I heard the front door open and looked up from my chair at the dining table to see my dear husband Roby walking in with his tennis racquet slung over his shoulders. I put down the book I was reading and started to run towards him to hug him, as I usually do when he is all sweaty and hot, when I realized that someone was standing there behind him. I looked past Roby and saw a tall distinguished looking young man, obviously from the east, smiling at me. Roby quickly stepped aside and introduced us. "Jill, this is my friend Raja. We play tennis at the same club and I was surprised to learn that he lives in the apartment right across from us. It seems he moved in last week."
I took his extended hand and he shook it firmly and released it reluctantly. "Hi, nice to meet you, Raja" I said politely.
He said, " Hello Jill. It sure is a pleasure to meet you. Robert talks a lot about you, and obviously, even when he is playing tennis, his mind is buzzing around you. And now I see why he does that!"
I blushed at this sudden and totally unexpected compliment from him.
My husband laughed at my discomfiture and said, "Raja is a charming young man and will sweep you off your feet if you are not careful! He has all the girls up at the club in stitches with his jokes."
I recovered my composure and looked at him straight in the eye for the first time. His look was direct and unwavering. I turned away to hide the flush that was creeping up my face.
Roby continued, "Jill, Raja is from India. He claims he has royal blood in him. The name 'Raja' stands for 'King' in his native tongue."
I waved him to a sofa and sat down opposite him. He was still gazing at me, despite my husband hovering around us. I was red in the face, and to my surprise, I seemed to be enjoying his piercing gaze and the attention I was getting from him.
I was always fascinated by other cultures and so I started showering him with questions about his country and culture and I liked the way he answered them. His voice had a cultured baritone quality and his answers spoke volumes of his knowledge of and pride for his country. I sat there mesmerized, listening to him talk, while Roby went inside to shower and change. When he came back he said, "Jill, actually Raja is here for a favor. His wife lives in India and wants to talk to him on the phone. She'll be calling anytime now. You see, Raja does not have a telephone connection in his apartment yet and I told him it was okay for his wife to call him here until he does."
This was a little strange but then I realized that Roby wouldn't have suggested this if he was not impressed with this young man. It could be Raja's tennis prowess that makes Roby want to get closer to this man. However, it was okay with me since I was already getting addicted to his smooth and suave talk.
The reason Raja's wife called him at night was in itself a small story. His wife Ranee works for the post and telegraphs department in India and had access to free international calls from her work place. And since the time difference was around twelve hours between US central time and India, when she called it would be late night over here. I thought that was so cool, to be able to call for free.
Anyhow, to make a long story short, Raja began to come over frequently. Roby was getting better at Tennis and Roby and Raja ended up becoming doubles partners for the upcoming tournament. With the match looming not too far away, Roby's excitement was at a fever pitch and they practiced late into the evenings.
It was fun having Raja around. He always kept a lively conversation going. That was one of Roby's weaknesses. He never enjoyed talking. He was an action man. I, on the other hand, loved talking and enjoyed interesting conversations. Not senseless blonde chatter, but anything entertaining or informative always held me glued to the speaker. And Raja was really great at that. So as our friendship grew, I found myself spending more time with Raja at home while my husband went off to bed early. Since Roby had no problem with it, I relaxed and truly began looking forward to evenings with Raja.
I learned that his wife was also from the royal family and that their families had arranged their marriage. We got to talking about marriages, divorces, affairs and every other related topics. No topic was taboo to us and I really began to warm up to him. Sometimes, Raja would be very humorous and at times he would be extremely sensual. It always excited me when he talked to me that way, especially when he would look me over directly, with his piercing eyes and I noticed he always followed my breasts and my butt with his eyes. I knew I was falling for him and felt that he was only too aware of it.
Roby and I had a very successful married life. We met during a business convention and dated briefly and decided to get married. That was two years ago. We loved each other very much and were compatible in almost everything. Our sex life was absolutely wonderful. Roby was a man of action and could keep fucking me for hours. He was very strong and had a nine-inch cock. And he was insatiable. I felt that way too. But there was one little problem. He was not keen on foreplay at all. He would rip my clothes off, enter me and start fucking me, from the front, back, top or from under me. However he did it, he could always keep up the pace and normally I'd be the one to fall off exhausted. He loved oral and anal sex and taught me how to enjoy them without feeling dirty or soiled. Most women would have loved to be in my situation, I know. But I needed something besides just the ramming. I needed conversations, dirty talk and foreplay. In the beginning I tried to lure Roby into my way of doing things but he soon got bored and I felt it even affected his performance in bed. So I just had to let it go and take what he had to offer, which of course was plenty. I shouldn't be really complaining at all!
But with Raja coming into our lives, I was finally beginning to get the kind of enjoyment I had so dearly longed for all along. It got to a point where I was eagerly looking forward to his coming over and hoping that his wife would call very late so that I could just sit by him and lap up his conversations till he got his call from her. He never stayed long after the call since he was feeling guilty causing us this inconvenience.
And soon afterwards, I started to fantasize about Raja, especially when Roby was striding me and giving me the best physical pleasure ever, and I reached multiple orgasms just thinking about Raja and silently talking to him while heaving my hips up to meet Roby's powerful thrusts. That worked for a while but soon my craving reached new heights. I was frequently thinking about Raja even when I was alone or playing with myself in the bathroom. I felt like I was cheating on Roby but soon my carnal desire overcame that and I was enjoying the whole fantasy sequences. I somehow knew it was just a matter of time before I reached out to him.
It was Wednesday evening and Roby was leaving for a business meeting the next morning. He had to leave at four to catch a plane to New York and so came home early, skipping his usual tennis practice. He would be away all weekend and so I knew that he would certainly want to fuck me before he left. So while he was packing for his trip, I went to take a luxurious bath. I shaved my pussy and it looked and felt soft and silky. Then I shampooed, showered and then dried my hair. My long blonde hair felt soft and silky. I pulled on my soft spandex jogging shorts, which always turned him on because he could literally peel it off of me, and a lacy thin pink top, which had a hard time holding my bubbling breasts from peeping out of the very low neckline. The nipples of course could be seen from thirty feet away, hard as they were and thrusting against the soft material. I walked into the bedroom to catch Roby by surprise because I knew he always loved my clean-shaven pink pussy and my long golden locks swirling around my shoulders and this special attire I was wearing. But I had the surprise of my life. He had finished packing and was already in bed, snoring gently. I was disappointed, of course but quickly bent over and kissed him on his cheeks and silently left the bedroom, closing the door behind me. It was then that I heard the front door bell ring. I was surprised but hurried to the door and found Raja standing there. My heart leaped and the glee must have shown on my face because he quickly stepped inside and said, "My, my, do you look fresh enough to be eaten or what! You really shouldn't do this to me, Jill. You know I am so far away from my wife and seeing you like this would only make matters worse for me."
It was only then that I remembered that I was dressed like a slut and he was ogling at me like he had never done before. The top left nothing to his imagination and the shorts were hugging my ass and thighs as though it didn't want to let go of my body. My navel button was clearly winking at him and inadvertently when I pulled the shorts up, my soft pussy mound was tantalizingly visible under the silky material pressing against it. And he quickly assessed the situation and was starting off on a sensual route straight away. And I knew it would only get worse as the night progressed. My anticipation was soaring! I knew I looked like a slut and felt like one too! I was just hoping he'd also treat me like one. The thought of my husband sleeping in the next room did not seem to bother me at all. It was like I was high on some drugs or something. Anyhow, I did go over to him first to offer my body. Only he wasn't ready for it. So as the saying goes, finder's keepers! Gosh, I must be going crazy with lust.
Raja then said, " Ranee is planning to call tonight but the call might come late. Would that be okay with you, Jill?"
I said, "As long as you keep your voice down, everything should be alright because Roby is fast asleep and I don't want him to be disturbed since he has to leave early tomorrow morning to catch a plane."
Raja said, "Of course, I'll try to keep my voice down. Does that mean that I'll have you all to myself till Ranee calls?"
I blushed and said, "Yes, of course!"
Raja asked, "Jill, why are you dressed like this tonight?"
