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Chapter 3 by Gokky Gokky

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Mimi uses her imagination & prepares to see the doctor

In the first month or two after Mimi's marriage to Michael, she was able to busy herself with married life and getting their home together. Although she still gazed at the Arab men, she hoped that her infatuation was weakening. A life without Arab sex obsession would lead to a happier and contented wife which could only help her and Ben enjoy their life together.

Sex with her husband unfortunately was a disappointment, only enlivened by her imagining he was an Arab she had seen that day, or recently. She didn't even have to think of the Algerian or Tunisian or Moroccan for all the time that she and Ben were intimate, just enough to provoke the reaction in her that a good wife wishes to show her husband that she is enjoying the sex. Mimi was a truly loving wife, Ben was a sweet man and she wanted him to be happy. The first time she saw his dick, on their wedding night, she was shocked at how pink and thin it was. and she tried to not laugh but it was difficult ! When she imagined him to be the fat Arab it helped. She closed her eyes and Ben became the Muslim she wanted. Ben was happy that he thrilled his wife. Mimi then opened her eyes and saw his dribbling dick and a mess on her belly.

A few months Mimi had reason to visit their doctors. It wasn't a serious thing, just something Mimi had to check with a doctor, a slight problem with her back that caused her some discomfort.The issue that caused her to dwell on the upcoming appointment was not her trifling back discomfort but the doctor that she was due to see, Dr Abzou.

The morning of the appointment Mimi was alone, Ben was at work. Mimi sat in the bedroom flustered. She was, despite her best intentions, deeply aroused at seeing Dr Abzou. There were 8 doctors at the clinic, one of them was an Arab and she was going to see him. He was nearly 60 and overweight. But he was Arab, and Mimi was trembling, sat in front of her dressing table, dressed in her shortest skirt and tight blouse. The thought of him touching her had defeated her resolve. She was going to enjoy the old fat Arab touching her.

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