Adultery Delhi Nights by Joe69stone

[Ramesh_Rocky]

Time seemed to slow. Their mouths hungrily ate at each other. Karan's fingers groped at her ass. The intensity of her writhing grew. She reached down to pull up his tank top, her hands moving across his hard abdomen to his chest. Vikram stood there and watched as his wife rocked and ground herself against another man's cock. His friend's cock. The image mesmerized Vikram. His cock throbbed angrily.


There was no stopping things now. If there ever really had been.

Vikram moved up behind her again and put his hands on her hips. As Karan moved his hand away, Vikram moved her hair aside and began to nibble at her neck. She leaned her head back and whimpered.

"Take of his shirt." Vikram whispered into her ear as he winked at Karan. "It's okay."

Without saying a word, Sonali took his shirt in her hands and began to peel it up. Karan raised his arms and Sonali took off the shirt and dropped it to the floor. Sonali looked at Karan, her hand admiringly tracing the lines of his hard torso. Pectorals. Ribs. Abdomen. If he wasn't so aroused, Vikram might have been jealous. Vikram stepped back as she leaned into Karan. They began to kiss again.

Vikram let the kissing go on for a few slow moments before again approaching his wife. Karan shifted away from her as she leaned back into her husband. She turned around to face Vikram and hung her head forward so that her hair fell forward, concealing her profile as she moved into Vikram's arms. After another moment she lifted her gaze to Vikram. Her lustful expression was tinged with guilt, telling him she questioned why she was doing what she was, but couldn't help herself. In that moment he feared her proper side might overpower the improper one, and she'd put a stop to things progressing.

"It's okay, Sonali," he told her with a reassuring smile. She stared into his eyes. Seeing that he really was okay with things, her guilt seemed too fade and a relieved sigh slipped past her lips. He took her chin in his hand and tilted her head back so he could gaze down into her eyes. His blood raced at the strength of the heat smoldering beneath her heavy lids. There was hunger and desire there. It was like nothing he'd seen before. Her panting breath slipped past her trembling lip. Lower, the swell of her breasts under her kameez, with their hard, erect nipples, quivered with her unsteady breaths.

Vikram turned Sonali around, so she was facing her admirers.

"It's alright," he whispered, his hands sliding down to the front of her salwar. "All you have to do is say No."

Closing her eyes, she took a deep breath. But said nothing. The music played background to Vikram's actions. The men watched with rapt attention.

Aaj Dikhade Mujhe Love Karke

Oh Baby Baahon Mein Bharke

His hand went to the drawstring of her salwar.

Oh Jo Bhi Sohca Sapnon Mein

Woh Aaj Dikhade Mujhe Sab Karke

Sonali inhaled sharply.

Then she held her breath as he slowly tugged at the only thing keeping her salwar up. Her lip quivered as his hands slid around to either side, taking hold of the salwar for a moment. Then, she bit her lip as he pushed it off her hips and let it puddle around her feet. The long hem of her kameez still preserving some semblance of modesty.

Oh Jo Bhi Sohca Sapnon Mein

Woh Aaj Dikhade Mujhe Sab Karke

Vikram's hands slid up along her waist, feeling her body tremble with anticipation. His hand went to her breasts, cupping them before shifting down again. He moved a hand to her back and started to unsnap the hooks on her kameez to finish what Harinder had started. One. Two. Three. He heard someone moan in anticipation. He was stripping his wife for his friends. Getting her ready for them. His cock twitched.

Tu Isaq Mera, Tu Isaq Mera

Tu Hi Meri Raaton Ka Nasha

When the kameez was undone, he peeled it off her shoulders, letting it join the matched salwar. As if in a last act of modesty, she folded her arms to cover herself. This merely pushed her breasts together turning it into a lewd act. He ran his hand along her naked back, kissing her shoulder. His cock pulsated against her.

Vikram's hands guided her out of the puddle of her clothes. She stood facing their friends wearing only her white panties. His friends were leaning forward in their seats. Gaurev was stroking himself through his clothes, while Harinder took a long gulp from his whiskey. Two others licked their lips. Her head was down, but then, Vikram leaned into her and whispered into her ear.

"Just say no."

Instead, she lifted her head to look at the men entranced by her. She moved her hands away from her breasts. Sonali was beautiful. Even without the tight kameez, her full breasts were taut with large, dark nipples. Her ragged breathing causing them to heave in rhythm to the music. Her torso, long and with a flat belly, shuddered. Long, toned legs seemed to waver. Vikram nuzzled her ear as he placed his thumbs into the line of her panties. He again asked her whether she wanted to continue. When she gave the barest nod, he peeled them down to reveal a pussy covered in a patch of dark glistening hair.

To be continued ...