13 comments/ 58106 views/ 11 favorites Shireen's Story By: mughalpunjabi 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. Still holding on to her, Nick said, "hey Shireen, you should be glad I was around," to which she shook her head as he added, "it may have been a bit awkward to give you mouth to mouth with this group around!" Sensing I was back, she climbed out of the pool, using the side ladder. Nick's hands cradled her bottom as she exited. Shireen cuddled up to me, knowing that her protector was back. "What happened, dear?" I was perplexed. "I mistakenly decided to sit close to the deep end of the pool, with my legs dangling inside," she explained, "when one of the guys pulled me in as I was waiting for you to return." I wanted to know who had done it when the culprit himself appeared and apologised for not knowing that she was unable to swim. She had taken a few mouthfuls of water, before Nick had realized what was going on and brought her to the other side of the pool. I made a point of thanking Nick, knowing full well that he had received ample reward feeling up my hot spouse. I sat down on a deck chair and began to dry her off with a large beach towel. Unmindful that she was being stared at from many sides, Shireen placed one leg between my crotch and then the other, bending forward to let me dry her. After these were done, she sat in my lap as I wrapped the towel around her body, but leaving virtually her entire legs bare. She repositioned herself so she was lying along the length of the chair, her back and head resting against my chest and her legs suggestively placed, one straight and the other with the knee bent a bit. Dried off to a more comfortable level, she smoothed the towel on the chair and lay back on it. Very soon a group of folks took the seats around us, guys outnumbering the few ladies present by a hefty margin. Many of them were openly ogling Shireen, who was both feeling aroused and shy at the same time. My presence, however, reassured her that whatever her state of undress, nothing untoward would transpire. Noting that the natural lighting had become dull, Hernan turned on the arc lights around the pool. One was close to where we were sitting. I noted that the host was waving at me and found that I had been put in charge of the barbecue pit. As I got involved with the cooking, I chanced a look over at Shireen and was dumbstruck by the fact that the strong light shining on to her had turned the wide white stripes on her suit transparent, while the narrow black ones acted as a sort of pathway for roving eyes. She had no clue that her tits and vagina were clearly visible to anyone sitting nearby. It was no surprise that she soon was surrounded by a dozen bachelors at the event, not realizing that she was providing an unexpected show, but one which was thoroughly being appreciated by them. The visible rises around the crotches of quite a few of the guys were obvious and every so often someone or the other took a cooling off dip in the pool, then returning to her side. "Shireen's a good sport," Hernan remarked, helping me with the cooking, "I hope you don't mind, but had she not been married to you, I would have loved to ask her out on a date!" His feelings for her were no secret, but I was surprised that he had actually let me know. Perhaps it was to reassure me that he would keep things at a safe distance, or maybe he was wondering if his remarks could lead off into other directions. "I had to persuade her to get into the flow of things," I answered, "she was hesitant about being relatively unclothed with so many guys around. "I can see her point, she is the queen bee right now," he continued, "it is a nice swimsuit, I wonder if she went shopping by herself." "No, I had to arrange for Lana to buy the swimsuit, shorts and bikinis also," I let him know, "Shireen needs to get used to the life style here." "Wow, I bet she would look sensational in a bikini!" he was on the verge of salivating and yet I saw a way forward to both stop the unanticipated skin show and to indeed see how good well she actually may be in the even skimpier, though thankfully dark coloured, bikinis. Sure the bikinis would reveal more of her body overall, but not allow her privates to be on as obvious a display as the present situation. Siding up back to her, literally fighting my way through the adoring crowd, I whispered in her ear, "Our host has a request for you." "Really, what does Hernan want?" "He was admiring how good you look in the swimsuit and I accidentally told him that you also have a couple of new bikinis." "And, so what?" she wanted to know. "He wonders if we could see you in one." "Are you nuts?" she responded, "and why should I do what he wants?" "Okay, I would like to see you in one too." She did not seem interested, and I was getting concerned that more and more people were coming around to where she was to gawk at her assets. "Shireen, you would be the best looking female here if you were wearing a bikini," I appealed to the base sense of every woman. "No way," she quickly retorted, "and in case you have something on your mind, the bikinis are all the way back at the house and I am not going back again by myself!" "Tell you what, I'll come along and we will be back in no time," I continued to badger her, "and given the event, it is a fair request." Figuring that I was adamant, and egged on by a couple of the guys who had heard me whisper the word "bikini" she grabbed my arm and pointed me homewards. Entering the house, she slammed the door shut, pushed me onto a plush armchair and whipped her swimsuit off in an instant. "Fuck me right now," she ordered, removing my shorts and fitting my rock hard cock into her very wet pussy. Her mouth closed down on mine and as we kissed, she rode my cock with single-minded intent. Neither of us lasted long and as I heard her shriek with pleasure, I shot my load inside her. Shireen rested her head against my chest for a few minutes and then abruptly jumped up and out of the chair, running for the stairs to our bedroom. "Come on, we have to get back to the party," she reminded me. I got up slowly and stretched out the kinks in my body. A rustling of the window shears made me realize that the curtains had not been pulled and anyone looking in this direction would have had an eyeful of Shireen's boobs, and maybe much more, through the very slight fabric covering, since the lights were also blazing inside. "Oh well," I figured, "they got to watch, but I had the prize!" A knock on the door disrupted my thoughts. Lana stood outside, a knowing smile on her face. It was clear that she had seen some, if not all, of our antics during the past few minutes. "Tell Shireen to put on some fancy heels when she comes out, you'll like the impact she has!" "But it is slippery out there," I heard my wife protest from upstairs. "Oh I am sure you can handle slippery situations," Lana yelled back, winking at me and clearly getting the nuance of what she meant across, before pulling the door shut. I expected to hear the sound of the shower running. Instead I saw Shireen standing in front of me, wearing the dark blue bikini, with a front clasp, which left much of her breasts on display. She had simply tossed it on, without bothering to tidy up her tousled hair or worry about the remnants of our love making that were oozing out of her pussy and leaving a healthy stain on the underside of the bikini bottom. As per Lana's suggestion, she had added a very sexy pair of heels. I had no choice but to toss my shorts back on and follow her as she shot out the front door, still carrying her musk on me. If the catcalls had been loud, when she had appeared in her swimsuit, the response this time was absolute cacophony. Thank God, it was a time before mobile phones had been in vogue, so there was no chance of any of her appearing on the likes of YouTube. Framed by the light behind her, Shireen struck a nice pose and conversation at the party just about died down as all eyes went over to where she was. I ran right into her, not realizing she had stopped, but she lifted an arm and hooked it around my neck, stabilizing us both. "I guess both Hernan and you will be quite happy with the new outfit!" she quipped. "Stay there, you two," Ghassan directed us as he lifted a camera to his face. I wondered where he would be getting the film developed as any photo shop coming across such material would either confiscate it or advise the religious police. Still Shireen was quite happy posing for a couple of shots with me and a lot more just by herself. Shireen's Story: Continuation ACKNOWLEDGMENT It is always great to read good stories at LITEROTICA. The reading pleasure is, however, multiplied when one come across a story that, not only is well written, but is also relevant to one's own cultural idiosyncrasies. Being from subcontinent, it is always great to find an author who can come up to all your expectations; creative flair, command on language, and above all, sensitivity to cultures: both own and alien. Such contributions give great encouragement to infrequent writers, like me, to contribute to LITEROTICA. One such author is MUGHALPUNJABI, who is not only a great storyteller, but is also wonderfully well versed with language and cultures. I had read, and enjoyed all his stories. I wrote my first contribution for LITEROTICA by writing a sequel for 'STRANGE WAYS' by another author 'HORNYPAKI'. I wrote a few chapters of with the title 'MY AUTOBIOGRAPHY' and received a mixed response. So after a fairly long sabbatical, I will try to add to my contributions by writing a sequel to 'SHIREEN'S STORY' that was authored by Mr. MUGHALPANJABI. I must state here that this is just a try to explore possibilities that exists in this great story. I will try to do my best, with a request to the readers and the author of original story, to forgive me for any lapses in my effort. SYNOPSIS – ORIGINAL STORY The original story is about a Pakistani couple, Akbar and Shireen, both young and loving; and above all sexually adventurous. The story started in the backdrop of husband being employed in a Middle Eastern country. The husband, Akbar, sexually more open then average males of subcontinent, initiates his wife, Shireen, into a series of sexual adventures by first taking her to a poolside party in a bikini. Though initially averse to the idea, wife ends up enjoying some sexual intimacy with Akbar's colleagues, right in front of him. The couple later moves to US and opens up more when the wife restarts her academics. Partially due to financial reasons, but more due to the newly discovered openness of their marriage, Shireen accepts an offer for modeling as a human subject for an art class. She ended up posing sensually in nude with a male model; all with the consent and encouragement of her husband. Though no actual intercourse took place but a discussion was incited between the couple for possibility of adding another male partner in their marital bed. The initial resistance and hiccups went off when an old colleague of husband, Hernan, appeared. The first threesome takes place as a celebration of the couple's wedding anniversary. It was more fun then what was initially anticipated by both husband and wife but not much happens after it, at least for a year. Hubby got bogged down with his work commitments and was out of town on their next wedding anniversary. This time Shireen, the wife, took matters in her hands and made the anniversary memorable by surprising her out-of-town husband by sending her a video tape, couriered by a beautiful lady; Kerri, containing a home made porno movie of Shireen with the previous anniversary partner Hernan. The lady, who was also bare under her soon-shed-raincoat, turned out to be the girlfriend of Hernan and was sent with the videotape right after the recording with the purpose of a long distance wife/ partner swapping. The story further developed when the couple was invited to a Super Bowl party by Hernan and Kerri, where they ended up in a wild orgy. The experience had its ups and downs, but Shireen had more admirers, all of whom were not all that gentle. The story ended up with Shireen berating her husband on their way back from the party when she tells him that he had converted her into a whore. She also asserted to him that from that point of their marriage, she would have sex at her will. Akbar, the husband, looked over all their sexual adventures with mixed feelings but decides in the end that despite the jealousy or competition that he is likely to face in future, he in fact loves his wife. After all she had become what he had wanted her to be. -------------------------- The Continuation The month that followed Super Bowl Party was the worst month that I ever had in my entire married life. Shireen kept to herself; did not talk to me at all even when I tried to generate a conversation. She slept in the same bed but did not allow me even to touch her when I tried. She did all house chores but spent most of our time together brooding alone. She also developed a liking of taking long walks alone at nights. In that month, I thought hard about the past, the present and the likely future of our marriage. I thought that whether my insistence for initiating Shireen on this path was worth the pain and hurt that she was undergoing. Many a times I said 'sorry' to her but she shooed my attempts at reconciliation with an iron curtain of silence. I even talked to Hernan and Kerri, who despite being concerned listeners to my sufferings, were incapable of providing effective advice by virtue of being from a different cultural background. Both tried to talk to Shireen, but, as per their later replies, were met with iciness by my wife. I was told by them that she simply cut them short by saying that she did not want to discuss anything. So, by the end of that month, I was a nervous wreck; blaming myself for the rotten state of my marriage, love and sex life. It was not jealousy that made me apprehensive as regards to Shireen having sex with other guys, or even with girls, as these were only the milestones on the path that I had asked my wife to follow. I was also not much bothered for competing for sexual favors from Shireen as I knew for sure that despite all her adventures and resulting enjoyment, the real intimacy that my wife enjoyed with me was something matchless. It was only her getting into a shell that made me worry like hell. In my view, lack of communication was souring our relations and only if we talked, we could again be same as we were. There were also fears as regards to her safety. Heretofore, we had our sexual adventures only in a select circle. If now Shireen went on for casual sex without being selective, the repercussions were unlimited. -------------------------- It was such state of thoughts that kept getting in and out of my mind throughout that month. I was winding up my work on a Friday evening when I received an email from Shireen. I was overjoyed by seeing her name in my 'inbox' even before opening it, as it was the first contact of some sort by her with me after that night. I opened her mail and found a short and curt message, which read: "I will be out for night. Dinner is in the refrigerator." After reading it, my excitement and joy, over receipt of her mail, was somewhat tainted with anxiety and curiosity. Many thoughts crossed my mind as to where she intended to go. The most likely scenario as per my imagination was that she wants to give reality to her 'threat' of having sex out of marriage at her will. If that was the case, I was not overly worried as it would mean that Shireen had been able to leave behind the bad memories of Super Bowl Party. Notwithstanding this, there were apprehensions too; with whom she will be going out? Where would she be for the night? Would she be safe? There were other possibilities too but I was not willing to pay much heed to those. I read her mail a number of times as I finished my work. I did think about calling her and telling her to take care of the safety concerns, but then I thought texting would be a better choice. So, I sent her a small text message saying. "Enjoy and be safe". After some time, I received her reply, "thanks, I will". Her reply did alleviate my fears for her safety to some degree. As I drove home, I felt no urgency to get home as I knew I will be spending the evening and night alone. Passing near a mall, for no particular reason, I decided to stop. I parked my car and went window shopping at the mall. It was the evening prior to weekend and the crowd was starting to bustle. I went around various shops and enjoyed the window shopping. As I passed a jeweler, I suddenly had an overwhelming urge to get in and buy something for Shireen. I went in the shop and started looking for something appropriate. I wanted something that could be reflective of my love for my wife. The shop had many such items; heart shaped pendants, necklaces, bracelets, bangles and rings. Yet I found difficulty in deciding. Finally, my eyes got fixed on an Identity Bracelet. It was beautifully crafted with heart shaped links with a small curving rectangular plate for engraving personalized message. I asked the salesgirl for the bracelet and, after thinking for sometime, told her about the words that I wanted to be engraved. The salesgirl told me that I would be able to get the bracelet with desired engraving in half an hour. I went out of the shop and roamed around the mall. I entered a departmental store and bought the weekly grocery supplies. I also remembered that my stock of drinks also needed replenishments as, after the super bowl party, Shireen had shed away her earlier inhibitions to liquor. I bought a few six-packs of my favorite beers and a couple of bottles of whiskey. I also bought a bottle of vodka, something I normally avoided but now felt the need for it for passing the night alone. By the time I got back to the jeweler my ordered bracelet was ready. It was looking great with the inscription "I loved u, still do and will do so forever". I got it packed in a beautiful box and paid the bill and went straight for my vehicle. I leisurely drove home and reached there just when the sun was setting. After putting all the purchased stuff in the house, I showered and changed into my sleeping attire. I took out the dinner cooked by my wife and heated it in the microwave. Though I was not much in any mood of eating, I took the plate to my bedroom with the bottle of vodka and ate while half lying on the bed. I also switched the TV on and watched news and entertainment programs. After having a few morsels of food that Shireen had cooked, I felt that I was no longer hungry. I was feeling restless and I opened the bottle of vodka. As I was not a habitual drinker, just after having a few gulps directly from the bottle, I started feeling the desired effects. I recapped the bottle and lay there in the semi drunken state and soon my fatigue and the effects of vodka took me to sleep. --------------------------- It was the continuous ringing of my cell that woke me up. I had a slight headache and before picking up my phone, I looked at the clock. It was 11 in the night and I realized that I had slept for around 4 hours. "Hello, its me, Kerri", I heard the familiar female voice on the phone. "Hi, how are you? What's up?" "Akbar, can you come immediately to the all night bar near our place?" said the girlfriend of Hernan. "Yeah, I can make it but what's up? Is something wrong?" I asked while I started to get up from the bed, heading towards the closet. "You better hurry and we will talk in detail when you get here but I must tell you that your wife may be in a bit of predicament." Kerri said and hair on my neck started to rise in fear. "What you mean? Where is she?" I shot off few questions before she cut me off. I held the phone between my cheek and shoulder as I started changing my dress. "Akbar, if you keep on asking things, I don't think we would be able to do anything. So get here as soon as possible." With this she hung up. By this time, I had already changed into a jeans and a warm pullover. The urgency in Kerri's voice made me hurriedly run downstairs forgetting everything else, including putting on some appropriate footwear. I quickly took off towards the place where she had asked me to be. It usually took half an hour to traverse that distance but, due to deserted night roads, I was able to make it in twenty minutes. As I neared the bar, I saw an SUV blinking its lights. I parked my car behind it and got out. Kerri alighted out of the parked vehicle and told me to get in the back seat. As I entered the vehicle, I found two guys sitting in the front. Kerri followed and sat beside me. The vehicle sped off just as she closed the door. I wanted to ask a million questions but she told me to keep quiet. "I will tell you all details later but for now I would say that I know that you and Shireen are going through misunderstandings and someone is trying to take advantage of it. Just don't worry, nothing is lost yet but we need to hurry up." she said. We soon were on a road that went towards the beach. After some thirty minutes on the road, the guy at the wheel, switched the headlights off and slowed down. He then took the track on our right and soon parked the vehicle on the side. We all got out of the car quietly and I followed Kerri and the two guys. After walking some distance, we left the track and started walking in the vegetation. Soon I was able to see an isolated hut through the vegetation and it was obvious to me now that we were heading towards the back of that hut. Two cars and a van were parked beside the hut and I saw light filtering out of a window on top. We soon traversed the vegetation and found ourselves at the backdoor of the hut. Kerri looked towards me and crossed her lips with her finger telling me to remain quite. She then took out a key from her pocket and unlocked the door. As we entered the hut, it was pitch dark and one of the guys took out a small flashlight from his pocket. They started moving and I followed. We were soon at the base of stairs, which was dimply lit from the lights upstairs. The guys stopped and gestured Kerri and myself to climb on. We both carefully started to move up so as to keep the things quiet. The upper portion of the hut was brightly lit and I was also able to hear voices coming through the door that was the entrance to the only room at the top. Kerri moved ahead and slowly turned the doorknob and forcefully pushed it open. The sudden opening of door and the resulting noise startled almost everyone inside. What I saw inside was enough to make my blood curdle. There were five guys in the room including Hernan. The room was brightly lit with two big lamps, which I remember seeing in photo studios. The moment me and Kerri entered the room, two guys were in the midst of operating handheld movie cameras and one stood between them. Hernan was lying on his back holding Shireen while his penis was deep in her ass. Another guy on top was busy pounding her cunt and as my eyes traveled upwards, I saw a black guy holding my wife by the sides of her head and trying to push his large cock down her throat. Shireen's eyes were open but the look in those told me that she was quite inebriated. "What the hell is going on?" I shouted over the shoulders of Kerri who was standing in the doorway. My angered voice increased the panic that had already gripped all inside the room, except Shireen, who suddenly was devoid of the "attention" that she was heretofore getting. As the black guy, who was earlier forcing his large cock down her throat, withdrew his hands holding her head, she fell back upon Hernan and her eyes closed due to the bright lights. The guy on top withdrew also withdrew his dick from her sopping cunt and as he turned sideways, I saw Shireen's skin was both flushed and sweaty due to the lights shining upon her. Hernan was also in the process of getting up after disengaging roughly from my wife. "What the heck you are doing here, bitch." the guy without camera said while moving aggressively towards Kerri. He, however, stopped cold and slowly his hands went up. I looked back and saw a guy from "our side" pointing a gun inside the room. "Kerri and Akbar, get Shireen out of this room and take her downstairs. Send Pete up and we will take care of everything." the guy with the gun said. I and Kerri moved quickly towards the bed and as we passed Hernan, Kerri spat at his face. Under normal circumstances, he might have reacted violently but now, with a gun pointing at him and his associates, he just looked sideways as if to avoid eye contact. I lifted the wet and listless body of my wife from the bed and Kerri covered the nakedness of my wife with help of a sheet from the bed. We quickly passed through the guys in the room and moved down. As on cue, the guy downstairs, whom I now knew as Pete, moved up with a gun in his hands. Kerri lit the lounge below and I gently put down Shireen on a sofa there. Though I was not told much, still I was now somewhat clear as to what was being transpired. I sat on the floor beside the sofa and touched my wife's cheeks and forehead in my bid to wake her up from her slumbered state. I, myself, was in a state of shock and anger. She did open her eyes slowly, but was not able to keep them that way for long. As she closed her eyes, I saw her lips moving, as if to say something, but was not able to make out anything. I kept holding her and after sometime, her body slowly went limp in my arm. I looked down with anxiety but she was breathing, more or less, normally. Just then, I heard the front door being knocked. I looked up at Kerri, who looked unperturbed. Pete came down and as he opened the door, I saw several policemen entering and following Pete upstairs without saying anything. They were followed by a couple of medics who told me to move aside and started to attend Shireen. I hesitantly got aside and stood anxiously as medics checked the vital signs of my wife. As they got busy, I felt a hand on my shoulder and I saw Kerri standing beside me. All I could say was "Thank you very much." The medics soon loaded Shireen on a stretcher and we followed them out of the hut. Shireen was soon taken away in the ambulance with me holding her hands as I sat beside her in the speeding vehicle. ---------------------------- The next few days were quite hectic despite the fact that I took off from work. Shireen had regained consciousness some time after reaching the hospital, though she continued to be a bit dazes well in the next day. Kerri came to visit her and spent some time alone with my wife. She later told me that I had nothing to worry about except for reassuring Shireen and taking care of her. Kerri also told me that we would be needed to record our statements with the investigators, but all of that after Shireen got a bit better. Before she left, I gave her keys to our home and told her to do me a favor. She willingly agreed to do the job. I spent as much time with Shireen and tried to comfort her. She spent most of her conscious moments staring blankly at the ceiling and crying. I deliberately avoided asking or commenting anything about the whole event and repeatedly reassured her about my love for her. My mentioning about love brought more tears to her eyes. So I just held her hand and she went to sleep just before noon. The sequence with which the events had unfolded was enough to tell me that my wife was in touch with Hernan, as regards to the past events, for sometime. It was also clear that she had gone out with him consensually, though her intentions probably could not have been what she had to go through. Kerri's mention, during our drive to the beach hut, about someone trying to take advantage of our currently sour relations told me that Hernan had schemed it and, somehow, Kerri got to know about it. Kerri's expression of hatred towards Hernan, while we were there the previous night, made it clear that she was really pissed off at him. While Shireen slept, I also reflected at the gross error of judgment that I, and even my wife, had made about Hernan. I had been with him in the same firm during my previous job at Saudi Arabia. That association had not been very long. Even his arrival in US, and the sudden closeness that me and my wife had with him, was perhaps uncalled for. Shireen's Story: From Her Viewpoint I -- The Pool Party "Dearest, are you sure I have to wear a swimsuit at the party?" I could not believe Akbar expected me to dress in a mere handkerchief to the party that night. "Of course, dear," he replied, "I am sure you do not want to look really out of place." I had not looked out of place at any of the other events since coming to Saudi, and his statement did not make the least bit of sense to me. "But this is Saudi and not the kind of dress that the locals permit," I was adamant too. "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," he answered, leaving me wondering why he was so keen on my being relatively unclothed. I was not yet twenty when I had married Akbar; he was moving to Saudi, right after my graduation from college in the US for the start of his first real management job. I was a typical Pakistani girl, from a conservative Peshawar-based Pathan family, but thankfully the kind that believed in getting me the best of education available in the city. He was from Islamabad, which though not the universal centre of liberty is Paris compared to Peshawar. Despite pressures from home, we had decided to hold off on having kids till we were at least financially independent. I was as virginal as could be when we were hitched. Akbar had spent some time in college in the US and I could not really vouch for his being uninitiated. Smartly, however, he had never mentioned any past trysts to me or anyone else I knew. Despite my conservative values, we did have a marvellous sex life? In bed Akbar was wonderful and considerate. I had often thanked my aunts for arranging this match, given that I could have easily have been tied to some feudal Pathan lord who would have used my body and kept me in isolation in some village mansion. I enjoyed the feeling of his cock inside my vagina. All the same I did find his odd requests for anal or oral sex a bit disquieting. Though agreeing to anal intercourse on occasion, given the fact that this was a popular activity notably among the Pathans, I was not inclined to a blow job, having my pussy sucked or usage of any sort of sex toys. Akbar kept telling me that I continued to have as tight a cunt as could be and that I would milk him 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," I advised Akbar as he walked in the door. Surprisingly he did not know about this. He thought this was weird since Hernan worked for the same company and they saw each other many times during the course of the day. 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. I wondered why Hernan had not mentioned anything to Akbar, but talked directly to me. I sensed that he was hot for me ever since I had arrived in Saudi after our wedding. Many of the guys around had commented that in addition to being the youngest of the company wives, I was also the prettiest. Hernan had made a point of inviting us a number of times since my arrival to various events, and given that Akbar had frequent business trips out of town, he made sure that I was never alone. Usually he was getting a few of the guys over to our house where I would feed them home made food and they would help me get over the tension of being by myself for extended periods of time. At the odd party, when there was dancing involved, and if Akbar was on trip or sitting one out, he would make a beeline to have me as his partner. I saw no real issue with this; the first time Hernan had ever asked for me to be his dance partner, Akbar assented without batting an eyelid. I would certainly also dance with other guys at the party, since the male to female ratio was very much in my favour and I never was left alone due to my obvious assets, but somehow Hernan would always be the first to ask me and to get the lion's share of my company. Nothing untoward ever happened, but still it was thrilling that someone had a thing for me. After all, how many girls mind a little bit of extra attention? Some of the other wives chided me about his crush, but no one really figured that anything was going on or ever would. "Shireen, you are not going to need those shalwar, kameez and dupattas at the party," Akbar had declared on coming home and finding me getting my wardrobe ready a day prior to the party, "are you planning on being the odd person out?" "What are you expecting me to wear?" I responded, knowing well that the lesser the better would be his idea. It had taken a while before I had actually started wearing pants and shirts, and had no experience of any other dress type. In fact, I had no problems wearing the black all-covering abaya that was accepted practice for females in the country, something the other females on the compound could not understand. "The normal dress code at a pool party is shorts or swimwear," he coolly replied getting a look of near horror from me, "but don't worry, I'll handle things if there are any issues." Boy did he think he was most assuring, after all I was the one doing the baring! "Akbar, do you have any problem with the fact that I let you enjoy my body any way you want," I reasoned, "Why is it that you have to put me on display for everyone else also?" I did not agree that everybody there that would be in that sort of attire and that it was very much a part of my wifely duties, being a rather religious person, to heed the suggestion of her husband. Was it not surprising that he wanted me to do something quite contrary to religious dictate, while rationalizing it as my faith based duty? Ah, the men of my country, great folks when they want to be, hypocrites otherwise! I was late coming back from a visit to a friend in town and knew that the party would be starting in a short time. Hernan was already setting up the barbecue and other necessities for the event as I ran into our house. He signalled that I should change and get to the pool double quick. Akbar was in the shower and I figured I had to forego my dip in order to be on time. I was surprised on finding a few swimsuits, bikinis, hot pants and tank tops on my bed, rather than the clothes I had laid out prior to leaving. Akbar was clearly up to something. I grabbed a bunch of the items and pulled him out of the shower demanding, "What exactly are these and who are they for?" "Take a look outside and tell me what you think," he responded in a most soothing tone, indicating that if I was not comfortable he would try to fix things. I peered out the bedroom window and saw that all the women at the pool were indeed wearing short and revealing clothes. Seeing that I had been in a huff going back into the bedroom, he waited in the shower for an extra long while, hoping I would cool down. My anger continued to grow as he extended his stay in the shower. The incessant ringing of the phone jerked me out of my state of ire. It was one of our neighbours, Lana, calling. Her husband also worked for the same company and they were also expected at the party. "How come I do not see at the pool?" she asked. "Just getting ready," I replied, trying not to take out Akbar's anger on Lana. "Are you putting on something really, really nice?" she pointedly asked. "What do you mean?" "Haven't you seen the lovely outfits Akbar bought for the party tonight? I am sure you will look stunning in them." So Lana knew that Akbar was getting me the stuff. "And how can you be so sure?" I retorted. "Oh, just a learned guess, and the fact that your husband would be so happy to be with the prettiest and sexiest, not to mention most stylish, lady at the pool," was her quick reply. "I am not so sure, these are all so revealing," I complained. "Come on, I went to store to get these for you, poor Akbar was mortified about talking to the store staff." That cleared up where the items had appeared from. I tell you what," she added, "I'll also wear something very sexy. But I bet you will be the star of the evening." "How can you be so sure to bet that will be the case?" I still was trying to weasel out. "I'll organize a little poll among the guests and if you do not win, I swear to walk around the pool topless before the party ends!" That was an argument clinching dare from Lana. Resigned to be wearing something of a revealing nature, I reluctantly chose a pair of shorts and a tank top. I added a pair of flip flops that would not get wet in the vicinity of the pool. Akbar was relieved that Lana's call had put me in the right frame of mind. He did look a bit disappointed that I had opted for the shorts and tank top, rather than the swimsuits or bikinis. Still this was a significant step forward for me and he was not about to crib about it. Outside, we noted that quite a few of the expected guests were still not there. Akbar put this down to the oriental habit of being fashionably late enough. I could see that he was completely excited at the thought of many men, who were there, staring at my relatively exposed body for the first time. And believe me, I was looking swell and drawing a fair share of attention at the party. Did I mention that I had unusually long and shapely legs for a Pakistani female and that my better than average height meant that my figure was quite statuesque. Bare today, my legs looked sensational and strangely, dressed that way, I was getting 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 my left cheek. He had never done so before and as I processed this information, he also did the same on the right cheek. While the thought must have crossed his mind, he wisely decided not to give me a peck on the lips, which I most certainly would have objected to. After all, I had put on a new coat of lipstick and would need to go back home to reapply it if smudged by a kiss. "I do hope you have a swimsuit under that," he pointed at my shorts and stressed, "You will be joining everyone in the pool soon." I turned a healthy shade of red at the thought of further baring myself. Hernan put his arms around my waist and pulled me along, "come dear, let me introduce you to a few people here." As we walked away, leaving Akbar standing as if he had not existed, I felt Hernan's hand slip down to my behind and squeeze my butt cheek. This was rather bold of him, but a scene would not be in anyone's interest. I took a couple of steps, with his hand on my rear and then tactfully pulled it up to my waist again. Understanding that I was not going to allow any high jinks, he let go as we came up to the people he wanted me to meet. I should have been angered at the fact that he was groping me, but actually felt somewhat turned on. Very soon the party was in full swing, with partially clothed bodies all around. A few of the guys and the odd wife or girlfriend had started to play games that were allowing close contact in the pool. By and large everyone appeared to be blowing off steam from the otherwise restrictive Saudi environs. I never had a swimming lesson in my whole life and so understandably stayed away from the pool. I had no issues mingling with the guests and occasionally siding up to Akbar, with a sexy smile on my face. I knew he was getting aroused and that tonight we would be fucking each others' brains out. So he wanted to see me flaunt myself, I figured to let him enjoy the scene and change in me. "Shireen, come on join us in the pool," some of the guys playing pool volleyball urged. "I cannot," I said, "no swimsuit!" "Hey come on," the group turned its attention to Akbar, "are you guys joining in or not?" I looked at him for suggestions and with a quick hand gesture he suggested I run in to the house and get into a swimsuit. I mouthed a definite no to the idea. However, the cajoling of the guys and his doe eyed look kept working at my resolve. The mood of the party had warmed me up and having already been partially clothed, I decided to do as he suggested, heading home to change. I took in the swimwear and opted for a striped swimsuit, rather than any of the bikinis. While I would put a good deal of flesh on display with the swimsuit, the bikini was just too risqué for me. I knew that Akbar would hope that I went all the way to the bikinis, but even the swimsuit was way more than I would reasonably have agreed to. Catcalls and whistles rent the air as I made an entrance into the pool area. I blushed, but enjoyed the compliments all the same. Walking up to Akbar, I twirled and said, "Happy with the change of outfit?" Was he happy? His dick was already straining and I could make out his hard-on even in his denims. "You know I cannot swim, so are you coming in and staying with me on the shallow end?" I asked Akbar. "Why don't you sit by the side," he suggested, "and I'll be back in a moment." He figured I would be fine while he also changed. I sat down midway at the side of the pool, letting my legs dangle into the water. I was well placed to see the pool volleyball game being played at the time. Suddenly, I felt a jerk on my right foot and was pulled into the pool. As I thrashed about, the hand around my foot loosened and I saw that there was no one within ten feet of me. I cried out for help and tried to keep my head above water. It seemed like an eternity before an arm encircled my waist and my face was propelled above the surface. Someone was helping me get back to the pool's edge. I reached out and grabbed for the bar on the inside of the pool, and then both pulled myself to it and felt my body being pushed in the same direction. As I regained my bearings, I noted that Nick, another of Akbar's colleagues, was holding me up. One arm was around my waist, the other rubbing the area between my neck and breasts. I spat out a mouthful of water and let him guide me towards the shallow end of the pool. As we made our way forward, his hands stayed fixed on my boobs, pressing them and feeling around my tits, and his pelvis also appeared melded to my backside, allowing me to feel a hardening in his midsection. Still holding on to me, Nick said, "hey Shireen, you should be glad I was around," to which I thankfully shook my head as he added, "it may have been a bit awkward to give you mouth to mouth with this group around!" I was sure he would not have minded the least bit if the situation had actually come to that extreme. Thankfully Akbar was at the shallow end to help me out. Seeing he was back, I climbed out of the pool, using the side ladder. Nick's hands cradled my bottom as I exited. I cuddled up to Akbar, knowing that my protector was back. "What happened, dear?" he was perplexed. "I mistakenly decided to sit close to the deep end of the pool, with my legs dangling inside," I explained, "when one of the guys pulled me in as I was waiting for you to return." He wanted to know who had done it when the culprit himself appeared and apologised for not knowing that I was unable to swim. I had taken a few mouthfuls of water, before Nick had realized what was going on and brought me to the other side of the pool. Akbar made a point of thanking Nick, while I thought that he had received ample reward feeling me up. Still, I was grateful he was there in time. Akbar sat down on a deck chair and began to dry my body off with a large beach towel. Unmindful that I was being stared at from many sides, I placed one leg next to his crotch and then the other, bending forward each time to let him dry me. I could sense that all the guys would have gladly traded places with Akbar if only for those few moments of drying my legs. After these were done, I sat in his lap and he wrapped the towel around my body, leaving virtually my entire legs bare. I repositioned myself to lie along the length of the chair, my back and head resting against Akbar's chest and legs suggestively placed, one straight and the other with the knee bent a bit. Dried off to a more comfortable level, I smoothed the towel on the chair and lay back on it. Very soon a group of folks took the seats around us, guys outnumbering the few ladies present by a hefty margin. Many of them were openly ogling me. I can't say whether the feeling of shyness was greater than that of arousal. Akbar's presence, however, reassured me that whatever the state of my undress, I was safe with him around. Noting that the natural lighting had become dull, Hernan turned on the arc lights around the pool. One was close to where we were sitting. He waved at Akbar and put him in charge of the barbecue pit. I was left surrounded by a bunch of guys, all paying me a great deal of attention. "Shireen, I bet you have never had your feet massaged," the guy who had pulled me into the pool stated, "let me make it up to you by offering my excellent services." "Let me do the other one," piped up the fellow next to him, "and you can tell us who is better at it." It did not seem like too odd a request and sounded like a good idea, so I stretched out a foot towards each end of the armchair. These were gladly taken by the guys, who began their ministrations with gusto. My feet felt great and I did not mind too much as their hands began to reach further up my legs, reaching the knees. At this juncture another two offered their services and the guys massaging me reluctantly ceded their spots. I must say that these fellows were also good and soon they had managed to get their hands well above my knees and around my thighs. A third guy had decided to come up behind me and started working on my neck and shoulders. I was in heaven. A few more minutes and the guys below, and now there were four persons working on my underside, may have chanced trying to get a hand on my pubic area. The fellow behind me also appeared to be getting a little more adventurous and his strokes were already brushing the top of my boobs. I noted Akbar gazing at me a few times, the last couple with a strange look on his face. I figured that he had got full value given that his intention was to put my body on display! I later discovered that other than my obvious good looks, the guys were enjoying a free show of unintended skin from me. I had worn a striped black and white swimsuit, the black stripes being much thinner than the white ones. With the light shining behind, the white stripes, having not fully dried out, had almost gone transparent and my entire body was on view for anyone within a few feet of me. Worse still, the black stripes were highlighting my pubic area and breasts wonderfully. And since I was sitting with my legs splayed apart at one end and stretching back at the other to receive the massage from atop, the view on offer was totally unimpeded all the way from the tip of my toes to my forehead; I could have been as nude as the day I was born, though I am sure my admirers preferred me at my current age. I may have had a heart attack if I had known this this at the time; thankfully I did not. I wondered what was up when Akbar diplomatically managed to extricate me from the crowd. Perhaps he had prevented my being the certain object of many of the bachelors' jacking off after the party while remembering my curves and the feel of my soft skin. Akbar had sided up to me, literally fighting his way through the adoring crowd. He whispered in my ear, "Our host has a request for you." "Really, what does Hernan want?" "He was admiring how good you look in the swimsuit and I accidentally told him that you also have a couple of new bikinis." "And, so what?" I obviously knew why, but was not playing along. Shireen's Story: From Her Viewpoint "He wonders if he could see you in one." "Are you nuts?" I responded, "and why should I do what he wants?" "Okay, I would like to see you in one too." I appeared uninterested, and he looked like he was getting concerned that more and more people were coming around to stare at me. "Shireen, you would be the best looking female here if you were wearing a bikini," he appealed to the base sense of every woman. "No way," I quickly retorted, "and in case you have something on your mind, the bikinis are all the way back at the house and I am not going back again by myself!" "Tell you what, I'll come along and we will be back in no time," he continued to badger me, "and given the event, it is a fair request." Figuring that he was adamant, and egged on by a couple of the guys who had heard him whisper the word "bikini" I grabbed his arm and pointed us homewards. Entering the house, I slammed the door shut, pushed Akbar onto a plush armchair and whipped my swimsuit off in an instant. "Fuck me right now," I ordered, removing his shorts and placing my very wet pussy onto his rock hard cock, sighing as he filled up my interior. Our mouths came together as I rode Akbar with single-minded intent. Neither of us lasted long and I shrieked with pleasure as he shot his load inside me. I rested my head against his chest for a few minutes and then jumped up and out of the chair, running for the stairs to our bedroom. As we disentangled, I saw that the window curtains had not been drawn and made out the form of Lana, standing just outside and maybe having seen our lovemaking. "Come on, we have to get back to the party," I reminded Akbar, putting Lana out of mind. I ran up the stairs to change into an even more abbreviated outfit. For some unfathomable reason, I could care less about modesty at the time. After all, if my love was into my state of undress than why not let him enjoy the spectacle! I really felt like the belle of the ball! A knock on the door was followed by Akbar having a word with Lana. I had already surmised that she had seen some, if not all, of our antics during the past few minutes. "Tell Shireen to put on some fancy heels when she comes out, you'll like the impact she has!" "But it is slippery out there," I protested loudly. "Oh I am sure you can handle slippery situations," Lana yelled back, before I heard the door shut. I passed on a shower, figuring it would delay our return, and checked out the bikinis still lying on my bed. I walked down, wearing a dark blue bikini, with a front clasp, which left much of my sizable breasts on display. The bottom was also barely covering anything and stayed put due to lacy bow ties on each side. Taking Lana's suggestion, I had added a sexy pair of heels. Akbar followed as I shot out the front door, still carrying his musk on me. If the catcalls had been loud, when I had appeared in the swimsuit, the response this time was absolute cacophony. Framed by the light behind, I decided to play a little, and struck a sexy pose. Akbar ran right into me, not realizing I had stopped. Luckily I lifted an arm and hooked it around his neck just in time, stabilizing us both. "I guess both Hernan and you will be quite happy with the new outfit!" I quipped. "Stay there, you two," Ghassan directed us as he lifted a camera to his face. I wondered where he would be getting the film developed, but I was still was quite happy posing for a couple of shots with Akbar and a lot more just by myself. "I'll get them developed in Beirut next week," he assured us, "and I am sure you will like the results." I felt that Akbar was a bit concerned that Ghassan was taking pictures of me relatively unclothed. It was strange that jealousy and concern were coming to the fore given that he had prompted me into the bikini in the first place. Hernan's eyes nearly popped out and his midsection also twitched noticeably as I went up to him, twirled slowly, and whispered, "Is this what you were expecting?" into his ear. He could hardly swallow a morsel of the barbecue, as his eyes stayed on me throughout dinner time. I bet he was sizing me up for potential dessert! 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. I reminded them that I could not swim but was reassured that the game was now set up across the shallow end and that I would be able to stand easily while playing. As we entered the pool, the game referee stopped Akbar, saying that the teams already had an equal number of female and male players with my arrival. He did not protest and went off to chat with Lana and a few other folk. As I entered, the guys splashed water on me. I also got into the mood and reacted, splashing back. The guys kept getting closer and finally started brushing up against me during and at the end of each point. By this time I was too much into the game to care, given that the teams were neck and neck. I wondered if something was up, but decided to play cool just in case, when Hicham and Ron grabbed me from either side, each cupping one of my breasts, feeling up my rear concurrently as they lifted me out of the water and back, and congratulated me for a nice return of serve. Given that they had also been giving me foot and neck massages, I did not take things too seriously at first. I soon, however, felt that not everything was on the level. During the course of play they grabbed me front and back in the water and made a "Shireen Sandwich" as they called it. Ron put his hands down my bikini bottom and rubbed my pussy while Hicham squeezed my breasts. 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. But the third time they changed positions, Hicham put his hand down my panties and fingers in my pussy as Ron grabbed my boobs and caressed my rear. The ball had gone out of the pool and had actually rolled out to the parking lot, so recovering it took a bit of time. I was unsure if to disengage and create a scene or try some other tack, while amazed that that I was allowing such access to them. What's worse, I climaxed and Hicham could feel his fingers being sucked into my pussy as I tightened up and came. This emboldened them to try things further, but I had to sort matters out at that point. Hicham had managed to unlace my bottom at one end and was headed for the other. Ron had also unclasped my bra at the back and had his hands around my bare breasts. I pushed my hand down Ron's shorts, grabbing his cock and digging in with my nails. Concurrently, I kneed Hicham in his groin, bending him over in pain. Both of them backed off immediately and I was able to exit the pool, shaking from the orgasm, barely doing up my bikini as I emerged, and wondering about my own brazen behaviour. Calls from the others to stay till the game had ended were not concerted enough to get me back to such overt fondling. I was, however, immensely aroused and grabbed Akbar. "Can we go home now?" I made it clear that the party was done. Despite protests from Hernan and others, we were among the first to take our leave. The party soon wound down, perhaps since the star attraction had exited, and its end signalled the start of Akbar's night-time work load. "So what turned you on the most during the party?" he asked in a non-serious manner, after we had coupled again. Akbar had told me about the reason for the change to a bikini and I wondered how much of me had actually been on display and for what length of time. He was delighted that I had taken to the liberated dress forms, even though the others had seen much more of me than intended. However, I don't think he felt as happy about things once I told him about the contact with Ron and Hicham in the pool, notably that I had been turned on by their touches. He had no recourse but to accept that there was nothing to do about it, after all I had not fucked anyone else. Or maybe he liked the idea that I was loosening up in that regard too! As far as Lana going around the pool topless, the poll to determine the sexiest person at the party never transpired. I think we all know who would have won! ------------------------------------------------- II -- Striking a Pose or Two "Shireen, that is an awesome picture," Francesca ventured, "I did not know you had such modelling talent." "Oh no, it is just a picture from a party last year in Saudi," I responded. "Take my word, you do have the spark," she added, "and it certainly looks like it was one hell of a party." "Oh it sure was awesome," I smiled and reminisced about the last, and only, pool party I had ever been to. Our move to North America was a welcome change from Saudi. Akbar had been planning on getting an MBA and the acceptance from a top West Coast school was too tempting to turn down. I had also decided to complete my 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, I was able to secure a reasonable level of scholarship and need-based funding, or we 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 us were even 25, we could relate to each other as mature students, having experienced life outside of school. I had run into her during her fine art class and the friendship had been immediate. True to promise, Ghassan had the film from the pool party developed on his next trip to Beirut. At our farewell dinner, he had presented Akbar with a package. Inside were nearly a dozen full page sized pictures of me in the bikini. Also included in the package were all the negatives. A second large round tube had two copies of a poster size picture of me lounging on a deck chair. Akbar was wondering about the second copy, when Ghassan sided up to me. "Lana is so jealous that I took these pictures, so that is why all the negatives are in your package," he told me, "but would you mind greatly if you sign this one just for me to keep!" "Sure I will," I 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 I returned the poster to him. The second picture gave me the opportunity to thank Hernan for being a good friend throughout my stay in Saudi. He had stopped by a few days earlier and told me how much he would miss having me around. I quickly scribbled, "Don't forget me, maybe next time you may get lucky!" I took it over to Hernan, who was happy to receive such a memento. But I am certain that he was totally thrilled by a completely unexpected quick kiss on his lips. Akbar found Francesca and me looking over 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 I had never separated from the more routine ones. "Akbar, she looks dazzling," Francesca admitted, while I 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?" Akbar's interest was piqued. Though I 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 our savings. If it was possible to bring in some additional funds, it would really help out with 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," Francesca explained. I 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" I advised Akbar a couple of days later, but he could see the concern on my face. "That's great, so what is the problem?" "Most of the classes need human subjects for the students to draw," I 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," I 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!" As far as I was concerned, 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 was it worth doing, I wondered. "What is the class make up like?" he asked. "Overwhelmingly female in all three classes," I 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," he reassured me. "Really, I thought the idea of my being nude in a crowd of guys would turn you on!" "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," Akbar did not 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. I was happily into the modeling assignment, so far not needing to remove much of my clothing. This experience was also building up my confidence that the next half would also be manageable as everyone had been professional and helpful so far. Akbar had occasionally stopped by and this had added to my confidence at times. But when Dr. Rickard asked me to go behind the curtain and disrobe for the first of the human form classes, I felt all the apprehensions that she had bottled up so far. The Professor herself was a fifty-something matron, who came over to me and comfortingly said, "I bet you those three guys are so gay they get turned off by as pretty a girl as you!" I let out a giggle and shook my head to indicate I was okay with the task. The first class was focusing on the torso and upper body, so I only had to be topless, needing to divest my blouse and bra but leaving the skirt on. I stepped up to the podium, breasts full and tits erect, my face and body a notable shade of red. The entire class gave me a good look over, as I 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. That evening, Akbar was not due home till about 10 p.m. and I planned to give him a surprise. I turned the lights out, leaving the house dark except for a few rays filtering down from upstairs. Akbar came upstairs and as he stepped into the bedroom I turned the lights on again, displaying a large canvas frame that was resting on the floor and standing a good six feet high. More importantly, in front, I was posed with my arms overhead, my breasts taut, and just a large scarf around my waist barely covering my pussy. I was perfectly motionless as he put his arms around me, sucked my tits, caressed my body and untied the scarf. Our mouths came together and he pushed me on to the bed. My legs opened and Akbar fought to remove his garments. In no time, his dick was buried deep in me. No longer acting immobile, I came alive and pushed back, scratched his back and bit down on his lip. We both came mightily, and I surmised that the class had certainly done wonders for his libido and mine. My comfort level having grown over the past few weeks, I sportingly stepped out stark naked in front of the class when the full nudity part started. The Professor had given me a heads up, in a phone call, the day before and Akbar wondered why I giggled so much as she carried out the conversation. We had hit upon a sort of magic code that allowed me to let go of my shyness and the Professor had continued to reinforce the message to me. This time, however, the guys in the group looked at me with appreciation and I was double minded whether they were indeed gay. We were almost at the end of the term; Akbar had just one more semester before he got his degree; I had a few more sessions of modeling before the check was due. He was getting serious about searching for the next job; one we expected would deliver a much bigger financial package than seen before. I was also close to completing my bachelor's degree and was rightly proud of this accomplishment. But the peace did not last and advice from Professor Rickard had me reconsidering the job. I was being joined by a male model and the very last part of the course was titled something like the human form in erotica. Having had no issues with the other classes, which remained rather tame as far as dress requirements were concerned, with a swimsuit needed on the odd occasion, the prospect of losing out on a lot of effort, that I had already made, grated on my mind. At the same time, while now quite comfortable with being nude for the class audience, and even the odd visitor, I was very unsure of interacting with an equally naked male person, and particularly for the type of poses I imagined it may require. A slight accident with our vehicle, while I was driving, had led to our insurance rates rising. I felt particularly bad about this and this fact swayed my mind in favour of completing the assignment and getting paid for the entire slog. I reasoned that the guy would also be doing his job and that everyone had been acting above board to date. Dr. Rickard was relieved that I was going to stay through to the end of the course. Akbar was of course keen that I continued, the almost certain sex play following each session was something to look forward to. Fred walked right up to me as I hesitated before disrobing. "It is okay, I will look the other way," he tried to make small conversation and reassure me at the same time. 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 gave off an aura of sincerity, even with the earring he wore in one ear. Steeling myself, I dropped the robe and went up to the podium. The Professor suggested that I stand, with one leg extended a bit in front of the other. Fred was to kneel, with his face looking upward from my midsection. One of my hands was to rest on his shoulders and the other on my waist as I gazed at a distant object. His arms were to go around one of my legs as if he was hanging on as I was moving forward. While we set up, I felt his arms brushing the underside of my torso including my pussy and rectum, given that he was wrapped around my bare leg. Every so often, Fred had to relax his neck by lowering it, which put his face into direct contact with my vagina. I was unsure if on occasion he had flicked his tongue in to the rapidly moistening opening, but decided to be cool. At the next session, we were focusing on what looked like ballet forms, whereby I had to come right up against Fred and lean back, with my hands outstretched. He supported me with his hands both allowing me to bend backwards at my waist and also to hold my lower body to him. This put our privates in direct contact. I had to psych myself into completing the assignment and not walk off. Shireen's Story: From Her Viewpoint Professor Rickard told Akbar the last session was on erotica and by policy this was closed to visitors. I was concerned that he would not be there for the most critical sessions, but was truly committed to finishing. To be honest, the term was ending and it was important he focused on completing his courses and exams and be in good stead for the job search over the coming four to six months. "Class, we are in the last few sessions before the course ends," the Professor advised the class, which gave me a sense of comfort. This soon vanished when we had to set up for the first day. I was standing in front of him, my left hand resting on and covering his penis. His left hand was placed over my pussy and right one came across my right breast. We had to stay that way for quite a while and I was amazed that Fred managed to not get overly excited, even though he was allowing his fingers a bit of massage to keep the blood circulating, concurrently rubbing my privates. The next session had me standing against a wall, with him seated between my legs. His face appeared to be buried in my crotch and my hands were in his hair. It was fairly obvious what was being represented, and the look of passion, I was asked to portray, would easily give away what was going on. Fred took every opportunity to rest up against my pussy. I was wondering if things would get any worse. They did. The third session had him lying down, while I was seated over his crotch, bent backwards and pointing my tits skywards. My arms were at my side and he was holding both hands down to the ground. I was certain that Fred was getting excited and if I had let him, he would have put his cock into my aroused pussy. The fourth day had me sitting in his lap, his arms around my waist and mine around his neck. What made it more difficult was the fact that our lips were locked in a sensuous kiss. There was no way I could prevent Fred kissing me the whole session and I could feel his cock throbbing hard under my torso. At least I knew that there was just one session more to negotiate. The last picture upped the ante even further and had me on all fours, one leg slightly ahead of the other and my face reflecting immense sexual satisfaction. He was standing behind me, his hands on my ass. His penis was lined up with my privates, indicating he was entering me from behind. I could not believe that he remained composed, while his cock stayed rock hard, frequently knocking, to possibly be allowed passage, at my vaginal or anal entrances. I was in a sweat by the time the session ended. What was worse that the car was in the garage for repairs and I had to accept Fred's invitation to drive me home. Professor Rickard handed me my cheque and a set of the best drawings from the class as mementos before we left the building. I could not just let Fred drop me home. He had told me he liked samosas and I had promised to make some for him. He probably got the wrong idea when I asked him if he would like to come in for a bit. He chowed down on the snacks that I brought and may have been thinking about moving things forward as we looked over the charcoal drawings that the Professor had given me. Luckily Akbar walked in, having finished his last paper. "Hi jaan," I was relieved he was home, "I got the cheque today and Professor Rickard also gave me some of the best drawings from the class through the term." "That's great, but what is Fred doing here?" "We finished earlier than expected and he gave me a ride home, since the car is still at the garage," I explained. Fred looked somewhat disappointed at Akbar's arrival and before long he begged our leave. I was thankful that things had turned out the way they did. The pictures caught Akbar's attention. "Did you actually pose in those fashions?" he asked as these were way more suggestive than any of the others he had seen me model for. "Yes, these were exactly as you see," I confirmed. "Is he actually fucking you in a couple of the pictures?" "Hey certainly wanted to," I was open about Fred's intentions, "but I was not going to do it in public." "So is that why you brought him over?" he wondered whether there were ulterior motives. "I must say I was getting extremely turned on, particularly during the session today but there was no way that I was going to fuck him," I continued, "he did drive me over and was perhaps hoping for a little bit extra that he was not going to get, even if he had been lying naked on top of me all day." "But darling, if you were enjoying what he was doing to your body during the class," he was pushing me, "why did you not have sex, I had no issues if you decided to make love to him?" "Why would I sleep with a guy like that?" I told him, "don't you know that guys wearing earrings are gay, I did not want to fuck someone who sleeps with other guys." "And I must say the guy has the ugliest penis in the world; no way that was going into me!" Fred was uncircumcised and I had never seen a dick like that before. I was not exactly right about the earring, or the fact that Fred was probably not gay, but had done the right thing in not encouraging him. At least that's what I felt. Whether Akbar had the same opinion, was up to him to decide. ------------------------------------------------- III -- Taking the Next Big Step The pool party and art class far in the past, our lives had returned pretty much to the normal, with sex once or twice a week but nothing out of the ordinary. Some time before our anniversary, we were talking about fantasies. Akbar was going in circles so I asked outright what his ultimate fantasy was. Initially he was hesitant but finally blurted out that it was to see me with another man. I could not believe him and fought to keep from kicking him in the groin. A few days later, he asked me what I thought of his fantasy but I decided to ignore him. As the days passed, he often tried to bring up the topic but I would find ways to skirt the issue. One evening when I was cornered, Akbar got my agreement that it was a nice fantasy but was unacceptable where reality was concerned. I had a litany of reasons not to attempt what he wanted: it was taboo; someone would find out; we would not respect each other afterwards; I could catch something unwanted; and so on. However he kept hammering away that my fears were baseless. It seemed my only way out was to call his bluff; after all talk is cheap and action may not be so forthcoming. One Saturday morning I was in a very horny mood and we had some wild sex. As we lay back after relieving our most basic urges, I admitted that having thought about the whole thing I was ready, if indeed that was what he wanted. Akbar was ecstatic until after breakfast, when I asked who he intended me to have sex with. He was at a loss as far as naming a definite person was concerned. I had told him I would not agree to fuck some absolute stranger. Considering that we had just moved to Atlanta, where he had found a solid management position with a leading snack food company, we really did not know too many people around. The folks on the West Coast might have lived on Saturn, given the distances involved and the guys from Saudi sounded even further out. "Shireen, I give up, I do not know anyone that well in Atlanta; perhaps you have someone in mind." "Nope, nobody here," I replied, a sense of relief coming over me. Did he really expect me to name a guy in the vicinity, not that I had one in mind? "You've never wondered what it would be like to have a bit of variety with another guy," he kept returning to the point. "That's not entirely true," I answered, "I guess if I were to pick anyone, it would have to be some of the guys in Saudi, like Ron, Hernan or Camille, maybe even Ghassan." "You would sleep with those guys?" he zoned in on what I had said. "Maybe, but only if they do not have one of those ugly looking things," I was obviously not into someone uncircumcised. It looked like the anniversary would proceed without my getting into bed with another guy, and Akbar seemed bummed out. With a few days left in our annual celebration, he had pretty much given up on the idea of expanding my sexual horizon and planned instead to take me out to a resort in Florida. Perhaps the bluff had been well called and things would now settle down. Sometimes, however, karma takes over and indeed I wondered if such was the case when things transpired in a way none of us had counted upon. Hernan had been on the US Immigration list for many years and was to finally become a naturalized citizen in a matter of weeks. Since he had filed in Tampa, and was to take his oath of citizenship there, we had the opportunity of being in the same state and our anniversary could really be celebrated in style. Akbar, on learning of his plans, exchanged communications with Hernan and ensured that we would meet up in Jacksonville during our trip. Apparently Hernan's naturalization, his birthday and our anniversary were all falling within the same week. Not surprisingly Akbar held off the news from me, there was not need to spook me earlier than necessary. We checked into our hotel for a four day stay having arrived real late at night courtesy of a delayed flight. In the morning we wished each other a happy anniversary and passionately made love. Then he broke the news to me. My eyes popped and I was speechless as he advised that Hernan was joining us and that we were invited for lunch at the Marina to celebrate his new status. While I did not have to mention it, I sensed that before the day was out I would have to let another man enjoy my body and charms. I wondered if I could back out, but was unable to find a valid reason to drop the idea at such a late stage. "So what would you want me to wear?" I asked. "Don't wear skirts or pants," Akbar suggested, "why do you not try out one of your saris with the short blouses?" Though I normally stayed away from Indian style clothes, much preferring Pakistani shalwar kameez suits, this sounded like a good mix of conservatism and suggestiveness: conservative in that it wrapped much of my body in yards of cloth; suggestive in that the top was barely two triangles, with the front deep enough to show significant cleavage and the back nothing but a drawstring. My belly and virtually all of my back would be bare. He had bought the sari on a trip to India and I had not yet had the opportunity to wear it. The light pink sari made me look even lighter skinned and, since the heels were hidden by my garment, allowed me to stand much taller. The top was quite filmy and I had to forego wearing a bra that would be visible. By pulling one end of the sari across my front, I hoped my nipples would not be very visible. Of course as my mind wandered, during the drive over, the edge slipped away and we arrived at the Marina with my points quite prominent, through the sheer fabric, to the many eyes staring at me. Hernan was waiting for us in the reception area. He shook Akbar's hand and gave him a quick hug. Done with greeting him, Hernan's arms went around my waist pulling me in; mine went across his neck since I expected it would be okay to give him a quick peck. But his lips clamped on to mine and his tongue went into my mouth. We remained in that position for a few moments beyond what would have been just friendly. I felt my legs turn to jelly wondering about the activity that was to follow. "Shireen it is so good to see you," he almost stuttered, "you are a sight for sore eyes." "And you are not happy to see Akbar?" I kiddingly remarked. "Oh no, it is a treat to share my happy day with dear friends," he replied, directing me towards the restaurant, one arm still around my waist and gradually moving downwards. I did not pull his hand back up and literally sat down on it, in the booth we were led to, before he got it out from under me. Hernan had placed me next to himself on the plush two-seater, while Akbar sat across from us on a chair. Through lunch Hernan's right hand was constantly caressing some part of my legs or body. At other times it was often placed over my left hand, with frequent squeezing being the preferred course of action. When a photographer came by, he closed the distance and planted a kiss on my cheek as the picture was taken. I did not drink, but both of the guys had quite a few rounds. Akbar was ravenous, but Hernan was too occupied with feeling me up. I hardly touched the food; since I was going to be dessert, I did not want to look bloated after eating a meal! "Let's take sweets and coffee back at our hotel," Akbar suggested, "we can talk and do things more freely there." I was uncertain about getting up, but Hernan was calling the valet for our vehicles in no time at all. He was driving a convertible and Akbar asked if I felt safe accompanying him to the hotel. "This sari is going to flap like crazy," I protested, but got into his vehicle anyway. As Akbar headed off via the direct highway route, we went down the coastal road. It would be about an hour before we reached the hotel, giving Akbar time enough to ensure the room was in order and that room service had delivered a significant amount of snacks and drinks. I figured that Hernan would make a move on me. However, he remained focused on the drive. The only exception was when my sari began to flap away. He pulled the edge and tucked it under the seat belt, leaving me nearly topless. That did help keep the fabric from getting loose, but not quite succeed in distracting his attention from the road. After all, I was bare except for my top being covered by two insignificantly small pieces of transparent and silky cloth. We made small talk till we reached our hotel and my nerves began to jangle increasingly. I wondered how he could be so patient, his cock was certainly straining in his trousers! "Do you know Hernan's birthday is tomorrow?" I told Akbar upon entering the room. "And can you think of a birthday treat for him?" Akbar dropped a huge hint. "Oh, why do we not let the birthday boy decide what he would like," I suggested, heading to the facilities to freshen up and fix my makeup. In the bathroom, I psyched myself to stay in control while pondering next steps. I could not believe things had actually progressed to that stage. "Akbar, I am getting a strange vibe from both of you," I heard Hernan asking point blank, "is there something that has to be done?" "What do you mean?" my husband responded. "I have never seen Shireen let me get so close to her," Hernan continued, "are you guys having marital troubles?" "Oh, no, we have the happiest of marriages," Akbar confessed, "it is just that we are opening up to experimentation and spicing things up further." "Such as," Hernan explored. "Maybe a bit of variety for us, instead of being with the same person, just for an occasional change," Akbar opened up. "Am I hearing you correct," Hernan asked for clarification, "Do you want me to make love to your wife?" "Would that not be a real nice birthday present for you," Akbar responded, "and a fantastic anniversary experience for us?" "I still cannot believe you, but why me?" "Hernan, you were Shireen's best friend in Saudi," Akbar explained, "why should she not enjoy the moment with someone she likes, and I do know you are hot for her." "You have me there," he agreed, "but are you sure Shireen will do this?" "Maybe not alone with you right now," Akbar opined, "but with me around for reassurance we can all have a really good time." I could not believe that the moment was upon me. Sure I could back out but I would have not only broken the promise to Akbar but also risked the friendship with Hernan. Well, I had said I would consider fucking him; just that I did not actually think it was going to happen. There was no reneging now. I joined Akbar on the sofa while Hernan sat on the armchair next to it. As we started talking about rather mundane things, Akbar tactfully began to rub my back and ease the tension that was building up in me. Akbar soon directed the talk towards what he wanted to happen. Hernan said that he had never done anything of the sort before. So far his intimate encounters had been with regular girlfriends. He was not surprised to learn that he would be my first man aside from Akbar, and said he felt honoured. We were all getting into the spirit of things and Akbar encouraged me onwards. I gave Akbar a look that communicated, "are you really 100% sure about this?" He smiled back, remarking, "Happy anniversary sweetie, enjoy your treat!" This was the point of no return. Hernan tenderly took my hand and led me to the bed. I raised my head towards Hernan and he brushed my hair with his hand. We both started touching each others' bodies; Hernan caressing my petticoat covered thighs, while I rubbed his shoulders. Our eyes met and we moved towards each other. Before I knew it, we were locked in a very eager and passionate kiss. "Would you like to undress her or do you mind if I unwrap this beauty?" Hernan asked Akbar after our mouths separated. Receiving the signal to go ahead, he stood me up and pulled at one end of the sari. True to Indian cinematic style, I twirled a few times, as the fabric left my body. Soon the sari was off and tossed aside and I awaited his next move, my chest heaving mightily. Hernan untied the back of my blouse and pulled the garment off, exposing my breasts. As he massaged and rubbed my neck, shoulders and back and squeezed my breasts, I lay down in pleasure, his kisses moving down to my stomach. While nuzzling the area below my navel, he loosened the petticoat and slid it off to uncover skin pink panties. He quickly took off his shirt and I started to kiss and rub his body right away. Hernan asked me to stand, and as I did he dropped the panties around my ankles. I was totally naked for the first time since birth in front of a man who was not my husband or father. Charged up by the atmosphere, I had a healthy glow on my cheeks and skin, my fully shaven pussy was ripe to be enjoyed and the heels I was wearing added to the sexy visage. Hernan drank in the scene and whispered in my ear, "you are the prettiest woman I have ever been with; I do not know what I did to deserve this." I blushed red even though I was in a most intimate situation with him and my nipples perked up. Hernan moved his mouth down to my pubic area. On one hand I could not believe I was well and truly doing what Akbar wanted me to, on the other I was in heaven, enjoying the sensation fully as Hernan licked, sucked and tongue massaged my clit, vagina and anus. He had good stamina and continued doing this for a good ten minutes while I cried out with pleasure. Though standing while being worked upon, I could feel that my legs would buckle under me at any moment due to the state of arousal I was in. Finally he got up and helped me back on the bed, letting my legs dangle over the side. Akbar hopped over, planted a kiss on my lips and suggested that it was Hernan's turn to get serviced. Standing in front of me, Hernan pulled his jeans and underwear down, sporting a huge erection. I was a little nervous, given that this was the first cock, other than Akbar's, that I was seeing in earnest. I was surprised at the length and girth of his member, which certainly was somewhat larger than Akbar's, and also pleased that his genital area was not overly hairy and that he was circumcised. I stared at it for a bit and then shyly started to rub and feel it, holding his balls with one hand while massaging the dick with the other. Hernan put his hands behind my head and bent forward so his cock was in line with my mouth. Given that I had never given a blow job to Akbar, I wondered how to react. For a moment I was confused and unsure, but since I was doing so many things for the first time that day, it seemed the right thing to try oral sex too. After playing with his balls and contemplating his cock for a while, I used both hands to grab his cock, stared at the head for a few seconds, gave Akbar a smile and a "here goes" look, closed my eyes and put it in my mouth. It did not taste bad, or good, just meaty. I did not really know what to do next, but Hernan helped by whispering directions on what to do and I quickly caught on that I needed to both suck and lick his cock. I began to follow instructions and soon noted that he was beginning to moan with pleasure. Thankfully, he pulled out from my mouth, just in time, and sent a stream of his semen across from my breasts to below my waist. Shireen's Story: From Her Viewpoint Excited by the happenings, I imagine, Akbar got up and quickly undressed, his dick rock hard as he moved in front of me. Hernan had positioned himself behind my back, reaching around my front and cleaning my body with a towel, while recuperating from the blow job he had just received. I grabbed onto Akbar's penis with one hand and began sucking. He was in seventh heaven and the heat of the moment caused him to gush forth in my mouth, almost without warning. However, as Hernan was sitting right behind, not giving me much room to pull back, as Akbar ejaculated, I had no option but to keep sucking and swallowing the salty and creamy stuff for a while. Releasing Akbar's dick, I gave him a playful bite on the end, which put an exclamation point on the performance. Akbar sat behind me, when I returned to the bed after taking a quick break to clean out my mouth. Cradling my upper body, while lasciviously prying my legs open, he presented my honey pot to the birthday boy. While Hernan grabbed a condom, from a strip containing about a dozen that was placed next to the bed, I turned around to deep kiss Akbar. Hernan slowly inserted his dick into my pussy and started pumping me from behind. Hernan pulled out from me after a bit and flopped down on the bed. I got on top, placed his manhood inside me, and started bouncing up and down, while he thrust upwards, letting him soak in the sight of my unfettered breasts moving in rhythm with our exertions. Our mouths came together as his speed increased. A deep moan escaped from my mouth and Hernan tensed as he released his load into the condom. I had now truly made love to another man, taking a giant leap forward in my sexual enlightenment. While Hernan recovered, Akbar got up and slowly inserted his throbbing cock into my wet pussy. Before long, he had emptied himself into my willing insides and I had responded by raking my nails across his bare back. I lay back and they came to my sides. Akbar and Hernan began to alternatively finger my pussy, massage my legs and suck my boobs. The three of us kept grabbing finger foods from the platters brought in by room service, and feeding each other as we also slaked our sexual appetites. The guys continued this treatment until I had a number of orgasms. Between the food and the sex, we were pretty tired and sleep came quickly. When I awoke, Hernan was again stiff for action. He made love to me slowly this time, bringing me to a satisfying, drawn out, climax. Akbar stirred from his sleep as I let out a throaty "aah" on reaching my orgasm and the knowing smile of satisfaction on his face said more than any words could. In the shower together, I soaped both of them and they returned the compliment to me. Even after the exercise, Akbar was able to rise to the occasion as I gave him another blow job. Hernan's dick also released a wee bit of juice as I jerked him off. Having cleaned up and dressed, I gave a nice long kiss to Hernan. He bid us farewell, heading back to Tampa, after we made it clear that this had been a special occasion occurrence only and not something we would be routinely doing over the remaining days of our trip to Florida. "So how did you like your anniversary present?" Akbar wanted my opinion. We were lying in bed the next morning, still recovering from the exertions of the day before, but aroused enough that his fingers were tightly inserted into my pussy. "Jaan, you need to pay a lot more attention to me," I replied, suggestively rubbing my hands over my breasts and crotch, "I could easily get used to treatments like Hernan every other day!" He had an erection again, as he replayed the episode in his mind over and over, and my legs were spread wide to receive him. As far as I was concerned, just like any carnivore who had tasted human flesh, I was ready and willing now to get more variety in my diet! ------------------------------------------------- IV -- An Anniversary Spent Apart, but Well-Occupied All the Same The trouble with varied sexual experiences of increasing intensity is that you are always faced with what to do next. While we had pleasant times reminiscing about our adventures, inevitably we hit blank walls with both uncertain how to spice things further. By now, I had become much less conservative and was also getting worldly wise and taking an interest in a growing range of topics of civic and social interest. To some extent the awakening of certain feelings of liberation and defeating of undue inhibitions had been good for us both. Yet we were wondering what the subsequent thrill could be, and both sensed that each was awaiting the next anniversary with anticipation and concern in varying measures. Just as I figured Akbar would be coming up with something, his office scheduled a hectic travel program, much of which occurred the very weekend of our next anniversary. He was not happy on one hand, but perhaps relieved this gave him freedom from trying to arrange something spectacular. I tried to act unperturbed by the fact that we probably would not have anything going on this year As per practice, he provided contact information and hotel details to me, both so I could get a hold of him if required and also know where he was should there be any emergency. I was not happy at all that Akbar was going to let things fizzle out. Well I had no intention of letting this be a boring anniversary. You see, I already had plans in motion that I figured would be appreciated both by him and by myself. Hernan had remembered that we were due to have an anniversary soon and had called me to find out if we were travelling or doing something interesting. Actually he had been calling fairly regularly since we had made love, and obviously at times when Akbar was away from home, but I had not encouraged him too much. Obviously, he wanted to get into my pants again and frankly I would not have minded a repeat experience. However, we had no plans to be in Florida at any time soon. That did not faze Hernan the least bit. He let me know he may be in the vicinity of Atlanta on the day and suggested that he could help figure out a way to ensure the anniversary was not a total wash out. I imagined he would drum up some excuse to be close to me, notably with Akbar out of town. Akbar had left with regret written all over his face, we had not even had our usual anniversary morning wake up sex. I had plans to meet Hernan at his hotel around midday. Just before I left home, I called Akbar's hotel to give him a message that his anniversary present would be delivered at 10 p.m. Hernan had not told me what the present was, but had assured me that it was worthwhile and Akbar would love it. I went along with his idea, placed the call and drove over to the hotel. I was also wondering why he had me dress up in Pakistani clothes. I was surprised to find a rather attractive redhead sitting with Hernan. He introduced her as his girlfriend, Kerri. Kerri looked at me appreciatively and said, "you are prettier than what I had expected, no wonder this guy can't get you out of his mind!" I mouthed a thanks and she commented that I was wearing a wonderful dress. Hernan had suggested a Pakistani outfit, perhaps thinking another sari, but I had opted for a new shalwar kameez I had just received from home. I was wondering what would happen next, when Kerri left the room advising she was going to get the stuff needed. Hernan gathered me up and brought his mouth down on mine. I was surprised at his open infidelity, but he figured out my concern and said, "Kerri's part of the plan for this evening, she's just grabbing some needed items." Kerri returned and began to set up a tripod and movie camera next to the bed. Apprehensively I asked, "what's going on?" "We are going to make a movie and deliver it to Akbar today," Hernan responded. He then outlined a plan whereby we would have sex and Kerri would tape the encounters. She would then drive to where Akbar was staying and deliver the tape. As an exclamation, Kerri would be Akbar's date for the evening, quid pro quo for my being with Hernan. I was okay with the part about fucking Hernan, it had been fun and I would not mind another go. But this would be a first time to share Akbar with another female and I was double minded about proceeding, not to mention the fact that it would be taped. "Shireen, I can understand your reticence," Hernan had his arms around me, "there is no other tape and I can assure you that Kerri is okay with what we do and what she does with Akbar." "But I have never allowed him to have sex with someone else," I blubbered. "Oh come now, you cannot keep the whole cake and eat it too, let him have a bite," he chided me, while insinuating his hands down my shalwar. It did not take too long for me to concur with his plan, given that I had already left Akbar a message and did not have an alternate gift. Soon they were ready to proceed and Hernan asked me to give an introductory message explaining what was going on. "Jaani, happy anniversary," I spoke into a cassette tape recorder, "you will be missing me, but I am sure you can enjoy a present from my side." "Remember our last anniversary," I continued, "this is my way to return the compliment." "Tonight with my blessing, enjoy the beautiful lady who delivered this tape in any manner you want," I clarified, "and I want to hear details of how you made love to her!" That being done, they set up the video equipment and giving me some notes, asked me to tell the story any way I would like to. The paper had general directions on what was being planned. I was amazed that it was fully laid out in storyboard form; why be surprised, Hernan was a marketer after all. The text indicated that Akbar already would have had some intimacy with Kerri by then. "Hi Jaan, I expect you have enjoyed Kerri's company," I read as the video began to tape, "and are probably wondering what is going on." "A few weeks back, I heard from Hernan, who you may recall joined us on our anniversary last year." Hernan sat down next to me on the bed and mouthed a silent hello. "He has set up a business in the states and lives just a few hours' drive from us." "Hernan reminded me that we were close to another anniversary and we got talking about what to do," I continued, "in fact he suggested the plan that is now being played out." "My good man," Hernan spoke up, "it was really great luck to meet Shireen again and I hope you will enjoy the program that you will see and experience." Hernan put his arms around me and we began to kiss deeply as Kerri videotaped us. I spun around, so that his hands came across my breasts. His fingers removed the kameez I was wearing, bringing the zipper all the way down my back and lifting it over my head. Within moments I had lost my bra and had bent down as if to untie shoe laces. Hernan brought my rear closer and dropped his hands to undo my shalwar. This garment was around my ankles in a jiffy, along with the panties I had worn. I now stood up with my back against him, turning towards the camera, presenting a good view of my nude body, over which I was allowing Hernan's hands to explore my breasts, pussy and elsewhere. "Wow, my dear," Kerri remarked, "you do look sensational in and out of your clothes, I wonder if I can get a dress like that too." I twisted back around to face Hernan and our mouths met again. I undid his shirt and belt and soon had him sans clothing. His dick was erect as could be and my hand moved up and down the shaft as our mouths remained in close contact. Hernan finally lay down on the bed and I mounted him, allowing the camera to focus on my breasts. As his cock entered me, I let out an audible sigh. I began to move up and down as Hernan played with my boobs, pulled me down for a kiss, and ran his fingers through my hair. Before long I began to increase the pace. A loud moan ensued from my mouth as I achieved a most worthy orgasm. Hernan also grunted and it was evident that he had also shot his load. As Kerri focused the camera in on my face, I looked up, winked and mouthed, "Jaan, I hope you are enjoying this as much as I am." Hernan had moved himself against the head board and I sat in front of him, allowing him to finger my pussy and knead my breasts as I explained things. "Hernan suggested that since you were going to be out of town, he could help us both in making our anniversary a most memorable occasion," I continued. "As you can see, one part of the plan has involved a second opportunity for Hernan to make love to me," I giggled, "but not to keep you alone, his girlfriend Kerri is making sure you are well taken care of." "In fact, as soon as she finishes taping this performance," I explained, "Kerri will be driving over to deliver this to you and be your gift for tonight." Then both Hernan and I chimed in with "Happy Anniversary." Hernan had ordered lunch and it was strange for me to be eating in the buff with Hernan, while Kerri fully clothed sat next to us, virtually oblivious to what was happening around her. Sensing my unease, she commented, "don't worry, from what I have heard about your husband, I'll be getting well fucked tonight too." I smiled at her and nodded my understanding, as she continued, "besides I do need a break from this sex maniac you consider a friend." Hernan reached out as if to punch her, but she easily evaded him. "Okay folks let's set up for round two," she was incredibly businesslike, and I later learned that she worked with an ad agency. It was about 3:00 p.m. Hernan and I lay down head to toe, allowing each to access the others' pubic areas and perform oral sex. We were soon involved in a steamy 69. I was so focused on being as sexy as possible on tape I did not note Hernan getting ready to shoot. In fact, I hit my orgasm as he expertly tongued and fingered me, and concurrently he spurted into my mouth. I swallowed down his cum, caught up in the eroticism of the moment. Soon Kerri advised us the taping had stopped and we could clean ourselves. "That was some blow job," she told me as I cleaned off in the bathroom. I learned that there was one final episode to be recorded. Kerri, who also had some training in physical therapy, gave each of us a nice massage as we both recovered. I wondered at her resolve and ability to act totally nonchalant as the action took place around her. Around 5 p.m. she asked me to get on all fours, sideways to the camera. Hernan was holding a tube of cream and his fingers were soon deeply lubricating my back side. As I wondered if he was actually going have anal sex with me, he suggested I let my shoulders and arms slump to the bed, elevating my rear. Sure enough, Hernan placed his thick and long member behind me and inserted the tip. I screamed in pain as I took a larger dick than I had been used to into my ass. "No Hernan," I implored, "it hurts too much!" Hernan, however, kept pushing hard, as I fought to pull away, tears streaming down my face, and soon his entire rod was jammed up my rear. Soon, however, I started to enjoy the pleasure couched within the pain, as a climax built up in my body. Hernan also orgasmed and I felt my rear getting sticky. We collapsed, with him on top, both getting our breath back from the action. The tape rolled on and it seemed like an eternity before Hernan's dick decreased enough in size for him to withdraw from me. As he did so, he winked at the camera and gave an A-okay sign. I struggled up, a sly smile on her face. I turned over and blew a kiss towards the camera. "I hope you enjoyed this treat and your evening with Kerri," I chirped, "it is almost 6 p.m. now and I have to let her head out in your direction with this tape." Kerri walked in front, waved a quick hello to the camera and gave Hernan a deep good bye kiss. "Enjoy your treat, my good man, Kerri is a terrific fuck," Hernan spoke towards the camera, "I imagine Shireen is enjoying her anniversary as well as she can without you; I sure am feeling like a winner." "And I hope you do not mind if I stay here tonight with Hernan," I concluded the taping, "he says he wants to fuck me a hundred ways to heaven and back!" Sure enough Kerri exited soon after, giving me a quick kiss on the lips and a more passionate one to Hernan. She called us just before 10 p.m. to advise she was at Akbar's hotel and was going over to see him. I surprisingly felt a pang of jealousy. I had planned to return home after the session, but Hernan had convinced me to stay back so he could treat me like a princess! As far as needing to go home and get more clothes, he said those were already taken care of and that I should enjoy the time we would have together while Akbar was away for a further two days. He handed me a large decorated package. Inside, I found a nice silk dress along with a beautiful set of matching heels. "Kerri really loves your dress and since you are nearly similar in size I was hoping you could part with it and take this instead," he said. "Oh come on, of course, she can have the dress, and no need to give me something in return," I let him know. "That may be true," he responded, "but since she already took the dress with her and won't be back till at least tomorrow, I imagine you would like to wear something when going dancing tonight." He then added, "but first to the spa and beauty parlour." Needless to say the dress was awesome, though rather short and with revealing décolletage. When he suggested I go commando I had to balk. The spa and beauty parlour did a spectacular job and I doubt I had ever looked so pretty in my life. Hernan displayed me proudly as we went to dinner at a fine restaurant, took in a movie and danced most of the night away. His fingered me at every opportunity in all those locations and his mouth hardly stayed away from mine for more than five minutes at any time. My panties were wet almost the whole night as a result, but I was enjoying the attention too much to mind this inconvenience. Returning to the room, just before dawn, he had me bend over the balcony railing and slowly slid the dress off, tossing it back into the room. My panties he violently ripped off. Pressing my back down against the edge, he entered me from behind as we both watched the first light of day break. He went at me with a passion for a bit, letting my fluids flow down my bare legs. Then he slowed down and took his time coming. It must have been an hour before he finally let go and reached his climax. We absolutely had a most satisfying fuck, taking in the sunrise. The day was in the same vein as, after a few hours of rest and a light breakfast, he drove me out a fair distance to the seaside where a friend of his owned a beach house. As it was a weekday, the area was fairly deserted. Naughtily, Hernan dared me to strip naked, pulling off his own shorts in the process, as we turned towards the beach. Seeing no one around, I complied. I must say it was quite an experience to spend the whole day outside, the only thing covering my body being frequent applications of suntan lotion! Yes we coupled in the sand, the surf and anywhere else in the open we felt like and every which way. Thankfully, it was unseasonably warm compared to normal, the sun was strong and this would have helped heat the seawater also, neither beach nor water was uncomfortable. Hernan was a master at getting me all sexed up and set for action. He massaged my tits for so long, for weeks they appeared perkier than normal. And boy could I recommend the unexpected pleasure from getting my toes sucked individually as we both lounged in the whirlpool in the house later that evening. I did not know how he had managed to obtain the various platters of delicious foods that kept appearing mysteriously every time we changed location; it may have been that someone else was also at the place, but I certainly neither saw anyone nor felt any other presence. It was heavenly having various items like honey and sweet sauces dribbled on my body and then sensually licked off. As far as getting any clothes on for the night, the question did not arise at all. In fact we remained threadbare for the entire stay and I did not mind it one single bit. It gave Hernan more chances to get intimate with me and I was impressed at his stamina in continuously performing well. Shireen's Story: From Her Viewpoint Akbar was due back the third evening and Hernan had loaded up the vehicle with all sorts of gifts for me, mostly suggestive clothing. I tried my best to dissuade him, but it was to no avail. He drove me straight back home. I was surprised to see my car already there; Kerri had returned from her tryst with Akbar and had driven it over. Before we parted company he decided not to step inside; rather he took advantage of the fact that the street was relatively private and quiet. Hernan had provided me a T-shirt and thong for the drive back and these were easily discarded as he pulled me atop his cock while he brought the driver's seat as far back as possible. I could not believe I was having sex, in a public area, in broad daylight, with a person who was not my husband, but was past caring. I can tell you that it was one of the best orgasms I ever had and the response from Hernan also suggested he would be seeing stars for a while. I did not wait for long goodbyes but gave him a last peck and ran out. It was difficult for me to slip into the garage buck naked, without being spied by the neighbours, but luckily I was not seen. As I stepped into the shower I wondered why Hernan was still parked and realized he was loading the gifts into my car. He did not come into the house but soon after drove off. Less than fifteen minutes later, I heard a car in the driveway. Figuring Hernan was back, had forgotten something, and wondering if he wanted just one more for the road, I was surprised to find Akbar instead. You can imagine what we did for the rest of the day and the weekend! Akbar took kindly to spending more time working on my breasts and sucking my toes during our subsequent sexplay, undoubtedly he liked the growing brazenness in me. The anniversary turned out quite okay for all concerned! ------------------------------------------------- V -- A Super Bowl Event I Should Have Avoided Even though Hernan certainly did not have the opportunity to fuck me a hundred ways while I was with him, the fact is that for the first time ever in my life I had spent a very considerable amount of time in someone else's arms and bed. That he had made love to me repeatedly was not in dispute. I figured that Kerri had shown Akbar a good time also but did not want to learn any unnecessary details. I was amused to find out that she had let him do the same things to her as Hernan was doing to me in the video. All the same, I refused to give Akbar any further information on my tryst other than what he had seen on the tape, some things are better left that way. I imagine he ran all sorts of scenarios through his mind. I figured it was best if we desisted from mentioning Hernan or Kerri for a while, and so our life outwardly continued as if we had fucked those persons in our dreams. I was wondering what may come next, given that the bar had already been raised significantly. The answer came for a most unexpected event. Akbar was very surprised to get a call from Kerri, while at the office. She wanted to invite us to a Super Bowl party, an occasion that was in the vicinity of our anniversary. She asked for my email address and soon after an invitation to the party was lodged in the inbox. Kerri's invitation indicated that costumes would be provided and that all we needed to bring were ourselves and no inhibitions. Neither of us followed the sport or knew the teams playing the biggest game of the year, but having never been to such a party were keen to go. The idea of costumes was intriguing, and since we did not have to bear the expense of outfitting ourselves, it seemed cost effective too. It was expected that there would be some sort of sexual activity involved, but after two good encounters we figured this would also work out just fine between the four of us. When we arrived at the party site, which looked like a converted warehouse, we were sent to different rooms to kit up. I noted more than a dozen other females, ranging from 25 to about 35 years of age, most with reasonably good figures and looks, changing into skimpy outfits. I was advised that we were to dress as NFL cheerleaders and that I could make a choice from among the kits that had yet to be chosen. Since I had been wearing a green pant suit with heels of the same colour, it appeared appropriate to select a kit in Green and White or Silver. Once I had put it on, I was told the colours represented the Philadelphia Eagles, a team I had never heard of. Once everyone was ready, we were asked to move into a large room with a number of large TVs. I could see that there were about fifteen guys all wearing different coloured uniforms already seated there. They all went dead silent as the cheerleaders lined up and then began to yell and cheer with gusto. Obviously they liked what they saw and expected good things to follow. I saw Akbar wearing an outfit in orange, with what looked like tiger stripes; Kerri told me he had opted for Cincinnati Bengals colours. I noted that a lot of guys were pointing at me, apparently wanting to know who I was. Kerri walked up to the middle of the room, dressed in NY Giants colours, and announced that we were to pair up according to our dress picks. As the game was just about to start, each couple was shown to an oversized armchair. The only way for both to fit was for the guy to sit in the chair and the lady, wearing the same team's outfit, to place herself across his lap. Kerri had deliberately withheld information on how to dress to encourage cross fertilization. As people began to take their seats, I noted a guy in Green and White display an ear to ear grin as I followed the crowd's lead and reluctantly sat in his lap. A blonde, called Jill, jumped into Akbar's claiming that she was from Ohio and loved the Bengals! Kerri advised everyone that this was just the start of the proceedings and that after the first quarter, there would be changes made. Not so surprisingly, Hernan was also in a Giants kit and she was soon in his lap. I was uncomfortable sitting in the guy's lap, in my state of relative undress, but given the size of the crowd did not want to make a scene. The game started and it became painfully clear that a 15 minute quarter was eternally longer according to the way it was played. I had turned red due to being felt up by my partner, whose hands remained almost permanently on my thighs. Mercifully the quarter ended, with one team up by a touchdown. Jill passed pieces of blue paper to the guys, asking them to vote for their favourite team as represented by the girls at the party. The girls were given red paper and asked to do the same for the guys. Having collected the ballots back, she made some calculations and announced the results. "Pittsburgh, Oakland, Giants, Bengals," she read out ten team names, "you stay on; the rest can retire to the next room." Five of the guys, looking not too happy, exited and went out. "Miami, Giants, Denver, Eagles," she read off the ladies roster, and five of them also went next door. Both Akbar and I remained in the room, while Jill had exited the group. My Eagles team mate was, unfortunately, also still around. "Please couple up if you have a team partner, otherwise please be single for the quarter," Kerri told those left. I looked over at Akbar with a "oh well" expression and plopped into my partner's lap again. His smile got even wider as Kerri announced that as a reward for making it to the playoff round, those who still had partners could remove an item of clothing from their lady halves, while those without partners had to remove two. I was mortified but had to accept being subjected to the removal of my top. Seven couples were around and soon a number of the ladies were without panties, skirts or tops, depending on the preferences of their partners. I was frozen through the second quarter as the guy had unfettered access to my legs and was able to rub my breasts as well. Those who had lost their panties were getting soundly fingered. The singles group of three guys and three ladies just sat and watched the game and the other seven couples. It was exceedingly difficult for me to focus on the game as the fellow kept sticking his palms down my bra and tweaking my nipples. As the half time festivities played, Kerri passed more ballots around and culled the group by another three guys and three ladies. I was hoping the Eagles guy was history, but that was not to be. As the third quarter started, the four guys still with a partner got to remove another piece of clothing. The son of a bitch was going for my panties in a flash, but a rather venomous look from me made him decide it would be better removing the skirt. The other ladies were soon also without much of their clothing. Since I was now just in bra and panties, the guy managed to insinuate his fingers so that he was rubbing my vagina as the rest followed the rather close game. For the forty or so minutes, it was a rare moment that he was not in the honey pot. Although reluctant to be in such close proximity to the fellow, I was surprisingly clinging closer to him, as he was giving me orgasm after orgasm through the dexterous use of his hands. The second or third was pretty intense and I let out a very audible moan for all to hear and appreciate. Kerri, who was now alone, as Hernan had been relegated out, explained changes for quarter four. First all the folks who had been knocked out earlier were brought back. Second she took the guys aside and told them they could bid on any or all of the ladies left, with a bid price limit, which was still quite a bit. The high bidder would be able to enjoy the full benefits of the lady he had won, right after the game. That got some pulses going pretty strong and many folks began to plan how they would bid. She then collected the ladies and told us that we needed to act coquettish to drive up the number of bids; the proviso being that the ladies themselves would keep a significant portion of the bid amount. Each guy was given a piece of paper to put down up to five bids on the various participants. The ladies all lined up, and most acted coy or sexy to catch the attention of the guys. Quite a few were now completely naked, having taken two garments off each quarter, after losing their partners earlier on. While in synch with the goings on, I was not particularly into the part relating to advertising myself. The guys got busy and before long Kerri, now wearing only her heels and skirt with no panties, had all the bids in her hands. "Folks, we have some interesting results," Kerri announced after a while, "there are two big winners." "Thank you to Ed, Will, Henri and Akbar for pledging a handsome amount, which is at the limit for me," Kerri giggled. I was surprised to hear Akbar's name and perhaps had a hurt, look on my face. I was rather surprised he had bid on someone else. "And would you believe the limit bid from John, Roger, Max, Julio, Norm, Hernan and Perry on our overall winner, SHIREEN!" I could not believe that about half the guys had picked me, and yet was troubled that Akbar was not among them. She read out a few other results, with virtually every female getting at least one winning bid, given that most of the guys had made at least two choices. Everyone was amazed by the massive interest from half the guys in me, maybe it was because I was the most exotic of the participants, or the one they had not met before. I went around to Akbar's side and whispered, "Ab mujh ko kya karna hai? (What am I supposed to do next?)" Kerri clarified that for all present. "Folks, since there are multiple interests in a number of the participants, the joint winners will draw straws to determine the order of approach." On learning that I was expected to have sex with a large number of guys, I was rightly horrified. However, standing within the group, with my panties visibly wet, I was unable to come up with any excuse to escape the predicament. Kerri advised the seven bidders that each would get a maximum of 30 minutes with me for any sexual activity that would be mutually agreed upon. There would be a further 30 minutes for me to freshen herself in between partners. Since we would be starting around 10 p.m., I could be fucking someone or the other till well past dawn! The same sort of schedule would apply to Kerri, but with each person getting a full hour with her, given her smaller number of interests. All others were advised that they could schedule things as they wanted. The game had already been a blowout by the end of quarter three and everyone was more interested in moving to proceedings in which they could get directly involved. Kerri led me to a large bedroom somewhere in the house. It appeared to have a circular orientation, and was furnished with a large bed, plush chairs and sofas. Most peculiar was the fact that the walls were totally covered with glass. "Why don't you put yourself at ease honey," she suggested, "you've been a great sport so far and the guys are dying to get to know you!" "Just remember, if you have any problems at all, just press this little buzzer on the side table," she advised while concurrently showing me a beeper attached to her outfit, "and I will be with you right away. I opened my mouth to ask a question and she guessed the answer correctly without a word leaving my throat, "it's okay, Akbar is going to be with me." Soon after Kerri left, there was a knock on the door. I opened it to find my first partner for the night, a fellow called Norm. We did not have much conversation to start with, he had one thing in mind and I wanted him done with as soon as possible. Soon he was siding up to me and trying to charm off the few clothes that I still had on. Sensing that I was a bit uncertain, Norm simply laid me on the bed, removing my panties but not the bra. Discarding his Raiders outfit, and putting on a condom, he entered me slowly. I was jerked into reality but did not resist as he began to pump in and out. Soon Norm finished his work. I did not give him a great, or even marginally enjoyable, fuck, but he had been the first with the choicest person in the group and probably considered that reward enough. In the few minutes left, before the alarm Kerri had set went off, he tried to kiss me and have a conversation. I was not particularly interested in either. Just before his time expired, he collected his stuff, thanked me, and left. I could not wait to rush to the bathroom and shower off all essence of his presence. I put on the bra and panties and waited for the next person to come in to my room. "Hi, I am Julio, and I must say you are the most beautiful girl I have ever seen. In fact, you look even more stunning today than when I last saw you," the new arrival introduced himself. "I'm sorry, I don't recall meeting you," I honestly responded. "I know, Hernan did not introduce us at my beach house, as he felt you may not like a threesome at the time and I am a gentleman," he replied, clarifying a sticky point in my mind from my stay with Hernan. His arms encircled me and he began to move as if dancing with me. Slowly his mouth found mine and our tongues intertwined. Julio continued kissing me and concurrently managed to dispose of the two slight garments I had on. Our bodies came together and it was clear that he was incredibly turned on. Julio placed me on the bed, entered my willing pussy and screwed me with a varying rhythm for a fair amount of time. We both came simultaneously and I felt that he had definitely received his money's worth. Compared to my first lover that evening, I had certainly enjoyed the attention and was amenable to agreeing to consider a date with him in the future. It was tough to wait out the next half hour and I wondered who I was to be with this time around. Surprisingly Hernan and Perry walked in together. I seemed unsure of what was to come, but Hernan suggested a threesome. I had put on a bathrobe and Perry had taken no time in sliding it off my body. Hernan asked me to get on all fours and face him. Perry went behind and began to grease my back side. Hernan had his hands in my hair and was lovingly caressing and comforting me to go with the flow of things. As the tension in my body subsided, Perry buried his cock in my behind. At the same time, Hernan pushed his dick into my mouth. I had not had this treatment before, but caught the hang of it quite soon. Perry reached his climax and bucked a few times, ensuring that every drop of semen ended up in my rear. Hernan's ejaculate went down my throat, by now I had gotten used to sucking him off and did not mind the taste of his semen. I expected the guys to leave, when Hernan told me that they actually had pooled time and still had a full hour together between them to enjoy my company. Suggesting that I had my half hour to recuperate, Hernan asked me to sit in a rubber kid's pool he pulled out from under the bed. Perplexed, I did so and he began pouring champagne over my breasts and body, letting it run down into the pool. Placing his mouth at my cunt, he licked the liquid off. After Hernan had a few minutes, Perry placed his mouth over my pussy as another bottle was emptied over me. Hernan put some into a glass and holding my head back, poured it slowly down my throat, the first time I had tasted alcohol. Surprisingly I handled the cold liquid on my body and in my mouth since the atmosphere was quite heated and charged. In fact, within the course of thirty minutes, I had been given five or six glasses of champagne and was definitely feeling a bit light headed. Hernan and Perry stood me up in the pool and dried me by either licking off liquid from my body or using a couple of small hand towels. Perry took a seat at one side of the bed as Hernan lay down and had me come atop him, still dripping somewhat from the champagne treatment. As I moved up and down Hernan's prick, Perry was busy jacking off, there being no question of him entering my cunt or mouth not having washed after having anally taken me. Close to his orgasm, Perry stood up next to me and let go over my breasts. While I was not too happy about this act, Perry was not stopped as he rubbed the sperm onto my breasts and torso. Noting that I was quite involved with fucking Hernan, he brought his mouth to mine and absent-mindedly I accepted a long and deep kiss from him. Hernan took a long time coming and we then sensually kissed for a further ten minutes or so before disengaging, even after both of us were spent. Perry kept rubbing my body, fingering my pussy or ass and occasionally kissing some part or another. By and by they left and I cleaned off in the bathroom. I was next joined by the guy wearing the Eagles uniform. There was no chance of any passion in my performance and Max, who had been holding his cock off from exploding due to his proximity to me throughout the game, was finished within moments of entering my pussy as I lay back in a bored and disassociated state. Thankfully, the booze I had imbibed was keeping me light headed, immobile and unconcerned. I figured he had been served right for being a prick earlier. He did not wait around and was out in no more than ten minutes. I did not even bother to freshen up any more, there still were others to come. And come they did. At some point I lost count. I know I gave someone else a blow job, turned down a request for anal sex, allowed myself to be fist fucked, been tongued repeatedly and also had a number of cocks in my pussy as the session continued. I recalled that there were seven persons interested in being with me, yet somehow it seemed I had sexual encounters with many more than that number. I was hoping that things had ended, it seemed like the fucking had gone on for days on end. I had dozed off face down, in my naked and drunk state, when I felt very strong hands grabbing me. I felt the person placing a couple of pillows under my torso and elevating my back. He pulled my rear towards himself and began to penetrate me from behind. My eyes came open and a state of shock registered on my face as he thrust an extremely large object into my vagina. Shireen's Story: Winning Me Back Shireen's Story: Winning Me Back; Shireen's Narrative Shireen's Story was narrated by her husband, Akbar, in the first of this series. The second instalment had Shireen filling in significant gaps that Akbar had left out. After Akbar had influenced Shireen to become much more liberal in her views to sex, their views had come into conflict following a Super Bowl party thrown by close friends. A number of readers have suggested a sequel to the stories. Shireen's narrative picks up from the end of the party. I -- Apres Party I regained as much semblance of self-control as I could muster while getting into the car, helped by both Kerri and Akbar. A thick envelope was placed in my hand. Kerri wished me a quite goodbye and Akbar drove off silently. Soon as I realized that the envelope held the money I had earned by "whoring" myself to a bunch of strangers with Akbar's consent, I could not keep from hurling the wad in his face. He disgusted me! How could he just have sat around and allowed nearly a dozen strangers to fuck me? Why did he not stop things before the going got ugly? Did he actually enjoy the fact that I was being used in such a manner? Why was my body aching so much? Who was the animal who had taken me last and with such brutality? I let fly a string of obscenities at Akbar, accusing him of bringing me down to the level of a cheap whore because of his deviant desires. Akbar, whether open to my criticism or not, decided to quietly bear the barbs and to get me home from the Super Bowl party that Hernan and Kerri had thrown. "Starting this moment, I will sleep with whoever I want and whenever I want to, and that includes you, and you will not say or do anything about it!" It was an ultimatum that he did not want to hear, but could not debate either. It was also one, I had never wanted to present, but felt forced to do so. After all, he had led me to the shameful display and would now have to handle the consequences, whatever I decided those may be. He should have been happy to have been blessed with a loving wife like me. There was no reason to doubt my sincerity in bed or the fact that I loved him deeply. I really had no cause to be looking for jollies other than with him and why would he need to go elsewhere but to his hot missus. Yet he had insisted on variety in our sex lives. I had agreed to one tryst with Hernan; by now that person had become a regular lover and confidante. It was not a simple question of a love triangle between the three of us or even one of my falling for Hernan; rather Hernan had expanded my horizons to the point where I had acceded to making love to multiple partners. Though Hernan had been at the forefront of putting me out for the crowd at large, in concert with Kerri, the fact was that Akbar had condoned this and that was not a bargain I would have normally been open to. But now I had been ravished aplenty and it hurt in more ways than just the physical ones. Was I jealous that Akbar had now been with other lovers like Kerri? Not really. After all I had actually enjoyed the variety with Hernan and had to some extent been okay with the orgy of the previous night. Had I not been turned on by my sexual growth? Sure I was. So why were we so bothered, now that I was comfortable with my sexuality? Had I not hit a peak in sexual awareness? Was Akbar getting jealous of my range of lovers? I did not know, but did he not put me up to having sex with others? I was worked up into a state of disgust for him and maybe did not feel so proud of myself either. I was not sure how I would react once at home; one thing was certain, it was going to be a tough road ahead for Akbar and me. I jumped out of the car as soon as we entered the driveway. Though it was broad daylight and quite cold, I ripped off one garment after another and entered the garage almost naked. I had put the Eagles cheerleader costume on again upon the conclusion of the party and could not wait to get it off my body. I made a mental note to burn those garments at the first opportunity. As Akbar brought the car inside, I gathered myself while still standing nearly nude in the doorway connecting the garage to the house. "Akbar, go straight to the office, I want to be alone," my intent was clear, "and please do not bother calling me today!" Arguing would serve no purpose and he decided to do exactly as I said. I needed time to collect myself and think about the future that day, it was okay to leave him worried I may not be there when he returned in the evening. I was sure Hernan would be open both to taking me in and getting in to me if that was the course I decided to proceed on. Or maybe I would think of something else, it was just that I needed to be away from Akbar right that moment. A long bath was called for and the foamy, warm water helped soothe the various bruises and tensions of the night. I could not believe I had actually sexually partnered so many persons. It must have been the alcohol Hernan had given me that kept me going or allowed me not to notice the pain. Still, I was not surprised to see that both my vaginal and anal areas were puffed up. I must have stayed in the tub for hours, washing off whatever remnants of the night I had not managed to shower off at the venue of the orgy. I was still a bit unsteady and, though the pain had abated, I still felt raw inside. Breakfast did not appear to be a viable option, but the bed looked ideal. I lay down, with a towel around my midsection and another holding my still damp hair, wondering what to do next: would I let Akbar off, would I repeat the actions of the night prior, would I take a more radical step. The thoughts ran ceaselessly through my mind. Letting things get back to normal did not seem like the best course of action, there were consequences that needed to be dealt with before everything could be A-okay. I could not believe Akbar thought he could just sort things out by sliding into bed and romancing me back to normal. Appearing out of nowhere, with a sorrowful looking face, he had sat down next to me, slowly caressing my shoulders and back. I must have gone to sleep right after my bath and he must have woken me up in order to apologize. Akbar ran his fingers through my hair and then let them wander down my neck, back and waist. I turned over and his hands began to move around my breasts. For some strange reason it felt okay to allow him the access and I did not mind as his lips touched mine, my mouth opened and our tongues intertwined. As we continued to kiss, his fingers found my pussy and started to enter me. I was angry at what he had done, yet I was letting him do whatever he wanted to me. It was not a case of being a dutiful wife; it was more like coming back to a tried and tested safe harbour. I achieved a shattering orgasm and came wide awake. "Are you okay," a strangely familiar voice said, "is everything all right?" I sat up and was surprised not to find Akbar in the room, rather Derrick sitting by my side, looking edgy but staring unabashedly at me. His hands were on my right arm and right thigh and I was being shaken awake. That's when I realized it was still daytime and not night, that Akbar had not been trying to patch things up with me, and that I had indeed fallen asleep while just wearing the towels. I then became aware of the reason for Derrick's eyes being fixed on me. The towels had come undone and I was sitting there on the bed, totally nude. Not only that, his hand on my thigh was perilously close to my vaginal opening and I could definitely feel stickiness at the spot. He jumped off the bed and repositioned himself a few feet away, still drilling me with his gaze as I came to. Grabbing for whatever came to hand I managed to cover a part of myself, but still left quite a bit on view. "Derrick, what are you doing in my bedroom?" I demanded. "I'm sorry, Mrs. Aziz," he had rarely ever addressed me that formally, at least not since his mother and I had got to know each other a few months back, "but your garage door was wide open as was the entrance to your laundry room." I recalled I had not closed the garage and had probably forgotten to shut the linking doorway. "I also saw some clothing strewn about," he said, showing me the cheerleader outfit I had tossed off earlier, "and was wondering if anything was wrong." He did not know how wrong things were, but not the way he may have surmised. "I called a few times for you and heard a sound upstairs," he explained. He had come upstairs to investigate, but instead of finding a crime in progress had discovered me passed out naked on the bed instead. "I was not sure if you were fine and figured it made sense to wake you." "How long have you been here?" I inquired, concerned about the dream I had just had and noting that he had a stiffy that was very visible under his clothing. "I've been here for a bit," he had no reason to lie, "and it took me a while to shake you awake." I wondered what else he may have done, perhaps chanced the kiss and fingered my pussy. I doubt if he was going to confess to either of those actions if he actually had. "I am sorry to walk in on you," he continued, "I was wondering if all was well and frankly was considering calling for help if you had not woken up, you took quite some time in doing so." "Okay, I am up now, and thanks for your concern," I really had no way of taking him to task for the intrusion. In fact he actually was somewhat of a Good Samaritan. "That's quite alright ma'am," he responded, the rise in his pants extremely visible, "it was my civic duty to ensure that nothing was wrong, since Mr. Aziz had asked me to look in on you when I saw him going to work this morning." Now I knew that he had some genuine reason for coming by. "Would you now mind leaving the bedroom and allowing me some privacy?" "Uh, okay," he blubbered, still getting a fairly good view of much of my body. He exited the room, with obvious reluctance, but I soon heard the garage being closed and then the front door shutting. Derrick lived a few houses down the lane and his mother was one of my few friends on the street. She had become pregnant in high school and had carried him to term. I did not know if she had ever been married but the two lived in our vicinity. Jenna, his mother, was no more than thirty five years old, kept herself in good trim, and could be considered quite pretty. I imagined she was a cheerleader in school and had probably been knocked up by the star athlete. Derrick was also a good looking boy, around eighteen at the time and himself a sporting star at the local high school. He had done odd jobs at times for us and I had seen him on occasion while visiting his mom. I had noted him checking me out a few times during those visits, but put it down to youthful curiosity. One thing was certain though, he had never seen me in the form he got to eye me today! Given the number of persons who had seen me stark naked the night before, one more was no big deal. Yet, I did feel both embarrassed that I had been espied as such by a teenager and also piqued that I was getting a rise from someone I had just considered a kid. Come to think of it, at just past twenty-five, I was peaking as far as my looks were concerned, and this had really registered across persons of varied ages in the past day or so, Derrick being the last to view and take note. Perhaps here was a means to get back at Akbar. All things considered, Derrick was not that much younger than I was. Shaking the thought out of my head, I figured that getting some semblance of normalcy into the rest of the day would be worthwhile. I tossed on a silk robe I found when I opened the nearest closet, without bothering with any undergarments. It reached down to my knees and covered me a lot better than a few moments earlier. My tummy told me that perhaps some food was called for. Brushing and clipping my hair, I headed down. A strange sound caught my attention as I neared the kitchen. I walked straight in to find Derrick still in the house. Just that he was sitting on one of the chairs next to the kitchen table. His pants were around his ankles and he was giving his cock a furious massage. I had been mistaken in thinking he had left when the door shut. "Derrick, what are you doing?" was my almost moronic query; I could see well enough that he was relieving his swollen cock after having viewed me nude. On one hand, it was disgusting that he was masturbating in my kitchen, on the other the fact that I had turned him on was helping feed my ego. "Oh my God, Mrs. Aziz, I'm sorry," was all he could muster. He tried to get his pants up, but could not reach them. "Derrick, could you not do this at home?" The look on his face told me that he would not have made it out of the house, given the hard on I had caused. "I'll leave now," he whimpered, trying to regain some semblance of dignity. "One moment please, you have not explained why you are masturbating here," I pointed out. I expected a roundabout answer, but Derrick somehow put together a response that I did not expect. "Mrs. Aziz, I think you are beautiful, I have watched you so many times with desire," he confessed, "today in your naked state, I just could not restrain myself from being very aroused." "Did you do anything else while in the house?" I recalled being sticky on waking up. "Not as much as I would have liked," he responded honestly but sidestepping whether he had fingered my pussy. "And what would you have liked?" "I would have loved to place you in a bed or roses and make love to you for hours on end," he was gaining confidence and becoming romantic by the moment, his cock still out, erect and straining. "You do know that I am older than you, I am married, and I am your mom's friend?" "I don't challenge anything you say, but I hope you do realize you have been my fantasy for a long time," he responded. With that he moved forward purposefully and brought his arms around me, his cock touching my flesh through the flimsy robe. I had no idea why my mouth joined his in a deep and sensuous kiss. I had no clue how he managed to remove the slight garment I was wearing. My mind was a blank when he placed me across the kitchen table and spread me wide. I could not recollect when he stripped down totally. My brain shut down and did not register him lifting my legs and placing them over his shoulders as he lined his engorged penis with my cunt. I did come to as his rock hard cock slid all the way in to me. It took a moment or two for me to realize that I was pinned under him, his cock in me, his hands caressing my tits and his mouth on mine. This was not a situation that I had envisioned, created, or would have normally approved of, but after being treated like raw meat the night before, it felt nice to be made love to the way Derrick was doing. I was a deity being worshipped, not a piece of meat being tossed about between ravenous beasts. "Derrick, please don't," was what I was saying, and yet my insides were welcoming every thrust of his midsection. "Oh Shireen, you are so hot," Derrick moaned as he kept working on me, giving me a number of orgasms while controlling his own release. Suddenly he pulled out, helped me onto a chair, and stuck his glistening cock in front of my mouth. I realized he was not wearing a condom, and understood his rationale for not coming in me. I took his penis into my mouth and went at it with gusto as he moaned with obvious pleasure. Not long after, he spurted a load of his come, forcing me to swallow it down as his cock was all the way to my throat and his hands were behind my neck. I might have flopped on to the floor as he took his dick out, a trail of his cum coming to rest across my lips. But Derrick had already lifted me up as if I weighed nothing. He carried me into the guest room and put me down on the bed. He brought his mouth close to my ear and asked a very pertinent question. I directed him to a drawer in the master bedroom. It took him a minute or two to appear with the packet of condoms that we kept around. I was glad that he had not come in me when his cock was buried in my pussy just moments earlier. Frankly neither one of us had been paying attention to that fact. Derrick was in me quickly, lying on the bed and seating me atop his again rigid member. He slowly caressed my boobs, licking the tits every so often as I rode him. After a while he pulled me close to him and we kissed deeply, unmindful that I still had traces of his sperm in my mouth from the blow job, while still maintaining a slow in and out rhythm. He must have lasted for hours because I was dazed by the time he finished. Or perhaps he fucked me more than once in the bed. In fact, I am sure he did! I woke up to the sounds of nightfall. A thank you note from Derrick was lying next to me. Thankfully it was not too detailed about what had transpired and essentially said that he would look forward to being of help again soon! Also on a nearby armchair was a huge flower bouquet. I began to mentally chide Derrick for this, when I noted the attached card indicated it was from Akbar. A piece of paper lying close by explained that Derrick had received the delivery about one hour earlier. He had been with me for hours, most of those in me, while my husband was seeking atonement! "Dearest, to err is human, to forgive divine! I do not know if and when I will find forgiveness, but I will do my best to ensure we stay in love. You tell me the steps to take and I will follow." Akbar's words rang true and I had a sudden twinge of regret at my very recent antics with Derrick. But the boy had treated me with love, respect and as a person. Akbar had considered me bounty to share far and wide, whereas he should have worshipped me as a goddess the way I had adored him! This was not the way his penance would end. Whether I had started another chapter was something I was not yet considering. Did I now have a second part-time lover on the side, since Hernan was already well ensconced in that role? Or was this just a one-time way to allay the melancholy I was in? Only time would tell. 2 -- Playing Teacher Akbar came home very late that night. He probably was correct to figure that I would not be very good company. His expectations would have been confirmed by the fact that I had gone to sleep in the guest room after leaving the bouquet in the master bedroom. I had considered tossing the flowers out, but it was rare to have such pretty ones in winter and common sense took over for a change. My night was spent re-living the afternoon with Derrick. How in the world could I have just fucked my friend's son? What would happen when she found out, there being no question that she would. What would Akbar's reaction be to this? Were we done for good, was a divorce looming? Though I could hear him move around the house, it was not the time for any sort of contact. I must have finally gone to sleep in the wee hours of the morning. I awoke and realized that I had not eaten anything since the orgy! More than 24 hours had passed since then and I had indulged in strenuous sexual activity, ignoring any need for food. It was now time to get some sustenance. I was surprised to find Akbar waiting for me in the kitchen, a veritable Pakistani breakfast feast laid out on the table. He had already been out to the ethnic stores and was in the process of trying to patch things. He took me by the hand and seated me at the kitchen table. A plate of food was put together and placed in front of me. I could not resist taking a few mouthfuls and hunger ensured that I would not turn the meal down. Akbar also took some food as the pregnant pause stretched infinitely. "How are you feeling this morning?" he asked, "did you sleep well?" Shireen's Story: Winning Me Back "Thanks for the lovely flowers, Akbar," I replied, trying to remain civil, "you did not have to send them." "Shireen, darling, I cannot say how sorry I am to have put you in this situation," he had a pained look of sincerity on his face, "and I know that I have to do much more to fix things." "Well you have already begun your apology," I did not feel like ribbing him too much, "let's take things slowly and as they come," but I was not letting him off either. He rose, pulled me up from the chair and hugged me. I did not resist at first, but soon found that he had undone my nightie and that I was nearly threadbare. With some effort, I extended my arm and pushed him back. He appeared genuinely disappointed. "Not yet," I told him, "maybe not ever," certain that the ultimatum would not hold true as I walked up to dress into my day clothes. Akbar had left by the time I came back, his food almost uneaten. I had no inclination to go hungry for another day and ate my fill in peace, reflecting upon the events of the past few hours. At the same time, I had a gnawing feeling that it would soon be time to dial back the distances between my husband and myself. There was no question we still loved each other, it was just that a real demonstration of that affection was now required to pull us over the crest of the mountain. The next few weeks took the same form, with both of us steering clear of the other, except for necessary conversation. Akbar had a long overdue business trip that was going to keep him out of town for over a week. On one hand, this would leave me alone at home to let the recent bleakness eat at me; on the other, perhaps distance would make the pain fade out. I did help get him some of his stuff and was okay with a quick peck to the lips as he took the taxi to the airport. "Hi Shireen, are you feeling fine today?" I heard Derrick on the other end of the line not long after Akbar had left, "is there anything that I can do for you? I knew well enough what he wanted to do, but had kept him away since we had made love. I was unsure that an affair with him was desirable or even wise. Derrick, however, was a hot blooded teen and could not wait to get at my honey pot again. My reluctance to see him was certainly not going over well with him. Almost every day I had discovered the odd flower, some nice candy, a cute note and once even a suggestive panty that he had left. I had not been supportive and my reply today was in the negative again. "Well there is something my mom was wondering you could help me with," he continued, "here have a word with her." "Hi Shireen, Derrick's due for his term finals in Math and is not doing well," Jenna came on the line, "I am not really educated and cannot be of help. If he fails the exam, he is in danger of not graduating and missing out on his sports scholarship for college." "That would be bad," I sympathized, "but what can I do?" "You told me about how you were good at Math in school and college," she reminded me, "I really need you to tutor him for the two weeks or so till he takes the exam." "But that is a lot of work and I am not sure if he will pay attention and really learn," I knew what he would have on his mind and did not want to get into the situation. "Oh please Shireen, grant me this favour, I'll do your laundry, clean your house, cook your food, be your slave, hell I'll even make dirty love to you or Akbar if that is what it takes," she begged me. I wondered if the part about fucking us was hot air or real intent, I figured Akbar would not mind a tryst and perhaps that would be a justified trade! Obviously the scholarship that Derrick was in line for at Wisconsin would help the family move up in the world. And if I went along with things, he would be out of here in a month or so. There would be no further complications involved. Just that I needed to ensure he actually studied the books more and me less! Still I must confess that I wondered if he had engineered a way just to be in close and private proximity to me by faking his math grades. "Okay Jenna, you'll owe me," I gave in, "I can help him between four and seven during the weekdays and could spare a bit of time over the weekend also." I picked a time when there would be greater chance of Jenna or Akbar being back home, limiting Derrick's extra-curricular intent. I agreed that he could come over later that afternoon. We got to the A, L and perhaps G of algebra that evening and may not have even done so if I had not kept things on the straight and level for as long as possible. Derrick did not even open the books, but lifted me off my feet as soon as he entered the house, carried me into the living room and disrobed me in no time. I regained my senses just as he was ready to plunge into me and rolled off the sofa. "Now just a moment, young man, you have to earn your reward," I indicated that he opened his books and sat on the dining table. His look of lust was tempered by one of disappointment, "do the session today well and we can see about spending the last hour differently." His balls had turned a deep shade of purple by the time we finished the first two chapters of his workbook. Derrick was not as much of a dummy as his mom had suggested, he could have even been the brain on the football team, but I could sense that math was not his forte. While initially coaching him as bare as he had me, I soon realized that his mind could not focus on the pages with my nude breasts in sight. A bath robe, that covered everything but was only a tug on the belt away from revealing all, helped him concentrate on the task at hand. As the clock chimed six times, Derrick was out of his seat, roughly yanking the robe off my body and bending me face forward against the sofa. He must have put on a condom in milliseconds or perhaps already came sheathed since his cock entered my pussy as he stood behind me and pushed upwards. I was lifted off my feet and had to steady myself on the edge of the furniture or my body would have tumbled over to the other side. Derrick was on fire as he pummelled me from behind, making up for the delay in getting his reward. But the wait also dimmed his ability to lengthen the act and I could feel him tense as he came mightily. I was already lying on the sofa's edge and he came to relax on my back for a few minutes. Derrick was ready for another go in less than ten minutes and this time I was pleased to note that he was again the devotee who had first made love to me the day after the party. This time he placed me on the carpet and massaged my arms and legs for quite a while. He then flipped me over and went to work on my back. His hands seemed to wander quite a bit on to my ass and every so often his finger would tease my vaginal or anal openings. "Shireen, you have a beautiful ass," he whispered, "could I fuck it please?" It seemed like a harmless request, but I held him off, turned over and indicated he should enter my cunt again. He kept up a good rhythm and we finished just about at 7 p.m. "You did well today," I let him know as he prepared to leave, "I suggest you do well for the rest of the course also and pass the exam." "And would I get a further reward?" he suggestively hinted. For the strangest unfathomable reason, I bent over to let him see and feel my ass, "I am sure I could think of something that could interest you!" I'm certain he got my drift pretty quick. He had a big smile on his face as he smacked my now clothed butt lightly and then exited through the front door. Akbar called in to let me know he had arrived at his destination and that business was going well. He tried to tell me how much he was missing me but, having just fucked Derrick, I was less inclined to believe him. I figured he was happy enough that I had at least taken the call in a civilized manner and not let the phone ring on. I knew that he would be back with a big present and perhaps it would get him out of the dog house; he would certainly hope so. Derrick, meanwhile, moved from a D- average all the way to low B's over the next few days. I ensured that he sat through each lesson and then took a test at the end. If the grade was a B+ or better, he could get into my pants. For a B or C, a kiss would be all he received. For any lower grade, there was no reward at all. He did not like the grading scheme too much, usually scoring C's or B's and missing out on fucking me. With just six more days left to the exam, his sexual frustration was building up, but the only way through was to ace the next tests. Derrick went into overdrive, studying late through the night, and really beginning to get a hang for the subject. With 3 days left, he aced the test for the first time. Akbar was due back the next day, so he figured this was karma. He led me up to the main bedroom and slowly removed every bit of clothing on my body. Putting a heavy sheet on the ground next to the bed, he had me lie down and brought out a bottle of body oil from the bathroom. Over the next hour or so, he massaged every part, making my body glisten with the oil. It was my turn then to return the compliment and I went to it with intensity. For nearly two hours we neither kissed nor fucked but just rubbed oil into each others' bodies, enjoying our proximity. Finally he placed me onto the bed, from which the covers had been removed. My legs were spread apart, awaiting his insertion and he did not wait further to enter me. Our oily skins meant that there was no friction, but a certain extra amount of heat was added. Our mouths connected for what could be fifteen minutes at the least, while his cock just stayed inside me. Slowly, he began to move in and out. I responded by scratching his back, the oil providing some protection from my nails. Derrick finally tensed and achieved his orgasm. It seemed to go on forever and when he withdrew, the condom was heavy with its contents. Dinner was pizza, ordered from a nearby place, and eaten in bed. Breakfast was toast and coffee also in bed. In between Derrick and I made love numerous times. For the first time ever, I had spent an entire night in my own bed with someone other than Akbar. Derrick was good and energetic in bed and appreciated the fact that I was not holding back on the sex either. But this was not a situation that could last. Akbar's return meant that he was back home by six on the last two days that Derrick took his lessons. Derrick tried hard to convince me to prep him at his place, but I figured he needed to have some hunger in him to do well on the test. Akbar seemed to appreciate the fact that I was being neighbourly and helping Derrick. But I had still not warmed up to my husband yet. Oh yes, the present was a lovely necklace with a single ruby and small diamonds in it. He was on the right track, but had to realize that gifts alone would not suffice, a real demonstration of his love for me would. Derrick barged into the house at 3 p.m., having taken the exam earlier in the day. The side door was apparently open and he did not bother knocking as he knew Akbar was away. He found me in the basement doing some aerobic exercises. I could see that there was a certain excitement in his eyes. The paper he stuck in my face confirmed the reason, a B+ on the final, allowing him a passing grade of C+ on the course. He next handed me a package from the University of Wisconsin which laid out the details of his sports scholarship. Now that he had passed, he could honour the offer. The details showed that he was due to start training camp at the school in less than one weeks' time. "This is fantastic, Derrick, well done," I commended him, giving him a hug. Derrick mouthed his thanks but had other things on the mind. He was there to collect on his reward and given that he had kept his side of the bargain, even if it was implied and not overt, there was no reason for me to protest. He wordlessly turned me around, so that my ass was up against his crotch. I could feel the heat from his loins coming across to my backside and noticed that he was erect as could be. It took him a while to pull down my leotard down past my knees. I wondered if he would go at it without fully baring me. But he decided to continue with removing my sneakers as the clothes around my legs would restrict access while I stood as still as possible. Derrick laid me face down on the mat I had just been working out on. A cushion from the nearby armchair was placed under my belly to raise my backside. I was surprised when I felt a cool gel rub against my anal opening; He had brought a tube of KY Jelly with him, of which he took some on his finger and rubbed a bit into my rear. Having prepped me up, Derrick realized he was still dressed. Getting out of his garments momentarily, he placed himself between my legs and touched his cock to my anus. A bolt of electricity shot through me and I clenched my butt cheeks to prevent the intrusion. "It's okay Shireen," Derrick soothingly whispered in my ear, his body totally lying on mine, "I will not hurt you." I slowly unclenched and ever so slowly he pushed the head of his cock into my ass. It would be a lie to say that it did not hurt, it pained me greatly. But I could not back out now, notably as he was already thrusting into me. The lubrication meant that his cock was buried deep in my rectum within moments. A whimper did leave my mouth and he began to caress my shoulders and back to ease the tension. That did help, and slowly the pain receded without going away altogether. Derrick began to slowly move in and out, trying to make the act last as long as possible. This was going to be tough as my ass was a great deal tighter than my pussy, but he was determined not to come too quickly. Soon I was highly charged and had come a few times. Derrick kept varying the pace and used his hands well in massaging my shoulders and neck, then squeezing and rubbing my boobs, and finally holding my outstretched hands while working on my fingers. "Did you hear something?" I asked him, tensing as a sound came from upstairs. He was too busy to have even heard his own grunting as he pummelled me. "Derrick, I think someone is around," I pleaded, "can you please stop for a bit?" He went silent and we lay still, albeit connected intimately, for a couple of minutes listening for any sounds from upstairs. After a while, not hearing any noises, he simply began to move in and out again and I slowly returned to my state of pained bliss. I had been fucked in the ass before, but no one had ever managed to prolong the intrusion as much as Derrick did. It was closing on 4 p.m. when he finally gave up and let go. The presence of his warm cream in my backside alerted me that he had not felt a need to use a condom this time around. He decided to remain where he was and I wondered if he would come out or stay in. Derrick finally pulled out, placed a wad of napkins from a nearby dispenser on my rear and cleaned my ass as much as possible. He then helped me off the floor, the liquid still oozing from my backside. Derrick led me into the adjoining bathroom and stood in the shower with me as he washed off my rear and his cock. Rather than handing me a towel, he stepped out and pulled me along, still pretty wet. Pushing the lid down, he sat on the toilet with his dick once again fully erect. The tube of KY was lying next to the sink and I needed no explanation. Once again he greased my rear, which now felt quite tender, and his cock. He pulled me by my waist to him, slowly bringing my ass in over his penis, while I faced and straddled him, and had gravity, eased by lubrication, enable penetration more than any overt effort from either of us. On one hand this hurt considerably more, on the other it caused me to come profusely. We also were able to kiss and caress, face to face, with ease and passion. I now directed traffic by continuously lifting myself almost off his member and then back down, while he helped the pace by pushing up or pulling down on my ass. Derrick got his money's worth again and we were not done and dressed again till nearly 5 p.m. Though Akbar was not expected back for at least another hour, Derrick told me he had plans with his high school teammates to go visit some bars in another town. He kissed me deeply, letting me know he would like a repeat of what we had just done before heading off to Wisconsin, and left for home. Frankly it had been pretty enjoyable, even though my anus hurt quite a bit. Derrick had managed to keep hitting the right buttons in my psyche since the morning after the party and I did sense that there would be a gap in my life when he finally departed. Upon entering to the kitchen, I suddenly realized that the sounds I had heard did indeed come from upstairs. A lovely basket of fruits and cheeses was on the kitchen table, the attached card suggesting it was a thank you gift from Jenna. A folded piece of paper placed proximate to the basket caught my attention. "Hi Shireen, I came by to thank you for the incredible help you provided to Derrick, but figured that you were otherwise occupied and would not want to be disturbed! I'd like you to come by tomorrow afternoon around 2:30 for a little tea party I am throwing. No excuses! The note was incredibly cryptic. Did she see me fucking her son or did she just assume I was too busy to come upstairs? Then I saw the postscript. It was written in pencil, not as neat and apparently done in a rush. "Akbar came back early and it is lucky that I ran into him right after I was dropping this off. I told him you had gone to the mall with Derrick for a coffee as a thank you gesture. It would not have been a good idea for him to have found you when he returned. He's going home with me for now as I offered him coffee and goodies also. You enjoy your tryst and maybe I'll enjoy mine!" So she had more than seen what was going on. I wondered why she had not walked in on us and taken both of us to task, mainly me. And I wondered what possessed her to take Akbar to her home. That had certainly saved things from totally deteriorating in our marriage. Did I owe her one while also having taken advantage of her son? Or had I been a dupe in some strange plan? I wondered. Akbar came home close to 11 p.m. and said that since I was not at home, he had gone over to Jenna's for coffee. She had then suggested dinner at a local restaurant. Having just finished the meal, he claimed to have come straight back home after dropping her. I was uncertain on the timeline but could not really press the issue on if something else had transpired. Frankly, I knew I had been involved in a sexual encounter that day, but could not accuse him of the same. Akbar seemed happy that Derrick had passed and told me that Jenna was singing praises of my teaching methods! "I'm glad you had a nice time today Shireen," he added, "perhaps we can go to a restaurant for a romantic meal one of these days." I did not know how to respond, but almost automatically replied, "that may be nice." A smile formed on his face as he grabbed his night clothes and headed to the guest room, which had by now become his sleeping area. I thanked my stars that Jenna had waylaid him. I had no clue as to what he could have done if he had found Derrick butt-fucking me in the basement. On one hand it could have appeared to be a normal extension of the wantonness he had led me to; on the other he could surmise that I was now totally replacing him as a sexual partner. But it did not, thankfully, come to that eventuality. My concern now was what Jenna may have on her mind. That got clarified really quickly the next day. There was a party indeed at Jenna's house and quite a few of the neighbourhood ladies were present. She was effusive in her praise about my helping Derrick through school and onto his scholarship. Many of the others wondered if I could help their kids too. Since all were under the age of 15, I was sure that the methods I had used for Derrick's improvement would not be kosher. Shireen's Story: Winning Me Back Derrick showed up about an hour into the event and wasted no time in finding a spot proximate to where I was standing next to a wall. As the conversation around the room continued, he created means of insinuating his fingers into my clothing, gaining access to my behind. But when he lifted the hem of my skirt a little too high in the back, in order both to rub my legs and feel my privates, I had to pat his hand down and move to an empty chair across the room. He was disappointed but decided that it was best to be circumspect. Shortly after the goodies were laid out on the table, Derrick begged his leave. The rest of the folks left soon after. Jenna insisted that I stay on and give her a hand with things. I should have half expected the possibility that there was more to the request. I wondered if she was going to blow up in my face. Instead she took me by the hand, offered more coffee and cake, and sat me down on a loveseat. She took the spot next to mine and grasped my right hand in hers. The look in her eyes was one of concern, not ire. "How long have you and Derrick been seeing each other?" she asked point blank. There was no reason to make things up, so I spilled my guts about the way things had transpired in our marriage up to the Super Bowl party, how Derrick had been asked by Akbar to look in to see if I was fine, and how youthful desire on his part and the sense of worthlessness on mine had resulted in our subsequent affair. "Do you love my son?" "Well yes, but not as in marrying him or anything," I truthfully responded. "Why are you still keeping your distance from Akbar? Don't you think your attitude is stretching your marriage to the limit?" "I do not think he has learnt his lesson so far," I replied. "Poppycock, he is madly in love with you," she let me know, "he is hurting inside worse than you are and is equally susceptible to sexual suggestion from elsewhere." "What do you mean?" "He opened his heart to me quite readily last evening," she let me know, "but I do not know if the pain he is in, will not soon lead him in another direction." "What sort of direction?" "Do you want him to leave you?" she queried, "or would it be better if you stayed married but he got his sex elsewhere?" "Frankly, we are beyond worrying about extra-marital sex," I confessed, having already told Jenna about my experience at the orgy. "But do you want things to improve or worsen? How would you like it if he spent every night fucking me instead of being with you?" "Did he?" was the first thing that popped into my mind, "last night?" "Let's stay on track here," she sidestepped my pointed query, "and give me a sincere reply." The answer was easy; I wanted things to get better and for Akbar to recognize that he had pushed me into a corner I had not been willing to go into. Jenna was visibly relieved as I poured my true feelings out. She was sincerely trying to get us together and her advice was worth considering. "What do you suggest I do?" "Try being a little more friendly, eat dinner together and allow him a goodbye or welcome back kiss for now," she suggested, "perhaps you will soon be in bed together fucking each others' brains out." "I doubt that would be enough." "I also think you guys should think in terms of taking a vacation, each going to a different place, and maybe with a different partner, and completely working out your frustrations. But clean your slates while away and come back home a loving couple like nothing ever happened." The suggestion was insanely simple and I could not believe that we had flirted about the bush without thinking directly on such lines. A look of understanding came across my face prompting Jenna to lean forward and hug me. "See I can play marriage doctor too," she joked, "now about the fee for my consultation." "Fee, what fee?" I wondered. "Shireen, you have had a wonderful impact on Derrick, though we all know that your sexual relationship cannot continue. I bet you were thinking that I was going to scold you about it or worse, but you do know now that I am not interested in doing so. "I must say that I was quite concerned about your possible negative reaction." "Derrick is leaving on Sunday and will probably be gone forever. You have been a good influence on him in more ways than one." "Thanks Jenna, he has helped me gain some faith in myself also," I confessed. "Can you make sure he goes away happy and raring to prove himself?" she continued. "What would you like me to do?" was my pretty normal response. "Honey I am asking you to spend Saturday night with him here!" her reply was not so normal. I was in a spot and wondering what to say since Akbar would be at home. "Don't worry, I've asked Akbar to take me night fishing, he told me you never liked the sport but I figure I could stomach it for once. I am sure he will not be concerned that you do not want to go with us," she indeed had hit upon one of his likes that I could never fathom nor participate in. Obviously they had discussed the matter the night before Needless to say Saturday night was spent at Jenna's home, in a state of constant undress, and I received a working over that only a future professional athlete could deliver. Derrick departed for Wisconsin after having a last slice of my pie for breakfast, with a smile, a seriously worked cock, and a sense of purpose in making a name for himself that his mother could be proud of. Akbar, already happy with the thaw in our relationship had a great time on his trip, catching many a fish and perhaps Jenna too. I heard that Jenna was sick as hell for most of the time but took it like a true trooper, sacrificing herself for the greater good! 3 -- Separate "Vacations" "How in the world did I get into this predicament?" I had plenty of time to wonder. Not only was I sitting in a fetid hut in the middle of the jungle, my movement was restricted by the fact that my hands were bound behind me and to some kind of hook attached to one wall. As if that was not bad enough, two of the persons guarding me had each come in and checked me out pretty thoroughly, one removing my jacket and the other taking away my skirt. Thankfully I still was wearing my sneakers, though now was skimpily dressed in a blouse and panties. "Oh God, I hope Hernan is not badly hurt," I hoped, remembering that he appeared to be bloody when beaten up by the people who now held me prisoner. My other thought was that Akbar would find some way of helping me out, since I was assuming Hernan would get a message to him in some manner or another. Though I regretted that he was not with me on this trip, the fact that he was safe in Calgary, regardless of my situation, gave me some consolation. Things had not started off so desperately or eventfully. Out of the blue, Hernan and Kerri had called and advised they were getting married later in the year. As we talked, they had tuned in to the fact that things were not on the level between Akbar and me. Since Hernan was busy with business in South America and Kerri wanted to do some stuff in Calgary, where she originally was from, our 'separate' vacation plans sort of fell into place by themselves. I did have a twinge of jealousy when I bid Akbar and Kerri farewell at the airport and headed to my flight gate. I was on my way to Hernan in Ecuador and they were going to Alberta. The changeover in Mexico City had gone flawlessly and I had arrived in Quito during the late afternoon. I imagined that Hernan would be at the airport to receive me and would not take much time before we rediscovered ourselves. I was surprised that he was not there, but a hotel guide was displaying my name on a board. He advised that "my husband" should be back from work by the time we got to the hotel. So Hernan had checked us in as husband and wife. I was fine and guessed this was to not offend any local sensibilities. The Marriott was a first class affair, like so many other of its ilk around the world. I was simply whisked into an elevator, without the trouble of any check-in and taken to my floor. The concierge opened the door and saying that "my husband" was inside expecting me, bid me a good holiday. Hernan had arranged for what may have been the Presidential Suite, the main room itself was enormous and there were doors leading to other parts of the accommodation. Hernan walked out through one of the doors and locked his lips on mine. "Shireen it is delightful to see you again," he said, "I hope the trip was not a bother?" "No, not at all," I responded, sipping from the glass of cold champagne he handed me. That is one luxury that he had introduced to me and I no longer was averse to alcohol. "I figure you would want to freshen up," he suggested, "what would you like to do afterwards?" "The question, Hernan, or "dear husband for now" is what would you like to do next?" I naughtily quipped getting a wink back from him. The answer to that came on the bed, where we found ourselves in no time at all. He simply carried me into the bedroom and literally ripped off the skirt, bra and panties that covered my form. He was hungry for me and while it may not have been the best fuck for either of us, it slaked our thirst quite well for the immediacy. Hernan and I finished quickly, but lay together for a while just kissing, caressing and fondling each other. After a nice dinner in one of the restaurants in the facility our night was relatively tame. Hernan got me ready early so we could head out to the Equator, located just a few miles from the city. A thick line divided the north from the south and a sign indicated "Ecuador Latitud 0-0-0." I stood with one leg on each side and Hernan quipped that he would love to get into me on the half-way line. I kidded him about it but must have set off something in his mind. We wandered around the venue looking at various exhibits and taking pictures. On approaching one of the farthest buildings placed on the line, and seeing that no one seemed to be in the last room at the very end, he led me in and positioned me with a hemisphere on either side. Bending me down, he ripped the panty off. Since I was in a mid length skirt, he hiked it a bit, keeping me bent over and drove his shaft all the way into me from behind. I was hot as could be and accepted each thrust with a riposte of mine. Fluid from my cunt drained down my leg, along with the sweat we were working up. Hernan tensed but suddenly stopped. "I am not wearing a condom," he told me. I simply tightened my legs so he could not pull out. "Just come in me," I let him know, "I finished my period the day I flew here and should be safe for now." He must have appreciated the permission as his sperm jetted into me and mingled with the other wetness I already was experiencing. No one but Akbar had ever vaginally fucked me unprotected before, but I was so warmed up at the time by what we were doing that I could not think straight. Hernan remained inside till every drop was done and then slowly pulled out. I could feel my knees buckle, but he held me up and straightened my skirt at the same time. Our next adventure was a trip to the Cotopaxi volcano. Hernan had let me know that Kerri and Akbar had reached Calgary and had gone to the Rockies. The volcano is quite a sight, majestic by itself, but mountain climbing was not the sort of activity I was made for. We stopped by at a restaurant that someone had recommended to him on the way back to Quito. For the first time in my life, I had ostrich steaks. These were just wonderful and we had a good chuckle when Hernan suggested that the meat was rumoured to possess aphrodisiac qualities! It must have had some, since we went at it like banshees on our return to the hotel. I was looking forward to the beach and was excited that there was a beautiful drive through the mountains and down to the coast. Normally I would have just tossed on hot pants and a blouse for a trip to the beach, but the weather was cool in the highlands and so opted for a jacket and a skirt. The swimwear was all ready to go in the case I was taking with me and the sneakers were ideal. The drive through the mountains was serene and it was almost a downer when we reached the first roadside set of fruit and coffee shops on the plain. After a quick restroom break and with a nice coffee to fortify us, I looked forward to the rest of the drive. Soon we were on the way and the town of Esmeralda lay just ahead, with the beach not much further. Suddenly Hernan slowed down and I noticed some debris on the road with people around it. Not thinking much, we stopped when signalled to and Hernan leaned his head out the window to ask what had happened. Things went haywire from there. A burly fellow pulled the door open, grabbed him by the arm and jerked him on to the road. Hernan instinctively got up to fight, but was met with blows from two other guys who appeared from nowhere. In a few moments his ability to fight was gone and soon he was lying to one side, with his face bloodied. I had jumped out of the vehicle and tried to run to him when the first guy put an arm around me and stopped my progress. One of the other fellows went over to Hernan and slapped him awake. They had a conversation and Hernan was handed what looked like a business card. I was bundled into the back of the car, another two persons joining us. While Hernan sat motionless by the roadside, a gun pointed at him, two of the guys got into the front and three into the back of the car. I was forced to lie on the laps of the guys in the back while all three felt most welcome to feel up my legs, breasts and any other part they wanted to as we drove towards wherever I was to be held captive. When we reached a group of huts in the jungle, I was displayed to the persons in charge. The first was a well built female who would be considered attractive if she was made up and dressed in other than camouflage green. The other was a fat slob who leered at me and left me wondering about when, rather than if, I would be raped. Given the circumstances, I was happy that I was simply shoved into one of the huts and secured inside. Two of the guys removed my outerwear, but did not leave me threadbare. Even though thirst was killing me, my mind was more focused on praying that I would somehow get out alive and unmolested. At the present time both looked like extremely remote possibilities. Oh how I missed the warm comfort of Akbar! 4 -- The Rescue No one raped me the first night or even bothered me in any overtly sexual fashion. That did not hide the fear I had for my life or virtue every time the door opened and someone entered. In contrast to what I was anticipating, I was surprised when they brought me some reasonably edible food, a Coke and provided a large bottle of mineral water, after I had been inside for more than four hours. They left me my watch, though they took my purse and accessories. I was also unfettered and given a futon to sleep on. My query on going to the bathroom did not get as good a response as I hoped. I was led to an area a few yards from the camp and the accompanying guard watched intently as I relieved myself. On the way back, he did hand me a sheet, indicating that I could tie it around my waist. I was thankful for this, despite the fact that he had watched me bare myself to go pee. I was certain that my treatment would change the next day and to the worse. The guy with the leer preyed on my mind. A ruckus woke me up with a start. I could hear the fat leery guy arguing loudly with some of the others. When the door to the shack opened and my imagined nemesis walked in, ignoring the entreaties I thought were coming from the others, I was sure the time for my humiliation was nigh. Indeed when he strode right up to me and ran his hand through my hair and down to my breasts, I readied myself for the imminent assault. There really was no reason to fight, their numbers would overwhelm me easily and I surmised that letting the man have his way may save my life and prevent others from joining in too. "Senora, comb your hair and wash face," he told me in fairly decent English, handing over my brush and tossing me a canteen of water. "Why?" I wanted to know, "do you want me to be pretty for you before you dishonour me?" I had heard of pervert's getting their victims dolled up before raping them. "No senora, I need to photograph you," he advised, "your friends have asked for proof of life and I want to make sure you look well." I got the immediate feeling that their motives were neither political nor sexual; they were simply kidnappers for ransom. I surmised that Hernan had made it back to safety and was in the process of negotiating my release. "We need you to be clean so they recognize you, but we also need to convince them that we mean business." I did not understand the back end of the threat and busied myself with fixing myself up as much as possible, washing my face and combing my hair. A lipstick was also tossed to me and I put it on eagerly. Then I realized what the second part entailed. The fat man told me, matter of fact, to drop my garments and to pose nude. I decided to comply under the circumstances and he took a number of photographs with the Polaroid camera he pulled out of a satchel. For some he made me stand holding the newspaper for the day in my hands thereby covering my vagina. Others were taken without the benefit of the newspaper and some in lewd postures that he directed me to get into. When the pictures developed, he showed me the ones in which I held the paper, saying they were very nice. He then picked up the rest, checked them out, and making a gesture to indicate that the others would enjoy masturbating to my naked pictures after he distributed them around, he left. I steeled myself for the worst and quickly clothed myself as best as I could. He returned in the afternoon and told me that negotiations had started following the confirmation on proof of life. His hope was that the ransom amount would be paid soon. Totally out of character, he knelt on the floor and clasped his hands Indian style to me. Perhaps even he had seen some Hindi movies. "Senora, I am very sorry for this and ask that you forgive my friends and me," he apologized and explained, "we would not be doing this if the government did not steal everything we had." I felt somewhat better and the fact that passable food and drink kept appearing at the expected times got my spirits up. I was also allowed to go to the latrine shared by the group. Although it was filthy, I had privacy and was not leered at while performing a basic human function. Still I was their prisoner and fear for my safety continued to gnaw at the back of my mind. As if to underscore that concern, when I asked if I could wash the grime on my body, I was led to an overhead tank out in the open to which a tap was attached. The female handed me a towel but indicated I should remove my bra and panties. As I moved to the water, she held out one of my bikinis that she had retrieved from my travel case. The meaning was obvious, I had to bare myself before I could shower up. Since the clean clothes would be welcome, I stripped down and began to shower. I was not alone, however, as the female decided to join in, all dressed, and insisted on soaping me up. The whole camp turned out to watch and they roared enthusiastically as she kept rubbing soap on my body and prolonging my stay under the water. Finally I was allowed to dry off, put on the clean garments and return to my prison. Apparently my concern regarding my situation was justified despite their being relatively kind to me so far, public nudity notwithstanding. Midway through the third day, the leader visited me again, in a verifiably foul mood. Something had seriously gone wrong. Shireen's Story: Winning Me Back "Senora, your amigos have no value for your life," he said straight out, "they say you are not worth paying $100,000 for." "That is a lot of money and we really are not that rich," I told him, "in fact I am not even American but from Pakistan, a poor country like yours." "For an American we ask at least $250,000," he let me know. "So what is going to happen?" the hope that I had was fading fast. "If we do not get the money in the next 24 hours, senora," he took a pause, "we may be forced to get any value possible from our catch." "You mean you are reducing the amount asked for?" "No senora, we are saying that after tonight, I will not be able to control what my men outside or my friends in the village decide to do with you!" My legs buckled under me and the lights went out. I awoke with no sign of sunlight coming through the few cracks in the walls. There was a tray of food exactly where it should have been. At least they were still being civil and following the set time line. What they did after sundown the next day was anyone's guess but the odds were stacking against my safety. "Senora, I am very sorry," the fat man advised me just past noon, "our demands have not been met." "Please," I implored, "I have no quarrel with you and am not rich either, why punish me?" "I do not want to harm you," he let me know, "but the others have their own ideas." The hours passed and nothing untoward happened. Food and water were delivered as usual and my restroom visits were also facilitated. I decided to forego a shower and no one insisted I take one. As time passed, my hope built up that the leader had reasoned with the rest of the crew and that I would be reprieved. My luck, however, ran out right about dusk. After what sounded like a serious row outside, the door opened and two guys walked in. I backed up against the walls but this did not deter one from pushing up to me and roughly squeezing my breasts. I tried to push back, but he was too strong. He pulled me off the wall and the second grasped me from behind. I begged them for mercy and tears rolled down my cheeks as all hope vanished. I willed myself to go limp, but the adrenalin in my system prevented me from doing so. The guy in front took out a knife and sliced my top off. The sheet I had used for a couple of days to hide myself below the waist was pulled off and the bikini bottoms were shredded in an instant by the guy behind. I was naked and about to be ravished. The guy in front of me grabbed my face and rudely pushed his tongue into my mouth. The taste was foul and I gagged. He broke off for some air, but I was turned around and the second one kissed me in an equally crude manner. The second fellow dropped his pants and pushed me to the wall, trying to pry my legs open. The other one shoved him off indicating he wanted the first go at me. I sunk to the floor while the two glared at each other. A sharp exchange followed and the second guy conceded by leaving the shack. The person left pulled his cock out, spread my legs, and positioned himself between them. As he touched his cock to my cunt I tried very hard to imagine myself in a happy place not to feel the pain or humiliation once he pushed it inside. A sharp bark outside caught my attention, then a few more. The last couple were followed by sounds of heavy objects hitting the ground. My intended rapist tensed, stopped his forward progress towards my cunt, and looked towards the door. It opened and the person walking in was the last one I would have expected. Akbar delivered a solid kick to the guy's midsection lifting him clear off me. The thug shook of the effects and stood up with murderous intent. He decided, however, to stay still when he saw other persons in what appeared to be police uniforms walk in and point their guns at him. "Did he?" Akbar asked, obviously wondering whether the man had succeeded in raping me. "No." "Did anyone else?" "No" "Since the time you have been held?" "No, no," I told him but his mind was finding this difficult to accept given the state he had found me in. Akbar put his jacket around me, thereby covering my nakedness considerably. Walking out of my prison, I found that most of the kidnappers had been captured, though neither the leader nor the female had been arrested yet. Kerri and Hernan were there, along with a person who was introduced as Joe from Calgary, apparently a policeman from Canada. Quite a few policemen were handling the arrests. "Shireen, it is so good that you are safe," Hernan expressed his relief as Kerri hugged me, "you can thank Akbar for making sure we rescued you in time." I felt a warm sensation as I sided back to Akbar and clung to my saviour. I had treated him like shit for the past months and he had apparently risked all to come save me. Well, he was my husband and this would have been his role to play. Yet, I had not exactly given him his spousal dues but had virtually negated our relationship. There was nothing to do but to grab his neck and kiss him deeply and for a long time. "Do you mind if we go and sit somewhere," Akbar advised the others, "meanwhile the rest of you can finish up whatever needs doing." He carried me back into the shack from where I had been rescued and laid me on the futon. No words were necessary. He stripped and I welcomed his cock into my pussy with gratitude. Akbar showered my face and body with kisses as he fucked me and I responded with equal vigour. None of us lasted for long and he let go inside me with a loud grunt that was almost drowned out by my scream as I also came. We drove back to Quito and I was checked into a hospital for necessary tests. Since nothing physically bad had happened, other than the odd bruise or scrape, I was released the next day with some basic medications to ensure I had not picked up any jungle ailment or had trouble sleeping. None was necessary, but Akbar made sure that I did complete the prescribed course of medicines over the next few days. The hospital confirmed that while I had signs of recent sexual activity, with my having been with Akbar at the shack and Hernan some days earlier, there were no indications to suggest rape. Also I was told that all the captives had confirmed that I had not been sexually abused. This news appeared to comfort Akbar since he probably had steeled himself to the fact that I had been molested by the kidnappers. After all, the state that he found me in certainly suggested that possibility. Akbar and Kerri had flown to Quito immediately after getting the news from Hernan. Her friend Joe had come along, since he had some experience in hostage situations, being a member of the RCMP. Joe had suggested the raid on the facility, in concert with the police commandant who was a friend of Hernan's, since the Police were of the opinion that paying the ransom would not guarantee my freedom. But Joe did not manage to dissuade Akbar from being part of the assault team. It was a good thing that Akbar had come along, since it is possible that my molester would have succeeded in raping me while the team was focused first on securing the compound. Akbar had decided he only had one objective and thankfully got to me just in time by heading for the shack where I was held. On our last night in Quito, after being released from the hospital, I had simply disrobed the moment we were back in the suite that Hernan had now turned over temporarily to us. We needed to make up for the lack of intimacy between us since the Super Bowl party. We had sex in the bed, we fucked in the lounge, I made love to him on the balcony, we coupled in the bathroom, and we finally ended up doing it on the small dining table in the suite. Kerri and the others left us alone for the night but showed up en masse at the airport to see us off. Akbar was now my absolute hero, how could I ever have doubted him? While the separate vacations may not have worked out they way we had intended, it was definitely time to wipe the slates clean and to resume our loving marriage. Hopefully no further complications would follow and mess up our lives. 5 -- The Aftermath "Hey you two, we hope you did not forget about our wedding plans," the phone message from Kerri and Hernan said, "it just that we cannot wait so the date has been moved up to mid-September." We had barely returned home, after our vacations apart and my jungle ordeal. Now we were being told to get back to South America in about a month's time. I was unsure about another trip, but was game since this time we were going to Peru. Word of the kidnapping and rescue had reached the office, though somehow the newspapers had not carried any of it. The bosses, impressed by Akbar's bravery, were happy to grant him an extra two week vacation and with pay! Jenna had ensured that the house was spic and span when we returned a few days after the rescue. She was delighted to see that we were back to being a loving couple. She pulled Akbar into the living room, while I was in the kitchen preparing snacks. I figure she might have been giving him some advice on ensuring that our relationship was not rocked again. A bit later she cornered me while Akbar ran over to the grocery store to pick up some required item. "Sweetheart, it's so good that all is well between the two of you," she let me know while holding my hand, "but I do hope you can see your way to keeping my little boy happy when he does come home on his break from school and sport." This was not a time to argue with her regarding Derrick's entitlements, whether or not I actually fucked him depended on how things would pan out, I had no thought to give in that direction at the moment. I steered conversation elsewhere while Akbar returned from the store. Jenna was all ears regarding my ordeal and gushed about Akbar's bravery. This was music to my ears as I cuddled up with him in a large armchair, stealing a kiss every so often. Before long the news had made it around the neighbourhood and we were the recipients of many visits from well-wishers living in our vicinity. Thankfully Jenna had kept the bit about our taking separate vacations secret, just mentioning that I had gone on ahead to Ecuador while he had finished up a business trip to Canada before joining me. The actual details would have been too lurid, spicy and open to gossip and speculation. I could sense that quite of few of the folks in any case had doubts about my being unharmed or wondered if I had willingly participated in debasement at the hands of my captors. Akbar was definitely the stud as far as the ladies were concerned and many would make comparisons between the ways they got treated by their partners with how committed he had been to me. But all glory and recognition aside, the fact that things between us had patched up meant more than anything in the world to him and to me. If anyone thought I was going to let all slide back to routine once we were home and he was attending to the office, one would be quite mistaken. I had other ideas of my own to ensure that Akbar knew which side the toast was buttered on and how much better it was when tasted on one's own! The very first evening he returned from work to find me sitting on the sofa, dressed only in the slightest negligee. Dinner was not had by him, I was! That evening set a pattern for the next two weeks. The second day, I was lying on the dining table, threadbare. But around me were various snacks and tit bits that sufficed for dinner as I ended up being his main course. The third day, I upped the ante by standing in the entrance connecting the garage to the house as he opened the main garage door and drove in. I was totally nude, bar a pair of sexy ankle high boots and a gold chain around my waist, regardless of the fact that it was still daylight and anyone passing by could get a real good look at me. Akbar closed the main garage door as quick as he could and got busy! Needless to say things went on in the same vein for many days, with my actions getting bolder by the day till he had to go on a week-long business trip. The last day before the trip, I decided to take things outside the house. I left him a note suggesting he find me in the back yard. I was sitting on a rug under one of the three trees in what appeared to be a colourful swimsuit, when he did spot me. On nearing me, he discovered it to be nothing but body paint, done expertly and that I was completely nude. Jenna had mentioned a friend was a body painter and I had undergone the process willingly though thought the guy took his time painting me up. Akbar and I did not even make it back into the house and if the neighbours got an eyeful then good for them! Akbar was concerned that I may have residual nightmares or fears since being rescued and was apprehensive about such a long trip. I knew we would miss making love to each other. We would be heading out to Lima the day after he returned from the trip, so I figured that packing would keep me occupied. Apparently Akbar though it helpful to ask Jenna to keep an eye on me. Soon as Akbar had left, Jenna was over in a trice, letting me know that Derrick would be home for a few days while Akbar was away. It was an awkward situation, Akbar and I had just patched up things and now Jenna, having helped greatly in the process, wanted me to fuck her son again! Derrick showed up on Friday afternoon. He was home for a few days after sports camp at the University. The school year would start shortly as would the sporting season. I was able to put him off saying that I was having my period. On Saturday, he wanted to do it in my ass, since the period was still going on. This was not an option I wanted to explore. Come to think of it, once I lowered my panties to expose my ass, he would know I was not menstruating either. I made the time honoured excuse of having a headache, claiming that I still had some pain since the kidnapping. On Sunday, he was back and his cock was straining. He pushed me on to the sofa and brought his mouth to mine. I reminded him that I was still not clean, but he was insistent upon fucking me anyway. It took a great deal of effort to push him off, but he refused to leave until I gave him a blow job. I reluctantly agreed in order to get him out of the house as quickly as I could. Derrick lay back on the sofa and I brought him off speedily with my mouth. I was surprised to find Jenna at my place on Monday. Akbar was back on Wednesday and Derrick was leaving the next morning. She implored me to not be hard-to-get until I finally gave in and accepted one last night of passion with her son. Derrick was as ready as could be when he came by on Monday night. We kissed for a while and his hands kept trying to undress me. Finally I led him upstairs to the guest room and asked him to sit and listen. "Derrick, this is the last time I am going to have any sort of sexual contact with you, Akbar and I are very much in love and nothing is going to come between us," he listened to my speech but in an uninterested sort of way. "But you do like making love to me," he responded. "Maybe I did, but this is not something that can go on forever." I could sense that his brain was not computing my message properly. The only thing left was to fuck him and get done with it. I dropped my clothes and lay face down on the bed. "Fuck me in the ass," I directed him, not wanting vaginal intercourse, "you liked it a lot the last time we did it." He was on me in an instant, rubbing cream from a jar on the side table liberally onto his cock and into my rectum. He lined himself up and shoved his cock into me. I lay unmoving as he forced himself in and out of my ass. It's not that I did not like him or had not enjoyed the sex we previously had. It was just that I was at a juncture of my life that he no longer could be a part of. Derrick came and lay on top catching his breath. I was hoping that he was done, but he did possess an athlete's stamina. Just as we had done the last time he had sodomized me, we shared a shower together and he cleaned me out. And very much like the last time, while still in the bathroom, he fucked me in the ass again till finally spent. "You really do not want to do this with me again, c'mon Shireen you know I love you so much?" he was grasping at straws. "Derrick, you need to get someone your age," I told him, "when you are here for Christmas, bring a nice college-going girlfriend with you, I will not be on the menu any more even if your mom begs me!" Derrick kissed me for a while as I was still unclothed, nibbling on my tits and caressing anything that he wanted to, and then reluctantly went home and on to the university. It appears that he did get the message. His Christmas date was a striking Midwestern corn farmer's daughter, with all the right credentials including an age that was suitably similar to his. Akbar was back and I could not help but run up to the taxi he was getting out of after coming from the airport. In the tiniest of shorts and just a bra top I hoped I looked very tasty. "What's up dear?" he wondered, as I led him into the house. "Oh nothing much, just happy to see you back," I let him know, holding back the news that I had just received that day. "Were you okay while I've been away?" He had called me at least twice a day and I had been fine. "No trouble at all," I responded, "Jenna and Derrick made sure I was well cared for." Obviously I could not tell him how well I was exactly cared for now that things had changed. Rather than being quite active that night, I surprised him by suggesting that we sleep on account of an early morning flight the very next day. To be frank I figured he would also need to be rested up rather than tiring himself out fucking me. Our friends received us warmly at Lima airport and we were housed in a luxurious room at the home of Hernan's parents rather than at a hotel. Apparently his father had been a member of parliament and came from a distinguished political family. The mansion was enormous and would serve as the venue for the various parties including the wedding itself. Hernan grabbed me by the hand and said he was taking me on the grand tour. Kerri held Akbar's arm and headed in the other direction but with the same intent. After going through a number of hallways and rooms, we ended up in a nice bedroom, much as I would have expected. Hernan embraced me and joined his mouth to mine. This was not yet too invasive and so I went along with the kiss. It was when he broke the kiss and tried to put me on the bed that I stopped him cold. "Hernan, I have something to tell you," I waited as he sat down next to me wondering what was up. We talked for a few minutes and then he smiled, simply took my hand and led me back down to the family room. He pulled out some old albums and we had a real laugh, looking at his kid pictures, while Kerri and Akbar explored the mansion. They did take their sweet time getting back to where we were waiting! The house filled up with many guests arriving from overseas and within the country. Kerri's cousin Cindy flew from Calgary with Joe who had helped rescue me. I understood that they were connected by the fact that they were both shown to the same bedroom and that Cindy hung on to him constantly. I also met my other saviour, Guillermo, who was typically Latin in his attempt to seduce me. Needless to say, he did not get to first base, whether he had participated in rescuing me from certain molestation or not. Nevertheless it was still good protocol to give him a juicy thank you kiss and promise to dance with him at the upcoming parties. For the wedding rehearsal and dinner just prior to the girls' party that Kerri and company had planned, I decided to be a bit cheeky. I had brought along a gold and green sari, having remembered wearing a pink one Akbar had brought from India the first time Hernan had made love to me. Like the pink sari, this set of clothes included a blouse that was more a teensy bra, and bared more than it covered, my back only having a string across it for example. My breasts literally protruded from all sides of the two little triangles that only kept my tits from view. It took some effort for Hernan to pull away from me after we had danced a number of times. I did not mind his hands sliding all over my back and copping a feel of my rear, I was effectively off the market. Many of the other guys attending sought a dance too and I was happy to oblige. Shireen's Story: Winning Me Back Once dinner was taken and the dancing done, the groups segregated by sex and headed in different directions. Hernan's bachelor party was to be held in one of the halls in the house. Kerri and the girls, myself included, were off to a nearby hotel. We arrived to find a well laid out buffet, with an impressive bar, in the hotel room. Most welcomed by the crowd was the arrival of a number of hunky guys who danced suggestively, most stripping down to their underpants. Some of the ladies got into the mood, trying to get a look at their penises or even grab on to them. Before long all the men had lost their clothing and a few ladies had clustered around each one, most in some state of undress. Shortly afterwards, some of the revellers began to couple with the guys. I took a back seat and was happy to be joined by Cindy, who also was not too keen on participating. I looked about for Kerri but could not find her. One of the guys strode up and, holding my body to his naked form, ran his hand down my back, dropping my bra-blouse to the floor. Suddenly I was the centre of attention as everyone wanted to see what I would do. For a few moments, I allowed him to squeeze and suck on my tits, getting yells of appreciation from the other ladies there. But when he strayed down to the waist and tried to undo the rest of the sari, I kissed my fingers, put them to his lips, and disengaged myself, retrieving my bra-blouse in the process. A lot of girls expressed disappointment and the guy looked entirely surprised. But I was done with of orgies since the Super Bowl event and was not keen on revisiting that possibility ever again, or at least for now. Kerri showed up a bit later and told me she had to pick up some stuff at the house. Cindy and I joined her as she took us on a night-time tour of some fancy nightclubs. In our sexy state of dress, and with our obvious good looks, we were popular at every place, being admitted without waiting in any lines and receiving free refreshments. I immensely enjoyed the night out, dancing till I was ready to drop. At every place, men flocked to us and tried every line and seduction technique, but to no avail. It must have been well past dawn when I arrived back at the hotel, saw Akbar coming into the room at virtually the same time, and collapsed into the bed. I could not believe I was still in the sari when he woke me and suggested we get ready for the wedding. The wedding and reception went off flawlessly. Kerri and Hernan truly looked like a couple in love, which was strange since he had definitely tried to get into my pants just two days earlier and Kerri may have tried to seduce Akbar too! Cindy and I were both were dressed in light blue as part of the bridal party. She and a number of the newlywed couple's female friends and relatives kept Akbar busy on the dance floor. Joe, Guillermo and other guys made sure I had a partner for literally ever dance. Of course I got groped plenty, but then it was a cultural thing and no one was actually getting into my pants. After a while I felt bushed. Uncoupling Akbar from a striking Peruvian girl he was dancing with, I said I was thirsty. He picked up a glass of champagne from our table and handed it to me. I smiled and put it away, taking a glass of water instead and sipping from it. He sat down and indicated that I should also take a seat for a bit. He must have noted the smile on my face as I slid on to his lap, as he sat at the table. My arms went across his neck and his mouth joined mine in a passionate kiss. "I love you so much, Akbar, never leave me," I whispered into his ear "I have all the reasons to love you my dear," was his honest response. "Well I have another for you to love me even more for," I added while taking a playful bite of his ear. I had held on to a bit of news for the better part of a week by now. A call made to my doctor, while Akbar was in the shower today, had given me the confirmation that I did not have the day he had returned from his business trip, but my sixth sense had tingled correctly. The reason that I had refrained from vaginal sex with anyone over the past few days was on account for sensing the changes in my body. I would soon learn that I still had months of pleasure to give and receive, before the sex would need to be toned down and more careful. Akbar was going to enjoy me even more than in the past few weeks! It seemed that his spirit rose as I uttered the magic words, "you are going to be a daddy soon, I'm pregnant!" He had truly won me back and I also knew that he was mine, all mine! 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. ------------------------------------------------- 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. Shireen's Story Having turned in my last paper, on the last day of the term, I headed back home and was surprised to find Fred lounging in the living room, looking over a file of charcoal drawings with Shireen at his side. "Hi jaan," she sounded excited, "I got the cheque today and Professor Rickard also gave me some of the best drawings from the class through the term." "That's great, but what is Fred doing here?" "We finished earlier than expected and he gave me a ride home, since the car is still at the garage," she explained. Fred looked somewhat disappointed at my arrival and before long, having quickly downed some refreshments that Shireen had put on the table, he begged our leave. I was wondering what caused him to exit quickly, but the pictures caught my attention and it soon became clear why my arrival had caused him to realize that things would not be proceeding as he expected. There were five full size pictures representing the section on erotica. The first picture showed her standing in front of him, her left hand covering his penis. His left hand was placed over her pussy and right one came across her right breast. The second one showed her standing against a wall, with him seated between her legs. His face appeared to be buried in her crotch and her hands were in his hair. It was fairly obvious what was being represented, and the look of passion on her face, even though drawn by the artist's imagination, looked very real. The third had him lying down, while she was seated over his crotch, bent backwards and pointing her tits skywards. The fourth had her sitting in his lap, his arms around her waist and hers around his neck. What made it more interesting was the fact that their lips were locked in a sensuous kiss. The last picture upped the ante even further and showed her on all fours, one leg slightly ahead of the other and her face reflecting satisfaction. He was standing behind her, his hands on her ass. The fact that this was the only picture that showed his dick apparently entering her from behind and his face registering a sense of relief made it incredibly pornographic. "Did you actually pose in those fashions?" I could not believe what I was seeing as these were way more suggestive than any of the other work she had modeled for. "Yes, these were exactly as you see," she confirmed. "Is he actually fucking you in a couple of the pictures?" "Hey certainly wanted to," she was open about Fred's intentions, "but I was not going to do it in public." "So is that why you brought him over?" I wondered whether there were ulterior motives. "I must say I was getting extremely turned on, particularly during the session today but there was no way that I was going to fuck him," Shireen continued, "he did drive me over and was perhaps hoping for a little bit extra that he was not going to get, even if he had been lying naked on top of me all day." "But darling, if you were enjoying what he was doing to your body during the class," I was pushing her, "why did you not have sex, I had no issues if you decided to make love to him?" "Why would I sleep with a gay guy?" she surprised me, "don't you know that guys wearing earrings are gays, I did not want to fuck someone who sleeps with other guys." "And I must say the guy has the ugliest penis in the world, no way that was going into me!" I remembered that Fred was uncircumcised and Shireen had never seen a dick like that before. She was not exactly right about the earring, or the fact that Fred was probably not gay, but she had given me enough indication that she was open to more ideas in the future, including extra marital sex. My joy had no bounds, given her increased level of arousal, and I could hardly wait for our next erotic experience so she could be enlightened her even more. The drawings were filed away, where nobody could get to them, and on occasion we certainly made sure we revisited the entire episode and had absolutely stupendous sex. ------------------------------------------------- III -- Shireen Takes the Next Big Step Shireen's sexual growth had already been significant with the pool party and then the experience with the art class. Nevertheless, our lives had returned pretty much to the normal, with sex once or twice a week but nothing out of the ordinary. An anniversary was nearing but Shireen had ducked any talk of taking things to a higher level as far as sexual liberation was concerned. Some time before the anniversary, we were getting intimate and talking about fantasies. She asked me outright what my ultimate fantasy was and how did it involve her. Initially I was a little nervous but finally blurted out that it was to see her with another man. To my surprise, rather than giving me a kick in the groin or worse, she got even more passionate and we had some of the best sex in a while. A few days later, I asked her what she thought of my fantasy and she gave me that shy smile again. To me this was encouraging and the rest of the day I could not concentrate on my work. As the days passed, I often tried to bring up the topic but she would find ways to skirt the issue. One evening when I cornered her, Shireen agreed that it was a nice fantasy but was unacceptable where reality was concerned. I asked her why and got a litany of reasons: it was taboo; someone would find out; we would not respect each other afterwards; she could catch something unwanted; and so on. However I kept hammering away that her fears were baseless, but she managed to evade answering due to the unwelcome ringing of the phone and a telemarketer on the other end. Saturday morning she was in a very horny mood and we had some wild sex. As we lay back after relieving our most basic urges, she said that she had thought about the whole thing and was ready to do it for me, if indeed that was what I wanted. I was ecstatic until after breakfast she asked me who I intended her to do this with. I had been planning the eventuality of her fucking another man in my mind for years but was at a loss as far as naming a definite person was concerned. Considering that we had just moved to Atlanta, where I had found a solid management position with a leading snack food company, I really did not know too many people around. The folks on the West Coast might have lived on Saturn, given the distances involved and the guys from Saudi sounded even further out. I wondered if this was Shireen's way of avoiding something she did not want to do without causing undue friction with me. "Shireen, I give up, I do not know anyone that well in Atlanta; perhaps you have someone in mind." I almost dreaded her answer because that would mean she had strong feelings for someone else, yet was keen on seeing her in action with another guy. "Nope, nobody here," she replied, a look of relief seemingly coming over her. "You've never wondered what it would be like to have a bit of variety with another guy." I kept returning to the point. "That's not entirely true," she surprised me with her answer, "I guess the closest I would have come to anyone, it would have to be some of the guys in Saudi, like Ron, Hernan or Camille, maybe even Ghassan." "You would sleep with those guys?" I zoned in on what she had said. "Maybe, but only if they do not have one of those ugly looking things," she was obviously not going to like someone uncircumcised. But I often wondered about communal showers, in places like gyms, and today was one time I realized that I had the answer I needed because we had such a shower at the exercise room on our compound. At least three of the guys she had mentioned, including Hernan and Ghassan were definitely circumcised! Still it looked like the anniversary would have to proceed without Shireen getting into bed with another guy, and oddly I was really bummed out. With a few days left in our annual celebration, I had pretty much given up on the idea of expanding her sexual horizon and planned instead to take her out to a resort in Florida. Sometimes, however, karma takes over and indeed I wondered if such was the case when I received an email from Hernan a few days later. He had been on the US Immigration list for many years and was to finally become a naturalized citizen in a matter of weeks. Since he had filed in Tampa, and was to take his oath of citizenship there, we had the opportunity of being in the same state and our anniversary could really be celebrated in style. An exchange of communications with Hernan ensured that we would meet up in Jacksonville during our trip. I advised him that our anniversary would happen a couple of days after he became an American and was surprised to hear back that his birthday would fall and few days later. Much as I would like to tell her, I decided to hold off the news about Hernan from Shireen. We checked into the hotel for a four day stay having arrived real late at night courtesy of a delayed flight. However, in the morning we wished each other a happy anniversary and passionately made love. It was time to break the news to her. Her eyes popped and she was speechless as I informed her that Hernan was joining us and that he had invited us for lunch at the Marina to celebrate his new status. While I did not have not mention it, Shireen knew that before the day was out she would have to let him enjoy her body and charms. I wondered if she would try to back out, but imagine she did not think I would allow her to drop the idea at such a late stage. What she did not know was that Hernan had no idea of the bounty he could collect and should he not go for the gold, she would be reprieved for the time being. "So what would you want me to wear?" Shireen asked. "Don't wear skirts or pants," I suggested, "why do you not try out one of your saris with the short blouses?" Though she normally stayed away from Indian style clothes, this sounded like a good mix of conservatism and suggestiveness. Conservative in that it wrapped much of her body in yards of cloth. Suggestive in that the top was barely two triangles with the front deep enough to show significant cleavage and the back nothing but a drawstring. Add to that her belly and all of her back would be bare. I had bought the sari on a trip to India and the cost that appeared exorbitant then, now seemed very reasonable. The light pink sari made her look much lighter skinned than she was and, since the heels were hidden by her garment, allowed her to stand much taller. The top was quite filmy and she decided against wearing a bra that would be visible. By pulling one end of the sari across her front, she hoped her tits would not be very visible through the fabric. Of course as her mind wandered, during the drive over, the edge slipped away and we arrived at the Marina with her boobs playing hide and seek with the many stares she received. Hernan was waiting for us in the reception area and a smile registered on his face as he appreciated Shireen's arrival. He shook my hand and gave me a quick hug. Done with greeting me, his arms went around Shireen's waist pulling her in, hers went across her neck. His lips came down to hers and I was surprised that they remained in that position for a few moments beyond what would have been just friendly. I figured she was steeling herself for the activity that was to follow. "Shireen it is so good to see you," he almost stuttered, "you are a sight for sore eyes." "And you are not happy to see Akbar?" she kiddingly remarked. "Oh no, it is a treat to share my happy day with dear friends," he replied, directing her towards the restaurant, one arm still around her waist and gradually moving downwards. Shireen did not pull his hand back up and I could swear that she literally sat down on it, in the booth we were led to, before he got it out. Hernan had placed her next to himself on the plush two-seater, while I sat across from them on a chair. Through lunch, I mostly did not see his right hand, which I figured was somehow caressing some part of her legs or body. If it did become visible, it was often placed over Shireen's left hand, with frequent squeezing being the preferred course of action. When one of the waitresses came by with a photographer, he closed the distance totally and planted a kiss on her cheek as the picture was taken. Shireen did not drink, but both of us guys had quite a few rounds. I was ravenous, but Hernan had other things on his mind and she hardly touched the meal. Even though she was going to be dessert for him, she did not want to look bloated after eating a meal! "Let's take sweets and coffee back at our hotel," I suggested, "we can talk and do things more freely there." Shireen seemed a bit uncertain about getting up, but Hernan was calling the valet for our vehicles in no time at all. He was driving a convertible racing car and I asked Shireen if she felt safe accompanying him to the hotel. "This sari is going to flap like crazy," she protested, but got into his vehicle anyway. As I headed off on to the direct highway route, I saw them going towards the coastal road. It would be about an hour before they reached the hotel, giving me time enough to ensure the room was in order and that room service had delivered a significant amount of snacks and drinks. "Do you know Hernan's birthday is tomorrow?" Shireen announced as soon as she walked into the room. Wisely Hernan was not holding on to her as that would have looked odd to the hotel staff since she had arrived with me, assuming they cared about that sort of thing. "And can you think of a birthday treat for him?" I dropped a huge hint. "Oh, why do we not let the birthday boy decide what he would like," she suggested, headed to the facilities to freshen up and fix her makeup. "Akbar, I am getting a strange vibe from both of you," Hernan point blank asked me, "is there something that has to be done?" I wondered if Shireen had given him the idea of what I was hoping, but decided to act coy. "What do you mean?" "I have never seen Shireen let me get so close to her," he advised, "are you guys having marital troubles?" "Oh, no, we have the happiest of marriages," I confessed, "it is just that we are opening up to experimentation and spicing things up further." "Such as," he explored. "Maybe a bit of variety for us, instead of being with the same person, just for an occasional change," I opened up totally. "Am I hearing you correct," he asked for clarification, "Do you want me to make love to your wife?" "Would that not be a real nice birthday present for you," I responded, "and a fantastic anniversary experience for us?" "I still cannot believe you, but why me?" "Hernan, you were Shireen's best friend in Saudi," I explained, "why should she not enjoy the moment with someone she likes, and I do know you are hot for her." "You have me there," he agreed, "but are you sure Shireen will do this?" "Maybe not alone with you right now," I opined, "but with me around for reassurance we can all have a really good time." I joined Shireen on the 2-seater sofa and offered Hernan the armchair next to it, as she returned from the washroom. She did take a fair bit of time and was probably psyching and willing herself forward. As we started talking about rather mundane things, I tactfully began to rub her back and ease the tension that was building up in her. Her comfort level increased with me at her side and she began contributing to the conversation. Some time later, I tactfully directed the talk towards what I wanted to happen. Hernan said that he had never done anything of the sort before. So far his intimate encounters had been with regular girlfriends. He was not surprised to learn that he would be Shireen's first man aside from me, but did feel a sense of being honoured in some way. We were all getting into the spirit of things and I encouraged onwards with the combined birthday and anniversary program. Hernan smiled and Shireen gave me a look that communicated, "are you really 100% sure about this?" I smiled back remarking, "Happy anniversary sweetie, enjoy your treat!" This was the point of no return. Hernan tenderly grasped her hand and led her to the bed. She raised her head towards Hernan and he brushed her hair with his hand. They both started touching each others' bodies through their clothes; Hernan caressing her thighs through her petticoat and Shireen rubbing his shoulders. Their eyes met and they moved towards each other. Before I knew it, they were locked in a very passionate and eager kiss. "Would you like to undress her or do you mind if I unwrap this beauty?" Hernan asked. Receiving my signal to go ahead he stood her up and pulled at one end of the sari. True to Indian cinematic style, she twirled a few times, as the fabric left her body. Soon the sari was off her and tossed aside and she awaited his next move, her chest heaving mightily. Hernan untied the back of her blouse and pulled it over her head, exposing Shireen's beautiful breasts. As he massaged and rubbed her neck, shoulders and back and squeezed her breasts, she lay down in pleasure, his kisses moving down to her stomach. While nuzzling the area below her navel, he loosened her petticoat and slid it off to uncover skin pink panties. She looked devastatingly hot and sensual and Hernan was losing control. He quickly took off his shirt and she started to kiss and rub his body right away. Hernan asked her to stand, and as she did he dropped her panties around her ankles. Charged up by the atmosphere, she had a healthy glow on her cheeks and skin, her fully shaven pussy was ripe to be enjoyed and the heels she was wearing added to the sexy visage. Hernan drank in the scene and whispered in her ear, "you are the prettiest woman I have ever been with; I do not know what I did to deserve this." Shireen blushed red even though she was in a most intimate situation with him and her nipples appeared to perk up. Hernan kissed her pubic area and then in a slow movement moved down to her clit and vagina. Shireen was in heaven, she was enjoying the sensation fully as Hernan licked, sucked and tongue massaged her clit, vagina and anus. He had good stamina and continued doing this for a good ten minutes while Shireen cried out with pleasure. Though standing while being worked upon, Shireen could feel that her legs would buckle under her at any moment due to the state of arousal she was in. Finally he got up and helped her back on the bed, legs dangling over the side. I hopped over, planted a kiss on her lips and suggested that it was Hernan's turn to get serviced. Standing in front of her, he pulled his jeans and underwear down, sporting a huge erection. Shireen became a little nervous, given that this was the first cock, other than mine, that she was seeing in earnest. She was surprised at the length and girth of his member, which certainly was somewhat larger than mine, and also pleased that his genital area was not overly hairy. Shireen stared at it for a bit and then shyly started to rub and feel it, holding his balls with one hand while massaging the dick with the other. She did this for a while since it was fascinating for her to see and feel another cock. For me it was unbelievably exciting watching her as if she was playing with a new toy. Hernan put his hands behind her head and bent himself forward so his cock was in line with her mouth. Given that I had never received a blow job from her, I wondered how she would react. She seemed confused for a moment, not sure what to do. Finally, she used both hands to grab his cock, stared at the head for a few seconds, gave me a smile and a "here goes" look, closed her eyes and put it in her mouth. Hernan helped her by whispering directions on what to do and she quickly caught on that she needed to both suck and lick his cock. I was incredibly turned on and could barely wait for Hernan to reach his peak. Thankfully, he pulled out from her mouth, just in time, and sent a stream of his semen across from her breasts to below her waist. He was unsure if she would swallow so took the safer route, rather than jeopardize the rest of the adventure. Shireen's Story Unbelievably excited, I got up and quickly undressed, my dick rock hard as I moved in front of her. Hernan had positioned himself behind her back, reaching out front and cleaning her body with a towel, while recuperating from the blow job he had just received. Shireen grabbed onto my penis with one hand and began sucking. I could not believe how good it felt and boy did I feel like kicking myself for not insisting on this treatment in the many years of marriage we already had experienced. Still, it was definitely a case of better late than never, and the heat of the moment caused me to gush forth in her mouth, almost without warning. However, as Hernan was sitting right behind, not giving her much room to pull back, as my load left me penis she had no option but to keep sucking and swallowing for a while. Releasing my dick, she gave me a playful bite on the end, which both hurt and put an exclamation point on the performance. It was time for things to move forward and I sat behind Shireen, who had returned to the bed after taking a quick break to clean out her mouth. Cradling her upper body, while lasciviously prying open her legs, I presented her cunt to him. Hernan grabbed a condom, from a strip containing about a dozen that I had placed next to the bed. He slowly inserted his dick and started pumping her from behind, as she had turned around to deep kiss me. After a little time, Hernan pulled out from her and flopped down next to me. Shireen got on top, inserted his cock inside her pussy, and started bouncing up and down, letting him soak in the sight of her unfettered breasts moving in rhythm with their exertions. Hernan turned her over and their mouths came together as his thrusting increased in speed. A deep moan escaped from her mouth and Hernan tensed as he released his load into the condom. My wife had taken a giant leap forward in her sexual enlightenment. While Hernan recovered, I got up and slowly inserted my throbbing cock into Shireen's wet pussy. She had appeared drained when he had pulled out, but quickly began to match my gusto as I took my turn. Before long, I had emptied myself into her willing insides and she had responded by raking her nails across my bare back. Shireen lay on her back and we came to her sides and began to alternatively finger her pussy, massage her legs and suck her boobs. At the same time, all three of us kept grabbing finger foods from the platters brought in by room service, and feeding each other as we also slaked our sexual appetites.We continued this treatment her until she had a number of orgasms. Between the food and the sex, we were pretty tired and sleep came quickly. When I awoke I found Shireen sandwiched between us, lying face down, but with each of her hands resting on our cocks. I imagine she was giving us a hand job in her sleep. Soon Hernan and Shireen also awoke and sensing that things were coming to a close soon, he mounted her again, slowly bringing her to another climax. In the shower together, Shireen soaped both of us and we returned the compliment to her. Even after the exercise, I was able to rise to the occasion as Shireen gave me another worthy blow job. Hernan dick also released a wee bit of juice as she gave him a hand job. Having cleaned up and dressed, Shireen gave a nice long kiss to Hernan. As he bid us farewell, heading back to Tampa, after we made it clear that this had been a special occasion occurrence only and not something we would be routinely doing over the remaining days of our trip to Florida. "So how did you like your anniversary present?" I wanted her opinion. We were lying in bed the next morning, still recovering from the exertions of the day before, but aroused enough that my fingers were tightly inserted into her pussy. "Jaan, you need to pay a lot more attention to me," Shireen replied, suggestively rubbing her hands over her breasts and crotch, "I could easily get used to treatments like Hernan every other day!" Our love making improved greatly for a while. Shireen retained some of her old conservative ways, but I could sense that a new sense of liberty was just simmering under the surface. As for Hernan, now that I had seen my ultimate fantasy carried out to fruition, I could not care less if I ever saw him again! ------------------------------------------------- IV -- Shireen Sends a Surprise Gift The trouble with sexual experiences of increasing intensity is that you are always faced with what to do next. Was it any surprise that we had pleasant times reminiscing about our adventures, but would inevitably hit blank walls when either of us wondered how to spice things up again. By now, Shireen had become much less conservative and was comfortable wearing shorts and tops at home, though still went out well relatively covered. That she appeared to be getting worldly wise and taking an interest in a growing range of topics convinced me that helping her awaken certain feelings of liberation and defeating undue inhibitions had been good for us both. Yet I was wondering what the subsequent thrill could be, and had the sense that Shireen was awaiting our next anniversary with anticipation and concern in varying measures. Where could we be looking to next, voyeurism, sensuality and extra-maritality having all been broached. Take it from me, I had enjoyed Shireen's acquiescence to what I had been suggesting, but I was not all too keen for her to start fucking all and sundry either. As if adding fuel to the fire, the office scheduled a hectic travel program, much of which occurred the very weekend of our next anniversary. To a great extent, I was relieved that being out of town and out of sight to boot, a major surprise would not be expected from me. Shireen was strangely unperturbed by the fact that we probably would not have anything going on this year or maybe she was waiting for a real surprise. As per practice, I provided contact information and hotel details to her, both so she could get a hold of me if required and also know where I am should there be any emergency. "Sir, there is a message for you," the front desk handed me an envelope as I checked in, having put in a hard day's work. Shireen had looked considerably down as I was going to miss the anniversary and there was no sense of trying to get a jump on things through intercourse the night before I was due to depart. I hoped that her demeanour would not put a downer on my work to come. Luckily things had gone well and I was able to focus on the job, getting the desired results by and large. "Your anniversary present will be delivered at 10 p.m. Love, Shireen," the note inside read. With a couple of hours to go till the time given, I tried to call home a number of times but got no response. I figured she was deliberately keeping me in suspense and wondered what my wife was up to. Time slowed down to a crawl, but finally 10 p.m. rolled by. A knock on my door indicated that my gift had arrived. A very pretty redhead, wearing a long coat, introduced herself as Kerri and asked me if she could come in and deliver my present. I figured that Shireen had sent a strip-o-gram to perk me up. Seating herself on the bed, she put and wrapped box with a ribbon around on the table indicating that I should open it. I found a cassette recorder inside and pressed the play button. "Jaani, happy anniversary," Shireen's voice came across, "you will be missing me, but I am sure you can enjoy a present from my side." "Remember our last anniversary," she continued, "this is my way to return the compliment." "Tonight, with my blessing, enjoy the beautiful lady, who delivered this tape, in any manner you want," she clarified, "and I want to hear details of how you made love to her!" Shireen had blown my mind and I had the realization that she had planned this event for a while, turning things around in her sexual awakening, but also taking us to the next step. I had been open about getting her to sleep with another man, now she wanted to let me enjoy variety in life too. Kerri had allowed her coat to slip, displaying a well toned body. She was a few inches taller than Shireen and the killer heels brought her up to my height. She did not have much on underneath, just frilly and lacy panties, bra and stockings. Her blonde hair was cropped short and I was quite taken in by the unisex look. "I know I do not measure up to your wife," Kerri said, "but I hope you do see something you like," moving right up next to me and slowly rubbing my crotch. I was already aroused by the scenario and she soon felt that I had grown significantly. Unzipping my pants she drew out my penis and, going to her knees, put her mouth around it. I had never had such a blowjob before; Shireen was becoming good at sucking cock, but Kerri was a definite expert. She sucked, licked and tickled me to a massive orgasm, then realizing I was still fully dressed and that a large amount had landed on my trousers. "Let me fix that," Kerri suggested, licking the sperm off the garment and suggestively rubbing her tongue over her lips afterwards. Our clothes were soon fully off and shortly thereafter my prick was embedded in her pussy. Kerri was less taut than Shireen, which was not a surprise, but she made up for this with an ability to contract her muscles at will, squeezing my cock every so often. After a while, I could not hold back any longer and let a torrent of sperm into the condom she had placed on my prick. I withdrew and lay back to recover from the workout, thanking Shireen for her gift. "She did say you were good in bed," Kerri remarked, "and I must say I enjoyed that." "I bet you say that to everyone you go to bed with," I ventured. Her face turned red and she looked hurt. "You think I am an escort or hooker!" "I am sorry," I responded, feeling confused, "I don't really know anything about you, other than you are here as an anniversary present from my wife." "Maybe this will help you figure out who I am," she ventured, tossing a tape cassette over to me. I was most intrigued and thankfully the front desk was able to provide a VCR within a few minutes. The tape was inserted and shortly I had a view of Shireen sitting on a bed I did not recognize. A clock behind her showed the time to be around 1 p.m., which explained the sunlight that could be seen through the windows to one side. "Hi Jaan, I expect you have enjoyed Kerri's company," she said, "and are probably wondering what is going on." "A few weeks back, I heard from Hernan, who you may recall joined us on our anniversary last year." Hernan appeared next to her on the bed and mouthed me a silent hello. I was greatly surprised to see him. "He has set up a business in the states and lives just a few hours drive from us." "Hernan reminded me that we were close to another anniversary and we got talking about what to do," Shireen continued, "in fact he suggested the plan that is now being played out." "My good man," Hernan spoke up, "it was really great luck to meet Shireen again and I hope you will enjoy the program that you will see and experience." I had almost put him out of mind, after the very nice anniversary the last year. It was a bit uncomfortable to be seeing him again and really close to my wife. Hernan put his arms around Shireen and they began to kiss deeply. She spun around, so that his hands came across her breasts. His fingers engaged in removing the kameez she was wearing, bringing the zipper all the way down her back and lifting the shirt over her head. He had probably requested she wear traditional clothes. Within moments she had also lost her bra and bent down as if to untie shoe laces. Hernan brought her rear closer and dropped his hands to undo her shalwar. This garment was around her ankles in a jiffy, along with the panties she had worn. She now stood up with her back against him, turning towards the camera, giving me a good view of her nude body, over which she was allowing Hernan's hands to explore her breasts, pussy and elsewhere. "Wow, my dear," a female voice came over, "you do look sensational in and out of your clothes, I wonder if I can get a dress like that too." I could not see the person, though her voice sounded vaguely familiar. Shireen twisted back around to face Hernan and their mouths met again. She undid his shirt and belt and soon had him sans clothing. His dick was erect as could be and her hand moved up and down the shaft as their mouths remained in close contact. Hernan finally lay down on the bed and Shireen mounted him, allowing the camera to focus on her breasts. As his cock entered her, she let out an audible sigh. She began to move up and down his prick as Hernan played with her boobs, pulled her down to kiss her, and ran his fingers through her hair. Before long she began to increase her pace. A loud moan indicated that she had achieved a most worthy orgasm. Hernan also grunted and it was evident that he had also shot his load. The camera focused in on Shireen's face and she looked up, winked and mouthed, "Jaan, I hope you are enjoying this as much as I am." Hernan had moved himself against the head board and she seated herself in front of him, allowing him to finger her pussy and knead her breasts as she explained things. "Hernan suggested that since you were going to be out of town, he could help us both in making our anniversary a most memorable occasion," Shireen continued. "As you can see, one part of the plan has involved a second opportunity for Hernan to make love to me," she giggled, "but not to keep you alone, his girlfriend Kerri is making sure you are well taken care of." "In fact, as soon as she finishes taping this performance," Shireen explained, "Kerri will be driving over to deliver this to you and be your gift for tonight." Then both Shireen and Hernan chimed in with "Happy Anniversary." I was both in shock and pleasantly aroused at Shireen's program. Kerri had wrapped herself around me and it was most appropriate for me to apologize at mistaking her for a call girl. The video stopped for a bit and then restarted. I noted that the clock was now indicating 3:00 p.m. It made sense that they needed some time to recover. The tape continued to roll and my wife was soon involved in a steamy 69 with her lover. This time she actually swallowed down his cum, perhaps caught up in the eroticism of the moment. Hernan also brought her to a satisfying climax. The tape went blank again. Kerri's fingers had worked my cock back to life and she asked if I would like another go or wanted to see the rest of the tape. "Or maybe you would like to do what they are up to next," she suggested. I was most surprised to see Shireen on all fours, sideways to the camera, when the picture resumed, with the clock now showing almost 5:15 p.m. Hernan was holding a tube of cream and his fingers were deeply lubricating her back side. As I wondered if she was actually going to allow him to have anal sex, she let her shoulders and arms slump to the bed, elevating her rear. Sure enough, Hernan placed his thick and long member behind her ass and inserted the tip. Shireen screamed in pain as she took a larger dick than she had been used to into her ass. "No Hernan," she implored, "it hurts too much!" Hernan, however, kept pushing hard, as she fought to pull away, tears streaming down her face, and soon his entire rod was jammed up her, unmindful of her pleadings. I felt a tug on my cock and saw that Kerri had assumed the same face down and butt up position. A tube of KY jelly was placed on her back. Within a tick, I had greased us up and sent my shaft up her butt. I could sense that Kerri was no ass virgin and she readily let me get in as far as I could. I began to keep pace with Hernan's strokes in the video. Shireen was starting to enjoy the pleasure couched within the pain. Kerri also began to moan in appreciation as I pumped away. Hernan reached his climax and emptied himself into Shireen, both collapsing onto the bed. Soon after, I reached nirvana also and lay on top of Kerri for a while. The tape rolled on and it seemed like an eternity before Hernan's dick decreased enough in size for him to withdraw from her. As he did so, he winked at the camera and gave me an A-okay sign. Shireen struggled up, a sly smile on her face. She turned over and blew me a kiss. "I hope you enjoyed this treat and your evening with Kerri," she chirped, "it is almost 6 p.m. now and I have to let her head out in your direction with this tape." Kerri finally entered the frame, fully dressed as when I had let her in, waved a quick hello to the camera and gave Hernan a deep good bye kiss. "Enjoy your treat, my good man, Kerri is a terrific fuck," Hernan remarked, "I imagine Shireen is enjoying her anniversary as well as she can without you; I sure am feeling like a winner." I felt a tug at my heart aware that he was probably right, Kerri had been around the block but Shireen was relatively pristine. "And I hope you do not mind if I stay here tonight with Hernan," Shireen concluded the taping, "he says he wants to fuck me a hundred ways to heaven and back!" ------------------------------------------------- V -- Shireen Attends a Super Bowl Party While Hernan certainly did not have the opportunity to fuck Shireen a hundred ways as promised during the two days she was with him, the fact is that for the first time ever in her life she had spent a very considerable amount of time in someone else's arms and bed. That he had made love to her repeatedly, and in most passionate fashions, was not a point to be disputed. Sure she had surprised me quite a bit, arranging for Kerri to fuck me, but somehow things grated in my mind at the development over the last anniversary. Worst of all, she refused to give me any details on her tryst other than what I had seen on the tape. Of course, I ran all sorts of scenarios through my mind, but could not be sure if she had been seeing Hernan much more than was obvious to me. I could not believe I was getting heated up about her screwing him, given that I had pointed her in that direction in the first place. Yet at the same time, I could not but help feel elated that I had elevated her sexuality to such a degree. Interestingly, Shireen never mentioned Hernan or Kerri and our life outwardly continued as if we had fucked those persons in our dreams. I was wondering, however, what may come next, given that the bar had been raised very significantly. The answer came to me and for a most unexpected event. I was very surprised to get a call from Kerri, while at the office. She wanted to invite us to a Super Bowl party, an occasion that was in the vicinity of our anniversary. She asked for my email address and soon after an invitation to the party was lodged in the inbox. Kerri's attached note indicated that costumes would be provided and that all we needed to bring were ourselves and no inhibitions. Neither of us followed the sport or knew the teams playing the biggest game of the year, but having never been to such a party were keen to go. The idea of costumes was intriguing, and since we did not have to bear the expense of outfitting ourselves, it seemed cost effective too. When we arrived at the party site, which looked like a converted warehouse, Shireen and I were sent to different rooms to kit up. I was surprised to see all kinds of football gear and wondered what to do. One of the dozen or so guys in the room suggested I pick a team kit and he would help me put it on. I selected a kit with stripes on it. The other guys snickered as I was fitted into a Cincinnati Bengals uniform, not knowing that the team had been close to dead last in the league for many years. Once everyone was ready, we were asked to move into a large room with a number of large TVs. I could see that there were about fifteen guys all wearing different coloured uniforms. Shireen's Story The door across the room opened and more than a dozen females walked in, dressed in NFL cheerleader kits, but wearing heels instead of sports shoes. I noted that Shireen had chosen her national colours of Green and White, and found out that this represented the Philadelphia Eagles. Her wheatish skin and near perfect figure was even more appreciable in the scanty clothing and the attractive colour. Quite a few guys seemed to be interested in finding out who she was. The other girls were also dressed in revealing cheerleader kits and while there were a few babes around, the rest were acceptable or moderately cute. Shireen seemed to be a goddess within a group of ladies in waiting. The exception was Kerri who apparently had been an actual cheerleader and could dress up very provocatively to express her sexuality. Kerri walked up to the middle of the room, dressed in NY Giants colours, and announced that we were to pair up according to our dress picks. As the game was just about to start, each couple was shown to an oversized armchair. The only way for both to fit was for the guy to sit in the chair and the lady, wearing the same team's outfit, to place herself across his lap. Kerri had deliberately withheld information on how to dress to encourage cross fertilization. As people began to take their seats, I noted a guy in Green and White display an ear to ear grin as Shireen followed the crowd's lead and reluctantly sat in his lap. An average looking blonde, called Jill, jumped into mine claiming that she was from Ohio and loved the Bengals! Kerri advised everyone that this was just the start of the proceedings and that after the first quarter, there would be changes made. Not so surprisingly, Hernan was also in a Giants kit and she was soon in his lap. Shireen clearly looked uncomfortable, but given the size of the crowd was unlikely to make a scene. The game started and I soon realized that a 15 minute quarter was eternally longer according to the way this game was played. As Jill cuddled into me, I noted that Shireen had turned red as she was being felt up by her partner, whose hands remained almost permanently on her thighs. Thankfully the quarter ended, with one team up by a touchdown. Jill passed pieces of blue paper to the guys, asking them to vote for their favourite team as represented by the girls at the party. The girls were given red paper and asked to do the same for the guys. Having collected the ballots back, she made some calculations and announced the results. "Pittsburgh, Oakland, Giants, Bengals," she read out ten team names, "you stay on; the rest can retire to the next room." Five of the guys, looking not too happy, exited and went out. "Miami, Giants, Denver, Eagles," she read off the ladies roster, and five of them also went next door. Both Shireen and I were in the room, while Jill had exited the group. Shireen's Eagle team mate was also still around. "Please couple up if you have a team partner, otherwise please be single for the quarter," Kerri told those left. Shireen looked over at me with a "oh well" expression and plopped into her partner's lap again. His smile got even wider as Kerri announced that as a reward for making it to the playoff round, those who still had partners could remove an item of clothing from their lady halves, while those without partners had to remove two. Shireen appeared horrified but had to accept being subjected to the removal of her top. Seven couples were around and soon a number of the ladies were sans panties, skirts or tops, depending on the preferences of their partners. Shireen appeared frozen through the second quarter as the guy had unfettered access to her legs and was able to rub her breasts as well. Those who had lost their panties were getting soundly fingered. The singles group of three guys and three ladies just sat and watched the game and the other seven couples. It was exceedingly difficult for me to focus on the game as the fellow kept sticking his palms down Shireen's bra and tweaking her nipples. As the half time festivities played, Kerri passed more ballots around and culled the group by another three guys and three ladies. I was hoping the Eagles guy was history, but that was not to be. And adding to my concern, Shireen was called in the remaining seven, as was I. As the third quarter started, the four guys still with a partner got to remove another piece of clothing. The son of a bitch was going for her panties in a flash, but a rather venomous look from Shireen made him decide it would be better removing her skirt. The other ladies were soon also without much of their clothing. Although Shireen was in bra and panties, the guy managed to insinuate his fingers so that he was rubbing her vagina as the rest followed the rather close game. For the forty or so minutes, it was a rare moment that he was not in the honey pot. Although reluctant to be in such close proximity to the fellow, Shireen was surprisingly clinging closer to him, as he was giving her orgasm after orgasm through the dexterous use of his hands. The second or third was pretty intense and she let out a very audible moan for all to hear and appreciate. Kerri, who was now alone, as Hernan had been relegated out, explained changes for quarter four. First all the folks who had been knocked out earlier were brought back. Second she took the guys aside and told them they could bid on any or all of the ladies left, with a bid price limit, which was still quite a bit. The high bidder would be able to enjoy the full benefits of the lady he had won, immediately following the game. That got some pulses going pretty strong and many folks began to plan how they would bid. She then collected the ladies and told them something that I could not pick out. However, it did appear that she was exhorting them to get as high a bid as possible, with the proviso that the ladies themselves would keep a significant portion of the bid amount. Each guy was given a piece of paper to put down up to five bids on the various participants. The ladies all lined up, and most acted coy or sexy to catch the attention of the guys. Quite a few were now completely naked, having taken two garments off each quarter, after losing their partners earlier on. Shireen seemed to be in synch with the goings on, but was not particularly into the part relating to advertising herself. The guys got busy and before long Kerri, now wearing only her heels and skirt with no panties, had all the bids in her hands. "Folks, we have some interesting results," Kerri announced after a while, "there are two big winners." "Thank you to Ed, Will, Henri and Akbar for pledging a handsome amount, which is at the limit for me," Kerri giggled. I wondered from where my name had been added and saw a very surprised, and perhaps hurt, look on Shireen's face. I had actually bid on her, but not the limit amount. "And would you believe the limit bid from John, Roger, Max, Julio, Norm, Hernan and Perry on our overall winner, SHIREEN!" She read out a few other results, with virtually every female getting at least one winning bid, given that most of the guys had made at least two choices. Everyone was amazed by the massive interest from half the guys in Shireen, perhaps because she was the most exotic of the participants. Shireen came around to my side and whispered, "Ab mujh ko kya karna hai? (What am I supposed to do next?)" Kerri clarified that for all present. "Folks, since there are multiple interests in a number of the participants, the joint winners will draw straws to determine the order of approach." Shireen, on learning that she was expected to be, and likely have sex, with a large number of guys, was rightly horrified. However, standing within the group, with her panties visibly wet, she was unable to come up with any excuse to escape the predicament. Kerri advised the seven winners that each would get a maximum of 30 minutes with Shireen for any sexual activity that would be mutually agreed upon. There would be a further 30 minutes for Shireen to freshen herself in between. The same sort of schedule would apply to Kerri, but with each person getting a full hour with her, given her smaller number of interests. All others were advised that they could schedule things as they wanted. Kerri took Shireen by the hand and led her out and to a bedroom somewhere. I noted Norm's phone beep shortly afterwards and he took off in the same direction on seeing the message. He would be the first to fuck Shireen that night, but not the last. Kerri appeared, as if out of nowhere and pulled me along. "Honey, you are my first for tonight," she let me know, "do you want to see what Shireen is up to?" Though I was not exactly in agreement with what had transpired, I nodded my assent. We entered a room and she went across to the other end to open up curtains that were covering a window. On the other side, I could see Norm siding up to Shireen and trying to charm her out of the few clothes that she still had on. "It's a one way mirror," Kerri explained, "They have no clue we are watching." "In fact, that is the central room, and all around there are others, like this one, from where the rest of the group can enjoy the action also," she continued. I could visualize other couples or groups drawing curtains and seeing my wife take it all from a bunch of horny guys. "Since you are close to another anniversary we were hoping that you two would be a big hit at our event," Kerri explained things, "and from what actually happened Shireen did make a big impact as most of the guys have never been with a South Asian female before." "Are you telling me you rigged the results?" "Not much for Shireen, in fact there were nine persons who had picked her with high bids," she confessed, "but I changed things a bit to get my hands on you all the same!" Sensing that Shireen was a bit uncertain, Norm had simply laid her on the bed, removing her panties but not the bra. Discarding his Raiders outfit, and putting on a condom, he entered her slowly. She was jerked into reality but did not resist as he began to pump in and out. "Honey, are you going to take me or not?" Kerri was at my side, buck naked and ready to be fucked. I was, however, engrossed in the action on the bed and soon Norm finished his work. Clearly it was not a great fuck, but he had been the first with the choicest person in the group and considered that reward enough. In the few minutes left, before the alarm Kerri had set went off, he tried to kiss her and have a conversation. He was not particularly successful at either. Just before his time expired, he collected his stuff, thanked her, and left. Kerri pushed me on to the bed, climbed on top and stuffed my cock into her exceedingly wet cunt. While having mixed feelings about what I had just seen, I still had a sizable stiffy and soon she was thrashing about. I shot my load into her, not realizing that I had no condom on. She assured me that things were fine as she was on the pill and I hoped that indeed was the matter. "Cheerio's, Honey," Kerri whispered in my ear, "enjoy the rest of the show from this room." "And by the way, Jill is going to come by in a while," she added, heading out the door. Julio arrived and Shireen had re-dressed herself in the bra and panties. "You are the most beautiful girl I have ever seen," he whispered into her ear, striking a chord. His arms encircled her and he began to move as if dancing with her. Slowly his mouth found hers and their tongues intertwined. Julio continued kissing her and concurrently managed to dispose of the two slight garments on her. As their bodies came together, it was clear that she was getting turned on and responding to his touch. Julio screwed her with a varying rhythm and both came simultaneously. He had definitely received his money's worth and she had apparently enjoyed the attention. It was tough to wait out the half hour to the next person. Surprisingly Hernan and Perry walked in together. Shireen seemed unsure of what was to come, but Hernan suggested a threesome. She had put on a bathrobe after her last fuck, and Perry had taken no time in sliding it off her body. Hernan asked her to get on all fours and face him. Perry went behind and began to grease her back side. Hernan had his hands in her hair and was lovingly caressing her and comforting her to go with the flow of things. As the tension in her body subsided, Perry buried his cock in her behind. At the same time, Hernan pushed his dick into her mouth. Shireen had not had this treatment before, but caught the hang of it quite soon. Perry reached his climax and bucked a few times, ensuring that every drop of semen ended up in her rear. Hernan's ejaculate went down her throat, just as when she had sucked him while I was on my business trip. I expected the guys to leave, when Hernan told her that they actually had pooled time and still had a full hour together between them to enjoy her company. Suggesting that she had her half hour to recuperate, Hernan asked her to sit in a rubber kid's pool he pulled out from under the bed. Perplexed, she did so and he began pouring champagne over her breasts and body, letting it run down into the pool. Placing his mouth at her cunt, he licked the liquid off. After Hernan had a few minutes, Perry placed his mouth over her pussy as another bottle was emptied over her body. Hernan put some into a glass and holding her head back, poured it slowly down her throat, the first time I imagined she had tasted alcohol. I wondered how she handled the cold liquid on her body and in her mouth but figured the atmosphere was quite heated and charged. In fact, within the course of thirty minutes, she had taken five or six glasses of champagne and was definitely looking a bit light headed. Hernan and Perry stood her up in the pool and dried her by either licking off liquid from her body or using a couple of small hand towels. Perry took a seat at one side of the bed as Hernan lay down and had Shireen come atop him, still dripping somewhat from the champagne treatment. As she moved up and down Hernan's prick, Perry was busy jacking off, there being no question of him entering her cunt or mouth not having washed after having anally taken her. Close to his orgasm, Perry stood up next to Shireen and let go over her breasts. While she did not look too happy about this act, Perry was not stopped as he rubbed the sperm onto her breasts and torso. Noting that she was quite involved with fucking Hernan, he brought his mouth to hers and absent-mindedly Shireen accepted a long and deep kiss from him. Hernan took a long time coming and the passion with which she fucked him seriously increased my level of jealousy and anxiety. I truly felt I had to do something about this Hernan guy because she took a good ten minutes sensually kissing him before disengaging, even after both of them were spent. By and by Perry and Hernan left and Shireen cleaned off in the bathroom. Half an hour later, she was joined by the guy wearing the Eagles uniform. There was no chance of any passion in her performance and Max, who had been holding his cock off from exploding due to his proximity to her throughout the game, was finished within moments of entering her pussy as she lay back in a bored and disassociated state. I figured she had served him right for being a prick earlier. He did not wait around and was out in no more than ten minutes. I felt a hand around my cock. "I know there is no way I match up to her," Jill was rubbing my manhood, "but I would love to go to bed with you." Her lips were around me and soon I was back to full steam. Jill was surprisingly good at blow jobs and I re-assessed my earlier opinion of her being relatively dumpy and uninteresting. In fact no one bothered us as we fucked a couple of times and took a much needed nap, while Shireen continued through her admirers. Much later, done with the enjoyable coupling with Jill, I ventured over to the window again. Shireen was lying on the bed naked, apparently unconscious, having fucked quite a few persons and likely having completed her quota of bidders. Surprisingly, a large dark skinned guy I had not seen earlier, and not wearing NFL clothing, entered the room and flipped her on to her stomach. He placed a couple of pillows under her torso, elevating her back. Quickly dropping his trousers, he put a condom on the largest cock I had ever seen. As I wondered if he was going to anally violate her, mercifully he decided on a doggy style approach to her pussy. Shireen was in a vegetative state as, standing by the bed, he pulled her rear towards himself and began to penetrate her. Her eyes came open and a state of shock registered on her face as he thrust the extremely large object into her vagina. "No, please remove it," she screamed, "I cannot take it all." Maybe he was a humanist, or perhaps could not push in any further, and stopped with a significant part of his dick still outside her cunt. Though her pussy had lost any elasticity with all the fucking that had already happened, the weapon he had was simply too massive. But that was as far as the reprieve he would give her, and began to pump in and out, seeming to rip her completely apart. Shireen cried out with every stroke and a stream of tears fell to the bed. I decided that was enough and was nearly out the door when he gave a loud grunt and appeared to release his load for a very long time. As he withdrew, I noted the condom was seriously heavy at one end. Shireen was now in a full faint. He tried to get her awake again by sucking on her breasts, fingering her ass and kissing her mouth, but she was too far gone. Still figuring he could have another go, he picked up a bottle of cream from the side table and began greasing her ass. I started to pound on the mirror with gusto and he realized that he had been discovered. Figuring things were over he picked up his clothes and departed just as Kerri rushed into my room. "Who was that?" I demanded. "Who was who?" Kerri asked. "That big, dark guy who just fucked my wife, that's who?" "He was not supposed to be here, that is the caretaker for this place," she told me, "oh dear, he probably decided to help himself without an invite." I wanted to kill the guy, but figured that there was nothing I could pin on him since Shireen had earlier been taken by numerous persons. Secondly, he was a lot larger than I was and a head on confrontation could have turned out badly. Finally, there was no way for him to un-fuck Shireen, so it was better letting things be. I was never a coward but smart sense dictated that nothing be done. Later on, I found out that he had dipped his wick into two or three of the other ladies, most with their express encouragement. He had actually been looking for another person, who had indicated she wanted him, and had walked into Shireen's room by mistake. Still what he had done to my wife was not called for and certainly within the realm of involuntary sex. It was nearly dawn when the group came together again, all cleaned, dressed up and ready to leave. Shireen walked unsteadily and had to be assisted every step. Kerri had rushed to her aid direct from my room and had helped her shower, get clothed and regain some of her orientation. Despite the obvious exhaustion on her face, and relatively dishevelled state of dress and make up, she looked lovelier than ever. Kerri handed each lady an envelope as they left the party. When it was our turn to exit, Kerri held her back for a bit, finally giving her the thickest packet. She looked inside, gave Kerri and peck and headed towards our car slowly and carefully taking a step at a time and staying up. I was certain she was aching mightily, but was putting on a brave face anyway.