I knew Betty fancied Nisha. Betty and I have been married now for about eight years. I knew of her interest for other women and her past dalliances with them in college. I did not bother me and it made for several bedtime fantasies between us. I even suspected her and a neighbor lady, but the neighbor had since moved. Eight years is a dangerous time in a marriage. People often get wandering eyes and the fact that I am sterile and could not bring a child to our home made it doubly dangerous.
Nisha had worked for me at the design studio for about four months now. Nisha is a lovely, busty, confident and sexy woman of about 25. Betty and I had occasion to see Nisha outside of work and it was together at the Ganesh festival. We were treated to her roommate, Moira. Moira is younger and has stunning eyes, looking something like the actress Sushmita Sen. I noticed at that time a certain undercurrent between the women. You see, I like to watch and I'm very observant. Betty seemed to be flirting with Nisha and Nisha returned her attentions. Moira was getting jealous, which spoke of a deeper relationship between her and Nisha. Only once Betty also flirted with Moira, did the younger woman soften and even warm to my pretty wife.
From the festival, a kernel of an idea came to me, but I dismissed it as the fantasy of a horny husband. Three weeks later chance intervened to give my idea a boost. We went out to the Havoc disco for some dancing on Friday. Luck was with us when we spied the two lovelies sitting at a rear booth. Actually it wasn't luck; I overheard Nisha in one of her daily lunch chats with Moira.
We all danced together and I could tell that there were sparks between the three women. I enjoyed the unsaid glances and the warm glistening flesh displayed as the night wore on. At the right time, just as Betty was coming back with Moira from the floor, I proposed a lunchtime get together. Betty and Nisha proposed a "cook- eat lunch". The time was set and we parted company soon after, the girls having set up the menu. That night I watered the seedling growing in her mind, while we made love. My gentle words of description worked on Betty's psyche.
"Nisha's breasts are so full and luscious...Moira has such a perfect ass...Wouldn't the two of them make such perfect lovers?" Her orgasm was deep and lasting that night.
That late morning came all too slow, yet all too soon. I made arrangements while Betty cooked. The girls showed up on time and after greeting kisses all around we settled in at the front room. They both brought delicious smelling dishes to share, as is the tradition to a cook-eat lunch. Nisha was dressed in a lovely floral patterned skirt and matching scarf from the store. Her violet silk blouse was parted to her breast. Moira dressed traditional in a crimson saree and matching bindi. Betty was stunning in a loose low cut top and western Capri lycra slacks. All had their hair up, looking like models to me. Right on cue, the phone rang.
"Henry, why did you want me to call you again?" Maneesh's confused voice came down the line.
"Henry here. Oh yes... no... right, be there right off!" I hung up on my cousin with out another word.
"Right! Well ladies, I fear that I can't join you for lunch. The office needs me there and there is nothing I can do about it! I'll be back in about four hours or so", my assured burst looking to close all objections. Betty was bewildered for a moment. Nisha's eyes flashed, her mouth opened in question, but her own plan for the day made her hold her tongue. Only Moira was apologetic, bless her sweet heart. I beat a quick retreat and made a great noise as if going out the door. I instead closed it in front of me, conveniently out of sight of the girls reclining in the front room. I crept into the side room, with a sheltered view of the front room. I waited for nature to take its course.
