I slay slumped over the mattress leaking from my cunt and breathing and moaning heavily. Fatima and Shabnam were both looking exhausted too, and moaning writhing themselves. Our man himself though, Sajid, after a bravura performance, seemed only slightly winded. Fatima slowly crawled over and started lapping at my pussy and cleaning it up. Shabanm crawled to Sajid started licking his dick clean.
There was a lot of heavy breathing and sighing in the room. The two wives seemed completely spent. Each of them curled up wherever she was and looked about to pass out. I was feeling sleepy too, but I knew my lover better than to expect this to be the end of the night's activities. He pulled me over into his embrace and started pawing me all over, playing with my tits, my nipples, and rubbing my pussy. I also fondled and kissed and licked his sweaty hairy body.
I had never been able to be completely honest with Tarun about the extent and frequency of Sajid and my sex romps, in case Tarun felt slighted or emasculated in comparison. Tarun was a very good, gentle, and virile lover himself, and I had never been dissatisfied with him. But in terms of sheer stamina, Sajid was on a whole other level altogether. Except the very first time he had fucked me, when he came into a condom quickly, he had shown tremendous staying power.
What was even more remarkable was how quickly he was ready to go again. Especially if I used my oral skills on him. I usually recovered and started feeling horny myself in about fifteen minutes. Or rather, I never stopped feeling horny. Back when he still used to have conversations with me, he had told me no one used the mouth, the tongue, and the fingers quite like I did. So as long as I was willing to go down on him right away, which I almost always did after regaining my breath, we had not found the limits to his stamina or appetite. How much and how often we had sex was limited only by practical concerns like his job or my family.
He was proud of his stamina and said a main reason he was a serial philanderer and polygamist was that he always wore women out. Be it his wife or one of his many mistresses, he had not found anyone who could keep up with his full-tilt pounding for more than once or twice in a day. And they usually needed a long rest to recover. But in me, he said, he had finally found his match. His sexual soul-mate, he used to say.
And I guess that's why he felt so upset and slighted when he caught me "cheating" on him. Because he realized that I was more than just a match for him in appetite and stamina and lust. I exceeded it. Even with my husband making love to me regularly during the night and Sajid at that time banging me at whenever he could sneak away from work during the day, I had given in to the advances of two of his fellow construction workers.
Of course, calling it "cheating" was ridiculous. Given Sajid's own complete lack of morals, in addition to the fact that we were both married to other people, there was no infidelity in that relationship. I had no emotional or societal attachment to him. I was not beholden to him. And I am sure he did not really expect commitment as such. My fucking those other men just seemed to demonstrate to him that he was not the sexual alpha anymore. It was me. And it dented his lifelong arrogance about his sexual prowess and abilities. The tattoo on my ass was more to compensate for this new insecurity than anything else.
Anyway, this night, I had spent five minutes with him in my mouth, bringing him back to an erect state. I felt he was ready. And I got on all fours. He lined up his dick and the pounding started. The hut was filled with the familiar sounds of our skins slapping. Shabnam had fallen asleep by now. Fatima was watching us groggily, half a smile on her face. I wondered if she might join us. But soon she was also asleep.
And in that dark hut illuminated by just star light from a window, as my tits swung back and forth rapidly, I felt the same ecstatic waves that had gotten me addicted to this arrogant boor of a man.
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"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 Muslim?"
"Not that. I don't care about Hindu Muslim 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."
