Rekha gave one final look in the mirror at her shapely figure. Her sleeveless blouse and sari looked stunning on her well maintained body. Like any other day, she was dressed to kill. But tonight, she made double sure that she looked as ravishing as possible. Going to Waseem and Masooma's place was fun. This Pakistani couple lived only a block away from their apartment in an upscale Singapore neighborhood and remains their best friends. It seems odd that how many Indians and Pakistanis get along well together in foreign lands, keeping away the bitter rivalry their countries have.
"We are getting late babe," her husband Vinod said entering the room. He looked at his pretty wife adorably. "Simply stunning," he said encircling her slim waist in his arms from behind.
"You will mess up my dress," she said trying to wriggle out of his grip as Vinod tried to massage one of her boobs. He ignored her protests. "We will be late darling ... Waseem and Masooma are waiting for us."
"Okay," he said reluctantly. "But I simply can't resist," he said ogling at her bare tummy. The sari was really tied low -- below the navel. "Waseem will surely like it and you will make Masooma jealous," he said jokingly.
"You are a real pervert," she said smiling. "One should not talk about his wife like this."
Unlike many South Asians, they had an open relationship and suggestive talk was a routine.
"Waseem will surely feast his eyes today, Vinod said driving the car.
"And you will do the same with his wife. You embarrass me the way you ogle at her. It is not nice," Rekha said in a serious tone.
"She seems a real sexy bitch. If you allow, should I try my luck?" Vinod said in a mocking tone.
"As you need my permission ... but get ready to be thrashed by Waseem," Rekha hissed, getting a bit angry.
"You can save me ... I allow you to do some serious flirting with Waseem."
"Shut-up," Rekha said. You are really out of your mind today.
"Yes, I am."
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Waseem welcomed the guests with a broad smile -- warmly shaking hand first with Vinod and then with Rekha.
"Bhabi (brother's wife -- a common term in South Asia used even for friends) you are looking nice and fresh as usual," he said greeting Rekha.
You never gave such a compliment to this bahai (brother) of yours," Vinod joked. "Where is Masooma. I will also throw a couple of compliments to equal the score."
"She is in the kitchen ... go and say whatever you want," Waseem said laughing.
"You are removing me from the scene so that you can flirt with Rekha .... I will give you this opportunity and in return avail your offer," Vinod said pouring Whisky in the crystal glass. He winked and hurried toward the kitchen.
"He is crazy, Waseem said offering Rekha a seat right beside her. "As I have permission from your gallant husband to ... if you don't mind."
What has gone wrong with you two, Rekha said blushing.
Waseem's eyes were roaming on Rekha's figure... her smooth arms, her low cleavage, her tummy, her navel. He liked this Indian beauty the first day he met her some six months ago at an office party. Her oval face, raven black hair, firm round breasts and shapely hips ... he was in a trans. He had a lovely wife, but then there are so many shades of beauty in the world. One can admire them all. Rekha was slightly darker and slimmer than Masooma. But they both were killer beauties in their own right.
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Vinod sneaked into the kitchen and for few seconds admired Masooma's well-formed back -- especially hips. She was wearing a white top and a pair of rugged jeans.
"Bhabi today I have permission from your dear husband to express my long-standing devotion, and love to you," he said in a light tone.
Oh my God! It's you ...you frightened me," Masooma said turning with a knife in her hand with which she was pealing onions.
"Where is Rekha?
"Getting cozy with Waseem in the drawing room ... And I am here to express my love and devotion to you," Vinod said in a mocking dramatic tone.
