Adultery I want to fuck your wife again!!!

[Ibrahim339]

Robert continued speaking as they walked towards us, “We thought you were resting…” We smiled and greeted each other as usual except for Shazia, who appeared shy and avoided looking towards them. I thought it may be because Mark and Robert were standing in their underwear in front of her.

Although Shazia intended to avoid attracting them by wearing a saree, looking at my wife lying on the recliner in her white saree, Mark immediately commented on Shazia, “You look like an angel lying down on the recliner in this white dress.” Shazia could not help herself from blushing. She smiled saying thank you. With the same liberty that he had on her last night, Mark stood in front of her and boldly caught her hand. He pulled her towards him saying, “please stand. Let’s admire our sexy angel….” Being pulled up to stand so forcefully, Shazia lost her balance and directly fell on Mark. He laughed as her body hit against him. He hugged her tight to support her from falling off. Seeing my wife about to fall, I also sat up on the recliner to hold her in case she fell. However, Mark had caught her strongly, and I witnessed something more than Mark catching hold of my wife.

Mark was standing just in his blue underwear and hugging my wife who was in her white saree. Both their bodies were closely attached with her face on his upper chest. I saw Mark’s hands were around my wife’s hips and rested on her bare back between the blouse and her saree.





Due to her sudden movement when standing up, the saree from her front side had flew off to the side exposing her blouse and belly area.



Mark was a little taller than my wife, and because I was sitting and they were standing in front of me, I could see clearly that the penis lump on Mark’s blue underwear was tightly pressed against my wife’s soft belly directly on her navel. “Are you okay?” Mark asked as he slowly released my wife from his tight embrace. My wife appeared to be in shock and her face was flushed. She moved a little away from him saying, “am sorry…” and adjusted her saree on her waist and adjusted her pallu again to cover her front. Mark replied saying, “I must be sorry… I did not think you are so light in weight.” Robert asked us to move from recliners to the table where we can all sit together. Shazia and I looked at each other whether to or not. Having no reason to say no, I said, “okay…” and stood up. Shazia put her feet into her high-heeled sandals and started to walk in front of us all. My eyes immediately admired my wife’s bare back.



Although covered in saree, the round shape of wife’s sexy buttocks was revealed nicely while walking. With her high heels, she had to walk on her toes with her buttocks projecting behind. I was very sure Mark and Robert were also captivated by Shazia’s sexy back and would have surely wanted to spank and squeeze my wife’s soft ass.



Shazia sat on a chair and Mark immediately went ahead and sat beside her. Robert sat opposite to Shazia and I sat beside him. While sitting, Robert asked my wife, “How are you feeling now? You were very sick this morning?” Shazia looked at him questioningly so as to how he knows she was sick. Afraid that the morning instance will get revealed, I said, “they asked me about you…” even before Robert or Mark could say anything. Shazia smiled at Robert and said, “I am feeling better, thank you for asking…”  Robert replied, “oh… it’s our wish to see you healthy and sexy always….” We laughed and Shazia could not hide herself blushing. Mark then inquired, “you guys don’t drink regularly?” I said, “no, we don’t, just occasionally like in holidays or functions.” Robert said, “ah… that is why you fell sick last night…” Mark added, “that is why you must drink daily…” and laughed. “Yes! Absolutely! But where are our drinks for today?” Robert asked laughing. Mark got up saying, “I will get it…”  We three sat talking when Mark came holding 2 beer bottles and 4 glasses. While serving the drinks, Shazia said, “no…not for me please…” Mark and Robert began to compel her, but Shazia smilingly denied it. Seeing Shazia struggling to stop being forced, I said, “she is also sick, so let her not drink as it may make it worse…” Robert replied, “okay… but don’t feel left out of this group…” Shazia humbly smiled looking at him thankfully and said, “am still here… thank you.”

We said “cheers”” and started drinking. Mark said he will swim in the pool. Robert was chatting with me. I noticed that Shazia was pretending to look around but was looking at Mark swimming in the pool. He was in his sporting himself proudly in his underwear. He came out of the pool and sat wet next to my wife. He was facing Shazia and raised both his hands above his head and started combing his hairs with his fingers. My wife smiled and turned away shyly after seeing his broad chest and arms. While we were chatting, Mark used to turn to his right to look at Shazia more closely sitting beside him. When their eyes met, Shazia gave a shy and questioning look at him and he made an expression of helplessness. He had positioned his chair slightly turned towards her and I could see him look at her exposed arms and hip areas through the saree opening from side. I also caught Shazia’s eyes stealing glances at Mark’s underwear and was often looking at his wet body. At one point, Shazia blushed and smiled asking him, “what? You’re making me feel conscious…” Robert then laughed and said, “You are forgetting that Mark and I are new to your country. We have heard of sarees but never actually seen and admired the beauty of women wearing sarees. In our country, women do not wear this. It makes a woman look very sexy.” He paused a second and continued, “…and you are already very sexy and so…” Both Robert and Mark started laughing. Shazia blushed and laughed saying, “oh… please… stop that!” I felt somewhat proud with my wife getting such compliments. Mark said, “I am trying to see how she has worn it… it is puzzling…”  “Can you stand? Let me see…”  Shazia loudly said, “no please” and laughed. Mark caught her left arm urging her to stand once and kept saying, “please stand…just once… am curious...” Shazia hesitantly stood up … “see?” she asked. “Turn around” Mark said. I saw both Robert and Mark look at my wife very closely head to toe while she kept turning around and posing. Robert asked her, “I also cannot understand how you wear it… It’s strange…” Shazia began to explain saying, “We tuck the saree around hip first and then we pull this end of saree up to shoulder and leave it loose behind.”  Robert said, “ah… what did you say? Did you say something?” in a funny way to mean that they did not understand it. Mark said, “How do you tuck it actually on your hip?” Shazia replied, “There is a skirt inside.” Mark and Robert looked at each other for a second and burst out laughing. “Skirt inside? Our women wear skirt outside.” Shazia and I also laughed with them. Robert said, “Show us please. This is interesting.” I laughed with them and said, “It’s a simple skirt meant for sarees.” Shazia looked at me laughing and saw that I did not have any objection with her interaction with them. She also must have felt they have already seen her in bikini and this is no big deal, besides they were asking for a reason. Shazia caught her pallu from her shoulder and dropped it down. She pulled off the saree completely and dropped it on the chair. She then said, “see …this is the skirt I said...” pointing to the silver satin skirt that she was wearing. The guilt and resistance that she had some time ago had disappeared from Shazia after she met them. She was actively enjoying the moments with Robert and Mark. 

Shazia was now standing in front of us in just her silver satin blouse and matching silver satin skirt (petticoat). She usually ties the saree below her navel. She stood exposing her navel and a vast portion of her belly. While Robert and Mark were looking at her and talking to themselves something in French, Shazia lifted her hands to the back of her head to untie her hair. This made her belly project and her petticoat moved even further down to almost 3 inches below her deep round navel. I could notice a few of her tiny hairs visible on the margin of her petticoat. Mark curiously asked, “Anything behind… turn…” Shazia obediently turned saying, “nothing.” She turned herself and then tilted her head back to look at us waiting for them to see her back. The look of her back made me speechless. The blouse had a big opening in her back showing off her complete deep spinal cleavage that ran down to where her ass crack begins. There were 2 dimples on either side of her spine in her lower hip. The petticoat tied low was just on the starting of her buttocks. The petticoat was a slim one and it stuck tight on her ass. It was also quite thin and transparent and her legs could be seen through it.



There were two big circular areas visible where the peak of my wife’s buttocks was and the petticoat was stretched and stuck tightly to her skin in that area. Since it was thin material, the difference in the shining made it very clear where the petticoat was stretched and where it was loose. It was revealing the rounded shape and projection of my wife’s ass.



To make it worse, Shazia place both her hands on either sides of her ass cheeks and moved it down rubbing the petticoat to remove any wrinkling. “See? Nothing else other than the skirt” she said while doing it. Mark asked, “what about your panty?” Shazia now turned towards us and stared at him in a frowning way for fun and said, “That’s inside of course…” Robert and Mark laughed while I was thinking if the margins are getting crossed.

Robert and Mark began to argue about something in French while Shazia remained standing as she was. Suddenly, Mark got up from his place and went closer to Shazia. Before Shazia could react, he stood behind her. Placing his left hand on her belly, he pulled Shazia back towards him. My wife’s expression suddenly changed and she softly said, “ah” as her back hit against his body. She closed her eyes. She probably felt the lump of his thick cock on her petticoat-covered ass. While she stood looking down in this position, Mark still had his left hand on my wife’s belly and with his right hand, he was explaining to Robert what appeared like how to wear the saree. While explaining, he put the fingers of his right hand through the waistband of her petticoat and moved his fingers across her belly with his fingers passing between my wife’s belly and the petticoat waistband in front. He was showing Robert where the saree will be tucked. Robert appeared to have some confusion and was telling him his view about it in French. Mark stood holding my wife at her belly using his left hand and waited for Robert to finish talking. At that time, Shazia noticed a part of her saree had fallen off from chair to the floor. She bent down to pick it up and place it back on the chair.  Shazia was still wearing her heels and this made her to spread her legs a little wide when bending down for proper balance. Her ass behind widened and pushed against Mark’s hips. For a second, Mark looked down at her and leaned forward as his hips were pushed behind to accommodate my wife’s ass in front of him. Since Shazia was bent down, I could now see the lump in Robert’s underwear positioned correctly between Shazia’s buttocks. I waited for Shazia to get back straight, but neither she was getting up nor Robert shut his mouth. I thought Shazia was taking a little longer bending down intentionally. While she tried picking up the saree from floor, her hips and ass moved which naturally rubbed over Mark’s crotch. When she straightened up, Robert paused his speech and said to Shazia, “Can you please wear it and show now… how will you tuck it?” Mark left her and came back to his chair to watch Shazia wear the saree. Shazia picked the saree from the chair. Finding one end of the saree, she said, “see like this...” and she started tucking the saree on her skirt turned around. When she turned around, I now saw a round wet patch on her petticoat exactly between her ass cheeks. It was the place where Robert’s wet underwear rubbed on her ass.  As she continued wearing the saree turning around, Robert said, “ah... okay… now I get it...” Mark laughed at Robert and said something in French which sounded like “I told you already…” They smiled at each other and continued talking something in French describing what Shazia was doing. Mark said, “what are you doing?” Shazia said, “These are pleats, we fold it like this and then tuck it in center below navel… here… Like this…” Saying so, she tuck the pleats below her navel after holding her breath in chest and contracting her belly for a minute. She then lifted her petticoat waistband with the saree on her waist to adjust its level. She then made the shoulder pleats and brought it around her and threw it roughly over her left shoulder. “That’s it…” She said smiling and looking at Robert and Mark. “Wow! Thank you so much! It is such a nice dress that you have…” Both Mark and Robert continued to compliment her. Shazia was back to her normal self now and showed no inhibitions relating herself with them. She then excused herself saying, “I will be back…” and went into villa.

Robert and Mark continued to chat with me and began inquiring about the dressing in India. When talking, they started to say that I was very lucky to be in India and also very lucky to have a sexy woman like Shazia as my wife. They repeatedly used the word sexy when talking about my wife. I just ignored it since they are foreigners and it is their way of commenting. Suddenly, Mark who was sitting opposite to me extended his neck up to see something behind me and he had his eyes widened. I turned to see what made him do that.



My wife returned and she was looking extremely sexy wearing a green bikini. She walked wearing her high heels. She walked like a model with a good figure.