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Subject: {ASSM} Aarti went to Las Vegas (mmm/wife)  Part III, Final Chapter
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I am re-posting the original story for everyone's enjoyment.  Again the
story is partially truth and partially fantasy.  This time, I have modified
the original story to add Indian background to put perspective of a very
conservative, ethnic women (that is my wife).  Names have been changed
accordingly.  -------------------------------------------

   Aarti went to Las Vegas (mmm/wife) PART III As told by: Aarti Gupta
E-mail: altony1234 at yahoo.com

   Please e-mail comments _____________________ PART III And exactly same
thing happened.  Suddenly elevator stopped, door opened, and I saw two men
walking in.  I immediately clung to Peter so that my nudity would be
covered by Peter's chest and hoping that no one would notice that he had my
blouse fully open in the front.  I had to stay clung to this guy (that I
hate so much).  Peter deliberately kept on holding me by my buttocks.  He
was proudly showing his prized possession to other two men.  I peeked and
found the men were smiling and exchanging glances.

   I was feeling so humiliated that I decided to just close my eyes, which
relaxed me.  Finally, our floor came and Peter dragged me out of the
elevator virtually lifting me because I was clinging with him so close.  my
blouse was still open.

   We were in the hotel gallery with rooms on both sides.  In front of his
room, he made me stand by the wall and took off my blouse completely.  He
throw the blouse of the floor.  I did not say a word.  But when he pulled
on my *sari* I could not keep quite.

   I could hear myself mumbling meekly,

   "Peter please do not do this...  "Peter why are you doing this... 
"Peter please someone will come...  "I am feeling so ashamed."

   "Aarti, I do not want to get your *sari* ruined when you go pee.  We
need to take your *sari* off." I had no resistance left in me..  I begged
him..  "Peter can you do it in your room" "please, I am feeling very shy.
Don't take my *sari* off here...  someone may come"

   "Oh!  come on Aarti, it is 1 O'clock in the night.  No one will come. 
Besides, we are right outside my room." He grabbed both my hands and held
them above my head with one hand.  With his other hand, he tugged at my
green *sari* till it was just a file of cloth at my feet.  Now, I was
standing in the hallway in my black bra and green *petticoat*.  He touched
me between my legs.  It felt so good.  I closed my eyes while standing
against the wall.  Then he pulled on the thread holding my *Petticoat* . 
Pretty soon, my petticoat was also on the floor leaving me naked in the
hotel hallway with my black bra and transparent panties.  I did not have
pantyhose or stockings my husband never allowed me to buy any.

   I know he must be having a time of his life looking at my pubic muff
visible though my panties.  Also, I think he was again trying to prove that
he owned me.  That bastered.  In my drunken condition, I could not have
done anything.

   I tried to console myself..  "OK, that is it" ...  "he can not do much
now".  "He had his fun".

   I begged "Peter..  Please I have to go pee"..  "can we go to your room
now?"

   "OK.  Aarti.  But first take off your panties.  I don't want you to ruin
your panties." Peter grinned.

   "Can I do it in the bath room?"

   "Oh come on, you are a big girl, don't be shy, give me your panties."

   I felt I had no choice but to obey him.  which I did.  I bend over and
pulled my panties down, In the process, I was gonna fall down but thanks to
Peter who held me by grabbing both my breasts in his hands.  I was able to
take off my panties without collapsing.

   Suddenly, I saw those two men again standing in the gallery about 5
rooms away, they were witnessing the whole thing and smiling.

   I think I shrieked, which made the situation worst.  I flung my nude
body at Peter and clung to him asking him to please cover me with his body.
He obliged me gladly with his hands now on my totally naked buttocks.

   I closed my eyes.  I said to my self: "it is a bad dream, these men
would disappear".  "If I don't see them they don't see me".

   Peter took his time opening the door.  Finally I was in Peter's room in
his arms, naked except for my bra.

   Suddenly I remembered, in the rush I left my *sari-blouse-petticoat"
outside in the gallery.

   Peter said don't worry about your clothes, those men just want to smell
your panties so they can have a feel of your pussy smell.  Let them have
their fun.

   I felt very humiliated but I had to go pee.

   Peter took me to the toilet, made me sit on the seat.  I said "you can
leave now."

   "I think I will stay, no taking chances in your state." Peter said.  "I
told Mitesh I will take care of you"

   At that time I did not care, I had to go now, I spurted a thick yellow
color stream of piss from my pussy lips right in front of Peter.  After
that was done I shot many intermittent small streams of pee.  Peter was
examining my pussy and smiling.

   Then he took some toilet paper and went down and cleaned my pussy.  I
never thought that I would be naked in front of Peter and allow him to
touch my pussy.

   I could not get up, I said "Peter can you help me get up from the seat"

   "With a wide grin he said "of course".

   His one hand grabbed my pussy and other on my arm.  He easily lifted me
by my pussy.  While in the room, he said are you sure you are not leaking
piss?

   I said "No"...  "I am OK."

   He said "Aarti, lay down on the bed and spread your legs.  I need to
ensure that you are not leaking piss from your pussy"

   I didn't know what to say.  I was just feeling dizzy.  He sorts of
pushed me onto the bed.  I closed my eyes and spread my legs so he can
examine my pussy.  By this time I realized that I was totally on mercy of
this person and I better obey what he says.

   I do not remember what Peter was doing in my pussy, I think he was
massaging my lit and putting his fingers in my hole.  I only remember that
I was feeling great, and I was feeling my pussy getting wet and suddenly, I
realized I wanted him to message my pussy.

   I must have been moaning loudly in my drunken state because Peter knew I
was now his sex toy.  Next I remember, he was removing my bra muttering
something like "you don't need it now."

   When he went down between my legs to lick my pussy with his tongue, I
heard him say..."I better make sure your pussy is very clean".  I spread my
legs to full extent to give him as much room as possible.  I must have cum
in my excitement.

   I remember his thick hot prick pumping inside my wet pussy.  He was on
top of me clawing squeezing my breasts and playing with my nipples.  I
remember lifting my legs and putting on his butts so that all his penis
would be inside me.  I must have been moaning and making loud sexual sounds
because next I remember was a knock on the door.  Peter got off me and went
to answer while I was laying totally naked in his bed.  What if my husband
is at the door?  How would he feel seeing his young sexy wife laying in his
colleague 's bed totally naked?

   Peter was talking to someone at the door...  I could hear ..  green
dress...  sounds ...  what's happening...?

   When I opened my eyes, I saw again those two awful men staring at my
naked body.  I felt like dying...  there I was a conservative loving wife
here lying fully naked, legs spread with fully open pink pussy in front of
these three men.

   Somehow, I tried but I could not move my hands or my legs to close my
nudity.  I guess in that horny state, I was ready to take every strong men
in the hotel.

   I distinctly remember, all three of them taking turn with me.  I
remember getting fucked by all three, separately and in groups.  Peter was
saying "Aarti..  keep your mouth open, don't close it".  I wasn't gonna
disobey Peter now can I?

   They took turns fucking me in every hole from every direction.  They
enjoyed my body for hours.  I felt cum dripping from my mouth, from my
pussy and all over my body.  I must have cum many times.  All I remember is
that I was getting very wet and was enjoying the fuck.  They all came many
times on my body.  By the time the men were gone, I had cum over my
breasts, inside, outside my pussy, my mouth was full of cum, my hair full
of cum.  I must have passed out.

   I remember clock struck five when I heard Peter say...  "I don't think I
will take you back to your husband now Aarti.  You can sleep in my bed." "I
do not have any night gown, so just sleep naked".

   It was about 10 O'clock when I heard noises in the room.  It was Mitesh
with Peter.  Mitesh was a little irritated...  "You slut..  I just sent you
for pee and here you are fucking Peter all night long"

   I was too embarrassed to say anything intelligent.  "Mitesh, honey, its
not what you think, Peter made me do it"

   "Oh yah...  he told me all about how you started to undress in the
hallway and how you seduced him and begged him to fuck you." "But Aarti,
you don't have to apologize, because I don't mind.  Peter is a good friend.
I am not angry with you."

   "so you don't mind about the other men" I said meekly.

   "What other men"

   OOps suddenly I realized Peter had not told Mitesh about the two other
men he let fuck me.

   "Oh nothing at all"

   "what do you mean nothing at all"

   "Oh you know the dealer at the black jack table.  He was staring at my
breasts."

   "What wrong with that.  That's why I make you dress seductively."

   "Oh!  OK honey, let's go to our room." I tried to get up but suddenly
realized I was totally naked.  I had no idea where my clothes were and in
any case, I wasn't gonna ruin my blouse and *sari* with cum all over my
body.

   Peter's threw a shirt at me and I put it on.

   He said don't worry returning the shirt.  I will get it later.  I knew
what he meant.  I was not sure if I was happy to hear that or not.  I just
nodded my head in acceptance.  I did not want to disobey Peter. 
__________________________________

   PS;

   Do you think I acted as a slut?  Please be honest with me and let me
know.  I feel I have been a faithful Indian wife only a happy and willing
victim of circumstances.

   Aarti Gupta

   Please!  send your reply and comments to altony1234 at yahoo.com


   

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