Hijabi Wife

Author’s note:
this story is mainly fictional, but based on something really happened to me.
I must thank also the guys on here who helped me, editing the story. A special thank to Celtenham.
Even though the story has been edited, since English is not my mothertoungue, i cannot assure that is foolproof. So please, don’t be harsh!!!


HIJABI WIFE

One of my best friends comes from Morocco. So two years ago I went there with him to visit the country. We spent about a fortnight travelling and then chilled out a bit at his uncle’s house.

This house is normally shared by lots of people. As you all know, in those regions families have really close bonds. My friend’s was no exception. In fact there were about 15 people packed in this three story house. It was a nice building located at the outskirts of Rabat, with a store that sold spices at street level and two more floors above.

Given this, lots of us had to sleep on the couch. Actually it was not as bad as it seems: the typical house in Morocco has the living room surrounded by this high and comfortable sofas. So we were not cramped.

Among all those who frequented the house, I had made friends with one woman in particular. Her name was Kebira. She was the uncle’s wife.

She was an average height woman, with a slim body, a nice firm ass and a set of tits able to made her loose dress bulge a little. But, mainly, she always smiled at me. It was nice, since all other women were very afraid of dealing with me, because in such a narrow-minded culture it’s not acceptable for them to deal with males outside the family.

One night, I was sleeping with all the others as usual when I suddenly was awoken by hands shaking me. Still drowsy, I opened my eyes and looked around to understand what was going on. I managed to notice that all the others were still sound asleep before one finger was placed on my mouth to prevent me from making any noise.

I tried to focus on the person who had woke me up, but it was hard, because I usually wear glasses and they laid on the table beside the couch. So I reached out an hand and put my glasses on. Finally I was able to see Kebira. Even though it was very late, she still wore her hijab and dress, as if she had not gone to bed at all. Both her hands and eyes were shaky.

Since she didn’t speak my language and I didn’t know a single word in Arabic, she gestured me to follow her. Even though I felt uneasy with the whole situation, I stood up as silently as I could and went with her. She led me to the staircase and headed downstairs.

I was still half asleep and this helped to make the situation even more surreal then it was. The pinnacle was reached when she opened the door of the spices store stock room and all those smells inebriated me.

Lost as I was, I stopped in my track and Kebira pulled my arm. Once inside the stock room she closed the door and turned on the light. It was just a bulb, hanging from the ceiling and it spread around just an halo of trembling light. I looked at the woman, hoping for some explanation but she simply pushed me against one of the shelves and started to kiss me.

My eyes went wild for the shock. I felt the top of her breasts pressing against my chest and spreading some heat. The silk of her hijab caressed my skin. Somehow this kiss felt odd. Not only because of the situation, but mainly because, even though she tried to act as if she were passionate and lustful, her eyes, lips and hands trembled. I was not sure if this was due to the fear of being caught, the emotion for kissing me, the uncertainty of my reaction or what…but for sure something was not right.

When I finally regained control of myself, I pushed Kebira away from me, with a slight bit of force but trying not to be rude. The moment our lips parted, her eyes averted from mine. She did say something in Arabic, which I didn’t get. I stood still for some instants then headed out of the room.

She grabbed my arm and stopped me almost immediately. After saying something else, she gestured the far corner of the stock room. I followed her forefinger and, to my great surprise, I saw, half hidden in the shadow casted by the unsteady light, an old man. I had to focus my eyes more to distinguish the feature of Kebira’s husband.

I was literally astonished. But, finally, I could now understand what was going on. Now, the behavior of the woman and even her uncertainty made sense: it was not by her own will that she had tried to seduce me, but to satisfy her husband’s voyeuristic fantasies.

This guess of mine was confirmed when the old, wrinkled man stood up and came into the light. He was wearing only a bathrobe, underneath which it was easy to spot a bulging erection. He had a fairy big belly and some grey chest hair was visible. I wondered how a nice young lady like Kebira came to marry such a man. He indicated with his hands Kebira, trying to say me to go closer to her and continue the show. But I didn’t move. Noticing my hesitation, he got near Kebira and unlatched her robe from the back. It immediately fell to the ground, letting the woman completely naked in front of me. Her breasts were big, just as the outlines of her dresses let guess, her legs were smooth and slender. They led to a perfectly shaven pussy. She had what they call a camel toe: actually just the outer labia were visible.

The man made Kebira turn around, so that I could appreciate the nice, round firm ass of his wife. He even spanked her hard, to let me know that she had no fat there. Then he made the young woman face me once more and pushed her toward me.

I can’t deny that I felt a twitch in my pants thanks to that show. I’ve never been attracted by dark-skinned woman in general, but Kebira, I had to admit, was a really fine piece of tail! Her amber skin radiated under that dim light and her boobs swung just too tantalizingly. It took just one moment to make up my mind. Afterwards I’d have to ask myself if it was because I was still asleep or inebriated by those scents that I did what I did, but…when Kebira kissed me again, I responded.

I placed my hands on her back and enjoyed the feeling of her tongue battling with mine. Her lips were full and hot. Her skin burned like the sunlight of her land. I caressed her, letting my hands travel, one to her butt and the other to the tits.
I fondled and groped her. I felt that her nipples responded to my touch and get erect, so I pinched one of them, making her moan into my mouth.

Behind us, her husband nodded, satisfied, and went back to his chair. Then barked something. Immediately, she broke our kiss and started dancing sensually to an inaudible music, rubbing her body against mine Her hard nipples dragged across me and felt really great. Even her ass grinding at my erection was something very arousing.

While dancing, Kebira lifted the white shirt I used as pj’s and kissed my young, shaven chest. Then moved up my neck, biting my ear slightly before tracing my outlines back down, to my pubes. There, she pulled at the briefs I had on and freed my dick, which sprung out, already hard. Her face could not hide a smile and, looking over at the wrinkled cock surrounded by grey, greasy hair of her husband, I could understand why.

I’m not here to brag about how hung I am: I’m of average length and girth, but at least I keep myself clean!

Kebira took hold of my erection and started jerking it. Her touch was delicate and skilled. With her free hand, she fondled my balls so that precum oozed out, making the cock-head glisten. Even though she was trying her best to act sexily, it was clear to me that Kebira was not very happy to do such a thing.