My wife has always had a bit of a “thing” for Arab and Asian men. I put this down to her having worked in India for several years before we met. She lost her virginity to an Indian doctor and for a while thought that she was pregnant by him. this may explain later events.
It was a hot sticky day as only English summer days can be, when my wife and I strolled out on the promenade of an English coastal resort The mother-in-law had given us a break from our two young children. my wife was wearing a green sundress, which was a bit too low cut for my liking, but my young wife teased me for being a fuddy duddy. I ought to point out at this point that I am eight years younger than my wife and as an Anglican clergyman I admit to being old fashioned in my views.
We noticed an Arab – a young man who seemed to approach a number of young women who walked off abruptly. apparently offended.
My wife said “Reginald -that’s terrible-it’s no way to treat a guest in our country-we should take a stand against racial prejudice!.We must welcome the young man”. “Quite right my dear !” I exclaimed.
We approached the young Arab and offered him a seat at the outdoor restaurant By the quayside.As we sat down. I saw to my horror that my wife’s suntop had been pulled right down, exposing nearly all of her generously endowed breasts-except for the nipples. I realised at once that this could not be by accident. I then noticed that as my wife sat down she peeled back the dress to expose an ample acreage of thigh.
The young Arab-Abdul from Alexandria also noticed my wife’s behaviour and stared hard at her ample bosom. Much to my alarm I noticed that my wife stared back at Abdul and licked her lips. Quite out of character I blurted out that many English people regarded Arabs as great lovers. “But it is true sir, the English are a cool race”. but leering at my wife, “or at least the men are”. He then defiantly placed his hand on my wife’s unresisting and well exposed thigh. Nonsense, I said, there’s no evidence”
The Arab then invited us back to his hotel room for drinks. I had a few too may and harped back to his challenge. “Lets put it to the test” said my wife. “Alright”. ii exclaimed grumpily – I must admit to being a bit turned on by the demon drink. The Arab produced a coin. “We will toss or her”! The coin came up with the Queen’s head and I had called tails.
The Arab pounced upon my wife before I could say anything further. He contemptuously pulled off her panties, smelled them deeply and put them in his pocket. “Souvenir” he said. He then pulled off the sundress to reveal my wife’s large breasts and bushy regions. To my alarm I noticed that moisture had trickled down her thighs. She was red faced, breathless and obviously highly aroused.
The Arab then stripped of his T shirt and white slacks to reveal a dark smooth skin which seemed to have been anointed with oil. He then pulled down his boxer shorts. I gasped in dismay and my wife groaned. The Egyptian was possessed of a gigantic black cock easily well over a foot in length. Like most Moslems he had been circumcised and the head bulged and glistened. Even before half of this gigantic cock had entered her my wife came violently. I suddenly came round from my paralysis. “Wait, shouldn’t you be using a condom or something?” “Not now Charles! “,snapped my wife, her brain stifled by wave after wave of multiple orgasms. Finally the Arab ceased his rogering. leaving my wife oozing in his generous cum.
“Your turn” said Abdul smirking.Much too my alarm I found that I could not get an erection – his gigantic shaft made me feel a boy among men. A few minutes later I pleaded some excuses and left them at it. My wife returned the next morning saying that they had had it eight times and that she had never felt more satisfied. Abdul had insisted on taking her panties as a souvenir and joked that he hoped that he had not left a souvenir of his own.
Six weeks later my wife discovered that she was pregnant.I had a vasectomy three years before. Although a vicar I did not believe that this was a miracle. Sure enough, in due course my wife was delivered of a dark skinned and obviously Arab baby- although she herself is a blonde. The bishop helped of course by moving us to a new parish in West Yorkshire. Unfortunately its has lots of single Asian males working in the textile mills. My wife insist on taking baby Ali out in the pushchair dressed in a very short black micro skirt and low cut blouse. She also sys that she has given up wearing panties and bras as she likes to feel the air on her skin. I have entirely lost confidence as a husband and have become impotent. Meanwhile, my wife is getting a lot of attention from the local Asian males and Abdul is asking to pay a paternal visit.
Man, that was a fantastic story! I enjoyed it very much as I often think of my own wife becoming a dirty little submissive slut for arrogent Arab men. Its quickly becoming one of my favorite fantasies, in fact.
Wow she is one hot young babe