Adultery Indian Wife & Construction Guys by shiprat

[Ramesh_Rocky]

"Sister, wake up." I felt Fatima's voice at my ear again.

"Hmmm?" I was naked except for the bra, next to a snoring Sajid. Shabnam was putting her clothes on in the corner.

"It is almost dawn. We are going to take baths before it gets bright. Will you be able to walk with us?"

"Yes, sure." I said, stretching and getting up to get dressed.

A few minutes later, the three of us were silently walking in the darkness towards the washing pond. Fatima and Shabnam both seemed still exhausted and not fully recovered from the assault. There was some groaning and bending of legs once in a while. I felt some compassion for them both. We had been bonded by a perverted and memorable foursome. Being stacked on top of each other and then fucked is not something I was expecting.

"What did you eat growing up?" Fatima said and chuckled.

"Excuse me?"

"Your stamina. My god! He banged you two more times, didn't he?"

I blushed and nodded.

"Real whore." Shabnam grumbled and spat, this time at the ground.

I stopped and raised my voice a little.

"Okay, what the hell is your problem, Shabnam? Why do you hate me so much even now?"

She glared at me and said,

"Just because he fucked you stacked on top of me does not change anything."

"But what is your problem?" I asked. "You yourself were once having a fling with him. Why are you so angry at me?"

"Because you're not one of us, but you're acting like you are." she said and started walking.

I followed her not intending to let this topic slide.

"You mean because I am not a '.?"

"Not that. I don't care about ***** '. or whatever."

"Then?"

"Aapa, Fatima and I...we are like sisters. We are part of this journey together. Yes, I started off having a purely sexual affair with the man. But then I became part of this family. Had his kids, built a life with him. A shared life, yes, but still, a life. You...you're like a tourist."

"A tourist?"

"Yes, a tourist. This is not real to you. This is some housewife fantasy that you are living out. You have no idea of the realities of being with that man, other than as a fuck toy."

"Take it easy, Shabnam." Fatima said patiently. "She's not the first woman he banged on the side nor will she be the last."

"But she is the first one he brought home."

"He brought me home. And you."

"Yes. As wives. And we became part of it together."

"So what? You want me to leave my husband and marry him too? Is that what you're saying?" I asked.

"Of course not. I just don't understand why you are here. He was fucking you well and good in your house. Why did you have to come all the way here to make the rest of us feel inadequate?"