Indian Wife Helps Husband’s Friend

Dileep had just moved to the new city and was staying in a guest house which was close to the house of his friend Amar and his pretty wife Sonali. His association with Amar had been quite old. Amar had married Sonali about 5 years back and like everyone else Dileep too had been taken in by Sonali’s beauty, good nature and exuberance.

Although 30 years old, Sonali still looked as if she had just completed college and did not look a day older than 21. She was one of those rare girls who due to their sheer beauty looked out of place in their environs. Nature had been generous in endowing her not only with a good height of 5 feet 6 Inches but also a clear complexion. A lissome body complimented with perfectly rounded breasts capped by perky nipples that had the hue of a combination of pink-chocolate. It took the little nobs very little stimulation to get erect and at times this proved to be a source of major embarrassment for her, especially if she was without a bra. Dileep knew this because at times he had seen her blushing a beetroot red but he had come to the conclusion that perhaps she too had a streak of exhibitionism in her or else why would she appear braless.

Dileep himself had fallen in love with a nice pretty girl but the girl; her name was Ruchi; had a brother who was tough as nails. Ruchi’s parents had died quite sometime ago and there was only one way Dileep could be close to Ruchi. By taking their outhouse on rent. However there was a catch. The outhouse would be given only to couples.

Dileep was at his wits’ end as to what to do when a particular incident took place. Dileep had visited Sonali and Amar. Sonali, like most Indian women normally wore only Indian clothes and that day was no exception. It was nothing very daring or extraordinary, quite the opposite if anything. It was knee length and loose, made of some light material with a close floral print. But when she sat down, she smoothed the skirt carefully over her buttocks, and the curve held Dileep’s gaze. When she crossed her legs, the hem of the skirt rode to just above the knee, and Dileep could make out that the legs were soft and cushiony. She had shaved her legs or perhaps removed the hair in some other way due to which the skin was smooth and polished. She had always been kind of pretty but today she looked positively beautiful. She had a pleasant face with a nice smile, and black eyes which now seemed more playful than before. Her figure was much the same, tall and on slimmer side, but with breasts that were appropriate and seemed to be still firm. Her black hair came to her shoulders. Her feet were bare as Indian women normally remain at home. Her manicured toes were painted a bright red and dainty anklets Added to the sensuality. Amar and Sonali greeted Dileep warmly and he explained his dilemma.

“Yes, your situation is positively unenviable.” Amar said.

“It is but we should help him out.” Sonali said. She had a sweet child like voice.

“Of course we should but how?”

“Arre baba. I can go along with him and he can say that I am his wife.” She replied.

“Yeah. That would be great.” Amar said. “Your problem is solved. Don’t you think she is brilliant?”

“Come on now. That guy is not a kid. I don’t think he will be taken in just like that. He will perhaps require some sort of proof.”

“That’s no big deal. I’ll prepare a certificate.” Amar said thoughtfully “Certificates require a rubber stamp and I will arrange that. The guy will be taken in if what he is exercising is just mandatory caution. If it is you that he wants to avoid then it’s a different story.”

“What’s the harm in giving it a try?” Sonali spoke.

“Yeah. No harm.” Amar said.

So one nice morning suitably armed with certificate which said that Sonali was Dileep’s wife, Dileep and Sonali visited Ruchi’s house. They left the car and walked casually down the road while holding hands. Dileep was casually dressed In jeans and T shirt and Sonali in shortish light blue skirt that finished at her knees and a cream halter top showing off her tanned legs and stomach. She had worn this western dress so as to give the impression that she was kind of liberated. This impression would come in handy when after taking the house, the landlord would find her absent for long durations. The explanation that Dileep would give is that she has her own business, or was traveling or whatever.

They walked down the driveway at the back was a smoked glass door. After a couple of knocks it was opened by a bearded male in his late thirties or early forties. His eyes glanced over Dileep but lingered on Sonali.

“Hi, can I help you guys?”

“Hope so.” Dileep replied. “We were told that we might be able to get the outhouse on rent.”

His eyes drifted back to Dileep, ” Are you aware that it is given only to couples?”

“Yes, that is precisely why we are here.” Dileep said.

He looked at them for a few seconds while studying them. “Okay, Come in.”

He told them pushing the door wide open and stepping back.

Before Dileep could think any further, Sonali slipped out of her sandals and stepped inside leaving Dileep no option but to follow. It was darkish inside, the curtains had been pulled and the TV was tuned into to an old cricket match. Two comfortable chairs had been pulled close to the TV, behind It stood a low divan bed. An empty pizza box and beer cans lay between the chairs and the TV. This was a trifle disconcerting to Dileep. He did not really look forward to guys who were semi drunk when accompanied by the wife of a friend. More so when one is pretending to be what one is not.

“Why did you take off your sandals?” he asked.

“Just concern for the house. That’s all. Decency.” She replied. ” After all, in my own house I like to keep the floor clean. Remaining barefooted is one of the ways to do it. ”

“Make yourself comfortable. Sahib will join you shortly. Would you like some tea or coffee?” the man said.

“No, thanks.” Dileep said for both of them. He was a bit apprehensive but Sonali’s face was expressionless.

One heavily built, reasonably good looking man but one who was not in a particularly good mood emerged, “Hi! My name is Subhash. I had made it very clear that I would let it out only to married guys.”

“Yeah! That’s why we are here.” Dileep replied uneasily. Something appeared to be wrong. Dileep felt that either this man had run into all the wrong guys since morning or he had taken a particular dislike to Dileep as soon as he had seen him. Dileep wondered why this man wanted his sister to be away from all guys.

“That’s easier said than proved. Go ahead and prove that you’re married? Then it’d be okay.”

“How do we do that?” Dileep asked.

“Got a certificate?”

“Yes.” He said producing the one that Amar had given him. He examined it for what seemed like an eternity, then folding it kept into his pocket.

Where did you go for your honeymoon? Subhash asked.

That one was easy, Dileep knew that Sonali and Amar had been to Goa and as he was about to reply Sonali said “Goa”.

“Hmmm . . . where in Goa?” Subhash addressed his next question to Dileep.

Now Dileep had never been to Goa but had heard of Goa’s famous Anjuna beach in conversation and so he said ” We were at Anjuna beach for a week and then . . .”

Before he could complete Subhash interrupted “Is that correct Sonali?”

“Y…yess that’s right Sonali said” though she had spent time at Colva beach and had only heard rumors that Anjuna beach was a NUDE beach.

“You guys appear to be a nice couple. Not the prudish sorts who are uncomfortable with nudity. I wanted broad minded guys, and since you guys have spent a week at Anjuna beach which is a nude beach you should be comfortable with nudity”

“We too are pretty broad minded,and we had a great time at Anjuna beach .” Sonali said.

“I repeat are you comfortable with nudity?” Subhash again asked pointedly.

Something was seriously wrong somewhere.

“Well, depends.” Dileep said sheepishly.

He suspected that there was a trap somewhere and he wanted to get out but there appeared to be no way.

“Let me be frank with you since you appear to be good guys. Pardon me for using language that may seem slightly vulgar. I got a sis and she is good. Real good. Many guys want to get between her legs and I don’t want any useless guys. So I want to be sure that the outhouse is given to someone who is Actually married and has got a wife he fucks and keeps the husband satiated at all times so that he doesn’t eye my sister. It’s not that I want her to become a nun. Just that she should not go in for the wrong guys. Get It? Well, I can think of one way. How about you describe your wife’s pussy. Then we can have a look to see if you got it right. That should do it.”

“What do you mean?” Both Dileep and Sonali asked in unison

“Well, you must have seen it this morning. She’s a pretty girl; prettier than most and has nice, dark eyebrows; well-developed breasts. Hopefully succulent nipples. What does her pussy look like?”

“I would rather not answer that question.” Dileep said moving towards the door.

“I don’t think you’ve got an option. If you try to get out of here this certificate will be handed over to the police. You will be behind bars for perjury. Your agitation has suddenly increased my suspicion. She is a pretty woman. She has a pussy. Tell us about it.”

“W…why do you want to know about It?”

“Silly question! Once you describe it, we’ll request her to show us her pussy. That’s why I asked about nudity.”

“You must be crazy . . . I will not undress before a total stranger” said Sonali looking aghast. She was so shy that even now if Amar sees her nude she blushes, after so many years of marriage.

” Those people at Anjuna were your relatives?” asked Subhash sarcastically.

” Well at that time it was the honeymoon spirit and the atmosphere was such . . . ohh what the hell let’s get on with it” trailed off Sonali in a small voice (realizing that she was definitely getting into serious trouble now, but then she reasoned well if I have to just show my pussy and it helps Dileep in getting the house and his beloved what the hell let them see my pussy nobody else has to know about it. Also the thought of showing her pussy to someone other than her husband was unconsciously exciting her.)

Dileep looked over at Sonali; she just shrugged her shoulders as if to get on with it. He then tried to imagine what her pussy would look like. Her hair was naturally dark brown and he knew that she liked to sunbath a lot from what Amar had told him. All he could do was make a calculated guess.

“Fully shaved with a single steak of hair.” Dileep said.

“Any thing else like a beauty spot. In a place where only her husband or someone who was very intimate could have seen it?” Subhash persisted.

“Well, no.” Dileep said.

Subhash turned to Sonali, “Okay darling, show us the proof.”

She hesitated her heart beating wildly, she knew Dileep was wrong and was frantically trying to think of an excuse at the same time a hot rush was creeping all over her, the excitement was gradually mounting as the naughtiness of the idea was driving it’s way home into her psyche, her thoughts were broken into with Subhash’s words “Come on, we haven’t got all day.”

Sonali looked over at Dileep, her hands trembling as she slowly started lifting her dress with one hand, her pussy was tingling with excitement the moisture slowly seeping out, Dileep’s mouth went dry he wanted to protest but no words came out of his mind, he felt a stirring in his loins and realized that he was getting excited by the situation, as the dress came up and slowly her blue thong panties came into view the anticipation and horny expressions on both Dileep and Subhash’s face made her feel more excited she was now looking forward to giving them a peek at her sexy pussy, but then suddenly the thought of Amar made her feel guilty of what she was doing and she hesitated.

“Come on what are you waiting for” said Subhash and so slowly with her heart beating like a jack hammer she pulled her panties down with her other hand hoping that the two men would not be able to notice the building moisture or the twitching of her pussy. The two of them got a good look and Dileep was wondering what Amar would think if he came to know that his wife was there nude in front of his friend and a stranger. Dileep had got it wrong; the lips were hairless but she had a neatly trimmed triangle of hair on the mound. There was a black beauty spot just by the side of the pussy lips. Had the lips not been devoid of all hair, it would not have been visible.

“This is getting more and more curious.” Subhash commented. “A good looking girl like this and her husband doesn’t even know what his wife’s pussy looks like. Though he doesn’t appear to be sightless he has not seen the black spot that even a blind man should have seen. When did you get married? This morning? Obviously the marriage has not been consummated.”

“Just shaped it this morning.” Sonali commented hopefully as she lifted her panties and the skirt dropped back.

Subhash laughed, “Don’t think so. My wife shaves hers too and so do most of the women. I know what a freshly shaven pussy looks like. Yours doesn’t look as fresh as it should. But perhaps you are right. I will believe you if you tell me about his dick. That shouldn’t have changed since this morning.”

Sonali hesitated for a second, “He’s average. A good six inches and that’s all.”

“I need a bit more than that. Is he cut or uncut, is it straight or curved? Subhash asked.

“Uncut and straight.” Sonali suggested without hesitation.

She was half right; Dileep was uncut but curved upwards when erect.

Subhash turned to Dileep, “Your turn. Let’s see the goods.”

There was no way out of this. Dileep unbuckled his belt, unzipped the jeans and pulled down his briefs to expose his limp cock.

Again Subhash laughed, “God! This is not erect and you can only prove yourself true when he is erect. So why don’t you help him get erect?”

It seemed that Sonali too was getting exasperated. “I would rather not do that.”

“I am not asking you to do what you like. You have to do it. If you have sucked him before no problem and if you have not, well, now is the time to start. And house or no house I am sure he will thank me for it.” Subhash said sarcastically as he walked over to a drawer and took out a pistol. He did not say anything but his demeanor was threatening.

Dileep was regretting having involved poor Sonali into this. His feelings were mixed. He was feeling sorry for her but Subhash was right since he, Dileep was the beneficiary of Subhash’s commands.

Sonali sighed in resignation, the thought of playing with Dileep’s cock had been there in her fantasies but it never had been a burning desire and this was definitely not the way she wanted to do it. She took three small steps and knelt down in front of Dileep. He felt her soft hand encircle his cock and slowly rolled the foreskin back. She then slowly began to tease it back and forth. It didn’t take long before he began to respond, next he felt her tongue flicking across the head and then felt the velvet warmth of her mouth over the top of the shaft. With her dainty painted fingers she held the foreskin back the dark color of which was in sharp contrast to her fair hands and red nails and he could feel her warm wet mouth taking the head of his cock inside her mouth. There was no doubt that this was enjoyable but was it okay?

Twenty seconds later he was rock hard, Sonali kept going for a short time before withdrawing her mouth and standing up. She looked Dileep in the eye as she wiped her mouth with the back of her hand and then turned away leaving Dileep with an erect cock in the company of a grinning Subhash.

“Well that cock is just about as straight as you people are and to be frank you seem crooked.” Subhash said. “I reckon the only way to prove that you are actually married is to watch you do it.”

Subhash himself pondered over his idea and then spoke again. “Yeah, that’d do it. One rarely hears of mere acquaintances actually doing it with each other. But these are bad times.”

Sonali seemed petrified and angry, “That is all. I will not let him fuck me in front of you. What married people do in the privacy of their own bedroom is private. Not even on Anjuna beach did we have to make love in front of an audience.”

“Yeah. Come on. Please.” Dileep pleaded. “We’re not into that sort of thing. House or no house as you said but why torment her?”

“I admire your guts. Lady, you are suggesting that this guy is your husband. That is what you said. Yet, you don’t know the shape of his cock and neither does he know what your pussy is like. Anyway, now that you have been considerate enough to suck his cock, you will have to get fucked as well. There is no getting away from it. Yes, I can let you go but where would the punishment be? And since you have been attempting to make a fool out of me, I can employ other means too. But since you seem okay sorts, I would like to watch you getting fucked. Not by me; at least not just now but by the guy who should have fucked you hundreds of times by now. And let me make it clear. You have to strip completely. That should be no problem because experience tells me women are more fastidious about exposing their pussies. Since I have already seen your pussy, showing me your breasts should be no problem.”

It was hard to tell whether he was joking or actually threatening.

Sonali turned to Dileep who could tell she was a little scared, “God, this seems like a nightmare. Let’s just do it and get out here.” She whispered.

This was definitely becoming a nightmare thought Sonali but sucking Dileep’s cock and showing her pussy had set in a chain reAction in her sensuous body which inspite of feeling scared was making her hornier and looking forward for more sex . .

She turned away from Subhash lifted the sides of her skirt, pushed her panties down and stepped out of them. She unbuckled the skirt and that too fell in a heap at her bare feet. She pulled off the T shirt and quickly unhooked the bra and her lovely milky white breasts with pink areolas capped with strawberry nipples leapt free. It was the first time that Dileep was seeing her fully nude and though she did seem a bit flustered, she appeared to be in control of the situation. Moving to the divan she lay down on her back with her legs closed. Dileep stepped out of his jeans and moved to the foot of the divan. Her thighs parted at the very last moment in an attempt to spoil the view for Subhash. As Dileep moved over her, her hand then found Dileep’s cock and guided it to her pussy. He slipped into her in short strokes to avoid hurting her, getting deeper each time as her lubrication wet his thick penis and the foreskin rolled back until the cock was fully in. Dileep then began moving back and forth with long slow stokes. She pulled his head down close to her mouth.

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