The events of that evening had profoundly altered our lives. Our brilliant careers, our prestige, and the high life we had worked so hard to obtain all came to an end on that one hot, muggy night in Delhi, shattering our marriage vows into a million pieces.
I'm Suraj, and just over a year ago, my wife Vya and I were blissfully married. We had a lavish and grand Indian wedding and were incredibly in love. Vya closely resembled Raashi Khanna, the Indian actress, only more curvaceous and had darker complexion.
We were at the prime of our lives. Both 28, married without kids, both university graduates. I am a real estate executive and Vya was a senior IT professional. I believed most of our friends and relatives envied us and our successful careers, and why wouldn't they? We both planned to retire early and retire rich, unlike any of them.
Despite having a ton of admirers, Vya has been loyal to me since we first met in high school. She likes to dress in provocative outfits and turns heads wherever she went. I prodded her by telling her to wear skirts that were shorter and tighter to highlight her large Tamil bubble butt and flawlessly sculpted melon-like breasts.
We had sex every other day because our sex drives were so strong. Our intense affection for one another just serves to intensify our sexual encounters, and I believed I was I was the luckiest man alive.
Vya was also always horny. We occasionally enjoyed boarding Delhi's crowded buses, with Vya dressing sexily, despite the fact that we each owned a car. It was sexy but not in the whore-like way; but rather more in the way of an mature office lady.
The lecherous men in the buses sometimes "accidentally" rubbed their hands on her treasured butt despite the fact that I constantly accompanied her to ensure her safety. Some stared at us with sexual hunger in their eyes, and we knew that some even stalked us.
There was even once where after coming home from one of our bus rides, we found semen stains on her tight skirt. We would never knew who the pervert was but all those incidents didn't matter since we always had fantastic sex after that.
One day, I made the decision to try something new. "Let's go to the movies," I suggested, hoping she would agree. "You know, the sleazy ones at back alleys, always showing those R-rated movies.
Vya's long, curly tamil eyelashes fluttered as she blinked in amazement. Her mouth was ajar as she gasped loudly, before placing her delicate manicured fingers over it. I always enjoyed it when she did that.
"Suraj dear, are you being serious? Since there are usually exclusively men in these theaters, I will probably be the only woman there. There will be only one of you and dozens of them if anything occurs."
Her words nearly caused my dick to burst. The thought of all those horny, sex-hungry males gawking at my lovely wife, who will be the only woman there, made me squirm.
"Vya, I'll stay by your side always. Keep your hands on my arms only, when we're there," I reassured her. "Anyway," I jokingly said, flexing my thin, bony arms, "Who will dare to challenge the mighty Suraj?"
Since we both knew that I'm not really a tough guy at all, we both laughed. "If that's what you want, honey, then let's do it," she murmured as she gave me a full-mouth kiss. I kissed her thick moist lips back eagerly, and the smell of her breath always turned me on.
She then touched my eager and firm, but relatively small dick, and smirked seductively. "You will then owe me a good sex afterwards, my 'mighty' Mr Suraj," she giggled.
Since neither of us would be working, we decided to go to the cinema the very next day. My dick continued leaking pre cum the whole day, and we both decided not to have sex the night before in anticipation of the wild sex session we intended to have at home after the movie.
Vya did not let me down. She chose a gorgeous, sensual black office skirt that ended just below her hips. If she sat, her crotch area would undoubtedly be seen. Just by standing, her ass cheeks were already exposed, and if she took a big step, so would her black matching thongs.
For the top, she wore a white sleeveless blouse with a plunging neckline which emphasized her rounded, huge, dark breasts even more. I concurred when she stated she would cover it with a trim tight grey business suit, and to complete the prime business look, she chose to wear her pair of thick glasses with a long gold chain attached to each side of the frame.
She stepped into her black pair of high stilettos, and in a high pitch tone, said "Mr. Suraj, how do I look now?" With her fists on her hips and her long eyelashes fluttering once more behind her large-framed glasses, she posed seductively in front of me.
Her hips were at my head height because I was seated on the bed. She had a really pungent pussy juice smell coming from her crotch, which was barely hidden by that short skirt. She was drenched! "Are you happy, sweetheart?"
Had it not been the intention of going to the movies, I would have fucked her right there on our bed.
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We decided to go to a dilapidated, back alley movie theater that I heard only showed R-rated films. Although it was extremely run-down, many single horny males frequently visited it to satiate their sex desires.
