02-04-2023, 06:01 AM
Archana is smiling but also looks nervous as everyone walks outside and sits on patio chairs by a bar near the swimming pool. She looks ravishing in her short off-shoulder tight blue dress that made me want to jump her earlier. Clearly, it has had the same effect on Steve, because he is sitting in a chair right next to her and stroking her bare shoulder and thighs subtly. She seems to shiver at his touches and smile, but keeps talking politely with the old men.
I am standing about 50 feet away and can hear most of the conversation as Jack walks behind the bar and starts mixing a cocktail.
"Wow, you have a 12 year old? I would have thought you were in college!" says the old guy named Rolf who is hispanic, short and portly. He is wearing swimming shorts and a floral shirt. I notice that every time Archana moves her legs, he keeps shifting his head to see if he can see up her dress.
"Hehehe, you're too kind." Archana smiles.
"He is right! You must work out a lot!" says the other old man dressed similarly named Yan who looks Chinese. He is tall and wiry, much like Jack. His eyes are more focused on her cleavage.
Archana just giggles and shakes her head playfully. Steve is sitting there still stroking her skin in full view of these men she has just met. She seems a little bashful but does not stop him.
Uncle Jack comes back with a bunch of glasses filled with a dark brown liquid and hands them around. Archana takes a couple of big gulps from hers nervously. I have seen how far she has evolved or devolved (based on your perspective), but she still seems to have enough self-doubt to feel nervous here clearly.
They all start talking as if this is just a normal social visit. The conversation is quite boilerplate, each of them sharing their backgrounds, their pasts, their presents etc. Turns out Jack is a big Hollywood producer and the other two men are his colleagues. There are frequent effusive bits with how "Archie looks so hot, she can be in one of our movies", which my wife shyly laughs away. She answers mundane questions about our life in India, how we like Los Angeles, and so on.
Throughout this whole thing, Steve is making minimal contributions to the conversation. He is more into stroking Archana all over and occasionally kissing her shoulder or her neck in front of the old men. The old men keep exchanging sly glances whenever he does that. They are probably wondering, as am I, what is the end game here.
I can see Archana getting more and more drunk and getting more and more affected by Steve's touch. Finally at one point mid-conversation, she suddenly says,
"Can I use your bathroom please?"
"I'll show you." Steve says. He and Jack exchange a conspiratorial smile.
He pulls her up and holds her. Archana is a little wobbly on her feet with all the drinks at the bar and now the cocktail here. But she maintains her balance as Steve walks her into the house through large french windows. The old men watch her curvy ass wobble under her short dress as she walks away.
The old men look at each other and laugh. And then lean forward and start talking in a low voice. I can only catch a few snippets.
"Lucky Steve!"
"...extra spicy tandoori tits..."
"...not really my nephew! Poker buddy who owed me a few grand..."
"...that ass...oof!"
And so on. Minutes tick by. I am wondering where she is. Soon so do the men because they start looking at the house and discussing it.
"...banging her you think?"
"Wouldn't you?"
And so on.
It is a good twenty minutes by now and I am tempted to walk around the house and see if I can spot her with her lover through some other windows. That's when the French windows open. My eyes and the three old men's eyes move there and see Steve walk out, shirtless and sweaty. He waits at the threshold looking inside and back at the old men and smiling.
Then Archana walks out, adjusting her tight little blue dress, making sure it is pulled up enough to cover her boobs and down enough to cover her butt. It has damp patches on it now. I wonder if they are from sweat or cum or both. I notice that she has her high heels in her hand, possibly because she is too drunk to keep walking in them.
I watch, fascinated and also slightly annoyed, as my wife, clearly just-fucked by a young man over a decade younger than her, now walks and joins the three men almost twice her age with a bashful smile.
"Did you have a good time inside, Archie?" Jack asks.
She blushes and looks away, as if she were some coy bride being asked about her wedding night. She is still there and smiling, so clearly, she does not care that the men know she has just been fucked inside by the young buck. But her not caring is not brazen and shameless and in-your-face. It is still coy and self-effacing, which makes it seem even sexier. She still looks hot but not like a slut, which she is. Instead she still has that vulnerable milf-next-door quality in her body language.
"Would you like another drink?" Jack asks.
"Shulll..." Archana says, then blinks and says, "Sure."
"Come, help me make it." Jack gets up from the chair and holds his hand out.
Archana looks at his hand and then looks at Steve who nods and cockily says,
"I'll get in the pool and take a few laps to wash this sweat off."
There is laughter all around. He strips his trousers off and dives into the pool in his underwear.
Old man Jack takes Archana by the hand and leads her behind the bar. Which annoys me, because it is even farther away from where I am standing and I can't hear anything said there. And it blocks a lot of what I can see too. I am wondering if that is why Jack chose to take her there. For some privacy from the others
I am standing about 50 feet away and can hear most of the conversation as Jack walks behind the bar and starts mixing a cocktail.
"Wow, you have a 12 year old? I would have thought you were in college!" says the old guy named Rolf who is hispanic, short and portly. He is wearing swimming shorts and a floral shirt. I notice that every time Archana moves her legs, he keeps shifting his head to see if he can see up her dress.
"Hehehe, you're too kind." Archana smiles.
"He is right! You must work out a lot!" says the other old man dressed similarly named Yan who looks Chinese. He is tall and wiry, much like Jack. His eyes are more focused on her cleavage.
Archana just giggles and shakes her head playfully. Steve is sitting there still stroking her skin in full view of these men she has just met. She seems a little bashful but does not stop him.
Uncle Jack comes back with a bunch of glasses filled with a dark brown liquid and hands them around. Archana takes a couple of big gulps from hers nervously. I have seen how far she has evolved or devolved (based on your perspective), but she still seems to have enough self-doubt to feel nervous here clearly.
They all start talking as if this is just a normal social visit. The conversation is quite boilerplate, each of them sharing their backgrounds, their pasts, their presents etc. Turns out Jack is a big Hollywood producer and the other two men are his colleagues. There are frequent effusive bits with how "Archie looks so hot, she can be in one of our movies", which my wife shyly laughs away. She answers mundane questions about our life in India, how we like Los Angeles, and so on.
Throughout this whole thing, Steve is making minimal contributions to the conversation. He is more into stroking Archana all over and occasionally kissing her shoulder or her neck in front of the old men. The old men keep exchanging sly glances whenever he does that. They are probably wondering, as am I, what is the end game here.
I can see Archana getting more and more drunk and getting more and more affected by Steve's touch. Finally at one point mid-conversation, she suddenly says,
"Can I use your bathroom please?"
"I'll show you." Steve says. He and Jack exchange a conspiratorial smile.
He pulls her up and holds her. Archana is a little wobbly on her feet with all the drinks at the bar and now the cocktail here. But she maintains her balance as Steve walks her into the house through large french windows. The old men watch her curvy ass wobble under her short dress as she walks away.
The old men look at each other and laugh. And then lean forward and start talking in a low voice. I can only catch a few snippets.
"Lucky Steve!"
"...extra spicy tandoori tits..."
"...not really my nephew! Poker buddy who owed me a few grand..."
"...that ass...oof!"
And so on. Minutes tick by. I am wondering where she is. Soon so do the men because they start looking at the house and discussing it.
"...banging her you think?"
"Wouldn't you?"
And so on.
It is a good twenty minutes by now and I am tempted to walk around the house and see if I can spot her with her lover through some other windows. That's when the French windows open. My eyes and the three old men's eyes move there and see Steve walk out, shirtless and sweaty. He waits at the threshold looking inside and back at the old men and smiling.
Then Archana walks out, adjusting her tight little blue dress, making sure it is pulled up enough to cover her boobs and down enough to cover her butt. It has damp patches on it now. I wonder if they are from sweat or cum or both. I notice that she has her high heels in her hand, possibly because she is too drunk to keep walking in them.
I watch, fascinated and also slightly annoyed, as my wife, clearly just-fucked by a young man over a decade younger than her, now walks and joins the three men almost twice her age with a bashful smile.
"Did you have a good time inside, Archie?" Jack asks.
She blushes and looks away, as if she were some coy bride being asked about her wedding night. She is still there and smiling, so clearly, she does not care that the men know she has just been fucked inside by the young buck. But her not caring is not brazen and shameless and in-your-face. It is still coy and self-effacing, which makes it seem even sexier. She still looks hot but not like a slut, which she is. Instead she still has that vulnerable milf-next-door quality in her body language.
"Would you like another drink?" Jack asks.
"Shulll..." Archana says, then blinks and says, "Sure."
"Come, help me make it." Jack gets up from the chair and holds his hand out.
Archana looks at his hand and then looks at Steve who nods and cockily says,
"I'll get in the pool and take a few laps to wash this sweat off."
There is laughter all around. He strips his trousers off and dives into the pool in his underwear.
Old man Jack takes Archana by the hand and leads her behind the bar. Which annoys me, because it is even farther away from where I am standing and I can't hear anything said there. And it blocks a lot of what I can see too. I am wondering if that is why Jack chose to take her there. For some privacy from the others
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