2 comments/ 14227 views/ 3 favorites My Egyptian Romance By: 24UKBlonde I fuck the hotel manager and more, much, much more! It was fucking crazy really or even crazy fucking if you like. He was a manager in a hotel, I was a guest. He was married and in his early forties. I was single in my early twenties. He was dark skinned, dark eyed and dark haired. I am an English rose; pale skin, though I do tan and get freckles, natural blonde shoulder length hair and blue eyes. He had an athletic body and a sturdy build along with an equally sturdy cock. I am slim and of average height with smallish, pert thirty four b tits and am told a great 'ass.' He's Egyptian I am English, he was at work, I was on holiday at the Hyatt in Sharm el Sheikh in Egypt. I had booked it on a whim thinking it would be a nice rest and the chance to get some sun before the English winter sets in. I asked around my mates so see who might come with me for a ten-day November break. No luck so sod it I went by myself. I knew it might be awkward at meal times, but what the hell? I was soon on an Easyjet flight from Luton for the very cramped five hour flight. Fortunately, the transfer from the airport to the hotel was only ten minutes or so and to make it even better it was by cab and not a coach. The place was crawling with Russians, mainly fat blokes who smoked and drank a lot and ate every meal as if it was their last. They all seemed to be accompanied by blonde, stick insect thin girls with blown up boobs and legs that seemed to go on for ever. With the five inch heels and stacked soles of their shoes, loads of make-up, hair extensions, fake tans, miniscule bikinis, mostly thongs and ultra-skimpy dresses they looked like hookers. I had been hit on several times by some of the Russian guys when their birds had gone on shopping trips and by a group of English kids who really thought they were god's gift. To me they were more like football hooligans; foul mouthed, loud and as thick as planks. I ignored them all as this was a holiday for me to relax and tone up my tan, not to get laid. It was the morning of the third day when I met Ahmed. He had obviously seen the guys hitting on me and asked if I would like a sun lounger in the upper pool that was smaller and where reservations were needed; it was more a family pool. I thanked him and thoroughly enjoyed my sunbathing. I saw him several times that day and the early evening. "If you would prefer I could move you to the club pool, it's quieter there, no children" he suggested. "Would I need to pay extra?" "No, compliments of the management" he smiled. "Can you do that?" "Yes of course, after all I am the management" he went as he handed me a business card. It had Ahmed al Mahani, Deputy General Manager and the name and contact numbers for the hotel and his mobile. I was impressed. He spoke very good English as many Egyptians do. He told me that he lived in Cairo with his wife and children and drove or flew to and from Sharm where he would usually work for fourteen straight days and then go home again for three or four. We got on well. I sort of felt sorry for him missing his wife and children and having to go without sex for two weeks, although I often did that so it was a bit daft really. I found him very interesting. He had a degree, but had come into the hospitality business as he couldn't get a job in that profession, a not uncommon situation in the country that always seemed to be on the brink of civil war. This was just before Mubarak was forced out as President to be replaced by the military and a fuck lot of good that has done! One thing led to another and on the fifth afternoon after the sun had gone down at around five and he was checking the pool he suggested we have a drink and continue the conversation. He said that he was not supposed to mix with the guests in the hotel or restaurants in Naama Bay or Soho Square adding. "And in any case I don't really drink." I had forgotten he was a Muslim, although many Egyptians do drink alcohol. "Well you must drink Pepsi or something." "Yes of course." "And presumably we could continue chatting here?" "For a while yes, but my shift ends in" he said looking at his watch. "Twenty minutes." "So we could just carry on talking?" "Yes, but I have to go to prayers then dinner at six." I was wearing a black bikini with yellow splashes on the bra and panties. It was quite brief and as we had been chatting I had seen his eyes roaming over my boobs and legs. I liked that. "Tell you what, come to dinner in my room." "How can we do that?" "I can order room service."- "But they would see me." "You could go in the bathroom or out the patio doors" I told him. And that was how I came to be lying on my bed three hours later naked with Ahmed between my open legs. They were wrapped round his waist as he fucked me. He was a great fuck and we did it again less than an hour later. So much for me not being interested in sex on this holiday! He was incredibly considerate, polite and kind and simply a really nice guy. He was very interested in me and not just my tits and getting into my knickers. Coming from a wealthy family he had gained a degree from London before attending Egypt's top university in Alexandria to convert that to Egyptian law. When studying he had lived in a flat in Bloomsbury that was close to where I was now studying at drama school and we had numerous restaurants and places where we had something in common. He asked a lot about the UK and we found so much to talk about. He told me about his life in Cairo and his career with the hotel group that was based in Bahrain and owned and operated some twenty hotels throughout the Middle East. His family was a shareholder in the group so as he put it 'getting promotion was fairly easy.' We talked about his wife and family and jokingly I asked. "You have just one wife?" Laughing he replied that one was enough, but as I asked more about that he told me that he had several friends that had more than one. On top of all that we had in common, he was also an amazing fuck as only older guys can be in my opinion. His working day was seven to six, but he had two breaks during the day. One for forty minutes at ten thirty when he had to pray and another for an hour and a half at one when he had lunch. Most days after that we had both lunch and dinner together in my room and sometimes he blew out the praying at ten thirty as well. He had an enormous appetite for sex and me, but then mine matched his so that was something else we had in common. I suddenly realised that I was falling for him. I couldn't help it, I didn't want to and I tried to resist, but I just couldn't stop myself. I knew it was fucking crazy, a holiday romance for Christ's, or Allah's sake. And with a married man in his forties who had a wife and three children waiting for him in Cairo. Of course there was no future, there was no way there could be. Sitting round the hotel I would watch his every move, I would catch his eye and smile. He would come over to me, we would stare into each other's eyes and he would ogle my tits as I looked at his stomach wondering if he was getting hard. We gave each other lingering gazes, stood closer than was necessary and found reasons to touch each other when, hopefully, no one was looking. We had made love; to me we no longer fucked, and were lying on my bed naked. He told me about his wife Halima. "It means gentle in Arabic" he said adding. "She is very Egyptian" he said getting a photo from his wallet. "And has an Egyptian body not an English one like yours" he went on running his fingers lightly up and down my chest and into my landing strip of blonde pubic hairs as he showed me the photo of a curvy, slightly chubby, but pretty woman, with big tits and a big nose that is common with Arabs. "I prefer English now" he went on. I kissed him and whispered. "You shouldn't say that Ahmed." "I can't help it Sammi, it's true." "Oh Ahmed" I groaned. "Oh Sammi" he sighed back. I found his cock; it was semi-hard. I smiled as I said. "And I prefer Egyptian men now, particularly when they are like this." "Really Sammi?" "Well one in particular." "You prefer me" he said squeezing my breasts. "Not only prefer Ahmed." "What. What do you mean Sammi." Stroking his cock that was hardening rapidly I looked right into his eyes and said. "Nothing Ahmed, forget it." He took my chin between his fingers and turned my face so that we gazed into each other's eyes. "Sammi" he said in a whisper. "I am falling in love with you." "Oh Ahmed" I groaned resting my face against his chest and stroking his cock that was now fully erect. "Sorry Sammi I shouldn't have said that I have annoyed you. "No Ahmed I can't as I think I am with you." We kissed deep and long. I wanted to please him in any way he wanted. And I was pretty sure that I knew one that he wanted and would please him. I slithered downwards licking his body until my face was level with his thick, brown cock. I licked it. "Mmmm that's lovely" he groaned. I cradled his balls as I licked up and down his length. His hands were in my hair and all over my back and down to my bum. I took him into my mouth and ran downwards until it was at the back of my throat and then almost removed it. I applied pressure with my lips and then released and applied it again as it went in and out of my mouth. "Oh God Sammi" he groaned as his body found the same rhythm as my head. Slowly he started pumping in and out at the same time as me. He began to fuck my face. I was cradling his balls, rolling them in my hand and softly scratching him on the patch of skin between his scrotum and the crease between the cheeks of his gorgeously rounded bum. He was holding my head in both of his hands as he thrust himself in and out of the surrogate cunt I was providing him with my mouth. "I must stop" he groaned trying to pull away. I stopped him and kept him right there deep in my mouth. "No Sammi I am near, very near, I will cum." I removed his throbbing cock just enough to whisper. "Yes Ahmed cum, cum in my mouth." I filled my mouth with him again just in time to feel his cock go rigid and hear him groan very deeply as his sperm shot out of his cock and into my mouth. "Oh Sammi, I am sorry, so sorry" he sighed. "No Ahmed, please don't say that" I whispered kissing him fully on the mouth so that some of his own cum dribbled into his mouth. * There were only two days left of my holiday. I was beginning to panic at the thought of saying goodbye. We had made love each day usually at both lunch-time and the evening; he had fantastic stamina for a man of any age, let alone one in his forties. We did everything, well all except anal. "Could you stay longer?" He asked. I knew I couldn't for it would mean my visa expiring. "I could go home and book another holiday." "Would you do that?" "Of course I would and a longer one." The next day, my last but one, we were again naked in my room at lunchtime. "I have an idea Sammi." "What's that?" I asked licking his nipple. "You might be able to get a job, I know they are always looking for English girls." "That's a great idea." "The pay is bad by English standards." "That doesn't matter as long as we are together." He told me who to see and he made an appointment for that evening. I actually blagged it, but then that's what job interviews are for isn't it? The Recruitment Manager Salim gave me a list of vacancies and I saw Promotions PA. They wanted experience of course, but then I was a whizz at Word, Excel and PowerPoint and had worked in advertising as I waited to get into drama school. Alright I was mainly doing mail shots and some cold telephone calling, but knew I could embellish that to make me sound like a real pro. I completed the application form and did a couple of IT tests that I passed easily. "Have you got references?" He asked looking at my boobs and smiling. I sort of got the idea he might have an inkling of an idea about Ahmed and me. I told him that I had. "I would have to see them along with your birth certificate." "Of course." He told me the other terms, which were pretty dreadful, but I didn't care as I would be with Ahmed. We agreed that I would go home and be back within ten days by which time he would have arranged a work visa and everything else including my accommodation. I hadn't been to Ahmed's room as it would look suspect a guest going there and I had asked him how we would get on when I returned as an employee, knowing that they all lived in a block of flats next to the hotel. "There are always some spare rooms Sammi and I have a master key and you finish work by eight" he told me adding. "And of course you will work shifts so we will find the times and places, I promise you." It was my last night. We were going to sleep together in my room, the first time he had stayed all night. In addition to being a great fuck Ahmed was also amazing with his mouth and tongue. Most sessions had included him giving me orgasms like that. Generally, I would be on my back with my head propped up against the pillows and he would be down the bed between my open legs and usually raised knees. He would stroke and gently pinch the insides of my thighs and my bottom as his tongue, teeth and lips did the most incredible things to my pussy lips and clit. At the same time he would use his finger on and around and inside my pussy. As he did that I would squeeze, rub and pinch my tits and nipples loving the combination of my self-sex and his oral and finger loving. To be doing that to myself as his tongue stimulated my clit and he used two, three or fingers up me like a cock, really was quite sensational. During the first few sessions his tongue or a finger would sometimes slide a little further and edge into the crease in my bottom. He would quickly remove it, but it usually came back and pressed right against my anal hole. I knew he was testing me. I also knew that anal sex was far more prevalent in Arab countries than in Europe and the States. I have a sensitive bottom and back passage, but I had never been fucked there. A couple of tongues had visited that musky area and twice fingers had slid a little way in, but never a cock. We had spent lunch in bed. Due to his business commitments we had only had sex once the day before and that was rushed so Ahmed had fucked me quite quickly. But when a woman opens her bedroom door to her lover and she is naked that's not unusual I imagine. He clearly had a lot of ardour stored up for he hardly lost his erection and unlike most of my previous lovers he didn't lose interest in me or my body. As he took half hour or so to recover, he would caress and kiss me until he was ready again or he would make oral love to me as his erection returned. I had never been with anyone who was so totally tuned into sex. This time he rolled me onto my front. "You do have such a lovely bottom Sammi" he said running his soft fingers over each cheek. "Your's isn't so bad either" I muttered loving the feelings his fingers were giving me, particularly as the edged nearer to the ultra-sensitivity of the crease between the cheeks. As he ran a finger on one hand along that and squeezed, pinched and rubbed both cheeks with the other so the sensations increased and totally involuntarily I opened my legs a little. He saw that for what in reality it really was, my acceptance of his request to go further. The feeling as his tongue ran across my cheeks was sensational, as it slid into and then along the crease that feeling intensified and then when the tip of it pressed right on my bum hole my body seemed to explode with sensations. It was only as I started to cum that I realised that in addition to his tongue licking then probing slightly inside me he was also rubbing my clit and pushing some fingers up my pussy. It was not until those fingers left my pussy and pressed against my bum hole that I realised there had been a dual purpose to them going there for the one now pressing against my hole was lubricating with my own juices. That excited me. As I felt Ahmed pressing harder and kissing and gently biting my bum at the same time so that excitement increased. And as I felt his finger slide almost effortlessly inside me so it became more extreme. Ok there was a degree of pain, but as it had before that quickly decreased and was replaced by a feeling of pleasure or, did I find the pain a pleasure I wondered? I didn't know, but what I did know was that as my lover's finger fucked my arse he gave me a massive and very loving orgasm. Until then I hadn't been convinced that I could be made to climax anally without my pussy or clit being involved; I was convinced now though! I spent my last afternoon in Soho Square shopping. I bought a fake Burberry handbag and a couple of fake Rolex watches and a couple of teeshirts as presents, there wasn't much else to buy. Back at the Hyatt I had a leisurely swim in the dark and then went to my room to wait for Ahmed to join me for dinner and the night together. After eating and when I had put the trolley outside, dead locked both the door and the patio windows and drawn the curtains we started making love. Both naked we were in each other's arms on the bed. His thick, hard erection alternated between being in my hand and pressed against my body. It was lovely, but I was upset as tomorrow at mid-day we would have to part. His arms were round me and his hands were stroking and cupping the cheeks of my bottom as, indeed mine were to his. "Did you enjoy this afternoon Sammi"? "Of course I did I always enjoy sex with you." "And was it ok what I did?" "Yes Ahmed it was beautiful." "You do have such a gorgeous ass my darling." "And as I have told you so do you." "You know bottoms have far more significance in the Arab world?" "Yes I had heard that, do you and Halima er um....? "Have anal intercourse?" "Yes, do you?" "Sometimes yes as maybe we will one day when you return." It was then that the idea struck me. "Lie on your front Ahmed." He looked gorgeous on his front with his arms above his head and his long legs stretched out and slightly parted. He had a broad, strong looking back, beautifully sculpted thighs and nicely rounded calf muscles; the sight made my heart pound and my pulse race. I crawled between his parted legs easing them open as I moved upwards. I put my hands on his deliciously, rounded full cheeks and squeezed them; they felt great. Bending further forward I licked his bum and heard him whisper. "Oh Sammi." "Nice? I asked stroking my fingertips across one of the erotic mounds. "Mmmm wonderful." I licked all over both cheeks gradually moving closer and closer to that slit of such mystery between them. At the same time I was stroking his back, arms, hips and thighs as I sort of plucked up the courage to do what I had planned. I had toyed with doing it with a couple of previous lovers, but had never had the courage. With Ahmed I had that courage. I slid my fingers along his crease and found his anus. I pressed just to make sure he was up for it. It was one thing I imagined making oral love to a girl's bum, but something quite different having her return that favour; men can be strange like that, not Ahmed though. He grunted and I saw his bum move as if saying yes to my enquiry. I followed the route of my finger with my mouth. I licked along each side of the crease stroking his hip and slipping my hand under his body. He lifted himself up a little allowing his erection to rear up and into my hand. I stroked that as my tongue found his anal hole. There was a slight taste, not an unpleasant one, but in fact an erotic one that I couldn't quite describe. I pressed the tip right against the puckered entrance and let some saliva dribble onto it. My Egyptian Romance "Oh Sammi, Sammi" he groaned. I ploughed on edging the tip of my curled tongue slightly inside his hole. His body jerked and I felt him push his cock against my hand. "This is amazing" he moaned. I moved my tongue and whispered. "Fuck it Ahmed, fuck my hand." I wiggled my other hand so I could cradle and roll his balls as he started thrusting in and out of my other hand. I couldn't get my tongue very far up so I let go of his scrotum and slid my hand upwards. I pressed my fingertip against his hole and waited. "Yes Ahmed?" "Oh yes Sammi, yes, yes please" he groaned. I pressed and my finger slid in up to the cuticle of my nail. Ahmed grunted and his body shook. I stopped for a moment or two then pressed again. It went in up to my first knuckle. "Sammi, Sammi" Ahmed groaned lifting his body up a little. I took that as a sign that he wanted more. I pressed and my finger slid up him to just past my second knuckle. He was moaning, sighing and grunting just as he usually did when he was fucking me and was near to cumming. "Is this what you want darling?" I whispered feeling my fingertip touching what I imagined was his prostate. "Yes Sammi it is, you are so good." "You want me to fuck you do you Ahmed?" "Yes I do." And that is exactly what I did for Ahmed as my going away present. Gently and slowly I started sliding my finger in and out of him as he pumped his cock in my hand. We were fucking each other, but in such different ways. Then, with a series of deep grunts and near convulsions of his body Ahmed shot his load into my hand and onto the sheets of my bed. * Back in England after a very tearful farewell with Ahmed I got busy. I got all the documentation together that Salim had told me was necessary. I emailed the stuff he needed and took the rest to the Egyptian embassy in London. I was relieved when they advised me that they had received the work permit and visa request from Salim and that they would be ready within ten days. I saw the drama school principal and lied to him that I needed time off to help my father whose business was in trouble and he needed me in Spain. I explained to my mum and dad that I was going to work in Egypt for a few months, carefully avoiding of course any mention of a man! Back in Egypt, I had a wonderful welcome from Ahmed. He had rented a house way down the coast from the Hyatt and we spent three wonderful days together; most of the time we were in bed, naked and making love. I had worried that things would be different between us when I got back to Egypt. I knew that Ahmed had been home and spent time with his wife and children and thought that may have changed his mind. It hadn't and everything was wonderful and we were still deeply in love. When I started work, however, things had changed. It was far more difficult for us find the times and the opportunities to make love. I couldn't possibly go to his villa for that was in a complex with all the other managers and he couldn't come to my small room for the same reasons. We did manage to use empty hotel rooms from time to time, but it really was unsatisfactory for both of us. The promotions office was quite close to his, but nearly always there were lots of people around so even when I saw him we couldn't chat. A couple of times early in a day or in an evening we were alone and kissed, but we couldn't go any further as we knew others were around. I hadn't realised just how busy Ahmed was and how hard he worked. He had meetings most of the day or was out seeing potential customers, suppliers and other hotels in the group, which ran four in Sharm. He would fly to Saudi, Bahrain or Dubai most weeks and over to other group hotels in Taba or Hurghada. I rarely saw him other than in a spare room late in the evening a few times a week. Friday is the Muslim Sabbath and where possible the hotel arranges for a skeleton staff of other religions to be working; I worked every Friday, but often had Sundays off. It was early evening and most people had gone. Ahmed was out at a meeting and I had decided to stay late to catch up on some jobs that had fallen behind, largely due to my 'afternoons of sin' as I called them. I like working alone in the office. It makes me feel virtuous to be the only one working when the rest have gone home. It also made me feel good to be telling my colleagues the truth when I say 'I'm working late tonight.' It was just after nine when, out of the blue, Ahmed walked in. He hadn't been expected back until tomorrow. It would be a tremendous understatement to say we were both surprised to see each other. It would also be an understatement to say we were 'pleased to see each other,' we were both ecstatic and hugely excited about it. Without even thinking I was in his arms kissing him even before he'd had time to put his briefcase down. We both knew immediately that we needed more than a kiss and cuddle and as he crushed me to him he illustrated that in the most obvious male way and it felt lovely. Due to him being in Bahrain for five days we hadn't had sex for the longest period, other than when I was back in the UK, since we had started our affair. We went into a corner of the office that was hidden from the rest of the desks. We knew that the ping of the lift, the only way into the office, could be clearly heard, for we had 'kissed and canoodled' there several times. "What a wonderful surprise" he said cupping my breast. "Marvellous, when did you decide to come back?" "Only around seven after I left the Four Seasons, I would have called had I have known, we could have er, gone somewhere." "Somewhere?" I asked, kissing him and running my fingers through his hair. "An empty room or something, I didn't know you were working late tonight." I don't know what got into me, I have no idea what happened or what made me do it. I had never done anything like it before, or since come to that. Looking straight into his eyes I took hold of the hem of my thin sweater and in one go pulled it up, over my head and off. "I don't think we need somewhere do we Ahmed?" "Oh fuck me Sammi, are you sure," he groaned pulling me too him? I kissed him and squirmed my boobs against him as I reached down and ran my hand over the growing lump in his trousers. "Never been surer darling," I replied reaching behind me and unclipping my bra. I dropped that in my bag, which was on my desk in the large open plan office. It may sound as though I was taking a big risk, but I reckoned that I could easily slip the sweater back on if anyone came up in the lift and we would just have to front out why we were there, alone together. As for no bra, well I would have to make sure the sweater didn't get stretched too tightly across my chest wouldn't I? Of course he was all over me, but then that's exactly what I wanted. His mouth, lips, teeth and tongue were on my boobs and nipples, sucking, slurping, chewing and licking and his hands found and caressed my tits, legs, thighs, back and bum, which was coming into play rather more frequently lately, I had noted. I unzipped him and grabbed his cock. He was, as usual, stunningly hard. I wanted him badly. "Here, in the office?" He said sounding very surprised. I felt ambitious and adventurous, uninhibited and wanton. I had no idea what had got into me, what made me feel this way; perhaps it was being in love! Yes, we had kissed and caressed each other a few times here after work, but nothing on this level. Nothing like me being topless, nothing like him sucking my bare breasts, nothing like him having his cock out and nothing like me turning round, resting my hands on the table used for collating mail shots and the like, and saying. "Yes right here in the office." "Oh my God, yes," he said rolling my skirt up. I wasn't wearing stockings or particularly sexy panties, just a straightforward pair of white, lacy, M & S shorts, sensible but pretty; after all I hadn't dressed to be undressed today. He pushed me further forward squashing my bare tits on the wood of the table. I was still holding his cock as he pulled my panties down. "No leave them on" I groaned. He did and moved really close behind me. We were both now holding his erection guiding it to where it was most needed. It was quick and urgent, energetic and fast and wanton and dirty, just as a fuck in the office should be. After a few weeks when we had managed a whole afternoon together and had made delicious love for three hours non-stop he said how horrible it was not being able to have each other when we wanted. I agreed. "I have an idea Sammi." "I am all ears." "What?" "I'm listening." "I am going home for ten days or so, we have a conference in Cairo." "Oh" I replied feeling upset and forgetting about the plan. "I want you to come with me." "What about the job?" "I will find a way of having you seconded to the meetings in Cairo, after all you are promotions" he smiled. He managed to arrange for me to attend some of the meetings and stay at a nice hotel near to where the conference was being held. Although he went home most nights of the five-day conference we had two together and each day we managed to get some time to make love. It was the afternoon of the last day of the conference when he said to me. We were naked on my bed at the time. He was on his back and I was lying on top of him my breasts squashed against his black hair covered chest that did such lovely things to my nipples. He was stroking my shoulder-length, blonde hair and we were giving each other tender' little post orgasm kisses. My legs were open laying either side of his body and his flaccid cock was resting just beneath my pussy lips. As we had been in this position several times before, we were both aware that as his erection grew it would quite naturally press right against my lips and just the slightest movement from either of us would ease it inside me. "I would like you to come to my home and meet my wife and children." That shocked and I have to admit scared me. How the fuck can I a twenty four year old bird from Essex meet the wife of a multi-millionaire Muslim married man I wondered? "I can't do that Ahmed." "Yes you can my darling." "But why? Things are ok as they are aren't they?" I then got the next bombshell. "Yes, well they are up to a point, but I am leaving the group." "Why?" "My uncle is retiring from one of the family businesses and I have to take over." "Where is the business?" "Cairo" he told me sending my 'heart into my boots.' I started to cry at the prospect of losing him. "Oh so what happens to us?" I asked sobbing uncontrollably as tears ran down my face and dropped on to his chest. "I want you to come to Cairo and work for us." Brightening up I asked. "But how will it work?" "We'll find a nice apartment not far from the offices and my house and carry on as we have been, although my darling we will be able to more of each other, much much more." "But Ahmed I can't afford to rent a flat." "It will be a company owned one, we have several for expats. It won't cost you anything and it will be our love nest" he told me adding. "We will be like husband and wife." " Oh Ahmed" I said laughing with pleasure. "That's wonderful" I added feeling the tip of his now erect cock enquiring at my lips. I pushed downwards and he surged up me giving me that gloriously whooshy sensation. I sat upright, knelt across him and fucked him as a girl on top. Later when the traumas of my climax had passed I asked. "Why do you want me to meet your wife?" "Because she is the group human resource director of the company and she has to agree all recruitment at the HQ." "But you are the boss." "Yes, but if I installed a gorgeous, blonde English girl into the company some might think there was something going on between us" he laughed. "And in any case it is her family's business, mine are just minority shareholders." "How big is it and what does it do?" "Well the official turnover is five hundred million dollars." "Bloody hell it's huge." "Yes it's a conglomerate we import cars, we are the main distributor for HP." "What the sauce?" Ahmed smiled. "No the computers, we have an ad agency, one of the largest IT consultancies in the middle east, a couple of recruitment companies and some other bits and pieces. "So what have you told her about me?" "Nothing." "Huh?" "I had Salim tell her about you." "Why him?" "We go back a long way." "Does he know about us?" "Yes he does." "Why?" "I needed his help to get your visa and your employment." "Ahmed, how could you tell him about us?" "Don't worry he is totally trustworthy and discrete I promise you." * I was as nervous as hell getting ready to meet Halima. The meeting had been arranged originally to be at the head office, but for some reason I didn't understand was changed to the Marriott in the centre of the city. I dressed very carefully not just to impress my lover's wife, but also because it is a Muslim country and I feel we should respect their standards and conventions. Although it is not as strict as, for instance, Saudi or Kuwait, Egypt does respect most Muslim requirements and hence, women generally tend to cover up bare skin in public. I wore a button up to the neck white blouse and a dark blue, trouser suit so I only showed my face, which I thought would be fine. Meeting her in the tea room I saw I had got it about right for she was in a similar get up apart from she was wearing a skirt. She was delightful. Friendly, warm and intelligent we seemed to build a quick rapport. She appeared to be very interested in me, my life in the UK and my work at the Hyatt and asked loads of questions, but not in an interrogatory manner. It didn't occur to me until afterwards that I had been thoroughly interviewed, but it did cross my mind a couple of times as we were chatting as to whether she suspected anything was going on between Ahmed and me. She was more attractive than the photo Ahmed had shown me. She had fabulous almond-shaped, very dark brown eyes and glorious long, black hair that she wore up with some ringlets falling down the sides of her face. She had the typical Arab prominent nose, but as she was quite large featured and as she had very full lips it was not unsightly; a little like that old actress, Sophia Loren or the British Princess Anne. Taller than me, around five seven I guessed, Halima was clearly a large girl, but everything was in proportion. She was quite broad shouldered, had big hips, thickish legs and truly spectacular breasts; they must have been at least a double D cup. I found it hellishly difficult being with her for I liked her, but I was fucking her husband; that was hard to handle. I settled into the job in the head office of Halami Enterprises as easily as I settled into the lovely, secluded, third floor apartment with underground parking that was provided by the company. That enabled Ahmed to visit me with relative safety from being seen. A couple of months had gone by when I was asked to meet Halima again this time at the office. Ahmed was away although he had been with me the night before my meeting with his wife. It was my first appraisal and she told me that I had done well and that I had achieved my objectives although I had no bloody idea what they were. We again got on well and if she was not my lover's wife I could have happily spent time with her. I didn't see Ahmed for a couple of days after meeting his wife as he was in Bahrain for meetings to do with him leaving the hotel company. He got back early evening on a Tuesday and came straight to the apartment. "Halima thinks I am arriving back tomorrow" he told me as we had room service dinner in my room with him, as usual going into the bathroom when the waiter delivered the dinner. Having eaten we had sex. It was quite casual and easygoing, but as always was nice. We had it with both of us lying on our sides facing each other with me lifting my left leg and wrapping it round his waist. He was obviously staying the night, which I loved so there was no rush and we lounged around naked on the bed watching TV for a while. "Halima said the meeting went well" he said with his arm round my shoulder his fingers dangling down caressing the top of my breast. "Yes she is very nice, I like her." "Good she does you too" he replied cupping my boob and pinching my nipple. "Mmm that's lovely" I murmured as he kissed me and I cradled his growing cock in my hand. "She again asked me so many questions" I told him. "Well it was your formal appraisal and she is very curious about you?" "Why is that? Does she suspect something." "Not suspect Sammi" he said slipping his other hand between my legs, which I opened for him." "What then?" "She knows about us." "What. How much?" "Pretty much everything, she has to." "What do you mean has to?" I almost shouted pulling myself away from him." "Well you see my darling" he started as cool as a cucumber adding. "It is part of our custom almost our law." "Why is it?" "Because Sammi before you can be my second wife the first has to know everything and by custom has to approve." "Oh fuck what do you mean?" "I mean my darling that I want you to become my second wife and come and live with Halima and me. Will you do that Sammi?" My Egyptian Romance Ch. 02 Author's note. This is a continuation of my previous story 'My Egyptian Romance.' Although not essential, I suggest you read that first. Chapter 02: Betrothed I was besotted with him. No, that suggests a temporary crush and that was not what I felt for Ahmed. I was in love with him as I had been for most of the six months I had known him. We met when I had a holiday at the hotel he ran in Sharm el Sheikh, which is on the Sinai Peninsula of Egypt. I was alone. He lived in Cairo with his wife and children, but stayed at the hotel for ten-day spells, also alone. He is forty-four, I am twenty-four. He is dark, brown eyed and husky, I am blonde, blue eyed and slim. It took us four days of my holiday to get round to having sex. For the rest of the ten days we had it at least twice most days; he is an awesome fuck with fantastic stamina and recovery powers, for his age. As the ten-day holiday came near to its end I said to Ahmed that I would stay longer, but visa restrictions prevented that. Instead I suggested I go home and book another holiday. He had a better idea. "Why not get a job at the hotel?" he asked one night just after we had a bout of, as usual, spectacular sex. "I can help you." I did and we had several wonderful weeks of me working near his office and us sneaking meetings for sex, usually in vacant rooms in the hotel, although twice he had me in the office! Then one day I felt desolated as he told me he was leaving and going to live in Cairo because an uncle had died and he was needed to run a family business. Almost immediately I felt better, though, for he told me he wanted me to work for him in Cairo. I moved there and after a few weeks in a hotel, which was so wonderfully convenient for our lovemaking I moved into a company apartment mid-way between the office and his home. To get the job I had to meet Halima, Ahmed's wife and that was so frightening. This was necessary as it was her family that owned the multi-billion US dollar turnover conglomerate of which Ahmed's family were minority shareholders, and she was the group HR director. Surprisingly we got on very well and I liked her. I would have preferred not to really, for it made fucking her husband more difficult; I managed to cope though! She was delightful. Friendly, warm and intelligent we seemed to build a quick rapport. She appeared to be very interested in me, my life in the UK and my work at the Hyatt in Sharm and asked loads of questions, but not in an interrogatory manner. It didn't occur to me until afterwards that I had been thoroughly interviewed, but it did cross my mind a couple of times as we were chatting as to whether she suspected anything was going on between Ahmed and me. She was more attractive than in the photo Ahmed had shown me. She had fabulous, big, almond-shaped, very dark brown eyes and glorious long, black hair that she wore up with some ringlets falling down the sides of her face. She had the typical Arab prominent nose, but as she was quite large featured and had very full lips it was not unsightly; a little like that old actress, Sophia Loren or the British Princess Anne. Taller than me, around five seven I guessed, Halima was clearly a large girl, but everything was in proportion. She was quite broad shouldered, had big hips, thickish legs and truly spectacular breasts; they must have been at least a double D cup. Fortunately, I didn't have to see her again until my probation ended and I had my first appraisal, which was with her; she handled them for all HO staff. That went well and again we got on ok with her asking a load of quite probing questions again making wonder whether she knew or suspected anything about her husband and me. I didn't see Ahmed for a couple of days after meeting his wife as he was in Bahrain for meetings. He got back early evening on a Tuesday and came straight to the apartment. "Halima thinks I am arriving back tomorrow" he told me as we had room service dinner in my room with him, as usual going into the bathroom when the waiter delivered the dinner. Having eaten we had sex. It was quite casual and easygoing, but as always was nice. We had it with both of us lying on our sides facing each other with me lifting my left leg and wrapping it round his waist. He was obviously staying the night, which I loved so there was no rush and we lounged around naked on the bed watching TV for a while. "Halima said the meeting went well" he said with his arm round my shoulder his fingers dangling down caressing the top of my breast. "Yes she is very nice, I like her." "Good she does you too" he replied cupping my boob and pinching my nipple. "Mmm that's lovely" I murmured as he kissed me and I cradled his growing cock in my hand. "She again asked me so many questions" I told him. "Well it was your formal appraisal and she is very curious about you?" "Why is that? Does she suspect something." "Not suspect Sammi" he said slipping his other hand between my legs, which I opened for him." "What then?" "She knows about us." "What. How much?" I said feeling mortified. "Pretty much everything, she has to." "What do you mean has to?" I almost shouted pulling myself away from him." "Well you see my darling" he started as cool as a cucumber adding. "It is part of our custom almost our law." "Why is it?" "Because Sammi before you can be my second wife the first has to know everything and by custom has to approve." "Oh fuck what do you mean?" "I mean my darling that I want you to become my second wife and come and live with Halima and me. Will you do that Sammi?" It took some time for that to sink in. I had no thoughts of marriage, it wasn't on my radar, it wasn't something I ever considered and certainly not, obviously, as a second wife to a Muslim. "You don't have to answer now my darling, but please think about it very seriously will you?" * "What?" My mother said. "Are you fucking crazy?" "No mother dear, just in love." "How old is he?" "Forty five" I told her. "You are fucking crazy" she went on rubbing her hair with the towel I handed her as she climbed out of the pool in her garden. I have inherited some of my mother's features, but not regrettably her divine breasts. Hers are full and round and a perfect large C; mine are 'fried egglike' and a miserable B. As she dried her hair so her gorgeous mounds jiggled and wobbled so fucking sensuously that it should have been censored. I had flown back to the UK to announce my decision to marry Ahmed and to live with him and Halima. Whilst he had taken me completely by surprise with the proposal and I realised what a risky, unconventional and giant step it was I had said yes that evening. We were both naked at the time, but we didn't celebrate with a fuck, seal it with a kiss or crack open some Champagne; Ahmed doesn't drink. But we did mark the occasion in a very special way, one that we had done before and that we both loved. "Fuck yourself for me Sammi" he said his cock rearing up. Ahmed has a lovely cock. Without being extreme it's longer than most I have had and it is beautifully thick. It's as straight as a die, gets fantastically hard and is smooth and warm to the touch. When he is near to cumming it pulsates almost like a vibrator; I love it. He was half; lying and half kneeling beside me his erection against his flat six-pack. His fingers were softly stroking it. I lay back against the pile of four pillows. Our eyes only broke their gaze to run up and down the other's body, apart from that they were locked in a continual stare. I raised my knees until they were nearly touching my boobs. Loving his lustful gaze of adoration at me I smiled slightly and slowly opened my legs, wide to expose my most intimate place to my lover. He smiled as well. "You have the most beautiful cunt Sammi" he said quietly as I cupped both my tits in my hands. I rubbed and squeezed them, pinched and gently scratched them. I pushed them together, lifted them up and then squashed them hard against my chest. I pinched each nipple and then pulled them so that they almost doubled their short length. Ahmed was slowly rubbing his cock. Not fast or hard and hardly even with masturbation pace, but it looked lovely. I simply adore watching men wank. As he rubbed it so his, what I called, 'big bag of balls' jiggled so sexily. I slowly ran one hand down my body and between my opened legs. I ran my fingers round my cunt lips, what a lovely pairing of words that is, and then found my clit. Sending fantastic feelings all over me I rubbed right alongside that little stalk that has only one purpose; the provision of sexual pleasure. "May I?" Ahmed, ever the gentleman, asked. "Mmmmm" I sighed as the combination of caressing my breasts and rubbing my clit in front of my lover who was now, with my 'permission' clearly jerking himself off, took over both my body and my mind. I started to cum. My eyes were opening and closing, my mouth was open as I struggled for air and every nerve end in my body was tingling. I was rubbing my clit faster trying to get even more pleasure from it as Ahmed moved closer to me. His cock that he was pumping in long slow strokes now was just inches from my face. I turned that so I was looking at him and my face was just beneath his dick. I watched with wonder and so much excitement as it started to spurt. The first splash was across my left cheek, eye and eyebrow and was quickly followed by a stream that hit my chin and neck and dribbled onto my tits. He took me in his arms and we kissed as his sperm was rubbed into both our faces. Some way to celebrate your betrothal I thought as I lay in his arms still 'wearing' the smear marks of my husband to be's cum on my face and tits. * Dad took the news in his stride. But then he is a player and chancer and he knew the conglomerate of which my husband to be was the CEO. I thought that he might be seeing a business opportunity with the Al Salem Company, a bit of trading his daughter for a number of camels as used to happen in Egypt I smiled to myself "I can't say that being a concubine was what I would have chosen for you Sammi, but if that's what you want and if you love Ahmed then good for you. What does Amanda say?" He asked about his ex-wife. "Well she went mad of course." "Naturally" dad said. Most of my friends were supportive, but quizzical about my arrangement with Ahmed and his wife. I wasn't able really to assure them for I didn't know how things were supposed to, or were going to work. I mean it's difficult to ask your husband to be how he selects who to fuck each night, which when I cut through the crap was the key question most people wanted me to answer. Ahmed and Halima, well one of their companies actually, had chartered a plane to fly from Northolt to Cairo two days before the wedding so that the UK line of their family and friends could attend. Wonderfully generously they had offered to include my family and friends to travel on it free of charge as well; I began to think that I was going to like my new life! I was quite surprised how many people accepted the formal wedding invitations that we sent out in March, but then a free flight to Cairo is some inducement I guess. Only one of my two closest friends was able to join us. That was Stephanie, my friend from college with the MSc in Economics, a high flying well over a million a year job with Goldmans and the most spectacular breasts I have seen and, to be honest touched. "Actually luv I am coming back from New York the day before so I'll get a flight direct to Cairo, but will have to leave on the Sunday" she told me on the phone. "Oh that's great thank Steph." "Only shame is we won't have time to er, um celebrate will we?" "Now, now, remember I'll be a married woman by then." "So much the better, far less hassle, but I will be there the night before." We both laughed. I didn't of course send an invitation to my longer-term married lover DD. We had been having an affair since I had half-seduced him when I was a student of his at Bristol University and had carried this on after he moved to London. "I'm really pleased for you" he said as I sipped an expresso in the conservatory of his house in Barnsbury. As was frequently the case his wife, or as we called her 'the bitch' was on a business trip to Brussels or Strasbourg or some fucking dump in Europe; she was a civil servant involved with the EU and was always popping off somewhere. That was convenient for DD and me and saved a hell of a lot on hotel rooms. "So any chance of a farewell fuck then?" he said sliding his hand up my short skirt and kissing me. We had a delicious afternoon and evening saying goodbye with him fucking me. As my orgasm subsided after the second shag I thought. 'That's my last fuck as a single woman, well at least with someone other than my husbnad.' That shocked me so grabbing DD's soft cock I said. "How long before you can do me again?" Ahmed and I got married in a private mosque in the centre of Cairo. Halima, by tradition acted as the equivalent of the matron of honour in a C of E ceremony. Although I had been to some rehearsals with the mullahs, the guys with really long beards, I had no idea what was going. I was, however, surprised at how long it lasted and at the amount of talking and moving around that went on during the ceremony. But that didn't worry me as during it I was continually aroused. I had to wear a very conservative dress. It wasn't supposed to show my figure and I had to leave as little bare flesh exposed as possible, essentially my face and hands. Egyptians generally are strongly religious, but nowhere near as extreme as other Arab nations. With most aspects of life the women are pretty emancipated and wear whatever they wish. They wear tight clothes and do expose their arms and legs; they even wear bikinis! At weddings, though, similar to most other religions they become fundamental. Halima had advised me what to wear and had helped me choose a loose, neck to ankle white dress with long sleeves. On our last time together before the wedding, Ahmed had managed to spend a couple of hours in bed on the Thursday afternoon and he had advised me what to wear under the dress. "I want you naked apart from white stockings so I can visualise exactly what I am going fuck after the ceremony." So as the Mullah whined and moaned about our vows and the reasons for marriage and why Muslim men should have more than one wife I stood holding Ahmed's hands. "So are you?" He asked. "Am I what?" "Naked under it?" "Apart from my stocking yes." "I am getting hard, I want to fuck you so much." "My nipples are pounding and are like acorns." "Are you wet?" "Yes I think so" I was saying as the mullah said the equivalent of 'I pronounce you man and wife.' The last few days of my spinsterhood had, to say the least been interesting. Although Ahmed and Halima and their families were not very orthodox Muslim, they did abide by some traditions. This was especially the case with weddings and especially so when Ahmed was taking a second wife. Although there was absolutely no criticism both families became involved to offer their advice on how the marriage, both the ceremony and the living together after should be handled. Ahmed had decided to move to a new house; a beautiful ten bedroomed, two storey villa in a luxurious area near to the centre of Cairo. It had its own grounds with a secluded swimming pool that Ahmed described as being 'perfect for outdoors sex.' Looking at it I couldn't have agreed more and could hardly wait to be fucked in one of the sideless tents with fans dotted around the pool area. This was a time when I got to know Halima much better for we were charged with getting the new house ready for our three-way marriage, something that still made me nervous and excited in about equal quantities. We visited all the best shops in Cairo and looked at many more online. We had to furnish the entire house with what seemed to be an endless budget. We met with architects, designers and decorators planning and working out every detail. Ahmed left everything to us and with Halima's eye for detail and mine for flair we worked well together and, more importantly we bonded, almost like sisters. "Well it is not only tradition Samantha" Halima said sounding like my mother as we waited in the office of Cairo's leading interior designer. "It's also practical." She was referring to the way the upper floor with the bedrooms was going to be reworked. The house was being reduced to seven bedrooms with three in one wing of the house and four in the other; the grand staircase separated the two. The four she explained were guest bedrooms and would be used by their when they came home from their boarding schools, the boy at Eton, the girl at Rhodean. Our three suites, by tradition had to be in a row. Ahmed would have the middle suite, she being wife one would be to his right when he laid on his back and me to his left. There would be doors from his room to ours, but again by tradition these would only be able to be opened from Ahmed's room. Laughing she said. "So he can get to us, but we can't get to him." Ahmed and Halima moved in to the remodelled house ten days before the wedding. I wasn't allowed so see or have any contact with him for the last three days. That was supposed to be a period when the husband and his wife one spent time together thinking about how their lives were going to change and making plans as to how they would cope with the new life, including, presumably me! So on my last night as a single woman I knew that by tradition my betrothed would open the door from his to his wife's room and invite her in to his bed where they would have their last sex before they became a tripartite marriage or, as I referred to it, 'the ultimate threesome.' What I also learned as we stood at the altar for over an hour being married was that the sex they had was not traditional for Ahmed said quietly. "Halima gave me her arse last night Sam as my wedding gift." The ceremony went on for ages as did the lavish reception at a marquee in the grounds of Ahmed's parents' house on the edge of the Nile. But all went well and everyone including my parents seemed to enjoy it. I could tell that mum liked, well more fancied actually, Ahmed for she was showing out to him all the time. I was almost expecting her to ask whether he wanted a third wife! Dad, now just coming out of his bankruptcy and looking for new ventures talked business with both Ahmed and Halima's relatives making me wonder whether a loan to him was part of my dowry. "I have a present for you Sammi" Halima said when at last the three of us together were alone. "What do you mean?" "As Ahmed's wife one I have to be with you to give you to him so that the pair of you can consummate the marriage." "Why is that?" "It's traditional, but also practical for I am symbolically expressing my agreement and happiness at sharing my husband sexually with his wife two." "Are you ok with that?" I asked for the first time getting into her feelings. "I can't say it doesn't hurt a little, but knowing you makes it easier. It's difficult as you age and your husband is still attractive to younger women" she explained adding. "We had better hurry, Ahmed will be waiting." She took me to her bedroom. "This should be the only time you come in here unless I die." "Why?" "Tradition Sami. This is my sanctuary, your room is yours I will never enter that any more. It is all a little silly I know." "I'm from England remember Halima, I think we invented tradition so I am used to it." Smiling, she said as we stood in thr lavishly appointed sitting room of her suite. "You have to undress I have to look at you." My Egyptian Romance Ch. 02 'Oh fuck' I thought remembering that under my wedding dress I was naked apart from my stockings. "Turn round" she said. I felt her fingers on the zip that ran from the high neck to the base of my spine. Hearing and feeling it slither downwards I realised that the back of the dress parting would show her that I wasn't wearing a camisole, that I wasn't wearing a bra and as it unfurled beneath my waist that I wasn't wearing a slip and finally as it parted at the base of my spine that I wasn't wearing panties. She removed the dress and I turned and stood before my husband's wife one naked apart from the self-support, white stockings. I saw her eyes open wider and her eyebrows rise a little. I smiled. "This a new British tradition Halima." She smiled back and said. "Nothing to do with the filthy minded man you have just married then?" "Of course not" I smiled back knowing that she knew full well that it was. Running her eyes up and down my nakedness she said. "You have the body of a goddess." I wasn't too sure how to respond so I just smiled as I felt my nipples hardening. "Not an Egyptian one, but a European one." "What's the difference?" "We are bigger, we have more flesh for our man to grip. Ahmed has spent too much time in your country, I believe" she smiled. "He now prefers the European model." I smiled. "From what he tells me Halima, Ahmed seems to like all shapes and sizes." "Yes, that's true, he has always had an eye for the ladies but has, in his way always been faithful to me." Given that he and I had been having an affair at the hotel he managed in Sharm el Sheikh for several months before he moved me with him to Cairo where we not only worked more closely together, but also had a stronger affair, I wondered at the accuracy of that. "So Halima, if I may ask, when did you know about me?" "That's for another time Sammi, not now as I am readying you to become wife two sexually" she went on again running her gaze up and down my body making me wonder again whether she was that way inclined? She went on. "But now we must hurry, I have to present you to him during your wedding day and there is less than an hour left. Come remove your stockings." As I was doing that there was a tap on the door. "Who's that?" "Some of my relatives they have to bathe you." "What?" I questioned as three of Halima and Ahmed's aunts walked in. They gently, yet firmly bundled me into Halima's en suite where the square, sunken bath had been half filled. "We will be very gentle and quick" one of them said as they all removed their robes and stood before me in rather old fashioned underwear. "Again Sammi it's traditional" Halima explained. Another vast bosomed woman added. "It symbolises both Halima and her and Ahmed's families accepting you. We are washing away the past so that the future will be pure for Halima and Ahmed." Using large natural sponges they soaped and washed all of my body including my breasts and between my legs. I could hardly believe it when I felt myself being aroused. My nipples exploded and my breasts felt heavy. A tingling warmth spread from them and oozed through my body as one of the elders seemed to be lingering on my pussy with her sponge. I was having difficulty in breathing easily and I was biting my lip when my gaze caught Halima's who hadn't joined in, but was standing watching. Her eyes dropped from mine down to my distraught nipples and back to my eyes. She smiled as if she knew what was happening to me. They dried me and we returned to Halima's sitting room. I was stood in the middle of the room naked as Halima went to a wardrobe and returned with a long, black lace peignoir. She put it on me and tied the three bows up the front. "I wore this on my wedding night when I gave him my virginity" she said kissing me on the forehead her large boobs pressing against mine. That made me recall what I had been doing with my friend Stephanie just twenty-four hours ago. She went on smiling. "But you will not be giving him such a present tonight will you Sammi?" "No, sorry" I said actually feeling guilty that I wasn't! "Are you ready?" She asked. "Yes I am Halima and thank you, thank you for everything." She took me in her arms and we cuddled. "You are most welcome it is time for a wife two and I am pleased it is you." "Thank you again" I mumbled my face in her hair as I was near to tears. I was actually feeling bad at how we had cheated on her and I made my mind up to find out just when she had been told or found out. "We will be wonderful wives together Sammi" she said running her hands up and down my back. "And great friends" she went on pulling my body against hers. She broke the embrace and walked me through her bedroom and knocked on the interconnecting door to Ahmed's suite. Ahmed opened it and stood behind it . The room was very dim with just a lamp next to the bed casting a small pool of light on the bed, the rest of the room being as good as dark. She led me in and he kissed her and then me. "She is here Ahmed" Halima said pushing me forward. It was only then that I realised he was naked. "Thank you Halima" he said leading me to the bed in the centre of the room. "Welcome Sammi." "Hello Ahmed" I whispered feeling somewhat overawed and again near to tears. Looking me in the eyes he undid the bows and opened the robe. He ran his fingertips down my chest, my tummy, across my pubes, back upwards and over my breasts and nipples. He kissed each boob, sucked each nipple and slipped the robe off. Leading me to the bed he positioned me in the small pool of light and laid beside me. "At last Sammi" he whispered running his hands over my body as he kissed me deep and long and very passionately. I responded with my mouth, sucking and licking his lips and duelling with his probing adventurous tongue. His body against mine felt wonderful and I wanted so badly to hold and feel and touch and stroke him everywhere. My hands became so busy roaming over his broad back, his hairy chest, his muscular arms, lithe legs, taught, firm bum and, of course at last what I had been yearning for and thinking about all day, his cock. His long, thick, warm, smooth and so rampantly hard I started to cum immediately it was in my hands. "Oh Ahmed that is so good" I groaned stroking it almost reverently. "And so are these" he retorted sucking each of my nipples in turn. "Fuck me Ahmed, please, please fuck me" I groaned as he rolled on top of me. I opened my legs and wrapped them round his waist as his cock nuzzled against the lips of my pussy. "I have been thinking about doing this all day" he said rather loudly. "Then do it Ahmed, do me my darling. Fuck me hard." "Like this" he grunted pushing forward causing his cock to soar up my cunt and deep inside me. "Yes just like that" I moaned immediately starting to cum. It only took a few thrusts and he was joining me in a mutual orgasm. It was strong and long for both of us with me grunting and groaning. "Yes, yes, yes of fucking yes." And Ahmed moaning something in Arabic. Still with little tremors going through me I lay in his arms his sperm inside me. We were holding each other as we came down from our climaxes. As I lay like that I heard a movement and then the door to Halima's suite opening and closing. Smiling to myself I wondered if voyeurism was part of the Muslim, wedding first night tradition! The Muslim wedding protocol where more than one wife is involved requires two honeymoons. The Shashum Bakir, which is short and involves just the husband and the new wife and the Hachrum Bakir, which is longer, often weeks and includes all wives. The former is for the husband and the new wife to get to know each other sexually, which was totally unnecessary in our case, whereas the latter is for the wives to bond together. I was intrigued by the idea of spending three weeks with Halima! Our Shashum was spent on a forty foot boat that Ahmed had rented cruising the Nile, a little of the Suez Canal and then the Red Sea. He was an experienced sailor so we had no crew. The Canal and Nile took up most of the first couple of days and then we entered the Red Sea in the evening. Whilst up until then it had been like a boating traffic jam the Sea was very peaceful with no boats nearby. Ahmed took me in his arms as we stood on the rear deck. He pulled me to him and undid the knot at the back of my bikini top. I could feel him hardening. He removed my bra and slid his hand into the panties as I ground my stomach against his cock. As he was just wearing a pair of white shorts his erection was unencumbered by underwear and it had already reared up his flat stomach. We kissed long and lingeringly as he eased my panties down. I returned the gesture so that we were both naked. "We will not need those again until we enter the Nile" he murmured. "Mmmm wonderful" I muttered stroking his elegant dick. Sitting me on his lap he opened my legs and alternated between kissing my lips and sucking my nipples before shoving three fingers up my pussy and bringing me off very quickly. We then fucked in the open air just as the sun went down; it was amazing. Ahmed was correct. We did not get dressed again for three whole days as we slowly cruised round the northern Red Sea. We cooked and prepared our meals naked, we cleaned the boat naked and, of course we fucked three and four times a day naked. We swam and scuba dived to see the coral in the wonderfully buoyant sea naked and we lay in the sun drying off and me topping up my tan naked. Three days of that certainly got rid of my white patches, although I did burn a little and had an aching pussy when we returned to Cairo. That was a small price to pay though for such a lovely Shashum Bakir.