Time seemed to come to a stand still for Masooma. What she witnessed moments ago, she never imagined in her dreams. Has the world gone crazy? Is she hallucinating? How could her husband fuck a woman right in front of her? How can a husband watch his wife taken by another person? But all the four characters, including her own self were right there -- in the living room of her house.
Her husband, Waseem, was still lying naked with her head buried in the boobs of her friend Rekha on the sofa. Both seemed oblivious of their surroundings -- or so they pretended. The semi dark room smelled of sex. She could feel Vinod -- Rekha's husband -- stand a couple of feet away from her. She could feel his presence crawling on her skin. The sex show had shocked her. She felt numb from inside. What she should do? How she should react? Her mind was swirling .... Deep inside her was anger and desire.
She was confused. Anger and desire -- a strange mix! She knew why she was angry. But what's her desire? She could not think straight. All these thoughts, all these emotions passed in a seconds. She saw her husband gently nibbling Rekha's tits ... dark brown tits. She could feel Vinod inching toward her. She had to make up her mind -- quick. She can't submit herself to the circumstances. If circumstances are pushing her into a direction -- she could at least set the pace, dictate her terms.
"Waseem," her voice croaked. Her mouth was dry -- the sound of her voice seemed strange.
Waseem and Rekha looked toward her. There seemed no panic, no guilt in their eyes. They looked at her impassively.
With one gentle swing of her arm, Masooma signaled Vioned to stand where he was.
"Waseem I don't know what you are thinking ... but do you realize that you have changed our relationship once for all. We could never be the same again," she said.
"Masooma ..." Waseem tried to say something.
"You just listen ... don't say a word. Your actions are speaking right now," she hissed. "You fuck Rekha or anyone you want ... whenever you want. I will not complain. I will not shed a tear. But get ready that I will do the same. I am not asking for your permission. It is my declaration. Maybe you also want the same --- to see your wife in the lap of others. I will not disappoint you or myself. Our relationship has changed," she said as she was speaking a monologue on the stage. "You two enjoy."
She turned toward Vinod, who was watching the scene with an erect dick trying to burst out of his trousers.
"You tried to fondle my breasts and I pushed you away. And then you offered your wife to my husband ... I know why. A risky, but smart move ... you know how to get things you want and pay the price also," Masooma said.
Vinod just smiled.
"Now let's show them we also know the art of love, he quipped.
"Love ... no. We will show them the art to fuck," she said moving toward him.
