My wife Kate and I have been married for about 9 years we have 2 daughters, about 4 years after the birth of our second daughter I had a vasectomy. Kate is 27 years old; she has been taking classes in belly dancing for about 8 years. She goes once a week, during term time and has performed a few times at local events. Kate is about 5’ 5” tall, she is a curvaceous size 14 with a 36C Breasts, and she has a beautiful full busted figure, slight rounded belly. She had been looking for a new dance costume for a good number of months but had not managed to locate one.

We were out looking around a town that we don’t visit very often when we came across a sign pointing down a dark narrow alleyway advertising an oriental goods shop. Kate walked down the alley which twisted and turned I followed her along until we reached a small old wooden door set back into an old stone building, Above the door was a sign “Hassan’s Souk” Kate pushed the door and ducking to go through the low doorway went inside the small dark shop.

The heady aromas of exotic foods and spices filled my nose as I followed Kate through the doorway. The inside of the shop was quite dark and it took a short time for my eyes to adjust, as I looked around I spotted an old man who appeared to be in his late 60s sitting behind a counter towards the rear of the shop. The old man was wearing a traditional white Galabia and a knitted cap, and he had a long grey beard.

The old man stood up as Kate entered the shop he walked around to our side of the counter as he did he said “Welcome. Welcome to my shop, beautiful lady” He bowed and took her in his arms and kissed her first on one cheek then on the other. He didn’t look at me he didn’t even acknowledge that I was in the shop Kate had his complete attention.

Kate was blushing

The old man then put his arm around Kate’s waist, resting his hand on her bare midriff.

“Oh what can I do for you beautiful lady?” the old man asked Kate.

Kate answered him while blushing “I was looking for a Traditional Belly Dance costume.”

“When you say traditional what do you mean?” questioned the old man

Kate replied “Middle Eastern Tribal Belly Dance...”

“Of course” said the old man, “ ... Belly Dance!” he smiled and patted and rubbed Kate’s belly, he then led Kate towards the colourful racks of costumes.

They walked around the small shop chatting while he was showing her various costumes; I found a stool by the door to the shop and sat on it to wait. The old man picked out a costume and I heard him talking to Kate about trying it on. He then led her towards the rear of the store he lifted a curtain to reveal a doorway at the rear of the shop. He opened the door and ushered Kate through the door and along a corridor. I saw him hand Kate the costume, before leaving her to try it on.

When Kate she came out, she looked absolutely stunning, the costume was magnificent it caused her large, heavy breasts to be pushed up and thrust out, making her cleavage look incredible. The costume also showed her belly off; beautifully the old man looked at her very seriously asking her to turn this way and that finally spinning around completely.

He walked over to Kate, and proceeded to adjust the costume, he pushed the bottom part of Kate’s costume much, much lower on her hips ... so low that I was sure that I could see some of her pubic hair poking out.

“There that’s better, that’s the way you should wear it beautiful lady.” “You should make the most of your beautiful belly” he said, while adjusting her costume. I watched as his hands caressed Kate’s soft tanned belly. He walked away from Kate to the counter. He reached behind and switched on some eastern music.

The old man picked up something from a box before returning to Kate. He then began caressing her belly before probing her bellybutton with his fingers. He then held out his hand and showed Kate a sparkling ruby red jewel.

The old man said to Kate “for your beautiful belly” and then he just popped it into her bellybutton hole, where it stayed.

“There you go my beautiful lady” he said, “can you show me a belly roll”

Kate then began to undulate her belly right there in the dimly lit shop, the old man passed her a pair of zills which she began using along to the eastern music that was playing. She was soon shimmying and belly rolling the way her instructor had taught her.

“Oh yes my beautiful lady you are indeed Very good ... you have learned well from your teacher.” he said to Kate, as he was saying this he had his hands on her bare belly as she rolled it.

Kate then placed her hands behind her head, breasts thrust out ... soft belly curving in, then out, then in again beneath them. The old man began kneading and rubbing Kate’s belly right in front of my eyes!

The old man then said “I have an idea my beautiful lady, come, come he led her over to the counter where he produced a different top this one had lots of jingling coins on.

Kate reached back and unclipped the top she was wearing; I assumed that she was wearing a bra! How wrong could I be!

As Kate pulled the top off I became aware that she was now stood there, topless in the dimly lit shop ... bare breasted and bare bellied in front of this old man ... I couldn’t believe it.

“Ohhhhhhhhhh!” the old man grunted, I watched as his hand went to his groin seeming to rub the large bulge that had appeared in the front of his long white Galabia.

Kate just stood there, her breasts bare with there big, fat nipples hardening. The old man then reached out with both hands and took both of Kate’s breasts in his hands. He then began rubbing, kneading her breasts, before turning his attention to her hard nipples. Kate just stood there transfixed allowing him to do as he pleased.

Soon the old man was gently pulling on Kate’s hard nipples and I heard Kate moan with pleasure. I couldn’t believe Kate or for that matter me there she was stood, half naked in the dimly lit shop with this strange old man caressing her breasts in his hands.

The old man then led Kate over to an old sofa along one wall, he then undid the bottom half of the costume and allowed it to drop to the floor. Kate just stood there and allowed him to pull her thong down her legs; she even stepped out of them for him.