Adultery Streak of Grey by iloveall

[Ramesh_Rocky]

She was financially well off before marriage. Her husband was street smart. Three to four years into their marriage, he manipulated her into signing legal documents authorising him to execute legal and financial instruments on her behalf. Very soon she lost control of her accumulated finances. As soon as her husband assumed control of her finances, he lost interest in her.

Roma soon found out that the man whom she loved so dearly for years and for whom she would have staked her life suddenly became completely indifferent to her. She learnt that he was courting another woman. When Roma confronted him with her phone calls and messages saved in his phone as evidence; he blandly told her that he did not care for her and that she was free to find her own way.

This was a rude shock for Roma and devastated her completely. She left her husband's house. She was now trying to recover from this shocking phase.

When she finished her tale of miseries, my hand moved instinctively to catch her hand. I realized to my great relief that she did not object or flinch. However, I did feel her hand tremble a little. She was uncertain, if she should let me catch her hand or not.

I patted her hand and said, "Roma, I understand how you feel. I have some contacts and I shall try to work out a solution that will make your ex repent a lot for his actions and pay for them dearly. You simply relax and have faith in God."

She smiled ruefully and said, "That is probably the only solace for me at this time. I thank you buddy, I really do."

She smiled. For the first time I saw her genuine smile. I saw her bright shining teeth and enticing movement of her succulent cheeks that had a deep dimple in it. I could detect trust and relief in that smile and from the look in her eyes. She squeezed my arm as we got up to leave. The silent spectator between my legs stirred up in anticipation.

Fortunately one of my business circle friends, a fellow called David, was a well known advocate on social matters, mostly relating to divorce, alimony and inheritance matters. Apart from being a business friend, he was also one of closer friends. We hanged out at pubs occasionally on weekends and discussed all issues including personal ones. I had given him a hint of goings on between me, my wife and Ali. Although he did not understand my nonchalance, he discreetly kept quiet.

I called him up and explained briefly whatever I knew about Roma's case. His first reaction was, "You bloke! I hope, you are not trying to get between her shapely legs and want to fire the gun from my shoulder, is it?"

I laughed at his first reaction and joined in his banter, "If I fire my gun from your shoulders, you bugger, you are already in it also. So be a good guy and listen."

Anyway, after some friendly exchanges, he agreed to meet Roma with me and have her brief him about the matter in detail. I informed Roma about this the next day during lunch hour. She was quite happy and appeared to be in a much better mood than before.

David and I met Roma at a coffee shop not far from our office the next evening. Roma narrated her experiences and her accusations against her ex, whilst David dutifully noted points in his diary. After he finished David got up to say that he had another commitment and left promising to get back to us in three days time.

I drove Roma down to her apartment. As she got down from the car, she caught my hand and said, "Prateek, I thank you very much for what you have done. After what I went through in recent time, this has come as a big relief for me." I was hoping that she would invite me inside her apartment. However, she just said "Good night" and sauntered over to the main gate.

I mumbled something like it was ok, not necessary etc. and left.

When I reached home, it was about 8 pm. I must have barely turned on the lights when, I heard a car stopping and saw my wife Arpi getting out of the car. I saw through the window that it was the same routine: passionate parting kiss and a big shopping bag in her hand. I heard Arpi's footsteps in the doorway. The door was open.

I was standing near the switchboard. She did not see me in the darkness coming from outside lights. When she switched the lights on and saw me standing close to her, she had a start and shuddered a little before saying, "My God, You scared shit out of me. Prateek, darling." She came and hugged me.

Arpi was trying to be extra flirting. It did not take me long to find out why. It was the parcel in her hands. "In spite of my repeated refusal, Ali insisted that he will buy me some... dress." She floundered whilst completing the sentence as she did not know what the appropriate word for the content of the parcel was.

"And what that may be?" I asked her looking at the parcel in her hands.

"Well that is lingerie, silly! I did not exactly know how to tell you." Arpi finally concluded hesitatingly and looked at me with half doubtful, half hopeful eyes.

"There is nothing to hide, when you enter the house with that box in your hand darling. Besides, I find it quite in sequence." I doubted if she tried to understand my last sentence. It was enough for her that I was not cross with her. I wanted to convey to her that I was watching her moves carefully. I suspected though, if she cared to catch my meaning. She presumed that I was ok with Ali presenting her with a lingerie. I was curious to know more.

"Had he bought this for you or you both went together for shopping?" I asked.

"How could he have bought them without knowing my measurements and without knowing how they would look on me?" She replied.

I waited and asked what I thought was really a stupid question. "Oh, so he saw you in this lingerie. Did he?"

She averted my direct gaze as she said, "Sort of... He insisted that he should see how I look in them and I had to let him have just a glimpse through the gap in the trial room door." I knew that things were moving to their logical conclusion.

I decided not to be a spoil sport. I thought I had better play along. I asked her, "But he didn't see you properly in this dress, right?" She shook her head to say that he didn't.

"Then why not we have a dinner in our house this weekend; let him join us for the night and I suggest you give us both a pleasure of visual treat with you in this lingerie?" I told her what perhaps she dreamed to hear.

She hugged me hard in excitement and trying to control her excitement she asked, "Really, you mean that? I really wanted you to see me in these, it is not important to show this to anybody else." I noted that she said it was not "Important" and did not use the word "Necessary." She did not react negatively to my suggestion of exposing herself to Ali.

She hugged me seductively, extracted my Lund (cock) parting the flaps of my fly inserting her delicate fingers into the gap and began caressing it lovingly. Her intimate body contact and her craving to expose before an outsider (was he really outsider? He may have probably been inside her, who knows?) The very thought made my dick harden quickly. She knew that she had me at that time.

She began to gently caress it at first and then pump my Lund as we stumbled across to the bedroom. She asked, "Do you want me now, or you want me after I show you how I look in this lingerie?"