Date: Tue, 11 Jul 2023 17:52:38 -0700 From: Jan none Subject: Egyptian in Canada Lesbian/Adult Friends, oral, anal, F/FFF) Adult Friends, oral, anal, F/FFF This story is a work of fiction and contains descriptions of explicit sexual acts between women. If this type of content offends you or you are under the age of 18 do not read it. Copyright 2023 Jan, all rights reserved. You may contact me at janmay6969@gmail.com if you like. All flames will be ignored. Egyptian in Canada By Jan I met my co-worker's husband while we were working as customer assistance for a Cairo, Egypt bank. After we married, we had two children; Sama, an 11-year- old girl, Karim, a 9-year-old boy. I had been innocent when we married and never had an orgasm having sex with my husband. I just assumed that it was normal to not have any emotional while being fucked. That changed when we went on a holiday. We traveled to Morocco, West Africa on a holiday. Morocco is famous for sexual activities in their baths. I decided to avail myself of one of the baths. It was exciting to remove my clothes in the tiled changing room with several other women and wrap a white sheet around my body like a Roman Senator and enter the steam room and sit on the tile bench next to the other women. There was a lot of female chatter going on. English and French were commonly used because of the different languages and dialects of the various women. After I had been in the steam room long enough to be sweating a lot. My hair was wet and the sheet was wet enough that it was almost transparent enough that everyone could see my dark nipple and pubic hair through the sheet, I made my exit from the steam room and was met by a female masseuse that was dressed in a white uniform. She escorted me to the showers where she instructed me to start with a warm shower and slowly turn the water until it is cold. That would close my pores. She was waiting for me when I emerged from the showers, and escorted me to a small room with a waist high padded vinyl covered table with a donut like ring at one end to rest my head or face on. She told me her name and that she would be my masseuse. She had me lay face down on the table and she covered my butt with a white towel before she started massaging my back and legs with her strong oily hands. She eventually removed the towel and poured more oil on my body and massaged my back again and worked her way down to my butt. She worked on both cheeks before she ran her fingers into the crack of my butt. That sent a chill through my body. She even lingered at my asshole until it relaxed and her finger probed my colon. Then she slapped my butt and told me to turn over. I lifted myself up and flipped over onto my back. She draped the towel over my body covering my tits and crotch. She used her oily hand to manipulate my neck before she moved down to massage my legs. She worked her way up from my feet. As her hands drew closer to my-crotch I felt my vagina tingle. After she had massaged both legs without touching my crotch, she removed the towel and poured oil on my tits and waist. She started massaging my tits. I found her efforts stimulating. I was breathing hard. She moved down to my belly and used her strong hands to work on my flesh. Then her hands worked down through my black pubic bush and fingered the crack of my cunt. She manipulated my clitoris enough to send chills through my body. Then she used two fingers to invade my vagina. She actually-finger fucked me until I had my first breathless orgasm. I lay there with my eyes closed until I caught my breath, and when I opened my eyes, I begged her to do that again. She not only finger fuck my cunt and asshole a second time, she pulled my body until, my butt was at the edge of the table and she pressed her face against my cunt and tongue fucked me until I had a second orgasm that was even stronger than the first. I had to rest before I could walk on wobbly legs to the showers. I took a warm shower to wash the oil off my body. That bath changed my life. I now knew what an orgasm was and I could achieve them. I was becoming dissatisfied with my husband's performance. When we returned to Egypt, I began looking for women to recreate the feelings that masseuse had given me. There was an attractive young woman at the bank that I struck up a friendship with. We started taking coffee or tea breaks with each other. We confessed our disaffection with our sex life. Sex with our husbands was duty we had to perfume but less than fulfilling. I told her about how thrilling the female masseuse in Morocco had been, and she told me about her introduction to lesbianism with another school girl and how much she enjoyed making love to another girl. One thing led to another and we were bold enough to find an empty store room where we would kiss and hike up our skirts and masturbate each other to orgasm and eventually we would take turns kneeling before each other and cling to each other's hips while we licked our pussies and sucked our clitorises. I was even thrilling to lick and finger fuck each other's assholes. We found ways to arrange to have dates after work where we could meet in some secluded out of the way location where we could spend a leisurely afternoon of sex. I remember one special time we took a boat trip up the Nile to see the Valley of the Kings and the Aswan Dam. That afforded us the perfect opportunity to share a cabin on the boat. We took advantage of the opportunity to enjoy the nights in a frantic struggle over which one of us was going to make love to the other first. I can almost still smell her sweating body under me while I sucked her ample breasts and went down on her. After the first night I came up with the idea that we should remove all-of our pubic hair on our pussies. We shaved each other's hair off that night. It was like she was eating the pussy of her school girlfriend again. We took a cucumber from the boats gally and found out that we could reach orgasm if we fucked each other long enough. We were just like all the tourists and took pictures of everything and bought trinkets sold by the tourist shops, but we also took pictures of each other that our husbands would have killed us if they had seen them. We hated to return home. We also would go for drives out of town to find secluded locations at night where we could feel comfortable about removing our hijabs and burkinoas laying under the stars and enjoying the pleasure of masturbating each other and taking turns sucking each other's clits and even tongue fucking each other's asshole. Shortly after that my husband and I migrated our family to Mississauga, Ontario, Canada. We lost everything we own when we immigrated to Canada and had to start over. We no longer had a job, and I didn't have financial independence or the woman that I had received sexual graduation from back in Egypt. Our entrance into a different cultural society was an emotional shock for our family. It took time for us to find employment and establish new friendships. We are living in a high rise building that has many Egyptian and middle eastern families. Our children adjusted quicker than we did. They made friends with the children in the building and their classmates at school. I was also beginning to clash with my husband. Moving to the New World introduced me to the freedom to express my own opinion. I resented the oppressive male domination I had grown up with in Muslim Egypt. I envied the freedom Canadian women enjoyed. They were free to drive cars to conduct their shopping and pick up and drop off their children from school. They went about such things unchaperoned. Such things would be unacceptable in Egypt. My husband found a job that was beneath his capabilities. The lack of a decent income made him into a bitter man. He felt like he was not fulfilling his obligation to provide his family with a secure way of life and that added to the rancor. My increasing rebelliousness added to his unhappiness. We were growing bitterly apart. I am a 38-year-old now that happens to be a little over five-feet three-inches tall, and 154lbs. I happen to have 36-D as well. I'm well-aware that I no longer have the figure of the girl I used to be, but I had discovered the thrill of sex at the hands of a masseuse and a fellow employee. I needed to seek out the company of another woman to experience mutual orgasms with me. It was like I had become an addict looking for a drug fix. I eventually met Rania, a fellow Egyptian housewife. We had so much in common that we became close friends and confessed to each other about our dissatisfaction with males and our burning desire to experience the sexual gratification we so dearly desired. With our husbands at work and our children at school we had plenty of time in the empty apartments with little to occupy us. Our friendship grew even stronger and began visiting each other for tea after making the beds in the mornings. We sat at the dining tables telling each other our deepest secrets. We eventually confessed about our sexual activities with other females and our sexual desires for the same with each other. We began slowly at first. We kissed each other, and it progressed to exploring each other's bodies and engaging in mutual masturbation. As the weeks passed, we gravitated to taking each other to bed and removing our clothes before we made love to each other. Our figures are very similar. We both have long black hair and our bodies have grown wider with age and children. We have darker skin than our northern European Canadian neighbors. Our areolas, and mucus membranes are a dark chocolate color, and we endure the pain of waxing each other's crotches, armpits, and legs to keep our skin and pussies looking like they did before we reached puberty It is a wonder that women are willing to do that to themselves trying to make themselves look like they did as a young girl for men that were growing fat and not as sexually potent. You have-to love someone to endure that torture on a regular basis. We enjoyed suckling each other's breasts because it reminded us of the pleasure of having our babies nursing from our tits. We began masturbating with each other while we nursed each other. I wasn't sure how she would feel about oral sex, but I eventually went down on her. While I was licking Rania's cunt she responded favorably. She stroked my hair and voiced her approval of my efforts. Hearing her I was inspired to demonstrate my learned skills. I sucked her clitoris hard and finger fucked her vagina. Eventually I lifted her butt up and rimmed her asshole and finger fucked her asshole. By the time she had experienced several orgasms and we had changed places. Rania proved to be a skilled lover. And an expert at sucking pussy and she was not reluctant when it came to rimming asshole. I think she relished the taste and smell of pussies and assholes as much as me. Anal sex is forbidden in our religion, but with our new independence we explored new sensations. We spend so much time together we even think alike. We even bought a variety of sex toys to use on each other. I discovered that I enjoyed using a strap-on dildo on her and continued using it until she had multiple orgasms. (Something our husbands never did on a reliable basis.) Rania was also a good lover when it came to fucking my pussy and asshole. I remember one summer's day when the weather was perfect, we escorted our children to school and took the electric tram to an English style rose garden. Ontario is very French but there is still a strong British influence. We were leisurely strolling through the garden when we met a couple of adorable blondes. They were dressed to the tea. They were wearing brightly colored summer dresses with wide brimmed hats and white gloves. We were drawing just as much attention because we were wearing Hijabs and I was wearing a white one with a white dress that almost reached my ankles and a hot pink windbreaker that covered my arms. Rania was wearing a bright blue hijab, white print blouse that had long sleeves that was not tucked in and light blue tight slacks. We struck up a conversation and agreed to accompany each other to high tea. To the English high tea is a full lunch anywhere else. While we were having our tea and refreshments, we struck up a friendship. They invited us to accompany them to their apartment on the tram. When we entered the women removed their hats and gloves. Then they proceed to reach back and unzipped their dresses and removed them in front of us. Neither of them was wearing anything underneath. All they had on was nude nylons and tope three-inch pumps. Once we got over the shock of admiring the two blondes' naked bodies, we removed everything except our hijabs. We made a contrasting couple of women. They were as pale as a lily and their crotches were hairless and looked as smooth as a baby's butt. Rania and I on the other hand have been giving each other's pubic hair a bikini trim. They even offered us a vodka martini. We couldn't resist the opportunity to taste one. We spent a lovely time enjoying tasting each other's cunts. Of course, we had to clean up and get dressed in time to take the tram back to school to pick up the children. Our children have become very close and they are close in ages. The time came when the two of us got meaningful employment for s bank that did a lot of business with middle eastern interests. The fact that we were better employed than our husbands was more than their egos could stand. We filed for a divorce. We moved our blended family to a new location and assumed the life of a married couple. The children are happy with the arrangement. It doesn't bother them to tell their friends that they have two mothers. As for Rania and myself we are enjoying a satisfying sexual relationship and we enjoy being able to sleep with each other. We have formed friendships with other lesbian women and formed a mutual beneficial support community. We have become active in Canadian lesbian political activities. If you enjoyed the story and have a story you want me to write about your introduction to the world of female sexuality, please send your outline to janmay6969@gmail.com