Adultery Indian Wife Stories Collected from the Internet by Anubhav1992

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Soon our dinner arrived. I had to go to the loo to freshen up a bit. While I climbed down from my berth I had to make a choice of either climbing down facing the man or showing my back to him. I chose to climb down facing him. From the corner of my eyes I knew he was still looking at me. Now he was sitting up stretching his legs onto the opposite upper berth which was vacant. I climbed down quietly and moved out.

When I came back from the loo, I found him standing by the door to the compartment. He opened the door for me. I intentionally didn't look at him. But the way he stood opening the door, there was little space for me to pass. I wanted to tell him to make space but I thought may be it was intentional on his part in order to initiate a talk. My fear told me not to talk to the man. I took a deep breath and simply passed by whatever space was available. In the process I felt his warm breath on my forehead and my breasts rubbed slightly with his chest. I was sure he felt my breasts since I did feel his taut chest.

Being married I was a bit ashamed as well as angry. Ashamed because I didn't know I could allow a sensation of pleasure invade me from another man who wasn't my husband and angry because I was enjoying that forbidden pleasure. I think I should tell you here that I was a virgin at the time of my marriage. However I never could summon the courage to tell my husband I did make out a couple of times with my boy friends in college which didn't involve any penetration. I don't know how he would have reacted since pre-marital sex is always an issue in India especially if one has had an arranged marriage like me.

I found my food plate on my berth. The train catering staff must have kept it there. This time I climbed my berth with my back towards other passengers and when I was comfortable on my berth I realized the man was there near my berth now. I was sure he must have stared at my ass even though my top was veiling it good.

Just as I started to eat, I got a call from my husband. As I talked, I ate and as I ate I was constantly throwing furtive glances at the man every now and then just to see if he was doing the same. He wasn't. I suddenly felt let down. It was ridiculous. "What happened dear, you sound down?" I heard my husband ask. Did I sound upset? Gosh, what was I doing? "Nothing." I told my husband over the phone.
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All this while when the man was literally gaping at me I was getting scared as well as furious at his audacity to do so and now the same me was feeling low because he wasn't looking at me. Not even a glance! Was it some kind of reverse psychology he was indulging in? Whatever it was, it was working. Now I was looking at him more than he was looking at me. Normally am not an attention seeker but I don't know what happened to me that night in the train while having dinner. I intentionally dropped my juice can down. It made some noise. For a moment every one looked at me. So did he.

I bend down but it was not possible for me to pick it up without getting down. The man who was now sitting on the lower berth and having his dinner picked it up and handed it over to me. While he did so we both had our eyes locked. I desperately wanted him to look elsewhere first. He didn't. Nor did I. "Thank you." I blurted out softly. He didn't react at all. But my husband did. "Why thank you?" "Not to you. I dropped something. Someone picked it up for me."

I kept talking to my husband over phone as I had my dinner. And all the while (beat this!) the man and I had our eyes connected. I don't know if anybody around noticed it or not but there was something innately sexual about our eyes duel. The fact that I was talking to my husband while the eyes duel with the stranger was on made the vibes between us hotter.

Even when my dinner was over our eyes wasn't done with the duel. We were given ice creams. I took it, kept it aside and climbed down still looking at the man. It was then I saw him smirk at me. May be a faint smile appeared on my face too. When I think back I wasn't much conscious of my thoughts or actions at that point of time except that I could hear my heart beats all the while. Finally when I turned and opened the AC compartment door, (our compartment was right by the door) to move out that the intense eye duel ended.

In the loo I kept staring at my reflection on the mirror for sometime. What did you just do? The reflection asked me. I was quiet. Did you just flirt with him in a quiet manner? Damn! I wasn't exactly crossed with myself but definitely was a bit surprised. I didn't know I could flirt like this with a stranger.

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Not anymore! Enough for one night definitely. Enough for the journey anyway. I would go back to my berth, draw the curtain and sleep off the night. Feeling reassured with the decision I quickly washed my face, rubbed it with my hand-towel and turned to unlock the door.

I was about to come out of the loo when I saw the man guarding the door from outside. In a flash he pushed me in and we both were inside the loo. He turned and locked it immediately. My heartbeats went crazy beating faster and harder at the same time. Initially I was too taken aback to register his action, then I was like how dare he pushed me like that and then I understood we both were now locked inside the loo. The loo was a tiny one but with two adults in it, it now seemed even tinier. There was hardly any space to move about unless the other person adjusted.

I found myself gaping at the man simply for his audacity. It was a turn on. His eyes told me he had already stripped me. And all I wanted to know if he liked what he was imagining. What contradiction! The thought made me feel naked from within even though I was dressed at that time. I should have shouted, alerted people and made an attempt to get out of that dingy loo which was stinking slightly of urine. But I didn't. The reason was simple. I agree or not I was attracted to this man or may be I liked the way he made me feel with his stares in the last few hours. As if I was a showpiece. To this day I don't exactly know was it him or was it the fact I was in a situation which had the potential to take me to a forbidden road that my within probably desired at that moment in time kept me mum. I was sure he must have interpreted my silence to his advantage.

The man, maintaining his usual silence, doffed his t-shirt. Though he was with me in the AC compartment but still he was sweating. His sparsely hairy chest was glistening with sweat. He had a thick neck which gave way to broad shoulder. It was hot waters for me now. Flirting was still okay. I already had come to terms with it but now I had to take a decision which may weigh on me later. Yes or no. Now or never. Obviously we were not going to just talk in the locked loo where we both were standing facing each other. Nor would we be continuing our intense eye duel.

I swallowed few lumps as time kept ticking. More the time ticked, more the man, perhaps, believed I was encouraging him to take a step and that I would only cooperate. Honestly speaking, I was curious where my silence would take me. But I didn't want to initiate anything. Being married I didn't have the courage to trigger what the man had in his mind and me too. But it was right then that I realized even if I was happily married I did have the immoral inclination of allowing another man to devour me like an animal, gifting him cues after cues to treat me like an object. Especially this particular man whose name I didn't know, whose pedigree or medical condition I wasn't aware of and whose present I didn't care about. I only knew his intention. It was so very obvious. Also, I knew my intention. I found myself raising my right hand and touching his chest wiping off a bit of sweat from the skin. The man immediately came towards me, lifted my top from behind till my hips and put his hands on my butt. He squeezed them hard. I have never felt my heart beat so hard before. Not even when my husband saw me naked for the first time.

The taboo-like feel his grab generated in me made me forget that in a normal situation I would have slapped the man hard. He actually mauled my butt with his hand over my leggings for few seconds feeling the meat dance at his pressure and then pushed me gently towards the wash basin. He flipped me in a flash. My one hand was on the mirror atop the basin and the other on the window beside for support. He stood behind me now. My hips was in between his pelvis. He put his hands on the side of my hips. I knew what he was going to do next. Should I give in that easily? I kept my hands on his hands. I didn't do so to guide him but to know what was he doing. My hands were only following his. No fight back. Together we tugged down my leggings till my knees.

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The next instant his two fingers went inside my panty. I could feel his fingers trying to spread my vaginal lips. I am sure he wasn't surprise to find them wet. I wasn't. I felt him stretching my panty from behind with his other hand. It was obvious he wanted to take it off. Before I knew he tore open my panty and threw it on the toilet sink. I was truly shocked at this action of his. How could he just tear my panty like that? Then I felt his hand on my bare butt. I realized the man with whom I was flirting minutes ago was viewing my naked butt at his will now. He caressed the full shape of my butt in a way as if telling me: its just the way imagined! No words can define how sexy the feeling was. A stranger feeling up by bare butt. Bare butt! No educated upper middle class Indian woman would tolerate it. I did.

He removed his other hand from my vagina and held me by my stomach. Perhaps a minute later I felt his erect penis nudging my butt cheeks. He rubbed the tip of his penis on my anus. Not even my husband had seen or touched my anus. We never had such dirty sex sessions. Next I felt his penis tip kiss my perineum. It soon traveled to my vaginal lips.

I closed my eyes and locked my jaws. I knew I would soon be engulfed in a pleasure bath whose wetness would remain with me even if the man doesn't meet me ever again. But I was trying my best to ignore the pleasure. His penis was inside my vagina now. I don't know about his size or if he was longer or shorter than my husband. He was definitely thicker than him. He stretched me unlike my husband. He inserted his penis in me slowly and my mouth kept opening up wide. When his manhood was well placed in me, my mouth closed. My eyes were still closed though. He started his thrusts which were slow and deep. I could sense his overall strength with those thrusts of his. It was shaking me from my head to toe.

His one hand held me by my waist and the other suddenly landed on my breasts. He started squeezing it over my top. Seconds later he brought his hand over my face and felt it. For the first time I looked into the mirror to see his whole palm feeling my face. He forced his middle finger in my mouth and I reflexively started sucking it. As he fucked me, I kept sucking his thick middle finger. As our eyes linked through the mirror I bit his finger. I have never done that before. My husband would have been surprised if he had seen me then. On second thoughts he would have been shocked to death if he would have seen me with this man.

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In the otherwise silence that was prevalent in the loo I could hear the thrust-sounds now. I could guess his pelvis was hitting my upper thighs in a rhythm now. We maintained our eye contact via the mirror. What did he think about me? He doesn't know I am married. Or has he noticed the small red vermilion tick on my forehead. Its a tiny one but may be he has noticed it and knew he was fucking someone else's wife who came to him ridiculously easy. I hoped he didn't label me in his mind as a slut. I smiled at myself and wondered as if I cared if he did so.

My mind was too clogged to know how long it had been since we two were in the loo. I understood sometime must have passed when I realized it wasn't he but me who was milking his penis. His hip was still while I was moving my hip to and fro with my vaginal walls gripping his penis rather tightly.

He held my hips. I stopped. He pulled out and turned me. I surprised myself by placing my hands around his neck. My mouth was thirsty for a smooch. Our heads tilted and we smooched. The hunger with which I sucked his tongue was scary. I didn't know I could be that aggressive. I had never been so aggressive with my husband. The man sucked my tongue too. I don't really remember how he tasted but I remember he rolled his tongue all through my upper and lower gums and licked my teeth with his tongue tip. He certainly was doing what my husband never did. We smooched till my mouth literally started aching.

As the smooch broke we looked at each other for an instant. I don't know about him but I was definitely in a spell. I was confident the moment the spell broke I would realize, to my comfort, that every bit of it was a dream.

The man made me sit on the edge of the wash basin next and entered me again. This time I could sense his desperation as my one hand held him by his neck and the other was caressing his sweaty back. He was fucking faster this time. I had my eyes closed. I placed my other hand on his hips for better support and leaned towards his shoulder to rest my head as the fucking got intense. I could feel an orgasm building in me. My eyes were shut tight. When I couldn't take it anymore I bit his flesh around his shoulder. The faster he fucked me, the deeper I bit him. Finally he groaned and came in me. I came too. His body went still while my teeth released his flesh. Neither of us moved for sometime. I was trying to get my breath back. Probably the same was true for him too.

He released me. He pants were not really down. He stretched the elastic of his shorts and took in his penis. He wore his t-shirt and went out unlocking the loo in a way as if I never existed. I too climbed down the basin and tugged up my leggings. I flushed the torn panty down the toilet sink and washing my face, came out of the loo.

I saw the man smoking by the train's door. I didn't look at him. I moved in, climbed up to my berth and stretched myself. I could feel my hips aching. I don't know when I slept. It was 5 am in the morning when my eyes opened. I looked around but the man was not there. I looked down and his luggage was gone too. Probably he got down in between. I climbed down, careful not to wake up the rest, unzipped my bag and took out the plastic bag where I had kept all my undergarments. I went to the loo, wore a fresh panty and looked myself in the mirror. Whoever I saw there had to vanish because in two hours I was supposed to meet my husband at the station and carry on as if nothing had happened a night before in the dingy smelly loo of the train.
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[Ramesh_Rocky]

Neetu was a hard working woman. Indeed, she had done it hard most of her life. She was born into a relatively well to do family in India, but was married off at a fairly young age to a man whom she had never met before. Like a lot of arranged marriages, her husband was much older than she was, and in Neetu's case, Kumar was a full 20 years older.

She was only 25 years old when Kumar moved their whole young family to the US. He said that they would find hope and opportunity there. Instead, Kumar found prescription pills and Neetu found herself the sole breadwinner for the family. So while he went only disability support, she ended up supporting not only her husband pill habit, but also supporting her children.

And that was where she found herself 20 years later, still a working mom some, grinding out an existence working in a local store. Even though she was now in her late 40's and just an average looking Indian mom, she did notice the occasional flirty customer or co-worker who paid her a bit more attention than usual. She was about 5 foot 5, with softly gently curves and round C-cup breasts. While the breasts did garner some attention, what the guys really appreciated was her soft, round butt which wobbled slightly when she walked. Her long, dark hair framed her deep soulful eyes, and her mid-brown skin was unusually smooth for someone of her age. Most people would have guessed that she was just under 40.

But while guys may have made the occasional pass at her, she turned down all offers that came her way. Despite Neetu's frustrations with her unsatisfactory husband, her typically conservative upbringing did not really allow her to consider an extra-marital affair. And she certainly wouldn't consider a divorce; her in-laws (and indeed her own family) would never let her live down that shame.

And so it seemed Neetu would live out the rest of her life, stuck in an unfulfilling marriage that appeared to have no end. That is, until the fateful day when Mitch walked into her life.

Neetu was the last person left in the store, as usual. She was never really in a rush to get home, with her son already at college and a husband at home who she really didn't want to see, and thus she was often the last one there. She was just in the process of shutting everything down when someone came in through the entrance.

"I'm sorry, but we are closed for the day," she said, without looking up. "We open again at 9am tomorrow."

Heavy footsteps approached.

"I'm not interested in buying anything. I am more interested in you, Neetu," said a strange, slightly threatening male voice.

She looked up, shocked that a stranger knew her name. A tall, young man, maybe in his mid 20's was approaching the counter. He was a bit more than 6 foot, lean and muscular. Loose curls of blonde hair peeked out under the hoodie he was wearing. But what stuck Neetu the most was the piercing blue eyes that stared straight at her from the hoodie...cold, calculating eyes that almost looked through her.

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"Ummm, what can I do for you?" she asked nervously. "And how do you know my name?"


"Your husband told me. You see, I'm one of his drug dealers."

She knew it! It was that no good husband of her. Causing trouble for her again. The threatening man introduced himself at Mitch.

"Kumar is behind in his payments," he continued. "I went over to your place to collect, but he was barely awake. He told me he had no cash on him, so he sent me here, Neetu. Now it's time to pay up."

She breathed out a long sigh. "OK, how much?"

"Fifteen."

She reached into her purse under the counter and pulled out $15. The man on the other side of the counter looked at the money, then at Neetu and laughed.

"I mean, fifteen grand, lady."

"What?!" she almost screamed. "How could he owe that much?"

"Hey, I deal good stuff. And that is interest as well. He is way behind in his payments, like I said."

"My gosh! I don't have that kind of money on me!" Neetu had to think fast. "Come to the back office."

The man followed her to the office safe. There was a loose change box that no-one really paid much attention to. Maybe there would be something in there.

She bent over the safe. She was just wearing a pair of jeans and a company polo shirt. Unbeknownst to her, Mitch was checking out her rear end as the jeans tightened around her bent over body. 'Not a bad looking piece of ass,' he thought to himself.

She unlocked the box and started to count up the dollar bills and change. It would never be enough, that much was obvious.

"Ummm, why don't you give me your card, and I will get the rest for you when the bank opens tomorrow. Just think of this as a down payment."

Mitch considered this for a little while. But not for long.

"Look, Neetu, this is ridiculous. This is, what like 5% of what Kumar owes me. This is a big debt, and I want it paid back. I have a reputation to protect."

Neetu gulped. "So what do you want from me? I don't have access to that kind of money at this time of night."

"I think you can pay off that debt in another way, Neetu," he said, looking her up and down.

Neetu unconsciously backed away a little. She didn't like the way her was leering at her, and she knew exactly what he meant.

She backed away a little quicker as he began to approach her, until she was suddenly stopped by the cold, hard wall behind her. His arm reached around her waist.
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"Hmmm, nice. You feel soft and I like that. I think you can repay that debt very well on your back...or on your hands and knees, whichever you would prefer."


Neetu would never admit it to him, but she actually started to feel tingles as she felt Mitch's strong arm around her. He had his hood down, showing his curly, sandy blonde locks. His blue eyes, his hair, his tanned tight body, he was like one of the young surfers from across town. He was certainly good looking, and she couldn't believe that he was interested in her. Other than the fear inherent in the situation, she was actually quite flattered, really. And it wasn't like Kumar had pleased her physically for years now.

But despite feeling more than a little thrilled at Mitch's attention, she was still a deeply conservative Indian mother. Even though there was no one else around, she couldn't go against her years of strait-laced upbringing. Neetu struggled against his sudden embrace despite how futile it probably was.

"Now, now, Neetu, I wouldn't want to do anything unnecessary," Mitch said as he lifted his jacket and showed her a gun tucked into his belt.

She had never seen a gun in real life before. She started shaking and knew that she would have to do whatever he said. And in a weird way, it made things easier for her. She didn't have to feel guilty about what happened because it was all out of her hands now. A strange calm then settled over her.

"That's better, Neetu. Be a good girl and I promise you will have a good time. A really good time."

"But...but...I am not that kind of woman..." she said unconvincingly.

"Oh, but I think you are," Mitch replied as he undid the buttons on her polo shirt. "Now strip for me."

Neetu hesitated, but then slowly pulled up her shirt with her trembling hands, up and over her head. She carefully laid the polo shirt on an office chair, like she was packing something away at home. Then she took off her shoes and socks. Undoing the button and zip on her jeans, slowly sliding the pants down her thighs. She also neatly folded the jeans and put them on the chair. Standing there in just her bra and panties, she looked at Mitch, drinking in her body with his eyes.

"I said strip. Take it all off."

She unhooked her bra and let the straps fall down her arms. As the cups of the bra fell away from her breasts, she involuntarily crossed her arms across her chest. A quick "tut-tut" from Mitch was all it took to tell her to let bra fall to the floor, her ample breasts how standing out in the open. Her dark nipples became erect as the cool air brushed against her bare skin.

Next, with her hands trembling ever more, she began to pull her panties down, over her knees and slipping them past her ankles one by one, until she stood there naked in front of the stranger.
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Mitch strode towards her. Neetu flinched as he grabbed her pussy with his hands. He worked his fingers into her dark pussy lips, which were now getting quite moist.


"I think you like this, Neetu. You seem to be getting quite wet down there. How about giving me a nice blow job?"

As he said that, he started to push one finger into her pussy. It slipped in easily as she was now really wet. She closed her eyes and moaned.

"Just like I thought. You do want to suck my cock, you little slut. Get down on your knees."

He unzipped his pants as she complied. To her amazement, out popped a big cock, much bigger than Kahn's 5 inches. It was thick and veiny too. She had rarely ever performed oral sex for her hubby, but right now, with this long white cock in front of her, all she could think of was having this monster inside her mouth, tasting it.

She opened her mouth and took the cockhead into a little. She moaned a little as she tasted his salty pre-cum, licking it off and swallowing it.

"Mmmm, that's right baby, take it all in," Mitch commanded. He ran his fingers through her dark hair before grabbing her head with both hands. Gently, but forcefully, he pushed her head towards him. Neetu took more of him into her mouth, sliding her lips down his shaft as far as it would go.

She felt like such a hussy. Naked, on her knees with a stranger's cock in her mouth, using her lips and tongue to please him as much as she could. She used her hands to stroke the base of his cock that was not in her mouth.

Mitch was obviously enjoying himself. He watched as this conservative Indian housewife lavished his cock with her mouth. But as much as he was enjoying this, he wanted more.

"Get up. Now bend over and spread you legs...wider," he ordered, kicking her feet apart.
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He put his cock head onto her pussy lips and let it rest there for a little while. Not only was Neetu extremely wet by now, she was even moving her hips towards him slightly, willing that cock inside her.


"You want it bad, huh? Beg me to fuck you."

Neetu hesitated. She never said such rude words in her life, but she was in such an aroused state that she was not herself anymore. Neetu was no longer the put-upon by faithful wife or dutiful mother. Something different was waking inside her.

"Fuck me," she said softly.

Mitch slapped her soft ass. "What? I can't hear you?"

Neetu squealed like a collegegirl at the slap on her behind.

"Fuck me!" Neetu said more loudly after a while. She couldn't believe she was saying something like this.

"You betcha."

Mitch grabbed the flesh around Neetu's hips tightly. She was so wet that just a light push buried half his shaft into her waiting love tunnel.

Neetu threw her head back and let out a loud, wide-eyed gasp. Her pussy stretched to accommodate the invading white meat spear. Mitch was much wider than Kahn.

"Goodness gracious! You are so big!" she cried out.

"I ain't even half way in yet. Here, have some more."

Hands still on her soft hips he fed more of his cock into her hungry cunt. Neetu's hands scrabbled over the desk, grabbing and flinging pieces of paper everywhere. She wondered how much more of Mitch there was and whether she could take all of it.

"You felt that, huh?" he asked as she grunted with each thrust.
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He pushed in more roughly, causing her to moan loudly, until his white cock had disappeared between her soft, brown ass cheeks. As he started to thrust in and out, he spanked her a few times on her butt. She squealed with each slap.


"You like that, don't you slut?"

"Oh, yes...I love it." She couldn't believe what was coming out of her mouth.

"Good girl," Mitch said as one of his big hands reached around and tweaked a big, dark nipple.

It wasn't long before the room started to spin around Neetu's head. Her breathing became for rapid, and then suddenly her body was wracked by a huge orgasm. This was music to Mitch's ears, and he pounded her harder from behind. His own thrusts became more erratic.

"Oh, yeah baby, I'm cumming. Where do you want it?"

"Please, cum inside me," she begged.

Mitch grabbed her hips and then exploded deep into her womb. As she felt his hot spunk flow into her, she climaxed again, involuntarily clenching her pussy muscles. Neetu felt so dirty and shameful that she had enjoyed being used by a complete stranger so much. But there was no denying that Mitch had just given her the best orgasms of her life, totally unlike anything she had experienced with Kahn before. She stood there catching her breath, feet wide apart, still impaled by the throbbing cock.

"You know, I would have cum in there anyway, cos your married pussy is mine now. You are a pretty good ride, but that was just a down payment, like you said earlier."

"But...but...isn't the debt repayed?"

"Kahn owed me a lot of money. You are a sweet piece of ass, but you're not worth 15 grand," Mitch said as he pulled out of her. "You're going to have to work that body of your quite a few more times before that is all paid off. Yep, me and my crew are going to be having be having some fun with you."

As the cum ran down her legs and Mitch got dressed to leave, Neetu contemplated her fate. The good, Indian wife had now tasted the forbidden fruit of sex with strangers. She was about to become sex toy for a gang of young men. And it filled her with shame and amazement that she was very turned on by this.

Still bent over the table, naked and exposed Neetu turned to him and said "Call me, and I'll be ready."

"That's a good girl", Mitch said as he left.
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We're Varun and Shriya, a married couple living in the USA. We're originally from Chennai, India. Shriya is a typical tamil  girl: very fair and very curvy, with fat in all the right places. Though she comes from a conservative family, she is very modern in her outlook and is dynamite in bed. She has lots of values, and I knew she would never cheat on me.

One day she told me that a friend of hers was coming to our city for some work, and asked whether he could stay with us during that time. We did have a spare bedroom that wasn't getting used, so that presented no problem for us. When I asked who the friend was, she told me it was Sriram. He was her friend from college and I knew he had a crush on her. They were very close, even though she had said no when he had proposed.

Now hearing that this was the guy, I was a little apprehensive. This must have shown on my face, because Shriya asked me if I was thinking about the old college stuff. She said all that is ancient history and that they actually hadn't talked in some time. This settled me and I said sure, let him come.

So the day came when he arrived. Unlike me, he had obviously kept himself in shape. With a beard, he was pulling off the rugged look quite well. His tight tee shirt accentuated his muscles. We exchanged pleasantries and sat down, talking while Shriya went to get us coffee. Shriya had dressed nicely since she knew he was coming. She had on a semi transparent saree with a low neck blouse. I saw his eyes follow her as she walked away.

Shriya came back to serve us coffee. When she bent to serve him his, her pallu slipped. It was only for a second, as she immediately adjusted it with a little blush. But I saw his eyes go directly to her milky cleavage for a second, and his hand travel near his crotch. But it was all over in a second. We continued to talk about their college days for the rest of the evening, and then Shriya led him to the guest bedroom, and we turned in for the night.

As we were in bed, I commented about the guy to Shriya, "Your friend seems to be in great shape!"

"Yeah, he hasn't changed from when we were in college. He looks very much the same now as then."

"He must have had a lot of girlfriends."

"Yes all the girls were all over him in college."

"Except you?"

"Yeah, I didn't like the rugged look back then, I went more for your type of guys Varun."

She said that and kissed me, and we drifted off to sleep.


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The next day we were at the kitchen where Shriya was serving me breakfast. Sriram walked into the kitchen bare-chested with his shorts on. He was really hairy, and he had obviously just taken a bath. His hair and some of his chest were still wet.


Shriya exclaimed, "Sriram you will catch a cold!"

She took a towel and went near him and started wiping his head.

"You really don't know how to use a towel, do you?"

She started wiping his chest also. It was a little hot watching my petite wife wipe off the hairy chest of this guy. Her hands moved over the towel, over his chest muscles, and down his stomach. When she was done, Shriya ran her hands through his chest hair to see that it was all dry.

Now all this was clearly having an effect on the guy. His shorts were not able to contain his boner and both Shriya and I noticed his hard-on through his shorts. He had the sense to say he needed a shirt and he walked out awkwardly. I smiled at Shriya, kissed her and left for the day. The image of Shriya running her slender fingers through his chest hair stayed with me as I tried to work the whole day.

That night, as we were making love, I asked her about the toweling off. She caught on straight away.

"Oh Varun, are you jealous that Sriram has more chest hair than you? That's so silly dear, you know I don't care about that!"

"No of course I wasn't jealous. I was just asking."

"Oh really, then you wouldn't mind if I wiped him off again tomorrow?"

Cornered by this question, I had to say that I wouldn't mind. Shriya kissed me and said, "That's good dear. He's our guest, and I have to take care of him right?"

She kept kissing me and slid down licking my chest, and made her way down there and took me in her mouth. She started sucking me with her eyes fixed on mine. She gives a great blowjob and tonight was no exception. After a short time I came all over her face. We fucked wildly that night.

The next day, at breakfast, as expected, Sriram came down after his bath, still wet. This time however, he was only wearing a towel. Shriya smiled at me and with a patient air got him to sit down and started wiping him. This time she did it slowly, and her eyes were on me the whole time as she wiped off his chest. She finally said she was done, and he got up in front of her, and his towel, which was already bulged around his cock, slipped off.

And there it was, his large, hard, throbbing cock, right in front of my wife's face. It was around four inches larger than my cock, and thicker too. Since he was standing and Shriya was sitting, his cock was directly in front of her, almost near her mouth. For a moment we were all shocked, then Shriya blushed and looked away. Sriram apologized and tied his towel back around his waist. I assured him it was alright, and told him to go change. Shriya had the slight shivers, and I hugged her tight to me and told her it was okay.

That night, when we were in bed, talk inevitably drifted towards the incident of the morning.
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"Shriya, it must have been such a shock for you when his towel slipped off this morning?"


Shriya blushed and said, "Yes Varun, I didn't expect it at all. His thing was so huge."

Now I became a little defensive.

"It wasn't all that big Shriya."

Shriya is a very spirited girl. Argue with her and she is ready with a counter argument.

"Oh Varun, don't be silly. It was almost twice the size of this," she said, caressing my stiffening cock.

"It was almost in my face, so I would know best! From what I remember, it was much thicker than this too."

She squeezed my cock as she said that. Now I was slightly pouting, and she decided to tease me a little more.

"You know, the other girls would tell me stories about him back in college. That he really knows how to satisfy a girl. And that he can do it for an hour without break."

I myself could go for about 20 minutes, which is respectable, but not great.

"Looking at his body and his - thing, there might have been some truth in those stories after all!"

At this point I got mad and grabbed her, and we rolled over. She laughed as I squeezed her boobs with force. Her laughter turned to moans under my squeezes and she grabbed my cock and positioned me to enter her. She moaned uncontrollably as we fucked hard that night, quite unlike our usual soft love making.

The next day was a Saturday, so we all woke up late. I went down to the garage to tune my car, and had my hands full of grease when I heard Shriya calling me.

"I'm working on the car, dear. Can you get Sriram to do it?"

"No Varun, could you just come here. It won't take long."

"Sorry dear, my hands are full of grease. Wait for a while or call Sriram."

"Ugh, alright, if that's what you want."

Then I heard her call Sriram. I finished up in another 5 minutes and headed to our room, and I was a bit shocked by what I saw. Shriya was standing in our bedroom in blouse and petticoat, Sriram just off to her side. Her blouse was unhooked at the back, showing her black lacy bra. She must have wanted me to just come and hook up the blouse.

Shriya looked extremely sexy standing there: her smooth creamy waist was exposed. Her midriff has always driven me crazy, making me want to lick it immediately. Her waist, with slight fold of flesh, was just waiting to be pinched. Her ass was looking full and round in the petticoat, just begging for a spanking. I had seen her wear this blouse before, and it is very low cut. Because of his height, I knew Sriram would be able to see down her blouse and look at her milky boobs. The whole scene was making me very hot.
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The two had not noticed me enter the house. As I watched, Sriram said something to Shriya and she nodded and raised her hands over her head. This made her boobs even more enticing. Sriram pulled Shriya close to him and hooked up the blouse. I was quite sure that her ass would have felt his huge cock. To his credit, he didn't try to prolong the moment or anything. He finished hooking, and Shriya thanked him and asked him to leave. Before he turned around, I went back to the garage and walked into house a little later. Shriya had finished dressing and was looking radiant in the saree when I came back in.


We went out for lunch and had a nice time chatting. When we came back, after Sriram had gone to his room, I dragged Shriya to the bedroom and started kissing her. She responded back and we ended up on the bed kissing nude. Shriya loves to have her neck kissed and sucked. As I was doing that I asked her why she had wanted me earlier in the day.

I felt her nipple stiffen under my hand as she replied, "To hook my blouse Varun! You were too busy so I asked Sriram to do it."

I pretended ignorance and outrage. "You mean he saw you without your blouse?"

She laughed and replied, "No you silly man. He didn't see anything. I was in blouse and petticoat. I just showed him my back and he hooked it up and left."

I remembered the scene itself, Shriya standing there with her luscious back and jutting ass, just begging to be taken.

"Wow you must have looked so sexy Shriya! I'm sure he would have been turned on, even if he couldn't help it! Any man would."

"Mmmm yes he was actually Varun".

"How would you know Shriya, didn't you just have your back to him the whole time?"

I nibbled on her neck as I said this.

"Mmm that feels so good darling. I didn't see anything baby. But I felt his thing on my butt."

I started caressing her wet pussy by now. "How did it feel baby?"

She grabbed my hand and started guiding my pressure on her wet pussy.

"It was so hard baby, like an - iron rod. And I could feel its thickness too."

"How did you react darling?"

"What could I do Varun? I just ignored it. Besides, I think he couldn't control it. He didn't try to push it or anything. He was quite decent."

Quite decent? My wife in her blouse and petticoat just got her ass felt up by a guy's cock. I wondered how quickly she was adapting to the sexy nature of things in our house, after that towel incident. She was all shaken up then, and had actually shivered until I had hugged her and soothed her. Now she is talking about his cock on her ass so casually!
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I was torn inside between the rampant sexiness of it all, and the jealousy that was rising because this Sriram had seen my wife the way only I had seen until now. He obviously lusted after her, but it seemed she was okay with that. The confusion overpowered me and I felt the need for some violence. I grabbed Shriya by the hair and forced her into the doggie position on the bed. She moaned freely as I pounded her wet and sopping pussy hard. For the first time in many months, she orgasmed before me, letting out a violent moan as her body convulsed around my hard cock. It was too much for me, and I came as well, flooding her love tunnel with my man juice.


Afterwards, when we woke up, it was like we were waking up after our first night. Shriya's hair was dishevelled and her body had marks at the places where I had grabbed her creamy flesh. But she had this satisfied glow and beamed down upon me, her heavy breasts rising and falling with her breath.

She kissed me and whispered, "That was so good Varun. What got into you? I loved being roughly handled like that. Do you know what a woman really enjoys? Being dominated by the man she loves. That was so good Varun. Do that to me often you idiot."

With that, she climbed off the bed and headed towards the shower. I watched as her sexy hips swung as she walked to the bathroom. If she only knew that the image driving that violence was of Sriram fucking her brutally, his dark tanned muscular body in contrast with the fair fleshy curvy treasures of Shriya, she might not be so happy, or I wonder, would she.

Shriya was in a very horny and playful mood after our violent love making. After her bath, she did something that she knew throws me over the edge - she wore a skirt. When I stepped out after my own bath, I was treated to the image of Shriya standing there demurely, with a tight tank top and a short skirt which came up to the middle of her sexy thighs. Because Shriya usually wears sarees all the time, her legs are never shown. I've argued with her about it a lot since she has the sexiest legs: long and well toned. Shriya's whole body is well toned and flexible. Her legs especially so. Any man looking at her legs will want to run his hands over the smooth skin, spank her ass, and fuck the hell out of her. She knew this very well.
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She came to me and innocently asked me, "Am I looking good?"


I pulled her in and kissed her for an answer. She broke apart and stepped back, "Ah Ah Ah, not until tonight mister."

Her eyes went to the bulge in my towel and she said, "Keep that hard for me until night and then take me my dear lover."

Though I approved of the sexy dress, I thought she had forgotten that we had a house guest.

"What about Sriram?"

Her face clouded over instantly, showing that she had not thought of it at all. My heart melted as she looked crestfallen.

I took her in my arms and said, "Hey it is okay. People here dress like this all the time, even worse, so Sriram will have gotten used to it."

She looked up and said, "Are you sure? You don't mind him looking at my legs?"

I smiled, "of course I mind, but I know you picked out this dress with a lot of desire, I don't want to disappoint you darling."

Now she also smiled and said, "Thanks dear. Hmm yes I know you love skirts, that's why I picked this one."

She put her hand over my cock, "Oh you're so hard. Mmmm."

Then she came to her senses and said, "Let me go make dinner darling. Dress and come."

I put on tee shirt and shorts, and made my way to the hall. Sriram was apparently still bathing, so I started watching TV. He came down a little while later. After the towel-cock incident, he had made sure to dry himself up properly before coming into the room. He sat down with me, and we started chatting. His eyes literally popped out of their socket when Shriya came to serve us snacks. His eyes went from her toes to her milky thighs. Then they rested on her boobs, which were showing a little cleavage out of the tank top. We were sitting on opposite sofas. When Shriya bent to serve me, I could see him looking at her hot ass through the flimsy skirt. I had a mental image of Sriram bending Shriya over a table and fucking her. My already hard cock gave a jolt. Shriya smiled at my cock and seductively licked her lips, then winked at me and went to serve him. He was also hard, with his legs apart, and his huge bulge clearly showing. When she bent to serve him, she blocked my view, but I was sure that he would be looking at her cleavage. Shriya said, "Enjoy" and left for the kitchen. We both watched her sexily walk away.
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I was getting jealous and hot watching all this. This bastard had now seen Shriya's cleavage, back, and her sexy legs too. Will this end with him seeing her fully? If only he didn't have a huge cock and a muscular body. My jealousy overpowered my heat, and I resolved to do something about this.


We had dinner, with Sriram taking every opportunity to ogle at Shriya. Shriya was aware of both his looks and his bulge, but seemed to take it in stride. I wanted the day to end as quickly as possible, and get my loving wife away from the eyes of Sriram. However, it was not meant to be. Since Shriya was in a playful mood, after dinner, she suggested we dance to some music. Previously, before Sriram, we would dance outrageously, and end up having sex in the living room itself.

Today, I wasn't in that much of a mood to dance, and so just complied for a little bit. After I was done, Sriram asked if he could dance with Shriya. There was no way to refuse without being impolite, so I conceded and Shriya accepted his offer. I was very anxious: my sexy wife in this skimpy costume dancing with this guy! But the dance was very decent, and they kept their distance as they danced the Waltz in our living room.

After some time, Sriram suggested that they speed it up a bit. Shriya agreed and went to put on some salsa. Salsa is Latin American dance, and it is inherently very sexy. Shriya was soon spinning across the room, and we were treated to her black panties as her skirt twirled. Her creamy thighs were a sight to see and they invited you to put your hands over them and feel her sexy skin. I could see slight breathlessness and a hint of blush I her as she danced.

Soon Sriram started doing moves which involved him putting his hands on her thighs and holding her from time to time. I was sure he was in heaven, enjoying the well toned legs of my wife, right in front of me. His other move involved a twirl and pulling Shriya to him, so that her soft firm boobs were crushed against his hairy chest. There were also moves where the sequence would end with him pushing against her: I am sure she felt his engorged cock on her pussy and ass.
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