10-05-2019, 04:38 PM
my slut wife
part3
At 8 pm when we walked down to the lobby, Rabi was already there.
"Wow, you look absolutely ravishing." he said, staring at her up and down. He completely ignored my presence.
Sunita did look quite ravishing. She was wearing a pleated skirt that stopped an inch above her knees. And a sleeveless top with a bold neckline tat showed about an inch of her ample cleavage. I had thought of making a sarcastic comment about how she was getting all dolled up, but had decided against it. The end result was, she looked fabulous, and something that pleased me but also bothered me.
Rabi's full attire further made me doubt his claims of being wealthy. His pants looked fairly worn-out and his blazer seemed like one of those cheap tawdry ones you get for 1000 Rs on the street. He was also wearing a really horrible cologne, which he had clearly sprayed a lot of. This tawdrily dressed paunchy puny bald old geezer, was a stark contrast next to my wife who with her high heels, easily stood a head above him. But it didn't seem to bother him.
He led us to the restaurant which was on the same block. It did seem very swanky. When the waiter led us to our table, he pulled out a chair for Sunita. As soon as she sat down, Rabi swooped in, taking the chair next to her, forcing me to sit across from them. We started with small talk. Well, Rabi and Sunita started with small talk. I was being ignored once again.
Suddenly, the sound of music filled the air. I noticed that the band was positioned quite close to us and they had started playing. As the music started, I could barely hear anything Sunita and Rabi were saying. Rabi had his elbow on the table and was sitting almost facing Sunita completely. At one point of time, I noticed that he put his hand on her bare knee, and looked at Sunita with my eyebrows raised. She stared back with a slight shrug, as if saying, it was my job to stop him.
I did consider stopping him. But this old geezer was acting in such a lewd and disgusting manner, that I decided to let Sunita extricate herself from the situation. It's not like it was Rajiv touching her there. Even at this stage, with all the bravado Rabi had shown, I did not consider him an actual threat, but an inconvenience. So if his raspy wrinkly hands were bothering my wife, well, my wife should tell him to stop.
The drinks arrived. Sunita and I had both ordered drinks, and Rabi had ordered a double scotch on the rocks. He said something to her, which obviously I couldn't catch because of the music. She nodded. Then I almost fell off my chair as Rabi picked up his glass of scotch and put it to her lips. She took a small sip and coughed. Sunita hated scotch. She'd tasted it once many years back, and decided it was too potent a taste for her. As she coughed, Rabi laughed and put the glass to her lips again. This time she took a sip without coughing.
Rabi's hand had now come off her knee. But it was instead around her shoulder. Again, Sunita and I played the who-blinks-first game. I threw her a dirty look which she returned. The right thing to do would have been to rescue her from his leery grip by putting an end to this all. But this had now turned into an ego tussle. She was the one who should push him away, I decided.
Soon the waiter came to take our orders. I noticed that Sunita didn't say anything to the waiter, which meant the old fart had ordered for her. This bugged me even more. Sunita is very finicky about ordering food in a restaurant. Even when we go out in groups, she likes to order for herself. And here she was letting a practical stranger order food for her? I seethed in silence throughout dinner. Sunita and Rabi kept talking, his hand rubbing her shoulder when it wasn't rubbing his knees or thighs. By the end of the meal, his hand had pushed her skirt a couple of inches higher, and much more of her thigh was on display then at the beginning.
I had refused to blink, but was feeling very disgusted. I fought my disgust by switching from beer to scotch as well. And downing a few of them in haste as dinner progressed. Maybe it was the booze having its effect on her, but I thought that Sunita didn't look as uncomfortable as before. She had gone from being a little squeamish of his touch and having a hesitant look of alarm on her face to now wearing a blissful smile. She was barely touching her food although Rabi was wolfing his dinner down.
Finally dinner got done. I thought this was it, but instead, Rabi got up and said to me,
"We're gonna dance a little."
I looked at Sunita, but she was avoiding my gaze. Instead she got up from her chair and followed Rabi to the bar area of the restaurant where a handful of couples were dancing. From our table, I could only see part of the dance floor. Rabi and Sunita first started dancing in that area, with a foot of distance between them.
The contrast between them was stark. Sunita - beautiful, voluptuous, elegantly dressed, and tall. Rabi - half a foot shorter than her, dressed in cheap threads, bald, ugly, puny but with a paunch that stuck out from his blazer. Sunita moved gracefully, Rabi plonked around like a frog. But even with this mismatch, what bothered me was that the two kept their gazes locked into each others. And Sunita, far from looking bothered, wore a happy smile as they danced.
Sonds started and finished but they kept dancing for a good twenty minutes or so. Meanwhile the waiter had come and placed the check on the table and had made a few meaningful visits to look at it. Finally I put my credit card in the check folder and the waiter took it away. I was about to get up, interrupt the dancing and take Sunita home, when the song changed to a romantic ballad. An ideal slow dancing song.
I watched in horror as Rabi pulled my wife into a clumsy embrace and the two of them started gently swaying to the music. Rabi started off placing his hands on the small of her back, but then gradually slid them downwards. Until both his hands were on her shapely butt. He then started gentle kneading her butt, without any resistance from her. I looked around and saw a few people around them snickering and pointing. Even in Nepal, watching such a clumsily dressed old codger feeling up an exquisite beauty like my wife wasn't a common scene.
I watched with disgust, but also with a sense of vindication. This dirty old man was skillfully putting the moves on my wife. Right in front of me. And she was doing nothing to stop him. Obviously, I had been correct in my suspicions about Rajiv and the other guys. If she let this old sack of dough go this far, who knows what she had done with Rajiv when I was away? I felt my ears burn in anger as I watched them. Finally the dance came to an end. And the two of them started walking back to the table.
When Sunita took her seat, she looked into my eyes with a defiant expression. I was doing nothing to hide my rage. But it didn't seem to bother her. She looked away. I then looked at Rabi. As he sat down, I almost spat out my drink in shock. There was a huge tent in his pants. He was sporting a rather substantial erection. And, it dawned on me, this beast of an erection had obviously been rubbing against my wife when they slow danced. Or maybe it was a result of their slow dance.
The three of us sat wordlessly sipping at what remained of the last of our drinks. The waiter came back with the credit card slip and I signed it. Rabi looked at me and smirked, as if to say - "I was going to take you two to dinner, and instead you're paying while I rubbed my dick against your wife." I looked away from him towards Sunita who now wore a look that was all too familiar to me. After many a night on town, when we got home, she would sport this look - that of being drunk as well as being horny. Rabi's monster erection rubbing against her had clearly had an effect.
Rabi must have noticed it too, because I sensed a movement of his hand. And when I followed it, I saw it was headed towards his thigh again. Except this time, he didn't stop at just rubbing her thigh. It disappeared under her skirt. I looked up at Sunita who had now closed her eyes and had tilted her head back a little. Slowly her lips parted and I saw another familiar look. And alarm bells started going off in my head.
I realized that just a couple of feet away from me, Rabi was fingering my wife. Was he doing it over her panties? Or had he slipped his finger inside? There was no way for me to know. What I did know was, I was at a crossroads. Either I get up, throw a fit, and kick this old man's ass. Or I continue to be what I had been until then. A silent accomplice.
I don't what what made me opt for the second option. Maybe I was getting turned on by this ugly old man handling my wife like putty. But at that moment, I rationalized my non-action by telling myself, it's up to her to stop him. If she wants to prove me wrong and show me as a jealous paranoid husband, she should do something. I didn't realize though that Sunita was probably too drunk to think straight.
Rabi noticed that I had noticed, and flashed me a triumphant smile. He then poked her thigh with his other hand, and she parted her legs even more, providing him better access to her cunt. Sunita's face now wore an overtly sexual look. Her eyes were now half open, but she didn't seem to be looking at anything in particular. Her nipples were obviously erect because they were poking through even her bra and top. Her face had gone all red. And she seemed to be breathing heavily.
This scene lasted five minutes or so, until the band stopped playing and there was a minute of silence. Rabi took his hand out from under Sunita's skirt. Sunita let out an audible moan of disappointment. Her eyes opened completely and met mine. She looked away in shame. I wondered if she would end it now. But it wasn't in her hands.
Rabi got up. His erection seemed to have subsided by now. He said to me very matter-of-factly,
"I am taking her to my suite back at the “Mountain view”. You can come along too if you want."
I tried to search for words, but couldn't come up with any. Rabi held out his hand for Sunita. I expected her to take it. But instead, she was looking at me.
"Sumit." she said in a breathless voice.
"Hmm?" I said.
"Are you coming with us?" there was a plaintive tone of genuine conflict in her voice. Looking back, I now know that was the last chance I had to put an end to the depravity. I just stared at her.
" Sumit?" she asked, once more in that gut-wrenching voice.
A dozen different sentences sprung up in my head. "Don't go." "Let's go back to our room." "Leave this old fart here." "Stop the madness."
I didn't say any of them. I just said “I don’t know”.
“Come with us Sumit, what are you going to do alone here” Sunita whispered. Ok I said. Sunita exhaled loudly hearing my answer. Rabi was still holding his hand out for her. She took it and got up. Rabi put his hand around my wife's waist and led her away. I got up and followed them, as if in a slumber.
I walked behind Rabi and Sunita as we left the restaurant and went back to the “Mountain view”. I followed them into the elevator. Rabi slid his key and pushed the button for the top floor. Once the elevator door closed, he stood there, again kneading her butt. The elevator reached his floor and we walked to the suite.
(To Be Continued)
part3
At 8 pm when we walked down to the lobby, Rabi was already there.
"Wow, you look absolutely ravishing." he said, staring at her up and down. He completely ignored my presence.
Sunita did look quite ravishing. She was wearing a pleated skirt that stopped an inch above her knees. And a sleeveless top with a bold neckline tat showed about an inch of her ample cleavage. I had thought of making a sarcastic comment about how she was getting all dolled up, but had decided against it. The end result was, she looked fabulous, and something that pleased me but also bothered me.
Rabi's full attire further made me doubt his claims of being wealthy. His pants looked fairly worn-out and his blazer seemed like one of those cheap tawdry ones you get for 1000 Rs on the street. He was also wearing a really horrible cologne, which he had clearly sprayed a lot of. This tawdrily dressed paunchy puny bald old geezer, was a stark contrast next to my wife who with her high heels, easily stood a head above him. But it didn't seem to bother him.
He led us to the restaurant which was on the same block. It did seem very swanky. When the waiter led us to our table, he pulled out a chair for Sunita. As soon as she sat down, Rabi swooped in, taking the chair next to her, forcing me to sit across from them. We started with small talk. Well, Rabi and Sunita started with small talk. I was being ignored once again.
Suddenly, the sound of music filled the air. I noticed that the band was positioned quite close to us and they had started playing. As the music started, I could barely hear anything Sunita and Rabi were saying. Rabi had his elbow on the table and was sitting almost facing Sunita completely. At one point of time, I noticed that he put his hand on her bare knee, and looked at Sunita with my eyebrows raised. She stared back with a slight shrug, as if saying, it was my job to stop him.
I did consider stopping him. But this old geezer was acting in such a lewd and disgusting manner, that I decided to let Sunita extricate herself from the situation. It's not like it was Rajiv touching her there. Even at this stage, with all the bravado Rabi had shown, I did not consider him an actual threat, but an inconvenience. So if his raspy wrinkly hands were bothering my wife, well, my wife should tell him to stop.
The drinks arrived. Sunita and I had both ordered drinks, and Rabi had ordered a double scotch on the rocks. He said something to her, which obviously I couldn't catch because of the music. She nodded. Then I almost fell off my chair as Rabi picked up his glass of scotch and put it to her lips. She took a small sip and coughed. Sunita hated scotch. She'd tasted it once many years back, and decided it was too potent a taste for her. As she coughed, Rabi laughed and put the glass to her lips again. This time she took a sip without coughing.
Rabi's hand had now come off her knee. But it was instead around her shoulder. Again, Sunita and I played the who-blinks-first game. I threw her a dirty look which she returned. The right thing to do would have been to rescue her from his leery grip by putting an end to this all. But this had now turned into an ego tussle. She was the one who should push him away, I decided.
Soon the waiter came to take our orders. I noticed that Sunita didn't say anything to the waiter, which meant the old fart had ordered for her. This bugged me even more. Sunita is very finicky about ordering food in a restaurant. Even when we go out in groups, she likes to order for herself. And here she was letting a practical stranger order food for her? I seethed in silence throughout dinner. Sunita and Rabi kept talking, his hand rubbing her shoulder when it wasn't rubbing his knees or thighs. By the end of the meal, his hand had pushed her skirt a couple of inches higher, and much more of her thigh was on display then at the beginning.
I had refused to blink, but was feeling very disgusted. I fought my disgust by switching from beer to scotch as well. And downing a few of them in haste as dinner progressed. Maybe it was the booze having its effect on her, but I thought that Sunita didn't look as uncomfortable as before. She had gone from being a little squeamish of his touch and having a hesitant look of alarm on her face to now wearing a blissful smile. She was barely touching her food although Rabi was wolfing his dinner down.
Finally dinner got done. I thought this was it, but instead, Rabi got up and said to me,
"We're gonna dance a little."
I looked at Sunita, but she was avoiding my gaze. Instead she got up from her chair and followed Rabi to the bar area of the restaurant where a handful of couples were dancing. From our table, I could only see part of the dance floor. Rabi and Sunita first started dancing in that area, with a foot of distance between them.
The contrast between them was stark. Sunita - beautiful, voluptuous, elegantly dressed, and tall. Rabi - half a foot shorter than her, dressed in cheap threads, bald, ugly, puny but with a paunch that stuck out from his blazer. Sunita moved gracefully, Rabi plonked around like a frog. But even with this mismatch, what bothered me was that the two kept their gazes locked into each others. And Sunita, far from looking bothered, wore a happy smile as they danced.
Sonds started and finished but they kept dancing for a good twenty minutes or so. Meanwhile the waiter had come and placed the check on the table and had made a few meaningful visits to look at it. Finally I put my credit card in the check folder and the waiter took it away. I was about to get up, interrupt the dancing and take Sunita home, when the song changed to a romantic ballad. An ideal slow dancing song.
I watched in horror as Rabi pulled my wife into a clumsy embrace and the two of them started gently swaying to the music. Rabi started off placing his hands on the small of her back, but then gradually slid them downwards. Until both his hands were on her shapely butt. He then started gentle kneading her butt, without any resistance from her. I looked around and saw a few people around them snickering and pointing. Even in Nepal, watching such a clumsily dressed old codger feeling up an exquisite beauty like my wife wasn't a common scene.
I watched with disgust, but also with a sense of vindication. This dirty old man was skillfully putting the moves on my wife. Right in front of me. And she was doing nothing to stop him. Obviously, I had been correct in my suspicions about Rajiv and the other guys. If she let this old sack of dough go this far, who knows what she had done with Rajiv when I was away? I felt my ears burn in anger as I watched them. Finally the dance came to an end. And the two of them started walking back to the table.
When Sunita took her seat, she looked into my eyes with a defiant expression. I was doing nothing to hide my rage. But it didn't seem to bother her. She looked away. I then looked at Rabi. As he sat down, I almost spat out my drink in shock. There was a huge tent in his pants. He was sporting a rather substantial erection. And, it dawned on me, this beast of an erection had obviously been rubbing against my wife when they slow danced. Or maybe it was a result of their slow dance.
The three of us sat wordlessly sipping at what remained of the last of our drinks. The waiter came back with the credit card slip and I signed it. Rabi looked at me and smirked, as if to say - "I was going to take you two to dinner, and instead you're paying while I rubbed my dick against your wife." I looked away from him towards Sunita who now wore a look that was all too familiar to me. After many a night on town, when we got home, she would sport this look - that of being drunk as well as being horny. Rabi's monster erection rubbing against her had clearly had an effect.
Rabi must have noticed it too, because I sensed a movement of his hand. And when I followed it, I saw it was headed towards his thigh again. Except this time, he didn't stop at just rubbing her thigh. It disappeared under her skirt. I looked up at Sunita who had now closed her eyes and had tilted her head back a little. Slowly her lips parted and I saw another familiar look. And alarm bells started going off in my head.
I realized that just a couple of feet away from me, Rabi was fingering my wife. Was he doing it over her panties? Or had he slipped his finger inside? There was no way for me to know. What I did know was, I was at a crossroads. Either I get up, throw a fit, and kick this old man's ass. Or I continue to be what I had been until then. A silent accomplice.
I don't what what made me opt for the second option. Maybe I was getting turned on by this ugly old man handling my wife like putty. But at that moment, I rationalized my non-action by telling myself, it's up to her to stop him. If she wants to prove me wrong and show me as a jealous paranoid husband, she should do something. I didn't realize though that Sunita was probably too drunk to think straight.
Rabi noticed that I had noticed, and flashed me a triumphant smile. He then poked her thigh with his other hand, and she parted her legs even more, providing him better access to her cunt. Sunita's face now wore an overtly sexual look. Her eyes were now half open, but she didn't seem to be looking at anything in particular. Her nipples were obviously erect because they were poking through even her bra and top. Her face had gone all red. And she seemed to be breathing heavily.
This scene lasted five minutes or so, until the band stopped playing and there was a minute of silence. Rabi took his hand out from under Sunita's skirt. Sunita let out an audible moan of disappointment. Her eyes opened completely and met mine. She looked away in shame. I wondered if she would end it now. But it wasn't in her hands.
Rabi got up. His erection seemed to have subsided by now. He said to me very matter-of-factly,
"I am taking her to my suite back at the “Mountain view”. You can come along too if you want."
I tried to search for words, but couldn't come up with any. Rabi held out his hand for Sunita. I expected her to take it. But instead, she was looking at me.
"Sumit." she said in a breathless voice.
"Hmm?" I said.
"Are you coming with us?" there was a plaintive tone of genuine conflict in her voice. Looking back, I now know that was the last chance I had to put an end to the depravity. I just stared at her.
" Sumit?" she asked, once more in that gut-wrenching voice.
A dozen different sentences sprung up in my head. "Don't go." "Let's go back to our room." "Leave this old fart here." "Stop the madness."
I didn't say any of them. I just said “I don’t know”.
“Come with us Sumit, what are you going to do alone here” Sunita whispered. Ok I said. Sunita exhaled loudly hearing my answer. Rabi was still holding his hand out for her. She took it and got up. Rabi put his hand around my wife's waist and led her away. I got up and followed them, as if in a slumber.
I walked behind Rabi and Sunita as we left the restaurant and went back to the “Mountain view”. I followed them into the elevator. Rabi slid his key and pushed the button for the top floor. Once the elevator door closed, he stood there, again kneading her butt. The elevator reached his floor and we walked to the suite.
(To Be Continued)
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