I have been told that I have a very sexy body. My husband Mitesh
loves to display my legs
and my 34C cup breasts to his friends and in public. You see, I am
deeply in love with my
husband and been a good Indian wife very rarely I have courage to
disobey him. Mitesh
knows my weakness very well and he freely takes advantage of this
situation. We have
been married over ten years, he is a good husband, a good provider
and very generous in
giving me gifts and buying me dresses of my choice.
When we are not in company of conservative friends, he makes me
wear dresses of his
choice (mostly sexy), revealing dresses where my smooth body is
exhibited to the full
extent of law but occasionally crossing the line of obscenity. He
also has ordered me to
buy high skirts, tight semi-transparent blouses, and wired bras. Oh..
I love to wear western
style skirt and blouse or Indian style blouse-sari set. However, I am
only allowed to buy
tiny, transparent panties so that my pubic hairs will shows if he has
to lift my skirt in front of
his friends. But hey, like I said, I am in love with him and being
his wife, I trust his judgment
on what I should wear and how I behave in public.
Anyway, on last vacation we went to Las Vegas and stayed in Hilton
towers. Mitesh's
office colleague Peter who works with him with the same company was
taking the
vacation as well with him and was staying in the same Hotel on the
same floor. You see
they decided to go to Vegas together. Peter is Italian by race,
divorcee, more aged than my
husband.
I never liked Peter because he always lusts for me. Whenever he
came to our house, he
would always kiss me longer than normal and he always tries to move
his hands on my
back way down like he is trying to grab my butt.
Every time Peter plans on having dinner with us, Mitesh always
makes me wear a very
small tight Indian blouse of thin material so that curves of my
breasts are clearly visible. All
my blouses have low cut back and front so my back is naked and my
cleavage shows in
front. he makes me tie my sari so low that it is always below my
navel button. Also, I am
only allowed to wear a soft bra so that my nipples are clearly
visible through the material.
Every time I am told to serve Peter drinks, i.e. when I bend down in
front of Peter, my pallu
slides down giving Peter a clear view of either my breasts. I
complaints to Mitesh many
times and asked him not to make me wear sexy clothes in front of
Peter but he does not
listen to me in these matters.
As a result, every time Peter is in our house, he always try to
denude me with his eyes.
Many times I complaint to Mitesh that peter looks at me with lusty
eyes and I don't like him.
He always replied that hey he is just paying me a compliment on my
beauty and I should
be grateful. He would say, "and besides peter is single guy, let him
enjoy a looking at your
hot sexy body". You see I like flattery so I generally get wet
hearing this from my husband,
and I never seriously objected to Peter's lusting for my body.
Anyway, here we were in Vegas and Mitesh called Peter and told
him to meet us at the
black jack tables area. I put on an Indian sari-blouse green dress,
which accentuated my
34 C breasts by thrusting them out. My small blouse made of very
thin material had four
buttons in the front. My blouse was cut so deep that half of my
breasts were visible. I
carefully covered my breasts with my sari . Mitesh also told me to
tie my sari way low so
that most of my white torso would be naked. I knew Peter was gonna
have fun looking me
over, but heck I was with my husband so I did not care.
Anyway, Peter came down same time as we did. Mitesh and Peter
started playing and I
was watching the game and drinking margaritas. You see I have a
weakness for
margaritas, I can not say no to margaritas. and by 11 O'clock in the
night, I was feeling that
I was fully drunk. Also, all those margaritas were making me go pee.
I whispered in Mitesh's ear,
"Honey I need to go pee"
"Then go" Mitesh said.
"I am too drunk, please take me to the bathroom"
Mitesh was enjoying the game, he got a little irritated. In my
drunken state, I heard Mitesh
say in a rather loud voice:
"Aarti, I can not leave now, I am in the middle of a game here"
Peter asked Mitesh, "what is the matter Mitesh?
"she needs to go pee but I can not leave the game" (I felt so
embarrassed)
Peter said "no problem. I will help her out, that is if you don't
mind?"
"Heck, why would I mind, But she is too drunk. I don't think she can
go to ladies room by
herself."
Peter said " No problem, she can use my room."
Mitesh said " OK. just take care of her, while I finish the game"
Next thing I remember, Peter was grabbing my arms and lifting me
from my stool. As soon
as I stood up, I realized, I had no strength to walk straight and
felt I may fell down unless I
hold on to something. I must have grabbed Peters shoulder. I thought
I saw a wide smile
on Peter's face.
Like I told you, I do not like this guy Peter, but here, I was needy.
So I grabbed his arm and
shoulder tightly with my both hands so I would not fall. Peter put
one of his arm on my
waist and virtually pulled me to him so that my body was touching his
body. For safety
reasons, I had to cling to him. You know I am a good Indian wife and
I would never cheat
on my husband so I was very careful that my body do not come in
contact with his crotch
area so he does not get any funny ideas.
While he was dragging me to the elevators, I distinctly remember his
hand grabbing my
butt. At that time, I did not see any harm in that. After all the guy
left his game for me. I
remember vision of Peter pressing the elevator button which were in a
remote location. we
had to wait for the elevators.
Next thing I remember was that my head was buried in Peter's chest
and my eyes were
closed. I was in front of him, with every inch on my body touching
his body. He was holding
me with both hands massaging my back and occasionally my butts. I
was feeling his erect
cock touching my stomach through my sari . My both hands were over
his shoulders,
behind his head. I felt my pussy was getting wet.
I am not sure when the elevator door opened or who came out
because my head was
buried in his chest and he was holding and massaging my buttocks. I
can not tell you if any
one saw us in that state or if anyone came out of the elevators but I
remember that we
were alone in the elevator when the doors were closing.
I had a feeling that till I go back to my husband, I would be at
the mercy of this guy who I
just do not like. And I was correct. The minute, elevator moved,
Peter made me stand up
by the side of the elevator so that his hands were free. He
immediately started grabbing
my breasts and pinching my nipples through my thin blouse. Well, I
did not protest. After all
the guy left his game for me.
Then he got encouraged and decided to unbutton two top buttons of
my blouse so that
he can look at my milky white globes. Once he half opened my blouse,
he has clear view
of my half domes popping out of black lace bra. I could feel his cock
on my stomach.
Being a faithful Indian wife, I protested: "Peter please, don't do
this"
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