After that evening, such sittings became regular.

I found Mr. Sethi a tremendous guy. He was very considerate and helpful and endearing. I began to open up to him. Somehow, I liked him and he liked me very much. He was open to us from the start. One Sunday, Tina and Mrs. Sethi went out together for shopping in local market. Children were playing in the park. It was cold and Mr. Sethi and I were sitting on a long sofa in his house, side by side covering ourselves in a woollen blanket and watching some boring TV programme. We started talking. I narrated to him some problems I faced in my office. I told him that I fully trusted him and I was not keeping any secret from him. He immediately caught my hand and told me that the trust was mutual. He promised me that he would also not keep any secret from me, including the most intimate nature of secrets.

He told me that he would even reveal all the secrets between him and his wife. I was slightly surprised at the way our talk took turn. However, I agreed that I would also do the same. Suddenly, Mr. Sethi asked me if I would like to watch a blue film. I was surprised; but agreed. He asked me to close doors and started the film. He returned and got back into the blanket by my side.

The film did not have any plot. It showed different people performing sex together. Suddenly he inserted his hand into my trousers and asked me if I felt horny looking at the film. I felt so awkward feeling his hand between my two legs. I pushed his hand away and said that I am not a homosexual. I could see a trace of pain on his face. He said that he was not a homo either. He said that he wanted to touch me because; he felt that I was his closest friend and we should have no secret between us. I felt sorry for him. I remembered that in my early college days, one of my close friends and I masturbated each other, though none of us was a homo.

I slid closer to him and said I did not mean to hurt him. I picked his hand and placed it on my cock. I was erect already. I put my hand into his pyjama and touched his rod. I was shocked to feel its length. It was quite big. I felt that mine would feel almost like a mouse in comparison. Mind you, mine was a good five inches long. Satish (Mr. Sethi) all the while did not comment on my cock and masturbated me to ejection in such a loving way that I almost fell in love with him.

After ejection of our both the cocks I told him that I felt very awkward at doing that and would not like to repeat it. He said that he considered that act as an oath that he and I took not to keep any secret between us. He said that he would reveal his deepest secret to me and I should swear that I would also do the same. He asked me if I agreed with him and if I was prepared to take such an oath. Then in a dramatic fashion, he put his hand on my cock and made me put my hand on his and he and I both took the oath that we would never hide any secret, (and when we said "any", we meant "any") from each other. He also swore and made me swear that we would always help each other and share all our things without exception. At that time, I did not know what exactly that meant. Did it mean sharing our wives? I wondered but did not have the courage to ask him. All the same, I took the oath; because I saw a possibility of having a go at his wife. I was going crazy for her and was thinking about her all the time.

Mrs. And Mr. Sethi (Sushma and Satish) were slightly older, by about 4 years, than us. There was a difference of about 6 years between their ages. We therefore addressed them as Mrs. and Mr. Sethi. Mr. Sethi was the same height as I was. Sushma and Tina were almost the same build and size.

As soon as we set up our house pretty well, we invited Sethis for dinner for the first time, I suspected that a story had already begun developing between Mr. Sethi and Tina. That evening, I saw that Tina paid special attention to Satish (Mr. Sethi) as compared to the rest. Not because she served food to him frequently; but the way she bent a bit more than normal whilst serving and went a bit closer to him than necessary. On his part, Mr. Sethi looked for an opportunity for my wife to serve her. He took only very small helping, so that he was able to ask for something or the other. When she bent, he would not miss the opportunity to look deep into her cleavage. He would extend his arm such that my wife's breasts would have to brush his arm. I felt that the attraction between them was more than just friendly. Tina was overtaken by Mr. Sethi's charms. From day one, Mr. Sethi was so attentive to my wife that in no time; Tina was waiting for Mr. Sethi to visit us in the evening every day. Invariably he would come with his wife at about 9.30 pm after we had finished our dinner.

Mr. Sethi did not disguise his attraction for my wife and would go and sit next to her. Consequently, Sushma sat next to me and there would be two parallel lines of talk. This suited me fine and I would encourage Mr. Sethi and Tina to have their own group discussion.

Tina and I were married for almost 7 years. That spark in our life was long gone. I was very disappointed with the situation where sex was not such a sparkling affair as it had been. In our marriage of the past 7 years, we did everything. We had sex in all positions and at all places. I was looking for avenues to make our sex life sparkle and make my wife demand sex. She had lost interest in sex and it was a mundane exercise for both of us. She allowed me to fuck her because she thought it was her duty and I fucked her because I had to satisfy my urge. In the intervening period, I had and encounter with our maid once (that is a separate story). However, that proved to be a problem in our married life. My wife learnt of my adventure and we had a big heated argument followed by weeks of acrimony and separation in bed

When I saw Mr. Sethi's fancy for my wife, and her reciprocating his feelers subtly; I was excited. It was strange that I should have felt excited that another person was fancying my wife. The reason was that I felt that after a long time some excitement was likely to bloom in our lives. Another reason was that whenever there was some incidence of flirting by Mr. Sethi, my wife got exited. She would respond well in bed. There was another reason of that also. I have to admit that I found Mrs. Sethi very exciting. Whenever I had a chance of speaking to her alone, I got turned on. I dreamt of her. Once I even fucked her in my dreams. I was very restless with the situation and did not want this to end in a whimper or a fiasco. I was in turmoil and wanted to find some way forward. I saw a possibility of reciprocity; wherein Mr. Sethi flirted with my wife and I flirted with his wife and none will be a loser.

One night, I wanted to check my wife's reaction about Mr. Sethi. I started the topic in a normal way. I said, "Tina, I and Mr. Sethi were talking in the evening today. Mr. Sethi was all praise for you. It seems that he is tremendously impressed with you. He says you are a special gift of God to me. He feels that you are not only very beautiful; you are a wonderful cook and a very intelligent person. Mr. Sethi is a very intelligent person himself and such a tribute coming from him is a great compliment. Not only did he say that; he said that I was very lucky to have you as my wife. He said he wished, you were his wife." I added the last part.

I could see her blushing profusely. She was quiet for some time; then she said, "Well, he is handsome and he is also intelligent and nice." I could see her star eyed expression. She hesitated indicating that she perhaps wanted to say something but decided to hold back. Perhaps she wanted to avoid praising another male in front of her husband. I knew that at that time, she was at a vulnerable point. I wanted to tell her to move ahead with Mr. Sethi. However, I also wanted not to move things too fast, so as to avoid conflicts..

(Earlier, in our bedroom many times, I and Tina had discussion on whether a longer penis satisfies a woman better. Tina always told me that she was happy with me and with the size of my penis. Mind you, I am not small. I have more than 5 inches(almost 6 inches) long penis, when it is erect. When I repeatedly persisted with her on the subject, she said that if I had bigger penis, she would have felt better. Thus she admitted that she would love a bigger penis.)

We were quiet for some time as she was caressing my cock in her hand. I slowly injected a half truth in the conversation. I said to her in low voice, "I went to meet Mr. Sethi at his office today. He asked about you. He praised your dressing sense. He told me that the way you wore your saree yesterday was cute. He did say that he liked your slim waist like an hour glass. He did not say it, but I think, he liked seeing your belly button and the area slightly below it." Tina blushed profusely.

She asked, "Did I wear my saree so low yesterday?"

I paused for a while and continued in the same low tone for maximum impact; ignoring her question, "Then both of us went to wash room for a pee. I was standing next to him. I could look at his dick. It was long and thick. It must be an inch and half longer than mine." I stopped. I expected a strong rebuff from my wife. I expected her to question me why I should look at other's organs.

Instead, she was speechless. After a while, when I thought that the discussion was over, she asked me in a subdued, almost inaudible voice, "You are just pulling my leg. Aren't you? Did you really see his penis? How could it be bigger than yours? You are big already." I could detect suppressed excitement in her voice. I knew at that time, there were many thoughts going in her mind. I wish I could guess what they were. She had asked me questions. However, she did not ask me why was I telling her all this or she did not curse me to stoop so low as to see other's private parts; which she would have done under different circumstances.

All the same, the way she squeezed my cock and began shagging it in her hand was a sign that she was hot, hearing all about Mr. Sethi's cock and his praises for her. I began to fondle her breasts and kissed her comprehensively, trying to make her ready for a fucking session. I inserted fingers in her pussy and began to stroke her.

This was her biggest weakness. As I was fingering her, I told her that it seemed that Mr. Sethi was hot for her. I could experience her jerking. She did not say anything, but I knew that she was listening to me with rapt attention. I continued and told her that I felt that he wanted to squeeze her boobs and wanted to get into her pants. I did not anticipate the effect of my statement. She jerked wildly. She instinctively caught my hand and signalled me to finger her faster. She moaned loudly and had an explosive orgasm. She told me to mount her and fuck her hard. I knew that at that time it was my friend and not me; fucking her. To me the fact that she enjoyed the possibility of sex with Satish (Mr. Sethi), was confirmed. She was so much involved in thinking what I said that not even once in our talk she asked me why I was talking all this about Mr. Sethi.

The next day, I was sitting in the park in our society. Mr. Sethi saw me and walked over to me. I made it look as if I was worried. He asked me what the matter was. When I did not reply clearly, he said that there should be no secret between friends. On his persistent demand, I told him that it was about our married life. I told him Tina and I were drifting apart. Then he asked me if it was about sex. I nodded. I told him that she was not interested in sex any more. Our married life had become boring."

He grinned laughed and said, "What is new in it? It happens to all married couples. I have identical problem. I feel that my wife has lost appetite for sex also."

I asked him teasingly, "Have you tried something kinky?"

He asked me, "What do you mean?"

I then told him that I used his name to lighten up Tina's interest in sex and it seemed to work. He was quite eager to know exactly what I had said and how she reacted to what I said. I told him that the previous night I and Tina were talking. She just casually mentioned how smart and intelligent and handsome you are. She even mentioned that Sushma Bhabhi was very lucky. In fact, any girl would be very lucky to be your wife. I not only supported her, but told her a half truth. I told her that yesterday, I went to your office and we went to pee together. I saw your lund (penis) and I told her that your lund was much bigger than mine." I laughed loudly and said casually, "Do you know the effect of my statement on her? She jumped in bed and asked me to fuck her hard. I told her that you were hot for her. As the result, she had an explosive orgasm. It looks that my wife is hot for you. I just mentioned your name saying that you praised her in front of me. I told her that you felt that she was very beautiful and sexy. Just mention of your name ignited a fire in her."

Seeing expressions on his face I knew that Mr. Sethi was very excited. He was clearly trying to disguise his excitement. He appeared not to believe what I told him. When I reassured him repeatedly, he was blushing like a girl. He asked me to clearly tell him exactly what was in my mind. I told him that after some years all married men get bored with their own wife and fancy other's wife. Perhaps that was true for wives also. I told him that I believed that, it was the case with Tina also. That could perhaps be the case with him also.

Mr. Sethi instinctively nodded. I told him that I knew that he fancied my wife. Looking at his discomfort; I told him that, there was nothing to be embarrassed about it. All men fancy other's wife. It was applicable also to me, I gradually told him, what I wanted to say for a long time. I said. I fancied his wife also. I looked for his reaction. I saw that he took my statement as normal.

Mr. Sethi looked at me questioningly and asked, "Tarun, tell me frankly, what is on your mind. I feel that you want to convey something but you are not able to say it. Do you want to screw Sushma?" I was taken aback by his blunt salvo.

I shook my head. I told him, "It's not that. Mr. Sethi, it seems that Tina has lost all interest in sex with me. This has been going on for the past several years. However, after she has come to know you and after your casual flirting with her; I feel that she has regained some of her spark. Whenever I talk about you, she feels excited and energized. As a husband I can see the difference."

Mr. Sethi was thoughtful. After a brief pause he said, "Tarun, we are all in the same boat. Your story and mine are not different. My life with my wife is also similar. You have given me a good idea. I should apply your formula with my wife also." I got a hint from him that he also sought similar favours from me as I wanted from him. I hoped that I was right.

Two days after that, I met Mr. Sethi in the park. He took me aside and said, "Tarun, you are a real chanakya. I applied your formula to my wife. I told Sushma that you praised her and particularly praised her deep knowledge of classical music. I also told her that according to you, she was the most beautiful and sexy woman you had ever seen. I then told her in her ears quietly that I suspected that you were interested to screw her. When I told her that, I thought that she would jump and shout at me. However, she just asked me to talk sense. Actually, she was fired up after that. Believe me; I had the best sex yesterday, after a long time. She took all the initiatives." I was astounded hearing this. I knew then, that I was not far away from my goal.

My wife suggested that we invite Sethis for dinner the next Sunday. By the time they arrived, Tina had finished cooking dinner. She had bathed, changed and was ready waiting for us. That evening, without any direction from me, Tina had put on one of her sexy dresses. It was a low cut blouse, open from the back. Her generous cleavage was clearly visible. She wore saree such that her navel was visible. She seemed to have overcome her resistance to wear her saree below her navel.

She was perhaps looking forward to Mr. Sethi's reaction. I could see the expression of surprise and excitement on Mr. Sethi's face, when he saw my wife. He not only expressed surprise, as was his habit; he went and hugged my wife, much longer than normal and caressed her arms lovingly saying, "You look so beautiful and SSSSSSoooooo sexy! My God! I feel like doing something." I knew that the fire was equally alight on both the sides. Sushma and I stood there speechless and awkward.

Instinctively I turned to look at Sushma. She looked equally stunning. She wore jeans and faint blue semi cottoon top. The top was thin and vaguely showed her bra. It was styled with a number of pleats in the front. It was stitched loose. However, the swell of her plum breasts stood out prominently. I could not take my eyes off her pin up breasts. Sushma noticed my stare and looked sternly at me. She perhaps wanted to admonish me not to stare. With some difficulty I took my eyes away. However, I should not have bothered. When I looked at them, Tina and Mr. Sethi were already busy playing their own visual games.

After usual gestures, I sat with Sushma (Mrs. Sethi) and began taking with her on her favourite topics. She was very fond of classical music and so was I. We began talking about classical music. She began talking about her training from her Guru. As soon as we started the topic, I saw boring expressions on Tina and Mr. Sethi's faces. I told Mrs. Sethi that since Tina and Mr. Sethi were not interested in the topic; we better move to another room and talk. She smiled and agreed. We moved to the next room.

We must have talked for about three quarters of an hour. I was very excited talking to her. I was all gaga over her and felt nervous. She asked me why I was not feeling comfortable. To put me at ease, she caught my hands and held them in her hands for some time. She then talked about her training in classical music. She said that she learnt classical vocal music from esteemed proponents of classical music. On my request, she sang one raga briefly. I was cool from outside. However internally I was in turmoil. I wanted to grab her, feel her globes, suck them and kiss her all over. I controlled my emotions. After the talk we decided to come out and join our spouses.

When we came out of the room, we saw my wife Tina sitting with her back to Mr. Sethi in a rather provocative manner. She was almost sitting in Mr. Sethi's lap. Sushma signalled me not to make any sound and we hid behind the partially opened door to watch what Tina and Mr. Sethi were up to.

Mr. Sethi was massaging Tina's back. His hands were moving rhythmically on her back, which was almost uncovered. She was wearing backless blouse, which was held in place by just a string. Of course the bra strap was clearly visible. We heard Mr. Sethi ask my wife if he could open the blouse string knot. Tina nodded and Mr. Sethi untied the knot. The string fell on both the sides. We saw Mr. Sethi slowly and erotically massaging my wife's back, neck, shoulders and sides. From the angle I stood, I was not sure, but I strongly suspected that he was touching and perhaps also massaging my wife's boobs. It was the most erotic scene, I had seen for some time. I looked at Sushma. I could not fathom her expressions. I guessed she was angry, but did not show it.

She pulled me back into the room and closed the door. Then suddenly, she jumped on me and began kissing me on my lips. I was too shocked initially to react. However, I realized that this must be in revenge for Mr. Sethi's massaging and fondling my wife. I gave in. (would you not have?) I began sucking Sushma's lips.

My hands were moving behind her back exploring her body covered by her top. I inserted my hand in the gap between her back buttons. I could feel sheer smooth skin of her back. As I was about to go lower, I saw Tina and Mr. Sethi at the door. I separated from Mrs. Sethi.

My wife was apparently angry, seeing me kissing Sushma. Meanwhile, Sushma also saw her husband and my wife. I did not know how to explain to them our instantaneous adventure. I just blurted out, "We ..saw Mr. Sethi.... fondling .. you."

Suddenly Mr. Sethi gave a big laugh. He looked at Tina and said, "These idiots saw me massaging your back and thought that I was fondling you."

Tina was acutely embarrassed, hearing this. Then she explained defensively that she had sudden severe pain in her back. Mr. Sethi told her that he could give massage and relieve the pain; if she wanted. He was only giving her a simple massage and there was nothing to be upset about.

I did not know how far what she said was accurate. I thought I saw Mr. Sethi fondling her breasts covered by her dress. However, I had to accept what she said, because I was not positive.

When Tina finished, Mr. Sethi said that he was surprised to see that his wife could kiss so well. He was not fortunate ever to receive such a fantastic kiss from her. Sushma stood like a pole, stunned. She could not utter a word. Mr. Sethi went behind her, caught her in his arms and placed his lips on her's to kiss her hard. This incident changed our lives completely. After that we were free with the other's wife. Subsequently, Tina began to accept sexual touching from Mr. Sethi.

Once, Tina's cell phone fell down under sofa. When she bent to retrieve it from the floor, Mr. Sethi inserted his hand under her breasts and squeezed one of her breasts daringly. He thought that he was not noticed. However, I saw it clearly. Tina was alarmed but did not react. Tina told me later that she was sure that Mr. Sethi did it purposefully. When I asked Tina, if she enjoyed it, she blushed and told me not to talk nonsense. However, I could clearly see some excitement in her eyes.

Mr. Sethi's flirting with my wife inflamed a tornado of strange sensations in my mind. I began to imagine him making further advances on my wife. I began developing this fantasy of my wife enjoying his advances. I also visualized my chances with Mrs. Sethi. In the night I started dreaming that Mr. Sethi was fondling my wife's breasts. I felt strangely aroused seeing such dreams to the extent that my cock had a huge erection and I caught and fucked Tina in the middle of her sleep without waking her or without any foreplay. In my dreams I was fucking Sushma.

My sudden excitement in the middle of the night surprised Tina; although, she woke up, cooperated and even participated in sex. She was unable to understand my mid-night unplanned excitement. Our sex frequency in those days had declined so much that she was unable to understand sudden surge in my interest in sex with her. She asked me what happened that made me so horny. I was reluctant. From my reticence, she realized that I must have had a dream that inflamed me.

When she persisted her questioning, I admitted of having a dream of seeing Mr. Sethi with her. I did not elaborate. She guessed that I had dreamt about her having sex with Mr. Sethi. She then knew for sure that Mr. Sethi's flirting with her aroused her husband (me). Naturally as she talked more about it with me, she was also aroused. Then I asked her to tell me frankly, if the other evening, when she had pain her back, was Mr. Sethi not fondling her boobs pretending that he was massaging her back. She was silent.

I told her that I knew that he was fondling her boobs. I also told her that I personally did not mind it, rather I enjoyed seeing the sight. When she heard that she was caught but that I did not mind it, she came into my arms and kissed me. I was amazed at the speed with which things were moving.

Every time Tina mentioned even a small incident of Mr. Sethi's touching her, I got excited and would get so aroused that I would have instantaneous erection and I would pull her and without any foreplay, fuck her. Tina did not miss this. She also got aroused talking of such small incidents and afterwards, we fucked like hell.

One night she asked me, "Tell me frankly, you said that you once saw me in your dream with Mr. Sethi. Did you mean you saw us having sex in your dream?" She looked at me inquiringly. I nodded meekly.

"And you were aroused seeing him fucking me in your dreams?" She asked me. I was amazed at exclamation of the word "Fuck" from Tina.

I paused and slowly nodded my head. She caught her head between her hands in bewilderment and sat down.

She then asked me again in low voice, "So you say that you not only have no objection, if Mr. Sethi fucks me; but you actually desire that he should do so?"

I did not know how to react. Like a fool, I nodded my head.

"This is ridiculous. Normally, a husband would not allow any other man to touch his wife. Why do you feel like this? Do you also have designs on Sushma? Do you feel that if you allow me to have sex with Mr. Sethi, then you can fuck Sushma?" I told her that I had never thought of any such thing. That was a lie. However, my gullible wife easily accepted, or so I thought at that time.

She asked me then, "Will you not feel embarrassed or slighted or offended if he fucked me? If I allow anyone to touch me or play with me, later on you may blame me for the whole thing."

I gathered some courage and said, "Why should I feel embarrassed or slighted? I am the one who wants it to happen."

Tina had genuine expressions of surprise on her face. She asked me, "Will you not feel jealous?"

I promptly interjected, "Yes, I would feel jealous, if you did this in my absence or without my knowledge. I would like all to happen in my presence, with my knowledge."

She said, "That is all very well, but my conscience will not allow me to be unfaithful to my husband. Moreover, what would happen to Mrs. Sethi?" I kept explaining to her that she would do it only for me and that I did not think at all that she was unfaithful even after she had sex with another person in my presence. As far as Mrs. Sethi was concerned, I had no answer.

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Mrs. Sethi impressed me with more than her authority on classical music. When she talked on any subject, she got fully involved. She seemed so passionate, beautiful and sexy. In such a situation, I would not tire of looking at her. At that point, she slid quite close to me and did not care that her scarf, hiding swell of her breasts fell down and exposed her blouse, which accentuated swell of breasts. I could not remove my eyes from there. Often she caught me staring. Seeing me staring first and then taking my eyes away hurriedly later, she smiled indulgently indicating to me that she understood my reaction. Or was she pleased that I stared at her boobs?

Somewhere during that period, Mr. Sethi was called for an interview by a firm in Dubai. He left India for Dubai for two days. It was the night after he left for Dubai. At well past midnight, there was a knock on my bedroom back door. I and Tina were fast asleep. I staggered off to the door and opened it. I found Mrs. Sethi standing there. She was in her flimsy night dress fully drenched in sweat. She said that there was some electrical problem in her flat. Perhaps the fuse had blown. She asked me, if I could go and take a look at it. It was two am and no electrician was available.

Tina lay in bed snoring blissfully. I told her the situation. She asked me to lock the backdoor from outside and told me to go and attend the problem. She fell asleep before she could complete the sentence.

I picked up my tool kit and went to Mr. Sethi's apartment.

I was in my pyjama. Mrs. Sethi was wearing cotton night dress. Because of perspiration, her dress was sticking on her body and revealed her shapely contours. In the street light, she looked very desirable. I felt like hugging her and taking her in my arms. I took some time in identifying the problem. During that period, due to heat, I was also sweating heavily. I set right the fault and the lights came on only momentarily and again the fuse blew. I told her that there was some other problem. She said that just before the fuse had blown, there was some short circuit and sparks in her fan.

I told her that I shall have to climb up and check her fan. She suggested that I climb on her bed. However, the fan was still higher. I picked a stool from drawing room and tried to climb on it. The stool was unstable. Mrs. Sethi also stood up on bed, came closer and said that she would hold my legs and support me. I climbed on the unstable stool, placed on the mattress. I felt the pressure of her face on my crotch. I could not remain inert (who could, under such a situation?) I began to have an erection.

She must have felt my hard on, because she shuffled her position several times during the period I was fixing the wires. Her face was right at that point, where my erect penis made a tent in my pyjama. If she felt it, she did not say anything. I fixed the short circuit problem. Just when I was trying to come down, the stool tumbled and I fell right on top of Mrs. Sethi. In my desperation to hold onto something; I caught her shoulder with one hand and with the other, I caught one of her breasts and caught it firmly, as I fell on her. My actions were instantaneous and instinctive. My head and shoulder hit the edge of the bed and I passed out momentarily.

We both lay on the bed for a while. She was partially under me, our faces closely together. I gradually came around. Her eyes were looking into mine with some concern. My one hand instinctively still held onto her breast.

She looked flustered. Even in that condition, I could not control myself. I pushed my lips onto hers and kissed her. Initially she tried to move her lips away. However, due to my weight, she could not do so. After sometime, she began to respond. She was conscious of my one hand cupping and squeezing her breast. She did not try to move my hand away. Rather, she shuffled her body and brought my one leg between her legs. That gave me courage. I inserted my tongue into her mouth. She sucked my tongue in her mouth and licked it with her tongue. However, all of a sudden she began to shuffle and move away. Gradually, we separated.

I felt terribly frustrated. I somehow wanted her badly at that time and I knew that she also did. In anger, I began putting on my top. As I was dressing up, I asked her, "Tell me frankly, Sushma; do you also not want this? Your hubby continues to flirt with my wife and you have no objection to that?"

Then Mrs. Sethi had no answer. She thought for a while and said, "Well, that is all very well, but for the time being, please leave."

The matter ended there. I came out of her house and walked across to mine slowly.

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As soon as Mr. Sethi returned from that tour, he informed us that he got a job offer from Dubai. It was too good to be turned down. In about two weeks he had to leave India for Dubai with his family. He got a very good salary package with a paid accommodation. He was paid to bring his family also. Sethis threw a party for their friends and Mr. Sethi's colleagues, which we also attended.

Sethis began to wind up their house hold. They gifted us their fridge, TV and one bed. They disposed off the rest on sale. As the day of their departure neared, it began to down upon us that Sethis would not be much longer there with us to share our joys and sorrows. Tina was particularly affected. She shared such a wonderful chemistry with Sushma that they were almost like sisters.

Three days before they were to leave, they disposed off their all furniture and handed over their flat to their owner. With some baggage, they moved in with us. Sushma wanted to meet her mother in Chandigarh and left with their son for two days. Mr. Sethi wanted to complete some work in his office and had to stay back. He saw off his wife and went to his office to complete some formalities. I returned in the evening. Tina was sitting in the front of the TV, mindlessly changing the channels. Her face expressed her feelings. She was sad. I sat by her side and took her hand in mine. As soon as I empathised with her, she became emotional. A tear rolled out of her eyes. I wiped her tears.

She said, "They are such wonderful people. I wish they could have stayed for a little longer. Sushma is such a wonderful friend. She is more like my sister."

"And Mr. Sethi is such a wonderful friend." I completed. She nodded her head in agreement.

Although I also felt tightness in my throat; to lighten her mood, I smiled and told her, "At least Mr. Sethi shall be with us for the next two days. Let us all spend some good time together with him atlest." I saw a possibility of fulfilling my long unfulfilled desire. Tina nodded her head in agreement. Tina and I went and bought some things for Sethis.

Mr. Sethi returned in the evening. Tina and I took Mr. Sethi out to a bar to have some drinks and dinner. I asked her to wear the dress gifted by Mr. Sethi. Mr. Sethi had gifted her two sets of clothing. One was a night gown and the other was the one she wore that evening. It was a frock with a wide exposed neck area and rather short length that stopped well above her knee joint, with transparent black stockings. She agreed to wear the dress on that day with just one suggestion. On many earlier occasions, I tried hard to persuade to wear that dress. However, she would not agree. The dress had beautiful floral design. There was plenty of cleavage visible. As soon as Mr. Sethi saw her, he thanked her for wearing that dress for the evening. My wife was touched by Mr. Sethi's gesture.

In the bar, I let Tina sit next to Mr. Sethi. I sat opposite them. Tina's mood was not bright, because sethis were leaving. Mr. Sethi knew it and tried hard to make her feel better. He persuaded Tina to join us for drinks. She agreed to have a beer after some persuasion. Tina did not touch the glass for some time. When I asked her, she did not pay attention. Finally, when Mr. Sethi took her glass and pressed it to her lips; asking her to finish it; she gulped a few big sips. When Mr. Sethi repeated the process, she finished the glass.

As the spirit went in, her spirits began to rise. Gradually, she began to relax and feel better. When Mr. Sethi filled up her second glass; she did not offer any resistance. After she gulped a few sips to finish the second beer glass; she not only began to smile, but also respond to Satish's jokes. To placate her initially; Mr. Sethi held both her hands in his hands on the table. As Tina's mood changed; I saw one of his hands adjoining Tina, gradually disappear under the table. After some time, Tina's hand also disappeared under the table. I had no way of knowing whether they held each other's hands under the table, or were busy with feeling each other's undercarriage under the table. Surely, if they wanted just to hold their hands, they could as well have done it on the table like before.

I could clearly see beaming happiness on my wife's face. I noticed that she twitched her eyebrows thrice during dinner. Once during dinner, she caught my hand and dug her nail so hard that it hurt me. I felt that Mr. Sethi's hands were doing some things to her under the table. She felt so aroused that she was unable to control her reactions. I was aroused as well; seeing them playing hide and seek games under the table and wondered, what was in store during the rest of the night.

By the time, we came out of the restaurant at about 10.30 pm; we were all a bit tight and easygoing. My wife had finished two beers. That was more than she ever drank. I could see a hint of stagger in her walk. Mr. Sethi held her hand and supported her. He sensed that his going away was weighing on her mind. He did all he could to lighten her mood. He kept assuring her that he shall be in touch with us regularly even after leaving and also that he would come back soon. He always held her hands in his; as if they were a newly married couple.

I went to get the car from the parking lot. I moved ahead, leaving them behind. When I was returning with the car, I saw them from a long distance hugging each other. By the time, I reached nearer; they were walking with their hands in each other's waist. I was seeing my wife walking like this with any other (than me) man for the first time. They were absorbed in animated discussion on some topic. They kept on talking through the short drive. They seemed to be talking about some matters relating to Mr. Sethi's job.

Even after reaching home, they carried on talking nonstop. I asked Mr. Sethi to move in with us in our bedroom and keep talking. I told him that they could talk throughout the night. I told him that Tina and I had decided that we shall not sleep but will talk through the night. I went to Tina and whispered in her ears that she should wear that night suit, which was gifted by Mr. Sethi. I always wanted her to wear that. However, she had never worn it. Tina looked at me questioningly. I looked at her pleading. She nodded, smiled and went to washroom to change. Mr. Sethi and I changed into our lungi (a stitched wrap around cloth to cover lower half of our body) in the bedroom. I gave my Kurta to Mr. Sethi to wear for the night. I also put one on. We sat on the bed. I had a large blanket spread on it, sufficient to cover all of us. We waited for my wife, to emerge from the washroom.

When Tina came out of the washroom, Mr. Sethi and I lost our breath. She was wearing the night dress, which was gifted by Mr. Sethi, some time ago. It was almost a see through type. It had a lot of frills and pleats and plenty of embroidery. It was tied down by a cord hanging at the waist. The top of the dress at the neck showed plenty of cleavage. The shoulder flaps were such that if they were just pushed aside by hand, her breasts would get exposed and the dress would slide down simply by gravity. It was obvious that she did not wear anything underneath. The swaying of her breasts was clearly visible. She walked in like a princess. The beers had done a world of good to her mood. Mr. Sethi looked at her as if he would eat her. Tina saw his stare and blushed like a newly married bride standing naked on her wedding night, with her husband staring at her.

She had never worn that night dress earlier. She thought that it was too sexy and provocative. Many times Mr. Sethi and I had asked her to wear that dress earlier. She had stubbornly refused to wear it. She felt too shy to wear it. She looked like a sex Goddess in that dress. Her flowing gown resting provocatively on her hips, made her extremely desirable. She wanted him to feel happy that night by wearing that dress, gifted by him. I could not control my urge to feel her. I called her near me. She came closer. I wrapped my one arm around her waist, made her bend a little and kissed her on the lips.

She looked at Mr. Sethi. Then she walked slowly to the other end of the bed to go to Mr. Sethi. Mr. Sethi said, "Tina, you look so lovely and desirable." Looking at me, he said, "Tarun, please don't trust me tonight. She looks so seductive. Don't blame me, if I am unable to control myself tonight. Tina, It was good that you did not wear this earlier. I thank you for wearing this dress today. I had wanted to see you in this dress for a long time. You have given me two big surprising gifts in one day." I told Mr. Sethi to wait; the day was not yet over.

Tina smiled gleefully. She came in front of Mr.

Sethi I could see Mr. Sethi's eyes riveted on Tina's cleavage and her inviting shapely bums. Tina came closer to Mr. Sethi and rested her two hands on his shoulders. Then she said, Thank you Mr. Sethi. This is your gift. I should thank you. Tarun and I have full trust in you for tonight and forever, irrespective of anything and everything that you do."

I told Mr. Sethi, "Who asked you to control yourself?" This made Mr. Sethi happy and emotional. He never expected Tina to fulfil his desire in this manner. He pulled Tina closer and slowly, he kissed her on her cheeks. Tina was unable to control her emotions. When Mr. Sethi was nuzzling his mouth on her cheeks, she raised her face and levelled it with her face. Their noses almost touched each other. It must have taken a lot of will power for him not to kiss her on the lips. I could see a small tent rising between his legs showing desire building up in him. My condition was similar.

Mr. Sethi said promptly, "Don't call me Mr. Sethi. I am Satish for you two."

Without any hesitation, she said, "OK Satish, thank you." As soon as she said it, Mr. Sethi raised his head and looked straight into Tina's eyes. They were level face to face. I pushed his head slightly. Their heads were pressed together. With that push, he pressed his mouth on Tina's. Thus began what was a long kissing session between them. After the emotional session, she separated and looked at me. I sent her a flying kiss and signalled her to join us under the cover of the blanket.

She stood on the edge of the bed; unable to decide her location on the bed. As I slid under the cover of the blanket, I also signalled her to slide under the blanket between Mr. Sethi and me. I asked Mr. Sethi also to slide under the blanket and to continue their discussion.

Tina slowly slid under the covers of the blanket and was between us. I could see her feeling a little awkward; lying so close to Mr. Sethi in such a way that her body touched his. To make her feel comfortable; I slid closer to her and rolled my arm over her and pulled her closer to me in clear view of Mr. Sethi. My wife felt a bit awkward at my open expression of physical affection and looked at Mr. Sethi. When he smiled at her encouragingly and did not give any sign of awkwardness; she felt relaxed in my arms. I raised my head and asked Mr. Sethi to continue what he was saying. Mr. Sethi said that he was explaining to Tina that it was the time of professionalism in all sectors of life: be it job, business or a profession. Tina turned to face Mr. Sethi.

He mentioned about some habits he formed as a child, which helped him to be a better organizer. I asked him about his childhood. He said that his father was an engineer working in Military Engineering Services. During chid hood, his mother died. His father had to stay away from him because of his frequent transfers. His father did not want him to be disturbed in his studies. He therefore could not keep his son with him. Thus, Mr. Sethi did not experience any love of parents. He stayed with his father's sister until college.

His father's sister did not treat him well. Mr. Sethi was bright and smart, whilst her children were dull and dumb. She therefore did not like Satish, as a child. Many times, he felt like running away from her house. However, he decided not to take any impulsive action. Ho took consolation in the fact that at least she looked after him financially. His father was sending extra money to his sister for his studies and sustenance. She took some money from it for herself. Therefore, it was in her interest to pay for Mr. Sethi's expenses. As a child Satish was maltreated. He felt that he was raised almost like an orphan.

He spoke of an incident where he was badly humiliated. When all were invited to a function, he was made to sit with servants and not with her cousins. He was given treatment as if he did not belong to the family. Whilst he said that, his throat got choked with emotion. His narration was touching. I removed the blanket atop mine and rested my one arm on his shoulder. I pushed Tina to move closer to him. She wrapped her arms around him. She kissed his cheeks to wipe off tears from his eyes.

I said, "Many times, our difficulties become our big beneficiaries." I squeezed his shoulder a bit to empathise with him. In return, Mr. Sethi extended his arm and rested it on my shoulder. Since she was in the centre, our arms rested also on my wife's shoulder. Her boobs were pressed against Mr. Sethi's chest as she hugged him. After a while, she turned 90 degrees and rested on her back on the bed. Mr. Sethi and I faced each other with Tina lying between us. She was without bra and blouse. We could see her breasts swaying as she moved even a little. She saw that we were staring at her breasts. Tina slowly raised her blanket and covered herself under the blanket, leaving her head out.

Tina caught mine and Mr. Sethi's hands in her hands. Slowly she rested them on her belly just above her navel and petted them several times affectionately. I felt Tina's skin under my arm. Her top had moved up a little. I was sure Mr. Sethi also felt Tina's smooth skin under his arm. After a few seconds, Tina turned her face to look at me straight in the eyes questioningly. Her eyes were asking me if whatever was happening was ok with me. Perhaps Mr. Sethi moved his hand upward to touch her boobs or he played with her thighs with the other hand. I understood it. I turned her towards me with her back to Mr. Sethi. I and Mr. Sethi kept holding our hands resting on my wife's waist. I raised my head, raised her face and placed my lips on her and kissed her. I turned my head a little to see Mr. Sethi's reaction on seeing me kissing my wife. He smiled and seemed to be happy seeing me kiss her.

As soon as I finished the kiss, Tina looked at Mr. Sethi smiling. She returned to lie flat on her back again. Our hands shifted to rest on her belly. Mr. Sethi resumed his personal story of studying in spite of the problems. With such a beautiful woman lying invitingly, so close and the atmosphere surcharged with sex; I must admit that if I was in place of Mr. Sethi; I could not have focussed on the subject the way he did.

He was explaining her how he studied hard to reach the college and learnt to be professional and progressed through corporate ladder. Tina asked him how he prepared himself for the big task. As she asked him the question, she showed no sign of the effect of the two male arms resting on her belly, just between her jutting breasts and her love triangle. Mr. Sethi responded by talking about his college days. That was very interesting for her. She interrupted him to recall experience of her college days.

Tina laughingly talked about her hostel days and how she and one of her room mates fooled their hostel warden to get her permission for seeing movies under some pretext. She laughed a lot when she narrated about her escape through the gate to meet her friend outside, whilst her roommate talked to the security guard and kept him busy talking. When Tina spoke, Mr. Sethi encouraged her fully. He laughed, he agreed, he supported and sympathized with her as the situations demanded. He was in tune with Tina all the time. I never heard Tina talk so much. Enthused by the response from Mr. Sethi, she was almost unstoppable.

As they kept talking, I pretended to fall off to sleep and moved slightly away from my wife. I was wide awake though. I wanted to check, if they do anything after finding me asleep. I pretended to snore lightly. Tina turned to my side, kissed me on my forehead covered me up properly in the blanket and turned to tell Mr. Sethi that I had fallen asleep. Her back was to me and I could feel her bums touching my cock. From a corner of my eye, I could keep a watch on their activities. Innocently, I put my arm over her and pulled her closer to me. She had to move away from Mr. Sethi. When I put my arm around her and rested it near her belly button; I felt Mr. Sethi's arm already there. When he felt my arm, he moved his arm away.

Tina perhaps realized that she talked too much. She finished her stories and asked Mr. Sethi to carry on his college days. She poked his belly and asked him to describe about his flirting with girls. She asked him about his girl friends. As she asked him, she looked back at me. I had my eyes closed and snored a little. Feeling satisfied that I was asleep; she turned to face him and asked him to move closer and speak in low voice so as not to wake me up. I saw that slowly, Mr. Sethi's arm crept up over upper body of my wife. He slid closer to her. As Mr. Sethi rolled his arm over Tina, I moved away a little.

After that, their chat was in low voice and I could not hear much. Satish talked something in Tina's ears. Tina giggled. She replied back something after which they stopped talking. I partially opened my eyes and saw their heads pressed together. They were engaged in tight kiss. After complete silence, I could faintly hear slurping sound coming from them. I was having a real hard on. They kissed for a few minutes. Whilst they were kissing, Tina moved her arm below her and stretched it back towards me. She pinched my arm hard.

Perhaps she knew that I was not asleep but watching and hearing them. By pinching me, she conveyed to me that she was kissing Satish and she hoped that I did not mind. I caught the hand and poked my thumb into it hard enough to acknowledge that I was awake and that I did not mind. She looked back at me and winked at me. She could not see me. However, she knew that I was watching her. Then she pulled my hand towards her. Perhaps, she wanted me to lie closely behind her and witness what ever happened thereafter. I slid silently behind her and positioned my crotch to poke her buttocks.

Tina must have felt my hard erection on her bums. I resumed mild snoring. Before I could guess, I felt Mr. Sethi moving slightly away from my wife.

Tina raised her head to make some adjustment. She moved up in bed over the head of Mr. Sethi. I could not see but I sensed Mr. Sethi's hands playing with my wife's boobs. She had moved up so that her breasts were level with Mr. Sethi's mouth. From the body feel, I could clearly sense Mr. Sethi fondling my wife's breasts with his two hands. Obviously, he had pushed apart the flaps of Tina's lover friendly gown covering her breasts. I felt jealous. I also felt peculiar thrill. My head was buzzing with lightening sparks. This was the first time, that another man was fondling my wife's breasts. I was unable to control myself.