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Nazneen Fucked in corner shop
40 year Muslim wife Nazneen gets to shake her belly, wide hips, fat arse and C cuppers for an elderly "Uncle" in his corner shop, in return she gets a baby belly.
I had been looking for a present for my wife Nazneen for Eid and went to the shop next door to ours. I went inside the dark and quite dirty little shop to find Mr. Mohammed (whom we both knew) sitting behind the counter.
I explained about my wife's belly dancing at which the rather crude, elderly man became quite interested and started to grin and show me lots of clothes, accessories and such like. He took a small box and showed that it was full of small silver coins. He took one and was about to give it to me and stopped
"Very rare" he grunted..."Just like your wife... It's unusual for a Muslim women let alone a good homely wife to indulge in belly dancing, You actually allow this ?"
There was a pause I knew he was denigrating me, I looked at the floor as if I had been told off by the school principle.
He continued after he saw me squirming.
"Does she show her navel to any men ? Uncle would very much like to see it ?"
His stare was boring into me. He wasn't joking with me, nor asking, he was "telling" me what he wanted, my wife, my homely wife, my good wife, mother to our 3 c***dren , my Nazneen. Diplomatically he had called her a whore. But to him all women where whore's. I had been denigrated, ashamed to look him in the eye (whilst my loins started to tingle) I just said feebly.
"Yes, Chaachaa"
"For your wife's lovely little navel....BOY" He replied
I could have cum right there, I wanted to take my cock out and masturbate right there in front of this man, this real man. His eyes still cold staring at me. I had to show him respect now.
I knelt down on the floor in front of him. I bent my face to his feet and kissed his bare feet through his sandals, I then said to him
"She is yours Mohammed Uncle"
The door bell rang as a customer came in, I got to my feet. He laughed and informed me to bring my wife to the shop on Friday instead of doing Prayers. He was going to defile my wife, my Nazneen.
When I got home I masturbated thinking about this old man who was going to have my wife. I stopped short of shooting a big load in my wife's panties whilst I pictured the old man with my Nazneen. I wanted to cum my full load whilst Nazneen was with this bull on Friday.
I looked at our wedding picture on the bedside table, thinking Muslim Cunt,"Cunt Nazneen", "WHORE NAZNEEN" I couldn't help it I spunked my load.
Later that evening I told Nazneen about the shop and suggested that we went to have a look around on Friday. She didn't want to miss her prayers but was ok if we went early.
Unknown to her, she will be watching me shoot my cum at Mohamed Uncles feet as he was defiling her.
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So it was Friday, my wife and I opened the door and entered the dirty little shop to the delight of the old man, our married lives would never be the same again.
As the door closed behind me it was also as if my life and fate was sealed !
There sat the same ugly old man at the same dirty little desk, yet this time his eyes lit up when he saw that my wife was with me, he was the alpha male here and he was going to dominate us and me in front of my good homely
Muslim wife he had already owned me and now was going to humiliate me.
My wife Nazneen was wearing a short green pullover and a long, loose-fitting skirt, leaving her navel bare. For a
Muslim wife this was considered disgusting behavior. This sealed the deal he saw my wife displaying her charms for him, albeit subconsciously.
The old man stood up and came around to us and put his arm around my wife, his grubby fingers pressing and feeling the soft brown flesh of my wife's exposed waist. To show us both that he could do what he wanted to my wife without my permission and without him having to ask. He looked at me and smirked, almost verging on disgust.
"What can I do for your pretty wife lady?" he smirked.
"I want a dance costume" replied my wife.
He showed her to a changing room and pushed her inside, handing her a cheap looking costume to start with. When she came out, he looked at her very seriously.
She looked beautiful...her breasts pushed up and thrust out and the belt on the bottom of the costume two inches below her navel.
He walked over to us, roughly pushing me aside, and proceeded to push the bottom part of Nazneen's costume much, much lower....so low that the top tendrils of her bushy black forest of pubic hair almost peeked out!
"You must show the whole of your belly, you silly girl!" he snapped throatily, adjusting her belt and getting his hands on the soft brown belly in the performance of this duty....the belly that was, until that moment, just there for my pleasure.
Nazneen stood there a little shocked and embarrassed by this dirty old man's handling of her body.
"Are you quite finished groping me ?" she asked angrily.
My wife looked a little red in her face. The crude man's attention to her flesh was beginning to become obvious...she took a deep breath.
"... are you quite finished...groping me !!!" she said again.
The old man seemed to get very aroused at his control over my wife.
"Go on girl...." he grunted, "show how you dance !"
"No...I will not!" she said to him but he just smiled and told her to do as he ordered. She looked at me and I didn't know what to do.
I nodded to her and told her that it would be okay for her to dance for this old man.
With that, my shy wife Nazneen began to undulate right there in the dimly lit shop. She shook her breasts and danced.
"Very good! Very good...!" he said to my wife, slapping her playfully and lecherously on her arse as if I were not there in the room....
Then the old man commenced kneading and rubbing my wife's warm brown belly right in front of my eyes !
"Hmmmmmmmmm! What a nice belly you have my girl...and such a deep navel too!" he groaned, his grubby fat fingers playing with Nazneen's deep, dark, belly-button hole....do you enjoy this Muslim !
"Yes" said my wife rather shyly.
"Yes, what?" grunted the Mohamed Uncle , busy with the kneading.
"I enjoy you...massaging...my belly..." she said in gasps coinciding with the deeply probing fingers and palms that repeatedly dug deep into the soft firm brown flesh of her midsection.
Then asking "Why are you not at prayers woman !? Instead of being here and having another man, man handle you in front of your husband"
The man kept on rubbing and kneading the different sections of my wife's bare belly...he noticed a couple of stray hairs peeking out of the costume and tickled them! The impudent old man actually pulled the bottom of my wife's costume out and took a quick peek done at her thick, bushy forest of black pubic hair.
After a couple of minutes, the man stopped rubbing my wife's soft warm flesh and stared at her large breasts.
"Nice tit's you have daughter...like big soft mangoes!" said the rude old man, "and fat nipples too, You must have a different top with your costume...one with coins to jingle when you shake....Take of your top now!"
My wife stared at him, open mouthed and then looked at me....
"Do I have to show him my breasts now?" she appealed to me.
"Don't look at him, you silly girl!" he snapped, "do as you are told and take of that top so that I can see your tit's!"
"Go on..." I said, hardly able to speak, "do as chaachaa says .."
My wife reached around behind her and undid the strap there, letting the bra fall to the floor.
She straightened up and stood there, topless in the dimly lit shop...bare breasted and bare bellied in front of this horrible fat man...her hands over breasts, covering her huge brown nipples from the gaze of the man.
"Ohhhhhhhhhh!" he
"Drop your hands girl, do you think I have never seen the breast's of a woman before?" he snapped.
My wife stood there and slowly lowered her hands to her sides, her breasts thrust out. Her breasts are large and heavy, yet stand out quite a way from the ribcage. Her nipples are big and fat and the areola are four inches across.
"That's better now" said the man, "Shake your tit's for me so I can see what type of bra you will need !"
My wife began to shake her soft brown breasts. Nazneen was proud of her mangoes
He took a coin-sown bra and walked over to my wife. He put the bra down for a second and took her breasts in his hands, rubbing, kneading and weighing the soft fleshy mangoes as if they were some tropical fruit and he was testing the ripeness.
"What nice mangoes you have daughter !" he said, "I bet they made a lot of Muslim cream for your c***dren didn't they...fine sucking nipples!"
"My nipples are none of your concern !" she answered.
Though not stopping him pull and roll the fat brown teats round and round in his fingers...
There she stood, half naked in the dimly lit shop with this strange old fat man crushing her breasts in his hands.
Suddenly, the man lifted his shirt and hugged my wife to him. I was behind him, so I couldn't quite see what he was doing, but there was a look of wide-eyed amazement on Nazneen's face. The man seemed to be undulating his big fat arse, as if his was dry fucking my wife...
I looked at my wife and saw the same slimy clear wetness all over her sexy belly.
"What was he doing darling ?" I asked.
"He was...just... humping my belly, the dirty old man!"
My own small boy's sized "willie" was flaccid in my pants by now as the man grew more dominant. I couldn't get a hard on.
"Bend over daughter !" he ordered "I am going to fuck you! I will plough your fertile field and make a baby in your nice soft married belly !"
"No!" cried my wife.
"Oh yes!" said the man, slapping my wife across her face for her impudence! Nazneen cried out and stared defiantly at the old man.
"You know you want my seed in your beautiful Muslim belly"
To my amazement, Nazneen dropped the costume to the floor and stood there naked. She looked so erotic standing there naked for this ugly man.
Knowing inside that she was about to take the seed of this horrible stranger. Nazneen looked at me...angry at her cuckold hubby and then went over to a table, her breasts and arse jiggling.
"My my...what a nice hairy bush you have daughter l!" he exclaimed.
He leaned over on the table and he went over to her.
The old man looked at me, then commenced to rub and massage all over my wife's naked body....breasts...belly...bottom...and especially the thick thatch of her beautiful pubic bush. He really reveled in the
pleasure of her hairy slit. My wife has a very thick, very soft and bushy pelt between her thighs...
"Now watch as I fuck your wife!" he snapped at me leering at me.
"No...please..." she begged, " Please don't fuck me in front of my husband!"
There was little I could do. I was mesmerized by the size and power of this man's cock...and by the weight of his cum full hairy balls. His big fat cock was at least 6"'s and thick, he was having trouble getting it into my wife's hairy slit.
"huuuuhh !" she groaned, "It's too big !"
The old man put his hands under her, on her belly, and suddenly thrust about four or five inches more into her!
"OOOOOOOOOOOOohhhhhhhhhhhhhh....no...no...please stop it!" she cried.
The she stood, bent over, the man's hands kneading her soft belly and hanging breasts, with about eight inches of cock in her tight pussy and at least another six inches yet remaining outside!
Three times, the man did the same thing, lifting Nazneen by the belly and grunting a couple of inches into her until...it all went in with no trouble. The man stood there embedded in my shy wife...his tongue hanging out like an a****l...and he began to fuck her in earnest like the b**st he was!
The sound of fucking filled the shop, his fat, hairy stomach slapping against my wife's full round bottom...his long hairy ball sack swinging and bouncing with the effort...I took a moment to look at his ball sack...huge and heavy and swollen with his seed.
"Ohhhhhhhhhh...floppy titties...nice soft belly...hairy little cunt!" he moaned as he fucked my Nazneen. She was moaning and crying out in pleasure too.
I took out my hard cock and began to rub it for all I was worth. The sound of fucking, and groaning and swearing filled the air! The man was kneading my wife's hanging breasts like bread dough as he fucked her. Suddenly, he started to feel his ejaculation on its way.
"Where to you want me to seed your silly little girl?" he grunted at me. I didn't want him to cum inside her, as she was not on the pill and I didn't want her to have this man's baby.
"Please don't cum inside her...please..." I pleaded, but he just laughed. It was Nazneen herself who answered...
"Cum inside me...please cum in my belly...give me you seed...make a baby in my womb for me!"
"What will we tell our son?" I pleaded, " that a dirty old man has fucked you and put his baby in your belly?"
"Yes!" grunted the man, "it is as it should be...I will fuck you and fill your belly with my seed ! The Imam has given his blessing for you to be carry my Muslim baby"
The man held my wife my the waist and grunted in ecstasy again and again as he pumped his cum into her fertile womb...
I was masturbating by this time and my own cum spurted out onto the floor of his dirty shop...a mere few drops compared to his thick heavy load.
The old man stopped thrusting and pulled back, his thick cock slipped out as it left my wife's hairy cunny. Sperm was running out of my wife and the old man told her to lay down and raise her knees so she would catch.
Nazneen lay there on her back...panting...her belly and breasts rising and falling with each gasp.
"Oh Adrian, Uncle was so good !" then she said , "...why could you not be like him...your, your like a young school boy... with a small willie, do you think a small thing like that can give me pleasure ! "
The man put his monster cock away and took me to the cash register, where he took an inflated price for the costume...considering that he had just had the pleasure of fucking my wife!
That was it! She thanked the man who said that his name was Iqbal. The man showed me the small silver coin he had showed me the last time I was there...for my wife's little navel...
He took her to a chair and told her to stand on it, as he would not go on his knees in front of a woman...she did so.
The man took the small coin...looked for a seconds at Nazneen's expose navel...and thrust his tongue all the way into her deep belly button causing her to let out a gasp. He took the coin and pressed it into her saliva-wet navel where it stayed.
My wife thanked him again and we left the shop with a look of satisfaction on both his and my wife's faces and the small silver coin....glittering in the sunlight...in the center of her firm brown belly!
Nine months late...
... I watched as my wife gave birth to first of his many babies...
40 year Muslim wife Nazneen gets to shake her belly, wide hips, fat arse and C cuppers for an elderly "Uncle" in his corner shop, in return she gets a baby belly.
I had been looking for a present for my wife Nazneen for Eid and went to the shop next door to ours. I went inside the dark and quite dirty little shop to find Mr. Mohammed (whom we both knew) sitting behind the counter.
I explained about my wife's belly dancing at which the rather crude, elderly man became quite interested and started to grin and show me lots of clothes, accessories and such like. He took a small box and showed that it was full of small silver coins. He took one and was about to give it to me and stopped
"Very rare" he grunted..."Just like your wife... It's unusual for a Muslim women let alone a good homely wife to indulge in belly dancing, You actually allow this ?"
There was a pause I knew he was denigrating me, I looked at the floor as if I had been told off by the school principle.
He continued after he saw me squirming.
"Does she show her navel to any men ? Uncle would very much like to see it ?"
His stare was boring into me. He wasn't joking with me, nor asking, he was "telling" me what he wanted, my wife, my homely wife, my good wife, mother to our 3 c***dren , my Nazneen. Diplomatically he had called her a whore. But to him all women where whore's. I had been denigrated, ashamed to look him in the eye (whilst my loins started to tingle) I just said feebly.
"Yes, Chaachaa"
"For your wife's lovely little navel....BOY" He replied
I could have cum right there, I wanted to take my cock out and masturbate right there in front of this man, this real man. His eyes still cold staring at me. I had to show him respect now.
I knelt down on the floor in front of him. I bent my face to his feet and kissed his bare feet through his sandals, I then said to him
"She is yours Mohammed Uncle"
The door bell rang as a customer came in, I got to my feet. He laughed and informed me to bring my wife to the shop on Friday instead of doing Prayers. He was going to defile my wife, my Nazneen.
When I got home I masturbated thinking about this old man who was going to have my wife. I stopped short of shooting a big load in my wife's panties whilst I pictured the old man with my Nazneen. I wanted to cum my full load whilst Nazneen was with this bull on Friday.
I looked at our wedding picture on the bedside table, thinking Muslim Cunt,"Cunt Nazneen", "WHORE NAZNEEN" I couldn't help it I spunked my load.
Later that evening I told Nazneen about the shop and suggested that we went to have a look around on Friday. She didn't want to miss her prayers but was ok if we went early.
Unknown to her, she will be watching me shoot my cum at Mohamed Uncles feet as he was defiling her.
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So it was Friday, my wife and I opened the door and entered the dirty little shop to the delight of the old man, our married lives would never be the same again.
As the door closed behind me it was also as if my life and fate was sealed !
There sat the same ugly old man at the same dirty little desk, yet this time his eyes lit up when he saw that my wife was with me, he was the alpha male here and he was going to dominate us and me in front of my good homely
Muslim wife he had already owned me and now was going to humiliate me.
My wife Nazneen was wearing a short green pullover and a long, loose-fitting skirt, leaving her navel bare. For a
Muslim wife this was considered disgusting behavior. This sealed the deal he saw my wife displaying her charms for him, albeit subconsciously.
The old man stood up and came around to us and put his arm around my wife, his grubby fingers pressing and feeling the soft brown flesh of my wife's exposed waist. To show us both that he could do what he wanted to my wife without my permission and without him having to ask. He looked at me and smirked, almost verging on disgust.
"What can I do for your pretty wife lady?" he smirked.
"I want a dance costume" replied my wife.
He showed her to a changing room and pushed her inside, handing her a cheap looking costume to start with. When she came out, he looked at her very seriously.
She looked beautiful...her breasts pushed up and thrust out and the belt on the bottom of the costume two inches below her navel.
He walked over to us, roughly pushing me aside, and proceeded to push the bottom part of Nazneen's costume much, much lower....so low that the top tendrils of her bushy black forest of pubic hair almost peeked out!
"You must show the whole of your belly, you silly girl!" he snapped throatily, adjusting her belt and getting his hands on the soft brown belly in the performance of this duty....the belly that was, until that moment, just there for my pleasure.
Nazneen stood there a little shocked and embarrassed by this dirty old man's handling of her body.
"Are you quite finished groping me ?" she asked angrily.
My wife looked a little red in her face. The crude man's attention to her flesh was beginning to become obvious...she took a deep breath.
"... are you quite finished...groping me !!!" she said again.
The old man seemed to get very aroused at his control over my wife.
"Go on girl...." he grunted, "show how you dance !"
"No...I will not!" she said to him but he just smiled and told her to do as he ordered. She looked at me and I didn't know what to do.
I nodded to her and told her that it would be okay for her to dance for this old man.
With that, my shy wife Nazneen began to undulate right there in the dimly lit shop. She shook her breasts and danced.
"Very good! Very good...!" he said to my wife, slapping her playfully and lecherously on her arse as if I were not there in the room....
Then the old man commenced kneading and rubbing my wife's warm brown belly right in front of my eyes !
"Hmmmmmmmmm! What a nice belly you have my girl...and such a deep navel too!" he groaned, his grubby fat fingers playing with Nazneen's deep, dark, belly-button hole....do you enjoy this Muslim !
"Yes" said my wife rather shyly.
"Yes, what?" grunted the Mohamed Uncle , busy with the kneading.
"I enjoy you...massaging...my belly..." she said in gasps coinciding with the deeply probing fingers and palms that repeatedly dug deep into the soft firm brown flesh of her midsection.
Then asking "Why are you not at prayers woman !? Instead of being here and having another man, man handle you in front of your husband"
The man kept on rubbing and kneading the different sections of my wife's bare belly...he noticed a couple of stray hairs peeking out of the costume and tickled them! The impudent old man actually pulled the bottom of my wife's costume out and took a quick peek done at her thick, bushy forest of black pubic hair.
After a couple of minutes, the man stopped rubbing my wife's soft warm flesh and stared at her large breasts.
"Nice tit's you have daughter...like big soft mangoes!" said the rude old man, "and fat nipples too, You must have a different top with your costume...one with coins to jingle when you shake....Take of your top now!"
My wife stared at him, open mouthed and then looked at me....
"Do I have to show him my breasts now?" she appealed to me.
"Don't look at him, you silly girl!" he snapped, "do as you are told and take of that top so that I can see your tit's!"
"Go on..." I said, hardly able to speak, "do as chaachaa says .."
My wife reached around behind her and undid the strap there, letting the bra fall to the floor.
She straightened up and stood there, topless in the dimly lit shop...bare breasted and bare bellied in front of this horrible fat man...her hands over breasts, covering her huge brown nipples from the gaze of the man.
"Ohhhhhhhhhh!" he
"Drop your hands girl, do you think I have never seen the breast's of a woman before?" he snapped.
My wife stood there and slowly lowered her hands to her sides, her breasts thrust out. Her breasts are large and heavy, yet stand out quite a way from the ribcage. Her nipples are big and fat and the areola are four inches across.
"That's better now" said the man, "Shake your tit's for me so I can see what type of bra you will need !"
My wife began to shake her soft brown breasts. Nazneen was proud of her mangoes
He took a coin-sown bra and walked over to my wife. He put the bra down for a second and took her breasts in his hands, rubbing, kneading and weighing the soft fleshy mangoes as if they were some tropical fruit and he was testing the ripeness.
"What nice mangoes you have daughter !" he said, "I bet they made a lot of Muslim cream for your c***dren didn't they...fine sucking nipples!"
"My nipples are none of your concern !" she answered.
Though not stopping him pull and roll the fat brown teats round and round in his fingers...
There she stood, half naked in the dimly lit shop with this strange old fat man crushing her breasts in his hands.
Suddenly, the man lifted his shirt and hugged my wife to him. I was behind him, so I couldn't quite see what he was doing, but there was a look of wide-eyed amazement on Nazneen's face. The man seemed to be undulating his big fat arse, as if his was dry fucking my wife...
I looked at my wife and saw the same slimy clear wetness all over her sexy belly.
"What was he doing darling ?" I asked.
"He was...just... humping my belly, the dirty old man!"
My own small boy's sized "willie" was flaccid in my pants by now as the man grew more dominant. I couldn't get a hard on.
"Bend over daughter !" he ordered "I am going to fuck you! I will plough your fertile field and make a baby in your nice soft married belly !"
"No!" cried my wife.
"Oh yes!" said the man, slapping my wife across her face for her impudence! Nazneen cried out and stared defiantly at the old man.
"You know you want my seed in your beautiful Muslim belly"
To my amazement, Nazneen dropped the costume to the floor and stood there naked. She looked so erotic standing there naked for this ugly man.
Knowing inside that she was about to take the seed of this horrible stranger. Nazneen looked at me...angry at her cuckold hubby and then went over to a table, her breasts and arse jiggling.
"My my...what a nice hairy bush you have daughter l!" he exclaimed.
He leaned over on the table and he went over to her.
The old man looked at me, then commenced to rub and massage all over my wife's naked body....breasts...belly...bottom...and especially the thick thatch of her beautiful pubic bush. He really reveled in the
pleasure of her hairy slit. My wife has a very thick, very soft and bushy pelt between her thighs...
"Now watch as I fuck your wife!" he snapped at me leering at me.
"No...please..." she begged, " Please don't fuck me in front of my husband!"
There was little I could do. I was mesmerized by the size and power of this man's cock...and by the weight of his cum full hairy balls. His big fat cock was at least 6"'s and thick, he was having trouble getting it into my wife's hairy slit.
"huuuuhh !" she groaned, "It's too big !"
The old man put his hands under her, on her belly, and suddenly thrust about four or five inches more into her!
"OOOOOOOOOOOOohhhhhhhhhhhhhh....no...no...please stop it!" she cried.
The she stood, bent over, the man's hands kneading her soft belly and hanging breasts, with about eight inches of cock in her tight pussy and at least another six inches yet remaining outside!
Three times, the man did the same thing, lifting Nazneen by the belly and grunting a couple of inches into her until...it all went in with no trouble. The man stood there embedded in my shy wife...his tongue hanging out like an a****l...and he began to fuck her in earnest like the b**st he was!
The sound of fucking filled the shop, his fat, hairy stomach slapping against my wife's full round bottom...his long hairy ball sack swinging and bouncing with the effort...I took a moment to look at his ball sack...huge and heavy and swollen with his seed.
"Ohhhhhhhhhh...floppy titties...nice soft belly...hairy little cunt!" he moaned as he fucked my Nazneen. She was moaning and crying out in pleasure too.
I took out my hard cock and began to rub it for all I was worth. The sound of fucking, and groaning and swearing filled the air! The man was kneading my wife's hanging breasts like bread dough as he fucked her. Suddenly, he started to feel his ejaculation on its way.
"Where to you want me to seed your silly little girl?" he grunted at me. I didn't want him to cum inside her, as she was not on the pill and I didn't want her to have this man's baby.
"Please don't cum inside her...please..." I pleaded, but he just laughed. It was Nazneen herself who answered...
"Cum inside me...please cum in my belly...give me you seed...make a baby in my womb for me!"
"What will we tell our son?" I pleaded, " that a dirty old man has fucked you and put his baby in your belly?"
"Yes!" grunted the man, "it is as it should be...I will fuck you and fill your belly with my seed ! The Imam has given his blessing for you to be carry my Muslim baby"
The man held my wife my the waist and grunted in ecstasy again and again as he pumped his cum into her fertile womb...
I was masturbating by this time and my own cum spurted out onto the floor of his dirty shop...a mere few drops compared to his thick heavy load.
The old man stopped thrusting and pulled back, his thick cock slipped out as it left my wife's hairy cunny. Sperm was running out of my wife and the old man told her to lay down and raise her knees so she would catch.
Nazneen lay there on her back...panting...her belly and breasts rising and falling with each gasp.
"Oh Adrian, Uncle was so good !" then she said , "...why could you not be like him...your, your like a young school boy... with a small willie, do you think a small thing like that can give me pleasure ! "
The man put his monster cock away and took me to the cash register, where he took an inflated price for the costume...considering that he had just had the pleasure of fucking my wife!
That was it! She thanked the man who said that his name was Iqbal. The man showed me the small silver coin he had showed me the last time I was there...for my wife's little navel...
He took her to a chair and told her to stand on it, as he would not go on his knees in front of a woman...she did so.
The man took the small coin...looked for a seconds at Nazneen's expose navel...and thrust his tongue all the way into her deep belly button causing her to let out a gasp. He took the coin and pressed it into her saliva-wet navel where it stayed.
My wife thanked him again and we left the shop with a look of satisfaction on both his and my wife's faces and the small silver coin....glittering in the sunlight...in the center of her firm brown belly!
Nine months late...
... I watched as my wife gave birth to first of his many babies...
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