Adultery Old Man and Indian Wife by shiprat

[Ramesh_Rocky]

Alan then got on the floor and parted my legs. Without saying anything, he put his tongue right on my clit.

"Ohhhhh!" I let out a moan, wondering if Pavan was still there.

Alan's thick raspy tongue started lathering over my clit, teasing it and pleasuring it. I closed my eyes and was transported back to Goa, where Nigel had been doing the exact same thing before his wife walked in on us. Alan's magic started working its way on me again, now through his tongue and I started moaning and writhing again.

I was wrong in expecting Alan to get me off with his tongue soon. He seemed to be doing it as a game. He would work my clit with his tongue for a few minutes, and as soon as my breasts started heaving as an orgasm approached, he would pull away and laugh, leaving me frustrated and wanting. He did this 5 times for almost twenty minutes until my clit was aching for release. The sixth time he had mercy and finally carried it all the way through. when the orgasm hit, all the teasing seemed worth it. Maybe because of the build-up and false finishes, that orgasm I had was more intense than any I had had playing with myself or with Pavan going down on me.

As I lay there breathless, recovering from the orgasm, there was a knock on the door.

"Is that Pavan?" I asked.

Alan didn't respond. He reached for a bathrobe sitting on the dresser, and put it on. He walked out of the bedroom and closed the door behind him. I heard some voices and I tried to make out if it was Pavan.

A few seconds later, the bedroom door opened and Alan walked in. Then I got the shock of my life as he was followed by a room service waiter pushing a cart with food on it. I was splayed out on the bed, my legs open, my bare pussy on display and my tits heaving. Watching him was a shock that rendered me immobile for a couple of seconds. The waiter also noticed me lying there naked and seemed a little taken aback.

He stopped for a second, but then continued pushing the cart in. I was feeling very embarrassed and immediately sat up and folded by knees in front of me to hide my boobs. I wrapped one arm around the knees and put the other one of my crotch to hide my pussy. I was blushing and looked away from the waiter. In my head, I was cursing Alan for embarrassing me like this.

"Just put it all on the bed next to the naked slut." Alan said.

"Yes, Sir." the waiter politely replied. He was being very professional and nonchalant after the initial display of surprise.

I sneaked a look at him as he put the trays on the bed. I recognized him vaguely. I had seen him around the casino and he would always greet me with a smile.

"You know, this slut's Indian." Alan said in a boastful voice. There's something called trophy wives. At that moment, I realized I was a trophy slut.

"I see, Sir." he said, continuing his work with a poker face.

Alan probably expected a high five or something. But the waiter was being professional. I felt my discomfort subside a little. I felt thankful for the waiter's courteous attitude. There was silence for a few seconds as he finished putting the trays and plates on the bed, and he straightened.

"She's not from some whorehouse, you know." Alan said, trying to further impress the waiter.

"I am aware, Sir." the waiter politely responded.

"You are aware?"

"Yes, Sir. I know Ma'am is a guest at the Venetian too. I have seen her before."

I felt even more embarrassed thinking about what was going through the waiter's mind. He had seen me around the casino with my handsome husband. And now he walks into a suite to find me naked with an ugly old fart.