Sultry wife, Sonali

[Ramdev2020]

Sonali hit play on the remote. After the referee blew the whistle, the game started with a quick passage of play. The ball moved across the pitch from one midfielder to another and then was shifted to the inside right channel. The fullback moved fast with the ball at his feet before a beautifully lobbed pass to Walters. The striker dropped his shoulder and shifted past a dumbfounded defender. He was on to the open goal. The defender tried to keep up, but even if Walters had horrid finishing, he was fast.

Walters kept going. Karan yelled at him to shoot. Everyone was sitting on the edge of their seats, watching the game while casting furtive glances at Sonali. She was looking wide-eyed at the television, leaning forward on the edge of the settee, her drink forgotten in her hand.

"Yes!" Karan cheered as Walters struck the ball just inside the 18-yard box. It lofted toward the corner.

A few others echoed his sentiment, but his thrill didn't last. The cheers turned to disappointment when the goalkeeper managed to deflect the ball over the net. Sonali squealed.

"They got a corner. Still time!" Karan sighed hopefully.

"Flat. Track. Bully." Sonali playfully stuck her tongue out at him. With a confident grin, she leaned back into her husband.

The teams set up for the corner. Davison, a Brazilian midfielder, would take the corner. He directed the ball toward the near post. Everyone moved forward on their seats again. Vikram had his eyes on Sonali. The ball seemed to float in the air before coming down. Defenders and attackers shifted in the box. The goalkeeper came forward and managed to punch the ball away. It flew out of the box. An attacker was to it first and he quickly shifted and passed the ball to Walters.

Another chance. Walters slipped past a defender who was too wary to tackle him in the box. He shot. The keeper dove as the ball bulleted toward him. He managed a fingertip on the ball, deflecting it. This time, it wasn't enough. The ball was buried in the back of the net. Goal!

Walters was ambushed by his teammates as Karan grinned toothily, thrusting his arms up in the air. Sonali frowned, her expression mirroring the dejected defenders.

Not knowing what to expect, Vikram was surprised when Sonali rose without hesitation. Handing the remote to Sunil, she strolled suggestively around the table to Karan. She settled into Karan's lap and rested her head on his shoulder. Holding his drink in one hand, Karan wrapped his free arm around her waist, his hand resting on her flank. Vinod and Sunil moved over to give them room, both men grinning. Harinder the whiskey in his hand forgotten, stared at Sonali. Except for Gaurev, all the men were married, but he doubted any of their wives would have been willing to do anything like this and Harinder's was perhaps the shyest of all.

It was strange, seeing his wife in another man's lap. There wasn't any jealous. Instead, something else. Vikram's mind started to drift to other thoughts. Dirtier thoughts. He was getting aroused. He didn't see anything inappropriate happening. The pair simply sat there, sipping their drinks and watching the game. He wasn't sure if Karan was simply being appropriate with his babhi, or unsure of what he might be able to get away with. His hand barely moved on Sonali's leg, merely giving it a few gentle squeezes through her salwar. For her part, his wife just lounged back against Karan, her lips wearing that mischievous smile and her ass shifting on his lap a few times. When the ball finally went out of play and the bet was fulfilled, she gave Karan a quick peck on the cheek, and slid out of his lap.