My Wife and Her Hot Friend

Chapter two

Grabbing my hand, Reema tugged hard at it. 'Come, baby, I made you your favorite dish. And I want you to meet someone special.' she said, excited, almost trotting through the door. I followed her wondering who this person might be. I haven't seen her so happy since long. Although I was in no mood to socialize—I was too tired and hungry—I decided to be warm to the person for my wife's sake.

Standing at almost six feet, the woman who just stood up to greet us was a stunning beauty; she could easily star in a Hollywood movie. Fair, flawless face with light red lip-stick on her thin lips and dark, shoulder-length hair, she was the kind of person you wouldn't miss in a huge crowd. She'd stand out, her beauty alone enough to make that happen. An incredible combination of voluptuous bust, a slim, tall figure, and a striking face: she was graceful in every way. Perfect in every way except for the way she looked at me. She looked into my eyes, a knowing smile spreading on her slim jaw. That piercing stare. Something was not right about her. About her friendship with my wife. But what?

I fumbled at the entrance like a nervous puppy but then regained my composure. It's just a person. A hot person! But still a person, nonetheless. She looked so out of place in this humble middle-class house. Her white crop top revealed most of her torso barely covering her bust; her waist temptingly narrow, her navel buttery smooth. Dawdling towards her I wondered who she was and what she was doing here.

'Sasha, this is my husband, Anurag,' my wife made the introductions, her tiny arm wrapped tightly, even painfully, around my bulky one, 'Anu, baby, this is my friend, Sasha. She was at the Gathering. We met after a long time ... Very long time! She's now a famous model.' I extended my arm expecting her to shake it but she stepped forward and wrapped her arms around my neck and gave me a tight hug. 'Nice to meet you, Anurag.' She said softly in my ear, enunciating my name like a lover would. It was as if we were close friends. She took me by surprise. Was this normal? Maybe it was — in her circle. She continued to speak into my ear. 'So you are the lucky guy I've been dying to meet! You have no idea how many guys were after your wife. No idea!' Was that a compliment or an insult? I awkwardly patted her back and mumbled 'thanks'. Her hug took me by surprise for sure, but what she said hurt me. I've always felt inadequate, insecure even. Although I knew Reema loved me dearly, I always felt that she could have done better. A lot better. 'I always wondered who'd get to marry Reema, she's lovely, isn't she?' 'Yes, she is.' I muttered, my voice sounded broken and dry.

I wanted to push the woman away, but her breasts were pressed against me, her hands tightly wrapped around my neck. She smelled wonderful, probably an expensive perfume. I just stood there both repulsed and attracted to her. My hand was on the small of her back feeling her smooth, soft skin. It's inappropriate! She's your wife's friend. Your wife, who's standing beside you!

With great difficulty, I broke away from her. She looked at me, a mild wonder showing in her face. There was some strange chemistry between us. Some irresistible pull. Our eyes were locked in a passionate gaze. Her eyes meant business; her smile was like something I have never seen before. There was tension in the air: the way my wife grasped my arm as soon as Sasha let go of me; the confident, almost admiring smile on this beautiful stranger's face. It all made me feel uneasy, a bothersome flutter rising in my gut. Something is strange about this woman. 'He seems like a nice guy,' Sasha nodded at Reema as though giving her approval, 'you are lucky.' Reema beamed at her before looking at me. Her smile grew wider, her grip tightened painfully around my arm.

'We were besties back in college, but then we lost touch after graduation.' Reema spoke in a high pitch, too excited to contain herself. 'We were so close and good together, Anu, baby. People even thought we were lovers.' She paused to giggle. 'Our classmates and staff used to say if Sasha were a guy, he'd definitely marry me.' She didn't stop there. 'Sasha is now a successful model and even runs her own boutique. She's brilliant. And, of course, damn gorgeous, no?' she almost panted when she finished. She looked like an innocent kid showing off her new drawing. 'Come on, Reema, you are embarrassing me.' Sasha said as she involuntarily brushed a strand of hair off her face. Then she turned to look at me with that same piercing gaze. My heart leapt into my mouth. Her smile was warm, but her eyes showed something different. Envy?