Hot from the sun and from the scene she'd just witnessed, Hema headed for the shower. Maybe cold water would dampen her maddening lust as she showered, she wondered what to do about her secret.
She'd just watched her best friend's lover commit adultery. Should she tell Shanti?
It was hard to answer. She felt she ought to rat on Ratan and yet she didn't want to hurt Shanti's feelings. By the time she stepped out of the shower she still hadn't made up her mind. She wandered naked to the bedroom and started hunting up some clothes. She wanted something very seductive, something that would be sure to arouse Sri. She paused and looked longingly at the king-size bed where they'd had such terrific sex. It seemed so long ago. Sri was always tired now, always preoccupied with his job. He'd come home, eat dinner, and fall asleep in front of the TV, leaving Hema aching with frustration. Well, not tonight!
She picked out a little red jumpsuit, one that hugged her petite curvy body. She stepped into it and walked to the mirror. She was still in her late twenties, and her body was good. She knew any man would find her attractive.
Any man but her lover Sri just didn't seem to be interested in sex any more. Hema knew she was going to have to work extra hard to get him turned on tonight.
She paraded back and forth in front of the mirror, sticking out her tits and wiggling her ass. The little slut wished she could be as tall and busty and seductive as Vijayalakshmi, but she also knew she was no dog. Well, the outfit would just have to do, because Sri was going to get home at any minute. Hema hurried to the kitchen and mixed a pitcher of beverages. She dropped olives in two glasses and set them to chill. Then she heard her lover's car in the driveway. "Okay, Hema, this is it," she said determinedly.
He came dragging in the door, pooped out as usual. He didn't even took at her as he hung up his jacket and flopped into his recliner. He sure didn't look ready for a roll in the hay, but Hema vowed to change that.
"Hi, honey," she purred. "I'm so glad to see you. Would you like a beverage?"
"Oh, yeah, that'd be great," Sri sighed.
Hema brought the coffees and pulled her chair close to his. "Rough day?" she asked.
"They're all rough days," Sri sighed after taking a gulp of his beverage. "But it means a lot more money."
"Sometimes I wonder if it's worth the money," Hema said as she leaned over to kiss him.
She planted her mouth on his and kissed him hungrily, wriggling her tongue between his lips. No response. She probed his mouth with her hot little tongue and sensuously caressed the back of his neck still no response.
She drew back and looked at him. "Honey, I really worry about you. You're so tired all the time. Maybe you should think about getting another job."
"What's for dinner?" he asked.
Hema sighed. "Upma with Sambhar I'll go fix it."
Maybe he'd feel more refreshed after he'd had something to eat. She watched him closely through dinner. He hardly glanced at her and didn't notice the sexy outfit she was wearing. She might as well have been a piece of furniture.
Later, as she was washing the dishes, Sri passed through the kitchen yawning. "Gosh, I'm bushed," he announced. "I think I'll just go right to bed."
"Good idea, honey." Hema smiled. "I think I'll join you."
She left the rest of the dirty dishes in the sink. There were more important things to take care of. She followed Sri into the bedroom and quickly slipped out of her clothes. Usually she wore a nightgown, but she jumped into bed naked. Sri didn't even seem to notice that.
"It's so hot tonight," she cooed. "You Don't need your pajamas."
"No, I guess not," Sri sighed.
He dropped his shorts and Hema ogled his big hairy body.
Even after seven years of relationship, she loved his body, and she felt her hungry pussy swelling, heating and creaming.
Sri got into bed, and she snuggled up to him.
"I've been thinking about you all day, honey," she purred.
"That's nice," Sri muttered, reaching for the light.
"Wait, leave it on awhile," Hema said, running her hands over his hair-matted chest.
"Oh, you want a read?" he yawned.
Hema sighed with exasperation. "No, darling, I want to make love!"
