Hafida's Night Out

The original story from CJockey2

We had been in the UK for about two months, and Hafida had settled into our little house, taking it over in her new role as a housewife. After the events in the hotel in Casablanca, there had been a couple of days when our relationship had been a bit strained. Quite understandable really. One night as we lay in bed, Hafida asked me,
'Why you let two hotel boys have sex with me?'
'I was drunk like you, I got excited watching them touch you in the lift.' She nodded, her lips pursed, giving her an air of philosophical understanding! 'Why did you let them touch you without saying anything to me?' I asked. She shrugged her shoulders and said in her odd, broken English,
'I not know. Men never touch me before. I feel sexy when they carry me. When that one hold my titty, I think you get angry, but you say nothing! Then man touch my pussy, and I get ver' sexy! Not want him stop!'
'When we were in the room, you enjoyed it as much as me, didn't you!' I laughed to dispel any fears she might have that I was angry with her. It worked. She grinned sheepishly.
'What you think! I not wood! You give me to mans, they play with my Tina (pussy) then one show me his kalwa (penis) and put my hand there. When you come in room, and tell them take my clo's off, what I do? You husband, so I mus' do as you say! I feel ver' sexy, on bed when you all look me. I know you all with big kalwa's. I know you all fuck me. All men always fuck girls with no clo's. So when man start fuck me, no problem!' I laughed, and so did she.
'How did he feel?' I asked with a smile, remembering the sight of the huge thing the waiter had, being squeezed into Hafida's tight hole!
'Big! He fill me up! Make much maa (semen)! Make big come for me!' By now I was as hard as rock, and when I reached out for her, she didn't hesitate.

We spent the next hour fucking each other to a standstill.

There is a night club called The Fridge, in Brixton, just down the road from where we live. So, one Friday night, I took her there, so she could see how the 'infidel westerners' enjoyed themselves! She loved it. Music, lights. She danced for hours. Not just with me, but, (after making sure I didn't mind) with anyone who offered. Of course, most of the guys who danced with her bought her a drink, and as the evening wore on, Hafida became more and more inebriated. This, of course, led to all the guys who danced with her helping themselves to a feel of the uncomplaining Hafida.

By midnight she was looking very untidy indeed. Inevitably, she got very drunk, and equally inevitably, one guy managed to guide her through a fire exit into the alley next to the building. I nursed a hard on as I watched from the partially open fire exit door.
He pinned her against the wall and kissed her, first on the neck and then on the mouth as she gave in to him. For a minute they just snogged, but then his hands left her buttocks and climbed to her tits. Her blouse was loose outside her skirt, having had numerous hands up it all night, so it was no
effort for him to get at her bare flesh. I was quite surprised when she offered no resistance to him slipping her bra up off her breasts. When he bent to suck her nipples, she just leaned against the wall with her eyes shut, so it was only moments before his hand slid up her skirt and into her knickers.

He must have fingered her for several minutes, before he pulled down her panties. She still didn't move, just kept on holding his head and kept kissing him. He fumbled for a moment as he tried to undo his belt and zip, but then he dropped his pants and hiked up her skirt. Picking up her right leg and holding it at waist height, he bent his knees, pushed forward, and after a couple of exploratory probes with his cock, found her pussy and went right on in. Just pulled down her knickers and fucked her up against the wall. Hafida's response? She put her arms back around his neck and watched his face as he fucked her. The action lasted for about ten minutes. How his knees held out I'll never know!

Eventually, of course, he stopped, went rigid and without a sound shot his load into her. Then, still in character, he gave her a last kiss, did up his trousers and just walked away, leaving her with her pants around her ankles in the alley!

Hafida staggered about for a moment or two, retrieved her pants and pulled them up. As she was putting her bra to rights, I was just going to go and fetch her back inside the club when I heard some laughter from up the alley way. Looking towards the street, I could see the same guy coming back, but this time he had one of his friends for company. Obviously they intended having something of a social evening with my wife.

Hiding in the doorway, I was only a few feet away from Hafida, and the two guys didn't spot me there. I watched the unfolding action by the light of the solitary bulb that lit the alleyway.

Hafida looked up as she heard them approaching. No reaction, no words. They stood one either side of her, the original one put his arm around her shoulders and gave her a lingering kiss. Then he said, in a really broad South London accent,
'This 'ere is my mate, Freddie. Ees really nice 'e is. When I told 'im abaht yer, 'e wanted ter meet yer, didn't yer, Freddie?' Freddie grinned at Hafida and said
'Yeah! Always wants ter meet nice fr'enly girls, me! Joey 'ere said yer woz a real nice girl, real fr'enly, accomodatin' as it were; know wha' ah meen, do yah dahlin'?'

Hafida just stared at him, seemingly not to notice as Joey lifted up her skirt. In a very slurred voice she said,
'Hello, Frettie. I Hafida'. She looked down at Joey's hand, which was now busy down the front of her knickers. Freddie grinned even more, and leaned forward to kiss her. Hafida put her arms around his neck and began to snog him as though she'd known him for years. He immediately started undoing her shirt.

Joey in the meantime had got Hafida's knickers around her knees and her skirt around her waist. He was standing behind her with his trousers around his ankles and his cock pointing skywards. Freddie had got Hafida's tits out and was playing with them (still snogging her) as Joey eased her hips back a little, bent his knees, slipped his cock under her bum into her dripping pussy and proceeded to fuck her for a second time that evening. He must have the most enduring knees on the planet.

Not that all this fucking interrupted the snogging session. Oh, No! All that happened was that Hafida started digging about in Freddie's trousers, her mouth still glued to his. When she managed to get it out, she bent forward, supported by Freddie's hands, and began to suck his cock.
'Yeah! We gonna have a real good time!' Freddie exclaimed and started to fuck her mouth.

After a minute or so, Joey stood up and said to his mate, 'Wanna swop? I creamed 'er earlier, so it's a bit wet, but yer might as well 'ave a go while she sucks me off!'
'Right on....real sociable of yer, that is!'

Hafida stood up for a moment as they changed ends. When Joey was in front of her, and Freddie was pushing her head down, so he could get in her from behind, she bent forward and began to give Joey his blow job. Freddie slid in at the other end, and began humping her. Not being quite as tall as Joey, he had no need to bend his knees, and so his cock flowed smoothly in and out of my drunken wife.

Very soon there was a lot of heavy breathing, and Joey, as charming as ever, yelled,
'Ferkin' Ell!' As he came in Hafida's mouth. Freddie, a little more refined; simply gasped
'Oh Yeaaaah!' as he shot his load in Hafida's other end. Creamed at both ends. What a mess. Laughing and joking with each other, the two guys pulled up their trousers and Joey said to Hafida,
'Won't kiss yer g'bye, bit messy....know what ah meean? But thanks for the shag, an' we'll see yer 'ere next Sat'day, OK?' And with that they were gone.
I waited until she'd organised herself again, then I slipped through the door and took Hafida by the arm.

'There you are! I thought I'd lost you!' I led her back into the club to get her coat. I didn't say anything to her as we left, not that conversation was really possible. She was so drunk she could only just about walk. Or maybe her mouth was still full. Who knows?