3 comments/ 40621 views/ 8 favorites The Ultimate Threesome By: 24UKBlonde Author's note. This is the third and final part of my Egyptian trilogy. Although I feel it stands alone quite well as a story by itself, it might be wise to read the other two parts first. Enjoy Sammi x We spent three weeks on the Hachrum. It was three weeks of unadulterated luxury touring some of the top spots of Europe including: Rome, Sardinia, Portofino, Venice, Monaco, Juan les Pins and Athens. We travelled everywhere first class, had chauffeur driven cars, ate in the top restaurants and stayed in only the very best hotels. He bought Halima and I clothes and jewellery, we had our hair and make-up looked after in the top salons and we used some exclusive spas. I could see that I could rapidly get used to such largess although I was surprised at it. I knew that he was wealthy as indeed were Halima and her family, but I had no idea it was on such a scale; I liked it. In most hotels, we would have a two or where they had one a three bedroomed suite. Ahmed was very organised and religiously slept with us on alternate nights. The Hachrum really was a period when the wives get to know each other and that worked well for us. It worked to the extent that when we returned to Cairo Halima and I were good mates and felt a lot for each other. It had been strange at times on the honeymoon particularly when we stayed at a hotel for a few days as we did at, for instance the Splendido in Portofina. It was when we saw the same people several times, perhaps at dinner, in the bar or round the pool. I could almost see many couples' minds going into overdrive when they saw this quite Arab looking couple with a young, blonde bird. They would know I couldn't be their daughter and as there were no children I wouldn't be a nanny so they must have had some lurid thoughts! Being Ahmed's wife was quite different in some ways to being his mistress. Then, he would talk about Halima and their sex together. He would tell me how she would let him have anal, but would not swallow his cum, whereas I was pretty ok with sucking and swallowing, but was scared of anal. Before the marriage, we talked about what they did together, but now we didn't. It was odd, but we did talk about us. His finger was pressing right on my anus. He removed it and replaced it with his tongue. He lifted me a little so I was supporting myself by my knees and chest. He was holding me up by my hips, his thumbs pressing into my cheeks pulling them apart as his tongue found my hole. It edged in a little. "I want this Sammi, when will you be ready for me?" He asked pressing the tip of his cock against the puckered, darker skin surrounding my anus. I was scared and I felt silly and embarrassed. I knew that like many men and certainly most Arabs, anal sex was important to him. I also knew that sooner or later I would have to let him for I was starting to feel that Halima had found the way to swallow. * My life as a married woman moved on. We had servants so I had no housework or grocery shopping to do, but I was encouraged, not told to keep working as Halima did. So, my day settled into breakfast for all three of us at around seven when Ahmed would leave for the office, although he was away in Egypt and other areas of the Middle East most weeks for a night or two. I would then drive to work in the Mini Cooper S that Ahmed provided. I would work from eight to two have a break for two hours then often do two more hours until six or so; everyone seemed to work long hours and very hard. We would try to eat dinner together around eight, watch a little TV and then bed at ten or so. Having never lived with anyone on a permanent basis before I was a little surprised at the lack of sex. I didn't know of course on the nights when he didn't invite me into his bed whether Halima got a call or not, but I guess I got there on average three times a week. The relative lack of sex was surprising but not frustrating, as I do not really have that strong a sex drive; it was certainly more than I normally got in my 'spinster' life back in the UK, but was not as frequent as I somewhat ridiculously imagined. With most of the boy friends I had been with, including DD and Ahmed actually, sex was always on the agenda and we did it almost every time we met. So, I found it strange at first to be with Ahmed and not to have sex. Neverthless, what we had was sufficient for me not to masturbate. That was other than with Ahmed who loved to watch me bring myself off, but then I enjoyed watching him as well. I spent a lot of time with Halima and really got to like her. I couldn't put myself in her position, though and gain any idea what it must feel like to be with another woman, a younger one at that, who is screwing your husband. She seemed to take it in her stride though, but then the Egyptians have had centuries of practice! As the summer wore on so we started work earlier, often around seven and finished for the day at one. That left the early afternoon for lunch and the later, from four to six for swimming and sunbathing by the quite lovely pool in the garden. I was absolutely amazed the first time Halima and I sunbathed together a few weeks after we returned from the Hachrum. During that she had worn very modest, one-piece bathing suits and although her big breasts were obvious they were well covered. In the security of her own home and with wife two as the only company she clearly didn't feel the need to be so covered. I had used the pool with Ahmed a few times, even going so far as us shagging in it when Halima was in Alexandria on a business trip. It was late afternoon when I had been there for an hour or so and she came down in a long, black and gold lacy sun robe. Standing close to where I was lying on a sun bed in a tiny yellow bikini, but then I don't have much to cover, she removed the robe. To say that I was gob-smacked is a massive understatement. She was wearing a white bikini made from a very thin material. It clung to her like a second skin and through the bra her prominent nipples and her areola were clearly outlined. The edge of the bra only just, well until she moved and it slipped, covered them. The panties were miniscule and hardly covered her pubic hairs. As she stood before me preparing to lay next to me I couldn't help saying. "You look lovely Halima." Glancing down at me, running her gaze up and down my slim body and smiling she replied. "And so do you Sammi, so do you." Tradition seemed to determine everything in Egypt, even more so than in the UK. We even had afternoon tea at four o'clock for fuck's sake! It was a strong tradition that a man's wives spent time together, just like in the old-fashioned harems where they lived together twenty four hours a day. Being Egyptian, Muslim and a traditionalist in many aspects of life, although quite liberated and modern-thinking in other aspects, Halima followed many of the traditions. Hence, she and I started spending more and more time together. In addition to most evenings waiting for Ahmed to come home for dinner, we often shopped or sunbathed in the late afternoons, we had breakfast together and ate dinner with our joint husband. This increased, though, when a subsidiary of the group with branches in Alexandria and Luxor was having some problems and Ahmed was spending two or three days most weeks in those cities. This was in addition to his other travel to the Emirates, Qatar and Oman. Hence, we saw less of him and more of each other. Halima was very considerate and gracious and included me in events, outings to her friends' houses and her card playing evenings; I even learned how to play bridge, but even in the liberal Egypt women didn't go out that much to restaurants or bars on their owns. So we took to spending most evenings watching TV or DVDs and gradually becoming closer and more relaxed with each other. We discussed many topics including my life in England, which was now behind me and how I was enjoying my new life. I told her about my time at uni, censoring the episodes with Stephanie and DD. I told her about my experiences at drama college again avoiding mentioning about my glamour modelling, and about how my dad had lost most of his money with the Spanish property crash. I explained that mum and dad had broken up and were getting divorced. In fact I quite opened my heart to her; I felt she was like the older sister I never had. As we became more familiar and relaxed with each other, so our discussions became more intimate. "Do you feel any jealousy?" I asked her one evening when Ahmed was in Saudi Arabia. "About you?" "Yes." "In some ways yes, but I have been brought up to accept such a situation." "What about when he doesn't ask you into his bed and you know I am there?" I asked. I was interested for that's when I felt jealous and, incidentally was the only time nowadays when I masturbated. "But I do not know you are there Sammi, do I?" "No true" I smiled. "But you must guess as I do?" "Of course and yes I am jealous, but not of you my dear." "What do you mean?" "I accept that he will be with you, I realise he needs more so I am not jealous that he gets it from you." "So what are you jealous about?" "Sometimes I do hear noises when you are with him." "Sorry I can be noisy, but I do too when you and Ahmed make love" I replied lighting a cigarette as I had taken up smoking again. "And when I think of what you and he are doing I am jealous of the feelings and sensations I think you must be having as I lay there with none." Taking a deep puff and blowing the smoke up towards the ceiling I said quietly. "None Halima?" "Well some and you Sammi?" "When I know that you and he are having sex Halima I have to tell you that I get very aroused." "Well I suppose I do too, but I have more experience of that." "How do you mean?" "Well Ahmed has had other affairs." "Before me?" I asked pouring myself a glass of Egyptian white wine. "Halima?" I asked holding the bottle. Ahmed didn't drink at all, but Halima had wine with me at dinner, but was by no means a big drinker. "Yes please" she said so I went to the kitchen and got her a glass and half-filled it. "Yes before you, he has been well behaved since then, I think." We both laughed. "What, so when he was with other women you knew?" "Not often, but I did when he was with you especially when he moved you to Cairo. I knew where you lived and that he stopped off on his way home." Walking over to where she was sprawled on the settee, I handed her the glass. I was wearing a floor length, very thin skirt with a slit up one side nearly to the edge of my panties. Standing with one knee bent the slit had opened and my tanned leg was bare almost all the way up. "I am so sorry Hamila." "At what?" She asked taking the glass. "Hurting you. I never thought we would meet." "It's ok Sammi. I did hate you then, but now it is different." "How is it different?" I asked standing beside her looking down. She was wearing a loose blouse and her large breasts were sagging to one side. I could see the outline of her bra and nipples through her top. "We are wives now Sammi" she said quietly sliding her hand out and touching me just behind my knee. It felt very sensual. "Yes we are" I whispered enjoying her touch. "And because of that" she went on quietly running her hand up the back of my leg a little way. "I love you." "Oh Halima" I sighed bending down slightly as she sat up. Our faces were level, her hand was still on my leg and our gazes were locked. I did masturbate that night, but it was a combination of Halima and Stephanie who were in my mind as my fingers made love to my body. I was only nineteen when I went to Bristol University to read English and Philosophy. I didn't really like it and never settled. In the end I left half way through the second year. There were only two things that are memorable to me from my time there: I seduced DD and Stephanie, sort of, seduced me! DD was a married lecturer aged nearly forty. I had one to one tutorials with him. On the fourth we ended up naked having sex on his green chesterfield. We have been lovers ever since. I met Stephanie through the drama club. We were immediately attracted to each other. Although she was a post grad student we saw each other quite often and that attraction grew as we worked on a play together. Like most girls my age I had kissed and groped other girls at clubs and parties, but I had never made love or had full sex with one. I thought that was going to happen with Stephanie, but more due to fate and circumstances it never happened. Whether I would have been up for anything more than the few kisses and brief caresses we had I am not sure, but in the end it hadn't mattered. Halima and I now became more intimate with each other. We were more touchy feely, we linked arms when out shopping and thought nothing of being in the same cubicle and undressing to try on clothes. We were spending more and more time together and she was telling about the traditions and how harems used to run, and still do she added in the more isolated places like Aswan. I couldn't really understand my feelings for her. Not having a sister, I hadn't experienced sisterly love so I couldn't compare what I felt for Halima to that. The only other strong, emotional reaction to a woman I had experienced was with Steph. That was at first a sort of hero worship of this twenty five year old honours graduate taking her MA who befriended me. She was stunning looking with spectacular breasts and a whole coterie of followers all of whom clearly wanted to get her in bed. That she so nearly got me into bed gave me a whole new raft of feelings for her including sheer lust; it wasn't the same sensations as with Halima though. Again, I had strong feelings for DD, I still do, but they were based on my sexual desire for an older, more experienced man with a tinge of father figure. Halima was constantly on my mind even when Ahmed was around. I felt sorry for her when I was with Ahmed and slightly jealous on the nights when he didn't open my door and I heard from his room. Ahmed was home probably no more than three nights a week during this period and he seemed to open my door on two of those; the grass being greener or the pastures new syndromes I imagined. By, yes fucking, tradition there was a way to go to bed when all three of us were around. After dinner Halima and I would say goodnight to Ahmed, usually around nine-thirty. We would go upstairs together, often holding hands or with linked arms and would kiss good night outside the door to Ahmed's room. Looking lingeringly at each other as we kissed three times on the cheeks we would slowly release our hands and go our separate ways to our rooms. They were luxurious. Each had a sitting room, bathroom, dressing room and of course the bedroom. I would bathe and dress in a negligee or simply a short, silk robe. Awaiting Ahmed I would watch TV or use my laptop to surf the web. My eyes, though would rarely leave the connecting door between our rooms for if that opened I knew that he wanted me. When it did open I felt overjoyed and incredibly worked up, but when it didn't I was upset and a little jealous, although I hated myself for that. Fortunately it opened more often than it didn't. I got used to this lifestyle that was part very grandiose and luxurious and part rather Spartan and boring. But overcoming any downside were the feelings it was creating inside me. I had never lived an emotional life before and I was starting to enjoy it and find peace, pleasure and satisfaction. I was coming to the conclusion that I not only loved Ahmed, but that also Halima and I were in love. What I wasn't able to work out in my mind was the differences between the two loves. I tried explaining to Ahmed. "Hali and I are getting on better and better all the time" I told him one evening just after he had brought me off with his mouth and I was about to return the pleasure. "Yes that's good." We paused to kiss and stroke each other. I went on. "This may seem strange Ahmed, but I am in a way falling in love with her." "That too is good and how things should be" he explained. As Halima and I spent even more time together over the next few and we became closer and closer we saw little of Ahmed for he was working on the Alexandria problem and had to go on business trips to Russia and India; it was a very busy time businesswise, but a very slow one sexwise. It was the same for all of us, although after the way Ahmed had so easily fallen into an affair with me when I was on holiday at the hotel he ran in Sharm el Sheikh, I had my suspicions that he might not have gone as much without as Halima and I did. Nevertheless, on the first night he was back after a ten day absence when I was in my room, I was devastated when I heard low moans and the quite noisy deep grunts he makes when he cums. I started to cry, but was so worked up that turned into me touching myself and beginning to masturbate. That is until my door opened and Ahmed walked in naked. He took me to my bed and after an extended bout of oral love he fucked me quite beautifully. The normal score if Ahmed wanted me was about half an hour after Halima and I had gone up, my door would open. Usually he would push it about half open and leave it. I knew then he wanted me to go to him. Sometimes, as he had the other night he came into my room. A few days later after he had been home each night for a week or so something different happened. My door was pushed open and he didn't come through. Wearing a mid-thigh length, white lace, see through night dress with little press studs up the front I walked to the door. Pushing it fully open I stood in the doorway ready to walk through into his room. Normally the first thing my eyes see is Ahmed. This time, though my gaze was drawn to something else. The door to Halima's room was also open. That had never happened before. I glanced at my husband who was lying on the bed seemingly naked with just a sheet pulled up to his waist. He smiled. At first, I couldn't work out what was happening. I thought that maybe the door had been left open when Halima had returned to her room after having sex with Ahmed although to my knowledge that had not happened before. But then suddenly Halima filled the gap and was standing in the doorway. She was naked. Our gazes met. We both smiled and looked at Ahmed. "Come to me now, both of you please." I think at that moment we both knew that something very special was going to happen tonight. I was hellishly nervous as I walked towards the bed at the same time as Halima. Although I was yearning for Ahmed I could not take my eyes off her. There was no doubt that she was a big woman. Around five feet seven or eight she towered over my five feet four inches. She was in proportion all over and must have weighed near to one fifty pounds; she was a typical Egyptian goddess look alike. She had shapely, but sturdy legs with thick thighs yet trim calves and ankles. She had a slight, child-bearing bulge on her tum that made it stick out and sag a little, though I didn't find it unsightly. Her hips were broad and rounded and must have been up near the forty inches mark and behind them was a round, full arse with rotund, wobbly cheeks. Her waist was in proportion to the rest of her body with the rotund flare of her hips making it appear trimmer than it probably was. As she covered the short distance from her door to the bed and sat on the edge, it was the movement of her large breasts that first took my eye. I knew she was big, but hadn't realised that she was up round those new sizes like double G! Despite that, they weren't floppy although of course there was a degree of sag and an intriguing wobble and jiggle as she moved. Being quite dark skinned her areola were almost brown and were capped by really prominent nipples that must have stood out by nearly half an inch making me wonder whether that was the norm or was she aroused. The Ultimate Threesome Ahmed was lying in the middle of the bed. He indicated that Halima and I should sit on either edge of it, which we did glancing at each other and at him. He took one of our hands in each of his and looking from one face to the other he said. "I feel such humility in your presence. You are both so beautiful" he muttered. "I love you both so much." It was a very serious and intimate moment. Halima replied. "I love you Ahmed my husband." I was feeling emotional and near to tears, but knew I should join in." "And love you too Ahmed." "I am such a lucky man" he whispered lifting both of our hands and still holding them placing them half on his hip and half his stomach. With my hand so near to his cock I was aroused and wondering what the hell was coming next. "And you two, my wives?" He asked looking from one pair of eyes to the other as they locked on each other. "I love you Sammi" Halima whispered her big, almond shaped brown eyes holding my gaze. I felt so emotional I sobbed and a tear ran down my cheek as I whispered back. "I love you too Halima." With my eyes full of tears and still looking at the naked, older woman across the bed from me I was amazed when I felt Ahmed pulling my hand downwards over the silk sheet. I looked at what he was doing and saw that he was moving both my and Halima's hands downwards. My heart started to pound when I felt her hand against mine and under it I felt the outline of our husband's cock and balls. Jerking my head up I looked right at Ahmed enquiringly as if asking. 'What the fuck's going on?' Very softly Ahmed said. "I want you both so much. Come" he said indicting that we should lay beside him. We did, with both of us cuddling up to his side with our hands on his chest. Halima took hold of mine and squeezed it. At the same time Ahmed slid his hands downwards and, taking the top of the sheet in his hands he pushed it down and away from him exposing his semi-erect cock. "Oh my god" I gasped as I felt Halima's grip on my hand tighten. I heard her giggle just as she said. "It is very lovely isn't it Sammi?" "Yes Halima, yes it is." I watched fascinated as she let go of my hand and slid hers downward to hold Ahmed's cock. She nodded encouragingly to me and I followed her lead and held the lower part of his erection and the top of his balls. "Oh ladies that is beautiful" Ahmed groaned reaching out with his left arm that was nearest to me and cupping Halima's big breast that had been resting on the lower part of his chest. As he stroked her breast and pinched the nipple he looked at me and said. "Take it off Sammi, you don't need that." I sat up and went to remove the nightdress. Halima also sat up across Ahmed's legs to me. "Let me help you Sammi?" That made me gulp, but didn't worry or upset me. I simply sat there as she leaned forward her breasts dangling tantalisingly. In such close up I could see the veins in each orb and all the little bumps on each areola. I felt Ahmed's hand on my bum as Halima slowly undid the press studs up the front of the nightdress. Looking from my eyes to my breasts and back again she pushed the thin lace off my shoulders. Ahmed also sat up and he pulled it from the back so that it slid off my arms and I was naked as they were. I had no idea what was going to happen or whether this was some tradition, but I felt very emotional, close to both of them, incredibly horny and very much in love, but with whom? "You are very beautiful Sammi" Halima said running her fingertips across my face as Ahmed ran his hand up and down my back. "And you are too Halima" I whispered. He reached forward and cupped one of Halima's big orbs and then one of mine. Instinctively I reached out for my lover's, no my husband's cock and found his first wife's hand there. That stroked my hand and placed it on his cock. I wrapped my fingers round it and slowly pumped it as Ahmed squeezed both Halima's and my breasts and pinched our nipples. It was by some margin the most erotic scene I had ever been in. The three of us naked on a bed, me stroking his cock and Halima cupping and squeezing his balls as our mutual lover fondled our breasts whilst both of us watched everything that was happening. Halima leaned forward and kissed Ahmed. He lifted her breast and squeezed it more firmly, his eyes catching mine over her shoulder. I could see the love and lust in his eyes and wondered jealously how much was for me and how much for Halima. He broke the kiss. Halima put her hands on my shoulders and pushed me towards Ahmed so that we kissed. At first, her hands remained on my shoulders, but then as the intensity of my kiss with him increased and I involuntarily squirmed my body towards him I felt them run up and down my back. Oddly, and I didn't understand it then, that didn't feel particularly sexually driven as having a woman's hand running up and down a girl's bare back should. It felt tender, caring, affectionate and, above all else, very loving indeed. As we continued kissing Ahmed slowly eased me onto my back. Still holding me, he lay alongside me with my hand wrapped round his cock that was pulsating in my palm. The kiss went on as he edged himself on top of me with Halima beside us. She held one of my hands and ran her fingertips around the palm over my wrist and up and down my arms. Ahmed pushed his way between my thighs so that the thick end of his cock was nuzzling against my lips. Although my mind was screaming 'He's going to fuck me in front of Halima' it didn't feel sordid or wanton, perverse or anything other than wonderful and so very tender and loving. Whispering just loud enough so that we would both hear, he said. "Welcome to our marriage Sammi" and then thrust his hips forward and filled my aching insides with his thick, throbbing cock. As he took me quickly towards my orgasm so Halima held my hands, rubbed my arms and ran her fingertips over my face. She flittered them across my eyebrows and eyelids, over my cheeks and round my lips. As my orgasm broke and Ahmed let out that series of low grunts that meant he was starting to cum, Halima slid a couple of fingers inside my mouth and round my gums. It seemed such a natural thing that as our husband held himself rigid inside me his sperm pouring out of his cock and into my cunt that I held Halima's hand and sucked her fingers as though they too were a cock. * Ahmed was away for several days again and Halima and I were together pretty much all the time. I had now been moved into the HR department to work with her so we travelled to and from work together meaning that other than when we slept we were together all the time. I enjoyed being with her. I loved the feeling of being needed and wanted by her, of being part of her and Ahmed's life and I suppose being loved and in love; that was all so new to me. I got such pleasure from walking arm and arm with her, the side of my arm occasionally squashing against her full breast, that she didn't move away. I loved holding hands and feeling one of her fingers caressing the back or palm of mine and I relished the moments when we kissed each other in the mornings and before going to our rooms alone at night. I had read up on Egyptian men having more than one wife and on harems on the Internet. Whilst the articles were mainly concerned with more wives than two and concubines, the way Halima and I were towards each other was typical of multi-wife marriages. For them to work, it seems, the women have to be in, at least, emotional love with each other and the central figure, the husband. That was certainly the way our three-way relationship was going. After Ahmed returned he once more opened my door and as I went into his room naked I saw that Halima's door was also open. She came through her door also naked. We smiled at each other as Ahmed called us to his bed. Lying either side of his wonderfully naked and excitingly rampant body he kissed us alternatively, properly starting with his wife one, Halima followed by me. That didn't concern me or make me jealous for I now understood the 'rules' and tradition and knew my place in them. So, as Ahmed and his first wife kissed and as I watched his hand cup and squeeze her full breasts so I ran mine over his chest and downwards. His swollen and very ready to fuck cock felt marvellous as I ran my fingers up and down it. I wasn't alone though for as Halima moaned her pleasure from Ahmed kissing her and pinching her nearly brown nipples so she too reached out for him. Our hands touched and she held mine and squeezed it. I squeezed back as we moved both hands to his cock. With hers on top of mine we rubbed his length before changing our hands round. I guided hers up and down the, what I knew was familiar to her, route of Ahmed's thick, long cock. He was groaning and writhing his body a little. "Suck me, please suck me" Ahmed grunted. I wasn't sure to who he was referring, but that didn't matter for I was eager to please him, I enjoy making oral love to a man and several times I had sucked him until he shot his load into my mouth and I swallowed his seed. That had pleased him and excited me for he had told me that Halima rarely swallowed. We had kissed after that with me transferring some of his cum back into his mouth. That excited both of us. Still holding his cock, I slithered downwards until my face was close to it. And then Hali joined me. We were both holding his cock and stroking his balls, stomach and thighs as we looked across him and into each other's eyes. We smiled across his cock as we both moved closer. I licked him near the base of his dick as Halima kissed the end before we changed over. "Shall I?" I whispered. She nodded and pulled his erection away from his flat, hairy stomach and held it for me ready to be sucked. Our gazes locked I wrapped my lips round it and slowly slid my mouth downwards until it was deep inside me the bulbous end tickling my throat. I started running my mouth up and down it as Halima squeezed and rubbed him her soft fingers also touching my chin and lips. She leaned forward getting her mouth close to his cock and, of course, also close to my lips that were running up and down him. It was her turn so I took him out and held it as she took him into her mouth. I slid down a little and sucked firstly one, then the other and then both of his balls into my mouth. At the same as we were doing that we were both stroking and caressing his stomach and thighs. Ahmed was making wonderfully appreciative noises and running his hands through both my blonde and Halima's black hair. "Oh ladies this is so wonderful" he grunted before lapsing into Arabic. Removing him from her mouth she whispered. "He's saying how amazing it is to have two women do this to him." That pleased and thrilled me. It was quite some feeling as wife two to be so involved with his wife one giving our mutual husband such pleasure and sexual excitement. I had never experienced such feelings. Looking into Halima's eyes and with our hands caressing and stroking him and frequently touching each other we licked, sucked, kissed and nibbled at Ahmed's cock and balls as well as at his stomach and the insides of his thighs. I could feel and assumed Halima could too that he was getting near. He had started pumping in and out of our hands and he had, if anything got even harder as men seem to when near to ejaculation. "Yes, oh yes" he muttered. "Are you near Ahmed?" I asked. "Yes so near so, very near this is amazing." "Do want to fuck either of us?" Halima asked. "No." "What do you want then?" She asked. "Let me cum like this?" He asked gripping my hair more tightly. I looked at her. "You ok with this?" "Yes Sammi." "In your or my mouth Halima?" She smiled. "Let him cum on our faces." I liked that idea. We both moved nearer to him and each other and started masturbating him with our hands as we continued licking and kissing him. He began thrusting his hips in time with our pumping so that he was effectively fucking the surrogate cunts that we were making with our fingers and palms. "Oh yes, oh yes, yes, fucking yes" he said making his typical series of deep, almost animalistic grunts. I was holding him quite firmly as the first spurt shot from his cock and hit me across my eyes and nose, with some dribbling onto my lips. I could feel more was coming so I aimed his cock at Halima and watched as our husband's spunk splashed across her face. We smiled at each other and we both held his hands as he muttered his thanks and told us how 'fucking marvellous' it was. We wriggled our way up the bed and his body. "See what you have done to us?" Halima smiled as Ahmed looked at our faces streaked with his cum. She went to wipe it off, but he said. "Wait." We both looked at him wondering what was coming next as he cupped one of each of our breasts. We looked at him as he said quietly. "Lick it off each other." That shocked me, but it also excited me. Could there really be many things more intimate and loving than two wives licking their husbands sperm from the other. I doubted it as he said it and doubted it even more as Halima moved very close to me with her mouth slightly open and her tongue out. "Ok darling?" she asked running her fingertips across my cheek. "Yes" I gulped my heart pounding as Ahmed pinched my nipple. Her tongue running across my eyebrow and cheek and down onto my upper lip felt wonderful; it was as sensuous a sensation as I had ever experienced. I closed my eyes as she slowly and gently licked the sperm from my face, seemingly lingering on my upper lip. I hadn't really realised that she had stopped when I heard her whisper. "Your turn Sammi." Most of Ahmed's cum was on her chin so it was easy for me to get my tongue to it and lick it into my mouth. "Don't swallow" Ahmed ordered us pulling us so that all three faces were close together. "Kiss me Halima" he whispered following the tradition of asking wife one first. I watched them kiss making sure I held the globules of his cum on the end of my tongue. He then kissed me and I slid my tongue into his mouth depositing most of his sperm on his tongue. He made and exaggerated swallowing movement and then pushed our faces together. "Now finish it off" he said as we gently kissed and rubbed our tongues together. * Ahmed was away from home even more over the next month or so. He was working on two big deals, one with a company in India and the other in Russia. Halima and I were alone most of the time. We worked closely together at the office, went shopping, swam and ate together most days. We were becoming closer and closer to each other. I couldn't quite understand our relationship. But then, when two woman are married to the same man it makes for a complicated situation. It was part older and younger sister, part rival in some ways, but also part lover. But the lover bit was also hugely complicated. We did very intimate things to each other when we were with our husband. He had fucked both of us in front of the other and, of course he had cum on our faces as we jointly masturbated him. We had held each other as he made love to us and we had helped the other as they climaxed. It all seemed so sexually natural. That is until we were alone together when we did nothing sexual at all. A couple of weeks after the cum on the faces episode when Ahmed had been away for five or six days, which was the longest he had been away since we had married he phoned one evening around nine. We were sitting in the garden enjoying the cool of the evening and just chatting and chilling. We had been sunbathing so we were both wearing bikinis and we'd had a light dinner served by the pool. "He said to put in on loudspeaker" Halima said putting her iPhone on the table beside her chair. "Hello Sammi" came out of the phone. "Hello Ahmed, how are you?" I replied. The three of us chatted for a while catching up on his trip and what had been going at home. "Ok now can you get your iPad Sammi please?" "Yes of course, I have it right here." "Ok go into my bedroom, both of you." "Hold on we are on the veranda" Halima said standing up. I did the same. We went into the house, up the stairs and into Ahmed's bedroom between Halima's and mine. "Ok we are in there" Halima said holding my hand. I think it struck her about the same time as it did me that this was the first time the pair of us had been in there without him. It was a little weird. "Right behind the plasma you will find a USB type lead that's plugged into the TV. Probably best you do it Sammi, knowing Hali's IT skills." We both smiled as I found the cable. "What now?" "Plug the end into the iPad." I did. "Now put the cam on." "Jesus" I couldn't help exclaiming as Ahmed's face came up on the fifty inch screen. "Sorry" I said for the slight blasphemy gripping Halima's hand tightly. "Don't worry Allah forgives you my dear, how are you both?" Again we chatted for a while as Halima and I worked out that he was in his bedroom in Mumbai. Unusually for him he was wearing his traditional white, arab thawb, or as we called it a dish dash; he looked quite dashing. "Just got back from an official dinner at the Egyptian Consulate and that's why I am wearing this" he told us. "You look good Ahmed" Halima told him. "Not half as good I can assure you as you two do." "Thank you kind sir" I smiled. "I have been away and celibate for too long." "Six days, my dear, hardly constitutes celibacy does it" Halima smiled? "Well it feels it." Halima was wearing an ankle-length, thin yellow sun-dress over her black bikini. I had a similar style, black voile dress over my white bikini. "How about you two?" "What do you mean?" Halima asked. "Are you both missing me?" "Of course" we said together. "And sex?" We looked at each other. "Don't be shy ladies." "Well Sam?" Halima said quietly. "Speak to your husband." Looking into the cam and then at Halima and back to Ahmed I croaked. "Yes of course and you Hali?" She was staring at me, her eyes seeming to be boring into mine as she replied. "Badly, Ahmed" she whispered moving her gaze from mine to his. "Why don't you both lie on my bed?" He asked adding. "Take the cam with you." I had an inkling what was going to happen and as we both got onto the bed from opposite sides my heart was pounding. There was a large pile of cushions and pillows. We lay back against them so we were lying down, but sitting up. "You look lovely" Ahmed said. "Thanks" we both replied. "Why don't you take your dresses off, they don't cover much, but they are a little annoying?" We both giggled as we did as he asked and laid there in our bikinis. "Mmmmm beautiful and so sexy" he said his voice coming over the microphone quite hoarsely. We looked at each other and smiled. "So now ladies the bras." I had guessed that this might turn into some form of phone sex for Ahmed and I had cybered a few times when I was back in England. Glancing from Halima next to me and Ahmed on the screen I reached behind me to undo my bra. "No Sammi, Hali you undo it." 'What's going on now?' I asked myself, but not for one moment thinking of refusing. I turned my back towards her. As I felt Halima's fingers on my back as she undid the bra clasp I felt a shudder go through me. "Mmmmm gorgeous Sam" Ahmed said clearly looking at my chest. "Yes darling they are" Halima said running her fingertips down my arm and taking hold of my hand. Her face was very close to mine as she whispered. "Your turn now Sammi." I got behind Halima and still feeling sexy shudders going through me I fumbled with the clasp. That came undone but her bra stayed in place the cups clinging manfully to her large boobs. She went to remove them, but stopped when Ahmed said quite sharply. The Ultimate Threesome "No Halima, you do it Sammi." "Do what?" "Take Halima's bra off and show me her lovely tits." My heart was pounding as I squatted opposite Halima our eyes locked. I looked down at her breasts with the bra cups clinging to them and the bra strap hanging down. She smiled encouragingly. "Go on Sammi" she whispered. My hands really were shaking as I put my arms out and took hold of the thin material of her bra. Inevitably, as I did that the back of my fingers rubbed against the soft flesh of her breasts. I felt Halima's body jerk and heard her gasp as I touched her. That only lasted a second or two for quickly I pulled the bra away from her breasts. "Mmmm now aren't they lovely?" Ahmed said from the mic on the iPad through the TV screen. "Yes" I whispered my gaze transfixed on the two, brown orbs hanging down a little onto the slight bulge of Halima's tummy. The feelings and sensations I had reminded me of the brief moments I had with Stephanie back at university. Steph's tits were nearly as big as Halima's, but being many years younger they were firmer, didn't sag as much and were slightly more pert if that term can really be applied to a double D rack, as Stephanie jokingly called them. "Touch them Sammi" I heard Ahmed croak from the mic. Whilst Halima and I had been getting closer and closer since Ahmed had taken me as his wife two, we had not done anything overtly sexual when we were alone together. Sure, there had been moments of sexual intimacy when we were making love with Ahmed, but not when he was absent. We hadn't discussed it, but I suspected that Halima felt the same as I did and that if we did anything 'behind his back' that would be tantamount to us being unfaithful to our mutual husband. I suspected that he too would look unfavourably on his two wives having sex together without him. Clearly, though Ahmed did not consider us becoming increasing intimate with each other in his presence, both virtual and reality, as being anything untoward, but then it seemed neither of us minded either. My eyes locked on Hali and having great awareness of Ahmed watching us via the cam I slowly reached out towards her. I didn't know which way to touch them at first. I hesitated with my hands a few inches from the large orbs pointing upwards and my fingers spread. I saw Halima smile knowingly and that made me realise with a bit of a jolt that she was more experienced in this than me. I didn't know what to make of that, but that was pushed out of my mind by her taking my hands, turning them so they pointed downwards and then placed them on her breasts. With her hands beneath mine she squeezed and that made me squeeze her. The feeling was wonderful and a little sigh escaped from my mouth. "Mmmmm that's lovely Sammi" Halima said quietly, but loud enough for our husband to hear. And indeed it was lovely. The sensations, both physically and emotionally that were being created by my touch on such an intimate and womanly part of her body were amazing. Ahmed watching what we were doing added something, actually a great deal to the whole atmosphere, although that was difficult either, to quantify or, describe. As I cupped and caressed, squeezed and stroked her, so I watched mesmerised as Halima's hands slowly reached out for me. The feelings as she did to me almost exactly what I was doing to her simply multiplied those I was already experiencing. I could feel my orgasm starting and I heard a deep sigh and a little grunt slip from my mouth. Halima shuffled forward nearer to me, her big breasts wobbling enticingly as she did. She put her hands on my shoulders and rather awkwardly as our legs got in the way, she pulled me to her, although my hands were still holding her tits; it was almost as they were glued to them. As her hands slid down my back so I removed mine and slipped them round her waist the quite obvious excess flesh of her 'spare tyre' not being the least bit off-putting. She pulled me towards her and our breasts squashed together with hers engulfing mine completely. It was a heady feeling to have my tits squashed by another pair. "Kiss her Sammi" Ahmed whispered. I glanced at the cam and saw Ahmed nod so I kissed her. It turned into a long, teasing and passionate kiss with both of us sucking on the other's upper and lower lips in turn and probing inside the other's mouth with our tongues. In some ways, the kissing seemed to be more intimate and made us closer than the earlier breast caressing or even the merging of our nipples and flesh. At last we broke. I think it was Ahmed speaking that broke the spell that we had drifted into. "That is truly beautiful ladies" we both heard, glancing up at the same time. Ahmed was now standing. Looking directly into his cam he reached down, grasped the dish dash just below his hips and pulled it upwards. I was pleased he didn't do it slowly like a male stripper for that never works with men, as it does with women. He was gloriously erect and posed for us for a few moments as he ran his fingertips up and down the thick length of the smooth, hard flesh we both knew so well. He sat on a chair right in front of the cam. "Sit on the end of the bed." We did as he asked. Halima slipped her arm round my shoulders and I snaked mine round her waist. We looked at our husband as he started rubbing his lovely cock. "Ok ladies join in" he said huskily. I wasn't sure whether he meant for us to rub each other or just ourself so I hesitated, waiting for Halima. When I saw her slip her hand between her legs I did the same. We both rubbed our pussies outside our bikini panties; it felt wonderful. That was not simply because I was stimulating my clit, but also I realised because I was being watched by my husband and co-wife and I was watching them. All of my senses were being invigorated simultaneously. Ahmed was using long, slow strokes on his thick cock that in my aroused state looked even more desirable than it usually did, even when it was in my hand or mouth. Halima's hand was inside her panties and mine was rubbing right on my clit through the thin material. "Take them off" he grunted. "Show me your cunts." The use of the c word can be so off-putting and vulgar sounding, but can also sound wonderful. As used by Ahmed in these circumstances it sounded perfect. We both wriggled our bikini panties down our legs and off and then masturbated our naked pussies and clits in front of the others. It was without a shadow of a doubt the most erotic situation I had ever encountered. It made me think and wonder at just where this amazing relationship would go for it really was becoming the ultimate threesome.