Hi Everyone, my name
is Rabia and it is my first day at this website. I am from Pakistan and my home
town is Jhelum. My family descended from Kashmir and settled here. I was born
in Lahore. I married, but unfortunately we could not make the marriage work.
Back in 2010 we separated and I moved to Toronto, Canada with my son, where I
live since.
This is an old true story when I was happily or may be not so happily married. We had moved in to a new neighborhood after our return from Dubai, where we lived for some time!
So there was me, Rabia, my husband Ahmed and our neighbor’s Yasmin and her husband Aziz. We had all been friends ever since we moved next door to each other in Phase VI of DHA of Karachi. Yasmin was an average, but fiery 5’3” woman (with Pakistani father and Italian mother) with the ass to prove it. Since Yasmin and I hit up the gym every other day we were both in great shape. The only differences between the two of us were our height (I am 5’5” – two inches taller than Yasmin), our breast size (Yasmin a D, whereas, I am a C) and Yasmin’s incredible pinkish complexion, which means she was always by the pool side in her bikini trying to tan herself, whereas, I had a natural black hair, dark brown eyes, wheatish fair complexion with a permanent tan, so I never has to work at it. This was great as I have a sensitive skin and hated being out in sun.
Yasmin was a 34 year old brunette bombshell (inherit her complexion and hair and eye colour from her Italian mother). The only negative was her height at 5’3”, yet she was a confident woman, she had the light blue eyes of a goddess and the body of a porn star. Her husband, Aziz, certainly appreciated every inch of her smooth tight body. From her gorgeous D’s which remained untouched by gravity to her amazing just went to the gym ass Unknown to me and secretly my husband Ahmed had been fantasizing about getting into those pants since she moved next door.
A few weeks ago Ahmed and Aziz decided they wanted to do something different with the girls. The four of us had been doing the classic young couple dates on weekends. Things like country side picnics, dance parties, balls, watching movies, theatre, and watching the Oscars, Zee TV and Lux cinema awards live on TV were getting old. Aziz and Ahmed rented a limo and thought they would surprise their wives. It was the day and they were in the car on the way to pick their wives up. Aziz called Yasmin and told her to go over to the house and play dress up with Rabia and then wait for them, they’d be there in a few hours. When they rolled up Ahmed got out to hold the limo door open and Aziz stuck his head out the window. The limo honked until we came running out. We began to jump up and down giddy as school girls when we saw our two husbands sticking out of the sunroof calling us to hop in. We naturally obliged and soon the four of us were popping champagne and joking around. Pulling up outside of the VIP section of Club, we were defiantly the hottest and best dressed of the evening. We waltzed into the club with an air of astounding confidence. Immediately taking over the dance floor and getting down and dirty to techno salsa music. Yasmin danced with Aziz and I with my husband until Aziz and Ahmed stopped for a break. They decided their buzz was wearing thin so they went to go grab drinks at the bar.
Rabia and Yasmin locked eyes and continued dancing and in the absence of their partners began to dance closer and closer to partner each other, as Ahmed made his way through the crowd to the bar, ordering a few shots of Rum for Aziz and a few Vodka shots for himself. As the two men (Ahmed and Aziz) slammed back shots, they shot the shit and watched their wives dancing with each other.
“Man, we sure did get lucky with our women didn’t we” Aziz said with awe.
“Yea, Yea we did” Ahmed responded, “but man I’ve always been jealous of that porn star body on
Yasmin. I can’t believe you’ve been fucking that goddess all these years.”
“Are you kidding me man? I’ve never gotten the chance to go truly local! To be honest I’ve been fantasizing about your wife ever since you two moved in next door” confessed Aziz. “I just wish we could switch wives for a night, just to see what it’s like on the other side, hehe.”
They kept laughing and slamming back shots. The women danced closer and closer, while the men drank, and the women danced, and they continued to laugh. They danced closer, and closer, until they were gyrating on top of each other’s legs, caressing each other softly but with determination. Aziz and Ahmed couldn’t take their eyes off their wives. Especially after both of them confessed their fantasies and desires to each other. Aziz was staring Rabia up and down and appreciating her tall and lean structure and well-proportioned vital statistics of 34 27 36, and Ahmed was lustfully locked on Yasmin and her D size breasts, light blue eyes, pink complexion and shoulder long brunette hair. Just when Ahmed turned around to order more drinks Aziz interrupted.
“HOLY SHIT!” Aziz shouted over the music, pointing at the two women. Ahmed turned around followed his finger to see what he was pointing at, and Ahmed was simply speechless.
Ahmed was not sure how it was happening, but he knew all four of us were enjoying it. Aziz and Ahmed were just close enough to see Rabia’s hands on Yasmin’s ass and back, and their lips were so luscious and perfect. Ahmed and Aziz could feel themselves being swept away by the kissing and the music all at the same time. Yasmin too seemed to be in heaven. Visions and fantasies flashed through Ahmed’s head about how he had wanted both of them to kiss for a long, long time now. The music stopped for a moment to switch over and the two women opened their eyes. All of a sudden they looked like they got scared and started to walk towards us. Aziz and Ahmed spun around hoping they hadn’t seen them watching.
Rabia and Yasmin wandered over to the both Aziz and Ahmed. Ahmed had decided to refill glasses while waiting for them to finish their “dancing.” Soon the four of us were getting extremely drunk on shots of tequila and beers. We were having a blast when Rabia and Yasmin decided to go right back to dancing. Rabia held Yasmin;s hand to lead the way to the dance floor. They were dragging Aziz and Ahmed in a chain with Yasmin holding Aziz’s hand and to complete the chain Aziz extended his hand to Ahmed, which Ahmed took to complete the train of dancers heading for the dance floor. Once on the dance floor, they switched it up on them and decided to dance with the other’s wife. Having seen the kissing, the two men were a little horny and they too wanted to get a little wild that night, after the alcohol and the excitement they were all feeling very flirtatious.
Aziz was enjoying himself, as well as Rabia’s shapely ass. She was grinding up on his throbbing member and all Aziz could think was how bad he wanted to take her to the bathroom or somewhere private like behind the bushes in the garden. Aziz was imagining the two of them stumbling into a random stall while tearing each other’s clothes off in reckless sexual abandon, Aziz continued to grab Rabia’s wide and voluptuous hips and push his bulge farther into the folds of her cocktail dress stretched tightly over her round tight ass. Aziz was in wild ecstasy and wished he could just bend her over the ceramic toilet seat and lift her dress up and enter that holiest of holies. Thrusting in and out, in and out, Aziz was dreaming of how the folds of her warm wet pussy would feel wrapped around his strong, throbbing eight inch cock.
Aziz talked to Ahmed a few days later about what he was thinking about while dancing with his wife, Rabia and Ahmed admitted to Aziz that interestingly enough Ahmed was fantasizing about pulling Yasmin into that same random bathroom stall. Ahmed told Aziz about how he wanted to have Yasmin sit right on his cock and pull out those beautiful tits of hers. Ahmed wanted to watch them bounce up and down, up and down as she did the same on Ahmed’s cock. Ahmed wanted her sloppy half Italian pussy riding Ahmed thick nine inch cock. He wanted to hear her moan and slam the walls of the stall in pleasure while he played with her tits and nipples as they bounced up and down in his face. Ahmed told Aziz that he thought that’s as good as it was going to get. Fantasizing about screwing his wife while grinding up on her ass, they both thought that, they were both so wrong.
Everyone danced and they drank and fantasized about their opposite’s partner. “If only…” Ahmed kept thinking, and he could see that Aziz was thinking it too. The liquor was flowing and so were the flirty remarks and hands caressing. Ahmed was hard, sweaty and horny, lost in the music and the fantasy of fucking gorgeous Yasmin’s brains out. All of a sudden the sprinklers went off. A fire alarm sounded, but was washed out by the thump, thump, thump, of the base. Ahmed heard the alarm, but for some reason it did not register as an emergency, it seemed to fit so perfectly, the water, the music, the sweat, and the sexual attraction so thick you could swim through it. The music pounded and the water from above washed over the four of us, bringing Yasmin and Ahmed closer, if it was even possible. Suddenly a shove threw Ahmed across the room and out the door. Apparently a fire had occurred upstairs and everyone was being forced out of the club. Right as we got out of the club flames shot out of the windows on the top floor behind and above us. Excited, fearful, and full of adrenalin mixed booze we dove into our waiting limo full of laughter and the excitement of it all.
Aziz and Ahmed took off their soaked shirts and threw them on the floor. Aziz turned up the heat and told the driver to start taking the long way home. Aziz and Ahmed were not ready for the night to be over. Ahmed poured some more champagne for everyone, as the two women ringed the water out of their hair. We were all sitting in the back with the heat blasting the music turned up squished up next to each other soaking wet. Here we were in the limo again Ahmed, Yasmin, Rabia, and Aziz trying to get warm while joking and drinking. Suddenly Aziz piped up;
“So we saw you two have an intimate moment on the dance floor back there.” The girls just sat and stared at each other. I could see they didn’t know what to say; both smiled and blushed instead.
“Yea, by the way it was super fucking hot. I think I still might have a hard on from it” Ahmed said. Of course he was still hard as a rock from fantasizing about screwing Yasmin in the bathroom. “Ahmed said he was kind of hoping they could get an encore. He added they’re all drunk enough and ready for it.”
“Hell Yea!” agreed Aziz whole heartedly; giving Rabia a little push closer to Yasmin. The women looked at each other and in no time their lips were locked together again. Abruptly Rabia’s hand shot out and grabbed the inside of Aziz’s thigh. Squeezing hard and then caressing as her kiss with Yasmin got more and more intense. Yasmin on the other hand skipped all stops and just grabbed Ahmed’s crotch. She rubbed his giant aching hard on through his soaked pants.
Nobody could keep their hands off of each other. Ahmed started to rip off Yasmin’s shirt and Aziz lifted up Rabia’s dress and started rubbing her vaginal lips. Rabia moaned and began to nibble down on Aziz’s neck while her lips parted and his fingers entered her wet hot pussy. Yasmin knew it was time and undid Ahmed’s belt and pulled out his cock, which sprung out to stand at attention. Seeing it for the first time and no longer fantasizing about it she dropped to her knees and started to swallow Ahmed whole. Yasmin was incredible. Somehow, she fit Ahmed’s entire thick member into and down her throat. What she was doing with her tongue almost made Ahmed want to explode right away.
She licked from the balls to the shaft a few times teasing Ahmed. All the while Yasmin was looking directly at Ahmed with those gorgeous deep eyes. Those piercing blue eyes were just so hot, especially when they looked up at you while swallowing your whole cock. Then she dove in and went for the kill. Teasing Ahmed’s testicles she let Ahmed grab the back of her head, and let him throat-fuck her. Yasmin seem to love the abuse. Ahmed was forcing her faster and faster, until Yasmin couldn’t take it. Breaking free she spun around and told Ahmed to fuck her as hard as he could. Ahmed looked at Aziz, to make sure this was okay with him, and saw him getting his cock sucked by Rabia, my own wife and realized he could care less. Kneeling behind her, Ahmed grabbed Yasmin by the haunches and began to thrust; his long thick member penetrating deep into the folds of her hot, wet cunt. GOD! It felt so fucking incredible.
The limo slammed on the brakes and we all fell to the floor. But it didn’t break our sexual momentum. It simply enhanced it. Yasmin began to ride my face as Rabia grabbed Ahmed’s cock and started to suck it while Aziz continued to rail her from behind. Ahmed’s tongue darted in and out of Yasmin’s pussy while her lips unfolded to let him in. Just as she started to cry out above me in pleasure, Ahmed began to suck on her hard little clitoris, playing with it in his teeth and heightened the ecstasy of her orgasm. Cumming all over Ahmed’s face she collapsed on top of him just in time to see Rabia throw her head back in pleasure while Aziz’s thrusting body tensed. Yasmin grabbed Ahmed’s throbbing sloppy cock, which his wife Rabia had just been sucking on and shoved it as far in her mouth as she could while Ahmed shot hot load after load of sticky jizz down her throat.
We collapsed with a sigh of sheer sexual exhaustion and satisfaction. Sweaty skin lay on sweaty skin and everyone oozed of sex and happiness. The limo rolled on down the highway, no one in any other car aware they were driving next to a wild fuck fest. Ahmed felt amazing, it felt amazing, he had just fucked his friend’s wife and ate her out while she sucked his cock in return. Ahmed wouldn’t even think of anything else to minutes on end. Aziz was the first to say anything.
“Well, I’ve been wanting to do that for a while” he said. We all looked at each other and just started laughing.
“I think we all did” said Yasmin, kissing Rabia one more time with her salty lips. We all half assed putting our clothes back on, passed around a few more drinks, cheering to our night of passion. The limo softly rolled to a stop in front of our neighboring houses and we got out to go home. Rabia and Yasmin winked at each other and went inside. I shook Aziz’s hand and said “I just can’t wait for the trip up to the cabin next month.” Thanks buddy!
This is an old true story when I was happily or may be not so happily married. We had moved in to a new neighborhood after our return from Dubai, where we lived for some time!
So there was me, Rabia, my husband Ahmed and our neighbor’s Yasmin and her husband Aziz. We had all been friends ever since we moved next door to each other in Phase VI of DHA of Karachi. Yasmin was an average, but fiery 5’3” woman (with Pakistani father and Italian mother) with the ass to prove it. Since Yasmin and I hit up the gym every other day we were both in great shape. The only differences between the two of us were our height (I am 5’5” – two inches taller than Yasmin), our breast size (Yasmin a D, whereas, I am a C) and Yasmin’s incredible pinkish complexion, which means she was always by the pool side in her bikini trying to tan herself, whereas, I had a natural black hair, dark brown eyes, wheatish fair complexion with a permanent tan, so I never has to work at it. This was great as I have a sensitive skin and hated being out in sun.
Yasmin was a 34 year old brunette bombshell (inherit her complexion and hair and eye colour from her Italian mother). The only negative was her height at 5’3”, yet she was a confident woman, she had the light blue eyes of a goddess and the body of a porn star. Her husband, Aziz, certainly appreciated every inch of her smooth tight body. From her gorgeous D’s which remained untouched by gravity to her amazing just went to the gym ass Unknown to me and secretly my husband Ahmed had been fantasizing about getting into those pants since she moved next door.
A few weeks ago Ahmed and Aziz decided they wanted to do something different with the girls. The four of us had been doing the classic young couple dates on weekends. Things like country side picnics, dance parties, balls, watching movies, theatre, and watching the Oscars, Zee TV and Lux cinema awards live on TV were getting old. Aziz and Ahmed rented a limo and thought they would surprise their wives. It was the day and they were in the car on the way to pick their wives up. Aziz called Yasmin and told her to go over to the house and play dress up with Rabia and then wait for them, they’d be there in a few hours. When they rolled up Ahmed got out to hold the limo door open and Aziz stuck his head out the window. The limo honked until we came running out. We began to jump up and down giddy as school girls when we saw our two husbands sticking out of the sunroof calling us to hop in. We naturally obliged and soon the four of us were popping champagne and joking around. Pulling up outside of the VIP section of Club, we were defiantly the hottest and best dressed of the evening. We waltzed into the club with an air of astounding confidence. Immediately taking over the dance floor and getting down and dirty to techno salsa music. Yasmin danced with Aziz and I with my husband until Aziz and Ahmed stopped for a break. They decided their buzz was wearing thin so they went to go grab drinks at the bar.
Rabia and Yasmin locked eyes and continued dancing and in the absence of their partners began to dance closer and closer to partner each other, as Ahmed made his way through the crowd to the bar, ordering a few shots of Rum for Aziz and a few Vodka shots for himself. As the two men (Ahmed and Aziz) slammed back shots, they shot the shit and watched their wives dancing with each other.
“Man, we sure did get lucky with our women didn’t we” Aziz said with awe.
“Yea, Yea we did” Ahmed responded, “but man I’ve always been jealous of that porn star body on
Yasmin. I can’t believe you’ve been fucking that goddess all these years.”
“Are you kidding me man? I’ve never gotten the chance to go truly local! To be honest I’ve been fantasizing about your wife ever since you two moved in next door” confessed Aziz. “I just wish we could switch wives for a night, just to see what it’s like on the other side, hehe.”
They kept laughing and slamming back shots. The women danced closer and closer, while the men drank, and the women danced, and they continued to laugh. They danced closer, and closer, until they were gyrating on top of each other’s legs, caressing each other softly but with determination. Aziz and Ahmed couldn’t take their eyes off their wives. Especially after both of them confessed their fantasies and desires to each other. Aziz was staring Rabia up and down and appreciating her tall and lean structure and well-proportioned vital statistics of 34 27 36, and Ahmed was lustfully locked on Yasmin and her D size breasts, light blue eyes, pink complexion and shoulder long brunette hair. Just when Ahmed turned around to order more drinks Aziz interrupted.
“HOLY SHIT!” Aziz shouted over the music, pointing at the two women. Ahmed turned around followed his finger to see what he was pointing at, and Ahmed was simply speechless.
Ahmed was not sure how it was happening, but he knew all four of us were enjoying it. Aziz and Ahmed were just close enough to see Rabia’s hands on Yasmin’s ass and back, and their lips were so luscious and perfect. Ahmed and Aziz could feel themselves being swept away by the kissing and the music all at the same time. Yasmin too seemed to be in heaven. Visions and fantasies flashed through Ahmed’s head about how he had wanted both of them to kiss for a long, long time now. The music stopped for a moment to switch over and the two women opened their eyes. All of a sudden they looked like they got scared and started to walk towards us. Aziz and Ahmed spun around hoping they hadn’t seen them watching.
Rabia and Yasmin wandered over to the both Aziz and Ahmed. Ahmed had decided to refill glasses while waiting for them to finish their “dancing.” Soon the four of us were getting extremely drunk on shots of tequila and beers. We were having a blast when Rabia and Yasmin decided to go right back to dancing. Rabia held Yasmin;s hand to lead the way to the dance floor. They were dragging Aziz and Ahmed in a chain with Yasmin holding Aziz’s hand and to complete the chain Aziz extended his hand to Ahmed, which Ahmed took to complete the train of dancers heading for the dance floor. Once on the dance floor, they switched it up on them and decided to dance with the other’s wife. Having seen the kissing, the two men were a little horny and they too wanted to get a little wild that night, after the alcohol and the excitement they were all feeling very flirtatious.
Aziz was enjoying himself, as well as Rabia’s shapely ass. She was grinding up on his throbbing member and all Aziz could think was how bad he wanted to take her to the bathroom or somewhere private like behind the bushes in the garden. Aziz was imagining the two of them stumbling into a random stall while tearing each other’s clothes off in reckless sexual abandon, Aziz continued to grab Rabia’s wide and voluptuous hips and push his bulge farther into the folds of her cocktail dress stretched tightly over her round tight ass. Aziz was in wild ecstasy and wished he could just bend her over the ceramic toilet seat and lift her dress up and enter that holiest of holies. Thrusting in and out, in and out, Aziz was dreaming of how the folds of her warm wet pussy would feel wrapped around his strong, throbbing eight inch cock.
Aziz talked to Ahmed a few days later about what he was thinking about while dancing with his wife, Rabia and Ahmed admitted to Aziz that interestingly enough Ahmed was fantasizing about pulling Yasmin into that same random bathroom stall. Ahmed told Aziz about how he wanted to have Yasmin sit right on his cock and pull out those beautiful tits of hers. Ahmed wanted to watch them bounce up and down, up and down as she did the same on Ahmed’s cock. Ahmed wanted her sloppy half Italian pussy riding Ahmed thick nine inch cock. He wanted to hear her moan and slam the walls of the stall in pleasure while he played with her tits and nipples as they bounced up and down in his face. Ahmed told Aziz that he thought that’s as good as it was going to get. Fantasizing about screwing his wife while grinding up on her ass, they both thought that, they were both so wrong.
Everyone danced and they drank and fantasized about their opposite’s partner. “If only…” Ahmed kept thinking, and he could see that Aziz was thinking it too. The liquor was flowing and so were the flirty remarks and hands caressing. Ahmed was hard, sweaty and horny, lost in the music and the fantasy of fucking gorgeous Yasmin’s brains out. All of a sudden the sprinklers went off. A fire alarm sounded, but was washed out by the thump, thump, thump, of the base. Ahmed heard the alarm, but for some reason it did not register as an emergency, it seemed to fit so perfectly, the water, the music, the sweat, and the sexual attraction so thick you could swim through it. The music pounded and the water from above washed over the four of us, bringing Yasmin and Ahmed closer, if it was even possible. Suddenly a shove threw Ahmed across the room and out the door. Apparently a fire had occurred upstairs and everyone was being forced out of the club. Right as we got out of the club flames shot out of the windows on the top floor behind and above us. Excited, fearful, and full of adrenalin mixed booze we dove into our waiting limo full of laughter and the excitement of it all.
Aziz and Ahmed took off their soaked shirts and threw them on the floor. Aziz turned up the heat and told the driver to start taking the long way home. Aziz and Ahmed were not ready for the night to be over. Ahmed poured some more champagne for everyone, as the two women ringed the water out of their hair. We were all sitting in the back with the heat blasting the music turned up squished up next to each other soaking wet. Here we were in the limo again Ahmed, Yasmin, Rabia, and Aziz trying to get warm while joking and drinking. Suddenly Aziz piped up;
“So we saw you two have an intimate moment on the dance floor back there.” The girls just sat and stared at each other. I could see they didn’t know what to say; both smiled and blushed instead.
“Yea, by the way it was super fucking hot. I think I still might have a hard on from it” Ahmed said. Of course he was still hard as a rock from fantasizing about screwing Yasmin in the bathroom. “Ahmed said he was kind of hoping they could get an encore. He added they’re all drunk enough and ready for it.”
“Hell Yea!” agreed Aziz whole heartedly; giving Rabia a little push closer to Yasmin. The women looked at each other and in no time their lips were locked together again. Abruptly Rabia’s hand shot out and grabbed the inside of Aziz’s thigh. Squeezing hard and then caressing as her kiss with Yasmin got more and more intense. Yasmin on the other hand skipped all stops and just grabbed Ahmed’s crotch. She rubbed his giant aching hard on through his soaked pants.
Nobody could keep their hands off of each other. Ahmed started to rip off Yasmin’s shirt and Aziz lifted up Rabia’s dress and started rubbing her vaginal lips. Rabia moaned and began to nibble down on Aziz’s neck while her lips parted and his fingers entered her wet hot pussy. Yasmin knew it was time and undid Ahmed’s belt and pulled out his cock, which sprung out to stand at attention. Seeing it for the first time and no longer fantasizing about it she dropped to her knees and started to swallow Ahmed whole. Yasmin was incredible. Somehow, she fit Ahmed’s entire thick member into and down her throat. What she was doing with her tongue almost made Ahmed want to explode right away.
She licked from the balls to the shaft a few times teasing Ahmed. All the while Yasmin was looking directly at Ahmed with those gorgeous deep eyes. Those piercing blue eyes were just so hot, especially when they looked up at you while swallowing your whole cock. Then she dove in and went for the kill. Teasing Ahmed’s testicles she let Ahmed grab the back of her head, and let him throat-fuck her. Yasmin seem to love the abuse. Ahmed was forcing her faster and faster, until Yasmin couldn’t take it. Breaking free she spun around and told Ahmed to fuck her as hard as he could. Ahmed looked at Aziz, to make sure this was okay with him, and saw him getting his cock sucked by Rabia, my own wife and realized he could care less. Kneeling behind her, Ahmed grabbed Yasmin by the haunches and began to thrust; his long thick member penetrating deep into the folds of her hot, wet cunt. GOD! It felt so fucking incredible.
The limo slammed on the brakes and we all fell to the floor. But it didn’t break our sexual momentum. It simply enhanced it. Yasmin began to ride my face as Rabia grabbed Ahmed’s cock and started to suck it while Aziz continued to rail her from behind. Ahmed’s tongue darted in and out of Yasmin’s pussy while her lips unfolded to let him in. Just as she started to cry out above me in pleasure, Ahmed began to suck on her hard little clitoris, playing with it in his teeth and heightened the ecstasy of her orgasm. Cumming all over Ahmed’s face she collapsed on top of him just in time to see Rabia throw her head back in pleasure while Aziz’s thrusting body tensed. Yasmin grabbed Ahmed’s throbbing sloppy cock, which his wife Rabia had just been sucking on and shoved it as far in her mouth as she could while Ahmed shot hot load after load of sticky jizz down her throat.
We collapsed with a sigh of sheer sexual exhaustion and satisfaction. Sweaty skin lay on sweaty skin and everyone oozed of sex and happiness. The limo rolled on down the highway, no one in any other car aware they were driving next to a wild fuck fest. Ahmed felt amazing, it felt amazing, he had just fucked his friend’s wife and ate her out while she sucked his cock in return. Ahmed wouldn’t even think of anything else to minutes on end. Aziz was the first to say anything.
“Well, I’ve been wanting to do that for a while” he said. We all looked at each other and just started laughing.
“I think we all did” said Yasmin, kissing Rabia one more time with her salty lips. We all half assed putting our clothes back on, passed around a few more drinks, cheering to our night of passion. The limo softly rolled to a stop in front of our neighboring houses and we got out to go home. Rabia and Yasmin winked at each other and went inside. I shook Aziz’s hand and said “I just can’t wait for the trip up to the cabin next month.” Thanks buddy!
