I met my wife, Mansha, after college in DC in the mid 2000s. I did not have a steady job at that time. Fortunately though, I had found reasonably priced accommodation in a 5 bedroom which was shared with 6 other roommates, all in various stages of college or finding a job. That's where I met her, she had a room all to herself in the house, right next to the room that I was sharing with someone else.
We met in that house as roommates and over a rather long period of time, got close to each other, eventually getting married. But at first, we were both leading a carefree existence, and had no idea that one day we will actually end up together Mansha and I both were 21 at that time. She was Pakistani by ethnicity but born and raised in the states. She was a rebel and charming as well. She had the sultry looks of a Spanish beauty, and the body with curves that would give anyone an instant hard on. So without surprise, she was usually surrounded by men, and boy did she love that attention!
Mansha was a very sexually curios person. Over the years she has shared how she has experimented with girl on girl as well as taking multiple men at once. At that time, she was typically going through 1 or 2 one-night stands every week. She also routinely slept with her coworkers, who we all knew by now. Even when she was going steady with someone, nobody had her exclusively - she would typically have multiple partners at once and she was very transparent about it
I first made out with her at a party one of our other roommates through at our place. From that point on, I became a backup of sorts - filling in for nights when nobody else was available. But I never progressed beyond the point of making out. In those days, she was mostly going steady with someone named Roop.
Roop was of mixed ancestry, Caucasian and South Asian. He wasn't based in DC, instead he was a high flying consultant who visited DC couple of times a month. 7 years her senior, he was charming but dominating. When he was around, nothing else seemed to matter much to Mansha. Her room's door was typically shut throughout his stay unless she's out in the kitchen in her underwear fetching supplies or they are heading out to party. The house walls did not afford much privacy, so I got pretty used to listening to her moaning sounds when Roop was there.
However, when Roop was away, Mansha was a whole other person, mingling freely with men and seemingly lot more "available". Although I had climbed my way up to substitute status, I considered her way above my league for the most part. My advantage of course was that I was always available.
When Roop was visiting, the two of them would typically go out partying each night to a club or a house party. Roop used to shower Mansha with gifts and they both had dazzling dressing sense. Mansha especially was either always in a miniskirt or a seductive cocktail dress. Gradually, as Mansha and I got to know each other better, I learnt that she was quite unhappy with Roop. Roop was still steady his long term girlfriend, and Mansha at best was his muse during his work travels. On the other hand, Mansha was quite fond of Roop and did not like to share. Nevertheless, she was trying desperately to fit in - hoping that if she met his every demand, she might just be able to win him over.
One of those weekends, we got together right before Christmas at a friend's place in the suburbs. He had rented a large single family home all by himself and was throwing a grand housewarming party. It was a cold night and Mansha showed up in a cocktail dress with a fur overcoat. The dress was unlike anything I had seen before.
It was a single piece black dress, backless - no bra, and one where the lower half beneath the bare back began about 3 inches down the butt crack. Just like there was no room to wear a bra, there was no room for panties either - that dress was all she was wearing once the fur coat came off, with some jewelry.
The butt cleavage area was tight and suggestive. For those in her company that night, it's a special message announcing what you might just get - that is if she chooses you. Although there were a lot of contenders, the coveted prize - or the butt crack, was most certainly going to be Roop's.
As the party wore on, alcohol kept flowing and people kept getting knocked out one after another. As I started getting slowly buzzed, I kept my gaze on Mansha's killer looks. I could see that Roop's one hand was constantly moving in and out of Mansha's dress, squeezing her bums. Roop was as much an exhibitionist as Mansha and this was a regular affair every weekend for the two of them.
At one point, Roop and Mansha were hugging and kissing passionately when he slid her dress down her ass. I was lucky to be right behind her at that time. Although the lighting was dim, as that ass got bare, the sudden hardness I felt in my crotch was near instantaneous. I had never seen such a perfect ass. Both were so drunk by now, that Mansha didn't seem to bother that much. Pulling her dress down her ass just made it easy for Roop to go on squeezing it. After a while, he held his hand and slowly walked her to a room at the back.
