My Partner's Wife
Hi I am Amit 48 years old and single (divorced). I am very rich, and that is useful to indulge my desires. I always look out for females to share my bed. Single or married I keep getting girls who I fancy, into my king size bed. I am 6ft plus, handsome, and have gym toned body. At 8 inches long and 3.5 thick my cock keeps them coming back for more. While I don’t do much work, I help nerds in need of startup capital to chase their dreams. So far I haven’t had many failures and most of my ventures are making money for me besides building me a big social circle. About a month back a close friend introduced me to Rahul, 30, who had an idea for a new business. I don’t want to bore you with details of it, just take it that I found it worthwhile and I promised that I would look into it if he made a proper presentation and feasibility report. His presentation was average and I was still in two minds whether to go in for it or not. After a week I was at the bank when Rahul bumped into me and invited me over for tea as his house was nearby. I was thinking how to break the bad news to him, as we went up in the lift to his flat. The idea was sound but Rahul didn’t have the personality to make it succeed. Businesses succeed more because of the person behind it than the idea. I was thinking of quickly telling him NO and leaving, when the door opened and all thoughts of rejecting his proposal vanished. Standing before me with a questioning look was one sexy woman. Rahul introduced her as Pinky his wife. When he said that I am Amit she recognized me and warmly invited me inside. Pinky was too sexy. She was a typical punjaban, buxom and earthy good looks. While she was not Aishwarya she oozed oomph. She looked and moved like a sex goddess. Fair, medium height, with full figure of 38 30 38. She was dressed in a tight fitting salwar kameez that showed off her big rounded boobs. Her ass had a natural swing as she walked. Overall I liked the whole package. So instead of telling NO as thought, I said YES. Both Pinky and Rahul were very happy. Pinky got some laddoos and I refused, but she wouldn’t listen and forced one into my mouth. While she was putting laddo in my mouth I was seeing her laddoos which were big and full, with deep cleavage. Over the next month I met the couple often on the pretext of discussing the project, in their home. I invited them for my weekly parties to meet other friends. Pinky was impressed with me, which I knew from the way her attitude to me changed. She started being more bold with me. While earlier she just smiled shyly when I flirted or commented on her dress and things, now she started to flirt too. I wanted to take her to bed very badly but the problem was Rahul. He was a home loving guy. Hardly had friends, always absorbed in his work. Because he was always around, I had to be satisfied with a little extra during normal meets, hugs like that. Occasionally if Rahul was not looking I would brush my hands on her boobs or her ass. Then one day I got lucky. I had invited them to a dinner. I went to pick them up and found Pinky dressed to kill. She was in sari and a low cut sleeveless blouse. She was looking really hot. As we were moving down in the lift, Rahul was standing in front facing the doors and Pinky behind him to the side and me to her side. I couldn’t resist and put my hands on her tight ass and squeezed. Pinky smiled and with her eyes gestured to Rahul. I kept feeling her ass till we got into the car. In the restaurant, I chose a corner table with a curved sofa to the wall and chairs in front. Pinky sat on the sofa and I moved in with her on the sofa. Rahul sat opposite us. During drinks I put my left hand down and rubbed her thighs. They were plump and smooth to the touch. Pinky didn’t let on that I was touching her below the table. I then got more active. I slowly pulled up her sari and petticoat, then rubbed her knee. She tried to put her sari down and push my hand away. I was really horny that day and didn’t let her do it. Then I slid my hand further up, my fingers squeezing and rubbing her inner thighs as I pushed my hand up towards her pussy. She put her legs together tightly. I couldn’t push my hand up more without Rahul coming to know, so I bid my time. Then Rahul went to the loo. I roughly prised her reluctant thighs open and plunged my hand right in and touched base. As I touched her panty she opened her thighs slightly. I rubbed her pussy with my fingertips. As I rubbed I felt the dampness in her panty. I looked into her face as my hand worked its magic down below. She was trying hard not to show her inner turmoil. She bit her lip hard, her hand clenched tight as she fought back the urge to moan. Then Rahul returned and I eased up but didn’t remove the hand totally, till dinner was served. My cock was rock hard all the time. What I really wanted was to just push her on the table and fuck her right there, so bad was my need for her. Then dinner was over and we were in the car. As I drove, all I thought of was how to get Pinky alone if only for ten minutes. Then lady luck smiled on me. Just as I parked the car in front of his apartment block, Rahul swore, “Oh shit”. “what is wrong, Rahul.” “Oh I had gotten some papers to show you the cost analysis, but I seem to have left it back at the restaurant.” I almost did a jig there, but controlled myself and offered him my car. He immediately left, I knew it will take him atleast half hour. I hurried Pinky inside the building. Inside the lift, I pressed the button for 4th floor where they lived and Pinky just then dropped her keys, which she was taking out from her purse. She bent down to pick up the keys. Oh boy what a glorious sight it was. As she bent, her sari tightened across the ample girth of her wide hips. The sight of her big fat ass all displayed like that was too much to bear. Something in me exploded like a volcano.