Shireen's Story: Winning Me Back; Shireen's Narrative
Shireen's Story was narrated by her husband, Akbar, in the first of this series. The second instalment had Shireen filling in significant gaps that Akbar had left out. After Akbar had influenced Shireen to become much more liberal in her views to sex, their views had come into conflict following a Super Bowl party thrown by close friends. A number of readers have suggested a sequel to the stories. Shireen's narrative picks up from the end of the party.
I -- Apres Party
I regained as much semblance of self-control as I could muster while getting into the car, helped by both Kerri and Akbar. A thick envelope was placed in my hand. Kerri wished me a quite goodbye and Akbar drove off silently. Soon as I realized that the envelope held the money I had earned by "whoring" myself to a bunch of strangers with Akbar's consent, I could not keep from hurling the wad in his face.
He disgusted me! How could he just have sat around and allowed nearly a dozen strangers to fuck me? Why did he not stop things before the going got ugly? Did he actually enjoy the fact that I was being used in such a manner? Why was my body aching so much? Who was the animal who had taken me last and with such brutality? I let fly a string of obscenities at Akbar, accusing him of bringing me down to the level of a cheap whore because of his deviant desires. Akbar, whether open to my criticism or not, decided to quietly bear the barbs and to get me home from the Super Bowl party that Hernan and Kerri had thrown.
"Starting this moment, I will sleep with whoever I want and whenever I want to, and that includes you, and you will not say or do anything about it!" It was an ultimatum that he did not want to hear, but could not debate either. It was also one, I had never wanted to present, but felt forced to do so. After all, he had led me to the shameful display and would now have to handle the consequences, whatever I decided those may be.
He should have been happy to have been blessed with a loving wife like me. There was no reason to doubt my sincerity in bed or the fact that I loved him deeply. I really had no cause to be looking for jollies other than with him and why would he need to go elsewhere but to his hot missus. Yet he had insisted on variety in our sex lives. I had agreed to one tryst with Hernan; by now that person had become a regular lover and confidante. It was not a simple question of a love triangle between the three of us or even one of my falling for Hernan; rather Hernan had expanded my horizons to the point where I had acceded to making love to multiple partners. Though Hernan had been at the forefront of putting me out for the crowd at large, in concert with Kerri, the fact was that Akbar had condoned this and that was not a bargain I would have normally been open to. But now I had been ravished aplenty and it hurt in more ways than just the physical ones.
Was I jealous that Akbar had now been with other lovers like Kerri? Not really. After all I had actually enjoyed the variety with Hernan and had to some extent been okay with the orgy of the previous night. Had I not been turned on by my sexual growth? Sure I was. So why were we so bothered, now that I was comfortable with my sexuality? Had I not hit a peak in sexual awareness? Was Akbar getting jealous of my range of lovers? I did not know, but did he not put me up to having sex with others? I was worked up into a state of disgust for him and maybe did not feel so proud of myself either. I was not sure how I would react once at home; one thing was certain, it was going to be a tough road ahead for Akbar and me.
I jumped out of the car as soon as we entered the driveway. Though it was broad daylight and quite cold, I ripped off one garment after another and entered the garage almost naked. I had put the Eagles cheerleader costume on again upon the conclusion of the party and could not wait to get it off my body. I made a mental note to burn those garments at the first opportunity. As Akbar brought the car inside, I gathered myself while still standing nearly nude in the doorway connecting the garage to the house.
"Akbar, go straight to the office, I want to be alone," my intent was clear, "and please do not bother calling me today!"
Arguing would serve no purpose and he decided to do exactly as I said. I needed time to collect myself and think about the future that day, it was okay to leave him worried I may not be there when he returned in the evening. I was sure Hernan would be open both to taking me in and getting in to me if that was the course I decided to proceed on. Or maybe I would think of something else, it was just that I needed to be away from Akbar right that moment.
A long bath was called for and the foamy, warm water helped soothe the various bruises and tensions of the night. I could not believe I had actually sexually partnered so many persons. It must have been the alcohol Hernan had given me that kept me going or allowed me not to notice the pain. Still, I was not surprised to see that both my vaginal and anal areas were puffed up. I must have stayed in the tub for hours, washing off whatever remnants of the night I had not managed to shower off at the venue of the orgy.
I was still a bit unsteady and, though the pain had abated, I still felt raw inside. Breakfast did not appear to be a viable option, but the bed looked ideal. I lay down, with a towel around my midsection and another holding my still damp hair, wondering what to do next: would I let Akbar off, would I repeat the actions of the night prior, would I take a more radical step. The thoughts ran ceaselessly through my mind. Letting things get back to normal did not seem like the best course of action, there were consequences that needed to be dealt with before everything could be A-okay.
I could not believe Akbar thought he could just sort things out by sliding into bed and romancing me back to normal. Appearing out of nowhere, with a sorrowful looking face, he had sat down next to me, slowly caressing my shoulders and back. I must have gone to sleep right after my bath and he must have woken me up in order to apologize. Akbar ran his fingers through my hair and then let them wander down my neck, back and waist. I turned over and his hands began to move around my breasts. For some strange reason it felt okay to allow him the access and I did not mind as his lips touched mine, my mouth opened and our tongues intertwined. As we continued to kiss, his fingers found my pussy and started to enter me. I was angry at what he had done, yet I was letting him do whatever he wanted to me. It was not a case of being a dutiful wife; it was more like coming back to a tried and tested safe harbour. I achieved a shattering orgasm and came wide awake.
"Are you okay," a strangely familiar voice said, "is everything all right?"
I sat up and was surprised not to find Akbar in the room, rather Derrick sitting by my side, looking edgy but staring unabashedly at me. His hands were on my right arm and right thigh and I was being shaken awake. That's when I realized it was still daytime and not night, that Akbar had not been trying to patch things up with me, and that I had indeed fallen asleep while just wearing the towels. I then became aware of the reason for Derrick's eyes being fixed on me. The towels had come undone and I was sitting there on the bed, totally nude. Not only that, his hand on my thigh was perilously close to my vaginal opening and I could definitely feel stickiness at the spot. He jumped off the bed and repositioned himself a few feet away, still drilling me with his gaze as I came to. Grabbing for whatever came to hand I managed to cover a part of myself, but still left quite a bit on view.
"Derrick, what are you doing in my bedroom?" I demanded.
"I'm sorry, Mrs. Aziz," he had rarely ever addressed me that formally, at least not since his mother and I had got to know each other a few months back, "but your garage door was wide open as was the entrance to your laundry room."
I recalled I had not closed the garage and had probably forgotten to shut the linking doorway.
"I also saw some clothing strewn about," he said, showing me the cheerleader outfit I had tossed off earlier, "and was wondering if anything was wrong."
He did not know how wrong things were, but not the way he may have surmised.
"I called a few times for you and heard a sound upstairs," he explained.
He had come upstairs to investigate, but instead of finding a crime in progress had discovered me passed out naked on the bed instead.
"I was not sure if you were fine and figured it made sense to wake you."
"How long have you been here?" I inquired, concerned about the dream I had just had and noting that he had a stiffy that was very visible under his clothing.
"I've been here for a bit," he had no reason to lie, "and it took me a while to shake you awake."
I wondered what else he may have done, perhaps chanced the kiss and fingered my pussy. I doubt if he was going to confess to either of those actions if he actually had.
"I am sorry to walk in on you," he continued, "I was wondering if all was well and frankly was considering calling for help if you had not woken up, you took quite some time in doing so."
"Okay, I am up now, and thanks for your concern," I really had no way of taking him to task for the intrusion. In fact he actually was somewhat of a Good Samaritan.
"That's quite alright ma'am," he responded, the rise in his pants extremely visible, "it was my civic duty to ensure that nothing was wrong, since Mr. Aziz had asked me to look in on you when I saw him going to work this morning." Now I knew that he had some genuine reason for coming by.
"Would you now mind leaving the bedroom and allowing me some privacy?"
"Uh, okay," he blubbered, still getting a fairly good view of much of my body. He exited the room, with obvious reluctance, but I soon heard the garage being closed and then the front door shutting.
Derrick lived a few houses down the lane and his mother was one of my few friends on the street. She had become pregnant in high school and had carried him to term. I did not know if she had ever been married but the two lived in our vicinity. Jenna, his mother, was no more than thirty five years old, kept herself in good trim, and could be considered quite pretty. I imagined she was a cheerleader in school and had probably been knocked up by the star athlete. Derrick was also a good looking boy, around eighteen at the time and himself a sporting star at the local high school. He had done odd jobs at times for us and I had seen him on occasion while visiting his mom. I had noted him checking me out a few times during those visits, but put it down to youthful curiosity. One thing was certain though, he had never seen me in the form he got to eye me today! Given the number of persons who had seen me stark naked the night before, one more was no big deal. Yet, I did feel both embarrassed that I had been espied as such by a teenager and also piqued that I was getting a rise from someone I had just considered a kid. Come to think of it, at just past twenty-five, I was peaking as far as my looks were concerned, and this had really registered across persons of varied ages in the past day or so, Derrick being the last to view and take note. Perhaps here was a means to get back at Akbar. All things considered, Derrick was not that much younger than I was.
