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I had slipped into a trance. I did not know for how long, it was the doorbell that woke me up. It was Rati, wife of my husband’s friend at the door. Oh, finally she was home! It was an accident that threw the traffic out of gear! After few minutes, my husband also came. We all got ready for dinner. I was trying to forget whatever happened and to concentrate on the dinner and conversation. But soon I felt something rubbing against my right calf. When I looked up, my husband’s friend was rubbing his foot against my calf. Oh man, he was not going to leaving me alone. He was sitting against me. I was worried whether anybody would find out. So I moved a little forward. He moved his foot along my inner thigh and placed it on my groin over the panties. Even while doing all these, he was talking to my husband and his wife. His face was down towards the plate. He moved the thumb of his foot along the side of my panties and tried to enter it unsuccessfully. He slowly moved forward and tried again. This time it got in and it was directly on my public hair. I was getting aroused and moved forward a little. By this time he adjusted his foot and its thumb came against my slit. A slow push by him and his thumb was in my cunt. I looked at my husband. He was deeply involved in the conversation unaware of the pain and pleasure his best friend is providing to me. I looked at Rati. She was talking and having food with no knowledge of me getting foot-fucked by her husband. Her husband started moving his thumb in my juicy cunt. I could feel my clit getting squeezed by his thumb. One more push, I started flowing down his foot. He must have felt it as he stopped suddenly. He did not remove his foot, but instead started moving its thumb in my cunt again. It was more than enough for me. I just finished my dinner and got up.

After half an hour we left their house. We were walking towards the car, my husband and his wife in the front. He locked the front door and came after me. Coming from behind, he grabbed my ass. It looked like he would not mind fucking me in front of his wife and my husband. He was so addicted to my body. He was walking close to me and suddenly inserted his hand into my sari from behind. He rubbed his hand against my asshole and inserted a finger into it. It was little dark around the pavement and he was using that to his advantage. He moved his finger in and out of my asshole that was still sticky with his cum. I shivered suddenly and had a weak orgasm, as I was too weak to have a full-fledge one. My husband and Rati were waiting near the car and he finally pulled his hand out of my sari. I was sure that they did not see him doing this. And that eventful dinner party came to an end.

I would like to know from other girls who came to America from Pakistan and India whether this is the same kind of things you all experienced at some of your friends’ places or parties? Please let me know at suhararasheed@hotmail.com


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