Bisexual Men’s Wives Ch. 11

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Yasmin Amir and Abdi Osman have known each other for most of their lives. They grew up within walking distance of the Marketplace Area in the suburb of Barrhaven, Ontario. They attended the same schools and prayed at the same mosque. Yasmin went to the University of Ottawa to study Law while Abdi went to Carleton University to study Criminology. The two best friends kept in touch throughout their university years. They were never more than that, until fate complicated things…

“Abdi, I gotta be honest, this place is a shit hole,” Yasmin Amir said, and the tall, curvy young Somali Muslim woman shook her head, less than impressed by the apartment’s decor. Looking at the cracked ceiling, the dirty washroom walls, and the kitchen that looked older than her grandparents, Yasmin wondered what could have possessed her friend Abdi to take this place. Must have been desperate, Yasmin thought.

“Beggars can’t be choosers, I checked out a lot of places where the owners changed their minds once they found out I was black,” Abdi Osman countered, his deep voice rumbling with discontent, and Yasmin nodded understandingly. They were in the Vanier area, close to Overbrook. Only twenty minutes from downtown Ottawa, Vanier was another world. The ruined asphalt and constant pot holes made driving around a veritable nightmare.

“At least you’ll be safe here,” Yasmin said, and Abdi nodded. For a brief moment, there was a haunted look in his eyes. Abdi’s parents, Bilal and Jamila Osman of Barrhaven, Ontario, found out that their only son swings both ways. In Somali culture, if a person is gay, lesbian or bisexual, and wants to keep breathing, they really should keep such a thing to themselves. Abdi’s life would never be the same…

“Life goes on, Yaz,” Abdi said, and the big and tall, burly and dark-skinned young Somali Muslim man shrugged casually. Yasmin sat beside Abdi on the plain steel chair which they’d purchased at the Walmart near Blair Station. Four chairs and a black steel table, that’s what constituted Abdi’s living room. Oh, and there was also the case with the plastic flowers that he bought at the Dollar Store.

A month ago, Abdi Osman graduated from Carleton University with his bachelor’s degree in Criminology. The brother had the world on a string and his parents couldn’t be prouder of him. Abdi dreamed of working as a cop, perhaps Ottawa Police or RCMP. Of course, that was before Abdi’s parents came home early one day and found him in bed with his best buddy Thaddeus Jones, the tall Jamaican dude he’d been friends with forever.

Abdi Osman and Thaddeus Jones had been having some manly fun for quite some time without anyone suspecting. They simply didn’t fit the stereotypes that most people attributed to guys who were into guys. For starters, both Abdi and Thaddeus are tall, manly and athletic guys. Abdi used to play basketball for Carleton University and was part of a Canadian Inter-University Sports championship team.

As for Thaddeus Jones, he plays Soccer for Algonquin College, where almanbahis adres he studies business management. Like Abdi, Thaddeus is bisexual, and that’s part of the fun for them. While they do have fun with each other, they also enjoy having sex with women. Abdi and Thaddeus had it made…for a while. Nobody suspected anything, neither their friends nor their families, until they got careless and got caught…

“Have you heard from Thaddeus?” Yasmin asked, and Abdi shook his head. He didn’t want to talk about his former lover Thaddeus. Ever since their split, Thaddeus had gone back to leading a straight life. He was dating a tall, plump redhead named Mildred and their pictures were all over Facebook and Instagram. That’s the beauty of male bisexuality. Bisexual men are everywhere, yet they’re also invisible. Abdi didn’t blame Thaddeus for moving on. He blamed himself for not having anyone in his life…

Abdi’s strict Somali Muslim family disowned him for being bisexual, and he’d become an outcast in his own community. Abdi didn’t feel like associating with the mainstream LGBT community of Ottawa, which he saw as white and effeminate. Abdi isn’t the kind of brother who walks around the mall with an annoying woman while he blabs about his sex life. Abdi is a brother who can bend a freaky woman over and dick her down better than a porn star. The fact that he occasionally likes the fellas shouldn’t take away his masculinity.

“Nope, Thaddeus has moved on, and now that everybody in Ottawa knows that I swing both ways, females avoid me and look at me like I’m a weirdo and creepy gay dudes consider me fair game, even if I’m not interested,” Abdi said, lamenting his fate. The Somali community isn’t very good at keeping secrets, and once Abdi’s family drama hit the grapevine, everyone knew. As an exposed bisexual man in the Somali community, Abdi was seriously out of luck…

“I’m sorry you’ve been having a hard time,” Yasmin said, gently patting Abdi’s back. Abdi took out a cigarette and lit it, but, seeing the look of disapproval on Yasmin’s face, he extinguished it. Yasmin smiled at that. I still got some pull with my favorite guy, Yasmin thought. She felt guilty for feeling relieved that Thaddeus was no longer in Abdi’s life. Now I can try to win him over, Yasmin thought as she caressed Abdi’s broad back…

“I’ll get over it,” Abdi said, and Yasmin wasn’t at all convinced, for the brother looked saddened and downright haunted by the events of the recent past. Prior to hooking up with Thaddeus, Abdi dated a young white woman named Monica Zagarella, whom he met one night while working security at Place D’Orleans Mall. Yasmin hadn’t liked Monica, who was the kind of big-booty white slut that every black woman fears might steel her man…

“Abdi, I’m here for you if you need me,” Yasmin said and then she took his face into her hands. Abdi looked at Yasmin, startled by her gesture. They’d always been friends, but they were never more than that. Truth be told, back in the day, Abdi had a crush almanbahis adres on Yasmin, but that was before he discovered white girls…and bisexual black men. I hope I’ve still got the magic touch, Yasmin hoped, as Abdi stared at her, dumbfounded.

“Yasmin, what are you doing?” Abdi asked, and Yasmin, grinned, decided to show him rather than tell him. When Yasmin’s lips pressed against Abdi’s, the Somali brother got his answer. Abdi was surprised by Yasmin’s kiss, to say the least, but he didn’t resist her when she threw her arms around him. When they came up for air, he looked at his erstwhile best friend, puzzled by her behavior.

“Stop chasing every dick and pussy in town, Abdi, you’ve got me,” Yasmin said, somewhat haughtily. She stared into Abdi’s eyes, and he was the mixture of passion and anger burning in hers. Abdi looked at Yasmin, his best friend, confidante and former crush. Conflicting emotions warred within him. Abdi has lots boyfriends and girlfriends, that’s the bisexual man’s dilemma. Should he risk his best friend too?

“Yes I do,” Abdi replied, passion winning over reason, and he kissed Yasmin, and next thing they knew, they were on the carpeted floor, doing their thing. I’m going to fuck my best friend, Yasmin thought happily as she got on top of Abdi, straddling him. Abdi looked up at Yasmin, his Hijab-wearing, conservatively attired friend, who smiled at him with a naughty gleam in her lovely brown eyes.

“I promise I’m going to make you forget Thaddeus,” Yasmin said, and Abdi grinned and caressed her big beautiful ass. Abdi has always been an ass man, and he doesn’t care which gender a nice ass is attached to. The Somali stud admires both Tennis champion Serena Williams big beautiful ass, and that of Boxer Anthony Joshua. Yasmin grinned as Abdi smacked her ass, and she felt his dick harden under her…

“Challenge accepted,” Abdi replied, and he and Yasmin got down to business. They hastily undressed, and she went straight for his dick. Yasmin stroked Abdi’s member and marveled at its length and girth. This was Abdi’s swinging dick, which brings immense pleasure to the ladies…and the fellas. She’d always wondered about his sexual attributes. Yasmin leaned over and, winking at Abdi, she took his dick into her mouth.

“Hmm, do you like that?” Yasmin teased Abdi, who nodded firmly. Yasmin began fellating Abdi, taking her sweet time while pleasuring him. The Somali stud groaned, loving what Yasmin was doing to him. As Yasmin sucked Abdi’s dick, she fingered his ass. A lot of guys didn’t like having a female play with their asses but Abdi isn’t like most men. The brother is a switch-hitter. That’s got to count for something as far as willingness to experiment sexually goes…

“Yasmin, you’re the best,” Abdi murmured to Yasmin, and he meant it. The young Somali Muslim woman sucked Abdi’s dick better than his former lover Thaddeus. Come to think of it, when Abdi was in bed with Thaddeus, the bisexual Jamaican stud was always more than happy to let him do the dick sucking. almanbahis adres Abdi didn’t mind because afterwards, Thaddeus would pound his ass like a battering ram afterwards…

“Damn straight, pun intended,” Yasmin paused to say, as she sucked Abdi’s dick like nobody’s business. Abdi groaned and felt a rush in his loins. He warned Yasmin that he was about to cum but she kept right on sucking his dick. When Abdi came, Yasmin surprised herself…and him, by drinking his masculine seed. Yasmin licked her lips clean then looked at Abdi expectantly. The brother smiled, thoroughly pleased…

“Let me take care of you, sweetie,” Abdi told Yasmin, a little while later, as he laid her on his bed. Abdi beheld Yasmin’s naked body, and held his breath. He admired her curvy, chocolate-hued body, her big tits, her thick legs and that big round ass. Yasmin flashed him a coy smile and spread her thighs invitingly. Yasmin had a particular itch that needed scratching, and Abdi was the right man for the job…

“You know what to do,” Yasmin cooed softly as Abdi brought his handsome face to her crotch. He inhaled her womanly scent, and then went to work. Yasmin closed her eyes and rubbed her erect nipples as Abdi began eating her pussy. The brother slid his tongue into her pussy, and teased her clit. At the same time, he worked his fingers into her snatch and began exploring her. Sighing happily, Yasmin relaxed and enjoyed as Abdi pleasured her. She’d had a few men in her bed but none of them were anything like Abdi…

“Somali pussy rocks, habibti, especially yours,” Abdi paused to tell Yasmin, who opened her eyes and blushed. Abdi continued to eat Yasmin’s pussy until she cried out as she came, oozing hot girly cum all over his handsome face. Abdi lapped away at Yasmin’s pussy, loving the way her cum tasted. When Abdi finished polishing Yasmin’s pussy with his tongue, he looked up at her. The wicked smile on her lovely face was all the reward that he needed…

“I want you,” Yasmin told Abdi, and he saw the burning desire in her eyes, and nodded. Yasmin smiled as he began his approach into her, his dick hardening as she welcomed him into her arms. Yasmin held her breath as Abdi pushed his long, hard dick into her. At last they were one. Yasmin slowly let out her breath as Abdi began fucking her, his hard dick filling her up quite nicely.

“Feels nice,” Abdi murmured, his eyes closed, as he made love to Yasmin, his best friend. In his twenty three years upon this world, Abdi has had a few lovers, female and male, but he’s never connected with someone carnally as much as he connected with Yasmin. She wrapped her arms and legs around him as he made love to her. Given free reign to their passions, they made love for hours, until exhaustion claimed them…

“You are mine,” Yasmin whispered as she lay next to Abdi’s sleeping form. The young Somali Muslim woman smiled, content to be in bed with the man she’d loved for so long. The timing never seemed right. Abdi was always chasing big-booty white girls or masculine black guys who swing both ways, never noticing the beautiful Somali Muslim woman next to him. Well, they finally got together, and Yasmin was going to fight for Abdi, the man she loves. Let the dudes and chicks of Ottawa beware…

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