Turn around of shy wife

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Throwing herself at teenagers was not something the 40 year-old woman normally did. But yesterday had been different. It started with her leaving work early and watching through the back window of her house as her naked, blindfolded best friend lay across her son’s lap while he spanked her mercilessly. This was the very same best friend who had seduced Mukta into a lesbian encounter just last week. And it got worse when Rehana, still blindfolded, gave herself to two of Prasad’s friends, allowing them to completely have their way with her.

But the real problem was the jealousy that Mukta felt for Rehana, and the forbidden thoughts for her son that she couldn’t get out of her mind.

So to solve her problem, to satisfy the unfulfilled desire that burned in her veins, she’d taken advantage of a chance encounter with young Ganesh. After spending the night with him, surrendering herself completely to his every desire, she’d called in sick to work, borrowed something to wear, and started home. While the encounter had been immensely satisfying, it had not, unfortunately, lessened the yearnings she had for her son, or the jealousy she felt of her best friend.

Taking a deep breath, Mukta put the car in drive and pulled away from the curb, heading for home.


“Are you sure?” Rehana asked.

“As sure as I can be,” Prasad answered.

It was 7:30 that evening when Mukta stepped out to run a quick errand. Prasad wasted no time taking his story to Rehana, Mukta’s best friend and temporary housemate – not to mention his submissive lover.

“When she got home, she was wearing a Salwar Kameez,” Prasad explained. “Certainly not what she wore to work, and not the kind of garb you’d expect someone her own age to lend her I remember she wearing a saree when she went out.

“She was acting really nervous, which considering what she saw, isn’t too surprising. But she was, I don’t know, different somehow,” he said, searching for the right words.

“Yes,” Rehana said. “I noticed the same thing at dinner.”

“Anyway, she headed straight for the shower and stayed there quite a while,” Prasad explained. “I snuck into her room, intending to look through her purse for any ‘incriminating’ evidence, but I never got that far. I saw the kerchief lying inside out on the floor, with Ganesh’s name written across the inside of it.”

“But that doesn’t prove it was him,” Rehana interjected. “It could have been his father, or his mother, for that matter.”

“No,” Prasad responded. “I ran into Ganesh at the gym last week. He said his parents were in Ooty for two weeks.”

“Oh, my. It looks like we created a monster,” Rehana replied, a wry smile crossing her lips.

“Boy, would I love to have been a fly on the wall for that encounter,” Prasad said dreamily, finding it more and more difficult to see his mother in anything but a sexual context.


It was two nights later when Prasad and Rehana next discussed the matter. It had become increasingly apparent to both of them that Mukta was in the midst of an enormous personal struggle. She was always nervous around them, fidgeting with her fingers, never looking either of them in the eyes. Further, she was always finding excuses to get out of the house, sometimes for a few minutes, sometimes for a few hours.

But what struck Prasad most was the meekness, clearly not a trait he’d ever associated with his mother before. 

“If I didn’t know better,” Prasad said, “I’d swear she had feelings for me. Sexual feelings, I mean.”

Rehana looked at him, silent for a moment. “Trust me, she does,” she finally said. “Women can sense these things. Just like I can sense that you have feelings for her.”

For a moment neither spoke. Finally, without another word, Prasad turned and headed for his room.

It was several hours later, long after Mukta and Rehana had headed off to their separate bedrooms for the night, before Prasad finally left his room. He crept furtively to Rehana’s room, waking her carefully.Thirty minutes later, he was back to his own room, a smile on his face, and his plan firmly in place. Breakfast that Saturday morning had been an awkward affair, very little conversation and almost no eye contact. Even Prasad’s announcement of his plans to go to his buddy’s cabin for the remainder of the weekend met very little interrogation from his mom, just a meek acceptance. He departed shortly after breakfast, leaving the two women alone.

Mukta and Rehana spent the remainder of the morning avoiding each other. It was sometime in the early afternoon when Mukta headed out to do the weekly grocery shopping.

Rehana was in her room when Mukta returned. She listened as she brought in the groceries. It wasn’t until she heard her beginning to put everything away that she left her room, heading for the kitchen.

The women made brief eye contact before Mukta turned away. Rehana made no effort to help her friend, choosing instead to stand silently and watch as Mukta scurried about the kitchen. Only once did Mukta stop what she was doing to look at Rehana questioningly. When Mukta just stood there, staring, Rehana quickly went back about her business.