Friend(s) Having Sex With Drunked Wife

I have been told that I have a very sexy body. My husband Mitesh

loves to display my legs and my 34C cup breasts to his friends and in public. You see, I am

deeply in love with my husband and been a good Indian wife very rarely I have courage to

disobey him. Mitesh knows my weakness very well and he freely takes advantage of this

situation. We have been married over ten years, he is a good husband, a good provider

and very generous in giving me gifts and buying me dresses of my choice.

When we are not in company of conservative friends, he makes me

wear dresses of his choice (mostly sexy), revealing dresses where my smooth body is

exhibited to the full extent of law but occasionally crossing the line of obscenity. He

also has ordered me to buy high skirts, tight semi-transparent blouses, and wired bras. Oh..

I love to wear western style skirt and blouse or Indian style blouse-sari set. However, I am

only allowed to buy tiny, transparent panties so that my pubic hairs will shows if he has

to lift my skirt in front of his friends. But hey, like I said, I am in love with him and being

his wife, I trust his judgment on what I should wear and how I behave in public.

Anyway, on last vacation we went to Las Vegas and stayed in Hilton towers. Mitesh's office colleague Peter who works with him with the same company was taking the vacation as well with him and was staying in the same Hotel on the same floor. You see they decided to go to Vegas together. Peter is Italian by race, divorcee, more aged than my husband. I never liked Peter because he always lusts for me. Whenever he came to our house, he would always kiss me longer than normal and he always tries to move his hands on my back way down like he is trying to grab my butt. Every time Peter plans on having dinner with us, Mitesh always

makes me wear a very small tight Indian blouse of thin material so that curves of my

breasts are clearly visible. All my blouses have low cut back and front so my back is naked and my cleavage shows in front. he makes me tie my sari so low that it is always below my

navel button. Also, I am only allowed to wear a soft bra so that my nipples are clearly

visible through the material. Every time I am told to serve Peter drinks, i.e. when I bend down in front of Peter, my pallu slides down giving Peter a clear view of either my breasts. I

complaints to Mitesh many times and asked him not to make me wear sexy clothes in front of Peter but he does not listen to me in these matters. As a result, every time Peter is in our house, he always try to denude me with his eyes. Many times I complaint to Mitesh that peter looks at me with lusty eyes and I don't like him. He always replied that hey he is just paying me a compliment on my beauty and I should be grateful. He would say, "and besides peter is single guy, let him enjoy a looking at your hot sexy body". You see I like flattery so I generally get wet hearing this from my husband, and I never seriously objected to Peter's lusting for my body. Anyway, here we were in Vegas and Mitesh called Peter and told

him to meet us at the black jack tables area. I put on an Indian sari-blouse green dress,

which accentuated my 34 C breasts by thrusting them out. My small blouse made of very

thin material had four buttons in the front. My blouse was cut so deep that half of my

breasts were visible. I carefully covered my breasts with my sari . Mitesh also told me to

tie my sari way low so that most of my white torso would be naked. I knew Peter was gonna

have fun looking me over, but heck I was with my husband so I did not care. Anyway, Peter came down same time as we did. Mitesh and Peter started playing and I was watching the game and drinking margaritas. You see I have a weakness for margaritas, I can not say no to margaritas. and by 11 O'clock in the night, I was feeling that I was fully drunk. Also, all those margaritas were making me go pee. I whispered in Mitesh's ear, "Honey I need to go pee" "Then go" Mitesh said. "I am too drunk, please take me to the bathroom" Mitesh was enjoying the game, he got a little irritated. In my drunken state, I heard Mitesh say in a rather loud voice: "Aarti, I can not leave now, I am in the middle of a game here" Peter asked Mitesh, "what is the matter Mitesh?

"she needs to go pee but I can not leave the game" (I felt so embarrassed)

Peter said "no problem. I will help her out, that is if you don't mind?" "Heck, why would I mind, But she is too drunk. I don't think she can go to ladies room by herself."

Peter said " No problem, she can use my room." Mitesh said " OK. just take care of her, while I finish the game" Next thing I remember, Peter was grabbing my arms and lifting me

from my stool. As soon as I stood up, I realized, I had no strength to walk straight and

felt I may fell down unless I hold on to something. I must have grabbed Peters shoulder. I thought

I saw a wide smile

on Peter's face.

Like I told you, I do not like this guy Peter, but here, I was needy.

So I grabbed his arm and

shoulder tightly with my both hands so I would not fall. Peter put

one of his arm on my

waist and virtually pulled me to him so that my body was touching his

body. For safety

reasons, I had to cling to him. You know I am a good Indian wife and

I would never cheat

on my husband so I was very careful that my body do not come in

contact with his crotch

area so he does not get any funny ideas.

While he was dragging me to the elevators, I distinctly remember his

hand grabbing my

butt. At that time, I did not see any harm in that. After all the guy

left his game for me. I

remember vision of Peter pressing the elevator button which were in a

remote location. we

had to wait for the elevators.

Next thing I remember was that my head was buried in Peter's chest

and my eyes wereclosed. I was in front of him, with every inch on my body touching

his body. He was holdingme with both hands massaging my back and occasionally my butts. I

was feeling his erectcock touching my stomach through my sari . My both hands were over

his shoulders,behind his head. I felt my pussy was getting wet.

I am not sure when the elevator door opened or who came out

because my head wasburied in his chest and he was holding and massaging my buttocks. I

can not tell you if anyone saw us in that state or if anyone came out of the elevators but I

remember that wewere alone in the elevator when the doors were closing.

I had a feeling that till I go back to my husband, I would be at

the mercy of this guy who Ijust do not like. And I was correct. The minute, elevator moved,

Peter made me stand upby the side of the elevator so that his hands were free. He

immediately started grabbing

my breasts and pinching my nipples through my thin blouse. Well, I

did not protest. After allthe guy left his game for me.

Then he got encouraged and decided to unbutton two top buttons of

my blouse so thathe can look at my milky white globes. Once he half opened my blouse,

he has clear viewof my half domes popping out of black lace bra. I could feel his cock

on my stomach.Being a faithful Indian wife, I protested: "Peter please, don't do

this"He responded by opening rest of the buttons of my blouse. Now my

bra covered melons were fully exposed except that his hands were covering them.

Although my pussy was wet and I was strangely excited, I became a little concerned. Inside the

elevator it was probably

OK but what if someone comes in the elevator?And exactly same thing happened. Suddenly elevator stopped, door

opened, and I saw

two men standing outside. I immediately clung to Peter so that my

nudity would be covered by Peter's chest and hoping that no one would notice that he had my

blouse fully open in

the front. I had to stay clung to this guy that I hate for nex t few

floors, all the time he was

holding me by my buttocks and showing me of to other two men. All

three males in the

elevators were smiling and exchanging glances.

I was feeling so humiliated that I decided to closed my eyes,

which relaxed me. Finally,

our floor came and Peter dragged me out of the elevator virtually

lifting me because I was

clinging with him so close.

We were in the hotel gallery with rooms on both sides. In the

gallery, he made me stand

by the wall and took off my blouse completely. I did not say a word.

But when he pulled on

my sari I could not keep quite.

I could hear myself mumbling meekly,

"Peter please do not do this... "Peter why are you doing this...

"Peter please someone will

come... "I am feeling so ashamed."

"Aarti, I do not want to get your sari ruined when you go pee. We

need to take your

sari off." I had no resistance left in me.. I begged him.. "Peter can

you do it in your room"

"please, I am feeling very shy. Don't take my sari off here...

someone may come"

"Oh! come on Aarti, it is 1 O'clock in the night. No one will come.

Besides, we are right

outside my room." He raised both my hands above my head and held

them their with his

one hand. With his other hand, he pulled on my green sari till it was

just a file of cloth at my

feet. Now, I was standing in the hallway in my black bra and green

petticoat. He touched

me between my legs. It felt so good. I closed my eyes while standing

against the wall.

Then he pulled on the thread holding my Petticoat . Pretty soon, my

petticoat was also on

the floor leaving me naked in the hotel hallway with my black bra and

semi transparent

panties.

I know he must be having a time of his life looking at my pubic muff

visible though my

panties. I did not have pantyhose or stockings.

In my drunken condition, I tried to console myself.. "OK, that is it"

... "he can not do much

now". "He had his fun".

I begged "Peter.. Please I have to go pee".. "can we go to your room

now?"

"OK. Aarti. But first take off your panties. I don't want you to ruin

your panties." Peter

grinned.

"Can I do it in the bath room?"

"Oh come on, you are a big girl, don't be shy, give me your panties."

I felt I had no choice but to obey him. which I did. I bend over and

pulled my panties down,

In the process, I was gonna fall down but thanks to Peter who held me

by grabbing both

my breasts in his hands. I was able to take off my panties without

collapsing.

Suddenly, I saw those two men again standing in the gallery about 5

rooms away, they

were witnessing the whole thing and smiling.

I think I shrieked, which made the situation worst. I flung my nude

body at Peter and clung

to him asking him to please cover me with his body. He obliged me

gladly with his hands

now on my totally naked buttocks.

I closed my eyes. I said to my self: "it is a bad dream, these men

would disappear". "If I

don't see them they don't see me".

Peter took his time opening the door. Finally I was in Peter's room

in his arms, naked

except for my bra.

Suddenly I remembered, in the rush I left my sari-blouse-petticoat"

outside in the gallery.

Peter said don't worry about your clothes, those men just want to

smell your panties so

they can have a feel of your pussy smell. Let them have their fun.

I felt very humiliated but I had to go pee.

Peter took me to the toilet, made me sit on the seat. I said "you can

leave now."

"I think I will stay, no taking chances in your state." Peter said.

"I told Mitesh I will take care

of you"

At that time I did not care, I had to go now, I spurted a thick

yellow color stream of piss

from my pussy lips right in front of Peter. After that was done I

shot many intermittent small

streams of pee. Peter was examining my pussy and smiling.

Then he took some toilet paper and went down and cleaned my pussy.

I never thought that

I would be naked in front of Peter and allow him to touch my pussy.

I could not get up, I said "Peter can you help me get up from the

seat"

"With a wide grin he said "of course".

His one hand grabbed my pussy and other on my arm. He easily lifted

me by my pussy.

While in the room, he said are you sure you are not leaking piss?

I said "No"... "I am OK."

He said "Aarti, lay down on the bed and spread your legs. I need to

ensure that you are not

leaking piss from your pussy"

I didn't know what to say. I was just feeling dizzy. He sorts of

pushed me onto the bed. I

closed my eyes and spread my legs so he can examine my pussy. By

this time I realized

that I was totally on mercy of this person and I better obey what he

says.

I do not remember what Peter was doing in my pussy, I think he was

massaging my lit and

putting his fingers in my hole. I only remember that I was feeling

great, and I was feeling

my pussy getting wet and suddenly, I realized I wanted him to

message my pussy.

I must have been moaning loudly in my drunken state because Peter

knew I was now his

sex toy. Next I remember, he was removing my bra muttering

something like "you don't

need it now."

When he went down between my legs to lick my pussy with his tongue,

I heard him say...

"I better make sure your pussy is very clean". I spread my legs to

full extent to give him as

much room as possible. I must have cum in my excitement.

I remember his thick hot prick pumping inside my wet pussy. He was

on top of me clawing

squeezing my breasts and playing with my nipples. I remember lifting

my legs and putting

on his butts so that all his penis would be inside me. I must have

been moaning and

making loud sexual sounds because next I remember was a knock on

the door. Peter got

off me and went to answer while I was laying totally naked in his

bed. What if my husband

is at the door? How would he feel seeing his young sexy wife laying

in his colleague 's bed

totally naked?

Peter was talking to someone at the door... I could hear .. green

dress... sounds ... what's

happening...?

When I opened my eyes, I saw again those two awful men staring at

my naked body. I felt

like dying... there I was a conservative loving wife here lying fully

naked, legs spread with

fully open pink pussy in front of these three men.

Somehow, I tried but I could not move my hands or my legs to close

my nudity. I guess in

that horny state, I was ready to take every strong men in the hotel.

I distinctly remember, all three of them taking turn with me. I

remember getting fucked by

all three, separately and in groups. Peter was saying "Aarti.. keep

your mouth open, don't

close it". I wasn't gonna disobey Peter now can I?

They took turns fucking me in every hole from every direction. They

enjoyed my body for

hours. I felt cum dripping from my mouth, from my pussy and all over

my body. I must

have cum many times. All I remember is that I was getting very wet

and was enjoying the

fuck. They all came many times on my body. By the time the men

were gone, I had cum

over my breasts, inside, outside my pussy, my mouth was full of cum,

my hair full of cum.

I must have passed out.

I remember clock struck five when I heard Peter say... "I don't think

I will take you back to

your husband now Aarti. You can sleep in my bed." "I do not have any

night gown, so just

sleep naked".

It was about 10 O'clock when I heard noises in the room. It was

Mitesh with Peter. Mitesh

was a little irritated... "You slut.. I just sent you for pee and

here you are fucking Peter all

night long"

I was too embarrassed to say anything intelligent. "Mitesh, honey,

its not what you think,

Peter made me do it"

"Oh yah... he told me all about how you started to undress in the

hallway and how you

seduced him and begged him to fuck you." "But Aarti, you don't have

to apologize,

because I don't mind. Peter is a good friend. I am not angry with

you."

"so you don't mind about the other men" I said meekly.

"What other men"

OOps suddenly I realized Peter had not told Mitesh about the two

other men he let fuck me.

"Oh nothing at all"

"what do you mean nothing at all"

"Oh you know the dealer at the black jack table. He was staring at my

breasts."

"What wrong with that. That's why I make you dress seductively."

"Oh! OK honey, let's go to our room." I tried to get up but suddenly

realized I was totally

naked. I had no idea where my clothes were and in any case, I wasn't

gonna ruin my

blouse and sari with cum all over my body.

Peter's threw a shirt at me and I put it on.

He said don't worry returning the shirt. I will get it later. I knew

what he meant. I was not

sure if I was happy to hear that or not. I just nodded my head in

acceptance. I did not want

to disobey Peter.