Introduction

It was the adventure of a lifetime that began in the Fall of 1985; a journey of beautiful places, wild times, and interesting people. We delved into new lands, embraced foreign cultures and did extraordinary activities. Very few women would understand what we did, or find any of what we did as acceptable. We don’t care! It’s our life. Make your own judgement about us when you finish the story!

Background

Alisha and I have kept diaries/journals for years, even long before we met. I find it interesting to read back over various chapters of my life once in a while. Crafting this story was not something we planned to share. Over the years, we joked about what a “HOT Penthouse Forum” story or XXX movie it would make. “Hmmm, who’d play us in the movie?”

The two of us have been friends for over 40 years and our husbands for close to 30 years. The four of us hang out together most weekends.

We are constantly together, sharing weekend dinners, game nights, family events, traveling, family events, etc. Occasionally, Alisha and I might get a night together. Usually, when she has an overnight business trip, I may tag along with if it’s somewhere fun. The guys know of our bi-ways and are cool with us having some personal time together. The only rule is: it’s only us, no one else, with complete honesty.

Our husbands always wanted to know more about “the trip,” as they refer to this adventure of ours. From time to time, I’d say something to Anthony like, “Oh, this reminds me of...” and then feed him a few details, rarely all of them. Most remaining unspoken to him. Alisha and I talked about our younger days many times over the years. Clearly we did some stupid-crazy stuff; but what a wild fun and an adventure like no other! Now, being older, wiser and married; we’d never consider doing anything close to what we did back then, much less discuss our past with anyone. We took a lot of stupid risks we shouldn’t have taken. We were too naïve, too trusting, inexperienced and very horny. Back then, we were young, sexy, hot girls looking for fun, adventure, and sexy men. And boy, did we find all that and more!

Coming Clean to Write:

Alisha and I talked a lot about whether we should tell our husbands. Should it be a tell-all or hold-back? I voted to not tell or hold back. I hadn’t told Anthony much detail regarding my sexual past; especially not “this” past. Alisha had always been honest with Brett about her past and told him bits and pieces of our trip. He is extremely open-minded and accepting and way more open about sex than I am with Anthony.

In deciding to write this story, which we hope to self-publish, obviously, under a pseudonym, it was necessary to share everything. Just as we are sharing it with you now. Our hope was they’d understand that “yes, we had a slutty sexual past, but we are not those girls any longer.’ Well, maybe somewhat! Especially with each other. HaHa. We decided on a “special tell-all, come-clean dinner.”

We met at our house on a Saturday evening, and you could feel the silent tension heavy in the air. In the kitchen, our collective presence was charged with unspoken words and thoughts. Definitely a high level of tension in the air. After dinner, we had a little more wine, some weed and moved into the living room to begin our “come clean” story. Things didn’t necessarily go as well as we had hoped. Taking turns reading from journals, you could see anger building inside them.

Anthony said, even though he knew I slept around, and of my cheating; he figured out from hearing “rumors” stated he never would have married me if he had known about this part of my past. “You lied to me for years and years! You slept with dozens of men, you were a whore and slut! Who knows what diseases you may have caught? I cannot get past this Sasha.” He stormed out of the house and left for a while to cool down. We’d never seen him so mad.

When he returned, he asked me if there was anything else I hadn’t been completely honest with him about. He’s alway’s been so honest with me about everything.

We spent the night talking, telling them everything, letting them read our journals, and answering all their questions. Alisha and I said to them, “Yeah, we were absolutely sluts. But how is it different if a guy sleeps with lots of women? We aren’t those dumb girls any longer. We’re your wives, mature, successful women who love you both!

They were in mild shock after hearing everything. Their combined reply was, “you both slept with dozens of men. What if you had got pregnant or caught some incurable disease? What you did was stupid and reckless.” We acknowledged their concerns, answered lots of questions they had. It was an endless night for us! We reconciled, and they told us to write the story and wanted autographed copies. We all ended up “okay” at the end of the night.

Anthony and I had a few more discussions over the following couple of weeks. In all honesty, he should have left me for my behavior and past cheating. I wouldn’t have blamed him one bit.

Once spilling our guts out to Brett and Anthony was over, we asked our good friends, Bob and Karen, if we could use their cabin on the Cape. Their cool little cottage, named Blue Bell. Nestled on a small hill among towering, pine-trees, overlooking a beautiful spring-fed shimmering lake. It was a perfect place to write, relax, and relive some of our past.

Alone to Write

The only sounds were the chirping of birds, the lapping of the water against the shoreline, and the rustling of falling leaves. Inside, the cozy fireplace with a huge soft bed invited us in to relax and unwind before starting our story. But first, we showered, set up up laptops and writing area. I made Negroni cocktails, smoked a joint Alisha brought, and ate some takeout we picked up on the way. We were eagerly anticipating starting our short story. The entire drive to the cabin, we discussed outlines, what to cover, exclude, length, among other things.

Using our stack of journals, we had the details, most names, places and activities. Going through them with Alisha was so much fun. We wrote and talked all night of the fun, nasty, and sometimes stupid, risky things we did. It had been a long time since either of us had looked at our journals in such detail. We were more than a little shocked by some of what we read. A few times, we look at each other and ask “did we really do THAT?”

So, sit it back, make yourself a drink, fire up a joint and let us tell you about our story of travel, fun, sex, drugs, and being not such good girls to strong, domineering men who loved American women.

Disclaimer: The story is authentic. Only first names are used to protect the living and the dead, they don’t care. Our struggle was spelling some of the Arabic names and words. We tried to be as accurate as possible.

Our Story:

In the beginning!

Alisha and I grew up in the Midwest, attending a small private college in Kansas City. Even though we had some classes together and saw each other on campus, we had never really met. Our first “hang-out” together was at a Friday night TKE party. We met and started talking and continued the entire night. We walked back to our dorm together. We became fast friends, doing almost everything together. We grew to love each other as close friends, but also as occasional lovers.

Well, maybe a little more than casual. Our shared passion for music, fashion, and adventure brought us together, plus Alisha was a tall, sexy fox! As our relationship evolved, we discovered a mutual fascination with dark-skinned men. They seemed more manly, exotic, and mysterious. We were both curious about dating men of color. Alisha and I stayed in touch over the summer, spending a few long weekends together. In the fall of our junior year, we began rooming together. During our senior year, we got an off-campus 1 bedroom apartment. Some suspected we might be lesbians because we were always together. To answer that question, we were casually bi and slept together, but we also enjoyed and dated men.

Of course, we were both highly sexual, open-minded, and loved being nude whenever we could be. Once we went to a nudist resort in Kansas and camped for a week. It was a lot of fun. We both love dancing, singing and have similar thoughts about life.

Our college life was pretty ho-hum and somewhat boring. We were there to get an excellent education, and both of us accomplished that with great grades and jobs.

During the week, we were studying and taking exams. But after 3 years at a small college, we were getting bored with our social life! We had been going to the same parties with the same people, at the same frat houses, TKE, Pi Kappa, or Sig Tau, for too long. Those were the big party spots on our campus, but they had lost the excitement we were seeking, and it was always the same people; party after party. Sure, I had some fun nights there with a few guys whose names I barely remember. Mainly night hook-ups from a party or a game, etc. I wasn’t a cheap date, but I was fairly easy if the guy was cute! I’ve long forgotten about most of them, but there’s a few that stand out in my mind. Alisha had her share of fun with a few guys but dated one guy her junior year until she broke it off because he cheated and was a real dick to her. I like to think there are always three sides to a story. Yours, theirs, the truth!

Unfortunately, our school did not have the social and cultural diversity we were seeking. Honestly, I’m not sure‌ if we really knew what we were seeking, we just knew we weren’t finding it. By accident one Friday evening, we bumped into a group of students from UMKC, which is a much larger school than our small private college. They were carrying a couple of coolers full of beer, some BBQ, and a bunch of CDs, heading down Troost Ave to a party. They invited us to join them. We jumped at the chance without hesitation. Anything for a change of venue, some new faces, and maybe hot guys! It was a blast! We danced a lot, drank a little, and met some cool people. Just about the weekend after that night, if nothing fun happening on our campus, we’d head to UMKC.

A few weeks later, we attended a UMKC toga party and met some guys from Amman, Jordan. They intrigued us, and we wanted to get to know them better. They were more mature than our usual group of college friends. I loved their dark eyes, olive skin, beautiful dark hair, and their cool accents made them HOT. Alisha agreed. We both found them funny, charming, and very generous towards us.

They also had a rebellious streak, as they drank, smoked, and danced despite their religious background. We quickly became friends with them.

They invited us to a small party they were throwing at their apartment one Saturday night. The place was really cool and nicely decorated, with Persian rugs, hookahs, exotic lamps, and super comfortable floor pillows. (Little did we know then that we’d be spending a lot of time on floor pillows later.)

There were about 30 people at the party, about equally guys and girls. They were mainly from Jordan, Egypt, Saudi and Lebanon. They readily accepted us into their group. After that night, we started hanging out more frequently. That includes dating from time to time. Nothing serious, just casual dating and fun.

After graduation, we moved to Westport, which is an area of Kansas City, where we rented a large 1-bedroom apartment. Fast-forward three years: I was working for an IT/telephone startup and Alisha was finishing up law school at UMKC. I hated my job and Alisha was about to take the Bar exam in five months.

A lot of nights while laying in bed, we talked about traveling the world, seeing unknown places, meeting new people, and having new experiences. Feeling restless and somewhat bored with our lives in Kansas City. We wanted to escape the daily routine we were in to travel and have some fresh adventures. We wanted to go somewhere different, fun, and a bit exotic. This was especially before our careers took off and life got more complicated, as it always does.

One day Alisha came home with some travel pamphlets, which we poured over one snowy night. Admiring the pictures of ancient ruins, exotic markets, stunning landscapes, and warm beaches. We imagined ourselves exploring the streets of Athens, riding camels in Petra, and hiking ‌Kilimanjaro. We didn’t want to travel with an old folks’ tour group, or follow a fixed itinerary. Freedom is what we wanted.

Timing:

We were young, hot, and looking to see the world on our own terms, at our own pace. Fate sometimes works in your favor as a few weeks later the company I was working for announced it was merging with our largest competitor.

My company offered me a similar position, with a relocation package in St. Louis, or 12 weeks’ severance. I took the severance. I immediately called Alisha and told her about my company getting bought out, the severance pay, and said we should do our trip. Her response was, “let’s do it. It’s now or never Sasha!” I was psyched! Immediately, we began laying out our trip. Our thinking was to visit Europe for a couple of weeks, then Greece, the Middle East, Africa, and return home. Having talked about this for a couple of years, it was finally coming together. We wanted to travel for approximately six months before jumping into our careers. We left on my 25th birthday.

Alisha graduated Law School in May, passed the bar exam in July, and secured a position with a large corporate law firm for when she returned. I spent the last few months interviewing and finally signed an agreement to move to Mountain View, CA, to work at a new upstart called Google.

Wanting to have enough spending money, and both of us without full-time jobs, a friend secured us jobs at the Kansas City Club. It is a downtown, old-school style members-only, private club. The hours were great, the people wealthy, and it was low stress work. The enjoyable part was earning great tips while waiting on rich folks. Think horny old businessmen, especially at lunchtime. Alisha, with her red hair, long legs and perky tits, always raked in more tips than I did. She knew how to play the tip game with them. We were pulling in 200-$300 most nights in tips, weekend nights even more.

After a few months of saving our money, lots of planning, we were ready to go! We think. Funny thing is, we came back with a lot of money due to overestimating our expenses; and we earned some money working part-time.

And we’re off!

Alisha’s parents paid for our airline tickets and gave her 3,000$ for passing the bar exam. We left on 12 August for Paris, where we spent a few days exploring the city, before heading to southern France for the beaches of St. Tropez.