Mimi and the Arabs get friendly

Mimi played with the small, spent, flaccid, soft, flabby stump between her husband's legs. Still covered in the condom, the thin, weak mess looking like piss, spat out by her hubby made for an unseemly sight. She would never dream of him knowing, but his pink dick was not at all attractive. Compared to the muscular, majestic, Muslim sexual weapons she marvelled at on the internet his little willy was a meaningless.

'I love you, Michael, you are the best husband I could have. I am yours and you are mine.' She said this as she considered his shrivelled, pointless dick.She got off him and lay next to him, leaning on her elbow to look down at his handsome, but defeated face. He was evidently extremely embarrassed at cuming while she spoke of her meeting with the old Arabs. She kissed him on his cheek and then his forehead.

Just because I am going to have sex with Arab men and not you, please know that we are and will always be a loving, caring couple. You accepting this will bring us together. Denying it, as I have, and you would have had to, would have destroyed us. Each month that past with me yearning for Arabic use would have weakened us and separated us. He looked at her,concerned but then relieved when she added 'but now nothing will come between us. I will wank you and the Arab will fuck me'. She kissed him again.

He looked at her and spoke. 'You showed them your pussy? Mimi, really, did you?'

'I did, and I spread my thighs and lifted my right knee up to ensure that all five of them had a good view of my white christian offering to them. I've wanted to do something like this for so long, Micheal . It was heavenly to spread for them, to know Muslim eyes were feasting on the sight of my naked moist, white honeypot.'

' The old man lowered his head to see, he was to my left you see, so I turned for him and ensured that he had a good view to enjoy my offering to them. I wanted to caress my demanding pussy but I daren't in public, even what I was doing was a risk, but a small one, don't worry. I was careful. This was for the 5 old Muslim men, nobody else.'

' I repeated my full name to the old man, and asked him if he liked me.' She smiled, 'his response was enthusiastic!! His eyes were locked on my pussy Micheal, so I asked him THE question. I asked him, Micheal, I asked him. I asked an 80 year old Muslim man!!!!'

Micheal knew what she asked, even before she told him.

'I wanted to ask him if he and his friends wanted to have sex with me' I was so nervous, but I just couldn't not ask but I was so nervous. It was a perfect situation. They are Arab, which I need, they are Muslim, which I need, and they are old and kind and not at all, intimidating like the younger Arab boys I've yearned for. You see why I had to ask? But it was something so important to me, to you that I blurted it out and he couldn't understand me. But he knew, my sweet, he knew. Arab Muslim men are so knowing, so in control, so confident, even 80 year olds and their cocks are so beautiful, I've looked at them on porn sites and they are simply delicious, I look at them naked and swoon, my sweet, how could any women resist?'

'He held my mind, looked at me so kindly and said yes, my brothers and I will give you the Arabic Muslim sex that you are yearning for.'

' I was so happy, the joy and relief in my face told him that he was right, of course he was right; that's why I am offering myself to him. I cannot resist them, not any more, I need all of them to fuck me, five old Arab immigrant Muslim men, who can treat me as their white christian fuckmeat! Oh IT'S PERFECT!!!'

He did, he couldn't argue. It could have been so much worse.

' He almost jumped for joy. I was made to feel the perfect gift, the most wonderful feast. His reaction and his 'brothers' when he hurried over to tell them-in their language so it was a secret from anyone who was walking by-it was like it was xmas for them, even though they don't have it because they are Muslim, but you know what I mean. They all came over to me, really excited and asking if I really meant it. I told them, quietly of course, that I had never shown myself like that to any man except my husband and so yes I certainly did mean it. I wanted to be theirs to enjoy as long as they were good men. They promised that they were. The old man looked at me, his dark brown eyes staring at my green eyes and asked me if you knew. He said that they couldn't have me unless you knew.'

She looked at her husband and he almost looked relieved. 'See how honourable these Muslim men are? I told them that you were very gentle and kind, and I would ask you and then contact them.'

'Now, I need to ring him and arrange our first date!'