(This story is based on a real incident. Part of it really happened thereafter it is make belief.)
I am a married man with a very understanding and loving wife who could do just about anything for me. Previously I was not that sure how my wife would feel if I told her that I found a certain girl attractive or that I found someone to be sexy. But slowly I started opening up to her and found that she did not mind at all. Rather she told me that she understood that I could be attracted to other females. Many people are. The important thing, she told me, was that I was truthful with her and not hiding any thing from her. She did not mind at all, so now it was Ok if I told her, "hey, you know I found that friend of yours looked very sexy today in that black saree (Indian dress)."
We even started to use some of these incidents as fantasies to liven up our lovemaking. Then it so happened that my wife joined a classical dance class. It was a one-month course only for female candidates divided in different age groups. There were many of my wife's friends along with a few young ladies in her group. Every day the classes would be conducted for three hours. On many occasions I dropped and picked my wife after the class was over.
After a few such pick-ups I started noticing some of the girls who were there in my wife's group. Although I found a few of her friends attractive and some of them had on occasion shown some interest towards me, now I was looking at some of the younger girls in a totally different light. A young lass who was about 21 years old particularly enamored me. This girl was a real beauty. She was tall about the same height as myself, with a very creamy, milky white complexion. She had beautiful eyes, and a mischievous smile on her face She had a very beautiful body with very long legs very noticeable as most of the time she was wearing tight jeans. The clothes she was wearing seemed to be painted on her body. Every curve from the round ass to her slender thighs and her breasts, that moved provocatively with her every breath, was highlighted under her tight fitting clothes. I could make out that her breasts were hard and firm under that shirt. I was sure that she did not need a bra to keep up her tits.
This was a beauty that could have launched a thousand ships, a la modern day Helen. She seemed to me to be more beautiful than any of the models or actresses. I looked forward to the days when I would be picking my wife from her dance class. I took extra care about how I looked. So here I was waiting for my wife to come out and also wanting to see whether I found that girl attractive today also. Soon the classes were over and out came all the girls and ladies.
I soon saw that today also she was similarly attired in a tight dark blue jeans and a pink short sleeves shirt. She looked very attractive indeed. I saw her and something stirred inside me. I tried to avoid looking at her but my eyes moved back to her after every few moments. I looked around to see if someone had seen me looking at her. But nobody seemed to be interested in what I was doing. I sighed with relief. As I looked back at her I saw her looking towards me. She had a smile on her face. She looked so lovely that I continued to stare at her for quite some time. The smile on her face broadened and suddenly I realized that I was in public and staring at a beautiful young girl with my wife a few feet away. I was caught staring red handed by this girl. But her reaction seemed to be inexplicable to me. She just continued to talk to her friends who were with her. Soon my wife was besides me. She had also noticed that I was taking a particular interest in that girl.
"She is Rasika," my wife said.
"What?" I asked.
"I said her name is Rasika," my wife replied.
"Whose name is Rasika?" I asked.
"You don't have to lie to me. It is Ok. I know you find her attractive. She is a very beautiful girl. In fact she is the most beautiful girl in the class." she replied.
"Would you like to meet her, Rasika, come here I want you to meet someone." My wife asked.
"Coming Didi (elder sister)". Came the reply from the girl named Rasika. Her voice was just as sweet as her disposition, which I was to know later.
Rasika came towards us with her long beautiful legs in those tight jeans looking all the more attractive. Her hair, which she had tied in a ponytail, moved from side to side as she strode forward. She looked so radiant and vibrant. So full of life and beauty. This was a girl who was truly after my heart.
I was so fascinated by her that my wife had to repeat," honey I would like to meet Rasika. She has become just like a little sister to me."
Sensing an opportunity I said, "If she is like your little sister, then she becomes my Sali (sister-in-law). Is it not so?"
