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Subject: {ASSM} Aarti went to Las Vegas (mmm/wife)
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Date: Mon, 15 Apr 2013 10:10:02 -0400
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I wrote this story more than 15 years back under a different e-mail.  The
story described what happened to my wife in her own words.

   At that time I received huge response from readers.  Since then, I have
seen at least 3 versions of the same story changed, modified and somewhat
improved by many.

   Anyway, I am re-posting the original story for everyone's enjoyment. 
Again the story is partially truth and partially fantasy.  This time, I
have modified the original story to add Indian background to put
perspective of a very conservative, ethnic women (that is my wife).  Names
have been changed accordingly.

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   Aarti went to Las Vegas (mmm/wife) As told by: Aarti Gupta E-mail:
altony1234 at yahoo.com Please e-mail comments _____________________

   Part II

   Anyway, here we were in Vegas and Mitesh called Peter and told him to
meet us at the black jack tables area.  I put on an Indian sari-blouse
green dress, which accentuated my 34 C breasts by thrusting them out.  My
small blouse made of very thin material had four buttons in the front.  My
blouse was cut so deep that half of my breasts were visible.  I carefully
covered my breasts with my *sari pallu*.  Mitesh also told me to tie my
*sari* way low so that most of my white torso would be naked.  I knew Peter
was going to enjoy ogling my body and looking me over, but heck I was with
my husband so I did not care.

   Anyway, Peter came down at the same time as we did.  As usual, he first
kissed me, then pawed me, before settling to play.  Mitesh and Peter
started playing black jack and I was watching the game and drinking
margaritas.  You see I have a weakness for margaritas, I cannot say no to
margaritas.  and by 11 O'clock in the night, I was feeling that I was fully
drunk.  Also, all those margaritas were making me go pee.

   I whispered in Mitesh's ear,

   "Honey I need to go pee"

   "Then go" Mitesh said.

   "I am too drunk, please take me to the bathroom"

   Mitesh was enjoying the game, he got a little irritated.  In my drunken
state, I heard Mitesh say in a rather loud voice:

   "Aarti, I can not leave now, I am in the middle of a game here"

   Peter asked Mitesh, "what is the matter Mitesh?

   "she needs to go pee but I can not leave the game" (I felt so
embarrassed)

   Peter said "no problem.  I will help her out, that is if you don't
mind?"

   "Heck, why would I mind, But she is too drunk.  I don't think she can go
to ladies room by herself."

   Peter said " No problem, she can use my hotel room."

   Mitesh said " OK.  just take care of her, while I finish the game"

   Next thing I remember, Peter was grabbing my arms and lifting me from my
stool.  As soon as I stood up, I realized, I had no strength to walk
straight and felt I may fell down unless I hold on to something.  I must
have grabbed Peters shoulder.  I thought I saw a wide smile on Peter's
face.

   Like I told you, I do not like this guy Peter, but here, I was the needy
one.  So I grabbed his arm and shoulder tightly with my both hands so I
would not fall.  Peter put one of his arm on my waist and virtually pulled
me to him so that my body was touching his body.  For safety reasons, 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 that my body do not come in contact
with his crotch area so he does not get any funny ideas.

   While he was dragging me to the elevators, I distinctly remember his
hand grabbing my butt.  I must have blanked out for a sec because next I
remember was waiting for the elevator clinging to his body, my head buried
in his chest and every inch on my body touching his I was feeling his erect
cock touching my stomach through my *sari*.  My both hands were over his
shoulders, behind his head.  I also felt his hands roaming all over my
body. I do not remember how we got to the elevator or entering it, but I do
remember the vision of Peter pressing the elevator button.  The minute,
elevator moved, Peter made me stand by the elevator wall so that his hands
were free.  He immediately started grabbing my breasts and pinching my
nipples through my thin blouse.  He was now freely kissing me on my lips
trying to put his tongue in my mouth while feeling me all over, between my
legs and my butt.  Well, I did not protest.  After all the guy left his
game for me and he was my husband's best friend.  I remember enjoying the
feel of his hands over my body.  His hands roaming on my boobs and my butt
and my pussy felt so good.  i needed that.  But my conservative upbringing
was telling me to defy his.  Although deep in my heart i knew, that till I
get back to my husband, I would be at the mercy of this guy, I needed to go
pee.  and he is the only one helping me.  I again closed my eyes and
enjoying his hands touching me all over.  Suddenly I felt my pussy was
leaking juices.

   I guess with no resistance from me, Peter got encouraged.  He unbuttoned
the front buttons of my blouse so that he can look at my milky white globes
(he always lusted for them).  Once he opened my blouse, he has clear view
of my half domes popping out of black lace bra.  I could feel his cock on
my stomach.  Being a faithful Indian wife, I protested: "Peter please,
don't do this"

   He responded by opening my bra and exposing my breasts fully.  Now my
melons were fully exposed except that his hands were covering them.  My
dark pink Indian nipples were in his fingers and he was pinching them and
twisting them.

   Although my pussy was wet and I was strangely excited, I became a little
concerned.  Inside the elevator it was probably OK but what if someone
comes in the elevator?  End of PART II finish of story in next part. 
E-mail me for pictures related to this story.  

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