What's up? I'm Malik Sharif, a tall, athletically built young black man of Somali descent living in the City of Calgary, Alberta. I'm a recent graduate of the University of Alberta, with a Master's degree in business administration. I presently work for Hydro Alberta, and I make decent money. I recently married a young Ethiopian-born Canadian Muslim woman named Khadija Bogale. She's the love of my life. Five-foot-ten, curvy and sexy, with light brown skin, curly black hair and hazel eyes. We met at the University of Alberta campus in Calgary and fell in love. Now we're hitched and we live in the west end of metropolitan Calgary. My darling wife Khadija works as a nurse at the local hospital and I think we do alright for ourselves. Just a couple of educated black Muslim professionals living in western Canada. Life seems perfect but underneath it all, things definitely weren't.
Guys, I got no other way to tell you so I'm just going to be out with it. I'm bisexual and for most of my life it's been a secret. Why did I keep my bisexuality a secret? Simply because I am a Muslim man and where I come from, if people find out that you are gay, lesbian or bisexual, you're deader than Elvis. I mean it. If you're queer and Muslim, you're dead. Growing up, I felt attracted to Hollywood beauties like Grace Jones, Debra Winger and Sharon Stone but I also felt a sexual thrill whenever I saw Wesley Snipes or Sylvester Stallone walking around shirtless on screen. I kept my bisexuality to myself for most of my life, never going beyond masturbating to gay and transsexual porn online. It was my little secret. Until my wife caught me masturbating to a porn video featuring a white tranny banging a black dude. That's when everything changed. I always thought my conservative Muslim wife would be mad but she wasn't. In fact, she's okay with my being bi and wants us to experiment. Am I lucky or what?
It was Khadija's idea for us to find some gay or bisexual guys to play with. I was hesitant about the whole thing. I worried about sexually transmitted diseases and of course gossip. Whoever we played with had to be properly vetted as a safe, discrete person. Khadija introduced me to Clarence Denton, a young white guy from her job. Clarence is around five-foot-eight, slim and fit, with light brown hair and green eyes. He's bisexual and recently divorced his wife of two years, a young Nigerian woman named Beatrice Adewale. It sucks that he's divorced but since he's horny and okay with experimenting with couples, that's fine by us. Khadija and I invited Clarence over for some fun. We got busy in the living room and made some of my most forbidden fantasies come true, ladies and gentlemen. Whoever thought all Muslims were repressed and reserved definitely hasn't met my wife Khadija or myself, that's for damn sure.
The three of us sat down and talked about everything and once we got all the questions and stuff out of the way, the fun began. Khadija sat on the couch, wearing a bra and panties while Clarence and I undressed. I admired Clarence's body. Dude wasn't bad-looking. I'm six-foot-one and strongly built. He looked scrawny compared to me but made up for it by having a nice big dick. Clarence and I smiled at Khadija while stroking each other's cocks. We kissed, then playfully wrestled while Khadija watched us, giggling and fingering her wet pussy. Clarence sucked my dick and I ran my hands through his hair, winking at my wife. Khadija blew me a kiss and encouraged us to continue. Horny as we were, we would have probably continued even without her blessing but hey, it's always a good idea to get on the lady of the house's good side.
