Watching My Wife Find Herself – Page 3 of 4

“Okay, great. You will be at the meteor shower sleepover. And Archu will be out with the girls. I guess I will just sleep early!”
Saturday night comes. Our daughter is at the sleepover. Archana is getting ready. to go out. She is wearing a shoulder-less short dress and looking very hot and fuckable. I want to jump her right away. I try to. But she says, “Please Ninu, not now.”
OK, not now I think. But then when?
Archana goes to the bar. Thanks to phone tracking, I know which bar. I drive there after our daughter leaves. I know Archana is in there. I enter the bar. I see her. She is with all female friends. Oh wow! So a genuine girls night out, I think. But I still wait in my car in the parking lot.
The night ends. Archana comes out of the bar with the girls. The girls leave, one by one, as their Ubers arrive. Archana is the last one left. She is looking at her phone. I wonder, is she calling an Uber? If she is, I should go home. But no! A car pulls up past me. It is Steve! Not Leon. Just Steve! So she did plan to hook up again. Oh well.
Archana gets into the car with Steve who starts driving. I follow them. The car stops in front of a big mansion. Steve and Archana get out of the car and I see my wife being guided by the hand into the place. At this point, I feel a bit lost. How do I follow them? I park the car in a dark alley and sneak up to the mansion.
The mansion is huge, but also largely open. So I can sneak around and watch things as they progress. I watch and listen as Steve, holding my wife’s hand, takes her to the main door and rings the bell. An old white man in his 60s answers the door.
“Hi Uncle Jack, this is the girlfriend I told you about…Archie!”
“Hello, Archie! You are beautiful!”
“Hehehe, thank you!”
My wife is now going by Archie apparently! They enter the house. I circle the house. Uncle Jack is with two other old men and they are all having booze. Archana is introduced to everyone in the house, Then they all move to a big swimming pool in the back. Which is great for me, because it gives me a full view of everything.
So I am standing by the compound wall, hidden, watching my wife, my high school sweetheart, the love of my life going in there with Steve, her fuck buddy, and three old men drooling over her.
Archana is smiling but also looks nervous as everyone walks outside and sits on patio chairs by a bar near the swimming pool. She looks ravishing in her short off-shoulder tight blue dress that made me want to jump her earlier. Clearly, it has had the same effect on Steve, because he is sitting in a chair right next to her and stroking her bare shoulder and thighs subtly. She seems to shiver at his touches and smile, but keeps talking politely with the old men.
I am standing about 50 feet away and can hear most of the conversation as Jack walks behind the bar and starts mixing a cocktail.
“Wow, you have a 12 year old? I would have thought you were in college!” says the old guy named Rolf who is hispanic, short and portly. He is wearing swimming shorts and a floral shirt. I notice that every time Archana moves her legs, he keeps shifting his head to see if he can see up her dress.
“Hehehe, you’re too kind.” Archana smiles.
“He is right! You must work out a lot!” says the other old man dressed similarly named Yan who looks Chinese. He is tall and wiry, much like Jack. His eyes are more focused on her cleavage.
Archana just giggles and shakes her head playfully. Steve is sitting there still stroking her skin in full view of these men she has just met. She seems a little bashful but does not stop him.
Uncle Jack comes back with a bunch of glasses filled with a dark brown liquid and hands them around. Archana takes a couple of big gulps from hers nervously. I have seen how far she has evolved or devolved (based on your perspective), but she still seems to have enough self-doubt to feel nervous here clearly.
They all start talking as if this is just a normal social visit. The conversation is quite boilerplate, each of them sharing their backgrounds, their pasts, their presents etc. Turns out Jack is a big Hollywood producer and the other two men are his colleagues. There are frequent effusive bits with how “Archie looks so hot, she can be in one of our movies”, which my wife shyly laughs away. She answers mundane questions about our life in India, how we like Los Angeles, and so on.
Throughout this whole thing, Steve is making minimal contributions to the conversation. He is more into stroking Archana all over and occasionally kissing her shoulder or her neck in front of the old men. The old men keep exchanging sly glances whenever he does that. They are probably wondering, as am I, what is the end game here.
I can see Archana getting more and more drunk and getting more and more affected by Steve’s touch. Finally at one point mid-conversation, she suddenly says,
“Can I use your bathroom please?”
“I’ll show you.” Steve says. He and Jack exchange a conspiratorial smile.
He pulls her up and holds her. Archana is a little wobbly on her feet with all the drinks at the bar and now the cocktail here. But she maintains her balance as Steve walks her into the house through large french windows. The old men watch her curvy ass wobble under her short dress as she walks away.
The old men look at each other and laugh. And then lean forward and start talking in a low voice. I can only catch a few snippets.
“Lucky Steve!”
“…extra spicy tandoori tits…”
“…not really my newphew! Poker buddy who owed me a few grand…”
“…that ass…oof!”
And so on. Minutes tick by. I am wondering where she is. Soon so do the men because they start looking at the house and discussing it.
“…banging her you think?”
“Wouldn’t you?”
And so on.
It is a good twenty minutes by now and I am tempted to walk around the house and see if I can spot her with her lover through some other windows. That’s when the French windows open. My eyes and the three old men’s eyes move there and see Steve walk out, shirtless and sweaty. He waits at the threshold looking inside and back at the old men and smiling.
Then Archana walks out, adjusting her tight little blue dress, making sure it is pulled up enough to cover her boobs and down enough to cover her butt. It has damp patches on it now. I wonder if they are from sweat or cum or both. I notice that she has her high heels in her hand, possibly because she is too drunk to keep walking in them.
I watch, fascinated and also slightly annoyed, as my wife, clearly just-fucked by a young man over a decade younger than her, now walks and joins the three men almost twice her age with a bashful smile.
“Did you have a good time inside, Archie?” Jack asks.
She blushes and looks away, as if she were some coy bride being asked about her wedding night. She is still there and smiling, so clearly, she does not care that the men know she has just been fucked inside by the young buck. But her not caring is not brazen and shameless and in-your-face. It is still coy and self-effacing, which makes it seem even sexier. She still looks hot but not like a slut, which she is. Instead she still has that vulnerable milf-next-door quality in her body language.
“Would you like another drink?” Jack asks.
“Shulll…” Archana says, then blinks and says, “Sure.”
“Come, help me make it.” Jack gets up from the chair and holds his hand out.
Archana looks at his hand and then looks at Steve who nods and cockily says,
“I’ll get in the pool and take a few laps to wash this sweat off.”
There is laughter all around. He strips his trousers off and dives into the pool in his underwear.
Old man Jack takes Archana by the hand and leads her behind the bar. Which annoys me, because it is even farther away from where I am standing and I can’t hear anything said there. And it blocks a lot of what I can see too. I am wondering if that is why Jack chose to take her there. For some privacy from the others.
Speaking of the others, the two old men still sitting on the chair are talking in low voices with each other and looking at the bar, as am I. Their expressions are semi-serious, as if they are strategizing. They then get up and walk to the bar too, taking seats on the bar stools.
Jack really is mixing a cocktail. Archana is with him, looking at Steve every few seconds, while she nods and follows his instructions, handing Jack this bottle and that. It seems like a pretty strong cocktail, because I see Jack pour a lot of whiskey, tequila, and rum into a blender, with some oranges. As Archana unsteadily walks around the bar fetching the bottles, I wonder if she has perhaps had too much to drink because she is swaying even more with each step. I guess Jack has noticed it too because he stops the blender, walks her around the bar on a stool between his two friends, and then goes back to finish making the drink.
Archana has a glazed look on her face and is leaning against the bar with her elbows on it. That makes her big tits strain even more against her dress. Rolf and Yan are on her either side. Finally Rolf can’t take it. I see his grubby hairy hand reach up and feel her tits. That makes her sit up. She stares at him and shoves his hand away. Then she gets up and unsteadily walks to the patio chairs. He looks chastised.
Just as I am thinking, at least she is drawing the line here, I see her reach for her phone which is on a table with her purse. She is still swaying a little as she types something on the phone. Then my phone buzzes in my pocket. I check it. It’s a text from her.
– dnt wiat up. drnk. slepping ovr at beth c u tomm
I stare at the phone and then at her, across the pool. Yet another effortless lie. Except for the drunk part. That is true. I think of giving her an out.
– Ok. If you are too drunk, I can come pick you up wherever you are.
I see her look at the text and wince.
– ur 2 nic. i luv u. no is ok. cu tomm. xoxo.
I see a look of shame and guilt flash on her face as she bites her lip and seems to hold back tears. She is feeling guilty lying to me and cheating on me. For a moment, I feel bad for her. But that moment passes. Because she turns around and then goes back to the stool. She resumes her position, looks down and says something. Rolf looks delighted. His eager hands move to her tits again and roll the dress down revealing a strapless bra. The bulging curves of her tits are now exposed.