Two years ago, Solomon Tilahun, a newcomer to the City of Detroit, Michigan, by way of Adama, Ethiopia, had a life-changing encounter. Solomon moved to the City of Detroit to study civil engineering at the University of Detroit Mercy. For the ambitious young Ethiopian man, it was the adventure of a lifetime. The United States of America and its wonders beckoned. Solomon fell in love with his new university campus. One of Solomon's professors, Omar Al-Jibril, was a brilliant, forty-something man who definitely made an impression on him. The two of them became friends and later, much more.
Professor Omar Al-Jibril, proud Arab American and lifelong academic, was a complicated man, to say the least. Publicly, he was a devoted husband, successful academic and a scion of the Arab American community of Dearborn, Michigan. A lot of important people in Detroit academic and political circles considered Omar one of their own. Privately, Omar was a man of intense passions. The sort of passions which would shock his friends and family, especially his young wife Ruqaiyah Ali, formerly of Cairo, Egypt.
For two years, Omar and Solomon carried on a secret, passionate affair. The fact that Omar had a lovely younger wife didn't deter Solomon from pursuing him. Solomon has always been the type to go after what he wants. Women and men alike were drawn to the tall, handsome and athletic young African student. Omar couldn't resist Solomon's charms, and the brother wouldn't have it any other way. The irresistible bisexual seducer always gets his way.
Omar and Solomon carried on with their tryst. The two men's torrid affair came to an end when Omar died of an unexpected heart attack. Ruqaiyah, Omar's widow, was inconsolable. After the funeral, which Solomon attended, Ruqaiyah confronted him with evidence of the affair he carried on with her late husband. Much to Ruqaiyah's surprise, Solomon confessed his feelings of grief and loss after Omar's death. All the anger that Ruqaiyah felt toward the young man her late husband once deceived her with melted away. The two of them embraced, mourning the loss of their beloved.
"Life is certainly strange sometimes," Ruqaiyah Al-Jibril said, mostly to herself. Lying next to her on the king-sized bed, Solomon Tilahun smiled gently. Ruqaiyah looked at the tall, dark-skinned young Ethiopian man and shook her head, marveling at him. Exactly what does a woman say after making love to the male lover of her recently deceased, closeted husband? The words strange bedfellow don't even begin to describe Ruqaiyah and Solomon's situation, that's for damn sure.
"How do you feel?" Solomon asked gently, his deep voice rumbling slightly. Ruqaiyah shrugged, and licked her full lips. Tentatively, she reached for him, and just like that, they went another round. This time, Ruqaiyah rolled on top of Solomon, easily straddling him. Solomon grinned, pleasantly surprised by Ruqaiyah's boldness. The curvy, dark-haired and bronze-skinned Arabian gal is full of surprises.
"Fuck me," Ruqaiyah hissed as she took Solomon's face in his hands. Solomon nodded, then tried to kiss her. Ruqaiyah turned her head, and instead of kissing Solomon, she reached for his long and thick member. Solomon grinned as Ruqaiyah stroked his member before inserting it into her womanhood. Solomon bucked his hips, thrusting his dick into Ruqaiyah's pussy. Just like that, the fun began again.
