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 Sridevi's cheeks was heated when she finished recounting the events of the weekend. They were seated on the couch, she sipping wine and he had an untouched glass of Scotch on the table. In his shorts, his cock was throbbing.

He kissed her on the side as he leaned in. "My sweetheart, please keep quiet. I'm delighted you found it enjoyable. I did as well. I was beating Aliya and on the lust planet."

"Won't this have an impact on our relationship?"

"Tell me, do you think you love me less now that you've fucked Yusuf?"

"Contrary to popular belief, dear. Even more, I adore you."

"That's it; you've got the answer."

"Arjun, I'm relieved. Please fuck me now."

"Darling, it is with great pleasure that I greet you. I was hoping you'd ask sooner rather than later."

"When did Arjun start waiting for an invitation?"

That night, they fell in love slowly and passionately. They abandoned all of their regular pre-play procedures. They simply mated, and as they did, they came together slowly and languidly.

The next few months were relatively uneventful. Their need for sex had only grown stronger, and their lust seemed to have taken on a new dimension. They went out to eat frequently, and he would tell her about some gorgeous women in the restaurant, as well as who I found attractive and why. She'd treat males the same way.

Their assignment in Qatar had concluded, and they were now back in Kolkata, where they had been assigned following a promotion. They had made a lot of acquaintances in Qatar and maintained in touch with them via email.

Arjun opened his gmail yahoo mail account nearly six months after that lovely weekend with his new wife to receive a message from Yusuf Khan.

"I hope I mailed to the correct addresses. Arjun and Sridevi, who served with us in Qatar, were the people I was seeking for. Please get back to me as soon as you can. Aliya and Yusuf"

He dialled Sridevi's number and showed her the mail. He checked the time and date stamp on the letter and noticed that it had only been a few minutes since it had been delivered. He responded quickly:

"We are Arjun and Sridevi, and we are Yusuf Amjad and Aliya, who served at the hospital and had a lovely weekend. It's great to hear from you. We talk about you a lot, and we remember what happened there with fondness. Arjun and Sridevi are a couple."

"Sridevi and Arjun (the reply came almost with half an hour)

"We are ecstatic to have found you. We've never forgotten about you, and we've told each other about what transpired that weekend. I was worried that what we did would ruin our marriage, but it has actually made us more dynamic.

"Our passions have been stoked by the episode. We've done more experimenting, been more bold in bed, and ended up with a more satisfied life. I'm hoping it's the same for you.

"First and foremost, I must apologise to Sridevi for being harsh with her. I'm not sure what got into me that morning, but tell her the fire she sparked that morning is still burning.

"Aliya, I discovered, has changed into a more outgoing and new person. She encourages me to try new things and participate in new activities. We also engage in a lot of role-playing. BDSM has become a favourite of both of us. She is more than I am. She enjoys being bound and blinded. I have to admit that there has been one consistent role that we have frequently played. I play the part of you, and she plays the part of Sridevi.

"I'll provide you the password to the photo album where a couple of our images are stored. Please email yours to us. And let us know how things are going."

"Yours,

"Yusuf and Aliya".

The e-mail had piqued their interest. He replied that they were relieved to learn that everything had gone smoothly. Here, too, things had been similar. Their marriage had only grown stronger as a result of it. Even more startling was the fact that they would have had a hard time recognising Aliya in the images.

She'd shaved her head and applied a lot of makeup. It was remarkable how tiny things like this might change someone's life. As well as clothing. She wasn't dressed in the same drab salwar kameez she wore practically every day. She wore tight pants and T-shirts everywhere, including outside. And both of them looked amazing when they were naked. She'd lost a few pounds, making her breasts appear even bigger and rounder, and her ass formed the perfect bubble.

Her lips were even more gorgeous than before, with a full coat of lipstick. Yusuf's cock, which Arjun had never seen before, appeared even more majestic. Sridevi's pussy was churning as she watched it. Arjun, on the other hand, had been difficult from the minute she opened the mail. His cock was aching with pain.

Behind him, Sridevi leaned forward and nipped his ear. "She's still fuckable, isn't she?"

"Yes." Arjun hissed loudly. "It's even worse. And now I understand why you were so taken with him; he's a great cock."

"Yes, it is." Sridevi leaned out and touched the cock's location on the screen. I'm giving it a gentle caress.

He made a private album on Yahoo and sent the password to Yusuf because they had some images on the hard drive.

Their response came quickly.

They were blown away by the photographs. He had left the army and was now managing his farms; he had roughly 200 hectares of fertile land that he intended to turn into a modern farm. He would take some images and send them shortly because they lived in a little but lovely cottage. The business went well, by God's grace. To be honest, the rents from their Lahore properties would be plenty to live comfortably.

"Sridevi and Arjun ( he wrote after a week)

"The last time Sridevi made a proposal, it went off without a hitch. We're going to make one this time. I hope it is of interest to you.

"The weekend was enjoyable, however there was one drawback. We should have all stayed together instead of splitting up. It seemed like the correct decision at the time to let each of us explore our sexuality on our own. But now, looking back, we realise how exciting it would be if we had the opportunity to spend some time together.

"You know, my wife is my wonderful adorable wife. But, according to her, she is, after all, your whore.

"I, on the other hand, am Sridevi's willing slave.

"If you accept our proposition, it is as follows:

"We want to make our anniversary weekend an annual event. We'd like to invite you both to a location that we think you'll enjoy and spend a relaxing weekend with us. Of course, the weekend will be similar to the one we had individually. We could be alone with each other's spouse or together in one room at this time, depending on mood and circumstances.

"Of course, we like to do things together. Being able to fuck Sridevi together with you is one of my numerous fantasies. And I'd like to see you stuffing my Aliya while I take her ass.

"Because none of us can readily obtain visas for the other's nation, a neutral ground would suffice. First and foremost, please let us know if you accept our proposition. Also, please let us know if you have any recommendations for a discreet, lovely location.

"There's one more thing. I am adamant about covering all travel and accommodation costs.

"Yours

"Yusuf and Aliya" is a story about a couple named Yusuf and Aliya.

It was a proposal they couldn't possibly turn down. Arjun was a well-to-do individual. He agreed to travel to any location. They started looking for a place to stay. They discussed their feelings about the location. They didn't want to visit a conservative country where nudity would be frowned upon right away. Otherwise, they'd have to find a place that was away from prying eyes and private enough for them to have pleasure.

They discovered a spot - or rather, Yusuf and Aliya did - and they seemed to like it. Mauritius was a place where they could feel at home while still feeling like they were in a new place. They had located an area which was commonly utilised by hiker and individuals who wished to bathe in the outdoors. A few modest cottages were available for rent for a week at a time. A compact pickup truck was also rented, complete with legible maps and a lobby/reception area stocked with a choice of fresh and canned foods for sale, as well as anything else they could require.

The bungalows lined up against the water were most likely aimed for western tourists. They had their own little private beach. It was rather expensive, at ten thousand dollars for a week, but everyone appeared to like it so much that they agreed.

They had made a reservation in advance. It was July and their anniversary was in September. They had decided that because finding a precise date for the get-together to coincide with the actual anniversary would be impossible, they would choose September as a general timeframe.

Both couples spent a lot of time preparing for their vacation. They jogged and exercised in order to increase their endurance and tone their bodies. They ate slowly and carefully. They went shopping for outfits and sultry lingerie. They went to beauty salons and had every procedure imaginable performed on them. They went through some discomfort as their entire bodies were waxed and hairless.

THE END