02-02-2020, 08:23 PM
Sunil wasn't going to be denied by any second thoughts. He rose and came to stand over her seated form, looking down at the husband and wife. His jeans did little to hide his growing bulge. Her entire body seemed to tremble slightly as she stood and wrapped her arms around Sunil's neck. The same height as Sonali, he wrapped his hands around her waist and, with a furtive glance at Vikram, pulled her into him.
Vikram realized that there had been no discussion about the kind of kiss, but he hoped his friend would take some initiative. He watched as it began as a soft gentle peck, but then Sunil pulled her into him and his hand drifted down to her lower back. They pressed into each other, and the kiss soon turned more passionate - tongues darting, lips crushed together. As their lips pressed tighter and tighter together, Sunil's hands slipped down to cup her ass and support her. One of her hands moved to the back of his head, pressing him into their kiss harder. Vikram watched as his wife made out with one of his friends. His cock throbbed.
He had no idea how long his wife was in his friend's arms, nor how long it might have continued, when cheering from the television managed to break the trance-like state of the room. Glancing over at the screen he saw that Sonali's team was now behind another goal. Ten minutes into the game. It wasn't a big deal in itself. But it was enough of an interruption for Vinod, who wanted his kiss, to speak up.
"Yaar, I think it's my turn," he challenged.
It took another few seconds for the pair to separate. Once they had, Sonali glanced behind her at Vikram. Her cheeks were flush and her eyelids heavy. Beneath the lustful gaze was a fragment of the same silent questions from moments earlier looking for any signs of disapproval. Seeing nothing telling her that he'd changed his mind, she moved to Vinod as Sunil stood watching.
Unlike Sunil, Vinod didn't budge from his seat. He remained on the settee, his expression making it obvious he expected Sonali to join him. He had shifted over to the space left by Sunil, giving them more room. She attempted mimicking her earlier, confident stroll, but her legs seemed to falter under her now.
Vikram realized that there had been no discussion about the kind of kiss, but he hoped his friend would take some initiative. He watched as it began as a soft gentle peck, but then Sunil pulled her into him and his hand drifted down to her lower back. They pressed into each other, and the kiss soon turned more passionate - tongues darting, lips crushed together. As their lips pressed tighter and tighter together, Sunil's hands slipped down to cup her ass and support her. One of her hands moved to the back of his head, pressing him into their kiss harder. Vikram watched as his wife made out with one of his friends. His cock throbbed.
He had no idea how long his wife was in his friend's arms, nor how long it might have continued, when cheering from the television managed to break the trance-like state of the room. Glancing over at the screen he saw that Sonali's team was now behind another goal. Ten minutes into the game. It wasn't a big deal in itself. But it was enough of an interruption for Vinod, who wanted his kiss, to speak up.
"Yaar, I think it's my turn," he challenged.
It took another few seconds for the pair to separate. Once they had, Sonali glanced behind her at Vikram. Her cheeks were flush and her eyelids heavy. Beneath the lustful gaze was a fragment of the same silent questions from moments earlier looking for any signs of disapproval. Seeing nothing telling her that he'd changed his mind, she moved to Vinod as Sunil stood watching.
Unlike Sunil, Vinod didn't budge from his seat. He remained on the settee, his expression making it obvious he expected Sonali to join him. He had shifted over to the space left by Sunil, giving them more room. She attempted mimicking her earlier, confident stroll, but her legs seemed to falter under her now.
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