This is the story about my affair with best friend’s wife in Bangalore. It’s a bit long story, please bear with me.My friend’s name is Mani and ...is wife name is Nitya. Mani is little stout and short guy. Both of them are from Chennai and working in IT. I attended their marriage and was celebrated in a five star hotel. When I went to attend their wedding reception I was eagerly waiting to see her. She was bit dusky, but expressive eyes and amazing structure. But she was looking very attractive. A scarf ... a tube of fancy bubble bath crystals ... a pair of ankle high insulated slippers, for wintertime. Cindy had actually given her a very nice silk blouse. She admired it again as she hung it in the closet. She'd have to make sure John didn't talk to Cindy about the dildo. She didn't think he would. Cindy intimidated him. She was beautiful, out of John's league, and he knew it. She also exuded self confidence. Cindy knew men like John lusted after her, and undressed her with their eyes,. , they watched the Tv together, chatted for a while, the men holding coffee for the women to sip, pieces of cake for elevenses, and again at dinner feeding the pair with a light meal they had prepared. Not once did they ask for or receive anything sexual which to the women was strange and out of character, at about 2 pm Gloria said she needed to pee, Peter shrugged, and told her he would hold the door for her to go outside, this he did, ushering her outside where just then Stephen was getting. At first I didn't know what to do, it was like the world had been turned upside down. Well I may be exaggerating a bit but it was really upsetting and strange. In the end I read some old home improvement magazines, but it wasn't the same. I really missed my paper.I could feel the rage building up in me. I used to have a fierce temper but after I got married I thought I had calmed down. All that rage had just been bottling up, waiting to be released. Jack and Jill, they are my children, noticed.