This story follows a period of time after Zeenat was first introduced in "Bachelor Party Vengeance" as a wife whose plan to nail her husband's infidelity goes seriously sideways.
I
"You want me to do what?!!!"
The very idea of what my husband Rafiq's dear friend, not to mention the groom-to-be of my best friend Karen, had just said to me was a serious shock to my system.
"Give it a thought and I'm sure you'll see the enjoyment and excitement in it," Hemant replied in a very measured tone as his hands slipped under my skirt, caressed my legs and worked up towards my pussy.
II
It was not the first time Hemant had intimately touched my private parts. In fact, we had been more than extremely intimate at a rather memorable bachelor party a while ago. Almost three years had passed since Hemant, Rafiq and others had planned to have a hooker over as entertainment for their buddy Aftab's bachelor party. Hemant's girlfriend and now fiancée, Karen, had discovered the plan and hatched a counter scheme. Somehow she had found the contact for the call girl and cancelled the arrangement. Instead both of us had dressed up as ladies of the night and gone to the event, with the idea of busting our mates. Rather than nailing the errant partners, however, we had both ended up being fucked every which way by the more than half dozen men at the party. Although my husband had not discovered my identity during the orgy, Hemant had recognized me from my wedding ring which I had forgotten to remove. First he had fingered me to a shattering orgasm while the others watched and shouted encouragement. As Karen kept the others occupied, Hemant had taken me to his bedroom where we had made passionate love. After I sucked his cock for a while he proceeded to fuck my pussy. Hemant had then tried to anally take me but his dick was too large to get into my backside and I was thankfully reprieved. Some days later he confessed that he had been aware that both Karen and I were the hookers but had played along. His hope was that I would give him an opportunity for another fuck soon. I had had many fantasies afterwards of a second encounter with him, but the stars had never aligned.
III
The invitation from Hemant to meet at a somewhat out of the way but chic coffee shop in Dubai was both unexpected and intriguing. He had waited till Rafiq had left for work and then asked simply if I was up to having a friendly coffee with him. I wondered what to wear and picked a floral skirt and heels. I had not talked to him one to one since the wedding nearly three years ago, though the men had kept each other company at golf frequently.
"It's so nice to see you Zeenat," Hemant had a big smile as he greeted me. I did not mind at all as he quickly kissed me on the lips, though the other patrons in the place definitely stared as a result. Putting his arm around my waist he led me to a table near a window. I noted that it was rather small and that our legs were constantly touching as we sat, talked and enjoyed our coffee.
"Congratulations on finally deciding to make Karen an honest woman," I let him know that Karen had already told me the good news
"Well I am glad that is out of the way," Hemant responded, "so now we can get down to more serious things."
"And what pray tell would those be," I mused.
This is when he dropped the big one on me. The request was so unexpected that I froze with the coffee cup halfway to my mouth.
"I would very much like Xenia to be the star of my bachelor party, in an even better way than for Aftab's event!" I remembered that Karen and I had used the aliases Julia and Xenia at that party so we would not be recognized.
What Hemant was directly asking was for me to this time willingly be the whore for perhaps a half dozen or more of his friends, most likely including my own husband. My first instinct was to fling my coffee into his face, but a scene like that in Dubai was not going to be good news for anyone. As I mulled over my answer, Hemant had grabbed one of my legs, removed the shoe, and was now busy caressing it.
"No, absolutely not," I finally responded after an extended moment.
"C'mon Zeenat you cannot tell me that your last experience as a hooker was not exciting and invigorating," he continued, "hell Rafiq raved for days after Aftab's wedding about how you had suddenly rediscovered your sexuality in bed!"
So my lying bastard husband had been talking about our sex life with all and sundry. I wanted to strangle him, but also was happy that he still had not figured out that I had been one of the main dishes on the menu at Aftab's party.
"Good for him but still no!" I held firm.
"Karen will be heartbroken and I have never asked you for any favours!" Hemant continued to cajole me with an inane line of reasoning while his hands rode all the way up my leg.
"Listen Hemant if this is about you having sex with me again, we can go right across the street to that hotel, get naked, make love, and forget everything else," I was blunt and to the point, and though beginning to get a little irritated by his insistence I bent forward to let him have a peek at the top of my breasts.
"That is not the point my dear," Hemant kept at it, "I thought you really got the last event going well and I felt a repeat would be a win-win for everyone."
"I still believe you are barking up the wrong tree!" I hoped the matter was closed.
"Well if you do have a change of heart, the event is not in Dubai but in Cyprus and you will be treated very well," he provided more information.
"So if I rhetorically say I would like a first class trip there, a few days at a 5-star hotel, and let's say fifty thousand dirhams for a one-night bachelor party, you would agree to my terms," I made a ridiculous suggestion hoping to shut him up.
"Done," he said, completely deflating my case and leaving my speechless for a moment.
