A lot of people, especially men, think marriage is the end of everything. That old ball and chain, and all that jazz. What if I told you it doesn't have to be like this at all? My name is Ayaan Mubarak-Rutherford, and I'm a happily married Muslim woman living in the City of Toronto, Ontario. By day, I'm just a mid-level manager at the corporate offices of the Toronto Dominion Bank. At night, however, I am the hostess of the wildest parties you've never heard about.
I was born and raised in the City of Toronto. I graduated with a bachelor's degree in accounting from the University of Toronto. This city is part of me and always will be. Hell, my parents met and got married right here. My father Ahmed Mubarak was of Somali descent, with some Yemeni thrown in, and my mother Elisabeth Donnell was white. Interracial marriage does happen in Islam. Deal with it.
I'm five-foot-ten, a bit curvy, with golden brown skin virtually the same shade as that of Pop Star Alicia Keys, long black hair and lime-green eyes. I often get asked if I'm Latina but I always tell people that I'm of African, Caucasian and Yemeni Arabian descent. I am definitely a person of color, and would never claim to be anything else.
Go to Morocco, Yemen and Mauritania and you will see lots of people who look like me. Folks with African and Arabian blood in their veins, along with other stuff. I proudly wear the hijab, and follow the tenets of my Islamic faith, and consider myself proudly Canadian. I'm representative of the new Canada, diverse, colorful and lively. True north strong and free, as they say.
There's quite a buzz going on around the City of Toronto these days. We've always been a lively city but these days, we're practically on fire, and in a good way. For a change. I'm thrilled that the sturdy Toronto Raptors are giving his highness Lebron James and the Cleveland Cavaliers some pain. A lot of people didn't think our northern lads would get this far. Oh, well. We the North can surprise the world, can't we?
I relentlessly tease my American husband Jamal Rutherford about it. I met Jamal three years ago. I was walking by the University of Toronto engineering building when I saw a fine-looking brother with rapturous midnight skin bending over to tie his shoe laces. I've always been a sucker for a guy with a nice ass. Seriously, I hadn't seen an ass this fine on a brother since Hollywood super stud ( and personal fantasy symbol of mine ) Will Smith.
"Excuse me please, sir, could you tell me the way to the law library?" Those were my first words to Jamal. The six-foot-three, sinfully sexy, dark-skinned brother in the green silk shirt and black jeans smiled pleasantly, and looked me up and down. I guess he liked what he saw, for he actually dropped everything and volunteered to help little old me.
"Sure thing, ma'am, I'm in the Criminal Justice program myself, I'll show you the way," Jamal replied in that Ohio accent I found so sexy, and then he led me to the law library. That's how we met, and after a few more "accidental" encounters, Jamal finally asked me for my number. A lot of people think that if you're a Hijab-wearing Muslim woman, you're supposed to be soft and sweet, like a wallflower type of chick in those old-fashioned romance novels. Not me. When I see something I want, I go for it.
Jamal and I began seeing each other, and as it turns out, we have a lot in common. Jamal was born in Ohio, and moved to Toronto with his mother Gladys Rutherford and his older sister Janice a few years before we met. Even after living in Toronto for years, Jamal still has that American accent that I find so sexy. I definitely wanted this rare fish for myself.
Fast forward three years, and Jamal and I are married and have a daughter together, little Jannah. The tall, handsome brother from the City of Canton, Ohio, embraced Islam a few months after we met. No, I didn't force him. I did however showed the beauty of Islam to Jamal. We live in a nice four-bedroom apartment in suburban Mississauga.
As I said before, I work as a manager at the Toronto Dominion Corporate Towers and Jamal works as a clerk for a Jamaican-owned law firm downtown while studying law at the prestigious University of Toronto Faculty of Law. My hubby Jamal and I lead busy lives as young professionals in this city. Toronto is an expensive place, and it's also quite stressful, especially for young families. That's why it's important to have fun while we can.
With little Jannah staying at her grandmother Gladys's place, Jamal and I had the house to ourselves. With a long weekend ahead of us, we decided to have some fun. We invited our close friends Zekri Mohamud and his wife Sagal Yusuf over. We met them at the Islamic Family Association a few months ago. Like us, they're devout Muslims who also happen to be avid swingers, and we get along just fine. They're discrete and quite safety conscious, a combo which is a must for us.
Zekri stands five-foot-nine, stocky and handsome, with dark brown skin and curly black hair. Kind of reminds me of Hollywood actor and rapper Ice Cube, only a bit lighter. Born in the City of Alexandria, Egypt, to an Egyptian Arab father and a Nubian mother originally from Sudan, this brother studied Computer Science at Ryerson University and works for the company Tech Vibes.
As for Zekri's wife Sagal Yusuf, she's Somali, standing five-foot-seven, chubby, and deliciously big-bottomed. I'm a big-booty woman and I love a big ass on other women. I've experimented with quite a few African women and a few Latinas during my university days, let me tell you. Sagal works as a nurse at Mount Sinai Hospital. They make for a delicious couple, let me tell you.
"Let's get the party started," I said, and I took the lead by undressing in our living room before my husband Jamal and our guests. Smiling, I unbuttoned my dark gray vest, and took off my white blouse, followed by my dark gray Capri pants. Clad in my bra, panties and Hijab, I looked smoking hot. Everyone clapped as I turned around, exposing my thick and round, golden brown and heart-shaped ass, which looked awesome in the red thong I had on. I've definitely got some African DNA in me, seriously.
"The wicked and fun things I've done to that booty," Jamal said, laughing, and Zekri nodded, and smiled, then unzipped his pants, freeing his long and thick cock. I looked at Zekri's dick hungrily, but felt Sagal's gaze on me. The curvy, quiet and usually soft-spoken Somali gal is supremely intense in the bedroom, and I absolutely love that about her.
"Come to me," Sagal said, and I smiled and walked up to her, deliberately sashaying my way to the Somali cutie. Grinning, Sagal gestured for me to sit on her lap and when I did, she threw her arms around me and kissed me full and deep. Just like that, Sagal and I began undressing each other while our husbands watched, hollering encouragement at us.
"Damn I missed you," I cooed softly as I lay on the couch, stark naked, while Sagal went to work on me. Stripped down to her birthday suit, her chocolate skin glistening in the late afternoon sunlight, the Somali gal was a vision of feminine beauty. One I simply couldn't get enough of, truth be told.
