Adultery Cuckold - Adventures of a hot Indian wife Anitya by divya_baby (Completed)

[Ramesh_Rocky]

Nitesh couldn't believe his luck. He'd gotten into a big argument with his girlfriend earlier. Okay, so maybe he had gotten her pregnant. Hadn't she ever heard of abortion? That's what his old girlfriends had always done. He'd even pay for it. But no, Mansi wanted to have the baby, and she wanted them to get married. Fuck that! He wasn't getting tied down to one woman, and tonight proved why. This girl – Anitya – was way prettier than Mansi, in fact, she was one of the prettiest girls he'd ever seen. He wasn't going to get tied down to a girl like Mansi when he could fuck a girl like Anitya. While still fingering her with one hand, he reached down with his other and took out his cock. He had a condom in his pocket but didn't put in on. They cost money, so why use it if he didn't have to. This chick was so horny he figured she wouldn't ask. Besides, the thought of shooting his potent baby making juice into her tight body turned him on. Maybe he'd knock her up and she'd want to marry him, like Mansi. This girl was so beautiful he might consider that.

Nitesh turned Anitya around, pressing her back against the wall. He wanted to look at her pretty face as he entered her. He pulled one of her legs around his waist and positioned his cockhead between her pussy lips.

Anitya felt something pressing against her pussy. "Oh god, it's his cock!" she realized immediately. She couldn't believe how fast this had happened. Where was Siddharth? But then she understood, Siddharth wanted her to let Nitesh fuck her, he was hiding in the shadows and probably playing with himself right now. God, Nitesh had her so worked up, and he felt so big, she knew she'd cum as soon as he entered her, and she wanted to cum, her body was begging to cum! She was mad with lust! "Ok Siddharth, if this is what you want, then that's what you'll get!" she thought, and she wrapped her arms around Nitesh's neck and kissed him, at the same time pushing against him, inviting him to enter her.

Nitesh felt the pretty lady surrender to him and blood surged to his cock, making him harder if that was even possible. He pressed his cockhead between her pussy lips and got ready to push inside her.

[Ramesh_Rocky]

"Anitya, is that you?" Nitesh heard behind him, and then he felt a strong arm around his neck and pulling him away from the girl. "Get away from her!"

"What?!" Nitesh cried. "Is this your husband?!"

"No ... what?" Anitya said confused. Her head was spinning. Standing there wasn't Siddharth. It was Sumit!

"Get out of here!" Sumit shouted at Nitesh. Nitesh calculated his chances. The interloper was a big guy, almost a head taller and he looked like he had a strong chest and arms. He decided it wasn't worth it. He'd go back into the bar and pick up another chick, or worst case he could bang Mansi to get his rocks off. Taking one last look at the beautiful girl, he walked away.

"Are you okay?" Sumit asked concerned. "I'm here with friends, a bachelor's party – that's them over there – and I saw that guy mauling you. Are you okay? Do you want me to call the security officer?"

"I'm fine," Anitya said, trying to regain her composure, her breathing finally returning to normal. "I, ah, thanks," she said, suddenly realizing her skirt was still around her waist, and Sumit was looking at her nakedness. She pulled down her skirt. She looked away, absentmindedly brushing a strand of hair behind her ear. She felt so embarrassed, she wanted to find a hole and crawl into it.

Understanding hit Sumit. She'd been a willing participant, not a victim. "God Anitya, I'm sorry, I should have minded my own business," he said.

"No, it's okay," Anitya quickly said, grabbing his arm. "What you did ... that was really sweet."

Sumit pointed to his friends. "We were leaving. Do you want a ride home?"

"No that's okay," she replied. She couldn't bear the thought of riding home with his friends, the embarrassment would be too much. She looked around. Where was Siddharth? Then without thinking she said, "Siddharth's inside."

"Siddharth's inside?" Sumit repeated shocked, his eyes going wide.

Anitya felt like an idiot, and her cheeks took on an even deeper shade of red. From Sumit's expression she knew she had to give some explanation. "Sometimes ... well ... sometimes Siddharth likes to play games with me." Her cheeks burned with embarrassment. WHERE – WAS – SIDDHARTH?!!!!!!

Sumit's expression went from uncomprehending, to shock, to amusement. "Ooookay," he finally said, trying to hide a smile and not doing a very good job. "Then I guess we'll take off, and leave you and Siddharth to your ... games."

[Ramesh_Rocky]

She'd never felt so mortified. Siddharth was going to pay for this! As Sumit turned to walk away she grabbed his arm. "Please don't tell anyone. Especially Avani, please don't tell her." She couldn't bear the thought of Avani's judgmental attitude.

"Don't worry, I won't," he said reassuringly, but a smile was still painted on his face.

"WHERE WERE YOU!" Anitya growled when she finally found Siddharth in the club.

"Where was I?" Siddharth answered. "Where were you?"

"Sumit saw me!"

"What?"

Anitya grabbed her husband's arm. "You know, Sumit, from Sumit and Avani. He saw me, with Nitesh."

"That's his name, Nitesh?"

"YES, THAT'S HIS NAME! Siddharth, focus! Sumit saw me with him! He saw everything!"

Siddharth look dumbfounded. "What was Sumit doing here?"

"Siddharth, it doesn't matter!" Anitya said exasperated. "I've never been so embarrassed in my life! You have to talk to Sumit! You! Explain to him this is your thing! You have to make him promise not to tell anyone! "

"Okay, okay, I will."

"Tomorrow, Siddharth! Promise you'll talk to him tomorrow!"

"Okay, I promise, I'll talk to him tomorrow."

[Ramesh_Rocky]

"So you guys are swingers?" Sumit asked as they sat in the bar.

"No, not swingers. I mean, I'm not looking to have sex with other women." Siddharth smiled weakly. "I know this probably sounds weird, but I've always had this thing about seeing Anitya with other men. "

"Yeah, it's hard to understand," Sumit agreed. He hesitated, looking thoughtful. "But on the other hand I understand how important it is to keep your marriage interesting."
From Sumit's tone it sounded like he had more to say. "Everything is okay between you and Avani, isn't it?"

Sumit shrugged. "It has its ups and downs. Right now we're at a down, but we've been married for a long time, so I'm sure it'll get better. Anyway, you don't have to worry, I won't tell anyone, not Avani or anyone else."

That night Sumit caressed his wife's shoulder and then cupped her ample breast. "Not tonight Sumit, I'm tired," Avani said.

"Come on, babe, it's been over a week," Sumit said, encouraged by the hardening of Avani's nipple.

"Sumit, it's not my fault you're horny after going to dance bars with your friends!" Avani lashed out.

"It was a bachelor's party" Sumit protested.

"Yeah, right, like you didn't flirt with girls all night, just like you always do!" Avani half sobbed and then rolled over.

Sumit sighed and looked blankly into the darkness. He was too charged up to sleep. Eventually he heard the steady breathing of Avani. She'd fallen asleep. He took out his cock. As he stroked himself he closed his eyes and thought of Anitya. She'd looked so incredible, her dress hiked up around her waist. She had the most incredible legs, and his cock throbbed at the memory of seeing her in thigh highs and high heels. But what made his heart pound was the memory of her pussy. She hadn't been wearing panties and he had been able to see her clearly in the lamp light, a tight slit completely bare except for a tiny trimmed landing strip. She'd looked so different from Avani, who didn't shave or even trim, with big floppy lips that perpetually gaped open after having 2 kids. That incredible tight body, topped off by the most beautiful face he'd even seen. As his wife slept, Sumit beat off thinking of another woman.

[Ramesh_Rocky]

The temple that Anitya frequently visited with Siddharth, Sumit and Avani used to hold an annual charity event wherein the volunteers would give sweets and food to the needy who used to flock the temple during the event.

Anitya nervously approached the temple for the annual charity event. This was the first time she'd been at the temple since seeing Sumit in the club. She wasn't looking forward to seeing him, but she couldn't get out of it because she had volunteered to help months ago. What made it worst was Siddharth was away on another business trip. She looked at the event sign up sheet. Ugh! She'd been assigned to volunteer in the same counter as Sumit, and she knew Avani wasn't coming because she was visiting her parents again. She couldn't believe her bad luck.

She saw Sumit was in the counter already, distributing sweets. She walked around the table and stood next to him, trying to avoid eye contact. He apparently didn't feel the same awkwardness because he had a big smile on his face the entire time and kept trying to make eye contact. Finally after about 10 minutes he burst out laughing. She couldn't help herself, she punched him as hard as she could in the arm. "Shut up, you fool!"

"Ouch!" he said, but he didn't stop laughing.

When he looked like he was about to say something, Anitya growled, "JUST – DISTRIBUTE – SWEETS!"

This made Sumit laugh harder, and Anitya couldn't help a slight smile. But still she glared at him. "Just don't talk to me about it!"

"Okay, okay," he said rubbing his arm. "You pack quite a punch."

"I kick hard too!" she warned. But as he continued to grin, she smiled despite herself.

An hour (and three dozen sweets) later, Sumit pointed at Anitya's t-shirt. "Did you go to the Force fitness club?" She was wearing the gym t-shirt that she had joined last year.

"Yeah," Anitya sighed. "

"I know. I went there too, 12 years ago. I was even on the state cricket team at that time. So you like cricket?"

"I have three older brothers,all cricket fans" she said as an answer. She brushed a strand of her straight hair behind her ear, looking interested. "Who doesn’t like cricket, that’s the only sport that India follows” She giggled at the old joke. "You were on the cricket team? What was it like, tell me everything!"

"It sounds better than it is," he said in a charming modest way. "Mostly I used to be at the bench. I started playing a few games later, and even got drafted and played a season in the Ranji trophy. That didn't last, but I saved enough money to start my old business."

"What's that?"

"I opened a gym, Fitness Fanatic."

Anitya's eyes grew wide. "I know that place! I was thinking about joining it. I had learnt dance too, and I've wanted to start up again."

[Ramesh_Rocky]

Considering her fantastic legs, it didn't surprise Sumit that Anitya was a dancer. He gulped at seeing her smile and so excited, it was like seeing a beautiful sunrise. "You should definitely stop by," he managed to say. "I can set you up with Natasha. She's our best instructor."

Later that week Anitya stopped by Fitness Fanatic after work. Sumit introduced her to Natasha, and they hit it off right away, and Anitya signed up for a modern dance course. As Natasha showed Anitya around the rest of the gym, they saw a group of women around Sumit. "He's always surrounded by girls," Natasha joked. Anitya wasn't surprised, he was so good looking and the tight shirt he wore really showed off his biceps and muscular chest.

They went into the free weights room and saw some other girls lifting weights. "Now that you've signed up for a course, you can use the rest of the gym too," Natasha said, seeing Anitya's interest in the girls bench pressing.

"Oh, I could never do that," Anitya said.

"Sure you can," Natasha said. "You're slim, but I can tell you have a strong core from all the dancing you did in college and college." She showed Anitya how to lie on the bench. She took the weights off the bar, explaining that the bar itself was 45 pounds. Anitya wasn't really interested in lifting, but now Natasha had gone to so much trouble she felt obligated to try. Just as Anitya was about to lift the bar, Natasha's cell rang.

"Ooops, I'm sorry, this is my boyfriend, do you mind if I take it?"

"No, go ahead," Anitya said. She continued to lie on the bench, feeling silly not knowing what else to do. Finally she lifted the bar off the supports, and was pleased to find she could do it. She lowered and lifted the bar 5 times, but then she tired, her muscles not used to the exertion. She struggled to get the bar back into the rack when she heard a deep voice above her. "Need some help?" the voice asked. She looked up and saw it was Sumit.

"Um, well, Natasha just needed to take a call," she said straining under the weight.

"That's okay, I'll spot you," Sumit said. "Come on, 3 more, you can do it. That's right, lower it to your chest, then exhale as you lift."

Anitya managed to do the last reps, feeling good about her self-accomplishment. Sumit leaned over to help put the bar back into the rack. As he did, Anitya had a clear view up his loose shorts. She gawked at what she saw. He wasn't wearing underwear and his penis hung freely, and he was huge! She'd never seen anything so long and thick, and he wasn't even hard.

She stood up, her cheeks flushed. "Thanks," she said, avoiding eye contact with Sumit, the image of his cock burning in her memory. She didn't notice Sumit looking at her chest, her erect nipples clearly visible through her sports bra and top.

Anitya excuse herself and, after saying goodbye to Natasha, rushed home. Siddharth was still traveling. She tried to watch TV but couldn't concentrate. Finally she took a bath. As she often did in the bath, she let her finger tips trail along her body, over her breasts, around her nipples, down her stomach. She ventured down to her clit and slowly rubbed herself. She fantasized about all the things she and Siddharth had done lately. But her thoughts kept drifting to Sumit. He was so good looking. She kept thinking about what she'd seen up the leg of his pants. Anitya thought about what it would feel like to have that big cock inside her. She came, her shuddering body causing ripples in the bath water. Afterwards, after catching her breath, she felt envious of what Avani had to sleep with every night, and the thought immediately made her feel guilty.

[Ramesh_Rocky]

Siddharth was getting hornier day by day. He started imagining a slut in Anitya. He wanted to attend a swingers party with Anitya.

Getting invited to the party had been easier than Siddharth thought it would be. It only took an hour to find it on the internet. He sent an email, and after a short back and forth, directions to the party were sent to him. The deal was sealed when he emailed to the host a picture of Anitya in a bikini from their previous vacation to the Mauritius.

Anitya nervously fidgeted in the car. "I can't believe I let you talk me into this," she said nervously. "A swinger's party! I swear Siddharth, if you're doing this just so you can have sex with another girl, I'm going to strangle you!"

Siddharth chuckled and squeezed his wife's hand. "You know that's not what this is about," he said reassuringly. He'd explained everything to her. This party wasn't for swingers, not really. Two types of people were invited, married couples and "bulls." The purpose, of course, was for the bulls to fuck the wives while their husbands watched. The bulls were young, well hung muscular guys. Siddharth had made it clear to the host they were going just to watch this time, and probably wouldn't participate. The host was disappointed at this, but then agreed after seeing Anitya's picture.

After the episode with Sumit had been taken care of, Anitya had finally told Siddharth what happened with Nitesh, and how she'd almost gotten fucked. Siddharth was beside himself with excitement and fucked her non-stop that night, making her tell him over and over again what happened. Afterwards he felt jealous and bothered that she'd let things get that far, in fact, it sounded to him like she would have let Nitesh fuck her except Sumit had stepped in. Still, he couldn't stop thinking about it and part of him wished she'd fucked Nitesh. He thought this party would be a good next step, and talked Anitya into going.

They were met at the door by the host, who lecherously looked Anitya up and down (she looked stunning in a black strapless cocktail dress) and invited them to tour the house. They went into the kitchen to get a drink. On the way they ran into two bulls. In greeting they each lightly kissed Anitya's hand and asked if she wanted to party. She politely declined but Siddharth could tell she was excited by the atmosphere. The bulls were cool about it and kissed Anitya on the cheek, making sure to press their erections against her stomach (they were both nude). "Maybe we'll see you later," they said. "Maybe," Anitya replied a little breathlessly.

[Ramesh_Rocky]

In the kitchen a large man was fucking a cute lady with long black hair on the kitchen counter. A tall handsome man stood next to them, his dick in his hand as he watched the bull fuck his wife. The bull caught sight of Anitya and immediately said, "I'll be done in a minute if you'd like to dance."

"Thanks, but we're just, um, looking," Anitya said nervously, not knowing what to do with her eyes because he was naked.

The bull grinned a friendly smile. "That's cool," he said while still fucking the woman. "If you don't mind me saying, you've got great legs. Are you wearing undergarments?"

Anitya hesitated – it seemed strange to carry out a conversation with him while he was having sex – but then she nodded. The bull asked "can I see?" In a weird way his request seemed normal given the circumstances, so Anitya raised her skirt revealing her satin black coloured panty.

"Very nice," the bull said admiringly. The woman’s husband thought so too as he shifted his gaze from his wife to Anitya's legs. "Maybe we can hook up later," the bull said.

"Maybe," Anitya said. She pushed down her skirt but her flushed cheeks betrayed her arousal.

As they left , the husband caught up with Siddharth and Anitya. "I'm Ravi," the husband said, offering his hand. Siddharth hesitated knowing where his hand had been a moment ago, but then realized he was being ridiculous and shook the man's hand. "I'm Siddharth, this is my wife Anitya."

"That's my wife Shalini in there, with Mohsin." Ravi was a tall muscular guy himself, and his penis (which was still erect and hanging out his pants) was an impressive size. He could have been a bull himself. Ravi didn't try to hide his attraction to Anitya. "Sometimes we swing with other couples. We'd love to get together with you, you're incredibly beautiful."

Anitya didn't know how to respond, and Ravi took Anitya's silence as a yes. He leaned closer and palmed her thigh. "Mohsin is right, you have fantastic legs."

Anitya gulped as she felt Ravi's hand move under her skirt and caress her thigh. She tensed as his fingertips passed her satin panties and moved onto her bare skin above. She looked at Siddharth, but he made no move to stop Ravi. His eyes were on her skirt, and Ravi's hand underneath it. She looked back at Ravi and he smiled knowingly, rolling his eyes in the direction of Siddharth.

They heard Shalini call Ravi's name in the throes of passion. "I better be going," he said, then leaned in and kissed Anitya. She opened her lips allowing his tongue into her mouth. As they French kissed Ravi moved his hand between their bodies and fondled her breast, and Anitya let him. Shalini screamed again and Ravi reluctantly pulled away. "Remember my offer," he said, leaving Anitya panting and Siddharth so hard it hurt.

[Ramesh_Rocky]

The married couple looked at each other, both more aroused than ever before. After calming down a little, Siddharth took Anitya's hand and led her upstairs to continue their tour. All the bedroom doors were open, and there were naked bodies everywhere. In the master bedroom a tall and strong man was fucking a pretty curly haired woman missionary style. Three other guys stood in line waiting their turn, all of them naked and stroking their cocks. One of the guys noticed Anitya and approached her. "I'm Javed," he said with a movie star smile. "You must be Anitya."

"How do you know my name?" Anitya asked startled.

The Javed's smile widened. "Word travels fast," he said appreciatively looking Anitya up and down. He noticed her flushed cheeks and erect nipples. "Having fun?"

"It's ... interesting," she said, again not knowing where to direct her eyes. Javed was complete nude and his big hard cock was pointing straight at her.

"That's Ashwini on the bed, with Bunty," Javed said pointing at the bed, like a sports announcer doing the announcements. As he spoke he put his arm around Anitya's waist. "That's Rakesh over there, Ashwini's husband." Rakesh sat a few feet from the bed, stroking himself as he watched Bunty fuck his wife. In contrast to Ravi, Rakesh looked the part of a cuckold husband. Balding, big gut, his pudgy fingers wrapped around a small cock. He looked so different from his wife Ashwini. Her belly was flabby and her big breasts sagged (both probably from childbirth), but her legs were shapely and she had a pretty face.

"Ashwini's very horny," Javed continued, caressing Anitya's back. "She can't get enough."

"I see that," Anitya replied seeing the line of bulls and feeling Javed's fingers slowly tracing up her side.

Javed understood Anitya's meaning and laughed. "Oh, me and my boys aren't waiting our turn. We're letting Bunty warm Ashwini up, then we'll join in."

"Oh," Anitya said, the idea of Ashwini taking on all 4 black men at the same time sinking in. She could imagine where three of them would go, but what would the fourth one do? The possibilities made her shuddered, and she forgot about Javed for a moment, but then she felt his fingers trail up the side of her breast. Still watching Ashwini and Bunty, Javed cupped Anitya's breast with his large hand.

"You don't mind, do you?" Javed said smiling at Siddharth.

Siddharth looked frozen in place, and Anitya realized he'd been watching Javed and her, not the action on the bed. Siddharth shook his head. Javed winked at Siddharth and then Anitya felt him rub her nipple between his thumb and finger through the thin material of her dress (she hadn't worn a bra). She moaned, at the same time seeing the look of complete lust on her husband's face.

"Siddharth, Anitya's glass is empty," Javed said authoritatively. "Get her a refill, okay? I could use one too."

It bothered Siddharth at being ordered around by Javed, especially in front of Anitya. But his face felt hot with excitement. "What are you drinking?" he heard himself ask.

"Red bull, what else," he said laughing. "With a shot of vodka."

[Ramesh_Rocky]

Siddharth felt shamed walking out of the bedroom and leaving his wife with Javed. Ashwini's husband gave him an understanding look, which didn't make Siddharth feel better, in fact it made him sick. "Is that where we're heading, me playing with myself watching Anitya get gangbanged?" he wondered.

In the kitchen, Siddharth was approached by 2 handsome men. They were naked, had muscular bodies like wrestling champions , and cocks that ran down their thighs like pythons. "Are you Anitya's husband?" one of them asked. When Siddharth nodded, they shook his hand. "I'm Karan and this is Jimmy. We'd love to get together with her. There's room in the playroom right now. "

Clearly word of his beautiful wife had gotten around the entire house. Siddharth wasn't surprised, of the girls he'd seen in the house, Anitya was by far the prettiest. "She's upstairs right now," Siddharth said without thinking, his head fogged with lust.

"Thanks dude!" Karan said, slapping Siddharth on the back and taking his words as an invitation. He and Jimmy ran up the stairs.

Siddharth made the drinks quickly and rushed back upstairs. He didn't know what to expect. Would Anitya be on her back, a cock in all her holes? As he turned into the bedroom he felt excitement mixed with dread.

More men had crowded into the bedroom. There must have been a dozen or more. Siddharth had to squeeze in.

Anitya was sandwiched between Javed and another man. Other than Bunty who was still on the bed with Ashwini, all the other men were watching the action with Anitya, including Ashwini's husband. All of them had their cocks out, stroking themselves. It looked like Bunty was still inside Ashwini, but he was no longer fucking her, instead watching Anitya with the other men. Even Ashwini was looking at Anitya, annoyed at all the attention she was getting.

Javed faced Anitya, and they were locked in a deep open mouth kiss. From their cheeks Siddharth could tell Javed's tongue was inside Anitya's mouth. Anitya's skirt was bunched up around her waist. Javed's hands cupped and squeezed her tight ass cheeks. The man behind her was kissing her neck, and his hands were on her breasts (which were amazingly still inside her strapless dress).

Javed began nudging Anitya to the bed, and the other man followed suit. While locked in their embrace, the three slowly moved toward the bed. Bunty ungraciously pulled Ashwini off the bed, making room for his brothers and Anitya. Ashwini yelled "Hey!" but no one paid any attention to her, not even her husband. The other men closed in around the trio, stroking their cocks and waiting their turn.

Siddharth knew this was it, he was about to see his sweet faithful wife fucked at last, and not just by one man but by many men, all of them with huge cocks, and they would violate all her holes. He felt ready to cum in his pants.

But then something inside snapped. He moved forward and grabbed Anitya, pulling her away from Javed and the other man.

Her blue eyes were glazed over and her cheeks flushed. "What, what?" she softly said disoriented, as if coming out of a daze.

"We're leaving," Siddharth announced pushing Anitya's skirt down. He looked around. They were surrounded by a lot of big muscular men, and he wondered if they'd be allowed to leave.

Javed sensed Siddharth's concern and laughed. "Shit man, what do you think this is?" He looked disappointed but waved to the door, indicating they were free to leave whenever they wanted. Siddharth grabbed his wife's arm and pulled her out of the room.

[Ramesh_Rocky]

Siddharth and Anitya had barely spoken the last 2 weeks. Siddharth didn't know what to say. His emotions were so mixed he frustrated himself, so he was certain his wife must be exasperated if not infuriated with him. Also, it bothered him Anitya let all those men fondle her, and seemed ready to let them fuck her. They'd agreed ahead of time they were just going to watch, but Anitya seemed ready to do much more than that, to let them gangbang her. What had happened to his sweet, temple going wife?

Anitya was furious at her husband. She felt like he was jerking her around, encouraging her to do things, then changing this mind. He made her feel guilty, like she was acting like a slut, which was completely unfair because he was the one who started all this. "I'm done with this stupid game of yours, don't ever ask me to do anything like that again!" she'd said angrily when he'd asked how she could have let the bulls get so far with her. It wasn't fair, Siddharth was putting her in these situations, how could she not get aroused? But then he made her feel like it was all her fault.. All she wanted was to have Siddharth's babies and be a good devoted wife, and his demented fantasies were ruining everything.

Still not talking, Siddharth and Anitya entered temple and immediately ran into Sumit and the kids. Sumit looked terrible. "What's wrong?" Anitya asked concerned.

Sumit sent the kids ahead and then quietly said, "Avani left me last night."

"Oh no!" Anitya said startled. "I can't believe it."

Sumit and Avani's breakup seemed to snap Siddharth and Anitya out of their funk. Siddharth apologized for making Anitya feel like a slut. It turned him on when she acted that way. He assured her she'd done only what he asked, so if there was any blame it was all on him. He said the party had been too much all at once. In his fantasies Anitya was with just one guy. He admitted he felt jealous and bothered whenever they played the game, but those feelings just added to his excitement. But having so many big naked guys hitting on her all at the same time had just been too much.

Siddharth had never before been so open with his feelings about the game, and Anitya softened. She admitted she'd been terribly excited, and the taboo of having sex with a big man had always been a fantasy for her. All the attention she'd gotten had thrilled her of course. But when he'd pulled her away she'd been relieved, because the thought of having sex with even a single big man had terrified her, and she'd been practically terrified with so many big men around her.

They made passionate sex all night, re-living the party with their pillow talk and role playing. Siddharth purposely didn't ask if she would've actually fucked the bulls if he would've let her. He didn't want to hear her answer. If she said yes, then he knew they'd eventually go to another of the parties –they were already getting invitations to attend again (and he knew it wasn't because they wanted to see him again) – and if they did go again he knew Anitya'd be gangbanged, and he didn't know if he could handle that.

[Ramesh_Rocky]

Two weeks later the phone rang. It was Sumit. "I'm sorry to ask this, but I didn't know who else to call. Sonu fell down and I think she might have broken her arm. Could you or Siddharth watch the other kids while I take her to the doctor?"

"Of course, I'll be right over!" Anitya said concerned. On the way over she called Siddharth to let him know what happened (he was traveling again).

Sumit was away for about 3 hours, and luckily Sonu's arm wasn't broken, just bruised. When he got home he looked stressed, so Anitya prepared tea and poured for both of them. "Have you heard from Avani?" she asked.

Sumit nodded looking bitter. "She moved in with one of her old boy friends."

"Oh Sumit I'm so sorry!"

He shrugged. "Maybe it's for the best. We hadn't been getting along well. Mostly I worry about the kids."

The next day Anitya couldn't stop thinking about Sumit. He had to take care of their 2 kids all by himself. While there she'd looked into his refrigerator and pantry and there wasn't much inside. Siddharth was still traveling and it was a slow day at work, so she left early and went to the grocery store. She loaded two shopping carts and went over to Sumit's.

"What's this?" Sumit said opening the door.

Anitya stood smiling with 2 bags in her arms. "I just thought you could use some help."

Sumit said she shouldn't have, but he looked grateful. While Sumit brought in the bags Anitya made lunch. Afterwards she helped him give the kids baths and put them to bed. "Thanks a lot for this," he said looking embarrassed. "I've hired a maid, but she hasn't started yet."

"I'm glad to help," she said sitting down and crossing her long legs. Sumit looked at her legs, but she pretended not to notice. She'd told him she was a dancer, and he believed it. She had the slim yet athletic body of a dancer, her posture was classically perfect, and all her movements were graceful. Even walking across the room she looked like she was dancing. She also was the most beautiful girl he'd ever met.

"Do you mind?" Anitya said taking the remote control.

Sumit laughed when Anitya turned the cable to Star Sports. "Are you kidding?"

Anitya smiled. "I told you I had 3 older brothers."

"Are you going to temple on Sunday?" Sumit asked wanting to change the subject from sports.

"Um ... I think so," Anitya replied, caught off guard by the abrupt change in subject. She hadn't been planning to go because Siddharth wasn't getting home until Monday. She didn't know why she said yes, but now she knew she had to go.

Sunday morning she had trouble deciding what to wear. She'd teased Sumit before in the temple, when they'd first met. But that was before she knew him, when he was just a hunky guy and she was playing a harmless game of seeing if she could get his attention. She'd always been a flirt, and it was a harmless game she played sometimes. But now she knew Sumit, they were friends, and he was going through a lot. Still .... she smiled impishly. She opened her cupboard and pick out the best saree she had and started dressing.

At the temple she found Sumit standing next to the door. He was talking to the poojari, but she wondered if he'd been waiting for her. As always she took Sonu in her lap (her arm was in a sling but not broken). She made sure to "accidentally" flash her cleavage at Sumit during the pooja. She'd carefully picked out her blouse. It was made of a dark silky material, and sitting next to her Sumit would be able to easily see the dents in the filmy material formed by her hard nipples (she hadn't worn a bra), but farther away no one would notice. She felt terribly sinful teasing Sumit in the temple, so she prayed to God for forgiveness, even while at the same time the delicious wickedness made her nipples even harder.

[Ramesh_Rocky]

Sumit looked repeatedly at her chest. She pretended not to notice. After the pooja Sumit invited her over to watch football. She felt sorry for him. She knew it would help him out if she went over and helped with the kids. She agreed to meet him later, after she changed and picked up some food.
At home she called Siddharth but didn't tell him about Sumit. She knew he'd go wild if she told him, and she wasn't how she felt about adding Sumit as a regular to their cast of characters. Sure she was teasing Sumit a little, but that was just her flirting like she often did, it was all harmless, she didn't want Siddharth to go crazy about it.

She took off her outfit until she was down to her thong. She pulled on black tights because it was cold outside. She usually wore tights or pantyhose under jeans during the winter. Then she put on a bra, jeans and a Manchester United sweatshirt. She looked in the mirror. It was an okay outfit for an afternoon of watching football, but ....

Reconsidering, she pulled off the sweatshirt and found a light brown turtleneck that looked good with her long hair. She was about to put on the turtleneck when she glanced at herself in the mirror. Her bra was smooth and full coverage. She liked it because under the turtleneck it wouldn't show any lines. But on impulse, she took off the bra and replaced it with a heavily laced, unlined bra. She put on the turtleneck and looked at herself in the mirror. As she knew it would, the texture of the lace showed through the snug turtleneck. The fashion gurus at Glamour magazine wouldn't approve, but she knew men found it alluring to see the lines of a girl's bra. The unlined bra also made her breasts look natural, and would do nothing to mask her nipples if they got hard. She fleetingly thought about wearing high heels, but thought that too much, and slipped into flats.

At Sumit's, Anitya made chicken fingers and fries. They played board games with the kids. Anitya loved being around kids and had a great time, even with the TV locked on football all day long (despite what she said, she didn't really like watching football if it wasn't Man U). After dinner Anitya helped Sumit give the kids baths and put them to sleep. Anitya felt Sumit's eyes constantly on her. She wasn't wearing her tightest skinny jeans, but the designer jeans she wore were tight enough. Anyway, she looked at him a lot as well (he looked good in his jeans too), although she felt she was better at sneaking peaks than him.

Sumit poured Anitya a glass of wine and opened a beer for himself. They talked more about Man U, and realized they used to go to the same haunts. Before long they were talking about everything, laughing and having a good time. Anitya had a hole in her jeans, and at one point Sumit playfully poked her knee through the hole. "Can't afford new jeans?" he joked.

Anitya pretended to be hurt. "It costs a lot to buy jeans with holes," she said with a pretend pout.

[Ramesh_Rocky]

She expected him to laugh at her joke and remove his finger, but he didn't. Instead he brushed his finger back and forth over the nylon. "You wear pantyhose under your jeans?"

"Well, um, tights," she said feeling awkward talking about her underwear and realizing he probably didn't know the difference between tights and pantyhose. "It's cold outside," she explained pulling her leg away. An awkward silence followed. Anitya liked to flirt, but she knew when flirting went from harmless to dangerous, and they were close to that point now. She pulled her legs underneath her, trying to think of a way to change the subject. As she did her flats fell off her feet and hit the floor. Sumit's head jerked and he gawked at her stocking clad feet. "Shit, he has a foot fetish," she thought realizing things were going from bad to worse. Trying to be as unsexy as possible, she sat back up and primly slipped her flats back on. "Um, is there any more wine?" she asked holding her empty glass and trying to change the subject.

Other than that one awkward moment, they both had a great time, talking and laughing about everything. Finally Anitya looked at the clock and her eyes widened. "It's past midnight! I've got to get home, I have to go to work early tomorrow!"

Sumit gave her a hug goodbye and then kissed her cheek. It looked like he was going to kiss her so she quickly pulled away and left.

The next day Siddharth got home, and in bed Anitya told him what had happened. Siddharth got excited and made her put on exactly what she'd worn the night before. He rubbed her nipples so he could see what Sumit had seen. He stood behind her as Sumit had done as she pretended to wash the dishes, so he could see her tight shapely ass the way Sumit had. Over and over again he made her describe how Sumit had caressed her knee, and then he put his finger through the hole saying, "like this, he touched you like this?" He went wild when she described Sumit's reaction to when her flats fell off. "You shouldn't have put them back on!" he chastised her. Finally he peeled off her jeans and ripped a hole in her tights. "The next time you see Sumit I want you to wear these pantyhose!" he hissed as he plunged his cock into her.

"You want me to see him again?" she whimpered as he fucked her.

"Yeah," Siddharth moaned. "Next time I want you to tease him until he's cumming in his pants." He grabbed Anitya's jeans and ripped the hole larger. "See, I'm helping you seduce him, he'll love seeing more of your hose!" Siddharth grabbed Anitya's hair and pulled her head to the side, then he plunged his tongue into her ear.

"Ugh god," Anitya cried. For some reason her ears had always been super sensitive, so sensitive that when Siddharth did this it actually hurt. Siddharth knew this so he did it only when he was completely out of control with lust. "Siddharth don't," she pleaded, grimacing at the pleasure/pain.

[Ramesh_Rocky]

"You slut! You dress like a slut and you go over there and tease him like a slut, but then you don't even given him a hand job, you're a cock teasing slut, admit it you're a cock tease!"

"Yes, I'm a slut!" Anitya agreed, but at this point she just wanted Siddharth to cum so he would take his tongue out of her ear. "I'm a slut, I purposely dressed like a slut to turn Sumit on, I took off my shoes so he could see my feet, I wiggled my toes in my tights right in front of his face, I got him hard but I didn't go down on him or let him fuck me because I'm a slutty tease!"

"Just like at the party, right? You got all those big guys hot but then you didn't fuck them, you didn't even touch their cocks did you, did you, because you're just a cock tease!"

"Yeah, yeah, that's right!" Anitya pleaded as Siddharth repeated darted his tongue into her ear. "Siddharth, please stop ..."

"You're a cock tease, a slutty cock tease! Just like tonight! You teased Sumit, you slut, didn't you? But you wouldn't give it up, would you, you slutty cock tease?"

"Yeah, yeah, I'm a cock tease, yeah!" Anitya felt her husband's body tense, and then he finally came. As they lay panting, Anitya wondered what had just happened. She hadn't cum, and it seemed Siddharth didn't seem to care. Instead he'd done something he knew she hated. In a way she felt violated. But he'd been away for a week, and then he'd gotten so excited about what had happened with Sumit. Maybe his passion got the better of him. She felt confused but she missed him, so she snuggled into his arms and fell asleep.

[Ramesh_Rocky]

Siddharth felt cheerful the next day. Their sex had been fantastic, and he couldn't stop thinking about Sumit's pass at his wife. Okay, it wasn't much of a pass, but what could you expect from an older guy who'd been married for 20 years? While on his business trip he'd thought about Anitya constantly, and he finally figured her out. She was a natural flirt and liked male attention (he'd known that since meeting her), she got hot and excited by their games, but she didn't have it in her to go all the way with another man. She was too religious and straight-laced to break her marriage vows. If that wasn't true she would've been fucked by now, given the games they'd played. The evening with Sumit confirmed all that. His wife was a cock tease but she wouldn't fuck around on him. At least, not unless he gave his permission. The power he had over his wife's pussy made him feel secure, and made him more enthusiastic about their games and the possibility of going the next step.

The next Sunday they went to the temple, but to Siddharth's disappointment they weren't able to sit next to Sumit as there were people already sitting besides him. Anitya wore a tight blouse and slim pants that made her ass and legs look fantastic. After the pooja Siddharth and Anitya got caught in the crowd, and Sumit and his kids were gone by the time they could find him. The swami hurried past, looking around. "Have you seen Sumit?" he asked holding up a diaper bag. "I think this is his."

"Oh, it is," Anitya said recognizing the bag immediately. She took it from the swami. "We'll bring it to him."

They drove a couple of kms towards Sumit house when Siddharth pulled over. "Why don't you go over to Sumit's place on your own?" he said a lecherous grin on his face.

At first Anitya didn't understand but then it hit her. "Siddharth, you're insatiable," she said a playful smile coming to her pretty face.

This was something Siddharth loved about Anitya. She was carefree and always up for an adventure. "I'll take a taxi home and meet you there later," he said. "But take your time, as much time as you want, even dinner. You can tell Sumit I had to go to the office."

Anitya shook her head like she couldn't believe his one track mind, but still she wore a smile. "You're crazy, you know that?"

Siddharth leaned towards her and whispered hotly into her ear. "Take off your bra first," he said as he began unbuttoning her blouse.

Alarmed, Anitya's eyes darted around. "Siddharth, stop, people will see!"

He grinned lecherously. "So hurry up and take it off."

[Ramesh_Rocky]

He grinned lecherously. "So hurry up and take it off."

Anitya thought about it. Her blouse was silky and a dark cream color. The dark of her nipples and areola probably wouldn't show through if she was careful where she stood. If her nipples got hard they would poke through the silky material but she'd done worst things. Also, she knew Siddharth wouldn't stop until she took off her bra. So she took off her bra without taking off her blouse, teasingly putting on a sultry face but then giggling. "You are so demented!" she said playfully to her husband, dramatically dropping her bra in his lap.

"I've got something for you too," he said putting the bra in his pocket and reaching into the glove compartment. He pulled out 3 square packages. Anitya immediately saw they were condoms. "Just in case," he explained. "You know Sumit has 2 kids, so clearly he's pretty fertile. And you're not on any birth control now, right?"

Anitya hesitated. Then she said "Right," looking at the square packages. She'd gone off the pill a few months ago. They both wanted to start a family soon (probably her more than Siddharth), so they decided to let nature take its course. "Siddharth, you are so demented," she repeated rolling her eyes this time.

Siddharth dropped the condoms into her purse and kissed her cheek. "I'll see you at home later," he said getting out of the car. "I hope you have good stories to tell me."

[Ramesh_Rocky]

Thirty minutes later Anitya knocked on Sumit's door. "Hey!" he said clearly pleased to see her.

"Hi," she replied smiling. She held up the diaper bag. "You left this at the temple."

"Thanks!" he said gratefully, relief on his face. "But you didn't have to come all this way."

"That's okay, Siddharth had to go to the office."

"Well, come on in," he said enthusiastically. Anitya stepped in, being careful where she stood because if the sunlight hit her profile Sumit would get an eyeful of her braless breasts through her blouse. She suddenly became aware of what Sumit was wearing. Or not wearing really, because all he had on was a white bath towel around his waist. He had a smaller towel in his hand which he used to rubbed his wet hair. Clearly he'd just got out of the shower.
"Oh, I'm sorry, you're getting ready to go somewhere," she said turning to leave.

"No, no, don't go yet, let me get you a coke," he said. He got a Coke from the refrigerator.

"Um, do you have a Diet Coke?"

Sumit looked again. "I've got Diet Pepsi and Coke Zero."

Anitya scrunched up her face. "That's okay, I'll just have ice water."

Sumit opened his hands in a "what the heck?" gesture. "They're all the same," he said grinning.

"No they're not."

Sumit laughed. "They're all diet soda, they all taste the same."

Anitya crossed her arms stubbornly. She hated being disagreed with. "You're wrong," she said with finality.

Sumit kept smiling but decided to drop it. He was getting to know her, and knew she had a stubborn streak and a quick temper. He found it all charming though, and it didn't hurt that she looked so damn cute when she got angry.

As Sumit fiddled with ice and water Anitya took the opportunity to look him up and down. She liked what she saw, dark complexion, a well-defined chest, broad shoulders and muscular arms and legs. Soft dark hair ran from below his belly button to around his biceps, and the sight made her shiver (Siddharth's chest was almost hairless). She looked away just before he turned with the ice water, pretending to study the pictures in the shelves. "Why do you keep pictures of all your old girl friends?" Anitya noticed they all looked like Avani: curvy with big chests and short dark hair.

[Ramesh_Rocky]

"I don't know," he shrugged, "I guess that's just how I am. I like to remember my past."

"But didn't Avani get mad?"

"Yeah, sometimes, but I always told her it was okay with me if she put up pictures of her old boyfriends." Anitya thought that strange but didn't say anything more, although she didn't see any pictures of Avani with her old boyfriends.

Just then the phone rang. He saw the caller ID and looked apologetic. "I'll just be a minute," he said picking up the phone. As he looked away she snuck a look at his crotch and saw what appeared to be a thick snake running down his thigh. She remembered Ayesha's measuring technique (the girl from her office). At least 3 hands, she thought with a smile.

"Avani just picked up the kids," Anitya heard Sumit say. She couldn't make out what the person on the other end of the line was saying, but she was certain it was a woman's voice. "That's great. I can't wait to see you too. Bye."

"Avani's back?" Anitya asked, processing what she'd just heard.

Sumit nodded. "Just got back last week. We saw a lawyer this week and worked out joint custody."

"So, what, you're going out on a date?" Anitya asked, a smile planted on her pretty face but her question coming out like an accusation.

"Well ... yeah," Sumit said warily, noticing Anitya's sudden coldness. Then he added flippantly, "I mean, life goes on."

"Life goes on," Anitya slowly repeated as if analyzing every word. "Well, have a good time," she said tersely, walking towards the door. Then on impulse she paused in front of the window next to the door, pretending to look in her purse for her car keys and turning slightly to show Sumit her profile. With the bright sun making her blouse almost transparent, she knew her braless, perky breasts and upturned nipples were clearly visible for Sumit to see. She got some satisfaction when, out of the corner of her eye, she saw him trying to hide a growing hard-on.

[Ramesh_Rocky]

Anitya opened the door and was startled to see a young woman standing on the stoop. "Oh," the girl said just as surprised to see Anitya. She was younger than Anitya, maybe 22 or 23, and very pretty. Like Avani and Sumit's old girlfriends, she had short dark hair and a classic hour glass figure. Anitya's minor victory over teasing Sumit with a flash of her breasts was short lived when she saw the huge chest of Sumit's date. "Does Sumit live here?"

"Yes, he's inside," Anitya replied feeling awkward. For some reason she felt the need to explain why she was there. "We go to the same temple, he left something there and I just brought it to him." She flushed with embarrassment and hurriedly added, "Anyway, I'm leaving now, goodbye."

"Anitya wait," Sumit said stepping onto the stoop. "Rashmi, can you wait inside? I just need to talk to Anitya for a minute."

Rashmi looked chagrined and flashed Sumit a petulant inquiringly look (he was still wearing just a towel around his waist), but she stepped into the house. Sumit closed the door and turned to Anitya. "Are you okay?"

"I'm fine," Anitya snapped her short temper flaring up. "Sumit, you're standing in a towel and your date is waiting, don't you think you should go back inside."

"Wait," Sumit said grabbing her arm. "You never told me why you came by. I mean, not just to return the diaper bag?"

"I told you," Anitya said impatiently. "Siddharth had to go to the office, so I thought we could hang out, maybe watch the game again."

Sumit's face brightened. "That sounds great!" he said enthusiastically. "Come back in!"

Anitya looked at him like he was crazy. "Hello? Rashmi?"

"Don't worry about that, I'll get rid of her," he said immediately. "Don't give me that look, I'll make up a good excuse like I have to pick up the kids or something." He leaned in and whispered conspiratorially. "To be honest, I think she's too young for me."

Anitya rolled her eyes. "Ya think?!" she scoffed. She scowled at him, but then they both laughed.

Just then they heard a car horn. "Hey Anitya is that you?" Anitya turned and saw it was her friend Ayesha from work. She glanced worriedly at Sumit and then ran over to Ayesha's car.

"What are you doing here?" Anitya asked.

"What are you?" Ayesha replied, then looked over her sunglasses at Sumit who was still standing on the stoop, obviously waiting for Anitya to come back. "And who is your friend over there? What's his name, Mr. Hunk?"