This is the story of a Tunisian married couple. Fathi, my husband, is a teacher of Islamic studies and a preacher in the local mosque. I, Nany, his wife, had some college education that didn't help me find a job. Physically, I am very beautiful and seductive. As a married couple, we had over a period of ten years six children: four daughters and two sons.
As you may have guessed, our sex life had been stable and rewarding for at least the first ten years of our married life. As time went by, my husband's sexual performance started to wane as my hunger for sex increased. It so happened that the husband's professional and academic involvement forced him to travel to Saudi Arabia and stay there for eight months. During his being away from home, I had to hold the fort and keep busy raising our kids.
My college education was in English Language and Literature. I thought I would make the best of my skills by seeking English-speaking pen pals. That led me to be acquainted with a British couple named Henry and Pamela. In their letters, they shared views about marriage and sex. In one letter, Pamela confessed that Henry, perhaps like Fathi, was performing poorly in bed. In the face of increasing sexual frustration, he allowed her to take a lover.
That was music to my ears. But how could a Mufti and a teacher of Islamic studies allow his wife to take a lover? That seemed impossible in my case.
At Pamela's suggestion, I placed an ad in a sex magazine, seeking a well-endowed male. In no time, I was flooded with replies, all asking me to be their sex partner.
I picked up one from South Wales. His name was Benjy. I was ten years his senior, but who cares? He admitted he liked mature married ladies.
He was also willing to come to Tunisia for his annual leave, and the two of us would arrange to meet in secret for unlimited sexy fun. My main concern for the time being was to keep my husband in the dark. I would also make sure that none of our kids would suspect that I was having an affair with a foreigner. The good news, though, was that my husband still had to be in Saudi Arabia for five more months. Benjy had to make the necessary arrangements to visit me in Tunisia long before my husband's return.
I phoned him that very evening asking him to book his flight as soon as possible. In the meantime, I would find him a studio apartment not far from my home to stay at. It didn't take me long to find one and pay three months' rent in advance to get the keys. The idea was that, when Benjy arrived, he would settle down in the studio, and every night when our kids were asleep in their rooms, I would send a signal to Benjy to come and spend the remaining hours of the night sharing my bed in the marital bedroom.
Benjy arrived a week later to stay in Tunisia for one month. I felt so happy at the prospect of having a real man, young, energetic, and with a nine-inch penis sharing my bed every evening for a whole month!. It was my dream turning into reality. Benjy got me a load of perfume and sexy lingerie so that I could seduce any male on the face of the earth, except my husband.
As early as the first visit, Benjy and I got closer, and we had deeper conversations gradually touching on the sexual. He had a wife at the time but was legally separated as she had a stroke and was having intensive care in the United States. We always asked each other questions on matters related to our married life. I was very comfortable with him, and I always talked to him in a very open tone.
The biggest problem I had was identifying the line between a platonic friendship and an emotional affair. I didn't think what I was doing was wrong. I liked to tease him saying that he was now leading a bachelor’s life. He told me he could make me forget about my husband because he was very good in bed. He started telling me about how to give a woman good oral sex and make sure he was giving her pleasure. I told him what I liked, but that each woman liked it differently, and he should talk to me to know what I liked.
In addition to our daily encounters in the flesh, we exchanged e-mail messages that got longer and longer and became more and more explicit. He started asking very personal questions like what I liked sexually. I still thought about him as a great friend, I never thought of him romantically.
I remember him asking me what my biggest dirty secret was, and I told him it was at a mosque's backyard when I flirted with a fellow student. He started asking me what kind of underwear I was wearing under my scrubs. I didn't see any kind of harm in his question, and I replied that I was wearing a camisole and shorts because it was hot that day. He told me he was horny and that he was touching himself.
As early as his first visit to my home, he started saying dirty things to me to do to myself and what he was doing with his penis. At first, I got all embarrassed and told him I was doing the things he asked for, despite that being a lie. He asked me to say things to him, to start making moaning noises, and I did.
While I was moaning for him I got excited and finally touched myself. I felt so dirty but so good. I knew it was wrong, but it didn't feel wrong. It was just me touching and not him. It was like I was out of my body watching me do those things. Soon his breathing became faster, and I knew he was having an orgasm. I was so wet and so horny, but I didn't let myself have an orgasm at that moment.
The first day he arrived in Tunisia, Benjy invited me for a meal out and I accepted readily. I was only wearing a tiny pair of wispy black lace panties and sheer thigh-high stockings under the dress. I sat down next to Benjy and pulled on my matching high-heeled shoes. I turned to him and lightly kissed him with my full lips.
"I'm ready to go," I said and stood up.
He took my hand and we walked out to the car. We drove to the restaurant, parked the car, and went in. We had made reservations and had arrived early. We were both nervous and Benjy ordered drinks. As we sipped our drinks, we talked about the plans we had made for the evening. I was a very sensual lover and always willing to try just about anything. The waitress came over and we ordered a round of drinks.
We decided to eat our meal in the lounge and ordered. Benjy and I made small talk and you could feel the sexual tension building throughout the meal. The waitress cleared the table as the band started playing. During one slow dance, we pulled each other's bodies closer together. When we walked back, Benjy had an enormous bulge, which did not escape my eyes.
"It's time to leave," I said.
At my home, there was no one as I made sure that my kids would be at their grandmother's for the first night I had Benjy in my bedroom for sex.
"What's your pleasure?" I asked Benjy
"Scotch on the rocks."
"Ok," I said.
After mixing the drinks I put them on a tray and went into the bedroom. Benjy and I were standing at the foot of the bed and kissing each other. Soon we started to kiss each other, grinding our pelvic regions into each other. We had stepped back and Benjy was unbuttoning his shirt while he was sliding my dress down my shoulders. I pulled his shirt off revealing a tan muscular chest. He pulled my dress down over my hips and I stepped out of it and my shoes. My sexy little panties and thigh-high stockings looked fantastic and oh-so-sensual. Benjy wet his lips and smiled.
"Nice," he said.
I reached down and unclasped his belt. I ran my hand up and down his bulge and for the first time, he heard me moan. The zipper was loud in the room as I pulled it down. I tugged his pants down and pulled each leg off while removing his shoes at the same time. I bent down and pulled Benjy's socks off, my face inches from his crotch. Standing up, I turned around and he could see my erect nipples. Benjy moaned and reached out with his hands. He brushed my already hard nipples with his palms and slid his fingers down each nipple, tweaking them.
I gasped and putting my hands on his waist pulled our bodies together. We drove our tongues deeper into each other's mouths. We were running our hands up and down each other backs and again grinding our groins into each other. I hooked my fingers into the waistband of Benjy's shorts and slowly pulled his shorts down. Benjy did the same with my tiny lace panties. It was my turn and I gasped aloud as his cock literally sprang into view when I pulled his shorts down.
Benjy's cock was much longer and thicker than the little piece of meat my husband had. I moaned as I pulled his shorts down his legs, my unblinking eyes never leaving his prick. As he picked up first one foot and then the other, stepping from his underwear, his cock swung the other way, slapping against a thigh. I did not stand back up but knelt in front of Benjy. I reached up and clasped his cock in my right hand. He moaned as I slowly stoked it. I moved my left hand up and touched his balls with my fingertips. I moved forward and kissed the head of his cock.
I stuck out my tongue and touched the tip of his dick. Benjy's hips moved back and my hand slid up his cock. I pulled slightly, his hips reversed, and his cock touched my lips. I stroked his cock a few times and played with his balls, the tip of his cock never leaving my lips. I opened my mouth and moved my head forward letting the head of his cock slide between my wet lips. He moaned as more of his cock went into my mouth. My cheeks were hollow. He was feeling as I sucked on his cock.
I moved my hands up to his waist and pulled on it pushing more of his cock into my mouth. So far, we had both been moving very slowly, but that would not last very long. I swallowed more of his cock and slid my hands up his chest. I found his nipples and pinched them. Benjy moaned and shoved his hips forward pushing more of his cock into my mouth and down my throat. I pulled my head back as his wet cock reappeared from between my lips.