19-01-2025, 09:50 AM
After that, we sat there listening to the radio while make passing comments on the weather until Jaskirat got out of bed and came up behind me.
"Think I'll take a shower," she whispered.
I nodded to her and I was hopeful the water heater was still functioning. Jaskirat quietly made her way to the bathroom and closed the door, and I returned my attention to the radio. It was some time later that I looked up to see Igor's eyes looking towards the bathroom, and turning I could see that the door had come open about a foot and Igor was feasting on the view of Jaskirat , illuminated through the translucent plastic shower curtain by the dim bathroom light. It was an erotic scene, and I surprised myself by looking as well for a few seconds before moving over and closing the door.
"Beautiful lady," Igor's boldly replied, when I turned back.
"Yes, very," I answered, deciding it wasn't his fault, and rationalizing that any man would have looked given the opportunity.
"She knows what she's doing," he said with a snicker.
"What the hell does that mean?" I asked, with my voice rising. But, he ignored my question and returned his attention to the radio.
A few minutes later the water stopped in the shower and we could hear Jaskirat moving around the bathroom.
"All fresh now?" Igor asked, as she stepped into the room.
"Yes, thanks," Jaskirat replied, shooting me a quick look to which I just shook my head.
"Well Abhijeet and Jaskirat we got a lot of time to kill and I'm still hung over. I'd like to try to get some more sleep and nothing new is likely to happen. Do you mind killing the light and radio?" he asked.
I had to admit he had a point, so I reached over and turned off the radio and light in the main room, while he kicked off his shoes, found a spot on the floor, and pulled the blanket over his large body. Only the dim bulb in the bathroom, through the half-closed door, provided any light. Jaskirat and I lay back on the top of the bed, and listened to Igor's heavy breathing becomes snores.
"I'm sorry this happened," I whispered, when I knew he was asleep.
"Don't be silly it's not your fault. Let's just try to get through it best we can," Jaskirat replied.
"I guess that's all we can do," I answered, disappointed by the impact of the stranger on our lovemaking.
I lay there holding Jaskirat for what seemed a very long time, thinking about what I wanted to do to her which made it impossible to sleep. I sensed Jaskirat was still awake too as her body was a bit tense and her breathing was quiet.
"Jaskirat are you up?' I whispered softly.
"Yes," she answered.
"I love you," I replied, kissing her ear and running my hand over her smooth tummy.
"I love you too honey," she replied, pushing back against me.
My hand began caressing her through her clothes and Jaskirat began to respond with soft purrs, which enticed me to reach under her shirt and play with her firm breasts - gently pinching and rolling her nipples. Jaskirat loves nipple play and her breathing became deeper while her body movements against me grew more pronounced.
My hand explored down her body and pulled free the knot holding her sweat pants up. Jaskirat 's opened her hips expecting my hand to go immediately to her slit but, instead I massaged and toyed all around which aroused her even more. I could feel the heat of her sex as I explored, and suspected she was very wet which was proved true moments later when I ran two fingers along the length of her opening.
"Ohhhhhhh...." she gasped, at the sudden contact.
""Shhhh..." you'll wake our friend I said.
"I'm sorry I can't help it," she replied, giggling and turning her head to give me a deep, wet kiss.
I continued using my fingers on her, teasing and arousing with first one inside her and then two, before I removed them and began gently massaging her clit. I wanted her hot but not satisfied because, I had decided I wanted to be inside her, and didn't want her to say no.
"Sweetheart let's make love," I stated, when I thought she was ready.
"In front of him?" she replied, with surprise.
Fortunately, her response seemed to lack any real negative conviction which emboldened me to begin pushing her sweats down. Half-way to her knees, she pulled them the rest of the way off.
I rolled over to mount her when she grabbed my arm and said, "You need a condom."
"They're in the cupboard and I don't want to get up," I said, looking at her with pleading eyes then sunk my hard cock balls deep into her on the first thrust.
"Oh yes my love," she called out, as we started a gentle rocking motion.
Our passion was so great that both of us quickly forgot that anyone was in the room, and despite the chill, within minutes the sweat on our bodies was making a wet slapping sound, as the old springs on the bed screeched in tune. The cover had fallen down to our waists, and I looked down to see Jaskirat 's breasts doing a circular dance.
I tried very hard not to cum before Jaskirat but, my balls were boiling and the more I tried not to the closer I got. The first shot was inside her before I was able to pull out and finish across her tummy and breasts. I was on my arms above her panting with drool coming out of my mouth before I collapsed back on top of her.
"God I love you," I said, between gasps.
"You feel so good when you're inside me," she answered, gently stroking my hair.
I knew she needed an orgasm so, after catching my breath, I rolled behind her and pulled her against me in a way that allowed me to use my hand between her legs. I started slow and kissed her neck trying to get her back into the zone she needed to be in to relax and release.
On her side with her left knee up, she was giving me complete access to her pussy and slowly her body began to respond. Building on that, I gave her clit light strokes, and when she began to shudder, I increased the intensity until she started racing forward excited and ready.
"Pinch my nipples," she suddenly blurted out, and my hand on her clit was replaced by hers.
I pinched and rolled her nipples as she masturbated, and in less than a minute her body stiffened, she exhaled hard, then slammed her legs closed and groaned loudly. Her body began experiencing short, random convulsions from the electrical aftershocks of her orgasm.
It had been a nice orgasm, and I held her firmly against me as her body slowly relaxed and her breathing returned to normal. But, as she quieted, another sound in the room became apparent; faintly at first, then louder and as it grew I realized it was close by. Now curious, I lifted onto one arm and looked around the room, and in the faint light from the bathroom spotted Igor on the floor with his pants around his knees masturbating furiously as he stared at Jaskirat .
Looking at Jaskirat , her eyes were transfixed on his cock, and I realized she wasn't aware that I was watching her. His cock looked to be 9" or so and fat and his balls were huge, hanging almost to the floor between his legs. The bed covers had fallen away so that Jaskirat was partly exposed to his eyes, with his view only hindered by the angle from his position several feet below. She made no effort to cover herself, and as we both watched, his cock spit out its juices across his large hairy belly as he grunted and smiled.
I looked down at Jaskirat and she was now looking at me, and as our eyes met, a look of panic crossed her face before she looked away and grabbed the blanket to cover her exposed body.
I put my arm around her and pulled her to me without speaking as I thought through things. Had he seen her orgasm? Hell, had she cum from watching him? This guy was middle aged, fat and hairy. What possible attraction could she have for him?
Igor was around 40 years age…fat…hairy and apparently had a big dick…
"Jaskirat ?" I asked, turning her to face me.
"I'm sorry," she said, before I could say anything else.
"What happened?" I said, our faces now inches from each other.
"What do you mean?" she replied, in a nervous voice.
"Was he watching us the whole time?" I asked.
"I don't know. I only saw him when you were playing with me," she answered.
"So, he saw you orgasm?" I continued.
"Maybe," she replied, after a pause.
I was about to ask some more question when I heard Igor moving. He got off the floor and went to the bathroom, and as he did, I felt Jaskirat stiffen in my arms. Again, we were treated to the sounds of him peeing through the partially open door.
Igor came out soon and after clearing his throat a little too loudly lay back down. I continued to hold Jaskirat quietly as my mind raced wondering if her guilt would bubble up but, after a few minutes when she hadn't reacted, I started to think about what had occurred, and surprisingly I was more curious than upset.
In fact, I was feeling a bit aroused thinking about it happening to my normally reserved wife.
Everyone fell asleep and it was sometime later I awoke with a start from sounds of movements in the small apartment. It took a few moments for me to remember the circumstances and surmise that the sounds were coming from Igor. A quick look at the clock informed me that it was 5:26 PM.
"Damn, I need a drink," I heard Igor mumble, and saw his large shape, illuminated by the bathroom light, moving slowly about.
Without speaking, I slid out of bed, slipped on my boxers, and flipped on the radio, while adjusting the volume to not wake Jaskirat . After a few minutes of storm information, the announcer informing us that there was at least another 24 hours of snow to which we both groaned.
"Shit, going to be stuck here forever," he said.
"Can't you just go back to sleep," I asked.
"Been sleeping. Now I'm damn bored," he replied lighting his cigarette and I followed his gaze to see that Jaskirat was now awake.
"You got any booze in here?" he followed, still looking at Jaskirat .
"It's in the cupboard to the right of the sink," Jaskirat answered, before I could reply. She seemed to show no shame from being seen by Igor or seeing him which surprised me.
I went and started the exhaust fan to get rid of the smoke…we had it made specially as Jaskirat smoked too…actually she was a chain smoker…was trying to quit but couldn’t.
Igor opened the cupboard and fumbled with several bottles, selecting more by feel than by sight, until he withdrew a quart of Jack Daniels with about with about half left that I had planned to throw away. He found a small glass next to the sink, rinsed it, and poured a healthy amount. The alcohol had a calming effect on him, and we watched him sit down against the wall and sip his drink while taking a fag…
The radio crackled with repetitive information interspersed with stories on unique human interest situations being caused by the storm. The news was on a 10-15 minute cycle and we sat through four rounds and two refills of Igor's glass before I got up and turned it off.
"Am I going to have to drink and smoke alone?" Igor demanded, more than asked.
I was about to answer that we were not in the mood to drink when Jaskirat stated, "Honey, why don't you open a bottle of wine? I could have a smoke too."
"That's the spirit," Igor exclaimed, "It will make the time go faster."
"When do you think we can get out?" Jaskirat asked.
"Probably be a while. Whole city is going to be a mess," Igor replied, before I could.
"I never realized how irritating doing nothing could be ," she replied lighting her cigarette
"Well a drink will help pass the time. If nothing else, will help you sleep later," he told her as I moved to the counter.
With trepidation but, without speaking, I found the corkscrew and a bottle of Malbec we had purchased. I opened it and poured two glasses assuming Igor would stick with his whiskey. Jaskirat accepted her glass and sipped from it slowly while sitting on the bed and a burning cigaretre in her other hand with her back against the wall. She had slipped back into her sweats and t-shirt, and you could just barely make out the points from her nipples through the fabric.
At first, everyone was mostly quiet, sipping their drinks in silence and smoking, but Igor began talking and occasionally asking questions, and before I realized it Jaskirat and he were in a conversation.
It started out as one word questions mostly initiated by Igor but progressed to more involved discussions. Jaskirat , always the friendly type, was asking questions about his life and family still showing no apparent shame from being watched by Igor. Igor would respond then ask her similar questions which she readily answered. For my part, I was quietly stewing, wishing this storm would end so we could rid ourselves of this loser and be on our way.
After she finished her glass, Jaskirat excused herself to the bathroom and was gone for almost twenty minutes. The conversation died for a while until Igor decided to bring up the earlier event.
"Very beautiful woman," he suddenly stated blowing smoke towards me
"Yes," I answered, knowing he had some agenda.
"A good climax I have to say," he said.
"Shut up asshole," I demanded.
"You know that was for me, right? She was looking at my cock when she let go," he said, not heeding my statement.
"Bullshit old man. Now shut up before I throw you out," I replied, angrily.
"Hell, your one of those dumbasses that thinks all women are saints!" he said, beginning to laugh throwing the butt away and lighting a new one
"I know my wife," I replied sternly, trying to shut him up because I was unsure about how she had behaved.
"You're such a young shit you can't understand it. It's going to fuck with your head though. Missing a big chance boy," he replied, with an air of wisdom and confidence incongruent with his circumstances.
"What chance," I blurted out before thinking, stepping into his game.
"See what's really in her head. What turns her on. Most men married to a woman their whole lives never know it," he answered.
"And you think some old fat bastard like you can get that to happen?" I replied, intending my words to be insulting.
"Already did once wouldn't you say," he shot back…married women get bored after a while and need a change once in a while weather they or you accept it or not
I stopped responding, singed by his words, and a few minutes later Jaskirat came out looking refreshed, and announced how much better she felt after cleaning up and brushing her teeth. She sat back on the bed with her back against the wall supported by several pillows, still in her sweat pants but now sporting a new t-shirt.
Igor, acting the gentleman, poured her a fresh glass of wine and lit a cigarette for her.
After a trip to the bathroom myself, I returned to the room surprised to see that Igor had boldly seated himself on the bed near Jaskirat 's feet. Jaskirat didn't seem to be concerned, and they continued their conversation as I sat in the chair at my desk. Jaskirat and I were sipping our drinks slowly but Igor was hitting the whiskey hard.
"The lady needs another glass," Igor announced, slurring his words some when Jaskirat finished her second glass.
Jaskirat looked at me with a silly grin and held her glass, and I dutifully took it and poured another drink. Igor refilled his glass then beat me back to the bed, and got back into his spot again, relegating me to the desk chair. They picked up the conversation, which was now flowing freely and Jaskirat , pressing him on personal details, was able to get him to explain that he was a businessman, had been married twice and had four kids. He went on to say how he had started out with some buddies at a bar the previous night, and when it closed he couldn't get his car started. He stumbled down the street trying to find a cab and somehow ended up here.
"You like to play cards? Let's play some cards. Abhijeet you got any?" Igor suddenly blurted out. I had two decks in the desk drawer but I didn't respond unsure of his intentions.
"There are some in drawer," Jaskirat said, pointing to the desk as I tried to get her attention.
"We'll play hearts to pass the time. Abhijeet grab them," he demanded.
I paused for a moment then opened the drawer and took out a deck. We played for about an hour with them talking and me mostly silent, lost in my thoughts, and wondering how she could be so carefree with a stranger who had seen her orgasm only a short time before. I always knew Jaskirat was a wild cat but she was faithful to me.
Without warning, we were dropped into pitch darkness.
"Shit. Power's out," I said, stating the obvious.
"Could be out for a long time," Igor offered, "Hope we don't lose the heat."
He was right about the heat. It was probably 55 to 60 degrees in the apartment, and without the heat there was no telling how low it might plummet. I felt around until I located the flashlight then lit a candle in the bathroom and two on the counter in the main room which provided just enough light to play then, returned to the game.
"We need a bet," Igor announced, as I sat down.
"What bet?" Jaskirat asked, now experiencing a buzz from the wine.
"Whoever ends up with the queen of spades has to take a shot," he decided, after a pause.
Igor got up and went to the cabinet with the liquor and returned with a full bottle of tequila.
"No, that's not a good idea," I said.
"Don't be a party pooper," Igor said in his rough English, "Besides, what else do we got to do?"
"Jaskirat has had enough already," I told him.
"Honey, I'm fine. Besides I don't plan on going anywhere," Jaskirat replied as Igor smiled at me. Jaskirat was very competitive and it was not out of character for her to take on a challenge. Yet, she was not used to being around men like Igor, and I was concerned.
I just shook my head as Igor picked up the cards to deal. Fortunately, for the next three hands, Igor ended with the queen and each time took a swig from the bottle. The next time it was me and then on the fifth hand Jaskirat had to take a shot for the first time. Igor handed her the bottle and she tipped it quickly, and with a grimace, she forced the liquor down as her body shuddered from its effect
After that, it seemed we all were equal losers. The game continued but as we drank it was hard to maintain any focus on the cards. For a while, Igor kept us distracted from our drunkenness with his non-stop chatter but, finally we reached a point that we were so smashed it no longer worked. Surprisingly, Jaskirat was in the best shape and tried to pick up the slack but, it didn't last long before she faded and we all grew quiet.
Igor was still sitting on the end of the bed but was slowly falling over onto his side, and I was in the desk chair trying to fight the alcohol but losing. Jaskirat after a while either grew tired or gave up and leaned her head back and closed her eyes.
I wasn't how sure long I had been out when I woke from my alcohol stupor with drool falling from my mouth and my back and shoulders sore from my position. Jaskirat had slid down so she was sleeping comfortably in the bed and Igor was still half-on and half-off the bed, and was now fitfully snoring. Standing up slowly, I checked my watch to see it was 2:20 AM.
Grabbing Igor by the shoulder, I pulled him off the bed and onto the floor. Thankfully, he was too far gone to fight my efforts, and I was able to get him settled, kill the candles, except the one in the bathroom then slide in next to Jaskirat . So far, the heat had somehow stayed on and the room was still at the same temperature, chilly but tolerable.
Pulling her close to me without waking her I snuggled into her neck then, unable to help myself, ran my hands over her breasts through her sweatshirt.
"Mmmmm," she purred, pushing her butt against me.
"Thought you were asleep?" I whispered.
"I was," she whispered back.
Reaching beneath the shirt, I started rolling her small nipples through my finger tips and kissed her ear, expecting her to tell me to leave her alone so she could sleep. Instead, I felt her butt move against me in an attempt to make contact and arouse my cock. God how I loved her sensitive breasts.
Jaskirat loves to have her neck kissed so when I started on her with small gentle ones she turned her head to give me better access. After a minute or so, she tried to turn in my arms to kiss me on the lips but, I held her firm not wanting to give up my position that allowed my right hand to roam her body.
"Be still sweetie, let me play," I said to her.
Her reply was a sensual moan and I spent the next five minutes exploring her body, caressing her breasts and tummy, and pushing the sweat pant down low in the front. I could tell Jaskirat was getting excited from her purrs and the movement of her body, and I thought maybe I would play with her pussy until she climaxed, and if I was lucky she might reciprocate.
Working my hand down, I found, as expected, a well lubricated opening. I took her leg and pulled it over mine spreading her open and then began a slow but determined toying and teasing. Jaskirat has never been a real vocal lover so it caught me off guard when her moaning started getting loud.
"Sweetie, you might wake him up. If you don't quiet down I'm going to stop," I threatened.
"Don't stop. He won't wake," she panted and as if on cue, Igor let loose with a big snore.
Under the blanket, Jaskirat 's bottoms and thong had been worked down almost to her knees, and she was now so wet I could hear the smacking sounds of her juices, as I worked her with my fingers.
"I need to feel you." she exclaimed breaking my hold and turning to work my pants down.
"Damn woman, that wine made you horny," I giggled.
"The tequila," she replied, now acting a bit frantic with her efforts.
Soon, she had my pants down to my knees, and her head disappeared under the blanket. Jaskirat has a natural gift when it comes to oral sex, as she has nice full lips and knows how to make it nice and juicy. When her mouth found my cock, I had to stifle my own gasp caused by the incredible feeling.
She was hunched low on her knees, with her pussy close enough to me that I could still play with it, and my tickling and teasing must have had an effect because it was only a few minutes later she turned back.
"I need you in me," she said, and in the faint candle light emanating from the bathroom, I could see a hunger in her eyes.
"He might wake up," I said, sincerely concerned about our confined situation.
"He won't wake up. He's plastered. Listen to him," she answered, as her hand stroked me. In reality, I was damn horny too, and didn't need a lot of convincing.
"Okay but be quiet," I said, half scolding.
"Okay, okay," she replied
"Think I'll take a shower," she whispered.
I nodded to her and I was hopeful the water heater was still functioning. Jaskirat quietly made her way to the bathroom and closed the door, and I returned my attention to the radio. It was some time later that I looked up to see Igor's eyes looking towards the bathroom, and turning I could see that the door had come open about a foot and Igor was feasting on the view of Jaskirat , illuminated through the translucent plastic shower curtain by the dim bathroom light. It was an erotic scene, and I surprised myself by looking as well for a few seconds before moving over and closing the door.
"Beautiful lady," Igor's boldly replied, when I turned back.
"Yes, very," I answered, deciding it wasn't his fault, and rationalizing that any man would have looked given the opportunity.
"She knows what she's doing," he said with a snicker.
"What the hell does that mean?" I asked, with my voice rising. But, he ignored my question and returned his attention to the radio.
A few minutes later the water stopped in the shower and we could hear Jaskirat moving around the bathroom.
"All fresh now?" Igor asked, as she stepped into the room.
"Yes, thanks," Jaskirat replied, shooting me a quick look to which I just shook my head.
"Well Abhijeet and Jaskirat we got a lot of time to kill and I'm still hung over. I'd like to try to get some more sleep and nothing new is likely to happen. Do you mind killing the light and radio?" he asked.
I had to admit he had a point, so I reached over and turned off the radio and light in the main room, while he kicked off his shoes, found a spot on the floor, and pulled the blanket over his large body. Only the dim bulb in the bathroom, through the half-closed door, provided any light. Jaskirat and I lay back on the top of the bed, and listened to Igor's heavy breathing becomes snores.
"I'm sorry this happened," I whispered, when I knew he was asleep.
"Don't be silly it's not your fault. Let's just try to get through it best we can," Jaskirat replied.
"I guess that's all we can do," I answered, disappointed by the impact of the stranger on our lovemaking.
I lay there holding Jaskirat for what seemed a very long time, thinking about what I wanted to do to her which made it impossible to sleep. I sensed Jaskirat was still awake too as her body was a bit tense and her breathing was quiet.
"Jaskirat are you up?' I whispered softly.
"Yes," she answered.
"I love you," I replied, kissing her ear and running my hand over her smooth tummy.
"I love you too honey," she replied, pushing back against me.
My hand began caressing her through her clothes and Jaskirat began to respond with soft purrs, which enticed me to reach under her shirt and play with her firm breasts - gently pinching and rolling her nipples. Jaskirat loves nipple play and her breathing became deeper while her body movements against me grew more pronounced.
My hand explored down her body and pulled free the knot holding her sweat pants up. Jaskirat 's opened her hips expecting my hand to go immediately to her slit but, instead I massaged and toyed all around which aroused her even more. I could feel the heat of her sex as I explored, and suspected she was very wet which was proved true moments later when I ran two fingers along the length of her opening.
"Ohhhhhhh...." she gasped, at the sudden contact.
""Shhhh..." you'll wake our friend I said.
"I'm sorry I can't help it," she replied, giggling and turning her head to give me a deep, wet kiss.
I continued using my fingers on her, teasing and arousing with first one inside her and then two, before I removed them and began gently massaging her clit. I wanted her hot but not satisfied because, I had decided I wanted to be inside her, and didn't want her to say no.
"Sweetheart let's make love," I stated, when I thought she was ready.
"In front of him?" she replied, with surprise.
Fortunately, her response seemed to lack any real negative conviction which emboldened me to begin pushing her sweats down. Half-way to her knees, she pulled them the rest of the way off.
I rolled over to mount her when she grabbed my arm and said, "You need a condom."
"They're in the cupboard and I don't want to get up," I said, looking at her with pleading eyes then sunk my hard cock balls deep into her on the first thrust.
"Oh yes my love," she called out, as we started a gentle rocking motion.
Our passion was so great that both of us quickly forgot that anyone was in the room, and despite the chill, within minutes the sweat on our bodies was making a wet slapping sound, as the old springs on the bed screeched in tune. The cover had fallen down to our waists, and I looked down to see Jaskirat 's breasts doing a circular dance.
I tried very hard not to cum before Jaskirat but, my balls were boiling and the more I tried not to the closer I got. The first shot was inside her before I was able to pull out and finish across her tummy and breasts. I was on my arms above her panting with drool coming out of my mouth before I collapsed back on top of her.
"God I love you," I said, between gasps.
"You feel so good when you're inside me," she answered, gently stroking my hair.
I knew she needed an orgasm so, after catching my breath, I rolled behind her and pulled her against me in a way that allowed me to use my hand between her legs. I started slow and kissed her neck trying to get her back into the zone she needed to be in to relax and release.
On her side with her left knee up, she was giving me complete access to her pussy and slowly her body began to respond. Building on that, I gave her clit light strokes, and when she began to shudder, I increased the intensity until she started racing forward excited and ready.
"Pinch my nipples," she suddenly blurted out, and my hand on her clit was replaced by hers.
I pinched and rolled her nipples as she masturbated, and in less than a minute her body stiffened, she exhaled hard, then slammed her legs closed and groaned loudly. Her body began experiencing short, random convulsions from the electrical aftershocks of her orgasm.
It had been a nice orgasm, and I held her firmly against me as her body slowly relaxed and her breathing returned to normal. But, as she quieted, another sound in the room became apparent; faintly at first, then louder and as it grew I realized it was close by. Now curious, I lifted onto one arm and looked around the room, and in the faint light from the bathroom spotted Igor on the floor with his pants around his knees masturbating furiously as he stared at Jaskirat .
Looking at Jaskirat , her eyes were transfixed on his cock, and I realized she wasn't aware that I was watching her. His cock looked to be 9" or so and fat and his balls were huge, hanging almost to the floor between his legs. The bed covers had fallen away so that Jaskirat was partly exposed to his eyes, with his view only hindered by the angle from his position several feet below. She made no effort to cover herself, and as we both watched, his cock spit out its juices across his large hairy belly as he grunted and smiled.
I looked down at Jaskirat and she was now looking at me, and as our eyes met, a look of panic crossed her face before she looked away and grabbed the blanket to cover her exposed body.
I put my arm around her and pulled her to me without speaking as I thought through things. Had he seen her orgasm? Hell, had she cum from watching him? This guy was middle aged, fat and hairy. What possible attraction could she have for him?
Igor was around 40 years age…fat…hairy and apparently had a big dick…
"Jaskirat ?" I asked, turning her to face me.
"I'm sorry," she said, before I could say anything else.
"What happened?" I said, our faces now inches from each other.
"What do you mean?" she replied, in a nervous voice.
"Was he watching us the whole time?" I asked.
"I don't know. I only saw him when you were playing with me," she answered.
"So, he saw you orgasm?" I continued.
"Maybe," she replied, after a pause.
I was about to ask some more question when I heard Igor moving. He got off the floor and went to the bathroom, and as he did, I felt Jaskirat stiffen in my arms. Again, we were treated to the sounds of him peeing through the partially open door.
Igor came out soon and after clearing his throat a little too loudly lay back down. I continued to hold Jaskirat quietly as my mind raced wondering if her guilt would bubble up but, after a few minutes when she hadn't reacted, I started to think about what had occurred, and surprisingly I was more curious than upset.
In fact, I was feeling a bit aroused thinking about it happening to my normally reserved wife.
Everyone fell asleep and it was sometime later I awoke with a start from sounds of movements in the small apartment. It took a few moments for me to remember the circumstances and surmise that the sounds were coming from Igor. A quick look at the clock informed me that it was 5:26 PM.
"Damn, I need a drink," I heard Igor mumble, and saw his large shape, illuminated by the bathroom light, moving slowly about.
Without speaking, I slid out of bed, slipped on my boxers, and flipped on the radio, while adjusting the volume to not wake Jaskirat . After a few minutes of storm information, the announcer informing us that there was at least another 24 hours of snow to which we both groaned.
"Shit, going to be stuck here forever," he said.
"Can't you just go back to sleep," I asked.
"Been sleeping. Now I'm damn bored," he replied lighting his cigarette and I followed his gaze to see that Jaskirat was now awake.
"You got any booze in here?" he followed, still looking at Jaskirat .
"It's in the cupboard to the right of the sink," Jaskirat answered, before I could reply. She seemed to show no shame from being seen by Igor or seeing him which surprised me.
I went and started the exhaust fan to get rid of the smoke…we had it made specially as Jaskirat smoked too…actually she was a chain smoker…was trying to quit but couldn’t.
Igor opened the cupboard and fumbled with several bottles, selecting more by feel than by sight, until he withdrew a quart of Jack Daniels with about with about half left that I had planned to throw away. He found a small glass next to the sink, rinsed it, and poured a healthy amount. The alcohol had a calming effect on him, and we watched him sit down against the wall and sip his drink while taking a fag…
The radio crackled with repetitive information interspersed with stories on unique human interest situations being caused by the storm. The news was on a 10-15 minute cycle and we sat through four rounds and two refills of Igor's glass before I got up and turned it off.
"Am I going to have to drink and smoke alone?" Igor demanded, more than asked.
I was about to answer that we were not in the mood to drink when Jaskirat stated, "Honey, why don't you open a bottle of wine? I could have a smoke too."
"That's the spirit," Igor exclaimed, "It will make the time go faster."
"When do you think we can get out?" Jaskirat asked.
"Probably be a while. Whole city is going to be a mess," Igor replied, before I could.
"I never realized how irritating doing nothing could be ," she replied lighting her cigarette
"Well a drink will help pass the time. If nothing else, will help you sleep later," he told her as I moved to the counter.
With trepidation but, without speaking, I found the corkscrew and a bottle of Malbec we had purchased. I opened it and poured two glasses assuming Igor would stick with his whiskey. Jaskirat accepted her glass and sipped from it slowly while sitting on the bed and a burning cigaretre in her other hand with her back against the wall. She had slipped back into her sweats and t-shirt, and you could just barely make out the points from her nipples through the fabric.
At first, everyone was mostly quiet, sipping their drinks in silence and smoking, but Igor began talking and occasionally asking questions, and before I realized it Jaskirat and he were in a conversation.
It started out as one word questions mostly initiated by Igor but progressed to more involved discussions. Jaskirat , always the friendly type, was asking questions about his life and family still showing no apparent shame from being watched by Igor. Igor would respond then ask her similar questions which she readily answered. For my part, I was quietly stewing, wishing this storm would end so we could rid ourselves of this loser and be on our way.
After she finished her glass, Jaskirat excused herself to the bathroom and was gone for almost twenty minutes. The conversation died for a while until Igor decided to bring up the earlier event.
"Very beautiful woman," he suddenly stated blowing smoke towards me
"Yes," I answered, knowing he had some agenda.
"A good climax I have to say," he said.
"Shut up asshole," I demanded.
"You know that was for me, right? She was looking at my cock when she let go," he said, not heeding my statement.
"Bullshit old man. Now shut up before I throw you out," I replied, angrily.
"Hell, your one of those dumbasses that thinks all women are saints!" he said, beginning to laugh throwing the butt away and lighting a new one
"I know my wife," I replied sternly, trying to shut him up because I was unsure about how she had behaved.
"You're such a young shit you can't understand it. It's going to fuck with your head though. Missing a big chance boy," he replied, with an air of wisdom and confidence incongruent with his circumstances.
"What chance," I blurted out before thinking, stepping into his game.
"See what's really in her head. What turns her on. Most men married to a woman their whole lives never know it," he answered.
"And you think some old fat bastard like you can get that to happen?" I replied, intending my words to be insulting.
"Already did once wouldn't you say," he shot back…married women get bored after a while and need a change once in a while weather they or you accept it or not
I stopped responding, singed by his words, and a few minutes later Jaskirat came out looking refreshed, and announced how much better she felt after cleaning up and brushing her teeth. She sat back on the bed with her back against the wall supported by several pillows, still in her sweat pants but now sporting a new t-shirt.
Igor, acting the gentleman, poured her a fresh glass of wine and lit a cigarette for her.
After a trip to the bathroom myself, I returned to the room surprised to see that Igor had boldly seated himself on the bed near Jaskirat 's feet. Jaskirat didn't seem to be concerned, and they continued their conversation as I sat in the chair at my desk. Jaskirat and I were sipping our drinks slowly but Igor was hitting the whiskey hard.
"The lady needs another glass," Igor announced, slurring his words some when Jaskirat finished her second glass.
Jaskirat looked at me with a silly grin and held her glass, and I dutifully took it and poured another drink. Igor refilled his glass then beat me back to the bed, and got back into his spot again, relegating me to the desk chair. They picked up the conversation, which was now flowing freely and Jaskirat , pressing him on personal details, was able to get him to explain that he was a businessman, had been married twice and had four kids. He went on to say how he had started out with some buddies at a bar the previous night, and when it closed he couldn't get his car started. He stumbled down the street trying to find a cab and somehow ended up here.
"You like to play cards? Let's play some cards. Abhijeet you got any?" Igor suddenly blurted out. I had two decks in the desk drawer but I didn't respond unsure of his intentions.
"There are some in drawer," Jaskirat said, pointing to the desk as I tried to get her attention.
"We'll play hearts to pass the time. Abhijeet grab them," he demanded.
I paused for a moment then opened the drawer and took out a deck. We played for about an hour with them talking and me mostly silent, lost in my thoughts, and wondering how she could be so carefree with a stranger who had seen her orgasm only a short time before. I always knew Jaskirat was a wild cat but she was faithful to me.
Without warning, we were dropped into pitch darkness.
"Shit. Power's out," I said, stating the obvious.
"Could be out for a long time," Igor offered, "Hope we don't lose the heat."
He was right about the heat. It was probably 55 to 60 degrees in the apartment, and without the heat there was no telling how low it might plummet. I felt around until I located the flashlight then lit a candle in the bathroom and two on the counter in the main room which provided just enough light to play then, returned to the game.
"We need a bet," Igor announced, as I sat down.
"What bet?" Jaskirat asked, now experiencing a buzz from the wine.
"Whoever ends up with the queen of spades has to take a shot," he decided, after a pause.
Igor got up and went to the cabinet with the liquor and returned with a full bottle of tequila.
"No, that's not a good idea," I said.
"Don't be a party pooper," Igor said in his rough English, "Besides, what else do we got to do?"
"Jaskirat has had enough already," I told him.
"Honey, I'm fine. Besides I don't plan on going anywhere," Jaskirat replied as Igor smiled at me. Jaskirat was very competitive and it was not out of character for her to take on a challenge. Yet, she was not used to being around men like Igor, and I was concerned.
I just shook my head as Igor picked up the cards to deal. Fortunately, for the next three hands, Igor ended with the queen and each time took a swig from the bottle. The next time it was me and then on the fifth hand Jaskirat had to take a shot for the first time. Igor handed her the bottle and she tipped it quickly, and with a grimace, she forced the liquor down as her body shuddered from its effect
After that, it seemed we all were equal losers. The game continued but as we drank it was hard to maintain any focus on the cards. For a while, Igor kept us distracted from our drunkenness with his non-stop chatter but, finally we reached a point that we were so smashed it no longer worked. Surprisingly, Jaskirat was in the best shape and tried to pick up the slack but, it didn't last long before she faded and we all grew quiet.
Igor was still sitting on the end of the bed but was slowly falling over onto his side, and I was in the desk chair trying to fight the alcohol but losing. Jaskirat after a while either grew tired or gave up and leaned her head back and closed her eyes.
I wasn't how sure long I had been out when I woke from my alcohol stupor with drool falling from my mouth and my back and shoulders sore from my position. Jaskirat had slid down so she was sleeping comfortably in the bed and Igor was still half-on and half-off the bed, and was now fitfully snoring. Standing up slowly, I checked my watch to see it was 2:20 AM.
Grabbing Igor by the shoulder, I pulled him off the bed and onto the floor. Thankfully, he was too far gone to fight my efforts, and I was able to get him settled, kill the candles, except the one in the bathroom then slide in next to Jaskirat . So far, the heat had somehow stayed on and the room was still at the same temperature, chilly but tolerable.
Pulling her close to me without waking her I snuggled into her neck then, unable to help myself, ran my hands over her breasts through her sweatshirt.
"Mmmmm," she purred, pushing her butt against me.
"Thought you were asleep?" I whispered.
"I was," she whispered back.
Reaching beneath the shirt, I started rolling her small nipples through my finger tips and kissed her ear, expecting her to tell me to leave her alone so she could sleep. Instead, I felt her butt move against me in an attempt to make contact and arouse my cock. God how I loved her sensitive breasts.
Jaskirat loves to have her neck kissed so when I started on her with small gentle ones she turned her head to give me better access. After a minute or so, she tried to turn in my arms to kiss me on the lips but, I held her firm not wanting to give up my position that allowed my right hand to roam her body.
"Be still sweetie, let me play," I said to her.
Her reply was a sensual moan and I spent the next five minutes exploring her body, caressing her breasts and tummy, and pushing the sweat pant down low in the front. I could tell Jaskirat was getting excited from her purrs and the movement of her body, and I thought maybe I would play with her pussy until she climaxed, and if I was lucky she might reciprocate.
Working my hand down, I found, as expected, a well lubricated opening. I took her leg and pulled it over mine spreading her open and then began a slow but determined toying and teasing. Jaskirat has never been a real vocal lover so it caught me off guard when her moaning started getting loud.
"Sweetie, you might wake him up. If you don't quiet down I'm going to stop," I threatened.
"Don't stop. He won't wake," she panted and as if on cue, Igor let loose with a big snore.
Under the blanket, Jaskirat 's bottoms and thong had been worked down almost to her knees, and she was now so wet I could hear the smacking sounds of her juices, as I worked her with my fingers.
"I need to feel you." she exclaimed breaking my hold and turning to work my pants down.
"Damn woman, that wine made you horny," I giggled.
"The tequila," she replied, now acting a bit frantic with her efforts.
Soon, she had my pants down to my knees, and her head disappeared under the blanket. Jaskirat has a natural gift when it comes to oral sex, as she has nice full lips and knows how to make it nice and juicy. When her mouth found my cock, I had to stifle my own gasp caused by the incredible feeling.
She was hunched low on her knees, with her pussy close enough to me that I could still play with it, and my tickling and teasing must have had an effect because it was only a few minutes later she turned back.
"I need you in me," she said, and in the faint candle light emanating from the bathroom, I could see a hunger in her eyes.
"He might wake up," I said, sincerely concerned about our confined situation.
"He won't wake up. He's plastered. Listen to him," she answered, as her hand stroked me. In reality, I was damn horny too, and didn't need a lot of convincing.
"Okay but be quiet," I said, half scolding.
"Okay, okay," she replied
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