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 CULMINATION I

   Varsha

   FF MF FFF MFF TOY PREG

   [DISCLAIMER: This is a work of fiction and suitable only for adults
above 21 years.  Any resemblance in name or incident will purely be
accidental]
The realization that to be a woman with more than average beauty could
be a big curse dawned upon me quite late and until I was pushed into a life
of depravity.  But having come out of it providentially, when I look back,
the feeling of remorse has given way to a benign consolation that the worst
is already over.  Actually, till I was married at the age of 20, I never
regarded myself as beautiful although others had begun taking notice of the
same quite early.  Ammi (my mom) had given me several long sermons soon
after I began menstruating at the age of about 11 years.  The central point
of them used to be that I should never allow boys and men - even old men -
getting intimate to me physically as most of them would only be interested
in putting their man-thing into the slit between my thighs, wherefrom I
menstruated, which could result in making me pregnant even before marriage.
I realized much later why she had slapped me when during one of such
womanly talk I expressed my understanding of the matter by observing "Oh,
so this is how you got me and little Annie...from Dad or Shammi uncle..."
(I had seen her a few times fully naked with Dad and a couple of times with
Shammi Uncle - a family friend - in the closed bedroom, them pumping their
man-thing into her thighs.) But soon after slapping me she had realized her
mistake and wailed, "Oh my God, I forgot my little girl is so
innocent...forgive me, darling...  why until only a few years ago you used
to be at my breasts." Ammi used to dry-nurse me up to the age of eight
years.  I had started wearing bra at the age of 13 years and by my 18th
birthday my bust was only one size and cup short of Ammi's then at 38 and

mother of two.

   At school, Miss Agnes, the Mathematics teacher and Miss Grewal, the
Physical Training teacher had a special kind of appreciation for me and
they left no opportunity to pat and touch and press me `accidentally' at
odd places.  When alone, they would shower special affection on me by
hugging and kissing and would separate from me with strange expressions on
their faces.  But things never went beyond that stage until the last day at
the school when at the pretext of a private farewell party at Miss Agnes'
place they seduced me and gave me the first taste of lesbian love.  Miss
Agnes had bought a dress for me as the parting gift from her & Miss Grewal
and at the pretext of my trying it there itself they undressed me.  Then
one thing led to the other and soon we three were having a romp.  Both of
them were about ten years senior to me in age but had well developed
bodies. Their large firm and up-thrust breasts with big areolas appeared
larger than my mother's.  That day I also experienced the first orgasm of
my life.  I was astonished at my shamelessness or was it the art of the two
experienced lesbians, or partly both?  I could not muster the courage of
informing Ammi about it fearing that it would upset her a lot.

   When I was 19 I lost my father; he had become alcoholic and had damaged
his liver.  Fortunately, I soon got a job as a clerk in a private bank. 
The next year, at my mother's insistence, I was married to Suhail who was 9
years older than me.  He was in the family business of printing along with
his two elder brothers.  My mother did not make a secret of her keen desire
to get me married early, "Both of us are in need of support - not so much
financially as socially and emotionally.  Suhail may not be the best man
for you but he is well settled in business and will be able to provide you
well "in other respects too", she had stared into my eyes, "I hope you
understand...also I must re-marry...  it is Shammi.  He had sired Annie but
might not wait for me too long.  Well, darling, you will appreciate I have
to look after myself and Annie...She is not even seven...  and I am
pregnant again...at 43.  I am not earning and have only whatever your
father has left, which is not much.  Our situation means that now onwards
both of us will have to be on our own and in spite of being mother and
daughter we may not be able to see and help each other much.  You are grown
up now.  Learn to be patient and accommodating." She cried on my shoulder
and extracted my consent.  I took two months leave from the bank for
marriage that I extended by another month later on.

   Suhail turned out to be an over-sexed man; he did not also keep good
company either.  I soon learnt that he had several bad habits, including a
nasty temper and a lascivious attitude.  He had several female `friends'.
From the talks and mannerisms of some of them whom I met in social
gatherings I could know that they were women of easy virtue.  On the
wedding night itself Suhail took my virginity roughly in an inebriated
condition; later he did not even remember what all he did to me then.  Sex
had become a regular ritual.  It was a miracle that I did not become
pregnant in the very first month.  But his performance in the bed was real
good.  He had a tremendous stamina.  He also knew how to please a woman. 
Almost every time our union was crowned with my experiencing orgasm,
sometimes twice.  Soon I was hooked on the pleasure of sex and began
looking forward to it.  Suhail initiated me into oral and anal sex and
indulged in a lot of experimentation.  He also made me use filthy
expressions during the sex act and in our private conversation.  This gave
him much pleasure and excitement.  At his insistence, I also began drinking
and smoking and soon my scruples in these respects were washed away,
especially as, in the absence of an elderly person, the other women in the
family were doing the same.  I soon got filled up at right places and
gained weight.  I began appreciating my own voluptuousness and womanhood.

   My two sisters-in-law (Tara and Muskan - wives of Suhail's elder
brothers) initially did not show much interest in me.  But they did observe
me keenly and exchanged knowing glances with each other especially when we
met in the morning.  They were six to eight years senior to me in age. 
Their ultra-frankness often embarrassed me.  Once Tara once tipped me,
"Washing vagina with alum water takes care of simple infection, if you
don't know, and keeping a piece of it in the vagina for a few hours makes
it tight and gives a great feeling when you have sex next time." And at
another time, "The hot water bottle is there on the top shelf of the
almirah in the verandah...  in case you need it if you get sore there..."
Similarly, after about two months of marriage, Muskan once remarked,
"Savera, your bust has clearly increased by a size; go for a new set of
bra. Don't constrict your skin too much; otherwise these youthful charms
would lose shape in no time", she brazenly pressed my left breast as Tara
watched amused.  Their female neighbours and friends came frequently to the
house and quite often they openly talked about their sexual experiences
with lewd colloquial expressions typically used by lowly men.  They often
talked about their exploits with teenage boys and gigolos, a fashion among
the women of well off families.  Two of them who were physically strong and
were bisexual, enjoyed narrating instances of how they took revenge from
the male chauvinists by `punishing' young boys by forcibly stopping them in
the process of ejaculation or by clutching them hard in embrace till they
cried for mercy for breathing or insulting them if they failed to perform
soon after the ejaculation.  They took pleasure in watching the reaction of
their bawdy talks and behaviour on me, especially when they bared their
private body parts to make a point, and seemed to enjoy teasing me like
that.  Sometimes they obtained blue films and insisted that I should also
watch with them, especially as I was to organize refreshments in between
the sessions.  Tara has had a daughter who had died in infancy only months
before my marriage.  She still had milk in her breasts which she openly
used to hand express into the wash basin to relieve pressure when men were
not in the house; she sometimes breast-fed the baby of a neighbour, who
visited us regularly, as they had been in a cross-nursing relationship
earlier.  Once a week, a teacher in the local vernacular school, called
Ustani, would also visit our house and spend considerable time with Muskan.
She was in early forties and looked very reserved and pious until I learnt
more about her.  She sometimes came with younger women and girls Muskan was
bi-sexual and Ustani and her occasional female guests satisfied that aspect
of her need..  But both Tara and Muskan appreciated my house-keeping
particularly as it gave them respite from the drudgery of minding household
work.



   Suhail was very suspicious of my background and often mentioned that he
did not believe that I was a virgin at the time of marriage.  "How can men
folk leave a beautiful woman like you virgin and how you can get such a
voluptuous body without having frequent sex?" he would say sometimes
roughing up my breasts, "I have seen the world and I know that both men and
women like to do sex with several partners.  So tell me yourself; otherwise
I will be very angry if I learn about it later." In the beginning I used to
brush aside such remarks as expression of his perverted possessiveness, bad
mood or teasing, but soon I learnt that he quite meant what he said.  Once
I reacted by asking, "And what about you?  How many women have you known?
You seem to have a lot of experience with women...  and also men perhaps."
That day he had hit me for the first time though later on made it up by
having fierce sex with me while expressing his helplessness in thinking so,
"Tara or Muskan must have talked to you in this regard.  Well, I don't
care. Yes, I have had several women before you and would continue my
relations with them.  They have given me care and sex.  What is wrong if
two consenting adults go all the way to enjoy their relationship without
doing any harm to anyone else?" He was drunk at that time, "It is happening
all over the world since time immemorial and many persons whom we revere
have been doing it; only we don't know about their escapades." "Then why
are you so jealous about me?" I had retorted.  "Jealous, me?" he laughed,
"I would even encourage you to go with other men...or women if you so
like...  but only in my full knowledge." My God, what was he talking?  I
became nervous and started crying, "Did you marry me for this?" "Stop
shedding crocodile tears, cunt" he became rough, "if you did it earlier you
already know how wonderful it is - but only when you have no remorse; and
if you didn't, you would be a fool if you miss the opportunity now. 
Imagine...  dicks of different sizes, men with different capacities and
techniques...  and if you like women too..." "Please stop...Do women in
this family have to put up with all this?" I was getting angry.  "What is
there in it?  Tara and Muskan know how to enjoy life.  Hardly a day passes
when they don't watch a blue film or attend a private party.  And I have no
hesitation in sharing this with `my wife' that I have done them too many
times.  They adore `him'," he bared his penis that was hardening.  I could
not have believed him but for the frankness with which he was talking in
spite of the liquor having the better of him and the bawdy talks frequently
indulged in by Tara and Muskan with their female friends.

   "And what about your brothers; are they not men enough to keep their
wives satisfied...I mean physically?  And don't they know what their wives
have been doing?" I asked.  "They are acutely money minded, love.  Anything
else comes later to them, but they ply their wives with lots of jewellery
and presents.  Yes, I think, they also know that Tara and Muskan have been
seeing other men and girls, but they don't care.  It is a good working
arrangement with their wives.  Great men they are.  Incidentally, never
cross the path of my sisters-in-law.  They are together in everything and
are cunning as foxes." he said.  Suhail was very keen that I should meet
some of his friends and their families.  I welcomed it as it gave me an
opportunity for outing and to socialize.  All went well with the first few
meetings and I got an impression that they were ordinarily good and modern
people with a zest for life although the mode of greeting each other was
generally a kiss on the mouth and a full hug.  When I mentioned this to
Suhail he laughed it out, "In which world are you living, darling?  This is
a common style nowadays especially amongst friends in the same age group."
I then remembered that Tara and Muskan too greeted their friends (I had
seen their female friends only) in this manner and always with a long
frontal hug.

   But the real turn out came when Suhail told me that Kaisar and Zuber had
invited us on dinner at the week-end.  He had told me that he knew them for
several years and at one stage he was nearer to Kaisar than Zuber.  Suhail
and Zuber were good friends too.  Kaisar had sexual relations with both of
them in their full knowledge and continued relationship with Suhail even
after her marriage.  "She is one of the women I still make love to; our
past has been so open and pleasant," he had told me as we made love one
afternoon lying sideways and he was giving me slow deep thrusts.  "You
would not like it", he stopped his strokes for a while to concentrate, "I
know, but remember until a few months ago you were not on the scene, and
Kaisar does not want to discontinue the relationship.  Actually she had put
it as a condition of her marriage to Zuber who knew all about us and had
himself mentioned his agreement with Kaisar to me.  What a wonderful man he
is.  Because of their attitude both of them have become truly liberated;
they have similar relationship with at least two other couples as far as I
know." He moved over me pushing my legs backwards and thrusting
rhythmically.  "And what do you expect me to do?" I felt hurt and was
somewhat nervous and panting in spite of being relatively inactive.  "I
would like you to observe their behaviour, try to know them better before
you make up your mind about these special friends of mine.  Make love to
them if you like them.  Incidentally, Kaisar also has lesbian tendencies,"
he increased the speed of his strokes.  "Let us see...though I am too
confused to make out whether it is one of your filthy jokes," the onset of
a powerful orgasm surprised me.  "I get the answer" the rogue sealed my
lips with a kiss and continued thrusting.  After a minute or two he
ejaculated inside me.

   The dinner with Kaisar and Zuber had surprises.  They appeared to be an
absolutely normal couple - suave and appropriately frank.  There was no
mention of their `physical intimacy' with Suhail; perhaps they wanted to
play safe.  Unlike ours their house was tastefully decorated with artifacts
and utilitarian furniture.  Kaisar dominated their relationship.  Zuber
appeared somewhat reserved but often interjected conversation with humour.
He was in the business of hearing aids and precision instruments which kept
him heavily pre-occupied.  On the whole, the couple showed much warmth and
soon we were talking as if we knew each other for a long time - actually
only I had to feel so.  The dinner was simple but tasty.  After the dinner,
Suhail and Zuber shifted to the drawing room to smoke and chat and I and
Kaisar shifted to the living room.  She praised my choice of clothes and
jewellery.  It transpired that she had planned shopping the next day and
asked me if I could accompany her as otherwise she would be alone.  I
agreed and we fixed up an open programme beginning the forenoon.

   Shopping with Kaisar the next day was fun.  She insisted on buying me a
dress - quite costly too - to celebrate our new friendship.  We had snacks
in between.  We returned from shopping in the afternoon.  It was peak of
summer time and both of us had donned burqa (covering veil) in which we
sweated profusely.  At her place Kaisar suggested that we should have a
bath and cold drink.  "But I haven't brought any change of clothes," I
said. "Should that be a problem?" she quipped, "Mine should fit you well.
You are not larger than me." "Okay," somewhat hesitatingly I agreed.  I had
thought that we shall take turns in the bathroom, but when she showed me a
large bath tub I became conscious and was reminded of Suhail's observation
that she was bisexual.  But before I could react Kaisar had divested
herself of the long shirt and shalwar and stood before me in her bra and
panties.  "Let me help you take off your shirt; sweat has pasted it to your
body," without waiting for a reply she raised the hem of my shirt and
shoved it above my head and in between gave a jerk to the resistance
offered by my breasts.  As I struggled to clear my head, she undid the
clasp of my bra and slid the straps from the shoulders.  My breasts tumbled
out from the confines of the bra giving me a cool sensation.  Kaisar took
off her panties as well; somewhat hesitatingly I followed suit.  She was
standing very close to me.  I noticed that her breasts were perceptibly
larger than mine with big brown areole and long nipples that were erect
like mine.  "You have a gorgeous body," I said just to break the silence.
"And yours is fascinatingly beautiful," she replied in a quivering voice,
"...and what do you find attractive in my body?" "Everything...  especially
the breasts; they strongly announce your femininity." "Oh..." my reply
seemed to have an impact on her, "and behold these beauties." She suddenly
raised both my breasts upon her palms as if for inspection from close
quarters, "Mine are a bit too large.  You see, they are on heavy duty," she
giggled.  "Oh, does Zuber play much with them?" I was surprised at my
boldness.  "Yes, he does ...and others do too.  Let me be frank with you
now we are opening up to each other.  We, I and Zuber, are also seeing some
others - couples and individuals too...sexually, I mean.  And, as you know,
women's breasts are suckled and manipulated by lovers of both sexes." She
giggled.  "Do your lovers also include Suhail?  Please don't answer if it
is embarrassing to you," I asked in the tone of a news correspondent
although I was curious to the core.  "You bet.  What is there to feel
embarrassed about?  There has been an understanding between us, including
Zuber, that nothing will be concealed from Suhail's spouse - now you.  And
it would be up to her to decide how would she like our future relationship
to be and whether she would also participate in it" she clarified; "I wish
and pray that Suhail would always remain a pleasant common link between
us". She took a step forward and embraced me both her arms going vertically
from under my armpits and pulling my shoulders to her.  This gave maximum
one to one contact to our breasts; I felt her erect nipples poking my
softer breasts that produced an indescribable sensation of pleasure.  We
were spontaneously locked into a long kiss, her tongue invading my mouth
again and again.  As the import of her suggestion and action was sinking in
my mind, she was suddenly reminded of the drink, "Oh, my God, I forgot
about the drink.  Give me a minute and prepare the tub in the meantime,"
she disengaged herself slowly looking curiously into my eyes and rushed out
to the kitchen barefoot and naked; her large hips shook voluptuously.  I
fiddled with the water faucets and filled up the tub and sat inside it.  I
began pondering over my lesbian initiation; the surprising aspect was that
I liked it and felt no regret.  Was I waiting for this all the while? 
Where had this nature of mine been hiding?  Kaisar returned with a tray
with a wine bottle and two glasses and a plate laden with sweet and sour
pieces of fruits.  "Rose Champagne it is...presented to me by a friend
perhaps for such a special occasion," Kaisar said while placing the tray on
the flat sill of the tub.  She uncorked the bottle, filled up the glasses
and handed over one to me, "I know you drink...Suhail has told me about
it...and I am sure you will like this one." As she scaled the tub I noticed
her strong calves and legs - perhaps she had Afghan ancestry; the vaginal
lips were plump and red beneath a lush black thatch that was partially
shaved.  She sat facing me, her legs reaching both sides of my buttocks
from under me, "I hope you are comfy?" she asked.  "Yes, thanks," I
replied. We sat washing and sipping the wine, munching the fruit snacks and
enjoying the coolness of water and the tranquil soft glow of the bathroom.
The undulating water caressed the undersides of our breasts making them
float a bit.  There was not much talk as we enjoyed the taste of the drink.
My thoughts kept on returning to my incredible participation in lesbian
love-making and to this day I am not able to realize what precisely
happened that afternoon that changed my sex-life and the attitude towards
lesbian love.  Both the bath and the drink were finished simultaneously. 
Kaisar asked me to take out the full towels from the closet behind me.  As
I pulled out the towel something fell to the ground.  As I picked it I
realized that it was a dildo - nine inch long and two and a half inches in
diameter with a sac of two balls - only slightly smaller than the tennis
ball - attached to a strap with hidden wires leading to a small battery. 
"I had so far only heard about such things; I am seeing a dildo for the
first time," I said and asked, "on whom do you use it or is it only for
yourself?" Kaisar gave a short laugh, "Well, there are several persons on
whom it has been used, me included.  It was brought by Zuber from a recent
visit of his to Netherlands.  And you will be surprised...  he asked me to
use it on him.  It is one of his kinks to be done like a woman but the only
place men have for it is...  you know where.  I was taken aback when he
insisted that I should do him that way, but I complied.  I have done him
many a time since then, but always on demand - and last time we used it was
in this bathroom.  I also use it on my girl friends and several times on
myself when I am alone and need a release.  This is a sophisticated
multi-purpose gadget...  as I shall tell you later on.  But let us go to
the bedroom first." We quickly finished drying ourselves and walked to the
bedroom.  Instead of giving me clothes to wear Kaisar insisted that we
should lie down under the comforter and continue our girl-talk.  As we
pulled the comforter over our bodies she placed her left arm under my neck
and shoulders so that the right side of my body was snuggled to her.  The
air conditioner made the semi-dark bedroom quite cool to our freshly bathed
bodies making the naked touch of each other under the cover quite pleasant.
"What girl-talk you wanted to have?  Is it about the dildo?" I giggled.  "I
must say that you are a very simple and cute girl.  Okay, the dildo first,
"she stretched out her right arm to fetch it, "its brown colour
approximates that of most male organs.  In all respects its size is any
woman's dream.  It is made up of thick but quite flexible rubber plastic
that has battery connected wires within which five-point choices are there
- each for warmth, stiffness and thickness - after insertion is achieved
(she showed me the three buttons over the battery cover that got lodged on
the right side of the lower back once the strap-on was donned.).  The base
of the `toy penis' is secured atop the vagina.  The two-way self adjusting
clitoris massager, with a little practice, gives much pleasure to both the
doer and the receiver if they are women, that is.  The shaft has in-built
muscles that keep on randomly emerging and subsiding on all sides of the
shaft that seems to provide it life.  The shaft can be separated into two
equal halves by unwinding - just like the cap of a bottle.  The hollow in
the lower portion of the shaft can be filled up with a cup-full of liquid -
water, cream, jelly, milk, etc.  More liquid can be stored in the sac of
balls that gushes out from the glans in warm jets...just as in real life.
This separate button (she indicated) at the battery cover releases it by
opening this small hole at the bottom of the glans that pushes out the
liquid in spurts by a small piston built inside the upper half of the
shaft. Even the warmth of the `semen' and the number & frequency as well as
the force of the jets can be adjusted.  The brochure that came with this
toy informs that women in the West have also used it successfully to inject
fresh semen into their partners for achieving impregnation." Kaisar
giggled, "Is it not a wonderful toy?  I have named this marvel
`Conqueror'." "Indeed, it is a wonderful toy," I was genuinely impressed,
"and what do you fill it with while using it on Zuber?" "He wants only
insertion but once in a while, without his knowledge, I have injected him
with small quantities of cream," she continued giggling.  "I would love to
see you working Conqueror on him," I said.  "You are welcome but let me
know a few days earlier...and it may have to be `participative'.  I hope
you understand," she said looking straight into my eyes.  I blushed
realizing the import of what she said but tried to put up a brave face,
"Would he mind?" "Oh, far from that, especially with the type of body you
have.  Incidentally we have done it with another woman who got thrill out
of it, and there is genuine thrill in it," she said.  "We shall see.  Tell
me, Kaisar, have you ever used it on Suhail too?" I asked.  "Oh, no, he
boasts to be too much of being a macho, which actually he is not, to allow
this;" she replied keeping away the dildo, "and as you might have known by
now he is very rigid on certain matters." "Is this also the reason for your
preferring Zuber for marriage?" I was inquisitive.  "Yes, it was one of the
reasons, and I don't regret it now.  But the main thing was that Suhail was
not prepared for marriage when I wanted it; he wanted it much later. 
Incidentally, Zuber also possesses some special qualities that make him a
very good husband.  He is equally good in bed as Suhail, but he is very
liberal and allows much space to me.  He does not even mind if I make love
to another person while he is present in the house.  Moreover, he has no
close relations to nag and interfere in our life." "You are now married for
over four years.  Haven't you thought of expanding the family?" I asked. 
"Zuber had been busy in establishing the business that also involved
repayment of loans taken for investment.  So we decided to wait for a
while. Incidentally, we are now trying to conceive and Inshallah we would
accomplish it soon.  I am already off the pill." "How nice...  but you say
that you have been seeing some other men as well.  If someone other than
Zuber...you know.  At least Suhail hates using a condom..." "Oh, I avoid
other men during the `fertile' period, but we won't care if someone else's
seed causes impregnation.  I and Zuber have talked it over several times.
We have decided not to ever bother about it.  And we don't have a problem
with Suhail." Her reply surprised me.  "I now understand things much
better. Thanks." I said.  "Will it not be interesting if both of us get
knocked up around the same time?  We can even work for it if you like.  We
can then exchange notes." She giggled, "By the way, I am trying to help out
a girl - Shabnam - into a similar arrangement." "Seems interesting, but how
are you `helping' Shabnam?" I became curious.  "Well, I have been seeing
her for quite some time.  It seems her husband is not much of a man.  She
has been frustrated and they had been trying for a couple of years but in
vain.  Seeing her desperation I suggested using Conqueror on her with
Zuber's fresh semen.  She recently agreed because she is too shy to receive
it directly from him;" Kaisar explained, "we shall be having a session day
after - actually a series of trials - as her fertile period is just
beginning." "Really?  I wish I could be there to see you doing it," I said.
"Well, I will have to ask Shabnam" her eyes suddenly brightened, "I hope
she would not deny if you permit me to refer to you as my `lover' whom I am
keen to introduce to her; Shabnam does with women and I am sure she would
find you very attractive," Kaisar giggled.  "Perhaps you would not be
twisting the fact ...  that I too...," I was excited at the possibility of
experiencing something extraordinary happening in the days to come.  "Oh,
leave that to me.  It is a deal then," Kaisar kissed me inserting her
tongue into my mouth once again, "I shall let you know but be ready to
spend the afternoon here and have lunch with me, rather with `us', the day
after." "Okay, now tell me, how frequently does Suhail make love to you?"
Kaisar asked shifting the conversation to another direction.  "Quite
frequently...I mean regularly.  Hardly a day is missed," I felt my face
getting hot.  "I am not surprised...knowing him...and otherwise also it
often happens in early days of marriage.  And how do you like it, I mean
the way he does it?  I know he has tremendous stamina and endurance and can
start over it again within minutes of getting spent, at least once more,
and without loosing contact," her voice betrayed excitement.  "There used
to be some difficulty in the beginning...you know I was a virgin before
marriage.  There was pain and swelling, followed by infection.  But it is
okay now...indeed, pleasurable especially when he is not drunk," I replied.
"How pleasurable it is?" she asked.  "Well, he has made me habitual ...I
look forward to it ...regularly." Feeling uncontrollably shy at my own
statement I suddenly turned towards her trying to hide my face over her
shoulder into the side of her head; our breasts mashed.  Kaisar held my
body atop her locking her arms.  "Well, it is a great compliment to Suhail
and I know how well he deserves it.  But as you have become used to this
craving, if for some reason he does not do you for a few days, how would
you adjust?  Would you allow another man to take his place?" she asked. 
"Perhaps no other man...at least as I think of it now," I tried to be
cautious.  "And a woman?" she asked in a hoarse and expectant voice.  There
was a silence of a few seconds.  Then bailing out the situation I blurted
out, "May be...may be if it is someone like you." Her reaction to my
statement was electrifying.  She pulled me completely over her binding me
into a tight embrace and began kissing me all over the face.  "I knew
this...I knew this, I liked you from the very beginning - the day I saw you
first.  It could not have been but this..." she was panting with excitement
and labour.  Her nipples acquired erection poking me at different places. I
must confess I was aroused too and began returning her kisses.  Several
minutes passed as we kept doing that way.  Suddenly the telephone rang. 
Cursing under her breath she disengaged herself to receive the call.  "Oh
...Savera?  She is okay.  Yes, we are at home.  Can't you live without her
even for a while, fucker?  Yes, I would love to do her.  I am sure she
would be game for it after some days..." Then she handed me over the
receiver saying "Suhail", and went out of the room.  Suhail was inquisitive
and wanted to know all the details, including whether we met anyone at the
market place, what all we bought, what subjects we talked about, whether
Zuber or anyone else was at Kaisar's place, what are my impressions about
her, etc.  He then informed me that he would be somewhat late at the press
and that I should ring him up after reaching home.  It must have taken me
about twenty minutes on phone.  When I finished I called Kaisar and not
getting a reply covered myself with a towel and walked up to the kitchen.
There she was fixing sandwiches and preparing coffee.  She had put on a
gown.  "So the love talk is over...go to the bed; I shall join you there in
a minute, darling" she said.  It took her another five minutes before she
returned with the tray laden with sandwiches, pasta, pastries, dry fruits
and coffee.  As we took coffee and snacks in the bed itself, she asked,
"what all were you talking on phone for that long, if I may ask?" "Oh, he
wanted to know all the details of how we spent the time, what purchases we
made, who all we met, what else than shopping we did, whether anyone has
been present here, etc." I informed.  "Suspecting bastard; the fucker
thinks that we have been doing little girlie things - well, he is right
there, and he wanted to check out whether Zuber too was here and did with
you, which has not to be - at least not for the time being," she said in a
matter-of-the-fact manner.  I did not mind her language, anyway, knowing
their intimate relationship and said, "You know, he is very possessive.a"
"While he wants you to also participate in his escapades," her tone had a
warm sarcasm for Suhail, "has he not told you that he would like you to be
a part of our relationship?" Things suddenly came into open.  "Yes, he has
hinted at it a couple of times; he feels it to be obligatory too...but I am
not prepared...at least not as yet.  You know, a better understanding of
the persons concerned is required," I said.  "Well, we would wait although
you and I have already been at it and you seem to like it," she removed the
tray as we completed eating.  "Perhaps he wants me to sharewith Zuber as
well," I said lowering my eyes.  "Oh...that?" she tried to sound casual,
"it may follow, my dove.  Much depends on you though.  You will have to get
over the feeling of taboo in making love to `another' man - to have the
thrill of baring yourself before him, to respond to his touches, to share
body fluids with him and generally allow him to do whatever Suhail does to
you.  However, for the present here we are," she pulled me to her, her
tongue entering my mouth.  My God, I was enjoying and even returning her
passion.  A few minutes of aggressive maneuvering from her excited me
beyond tolerance; my vision became blurred.  She pushed my legs apart and
placed her head in between my thighs.  Her nose and thighs began
exploration; soon she was licking me there with long strides.  A woman
knows where to touch another woman.  In a weak voice I said, "Enough.  I
can't take it any more, please come up," whimpering and panting I tried to
pull her up.  "Just wait," she discarded her gown, couched between my
thighs and spread my lips.  I felt a ball like thing at the entrance of my
vagina; the pressure increased and something began slipping inside.  My God
- the Conqueror!  When did she strap it on?  Perhaps while I was busy with
the telephone and all this time it was hidden under her gown.  Kaisar
pushed up a little further leaning atop me inserting the Conqueror deeper
while her heavy breasts hung and grazed mine.  Staring into my eyes she
began fucking me like a man - first with slow long strokes and then
achieving a rhythm thereafter.  Involuntarily I felt shy and shut my eyes
to avoid her stare.  "You are so innocent and beautiful," she said, "and it
seems to be your first time with a woman;" so saying she lowered her face
to kiss me.  Her tongue entered my mouth again.  My vaginal juices had
dried on her lips; a salty pungent taste came into my mouth on a large glob
of her saliva that went down my throat straight into the food pipe.  She
continued pumping like that for several minutes; she certainly had stamina
matching Suhail's.  My hump was approaching and with a squeal I gave in to
a powerful orgasm.  Kaisar noted it.  Suddenly the girth of the toy
expanded causing its tightening inside me and then I felt warm jets of
ejaculation.  "What is it?" there was concern in my voice.  "My semen, what
else, kiddo?" she said jokingly, "okay, innocent cream it is.  It does not
cause any harm; something patented by the manufacturers of Conqueror.  Its
thickness and taste is exactly like a man's semen.  You will see for
yourself," so saying she unstrapped Conqueror, licked it and opening my
mouth deposited another glob of saliva.  "How does it compare with the
taste of your husband's semen?" she asked, "I am sure you do suck him some
times; almost all women do." "Yes, it is very close to it, like salty
glue..." I replied.  "Quite so and creamy white too.  I was also amazed
when I tasted it the first time.  Being sticky, it too leaves the same
creamish trace on cloth.  This cream is also semen compatible, that is, it
does not harm the fertility of semen if it gets mixed with it." Kaisar
explained as she extended the top of her leg and rubbed my vagina and the
hair that were moist with my own secretions and that from her `penis'; she
was warm and moist too.  Her passion was still unfulfilled.  Our torsos
were now separate and were at some distance.  Kaisar took my left breast in
her right hand and played & pressed it; her nails dug deep into it as she
gave it a savage squeeze.  I squealed reacting to the stinging pain.  "Oh,
I am terribly sorry, love, I was carried away.  Excuse me, I could never
intend that" tears came to her eyes.  I was moved by her sincerity.  The
pain had subsided and there was only a burning feeling at a spot where the
skin was cut.  "Its okay, darling, Suhail does it quite often but perhaps
the cut mark has been made for the first time;" I said as I looked at the
thin streak of blood smudged at the side of her chin, "in a way you are my
husband too." "I shall never forget this compliment, wife," she
reciprocated by increasing the pressure of her thigh at my vagina.  Our
legs were stretched to the maximum in a slight sideways position and our
private parts rubbed fiercely.  We continued the vaginal duel for some
time; our bushes also mashed.  Although she had a thick tuft of hair over
hers, at the sides she had shaved the bikini hair a few days back and rough
stubs had come out there.  During one of her movements the coarse stubs
brushed my open slippery & soft vagina and rubbed the hood and the
clitoris. The sensation was electrifying; I squealed and experienced
another massive orgasm, hers following closely.  Satiated and perspiring we
lay in an embrace for a few minutes trying to catch breath and
intermittently kissing each other.  I knew I was hooked on the pleasure of
lesbian love and that I will have to visit Kaisar again and again.  It took
me almost a full day to recuperate from the strain of heavy love making at
Kaisar's place and the pounding Suhail gave me that night.  He was drunk,
so he did not bother me with more questions but the session with him
spanned almost two hours.

   The next day Kaisar rang up to inform me that Shabnam had agreed to my
presence when the former would commence her impregnation experiment. 
Shabnam had also shown keenness to `know' me after hearing about me from
Kaisar.  Commending Shabnam to me Kaisar said, "You will find in her a
spirited girl who enjoys life in spite of having serious problems at home."
I was required to be at Kaisar's place around eleven o'clock.

   I reached Kaisar's place a few minutes late.  She answered the door.  As
we hugged and kissed I could make out that she was not wearing anything
beneath the gown.  She whispered, "She is already in the bed; you too join
her.  She has been expecting you.  I shall join both of you in a minute." I
was somewhat perplexed.  Suddenly a side door opened and Zuber came out; he
was dressed to go out.  He quickly returned my Salaam, handed over
something to Kaisar and walked out.  Kesar shut the door behind him saying,
"next will be around 4 o'clock." She waived me to go into the bedroom with
some urgency.  Moving in as I fumbled to undo the neck strip of my Burqa
(veil) I looked back and saw Kaisar fully naked busy strapping the
Conqueror; Zuber had perhaps handed it over to her after filling its
chamber with his fresh semen.  Later on I learnt that my guess was correct.
In the bedroom I met a smiling Shabnam under the covers.  A sonorous
Assalamu-alai-kum and a shy smile displaying well set teeth and a shining
diamond nose-ring greeted me.  I warmly reciprocated the greeting.  Her
gaze followed me as I folded the Burqa and then the Kurti (long-shirt) &
the Shalwar and placed them on a chair.  Kaisar entered as I discarded my
bra and panties.  I was wearing silver anklets and glass bangles that
jingled as I walked towards the bed.  The two women smiled and Shabnam said
`marvelous' as I crouched near her; she pulled me down for a kiss.

   Kaisar removed the cover from Shabnam that exposed her beautiful body in
its naked glory.  She was big and strong with an alabaster white complexion
that contrasted well with her lush black hair, large black eyes, prominent
eye-lashes and pink lips, palms and soles.  She had mature breasts with
slight sag and large pink nipples & areole that gave her an extra feminine
appearance.  Her hips were opulent and vagina concealed under thick growth
of pubic hair.  Kaisar approached Shabnam on the bed with Conqueror jutting
out majestically between her thighs.  As they embraced and kissed their
breasts mashed.  It presented a highly erotic sight to see two mature women
making love.  Kaisar slipped to the right of Shabnam that gave her access
to the latter's breasts.  Her right hand started pinching Shabnam's nipples
that became erect immediately.  "Don't you like these breasts?" Kaisar
asked me after a few minutes as she quit Shabnam's breasts and separated
her thighs; she buried her face into the hairy mound.  I bent my head and
began licking Shabnam's left breast; it was spongy and heavy.  I soon found
out that pressure of tongue at the base of her nipple was especially
arousing to her, as it does to me.  In the meantime, Kaisar's ministrations
were having effect on Shabnam; her breathing became heavy.  I shifted to
the other breast and held it between my lips stretching it for some time
and then applied strong suction to the entire areola and nipple.  "Enough,
love, I am going to give it to you right now," Kaisar got up from the
junction of Shabnam's thighs; part of her face smudged with her juices. 
She pushed back Shabnam's legs.  Maneuvering an easy access, Kaisar placed
the glans of Conqueror at the entrance of Shabnam's vagina and gave it a
push; she kept on pressing it.  Shabnam winced as the toy gained a few
inches inside her.  I finally left her nipple that quivered taut over her
enlarged reddened breast half of which had my saliva on it.  She looked at
me with dreamy eyes; I knew that her mind had gone blank with passion.  I
saw Kaisar had begun making slow deep thrusts with two-thirds of Conqueror
buried into her.  "You have been wanting a baby and you will get one soon,
," she increased the pace of her thrusts and soon gained a rhythm.

   From close quarters I beheld two straps on Kaisar's lower back circling
her strong white thighs and the control buttons of the Conqueror.  Her
large thrusting hips moved rhythmically like an athlete doing push-ups. 
Her anus and vagina were covered with a thick growth of black hair.  By my
experience I knew that she had the stamina to continue like that for
several minutes.  Shabnam was whimpering and seemed to be enjoying Kaisar's
thrusts; she was able to take in almost the entire length of the Conqueror.
Soon a sloshing sound of their friction began emanating.  After a few more
minutes, during which Kaisar had also expanded Conqueror's girth, Shabnam
experienced a powerful orgasm.  "My womb is open, Kaisar, throw in the
seed," Shabnam said in a feeble hoarse voice as her legs clasped around
Kesar's lower back.  With some effort Kaisar pushed aside Shabnam's left
thigh and lowered a red button at the operational panel; she buried the
Conqueror into Shabnam almost to the hilt.  Almost immediately Shabnam
spoke out, "Aah...I am getting it ...  don't stop Kaisar...give all of it
to me." Kaisar lay still atop Shabnam holding her in a tight embrace, their
panting bodies fully fused.  After several minutes Kaisar slowly got up, an
erect shining Conqueror projecting from her pubic hair.  She placed a
pillow at the small of Shabnam's back asking her to keep lying for a few
minutes to retain the deposited semen into her body.  She then took notice
of me.  "How did you like it?" Kaisar snuggled to me standing while I sat
on the side bed.  In that position I felt the gooey touch of a still wet
Conqueror's on my breasts; it was smelly too.  "I am short of words to
describe the beauty your effort; it has been an experience of life time,
Kaisar," I replied.  She sat on my side and kissed me, one of her hands
casually caressed my breasts.  "And, Shab, how do you like this `wife' of
mine?" she asked Shabnam.  "She is stunning.  I wish I had been in your
place right now," she winked.  I realized that both the women were very
open being older than me.  "And what would have you done then?" Kaisar
giggled.  "I would have made fierce love to her?  She is cut out for that
only," she replied.  "And I have the same first impression about her," I
could not help butting in, "I have heard that some women are made only for
love-making and procreating; they should not do any hard work outside the
bed as the saying goes.  Shabnam reminds me of that." Kaisar doubled with
laughter, "If the mutual sell out is that strong, Shab, I will lend my
`wife' to you after lunch; I also have things to do.  I would join you
later.  Come with me, Savera, help me in bringing lunch here.  Let Shab
have it in the bed itself." The three trays of lunch were already ready and
had to be just put into the microwave.  We munched food sitting in the buff
as if we were in a nudist home.  Shabnam came out of the bed to wash her
hands; she also wanted to wash her thighs and pubes that were full with
traces of dried semen and sticky juices but Kesar stopped her, "I am sure
Sav won't mind it, and water must not enter your vagina for a little more
time." She was in command.  While Kaisar was busy tidying the kitchen, I
and Shabnam lay under the covers.  Shabnam took me into her arms and
showered several kisses on my face muttering praise and punctuating them
with lewd expressions that seemed to turn her on.  She stretched her left
arm under my neck and turned me towards her.  Her armpit was unshaven and I
immediately smelt the pungent scent of sweat.  "Kaisar was saying that it
has been your first time with a woman.  Do you like it?" Shabnam asked. 
"Well it is certainly different and very exciting," I replied, "softer
too." "Is Suhail very rough in love-making?  Does he take you even when you
are not ready...I hope you understand," she queried.  "Well, most of the
time he does me when he is drunk and then any question of bothering about
the other person's mood does not arise.  At other times too he is generally
more concerned about himself.  Sometimes he does not even kiss me and does
it straightway.  But he is strong and continues for a long time...you
know..," I felt shy mentioning it to her.  In the meantime Shabnam had
begun playing with my breasts, "we are women and there is nothing to
conceal between us as we have the same anatomy and urges - quite different
from men," she kissed me partially turning over me, "And how good is
Suhail's tool?" "Quite long and curvy though not as fat as Conqueror -
Kaisar's penis," I giggled.  Shabnam joined me, "you are a spirited girl; I
like it.  But size is only one part of the matter.  How big are his balls -
the main factory?" "They are quite big and hairy.  They make a lot of
semen. Sometimes erection recurs within minutes of getting discharged and
the second time too it is copious," I replied.  "You are lucky...very
lucky," she sighed sliding down a bit to access my breasts.  She licked
both the areole and sucked nipples for a long time like a baby does.  She
bit my nipples several times making me squeal repeatedly and then
laughingly came up to give me a long kiss alternating with strong suction
and tongue play.  I was already transported to a high pitch of pleasure. 
Suddenly her teeth sank into my lower lip.  "Ouch...  what are you doing,"
I cried in pain; tears came to my eyes.  "Oh, my, my, I am so sorry,
darling...I was carried away, I am such a fool" she looked concerned and
nervous.  She quickly sat down cross-legged on the bed and placed my head
in her lap.  There were tears in her eyes too.  Kaisar came running, "what
happened?" "I bit her lip in madness," Shabnam said.  "When would you learn
to be gentle with girls?  She is so delicate." Kaisar gave her some cloth
to wipe out the blood.  As Shabnam carefully wiped blood from my lip Kaisar
bent over me to examine and then said, "Oh, this is nothing; just a tooth
seems to have sunk in; such cuts on lips go away within a few minutes.  I
will bring some ice that'll give you immediate relief.  But you should have
been careful, Shab." Her assessment gave relief to everyone.  Shabnam was,
however, still nervous and in confusion pushed one of her nipples in my
mouth just as a mother does to soothe a baby.  Some impulse that!  Amused I
accepted it.  Kaisar came in the room; along with the ice cubes; she had
also brought a cup of ice cream and said, "To cheer up my lovely wife. 
What?" She doubled up with laughter when she saw me suckling Shabnam with a
smile, "Good, the reconciliation has already taken place." She went awy as
Shabnam began applying the ice pack.  After taking the ice cream that I
shared with Shabnam, I resumed suckling her.  In between she playfully
began putting drops of melted milk of ice cream on her nipples which amused
both of us.  She was simultaneously kneading my breasts.  Her attention was
drawn to the marks on my left breast made by Kaisar two days ago; they were
still red.  "What are these?  Who did them?  Did Suhail..." she asked.  "My
second husband, Kesar, only two days ago," I informed.  "Oh, supposed to be
a hickey?" she smiled roguishly.  "What is `hickey'?" I asked.  "A
love-bite from the lover," she explained.  "Well, Kaisar made it with
finger-nail and not by biting; then it's not a hickey," I queried.  "It
comes to same thing, Madame Legal, you will think of her whenever you see
it; that's what it is all about" she laughed.  "And do you have any?" I
asked.  "Sure thing," she raised both her large breasts, one after another,
and pointed out to several silvery marks that were difficult to distinguish
on her alabaster white skin, "some are bites and some are nail-marks but
all of them are reminders of the passionate time my lovers gave me.  Thanks
God," she looked upwards in a thanks-giving gesture.  "Which one is from
your hubby," I asked.  "None'" she became a little serious, "he is a very
good man, but a sissy in this department." We lay down again.  She turned
sideways.  Her left leg parted my legs and thighs and the right hand
sneaked into my vagina.  She simultaneously took my right nipple in her
mouth.  Her index finger soon found its way into my vagina followed by the
middle finger; the thumb began massaging and mauling the clitoris and the
hood.  It was maddening and I knew that I would not be able to hold on much
longer.  Continuous whimpering and moaning was escaping from my mouth as
Shabnam poked me with her two fingers like a frenzied piston.  She then
repeatedly pinched my clitoris; that did it.  I gave a full throated squeal
as I experienced a shattering orgasm.  As I lay exhausted Shabnam reversed
her position atop me that put us in a typical 69-position.  Her mouth
easily reached the opening of my vagina and her tongue began licking there
with long strides.  Her own hairy and moist vagina was fixed over my face
and my head was made immobile by her strong thighs.  A strong odour of
Zuber's semen mixed with Shabnam's juices invaded my senses.  I licked and
nibbled at her inner lips; several drops of pungent and bitter salty liquid
filled mouth and passed through the palate into my throat.  Obviously she
was well excited and tightened her thighs around my head which placed my
nose fully into her warm wet vagina.  Suddenly I heard Kaisar's voice,
"Enough for now Shab, it's time for your second shot." Shabnam slowly got
up from me and lay down on her back near me.  Kaisar climbed the bed and
separated Shabnam's thighs, "I see you are already quite prepared to
receive me.  Good." So saying, she placed the Conqueror's glans at the
entrance of Shabnam's vagina and began pushing it in like a man.  Shabnam
winced.  "Is it causing pain?" Kaisar asked a little concerned.  "No, it's
okay, only there has already been much today.  I might get sore there,"
Shabnam giggled.  "But are you sore already?" "No, no, not as yet." Shabnam
replied.  "It's all that matters," Kaisar began her thrusting motions and
soon gained a regular speed.  She bent over Shabnam to embrace and kiss her
without missing a stroke.  After about 15 minutes of non-stop thrusting
Shabnam gave a hoarse moan of hitting the orgasm and I guessed that Kaisar
immediately lowered the release button on the panel and also increased the
girth of Conqueror.  "It is filling me, Kaisar, there are many fiery warm
jets," Shabnam said in a muffed voice.  The two women remained joined for
another five minutes or so, kissing in between.  Ultimately, Kaisar got up
and placed a pillow at the small of Shabnam's back.  She then turned
towards me and smiled, "I have been missing you." She sat between my parted
legs and thighs, "Tell me when you refer to me as husband do you feel
turned on?" "Of course I do...there is genuine feeling, I must admit that I
am having crush on you," I saw Shabnam smiling even as her eyes were closed
following sexual exhaustion, "I will do anything for you." "This makes me
feel extremely lucky.  I hope you remember your promise; I will ask for a
favour later.  Just now I want to make love to you as a husband, Kaisar
said; lust could be read in her eyes.  "It will be my pleasure, husband," I
replied in genuine enthusiasm; the very idea was so erotic.  In reply, she
pushed back my legs and inserted Conqueror into my vagina.  Next half an
hour or so was a flurry of passionate love making - kissing, licking,
biting, sucking - while changing positions.  As I reached orgasm Kaisar
manipulated Conqueror and several warm jets of liquid plied my guts.  She
had not emptied or washed Conqueror after using it on Shabnam, but I did
not care as I was not in my fertile period.  Kaisar then unfastened the toy
and we began mutual frigging and tribading - vagina to vagina.  She was
desperate and within 15 minutes both of us had orgasm.  All this time we
had not noticed Shabnam who had put on clothes and was ready to leave.  She
kissed both Kaisar and me and also lightly licked my swelling lower lip. 
Kaisar quickly threw a gown over her body to see Shabnam off.  When she
returned I told her that it was time for me also to leave.  She reluctantly
agreed but only after getting an assurance that I would visit her the next
day as well, "Shab will also be there...around the same time.  As I was
dressing up I asked what was that `favour' she wanted to have from me. 
"Oh, that; yes, I wanted to talk to you in private.  You may share it with
Shab later on, if you like.  You need not answer me in yes or no, just now.
Think over it...let me know tomorrow or even later..." "But what the thing
is?" I was getting curious.  "I would like to share you with Zuber," she
said plainly.  I felt hot blushes on my face, "But I think I mentioned to
you only day before that I am not ready as yet to do it with another man. I
have not even thought about it." "But, Zuber is not `another' man, darling,
Kaisar argued, "He has allowed Suhail, your husband, to fuck his wife which
he does quite often.  The two men fuck each other too, I am quite sure. 
So, Zuber and Suhail are part of each other and before your marriage we
three were part of the same unit.  So Zuber is not another man.  Moreover,
I want you to conceive from Zuber..." "What?  And why you want it?" I
asked. "Because Suhail only shoots blanks; his semen can't impregnate you,"
she said looking into my eyes.  "And how do you know he is sterile?" I
asked.  "Because if he had not been sterile, his sisters-in-law, what are
their names, yes Tara and Muskan, would have had half a dozen babies each
by now.  He has been doing them right from the beginning.  The daughter
Tara had was from someone she knew earlier.  Suhail himself told me all
this and also discussed the report of his doctor with me and Zuber. 
Remember getting pregnant from Zuber early is important for you to uphold
your husband's honour." I was flabbergasted.  What is going on and why are
such expectations being made from me?  But Kaisar has been nice to me, so I
promised her that I shall think over her proposal.  She gave me a long kiss
as I was leaving and insisted that I must visit her the next day.  That
night, as usual, Suhail made lots of enquiries including whether I met
Zuber.  It took me some effort to suppress my curiosity to ascertain the
revelations made by Kaisar from him.  I decided to take the decision on
Kaisar's proposal on my own somehow feeling assured that all would be well
ultimately.  I was much impressed by Zuber but submitting one's body to
even such a person requires more reason.  At the same time, the carnal
awakening both Kaisar and Shabnam had given me was beckoning me to Kaisar's
place.  The next day, while Shabnam was not around, I told Kaisar that I
needed to interact more with Zuber before I thought of implementing her
proposal which, indeed, seemed to be the right thing under the
circumstances.  She complimented me for good thinking and endorsed my
approach.  "After all women are not merely fucking and child bearing
machines," she observed.  That afternoon while she was busy with her
experiment of impregnating Shabnam, she confidentially told me to go to
another room where Zuber waited for me.  We talked about half an hour
during which he regaled me with many incidents involving Suhail.  I
realized that one has not to be a man's wife to know him very well.  I was
reminded of Kaisar's words that the three of them were parts of each other.
I liked Zuber's nature and became keen to know about him but underplayed my
emotions to Suhail at home.  Over the next couple of weeks whenever Zuber
was present in the house Kaisar gave us opportunities to be together and
alone.  She would also kiss and embrace me more frequently in his presence
that soon graduated to pressing my breasts and tweaking my nipples.  Zuber
too would sometime kiss me on cheeks and hold me in arms for short
durations.  One forenoon when we were sitting and chatting after lunch it
happened.  "Enough of dilly dallying and playing hide and seek," so saying
Kaisar, who was sitting on my side of divan, yanked up my top and bra in
one swoop causing my right breast to tumble down free.  "How do you like
this beauty, Zuber?" "It is...  marvelous," he stammered having caught by
surprise.  "Then why don't you find it a mate?" she asked repulsing my
feeble attempts to cover the bared breast.  There was lust in his eyes but
some hesitation was still there.  Feeling shy I closed my eyes.  That did
it as it was taken as consent.  As I swooned in confusion, I felt Zuber
sitting down on my other side and fumbling with the buttons of my top;
shortly both the top and the bra were removed.  Holding me by his left arm
he gave me a long kiss while his right hand kept on playing with my left
breast.  Kaisar sat on the ground in front of me to unzip my jeans and
pulling them off.  "Isn't she ripe and very ready?  Look at these thick
pubes protruding from both the sides of her panty," she drew Zuber's
attention as I crossed my legs in embarrassment.  "Let's go to the bedroom,
so that she is more comfortable," said Kaisar.  Zuber lifted me in his arms
and followed her to the familiar double bed.  As he quickly undressed,
Kaisar divested me of my panties as well.  As Zuber joined me on the bed
she suddenly left the room.  For an hour and a half we made love at a
leisurely pace; it also included a long fore-play.  I had two powerful
orgasms.  During the second one he too spurted his copious seed into the
depths of my vagina.  Although Zuber was not as strong as Suhail, he had a
winning style; it looked as if he followed what I wanted.  His penis
remained lodged inside me for several minutes as we lay sideways resting in
a reverie of exhaustion.  We were woken up by Kaisar who had the lunch
ready.  She had brought my clothes also.  Surprisingly I had no hesitation
in coming out of the bed buck naked and dress up before the couple.  Since
that day it became quite normal for me to go to Kaisar's place and make
love to either or both of them.  There was no let up in love making from
Suhail's side back at home.  As a result, after some time I started feeling
the strain on my body while my marriage was only three months old.  One
afternoon I felt particularly sick and had tremendous nausea.  A lady
doctor was called.  After checking the details of my menstrual cycle, etc.
the doctor declared that I was pregnant.  This was of much interest to Tara
and Muskan who immediately informed their husbands and Suhail.  There was
excitement in the house but Suhail was glum.  The same night in the privacy
of our bedroom he sternly asked me about all the men I had been seeing and
whose seed had made me pregnant.  As I kept mum he lost his temper, shouted
abuses and beat me with slaps and fists.  Later in the night also the
beating was repeated.  Surprisingly no member of the family came to my
rescue.  Early in the morning as he went to the bathroom, I hurriedly
collected my personal papers, jewellery and some cash, took a taxi cab and
left that house to save my life.  I went straight to Kaisar's place and
narrated the entire happening.  She was sympathetic and promised to help
but appeared somewhat confused.  Soon Suhail checked up on telephone
whether I was there but Zuber and Kaisar feigned that they had not seen me
for a couple of days; he quarreled with them too on telephone.

   The same afternoon I contacted Kumud, a female colleague at the bank,
whose sister, Smrithi, was a lawyer.  Both the sisters were spinsters. 
They advised me to shift to their place till an alternative arrangement was
made.  I gratefully accepted the offer.  I terminated the remaining few
weeks of leave to resume duty at the bank.  A few weeks later I received a
notice from the court requiring my presence there in connection with a
divorce application filed by Suhail.  "Here is a God sent solution to your
problem, Savera," Smrithi told me, "grab it." After I approved Smrithi got
in touch with Suhail's lawyer and a divorce with mutual consent was
obtained after a couple of months.  I did not claim any financial support
from Suhail.

   A phase of my life was over.  I was a free woman but with a five-month
old fetus in my womb.  The colleagues at the bank were helpful in getting
me settled and found for me a secure flat not far from the work place. 
Zuber and Kaisar wanted me to marry Zuber in the interest of the baby in my
womb but I had decided to lead the life at my own terms.  I decided to
continue to have good and intimate relations with them.  A few weeks later
Kaisar told me that she too was pregnant and that her experiment on Shabnam
was also successful.  Our dates of delivery were quite close to each other.
Shabnam and Kaisar continued to make love, but I could rarely join them and
usually exchanged notes with them on telephone.  But my feelings for Zuber
remained special.  He too made it a point to visit me almost every week to
enquire about my needs.  Perhaps he felt a responsibility towards me.  He
also offered to give his name as the father of my would-be child whenever
required by the hospital and the school later on.  His visits sometimes
culminated in our love making; I did not bother whether he told Kaisar
about our relationship.  (Continued in CULMINATION II)