Sameer had been known to my husband for years before our marriage, in fact when I came as a newlywed bride, he had welcomed us and had helped me set up home in the building where we all lived. He was in the habit of dropping in some evenings and staying over for dinner as he was divorced and lived as a bachelor.

This closeness through the days between us had been on a very innocent level and Sameer has always been a gentleman. Once in a while I would catch him staring at my breasts or legs, but I always felt that was normal behavior for a man. And I also came to know that he had some affairs with a few married ladies. I was friendly with a girl who told me that her best friend had a hot affair with Sameer and she used to swear by Sameer that he was the best man ever she had ever slept with.

In these recent days however something had changed a bit. Our relationship had subtly changed. Maybe I was giving out some kind of signal as my sex life wasn’t quite what I would like. My husband and I had sex, but over the months it had gotten a bit stale and I never enjoyed sex with him. He was also not been caring at times when it came to my needs, occasionally leaving me high and dry after his orgasm. However my husband Ram had a strange habit of making me expose in front of others and show off my beauty and good figure. He used to get a thrill out of it and had bought me so many clothes which exposed my body. He bought me sexy saree’s with deep back and low neck blouses which did not cover much of my boobs. In fact I really had a beautiful pairs of tits (38D).

I remember on our honeymoon in Goa, he made me sleep in just a bra and a panty when the waiter came to deliver us tea. And on one occasion, I was topless on the beach when a young boy passed by. This also continued in Delhi when we moved to this place. After showing off my body to others in parties and other places he used to get excited and that night he used to have wild sex which I also liked.

Now coming back to Sameer, over the last few weeks, Sameer and I had been flirting a bit – there were some innocent hugs and pecks on the cheeks but nothing more. We had seen each other a lot at the lakeside boat house in bathing suits and a couple of times accidentally partially nude. Once he caught me changing and I was in my bra & panties and once I caught him in his briefs, with his back turned. Along with this we had seen each other many times in pajamas so we were quite comfortable with each other.

One night we met for drinks. That day Ram told me to wear something very sexy. I understood that he wanted me to show off my body to others, so I selected a very sexy dress which he had purchased for me. It was with a very deep back and it had to be worn without a bra. There were cups in front to hold the boobs. I was really looking very sexy in that. It was supposed to be a bunch of friends but instead because of schedules it ended up just us three.

It was a Delhi club full of young crowd. We sat and stood at the bar and talked and at some point the conversation turned to sex. Whether it was my comfort levels with him or the drinks I had consumed, the conversation became very open and honest. We talked about a bunch of very personal things that surprised my husband. Things like whether we liked oral sex, whether I swallowed, even whether I had vaginal orgasms. We talked about sexy lingerie, and then the killer when I said — “my husband and I don’t have nearly enough sex!” this was said luckily when my husband went to the bathroom otherwise he would have felt very bad. The night continued and we even danced a bit. Our conversation had taken its toll on us as Sameer and I were much touchier than normal. Whether it was just standing a little too close in the crowded bar knowing my butt was up against him or dancing, it seemed we were always touching lightly.

During one dance he had practically placed his hand on my butt and later shifted on my nude back. He used to hold me tight whenever Ram was not watching or was out of the room. He used to pull me close to him and at times I could feel his crotch with a little bulge on my stomach and my boobs used to get pressed against his chest. The night ended and we parted as friends due with a warm hug.

Both of us however from that point on seemed to join a tighter bond with each other and there was a sexual tension that had never been there before. Whether it was the innocent touches or the frank sexual discussion I didn’t know.

A few weeks later we accidentally met at a mall, one of Gurgaon’s largest malls. I had gone to pick up some clothes after work and he was also shopping. I was enjoying the quiet cup of coffee at the coffee outlet when I saw Sameer. He sat down, got coffee and we chatted. After some innocent chatter I mentioned that I needed to shop, he offered to walk with me since he also had to shop. As we walked we chatted a bit but nothing sexual. Then we entered a Nike store as I needed to get some sneakers. As I sat down, I didn’t realize it at the time but Sameer was sitting directly across from me. As I tried on a couple of pairs, I realized he was gazing at my legs as they parted. Now I was feeling a little horny and I decided to lead him on a bit. His view wasn’t probably all that good as the skirt I was wearing wasn’t that short but I made sure my legs spread apart each time I tried on a pair and flashed him a few times before settling on a pair. We left the store and walked around looking for another store.

As we walked I thought about teasing him a little more as it felt pretty comfortable teasing him in a place like this where there were lot of people walking around and no one knew us. The next store was Westside, I was looking for some track suits to wear to the gym and he was looking for jeans. We picked out a few sizes each and headed towards the changing rooms. The salesgirl gave us two rooms next to each other and as I went in, I told Sameer that I wanted his opinion on what I was buying.

I started by removing my skirt and putting on a pair of the tracks, I then came out of room and knocked on his door. He opened it a bit and to my surprise he was standing in just his briefs. He was yet to put on his jeans. Although it caught me a little off guard, I did not react as I had seen him a couple of times before in his underwear. Of course, I could not help staring at his crotch – it looked like a mild erection was in progress and it looked big. I asked if the track suit fit nicely and he said — “they were nice but maybe I should get a smaller size which would do justice to my figure.” As he was talking, he pulled on his jeans with his ass towards me and facing the mirror. He turned and I told him they looked good but he too should try on the smaller size. I then jokingly said that maybe we should both try the other clothes together to save the effort of going between rooms to show our stuff to each other. That was enough for him, he just picked up his stuff and we both squeezed into my cubicle. I could see the salesgirl smirk!

I was feeling very naughty by now and proceeded to slip off the track pant. I also removed my shirt and stood there checking out myself in the mirror. He looked at me of course but also acted quite matter of fact about it. I told him that his briefs looked great and then he commented that I look very sexy in the black bra and panties. I then pulled on the smaller pants and turned around to see in the mirror. These were white as well as being too tight in the crotch and realized with a shock that my panties were wet and it showed through the pants. He said these were better, now it’s my turn to put on the show. He pulled down his jeans but as he had not removed the top button, it ended up in his briefs coming down too and the start of his cock could be seen. He made no attempt to pull up his briefs and instead nonchalantly pulled on the jeans. Finally after a couple of more trials, we both got dressed, paid for our items and left the store.

By now I was feeling very horny, not that I was going to do anything about it but it had turned out to be a very nice shopping experience. Then as we walked and commented about the conversation we had in the bar, one thing we had chatted about was a thong. He had said how sexy they were and I had mentioned that I didn’t have any since my husband didn’t seem to like them. So then he dragged me into Victoria Secrets and started to look through the panties. I am not shy but was a little embarrassed as he went through picking out different ones, finally I agreed to two of them. He paid for them and handed me the bag, with a naughty smile he said that for buying them someday I should let him see how they looked, he even mentioned that he should get to see them before my husband did. I laughed and said not here, he of course answered maybe someday when I had the chance. My quick response of not here had pretty much implied that I would somewhere else. This hadn’t really been my intention but it was too late. We left the mall and he escorted me to my car, a warm hug and peck as always followed but I thought his lips had slightly opened as I felt a wetness on my lips but I wasn’t totally sure. I drove off feeling incredibly sexy.

A couple of days later we were all sitting around in our den. It was a Saturday night and the three of us were chilling out over some beer. Sameer was staying the night as his house was being fumigated, it had been a terrible rainy weekend and none of the regular friends and family was over. So there we sat after a rainy day, we had consumed a fair amount of whisky and wine.

The first thing sexy thing that had happened earlier between us that day is that Sameer had kidded me about my thong so when I showered that evening I had put them on. So later in the evening when my husband was in the bathroom and we were alone he asked to see them. We traded some shy comments, I kept saying I can’t here, he of course said it was safe for a quick flash and anyway he had already seen me in my panty at the shop. It was a little cool evening so I had put on some long pajama pants and a T-shirt. Sameer had noticed the thong through the pajamas in the light. He insisted that all he wanted was a quick peek and I could easily pull my pants down for a second, well it was pretty scary but also very sexy so I did it. I pulled down my pajamas and showed him the front of the tiny thong and then turned quickly and showed the back. He told me I looked amazing and I pulled them right up.

I was so hot showing off for him like that I can’t describe, the thong was so small that it covered little, plus the thought that my husband hadn’t even seen them yet also made it that much more naughty. So there we were few hours later in the den with some more whisky and wine under our belts. Now my husband for the past few months has liked when guys look at me in bathing suits and stuff so what was about to happen wasn’t that crazy even though he could also at other times be very jealous. He talked about playing strip poker and of course Sameer approved. I don’t like being dared so I went along and I think my husband thought I wouldn’t have gone along, or he figured I would play down to my underwear and quit. But he hadn’t realized how little my underwear was and he also underestimated my competitiveness. He also had no idea of this building sexual tension between Sameer and I who made the thought of some nudity sound quite hot to me.

So we sat down and played. The first few hands were pretty uneventful. We all lost a few hands and lost our socks and jewelry. We were down to real stuff now, everybody had on a t-shirt, I had on pajamas and the guys had shorts, and all had underwear.

The next to lose was my husband; he took off his tee, which exposed his chest. Then Sameer lost and also took off his shirt. He had very good body and hairy chest which I really liked. I admired his chest and gave a naughty smile and he also smiled back. Again Sameer lost and took off his shorts. He was wearing briefs instead of the boxers I had seen him in a few times before and he seemed semi hard as his bulge was looking big. . I was enjoying looking at him and his semi hard cock for the first time.

Then I lost, I had a hard decision, if I took off my shirt I will be left in a bra, or I could do my pants and expose my thong. As I thought my husband commented that I was quitting, I gave him a look and stood and stepped out of my pants. Wow he said noticing I was wearing a thong; I took a little spin saying you like. Then I winked at Sameer as my husband’s reaction had just confirmed that Sameer was the first to see my thong. I felt so naughty sitting their knowing Sameer had not only seen them first but also picked them out and paid for them. The next round Ram lost and took off his shorts. I giggled a bit as he sat back down cause even he had a hard on but his bulge was looking smaller than Sameer’s.

Now my husband said that the game was over, Sameer said we should play till one winner, my husband started saying no he was tired etc. so I chimed in saying, look who was quitting now. I was dying now to continue and see where this game will take us. I did not even mind getting naked in front of Sameer and I was about to say I would keep playing when he decided to continue. However he said that we will not strip any further but the loser will have to do what the winners say.

The next loss was mine; so both the men had to decide what they wanted me to do. Sameer gave an idea that I should have a close dance with them with only the dim lights on. Ram also agreed, so I got up and Ram came to me first and Sameer played a cd with real slow numbers. My husband caught me and took me in a tight hug and danced for few minutes and kept kissing me and I could feel his hard on and knew he wanted me badly. Then it was the turn of Sameer to dance with me. He came close to me and slowly took me in his arms while Ram watched with eyes fixed on me and he gave me a naughty smile.

Sameer pulled me closer and we started to dance slowly. I could also feel his hard on which looked more than what my husband had. Then Ram said that he was going to the bathroom and will be back in a few minutes. This was enough for Sameer to pull me close to him and I was a little scared that Ram may come in the room any time but Sameer was just not willing to listen to me. My breast were pressed against his hairy chest and his hard cock was pressing against my stomach. I was getting wet in my panties and was on the verge of dripping. I could feel his hot breath on my face, neck and ears. His hands were all over my back and he slowly moved them to my naked butt as my thong hardly covered anything. I slowly whispered to Sameer that Ram may come anytime. He also understood and released his grip and just then Ram walked in and we finished our dance.

After that my husband decided that we will have a last game and then call it a day. So it was decided that anyone who loses now will remove his one garment while the light were totally dim and we call it a day. As luck would have it I lost and I hard to remove one garment out of the two I was wearing. I decided to open my bra and as I took my hands behind my back to unhook my bra my husband switched off all the lights with little light coming out from the kitchen and the bedroom. I unhooked my bra and slowly let it fall to the ground and exposed my breasts and my rock hard nipples. Even in the dim light, my boobs were visible to both of them. My husband seemed quiet while Sameer made a gentlemanly comment about how nice they are. I was only left in panties which really did not cover much. Sameer was looking hard at my tits and then winked at me. My husband quickly declared himself and Sameer the winners and suggested we turn in. I knew he was getting jealous about Sameer looking at my half naked body but I wanted to enjoy the moment. I sat there finishing my wine and making small talk about what to do in the morning all naked except the panty and making no effort to cover myself.

Sameer followed my lead chatting with me with his raging hard on at attention. We continued this for about 15 minutes while my husband nervously fidgeted and picked up cards and stuff before we finally started on and went to bed. Before going to bed, I went and hugged Sameer as we used to do it every day and this time as we hugged, my bare breasts were pressed against his bare chest. I said good night and as I was moving away from him my erect nipples brushed against his hairy chest and it felt great, after that I left for my room. My husband and I went to bed and I was horny and so was my husband, so we started having sex, it was hotter than it had been for quite a while. I had a very intense orgasm as did my husband but then with the wine he drifted off to sleep and I was wide-awake. I didn’t know it at the time but Sameer had hung out by the bedroom door and tried to listen to some of our love sounds. He would confess this later.

I was still wide-awake and decided to walk down to kitchen; I was naked so I threw on my short robe figuring that Sameer was also sleeping. I was surprised to find Sameer, sitting on a chair drinking a cup of coffee. He also thought he would be alone and had only his briefs on. His dick was still hard as I could notice a bulge. We exchanged hellos and I poured myself a cup of coffee. He asked where my husband was and I told him that he was sleeping. Sameer knew we had sex but he was probably hoping that once had not been enough for me that night and he was right. I went to sit and noticed he was still hard; I couldn’t help comment about it still being that way. He of course reminded me that he was a bachelor and that the game had been pretty arousing. He also let on that based on what he could hear in his room I had gotten pretty aroused from the game also. I blushed knowing that I had moaned pretty well in the bedroom. Then we had a short conversation about how arousing it had been to be half naked and dance that way in front of each other.