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.
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.