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Husband's colleague

My name is payal and i am a young indian housewife living in canada. I have been told that i have a very sexy body. My husband loves to display my legs and my shapely boobs to his friends and in public. I am deeply in love with my husband. Like a good indian wife, i very rarely have the courage to disobey him. My hubby 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. He is a good husband, a good provider and very generous in giving me gifts and letting i buy the clothes and jewelry that i want. I also like to wear revealing clothes where my young body is exhibited as much as possible, even occasionally crossing the line of obscenity. He also allows me to wear short skirts, see-through blouses, push-up bras, skimpy panties and other sexy lingerie when i m home. I love to wear both western style clothes and traditional indian clothes like saris. When i wear skirts and dresses, he 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 these sounds restrictive, but like 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 goa and stayed in a posh hotel and casino on the strip. Hubby’s colleague from work, mack, was also in goa at the time. They planned the vacation together so that they could gamble at the casinos together. Hubby and mack work at the same company, and they also hang out together a lot, playing golf and going out for drinks after work often. Mack was staying in the same hotel, and on the same floor as us. Mack is an american guy originally from new york. He is a divorcee and is about ten years older than my hubby. Mack was a frequent visitor at 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 my hubby. My hubby seems to think he is a great guy, however. Every time mack has dinner with us, my hubby always makes me wear an indian blouse-sari set because mack says that he likes to see me in a sari. I have to wear a very small, tight indian blouse of thin material so that 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. My hubby makes me tie my sari 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 mack drinks, i have to bend down in front of him, and my sari would slide down from my shoulder giving him a clear view of my boobs.

I complained to my hubby many times and asked him not to make me wear sexy clothes in front of mack but he does not listen to me. As a result, every time mack is in our house, he always tries to undress me with his eyes. Many times i told my hubby that mack 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, mack 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, and i generally get excited hearing this from my husband, so i never seriously objected to mack's lusting for my body. Also, i have to admit that mack is kind of good-looking, with a good athletic build, so it was kind of flattering to know that he liked my looks.

Anyway, here we were in goa and my hubby called mack and told him to meet us at the blackjack table's area after dinner. My hubby told me that he wanted me to stand out among the crowd in the casino, so he told me to wear a pink sari with a matching sleeveless blouse. The blouse was made of very thin material and had two buttons in 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 sari. My hubby told me to tie my sari 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 peter was going to have fun looking me over, but heck i was with my husband so i did not care. Mack came down 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. My hubby bought me a cosmopolitan and he and mack started playing. I was watching the game and enjoying the drink. I have to admit that i have a weakness for cosmopolitan; i cannot say no to them. My hubby knows this but he kept buying me more. By 10 o'clock in the night, i had finished my third cosmopolitan and was feeling very drunk. Also, all those cosmopolitan 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 any more.

Finally when my hubby came over to talk to me, i whispered in his ear, "honey i need to go pee."

"then go," hubby said.

I said, "i am too drunk; please take me to the restroom."

Hubby was enjoying the game, so he got a little irritated. In my drunken state, i heard him say in a rather loud voice, "payal, i can't leave now, i am in the middle of a game here."

Mack asked my hubby, "what's the matter?”

He said loudly, "she needs to go pee but i can't leave the game now." i felt so embarrassed that mack and others at the table knew about my full bladder.
Mack said "no problem. I will help her out, if you don't mind?"

My hubby said, "of course not, but she is too drunk. I don't think she can go to the ladies room by herself mack said " no problem, she can use my room."

My hubby said, "okay, just take care of her while i finish the game." next thing i remember, mack 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 may fall down unless i hold on to something. I must have grabbed mack's shoulder. I thought i saw a big smile on mack's face. Like 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. Mack 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 mack 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 mack 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. Next thing i remember was that my head was buried in mack'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 sari. My bladder was getting fuller and i started to worry about peeing before we got to mack'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 any one 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 sari and i almost fell, but mack grabbed me roughly by my hands and brought me back up. In my drunken state, my sari's folds were getting undone and i was in no position to put them back on. As soon as the elevator doors closed, mack made me stand up by the side of the elevator so that his hands were free. Then he pulled on my sari and started taking it off. I was taken aback by this and i could hear myself mumbling meekly, "mack, please do not do this. Mack why are you doing this? Mack, please someone will come, i am feeling so ashamed."

Mack said firmly, "payal, i do not want you to trip on your sari 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 sari and ruin it." i had no resistance left in me. I begged him, "mack, can you do it in your room? Please, i am feeling very shy. Don't take my sari off here. Someone may come." mack ignored my pleas, "oh! Come on payal, 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 sari till it was just a pile of cloth at my feet. Now, i was standing in the elevator in my thin blouse and matching pink petticoat. 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 it must have left almost nothing to his imagination. I knew he must have had fun looking at my pubic muff visible though 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 mack 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 mack if everything is all right. Peter 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 mack's girlfriend.

One of the guys then asked me, "ma'am, are you alright?" to add to my embarrassment, mack made me turn around to face the guys and tell them that i ...

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