Even after 20 years of marriage, he still is the same. When I confronted him with my inability to reach an orgasm regularly, he got angry and said that I was trying to blame on him for my inability to get excited and asked me to masturbate whenever I did not climax. Since that day I have been doing the same. He rolls over to sleep immediately after sex. It is then that I go to the bathroom and rub myself. Also he likes to consider me like a showpiece, which he takes along to parties. He has a personally selected collection of clothes for me to be worn at such parties. His attitude at such cocktail parties is: "I have the thing you all want".
I do not like this but have to bear it. Coming back, after he left the kitchen, I wore my panty and adjusted the slip, tucking in my tits and then served him tea. He sat on the couch watched the news when his cell phone rang. It was his boss on the line. After talking to him my husband said-
"Come on honey, boss has invited us to the party he has at his house. We must go."
He took a quick bath and got dressed. As it was a ritual, I had to strip fully. Then he selected my undergarments and all my clothes. Today he made me wear a red bikini panty. Then he made me wear a black petticoat, under the navel. Then I wore a black short-sleeved blouse having just two strings at the back, which meant no bra. The neckline was really round and low. The tight blouse always made my breasts push sideways. Then I wore a black silk sari in with the pallu coming from behind to front. I left my long straight hair open and put on bright red lipstick. No make up for me. He personally sprayed perfume on my belly, armpits and even on my cleavage.
I knew I looked like a sex object in the dress. I was happy that my daughter wasn't around. I felt really embarrassed wearing such dresses to public parties. I have never been able to talk to her about it, but my husband always says that you will understand when you grow up line to her quizzical looks when she saw me dressed sexily, going to late night parties. But I think now she has grown up and understands her father. Then I wore his favorite 3-inch high-heeled silver sandals and soon we were in the car.
His boss's name was Mr. Rajan Saxena. He is 55 years old, bald, slightly overweight, but really tall (about 6.2") and really strong. He is a foreign educated person and extremely intelligent. He is really polite and soft spoken. He has a knocker as his wife. Alisha is only 32 years old and a perfect 10 figure. She was the daughter of an army colonel. He also has a 20-year-old son from his first marriage, which ended with a divorce over his affair with the present wife. His son studied in the U.S.
Their house was on the outskirts of the city. It was a big bungalow with lawns on the front and back and also a pool at the back.
As we reached the house by about 9:00 p.m., we were instructed by the watchman to park the car in the lane, as the parking was full. So we parked our car and entered the house, to be greeted by Alisha. She was wearing a golden colored party gown, with two thin straps on the shoulder and a cut up to her right thigh. The dress was of some kind of a satin material, accentuating her figure. I could notice that she did not wear any bra, as her pointed nipples were visible too. Her shoulder length hairs were left open. Her flawless face was covered with light make-up. She wore a diamond pendant with some diamond earrings.
She smiled at us and welcomed us saying- "Hello Mr. Sharma, hi Aditi. We've been waiting for you guys. We thought you would come with your daughter"; and then leading us to the back of the bungalow.
It was when she turned around that we got a view of her plunging back, which exposed her back fully. The back lawn was filled with about 50-60 people. Some were from my husband's office, but many were strangers to me. They were all couples. The pool was empty due to the chilly weather. But there were plenty of people on the lawn and the wooden platform on the right side corner used as the dancing floor.
There were a few bonfires lit on the lawn. As we greeted Merry Christmas to the guests, I saw my husband stealing a few glances at Alisha. I knew he always lusted for her. He himself had once told me the rumor that did rounds in their office, that Alisha was an insatiable bitch, and that she slept with both her husband and her step-son. He also mentioned about the time when she entered her stepson's pool party dressed in a bikini. They believed that the only reason she married Rajan was that he is very rich and was really good in bed, and could satisfy her urges, even at this age.
As we talked to many people, Alisha called us in to the house. Inside Rajan sat with his personal friends and their respective wives on a large circular couch. The room had the full view of the party outside through a floor to ceiling and wall-to-wall glass. Rajan greeted us and introduced us to all his friends. As we settled down on the couch, I noticed Alisha responding to my husband's stares by smiling at him. Soon the men were drinking Champagne and the women had Gin. We drank for almost an hour. We all soon shifted out to the lawns. I noticed Ved, Rajan's son with some of his friends dancing on the dance floor.
By about 11:00 p.m. many people had left. Now maybe the number was around 20. As I stood alone in a corner, Rajan approached me and asked me for a dance. I looked around for my husband. He was nowhere to be seen. "Don't think about your hubby. He is doing some serious business." Rajan said.
Saying so, he led me to the dance floor, which had three other couples dancing to a soft romantic track. Immediately he pulled me in his arms and put his right arm on my waist. As we danced to the soft music, I was feeling really tired with the day's occurrences and I also was a little tipsy. So I rested my head on Rajan's chest and closed my eyes. As soon as I did this, Rajan pulled my body close to his. I felt his erection on my stomach as his hand went down to squeeze my ass.
"No please Mr. Saxena, I am really very tired....people must be watching" I said.
But he continued his caressing of my ass cheeks. I started to feel a little giddy. This was surprising, as I only had taken a Gin and couple of Champagnes. I felt a strong suspicion that something was mixed in my drinks as I felt a pulse hitting me in the head. I felt really weak in the legs. I felt like I would fall.
"Hold me around my neck Aditi", said Rajan, taking my hands from around his waist and placing on his shoulders.
I tightened my grip around his neck to stop from falling. Seeing me in this state, he made his move. He caught hold of my sari pallu from behind and slowly pulled it off my shoulders. I could hear whistles and claps as my backless and low-neck sleeveless blouse was exposed. I opened my eyes with some difficulty and looked around. To my shock, we were the only ones on the dance floor. Everybody else was standing in a circle around the floor. I could still not find my husband.
As I was looking around, Rajan grabbed my long open hair and smooched me roughly. His tongue probed my mouth and his hand squeezed my boobs. I heard more whistles and catcalls. But what followed was really outrageous. Rajan put his hand into my waist, undid the knot of my petticoat and loosened it fully. Within a second, my sari and petticoat were around my silver high heels. I was standing in the arms of a stranger and between about 15 men and women in only my black short-sleeved and backless blouse without any bra underneath and a skimpy red bikini panty with the silver shoes.
"Hey Rajan, we can't see the bitch's ass. Could you move her hair or should I help?" said a voice.
This was followed by laughter all around. As Rajan moved aside my hair, I heard catcalls and comments like –
"Look at that ass"
"I'll lose all my money for that butt"
"Take off that panty and show us the globes".
Rajan laughed and replied, "have some patience guys, the bitch is totally stoned and under our control. It's only 11:20 PM, the night is still young."
Saying so, he patted my ass and wiggled my ass cheeks.
I do not like this but have to bear it. Coming back, after he left the kitchen, I wore my panty and adjusted the slip, tucking in my tits and then served him tea. He sat on the couch watched the news when his cell phone rang. It was his boss on the line. After talking to him my husband said-
"Come on honey, boss has invited us to the party he has at his house. We must go."
He took a quick bath and got dressed. As it was a ritual, I had to strip fully. Then he selected my undergarments and all my clothes. Today he made me wear a red bikini panty. Then he made me wear a black petticoat, under the navel. Then I wore a black short-sleeved blouse having just two strings at the back, which meant no bra. The neckline was really round and low. The tight blouse always made my breasts push sideways. Then I wore a black silk sari in with the pallu coming from behind to front. I left my long straight hair open and put on bright red lipstick. No make up for me. He personally sprayed perfume on my belly, armpits and even on my cleavage.
I knew I looked like a sex object in the dress. I was happy that my daughter wasn't around. I felt really embarrassed wearing such dresses to public parties. I have never been able to talk to her about it, but my husband always says that you will understand when you grow up line to her quizzical looks when she saw me dressed sexily, going to late night parties. But I think now she has grown up and understands her father. Then I wore his favorite 3-inch high-heeled silver sandals and soon we were in the car.
His boss's name was Mr. Rajan Saxena. He is 55 years old, bald, slightly overweight, but really tall (about 6.2") and really strong. He is a foreign educated person and extremely intelligent. He is really polite and soft spoken. He has a knocker as his wife. Alisha is only 32 years old and a perfect 10 figure. She was the daughter of an army colonel. He also has a 20-year-old son from his first marriage, which ended with a divorce over his affair with the present wife. His son studied in the U.S.
Their house was on the outskirts of the city. It was a big bungalow with lawns on the front and back and also a pool at the back.
As we reached the house by about 9:00 p.m., we were instructed by the watchman to park the car in the lane, as the parking was full. So we parked our car and entered the house, to be greeted by Alisha. She was wearing a golden colored party gown, with two thin straps on the shoulder and a cut up to her right thigh. The dress was of some kind of a satin material, accentuating her figure. I could notice that she did not wear any bra, as her pointed nipples were visible too. Her shoulder length hairs were left open. Her flawless face was covered with light make-up. She wore a diamond pendant with some diamond earrings.
She smiled at us and welcomed us saying- "Hello Mr. Sharma, hi Aditi. We've been waiting for you guys. We thought you would come with your daughter"; and then leading us to the back of the bungalow.
It was when she turned around that we got a view of her plunging back, which exposed her back fully. The back lawn was filled with about 50-60 people. Some were from my husband's office, but many were strangers to me. They were all couples. The pool was empty due to the chilly weather. But there were plenty of people on the lawn and the wooden platform on the right side corner used as the dancing floor.
There were a few bonfires lit on the lawn. As we greeted Merry Christmas to the guests, I saw my husband stealing a few glances at Alisha. I knew he always lusted for her. He himself had once told me the rumor that did rounds in their office, that Alisha was an insatiable bitch, and that she slept with both her husband and her step-son. He also mentioned about the time when she entered her stepson's pool party dressed in a bikini. They believed that the only reason she married Rajan was that he is very rich and was really good in bed, and could satisfy her urges, even at this age.
As we talked to many people, Alisha called us in to the house. Inside Rajan sat with his personal friends and their respective wives on a large circular couch. The room had the full view of the party outside through a floor to ceiling and wall-to-wall glass. Rajan greeted us and introduced us to all his friends. As we settled down on the couch, I noticed Alisha responding to my husband's stares by smiling at him. Soon the men were drinking Champagne and the women had Gin. We drank for almost an hour. We all soon shifted out to the lawns. I noticed Ved, Rajan's son with some of his friends dancing on the dance floor.
By about 11:00 p.m. many people had left. Now maybe the number was around 20. As I stood alone in a corner, Rajan approached me and asked me for a dance. I looked around for my husband. He was nowhere to be seen. "Don't think about your hubby. He is doing some serious business." Rajan said.
Saying so, he led me to the dance floor, which had three other couples dancing to a soft romantic track. Immediately he pulled me in his arms and put his right arm on my waist. As we danced to the soft music, I was feeling really tired with the day's occurrences and I also was a little tipsy. So I rested my head on Rajan's chest and closed my eyes. As soon as I did this, Rajan pulled my body close to his. I felt his erection on my stomach as his hand went down to squeeze my ass.
"No please Mr. Saxena, I am really very tired....people must be watching" I said.
But he continued his caressing of my ass cheeks. I started to feel a little giddy. This was surprising, as I only had taken a Gin and couple of Champagnes. I felt a strong suspicion that something was mixed in my drinks as I felt a pulse hitting me in the head. I felt really weak in the legs. I felt like I would fall.
"Hold me around my neck Aditi", said Rajan, taking my hands from around his waist and placing on his shoulders.
I tightened my grip around his neck to stop from falling. Seeing me in this state, he made his move. He caught hold of my sari pallu from behind and slowly pulled it off my shoulders. I could hear whistles and claps as my backless and low-neck sleeveless blouse was exposed. I opened my eyes with some difficulty and looked around. To my shock, we were the only ones on the dance floor. Everybody else was standing in a circle around the floor. I could still not find my husband.
As I was looking around, Rajan grabbed my long open hair and smooched me roughly. His tongue probed my mouth and his hand squeezed my boobs. I heard more whistles and catcalls. But what followed was really outrageous. Rajan put his hand into my waist, undid the knot of my petticoat and loosened it fully. Within a second, my sari and petticoat were around my silver high heels. I was standing in the arms of a stranger and between about 15 men and women in only my black short-sleeved and backless blouse without any bra underneath and a skimpy red bikini panty with the silver shoes.
"Hey Rajan, we can't see the bitch's ass. Could you move her hair or should I help?" said a voice.
This was followed by laughter all around. As Rajan moved aside my hair, I heard catcalls and comments like –
"Look at that ass"
"I'll lose all my money for that butt"
"Take off that panty and show us the globes".
Rajan laughed and replied, "have some patience guys, the bitch is totally stoned and under our control. It's only 11:20 PM, the night is still young."
Saying so, he patted my ass and wiggled my ass cheeks.