It was Wednesday evening & Clare's favourite day of the week, Bollywood classes at a local theatre group. She had been going for nearly a year and tonight they were casting for a show, Clare felt a mixture of nerves and excitement, she would love to get a part and at the same time wasn't sure if she was up to the task.
Clare had over the months accrued several Sari's as she felt it important to look and feel the part and tonight more so she wanted to impress so the red one was the chosen outfit. She hurriedly dressed as she was already running late and would worry about making sure everything was in place later. She rushed downstairs where her husband Martin was watching the midweek game.
"Do I look ok" asked Clare, Martin glanced over and simply said "whit whoo", he always appreciated how lovely Clare looked and there was something about the Sari that made her look very sexy. "I'll try not to be late" she said as she left the room, "don't worry, good luck" Martin called after her.
She arrived just in time, everyone was buzzing about the casting and full of expectation, she looked around and saw one of the guys she had become good friends with, she had affectionately called him SRK after the Bollywood star on account that they looked very similar. The two of them over the months had developed a very friendly flirtatious relationship and Clare had to admit it was a very big part of why she looked forward to Wednesdays. She had told Martin all about him and he would often pull her leg about her 'Boyfriend' especially if Clare was watching a Bollywood film at home and if an actor did something or said something she would giggle and say things like "SRK does that" or That's just like my SRK"
"Looking Good C" SRK said as she sat down, he used just the first initial seeing as Clare always called him SRK, Clare playfully slapped his arm and SRK dropped his arm down saying it had gone dead, Clare laughed and hugged him saying "there there, all better now". The chatter around the room died down as the director walked onto the stage and announced that t he show they were to be putting on is Prēma Sambandha, Clare leant over and whispered in SRK's ear, "what is that", " the Love Affair" he replied.
After the initial speech by the Director he announced that the parts had been cast and to Clare's shock and joy she had been cast the lead role and even better SRK was to be the leading man once the roles had been given out the Director announced that rehearsals would start next week and that hopefully people were going to be able to put a lot more extra evenings in the lead up to the show.
The director then split everyone into relevant groups and asked that the main dancers go to one end of the hall, the smaller roles the end the singers to the large break out room and the two main actors to go to the small breakout room so that everyone could start getting to know each other and to work out how best to rehearse etc.
Clare and SRK went off to the small breakout room, in reality it was not much more than a store room for furniture and props used by the groups. SRK held the door open and in they walked, Clare found the light switch and tuned it on, not the brightest of lights but that was fine. Against one wall was a settee so the pair headed over and sat down, Clare one end and SRK the other. "Pah" SRK muttered, not much of a love affair with you sitting so far away, Clare laughed and shuffled up so far she ended up almost on his lap, as she did so the top part of her sari came down.
Clare stood up and started to put ti back together, she had gotten quite good at it but found she had to start form the begging in order to do it properly. "here, let me give you a hand" offered SRK. As he reached across the back of his hand brushed against Clare's breast, a totally innocent move but the effect it had on Clare surprised her, she felt a tingling down below that made her flush immediately. SRK either took no notice or was oblivious and he continued to expertly gather and wrap the sari around Clare. He moved behind her as he did the final folds that he then tucked into her waistband his hand going a lot deeper into the waist than she thought needed, he brought his hand up and still standing behind her smoothed the sari down starting at the shoulders and then back and then front, his hand ran down the contours of Clare's breast. Clare let out a little involuntary moan, suddenly she realised she was now feeling extremely turned on by this attention.
SRK stood back and admired his handy work, "perfect" he stated and promptly sat down again. Clare didn't know what to think, she thought that their flirting had gone up a level whereas it looked more likely that SRK was simply helping her dress without realising the effect he had on Clare. "come on C" he said patting the settee "let's talk preparation"
As they talked Clare found it very hard to concentrate and all she kept thinking about was the touches she had felt and how turned on she was feeling. Eventually she agreed with SRK that they should start meeting up at least 3 times a week to start and then in the weeks leading up to the show at least 5 times and if possible either a Saturday or Sunday would be a good idea.
The evening drew to a close and the group reassembled in the main hall, everyone was still buzzing especially Clare, but for her the reasons were more than just the show. Scripts were passed out and everyone started to leave, Clare shouted goodnight to everyone and gave a hug to SRK saying she would let him know if she could do one day this weekend
As she arrived home she realised she was still extremely turned on by the earlier events but now she needed to compose herself. She walked in and Martin was sitting on the sofa watching TV, he paused it as Clare entered and asked how it had gone, Clare excitedly told him all about it, all except of course the 'touching incident' and told him that it did mean that she would have to put in more time to which Martin agreed that would be a good idea as he wanted his lovely wife to be the star of the show. Clare said ain to martin that it was a love story and as such there might be a few embraces etc between her and SRK. Martin didn't bat an eyelid and said he had no problem with that at all.
Clare knew that would be that case, Martin wasn't either possessive or the jealous type even to the point where she had strayed a few years before and it had never bothered him from the sex point of view.
Martin looked over at Clare and said she looked quite radiant and had a glow, clearly she was his little Indian princess, Clare laughed and as she stood up to get changed Martin pulled her close and gave her a hug and a kiss for doing so well. Clare knew there and then she was still so wet and tuned on she just had to do something or she would explode, she dropped to her knees and in one swift movement pulled out Martins penis and placed her mouth over the top, the effect was pretty immediate and as Martin laid back into the settee he enjoyed the sight of this sari clad women giving him a blow job. Clare stood up and quickly removed the pants of the outfit and straddled Martin.
"My god" exclaimed martin "you are soaking" Clare rode back on forth on top of Martin and in no time at all she started to orgasm, no not just orgasm, she had several orgasms one after the other, this had the same effect on Martin who also started to cum. Clare collapsed forward onto Martin, she hadn't felt that turned on in many years and certainly hadn't cum like that.
Martin broke the silence by saying "bloody hell, you should get parts in a Bollywood play more often" Clare laughed and reaching for some tissue took herself off to get changed for bed.
