The sun does down on the City of Marrakesh, Kingdom of Morocco, and Ishaq Fakri headed home, tired after a long day working at the prestigious and austere headquarters of the Moroccan Ministry of Finance. The six-foot-tall, slim and athletic, bronze-skinned and dark-haired, thirty-something cleric hurried to his house, located in the Al-Mokhtar Enclave. It's a nice area populated by mid-level Moroccan Government functionaries, businesspeople, successful artists and the like. Ishaq got out of his car and waved at his neighbors before approaching his dwelling. It's good to be home.
Upon arriving at his residence, Ishaq was greeted by his dog Marduk, whose head he patted. The house seemed a bit quiet, which was surprising because Ishaq's wife Kawtar had a habit of leaving the television on while they were away at work. It's one of those habits of hers which he stopped questioning a long time ago. Ishaq saw that the lights were on, and figured that his wife Kawtar Al-Rahman had come home early. The Bank of Marrakesh, where Kawtar works, keeps long hours. Walking up the steps, Ishaq heard some strange noises coming from the master bedroom. Something strange was going on...
"What the fuck?" Ishaq exclaimed as he stormed into the master bedroom like a leopard leaping after prey. The cleric stood there, frozen, for he was absolutely stunned by what he saw. Ishaq's wife Kawtar lay naked on the bed, and she was not alone. There was someone else there with her. Ishaq recognized his buddy Suleiman Obeid, the big and tall, dark-skinned Sudanese man he'd befriended a year ago in the marketplace. Suleiman had his face buried between Kawtar's legs and was eating her pussy. Ahem, what in the actual fuck?
"Salaam, Ishaq, about time you got here," Kawtar said, and the curvaceous, bronze-skinned and dark-haired, busty young Moroccan Muslim woman clucked her tongue impatiently. Ishaq shook his head and smiled. Suleiman looked up and waved at Ishaq. Kawtar grabbed the back of Suleiman's neck and pressed his face against her pussy. The Sudanese stud got the hint and resumed eating Kawtar's sweet pussy. Everyone thinks that Muslim women are soft and sweet, but they're really bossy as Hell. Ask anyone who's ever met Kawtar Al-Rahman, the domineering, sexy wife of Ishaq Fakri.
"I told you not to start without me," Ishaq said as he took off his clothes, and Kawtar laughed, beckoning for him to come to bed. Ishaq joined his wife and best friend on the bed, and watched them do their thing. Suleiman was giving Kawtar's sweet pussy a tongue bath and the curvaceous, bossy gal seemed to be really into it. Ishaq admired his wife Kawtar's sexy, curvy body, and caught himself admiring Suleiman as well. The Sudanese brother was well-built, that's for sure. Ishaq caressed Kawtar's breasts and kissed her gently. Kawtar kissed her husband back passionately, thrilled to have him join the action.
"That feels nice," Suleiman paused to say as Ishaq caressed his smooth dark ass after letting go of Kawtar's tits. Ishaq smiled and shrugged. The Moroccan cleric is bisexual and his wife Kawtar is okay with it. All is well when husband and wife keep no secrets and respect each other's needs. Ishaq leaned over and grabbed Suleiman's cock while the Sudanese brother continued to eat Kawtar's pussy. Just like that, Ishaq took Suleiman's big dark dick into his mouth. Kawtar winked at Ishaq and grinned. She loves watching her husband suck dick, for real.
