08-11-2018, 01:58 AM
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Siddharth couldn't believe how much his wife had changed. They'd role played for years, but she'd always resisted doing anything for real. That had change now, but he had mixed feelings about it. It was thrilling of course. But the excitement was mixed with feelings of jealousy and his insecurity. What she'd said – "I'd forgotten how exciting it is to be with a really hot guy"—was a stark reminder that he wasn't a "really hot guy." She attracted hot guys all the time because she was so damned beautiful. It made him jealous and aroused at the same time.
He glanced at his wife, sitting on the bench near the temple, next to him. Anitya was wearing a yellow coloured saree with an orange stripe and a matching yellow blouse which was low cut. She had worn the pallu across her shoulder so that her cleavage due to the low cut blouse isnt visible. Sumit sat next to her with his kids (he'd come without Avani, who was visiting her parents). Anitya had young Sonu on her lap like last time.
Just then Anitya leaned over into Sumit's diaper bag as she'd done the last time in the temple. As she leaned over, her pallu slid off her shoulder and her huge breasts which were being held by a tight low cut blouse became visible. Out of the corner of his eye he saw Sumit staring at his wife's cleavage. Anitya didn't notice Sumit looking, or at least she pretended not to. As she settled back she adjusted her pallu, covering up what she'd just been revealing. Once again Siddharth wondered if she'd purposely flashed Sumit.
For the first time Siddharth thought about Sumit. He definitely fit the stereotype "tall dark and handsome." Siddharth knew he worked out all the time. In fact, he ran a gym or something like that. He understood why Anitya might be attracted to him; he definitely qualified as a "really hot guy" even though he was much older. The way Sumit gawked at her cleavage, it appeared their attraction was mutual. Sumit's wife Avani had been a beauty when younger (he'd seen their wedding picture). But her looks had faded, maybe because of age (Avani was 10 years older than Anitya) or the wear of having 2 kids. It wasn't surprising Sumit's eyes were wandering.
After the temple rituals ended the swami asked Siddharth to help carry some boxes to the shed outside. When he returned, he saw Anitya chatting with Sumit and a few others from the ceremony. Anitya and Sumit were standing close together and were talking and laughing. A stranger might think they were a couple. They both were really good looking, like models who'd just stepped out of the cover of fashion magazines. Siddharth felt his cock stir.
On the way home, Anitya excitedly said Sumit had invited them over for dinner that evening. Avani was returning home from her parents and they were planning a casual cookout.
When they arrived later that day, Avani seemed to be in a bitchy mood. She always seemed moody. Siddharth guessed her aloofness had added to her allure when she was young and pretty, but now it just made for a lot of awkward silences.
Anitya wore a white tailored blouse, tight skinny jeans and high heels. While casual, she looked amazing and Sumit gave her an up-and-down look when he saw her (although Anitya pretended not to notice). As Avani put Sonu down for the evening Sumit gave Siddharth and Anitya a tour of their house. One living room wall had a large bookcase filled with pictures. A few pictures of a younger Sumit with other women graced the shelves. All the girls had short dark hair, just like Avani. Sumit said they were pictures of old girlfriends, which Siddharth thought was strange to have in your living room.
Anitya got on her knees and leaned over to see Sumit and Avani's wedding pictures on the bottom shelf. Leaning over, the back of Anitya's thong crept up her back over her low rise jeans. Just a small amount of the pink lacy material came into view, but both Siddharth and Sumit's eyes immediately focused on it. The men looked at each other, Sumit turn
He glanced at his wife, sitting on the bench near the temple, next to him. Anitya was wearing a yellow coloured saree with an orange stripe and a matching yellow blouse which was low cut. She had worn the pallu across her shoulder so that her cleavage due to the low cut blouse isnt visible. Sumit sat next to her with his kids (he'd come without Avani, who was visiting her parents). Anitya had young Sonu on her lap like last time.
Just then Anitya leaned over into Sumit's diaper bag as she'd done the last time in the temple. As she leaned over, her pallu slid off her shoulder and her huge breasts which were being held by a tight low cut blouse became visible. Out of the corner of his eye he saw Sumit staring at his wife's cleavage. Anitya didn't notice Sumit looking, or at least she pretended not to. As she settled back she adjusted her pallu, covering up what she'd just been revealing. Once again Siddharth wondered if she'd purposely flashed Sumit.
For the first time Siddharth thought about Sumit. He definitely fit the stereotype "tall dark and handsome." Siddharth knew he worked out all the time. In fact, he ran a gym or something like that. He understood why Anitya might be attracted to him; he definitely qualified as a "really hot guy" even though he was much older. The way Sumit gawked at her cleavage, it appeared their attraction was mutual. Sumit's wife Avani had been a beauty when younger (he'd seen their wedding picture). But her looks had faded, maybe because of age (Avani was 10 years older than Anitya) or the wear of having 2 kids. It wasn't surprising Sumit's eyes were wandering.
After the temple rituals ended the swami asked Siddharth to help carry some boxes to the shed outside. When he returned, he saw Anitya chatting with Sumit and a few others from the ceremony. Anitya and Sumit were standing close together and were talking and laughing. A stranger might think they were a couple. They both were really good looking, like models who'd just stepped out of the cover of fashion magazines. Siddharth felt his cock stir.
On the way home, Anitya excitedly said Sumit had invited them over for dinner that evening. Avani was returning home from her parents and they were planning a casual cookout.
When they arrived later that day, Avani seemed to be in a bitchy mood. She always seemed moody. Siddharth guessed her aloofness had added to her allure when she was young and pretty, but now it just made for a lot of awkward silences.
Anitya wore a white tailored blouse, tight skinny jeans and high heels. While casual, she looked amazing and Sumit gave her an up-and-down look when he saw her (although Anitya pretended not to notice). As Avani put Sonu down for the evening Sumit gave Siddharth and Anitya a tour of their house. One living room wall had a large bookcase filled with pictures. A few pictures of a younger Sumit with other women graced the shelves. All the girls had short dark hair, just like Avani. Sumit said they were pictures of old girlfriends, which Siddharth thought was strange to have in your living room.
Anitya got on her knees and leaned over to see Sumit and Avani's wedding pictures on the bottom shelf. Leaning over, the back of Anitya's thong crept up her back over her low rise jeans. Just a small amount of the pink lacy material came into view, but both Siddharth and Sumit's eyes immediately focused on it. The men looked at each other, Sumit turn
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