Dogging Tales
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Chapter 3: The Professional Couple. Muslim Wife/Submissive Husband
Fantasy Sex Story: Chapter 3: The Professional Couple. Muslim Wife/Submissive Husband - Three short stories about men and women who love car sex in the outdoors.
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Aaliyah Collins stared at her husband, Greg. Her hands were on her hips as she tapped her toes on the floor angrily. Her dark brown eyes flashed with fire. “You thought you were getting a nice, obedient Muslim wife! Well, I have news for you, buster! Muslim women are not as subjugated as you Westerners think we are! We went dogging last month, and we will go dogging again this afternoon. You will do what you did last time, and jack your willy as I suck some cocks and perhaps let one fuck me. Stop objecting because you loved it last time, and you will this time!”
Greg shook his head in despair. His father told him Western women were toxic and suggested he go to Thailand or the Philippines to find a wife and the mother of his children. Instead, Greg married an Aussie woman of Muslim heritage. Aaliyah’s parents had emigrated to Australia from Iraq after the first Gulf War.
Her father, an Imam, brought his family to Brisbane and insisted they remained devout Muslims, but emphasised they were Australians now, and had to assimilate into the local culture. Aaliyah and her brothers attended their local public state and high schools and studied at nearby universities. All five children, of whom Aaliyah was the youngest, had a dispensation from their Mullah not to follow the prayer rules while they were at school.
Back in Iraq, Aaliyah would have been married by age thirteen at the eldest, and that was part of the reason her father had fled the country and taken his family to Australia. He didn’t agree with anyone marrying until at least age eighteen, although if a suitable match for his children had appeared, he would have allowed them to at sixteen.
Yusuf’s father had forced him into an arranged marriage at fifteen, and he resented the pressure placed on him to support a wife and children at such a young age. Instead of going to university as he’d planned, he’d joined his father in their rug store. Yusuf still hates his father for making him do that. He misses his mother.
Without a court order and parental consent, eighteen is the youngest someone can marry in Australia. That fact was another reason Yusuf chose Australia.
Yusuf didn’t object to his only daughter marrying an Australian, especially given her husband was a successful lawyer, but he wished she’d married a Muslim or made Greg convert to Islam. Aaliyah and Greg promised to raise their children as Muslims, so there was at least that.
Aaliyah still hadn’t received a response to her demand. Greg wasn’t pleased that his wife wanted to go out and have sex with someone else at all, let alone her insistence that he watch. He didn’t like it; he told himself insistently, despite his cock swelling as he remembered watching Aaliyah blow one guy and then kneel on the car seat as another took her pussy roughly.
“Well?” She asked.
Greg knew he was defeated. He sighed and said, “Okay. Where shall we go?”
“Toohey Mountain bush walk carpark. It’s supposed to hop at this time of day.”
The married couple went out to Greg’s BMW M5, got in it, and drove off. Greg looked at his wife as he drove. Aaliyah wore a hijab over her long, honey-blonde hair, and she’d wrapped a scarf around her neck. It wasn’t cold, but Aaliyah would use the scarf to obscure her face when someone came to their car. Aaliyah’s C-cup breasts deliciously filled her modest abaya even though it was designed to hide a woman’s figure. Aaliyah had broken with custom and tailored her abaya to suit her more outgoing personality. When she stood still or sat, it covered her from neck to toe, but it had several slits that showed her superb legs when she walked, or she could twitch the fabric aside when she sat to show them off. Also, because of the splits in it, Aaliyah could easily lift it above her hips and display her thong-covered ass to passers-by.
A short drive later, Greg backed the into a space in the bush walk’s carpark. Currently, they were the only people there. Greg knew what his wife wanted, so he unzipped and pulled his trousers down, exposing his rampantly erect, 8-inch cock. He grabbed it in his fist and began pumping it. Aaliyah looked over and giggled happily. Her pussy lips flowered open, and her wetness flowed as she stared at her husband’s enormous wang. Her female friends at the mosque didn’t have husbands who had cocks that went even close to matching Greg’s, or so the giggled conversations she’d had with them over coffee after their prayer group meetings indicated.
Aaliyah got on her knees, and after wrapping the scarf around her nose and mouth, she lifted it so she could take Greg’s throbbing cock in her mouth. Letting her husband continue jacking his shaft, Aaliyah sucked Greg’s knob and swirled her tongue over his glans. She knew she’d trained him well enough that he wouldn’t cum until she permitted him to. Aaliyah, enjoying the situation, reached between her legs. She bunched her abaya’s skirt until she could reach her carefully waxed pussy. With her fingers dancing over her clit and exploring her vulva, Aaliyah was enjoying herself so much that she almost didn’t hear the insistent tap-tap-tap on her window.
She held the scarf over her face as she eased off her husband’s cock, sat back in her seat and turned her head to face the window. She saw a man standing beside their car holding what appeared to be a sizeable package. He hadn’t taken it out yet, but Aaliyah’s mouth watered as she imagined the weapon he looked to be wielding. The man gestured for Aaliyah to wind down her window, and in return, Aaliyah mimed he should take his cock out.
The stranger unzipped and took out an average but disappointingly sized dick. It seemed his package was mostly balls with a little sausage. However, it was adequate for Aaliyah’s needs, and she opened her door. She looked back at her husband, who stared at her avidly, giggled and gestured for the man to move closer. Then, holding the scarf across her nose and mouth in case he had a camera, Aaliyah leant out and took hold of the man’s shaft, pulling him closer.
Greg’s appreciative groan made Aaliyah smile, and she released the stranger’s dick so she could lift her scarf and take him in her mouth. Using the skills she’d gained by relentlessly practising on her husband, Aaliyah brought the dick in her mouth to fruition quickly.
“Thanks,” the man muttered as he put himself back away.
He wasn’t large enough for Aaliyah to bother beyond blowing him, so she said, “YVW,” and let him leave.
The incident left Aaliyah’s libido ramped high. Her sweet little pussy had swollen with need, and her arousal fluids soaked her grey lycra knickers. She lifted her heels onto the seat, letting her knees fall apart. Aaliyah was about to play with herself when someone else knocked on her window. She turned to see another averagely sized cock being viciously jerked outside her window. She shrugged, wondering if small to average cocks were all she’d see this day. Still, it held another mouthful of delicious cum, and Aaliyah wanted it.
Aaliyah opened the door and let the man move before her. She bent over and accepted his cock into her mouth. This man was a little braver than the other guy, and he let his hand roam over Aaliyah’s bosom. He grunted in surprise when he discovered Aaliyah’s breasts were unfettered, and he pinched her nipple between his thumb and forefinger, gauging her reaction. Aaliyah’s moan emboldened him, and he squeezed harder and twisted.