Muslim Hotwife Prequel: How We Met [MF]

Muslim Hotwife Prequel: How We Met
(See my earlier post if you want more context: https://old.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/iommef/muslim_hotwife_mf/)

I. Background (Jump to Section II if you just want to read some action. This is a long story.)

This happened in the days just before Christmas, 2019.

I was in town for work. The tech company that employs me, which shall remain nameless, has an office in the region and I have a few engineering teams here. I make periodic trips to rally the troops and had one last meeting to get out of the way before everyone disappeared for Christmas.

I am a seasoned business traveler and always make sure to exercise and eat properly while I’m away from home. And I felt entirely comfortable standing in this gym, looking down at the increasingly heavy (for me) weight at my feet. By the standards of actually strong men, I’m not a strong man. But neither am I weak, and in most commercial gyms I’m among the strongest people in the place.

Muslim Hotwife [MF]

Muslim Hotwife

I: Background (Jump to Section II if you just want to read about some action.)

This happened around September 1, 2020 in the suburbs of Salt Lake City, UT.

I met this couple–that’s a story for another day–around Christmas 2019. They were seeking a Bull, and thought I might fit the bill. I’m not sure why they approached me. I was reluctant, but after thinking it over I agreed. I’m a private person but the wife was sexy: Mid to late 20s, fit, 5’7″, light brown skin, South Asian accent. She’d agreed to my ground rules: no husband present until I was ready, no bareback, no pictures that included my face.

We hooked up more or less every week until early March, when the pandemic sent me home to the West Coast. The sex was still good but there was a burgeoning tension between us. She wanted to change the rules, and she wouldn’t shut up about it. She wanted bareback, and my suspicion was that she wanted her husband to taste me off her pussy. She wanted her husband in the room. And she once even mentioned, in a post coital reverie, that she wanted her husband to get me “ready for sex” (read: blow me) and “clean” me afterwards. Red flags everywhere. That pandemic came at just the right time for me.