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 wereclosed. I was in front of him, with every inch on my body touching
his body. He was holdingme with both hands massaging my back and occasionally my butts. I
was feeling his erectcock 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 wasburied in his chest and he was holding and massaging my buttocks. I
can not tell you if anyone saw us in that state or if anyone came out of the elevators but I
remember that wewere 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 Ijust do not like. And I was correct. The minute, elevator moved,
Peter made me stand upby 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 allthe guy left his game for me.
Then he got encouraged and decided to unbutton two top buttons of
my blouse so thathe can look at my milky white globes. Once he half opened my blouse,
he has clear viewof 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