I'm an ordinary white man, 43, married, and I work from home. Out of approximately 150 clients, four are Arabs. I occasionally visit the office of one of them, where his wife works as the secretary. She has a very serious demeanor, but every time I looked at her, my cock throbbed. I finally decided to post something online and find an Arab pussy to explore this side of my sexuality.

So I posted something and 2 weeks later got a message: “Hi, 37 F, Irvine, Arab, married.”

I saw her message the next day and replied with a simple "Hey." We chatted briefly and a few days later for a longer time and set up a first-date coffee at Starbucks to see if we had a connection. We didn’t exchange photos beforehand.

We exchanged car models and colors, and I arrived about ten minutes early. When she pulled up and parked right next to me, I got out. Seeing her beautiful face and physique, I was stunned. “Wow, you look beautiful,” I said. She blushed and dismissively said, “No, not at all.” I smiled, "I love your figure and your gorgeous face; thank you for coming." We shook hands, and I suggested, "Let's go get some coffee."

We walked inside, ordered, and then walked out to sit at a table. She was wearing jeans, a green shirt, and a dark blue jacket. I was in a T-shirt and shorts. She asked, “Aren't you cold?” I laughed, “No, the temperature is 65. I could be naked and still be fine.” She chuckled and sat down.

I commented on her wedding ring, “That’s a beautiful ring.” She thanked me and brought her hand closer. I put my coffee down, gently took her hand, and massaged her finger for about ten seconds. She laughed again and teased, “So, you like brown girls?” I replied, “Thank you for noticing.” I then pulled her hand up to my mouth and kissed it. “I barely drink coffee, but I appreciate the opportunity to have this with you,” I confessed.

She mentioned that she drinks both tea and coffee, explaining, “My husband is a tea guy, and the kids are coffee lovers.” I asserted, “Coffee is a must-drink. I’ve heard it’s good for your health, especially after a long session of sex.” She asked, “How so?”

She then stood up, took off her jacket, and draped it over the back of her chair. I looked at her figure. “You look absolutely amazing,” I said. “I love your curves.” She shyly thanked me. I continued, “I love your submissive personality. Your husband is a lucky man. Is he a Dom?” She replied, “Kind of.”

After she asked me a few questions, the topic of the beach came up. I remarked that it was a perfect day for a walk on the sand. She sighed, saying she wished she could be at the beach since she had dropped the kids off at her mom's house. “Want to go?” I asked. “Yes,” she agreed. So, we got into my car, and I drove us the short distance (about seven minutes) to the beach. We walked and talked for an hour.

About her: A mother of three, 5'4", 140 lbs, 38B, with dark brown eyes and olive skin. She had average lips and a great backside. She was very shy and had been married for 15 years in an arranged marriage. She came to the US when she married. She confided that she'd had a fantasy about white cocks her whole life. They own three UPS stores. She studied economics, and her husband is an engineer.

She shared her suspicion that her husband might be sleeping with one of his employees, though she wasn’t sure. I told her, “All married men have fantasies of sleeping with other women—single or married. For some, the dream comes true. Like me, and perhaps your husband!” She burst out laughing and sat down on the sand. She said her husband was her first and her last. I playfully countered, "Hopefully, you were his tenth." She said she didn't know. I pressed, “The more partners, the more experienced he is, and the more orgasms for you.” She agreed, “You are so naughty.”

She asked me what I liked about her. I answered truthfully, “Looking at you makes my cock throb. Brown pussy! Yumm.” She went, “OMG, OMG, OMG,” and laughed hysterically. She commented, "Your honesty reminds me of my husband." I replied, “Honesty is the key to a less stressful life. What I like about you is that you’re happily married but still have a fantasy. I would love to be the one who makes your fantasy come true. May I kiss you?” She moved closer. I kissed her hand, then hugged her and kissed her neck. “Hopefully, no one is taking photos,” she whispered.

We walked back to the car and shared a few minutes of kissing before driving back to Starbucks. She gave me one last kiss before getting into her car and driving away. My cock was still throbbing.

A message soon followed when I got home: she was so excited and couldn't wait to meet again. She initially suggested coming to her house, but I laughed, “That’s a crazy plan! We should meet at a hotel or something.” She mentioned they have a second home currently rented to her single sister-in-law, who would be out of the country next month, and we could meet there. I warned her, "Bad idea. Who knows if the neighbors might see us and tell her? That would be a disaster! Your horny pussy can't think straight. I'll get a room, and we can meet and fuck. Your beautiful, wet brown pussy can discreetly have my white cock deep inside. Good?"

She replied, "What I like about you is that you know how to discreetly fuck a married woman." She then asked, “How many married women have you fucked so far?” I answered, "Nine or so." She replied, “Mmmm, experience!” I told her, “You look so fucalicious. Can’t wait to eat you from head to toe and kiss you from head to clit…”

A few days later, we met and had two rounds of sex in a hotel. Two days after that, we met and had sex again. We’ve met a few more times since then. She told me she was having more sex than ever, and her husband was surprised. I told her, "I'm glad my white cock brought out your slutty, hidden parts.