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More nowwwww
More soon of this has potential
For my taste this story is erotic
Admittedly i do have a strong voyeur side & i get excited when other people stare at my wife.
I do not know whether there is Ch. 2 but i do hope there is.
Real problems for Rahul will start when his white boss Graham starts ogling the busty Indian wife Anu! They will be invited to a party with a swimming pool sooner or later...
Anu will make Rahul happy. They are born for each other.
Good start
Nice way to start. Now go on with ur horny experiences
In my dream world Anu & Rahul will be my next door neighbors, Rahul will work a lot & i will be a helpful neighbor to Anu
To put it differntly: SREW RAHUL! I WANNA FUCK ANU.
:)
Totally realistic.
My first wife had a very pronounced exibitionist side in general. She craved men's attention: she was thrilled when other men stared at her body, when they gave her compliments, when they asked her to dance, when they asked her out, when they touched her inapproprietly...
☆☆☆☆+
Indian wives are the best!
Anandhi is a KEEPER!
You stopped writing, right?
You created 2 characters with a lot of potential: an exhibitionist wife who wants to be as "free as a bird" and a voyeur husband who gets mesmerized to the point of total paralysis when his wife's boobs are caressed by another man).
We the readers probably won't ever find out what life has in store for the couple and a few very lucky men.
wow
Please write next chapter
EROTIC. THE AUTHOR FIRST INFORMS US ABOUT THE HUSBAND'S VOYEUR SIDE WHEN THE HUSBAND IS TOO MESMERIZED TO ACT WHEN THE NEXT-SEAT MALE PASSANGER WAS TOUCHING THE INDIAN BRIDE...
... later on we learn that Anu has a strong exhibitionist side.
ANU IS A KEEPER. In my next life i hope i will have a wife like her.
My wife & i moved to Canada when she was 35 but looked 25 (i am not making it up)
Men were attracted to her like flies to honey. She was pretty indeed. She also was 'more than sum of parts' - she was very very sexually appealing. She was sexier than many women who are deemed prettier. Also her body, her movements, her walk and her eyes projected some extra energy. I was her biggest admirer. I loved her very very much, but i also adored her looks and her sex appeal.
Canadian businessmen in their mid to late fourties were openly hitting on her at big gatherings. Toronto being racially very mixed, they either didn't know (or didn't care) that the Indian guy standing in the same crowd was her faithful wedded husband.
We attended a big-ass house warming party at a new house built on a huge farm house lot.
I was with our small children by the swimming pool. My wife brought me a Cuba Libre, kised me on the mouth & said, "Honey, you don't need me here for now, do you? If that's OK i will be schmoozing around for a while.
I had a good view of the area near the bar, the band and the dance podium. She was there. At first she was talking to a bunch of women; 10 minutes later she was in a mixed crowd; 5 more minutes & she was talking to 3 men. Soon thereafter she was talking to the man we all regerred to as The Architect ( he designed the house and supervised the construction works). He was a tall & strongly built white man, originally from South Africa.
My wife brought me another drink & told me (in the form of a question) that there will be a Line Dancing lesson & she would like to learn it. Well i saw her AND the Architect together on the dance floor.
I HAD MIXED FEELING FROM THAT MOMENT ONWARD! I envied (& was intimidated by) very successful men. I remembered my grandma's words: "...your life is not easy if you marry a very atteactive woman, but overall it is worthwhile the trouble... call it a cost/benefit anslysis."
I took my sons out of the pool & wrapped them in beach towels because i knew my eyes could not be glued onto them. (My mind was on the dance floor!)
To my astonishment the dance instructor anounced: pleade face your partner at 2-feet distance... gentlemen, please kiss your lady's hand... we start Tango Argentino..."
The Archietect's thigh was in between my wife's legs practically pressing her crotch most of the time.
I WAS TOTALLY MESMERISED, in a hypnotic trance of sorts (if you wish). I was paralysed. I vould not even think what i should do, what people expect me to do. Strangely emough I WAS HAPPY, i was elated, TO SEE MY WIFE HAPPY, to see that she was having a very good time.
What was happening to me was: her Tango Argentino dance with another man shook my mind like an earthquake and moyeur side took over and was blocking me from reacting in a reasonable manner.
I realized my wife had me wrapped around her finger. I was baby-sitting our sons while a rich man's athletic thigh was rubbing her minge! And i am happy regardless...
My grandma was right!
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