30-12-2018, 01:09 PM
But only for a few seconds. She jumped up, ran to the back of the swing, and put her t-shirt on. The bra was still in her hand. I stayed silent, looking at her. She looked at me. It was an odd expression. It was part scowl and part smile. Her chest was heaving. That moment lasted for several seconds.
"Let's go inside and fuck." she finally went full smile.
"Gladly!"
That night we had Jamaica style sex once again. Shama was clearly aroused by my exposing her outdoors. She was passionate, vocal, aggressive, and came hard. Very different from our usual staid missionary sex.
This second attempt was not the smashing success I had hoped for, but it at least confirmed my suspicions that Shama liked kinky exhibitionist stuff. Her orthodox upbringing and social norms stopped her from indulging any further. But clearly, the desire was there.
I kept thinking about how to test her limits further. I didn't want to spook her or upset her. And I sure as hell didn't want to do anything that would affect our son. But the devil inside me kept thinking about what more I could do.
Much like that time in Jamaica, the next incident involved serendipity. Well, not exactly, because I did engineer things somewhat. But the circumstances arose without my planning for them.
It was a Saturday. We dropped off Abhi at a baseball camp in the morning and came home. I had a bunch of work related conference calls lined up. Shama was going to do some cleaning, other chores, and so on.
"Parth, I just remembered. Marcus will be coming by for his payment. Do you have cash?" Shama asked me as we entered the house.
"I might have some cash. I'll need to check. When is he coming? If we don't have enough, I can go get it from the ATM."
Marcus was a young black guy a couple of years out of high school who tended to our yards and a lot of our neighbors' yards. He cleaned the leaves, mowed the grass, did some gardening, and suchlike a couple of times a week.
"He usually comes in the afternoon." Shama said. "How long will your calls last?"
"Should probably be done by 4 or so."
"Okay, if he comes when you're on the call, just send him to me in the back and I'll pay him. I am pretty sure I have enough cash in my purse."
"Cool."
Very benign, right? This guy who worked on our yards coming by to pick up his monthly payment like always. I didn't really think much about it then.
Shama got busy with her chores in the back and I got on my conference calls. The morning passed by slowly. A couple of hours later, I was right in the middle of the call when the doorbell rang.
I told my colleagues I needed to step away, took off my headphones and answered the door.
"Hey Marcus, how are you?"
"Hi sir, sorry I'm early. Need to head out to Tampa for a football game in a bit. Any way I could get my money right now?" he said.
"Yeah, just gimme a second." I said and walked back to check my wallet.
I did have enough cash to give him. Just as I was about to take it out and give it to Marcus, I heard a familiar mechanical grinding sound. It was our treadmill in the back room. Shama was exercising. Wait...Shama was on the treadmill? She usually ran 5 miles on it, then took a long soak in the bath. Bath...Jamaica...the gears in my head started turning. Could I? Should I?
"Marcus, I'm afraid I don't have enough cash." I turned around and said.
"That's okay, sir. I came early. I'll just get it next week." he smiled and said, taking a step back from the door.
I looked at him. It was remarkable how similar he was to that resort guy. Young, black, and skinny. He was also a very nice and genial guy who wouldn't hurt a fly. He was the perfect guinea pig. The devil on my left shoulder formulated a plan on impulse.
"Can you maybe come back in a bit? My wife might have the cash but she's busy."
"Yeah, sure, I'll just go collect from the other houses in the meantime and circle back in about half an hour." he smiled and walked away.
Holy fuck, was I really going to this? Would it work? Maybe the timing will be off. Well, I decided to try anyway.
I went back to my conference call and told them I needed to step away for a while. And I logged off. I then softly walked to the back of the house. I could hear the treadmill still grinding away. I went into our bedroom where we had stashed the nannycam we had used in the past with new babysitters for Abhi. I quickly plugged it in and positioned it in the corner, out of sight.
I went back to the living room and checked that the cam was transmitting. It was. I put my headphones on and turned the laptop around to face me. And I sat there staring at the screen for a good ten minutes or so. My heart was thumping. Was I really doing this? Why was I doing this? What's wrong with me? I kept thinking about that when I saw some movement on the screen.
The treadmill noise had stopped. The screen showed a glimpse of Shama walking by. I minimized the screen and opened the conference app and stared at it.
"Parth, I'm going to take a bath." Shama came to the edge of the living room and said.
I had the headphones on but could hear her clearly. I didn't look back.
"Parth?" she said again.
"Yes yes, Michael, we should definitely revisit the specifications in the next meeting. Yes, I agree. Yes, absolutely." I was just saying random stuff to make Shama think I was still in a call.
I heard her say "Parth" again softly and then she turned around and walked away, assuming that I was engrossed with the call and couldn't hear her. Perfect! Exactly what I wanted.
The next fifteen minutes were excruciating. I kept struggling with myself. On one hand, I felt guilty for the ruse and the set-up. On the other hand, I was very curious to test my wife's limits. And told myself that the nannycam feed meant that I could step in and stop anything that got out of hand. I watched Shama strip off her sweaty workout clothes and get in the bathtub in the bathroom attached to our bedroom. She started the water and laid back, looking happy with the endorphin rush she had just gotten. I stared at my gorgeous naked wife and had second thoughts about what I was about to orchestrate.
The doorbell rang just then. With my heart pounding, I answered it. Marcus' genial smile greeted me.
"Hi Mr. Garg, you asked me to come back?"
I had just seen my wife naked in our bathtub, with the door open. I had enough cash to pay him. I could have ended it right there. But I was the asshole who wanted to keep testing her limits.
"Right right" I said, touching my headphone. "I'm on a work call. Just go to the back. My wife has the money."
He nodded and started walking down the hallway. This was it.
I ran back to my laptop and checked the feed. It was still transmitting, showing Shama naked in the bathtub with her eyes closed and the door wide open. Marcus came into view.
"Mizz Shama?"
He said as he walked into the bedroom. And his eyes fell on my naked wife.
I expected her to scream and react like she had with the guy at the resort. But she had actually dozed off like she often did when taking baths. Sitting there buck naked in the bathtub, my wife was asleep. As this young black guy saw her and slowly approached her.
Marcus's expressions were a show in themselves. He walked in the door, saw my wife, and his eyes went wide. He took a couple of steps back. And then stopped. I saw him fidget with his pants as he looked around. Then he stepped back to the hallway and leaned back, as if to make sure I was still busy. And then he slowly walked into the bathroom.
"Mizz Shama?" he whispered as he rubbed the crotch of his jeans.
Shama was evidently still asleep. I could even hear a light snoring sound through the nannycam.
Marcus seemed torn. He had just stumbled upon a naked hot woman in a bathtub. He was clearly aroused. At the same time, it was a woman he knew for a while. And her husband was just down the hall. So it's not like he could jump in and start pounding her. Not that he would have anyway. He was a thoroughly decent and nice guy.
The young man did what most young men would do. He saw her magnificent tits, got fascinated by them, and reached out to touch one under the water.
"AAA!! AAAA!!" Shama awoke with a violent start.
"Sorry sorry" Marcus stepped away, his hands dripping with water.
"What the fuck, Marcus?" she said, again covering her boobs and her pussy.
"Sorry mizz, sorry." Marcus turned away completely.
This time, Shama didn't dither. She got up from the tub and reached for her robe and instantly put it on.
"What are you doing in here, Marcus?" she asked frowning, completely covered in the robe.
"Sorry, your husband said I should come to you for the money. He said he didn't have cash. I only came for the money. He told me to go in the back. I swear. I swear. I am not here to...you know...I am sorry.." he yammered as he turned around.
Hands folded over her chest, she listened to him an her expression softened. She believed the story because, well, it was believable and true. I had worked hard to make it happen.
"Okay okay, stop blabbering." she held up her hand. "I believe you. I did ask Parth to send you to me for the money. I just thought you would come a lot later. So I was in the tub."
I watched on the webcam as Marcus stood there, his hands clasped together, but his pants crotch still bulging.
"How long were you there?" Shama asked as she rifled through her purse.
"Excuse me?"
"How long were you watching me before you decided to grope me?" she turned around and asked.
"Sorry mizz, just a few seconds. I was just trying to...wake you up." the kid wasn't great at lying.
"And you decided to grab my breasts to wake me up?" she said in a stern voice.
"Sorry...you're so beautiful. I couldn't resist, mizz. I am sorry."
She took the money out and turned to face him. His hands were still over his crotch.
"Make that go away." she pointed to the sizeable bulge as he took the cash and slipped it in his pocket.
"I'm trying to." she said sadly.
"I'm serious. If my husband sees you walk by with that, he will lose his mind."
"I am trying, mizz. Thinking of everything that makes boners go away. Baseball, sandwiches, Trump...hehe." he giggled.
"Hehe." Shama laughed.
There was an awkward pause for about a minute as the two waited. But the bulge wouldn't get smaller. Shama looked annoyed and kept looking at the door for me.
"Marcus, why don't you go in the bathroom and just...you know...make it go away more actively?"
"Okay mizz."
As the young kid walked to the bathroom and shut the door, Shama started tiptoeing out towards my direction. On cue, I minimized the screen and started talking loudly as if I was arguing with a colleague about something or the other. She stood there for a few seconds, as if to make sure I was busy in the call and would be busy for a while. Then she walked back to the bedroom. And knocked on the bathroom door.
"Let's go inside and fuck." she finally went full smile.
"Gladly!"
That night we had Jamaica style sex once again. Shama was clearly aroused by my exposing her outdoors. She was passionate, vocal, aggressive, and came hard. Very different from our usual staid missionary sex.
This second attempt was not the smashing success I had hoped for, but it at least confirmed my suspicions that Shama liked kinky exhibitionist stuff. Her orthodox upbringing and social norms stopped her from indulging any further. But clearly, the desire was there.
I kept thinking about how to test her limits further. I didn't want to spook her or upset her. And I sure as hell didn't want to do anything that would affect our son. But the devil inside me kept thinking about what more I could do.
Much like that time in Jamaica, the next incident involved serendipity. Well, not exactly, because I did engineer things somewhat. But the circumstances arose without my planning for them.
It was a Saturday. We dropped off Abhi at a baseball camp in the morning and came home. I had a bunch of work related conference calls lined up. Shama was going to do some cleaning, other chores, and so on.
"Parth, I just remembered. Marcus will be coming by for his payment. Do you have cash?" Shama asked me as we entered the house.
"I might have some cash. I'll need to check. When is he coming? If we don't have enough, I can go get it from the ATM."
Marcus was a young black guy a couple of years out of high school who tended to our yards and a lot of our neighbors' yards. He cleaned the leaves, mowed the grass, did some gardening, and suchlike a couple of times a week.
"He usually comes in the afternoon." Shama said. "How long will your calls last?"
"Should probably be done by 4 or so."
"Okay, if he comes when you're on the call, just send him to me in the back and I'll pay him. I am pretty sure I have enough cash in my purse."
"Cool."
Very benign, right? This guy who worked on our yards coming by to pick up his monthly payment like always. I didn't really think much about it then.
Shama got busy with her chores in the back and I got on my conference calls. The morning passed by slowly. A couple of hours later, I was right in the middle of the call when the doorbell rang.
I told my colleagues I needed to step away, took off my headphones and answered the door.
"Hey Marcus, how are you?"
"Hi sir, sorry I'm early. Need to head out to Tampa for a football game in a bit. Any way I could get my money right now?" he said.
"Yeah, just gimme a second." I said and walked back to check my wallet.
I did have enough cash to give him. Just as I was about to take it out and give it to Marcus, I heard a familiar mechanical grinding sound. It was our treadmill in the back room. Shama was exercising. Wait...Shama was on the treadmill? She usually ran 5 miles on it, then took a long soak in the bath. Bath...Jamaica...the gears in my head started turning. Could I? Should I?
"Marcus, I'm afraid I don't have enough cash." I turned around and said.
"That's okay, sir. I came early. I'll just get it next week." he smiled and said, taking a step back from the door.
I looked at him. It was remarkable how similar he was to that resort guy. Young, black, and skinny. He was also a very nice and genial guy who wouldn't hurt a fly. He was the perfect guinea pig. The devil on my left shoulder formulated a plan on impulse.
"Can you maybe come back in a bit? My wife might have the cash but she's busy."
"Yeah, sure, I'll just go collect from the other houses in the meantime and circle back in about half an hour." he smiled and walked away.
Holy fuck, was I really going to this? Would it work? Maybe the timing will be off. Well, I decided to try anyway.
I went back to my conference call and told them I needed to step away for a while. And I logged off. I then softly walked to the back of the house. I could hear the treadmill still grinding away. I went into our bedroom where we had stashed the nannycam we had used in the past with new babysitters for Abhi. I quickly plugged it in and positioned it in the corner, out of sight.
I went back to the living room and checked that the cam was transmitting. It was. I put my headphones on and turned the laptop around to face me. And I sat there staring at the screen for a good ten minutes or so. My heart was thumping. Was I really doing this? Why was I doing this? What's wrong with me? I kept thinking about that when I saw some movement on the screen.
The treadmill noise had stopped. The screen showed a glimpse of Shama walking by. I minimized the screen and opened the conference app and stared at it.
"Parth, I'm going to take a bath." Shama came to the edge of the living room and said.
I had the headphones on but could hear her clearly. I didn't look back.
"Parth?" she said again.
"Yes yes, Michael, we should definitely revisit the specifications in the next meeting. Yes, I agree. Yes, absolutely." I was just saying random stuff to make Shama think I was still in a call.
I heard her say "Parth" again softly and then she turned around and walked away, assuming that I was engrossed with the call and couldn't hear her. Perfect! Exactly what I wanted.
The next fifteen minutes were excruciating. I kept struggling with myself. On one hand, I felt guilty for the ruse and the set-up. On the other hand, I was very curious to test my wife's limits. And told myself that the nannycam feed meant that I could step in and stop anything that got out of hand. I watched Shama strip off her sweaty workout clothes and get in the bathtub in the bathroom attached to our bedroom. She started the water and laid back, looking happy with the endorphin rush she had just gotten. I stared at my gorgeous naked wife and had second thoughts about what I was about to orchestrate.
The doorbell rang just then. With my heart pounding, I answered it. Marcus' genial smile greeted me.
"Hi Mr. Garg, you asked me to come back?"
I had just seen my wife naked in our bathtub, with the door open. I had enough cash to pay him. I could have ended it right there. But I was the asshole who wanted to keep testing her limits.
"Right right" I said, touching my headphone. "I'm on a work call. Just go to the back. My wife has the money."
He nodded and started walking down the hallway. This was it.
I ran back to my laptop and checked the feed. It was still transmitting, showing Shama naked in the bathtub with her eyes closed and the door wide open. Marcus came into view.
"Mizz Shama?"
He said as he walked into the bedroom. And his eyes fell on my naked wife.
I expected her to scream and react like she had with the guy at the resort. But she had actually dozed off like she often did when taking baths. Sitting there buck naked in the bathtub, my wife was asleep. As this young black guy saw her and slowly approached her.
Marcus's expressions were a show in themselves. He walked in the door, saw my wife, and his eyes went wide. He took a couple of steps back. And then stopped. I saw him fidget with his pants as he looked around. Then he stepped back to the hallway and leaned back, as if to make sure I was still busy. And then he slowly walked into the bathroom.
"Mizz Shama?" he whispered as he rubbed the crotch of his jeans.
Shama was evidently still asleep. I could even hear a light snoring sound through the nannycam.
Marcus seemed torn. He had just stumbled upon a naked hot woman in a bathtub. He was clearly aroused. At the same time, it was a woman he knew for a while. And her husband was just down the hall. So it's not like he could jump in and start pounding her. Not that he would have anyway. He was a thoroughly decent and nice guy.
The young man did what most young men would do. He saw her magnificent tits, got fascinated by them, and reached out to touch one under the water.
"AAA!! AAAA!!" Shama awoke with a violent start.
"Sorry sorry" Marcus stepped away, his hands dripping with water.
"What the fuck, Marcus?" she said, again covering her boobs and her pussy.
"Sorry mizz, sorry." Marcus turned away completely.
This time, Shama didn't dither. She got up from the tub and reached for her robe and instantly put it on.
"What are you doing in here, Marcus?" she asked frowning, completely covered in the robe.
"Sorry, your husband said I should come to you for the money. He said he didn't have cash. I only came for the money. He told me to go in the back. I swear. I swear. I am not here to...you know...I am sorry.." he yammered as he turned around.
Hands folded over her chest, she listened to him an her expression softened. She believed the story because, well, it was believable and true. I had worked hard to make it happen.
"Okay okay, stop blabbering." she held up her hand. "I believe you. I did ask Parth to send you to me for the money. I just thought you would come a lot later. So I was in the tub."
I watched on the webcam as Marcus stood there, his hands clasped together, but his pants crotch still bulging.
"How long were you there?" Shama asked as she rifled through her purse.
"Excuse me?"
"How long were you watching me before you decided to grope me?" she turned around and asked.
"Sorry mizz, just a few seconds. I was just trying to...wake you up." the kid wasn't great at lying.
"And you decided to grab my breasts to wake me up?" she said in a stern voice.
"Sorry...you're so beautiful. I couldn't resist, mizz. I am sorry."
She took the money out and turned to face him. His hands were still over his crotch.
"Make that go away." she pointed to the sizeable bulge as he took the cash and slipped it in his pocket.
"I'm trying to." she said sadly.
"I'm serious. If my husband sees you walk by with that, he will lose his mind."
"I am trying, mizz. Thinking of everything that makes boners go away. Baseball, sandwiches, Trump...hehe." he giggled.
"Hehe." Shama laughed.
There was an awkward pause for about a minute as the two waited. But the bulge wouldn't get smaller. Shama looked annoyed and kept looking at the door for me.
"Marcus, why don't you go in the bathroom and just...you know...make it go away more actively?"
"Okay mizz."
As the young kid walked to the bathroom and shut the door, Shama started tiptoeing out towards my direction. On cue, I minimized the screen and started talking loudly as if I was arguing with a colleague about something or the other. She stood there for a few seconds, as if to make sure I was busy in the call and would be busy for a while. Then she walked back to the bedroom. And knocked on the bathroom door.
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