My name is Kavita and I am a young Asian Indian housewife living in California. I have been told that I have a very sexy body. My husband Sanjay loves to display my legs and my shapely boobs to his friends and in public. I am deeply in love with my husband. Like a good Indian wife, I very rarely have the courage to disobey him. Sanjay knows my weakness very well and freely takes advantage of the situation. We have only been married for a couple of years, and I have always been a devoted wife. Sanjay is a good husband, a good provider and very generous in giving me gifts and letting me buy the clothes and jewelry that I want.

In return, I have to sometimes indulge him by doing various things that turn him on. When we are not in company of conservative friends, he makes me wear revealing clothes where my young body is exhibited as much as possible, even occasionally crossing the line of obscenity. He also has told me to buy short skirts, see-through blouses, push-up bras, skimpy panties and other sexy lingerie. I love to wear both western style clothes and traditional Indian clothes like saris. When I wear skirts and dresses, Sanjay allows me to wear only a flimsy string bikini or thong panties so that if anybody happens to get a peek under my skirt, he will have an eyeful. He also wants me to keep my pussy shaved at all times. I know this sounds restrictive, but 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.

On our last vacation we went to Las Vegas and stayed in a posh hotel/casino on the strip. Sanjay's colleague from work, Nick, was also in Las Vegas at the time. They planned the vacation together so that they could gamble at the casinos together. Sanjay and Nick work at the same company, and they also hang out together a lot, playing golf and going out for drinks after work often. Nick was staying in the same hotel, and on the same floor as us.

Nick is an Italian-American guy originally from New York. He is a divorcee and is about ten years older than Sanjay. Nick was a frequent visitor at our house, but I never liked him because he always seemed very cocky and full of himself. He would often give me lecherous looks. Whenever he came to our house, he would always hug me longer than necessary and he would always try to move his hands on my back way down like he is trying to grab my butt. He also swears a lot and uses very crude language. I think he is a bad influence on Sanjay. Sanjay seems to think he is a great guy, however. Every time Nick has dinner with us, Sanjay always makes me wear an Indian blouse-sari set because Nick says that he likes to see me in a sari. I have to wear a very small, tight Indian blouse of thin material so that curves of my boobs are clearly visible. All my blouses are cut low in the back and front so my back is bare and my cleavage shows in front. Sanjay makes me tie my sari so low that it is always below my belly button. Also, I am only allowed to wear a thin white bra so that my nipples are clearly visible through the material. Every time I serve Nick drinks, I have to bend down in front of him, and my sari would slide down from my shoulder giving him a clear view of my boobs.

I complained to Sanjay many times and asked him not to make me wear sexy clothes in front of Nick but he does not listen to me. As a result, every time Nick is in our house, he always tries to undress me with his eyes. Many times I told Sanjay that Nick looks at me with lusty eyes and that I don't like him. He always replied that I should treat it like he is just paying me a compliment and I should be grateful.

He would ask, "Besides, Nick is a single guy, so what's the harm in letting him enjoy looking at your hot sexy body?" I am a sucker for flattery, and I generally get excited hearing this from my husband, so I never seriously objected to Nick's lusting for my body. Also, I have to admit that Nick is kind of good-looking, with a good athletic build, so it was kind of flattering to know that he liked my looks.

Anyway, here we were in Vegas and Sanjay called Nick and told him to meet us at the Blackjack tables area after dinner. Sanjay told me that he wanted me to stand out among the crowd in the casino, so he told me to wear a green sari with a matching sleeveless blouse. The blouse was made of very thin material and had three buttons in the front. It was cut so deep and tight that my boobs thrust out very clearly, and nearly half of my boobs were visible. I carefully covered my boobs with my sari. Sanjay told me to tie my sari way low so that most of my torso would be bare. He also told me to wear my 4-inch black stiletto heels. They weren't very comfortable, but he said they made my ass wiggle very provocatively when I walked. It was a very warm day, so I didn't wear any stockings, but wore just a pair of thong panties. I knew Nick was going to have fun looking me over, but heck I was with my husband so I did not care.

Nick came down the same time as we did, and just like I thought, his eyes bulged when he saw my outfit. Lots of other guys at the casino were also giving me looks, but I did not care. Sanjay bought me a margarita and he and Nick started playing. I was watching the game and enjoying the drink. I have to admit that I have a weakness for margaritas; I cannot say no to them. Sanjay knows this but he kept buying me more. By 10 O'clock in the night, I had finished my third margarita and was feeling very drunk. Also, all those margaritas were making me want to pee. I tried to go to the restroom, but when I tried to get up from my seat, I realized I was far too drunk to walk straight, especially with my heels on. I waited for some more time until I couldn't bear it any more.

Finally when Sanjay came over to talk to me, I whispered in his ear, "Honey I need to go pee."

"Then go," Sanjay said.

I said, "I am too drunk, please take me to the restroom."

Sanjay was enjoying the game, so he got a little irritated. In my drunken state, I heard Sanjay say in a rather loud voice, "Kavita, I can't leave now, I am in the middle of a game here."

Nick asked Sanjay, "What's the matter Sanjay?"

Sanjay said loudly, "She needs to go pee but I can't leave the game now." I felt so embarrassed that Nick and others at the table knew about my full bladder.

Nick said "No problem. I will help her out, if you don't mind?"

Sanjay said, "Of course not, But she is too drunk. I don't think she can go to the ladies room by herself."

Nick said " No problem, she can use my room."

Sanjay said, "Okay, just take care of her while I finish the game."

Next thing I remember, Nick was grabbing my arm and lifting me from my seat. As soon as I stood up, I realized I had no strength to walk straight and felt I may fall down unless I hold on to something. I must have grabbed Nick's shoulder. I thought I saw a big smile on Nick's face. Like I told you, I did not like this guy at all, but here I was helpless. So I grabbed his arm and shoulder tightly with my hand so I would not fall. Nick put an arm around my waist and pulled me to him so that my body was touching his body. For safety, 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 to avoid too much body contact.

As he was dragging me to the elevator, 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, so I thought he deserved to have some fun. I remember Nick pressing the elevator button and we had to wait several minutes for the elevator. While we waited, I tried to take off my heels but Nick told me firmly to keep them on. I think he was enjoying my discomfort. I had a feeling that till I go back to my husband I would be at his mercy. And I was correct. I think I was having trouble just standing straight. Next thing I remember was that my head was buried in Nick's chest and my eyes were closed. He hugged and held me tight, with every inch of my body touching his body. He was massaging my back and occasionally my butt. I could feel his erect cock touching my stomach through my sari. My bladder was getting fuller and I started to worry about peeing before we got to Nick's room. I wrapped my hands around his waist for support and my boobs were pressed up against him. I was very much in a drunken haze, so I am not sure when the elevator door opened 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 as the doors were closing.

As I was getting into the elevator, I tripped on my sari and I almost fell, but Nick grabbed me roughly by my hands and brought me back up. In my drunken state, my sari's folds were getting undone and I was in no position to put them back on. As soon as the elevator doors closed, Nick made me stand up by the side of the elevator so that his hands were free. Then he pulled on my sari and started taking it off.

I was taken aback by this and I could hear myself mumbling meekly, "Nick, please do not do this. Nick why are you doing this? Nick, please someone will come, I am feeling so ashamed."

Nick said firmly, "Kavita, I do not want you to trip on your sari anymore, so it is better to take it off for your own safety. Besides, you need to pee very soon, so we need to take it off anyway. I don't want you to pee on your sari and ruin it."

I had no resistance left in me. I begged him, "Nick, can you do it in your room? Please, I am feeling very shy. Don't take my sari off here. Someone may come."

Nick ignored my pleas, "Oh! Come on Kavita, it is late at night. No one is going to come, trust me." He raised both my hands above my head and pinned them firmly with one hand. With his other hand, he pulled on my sari till it was just a pile of cloth at my feet.