Shy Indian Wife get Fucked

“I thought I was hallucinating.” Bela glumly said. “That my guilt was making me imagine you were right there. So I closed my eyes.”

“And then he came inside you.” I said, the images burned in my brain. Bela had closed her eyes after staring at me, opened her mouth and started moaning. Riaz’s brown fingers clasped tightly, almost painfully around her boobs, and I saw her body start shaking rapidly in a telltale climax rhythm.

“Yes.” she said. “I am so sorry.”

And she started crying again. I sighed. It had taken almost an hour to stop her crying, bring her to normal and get her talking again.

After the young buck had shot his jizz into the condom inside my wife’s cunt, he leaned forward in satisfaction to kiss her. But he stopped with his lips half an inch from her face. Because that’s when he saw me. And unlike Bela, he didn’t think I was a hallucination.

“AAAAAHHHH!!” he shouted as his eyes went really wide in terror.

Bela winced at the shriek in her ears and opened her eyes.

“What???” she asked in an annoyed voice.

“SAHAB!! Oh shit oh shit oh shit!!”

That’s when Bela looked at me and realized I was actually there. Her mouth opened wide and she suddenly jerked back, her boobs squeezing back through the bars and she also let out a squeal.

“It’s okay!!” I loudly said and started walking towards the window.

But they had both disappeared.

I walked towards the front of the house. Just as I turned the corner, I saw Riaz run out pulling his underwear on and holding his pants in his hands.

“Wait!!” I shouted.

“AAAAAAHHH!!” he shouted again and clutching his pants, sprinted towards the main gate, jumped over it and started running at a rapid clip.

I was completely nonplussed by the situation. I had no idea what exactly I wanted to do. A part of me, the possessive male ego part, wanted to chase down and beat up the man who had just fucked my wife. But the kinky and depraved part of me recognized that he wasn’t to be blamed. He had made a move like a virile red blooded young man and it had worked. With my wife’s consent, he had gotten to fuck her.

Riaz looked back a couple of times to see if I was giving chase, but kept running even when he saw I wasn’t. He didn’t even stop to put his pants on. Luckily we lived in a remote area so there was no one around to see the strange sight of a young man sprinting in his underwear. I could see why he was terrified. He, a lowly tradesman, had just been caught fucking an upper class man’s wife. Obviously, he expected retribution.

I watched him until he all but disappeared from my sight and walked into the house. He had left all his tools and extra cables in the living room, along with his shirt.

“Bela!” I yelled out and walked to the bedroom assuming she would be there. But on the way, I noticed the bathroom door open and heard her wails. I walked in.

My shy wife…well not so shy anymore…was sitting naked on the floor under a running shower, her face in her hands, bawling her eyes out.

“I am sorry…I am so sorry…I am a horrible person…I am a dirty dirty woman…” she said between sobs as she heard me walk in.

“Bela…sweetheart…it’ll be okay.”

I put my phone and wallet on the sink and sat down next to her, and took her in my arms.

It was like she was having a nervous breakdown. It took half an hour to get her out of the bathroom. I still had a hard-on from watching the whole thing between her and Riaz and wanted to mount her right away. But clearly she was not in the right state of mind. Continuing to cry, she dried herself, got dressed, and then crashed on the bed for another session of weeping and hyperventilation.

I kept assuring her, it will be okay, I was not really angry, it’s all fine, in fact it’s my fault for engineering the situation, etc etc. But it didn’t seem like she heard me. Despite all the horizons she had recently crossed at my prodding, Bela remained at heart a traditional orthodox Indian woman. She was having a hard time coming to terms with the guilt of cheating on me.

Finally I had managed to get her talking. But one mention of him shooting his wad inside her and she was back to crying.

“You will divorce me now and my life will be ruined.” she wailed.

“This again! I told you, I am not going to divorce you. I am not blaming you. In fact if anything, it is my fault. I already told you, I hadn’t really gone anywhere.”

“You…you gave me a test…and I failed.” she whimpered.

“It was not a test. It was a silly horny impulse. Bela…honey…I made this happen.”

She was silent for a while. Then she spoke up.

“Why did you make it happen? Why didn’t you stop it?” she finally said in a level voice.

“Good! Ask me that. Ask me that instead of blaming yourself completely.” I said.

“Okay, well, I am asking you.”

I paused and thought a little.

“I don’t know the complete answer, Bela. It’s not like I actively wanted someone else to…” I almost said fuck but saw her quiver and didn’t want to risk setting her off, “…be with you like that. It was an impulse, a kinky thought. Just like all those times out in the open. or what we have been doing with Shyam. Initially, I thought it was just me who was a pervert and you were playing along just to obey me. But then you told me the Chandan story. Which tells me, you are perverted as well.”

“Perverted. You’re right. My mother said I was a characterless slut.” she sulked.

“I mean perverted in a good way. I obviously like such adventures, Bela. And it seems like you like them too.”

She didn’t say anything.

“Now…don’t cry…stay calm…answer my question honestly…you enjoyed that sex with Riaz, didn’t you?”

She blushed and averted her eyes. And then nodded.

“I will be honest. I didn’t find it as objectionable as I would have. When I started the ball rolling, I just wanted to see how far you will go. If I wanted, I could have stopped it any time. I didn’t. I kept watching.”

She looked at me quietly.

“Is that what you want? To see me have sex with other men?”

“I don’t know, Bela. I myself don’t know all the answers. I need to think.” I honestly said. “What about you? I mean…I only started this because initially, I saw that you enjoyed showing off for Riaz.”

“Yes, but you were home.”

“I saw what happened later, after he took his shirt off. Don’t wince…he has a good young body. You felt attracted. You acted on an impulse. Nothing wrong with that.”

“It was still wrong.” And she started crying again.

“Listen darling, maybe it’s best we take a break from this topic. This is getting us nowhere. Just calm down. Make me some chai.”

She nodded as she wiped her eyes, and got up.

The rest of the day went pretty much like that. I occasionally tried to bring up the topic. But Bela was too much of an emotional mess to have a serious discussion. And would start crying. So I dropped the topic altogether. As long as I didn’t mention it, Bela was happy pretending nothing was untoward. She went back to being the dutiful homely housewife. I decided my wife is not the talkative type on this issue. As I had seen before, talking about it or making her aware of it just makes her clam up. So maybe best to play it cool for a while.

For the next few days, things improved but just a little. Bela was still randomly sobbing, but the frequency had reduces a lot. Thankfully, in bed, she was as excitable as ever before, so that part of my life was unaffected. But her orthodox values would take some time to deal with. She had gone back to wearing a sari all day again, and her clothes in recent days had been an indication of her mood. So even the reduction of the crying, I took as a positive sign.

I examined my own feelings. And I realized that even though I had felt pangs of jealousy and regret right at the moment Bela crossed that final line with Riaz, looking back, I only felt turned on by what had happened. I thought about that scene many times at night and throughout the day, seeing her boobs shake outside the window bars, how those dark fingers of the worker looked against her creamy white skin, how she was crying out for him to bang him harder. It definitely made me horny.

At the same time, my practical side was a little shaken at what had happened. Strip away the eroticism from the whole episode, and what had happened was, a common random worker that my wife had known barely 24 hours, had been able to seduce her very easily. Thankfully, she had remembered to use a condom, so there was no danger of disease or pregnancy. The guy had gotten scared and run away, and never shown his face again. And he had not taken any pictures or videos of what had happened. So there was no long term problem that we had to deal with. It could be just treated as a one-night stand or rather a one-afternoon stand.

If things had to be pushed, I would have to be more careful going forward. But move forward, I somehow had to.

Finally it seemed like Bela was almost back to normal, which means her sobbing was down to just a couple of times a day. And didn’t last beyond a minute or two.

I decided to roll the dice. I had to draw her out of her shell. In the past, when she wavered or hesitated, she had done things in her “obedience” to me. Initially it had seemed like the whole obedience thing was purely her orthodox upbringing and small town values, which means that the husband is king of the house. But as I thought more, I realized that at least in the sexual domain, it also gave her an excuse to justify her actions to herself. To get over the shame or the guilt. So whatever she was truly comfortable doing, but felt guilty about, she could be convinced to do using obedience as the excuse.

“Bela, sit, we need to talk.” I sternly said one morning before going to work.

She meekly sat down. She was wearing a very simple blue sari and a traditional blouse and of course the mangalsutra.

“Now listen…you know I am your husband. I know best, right?”

“Yes, ji.” she said looking down at the table, and sub-consciously fingered her mangalsutra.

“So as your husband, I am telling you, the sobbing, crying and all, stops now. And I mean NOW!” I raised my voice.

She looked into my eyes surprised, then lowered her eyes again.

“As you say, ji.”

“What happened happened. Thinking back, I enjoyed watching it. That should be enough.”

“As you say, ji.” she said.

“Also, I am now telling you…not asking you, but telling you, that Shyam will be coming to dinner tonight. And every night until his family moves here.”

She paused for a second and I felt her ears go red, maybe at the recollection of what had happened the last time Shyam had come for dinner.

“Whatever you say, ji.”

“Good.” I got up, kissed her, and left.

At work I cornered Shyam alone when I got the chance. It had been a couple of weeks since that night when he had fingered Bela and she had given him a handjob. Both of them had subsequently been embarrassed by it and never spoken about it. Even though he lived next door, he had never come over after that on his own. At work, Shyam stuck only and only to work related matters.

“Listen Shyam, you are coming over for dinner tonight.”

“Oh…it’s okay, sir. I can get a tiffin from the village. I don’t want bhabhiji to feel any…inconvenience.”

“Shyam, I am your boss. I am telling you that you will be dining at our place. That means you will be dining at our place. That’s final.”

“Ok sir.” he gulped.

The rest of the day Shyam seemed nervous and kept stealing glances at me. Finally, work got done.

“Honey, Shyam and I are on our way.” I called Bela.

“Okay, ji.” Bela said. “Listen…”

“Yes?”

“Are you going to do it again?” she softly asked.

“Do what?”

“What you used to do.”

“What did I used to do?”

I knew exactly what she meant, of course. Exposing her, stripping her naked, fingering her, and all that.

But I wanted Bela to explicitly say it.

“You know what I mean.” she said and even over the phone I could sense she was blushing.

“Do you not want me to?”

“As you said in the morning, you are my husband. Whatever you want goes.” she said sincerely.

“I don’t know. I might probably do it again if I feel like it. Unless you don’t want me to.” I gave her a way out. If she really didn’t want those adventures resumed, now was the chance for her to say it.

She was silent for a while.

“Bela?” I asked.

“Get onions on the way. We are almost out.”

“Okay. And Bela, enough with the sari. Wear something nice.”

“What do you want to wear, ji? I will wear whatever you want.” she said.

I gave it some thought. I was tempted to tell her, be naked. This was the first time in a while that we would be resuming these games. I didn’t want to push her too much and cause her to go back into a shell. So maybe I should ease her in.

“You know that dark green polo shirt? Wear that.” It was one of the first western clothes I had bought for her. And initially I didn’t know her size too well, so this one was snug, and her boobs pushed against it very prominently. That would be a nice balance, I thought.

“Ok…so your wish is that I wear that dark green polo shirt?” she asked.

“Yeah…do you have a problem with it?”

“No, as you wish, ji.” she said. I detected a slight hint of resentment in her answer.

As Shyam and I drove home, I decided to hit pause on the game. I had wanted things to return to a naughty clip and was hoping a night with our old buddy Shyam might be a good way to ease her into things. But from the way she had answered that last question, and how she was now adding “ji” to almost every sentence, it seemed like passive aggressive behavior. Obviously, Bela was feeling uncomfortable, but was too obedient or bitter to flatly say no.

This is what I was thinking as we got home and rang the doorbell. Pause on the game, re-assess the situation in a few days. For today, just normal socializing, a couple of drinks and dinner.

So you could have knocked me down with a feather when the door opened.

There stood Bela wearing that dark green polo shirt I had asked her to wear. It fit her torso perfectly, which is what I loved. Her boobs were perfectly wrapped in it like skin tight leotards. And her nipples were poking against the fabric. Which meant she wasn’t wearing a bra.

But it wasn’t her not wearing her bra that had surprised me. Not only was she not wearing a bra, but she was not wearing anything other than the shirt I had asked her to wear.

Yes! That was it. Below the waist, she was completely naked. Not just that, she had obviously just shaved her pubic hair, but this time, she had left a thin line of hair or a landing strip on.

“Your bag?” she asked casually. I wordlessly handed her the bag.

“Hmmm…yes.” I handed it over and looked at Shyam, who was staring at her with a poker face. There was nothing here he hadn’t seen before, but I don’t think he expected it to restart instantly.

That dinner was a welcome development for me, because it meant Bela had at least somewhat gone back to normal. Not only was she okay appearing and walking around bottom-less in front of our friendly guest, but there was also a slight spring in her step, showing that she enjoyed it. Shyam seemed less tense too, because he knew that things were okay. He obviously did not know what had happened with Riaz, so for him, the long break in invitations seemed to result from the little action he and my wife had enjoyed together in full sight of me.

For that night, I decided to take a wait and watch approach. I didn’t take off Bela’s shirt, nor did anything with her. Shyam and I had a few drinks as we admired Bela’s naked butt and well groomed pussy, talked about work, and other matters. I wanted to see if, like last time, Bela would take the lead in doing something with Shyam. But she did not. She was like she used to be in the early days of the game, a willing but passive participant.

Shyam went back to his place after dinner. And Bela and I fucked like bunnies right after.

“Did you enjoy our dinner tonight, Bela?” I asked after sex.

“If you enjoyed it, that’s what is important to me, ji.” she said flatly.

Yet again, an indication that she was totally committing herself to this submissive role. I am sure her own kinky and exhibitionist side was thrilled with the return to dinners with Shyam. But she was couching it in the garb of total obedience.

Over the next few nights, I decided to test out the different boundaries and internal rules of this new total obedience approach. The next evening when I called to tell her we were on her way, she asked me what she should wear. I told her, wear whatever you like, totally your choice.

Shyam must have been a little puzzled when we walked in and she was in a proper sari. To him, it must have seemed like a step backward. The dinner that night was completely respectable. The next evening, a similar call, and her similar question.

“Shyam, what would you like Bela to be wearing tonight?” I asked.

“Sir?”

“My wife…Bela…what should she wear tonight?”

He swallowed nervously.

“Why are you asking me, sir?”

“Just want to know your preference.”

“Whatever you and bhabhiji like, sir.”

“But still, if you had to choose.”

He stared at his feet for a few seconds.

“Something…western and …comfortable.” the implication in the comfortable was obvious.

I repeated the message to Bela. She said okay.

That night she opened the door in a t-shirt and track-pants, as if telling us silently, this is what she considered comfortable.

The following evening, same call, same question. I was prepared to test the other side of things.

“Nothing.” I said.

“As you wish, ji.” she quietly said.

And Shyam gulped when she opened the door wearing just her mangalsutra and nothing else. She stayed naked all night, without giving any indication of discomfort.

I am sure Shyam was confused by all these mixed messages, but he was too polite and too intimidated to say or do anything. One day my hot young wife would be fully dressed, another day totally naked. Must have seemed random to him.

One thing I did notice though. That the two nights she had been fully dressed, she had also been relatively passive in bed. And the two nights when she was fully or nearly naked, she was clearly more aroused, came more often, and was much more vocal.

After these few nights of running controlled tests, I was ready for my next major experiment.

The bosses back at head office in Delhi had been asking me to come in whenever there was some lull in activity and make a report on the progress of our new plant. That lull was now about to approach. I thought this work related trip would give me an opportunity to also test something that I had been wondering about for a long time.

The reason Shyam was such a convenient choice for our games was how docile and decent he was. He had almost never made any kind of a move in face of tremendous provocations from me and once from Bela. Bela herself, always docile, had gone into an extra self-enforced level of docility and obedience. Although she had made some moves on her own that one night when she got fingered by Shyam, and then later when she got fucked by that random Riaz fellow, since then, she had become a completely pliant plaything. I had been the only aggressor driving things.

So I was curious to see, how these two docile and subservient individuals would interact in my absence. I was sure that left to themselves, they would just sit back and probably not interact at all. But what if there was just a little initial impetus from me? Where would events go on their own momentum? This work trip gave me an opportunity to test just that.
The day before I had to leave, I had just finished my lunch in office when Bela called.

“The postman dropped off a big box for you.” she said. “Is it work related? Do you want to send a driver to pick it up?”

“No, it’s for me. I’ll be right home.”

I walked over to Shyam’s desk. he was on his computer preparing reports.

“Shyam, I need to head home for some work. I will be back in a couple of hours.”

“Okay sir.”

“Until then, why don’t you go to the factory floor and do a full inventory?”

“Already, sir? I just did it two days ago.” he said.

“Yes, but as you know, I have to go to Delhi for presentations tomorrow, and you know what sticklers the bosses are for the most up-to-date information.”

“Okay, right away, sir.” Shyam put on his hard hat, took his tablet and walked out to the factory floor.

I went to the office glass window and made sure he had gone all the way down. Then I went back to his desk and opened the drawer. I had seen him put his keys there everyday, and sure enough, there they were. I quickly pocketed the bunch and headed home.

“It’s over there.” Bela pointed when I walked in. She was on the couch watching afternoon soaps on TV.

I opened the box and took out a bunch of smaller boxes and read the instructions. They were all small spy-cameras that could easily be hidden around the house. The whole set had cost me a fortune, but I was not about to skimp on something this important.

Bela’s eyes followed me as I walked around the living area, putting one camera in a flower pot, another on a high shelf behind a statue, and so on. She had a curious look on her face. I had no intention of hiding my plan from her. But at the same time, I did not intend to give her the full explanation either.

“Bela, just so you know, I am installing these security cameras around the house. In the living room, kitchen, dining area, bedroom.”

“Okay.” she simply said and pointed to the extra boxes. “What are those for?”

“Those are for Shyam’s house.”

“Okay.” she raised her eyebrows. “Does he know you’re installing them?”

“No. It is technically company property, so I don’t need her permission.” I said. “Would you like me to tell him?”

“Whatever you feel is right, ji.” she shrugged and went back to watching TV.

“Hmm. Then don’t tell him.”

“As you say, ji.”

“By the way, today evening, Shyam and I will be working late finishing up the reports for Delhi. So we won’t be coming home for dinner. We’ll just get something delivered.”

She nodded, her eyes still on the TV.

I used Shyam keys to let myself in. I had never actually been inside the house. It was smaller than ours and very sparsely furnished. So it was a bit of a challenge to find spots to hide the cameras in. But I managed somehow. And then I returned to the office.

Shyam was still in the middle of the demanding inventory process on the factory floor. I put his keys back in his drawer, and went back to my office. I closed the door and installed the camera software on my computer, entered the details for all the routers and receivers, and did a system check. All cameras turned on one by one and were transmitting perfectly. Shyam’s house was obviously empty. In my house, I could see Bela walking around the house cleaning. Once in a while I saw her glance at the cameras. I wondered if she knew I was watching. In the background, I could hear FM radio playing oldie songs.

I closed the screens. Then I opened the programmable interface and set them all to record starting from the time I left the next day.

I would not be able to watch anything remotely. I would be busy traveling and in meetings all day anyway. besides, I thought it would be a nice exercise in self-denial and anticipation, if for two and a half days, I had no idea what was going on. I would come back and go through all the recorded files to see if any action had taken place at all.

That night. Shyam and I really did have to work till very late. The side-effect of it would be, he would have spent a bit longer time away from Bela before I left, maybe making him long for her more. As we took a break for dinner, I set the first ball rolling.

“Shyam, by the way, even when I am gone, I want you to go over to our place for your meals. It’s a weekend, so lunch and dinner both.”

“Sir?” he sounded taken aback. “But sir, you won’t be there. It will be just bhabhiji.”

“So what, Shyam? I trust you. It’s not like you are going to kill her or something. Hahaha.” I laughed at my own joke.

“But sir, it is not really necessary.”

“Nonsense. You have no family, no real set-up at home. Eating out is unhealthy at your age.” I said. “It is final. You will have meals with Bela.”

“Okay sir…” he sounded tentative.

“Is there something you want to ask me?” I wanted to see if he would ask me if the naked games were supposed to continue in my absence.

“No sir.” he said and went back to quietly eating.

That night when I came home, Bela was already asleep. I was tempted to wake her up for our nightly romps. But then decided, maybe I should leave her a little wanting too. So I went to sleep.

The next afternoon, I came back early from work to pick up my luggage and leave for Delhi. And that’s when I set the second ball in motion.

“Bela, I have told Shyam that he should come over for meals while I am gone, just like always.”

“Okay, ji.”

“You are fine with that?”

“Whatever you wish, ji.”

“I like this new obedient attitude of yours, Bela.” I said. “Where you do everything I say. As I wish.”

“You are my husband.” she quietly said. With half a smile, which meant she liked playing this role.

“Well, when I am gone, I want you to extend the same courtesy to Shyam.”

She looked into my eyes with a questioning look.

“What I mean is, I am your husband, and he is an elder friend of ours, so my wish is…” and this was the key part. “You do everything he says and wishes. As long as you are okay with it.”

“You mean like…what to cook for lunch or dinner?”

“Whatever. Anything. Just like you obey me unquestioningly, I want you, for this weekend, to obey Shyam.”

She nodded. Then I saw her glance around at the cameras. And nod again.

“Will you be watching, ji?” she asked.

“Not while I am gone.” I said. “I will be too busy with meetings. If I need to watch something, I will watch the recordings when I get back.”

“I see.” she said.

“And as I said, I will be really busy, so I might not be able to call or sms. If you have any questions or doubts, unless it is an emergency, just ask Shyam and do whatever he wants or says.”

“As you wish, ji.”

“But…and again, this is important.” I said. “Only if you also wish. I don’t want you to do anything against your wishes.”

“Whatever you wish is my wish, ji.” she said. “If your wish is that I follow Shyamji’s wishes, that is what I will do.”

I almost started getting hard at the implication. I grabbed her in my arms and kissed her hard. And then left.

I was in the train working on my presentations and going over the reports. But in the back of my mind, I kept thinking about what was happening at home. After it got dark, the train attendants came with my dinner. And I realized it must be dinner time back home too.

I had decided to remain incommunicado with my wife for the whole weekend. But I still needed to know if things had gotten started at least. So I sms-ed her.

– Is Shyam there for dinner?

She responded quickly.

– No.

I checked the time. He should have gone there by now. Work was long over. I called him.

“Shyam, what is this? Bela tells me you haven’t gone there for dinner?”

“Sir…I didn’t want to cause any inconvenience. So I just bought some food.”

“Shyam, I thought we settled this.” I raised my voice. “Go over right now.”

“Are you sure, sir?”

“Yes. This is an order.”

“Okay sir.”

I started having dinner and soon a message arrived from Bela.

– He is here.

I sat back and enjoyed my dinner, knowing that the little experiment I had started was now in effect. I had gotten these two shy and passive individuals, with a weird erotic history scripted by me, to spend time alone together for an entire weekend. All I had to do was be patient, and then check the results on Monday.

Keeping myself out of the proceedings turned out to be way more difficult than I thought. I now wished I had set up some sort of a live feed to watch everything in action. But I also knew that the anticipation makes the payoff even sweeter.

I tried to take a nap. It was a short one. I kept checking my phone to see if Bela had sent any messages or updates or questions. But she had taken my instructions to heart at least in that regard. What else was happening though?

Finally my willpower broke. I told myself, just one message. One last message. And then nothing. At about midnight, I sent her a text.

– Is Shyam still there?

She responded after a few minutes.

– No he left a while ago.

That made my heart sink a little. I wasn’t sure exactly what I had expected or even desired. Did I want them to just start fucking right away, recreate a situation like Riaz? Or did I want things to stay as they were? If she had to take another lover to bed, Shyam was the most practical choice. He worked under me, he was decent, he was well-behaved, and was trustworthy. And his family would be here in a few months, so there would be nothing long term.

A possessive part of me was still a little upset at myself for what I had set up. And yet the kinky perverted part of me was disappointed that he had not spent the night.

Thankfully, what I had said to Bela about me being really busy with presentations and meetings and reports all weekend was true. From the moment the train reached Delhi that morning, work took its toll. I was so busy that I barely got a chance to even think about what was happening back home. At night, some bosses took me out for drinks. I was out with them till late at night, and then collapsed in my bed. The same routine repeated the next day.

I was utterly exhausted on Sunday night when I got on the train home. I managed to check my phone after hours. Still no messages or calls from Bela. I would see her the next morning anyway. But still, the silence in texts was deafening. I messaged her.

– On the train back. See you soon after dawn.

She replied.

– Ok

I couldn’t resist having some curious back and forth.

– How was your weekend?

– It was fine, ji

– Did you have fun?

– Yes.

– What did you do?

– I did what you told me to, ji.

Ooooh. The next question was on the tip of my fingers. But I resisted.

The train was a little late getting back. As my taxi pulled up near our house, I saw Shyam starting his scooter.

“Hey Shyam, good morning!” I said as I got out.

“Good…good morning sir.” he sounded nervous. “I have to go to the office. The first shift is having some coordination issues and the machines, you know, well, how the machines are…”

He was almost shivering and revving up his engine.

“Yeah, but listen…”

“Sir, I will see you at the office.” he said, and without waiting for my response, sped off.

I turned towards the house and saw Bela standing there in a sari. That confused me a little. A sari was always the sign that she was being demure. But Shyam rushing off like that meant something had happened.

As I walked in the door, Bela took my bag and walked inside.

“Tea is ready.” she simply said.

“Shyam just avoided talking to me like the plague. Seemed very awkward and nervous. What happened when I was out of town?” I aske.

“Why don’t you ask him?” Bela shrugged, putting biscuits on the tray next to the tea.

“He went away before I could ask him.”

“You have your cameras. Didn’t you see everything?” she asked.

“No, I told you, it’s just recording. I won’t be able to see it till later. Plus it will be almost 60 hours of footage.”

She said nothing. Just handed me the tea.

“Going through the footage will take time. Just tell me what happened.”

She blushed, and her expression seemed to waver for a bit. Much like when she would start crying. I was tempted to just ask her, did you guys have sex? And put on my authoritative husband voice and command her. But I didn’t want to set off another round of bawling.

“Bela, sweetie.” I put my arm around her. “You know I love you. Just tell me.”

“Please, ji, these things are not easy for me to talk about. You know how bad I am with talking.” she said, squirming.

“Just tell me slowly from the start. At your own pace. I will ask questions if need be.”

“Okay.” she sipped the tea and sighed.

Bela started telling me her story in her typical shy laconic way. Many times she just clammed up. I had to coax and prod her. Question her. Allow for long moments of silence and blushing. Luckily, no crying. Took me a couple of hours to get this part of the story out that barely covered twelve hours out of the sixty. I present it here in an edited narrative form, not the rambling way I had to coax it out. I have replaced her shy words for anatomy with more explicit ones. Occasionally I put in my own questions or comments as (Gautam).

(Bela’s narration).

You left Friday afternoon. You had told him to come over for dinner even if you weren’t around. So I was preparing food accordingly. But he did not come at the regular time. From the window I checked out the lights next door and I saw he was home. Maybe he was being shy. Then you messaged and asked me if he had come and I told you no. He came over shortly after.

“Yes, I called him and coaxed him to go over and not be shy.” (Gautam)

Well, he rang the doorbell. I opened it and he came in, looking hesitant.

“Did you open it like you often do, hehe?” (Gautam)

No. Without you around, I didn’t know if it was appropriate. I was wearing shorts and a t-shirt, with bra and panties underneath. He came in. I asked him to have a seat in the living room and went to the kitchen. He asked if he could watch some cricket match and I said sure and turned the TV on. I asked him if he would like whiskey like always and he said yes. I served him a big drink with some snacks and went to the kitchen. He watched the match for a while. I refilled his drink again.

I think after a couple of drinks, he got some courage. He came to the kitchen and just stood there looking at me for a while. I didn’t say anything. I remembered your instructions about doing whatever he says or wants. But you had not told me to take the initiative for anything, so I assumed that was not allowed. I stuck to that assumption all weekend.

Anyway, he spoke up after a while. Said it is a very hot day. I said yes it is. He took a few more sips and asked me,

“Bhabhiji, why aren’t you…more comfortably dressed?”

“What do you mean, Shyamji?”

“You know…it’s a hot day.”

“Yes, it is.”

“Did sir ask you to…dress differently while he is away?”

“No, he did not say anything about it.”

“Ok…ok.” he said. He opened his mouth a couple of times. But didn’t say anything.

And then he went back to the living room. I think he lost his nerve for the moment. But after another drink he came back.

“Aren’t you uncomfortable in the shorts on such a hot day?”

“It’s not a big deal, Shyamji.”

“Well, in recent days, you know…I mean with everything…what I mean is…you must not be used to wearing so many clothes on a hot day in a hot kitchen. You know. It might seem clumsy.”

“I suppose.” I said.

“Why don’t you…” he took a big gulp of the drink. “…just take your shorts off?”

“Do you want me to take them off?” I asked so he was clear. I was told to follow his wishes. This seemed more like a suggestion, not explicit.

“If you want, bhabhiji.”

“It makes no difference to me.” I said.

He stayed quiet for a while as if trying to assess the situation.

“I…well to be honest…please don’t feel offended. I know sir isn’t here and all. But honestly, yes, I do want you take them off.”

“Ok, as you wish, Shyamji.” And

I wiped my hands with a napkin and quickly took my shorts off. He inhaled audibly.

“The…the…panties too.”

“Ok.” And I slipped off my panties as well.

He looked like he had won the lottery. I wondered why. He had already seen me like that many times. In fact he had even seen me fully naked. But perhaps having me obey him made him feel special. Me doing it in your absence seemed special to him. He gazed at my ass for a while like he often does, but from a few feet away. Then he went outside again, turned the TV off and sat down at the dining table watching me from behind like you two always did.

“Sir is right.” he said after a few minutes. “You really have the most amazing ass I have ever seen.”

“Thank you, Shyamji.” I said. “How many rotis will you have?”

“Excuse me?” he seemed a little thrown off by my practical question.

“I am almost done with everything else. I am going to start the rotis.”

“Oh…ummm…three should be enough.”

“Ok.” I said and reached for the flour.

“Wait, bhabhiji.” he said and I stopped. “Would it be too demanding of me to ask you to take your t-shirt off?”

I didn’t know exactly how to answer that question. It was not a wish or an instruction. Although in a way it was implied. I thought about what this meant in terms of obedience. But he took my silence to mean reluctance. He continued,

“I understand if you refuse. But I was thinking…I have seen so much more in the past with sir around. So if you don’t mind. Just for some fun. I mean…I promise I won’t try anything untoward. I will just look.” he rambled, now sounding a little drunk.

“It makes no difference to me, Shyamji. Whatever you wish.”

“Then please take your t-shirt off before your hands become messy with the flour.”

I nodded and did as was told. He inhaled loudly and said,

“Black…nice. I always love it when you wear a black bra. It contrasts very well with your milky white skin.” he said.

He watched me make the dough standing there wearing just that bra and the mangalsutra. Once the dough was made, I washed my hands and started taking the other food to the table. He stared at my pussy as I laid out his plate and started serving him the dal, sabji, raita, chutney etc. Many times, I think he was tempted to reach out and touch me but he restrained himself. I don’t think he realized yet how much control he had over me.

I made the first roti and walked over to put it on his plate.

“Thank you, bhabhiji.”

“Your’e welcome, Shyamji.”

As I started making the second roti, he started talking,

“You have no idea how much I appreciate everything you and sir are doing for me. Hot food every night. Rotis fresh off the tava. Even my wife doesn’t do that. And then this thing with the clothes. I mean…honestly bhabhiji, I don’t understand it. But I am not going to complain obviously. Hahaha.”

I didn’t say anything. When I came over to give him the second roti, he noticed the sheen of sweat on my shoulder and cleavage that always happens when I am making rotis over the hot stove.

“Bhabhiji, will you feel more comfortable if you take the bra off as well?”

I wondered about what to say. Because truthfully, I would not. Not because I had any modesty or concern about being fully naked. But because without a bra, my boobs jiggled around a lot when I was cooking, especially making rotis. But if I said no, he might take it as a refusal. Instead I said,

“What is your preference, Shyamji?”

“My preference is that you keep it on.”

“Okay.” and I went back to the stove, feeling thankful.

“Do you know why that’s my preference?”

“No.”

“I think your breasts are beautiful. But in all that time when sir slowly stripped you in front of me, my favorite was this look. It’s been like a small fetish of mine for years. A woman wearing only a bra. Especially a big breasted woman like yourself. And especially a black bra on fair skin. And that mangalsutra, a reminder that you are someone else’s wife, cherry on top of the cleavage.”

I stayed silent. He kept watching and eating. I could see that he had an erection. I wondered if he would stay true to his word or if he would try something. I gave him the third roti. This time he was staring at my pussy very intently.

“Bhabhiji, if you don’t mind, can I ask you something personal?”

“You can ask me anything you wish, Shyamji.”

“Your hair down there. It used to be all bald. Then you did this thing with the line of hair.”

‘Yes.”

“Why? Did sir tell you to do it?”

“No. I thought of it myself. I thought it looks nicer.” I said, blushing a little.

“Where did you get the idea for the…design?”

“From a film I watched with him.” I blushed again.

“A blue film?” he opened his mouth wide.

“Yes. A woman in it had it shaved like that and I thought it looked nice.”

“You two watch blue films regularly?”

“Sometimes.”

“Wow!!” he seemed really tickled by the idea.

By then I had finished making my own two rotis. I came over with them and started serving my plate. And I sat across from him as usual.

“Bhabhiji, you know, whenever you sit like that over there, I can’t see a lot. Do you mind sitting next to me please?”

“Sure.” And I moved over to the chair next to him.

I started eating. He was done by now. But instead of washing his hands, he just sat there staring at me and breathing heavily. He didn’t say anything more for a while. I got done eating and started clearing up the table.

“Bhabhiji, I know sometimes you put your clothes back on after dinner.”

“Sometimes.” It hadn’t happened in a few weeks. But then I hadn’t been fully clothed when he came most of those days either. Maybe he assumed that with you not around, the old rules applied.

“Do you mind not putting clothes back on? I would like to keep watching you looking sexy like this, just in a bra.”

“Ok. For how long?”

“Until I tell you.” he said, sounding a little nervous about his demand.

“As you say, Shyamji.”

I went to the kitchen sink to wash the dishes. He took a few steps behind me.

“You always do this alone. Do you want my help? At home I always help my wife with the dishes.” Shyam said.

“That’s not necessary, Shyamji.”

“Please, I insist. I want to help.”

Under your rules, if he wanted it, he got it. So I nodded. For the next ten minutes, he stood right next to me, rinsing the dishes after I soaped them. It was the first time since that night with the movie that he had been so close to me. I could see the tent in his pants. It kept rubbing against the kitchen counter. Once in a while our arms would touch. A couple of times, his pants-clad hips rubbed against my naked ones. He kept glancing at my butt. There was a lot of tension in the air. Neither of us said anything.

A couple of times I thought he started moving a hand towards me as if to touch me. But he wasn’t confident enough. So the tension continued. Finally we got done. Both of us dried our hands. And then we just stood there.

“If you want to go back to the living room and watch more cricket, I can bring you another drink.”

“Will you sit with me?”

“If that’s what you want.”

“That’s what I want.”

He went outside and turned the TV back on. I poured him another drink and joined him on the couch. But I did not sit very close like that earlier night.

“Bhabhiji, again, I want to thank you for everything. Everything.”

“Please don’t mention it.”

“I always want to repay your hospitality. I keep telling sir to come over but he says no need. I hope at least you will accept my invitation.”

“What invitation?”

“How about tomorrow, we have lunch at my place?”

“You want me to come to your place for lunch?”

“Yes. is that okay?”

“As you wish, Shyamji.”

“Great! Thank you! I have some calls until 11:30. You can come over at 11:45.”

“Okay.”

He seemed very happy. And genuinely happy for being able to repay our hospitality, not to just get me into his home.

We sat and watched TV for a while as he sipped his drink. He seemed to be trying to build up the courage for something. And then finally he said it,

“Bhabhiji…do you remember that night, we were sitting right here?”

“Yes.”

“And I was very…uncomfortable. And you…helped me out.”

“Yes.” I simply said.

“I am very uncomfortable today also, bhabhiji.” he rubbed his crotch.

I said nothing, just looked at his face and then his crotch. Slowly he unzipped his pants and his dick sprang out. Its head was slick with precum.

“Very uncomfortable.” he said suggestively.

“I can see that, Shyamji.”

We were silent for a while. The implication was clear. He wanted another handjob. But the way I understood your rules, his wishes had to be made explicit. So I just sat there. Waiting for him to ask me to do it. But that silence and my sitting still made him nervous.

“I’m sorry, bhabhiji.” he suddenly said loudly and put his dick away. “I am sorry. That was very bad of me. I have had too much to drink.”

“It’s alright, Shyamji.” I said trying to calm him down.

“No no, it is my fault. If your husband is here, that is a different matter. With sir not here, I should be more…that was very stupid.”

He put the glass down on the table with a thud and almost ran to the door saying,

“I am sorry, I am sorry.”

And he was gone before I could say anything more.

He wanted to go home. So I let him go home. I cleaned up the kitchen, watched some more TV. Then I went to bed reading a magazine. That is when you messaged me if he was there. I said no. And then I fell asleep.

I woke up in the morning, did the usual stuff and chores. Watched some news on TV. Had tea and toast. As the clock ticked, I started feeling more and more nervous. I had been told to go to his place. That wish of his was still standing. So I was bound by your rules to follow it.

I did start feeling scared though. What if someone was outside and they saw me as I went to his place? I am your wife and I have to obey you and on your instructions, I had to obey Shyamji. but still, this was a variable I doubt you had considered. I finally said a prayer that no one should be outside. And I stepped out of the house.

Luckily, there was no one outside. I quickly walked over, almost running a little, worried that at any moment a villager or a car might come by.

I knocked on his door at precisely 11:45 AM as he asked. He opened the door and looked surprised to see me. And then he saw all of me and his eyes went wide.

“What THE hell…come in, come in quickly Bhabhiji.”

He almost pulled me inside and poked his head out and looked around to make sure no one had seen us.

“You have a nice house, Shyamji.” I said politely, looking at the very basically furnished place.

“Bhabhiji!!” he exclaimed as he stared at my nearly naked body. “I didn’t think you would come after what happened last night. And…you walked from your house to here like this? In just a bra???”

“Yes, Shyamji.” I said, sounding calm, although it had set my heart racing.

“Did sir tell you to do it?” he smiled. “Is this part of his game?”

“No, Shyamji.”

“Then?”

“Then what?”

“I am just asking…how…why you walked from your house to mine in broad daylight wearing just a bra?”

“I am just following your wishes.” I simply said and shrugged.

“I did not tell you to do that! Why would I tell you do it?It is one thing to do this in the privacy of your home. But walking around like that is risky. Especially alone. Tell me the truth. Why did you do it?”

“You told me to come to your house at 11:45.”

“Yes, I did. I didn’t think you would actually come after the way last night ended. But even so, I did not say walk over wearing just a bra. That was reckless.” Shyam said, a little confused.

“You did not.” I said, standing there uncomfortably.

Shyam closed his eyes and put his fingers on his forehead, trying to make sense of it all.

“Bhabhiji…I know I asked you to come here at 11:45. What I am asking is, why did you remove all your other clothes and walk over like this?”

He still had not figured it out. So I tried to answer in a way that would not break your rules.

“Shyamji, I did not remove any clothes. You asked me to come at 11:45. So I walked over like this.”

“So wait…you are saying you were already wearing just a bra?”

“Yes.”

“Why?”

“I don’t understand. What are you asking?” I said.

“I am asking, why were you wearing just a bra today morning?”

“Don’t you remember last night?” I blushed. “You asked me not to put any clothes back on until you said so.”

“Yes, I very vividly remember… Wait, are you telling me that you have been like this since last night?”

“Yes.”

“Why?”

“What do you mean?”

“Why didn’t you put clothes on?”

“You didn’t tell me to.” I said.

“Hold on…last night you took all your other clothes off because I told you to.”

“Yes.”

“And then when I left, you stayed like that. Because…I did not tell you to put them back on?”

“Yes, Shyamji.”

“You slept wearing just a bra?”

“Yes, Shyamji.”

“And you woke up like that?”

“Yes.”

“You took a bath wearing the bra?”

“No…I took it off for the bath. I thought that would be okay. Was I not supposed to?”

“What? No…I mean yes, it’s fine. Wait, I am so confused. You took off all clothes except your bra because I asked you to. You did not put them back because I did not tell you to. You have been like this since last night. And all morning. And you walked over here in broad daylight nearly naked because…?”

“You asked me to come to your house at 11:45. And you had told me not to put clothes back on until you said so.”

I was wondering how much clearer I could make it for him. Finally, a bulb went off in his head. His eyes went wide and looked at me carefully.

“So you will do anything and everything I say?”

“Yes, Shyamji.”

“Why?”

“Because you are an elder and a good friend of my husband.”

“Wow.”

His expression went from confusion to delight as he finally realized the full scale of the lottery he had struck. He walked to his small living room. I followed him. He seemed in thought.

“Bhabhiji.” he finally turned around and spoke.

“Yes, Shyamji?”

“Would you like to…suck my dick?”

“I don’t have a preference either way.” I said.

He was still trying to figure out the exact mechanics of the situation.

“Bhabhiji.”

“Yes, Shyamji?”

“I want you to suck my dick.”

“Ok, Shyamji.”

I squatted in front of him right there clad in just the bra and unzipped his pants. He was already hard. And very taken aback at how promptly I had followed his instructions. And he started feeling nervous again. I looked at his dick at close quarters. Before I took it in my mouth, he cleared his throat nervously. I looked up at him.

“Will..will sir be okay with this?” he nervously asked.

“I don’t know. You will need to ask him.”

“Wait.” I said and held my head just as I was about to lick his head

“Ok.” I stood up.

“I need to think about this. I really…really need to think about this.” Shyam walked away and started pacing. I stood up. “I don’t want to risk my job or career over this. But then sir is…different…he is adventurous. He is the one who has exposing you to me. He didn’t stop that handjob last month. He insisted I come over even when he was away. So maybe he won’t mind. But then in the mouth is such a different thing. So much more…I don’t know. I just don’t know.”

I just stood there looking at him, waiting for my orders.

“How about…you do it, but we keep it our little secret?”

“I don’t know if I can do that.” And I was unsure about how your rules applied here. I have to obey you. You asked me to obey him. He tells me to keep it a secret. And you ask me to tell you. I simply didn’t know.

“I want you to keep it our secret.” he said.

Again, I was conflicted. Then I remembered that you told me that at least for the weekend, his decision stands.

“I won’t tell him at least until Monday. And after that, I don’t know. I need to figure it out.” I said.

“Hmm…maybe I should just ask him.” he reached for his phone. “But no…how do you just explicitly ask something like that? Excuse me sir but would you be okay with your wife giving me a blowjob? Nah. I cannot do that. I am too shy for that.”

He stayed silent but was still thinking. Finally he seemed to reach a turning point.

“You know what, to hell with it. I can maybe find another job even if sir gets upset and fires me. But for a man like me at my age looking like I do with a woman as hot as you…such opportunities won’t arise again. Ok fine.” he said and sat down on the couch, his dick springing up from his pants.

I stood there.

“Why are you standing like that? Having second thoughts?” he said nervously.

“You had told me to wait.” I said.

“Right, right. Now I think I understand how this works. Ok Bhabhiji, come here and give me a blowjob.”

“Yes, Shyamji.”

I started getting on my knees in front of him, when he said.

“Not on your knees. I want you to squat. Your ass will look nicer that way.”

Squatting on the floor I opened my mouth and lowered my face. His dick fit easily in my mouth. Then, like you taught me, I shut my lips and cheeks around it hard.

“Oh wow!!” Shyam moaned. I made a sucking motion and felt his shaft rub against my teeth. “You are amazing, bhabhiji. Can I…”

He stopped mid-sentence as he realized that he did not need my permission for anything. Whatever he wanted, would happen. I felt him put both his hands on my bare shoulder and start rubbing it. I reduced the pressure of my mouth a little and then started moving my head up and down.

“To see your pretty face bobbing up and down like that in my lap…with my dick in your warm mouth…I cannot tell you how many times I have fantasized about that.”

Then again, as you taught me, I took my right hand and softly cupped his testicles.

“Oh fuck!!” he cried out, presumably finding that gesture of mine so erotic that he lost control. His dick shuddered and semen started spurting in my mouth. He grabbed my hair and bucked his hips, depositing every single drop in my mouth.

I leaned back, my lips pursed closed and my cheeks puffed with all the juice inside. His eyes were closed with relief and disbelief. I stayed squatting, awaiting his instructions about the jizz in my mouth. Finally he opened his eyes and looked at me. He noticed my cheeks and smiled.

“Swallow.” he said gently rubbing my face, and I did. And made an ahhh sound as I inhaled.

As I wiped off a few errant drops of his cum from my lips, he smiled at me.

“Thank you so much, bhabhiji. You have no idea how much I needed that.”

“Clearly.” I said, making a reference to the volume of his ejaculate, and he laughed.

“You can get up now, bhabhiji.” he said, getting up himself.

We both stood up. He awkwardly hugged me. I hugged him back. His hands went to my ass and he started gently fondling it as his wet limp dick rubbed against my crotch.

“Are you hungry?” he gently asked.

“Yes I am, Shyamji.”

“I am sorry, but I didn’t really cook or buy anything. I misread the way things ended last night. And I was sure you weren’t coming.”

“That’s okay, Shyamji”

He moved his face as if to kiss me on the lips. I don’t know if he decided if it was still too intimate an act or if he was mindful of the fact that I had just swallowed his cum. But he eventually changed course and just kissed me on my cheeks.

“Let’s see what’s in the kitchen. I always eat at your place most of the time so it’s not really very well stocked.”

Lovingly holding my hand, he took me to the small kitchen. It really wasn’t very well stocked. He pushed around a few boxes. Other than Maggi, there didn’t seem to be anything we could eat.

“Let’s go to a restaurant.” he said.”It will be my treat.”

“Ok, I said.”

He picked up his keys and walked to the door. I followed him feeling a little panicked. Then he stopped.

“Oh shit, I have gotten so used to seeing you like this.” he slapped his forehead. “You obviously can’t go out like this.”

“I can go get some of your clothes.” he said.

“As you wish.”

He stopped and smiled.

“You really walked over like this?”

“Yes, Shyamji.”

“Did anyone see you?”

“No, Shyamji. No one was around.”

He opened the door and poked his head out.

“It’s still quite deserted.” he said. “It will be very exciting to see you walk outside in the afternoon sun, naked.”

“Whatever you wish, Shyamji.” I said.

“Quick let’s go before someone shows up.”

He said he wanted to enjoy it. But I guess he was too nervous. When you used to get me naked out in public, you were always so relaxed and patient. He was not. He grabbed my arm and almost ran me to our door. We quickly got in.

“That was fun.” he said, laughing. “You are a masterpiece, Bhabhiji.”

He hugged and kissed me.

“Okay, you can get dressed now.”

“Okay, Shyamji. Anything particular you would like me to wear?”

He thought about my question a little.

“Yes…that nice dark green shirt you wore the other day. But with a bra. We don’t want waiters losing their mind. And that short skirt you wore that night we…no no…that is too bold for this small town. Jeans will be fine.”

“As you wish, Shyamji.”

I got dressed quickly. We went to a permit room restaurant in that hotel on the highway, me riding double-seat on his scooter.

(Bela narration ends, Gautam narration begins)

I was extremely hard after hearing all these details and I wanted to fuck my wife right then and there. But my phone rang for the fifth or sixth time and it was the factory staff. They had been calling all morning as Bela told me the story and I had ignored the calls. But they were getting harder to ignore now. So I answered.

“Yes…yes I just got back from Delhi. Okay…well, can’t you just ask Shyam? Oh he went to the bank? Okay, well, I will be there soon.”

I was annoyed to be interrupted like this in the middle of her narrative, but the work issue really was important. And Shyam, presumably worried that I might come and kick his ass, had made some excuse about needing to go to the bank and left the office.

“Bela, I really need to go to the office.”

“Okay, ji.”

“So just tell me…” I was about to ask her the main question. Did she and Shyam have actual sex eventually? But so far, her narrative had been slow and coaxed, with a few pensive sobs. Besides there seemed to be a look of dread in anticipation, so I didn’t spring it. Instead I asked, “…what happened at lunch?”

“Oh.” her face relaxed. “Lunch was mostly uneventful. He took me to the permit room restaurant. We had food and a few drinks.”

“We…we? You had alcohol?” I was surprised. Bela didn’t drink. I had gotten her to taste it a few times, but she always made a bad face saying she didn’t like the bitter taste. So I never really pushed it.

“Well, he said he wanted me to.” she shrugged. Oh how badly I wanted to know how far she had gone in doing what he wanted to.

“Hmmm…so you got drunk?”

“Just a little.” she blushed. “Anyway, a few drinks and dinner. He did caress me and fondle me a little when we were sitting at a dark corner booth. But nothing more. We came back after that, picking some groceries. Except we took a taxi back. He looked too drunk to drive, so I managed to convince him to pick up his scooter from there later.”

“Okay, good call.”

And I got another phone call.

“Yes yes, I am coming!” I answered angrily and stepped out.

At the office, I had to spend about an hour solving the issues that had arisen in my absence. One of the junior supervisors also let it slip that during the weekend, they had called Shyam many times, but he rarely answered, and when he did, made some excuse to not come in.

Finally, I got some down time. Shyam had still not returned from his supposed trip to the bank. I thought about calling him, but decided to let it go, in case he was still terrified. Besides, I had something else in mind.
I made sure my door was locked, plugged headphones into the computer, and opened the recording program’s interface. Even if I couldn’t get personal narrations from Bela, I could still watch everything that had happened.

For the first half hour, I fast forwarded through the footage of the time Bela had already described. The view of footage from different cameras was quite faithful to what she had told me. Friday evening, he came over, she cooked and served him drinks. Then he asked her to take her clothes off in the kitchen. Them sitting at the table and eating, and later sitting in the living room. And then the panicked way in which Shyam suddenly left.

I kept going at rapid pace through the footage. Bela had indeed stayed just in her bra all night and the next morning, taking it off only for her bath. Then I saw her poke her head out the door, scan the outsides carefully, and step out. I switched over to the cameras from Shyam’s house.

Here too, the footage confirmed the story. After some confusion and hesitation about Bela showing up at his door nearly naked, he had commanded her to suck his dick. Which she had done. And swallowed. And then they left. I fast forwarded some more through the footage of the empty house when they were at lunch. And then pressed normal play when I saw the door to Shyam’s house opening again.

Shyam and Bela had clearly returned from lunch. He had an arm around her and was humming some song. He sounded drunk for sure. And she seemed a little tipsy too. They both walked into the living room.

“I will be right back.” he said, pushing her onto the couch and taking the grocery bags to the kitchen.

She sat on the couch, with a far-off look in her eyes, looking gorgeous in the tight t-shirt and jeans. I noticed some stains on her chest. I zoomed in and realized that they were finger stains right on her boobs. Bela had mentioned that he fondled her in the restaurant. From the looks of it, he did it more than once without wiping his hands. So the stains told a clear story, of her boobs being squeezed over the shirt.

Surely the waiters and other patrons in the restaurant must have seen the stains, as well as the shopkeepers where they bought the groceries. It made me feel even more turned on, that she had walked around in public with these obvious signs of groping with Shyam. Maybe she herself had been too tipsy to notice.

Shyam returned to the couch later, carrying his laptop. I could see his pants were open and his erect dick was sticking out. Bela noticed it too and stared at his erect dick, following it until he sat down heavily next to her. He exhaled and smiled, putting his laptop on the coffee table in front of him.

“So Bhabhiji, what kind of porn would you like to watch?”

“Whatever you like, Shyamji.” she said, slurring a little.

“Hmmm…I like porn scenes with latina women. Because they look very Indian and have great bodies. Just like you.” he said, rubbing his dick.

Bela leaned forward and looked at the laptop as he was starting the video. My cameras were placed in a way that I could not see the screen of the laptop. But I could hear some sounds coming from it.

“I like this one. She looks so much like you. Petite body, pretty face, nice big boobs, thick black hair, great butt. And her face is so much like yours. I keep searching for her videos. Her name is Evie Delatosso.” he said.

Bela stared at the screen and nodded. I had never heard of this porn star so I quickly googled her. And sure enough, she did have a striking resemblance to my wife, although Bela’s nose was slightly longer and sharper and lips were fuller. I was tempted to pause the footage and check out a few of her porn videos. But then I realized, why watch porn of a look-alike of my wife when I have the actual erotic footage of my wife? So I continued.

Bela was keenly staring at the screen as Shyam reached over with his right hand and unbuttoned her jeans. He slipped the hand inside her panties and moved it slowly up and down. Bela moaned and arched her back, making her ample boobs jut out.

“Bhabhiji.”

“Mmmm?”

“Remember that night when we were watching the movie. And you were next to me.”

She nodded, still staring at the screen with glazed eyes.

“Did sir tell you to do all that?”

“No.” she replied in a whisper.

“You did it on your own?”

She nodded.

“Why?”

She just shrugged, her breathing getting heavier as Sham’s hand inside her pants started moving faster.

“You’re a naughty girl, aren’t you, Bhabhiji? I mean sir definitely is kinky, but you…you are no less. Walking outside naked like that.”

“Hmmmm.”

Shyam took his right hand out of her pants and his left hand off his dick. He then put both hands in the waist of her jeans and tugged. Bela raised her butt and Shyam very slowly, almost like in a porn movie, turned her on her side and slipped down her jeans and panties. Her perfect creamy ass was gradually revealed. Throughout that, he kept chatting her up.

“Have you done that before? Being naked outdoors?”

“Yes, Shyamji.” she said absent-mindedly, eyes still focused on the porn scene.

“When? How?”

“Sometimes he takes me out on a walk in the countryside and strips me. And I walk around like that.” she said in a throaty voice.

“Sir?”

“Yes.”

“And do you have sex outdoors?”

“Sometimes.”

“Wow!!” he said, as he took her jeans and panties off completely.

He looked at the screen for a few seconds.

“You see that? Would you like me to do that to you?”

“Whatever…you wish, Shyamji.”

“I want to do that.”

Was this it? Was this when Shyam fucked my wife? I leaned forward in anticipation and watched.

Shyam got off the bed, and held Bela by her shoulders. He then pushed her so she was laying down on the couch, her head resting against the arm-rest. He then got on the couch on his knees. And grabbed a hold of my wife’s knees.

And then he lowered his face towards her pussy.

No penetration yet. I suppose the scene had someone going down on Evie. And that is what Shyam proceeded to do to Bela. His tongue lapped at her clit and her landing strip, tentatively at first, and then clumsily. Bela kept staring at the screen, her right hand in her hair and her left hand on Shyam’s semi bald head. And for the next few minutes, Shyam gave oral sex to my wife.

I don’t think he was very good at it though. I had given Bela cunnilingus many times, and she was always a lot more responsive to me than she was being to him. It’s not like she was totally inert here. But those typical archings and unarchings of her back and her shivering hips were missing. She seemed more turned on by watching what was on the screen than what Shyam was doing.

“Your turn.” he said after a few minutes of licking her.

Then on his knees, he advanced along the couch until his thighs were under her armpits. He took a look at the screen again.

“I want to do that now.”

He clumsily pulled up Bela’s t-shirt and took it off. He then put his fingers inside her bra cups and took her big tits out.

“Do what she is doing.” he said, caressing her cheeks.

Bela looked at the screen and nodded. Then she straightened slightly, put both her hands on the outsides of her huge boobs, and wrapped them around Shyam’s erect dick. And then Shyam started titty-fucking my wife.

“Look at me.” Shyam said.

She took her eyes off the screen and looked into his eyes with an inert expression.

“Your boobs are so nice and big and firm and soft, Bhabhiji. This feels great. I have been dreaming of doing this for a long time. Do you like it?”

“Whatever you like, Shyamji.” she said.

For me, watching the scene was incredibly erotic. Here was my wife, pretty much naked except for that bra not serving any purpose, lying down on a couch. My ugly balding paunchy subordinate was straddling her torso. And she held her big tits obediently together as his dick slipped up and down between them. The sight was undeniably erotic.

But the thing about titty-fucking is, its erotic appeal is in its visuals and its unusual nature. It looks kinky on screen. But I knew from years of personal experience that in terms of pure physical pleasure, it is not that great, for the woman or for the man. For the woman, it’s just a shaft moving up and down between her tits, offering no real pleasure. And even for the man, the tits clasped together don’t offer the kind of wetness or friction that you get from the mouth or the cunt. It’s only the idea that oh my god, my dick is fucking these big tits that is erotic.

It turned out to be enough for Shyam though. Because a couple of minutes of titty-fucking Bela and he suddenly groaned. He put his hands around his dick, and it started shooting jizz all over my wife’s big tits. Some splashes hit her chin and neck too. She seemed a little taken aback at how quickly he had ejaculated once again.

“Oh…oh sorry Bhabhiji…is it okay that I came on your boobs?” he asked, sounding genuinely sorry.

“It’s okay, Shyamji.” she said calmly.

“You can go wash up.” he said, getting off her couch.

And Bela ran to the bathroom.

Shyam admired her jiggling ass cheeks as she ran and sighed. Then he sat down on the couch again and started watching the porn scene again. Through the audio feed, I could hear soft sounds coming from that scene. They were telltale “yes fuck me harder” type sounds, which meant that the action on the screen had now moved on to actual sex. Shyam stared at it wistfully.

I am sure he was thinking, when would he get to do it to Bela? When should he try to do it to Bela? So far, my wife had made him cum three times. That first night last month, using her hands. The second time earlier in the day, in her mouth. And this third time, her tits. The next step seemed obvious. But would it ever be crossed?

I had the same question. I had told Bela that she was to do what he wants. But I had made it amply clear, that she did not have to do anything she did not want. I wanted her to be a willing submissive, not a mindless slave. So far whatever she had done, her wanting to do it or at least not minding it, was understandable. After all, that night last month, she had initiated the actual physical action with Shyam, not me. She had voluntarily offered to jack him off and then done it. So today, the blowjob and the titty-fucking seemed okay.

But actual sex? Was that in her mind, something she wanted to do with Shyam? Granted that she had already done it with Riaz. But Riaz was a young handsome lad with a model like body that she had obviously gotten turned on by. Shyam was the exact opposite of that. A physical attraction was unlikely. But maybe a situational one?

So even after hearing about and seeing all that had happened until that Saturday afternoon, my biggest question was still un-answered. Had Shyam fucked my wife?

Shyam watched the porn for a few more seconds. Then he paused it and slipped on his underwear. He had never taken off his shirt, so that stayed on. And then he went to the kitchen. He came back with a beer in one hand and a Bacardi breezer in the other. Just as he sat down on the couch, Bela returned from the bathroom, having cleaned his jizz from her chest and chin.

“Here, Bhabhiji, would you like to…I want you to have another breezer.” he said.

Bela obediently took the bottle from his hand, and sat down on the couch next to him. She was still in just her bra, with her tits hanging out. She sat on the couch with one leg folded up with the foot on the couch, and another on the floor. And she wrapped her hands around that one knee, taking sips from the bottle. She often sat this way at home, but when she was dressed. When fully dressed, in that pose, she looked very simple and traditional. Now, almost naked, she looked really trashy and slutty, with her pussy lips parted. I loved how hot she looked.

Shyam put his arm around her shoulder, started the scene, and started having his beer. And the two of them kept watching porn. I watched for a couple more minutes. Bela still had a slightly horny look on her face. I suddenly realized, she had still not had a release of her own!

One of the secrets behind me getting my shy wife to open up so much and try so many things was, a constant supply of orgasms. I had learned from my ex-girlfriends that female satisfaction is just as important as the male’s, if not more so. Whenever we had sex or even fooled around, I made sure Bela was regularly and passionately cumming. Be it actual sex, or oral sex, or fingering, I tried to maintain a 3:1 ratio, which meant that for every orgasm I had, she should have at least 3. Even during a regular sex session, I first went down on her to make her cum and get wet, and only then entered her. Made sure she had an orgasm during sex. And then after, as we cuddled, I would finger her to a climax again.

So given that Bela’s sexual history was largely limited to me, except for that one joust with Riaz, I guess she was conditioned or even used to getting regular orgasms during any amorous activity.

But clearly, the Saturday action that far had been different. Shyam was a very nice guy, a caring guy, a considerate guy. But he was still a conventional middle class Indian male, and I presumed not very experienced sexually. So he was perhaps not wired to prioritize the orgasms of his mate. I felt bad for his wife. But more importantly, I felt bad for my wife.

She had been practically naked for almost 24 hours. Had been fondled and played with by Shyam a lot. Been put in exhibitionist situations. But had not yet had sexual release. The first time that day, Shyam just had her give him a quick blowjob, came in her mouth, and that was it. This second time, he had started going down on her, not very skillfully. But had not finished the job. Had stopped midway and gotten up to titty-fuck her. And that was it.

Besides, the night before I left or even the day I left, we had not had sex. Given how regularly and frequently we had sex, this meant that Bela’s body had now gone without a single orgasm for an unusually long time. Surely, she was feeling some pent up sexual frustration.

Maybe that’s why her face looked so tense as she watched the porn sitting next to Shyam. I am sure her primal instincts were egging her on to just mount the guy then and there. Or demand that he finger or tongue her. But my shy wife was very unlikely to make such a demand. I watched for a few more minutes. Nothing was happening. They were just sitting there watching porn. I pressed fast forward. Which was a good thing, because it saved me a lot of time.

Shyam had hugged and pawed and fondled her as they watched the porn. And after they both finished their drinks, he had gotten more. And he kept pressing buttons to start more porn scenes. But other than that, despite having a young hot voluptuous woman next to him, he did not make a more ambitious move. And then a while later, he had slumped over and fallen asleep, sloshed with all that beer. When I saw him slump over, I pressed play again.

Bela had noticed that her companion of the weekend had fallen asleep on the couch.

“Shyamji?” she gently said.

He responded with a loud snore.

She slowly moved his arm off her shoulder and got up. She was clearly drunk too, because I saw her stumble a little as she walked to the bathroom again. She was in there for a decent amount of time. I wondered if she was masturbating, since Shyam had not been considerate enough to think of her. When I asked her later, I found out that no, she wasn’t masturbating, she was vomiting. My wife, who had never had more than a few sips of alcohol, had downed 4 breezers in a couple of hours. It might not sound like much to you or me, but for a lightweight like her, it was a lot to digest.

She came out of the bathroom, still in her nearly naked state, still a little unsure on her feet. She walked over to Shyam, who had now slumped on the couch completely horizontal and was deep asleep. The porn video on the laptop had ended and it was silent. Bela stared at the screen for a few seconds. Then she suddenly seemed to remember something and looked around the room. She walked around the room, carefully looking at the walls. And then she stopped, right below one of my hidden cameras.

“Are you there? Are you watching?” she whispered, then looked at Shyam to make sure he was still sleeping.

She walked around a little more and spotted the second camera, hidden behind cable wires.

“I really miss you, ji.” she said in a sad voice.

At that very moment, my phone started ringing. I paused the video and answered it.

“I really missed you too, sweetheart.” I said lovingly.

“What?” Bela asked in a confused voice.

“Oh nothing. I was just watching the footage from Saturday afternoon where Shyam ti…” I was about to say tit-fucked you, but I knew how dirty words could trigger her, so instead I said, “Shyam took a nap. And you walked around the room spotting the cameras. And said you really missed me.”

“Oh…did I?” she said.

“You don’t remember?”

“Of course I missed you. But Saturday afternoon…or much of Saturday…I don’t really remember. Because of the alcohol I think.” she sounded ashamed.

“Hehe, okay. Anyway, why did you call?”

“Shyamji called and said he is coming over soon to talk. Said you are in office so we can talk with some privacy.”

“Yes, I am in office.” I replied. “Talk about what?”

“I need you to decide what to tell him. Remember my dilemma? I am your wife and I am to listen to you. You asked me to listen to him, but also to honestly tell you everything. He says we should keep whatever we did a secret, or at least hide the more scandalous parts. I told him I wouldn’t tell you till Monday. So he is coming over to discuss, have I told you? Will I tell you? What is the official story, ji?”

“Hmmmm…okay. What do you think we should do?”

“Whatever you decide, ji, is…”

“Oh for fuck’s sake, for just one minute, forget this submissive obedient persona, and just think for yourself, will you?” I snapped.

She was silent.

“Bela…sorry…I love you, honey. I know this isn’t easy. I am sincerely asking you…what do you think we should do?”

“You have watched till Saturday afternoon already?” she asked in a normal voice.

“Yes. I fast forwarded through a lot of stuff at 16x.”

“Okay…here is what I think we should do. I will tell him that all I told you was that we had lunch and dinner, and he didn’t try anything, and I didn’t do anything. It was like two normal family friends having a few meals together. That way, he will stop freaking out. He has been really tense about what you will do or say if you find out what happened.”

“Alright, sounds good.” I said.

“One more thing. I am going to tell him to tell you that the dinners together will now stop, including tonight. That he is very uncomfortable with those dinners, his family is coming soon, etc. And when he tells you that, say okay, and don’t push him too much. He is already terrified of you.”

“Okay, as you wish, ji.” I used her own line and chuckled. “Why do you want the dinners to stop though?”

“You are at Saturday afternoon?” she asked.

“Yes.”

“You have seen everything that happened before?”

“Yes.”

“Okay, fast forward through late afternoon and evening. Don’t skip it. Forward so you get a sense of what happened. And then later at night, start watching again. Through the late night. In the bedroom.”

“In the…bedroom? Our bedroom?”

“No, his bedroom.” she said.

I was silent this time for a few seconds.

“Gautam?? I mean…suniye ji?” she asked, now reverting to her submissive persona.

“Alright, tell him that. I will catch up on the videos and see you later.”

I hung up the phone and then wondered, what were Shyam and Bela discussing at home. What were they doing. What had happened the rest of the weekend. Why in his bedroom? Well, only one way to find out.
As Bela had instructed, I started playing the footage at high speed and observing. Even though I was playing the footage at high speed, it was still a lot of hours, so took me some time to get through. Plus, there was no sound at high speed, so I had no idea what conversations took place. But this is what I saw.

Bela walked around the house, and spotted all the cameras I had planted. Then she walked back to Shyam, who continued to sleep. She went to the kitchen and made tea as she checked her phone and read stuff on it. Then she drank the tea. This took up almost an hour and a half and it was evening by now. Shyam finally woke up and went to the kitchen. Bela pointed him to the tea. He drank his, making Bela sit in his lap and fondling her naked body.

But he still kept his underwear on. In fast forward, it looked comical how intensely Shyam was attacking and groping my wife’s nakedness, but it didn’t go beyond groping. I saw his fingers at her pussy too, but it did not seem like she had an orgasm.

For a few moments, I stopped fast forwarding and listened in at regular speed. All I heard were smooching and petting sounds and random ooh’s and aah’s. So I started fast forwarding again.

Then suddenly, at about 5:30 pm, they got up and started getting dressed. Shyam wore all his clothes. Bela wore her clothes, and seemed to notice the stains on her chest for the first time. They left the house. Soon they appeared in our house. Bela quickly changed out of that shirt and into a different one. And then they left our house too.

And then, the footage just showed empty houses for a while. And my phone rang again.

“Hey, I am at Saturday evening. You two just got dressed and left.”

“Yeah okay, listen please, ji.” she said in an urgent voice.

“What’s up?”

“Shyamji and I had a long talk. I will tell you all the details later after you have watched everything. For now, just know that I told him exactly what we discussed. That I told you we only had innocent meals together, and nothing happened. He is headed to the office now. He will tell you that he doesn’t want to come over for dinners anymore. Just accept that. Okay?”

“Okay, Bela.” I said. “So that evening, you got dressed and left. I am just staring at empty houses.”

“Oh right, you can skip ahead to 10 pm if you like. He wanted to take me for a movie.”

“A movie?”

“Yes, the latest Salman Khan blockbuster. We went and watched the movie in town and then had dinner.”

“Wait…this guy has you at his beck and call for the whole weekend, strolling around in a bra. And he takes you out to a movie? Hahaha!” I found it amusing.

She sighed.

“What?” I asked.

“Don’t be mean to him. He is a nice guy.”

“Yes, he is a nice guy. I agree. But still…I saw the footage. He woke up, grope you, made out, and then…a movie?”

“Gautam!” she said in a slightly stern voice, which was a rarity. “The man is almost 50.”

“So?”

“Don’t you understand? What happens to male libido when it ages?”

“Oh!” I got her point. It’s not that Shyam would not have liked to keep sticking his hard dick into my wife all day. But because of his age, and maybe his excess weight, he perhaps could not. Having cum in her mouth and then her tits already, maybe he needed some time to recharge. And hence the Salman movie.

“Anyway, he will be there soon. Be nice to him.”

“Okay.”

“Also…”

“Yes?”

“Make sure you watch the footage till Sunday morning before you come home. Then we can talk.” she said.

“Alright, honey.” I said and hung up.

I skipped ahead to 10 PM as Bela had told me to. And then started fast forwarding again. Soon the door to Shyam’s place opened. And my wife walked in, followed by Shyam. I pressed play.

“That was a bad movie, Bhabhiji.” he said laughing.

“Yes, but still, it was nice to see Salman. He has aged well.”

“You think so?”

“He is over 50 and still has a six pack.” she said.

“Bhabhiji, how can you be so naive? Don’t you know, all these six packs are computer generated?”

“What? No way!” she giggled.

“Anyway…” he said and pulled her into his arms and kissed her. She kissed back.

Kissing and groping my wife, he took her towards the couch.

“I am very horny, Bhabhiji.” he said, between kisses, pushing his crotch against her. I could see an erection under his pants.

“Ummmm.” Bela said.

“Are you horny too, Bhabhiji?”

“Yes, Shyamji.” she said, almost going limp in his arms.

I had experienced this going limp move from my wife many times so I knew what it meant. It meant she was really really randy and wanted to be fucked right away. So her making her body go limp was a signal that, take me, take me now, do whatever you want. It had taken a couple of years for me to figure out her body language that well.

If Shyam had my knowledge of her vagaries, he would have pulled down her pants and fucked her right away. Sadly, he did not have my knowledge. So he went a little too slow for his own good.

He did pull down her pants as he put on on the couch. And pushed down his own pants. But instead of fucking her right away, he hesitated, and then went down on her. And that was his mistake. Because as we know, Shyam was not very skilled at oral.

I watched Bela’s face in zoom carefully. The horniness seemed to almost go down like a fuel gauge of an emptying tank. Here she had been, absolutely randy and ripe for fucking. All he needed to do was spread her legs and mount her. But instead, he had gone the oral route again. Was it nervousness or was it him being decent? I don’t know.

What I do know is that he let a precious moment slip by. Whatever misgivings Bela might have had about fucking Shyam, I am sure that at that moment, she would have allowed it. He missed the window. For a few minutes, his tongue clumsily lapped at her pussy. She let out some polite moans and sighs, but I knew she wasn’t really into it. Her peak randiness had passed.

He went at it for a while. And then he stood up, his dick very hard and erect. Bela, now wearing just her t-shirt and her bra, sat up and looked at him in his eyes.

“Take off your t-shirt.” he said.

And she did. Now she was in just her bra, just the way Shyam liked her.

A jolt seemed to pass through his body. Suddenly he got on the couch, with his knees below her thighs. And he grabbed her hair.

“Should I do it, Bhabhiji, should I?” he asked, his dick in his hand, positioned at her cunt.

“What?”

“Do you want me to fuck you, Bhabhiji?” he asked.

And I winced. He had asked the wrong question for the moment. A few minutes ago, the answer would have been yes. But now, I didn’t know how she would respond.

“What do you wish, Shyamji?” she said, sounding oddly terrified, given all that she had done with this dude all day.

“I want you to tell me…do you want me to fuck you right now?” he asked.

She looked in his eyes, then down at his cock right by her pussy, then at his paunch, and then back in his eyes. And she just pursed her lips tightly.

“Tell me honestly, Bhabhiji, do you want me to?”

“I…I don’t know, Shyamji.” she said, on the verge of crying.

That made him let go of her hair and step back. And I couldn’t help but admire the immense decency of this man. She didn’t give him explicit consent. And he immediately stepped away.

That’s when there was a knock on my door. I paused the footage, switched screen and said come in.

“Hello sir.” Shyam poked his head in deferentially.

“Shyam, where have you been?” I asked nonchalantly.

“I had some bank work to take care of.” He said in a rehearsed way. “How as the Delhi trip?”

“It was good. The bosses are happy with our progress.” I said. “They will be coming for an inspection next month.”

“Oh good. Good.” he sat down nervously in front of me.

“How was your weekend? Did Bela take good care of you?” I asked. He seemed to flinch a little.

“Yes sir, bhabhiji’s food is always great. And we also went to watch a movie together.”

“Good.” I said. “Anyway, I have a lot of work to catch up on. If there is anything else, we can talk at dinner.”

“Sir…about dinner.” he said hesitantly.

“Yes?”

“I have managed to find a tiffin service that is very cheap and convenient. I don’t need to come for dinner daily. It is too much of an inconvenience for bhabhiji I think.” he said.

“It’s no inconvenience, Shyam. But I can sense something. Is this because of the games I play with Bela?”

“I mean…you know sir…I really appreciate all that. What man wouldn’t? But I am an old-fashioned man, sir, a married man with kids. My wife will be joining me soon. I just…don’t feel comfortable, you know?”

“Sure, I think I get it. Not a problem.”

“Thank you, sir. Thank you for understanding.” he said and left.

I made sure he was all the way back at his desk and then started the videos again.

Shyam had stepped away from the couch and was staring at the nearly naked Bela with an indecisive look.

“We should have some drinks.” he said, and went to the kitchen.

By the time he came back, Bela was sitting straight again, looking a little sad.

“I am sorry, Shyamji.” she said.

“Please Bhabhiji, you never have to apologize to me.” he sat down next to her and handed her the breezer. Then he started kissing her again, with one hand holding his beer and another on her breasts.

This making out went on for a few minutes, with sips of alcohol in between. And then Shyam opened his laptop again.

“That movie was bad. How about we watch something nicer?” he asked.

“As you wish.” she said.

Of course, it was porn. He started it and then sat back. He was still naked from the waist down, as was Bela. She sat next to him, resting her head on his shoulder, and watched the screen attentively. A while later, he said.

“Bhabhiji, I want you to sit in my lap.” he said.

“As you wish.” Bela slid up on his lap and put one arm around his neck.

I could see his erect dick was pressed between his paunch and Bela’s hips. She did not seem to mind the proximity of his dick to her nether regions. With a little sliding and manuevring, he could have easily penetrated her. But he did not.

It was an erotic sight, watching my wife wearing just a bra, siting comfortably on the lap of my subordinate. Their skin colors formed a delicious contrast too, him dark and her so fair. And they weren’t just siting still. There was a lot of fondling and groping happening between sips of alcohol.

“Do you remember that first night when you used your hands to relieve my tension?” Shyam finally said.

“Yes.” she said and blushed. This was the odd contradictory brain of my wife. Even after all this, she was blushing at a tame first step.

“And do you remember how I used my fingers on you?”

She nodded and blushed again.

“I want us to do that right now, simultaneously.”

Smart move, Shyam, I thought to myself. The last time he had brought her off with his fingers, she had announced that she was very horny and wanted me to fuck her right away. And he must have surely seen that his oral sex wasn’t having the same effect. So I guessed he hoped that by fingering her to an orgasm again, maybe he would get her in a mood to fuck.

And so I saw Bela and Shyam pleasuring each other in a new configuration. Still sitting on his lap sideways and one arm around his neck, she wrapped her other hand around his dick and started slowly jacking him off. And she parted her legs to give him easy access to her pussy. And soon they were writhing and moaning together, using hands on each other while also kissing like lovers. It was really sexy to see Bela’s round creamy butt gyrate around on his lap as he started slowly fucking her with one finger and then two. All the while, porn was playing in the background. But they were both in a porno of their own, so did not seem to be paying any attention.

They also kept drinking in between. This was now Bela’s fifth or sixth drink of the day. And it seemed to make her woozy quite early. Her moans and gasps made it obvious that she was getting drunk. As did her hand movements, because she wasn’t being as coordinated with her fist on his dick as she was earlier. Her fingers kept slipping and she kept losing pace.

Shyam meanwhile was doing okay with his fingers. It wasn’t enough to make her cum very soon, but she clearly was finding this more pleasurable than his oral. Soon both their hand movements got faster, as if they were in a race to bring off the other. Bela started sliding her ass front and back on his thigh, which meant his fingering was definitely having an effect. And eventually she really went over the edge.

Almost three days of no orgasms meant that when this one hit, it really hit hard.

“Ahhhhh…oohhhhhh…” she started moaning loudly and jerking her hips back and forth so hard that at one point, she slipped off and her butt landed back on the couch.

Shyam didn’t miss a beat though. His thumb was still rolling her clit around in a rapid motion as his two fingers stayed buried in her pussy, pleasuring her g-spot. And he kept going.

Bela seemed to be losing control of her limbs. Her arms flew behind her head, in the process leaving Shyam’s dick untended to. Her legs started wriggling around. I had seen this dozens of times before. I knew what was coming or rather what was cumming.

“Ungghhhh unhhhh OHHHHH AHHH AAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHH!” she screamed as Shyam kept going with his fingers.

It was one of her most intense orgasms in recent times, the release of a lot of pent up sexual energy. And it showed as she shrieked and quaked, he boobs shaking even within the confines of the bra. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, she arched her back fully, at the peak of climax, and then collapsed on the couch again, pushing Shyam’s hand away.

Shyam looked really pleased with himself. This had been quite a spectacle, even more impressive than the first time he fingered her to an orgasm.

“Ooof…hfff…” Bela said, still shivering from tiny aftershocks of the orgasm. “I’m thirsty.”

She downed the few sips of her breezer. Then she reached over for Shyam’s beer and had a few glugs of that.

“Bhabhiji, alcohol doesn’t help with thirst. Let me get you water.”

“Huhh…uh…okay…” she said, still breathing hard.

As Shyam walked to the kitchen to get her water, she curled up into a fetal position on the couch. He filled a glass with water, put some ice in it. And then stopped and seemed to be talking to himself silently. As if girding up his courage to strike while the iron was hot. Unfortunately, he took too long.

Because by the time he returned, Bela had dozed off into a nice post-orgasmic slumber. Earlier in the day, he had dozed off on her. Now it was reversed.

“Bhabhiji, water.” he said.

“Hmmm…” she stirred and slowly raised her head.

“Water.” he held the glass to her lips and tilted it. She gulped down a lot of it thirstily.

She still seemed very out of it, almost half asleep.

“Are you sleepy, Bhabhiji?” he asked in a voice that was a mix of tenderness and disappointment.

“Hmmm.” she nodded sleepily.

“Come, let me take you to my bed. Sleep there. That will be more comfortable.”

She nodded and sat up, holding her spinning head. All that alcohol was now having its effect. She offered the hand Shyam held out and stood up, stumbling a little. And then he helped her to his bedroom.

Like the rest of the house, the bedroom was also very sparsely furnished. There was just a single bed with a basic mattress, and a table on one side. Shyam gently put Bela on the bed and covered her with a thin sheet. She grabbed the sheet and curled up.

Shyam then went outside and fetched her phone and purse and kept it on the stand next to her.

“You sleep well here, Bhabhiji. Your purse and phone are here, in case you need them. There is also a bottle of water. And I will sleep outside on the couch.” he said, gently kissing her forehead.

“No…nnnno…” she said in a sulking voice.

“What?”

“Hold me…hug me…” she mumbled, pulling him onto the bed with her.

Bela always loved being cuddled and spooned to sleep after sex. With me not there, Shyam was the best thing. And she had been in his lap just minutes ago. So spooning wasn’t that big of a step.

“Okay Bhabhiji.” Shyam said and gently got on the bed next to her. He put his arm around her and slid closer, his dick hitting her butt. I don’t think Bela was in any condition to feel it. She seemed almost asleep.

And then for a while, that was that. Thanks to the night vision setting, I was able to see that the two of them were just asleep in each others’ arms.

I fast forwarded through the tape. The scene did not change. Sleeping in that single bed was my older subordinate Shyam, his arms around my nearly naked wife, dressed in just a bra the way he liked. It was a small bed so the two of them barely fit on it even spooning. A couple of hours later, Shyam stirred. I pressed play. Sleepily, he headed to the bathroom, to relieve his ageing bladder. While he was gone, Bela stirred too, but did not wake up. She just turned to lay on her back, throwing off the blanket in the process.

Shyam returned and even in the darkness, saw the erotic sight of Bela splayed there with her legs open. He just stood staring at her, and I saw his naked cock getting erect. He started jacking it slowly.

“Bhabhiji” he whispered.

Bela is a sound sleeper so she didn’t move. He sat on the bed next to her and called her name again. She still didn’t move. She wasn’t used to drinking as much as she had obeying Shyam. He got up, looking conflicted. He paced around, looking clearly horny but still worried. He went out to the kitchen and returned with a bottle of whiskey. He opened it and took a couple of big glugs.

He then slowly got on the bed, between Bela’s legs. I sat up. Would he do it? Dare he do it? Even as she was passed out? That would technically be Molestation. Would it really be though?

Shyam was a fundamentally decent man. He had never even looked at my wife sideways until I started exposing her to him. And even then, he had stayed within limits despite surely getting blue balls every night. Now with me out of town, he had not rushed over to try his luck. I had insisted he go to our place. And Bela had signaled to him what the obedience game was. And showed up at his house almost naked. Then sucked his dick, watched porn with him, gotten drunk with him, let him finger and tongue her. And then gone to sleep with him in that tiny bed. Would it really be wrong of him to try the next logical step?

Shyam stayed kneeling with his dick in is hand for a couple of minutes. Then he took that hand off and slowly caressed her pussy. She didn’t move. He flicked her clit. This made her shiver a little. Then he slipped a finger inside her cunt. This made her eyes half open as she made a moaning sound.

“Bhabhiji?”

“Hmmmm?” she sleepily said.

“Do you like this?” he said, moving his finger in and out.

“Hmmmm.” she nodded and half-smiled, closing her eyes again. “But cold.”

She pulled the blanket awkwardy. It fell over her body and Shyam’s arm. He shifted a little and lowered himself next to her, his hand still down there.

“Let me warm you.”

He joined her under the blanket and started kissing her. She put her arm around his neck and kissed back. And she started moaning more, now almost fully awake although still sounding drunk.

“Take me in your hand, bhabhiji.” he whispered. I saw her arm move under the blanket towards his crotch.

What was happening was in a way a repeat of what had happened earlier, when they watched porn and masturbated each other. But something seemed very different in their body languages this time. They were hugging and kissing and writhing in a much more intimate way. Bela had started this weekend with the pretense that she was just a slave following orders. But now, maybe it was the booze or the day long erotic activity, but she seemed really into it.
“Ohhhh…uhmmmm…uhmmmm…unnnnnnhhhHHHHHH!” she moaned through an obvious orgasm, although a smaller one than earlier. By now, Shyam knew her needs well. She shook and writhed in the older man’s arms, and then finally stopped, breathing heavily. They kissed as Shyam fondled her boobs over her bra. Her hand kept moving at his crotch.

“Are you…almost done?” she whispered.

“No…not yet.”

They stared at each other as she continued jerking him off. He put his hand back at her crotch. And shoved two fingers in, moving them meaningfully.

“You’re really wet.” he said.

“Yes.” she said and let go of his dick. She put her fingers between her teeth and chewed at them nervously.

Shyam got on his knees again, making the blanket fall off. He reached for the bottle and took a couple more glugs. He offered it to Bela who took a big swig herself.

“Where is my purse?” she asked.

“Right there.” he pointed to the floor.

She reached over and picked it up. And I saw her take a condom out and hold it in her hands. She just held it like that and looked at Shyam. It took a few seconds for Shyam to recognize what it was. And he smiled. My wife had shown up at his place with a condom in her purse. Which meant she had definitely considered going all the way. This seemed to give him courage.

“Bhabhiji…give that to me.” he said.

She hesitated for a moment. And then stretched out her hand. He took it. Slowly tore it open and rolled it over his dick.

“Bhabhiji…I want to make love to you.”

She blushed a little.

“As you wish, Shyamji.” she said. I sat up straight hearing her reply, as did my dick.

Slowly he got between her legs and spread them. She stared into his eyes. He stared back. And then I saw her eyes roll back as he moved his hips forward and slowly entered her.

“Ohhhhh…” she said, shivering.

Shyam leaned forward, so his paunch was on her flat stomach, and put his elbows on the bed. And then he thrust his hips forward again, fully penetrating her.

And there it was. The reason why Bela had wanted to me to watch what happened at night. There my wife was, getting her cunt invaded by yet another dick. There was my shy Indian wife, literally opening up.

The sex started very gently, with a lot of fondling and kissing between the two of them. His dick moved in and out in deep but gentle strokes, and I could see Bela’s buttocks pulsating underneath. She locked her legs around his waist lovingly. He took turns between kissing her and licking her neck and ears. She kept stroking his hairy back and scratching it, something I always loved. This gentle missionary style love-making lasted about five minutes.

Then Shyam straightened a little and with his dick still inside Bela, rolled on her left side, lifting her right leg around him. Bela turned her head to face him and now he started fucking her again, but in slightly faster strokes. he also scooped out her tits from her bra. What a sight my wife made, nearly naked, curled over on her side, getting banged by this elderly gentleman. He kept bending over to kiss her, nuzzle her neck, lick her ears, and of course, attack her big jiggling boobs.

Shyam then took his dick out and grabbed her by her slender waist, lifting her to a Rockygy style position. As everyone knows, this is perhaps the position in which the woman looks the sexiest, willingly on all fours like an animal, facing away from her lover, tits swinging hard, and the raised ass slapping against his body. And Bela looked every bit the subservient horny slut as Shyam started banging her with a tight grip on her waist.

Bela’s own attitude and body language had changed as their sex progressed. Initially she had been agreeable but passive, letting Shyam get on top of her and fuck her as she let out small ladylike moans. Then she started getting more vocal and responding to him. During this Rockygy style fucking, she was almost completely like a bitch in heat, grunting obscenely, meeting every thrust from Shyam by pushing her ass back hard to take him in fully.

Shyam then lean forward and lowered his chest on top of her back, putting his hands on the bed and his face next to hers. He started fucking her even harder and faster. Bela was grunting and moved her knees outwards a little more to accommodate Shyam’s right on her. It really was an amazing turn-on for me to see their bodies meshed together like that.

Soon Bela started her signature wail showing she was having an orgasm. Shyam was so turned on at realizing that he was making my young hot wife cum that he started bucking his hips too. For a while they were no longer the boss’s wife and the neighbor subordinate, they were no longer the shy housewife and the diffident middle aged family guy. They were just man and woman, writhing and wailing and jerking about in their simultaneous orgasms. It was an oddly erotic scene to behold.

Finally they crashed on the bed together after riding through the orgasms together. Bela turned around and breathing heavily, got in Shyam’s arms. He wrapped them around her. He moved to take the condom off and then hugged her lying down again, pulling the blanket over them. They cuddled and kissed and made out for a while. And soon fell asleep again, tired from their latest exertions.

So there it was. The answer to my key question. Left alone to themselves, Shyam and Bela had indeed ended up fucking. And unlike the time with Riaz, when it was spontaneous and she didn’t know I was around, this time she had chosen to go all the way with full knowledge that I was recording all this.

That night, with Shyam finally fucking Bela, marked a big milestone in our marriage. It represented yet another big step in the journey of my shy wife opening up. Going forward, things would be a bit different.

For the rest of the day at office, it took a lot of mental effort to make sure I didn’t picture what I had seen and start getting a hard-on in the company of my employees. After I finished watching Shyam and Bela have sex, I had to tear myself away from the videos and focus on actual work. This work involved interacting with a lot of my subordinates, including Shyam. As I watched the genial obedient old man do what I said, it was hard not to remember that he had recently fucked my wife.

Why was the actual sex so different to me, I wondered. I was the one who had first exposed her to him. I was the one who had encouraged him to finger-fuck her as I played with her, and then stood by as she gave him a hand job. I was the one who had engineered the situation in which the two passive people spent a weekend together, with her following master-sub type rules. Everything I had done had been a prod towards the eventuality of them having sex. And yet, their having sex somehow seemed so significant to me. It was like the Riaz situation all over again.

I had never thought of myself as someone who wanted consciously to be cuckolded and see his wife have sex with other men. Sure, I wanted to expose her to them, and got my jollies from that situation. But actual sex? I had never actively wanted it.

Or had I, without realizing?

Bela had been fucked by two men, Riaz and Shyam. In both cases, I was the one who manipulated things to set the stage for what eventually happened. Yes, she was the one who finally made the choice to do it. But if I had just acted like a normal husband, this would have never happened. Is this what I wanted? And if so, how much of it did I want? What were the practical implications of this?

I kept ruminating over these thoughts as I was driven home by my usual driver Jagan. Even he seemed to sense something was amiss, because he asked me a couple of times if I was okay. I assured him I was fine and just thinking about work stuff.

But after he dropped me off and I started walking towards my door, those images of Shyam banging Bela Rockygy-style flooded my brain again, and I started getting hard again. Bela as always had heard the car dropping me off, and she opened the door. I pounced on her and pushed her to the couch.

“Wait…did you…watch it all?” she asked, between my kisses and dry humps.

“Yes, I watched till Sunday morning. I watched you and Shyam fuck.”

She winced a little at my language as I pushed down her skirt.

“Is that what you wanted?” she asked as I slipped down her panties.

“Let’s discuss that later, honey.” I said, lifting her off the ground. “I have been watching your videos all day and am really hard. I want to fuck you hard right now before anything else.”

“As you wish, ji.” she said, as I plonked her on the couch and spread her legs. “But you need to know something else.”

“What?” I said, positioning my dick as her cunt.

“Today, when you were at the office and Shyamji and I talked…after it, he did it to me again.”

I stopped and stared at her and then at her naked pussy, with that landing strip on it. Shyam had been in there just a few hours ago!

“Oh wow!” I said and rammed my dick into her in one motion, and she groaned with delight.

It was one of our most intense sex sessions ever, and also one of our most intimate. We were really in tune with each others rhythms. She came twice as I fucked her in a variety of positions. And then finally I finished in her mouth.

Exhausted, we both lay on the living room couch. On the very spot she had been first fingered by Shyam, an adventure that had set off events that culminated in him fucking her, in his house and mine. She was in my arms, hugging me tightly as I kissed her. Finally, I gathered my thoughts and started to speak.

“So…you and Shyam.” I said.

She just blushed and hit her face in my side.

“You two did it again today afternoon while I was at the office, huh? How did that happen?”

She raised her face and replied,

“It just happened spontaneously. We talked for a while. And then he took me in his arms. And then…” she again hid her face. “It is not easy to talk about this. Your cameras are still running. You can watch it all.”

“Okay, I will.” I said, kissing her. “So…you like him?”

“He is a nice man.” she shrugged. “I have always felt bad for him. You have been teasing him so much. He is a man too, after all.”

“Fair point. So what did you two talk about?”

“Mainly on how to proceed, now that we have…been intimate.”

“And?”

“What is your wish, ji?” she asked.

“Bela, sweetie.” I hugged her real tight. And thought a little before speaking, not wanting to set her off. “Your being very obedient is nice. But sometimes, I also need you to speak your mind. This is one of those times. Forget obedience and my wishes and everything. Just talk to me one on one, as one person to another.”

“Okay.” she nodded. Oh how sexy she was!

“So here is what I know so far. After a day and a half of naked games, you two finally had sex in the wee hours of Sunday morning. I don’t know what happened after that. I came back today morning. You told me some of the story. I went to the office. Shyam came over, he talked, and you two had sex again.”

She nodded.

“You want to fill me in on the gaps here?”

“Okay, let me tell you about Sunday, although you can watch the videos of that too. In the morning, he was a little tense, thinking that I might have thought he forced himself on me when I was drunk. But I told him I was fully aware of what he had done. And I liked it. So…he made love to me again. Then he cooked breakfast for us, which we ate. Then we watched some blue films. And then it was…you can see the tapes…a lot like before.”

“So you were in a bra and he was playing with you?”

“Yes.” she nodded and blushed. “Can we not talk about the details? I feel shy.”

“Alright, alright.” I did not want to push her too far outside her comfort zone.

I still remembered how the first she did something with Shyam on her own, I had gotten her to talk about the past, and suddenly she had shut down.

“Soooo…what did you two talk about today?”

“The path forward.”

“And what is that exactly?”

“We agreed that although the weekend was very…special, with you around and with his wife coming soon, it would be reckless to get carried away. Officially, I have not told you what happened. As far as you know, we just had meals together and watched a movie.”

“So it is goodbye then? This little fling ends?”

“We left that open ended.” she shrugged. “He said he really enjoyed what we did, but he still respects you and is frankly scared of you. And he still loves his wife. So he wanted to think more. And told me to think more as well. And then see how things go.”

“Hmmm okay. Keep me posted.” I said and kissed my shy sexy wife again.

That night after Bela slept, I logged into my office computer using my VPN client to catch up with the rest of the footage. It pretty much confirmed what Bela had told me. In the morning, they had a small chat and then had sex once more. The he made her breakfast. After that they watched porn for a while, nestled in each others arms. Then Bela made lunch. In the afternoon, they both got dressed and watched normal TV, took naps. In the evening they started drinking again. The night ended with another sex session between the two of them. And then she left and went back to our house, knowing I would be back in the morning.

The more I watched the footage, the more I found myself fast forwarding, even through the action. I realize that for me, the anticipation or thrill had been in waiting to see if they would actually have sex. Once that level had been crossed, I realized watching it didn’t really turn me on too much. Shyam was a decent lover but not very imaginative. Pretty much every sexual tryst went the same way. He would start off missionary, then fuck her sideways, and then end with Rockygy style. It was almost like watching action replays. I noticed that Bela too wasn’t as excited about it as initially. Her orgasms seemed to reduce in frequency and intensity.

I finally got bored of all the secret cam footage. I disabled the recording, and put the cameras in hibernation mode. That particular adventure seemed to be done in my eyes.

The next few days, this situation took a backseat. At work, we had to ramp up a lot of installations and shifts to prepare for the eventual visit by the bosses. This meant Shyam and I were at the factory from morning till night, focusing on the work and keeping an eye over the workers. We rode to and from the office together most days, with my driver Jagan. He was barely out of my sight. It seemed to me that after thinking about it a bit more, he had decided to put a stop to things with Bela.

Speaking of Bela, she herself seemed a bit relieved to go back to a normal housewifely existence. We still had sex almost every night, usually twice, and she was as excited and vocal as always. But there seemed to be the extra edge missing that I had experienced right after she had done something adventurous. I started wondering if it was time for me to engineer another situation for Bela and Shyam to hook up.

But as it turned out, I did not have to do anything.

A week or so later, the work pressures had ebbed somewhat. One day soon after lunch time, I walked back to my office to see Shyam sitting there holding his head and his eyes closed.

“Are you okay, Shyam?”

“Oh hello sir.” he said in a weak voice. “It is nothing. Just a migraine attack.”

“I didn’t know you had migraine issues.”

“They come and go, sir. But I have taken a pill, it should be fine.” he said sounding very distressed.

“Shyam if you are not feeling well, you can take a half day and go home.”

“But sir, I have to do the weekly inventory.”

“That’s okay. I will take care of it.” I said, suspecting that his migraine might be less than genuine.

“But sir, it takes almost three hours. And you have to work on those RFPs.”

“Don’t worry about it, Shyam. I can manage both.” I said. “Just go home and get some rest.”

“Thank you, sir. Thank you very much.”

I watched him go and smiled. Maybe he did have a headache. Or maybe he was just pained by the long separation from Bela. Regardless, the inventory was important. I got down to it, with a few workers by my side.

About twenty minutes into it, I was in one of the basement store-rooms when a worker came with a message,

“Shyam sir is calling.” he said “Patching the call to this phone.”

I picked up the phone in the store room.

“Yes Shyam?”

“Hello sir.” he said, still sounding in pain. “I just wanted to remind you that there is some extra sheet metal in the back room.”

“I know that, Shyam.”

“Yes sir, just wanted to make sure it gets included in the inventory.” he said.

I smiled and hung up. That message was very flimsy and unnecessary. There was no way I would forget the back room stock, and even if I did, one of the workers would have reminded me. He did not need to call about this. And if he felt like he had to, he could have easily called me on my cellphone to tell me that. Instead he had called the office phone. As if to make sure that I was still in the factory. Answering a cellphone, I could be anywhere. But answering the office phone meant I was still a long way from home.

“Guys, I will be right back after using the bathroom.” I told the workers who nodded.

The inventory was important and time-sensitive. But I had to confirm my hunch. I used the bathroom and quickly stopped by my office. I opened the camera interface. All cameras were in hibernation mode. I put on the headphones and started them. First I took a look at my house. It was completely empty. I then moved over to the cameras from Shyam’s house.

And sure enough, there was the confirmation. Bela was on her back on the couch, wearing just a bra. Her body was folded, with her shins on Shyam’s ankles. Her hands were on his arms. And he was fucking her in rapid strokes.

“Ohhhh I have missed this so much, Bhabhiji.” he said.

“Mmmmmm.” Bela responded.

He stopped and tapped her ass with his hand. Shy slowly got on her knees and put her elbows on the couch’s backrest.

There was a knock on my door.

“Come in.” I said, making sure the screen was fully turned away from the door, and muted the volume.

It was one of the workers saying they had a question about the inventory.

“Yes, I’ll be right there.” I said. He left.

I got up from the seat, sporting an erection as I watched Shyam get on his knees behind Bela to enter her again. This was the first time I had watched them fucking live. I closed all the windows and used a lot of will power to make my erection subside. And then I went back to the store room.

Half an hour later, I was in the middle of the inventory when the door opened again.

“Shyam!” I said surprised and checked my watch. “You’re back?”

“Yes, sir. The pill worked. My headache went away.” he said in what sounded like a rehearsed manner.

“That’s good.” I said, calculating the time it would have taken him to get here. Seemed like he had just a quickie with Bela.

“I can take over from here, sir.” he said.

“Alright. You’re a good guy, Shyam.” I said. He seemed to wince a little.

That evening when I got home, Bela had a slight spring in her step compared to usual. I gave her a knowing smile. She blushed. We had sex, which this time had that extra raucous edge that had been missing in recent days.

“So…Shyam took off for a while today. Said he had migraine.” I mentioned as we cuddled.

“Is that so?” she smiled and blushed.

“I am guessing he came over for a visit?”

“Actually he asked me to go to his place. He says it feels wrong doing it under your roof.”

“Was it good?”

She shrugged and said,

“He was too nervous and in too much hurry to get back.” she said.

“Bela, honey…how about we just tell him I know and I am okay with it?”

She frowned.

“No?”

“You know I will do whatever you ask.” she said. “But honestly, I think this way is better. It’s just less complicated.”
“Okay, whatever you are comfortable with.” I said, stroking her ass.

And thus started a phase that I consider the “affair” phase between Shyam and Bela. In Shyam’s mind and in Bela’s pretense to him, they were basically having a secret affair behind my back. Shyam was careful and not greedy or risk-taking though. He was very careful with his excuses and spaced out the encounters over time. He made sure to always have different and believable excuses, and never used the same excuse twice. Once he told me he had a dentist’s appointment. And then he called me on the office phone, supposedly from the dentist’s office, to remind me about some minor shift change. Another time he said he had to courier some stuff to his family. And sure enough, called me with a flimsy excuse. Then there was one time when as I was leaving in the morning, I waited for him to join me, and he asked if he could come a little late because he had scheduled a skype call with some relatives in the US. He had not been careful enough to realize that at the time, it would be the middle of the night in the US. And so on.

So on an average once a week, Shyam made some excuse to steal away from work. He had even given Bela an extra key. After he made the excuse, he would call her. She would let himself into his house, and wait for him, as he had requested. Sometimes he would ask her to be in just a bra. Other times, in specific clothes, like a skirt or a top or a dress or once, even a sari.

Every time Shyam fucked her, Bela would be extra horny at night. As if being this supposed “mistress” of a married man was very erotic to her. But I also noticed that the intensity of her horniness was waning as time went by. Maybe she was getting too used to the situation and its novelty was wearing off.

I wondered about the next steps in our marital adventure.
Bela and Shyam’s “secret” affair unfolded in front of my eyes over the next few weeks as I watched the footage from the cameras on my computer screen. Either in real time or recordings. Bela and I didn’t talk about it regularly given her laconic nature, but once in a while if I missed something or wanted to know what was going on in her mind, she would provide the info, blushing like a beet. What follows is a narrative pieced together from all that.

“Sir…my wisdom tooth is really hurting.” Shyam told me one afternoon with his hand on his jaw.

“Oh…do you need to go to the dentist?” I asked with a poker face. Dental issues was the oldest excuse to take off from work but I doubt many of those instances involved banging the boss’s wife.

“If it is okay with you, sir.” he sincerely replied.

“Of course. Go ahead. I will take care of things here.” I said.

He rushed away. I smiled, knowing it was an excuse. I finished my work and then logged into the video feed just as my wife left our house.

It was very interesting observing Bela in this phase. She had pretty much gotten used to the cameras by now and didn’t even notice or look at them. Or if she did, she did not act like it. Her behavior seemed oblivious or indifferent to the fact that I, her husband, might be watching as she continued to be the mistress of another man.

Bela was naked except for a black bra when she walked from our house to Shyam’s. She did cursorily look around to make sure there were no onlookers in our remote area. But I was amused and impressed at how casually she seemed to take outdoor nudity now. Shyam had not told her to make the short walk nearly naked. She did it on her own, supposedly out of “convenience”. I was sure she got an exhibitionist thrill from it. Such a far cry from her early demure shy days.

She used the extra key Shyam had given her to let herself into his house. And then she went around tidying the place like the dutiful housewife she is. I admired her full fleshy creamy jiggling ass as she bent down to pick up things strewn around and then sweep the place. Her huge tits pushed hard against the bra cups. Not only was she acting like his sexual partner, but also kind of like his domestic partner. Once she tidied the place up, my wife, wearing just the bra as her lover had instructed, sat on the couch waiting for him. Just staring at the wall. Not checking her phone or reading the newspaper. Just sitting there like a mannequin.

Shyam walked in a short while later. He saw Bela sitting almost naked on the couch and took a few strides in her direction. She smiled at him and stood up. Within seconds, she was in his arms.

“Oh bhabhiji, you are so hot!! I missed you so much!!” he said between kisses as he squeezed her ample ass and fondled her tits over the bra.

Bela kissed him back hungrily and I saw her hand move to his belt buckle.

“One second…” Shyam stopped my wife and reached for his phone.

Soon, my office phone rang. I muted the feed and answered.

“How is the tooth, Shyam?”

“It is fine…I mean still hurting…” Shyam said as he ran his fingers over my wife’s trimmed pussy. He then pressed her shoulder down and gestured with his eyes. They had developed a lovers’ shorthand too now!

“What’s up?”

“I just wanted to remind you about the evening shift change, sir.” Shyam said as Bela slowly squatted in front of him and fished his dick out of his pants. That made her ass cheeks spread and bobble above the floor.

“I know, Shyam.” I said as my wife wrapped her dainty fingers around his already hard dick.

“Just making sure, sir.” he said. The guy was thorough, you had to give him that.

“Anything else?” I asked as I watched Bela open her lips wide in the O shape like I had taught her and move her face forward to engulf his dick inside.

“No sir, that was it.” I heard him inhale a little as my wife’s luscious lips pressed closed around the base of his shaft.

“Okay then.” I hung up as Bela put both her hands on his hairy thighs and started moving her face front and back. The progress in her BJ skills from novice to pornstar levels was also noticeable.

He stood with his head thrown back and his hands on Bela’s hair as she sucked his dick ardently for a couple of minutes. He moaned and stroked her hair and face throughout before suddenly grabbing her hair and pushing her face away a little bit. Bela seemed surprised when the semen hit her splash in the face, on her right cheekbone. She closed her eyes as Shyam wrapped his hand around his dick and moved it around, spraying all parts of her face.

It was a subtle but sure sign of the evolution of their relationship. He didn’t ask if he could give her a cum facial, nor did he apologize for it. He let her head go and smiled happily saying,

“Go wash your face, bhabhiji. When you come back, I have a gift for you.”

As Bela washed up and walked out of the bathroom, still just in a bra, Shyam reached under the table and fished out a packet wrapped in silver foil.

“What is it?” Bela asked.

“Open it.” Shyam looked almost thrilled.

Bela, being the proper and neat person that she is, tried to figure out where to pull off the tape and unwrap it in a way that the foil could be reused. But Shyam was too impatient and excited.

“Give me.” he said and with his nails tore it open.

The packet fell to the ground. Bela picked it up and examined it.

“Ling-grrr-eee” Shyam happily said, mangling the pronunciation of lingerie.

It was basically a variety pack of sexy bras. No panties of any kinds. Just bras of different colors and styles. Most were sheer or see-through. None of them had an underwire obvious, which made them uncomfortable for the big-titted Bela for more than a few minutes. They weren’t really premium quality stuff. But given Shyam’s modest salary, what else could one expect?

“Thank you.” Bela said with half a smile, not sure how to respond to this gift.

“Try them! I hope I got the size right.” He walked towards the bedroom and she followed him.

For the next few minutes, Shyam had Bela try on each bra one by one and show him, as he sat and stroked his dick. She sat on folded knees next to him on the bed, briefly getting completely naked between the bra changes. Her nipples, I noticed, weren’t erect. This wasn’t arousing her. Shyam must have noticed too, because at a point he leaned forward and licked her nipples for a while.

“Beautiful.” he said after she had put on the last bra, a red one, and inhaled, making the tits heave. Some fit her fine but most were a bit uncomfortably snug. This was one of the latter.

Shyam was fully erect again by now. He got up and pushed her back on the bed. He was almost shivering in anticipation of fucking his boss’s young hot wife wearing the “lingrreee” he had bought her. His fingers shook with excitement as he tore the condom wrapper.

The sex itself, unremarkable. He started off on top, missionary style, slobbering over her tits as he penetrated her. He thrust in with intent but slowly. No real technique, no attention to how she was responding. She stayed under him, moaning softly, but not being as vocal as she had been previously. Then he turned her over on her side and fucked her like that. And then had her get on all fours and kept going. There was a “military medium pace” quality to his fucking. I mean it as an observation, not a critique. I had learned these things through experience and from my past relationships and flings. Shyam had married his wife in an arranged marriage at a young age, and until Bela sort of threw herself at him (or rather I threw Bela at him), had never gotten a chance to build his repertoire.

Almost at the very end, while still filling my wife’s cunt with his determined strokes, he leaned forward and unhooked the bra. It was shoulderless so it fell forward, leaving Bela buck naked. And then, grabbing her waist, he increased his tempo as he came inside the condom. She did not cum during the fucking.

Part of the reason I was so nonchalant about this “affair” and even amused by it was how average Shyam was as a lover and as a looker. I could see the clear difference in Bela’s body language as she was being fucked by this doughy old man and when I fucked her. With him, she mostly seemed to be going through the motions. It was as if she was getting fucked by him out of politeness, not desire. But it wasn’t just that although it seemed so. We talked about it once. Or rather I tried to talk to her about this many times, and it was the one time she gave honest, cogent and multi word responses. Maybe she was a bit tipsy with bacardi breezers that Shyam had gotten her a taste for.

“Tell me honestly, honey, do you enjoy the sex with Shyam or are you just doing it to make me and him happy?”

“I do like it.” she blushed.

“You do?”

“He is not as good as you but…oh god you will think me a slut if I say this.” she covered her face.

“No I won’t. Tell me.”

“It’s just…I like sex. Be it him or you or anyone, I just like having…it…inside me. And the physical contact. And being naked. And…ishhh.” she covered her face and blushed some more.

“Nothing to be ashamed of, Bela. There is nothing wrong with enjoying sex.” I said. “Do you also enjoy the taboo aspect of it?”

“As in?”

“Well, he is older than you by a couple of decades. Married. My subordinate. Not exactly good looking. You two make a mismatched couple. That certainly adds to the thrill for me.”

“Maybe.” she said. But she had reached the limits of her comfort zone because she got up and started doing chores.

Even what she had said had been revealing and reassuring. And it gelled with my way of thinking. I had not set out to have my wife sleep with other men and it had never been a fantasy or fetish of mine. But when it happened, I was not too bothered by it. In a way, I felt happy for her. She deserved all the happiness and joy and delight she could get. And she enjoyed sex like she said. So when I wasn’t there, why shouldn’t she sleep with someone else? Especially when it was someone as harmless and decent as Shyam. And so the affair continued.

Next week one morning, I was admiring my wife’s naked body as she came back from a shower. Watching her get dressed was a daily pleasure of mine. I noticed that as opposed to her regular bras, she picked a blue one that was sheer and her nipples could be seen through. I didn’t say anything but smiled. Shyam had gone almost a week without getting his release and clearly he was feeling horny.

Sure enough, I got a call from him soon.

“Sir you go ahead with the driver. I have to do a skype call with my uncle in New Jersey. It is his birthday.”

“Okay Shyam.” I said, not pointing out that it was past midnight in New Jersey.

“Just an hour maybe.”

“Take your time.”

When I reached the office and turned the cameras on, I was surprised to see him alone in his house. Bela was in our kitchen cooking, still dressed in a sari. Not bottomless like last time. But soon Shyam reached for his phone and called my office line. It was something mundane that could have waited. He just wanted to make sure I really was in office and not on my way home for some reason.

After he hung up, he went to the window facing our house and whistled. Bela heard it, smiled and headed over, still in the sari. She did not strip before going. As soon as she entered his house, he locked the door and hugged her. They started kissing and making out.

“Oh bhabhiji, you look so gorgeous in this sari.” he said.

“Mmmmm.” she said kissing him and rubbing his bald spot.

“Do you know why I wanted you to wear it?”

“Why?”

“So I could take it off.”

And he did really relish the process of undressing my wife slowly. He took his time removing each fold, and fondling her body in between. Really squeezed her big tits and her ample ass. Then he opened her petticoat and let it drop, letting out a sigh of delight to see no panties underneath. Then, leaving her blouse on, he made her get on her knees and suck his dick. Bela looked like quite the contrast, a modest blouse covering her torso, but her butt and pussy naked resting on her heels.

His hands kept rubbing her cheeks for a few seconds. Then he gently slapped a cheek, feeling his knob pushing against it and chuckled. As opposed to previous times when he had seemed in a hurry, this time he was taking his time and being more relaxed and patient and relatively more imaginative. And talkative.

“Did you miss walking naked outside? You seem to enjoy it.”

Bela just shrugged and her mouth went from sucking his dick to sucking his balls.

“Seems thrilling but risky. Of course, there is no one around usually.” he said.

“Hmmm.” she replied as she took his dick inside her mouth again.

“You want to…do it in the backyard?”

Bela looked up at him and said,

“Whatever you wish, Shyamji.”

He was excited like a little boy as he led my wife to the back door. Her wearing just her bra and blouse and naked otherwise. Him in just his vest. They scampered outside his house. Which meant that I was not able to watch what happened on the live feed. They were gone for about ten minutes as I kept watching the empty house, wondering if I should install cameras on the outside, now that Shyam was getting into outdoors sex.

When my wife eventually entered the house again, she was buck naked. Her tits swayed on her chest and her ass jiggled as she walked in, looking thoroughly satisfied as well-fucked. She later told me that he had been so excited to have her outside that he just bent her over right outside the back door, and fucked her right there, stripping her remaining clothes. The sight of her voluptuous naked body out in the sunlight was so erotic and pleasing to him that he came soon. Then he spent a few minutes fondling her naked body in the bright sunlight.

One thing I noticed was that Bela’s creamy white right butt cheek had red palm-shaped marks on them. So clearly, Shyam had gotten randy enough to spank my wife thoroughly as he fucked her. I knew she enjoyed getting her ass spanked. I did it often and it always made her cum even harder. Shyam had finally gotten comfortable enough with her to start spanking her ass.

As their affair continued, it became even more evident. He was still respectful towards Bela and called her Bhabhiji all the time when he spoke to her. But during the sex, he started getting more and more strident and physical. I watched my subordinate frequently spank her ass red as he fucked her and a few times, even slap her face and bite her all over. She never objected. In fact she seemed to love it. And she seemed to be totally enjoying the affair with my ugly balding fat old subordinate and neighbor. So the affair continued.

But it was about to hit an inevitable wrinkle. Shyam’s wife had stayed back in their hometown only because their 18 year old son had his Class 12 exams. They ended and the two were about to come join him and become our new neighbors.

“Sir, can I have tomorrow off please?” Shyam asked me one day. He had slept with Bela just the previous day after asking her to wear a purple bra and a black skirt for him, so I wondered if he was getting a bit greedy.

“Sure, Shyam. Any reason?”

“My wife and son are coming the day after. I just need to do some shopping.” he said.

Hmm, I guess he wanted to make the most of what little time was left to keep banging my hot wife. Who could blame him? I gave him the day off, knowing that I would have several hours of footage to go through.

As it happened though, him taking the day off meant more work for me. So I did not get to watch anything live. I was overseeing some workers that afternoon when I saw someone talking to the receptionist. It was a middle aged woman and a young man. Before I could think much, they left. I walked over.

“Who was that?” I asked the receptionist.

“Shyam sir’s wife and son.” he said.

“What???” I said and sprinted down the stairs.

A little breathless, I caught up as they were getting in a taxi.

“Hello bhabhiji.” I said just in time.

“Hello.” she smiled.

“I am Shyam’s boss.”

“Namaste, sir. How are you?”

“Good good. I…I thought you were coming tomorrow.”

“Yes, we were, but then Abhi here…this is my son Abhi…he was checking online and saw some tickets available for today. So we thought we will surprise him.”

“Oh…nice nice.”

And a surprise it would have been for all involved. I was sure Shyam was in bed naked with my wife at that very moment, either humping her or playing with her enormous tits as he liked to do. I was not sure his wife or son would take as charitable a view of their affair as I had. I needed to think fast and do something.

“Bhabhiji, Abhi, no need for a taxi. I will take you two home. We are neighbors after all.” I said.

“Please sir, there is no need. You must be busy.” she politely refused.

“No no, I insist.”

There was a bit more polite back and forth with them but eventually I got them to get out of the cab. As my driver Jagan unloaded their bags and brought the car around, I called Bela’s cell. There was no answer. She usually did not take it with her to Shyam’s as I remembered. Desperate, I called Shyam’s phone. That fucker did not answer either, probably on top of my naked wife. So I sent him a text saying his wife and son were here. And hoped he would see it in time.

In the car with his wife and son, I was worried but also a bit amused. I had sent Shyam a text message after the missed calls but if he was in the middle of banging my wife, chances were he might not see them until much later. It was very likely that we might walk in on him fucking a buck naked Bela. How would that situation unfold? It was funny to think of the possibilities for me.

Jagan pulled up outside Shyam’s house and we all got out. The house seemed calm but there was probably some raucous sex happening inside. Not much I could do I thought. Shyam’s wife rang the doorbell as Jagan unloaded all the luggage. There was no answer for a while. She rang it again. And again. Finally there was some movement inside.

Shyam opened the door and his eyes went wide with shock seeing us all there. He was in a vest, a pyjama, and was sweating a lot.

“Asha!! Abhi!!” he said, sounding on the verge of panic. “Sir!”

“Surprise, dad! We got an early train!” the son said, touching his father’s feet.

“Oh…how nice.” I saw Shyam quickly glance towards the bedroom in a way that suggested my wife might still be there. And most likely butt naked.

“Why are you so sweaty?” his wife said, crinkling her nose. Surely she could smell the sex on him like I could.

“Oh I was umm…taking a nap and the power had gone out.” he said, still standing at the door.

“Aren’t you going to let us in?” she said.

“Yes, yes, of course.” he reluctantly moved to the side as we all entered.

“Where should I put the bags?” Jagan asked.

“Just put them in the bedroom.” Asha said.

“No!! Just leave them here.” Shyam loudly said.

“Nonsense. It is so much luggage. Will get in the way. Put it there while I make tea for sir.” she said with a tone of finality as she headed to the kitchen.

“I’ll help.” I said and picked up a bag.

As my driver and I headed to the bedroom with the bags, I was wondering if he might end up being yet another guy to see my wife naked. When we entered though, it was empty. Or at least seemed empty. However the bed told a story. The sheets were crumpled and damp. And the room reeked of sex. I saw Jagan sniff a little. He stopped for a second but then headed out. I lingered and once he stepped out, I quickly bent down to check under the bed. In that sparsely furnished bedroom, that was the only place she could be in if she was still there.

And sure enough, there my shy wife was. Buck naked, curled up, sweaty, and clutching on to a red bra that Shyam had gifted her. Our eyes met. I smiled. She frowned.
“Sir…” I heard Asha’s voice.

I quickly straightened and ran out, not wanting her to enter and smell the room or the jig would be up.

“Yes, bhabhiji.” I said stopping her in the living room.

“How many sugars in your tea?”

“Umm…one…but why don’t we all just go out? You have had a long journey. You must be tired.” That was one way to rescue Bela. Get everyone out of the house and she could scamper back.

“No no, I won’t hear of it.” she said and walked to the kitchen. “Please sir, sit on the couch.”

I followed her, shrugging. I had tried to save my wife, but not much I could do anymore. Let the chips fall where they may, I thought. Shyam looked at me, tense, wondering if I had “caught” my wife in there. He still thought he was banging my wife without me knowing. I kept a poker face and started making small talk with his son.

“I’ll just…go put on a shirt.” he said and lumbered towards the bedroom.

I saw him look tense and thought maybe I should help him out.

“Let’s go the the kitchen and see if your mom needs any help.” I said to Abhi.

“Okay.” he said.

The kitchen was on the other side of the living room, which meant that it did not have a view of the bedroom door or the back door. It seemed like the most logical way for Shyam to smuggle my naked wife out out of his house.

So I stood in the kitchen making small talk with Asha and Abhi as the tea was made. A few minutes later, Shyam joined us, wearing a shirt and looking visibly relieved. And then five minutes later, the doorbell rang again. Shyam and I walked towards the door and he opened it.

“Oh bhabhiji!” he said, smiling.

And Bela walked in, fully dressed in a salwar kameez, but still a little sweaty. Thankfully it was a hot day, so it did not raise any suspicions.

Bela very convincingly lied about how she had noticed all the people next door and assumed Shyam’s family was here and so had come over to say hello. Introductions were made. More tea was made. And we all chatted and got to know each other like the colleagues and neighbors we were. I did get the sense though that the 18 year old son Abhi kept staring at Bela more than was normal.

The footage later told the full story. Shyam really had made the most of the last day. When we showed up was the third time he was pounding my wife that day. The first time had been as soon as she walked in the door wearing just the bra, splayed out on the dining table. The second time, she was on top riding him on the couch. It was funny seeing her shapely young naked body bouncing up and down on Shyam’s dark pudgy lump. She rode him hard, like I had taught her, until she came.

And the moment we rang the doorbell, he was banging her bent over the bed, lustily spanking her ass, pulling her hair, and grunting like a pig. He was wearing just his vest. It was the roughest I had seen him be and Bela’s ass was red with his spanks. He had just taken off her bra, which was a sign that he was about to cum, when the doorbell rang.

He stopped fucking her for a few seconds and said,

“Probably a salesman or postman. They’ll go away.”

But as I knew, the ringing had been insistent.

“I’ll just get rid of whoever it is.”

Bela had stayed bent over naked, breathing hard and looking like she was thoroughly enjoying the fucking so far. It was an erotic site, my wife’s upturned round creamy ass, parted thighs showing her wet cunt and her big tits still swaying a bit like pendulum. Then she heard him say out Asha, Abhi and Sir and she straightened in panic. She was at her wit’s end about what to do. The footage showed that she had crawled under the bed grabbing her bra just a couple of seconds before Jagan and I entered.

Later as I kept the mother and son busy in the kitchen, Shyam poked his head out to make sure the coast was clear. He quickly opened the back door and my wife, still buck naked and grabbing her bra, sprinted out of his house into the sunlight. She ran naked behind the house to our back door and entered our house. And then quickly got dressed and came over.

What she did not know and both Shyam and I had completely forgotten was that Jagan was still sitting in the car outside. And he got a great view of my gorgeous young wife running naked from her lover’s house to her husband’s house.