Mona raised her voice again: Ow you men are such perverts.
Me: I love you baby.
Mona smiles and says: I love you to death baby. But I'm serious; no fooling around for now. Don't ruin the day for me. Let me get some chores done.
Anil woke up in the evening. When he finally got out wearing a tight dark grey t-shirt and white pants, it had already started raining. My wife came out to surprise us after being locked inside the bedroom for an eternity. She was wearing a stunning red spring low cut dress. We can clearly see her push up bra and lacy G-string through the lacy sheer. Her one piece had wide straps and a low cut exposing most of her milky tits. The bottom part was tightly wrapped around her upper thigh. Even when she's sitting legs closed you can almost see her panties from the triangular gap. She wore a matching pair of red piano finish high heels amplifying the new ankle bracelet Anil brought her as a present. On her neck, she had a thin white gold necklace with a diamond pendant at the base of her inviting cleavage. It went really well with the thin bangle earrings. This is what I call dressed to perfection. These are the perks of being married to a total knock-out! I was feeling a sense of pride.
Anil, for the first time complimented Mona and told her how stunning she looked. They were constantly exchanging weird glances at each other. I told them that the weather forecast appears to be bad tonight, so unfortunately we should come home early. So we decided to have dinner only and come back. As usual I took the driver's seat and my wife sat with Anil in the back. This time they were both quiet. Did their chit-chat run out? I looked through the mirror and saw Mona just resting her head on his shoulder. She was holding hands. At the restaurant I felt that there was an odd tension in the air. Mona was really quiet. So Anil cracked some silly jokes to lighten the mood which made my wife laugh. None of us seemed too interested in eating. We wanted to kill a little bit more time and drove to the nearest mall and window shopped a little bit. After the mall closed at 9:00pm, we decided to head back home. This time however, the rain was pouring in. All of us got a bit wet and Mona wiped Anil's hair and kept caressing him. Once again, there was this weird tension in the car as if something is going to happen. Other than holding hands they kept pretty still. I didn't have many opportunities to look through the mirror though. The driving condition was bad.
Despite the ruthless downpour and the harsh traffic, we got home a little before 10:00pm and we decided to watch a movie. Mona put on a hindi movie. It was about a very romantic affair full of songs. There were intermittent thunders and lightning flashes bleeding through the blinds. I got a call from my supervisor demanding a paper edit ASAP, so I excused myself to work from the kitchen. They cuddled up in the couch under a blanket since they were both a little bit cold. I rushed through my work halfassed (couldn't even think straight) and finished it by 11:30pm. I came back to the living room bringing some drinks and saw them in a passionate kiss. My heart skipped a bit. This was too sudden and raw - completely catching me off guard! They saw me and broke the kiss and readjusted themselves. All three of us felt really awkward. They kind of pretended it never happened. Anil tried to start a conversation:
Anil: Vijay did you know Mona is a really good romantic dancer?
Mona rolled her eyes: Ya right!
I looked at her amused: Really?
Anil looked serious: I am not kidding Vijay! We were just talking about this romantic song and we practices this classic ourselves a while ago for a wedding. It was especially flavoured to make Mira jealous.
Me: Is that so? Let me see!
Mona exchanged glances with Anil and then with me. Looks like no one is coming to her rescue.
Mona complained: This is stupid guys. I'm not doing this. Let's just finish the movie.
I ignored her and stopped the dvd. I put the music on from my laptop. It started but none of them would move. I stopped it and waited. Anil stood up extending his hands to Mona and asked her for the dance. Mona looked up and smiled at him and reluctantly stood up and started dancing. It was mild and not an up-close dance but since it was slow (and involved some booty shaking), I found it erotic. Her sexy dress raised the bar a notch higher. The way she carried around her wide ass, her milky thighs and her bouncy tits and the way her dress stretched with her movements can make a man cum in his pants. The fact that there was raging a storm outside had made it even more romantic. This was the first time I'm seeing them together. Oddly enough, I felt less jealousy than I thought I'd be battling. I was in a state of heightened arousal and anticipation.
After the song ended, I asked them if they wanted to dance some more? It looked like what had started reluctantly had now gotten their juices flowing. My wife looked at his eyes for a little bit holding his hands and after a pause nodded. I put on some erotic jazz music this time. At first they kept a distance, holding hands. Then Mona held her hands above her head and slowly swayed her hips. God, I never knew my wife had such talents in her curvy bottoms. They turned towards each other and slowly Mona succumbed to an embrace. She kept her hands behind his neck pressing her tits against Anil's chest and was looking into his eyes. It was surreal for me to watch. Even with the loud music on the house felt quiet. They slowly kept moving and my beautiful wife kept grinding her crotch against his pants. Anil turned her around and held her waist from the back and they kept dancing. Mona was breathing heavily and grinding her hips with the beat. For most part she had her eyes closed and her mouth ever so slightly ajar! Anil kissed behind her ears and was teasing her neck and shoulders. Mona just looked at me once in a helpless trance then closed her eyes again. Something in my glare assured her of the continuance of her vows. Her mouth was more open. Her dress pervasively rolled up from the thighs due to the intensified grinding. I had a clear view of her G-String occasionally revealing some darker spots towards the bottom.
It felt like forever and none of us wanted this to end. They kept dancing song after songs. I didn't bother them in this state and they ignored me for most part. But finally the playlist ended and the next song never played bringing us back to reality. It was closed to 1:00am. The sounds of the storm raging outside now became prominent to my senses. My wife took an couple of strides and sat on my lap. Anil came and sat on the other couch. Mona looked into my eyes and had a concerned expression. One of the perks of being married to woman for a long time is that you learn to talk with your eyes. She kissed me and then bit her lips and peered longingly. I understood her expression, she was asking for permission. I nodded and kissed her and gave her a smile. We picked up our drinks and made some small talk. Mona asked me if I liked her dancing. When I said I did, she blushed. Her skin felt a little clammy, her overwhelmingly intensifying aroma of sexual excitement began to overthrow her flowery perfume.
Right then, the electricity went out. It was pretty dark. I used my phone to get to the kitchen and started lighting up some candles. I asked them if they can put some candles in the master bedroom while I try to figure out the circuit panel. They obliged. I tried to fix the breaker but looks like the line is cut-off for the entire block. I went back to the bedroom and found them still doing the dance grind except there is no music. This time however, Anil softly cupped her breasts and she started massaging the massive bulge that was trying to escape the white khakis. It was very warm in the room and I can see beads of sweat forming on my beautiful wife's chest and forehead. Everything about her expressions told me that she was in tremendous heat. I think all three of us were in a state of trance that demanded only one outcome.
Anil said softly while massaging her tits atop her red dress: I missed you so much baby
Mona had tears rolling out. She held his dark hand fondling her milky breast in upward squeezes. Her wedding ring was sparkling in the candle light.
Mona whimpered: I missed you too baby. I wanted this for so long! Can't control myself any more.
Mona said to me trying to keep her eyes rolling away from me: Vijay, tell him how much I need this.
I rationalized the air of sexual perversion: Anil, Nothing matters to me more than my wife's happiness. Please be gentle, don't hurt her. She means the world to me.
While talking, my wife unbuttoned Anil's trouser and it fell to the ground. His massive penis formed a big tent in his underwear. My beautiful wife grabbed his shaft by the knob.
Mona quivered: I have always dreamed about this Vijay. I can't believe you are letting me do this darling. Look how wet I am.
She ain't kidding! There are two viscous droplets forming on the dark wet patch of her panties - Her dress rolled up to her belly button. Her big bare white ass glistened a little bit. Anil started sucking her neck and already gave her a bruise of passion. She was looking at me with her eyes half closed and constantly biting her lips. She slowly fished Anil's penis out of his underwear. My god it is monstrous! She could barely cover two third of the girth with her hands. She started rubbing his penis on the side of her bare ass. His pre-cum kept sticking to her butt cheeks. She looked at me and motioned me to come closer and slowly moved her hand that was gripping Anil's hand to the back of his neck. Anil had already pulled down her red dress to her belly exposing most of her milky boobs. He freed the right boob from the bra and started caressing her nipples.
I got really close to her, but didn't touch her. I can hear her breath very heavily with occasional whimpers. Her skin is all sweaty. It's strangely arousing to see his dark hairy hands playing with my wife's milky boobs. At this distance I can smell her hair, perfume and his cologne. I got closer and smelled the soft moans coming through her teeth. I can also smell her sweat from her silky smooth armpit. Her eyes are now wide open probing deeply into me. It's almost as if she's trying to say "look what you have done!"
