ACKNOWLEDGMENT
It is always great to read good stories at LITEROTICA. The reading pleasure is, however, multiplied when one come across a story that, not only is well written, but is also relevant to one's own cultural idiosyncrasies. Being from subcontinent, it is always great to find an author who can come up to all your expectations; creative flair, command on language, and above all, sensitivity to cultures: both own and alien. Such contributions give great encouragement to infrequent writers, like me, to contribute to LITEROTICA.
One such author is MUGHALPUNJABI, who is not only a great storyteller, but is also wonderfully well versed with language and cultures. I had read, and enjoyed all his stories.
I wrote my first contribution for LITEROTICA by writing a sequel for 'STRANGE WAYS' by another author 'HORNYPAKI'. I wrote a few chapters of with the title 'MY AUTOBIOGRAPHY' and received a mixed response. So after a fairly long sabbatical, I will try to add to my contributions by writing a sequel to 'SHIREEN'S STORY' that was authored by Mr. MUGHALPANJABI.
I must state here that this is just a try to explore possibilities that exists in this great story. I will try to do my best, with a request to the readers and the author of original story, to forgive me for any lapses in my effort.
SYNOPSIS – ORIGINAL STORY
The original story is about a Pakistani couple, Akbar and Shireen, both young and loving; and above all sexually adventurous. The story started in the backdrop of husband being employed in a Middle Eastern country. The husband, Akbar, sexually more open then average males of subcontinent, initiates his wife, Shireen, into a series of sexual adventures by first taking her to a poolside party in a bikini. Though initially averse to the idea, wife ends up enjoying some sexual intimacy with Akbar's colleagues, right in front of him.
The couple later moves to US and opens up more when the wife restarts her academics. Partially due to financial reasons, but more due to the newly discovered openness of their marriage, Shireen accepts an offer for modeling as a human subject for an art class. She ended up posing sensually in nude with a male model; all with the consent and encouragement of her husband.
Though no actual intercourse took place but a discussion was incited between the couple for possibility of adding another male partner in their marital bed. The initial resistance and hiccups went off when an old colleague of husband, Hernan, appeared. The first threesome takes place as a celebration of the couple's wedding anniversary.
It was more fun then what was initially anticipated by both husband and wife but not much happens after it, at least for a year. Hubby got bogged down with his work commitments and was out of town on their next wedding anniversary. This time Shireen, the wife, took matters in her hands and made the anniversary memorable by surprising her out-of-town husband by sending her a video tape, couriered by a beautiful lady; Kerri, containing a home made porno movie of Shireen with the previous anniversary partner Hernan. The lady, who was also bare under her soon-shed-raincoat, turned out to be the girlfriend of Hernan and was sent with the videotape right after the recording with the purpose of a long distance wife/ partner swapping.
The story further developed when the couple was invited to a Super Bowl party by Hernan and Kerri, where they ended up in a wild orgy. The experience had its ups and downs, but Shireen had more admirers, all of whom were not all that gentle.
The story ended up with Shireen berating her husband on their way back from the party when she tells him that he had converted her into a whore. She also asserted to him that from that point of their marriage, she would have sex at her will. Akbar, the husband, looked over all their sexual adventures with mixed feelings but decides in the end that despite the jealousy or competition that he is likely to face in future, he in fact loves his wife. After all she had become what he had wanted her to be.
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The Continuation
The month that followed Super Bowl Party was the worst month that I ever had in my entire married life. Shireen kept to herself; did not talk to me at all even when I tried to generate a conversation. She slept in the same bed but did not allow me even to touch her when I tried. She did all house chores but spent most of our time together brooding alone. She also developed a liking of taking long walks alone at nights.
In that month, I thought hard about the past, the present and the likely future of our marriage. I thought that whether my insistence for initiating Shireen on this path was worth the pain and hurt that she was undergoing. Many a times I said 'sorry' to her but she shooed my attempts at reconciliation with an iron curtain of silence.
I even talked to Hernan and Kerri, who despite being concerned listeners to my sufferings, were incapable of providing effective advice by virtue of being from a different cultural background. Both tried to talk to Shireen, but, as per their later replies, were met with iciness by my wife. I was told by them that she simply cut them short by saying that she did not want to discuss anything.
So, by the end of that month, I was a nervous wreck; blaming myself for the rotten state of my marriage, love and sex life. It was not jealousy that made me apprehensive as regards to Shireen having sex with other guys, or even with girls, as these were only the milestones on the path that I had asked my wife to follow. I was also not much bothered for competing for sexual favors from Shireen as I knew for sure that despite all her adventures and resulting enjoyment, the real intimacy that my wife enjoyed with me was something matchless.
It was only her getting into a shell that made me worry like hell. In my view, lack of communication was souring our relations and only if we talked, we could again be same as we were.
There were also fears as regards to her safety. Heretofore, we had our sexual adventures only in a select circle. If now Shireen went on for casual sex without being selective, the repercussions were unlimited.
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It was such state of thoughts that kept getting in and out of my mind throughout that month. I was winding up my work on a Friday evening when I received an email from Shireen. I was overjoyed by seeing her name in my 'inbox' even before opening it, as it was the first contact of some sort by her with me after that night. I opened her mail and found a short and curt message, which read:
"I will be out for night. Dinner is in the refrigerator."
After reading it, my excitement and joy, over receipt of her mail, was somewhat tainted with anxiety and curiosity. Many thoughts crossed my mind as to where she intended to go.
The most likely scenario as per my imagination was that she wants to give reality to her 'threat' of having sex out of marriage at her will. If that was the case, I was not overly worried as it would mean that Shireen had been able to leave behind the bad memories of Super Bowl Party. Notwithstanding this, there were apprehensions too; with whom she will be going out? Where would she be for the night? Would she be safe?
There were other possibilities too but I was not willing to pay much heed to those. I read her mail a number of times as I finished my work. I did think about calling her and telling her to take care of the safety concerns, but then I thought texting would be a better choice. So, I sent her a small text message saying. "Enjoy and be safe". After some time, I received her reply, "thanks, I will".
Her reply did alleviate my fears for her safety to some degree. As I drove home, I felt no urgency to get home as I knew I will be spending the evening and night alone. Passing near a mall, for no particular reason, I decided to stop. I parked my car and went window shopping at the mall.
It was the evening prior to weekend and the crowd was starting to bustle. I went around various shops and enjoyed the window shopping. As I passed a jeweler, I suddenly had an overwhelming urge to get in and buy something for Shireen.
I went in the shop and started looking for something appropriate. I wanted something that could be reflective of my love for my wife. The shop had many such items; heart shaped pendants, necklaces, bracelets, bangles and rings. Yet I found difficulty in deciding.
Finally, my eyes got fixed on an Identity Bracelet. It was beautifully crafted with heart shaped links with a small curving rectangular plate for engraving personalized message. I asked the salesgirl for the bracelet and, after thinking for sometime, told her about the words that I wanted to be engraved.
The salesgirl told me that I would be able to get the bracelet with desired engraving in half an hour. I went out of the shop and roamed around the mall. I entered a departmental store and bought the weekly grocery supplies. I also remembered that my stock of drinks also needed replenishments as, after the super bowl party, Shireen had shed away her earlier inhibitions to liquor. I bought a few six-packs of my favorite beers and a couple of bottles of whiskey. I also bought a bottle of vodka, something I normally avoided but now felt the need for it for passing the night alone.
By the time I got back to the jeweler my ordered bracelet was ready. It was looking great with the inscription "I loved u, still do and will do so forever". I got it packed in a beautiful box and paid the bill and went straight for my vehicle.
I leisurely drove home and reached there just when the sun was setting. After putting all the purchased stuff in the house, I showered and changed into my sleeping attire. I took out the dinner cooked by my wife and heated it in the microwave. Though I was not much in any mood of eating, I took the plate to my bedroom with the bottle of vodka and ate while half lying on the bed. I also switched the TV on and watched news and entertainment programs.
After having a few morsels of food that Shireen had cooked, I felt that I was no longer hungry. I was feeling restless and I opened the bottle of vodka. As I was not a habitual drinker, just after having a few gulps directly from the bottle, I started feeling the desired effects. I recapped the bottle and lay there in the semi drunken state and soon my fatigue and the effects of vodka took me to sleep.
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It was the continuous ringing of my cell that woke me up. I had a slight headache and before picking up my phone, I looked at the clock. It was 11 in the night and I realized that I had slept for around 4 hours.
"Hello, its me, Kerri", I heard the familiar female voice on the phone.
