Sharing the Punjabi Wife

First some background. I am a 42 year old white American living in the Northeast US. My wife, Nasrila, is a 46-year old Punjabi from Pakistan. We have three children, two girls and a boy and have been married for twenty years. We met when she was a foreign student at the university I attended. When we met she was very shy, had not been with a man in bed, although she had dated other students. Of course, she was from a conservative Muslim background, but after a lot of persistence I was able to breach her defenses. From there, we got married and she has been a very good lover, always ready to fuck and able to come many times in a session.

She still has a cute face and a great body: about 5'2", 130 lbs, 34C-25-38, nice brown breasts and nipples, a nice, almost African curve to her ass.

Although she has always been the hottest woman I have ever been with, and I have been the only man she has been with, I strayed from her when she went home to Pakistan. I got into a relationship with a woman who lives near me.

When she got back, I continued seeing the other woman once or twice a week, out of habit and some attachment too The other woman was a bit more uninhibited, but not as sexy as Nasrila.

I got caught when my wife, who was suspicious, went to my office and found her number, got her address and hired an investigator to follow her. When confronted, I foolishly confessed.

Nasrila was very angry and threatened divorce, but another strange thing happened. She started dressing and acting sexier, suggesting nights in motels, where I would tie her to the bed, use sex toys on her, massage her with oil. She told me about the men that made passes at her, saying that this one was cute, this one not so cute, etc. She wore low cut blouses and short skirts. We would go out and she would remark that a man is staring at her.

I started to tell her to stare back at the guys. She would, and we would have this fun thing with that. I started to think about her and another guy. After awhile, I told her about this and she said "I don't think you could take it." I thought about this a lot and decided if we just used the guy as a sex toy for my wife to get pleasure out of, it would be o.k. She still said no, but would say things like, "he would have to use a condom," "I wouldn't do it here near home," to lead me to believe that maybe she would do it. We went out to dance clubs, where we would split up and I would hang around while young guys would hit on her and dance with her.

I knew that her conservative Muslim background and self-image would never allow her to agree to a threesome that was set up beforehand, it would have to "just happen." The problem was how to make it happen.

I found this site. I posted some ads here and in other places looking for guys and suggestions. LOTS of losers. Typical questions, right off: "Does she do anal?" "Will she wear a garter belt and spikes?" "Does she like domination?"

I did find some responses from reasonably well-adjusted guys, would chat with them or talk on the phone. I went back and forth on it for a few months. Some guys were just TOO attractive.

Finally, I connected with Rodrigo. He is a 38 year old South American living in New York City, no Antonio Banderas, but nice enough, 5'9" goes to the gym, a professional. We go to New York on sort of sexy adventures, so his location was right.

The plan was this: Rodrigo and I would arrange to go to meet "by chance" at a restaurant. The opener was him asking her in Spanish if she was from his country, because she is frequently mistaken for a Latina. We would hang out, and I would ask him towards the end of our dinner the name of a good dance club, and he would say that he was out for the night and was going dancing too. That was the beginning, and we had a few other things planned.

Nasrila and I went to NYC on Memorial Day weekend, on Friday. After we checked into our hotel, I arranged to meet Rodrigo alone by saying that I wanted to go out and get some bottled water, snacks and a bottle of wine while she took a nap. I deliberately stayed at a large hotel in midtown Manhattan, for anonymity. We met so that I could check him out finally and set the plan in motion for the Saturday night. When I went back, I took Nasrila out for a tour of the few remaining Times Square porn places for some naughty thoughts for her.

The next evening, we went to the restaurant agreed to - a Spanish one in Chelsea. My heart was racing when I saw Rodrigo there, on his appetizer. I motioned to the waiter that I wanted a table in conversational proximity to his (didn't say that though). Sat down with the wife. She was wearing a blazer with a white cotton blouse and a skirt a little above the knee.

Ordered appetizer, bottle of wine. We both were on our second glass when Rodrigo asked Nasrila in Spanish where she was from. Nasrila knows enough Spanish to understand, and replied in English, laughing, "Pakistan." So then we picked up a little conversation, he was smooth and funny, just what was needed.

We went through dinner, at the end I asked him about the dance club, and he accompanied us to this euro/techno place with a mix of all types, some gays, Japanese. Started to get crowded after midnight.

I must say as a pickup artist myself, that Rodrigo was good at it. He kept it light most of the time but we talked about a few heavy subjects, one of which was the entry to the next part of the plan. He joked with her, made light contact with her arms, danced with the both of us, danced with her when I "had to go to the bathroom." He was good at mildly complementary jokes about her at his own expense, being completely non-threatening but sexy.

We had a few drinks, but in no way did I want her to be shattered. Around 1:30 a.m. I said that I was tired. He said that he was leaving too. We met in the bathroom and we split a 100 mg Viagra pill that I brought to counteract the effect of nervousness in a new situation, each taking half.

When we got outside, I remarked that I had a copy of the Economist magazine that had an article about a development project in his country in our hotel room, and invited him up to give it to him. Nothing suspicious there, right?

We got up to the room, Rodrigo was still making light contact with Nasrila and flirting with her on the elevator, but not in any way that would set off her "creepy" alarm.

When we got to the room, I invited Rodrigo to have a glass of wine, turned on CNN and sat on the bed with Nasrila. He was sitting on a chair facing us. I kicked off my shoes. I asked him why wasn't he married, and he turned to a prearranged subject, his ex-wife was not very good in bed, not sexy, and he divorced her because he had a strong sex drive and she had deprived him.

I started to rub my hand up and down the back of Nasrila's blouse then inside on her back. I nudged her with my knee, smiled and unhooked her bra with one hand under her blouse. As we were talking to Rodrigo about marriage, Latin America and other stuff, I leaned into Nasrila and eased my hand around her back, reaching up under the front of her blouse to play with her nipples under the loosened bra. I kissed her on the neck, first pecks, then licks. I pulled my hand back and put it on her leg, lightly rubbing it a little higher, a bit under the skirt. Then onto her back again, then around to her breasts. Nothing too obvious to him, although he knew because of the plan, and she was getting turned on because of this "secret" fondling going on in front of him.

When he went to the bathroom, I kissed her on the lips, fully eased her back on the bed. When he came back from the bathroom after a long time (another planned event) we were fully into it, with me having her pantyhose off and my hand in her wet pussy. I told her "Let's put on a show" and she just moaned. I got her blouse up and sucked on her nipples -"my weakness"- she says. Rodrigo was there on the chair and watching. I peeked at him and winked. I think his horniness and the Viagra had had an effect because I saw a bulge in his pants. I know that I was hard as a pipe. I went down on her and sucked her pussy until she started to buck her hips slowly, reached up unzipped her skirt and pulled it down, then pulled my pants down and eased my hard dick into her. I fucked her as I unbuttoned her blouse and pulled it off, then pulled the bra off, so she was naked on the bed.

I fucked her so that when she started to buck her hips and get close to coming I would put my weight on her and stop the motion. She was not going to come yet.

I looked over at Rodrigo and said "look at poor Rodrigo, all alone and horny" I then said "Rodrigo, do you have a condom" And of course he did.

He crept over to the bed, crouching really, as I rolled off of Nasrila, sucking her breasts and playing with her wet pussy, pulling her over to the center of the bed while Rodrigo got on the bed next to her, him almost shaking as he took off his clothes while stroking and kissing her. He had your average 6 or 6.5 inch thing like me as he put on the condom, nice and hard, with a flat stomach and black hair on his chest.

He went down on her as I sucked on her breasts, then got up on his knees in front of her, pulled up her legs and pulled her into her, then pushed forward and into her. It was soo hot, I almost came from the sight of her face still with that faraway look of sexual pleasure.

He fucked her for a good long time, even flipping her over on top of him, sucking her breasts as he thrust into her. I had told him that this was a favorite position. The effect of the Viagra and the few drinks kept him hard and long lasting. I would kiss her and caress her as he was doing it. I think she came twice before he came.

After he came, he left (this was our arrangement). Then I made love to her again and she was still as hot as before, coming again.

The next day was interesting for both of us, but that's another story.