Perverted Wife.

by Eclipsephoenix (ao3)

Farah sighed as she looked up at the ceiling above her and, not for the first time, cursed her husband and parents for this arranged marriage. It only happened six months ago, and she thought that she would last longer. But as it turned out, that was a forlorn hope. Her husband, Ali, wasn’t a bad guy but he was boring, dull, uninteresting and, the worst part for her, he wasn’t only bad at sex, he has a small penis and came way too early. She could forgive him for being dull if he was good at sex, but he wasn’t even good at that.

It also didn’t help that he had a low-paying management job while she was a high-paid computer tech. Something her parents, as well as her husband, scoffed at. While they weren’t super religious, they were on the conservative traditional side. Not something Farah normally objected to, but there were a few times when she had to put her foot down. Her job, for one, was bringing in more money to keep the house going. Something which Ali couldn’t do, so she agreed with her parents to work until she got pregnant or Ali got a promotion.

Both of which were highly unlikely to happen. Not that she didn’t try to get pregnant, but it seemed that Ali’s sperm was weak or infertile. So, her getting pregnant wasn’t going to happen. As for his job, Ali wasn’t bad but he also wasn’t good at his job. His boss did try to promote him, but that turned out to be a bad idea as he didn’t have the skills or experience for the job.

So here she was, in a loveless marriage with little to no sex and her bringing in the money. Not the life she wanted but what could she do? Sliding out of bed, she first stretched her arms, legs and other parts of her body helping her to wake up. Ali had already left as he started very early, she, however, had the day off.

OOOOO

Farah frowned as she looked at the information. “Designer drugs?” she muttered as she read the report while the private detective nodded.

“It seems that’s what he’s been spending his money on,” the man said as he took a sip of his coffee. “It’s not illegal, but it is questionable. A legal grey area,”

“And he’s a partner in the whole venture,” Farah muttered shaking her head.

“That, and then there’s this,” the detective said as he pulled out another sheet of paper before handing it to her.

She took it and read it. “He’s infertile?” she asked, not too surprised about the news.

“Yes, and he’s been keeping it a secret from his family,” the detective said as he brushed his short brown hair. “From what I’ve been able to gather from some of his former lovers and friends, he doesn’t necessarily want children, but his family will look down on him, if not cut him off if they find out,”

“The little coward,” she spat. “To think I married him,”

“From what I’ve been able to gather, he does love you. At least to a degree. He’s ashamed of his infertility and fears that you will leave him because of that,”

Farah scoffed. “I’d leave him due to how bad he is in bed and how boring he is. He’s not the kind of man who I would marry in the first place. But I cannot since I’m in the same situation. If I leave, then I get cut off, disowned or worse by both his and mine,”

The detective nodded with a sad look on his face. “Forgive me, but it seems shameful that in this modern-day, people are still following outdated practices,”

“‘Tradition is the only way we separate ourselves from the barbaric and heathen west’,” she said with a smile. “Is what my grandmother told me oh so many times. Not that I ever listened,” she took her phone out and typed in a few things. “Either way thanks for the help, I just sent an extra 500 for your troubles,”

The man pulled out his phone with a smile. “Well, thank you,” he said before placing something on the table. “Drinks are on me for you and your friends,” he slit it over before getting up and leaving.

Farah opened up to find notes that added up to 100 inside. She smiled and slid them into her pocket before reorganising the papers and photos the detective gave her and going through them again. Her mind was a buzz about what to do.

“Hey, heathen,”

Alarmed Farah turned to see Ashley and Yasmine standing behind her. “You sneaky bitches,” she said playfully as the two girls took their seats. “How have you both been?”

“I’m good,” Ash said as she cracked her neck.

“Been one hell of a week for me,” Yasmine smiled. “Turns out my sister’s boyfriend was cheating on her with another guy,”

“Really?” the two asked.

“Yep, and Maya’s pissed. She hasn’t told our parents, but she told her boyfriend that if he wanted to bring someone else in, he should have asked her. She wanted to expand their lovemaking but turns out both were afraid to ask,” Yasmine explained with a wide smile.

“I wish I was so lucky,” Farah said as she slid the papers and photos over to her friends who looked at them with wide eyes.

After a quick moment of explaining, and ordering some food and drinks, the three sat in silence thinking about what to do.

“Well, this is problematic,” Ashley muttered moving some hair out of her eye. “He’s in a legal grey, but the only thing he’s done is lie,”

“Yeah, but he is using our money and I don’t love him,” Farah sighed. “Plus, there’s this,” she slid over another pile of pictures where Ali was making out with two women and spending a lot on them. “He’s also been cheating. Now he may be been doing it to get better in bed. But either way, this is good dirt as well,”

“So, the plan is to get back at him, to make it clear that you are in charge and that you don’t love him,” Yasmine said.

“Yeah. I want it on paper and in our parent’s minds that we are still married. But in reality, we are only living in the same house,” Farah said his eyes looking up.

“Given all the dirt we have on him, it’s not going to be that hard,” Ash nodded.

“By the way what happened to your Hijab?” Farah asked looking at Ash.

Farah and Yasmine, while both had shirts and jeans on, wore modest garments around their heads covering their hair and neck. But the difference was Yasmine wasn’t a Muslim, she was a Christian who had a problem when she tried to dye her hair. The dye she used had damaged her hair due to the poor quality of the dye. It got damaged even more when she used a dye remover that forced her to get a very short haircut. Embarrassed by her hair, Farah offered one of her hijabs to Yasmine who, wanting people not to see her new hair, accepted it. Her hair was still growing, so she still wore it. Ashley, an atheist, also joined in recently to help her friend out and also liked the headdress.

“Ah well,” Ashley blushed. “My dog decided to use it as a toilet. Sorry,” she shrugged to which Farah and Yasmine laughed.

“You should have told me,” Farah said. “I have plenty back home,”

“I didn’t think you’d mind. I also ordered a few from Amazon, as well as a few niqabs, so we can all look alike,” she joked.

The other two laughed before Yasmine went into her handbag and pulled out the under scarf. But she paused as she felt the cloth and looked at her friend.

“I keep a spare, but do you want to wear it now?”

Ash shook her head. “Don’t get me wrong. I appreciate it, but I want to wear one on my terms,”

Farah and Yasmine smiled and nodded before putting the clothing back into her handbag. “I understand,” she said. “It’s better if people want to wear it than be forced,”

Farah nodded as well. “Yeah, I just don’t understand why people have to be so controlling or anal about women covering themselves up. You wear modest clothing without a hijab. Even then, it’s a fashion thing,”

“Don’t underestimate the power of religion,” Ash said as she took a sip of her drink. “I mean I wear it because I think it’s cool,” she then paused tapping her chin. “I have an idea. I know a guy. Goes by Ren, he helps satisfy people with their desires. Despite that, he is in the market for a girlfriend,”

Yasmine’s brow furrowed. “And you know this how?” she asked, her inquisitive eye focused on her.

Ash pulled up her trouser leg and lifted her left leg showing a small silver bell anklet hanging there. She then reached to overturn it to show the weald causing her friends brow’s to raise. Smiling she let her leg down as she turned to the other two.

“It’s my slave anklet,” Ash smiled. “I got it from him a few weeks and I signed his contract. We both agreed that it’s purely platonic. We don’t share the same interests, outside of the sex part, and no love has been felt between us,”

“Ok, what does he do?” Farah asked.

“He does computers, kinda like you. But he does 3D modelling and has a business that works with 3D printing. He’s also into some kinky stuff,”

“Define kinky,” Yasmine said interested as well.

“BDSM,” Ash blushed. “One time I ‘forgot’ to meet him at his place and he had me in a full body chastity belt for a week. I had to go to work on that evil device. Another time, he had me wear both an anal and virginal vibrator to which he had the controls too,”

“What’s his number?” Farah asked as she pulled out her phone.

OOOOO later that day.

As she parked her car, Farah got a good look at the building in front of her. It wasn’t big, but it wasn’t small either. A good decent size for someone running his own small business. After meeting up with her friends, Farah gave Ren a call. It turned out that his computer was on the fritz and was going to take it to a local shop. But she offered to help, in exchange for a date.

While he sounded surprised and asked a few questions to make sure he wasn’t being scammed. Not that she could blame him, she’d do the same in his position. After a quick crack of her neck, she gapped her stuff and left her car. It locked automatically, so she didn’t need her keys to do anything. As she approached, the door opened up and Ren stood out looking at her.

He was cute. Nice rounded features, broad shoulders, fit. Everything that Ali wasn’t. At least in terms of his body, now she had to pick his mind.

“Hi, Farah, right?” he asked as she approached.

“I’m Farah,” she smiled back. “You must be Ren, pleasure,” she offered her hand which he took and shook. “Where’s the subject?”

Ren smiled and lead her in. The inside of his house was what something she expected. A bit of a nerd, but not too blatant about it. Dragon pictures on the walls, a few figurines and geeky stuff. If anything, she envied this. Her parents and husband forbade her from getting stuff like this. It was all cultural thing this, and cultural thing that. Very little of the stuff that she wanted. To her, this was a paradise.

She was led into a decently sized room with the computer on one side, a design table on another and the 3d printer on the final wall.

“Ah cool,” Farah muttered as she walked over to the design documents. “Are all these yours?” she asked.

“Yep,” Ren said walking up to her. “Most of this is custom work. I get requests from regular people, building contractors and more. Sometimes, they need an example of what their next project is going to be so they outsource people like me to create a 3D example of what they want or expect to see. I get paid quite a bit by it,”

“Nice,” she nodded before her eyes turned to the computer. “What’s the problem?” she asked walking up to it.

“Not sure,” Ren admitted. “It turns itself off when I try to turn it on, but when I get it to stay on it flickers from blue screen, to back, to green,”

“Humm,” she muttered as she tried to turn it on. “Could be a problem with the CPU. Or memory. This is going to take me a while,”

“Would you like anything?” he asked.

“A coke would be good,” she said as she pulled her laptop out and got to work.

It took a good few hours before she was done. It took longer, as she needed to pray, but after that, she managed to finish up. Her diagnosis wasn’t good.

“It’s just as I thought,” she said. “The CPU got damaged. Memories fine but you need to rebuild the whole thing,”

“Damn it,” Ren muttered as he stroked the back of his neck. “How?”

“Poor quality,” she shrugged. “Someone skipped out on getting high-quality stuff,”

“Damn, at least it gives me an excuse for a new computer,” he shrugged. “As for payment. What kind of date did you have in mind?”

Farah smiled. “Do you have a dungeon?”

Ren’s eyes widened slightly, but smiled and lead her into the cellar. As soon as he turned the lights on, Farah smiled as she looked around at the bondage equipment. Unconsciously, she licked her lips imagining what she was getting into. The sound of the cellar door clicking didn’t register until Ren appeared behind her and took a hold of her wrists bringing them behind her back. She gasped in pleasure; her husband wasn’t this forceful in bed.

“So, what do you like the look of?” he asked in a soft but firm voice.

“All, but leave the hijab on,” she replied.

“Modest but immodest? Kinky. Safe word?”

“Sapphire,” she answered pulling her hands away and beginning to strip.

Ren did the same and soon the two were in their birthday suits. As she removed her clothing, Farah didn’t turn to face him as she wanted to show defiance. It seemed to work as he appeared before her breathing on her shoulders. His hands moved down her bare arms sending shivers down her spine.

“Defiant little whore isn’t you,” he muttered taking her hands and locking them in a pair of cuffs.

“Yesss,” she moaned as he moved in and licked her cheek before turning her around.

Now she got a good look at him. While he wasn’t muscular, he wasn’t fat and was in decent shape. But her eyes locked on his cock that stood out before her. Farah drooled looking at the big shaft. It stood a good 7 inches out, hard as a rod. She gave him a look before squatting down. Ren said nothing as he watched her gulp and then kiss the tip of the meat stick. She closed her eyes and began to lick the sides of the shaft wetting it before taking it into her mouth.

He moaned in satisfaction as she sucked on his long cock, moving up and down it picking up speed as she did so. Moving further and longer, deepthroating his delicious cock. Better than her shrimp of a husband’s one. She pulled off and licked along the shaft on both sides before taking his cock back in. Her sucking made her wet as she loved the feel of the cock in her mouth. With a grunt, he came into her mouth.

Farah held herself on for as long as possible before she pulled herself off. No cum falling onto the floor. Looking up, she opened her mouth, showing her master his cum in her mouth. He placed his hand on the side of her face and stroked it.

“Swallow slut,” he ordered.

Farah closed her mouth and swallowed the white baby batter with a satisfied moan. “That was delicious master,” she smiled.

“Good,” he said as he cupped her cheek. “Stand,”

She did so. Slowly but obediently. Once she stood, he turned her around and walked her over to a bondage cross and removed her cuffs. She knew what was going on and teasingly resisted earning her a slap on her ass. That caused her to gasp in pleasure as he fastened leather cuffs around her wrists and then her ankles. He then went to pick up a dildo gag and bring it to her.

She looked at it with anticipation and wide eyes. Her lips perused before she opened them and took the dildo into her mouth. Years ago she had trained herself to remove her gag reflex, and that worked wonders for her as the plastic cock entered her mouth. He then fastened it around her hijab before picking up something else. Farah could do nothing as she watched the world go black as he fitted the blindfold around her head and head scarf.

As he finished, he leaned in and whispered. “Not done yet,” he said in a seductive calming voice.

Farah moaned as she pulled herself against the restraints feeling Ren’s presence disappear. But that didn’t last for long as he came back. First, she felt him tape something hard against her nipples, then something entering her ass. That made her moan even louder, but what surprised her was that she couldn’t push it out. Something then entered her wet slick pussy making her yell out in surprise. It wasn’t warm like a cock, but it wasn’t cold either.

‘A dildo?’ she thought as she felt Ren’s breath on her.

“I’ll be back in about an hour,” he said. “Try to keep track of how many times you cum. Otherwise…” he let the words hang in there as he left.

As she heard the door close, the things on her nipples began to vibrate. Teasing her, but after a moment a pressure around her anus began to distract her. Something inside her ass was growing, before shrinking and growing again. She didn’t have time to figure out what it was before the dildo began to move.

“Mmmmmpppphhhhhh,” she moaned into her gag as the stimulation from all the devices worked on her body.

‘Oh yes,’ she thought. ‘This feels so goooooood,”

That was her first orgasm in years. Something that she didn’t count.

An hour passed as she felt her body pulse with pleasure and orgasms. This was something she missed. Masturbating was one thing, but being tied up and fucked by someone who knew how to handle women was even better. She heard Ren’s footsteps and the devices stopped as she neared another climax. He walked up to her and removed her gag.

“How many times did you climax?” he asked.

“I do not know sir,” she said. “It was too fucking good,”

He tutted. “I told you there would be consequences,”

He fitted the gag back on before removing her blindfold. She then watched as he removed the devices and released her legs. Her eyes widened as she saw him pick up something that Ashley had warned her about. A chastity belt. She wined into her gag shaking her head as he walked up.

“Sorry slut,” he said. “You should have thought of that before you disobeyed me,”

She watched helplessly as he fitted the belt around her waist locking her pussy and ass from her reach. He then undid her leather cuffs and removed her gag.

“Sapphire,” she said panting.

“Did I do anything wrong?” he asked.

“Nope, this was fun and satisfying as fuck,” she smiled. “But I need to get back home. My husband will be getting home soon, and he doesn’t like it when I go out late. It’s not as bad as it sounds, but he will get my family on my back if I don’t,”

Ren nodded. “Do you want me to remove the belt?”

Farah looked down before testing it and shook her head. “No thanks. He’s been an ass to me for years, I can use this as an excuse for a lot of things. But do you have the full body one?”

Ren smiled. “Indeed, I do,”

He moved to the side and picked up the rest. She held her arms up as he fitted the bar and thigh bands on.

“Ok all good,” he said testing the chains and locks.

Farah pulled him in for a kiss, which he didn’t object to. “I’d love to do this again,” she smiled.

Ren smiled but then frowned. “Hold on,” he said as he pulled up his phone and looked at it. “Are you into girls?” he asked.

Farah opened her mouth before pausing. “Why?”

“I have Ashley due in for a session in four days,” he said. “If you want you can come then and eat your friend out,”

Farah smiled and licked her lips. “Sounds like a plan,” she said before the two kissed again.

“Cool, there’s also a guy coming with her,”

“A boyfriend?” she asked. “I thought she wasn’t dating,”

“He’s not a friend, he’s just a regular. But he is a femboy. Got the voice and boobs as well,” he shrugged.

“Sounds like fun,” she smiled evilly.

OOOOO

Ali entered the house with a sigh. As he walked into the lounge, the sound of video game gunfire met his ears. Slightly entering, she saw Farah sitting cross-legged on the sofa playing game with a couple of her guy friends.

“Killa8 check your surroundings,” she said but her friend's reply only came through her headset.

“Farah, I had a long day…” Ali began but Farah pointed to the kitchen.

“I couldn’t be bothered to cook,” she said as her hand quickly moved back to her controller. “So I ordered in,”

“Very well, I expect that…” but she interrupted again.

“Nope,” she shot. “I’m wearing a chastity belt, and the key is hidden,”

He looked at her with wide eyes, before they turned into a frown. “You cheating on me aren’t you?”

Farah sighed. “I’ll be back in a sec guys,” she said before taking her earpiece out and setting her controller down. “So, what if I am?” she asked as she stood and looked at her husband, her arms folded.

“I’ll get a divorce,” he shot.

“Oh, please do, you’d be doing me a favour,” she shot picking up the envelope with all the evidence the detective gave her. “Maybe your family would be interested in the fact that you were cheating as well? Or the fact that you are infertile? Or designer drugs? Or embezzlement?” as she spoke, she took out the pictures and info making her husband’s eyes go wide. “You have no power over me, and if you or any of your or my family even try to ‘remove me’, my lawyer has all of the information needed to go to the police,” she shrugged. “Or press,”

Ali looked at her with a defeated look. “But…”

“But nothing, we may be married on paper. But that’s it,” she said firmly. “If you want a divorce, feel free to apply it. But remember who owns the house,”

Ali nodded. “But I do love you,” he said.

“The feeling isn’t mutual,” Farah said as she turned back to her game leaving Ali to walk into the kitchen and get his food.