Sex Story – Half Wife

In India there is a saying, ‘Your Wife’s sister, is your half-wife.’ I am married to a girl who is from an orthodox family and has 5 sisters. My friends and relatives always pulled my leg by saying, ‘teri to itni saaliyan hai, tu to bahut kismatwala hai! (You have so many sister-in-laws, you are so very lucky!)’ I didn’t know until much later than my marriage that they were so very right. Hi! I am Arvind. I live in Raipur in a posh colony in a house given to me by the Company for which I work. I am 5’11’ tall, have average looks and a tanned complexion. My wife’s name is Rekha. We have been married for the last three years. Within the last few weeks, I discovered that my friends and relatives were right in what they said while leg-pulling.

Namrata is the eldest of all the sisters and one year elder to my wife. Yet she is two years junior to me. She is 5′ tall. A slight figure, yet a nice pair of 34Cs and she is married to a guy by the name of Vineet who works in some local garments factory as an accountant. She has a fair complexion, green eyes and long black hair. She lives alone with her husband in a small rented house near the industrial area.

Let me inform you that she always wears a saree and she has a habit of wearing it at the level way below her navel and the blouse she wears has lots of clearing, and the combined effect is that most of her midriff is visible, and believe me, it is worth showing.

That day I was taking a parcel from my wife to deliver to Namrata. It was about 11.30 in the morning. I parked my bike in front of Namrata’s house and rang the bell. She opened the door and welcomed me in warmly. I sized her up from her back. She was wearing a plain blue saree, with sleeveless blouse, and a negligible back. The saree was wonderfully wrapped around and worked wonders with her figure.

I asked, ‘where’s Vineet?’ She said, ‘he’s at the office.’ I asked ‘what about his lunch?’ She said, ‘oh he has his lunch in the hot case.’ We went to their living room and I was seated in a comfortable settee. She sat opposite me as I gave her the package that I had brought for her. She opened it and saw the contents and then said, ‘Arvind! Where did you get this saree from? Its so beautiful!!’ I said, ‘your dad sent it through some messenger to our house. Rekha just gave it to me to give it to you.’ She looked at the contents some more. Then she looked up and asked, ‘oh how forgetful of me! Would you like some te’ Or some coffee?’ I said, ‘tea will do.’ She went in to make the drink and I walked to her kitchen and looked her over. God she has a sexy figure. And what a lovely skin, Vineet sure is a lucky guy to fuck that body. She must have seen me staring at her as she coughed and when I looked up at her, she was blushing and carefully not looking at me. I went back to the settee. She brought the drink in a tea set and set it on the table. She kneeled to make the drink, her plait of saree covering her bust slipped as she knelt down. The blouse was deep cut even in the front and showed quite a lot of cleavage. I was treated to an uninterrupted view of her cleavage until she had prepared the drink. She got up, adjusted her saree and then pushed a lock of her hair, which had fallen on her face while making tea, behind her ear and brought the tea to me. As she offered the tea to me, her saree slipped again, showing the cleavage again. I took in the beautiful scenery and then as I accepted the tea from her, my gaze followed to her face, which was a deep pink because of blushing. Then she offered me some biscuits, she leaned towards me as she passed the plate, giving me a full view of her cleavage. She had colored even more, I could see her go pink upto her chest. I took the plate from her hand in my right hand and with my left hand I grasped her hand which held the plate. I set the plate down and pulled her in close to me.