Adultery UNFAITHFUL MOTHERS AND HOUSEWIVES --- stranger_women

[ddey333]

She was quiet for a couple of seconds before saying,

"The last time it slowed like this, it started leaking in 2 days, so better to..."
"Yeah, better safe than sorry, right? If you feel like it, you should call him. I will be there soon anyway. But it's up to you."
"Okay. I will do it."
She hung up and I kept driving and thinking about the possibilities. Barely had I started thinking when she called back in a few minutes.
"He is coming up soon."
"Okay. Good." I said and then added at the last minute. "What are you wearing?"
"Che just left. Regular clothes."
"Change into The Kaftan so you are in it when I walk in the door."
Small pause.
"Later or right now before he comes?"
Now it was my turn to pause.
"Right now is fine. He has seen you in it anyway, so not like he will be scandalized."
"But...ok." the question she left unasked was obvious. What if he takes it as a sign and tries something? A natural question for a woman to ask. I still didn't think it would go beyond him staring and then me having a great night with her.
She hung up and I sped up a little more, wanting to reach my home fast to benefit from the warm sexy feeling that the young plumber seemed to generate in my wife. I kept waiting for a call with an update. But ten minutes went by and then twenty. I got off the highway and entered our city. And then called her.
The phone rang. And rang. Several rings until I thought it would go unanswered. When it suddenly was.
"Hey! Where are you?"
"What happened with Shafi?"
"How far are you?"
"About fifteen minutes away."
"I'll just tell you when you get home, please. I need another tall drink. Okay?"
And then she hung up. So clearly something had happened. And she needed "another" tall drink, which meant she had already had one. The time it took me to get home seemed like an eternity. I was practically sprinting out of my car when I got there.
I opened the door and Ritu was still in The Kaftan, sprawled on the couch, drinking gin straight from the bottle. She looked at me with a frowning face.
"Your wife just got groped and kissed."
I found that confirmation at once disturbing and relieving. Disturbing because it had clearly gone beyond just teasing and she sounded quite drunk. Relief because she seemed fine, just a little nervous.
"Are you okay?" I gently put my arm around her.
"Physically, yeah, fine. Just a little...disoriented."
"What happened?"
"After you told me to wear this, I first took a couple of shots to calm my nerves. Then I went to change. I wore a tank top and panties under it. Then had a couple of more shots before he came. I think I might have a drinking problem." she said even as she took another swig. I could see the tank top was still there, but I didn't notice any panties.
"So what did Shafi do as soon as you opened the door?"
"He saw what I was wearing and his eyes went up for a second before he said namaste and then just went straight to the kitchen. No staring or anything. Like he barely even noticed my dress. Maybe it was the alcohol but I felt ignored after how he has been staring at me in recent months. So I walked to the kitchen and stood a few feet from him. He glanced at me once and started working on the sink."
"And did.."
"Just let me finish what I am trying to say. This is not easy to say to you." she snapped.
"Okay, go on."
"He got up in a couple of minutes saying the problem was just in one section and he had fixed it and the drain should be good now. I didn't expect him to finish so soon so I didn't know what to say next. He asked me, 'should I go or do you want me to stay?' and I said what do you mean."