Adultery Friendly Loving Joint Indian Family by iloveall

[Ramesh_Rocky]

One evening, when Mukesh Bhai came, we were in the drawing room. Neha was sitting and I lay with my head in her lap. When Mukesh Bhai came, I got up. Mukesh Bhai said that he had a slight headache. I immediately rushed to get a balm and made him lie in Neha's lap. Neha massageed his head and applied balm. Mukesh Bhai fell off to sleep in Neha's lap. He must have slept for about fifteen minutes. During this period Neha kept on mildly caressing his head and his chest. She inserted her hand through his shirt and caressed his chest lovingly. She was now free with Mukesh Bhai. I saw that Mukesh Bhai loved her gesture and caught her hand occasionally with affection. I enjoyed the sight.


Neha and I wanted Mukesh Bhai to overcome the loneliness and pain due to demise of his wife. As the time passed, the deep wounds began to heal. Almost six months passed. Mukesh Bhai had almost got over the shock. However, he lost his naturally charming and disarming smile. His smile was pale and strenuous. We could spot the dryness in his laugh and emptiness in his eyes. The only time, he appeared somewhat affable was when he was with Neha. She could make him smile from heart. Neha did her best to make him feel at ease. She told me that although Mukesh Bhai appeared normal, he was missing his late wife, Anu. I told her that when he talked to Neha, he appeared to be a different person, laughing, smiling and trying to enjoy the life.

One night, after Mukesh Bhai had left, I asked Neha, if she was attracted to Mukesh Bhai. Her reply was that any woman would be attracted to him. She said that as far as she was concerned, she thought that he was a pillar for us. She said that of course, he was an attractive person. When I pointed out to her that, I caught him stealing glances at her breasts; she asked me if I was feeling jealous. She said that Mukesh Bhai was not the first or the last man who stared at her breasts. Her breasts were too big to be hidden or ignored and what was the big deal if he stared at them surreptitiously, she asked. After all, he had lost his wife and if he felt any better, it was ok with her, she said.

Neha and I attended my company's official parties occasionally. Invariably, Neha would be the centre of attraction due to her youthful charm, beauty, dress sense and luscious figure. She would attract lusty glances from my colleagues and superiors. She was the cause of jealousy amongst the wives of my colleagues. During our love making sessions, sometimes, I asked her, how my colleagues or friends' looked at her with lust in their eyes. I asked her if she found any one in particular staring at her and if she found any one attractive enough for to take a second look. Initially, she refused to enter the debate. However, when I insisted, she said that many people looked at her breasts. However, she said, none of the persons were worth a second look; there was no question of her feeling aroused.

One evening after returning from a meeting with Mukesh Bhai, I casually asked her how she felt about Mukesh Bhai. She surprised me by counting all the positives about Mukesh Bhai and admitting to me that amongst all the males, she had met, she found him the most attractive. She described him as macho, mentally tough, simple and affectionate. This made me think of some interesting possibilities.

Once, my wife and I were travelling by Mumbai suburban train. It was grossly over crowded, as usual. She was stuck between one man and a seat. I was a few rows behind her. I could see one fellow enjoying the thrusts of the train and consequent rubbing of their crotches. She could not complain because there was no space for him to move away. I did not know how Neha felt. I should have got angry and flared up. Instead, I was highly aroused seeing my wife's crotch rubbed against the crotch of another man. I felt erection building up between my legs. I realized suddenly, that this incident surfaced hidden desire in me to experience the feeling of seeing another man fucking my wife and her enjoying it and giving pleasure to that man. I was aroused even at the thought of how another man would enjoy squeezing the sweet round globes of my wife and how he would suck her pussy and insert his rod into her.

That night, in bed, I asked her how she felt, rubbing crotch with a male. She said in a matter of fact voice, "What could I feel with a person, whom I do not even know. It was no pleasure. It was more of a torture. If it was not for a situation, where none of us could move, I would have slapped this fellow."

I asked her, if it would be different with a known person. Her teasing answer was "May be."

I was excited. I decided to push her more. I asked, "Suppose, a known person, whom you like, was there in such a situation with you, would you have enjoyed it?"

She asked a counter question. "If a woman, whom you like or desire, was with you in a similar situation, would you not enjoy it?"

I had to say, "Yes, you are right, I perhaps would."

She said that, that was also her answer. I was pleased to hear this from my wife. I wanted to hear something like this for a long time. I decided to press my luck further.

"When you say of a known person, whom you like, could you hint at someone?"

"Why should I?" was her reply.

"Could it be Mukesh Bhai?" I asked.

"Could be." She blurted out. However, after she realized that she had slipped out her secret, she tried to cover it up and said, "I didn't mean that way. There is no such possibility. Why do you ask such questions?"

Our talk ended there. That night, I asked her again in a loving and innocent tone, if she would have enjoyed a similar situation with Mukesh Bhai. She avoided the answer. However, after our conversation, she rolled over to me desiring sex. I noticed that there was fire in her. As soon as we lay in bed, she took the initiative and began to woo me with foreplay. It was a long time since we tried to please each other to lead to the inevitable sexual intercourse. The foreplay went on for about half an hour. She was aroused so much that she climbed on top of me and gave me a solid fuck, lasting more than half an hour. She had orgasm twice during that period. My guess was that she was perhaps fucking Mukesh Bhai and not me.

I had found a key to open her closet of sexual arousal. For nights after that, we had fabulous sex. I would titillate her by taking the name of Mukesh Bhai in one way or another. I would ask her to imagine, what would happen if Mukesh Bhai squeezed her in a deep embrace and fondled her breasts. Just the mention of such or similar fantasy would drive her into a world of ecstasy. She would get visibly aroused and catch me tightly. She would have repeated orgasms. I saw this as an opportunity to have my fantasy realized.

On my way home, from the office, there was a swimming pool. It belonged to a club; in which, Mukesh Bhai was a member. I was very fond of swimming and so was Mukesh Bhai. We visited the pool often and swam for almost an hour. Both of us learnt to swim well. I tried to persuade Neha to join us occasionally. However, she did not show much interest. I was eager to see Neha in a swimsuit and wanted also to see the impact she would make on the other people. She always stoutly refused to accede to my request.

I talked about my desire that Neha should wear swimsuit and join us in the swimming pool. I told Mukesh Bhai that Neha was scared of water and refused to come. She did not have any swimming suit and that could be one of the reasons, I said. I told Mukesh Bhai that I would go to buy one swimsuit for her, so that I could persuade her to join us. I could not go to buy the suit for about a week.