16-09-2022, 04:46 PM
The next morning, Saritha woke me up kissing on my ear.
"You wouldn't believe what I dreamed about last night!" she started. "I dreamed that there were these hands all over me, rubbing me. By the way, did we do anything last night?"
I remembered that I didn't get a chance to clean the cum off of her pussy or the bed before falling asleep.
"Uhhh..., yeah, sure we did. Don't you remember?
"Well..., I don't know. It seems almost like a dream. I must have been half asleep. It sure was nice though. Tell me, are you up to doing it again, now that I am more awake?"
My thoughts drifted back to the night before..."Hmmmmmm, what do you think?" I smiled. The next week in office, all I could think about was that night Lalith had almost fucked my wife. He and I never spoke about it, but occasionally we would exchange smiles, him flashing that grateful smile of his.
I had to admit, I had become obsessed with the thought of seeing another man fuck Saritha, but there were still those nagging feelings of uncertainty. Seeing Lalith molest Saritha as he did that night really didn't bother me, but would I be able to handle seeing another man actually fucking her?
As the weekend drew closer, I could see the look of anticipation grow in Lalith's face. I knew he was thinking, 'I wonder if he's going to ask me over again?','Am I gonna get another chance at that gorgeous wife of his?'.
Friday finally came, and it wasn't until just before quitting time that I invited Lalith over again.
He was beside himself joy!
"Oohhhh, yeah...GREAT!!!! I'll bring the beer , and a new fuck flick I got in my usual dvd shop nearby!", he said excitedly.
"Ok. Be over 10 pm," I replied.
I knew that Saritha would be getting sleepy about then, and that Lalith's presence would probably initiate her going on to bed since she really didn't enjoy his company all that much. I laughed to myself at that thought. If she really knew what Lalith was there for, not really caring for him that much, she'd probably stay up all night, at least till he left.
Then I did something that surprised even myself.
"Hey, Jeeva! What are you doing later tonight?", I heard myself asking.
Jeeva was a fairly large guy and have a ypical south indian look. He is so dark but still looks handsome. He stood around six feet and weighed in at about 100 Kg. He definitely wasn't a fat man, and had a large, muscular frame.
"Ohhh... nothing much. What do ya have in mind?" he asked.
"Well, Lalith and I are gonna get together over at my house tonight about 10 o'clock to have a couple of beers... and whatever. I think he said something about bringing over a fuck flick. Whatd'ya say?"
"all right man... but I might be a little bit later than 10. I've got to run an errand for my Dad, but it shouldn't take too long," he replied.
That's fine, see ya later on, then," I said, thinking that it might be best if he DID come in after Saritha went to bed, her being brought up in a fairly conservative southern home.
I turned to see the shock on Lalith's face. But it was a look of pleasant shock.
I smiled and winked as I walked past him to leave, "See ya later, Lalith!"
That night at dinner, I was preoccupied with the thoughts of what was in store. I bought fried rice from a chinese restaurant as my Wife like fried rice, in hopes that Saritha would be well on her way to a sound, good night's sleep before long. I also bought wine and on some occasions I will ask her to have some. Certainly i didnt miss this time to make her drink some. As I expected, it wasn't long before Saritha was giggling with the effects of the wine. An unexpected benefit, however was the wine had a stimulating effect on her.
She began running her foot along my upper thigh under the table playfuly. Later on the couch, and a couple of glasses later, she sat facing me with one foot on the floor and the other foot under her knee while we watched TV. This caused her short skirt to ride up her thighs, exposing the smooth shiny legs. She opened her legs slightly further, showing me the top of her panty clad crotch, just as the doorbell rang.
"Awwww!" she protested as I got up to answer it.
"I wonder who that could be?", I said, acting as if I didn't know it was really Lalith.
"You wouldn't believe what I dreamed about last night!" she started. "I dreamed that there were these hands all over me, rubbing me. By the way, did we do anything last night?"
I remembered that I didn't get a chance to clean the cum off of her pussy or the bed before falling asleep.
"Uhhh..., yeah, sure we did. Don't you remember?
"Well..., I don't know. It seems almost like a dream. I must have been half asleep. It sure was nice though. Tell me, are you up to doing it again, now that I am more awake?"
My thoughts drifted back to the night before..."Hmmmmmm, what do you think?" I smiled. The next week in office, all I could think about was that night Lalith had almost fucked my wife. He and I never spoke about it, but occasionally we would exchange smiles, him flashing that grateful smile of his.
I had to admit, I had become obsessed with the thought of seeing another man fuck Saritha, but there were still those nagging feelings of uncertainty. Seeing Lalith molest Saritha as he did that night really didn't bother me, but would I be able to handle seeing another man actually fucking her?
As the weekend drew closer, I could see the look of anticipation grow in Lalith's face. I knew he was thinking, 'I wonder if he's going to ask me over again?','Am I gonna get another chance at that gorgeous wife of his?'.
Friday finally came, and it wasn't until just before quitting time that I invited Lalith over again.
He was beside himself joy!
"Oohhhh, yeah...GREAT!!!! I'll bring the beer , and a new fuck flick I got in my usual dvd shop nearby!", he said excitedly.
"Ok. Be over 10 pm," I replied.
I knew that Saritha would be getting sleepy about then, and that Lalith's presence would probably initiate her going on to bed since she really didn't enjoy his company all that much. I laughed to myself at that thought. If she really knew what Lalith was there for, not really caring for him that much, she'd probably stay up all night, at least till he left.
Then I did something that surprised even myself.
"Hey, Jeeva! What are you doing later tonight?", I heard myself asking.
Jeeva was a fairly large guy and have a ypical south indian look. He is so dark but still looks handsome. He stood around six feet and weighed in at about 100 Kg. He definitely wasn't a fat man, and had a large, muscular frame.
"Ohhh... nothing much. What do ya have in mind?" he asked.
"Well, Lalith and I are gonna get together over at my house tonight about 10 o'clock to have a couple of beers... and whatever. I think he said something about bringing over a fuck flick. Whatd'ya say?"
"all right man... but I might be a little bit later than 10. I've got to run an errand for my Dad, but it shouldn't take too long," he replied.
That's fine, see ya later on, then," I said, thinking that it might be best if he DID come in after Saritha went to bed, her being brought up in a fairly conservative southern home.
I turned to see the shock on Lalith's face. But it was a look of pleasant shock.
I smiled and winked as I walked past him to leave, "See ya later, Lalith!"
That night at dinner, I was preoccupied with the thoughts of what was in store. I bought fried rice from a chinese restaurant as my Wife like fried rice, in hopes that Saritha would be well on her way to a sound, good night's sleep before long. I also bought wine and on some occasions I will ask her to have some. Certainly i didnt miss this time to make her drink some. As I expected, it wasn't long before Saritha was giggling with the effects of the wine. An unexpected benefit, however was the wine had a stimulating effect on her.
She began running her foot along my upper thigh under the table playfuly. Later on the couch, and a couple of glasses later, she sat facing me with one foot on the floor and the other foot under her knee while we watched TV. This caused her short skirt to ride up her thighs, exposing the smooth shiny legs. She opened her legs slightly further, showing me the top of her panty clad crotch, just as the doorbell rang.
"Awwww!" she protested as I got up to answer it.
"I wonder who that could be?", I said, acting as if I didn't know it was really Lalith.
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