Part 1 of 5 (probably)
Mona was a mid-30s Persian female, approximately 5'6", busty, curvy, good at doing her own make-up, and a pleaser in bed. She's been quoted as never declining a penis based on size, even if it was huge. Granted she'd only ever been with three men, or so she said. Honestly though, given the attention she commands with those tits and that ass, it'd be hard to believe she kept it down to three lovers ever.
Mona married early in life. Her husband had indeed been well-endowed. Had a great job with great pay. The only problem was he was a complete asshole. Doting on his parents, Mona was essentially a second class citizen in her own home. After ten years and many, many tears, she chose to divorce the guy formally...in her mind they'd been divorced for half of their marriage.
She'd been living in Nashville but since the divorce, she chose to move to Atlanta where her side of the family still lived. Although her parents still lived in Iran, she had some cousins and an aunt and uncle there in Atlanta. It was a female cousin of hers that really embraced her back home and did things with her to help her pick herself up and get over the gloom of the past. She so wanted to move on, and her cousin Saba, was critical to that end.
Saba's husband Mehrdad was also very kind. Allowing her to stay with the couple until she could find a place of her own was exceptionally generous. She slept down the hall from the couple, had her own bathroom, and everything. She enjoyed living with her cousin who was essentially like a sister to Mona, however she knew she'd have to move out eventually.
The days turned into weeks, weeks into months, and Mona was still at the house. Mona loved it there, and so did Saba enjoy having Mona there. You could tell that Mehrdad was starting to get a little annoyed...after all, it was clearly affecting their sex life. Less sex, and when they did do it, they tried to be quiet.
For her part, Mona too was getting a little antsy. The fact that they had sex made her miss sex more than she had while she lived in a sexless pre-divorce relationship. Many a night she laid awake in bed imagining Mehrdad enter her bedroom after a shower, still naked and dripping wet. The scenarios would range from mistakenly going to her room, going to her room intentionally, accidentally entering the bathroom where he'd be naked having just showered or jacking off.
Saba and Mona used to share stories about their love lives. Saba had disclosed a few things about Mehrdad...what he liked, the fact he was hung with a thick, cut cock of about eight inches, roughly the size of her ex, among other details. Her ex was Persian, but for the fact that she hated his guts for many reasons, she still preferred Persian men. Mehrdad and her ex had a lot in common physically, making him that much more attractive from a sexual standpoint. She'd seen him in a bathing suit quite often and recently given they had a pool. She'd seen his bulge through his wet swim trunks. Still, she secretly wondered what he looked like completely naked, what his cock looked like as it hung there free among a thick bush of black pubes. And what would it look like hard. How thick it would feel in her hand. How heavy.
Mehrdad and Saba both worked, as did Mona. Saba and Mona were both pharmacists. They didn't exactly plan it that way. It just so happens many Persian children are pushed to pursue high paying jobs, from lawyer to doctor, engineer, anesthesiologist, and sometimes simply nurse. Their families had a good portion head off to medical related jobs. It works out since one who's been through it can coach those coming up. When Mona moved back, Saba helped her swing a position at the pharmacy with her. Mehrdad was in business and typically worked long hours as it was.
The story really begins here. Picture both Mona and Mehrdad getting more and more sexually frustrated. They periodically see each other's bodies (albeit in bathing suits), and their ability to restrain their physical urges slowly whittles away. The three go as a group to a party at a friend's house. This friend hosts a party about every three months, usually on a holiday. This time around it's for labor day. Still warm out there, but the end of summer was nigh nevertheless.
When the three of them arrive, each is dressed to impress, Mona dressed the most sexy given she's single and ready to get back out there. It's about 9pm and the party is already going strong. Alcohol is everywhere, and most seem to be drinking some form of hard booze courtesy of the bartender that the host was known for hiring.
Dancing in the living room, people smoking on the back patio, people all over the place either sitting or standing and talking about this and that. Good range of ages, but generally between 22 and 60. No kids, and generally working professionals. The last party they'd gone to, Mona wasn't quite right, not quite ready to get out there. Well, enough time had passed, having spent enough time half-naked with the pool and what not, Mona was of the mind that she'd pretty much screw the first guy that said hi to her.
After a few drinks, Mona decided to walk around the house seeing what was going on throughout. She walked upstairs to take a peek at the master bedroom. She was impressed with the layout...hot tub in the master bathroom, expensive Persian carpet in the middle of the bedroom, beautiful lamps and traditional items in different spots, heavy cherry furniture with beautiful finishes... On her way out she passed by a bathroom where she heard a moan escape. Being tipsy and curious, she held her ear to the door and heard the rhythmic scuffling of what must have been sex. Feeling courageous, she barged in to find Saba sitting on the sink while Mehrdad railed her with what must have been nine thick and solid inches of hard meat. Blushing, Mona said, "Excuse me, sorry, I just needed to use the bathroom," and backed out of there. Her suspicions had been accurate. Mehrdad was packing, and now she wanted him even more.
As she shut the door, she bumped backwards into someone. She whirled around to find the sexiest guy at the party: Ali. Ali was 34, dressed in Versace, red collared shirt unbuttoned down to his abs, full head of hair spiked on top, and a full five o' clock shadow that gave him the bad boy look he was looking for.
"Excuse me, I'm sorry," Mona said.
"No worries. I'm Ali, by the way," Ali smiled and held out his hand.
Mona shook his hand and smiled.
"I don't think I've seen you before. Are you new in town?" Ali asked.
