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The Somalian Wife Next Door

By: scotjock1



So I begin writing this story, almost like a confession. I noticed that for the last year a Somalian family was living next to me in our block of flats, now I never knew or noticed because I worked odd hours at the best of times, and sometimes saw the mother taking her children to school or the father coming home.

I worked as a security guard, so one minute I was on a night shift or another during the day.

But it was in the last few months I noticed more arguing, and shouting from their flat.

Now I'm not a nosy person, but I do fear for women and children in situations like that. 

Amran was the mother's name, and I only started to notice her when she seemed down, especially when I caught her taking the kids to school. 

Amran was beautiful, in that exotic Somalian beauty way. She was a bit skinny, but had a lovely pair of legs, and a nice set of hips, and quite a large bottom. But she always wore the traditional Muslim head scarf, the Hijab so obviously I never saw her hair, but her face was beautiful with dark hazel eyes and a cute smile.

She always seemed to wear long dresses, down to her ankles and on her feet wore socks with sandals, or shoes.

Anyway about a month ago, I heard that inevitable argument from next door. It totally pissed me off, as I was trying to watch a film on Netflix at the time. Then I heard a crash, as if something was thrown or smashed onto the floor. I jumped up, an instinct as a Bouncer and a Security Guard told me the argument had gone from words, to actions very fast.

I crept to my door, and opened it to the hallway and saw Amran's door open, and screaming children. Her husband stepped out, shouting back into the house from the hallway.

"You stupid bitch, I am your husband! I tell you what to do!"

The door slammed in his face, and in anger he marched past me out of the building. I didn't think much else about the evening, Amran needed the night off to relax after the argument so I went back inside.

The night passed, and the next day I was free so on my way home at about 9pm from the local shops I saw Amran alone at her door opening it.

She looked stunning in a long dark purple dress, the headscarf and sandals. I smiled at her, and she smiled back warmly.

I decided to talk to her about the other night, and walked over to her with my groceries in the bag.

"Hey Amran, I heard the commotion last night. What happened?"

I asked her, hoping she wouldn't tell me to mind my own business.

Amran sighed.

"My husband, Abroon told me something last night and I was just surprised."

I nodded.

"Must have been bad, what he told you."

Amran sighed once more, leaning against her door.

"He has a second wife."

I was stunned, in shock my mouth was agape.

"You're kidding, really?"

Amran nodded sullenly.

"He met some Indian girl in Leeds, and went away to Somalia to marry her and he told me he was away for a business trip. He brought it up a few times, about taking another wife but I said no and then he goes and does it anyway."

I sighed, the bastard had really done a number on her.

"Can I come in, we can talk."

Amran looked around, and in her mind was probably weighing up my request.

"Sure, come on in."

She said, and stepped inside ahead of me, I followed her inside.

The house was modest, with Somalian themes and cultural things that made the home more homely.

I never knew why Abroon would risk losing Amran, to take another wife when he had one right here.

She directed me inside to the lounge, and I sat down on a sofa as she did too in one across from me.

"So he just dropped this bombshell on your last night?"

Amran nodded, putting down a bag she was holding.

"He said I would have to just accept it, being his first wife."

Now that was annoying to me, using a culture or religion to make Amran conform to what he wanted from her.

"Fucking idiot, sorry excuse my language."

Amran nodded, and smiled.

"So this bombshell didn't go down well last night?"

Amran laughed.

"I threw him out, told him to stay with her in Leeds and to leave us all alone for a few weeks. He's probably trying to get her pregnant anyway, so he has his hands full."

I bet he did, a new younger wife he was trying to impregnate. What a sweet, kind man he was.

"I don't get it."

I said laughing aloud.

"Why not?"

She asked me, resting her chin on her hand as she looked at me.

"He has you, a beautiful wife, lovely home and he feels the need for a second one. That's scummy to me."

Amran smiled, and grinned.

"Yeah well, he thinks he can have better."

"You're beautiful, hell if I was coming home to you at the end of the day the thought of another woman would never enter my mind."

Amran grinned more.

"Why? What's so special about me?"

She asked surprised, but yearning for details.

"What isn't special?"

I said laughing. 

Amran pouted.

"Come on, you started it John. What's so special about me?"

I had to be careful of my words, since she was Muslim I didn't want to offend her.

"Well you have a very nice body, Amran."

Amran smiled.

"I'm skinny John, all bones. Probably why my husband went looking elsewhere for another wife."

I smiled, and then I thought to hell with tact and tell her.

"Amran, you have a beautiful curvy body. I sometimes notice you've probably got a very nice pair of legs under there, and you have a woman's hips."

I thought it was better not to talk about her ass, just keep it simple.

Amran smiled, rubbing her legs through her dress.

"He never notices, he never notices those parts of my body."

That made me think, when the hell was the last time they had sex together?

"I would, and I'd make sure you knew what I liked. Every day."

Amran was giddy, and trying to control herself. But I noticed, she hadn't stopped rubbing her knees or legs through her dress.

Maybe I had given her something to think about?

That would boost her confidence.

There was an awkward silence, and I coughed.

"Well I'll leave you to do your things today, I'll get out of your hair Amran."

I stood, indicating I was leaving and Amran stood.

"Please come around again, it feels nice to know someone appreciates this."

Amran said pointing to her body, and smiled.

I said my goodbyes, and went next door to break open the noodles I had bought to cook some lunch for later. 

A few hours passed, and I heard shouting from next door. I stood, and left my flat to go around to Amran's and knocked on her door.

She opened it, wearing a dark crimson dress this time, same black headscarf as the morning and let me in without saying anything. She was screaming down her mobile phone, probably at her husband as I doubted he had come back home since yesterday.

I went into the lounge, as she continued to argue with her husband and sat down but this time next to me, and not on the other sofa.

This was unusual, but either way I wanted to make sure she was alright.

I waited, and as she spoke on the phone her legs touched mine on the sofa, and they felt nice. Eventually she ended the call, shouting down the line.

"Your husband?" 

I asked her gently.

Amran sighed, and nodded.

"He called this afternoon, wanting to see if I had come around to the idea. He's in Leeds with his new, second wife."

Her husband was starting to piss me off, Amran held the phone in her lap.

"So he's not apologized, for what he did?"

"Apologize, he wouldn't even know the word's meaning. He won't apologize, because to him he seems to think I should just accept his decision and live with it."

I sighed myself, leaning back on the sofa.

"What a prick."

Amran giggled.

"Well it's life."

I smiled.

"You could do so much better than him, Amran. A man who respects you, dotes on you even."

Amran sighed, and pushed her legs against me in her dress.

"You're sweet to say that, but I married him and his bullshit."

I then placed my hand on her knee, and she didn't push me away. Her skin through the thin dress felt intense.

"You're so fucking beautiful Amran."

Amran didn't flinch, or pull away leaning on me for a moment. I continued to rub her knee, and then let my hand rise to feel her thighs above her knee through the dress. They were firm, and supple. 

I began to press her legs open, gently and she let me and now her legs were wide under the dress.

"John, don't."

It was a muffled protest, as she was moaning.

I took that as a sign, and pushed her legs wider, in a rougher motion and she gasped but kept her thighs open wide.

"Please John."

I looked into her dark eyes.

"Lay back, on the couch."

Amran slowly did as I told her, laying back but keeping her thighs open as she had done for me.

"Sexy as hell."

I said roughly groping her inner thighs.

Amran was gasping, swaying her head left to right.

"Does he do this for you?"

I asked hiking up her long dress, and Amran didn't stop me.

"He doesn't even touch me anymore."

Her dress rolled up with my hand, until I got it above her inner thighs.

"Stop."

Her hand clutched mine, but I yanked the final inches of her dress up exposing a pair of black, silk panties.

I took Amran's slim hand and placed it on my bulge in my bottoms, and she rubbed it gently.

"Do you wear these for him?"

I asked, referring to the panties.

"I have many normal pairs of panties, and some special ones. But he never notices, so I don't wear them."

I smiled.

"Wear them, for me Amran."

Amran moaned, and squeezed my bulge hard.

"Your cock is thick."

I smiled, and moved my hand to her crotch and began to rub her pussy through them feeling her slit and wisps of hair.

"Thick to slide inside you."

Amran moaned.

"No, no cock inside me."

She gasped as I rubbed harder, feeling the silk against her warm mound.

"Take my cock out."

Amran moaned again, but found the waistband of my bottoms and pulling them down too my thick, hard cock into her hand and stroked it.

"Get these off."

I said, and yanked down her panties to show her brown pussy.

"If he doesn't appreciate it, then I will."

Her sandals had come off, and her bare feet were on the floor.

I yanked the panties right off, making her gasp as they came off her feet and landed on the floor.

Amran's eyes were closed, and didn't noticed me pull my cock from her hand. I positioned myself laying back on the sofa, and put my hand to the back of her head, and slowly began to push her down towards my cock. 

Her eyes were still shut, and oblivious.

"Open wide."

I told her, and she opened her eyes as she felt my cock enter her mouth.

She tried to protest, but it was muffled and feigned.

With my cock fully in her mouth, making her words inaudible I began to push her up and down on my cock.

"Suck it."

She did, licking my cock in her mouth she sucked my rod.

As I had my cock in her mouth, I moved my hand back to her pussy and began to slide my fingers inside her, making her jump and gasp with my cock in her mouth.

Her brown pussy was beautiful, sliding in and out of her pussy with my fingers she was sucking my cock more favorably, trying to taste every inch of it by tongue.

"Get it all nice and wet, for your pussy soon."

Amran moaned, slapping my thigh but gently.

I was in bliss, as this sexy exotic woman sucked my cock.

I turned her over more onto her side, and found her nice ass with my hand I was using on her pussy and spanked the cheeks, making Amran grunt and moan. I spread her buttocks aside, and found her brown ass hole. I pressed my fingertip against it, and Amran began to grunt something to me but I persisted and slid my finger inside her anus. 

She gasped, but continued to suck my cock.

"Nice fucking arse you got here, Amran."

I said sliding a digit in and out of her ass.

All of a sudden there was a knock at the door.

Amran plopped my cock from her mouth, and sat up.

"My kids, back from school."

She said scared.

I nodded.

"Get your panties back on."

She scooped them up from the floor, and rolled them up her legs under the dress and pulled her dress down to cover herself.

I put my cock back in my bottoms, as she put her sandals back on her feet.

Soon, respectable looking she went to the door and I would pass it off that as a neighbor I was just talking to her.

She opened the door, and three kids walked inside the house.

Two were young girls, and one was a boy that looked to be thirteen in age; her eldest son.

They all saw me, and Amran hurriedly told them in Arabic I was just checking on her and stuff. The kids seemed to believe it, and went into their rooms. I stood up and walked towards the door, Amran was next to me.

"I can't believe what we just did."

I smiled hard as a rock in my bottoms still.

"We cannot do that again, John."

I smiled and pulled Amran into an embrace, and kissed her. 

She struggled, but I kissed her open mouth and felt her ass through the dress.

I broke the kiss, and she was gasping.

"I'll be here tomorrow, when the kids are at school. Remember, whatever you bought to wear for him, you wear for me."

Amran said nothing, and I left and went back to my home.

But that was the last time I saw her for the next two days, when I went around to hers and knocked when I knew she would be home from taking the kids to school, there was no answer.

I tried again at about 3:30pm when she would be home for the kids, but they were out again. 

I thought I blew my chance with her, maybe Amran was adamant about not doing what we had done again.

So two days later, I doubted I'd see her again and as I was coming home from a night shift, at about 9am I was walking down the hallway, and saw Amran opening her door without the kids with her.

I moved fast, I had nothing on me except my suit and walked over to Amran. 

She was wearing a black dress, and matching headscarf with sandals on her feet again.

She saw me too late, and I was behind her pressing my hand up against her ass through her dress.

"Open the door, and go inside."

Amran was gasping, but quickly opened her door with her keys and stepped inside with insistence from my hand.

She stumbled into the flat, and I closed the door behind her.

"John, we cannot do this."

I wasn't listening pulling her close, and grinding my hard-on in my trousers against her ass.

"Into the lounge, let's go."

Amran stumbled more, but I had a hold of her to make sure she was safe and we got into the lounge and I gently, but firmly pushed her onto the couch.

I took off my coat, as she watched on her back on the couch.

"What you wearing under the dress, what I told you to wear?"

"John stop."

I put my coat on the other couch.

"Pull the dress up, and show me."

Amran flinched but did as I told her, and slowly hiking the dress up I saw her long legs run up and eventually the dress was around her waist, and I saw a pair of frilly, pink panties with white spots on it. It wasn't a thong or anything, but it was sexy. 

"Did you buy them for him?"

I asked unbuttoning my shirt.

"Yes, they've been lying in the bedroom for a long time. I never got to wear it for him."

I grinned.

"But you're wearing them now, for me."

I said throwing my shirt aside.

"How long until the kids come back?"

Amran moaned.

"Not for hours, until about 3pm."

I grinned rubbing my bulge.

"Good we have some time then, to finish what we were doing last time then."

"No."

I wasn't listening.

I began to unzip my trousers, and Amran followed my zipper come down and I pushed them down with my boxers off my feet, with my hard cock standing to attention.

"Lay back on the couch." 

I told her, and she slowly reclined until she was laid on the couch with her legs spread.

Naked other than my shoes and socks, I made my way over to the couch and laid down next to her. I pulled her close and kissed her open mouth, sliding my tongue inside and felt her touch mine back with her own tongue.

My hand found her crotch, and through the soft panties I rubbed her pussy as I did before. I didn't have to wait long as her juices flowed, and her crotch was moist and warm.

"Come here." 

I said taking her by the back of her head again, and pushing her towards my cock once more.

"You know the drill, open wide."

I didn't have to tell her anything, and she already had the head of my cock in her mouth. The feeling of her mouth around my cock was perfection, as she licked my shaft inside her mouth.

"Feels good to have a big cock in your mouth, doesn't it?"

I wasn't waiting for an answer, and she just mumbled something that was muffled.

I slid my hand inside her pink panties, and found her wet pussy and continued to rub it with my fingers, before sliding two inside her.

Amran continued to suck my cock, taking more inches inside her mouth until it was packed full with my meat.

The angle she was laid out in had changed, on her side now with her legs wide open and her head in my lap sucking my cock.

This made fingering her much easier.

She was wide open around my fingers, I was going to enjoy plugging it full with my cock soon enough.

I took my tie off, and took her wrists binding them with the tie to make sure I was in control, she didn't protest as her wrists were bound tightly.

"Suck it Amran, suck my fucking cock."

I was fingering her more, and moaning myself.

I wanted to be rougher with Amran, really take her so I stood up and pulling her by her bound wrists she sat up on the couch, and I stood in front of her reinserting my cock back into her mouth holding her hands above her head.

This was going to help me get inside Amran's mouth more.

I began to push her down by her head onto my cock, and she was gagging and choking as I was forcing it deeper, touching the back of her throat.

"Good girl, keep sucking."

Holding the back of her head, and her wrists in my other hand I pushed her firmly down until she had my entire cock in her mouth, and her nose was against my pubic hair. She was gagging, and grunting as she choked on my cock, I pushed her up and down my cock forcefully hitting the back of her throat face fucking her. 

Amran was staring up at me with those dark eyes, letting me violate her like this.

Maybe that's why I tied her up with my tie. I didn't want her to crawl away from me, and lose this chance.

I didn't want her to remove her scarf, it was sexy her wearing it as I fucked her mouth with my cock.

Amran was mine for the next few hours, and I was going to savor and enjoy that time with this goddess.

This Nubian, Somalian mother of three slurping, and gagging on my cock was a sight only a real porn film could do justice.

Then the flap of her front door opened, and mail poured onto the floor.

"It's alright, just the postman."

Amran moaned and I pushed her down on my cock again, making her gag.

A few moments passed, when I was finished with her mouth and with a plop I ejected my cock from her mouth.

Amran was gasping, getting her breath back and swallowing saliva and probably some of my pre-cum.

I did one last swipe of her mouth with my cock, running the shaft between her lips and stood back admiring my bound woman.

I at that moment lifted her up, and over my shoulder to carry her into the bedroom and she was not struggling.

I put her down gently onto her marital bed, a big king sized bed and got on beside her. I kicked off my shoes, and began to kiss Amran rubbing her pussy again through her panties. I turned her onto her tummy, and began to roll down her panties, and fully off her feet.

She moaned feeling the last bit of clothing, stopping me from taking her.

"I'm going to fuck you Amran, right now."

I slid down the bed, and between her spread legs looking down at her waiting pussy. I moved in closer, pressing my cock-head against her slit, and slowly slid inside her making Amran gasp and clench her eyes shut. It must have been a very long time, since her husband had fucked or made love to her.


The Somalian Wife Next Door



Sliding fully inside her, I felt her wet, warmness around my and began to slide in and out of her fucking Amran.

The temp increased, as I slammed into her pussy ramming my cock fully inside her and making her gasp, and squirm. I leaned down and kissed her passionately, as I rammed in and out of her like a drill.

The bed rocked and moved, as we fucked. 

Amran was licking her lips, clenching her eyes shut as I fucked her. 

This went on for a few minutes, until I leaned down covering her mouth with my hand and began to hammer into her making her legs bounce, and her whole body shake against the rough fucking she was getting.

Amran gasped, grunted, and moaned against my palm against her mouth.

This blissful moment lasted a few more minutes, until I exploded inside her filling her womb with my seed, minus any protection. I slid out of her, and my seed dribbled onto her legs and the bed.

I leaned down and kissed Amran more, feeling her breasts through the dress. They weren't big, but they were there.

"Are we done?"

Amran asked, and I smiled.

"Not even close, come here."

I found one of the big pillows on the bed, and placed it on the bed and maneuvered Amran onto her tummy, and propped her onto the pillow so her ass and lower body were perched upwards to the head of the bed.

"What are you doing John?"

I grinned seeing how helpless she was.

"Something you've needed for a while now."

I threw up her dress onto her back exposing her bare ass to me, and legs.

I didn't want to just go for her anus, I wanted to taste her and pleasure her first. I leaned down and kissed her buttocks gently, a kiss on each one.

Then I just dived in, my nose, mouth and face between her buttocks even prying them open to get fully inside, and licked her anus and pussy.

She gasped, and said something in muffled Arabic.

"I know you like it."

I smiled, and licked her slit again all the way up to her puckered, tight anus.

I ate her out for a few minutes, tasting her back-door and pussy together in unison.

I pulled back to find my cock rock hard again, good timing I thought.

I shuffled closer, and slid a finger inside her ass again making her cringe and shiver.

"I'm going to be opening this up, for my cock so breathe in and out honey."

Slowly pushing my finger in and out of her ass, I slid another digit inside with the aid of some saliva I put on it first.

Proud of the fact she was taking two fingers inside her rectum, I added a third and began to flex them to widen her anus, all the while Amran was screaming, and grunting into the pillows near her face, and letting me do as I liked.

I pressed my cock-head to her anus, still with my fingers inside her holding open and pressed inside. At first I didn't get inside, but adding more pressure with my fingers and body I slipped inside her.

"Has Amran fucked you in the ass before?" 

I asked her.

"Ne-Never."

Amran was shaking as I pushed deeper, my cock entering virgin territory. Slowly my cock filled her ass, and she let out a fart. It was small, and didn't smell but that was to be expected. She wasn't the first girl I had fucked in the ass, it was an involuntary reaction to me being inside a place not normally meant to take cock inside.

"It's OK."

I told her rubbing her bottom gently.

"It's normal, it happens when a cock is pushed inside here."

Amran didn't answer, and just breathed in deeply as I began to slide in and out of her slowly to, open her up. I was able to remove my fingers now, as her anus clamped onto my cock.

Slowly I fucked her in the ass, and our bodies smacked together and moved together on her bed.

Minutes of pure, tight bliss passed as our bodies were covered in sweat.

But even I knew it was stupid to think I would last long in her ass, and felt the bubbling of my balls indicating I was close to ejaculating in her anus.

"Oh fuck, I'm gonna cum Amran!"

I shouted, and then the balls of fire tingled to life and I exploded inside her like a ruptured water pipe, spraying her insides with my seed once more.

I was gasping, grunting as my seed slid out of me and I slipped out of Amran onto my knees behind her.

Amran was shaking, shivering as I found her wrists and untied them seeing how wet she was with sweat glistening her dark skin.

"Amran are you alright?"

I asked turning her onto her back, and letting her breath.

Amran's eyes were clenched shut, and she was biting her lip.

"God, that was amazing. I can't believe what you did to me."

I smiled and kissed her.

We lay together on the bed, me pulling her on top of me and she lay there content as we kissed and I just explored her body. From her pussy and ass, to her breasts under the dress where she was wearing no bra and time passed slowly.

I was soon hard again, and pushing Amran down my chest she was sucking my cock again and soon I was exploding inside her mouth again.

Eventually the clock chimed about 2pm, we had even slept holding each other for a few hours.

I exploded one last time in her mouth, again her wrists bound by my tie and decided to leave to allow her time to bathe, and look respectable again for her kids coming home.

A quick squeeze of her ass, as we kissed and she waved me off at the door. Nothing was really said, I guess we had crossed that line, and neither of us could think what to say. Even I couldn't think what to say, and went home.

A Week Later

A week had passed, and every time I tried to catch Amran going inside her home in the mornings she was never there, probably leaving earlier and not coming home until later. In those days, I had blue balls, I wanted Amran again and again if I could. A week later, I assumed our fling was over on her part and was in my house in the morning.

I was watching the news, and knew it was the Notting Hill Carnival this weekend, and it was Sunday together. I thought about going, rolling a Joint of Weed and smoking it as I watched the floats and celebrations actually there, since I only lived about twenty minutes away from the Carnival area.

I then heard a knock at my door, and in my bottoms and t-shirt went to answer it. I opened it, and was amazed to see Amran in a long floral purple dress, with her black headscarf and she was smiling.

"Hey." 

I said smiling, masking my surprise.

"Hey, I was just wondering if you wanted to come with me and my kids to the Carnival. We were going to go in about an hour."

I nodded.

"What about Abroon, isn't he taking you?"

Amran smiled.

"He hasn't even called me this week, so who cares."

I smiled again.

"What about your kids?"

Amran smiled, shuffling on the spot slightly.

"They know you're a neighbor friend, I thought it would be nice to get out of the house and let them see the celebrations."

I had to admit, that was a good thing to do for her kids.

"Sure, well just give me twenty minutes and I'll wash and we can leave early. That hour was for me right, to get ready?"

Amran smiled, looking at my clothes.

"Go and wash, and come around when you're ready and we'll go."

I nodded, and she was soon gone.

I smiled to myself.

Maybe our fling wasn't over yet.

I quickly showered, and dressed in some jeans and a t-shirt with my hooded jacket and went around and knocked on her door.

She answered, and smiled seeing me as I saw the kids waiting anxiously to get to the carnival.

"You ready?" 

I asked her.

She smiled and grinned.

We soon grabbed her kids, and made our way to the carnival area.

The Notting Hill Carnival was started in London, UK about forty years ago to celebrate Caribbean culture, but now it had also included floats and such from African culture, to celebrate the culture itself. So the event was for everyone nowadays, and a very friendly thing to see. There were dangers, every year teenagers turning up to sell drugs, or kill a rival attending the carnival but in later years the Police stepped up pre-raids and arrests, to avoid this happening. Usually it happened at night, in the final hours of the carnival but Amran was adamant on leaving before then.

So we made our way there, and as we walked along the packed streets I felt Amran take my hand and hold it for a minute, then let it go as we entered the carnival staging area.

I felt my cock rise, at her hand holding mine but pushed the thought aside. Soon we were lining up with everyone else, crowds of people to see the floats. Amran's kids were at the front watching, as she was left with me near a block of flats.

We were alone, and everyone else was too busy watching the floats.

"So Abroon hasn't contacted you, or the kids?" 

I asked her standing close to her.

Amran slowly nodded.

"He's still in Leeds probably, unlikely to come back for a while still."

"His loss, if he can't be bothered to attend to his first, real wife."

I saw Amran smile.

We watched together, as she moved closer to me against a wall.

Amran looked at me.

"Lift the back of the dress up, John."

I was dumbfounded.

She must have noticed, and smiled.

"No one will see, just lift the back and tell me what you see."

I looked around, anyone nearby was glued to the floats or drinking alcohol.

Slowly my hand ran along the wall behind her, and watching everyone around us I took hold of her dress and pulled it up, slowly.

I did notice her feet in her sandals were encased in something, but assumed they were socks.

Slowly the dress rode up, and showed her legs. They were darker, as if she was wearing something nylon.

Watching everything around me, I hoisted the dress up to her thighs and saw the dark material end. 

Amran was wearing fucking stockings!

They were black, and even had hearts designed into the nylon.

"Oh God."

Amran smiled.

"Keep going, the best surprise is higher."

I pulled the dress up to the bottom of her buttocks, and still didn't see the surprise she was referring to, but then I wondered if she was wearing panties they would have shown by now right?

I hiked the dress up the final way, over her ass and saw it. 

Amran was wearing a black thong, with purple waistband.

My mouth was open, and I was surprised.

"You dirty girl."

Amran smiled.

"Remember I told you, I had special underwear but never wore them. The thong is old, but I bought the stockings this week, for you John."

She had bought them for me, and had actually gone to a store and purchased the stockings for me.

"The kids will be in their rooms when we get back, you and me can go to yours."

I nodded, swallowing hard.

I dropped her dress, but slid my hand under it to put onto her ass. 

Amran moaned low, and smiled at me.

"Just keep it low, and make sure no one sees."

Good advice, I thought she told me.

As we watched the floats, Amran's kids called to her and looked happy all the while my hand was caressing their mother's ass. As more floats passed us, I slipped the thong aside from her crack and slid my hand between her meaty, warm cheeks and she shivered but continued to watch the carnival.

Slipping my finger inside her ass, made Amran wince but she stood where she was as I fingered her ass, and then moved onto her pussy and fingered her under her dress.

"You're going to be gagging on my cock, once we get back Amran."

She moaned.

"Swallow your hard cock down my throat yes."

Time passed, between me fingering Amran and the floats passing. Eventually we moved on, and I decided to buy the kids some food. We found a stall selling Caribbean and African food, and it was Halal so I bought the kids a meal each and a drink that Amran thanked me for.

As we ate, Amran occasionally drifted her hand over to my lap squeezing my leg and touching my bulge, which was obvious to her.

Soon enough after about two hours we headed home, and as Amran promised the kids went into their rooms and the house was silent for a moment as we stood in the lounge together.

"Come on, carry me to your house."

I smiled hoisting her in her own home over my shoulder, and carrying her out of the house to mine, and as we entered I headed straight for my bedroom with her.

I put her on the bed, and began to undress. I didn't even need to bother, Amran was on her knees on the bed pulling me close and kissed me, yanking off my hooded coat and then my t-shirt.

Her hands were squeezing my cock, as she yanked down my jeans and pulled me onto the bed. I kicked them off and we began to kiss passionately.

Her hand was stroking my hard naked cock, as I kissed her open mouth pulling up her dress and feeling the stockings on her legs.

She had gone to all this trouble, planning out how she would seduce me at the carnival and here we were.

I pushed her dress fully up around her waist, and pressed my hand against her crotch and felt the heat there.

Amran moaned at my touch.

I yanked aside her thong, and found her pussy now fully bare and shaven and her sweet, moist slit. She was gushing juices, and I had to taste her. I leaned down and kissed her pussy as I felt her hands push my head down to her pussy, and I took that as a sign she wanted me to eat her out.

I licked her slit hard, shoving my tongue between her lips and tasting her juices. Amran moaned, shoving me harder into her mound.

As I ate her out, I felt her grab my cock and maneuver herself into a position to suck it. We ended up in a 69 position, with my knees either side of her head, as she took my cock fully down her throat like a specialist would.

God her cock-sucking skills had improved, or her confidence had as she literally letting my cock go all the way down her throat.

I wasn't complaining as I ate her out, soon enough she exploded having an orgasm in my face squirting all over the bed and us both.

I smiled, and slid back to hold her. 

"Abrook is a fucking idiot to risk losing you, or your love."

Amran smiled and kissed me.

"It's you and me, he's not important to me. You are, John."

I kissed her more, and slid my tongue into her mouth and we smooched for a few minutes. 

"John come on, take me. Do everything you want to me, I am dressed like this for you."

I smiled, and opened one of her nearby drawers and found panties of hers. They were simple, black silk ones like the first time we had met. I took her wrists, and bound them tightly, and she grinned all the time that I did it.

"You ready for your mouth fuck, slut?"

Amran moaned, and nodded in a sexy manner.

I wanted to try a new angle, and laid her on her back on the bed with her head hanging off it and her mouth open. I knew this was always a good angle to fuck a girl's throat.

"Use me John, I know what you're doing."

She told me, giggling as she hung her head limply off the bed for me.

Letting her bound wrists rest on her chest, I positioned my cock at her mouth and slid inside holding her head.

She immediately gagged, but I pushed more inside until my cock was lodged in her throat.

"Now I've got you, Amran."

I said ramming my cock down her throat, making her eyes go wide and her grunt.

"That's it slut, choke on your owner's fucking cock."

I took hold of her wrists holding them in place, and with my other hand on her head rammed my cock in and out of Amran's throat making her grunt, and gasp.

I owned Amran, she had come to me today that meant I had her.

I had enough of her dress, I didn't mind the headscarf being kept on so I yanked her dress up, and overhead, to tangle around her wrists.

Her entire, brown exotic body was exposed to me and I was loving it, as I rubbed her hard nipples, squeezing them as she blew me.

I even removed my hand from her hands and lifted her legs up into the air as I rammed my cock down her throat.

I felt the nylons, and rubbed her thighs.

"Fucking whore suck it!"

I said using my hand on her head to hold her throat, not tightly but firmly holding her in place as I fucked her throat, this made her moan and gasp more.

She screamed as I slapped her pussy, like a kinky sex game before shoving three fingers inside her and sawed her pussy hard.

"I fucking own you Amran." 

I said holding her throat, looking into her eyes.

She just nodded, and I released my hold of her throat and continued to fuck her mouth and finger her pussy.

I slid out of her mouth and pulled her by her ankles off the bed, and turned her around and pushed her back onto it until her ass was in my face.

"You want me to own you, I'll treat you like a bitch in heat."

I said pushing my cock into her pussy fast, and began to fuck her making her bounce and the bed move.

"I want to see your hair."

I said removing pins from her headscarf, and pulled it off showing me her black long hair coiled up, I pulled it apart until it was long flowing down her back.

I grabbed a handful of her long hair, and began to pull on it as I rode her like a bitch, ramming my cock inside her pussy.

"Maybe I'll get you pregnant, and you'll pop out a kid of our own."

I said grunting, as I fucked Amran.

I fucked her hard, for a few minutes and pulled out of her. 

Amran was moaning, and getting a chance to get some air into her lungs again.

"God, you're fucking tiring me out. I'm aching all over."

I grinned.

"We're not done yet, ass now."

Amran grunted, but said nothing as I positioned her again bent over and pressed my cock to her anus, she was slightly open and I didn't need much assistance in sliding inside her anus. She was still very tight, and it felt so good ramming my stick in her ass. Her anus was gaping around my cock, as if I had shoved the end of a baseball bat up her ass.

"A slut like you, love's anal."

Amran grunted, as each thrust of mine sent her sliding along the bed then back again.

I continued to squeeze, grip and grope Amran's ass as I fucked it, even landing a few slaps on it making the room echo a bit.

Eventually again, like so many times I couldn't last much longer in Amran's ass and came like a volcano, flooding her anus with my creamy seed.

I pulled back, and kissed her open mouth and began to kiss and lick down the arch of her back to her ass and grunted.

"I own all of this, Amran."

"Yes you do, John."

It was a low moan, but I heard it.

I moved over to her pussy, and slathered my cum on her pussy, and even inside her before grabbing her head.

"Suck it clean."

Amran rushed to take my flaccid cock in her mouth, and suck the cum from it.

I lifted Amran from the floor and put her fully on the bed now, and lay with her.

"Are you going to untie me?"

Amran said flexing her hands, showing the tie around her wrists.

I grinned.

"Not yet."

I leaned over, opened another drawer of hers and found another pair of silk white panties, and balled them up. I shoved it into her mouth gagging her, and laying back I held her against me, feeling her breasts and stomach.

Helpless, bound, and gagged Amran was mine for the rest of the day.

I think I just lay with her, playing with her body until about fifteen minutes later I was rock-solid hard again for her.

Good thing I kept her tied up, and gagged.

Same position again, with her moaning in muffled tones I put her head over the edge of the bed, and hanging there I got in front of her and rammed my cock into her mouth again after pulling the gag out. 

Hours passed, I must have ejaculated inside Amran about half a dozen times, and by almost 5pm she was exhausted. I finally untied her then, and she flexed her wrists to get the blood pumping again.

"I better get to the kids."

She said grinning, as she redressed herself. 

I hadn't bothered, still naked on my bed other than my socks.

Before Amran told me that her eldest son Mohammad was almost thirteen, and he would have looked after his younger sisters, probably even making them a meal so she didn't have to worry about the last few hours she spent with me.




The Somalian Wife Next Door



She leaned down and kissed me deeply, breaking the kiss after a few seconds.

"Come around tomorrow, when the kids are at school. I'll be home, and I'll show you the rest of the stuff I bought to wear for you, and for you to use on me."

And she was gone, but that night I immediately told my company bosses I was unavailable for work tomorrow, and made sure everyone knew it. 

The Next Day

The next day, at about 8am I was already up and dressed in bottoms and a t-shirt waiting. Then I heard the flap of the mail box, and went to get the mail. It was just one plain white envelope that felt to have something in it. 

Opened it, and inside was a single metal key, and a note;

'Don't bother knocking, let yourself in at 9am exactly. I'll be home'

And it was finished with Amran's name written in pen.

So I waited, anxious.

I put on Netflix and watched an episode of Sons of Anarchy, until the clock hit 9am exactly.

I turned off my television, and grabbed my keys. I left my home, and walked around to Amran's door, and unlocked the door quietly with the key she had left me.

I opened it and heard nothing, I closed the door behind me and walked into the lounge first. There was a note stuck to the television, I grabbed it.

'Say nothing, do not let me know you're here. Just grab me, regardless of what I do. It's all fine, just come and take me John.'

I smiled reading the note, and put it into my pocket.

I heard noises from the kitchen, and as I was about to go inside on a table was another note and a bag. I picked up the note.

'Use these, just grab me John.'

I opened the bag, and inside was a ball gag with a red ball, and a pair of frilly but serious handcuffs with spare keys.

What the fuck did Amran want me to do to her exactly?

Force her? Rape her? Or just be rough, and controlling with her?

I picked up the toys, and heard humming from inside the kitchen. I crept inside, and saw Amran in her long purple dress, and black headscarf.

But something was different, the dress was hiked up slightly showing me the backs of her thighs, and they were encased in purple nylon.

The humming increased, as if Amran was playing the role of an unsuspecting house wife. 

I grinned, and crept on her as she purposefully pushed her ass out at me, as if knowing I was there.

I crept up behind her, holding the handcuffs in my hand. Without warning pulling her to me by her hips, she gasped and I shoved her wrists behind her arched back and handcuffed them securely.

"No stop! Who are you? Don't do this to me!"

God she was a terrific actress, no doubting that.

"Shut up you sexy bitch! I know your husband is out, and I've been watching you."

Amran squirmed pretending to protest, and I took out the ball gag and shoved it into her mouth. With some difficulty I secured it behind her head, over the Hijab she wore.

"You dress like this, and think I'm not going to fuck you."

I had her bound and handcuffed, in my arms, I moved my hand and began to pull up the back of her dress.

"You want this don't you slut!"

I said pressing my bulge into her ass.

She moaned, and grunted through the ball gag.

I smiled, and hiked up her dress more until her long legs showed in the purple stockings she wore. It was then I noticed, for the first time Amran was not wearing sandals, but cute black ankle boots.

Pulling the dress up more, I saw she had another thong on; purple completely in color.

"Fucking slut."

I said slapping her ass, making her moan.

"Maybe a dirty slut like you likes to be tied up, don't you?"

I pushed the dress fully up, exposing her entire legs and ass to me.

"The kids aren't home, and you go strolling around this house in purple fucking stockings, and a thong. You're lucky I'm in a good mood today."

I said squeezing her ass with my hand.

I lifted her over my shoulder, and carried her into her bedroom again to her king size bed.

I put her on the bed, laying her on her back and I mounted the bed with my knees either side of her head, and pulled the ball gag from her mouth, but quickly replaced it with my hard cock making her gag.

"Sluts like you, love cock."

She looked up at me with her dark eyes moaning, even sucking my cock with a happy stare.

In and out I slid in her mouth, my hands went under her dress and found her pussy and began to rub her pussy through her thong.

"What the fuck!"

We both turned to the voice, and her sister Alma stood there, with a look of sheer horror and disbelief on her face.

"Oh fuck."

I said with my cock in her married sister's mouth, and her bound and tied up. Probably not the best situation to be found in, with another man's wife, even if he had two.

How would I explain this I thought?

Shit. 

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All feedback, and comments are welcomed. If I get enough positive feedback, I'll write a sequel about what happens next with the husband discovering the pair of them and their affair.