A very close friend of mine is Archana; she is about 3 years younger to me and a good friend. She married Sandeep and is settled abroad. She told me this story.
Archana is very good-looking and well built, and not all that experienced (sexually) before getting married. In her teens, she won several beauty contests, but stopped winning as her height did not keep pace with her bust development, and she no longer had that long and lean look. She married her husband, Sandeep, while she was getting her MBA. For years, Sandeep did everything he could think of to get her into sexy clothes. She had no problem wearing them for him, but she did not feel much like "advertising" out in public. Sandeep loves her in stockings and garter belts, low-cut blouses, high heels, and shorter than short miniskirts. On the few occasions, she did allow him to dress her and go out (usually while on vacation), she felt like a call girl on display. Wherever they went, men always turned and stared, and Sandeep loved every moment of this coy, femme fatale performance.
Because of Sandeep's career, they entertain quite a bit, and there always seems to be men around the house. She first noticed her husband's "preference" at a party, over two years ago. A friend of Sandeep's had been making a pass at her, while Sandeep was out of the room. He had her in the corner and was relying on her keep her humour, as the hostess, as he tried several time to kiss her. Finally, he pushed away her arms and pinned her to the wall, reaching into her blouse and squeezing her breast. Sandeep walked in and saw what happened, but he stepped back out of the doorway and watched! She finally gently kneed the friend in the crotch and nothing further happened. Later that night, Sandeep mentioned that he had seen what happened and was not furious, but pleased. When she told him that she was furious at him for not helping her, he told her to loosen up, that it was just harmless fun. He said that it was a compliment to her - and to him - that their guest had admired her beauty so much that he could not help himself.
A month later, they were hosting a pool party, and she went down to the freezer in the basement for more ice. Again, one of the guests followed her and started getting overly friendly. He was behind her, with his arms wrapped around her bare stomach, when she noticed Sandeep watching them through the window. She allowed the man to caress her breasts, and even to pull her bikini top down. She fully expected Sandeep to come charging into the room and breaking us up, but he continued to watch. Her new friend sucked her nipples and then placed his hand inside her bikini bottom. She could not believe this! I wanted to see just how far Sandeep would allow this to go before stopping this. The man slowly inserted his finger deep inside her pussy and she opened her legs wide, to give him the freedom to do whatever he wanted. He lowered his trunks and was ready to fuck her, but someone yelled for ice and they immediately separated. Her husband never mentioned the incident, and she was angrier with him than ever before in our marriage.
One night, Vicky, the friend from the indoor party, was over the house. They were having a ball, mixing batch after batch of marguerites "to get it just right!" Sandeep suddenly announced that they were out of limes and he would run to the store for more. he knew this was a lie, but said nothing, and as she expected, Vicky said he would stay and "protect" her. Sandeep left in the car, but apparently parked down the street and walked back. Vicky had already gotten fresh, again, and she suggested that they go into the drawing room, "where we could be more comfortable." They sat on the sofa, kissed and caressed each other for at least five minutes, until she excused herself to "go to the bathroom." Instead, she snucked out the garage door and peeked around the corner of the house. Sure enough, there in the shadows, was Sandeep, looking through the drawing room window. She knew now that it was an immature decision, but at that moment, she was determined to force her husband's hand. She wanted to make him as mad as he was making her. Soon after she returned to the sofa, Vicky removed her blouse and then her bra. He sucked her breasts for a long time and she was turned on as well as angry. Vicky was losing control as he laid her down on the sofa and removed her skirt and panties. She was certain that this would cause Sandeep to call an end to his fun and storm in. Vicky started licking her pussy, and she was losing control, too! She had never expected this thing to go this far! Now, unable to calm Vicky down, she tried to stall. He was ready to fuck her, and there was no way she was going to let him do that. She was really in a fix! She forced them both up and took his penis in her hand, wanting to masturbate him to orgasm. He gripped her head in both hands and forced his penis into her mouth, pumping in and out. Suddenly, he erupted and shot a huge load of semen all over her. She used this as an excuse to go to the bathroom to clean up, and locked herself in there until she heard Sandeep return. Again, Sandeep made no mention of this incident.
During the Christmas season, Sandeep has a special game he plays when they host a party. He hangs a bunch of mistletoe over the door into the rec room and makes up a special batch of "Courage Punch" (it's almost straight booze, and after a few dips into it, you get all kinds of courage!). As a couple meets under the mistletoe, they have to kiss - but the trick is not to be the one that breaks the kiss. The "struggle" is good-natured and in fun and the one who breaks away must down a cup of punch. The crowd watches and cheers the kissing and the winner, boos the loser, and chants as the loser chugs the punch.