Matthew went with his wife to the in-law's house that Friday for dinner and drinks, and what ensued that evening was easily the craziest thing he had ever done. It was risky, too. Which means it was stupid. It was something that a couple of horny teenagers would try, and yet two middle-aged adults did it? Dumb.
He and his sister-in-law, Priya, had one iron-clad condition in having their affair. They were to take no risks. Zero. If there was a one percent chance of their getting caught, then they had agreed that they wouldn't take the risk. They agreed on this. Neither could, or would, get out of their marriage. There were cultural pressures and family happiness and the feelings of many people to consider. The two of them had a bond that they knew beyond a shadow of a doubt went beyond just friends and sex. Perhaps if they had met a couple of years earlier they would be married, instead of Priya to Raj and Matthew to Zoe. But they didn't. They met and fell in love with other people.
Matthew had fallen for Zoe, but when he met Priya after dating Zoe for three months...the impact was immediate. He ignored those early feelings, since Priya had recently married and Zoe was a wonderful woman. It wasn't until two years later, when Priya moved into their neighborhood, that Matthew had realized that his feelings for his sister-in-law were more than just a harmless crush. And a couple of years after that it was clear that he was in love with her. But what could he do at that point? She wasn't going to leave a husband and child. Not in that culture. And certainly not to run off with her sister's husband!
Priya had similar early feelings for Matthew. But, as it was with him, she could do nothing about it. She had chosen her path. Her family hadn't arranged her marriage...but it was close enough. She had hit thirty with no prospects in sight. Raj was in a similar situation. They hit it off well enough, as much as one could "hit it off" with a man who doesn't speak. So she married him. And, over time, grew fond of him. She even loved him. But... Matthew. In Matthew she finally found that spark. That excitement. And now that they were seeing each other, she couldn't stop thinking of him.
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Priya was looking phenomenal that night. She always looked incredible when she wore a little makeup around her gorgeous eyes, and her hair was back in a short ponytail. She was wearing a tight, white long-sleeved sweater and jeans. The house was very warm so she did not have socks on, and her cute feet had dark-red nail polish on her toes.
All three sisters were there, along with their mother, and all the husbands of course. Not to mention a couple of young children running around.
It was a busy house that night to say the least, but he did manage to get Priya alone -- if only for a moment. She was coming out of the bathroom upstairs and he was going in. It was dark, as the small function was downstairs on the main floor. He hadn't seen her since they made love on Monday afternoon. They smiled at each other as she slipped her arms around his neck and he slipped his around her waist. He kissed her smiling lips, pulling her close. She slipped a tongue into his mouth as he slid his hands down to her ass over her jeans. He squeezed her soft cheeks as their tongues rubbed against one another. Their breathing deepened as they kissed more urgently, her tongue explored deep inside his mouth before they broke the kiss for a moment.
Matthew looked into Priya's sparkling eyes. Her big dark eyes were beautifully highlighted by black eyeliner and mascara. He wanted her. Badly. She smiled at him, and that gorgeous smile did nothing to help matters. Her chest was heaving with desire.
"I missed you." She said quietly.
"Gawd," Matthew breathed, "I missed you, too." And with that, the two lovers kissed again, lips smacking, their spouses just down the stairs. They kissed heavily as he backed her against the wall of the hallway. His hand went up to her breast over her shirt, squeezing the soft mound. She sighed into his mouth as tingles shot down to her crotch. Her tongue slipped into his mouth and his heart fluttered as it teased against his. He could taste her saliva as he gently sucked on her tongue. He gave her breast another lustful squeeze and she exhaled softly into his mouth. He sucked on her upper lip and it echoed shockingly loud in the dark hall.
Suddenly, they heard footsteps on the stairs. The two broke apart hurriedly and he darted into the bathroom and shut the door. Priya went down the stairs, innocently passing her father.
Matthew ran into Priya on his way out of the washroom again about two hours later. This time it was the downstairs/recroom bathroom. By this point, most of the family was drunk. Even Priya, who rarely drank. This caused some inhibitions to be lost. She and Raj were planning on spending the night there and she had just changed into a white t-shirt and blue and white pajama bottoms. Her hair was still back in a clip. His heart fluttered. When her hair was back like that, her entire face was highlighted. She was a very pretty woman.
She didn't hesitate a single second. She went right to him, slipping her arms around his neck and her searching mouth finding his. The advantage to using the downstairs washroom as opposed to the one upstairs was the fact that there was a door at the top of the stairs. If someone were to come, the music that was muted would suddenly come at them in a roar. It was like their own security system - a five- or ten-second warning. Had it been the upstairs washroom there would be no such safeguard.
Matthew's hands went straight for her ass, clearly feeling it through the thin material of her pajama bottoms as he shot his tongue into her mouth. He could taste the alcohol on her breath, but he didn't mind. After all -- it was Priya. Her tongue swirled far into his mouth, and she pressed her lithe body against him. He slid his hands into the back of her pants and right into her panties, feeling her smooth, bare ass. He loved the cool skin and his hands circled her globes, giving them a squeeze as her soft mouth sucked at him.
"Mmmm..." Priya let out a soft purr. She was breathing heavily into his mouth, and she could feel the bulge pressing against her stomach suddenly grow firm. A tingle went through her. She was a little fuzzy in the head and the buzzing deep inside her was constant. Her heart pounded with love. Yes, love. With intoxication came honesty. She loved this man and craved the firmness of his kiss. She loved the way his strong hands squeezed her bum. No other man's hands had done that in years. She did not object when Matthew slowly slid his one hand around to the front of her body while keeping it inside her pants. And in fact, a surge of arousal shot through her.
