Adultery Indian Wife and Her College Friend by yajiv132

[Ramesh_Rocky]

Shriya was in a very horny and playful mood after our violent love making. After her bath, she did something that she knew throws me over the edge - she wore a skirt. When I stepped out after my own bath, I was treated to the image of Shriya standing there demurely, with a tight tank top and a short skirt which came up to the middle of her sexy thighs. Because Shriya usually wears sarees all the time, her legs are never shown. I've argued with her about it a lot since she has the sexiest legs: long and well toned. Shriya's whole body is well toned and flexible. Her legs especially so. Any man looking at her legs will want to run his hands over the smooth skin, spank her ass, and fuck the hell out of her. She knew this very well.


She came to me and innocently asked me, "Am I looking good?"

I pulled her in and kissed her for an answer. She broke apart and stepped back, "Ah Ah Ah, not until tonight mister."

Her eyes went to the bulge in my towel and she said, "Keep that hard for me until night and then take me my dear lover."

Though I approved of the sexy dress, I thought she had forgotten that we had a house guest.

"What about Sriram?"

Her face clouded over instantly, showing that she had not thought of it at all. My heart melted as she looked crestfallen.

I took her in my arms and said, "Hey it is okay. People here dress like this all the time, even worse, so Sriram will have gotten used to it."

She looked up and said, "Are you sure? You don't mind him looking at my legs?"

I smiled, "of course I mind, but I know you picked out this dress with a lot of desire, I don't want to disappoint you darling."

Now she also smiled and said, "Thanks dear. Hmm yes I know you love skirts, that's why I picked this one."

She put her hand over my cock, "Oh you're so hard. Mmmm."

Then she came to her senses and said, "Let me go make dinner darling. Dress and come."

I put on tee shirt and shorts, and made my way to the hall. Sriram was apparently still bathing, so I started watching TV. He came down a little while later. After the towel-cock incident, he had made sure to dry himself up properly before coming into the room. He sat down with me, and we started chatting. His eyes literally popped out of their socket when Shriya came to serve us snacks. His eyes went from her toes to her milky thighs. Then they rested on her boobs, which were showing a little cleavage out of the tank top. We were sitting on opposite sofas. When Shriya bent to serve me, I could see him looking at her hot ass through the flimsy skirt. I had a mental image of Sriram bending Shriya over a table and fucking her. My already hard cock gave a jolt. Shriya smiled at my cock and seductively licked her lips, then winked at me and went to serve him. He was also hard, with his legs apart, and his huge bulge clearly showing. When she bent to serve him, she blocked my view, but I was sure that he would be looking at her cleavage. Shriya said, "Enjoy" and left for the kitchen. We both watched her sexily walk away.

I was getting jealous and hot watching all this. This bastard had now seen Shriya's cleavage, back, and her sexy legs too. Will this end with him seeing her fully? If only he didn't have a huge cock and a muscular body. My jealousy overpowered my heat, and I resolved to do something about this.

We had dinner, with Sriram taking every opportunity to ogle at Shriya. Shriya was aware of both his looks and his bulge, but seemed to take it in stride. I wanted the day to end as quickly as possible, and get my loving wife away from the eyes of Sriram. However, it was not meant to be. Since Shriya was in a playful mood, after dinner, she suggested we dance to some music. Previously, before Sriram, we would dance outrageously, and end up having sex in the living room itself.

Today, I wasn't in that much of a mood to dance, and so just complied for a little bit. After I was done, Sriram asked if he could dance with Shriya. There was no way to refuse without being impolite, so I conceded and Shriya accepted his offer. I was very anxious: my sexy wife in this skimpy costume dancing with this guy! But the dance was very decent, and they kept their distance as they danced the Waltz in our living room.

After some time, Sriram suggested that they speed it up a bit. Shriya agreed and went to put on some salsa. Salsa is Latin American dance, and it is inherently very sexy. Shriya was soon spinning across the room, and we were treated to her black panties as her skirt twirled. Her creamy thighs were a sight to see and they invited you to put your hands over them and feel her sexy skin. I could see slight breathlessness and a hint of blush I her as she danced.

Soon Sriram started doing moves which involved him putting his hands on her thighs and holding her from time to time. I was sure he was in heaven, enjoying the well toned legs of my wife, right in front of me. His other move involved a twirl and pulling Shriya to him, so that her soft firm boobs were crushed against his hairy chest. There were also moves where the sequence would end with him pushing against her: I am sure she felt his engorged cock on her pussy and ass.