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 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.
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.
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 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.
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 a****l 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 Shyam.
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 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.
"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.
"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 k** 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."
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 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,
"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 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.
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.
"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,
"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.
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