12-07-2021, 08:37 PM
Even though Preity and I had been together for two years now and were recently engaged, I was still insecure about letting her go off to university to complete her masters while I was away in New York furthering my career. Don't get me wrong, it's not that I didn't trust her, the thing was that I myself would consider any hot blooded man who didn't try to get into her pants, crazy! Let me describe her for you.
Preity was the hottest woman I had ever seen. She was 5'4", curvaceous but slim and toned yet not overly so. She had legs that went on for ever and ended in a perfect heart shaped ass that you could bounce quarters off. Her abs were toned without making her look any less feminine. Her breast were a natural 34C but looked like they had been augmented to fit her perfect body. To be honest with you, they looked just a bit big on her petite little frame, a little like a playboy bunny. She had shoulder length hair and a very pretty face. In short she was an extremely hot Indian woman. My favourite thing about Preity (besides her body) was her complexion, being Indian; she had a swarthy complexion that made her look like she had a permanent tan.
I first met Preity when she was 22. Besides noticing her perfect body, one couldn't ignore her friendly personality that was extremely disarming. I fell in love with her instantly although it took some convincing on her part, and in a few months we were dating. A few months later and she was sleeping over at my place. Although Preity was sexually inexperienced to begin with, she was a keen learner and a tigress in bed. She was willing to try most things once and I couldn't have asked for anything more. As her prowess in bed grew, so did her sexual appetite. One of the things we were both worried about was how we were going manage without any sex for months on end while we were away from each other.
The first year that we were apart was quite hard. We met up 2 times that year for two weeks each time. Those 4 weeks were all about sex. Neither I, nor Preity couldn't get enough of each other.
Over the time apart, we learnt the joy of phone sex. During one such session, while discussing our fantasies, it came out that I liked the thought of her sleeping with other men. From there, a lot of our phone sex was centred around that fantasy. Although I was jealous of Sameer, I was certain that Preity wasn't cheating on me. Although I pushed Preity more and more and asked her about the guys that would hit on her or flirt with her, she had enough stories to fuel a lot of our phone sex but there was never a mention of Sameer.
At the end of two years, I went down for her graduation. I was living on campus with her for the few days leading up to the graduation when I happened to come upon a few chats that were saved in her Gmail account. As I read the chats between a guy named Sameer and her, I realised instantly that Sameer and Preity's relationship wasn't entirely platonic. Preity was not in the room at that time.
That evening, we moved to a hotel which was much nicer than her campus room. After dinner, we were both getting ready for bed, she was in a pink tank top without a bra and a small black lacy thong (which she wore for my benefit. We were both tucking into bed when I confronted her about the chats.
Initially she denied everything and claimed that the chats were just innocent flirtation. Although a few things in the chat seemed suspicious, like invitations to come to each other's rooms at odd times, these were all explained away as being necessary to stop rumours which would have started had there been no sneaking around and Sameer simply waltzed in and out of her room. However when I revealed some other chats about "how great last night was", or "how he really liked her in the pink G-string", she realised there was no hiding from the truth and she broke down.
She was crying and I could see in her eyes that she genuinely loved me and she meant it when she said she didn't know how it all happened. I still loved and her and told her that things between us might be fixed if she would be honest with me. As we talked about it, I realised that I wasn't really heart broken. Maybe I was being naïve but I was satisfied that Preity did love me and her affair with Sameer was simple a relationship facilitated by proximity and circumstances. The more she talked, the more I realised that I loved Preity and despite her infidelity, I wanted to be with her and marry her. But I also knew that I couldn't love her knowing that she had a chunk of her life hidden away from me that I may never ever know about. She understood my emotions and promised to come clean about the whole affair right from the start.
She started off by explaining that initially it was all very platonic. By the end of their first year, most people had "coupled" off as a matter of convenience. The girls all had a guy friend that would give them rides on their motorbikes, run errands for each other, eat meals together etc. Some of these relationships were entirely platonic while others turned into full affairs. Preity said that "her guy" was Sameer and after spending so much time with each other, things started getting very comfortable.
The first time she realised things were becoming "too comfortable" was towards the end of her first year. Sameer had come over to her room to collect some books. She was in a white camisole without a bra and a pair of very small sleeping shorts that resembled boy shorts. Preity realised that her cami was probably transparent enough for Sameer to just about make out her nipples and the shorts were way too short but inexplicably she chose to remain in them. When Sameer came to the room, she could see that he liked what he saw and that excited her even more. Her nipples became hard and even more obvious thru the cami. From the tent in Sameer's shorts, Preity knew his thoughts weren't platonic from his side either. Nothing else happened that night although Sameer did comment on how he'd have to drop by more often especially so late at night. After Sameer left, Preity realised that she was excited and masturbated herself to what she called an amazing orgasm. Later that night, Preity and I had another of our phone sex sessions where she brought up the fantasy of her fucking another guy. This was unusual as she wasn't the one who usually brought up the fantasy but didn't strike me odd at the time.
Preity was the hottest woman I had ever seen. She was 5'4", curvaceous but slim and toned yet not overly so. She had legs that went on for ever and ended in a perfect heart shaped ass that you could bounce quarters off. Her abs were toned without making her look any less feminine. Her breast were a natural 34C but looked like they had been augmented to fit her perfect body. To be honest with you, they looked just a bit big on her petite little frame, a little like a playboy bunny. She had shoulder length hair and a very pretty face. In short she was an extremely hot Indian woman. My favourite thing about Preity (besides her body) was her complexion, being Indian; she had a swarthy complexion that made her look like she had a permanent tan.
I first met Preity when she was 22. Besides noticing her perfect body, one couldn't ignore her friendly personality that was extremely disarming. I fell in love with her instantly although it took some convincing on her part, and in a few months we were dating. A few months later and she was sleeping over at my place. Although Preity was sexually inexperienced to begin with, she was a keen learner and a tigress in bed. She was willing to try most things once and I couldn't have asked for anything more. As her prowess in bed grew, so did her sexual appetite. One of the things we were both worried about was how we were going manage without any sex for months on end while we were away from each other.
The first year that we were apart was quite hard. We met up 2 times that year for two weeks each time. Those 4 weeks were all about sex. Neither I, nor Preity couldn't get enough of each other.
Over the time apart, we learnt the joy of phone sex. During one such session, while discussing our fantasies, it came out that I liked the thought of her sleeping with other men. From there, a lot of our phone sex was centred around that fantasy. Although I was jealous of Sameer, I was certain that Preity wasn't cheating on me. Although I pushed Preity more and more and asked her about the guys that would hit on her or flirt with her, she had enough stories to fuel a lot of our phone sex but there was never a mention of Sameer.
At the end of two years, I went down for her graduation. I was living on campus with her for the few days leading up to the graduation when I happened to come upon a few chats that were saved in her Gmail account. As I read the chats between a guy named Sameer and her, I realised instantly that Sameer and Preity's relationship wasn't entirely platonic. Preity was not in the room at that time.
That evening, we moved to a hotel which was much nicer than her campus room. After dinner, we were both getting ready for bed, she was in a pink tank top without a bra and a small black lacy thong (which she wore for my benefit. We were both tucking into bed when I confronted her about the chats.
Initially she denied everything and claimed that the chats were just innocent flirtation. Although a few things in the chat seemed suspicious, like invitations to come to each other's rooms at odd times, these were all explained away as being necessary to stop rumours which would have started had there been no sneaking around and Sameer simply waltzed in and out of her room. However when I revealed some other chats about "how great last night was", or "how he really liked her in the pink G-string", she realised there was no hiding from the truth and she broke down.
She was crying and I could see in her eyes that she genuinely loved me and she meant it when she said she didn't know how it all happened. I still loved and her and told her that things between us might be fixed if she would be honest with me. As we talked about it, I realised that I wasn't really heart broken. Maybe I was being naïve but I was satisfied that Preity did love me and her affair with Sameer was simple a relationship facilitated by proximity and circumstances. The more she talked, the more I realised that I loved Preity and despite her infidelity, I wanted to be with her and marry her. But I also knew that I couldn't love her knowing that she had a chunk of her life hidden away from me that I may never ever know about. She understood my emotions and promised to come clean about the whole affair right from the start.
She started off by explaining that initially it was all very platonic. By the end of their first year, most people had "coupled" off as a matter of convenience. The girls all had a guy friend that would give them rides on their motorbikes, run errands for each other, eat meals together etc. Some of these relationships were entirely platonic while others turned into full affairs. Preity said that "her guy" was Sameer and after spending so much time with each other, things started getting very comfortable.
The first time she realised things were becoming "too comfortable" was towards the end of her first year. Sameer had come over to her room to collect some books. She was in a white camisole without a bra and a pair of very small sleeping shorts that resembled boy shorts. Preity realised that her cami was probably transparent enough for Sameer to just about make out her nipples and the shorts were way too short but inexplicably she chose to remain in them. When Sameer came to the room, she could see that he liked what he saw and that excited her even more. Her nipples became hard and even more obvious thru the cami. From the tent in Sameer's shorts, Preity knew his thoughts weren't platonic from his side either. Nothing else happened that night although Sameer did comment on how he'd have to drop by more often especially so late at night. After Sameer left, Preity realised that she was excited and masturbated herself to what she called an amazing orgasm. Later that night, Preity and I had another of our phone sex sessions where she brought up the fantasy of her fucking another guy. This was unusual as she wasn't the one who usually brought up the fantasy but didn't strike me odd at the time.
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