BEYOND THE BORDERS

 The origins of the story, how it all began, are an important component of the story. Let me tell you, this part doesn't include a lot of sex, but it's important because it establishes the characters who will play key roles in the next two chapters.

It happens from time to time that people are thrown together, people who would otherwise never meet. On a personal level, adversaries - feudal or politically generated enemies - come together and separate as friends. Despite their dislike for each other, a Jewish family and a Palestinian family may be forced to live together in a small apartment building where they have no choice but to socialise.

It could also be a family made up of Indians and Pakistanis. Both would not have met without predisposed sentiments of distrust for one other, given the current political climate. At first, they may deny it. A Pakistani, on the other hand, will never state that he would trust an Indian with his life and vice versa.

So two things were bound to happen when these two young couples were forced together. Spend your lonely evenings or accept reality. Especially when the fact is that you are in a country where no one speaks your language, where your favourite foods are hard to come by, and even your spices have a distinct twang.

Yusuf Khan was a down-and-out a devaout Pakistani-punjabi, and a respectable man and doctor from Pakistan. His wife's name was Aliya. When they first arrived, they both felt a little out of place. They were not used to speaking English in general, and their accent made it even more difficult to understand them. They had been transported to Qatar by the army, where they were stationed at a remote navy camp.

Yusuf was tall and attractive in the rugged way that most Phastuns are. He was quite tall and towered over most individuals. Along with his amazing appearance, he had a really pleasant demeanour. He had a natural ability to laugh, and he laughed loudly. He worked out on a regular basis and attempted to stay in shape. When he laughed or grinned, his brown eyes twinkled. He certainly generated a stir among the hospital's female personnel, with a few even hinting that they wouldn't mind being used. He remained committed to his wife Aliya, however. They had been married for almost two years and were content with their lives.

Aliya was a major deal among Asians. She stood five feet eight inches tall, just a few inches shorter than her spouse. She appeared to have a good body, with little excess flesh visible. In public, though, she kept herself well-dressed, wearing a baggy salwar khameez and a veil that made her appear larger than she was. Her large nose drew the eye first, followed by her dark, lazy eyes, and her natural eyelashes, which were the envy of all those who wore false ones to seem better. She wore very little makeup, which was a good thing because too much would have ruined her skin's natural radiance and impeded rather than enhanced her beauty.

Her hourglass figure was well-formed, with the ass being somewhat larger than the bosom. She had to have been in the 38-28-36 range. Her hair was shoulder length, and she wore it loose at home but wrapped it up in a ponytail when she went out.

They didn't leave the house for the first two months. He'd come home from work, she'd make tea, and they'd watch television, generally Hindi movies they'd purchased. They'd normally start making love on the couch, then walk to the bed room to finish a passionate session. They were quite conservative when it came to making love, with the missionary position being the norm and only sometimes straying into other positions.

Both had inhibitions that were difficult to overcome. He desperately wanted her to spend some time chewing his cock as much as she did, but he couldn't tell her. She didn't dare to tell him she wanted him to move down to her crotch and taste her once he'd spent enough time with her nipples. He want it as well, but resisted. But it wasn't that their fucking wasn't satisfying; they were satisfied and joyful at the end of it.

They didn't wander far because they were content in their little cocoon of love and pleasure. She would keep herself occupied by doing housework and surfing the Internet for all the latest Urdu news. She even turned down the army's offer of domestic help because she didn't have much work and preferred to handle it alone. She sewed on occasion. She enjoyed the sense of accomplishment that came from making something beautiful and wearable for herself.

Then the Indian showed up. Arjun was close to six feet tall, was exuberant, and had a loud contagious laugh. When he chuckled, his eyes twinkled and misted. His chiselled features were in perfect condition. He had a boyish appearance with his petite nose, broad lips, and dark jet black mop of hair. Sridevi had been his wife for about a year and a half.

Sridevi was the polar opposite of her husband, quiet and hesitant at first until you got to know her, and petite. Her slim five-foot-four physique, on the other hand, was as sultry as they come. It's not about the size of the boobs or ass, but about the size in relation to the rest of the body. A large chest on a little chest would be unattractive. On a big chest plain, it's too tiny. Hers were the perfect fit for her body. They stood proudly and obscenely, encased in a 36 C cup bra. Her ass, which was perfectly round and bubble shaped, protruded just enough to be attractive and not out of place. When she smiled, she had a broad mouth and a big smile.

Aliya's clothing were more exposing than hers. Her blouses were cut low, revealing a lot of her cleavage. Her skirts were a half-inch or so shorter than usual. She preferred to keep her hair short and styled in whichever style she desired. She was especially seductive after she had made up. Her black eyes would stare at you with a hardon.

They arrived with the raucousness that would come to define them, with the commotion and greetings that would become their trademark. And, as fate would have it, it was Arjun who contacted Yusuf a week after they arrived and invited them to dinner with him and Sridevi.

The girls went about their job of getting the food ready while Arjun and Yusuf sat on the couch discussing world affairs and the one common love that brought the two countries together - cricket. Sridevi had prepared Puran puri, a sweet bread that was a Gujarati specialty served with a variety of sauces and salads.

Meanwhile, Arjun had taken a bottle of Giuseppe Quintarelli  in his hand and asked Yusuf, "Say Yusuf saheb, how about a small appetiser before dinner?" in an open and unpretentious manner.

Yusuf wasn't a heavy drinker, but he wasn't opposed to a few drinks in good company. He agreed with a laugh.

"Jaan, a little ice for the two buggers here, oi Sridevi."

"Bringing." From the kitchen, Sridevi yelled. Aliya, on the other hand, was the one who brought the ice. When she set it on the table, she gave a puzzled look at the glass her husband was holding. "Just a smidgeon for company," -.

"Don't be concerned, ji. I'm not going to get him so tipsy that he can't function in bed."

Aliya blushed and left the room, only to return a few minutes later. "Sridevi has stated that she will change her mind and join us." She duly stated as she sat in the seat next to her husband.

Sridevi appeared in a tight pair of jeans and a T-shirt a few minutes later. She pouted as she stared at her spouse. "What exactly is Mianji? We won't be getting any drinks."

"Would you like me to create you a Patiala peg?" Arjun was the one who inquired.

"Heesh. You're going to keep that foul-smelling beverage to yourself. I'll have a glass of wine. Aliya, how about a glass of wine?"

"No, Arey. I'm not a drinker."

"Come on, Aliya, for company... tell you what, I'll buy you a glass and you can give it to me if you don't like the flavour." She returned with two glasses of red wine in a matter of seconds. Aliya stared at her husband, who encouraged her by raising his glass. She took a drink of the beverage. "Hmm... sweet,and it tastes really decent."

"Remember what I said?" Sridevi smiled.

"But keep an eye on her, Yusuf... don't let her drink too much unless you want a tigress in your bed."

"Hullooo. Since when have large guys like you been terrified of a tiny tigress?"

Everyone burst out laughing. And on the way back, both of them, a little tipsy, grinned at each other. "He's a kind man." "Yusuf explained."

Aliya said with a giggle. "Yes, he's a really kind man. What about the lady, she's quite lovely, isn't she?"

They'd arrived at their front porch. Yusuf squealed a little louder than it stung as she pulled her ears back. "Hey, I caught you looking at her," I said.

Then they made love until late at night. Aliya grabbed his head and pushed him downwards for the first time while his lips was hooked on her nipples, and he eagerly went, tasting the sweet sour tangy juice of her pussy for the first time. He liked the pleasure he was giving her, and he loved the moans that came from her throat. When they arrived, his cock was deep into her pussy, and they were both panting profusely and professing their love for each other.

Sridevi cleared up the few dishes in the other house after the guests had left, refilled her glass, and slumped next to her husband. "So, Arjun sweetie, I noticed you inspecting her; she seemed to be delectable, eh?"

"Not with you around, darling," -.

"Please, don't make me laugh. A dish that isn't the same as the one before it is a dish that isn't the same The man was interesting as well. Forget about them, Arjun. Come on in and lick my breasts, baby..."

The two couples began visiting each other's homes on a regular basis. At first, they only saw each other once a week, and Arjun always brought a bottle of whiskey and a bottle of wine. Aliya and Yusuf were delighted to see them. Aliya pushed Yusuf away and kissed him, forcing him to lie down, her hot and wet kisses trailing their way to his throbbing cock and she took him a month after their first visit. She snatched him up and savoured every moment of it. She accepted him as if she had been denied food for a long time. She drank his cum and hugged him, smiling, whispering, "Was it good, Yusuf?" "Did you enjoy it?"

"The very best." Aliya, you're amazing."

The couple spent their vacations together, visiting local tourist attractions on weekends and going father when time allowed. They became inextricably linked. They were spending as much time as they could with each other. Aliya let go of her veil in their presence, laughed a little louder, and spoke more forcefully.

The time for their separation drew nearer as the summer clouds were blown away by strong winds. The Pakistani couple had been sent back to their homeland. They were leaving in a week. On Friday evening, they gathered at Arjun's house.

"Everything has been packed and is ready to go." Yusuf stated. "It's sad to leave you guys, though."

"You forgot to bring the camera, Yusuf." "As a memento of our last day together, we wanted to take some photos."

"Why do you need photos for memories, Aliya?" "Memories are best when they're right here, right now." As Sridevi stated here and here, she had one finger pointing to her head and the other hand on her chest.

"That is very true." "And you will always be there," Yusuf agreed.

Then Sridevi spoke up in hushed tones. "I'd like to make a proposal."

All eyes were drawn to her, primarily because of the strained tone of her voice rather than the content of her words. She took a close look at each of them. "But before I say it, promise me that if you think it's stupid, we'll never talk about it again."

"Say it," Arjun finally said.

"A way to make our final days one we will never forget." Isn't it true that you and Aliya are going on Tuesday? So, let's switch. Allow Arjun to take Aliya, and I will accompany you. We're leaving right now and will be back by Sunday midnight."

There was complete silence in the room. It's possible that a pin dropped and was heard. Sridevi stated it once more. "I understand how difficult a decision like this is to make. However, each person must accept it for himself while the others support him. On the coffee table, I have two pieces of paper, one with the word 'NO' and the other with the word 'YES.' Each of us will select our response and place it in this bowl. We go ahead if there are four yeses; if there is even one no, we don't and forget about it."

She was the first to choose a piece of paper, carefully fold it, and place it in the bowl. Yusuf, Aliya, and Arjun were the first to rise. They all folded their papers and placed them in the bowl.

Sridevi took a deep breath and exhaled slowly. "Tell you what... I'm a little scared, but let's see what happens." She unfolded the papers one by one and laid them flat on the table. They were confronted by four boldly written YES.

"It's a unanimous decision." Let us now depart and pack. Take the smallest amount possible. We'll meet here again tomorrow night at midnight for half a glass of wine. Wait. A few guidelines: No one will inquire as to what transpired over the weekend. Not unless both parties agree to discuss it. It will remain a private experience for us. Agreed?"

Yes, three gloomy heads nodded.

Arjun didn't waste any time in packing his belongings. He stowed his bag in the backseat of his car and waited. Both Yusuf and Aliya were a little fidgety when they met. Sridevi appeared with a bag in her hand, taking Yusuf's hand in hers and kissing her husband. She escorted him to his vehicle. Aliya was getting into the car with her husband when she turned around.