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aurelius1982

THE KAFTAN



Note: This is a story very much in line with my other Loving Wives stories. If you're the incel type who pretends to hate those themes, this is your trigger warning. You can leave and read something else. Or you can whine about my choice of category (whiniest ones LOL). Or you can read, masturbate while crying in self-loathing, and then post unimaginative racist comments that I laugh at and delete in a second. Your call. I have fun either way. :)

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I stared at the last message in the text chain with my wife Ritu for the thousandth time in 45 minutes.

- changing into The Kaftan! xoxo
I tried her cell for the 4th time in 10 minutes. I had given her half an hour. She should have sent at least an "ok" by now. But at 45 minutes, I was officially starting to worry. I picked up the keys and ran to my car. I would call my boss and client and cancel the meetings tomorrow while driving home, which was 3 hours away. I was a bundle of nervous energy, a bizarre combination of trepidation and arousal. It had all happened so fast. Or at least it seemed that way.
In reality, it started a while ago. To be precise, eight months ago. The ball was set off by two almost simultaneous career events for us in our mid 30s. My wife was laid off from her longtime job, and had no other offers in hand. And I had been promoted, which meant we were financially okay, but it meant dividing my time between two cities that were three hours away. It also happened to be the time our son Che turned 12 and built such an active extra-curricular life and friends circle for himself, that it felt like we only saw him when he had to sleep or eat, and sometimes not even that. He got that from his mom whose picture albums from childhood sports events and competitions and award functions almost filled a room in her parents' home.
So Ritu, by nature a very hyperactive and type A person, for the first time in her life, found herself with a lot of free time. We had an arranged marriage a couple of years after college when we were both in the same city in similar tech companies. The story of a million 21st century Indian couples unfolded the same was for us. Long hours at work, long commutes, early morning or late night or weekend conference calls, release deadlines, paid leaves that go untaken etc.
In the middle of this, you're trying to get to know the stranger you were married off to just because they are from the right caste, not bad to look at, and have a well paying job. Get to know them physically as well as emotionally. But before you know it, your parents' constant demands for grandchildren start weighing on you. And the conventional "the earlier you have one, the better it is for the mother" wisdom. So by the time the pregnancy happens, even after a year or two of technically being husband and wife, you are no closer personally than a couple in the western world would be on their 7th date.
From the time we got pregnant to the time Che announced that he did not want a party for his 11th birthday, just treat his friends at the mall, the dozen years are a blur. Ritu and I were together in the journey, earning the dough, and turning it into bread and also climbing corporate ladders. But more like business partners from a corporate merger than spouses. Or maybe that's what arranged marriage is. A corporate merger of sorts. The due diligence is very similar.
But enough of social commentary. Let's get to the good part. Cut to about seven months ago.
"Sorry, I better take this." I said as I saw Ritu was calling for a third time in the middle of my meeting, even after I declined the previous two. My colleagues nodded as I swivelled the chair away, crouched down, and answered.
"The fucking kitchen sink is leaking again! I told Shafi there was a bigger problem!"
Ritu's voice was so loud that I am sure the entire room heard it even without the speakerphone.
"I'm in a meeting, honey." I said, with forced patience. She had worked in this industry until a month ago. She should know better. What could I do about the plumbing from 3 hours away?
"Yeah, I know. But I need you to call them right after and yell at them in your jatt voice that..."
That's when the conference room door opened, and another colleague came rushing in.
"Sorry sorry sorry everyone! So sorry! Got stuck in traffic!" she said.
I nodded, as did others. Ritu's voice on the phone, after this interruption, went from angry to chilly.
"Is that Denise?"
"Yeah." I said.
"Can't be a very important meeting if she can waltz in late. Or does she get special consideration because she threw herself at you?"
"Not now, Ritu. I'll yell at Shafi. Bye."
And I hung up, not rising to the bait. The meeting resumed.

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When I got out of it, I was like a volcano waiting to burst. The month that Ritu had been laid off had easily been the most acrimonious time of our marriage. She simply was not used to sitting at home. And she did spend a lot of time volunteering with a rescue shelter, she still missed the adrenaline rush of the corporate chase. She was getting annoyed at the smallest of things and yelling way more than ever before.

Part of it had been resurrecting the Denise issue. Which wasn't even that much of an issue. Two years ago at a corporate retreat, Denise and I had shared a drunken kiss on the dance floor, surrounded by our equally drunk colleagues. There might have been some vigorous groping too. It was a moment of weakness for me. As a good looking and in-shape guy, I am used to attention from Indian female colleagues. I had never let it go beyond casual flirting, because honestly, who had the time for an affair? I barely got time to sleep with my wife, and she was a knockout still.
Denise though was white, recently transferred from the company's Sweden office. A tall shapely friendly Scandinavian beauty a decade younger caressing my triceps and tucking her hair behind her ears, and laughing too hard at my dad jokes...that was a whole other temptation. I only succumbed to it for a minute at that party, very drunk. And even then, I pulled away after that minute, rebuffed any further advances. She slipped a room key into my pocket. It stayed in my pocket.
My mistake was not telling Ritu about it right away. Like right right away. I woke up to an angry call at 8 AM, with a horrible hangover.
"You fucked Denise?" icy chill.
"What? No! Who the fuck..."
It was pointless asking who told her. There had been a few dozen people at that party, many of whom knew Ritu from our common industry. I could think of four women instantly who might have tattled to her.
"Ritu, listen to me. I did not have sex with Denise. All that happened was a drunken kiss in a moment of weakness. And I pulled away. And that was it. It meant nothing."
"She did not give you her room key?"
"She did. I did not use it. I swear, honey. Just an impulsive drunk kiss. Meant nothing."
"So you will get away with anything if you say it meant nothing?"
You get this gist. It was a fight that lasted a few weeks. Only an apology from Denise along with the sworn promise that nothing happened nor will ever happen finally put the issue to bed two years ago. And we moved on. Or so I had thought.
Now it seemed like what bothered Ritu more than my being away most of the month was that Denise was on the same project. Or maybe that Denise was still gainfully employed (and had risen faster than usual) while she was twiddling her thumbs at home. She started making snide Denise comments again. That added to my own stress and annoyance.
So when I called Shafi, our gated community's maintenance in-charge, I took it all out on him.
"Shafi! You motherfucker...does my wife have nothing better to do than deal with sinks every other day? You are fucking ruining my whole..."
Again, you get the gist. I really let him have the full fury of my jatt rage. He didn't argue back, but did not sound pleased. And later, when I cooled down, I felt bad about it. It wasn't Shafi's fault. It was the damn builder's fault. Another typical Indian white collar thing we had done was buy as fancy and as expensive a house as our salaries could permit. A high end gated community with its own dedicated staff for everything. It worked exactly as advertised for about 5 years.
Then the mediocre quality of the builder's work started revealing itself. Maintenance folks started getting swamped with requests as something or the other kept breaking down. Shafi, in his early 20s, was the "boss" of a 3 person team constantly trouble-shooting some 40 houses which kept having new breakdowns almost everyday. The quality of their work and response rates were bound to suffer.

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After making a mental note to call up Shafi after work and apologize, I got back to work. A lot of work. In the middle of that, I got a text from Ritu.

- Sink ok now. Thanks. Sorry for yelling. I was a little drunk.
I had no idea if my wife was making a sarcastic Denise reference or if she was serious about being drunk at 3 PM. Either was possible. Being home alone for lunch everyday, with me at work at Che at college, she had started having a glass of wine or two just to help her calm down. Which I didn't think much of. I often had a glass of wine with business lunches. But what I noticed on my last visit home was that the wine shelf was a lot emptier than just a drink or two per day would indicate. I did not bring it up. But it did seem like Ritu had started to drink more than usual to cope with her situation.
"Sorry I was such a bitch." she guiltily grinned that night when I video called her from my service apartment.
"It's okay honey, I understand."
"You must have really let Shafi have it. He came way quicker than I expected. Usually they take at least 24 hours."
"Yeah, I should apologize."
"No need to apologize and all. It's his job. Besides he was kind of rude and also a little creepy, though he did fix the sink."
"What? Creepy?"
"Little creepy, nothing drastic. For a little while I was wearing just my robe and my body was half wet and I caught him leering at me."
"You were wearing just your robe and your...what???"
"Hehe." she giggled. "After yelling at you, I got in a bubble bath with a bottle of wine..."
Notice she said bottle not glass. She continued,
"...bottle of wine and candles and I was nicely buzzed with the doorbell rang. I thought it was one of the bath salts I had ordered, so just threw on a robe and ran to the door. But it was Shafi, with his tool trolley. Said he was here at your orders. Looked a bit sulky, not his usual smiling self."
I imagined how my wife's voluptuous body, right out of a bath, must have looked with just a robe wrapped around it. It seemed like the start of a million porn videos. The handyman and the frustrated housewife just out of a bath.
"Anyway, while he went to the kitchen, I was walking to the bedroom to dry up and get dressed. When I noticed his reflection in the display shelf on my way, I saw he was just staring at me."
"At your butt probably."
"Shut up!"
"What? It is not news to you that men admire your butt all the time. You put it in a damp robe and of course a guy is going to stare, especially if he thinks you are facing away from him."
"Yeah. Well, anyway, I got dressed and came out. And watched his work and told him all my theories and suggestions..."
Ritu's analytical decision making mental energy, unused without a job, had found its outlet in plumbing research. She had been reading a lot of forums and watching videos since these troubles started with the kitchen recently. And given her outspoken and opinionated nature, she did not feel shy sharing her thoughts with the maintenance staff, especially Shafi. From what I heard, the sexist pigs were not thrilled by a woman backseat driving their work, although men do it all the time.
"He was half listening and, well, subtly checking me out still!"
"What were you wearing?"
"Jeans, simple t-shirt. Nothing skimpy. And again, nothing blatant or past the line. But coming close to the line. Like looking away from my face to my chest for a noticeable split second. Things like that."
"Hope that didn't add to your stress."
"Hehe, honestly, it relieved it. Maybe it was the tipsiness from the wine. The fact that I had spent half a minute with him naked under my robe. Also, well, he isn't someone a woman would kick out of bed. Hehehe."
I don't know about the afternoon, but Ritu was definitely drunk that night. I could not imagine her making such a comment off-hand. It was so out of character from her Type A always in charge almost headmistress-like personality that I felt a little turned on.
"Maybe you should cash in your free pass on him then!" I said, impulsively.
There was a short pause and then she said,
"Yeah, you'd like that wouldn't you? Use it up on some random plumber fellow. No, I am going to save it up for some hunky billionaire VC to fund my start-up. Maybe on his yacht."
This was one of those things that neither of us were sure about it being a joke or a taunt or something even remotely serious. In the aftermath of Denisegate, this following conversation had happened two years ago.
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"You keep saying it meant nothing, like it's okay. What if I fuck a guy and say it meant nothing?"

I was so frustrated with the fights by then that I blurted out,
"Fine! Do it! Call it a free pass. If that is what it takes, do it."
She glared at me and laughed sarcastically.
"Yeah, right, as if your male ego could handle me even kissing a guy."
"I am serious, Ritu. I messed up with the kiss. I have said all I can say. I have apologized. Multiple times. If you sleeping with someone will get you over this, go for it!"
Ritu had the exact same look as she did during poker nights with friends when she went all in on a bluff and someone called.
"Yeah, well, it's the least you can do!" she sulked. The argument continued on other fronts.
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After that, occasionally, Ritu would bring up the free pass in a jocular way. Like if a good looking guy walked by at the mall, she would be like, umm, free pass material. As time went by, it became more of a joke. I started using it too. This was one such time. And she seemed to be in a good mood. So I continued.
"Hey, if that's the only thing stopping you, I will give you two free passes. Use this on Shafi."
"No thank you. Anyway, Che had some new from his tennis coach that he wanted to share. So I will take the laptop to his room."
"Okay". And I started catching up on my son's exploits.
A couple of months went by. Ritu's outbursts grew less frequent, but I could see she was still having a hard time coping with being unemployed. To make matters worse, she was even "let go" from the shelter where she had been volunteering after a fight with the woman in charge. I could sense her slipping when I was home. She was trying her best to be upbeat, but this languid housewife was not the woman I had married.
I also started wondering about how much she was drinking when alone. Much of it had to be during the daytime, because when we did our nightly video calls, she was mostly sober, and never more than a little buzzed, which I too was at the end of a workday. But clearly the bottles were going somewhere. And then levels of whiskey, vodka, gin bottles started dropping way faster than unusual. I considered the possibility that maybe my 12 year old son was sneaking some stuff. But when newer bottles started replacing them without my buying, it was clearly Ritu. That worried me.
So I started calling more and more often during the workday. I even told my boss, who knew Ritu well, that we were having troubles with the long distance adjustment, so I needed to take breaks in between, even if it meant staying back at the office longer. These calls helped somewhat with her mood, but not with my worries about her drinking. She had gone from just sipping a small glass of wine to downing tall drinks of scotch during our half hour calls.
I still did not bring it up. Although we were like business partners in a merger in many ways, I still knew my wife well enough to know that she was not an alcoholic. Once she got a job, this would end. It was just a phase. Let her enjoy her drink for now, I thought.
It was during one such drunken daytime video chat that the next chapter of this saga occurred. I was a little tipsy too, because I had returned from lunch with clients visiting from Texas and those people love their lunch cocktails.
"You are so hot! And looking particularly hot right now!" I said. Because, she actually did not, and that's what a husband tries to do when he is making his wife feel better. She was in a t-shirt she had been wearing for 3 days straight. And wrinkled pyjamas. She looked like a mess.
"Thank you honey, I miss you!" she took a sip of scotch at 2:30 pm and said. "We should go back to Seychelles when you get time."
After our honeymoon, the only couples vacation we had managed to take was a week at the island resort a couple of years ago. It was also meant to be a reboot vacation from Denise-gate.
"You still have The Kaftan?" I smiled wryly.
"Of course! Although I can tell it's going to fall apart soon."
Which brings us to another flashback. During that trip, Ritu had bought a kaftan from a beach shack to wear over her swimsuit. And I just totally fell in love with how hot she looked in it. It was short, a little above mid-thigh. It was just semi transparent enough to give a hint of the curves underneath, and even let you guess the color of the swimsuit. But did not give away the farm. And it hugged her ample curves beautifully. So I insisted that she wear that cheap flimsy thing as much as possible in Seychelles, indoors and outdoors. And we had more quality sex in that week than we did in the previous year.

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Since then, in some intimate moments, I had my wife reprise those memories by throwing on the kaftan. I thought this was one such moment, although we have never used it in video chat. And clearly my wife thought the same. Because she skipped away from the screen, and then reappeared wearing the kaftan instead of those slobby Kevin Smith clothes.

"That's what I am talking about! Now, I am going to..."
That's when I heard the doorbell from the laptop.
"Just a sec! Probably a package." Ritu said and disappeared from the screen again. I could hear some faint voices from the living room.
She reappeared a minute later with a strange look on her face. Before I could ask, she said,
"It's Shafi. He needs to check some things in our bathroom, because the Agarwal's bathroom below us is leaking." she took her seat in front of the laptop and took another sip of scotch.
I wondered if Shafi had smelt nooze on her breath in the middle of the afternoon. While she was in this very sexy kaftan.
"Did he check you out again?" I asked.
"Obviously! I'm sure he now thinks I just roam around the house undressed. The robe last time and now this. I need to stop assuming that every doorbell is a flipkart delivery."
"Haha. Did he say anything?" it was an idle thought.
"Nothing inappropriate, but his eyes were roving a lot more. But that's just what he does now." she shrugged. And then a wry smile spread across her face.
"Ritu!" I said in a playful tone. "What do you mean by that?"
"It's...I don't know...nothing really. After that time with the robe, whenever I pass him around the complex, I think I sense a kind of...desire...in his eyes."
"All men desire you, honey."
"No, this is different. This seems more personal. Not a random appreciative glance."
"So he has the hots for you. Who doesn't?"
"You don't get it. Forget it!" she sighed in annoyance. "Anyway, I should change into regular clothes while...YES??"
She stopped mid-sentence and then disappeared from the room again. I had heard Shafi's voice in the background. I assumed he was leaving so she would be back soon. She did.
"Okay, he is gone. Where were we?" she seductively said. And we resumed our amorous conversations.
Later that day, I was alone in my service apartment, having a couple of drinks when finally a thought that was buzzing around in my head formed itself. Ritu looked so hot in that kaftan. You could make out the shape of her body and even sense her underwear. She knew this. She went to the door. She always checks who it is from the peephole. She would have seen Shafi. She could have just walked back in, thrown on regular clothes, and then opened the door. But she had opened it like that. And stayed like that. Surely the energetic young man had noticed what any man would notice.
Why this uncharacteristic behavior from my usually very cautious wife? This wasn't like her. And that's when I started thinking, how much do I really know her? Had we been together over a decade or just 7 dates in modern terms? Maybe it was the alcohol and the depression from being laid off. Maybe it was eagerness to get back to video sex with me. Maybe it was just an impulse.
But could it be a consciously carried out impulse? Did she want to exhibit herself to that young man as a way to titillate her mind? This thought did not exactly consume me, but it kept running in the back of my mind for the week before I returned home. Coincidentally, I passed Shafi in the lobby as I was walking in with my suitcase. He saw me, smiled, waved, and then turned and walked away looking at his phone. Almost as if avoiding me.

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And then later that night, after Che had graced us with his presence for a full hour without playing video games, I got in bed with Ritu about to mention Shafi when she brought him up cryptically,

"Shafi has been sort of...around a lot more."
"He came home again? What was it this time?"
"No no, he did not come home. I just see him around a lot whenever I step out or sit in the balconies. Maybe I've just started noticing him more now. But there will be at least once a day I see him, we make eye contact, he waves, I wave."
"You have a stalker!" I half joked.
"That is a bit harsh. But he definitely has a crush on me." she said, and I saw a blush and a smile.
"Looks like it is reciprocated!" I said and instantly bit my tongue. This was sure to get her annoyed and then throw Denise taunts at me.
So I was very surprised when she blushed even more and said,
"It's just thoughts."
"What thoughts?"
"I don't know. I am not some sperm sowing male like you. I don't know how crushes work with you guys. With us, it's just some idle thoughts."
"Fantasies?"
"Not full blown fantasies." she sat up, finished her 3rd drink of the night.
"Then?"
"More like rambling self-pleasing thoughts. It is an ego boost to have a good looking guy maybe fifteen years younger than me looking at me like that. Like a MILF. I didn't even realize when I went from his age to mine. And plus you know...I love you...but...arranged is arranged. This attention is just... don't know...I am rambling."
And then she buried her face in my chest. I was amused and intrigued.
"It's cute, honey. And understandable."
This side of Ritu turned me on and we both started getting frisky with each other and before we knew it, I was inside her. That whole weekend, between the little time that our son decided to spend with us, we were either making out or having sex. And the Shafi spectre hung right there over us, not fully addressed despite our few conversations.
A more mature and secure couple might have discussed this festering situation head on. Our community's maintenance guy, who literally had the keys to our house, was making subtle but noticeable advances at my wife. And my wife also felt something about him. But neither of us did, even though it was obvious. Again, we were being more like business partners in a merger, leaving the difficult decisions to the other side if possible.
Another week went by. I started thinking more and more about Shafi. And about how Ritu's reaction to my teasing was not to take offense but to banter along. I also noticed that every time she had a Shafi "encounter", her mood was noticeably better. That might have played a part in what I did next. Another impulse. Because despite all these thoughts, I did not actually view Shafi as a genuine threat. He worked for us. Either of us could call the RWA and get him fired. So he was classified in my mind, at least consciously, as a low-risk guy for my wife to tease and get her aroused, and me to reap the rewards.
"An hour way." I called Ritu from the usual spot as I drove home for the next week.
"Okay. I am making green beans today." I could hear kitchen sounds in the background.
"Che hates them so obviously..."
"Yes, dinner and sleepover at the Nairs again." she said and I heard the faucet being turned on. "Is this just normal for 12 year old boys? This was not my life at 12."
"Well, when it comes to boys..."
"Oh crap!" Ritu said. "The sink is draining slowly."
The kitchen sink. Which started it all. I kept staring at the road silently, waiting for her to say something more. She stayed quiet too. We both knew what we were thinking.
"Call Shafi." I finally said.
"Right now? I can call him tomorrow when you are here. It's draining slowly but there is nothing leaking. We can wait till tomorrow." she said. It was as if she was again punting a decision to me. Giving me an out. I felt annoyed by it, so to return her favor, I said,
"Your call."

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She was quiet for a couple of seconds before saying,

"The last time it slowed like this, it started leaking in 2 days, so better to..."
"Yeah, better safe than sorry, right? If you feel like it, you should call him. I will be there soon anyway. But it's up to you."
"Okay. I will do it."
She hung up and I kept driving and thinking about the possibilities. Barely had I started thinking when she called back in a few minutes.
"He is coming up soon."
"Okay. Good." I said and then added at the last minute. "What are you wearing?"
"Che just left. Regular clothes."
"Change into The Kaftan so you are in it when I walk in the door."
Small pause.
"Later or right now before he comes?"
Now it was my turn to pause.
"Right now is fine. He has seen you in it anyway, so not like he will be scandalized."
"But...ok." the question she left unasked was obvious. What if he takes it as a sign and tries something? A natural question for a woman to ask. I still didn't think it would go beyond him staring and then me having a great night with her.
She hung up and I sped up a little more, wanting to reach my home fast to benefit from the warm sexy feeling that the young plumber seemed to generate in my wife. I kept waiting for a call with an update. But ten minutes went by and then twenty. I got off the highway and entered our city. And then called her.
The phone rang. And rang. Several rings until I thought it would go unanswered. When it suddenly was.
"Hey! Where are you?"
"What happened with Shafi?"
"How far are you?"
"About fifteen minutes away."
"I'll just tell you when you get home, please. I need another tall drink. Okay?"
And then she hung up. So clearly something had happened. And she needed "another" tall drink, which meant she had already had one. The time it took me to get home seemed like an eternity. I was practically sprinting out of my car when I got there.
I opened the door and Ritu was still in The Kaftan, sprawled on the couch, drinking gin straight from the bottle. She looked at me with a frowning face.
"Your wife just got groped and kissed."
I found that confirmation at once disturbing and relieving. Disturbing because it had clearly gone beyond just teasing and she sounded quite drunk. Relief because she seemed fine, just a little nervous.
"Are you okay?" I gently put my arm around her.
"Physically, yeah, fine. Just a little...disoriented."
"What happened?"
"After you told me to wear this, I first took a couple of shots to calm my nerves. Then I went to change. I wore a tank top and panties under it. Then had a couple of more shots before he came. I think I might have a drinking problem." she said even as she took another swig. I could see the tank top was still there, but I didn't notice any panties.
"So what did Shafi do as soon as you opened the door?"
"He saw what I was wearing and his eyes went up for a second before he said namaste and then just went straight to the kitchen. No staring or anything. Like he barely even noticed my dress. Maybe it was the alcohol but I felt ignored after how he has been staring at me in recent months. So I walked to the kitchen and stood a few feet from him. He glanced at me once and started working on the sink."
"And did.."
"Just let me finish what I am trying to say. This is not easy to say to you." she snapped.
"Okay, go on."
"He got up in a couple of minutes saying the problem was just in one section and he had fixed it and the drain should be good now. I didn't expect him to finish so soon so I didn't know what to say next. He asked me, 'should I go or do you want me to stay?' and I said what do you mean."

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She paused. I thought about asking a question, but it didn't seem like the right moment. Sure enough, she continued.

"His face got all serious and he said, listen memsaab, I am a lower middle class guy and I don't know your rich foreign travel world. So maybe I am reading things wrong. It seems like you feel attracted to me just like I am attracted to you. Like you are giving me signals with all these foreign clothes."
"Foreign clothes!" I couldn't help but say and chuckle.
"I was flustered at his direct question. I did not know what to say. Then I noticed he was slowly coming towards me. I looked up at him. He asked me again, should I leave or stay? I wanted to tell him to leave but my mouth refused to form the words. He waited a few seconds and when I didn't tell him to leave, he stepped up and...he hugged me. Weird kind of tight hug. But it felt very nice. Sorry, but you will understand given all your times with Denise." she ended with another dangling bait.
"All my times? Just one time."
"Anyway, he hugged, we kissed, he then groped a bit. I also got caught up in the moment. It did not mean anything. And then I rebuffed his further advances." she was almost parroting my Denise excuses.
"You were in the kitchen the whole time?"
"No, we moved to the living room after a few minutes of...you know?"
"I don't know. Tell me in detail!"
"How can I tell you such things in detail? it's weird!"
"This is too little. Did you have sex?"
"Actual intercourse, no."
"Then?"
"Can't you just take me to the bedroom and fuck me first?" she said, pointing to the tent in my pants.
Great point, I thought, and soon we were both naked and in bed. And right after entering her and hearing her usual happy sigh, I asked,
"Did he get under your clothes?"
"Under. Out of." she hungrily answered with her eyes closed. The remaining conversation on this topic happened in fits and bursts during sex.
"What all did he do?"
"Kissed. Not bad. Groped my boobs, first over the kaftan and then under. Then other stuff."
"What other stuff?"
"Touching, fondling, kissing, you know...he has a nice muscular body. He took his clothes off completely."
"Any more stuff?"
There was a very long break of groans and moans before she finally answer,
"He fingered me. And I jacked him off a little."
"How do you jack someone off a little?"
"As in my hands were on his dick maybe just two minutes in the end."
"And his hands?"
"Everywhere."
"Everywhere?"
"Almost everywhere."
"Did you cum?"
"Yes. Slightly. With his fingers. So then I felt obligated to jack him off. Didn't take too long."
"Did you swallow?" she never swallowed mine, so that question took precedence over how she came 'slightly'.
"Ewww! No! He came on my butt." and then she blushed again.
"He did not want to do more?"
"He did. But I made him leave after that. I swear. Nothing more. Told him you were almost home. That made him leave extra fast."
"So you were both naked in the end?"
"He was. I was not, fully. He took my panties off. And then rolled up the kaftan. And we were here, all limbs interlocked, for a little while. After he came on my butt..."
"Were you already on your knees?"
"No, he made me turn around and get on my knees."
Somehow that sentence had a huge impact. That just an hour ago or less, not only had our handyman gotten to third base with my wife, but had also felt powerful enough to order her to get on her knees. And how she must have looked with the white jizz on her big creamy buttocks.
"Get on your knees."
She did, and I watched the round bubble butt that had been the landing site of Shafi's semen. I shoved my dick back into her pussy and pounded her hard for a while and decided to save all other questions for later.



The End.

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Surrounded by Sluts

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Chapter 1 - Sexy Sister in Law - Kareena

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Saturday will be the best day of my life. That will be the day I marry my fiancée, Priya, and I just can't wait. I'm a good looking guy and after a few failed relationships, I found the right girl for me. Some said 23 is too young to be married, but I'm ready for it. I met Priya through some friends, and we immediately hit it off. She is the same age as me, and is very pretty, with shoulder length black hair, and a fit body. It's her personality that really attracted me to her. She's just fun to be around.

We had met soon after I broke up with one of my ex-girlfriends. I always seemed to attract the wrong kind of girls, girls who slept around a lot. Those are not the kind of girls I was looking for. I was looking for girls that were nice, and wholesome, and cared about what kind of person they were. I respected the fact that she was a lawyer, and she could make it on her own, not like one of those gold diggers. That was part of the reason I attracted so many of the wrong girls, because I come from a wealthy family, and I make a lot of money now running my own business.

Today is Tuesday, and I was hanging out at our house with my wife and her best friend, Jacqueline. Jacqueline was a great girl. She looked like some of those girls I used to date. She had long, straight, black hair, a gorgeous face, and a great body. I shouldn't notice these things, but she has really big boobs. I've always been a sucker for big breasts. Plus, she does have a great ass, which she always covers in tight, clingy pants. Unfortunately, Priya's ass isn't anything special, and she is kind of flat-chested, but hey, boobs aren't everything.

Anyway, we are sitting in the living room watching TV and talking about the wedding. I'm sitting on the recliner while Priya and Jacqueline are sitting on the couch. Jacqueline turned and looked at Priya, and I quickly noticed what Jacqueline's wearing. I've noticed she always wears tight clothes to highlight her body. She is wearing a tight maroon blouse to highlight her big breasts, as well as a tight blue jeans. I quickly glanced up as she turned back. We were watching the news. There is a story about some big divorce, with the CEO of some company cheated on his wife, and now there is a big divorce trial is happening about who gets what. It's madness.

"I can't believe any person would do that." Priya said.

"I know. I just can't imagine anyone cheating on their spouse. Maybe, it's because I have such a wonderful fiancée, but I could never fathom cheating on you, or anyone I know cheating on their spouse." I said.

"Yeah, I know, Gaurav. What is this world coming to? What kind of people would do that?" Jacqueline said.

"Well, it'll never happen to us." Priya said, with a bright smile.

"You got that right." I said.

"I love you." Priya said.

"I love you too." I said.

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It's Wednesday, and Priya's family was arriving in town. Her parents live a few hours away, and her older sister lives about twenty minutes away. They were all coming to dinner tonight with us. Her parents arrive and we greeted them at the door. Priya was ecstatic that her parents were here. I shook her father Ramesh’s hand, and gave her mom, Rani, a big hug. She pressed herself tightly against me, and I can't help but feel her large breasts pressed against my chest. Rani is a stunningly beautiful woman. She could pass for Priya's sister. She is very pretty, with long dark hair, and a very sensual face, and she is quite voluptuous, with a nice round ass, and really big breasts, bigger than Jacqueline's. She is really nice, and fun to be around. We are in the house for five minutes when my wife's older sister, Kareena, arrived.

Kareena is five years older than me and Priya, and, though I like her, she made me uncomfortable when we are together. She is exactly like the girls I used to date. She is incredibly gorgeous, with a body to die for, and she knows it. She is a gold digger, and she sleeps around a lot. She is a gym freak, and her body shows that. She has large breasts, and she flaunted them a lot. She always wears low cut blouses to expose her deep cleavage, and they are cut short to expose her abs. Her face always has a naughty look on it, like she is always doing something wrong. She has brown hair, going down to her back. She always wears tight pants or a short skirt, which displayed her long toned legs and her great ass. Kareena goes through a lot of boyfriends. They are always rich and handsome, but those relationships always fizzle, shockingly. She doesn't work, because she always mooched from whoever is her current boy toy. That really bugged me. Plus, she always had an attitude, and she seemed to be a little jealous of Priya at times, probably because their parents seemed to favor Priya more than her.

Kareena has always been nice to me, and Priya seemed to look past Kareena's flaws and treated her as one of her best friends. If she's good enough for Priya, she's good enough for me. But, Kareena always seemed really flirty around me. It might just be the way she is, but it bugs me all the same. But, Kareena is really fun to be around, and she can always make me laugh, so I don't dwell on it.

I opened the door and see Kareena standing there in a tight pink blouse that exposes her bountiful cleavage. I couldn't help but glance down at her chest before looking into her eyes. She noticed.

"Hi, Gaurav." She purred.

"Hi, Kareena." I said, uncomfortably.

She walked in and shakes her jean-clad ass as she walked to the kitchen to meet with the others. We all talk for awhile, before we settled in to eat. Priya sat next to me as we ate, and Kareena sat across from me. It's a struggle for me to keep my eyes on hers, and by the look on her face, I can tell she knows that. She knows what she does to men. The rest of the night was a bit uncomfortable, but it got pretty fun by the end. Ramesh and Rani are staying here for the next few days, so they prepared for bed. As Kareena left, she gave me a tight hug, and I could feel her big breasts squash against my chest. She gave me a smirk as she turned and left.

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The day was Thursday, and it was the day of my bachelor party. I was not looking forward to it. It's not that I don't enjoy partying and stuff, but it was that I know they were getting me a stripper, and that might not be the best thing for me in my current condition. Priya is a great girl, and she believes in a lot of things, like no cursing, and no sex before marriage. That's fine, and I agreed to support her with both of those things. That means that I haven't had sex in a while, and it was one of the reasons I can't wait to get this wedding over with. I love having sex, but at this point, the last thing I want is to go to a place with beautiful naked women writhing around.

The bachelor party is like a rite of passage, so Raj, my best friend, and a bunch of my other buddies were insisting on throwing the best bachelor party they could. So, now we are in a hotel, waiting for the strippers to arrive. There was a knock on the door, and Raj let in the two strippers.

One of them was named Ragini. She was gorgeous, with a nice ass and good sized breasts. The other was a voluptuous woman named Sonakshi. She was absolutely gorgeous. She had long, straight, black hair, dark chocolate skin, a nice round ass, and very large breasts. Her body is perfectly proportioned, her thin waist showing she is in great shape. Raj talked to both of them. At one point, they all glance at me. Sonakshi licked her lips. Then, the strippers went to one of the bedrooms. After a few minutes, they emerged.

Ragini was wearing a purple bra and a matching purple thong. Sonakshi was wearing a stretchy pink bra, and some matching short shorts. The lights are dimmed, some rap music is turned on, and they start to dance in front of me. My eyes tended to stay on Sonakshi, and I think Ragini started to notice, so she jumped on my lap. She rubbed her decent sized breasts against my chest, an as she did, she undid her bra and peeled it off, revealing her perky breasts, nipples hard. She pulled my head down and rubbed her breasts against my face. I closed my eyes and let this wash over me. She started to grind against my hardening dick. I could tell she was getting a little turned on. Finally, Sonakshi put her hand on Ragini's shoulder and pulled her away so she could take her turn.

Sonakshi stood up on the couch in front of me. She started to twirl her hips in front of me. I was mesmerized by her sexy body. She turned around and started to shake her sexy, large booty in my face. It's not crazy big, like some guys like, but it was large, round, and firm, and it pushed away from her back like a shelf. The bottom halves of her ass cheeks hung out of her shorts. She started to lower her shorts in front of me, until her ass cheeks emerged, bare, divided by a hot pink thong. She stepped out of her shorts and rubbed my face against her ass. She turned around and dropped into my lap. I let out a groan as she temporarily knocked the air out of me. She peeled off her bra, and there sat her massive breasts. They looked so perfect. She grabed my hands and placed them on her ass. Then, she rose up and forced my face against her luscious breasts. I started drowning in their softness. Memories of my past flashed into my mind. Sweaty tangled bodies, large breasts bouncing, un-imagined pleasure. I returned to the present. I suddenly realized I shouldn't be doing this. I started to panic, and she noticed.

"Calm down baby, it's okay." She whispered into my ear, so no one around can hear. ”I know you been watching me all night. You can't take your eyes off of me. Wanna do something about it? Want to get it out of your system?"

I started to panic again. Is she offering what I think she's offering? I can't do this. I pushed her away, and stood up.

"All right, all right." I said laughing as everyone groans. "Hey guys, I don't want this to go too far." I said. They groan but comply. I mainly spend the rest of the night talking to my friends and drinking. My friends got their money's worth on the strippers, as they hang around, dancing for everyone. As they finally prepared to leave, Sonakshi bounced over to me, leaned into my ear, and whispered, "If you ever want to get it out of your system, let me know."

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The day was Saturday, and I just got married. It was the greatest day of my life. We were surrounded by all my friends and family. It was a lovely ceremony as I married the love of my life, the woman I always wanted to be with. In all the times I thought about getting married, the one thing I didn't envision was how horny I would be, all day long. I just wanted to get to our honeymoon suite and make love to my wife. But we had to perform all the things necessary on a wedding day. The ceremony, the pictures, the reception, etc. I just wanted to get it over with. As I danced with my wife at the reception, I looked around the dance floor. I noticed all the good looking women at the ceremony, and had a quick thought that of all the adult women at the ceremony, my wife, by far, had the smallest breasts. Jacqueline, the maid of honor, Kareena, her older sister, Rani, her mother, and all the others were quite sizable in that sense. I quickly squashed this thought, and continued to dance.

Now, I stand in the bathroom looking at the mirror. I'm a married man. My wife was my true love, the woman I wanted to be with. Right? Did I regret this? Did I make the right choice? I smile to myself. Yes. Yes I did. I head out into the honeymoon suite, where my wife is waiting, ready to make this marriage official.

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It was just the beginning of spring, a few months after the wedding. Married life has been great. We were having a great time together. Our sex life was great. I have never been this happy. Today is a Saturday. Priya is talking on the phone with Kareena, talking about how she has to go in to work today. This call goes on for awhile, before she had to end it and start getting ready to go. Priya gave me a kiss before she went out to her car and drove away. I had a nice day of lying around and watching baseball planned out. About an hour later, there was a knock at the door. I got up and opened it. There stood Kareena, wearing tight black pants and a tight yellow, stretchy top. Her hair looked tussled.

"Hey Kareena, what's up?" I asked.

"Well, I just finished up at the gym, and I thought I could swing by and have a swim in your pool." She said, stepping in.

"Okay." I said. Kareena walked by and dropped her gym bag. She opened it up and dug through it.

"Damn, I forgot my bikini. Do you think Priya would mind if I borrowed one of hers?" Kareena asked.

"I don't see why she would." I said to her back as she was already walking into the bedroom. Kareena shut the door. I waited in the living room, until she emerged wearing a black bikini that looked way too small for her.

"God, this barely fits, but it was the only two-piece I could find." Kareena said. She adjusted her top and her boobs jiggled as she did so. The bottoms rode up high on her legs. "I've never seen so many one-piece bikinis in my life. How often does she wear this one?" Kareena asked.

"Not much." I said, drinking in her awesome body.

"So, are you gonna join me?" she asked, shaking her hair.

"Yeah, I'll see you out there." I told her. Kareena smiled, turned, and walked outside. I watched her ass shake as the bikini rode up her ass. I shook some lewd thoughts out of my head as I went to get my suit on. As I shut the door to my bedroom, I saw the pile of Kareena's clothes on the floor. On top of it were her thong panties. God, what I wouldn't give to see her in those. Wait, what am I thinking? I shook my head again and put my suit on. I went outside and see her dive perfectly into the water. Kareena emerged with her back to me. She looks down and fixes her top. She turned and smiled.

"Oops, my boobs fell out." She said, turning and displaying the fact that her top was covering her boobs again. I was definitely disappointed.

"Come on. Jump in." Kareena suggested. I dove in. I swam around a bit, as does she, before she walked up the stairs and out of the pool. She grabbed a towel and started to dry herself off.

"So, Priya's gone all day?" She asked, as she leaned over to dry off her legs. My eyes couldn't help but jump to her cleavage. She looked up at me as my eyes darted away.

"Yeah, she's working on this big case." I said.




"Got any plans?" she asked, straightening up.

"No, not really." I said.

"So, you wanna hang out? I got nothing better planned." She said.

"Uh, sure. What do you want to do?" I asked.

"Well, the first thing I want to do is eat. I'm starving. I could really go for some of that great spaghetti you make." Kareena said with a smile. I smiled.

"Well, at least someone appreciates my cooking." I said, smiling as I stepped out of the pool. She laughed.

"Gaurav, you're a kick ass cook. I can't believe Priya doesn't like your food. She's such a freak sometimes." Kareena said smiling. I smiled as we walked inside. I changed back into my clothes, and she showered and changed into her clothes too.

"God, today's gonna be so much fun." She said. I was getting the stuff ready to cook. She started to help. She bent over to get out the pots. The thong she was wearing is pulled up above her pants, so it was clearly visible. She stood back up and put the pots on the counter. In no time at all, the spaghetti was ready, and we were sitting at the table, eating.

"Mmm, this is so good." She said

"Thanks." I replied.

"I love spaghetti. It's good for stamina." She said.

"Hmm." I said, nodding. We finished up, and I cleaned the dishes. I turned back to her.

"So, what do you want to do?" I asked her. She smirked.

"To be honest, Gaurav, I think we should just get naked and fuck each other." Kareena said, very matter-of-factly. I stepped back in shock.

"What?!" I said, alarmed. She started to walk towards me.

"You heard me. Priya will never know. And it's obviously what you've always wanted." Kareena said like it was incredibly obvious.

"Kareena, I don't want to have sex with you." I told her. She laughed.

"Yeah right. You are always checking me out. I'm surprised Priya hasn't noticed. But, she has always been pretty clueless." Kareena said.

"Excuse me?!" I said, angry.

"You know it's true. Priya is an idiot. I mean, what's up with her no swearing, no sex before marriage, one-piece bikini bullshit. She's obviously not woman enough for a man like you. You look at every woman you pass by. You're a very dirty boy, and she's clueless for not noticing it." Kareena said, standing with her hip pointed and her hands gesturing in the air.

"Kareena, I love my wife more than anything. And I won't have you come into my house and insult her honor like this!" I said angrily.

"Insult her honor? Ha! What the hell are you talking about? Gaurav, face it, she's dumb, and she's ugly. A man like you shouldn't be dragged down by an ugly retard like her! You deserve a woman like me, and you know it. Compare her to me. I'm a fucking goddess. She's an ugly troll! " Kareena yelled out.

"You will get the heck out of my house now!" I yelled out, as angry as I've ever been.

"That's not what you really want. You want to rip off my clothes, throw me on your bed, and fuck me till I scream!" she said, her face filled with passion.

"That's the last thing I want Kareena. So will you please leave my house now." I said, gesturing her to walk out. Kareena stepped over to me and grabbed my penis in her hand.

"If that's the last thing you want, then why is your cock so fucking hard." She said, running her hand up and down my hard penis. I was taken aback.

"My, My penis is hard, because...." I stumbled out, before she interrupted.

"Cut the crap, Gaurav! It's not a penis. It's a cock. Jesus, she's starting to get to you. I'll work that out of you fast. Just admit that you want to put your huge throbbing cock in my tight little pussy, and then we'll get down to business." Kareena said.

"Kareena, you aren't half the woman Priya is." I yelled out, shoving her hand away from me. Kareena laughed.

"Are you kidding! Gaurav, look at my tits!" Kareena said. I couldn't help but glance down at her huge breasts.

"Gaurav, Priya is flat as a board. Men like you deserve a woman with big fucking tits. Look at my fucking tits. Imagine, when you make me your woman, these will be all yours. You are obsessed these things, imagine playing with them whenever you want, squeezing them. They are so soft. They are even perkier than you imagine. God, I'm so hot right now." Kareena said.

"Just because you have big breasts doesn't make you a better woman." I said.

"Yeah, it does. You love women with big tits. Who doesn't? No one would blame you for fucking me. Cause I am the better woman. If you don't think my tits are enough, how about the fact that I'm smarter, I'm way fucking prettier, I have better hair, better legs, a way better ass, a tighter pussy, and I'm in much better shape. I can fuck for hours." Kareena said.

"You're a slut. I don't deal with sluts." I said.

"Duh. Of course I'm a slut. Sluts like me fuck their sister's husbands. And that's why you love me. Because I'm a slut who will do anything. Any position, any way you want. I bet she only fucks in the missionary position." Kareena said. I looked down. "God, it's true. God what a dumb ass she is. I bet she makes you wear a condom every time you fuck, too." I looked down again. "Ha" Kareena laughed.
"Get out of my house, now!" I said, incensed.

"Gaurav, this is a one-time offer. I don't like being denied. If you turn this down, you will never get another chance. You will always wonder what could have been. You will always wonder what these tits look like. You will never see any like these again. So, why take the risk? Just let go. Let's take our clothes off, go into your bedroom, and fuck each others brains out for the rest of the day." Kareena offered.

"Leave." I said simply.

"The minute I leave, you'll be kissing these jugs goodbye forever. You'll never get to see them. We both know you want them. I'll tell you what. Just indulge me for a few minutes. Let's talk about my tits for a few minutes. If you describe what you think about them, honestly, then I will walk out, if you still want me too. Okay? Does that sound good?" She said quietly.

"You're saying that if I talk about your b-breasts..." I started

"Tits. My tits, Gaurav." She said suggestively.

"Fine. If I describe what I think of your tits, then you will leave." I said.

"Of course." Kareena said quietly with a smile.

"Fine, they're really big, okay?" I said

"How big?" She asked.

"Okay, they're huge. You have massive tits. You have big, beautiful jugs. They jiggle when you walk. You satisfied?" I asked.

"Finally, you're being honest with me! But I'm not quite satisfied. Don't you really wish that your wife had huge tits like mine?" Kareena asked.

"Yes. I wish she did, okay? I wish my wife had huge jugs like yours. That's the one thing I would change about her." I said angrily.

"Yeah, the one thing!" Kareena said sarcastically. "It's too bad." She said. She started to walk towards me. I backed up into a wall. She pressed herself against me and grabbed my hard cock again. "It's too bad you'll never want to fuck your wife again after today. Because right now, I'm gonna suck your cock. You're huge, throbbing cock. And then we are gonna fuck on your bed. And once that happens, you'll never fuck your ugly ass wife again." Kareena said. Her hand reached into my shorts and took a hold of my cock.

"Oh god." I said, responding to her touch. I can't push her away. She fished my dick out of my shorts, and it popped out and pointed directly at her, nine inches and thick. My shorts dropped to the ground.

"Wow, you're big. Perfect for a slut like me." She said. She kneeled onto her knees. She started stroking my dick. Pre-cum dripped out of the head. I try to pushed her hands away, but she brushed them off. "Your dick is telling me that you really like this." She whispered. She opened her mouth, and shoved my dick into it. She inhaled my cock, getting all of it into her mouth, her throat massaging the head.

"Oh my god." I said, looking up. Her tongue was all over my cock. Her mouth felt so good. I shouldn't let this happen, but this whore is sucking my dick so freaking well. Her mouth goes up and down as she bobbed her head on my cock. She pulled my dick out of her mouth. My dick emerged, covered in her drool. Some of the spit connected my dick to her mouth.

"Mmm, your dick tastes so good. I knew it would." She said. She smiled evilly and stood up. "I would finish you off, but I don't think that's what either of us want. How about we just cut the foreplay, and get down to business." She said, smiling. She grabbed my hand and led me to my bedroom. We walked into the bedroom and she shoved me against a wall. Before I could react, she shoved her tongue in my mouth. I couldn't help but go along with it. We started swapping spit as her hand stroked my dick again. I can't believe this. I'm French kissing my wife's sister. My sister-in-law. And she's so good at kissing, and she sucked my dick so well. She pulled my shirt off so I'm completely naked. She gave me one last peck. Then, she pulled away.

"Okay Gaurav, sit on the bed." Kareena said. She pushed me to the bed, and I can't fight it. I sat on the bed, confused how I ended up here. She looked down at me, breathing hard. She smiled wide.

"All right baby. You've just got to do one thing before I get naked and we do the nasty. Just admit you want to fuck me. That is all that is separating you from this body." She said. I shook my head.

"I can't. I can't betray my wife like this." I said, sadly. I knew where this was gonna end up.

"Gaurav, would it help if I show you my underwear? I know you want to see my thong." She said. "Gaurav, I've already sucked your dick. What more harm would it be to see me in my underwear?" she added. I shook my head, and then I looked up at her and nodded.

"There you go. I knew it would help." She said. She grabbed the bottom of her blouse and lifted her top up and off. There she stood, in a lacy white bra. I can make out the outline of her hard nipples through the fabric. She leaned over and pulled her pants down before she stepped out of them. There Kareena stood, in her bra and matching thong panties. The panties barely covered her pussy. There was a big wet spot on the front of her panties. She turned around and shows me her amazing, heart-shaped ass, with the thong fabric going between her muscular cheeks. Then she turned and faced me.

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Chapter 1 - Sexy Sister in Law - Kareena - Continued

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"Okay Gaurav, the moment of truth. Admit you want to fuck this body, and it's all yours." She said. She reached behind her back and unsnapped her bra. She toyed with it, waiting for my answer.

"I want to fuck you, Kareena." I admitted, finally. "I want to fuck you so fucking hard. I always have. I love your huge fucking tits. I think about them every day. They are just so big." I said, looking at her, pleading to see them.

"If you had the choice of seeing my tits or fucking your wife, what would you choose?" she asked, smiling evilly.

"I'd choose your tits, without question." I said. Then, she smiled, and finally let the bra fall to the floor. For the first time, my eyes were able to feast on Kareena's big, bare tits. Her nipples were hard, surrounded by large, smooth, areolas. My jaw dropped, not believing this sight. Her tits were amazingly firm, with very little sag. She bent over and slipped off her thong. I looked down at her neatly trimmed pussy, just the way I like them. I started stroking my cock as she rubbed her pussy.

"Alright, baby, it's time to fuck!" she said. She pushed me onto my back. I pulled my legs up onto the bed. Kareena straddled me and sat on my stomach. She leaned over and stuck her tongue in my mouth again. We furiously made out for a few minutes. Her tits pressed against my chest, and I can feel her hard nipples against me. I'm done resisting. I let my hands roam all over her back, and I let them roam down to her ass. I squeezed her muscular ass as I humped my cock against her, searching for her pussy. She pulled back and smiled.

"Okay love. This is it. You realize that you're about to have the best sex of your life. One long, hot session, of crazy, mind blowing, fucked up sex. You'll never be able to go back to Priya after this. You will never be the same after today." She reached under herself and grabbed my hard dick. She gave it a few quick strokes, then pointed it up at her pussy. She lowered her soaking wet pussy towards it. The tip of my cock pressed against her pussy. Then, the tip of my cock slipped into her.

"Oh my god!" I grunted out. Kareena lowered herself down further, and my cock went farther and farther inside her. Soon, I am all the way inside of her. Her pussy is wrapped around my cock, all the way to the base of it. She tightened the muscles in her pussy around my cock.

"You like that? You like my tight pussy around your big cock?" Kareena asked, her hands pushing on my chest to hold herself up. The pleasure I felt is greater than anything I've ever felt. Her pussy is easily the best I've ever felt. She's doing things to my cock I didn't think were possible.

"Oh god! It's amazing!" I said, out of breath. Then, she started to bounce on my dick. At first, the bounces are small, but then, she started rocking her body all the way up and down my cock, slamming herself on me. I looked up and saw her huge tits just bouncing everywhere. I can't resist. I reached up, and wrapped both of my hands around her tits. I squeezed them over and over again, not believing what I'm feeling. I pinched her nipples, and she groaned. Then, she reached to my head and grabbed it. She pulled me up so my face went straight in between her tits. She rubbed them all over my face, and I just take it. She bounced even harder on my dick, as I pounded up into her. I opened my mouth and licked all over her breasts as they rubbed all over me. My mouth found her nipple, and I sucked on it hard as we both grunted in pleasure. This position is uncomfortable for me, so despite the great view I had, I wrapped my hands around her, and turned her so she fell onto her back on the bed. I followed her so my cock stayed inside her, and now I'm on top of her. She looked up into my eyes. I looked down at her, with a mix of disgust and absolute lust.

"You're loving this, aren't you? You must be if your dick is so hard." Kareena said, smiling wide. I looked down at her and started pounding her pussy.

"Oh, Gaurav. You must not like your wife that much if you're pounding a slut like me so hard? Am I right?" she asked.

"Yes, you're right." I said, giving her what she wanted to hear. I pounded her harder.

"Oh, fuck me, Gaurav. You don't even like your wife, do you? What kind of "happily married man" looks at other women like you do? You dream about cheating on her, don't you? You hate your wife! She's an ugly piece of shit who is clueless about men. The only women you care about are sluts like me. Tell me! Tell me I'm right. Tell me how much you hate your wife!" she screamed out. I can't resist doing what she told me.

"YES. I fucking hate my wife. She's so fucking ugly. I can't stand to be seen with her. The only reason I married her is to be closer to you. I love cheating on her, because I love whores like you. Sluts like you are real women. You sluts care about your men, plus sluts like you always have big tits. I can't fucking stand flat-chested women." I said, without thinking, as I pounded into her as hard as I can. I stuck my face between her heaving breasts. I'm surrounded on all sides by her tits.

"Oh god, Gaurav, you're gonna make me cum! Tell me how much you love me! Tell me you love me more than your wife!" Kareena screamed, digging her nails hard into my back. She needed to hear it. She needed to hear him say it.

"I love you Kareena! I love you so much more than my wife! You're such a huge slut! I wish I married you!" I screamed out.

"OH YES! OH FUCK! YES!" she screamed. Her pussy tightened around my cock spasmodically as she came hard on my cock. The pleasure is too much for me to take. I started cumming inside her. I kept pounding her as hard as I could, as I came harder than I ever have. I released load after load into her. Finally, we both collapsed onto the bed, exhausted. I rolled off of her and my dick popped out of her pussy. It was still hard, and covered with our combined juices. We are both breathing hard, coming down from our high. Rrrinngg! The phone rang. I considered ignoring the call, but I decided to grab it.

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"Hello?" I said, out of breath.

"Hey, baby, it's me." Priya said.

"Oh, hi honey." I said, panicking due to the fact that I'm lying in bed with my wife's hot naked older sister while talking to my wife.

"How's your day going? Why are you out of breath?" she asked, genuinely curious, as she always was. Meanwhile, Kareena has perked up, knowing that I'm talking to my wife. She smiled evilly and crawled along the bed, her massive tits hanging down. She got between my legs, took my cock into her hand, and started stroking me as she looked up at me.

"Uh, it's been fine. Just got in from a run. What do you need?" I asked, wanting to know why she called in the middle of the day.

"Well, I'm done here at work, but the car is messing up again, so I had to have it towed. I was wondering if you could pick me up. I was thinking I could get a table over at Chili’s and we could meet for lunch, then we'll drive back" she suggested. My cock is now at full hardness again, as Kareena stroked me. I needed to get Priya off the phone, now, before she figured out what was going on.

"Yeah, that sounds good. Listen, I gotta go. I'll see you soon, okay baby." I said quickly.

"All right. I love you." Priya said.

"I love you too." I said quickly and hung up the phone.

"What does she want?" Kareena said with disgust as she jacked my dick. The impact of what we just did was starting to hit me. I brushed her hands off of me and stood up.

"I gotta go. She needs me to pick her up." I said, not looking at Kareena.

"Fuck her. Let her wait. What do you care? You hate her as much as I do." She said incredulously.

"I love Priya." I said quietly, turning away from her.

"Well, that's not what you said while you were fucking me. All you could go on about was how much you hated her." Kareena said, wrapping her hair around her finger.

"I just got lost in the moment." I said.

"No you didn't. You really hate your wife." Kareena said.

"No I don't. Listen, what happened was a mistake. You should leave. This can never happen again." I told her.

"Gaurav, don't feel guilty. You loved it as much as I did. As much as you think you love your wife, you know that we're going to fuck each other again and again and again. You love me. You love me more than you ever loved that hag wife of yours." Kareena said.

"Why do you hate Priya so much?" I asked, curious.

"I hate her for the same reason you do. She's ugly, she's dumb, she's stuck up. She thinks she's hot shit. She thinks she's better than everyone, just because she's a fancy lawyer. She acts like she brings in all this money, but she brings in nothing. You're the bread winner in the house, baby. She always lectures me about getting a job, but it's clear she's the idiot. All she cares about is herself, and looking important and respectable. But real women like me don't kid ourselves. Men don't care about responsibility. All men care about is having great sex with hot babes. I care for my men. Oh, do I care for them. And in return, they give me whatever I want. Everyone wins." Kareena said, finishing her speech. As much as I hated to admit it, my cock was getting harder. I had to get away.

"Kareena, I need to go pick Priya up. You need to leave." I told her. Kareena rolled her eyes.

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"Alright Gaurav, I'll make you a deal. If you ignore your wife, and stay here and play with me some more, I'll let you fuck me in the ass." She said, turning away, and pointing her perfect ass at me. My eyes widen in shock. Kareena looks back at me "C'mon, Gaurav. You know only want to do it. Only real sluts like me let their man fuck their ass. And you're my man now, Gaurav." Kareena said. I just stand there, really tempted. Her ass looks so fucking good. "C'mon, Gaurav, we both know you're going to do it. Here, I'll spread the cheeks for you." She said, using her chest to hold her weight as she reached behind her and spread the cheeks. I could see Kareena's asshole.

"I've never fucked a girl in the ass." I said, staring at her ass.

"Well if you ever want to, now is the time, because we both know Priya will never let you, as if anyone would want to fuck her ass." Kareena said. I still couldn't get myself to go over, despite wanting too. "Okay Gaurav, how about you just put the tip of your dick in my ass, then you can go. Then you can said you've fucked a girl in the ass, okay?" Kareena offered. I nod.

"Okay, but just the tip, okay. I don't want to fuck you again. I just want to know what it feels like." I said, justifying my actions.

"Okay Gaurav." She said with a smile. I went over and got on my knees behind her on the bed. I grabbed my rock hard cock and put it against her asshole. I pushed into her until my cock slip into her, her juices lubricating my dick. I just pushed the tip inside. The pleasure was amazing.

"Oh god, Gaurav. Your dick is so big! God, it feels so good doesn't it?" She asked.

"Yes!" I grunted out in pleasure.

"Listen Gaurav. You'll need to cum before you leave. If you show up to Priya with your dick as hard as a rock, she'll know something is up. She knows she could never turn on a man that much." Kareena said. She's right. Priya would start to ask questions if she saw me as hard as I am now. I'd better just fuck Kareena's ass, to protect our marriage. I started to push my dick deeper into her ass. Soon, I got my dick all the way inside her ass.

"Uhh, there you go, Gaurav. Fuck me. Fuck my whore ass!" she screamed out. Kareena was now on her hands and knees as I fucked her ass as hard as I can. Her massive tits are swaying below her as I fucked her.

"God, it feels so good!" I yelled out. I reached under her and cupped her breasts in my hands. I squeezed over and over again. "I love fucking you so much. I fucking love your body." I told her, pounding her.

"Ugh, Gaurav! Keep fucking me! You love my body more than you love your wife, don't you?" she screamed out, shoving her ass back at me.

"YES! I do!" I screamed out.

"You love me more than your wife, don't you?!" she screamed out.

"Yes, oh god yes!" I said.

"You'll give me whatever I want, right Gaurav?" she asked.

"Anything!" I screamed out. 'As long as I can fuck you!"

"Oh baby, we'll be fucking for a long, long time." She said. The fucking continues for awhile, with neither of us wanting it to end. Then, my cell phone started to ring. I let it ring. Kareena grabbed my phone, flipped it open, and looked at it.

"It's your wife. Probably wants to know what's taking you so long." Kareena said. I look at the clock. Shit! It's been a half hour since she called. The phone stopped ringing.

"Aahh, she left you a message. Let's have a listen." Kareena said. Suddenly, Priya's voice emerged from the phone.

"Hey Gaurav, just wondering what's taking you so long. I'm getting kinda worried. Call me when you get this." Priya said.

"She's getting worried, Gaurav. If you want, you could stop pounding my hot ass and call her back, or we could keep going till you cum in my ass. What do you think?" Kareena asked, looking over her shoulder, smiling lewdly. I grabbed her hips and started pounding her ass harder. She smiled, and tossed the phone away. She started screaming.

"Oh Gaurav! You're doing it. You're gonna make me cum! OH, FUCK!" she yelled. Her asshole clenched around my cock as she came. I couldn't hold back anymore. I started cumming in her ass. I was cumming in buckets. Finally, after a minute, it stopped. I fell to my back, completely drained. I was breathing hard. Kareena was on her stomach, gathering her strength back. I can see my cum leaking out of her ass. She got up and crawled over to me. She laid her body on mine. She leaned down and slipped her tongue into my mouth. We started to make out, again. Unbelievably, my dick started to get hard again. She could feel it poking at her. She leaned up, and, without taking her tongue from my mouth, grabbed my dick, and slid it into her pussy. She started bouncing on it again. I could feel her tits sliding against my chest. I pounded up into her as she came down on me. This session wouldn't last very long. I quickly rolled us both over. Our mouths separated. Her eyes flash in shock and lust. I took her legs, put them on my shoulders, and rolled her up so her face is in between her legs. I started pounding her as hard as I could, again.

"Pound me, Gaurav. Pound me!" she encouraged. Our sweat was intermingling as we fucked. I grunted and moaned as I pounded her. The phone rang again, but I ignored it as I kept on sliding my cock into Kareena’s hot pussy for a few more minutes. I finally came in her again as she came one last time. I rolled off of her completely exhausted. We lied in bed for a few minutes, getting our strength back. Finally, she stood up. I could see her perfect ass wiggle as she walked across the room. She started to talk as she put her clothes back on.
"Well, Gaurav, I know that if I let you, you'd be in here all day with me. But, I've got shit to do, and you've got to explain to your wife why you're an hour late. So, I'll see you later, lover." She finished, as she put her shirt on, and was now fully clothed again. She walked out of the room and out of the house. Now I am alone and naked on the bed. I get my bearings back, and the full gravity of what I just did hit me. I just cheated on my wife. I cheated on her with her sister, and it was the best sex of my life. I should be more disgusted with myself than I am. I just can't believe I did this to my wife. I love Priya. I should have never even thought about sex with Kareena, let alone actually doing it. I look at the clock. Kareena's right; it's been over an hour since Priya called. I stood up. I've got some explaining to do.

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Somehow, I was able to smooth things over with Priya. She was pissed when I called, but I told her that I was helping this guy who was having car problems, and that I lost track of time. She seemed to accept that, but she wasn't in the best of moods while we ate our lunch. I promised to make it up to her with a nice dinner.

So, we were both in the house later that day. She was more cheerful now than she was before. I was getting started on dinner as she was getting changed. I had changed the sheets on the bed, to cover my tracks. The guilt was absolutely killing me. I was now an adulterer. I've become the type of person I've always hated. I cheated on my wife, with my sister-in-law. And the sex was amazing. My dick was getting hard just thinking about it. I shook my head, clearing the thoughts of Kareena out of my head. I should probably just bite the bullet, and confess everything to Priya. But, I don't want to hurt her. She would fall apart if she knew I fucked her older sister. So, maybe I shouldn't tell her. But, no matter what, I gotta tell Kareena that what happened between us was a one time thing.


Priya came back downstairs, dressed more casually.

"Mmm, smells good." She said, walking into the room. She came up behind me and hugged me.

"I love you baby." She said.

"I love you too." I told her. Then, there was a knock at the door.

"I'll get it." She said. She walked out of the room. Curious, I followed her. Priya opened the door, and there stood Kareena, as sexy as ever. She was wearing low-cut jeans, and a tight, low-cut red blouse and high heels.

"Hey sis!" Priya said happily.

"Hey!" Kareena said. She walked in, smiling, and hugged Priya. "That blouse looks great on you." Kareena added.

"Oh, thanks!" Priya said. Kareena looked at me.

"Hi, Gaurav. It's been way too long since we last saw each other." She said. I smile nervously as she hugged me. The feel of her boobs against me started to get me hard again.

"So, what brings you here?" Priya asked.

"Well, I've kinda had a bad day. I was thinking we could all hang out tonight?" Kareena asked.

"Well, we've got this big dinner planned..." I started quickly.

"Oh, that's nonsense. Of course you can hang out with us." Priya interrupted.

"Thanks." Kareena said. Kareena was obviously lying through her teeth. I had to follow behind them as we walked to the kitchen. I couldn't help but stare at Kareena's jiggling ass. They started chatting in the kitchen like best friends while I continued making the dinner. Kareena was very nice and complimentary to Priya. This was hours after she screamed out how much she hated Priya. Kareena must be playing it up to get to me.

"Mmm, Gaurav, that smells so good. You know how I love what you cook up." Kareena said.

"Uh, thanks." I said uncomfortably. I cooked up the dinner, now for three. I finished up as they chatted and we sat at the table. Kareena sat across me, and Priya sat to my left. As I hear Kareena tell Priya some BS she made up about the bad things that happened to her today, I could feel Kareena push her bare foot against my crotch, rubbing my cock to full hardness. Priya completely bought in to what Kareena said.

"Oh yeah, I haven't told you yet. I got a new boyfriend." Kareena said with a big smile. She looked right at me, then back to Priya.

"Oh really, what's he like?" Priya asked, intrigued. Priya had never seemed to notice the fact that her sister is a gold digger, and a slut. She was kinda clueless to what kind of person Kareena really is.

"He's great. I think he might be the one, sis. He's a hunk, he's loaded, and we have a ton in common. We love the same things. We hate the same things. It's great." Kareena said, obviously talking about me.

"That's great. What's his name?" Priya asked.

"Actually, his name's Gaurav, too." Kareena said. Priya laughs.

"Ha, weird." Priya said. "Both of us might end up with a guy named Gaurav." Kareena was loving the fact that she was getting away with telling Priya so much about our affair without Priya figuring it out. We ate our dinner, with Kareena massaging my dick while providing me a great view of her ample cleavage.

"Well, I'd better get going. Leave you two lovebirds alone." Kareena said.

"Yeah, I might have to cook up something special for Gaurav once you leave." Priya said, being uncommonly flirty.

"Ooh, well I'll leave you two to that." Kareena said, smiling. She got up and grabbed her purse. She hugged her sister, then she hugged me. Her body felt so good against me. She pulled away and walked out. We shut the door. Then, Priya came over into my arms and kissed me. We pecked at each other for about a minute when there is another knock at the door. I walked over and open it. It's Kareena, again.

"Hey, sorry. My car's not starting. I was wondering if Gaurav could help me out." Kareena said. I knew this was not a good idea, but I had no way to say it.

"What's up with all the car problems today?" Priya said.

"Yeah, I know. I'll be right back." I said. I walked outside as Kareena shut the door and followed. We walked to her car, which was a very nice BMW, and I opened the hood. I looked inside, and she came up next to me and did the same.

"Gaurav, there's nothing wrong with the car. I just wanted to get you away from her. I don't know how you could stand listening to her babble on like an idiot. Thank god I got you out of there, right?" Kareena said.

"Kareena, my wife is not an idiot." I said. Kareena started to imitate my wife

"Huh, your boyfriend, and my husband have the same name. Huh, huh." Kareena said, imitating my wife to make her sound like a retard. "I mean, come on, Gaurav, how can she not figure it out?" Kareena added.

"Kareena, what happened between us can't..." I started.

"Shh, listen Gaurav. I want you to go inside and tell my sister that you're giving me a ride home, and you'll be right back. We'll talk about you and me in the car, okay?" Kareena said. I nodded. I went inside, talked to Priya, and grabbed my keys. I came back outside. Kareena was waiting next to the passenger door. I opened the doors, and she got in. I got in the driver's seat. I started the car and backed out.

"We'll pick up my car tomorrow. I'm sure you'll be able to fix it up by then. To be honest, I'm getting bored with this car, anyway. Maybe you can buy me a new one. I'd really like a sports car." Kareena said.

"Kareena, you have the wrong idea about me. I love my wife. I am satisfied with her. What we did can never happen again." I told her.