I'm not only pissed off, but I've had it with his fuckin' attitude. So, I decide that 'Enough is enough!'"What the Hell are you doin'? You no good mot...a fucka!" I scream at hubby. "And who in the Hell is this slut? What the fuck's goin' on here?"Hubby starts to babble. The other guy sees how pissed I am and he pulls his big, fat, dick out of hubby's ass, grabs his clothes, and heads for the door. To illustrate my point, as the other guy turns and begins to head down the hallway, I pick up one. I didn't figure on this and was really surprised. I thought I might get a real beating for this. But Dad really liked it as I sat there on his lap he hugged me. "Well I can't see any harm in it right now, he said. You girls go and play." I got off his lap and as I did he pinched my rear end and smiled. I didn't realize what that implicated but in the years to follow I would find out and in a most peculiar way. My two sisters giggled as we went upstairs to my sisters room. We played the. We started chating and I came to know that they have done wife swap many time in kolkata and her husband love seeing her wife getting fucked. Just then his bhabhi and Sardar’s wife went inside the kitchen and came back with “Black dog” bottle, 3 drinks glass and 1 wine glass and one Sula red wine and ice bucket, chilled mineral water and some snacks. Both the ladies served drinks and with cheers we start drinking.After some times both the ladies hand are on my face shoulder and all around my. I was prepared our affair would be a short stint, enjoyed while the going was thrilling was my stance. Love is intense and instinctual. It’s a potent cocktail of hormones, dopamine, and fiery lust. There’s very little if anything rational about it. I simply enjoyed his stamina and long endurance gave me surging good feeling in me led me along without a care. I just wanted him whatever the consequence. I was too sex starved that I only care by my side was a young man leading me up the path to.