We are living in this Persian Gulf Business Hub since last 14 years. My husband is an Engineer, we live in a 2-bedroom apartment of high-rise building with 4-star hotel facility. I have two children who are shifted to native place after their basic school. We visit regularly at least once in a month to our native town in Pakistan.

I wrote this Literotica story during the COVID-19 Lockdown. Since I have ample time after 2014, I joined a private school as a Teaching Assistant. I am also doing my Master degree through an open University.

About 4 years back, an IT support officer joined my husband’s department. He came from south India. His name was Yash, about 28 years old, married to his GF who was about the same age.

There were a few studio apartments available in our building which costed half the rent compared to ours. It was what he could afford. My husband helped him to get one. His wife Bala came after he shifted to our building.

My husband Sadiq has 5.11 height, and weight about 92 kg. He is well endowed, very fair and sometimes mistaken as an Italian guy.

My height is 5.3 and weight is 58 kg. I am fair and my measurement are 34C-28-36.

Yash’s height is 5.4, he weighs 66 kg. He is very dark and would be mistaken as an African if he didn’t have black straight hair.

Bala’s height is 4.8, she weighs 65 kg and her measurements are 38-D-34-42. She is also very dark but has a charming face, full lips and shining black eyes. She has very thick black hair reaching till her bums. She has such a broad body shape that she stands out in a crowd of 100 women.

I helped her to setup their apartment, took her to the shopping center and gym in the building.

I learned that she was a good swimmer and worked as a part-time swimming instructor back her home. She offered me her coaching to learn swimming. Since Sadiq and Yash both were swimmers, I was only who was left out. Soon I started learning swimming.

Sadiq did shift duties because he was in operations. whereas Yash’s working hour were 9-5. In the beginning when Sadiq was at home, we all 4 gathered at the swimming pool either in morning or after the sunset.

Sadiq, Yash and Bala were good swimmers whereas I was a learner. Bala used to wear 2-piece red bikini, and she insisted me to buy one pair of the same. But I bought one-piece full, thigh-length extra lower to cover my thigh. The inly problem was it too tight and had low neck and was backless.

My husband was too excited to see this and kept on touching me in the water in presence of the other couple.

I noticed Sadiq looking toward Bala at the pool or elsewhere. Also, Yash was staring lustily at me which was very common for me even when I wear shalwar suit. I started to tease him back. I and my husband both became attracted sexually to this dark south Indian couple.

Yash was very hairy. Bala kept her skin hairless except she did not shave her armpit.

After a few days, Bala became careless. She started to change in front of me. I noticed that she did not shave her pubic hair too. She had a large clit poking through the jungle and also, her nipples were almost half-inch and dark black like black olive.

She noticed my attention to her private parts and gave a slap on my bump. Then it became normal between us – at least one slap on bump every time.

One evening, we all 4 of us were in the pool. Later when I was in the shower, both Bala entered fully nude. She held me from the back and her large melon was rubbing my back. Her hand was on my boobs and the other was on my smooth shaved pussy.

She rubbed her body on mine for some time. She then turned me towards her and forced her lips on my lips. I was already horny. Soon, our tongues started to roll. She held my hand and took it to her pussy. She wanted same favor to her. She was short in height but as broad as my husband.

It was not my first lesbian act. I had a couple of girlfriends before marriage. But I never had such pleasure. Maybe our contrast of skin color and our full experience as married women made us carefree and bold.

The silk of her pubic here and long. She inserting her tongue in my mouth made me suck it like I suck a cock. When I was at the peak of my pleasure because of the finger game on my pussy, she sucked my tongue hard and pulled my whole tongue!

Suddenly, I pushed my head back and shouted, “This is not Yash’s dick, you are deep-throating it, bitch.”

It might have been painful for her too and I felt guilty. Saying the name of Yash made me more guilty conscience. I was almost turned pink, and furthermore, the south Indian wife slapped my bum hard and made my bums pink too.

Then she kissed my lips softly and said, Darling, you need to be taught sex even though you are older than me.”

To be continued.