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" He responded by opening rest of the buttons of my
blouse. Now my bra covered melons were fully exposed except that his
hands were covering them. Although my pussy was wet and I was strangely
excited, I became a little concerned. Inside the elevator it was
probably OK but what if someone comes in the elevator?
And
exactly same thing happened. Suddenly elevator stopped, door opened,
and I saw two men standing outside. I immediately clung to Peter so
that my nudity would be covered by Peter's chest and hoping that no one
would notice that he had my blouse fully open in the front. I had to
stay clung to this guy that I hate for nex t few floors, all the time he
was holding me by my buttocks and showing me of to other two men. All
three males in the elevators were smiling and exchanging glances. I was
feeling so humiliated that I decided to closed my eyes, which relaxed
me. Finally, our floor came and Peter dragged me out of the elevator
virtually lifting me because I was clinging with him so close. We were
in the hotel gallery with rooms on both sides. In the gallery, he made
me stand by the wall and took off my blouse completely. I did not say a
word. But when he pulled on my sari I could not keep quite. I could
hear myself mumbling meekly, "Peter please do not do this... "Peter why
are you doing this... "Peter please someone will come... "I am feeling
so ashamed." "Aarti, I do not want to get your sari ruined when you go
pee. We need to take your sari off." I had no resistance left in me.. I
begged him.. "Peter can you do it in your room" "please, I am feeling
very shy.
Don't
take my sari off here... someone may come" "Oh! come on Aarti, it is 1
O'clock in the night. No one will come. Besides, we are right outside
my room." He raised both my hands above my head and held them their
with his one hand. With his other hand, he pulled on my green sari till
it was just a file of cloth at my feet. Now, I was standing in the
hallway in my black bra and green petticoat. He touched me between my
legs. It felt so good. I closed my eyes while standing against the wall.
Then he pulled on the thread holding my Petticoat . Pretty soon, my
petticoat was also on the floor leaving me naked in the hotel hallway
with my black bra and semi transparent panties. I know he must be having
a time of his life looking at my pubic muff visible though my panties.
I did not have pantyhose or stockings. In my drunken condition, I
tried to console myself.. "OK, that is it" ... "he can not do much
now". "He had his fun". I begged "Peter.. Please I have to go pee"..
"can we go to your room now?" "OK. Aarti. But first take off your
panties.
I
don't want you to ruin your panties." Peter grinned. "Can I do it in
the bath room?" "Oh come on, you are a big girl, don't be shy, give me
your panties." I felt I had no choice but to obey him. which I did. I
bend over and pulled my panties down, In the process, I was gonna fall
down but thanks to Peter who held me by grabbing both my breasts in his
hands. I was able to take off my panties without collapsing. Suddenly, I
saw those two men again standing in the gallery about 5 rooms away,
they were witnessing the whole thing and smiling. I think I shrieked,
which made the situation worst. I flung my nude body at Peter and clung
to him asking him to please cover me with his body. He obliged me
gladly with his hands now on my totally naked buttocks. I closed my
eyes. I said to my self: "it is a bad dream, these men would
disappear". "If I don't see them they don't see me". Peter took his
time opening the door. Finally I was in Peter's room in his arms, naked
except for my bra. Suddenly I remembered, in the rush I left my
sari-blouse-petticoat" outside in the gallery. Peter said don't worry
about your clothes, those men just want to smell your panties so they
can have a feel of your pussy smell. Let them have their fun. I felt
very humiliated but I had to go pee.
Peter
took me to the toilet, made me sit on the seat. I said "you can leave
now." "I think I will stay, no taking chances in your state." Peter
said. "I told Mitesh I will take care of you" At that time I did not
care, I had to go now, I spurted a thick yellow color stream of piss
from my pussy lips right in front of Peter. After that was done I shot
many intermittent small streams of pee. Peter was examining my pussy and
smiling. Then he took some toilet paper and went down and cleaned my
pussy. I never thought that I would be naked in front of Peter and allow
him to touch my pussy. I could not get up, I said "Peter can you help
me get up from the seat" "With a wide grin he said "of course". His one
hand grabbed my pussy and other on my arm. He easily lifted me by my
pussy. While in the room, he said are you sure you are not leaking piss?
I said "No"... "I am OK." He said "Aarti, lay down on the bed and
spread your legs. I need to ensure that you are not leaking piss from
your pussy" I didn't know what to say. I was just feeling dizzy. He
sorts of pushed me onto the bed. I closed my eyes and spread my legs so
he can examine my pussy. By this time I realized that I was totally on
mercy of this person and I better obey what he says. I do not remember
what Peter was doing in my pussy, I think he was massaging my lit and
putting his fingers in my hole. I only remember that I was feeling
great, and I was feeling my pussy getting wet and suddenly, I realized I
wanted him to message my pussy. I must have been moaning loudly in my
drunken state because Peter knew I was now his sex toy. Next I
remember, he was removing my bra muttering something like "you don't
need it now."
When
he went down between my legs to lick my pussy with his tongue, I heard
him say... "I better make sure your pussy is very clean". I spread my
legs to full extent to give him as much room as possible. I must have
cum in my excitement. I remember his thick hot prick pumping inside my
wet pussy. He was on top of me clawing squeezing my breasts and playing
with my nipples. I remember lifting my legs and putting on his butts
so that all his penis would be inside me. I must have been moaning and
making loud sexual sounds because next I remember was a knock on the
door. Peter got off me and went to answer while I was laying totally
naked in his bed. What if my husband is at the door? How would he feel
seeing his young sexy wife laying in his colleague 's bed totally naked?
Peter was talking to someone at the door... I could hear .. green
dress... sounds ... what's happening...? When I opened my eyes, I saw
again those two awful men staring at my naked body. I felt like dying...
there I was a conservative loving wife here lying fully naked, legs
spread with fully open pink pussy in front of these three men. Somehow, I
tried but I could not move my hands or my legs to close my nudity. I
guess in that horny state, I was ready to take every strong men in the
hotel. I distinctly remember, all three of them taking turn with me. I
remember getting fucked by all three, separately and in groups.
Peter
was saying "Aarti.. keep your mouth open, don't close it". I wasn't
gonna disobey Peter now can I? They took turns fucking me in every
hole from every direction. They enjoyed my body for hours. I felt cum
dripping from my mouth, from my pussy and all over my body. I must have
cum many times. All I remember is that I was getting very wet and was
enjoying the fuck. They all came many times on my body. By the time the
men were gone, I had cum over my breasts, inside, outside my pussy, my
mouth was full of cum, my hair full of cum. I must have passed out. I
remember clock struck five when I heard Peter say... "I don't think I
will take you back to your husband now Aarti. You can sleep in my bed."
"I do not have any night gown, so just sleep naked". It was about 10
O'clock when I heard noises in the room. It was Mitesh with Peter.
Mitesh was a little irritated... "You slut.. I just sent you for pee and
here you are fucking Peter all night long" I was too embarrassed to
say anything intelligent. "Mitesh, honey, its not what you think, Peter
made me do it" "Oh yah... he told me all about how you started to
undress in the hallway and how you seduced him and begged him to fuck
you." "But Aarti, you don't have to apologize, because I don't mind.
Peter
is a good friend. I am not angry with you." "so you don't mind about
the other men" I said meekly. "What other men" OOps suddenly I realized
Peter had not told Mitesh about the two other men he let fuck me. "Oh
nothing at all" "what do you mean nothing at all" "Oh you know the
dealer at the black jack table. He was staring at my breasts." "What
wrong with that. That's why I make you dress seductively." "Oh! OK
honey, let's go to our room." I tried to get up but suddenly realized I
was totally naked. I had no idea where my clothes were and in any case,
I wasn't gonna ruin my blouse and sari with cum all over my body.
Peter's threw a shirt at me and I put it on. He said don't worry
returning the shirt. I will get it later. I knew what he meant. I was
not sure if I was happy to hear that or not. I just nodded my head in
acceptance. I did not want to disobey Peter.
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