Adultery Swati by indian_exec2000

[Darksam]

In the center was a wooden platform covered with beautiful carpets. On it sat perhaps four or five mehendiwallis; professional women artists who specialized in drawing intricate & beautiful mehendi (henna) patterns. They had been specially commissioned to apply henna on the hands of women present at the ceremony. Many girls had already had their turn & moved around with their hands stretched out, waiting for the henna paste to dry out and transfer its color to their skin. Others waited patiently for their turn before the artists. After the paste dried, lemon juice mixed in sugar syrup was applied, to fix & deepen the color of henna. Folklore had it that the depth of the color indicated the strength of the love between the girl & her husband (future husband, in case of unmarried girls). So most girls, particularly the unmarried ones tried to keep the henna paste on as long as they possibly could.

Nobody paid any attention to me as I wandered around; my eyes searched Swati. I finally spotted her in a knot of girls milling around what turned out to be the bride-to-be, Priyanka. I sauntered towards the crowd and eventually caught Swati's eye. She beamed in response, disentangled herself from the crowd and came towards me.

I was stunned. Never had I seen her so provocatively dressed. She wore a pink silk ghagra-choli (long loose skirt teamed with a brief, tight fitting blouse) outfit. It glittered with mirrors & sequins. The choli was backless. Two thin silken ribbons ran across the back, one at the shoulders and the other a couple of inches above the midriff. Each ribbon were tied in a knot at one side to hold the choli in place. The front of the choli was somewhat more modest; the rounded neck was just deep enough to reveal the top of her bosom. A narrow yoke ran down to the navel, leaving the sides of her waist bare. Since the choli was backless, a bra couldn't be worn; instead it had built-in cups. They were perhaps a size too small for her ample breasts. The gauzy cream colored chunni wrapped around her shoulders did nothing to conceal her creamy, bare back and the tops of her full breasts swelling out at the neck. She wore a long necklace with a diamond pendant that drew attention to the cleavage between her breasts. The loose ghagra was tied well below her navel and flowed downwards, the hem almost sweeping the floor. Her slim waist accentuated her flaring hips and generously proportioned bust. She was wearing at least three inch heels. The high heels caused her pelvis to thrust out provocatively. Her eyes were outlined with eyeliner and she wore a pink lipstick matching the color of her clothes. She wore long dangling ear rings. A dash of sindoor in the parting of her hair indicated her married status. Her hair was worn in a high chignon and fragrant white mogra flowers were strung around it. Unconstrained by a bra, her full breasts swayed fluidly as she moved. She oozed sensuality & looked absolutely amazing. Henna had already been applied on her palms and on her forearms halfway to the elbows; she too held her hands out, waiting for the henna to dry. My cock stirred to life as I looked at her.