Adultery Old Man and Indian Wife by shiprat

[Ramesh_Rocky]

"So, were you part of the prize as well?" he asked. I looked at him with cocked eyebrows. "I am only asking because...well..someone like him...and someone like you...."

I didn't say anything. In a few seconds, the elevator stopped at my floor, and I got out, giving him a dirty look that said - "none of your business!" He flashed me a polite grin.

When I walked into our room, Pavan woke up and looked at me. I put my purse on the table and laid down next to him, thinking of something to say. There was so much I wanted to say. But I didn't find the right words. I hoped he would say something. But he lay there in silence as well. A while later, he got up and said he was going to the casino floor. I was exhausted anyway. I fell asleep in moments after he left.

I woke up shortly after noon, my cunt and ass aching. I got dressed in jeans and a t-shirt and went down to the casino restaurant and had a hearty lunch. I saw Pavan at a blackjack table as I passed the casino area. He seemed to be having a good time. He didn't see me and high-fived someone next to him. I thought of going up to him, but decided against it.

Went back to the room, watched TV for a while and fell asleep again. When I woke up it was 5 PM. I got ready, wearing a stylish dress, and texted Pavan that I was going out with Alan. Pavan texted back - "ok".

When I met Alan in the lobby, he hugged me and felt me up in full view of everyone around, drawing curious stares. He then told me to go to the bathroom and get rid of my underwear. As we walked out onto the strip, I was getting quite a few stares from people who easily noticed that I had no bra on. At dinner, Alan sat next to me in a booth and played with my clit and my cunt throughout the meal. By the time the check came, I was ready to be fucked again.

We went back to the suite and Alan used and abused me to his heart's content - cumming three times in my cunt, twice in my ass, and once in my mouth making me swallow it all. One time, he fucked me standing up, which was an impressive feat for someone so much shorter than me. He ordered room service again and this time ordered me to stay naked and not hide my body. In fact, he told me to walk around and bend over a lot. A different waiter came this time, and was less polite than the first one. He blatantly checked out my naked tits, ass, and pussy for the whole time he was there.

The next night, after we were returning to the suite, we ran into Pavan in the elevator. He looked so awkward and pathetic, acting like a stranger around his own wife and her lover. Alan greeted him enthusiastically and made small talk. Then he invited Pavan to join us and watch. I expected Pavan to show some self-respect and decline. But he quietly came along.

As soon as we entered the suite, Alan dragged me to the couch, threw me over the armrest like the first night, and fucked me in the ass in front of Pavan. It was Alan's final dominant gesture towards Pavan - buggering his wife in front of him. Pavan looked shocked during the entire encounter.

That was the last night Alan had me to himself and he took full use of every second, not allowing me to sleep at all. In the morning, when Pavan and I headed to the airport, I was ready to pass out in the cab. I slept on the plane ride home, and we got back home where my sister was waiting for us with Chintu.

For the next few days, I expected the axe to fall. Any moment, I thought Pavan would walk in with divorce papers. And I had prepared myself to sign them. No matter how much he fantasized about seeing me with other men, surely whatever had happened was too much for him. But Pavan continued to act as if nothing had happened. As if everything was normal.

He did seem to get his sexual appetite back though. He started fucking me like the Pavan I used to know. Rough, hard, and passionately. I often saw doubt in his eyes, as if he was wondering if I was satisfied with the sex. I was. But I knew that he wouldn't believe me even if I said so.

As days went by, this charade of normalcy started eating away at me. I was ridden with feelings of guilt as well as anger. How could we continue like this? How could Pavan even stand having me around after all that had happened? Did he have no self-respect? or was he that depraved and perverted himself?

I noticed that he stopped bothering me about my friendship with Jeff. In fact, a few things Pavan said implied that he assumed that I was also sleeping with Jeff, and that he was fine with it. I found his insinuations frustrating and amusing. Before Vegas, he was upset at me assuming that I had done something wrong. Now, he was acting magnanimous by acting like he was okay with me doing something I had not. The one thing I had done wrong - in front of him - he neither stopped nor talked about.