This story follows a period of time after Zeenat was first introduced in "Bachelor Party Vengeance" as a wife whose plan to nail her husband's infidelity goes seriously sideways.
I
"You want me to do what?!!!"
The very idea of what my husband Rafiq's dear friend, not to mention the groom-to-be of my best friend Karen, had just said to me was a serious shock to my system.
"Give it a thought and I'm sure you'll see the enjoyment and excitement in it," Hemant replied in a very measured tone as his hands slipped under my skirt, caressed my legs and worked up towards my pussy.
II
It was not the first time Hemant had intimately touched my private parts. In fact, we had been more than extremely intimate at a rather memorable bachelor party a while ago. Almost three years had passed since Hemant, Rafiq and others had planned to have a hooker over as entertainment for their buddy Aftab's bachelor party. Hemant's girlfriend and now fiancée, Karen, had discovered the plan and hatched a counter scheme. Somehow she had found the contact for the call girl and cancelled the arrangement. Instead both of us had dressed up as ladies of the night and gone to the event, with the idea of busting our mates. Rather than nailing the errant partners, however, we had both ended up being fucked every which way by the more than half dozen men at the party. Although my husband had not discovered my identity during the orgy, Hemant had recognized me from my wedding ring which I had forgotten to remove. First he had fingered me to a shattering orgasm while the others watched and shouted encouragement. As Karen kept the others occupied, Hemant had taken me to his bedroom where we had made passionate love. After I sucked his cock for a while he proceeded to fuck my pussy. Hemant had then tried to anally take me but his dick was too large to get into my backside and I was thankfully reprieved. Some days later he confessed that he had been aware that both Karen and I were the hookers but had played along. His hope was that I would give him an opportunity for another fuck soon. I had had many fantasies afterwards of a second encounter with him, but the stars had never aligned.
III
The invitation from Hemant to meet at a somewhat out of the way but chic coffee shop in Dubai was both unexpected and intriguing. He had waited till Rafiq had left for work and then asked simply if I was up to having a friendly coffee with him. I wondered what to wear and picked a floral skirt and heels. I had not talked to him one to one since the wedding nearly three years ago, though the men had kept each other company at golf frequently.
"It's so nice to see you Zeenat," Hemant had a big smile as he greeted me. I did not mind at all as he quickly kissed me on the lips, though the other patrons in the place definitely stared as a result. Putting his arm around my waist he led me to a table near a window. I noted that it was rather small and that our legs were constantly touching as we sat, talked and enjoyed our coffee.
"Congratulations on finally deciding to make Karen an honest woman," I let him know that Karen had already told me the good news
"Well I am glad that is out of the way," Hemant responded, "so now we can get down to more serious things."
"And what pray tell would those be," I mused.
This is when he dropped the big one on me. The request was so unexpected that I froze with the coffee cup halfway to my mouth.
"I would very much like Xenia to be the star of my bachelor party, in an even better way than for Aftab's event!" I remembered that Karen and I had used the aliases Julia and Xenia at that party so we would not be recognized.
What Hemant was directly asking was for me to this time willingly be the whore for perhaps a half dozen or more of his friends, most likely including my own husband. My first instinct was to fling my coffee into his face, but a scene like that in Dubai was not going to be good news for anyone. As I mulled over my answer, Hemant had grabbed one of my legs, removed the shoe, and was now busy caressing it.
"No, absolutely not," I finally responded after an extended moment.
"C'mon Zeenat you cannot tell me that your last experience as a hooker was not exciting and invigorating," he continued, "hell Rafiq raved for days after Aftab's wedding about how you had suddenly rediscovered your sexuality in bed!"
So my lying bastard husband had been talking about our sex life with all and sundry. I wanted to strangle him, but also was happy that he still had not figured out that I had been one of the main dishes on the menu at Aftab's party.
"Good for him but still no!" I held firm.
"Karen will be heartbroken and I have never asked you for any favours!" Hemant continued to cajole me with an inane line of reasoning while his hands rode all the way up my leg.
"Listen Hemant if this is about you having sex with me again, we can go right across the street to that hotel, get naked, make love, and forget everything else," I was blunt and to the point, and though beginning to get a little irritated by his insistence I bent forward to let him have a peek at the top of my breasts.
"That is not the point my dear," Hemant kept at it, "I thought you really got the last event going well and I felt a repeat would be a win-win for everyone."
"I still believe you are barking up the wrong tree!" I hoped the matter was closed.
"Well if you do have a change of heart, the event is not in Dubai but in Cyprus and you will be treated very well," he provided more information.
"So if I rhetorically say I would like a first class trip there, a few days at a 5-star hotel, and let's say fifty thousand dirhams for a one-night bachelor party, you would agree to my terms," I made a ridiculous suggestion hoping to shut him up.
"Done," he said, completely deflating my case and leaving my speechless for a moment.
"Did you win the lottery or something?" I could not believe he would be ready to pay so much.
"No, but you do know that Karen's family is loaded. We do have a very large budget for the wedding, the bachelor and bachelorette parties, and our honeymoon in South Africa," Hemant replied with confidence, his hand having insinuated itself under my panties and with two fingers tickling the insides of my cunt.
I would have liked to tell him to stick that wealth where the sun did not shine but my pussy contracted at the very moment due to the fingers in it and I had one of the best orgasms of my life. Thank God the shop was nearly empty or my suppressed yelp would certainly have been noticed.
As my spasm subsided, Hemant pulled his fingers out of me, slowly licked the stickiness off, smiled and said, "I'll give you a few days to think it over; after all I am a perfect gentleman!"
IV
"Gentlemen some of us have already had the pleasure of Xenia's company at Aftab's bachelor party, and you will all remember that she was delicious," Hemant announced to the group in the large hotel suite, "unfortunately her partner Julia was unable to make it so we do have additional support on hand."
The group began to howl, whistle and clap with gusto. They had every reason to do so. Those who I had previously entertained knew that I was game to pretty much any perversion. Those who were seeing me for the first time liked the fact that I was showing a lot of skin in a short black miniskirt that allowed my décolletage to spill out somewhat, long stockings and heels. While I had gone fully blonde for the prior party, Hemant had suggested a somewhat darker blonde-brown shade for my hair. The coloured contacts suited me well and provided comfort against discovery. Yes I looked sensational!
I had been expecting the usual six men, but quickly counted that there were twice as many males as the last time. While the group had always been multi-ethnic, the presence of some of African, Oriental and Cypriot men added another dimension. My eyes sought out and found Rafiq in one corner busy sucking the tits of a Chinese girl sitting topless in his lap with her legs around him. I noted three other partially clothed females in the crowd, one decidedly Greek, another Lebanese or Syrian, and a third with distinct Latin features. I was relieved that I was not going to be the only object of lust eradication.
Hemant took my hand and led me right up to the edge of a table in the middle of the room. A slight nudge to my waist directed me to bend down over it. As I did so, he put his hands under my skirt and ripped off the slight panty I had been wearing. I figured the first fuck was about to happen and readied myself for the intrusion of man meat. Instead I was surprised as Hemant applied a cool cream to my asshole and then inserted a rounded piece, akin to a baby's pacifier, of plastic inside me. Straightening me up, he fixed my dress back and handed me a glass of champagne. The butt plug was a new experience for me, and while invasive did not hurt as I thought it may have. Still realizing that everyone's eyes had been on me as Hemant had put the item up my rectum, I chugged the spirit down in a flash. Hemant had another glass ready for me in a moment.
V
The short coffee shop episode with Hemant had left me horny as hell. I figured Rafiq would be back in under an hour from his office and may appreciate a hot wife ready for sex. A few minutes later than I expected, the apartment door opened and Rafiq entered with his usual "I am home sweetheart" announcement. But just as he turned the corner from the foyer into the living room he added "and we have company." I was mortified when that second sentence reached my ears and suddenly froze as a group of four guys, including Rafiq, entered the living room. Aftab, Robert and Andy all stood with their mouths agape staring at me. Rafiq also had no words coming from his mouth.
I had patiently been waiting for my husband to come home and fuck the living daylights out of me. Making sure that he would rise to the occasion, I was standing stark naked in front of a partially curtained window on the side of the room farthest away from the doors to the rest of the apartment, one hand on my head, the other on the windowsill, my tits erect as could be, and left leg crossed in front of the right one. I had put on a sharp pair of sunglasses that he Rafiq had given on my last birthday, creating just the right visage. Of course, I had completely ignored keeping a bathrobe or some other piece of clothing around.
Instead of just a randy husband with an erection, I now probably had four dicks up. My face and body turned red with no explanation coming from any side. The only course of action was to rush out with as much dignity as possible and seek refuge in our bedroom. This meant that I had to walk right up to and across where the four men were standing before I could get to the exit. I mustered the willingness and took the first step. None of the men made any attempt at either clothing me or asking if they could be of help as I passed within a couple of feet from them. Their eyes, however, remained on my naked body throughout until I left their line of sight. A few seconds later I was lying on my bed, shaking with both anger and embarrassment
