A Moroccan Gift

This is a story of a cuckold husband. A story of a husband's sick fantasies coming back to bite him. If you are offended by the subject of cuckolds and husbands who push their wives into bed with other men, then read no further.

NB: This Story has appeared on another dormant website for erotic stories under another of my writing names: Makeitso

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John and Carol were determined to enjoy their holiday in Morocco. It was their 5 year wedding anniversary present to themselves and at the age of 28yrs, both with successful careers they had plenty to be thankful for.

John was hoping the trip might take Carol's mind off the subject of children, since of late she had been dropping more and more hints that it would be good to start the family that they had talked about. John didn't feel ready however for all the intrusions that a baby would bring to their carefree lifestyles. At the back of his mind John also thought that once Carol had children his fantasy of seeing Carol with another man would disappear. It was a combination of his fantasy and a reticence to engage properly on the subject of babies that was to lead to the life changing holiday that they had embarked upon.

Whilst packing for the holiday John had insisted that Carol should pack several revealing dresses together with 'appropriate' lingerie and two pairs of John's favourite high heeled sandals. There was something about seeing Carol's 5ft 6inch 125lb frame with long lithe legs dressed up like a model. No, to be correct John liked Carol to look slightly slutty since whenever they were out and she was dressed this way, numerous men would gaze at her long legs. John could imagine that they were all wondering what she would be like in bed with her long legs over their shoulders as they fucked her.

This fantasy of seeing her taken by a bigger man in every sense, but certainly one who would be equipped with more than his 5inches, surfaced more and more of late. It had led one evening during a session of foreplay, to John suggesting that Carol might like to flirt and let herself be seduced by a big man. John had been busy tonguing Carol's sensitive nipples when he paused and slipped this suggestion into the conversation. Carol's reaction had been immediate. She had berated John for thinking that she would consent to be with another man even if he did have a bigger cock than his. It was this last comment that suggested to John that she had at least recognised that his cock might be on the small side. Later during their love making when John's condom covered cock was doing its best to make her feel good, he noticed that she seemed to be more excited than usual, but he wasn't sure he could pin it on the talk of this fantasy lover.

So, several weeks later they were checking into their plush hotel in Morocco. As they completed the formalities at the desk, John was aware that several of the local men were ogling Carol's bare legs. He said nothing but could feel his cock twitch and this continued when a young very dark-skinned bell boy carried their cases up to their room. In the lift the bellboy stood behind Sarah and John could see him admiring her full curvaceous figure. When she stumbled on exiting the lift, John again noticed the bell boy quickly leap to her aid and put his muscular arm around her waist to help steady her. As Carol regained her balance and stood up her face came very close to the bellboy and just for a second, they stared into each other's eyes before each of them composed themselves.

John was drinking up the spectacle and of course it only served to fuel the fantasies he had, especially as the man was so dark skinned. Carol seemed not to have noticed, although John was sure her cheeks had reddened, and her breathing was erratic.

Once they had unpacked, they went out to dinner and again John noticed many of the local Arab men were openly staring at his blond wife. Even Carol noticed eventually and asked John what was going on. John explained that attractive blond western women were highly prized in this region since most local men only ever saw local women who were darker skinned and had dark hair. Carol accepted the explanation even though it made her uncomfortable. She did however notice that she became more aroused when thinking of all this attention from these dark swarthy men.

Over the next two days John and Carol did some sightseeing and then on the third day they decided to go out to a club that had been recommended to them. Carol asked John what she should wear and of course John suggested that she wear her most revealing dress, stockings and five-inch heeled strappy sandals. John didn't know why he wanted her to dress this way in particular but he had a feeling that something might happen at the club.

Carol protested and said, "do you want to encourage all those men to ogle me even more?" John told her it was only harmless fun and since she had brought the clothes, she should wear them. With reluctance Carol agreed and soon they were in a taxi heading to the club. Again, John noticed that the driver was repeatedly looking in the mirror at Carol and he had the cheek to reposition the safety mirror so that he could look at Carol's legs. John had to admire the man's boldness and found himself smiling at the driver in response to his wink.

Once in the club they found a quiet table and Carol was thankful that it was reasonably dark so that other men couldn't stare at her so much. During a couple of dances John could see various men gazing at Carol's body as she moved around the dance floor. For the most part Carol kept her eyes closed so that she couldn't see who might be looking.

After an hour or so and several drinks later both John and Carol were feeling very relaxed. They were sitting chatting when a tall muscular Arab man appeared at their table. "Pardon the intrusion" he said, "but I wondered whether I could have a dance with your lovely wife?" John was immediately confronted by the opening gambit of his fantasy. Here was a man asking his wife to dance. Where might it lead?

Carol on the other hand immediately said, "no thank you I'm married, it wouldn't be proper."

"Oh come on Carol, the man just wants a dance. You know you love dancing, why don't you let..",

"Abdou" responded the dark stranger.

"Yes, why don't you let Abdou have just one dance?"

Carol was flustered, why was her husband letting another man dance with her? She couldn't think of a reasonable objection and so she found herself saying "ok, just one dance." As she rose from the table Carol looked daggers at John. She couldn't believe the impossible situation he had put her in.

There was no further time for thought however, as the big Arab pulled Carol to the dance floor. As John watched he realised that Abdou was a big man. He looked to be about 40yrs old but at some 6ft 4 inches in height he looked very muscular and fit. John watched as they danced to a fairly quick number and then when the music ended, he could see Carol turn to come back to the table. Abdou however caught her arm and pulled her back. He was not going to let her go after just one dance. Oh no. Abdou wanted to hold this fair skinned beauty tight to his big body and hopefully she would feel his big cock as it erected against her taught and toned tummy. Yes, he thought to himself I'm going to enjoy the slow seduction of this one. Abdou had been in the club when they arrived and had looked on with increasing arousal and excitement as this blond long-legged wife had danced with her wimp of a husband. He didn't care that they were married; on the contrary it made the chase and capture more exciting. After all he had done it many times before, but never with a woman as beautiful as this one.

And so as he pulled Carol back to him he said "please just one more, this is a slower number and we can relax a bit."

Carol again had no answer to the reasonable request. She could feel her heart thumping and herself blushing like a schoolgirl at the thought of dancing with this hulk of a man. "Alright, I'll dance one more."

Abdou smiled at her and Carol felt herself being pulled in close to the big man. Try as she might to keep him at arm's length, the slow music made it a necessity to dance close. She sighed and gave up the struggle and let Abdou put his hand on her back and pulled her in close.

Carol realised that she had nowhere to put her head other than against his chest and that's when she realised how tall he was. With her five-inch heels on she knew she was pushing 6ft, yet Abdou still seemed to tower over her. As they moved around the dance floor Carol could smell his musky odour and strangely, she found herself becoming aroused by the smell. To her shame she could feel her nipples hardening and was sure Abdou would notice.

Abdou did indeed notice. With her head against his chest he could smell her scented hair, and this coupled with the intimate closeness of their bodies caused his cock to grow and thicken. He hoped this American wife would feel his passion building against her lithe body. Carol certainly noticed something pushing into her tummy but couldn't quite register what it was. "It can't be his penis" she thought, "It's much too big, surely?"

From John's vantage point he had a ring side seat to the couple. It looked so sexual as they danced, the big tanned man holding his fair skinned wife close. He could see Abdou's big hand on her lower back and every so often it would dip down onto her sexy bum. John wondered whether the big Arab was getting aroused by dancing so intimately with his wife and if so, what Carol would think if she felt the man's erection.

Carol had exactly the same thoughts as she was expertly guided round the dance floor. As they danced, she was constantly reminded of the huge bulge in Abdou's trousers. She just couldn't believe that it was this man's penis; no man could have something so big surely? Abdou made sure that he pulled this sexy woman close at every opportunity and he hoped he was stoking the fire that would allow him to bed this wife later that night.

When there was a break in the music, Carol excused herself and went to the restroom. Abdou sauntered over to the table where John was sitting. "She's a good dancer, isn't she?" said John.

"Oh yes the best" agreed Abdou. He was trying to think of a way of progressing his slow seduction of this white woman and decided to be bold. "Look John, the band will be winding up soon, why don't you both come back to my apartment and I'll show you some Moroccan hospitality. I also have some special liquor that I know you'll love."

John's mind was racing with the possibilities of the situation. Would this be the chance to see his wife seduced and taken by this big stud? Supposing Carol won't agree? Before he could engage his brain, John found himself agreeing to Abdou's offer. "Wonderful, wonderful", beamed Abdou and he could feel his big cock twitch at the thought of bedding this beautiful wife.

Just then Carol reappeared looking slightly less flushed than before. "What are you two talking about?" she said.

Before John could say a word, Abdou said "well my dear your husband has kindly accepted my invitation of hospitality at my apartment."

Carol didn't know what to say. She had thought John would whisk her off back to the hotel and give her the fucking she desperately needed. Rubbing up against Abdou's manhood for over an hour had taken its toll and she could feel how wet she was. In fact, in the restroom she had needed to dab at her inflamed pussy with tissue paper in order to stop her juices soaking her skirt. Why do I always get to so wet when I'm ovulating, she wondered? "Well I suppose we could come and see where you live" she said, "but we mustn't stay too late must we John?"

"What, I er no, I suppose not" stammered John as Abdou rose and offered Carol his arm.

And so, five minutes later the three of them found themselves heading off to an apartment where the lives of John and Carol would be changed forever. As they walked along John held one of Carol's arms and Abdou the other. However, after a while John consciously let go of his wife's arm and stepped behind Abdou. This was not lost on the big Arab and he put his big protective arm around John's wife as if to say to everyone she's mine. If Carol hadn't been so dazed by the evening's events, she might have noticed various other Arab men smiling at Abdou with knowing grins. They had recognised the situation immediately; a western couple with cuckold husband following on as a big powerful Arab man led the wife to his bed.

Soon they reached Abdou's apartment and both John and Carol were pleasantly surprised at how spacious it was. "Let me get you some drinks" said Abdou as both John and Carol collapsed into a big recliner. Having sorted the drinks, Abdou put some music on and walking over to Carol he said, "can we have another dance Carol, you're such a good dancer?"

Before Carol could answer she felt her husband pushing her up. "Go on Carol, you know how much you enjoy it." John secretly wanted to see his wife in the arms of this Adonis again and who knows maybe more. Having no real reason to object, Carol agreed and as she accepted Abdou's hand she couldn't help but feel a shiver at the thought of being reacquainted with his penis, albeit covered by his trousers. She had a suspicion however that he wasn't wearing any under garments since his penis had seemed so clearly outlined back in the club.

As he clasped her to himself Abdou could feel his big cock swell once again. He moved one hand down to the small of her back, just to test the waters and meeting no resistance after another minute or so he moved his hand onto her sexy bottom. He could feel through the thin dress that Carol wasn't wearing pants, or perhaps only very skimpy ones and he couldn't wait to see her naked.

Carol felt lost in a different world as she circled round with this big man. Not only she could feel his penis growing hard against her once more, but she felt his big hand on her bottom pulling her onto his hardness. When she looked at her husband, she noticed that he was just rubbing his own penis through his trousers. "My goodness" she thought, "he's getting turned on watching us. Supposing I flirt a bit more and show him what he's missing?" With that Carol deliberately started to open her legs and let Abdou's muscular leg rub against her inflamed sex.

This change in Carol's demeanour was not lost on Abdou. He let his hands roam all over the back of this sexy white wife and he leaned down to kiss and nibble her neck and ears. He heard Carol sigh and knew that he was close to capturing her.

"Carol, let's give John a show to remember, shall we?"

Carol was brought back from her dreamlike state by Abdou's question. "What do you mean?" she said.

Almost in a whisper Abdou said "just this."

Abdou had already found the zipper that ran down the back of Carol's dress and he had it in his hands as he spoke to her. He slowly started to pull the zipper down and it was halfway down her back before Carol realised what was happening.

"Wait Abdou, we can't do this I'm married."

"So, what of it, John wants me to undress you, don't you John?" John had no hesitation in replying in the affirmative. This is what he had wanted for so long.

Caught in the confusion and surprise of hearing her husband say that he wanted to see another man, a stranger at that, undress her, Carol just stood while Abdou pulled the zipper right down and then eased the dress off her shoulders. Suddenly she realised that she was standing in only her stockings and garter belt, thong panties and her high heels. As she looked up at Abdou she saw something that she hadn't seen in a man for years and that was undisguised lust. This man was lusting after her, this married women! She should have felt ashamed at her feelings, but she didn't. Having got half naked, she realised that she was enjoying the attention of this muscular Arab man. In fact, she decided to walk around in front of him as if to say 'look at what my husband has and you haven't'.

This might have been a foolish act, but it merely served to confirm what both men knew. For Abdou it confirmed that Carol was absolutely gorgeous, the sexiest western women he had ever seen and that she needed to be loved sexually. For John as he fingered his painfully erect cock, he knew that he was just a few steps away from pushing his wife into bed with another man. He was close to realising his fantasy.

Abdou pulled Carol to him, lifted her face to his and he kissed her. Carol would always remember that first kiss since it was both passionate but more significantly the precursor to her crossing a line that could not be re-crossed, and to setting in motion events that would last her and her husband a lifetime. She accepted his big tongue into her mouth and her tongue fenced with his. She could feel his big hands roaming all over body now and she could also feel her over ripe vagina juicing up again.

Suddenly Abdou broke the kiss and taking Carol's hand said, "come, we'll be comfier in here." So saying he led Carol into the adjoining bedroom in which there was an enormous bed surrounded by mirrors and also as Carol noticed a mirror above the bed on the ceiling. The significance of this she would remember later.

In her trance like state it seemed quite natural that Abdou should start to remove his clothing. Both Carol and John watched as the big man removed his shirt to reveal a hugely muscled chest and then he dropped his trousers and just as Carol had suspected he wore no underwear. His big cock reared up in all is magnificence and Abdou was gratified to hear both husband and wife express surprise at his size.

Abdou walked over to the bed where Carol was sitting and stood in front of her, his big cock semi erect. Carol's head was at the same level as the big man's groin and she was amazed at the whole size and muscularity of this man. Her trance like state was broken by Abdou who said softly "take my cock into your mouth."

Carol was aghast, "I can't it's dirty and I've never done that before." Abdou laughed to himself. This wife was indeed naive and yet he was gratified that he would be the first man to have his cock sucked by her.

Lifting her face so that she could look into his eyes, Abdou said "do it, you know you want to taste it and I want it now." There was forcefulness behind his words that seemed to command Carol to do this act that had always seemed so abhorrent to her. And so, she found herself reaching out and taking Abdou's cock in her hand and stroking it.

Carol watched in fascination as her actions caused the cock to grow. Within a few strokes Abdou's cock grew close to full erection at around 10inches. If Carol had been taken aback by this Arabs size earlier, now she was astounded. She only had her husband's penis to compare this to and she knew that his was much smaller. This magnificent specimen was double that and much thicker. From his vantage point John was also amazed that a man could have a cock so big. Yes, he had read stories of men with large cocks, but seeing one close up was amazing. John also felt a wave of excitement when he realised that his wife would be taking something that big into her pretty mouth.

Abdou loved the silky feel of this pretty wife's finger wrapped around his throbbing cock. As he watched her face, he could see the conflict in this innocent woman and was looking forward to the final conquest. Suddenly he felt Carol's tongue swirling around the underside of his shaft and he couldn't help but let out a groan of pleasure. As for Carol she was warming to her task and found that licking a penis was not that bad after all. She loved the way it throbbed in her hand and she realised that she had the power to make this big man feel good. As she allowed more of his penis into her mouth, she decided she would do her best to make him enjoy it and hopefully bring him off so that she and her husband could go home for some passionate love making. If only she knew how wrong she was!