks hollowing with the effort, her eyes never leaving his. The salty taste of his pre-cum was intoxicating, and she felt her pussy clench with anticipation.

Imran's grip tightened in her hair as she worked her mouth up and down his shaft, her tongue swirling around the sensitive head. "That’s it, baby," he groaned, sending her into a frenzy of passionate worship.

The wetness between her legs grew as she pleasured him, her mind racing with thoughts of what was to come. This was wrong, she knew, but it felt so incredibly right. Her wedding ring was a silent judge, but the throb in her clit was louder, urging her on.

Finally, she pulled away, her breath ragged, her cheeks flushed. "Fuck me," she begged, her voice barely recognizable.

Imran's grin was predatory as he leaned down, capturing Shazia's mouth with his own. His kiss was demanding, a stark contrast to the tender way he had touched her before. His tongue probed, tasting the remnants of his own arousal on her lips. She moaned into his mouth, arching her back to press her breasts against his muscular chest.

He broke the kiss, his eyes gleaming with lust as he took in her willingness. "You want this dick, don't you?" he asked, his words a seductive whisper that sent shivers down her spine.

Shazia nodded, her eyes never leaving his. She couldn't believe the words that were coming out of her mouth. "Yes, I want it," she panted, her voice a desperate plea. "I want to feel you inside me."

He didn't waste another moment. With a swift movement, he ripped her skirt up, exposing her drenched panties to the cool air of the room. He slid them down her legs, leaving her bare and vulnerable before him. "Spread your legs," he instructed, his voice a low growl.

Shazia complied, feeling the wetness of her desire slick against her thighs. Imran's eyes raked over her, lingering on the neatly shaven mound of her pussy. "Beautiful," he murmured, his hand reaching out to caress her soft skin. His thumb brushed against her clit, sending a bolt of pleasure through her.

With a groan, she reached down, her fingers joining his, guiding him to her entrance. "Now," she breathed, her body begging for relief.

Imran positioned himself between her thighs, the head of his cock nudging against her wetness. He took a moment to appreciate the view, her wedding ring glinting in the soft light, a stark reminder of the taboo they were about to indulge in.

He pushed inside, filling her in one slow, deliberate stroke that had her crying out. She felt stretched, fuller than she ever had been. The sensation was overwhelming, a heady mix of pain and pleasure that made her toes curl.

"Oh, God," she moaned, her eyes squeezed shut tight.

"Call me God," Imran said with a smirk, his hips moving in a steady rhythm. "Because tonight, I am the one who will give you what you need."

He began to thrust harder, his cock claiming her with every movement. Each stroke sent waves of pleasure crashing through her, making her hips buck against him. She felt the tension coil in her belly, her orgasm building with every pound of his hips.

"Fuck me harder," she begged, her nails digging into the bed sheets. "I want to feel you deeper."

Imran complied, his strokes growing more forceful, his breathing harsh. He reached up, grabbing her chin and forcing her to look at him. "Say it again," he demanded. "Say you want me to fuck you harder."

"Yes," she gasped, her eyes wide with need. "Fuck me harder, Imran. I want all of you."

He groaned, his own climax approaching. The room was alive with the sound of their slapping flesh, the scent of sex heavy in the air. He leaned down, capturing one of her nipples in his mouth, biting gently as he continued to piston into her.

The orgasm hit her like a tidal wave, stealing her breath, making her body convulse with pleasure. She screamed out his name, her walls clenching around his cock, her body shuddering with the intensity of her release.

Imran pulled out, his own climax spilling onto her stomach. He collapsed beside her, panting heavily. "I knew you'd come to me," he murmured, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction.

Shazia lay there, trembling, her wedding ring a cold reminder of the vows she had just broken. But in that moment, she didn't care. All she could feel was the aftershocks of passion, the echoes of his name on her lips.

As they caught their breath, she turned to face him, her eyes searching his. "What now?" she whispered, her voice filled with a mix of fear and exhilaration.

(To be continued!!)