174 - Carolina Alcântara Al-Makki

Carolina Alcântara Al-Makki

There would be a celebration that day, with everyone singing and dancing, knowing we were going to surprise Mahjub for his birthday. Everyone was eagerly waiting for my husband to bring our son back home. His birthday party would be tomorrow, and to our surprise, when I spoke with Francesca, Pietra's mother, I learned that Hope was there and that Mahjub was seeking her forgiveness.

“They love each other, Carolina. Only a blind person couldn’t see what they feel for each other. I know what they’ve been through, but somehow it has been beneficial for both of them,” she said.

“I’m surprised by this, Francesca!” I said, still in shock.

“Mahjub went to the yacht, and I’m sure everyone will head there as soon as they rest a bit. You know I love having all your children here!” she began to laugh.

“You’re lucky because after they got married, and in Zara’s case, she married your vineyards, they seem to have forgotten they have parents,” I said, feeling Bruno’s affectionate touch on my cheek.

I look at the two of them and feel the same warmth I always do when they look at me with such desire.

“Francesca, just don’t tell them we’re coming. We should arrive before breakfast,” I said, talking a bit more with her before ending the call.

My gaze turned to my two husbands, and I could see in their eyes how much they desired me at that moment.

“Not now, I have a lot to organize while you two indulge in coffee. I need to pack our bags,” I said laughing, and felt Hassan’s hand undoing the knot of my hijab.

“I remember a time, brother, when our wife wouldn’t let us breathe. Remember when she was pregnant with Zara?” I burst into laughter.

Bruno brushes a few strands of hair from my face, smiling mischievously. My breasts begin to feel heavy with desire, and I move aside to give Hassan space to sit next to me on the sofa. I give in to the desire, needing to satisfy my husbands before handling everything else.

I feel Bruno’s hands lift the hem of my blouse, pulling it over my head, leaving me in just my bra, the only intimate piece I wear.

“So beautiful…” I hear Hassan whisper behind me.

His skilled fingers unbuckle my bra, and I revel in the freedom of having my breasts exposed. With my eyes half-closed, I glimpse Bruno kneeling between my legs, pulling my pants down.

“I love knowing she’s always ready for us,” I feel his finger sliding against my wetness.

“Ahh…” I let out a moan.

I relax back against Hassan’s chest as he massages my nipples.

“Enjoy, my star…”

My sensations and desires heighten as Bruno’s tongue touches my core, and his curses and praises push me closer to orgasm.

Somehow, I lift my hips and feel Hassan gently entering me from behind.

I relax against his chest, gripping the back of the sofa, trying to focus on what needs to be done...

“You should be… orga-ni…” I feel Bruno thrust inside me.

“I didn’t catch that… sexy…” he says.

“Ah, shut up… just fuck me now,” I say, feeling the thrusts in both my backside and core.

Their synchrony is impressive. My orgasm hits so quickly and intensely that I barely register Hassan pushing my hips forward, giving Bruno more space to plunge deeper into me.

I spread my legs wider, resting one foot on the back of the sofa, while my other thigh is held by my perverted Arab who managed to convince me to make love in the palace office.

“Hold our wife, I need to come…” Bruno announces.

I grip his neck, the smell of raw, dirty sex filling the air, leaving the three of us insatiable, as if nothing we did could quench the desire we felt daily.

I watch as my husband closes his eyes and roars with his climax, thrusting a few more times, his perfect smile appearing.

“So sexy…” This time it’s Bruno lifting my legs.

“Ahhhh…” I close my eyes and squeeze my thighs.

Hassan is as big as Bruno, and feeling his thickness sinking into me is overwhelming, but it’s something I can’t live without. I fell in love with everything about him, not just our incredible sex, but everything he taught me over the years we’ve been together.

Having double penetration with them is something I adore, a sensation I wouldn't trade for anything in my life. Being loved by my two husbands is the greatest blessing Allah has given me. As Bruno said, we had to go through every part of our story to reach Hassan. He was Allah's gift to our relationship.

I feel Hassan's hands gripping my waist, guiding my movements as I rise and fall slowly, his feet planted on the sofa. I open my eyes and see Bruno sitting between our legs, masturbating and fingering me.

“You’re so beautiful when you're in pleasure,” he says.

I hear Hassan roaring behind me, struggling to control his orgasm. It's impossible not to have another mind-blowing orgasm while being taken from behind and having Bruno massage my clitoris.

“Love…” I whimper, feeling my orgasm explode.

Our moments were wonderful, but it was time to bring my son back home. If it is Allah's will, I will also have my beautiful daughter-in-law with us. 

That night, we all went to Salim's room to say goodbye. Hassan made it clear that he would bring our son home, and within two days, we would all be back to celebrate Mahjub's birthday.

We arrived in Capri and found out that Mahjub and Hope had gone to the island. We decided to stay on the yacht for most of the day, but we would head to the resort and only return when Mahjub came to the room. This would be my birthday present for my son.

With a bit of persuasion, I managed to convince the whole family to go to Capri. The Spanos would bring my little grandchildren, born just a few months ago. I know Matheus and Alice want some rest, but we need to head to Sudan as soon as possible, so it's best for everyone to be together.

Helena will also come with her family and bring Leon and Fay, who stayed with them. I also called Mattia and Alessa, who were already on their way to Capri after something happened. It might be because Hope was photographed with Mahjub two days after getting engaged to Guilherme.

Getting Gustavo and Vanessa's schedules aligned was challenging, so I left that to Bruno, who always managed to get what he needed from Gustavo.