Well, I am Sabitri, aged 29 and mother of a three years old son. My husband Ishan is 32. We were childhood friends and lived in the same neighborhood. We got married against the wishes of our families. Ishan had his own flourishing business and was doing well. He was educated. By average Indian standard, no parent would reject him as prospective groom for their daughter.
I am not a very beautiful girl in the strict sense but was educated, have a slender figure with curves in right places, sparkling dark eyes, hairs reaching below my shoulders. No member of opposite gender ever passed me without casting a second glance. It was primarily the linguistic difference between two families that made our families to oppose our match. However, we got married against the wishes of our families.
From the beginning, our sex life was very compatible as both Ishan and me were free of inhibition. We even enjoyed kinky videos together and resorted to role play after watching some highly x-rated videos. Sometimes we even played BDSM in a limited sense with me sometimes dominating Ishan tying his hands and feet and vice versa. Our son was born during Feb 2017 after which we considerably restricted our kinky love games.
Onset of Covid pandemic and the lockdown brought major changes in our life. Ishan's flourishing business suffered a major setback and we had to cut down many domestic expenses to meet both the ends. Towards end 2020, Ishan was in huge debt, his business sinking to the lowest ebb.
Against that critical background, two former classmates of Ishan, Anil and Bipul, who were also invited there same business came with the idea of forming a syndicate business house in equal partnership. As Ishan was not in a position to pump his share of huge amount required to start the syndicate, Anil and Bipul agreed supply Ishan's share in equal proportion at the beginning. It was agreed that profit will be divided equally among the three of them and from the share of Ishan's profit he would pay back Anil and Bipul for what they invested on behalf of Ishan.
With the labour and time devoted jointly by Ishan, Anil and Bipul the syndicate business started seeing the face of profit from the fourth month after it was started. The profit was equally divided among the three. During the first two months the profit was less and each of them got around twenty-six thousands. Ishan avoided paying his friends their dues on the plea that he had to run family while Anil and Bipul were bachelors and they also didn't object. From the sixth month, the per head share almost doubled but Ishan told me personally, "Let's delay their payments and increase our savings first for unforeseen adverse days. Since they are bachelors they don't need much money."
When I tried to argue with Ishan that since Anil and Bipul had shouldered his financial burden, their debts should be paid back at the earliest, Ishan said to me, "You can convince them and buy more time. See they are still bachelors and greatly attracted towards you. Just flirt with them a bit and they will agree."
I smiled at his suggestion and teased him, "Do you think I should display a bit of my cleavage to them?"
"In that case," Ishan replied jokingly, "They might never ask for repayment of the amount."
The kinky idea turned on both Ishan and me. We both went to be bedroom and played the role of displaying my cleavage and ended up making vigorous love. But I never thought that such role play between two of us can lead to a dangerous game in real life. As suggested by Ishan, I slightly flirted with Anil and Bipul and they agreed to delay the repayment of their dues by another three months.
I actually had no real idea if Ishan was planning not to return their dues at all or what contrived among the three. As the three months time they gave was nearing its end, I reminded Ishan that we had by practicing austerity succeeded in making a moderate savings and from the following month start paying back their dues.
Ishan told me to request them for further delay as he wanted to save further. I told him that I can't request them further. Since I and Ishan were very free, he told me that he had often noticed Anil and Bipul look at me discreetly appreciating my physical features. Ishan frankly asked me, "As you said, why don't you display your beautiful cleavages to delay the payment for a few more months?"
His words made me conjure the role play I and Ishan had resorted earlier on this. To spice up further, I asked, "Are you serious you won't mind if my pallu slips in front of them?"
"I won't," assured Ishan, "It's just like showing a toy to babies to keep them diverted."
When your hubby says that he won't mind if you show your cleavages to his friends it is very exciting as a fantasy. That day also after this discussion about displaying my cleavages, I and Ishan engaged in role play and ended up with a violent love making. Later Ishan told me that the fantasy of me showing my cleavages to Anil and Bipul turns on him very much. I too admitted to him that particular role play also excited me but I added that it should remain as a fantasy and role play between two of us and he should not think of working out in real life.
Ishan assured me that he would never like me to do anything except to tantalize his friends to delay the payment of loan he owed to them. I couldn't even imagine in my wildest imagination that for money Ishan could do just the opposite. He convinced me that to secure our and our son's future in the days of growing economic hardship we need to make a good savings before we start repaying Anil and Bipul. I trusted him and sometimes during the presence of Anil and Bipul, I used to bent down to pick up something giving them a glimpse of my cleavages. I was a fool to believe my husband and failed to realize that my act accidentally displaying my cleavages and hint of my big and well shaped boobs to two unmarried males were arousing lusts in their minds.
It was September 2021, individual profits of each in the syndicate business crossed a lake per month. Ishan proposed that we celebrate with an evening dinner in a posh hotel. I agreed. He also invited his Anil and Bipul. They were also very much interested to celebrate the success of syndicate business.
When we arrived at the hotel, I was surprised as I had never been to such hotel that had bar, dining facility, DJ, live music and dance floor all in a dimly lit hall. The floor was over crowded but noisy with music of DJ. Ishan had booked seats for four of us. Our son was left to the care of our housemaid who lived nearby for the night.
Once we arrived, Ishan proposed to have wine and starter before starting the dinner. I had never been a teetotaller and sometimes used to drink at home in very limited quantity. So I didn't object. After the first peg, Ishan proposed to dance and we two started for the dance floor while Anil and Bipul remained seated. As I danced with Ishan I started feeling tipsy, my head was reeling and I supported my balance against the muscular body of my husband clinging to him. I noticed that many couples were dancing and some of them changed their dancing partners at intervals.
I grew so tipsy that I didn't know when I changed my partner and noticed that I was dancing with Anil. His hands were offensively moving on my bare waist. I was so clinging to him that my boob's were hard pressed against his chest. I was wearing saree and often my pallu slipped off my shoulder giving Anil a view of my mounds and cleavage through the low cut sleeveless blouse I was wearing.
The dance floor was so crowded and noisy that I didn't notice with my hazy brain when my dance partner changed from Anil to Bipul. Though quite intoxicated by then, my sixth sense was alerting me that Bipul's hands were more offensive and demanding than Anil's because at short intervals his hands were brushing against my boobs. The noise and music was making my brain dizzy and yet I asked Bipul where was Ishan. Bipul asked me, "Do you wish to go to Ishan?"
When I nodded in affirmation, Bipul held me by the waist and started walking away from the dance floor guiding me to our table. I was much relieved that he was guiding me to my hubby and clinged to him to avoid falling down as we walked through the dark alley that connected the dance floor to the dining room. Suddenly Bipul stopped in the midway of the dark alley and whispered to me, "Don't tell Ishan, I simply can't resist those luscious lips of yours."
And before I could understand Bipul's lips locked my lips in a passionate kiss. I tried to free myself but couldn't till I felt his tongue touching my tongue. I felt disgusted despite my dizziness and yet I could feel growing wetness between my legs. It was so sudden and unexpected when with your husband within few meters, his friend forces a kiss on your lips. Despite my disgust I felt a forbidden sensation growing up in me and I just tried to suppress the same with sense of disgust clearly wrought on my face. Bipul didn't miss it and breaking the kiss guided me where Ishan and Anil were sitting. But though I could see them sitting, we didn't reach anywhere near them. Rather through the dark alley Bipul guided me to a room that seemed to be an underground one as we stepped down the stairs. I was alarmed and asked Bipul where Ishan and Anil were. Bipul assured me, "They will join us too after we have enjoyed some fun."
Pushing me roughly into the room Bipul locked the door from inside. I was scared despite my tipsy condition and asked, "Hey, what are you after?"
Bipul didn't reply. I could see clear signs of wild passion in his glances. I repeated my question. Bipul smiled, "So long you were slipping your pallu, showing your cleavage to buy time to delay payment of the debt. Now Ishan has agreed that we can see his wife from closer proximity and grant him more time."
I sharply protested in shock but Bipul had thrown me on bed and sitting on my legs had pulled the pallu of my saree exposing my upper body part covered by my low cut sleeveless blouse. I screamed in fear. Bipul said in a sarcastic tone, "Hey, don't pretend that you are ashamed or scared. You're so far exposing your things to us. Why bother when we expose them ourselves? Don't pretend to play puritan, you were a part of the game to help your husband to delay payment."
His words had truth that I couldn't deny. But I never thought that they would force me. I screamed again calling both Ishan and Anil to help me from Bipul. But Bipul said to me, "Don't bother, nobody is going to hear your screams."
I was feeling extremely dizzy by then when I saw Anil entering the room. I appealed to him, "Anil, save me. Bipul is out of his sense and making offensive advances."
Anil scolded Bipul roughly for his behavior and said, "Come with me, I will take you to Ishan."
