Previous Part: Romantic Hot Wife, Priya – Part 1
In Goa, Priya and Yash went to the beach together. They hugged each other tightly and also kissed. It looked very romantic, with waves coming and palm trees around. But that night, nothing more happened between them. Just hugs and kisses only.
After some time, Priya came back to our hotel room. We both slept normally.
The next morning, I woke up late because of tiredness from the trip. Yash had an urgent meeting, so he had to leave early.
Priya went to see him off right there in the hotel lobby. She gave him a quick goodbye, maybe a small hug also. Then Yash left for his meeting.
I felt very sad inside. I was hoping something would happen between Priya and Yash last night, but nothing did. My heart was heavy with that feeling. After that, we checked out and came back to our home in Bangalore from Goa.
The next day, I went to my office as usual. Priya went to her hospital for duty. The whole day I was thinking about that Goa beach scene – Priya hugging and kissing Yash. My mind was not at work, but somehow, I finished.
In the evening, when I came home from the office, I saw Priya waiting for me. She was looking so beautiful – wearing a loose saree, pallu slipping a little, hair open, light makeup. Ayyo, my heart stopped for a second! I was completely awestruck, just staring at her.
She smiled and said, “Sanjay, take me out for dinner tonight, please.” How can anyone say no when she looks like that? I said yes immediately. We got ready and went to the Marriott hotel. We sat in a nice corner, ordered food, and started eating.
While eating, I could not control myself. I asked her softly, “Priya, tell me na, what really happened on the beach that night with Yash?”
She became shy at once. Her cheeks turned red, she looked down and said, “Shut up, stupid!” but with a sweet smile. Then she looked at me with love in her eyes and said, “I love you so much for calling Yash to Goa on my birthday. You made it special.”
I felt happy hearing that, but inside there was also that small jealous feeling mixed with excitement. Dinner finished, we came home, but my mind was still on the beach.
I asked her curiously, “Did you like that, baby? You guys are going to meet again, or what? What all did you both speak about? When are you both meeting next? Tell me, na.”
She immediately said, “No, Kanna, why would I do that? It was just a kiss that night on the beach with Yash, that’s all. Nothing more. Now I don’t have any feelings for him at all. I am married, Kanna. I can’t do such things. Don’t ever think like that, please. I cannot live without you, Sanju. I am really sorry. I made a mistake.”
Saying this, her voice started cracking. She became very sad, and tears started coming properly. She was feeling so guilty.
Then I pulled her close and said softly, “Arre baby, why are you crying like this? There is nothing wrong with that. Listen to me properly. We are going to be together lifelong, okay? Whatever happens between us, nothing can separate us. Not that kiss, not anything. You are my baby, only mine. Stop crying now, my jaan.”
She hugged me tightly, still sobbing a little, “You really don’t mind, Sanju?”
I kissed her forehead and said, I love you more than anything. She nodded slowly, wiping her tears, “Only you, Kanna. Forever.
After that, we watched a hot romantic movie together. The mood was perfect, and we had amazing sex. Really great one, full of love and passion.
Then life became routine again. I went to office daily, came home tired. Priya went to the hospital for her duty and came back home. Normal husband-wife life, nothing special.
But in between, I started watching so many hotwife videos and reading stories online. I couldn’t forget that beach kiss in Goa – Yash and my wife. That scene kept coming to my mind again and again. I started thinking. What if something more happens between them?
I wanted to see or feel something like that. But deep down, I knew nothing was going to happen. Priya is very loyal to me. She won’t do anything like that. She loves me too much.
So after some days, I forced myself to stop thinking about all that. I told myself – enough now, Sanju. Life is going fine, be happy with what you have. Slowly, that thinking faded away.
Then one day, I got a wedding invitation from my engineering college friend. He is getting married in Rajasthan – a full destination wedding. Three days of functions – sangeet, wedding, everything. He invited both of us. I became super excited like a small kid!
Finally, I can meet all my college gang after so long. Especially my best friend, Nishant. He went to the US for higher studies right after college. He didn’t even come to my marriage. Now, after so many years, I will meet him. I was jumping with happiness.
I ran to Priya and told her everything like a child. “Baby, see! Nishant is coming! My best friend! I will meet him after so long. I will ask him to stay with us in our flat for 15 days, okay? Is it fine with you?”
She smiled, seeing me so happy, and said, “Arre kanna, why would I stop you? You are looking so happy after many days. I will be very happy if you are happy. No problem at all. Call him, let him stay as long as he wants.”
Saying this, she came close, hugged me tight and gave a sweet kiss on my lips. “Be happy like this always, my Sanju,” she said softly. Then she asked, “When are we going to Rajasthan?”
I said, “Day after tomorrow only!”
She opened her eyes wide – “OMG! No time at all! I have to go to the parlour right now. Hair, threading, everything… Kanna, bye!”
She quickly took her purse, gave me one more flying kiss and ran out of the house. I just stood there smiling, feeling so lucky to have such a sweet wife.
So finally, the big day came. We left for Rajasthan. The hotel was amazing – a full 7-star, grand welcome in pure Rajasthani style with band-baaja, flowers, and everything. Felt like a king.
I met all my old college friends there. I proudly introduced my wife, Priya, to everyone and their wives also. In no time, the girls became friends, chatting and laughing. I felt so happy seeing all this.
But I was searching for Nishant everywhere. Then someone told me his flight got delayed, and he will reach only tomorrow night for the sangeet. The next day, Sangeet night party. Everyone got ready and looked super nice. Then I saw my wife. My god, she looked like a total goddess!
She wore a shiny blue backless saree, with only a thin thread at the back, a low-waist blouse showing her curves perfectly. She was looking so damn hot, I couldn’t take my eyes off her.
I went straight to her, held her hand, and took her to the stage where everyone was doing salsa and romantic dances. We danced very closely, romantically. I pulled her near, and we kissed each other softly. She was smiling so happily.
Then I told her, “Baby, it’s time now. I have to receive Nishant at the lobby. You enjoy yourself with friends, okay? I’ll be back soon.”
She said, “Okay, Kanna, go fast. I’m having fun here.”
I went to the hotel lobby. Nishant finally came. He was so happy and surprised to see me after so many years. We hugged tight like brothers. I showed him his room, he freshened up quickly, changed into party clothes, and we both went to the sangeet area.
As soon as we started walking, he said, “You idiot! You didn’t even introduce Bhabhi to me yet. Wait, I will tell all your college secrets to her!” We both laughed a lot. We reached the party area. I was looking around but couldn’t see Priya immediately.
I told him, “She must be somewhere dancing. I will introduce her later. First tell me about your life in US yaar. Any girlfriend there? How many girls have you slept with till now?” We were talking about all the naughty and fun things.
He said, “Arre no yaar, no girlfriend. Busy schedule only – job, parties sometimes, that’s it. If I find someone good, I will tell you first.”
Then suddenly he stopped and said, “Dude, Sanjay, look at her! My god, what a sexy girl! Oh god, I would fuck her if I got a chance. See, man, her navel, her curves! I want to marry a girl like her!” I laughed and said, “Nishant, I am already married and committed; you carry on, bro.”
I didn’t know which girl he was staring at. He kept looking in that direction for a long time. Then suddenly he panicked, “Oh shit! I think she saw me staring. She is coming towards us! Oh, shit man!”
I turned around, and I was stunned. It was Priya! She was coming to our table to call me for a dance. After a small pause, I introduced, “Priya, this is my best friend, Nishant. Nishant, this is my wife, Priya.”
Nishant was in full shock. He silently mouthed “sorry” to me. Priya smiled sweetly, shook hands with him, and said, “Hi, Nishant! Sanjay talks about you all the time – your friendship, college stories, everything. Finally happy to meet you!”
We three talked for some time, laughing and all. Then Priya said, “Come, both of you, to the dance floor, na!” Nishant hesitated a bit, “No, no, I don’t dance much.” But Priya didn’t listen. She held my hand in one and Nishant’s hand in the other, and dragged both of us to the dance floor forcefully.
First, Priya and I danced together romantically. Nishant was standing and cheering for us. Then Priya called him, “Arre Nishant, it’s your friend’s wedding! Come and dance, man, don’t be shy!” She pulled him in. Now we three started dancing together – a fun, group dance, and everyone was enjoying.
After some time, I went to get a drink. When I turned back to the dance floor, my heart started beating fast. Priya and Nishant were dancing close. Her backless saree, his hands sometimes touching her hand, her navel, her bare back while doing dance steps, without knowing.
From afar, they looked like a perfect couple. Suddenly, both of them looked at me, smiled, and waved, “Sanju! Come na, join us!” I went there with my heart still racing. I also joined them and danced with both. We had fun. Finally, the party went on late into the night. We all went to our rooms and slept.
That night, after the party, I felt so jealous. I don’t know why exactly. But my mind kept replaying the dance floor scene – only Priya and Nishant dancing close. His hands were touching her back, her navel, everything. I imagined them alone like that, and it made my heart heavy.
I tossed and turned the whole night and couldn’t sleep properly. But morning came. Priya woke up early, got ready, looked fresh, made hot coffee for me, and came to bed with a smile.
“Kanna, wake up! Coffee ready. I’m going to the wedding venue with my friends now. You also get ready fast-fast, no time yaar!”
She bent down, gave me a sweet kiss on the lips, and left. I felt better seeing her normal and happy. I got ready in no time, picked Nishant from his room, and we both went to the wedding. The marriage happened beautifully – full rituals, everyone giving blessings, lots of photos, masti. It was so emotional and fun.
After the wedding, three days later, everyone started leaving for their cities. We all became good friends again – my college gang, their wives, and even Priya made some nice friends there.
Finally, only Priya, I, and Nishant were left at the hotel. I told him, “Yaar, now come to Bangalore na. Stay with us for some days in our flat. It will be fun!”
But Nishant said, “First, I have to go to my parents’ house, meet them after so long. After that, I will definitely come to your place, promise.”
Then Priya also joined, “Nishant, you must come to our home. Minimum 15 days, compulsory! My husband will be super happy if you come. We will take good care of you.”
Nishant smiled big, “Okay, okay, I’m staying in India for two months only. Definitely, I will come to your house.”
He gave me a tight hug, then a friendly hug to Priya also. We all laughed and said bye-bye. Then we went to the airport, boarded our flight back to Bangalore. In the flight, Priya was so excited, telling me everything.
“Kanna, what a wedding! So grand. And Nishant is so kind and cute, na. You both met after so many years, and I saw how much you enjoyed it. When he comes to our home, I will make him stay more than one month, just for my husband’s happiness.”
I just smiled, listening to her. But inside, my mind was thinking – what will happen after Nishant comes? Will they both get close or something? Then I told myself, “Arre Sanju, you are thinking unnecessarily. Nothing like that will happen. Priya is loyal.”
After reaching Bangalore, life was normal again. One night, I was alone scrolling and saw an MFM video online. My heart started racing fast. That fantasy came back strongly – I badly wanted something like that to happen, I don’t know why. The thought was making me crazy.
That same night, Priya and I had really good sex again. Passionate, intense, full of love. We both slept happily after that. But deep inside, that feeling was still there waiting.
Then the day finally came. It was Friday evening. I went to the airport to pick up Nishant. As soon as he came out, we hugged tight like old times. I drove him straight to our flat in Bangalore. Priya was already ready at home, looking pretty in a simple salwar kameez.
She welcomed Nishant with a big smile and aarti-thali like proper desi style. “Welcome home, Nishant,” she said sweetly. Nishant felt so touched, he said, “Bhabhi, this feels like my own home. Thank you so much!”
We all sat in the living room, chatted for some time – college memories, US life, funny stories. Priya went to the kitchen and prepared a nice hot dinner for us – roti, dal, paneer sabzi, rice, raita, everything homemade. We sat for dinner.
Nishant took one bite, and his eyes widened. “Bhabhi, this food is amazing! Seriously, so tasty. Sanju, you are really a lucky man, yaar. I wish I had a wife who cooks like this!”
I laughed playfully and said, “Arre, what’s there in this? Normal cooking only.”
Priya made a cute, angry face and said, “Oh, really? Someone should learn how to praise his wife properly, like how Nishant is doing. You don’t like my cooking, na? Fine, from today, this is only for Nishant. Come on, Nishant, whatever you say, I will make it for you every day. Don’t hesitate to ask!”
We both burst out laughing. Nishant was like, “Bhabhi, you are too sweet!”
I quickly said, “Sorry, baby, sorry! It was awesome, really. Best food ever.” Then I pulled her close and gave her a quick kiss on the cheek right in front of Nishant.
Nishant put his hand on his heart dramatically and said, “Uff, love birds! I can’t handle this much romance. Get a room, you two!” We all laughed again, finished dinner happily, and the evening felt so warm and fun like family.
Then Priya showed Nishant his room. She opened the door and said, “This is your room, Nishanth. The bed is ready, and fresh towels are there. Make yourself comfortable.”
Nishant smiled and said, “Thanks, Bhabhi, perfect!”
Priya turned to both of us and said, “Tomorrow we will go out somewhere nice, okay? And on Sunday, I have booked Wonderla tickets for all three of us! Full day fun. Now both of you are very tired from travelling, so go to sleep early. Good night!”
Nishant said, “Wow, Wonderla? Super excited, bhabhi! Good night, Sanju, good night, bhabhi.”
He went inside his room and closed the door. Then Priya and I went to our bedroom. My beautiful baby changed into her soft night dress – a simple cotton one, looking so cute and sexy at the same time.
I went near her, pulled her close, and hugged her tight from behind. We romanced a little – I kissed her neck, cuddled her warmly, hands roaming softly. She smiled and said, “Kanna, enough now… sleep time.” But she also hugged me back.
We both felt happy and cosy. After some sweet cuddling, we switched off the light and slept peacefully in each other’s arms.
Thank you for reading the story. Please comment if you like this story for encouragement, and the next episode will be more romantic.