It was after a long time that the Guptas were giving a party. Their close friends the Sharmas and Mitras would be there. Anita got along very well with the ladies just as her husband Amit got along with their spouses. It was 5 p.m. and time to get dressed. Usually Anita dressed in Indian attires i.e sarees or the far more common salwar kameez. All with sleeveless blouses or kurtas. Today however she thought that she would give a try to the western attire. After all since she had a body that could carry them off, why not give it a try; not necessarily in the privacy of their home and with only her husband as an audience but with a party consisting of select friends.
Later that evening, Anita stood in front of a full-length mirror getting ready. She had picked up some new under things at the local fashion street that specialized in keeping imported stuff -- a black satin thong-panty and bra set -- which she admired on her petite, trim body. Anita was indeed good to look at: 5'6" with jet black shoulder length hair tied today in a cute page-boy style with soft curls turned under at the ends to frame her pretty face. Tonight her hair was swept up behind her ears to her favorite antique comb clip, then cascading down in a fall past her slender neck to her shoulders. Her eyes were greenish brown and alluring. At 34, Anita kept herself in fantastic shape with lots of exercise and a sensible diet. She had fresh, soft features that made her face look much younger than her years -- almost girlish. Her figure was sensuous and womanly with high, firm breasts capped by large brown nipples that strained against the encasement of the netted bra. Her stomach was flat and tight, and her naturally olive skin glowed with an almost perpetual tan.
Amit came into the bedroom from the shower and couldn't help feeling like a lucky man. He lustfully admired his wife's gorgeous features as she dressed -- gazing at the twin globes of her taut, round bottom just as she slid her tiny black dress down and over her hips. The dress was tastefully short and showed off her silky-smooth legs with no need for pantyhose. She looked back over her shoulder at him and smiled seductively. "You like this?"
“Need that be said?” he asked taking her in her arms.
“Okay. Now no need to get hyper. The guests would be here any minute.” she pulled him up good-humouredly.
“One thing I will say now and you will see it during the course of the party. This cute cleavage between your breasts is going to make the women go green with envy and the men want to well………….I don’t want to embarrass you.” Amit said.
“Well, there is no need to flatter me either. Dress up and come down.” she said taking off her anklets.
“Your favorite anklets. Not wearing them?” Amit asked.
“Everything has to go with the attire and this does not go with a western one. Anyway you leave me to dress the way I deem fit and believe me your wife will always live upto your expectations.” Anita replied.
The party was a great success. They were meeting after a long time. The soft music, the excellent food, the vintage wine and the ambience all contributed in making the evening a truly memorable one. While Anita had herself spent a major part of the day in seeing to it that all the dishes were cooked just right, lot of help had been provided by her maid Lakshmi who had been with them for a while now.
When it was finally time to leave, it transpired that the Sharmas were without a vehicle.One of their relatives was visiting them and he had taken the vehicle. The Sharmas had acquicesed confident that Amit would drop them back. After all the formal good byes and embraces were over the guests left. Anita told Lakshmi to start clearing away the dishes while she would change into something informal like a T shirt and a pair of shorts. Since the party had gone on till quite late, Lakshmi had told Anita that her husband Bhasu would be coming to collect her. Anita had grimaced. Bhasu was the man who had forced her not once but two times to have sex with her. Although the experience was not entirely bad but somehow she was a bit uneasy. However since nobody except Bhasu and Anita herself knew about these sexual encounters Anita kept quiet.
As Anita was changing she heard the doorbell ring. She heard Lakshmi open the door and presumed that it would be Bhasu. Since he would not be able to do anything in the presence of his wife, Anita decided that it would be good fun to tease him a little. Let him yearn for her body and squirm. She therefore put on a loose T shirt over her bra and the shortest pair of shorts that she had. Amit often said that these shorts were just slightly longer than panties. At least watching her bare legs would make him suitably excited and make love to Lakshmi. Lakshmi too was not unattractive. About two inches shorter than Anita she too had a full body with nice, ripe breasts. However during the course of her duties, while she had got the opportunity to see Anita nude but Anita had not seen her sans clothes.
However soon there appeared to be a commotion emanating from the kitchen. God, thought Anita. These people are again fighting. Why can’t they love one another? She emerged from her room and was surprised to see another man in addition to Bhasu, armed with a revolver and with something in a little bottle whci he said was acid.The man appeared to be from a decent family. Had he not been so shabbily attired one could think that he belonged to the privileged section of the society.Despite his proper looks, he seemed out of place. Is this some sort of a dacoity, thought Anita but the man’s ire seemed to be directed against Bhasu.
“So, you swine! Finally caught you. Now and here I will tell you the price that has to be paid for fucking other’s wives.” he said addressing Bhasu.
My,my! thought Anita. The filthy language that he is using. But from this sentence itself it was quite clear to Anita that just as Bhasu had fucked her, he would have fucked other women as well and this man appeared to be the husband of one of them. Obviously he had come to know the truth recently and was so livid. Her first thought was that perhaps she should not have emerged from her room and let these people settle scores on their own. Now she too was standing there scantily clad and well, a party to the feud.
“What is the matter? Why are you shouting?” she mustered up the courage to say .
“This man has fucked my wife and today I will fuck his wife. Now.” the man shouted.
Anita knew that she had virtually no choice but to defend Bhasu.
“Look, there may have been some mistake. I know this couple since a fairly long time. And please don’t use such language” She replied with all the confidence she could muster.
Before the man could reply even Lakshmi who perhaps felt duty bound to defend Bhasu spoke up, “ Wait till Sahib ( referring to Amit) returns. He will see to it that you are arrested.”
The man sniggered. “Well, lady if you really think that this man is decent, you are mistaken.” Then addressing Lakshmi he said, “ You, you said that her ( Anita’s ) husband will have me arrested. Well, there are a number of interesting equations here. I naturally do not want to be arrested, so it is very important to involve your Mem Sahib ( master’s wife) as well. To begin with you should get to know that your husband is not the angel he projects himself to be. However I will not torture you by only raping you. You will also get to see good sex.Seeing is believing and yes, very pleasurable also. You, yes, you Bhasu, strip both these females and now is the time for me to see how good your cock actually is so get rid of all your clothes as well by the time I blink my eye.”
Anita was aghast. “ Behave yourself!” she said. “ Where do I come into the picture?”
“Behave myself? That’s a good one. Darling, you are so innocent. When your lovely and powerful husband sees his pretty and sexy wife getting fucked he will think twice before calling in the police. So, you want this creep to strip you or will you do it yourself? And the same applies to you, Lakshmi. I don’t have all the time in the world and delay irritates me like nothing does.” He replied as if explaining things to a particularly stupid child.
Bhasu was secretly pleased. Seeing Anita naked was a big turn on and he started moving towards her when Anita said, “Stop! I can undress myself.” It was not much of a problem. She had on no undergarments. Just a bra,a loose T shirt and a pair of shorts.
She felt her face flush self-consciously as she tentatively, almost seductively, took her loose T shirt off. The appreciative whistles that the man made, made her try to cover her glorious bra- covered C-sized breasts, but thought better of it and pulled them away and unhooked her bra, dropping it to the floor. Her breasts felt nice and free in the open air and her nipples were hard, like bullets from the fear and cold. One thing many guys found attractive about her was the fact her breasts stuck out and didn't bounce as much as most women's did. The only problem was most people that had seen her breasts (which wasn't very many, only other girls), thought that this meant that she undergone some expensive surgery, which simply wasn't true. Meanwhile Lakshmi too had got rid of her saree, petty coat and blouse. Bhasu too had stripped.
As Anita took off the shorts off her bare feet, she felt an odd sensation enter her body.
“Wow! Lovely! Now this is what I call a bonus. I had come here to screw this creep’s wife and here I find the gorgeous you. Your husband is one lucky man who screws such a beauty. The ideal situation would have been for me to screw you but then this bastard will get off lightly. So though he will eventually get his due, for the moment you will do to him what you do to your darling husband.” The man said while collecting all the discarded clothes making a bundle out of them, shoving them roughly in a room and locking it with a lock and key which he had found on the table near the entrance. As was their habit they kept the lock and key near the door so that it could be locked right away.
“I… I don’t get you.” Anita replied in a small voice.
“Turn around and bend, honey! Keep your lovely fingers on the table and spread your legs. Wide. And if you disobey you will get a solid whack!” He said. To Anita it appeared as if she was his original target and not Lakshmi. She fervently wished she had stayed on in her room. She felt a pair of hands pull the cheek of her buttocks apart and a finger at the entry of her ass hole made her gasp. Soon however the finger slid down to her pussy and slid inside it. With his other hand he cupped her left breast and gave a little squeeze, his thumb and index finger pressing down on her nipple.
“All wet. Dying to be fucked? Well, I don’t blame you. Had I been in your place even I would want to get fucked frequently.” The jeering went on.
