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

[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?"