Sri Lankan Milf Going Black

"Divorce is considered haram in the Islamic world, and after splitting from my former husband, my own family turned against me and shunned me," Nazriya Jalakam said, sighing. The short, curvy and brown-skinned Sri Lankan Muslim woman looked at the seven men and eight women of the Divorce Recovery Support Group meeting in the basement of Saint Bernardine Church in the City of Ottawa, Ontario. Some smiled, others nodded, and a few stared blankly. At that moment, standing at the makeshift podium, Nazriya felt like the loneliest soul in the world...

The men and women gathered in the basement of Saint Bernadine Church were black, white, brown and every shade in between, reflecting the diversity of metropolitan Ottawa. The median age seemed to be forty, and at thirty four, Nazriya was one of the youngest people in the room. Still, they were brought together by the shared pain and anguish of divorce, that life-rupturing event which can destabilize even the strongest of human beings. Nazriya hoped to see sympathy in the others faces, but merely saw curiosity...

Nazriya had grown used to being stared at whenever she spoke out loud, folks in Canada never quite got used to her Sri Lankan accent. Nazriya remembered how her future boss, Melanie Smith, the recruiter from the Canada Revenue Agency had looked at her in the interview room. Nazriya's accent was hard on most Canadians ears, in spite of her best efforts. Still, she got the job due to her qualifications and hard work. Thank heaven for small favors, Nazriya thought, shuddering at the memory.

Not a day goes by without Nazriya getting asked about her ethnic and national origins, often by the whitest person in the vicinity. It seems to be a mandatory thing in Canadian society, a rite of passage for all non-whites. Fortunately, Nazriya's upbringing in Sri Lanka made her resilient. Often mistaken for Indian, the people of Sri Lanka were a unique ethnical and social group, and fought both local and foreign powers for the right to identify as such. Tonight, as Nazriya decided to finally share her story after months of silently observing the group's interactions, she drew from every ounce of courage she had left.

"Separation is never easy, madam, we understand that this is sensitive territory, please continue," said Lucien Guillaume, the group facilitator. Nazriya's eyes met those of Lucien and she nodded, took a deep breath and continued. Out of all the people in the room, Lucien seemed to be the only one who understood Nazriya's pain. The Haitian-born, somewhat taciturn man had a certain warmth and decency about himself which Nazirya found simply soothing...

"I met my former husband Rahim Rajesh in the City of Batticaloa, Eastern Sri Lanka, and we got married a few months after, and for a time, things were alright, but moving to Canada doomed our relationship," Nazriya continued. She paused and looked at the meeting attendees, and wondered how many of them understood anything about the social and cultural norms between men and women in Islamic communities.

In the nation of Sri Lanka, Islam is a minority religion, followed by around two million of the country's twenty one million citizens. Buddhism dominates all other religions in Sri Lanka, followed immediately by Hinduism and then Islam. The Sri Lankan Muslim community is staunchly conservative and fiercely protective of their women, and Islam itself forbids interfaith marriages between Muslim women and non-Muslim men. For Nazriya and Rahim, this wasn't an issue, until they moved to the Capital of Canada...

"Rahim and I had to go back to school because the Canadian government didn't acknowledge our university degrees from Sri Lanka, I took up accounting at Algonquin College and got my diploma, Rahim couldn't adapt and flunked out of Carleton University and settled for a job as a cab driver, he resented me, and we fought constantly," Nazriya continued, biting her lips. Everyone present in the room seemed captivated by the diminutive woman with the loud, resonant voice, and with good reason...

"This happens to a lot of immigrants, Nazriya, please continue," Lucien chimed in, flashing her that kindly smile of his. Nazriya nodded at Lucien, this tall, dark-skinned, bald-headed man who was built like a retired NBA player and had a voice that Hollywood actor Samuel L. Jackson would envy yet seemed like such a gentle soul. Nazriya took a deep breath, summoning up the courage to share her tale of woe and triumph with these not-quite strangers in the church basement.

"In Sri Lankan households, especially among Muslims, the man is the head, and when Rahim saw that I was making more money than him, he felt disempowered and began to assert his authority over me by hitting me," Nazriya said, shaking her head. That last bit seemed to wake up the room, and the men and women seated in a semi-circle leaned forward, seemingly intrigued by Nazriya's most recent admission. It's almost as if I'm their entertainment, Nazriya thought bitterly, gauging her audience before continuing.

Nazriya stood there, looking at the audience even as thoughts of her old life with Rahim flooded her consciousness. Nazriya remembered staying at a women's shelter located near the Rideau Shopping Center after running away from home, fleeing her abusive relationship with Rahim. I can't do this, Nazriya thought as she felt the tears stream down her cheeks. She looked up to see Lucien rising from his seat, and the big man closed the gap between them in a heartbeat.

"Thank you for sharing, Nazriya, you're a brave woman, thank you," Lucien said in his deep baritone voice, and he gently led her away from the makeshift podium. Normally, Nazriya didn't like being touched, especially by men. She'd been that way ever since Rahim had started beating her, and even after the divorce was finalized and he'd been sent to jail, Nazriya was still twitchy that way. Lucien's gentle but firm arm around Nazriya's shoulders wasn't intrusive or unwelcome, though. In fact, Nazriya found Lucien's touch soothing...

"No, Lucien, thank you," Nazriya said, laying her hand on his arm before resuming her seat. Lucien looked into Nazriya's eyes, smiled and nodded. He returned to the podium, and addressed the small audience. Another person decided to speak, this one a tall, middle-aged white man named Walter somebody. Walter's wife Beatrice divorced him after catching him in bed with Paul, the repairman she'd hired to fix their pool.

"With Beatrice and Paul gone, I'm enjoying the single life, with the ladies and the fellas," Walter said enthusiastically. The other audience members listened in as Walter raved about his adventures in Ottawa's lackluster bar scene. Nazriya didn't listen, in part because she found Walter boring regardless of what gender he choose to bring to his bed. Nope, Nazriya only had eyes for Lucien, who was checking his cellphone at the moment.

Nazriya knew a lot about Lucien, a lot more than she was prepared to admit. For example, she knew that Lucien works for Shared Services Canada, and studied Computer Science at Ryerson University. Lucien was once married to a white woman named Michelle Wray and they had two sons together, Adam and Scott, who were currently studying at Humber College in the City of Toronto, Ontario. Lucien and his ex-wife Michelle Wray have been divorced for over a decade. The man is currently single, and spends a lot of time volunteering for humanitarian causes. Saint Bernadine is actually the church which Lucien attends...

I'm not a stalker, Nazriya thought to herself, even as she checked Lucien's social media profiles on her iPhone. Lucien's Facebook and Twitter were full of photos of himself with family and friends, though there was no special lady in his life. I can help you with that, Nazriya smiled, as Lucien called the meeting to a close after half-dragging Walter the living annoyance from the podium. As was his custom, Lucien closed the meeting with a prayer.

"Maker of the All Things, we thank you for allowing us to gather, in fellowship and healing, bless our path, Amen," Lucien said, and he looked at the audience, smiled and bowed his head. After the meeting, Lucien grabbed the chairs and began to stack them. He always did this duty alone, just like he always brought snacks and drinks, mostly Pepsis and Cokes, for the meeting attendees. What a mighty good man, Nazriya thought, smiling.

"Lucien, let me help you with that," Nazriya said as she grabbed a chair and stacked it on top of a pile Lucien was working on. Lucien paused, and smiled at Nazriya, who grinned and began helping him with the chairs. Lucien was quite thankful for Nazriya's help, and afterwards, she suggested that he buy her coffee as a thank-you, and the brother happily accepted. They went to the Tim Horton's located near Baseline Road, and that's how it all began...

"You are a breath of fresh air, my dear," Lucien told Nazriya, as they sat at a quiet corner of the Tim Horton's sandwiched between Baseline Road and College Square, which houses Algonquin College. They'd been seating there for hours, talking about anything and everything. Two lonely souls drawn to each other, that's all we are, Nazriya thought, astonished at how comfortable and happy she felt in Lucien's presence. The man was indeed something else...

'You, my dear Lucien, are divine," Nazriya told him as he gentlemanly held the door for her as they got ready to exit the Tim Horton's. What happened next surprised both Nazriya and Lucien. One minute he was holding the door for her, and the next, she grabbed his face and pressed her lips against his. Lucien looked at Nazriya and smiled when they both came up for air, and she winked at him. Lucien pulled Nazriya close and gave her a proper kiss, and that's when the magic happened. Hand in hand, Lucien and Nazriya went for a walk around suburban Nepean, just two people enjoying each other's company...

Old adages about the dating game stipulate that a woman should wait a number of dates before getting into bed with a man. After wasting a decade of her life in a marriage with a man who was definitely wrong for her, Nazriya isn't too fond of tradition and antique regulations. The newly empowered divorcee does as she pleases, hence why Nazriya went home with her new friend Lucien after the meeting and the impromptu coffee date that followed...

"This is crazy," Lucien said as he and Nazriya tumbled into bed together, rushing to his townhouse's master bedroom after climbing out of the Uber they took from Nepean to the Saint Laurent area. Nazriya grinned, and kissed Lucien, who caressed her, feeling up that curvy body of hers. Nazriya slipped out of her green and gold Shalwar Kameez outfit, revealing a body that, heretofore, only her ex-husband Rahim had seen...

"I am yours," Nazriya said, smiling coyly at Lucien while holding his gaze. Lucien grinned, admiring the beautiful, curvaceous, brown-skinned cutie with the big round breasts, fully belly, thick thighs and big round bum who'd captured his imagination for the past few months. Lucien, a church-going Christian man and father had some decidedly naughty thoughts whenever he saw her in the Divorce Recovery Support Group meetings.

"Come here gorgeous," Lucien said, and he proceeded to kiss Nazriya's throat, and caressed her big beautiful breasts. Petite, busty women of any hue ( with big butts ) were Lucien's favorite, and Nazriya had everything he liked. Nazriya giggled as Lucien caressed her tits and sucked on her nipples before moving downward. When Lucien slipped his hand between her thighs, Nazriya held her breath and nodded. Grinning, Lucien kissed a path from Nazriya's tits to her crotch, and inhaled her scent.

"Go for it," Nazriya whispered, and Lucien licked her pussy, teasing her clitoris with his tongue while working two fingers into her pussy. Unlike a lot of the ladies Lucien brought to bed, Canadian gals one and all, Nazriya didn't shave down below and Lucien loved that. He began munching on her pussy like a hungry man, savoring the way she smelled and tasted down below. Lucien had been craving Nazriya for quite some time, and was delighted that the feeling was most decidedly mutual...

As the night rolled on, Lucien and Nazriya experienced the wonder, thrill and occasional awkwardness that comes with making love for the first time. They laughed as they rolled off the bed and ended up on the carpeted floor, where Lucien continued munching on Nazriya's sweet pussy. On all fours, face down and big brown ass up, Nazriya squealed in delight as Lucien feasted on her pussy. For the two passionate friends-turned-lovers, the fun was just beginning...

"Ride me," Lucien told Nazriya, after he'd given her sweet pussy a tongue bath. Nazriya looked at Lucien, this tall, dark-skinned, ruggedly handsome, forty-something Haitian-Canadian man who was in better shape than most guys half his age. She ran her hands all over his handsome face then caressed his hairy chest, and then her sleek fingers went straight for his erect manhood. Nazriya had never touched an uncircumcised penis before, and smiled as she ran her hand up and down the length of Lucien's member...

"Soon," Nazriya whispered, and as an amazed Lucien looked on, she leaned over and took him into her mouth. Nazriya closed her eyes, inhaling the scent of Lucien's manhood as she began fellating him. Lucien caressed the back of Nazriya's head as she pleasured him. After getting him good and hard, Nazriya fingered her pussy and then straddled Lucien. Slowly, she impaled herself on his manhood, and at last they were one. Lucien placed one hand on Nazriya's hip and the other on her left breast, then bucked his hips. Time to fuck...

"Hmm, ride me now," Lucien commanded and Nazriya grinned, loving this more aggressive side of her favorite gentleman. Lucien playfully smacked Nazriya's thick brown ass and she squealed in delight and rode him hard, loving the feel of his thick manhood inside of her. She hadn't been with a man in many months, not since her divorce from Rahim. The sultry Sri Lankan divorcee wanted to make up for lost time and a certain Haitian gentleman was more than happy to help her out...

"Fuck me hard," Nazriya screamed as Lucien took her on all fours, smacking her ass and drilling his hard dick into her pussy like a miner drilling for gold. Nazriya kept grinding her big brown ass against Lucien's groin, loving what he was doing to her. The Haitian stud didn't let up and fucked her with gusto, loving the way she undulated her thick round ass against his groin while getting fucked. Nazriya's grind game was on point and Lucien couldn't get enough of her. The two of them fucked and sucked the night away, until the forces of exhaustion claimed them...

"To many more nights like this one," Lucien told Nazriya, as they lay on the couch. There was zero awkwardness between them as they sat there, watching TV and eating Shawarma from a nearby eatery. When the feeling is right, it's best not to question it and just go with it. Lucien and Nazriya are connected, and passionate about each other, and they're savoring the moment, differences in age, culture, race and religion be damned. The past and the future can wait, it's always best to enjoy the present.