Adultery Indian Wife & Construction Guys by shiprat

[Ramesh_Rocky]

Eventually their chat session wrapped up. Each of the men was given a chance to feel me up before they left, much like always.

When we walked back inside the house, the wives were holding some of their own clothes.

"Make yourself decent and come with us for a bath if you like." Fatima said. "It is dark now."

But before I could say anything, Sajid said,

"No point in any of you bathing right now. Except Zahra."

All four of us looked at each other in understanding. I was still told to change into the salwar kurta though because the kids would be back for dinner. I helped Shabnam and Fatima set up dinner while Zahra went to bathe and then gather the kids and bring them back. As I did the chores, I was looking forward to the night. By our usual standards, it had been an eternity since our last sex session and the showing off to his friends had made me even randier than usual. Shabnam pouting, but clearly Fatima was feeling the same as me because at one point she stroked my ass and said,

"Should be a fun night."

Dinner was a mundane affair again. I wondered what the logistics of the night would be, given all these kids and such a tiny house. I got the answer to that soon as Zahra sent off the older kids for "sleepovers" at their respective friends'. And the youngest two were put to bed on a cot outdoors. With Zahra keeping them company. As mattresses were unrolled and spread out on the floor, she said,

"Remember to keep it down."

Shabnam started following Zahra out, but Sajid said to her,

"You're staying inside."

"What?"

"You heard me."

She glared at him, but obediently stayed back. I was on pins and needles with randiness, so was a little surprised when mattresses were laid out and everyone started sleeping. It was Shabnam at one end, then Sajid, then Fatima, and then me. The light was turned off. And soon I heard a couple of them snoring. I stayed awake, assuming that Sajid would come over and mount me like he always did. But a long time went by and there was no activity. I had not gotten much sleep the previous night anyway, so I drifted off too.

I had a bizarre and very realistic seeming dream. I was decked up as bride and walking into a packed hall. I saw my entire family sitting on one side, including my parents, my sister, and all my uncles, aunts and nephews. On the other side were all of Sajid's friends and family. Sajid himself was dressed like a groom. When I reached him there was a kazi standing next to him. Who looked me up and down and said,

"Who gives this woman away?"

"I do." Suddenly Tarun appeared by my side and spanked me on the ass saying. "You're such a delicious slut, Purva. This is even sluttier than I imagined."

"You look lovely, mamma." I turned around and saw my son Apu sitting with Sajid's kids.

"The older three wives. Do they have any objections?" the kazi said and they appeared by us.

"No we do not." they said in unison.

"Alright, now we will have the ceremonial disrobing of the bride."

"What?" I said. "In front of everyone?"

Fatima slid over and her fingers started tugging at the knot of my lehenga.

"No, wait. Sajid?" I tried to protest. He was ignoring me and instead was grabbing Shabnam by the waist.

"It's okay, sister. It's her turn. Let me pleasure you." I felt Fatima's breath as she whispered in my ear.

And then suddenly the marriage scene and everyone and the bright lights disappeared and I was on the floor of the mud hut. With Fatima, only in a blouse, on top of me and untying my salwar. My dream had merge with reality as it often happens.