Sin City
Copyright© 2009 by Audrey Haber
Chapter 24
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 24 - A tale about Page 3 lifestyles and relationships set in Bombay, India, in the late Nineties.
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Consensual Romantic NonConsensual Rape Blackmail Cheating Cuckold Rough Torture Interracial White Male Slow
It took the city's beautiful people a solid 18 hours to recover from the Sin City launch party. And many never recovered at all. Across the length and breadth of the island city, marriages teetered on the brink of destruction, divorces long contemplated finally came to a head, relationships fissured and split wide open.
Husbands woke to find themselves in bed with other men's wives, wives woke to find themselves in bed with other women's husbands.
Singles who slept alone woke to find themselves single no longer -- and quite happy not to be.
One expat pair woke up feeling maha khush -- they had been searching for years through classified columns, family contacts, the Internet -- and they had finally met by purest chance while ordering fresh lime sodas at the bar in CyberSingles. They were married less than two months later back in Salem, Oregon.
A conservative couple woke to find themselves in bed with another, equally conservative couple (or so they'd thought).
One confirmed gay bachelor woke to find himself in bed with a woman -- and was forced to accept that he wasn't as gay as he had thought. And that despite his hardbitten Bombay cynicism, he was a romantic at heart after all.
Bosses woke up with secretaries, rich daughters woke up with drivers, older women woke up with younger men (and vice versa), and in one memorable case, one happily married man woke up with another happily married man, and two marriages collapsed at once.
Almost everybody had a really great time.
In a bungalow on Napean Sea Road, Shireen Patalia, industrialist wife, socialite and queen of haute couture shows, woke to find her life shattered beyond repair.
She had been raped, battered and disfigured beyond recognition. And what was worse, she had personally invited the man -- and his wife, don't forget the wife -- into her house, into the sound-proofed sanctity of her private parlour, where he had turned abruptly violent while his wife locked the door and watched.
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