Yashodhara had made a few friends at college, and she and Ramon were part of a small group. That week, the group made plans to hang out at some clubs dancing Friday night. And they'd all be home by 2 am after the bars closed. Everyone was happy and excited about the plan, but Ramon was even more enthusiastic. After the plans were made, he took Yashodhara aside and said this could be like their first "date". They'd go out with the group, but an hour or so later, he suggested Yashodhara make some excuse about a headache and he could volunteer to drop her home. And instead, they'd go hang out, just the two of them, at some other nightspots he liked. First, she was reluctant about the idea, but then Ramon guilt-tripped her saying he never got to spend any alone time with her except in the car. So she relented.
Friday night, Yashodhara rushed through her dinner and ran into the bedroom to get ready for the date night. When she came out over an hour later, she looked jaw-droppingly stunning. She wasn't showing a lot of skin or anything.... it was after all a Midwestern winter night, so skimpy clothes were out of the question. She was wearing a red school-girl style skirt, which extended an inch below her knee. Below that, she had on knee-length leather boots with heels. On top, she was wearing a white button-down shirt that was very snug-fitting, so it accentuated her big tits and her flat stomach. And it was very white so the black bra she was wearing under it was visible. She had also left the top two buttons of her shirt open, giving a nice hint of cleavage. And her shoulder-length hair, which she usually tied into a bun or a ponytail, was down in waves, which contrasted well with her make-up and bright red lip stick. She looked so ravishingly beautiful, I felt like fucking her right there. But she refused, not wanting her make-up messed up.
Then she got a call on her cellphone from her friend Kristen that she was about to reach our house to pick Yashodhara up. Yashodhara wore a shiny leather coat that went down to her knee, wrapped a scarf around her neck, put on a loose woolen cap, and got ready to leave. There was a honk, and my wife kissed me on the lips, and left the house.
Barely 30 seconds later, my cellphone rang and I answered.
"Ajit, could you come out? Everyone wants to meet you and get introduced." Yashodhara said.
"Um, sure." I said, put on a jacket and other woolen stuff and walked out.
I saw two cars parked on the road outside the house and Yashodhara was sitting in the back of one of them. I walked up to it, and a pretty young blonde behind the drivers side flashed me a big smile and yelled,
"Hiiiii Ayyy-jeet." pronouncing my name like Americans usually do. "Yash has told us soooo much about you." She said "Yash" rhyming with "rash" which amused me.
"Yash?" I said, smiling at her and extending my hand which she took.
"Yeah, it is too friggin hard to say yash-ode-harr-aa. So we just call her Yash. I am Kristen by the way." she said happily. "Thanks for letting us kidnap your wife for tonight."
"No problem." I said smiling at Kristen and then at Yashodhara.
"I'll introduce the others." Yashodhara said. The guy in the front next to Kristen was Max. The girl next to her was Susan. I was surprised at how young they all looked.
"You guys don't look like you're of drinking age." I said.
"Obviously we're not." Max said disappointedly, "Which is why we're just going to alcohol-free dance clubs. Yash is the only one who can legally drinking. The rest of us are all 19 or 20. Although Ramon in the other car has a pretty good fake ID."
Two factoids wrestled with each other to shine themselves on my brain. The first, that all these people were just 19 or 20. And then I was surprised that I had not guessed it earlier. Yashodhara was doing a bachelor course after all. So most students were bound to be that young, almost a decade younger than her.
And of course, the second fact, that Ramon was sitting a few feet away from me. I took a couple of steps to the other car, and saw him. He flashed me half a smile and nodded. He did look tall, well-built and handsome, and I could see why Yashodhara or anyone else would feel attracted to him. He had a light brown skin, like Hispanics usually do. Although his body was like a boxer's, his face gave away his age. His face still had the innocence, confusion and bravado of a 19-20 year old. I walked up to him and extending my hand, said,
"Hi, I'm Ajit."
"Hey man." he said in a thick Mexican accent, "Ramon."
He didn't say much else, and did not look chatty or friendly like the others. He was probably nervous about meeting the husband of the woman he was banging. A woman, almost a decade older than him. I nodded at him and walked to the front car.
"So no drinking tonight?" I asked looking at Max and Kristen.
"Nah, we could if Yash here agreed to buy booze for us. But she refuses." Kristen chirped.
"Hey, if I get caught, I'll be deported!" Yashodhara protested.
"yeah, we know. Just givin you a hard time, Yash." Kristen laughed. "Anyway, we gotta get going to our alcohol-free dance club. Have a nice night, Ajit. We'll get your wife back safe and sound."
"Have a good time, all of you." I said, leaning into the rear window and pecking Yashodhara on the cheek.
I stepped back and they drove away. Ramon nodded at me again as he drove past me. I stood there for a while, surprised at myself for not realizing how young he was. I smiled as I realized that when Yashodhara and I had our first kiss in high school, Ramon was probably 6-7 years old, watching cartoons on TV. When Yashodhara and I slept together for the first time, Ramon was years away from puberty. And this guy was now banging my wife. Seemed funny and a little sad at the same time.
I headed back into the house, and wondered what I should do. I took a bottle of scotch out of the liquor cabinet, turned on the TV and sat there, drinking and watching. I figured out another reason Ramon wanted to break away from their group. The rest of the group, all white, innocent and looking like Disney teen stars, were not going to drink. Ramon had a fake ID and he had a hot woman of legal drinking age. Of course, he'd want to break away and go to actual bars and clubs with her, instead of "alcohol-free dance clubs". -------
There were a couple of decent comedy movies on cable that night that I kept switching back and forth between. And kept sipping on my scotch. An hour or so later, I was pretty buzzed when my phone buzzed. A text message from Yashodhara - "told em headache n left. ramon n i goin to bar. love you." So they had finally dumped the other group. I texted back a message saying I loved her too. And got back to watching the movies.
As I watched, I also kept thinking about Yashodhara and Ramon. I had always sort of pictured in my mind her being in the car with him. But now that I saw how he looked, the pictures were clearer, and I got turned on. The thoughts of a 19 year old tall burly guy with a baby-face having his way with my petite and pretty wife, ten years older than him, were very arousing. I wondered what he would do tonight. Dance with her, fondle and paw her in public in bars, as other men looked on and envied him for being with such a hot Indian woman. Maybe he'd take her to the bathroom in a bar or club and fuck her there. But that was almost as uncomfortable as doing it in a car.
Two hours passed and it was almost midnight when I got another text message from Yashodhara - "am bein such a notty girl tonite. flrting with all his friends. dancing with em n all. love you." His friends? Where did his friends come from? I thought it was going to be just Ramon and her. But clearly there were others too. That worried me and turned me on at the same time. The idea of Yashodhara, all dolled up, flirting and dancing with a bunch of guys in a bar while getting drunk was very exciting. But I was also concerned. Her with just one guy she knew and trusted was one thing. But a bunch of guys, all drunk, seemed a little scary. However, I just sent her back a text message saying I was glad she was having fun.
Another hour passed and another text message from Yashodhara. This one was full of spelling errors so she was obviously very drunk by now - "ala gusy luv me. bt am nt letng thm do much. gonan go 2 carlos huse wit ramon." Okay, who the fuck was Carlos? Obviously, one of Ramon's friends, but why was she going to his house. I decided it was time to get some information, so instead of texting back I called her up. But she didn't answer and it went to voicemail. Five minutes later, I called her again, but no answer. Fifteen minutes later, my phone rang, and it was Yashodhara finally returning my call.
"Hiiiiiiiii" she squealed, sounding very drunk.
"Hey honey, what's happening?" I asked.
"I love you soooooo much." she said.
"I love you too." I answered.
"I am in the ladies bathroom." she said. "I could not answer your call because the guys were all around."
"Ok. Who is this Carlos whose house you're going to?"
"He is Ramon's cousin. We're goin to his place for some drinks... the bar is about to close. Can I go?" she asked in a sweet voice.
"Okay, will you be spending the night there?" I asked.
"Nooooo. Just a little time. I'll get a cab home in an hour." she said, "Anyway, gotta go."
And with that she hung up. I sat there wondering if I should intervene or do something, or tell her to come home at once. But I was curious to see what would happen. I poured myself my umpteenth scotch for the night and sipped on it. I thought about whether Ramon and Carlos would both fuck her. Maybe together. Would she really come home, or would she just spend the night? I kept thinking about worrying questions and erotic scenarios and I didn't realize when I fell asleep on the couch.
I woke up with an urgent need to pee. Drinking so much scotch will do that to you.
Friday night, Yashodhara rushed through her dinner and ran into the bedroom to get ready for the date night. When she came out over an hour later, she looked jaw-droppingly stunning. She wasn't showing a lot of skin or anything.... it was after all a Midwestern winter night, so skimpy clothes were out of the question. She was wearing a red school-girl style skirt, which extended an inch below her knee. Below that, she had on knee-length leather boots with heels. On top, she was wearing a white button-down shirt that was very snug-fitting, so it accentuated her big tits and her flat stomach. And it was very white so the black bra she was wearing under it was visible. She had also left the top two buttons of her shirt open, giving a nice hint of cleavage. And her shoulder-length hair, which she usually tied into a bun or a ponytail, was down in waves, which contrasted well with her make-up and bright red lip stick. She looked so ravishingly beautiful, I felt like fucking her right there. But she refused, not wanting her make-up messed up.
Then she got a call on her cellphone from her friend Kristen that she was about to reach our house to pick Yashodhara up. Yashodhara wore a shiny leather coat that went down to her knee, wrapped a scarf around her neck, put on a loose woolen cap, and got ready to leave. There was a honk, and my wife kissed me on the lips, and left the house.
Barely 30 seconds later, my cellphone rang and I answered.
"Ajit, could you come out? Everyone wants to meet you and get introduced." Yashodhara said.
"Um, sure." I said, put on a jacket and other woolen stuff and walked out.
I saw two cars parked on the road outside the house and Yashodhara was sitting in the back of one of them. I walked up to it, and a pretty young blonde behind the drivers side flashed me a big smile and yelled,
"Hiiiii Ayyy-jeet." pronouncing my name like Americans usually do. "Yash has told us soooo much about you." She said "Yash" rhyming with "rash" which amused me.
"Yash?" I said, smiling at her and extending my hand which she took.
"Yeah, it is too friggin hard to say yash-ode-harr-aa. So we just call her Yash. I am Kristen by the way." she said happily. "Thanks for letting us kidnap your wife for tonight."
"No problem." I said smiling at Kristen and then at Yashodhara.
"I'll introduce the others." Yashodhara said. The guy in the front next to Kristen was Max. The girl next to her was Susan. I was surprised at how young they all looked.
"You guys don't look like you're of drinking age." I said.
"Obviously we're not." Max said disappointedly, "Which is why we're just going to alcohol-free dance clubs. Yash is the only one who can legally drinking. The rest of us are all 19 or 20. Although Ramon in the other car has a pretty good fake ID."
Two factoids wrestled with each other to shine themselves on my brain. The first, that all these people were just 19 or 20. And then I was surprised that I had not guessed it earlier. Yashodhara was doing a bachelor course after all. So most students were bound to be that young, almost a decade younger than her.
And of course, the second fact, that Ramon was sitting a few feet away from me. I took a couple of steps to the other car, and saw him. He flashed me half a smile and nodded. He did look tall, well-built and handsome, and I could see why Yashodhara or anyone else would feel attracted to him. He had a light brown skin, like Hispanics usually do. Although his body was like a boxer's, his face gave away his age. His face still had the innocence, confusion and bravado of a 19-20 year old. I walked up to him and extending my hand, said,
"Hi, I'm Ajit."
"Hey man." he said in a thick Mexican accent, "Ramon."
He didn't say much else, and did not look chatty or friendly like the others. He was probably nervous about meeting the husband of the woman he was banging. A woman, almost a decade older than him. I nodded at him and walked to the front car.
"So no drinking tonight?" I asked looking at Max and Kristen.
"Nah, we could if Yash here agreed to buy booze for us. But she refuses." Kristen chirped.
"Hey, if I get caught, I'll be deported!" Yashodhara protested.
"yeah, we know. Just givin you a hard time, Yash." Kristen laughed. "Anyway, we gotta get going to our alcohol-free dance club. Have a nice night, Ajit. We'll get your wife back safe and sound."
"Have a good time, all of you." I said, leaning into the rear window and pecking Yashodhara on the cheek.
I stepped back and they drove away. Ramon nodded at me again as he drove past me. I stood there for a while, surprised at myself for not realizing how young he was. I smiled as I realized that when Yashodhara and I had our first kiss in high school, Ramon was probably 6-7 years old, watching cartoons on TV. When Yashodhara and I slept together for the first time, Ramon was years away from puberty. And this guy was now banging my wife. Seemed funny and a little sad at the same time.
I headed back into the house, and wondered what I should do. I took a bottle of scotch out of the liquor cabinet, turned on the TV and sat there, drinking and watching. I figured out another reason Ramon wanted to break away from their group. The rest of the group, all white, innocent and looking like Disney teen stars, were not going to drink. Ramon had a fake ID and he had a hot woman of legal drinking age. Of course, he'd want to break away and go to actual bars and clubs with her, instead of "alcohol-free dance clubs". -------
There were a couple of decent comedy movies on cable that night that I kept switching back and forth between. And kept sipping on my scotch. An hour or so later, I was pretty buzzed when my phone buzzed. A text message from Yashodhara - "told em headache n left. ramon n i goin to bar. love you." So they had finally dumped the other group. I texted back a message saying I loved her too. And got back to watching the movies.
As I watched, I also kept thinking about Yashodhara and Ramon. I had always sort of pictured in my mind her being in the car with him. But now that I saw how he looked, the pictures were clearer, and I got turned on. The thoughts of a 19 year old tall burly guy with a baby-face having his way with my petite and pretty wife, ten years older than him, were very arousing. I wondered what he would do tonight. Dance with her, fondle and paw her in public in bars, as other men looked on and envied him for being with such a hot Indian woman. Maybe he'd take her to the bathroom in a bar or club and fuck her there. But that was almost as uncomfortable as doing it in a car.
Two hours passed and it was almost midnight when I got another text message from Yashodhara - "am bein such a notty girl tonite. flrting with all his friends. dancing with em n all. love you." His friends? Where did his friends come from? I thought it was going to be just Ramon and her. But clearly there were others too. That worried me and turned me on at the same time. The idea of Yashodhara, all dolled up, flirting and dancing with a bunch of guys in a bar while getting drunk was very exciting. But I was also concerned. Her with just one guy she knew and trusted was one thing. But a bunch of guys, all drunk, seemed a little scary. However, I just sent her back a text message saying I was glad she was having fun.
Another hour passed and another text message from Yashodhara. This one was full of spelling errors so she was obviously very drunk by now - "ala gusy luv me. bt am nt letng thm do much. gonan go 2 carlos huse wit ramon." Okay, who the fuck was Carlos? Obviously, one of Ramon's friends, but why was she going to his house. I decided it was time to get some information, so instead of texting back I called her up. But she didn't answer and it went to voicemail. Five minutes later, I called her again, but no answer. Fifteen minutes later, my phone rang, and it was Yashodhara finally returning my call.
"Hiiiiiiiii" she squealed, sounding very drunk.
"Hey honey, what's happening?" I asked.
"I love you soooooo much." she said.
"I love you too." I answered.
"I am in the ladies bathroom." she said. "I could not answer your call because the guys were all around."
"Ok. Who is this Carlos whose house you're going to?"
"He is Ramon's cousin. We're goin to his place for some drinks... the bar is about to close. Can I go?" she asked in a sweet voice.
"Okay, will you be spending the night there?" I asked.
"Nooooo. Just a little time. I'll get a cab home in an hour." she said, "Anyway, gotta go."
And with that she hung up. I sat there wondering if I should intervene or do something, or tell her to come home at once. But I was curious to see what would happen. I poured myself my umpteenth scotch for the night and sipped on it. I thought about whether Ramon and Carlos would both fuck her. Maybe together. Would she really come home, or would she just spend the night? I kept thinking about worrying questions and erotic scenarios and I didn't realize when I fell asleep on the couch.
I woke up with an urgent need to pee. Drinking so much scotch will do that to you.