10-05-2019, 04:38 PM
my slut wife
part2
The next morning, neither of us made any reference to the fight last night. It hadn't been much of a fight. I changed into my night shorts, took a couple of Night Tylenol pills and was soon asleep. Sunita had been sobbing most of the time that I was awake. We had breakfast at a small diner and then decided to ride the tiny gondola in the hotel. We then went back to the strip, and checked out the other casinos - Bellagio, Caesar's, MGM Grand etc. Our conversations were mostly pleasant and cordial. Both of us were waiting for the other person to apologize.
We decided to have lunch at the “Mountain view”'s poolside restaurant. Sunita said she'd like to go upstairs and change. I asked what she wanted to change into, and her response was, a swimsuit. Despite the coolness between us, I smiled. I had not seen Sunita in a swimwear in several years. It would be a visual treat for sure. The swimsuit actually turned out to be a yellow bikini that went fantastically with Sunita's white complexion. It wasn't too skimpy or anything. But any bikini would have trouble containing her massive boobs. And her voluptuous perfectly shaped round butt looked great in the yellow bikini bottoms. She looked positively fuckable and if I had not been carrying the grudge from the previous night, I'd have jumped her right away. But for now, I just changed into swimming trunks, and wore a t-shirt.
Sunita tied a matching yellow sarong around her waist and we went to the poolside restaurant. We got a table right by the pool, and I could see that Sunita was getting a lot of admiring glances again, from men and women alike. I was particularly amused by an old bald man who was swimming laps gradually, and whenever he was close to us, would slow down and check Sunita out blatantly. I don't think she noticed though.
I was only halfway into my main course when Sunita announced she was full, and wanted to get in the pool. I simply nodded and continued eating. Since she had just eaten, she couldn't really swim too much, so she just did a couple of different strokes at the end of the pool close to me. As she did the backstroke, I could not help but feel a surge in my pants at the way her huge tits struggled to break free from the bikini.
As I looked away from her, I noticed that the old bald white man was splayed on a pool chair on the other side, again blatantly staring at my wife. I also noted with a chuckle that he was wearing a speedo - not something suited for his old paunchy body. He noticed me looking at him and smiled at me. I looked away and back towards Sunita who had now waded to the other side of the pool.
The old man got up from his chair and walked towards the edge of the pool. Standing up, he looked even more ridiculous in his speedo, with his paunch flubbing over it. I did however notice momentarily, before looking away, that the crotch of his speedo was massive, as if hiding a football. Must be an enlarged prostate, I thought myself. The old man dove into the water with a clumsy splash and started swimming. I watched curiously as he swam towards Sunita. And he said something to her.
She responded with a polite smile and said something. They were about 30 feet away from me so I couldn't hear what was being said. But the expressions on his face were very lecherous. I found the idea hilarious that such an ugly old man was actually even thinking of chatting up someone as gorgeous as my wife. She was used to the attention of hunks like Rajiv, after all. I was sure she'd slip away from him politely very soon.
"Sir, would you like to take a look at our dessert cart?" I heard the waiter say and I looked away from the pool. The dessert cart looked interesting. It had a chocolate soufflé which I knew Sunita liked. So I ordered it for her and a cheesecake for myself. The waiter made some small talk with me and put the dessert on the table and left.
I looked back and was surprised to see that the old man was still chatting up Sunita. She seemed to have an amused expression on her face and was saying short sentences herself. The conversation seemed to go on and on. Now she would occasionally giggle! I decided to put an end to the pathetic old man's desperate flirting attempts, so got up and walked towards the side of the pool they were at.
"Sunita!" I called out over the din of kids playing nearby. She was about 10 feet away from the edge. She looked at me. "The dessert is here. I ordered you soufflé."
Sunita nodded and glided through the water towards me. I noted with annoyance that the old man swam after her.
"What did you say?" Sunita put her elbows on the edge and asked me.
"The dessert. I ordered you..."
"And who might you be? Her father?" the old man came to a stop in the water right next to Sunita and interrupted me.
"Hehe..I told you he's my husband!" Sunita giggled. "Sumit, meet Rabi."
"Pleased to meet you." Rabi reached out his wrinkly hand towards me and I bent down in the waist to shake it.
Rabi grabbed my hand firmly, and without letting go, said,
"So you're the lucky son of a bitch who gets to take this gorgeous little pixie home every night huh?"
Gorgeous little pixie? This old geezer was at least a couple of inches shorter than her. I snorted a little and tried to free my hand. But Rabi's grip was surprisingly strong, and I found myself standing there crouching at his mercy.
"Why did a spicy bombshell like you settle for an old fart like him, huh?" Rabi said and started cackling. Still grabbing my hand. My ears went red with rage and embarrassment. I looked at Sunita who actually had an amused expression on her face.
"Hehe...I don't remember actually." she said and started giggling.
Finally Rabi released the vice-like grip on my hand. It relieved me, but only temporarily, because he put that arm around Sunita's shoulder and pressed it gently, and started cackling loudly.
I noticed him put his arm around her but Sunita either didn't notice or ignored it on purpose. She was still giggling. I was on the verge of jumping in the water and kicking this old man's ass. How dare he touch her in front of me? They had just met! But I resisted my instinct.
"Sunita, the dessert." I said in an annoyed voice.
She nodded and Rabi finally took his arm off her shoulder. Sunita put her palms on the side of the pool and pooled herself out of the water. As she got out, I saw Rabi staring at her butt rather shamelessly and with a smile on his face. I walked back with Sunita to our table. She took her seat and so did I. And, a few second later, much to my consternation, so did Rabi!
"Yeah, their souffle is the best." he said, moving his chair right next to Sunita's. "I have eaten at the most expensive restaurants in this country. And the souffle here is the best."
"Is that so?" I sarcastically asked. I found it hard to believe that this uncouth old geezer was an expert in fine dining.
"Oh yeah, I'm loaded. Got a dozen real estate companies all over the country."
"Really?" Sunita asked in what sounded like an awe-struck voice. And that annoyed me even more. The old man was clearly trying to impress her with talk of his wealth and she was buying into it!
"Yup! Ole Rabi's got a lot of cash in case you ever wanna leave this old fart." Rabi said and winked at Sunita who started giggling again.
This was the second time he had called me an old fart and it was beginning to piss me off. I might have been close to 50, but this geezer was close to 60, if not older. Where did he get off calling me an old fart? And why the fuck was my wife laughing at his boorish comments?
"Yeah, old Rabi knows all about livin' it up in Nepal. In fact, why don't I take you to dinner to a real fancy place tonight? And then some fine cocktails?" Rabi said looking at Sunita, and then without looking at me said, "Sumit, you can come too."
But before Sunita could say anything, I said,
"Sorry, but we're busy tonight. We have a lot of plans. Right, Sunita?"
I expected Sunita to concur with me. But instead she was silent, and was looking at Rabi with an odd expression on her face. That caused an awkward silence.
"Right, Sunita?" I said a little louder.
'Oh..umm...what's our plan for tonight?" she asked.
"You mean you aren’t got plans?" Rabi said, turning around to finally look at me. "It's settled then. I'll see you two in the lobby at 8!"
I glared at Sunita, expecting her to turn him down. Instead, she said,
"Okay, 8 it is."
"Splendid." Rabi said stroking Sunita's bare shoulder. "See you then, little pixie. Bye Sumit."
But…..I tried to say something
He acted like he hadn't heard me. Instead he slowly got up, and while he slid away from the chair, his crotch moved just inches away from Sunita's face. I noticed Sunita's head turn at once as she looked at the enormous bulge in his speedos for a split second and then looked away. I thought I heard Rabi chuckle as he walked away.
I was fuming silently until we got back to the room. Once we entered the room, I let loose,
"What a slimy pathetic old geezer! Why the fuck did you accept his invitation?"
"You could've said no." Sunita said calmly, unwrapping her sarong.
"I did. But you gave him a chance to put his foot in the door." I yelled.
"Come on, Sumit. He's just a silly old man. What harm can it do?" Sunita said, walking towards the bathroom. I thought I detected a hesitant tone in her voice.
I started saying something in return, but I heard the bathroom door slam shut. A few moments later, I could hear the shower being turned on. So I turned the TV on and sat on the bed watching it. It was over twenty minutes when Sunita finally stepped out of the bathroom wearing a nighty.
"Sumit, did you notice Rabi's.... you know....swimming costume?" she asked in mischievous tone.
"Huh?" I feigned ignorance although I knew exactly what she was referring to.
"You know, the size of it? You probably didn't notice. It was huge!" she said with a curious look on her face.
That pissed me off even more. I have always considered myself reasonably well-endowed at 6 inches. But whenever I read about men with really big dicks, I wonder if women care about it. Sunita had never before mentioned any other man's size. So this unexpected comment got me a little upset. But not wanting to seem insecure, I said,
"Well, it's probably an enlarged prostate or something." And went back to watching TV. Sunita shrugged.
I would have argued with Sunita about her behavior with Rabi more, but we had a web conference planned. With our son. So as soon as Sunita sat in to the bed, I took my laptop out, logged into skype and called Sunita's sister. Chintu was eagerly waiting for us, and we had a long conversation with him. He filled us in on every little detail of his two days with his aunt, from everything he had eaten, to the games he had played to what he'd seen on TV. It was almost two hours by the time we got done with the call.
After I closed my laptop, Sunita announced she was feeling a bit tired so wanted to take a short nap. I suspected this was just a ruse to avoid the Rabi topic, but I nodded and joined her for the nap.
(To Be Continued)
part2
The next morning, neither of us made any reference to the fight last night. It hadn't been much of a fight. I changed into my night shorts, took a couple of Night Tylenol pills and was soon asleep. Sunita had been sobbing most of the time that I was awake. We had breakfast at a small diner and then decided to ride the tiny gondola in the hotel. We then went back to the strip, and checked out the other casinos - Bellagio, Caesar's, MGM Grand etc. Our conversations were mostly pleasant and cordial. Both of us were waiting for the other person to apologize.
We decided to have lunch at the “Mountain view”'s poolside restaurant. Sunita said she'd like to go upstairs and change. I asked what she wanted to change into, and her response was, a swimsuit. Despite the coolness between us, I smiled. I had not seen Sunita in a swimwear in several years. It would be a visual treat for sure. The swimsuit actually turned out to be a yellow bikini that went fantastically with Sunita's white complexion. It wasn't too skimpy or anything. But any bikini would have trouble containing her massive boobs. And her voluptuous perfectly shaped round butt looked great in the yellow bikini bottoms. She looked positively fuckable and if I had not been carrying the grudge from the previous night, I'd have jumped her right away. But for now, I just changed into swimming trunks, and wore a t-shirt.
Sunita tied a matching yellow sarong around her waist and we went to the poolside restaurant. We got a table right by the pool, and I could see that Sunita was getting a lot of admiring glances again, from men and women alike. I was particularly amused by an old bald man who was swimming laps gradually, and whenever he was close to us, would slow down and check Sunita out blatantly. I don't think she noticed though.
I was only halfway into my main course when Sunita announced she was full, and wanted to get in the pool. I simply nodded and continued eating. Since she had just eaten, she couldn't really swim too much, so she just did a couple of different strokes at the end of the pool close to me. As she did the backstroke, I could not help but feel a surge in my pants at the way her huge tits struggled to break free from the bikini.
As I looked away from her, I noticed that the old bald white man was splayed on a pool chair on the other side, again blatantly staring at my wife. I also noted with a chuckle that he was wearing a speedo - not something suited for his old paunchy body. He noticed me looking at him and smiled at me. I looked away and back towards Sunita who had now waded to the other side of the pool.
The old man got up from his chair and walked towards the edge of the pool. Standing up, he looked even more ridiculous in his speedo, with his paunch flubbing over it. I did however notice momentarily, before looking away, that the crotch of his speedo was massive, as if hiding a football. Must be an enlarged prostate, I thought myself. The old man dove into the water with a clumsy splash and started swimming. I watched curiously as he swam towards Sunita. And he said something to her.
She responded with a polite smile and said something. They were about 30 feet away from me so I couldn't hear what was being said. But the expressions on his face were very lecherous. I found the idea hilarious that such an ugly old man was actually even thinking of chatting up someone as gorgeous as my wife. She was used to the attention of hunks like Rajiv, after all. I was sure she'd slip away from him politely very soon.
"Sir, would you like to take a look at our dessert cart?" I heard the waiter say and I looked away from the pool. The dessert cart looked interesting. It had a chocolate soufflé which I knew Sunita liked. So I ordered it for her and a cheesecake for myself. The waiter made some small talk with me and put the dessert on the table and left.
I looked back and was surprised to see that the old man was still chatting up Sunita. She seemed to have an amused expression on her face and was saying short sentences herself. The conversation seemed to go on and on. Now she would occasionally giggle! I decided to put an end to the pathetic old man's desperate flirting attempts, so got up and walked towards the side of the pool they were at.
"Sunita!" I called out over the din of kids playing nearby. She was about 10 feet away from the edge. She looked at me. "The dessert is here. I ordered you soufflé."
Sunita nodded and glided through the water towards me. I noted with annoyance that the old man swam after her.
"What did you say?" Sunita put her elbows on the edge and asked me.
"The dessert. I ordered you..."
"And who might you be? Her father?" the old man came to a stop in the water right next to Sunita and interrupted me.
"Hehe..I told you he's my husband!" Sunita giggled. "Sumit, meet Rabi."
"Pleased to meet you." Rabi reached out his wrinkly hand towards me and I bent down in the waist to shake it.
Rabi grabbed my hand firmly, and without letting go, said,
"So you're the lucky son of a bitch who gets to take this gorgeous little pixie home every night huh?"
Gorgeous little pixie? This old geezer was at least a couple of inches shorter than her. I snorted a little and tried to free my hand. But Rabi's grip was surprisingly strong, and I found myself standing there crouching at his mercy.
"Why did a spicy bombshell like you settle for an old fart like him, huh?" Rabi said and started cackling. Still grabbing my hand. My ears went red with rage and embarrassment. I looked at Sunita who actually had an amused expression on her face.
"Hehe...I don't remember actually." she said and started giggling.
Finally Rabi released the vice-like grip on my hand. It relieved me, but only temporarily, because he put that arm around Sunita's shoulder and pressed it gently, and started cackling loudly.
I noticed him put his arm around her but Sunita either didn't notice or ignored it on purpose. She was still giggling. I was on the verge of jumping in the water and kicking this old man's ass. How dare he touch her in front of me? They had just met! But I resisted my instinct.
"Sunita, the dessert." I said in an annoyed voice.
She nodded and Rabi finally took his arm off her shoulder. Sunita put her palms on the side of the pool and pooled herself out of the water. As she got out, I saw Rabi staring at her butt rather shamelessly and with a smile on his face. I walked back with Sunita to our table. She took her seat and so did I. And, a few second later, much to my consternation, so did Rabi!
"Yeah, their souffle is the best." he said, moving his chair right next to Sunita's. "I have eaten at the most expensive restaurants in this country. And the souffle here is the best."
"Is that so?" I sarcastically asked. I found it hard to believe that this uncouth old geezer was an expert in fine dining.
"Oh yeah, I'm loaded. Got a dozen real estate companies all over the country."
"Really?" Sunita asked in what sounded like an awe-struck voice. And that annoyed me even more. The old man was clearly trying to impress her with talk of his wealth and she was buying into it!
"Yup! Ole Rabi's got a lot of cash in case you ever wanna leave this old fart." Rabi said and winked at Sunita who started giggling again.
This was the second time he had called me an old fart and it was beginning to piss me off. I might have been close to 50, but this geezer was close to 60, if not older. Where did he get off calling me an old fart? And why the fuck was my wife laughing at his boorish comments?
"Yeah, old Rabi knows all about livin' it up in Nepal. In fact, why don't I take you to dinner to a real fancy place tonight? And then some fine cocktails?" Rabi said looking at Sunita, and then without looking at me said, "Sumit, you can come too."
But before Sunita could say anything, I said,
"Sorry, but we're busy tonight. We have a lot of plans. Right, Sunita?"
I expected Sunita to concur with me. But instead she was silent, and was looking at Rabi with an odd expression on her face. That caused an awkward silence.
"Right, Sunita?" I said a little louder.
'Oh..umm...what's our plan for tonight?" she asked.
"You mean you aren’t got plans?" Rabi said, turning around to finally look at me. "It's settled then. I'll see you two in the lobby at 8!"
I glared at Sunita, expecting her to turn him down. Instead, she said,
"Okay, 8 it is."
"Splendid." Rabi said stroking Sunita's bare shoulder. "See you then, little pixie. Bye Sumit."
But…..I tried to say something
He acted like he hadn't heard me. Instead he slowly got up, and while he slid away from the chair, his crotch moved just inches away from Sunita's face. I noticed Sunita's head turn at once as she looked at the enormous bulge in his speedos for a split second and then looked away. I thought I heard Rabi chuckle as he walked away.
I was fuming silently until we got back to the room. Once we entered the room, I let loose,
"What a slimy pathetic old geezer! Why the fuck did you accept his invitation?"
"You could've said no." Sunita said calmly, unwrapping her sarong.
"I did. But you gave him a chance to put his foot in the door." I yelled.
"Come on, Sumit. He's just a silly old man. What harm can it do?" Sunita said, walking towards the bathroom. I thought I detected a hesitant tone in her voice.
I started saying something in return, but I heard the bathroom door slam shut. A few moments later, I could hear the shower being turned on. So I turned the TV on and sat on the bed watching it. It was over twenty minutes when Sunita finally stepped out of the bathroom wearing a nighty.
"Sumit, did you notice Rabi's.... you know....swimming costume?" she asked in mischievous tone.
"Huh?" I feigned ignorance although I knew exactly what she was referring to.
"You know, the size of it? You probably didn't notice. It was huge!" she said with a curious look on her face.
That pissed me off even more. I have always considered myself reasonably well-endowed at 6 inches. But whenever I read about men with really big dicks, I wonder if women care about it. Sunita had never before mentioned any other man's size. So this unexpected comment got me a little upset. But not wanting to seem insecure, I said,
"Well, it's probably an enlarged prostate or something." And went back to watching TV. Sunita shrugged.
I would have argued with Sunita about her behavior with Rabi more, but we had a web conference planned. With our son. So as soon as Sunita sat in to the bed, I took my laptop out, logged into skype and called Sunita's sister. Chintu was eagerly waiting for us, and we had a long conversation with him. He filled us in on every little detail of his two days with his aunt, from everything he had eaten, to the games he had played to what he'd seen on TV. It was almost two hours by the time we got done with the call.
After I closed my laptop, Sunita announced she was feeling a bit tired so wanted to take a short nap. I suspected this was just a ruse to avoid the Rabi topic, but I nodded and joined her for the nap.
(To Be Continued)
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