Sheetal

(Part 1 from 4)

I met Sheetal at the local Costco. I was there with my wife Rupali. She 
loved buying stuff in bulk. I guess I should be thankful to have a wife 
who is so frugal with my money but the idea of buying diapers by the 
caseload hardly fills me with the same kind of excitement as it does 
her. 

I love Rupali; ours was a love marriage though with the consent of both 
our parents. We both grew up in India and met in college here in the 
US. That's where we fell in love and decided to get married. We held 
off on sex till our wedding night and I'm glad we did. All that waiting 
and anticipation made it that much more memorable. We were both lawyers 
but after getting married she decided to become a full time housewife 
while I joined a fairly respectable law firm. She would occasionally 
help me out with my work at home and I was always amazed at how 
talented she was. She said that she might go back to practicing law 
again some day, but then with the birth of our son that idea faded out. 

Our lives were pretty hectic. I was pretty busy with work. Though the 
company I worked for was small it had built up a good reputation for 
itself and through hard work I managed to become a junior partner. That 
meant long hours and even working weekends. Rupali had her hands full 
with the house and our new baby. That made socializing next to 
impossible. I really didn't know many people outside of work and 
neither did Rupali. 

I was pushing the large shopping cart while Rupali carried the baby in 
her arms checking her list and looking up and down the aisles. That's 
how we bumped into another Indian couple, Rajiv and Sheetal. Sheetal 
was the one who started the conversation admiring our baby. She struck 
up a conversation with Rupali and soon the two were chatting away. It's 
amazing how fast women become so friendly. Rajiv introduced himself and 
so did I. We just exchanged a few awkward pleasantries. He suddenly 
remembered something he had to go get and went away. I was relieved coz 
I hated making idle conversation with new people. Rupali and Sheetal 
were still chatting. I noticed Sheetal was quite an attractive woman. 
Rajiv looked to be quite a few years older than me but Sheetal was 
about the same age as us. 

She wore a light green sweater that seemed 
like it was a couple of sizes too small for her and a tight short 
skirt. I had been urging my wife to shed some of her inhibitions and 
adopt more western attire. She usually just wore sarees, salwar kurtas 
or jeans and shirts but never something like this. Sheetal had a 
beautiful form. Her breasts weren't huge but set against her small 
waist they were very prominent. She had long flowing beautiful hair 
that she kept open. Her skin was smooth and tan. I suddenly realized I 
was ogling her and readjusted my gaze before anyone realized. 

My wife and Sheetal became good friends and though Rupali didn't get 
out much Sheetal often stopped by and she was always gossiping about 
movies and discussing the latest trends she had picked up from reading 
glamour rags. Sheetal was one of those typical Indian wives who enjoyed 
spending their husband's money on beauty parlors, clothes, clubs, 
fashion magazines, going to parties and that sort of thing. An Indian 
trophy wife of sorts. 

To help Rupali meet some more of the indian women in her circle and 
develop more of a social life she organized a kitty party or whatever 
they called it, at our house. One of those "Girls Only" type affairs. I 
was the only guy there and even I was being treated more like some 
hired help. However I played along coz this was my way of thanking my 
wife for putting her career and social life on hold all these years for 
me and my career and our family. 


The whole thing winded up around 12:30 am and then Sheetal asked me to 
drop her off at her home coz she had had a few drinks and although she 
was pretty sober she didn't want to get pulled over and get into 
trouble for driving under the influence. 

After a thirty minute drive we pulled up to her driveway. She asked me 
to walk her into the house because Rajiv wasn't home and she always 
felt scared going into her large house in the dark all-alone. I thought 
it was silly to be afraid in your own house but I guess women can be 
like that sometimes. So I went in with her and she guided me to the 
light switches and I followed her instructions and lit up every room. 
It was the first time I had seen their house from the inside and it was 
huge and beautifully decorated. No doubt done up by some professional 
interior decorator because while it was very plush and impressive it 
really didn't have any of the warmth of a home. 

She insisted I have coffee with her and though it was late I finally 
acquiesced. This was really the first time I had truly been alone with 
her. She really doesn't need to be prodded into conversation and 
without my inquiring basically started laying out her life history to 
me. In a cynical tone she told me Rajiv was on a "business trip". She 
went on at length to explain that he had a blond airhead mistress in 
Phoenix who he fucked around with. He had a bit of a complex when it 
came to white women. 

He enjoyed being seen with a white girl especially 
in front of his Indian friends and clients. I offered the customary 
support and comfort to her but she really didn't need any. She 
explained that she was very happy in her current state. Rajiv's 
infidelity meant that he couldn't divorce Sheetal without loosing half 
his wealth, business and property to her thanks to the prenuptial 
agreement they had signed before their marriage. She wasn't completely 
useless to him. His more conservative relatives and friends in India 
adored her and would have never accepted his marrying a non-Indian. By 
staying married to him she knew that she could continue to enjoy life 
and spend his money without worry and he would continue providing for 
her to indulge her. 

"I've even got proof... wanna see?" Before I could answer she bounded 
barefoot to the bedroom with the energy of a teenager. I admired her 
body again as I watched her scamper away. She returned just as fast 
holding a DVD in one hand and keeping her jewelry from flying off with 
the other. 

She inserted it into the player and sat snuggling close to me as I 
directed my gaze to the very large screen TV on the wall. In a few 
seconds I saw a rather portly guy with a pepper grey goatee gasping and 
groaning as he pounded a blond girl hunched over in the doggy position. 
It was Rajiv and if I didn't know any better I would have thought he 
was having a heart attack. The blond was very attractive and looked 
very young. Seemed almost too young. 

Though she wasn't moving, her face 
and her moans showed that she was enjoying it. "She's 19 now... but she 
was 18 when he first started fucking her. Trailer trash! She'd probably 
fuck her own granddad for the kind of money he spends on her", Sheetal 
whispered into my ear as if not wanting to disturb the couple that was 
fucking on the TV screen. "She doesn't seem to be too far off from 
that", I replied noting how much older Rajiv looks. Sheetal laughed out 
loud. It was the first time I had heard her laugh like that. It was 
almost like a giddy schoolgirl's laughter. Usually she has a very 
pretentious laugh like all the other rich snooty old ladies she hangs 
around with. I squirmed a little in the sofa. Adjusting my position 
which had become a little uncomfortable because of my hard-on. I must 
admit I envied Rajiv for being able to afford the best of both worlds. 
I would have loved to bang a blond too. 


After just a couple of minutes Rajiv came, apparently dumping his load 
inside the girl's pussy. Sheetal told me he doesn't like wearing 
condoms. I can't blame the guy... who does? Exhausted, he collapsed on 
top of the girl, holding her close. They fell asleep. The movie then 
got out of focus and it looked like someone was putting the lens cap 
back on. Whoever took the video was probably actually hiding in the 
room at the time. 

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