Preface- Taking a break from my "Indian Wife Gone Bad" series for a few days.

Writer's block of sorts. No point in continuing the story for the heck of it, if the quality
falters, right? Meanwhile, I have started on a different story. It is also a wife story, but
it varies from the other series. Firstly, the wife is not really slut per se, at least not
initially, and the build-up here will be slower. The husband here is not a wimpy
cuckold, but someone experimental and confident who takes charge of the situation.
And like I said, the build-up is slower. I must clarify at the outset, that there won't be
as much wham-bam action, gangbangs, kinkiness, BDSM, and all that in this story.
This is meant to be a simpler and a more, well, "realistic" story if there can be such a
thing. Hope you like it. Read on.

My name is Gautam. I am 30 years old, and I work in a big manufacturing firm. Until
a few months back, I used to work in a factory in Delhi as a senior manager, but then
I got promoted. The company chose me to go set up and head a new manufacturing
plant in a remote rural area. So I went there, accompanied by my wife, Bela.

Bela is 24 years old, and we got married two years ago. Ours was an arranged
marriage. Bela is from my community, and was chosen by my parents. She grew up
in a small town in Uttar Pradesh, and is quite conservative, quiet and very shy. In
many ways, she is the traditional Indian wife. She is a housewife, spends most of her
time in housework, knitting, watching hindi soap operas, and listens to everything I
say. No matter how much I insist, she refuses to eat before I have eaten, which
makes me feel very guilty whenever I have to stay at work later than usual. She also
does not have any friends of her own, and her life completely revolves around me.

That makes me very uncomfortable. I grew up in Delhi, so all female friends as well
as girlfriends I had before marriage were assertive, self-confident and focused on
their careers. In fact my last girlfriend and I broke up because she moved to
Bangalore because of career reasons and we could not handle a long distance
relationship. So finally, tired of relationships gone bad, I agreed to my parents
pestering me for an arranged marriage. When I first met Bela at her parents' place in
her small town, I was smitten by her beauty and grace. I was also mindful of the
career reasons ending my last relationship, so I actually liked the idea of a
housewife. And a simple and obedient one like Bela.

After marriage, Bela fit in very well with the family. We lived with my parents in Delhi,
and she was very caring and respectful towards them. And took upon herself a lot of
the housework that my mom used to do. Initially I was happy with this. I could not
imagine my firebrand ex-girlfriend ever being this homely, and it was nice to have a
wife who gave so much deference to my parents. She read newspapers and books
to my father who has bad eyes, did most of the cooking, and got along well with
other relatives too. And she seemed very happy and content with our life.

I on the other hand, started getting a bit annoyed by it all. I felt as if my wife was
mine only for a few hours. The rest of the time, I had to share her with my parents
and other relatives who kept dropping in. The only privacy we got was at night in the
bedroom. Ah, the bedroom. In the bedroom, things were quite good. Nothing wild or
rollicking like with my ex, but good. Bela had been a virgin until our wedding night, as

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the blood on the sheet showed. She was initially hesitant and shy about sex, but was
gradually coming around to enjoying it. She was still shy about telling me what she
liked, but I had more or less managed to gauge her pretty well. For the first few
weeks, she was dead opposed to the idea of giving or getting oral sex. But
eventually I coaxed her and trained her into giving me some pretty good blowjobs.
And although she'd never admit it to me, she loved it when I went down on her.

So things were OK in bed, and Bela was a great fit with my family, but I craved for
some actual privacy. I could not just get up and rent a separate house for the two of
us without any reason, because my parents would have felt hurt. But I really wished I
could. Which is why I was elated when the company promoted me, and wanted to
send me far from Delhi to set up and head the new manufacturing plant. It gave me a
valid reason to live alone with my wife.

There were tearful goodbyes when we were leaving. It was as if a bride was leaving
her parents' house. A lot of relatives also came to bid us farewell, actually Bela more
than me. I had never mixed much with any of my relatives and many of them often
commented about how Bela seems a lot closer to them in just a couple of years than
I had been over my lifetime. So we said goodbye to the whole family and went to the
small village of Hingpur.

The village itself was tiny, and did not have any housing suitable for us. So the
company had built a couple of houses for me and some of the others who would be
working with me, on the outskirts of the village and a couple of km from the factory
site. When we went there, at the very outset, we were the only people living there.
Bela took on the responsibility of turning that house into a home with great zeal. We
went to the closest town to get a lot of furniture and other things, and very soon what
had just been a few rooms with bare walls, became a full fledged home.

From the outside, it seemed like a desolate place, with nothing but a few empty
houses behind us. There was barren and hilly land all around us, with some shrubs
and trees and nothing much. Inside the house however, things were very different.
Fully furnished and decorated, with a well-stocked kitchen, and with aromas of food
or incense wafting around. The company offered to hire a servant for us, but Bela
refused saying that a washing machine was enough for the laundry, and since it was
just the two of us, there wasn't too much work anyway.

The best part of this new job was that my work hours were flexible. I just had to go
for a few hours to inspect the construction and set-up of the manufacturing plant. But
beyond that, until the factory became fully functional, I didn't have much to do. Which
was great for Bela and my sex life. We started having sex more and more often. In
the morning, afternoon, evening and if course night. Bela was still a bit shy in bed,
but she was enjoying herself more and more. I also noticed that she started moaning
and yelling during sex, something she told me she always controlled in Delhi, lest my
parents hear us.

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Bela also started talking a lot more, which I loved. She was still very deferential to
me, but I started learning more about her likes and dislikes. I actually started feeling
like I had a wife, not a glorified maid.

One thing that had always struck me as odd was how one-dimensional Bela's
wardrobe was. She almost always wore saris. And the few times she did not wear
saris, she wore salwar-kameez. She did not own any western clothes at all. So once,
I brought this topic up, asking if she only wore Indian clothes. And she shyly said that
she used to wear jeans and trousers when she was in college in her small town, but
her mother said it would be inappropriate to wear them as a housewife, so she had
left them behind when we got married.

I laughed and said we should buy her some new clothes. The next weekend we went
to the closest town and bought Bela some tshirts, tops, jeans, trousers, capris and
shorts. Getting her to buy shorts was a bit of a task. First she refused, saying she
would feel uncomfortable wearing shorts, especially in such rural settings. I told her
she could just wear them at home, and reminded her how remote our house was.
She finally agreed, but uncomfortably. In fact when she tried on the shorts in the trial
room, she refused to come out and show me how they looked, because the shop-
keeper would see her bare legs. And these weren't skimpy shorts. Loose ones that
went to her knees. But even that made her uncomfortable. She just came out,
changing into her regular clothes and told me the shorts fit.

When we went home, I had her model all the clothes for me, which she did, giggling
all the time. From then on, Bela started wearing western clothes in the house
regularly. Later, she even admitted that it was a relief to wear them, because the hot
weather really made her uncomfortable under the heavy saris and salwar kameez. In
a few weeks, she got comfortable in those clothes, and when I took her for another
shopping trip, she did not mind me buying shorter skirts and skimpier shorts, along
with some tanktops. This time too, she tried them on locked in the changing room
without coming out, not wanting to give the guys in the store a look.

One thing I forgot to mention was that we often went for walks in the evening in the
barren countryside. Close to sunset, the cooler breeze would pick up, and the
austere landscape would look beautiful in the twilight. Bela always wore saris or
salwar kameez on these walks. When I tried to convince her to wear something
western, she always said that it would look weird if some of the villagers saw us. But
we were in such a remote location that we had yet to encounter a single human
being on our walks. So as we left the store, I decided to have Bela dress a bit more
boldly for our next walk.

The next evening when I suggested that she should wear shorts and a t-shirt, she
refused, but it was a weak refusal. I reminded her that we had not run into a soul so
far, and even if we did, so what? Bela eventually agreed, and we went for a walk,
with her wearing her loosest and longest shorts, and her loosest t-shirt. She seemed
very self-conscious at first, but gradually got used to it. From then on, she started
regularly wearing western clothing for our walks.

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As time progressed, she even let her clothes get shorter and skimpier....by her
standards of course. Some of you might laugh at the thought of a woman wearing a
tank-top and a knee-length skirt outdoors being considered risque or bold. But for my
small town shy wife, it was a big deal. In a few days, she almost stopped wearing
saris and salwar kameez altogether, wearing them only when we had to go shopping
or go watch a movie. Even for those occasions, she often started wearing jeans and
t-shirts. At home, she was always in shorts or skirts.

Our sex life was getting a wee bit raunchier too. Bela now started making the first
move quite frequently. Often I'd be sitting watching TV and she'd get done with
cooking, walk to me, take off her top and straddle me. Sometimes she'd kneel in
front of me, take out my dick and start sucking it. During sex, she started saying
things like "yes, right there" or "harder, faster" or "yes, that speed is perfect". She
started taking the initiative in changing positions during sex. And best of all, she
started shaving her pussy regularly.

All this meant that we'd be in a heightened state of arousal most of the time that we
were home. There would be a lot of cuddling, kissing, fondling, and of course actual
sex. So once when I had gone to the town alone, I bought some porn CDs. When I
showed them to my wife, I expected her to at least feign some shock or disgust, but
instead, she was very intrigued. She admitted that she had seen a couple of porn
films with some of her (female) friends in college, but when I started playing one of
the CDs, she looked shocked and said these were way more explicit. I then realized
that she had only seen some softcore porn.

In one of the porn CDs, the girl and her boyfriend are on a hike, and they start
making out right there in the open, and end up having sex on the grass. Bela
seemed to have liked this one a lot. So it gave me an idea. The next day when we
went for a walk, I pulled her into my arms and kissed her. She resisted, saying, what
if someone sees us? I told her to shut up, and that no one has ever come here. So
she agreed and we kissed.

For the next couple of days, we kissed regularly, and Bela again seemed to be
getting into the groove of things, often taking the initiative of kissing me. So I pushed
it up a notch. The next time when we kissed, I slipped my hands into her shorts and
fondled her lovely ass. She did not object at all, which I liked. I then put my hand up
her top and massaged her bra-covered boobs, which she also seemed to like.

I was about to try something else, but Bela whispered into my ears that she was
getting very horny and we should go home right away and have sex. I obliged, and
we almost sprinted home and had some great sex.

In the next few days, our walks got more and more interesting. I started slipping my
hands into Bela's clothes regularly and for long durations, and she did not protest.
One day I went further and slid her shorts and panties down to around her thighs,
exposing her butt. She immediately reached to pull them up, but I held her hands

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and said there's no one around. She stopped struggling, and stayed in my embrace,
the evening sun beating down on her exposed and lovely butt.

I then reached down and started fingering her, only to notice she was already wet.
That delighted me and I fingered her for a while, making her cum right there in my
arms. After that I let her pull her shorts up and we continued our walk. The next day,
when it was time for our walk, Bela asked me,

"Are you going to....do that again?"

"Do what?" I asked, feigning ignorance.

"You know." she said looking down shyly "What you did yesterday."

"What did I do yesterday?" I said, wanting her to say it out loud.

"Slip my shorts down and expose my butt." she said blushing.

"Hmm... why do you ask? Do you not want me to do it again?" I asked

"You're my husband. Whatever you want is fine. I was just thinking that if you are
going to do it, I'll wear a skirt. It'll be easier to cover up in case someone walks by."
she said.

"Great idea, Bela!" I said.

So she wore a skirt. Not too short. Hemline about 2 inches above her knee. But it
was pleated, so it gave me good access. When we reached a remote spot, I reached
under her skirt and took her panties off. She was blushing, but did not protest. I then
held her skirt up with one hand and fingered her with another. From then on, she
started going for the walks in skirts and without any panties on. She also started
wearing only tank-tops and her t-shirts were confined to the closet.

The next step was taking off an article of her clothing and getting her semi-naked
outdoors. I tried it one day, by starting to pull her tank-top off. She made some
cursory protesting noises, but willingly raised her hands to make it easier for me to
get her topless. She walked topless for a few minutes, with me playing with her
exposed boobs, but then said she felt uncomfortable so I let her put her top back on.

A few days later, I tried to take her skirt off and get her completely naked, but she
protested. I knew that if I raised my voice and insisted, she would obediently do it.
But I didn't want to force her into anything using my position as the commanding
husband. So I didn't push for it. One day, I did however take her behind a tree and
asked her to give me a blowjob. Which she willingly did.

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And for a week or so after that, we were at that state of boldness. She'd get topless,
go panty-less, let me raise her skirt and expose her ass, let me finger her and she'd
give me a blowjob out in the open. I was sensing that she might soon be ready for
something more, when it happened. After weeks and weeks, we finally encountered
another human being.

I was leaning against a tree, with my pants down, and my dick in Bela's mouth as
she sucked on it hungrily. She was on her haunches. Her top was off and in my
hands, and her boobs were on display. A distance away I spied some movement. I
slowly turned my head and saw that it was a young village woman, with some sort of
a basket on her head, walking towards us a couple of hundred meters away. I
thought about warning Bela, but then decided to stay silent and see what would
happen.

Bela kept working on my dick and the woman kept coming closer. About fifty meters
away from us, the woman finally saw us, and was startled. Her startling made the
basket fall off her head and its contents, some fruits, spilled out. Bela heard the
noise too and looked at it, spotting the woman.

I expected Bela to panic, but she was remarkably calm. She slowly took my dick out
of her mouth and stood up.

"My top." she said, still looking at the woman who was now gathering couple of
dozen fruits that had spilled everywhere.

I handed Bela her top, and she quietly put it on, and started walking towards the
woman. As I was pulling my pants up and hiding my dick, I saw Bela reach the
woman, and start helping her gather the fruits and put them in the basket. No words
were exchanged between them. In fact the two ladies did not even look at each
other. They just focused on the fruits and in no time had filled up the basket. Bela
then wordless turned around and came back to me. The woman, stealing glances at
us, walked away rapidly.

"Let's go home." Bela said and I agreed.

That night, Bela was really an animal in bed. After we finished having sex the third
time that night, I asked her if she liked being seen half-naked by someone else, and
she said nothing. I asked her again, and she got up, saying she should clean the
kitchen. I fell asleep soon.

The next morning, I was going to bring up the topic, but I got a call from my
company's Delhi office. They said they were sending over a guy named Shyam who
would be reporting to me and be in charge of the day-to-day manufacturing
operations. He was being sent to supervise the finishing touches on the shop floor
layout and to start hiring some workers. He would be arriving in a couple of hours
and I should show him around. So I left for the factory at once to get things ready for
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Shyam moved in to the house next to ours. I knew Shyam vaguely from a few
company conferences. He used to work in the Ahmedabad factory, and had risen
from being a common daily wage worker in the factory to manufacturing supervisor.
He was about 40, older than me, but would be working under me. I showed him
around the factory, explained him all the details and called up Bela to tell her he'd be
dining with us tonight.

That evening when I reached home with Shyam, I saw that Bela was back in a sari
after many days. She welcomed us home, and served us some drinks and snacks.
After taking a few things off the stove, she joined us in the living room. The
conversation between Shyam and Bela was very limited. She never really talked too
much with men outside the family. Shyam too seemed like a conservative guy, and
except for briefly praising the snacks, didn't even look at Bela, much less talk to her.
Bela was back to her docile self, just sitting silently, while Shyam and I talked.

Shyam told us that his family was back in Ahmedabad, and they would not be joining
him for at least a year. He had one son who was in Class 12th and it being such an
important academic year, his wife was going to stay back with their son. In a year,
after their son was off to college, his wife would move here. So I told him not to
bother with cooking. Bela would pack two lunch boxes everyday and for dinner, he
should join us. He protested, saying he did not want to impose, but I waved off his
protests. Even Bela broke her silence and said it would be no trouble for her at all.
Soon we finished our drinks and went to the dining table.

With Shyam's arrival, Bela seemed to have gone back into her shell. She stopped
wearing western clothes altogether, even when we went for evening walks. On our
walks, if I tried to kiss or fondle her, she would not stop me, but I could sense the
passive resistance, so I stopped trying, and our walks soon became completely
uneventful. They were often cut short too, because Shyam would be coming to
dinner and Bela had some more things to finish in the kitchen.

Shyam started having dinner with us every night. Bela and Shyam still didn't talk very
much, beyond the pleasantries and compliments about the food. Once in a while,
Shyam and I would drink together. Some times, we'd buy some movie DVDs and
watch them all together. In some ways, I have glad to have some company. But in
other ways, I was frustrated at how Shyam's arrival had messed up things. How Bela
had taken many steps back.

And the effects started showing in the bedroom too. Before he arrived, Bela had
been showing signs of becoming a regular tigress in bed. Now she was mostly back
to her pliant obedient self. We still had regular sex, but that honeymoon-like spark
was missing. A few nights after Shyam left, I got Bela to change into skimpier
clothes, and it did help a little. But most nights, she'd be too tired with all the cooking
and cleaning and I didn't have the heart to make her do much more.

So I started coaxing her gently to dress a bit more liberally when Shyam was around.
Nothing too revealing. To start off, I asked her to wear jeans. Which she did. And
Shyam barely noticed it. That night I said to Bela, see, you are making too big a deal.
Nothing wrong with dressing comfortably just because Shyam is around. And she

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agreed. For the next week or so, Bela wore jeans and tshirts when Shyam came
over without any more fuss.

Almost immediately, I sensed a slight improvement in her attitude in bed, and I

realized something. My shy wife is a bit of a closet exhibitionist. Even the slight
change from saris to jeans got her worked up. And of course, I remembered how
wild she had been in bed after that fruit seller woman had caught us. Maybe all Bela
needed was a little more coaxing. So I coaxed her into wearing shorts. I reasoned
with her that jeans are fine, but not really as comfortable for cooking and housework
as shorts might be. She agreed.

The next day when Shyam came over, Bela was in knee-length loose shorts and a
tshirt. Her perfectly shaped milky white calves were on display. Over the course of
the evening, I noticed Shyam, for the first time ever, sneaking a few glimpses at
Bela. He did it artfully when she was not looking, and when he thought I was not
looking either. But I noticed it anyway. That intrigued me.

That night in bed, I casually mentioned to Bela that I had seen Shyam look at her
legs. She blushed a little, but said nothing. I asked her the same question I had
asked her before. If she liked others admiring her. She blushed again, and buried her
face in my chest shyly without saying anything. She stayed like that for a few
minutes as I rubbed her back. And then she jumped on top of me and started getting
naked. We had some awesomely passionate sex that night.

The next day, Bela's shorts got a little shorter. And Shyam's staring became a little
more blatant. The day after that, she switched from t-shirts to tank-tops. And Shyam
was positively loving it. He started making more conversation with Bela, probably
because that would give him an excuse to look at her. One night Bela told me she
had also noticed Shyam staring at her legs. And this made our sex life better with
each passing night.

Then came the day when things went to a different level for the first time. It was a
Saturday, and like we did on most weekends, Shyam and I were drinking. Both of us
were a few drinks down and Bela had been working in the kitchen, making snacks
for us. She was wearing shorts which, while not quite hotpants, were still skimpy
enough to show her smooth and fair thighs. Shyam had by now dropped any
pretense and used to admire my wife quite openly. He had probably realized that I
wasn't saying anything, so it was okay to look.

Since there were a lot of snacks, we were sitting on the dining table, drinking. Both of
us were a bit tipsy. Bela was about ten feet away, her back towards us, cooking. The
shorts were not skin-tight, but they did outline the shape of Bela's ass really well. As
we were talking, Shyam kept looking at her ass every couple of minutes. I had been
thinking of doing something for a few days. The alcohol in my system gave me the
impetus to actually do it. The next time Shyam turned his head to look at Bela, I said,

"What are you looking at so much, Shyam?"

Shyam jerked his head straight and looked at me,

"Hmmm? What?" he said, slurring a little.

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"I asked you what you were looking at there" I said, pointing my thumb in Bela's
direction.

"Nothing, Sir. Sorry, Sir." he replied. Although he was my subordinate, he was

almost a decade older than me, so I had told him to address me by my name. But he
was a little old-fashioned and insisted on calling me "sir".

"Nothing or sorry? If it was nothing, no need to be sorry. If you are sorry, it can't have
been nothing." I said, pointing my finger at him.

Shyam looked at me, panic dripping from his face. I saw a couple of beads of sweat
appear on his forehead. He stayed silent. I stared at him for a few seconds, letting
him panic a little more.

"Tell me something." I said "Do you think my wife is hot?"

"Sir?" he blurted out, now shaking a little.

"It's a simple question. Do you think my wife is hot? Is she beautiful?"

"No sir....yes sir..." he said.

"No sir or yes sir? Can't be both, Shyam. Just answer me honestly. I'm not going to
eat you alive, you know. Is Bela beautiful?"

Bela could hear all this, but she had kept on cooking, without stopping or looking
back.

"Yes, Sir. Sorry, Sir." Shyam said, wiping his forehead.

"There's nothing to be sorry about, Shyam. Of course she is beautiful. Relax. I am

not offended that someone finds my wife hot." I said, and downed the drink.

Shyam's drink was almost finished too. So I took the bottle and poured us both some
more.

"Have a drink." I said. "You look like you need it."

Shyam gladly took the glass and downed about half of it in one gulp. I started sipping
mine and started talking about something at work.

Five minutes later, I asked him nonchalantly,

"Shyam, don't you think that Bela has the most amazing ass you have ever seen?"

Shyam almost spit his drink out, in shock. Even Bela froze for a second, before
continuing with her cooking.

"Sir, I think I'll get going." Shyam said, now in panic again.

"Nonsense. Stay seated. Now answer me. Does my wife have the most amazing ass
you have ever seen?" I asked in a slightly raised voice.

"Sir, I think we have both had a lot to drink and..." he said, starting to get up.

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"SIT DOWN!" I yelled and he sat down at once. "Now answer my question. Look at
her ass."

Shyam reluctantly turned his head and looked at Bela's ass.

"Tell me what you think." I continued.

"Sir...I.... I mean....please sir....I...." Shyam stuttered,

"I know what you are trying to say. You haven't really seen her ass well enough to
make that judgment. Isn't that right?" I asked, getting up.

Shyam shrank back in horror, probably scared that I was going to hit him. But
instead I walked towards Bela and stood behind her.

"I agree that you haven't seen enough to make a judgment. So let me help you." I
said, and grabbed the bottom of the back of the legs of her shorts in each hand. I
then pulled them up, rolling them in my hand, until half of each asscheek was visible,
with a bit of her panties. "So now do you think her ass is the most amazing one?"

Shyam kept staring at Bela's ass with his mouth open. At this point, I expected Bela
to say something to me in protest or slap my hands away. Instead, she just kept
doing whatever she was doing, as if oblivious to everything. I finally let go of her
shorts and they rolled back down.

"Well, it seems like you still can't decide. Maybe because...." I said, putting one hand
on my chin pensively "...you still haven't really seen her ass."

And then I did what I had been imagining myself doing for days. I put my fingers into
Bela's waistband and pulled her shorts and panties down, until they were bunched
up around her lower thighs. Her naked ass was now on full display for Shyam to see.
Bela froze for a couple of seconds, as if trying to decide something. I was positive
she would put and end to it. But to my amazement, she unfroze and then kept
cooking.

I smiled, walked back to the table and sat down. Shyam was still staring at Bela's
beautiful ass, like a kid staring at ice cream. Bela was standing there, her naked ass
exposed, her shorts and panties bunched around her thigh, as she kept cooking. I
started admiring Bela's ass too, this time in completely new light. Ever since I
discovered Bela's hidden exhibitionist tendencies, I had been thinking about
exposing her to Shyam for a while, but hadn't been sure if I could actually go through
with it.

And now that I had, Bela had reacted to it very calmly. I was reminded again of the
time the fruit seller woman caught us. Bela did not panic then, and did not panic now.
Instead, she seemed to be filled with the kind of confidence that she otherwise never
displayed. As if exposing herself raised her self-esteem.

All three of us stayed like that for about ten minutes. Shyam and I both admiring
Bela's ass, and Bela cooking. Finally Bela said,

"Dinner is ready."

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She then bent in her waist, pulled her shorts back up and started serving dinner. We
all ate dinner in silence, and then Shyam left.

That night, Bela was insatiable in bed, and very loud and expressive. She still did not
use any dirty words, but the lust in her voice was amply evident. Neither she nor I
spoke about what had happened that night. Finally, at about 4 am, after having sex
more times than we ever had on a single night, we both drifted asleep, naked in each
others arms.

The next day was a Sunday, and Shyam usually came over for lunch too. But that
day, he did not turn up. When I called him up, he said he had gone to the town for
some shopping. I told him to make sure and come over for dinner, to which he
hesitantly agreed.

At night, when Shyam came over, I waited for half an hour before doing anything.
Bela was in shorts and a tank top, working in the kitchen. Half an hour later, I told
Shyam we should move to the dining table in the kitchen, and as soon as we got
there, I went over to Bela and quietly slipped her shorts down. I pulled them all the
way down to her ankles, and she stepped out of them, leaving her completely naked
for the waist down.

Shyam and I then got back to talking and admiring Bela's naked ass. He appeared a
lot more relaxed. Since we weren't drinking, he now realized that the previous night's
events weren't some drunken folly, and both Bela and I were okay with whatever was
happening. Once she got done cooking, Bela put her shorts back on and joined us
on the table.

From then on, as soon as Shyam came over, I took off Bela's shorts and panties. For
the first couple of days, she would cook half naked and then put the shorts back on
before joining us for dinner. But later, she stopped doing that too. Bela was now
mostly bottomless when Shyam was around, and he got quite used to seeing her
naked ass and her shaved pussy regularly.

A week or so later, Bela had gotten so used to the routine that she even stopped
wearing anything below her waist in the evenings, and I didn't need to take anything
off. Above the waist, she still dressed as usual - a bra, a top and her mangalsutra.
Shyam would still ogle at her, but had never made a reference to what was
happening, and neither had I. That's when I decided to take a step further.

One night, as Bela was cooking, I went over to her and started pulling her top off.

"Wait." she said, and I stopped, wondering if I had crossed some limit. But she
continued, "My hands have spices all over them and it will mess up the top. Let me
wash my hands."

So she took a couple of steps to the kitchen sink, washed her hands, dried them,
and the raised her hands. I took her top off and she got back to cooking, wearing just
a bra. And of course the mangalsutra. Shyam seemed to love it all of course. That
night, Bela walked around the house, cooked and even had dinner with us wearing
just the bra. She was completely naked otherwise, and even through the bra, the

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shape of her amazing tits was very clear. For the next few days, that's how Bela
would be when Shyam was around. In just a bra.

As expected, taking this next step made Bela even randier in bed. I would wake up
almost every morning to find my wife naked, with my dick in her mouth. And having
sex two times in the morning before heading off to work became common.

We all knew what the next step would be. Getting her completely naked. So far I had
been escalating things one by one, and both Bela and Shyam had been passive
participants in our kinky little game. I decided to prolong their agony a bit. Almost two
weeks went by, and things stayed the same. Bela would be in a bra and nothing
else. Shyam would stare at her all the time, and I was sure he jacked off every night
thinking about her body and her beautiful face.

After two weeks, I decided it was time. Bela had finished cooking and joined us at
the table for dinner, with only her bra on, and the mangalsutra resting in her
cleavage. Halfway through dinner, I nonchalantly reached behind Bela's back, and
unhooked her bra with my left hand. Bela got a very serious expression on her face
and kept staring at her plate. I then moved the straps down through her arms to her
elbow and her bra cups fell forward, exposing her boobs to Shyam.

Shyam for the first time made an appreciative noise, moaning slightly. He stopped
eating and kept staring at her boobs for a few minutes. Bela meanwhile took the bra
off carefully, and put it on the chair next to her. She was now completely naked.
Shyam finally got back to eating, but his eyes were glued to Bela's boobs the whole
time. Finally, we got done with dinner and Bela, still naked went to the kitchen sink
and started washing the dishes.

Now that the final line had been crossed and Shyam had seen her naked, Bela
almost stopped wearing clothes around the house altogether. She would cook
naked, clean naked, stay naked during the day, and when Shyam came over, she
was fully naked. The only thing she wore was the mangalsutra, the necklace married
women wear, and seeing her clad only in that somehow made things seem even
kinkier. And things in the bedroom got crazier than ever.

Then came a day when things changed a bit. When I got home from work, Bela was
wearing a short pleated skirt and a t-shirt with no bra or panties on. Having gotten
used to seeing her naked, I was surprised to see her in clothes. Shyam came over
shortly and also seemed surprised to see the clothes on. For a while, I considered
taking her clothes on, but I was curious to see what would happen if I did not, so I let
things be.

Bela cooked with her tiny skirt and t-shirt on, and once in a while when she bent, her
ass and bare pussy were on display. But apart from that, Shyam and I were not
treated to any nakedness. Not for a while at least. As we sat down for dinner, Bela
spoke up,

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"You know that new Shahrukh movie DVD that you bought?"

"Yeah?" I asked. I had bought a DVD of the latest hit Bollywood film a few days back
but we had not gotten around to watching it.

"Let's watch it tonight after dinner. Shyam-ji can also stay and watch if he likes." she
said.

That was the first hint I got that Bela had something planned. Curious to see how
things went, I agreed and told Shyam he should stay and watch the movie. he readily
agreed. After dinner, she told us to go to the living room, start the DVD player and
wait for her. She would finish the dishes and join us soon.

Shyam and I headed to the living room. We had two couches, arranged
perpendicular to each other. I sat on one, and Shyam sat on the other one, assuming
that Bela would sit next to me. I popped in the DVD, paused the movie at the titles
and we talked about work, waiting for Bela to come out.

I was half-expecting her to walk out naked, but she came to the living room dressed
in the same skirt and t-shirt that she had been wearing. I was a little disappointed,
but got intrigued at once because Bela, instead of sitting on the couch next to me,
sat down next to Shyam! He looked surprised too, so as if to offer a feeble
explanation, Bela said,

"I like this angle better to watch the movie."

I almost burst out laughing because that excuse was total bullshit. But I kept quiet,
now sure that Bela had something planned. And it delighted me, because for the first
time since these games started, she had taken the initiative to do something.

I started the movie and we watched. Bela was sitting at the other end of the couch, a
couple of feet away from Shyam. Fifteen minutes into the movie, Bela leaned and
put her head on the armrest of the couch, pulled her feet up and folded them. She
was now lying down on the couch in a foetal position, her feet just a couple of inches
from Shyam's thigh.

She was of course, wearing a short pleated skirt as you might recall. So in that
position, it partly fell open, exposing half her butt and her pussy. I noticed it at once
and smiled to myself, but it took Shyam a few more minutes to realize what was on
display. When he realized it, he stared at her pussy for a few seconds. Then looked
at the screen, and then again at her. Bela for her part, kept looking at the screen,
either engrossed in the movie, or pretending to be.

A few minutes went by like that, with Shyam alternating between the screen and
Bela's nether regions. And then Bela made her next move. She stretched her feet
and put them on Shyam's lap. This was the first time the two of them had made any

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type of physical contact, and Shyam almost jumped up in surprise. Bela kept looking
at the screen.

Shyam stared at her dainty feet in his lap. She had a couple of toe-rings on, as is the
custom for married women in my community. After a few minutes of agonizing,
Shyam very tentatively placed a hand on her foot. Bela did not react. Well, at least
not instantly. So he started rubbing her soft pretty feet slowly and playing with her
toe-rings. Bela now had a visible smile on her face. She was clearly enjoying this
game.

A while later, Bela stretched her legs some more, and now her feet were on the other
arm rest and her bare calves were on Shyam's lap. Shyam took his hand off her feet
and put it on her shapely, smooth and white calves. He started massaging both her
calves with both his hands, something I know she really loves. Bela let out a tiny
moan to indicate she liked it and said,

"I like that. My legs hurt from working all day."

Shyam froze for a second and looked at me. I looked at him, smiled and turned my
attention back to the screen. At this stage, I am sure not a single one of us had any
idea about what was going on in the movie. It was a Shahrukh movie anyway, so
chances are nothing interesting was happening. But we silently seemed to have
agreed to continue the pretense.

Shyam fondled and massaged her calves, and slowly but surely kept moving his
hand upwards. In ten minutes, his hands had gone above her knees and he was now
massaging her lower thighs, just below her skirt's hemline. He massaged her there
for a few more minutes and stopped, unsure of whether he should proceed further.
Bela, still looking at the screen, then lifted her right leg, folded it in the knee and
rested it against the back of the couch. This made the skirt fold back and bunch up
around her waist, making her pussy completely visible to Shyam.

Shyam took it as the signal it was and moved one hand higher, until it was at the
junction of her legs, right below her pussy lips. He ran his finger around that area. At
this point, I also noticed the big tent in his pants, indicating that he had an erection.
Usually when Bela was naked, we sat at the table and that hid the lower part of
Shyam's body. So I had no idea if he had gotten hard looking at her before, but this
one time, it was very obvious.

His fingers still circling the area around her pussy, Shyam turned to look at me. I
immediately turned my head to look at the screen, as if telling him - "go on, I'll
pretend I am not looking", although he knew that I knew whatever was going on.
From the corner of my eye, I saw his finger run over her pussy lips and gradually
penetrate her. Bela, still looking at the screen, moaned loudly as his finger entered
his most private place.

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At this point I got up, walked to the couch and stood over them. Shyam immediately
withdrew his hand, put it on his lap, and stared at me with fear and guilt, wondering if
he had gone too far. Bela was also looking at me, but with a triumphant smile on her
face, as if to say "your move, hubby". I looked at both of them turn by turn and then
said,

"Well, Bela, since you are happy to have his fingers in your cunt, at least get in the
proper position."

I caught hold of her legs and pulled, making her roll over on her back. I then spread
her legs wife, opening up her pussy lips slightly. I folded her skirt into a small roll
around her waist.

"There, now he can finger you properly. Also, what use is this t-shirt?"

I said, and took her t-shirt off, leaving her bra-less tits exposed. I then got on my
knees and started playing with her tits. Shyam mustered up courage and reached
over and started fingering her pussy again. He also started playing with her clit using
his thumb. Shyam kept working on her with his fingers and I kept biting and licking
her tits and nipples. I also used her mangalsutra to play with her nipples, something
she always loved. The two of us working on Bela sent her over the edge pretty
quickly. Within a few minutes, she started moaning and shuddering and had a big
orgasm, thrashing about on the couch for almost a whole minute before she calmed
down.

Shyam kept his hands to himself, and I went back to my couch and sat there, waiting
for Bela to regain her breath. Once she was done, she got up from the couch, took
her skirt off, getting fully naked, and said to me assertively,

"I need you to fuck me soon."

I loved the assertive and demanding tone in Bela's voice and marveled happily at
how much my demure shy wife had changed over the last few months.

"Right here? Now?" I asked with a smile on his face.

"No, not in front of him." she said and then looking at Shyam, continued, "sorry
Shyamji, but I won't feel comfortable with you around....."

Shyam nodded in agreement.

"Yes, yes, I understand. I'll get going." he said getting up, but Bela pushed him and
he fell back on the couch.

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"Wait. I can see you are very.....uncomfortable." she said pointing at the tent in his
pants. "Your wife is not here to pleasure you, and I'll feel guilty for teasing you so
much. So I was thinking...."

She got down on her knees in front of Shyam and unzipped his pants. His erect dick
popped out. She held it in her dainty little hand and started wanking it.

"Do you mind?" she said looking at me, and I shook my head smiling.

Shyam leaned back on the couch as my wife expertly gave him a handjob. I was
surprised to see how good she was at it. I had never had her give me a handjob. I've
never been a big fan of handjobs, and have always thought it is something used only
by a man on himself. Why strain a woman's hand when her cunt and mouth are
willing, is my motto. Shyam however was enjoying his. Enjoying it a little too much,
because very soon he started spurting his seed. Bela held his cumming dick at such
an angle that most of it fell on the coffee table, and some on his pants.

"Thank you, Bela-ji." he said gratefully. "I really needed that."

Shyam put his dick back in his pants, zipped up and got up to leave. Bela walked
with him, naked to the door to see him off. At the door she gave him a peck on the
cheek, he pecked her on the cheek, and then he left.

Obviously, I also had a raging hard-on, having seen my wife act so sluttily. When she
came back from the door, I pounced on her, threw her on the couch and fucked her
right there. I then went down on her, making her cum again. We fucked two more
times that night, before both of us, exhausted, fell asleep naked on the couch.

I woke up thirsty in the middle of the night. It was a little past 4 am. I rolled Bela over
carefully off my arms and went to the kitchen to get some water. As I was drinking
from the bottle in the fridge's light, I noticed Bela walk up next to me as well. I gave
her the bottle and she started drinking hungrily from it too. Once we quenched our
thirsts, we walked together to the bedroom. I lay down, and Bela put her head on my
chest and her arm around me.

"Bela." I said.

"Uh huh?" she replied.

"You sure had a good time today, didn't you?" I asked.

She didn't say anything.

"Well?" I asked and she stayed silent for a few moments, and then spoke,

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"I feel strange talking about it." she said in a shy voice. "I hope you don't think I am a
character-less woman or something."

"Haha, No." I said laughing, "Not at all. In fact I love this new side of you. So what
made you think of doing that?" I asked.

"I don't feel like talking about it. It's happened so recently." she said, her voice
muffled as her face was now completely hidden in my chest.

I didn't say anything. We lay there like that for a few more minutes. Then I asked her,

"Bela, I am the first man you've had sex with, right?"

"Yes. First and only. You saw the blood on the wedding night." she answered.

"What about...." I said trying to pick the right words, "what about things less than
sex?"

She stayed silent. I repeated my question, and she raised her head, looked into my
eyes and said,

"What do you mean by things less than sex?"

"You know.... like with Shyam today. Other erotic stuff." I explained.

She buried her face in my chest again and said nothing. I coaxed her a bit, she
blushed and refused to speak. She said I would think she was a slut before
marriage. I waved away that response. Finally, after convincing her that I was asking
about her past only because it turned me on, not because I meant to judge her, I got
the story out of her. But that's a different story.

BELA'S PRE-MARITAL PAST

The story of her past might again seem too tame and anti-climatic to some of you,
but if you consider the town she grew up in, and how conservative her parents were,
it is somewhat of a big deal.

Right from her childhood, Bela was known to be a very attractive girl. Her parents
were very old-fashioned, conservative and obviously protective. So when their cute
and pretty little daughter hit puberty and started blossoming into an undeniably
gorgeous young woman, their protective instincts were heightened. Her mother and
father started keeping a very strict and watchful eye over her.

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They escorted her to and from school personally. She had already been put in an all-
girls school. So there was no question of boys in school hitting on her. But her
parents also made sure she didn't get friendly with any boys in her neighborhood.
And of course, her mother kept brainwashing her about staying away from guys,
saying girls from "good families" do not have affairs or boyfriends. Girls from "good
families" are supposed to save themselves for their husbands.

Although Bela did well in school and could have gone to a better college, her father
insisted on sending her to an all-girls college run by the local nuns. He said that as it
is, they would get her married after college, so what was the point of going to a fancy
college? At least by sending her to an all-girls college, they knew she would stay
"pure".

All this might seem very draconian to you, as it did to me, but Bela insists that
growing up, she never felt bitter or caged. Most of her female friends had been
brought up in families like that too, and in their town, girls who had "boyfriends" were
considered characterless sluts. So Bela was convinced she was doing the right thing
by obeying her parents. A few times that guys would approach her, like at the movies
or in the market, she spurned their advances. She dreamed about the time she
would get married to her ideal guy (chosen by her parents) which would happen
soon.

So by the time Bela finished college and got her bachelor's degree, she was 21
years old, extremely pretty, but had never as much as held hands with a boy, much
less kiss or do anything more. Her parents might as well have fitted her for a chastity
belt and it would not have made a difference. She also dressed more or less
conservatively, with even the jeans and trousers she wore being of loose fitting.

After college, her mom started "training" her to become a suitable bride for some
nice guy, by teaching her how to cook different things, do housework, laundry,
dishes and so on. Her parents also started hunting for suitable grooms, and a couple
of contenders even came to their house to "see" her, but things didn't work out for a
variety of reasons. Bela's father thought the guys were either not qualified enough, or
rich enough, or good looking enough, or then their horoscopes weren't perfect
enough. He had brought up his pretty daughter to be a perfect catch and he'd be
damned if he got her married to anyone but the perfect guy.

A few months later, her grandfather who lived in the village passed away, so her
grandmother came to live with them. Their house wasn't too big. Her parents' room,
her room, a kitchen, a dining room, a big living room and a couple of bathrooms on
the ground floor. And on the roof was a small room (called a barsati in India) that
served to accommodate guests when they came over.

The grandmother however was old and had dodgy knees, so could not live in the
barsati. So it was decided that grandmother would stay in Bela's room and Bela
would shift to the barsati. As it is, her father remarked, Bela would not living with
them for too long. So Bela moved her stuff to the barsati and started sleeping there.

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During the day she would be busy with her "training" anyway, so the only use of that
barsati was for sleeping.

And so it continued for a few weeks. Her father kept trying to find the perfect groom,
and her mother kept training her in the ways of an ideal housewife. Then came that
fateful night. They had some guests over, and by the time they left, and she finished
helping her mother clean up the kitchen, it was past midnight. Exhausted, Bela went
up to her room, and started changing into her night clothes.

At this point, a description of the surroundings might be useful. Bela's house shared
a common wall with another house, that of their neighbors. The neighbors didn't
have a room on their roof. They were an old retired couple whose kids had moved to
bigger cities, and the only other person living with them was their servant-cook
Chandan. Chandan was about forty years old and had been with the family for many
years. Bela and her family also knew Chandan and the guy had literally seen Bela
growing up.

That night, when an exhausted Bela forgot to close the window, a window that faced
the roof of the other house, she did not realize right away that Chandan was
standing on the other side of the wall separating the two roofs, smoking. There were
no lights on their roof, and when she walked to her room, she did not notice him,
although he noticed her.

Bela took off her salwar and her kameez, and clad in her bra and panties, turned
around and walked to her cupboard to get her night clothes. The cupboard was next
to the window and that's when she realized to her horror that someone was standing
on the neighbor's roof, looking at her. Instinctively, she darted behind the cupboard
door to hide her semi-exposed body. Then she slowly poked her head out and saw
Chandan standing there, cigarette in his mouth, staring at her.

Bela immediately put on her pyjamas, closed the window, turned the lights off and
went to sleep. But she could not sleep. Her mind was very chaotic. There was an
overwhelming sense of shame and guilt at having left the window open and let a
man see her in just her underwear. But there was also an undeniable sense of
excitement. She felt very strangely aroused by the thought that for the first time, a
man had seen her like that.

It took a couple of hours before Bela went to bed. The next morning she thought of
telling her mother what had happened. But she decided against it. She was sure her
mother would yell at her for being careless enough to leave the window open. It
wasn't Chandan's fault that he happened to be on the roof. He had a right to be on
the roof. So Bela decided to keep mum and just be careful in the future.

The next night when she went up to her room, she saw Chandan was standing in the
roof. Not only was he on the roof, he was right next to the wall separating the two
roofs and facing the window of her room. She saw him and instantly turned her gaze
downwards.

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"Namaste memsaab." Chandan said, greeting her.

"Namaste." she curtly said, went inside her room and closed the door.

She then went to the window to close it, and saw Chandan standing there, smiling at
her suggestively. She ignored him, closed the window, changed and tried to sleep.

After that every night for a couple of weeks, when she went up to her room, Chandan
would be standing on the other roof. he would greet her, she'd reciprocate, close the
door and the window, and go to sleep. But with each passing night, what had
happened initially kept playing on her mind. She knew that he had enjoyed the show,
and he was standing there hoping that she would repeat her mistake. She
considered telling her mother but again decided against it.

Finally one night, after the whole routine had repeated itself - Chandan on the roof,
she goes in the room, closes the door and the window, lies down on the bed, a
thought struck Bela. She wondered, how long does he lounge around? So after
about half an hour, she got up, softly walked to the window, opened it very slightly
and peeked out. What she saw, disgusted and intrigued her.

Chandan was lying down on the short wall separating the two roofs. His pyjamas
were undone, and his dick, erect, was out, and in his hand. And he was running his
hands up and down the dick, with his eyes closed. Bela did not realize it right away,
but Chandan was masturbating!

Bela knew about the birds and the bees and what went where, based on what her
mom and some girlfriends had told her. But she did not know too much in detail, and
she certainly did not know how exactly men masturbate. So she did not know what
exactly Chandan was doing. All she knew was that his dick was out, and he was
playing with it. And she did not realize it, but he was probably thinking of the time he
saw her in her underwear while he was masturbating.

Bela was mesmerized by his erect dick. She had never actually seen one in person.
Even the movies some of her girlfriends had shown her were softcore. So Bela's
visualization of an erect penis for the first time had a big impact on her. And she
could not help but watch spellbound.

After a couple of minutes, Chandan started cumming. She watched in amazement as

his semen spurted out of his dick and sprayed all over his body and the wall. She
opened the window a little more to get a better view of what was happening. That is
when Chandan opened his eyes and sat up. Immediately, he realized that the
window of Bela's room was open. When Bela saw Chandan look in her direction, she
immediately closed the window, confirming his suspicions that the window hadn't just
happened to open but that she had been watching.

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A few minutes later, Bela heard a soft knock on the door. She knew who it was. It
had to be Chandan. He must have jumped over the short wall, and come over to
their side of the roof. But just to make sure it wasn't someone from her family, she
asked,

"Who is it?"

"It is me, memsaab, Chandan." came the low voice from the other end.

"Go away. I am sleeping." she said, pulled her blanket over her face and closed her
eyes.

Chandan knocked for a few more minutes. Then the knocking stopped. And Bela fell
asleep after a while.

The next night when Bela went up, she was dreading seeing Chandan again. But to
her relief, he wasn't around. She went into her room, changed and lay down on the
bed. But she couldn't sleep. All day she had been replaying in her head what she
had seen Chandan do. Thinking about his erect dick made her feel funny "down
there". She knew it was wrong, but she could not help thinking about it on a loop.

After an hour of tossing and turning, she got up to drink water. Then, as if on some
sort of a hunch, she went to the window and opened it. She almost yelled in horror
when she opened the window and saw Chandan standing right in front of it, a couple
of feet away.

"Namaste, memsaab." he said with an evil smile. "Did you miss me? Sorry, I was
busy downstairs."

Bela immediately slammed the window shut and went back to the bed, terrified. Now
he started knocking on the window.

"Come on, memsaab." he said. "I can understand if you don't want to open the door.
But at least open the window. It has bars, so I can't do anything to you even if I
wanted, which I don't want."

She said nothing and just sat there cowering.

"Open it, memsaab, or else I will have to tell your parents how you spied on me
during my.....private time." he said.

That turned Bela's fear into anger. She got up, opened the window, and said to him,

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"What??? I spied on you? You were the one spying on me when I was changing. I
have half a mind to go down and tell my parents about you. They will speak to your
employers and you will be fired."

"Ok, ok, memsaab." Chandan said, taking a couple of steps back in deference,
"listen, how does it matter who spied on whom? Why tell anyone? Your parents will
come to know, my employers will come to know, then everyone in the neighborhood
and the town will come to know. No good will come out of it. I will lose my job and
you know about you..."

"What about me?" Bela said, breathing fire.

"Well, what will people say...about a young woman from a nice family getting
involved with some old servant. How will your parents find a nice groom for you?" he
said.

"Me getting involved? I have done nothing wrong!" Bela shot back.

"Yes, I know that and you know that. But you know how people in this town love
spreading rumors." Chandan said.

Bela quietened down and thought about it. She was too naive to realize that
Chandan was just bluffing. If it came down to his word against her, she had such a
squeaky clean reputation that no one would believe him. In fact everyone in the
neighborhood would probably beat up Chandan for spying on a nice girl like Bela.
But Bela did not realize it then.

"Okay fine, I won't tell anyone." she said reluctantly.

"I also promise I won't tell anyone." Chandan said.

Bela started closing the window when he stepped forward and grabbed it to stop her.

"Wait, one more thing." he said.

"Now what?" Bela asked, annoyed.

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"Did you like it?" Chandan asked with a wry smile.

"Did I like what?" Bela asked.

"You know, my...dick" he said, using the hindi slang, of course, not english.

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"Eww... don't use such crude words." Bela said, blushing.

"Hehe, ok, did you like my thing?" Chandan asked, laughing.

"What's there to like or dislike? It's just a body part all men have." Bela said, hiding
her true emotions. Yes, she told me, she had liked looking at it. It was the first dick
she had ever seen after all.

"Yes, but you are a nice girl who has never seen it before, right? Everyone knows
what a goody two shoes you are." Chandan continued.

Bela said nothing, just blushed some more.

"Have you ever had a boyfriend?" Chandan asked.

"No, of course not!" Bela said emphatically.

"Hmm, so you have never seen a man's dick... I mean thing." he corrected himself
when he saw Bela make a face. "And you are going to get married soon, aren't you?"

"Yes." she said.

"Aren't you the least bit curious how your husband's thing will look like down there?
On your wedding night? Won't you feel clueless?" Chandan asked.

"We shouldn't be talking about such things." Bela said, unsure of what to say.

"Okay, just answer my question. Did you feel nice and excited looking at my erect
thing?" Chandan pressed on.

"You should go now." Bela said with some finality in her voice.

Chandan just looked at her and smiled. He took his hand off the window, and said to
her,

"Okay, you are feeling shy. I understand. So here's what I am going to do. I am going
to take my thing out again..."

"No! Please don't!" Bela said in an alarmed voice.

"Listen. I am just taking it out." Chandan said "You don't have to look at it. Close the
window if you like. I'll go away. I'm just trying to help you become a good wife for
your husband."

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With that he started untying the knot on his pyjama. Bela immediately pulled the
window and closed it shut. She bolted it and stepped back in horror. What a
perverted old man, she thought to herself, wanting to show me his thing. She felt
disgusted. But she also felt a little curious. Chandan was right. She had never seen a
penis, and often got nervous thinking about her wedding night. What if she froze with
shock when her husband got naked, and she could not do anything? What if he
thought she was too immature and ignorant about sex? What if he started cheating
on her?

All these thoughts started running through her mind as she stared at the closed
window. And a small voice in her said, what's the harm in just looking? At least it will
take the fear of unknown out of her heart. Maybe she should open the window and
look, she thought to herself. Chances are that he must have already left. In fact, she
should probably open the window to make sure he has left, she told herself.

It had been barely a minute since Bela closed the window, but to her it felt like an
hour as thoughts cascaded through her mind. Finally she convinced herself that she
should open the window just to make sure Chandan had left. And she stepped
forward and opened the window.

Sure enough, Chandan was still standing there. His pyjamas were dropped and
around his knees with his loose striped underwear. And sure enough, his dick was
hanging out. Bela looked at it spellbound, now even closer than when she had
previously seen it. It looked fascinating to her. It was fully erect, tilted slightly
upwards, veins throbbing. Below it, she saw his hairy testicles handing from his body
like two oranges.

As she stared at it, it seemed to be getting bigger and more erect. In a few seconds,
it seemed like it was coming towards her. That's when she realized, Chandan was
slowly advancing closer to the window. She felt like looking up at his face, and telling
him to stop walking towards her. But she could not take her eyes off his dick. Finally
the dick was almost touching the window sill. It was inches away from her hands,
which she realized were gripping the window bars very tight.

"You can touch it if you like." said Chandan in a very kind and gentle voice, as if
telling some child to help himself to ice cream.

Bela shook her head furiously, her eyes still riveted on his erect and throbbing dick.

"Go on, you know you want to. I won't tell anyone." Chandan said, and then she felt
his rough callused hand on her fingers which were still wrapped around the bar.

He tried to pry her fingers loose. Bela resisted at first, but then her curiosity and
instincts got better of her and she loosened her grip. Chandan took her dainty little
hand into his strong thick hand and guided it towards his dick slowly. Bela was
dreading and anticipating touching him in equal measure. To her mind, it seemed

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like her hand had been moving for days, until it finally came to a stop just half an inch
away from the bulbous foreskin-covered head of his dick.

At that point, Chandan let go of her hand, and it was just suspended there in mid-air.
If Bela wanted, she could have withdrawn it back. But she didn't. She just kept it right
there, unsure of what she wanted. Then Chandan swung his dick, up and down a
couple of times, as if teasing her. Bela watched transfixed as the small eye-shaped
hole at the tip of his dick moved up and down, up and down, as if inviting her.

Finally, Bela's insticts got the better of her and she reached out and touched it.
Chandan stopped swinging his dick and stood still. Bela ran her fingertips up and
down his shaft very gradually, caressing it. The touch felt very alien to her finger. No
part of her own body felt quite like that. Smooth and yet rock-hard. She kept running
her fingertips up and down his shaft for a while more. It felt to her like hours, she
said, but must not have been more than a minute.

That's when Chandan's hand approached her hand again. He grabbed it by the back
of the palm, pressed her fingers together and then placed her palm on his dick. Bela
noted how weird it felt against her palm. Then Chandan gradually pressed her
fingers and palm until her hand was wrapped around his dick. Instinctively she
tightened her grip and his shaft was now in her hand. She was reminded of the way
she used to hold the grip of a badminton racket.

"It feels like.." she started sharing the similarity of he feel, and turned her gaze
upwards to look at Chandan's face, and then stopped mid-sentence as she saw the
look on his face.

The unfamiliar look scared her. His eyes were opened wide, his tongue was hanging
out, and the expression on his face was very "animal-like". He was also breathing
heavily. Suddenly, reality caught up with Bela. A chill ran up her spine as she
realized what was happening. What was in her hand? Surely not her neighbor's
servant's dick? It all started seeming like a nightmare. She looked down and saw her
dainty white hand wrapped around his thick dark dick. The contrast deepened the
chill in her spine and she immediately let go of it and pulled her hand back inside the
window.

Breathing heavily herself, and breaking out into a cold sweat, she looked at
Chandan's face. He still wore that hungry expression. Without a word, she pulled the
window shut, bolted it, ran to her bed, and lay down on it, covering her head with a
blanket. She started crying softly, aghast and guilty at what she had let herself do.
As she cried, she heard Chandan knocking softly on the window, but she ignored it.
He knocked softly for a few minutes and then the knocks stopped. Bela, still crying,
shut her eyes tightly, praying that he had left, and started chanting some religious
hymns to "clean her head".

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The next morning, Bela was woken up by her mother knocking hard on the door.

"Bela, get up. Bela! Bela!" her mother's voice said loudly.

Bela woke up with a start and sat up, unsure of where she was. Her brain registered
her mother's voice and knocking. And suddenly, memories of the previous night
came flooding back. Was it a dream... a nightmare, she wondered. Or had it really
happened. Her mother's shouting and knocking got even more frantic and as it did,
Bela felt a pit in her stomach.

Surely, it had happened and Chandan had told everyone, and her mother was
coming to yell at her. She would berate Bela for besmirching the family's honor, and
no one would ever marry her.

"BELAAA!!" her mom finally yelled loudly, snapping Bela out of her nervous reverie.

"Coming!" Bela shouted back, ran to the door and opened it. Her mom walked in,
and Bela waited for the inevitable scolding, but it never came.

"What's the matter with you, Bela? It's 11 am already, and you were still fast
asleep?" her mom said.

"Yes, I.. I don't know..." Bela mumbled.

Her mom came close to Bela and checked her forehead,

"You're not falling sick or anything, right?" she asked worriedly "Doesn't feel warm.
Anyway, come on down stairs and help me in the kitchen."

That whole day, Bela was on pins and needles. She was still not positive if she had
actually touched Chandan's dick or if it was an elaborate dream. If it was true, he
would tell others and the hammer was bound to fall. She kept expecting a call to
come any moment. but it never came. The day went by without any incident.

That night, Bela made some excuse about her ankle hurting and not wanting to climb
the stairs to the roof. She slept on the living room couch that night. And for the next
two nights, until the ankle excuse began to wear thing and her mom insisted that she
should at least try climbing the stairs to the barsati.

That night, Bela slept on her bed in dread, expecting Chandan to come knocking any
minute. But he did not come. Neither did he come the next day, or the next, and
finally a week passed with her sleeping in the barsati without as much as seeing
Chandan around. Bela now started thinking seriously that the whole Chandan
episode had been a dream. She never saw him masturbating, and he never exposed
his dick to her, and she never touched it. She was convinced that the only thing that

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actually happened was him accidentally watching her change. And after that, her
fertile and lonely mind had concocted the whole thing.

By now fully confident that the events she dreaded had been in her imagination, Bela
did not really think twice when her mother asked her to take a bowl of a special
dessert to the neighbors. The very neighbors for whom Chandan worked. With a
spring in her step, she walked over to the next house and rang the doorbell.

The door was opened by Chandan, who saw her and smiled. She examined the
smile. It was an innocent polite smile, and not a lecherous one. Yes, it was all a big
dream, she decided.

"Yes, memsaab?" he asked politely.

"Mom had sent this for uncle and aunty. She knows uncle likes it a lot." Bela said.

"Oh sure, please come in, they're in the bedroom."

Bela followed Chandan through a longish corridor and two rooms. Whenever she
was in this house, she always noted how much bigger it was than her own. Finally,
Chandan stopped in front of a closed door and knocked.

"Saab." he said

"Yes?" Uncle's voice came.

"Bela memsaab from next door is here."

"Oh great, bring her in." came the voice.

Chandan accompanied Bela inside, and then left. Uncle and aunty were both in bed,
with blankets covering them. Both of them were down with some fever, she learned.
In general, they did not keep too well. Bela sat there, handed over the dessert, and
talked to uncle and aunty for about 10-15 minutes about this and that. Finally she
said her goodbyes and started to leave.

She walked out the room, and then was walking through the long corridor, when she
felt a hand grab her and yank her inside an empty room. Bela started to scream, but
she felt another hand land on her mouth strongly and it muffled her cries. With terror-
stricken eyes, she watched Chandan bolt the door behind her, even as he kept one
hand on her mouth. Bela started rapidly waving her hands to hit him, but he
immediately wrapped the other hand around her and pushed her to the wall.

Chandan's bulky fully physique pressed her against the wall, making any movement
of her hands or feet impossible. His hand was still on her mouth.

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"Listen. Don't be alarmed. I am not going to do anything. I just want to talk." he said.

Bela kept trying to scream.

"If you scream, then people will hear, come over, and it's your reputation that'll get
spoilt." he said.

Once again, naive Bela agreed and stopped making any noises.

"Good, I am going to take my hand off your mouth now. Only if you promise not to
scream. Okay?" he asked and Bela nodded her head in agreement.

Chandan let go of her hand. But his body was still fully pressed against her.

"Have you gone mad?" Bela said in a whisper.

"No need to whisper." Chandan smiled, now lecherously. "Those old people are
many rooms away and are hard of hearing anyway."

"Okay, have you gone insane? What do you think you are doing?" Bela said trying to
sound authoritative, and reminding herself that this man was after all just a servant.

"You have driven me insane, memsaab." Chandan said, grinding his body against
her even more. Bela felt his chest rub against her breasts. He continued, "You ask to
see my dick, ask to touch it, enjoy touching it and then suddenly disappear?"

"You liar!" Bela shot back "I did not ask to see or touch your.....thing. You forced me
to. And get off, you're suffocating me."

"Hah!" Chandan said triumphantly "You denied asking to see it or touch it, but you
did not deny that you enjoyed touching it. So you did enjoy it."

"What nonsense." Bela said, "I said get off me or I will scream, I don't care what
happens next."

Chandan took that threat seriously and backed away a few feet. Bela started to
adjust her salwar kameez which had been crumpled by Chandan's manhandling.

"You are so stupid." Chandan said, folding his hands.

"What???" Bela said, almost yelling. "I am stupid? Why am I stupid?"

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"Because you are lying to yourself. You know you liked whatever happened that
night. Yet you just ran away. I kept knocking that night, but you didn't answer. And
then you stopped sleeping on the roof altogether." Chandan said.

"Only for a couple of days. I am sleeping there again now." Bela said and bit her
tongue. What on earth had made her say that, she wondered.

"Oh, is it? My mistake, then. I came up for a few days and the room was locked and
dark, so I thought you got scared. But it turns out you have been waiting for me
every night?" Chandan said laughing.

"Don't be insane. I am not waiting for anything or anyone. And now I have to go."
Bela said.

"So should I come over tonight?" Chandan asked.

"No! No no!" Bela said, "I beg you, please stop bothering me."

"Bela memsaab!" Chandan said, feigning surprise, "I am hurt! You think I am
bothering you? I never had a knife to your throat or a gun to your head, did I? You
were a willing participant. And you just said you enjoyed playing with my dick."

"I never said that!" Bela protested.

"Ah, again, you deny saying it, but you don't deny it being true." Chandan said with
aplomb.

Bela sighed and slapped her forehead with her palm. This man was impossible! Why
won't he stop with these word games and mind games, she wondered.

"Listen, Chandan. I am going. I am sorry if I did something to lead you on. But this
must stop now. I am a decent girl from a good family. Please stop this." Bela said.

Chandan said nothing. Just stared at her intently.

"I am going now." Bela said and started walking towards the door.

"WAIT!" Chandan said in a voice so commanding that Bela found herself stopping
even against her wishes. He continued,

"You think I am bothering you. You are the one who has been teasing me. I am just a
simple unmarried servant. I have never done or said anything inappropriate to you
for all these years. It was you who first teased me by getting half-naked with the
window open even when you saw me standing there."

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"I did not.." Bela started to protest but Chandan raised his palm and she stopped.

"Even after that, you're the one who spied on me. And after that too, you willingly...."
Chandan said and stopped. He continued in a very sad voice "Do you feel happy
about teasing a poor old servant like this? Is that what you are doing?"

"No, Chandan, come on, please." Bela said, suddenly feeling sorry for Chandan and
looking at things his way.

"I had a pretty wife too, you know. She died from tuberculosis." Chandan said, now
tears streaming down his eyes, much to Bela's horror. "But I never remarried,
because I could not forget her. I have not been with a woman in 20 years. You think
that's easy?"

Bela stayed silent, unsure of what to say. She had never seen a grown man cry in
front of her. And she was too naive to realize that all this had probably been a big
performance from Chandan. She did not understand that he was manipulating her.
Making her feel guilty and sorry for him.

"You want to go?" Chandan said, wiping his tears, "Then go. That's what women like
you do. I always thought you were a nice person. Never realized what an evil shrew
you are."

"I am....I am sorry Chandan." Bela said. "I am not a bad person. Please. I did not
mean for any of this to happen."

"Yeah, sure you didn't" Chandan said scornfully.

"I am serious. Let me make it up to you. I have.... I have some money saved over.
About 500 rupees. I'll give it to you. Buy something for yourself." Bela said, unsure of
what else to say.

"What?" Chandan looked at her with more hurt in her eyes, "Once more you have
shown me what my true worth is. You think money can solve everything? You think I
am some sort of a slave for sale?"

"No!" Bela said, horrified that her gesture had been misconstrued, "I just wanted to
make it up to you. Please..." and she trailed off unsure of what to say.

Chandan stayed silent and so did she. The silence continued for a few minutes, and
Bela started wondering if she should leave. Just as she was about to turn and go,
Chandan said,

"If you really want to make it up to me, there is a way..."

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"Yes, how?" Bela asked.

"well, I have never been with a woman in the last 20 years and I was thinking..."
Chandan said.

"What!! Chandan!! How dare you??" Bela yelled, without worrying that uncle and
aunty might have heard it. They hadn't.

"No, no, you misunderstand. I am not asking to sleep with you!" Chandan said,
getting up and shaking his palms in front of him.

"Ok." Bela said, mollified.

"Come on, memsaab. I am not stupid. You are a virgin, who should stay a virgin until
her wedding night, as our traditions dictate. And even if you were not to stay virgin, I
know I am just a measly servant. So please, that's not what I meant." he said.

"Ok, then what?" Bela asked.

"Well.... like I was saying, I have never been with a woman in 20 years. Never even
seen a woman naked in that long, forget someone as beautiful as you. My request to
you was...." Chandan said and paused, "...could you...some time...not now, any
time..... just let me see you topless for a few seconds?"

"What?????" Bela said, her voice rising again.

"Please listen. I am not asking for anything much. Just once. Just give me a glimpse
of your bare breasts for a few seconds. You can be in your room. I will be on the roof
on this side. You just keep the window open, give me a glimpse, and that's it. You
have no idea how much it will mean to me." Chandan said.

Bela stared at him, unable to believe what he was saying.

"After all, you have seen my dick and even touched it. So in a way, you sort of owe
me something like that in return. No no, I am not demanding it" he said as Bela
started to open her mouth to protest, "it is just a request. Totally up to you. You said
you wanted to make it up to me. This is a very easy way. For a few seconds. From
20 feet away. And I will cherish that memory forever."

"Chandan, I can't do that." Bela finally said.

"Ok, I understand." Chandan said, his shoulders slumping. "Anyway, you should
probably go or your mother will get worried."

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He walked to the door, opened it and held it for Bela to walk out. She walked out,
feeling very dazed and confused. Chandan didn't say a word, just walked a few feet
behind her to the front door and closed it when she left. ----

Bela spent the rest of the day very distracted, almost like a zombie. She kept
replaying in her head the conversation she had with Chandan. And she started
questioning her own actions. Had she really teased him and led him on, knowingly or
unknowingly? Was it really more her fault than his? It wasn't all her fault, she
reasoned. She might have made a couple of mistakes, but he had forced a lot of
things on her. Or had he? She couldn't recall him quite coercing her. Maybe nudging
her.

And even if he had, was it her fault too? He was right. He was just a single old
servant. If she had been careless enough to expose her semi-nude body to him,
wasn't it natural of him to push things further? Maybe she should just do what he
wanted. Give him a small glimpse of her breasts and end the matter there. It had all
started with her flashing him through the window, and maybe that's the way the
whole matter should end.

But no! How could she just let a common servant see her topless? She, who never
even wore tight or revealing clothes for fear of appearing cheap or slutty. How could
she flash him? No, there was no way she could do it, she reasoned.

The next few nights were like a game to see who blinked first. Every night when she
went up to her room, Chandan would be standing on the other roof, right in front of
her window. She would enter the room, get her clothes from the cupboard, then go to
the window and close it.

Every night, their eyes met. Chandan wore a pleading and plaintive expression on
his face, silently begging her to just flash him. She would look back at him without
any emotion on her face for a few seconds, close the window and then change.
Chandan didn't push her at all. He did not cross over to this side and knock on the
door or window. Nor did he ever try to flash her.

Chandan's restrained and even decent behavior actually started creating a dilemma
for Bela. If he had been acting sleazily or pushily, it would have been easier to justify
turning down his demands. But here, he was just standing there and waiting. And
pleading. With puppy-like eyes. With each passing day, Bela started thinking more
and more about actually doing it. All that thinking would always end with a
resounding "No, I can't!". But the amount of time she spent agonizing over it did keep
growing.

And then coincidentally, the TV schedule played its part too. Once she was watching
TV and the Hollywood movie American Beauty came on. And she watched
spellbound the scene where Thora Birch gets topless for her neighbor. It was the TV
version, so obviously Birch's boobs weren't shown on screen, but it was clear what
was happening. The scene started playing in her mind long after the movie ended.

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Sometimes she would imagine herself in the place of Thora Birch. And Chandan in
the place of the boy next door. Then she started imagining and fantasizing it all
happening on her roof. And it started making her wet between the legs. Now she
would spend hours daydreaming about flashing herself to Chandan. In her mind, she
was clear that she would never actually go through with it, and that she was just
indulging in idle fantasies. But with each fantasy, her resolve was being chipped
away. And of course, each night Chandan would be there, passively adding to the
pressure.

Bela isn't sure when she exactly decided to go through with it. She doesn't even
remember if she consciously made the decision to do it, or just got caught up in the
moment. She suspects that maybe she happened to be fantasizing about it right
when she was changing, and her mind forgot the difference between fantasy and
reality. Or maybe, like I suggested to her, she wanted to do it, but after the fact, her
mind had created these justifications to help her cope with guilt.

We'll never know exactly how Bela got around to doing it. What we do know is, she
did go through with it.

That night started like all others, Chandan standing on the other roof, in front of the
window, about 20 feet away. Bela went to the window and stared at him. Only this
time, she did not close the window. She kept staring at Chandan for a few more
minutes, and possibly fantasizing about doing it. She was wearing a sari that night.

Her right hand moved, as if by itself, and pulled her pallu (the end of the sari) over
the shoulder and let it drop to the floor. There she was now, in only her blouse, her
cleavage and stomach exposed to Chandan. Chandan noticed the significance of
what she did, but did not move a muscle, just like bird watchers avoiding any
movement lest they scare away a rare bird they just sighted.

Bela stood like that for a while. She is not sure how long. Maybe a minute, maybe
ten minutes. Then she started unbuttoning her blouse, very slowly. The buttons were
in the front, so as each button came loose, it revealed more and more of her
cleavage and her bra. Finally, all buttons came undone and the front two halves of
her blouse fell to the sides, exposing her bra. She stood like that, her blouse opened
for a few minutes. Then she took the bra off and dropped it to the floor, with only a
bra covering her body above the waist. --- Until her boobs were fully exposed,
Chandan had stood there, absolutely still. But a look at her young, luscious, perfect
boobs was too much for him. He moved, and moved to loosen the knot on his
pyjama. He loosened it, and dropped the pyjama and his underwear to the floor,
exposing a fully erect cock. He then started masturbating, standing there, staring at a
topless Bela.

Even though the request from Chandan had been to only give him a fleeting glimpse
of herself topless, Bela found herself unable to move or cover up. Her gaze was
transfixed on Chandan's dick as his hand jerked it off. Chandan noticed it, and that
emboldened him to make the next move. He kicked off his pyjamas and underwear

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from around his ankles, and naked from the waist down, climbed the wall separating
the two roofs and jumped over.

Within a few seconds, he was inches away from Bela, on the other wide of the
window. The two of them stood there like that, Bela, naked from the waist up, staring
at Chandan's dick which he had resumed jacking off, and Chandan, naked from the
waist down, staring wide-eyed at Bela's perfect boobs.

"Can I touch them?" Chandan asked in a hoarse voice. "Please?"

Bela shook her head resolutely. She was caught up in the moment, but still retained
enough sense to not go too far. Chandan repeated his plea a couple more times, but
Bela kept shaking her head. Finally he gave up, not wanting to spoil a good thing by
pushing things too far, and stood there, whacking his dick. In a couple of minutes, he
was ready to cum, and he said,

"Ooohh... I am about to burst. Should I? Right here? Like this?" he said, holding his
dick tilted upwards, like a canon aiming at Bela's tits.

Bela did not fully understand what he was asking. She thought he was just asking
her permission to ejaculate. She had no problem with it. In fact she was curious to
see it happen this up close. So she nodded her head in agreement. In a few
seconds, Chandan started cumming.

And that's when it hit Bela, both literally and figuratively. Literally, Chandan's semen
spurted from his dick and flew, hitting Bela on her boobs and stomach, with some
gobs landing on the window bars too. Figuratively, it hit Bela that Chandan had been
asking permission for precisely this - spraying his seed on her body. Bela looked
down and stared at her boobs as they were getting splattered by Chandan's semen.
Her mind was screaming out loud, that whatever was happening was a bit too much.
But her body was enchanted and frozen at the idea of this unknown unfamiliar white
sticky substance hitting her.

e door shut loudly.

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Riaz heard the door slam and turned around, confused. He stared at the door for a
couple of seconds and then smiled at himself and got back to work.

I was intrigued by Bela's sudden decision to go to the bedroom. I had unlocked the
bedroom window too, so I decided to go and risk taking a peek. I tiptoed my way
around the side wall and was just a couple of feet away from the window, about to
open it when I was startled. The window opened by itself! I realized at once that Bela
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of relief. A few seconds later and Bela would have caught me. But why did she open
the window, I wondered. I bent my head downwards and extended it and suddenly
caught a glimpse of Bela's skirt, and rushed backwards. For some reason, she was
standing in the window. What was she doing? I had to see. But how?

I slid behind the side wall and looked around in desperation, trying to locate a place
from where I could look at the window undetected. And then I saw it. A small bush at
the back of the side compound wall. I could get a great view of the bedroom window
from behind it. It was not very tall though, barely two feet. So if I had to hide behind
it, I'd have to crawl on my stomach, like commandos, and mess up my shirt and
pants. Oh well, I thought. I earn enough to not care about a set of clothes.

A minute later, I had jumped outside the compound, and crawled along the wall
using my elbows until I was behind the bush. And the first glimpse I got of the
window from my hidden spot was enough to convince me that all this crawling had
been worth it. Because Bela was standing in the window, topless, her eyes closed,
her hands gripping the window bars, thrusting her boobs out through the gaps
between the windows. Her boobs were too big for the gap between the window, so
each one had gotten pressed vertically. My wife was flashing her tits out the window,
under the impression that there was no one outside. She was moving her body
slowly up and down, making the window bars rub against her boobs. Had she done
this for Chandan too, I wondered, but omitted to tell me? And had she been doing
this regularly in our house when I was not at home? The thought gave me an instant
hard-on.

Bela then took her hands off the window bars and put them on her boobs, playing
with her nipples. I could see her chest heaving visibly, so she was definitely turned
on and very breathless. She played with her nipples like that for a while and then
stepped back. I wondered if she was finished playing with herself. But a few seconds
later she reappeared. Or rather, her bare back and skirt covered butt reappeared.
Gradually, she slipped the skirt down and took it off. Then she took her panties off,
and thrust her ass out towards the window bars. Her round fleshy ass pressed
against the window bars.

As turned on as I was at all this, what she did next absolutely blew my mind. She
hitched herself up and sat sideways on the windowsill. Her side profile was visible to
me, one breast, one outstretched leg, one luscious thigh and part of one butt cheek.
It seemed to me for a few seconds that she was just sitting there with her eyes
closed. But then I saw the movement of her hand going up and down behind her
thigh and it hit me like a ton of bricks - my wife was masturbating! She was fingering
herself! whenever I had asked her if she masturbated, she had either refused flat out
or then avoided the question. I had started to suspect maybe she didn't know how to
masturbate. A lot of girls from conservative families don't. But looking at the lustful
expression on her upturned face, it was obvious that she knew what she was doing.

The movement of her hand got faster and faster, and she shut her eyes even more
tightly, bit down on her lip, probably to avoid yelling out, and shuddered for a few
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Once her orgasm subsided, she relaxed and slumped back a little, opening her eyes.
And I saw a smile of extreme contentment flash across her face. After the novelty-
driven excitement of seeing my wife finger herself subsided, a fact suddenly brought
itself to my attention. This is why she had decided to suddenly head to the bedroom.
Seeing Riaz's greek-god torso has turned her on so much that she just had to bring
herself off right away. And I felt a slight tug of jealousy as I realized, she had
probably been thinking of him and not me when she masturbated.

Bela sat at the window naked for a few more minutes, and then she suddenly turned
her head to look inside. I saw her lips move as she said something and hurriedly
started putting her clothes on. Within twenty seconds, working at astonishing speed,
Bela put on her bra, panties, tank top and skirt. And then she closed the window. I
lay there on the ground for a few seconds, letting the events of the last few minutes
sink in. And then I got up and jumped over the compound, to go to the living room
and see what had made Bela leave.

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I rushed on my tiptoes to the living room window which I had left slightly open when I
was last there. I peeked in but could not see Riaz anywhere, at least not where I had
seen him before. I opened the other side of the window slightly and peeked inside to
check if he was at the other end of the living room. And sure enough, there he was.
He was in the other corner of the living room, taping some cables together and
putting paneling on them. I was disappointed to see he was in that corner. Because it
was the farthest point from the window, almost 20 feet away. I really had to crane my
neck to see the events there properly. And I was pretty sure I would not be able to
hear anything being said there.

I was wondering where Bela was when she walked out of the kitchen with a bottle of
cold water and a glass in her hand. I guessed then that Riaz had probably knocked
on the door to ask for water. Bela walked over to him and handed him the bottle and
the glass. I could see Riaz's lips moving, so he was saying something but I could not
hear it. He took the bottle, and without using the glass, emptied half of it in his
mouth. He then got up, and moved to the left. Which almost made me curse out loud
with frustration. Because he was now out of my line of sight.

I did see some water splashing though, and Bela jumped back with a surprised look
on her face. She was saying something, but the look on her face suggested that she
was staring at Riaz's body very openly. I was getting frustrated at being unsighted
from whatever was happening, when it suddenly struck me. If I went to the kitchen
window above the stove and peeked in through them, it would give me a straight
view of the spot Riaz was standing at. Since Bela was obviously not in the kitchen, I
could risk using that window.

I literally sprinted towards the kitchen wall, carefully opened the window slightly,
moved the curtains and peeked. Sure enough, I got a straight view. I was even
farther away, almost 40 feet away, but at least I had a direct view. And what I saw

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was Riaz standing there, his hair, face, torso and part of his pants wet. And I realized
that after drinking half the water, Riaz had emptied the rest of it on himself,
apparently to cool himself down in the warm weather. The result was obvious. His
rippling chest and abs, already impressive, looked even more alluring covered in
water. Which explained the look I had seen on Bela's face a while back.

He had a smile on his face. Bela's back was towards me so I could not see her face.
She was standing about 4 feet away from him. He was saying something to her. And
then Bela shook her head. he said something again, and she shook her head again.
I would have given my right arm to have had a secret mic in there. But all I could do
was look.

And as I looked, I saw Riaz gently stretch his hand forward, take Bela's right hand in
his, and put it on her chest. I felt another pang of jealousy as he let go of her hand,
but she let it stay on his chest. She ran her fingers over his chest and over his abs,
playing with his chest hair. And then, I watched in amazement as she leaned forward
and started kissing and licking his ripped chest.

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I could not believe my eyes. My wife, who had been so shy and demure, was clearly
enjoying herself thoroughly as she went to work on his chest. As if it was some huge
piece of chocolate. Well, I guess it kinda was. Riaz's skin was dark brown in color,
and with his well defined abs, it looked a bit like a chocolate bar. I was debating with
myself whether I should walk in the door, and put on end to it, when suddenly Bela
straightened. Riaz had been saying something to her, and I guessed he had said
something stupid that upset her. But what she did next indicated that wasn't the
case. Bela's hands reached for her tank top and in one swift motion took it off. Before
I could even register the surprise at Bela exposing herself so readily to a common
internet installation guy, she went one step further, unclasped her bra and took it off.

I stared at my wife's bare back in amazement, as she stood there, showing her
magnificently big tits to Riaz. Riaz, who until then had been all smiles and
comments, seemed taken aback by what he saw. His eyes almost bulged out, as he
feasted them on my wife's amazing chest. I could understand how the sight took his
breath away. But only for a few seconds. He broke out into a wide grin again and
said something, pointing towards his chest.

In response, Bela took a couple of steps ahead, until she was, well, not exactly
hugging him, but almost. It was clear that she was pressing her boobs against his
muscles torso. They weren't hugging, not yet, because both their arms were still
hanging by their sides. But the way Bela's back was moving, it was clear that she
was mashing her big boobs against his chest. Then finally, Riaz raised his hands
and put them on her shoulder blades and started moving her side to side. I imagine
that must have made her boobs squish and roll on his chest.

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In some corner of my brain, a voice was saying that this had gone too far. I had
hoped that Bela would tease Riaz when I wasn't around, but things were moving too
fast. Yet the sight of my milky white skinned wife, topless mashing her breasts
against a dark skinned stranger aroused me beyond belief. I was sporting the
biggest hard-on I ever had. And the hard-on got even harder, if that was possible at
what Riaz did next.

He gently slid his hands down from her shoulders blades. And Bela still kept moving
side to side, now fully into the rhythm. Riaz's hands slowly ventures south, over her
lower back and then ended up on her skirt-covered ass. He grabbed one ass-cheek
in each hand and gave it a squeeze. I expected Bela to react, but she did not. Riaz
took it as a green signal to proceed further, and put his hands under her skirt. Even
at that distance I could make out that the hands had made their way inside her
panties and were fondling her ass directly. And if hands were on her ass, they
obviously would have made contact with her pussy. But Bela was not resisting.

That really made me panic. I had been so sure of Bela's shyness that I never
accounted for the possibility that Riaz could have an attractive and well-built body
that could make her so easy to manipulate. What Chandan could never do and
Shyam had never even attempted for weeks, Riaz had done almost right away.
Technically, she had still not done anything with him that she had not done with
Shyam. Shyam too had fingered her cunt right in front of me. She had even whacked
him off. So I should not have panicked just yet. But Bela had been very much in
control with Shyam, whereas here it seemed like she had become Riaz's personal
toy.

I first decided to walk to the main door and knock on it. And end the whole thing right
there. But then I realized that I would have to give some sort of an excuse that Bela
would probably see through. Plus, I remembered how reclusive Bela had become
after that night with Shyam, almost retreating into a shell because of some misplaced
guilt. If she got caught by me while in the act, the guilt would have been so huge that
Bela would have turned into the frigid unresponsive woman she was when we first
married. All the progress she had made would be undone.

So I could not barge in. But I also needed to put some sort of a speed-breaker in the
proceedings. Riaz's hands were by now massaging my wife's ass really hard, and I
noticed that she had put her arms around him too. He must have definitely gotten an
erection by now, and hugging him like she was, she must have definitely felt it. How
do I stop this. That's when an idea struck me. Telephone! I was far away and could
not hear them, so they could not hear me either. I could just call her up.

I took my cell phone out of my pocket and dialed the home number right away. The
phone in the home started ringing, and both Riaz and Bela froze for a second. Bela
started pushing him away to go answer the phone, but he kept his hands firmly on
her ass, pinning her to him, saying something - probably that she should ignore the
phone. but Bela kept struggling. After a few seconds, Riaz took his hands out of her
panties, and Bela ran to the right where the phone was kept and put of my sight. The

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phone rang a couple more times, as Bela probably waited to regain her breath and
make her voice sound normal.

Riaz was still standing there looking in the direction of my wife, when she finally
answered.

"Hello." she said.

"Hi Bela. How're you doing?" I said in a low voice.

"I am fine. Are you in Basantpur?" she asked, her voice sounding almost normal. If I
had not seen for myself what had happened, I would probably never have guessed
that she had just been making out with another man.

"Yes, I am here." I said, then thought that I should add a reason for why I was
speaking in such a low voice. "The VP is on a conference call a few feet away, so I
can't talk loudly."

"Okay." she said and stayed silent. I looked into the house and noticed that Riaz had
also gone out of my line of sight, probably next to Bela.

"Has the internet guy finished his work yet?" I asked.

"Yes... I mean no... I mean... he has done most of it. He is just finishing up." Bela
said haltingly, giving away her confusion and inability to lie smoothly.

"I hope you didn't get naughty with him and tease him in your skimpy clothes." I said
playfully.

"What? No, no. Come on, Gautam. What are you...." she said and suddenly there
was a sound of a small slap. Not like someone slapping a face, but more like gently
slapping a hand or a thigh.

"What was that?" I asked, although I had my theory about what it was. Riaz was
trying to act fresh with her and she had slapped his hand away.

"Oh, nothing. Mosquito." Bela said, lying this time a lot more smoothly. "Just a
second...hold on..."

As Bela paused, I saw her walking rapidly towards the kitchen with the cordless in
her hand. Another second and she would have seen me in the window. I dropped to
the ground right away and started crawling away.

"Sorry, I had to move. There were too many mosquitoes there." I heard Bela's dual
voice.... from the phone and directly coming from the window.

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"Gotta go. Later, honey." I hurriedly whispered and disconnected the line. My heart
was racing because of how close I had come to getting caught. If Bela had found out
that I had been spying on her the whole time, no matter how conservative and
obedient she is, she would have left me for sure. I stood there, waiting to catch my
breath.

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A minute or so later, I decided to peek in again. From the place I had crawled to, the
living room window was the closest. So I tiptoed there and peeked in. What I saw
gave me a lot of relief for a couple of reasons. The first reason was that Bela and
Riaz were now in the part of the living room where I could see them and hear them
clearly. The second reason was that my phone call had at least partly done its job.
Bela seemed a lot more in control again.

Well, she was still topless, sitting on the couch in just her skirt and panties, her
boobs hanging out with the mangalsutra resting between them. I noticed they were
moist, maybe because of rubbing against Riaz's water-soaked chest. Riaz was
sitting next to her, leaning back, but not touching her. The arrogant smirk was gone
from his face. He was staring at Bela with a worried look on his face and Bela was
staring at her feet. They were both silent for about a minute.

Then Riaz cautiously reached out his hand and tried to touch her breast. From the
way he was attempting it slowly, I guessed he had tried it before but had been
slapped away. Not this time though. Bela ignored his hand as it cupped her breast.
That non-reaction made Riaz break out into a wide grin. He slid closer to her and put
his other hand on her bare thigh. Again, no reaction. He slowly slid the hand up her
thigh until it was inside her skirt. From the position I was at, I could see that his
fingers were almost at the top of her thigh and inches away from her pussy. And
suddenly, it struck me that she was sitting at the exact same spot she was sitting at
when Shyam's fingers made their way there.

Riaz moved his fingers slowly inside her panties from the side and she let out a
moan as it became evident that he had touched either her clit or her pussy. That
moan seemed to work like an electric jolt for Riaz, who immediately stood up and
unbuttoned his pants and slid them down in a flash with his underwear. And his erect
circumcised dick sprang forward. It was not very big, about my size, but was quite
thick. And because it was circumcised, the bulbous head was prominent. Bela
looked at it, as if spellbound. This was the first circumcised dick she had laid eyes
on. And what she said next revealed that she had no idea what circumcision is or
does.

"It looks so different! It has like a.....helmet." she said, almost sounding like a child.

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Riaz burst out laughing, and his dick sprang up and down as he laughed. Bela's eyes
followed it, up and down.

"Different from whom? Your husband?" he asked as he laughed.

"Yes, it looks so completely different. Especially at the end." she said, still sounding
more struck by curiosity than by arousal.

"Well, obviously it looks different at the end. Didn't you expect that?" he asked.

"No."

He started laughing again and Bela looked at him confused.

"I really can't understand you, memsaab. On the one hand, you seem like such
a.....well...experienced woman. And bold. Yesterday you were screaming more than
a woman giving birth when your husband was fucking you. And today you've
been...well, you know. On the other hand, you seem genuinely clueless about the
most basic things that a woman like you should know." he said.

Bela looked even more puzzled.

"Anyway, forget why it looks different. The question is, what are you going to do with
it?"

Bela answered with action, not words. She wrapped her fingers around his dick and
started jacking him off.

"Oooohhhh...yeah, that's good memsaab. Great start." Riaz said happily.

Bela continued her handjob, increasing the speed, which made Riaz grunt in please
again. She was at it for about a minute when Riaz put his hand on hers and said,

"OK, now next step."

"Next step?" Bela looked at him surprised?

In response, Riaz pried her fingers loose and took a couple of steps closer. It was
obvious to me what Riaz was about to do, but gullible Bela had still not realized it.
She kept staring as his dick came closer and closer until it was right next to her
mouth. She looked at it and then up at his face, quizzically.

"What?" she asked.

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"What do you mean what? Take it on your mouth, memsaab." Riaz said, matter-of-
factly.

"No no no... NO!" Bela reacted in genuine shock and got up from the couch and took
a couple of steps back. Now it was Riaz's turn to look confused.

"What do you mean no?" He asked.

"I am not doing.....THAT with you." She said sternly.

"What? Why not?" he asked.

"Because I am a married woman." she said sincerely. But the comment obviously
confused Riaz even more.

"What does your married being have to do with it? We have been doing all this other
stuff even with your mangalsutra on. So why does marriage enter into the picture
suddenly?" he asked.

"It's my rule. I don't do that with anyone with my husband." she said. "Doing stuff with
the hand is fine. Mouth, no."

Hearing that made me feel very thrilled and happy for some reason. yes, my beloved
and newly slutty wife was playing with him, but she still wasn't crossing the lines she
wouldn't cross in my presence. Riaz stared at her dumbfounded. Then he shrugged
and said,

"Well, whatever. I don't care."

He took a couple of steps close to her and took her in his arms. Which she did not
mind at all. He hugged her gently, and she ran her fingers between them, up and
down his abs. I was not sure what exactly was in Riaz's mind, although I had a clue.
But I don't think Bela had the foggiest. So she did not mind at all when his hands slid
down to her waist and started pushing her skirt and panties down. Bela did not resist
at all and soon he had my wife completely naked.

He then fondled her ass and ran his fingers over his pussy lips. He inserted a finger
inside and she let out a happy moan again. Riaz gently pulled her with him towards
the couch. He pushed her so that she was on sitting on it, with her legs spread apart.
Riaz slowly got down on his knees, leaned forward and kissed her on the lips. He did
not seem like a great kisser. Bela broke the kiss almost immediately. He then put his
finger inside her pussy again and started finger fucking her. Bela leaned back and
moaned in pleasure as he got her juices flowing. She started pressing her own
boobs and looked at Riaz with half-closed eyes as his fingers kept going in and out
of her cunt.

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"Okay, nicely wet and ready now." he said. I knew what he meant by that. I was
almost about to yell out for them to stop, when Bela opened her eyes completely and
said.

"Ready for what?" she asked. Ah, she would put a stop to it for sure.

Riaz smiled and leaned forward, kissing her on the lips again. This time he grabbed
the back of her head so that she could not break the kiss. The kiss lasted for about
20 seconds and then I watched in horror as Riaz raised his hips, lined up his dick
and in one swift thrust penetrated her sopping wet cunt, almost all the way in.

A scream froze in my throat. I was horrified at the idea of someone else actually
fucking my wife, but at the same time, the actual incident happening had turned me
on beyond belief. I should have screamed out and stopped Riaz, but I did not.
Instead, Bela did.

"NOOOOOOO!" she screamed and pushed him back with force. Riaz fell backwards,
his dick exiting her cunt as rapidly as it had entered it. He stumbled against the
coffee table and managed to stabilize himself and avoid falling down.

"What the hell is wrong with you, you bitch?" he yelled back.

"What were you doing?" Bela shouted in a trembling voice. "You were that....down
there...inside.... I told you only hands....."

"Wait, you thought I was getting you naked and laying you on the couch just to
finger-fuck you?" Riaz asked.

"Yes!" Bela said.

"But...come on... I don't get it... listen, just let me try it again. You'll like it." Riaz said
and started moving closer to her.

"NOOOO!" Bela screamed again, got up off the couch and ran towards the bedroom.
Riaz watched dumbfounded as she sprinted inside the bedroom, closed the door
behind her and bolted it shut. He had no idea what had just happened and why.

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I watched, my mind filled with a mixture of relief and disappointment, as Riaz

slumped down on the couch, his erection softening rapidly. He punched the couch
cushions a couple of times in annoyance. Then he got up and put on his underwear
and pants. He sat there like that for a while more, his head in his hand, trying to
make sense of what had happened. Five more minutes went by and he put on his
vest and shirt too. He then walked towards the bedroom door and knocked.

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he was saying something, but was saying it softly, so I could not hear it. He kept
knocking on the door and finally Bela opened it. i saw that she was still naked, and
her face looked like she had been crying. They spoke for a couple of minutes, but in
low voices so I could not hear what they were saying. After that Riaz, his shoulders
sagging, walked away, and the still naked Bela closed the door. I wondered what
exactly they might have said to each other. My guess was, she was apologizing to
him, and from his body language, it looked like he had been doing the same. I was
very impressed that he had respected her decisions and not tried to force himself on
her. Anyone else in that position might have.

Riaz headed to the far end of the living room again to get back to work. The same
spot where this game had first started, the spot that was out of my eyeline from the
living room window. I stood there, waiting to see what would happen next. But the
bedroom door stayed closed for a while and Riaz seemed to be in that corner. twenty
minutes passed by and I was getting a bit bored. I felt pretty sure that the action had
ended and nothing else would happen. The conversation the two had at the bedroom
door seemed to have a sense of finality to it. I was about to turn around, go back to
my car, and then make some excuse to return.

Just as I was going to turn and leave, I saw the bedroom door open. Bela walked
out, still completely naked. She had definitely been crying a lot, and her hair was a
mess. She looked to her left, at Riaz and said something. Then she started walking
towards the kitchen. After she disappeared into the kitchen, I considered going to
that window to see what she was doing when suddenly, I felt the cell phone buzz in
my pocket. I picked it up, ran to the back of the house and answered it.

"Hello." I said.

"Come home soon, Gautam, please." Bela said in a very forlorn voice.

"What's wrong, Bela?" I asked, feigning ignorance.

"Just come home. I can't tell you over the phone. I have done something horrible and
I need to confess it to you. And I will understand if you divorce me after that." Bela
said.

"What? Come on, Bela. Don't be silly. Anyway, I will be home soon. In an hour
maybe." I said and hung up. I suddenly started feeling guilty for setting this whole
plan in motion. If I had just stayed at home, none of this would have ever happened.
And now, just for some kinky kicks, I had let my wife get wracked by guilt.

I decided to go back to my car. As I was walking past the house to head out to the
compound I jumped over, I noticed that the kitchen window over the stove was still
open. I ducked under it, in case Bela was still in the kitchen, then crept up slowly to
make sure she wasn't. Well, she wasn't in the kitchen.

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Instead, I saw her at the far end of the living room, at the very spot where she had
first kissed and licked Riaz's chest. Riaz was squatted on the ground, working on the
internet connection. And Bela was standing next to him, naked clearly saying
something. He would nod once in a while and say something brief in return. I
guessed she was still apologizing to him. I watched, unable to look away as they
kept talking for about five minutes.

At the end of it, Bela went close to Riaz, bent down, and kissed him on the forehead
gently. I then saw her advance her right hand, which was curled up into a fist and
press it into Riaz's hand. That was the first time I noticed there was something small
in her hand. The way she handed it to him, and he held it in his hand, I guessed it
was money. My wife, feeling guilty, was giving Riaz some money to make up for
being such a tease. She then got up, turned around and walked back into the
bedroom.

Riaz just sat there like that, glum look on his face for a couple of minutes. Then, to
my surprise, he broke out into a grin, and looked at the money in his hand. He
pumped the fist in air a couple of times, like a tennis player does after hitting a good
shot. I was surprised that just getting some money had made him so happy. I
wondered how much she had given him.

Now, money can make people happy. But very few people get sexually aroused by
it. I watched surprised as Riaz seemed to have that precise reaction. He got up and
hurriedly took off his shirt. He then unbuttoned his pants, pulled them down with his
underwear and kicked them away, sporting a full erection. This really confused me.
And actually angered me a little. I realized that I had been wrong in thinking he was a
nice enough man to force himself on her. Even after their conversations, it seemed
like he was now about to do exactly that. Fully naked he slowly started advancing
towards the bedroom door.

I was about to run towards the main door and bang on it to stop it, when I noticed
him look at his fist. The fist that held the money. He opened the fist into a palm and
looked at it. I wondered it he was going to throw it away or something. Instead, he
picked it up with his other hand, and then using both hands, it seemed like he tore it.
He tore up the cash, I wondered, when suddenly, a tube light went off in my head.

From a distance of almost 40 feet, I had mistakenly become convinced that Bela had
handed Riaz some currency notes. Now that i focused my eyes on it, what he was
holding in his hand was not a torn currency note, but a torn condom packet. Riaz
took the condom out and threw the wrapper on the floor. He then took the condom,
the condom that my wife had handed to him, and unrolled it over his erect dick. Once
he had the condom on completely, he shouted out something, walked to the
bedroom door and knocked on it.

I watched, scarcely able to believe my eyes as the door opened, and only Bela's
right hand came out. She ran her fingers over his naked chest, all the way down to
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Riaz into the bedroom with her. And that's when reality completely hit me. I had no
idea what exactly had been said in those two conversations, or what my wife had
done in the bedroom. What seemed clear to me, was that she had decided to let him
fuck her after all. Frozen to the ground, I watched the bedroom door slam shut.

In a daze, as if on autopilot, I walked towards the bedroom wall to open the window
and peek inside. But I did not need to open the window. It was wide open. as I
walked closer, and whatever was happening in the window became visible and
audible to me. My wife's boobs were hanging out again like before, pressed through
the window bars. Her eyes were closed like before. Her hands were grabbing the
bars like before. Everything was like before, when I spied her earlier in the bedroom
window.

Well, not exactly like before. This time her body was moving back and forth. Her
boobs were sliding in and out of the gap between the bars. Her shut eyes twitched in
the same rhythm. And this time she was making the noise
"AAHHHH....AAHHHH...AAHHHH" in the same rhythm too. In a few seconds, two
dark skinned hands came out of the window to join her white ones. The palms
grabbed hold of the boobs from outside the bars. and the tempo of the movement
seemed to increase. I watched dumbfounded, advancing towards the window without
any concern of being seen, as my wife cried out,

"YESSS....YESSS....FUCK ME HARDER RIAZZZ....FUCK ME

HARDERRRRRRRRRR!"

She then opened her eyes, turned her head back to kiss him, and then when she
turned her head straight to look out of the window, her eyes met mine. She looked at
me without any expression on her face, and said,

"I said harder Riaz, harder!"

THE END

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