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Opportunities for foreign assignments with large, American owned companies can be very lucrative. In some cases, expatriates can earn up to three times their normal salary, while at the same time having housing and food provided for free. My wife and I recently got such an opportunity to go to Saudi Arabia for two years, and it came at a perfect time in our lives.My name is Alan, and my wife, Karen, and I were forty-two years old at the time. Our two kids were in college and living away from home anyway, so we didn?t have anything stopping us from accepting the assignment. Our biggest concern was the very restrictive, religion-based culture in Saudi Arabia, and especially how women are treated.I am a project manager for a major construction company and would be overseeing a large infrastructure project that our company had won the bid for in the Riyadh area. Karen is a registered nurse, and the company helped her to find employment in a nearby hospital. Arabic is the national language there, but we learned that English is spoken by many people in the hospital and in business life, and I would be provided a translator as needed. We had two months? notice before the move, so both Karen and I enrolled in a company-provided, Arabic language course, so we would be able to handle basic, verbal communication with the Saudi nationals.We would be living in a company compound on the outskirts of the city and provided a Saudi driver who would provide us with security outside of the compound. We also had Pakistani and Indian domestic help which was shared by the other three expatriate families in our compound. Their jobs were to keep our homes clean and prepare food for us.Karen was required to wear an abaya when out in public, which is a long, black robe that covers her from neck to feet. She would also need to wear a niqab which covers the head, hair and face, with only the eyes showing. When working in the hospital, she would wear the same types of clothing, except it would be white in color. I could wear long, loose-fitting pants and loose long-sleeved shirts if I wanted to. However, I was strongly encouraged to wear the ankle-length garment called a thobe, which is similar to a robe with long sleeves that's worn by Saudi men, to allow me to fit in better with the culture. We could wear clothes of our choosing when in our company compound.The dress codes, and other cultural mandates, are enforced by the religious police to promote modesty and chasteness. Those same police make sure that unrelated, single men and women are not in public together. We did a little research and found several articles that discussed some of the effects that restricting normal sexual expression has on some of the population.I didn?t know how true it was at the time, but although homosexuality is a grievous sin in Saudi, the restrictive culture actually leads to more men seeking each other out for sexual relief. Those same restrictions also cause some foreign women to be at risk for sexual advances or even assault from Saudi men. There seems to be a prevailing feeling that Western women, and especially Americans, have loose morals and are easy to approach for sex. Conversely, Saudi women are considered to be untouchable due to the harsh punishments for any infidelity.The Saudi men and other men of color working as domestic help, who are also from sexually repressed countries, are attracted to fair-skinned, blonde-haired, and blue-eyed women. It seems ironic to me that the very rules meant to ensure chasteness, are likely responsible for the men being even more sexually aroused and horny much of the time.Karen and I talked a lot about whether she would feel comfortable in that type of restrictive and somewhat risky environment, especially since she has exceedingly fair, alabaster skin, naturally-blonde hair, and sparkling blue eyes. She is also five feet and eight inches tall and weighs one hundred and twenty-five pounds, with full and voluptuous 36DD breasts and a gorgeous, shapely ass. In the end, we felt like she would be safe since her body would be fully covered when out in public, except for her eyes.I must admit that the thought of horny men being attracted to Karen turns me on. She is a beautiful woman, and I always considered myself lucky to be married to her. I am not a big guy, at only five feet and nine inches tall and with a slim build, weighing only one hundred and fifty pounds. I'm also a natural blonde with blue eyes and am fairly good looking. I think Karen was attracted to me because I am smart and charming. I'm definitely not a rugged and macho guy, and some would say that I might even look a little feminine. For that reason, it always makes me feel better about myself and proud when good looking, athletic men are attracted to my wife.We Bostancı Escort (http://www.atasehirmos.com/) have a good sex life, even though I have a small, four-inch dick, and Karen usually takes the dominant role in our love making. She likes having me eat her out both before and after we have sex. She sometimes likes to fantasize that other, big-cocked men of color had been fucking her when she sits on my face and ?forces? me to eat my own cum. As far as I know she has never cheated on me, but the fantasy of it was a big turn on for both of us.The company made the move to Riyadh very easy for us, and they even managed the rental of our home while we were away on the assignment. The first person we met on arrival in Riyadh was Abdul, our Saudi driver, who took us from the airport to our home in the compound, after stopping at a shop in the city for us to purchase our first abayas and thobes.He is a rugged, muscular looking man at about six feet tall with medium-olive skin and what looked to be a scruffy, three-day growth of beard. He sure looked menacing enough to be able to provide our security. We were not yet wearing our more-modest clothes, and Abdul could hardly keep his dark eyes off Karen?s legs and big tits in her revealing skirt and sleeveless blouse.When we arrived at the compound we met Kareem, the Pakistani domestic who served as a kind of head-butler for the four families in the compound. He would be helping all of us acclimate to our new lives there. He is also rugged looking and has a medium-olive complexion, and part of his job is to provide security for us when we're in our homes. Our house cleaner and cook is a Tamil Indian, named Rafat. He is short at about five feet and seven inches tall and has dark-brown skin. It was interesting that we were able to dress as we wanted in the compound, even though our driver, butler and cook are all horny-looking Middle-Eastern men who incessantly stared at Karen, with no concern that we saw them ogling her.It's very hot there, and thankfully we had sufficient air conditioning to keep us cool. Our first night of sex was good, as Karen fantasized that she was being fucked by our rugged driver and butler, before feeding me my own cum. There was just something about the way those men seemed so manly and stared at her so hungrily that raised the sexual tensions for both of us.The next morning Abdul dropped Karen off at the hospital before taking me and the other three company employees to our work location. I was having a hard time getting used to wearing the long thobe, and I?m sure that Karen was even more uncomfortable in her abaya and niqab. My day went very well, and I was soon in the swing of things doing my job. I was able to communicate in Arabic for the most part, only using the interpreter a few times. I could hardly wait to talk with Karen that night to see how things went at the hospital.After eating the nice dinner of local cuisine prepared for us by Rafat, we sat around the living room listening to music and talking. I asked Karen about her day and she replied, ?It was really hard to get used to the abaya and niqab at first, but by the end of the day I hardly noticed that I was wearing it. And despite my body being fully covered, except for my eyes, I still attracted a lot of attention from the male doctors, nurses, and administrators. Maybe it's just because I was new, and everyone was curious about me being an American woman, or maybe my fair skin and blue eyes were attractive to them.?She paused to take a sip of her cool drink and continued, ?I was surprised that even with the religious police patrolling the area, many of the men were flirting with me. Some of the men even found situations where they could press up against me in ways that seemed innocent at the time. And when I went outside during my lunch break to do some shopping, several Saudi men made suggestive comments to me about being an American whore.""I asked one of the other nurses who is from the Philippines whether I should have reported some of those men to the religious police. She said that they would never take the word of an expatriate woman over that of Saudi men, and it would be best to just tolerate some of their rudeness. And besides, I have to admit that it felt good to be desired that way, and I enjoyed some of their crudeness.?We had another great night of sex that night when we went to bed, and Karen was clearly turned on by the attention she was getting from those men. She said that some of the male doctors are very handsome, and she definitely felt big cock lumps when they seemingly innocently rubbed themselves against her. She was much more turned on than I could ever remember her being when we fantasized, in all our years of marriage.As the week progressed, Karen Bostancı Escort Bayan (http://www.atasehirmos.com/) told me more and more stories about how the men in the hospital and on the street were pursuing her and even making sexual advances. The thought of those horny men so openly lusting after my wife was very arousing to me, and I wanted to see for myself what it's like to be in her situation. Maybe it was my submissive sexual nature, but for some reason I wanted to experience the thrill of being pursued by the Saudi men.Friday night after dinner, I said to Karen, ?I believe what you are telling me about those men, but I want to experience it for myself. I?m going to borrow your black abaya and niqab, which should fit me since we are almost the same size, and have Abdul take me into the city late tomorrow afternoon. I just want to walk around the streets and see if the men treat me the same way as they do you, thinking that I am a woman.?Karen laughed and said, ?Oh my goodness, honey, that would be so kinky for you to dress like a woman in public that way. But aren?t you worried about being caught? We were taught in our orientation that Saudi Arabia forbids men to imitate women in dress or other ways, and women are also forbidden from imitating men. A man dressing that way is considered to be committing a sin, and to be weak, woman-like, and submissive, as well as possibly being homosexual. That would bring shame on himself and his family, and subject him to the ridicule, scorn and the abuse of others.??I have to admit, though, that the idea of you dressing and acting like a woman plays pretty well with our fantasies of you being my submissive husband. If you are really planning on going through with this, you damn well better not get caught.?She was right about the ramifications of being caught dressed as a woman, but feelings that I didn?t fully understand were drawing me to do it. Maybe it was just a subconscious yearning to be sexualized by those horny men the way Karen was. I had never in my life had any homosexual desires, and I was possibly being affected by the very specific, sexualized fantasies that Karen and I were having about those dark and mysterious men we met in Saudi.I got ready on Saturday afternoon, and Karen helped me apply some mascara, eyeliner and other makeup to enhance the beauty of my eyes and make them look more feminine. She also gave me advice on speaking in a higher tone of voice like a woman. When I finally put on the abaya and niqab, we both thought that my eyes looked pretty peering out of the small space in the black material, and that I could easily pass for a woman. I let Abdul know that I wanted a ride to the center of the city, and we left the compound at about 5:30 pm.Abdul kept looking back at me in the rearview mirror, and finally had the courage to say, ?You know, you really shouldn?t be doing this, Mr. Alan. You will be treated very badly if the men in the city find out that you are really a man. In addition, the rest of the staff at the compound and I know what you are doing, and it will make us regard you with less respect. What kind of man would leave his wife at home alone with other men, while going off on some lark dressed as a woman? It?s almost as if you are purposely playing the part of a sissy and inviting her to be unfaithful to you with the men at home. It?s not too late to turn back, before this gets out of hand.?I appreciated his warning, but I was still determined to see it through. We arrived in the city at about 5:50 pm, and I said, ?Thanks for the advice, Abdul, but this is something that I have to do. And as far as my wife is concerned, she is a big girl and can take care of herself. I don?t know where I?ll end up, but I will give you a call when I?m ready to be picked up.?The sun was setting as I walked along the streets in the city. I was hassled by the religious police a couple of times for being an unescorted woman on the streets, and I told them that I was going to meet my husband. Several men passed by close enough to see my blue eyes and the makeup, and they made comments suggesting that I was a whore for being on the streets alone. At about 6:30 pm I was being harassed by a small group of young men near the entrance to a hookah lounge.A hookah lounge is an establishment where men gather in groups of close friends of similar age and backgrounds. They use hookah water pipes to smoke a molasses-based tobacco concoction called shisha, as well as playing cards, socializing, and eating before returning to their homes. Those places are private property, so the religious police are not allowed in there, and I found out that some of the men even had home-made liquor. Even though alcoholic beverages are forbidden in the kingdom, it is well-known Escort Bostancı (http://www.atasehirmos.com/) that the men do imbibe in private places like the hookah lounges.Some of the men were starting to get physical and grab my ass, and that?s when an older man, probably in his late-forties came outside and guided me into the lounge. It was forbidden for women to be in the presence of or touched by unrelated men like that.But he justified his actions saying in Arabic, and translated by me into English, ?Pardon me madam. My name is Roshan and you must know that it is not safe for you to be out on the streets unaccompanied this way. Seeing your pretty blue eyes, you must be a Western expatriate and are unfamiliar with our customs. We will protect you until someone from your family can come and get you.?I wanted to stay in the lounge and observe the men and learn how they would treat me, and I definitely did not want to give him the idea that I was afraid and wanted to go home. So, I said in my softest feminine voice, ?Thank you for pulling me inside, Roshan, but I would like to stay here a while. I am an American named Karen, and my husband and I had a little argument this afternoon. I decided to come into the city to explore the nightlife. Would you allow me to stay here with you and the others for a while? And is it possible that you might have some alcoholic beverages here for me to drink? It?s been so long since I?ve been able to party like I used to do in the United States.?Roshan?s eyes lit up when he learned that I was looking to party and have some fun. He still looked nervous, though, as he replied, ?You must know that this type of socializing is forbidden. However, since the religious police are not allowed in here, it should be safe for you to stay.?He led me to a small table in the dark, back corner of the lounge, where he and two of his good friends were smoking shisha. He introduced them as Saif and Khaled. They are all dark-skinned and rugged looking and were in their late-forties wearing thobes. Roshan ordered me a beverage, and when it came he poured some of his strong, home-brewed alcohol from his flask into my glass. I sipped that very strong drink, which must have been over eighty percent alcohol content, as we talked. I wasn?t used to drinking alcohol, and it only took a few minutes for me to start feeling woozy from the drink. Roshan and the other men were becoming friendlier as they saw that I was slurring my words a little.That?s when Roshan put his arm around my shoulder and whispered in my ear, ?Tell me pretty American lady, what you and your husband were arguing about??I was getting strong sexual vibes from him and I wanted to encourage him just a little, to see how far he would go. So, I lied and responded, ?I am a nurse and work at the hospital. Several of the doctors have been trying to get friendly with me, and when I told my husband about it, he got very angry. He accused me of leading the men on and acting like a slut.?Roshan leaned in close again, and I smelled his musky scent. He asked, ?What in particular upset him about what the doctors were doing??I replied, ?Well, I probably shouldn?t be saying this in front of you men, but I told him how the doctors would sometimes stand close and rub their groins up against me, and I felt big lumps in their thobes.?Roshan and his friends were then smiling as he asked, ?Why was he upset with you? Did you tell him that you liked feeling those men rub you that way??Roshan tightened his grip on my shoulders as I responded, ?No, I didn?t tell him that I liked it, although I did like it. I just said that it felt like their genitals were much longer and thicker than his.?I had been taking the role of a woman in talking to the men, and after drinking that strong alcohol, I must have for the moment felt like I was really nurse Karen from the hospital. So, I was receptive to Roshan?s next move. He gently took my hand and placed it on a very hard cock lump in his thobe, and it felt like he wasn?t wearing any underwear. He then dropped his hand down to rub my ass as he asked, ?Were any of those other lumps you felt as big as mine? You can get a close look at my big, Saudi cock if you want to.?I felt like I was in a daze as he slid his chair back and lifted the front of his thobe with one hand, as he pushed me down with his hand on my back. In the dim light of the lounge I saw his big, brown cock, just as I caught a whiff of his genitals. He's hairy and his cock was hard and about nine inches long, with big balls hanging off the edge of the chair. I had never even thought about sucking a cock before that moment, but it was the most natural thing in the world for me to lift the bottom of my niqab and take his oozing cock head into my mouth.His precum tasted a little bitter, probably from smoking the shisha and the strong drinks they had, and he continued pressing me farther down onto his meat. He then held my head in place as he began to swivel his hips, fucking his big cock into my mouth. I had only been sucking him for a few minutes when his cock started throbbing and spewing in my mouth.