MY WIFE'S HONEYMOON IMPREGNATION
Story contains a cheating wife, Interracial sex, Voyeurism, Impregnation, Cuckolded husband so if this isn't your thing don't continue reading.
My newly married wife Amelia is impregnated by an Arabian shopkeeper right in front of me as I stood outside watching her being fucked senseless, stunned into silence as I witness her being converted from wife to slut by this old stud of a man. Once finished we had no idea my Wife Amelia was impregnated by this stud, but she was and his child is now our son!
We had just gotten married after a year and a half as girlfriend and boyfriend, and as a surprise I had booked a holiday in Turkey at the five star luxury hotel near to Belek. For the first few days it was lots of sunbathing, lots of sex, food and drink. After which we decided to venture out and explore Belek itself. This was to lead to an incident that changed our lives forever. This is our story.
Let me first tell you about us, my wife Amelia is about 5ft 8in and a very curvy woman but not fat, she has big tits, and has a nice firm pair of hips. I myself am 25years old, 5ft 9in, some would say scrawny but to myself I'm just thin, I do however like to keep myself fairly fit, and until this occurrence my Amelia had never complained about the sex, or the size of my manhood, that however changed after this situation!
We had lain around sunbathing the first few days and then decided to take a meander into town. Nothing special just wanted to look at the town, it's buildings and history, maybe find a museum or old historic building. Whilst we were wandering around Amelia started too look at the fine dresses and the various items on display in some of the local shops. As we passed one such place called 'Amir's palace' Amelia stopped and pointed out a beautifully designed garment and decided to go in and look at it directly. I decided to stay outside and spotted a cafe across the street, so told her I would go have a drink while she shopped around.
As I sat at the cafe tables set up outside, I could smell all the local spices, food smells spilling out around me and I sat back and drank it all in. 'what a lovely day to sit and rest' I thought. Soon I was sipping a Turkish tea and enjoying the world pass by me. After about twenty to thirty minutes I began to wonder where my wife had gotten too, so paid the bill and walked back across the street. The door was locked and the sign said 'Kapali' and closed written under it in English. I stood looking at the building and wondered where the hell had Amelia gone. Then I spotted an alleyway about four doors down. So I walked down the alleyway which wound around the rear of the property.
I spotted a door at the end of the alleyway that led onto a sort of road between the buildings rear. The door which had Arabic writing and in English underneath scrawled in paint 'Amir's palace deliveries' on it. So I approached and was just about to knock when I heard giggling and two voices, my wife and what was obviously the store keeper. Why I didn't knock I will never know, but I didn't instead I peered in through a dirty broken window set into the wall near the door.
I saw an old Arab man, probably in his late fifties, he had a white and grey beard, wearing his robe and a colourfully decorated cap. He was standing with his arm around my wife's waist and talking quietly to her, although the window being broken, and holed in places, as well as holes in the rear door, I could hear what was being said without to much difficulty.
"you are a beautiful lady and deserve only the best that I a poor shopkeeper can offer"
I quickly hid as they turned towards me as his hand slid down onto her butt cheek and stoked it gently, I could see my wife's face redden and thought she would put a stop to his teasing very quickly. I was stunned into silence when she seemed to ignore his touch and just said;
"Perhaps I could try the dress on, is there somewhere I can change into it?"
"certainly lovely lady, you can change in here"
He pointed to a room and opened the door holding it open for her to enter. As Amelia entered I could see it was just a room with a chair and a couple of hooks with a mirror on the rear wall. He closed the door, smirked and crept around the rear of the room and stood. I heard him say;
"Just give me a shout when you are ready lovely lady, I let you try other items on if you wish"
I wondered at the time why he went behind the room wall, but as my wife closed the door he pulled a curtain back and there was obviously some way he could see inside, as he leant forward and I could see a small round light mark appear on his coloured skin next to his eye. The dirty old sod was watching my wife undress as I stood bye and watched!
A few moments later Amelia shouted she was ready, and he quickly ran round to the door and opened it for her, a big smirk on his face before he opened the door. I must admit my wife looked stunning in what was obviously some sort of traditional dress, all differing colours and patterns. Her large tits were pressed together and filled the dress out beautifully. I was getting hard just looking at her from outside so god knows what the old man was feeling. I was about to find out!
"Oh yesss!.. it suit the lovely lady very much!"
"the lovely lady can turn please, turn round let me see it all"
My wife pirouetted in front of him as if it was most natural thing to do. She laughed as she did, and she turned so quickly she almost fell. The old man caught her as I let out a small gasp, as I thought she would hit the ground and hurt herself. But he caught her in his arms and as I watched he leant in and kissed my wife fully on the lips. Instead of pushing him away my wife, my newly married wife kissed him right back I was gobsmacked we were on our bloody honeymoon and here she was behaving like a wanton cheap slut! Kissing a man old enough to be her father!
The two of them briefly broke the kiss and I saw my wife's face was all red again, but she was biting her lip and it was then I noticed she had a grip on the front of his robe and was now licking her lips! What the fuck was she thinking of doing next I thought.
"You are lovely lady, you need to feel wanted, loved, desired, sexually fulfilled lovely lady"
he purred as they kissed again, the whole time my wife's hand had hold of whatever it was she had a grip of under his robe!
"Oh Arim its sooo big!"
My wife groaned as I watched her hand stroke what was obviously this old man's cock below his robe. I swallowed hard as I realised my wife was obviously thinking the same as I was at this point. This old Arab Amir was about to fuck my wife, only neither of us were able to realise exactly how hard and what would happen because of this betrayal of her vows!
