14-03-2019, 11:21 AM
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.
"I need a drink after that," Karan announced. "Anyone else?"
The others nodded and mumbled words of agreement. After making her way to her husband, Sonali took a long gulp of her beer. She curled up against him in a tighter, more intimate fashion than before. Vikram wrapped his hands around her waist possessively.
"You okay?" She whispered.
"Yes, of course." he answered, his eyes taking in the image of her nipples starting to strain at her kameez.
"You sure?" She pressed.
"Yes, Sonali. I'm fine." he assured her. "You enjoyed it, didn't you?"
Color rose to her cheeks. She leaned in and kissed him hard. The feel of her breasts pressing against him mixed with the heat of her kiss sent blood pulsing through the veins of his member. Sonali broke their kiss and slid her lips next to his ear so she could whisper even quieter. Vikram knew the others were watching them. They were used to Sonali being affectionate, but he didn't remember if they had ever been so intimate in front of others. It made his cock twitch again.
"He got hard. Like you are." she shifted in his lap, rubbing herself against his hardness.
This explained why she'd shifted around in Karan' lap.
"You're being naughty," he chuckled quietly. She nipped at his earlobe before nestling back into him and returning to the game.
"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.
"I need a drink after that," Karan announced. "Anyone else?"
The others nodded and mumbled words of agreement. After making her way to her husband, Sonali took a long gulp of her beer. She curled up against him in a tighter, more intimate fashion than before. Vikram wrapped his hands around her waist possessively.
"You okay?" She whispered.
"Yes, of course." he answered, his eyes taking in the image of her nipples starting to strain at her kameez.
"You sure?" She pressed.
"Yes, Sonali. I'm fine." he assured her. "You enjoyed it, didn't you?"
Color rose to her cheeks. She leaned in and kissed him hard. The feel of her breasts pressing against him mixed with the heat of her kiss sent blood pulsing through the veins of his member. Sonali broke their kiss and slid her lips next to his ear so she could whisper even quieter. Vikram knew the others were watching them. They were used to Sonali being affectionate, but he didn't remember if they had ever been so intimate in front of others. It made his cock twitch again.
"He got hard. Like you are." she shifted in his lap, rubbing herself against his hardness.
This explained why she'd shifted around in Karan' lap.
"You're being naughty," he chuckled quietly. She nipped at his earlobe before nestling back into him and returning to the game.
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