Hello. My name is Sunil. I am 32 years old. And I recently caught my wife Komal being unfaithful to me in public when drunk. This is an honest story of that. It is a difficult but erotic story, friends.
I was nicely dressed and ready in the living room waiting for Komal to get ready before we headed out for our first night out in America. I kept waiting, knowing that she would look great.
Komal is younger than me at 25 years old and ours is an arranged marriage of 2 years. She is 5' 4" tall, and has a petite but curvy body with firm C cup boobs. She has that Kashmiri reddish dark brown thick shoulder length hair, and pretty light brown eyes. She always gets more than a look or two from men and also even women. Looks were a big reason I chose to marry her, besides her enthusiastic personality.
She came down the stairs wearing a strapless black tube top, leaving shoulders and her stomach bare, and a short red pleated skirt that went halfway to her knee. Total clubbing look. I approved. It had taken me a long time to convince her to dress like this.
We walked out of our house towards our new car. I hung out a little behind her just to get a look at her great ass as the skirt pleats bounced. Great view! I loved seeing her dressed in short clothes and the looks she got.
We went to a trendy bar. We had to pay a hefty cover charge. But the insides were nice. The cocktails were strong. Komal and I had a couple of drinks each and were nicely buzzed.
"Let's dance!" she said.
I joined her on the dance floor. And as she moved seductively to the music, I realized that I was not the only one staring at her. A lot of other men were also ogling her. Mentally undressing her.
That always got me really hot. Men lusting after her.
"Come with me." I whispered.
She obeyed.
We left the bar and I dragged her a couple of blocks away to a dark alley.
"Bend over!" I commanded!
"Naughty!" She giggled as she put her palms on the wall.
I slid her thong to a side and entered her. It was a quick exciting public fuck. Our first time. I came in a few minutes just as I could sense Komal getting worked up.
I hoped to last longer later in the night.
Little did I know that it would be much much later in the night that I got to fuck her again.
After the alley fuck, we tried to get back into the club but the line was too long.
I still didn't feel up to driving. I suggested walking along the riverside promenade which had a few benches and a couple of bar stands that sold beer and wine.
So we picked up a drink each from a stand and then strolled buzzed along the river.
At one point, there was an L bend under a bridge which was very dark. I pulled her towards me and we started making out. In doing so, I ended up spilling her drink as well as mine.
"Clumsy clumsy." She giggled.
I took stock of the situation. She was giggly and horny and just drunk enough that she might consent to outdoor sex, a big fantasy of mine!
The setting was perfect. A dark corner. No one as far as the eye could see. All I needed was to keep her drinking. And there was that bar stand just a 5 minute jog away.
"Stay here! I'll be back with fresh drinks!"
I kissed her.
"Okay be fast okay! I'm really horny!"
Oh wow, she was a step ahead of me.
I sprinted along the boardwalk and was almost out of breath by the time I reached the stand. There was a bit of a line.
It was almost twenty minutes by the time I had drinks and was returning to our old spot, hoping she was still in the mood.
Just as I reached the L bend and was about to turn, I paused.
Komal was clearly still in the mood. She was leaned against the railing, looking at fishes. But what caught my eye even more was that there a burly old white man standing a few feet away from her. Staring at her.
She seemed to have noticed him but was politely ignoring him.
Then I was shocked as I saw him take a few steps forward and fondle Komal under her skirt, touching her ass.
I was sure she would scream and slap him.
But my wife looked around and moaned. And I could see her lips move. As did his. But I couldn't hear what they were saying.
The old man then looked around. I was hidden in the shadows behind a tree. After making sure no one was around, I saw his hand go inside my wife's panties.
"Oh fuck yeah!" she happily chuckled and thrust back against his hand.
I had a drink in each hand and I was watching my wife get fondled and fingered by an old stranger and all I had by the way of reaction was a hard on and curiosity to see more.
I breathed very slowly to stay quiet, but the squelching of his fingers in her pussy and her moans would have drowned out my noises anyway.
Is this the woman I had married? A tramp who would let a stranger just feel her up?
At the same time, I was so hard, it hurt!
I was horny as well as angry.
I know I could have spoken up and stopped everything. But I wanted to see just how far she would go.
Where I stood, I could hear Komal'd breathing become heavier and a groan escaped her lips. I also saw her hips thrusting on the old man's hand. I looked around to see if anyone else was watching this scene but I saw no one else. I slowly looked back and the old man had stopped fingering Komal and was now standing straight behind her. His nose next to her ear.
For a few innocent moments, I had given my wife the benefit of the doubt that she thought it was me. But by now, it was clear that was not the case.
As I watched, the old man reached around with his right hand and squeezed Komal's left bob over her tube top. I heard her moan as he pinched her erect nipple through her top. He then reached out with his thumbs and lowered her tube top until her tits spilled out.
