Rekha was happy. Her parents were coming to Singapore in the next couple of days. She would be meeting them after a gap of almost eight months -- of which the last two had put her life on a new, unimaginable track. She smiled to herself. The new track of life! She loved it. Her Pakistani friends were friends indeed. Masooma and Waseem, the pair, who lived only a block away -- and just like her husband Vinod, they have become an integral part of life in short span of two months.
Rekha threw her supple figure on a rocking chair. The house was still. She could hear birds chirping outside. She tried to stretch her body. The new track of life -- unimaginable and unacceptable from conventional Indian and Pakistani standards! Who could imagine that these two perfectly normal looking, high-flying professionals have a secret?
"A harmless secret," she thought.
They were not just best of friends, but much more to each other. She loved Waseem. She loved Vinod -- and they both loved her. Not just her, but Masooma too. And Masooma did the same. They all loved each other. Not the platonic sort of love --- the real love, which is sometime so abhorred by politically, socially and religiously correct people. Yes they swapped partners, but as husbands and wives their bond certainly had not weakened.
Her chain of thought was broken. Vioned entered the room, humming a popular Indian film song. "Hai sweety ... Are your well rested for tonight's fun?" he asked giving her hair a brief massage.
"After tonight, our weekend fun nights will have to take a break," she said.
"Why," Vinod tried to play innocent.
"Mummy and papa will be here, silly. We can't have our sessions here nor we can stay all night out," she said.
"Why not," Vinod said in the same tone which was particular when he wanted to tease her.
"Because your father-in-law and mother-in-law will be your guests ... we need to give them time, best time," she said.
"Then let's ask them to join the fun," Vinod said in the same teasing tone.
"You are crazy."
"No I am dead serious, said Vinod dumping himself on the sofa.
"You look like a fool when you try to joke all the time," Rekha said rocking the chair violently.
"I am dead serious honey. Your mum is still a game ... I have my eyes on her from the day of our engagement. And your father ... I think he can play the ball with lasses like Masooma and you."
Rekha's face reddened. "You are a perfect jerk -- a mentally sick person ... a dirty pervert!"
"Thank you for the compliments Madam," he said smiling.
There was a pause as both husband and wife eyed each other -- each checking the expression on other's face.
"Try to be serious ... at least sometimes," Rekha tried to play cool.
"I am dead serious honey. Think of all the fun. At the age of 45 your mum is one hell of a sexy woman. And I can bet she is as horny as you are. And your dad can also be tackled."
Rekha's temper rose. "Shut-up," she hissed. "You are eyeing my mother and have the balls to tell me this."
"Yes babe ... and you will love it. Your mum and dad will love it. And of course Waseem, Masooma and myself ..."
Rekha glared at her husband. She was angry and was loss of words at the strange wish of her husband. "A pervert ... a sex manic wanting to bone his own mother-in-law along with his friend Waseem ... and drag his father into filth too," she thought.
"Check your own mama," Rekha said.
"She is now too old ... think of someone else -- as sexy as your own mom. Remember you were angry when I first proposed the swap, but don't you love it now," he said smiling.
"That was different. They are my own mother and father you are talking about," she screamed.
"That will make it a spicier," he said in a mocking tone. "Trust me ... I will be between your sweet mama's legs within 48 hours of her arrival. And within 72 all the curtains will be lifted. I have a plan. You, Waseem and Masooma will help me implement it. And you will love it. I promise you that," he said -- this time in a determined tone.
Rekha was speechless. A crazy husband and his crazy plans, but in her heart she knew that he will get them rolling. Does she have a choice? Her heart was beating fast ... she was having weird feelings. She hated herself, her husband, Waseem and Masooma and the new track of life.
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Parvati and Sanjay sahib were over the moon to see their lovely daughter, Rekha. They liked her house, its décor, her husband, her friends -- Waseem and Masooma with whom they were introduced the very first day of their arrival.
Parvati looked more like Rekha's elder sister. She taught psychology at a university in Delhi. And was an outgoing, professional woman, who took care of herself -- a far cry from majority of Indian house wives of her age-group. She had shoulder cut black hair -- just like her daughter which she dyed every second weekend. Her complexion was fairer than Rekha, and body seemed a perfect hour-glass. In a sari, which she usually wore, her heavy breasts, narrow waist and big hips -- were a treat to watch. For Vinod, even without showing any skin, one can see or imagine Parvati's nakedness in the all enveloping sari, which enhanced her curves and mounds. Sanjay sahib was a-happy-go-lucky banker of medium height, soft pleasant face and easy manners. He was witty and intelligent. No wonder, the very second day of arrival, Masooma took him out for sight-seeing -- as planned.
Parvati was encouraged to decline the offer as she thought she wanted some more rest. That also fitted well into the plan.
"Don't worry aunt. I will take good care of uncle the whole day," the Pakistani girl told Parvati as she walked out with Sanjay holding his arm. "Enjoy," she told them.
It was around 11.00 a.m. and Rekha and Vinod were at the office -- or so Parvati thought.
She was reading a magazine in her bedroom when she noticed Rekha gliding past the door of her bedroom. Why she is back so early, she thought. She placed the magazine and was about to call her daughter when she saw a man tip-toeing toward Rekha's room.
"Who is this?" She saw his glimpse. It was Waseem. How could he be here this early and heading toward Rekha's room?
Parvati got-up and walked toward the room of her daughter. One, two ... barely 15 steps and she was in front of the open bedroom door. She was about to call her, but she froze when she got the inside view.
Her daughter was in Waseem's arms and the two were kissing passionately. One of Waseem's hands stroked and caressed Rekha's buttocks, while with the other he held her waist tightly. Rekha's both arms were around Waseem's neck as they sucked each other's tongues fervently.
"What the hell is this," Parvati thought. "Innocent" Rekha in the arms of her husband's friend! She could not believe her eyes. Her daughter having a full-blown extra-matrimonial affair ... she could not digest it. She wanted to interrupt but she somehow controlled herself. I will fix her, she thought. "I will put some sense in her depraved mind," she promised herself taking a couple of steps back -- moving toward the slightly dark corner of the corridor, but the inside view was still clear from the open door -- another sign of her daughter's recklessness.
By then, the couple had moved to the bed. Waseem had already removed Rekha's top and was sucking her erect nipples like a hungry child. His one hand had disappeared in Rekha's pants and was playing with her pussy. Parvati could hear Rekha's soft moans and see Waseem's saliva glistening on her boobs.
The strong Pakistani guy was now removing his clothes -- he threw his shirt and his trousers -- revealing his strong muscular frame. Rekha matched by removing her pants and opening her legs wide. "Lick me lover," she moaned.
