Jenny and the old Arabs
written by:
WifeWatcher

It was a few years back now, 1998, that we last holidayed in Tunisia. We were both aged 50 and our holidays had gone back to being just Jenny and me after years and years of family holidays with the kids. Those first few years after the kids stopped coming on holiday with us were wonderfully free and easy and we'd used the freedom to have some great adventures.

This year we were staying at the Garden Resort and Spa holiday resort in Hammamet which offered great value in those years before holidaying in North Africa was spoiled by the terrorism threats.

By the end of the first week we were nicely relaxed and beginning to turn golden brown. The accommodation and food were superb and we were both in a wonderfully relaxed state of mind. Naturally the sex had been great too in that slow, lazy relaxed way that sex on holiday always is.

Something that we'd always done in our sex games was to retell each other some of the best and dirtiest times we'd had together and with others. I would often initiate an adventure by teasing Jenny when we were playing about things I'd find exciting if she'd ever consider trying them.

One of my recurring fantasies had been to see Jenny being taken advantage of by a dirty old Arab in his full thobe, the long white kaftan style dress which was often worn by Arabs with nothing underneath.

This fantasy fitted well into our surroundings in Hammamet and so I'd used it several times in our afternoon sex sessions which may have sown the seed for what subsequently happened.

On the first Friday of our fortnights holiday we decided to make a visit to the souk in Sousse. It had been recommended to us as having both a modern part and an older traditional part, although we had been warned that the older part could be quite a shock to the senses.

We were casually dressed for the hot day, me in shorts and a tee-shirt, Jenny in a loose knee length dress which nevertheless managed to show off her wonderful arse.

We wondered through the shops and stalls which were tightly packed together with the noises and smells of the region making it feel like a really authentic experience. As we moved deeper into the market we began to leave behind the more modern shops and stalls and get to the more traditional area.

We were constantly beseeched to enter the small dark shops with hands grasping at us to come inside for the special deal which they would make for us alone. It was quite funny really and we were giggling at the way the shopkeepers tried to entice us in.

We noticed a particular shop which was selling locally made carpets and rugs and outside there was an old Arab in his grey thobe who could have just stepped out of my fantasy story of yesterday.

"Come in, pretty lady and gentleman" he said, using his hands to beckon us inside. "I will make you a very special price today." We smiled at one another, knowing he'd probably been making special prices for years for the gullible white tourists.

Surprisingly Jenny allowed him to take her by the arm and lead her into the dim interior of his stall. I followed, watching as he started to drag out rugs for her approval and delight. "Come pretty lady, feel how fine this rug is woven just for you". "See how it shimmers under the light from the thousands of fine stitches which were made by young Arab girls".

I smiled to myself and let the old man chat to Jenny who seemed to be enjoying his sales pitch, smiling and giggling as his claims got more and more outrageous.

Jenny was slowly being drawn deeper into the stall and I stayed near the entrance as they disappeared around the back of a pile of ancient rugs.

It was several minutes before they came back into view and I noticed Jenny was a little flushed but she seemed happy at the banter and compliments which the old Arab was laying on with a trowel.

We finally managed to extricate ourselves from the stall holder and moved on with a promise to return again before we went home and he would make us a very special offer for a souvenir.

We went back to our hotel in good spirits but I couldn't help notice a bit of an enigmatic smile on Jenny's lips from time to time.

The next afternoon when we retired for our siesta we started to chat and play as I used to love to do. Jenny was gently pulling my cock as she lay back with her legs open and my fingers rubbing her clitoris.

"You know yesterday when we were in the shop of that old man selling rugs", "Yes," I replied. "Well he had his hands all over my arse when I was bending down to look at the rugs." "The dirty old sod," I laughed. "I thought you were a little flushed when you came out."

"Oh yes, he was very good with his hands." "I'd hardly bent over before I felt him lift the back of my dress and put his gnarled old hands on my arse,"

"Didn't you try to stop him," I asked. "No, I thought of what you'd said the previous afternoon and just wiggled my bum a little to encourage him." "You dirty little bugger," I laughed, starting to get much harder at the vision in my head. "Did he get into your knickers too."

"Oh yes, he was very quick to pull them aside and get his fingers onto my cunt and arse." "I think Arabs must really like an arse because his fingers slowly rubbed around my bum hole and when he removed them he held them to his nose before sucking them slowly and noisily."

"Jenny," I said, "You really are a most wonderful slut."

She giggled and said, "You should have seen the size of the tent in his thobe, he must have a cock like a donkey under there."

By now I was fully aroused and the fucking that afternoon took on an increased intensity with me having the image of that dirty old Arab fingering my wife's arse with me only a matter of a few yards away.

As the days passed Jenny retold that adventure to me on several afternoon sessions and I embellished it a little by slyly asking if she'd have taken his cock if he'd have tried to fuck her. "Absolutely not," she'd said each time, but I knew my wonderful slut didn't always mean what she said.

As we neared the end of our wonderful holiday I asked Jenny if she wanted to revisit the souk in Sousse and pick up a few gifts for friends and family. She gave me one of her enigmatic looks and said "Is that all you want to get at the market." I played dumb and said "Yes, of course."

So it was that on our last Friday of the holiday we again made our way to the souk. Jenny wore the same loose fitting white dress she wore on our first visit but I noticed she was wearing what I took to be tights under it. I presumed the tights were for her protection in case the old Arab stallholder or anyone else tried to take the liberty of getting under her skirts again.

We wondered around the myriad stalls and small shops until we were in the same older part of the market we visited the last time and sure enough there was our old friend sat outside his stall drinking coffee with a couple of his friends.

As soon as he saw us he stood up and made his way towards us. Wringing his hands before him he smiled and bowed and said "Welcome back to my humble shop pretty English lady and gentleman."

Jenny smiled and allowed him to take her arm and begin leading her into his shop. He was mumbling to her and I heard him say how pleased he was to see her again and that Salim would be pleased to make her a special price on anything in his humble shop. I had to smile to myself as he led Jenny into the darker recesses of his store and I noticed that as he guided her his hand rested gently on her arse. I was distracted by one of the other two men who had been sitting drinking coffee with Salim and he asked me if I was enjoying seeing his country and telling me that one day he would love to visit England.

I asked him if his visit was to see the history and culture of the UK but he smiled and winked at me and said that, yes, the history and culture was of great interest to him but most of all he liked the tall English ladies with their short skirts and openness about sex.

Meanwhile Jenny had disappeared into the dark backroom of the shop and I was a little anxious in case she needed my assistance.

I moved away from the two guys and started to follow where I'd seen Jenny disappear. I hadn't realised just how far back the shop went but I was guided through the gloom by the sound of their voices.

I could just hear the old Arab telling Jenny what a wonderful pretty English lady she was and what wonders he had in store for her at the rear of the shop. I heard Jenny giggle and I heard in her voice something more than just the excitement of a holiday bargain.

I could only just make out the two of them facing a shelf piled high with rugs of all colours but what caught my eye more was the fact that Salim had his hands all over my wife's arse and that she wasn't struggling to get away from him.

He was telling her how beautiful she was and how the English ladies were always so sexy with the best bottoms in the whole World. He indicated to Jenny that there were some very fine rugs on the lower shelves and I saw her bend forward to take a close look and in her innocence tightening the loose dress around her wide ripe arse, clearly showing off it's shape and vulnerability.

Despite his age, Salim was very quick with his hands and before I could move nearer to protect Jenny he had raised the back of her dress exposing her stockings and suspenders and her bare white arse. To my complete surprise the tights that I had supposed Jenny to be wearing were revealed as stockings and suspenders and not just that, she had decided to go without the covering of her knickers.

I twigged immediately that this was no coincidence but my wonderfully slutty wife playing along to the fantasy we had played out on our afternoon games at the hotel.

I quickly stepped back a little to conceal myself and looked on with interest and a rock hard cock with anticipation.

Jenny didn't even flinch as Salim started to stroke her exposed upturned arse. She carried on looking at the rugs on the bottom shelf as if it was the most natural thing in the World to have her skirt up over her back whilst some gnarled old Arab ran his fingers up and down the crack of her naked arse.

I noticed that after a couple of minutes his fingers got more insistent and concentrated more on the sweet little rose bud of her arse and that her hips slowly started to rotate in time with his fingers. She sighed deeply and lowered her head to the floor fully offering her arse and cunt to the hands of the old man.

Salim seemed to take this all in his stride, taking his time to explore the sweet sight there before him of a married white English slut knelt on his dirty shop floor with her dress over her head, stockings and suspenders framing her naked cunt and arse, open to his sight and touch.

I had already got my cock out and was slowly wanking it when I felt a hand reach over and move mine aside. One of the two guys who had been drinking coffee with Salim had quietly sneaked in behind me and was also enjoying watching his friend with my wife. His touch made me start with surprise but he put a finger to his lips to tell me to be quiet and slowly moved my hand towards his cock.

In the meantime Salim had pulled open his thobe and was stroking his cock over the cheeks of my wife's exposed arse. I was absolutely shocked by the size of the old cock he was now using to excite my wife. It wasn't that it was just a good nine inches long, it was the huge girth of the thing and the apple sized bell-end which he was wiping up and down Jenny's arse crack.

I knew if Jenny turned around and saw what was in store for her she would have screamed in shock.

As I was watching all of this Salim's friend had pulled his thobe aside and placed my hand on his hard cock. I looked at him and then at the cock I was holding. He was a bit older then Salim, probably in his seventies, but the cock in my hand was every bit as big and hard as his friends. It must have been a good nine inches in length and as I closed my hand around it my fingers didn't even meet. It really was a thick hard piece of meat with a huge bell-end.

My new friend and I watched on intently each stroking the cock we were holding.

Salim now had dropped to his knees and was using his tongue to run the length of Jenny's arse crack. dipping low to tease her engorged pussy lips which I hoped would shortly be stretched tightly around his old cock.

Jenny was still head down but now she was moaning gently as this expert teased and tongued her two open holes. Her arse rotated slowly as if she was dancing on his tongue and I knew she was starting to build towards her climax.

But Salim was in no hurry to satisfy Jenny's urgent needs. He kept building up his exploration of her cunt and arse and then backing off when she started to buck too hard. He was obviously going to enjoy this opportunity to its full and string Jenny's climax out for as long as he could.

Jenny reached her hand back behind her, searching for Salim's cock which he'd been using in conjunction with his fingers to excite her cunt. He moved his cock to her grasping fingers and I saw her small hand, with her wedding ring in place, try to take hold of the full girth of that huge gnarled beast of a knob. She gasped as she took hold of his cock realising for the first time exactly what she had taken on but probably beyond the point of no return with the excitement of the old man's manipulations.

As she held this big hard cock in her hand Jenny slowly turned around, still on her knees, and came face to face with Salim's large and shiny bell-end which was just starting to leak pre-cum. I could see her face now and her expression was priceless. A mixture of fright and lust and maybe just a hint of the question, "How can I cope with that huge thing up my little cunt."

As she stared, Salim gently put one hand behind her head and with the other guided her mouth towards his bulbous bell-end. Jenny shrugged off the loose dress she had been wearing to display her bare breasts and nakedness below, except for the black suspenders and dark brown stockings I loved so much.

Jenny opened her mouth, almost as if in a trance, and Salim pressed the first few inches of his old cock past my wife's lipsticked lips. Jenny struggled to get her mouth around his hard shaft but quickly reached forward to grasp it by the root so she could control how much she could take without gagging.

Salim leaned back with his thobe held open and just allowed Jenny to slide his cock in and out of her mouth at her own pace. Gradually more and more of his cock was disappearing into my wife's mouth as she got used to the feel of it in her throat. Soon her hands were holding his huge balls to guide his engorged cock into her sweet married mouth.

Jenny looked the perfect slut as my friend and I pulled on each other's cocks. Knelt at the feet of a dirty old Arab shopkeeper in her stockings and suspenders, no knickers to cover her cunt, and her mouth wrapped around the huge gnarled old bell-end of his cock.

Jenny's sucking was getting faster and more urgent and I marvelled at Salim's self control that he hadn't already emptied his big balls down my slut wife's throat. But there was a limit and gently but firmly Salim pushed Jenny back onto the rug pile until she was laid flat on her back with her legs wide open and everything on offer to him.

Salim removed his thobe completely so that he too was naked and then placed himself between my wife's outspread thighs. I saw Jenny reach for his cock and guide it to the soft fleshy folds of her cunt. She rubbed his bell-end up and down her moist cunt lips to lubricate it before pulling it towards the pink tight opening of her cunt. I knew the exact moment Salim's bulbous bell-end encountered her cunt as she let out a soft sigh and moved her hands to his bony old arse to pull him into her.

God knows how she accommodated that huge veiny cock of his but she pulled him in with real determination until I could see his big old ball sack banging on her arse.

Jenny's legs came up around his back and she locked his cock deep into her cunt as he began rocking gently back and fore. His head went to her breast and he took the nipple of her right tit into his mouth and sucked greedily.

Slowly Salim started to build up a faster fucking rhythm and their breathing became more urgent. Jenny was mewing and grasping at Salim's arse to encourage him. "Fuck me, you dirty old bastard," she screamed, "Fill me up with your thick creamy spunk."

Jenny had always been verbal when we fucked but now she was really letting go, calling him a dirty old bastard and telling him how good he was fucking her and how she wanted to be filled with his spunk. "Come on Salim, fuck this dirty English bitch." "Make me scream." "My husband is so fucking useless I need a good hard fucking."

I don't know how much Salim understood of what Jenny was saying but it was definitely driving me crazy.

Then, with a load roar, Salim's arse started to twitch and I knew he was emptying his balls deep in my wife's cunt. "Yes, yes, yes," she screamed, "Give me all your spunk."

It must have been some time since Salim had had a good fuck because the spunk he was shooting into my wife came spurting out down the side of his cock and ran in a small river down the crack of her arse.

After he'd finished filling her cunt, Salim collapsed onto Jenny and they lay there with his cock slowly softening and eventually plopping out, bringing with it another river of thick creamy spunk.

Salim pulled himself off my wife and I could now see her face which had a wonderful "Just fucked" look of lust and satisfaction. Her legs were wide open and her cunt lips were red and engorged with Salim's spunk running from them. She looked such a wonderful fucking whore that I wanted to take her in my arms and put my fingers into that hot sticky mess that was her cunt.

I say I wanted to because before I could move towards her my new friend was ahead of me. Dropping to his knees he buried his face between Jenny's thighs and began lapping away at her ravaged holes. This guy was unbelievable. He raised Jenny's arse from the floor so he could lick and suck her cunt and arse in one smooth action. Jenny just lay back in lust and offered her cunt and arse up to the feelings of his long experienced tongue.

"This is my Uncle, Murtaaz," Salim said, "His wife died and he hasn't seen a cunt for many years." "He's never seen a pretty English cunt before so please be patient with him."

To help me be patient Salim had taken hold of my cock and was slowly wanking me as his Uncle devoured my wife. I have to admit whatever Murtaaz was doing to Jenny he was doing it very well as she was thrashing around with her eyes screwed tight as this expert probed her cunt and arse with his old Arab tongue.

I think Murtaaz probably made Jenny climax every bit as hard with his tongue as Salim had done with his big old cock but I wasn't prepared when he removed his thobe and started to use his big old knob end to slide up and down the crack of her cunt, from arsehole to cunt.

Jenny was too far gone to offer any great resistance and I saw him slip one gnarled old finger up to his knuckle in her sweet tight arsehole. With his other hand he was rubbing his bell-end the full length of her spunky cunt.

With a quick movement he offered up the head of his cock to Jenny's gaping cunt and entered her before she realised what was happening. Jenny's cunt had been stretched to accommodate Salim's cock but his Uncle was a real test. Luckily the spunk already there must have lubricated the old man's cock and somehow it just slid in like a hand in a glove.

Jenny gave a welcoming grunt to the new cock now embedded in her cunt and seemed very happy too that Murtaaz still had his finger buried deep into her arse.

Murtaaz set off at quite a pace ramming his cock into Jenny's spunky cunt so that his old balls were banging on her arse in rhythm with the finger he was using to finger fucking her arse. As the finger in her arse began to meet less resistance Murtaaz introduced a second finger and was now finger fucking Jenny's arse every bit as hard as his prick was fucking her cunt.

The spunk that had run down her arse crack from Salim was now being used by Murtaaz to gently open up Jenny's arse to his finger fucking.

When I saw that Murtaaz had got three fingers up Jenny's arse it flashed across my mind that he was maybe loosening her up in the hope she would take his cock up her arse. I knew that Jenny had taken a cock up there before but nothing on the scale of the huge cock on this old Arab. I also knew that many Arabs preferred to fuck an arse more than a cunt and I began to get anxious that Murtaaz would try it on and ruin the while scenario.

I needn't have worried because when Murtaaz pulled his gnarled old cock from her cunt it was Jenny's small hand that came underneath to take hold of it and rub it around the rosebud of her arsehole.

I watched on mesmerised as she became more insistent with his cock until it slid so slowly and yet so easily into her tight sweet arse hole.

Murtaaz was very gentle and patient in letting Jenny set the pace, but inch by inch his gnarled old cock with the bell-end like a small apple slid it's full length into her arse.

Then, when she was quite full of his cock, Murtaaz began withdrawing it slowly just leaving his bell-end inside her before pressing forward again until his old ball sack was banging against her arse.

Very gradually Murtaaz increased his speed and I could hear Jenny making mewing and grunting noises as the old man started to fuck her arse with much more intent.

Then she became loud and vocal as her climax built up. She was calling Murtaaz all the dirty names she could muster but at the same time telling him to fuck her harder. "Yes, yes, yes, fuck that arse you dirty old sod," "Fill my arse with your thick creamy spunk," "Come on, fuck this dirty English slut."

I was in absolute awe of my wife taking this huge Arab cock up her pretty little arse, knelt in the dirt in the back of an old Arab carpet stall. Her naked arse framed by the torn and tattered stockings and black suspenders that she'd worn expressly for the purpose of making herself available. Her cunt already running with the spunk from Salim after he had fucked her only minutes earlier.

With a huge roar Murtaaz pressed forward with an intense look on his face as his balls twitched and I knew he was emptying them deep up the arse of my wonderful wife.

As he withdrew a stream of spunk was drawn out from Jenny's arse and started to run down her ravaged thighs.

I stepped forward to touch my wife's well used arse and cunt and as I did so my own spunk shot over her back as she crouched there, thoroughly fucked.

Salim and Murtaaz helped Jenny to her feet as I looked on. They brought her to me and she fell into my arms as I wrapped them around her. "Did you mind, darling," she said, "When I started this it was really just as a present to you, but when Salim started playing with my cunt I just needed to be fucked."

I said, "Of course I don't mind, you know I love to see you taking cock." "But I was surprised when you took Murtaaz up your arse." "Yes, I think I'd lost control by then, and he was so gentle and it felt so good that I just wanted his spunk up my arse."

We made ourselves clean and presentable and the two Arabs took us to the entrance to the stall babbling on how sexy Jenny was and such a wonderful woman to let them both fuck her.

All the way back to the hotel I had this mental image of what lay under Jenny's dress, her torn and tattered stockings, those sexy black suspenders, but most of all her spunk filled and ravaged holes, cunt and arse.

Our wonderful holiday came to an end a few days later but we had some wonderful memories to take home with us and some great afternoons to come when we would re-live our Arabian experiences.