A Moroccan Gift
by Makeitso
John and Carol were determined to enjoy their holiday in
Morocco. It was their 5year wedding anniversary present
to themselves and at the age of 28yrs, both with
successful careers they had plenty to be thankful for.
John was hoping the trip might take Carol's mind off the
subject of children, since of late she had been dropping
more and more hints that it would be good to start the
family that they had talked about. John didn't feel
ready however for all the intrusions that a baby would
bring to their carefree lifestyles. At the back of his
mind John also thought that once Carol had children his
fantasy of seeing Carol with another man would
disappear. It was a combination of his fantasy and a
reticence to engage properly on the subject of babies
that was to lead to the life changing holiday that they
had embarked upon.
Whilst packing for the holiday John had insisted that
Carol should pack several revealing dresses together
with 'appropriate' lingerie and two pairs of John's
favorite high heeled sandals. There was something about
seeing Carol's 5ft 6inch 125lb frame with long lithe
legs dressed up like a model. No, to be correct John
liked Carol to look slightly slutty since whenever they
were out and she was dressed this way, numerous men
would gaze at her long legs. John could imagine that
they were all wondering what she would be like in bed
with her long legs over their shoulders as they fucked
her.
This fantasy of seeing her taken by a bigger man in
every sense, but certainly one who would be equipped
with more than his 5 inches, surfaced more and more of
late. It had led one evening during a session of
foreplay, to John suggesting that Carol might like to
flirt and let herself be seduced by a big man. John had
been busy tonguing Carol's sensitive nipples when he
paused and slipped this suggestion into the
conversation. Carol's reaction had been immediate.
She had berated John for thinking that she would consent
to be with another man even if he did have a bigger cock
than his. It was this last comment that suggested to
John that she had at least recognized that his cock
might be on the small side. Later during their love
making when John's condom covered cock was doing its
best to make her feel good, he noticed that she seemed
to be more excited than usual, but he wasn't sure he
could pin it on the talk of this fantasy lover.
So several weeks later they were checking into their
plush hotel in Morocco. As they completed the
formalities at the desk, John was aware that several of
the local men were ogling Carol's bare legs. He said
nothing but could feel his cock twitch and this
continued when a young very dark skinned bell boy
carried their cases up to their room. In the lift the
bellboy stood behind Sarah and John could see him
admiring her full curvaceous figure.
When she stumbled on exiting the lift, John again
noticed the bell boy quickly leap to her aid and put his
muscular arm around her waist to help steady her. As
Carol regained her balance and stood up her face came
very close to the bellboy and just for a second they
stared into each other's eyes before each of them
composed themselves.
John was drinking up the spectacle and of course it only
served to fuel the fantasies he had, especially as the
man was so dark skinned. Carol seemed not to have
noticed, although John was sure her cheeks had reddened
and her breathing was erratic.
Once they had unpacked they went out to dinner and again
John noticed many of the local Arab men were openly
staring at his blond wife. Even Carol noticed eventually
and asked John what was going on. John explained that
attractive blond western women were highly prized in
this region since most local men only ever saw local
women who were darker skinned and had dark hair. Carol
accepted the explanation even though it made her
uncomfortable. She did however notice that she became
more aroused when thinking of all this attention from
these dark swarthy men.
Over the next two days John and Carol did some
sightseeing and then on the third day they decided to go
out to a club that had been recommended to them. Carol
asked John what she should wear and of course John
suggested that she wear her most revealing dress,
stockings and five inch heeled strappy sandals. John
didn't know why he wanted her to dress this way in
particular but he had a feeling that something might
happen at the club.
Carol protested and said "do you want to encourage all
those men to ogle me even more?" John told her it was
only harmless fun and since she had brought the clothes
she should wear them. With reluctance Carol agreed and
soon they were in a taxi heading to the club. Again John
noticed that the driver was repeatedly looking in the
mirror at Carol and he had the cheek to re-position the
safety mirror so that he could look at Carol's legs.
John had to admire the man's boldness and found himself
smiling at the driver in response to his wink.
Once in the club they found a quiet table and Carol was
thankful that it was reasonably dark so that other men
couldn't stare at her so much. During a couple of dances
John could see various men gazing at Carol's body as she
moved around the dance floor. For the most part Carol
kept her eyes closed so that she couldn't see who might
be looking.
After an hour or so and several drinks later both John
and Carol were feeling very relaxed. They were sitting
chatting when a tall muscular Arab man appeared at their
table. "Pardon the intrusion," he said, "but I wondered
whether I could have a dance with your lovely wife?"
John was immediately confronted by the opening gambit of
his fantasy. Here was a man asking his wife to dance.
Where might it lead?
Carol on the other hand immediately said, "No thank you,
I'm married, it wouldn't be proper."
"Oh come on Carol, the man just wants a dance. You know
you love dancing, why don't you let..."
"Abdou," responded the dark stranger, "yes, why don't
you let Abdou have just one dance?"
Carol was flustered, why was her husband letting another
man dance with her? She couldn't think of a reasonable
objection and so she found herself saying ok to just one
dance.
As she rose from the table Carol looked daggers at John.
She couldn't believe it.
There was no further time for thought as the big Arab
pulled Carol to the dance floor. As John watched he
realised that Abdou was a big man. He looked to be about
40yrs old but at some 6ft 4 inches in height he looked
very muscular and fit. John watched as they danced to a
fairly quick number and then when the music ended he
could see Carol turn to come back to the table. Abdou
however caught her arm and pulled her back. He was not
going to let her go after just one dance.
Oh no. Abdou wanted to hold this fair skinned beauty
tight to his big body and hopefully she would feel his
big cock as it erected against her taught and toned
tummy. Yes he thought to himself I'm going to enjoy the
slow seduction of this one.
Abdou had been in the club when they arrived and had
looked on with increasing arousal and excitement as this
blond long legged wife had danced with her wimp of a
husband. He didn't care that they were married; on the
contrary it made the chase and capture more exciting.
After all he had done it many times before, but never
with a woman as beautiful as this one.
And so as he pulled Carol back to him he said "Please
just one more, this is a slower number and we can relax
a bit."
Carol again had no answer to the reasonable request. She
could feel her heart thumping and herself blushing like
a school girl at the thought of dancing with this hulk
of a man. "Alright, I'll dance one more."
Abdou smiled at her and Carol felt herself being pulled
in close to the big man. Try as she might to keep him at
arm's length, the slow music made it a necessity to
dance close. She sighed and gave up the struggle and let
Abdou put his hand on her back and pulled her in close.
Carol realised that she had no where to put her head
other than against his chest and that's when she
realised how tall he was. With her five inch heels on
she knew she was pushing 6 feet, yet Abdou still seemed
to tower over her. As they moved around the dance floor
Carol could smell his musky odour and strangely she
found herself becoming aroused by the smell. To her
shame she could feel her nipples hardening and was sure
Abdou would notice. Abdou did indeed notice.
With her head against his chest he could smell her
scented hair and this coupled with the intimate
closeness of their bodies caused his cock to grow and
thicken. He hoped this American wife would feel his
passion building against her lithe body. Carol certainly
noticed something pushing into her tummy but couldn't
quite register what it was. "It can't be his penis," she
thought, "It's much too big, surely?"
From John's vantage point he had a ring side seat to the
couple. It looked so sexual as they danced, the big
tanned man holding his fair skinned wife close. He could
see Abdou's big hand on her lower back and every so
often it would dip down onto her sexy bum. John wondered
whether the big Arab was getting aroused by dancing so
intimately with his wife and if so what Carol would
think if she felt the man's erection.
Carol had exactly the same thoughts as she was guided
round the dance floor expertly. As they danced she was
constantly reminded of the huge bulge in Abdou's
trousers. She just couldn't believe that it was this
man's penis; no man could have something so big surely?
Abdou made sure that he pulled this sexy woman close at
every opportunity and he hoped he was stoking the fire
that would allow him to bed this wife later that night.
When there was a break in the music, Carol excused
herself and went to the restroom. Abdou sauntered over
to the table where John was sitting. "She's a good
dancer isn't she?" said John.
"Oh yes the best," agreed Abdou. He was trying to think
of a way of progressing his slow seduction of this white
woman and decided to be bold. "Look John, the band will
be winding up soon, why don't you both come back to my
apartment and I'll show you some Moroccan hospitality. I
also have some special ******* that I know you'll love."
John's mind was racing with the possibilities of the
situation. Would this be the chance to see his wife
seduced and taken by this big stud? Supposing Carol
won't agree? Before he could engage his brain John found
himself agreeing to Abdou's offer. "Wonderful,
wonderful," beamed Abdou and he could feel his big cock
twitch at the thought of bedding this beautiful wife.
Just then Carol reappeared looking slightly less flushed
than before. "What are you two talking about?" she said.
Before John could say a word, Abdou said "Well my dear,
your husband has kindly accepted by invitation of
hospitality at my apartment."
Carol didn't know what to say. She had thought John
would whisk her off back to the hotel and give her the
fucking she desperately needed. Rubbing up against
Abdou's manhood for over an hour had taken its toll and
she could feel how wet she was. In fact in the restroom
she had needed to dab at her inflamed pussy with tissue
paper in order to stop her juices soaking her skirt. Why
do I always get so wet when I'm ovulating she wondered?
"Well I suppose we could come and see where you live,"
she said, "but we mustn't stay too late must we John?"
"What? I err no, I suppose not," stammered John as Abdou
rose and offered Carol his arm.
And so five minutes later the three of them found
themselves heading off to an apartment where the lives
of John and Carol would be changed forever. As they
walked along John held one of Carol's arms and Abdou the
other. However after a while John consciously let go of
his wife's arm and stepped behind Abdou.
This was not lost on the big Arab and he put his big
protective arm around John's wife as if to say to
everyone she's mine. If Carol hadn't been so dazed by
the evening's events, she might have noticed various
other Arab men smiling at Abdou with knowing grins. They
had recognized the situation immediately; a western
couple with cuckold husband following on as a big
powerful Arab man led the wife to his bed.
Soon they reached Abdou's apartment and both John and
Carol were pleasantly surprised at how spacious it was.
"Let me get you some drinks," said Abdou as both John
and Carol collapsed into a big recliner.
Having sorted the drinks, Abdou put some music on and
walking over to Carol he said, "Can we have another
dance Carol, you're such a good dancer?"
Before Carol could answer she felt her husband pushing
her up. "Go on Carol, you know how much you enjoy it."
John secretly wanted to see his wife in the arms of this
Adonis again and who knows maybe more. Having no real
reason to object, Carol agreed and as she accepted
Abdou's hand she couldn't help but feel a shiver at the
thought of being reacquainted with his penis, albeit
covered by his trousers. She had a suspicion however
that he wasn't wearing any under garments since his
penis had seemed so clearly outlined back in the club.
As he clasped her to himself Abdou could feel his big
cock twitch once again. He moved one hand down to the
small of her back, just to test the waters and meeting
no resistance after another minute or so he moved his
hand onto her sexy bottom. He could feel through the
thin dress that Carol wasn't wearing pants, or perhaps
only very skimpy ones and he couldn't wait to see her
naked.
Carol felt lost in a different world as she circled
round with this big man. Not only she could feel his
penis growing hard against her once more, but she felt
his big hand on her bottom pulling her onto his
hardness. When she looked at her husband she noticed
that he was just rubbing his own penis through his
trousers. "My goodness," she thought, "he's getting
turned on watching us. Supposing I flirt a bit more and
show him what he's missing?"
With that Carol deliberately started to open her legs
and let Abdou's muscular leg rub against her inflamed
sex.
This change in Carol's demeanor was not lost on Abdou.
He let his hands roam all over the back of this sexy
white wife and he leaned down to kiss and nibble her
neck and ears. He heard Carol sigh and knew that he was
close to capturing this sexy wife. "Carol, let's give
John a show to remember shall we?"
Carol was brought back from her dreamlike state by
Abdou's question. "What do you mean?" she asked.
Almost in a whisper Abdou said, "Just this."
He had already found the zipper that ran down the back
of Carol's dress and he had it in his hands as he spoke
to her. He slowly started to pull the zipper down and it
was half way down her back before Carol realised what
was happening. "Wait Abdou, we can't do this I'm
married."
"So what of it, John wants me to undress you, don't you
John?"
John had no hesitation in replying in the affirmative.
This is what he had wanted for so long.
Caught in the confusion and surprise of hearing her
husband say that he wanted to see another man, a
stranger at that, undress her, Carol just stood while
Abdou pulled the zipper right down and then eased the
dress off her shoulders. Suddenly she realised that she
was standing in only her stockings and garter belt,
thong panties and her high heels.
As she looked up at Abdou she saw something that she
hadn't seen in a man for years and that was undisguised
lust. This man was lusting after her, this married
women! She should have felt ashamed at her feelings but
she didn't. Having got half naked, she realised that she
was enjoying the attention of this muscular Arab man. In
fact she decided to walk around in front of him as if to
say 'look at what my husband has and you haven't'.
This might have been a foolish act, but it merely served
to confirm what both men knew. For Abdou it confirmed
that Carol was absolutely gorgeous, the sexiest western
women he had ever seen and that she needed to be loved
sexually. For John as he fingered his painfully erect
cock, he knew that he was just a few steps away from
pushing his wife into bed with another man. He was close
to realizing his fantasy.
Abdou pulled Carol to him, lifted her face to his and he
kissed her. Carol would always remember that first kiss
since it was both passionate but more significantly the
precursor to her crossing a line that could not be re-
crossed, and to setting in motion events that would last
her and her husband a lifetime. She accepted his big
tongue into her mouth and her tongue fenced with his.
She could feel his big hands roaming all over body now
and she could also feel her over ripe vagina juicing up
again.
Suddenly Abdou broke the kiss and taking Carol's hand
said, "Come we'll be more comfy in here." So saying, he
led Carol into the adjoining bedroom in which there was
an enormous bed surrounded by mirrors and also as Carol
noticed a mirror above the bed on the ceiling. The
significance of this she would remember later.
In her trance like state it seemed quite natural that
Abdou should start to remove his clothing. Both Carol
and John watched as the big man removed his shirt to
reveal a hugely muscled chest and then he dropped his
trousers and just as Carol had suspected he wore no
underwear. His big cock reared up in all is magnificence
and Abdou was gratified to hear both husband and wife
express surprise at his size.
Abdou walked over to the bed where Carol was sitting and
stood in front of her, his big cock semi erect. Carol's
head was at the same level as the big man's groin and
she was amazed at the whole size and muscularity of this
man. Her trance like state was broken by Abdou who said
softly "Take my cock into your mouth."
Carol was aghast, "I can't! It's dirty and I've never
done that before."
by Makeitso
John and Carol were determined to enjoy their holiday in
Morocco. It was their 5year wedding anniversary present
to themselves and at the age of 28yrs, both with
successful careers they had plenty to be thankful for.
John was hoping the trip might take Carol's mind off the
subject of children, since of late she had been dropping
more and more hints that it would be good to start the
family that they had talked about. John didn't feel
ready however for all the intrusions that a baby would
bring to their carefree lifestyles. At the back of his
mind John also thought that once Carol had children his
fantasy of seeing Carol with another man would
disappear. It was a combination of his fantasy and a
reticence to engage properly on the subject of babies
that was to lead to the life changing holiday that they
had embarked upon.
Whilst packing for the holiday John had insisted that
Carol should pack several revealing dresses together
with 'appropriate' lingerie and two pairs of John's
favorite high heeled sandals. There was something about
seeing Carol's 5ft 6inch 125lb frame with long lithe
legs dressed up like a model. No, to be correct John
liked Carol to look slightly slutty since whenever they
were out and she was dressed this way, numerous men
would gaze at her long legs. John could imagine that
they were all wondering what she would be like in bed
with her long legs over their shoulders as they fucked
her.
This fantasy of seeing her taken by a bigger man in
every sense, but certainly one who would be equipped
with more than his 5 inches, surfaced more and more of
late. It had led one evening during a session of
foreplay, to John suggesting that Carol might like to
flirt and let herself be seduced by a big man. John had
been busy tonguing Carol's sensitive nipples when he
paused and slipped this suggestion into the
conversation. Carol's reaction had been immediate.
She had berated John for thinking that she would consent
to be with another man even if he did have a bigger cock
than his. It was this last comment that suggested to
John that she had at least recognized that his cock
might be on the small side. Later during their love
making when John's condom covered cock was doing its
best to make her feel good, he noticed that she seemed
to be more excited than usual, but he wasn't sure he
could pin it on the talk of this fantasy lover.
So several weeks later they were checking into their
plush hotel in Morocco. As they completed the
formalities at the desk, John was aware that several of
the local men were ogling Carol's bare legs. He said
nothing but could feel his cock twitch and this
continued when a young very dark skinned bell boy
carried their cases up to their room. In the lift the
bellboy stood behind Sarah and John could see him
admiring her full curvaceous figure.
When she stumbled on exiting the lift, John again
noticed the bell boy quickly leap to her aid and put his
muscular arm around her waist to help steady her. As
Carol regained her balance and stood up her face came
very close to the bellboy and just for a second they
stared into each other's eyes before each of them
composed themselves.
John was drinking up the spectacle and of course it only
served to fuel the fantasies he had, especially as the
man was so dark skinned. Carol seemed not to have
noticed, although John was sure her cheeks had reddened
and her breathing was erratic.
Once they had unpacked they went out to dinner and again
John noticed many of the local Arab men were openly
staring at his blond wife. Even Carol noticed eventually
and asked John what was going on. John explained that
attractive blond western women were highly prized in
this region since most local men only ever saw local
women who were darker skinned and had dark hair. Carol
accepted the explanation even though it made her
uncomfortable. She did however notice that she became
more aroused when thinking of all this attention from
these dark swarthy men.
Over the next two days John and Carol did some
sightseeing and then on the third day they decided to go
out to a club that had been recommended to them. Carol
asked John what she should wear and of course John
suggested that she wear her most revealing dress,
stockings and five inch heeled strappy sandals. John
didn't know why he wanted her to dress this way in
particular but he had a feeling that something might
happen at the club.
Carol protested and said "do you want to encourage all
those men to ogle me even more?" John told her it was
only harmless fun and since she had brought the clothes
she should wear them. With reluctance Carol agreed and
soon they were in a taxi heading to the club. Again John
noticed that the driver was repeatedly looking in the
mirror at Carol and he had the cheek to re-position the
safety mirror so that he could look at Carol's legs.
John had to admire the man's boldness and found himself
smiling at the driver in response to his wink.
Once in the club they found a quiet table and Carol was
thankful that it was reasonably dark so that other men
couldn't stare at her so much. During a couple of dances
John could see various men gazing at Carol's body as she
moved around the dance floor. For the most part Carol
kept her eyes closed so that she couldn't see who might
be looking.
After an hour or so and several drinks later both John
and Carol were feeling very relaxed. They were sitting
chatting when a tall muscular Arab man appeared at their
table. "Pardon the intrusion," he said, "but I wondered
whether I could have a dance with your lovely wife?"
John was immediately confronted by the opening gambit of
his fantasy. Here was a man asking his wife to dance.
Where might it lead?
Carol on the other hand immediately said, "No thank you,
I'm married, it wouldn't be proper."
"Oh come on Carol, the man just wants a dance. You know
you love dancing, why don't you let..."
"Abdou," responded the dark stranger, "yes, why don't
you let Abdou have just one dance?"
Carol was flustered, why was her husband letting another
man dance with her? She couldn't think of a reasonable
objection and so she found herself saying ok to just one
dance.
As she rose from the table Carol looked daggers at John.
She couldn't believe it.
There was no further time for thought as the big Arab
pulled Carol to the dance floor. As John watched he
realised that Abdou was a big man. He looked to be about
40yrs old but at some 6ft 4 inches in height he looked
very muscular and fit. John watched as they danced to a
fairly quick number and then when the music ended he
could see Carol turn to come back to the table. Abdou
however caught her arm and pulled her back. He was not
going to let her go after just one dance.
Oh no. Abdou wanted to hold this fair skinned beauty
tight to his big body and hopefully she would feel his
big cock as it erected against her taught and toned
tummy. Yes he thought to himself I'm going to enjoy the
slow seduction of this one.
Abdou had been in the club when they arrived and had
looked on with increasing arousal and excitement as this
blond long legged wife had danced with her wimp of a
husband. He didn't care that they were married; on the
contrary it made the chase and capture more exciting.
After all he had done it many times before, but never
with a woman as beautiful as this one.
And so as he pulled Carol back to him he said "Please
just one more, this is a slower number and we can relax
a bit."
Carol again had no answer to the reasonable request. She
could feel her heart thumping and herself blushing like
a school girl at the thought of dancing with this hulk
of a man. "Alright, I'll dance one more."
Abdou smiled at her and Carol felt herself being pulled
in close to the big man. Try as she might to keep him at
arm's length, the slow music made it a necessity to
dance close. She sighed and gave up the struggle and let
Abdou put his hand on her back and pulled her in close.
Carol realised that she had no where to put her head
other than against his chest and that's when she
realised how tall he was. With her five inch heels on
she knew she was pushing 6 feet, yet Abdou still seemed
to tower over her. As they moved around the dance floor
Carol could smell his musky odour and strangely she
found herself becoming aroused by the smell. To her
shame she could feel her nipples hardening and was sure
Abdou would notice. Abdou did indeed notice.
With her head against his chest he could smell her
scented hair and this coupled with the intimate
closeness of their bodies caused his cock to grow and
thicken. He hoped this American wife would feel his
passion building against her lithe body. Carol certainly
noticed something pushing into her tummy but couldn't
quite register what it was. "It can't be his penis," she
thought, "It's much too big, surely?"
From John's vantage point he had a ring side seat to the
couple. It looked so sexual as they danced, the big
tanned man holding his fair skinned wife close. He could
see Abdou's big hand on her lower back and every so
often it would dip down onto her sexy bum. John wondered
whether the big Arab was getting aroused by dancing so
intimately with his wife and if so what Carol would
think if she felt the man's erection.
Carol had exactly the same thoughts as she was guided
round the dance floor expertly. As they danced she was
constantly reminded of the huge bulge in Abdou's
trousers. She just couldn't believe that it was this
man's penis; no man could have something so big surely?
Abdou made sure that he pulled this sexy woman close at
every opportunity and he hoped he was stoking the fire
that would allow him to bed this wife later that night.
When there was a break in the music, Carol excused
herself and went to the restroom. Abdou sauntered over
to the table where John was sitting. "She's a good
dancer isn't she?" said John.
"Oh yes the best," agreed Abdou. He was trying to think
of a way of progressing his slow seduction of this white
woman and decided to be bold. "Look John, the band will
be winding up soon, why don't you both come back to my
apartment and I'll show you some Moroccan hospitality. I
also have some special ******* that I know you'll love."
John's mind was racing with the possibilities of the
situation. Would this be the chance to see his wife
seduced and taken by this big stud? Supposing Carol
won't agree? Before he could engage his brain John found
himself agreeing to Abdou's offer. "Wonderful,
wonderful," beamed Abdou and he could feel his big cock
twitch at the thought of bedding this beautiful wife.
Just then Carol reappeared looking slightly less flushed
than before. "What are you two talking about?" she said.
Before John could say a word, Abdou said "Well my dear,
your husband has kindly accepted by invitation of
hospitality at my apartment."
Carol didn't know what to say. She had thought John
would whisk her off back to the hotel and give her the
fucking she desperately needed. Rubbing up against
Abdou's manhood for over an hour had taken its toll and
she could feel how wet she was. In fact in the restroom
she had needed to dab at her inflamed pussy with tissue
paper in order to stop her juices soaking her skirt. Why
do I always get so wet when I'm ovulating she wondered?
"Well I suppose we could come and see where you live,"
she said, "but we mustn't stay too late must we John?"
"What? I err no, I suppose not," stammered John as Abdou
rose and offered Carol his arm.
And so five minutes later the three of them found
themselves heading off to an apartment where the lives
of John and Carol would be changed forever. As they
walked along John held one of Carol's arms and Abdou the
other. However after a while John consciously let go of
his wife's arm and stepped behind Abdou.
This was not lost on the big Arab and he put his big
protective arm around John's wife as if to say to
everyone she's mine. If Carol hadn't been so dazed by
the evening's events, she might have noticed various
other Arab men smiling at Abdou with knowing grins. They
had recognized the situation immediately; a western
couple with cuckold husband following on as a big
powerful Arab man led the wife to his bed.
Soon they reached Abdou's apartment and both John and
Carol were pleasantly surprised at how spacious it was.
"Let me get you some drinks," said Abdou as both John
and Carol collapsed into a big recliner.
Having sorted the drinks, Abdou put some music on and
walking over to Carol he said, "Can we have another
dance Carol, you're such a good dancer?"
Before Carol could answer she felt her husband pushing
her up. "Go on Carol, you know how much you enjoy it."
John secretly wanted to see his wife in the arms of this
Adonis again and who knows maybe more. Having no real
reason to object, Carol agreed and as she accepted
Abdou's hand she couldn't help but feel a shiver at the
thought of being reacquainted with his penis, albeit
covered by his trousers. She had a suspicion however
that he wasn't wearing any under garments since his
penis had seemed so clearly outlined back in the club.
As he clasped her to himself Abdou could feel his big
cock twitch once again. He moved one hand down to the
small of her back, just to test the waters and meeting
no resistance after another minute or so he moved his
hand onto her sexy bottom. He could feel through the
thin dress that Carol wasn't wearing pants, or perhaps
only very skimpy ones and he couldn't wait to see her
naked.
Carol felt lost in a different world as she circled
round with this big man. Not only she could feel his
penis growing hard against her once more, but she felt
his big hand on her bottom pulling her onto his
hardness. When she looked at her husband she noticed
that he was just rubbing his own penis through his
trousers. "My goodness," she thought, "he's getting
turned on watching us. Supposing I flirt a bit more and
show him what he's missing?"
With that Carol deliberately started to open her legs
and let Abdou's muscular leg rub against her inflamed
sex.
This change in Carol's demeanor was not lost on Abdou.
He let his hands roam all over the back of this sexy
white wife and he leaned down to kiss and nibble her
neck and ears. He heard Carol sigh and knew that he was
close to capturing this sexy wife. "Carol, let's give
John a show to remember shall we?"
Carol was brought back from her dreamlike state by
Abdou's question. "What do you mean?" she asked.
Almost in a whisper Abdou said, "Just this."
He had already found the zipper that ran down the back
of Carol's dress and he had it in his hands as he spoke
to her. He slowly started to pull the zipper down and it
was half way down her back before Carol realised what
was happening. "Wait Abdou, we can't do this I'm
married."
"So what of it, John wants me to undress you, don't you
John?"
John had no hesitation in replying in the affirmative.
This is what he had wanted for so long.
Caught in the confusion and surprise of hearing her
husband say that he wanted to see another man, a
stranger at that, undress her, Carol just stood while
Abdou pulled the zipper right down and then eased the
dress off her shoulders. Suddenly she realised that she
was standing in only her stockings and garter belt,
thong panties and her high heels.
As she looked up at Abdou she saw something that she
hadn't seen in a man for years and that was undisguised
lust. This man was lusting after her, this married
women! She should have felt ashamed at her feelings but
she didn't. Having got half naked, she realised that she
was enjoying the attention of this muscular Arab man. In
fact she decided to walk around in front of him as if to
say 'look at what my husband has and you haven't'.
This might have been a foolish act, but it merely served
to confirm what both men knew. For Abdou it confirmed
that Carol was absolutely gorgeous, the sexiest western
women he had ever seen and that she needed to be loved
sexually. For John as he fingered his painfully erect
cock, he knew that he was just a few steps away from
pushing his wife into bed with another man. He was close
to realizing his fantasy.
Abdou pulled Carol to him, lifted her face to his and he
kissed her. Carol would always remember that first kiss
since it was both passionate but more significantly the
precursor to her crossing a line that could not be re-
crossed, and to setting in motion events that would last
her and her husband a lifetime. She accepted his big
tongue into her mouth and her tongue fenced with his.
She could feel his big hands roaming all over body now
and she could also feel her over ripe vagina juicing up
again.
Suddenly Abdou broke the kiss and taking Carol's hand
said, "Come we'll be more comfy in here." So saying, he
led Carol into the adjoining bedroom in which there was
an enormous bed surrounded by mirrors and also as Carol
noticed a mirror above the bed on the ceiling. The
significance of this she would remember later.
In her trance like state it seemed quite natural that
Abdou should start to remove his clothing. Both Carol
and John watched as the big man removed his shirt to
reveal a hugely muscled chest and then he dropped his
trousers and just as Carol had suspected he wore no
underwear. His big cock reared up in all is magnificence
and Abdou was gratified to hear both husband and wife
express surprise at his size.
Abdou walked over to the bed where Carol was sitting and
stood in front of her, his big cock semi erect. Carol's
head was at the same level as the big man's groin and
she was amazed at the whole size and muscularity of this
man. Her trance like state was broken by Abdou who said
softly "Take my cock into your mouth."
Carol was aghast, "I can't! It's dirty and I've never
done that before."