Kavita Learns a Lesson

My name is Kavita and I am a young Asian Indian housewife living in California. I have been told that I have a very sexy body. My husband Sanjay loves to display my legs and my shapely breasts to his friends and in public. I am deeply in love with my husband. Like a good Indian wife, I very rarely dare to disobey him. Sanjay knows my weakness very well and freely takes advantage of the situation.

We have only been married for a couple of years, and I have always been a devoted wife. Sanjay is a good husband, a good provider, and very generous in giving me gifts and letting me buy the clothes and jewelry that I want. In return, I have to sometimes indulge him by doing various things that turn him on. When we are not in the company of conservative friends, he makes me wear revealing clothes where my young body is exhibited as much as possible, even occasionally crossing the line of obscenity.

He also has told me to buy short skirts, see-through blouses, push-up bras, skimpy panties, and other sexy lingerie. I love to wear both western-style clothes and traditional Indian clothes like sarees. When I wear skirts and dresses, Sanjay allows me to wear only a tiny string bikini or thong panties so that if anybody happens to get a peek under my skirt, he will have an eyeful. He also wants me to keep my pussy shaved at all times. I know this sounds restrictive, but as 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.

On our last vacation, we went to Las Vegas and stayed in a posh hotel/casino on the strip. Sanjay's colleague from work, Nick, was also in Las Vegas at the time. They planned the vacation together so that they could gamble at the casinos together. Sanjay and Nick work at the same company, and they also hang out together a lot, playing golf and going out for drinks after work often. Nick was staying in the same hotel, and on the same floor as us.

Nick is an Italian-American guy originally from New York. He is a divorcee and is about ten years older than Sanjay. Nick was a frequent visitor to our house, but I never liked him because he always seemed very cocky and full of himself. He would often give me lecherous looks. Whenever he came to our house, he would always hug me longer than necessary and he would always try to move his hands on my back way down like he is trying to grab my butt. He also swears a lot and uses very crude language. I think he is a bad influence on Sanjay. Sanjay seems to think he is a great guy, however. Every time Nick has dinner with us, Sanjay always makes me wear an Indian blouse-saree set because Nick says that he likes to see me in a saree. I have to wear a very small, tight Indian blouse of thin material so that the curves of my boobs are clearly visible. All my blouses are cut low in the back and front so my back is bare and my cleavage shows in front. Sanjay makes me tie my saree so low that it is always below my belly button. Also, I am only allowed to wear a thin white bra so that my nipples are clearly visible through the material. Every time I serve Nick drinks, I have to bend down in front of him, and my saree would slide down from my shoulder giving him a clear view of my boobs.

I complained to Sanjay many times and asked him not to make me wear sexy clothes in front of Nick but he does not listen to me. As a result, every time Nick is in our house, he always tries to undress me with his eyes. Many times I told Sanjay that Nick looks at me with lusty eyes and that I don't like him. He always replied that I should treat it like he is just paying me a compliment and I should be grateful.

He would ask, "Besides, Nick is a single guy, so what's the harm in letting him enjoy looking at your hot sexy body?" I am a sucker for flattery, so I usually get excited by hearing this from my husband, so I never seriously objected to Nick's lusting for my body. Also, I have to admit that Nick is kind of good-looking, with a good athletic build, so it was sort of flattering to know that he liked my looks.

Anyway, here we were in Vegas and Sanjay called Nick and told him to meet us at the Blackjack tables area after dinner. Sanjay told me that he wanted me to stand out among the crowd in the casino, so he told me to wear a green saree with a matching sleeveless blouse. The blouse was made of very thin material and had three buttons on the front. It was cut so deep and tight that my boobs thrust out very clearly, and nearly half of my boobs were visible. I carefully covered my boobs with my saree. Sanjay told me to tie my saree way low so that most of my torso would be bare. He also told me to wear my 4-inch black stiletto heels. They weren't very comfortable, but he said they made my ass wiggle very provocatively when I walked. It was a very warm day, so I didn't wear any stockings but wore just a pair of thong panties. I knew Nick was going to have fun looking me over, but heck I was with my husband so I did not care.

Nick came down at the same time as we did, and just like I thought, his eyes bulged when he saw my outfit. Lots of other guys at the casino were also giving me looks, but I did not care. Sanjay bought me a margarita and he and Nick started playing. I was watching the game and sipping the drink. I have to admit that I have a weakness for margaritas; I cannot say no to them. Sanjay knows this but he kept buying me more. By 10 O'clock at night, I had finished my third margarita and was feeling very drunk. Also, all those margaritas were making me want to pee. I tried to go to the restroom, but when I tried to get up from my seat, I realized I was far too drunk to walk straight, especially with my heels on. I waited for some more time until I couldn't bear it anymore.

Finally, when Sanjay came over to talk to me, I whispered in his ear, "Honey I need to go pee."

"Then go," Sanjay said.

I said, "I am too drunk, please take me to the restroom." Sanjay was enjoying the game, so he got a little irritated. In my drunken state, I heard Sanjay say in a rather loud voice, "Kavita, I can't leave now, I am in the middle of a game here."

Nick asked Sanjay, "What's the matter, Sanjay?"

Sanjay said loudly, "She needs to go pee but I can't leave the game now." I felt so embarrassed that Nick and others at the table knew about my full bladder.

Nick said "No problem. I will help her out if you don't mind?"

Sanjay said, "Of course not, But she is too drunk. I don't think she can go to the ladies' room by herself."

Nick said, " No problem, she can use my room."

Sanjay said, "Okay, just take care of her while I finish the game."

The next thing I remember, Nick was grabbing my arm and lifting me from my seat. As soon as I stood up, I realized I had no strength to walk straight and felt I might fall down unless I hold on to something. I must have grabbed Nick's shoulder. I thought I saw a big smile on Nick's face. As I told you, I did not like this guy at all, but here I was helpless. So I grabbed his arm and shoulder tightly with my hand so I would not fall. Nick put an arm around my waist and pulled me to him so that my body was touching his body. For safety, 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 to avoid too much body contact.

As he was dragging me to the elevator, 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, so I thought he deserved to have some fun. I remember Nick pressing the elevator button and we had to wait several minutes for the elevator. While we waited, I tried to take off my heels but Nick told me firmly to keep them on. I think he was enjoying my discomfort. I had a feeling that till I go back to my husband I would be at his mercy. And I was correct. I think I was having trouble just standing straight. The next thing I remember was that my head was buried in Nick's chest and my eyes were closed. He hugged and held me tight, with every inch of my body touching his body. He was massaging my back and occasionally my butt. I could feel his erect cock touching my stomach through my saree. My bladder was getting fuller and I started to worry about peeing before we got to Nick's room. I wrapped my hands around his waist for support and my boobs were pressed up against him. I was very much in a drunken haze, so I am not sure when the elevator door opened because my head was buried 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 we were alone in the elevator as the doors were closing.

As I was getting into the elevator, I tripped on my saree and almost fell, but Nick grabbed me roughly by my hands and brought me back up. In my drunken state, my saree's folds were getting undone and I was in no position to put them back on. As soon as the elevator doors closed, Nick made me stand up by the side of the elevator so that his hands were free. Then he pulled on my saree and started taking it off.

I was taken aback by this and I could hear myself mumbling meekly, "Nick, please do not do this. Nick, why are you doing this? Nick, please someone will come, I am feeling so ashamed." Nick said firmly, "Kavita, I do not want you to trip on your saree anymore, so it is better to take it off for your own safety. Besides, you need to pee very soon, so we need to take it off anyway. I don't want you to pee on your saree and ruin it."

I had no resistance left in me. I begged him, "Nick, can you do it in your room? Please, I am feeling very shy. Don't take my saree off here. Someone may come."

Nick ignored my pleas, "Oh! Come on Kavita, it is late at night. No one is going to come, trust me." He raised both my hands above my head and pinned them firmly with one hand. With his other hand, he pulled on my saree till it was just a pile of cloth at my feet. Now, I was standing in the elevator in my thin blouse and matching green petticoat, which is the underskirt worn under the saree. He looked me up and down and grinned while still holding up my hands. I was so ashamed to have this rotten guy take advantage of me, but there was nothing I could do. After all, he was my husband's friend. Then he pulled on the thread holding my petticoat. Pretty soon, my petticoat was also on the floor leaving me with just my thong panties from below my waist. My panties were so tiny that they must have left almost nothing to his imagination. I knew he must have had fun looking at my pubic muff visible through my panties.

To my horror, the elevator door then opened and two men got in. I think I shrieked, which made the situation worse. I flung my nearly nude body at Nick and clung to him and buried my face in his chest asking him to please cover me so that I will not have to face them. He obliged me gladly with his hands now on my totally naked buttocks. They were a couple of guys from the hotel security staff and they asked Nick if everything is all right. Nick told them that everything is okay, except that I had too much to drink and peed in my clothes so he had to take them off. I was so embarrassed. The guys must have assumed that I was Nick's girlfriend.

One of the guys then asked me, "Ma'am, are you alright?" To add to my embarrassment, Nick made me turn around to face the guys and tell them that I was okay. They seemed very amused by my predicament. I promptly turned back and again buried my face in Nick's chest. I was sure that the men were staring at my bare buttocks, but Nick did nothing to cover me up. I had to stay pressed against this guy that I hated for the next few floors, while he was fondling my buttocks and showing me off to the other two men. I could feel his cock on my stomach. All three males in the elevators were smiling and exchanging glances. I was feeling so humiliated that I decided to close my eyes, which relaxed me. I said to myself: "This is a bad dream, these men would disappear. If I don't see them they don't see me." Finally, our floor came and Nick dragged me out of the elevator virtually lifting me because I was clinging to him so closely. We were in the hallway with rooms on both sides. The hall was empty and nobody was in sight. He left me standing against the wall and then took his time folding my saree and petticoat neatly. It seemed to take forever, and I was so worried that some other hotel guests will see me in this state. After he was done, he grabbed my arm and started to unbutton my tiny sleeveless blouse.

Being the faithful wife that I am, I protested, "Nick, please don't do this." He responded by ignoring me and opening all the buttons on my blouse and then taking off my blouse completely. He probably had a clear view of my boobs popping out of my black push-up bra. I did not say a word. Now I felt so exposed with my boobs spilling out of my bra. He folded my blouse and kept it with my saree. I did not have pantyhose or stockings, and I felt so naked wearing just my lacy black bra, matching thong panties, and stiletto heels. He then made me walk slowly past several rooms. I could hear people talking inside the rooms and I was so afraid that somebody would come out and see me.

We finally reached Nick's room. Nick took his time opening the door. Finally, I was inside the room. In my drunken condition, I tried to console myself, "Okay, that is it, he cannot do much now. He has had his fun." I rushed toward his bathroom because I wanted to pee so badly.

Nick stopped me, "Not so fast, Kavita."

I begged, "Nick, please I have to go pee, can I go to the bathroom?"

Nick grinned wickedly, "Yes Kavita, you can. But first, take off your panties. I don't want you to ruin your panties."

I pleaded, "Can I do it in the bathroom?"

Nick would have none of it, "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 bent over and pulled my panties down, In the process, I almost fell down but thanks to Nick who held me tightly I was able to take off my panties without collapsing. I then handed him my panties reluctantly.

He then said, "Why don't you take off your bra as well? I am going to put you to bed here anyway. You are in no position to go back to your husband now." I hesitated, but he made me unhook the snaps of my bra and give it to him. I was now fully naked, except for my heels and jewelry, and I discovered to my shock that he had left his room door wide open, so anyone who passed by had a great view of me in my birthday suit. I felt so exposed, especially since my pussy was shaved cleanly. I again tried to go to the bathroom, but he made me wait for several more minutes while he arranged my undergarments and put them with my other clothes, and placed them in his closet.

Finally, when I thought I couldn't hold it anymore, Nick took me to the toilet and made me sit on the seat. I said, "You can leave now."

Nick wasn't going to leave. "I think I will stay, I'm not taking any chances in your state," Nick said. "I told Sanjay I will take care of you," he added.

At that time I did not care, I had to go then, so I peed right in front of Nick. As I was peeing, Nick spread my knees apart to examine my hairless pussy closely and smiled. I had never been so embarrassed in my life. When I was done, he took some toilet paper and wiped my pussy clean.

He then took me to the bedroom and said, "I don't think I will take you back to your husband now, Kavita. You can sleep in my bed." He added, "I don't have any pajamas, so just sleep naked."

He then asked me, "Are you sure you stopped peeing? Your pussy still seems wet."

I was so ashamed. I said, "No, I am okay."

He said, "Kavita, lie down on the bed and spread your legs. I want to make sure that you are dry. I don't want you to wet my bed."

I didn't know what to say. I was just feeling dizzy. He eased me onto the bed. I closed my eyes and spread my legs so he could examine my pussy. I never thought that I would be naked in front of Nick and allow him to look at my bare pussy. By this time I realized that I was totally at his mercy and I better obey what he says. I do not remember what Nick was doing in my pussy. I think he was massaging my clit and putting his fingers in my hole. I think all that alcohol had made me a little horny. I must have been moaning a little in my drunken state because Nick knew I was now his sex toy. I only remember that I was feeling great, and I was feeling my pussy getting wet, but then I don't remember what happened. I think I passed out or drifted off to sleep.

When I woke up, I had no idea where I was. I was so glad to see Sanjay at my side. Since Nick's hotel room was identical to ours, I thought that I was in our room. I threw myself against him and said, "Oh Sanjay, thank God you are back. I am so ashamed. That bastard Nick took off my clothes and humiliated me." Little did I know that Nick was sitting on the couch hearing all this. I was dismayed to see Sanjay suddenly become angry with me.

Sanjay said in a raised voice, "Kavita, I don't know what you are talking about. Nick here has been so nice to you. It's not his fault that you got drunk and peed all over yourself. He left the game to take care of you. He has even put you to bed so that you will be safe. I think you owe him an apology." When I realized I had made a big mistake and angered both of them, I started crying.

Sanjay would have none of that. He said, "Kavita, stop your silliness right now, and go apologize to Nick." I didn't know what to say, so I wiped my tears and got up. I realized then that I was buck-naked.

I pleaded with Sanjay, "Please, can I get some clothes or a blanket to cover up?"

Sanjay was still furious, "No, Nick has already seen you naked, so what are you so embarrassed about?" I had no choice but to go over to Nick, who was grinning widely.

I was so mad at him that I wanted to hit him, but instead, I hugged him and said in a meek voice, "Nick, I am so sorry, can you forgive me?"

He was really enjoying this. "Okay Kavita, I will forgive you, but how are you going to make it up to me for what you just said?" I was confused and looked at Sanjay because I had no idea what he meant.

Sanjay then said, "Nick's right Kavita, I think he deserves something in return for what he did for you. I'll tell you what; I want to go back to the tables to play a couple more rounds. Why don't you stay here with Nick and do what he says? I'll be back in an hour."

I couldn't believe what he was saying. The last thing I wanted was to be left alone with Nick again. But I didn't want to upset Sanjay, so I agreed. Sanjay smiled, kissed me, and left. He winked at me as he was leaving and said, "Now be a good girl and make sure that you are nice to Nick, Okay?" I was so afraid to see him leave because I had no idea what Nick was going to do to me.

As soon as Sanjay left, Nick closed the door, grabbed me by the arm, and said, "You have such a smart mouth, don't you? Well, let's see what else you've got." He had such a wicked grin on his face that I knew I was in trouble. He eyed me, standing barefoot with not a stitch to cover me, from my head to my toes. I am sure he liked what he saw.

He said, "Kavita, I want you to spread your legs wide apart." I nervously did as I was told. He continued, "Very good, now bend over and touch the floor, and hold the position until I tell you, okay?"

"Oh my god," I thought to myself, "This is going to be worse than I thought." But I had no choice, so I obeyed him. He walked around me, examining me from every angle. I knew that he had a really obscene view of my pussy and butt from behind, and I was so ashamed of myself. He ran his disgusting hands all over my butt and between my legs, feeling up every nook and corner. Although I was dying of shame, I had to admit that his fingers felt pretty good when he rubbed my pussy and clit. I squirmed and struggled hard to stay in position while he poked his disgusting fingers everywhere from behind me. He then stood up and rubbed his crotch on my butt, and then leaned over and grabbed my boobs, and played with them. He cupped them in each hand roughly and tweaked my nipples hard with his fingers. I always liked having my nipples played with, so I had to suppress a moan to make sure that he didn't think I was enjoying it.