The old Arab realises she has no bra on

Mimi felt her husband's breath on her tender bum hole. His excited breathing was bliss to her. Watching his helpless pink dick clothed in a condom twitch was a joy to her. Gokky had said that he was certain that her white christian husband would succumb to her passion for Arab Muslim men but even he didn't expect these results so quickly. He had advised her to introduce Arab bad-boys as a theme when she and her hubby were having sex; she could tell him to pretend to be Arab and from that slowly teach the poor man that sex with her was for Arabs only, not him.

But here she was, sat on his face, wanking him while she described her meeting with some old men.

'When I returned from the toilet all the old men were so happy to see me, it was beautiful. It was quite quiet where we were sitting, some people walked past us of course, but not many, thank goodness!'

Mimi moved her bum and told her husband to kiss it. 'Kiss my bum hole, my lovely sweet, be happy that all those Arab Muslim men wanted your white christian wife. Mmmmmmm that's right, kiss me!'

She felt his soft lips on her soft anus and watched his impotent dick quiver and he instinctively pushed his hips up and his dick swung from left to right. She loved watching it flail feebly. She kept her hands off it.

'As I sat down the old Arab got up and made to move back to his friends who were sitting facing us, about 10 yards away. I asked him to stay seated and I got a seat and sat next to him. I asked him to sit with me, I said please my sweet because I am instinctively submissive to these old Arab men.

I told him my name and he told me his, he told me that it is an Algerian name. I told him I loved and admired Algerian men and I just had to look at his groin-his cock was pushing against the material of his trousers, it looked so hefty, so strong!'

'He looked at my chest and he could see I was not now wearing my bra, oh Michael my nipples were so hard, so stiff that they were pushing so hard on my blouse and because my blouse was white and thin, he could see the shape of my breasts very clearly. I always worry that they are a bit small for Arab men so I pushed my chest out for him. His eyes were so wide!!! I wanted him to suck and bite my christian breasts there and then! Our eyes met and although we just smiled it was clear he liked what he saw. I liked what I saw too.'

She pulled her bum cheeks wide open and pushed her bum down on her husband for a few seconds. Goodness, it felt good to his nose and mouth under her, she felt and delighted in his utter defeat and his struggle as her bum covered him. She raised herself an inch to allow him air, victorious.

Victory was a word Gokky used to describe her eventual conquest by his Arab Muslim brother. She now adored the word 'victory' and 'victorious'. She understood what Gokky meant and she loved that she would be that victory for the Muslims.

Her husband's defeat was Gokky's victory but he was her victory too.

She still wondered whether she could be as monumental victory as Louise had been to them. She needed Gokky to teach her about his management of Louise. Could he manage her the same way?

'I kissed the old Arab on his bald brown head and in doing so my breasts were close to his face. I had no bra and I had loosened a couple of buttons of my skimpy blouse. My breasts weren't popping out but he could see enough to show that I was on display for him. Hopefully he saw an erect pink nipple or two. I wanted his mouth on my nipple. I still do.'

' I then turned to face the others, they were all gazing at me, amazed that I had kissed their friend, or as they say, 'brother'. I pulled my right foot up to my chair and pretended to wipe some dust off my sandals and foot. I moved my foot to the right to allow the old men facing a better view. I spread my left leg a little too.'

'The four old Arabs were in paradise!! The looks on their faces!!! I could clearly see two more solid, strong old Arab cocks pushing against their trousers. I was in love with all five of them! I turned to my old lover next to me and said 'why are your friends so excited?'

' I turned my eyes to between my thighs and motioned him to look there, too'

She noticed her husband's breathing became quicker and his pink crayon jerked, his hips moved and a spurt of mess appeared in his condom. Another squirt was produced by his dick and her hubby moaned, pushed once more and a tiny amount of watery mess oozed out into the condom.

Mimi didn't move or react, and continued to tell her vanquished hubby about the old Arab. He had to be taught that she was now sexually, she was for Arab use only. Gokky would be proud of his white christian pet.