Shireen's Story

"I'll get them developed in Beirut next week," he assured us, "and I am sure you will like the results."

I was certain that he would probably like them more and a bit concerned that my relatively unclothed wife's pictures might become popular pin ups for some of the company bachelors and others, who may get their hands upon them, to be jacking off to.

Still I certainly was delighted, more so because the unintended show was over, and also because she was completely turned on by now and the night to come promised much. Hernan's eyes nearly popped out and his midsection also twitched noticeably as Shireen went up to him and whispered, "Is this what you were expecting?" into his ear. He could hardly swallow a morsel of the tasty barbecue as his eyes stayed on her throughout dinner time.

Ron and Hicham, two of the bachelors at the party, suggested we join their team for the game of pool volleyball that was just about to start, the food having been dispensed with. Shireen reminded them that she could not swim and was reassured that the game was set up across the shallow end and that she would be able to stand easily while playing. As we entered the pool, the game referee stopped me, saying that the teams already had an equal number of female and male players with Shireen's arrival. I noted each team had two female players and a larger number of guys, which made sense since there were only a dozen or so ladies attending, inclusive of the Saudia girls.

As Shireen went in, the guys started playing around and splashed water on her. After a few moments she also got into the mood and reacted, splashing back. They were fairly proximate, but the guys kept getting closer and finally started brushing up against her during and at the end of each point. By this time she was too much into the game to care, given that the teams were neck and neck. Surprisingly she did not seem to mind when Hicham and Ron sandwiched her side on, each cupping one of her breasts in one their hands, feeling up her rear with the other hands as they lifted her out of the water and back, and congratulating her for a nice return of serve.

When finally Shireen was allowed out of the pool, maybe an hour after she had gone in, she looked exhausted due not only to the time in the water, but more from the fact that she was immensely aroused. "Can we go home now?" she made it clear that the party was done. Despite protests from Hernan and others, we were among the first to take our leave.

From the reduction in voices coming from the pool area soon after, it was clear that the event was winding down and just past midnight the stereo shut off for good. However, that was the signal for Shireen to get back into action with me. And boy did she give me a workout worthy of the record books.

"So what turned you on the most during the party?" I was kidding around in a non-serious manner, after we had coupled for the umpteenth time.

"While you were talking to Lana, near the pit, and I was playing in the pool," she let me know, "Hicham and Ron grabbed me front and back in the water and made a Shireen sandwich as they called it."

"And what is that?"

"Ron put his hands down my bikini bottom and rubbed my pussy while Hicham squeezed my breasts," she gave me a sly confessional smile.

"Really!" I was surprised they had taken such a chance and in public.

"I thought the touches were accidental the first time, but they did the same sort of thing again after another point was won by our side," she continued.

"But the third time they then changed positions and Hicham put his hand down my panties and fingers in my pussy as Ron grabbed my boobs and caressed my rear," she described things in graphic detail.

I was amazed that she had allowed such access to them, "What did you do in return?"

"What else," she confessed, "I climaxed!"

"Did you let them do more?" I really had to know.

"Are you kidding, I grabbed the cock of the one behind and dug my nails in hard to make him stop!" she detailed her actions, "and I kneed the guy in front, right in his groin, bending him over in pain!"

"And did they?" I could vaguely remember both of them leaving the pool, appearing to be in some sort of pain but wanted to be sure.

"Of course they did dear, I was not going to let them fuck me," she answered, "despite all the liberty you've wanted me to take during the party, I doubt you would have been happy if I had done so!"

It certainly had been a wonderful party and Shireen's sexual growth was clearly one of the benefits. As to whether or not I would have been delighted about her getting intimate with the two guys in a more sexual manner, I would find out later in time.

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II -- Shireen Gets Artsy

"Shireen, that is an awesome picture," Francesca ventured, "I did not know you had modelling talent."

"Oh no, it is just a picture from a party last year in Saudi," Shireen responded.

"Take my word, you do have the spark," Francesca added, "and it certainly looks like it was one hell of a party."

"Oh it sure was awesome," Shireen smiled as she reminisced about the last, and only, pool party she had ever been to.

Our move to North America was as unexpected as it was welcome. Saudi soon became a memory but not the excitement that the last pool party had generated into our sex life. I had been planning on getting an MBA and the acceptance from a top West Coast school was too tempting to turn down. Sure it meant giving up a nice tax-free position in the Middle East, but in the bigger scheme of things was a good career and life move. Shireen had also decided to complete her schooling, having given up on higher education when we were married. Luckily, coming from Pakistan, a country from where females were not highly represented in US schools, she was able to secure a reasonable level of scholarship and need-based funding, or I would have certainly not be able to cover the cost of two degrees.

Francesca was also a sophomore at the college. She had returned to school after a few years doing odd jobs and saving money. While neither of them were even 25, they could relate to each other as mature students, having experienced life outside of school. Shireen had run into her during her fine art class and the friendship had been immediate. Though she could not be called pretty, she was reasonably attractive. Francesca nevertheless did have a nice body, though it was a pity that she did not have better fashion sense, usually dressing up in unisex items that hid all her potential.

True to promise, Ghassan had the film from the pool party developed on his next trip to Beirut. On our farewell dinner, as we were heading out of Saudi, he had presented me with a package. Inside were nearly a dozen typing paper sized pictures of Shireen in her bikini. Only a couple also had me along with her. Also included in the package were all the negatives for her pictures. A second large round tube had two copies of a poster size picture of her lounging on a deck chair. I was wondering about the second copy, when Ghassan sided up to Shireen and asked if she could autograph it for him.

"Lana is so jealous that I took these pictures, so that is why all the negatives are in you package," he told her, "but would you mind greatly if you sign this one just for me to keep!"

"Sure I will," Shireen took the marker pen and wrote on the picture, "just do not get into any trouble with Lana on my account, or be going around claiming some sort of conquest either!" Ghassan had a sheepish look as she returned the poster to him. I was pretty sure that Lana would tear him a second asshole, should she ever catch him drooling over my wife's near naked visage. And she surprised me further by writing something on the other poster copy and then presenting it to Hernan, along with a completely unexpected quick kiss on his lips, as thanks for everything he had done for her in particular. I was sure that the picture occupied a position of honour somewhere in his apartment. When I had quizzed her about what she had written, I realized she had quite a naughty streak in her, having given Hernan the picture with the comment, "Don't forget me, maybe next time you may get lucky!"

I had walked in on Francesca and Shireen and found them looking over our wedding and other pictures. Francesca could not believe that we had not dated prior to getting married and that the arrangement had been courtesy of our parents and assorted relatives. She was intrigued by the wedding photos, which were so very different from anything she had ever seen before. But her jaw dropped when she came across the pool party shots, which somehow Shireen had never separated from our other more routine pictures.

"Akbar, she looks dazzling," Francesca admitted, while Shireen was in the kitchen fetching snacks, "you know she could make a few bucks if she modeled for the art and photography classes."

"What do you mean?" my interest was piqued. Though Shireen did have a substantial amount of scholarship funding, the cost of the business degree and the unaccounted charges related to living in America were making a serious dent in my savings. Should she be able to bring in some funds, it would really help out with the day to day expenses.

"If Shireen can handle hours of sitting around motionless and if Professor Rickard is amenable, she could be working for quite a few hours weekly," she explained.

Shireen heard the conversation and, knowing the financial situation, was open to meeting the relevant professor over the next day or two.

"I got the job and can start from the day after tomorrow" she advised me a couple of days later, but I could see there was some concern evident on her face.

"That's great, so what is the problem?"

"Most of the classes need human subjects for the students to draw," she explained, "and most are not too much trouble as they will be doing portraits or human interest pictures."

"So, why are you worried?"

"There are a number of classes, where the students are learning to draw the human form," she added, "the problem is that I have to sign on for all the classes, if the Professor is to accept me, and that involves my modeling nude in a few of them!"

On one hand, I could understand her reticence. Wearing a bikini at a pool party was one thing. Having your privates on display, and for extended periods of time, was a different ball game. Sure the fee for doing so was pretty decent, in a student sort of way. But truly, I was again feeling aroused at the prospect of Shireen doing something so radical. Yeah, people would be looking at her, very closely indeed, but the pudding would still be mine to eat. And, I anticipated, she might get more interesting in bed as she burnt off the tension from each session.

"What is the class make up like?"

"Overwhelmingly female in all three classes," she replied, "but there are two to three guys in every section, including the human form one."

"You do not have to do this if you are uncomfortable about the guys," I reassured her.

"Really, I thought the idea of my being nude in a crowd of guys would turn you on!" she had been reading my mind.

"Now that you mention it, I think it would be a real hot and tasty appetizer for the evening, every time you have a day time class," there was no need to disagree.

The first few days and even weeks passed without undue concern. Apparently the human form class started later in the semester, but had longer class hours. Shireen was happily into the modeling assignment, so far not needing to remove all her clothing. This experience was also building up her confidence that the next half would also be manageable as everyone had been professional and helpful so far. I had occasionally stopped by and, although the class normally did not allow outsiders to be present, it was felt that if I was there, Shireen would be more amenable to the job. And true to expectation, every time she had to be in an outfit or situation that was somewhat sensual, the night would be wonderful for us both.

But as Dr. Rickard asked her to go behind the curtain and disrobe for the first of the human form classes, Shireen felt all the apprehensions that she had bottled up so far. The Professor herself was a fifty-something matron, who quickly went over to my wife and gave her, what I figured was, a comforting talk. Surprisingly Shireen let out a giggle and shook her head to indicate she was okay with the task. The first few classes were focusing on the torso and upper body, so she only had to be topless. I had made a point to attend and indicated my concurrence by blowing her a kiss. I later learned the good Professor had remarked to her that the guys in her class probably had gay tendencies and even someone as pretty as her would not turn them on, a comment which had her giggling.

Shireen stepped up to the podium, her breasts full and tits erect, her face and most of her body a notable shade of red. The entire class gave her a good look over, as she posed according to direction, and simply went about the task of sketching. As predicted by the Professor, the guys there seemed not to particularly care that a stunning 20-something female, with an exotic background, was standing partially naked in front of them. I wondered if they were truly gay or just desensitized to the human form, having been in many such classes. My cock, however, was straining tightly, and I had to leave, for fear of coming in my pants, with no second pair available.

Due to a late evening class, I did not get home till about 10 p.m. The lights were out, except for a few rays filtering down from upstairs. I figured Shireen was upstairs and proceeded towards the bedroom. Just as I entered, the light was turned off and the house went pitch dark. I stepped into the bedroom as the lights came on again, displaying a large canvas frame that was resting on the floor and standing a good six feet high. More importantly, in front, Shireen was posed with her arms over her head, her breasts taut, and just a large scarf around her waist covering her pussy. She stayed perfectly motionless as I put my arms around her, sucked her tits, caressed her body and untied the scarf. My mouth closed on hers and I pushed her on to the bed. Her legs opened and I fought to remove my garments. In no time, my dick was buried deep in her. No longer acting immobile, Shireen came alive and pushed back, scratched my back and bit down on my lip. As I came mightily, just after she had let out a gasp of immense satisfaction, I surmised that the class had certainly done wonders for her libido.

Her comfort level having grown over the past few weeks, Shireen sportingly stepped out stark naked in front of the class when the full nudity part started. The Professor had given her a heads up, in a phone call, the day before and I wondered why she giggled so much as she carried out the conversation. Apparently, the two had hit upon some sort of magic code that allowed her to let go of her shyness and the Professor had continued to reinforce the message to her. This time, however, the guys in the group looked at her with appreciation and I was double minded whether they were indeed gay. The class soon settled into its usual routine; I figured that the night was going to be busy and it was time to get to my classes.

We were almost at the end of the term; I had just one more semester before I got my degree; Shireen had a few more sessions of modeling before her check came due. I was getting serious about searching for my next job; one I expected would deliver a much bigger financial package than I had ever seen before. She was also close to completing her bachelor's degree and was rightly proud of this accomplishment.

But all peaceful times have a natural end and the schedule for the last three weeks of the session had Shireen reconsidering the job. Professor Rickard had advised that she would be joined by a male model during this period and that the very last part of the course was titled something like the human form in erotica. Having had no issues with the other two classes, which remained rather tame as far as her dress requirements were concerned, with a swimsuit needed on the odd occasion, the prospect of losing out on a lot of effort grated on her mind. At the same time, while now quite comfortable with being nude for the class audience, and even the odd visitor, she was very unsure of interacting with an equally naked male person, and particularly for the type of poses she imagined the final week or so would require.

A slight accident with our vehicle, while Shireen was driving, had led to our insurance rates rising. She felt particularly bad about this and perhaps it was this fact that swayed her mind in favour of completing the assignment and getting paid for the entire slog. After all, she reasoned, the guy was also doing his job and that everyone had been acting above board to date. Dr. Rickard was understandably relieved that Shireen was going to stay through to the end of the course. I was of course keen that she continued with the assignment, the almost certain sex play following each session was something to look forward to, but even more so the fact that she was expressing her sexuality and being appreciated for it was all the convincing I needed to push her to be more and more adventurous.

Fred walked right up to her as she hesitated before disrobing. "It is okay, I will look the other way," he tried to make small conversation and reassure her at the same time. I had learned that he had been doing this sort of work for a couple of years, so had the experience to put his coworkers at ease. He was a tall, fair skinned, good looking guy, and perhaps gave off an aura of sincerity, even with the earring he wore in one ear. Giving her head a final shake, as if to convince herself, Shireen dropped the robe and went up to the podium. True to his word, Fred looked away as she waited for directions.

The Professor suggested that Shireen stand, with one leg extended a bit in front of the other. Fred was to kneel, with his face looking upward from her midsection. One of her hands was to rest on his shoulders and the other on her waist as she looked towards a distant object. His arms were to go around one of her legs as if he was hanging on as she was moving forward. As they set up, I saw that his arms were brushing the underside of her torso including her pussy and rectum, and that his hands were clasped around her left upper leg and buttock. Every so often, Fred had to relax his neck by lowering it, which put his face into direct contact with her vagina. I was certain that on occasion he had flicked his tongue in to the rapidly moistening opening. Shireen had either not registered the touch or was uncertain what to do, while getting turned on all the same.

At the next session, they were focusing on what looked to me like ballet forms, whereby Shireen had to come right up against Fred and lean back, with her hands outstretched. He supported her with his hands both allowing her to bend backwards at her waist and also to hold her lower body to him. This put their privates in direct contact. Shireen continued to be sporting about the job, and our sex kept getting more intense. But I could swear that if the opportunity had presented itself, Fred would have plunged his penis into her without a thought.

Professor Rickard pulled me over at the end of next session as Shireen dressed up to go home. "Akbar, the last session is on erotica," she advised, "by policy this is closed to visitors and I cannot make an exception in your case." I would have to sit out the most worrisome sessions of her job, something neither of us was happy with, but accepted as there was no other choice. To be honest, the term was ending and it was important to focus on completing my courses and exams and be in good stead for the job search over the coming four to six months. While intrigued about what would be going on, I appreciated the fact that I did not have to accompany Shireen to two weeks' worth of classes that would certainly dig into my study time.