Adultery Delhi Nights by Joe69stone

[Ramesh_Rocky]

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.

She slid sideways into Vinod's lap, one arm slipping behind his neck. She stretched her legs out on the Settee and Karan, glancing at Vikram, placed a hand on her bare ankle and began to caress her foot. Vinod wrapped a hand around Sonali's waist, slowly shifting it up to cup her breast while the other rested on her leg. She moved towards him in invitation, which caused her legs to fall open a little more. He used the opportunity so slip his fingers further down onto her inner thigh. Vikram watched as Karan moved closer, lifting her legs to put them on his lap. As Sonali focused on Vinod, he moved his hand further up her leg, taking her lack of disapproval as encouragement.

The pair started with soft, open mouth kisses. It didn't take long for these to evolve into heated, passionate ones with darting tongues. Sonali's hand pressed at the back of his head, demanding a more intense connection. Her other hand came up so her fingers could play in his hair. Vinod began to knead the breast in his hand. Sonali purred. Meanwhile, Karan had his hand up her leg as far as the salwar would allow. When he looked at her husband, Vikram gave Karan a noncommittal shrug.

Vikram shifted in his seat, leaning forward. His breathing became ragged as he watched his wife. The others became a blur for him. Vikram's breath caught and his cock pulsed within his pants. Was he really seeing this? Was he really sitting here watching another man molest his wife?

As they continued to kiss and touch each other, Vinod's hand tried moving between her legs to pull at the drawstring that tied her salwar closed. But she dropped a hand and stopped him, pushing his hand back a few centimeters. Perhaps raising her awareness, she also shifted her leg and gestured for Karan to remove his hand. Vinod had pushed too far. The spell was breaking.

It was completely shattered when there was more cheering from the television. Sonali's team had gotten a goal, reducing their deficit by one.

"Okay, yaar. Time's up," Vikram declared. He tried to hide his disappointment.