My Wife

Hello guys I started new story.which is not my completely.taken from here and there.where sonarika is my wife.

I sighed as I and sonarika finally walked past the gate of our apartment complex. It was an unusually hot day even for a city like Mumbai where the summers were cruel. The heat, the humidity, the fatigue was complimented by a heavy bag of groceries that I carried in my hands and also a big hand bag that was over my shoulder.

Drops of sweat were accumulating on my wife forehead as I awkwardly walked to my building. As I was walking, I noticed a cab standing below my building. It was a cab from one of those several cab hiring companies that had sprung up in the country in the last few years. Sonarika is talking on her phone with some her relatives.she wearing a saree.blackless blouse and showing some clevege not intentionally.

The trunk of the cab was open and I saw a couple of bags inside the trunk and I also noticed the driver sitting in the cab. He turned his head to look at my wife as he walk his side he looking her bare back .

'Asshole...' I thought about the cab driver and kept walking. We went over to the elevator and noticed that the 'out of order' board was hanging on the elevator door. Since my house was on the third floor, we never really needed the elevator. We had kept ourself active enough to easily climb the stairs.

We started walking third floor apartment via the stairs. We are slowly reach our apartment and kept the bag of groceries on the stairs. I ask sonarika for for the keys.she looking for the keys in to her purse. when I heard footsteps coming down the stairs.

I glanced up to see a tall, lean man walking down towards us. Looking at his white complexion and blond hair, I realized that he wasn't from around; that he was a foreigner.

He stopped a couple of feet away from on the staircase. He was tall and the couple of feet added by the step made him look taller. We kept looking up at him, expecting him to say something. But he looked down at his feet and we followed his gaze to realize that our bag of groceries was in the way.

We looked at each other and all could do was smile awkwardly and move the bag to the side. He smiled at us, tipped his baseball cap and started walking down the stairs. I immediately picked up the bag of groceries and realized that he was staring my wife as he walked down the stairs. His stare wasn't as obvious and lecherous as the cabbie but none the less like a man checking out a woman. Being a beautiful woman husband, that too a beautiful one, I had become used to being stared at my wife and many times gawked at and didn't make much of it and I walked inside my apartment.

We fresh up, had a couple of glasses of water.i sit in couch and busy in reading news paper and sonarika got down to cooking myself a meal. I was busy in the reading newspaper when I heard the doorbell. I wondered who it might be at the door in the middle of the afternoon. I walked over and opened the door to see my neighbor and friend of sonarika nikita.

"Hi amit..." Nikita said as she walked into my house.

"Hi nikita..." I replied and closed the door behind me. Nikita and sonarika had known each other ever since when we moved to this place 5 years ago; she had moved here a year before . She and sonarika had been good friends ever since.

"We have a new neighbor amongst us." Nikita said as she walked into the kitchen.

"I know." Sonarika replied.

"He's not from around here, you know?" She said as stood in the kitchen and I listening them.

"I know." Sonarika replied.

"How do you know?" She asked with a sense of bewilderment, in her typical high pitched voice. Nikita, being the gossip monger of the neighborhood took offence to the fact that I knew the hottest piece of gossip before she could tell my wife.

"I saw him. He walked right passed me some time back." Sonarika told her.

"Ohhh...Do you know his name?" She asked.

"No I don't." She replied.

"His name is Jacques. He is from France. His company posted him here at their office in BKC and he came to India a couple of days ago. He was living at the Marriott for the last couple of days. Mr. Mehra leased out his house to the company Jacques works in and they've giving him that place to live." Nikita said that in one breath.

I smiled in amusement at how excited she sounded telling sonarika about a stranger from overseas who had moved in not more than an hour ago.

"How do you know all that? Are you a spy or something...like James Bond?" Sonarika asked her, I wondering how she could gather all that information so quickly.

"Hahaha...No! I talked to him sometime back." She replied.

"Ohhh...You were welcoming him to the neighborhood huh?" Sonarika said.

"Hehe...No No...just a courtesy visit; you know that I am a good neighbor." She replied, poorly justifying her walking up to a stranger and asking him a whole lot about himself.

"Hmmmm...righttttt..." sonarika said and I her laugher from kitchen.

Another round of grocery shopping had come up a few days after.

I and sonarika walked over to the shop and heard some commotion. The shop keeper was talking loudly to a man whose back was towards us.

"No...I no Englisss...No...Vhaat you whaant?" I heard Ratichand, our neighborhood grocer speaking rather loudly.

I could hear the man speaking what was clearly not English. I see sonarika walked closer to enquire when Ratichand saw sonarika and turned to talk to her.

"Are madam...dekho na ye firang kya bol raha hai...kuch samajh nahi aa raha..." (Madam...look at this foreigner...I have no clue what he is saying). Ratichand said, sonarika.

The man turned to back as soon as he heard Ratichand talk to my wife and I got a clear look at his face. It was the Frenchman from my building, Jacques. Amused at the cultural clash between the men, I see sonarika smiled and walked over to them. Jacques gave us an awkward smile as I stood next to him.

"What do you want?" Sonarika asked Jacques in English which we thought he understood but we was clearly wrong. He looked lost, perhaps trying to figure out what sonarika was asking him. I see sonarika asked him again, this time tilting her hand in the typical Indian way when asking a question.

"Oeufs...Je veux des oeufs." He said.

"Huh...what?" She replied. I knew he was speaking French but at the moment I was as clueless as Ratichand.

Jacques thought for a moment and then tucked his hands under his armpits and started flapping hands like that of a chicken. He even went to the extent of clucking like a chicken and then made a circle with his index finger and thumb. We giggled when we realized what he wanted.

"Bhaiyya...give him a dozen eggs." Sonarika told Ratichand who look relieved and nodded his head in amusement when sonarika solved the puzzle for him.

Ratichand came back with a dozen eggs and Jacques seemed elated to finally get what he wanted.

"Merci...." Jacques looked at my wife, gently nodded with a smile. Now I was no expert in French language but I knew a few words.

"You're welcome." Sonarika replied. Jacques picked up a loaf of bread, paid Ratichand the money and walked out of the store. We got busy shopping for our supplies and after a good fifteen minutes walked out of the store with a bag of groceries.

As we stepped out of the store, I saw Jacques standing there, smiling at us. He had been waiting there all this while. We smiled back at him and he started walking with us. I didn't mind that nor sonarika. Perhaps he was showing courtesy to us who had helped him in this strange foreign land.

We kept walking slowly, not saying a word.

"I...Jacques..." He said as he extended his arms for a handshake.

"Hehe...I am Amit and he is my wife sonarika." I said, extending my hand and meeting his. The first thing I noticed was his hand was too large for mine. It enveloped my hand during the handshake. The next thing I noticed was how effortlessly he was holding the heavy grocery bag in his arm and walking with us.

"Nice...to...meet...you." He said and smiled.

"Nice to meet you too." We replied and we kept walking. As we walked, the other things I realized was Jacques was tall...really tall.

He had blond hair, not unusual for a European and he was white...not fair...but white. Even the fairest Indian was dark compared to him. His blond hair and white complexion was complimented with light blue eyes which seemed as if he was wearing lenses but I was sure they were natural.

We walked over to our building and got into the elevator all the while making awkward small talk; him in his broken English and we trying to reply. In the closed, cramped elevator, I realized that he was wearing really nice cologne which just added to his personality.

We walked over to the door of my house, sonarika opened it and welcomed him inside. He walked in and kept the bag on the dinning table and was about to leave when I asked him to stay. He smiled awkwardly and stood in his place.

"Would you like to have some coffee?" Sonarika asked him as I signaled him to sit on the couch and make himself comfortable.

"Café?" He asked.

"Yess...café." sonarika replied.

"Yeah...yess...Merci." He replied with a boyish smile to which we smiled too and sonarika went into the kitchen to make some coffee.i and Jack sit in sofa . Sonarika returned a little later to see Jacques and I sitting in our place, still as awkwardly as he was before.

Sonarika placed the cups of coffee on a table and the snacks as well. She handed him a cup of coffee and sat on the couch in front of him and beside me and handed him a small dish of typical Indian snacks. He wondered what it was before sonarika told him to eat it.

Jacques was pleasantly delighted to taste an Indian snack, perhaps his first time having one. The snacks weren't very spicy even for his pallet and he nodded happily as he munched on some more.

"What is this?" He asked in his thickly accented English.

"Chiwada." Sonarika replied.

"Huh?" He replied. The word sonarika uttered must have been like a tongue twister to him.

"Chee-wa-daa" I replied before giggling.

"Ohhh...Chee-wa-daa is nice." He replied before laughing out loud.

He promptly took out a small pocket sized book from his jeans and started reading from it. We wondered what he was doing.

"What...do you...do Amit?" He asked.

I am software engineer and sonarika is school teacher." I replied to a confused looking Jacques.

He buried his head in he book before he raised it again before saying, "engineerur and Professeur?"

"Yess... engineerue and Professor." We replied, for the first time understanding what he was saying without having him to act out for us.

"What do you do?" I asked him in response.

"ingénieur" He replied in a very French sounding version of engineer which I understood. Perhaps it would not be so difficult talking to him after all.

So for the rest of the time, I sonarika and Jacques indulged in such short and conversations and introduced ourselves. It wasn't long before the coffee was finished and the snacks had been munched on and it was time for him to leave. He got up and walked over to the door. He walked out as we stood there and said goodbye.

"Au reviour." He said as he gently waved his hand.

"Bye...Jacques."we replied before closing the door and moving on.

Life had been pretty relaxed for sonarika since the schools were closed for the summer vacations. I would spend my day doing my office work in office.

Sonarika had a good two months to go before the schools started so she had ample time at hand for herself. So, with that in mind, she would go for a morning jog every morning in and around our apartment complex. A few ladies from the complex would join her for a brisk walk but she preferred jogging rather than walking. Also, I know sonarika wanted to focus more on the exercise rather than gossiping with the old ladies.

It was just another morning when she had woken up early for a jog around our complex. She wore her regular T shirt with a pair of yoga pants. I am not lover of excise.so I am in bed.she was also not force me to come with her.that morning she forget her mobile.in her mobile one of relatives message come that they want to know some specific information about some village land.so I decided go to our complex give him mobile.

I had reached park.i see park was empty . No one there.then I see sonarika but she is not alone.she jogging with jack.i don't know but I hide myself in one of tree in the jogging park.

I see they talking.they slowly walked back to our building after they were done jogging. The summer sun hadn't been kind even in the morning and I see sonarika sweating. Her wet T shirt stuck to her body, clearly outlining the curves of her well maintained figure. I had noticed jack stealing glances at my wife when they jogging but now that they were facing each other, he looked at my wife more openly.

They walked on staris of building I walked also secretaly ."You...teacher eh?" I heard jack ask sonarika.

"Yeah...." She replied.

"What you teach?" He asked.

"I teach English literature to school children." .She replied

Hmmmm...tres bon. You teach me...how to speak English?" He asked.

"Meee...Uhh.... I don't know...I don't take private tuitions." Sonarika replied . I thinking sonarika barely knew this man and she had no experience in teaching English to foreigners. Due to the colonial past, Indians were fairly acquainted with English even if they hadn't received formal education so teaching them, especially young children was not that difficult. But teaching a man who had no connection to English...I just wasn't sure. Besides, I didn't expect such a request sonarika accept.

"Please...without English...uhh...Tres difficile...to live here." He replied

"Uhhh...let me think." Sonarika said.

"Ok Jacques. I will teach you." Sonarika replied.After listening this I am angery.but after thinking much I know teaching her passion I cannot stop her teaching someone who needs English language to survive.

"We start after lunch today?" He asked.

"Ummm...okay... "Sonarika replied. I know sonarika had nothing else to do on a boring afternoon so she rather spend time doing what she do best, teach.

I have some different feeling .when I come home sonarika ask me where I gone. I tell her that give some office stuff to accountant.after that she tell me about jack request she give nod to her reqest. That I know everything.

After reaching office I first close my door.open my personal laptop.where I can see my home.beacasue of my friend.one of my friend give me web camera for security purposes. I set up that camera in my hall and bedroom and I have access to watch live my house.but sonarika had no idea about this.

I do my all office work and then watching live streaming of my house then I see my wife doing household works.

It was late in the afternoon when I see in web camera Jacques came to my house. He was wearing a loose white T shirt and a pair of black shorts. His blond hair was still wet from the shower or perhaps the sweat from the unbearable summer heat. He had day a old stubble which complimented his well formed jaw line.

Come Inside. Please sit down." I see sonarika signaled him to sit on the dinning table in the living room.

He sat at the dining table and I see sonarika served him a cold drink and some snacks. He had brought some books along; they were mostly books for foreigners who wanted to learn conversational English, self help books. He also had brought English to French dictionary which would help a lot.

I knew Jacques didn't want to learn the grammar and all the technicality of the language but rather wanted to learn how to speak every day English. So I know sonarika had to change her approach and focus on helping him learn the words, the pronunciation and some basic grammar to get the sentences right.

They were sitting just a couple of feet away from each other.He was speaking after sonarika, the sentences she taught him. He would smile cutely when he fumbled with the words or their pronunciations. He would refer to the dictionary if he didn't know the meaning and he grasped quite a lot for just one session.

What is in your neck?He asked as sonarika placed a cup of tea in front of him and joined him on the dinning table.

this chain on my neck, this is called a Mangalsutra. In India, this is a sign of being married." Sonarika explained, giving him a tit bit on Indian culture.

Are you married?" Sonarika asked him.

"No...but have girlfriend." He replied before flipping his smart phone. He turned the screen towards my wife to show her his girlfriend. I saw a picture of a cute blond in her mid twenties, wearing a nice white turtle neck sweater. Standing next to the girl was Jacques and from the way the photo was clicked, it was evident that it was a 'selfie'.

"You must be missing her." Sonarika asked him.

"Yes...very much." He replied with a tinge of sadness or perhaps loneliness appearing in his eyes.

"She is very beautiful." Sonarika said trying to cheer him up.

He looked at my wife, smiled and nodded and said, "You are also very beautiful." I see sonarika smiled and blushed which surprised me a little. It wasn't that she had been called beautiful the first time. I was surprised that she was blushing like a virgin teenage girl in front of a man over such a simple compliment.

"Thank you." She replied as I brushed aside my thoughts.

"I don't have friends here. Will you be my friend?" He asked and extended his hand at sonarika.

"Yes Jacques. We are friends." Sonarika replied and shook his hand. They smiled at each other and continued talking for a while before he left.

Hi Rhea, I am sorry... I am...uhh...late." Jacques said as he walked over to my wife. I was hiding tree near the jogging track of my colony.

It had been three weeks since sonarika started teaching Jacques and they had become good friends. Apart from teaching him conversational English, I see they talked about a lot of things which not only ended in making them good friends but also improved his command over English.

Apart from English, the common thing about they was their fitness freak nature. I had seen Jacques just once on the jogging track but he told sonarika that he woke up earlier than others to jog since it was calm and peaceful at that hour and that was the only time of the day he could tolerate since it was cooler in the mornings. He invited sonarika to join him for his early morning jogs and she agreed and it had been a few days since we started jogging together and I follow them secretaly.

"It's Okay Jacques. I just came here a couple of minutes ago." She replied as he stood near her. They walked over to the lawn in the middle of the jogging track to do some stretching exercises before they started running.

They were standing a couple of feet away, facing each other. They both started with rotating their arms and wrists. To warm up her legs for the jog, I see sonarika bent down to touch her toes and counted to five before standing back up. Till now Jacques was following her with the exercise but when she stood up I saw him staring at sonarika.

it was only moments later I realized what he had seen.

When sonarika bent down again to touch her toes and this time I looked up at him to see what he was looking at. I saw him staring at my wife, rather her chest. My wife round necked T shirt gave way when she bent down revealing her cleavage. From that angle, he could clearly see my wife cleavage and the black bra which held them in place.

"Mr. Jacques...come back to earth." Sonarika said as she stood up. He was thrown out of his trance when he heard sonarika and stumbled to say something. I think sonarika also know what jack was seeing .he amused at his loss of words and giggled at the awkward moment he was facing. Was it his poor English or his loss of words and face that stopped him from coming up with an explanation but I didn't bother. It wasn't the first time someone had stared at my wife boobs.

I don't know what stopped me from getting upset.

After they were done with stretches, they plugged the headphones to their ears and started the music before they began jogging. They didn't talk much during the jog, rather saving their energy for chats before and after.

I see sonarika was done with her fourth round of the track, I see sonarika focusing only on the music in her ears and the track ahead as she usually did. I saw Jacques jogging just a couple of paces behind her with his attention not on the track ahead but my wife butt. I see sonarika looked at him for a few seconds before he saw sonarika looking at him. This time, he didn't try forging an explanation but rather smiled cheekily.

Again I think she didn't get offended by his open staring at her and any upsetting feeling was shot down by his boyish smile and his dimpled chin. I see she smiled at him coyly to which he smiled even more, his smile showing a sense of relief and jubilation.

In the office I recalled the entire time and with each flashing memory, I was in utter disbelief of my wife actions. She had let a man other than her husband check her out. She didn't say anything to stop when he stared at her cleavage and later when he openly glued his gaze to her butt. What was even more disturbing was that she liked it and silently gave her approval .

A couple of weeks had passed since the day I caught Jacques staring at my wife assets at the jogging track. They would meet everyday in the morning on the track for some stretches and then a few rounds around the track.

Even though I see sonarika caught him stealing glances at her butt and her tits but she said nothing.

It was an unusually hot and humid summer afternoon even for a city like Mumbai. I had just finished eating lunch and was working on my computer in office.then I see my laptop jack was in my home.

What brings you here?" Sonarika asked him as she sat on the couch opposite to his.

"The office is closed today and I had nothing else to do. Uhhh...I have not seen Mumbai, the...Uhh...famous places...uhh..." He said in his thickly accented and broken English.

"Can you show me around? I'd love to see the city. I have not seen the city except on the way to and back from office." He requested, showing his usual boyish reluctance and charm.

Sonarika thought about it for a second.

"Okay...let me get ready and I will meet you at the gate in half an hour." Sonarika replied. He smiled at her and stood up to walk out.

I see Sonarika take her mobile calling someone.then my phone also ringing I see sonarika calling me.

I take call.

Hey Amit are you not busy na I want to tell something.

Sonarika said.

No I am not busy.tell me what you want to tell me.

I am going to shopping with my friends.ok.sonarika said.

Ok.

She cut the call.why she not tell me about she was going with jack. I don't understand that.

When I am in my thoughts there knock on my cabin door.my office boy was there.he tell me that my boss calling me.

In the meeting I have not fully focusing.many thought coming in my mind.after some time meeting ended.when I come to boss cabin .I see rain in outside.

I fastly go my cabin lock my cabin door.open my laptop and started my house web cam live streaming.

I see both sonarika and Jack are come home both are wearing was wearing a white T shirt and faded blue jeans.

I see both are wet because of rain.

I see Sonarika started rubbing he4 hair off all the water and watched as Jacques did the same.

He was sitting on a dinning table chair and wiping his head when I see Sonarika reached over and took his towel from him. She sat on a chair next to him, facing him and started helping him with the drying.

I see she rubbed the towel over his head a few times, and he bobbed his head with her movement. I see sonarika giggled at his childish behavior and continued rubbing it.

"Acchooo...Achoo..." Jacques sneezed. I see Sonarika realized that he was at a risk of catching cold and briskly pulled his wet shirt off his body, but not realizing what she had just done.

She had partially undressed a man, a relative stranger in our living room. A part of me tried to justify that it was for his well being and she was just being a good host but a part of me knew what she was risking.

I see she sat there staring at him, pondering over my wife actions when she realized that he too was staring at me. He moved forward, bringing his face closer to me, his lips came an inch close to her.

I see sonarika kept staring at him as he moved forward gently. I see jack lips gently touch my wife and I see sonarika moved her head back. My heart raced as I realized what had just happened but didn't have the strength to the resolve to stop this.

He moved forward even more, touching his lips to my wife so very gently but still looking at my wife for a sign. I see sonarika didn't react but rather stayed still and perhaps that was the sign jack needed when he closed his lips over sonarika.

I see sonarika closed her eyes as she felt his soft lips on her and his breath flow over them. A few moments of silence passed as they lips locked to one another without moving.

Jack took the initiative and moved his lips. I see sonarika didn't react and didn't move her lips as he kissed her more deeply. I was still, from the surprise, the fear . I see jack gently bunched the wet hair at the back of Sonarika head and pulled her close.

I see sonarika kissed him back and their kiss started getting intense. Their lips munched on each other and their pulses quickened as they make out session played out in the living room.

I see Without breaking the kiss, Jacques pulled sonarika chair closer to his; bring her closer to him before focusing back on the kiss. I see sonarika placed one hand on his thigh and the other on the arm rest of the chair.

He had one hand on my wife shoulder and the other behind my wife head.

He pulled sonarika out of his chair and into his lap and I see sonarika did so without uttering a single word and this time I see she grabbed him and kissed him. I see sonarika held his head in her hands and he held her in his arms as they smooched like a newly dating .

I see jack hand gently cup my wife breast and I see sonarika moaned in pleasure and protest at the speed and way things were heading. But I see sonarika didn't say anything further and kept kissing him even more as his hand squeezed my wife breast before tweaking my wife nipple.

I see Jacques swiftly pulled my wife shirt over her head and I see sonarika simply raised her arms to let him. Once the wet T shirt was off, they got back to kissing and he simultaneously started mauling my wife breasts.

I see jack hand slowly creped up behind my wife and I see it on the bra strap. He clicked it open and was about to pull it off before I heard my wife cell phone ring and pulled away from him to attend the call; I thanking god for the timely phone call before things got out of hand.

But I wrong I noticed he wasn't looking at my wife i he was looking at my wife bare breasts! The cell phone rang the moment he unhooked my wife sleeveless bra and in a hurry to get away from him, she didn't realize this and voila, he saw her naked, well partially naked but that is no consolation.

She was standing in front of him, talking to someone uncovered breasts for him to gawk at without realizing it herself. That's some fucked up shit right there!

When she realized she cut the phone and run back inside the bedroom and I see Jacques laughing loudly.

I see sonarika simply grabbed a towel and tied it around her chest and walked out to the living room. Jacques was standing at the door, about to leave.

"Now we are even Rhea." He said before laughing out loudly. All I see was sonarika cringe in embarrassment. He opened the door and walked out.