04-12-2025, 11:15 AM
Part 4
The party swirled around us, but Chitra's focus kept drifting back to Ash. I caught her glancing his way more than once, her eyes lingering on his broad shoulders, the way his sherwani hugged his muscular chest. He stood across the room, chatting with a group of executives, but his gaze flicked to her every few seconds—intense, appreciative, stripping away layers with just a look. She shifted beside me, her hand warm on my arm, but I could feel the tension in her body, the subtle flush creeping up her neck. She knew he was admiring her, the red lehenga clinging to her curves, her tits rising with each breath in that tight blouse. It stirred something in her; her lips parted slightly, but she said nothing, staying composed as always.
She wasn't happy with just the looks, though. I saw it in the way her foot tapped lightly, how she scanned the crowd, almost expectant. The air between us three hummed with unspoken want, and I couldn't take it anymore. Jealousy twisted in my gut, mixing with that dark thrill, pushing me to act.
Me: I'm going to grab us some drinks. Stay here, okay? Mingle a bit.
She nodded, a small smile hiding her nerves, her long hair swaying as she turned slightly.
I wove through the crowd toward the bar, but my path curved subtly toward Ash. As I passed him, I met his eyes, nodding almost imperceptibly—a signal, clear as day. *Go to her. Now.* His smirk deepened, those dark eyes gleaming with understanding. He excused himself from his group and started across the room, his tall frame cutting through the guests like he owned the place. My heart pounded as I ordered the drinks, watching from the corner of my eye.
Ash approached her slowly, his presence commanding even from a distance. Chitra straightened, her cheeks already pinkening as he stopped in front of her. Up close, he towered over her slight plumpness, his Kerala accent rolling low and smooth when he spoke.
Ash: Chitra, you look breathtaking tonight. That red lehenga... it suits you perfectly. Hari's a lucky man.
His voice was deep, laced with authority, like he was stating a fact she couldn't deny. He held her gaze, his eyes dipping briefly to the swell of her tits before returning to her face.
Her breath caught—I saw it from afar, the way her chest rose sharply. Color flooded her fair skin, flushing her cheeks a deep rose, but she held his stare, composed on the surface. Inside, though, ecstasy lit her eyes; she knew he fancied her, the praise wrapping around her like a caress.
Chitra: Thank you, Mr. Menon. That's kind of you to say.
She replied softly, her voice steady but with a hint of warmth, her fingers twisting the edge of her pallu.
The air between them crackled, his desire palpable, but he didn't push further—just a lingering smile, a nod, before excusing himself to greet others.
No more advances came that night. Ash kept his distance after that, mingling but always aware of her, his glances like touches across the room. Chitra stayed by my side when I returned with the drinks, her hand slipping into mine, but the tension simmered under her skin. She sipped her wine, laughing at my small talk, but her mind was elsewhere—on him, on the way his words had made her body hum. We danced once, her curves pressing against me, her ass soft against my hips, but even then, I felt the distance, the pull toward the alpha who'd praised her so directly.
As the party wound down, we said our goodbyes. Ash caught my eye one last time, his nod a promise of more to come.
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Chitra leaned on me in the car, the city's neon lights streaking past, her lehenga rustling with each shift.
Chitra: It was a nice evening...
but her voice held a new edge, curious and alive. I gripped the wheel tighter, arousal and insecurity warring inside me.
Back home, we kicked off our shoes in the dim living room, the silk of her outfit whispering as she unwound. She looked radiant still, her tits straining against the blouse as she stretched. I couldn't hold it in.
Me: So, who impressed you the most tonight? Anyone stand out?
My tone was casual, but my pulse raced, dreading and craving her answer.
Chitra paused, slipping out of the lehenga's skirt, standing in her petticoat and blouse. She glanced away, a shy smile tugging her lips, not intrigued—just honest, traditional as ever. 'I suppose... Ash. He was charming.' Her words were soft, without eagerness, like admitting a simple truth. She didn't elaborate, heading to the bedroom to change, leaving me staring after her, cock twitching at the admission.
My phone buzzed as we settled into bed, Chitra curling against me in her nightie, her soft body warm. It was Ash.
Ash: Your wife couldn't keep her eyes off me. Flushed like a collegegirl when I complimented her. Bet her pussy got wet thinking about it. You're pathetic, Hari—pushing her toward a real man while you stand there like a cuck.
The words hit hard, stirring shame and heat. I glanced at Chitra, asleep now, her breathing even. My jealousy surged.
The next morning, over breakfast, I tested it. 'Ash can be such a sleaze sometimes. Did you see how he eyes women at these things? Thinks he can have anyone.' I kept my voice light, but inside, I hoped she'd pull away.
Chitra buttered her toast, her wavy hair tousled from sleep, tits shifting under her cotton blouse. She raised an eyebrow, a knowing look in her eyes.
Chitra: Are you jealous? He was just polite.
She didn't believe me, her tone teasing, suspecting my insecurity. It stung—her defense of him, however mild, deepened the crack in my control. She leaned over, kissing my cheek.
Chitra: Don't worry. You're my husband.
But as she said it, her mind wandered, I could tell, back to his commanding voice, his praise.
That afternoon, Ash texted again...
Ash: Tell me more about her reaction. Did she mention me?
I did, obediently.
Me: She said you were charming. But I badmouthed you, tried to make you the bad guy.
Ash: Fool. She's already hooked. Keep sending pics—her in that nightie, tits out.
The domination crept in, pulling me deeper, my submission growing as Chitra hummed in the kitchen, oblivious to the web tightening around us.
The party swirled around us, but Chitra's focus kept drifting back to Ash. I caught her glancing his way more than once, her eyes lingering on his broad shoulders, the way his sherwani hugged his muscular chest. He stood across the room, chatting with a group of executives, but his gaze flicked to her every few seconds—intense, appreciative, stripping away layers with just a look. She shifted beside me, her hand warm on my arm, but I could feel the tension in her body, the subtle flush creeping up her neck. She knew he was admiring her, the red lehenga clinging to her curves, her tits rising with each breath in that tight blouse. It stirred something in her; her lips parted slightly, but she said nothing, staying composed as always.
She wasn't happy with just the looks, though. I saw it in the way her foot tapped lightly, how she scanned the crowd, almost expectant. The air between us three hummed with unspoken want, and I couldn't take it anymore. Jealousy twisted in my gut, mixing with that dark thrill, pushing me to act.
Me: I'm going to grab us some drinks. Stay here, okay? Mingle a bit.
She nodded, a small smile hiding her nerves, her long hair swaying as she turned slightly.
I wove through the crowd toward the bar, but my path curved subtly toward Ash. As I passed him, I met his eyes, nodding almost imperceptibly—a signal, clear as day. *Go to her. Now.* His smirk deepened, those dark eyes gleaming with understanding. He excused himself from his group and started across the room, his tall frame cutting through the guests like he owned the place. My heart pounded as I ordered the drinks, watching from the corner of my eye.
Ash approached her slowly, his presence commanding even from a distance. Chitra straightened, her cheeks already pinkening as he stopped in front of her. Up close, he towered over her slight plumpness, his Kerala accent rolling low and smooth when he spoke.
Ash: Chitra, you look breathtaking tonight. That red lehenga... it suits you perfectly. Hari's a lucky man.
His voice was deep, laced with authority, like he was stating a fact she couldn't deny. He held her gaze, his eyes dipping briefly to the swell of her tits before returning to her face.
Her breath caught—I saw it from afar, the way her chest rose sharply. Color flooded her fair skin, flushing her cheeks a deep rose, but she held his stare, composed on the surface. Inside, though, ecstasy lit her eyes; she knew he fancied her, the praise wrapping around her like a caress.
Chitra: Thank you, Mr. Menon. That's kind of you to say.
She replied softly, her voice steady but with a hint of warmth, her fingers twisting the edge of her pallu.
The air between them crackled, his desire palpable, but he didn't push further—just a lingering smile, a nod, before excusing himself to greet others.
No more advances came that night. Ash kept his distance after that, mingling but always aware of her, his glances like touches across the room. Chitra stayed by my side when I returned with the drinks, her hand slipping into mine, but the tension simmered under her skin. She sipped her wine, laughing at my small talk, but her mind was elsewhere—on him, on the way his words had made her body hum. We danced once, her curves pressing against me, her ass soft against my hips, but even then, I felt the distance, the pull toward the alpha who'd praised her so directly.
As the party wound down, we said our goodbyes. Ash caught my eye one last time, his nod a promise of more to come.
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Chitra leaned on me in the car, the city's neon lights streaking past, her lehenga rustling with each shift.
Chitra: It was a nice evening...
but her voice held a new edge, curious and alive. I gripped the wheel tighter, arousal and insecurity warring inside me.
Back home, we kicked off our shoes in the dim living room, the silk of her outfit whispering as she unwound. She looked radiant still, her tits straining against the blouse as she stretched. I couldn't hold it in.
Me: So, who impressed you the most tonight? Anyone stand out?
My tone was casual, but my pulse raced, dreading and craving her answer.
Chitra paused, slipping out of the lehenga's skirt, standing in her petticoat and blouse. She glanced away, a shy smile tugging her lips, not intrigued—just honest, traditional as ever. 'I suppose... Ash. He was charming.' Her words were soft, without eagerness, like admitting a simple truth. She didn't elaborate, heading to the bedroom to change, leaving me staring after her, cock twitching at the admission.
My phone buzzed as we settled into bed, Chitra curling against me in her nightie, her soft body warm. It was Ash.
Ash: Your wife couldn't keep her eyes off me. Flushed like a collegegirl when I complimented her. Bet her pussy got wet thinking about it. You're pathetic, Hari—pushing her toward a real man while you stand there like a cuck.
The words hit hard, stirring shame and heat. I glanced at Chitra, asleep now, her breathing even. My jealousy surged.
The next morning, over breakfast, I tested it. 'Ash can be such a sleaze sometimes. Did you see how he eyes women at these things? Thinks he can have anyone.' I kept my voice light, but inside, I hoped she'd pull away.
Chitra buttered her toast, her wavy hair tousled from sleep, tits shifting under her cotton blouse. She raised an eyebrow, a knowing look in her eyes.
Chitra: Are you jealous? He was just polite.
She didn't believe me, her tone teasing, suspecting my insecurity. It stung—her defense of him, however mild, deepened the crack in my control. She leaned over, kissing my cheek.
Chitra: Don't worry. You're my husband.
But as she said it, her mind wandered, I could tell, back to his commanding voice, his praise.
That afternoon, Ash texted again...
Ash: Tell me more about her reaction. Did she mention me?
I did, obediently.
Me: She said you were charming. But I badmouthed you, tried to make you the bad guy.
Ash: Fool. She's already hooked. Keep sending pics—her in that nightie, tits out.
The domination crept in, pulling me deeper, my submission growing as Chitra hummed in the kitchen, oblivious to the web tightening around us.
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