Pool Day

Elizabeth was wearing a light blue bikini, with a large white star on the back of the bottoms and up top. She was seven months pregnant. The bikini matched the Somalian flag, and he could see the edge of her tattoo peek out from the edge of the bottom.

He smiled, relishing that he'd conquered such a fine prize. But then he frowned. He'd permitted her to be too Westernized, too liberal, for too long. This was no longer a Christian home. He needed to set some rules.

Elizabeth sat at the dining table beside Yusuuf, leaning in to give him a passionate kiss.

"Going to the pool?" Yusuuf asked.

"I thought we might take a ride out to the beach, actually," Elizabeth said. Yusuuf frowned.

"Showing off all this flesh ... it should be shown to me, and only to me. Why don't you spend the day by the pool, where only the children will see you? We'll get you a swimsuit that it is more ... modest."

Elizabeth shifted uncomfortably in her chair. Part of her felt rebellious in this moment -- but her hungry, pregnant pussy loved when he set down some rules.

"Of course, Yusuuf," Elizabeth said, smiling brightly at her husband.