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

[Ramesh_Rocky]

The next morning Anitya woke with a wicked hangover. She took two aspirin and drank a huge cup of water. Her memory of the previous evening was spotty, but she remembered enough to be mortified by what she'd done. She had on only the camisole and tights, so somehow she'd undressed herself. Or had Sumit undressed her? She shivered at the possibility.

Sumit called that day and the next, but she didn't answer. Siddharth got home and she told him what happened. Of course it got him turned on beyond belief and he fucked her non-stop. Afterwards to Siddharth, his wife appeared reticent about it and refused to talk to Sumit, either over the phone or at the temple. Siddharth could tell she'd been turned on, and she had been. Running her hands over Sumit's hard chest and actually palming his erection had been incredibly exciting. But she had so many conflicting thoughts and feelings. Yes, it had been exciting, and she was terribly attracted to Sumit. But she'd acted like a slut and it embarrassed her. Also, she sensed Avani wanted to get back together with Sumit, so she felt like she was betraying her friend. Finally, she worried about Siddharth and whether he could handle it if their game went much further. She had her own mixed feelings about that, too.

But Siddharth was insistent. He constantly talked about Sumit, how he was a friend and it wasn't fair to give him the cold shoulder treatment, how he was the perfect guy to further explore their fantasies. He explained how the fantasy of her getting picked up in a bar was powerful for him, but in the end the thought of her getting fucked by a perfect stranger was too much for him. The bull party was the same problem, just 100 times worst. Someday he'd probably be ready for that, but not the first time.

Sumit was perfect. Clearly she was attracted to him. But also he was a friend and married (like Anitya, Siddharth sensed Sumit and Avani would eventually get back together), and much older. Thus, Siddharth wasn't threatened by Sumit. After weeks of being harassed and cajoled, Anitya finally agreed to meet up with Sumit. "To talk, that's all," she said, agreeing with Siddharth it wasn't fair to give him the cold shoulder especially after they'd become such good friends.

They invited Sumit over for dinner. Siddharth wanted to pick out Anitya's clothes, but she refused. Instead she picked out a turtleneck, jeans, bra, pantyhose and flats. She didn't wear makeup or even any perfume. She also wore her hair in a ponytail. Siddharth's face dropped when he saw her, but she didn't change.