Adultery Indian Fiancé Submits

[Synthetic_Niya]

The lecture had ended and he was asking if she was going to attend the party that evening. Preity said she was. "What will you be wearing he asked?" with a lascivious look in his eyes. Before Preity could help herself, she answered -- "My white backless top and 'the' black skirt". 'The black skirt' referred to a super short skirt that Preity never wore without tights because it was too short and had too much flare. Preity had just picked out two of his favorite items from her wardrobe. There was only a short pause before anyone spoke, but it seemed to last forever. Preity felt Sameer was waiting for more and felt compelled to describe the lingerie that she had been planning to wear before he said "Good, I'll see you there." Preity couldn't understand why she'd done what she'd done. She hadn't planned on wearing what she'd described much less wearing the two things that showed off her incredible body best and also were Sameer's favourites.

As Priety prepared for the evening, she was apprehensive of what might happen later. She knew that wearing what she'd described to Sameer was a declaration of sorts, but the tingling that she felt in between her legs ensured that she wouldn't be wearing anything else either.

She slipped on her black lace thong that disappeared in between her ass cheeks and did little to protect her modesty. She knew she'd have to go braless as her top was nothing more than a white, diamond shaped piece of satin cloth that tied around her neck as a halter and another thin satin string that tied around the back. It was deep cut and showed a lot of cleavage and left some of the side of her breast exposed. Even in her unaroused state, the satin clung to her firm breast that sat high on her chest and if one looked carefully, they would be able to make out the outline of her nipples.

Finally pulling on her short black skirt, that ended about 3 inched below the bottom of her ass, she felt more naked than she had while stepping out of the shower. She hoped there wasn't much of a breeze because her skirt had a large flare and it would only take a gentle breeze to expose her nearly naked ass and the smallest piece of lace that covered her already moist vagina.

She felt a pang of guilt and thought about changing into something more suitable for a woman who was clearly in a committed relationship and soon to-be-married but simultaneously an incomprehensible urge forced her to exit her room in her current state of "undress" after slipping on her 4 inch black stilettos.

When she reached the party, she noticed that Sameer wasn't there. The dance floor as usual was makeshift and nothing more than an open, small quadrangle just below her two story hostel dorm with a few spotlights that light up the middle of the quadrangle leaving most of it conveniently dark, a DJ booth stood in one corner and an open bar at the other.

It was two drinks, numerous compliments from the boys and a few ugly stares from the girls later when Preity first noticed Sameer; after a few songs, when Sameer hadn't made any attempt to approach her, she wandered over to him. Sameer looked at her approvingly and they made small talk before she noticed something red tucked in his trouser pocket. It took Preity only a second to recognize the trimming on its edges before she realized that it was the red panties that she had left for him the other night. As she looked up at his face, he had a smirk. Preity was blushing, before one of her admirers pulled her to the dance floor.

Preity was a great dancer and many of the boys took their turn to dance with her. The music was loud, the drinks were flowing and the boys as usual used every opportunity to paw at Priety's incredible body. Over the past year, it had become well known that Preity wasn't one of those girls who allowed any liberties with her body but more than a few of her guy friends had noticed that this night, she wasn't as "frigid" as she had been in the past. It also hadn't gone unnoticed that she was showing more skin today than she had ever done in the past.

It didn't hurt that no matter where they placed their hands, they landed on naked skin. One of her cleverer friends had managed to maneuver Preity into a darker corner where he thought he might have more freedom with her. Although Preity was drunk, she was aware of what was happening. He had only been as brave as moving his hands down to her lower back, just above her ass, while the other was on the back of her lower thigh before he was interrupted by Vishal who asked for a dance.

Vishal was one of the brightest and best looking guys in Preity's year but this also made him extremely arrogant. He had made it very clear that he would love to get into Preity's pants but Preity had shunned his every advance. Because of his numerous bawdy advances, both Sameer and Preity hated him and secretly they all knew that it was because they both wanted Preity although the public pretense for their mutual dislike was an earlier drunken brawl.