The old adage goes that the lady of the house always discovers everything that goes on in said house, sooner or later. I guess I should have remembered that. My name is Ahmed Suleiman and I'm a man of Somali descent living in the City of Ottawa, Ontario. I'm twenty eight years old, and recently completed my MBA at the Sprott School of Business at Carleton University. The life of a Somali immigrant in Canada is seldom easy, but with education and hard work, one can work wonders.
Three years ago I got married, mostly out of parental pressure. In the Muslim community, we marry early, and few of us can escape these traditions. My parents, Kader and Simane Suleiman basically told me that if I didn't marry soon, the rest of our family would shun my ass. The last thing I wanted was to further alienate myself from my family, or the rest of the Somali community. What do I mean by that? Well, ahem, this isn't easy for me to say so I'm just going to say it.
What could possibly be so hard to say? I am bisexual. I've known it ever since I can remember. I feel attracted to both women and men sexually. My family knows this. When I was in high school, my mom caught me making out with Ali, a young Arab guy who lived next door. In the Muslim community, it's not okay to be gay, lesbian or bisexual. If people find out about you, depending on what country you're in, it could mean your death warrant. My mom never told my dad about me, I guess that's why I am still alive. Yet she always looked at me funny from that day forward.
In high school I dated girls, and I did have sex with a few young women, mostly white, while doing my undergrad in psychology at Carleton University. Once I graduated, my folks began pressuring me to get married. I was dating a white chick named Amber Connelly at the time, and since she was both white and a Christian, my folks definitely didn't approve. Amber and I split, and a few weeks later, my parents introduced me to Laila Abdullah, the woman I was destined to marry. People think that in Islam, women are virtual prisoners and men hold all the power. The truth is that both sexes are trapped by our cultural and religious traditions, and there's not much either can do about it.
I must say, when I first laid eyes on the young woman my family had in mind for me, I was stunned. Laila Abdullah was born in the City of Montreal, Quebec, to a Somali father and a French Canadian mother. The gal was almost six feet tall, curvy and light-skinned, with long black hair, caramel-hued skin and lime-green eyes. Due to her biracial heritage, Laila looked more Arab or Persian than black, even though her father was African. I found her lovely, and a tad bit intimidating. Laila was working for the Canadian Revenue Agency, and she had a business degree from McGill University, the top school in Canada. What did she want with little old me?
I'm six-foot-three, a bit chubby, dark-skinned and curly-haired. People say I look like Sean Kingston, only taller and darker. I've never been very athletic, and I am proud to say that I am a lifelong nerd. I love my comic books and video games. Although I was raised Muslim, I've never been what you'd consider very religious. When I was younger, I used to pray to Allah to banish my same-sex urges. Canada is a fairly liberal country, where same-sex marriage is legal, but Muslims like myself really live in another world. The rules of our faith and countries of origin dominate our lives.
I publicly dated several white girls while attending Carleton University, but I also had some fun with the fellas on the side. One such fella is Matthew Mendel, a young man I met during my third year of undergrad. Matthew is tall and stocky, bronze-skinned and dark-haired. His father Joseph Mendel is a Jewish guy of German descent and his mother Anna Martinez is half black and half white, originally from the Dominican Republic. When I first met Matthew I thought he was Moroccan or Persian since that's how he looks, but he's just multiethnic. Like me, he had a secular outlook on the world, and he was also a closet bisexual.
Matthew and I have hooked up many times, and we've maintained a sex-fueled, intense friendship over the years. When I told Matt I was getting married he was surprised. Even though Matt had a girlfriend of his own ( he'd been dating a Chinese chick named Wendy Chong for ages ) he was quite possessive of me. I told him that I had no choice, and he left in a huff. Dude actually defriended me on Facebook, stopped following me on Twitter and changed his cell phone number. Ouch. Bisexual male jealousy, ladies and gentlemen. It's not a pretty thing.
Laila and I got hitched, in a lovely ceremony at a mosque in Ottawa's east end. The first year of our marriage was fun. Something wonderful happens to a man when he gets married. People look at you in a different way, women especially. Now I know why so many ( straight ) married men cheat on their wives with other women. Once a guy gets a wedding ring, he becomes irresistible to women. With Laila on my arm, I found myself a changed man.
We were a couple of educated, successful and happily married Somali-Canadians. Not something you see every day. Lots of Somali men don't do so well in Canadian society for a variety of reasons. They fall into drugs, or petty crime, and as a result, lots of Somali sisters, who go to school and have decent jobs, gripe about the shortage of worthwhile Somali men. Laila's girlfriends Aisha and Fatima would fawn over me and tell her what a catch I was. A tall, good-looking, educated and successful Somali brother. I would smile politely while Laila and her girlfriends looked at me adoringly, though inside I was crumbling.
There's only so long even the most dedicated pretender can keep up a false front, and I was no exception. In the eyes of society I was a respectable man. I got myself a job working for The Pythian Group, one of Ottawa's largest corporations. It's a barely above entry-level position in their acquisition department, but it's oh so much better than nothing. Besides, seventy three thousand dollars a year after taxes is nothing to sneeze at if you're a recent university graduate drowning in debt and a minority to boot.
I was doing alright, I guess. Laila and I lived in a nice three-bedroom apartment in the By Ward Market area. We were doing good. Our sex life was fun, too. Sometimes I would wake up to find Laila sucking my dick, and I loved that. My wife was kinky and quite fun in the bedroom. I love bending her big round butt over the kitchen counter while fucking her from behind. Laila comes off as classically beautiful, soft and sweet but she's really into the tough stuff. You should hear that woman scream as I slam my dick into her cunt while spanking her big butt and pulling that long, lustrous dark hair of hers.
Yeah, my wife Laila and I have a passionate sex life. I delight in her sensuous ways and can't get enough of her sexy body. Sometimes I would come home and, without a word, simply pick up my prim and proper, hijab-wearing pious Muslim wife and put her on the kitchen table. Then I would yank her skirt, pulled down her panties and give her sweet pussy a good licking. Laila likes having her pussy licked. What I really enjoy is what Laila tastes like first thing in the morning. Without soap or water to dilute her womanly purity. I like the sweet and borderline pungent smell of unwashed pussy, it's wonderful on the tongue. Nothing like it, trust me.
As much fun as Laila and I have in and out of the bedroom, I still wanted something she didn't have. Yet I didn't want to cheat on her. What's a brother to do? I turned to porn, of course. I found some porn sites that featured what I needed, what I craved. Sites like Thug Hunter, Ghetto Gaggers and CumBang were seemingly made for me. And I couldn't get enough of them. Watching big-booty Black girls getting fucked in every hole or watching gay Black guys riding white dicks, it's all okay with me. I get hard over it all.
I found myself remembering Matt and the hot sex we once shared. The stocky Jew has one hell of a BWC ( big white cock ) and knew how to use it. Dude would put me on my back, suck my big black dick and then slam his big dick up my ass. How I missed the feel of Matt's big white cock up my black ass. I definitely missed sex with men, even though I absolutely loved Laila and the fun we have in our bed. My wife's pussy is awesome and I love eating it, fucking it and sucking it. Yet I still have my other desires. So complicated, the life of a bisexual man, eh?
It's often been said that our world is small. Imagine my surprise when one day, I ran into Matt at the Saint Laurent Mall while grabbing some Chinese food inside the food court with Laila. Talk about awkward. I introduced my wife to my old friend, actually my former boyfriend, and I did so with a straight face. I thought that would be the end of it, but it wasn't. Matt and Laila became friends, and he shared with her that he recently came out as a bisexual man to his friends and family. Oh, and he's got a son named Jaden with his ex-girlfriend Wendy Chong. How cool is that?
