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WARNING: This story is fiction, and should be treated as such.
The following story is for the entertainment of ADULTS ONLY, and
contains descriptions of explicit sex.  If you are not an adult,
or reading sex stories upset you, DO NOT read any further.  If it
is illegal in your georgraphical location, DO NOT read it.

My Life Changing Episode (wife, gangbang, M+/F+)

  I am a thirty-two years old housewife living in Houston, Texas.
I came from India.  I have two kids, a nine years old daughter
and a six years old son.  I somehow need to write this, to tell
what happened to me eight months ago.  Now that I just returned
from my niece's wedding in New York, I feel it is time to put
into words what I cannot hold in my heart any longer.

  As it is in Indian custom, my sister had to arrange a dowry for
her daughter's marriage.  Although the marriage was to take place
in New York, the best place to get the dowry done was in India. 
My sister invited me to come with her and her daughter to Bombay
to do her daughter's trousseau shopping.  This being one of
life's more enjoyable moments, I immediately agreed with the
blessing of my husband.  It was like a vacation away from my
daily routine.  Loaded with dollars we flew to India and stayed
at the Taj Hotel. Once in Bombay, my eldest sister's unmarried
twenty-two years old daughter from Delhi joined us. The four of
us thoroughly enjoyed ourselves shopping on the narrow streets
lined with saree and jewelry shops.  At night we went back to the
luxury of our five-star hotel to rest our tired feet and to look
at all our purchases of the day in the confines of our hotel
rooms.

  Aisha, who just turned twenty, was a typical American kid with
an east coast accent.  She stayed with Usha.  I shared my room
with my elder sister, Sunita. Sunita was ten years older to me
but she looked like she was in her thirties.  Her skin was smooth
and her body was well kept.  I must admit that I did have a
little more flesh around my body but I wasn't considered fat.  My
features were sharp that men seemed to take notice of.  All of us
were blessed with fair skin, which in India was preferred over
our darker skin brethrens.   We were treated better.

  We became aware that one of India's top Bollywood stars was
staying at the same hotel.  It was quite obvious as there was a
buzz around the hotel for this famous actor of Indian films.  In
fact all of us had seen him in Houston and in New York when these
actors and actresses came to do a show for the Indian population
living in the U.S.  We all kept a lookout to catch a glimpse of
this famous and very handsome man.

  As we rested our tired feet in our rooms, Aisha and Usha were
going up the same elevator as some people from the actor's
entourage.  Aisha who was not afraid to be bold and
straightforward asked the members of the entourage if she could
have a picture taken with this famous actor.  They weren't very
helpful but with her insistence she managed to get it done
although they couldn't promise that the actor would agree to get
his picture taken tonight.  Usha who was more sensible suggested
that her aunts should also be present with them when they would
be taken to the top floor suite.

  As Sunita and I were rushed to get ready for this auspicious
occasion, Aisha and Usha were animatedly conversing of how their
friends were going to be jealous of them.  We went to the top
floor suite and got through the various security personnel to
finally enter the actor's suite.  We were immediately
disappointed not to find the actor there to greet us but rather
twenty men belonging to his entourage rather busily conversing
among themselves.  Although we were of fairer complexion than all
the men, they basically ignored our presence.  We sat down on the
sofa and checked out the luxurious surrounding.  After what seems
like quite awhile, one of the men finally offered us some drinks.
We in our impatience all consumed our drinks in quiet.

  "He will be out soon," the man who served our drinks said.

  I felt relaxed and lighthearted.  I felt calm and free all of a
sudden.  It was a new experience albeit a strange one.  I noticed
strangely the same effect on my nieces and sister.  Then a
stranger thing happened.  The men started all coming towards us.
They converged around us.  There were four large sofas
surrounding a large coffee table and they led me to one of the
sofas.  My sister was led to the other sofa and Aisha to the
third sofa.  Usha remained where she sat.   Then four to five of
the men hovered around each of us.  Their voices seem distant and
I could hear eagerness and laughter in their voices.  Their
darker skin was around me.  My clothes were being removed.  I
didn't resist.  I don't know why.  I had no will to resist.  I
just let them take it out.  I wasn't embarrassed as my bra came
out.   When my panties were removed, I just sat there.  They
touched my breasts and put their fingers inside my pussy. They
commented on it being wet.  Then they all moved away.  I looked
at Sunita across from me, Aisha to my right and Usha to my left.
All of us were naked.  I just noticed how we all looked different
in our nakedness, how Aisha like her mother had those perky
breasts with smaller eraser like nipples and how Usha's and mine
seemed to be going south with large flat nipples.

  We sat naked for a while and then the men moved us to kneel
shoulder to shoulder on one side of the room. We sat waiting on
our knees looking straight ahead, our faces calm.  Then I noticed
the famous star coming into my view.  He didn't pay much
attention to us as he kept barking into his cell phone.  When he
finished his call he snapped the phone into his pocket and told
all the men to leave.  Once alone with us, the famous actor
unhurriedly removed his pants and underwear.  He didn't talk to
us.  Turn by turn he felt our breasts.  As he did, his limp penis
started to grow into a large bulbous tool.   All of us moaned as
he touched us.   We were all stimulated by his presence. When his
penis came to full length, he pressed it onto Sunita's lips until
her mouth opened.  Being next to Sunita, I realized that I never
allowed my husband to put his pecker into my mouth.   Sunita took
his dick into her mouth and went back and forth stroking his
manhood.  He then pulled out and pressed his slick wet organ onto
my lips.  I opened my mouth taking a penis in for the first time.
I gagged but managed to do a decent replica of my sister.  Much
to my surprise, Usha was quite adept at using her mouth.  Aisha
was also better than me but not her mother.  So face-to-face he
moved and we all invited his tool into our mouths.  I soon became
better, my first experience at giving a blow job.  I realized
that it wasn't too hard and thought about how my husband had
begged me to do it for him and I never allowed it.  He must have
gone ten rounds when he finally spurted himself into Usha's
mouth.  She swallowed his famous spunk matter. Unhurriedly he put
on his underwear and pants and invited the men back into the
suite.

  We were back in our four sofas, each of us able to see what was
happening to the others.  Four to five of the men once again came
to each of our proximities. This time their dark skins were all
naked.  We were mauled and abused, but my sister, her daughter,
my niece and myself all moaned in our own ways to the
stimulation.  Dicks kept being shoved into my mouth as dicks kept
being shoved into my pussy.  Aisha and Usha shrieked in pain as
their respective hymens were torn apart.   None of us resisted
and let these men do whatever they pleased.

  All four of our naked bodies were taken to the large bedroom
and placed side by side on the large king size bed.  I lay
between by nieces while my sister was way to the right.  Our legs
were kept open as each of the twenty men took turns on the four
of us.  With precise timing, four of them would be on top of the
four of us and after a number of strokes of their penis into our
vaginas, they would move left and the same thing happened over. 
One would leave to wait his next turn while a new person came in
from the right, my sister being the first to take on the eager
men while her daughter being the last to service the men.  So on
and on for hours the men used us as their personal assembly line.
Some would dart their filthy tongues into our mouths insisting
that we reciprocate to explore their mouths.  When the first one
finally shot his load into Aisha, the bride to be, he got off the
rotation and took my digital camera to shoot the action.  One by
one the men spilled their seeds.   The rotation soon dropped to
ten men, six shot their load into Aisha, two into me and one each
into Sunita and Usha.  Soon we were down to five, then four,
three, two and one.  The winner was ceremoniously applauded. Some
of the men got excited and took us again in no particular order.
Finally all the bullets had become depleted.  The men looked
satisfied.

  We felt comfortable where we were and we didn't move.  Globs of
cum oozed out from our vaginas but we didn't care.  I had never
taken two men before that I couldn't imagine I had just taken
twenty.  It was late into the night and as willing whores we
still lay on the bed, our legs open and our pussies swollen.

  About twelve men I had not seen jostled into the master
bedroom.  They wore the uniform of the hotel and seemed very
excited to see us.  Someone had brought in the low class hotel
employees into the suite.  Some were young and some were older. 
I recognized the boy who had brought my dinner into my room just
a few hours ago.   They speedily undressed and pounded on our
bodies.  They weren't as patient as the earlier twenty pushing
those away that were taking too long with any of us.  Aisha who
was a knockout was getting the most banging but I didn't get
spared either.  My sister Sunita seemed to sometime meet their
strong strokes and would moan rather excitedly.  These twelve
would simultaneously abuse our pussies and our mouths.  I had so
many different sized cocks awaiting my mouth's attention that I
enjoyed the cocktail of their different tastes.   Finally the
twelve had spent their ammunition on us, some twice and many into
our mouths.

  When morning came, so did the fog in our minds dissipated.  We
all felt ashamed of our nakedness and the knowledge of what
occurred.  We found our clothes and dressed.  I remembered to
take my camera.  Our bodies were sore from the abuse and we could
hardly walk.  With extreme difficulty we packed and checked out
of the hotel, aware of the whispering about us four whores
everywhere.  We immediately sought medical attention and even had
Aisha's and Usha's hymen sewn back together.  They had to become
virgins again for they were unmarried.

  Back in Houston, I never talked about this episode of my life.
All I had were about a hundred digital pictures that I had
secretly kept and looked at nearly everyday.  I never discussed
it with Sunita or her daughter, Aisha.   Everything seemed normal
at Aisha's wedding but seeing them again made me confused and
depressed.  When I left New York, I had to write this down hoping
to take away the demons.  My husband cannot understand my not
wanting sex with him.  Although I managed to give in three times
in the last eight months, it was the most difficult thing to do.

  While my husband is at work and my kids at school, I will
finish writing my thoughts.   I absently get up and get into my
car.  I drive to the poorer Hispanic section of town until I see
the brown apartment building.  I walk to apartment #3 and knock
on the door.  The sweaty man in a torn t-shirt and beer in hand
opens the door.  Three other Mexicans are sitting on the small
bed.  I take off my clothes and lie down.    Each of them takes
their turn on me.  I enjoy their odor, their pungent penises and
their beer breath mouths slapping over my lips.

The End.

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