My wife and I had settled into the mundane existence of couples. We had been together since college. I was still attracted to her, but with a kid and a job, she seemed to have lost the appetite for sex. My wife was still attractive. Aarti was in her early 40s, and her biggest asset was her full natural breasts-36DD. She kept herself trim and had great legs, but her breasts would always stand out no matter what she wore.
One evening, we had gone out for drinks with some friends. Aarti wore a pink summer dress, which showed off her legs and cleavage. After a few drinks, we decided to get dinner in an old part of the city (Delhi). The crowd was more blue-collared and rugged, but the food was way better. All the women in our group were getting stared at by the men. They were blue-collared and didn't take well to women clad like our group. We were done with dinner and getting ready to leave when a group of men entered the restaurant. You could see they commanded respect in the area.
The one who was the leader looked towards us, and I realized that he was my classmate from college. He recognized my wife and me and approached us with his cronies. He had a thing for Aarti in college, but she had shrugged him and many others off and settled for me. We had heard he had moved up the ladder in the local Muslim political scene. He had put on weight and was stocky but not quite fat. He politely asked us what brought us to this part of town. His cronies just stared at my wife. She later told me that they were stripping her with their eyes. Haider told my wife that she had stayed the same since college. He insisted on buying us the local paan (a digestive). While chatting, we also discovered that one of his companies had leased a warehouse from my wife's company. Haider insisted that my wife should show him a few more warehouses and that they could do more business together.