Chapter 1: Wife's Interfaith Seduction
My wife Kamala aged twenty-five years, have been married to me for the last seven years. She is five feet and three inches tall with a very fair complexion.
She is in possession of a very sexy looking face with thick, lush and pouting lips and a perfect set of pearly white teeth, shoulder length black hair with a reddish tinge of Henna framing her face.
A bit on the fatter side her hips are wide, the type Indian men go crazy for.
She have a couple of folds of extra fat on either side of her midriff which makes her look more alluring. Her 38DD breasts are like two large bouncy globes! Having accidentally watched her changing her dress, I have seen her bare breasts a couple of times. Sagging slightly, they are shaped like domes or large onions. Two fat, juicy and upright nipples, deep brown in colour and the size of large grapes stand up proudly on a large base of light brown areolas adorning her large milk pots!
Her large round buttocks shaped like two big globes sway alluringly when she walks! My wife usually dresses up in very low cut sleeveless blouses which show the full length of her white and fleshy arms, a lot of cleavage and the major portion of her back!
She wears her sari an inch below her navel which again is an exquisite part of her body. Her navel is a perfect nice little hollow centered right in the middle of her white fleshy belly! Bengali women are known to be some of the hottest women in India and my wife fits the tag perfectly. She turns the head of every man whenever she goes out.
I have been watching how men, young and old, ogle at her voluptuous body with undisguised lust in their eyes. The way she carefully flaunts her ripe sexy body, would make even an impotent man regain his sexual vigour.
I have a few Muslim friends and one of them is Abdul. Abdul is a very big guy.
He have a strong muscular body. He is in possession of an enviable sex life. Abdul have no dearth of women. From young virgins to mature married ladies, the women consider themselves extremely lucky if they could get fucked by Abdul.
One evening Abdul and me sat together for a chat. We had a bottle of beer each and a plate of fries. The topic was revolving around sex.
"Actually married women have a greater craving for sex. In fact, I enjoy sex more with married women than with young girls," Abdul remarked matter of factly.
I had sex with only one woman in my life. The evening was wearing on and the alcohol had made both of us a bit mellow.
Sipping bear from his mug, Abdul lowered his voice a bit and asked, "your wife haven't had any other man in her life before her marriage?"
I replied staunchly, "no!"
"You don't mind my saying," Abdul trailed off, "she must be horny as hell!"
"What? Come on, what do you mean?" I asked.
"Sorry Sandip if I have hurt your feelings, the thought just came up in my mind. No hard feelings pal," there was a tinge of regret in his voice.
"Not at all," I was quick to assuage Abdul's feelings, "the last thing I wanted to see was any misunderstanding between the two of us."
"Actually, I am not sure about her sexual feelings. She never expressed her thoughts to me," I replied thoughtfully.
"It's okay," Abdul said somewhat relieved, "actually, Kamla Bhabhiji is a fine healthy woman and if I am honest, her dresses are pretty provocative!"'
I couldn't disagree, the fact remained that whenever Abdul visited us he had a difficult time trying to conceal a bulge between his legs which appeared in front of my wife!
Although my wife treated Abdul as just a friend and smiled and chatted with him, I always had a suspicion that my sexy wife aroused Abdul strongly.
"May be, your wife do want sex with another man, but is afraid or hesitant to express it, you know?" Abdul asked questioningly, "very few women are overt in nature!"
Sipping from my mug, I nodded silently.
"Sandip, Bengali women are horny and have an insatiable appetite for sex," Abdul said.
"I agree with you totally on that one," I replied with a mischievous smile.
Abdul laughed aloud and then said, "your wife being a Bengali woman must be horny as hell! That's what I was saying in the beginning."
"Your logic is quite sound," I replied, laughing aloud, "but she is not like the others!"
Abdul lowered his voice substantially and said, "there have been something in my mind. I want to talk to you about it but being unsure as to whether it would be proper, I have refrained from raising the point with you."
"When I have heard so much, I might as well hear the rest of it. Come on," I replied quickly.
"Are you sure?" Abdul asked hesitantly.
