Cheating Indian Wife

Pooja was a sweet and cute female, with long hair, nicely sculpted body (34-28-36). She had a body of a model and no body goofed around with her or flirted with her because she was very straight forward about her relationship with her boy friend and always stopped any small talks with her. That night she was wearing a small black crop tank top which exposed her white milky shoulders which was a sight to die for.

Her navel button was pierced and she was careful to show it in the dress. In the bottom she wore a small pink mini skirt and a beautiful pink pencil heels. Her legs were shiny and she looked rather sexy than to say cute. I knew her background so dint want to goof around but it broke my heart that such a cool, happy going girl is sitting in a corner so I decided to confront her. I went up to her and sat next to her. She was amazed since no one had ever dared to do that. Before her anger could pour out I said, I hate to see a happy going girl like this.

To make it very clear, I am not hitting on you. When I said that, the frown on her face turned into a small cute smile on her red painted lips as she sipped her scotch. Then I introduced myself and we shoot hands. God her hands were very soft. I complimented her on her dressing and called her the cutest in the entire party and this made her blush. Before wasting any time I told her she looks even beautiful while blushing and she just couldn’t stop blushing.