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 CULMINATION II (Continued from CULMINATION I)

   Varsha Kaul

   MF FF MFF LACT

   [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]
After settling down independently new problems cropped up.  I was in the
process of discovering my sexuality.  I realized that I did miss regular
sex.  The heavy sex I used to receive from Suhail was heightened by Kaisar
and Zuber's association.  And then there was a sudden vacuum, which was not
adequately made up by Zuber's occasional love making.  Am I over sexed I

often wondered?

   A young bachelor who had hired two rooms in the neighbourhood showed
interest in me.  His name was Onkar.  He was younger to me by about two
years and had just then got a job.  He had a rural background and was a
straight-forward man.  Soon we started exchanging greetings and then began
discussing local problems, hobbies and likes and dislikes.  I found we had
several things in common and soon we became friends.  We, however, avoided
calling at each other's place.  We would meet outside by appointment and
spend time together.  He was informally helping a friend of his, called
Anil, in maintaining a private company's small guest house which became our
favourite jaunt.  Anil too had a girl friend, Yasmin - a student of a
nearby college - who frequently visited the guest house and often had sex
with Anil.  Onkar and I shared details of our past lives.  I told him about
my marriage and pregnancy, but not about Zuber being the man from whom I
had conceived, and also not about my lesbian flings.  He also told me about
his brief intimacy with a senior girl student at the college and physical
intimacy with an aunt who had actually taken advantage of his innocence
when he was only fourteen.  I realized I was in love with him.  He
sympathized with me and once even offered to marry me.  Onkar was the third
man, after Suhail and Zuber, who had sex with me.  He was the youngest of
the three and in spite of initiation in sex by his aunt, was relatively
inexperienced.  At the same time, he was overly considerate about my
condition and would `courteously' ask my permission even for kissing.  I
found it irritating in the beginning but soon started enjoying his ways. 
To my pleasant surprise he was quite adventurous sexually.  He also gave me
the first taste of uncircumcised penis.  We also became intimate with
Yasmin and Anil.  Yasmin was a sprightly youngster and was seeing boys for
several years.  "My mother was very keen that I should be on pills once she
caught me red handed with a relation at the age of 15," she laughingly told
me, "It was not a big deal as many girls start taking pills at High School
itself and in the college almost all of them do.  Virginity is no more
considered a virtue at the time of marriage and most boys today don't mind
if they learn that their wives had been sexually involved with other men
before marriage; some of them even don't mind if they continue their
relationships even after marriage.  This is the age of mutual respect
amongst individuals and for spouses' own space." She believed that openness
sustained and strengthened marriage better than rigid fidelity that quite
often strangulated the natural instincts of a person and created a
situation of cheating and exploitation.  Was this not borne out by my
divorce?  One day as I and Yasmin sat in the Guest House waiting for Onkar
and Anil, I asked her about her future plans and whether she is prepared to
face communal issues in case she was considering marrying Anil, in a way I
was sharing my own problem with her.  She doubled up laughing, Marriage? 
Who thinks of marriage?  That will be a formality with someone else, if at
all.  We are just interested in fun and might go our ways any day.  Aapa
(elder sister) you too start confining to present only; this is what I
would advise you too, if you don't mind." God, she was a real ultra-modern
girl.  I often thought that I should not be continuing my relationship with
Onkar as it might cause much complication in his personal life besides
communal problems.  My dilemma was automatically resolved as he got a job
abroad and, in spite of his assurances that he would call me also there to
live together, I knew that our association was over.

   At the work place too several men and even women began taking interest
in me.  I was quite clear that they were just after fun and gossip.  While
men tried to interact with `casual' touching of hands, arms and shoulders
as part of conversation, the women wanted to pry in my personal life.  A
few elderly female colleagues would also discuss the progress of my
pregnancy and body changes and would often leave a word of counsel.  As a
manifestation of their intimate relationship, two of them, Satvinder and
Usha, would sometimes ask me to stand guard inside the ladies powder room
as they relieved pressure from their milk-filled breasts into the wash
basin; they were, indeed, making much milk in their late thirties.  Dried
drops and flow marks of milk on the mirror and tiles above the wash basin
pointed out that the practice was not uncommon.  Satvinder and Usha also
told me that almost all lactating women, at one time or the other, have
adult nursing relationship with their husbands and lovers; they would often
exchange notes on their experiences in this regard in my presence.  Somehow
these two colleagues always reminded me of my mathematics and physical
training teachers of the High School.  Another colleague, Rita, popularly
called Madam, who wore heavy make up and perfume and exuded prosperity,
often mentioned to me that life was for fun and enjoyment and that she
would interact more on the issue once I was through with the `present
problem'; she referred to my pregnancy.  She was about 10 years older to me
and a spinster.  She had a well furnished cabin in the bank that people
envied.  She used to get calls on her cell phone very frequently and would
go out quite often during the working hours.  Others used to say that she
had senior officers in her pocket, so no one objected to her frequent
absence from the Bank.  She also had the knack of getting her work done by
others.  She appeared mysterious to me but was labeled `fast' by other
women who warned me to be careful in befriending or dealing with her.  A
male colleague would come and sit in front of me for long durations at the
slightest pretext of work.  His stare would make any woman uncomfortable
which he seemed to enjoy.  He was notorious among the female colleagues. 
One of them admitted that his stare made her feel divested of all clothes
as he would unabashedly ogle at her breasts, hips and navel if she wore a
Saree.  While keeping that man at bay was not much of a problem there were
many others who showed interest in me in spite of my pregnant state - a
divorcee and a `good looking woman' in their eyes.  Two aged officers in
house-keeping administration had the notoriety that they would not approve
the cases of women's elevation and choice postings unless they physically
surrendered to them.  The funny thing was that all women knew about such
`terms' by their own experience but would still light heartedly suggested
`compliance' as, according to them, the two oldies were not physically
capable of causing any `harm'.  "It takes only a minute or two before they
get spent and then your work gets done quickly," Satvinder once told me
laughingly; and Usha confirmed, "Their female secretaries brief and arrange
it in their offices or in the ante-rooms - to `discuss the case'." Within
two months of resuming my duties at the bank, my encounter with these
perverts took place in the context of my confirmation to the job and I also
ultimately joined the ranks of other female colleagues who had gone through
such experience.  However, perhaps in consideration of my advanced stage of
pregnancy, one of the oldies did not call me to `discuss things' but the
Shylock between them made me sit in his lap naked waist below and studied
and signed the papers in that condition.  It must have taken hardly a few
minutes before I felt a warm sticky wetness smudging my bottom.  As I
rearranged clothes before leaving it became clear what it was.  The catch
was that all others knew for sure what would have transpired between me and
the lecher.  Indeed, it was only after going through the experience I
realized that the whole place was having a strong undercurrent of sexual
activity and the staff took it just as a matter of course and participated
in it nonchalantly.  They had even evolved erotic meanings of routine
banking terms, like `updating ledger', `double entry', `invoicing',
`assets', `non-performing assets', `closure', `portfolio', `loan swap',
`deposit' and `cumulative deposit', `discount', `penal interest',
`tallying', `investment', etc., whose use often amused them a lot for their
double meaning.  Even female colleagues regaled in the fun.

   I had several complications in the seventh month of pregnancy.  With the
help of Zuber I engaged services of an experienced full time woman helper,
Hamida, The arrangement continued until two years after my delivery.  In
the last month of my pregnancy, Zuber and Kaisar visited me several times
both to provide emotional support and to make the arrangements.  Kaisar's
belly too was in full bloom but she somehow maintained her cheerful
disposition.  The nursing home where the arrangement was made as per the
Bank's entitlement was fortunately at a stone's throw from my flat.  When
my water broke Hamida took me there in a cab and also informed Zuber. 
After undergoing a six-hour agony of labour pains the reward came in the
form of a beautiful daughter - my own little replica.  I was enchanted.  So
were Zuber and Kaisar.  Several other persons visited me in the hospital
and later at home making me forget, at least for a few days, that I was a
single working parent.  I named my daughter Salma.

   The next three months, during which I was on maternity leave,
constituted the best period of my life so far.  I spent each minute of the
day with Salma as if she was still not separate from my body.  In about a
fortnight's time she started recognizing my voice while smell she did even
earlier.  She learnt to smile very early and showed much pleasure while
nursing - about a dozen times adding to a total of 7-8 hours a day.  She
was a champion nurser too which made me produce much milk.  Hamida would
often ask me jokingly whether I would be taking Salma to office too.  The
reminder always made me sad.  The only consolation was that Salma also
accepted Hamida.  During this period both Kaisar and Shabnam too delivered
babies - daughter and son, respectively.  I went to see them after Salma
was 40 days old, the conventional period for confinement after child birth.
When I resumed my duties at the Bank, there was a disturbance in Salma's
routine as I was not available to her during a large part of the working
day.  After putting up much fuss she, however, reconciled to the feeding
bottle in which Hamida would give her my expressed milk.  But during the
day time I would often feel miserable at the bank.  Almost every two hours
my breasts would ache with pressure of milk and sometimes leak.  Like
Satvinder and Usha I had to rush to the Powder Room to relieve the
pressure. Sometimes when neither Satvinder nor Usha were available to stand
guard there I had to manage on my own.  On one such occasion, as I was at
the wash basin hurriedly hand expressing milk, suddenly Rita appeared at
the door.  I was confused and nervous.  She gave me a stare and then said,
"Complete the task.  I shall stand guard to you.  I fully understand your
problem." I thanked her and hurried with the milk expression; fortunately
no one else came to the Powder Room till I was through.  When I finished
and rearranged my dress I thanked her and said, "I have to do this several
times on a working day; I am making too much milk".  But I could not look
into her eyes.  She smiled, "That is the problem with us women.  Come on;
let's have coffee in my cabin." As we sat facing each other in her small
but well decorated cabin, she smiled and said, "Look, I don't think that a
woman like you should wash away the precious liquid God has placed in your
breast into the wash basin..." "What else can I do?" I explained my
position, "I have a nursing infant at home.  There is hardly any leave to
my credit and I must breast-feed my daughter for another two years at least
and will, therefore, have to continue making milk...  and, as I told you, I
am making a lot of it as of now...There is no way to utilize it here while
she is at home..." "Yes, I know that...and have a proposition for you,
taking into account your situation," she said.  As she saw me attentive she
continued in a low conspiring voice, "Well, you see, I am operating a
social contact club in which single males and females, and sometimes
couples too, get in touch with each other through me to spend time
together. Generally, they do it to get physically intimate...I hope you
understand what I mean, and those who demand company pay...quite
handsomely...to the other party...  and a fixed commission to me.  They
often have kinky demands too.  A well placed woman executive in a MNC
...she is a couple of years senior to you in age ...  is a well paying
client of mine.  Her name is Farha.  She has told me a lot about her
childhood.  One interesting feature of her childhood was that her mother
used to breastfeed her regularly until the age of six when she died in an
accident.  Farha's childhood was over the same day although her aunt
(mother's sister) took care of her.  The pity was that her aunt had a baby
whom she used to breastfeed in Farha's presence while she felt denied of
this intimate pleasure.  Farha is now a grown up career woman but she still
craves to re-live the experience of being nursed by her mother." "And has
she become your client for this purpose?" I asked Rita.  "No, she became my
client because she is a lesbian, actually a bi-sexual - most female
executives nowadays have to do it with men to farther their career and
networking - and pays me for my services.  But you can fulfill her fantasy
for which she would pay you...rather lavishly.  I have seen your breasts
today.  They are large and the nipples are fat, just as Farha had described
her mother's breasts to me.  I urge you to fulfill my client's fantasy...
at least for my sake.  Her longing is acute.  You should see her crying for
it.  I never had milk in my boobs; otherwise I would have done this myself.
Your routine here will not be much affected as your supervisor is a good
friend of mine and will allow you to have `extended' lunch hours every time
you need..." "What do you mean by every time?" I asked, "Do you mean there
will be a repetition if I ever do it?" "Well, considering her passion to
satisfy this fantasy, I am sure that there would be several sessions. 
However, the main point is that on those days you would not have to throw
away your milk, it will be utilized to give peace to someone's disturbed
mind and in the process you would earn quite a sum of money...I think you
should not let go this opportunity." She not only succeeded in persuading
me but also fixed up the first meeting at Farha's place the very next day.
"Tomorrow I will personally take you to her place...being the first time,"
Rita concluded the conversation.

   The next day Rita personally drove me to Farha's place.  On the way she
told me two other things.  "Farha's mother sometimes used to nurse her in
the nude which she cherishes most and that she would blindfold herself so
that she is not distracted by a different face.  "This should not be
difficult for you at all.  Just be guided by your instincts in playing the
role," Rita said.  She had a duplicate key to her flat and it was fully
vacant.  Rita took me straight to Farha's bedroom and asked me to undress
and wait for her under the covers, "Remember don't come out or speak to her
until she has prepared and blindfolded herself.  It is also important that
you speak to her only in low whispers," she instructed and went out.  She
quickly returned and took out a small packet from her purse, "Oh, I forgot
this;" a necklace of red beads came out of it that she helped me to put on,
"although she would not see it but would feel it...and this...lavender, the
favorite of her mother that Farha remembers to this day" she sprayed
perfume from a small bottle on the undersides of my naked breasts and
underarms.  "I think this quite completes your identity for the occasion.
Come to the outer room after ten minutes when she has done with you and
leaves you; I will be there," She finally left.  The whole situation looked
like a sequence in a mystery thriller and aroused my hitherto concealed
adventurous spirit.

   As I lay waiting in the nude under the covers in Farha's bed I heard
footsteps and conversation in low voices in the outer room.  Farha had
arrived and was talking to Rita.  Briefly thereafter from a slit in the
cover I saw silhouette of a fairly tall and healthy woman in a business
suit entering the dimly lit bedroom and a draft of heavy perfume hit my
nostrils.  She threw a glance in my direction and hurried into the attached
bathroom.  She returned after a couple of minutes, opened the almirah that
stood in the corner of the room and started undressing before it.  She
hurriedly took out the short coat and the pant, tore off the necktie and
the blouse and finally the lacey panties and the bra.  She then took out a
black band from the almirah and took a minute to secure it over her eyes
and still in her high heels she walked into my direction groping her way
towards the bed.  I noticed that she was a strong well endowed woman.  She
had well developed breasts and large hips that undulated voluptuously with
those few steps.  "Mama," Farha said in an emotion-chocked voice, now
kicking away the heels, "Where have you been all these years?  I missed
you...very much." She began crying, entering the covers and embracing me.
Copious warm salty tears rolled down her cheeks as she gave me several
kisses on cheeks, nose, mouth and neck; her breasts descended over mine. 
She was caught in the genuine pent up sentiments.  I was not prepared for
this and only pressed her head to my naked bosom, patted her consolingly
and whispered, "I too missed my little darling a lot." This seemed to calm
her down a bit and said, "I missed Lob and Rob all the time," pressing my
left and right breasts, respectively.  Oh she had names for them, I thought
and said, "They too missed you and used to cry a lot." "Oh, really, so Lob
first," her lips fastened on my left nipple.  I had expected that she would
have some problem in latching on and nursing but she suckled like a pro and
took the entire areola and nipple in her mouth and the lower lip and jaw
putting the gentle pressure.  I was reminded of Salma and suddenly had a
massive let down.  Farha continued gulping the milk with a slurping sound,
then stopped suddenly and began crying again.  She was in the process of
unwinding.  I crooned my face down and kissed the top of her head, "My
child; my precious child." She resumed suckling without uttering a word and
as if with the new found confidence and reassurance tried to cover my right
breast with her right palm.  "Mama, your milk is sweet as ever," she said.
"Yes, darling, God has so willed.  My daughter deserves the very best," I
said.  It took her about twenty minutes to empty my left breast.  She
herself moved to the right one, but paused for a while.  Perhaps she was in
a talkative mood, "Mama, in your absence I have grown a lot." "Yes, I see
that.  My little angel has become a woman - a very beautiful woman." "And I
have become tall," she added enthusiastically, "And I am having breasts now
...I wear a bra like you, Mama, and I have hair here ...a lot of hair", she
took my hand and placed it on her muff.  She was, indeed, quite hairy; I
began combing her pubes slowly with my fingers, "Yes, I am very happy to
see your growth, darling, but aren't you neglecting Rob?" "Oh, yes, Rob,"
she said with a chuckle engulfing my right nipple in her mouth and began
suckling.  She nursed quietly and I continued patting her head and cheeks
in between and sometimes kissed her on head and cheeks.  In about twenty
minutes she emptied the breast and happily rubbed her cheeks with mine, "It
has indeed been a long time, Mama, I love you, I love your milk." "And I
love my little girl," I reciprocated nudging my nose to hers and kissing
her on both cheeks.  "Promise me, Mama, you will come again tomorrow, and
after that....  and after that ...  and after that" she giggled.  "Okay
love, tomorrow...and after that...and after that...and after that," I
mimicked her.  We laughed together.  "Oh, God, I have to go," Farha
suddenly returned into the present.  I saw a naked woman leaving the bed
taking off her blindfold; I instinctively pulled up the cover over my head.
She rushed to the bathroom, emerged after a few minutes and began dressing
up.  I noticed she was humming this time as she went out combing her hair
after putting on lipstick.  Perhaps Rita was already there in the outer
room as the murmur of conversation came to my ears.  I also got up and put
on my dress.  When I and Rita reached the Bank the lunch hour was just
over, but I took another 15 minutes to gulp my lunch.  No one took notice
of my absence.  That evening when I was about to leave for home, Rita rang
me up, "Can you just see me for a minute before leaving?" When I peeped
into her cabin she was all smiles.  She stood up and handed me over an
envelope and a large packet, "You seem to have struck the right chords in
her.  I have just received this in gratitude from her.  It is for you only.
As I peeped into the envelope I saw a lot of money, well beyond my
expectation.  The packet also contained a costly Saree.  "Somehow I don't
want to take money for the feelings that I stirred into her," I said, "And
why this expensive Saree?" "Well, I will convey your reaction to her.  I am
sure it will make her happier.  Please keep the money and the gift.  These
things can't be returned.  And for God's sake, don't ever make a mention of
these to her; otherwise every thing will be ruined.  Now, tomorrow you will
be there on your own.  Hire a cab.  Please be there in the bed, all ready,
by 1.00 p.m.  sharp.  Here is the key of the flat...you see, you are
trusted, and here is the lavender bottle.  The bead necklace and the scent
are a must...  as also the `dress' - I mean `undress' - for the occasion,"
she winked, "And good bye for now and good luck.  Let me know if there is
any problem." She patted me on the hips.  I had expected that after the
first day's experience Farha's curiosity to re-live the childhood fantasy
would have lessened somewhat, but there was no visible change in her
passion for it.  The next day also she emptied both the breasts as on the
previous occasion.  The only change was that while suckling she spent quite
sometime in tracking the contours of my body, her fingers also feeling my
hips, under-arm hair, pubes and vagina.  Did at that tender age she notice
such parts on her mother's body too?  This was difficult to accept. 
Perhaps she is linking up the purely nurturing experience with her lesbian
tendency as an adult woman.  However, she never gave an inkling of her
lesbian (or shall we ay `incestuous'?) feelings.  But she did talk about
her present intimate aspects with the perception of a x years old.  The
nest day itself, as she had emptied one of my breasts she said, "Mama, you
know every month for five days I become unwell.  There is pain here," she
placed her hand on my lower abdomen, "and I pass blood...sometimes a lot of
it"?  "That happens to all grown up girls and women," I said realizing what
she meant.  "Yes, this is what the aunty-mother had also told me." "And
what else did she tell you?" I asked.  "Oh, she used to tell so many
things, like when I grow up and get married, I would be able to have babies
of my own; until that time I should not allow boys or men to remove my
panties and put in their man-thing here," she again placed her hand over my
vagina.  "She used to tell me that bad boys or men are just interested in
inserting their man-thing here and deposit their seed inside and if a baby
is made out of it they deny what they did to the girl and do not take care
of the baby and the mother.  So, one should allow only her husband to make
babies with her." "I think she gave you a very good advice," I said. 
"Mama, I don't like boys or men.  I don't want to make friends with them.
And I like girls and women," she said.  She had begun suckling my other
breast, "but sometimes men do put their thing there; one can't help it.  If
I refuse them, they deny me things and create problems...  all girls have
to do...there is not much in it, Mama, isn't it?" "Well, everyone has her
own situations and likes and dislikes; hope my darling daughter takes
precautions...I mean, pills.  (She nodded in the affirmative without giving
up suckling).  I think there is also nothing otherwise wrong to make
friends with men.  It is also good to know about them because some day a
girl has to take one of them as husband.  If I did not have your Dad as
husband and had not allowed him to put his seed into me, I would not have
got this fairy of mine here," I kissed her on the forehead.  She left
sucking my nipple for a while, "But Dad was married to you and was a good
man.  Mama, I like girls more than the boys; they have bodies like us and
women understand each other better than men do.  I do not want to get
married, not for now at least, and I have a few girl friends that are like
me.  If we feel like we do naughty things with each other.  On many
occasions when we are by ourselves we discard all our clothes; you remember
at home when nobody else was there you often moved naked in the house" She
giggled and resumed suckling the breast, her hand playfully combing my
pubes.  For the first time I felt a different type of excitement with her,
but I only said, "Well, this too is not a bad approach.  My little girl has
become so wise."

   My role play adventure with Farha continued for 17 days after which she
had to go abroad for a couple of weeks that discontinued our relationship.
In the last few sessions she tried for variety that included a girl friend
of her joining for tandem nursing.  Farha recalled that her mother had also
nursed along with her an infant niece (her brother's daughter) for a couple
of weeks as her mother was hospitalized for a major operation.  Farha had
thrown tantrums seeing another child in her mother's arms but had got over
the jealousy once the matter was explained to her; she even started
enjoying the tandem nursing sessions.  She re-lived that experience too
involving a lesbian friend of hers (Tina) who suckled me alone in the
beginning a couple of times in Farha's presence and she joining in later
on. But Tina, who did not use the blindfold and was also a butch, was more
interested in lesbian love-making and once even tried rubbing her vagina
with mine.  At any rate Farha paid me very handsomely for the favours she
received from me ---- an amount unimaginable by me.  On Rita's suggestion
by combining it with a loan from the bank I purchased a car that I drive to
this day.  But my happy experience with Farha was used by Rita in coaxing
me to trudge into another world.  When she learnt that my periods had
returned she insisted that I should regularly take birth control pills. 
"Don't be naïve, Savera.  Most working women, even unmarried ones, take
precaution in this respect.  You don't know when one has to..." she had
winked meaningfully at me.

   Rita also drew me into the activities of her `social club'.  After
briefing me much in advance and obtaining my consent, she would give me
names and addresses of men who would either take me to some hotel or to
their homes for a couple of hours.  Such meetings would lead to quickies or
straight sex.  Sometimes I was required to participate in `group
activities' along with other pairs of men and women.  These lasted for
several hours and left me worn out on most occasions as they involved a lot
of play and often experimentation and use of `toys'.  I was surprised to
see the openness of other women who would quite often show the aggression
and use of vulgar expressions like men.  Once in a while I was required to
do with married couples and elderly women before whom I had to feign
inexperience and coyness.  But Rita had strongly advised me to keep away
from BDSM of any type.  A lot of money began flowing to me which I invested
as per Rita's directions which gave me a feeling of security.  My relations
with Rita thus became very close.  She even helped me in getting an
out-of-turn elevation in the bank.  We would sometime spend time together.
On one such occasion, I found her somewhat worried.  On my asking she told
me that she had agreed to go on a double date but the girl who had to
accompany her had just informed that she had fallen sick and at such a
short notice it was not possible foe her to arrange a replacement.  "I will
try to manage alone or cancel the date but it will affect my credibility
and reputation," she said, "And the party involves a real gentleman - an
old customer of mine for whom I care." "And when is the date and how long
will it last?" I asked.  "The date is for this evening at 9 p.m.; it might
last till midnight...Incidentally, I am not suggesting you to join.  You
have a ten month old baby at home to take care of..." "Well, I would love
to help you out in this, Rita.  I think I can manage for three-four hours
with the help of my maid servant.  Incidentally, what should I expect
there?" "Savera, you have taken a burden off my chest.  There is not much
to expect.  Put on good clothes and enjoy dinner there.  He is calling a
business client of his.  There might be necking and petting; if it leads to
sex I would take it on alone and send you home," she said.  "I think I will
stand by you," I said.  She fixed to pick me up from my flat at quarter to
nine.  Rita's client, Diaz, was in the business of making films and
documentaries for advertisements; on the side he produced blue films.  The
person who had come to meet him was a man called Silvania who was in his
early fifties who used to market blue films.  The issue was fixation of the
latter's commission.  Diaz had arranged dinner from a local hotel along
with the service.  The matter was discussed at length and continued after
the dinner.  As we sat on the sofa the two men had Chocolate Martini and
Rita and I took coffee.  Most of the time Rita and I were only listeners;
she, however, sometimes supported Diaz based on her experience in business,
which surprised me.  She sat by the side of Diaz and I on another sofa with
Silvania.  In between the discussion the two men casually touched and
kissed and pressed us to their bodies.  Finally, a settlement to the deal
was reached.  "This calls for a celebration, Sil.  It is a pity that you
have to take a flight to Thailand after a few hours," Diaz said shaking
hands with Silvania.  In the meantime, sitting by my side, Silvania had
been brazenly playing with my breasts whom he had bared and was repeatedly
sniffing my armpits.  Diaz too had pushed up Rita's shirt and bra as he
kissed her, Silvania asked me to give him the head.  He opened his fly and
a semi erect veined short penis came into view.  I complied and after about
ten minutes a spoonful of semen with a pungent salty taste spread into my
mouth that I somehow gulped; I closed his fly.  Silvania stood up to take
leave; he embraced and gave me a kiss.  While dropping me back at my flat,
Rita declined my invitation for another cup of coffee at my place saying
with a giggle, "I have to return to Diaz .He has to unwind; I will stay
with him tonight." The next day Rita gave me an envelope containing a
handsome amount of money, "Savera, Diaz has conveyed his gratitude.  I have
told him that for the type of help you gave us last evening you might not
be generally available but he can always contact you through me.  Actually
he was enquiring a lot about you.  He was asking whether you are
contemplating remarriage and, if so, how were you likely to take it if he
proposed.  Incidentally, he is also toying up with the idea of taking you
in one of his films." "But I don't know ABC of acting, so why this
consideration?  And what is this talk about remarriage?" I asked.  "Silly,
the kind of films Diaz produces doesn't require so much of acting talent as
a good body and one's willingness and aptitude to be experimented with and
enjoy it too.  Regarding remarriage I am myself not sure what he has in
mind; he is a shrewd calculating type of man.  But he seems to have lost
his head on you.  He was also enquiring from me whether your lower portion
is also as beautiful as the torso.  Perhaps he has some film sequence in
mind; and when I said I had never seen you below the navel he did not
believe.  And, you know, what he said?" "What?" I asked.  "He said `we
would discover it together.' Naughty, isn't it?" she giggled.  "What does
it mean?" I asked unnecessarily.  "You know it, darling.  He was suggesting
a threesome, okay?  And it is not a bad idea," she said with a queer
expression, "and all depends on how open you are to this." "..." I did not
say anything.  She laughed and walked away, perhaps enjoying my state of
confusion.  But I knew it then itself that it would not be long before we
would be doing it.  Such had become the hold of Rita on me.  And the
occasion arose only after a few weeks.  One day as we were having tea, she
mentioned that Diaz' birthday was close by and she was quite keen to give
him a surprise.  "How?" I asked.  "By fulfilling the desire he expressed
sometime back, you would recall, about having a threesome with you.  But
all depends on you," she looked at me, her face having a queer expectant
expression.  "But I was under the impression that you had some special
feelings for Diaz; won't you like to spend time with him alone that day?" I
asked.  "It is true I have sincere regards for him and he has similar
feelings for me.  Also we know each other for several years, but we also
know that both of us are frequently seeing a number of others -
professionally and personally - and have no problem with it.  Well, this is
perhaps the basis of our strong and lasting relationship.  That is why I am
not only completely at ease in making this suggestion to you but is quite
keen about it.  Who knows yet another kind of relationship might emerge out
of this, I mean our trio, both you and I being bisexual?" she giggled, "I
can assure you Diaz is a very good performer.  You would find him strong
like a stallion." She winked at me.  "Well that is not the issue at the
moment.  The most important thing is that you want it...Okay, I will go
with you to wish Diaz a memorable birthday" I said.  "That's my girl," Rita
got up taking me in her arms and for the first time she gave me a long kiss
on the mouth.  We took a day off from the Bank on Diaz's birthday.  In the
forenoon, on Rita's insistence, we went to a small beauty parlour run by a
Korean mother and daughter at their home.  Rita had already booked it for
three hours.  I went for a facial while Rita had waxing, full body massage
and steam bath.  It was exhilarating.  As several hours had passed since I
had nursed Salma my breasts had become heavy with milk.  At Rita's
insistence, I allowed the beautician to express milk from them; she used an
electric double pump for this purpose that gave me a new experience as my
nipples tingled for a couple of hours.

   After coming out of the parlour we bought some flowers and a cake and
proceeded to Diaz's place.  Lights in the entire flat were too bright
perhaps to suit the occasion.  We locked ourselves in the house and closed
all windows and curtains.  We relaxed in the living room where Diaz and
Rita brought snacks and drinks.  The cake was cut signaling commencement of
the party.  Rita put on a musical CD - a slow dance number - and soon she
and Diaz began floating on the floor in each other's arms, also encouraging
me to join in, but I chose to watch them for a while.  Rita placed her head
over his chest and shut her eyes.  Soon their lips were locked in a long
kiss.  As Diaz held her in his arms, one of his hands went down to caress
her lower back and buttocks; he began kneading them in a circular motion.
As he continued his ministrations for some time heavy breathing and
grunting started emanating from her.  I thought that soon they would go for
full fledged sex and shut my eyes.  But they surprised me by disengaging
themselves and Rita sat beside me.  She was still panting eyes distended
and unfocussed; her whole body reeking sexual arousal; she lit a cigarette
and smiled to me.  Diaz suddenly pulled me up and embraced me.  I am no
good at dancing but somehow managed not to get entangled with his
movements. My breasts were pressed on his ribs.  From the side of my eyes I
saw Rita smiling and puffing at the cigarette.  A warmth started enveloping
my body as Diaz began kissing me; he was simultaneously uttering
endearments and how had I stirred his feelings and how eagerly he had been
waiting to be intimate with me, "not only your body but I want you...all of
you, Savera." Suddenly, his arms went under my armpits and he lifted me
from the ground in an iron embrace, gave me two or three circles in the air
and deposited me on the sofa by Rita's side.  She was much amused and
reeled with laughter; she then put an arm around me and gave me a long
kiss. Lunch time was approaching, so we washed and had a sumptuous meal. 
We retired to the bedroom to relax.  The bedroom too was well lit and
somewhat warm.  So, on Rita's suggestion we discarded our clothes.  I saw
Rita and Diaz fully naked for the first time, and they me.  Of course, they
have been very well familiar with each other's body.  I found Rita much
more sexy and beautiful than I had anticipated.  She is solidly built and
has maintained her body with regular care at massage and health parlours.
She keeps short hair almost like males and had thick voluptuous lips.  Her
heavy Double `D' breasts have perceptible sag but they jut forward a flat
belly by good six inches.  They are topped by extra large dark-pink oval
areole and almost inch long fat nipples.  The skin of the breasts has a few
scars and cut marks that make them look mature and much used up in an
erotic way; the fat deposit in them has made them solid and heavy.  Her
lips and nipples are of the same natural colour and appear swollen, begging
to be suckled.  Her thighs and calves are well shaped and strong.  She has
hairy genitals; two fat nether lips are quite concealed by thick growth of
black hair.  "You are staring; this is bad manners," she said with a mock
complaint pulling me to her, "the punishment is that you make love to me."
Before I could say anything she kissed me, her tongue entering my mouth;
her breath was already heavy with excitement.  But she managed to light a
cigarette as I took one of her magnificent nipples in my mouth.  Diaz too
is strong, hairy and well hung.  His penis at that time was semi-erect and
seemed to match that of Suhail's in length but was much thicker.  Rita
caught me looking at it, "You like this black beauty?" she asked naughtily
cupping his balls from below and leisurely jingling them and the penis,
"this little darling is a champion of marathon and knows no fatigue." She
gave a naghty laugh pulling the penis towards her.  Her ministrations had
effect on Diaz who moved to her side trying to cover a breast by his palm.
Sensing his mood, Rita handed me over the half smoked cigarette to finish
and gave a deep kiss to Diaz.  She playfully bit his lower lip saying
"happy birthday, darling" as he fully covered her.  He separated her legs
and pushed them back raising his midriff simultaneously; his erect penis
found the familiar target.  He took her roughly.  "Ouch, you haven't taught
manners to the little brute?" she said in mock anger.  "Sorry, things at
times go out of hand...of course, you always discipline him." "That's
true," she was propitiated.  They soon established an even rhythm; her
folded legs on both the sides of Diaz shook with his thrusts.  I finished
the cigarette and snuffed the butt out in the ash tray.  I saw one of
Rita's fat breasts slipping down her side, the quivering long nipple
beckoning for attention.  I moved near her, cupped the breast and took the
nipple in my mouth.  Rita looked towards me with a lustful gaze as her
nipple went turgid in my mouth and became soft after a while.  Diaz took
advantage of my nearness and one of his hands slipped between my thighs and
began playing with my pubes.  Soon his middle finger entered me while the
thumb started massaging my clitoris.  A sigh escaped from me as his
ministrations stirred up my passion.  Rita opened her eyes and crooned her
neck to investigate.  She smiled as her nipple became stiff again in my
suckling mouth.  They are a mature couple.  In the next half an hour they
changed several positions without losing contact.  Rita then experienced a
violent orgasm as she rode him.  She stopped her thrusts and laid her torso
upon him breathing heavily.  After a couple of minutes she disengaged
herself from him and lay on her back panting due to exertion, "Why
don't...you do Savera...  now?  She has...er...  been waiting..." Before I
could react a smiling Diaz crawled upon me, pushed my legs apart and used
his hand to guide his tool, freshly coated with Rita's juices, into me.  In
spite of such lubrication I had some inconvenience in accommodating his fat
penis.  Diaz was looking into my eyes as if to assess the reaction; he
stopped pushing for a while and when my body became somewhat used to his
size he pushed it in further.  I saw Rita smoking and watching us intently.
She smiled and gave me a long kiss as Diaz began his long slow thrusts. 
The girth of his tool stretched me quite a bit.  Over the next hour or so
we experimented with several positions until Diaz came into me following my
shattering orgasm.  Sexually I was satiated as never before.  Diaz held me
in his arms his spent penis still lodged inside my vagina.  Exhausted I
fell into a reverie, I had no idea for how long.  When I came around, I
observed Diaz and Rita leisurely making love.  They lay sideways and there
was not much of a movement.  From my angle I could see Diaz's fat black
penis firmly lodged into Rita's hairy vagina and slowly entering and coming
out by four to five inches as if it had a life of its own.  There was also
a lot of kissing and biting with whimpering and use of bawdy expressions in
low voices.  They sometimes laughed too.  Suddenly there was some shifting
on their part; I saw Rita's vaginal lips going into violent spasms around
Diaz's fat penis, a long muffled moan escaping her.  I saw a woman in the
throes of orgasm for the first time in my life.  They lay still for a few
minutes but did not disengage.  Within minutes they resumed the love play.
They seemed to be enjoying the togetherness and were oblivious of the
world, including me.  It was beautiful.  As I got up to visit the bathroom,
Rita called after me, "Darling, please make tea; it is almost evening,"
while they continued to press each other in action.  After about half an
hour I tiptoed from the kitchen to see whether they were ready.  They had
concluded love-making only moments ago and did not bother to cover up. 
Diaz sat smoking lazily, one of his legs spread along the length of the bed
and his back supported by the bed-stand, while Rita lay exhausted with her
eyes closed.  Wet traces shone all over her large parted thighs; she made
no effort to close them.  I returned to the kitchen and brought tea and
some snacks I could lay my hands on.  Rita got up with some effort and
placed her head on Diaz's chest for support.  She quietly removed the
cigarette from his fingers, took a few long puffs before gratefully
accepting the tea cup from me.  That evening both Diaz and Rita came to
drop me at my place.  Rita told me that she would stay at Diaz's place for
the night as well and would spend the week-end with me.  Perhaps there was
something on her mind.  I too was much tired after the day's ordeal.  After
putting Salma to sleep I literally passed out.  The next morning as I sat
feeding Salma all dressed up preparatory to leaving for the bank, Hamida
said in a low voice, "Madam, you are seeing some man...it is good for you.
If possible, think in terms of marriage as Baby (she addressed Salma so)
would soon start missing her father, pardon me if I exceeded my limits..."
"What are you talking about?  Which man you mean?" I feigned displeasure
though surprised at her guess.  "This soiled underwear is soaked with a
man's seed and you seem to have bled too," she waived a tell tale evidence
from distance.  Although I had washed at Diaz's place, I remembered that
for quite some time drops of semen had been slipping from my vagina and
that it still smarted a bit and might have spotted.  "Oh, don't you think
you are embarrassing me by referring to such a personal matter?" I
outwardly put up a brave face.  "Madam, thousand pardons, we women may have
our own compulsions and need in such matters, but the basic interests of
children must not be ignored...This is just what I meant.  Kindly don't
take it otherwise.  I'll not mention it again," she was truly apologetic.
"It's okay Hamida, I know you meant well of me," I concluded the
conversation.  But several times during the day the thought of Salma
missing her father kept on crossing my mind.  It was not a happy feeling;
it took me a day or two to get over it.

   Just before the next weekend two things happened.  Hamida expressed the
desire to go home for a few days and Rita suggested that I should spend the
weekend at her place or else she would come to mine.  The latter
alternative was preferred because of Salma's convenience.  On Friday
evening Rita drove along me from the bank to my place.  It took her only a
few minutes to unpack her suitcase and settle down.  There was
uninterrupted talking between us punctuated only by attention given to
Salma.

   After dinner, as I sat nursing Salma, Rita announced a surprise for me.
She put on a small screen on the bedroom wall and a projector and stereo
that she had brought with her.  Soon we were seeing an hour long film
depicting love making involving a trio - a man and two women.  The man was
strong and well hung while the women were mature and voluptuous.  As the
film was still continuing Salma fell asleep and I carefully laid her on the
far side of the bed.  The actions of the trio in the film were highly
erotic and arousing.  Suddenly many things began appearing familiar - the
furniture, the eatables, the dancing and the style, though not the faces
and the voices.  "Why, Rita, someone has filmed us ...the time we spent at
Diaz's place...on his birthday?" I blurted out with surprise still mixed
with disbelief and shock as the reality began dawning upon me.  "Not
someone, the hidden automatic cameras at his place...Diaz has converted the
entire house into a studio...The whole clip has been heavily edited insofar
as the cinematography is concerned and the dialogues and voices have been
added and dubbed by the professionals..."she tried to explain.  "But the
whole thing has been without our knowledge...my at least and...and several
others must have seen our bodies...naked bodies...and the things we did..."
I was deeply nervous and angry; tears came to my eyes.  "Cool down baby,
cool down," she said, "you are over reacting.  I too am involved but I have
no qualms.  No one is going to blackmail or take advantage of us.  I sat
with Diaz and two technicians, both women, whom we know for years, to do
this.  They themselves have done several of Diaz's blue films as models and
are far emancipated to bother about naked bodies.  It is all in good fun
and nothing further would ever be done without your prior consent.  Don't
you trust me ...and Diaz?" she kissed me licking tears from my cheeks and
pressing my head to her cushiony bosom.  "But...but what is the good
idea...why was it done at all?" I was still sobbing.  "Well, insofar as I
am concerned, it was in good fun to share it with you as I too am involved.
I find sex amongst consenting adults in all its forms a very beautiful
thing - a boon of God.  I also thought it would reignite feelings in you
now that we are getting sexually interested with each other," she
inadvertently began playing with my braless breasts under the short shirt,
"And Diaz is somehow keen to have a long term relationship with you which
might also involve helping him in doing such films for commercial purposes,
though you ...us ...may not do anything that is found disagreeable..." Her
fingers at my breasts were smudged with some drops of milk; she licked them
demonstratively looking into my eyes and reading amusement on my face,
bared them fully and began suckling a breast in right earnest.  I was
surprised that she could suckle milk that easily, but as I had just then
nursed Salma my breast became dry within minutes.  "Hey, what is this?" I
asked her gruffly as she looked up with a twinkle in her eyes.  "Farha is
not the only woman to have fetish for breast milk.  I wanted to do this
since I saw you emptying breasts at the wash basin in the bank.  Do you
mind?" she replied.

   Over the next two days we came much closer.  There was frequent
love-making.  We had already seen each other naked.  So, there was no
problem in moving about half or fully naked in the house.  I was surprised
at my lesbian nature that came into full play that weekend as also my
liking for naturism.  On the concluding night of her stay with me, as we
lay naked under the covers, I broached the problem that had been haunting
me for a couple of days - the possibility of Salma missing her father. 
"Diaz has perhaps not factored Salma when he talked to you about marrying
me, or else he is not serious about the proposal...," I said, "And insofar
as I am concerned, I would like to lead a settled life now.  There has been
enough fooling around for sex and extra income...And I also seem to have
lost the appetite for such sex...the feeling has become weak at least. 
Perhaps it has to do with the body changes since I gave birth to Salma... "
I spoke frankly to her.

   "You have raised several issues," she said," and let me react to them
one by one.  Diaz has fallen in love with you as a person; at least this is
what he mentioned to me.  Remember he has choices.  Salma is very much in
the deal; she will immediately get a father.  I think the marriage with
Diaz would automatically mean a settled life for you.  What he is worried
about is whether you are ready to accept him as such, that is, along with
his life style and profession that would require attending to other women
as well...  I too included.  There is no compulsion for you to join that
aspect of his life although any help from you would be welcome.  Regarding
losing of appetite for sex, let me tell you it is a temporary phenomenon.
You would certainly regain it.  Loosening of muscles does take place of
most women after child birth.  But to cure that there are exercises -
effective ones.  Have you ever heard of Kegel exercises?  Well, I can tell
you about it and if you rigorously do it for about a month or so you would
develop gripping power as never before.  Many women become what they call
"nut crackers" or "beak owners" with practice.  So that is not much of an
issue."

   "And may I know why you are so keen about my agreeing to Diaz's
proposal?" I asked.

   "I am glad that you asked this," she said.  "Actually I too have been
thinking about a settled life for quite some time.  But in my case marriage
is not the solution because I find the typical married life too dull and
restricted.  I do, however, wish to have regular sex - but not with `a' man
- and children which is the natural urge of all women and for which
age-wise I would be getting late after a few years.  I have been toying up
with the idea to have a `live-in' relationship without seeking my partner
to be responsible for my upkeep and even that of the children if I beget
any.  And as I myself subscribe to polyamory, I would not mind - why, I
would even encourage - my partner to have relationships with other women,
and men also if he likes, among my acquaintances too.  You will agree that
it is not easy to find such a man who is also likable in other respects. 
In Diaz I see an excellent partner for a live-in relationship - along with
you.  And if you marry him and subscribe to my total deal, it would be just
wonderful.  Perhaps I cannot pray for anything more in this life." Her
voice choked betraying sentiments; she took me in a passionate bear hug,
showering kisses all over me.

   It took me several days and two long meetings with Diaz before I could
make up my mind into the matter.  I asked Diaz more than once why he wanted
to marry me and his reply was consistent and convincing, "I find you
likable and attractive.  I know yours has been a sad life and your basic
goodness has been eclipsed by unfortunate circumstances, greed and
seduction.  Persons like you are honest and sincere; it would be my
pleasure to restore a socially and morally healthy life to you...  and to
Salma who might otherwise experience serious problems in life from an early
age.  This will do much good to me as well as it might induce me to come
out of the evil circumstances that I have created for myself although that
might take me some time.  Rita's adjustment is acceptable to me as she has
proved to be a good friend and she loves both of us individually, and we
reciprocate to her.  She too needs support from us.  And she might prove to
be a source of strength to both of us."

   I condescended to Diaz's proposal.  It was the biggest decision of my
life.  A week before Salma's birthday we got married in a simple ceremony.
Rita too came to live with us.  It was a peculiar marriage in more than one
respect.  The nuptial bed had space for three that was fully used right
from the wedding night.  The baby's bed was in the same room.  The ten-day
long honeymoon in Switzerland comprised three adults and a year old baby.
The romantic interlude of the occasion also had two other combinations -
between two women and amongst one man and two women.

   Six years later:

   My marriage and Rita's live-in arrangement with Diaz & me has given to
all of us and to little Salma settled lives.  Two more little lives have
joined us - Rita & Diaz's son Feroze and mine & Diaz's son Sameer.  Both
would soon be four years old and are only 20 days apart, Feroze being
senior.  It would be more correct to say that all are children of us three
as they truly belong to the same family.  Rita and I have co-nursed our
sons; even Salma, who is yet to wean completely, sometimes suckles Rita. 
We are expecting two more to join our family.  Rita and I are along 5
months and 3 months, respectively.

   Contentment has not left our persons unaffected.  Salma has grown tall
and has become very talkative; she studies in Class 2 and is leader of the
children at home.  Diaz has done well in his business.  He has developed a
little paunch and a double chin.  But his performance in the bed is
unaffected.  He continues to do other women, which is quite a professional
necessity for him.  Rita has put on some weight in spite of her regular
exercises at the gym and visits to spa; but the extra weight has been at
the right places - at the hips and breasts that now sag more perceptibly.
In short, she has become rounder and more womanly.  She continues to see
other men and sometimes women too, but has of late been talking of winding
up her `social contact club'.  I too have put on some weight, like Rita,
but being 10 years younger to her am able to carry it well.  Both I and
Rita have quit our jobs at the bank.  We have of late been planning to open
a consultancy organization.  Rita has done some films for Diaz as well.  I,
however, have been more selective and have done only lesbian scenes that
too involving themes that interest me, such as, therapy for frigid wives,
mothers who shun breastfeeding to retain their figure, teaching lessons to
women who sexually torture their husbands or boyfriends, etc.  Both Diaz
and Rita feel amused about my increasing inclination for lesbianism and
reforming women.  Diaz freely allows and even encourages women who work for
his films to have independent relationship with me.  But for some
occasional flings I desist from having any lasting relationship with them.
The culmination point in my life seems to have arrived and I do not want
any more complications and uncertainties.  Although it takes time, one does
learn by experience to value what one has got.  And then one feels like
saying `That's it'.  (CONCLUDED)