Adultery Swati by indian_exec2000

[Darksam]

I took a cab to my paying guest accommodation at Warden Road. My landlady was an old Parsi widow who lived in a spacious apartment. I had rented a furnished sea-facing room with an attached toilet in her apartment. My landlady was a lively, energetic person and took a keen maternal interest in me. She insisted upon my having breakfast with her every morning. She took in my bedraggled appearance with a cocked eyebrow. I didn't pause to give her an explanation and rushed into my room. I quickly stripped and had a long, luxurious shower. I soaped my body vigorously, paying close attention to my crotch. I pulled back the foreskin and thoroughly cleaned up the crown of my cock. The soap stung a bit. I peered closely but didn't find any cut or bruise, although the crown was inflamed and red due to all the rough rubbing it had experienced against Swati's pussy, mouth, throat and possibly her teeth. I looked at the watch. It was around six o'clock in the evening. I decided to take a short nap before going to the mehendi ceremony. When I woke up with a start, it was almost eight o'clock in the evening. I cursed myself for having overslept and hoped that I would be able to reach the party before it ended. I quickly freshened up and changed into a churidar-kurta outfit. By the time I took a cab and reached the venue, it was forty five minutes past eight PM.

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Swati's friend Priyanka was the daughter of a wealthy industrialist. Her wedding was being celebrated in style. For the convenience of wedding guests, her father had booked an entire floor in a luxury hotel in downtown Mumbai. A medium sized convention hall had been reserved for the mehendi ceremony. The actual wedding was going to happen the next day, under a large shamiana (colorful temporary canvas roof) in the hotel's open courtyard. I need not have worried about reaching late. The convention hall was well decorated, brightly lit, noisy and overflowing with guests. Females of all shapes and sizes in glittering attire overran the place. They outnumbered males three to one. After all the mehendi ceremony was primarily a women's function. Perhaps half of the ladies were young belles, well made up & decked out in their best finery, vying with each other in trying to look their best & grab eyeballs. The other half of the female population was evenly divided between screaming young kids chasing each other, buxom matrons rushing about on important errands and gossiping old ladies. A buffet table was laid out at one end while professional musicians sang melodious folk songs in another corner, joined in by enthusiastically singing, clapping and dancing guests. In another corner, men clustered around a bar serving the finest liquors available. There were frequent bursts of laughter as guests cracked ribald jokes. All in all, everybody was having a thoroughly good time.