I -- Shireen's Pool Party
"Dearest, are you sure I have to wear a swimsuit at the party?"
"Of course, dear," I replied, "I am sure you do not want to look really out of place."
"But this is Saudi and not the kind of dress that the locals permit," Shireen was adamant.
"I know that, but we are in an expatriate compound and may as well be somewhere in Western Europe as far as local laws apply," I answered, hoping that my point would be made.
Shireen and I married young; I was moving to Saudi, right after my graduation from college in the US for the start of my first real management job; she had not yet turned twenty. She was a typical Pakistani girl, from a conservative Peshawar-based Pathan family, but thankfully the kind that believed in getting her the best of education available in the city. I am from Islamabad, which though not the universal centre of liberty is Paris compared to Peshawar. Despite strong pressures from home, we had decided to hold off on having kids till we were at least financially independent of debts incurred during my college years.
Did I mention that despite all her conservative values on display, we had a wonderful sex life? In bed she could be a veritable tigress. Many a night I had thanked my stars and my aunts for arranging this match. Though she was not averse to anal intercourse on occasion, given the fact that this was a popular activity notably among the Pathans, she had never given me a blow job, let me suck her pussy or use any sort of sex toys. She continued to have as tight a cunt as could be and would milk me dry every time we made love, which in our first year of marriage was pretty frequent.
"Hernan has invited all of his friends to a party at our pool next weekend," she advised me as I walked in the door.
This was a surprise in itself since Hernan worked for the same company and we saw each other many times during the course of the day. He certainly had not mentioned anything to me, but obviously she had received the message. I knew that Hernan had a hard-on for Shireen ever since she had arrived in Saudi after our wedding, given that she was the youngest of the company wives and certainly the prettiest. He had made a point of inviting us a number of times since her arrival to various events, and given that I had frequent business trips out of town, he made sure that she was never alone by usually getting a few of the guys over at our house where Shireen would feed them home made food and they would help her get over the tension of being by herself for extended periods of time. That nothing untoward had happened between Hernan and Shireen, I was confident, but still it was thrilling and very satisfying to know that I had something that people desired a great deal.
Hernan was from Peru, had also been educated in the US and lived on the same compound as we did. The company we worked for had placed most of its international staff in this location and quite a few of us were living in town houses around one of the pools on the rather large facility.
"Shireen, you are not going to need those shalwar, kameez and dupattas at the party," I advised her, "are you planning on being the odd person out?"
"What are you expecting me to wear?" she wondered. After all, it had taken much time before she had actually graduated to wearing pants and shirts, and had no experience of any other dress type. She was actually one of the few expat females who were happy with wearing the black all-covering abaya that was accepted practice in the country.
"The normal dress code at a pool party is shorts or swimwear," I told her and got a look of near horror, "but don't worry, I'll handle things if there are any issues," I was most assuring.
"Akbar, do you have any problem with the fact that I let you enjoy my body any way you want," she reasoned, "Why is it that you have to put me on display for everyone else also?"
Shireen pooh poohed my conviction that everybody there that would be in that sort of attire and that it was very much a part of her wifely duties, being a rather religious person, to heed the suggestion of her husband.
I ran into Lana, the wife of another colleague, who also happened to be a neighbour on the same pool. "So are you guys coming to the party?" she inquired.
"Sure we are, but Shireen may have an issue with wearing a swimsuit," I let her know my concern, "in fact she does not even have one."
"Let me help change her mind," she offered.
The day before the party, Lana's husband, Ghassan, dropped off a bunch of wrapped packages. "These should look phenomenal on Shireen, make sure she gets into the mood and the clothes for the party!" said the note from Lana, attached to a receipt for a sizable amount. Inside were a few tight tank tops, shorts and very skimpy swimsuits, both one piece and bikinis. It is really surprising, given the overt conservatism of the country, that one could buy the latest and sexiest short ladies outfits in any major department store.
I deliberately replaced the clothes she had laid out on the bed for the evening, with a swimsuit, a tank top and a pair of shorts. She was visiting a friend off the compound and did not know what I had been up to. When she returned almost at dusk, just as the first party guests were showing up, I was getting myself ready. Shireen pulled me out of the shower, holding the sexy outfits in her hand. "What exactly are these and who are they for?" she demanded.
"Take a look outside and tell me what you think," I responded in a most soothing tone, indicating that if she was not comfortable I would try to fix things. She noted that all the women at the pool were indeed wearing short and revealing clothes. Still she was not easily swayed and was in a huff going back into the room. I waited in the shower for an extra ten minutes or so, hoping she would cool down.
Luckily, by the time I returned to our room, Shireen was beginning to come over to my point of view. Apparently, Lana had called while I was showering and asked if she liked the new clothes and remarked that she would look great. I told her that since everyone was similarly attired, she did not have to be shy about wearing something suitable for the location. Reluctantly, she finally agreed and chose a pair of shorts and a tank top. Smartly she added a pair of flip flops that would not get wet in the vicinity of the pool.
Outside, we noted that quite a few of the expected guests were still not there. I put this down to the oriental habit of being fashionably late enough. I was completely excited at the thought of many men, who were there, staring at Shireen's relatively exposed body for the first time. And believe me, she was looking swell and drawing a fair share of attention at the party. She had unusually long and shapely legs for a Pakistani female and her better than average height meant that her figure was quite statuesque. Bare today, her legs looked sensational and I could feel that she was aroused by the skimpy attire.
"My God, Shireen, you're good enough to eat," Hernan remarked, coming over to us and chancing a kiss to her cheek. Surprisingly, she let him kiss her left cheek, whereupon he also did the same on the left. While the thought must have crossed his mind, he wisely decided not to give her a peck on her lips, which she may have objected to.
"I do hope you have a swimsuit under that," he pointed at her shorts and stressed, "You will be joining everyone in the pool soon."Shireen turned a healthy shade of red.
Hernan put his arms around her waist and pulled her along, "come dear, let me introduce you to a few people here." As they walked away to a group of folks on the other side, leaving me standing as if I had not existed, I noted his hand slip down to her behind and squeeze her cheek. A pregnant pause followed as she took a couple of steps, with his hand on her rear and then tactfully pulled it up to her waist again. Fully understanding that she was not going to allow any hanky panky, he let go as they came up to the people he wanted her to meet. I should have been angered at the fact that he was groping my wife in public, but instead felt quite turned on.
Very soon the party was at full swing, with partially clothed bodies all around. A few of the guys and the odd wife or girlfriend had started to play water polo or other games that were allowing close contact in the pool. The uninvited but welcome arrival of a few Saudia stewardesses, who were ending their contracts and returning to Britain in a few days and had been visiting friends in the vicinity, altered the gender mix in a rather nice way. By and large everyone appeared to be blowing off steam from the otherwise restrictive Saudi environs, and this party certainly had the potential of leading into uncharted directions. Shireen, not having had a swimming lesson her whole life, understandably stayed away from the pool, though mingling with the guests and occasionally siding up to me, with a sexy smile on her face. She knew I was getting aroused and that tonight we would be fucking each others' brains out.
"Shireen, come on join us in the pool," some of the guys urged, hoping to get close to her.
"I cannot," she said, "no swimsuit!"
"Hey come on," the group turned its attention to me, "are you guys joining in or not?"
She looked at me for suggestions and with a quick hand gesture I suggested she run in to the house and get into her swimsuit. She mouthed a definite no to the idea. However, the cajoling of the guys and my doe eyed look kept working at her resolve. Apparently the mood of the party had warmed her up and she decided to do as I had suggested, heading the fifty feet or so home to change.
Fifteen minutes passed before I noticed the door open and Shireen stepping out. She had opted for the striped black and white one piece suit, rather than any of the bikinis. While she was already putting a good deal of her flesh on display, the bikini would likely have appeared considerably risqué to her.
Catcalls and whistles rent the air as most of the guys turned to look at her make an entrance into the pool area. She was certainly blushing, but also enjoying the compliments all the same. Walking up to me, she twirled and said, "Happy with the change of outfit?" Was I happy? My dick was already straining and I thanked my stars that I was still in my denims, which helped keep the erection from being too obvious.
"You know I cannot swim, so are you coming in and staying with me on the shallow end?" she ordered more than requested me.
"Why don't you sit by the side," I suggested, "and I'll be back in a moment." I figured she would be fine while I changed.
Coming back, in my shorts, I noted Shireen grabbing on to the bar at the other end of the pool from where I had left her. Nick was next to her and appeared to be helping her stay above water. As she bobbed up and down and fought to keep afloat, she slowly made her way to the shallow side, holding the bar the whole time. I could see Nick guiding her with an arm around her midriff, clearly grabbing on to her boobs every so often, while the other held her mouth up. As both his arms were around her, his midsection appeared moulded to her rear end. It took a while before she was in a place where she could stand unassisted.
