Archana is smiling but also looks nervous as everyone walks outside and sits on patio chairs by a bar near the swimming pool. She looks ravishing in her short off-shoulder tight blue dress that made me want to jump her earlier. Clearly, it has had the same effect on Steve, because he is sitting in a chair right next to her and stroking her bare shoulder and thighs subtly. She seems to shiver at his touches and smile, but keeps talking politely with the old men.
I am standing about 50 feet away and can hear most of the conversation as Jack walks behind the bar and starts mixing a cocktail.
"Wow, you have a 12 year old? I would have thought you were in college!" says the old guy named Rolf who is hispanic, short and portly. He is wearing swimming shorts and a floral shirt. I notice that every time Archana moves her legs, he keeps shifting his head to see if he can see up her dress.
"Hehehe, you're too kind." Archana smiles.
"He is right! You must work out a lot!" says the other old man dressed similarly named Yan who looks Chinese. He is tall and wiry, much like Jack. His eyes are more focused on her cleavage.
Archana just giggles and shakes her head playfully. Steve is sitting there still stroking her skin in full view of these men she has just met. She seems a little bashful but does not stop him.
Uncle Jack comes back with a bunch of glasses filled with a dark brown liquid and hands them around. Archana takes a couple of big gulps from hers nervously. I have seen how far she has evolved or devolved (based on your perspective), but she still seems to have enough self-doubt to feel nervous here clearly.
They all start talking as if this is just a normal social visit. The conversation is quite boilerplate, each of them sharing their backgrounds, their pasts, their presents etc. Turns out Jack is a big Hollywood producer and the other two men are his colleagues. There are frequent effusive bits with how "Archie looks so hot, she can be in one of our movies", which my wife shyly laughs away. She answers mundane questions about our life in India, how we like Los Angeles, and so on.
Throughout this whole thing, Steve is making minimal contributions to the conversation. He is more into stroking Archana all over and occasionally kissing her shoulder or her neck in front of the old men. The old men keep exchanging sly glances whenever he does that. They are probably wondering, as am I, what is the end game here.
I can see Archana getting more and more drunk and getting more and more affected by Steve's touch. Finally at one point mid-conversation, she suddenly says,
"Can I use your bathroom please?"
"I'll show you." Steve says. He and Jack exchange a conspiratorial smile.
He pulls her up and holds her. Archana is a little wobbly on her feet with all the drinks at the bar and now the cocktail here. But she maintains her balance as Steve walks her into the house through large french windows. The old men watch her curvy ass wobble under her short dress as she walks away.
The old men look at each other and laugh. And then lean forward and start talking in a low voice. I can only catch a few snippets.
"Lucky Steve!"
"...extra spicy tandoori tits..."
"...not really my newphew! Poker buddy who owed me a few grand..."
"...that ass...oof!"
And so on. Minutes tick by. I am wondering where she is. Soon so do the men because they start looking at the house and discussing it.
"...banging her you think?"
"Wouldn't you?"
And so on.
It is a good twenty minutes by now and I am tempted to walk around the house and see if I can spot her with her lover through some other windows. That's when the French windows open. My eyes and the three old men's eyes move there and see Steve walk out, shirtless and sweaty. He waits at the threshold looking inside and back at the old men and smiling.
Then Archana walks out, adjusting her tight little blue dress, making sure it is pulled up enough to cover her boobs and down enough to cover her butt. It has damp patches on it now. I wonder if they are from sweat or cum or both. I notice that she has her high heels in her hand, possibly because she is too drunk to keep walking in them.
I watch, fascinated and also slightly annoyed, as my wife, clearly just-fucked by a young man over a decade younger than her, now walks and joins the three men almost twice her age with a bashful smile.
"Did you have a good time inside, Archie?" Jack asks.
She blushes and looks away, as if she were some coy bride being asked about her wedding night. She is still there and smiling, so clearly, she does not care that the men know she has just been fucked inside by the young buck. But her not caring is not brazen and shameless and in-your-face. It is still coy and self-effacing, which makes it seem even sexier. She still looks hot but not like a slut, which she is. Instead she still has that vulnerable milf-next-door quality in her body language.
"Would you like another drink?" Jack asks.
"Shulll..." Archana says, then blinks and says, "Sure."
"Come, help me make it." Jack gets up from the chair and holds his hand out.
Archana looks at his hand and then looks at Steve who nods and cockily says,
"I'll get in the pool and take a few laps to wash this sweat off."
There is laughter all around. He strips his trousers off and dives into the pool in his underwear.
Old man Jack takes Archana by the hand and leads her behind the bar. Which annoys me, because it is even farther away from where I am standing and I can't hear anything said there. And it blocks a lot of what I can see too. I am wondering if that is why Jack chose to take her there. For some privacy from the others.
Speaking of the others, the two old men still sitting on the chair are talking in low voices with each other and looking at the bar, as am I. Their expressions are semi-serious, as if they are strategizing. They then get up and walk to the bar too, taking seats on the bar stools.
Jack really is mixing a cocktail. Archana is with him, looking at Steve every few seconds, while she nods and follows his instructions, handing Jack this bottle and that. It seems like a pretty strong cocktail, because I see Jack pour a lot of whiskey, tequila, and rum into a blender, with some oranges. As Archana unsteadily walks around the bar fetching the bottles, I wonder if she has perhaps had too much to drink because she is swaying even more with each step. I guess Jack has noticed it too because he stops the blender, walks her around the bar on a stool between his two friends, and then goes back to finish making the drink.
Archana has a glazed look on her face and is leaning against the bar with her elbows on it. That makes her big tits strain even more against her dress. Rolf and Yan are on her either side. Finally Rolf can't take it. I see his grubby hairy hand reach up and feel her tits. That makes her sit up. She stares at him and shoves his hand away. Then she gets up and unsteadily walks to the patio chairs. He looks chastised.
Just as I am thinking, at least she is drawing the line here, I see her reach for her phone which is on a table with her purse. She is still swaying a little as she types something on the phone. Then my phone buzzes in my pocket. I check it. It's a text from her.
- dnt wiat up. drnk. slepping ovr at beth c u tomm
I stare at the phone and then at her, across the pool. Yet another effortless lie. Except for the drunk part. That is true. I think of giving her an out.
- Ok. If you are too drunk, I can come pick you up wherever you are.
I see her look at the text and wince.
- ur 2 nic. i luv u. no is ok. cu tomm. xoxo.
I see a look of shame and guilt flash on her face as she bites her lip and seems to hold back tears. She is feeling guilty lying to me and cheating on me. For a moment, I feel bad for her. But that moment passes. Because she turns around and then goes back to the stool. She resumes her position, looks down and says something. Rolf looks delighted. His eager hands move to her tits again and roll the dress down revealing a strapless bra. The bulging curves of her tits are now exposed.
Yan does the honors of pulling the bra down and freeing her huge tits. He starts squeezing them and then leans down, licking her nipples. She gasps but does not stop him. This emboldens Rolf who puts his hand on her exposed thigh and then shoves it under her dress between her legs. She moans loudly.
Jack has been watching this as he pours the drink into the glasses. Steve has stopped swimming and is watching it from the pool, with a wide smile on his face.
They exchange a glance. Jack nods and gives him a thumbs up sign. Is that acknowledgment that the poker debt is paid?
I am sporting the hardest erection but also feeling angry and aghast at this new level of depravity my wife is now displaying. Hooking up with young virile handsome colleagues is one thing. It's natural, wanting to sleep with such young studs. But these are ugly old men slurping at her tits and playing with her pussy. Ugly old men she has just met. And she is not stopping even them. In fact she seems to be enjoying it.
There is a brief break in the action as Jack comes over with the drinks. He puts them on the bar and stands in front of Archana, admiring her tits. He then grabs her by her hair and pulls her into a kiss. At least he is a good looking man, I console myself. Old, but good looking. The kiss is a passionate one with Archana responding in full measure. Rolf takes his hand out from between her legs and pulls down his shorts. Yan lets go of her tits and does the same. As Jack breaks the kiss, my wife leans back and sees the two erect dicks and inhales deeply. She does not resist as each man takes a hand of hers and puts it on them. Her fingers gingerly wrap around the shaft.
