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

[Ramesh_Rocky]

Anitya knew what Ayesha must be thinking. "That's Sumit, he's from the temple, and has 2 kids," she quickly blurted out. She grimaced inside knowing she probably sounded guilty.

"I see," Ayesha said overly dramatically, drawing out the I. "And his wife?"

"They're separated."

"I see," Ayesha repeated, again drawing out the I like she was Sherlock Holmes and had just heard an important clue to a mystery. "And where is Siddharth?"

"Um ... he's at work."

"Aaahhhhh, I see," she said as if she'd just figured out whodunit.

Anitya grimaced. The last thing she needed was for Ayesha to blab about this at work, she was the biggest gossip. "I know Sumit from temple," she explained. "I returned some things he'd left at temple. That's all. In fact, his date is in his house, and I'm leaving."

Ayesha looked disappointed. "He has a girlfriend?"

Anitya shrugged to her single friend, giving her a "sorry he's already taken look." She was pretty sure Rashmi wasn't Sumit's girlfriend, especially the way Sumit had been willing to blow her off, but she didn't correct Rashmi because it seemed like a good way to escape this situation. "See you later," she shouted to Sumit, waving her hand. Sumit looked disappointed as she got into her car and drove away.

[Ramesh_Rocky]

"How'd it go?" Siddharth asked when she walked in the door, disappointed she was home so early.

"Come on," Anitya said grabbing his arm. Entering their bedroom, she pushed him onto the bed. She took off her high heels and then her pants.

Siddharth smiled as his wife straddled his chest. "So you had fun with Sumit?"

"Shut up," she snapped, pinning his arms with her knees. "This is what you like, isn't it?" she hissed ripping a hole in her pantyhose. "You want this?" she taunted pulling her panties to the side revealing her wet pussy. "Lick me," she ordered lowering herself on his face.

She rolled her head back as Siddharth tongued her clit. The meeting at Sumit's had been humiliating. She'd made a fool of herself, practically throwing herself at Sumit and then finding out he had a date. She'd acted like an idiot prancing around Sumit's house and giving him a peek at her small breasts, when clearly what he wanted was the double Ds of Rashmi. She felt so foolish.

But god, he'd looked so good in that towel. He'd gotten her so hot. Just being in the same room with him made her skin tingle. But she'd never been so embarrassed or felt so rejected opening the door and seeing Rashmi, and it had all been Siddharth's fault. He was the one pushing her to do these things, and she'd decided in the car she was going to make him pay. So she grabbed his hair tight so it hurt and rubbed her pussy against his mouth. "Yeah, yeah, yeah," she moaned. Siddharth had always been good at eating pussy. She clamped Siddharth's head between her strong dancer's thighs, and roughly rubbed her cunt over his face, moving his head where she wanted by roughly pulling his hair not caring whether it hurt. "Yes!" she grunted as she came grinding hard on Siddharth's face.

She rolled off Siddharth and saw the confused look in his face. She immediately felt bad. It wasn't his fault. Yes, he was pushing her to do things, but she was a willing participant, more than that really because she found the games terribly thrilling. She was about to mount him to give him relief – she'd fuck him really good to make it up to him -- when the phone rang. She would have ignored it but she saw it was Ayesha. She decided to talk to her to further head off Ayesha blabbing at work and starting rumors she'd rather not have to deal with.

"Okay Anitya who is Sumit!" Ayesha said as soon as Anitya answered.

Anitya was about to repeat her earlier story when she thought of a better way to make it up to her husband. She smiled slyly at Siddharth and pressed the SPEAKER button on the telephone. "I told you Ayesha, Sumit is a guy I know from the temple." Anitya stood up and put her heels back on, smiling at Siddharth the entire time. He loved it when she pranced about in hose and high heels.

[Ramesh_Rocky]

"Yeah, yeah, whatever," Ayesha said impatiently. "Now give me the good stuff. You said he's separated right? Usually I stay away from guys like that because you never know, they may get back together with their wives, but Sumit is SOOOOO good looking."

"Well ....," Anitya began as if deciding whether to let Ayesha in on a secret. She sat on the edge of the bed next to Siddharth and ran a finger nail along his chest. "He used to be football player. Now he owns a gym. He works out all the time, you can really tell."

"That's what I'm saying!" Ayesha said excitedly. "He has an incredible chest, his biceps are so hard."

"Yeah, Sumit has a muscular chest," Anitya cooed, teasingly poking Siddharth's soft chest and biceps to emphasize the different between him and Sumit. Siddharth moaned.

Anitya stood up because she didn't want Ayesha to hear Siddharth's moans, and to prolong his torture (she knew he was loving this!). "Don't you think Sumit is soooo handsome?" Anitya giggled into the phone like a collegegirl while she looked into her husband's eyes. "Usually he has this sophisticated look going on where he combs his hair back, but today he'd just gotten out of the shower and his hair was all tussled like a boy. He looked so adorable!"

"Yeah, I told you, he's Mr. Hunk!" Ayesha replied, then became disheartened. "But how do I snag someone as good looking as him?"

"Oh, I don't know, there are things you can do," Anitya said, moving in front of the window and showing Siddharth her profile just as she'd done with Sumit. Siddharth gasped as his wife's perky tits became clearly visible through the blouse, knowing she'd done the same thing with Sumit.

Ayesha smiled realizing there might be something more going on between her friend and Sumit. "Come on Anitya, fess up," she said intrigued. "Are you doing the nasty with Sumit? Don't worry, I won't tell Siddharth. I mean, most married people cheat at least once."

"Are you serious, most people cheat?" Anitya said feigning innocence, sitting back on the bed. She covered the phone and ran her finger along Siddharth's lips. "Is that what you want, for me to cheat on you?" she whispered. Siddharth couldn't take his eyes off his wife. She was marvelous!

Anitya pulled her husband's hands to her breasts. Still covering the phone, she said, "Were you hoping Sumit would touch me here?" she whispered.

"Anitya are you still there?" Ayesha asked. "Come on , tell me, are you having an affair?"

Anitya laughed merrily. "No, but it sounds like you think I should."

"Well, yeah!" Ayesha said. "No offense, Siddharth is a nice guy, but if you have a chance to shag a man like Sumit you take it! I mean, from the look of him in that towel he's probably got 3 hands going."

Anitya saw the incomprehension in Siddharth's face and smiled, teasingly wrapping her hand around his erection. "I think you're right," she giggled into the phone. "Definitely 3 hands, at least."

"Come on, Anitya," Ayesha said seriously. "Guys like that are rare." Ayesha giggled at this. "Fess up, how big is your Mikie?"

"Well ...," Anitya said with a wicked grin, squeezing her husband's cock. The head of his cock barely cleared her fist. "Mikie is only about one hand."

"Oh," Ayesha said awkwardly. "Sorry girl friend."

"That's okay," Anitya said cheerfully. "That's why God created dildos." Just then Siddharth lurched and came, ejaculating over his wife's hand.

"What was that?" Ayesha cried. "Anitya, is Sumit over there? Is he doing you right now?"

"I wish," Anitya said longingly, with more feeling than she intended. "I've got to go Ayesha, Siddharth just got home."

"You are so bad," Siddharth said as soon as she hung up the phone.

Anitya gave him her best sultry look. "You have no idea how bad I can be," she purred, bringing her fingers to her lips. She was about to lick off his sperm, but suddenly Anitya laughed gleefully and flicked her finger across Siddharth's nose, leaving a small dollop of sperm behind.

[Ramesh_Rocky]

"Why you!" Siddharth shouted playfully and wrestled his wife to the bed. He tickled her and she laughed and kicked, both of them tumbling across the bed.

Anitya fumbled with her keyboard. She couldn't concentrate. She hated her job, marketing assistant in a big multinational. Her dream had been to dance, but she'd given that up when she married Siddharth. She couldn't stop thinking about Sumit and the day before. She'd been teasing Siddharth when she'd gushed about how great a body Sumit had, and how adorably cute he'd looked right out of the shower. But really it was all true. He was soooooo hot. It bothered her he'd had a date. Hadn't he just separated from Avani? What was he doing going on a date so soon? With practically a teenager no less! Anitya didn't know if she was bothered more by Rashmi's age, or her big breasts.

In retrospect, Anitya remembered how Sumit was always surrounded by girls at his gym. Almost always they were cut in the same mold: young and curvy, pretty with short dark hair, and big breasts. It annoyed her to no end how so many men salivated over big breasts. Didn't they realize how gravity worked? In 10 years Rashmi's would be sagging down to her belly button, whereas her small tits would still be perky and perfect. And what was Sumit's thing about girls with short hair?

The problem was, Sumit was exactly like the hunky guys she always pined over and dated in college and college. That had stopped when she met Siddharth, but Siddharth wasn't helping any with his kinky fantasies and the way he brought up Sumit all the time.

The next Sunday Anitya wore a conservative knee salwar, tight pants and heels, as well as a full coverage bra. She'd decided she wouldn't tease Sumit anymore. While she liked him a lot and wanted to continue their friendship, she thought platonic would be better.

At the temple Siddharth and Anitya sat next to Sumit and his kids. Siddharth expected to see Avani. He'd heard she was back, and even thought they were still separated, he assumed she'd attend the teple with her kids. But she didn't show up.

[Ramesh_Rocky]

For once, Anitya didn't have Sonu on her lap. Her focus seemed to be on the pooja. Out of the corner of his eye he noticed men sneaking peaks at her. It was always that way, and it wasn't just her beauty. Of course, a lot of it WAS her looks. Her face was flat out gorgeous, and she regularly wore wet silky lipstick that made it hard to take your eyes off her mouth. Her natural straight hair was lush and long. Siddharth would rather she grow it longer, but Anitya had limits because long hair was harder to deal with than short hair. So they had an inside joke, called the "bra-strap" length. During the summer, Anitya could wear her hair shorter, but it had to at least hit her bra strap. Anitya often joked, "what do you want me to do, take off my blouse so Danny can make sure not to cut above my bra strap?" Danny was her stylist, and her suggestion might be exciting except he was gay.

Anitya shifted and crossed her legs, and a dozen pairs of male eyes followed her movement. Siddharth wondered sometimes if his wife knew her full impact on men. Sure, she noticed men looking. She was a natural flirt and liked the attention. But he doubted she noticed all the subtle male looks going her way all the time. And then there were the little things. Like right now, with her left leg crossed over her right, Siddharth watched as Anitya arched her left foot. A few times he'd seen her dangle her high heel off her toe on purpose, when she was intentionally trying to tease. But now, as she arched her foot, she wasn't doing that to tease, she probably wasn't even aware she was doing it. But seeing her pretty well tones legs slightly arch out of her high heel, it was incredibly erotic.

[Ramesh_Rocky]

Siddharth noticed Sumit stealing glances at his wife. Clearly Sumit was captivated by her long legs and pretty feet. By the way Sumit acted, Siddharth could tell Anitya had him wrapped around her little finger, and the thought got him so hard it hurt. The idea of Anitya having sex with Sumit – a married man – aroused him to no end. Especially if Sumit and Avani ultimately got back together, because then Sumit would think of Anitya whenever he had sex with Avani.

Two weeks later Siddharth packed for another business trip. "Why don't you call Sumit while I'm away," he said with a lustful smile. "You could bring over dinner."

Anitya scoffed. "Siddharth, I told you what happened last time. Sumit likes busty teenagers. Besides, he's our friend now. I don't want to play games with him. Real life is one thing, the game is something else and I want to keep them separate."

"Well, just think about it," he said disappearing into her closet, and then emerging a few minutes later and dropping a small bundle of clothes on the bed. "If you decide to go, wear this. Email me a picture, okay?"

Anitya rolled her eyes and didn't even touch the clothes to see what he'd picked out. He laughed. An hour later he was on his way to the airport.

She tried not to think about her husband's idea, but it kept creeping into her head. Why did he have to keep pushing her with Sumit? Finally, she picked up her phone but hesitated at dialing. "I'll make dinner and bring it over, he and the kids will probably be happy to have a home cooked meal instead of Dominos again," she thought. "I'll only stay for a little while, and just go with what I have on now, I won't change into Siddharth's outfit." Satisfied with the deal she'd made with herself, she dialed Sumit's number.

[Ramesh_Rocky]

"Hello?" Sumit answered. Anitya's heart did a flip at hearing Sumit's deep masculine voice.

"Um, hi, um, it's me," she said nervously. She chided herself for sounding so idiotic and quickly added, "I mean, it's me, Anitya, you know, from the temple." She squeezed her eyes shut trying to control her nervousness. " Siddharth just left on a trip," she finally got out, "and, well, if you and the kids aren't busy, I thought I could bring something over for dinner."

"Hey Anitya!" Sumit said enthusiastically. "I'm so happy you called! This is Avani's weekend with the kids. I was thinking about going out for dinner. Do you want to come?"

"Well ... yeah, I guess. Should I meet you there?"
"No, absolutely not, I'll come pick you up, no sense having 2 cars. How about at 8?"

"Um, okay, 8 is good."

"Great! Hey Anitya, I'm really glad you called. See you."

Anitya hung up the phone, feeling dumbstruck. She hadn't expected that. She got up and looked in the mirror. She had on jeans and a Manchester United hoodie. She'd forgotten to ask Sumit where they were going, but most likely if she didn't change she'd be under dressed wherever they went. At least, that was her excuse as she started thinking about what to change into.

[Ramesh_Rocky]

She looked through what Siddharth had laid out. A brown sweater, brown flared wool skirt and off-white wool cable knit tights. The skirt was really short, but they'd be okay with the tights underneath. No bra or panties (how predictable!), but he'd included a lacy camisole (she'd need it because the sweater was loosely woven). He'd also picked out her brown ballet flats, the ones with satin ribbons that tied around her ankles (not what she'd have picked, but at least not 4 inch fuck me pumps). Anitya was surprised, she thought Siddharth would've picked out a sluttier outfit, but this one was okay, almost ... college girlish. After showering, she put on the outfit, blow dried and brushed her hair and did her makeup, then took a picture of herself and emailed it to Siddharth. "We're going out to dinner," she said in the message. "Have fun playing with little Sidd. LOL!"

"Hi" Sumit said when Anitya opened the door. He gave her a quick up and down look. She couldn't read his impression. He'd probably hoped she'd wear a tight see thought top and micro mini, or something like that. Well, too bad, they were just going out as friends. She picked up her lipstick, ID and credit card, but then realized she didn't have any place to put them. She didn't want to bring a purse (she was notorious for losing things). "Could you hold these for me?" she asked, and Sumit gladly took the items and put them in his pocket. Walking to his car, he opened the door for her and she slid into the car, crossing her long legs.

He drove but he kept getting lost, making silly wrong turns. "Are you okay?" Anitya asked.

"Yeah ... yeah," he said distracted. He found it hard to concentrate with Anitya sitting next to him dressed like she was.

"Well – you said we were going to the Enigma Pub? I think you turn here."

"Oh yeah, that's right."

They parked and the manager them to a table. As Sumit followed Anitya his heart pounded, his eyes looking from her long hair to her tight ass and then down her long shapely legs. He'd never been out with a girl so beautiful. He'd seen her dressed a lot of different ways – in temple and work clothes, clubbing outfits, casual jeans. But he'd never seen her like this, dressed, well, like an angel. He knew she was 27, but in this outfit she looked much younger, like an innocent college girl. He pounded down 1 beer, and then another, hoping the alcohol would calm his nerves.

"Are you okay?" Anitya asked seeing him drink so fast.

He nodded, and the alcohol did help. Pretty soon they were talking and laughing about everything, just like before. Both were thoroughly enjoying each other's company.

"So how is Rashmi?" Anitya asked, an impish grin on her face. "How old is she anyway? 21?"

"I'll have you know she's 22."

"Oh, that's sooooo much better," Anitya said laughing. "Seriously Sumit, where do you even go to meet 22 year olds? Do you crash college parties?"

[Ramesh_Rocky]

"Noooo," he said acting indignant. "I met her at the gym."

"Ahhh, " Anitya said. Now that Sumit mentioned it, she remembered seeing Rashmi there. "Soooo ... are you dating a lot of girls from the gym?"

"A few, but I wouldn't say I'm actually dating any of them."

"Oh I get it," Anitya said giggling. "You're just sleeping with them."

Sumit grinned awkwardly. He didn't deny it, so Anitya knew she was right.

"So what about you?" he asked wanting to change the subject. "Exactly what do you and Siddharth do? He said you're not really swingers."

Anitya felt uncomfortable talking about it, but she knew turnabout was fair play. "I don't know," she started nervously, "I mean, well, it's hard to describe. I mean, it's not really hard to describe, but ..." She covered her blushing face with her hands and laughed nervously. "Do we really have to talk about this?"

"Come on, tell me, what do you do?" he urged her. "Siddharth watches you -- do what? How does it work?"

"Well ...," Anitya said. "Usually I just sit alone, and Siddharth's someplace watching, and, well, guys come up to me."

That didn't surprise Sumit at all, she was gorgeous after all, but a part of him wanted to see it in action. "So show me how it works."

[Ramesh_Rocky]

What?" Anitya asked uncomprehending.

"Go to the bar over there. I'll sit some place and watch."

"You're kidding?" Anitya said, giving him a "what the fuck" look.

Sumit grinned. "No, come on, I want to see for myself."

Anitya didn't like his presumptuous attitude, and felt he was making fun of her. "Well, maybe I don't want to," she said testily.

"Why not?" Sumit asked challengingly. He didn't know why, but he felt bothered and angry. "Does it only work when you're dressed like a cheap whore, like that time I saw you with a guy's hand up your skirt?" He knew it was a cheap shot, and regretted it as soon as he said it, but his anger still burned so hot he didn't apologize.

Anitya's face went from shock, to hurt, to anger. "Fine," she said coldly. She held out her hand. "Can I have my lipstick please?" Sumit reached into his pocket and handled the small tube to her. She fixed her lipstick, Sumit's cock growing as he watched her purse her lips. He took out her credit card so she'd be able to pay the cover and buy drinks, but she said without emotion, "I won't need that." Without saying another word Anitya got up and went into the bar. He saw the bouncer look her up and down and wave her in, not asking for the cover charge.

Sumit gave her a minute and then followed her into the bar, paying the cover. The bar was crowded and smoky. He took a seat at a table a couple of rows away from the bar. He had a clear view of Anitya. It didn't take long before men began approaching her. She politely sent them away until a handsome dark haired man approached. She let him buy her a drink, and soon was talking and laughing with him. He offered her a cigarette, and she accepted. Sumit was surprised, he didn't know Anitya smoked, but then sometimes he had one or two in bars.

Sumit watched as the man touched her as they spoke, first on her arm and hand. Then he touched her knee briefly. Anitya didn't touch him back, but she didn't stop him from touching her or pull away. Finally the man put his palm on her knee and left it there. Sumit watched as he began caressing her knee, moving slowly up her thigh. Still Anitya didn't stop him. Finally when the man was an inch or so from her skirt, Anitya said something to him. The man looked disappointed and tried to change her mind, but eventually he stood up and left. Sumit saw the man had a disappointed look on his face and a tent in his pants.

The man hadn't been gone long enough for his stool to cool before another man took his place. Sumit saw the process repeat, Anitya letting the man buy her a drink, touch her up to a point, and then sending him away. He saw this happen again and again, and from the look of the crowd other men were getting ready for their chance with the beautiful lady. Each time it happened Sumit got angrier and more bothered.

Finally enough was enough. After the latest man left he quickly approached. "Come on, I'll take you home," he said anger and annoyance in his voice.

[Ramesh_Rocky]

Anitya gave him a dazzling smile. "Wow, you don't waste any time, do you? Shouldn't you at least buy me a drink before asking me to go home with you?"

"Come on Anitya, I'm not in the mood for games."

"Why not? Games are soooo much fun," she said with a wicked smile, running her finger along his chest. His breathing quickened at her touch. He hadn't seen her touch any of the other guys at all.

"You're drunk," Sumit said noticing her slurring her words.

"Am I?" she asked teasingly. "Are you my protector? Saving me from all those men who would take advantage of me? I think you deserve a kiss for that." Anitya leaned over and kissed Sumit's cheek, running her hands over his chest. "You're so strong, I think you could protect me," she whispered huskily into his ear.

"Anitya, come on," he said breathing hard.

"Oops," she said softly running her finger across his cheek to rub off the lipstick she'd left. Then she fixed her lipstick, taking her time, forming an O with her mouth and slowly applying the wet silky lipstick. Sumit couldn't take his eyes off her mouth.

"Anitya, please ..."

"What's wrong, is it my chest?" she asked with a pout, arching her back as if putting her chest on display. "I know mine aren't big like Rashmi's ..."

Sumit stared at Anitya's chest. The weave of her sweater was so loose he could see right through to the camisole underneath. The camisole was tight and molded to her body, like a second skin over her breasts and hard nipples. Yes, they were small, but they looked so perfect and tantalizing. "Yours are perfect," he said admiringly.

Anitya acted like she hadn't heard him. "Anyway, maybe there are some things about me that are nice," she said pressing the toe of her ballet slipper against his ankle. He looked down and saw her petite foot pressed against him, the satin ribbon sexily wrapped up her slim ankle and shapely calf.

"Anitya, stop," he groaned, his erection feeling uncomfortable in his pants.

"Do you know what Siddharth likes to do? He likes me to show him how the men touched me. Would you like me to show you?" She took his hand and placed it on her knee.

"Anitya, no," he said making as to pull his hand away, but he didn't try very hard and Anitya kept hold of his hand.

"Come on, you're the one who said you wanted to see how it worked," she said with heavy lidded eyes. She brought his hand back to her knee. With her hand over his, she ran his hand up her thigh. Through the wool tights he felt her firm, toned thighs. "One man felt me here," she said slowly moving Sumit's hand along the inside of her thigh. "Another man reached under my skirt before I stopped him." She pulled his hand underneath her skirt until his fingertips almost touched her crotch. She left his hand there. He could practically feel the heat from her pussy. Looking into his eyes, she parted her legs slightly. Not much, but just enough that he could touch her pussy if he wanted to. He felt perspiration beading on his forehead, he'd never been so turned on.

[Ramesh_Rocky]

She put her hand on his knee. "You know what happens next?" she whispered. She moved her hand up his leg. "Do you want to know?"

"Yeah," he said hoarsely.

Anitya smiled, as if pleased Sumit wanted to know. Then her expression turned urgent. "After those men have touched me and gotten me so hot" -- she continued slowly running her hand up his thigh -- "Siddharth takes me home and fucks me." She put her palm over Sumit's erection, and very softly squeezed him. "Do you want to fuck me Sumit?"

Sumit didn't have to be asked twice. He stood up in a flash and practically dragged Anitya from the bar. He registered the envious looks from all the men in the bar. In the car he drove home like a maniac. He was so hard he felt like he was going to burst through his pants. Just then he felt Anitya's head in his lap. She's so horny she's going down on me right here! He braced himself for her mouth, he knew he'd cum as soon as he felt her lush lips around him. But after a few moments he realized she wasn't doing anything. "Anitya?" he asked touching her head. He didn't hear anything except her steady breathing. She'd passed out.

[Ramesh_Rocky]

The next morning Anitya woke with a wicked hangover. She took two aspirin and drank a huge cup of water. Her memory of the previous evening was spotty, but she remembered enough to be mortified by what she'd done. She had on only the camisole and tights, so somehow she'd undressed herself. Or had Sumit undressed her? She shivered at the possibility.

Sumit called that day and the next, but she didn't answer. Siddharth got home and she told him what happened. Of course it got him turned on beyond belief and he fucked her non-stop. Afterwards to Siddharth, his wife appeared reticent about it and refused to talk to Sumit, either over the phone or at the temple. Siddharth could tell she'd been turned on, and she had been. Running her hands over Sumit's hard chest and actually palming his erection had been incredibly exciting. But she had so many conflicting thoughts and feelings. Yes, it had been exciting, and she was terribly attracted to Sumit. But she'd acted like a slut and it embarrassed her. Also, she sensed Avani wanted to get back together with Sumit, so she felt like she was betraying her friend. Finally, she worried about Siddharth and whether he could handle it if their game went much further. She had her own mixed feelings about that, too.

But Siddharth was insistent. He constantly talked about Sumit, how he was a friend and it wasn't fair to give him the cold shoulder treatment, how he was the perfect guy to further explore their fantasies. He explained how the fantasy of her getting picked up in a bar was powerful for him, but in the end the thought of her getting fucked by a perfect stranger was too much for him. The bull party was the same problem, just 100 times worst. Someday he'd probably be ready for that, but not the first time.

Sumit was perfect. Clearly she was attracted to him. But also he was a friend and married (like Anitya, Siddharth sensed Sumit and Avani would eventually get back together), and much older. Thus, Siddharth wasn't threatened by Sumit. After weeks of being harassed and cajoled, Anitya finally agreed to meet up with Sumit. "To talk, that's all," she said, agreeing with Siddharth it wasn't fair to give him the cold shoulder especially after they'd become such good friends.

They invited Sumit over for dinner. Siddharth wanted to pick out Anitya's clothes, but she refused. Instead she picked out a turtleneck, jeans, bra, pantyhose and flats. She didn't wear makeup or even any perfume. She also wore her hair in a ponytail. Siddharth's face dropped when he saw her, but she didn't change.

[Ramesh_Rocky]

Dinner went great. It was awkward at first, but eventually the friends laughed and talked like nothing had happened. They shared two bottles of wine. Then Siddharth pulled out a bottle of tequila and they did shots, laughing and giggling. "I've got a surprise," Siddharth said showing them a small baggie.

Anitya looked surprised. "Is that grass?"

Siddharth smiled and nodded as he rolled a joint. "I bought it from a guy at work." He lit it and took a deep drag, then handed it to Anitya.

She giggled. "Oh my god, I haven't gotten high since college!" She took a drag, holding the smoke in her lungs, then finally letting it out. "Oh my," she said, already feeling its effects.

Siddharth took the joint from her and handed it to Sumit. As he took a drag, Siddharth turned on soft music and pulled Anitya into his arms, moving in a slow dance. Sumit finished the joint and rolled and lit another, handing it to Siddharth. Siddharth took a long drag and then so did Anitya. All three were feeling the effects of the alcohol and grass.

Siddharth and Anitya continued to slowly dance, the married couple looking into each other's eyes. "What's happening?" Anitya asked with an uncertain voice.

Siddharth didn't answer. He took another drag and then so did Anitya. He maneuvered Anitya to where Sumit stood. With a casual grin that belied the seriousness of the moment, he handed his wife to Sumit. Awkwardly, Sumit put his arms around Anitya's waist. She looked at Siddharth uncertainly, then looked at Sumit and put her arms around his neck. They began to dance, slowly moving from side to side, looking into each other's eyes. Siddharth sat in a chair, mesmerized.

Sumit was rock hard. Anitya felt so good in his arms. She looked more beautiful than ever, and without makeup she looked so young, like a princess. As they danced, he didn't smell her normal perfume. Instead he smelled baby powder. He was so completely captivated by her, and looking into her face was hypnotic. As if in a dream, he heard himself ask Siddharth, "Can I kiss your wife?"

Siddharth gulped, knowing this was the moment. He'd wanted this for so long. He felt overwhelmed with lust, lightheaded with excitement. Anitya turned to look at him, an uncertain expression on her face. "Please do," he said looking into his wife's eyes.

A moment later Anitya felt Sumit's lips on hers. He started slow, just little kisses on her lips, then he placed his mouth fully on hers. He probed with his tongue, and she opened her mouth, and then his tongue was inside her mouth. They kissed for minutes, and when they finally parted both were panting.

Still in Sumit's arms, Anitya looked over at her husband. He had taken his cock out and was slowly stroking himself. "Sit down," she said turning back to Sumit. She got on her knees between his legs and unbuckled and unzipped him. She pulled down his jeans and saw the huge tent in his shorts. Her hands practically shook as she pulled down his shorts. Her eyes went wide. "Um ... really?" she said to herself in amazement as she gawked at the gigantic thing sticking up at her. It was huge, at least three hands long and very thick, with big veins running up the sides. She wrapped both hands around him. It was hard like granite, but the skin soft like a baby's skin, a darker shade of Sumit's dark complexion and completely unblemished.

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She looked again at her husband. He was still stroking his cock. She looked into his eyes. "Are you sure?" she silently asked. Reading her mind, Siddharth nodded eagerly. Seeing him like that, his face a picture of frenzied lust, Anitya understood what her husband wanted. For the first time she truly understood the wild extent of his demented fantasies.

As if making a decision, she looked back at Sumit's cock. Then she opened her lips and took him into her mouth.

Sumit moaned as he felt Anitya's lips envelope him. He could tell she wasn't used to his size, but she was doing a good job, better than good. He'd never had any girl so beautiful go down on him, it made it even more exciting. He wanted to wrap his hands around her head and thrust into her mouth, but he held back not wanting to hurt her. He'd done that to other girls, roughly fucked their face, to Avani, and to the many girls he'd bedded since they separated, but he didn't want to do that to Anitya, she was too special. But he couldn't resist touching her, so he reached down and fondled her breasts.

Anitya could barely take any of Sumit's cock in her mouth, he was just too thick. She loved the smell of him, the musty man smell. She felt his hands on her breasts and it felt good. She wanted to feel his hands on her bare skin. She released Sumit's cock and took off her turtleneck. She pulled off the hair tie and shook out her long hair. She reached behind her and unsnapped her bra. She looked over at her husband. His pants and shorts were around his ankles, showing off his thin, pale legs. Crazed lust filled his face, his lower lip drooping as he panted excitedly. His hand was wrapped around his penis. She noticed his hand completely engulfed his penis, she couldn't even see it. She'd known Sumit was bigger than her husband, but until now it had been an abstract thought. Now though, their immense size difference became real to her.

Anitya took off her bra and let it drop to the floor. She turned back to Sumit, seeing him stare at her chest. She waited for him to say something. When he didn't, she said timidly, "I guess not as big as Rashmi's, huh?"

Sumit finally tore his eyes from Anitya's tits and looked into her blue eyes. "They're the most beautiful breasts I've ever seen," he gushed sincerely, reaching with both hands and cupping her almost reverently.
Anitya was taken aback, and realized she'd been holding her breath. Until that moment, she hadn't realized how much it mattered to her what Sumit thought of her small breasts. She smiled bashfully, blushing from Sumit's compliment. She wrapped her hands around his rod and again took him into her mouth.

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Sumit gasped at the sensation of his cock once again in Anitya's soft mouth. His instinct was to roll his head back, but he couldn't tear his eyes from Anitya's beautiful face, her mouth open wide around his shaft. As her head moved up and down her long soft hair fell onto his thighs. He gripped the armrests at the sensation. He had never felt anything as good, her soft hair swaying across his thighs as she sucked and licked him. He'd always been partial to girls with short hair, but now he realized what he'd been missing all his adult life.

"I'm gonna cum!" he groaned suddenly. He assumed she'd pull off and finish him with her hands – most girls (including Avani) did that -- but instead she swallowed more of his rod. "Ugh, god!" he cried at the welcome surprise, and then he came, his hips bucking with every ejaculation, his hands instinctively gripping the back of Anitya's head and shoving more of his thick rod down her throat.

Anitya wasn't prepared for the amount of cum shooting out of Sumit's cock, and then he shoved more of his cock into her mouth. She thought she was going to gag. Then she felt his hands behind her head and he shoved more of his cock down her throat, and tears rolled down her face. But somehow she held on, and finally she felt him softening in her mouth. When she finally let him drop from her mouth, all she could say was "wow."

She wiped her wet hands on her jeans and rubbed the tears from her cheek. She looked back at Siddharth. He had cum too, his sperm on his hands. She went over to him and knelt at his feet. She softly stroked his cheek with her hand. "Are you okay?" she asked.

"Yeah," he answered, but she saw hurt in his eyes.

"It's okay," she said softly, taking Siddharth's hand and lovingly licking the cum from his fingers.

Siddharth had felt jealous watching his wife go down on Sumit, especially since she was so clearly enthralled by Sumit's cock. Siddharth had known it was big, but he'd never imagined it would be that long and thick. It made him feel insecure but excited him at the same time. Even though he'd just cum his lust still overwhelmed him. "Lay down," he commanded. He got on the floor and pulled off his wife's jeans, leaving her in just her black tights. He felt her crotch. She was soaking wet. He got between her legs and tore a hole in her pantyhose, exposing her glistening pussy. He went down on her. He heard her moan, and it made him feel good. He wanted to be the man who made her cum.

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Siddharth heard Anitya moaned again, and he licked harder, knowing how she liked it. But he felt her body writhe and sensed it wasn't due to what he was doing. He looked up. To his surprise, Sumit was kissing Anitya. He was fondling her breasts, rubbing her nipples between his fingers, and she was stroking his cock which was hard again. Anitya continued moaning even though Siddharth was no longer eating her, so he knew it was Sumit she was responding to, not him. In fact, he got the feeling Anitya hadn't even been aware of what he'd been doing. Sumit's lips left Anitya's and he took her nipple into his mouth. Her body writhed as he sucked her nipple, and then Sumit's hand moved over her flat stomach and cupped her pussy. With annoyance, Siddharth wondered what Sumit would've done if he'd still been eating her, push him out of the way? Anitya moaned and arched her back as Sumit pressed his thumb against her clit. Siddharth rose from between his wife's legs and sat back into the chair, feeling like a third wheel. Sumit immediately got between Anitya's legs. Siddharth knew he was about to see his wife fucked.

This was what he wanted, right? What he'd fantasized about for years? But his heart felt about to burst. He wanted to shout STOP! He wanted to pull Sumit away from his wife and kick him out of their house. But he knew he couldn't do that again to Anitya. It would be worst if he tried to stop it. So he sat there dumbly, feeling as if in shock, like watching a train wreck happening.

Sumit grabbed his big dick and aimed it at the opening Siddharth had ripped in his wife's pantyhose. He pressed it between her slim pussy lips and then leaned down on her. Anitya groaned and spread her long legs wider as the big head of his cock penetrated her.



"Ugh you're big!" Anitya grunted her eyes clenched shut.



"It's alright, just relax, I'll go slow," Sumit said soothingly. He gently pushed against her over and over, slowly pushing in and then out, each time pushing a little more of his cock into her. Anitya grunted and her nostrils flared with each of his thrusts. She couldn't believe the incredible sensations of having something so big pushing inside her and how wonderful it felt. She'd had a few other men before marrying, and most had been bigger than Siddharth. But nothing like Sumit. This was a totally new unbelievable experience.

Sumit took his time, patient and gentle, supporting himself on his muscular arms. Clearly he'd done this many times before, knowing how to indoctrinate his big cock to a girl for the first time. Finally with one of his thrusts he stayed in a push up position above her. He had enough of his cock inside so he could simply apply constant pressure until Anitya's pussy relaxed and gave way and that's exactly what happened as he expertly pushed himself balls deep into Anitya's pussy.



"Ugh!" Anitya grunted as she took the full length and thickness of Sumit's manhood. "God you're so big!"

"Are you okay?" he asked gently kissing her lips.

"God yes!" she gushed. "It feels wonderful!"

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Sumit smiled with satisfaction. He lifted himself up off of her and then pushed back down, impaling her with his long thick cock. He did it over and over, Anitya's nostrils flaring each time he plunged into her, but she was becoming accustomed to his size. Sensing this, Sumit started fucking her harder with each thrust. It wasn't long before Siddharth heard their bodies slapping together. Despite his mixed feelings, he was hard again and began stroking himself.

"Oh god oh god oh god," Anitya cried, her voice beginning to breakdown, no longer able to speak clearly. Her cries rose over the rapid slapping noise and Sumit's own grunts. Sumit's penis size and his sexual prowess were taking her to a new sexual level. Anitya whimpered as Sumit continued his assault on her body, and then she began to sob ecstatically. It was obvious Anitya was experiencing something she'd never before had with any man, including her husband.

Sumit kept up this brutal pace for an extraordinary length of time, and he had Anitya screaming his name over and over. Then Sumit lifted Anitya onto the sofa. Siddharth saw Sumit was going to have even more leverage with his feet on the floor and God only knew what he was going to put her through now. He found out immediately as Sumit began rapidly humping between Anitya' s legs. It looked like a thick pipe made from a shiny marble as it glistened with Anitya's excitement. Then Sumit put Anitya's legs over his shoulders, giving him even more leverage. He licked and rubbed Anitya's tights-covered calves across his cheeks as he pounded away. Her moans and sobs of ecstasy were continuous, and her pretty stockinged feet flailed helplessly in the air with each of Sumit's thrusts.



"Cum for me baby!" Sumit urged her.

"Oh Sumit!" was all Anitya could muster. Siddharth knew his wife was on the verge of a huge orgasm.

"That's it, let it happen, cum on my cock!"

"Oh Sumit, oh god!" Anitya cried as her orgasm hit. Her body shuddered from the thunderous orgasms that overtook her body. Sumit released her legs from his shoulders and leaned down, planting his lips over hers and kissing her through her orgasm. Siddharth's jealousy peaked at the intense intimacy of the gesture, yet his body betrayed him and he lurched and once again ejaculated over his hand.

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As Anitya writhed underneath him, Sumit kept up a relentless rhythm. His endurance was incredible. To Siddharth's dismay, her orgasm seemed to go on forever. Still kissing him, Anitya wrapped her arms and long legs around Sumit, hugging him so close it was like they were a single person. Finally Sumit slowed his pace, sensing Anitya's orgasm subsiding. He moved her to lie on the sofa, but they remained in their intimate embrace. He kept fucking her but slowed so he could talk softly into her ear. They held each other and kissed as they talked. Siddharth could hear the whispers but couldn't make out what was being said. Occasionally Anitya would smile and nod her head, then they'd kiss some more.

Anitya's legs were dbangd around Sumit. Her tights were laddered and drenched with sweat. She untangled herself from him and let him climb off of her. His penis withdrew from her making a suction noise as it popped out of her pussy. Sumit stood up and held out his hand. Anitya gave him a stunning smile and took his hand, and he helped her off the sofa. They held each other for a moment, his hard cock pressed against her flat stomach.

Anitya stood on her tiptoes, held Sumit's head in her hands and kissed him. Again, the intimacy of the gesture made Siddharth's heart sink. Smiling, she gently squeezed Sumit's hard cock, acknowledging he hadn't yet cum. She took his hand and led him to the bedroom she shared with Siddharth. She didn't even glance in Siddharth's direction, and he felt completely forgotten. Worst, he felt like he'd lost his wife. Sumit had already cum in her mouth and down her throat, now he was going to cum deep inside her womb and then who knew where else during the night. Siddharth's guess was Anitya wasn't going to get much sleep this night.

With horror Siddharth remembered Anitya had gone off the pill months ago, and she hadn't made Sumit wear a condom. Sumit was clearly extremely fertile; he had 2 kids with Avani. Siddharth leaped to his feet, he could still stop this. But getting up so quickly made him dizzy, especially with all the alcohol and grass in his body, and he staggered and fell. He finally got up, but he couldn't move very fast.

When he finally entered his bedroom he saw Anitya on her back, Sumit between her spread legs. Suddenly Sumit moaned and his muscular back arched, and he pumped again and again into Anitya each time with a shuddering groan, and then finally he slowed down. Like before they kissed and spoke softly to each other, Anitya's arms around his neck, softly playing with his hair.

Sumit was still inside her but his cock softened, and Siddharth's heart sank as he saw a thick milky cream leak from her pussy and coat her black tights. Siddharth knew in his heart Sumit had just impregnated his wife. He staggered from the room, fell on the sofa and passed out.

Sometime in the middle of the night Siddharth woke. He was barely awake, still drunk from the alcohol and pot. But his foggy brain registered he was in bed. How had he gotten there? He felt something sharp stabbing into his thigh. No, he wasn't in bed, he was in a boat, he felt the waves. He opened his eyes. Everything was blurry. Then he began making out shapes. Anitya lay beside him. On her back. Sumit on top of her, between her open legs. Her bare legs, she'd taken off the tights. Sumit moving back and forth. Anitya's moans and whimpering. Sumit was fucking her again. Not waves, the bed moving. Ouch. What was pressing into his thigh? A high heel? Anitya had on heels, and the stiletto dug into him as Sumit fucked her. Then the pressure disappeared. Anitya's legs went on Sumit shoulders. He bed shook harder. He grunted. His back arched. He pumped over and over. More baby making juice in his wife's fertile womb. Then Siddharth passed out again.

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Siddharth felt the sun on his face. He opened his bloodshot eyes. He felt terrible, his head pounded. The bed was moving. He looked over. Sumit was on his back this time, Anitya on top, slowly moving up and down, rocking back and forth. As she moved up, Siddharth saw Sumit's long thick cock, glistening with the excitement of his wife's pussy. He wasn't wearing a condom, which was no surprise. Each time she moved down on Sumit's cock, Siddharth heard her whimper and moan. Sumit reached up and gently cupped her breasts, gently rubbing her nipples and making her moan even more. Anitya leaned down and kissed him, their kiss lasting a long time as she slowly rocked back and forth, then she slowly drew back, her long soft blonde hair rolling over his chest, and Siddharth heard Sumit moan. Siddharth loved it when Anitya did that to him, when she was on top and swayed her long hair over his chest, it felt so incredibly good. Sumit had never experienced that with Avani or his short haired girlfriends, but now he was discovering that wonderful sensation from his wife.

It wasn't the frantic fucking of last night. It was slow. It was considerate. With a sinking heart Siddharth realized Anitya wasn't fucking Sumit. She was making love to him.

He got out of bed, disheartened. They didn't even notice, Anitya didn't notice. He thought about killing himself. What did he have to live for? He'd lost his wife. No doubt she was pregnant from Sumit's fertile sperm. He had a gun and bullets in the desk. All he had to do is put it in his mouth and pull the trigger. Maybe then Anitya would notice him again, at least for a minute. But he didn't have the guts to do it. He was a wimp letting another man fuck his wife, and a coward too. He made coffee and sat at the kitchen table.

He could hear their moans of passion and ecstasy. He knew he should leave the house, maybe take a drive, but he was frozen in place, like an insect attracted to flame. He heard Anitya cry out in orgasm, and then moments later Sumit's groans and the bed slammed up and down against the floor, over and over again, Sumit depositing another big load of his fertile seed deep into his wife's womb. Was there any chance he hadn't impregnated her by now? His cock twitched at the thought and he experienced another wave of self-disgust.

He heard bare feet on the hardwood floor and then the shower being turned on. The shower curtain opening and closing. Laughing and giggling. Then silence. Then moans and whimpering. God, were they really doing it again so soon? He heard banging against the wall, and imagined Anitya pressed against the shower tiles, her long legs wrapped around Sumit's waist, the two kissing as he pounded her again with his big cock. Siddharth couldn't help himself. He reached into his shorts, and came after just a few tugs of his cock, barely catching his sperm with a tissue so at least he didn't soil himself. Finally the pounding stopped, and then the shower turned off, and he heard people dressing. Siddharth felt like he wanted to cry.

Five minutes later Anitya emerged from the bedroom. Freshly showered, she wore only the Manchester United t-shirt she normally wore to bed. Seeing Siddharth sitting at the table, she smiled hesitantly, looking a little guilty. Moving behind him, she wrapped her arms around his neck. "I wondered where you went," she said kissing his cheek.