Adultery Pakistani wife on an Indian Submarine by nandinimathur

[sarit11]

It didn’t help that I couldn’t read any of the signs. Every corridor looked the same and I knew I’d get lost in about thirty seconds on my own, so I made sure I hurried along behind the captain and my wife. A few times, the captain pulled up short and Nandini , unable to stop, would crash into him. She’d jump back and say Galti ho gayi again, her eyes downcast—like me in the car, she reacted as if she was the one who’d done something wrong.Then, he would turn around and smile benignly, as if forgiving a wayward child…but I wondered why it was that it kept happening. Nandini has wonderful breasts—large for her frame and just the right mixture of pert and weighty. Pillowing against his back through her blouse, they must have felt amazing. And her soft hair brushing the back of his neck, the smell of her perfume in his nostrils…could it be deliberate?

The two of them were still chatting away in Indian and part of me was annoyed by it. They both spoke Punjabi—why couldn’t they be polite and let me join in?

The captain had allocated us a private room next to one of the crew’s dorms. Walking to it meant walking straight through the dorm, between all the bunks, and Nandini , of course, got a lot of attention. Some of the men must not have known we were coming aboard, because the first reaction was shocked silence. The men stayed quiet long enough for their captain to pass. Once he’d strode off ahead of us, the hushed comments started. Nandini didn’t seem too fazed by it but she blushed a few times, so I knew the sorts of things they must be saying about her. They barely gave me a glance.

Our cabin was tiny—barely room for a tiny desk and chair…and two bunks, one on top of the other. I hadn’t thought of that. Sex was going to be…interesting.

“I like it,” said Nandini with a laugh. “It’ll be like being children again. I call dibs on the top bunk.”

The captain checked if there was anything we needed—well, more precisely, he checked if there was anything Nandini needed--then left us. I noticed that he gave a long, lingering look back at Nandini as he walked away, and I felt a twist of jealousy. Then I shook it off. It wasn’t as if she was going to cheat on me. I trusted her completely. So the captain had the hots for her—so what?

We swung into action—I started setting up my camera rig while Nandini got changed. The sun was going down and we wanted to get some footage from the outside before we set sail.

As I worked, kneeling next to my bunk, something bothered me. There was something off about the cabin we’d been given, something I couldn’t put my finger on….

I shook my head. I’d figure it out later. I had a lot to do: checking my lenses, attaching batteries, setting up the stabilization system that allowed me to shoot handheld without getting that amateur, shaky look. But it was difficult to concentrate with Nandini shedding her clothes right in front of me.

First, she took off her business-like blouse, revealing an equally business-like white bra underneath. She unzipped and stepped out of her modest, knee-length skirt and kicked off her heels, then stood there like that for a second while she found her new clothes. She was wearing, as always, black hold-ups that made her long legs shimmer and gleam in the harsh overhead lights. Her white panties were simple, but they looked incredible next to her smooth, peaches n’ cream complexion. And just beyond the edge of her panties, high up on the inside of her left thigh, there was her secret—the tattoo that only I and her knew about. A simple design the size of a quarter, picked out in black ink. A tiny flower with a P in the center.