Adultery Delhi Nights by Joe69stone

[Ramesh_Rocky]

Harinder looked from Sonali to Preeti. He remembered that night at their house. The looks Sonali and Vikram had shared. The need and desire in both their eyes.

"You know why you're mad, yaar?" Vikram interjected with a grin before Harinder could reply. He blew on his tea and took a sip before continuing. "Because you liked watching Preeti with him."

"Come on -"

"You're not mad at Preeti. You're mad at yourself. You liked watching her and you don't know what to do about it."

Harinder knew Vikram was right. He had known since he had first seen Preeti with the other man. Even now his cock twitched as the image flashed back to him - his wife writhing on the man's cock, moaning with pleasure. He looked at Vikram and Sonali. Both shared the same knowing smile.

He finally took a sip of his tea, ignoring the tepid flavor. His mind played with memories and fantasies. In the humid Delhi summers, Preeti would dress in thin, clingy clothes and his cock always stirred at the thought of men looking at her. He remembered convincing her to go without a bra one day, enjoying how her hard nipples were on display for other men. Then, he had thought it was merely the pleasure of knowing that men wanted his wife. Now, he knew it was more. He remembered the image of his wife being ravished by a stranger behind some stall.

"Did you like it?" Sonali asked, breaking his reverie. In his mind, he saw Preeti rising and falling on her lover's cock. He remembered the sound of her moans. He met Sonali's eyes.

"I did."

Saying the words gave them truth and weight. It counterbalanced his guilt and shame. Harinder stared at his friends. He repeated the words, "I did. I liked watching them."

"Listen, yaar. What Preeti did is nothing. You did the same. Now, you have to decide. Either you see this as an opportunity or a problem. This is a chance to bring your marriage to life or to kill it! "

Harinder nodded,.They had both wanted what happened that night. Vikram had enjoyed watching his wife with all his friends. She had enjoyed being watched. And, here they were, their love obvious. To Harinder, it seemed so easy for them. Was he supposed to tell Preeti he liked her fucking another man? That he had fucked Sonali?

"But, how do I make it okay with her."

"You can't control that. You can just make it okay with you."

Harinder exhaled and for the first time in a long time, he felt a pressure ease on his chest.

As they finished their tea, the conversation shifted to more mundane talk until it was time for his friends to leave. As he stood,Vikram suggested Sonali keep Harinder company. Harinder tried to protest, but it was to no avail. When Vikram left, his wife stayed.

"Well ..." Harinder said, looking at the woman standing in front of him after they had said their goodbyes to her husband. Unbidden memories of that night came to him. Her body writhing against him. The feel of her sweat slick flesh. The smell of her sex. His cock began to stiffen in his pants as his eyes lingered on the swell of her breasts.

"Do you think you could find me something comfortable to wear?" She asked, drawing his attention back to her eyes. She had a mischievous smile on her face. "Can't really sleep in these."

With a nod, he went into the bedroom. Sonali was taller and with far more curves than his petite wife. He rummaged through Preeti's clothes, discarding nearly everything. His hands fell on a revealing camisole he had bought for her as an anniversary present. Harinder held it in his hand, his mind flitting between the memory of Preeti wearing it and imagining Sonali in it. He cleared his head and tossed it aside. Eventually, he found a set of pajamas that belonged to his sister-in-law buried in the corner. Preeti's older sister sometimes came to visit and had probably left it there on her last trip.

"This should fit. It's preeti's sister's stuff." Harinder handed the folded clothes to Sonali before continuing. "I'm going to change, too."

A few minutes later, the two had collapsed onto the settee and turned on the television. An old black and white Bollywood movie was playing. Neither said anything as Sonali cradled herself into his arms, resting her head on his shoulder. He wrapped an arm around her. A breast, warm and soft, pressed against him. He breathed in the scent of her hair - argan oil and something fruity. His cock stirred, its enlarging girth becoming visible against the light cloth of his pajamas.