Adultery My wife and the Shopkeeper

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My wife and the Shopkeeper by astrel.
All credit to original author.



I am writing this story with trembling hands. I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I am enjoying writing it...which is in itself nothing to the pleasure I get every time I think about how it was to watch my good, faithful and dutiful wife take the seed of another man! My 35 year old wife had started to take classes in belly dancing. It is perfect for her, as she is very dark, has nice round breasts, broad hips and a beautiful rounded belly delightfully centred with a deep dark navel. 

I had been looking for a present for her for our wedding anniversary and came across an oriental goods shop. I went inside the dark and actually, quite dirty little shop to find an old man of middle eastern style sitting behind the counter. The man wore a knitted cap, the kind many Pakistani men wear and he had a very long, very thick, grey beard. He was actually quite unfriendly and more than a little rude at first and asked me what I was looking for so I explained about my wife's belly dancing at which the rather crude and ugly old man became quite interested and started to grin and show me lots of clothes, belly-chains and such like. 

He asked lots of questions about my wife...about what she was like, about her interest in dancing...about her body...After a short while, the man took a small box and showed me that it was full of small silver coins. He took one and gave it to me...

"Very rare" he grunted with an evil looking grin on his face..."For you sexy wife's lovely little navel"

I thanked him rather gingerly for the coin at which he laughed and informed me that it was a very rare and expensive coin and that I could only have it if I brought my wife to the shop in person so that she could see his wares for herself.

When I got home I went about my usual business, but I couldn't stop thinking about the small, dark shop...about the Pakistani owner...and about my wife trying on his wares in the dimly lit light of the room. That night we made love like we usually do. I wore a condom as my wife didn't like taking the pill and we weren't ready for any more children right then. Strangely enough, my thoughts kept turning to the old man in the shop and the way in which he leered and grinned as we talked about my wife...

The next morning, I told my wife Anita about the shop and suggested that we went to have a look around. She was a little surprised at first and said quite firmly that the old man would have to behave himself or she would leave at once. So it was that the very next weekend, my wife and I opened the door and entered the dark, shabby little shop to the delight of the fat old man...

There sat the same ugly old man at the same grubby little desk, yet this time his eyes lit up when he saw that my wife was with me.

My wife Anita was wearing a short green pullover and a long, loose-fitting gypsy skirt, leaving a large expanse of her shapely abdomen exposed and her deep dark navel bare...

The old man stood up and came around to welcome us. He shook my hand without taking his eyes off my wife's bare midriff for one second. Then he greeted Anita, putting his arm around my wife, his grubby fingers pressing and feeling the soft brown flesh of my wife's exposed waist.

"What can I do fo this pretty lady?" asked the man.

My wife explained that she was a student of oriental dance and that she wished to look around his shop to see if he had anything that may interest her. The man asked if there was anything specific that she was after...

"I want a dance costume" replied my wife.

"What kind of dance?" questioned the man.

"Oriental dance of course..." answered my wife, at which the man grinned.

"What kind of dance?" he pressed.

"Abdominal dance..." said my wife, turning a little red at the man's insistence.

He just stood there grinning and leering at my wife's exposed stomach and navel.

"Belly dance..." said Anita shyly to the delight of the dirty old man.

"Ohhhhhhhhh, of course" said the man, "...belly, belly, belly!" he laughed.

He took her by the waist and showed her to a changing room and where he pushed her inside, handing her a cheap looking costume to start with. He didn't even look at me while we waited for my wife to get changed. In fact, the man just seemed to vanish into a store-room behind the changing room for a couple of minutes...He returned looking quite excited and called to my wife to come out so that we could see how she looked in the dance costume. When she came out, he looked at her very seriously.

She had the oriental dancing costume on - she looked beautiful...her large, heavy breasts pushed up and thrust out and the belt on the bottom of the costume two inches below her navel.
"No...no...no!" grumbled the man suddenly, "This will not do at all...not at all..."

He walked over to us, roughly pushing me aside, and proceeded to push the bottom part of Anita's costume much, much lower....so low that the whole of her smooth brown belly was bared to our eyes...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 gruffly, adjusting her belt and managing to get his hands all over Anita's soft brown belly in the performance of this duty....the belly in which Anita and I had made our children and that was, until that moment, untouched by any other man since the day of our wedding.

"Go on girl...." he grunted, "roll your nice little belly for me...show me how well you can dance!"

With that, my shy wife Anita looked over at me, but I just nodded my head. I had a lump in my throat and felt quite hot and concerned about what was happening in this man's small dark shop. My wife began to undulate her fine brown abdomen right there in the dimly lit shop, clashing the small cymbals on her fingers together in time to her abdominal undulations as if to some eastern rhythm . She shook her breasts and danced the way her instructor had taught her.

"Very good! Very good...you have learned well my girl!" he said to my wife, slapping her playfully and lecherously two or three times upon her bare abdomen almost as if I were not there in the room....

"You dance well but you are not truly relaxed. Lay on your back across my desk and put your hands behind you head and let me massage your belly for you!" the old man demanded.

My wife looked at me again as if seeking assistance but I was so taken with what was happening that all I could do was nod my head again and tell her to do as the man said..."Do as the gentlemen says darling...let him feel your belly..." I groaned.

Anita followed the man's instructions and stood there with her breasts thrust out...soft belly curving in, then out, then in again beneath them. She walked over to the table and lay down on her back as he had told her...her head resting on her hands...her body stretched out...her belly bare and sunken, rising and falling with each breath like a creamy sea of stomach flesh indented with the deep dark island of her navel. The old man began kneading and rubbing my wife's warm brown belly right in front of my eyes!

"Hmmmmmmmmm! What a nice soft belly you have my girl...and oooooohhhhh such a deep navel too!" he groaned, his grubby fat fingers playing with Anita's deep, dark, belly-button hole.

The man kept on rubbing and kneading the different sections of my wife's bare belly...I both saw and heard how he groaned under his breath. He even noticed a couple of stray hairs peeking out of the by now very low waistband of the costume and he 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 told her to stand. She did so. The old man then stared at her large breasts.

"Nice titties you have my girl...like big soft melons!" said the rude old man, "and fine fat nipples too, I'll be bound! 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.

"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 titties!"

My wife started to object to the man's growing sexual dominance and turned to me for support. "Do I have to show him by breasts now darling?" she cried out..."Can't you do something?"

"Go on..." I said, hardly able to speak, "do as the man says now..."

I was as if in a trance. The man's dirty, dominant nature seemed to fill the whole room. It was as if I was powerless to resist, incapable of changing what was to happen...

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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 but for her hands which she held cupping her soft melons...bare bellied in front of this horrible fat man...

"Ohhhhhhhhhh!" he grunted, his hand seeming to rub a huge bulge in the front of his long white shirt. That couldn't be his penis, I thought, it reached up almost half way to his chest...

"Drop your hands girl!" he snapped to which she obeyed...quite to my surprise

My wife stood there, 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, with surrounding brown saucers that are four inches across.

"Shake your titties for me so I can see what type of bra you will need!" he said.

Staring right into my eyes, my wife began to shake her shoulders, making her soft brown breasts wobble and bounce about like a pair of round jelly melons. I noticed a dark wet spot on his long white shirt, way up above his paunch...right about at the point where the huge bulge ended.

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 melons as if they were some tropical fruit and he was testing the ripeness.

"What nice melons you have my girl!" he said, "I bet they make a lot of milk for your children don't they...fine sucking nipples"

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 Anita's face. The man seemed to be undulating his big fat arse, as if his was dry fucking my wife...she was groaning and trying to push him away...he was grunting and moaning in pleasure.

After a few seconds, he stopped and turned around and what I saw amazed me to this very day. In front of his fat, hairy stomach was a long fat cock that looked more at home on a horse! It was fat and ugly and dribbling pre-seed in a long thick rope-like trail, dangling from the end. I looked at my wife and saw the same slimy clear wetness all over her sexy belly.

"I'm so sorry darling..." she said, "I couldn't stop him...he was..."

"What was he doing darling?" I asked.

"He was...fucking my belly! He was rubbing and thrusting his big fat cock against my soft bare belly darling!"

I could tell by her voice that Anita was excited and very very turned on by this point. I know what my wife is like and I know that when she gets like this, she must be mounted and mated or she gets very upset!
My own smaller penis was rock hard in my pants by now as the man grew more dominant.

"Bend over my girl! he ordered "I am going to fuck you! I will plough your fertile field and make a baby in your nice soft married belly!

To my amazement, Anita dropped the costume to the floor and stood there naked. She looked so erotic standing there naked before this ugly man. I have never loved her so much as I did at just that moment...knowing inside that she was about to take the seed of this horrible stranger. Anita looked at me...smiled...mouthed the words "I love you" and then went over to a table, her breasts and arse jiggling and her belly quivering, sucked in for the man.

"My my...what a nice hairy bush you have my girl!" he exclaimed.

She leaned over on the table and he went over to her.

The old man looked at me, took a bottle of oil and opened it. He poured some into the palm of his hand and then commenced to rub and massage all over my wife's naked body....breasts...belly...bottom...and 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.

His big fat cock was justl over a foot in length and as thick as a beer can and he was having trouble getting it into my wife's hairy slit.

"Come here and help me, you bloody impotent cuckold!" he taunted.

I walked over and took his cock in my hand...I could feel its blood-filled heat...I opened the lips of my wife's lovely little pussy and pushed about four inches of the monster cock into her...
"Oooooooooohhhhhhhhhh!" she groaned, "It's too big!"

The old man put his hands under her, rubbing and kneading the soft flesh of her belly, and suddenly thrust about four or five inches more into her!

"OOOOOOOOOOOOohhhhhhhhhhhhhh....no...no...plea se 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 almost another six inches yet remaining outside!
Three times, the man did the same thing, lifting Anita 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 animal...and he began to fuck her in ernest like the beast 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 scrotum...huge and heavy and swollen with his Pakistani seed.

"Ohhhhhhhhhh...floppy titties...nice soft belly...hairy little cunt!" he moaned as he fucked Anita. She was moaning and crying out in pleasure too.

I took out my hard penis 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 wifes hanging breasts like bread dough as he fucked her. Suddenly, he started to feel his ejacluation 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 shoot inside her...please..." I pleaded, but he just laughed.

"Then I will stop the fucking of your wife right now if I am not to pour my seed into her belly and bless the two of you with my offspring!"

It was Anita herself who answered...

"No...please don't stop...Cum inside me if that's what you want...please cum in my belly...give me you seed...make a baby in my womb for me!"

I couldn't believe what I was hearing. Anita was so taken by this man's erotic dominance, so lost in the fever of fucking that she was begging for him to mate with her and give her a baby!

"Yes!" grunted the man, "it is as it should be...I will fuck you and fill your belly with my blessed seed!"

The man held my wife my the waist and grunted in ecstasy again and again as he poured his into her fertile womb...there was so much thick slimy semen being pumped into her that it squirted out a few times, landing in thick white puddles on the dirty floor of his shop.

I was masturbating by this time and my own semen spurted out onto the floor of his dirty shop...a pathetic few drops compared to his deluge

The old man stopped thrusting and pulled back, his long fat slippery cock flopping softly down as it left my wife's hairy slit with an audible "plop", a long string of sperm hanging from the huge hole in the fat head of his massive cock. My wife whimpered and groaned..."Oh no...oh no..."

Sperm was running out of my wife, and the old man told her to lay down and raise her knees so as not to lose any of his blessing.

The man put his monster cock away and took me to the cash register, where he took an inflated price for the belly dancing costume...considering that he had just had the pleasure of fucking my wife!

My wife stood up and pulled her skirt on, still leaving her belly and breasts bare. Just then a woman and a teenage boy entered the shop. It was the old man's wife with one of his sons. The man said something to her that I didn't understand and she went into the back room leaving the young boy in the shop with us...his eyes wide as he stared at my wife's bare breasts and exposed stomach and navel. She proceeded to get dressed...her nipples still erect, clearly visible through the short jumper.

That was it! She thanked the man who said that his name was Iqbal and we started to leave the shop.

"Wait just a minute!" he shouted, "you forgot..."

The man ran up to us and 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 second at Anita's exposed 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 centre of her firm brown belly!

Anita was tired when we got home so she went straight to bed, but I heard groaning coming from our bedroom. I went to her and we made love. We made love many times over the next few days, though she couldn't seem to adjust back to my smaller size for quite a while...she would shyly ask me the same question "Is is in darling?"

Nine months late, I watched as my wife gave birth to little baby boy...a son. The baby was much darker than our two sons. The nurses smiled when they saw the baby's skin colour. He was a fine young man, they said, and even at birth, the nurse said that he was a lucky boy to have such an abnormally large penis!