A Moroccan Gift 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.