Aditi pondered over the two sarees wondering which would more suitable for the evening. Devakar, her husband, had told her earlier that he was inviting his friends' home for cock-tails & dinner. But she knew that something more was on his mind when instead of the routine peck on the cheek she got a passionate kiss as he left for office. Sure enough, he rang her up after a while and then again and again. Like an infatuated lover looking for an excuse, the first time it was to find out if she needed anything, the second time to check if he could order wine or groceries for her, the third time to ask whether he should come early to help out. Finally he rang up to request her to wear something enticing. Aditi knew her husband well enough to know that the evening promised to be interesting.
She chose the black chiffon against the designer Satya Paul as it contrasted better against her fair skin. She wore the saree low, tucking it into her black petticoat and throwing the pallu diagonally across her shoulder. It was good that she had laid out the table earlier, she thought looking at the clock which indicated that it was getting 7 p.m. She knew that her guests would arrive soon. She turned to the mirror for a final check on her make-up. Quickly retouching her eye shadow, she pouted before the mirror applying lip-gloss when her mobile rang.
It was Devakar announcing his arrival. 'Darling, what are you wearing?' His excitement was infectious and she found herself smiling, remembering the early days of their courtship.
'Your favourite black lingerie!' she lied.
Devakar knew she was kidding, but he grinned imagining the expression of his friends, if Aditi were to indeed open the door dressed like that. 'I'm sure my friends will love it... we are entering the lift now, see you soon.'
'Tut, tut... there's no time for me to change now, I guess I will have to meet your friends just like this!' she teased. Dabbing her favourite perfume, she rushed to the door to welcome her guests.
Stepping out of the lift on the top-most floor, Devakar gestured towards the flat on the right and allowed his colleagues to lead the way. An old fashioned brass knocker hung on the dark teak door. His colleague held the knocker admiring the polished brass, when the door clicked opened and a beautiful woman stood smiling before them.
'Hullo, you must be Arun,' she greeted.
'Yeah! But how did you know?' Arun fumbled, surprised.
'Telepathy!' Aditi grinned offering her hand. Arun was tongue-tied. Wow! Devakar has a pretty wife, he thought as he took her hand. Though she was dressed in conventional attire, Aditi looked seductive and Devakar saw Jai checking out his wife, as she shook hands with Arun.
That she was creating an impact on his colleagues was clear. But were they also bewitched, as he had been when he had first met her? He examined her critically. Aditi was tall and fair. He watched her hair cascading like water falls down her shoulder. Her big expressive eyes under shapely brows could communicate in a language of their own. A small diamond stud glittered sexily on her aquiline nose but was no match for the sparkling smile that played on her lush inviting lips. The black saree clung to her skin high-lighting her well endowed figure. The thin translucent chiffon material not only revealed the fair skin of her belly, but also the ring she sported on her pierced belly button. A double strand of pearls on her slender neck dropped down in to the enticing the cleavage of her bosom, revealed by her low cut noodle-strap blouse. Like a good drink Aditi was indeed a heady package. She was now greeting Jai... shaking his hand, while Arun was staring mesmerized at her belly button. Devakar then realized that she had worn her saree low, really low on her waist... a good three inches below her navel. He suddenly felt very turned on.
When Aditi turned to him after greeting Jai, he hugged her tightly and whispered in her ear, 'Thanks Darling, you look absolutely edible...' Aditi deftly slipped her hand down and held his erect manhood. 'Ummm... some one seems to be getting ideas on me... she whispered back. She let go and joined her hands in traditional namaskar as Devakar turned to his guests. 'And this... as you might have guessed, is my wife, Aditi!' he announced with pride as both Jai and Arun looked at him enviously.
Turning to Aditi he said, 'We were about to head for the bar for the usual beer after office, when Jai suggested we try out some thing different for a change. I then told my friends that my wife makes wonderful cocktails and invited them to come home along with me. They were a bit apprehensive at coming over without prior notice, but I told them that you wouldn't mind...'
'Of course not Honey!' It's good of you to invite your friends over. At least this way I can also get to know your friends... but I am not too sure if my cocktails will live up to your friends' expectations,' she smiled leading the guests inside.
The living room was tastefully done up. An old fashioned chandelier hung from the ceiling lighting up the central space, while oil paintings depicting mountains and rivers decorated the pastel walls. The dining table, book shelf and side tables were of polished mahogany. Three two-seater sofas were arranged in a semi circle around a glass centre table that which brought out the intricate designs of the hand woven Kashmiri carpet that lay on the floor. Arun and Jai chose the sofa in the centre of the semi circle, while Devakar took the one on their right. As the men settled down and took in the surroundings, Aditi excused herself to arrange the drinks.
She returned with a loaded tray. 'Let's see if you like my Pina colada...' she said and began serving cock tails to her guests. The low cut blouse revealed a good bit of her cleavage and Devakar noticed his friends eyes stray on more than one occasion as his wife leaned forward to serve them. Placing a plate of fried-fish and white sauce on the centre table, Aditi settled down on the sofa next to Devakar.
'A toast to our friendship' said Devakar raising his glass.
'Cheers', everyone responded in unison raising their glasses.
'Ummm... it's delicious, said Arun', and raised his glass to Aditi.
'Yes! Lovely,' added Jai.
Aditi suppressed a giggle like a naughty girl. 'Actually, you should thank your friend here', she said pointing at Devakar. 'He's the one who briefed me on your tastes. I prepared your drink with Barcadi white rum and Jai's drink with his favorite vodka in it. So though the two pina-coladas looks the same, they have your favourite drinks as their base.'
'Wonderful!' said Arun taking big sips from his drink.
'I'm glad you like it. I have been hearing a lot about both of you from my husband so I looked forward to meeting you. When she had inquired about his friends tastes, Devakar had given an elaborate speech on the likes, dislikes and virtues of his invited friends, Arun and Jai. She had listened patiently and even made a few notes which would be handy in case she ran into her husbands best friends.
'I am told you like fish. Please try some... ,' Aditi got up, picked the plate from the centre table and leaned forward towards Jai. Her saree pallu slipped a bit giving the men a generous view of her cleavage. The men picked up a piece each admiring her assets. As Aditi turned to serve Devakar the guests noticed her bare back for the first time. The men looked again to make sure but other than her cascading hair, her back seemed absolutely bare. They looked again, and could see her skin right from her shoulders to her lower back. It was only when she leaned forward to serve fish to Devakar, that her long mane shifted to reveal the secret of what held her blouse in place - a black string tied across her back! Their hostess was indeed a very bold woman to be so enticingly dressed before her husbands' friends. They gulped down their drinks as they drank in the sight before their eyes.
Devakar deliberately brushed Aditi's breast while picking a fish and winked at her. Aditi smiled and winked back. She had just sat down on the sofa when she noticed their empty glasses. 'Oh! Your glasses are empty. Let me get the 2nd round', so saying she picked up their glasses and went to the kitchen.
Jai waited till Aditi left the room then he turned to Devakar, 'You lucky devil you have such a dish for a wife.'
'No wonder Devakar doesn't like to drink and ogle at girls at the bar,' added Jai making Devakar smile.
'I like ogling at girls but I also like sharing with my friends...' said Devakar.
Both his friends raised their eyebrows not quite believing what Devakar had just hinted at. Just then Aditi walked in with a full tray. 'Did I hear something about you guys ogling at girls?'
There was a sheepish grin on the face of the men as if they'd been caught red handed with a hand in the cookie jar. She placed a plate of lamb chops in the centre of table and went about serving the blue coloured cocktail. 'This one is called blue fantasy... I hope you like it.'
As she sat down next to her husband, Arun raised his glass and said, 'I propose a toast to our pretty hostess...'
'Yes, to our beautiful hostess!' Jai corrected raising his glass and everyone clinked glasses and took a sip.
'Thank you. I am extremely flattered... but I hope this is not an attempt to divert my attention from the topic of ogling at girls that you guys were just discussing?'
'Of course not, in fact we were just chiding Devakar that when he has a wife like you, he doesn't need to spend time with us at the bar ogling at girls,' explained Arun.
'Come on... that's not fair to your wives. I know Anita and Deepa are beautiful in their own right. But I do know my husband and the roving eye all men have... they are always looking for greener pastures. Isn't it true that you go to the bar to see flesh on display?'
The guests looked nonplussed. 'We, er...'
Devakar spoke up coming to his friends rescue, 'Yes, I admit we do enjoy being served by scantily clad waitresses, but it's not because we find other girls more attractive than our wives. It's just to have some fun together.'
