We awoke late the next morning to a bright sunny Saturday. Neha and I spent a lot of time discussing her experiences with Prakash. Going from a drunken quickie to an overnight stay was a huge leap and we were both worried that things might get out of control. I knew she really enjoyed her time with him, so I needed her to reassure me of my role in this little game, which she did. She said she was having a blast, but only wanted to continue if I was sure. She said she wasn't interested in fooling around with him without me. I knew she was telling me the truth, but in my gut wasn't sure if she could resist him if he made advances towards her.
We continued to enjoy our coffee and our day together in the living room. I was in my recliner and Neha was reclined on the couch. As I peeked over at her, my imagination and hormones took hold of my brain as visions of her and Prakash making love on the couch popped into my head. Obviously my face showed my pleasure as Neha spoke up. "What are you grinning at?"
I responded with. "I just realized that if I was, quote -- unquote, asleep in my chair that our couch is big enough for you and Prakash. If you positioned him just right, I could watch the two of you."
She grinned from ear to ear and replied with. "You are a dirty old man".
We didn't have much else planned for the day except dinner and drinks later with just the two of us. While we were sitting there Neha's cell phone rang, she grinned, and answered with. "Hi Prakash, what's up."
I knew he would contact her directly, I thought to myself. What a gentleman to call his girlfriend the next day after spending the night with her for the first time. Only his girlfriend was my wife! I continued to listen to her side of the conversation.
Her smiles to me reassured me as she responded to whatever it was he was telling her on the other end. "Dipak? Oh yes, he's sitting right here. Thank you. Me too. The pipe? Oh yeah it's just fine. You're really know how to work with your hands don't you? I was so happy that you came to my rescue. I'm not sure what I would have done without you."
I came up with another brainstorm at that point and interrupted her with. "Why don't you invite him to dinner and drinks with us tonight?"
"Prakash." she said. "Dipak would like to thank you for taking care of me last night. We're going out for dinner and drinks tonight. Why don't you come along with us? Great!"
She was grinning ear to ear and nodded yes to me. She continued. "You'll pick us up? About 7:00? We'll see you then. Bye."
"Well, you and I have work to do." she said to me after hanging up the phone.
"What do you mean?" I replied.
"We have to get me ready for our date with Prakash tonight. I can't wear the same old dress with him again, can I?" She asked.
I agreed, so we went out to the mall and picked out, not just a new dress, but new shoes, and a new bra and panties as well. We picked out a stunning short red dress and bought her lacy red panties and a lacy red bra. When we returned home she informed me that she had one other chore for me. Again she wanted me to shave her pussy so that it would still be nice and smooth for Prakash. Just as I did two nights ago, I shaved her pussy and tried to get my tongue inside it when I was finished. But, just as she did two nights ago she got me to hold off so she could save herself for Prakash. I reluctantly complied while once again my blue balls were in raging pain.
When Neha finished getting ready she was as beautiful as I had ever seen her. She was absolutely glowing with anticipation of the night's events. Prakash soon arrived and I met him at the door. "Thanks again buddy for taking care of Neha." I told him.
"The pleasure was all mine. She's a great lady." He replied.
I'm sure the pleasure was all yours I thought to myself. What a surreal experience it was greeting Prakash at the door in anticipation that Prakash's cock would later that night be buried deep inside my wife. It was then that Neha started coming down the stairs. Prakash's jaw literally dropped when he saw her. He seemed speechless like he didn't know what to say. Neha came up to him and gave him a little wink and his face turned as red as her dress. "Let's go fellas." she said, and we headed out the door.
On the ride to the restaurant, Neha was seated between Prakash and me in the taxi. Neha's short red dress was riding slightly up her beautiful thighs. I kept catching Prakash glancing down at her legs. I was trying my hardest to suppress an erection while thinking about the two of them fucking each other. I bet he was too.
Dinner was uneventful and Prakash picked out a bar to go to afterwards. We arrived there and found there was a large dance floor. Neha was excited because she loves to dance. We found a booth and ordered drinks. Neha was sitting between us. After a little while I asked her to dance so we could get some time alone. While we were dancing I told her that she was probably going to have to ask him to dance, because I didn't think he would ask her in front of me.
So, when we returned to the table Neha blurted out to Prakash. "Dipak's going to the bathroom. I need someone to dance with me. Come on!" He didn't have to be asked twice and practically jumped out of the booth as I dutifully made my way off to the restrooms.
When I returned they seemed to be having a good time on the dance floor. After a couple of more songs they returned to the booth. I noticed as we were sitting there that one of Prakash's hands wasn't on the table. I glanced down and found it on Neha's bare thigh. Moments later a song that Neha really likes started playing. She grabbed Prakash's hand without speaking and led him out to the floor. When that song finished, a slow dance song started. He seemed hesitant, but she quickly embraced him and they danced. He kept his hands to himself for the most part, but she had one hand on his ass. They continued to stay on the floor for a couple of songs until the next slow song. They moved themselves behind the crowd where I couldn't see clearly. When I did catch glimpses it was obvious their hands were all over each other and I think I saw him kissing her through the crowd.
After they returned to the booth both of them excused themselves to the restrooms. Neha returned first and climbed in next to me. She grabbed my hand and placed something soft and damp in it. I looked down to find her panties in my hand. I smiled at her and quickly stuffed them into my jeans when I saw Prakash return. He sat next to Neha as we finished another round. I glanced down again to find her dress hiked up even further than last time and Prakash's hand underneath it. Neha was squirming slightly in her seat and by the look in her eyes and the way she was breathing it was obvious that Prakash's hand was feeling her bare pussy.
A slow song came on again. I hated to interrupt them, but I wanted Neha alone for a minute, so I asked Prakash if I could steal his girl for a dance. He looked puzzled for a second and then said. "Hell yes, I'm sorry I monopolized her so long out there. It's just been forever since I went out dancing." I led Neha to the floor and embraced her tightly as we danced. My raging hard on was pressing against her. Neha noticed and squeezed my cock through my jeans and said that it appeared I was having as good a time as Prakash was. I asked her if she was ready to take Prakash home and follow through with our plan. She responded by taking my hand in the middle of the song and practically dragging me back to our table.
As we drove home by taking a taxi, he looked over at me and told me what a lucky guy I was. Neha turned to me and practically jammed her tongue down my throat. I could tell that, sexually speaking, she was fully charged. I whispered to her that I loved her and she responded with the same. When we arrived at the house, I asked Prakash if he would like to come inside for a night cap. I didn't think he could climb out of the taxi fast enough.
Once inside after paying the taxi driver, Prakash sat down on the couch and I turned on the television and fixed us some drinks while Neha went up to change. As she walked up the stairs I swear I could see a wet stain on the back up her dress. Without her panties, her pussy must have been soaking the material on her dress during the ride home.
I thought Neha would throw on some sweats or something, but instead she came out in a sheer nightie that I had never seen before. I found out later that she bought it two days before in anticipation of her previous encounter with Prakash. However, she never got to wear it because he quickly got her out of her dress and she was naked during the rest of their time together. You could see the outline of her nipples through the sheer material. I couldn't see any panties on her through the material, so I assumed she had none. I'm sure Prakash's reaction was the same as he stared at her. Neha sat between us but leaned towards me as we worked on our drinks and all pretended to watch whatever it was on the television. The silence was deafening as none of us seemed to know how to make the inevitable happen. On one hand I wanted to throw Prakash's ass out of the house and fuck Neha like there was no tomorrow. But on the other hand, I knew that Neha was anticipating spreading her legs for him, not me.
I broke the ice by getting up to go to the bathroom and feigned stumbling on the way, while telling the two of them it seemed that I drank too much. Neha got up to fix them a couple more drinks. When I returned, Prakash immediately got up to go the bathroom. I took advantage of his absence by turning off the light and taking my place in my recliner. Neha came into the room and saw me. "I take it you want this to happen again?" she whispered. Prakash was coming out of the bathroom, so I just quickly nodded my head yes and began pretending to sleep.
(To Be Continued).
We continued to enjoy our coffee and our day together in the living room. I was in my recliner and Neha was reclined on the couch. As I peeked over at her, my imagination and hormones took hold of my brain as visions of her and Prakash making love on the couch popped into my head. Obviously my face showed my pleasure as Neha spoke up. "What are you grinning at?"
I responded with. "I just realized that if I was, quote -- unquote, asleep in my chair that our couch is big enough for you and Prakash. If you positioned him just right, I could watch the two of you."
She grinned from ear to ear and replied with. "You are a dirty old man".
We didn't have much else planned for the day except dinner and drinks later with just the two of us. While we were sitting there Neha's cell phone rang, she grinned, and answered with. "Hi Prakash, what's up."
I knew he would contact her directly, I thought to myself. What a gentleman to call his girlfriend the next day after spending the night with her for the first time. Only his girlfriend was my wife! I continued to listen to her side of the conversation.
Her smiles to me reassured me as she responded to whatever it was he was telling her on the other end. "Dipak? Oh yes, he's sitting right here. Thank you. Me too. The pipe? Oh yeah it's just fine. You're really know how to work with your hands don't you? I was so happy that you came to my rescue. I'm not sure what I would have done without you."
I came up with another brainstorm at that point and interrupted her with. "Why don't you invite him to dinner and drinks with us tonight?"
"Prakash." she said. "Dipak would like to thank you for taking care of me last night. We're going out for dinner and drinks tonight. Why don't you come along with us? Great!"
She was grinning ear to ear and nodded yes to me. She continued. "You'll pick us up? About 7:00? We'll see you then. Bye."
"Well, you and I have work to do." she said to me after hanging up the phone.
"What do you mean?" I replied.
"We have to get me ready for our date with Prakash tonight. I can't wear the same old dress with him again, can I?" She asked.
I agreed, so we went out to the mall and picked out, not just a new dress, but new shoes, and a new bra and panties as well. We picked out a stunning short red dress and bought her lacy red panties and a lacy red bra. When we returned home she informed me that she had one other chore for me. Again she wanted me to shave her pussy so that it would still be nice and smooth for Prakash. Just as I did two nights ago, I shaved her pussy and tried to get my tongue inside it when I was finished. But, just as she did two nights ago she got me to hold off so she could save herself for Prakash. I reluctantly complied while once again my blue balls were in raging pain.
When Neha finished getting ready she was as beautiful as I had ever seen her. She was absolutely glowing with anticipation of the night's events. Prakash soon arrived and I met him at the door. "Thanks again buddy for taking care of Neha." I told him.
"The pleasure was all mine. She's a great lady." He replied.
I'm sure the pleasure was all yours I thought to myself. What a surreal experience it was greeting Prakash at the door in anticipation that Prakash's cock would later that night be buried deep inside my wife. It was then that Neha started coming down the stairs. Prakash's jaw literally dropped when he saw her. He seemed speechless like he didn't know what to say. Neha came up to him and gave him a little wink and his face turned as red as her dress. "Let's go fellas." she said, and we headed out the door.
On the ride to the restaurant, Neha was seated between Prakash and me in the taxi. Neha's short red dress was riding slightly up her beautiful thighs. I kept catching Prakash glancing down at her legs. I was trying my hardest to suppress an erection while thinking about the two of them fucking each other. I bet he was too.
Dinner was uneventful and Prakash picked out a bar to go to afterwards. We arrived there and found there was a large dance floor. Neha was excited because she loves to dance. We found a booth and ordered drinks. Neha was sitting between us. After a little while I asked her to dance so we could get some time alone. While we were dancing I told her that she was probably going to have to ask him to dance, because I didn't think he would ask her in front of me.
So, when we returned to the table Neha blurted out to Prakash. "Dipak's going to the bathroom. I need someone to dance with me. Come on!" He didn't have to be asked twice and practically jumped out of the booth as I dutifully made my way off to the restrooms.
When I returned they seemed to be having a good time on the dance floor. After a couple of more songs they returned to the booth. I noticed as we were sitting there that one of Prakash's hands wasn't on the table. I glanced down and found it on Neha's bare thigh. Moments later a song that Neha really likes started playing. She grabbed Prakash's hand without speaking and led him out to the floor. When that song finished, a slow dance song started. He seemed hesitant, but she quickly embraced him and they danced. He kept his hands to himself for the most part, but she had one hand on his ass. They continued to stay on the floor for a couple of songs until the next slow song. They moved themselves behind the crowd where I couldn't see clearly. When I did catch glimpses it was obvious their hands were all over each other and I think I saw him kissing her through the crowd.
After they returned to the booth both of them excused themselves to the restrooms. Neha returned first and climbed in next to me. She grabbed my hand and placed something soft and damp in it. I looked down to find her panties in my hand. I smiled at her and quickly stuffed them into my jeans when I saw Prakash return. He sat next to Neha as we finished another round. I glanced down again to find her dress hiked up even further than last time and Prakash's hand underneath it. Neha was squirming slightly in her seat and by the look in her eyes and the way she was breathing it was obvious that Prakash's hand was feeling her bare pussy.
A slow song came on again. I hated to interrupt them, but I wanted Neha alone for a minute, so I asked Prakash if I could steal his girl for a dance. He looked puzzled for a second and then said. "Hell yes, I'm sorry I monopolized her so long out there. It's just been forever since I went out dancing." I led Neha to the floor and embraced her tightly as we danced. My raging hard on was pressing against her. Neha noticed and squeezed my cock through my jeans and said that it appeared I was having as good a time as Prakash was. I asked her if she was ready to take Prakash home and follow through with our plan. She responded by taking my hand in the middle of the song and practically dragging me back to our table.
As we drove home by taking a taxi, he looked over at me and told me what a lucky guy I was. Neha turned to me and practically jammed her tongue down my throat. I could tell that, sexually speaking, she was fully charged. I whispered to her that I loved her and she responded with the same. When we arrived at the house, I asked Prakash if he would like to come inside for a night cap. I didn't think he could climb out of the taxi fast enough.
Once inside after paying the taxi driver, Prakash sat down on the couch and I turned on the television and fixed us some drinks while Neha went up to change. As she walked up the stairs I swear I could see a wet stain on the back up her dress. Without her panties, her pussy must have been soaking the material on her dress during the ride home.
I thought Neha would throw on some sweats or something, but instead she came out in a sheer nightie that I had never seen before. I found out later that she bought it two days before in anticipation of her previous encounter with Prakash. However, she never got to wear it because he quickly got her out of her dress and she was naked during the rest of their time together. You could see the outline of her nipples through the sheer material. I couldn't see any panties on her through the material, so I assumed she had none. I'm sure Prakash's reaction was the same as he stared at her. Neha sat between us but leaned towards me as we worked on our drinks and all pretended to watch whatever it was on the television. The silence was deafening as none of us seemed to know how to make the inevitable happen. On one hand I wanted to throw Prakash's ass out of the house and fuck Neha like there was no tomorrow. But on the other hand, I knew that Neha was anticipating spreading her legs for him, not me.
I broke the ice by getting up to go to the bathroom and feigned stumbling on the way, while telling the two of them it seemed that I drank too much. Neha got up to fix them a couple more drinks. When I returned, Prakash immediately got up to go the bathroom. I took advantage of his absence by turning off the light and taking my place in my recliner. Neha came into the room and saw me. "I take it you want this to happen again?" she whispered. Prakash was coming out of the bathroom, so I just quickly nodded my head yes and began pretending to sleep.
(To Be Continued).