The next few months just flew by. We got busy with our daily lives, jobs, Ashis's school etc. Jake had some assignment to go back to in America until autumn. Although he was physically not present but his invisible presence never left us since that fateful night.
Summer gave way to autumn and before we knew it, came the Hindu festival of Diwali.
Like every year, Divya and Matt organized Diwali party at their place. And like every year we were duly invited. But this year there would be a new guest at the party. Jake was back from the US and will be attending the party. I was pretty sure his cock was craving for Arpita's pussy and given slightest of opportunity, he would fuck her again. And if I am lucky, I'd get to witness that first hand. I couldn't wait for that to happen.
This year Diwali fell on a Saturday, so we didn't have to bother about work. On the day, I finished whatever chores were remaining for the weekend and got ready by early evening.
"How much longer you're going to take, Arpita?". I asked. A bit exasperated, perhaps a bit nervous as well.
"Two more minutes baby and I'm ready". Came the reply from behind the bathroom door.
"Please hurry up, we don't want to get late, do we?" is all I could blurt out.
My heart was beating like a drum in anticipation of the night ahead. In the afternoon, I dropped our son at the Stevenson's for a play date and sleepover later at their place. Their son Alfie goes to the same school with Ashis and they are very good friends. Often, they sleep over at each other's place. Both set of parents are quite happy to babysit whenever necessary. Over the years Mr and Mrs Stevenson have become good friends of ours.
As I was waiting for Arpita to get ready, my mind started rewinding back to all that happened over the past few months.
The last few months have changed our lives and changed for good. Ever since Jake entered our lives, things have never been the same.
Although he was physically thousands of miles away in America, he always had his invisible presence lurking between me and my wife, especially in our bedroom. He kept in touch with Arpita over the phone. Often they chatted for hours late in the night, sometimes with my head buried between her thighs, other times Arpita fingering herself or riding me. There were drastic changes in our sex lives. Both of us got super horny after her chatting with Jake and we often end up breathless fucking multiple times. Our overall relationship has improved a lot. Although I was not sure whether Jake was aware of this or not.
Arpita's wardrobe got a makeover too. It turned much sexier with skimpy set of lingerie and more revealing dresses. She started waxing her private parts regularly and putting extra effort to keep in shape. I knew she was doing all these mainly for her lover Jake but I too was loving her new avatar. I could clearly see the effect it had on others. She gets far more compliments from men and women alike. The dads at Ashis's school pay extra attention to her, occasionally even try to flirt with her. The moms too look at her admiringly, perhaps with a tinge of jealousy. Even at his tender age, Ashis has noticed this too that her mom was drawing quite a lot of attention these days.
Our friendship with Divya and Matt went up to the next level too. Matt now brazenly flirts with my wife even when Divya, Ashis or I are present there. Of course, Divya doesn't mind a bit and I secretly enjoy, but I saw confused look on Ashis. He must be thinking what this white dude was doing to his mom -- kissing, playfully spanking, sometime groping her breasts lightly. And his mom too seemingly enjoying instead of getting angry.
I too get my fair share of fun with Divya. She often sits on my lap, innocently brushing my dick with her soft thighs. Sometimes she let me kiss her or touch her lovely ass. One time she even offered me blowjob should Arpita does the same to Matt. It was a bit embarrassing to us and we both backed out.
My trail of thought broke immediately as Arpita came out of the bathroom. She was looking quintessential Indian wife ready to be ravished. Decked up in turquoise lehenga choli (type of Indian ethnic wear akin to long skirt) with matching top, both made of semi-transparent material through which it was not hard to imagine her slender legs and delectable boobs under the strapless bra. She was also wearing some jewellery and ornaments like bindi on her forehead, bangles on wrists, toe ring, earrings, anklets, chain in the neck and a pinch of sindur in the parting of her lush hair that was cascading down her shoulder. All these are mark of a married hindu lady who is devout to her husband. The thought that she'd be frolicking with her lover wearing all these gave me an extra kink. She surely has noticed the instant bulge in my pants as I saw her wink and then smile at me.
I was dying to pounce on her and hump then and there, but sensing my desperation, she chided me not mess her hours of hard work with a mock expression of anger. Disappointed, I started rubbing my dick under my pants. Perhaps she felt pity on me or was it premeditated but the next moment she did something that completely took me by surprise. She asked me to choose a panty for her to wear that night. It took me few seconds to fathom her demand, but I complied gleefully. After going through a bunch of her panties in the wardrobe, I took out a satin black thong which has just enough material to cover her private parts. She smiled and gave me a compliment for the choice. She even said she'd feel sexy wearing that. Then she slowly came over to me and asked me to put that on her.
I was bit dumbfounded by her assertion. But was equally turned on. Here I was, ordered by my wife to put this lacy thong on her only for her lover to take that off and ravish her later.
I sat on the edge of the bed and hold the panty out by the waistband. She stepped forward, lifted her lehenga up to her waist and presented me with the most beautiful visual of her pussy. A dark mocha bit of flesh inches away from my face with a long slit running through the middle of that turgid flesh. Her waxed skin was as smooth as a baby's bum. The distinct smell of her favourite Chanel fragrance hit my nostril. I was mesmerised by the sight and smell of her sex. As if bounded in a hypnotic spell, I put my mouth forward and planted a kiss on her sex.
I came back from my trance when I heard her giggle. I looked up just to see a mischievous smile played across her face. "Please hurry up, we don't want to get late, do we?" she muttered my own words earlier.
I quickly lowered the panties for her to step into. I then pulled that up and neatly placed it in its rightful place brushing her toned legs all the way up. She wiggled her ass gently to help fitting it in.
She looked ravishing, a hot wife in her sexual prime. No man with a functioning cock could resist her charm. I was devasted to think that it was not me but another man who was going to devour this epitome of a sex goddess. I felt a tinge of jealousy. But jealousy is the greatest aphrodisiac, so I was hoping, almost praying for Jake to take this brown goddess in the night while I watch.
She took a good look at the mirror, smiled at herself, and said, "I'm ready."
In a minute we were in the car and drove off for the party.
When we arrived, we saw some of the guests had already started fireworks. The house and the garden were lit in decorative lights and candles as is the tradition. I heard Bollywood music playing in the rear garden. The atmosphere turned really festive.
The place was teeming with young Indian men and women as you can imagine in a Diwali party. The ladies were all clad in beautiful ethnic wear vying for male attention. There was a fair bit of white British folks too in the party. Not that it's unusual to see Brits in a typical Indian festival, but I have never seen that many attending an Indian party before. I guess it's because Divya and Matt have maintained quite a cosmopolitan social group.
The girls look happy to entertain the boys. These parties are happy hunting grounds for single male to hook up with beautiful Indian lasses. Divya and Matt organize these parties couple of times a year and each party invariably resulting in romantic couples spawning out. They are mostly Indian girls with white guys, but some are other way round too. Occasionally there are black guys who like to pick up Indian girls.
We saw Divya and Matt were busy welcoming the guests. They came to us; we exchanged hugs and air kisses. Divya then took Arpita to the other side of the hall. She was obviously excited for some reason, I guess I know why.
Matt and I moved to the backyard garden. A mini bar was set up there. We both picked up a pint of beer each and started chatting. Minutes later Matt went in as more guests started arriving. I looked around and saw the Sharmas. Mr and Mrs Sharma with their daughter Neha watching the fireworks. I walked up to them.
The Sharmas used to be our neighbour until few years ago when they moved to a new neighbourhood just outside of south London. They were quite well known in the south Asian community and attend these parties regularly.
I have seen Neha growing up from a cute little girl to a beautiful teenager over the years. She is just out of school and going to start university soon. She has this aura of innocence which makes her look even younger. She has got a petite frame with glowing brown skin and black hair with golden hue. She is a typical teenage Indian girl ready to blossom into a fully grown woman. I knew the young men in our community all have their eye on her and secretly looking for opportunities to bed her. I am pretty sure she is still a virgin. She went to all-girls school, and no one has yet seen her with a guy otherwise it would have been some news in our small Indian community. Besides, Mrs Sharma is too strict to allow her pretty girl to have fun with guys. Neha is quite a shy girl who was rather happy with getting good grades than going out with too many friends.
I said namaste to Mr and Mrs Sharma, they duly replied to the courtesy. We had bit of small talks before I turned my attention to Neha. I took a good look at Neha and said, "how are you, Neha"?
She was about 5 feet 4 inches tall, although wearing heels made her look a bit taller. She was wearing a pink chiffon saree with sleeveless white blouse. Her brownish chocolatey skin appeared smooth like butter. Her angelic face complemented with doe eye, puffy cheeks and full lips look cute but attractive. I noticed she has quite a sizeable pair of tits for her age. I don't know where it came from, but I felt a stir in my loin.
She folded her hand in a namaste. She threw me a shy smile and replied, "I'm good, thank you. How are you?"
"I'm doing great. How is your study?" I asked.
"I've got good grades in A level and now I've got admission in Bristol University." I saw a proud smile on her face.
"That's great. Wish you all the best for your future Neha".
