Adultery Indian Wife & a Threesome by rupanita-Completed

[Ramesh_Rocky]

Then I felt her step closer towards me; her own breasts pressing slightly against my bare back. She reached around and adjusted the top of the thong. I could feel her soft black hair fall against my neck.


‘I think you look fabulous,’ she said.

I turned to face her. The air was crackling with sexual energy. I was fairly sure she was feeling some of the same things I was feeing at that moment. She was married, and it didn't feel the slightest bit like a come-on. I didn't feel threatened or put off at all. I really didn't know WHAT to think!

‘Thank you,’ I replied, looking into her eyes.

We spent the next hour in her shop; she assisting, while I tried on everything from bras to bikinis to teddies to pumps. After the first hesitation, I did not feel odd at all in stripping completely in her presence and even mustered up the courage to saunter around nude checking out a few things. There was a thick carpet and my bare feet made virtually no noise as I moved around. It is not every day that one gets to move around a departmental store in a birthday suit. I left poorer in the purse, but elated. Nothing came of our 'moment' that day. Happily, it didn't get in the way of what quickly developed into a wonderful new friendship. It wouldn't be an exaggeration to say that we became the very best of friends in a very short period of time.

She was so warm and supportive. We would talk on the phone or over cups of tea for HOURS - about everything to our most intimate thoughts about sex. Sometimes, when I would discuss about how Amit made love to me, she would hold me and stroke my hair. And it was during those moments that I felt the most wonderful mixture of affection and sexual arousal. My feelings quickly became more and more complex. But I was like a moth to a flame, and could not, pull away from Sunita. Happily, she seemed just as reluctant to pull back from me.

On one such night, when Amit was working late and I was keeping Sunita company, the topic of our chat turned once again to sex. I started talking about my sex life with Amit and the two of us ended up having a lovely giggle together -- as women are sometimes want to do when discussing their sex lives.

‘He's quite skilled with his tongue,’ I said grinning cheekily. ‘And he can make love for HOURS - sometimes he wears me out!’ I laughed.’ Not only that when I perform oral, you won’t believe it but his cum tastes quite nice. I once asked he reason and he said that he deliberately consumed substantial amount of dry fruits for this very reason. You too should try it some day.’ As soon as I had said it I bit my tongue. What had I said. Lest she be offended, I laughed and mercifully she too joined me.

Our laughter eventually trailed off, and the two of us sat there smiling at each other.

‘Have you ever made love to a woman?’ she asked.

‘No,’ I don’t know why I lied.

‘Neither have I.’

Nothing more was said on the subject and we soon started talking about something else.

On weekends, the two of us would often go for a swim and some sun in her backyard pool. Sunita filled out her string bikini like a goddess, and I found myself unable to take my eyes off her formidable body. Although her breasts were slightly smaller than mine, she had the sexiest hips and a very attractive ass though of course she said that my ass was among the prettiest that she had seen.

One particularly hot and sunny day, after the sun had dried us off from our swim, Sunita suggested we go inside.

‘Would you let me treat you to a massage?’ she asked.

How could I refuse? I still had the pleasant memories of a massage where Amit and I had gone and I had been made a model by the masseur. I narrated this incident to Sunita and her eyes became round as saucers.

‘Wow! That’s incredible. You were nude in front of a room full of people. Then why were you so very hesitant to strip in front of me?’ she chided.

I laughed. One side of their house was floor to ceiling sliding glass doors. As she opened the doors that led from the pool into the carpeted living room that was very tastefully done I told her about the visit to the mall where my husband had played the prank and I had been watched by quite a few people.

’Wow! That must have been quite a turn on once you came to know of it!’ she said smiling.

There was a touch of lavender incense, the gentle tinkling of wind chimes, excellent background sound system, and bottles of scented massage oil all about.

When she was ready for me, I teased her about what a male fantasy the whole thing felt and looked like: standing there, as she was, in a skimpy white bikini, waiting to give her lucky charge a soothing hot oil massage!

I lay face down on the towel-covered table in my own string bikini, and immediately felt her gentle touch against my warm skin.

It felt heavenly: the gentle breeze; the sensual atmosphere; and Sunita gently kneading my body. It all felt so good in fact, I closed my eyes and gave myself over to the pleasure of it.

All of a sudden I felt Sunita's fingers undoing the clasp of my bikini top. Her touch was electric. She just untied the knot and though she did not say it, I lifted my chest just slightly so as to enable it to come off. With each passing moment, I felt more and more tingly all over my body. My feelings confused me, yet I could not deny them. She began to massage my legs. I could feel her touch moving ever so slowly higher and higher up the backs of my thighs towards my bum. The higher she climbed, the more aroused I became. I could feel dampness between my legs. My mind was racing. Was this right for me to feel this way about another woman? Was the nature of my attraction reciprocal?