Hafida’s Night Out

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Hafida’s Night OutWe had been in the UK for about two months, and Hafida had settled intoour little house, taking it over in her new role as a housewife. After theevents in the hotel in Casablanca, there had been a couple of days when ourrelationship had been a bit strained. Quite understandable really. Onenight as we lay in bed, Hafida asked me, ‘Why you let two hotel boys havesex with me?’ ‘I was drunk like you, I got excited watching them touch youin the lift.’ She nodded, her lips pursed, giving her an air ofphilosophical understanding! ‘Why did you let them touch you withoutsaying anything to me?’ I asked. She shrugged her shoulders and said inher odd, broken English, ‘I not know. Men never touch me before. I feelsexy when they carry me. When that one hold my titty, I think you getangry, but you say nothing! Then man touch my pussy, and I get ver’ sexy!Not want him stop!’ ‘When we were in the room, you enjoyed it as much asme, didn’t you!’ I laughed to dispel any fears she might have that I wasangry with her. It worked. She grinned sheepishly. ‘What you think! Inot wood! You give me to mans, they play with my Tina (pussy) then oneshow me his kalwa (penis) and put my hand there. When you come in room,and tell them take my clo’s off, what I do? You husband, so I mus’ do asyou say! I feel ver’ sexy, on bed when you all look me. I know you allwith big kalwa’s. I know you all fuck me. All men always fuck girls withno clo’s. So when man start fuck me, no problem!’ I laughed, and so didshe. ‘How did he feel?’ I asked with a smile, remembering the sight of thehuge thing the waiter had, being squeezed into Hafida’s tight hole! ‘Big!He fill me up! Make much maa (semen)! Make big come for me!’ By now I wasas hard as rock, and when I reached out for her, she didn’t hesitate. Wespent the next hour fucking each other to a standstill!There is a night club called The Fridge, in Brixton, just down the roadfrom where we live. So, one Friday night, I took her there, so she couldsee how the ‘infidel westerners’ enjoyed gümüşhane escort themselves! She loved it. Music,lights. She danced for hours. Not just with me, but, (after making sure Ididn’t mind) with anyone who offered! Of course, most of the guys whodanced with her bought her a drink, and as the evening wore on, Hafidabecame more and more inebriated. This, of course, led to all the guys whodanced with her helping themselves to a feel of the uncomplaining Hafida!By midnight she was looking very untidy indeed.Inevitably, she got very drunk, and equally inevitably, one guy managedto guide her through a fire exit into the alley next to the building. Inursed a hard on as I watched from the partially open fire exit door. Hepinned her against the wall and kissed her, first on the neck and then onthe mouth as she gave in to him. For a minute they just snogged, but thenhis hands left her buttocks and climbed to her tits. Her blouse was looseoutside her skirt, having had numerous hands up it all night, so it was noeffort for him to get at her bare flesh. I was quite surprised when sheoffered no resistance to him slipping her bra up off her breasts. When hebent to suck her nipples, she just leaned against the wall with her eyesshut, so it was only moments before his hand slid up her skirt and into herknickers. He must have fingered her for several minutes, before he pulleddown her panties. She still didn’t move, just kept on holding his head andkept kissing him. He fumbled for a moment as he tried to undo his belt andzip, but then he dropped his pants and hiked up her skirt. Picking up herright leg and holding it at waist height, he bent his knees, pushedforward, and after a couple of exploratory probes with his cock, found herpussy and went right on in. Just pulled down her knickers and fucked herup against the wall. Hafida’s response? She put her arms back around hisneck and watched his face as he fucked her. The action lasted for aboutten minutes. How his knees held out hakkari escort I’ll never know! Eventually, ofcourse, he stopped, went rigid and without a sound shot his load into her.Then, still in character, he gave her a last kiss, did up his trousers andjust walked away, leaving her with her pants around her ankles in thealley!Hafida staggered about for a moment or two, retrieved her pants andpulled them up. As she was putting her bra to rights, I was just going togo and fetch her back inside the club when I heard some laughter from upthe alley way. Looking towards the street, I could see the same guy comingback, but this time he had one of his friends for company. Obviously theyintended having something of a social evening with my wife. Hiding in thedoorway, I was only a few feet away from Hafida, and the two guys didn’tspot me there. I watched the unfolding action by the light of the solitarybulb that lit the alleyway.Hafida looked up as she heard them approaching. No reaction, no words.They stood one either side of her, the original one put his arm around hershoulders and gave her a lingering kiss. Then he said, in a really broadSouth London accent, ‘This ‘ere is my mate, Freddie. Ees really nice ‘eis! When I told ‘im abaht yer, ‘e wanted ter meet yer, didn’t yer,Freddie?’ Freddie grinned at Hafida and said ‘Yeah! Always wants ter meetnice fr’enly girls, me! Joey ‘ere said yer woz a real nice girl, realfr’enly, accomodatin’ as it were; know wha’ ah meen, do yah dahlin’?’Hafida just stared at him, seemingly not to notice as Joey lifted up herskirt. In a very slurred voice she said,’Hello, Frettie. I Hafida’. She looked down at Joey’s hand, which wasnow busy down the front of her knickers. Freddie grinned even more, andleaned forward to kiss her. Hafida put her arms around his neck and beganto snog him as though she’d known him for years! He immediately startedundoing her shirt. Joey in the meantime had got Hafida’s knickers aroundher knees and her skirt around her waist. escort bayan He was standing behind her withhis trousers around his ankles and his cock pointing skywards. Freddie hadgot Hafida’s tits out and was playing with them (still snogging her) asJoey eased her hips back a little, bent his knees, slipped his cock underher bum into her dripping pussy and proceeded to fuck her for a second timethat evening! He must have the most enduring knees on the planet! Notthat all this fucking interrupted the snogging session! Oh, No! All thathappened was that Hafida started digging about in Freddie’s trousers, hermouth still glued to his! When she managed to get it out, she bentforward, supported by Freddie’s hands, and began to suck his cock. ‘Yeah!We gonna have a real good time!’ Freddie exclaimed and started to fuck hermouth. After a minute or so, Joey stood up and said to his mate, ‘Wannaswop? I creamed ‘er earlier, so it’s a bit wet, but yer might as well ‘avea go while she sucks me off!’ ‘Right on….real sociable of yer, that is!’Hafida stood up for a moment as they changed ends. When Joey was in frontof her, and Freddie was pushing her head down, so he could get in her frombehind, she bent forward and began to give Joey his blow job. Freddie slidin at the other end, and began humping her. Not being quite as tall asJoey, he had no need to bend his knees, and so his cock flowed smoothly inand out of my drunken wife.Very soon there was a lot of heaving breathing, and Joey, as charming asever, yelled, ‘Ferkin’ Ell!’ As he came in Hafida’s mouth. Freddie, alittle more refined; simply gasped ‘Oh Yeaaaah!’ as he shot his load inHafida’s other end! Creamed at both ends. What a mess! Laughing andjoking with each other, the two guys pulled up their trousers and Joey saidto Hafida, ‘Won’t kiss yer g’bye, bit messy….know what ah meean? Butthanks for the shag, an’ we’ll see yer ‘ere next Sat’day, OK?’ And withthat they were gone.I waited until she’d organised herself again, then I slipped through thedoor and took Hafida by the arm. ‘There you are! I thought I’d lost you!’I led her back into the club to get her coat. I didn’t say anything to heras we left, not that conversation was really possible. She was so drunkshe could only just about walk. Or maybe her mouth was still full! Whoknows?’

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