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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 k**dingly 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.

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!

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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.

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 k**'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 u*********s, 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.

As we drove off, Shireen took out the wad of money, which apparently was her share of the bid funds. Giving me a stare that almost dripped blood, she flung the lot in my face.

"Aaj kitney saray logon ney paisay dey ke meri choot lee or meray saath har kisam ka kaam kiya hai; tumhein is cheez ka koi ehsaas nahin huwa? (Tonight so many persons fucked me after paying for the opportunity and did many other things also; did you not even have any feelings about that?)"

I recalled there were seven identified bids, but figured that while I was with Jill, some of the other guys had chanced it and fucked her also without going through the process of qualification. I also knew that she had been sort of ****d by the care taker. She was probably disoriented while having virtually non-stop sex and had thankfully lost count, but had pieced things together later as she cleaned up to go home.

"Akhri wala toh bilkul janwar thaa, uss neh to meray tukray hee kar denay thay! (The last one was a total a****l, he seemed determined to rip me into pieces!)" I vividly remembered the dark man and his evil sized tool pounding her already sore pussy. I was at a loss for words, but gave her a look of sympathy that seemed to further anger her.

"Akbar, are you happy now? Finally you have managed to turn me into a whore!" she screamed, and her words certainly were barbed and painful to hear.

As sob after sob escaped her mouth, I wondered whether the sexual awakening I had led her to was indeed what was best for us. I had enjoyed her growing sense of arousal, but lately jealousy had come to gnaw at my innards too. It was time to return to a more sedentary and normal life, or so I thought.

Wiping off her tears with a tissue, she seemed to have discovered a new resolve, announcing to me, "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!"

I knew that henceforth I would have to earn her favours in competition with any lovers she may have had so far or would select in future. I knew I loved her more than ever; after all she had acceded to my wishes to a very high level while gaining a sexual awakening of serious magnitude. I had pushed things over the edge and it was nigh time to correct things. Certainly the road ahead would be rocky and testing, but I had to atone for what I had put her through. The first day of the rest of our sexual life was beginning just then!