Debauchery of Indian Wife Menaka Ch. 05

While coming back from Goa, all I could think of was how much Pooja and Sahana enjoyed fucking the other men, while I got fucked once again by own husband. And I was wondering why didn't Sanjay push me into the arms of Rohit and Manoj when he saw the opportunity?

[Does Sanjay talk about me fucking other men only for us to get excited in bed, but he doesn't really want to see me in action? I am not sure anymore!]

One good thing about the Goa trip was that it changed my attitude towards my dressing forever. I saw how Pooja and Sahana could get the attention from men because of their sexy attire, and I really longed for the same kind of attention from other men. Revealing dresses also put other women to jealousy; and it is indeed a great feeling. After I came back from Goa, I started to wear sexy clothes to the office once again, but now on a daily basis, and everyone in the office started to notice the difference. I was getting the kicks out of showing off my body, and I felt lot more confident wearing tight and sexy clothes. This naturally improved our sex life. Sanjay would talk more and more about various fantasies - all of them involved me fucking someone at my office, or a distant friend, and sometimes even a cousin of his.

During our love-making sessions, Sanjay kept asking me who I wanted to fuck. I was not sure how he would take the response if I told him who I really wanted to fuck, so I always asked him to suggest. He narrowed down on an old friend of mine, Lokesh. Some time ago, I told Sanjay that Lokesh used have a crush on me when we were in college. From then on, whenever Lokesh visited us, Sanjay showed more interest in how I dressed up. During many nights in the recent past, my husband kept egging me to seduce Lokesh and fuck him. The problem with this suggestion was that I didn't fancy Lokesh. I was not attracted to him in college then, and I was not attracted to him now. But I couldn't tell Sanjay who I wanted, so I played along with Sanjay's fantasies which included me fucking Lokesh.

The same week that we came back from Goa, a happy news came along. I was going to meet my best friends from college very soon. I was so looking forward to attending the wedding of the brother of Bharka, one of my best friends from college. It has been ages since I met Bharka. My other best friend Tanvi is also attending. It is going to be a nice get together of my old friends from college. Both Bharka and Tanvi are married now - and none of us have met each other's husbands so far.

I was quite surprised to see Sanjay showing extreme enthusiasm regarding this upcoming wedding - so unusual of him, because he never gave importance to my college friends prior to this. He suggested to me that I should wear a very revealing and skimpy choli {top blouse} with extremely low lehenga {skirt}. But I was not sure. 'I don't want to be the only one dressed like a randi at the wedding', I told him. Sanjay suggested a way out to make me more comfortable. {Randi = prostitute}

As per the plan, I suggested to Bharka and Tanvi over whatsapp that they should all wear really sexy ghaghras {grand sexy dress} for the wedding. Bharka, being the naughty and daring one, immediately agreed while Tanvi took some time to agree - she had to talk to her husband first. Now it was up to Sanjay to design and dress his beautiful and sexy wife for the wedding. Sanjay convinced me to completely follow his rules and guidelines. I had to promise to him that I would not make any excuse or protest from wearing anything he asked her.

And since none of the family or relatives would be there at the wedding even I felt that I could go out really bold. I was getting excited with the thought of decking up sexily for the wedding. When we were in the college there was some kind of competition between the three of us, but Bharka was the boldest of us all, wearing sexy t-shirts and skirts. Even Tanvi wore bolder dresses than me. This time around I wanted to outdo both of them. Therefore, I gladly went along with whatever Sanjay suggested.

My husband even accompanied me to the tailor and took up complete control of the design of my ghaghra. He made the choices in everything including the jewelry and shoes.

[I really like my man to be in control, and for a change Sanjay was turning out to be the one. I loved him for that.]

Two days before the wedding, I went to a henna specialist {temporary tattoo} to get mehndi {Indian temporary tattoo} applied on me. Sanjay once again ensured that it was done according to his taste - the designs were applied not only over my hands, arms, and feet, which is the usual stuff, it also covered my entire leg, and then over whole of my back, and most importantly Sanjay insisted and got his way - I had mehndi applied even around my deep navel.

Sanjay didn't stop there. He insisted that even the upper parts of my buttocks should be covered with mehndi. Such a pervert he is! I felt like a slut standing almost naked in front of the lady mehndi specialist who kept touching my body at various places.

On the wedding day, I went to the beauty parlor in the morning to get my legs and hands waxed completely. Later, Sanjay bathed me in the bath tub, which he specially prepared with aromatic soaps. During the bath, Sanjay applied shaving cream over my pussy and slowly shaved off all my pubic hair and also removed the hair near the asshole. He repeated this nearly three times to make sure there was not even a bristle near my crotch area. I was now ultra-smooth as if I was a new born baby. Sanjay kept giving me generous rounds of champagne to make me feel comfortable during the process.

After drying off from the bath, I put on the special six inch high-heels that he bought for this wedding.

Sanjay took out a bottle of nice smelling moisturizer. While still completely naked, he applied luxurious amount of moisturizer all over my body to make my skin smooth and silky. He poured the lotion luxuriantly on my breasts and on my ass and applied it to make them glowing and smooth. His touch on my nipples combined with alcohol from champagne had its desired effect. I was feeling horny. My nipples stood up and became swollen. Sanjay spent considerable amount of time on my sexy abdomen which showed off a slight curvy tummy with enough flesh to 'make a man go wild with the thoughts of holding onto it during sexual intercourse' - that is how Sanjay described it. My entire body was now glistening under several layers of moisturizer.

I was standing like an apsara {nymph}, with really curvy body, thin waist, pendulous boobs and tight ass. The gap between my slim thighs was wide enough to clearly display my puffed up pussy lips.

Sanjay really admired and was in love with my pussy lips. He says, they are like hamburger patties which he wants to chew on for hours. Also, I realized that my lips have become bigger over the last four years because of my husband's incessant chewing, slurping and sucking.

When I looked into the mirror, I saw an extremely sexy, and wanton. I started walking on the six-inch heels, all nude, with my buttocks swaying from side to side and boobs bouncing lightly. My nipples were turgid and taut with the anticipation and excitement. And for a minute I felt that I could even walk out onto the street like that. What a nice feeling! It gave me goosebumps.

Sitting nude near the dressing table, I started applying the makeup. Sanjay chose the deep red color for lipstick and insisted on heavy eye shadow.

Once I did my hair rolling into a bun so that my neck and shoulders are bare, Sanjay asked me to stand up. He offered me a dildo strap-on. I was seeing it for the first time.

Me: Honey, I am not sure I can wear this to a wedding reception.

But Sanjay forced me to wear it coaxing me and cajoling me. Sanjay applied oil to the dildo; and then I wore the strap on and pushed the dildo deep into my pussy.

I felt full and extremely excited. When I started to walk, the dildo in my cunt was sending signals across my whole body causing my hair to stand up in ecstasy.

Next, I wore the lehenga and choli, without any bra- this was once again a rule imposed by Sanjay. He loved to see me parade my body without any underwear.

[What kind of husband forces his wife to go out in public without any underwear?]

As soon as I was ready to go, Sanjay got a call from his office. Sanjay had to leave immediately to the office because of an emergency because of a production issue. I got quite disappointed that I wouldn't be able to go to the wedding now. Sanjay consoled me saying that he will call Lokesh, my old school friend, who will accompany me to the wedding.

[What a scheming husband! He forced me to go to the wedding in that come-fuck-me dress with the guy he wanted me to fuck!]

Sanjay left all of a sudden to his office leaving me at the mercy of my college mate, Lokesh, who had a huge crush on me during the college days. In the recent past, Sanjay has been egging me on to fuck Lokesh during our love-making sessions, and today, he made me go with him to attend a wedding!

[What was my husband thinking? That I would fuck Lokesh at the wedding?]

Lokesh arrived very soon. He was quite excited to see me sexily dressed up and immediately sported a hard on. How obvious can he be! During the drive in his car, he gave many compliments - he called me 'sexy, voluptuous, and gorgeous' at various instances. Being high on champagne it gave me unprecedented confidence and I took those ribald compliments quite sportively. Though I was wearing one of the boldest dresses possible, I did not show any signs of squeamishness, shyness or embarrassment. When we arrived at the destination, Lokesh saw me strutting towards the marriage hall ahead of him with confidence.

[Is it the effect of champagne, or my changed attitude towards exhibitionism, or have I become a slut? Probably, a combination of all the three!]

Walking on six-inch stilettos made me arch my body like a model, my bosom jutting outwards and upwards, while my ass was protruding backwards. My perverted husband tied the lehenga so low on the waist, that about six inches of smooth and exposed flesh below my navel was visible to everyone. Sanjay took pains to keep it very low, so that everyone's attention went straight to my deep and wide navel, giving the viewer a possible hope that my pussy lips may be seen anytime. The lehenga exposed my glowing hip bones on both sides, showing all the minute curves and depths of my lower abdomen. The slight paunch was looking sexy, showing off its crease way below my navel.

When looked from the back, one could easily see my smooth mounds of my ass cheeks with a small hint of the dark crease in the middle. The mehndi above my buttocks must have made men go mad.

I became quite a sensation at the conservative Kannadiga wedding. Wearing six-inch high heels and extremely bold lehenga, I was looking like an actress that has come to a wedding. There were some young men in kept coming to near where I was on some pretext and kept ogling at my body. Even the elder men couldn't resist showing off their lecherous behavior. They kept keep staring at me. Rarely in our lifetime we get a chance to be a starlet, and experience what it means to be cynosure of all eyes. This was my time. I got a glimpse into the world of actresses and celebrities, how they are fawned upon, ogled at, stared at, looked at, to be consumed by the viewers, who seem to be interested, lecherous, and lustful.

My choli was so small that it barely covered my big breasts. In fact, it revealed more than it concealed. The boobs were spilling over at the top and were showing from both sides. I didn't look like I was attending a conservative wedding, but I was behaving like I had come to a MTV award function and that I was on the red carpet. It's not just men who were all attentive; most at the wedding women were talking about me in hushed tones.

The dildo between my legs made me walk slowly, which gave the men appearance of a seductress walking on the ramp. The dildo rubbing against my pussy walls was creating wild sensations, and I felt like a bitch in heat, looking for a suitable male in earnest, to get fucked wildly without inhibitions. Also, when I stood, I separated my legs more than necessary, once again giving the men the impression that I was inviting every man who was looking at me.

Lokesh noticed that almost all the men were drooling over my sexiness, while most women were so jealous of me that the wives became protective of their husbands and tried to take their attention and gaze away from me, probably talking negatively about me describing me as a whore, slut and prostitute.

[And I loved it!]

Not to be left out of the action, Lokesh held me close to him, putting his hand around my naked waist. Men at the wedding saw how Lokesh was sometimes rubbing his hand over my bare waist, sometimes moving it down on my bare hip. He also kept holding my hand guiding me and taking me with him.

I had not known at that time that Chetan, Bharka's husband, was of philandering nature. I got to know later from a common friend that he would flirt with various married and unmarried women at work behind Bharkha's back, and that he even fucked three coworkers and two female assistants at his office. I was told that he was always on the prowl looking for easy bait. So, when Lokesh and I were walking towards my friends, he couldn't believe his luck. Looking at me he commented, 'Wow! Someone invited a randi {call girl} to the wedding, look at her.' Bharka and Tanvi turned around to see me. Bharka jabbed her husband and told him that it was her friend Menaka. Bharkha, Tanvi and I met after many years, and we had lot of catch up on. While talking to them I noticed that both of them dressed up sexily, but I was in a different league altogether.

When I was introduced to my best friends' husbands, they just couldn't control their composure. They opened their mouth and stared at me. Chetan blurted out, 'It is so nice to meet you. Wow! You are SOOO sexy!' Instead of getting offended, I was actually quite excited. I responded, 'So sweet of you! Thank you, Chetan!' Looking at Bharka, I said, 'Hey! Your husband is so nice'. Thus everyone felt relaxed.

When Lokesh was introduced, Dheeraj naturally assumed he was my husband given how closely he was holding me by the waist. Dheeraj looked at Lokesh and said, 'Wow! Sanjay, you are one lucky husband'. Realizing Dheeraj's wrong assumption about us, Lokesh corrected him, 'Dheeraj! I am not Menaka's husband, I am Lokesh. I am just a friend'. Both Chetan and Dheeraj got surprised that Lokesh was not my husband. Before they could come out of the shock, Chetan said, 'Then Lokesh, you are one lucky friend'. Everyone laughed at the joke.

When I turned away with Lokesh caressing my waist, both Chetan and Dheeraj were leering at my completely backless choli showing off my glistening skin. We moved aside, and therefore were around a corner. But we didn't go far, and therefore could overhear their discussion.

Chetan: Bharkha! You told us your friend was going to bring her husband. Looks like she brought with her some fuck buddy.

Naturally, Bharka being my best friend, got angry.

Bharkha: Chetan! That guy Lokesh is an old friend from college. He used to have hots for her then. So, he is just falling all over her. But Menaka has absolutely no interest in him. You both should stop commenting about her like that.

But, Chetan would not give up.

Chetan: Did you look at the way that 'friend' is holding your best friend's waist. No friend would do that unless that 'friend' is fucking her.

Dheeraj: Yes, the way that Lokesh is behaving, I am quite sure he is fucking her. Why else would she allow him to touch her like that?

Tanvi: Dheeraj, are you jealous of Lokesh? Do you want to hold her like that? Do you also want to be a fuck buddy to Menaka?

Bharkha: Tanvi! Don't talk like that. She is our friend, remember.

Tanvi: Yeah, I do remember, but don't you think she is exposing way too much, that choli is so small, her breasts are spilling out. No wonder our husbands are finding it hard to control themselves.

Bharkha: haha, yes, I think we should also dress like sluts, what do you say, Chetan?

Chetan: I don't care what you say. I think your friend Menaka, the way she dressed up, is definitely a slut and that Lokesh is her fuck buddy.

The photographer at the wedding was covering all the guests and when it came to our turn, he asked us three girl friends to pose with our husbands. He instructed the husbands to stand behind the wives. Though Lokesh was not my husband, he gleefully took up the role and stood behind me. Even I didn't bother to stop him. In fact I started to enjoy his attention, and possessiveness. I guess I really need a man to look after me at this wedding, otherwise any of this hungry men could pounce on me and rape me right here in front of everyone. While holding me from the back, Lokesh completely impressed himself onto me, pushing his crotch with his erect penis right into my back, which I felt quite obviously. Next he held my waist with two hands and would not let go. When Chetan looked down to see, Lokesh was putting one of his fingers into my navel, jutting in back and forth as if he was fucking my navel with his finger. I did not even make an attempt to stop him, and was enjoying the attentions and ministrations from Lokesh. Chetan whispered into Bharkha's ears, 'Look! Look! What Lokesh is doing to Menaka's navel! See I told you, she is such a slut!' I didn't care what Chetan was thinking about me.

After we took our pictures, Lokesh was sporting a huge hard on, and he was not even able to walk properly. He was constantly pulling me close to him, sometime rubbing his hands over my bareback, and one time he even pulled me close and cupped my breast, which didn't go unnoticed by my good friends. Bharkha pulled me aside and chided me.

Bharkha: Menaka, What are you doing? The way you are egging him on, Lokesh is going to fuck you today.

Me: Nothing like that, Bharkha! He is just an innocent boy.

Bharka: Innocent? My foot! Definitely he is not a boy. Look at the obvious boner he is showing off. He is clearly in a mood to fuck you. I don't think you should allow him come close to you. Everyone is looking at you both. This is not good for your reputation, nor ours.

Me: Ok. Ok. I will ask him to leave immediately.

All the sexual ministrations, male attention, and lustful looks, and constant walking with dildo inside my pussy was making me cum even at the wedding. Soon the heat and lust in my body became unbearable. I decided to take the dildo off. So I excused myself and went to the bathroom. When I took out the dildo, I could see that I was completely wet inside and may have cum many times already. I washed myself, put the dildo strap on in my bag, and without wearing any panty, got up and got out.

When I came out of bathroom, I was suddenly grabbed by Lokesh who held my waist and pushed me to the wall. Before I could react, he planted a kiss on my lips. I tried to push him away, but he was being forceful. He started rubbing his hands all over my naked waist, and moved up to hold my breasts with force. I could not resist any longer. I reciprocated and started kissed him back like a lady in heat. Lokesh took this as a positive sign, he immediately moved his hand inside my blouse and found my naked breasts without any bra. He started to maul them and tweak my nipples.

When I realized what I was doing, I pushed him back and slapped him across his face. Lokesh was shocked. He did not anticipate this.

Lokesh: Menaka, what did you do? I thought you were liking this.

Me: Yes, I was liking it, Lokesh. But you have to leave now. I am a married woman. I can't be doing this.