My name is Sujeet. I am in my mid-30's and am married to Pooja for
about 5 years. Pooja and I met at college where I was doing my post
graduate Diploma in Systems Management and she was studying for her
Marketing Management Diploma.

I had completed my Engineering from a Southern university and moved
to Bombay for a Management Trainee job at a MNC. Pooja also works as
a Advertising Executive for a well esatblished company in South
Bombay. She is quite shapely and dresses well to show off her figure.
Her favorite weapon is the chiffon saree which will cling to her
curves and show off her assets, both top and bottom. If you pass
Pooja on the street, you would probably remember her figure for a day
or two.

Since I work as an Executive for a MNC in Bombay, the company has
provided me 1 bedroom flat in a gated community in a very yuppie part
of town. The flat was nothing to speak of, as I said before, a 1
bedroom with hall and kitchen. As you entered the flat, you walked
into the elongated hall where we had chairs, table and settee which
served as sitting area during the day and sleeping area for the
guests at night. Just behind the hall was the bedroom and the
corridor which lead into kitchen. In corridor, there was a sink and
between the kitchen and the hall was the bathroom.

Anyway, there was an incident at our house involving Pooja and
Naveen, a very close friend of mine, Naveen. I had studied with
Naveen at the University and after graduation, he started working for
a computer company in South while I migrated to Bombay. However, we
had kept in touch every once in a while via email and phone.

If I recall the incident even now, I feel very aroused. After having
witnessed it and getting more details from Pooja about it, I am
writing this now.

It was late April and the weather in Bombay had started turning hot
and humid. Naveen had informed me that he was going to stop over in
Bombay on a Friday before he flew for an assignment to the US on
Monday. He had also inquired if it was OK for him to stay with us for
couple of nights, as we were close to the airport. He also knew that
we were childless and that both of us worked. He promised that he
would be of minimal bother to us, to which I had replied, after
discussing with Pooja, that it was OK to stay with us if he is fine
with sleeping in the hall (our visitor's bedroom). Since he was
arriving on Friday, the start of our weekend, it was really no
problem for us.

It was agreed that I would pick him up from the airport, since he
hadn't been to our place. For that matter, he hadn't met Pooja
either, since our marriage had taken place in Delhi. He was quite
excited of coming to Bombay, mainly because that was stop-over for
future thing bigger and better abroad as well as meeting me for the
first time since our graduation.

As that day was nearing, Pooja and I were spending our weekends and
after work hours in cleaning the house and keep it in tip-top shape.
We had decided that on that day, Pooja was to come home earlier than
her usual 9:00 PM to receive Naveen. However, couple of days earlier,
Pooja mentioned that she had a big meeting with an important client
the same afternoon that Naveen was going to arrive. She had said that
she would leave soon after the meeting and hoped to be on time.

That day arrived and we were all set. Pooja was dressed in her
favorite chiffon sarees to impress the client and I anticipated
Naveen arrival that afternoon. However, late in the day, Pooja called
me at work during a break in her meeting and said that she was going
to be late since the meeting was dragging and she couldn't leave it
midway. Since work is priority and bread-and-butter for us Indians, I
told her not to worry about it and that I will take care of Naveen
and see that he is comfortable at home.

I left work couple of hours early, after verifying that Naveen's
plane was arriving on time. It was uneventful arrival and I noticed
that Naveen had not lost his boyish charm that he was famous for in
college days. Since his luggage was minimal, we took a rickshaw home.
During the ride home, apart from catching up on years past, I also
mentioned that we have the evening to ourselves and Pooja would be
home late, since she was stuck at a client meeting.

I offered that we could drop the luggage home, walk to a nearby
restaurant and talk over beer and dinner. I also ordered couple of
dishes to be taken away packed for Pooja. So after we finished
dinner, we ambled home. Naveen wanted to sleep early since he had had
a hectic day and was tired. He also wanted to take a shower before
going off to sleep. As he came out of the bathroom, I noticed that he
was wearing a lungi and had his old undergarments in his hand. I gave
no second thought to it. As he was taking his shower, I had readied
the settee in the hall as his bed.

We talked for a little while, showed him our wedding and other
photographs and introduced Pooja thru the photos. He said that she
was very pretty and that I was very lucky to find a girl such as
Pooja. Soon we said our good-nights and shut off the lights in the
hall and the bedroom, since I did not want him to be disturbed.
However, since Pooja was out, I was waiting for her to return and
could not fall off to sleep. I checked the clock once in a while and
last when I checked, noticed it was past 10:30. Though I was not
concerned about her physical safety, I wanted to her arrive so we
could call it a day. Intermittently, I could hear Naveen snoring in
the hall.

Soon after, I heard the latch key turn and noticed Pooja's shadow
across the hall from the sliver of light in the stairwell.

I was expecting Pooja to enter the bedroom but she took her own sweet
time. After what seemed an eternity, she walked quietly into the
bedroom, dropped her purse on the night stand and went to the
kitchen. Pooja told me later that she was checking to make sure that
Naveen was comfortable and was clearing off the stuff we had left on
the table and under the settee. When she was picking up stuff from
under the settee and checking Naveen out, she had noticed that
Naveen's legs were apart and since he was wearing a split lungi, she
could see all the way inside. When I asked her what that meant, she
said that in the soft glow of lights from the street, she had seen
his hairy balls and prick, which was aroused and quite substantial.

As I have mentioned earlier, from the bedroom, she walked into the
kitchen, turned on the light, had her dinner. As was her habit before
sleeping, she had heated a glass of milk which she was sipping
standing by "rasoi". As Pooja is a slow eater, it must have taken her
at least 45 minutes to finsih her dinner and start having her milk.
During this time, she was trying to be quiet with the utensils so
that she wouldn't wake either of us. When she came to the bedroom,
she tought I was asleep too. She still had to change and was in her
sexy chiffon saree.

As I was waiting for her to return to the bedroom, I noticed Naveen
had woken up and was very quietly waking into the corridor. My
initial thought was that he wanted to use the bathroom but did not
hear him shutting the bathroom door or using the bathroom.

And, after about 10 minutes, he still had not returned, so I was
curious to see what he was up to. So, noiselessly, I got up and went
to the door of the bedroom and looked around. Looking into the
bathroom, I couldn't see anyone in there so I was thought he was in
the kitchen getting a glass of water.

Slowly, I crept along the corridor, so that I could introduce Pooja
and Naveen. However, when I got to the kitchen door, I was in shock.
I saw Naveen carressing Pooja waist and holding her tight against
him, grinding his front into her sexy bottom. And Pooja was not
protesting !
As I said I was in shock and was getting aroused at the same time. I
also wanted to see how far Pooja and Naveen would go, so I stood
quietly at the door observing them.

Naveen had told Pooja, who later told me, that while she was cleaning
out from under Naveen's bed and observing him, Naveen had woken up
from Pooja's perfume and proximity and had seen Pooja looking into
Naveen's lungi. After that, he had not been able to fall off to sleep
and was horny thinking about Pooja.

Initially, he was carressing Pooja along the exposed skin of her
waist and after a few minutes, he started kneading Pooja's breast
from the outside. He was also kissing he on the neck, nibbling her
ear and cheeks. As I watched, I stood dumstruck that a close friend
of mine would take advantage of me and my wife. Even more, that my
wife was not saying a word or trying to stop his behaviour.

Pooja later told me that she did not want to make any noise for the
fear of waking me up and having me find out about the situation.

As I said, I was not only dumstruck but quite aroused from the scene,
where my wife was being sexually molested by a third person, no less
someone whom I knew quite closely. As their actions progressed, I
noticed that my tool was fully aroused and could not but help myself
to start playing with my tool, first from the outside and then
freeing it from the confines of my pyjamas and underwear.

After about 5 minutes, Naveen started massaging Pooja's buttocks with
his hands while grinding his front into the back of her buttocks. He
then stooped below and raised her saree from behind and started
moving his hands on her thighs. Pooja was repsonding by bending at
her hips to move her buttocks into Naveen's front and resting her
hands on the edge of the "rasoi".

Slowly, Naveen put his hands into her underwear from the front and
started playing with Pooja's pubic hair. I believe I heard Pooja moan
softly when Naveen inserted his fingers into her front. He then
pulled Pooja's underwear down to her knees and exposed her buttocks
fully. He also pulled his cock free of the lungi by pushing the lungi
aside and started grinding his cock on Pooja's bare buttocks and into
the crack.

It was an incredible sight to see his fully erect member on my
Pooja's buttocks and Pooja enjoying it. I was wondering to see how
far this scene would play out so I kept watching without interrupting.

Soon after, Pooja reached out behind to take Naveen's member in her
hands and play with it. Seeing that Pooja was also interested, Naveen
took his member and positioned it from behind on the edge of her
entrance. His other hand, meanwhile, was trying to spread her lips of
the entrance from the front.

Feeling the Naveen's member near her entrance, Pooja raised herself
on her toes so she was in a position to be entered. Naveen, using his
hand and his member, played with the lips of Pooja's entrance, from
the back with his member and from the front with his fingers. Pooja
was ecstatic and squirming wildly and it seemed that she couldn't
bear it any further.

During one of her wild movements, Naveen entered and humping her from
behind, while kissing her on her necks and kneading her breasts.
After a few minutes, in what seemed like an eternity to me, Naveen
withdrew and let his juice on Pooja's buttocks.

Seeing that the game was ending, I beat a hasty retreat back to
bedroom and covered myself, pretending to sleep. After about 5
minues, Pooja came into the bedroom and kissed me on my forehead. I
pulled Pooja onto the bed, got on top of her and started kissing her
all over her body.

Slowly, I undressed her and sucked her breasts, knowing that moments
ago, that alien hands had kneaded them. I turned her over and kissed
her back and moved towards her buttocks. I could smell Naveen's juice
there and couldn't bear it any longer.

I then turned her around and started entering her in the usual
missionary position. Pooja was already wet and willing and she took
me in eagerly. At this point, Pooja was moaning quite loudly and I am
sure Naveen heard us from the hall but neither I nor Pooja cared.

As I was humping her, I saw a ghostly shadow at the door of the
bedroom, which I knew was Naveen. He stood there mastrubating quite
openly. I did not mention his presence to Pooja since I did not want
to raise any doubts about the earlier incident in the kitchen.

I reached climax soon after and got off Pooja, while Naveen returned
back to the hall. Pooja cleaned herself and changed and we snuggled
close to each other and fell off to sleep.

Next morning, Pooja asked me what came over me that we had such wild
sex and I mentioned that her presence near me started it all. I
introduced Pooja formally to Naveen as she was preparing breakfast.
None of us, Naveen, Pooja or I, that morning discussed what had
happened last night.

We spent the rest of the weekend taking care of things around the
house while Naveen completed his errands. On Sunday night, I dropped
Naveen at the airport for his onward trip to the States and wished
him good luck. I also mentioned to him, with a wink, that he was
welcome to spend some more time at our house when he returns from the
US.

After Naveen had left, I told Pooja of what I had observed and how it
affected me. Pooja, initially thinking I would be angry, did not want
to discuss but after some persuasion, talked about it freely.