Adultery Husband And His Erections – Part 1

[unknown writer]

Hi readers, I am rakesh, married recently to a beautiful  girl Gayathri Devi. I work at an MNC . We are financially well-settled. Gayathri is a homemaker and she turned out to be very obedient and faithful. Never she had raised her voice over my silly mistakes.
Till a few months into our marriage, we had great moments during our honeymoon and we didn’t plan kids at that point. As months passed by, I was slowly bothered by my parents to give them a grandchild since they knew me and my college friend Anup got married at the same time and now his wife is 5 months pregnant. I was under a lot of pressure and my wife was not so happy about our sex life for a few weeks.
A day came when she raised her voice to ask what was going on with my weak erections. I said it was the pressure from work. The new role was very demanding and constant pressure from parents to have kids was far pushing.
I asked her if should we consult a doctor. She said it was not necessary since she knew what I was capable of in bed during our early marriage days. Then she asked me was there any requests from me on how she should get ready or what preferences I had so that the erections are strong. I said nothing was on my mind right now but said I will take some time to research how to get back healthy relationship back.
Later that week when my wife was at her mother’s place for the holidays, I started thinking about how can I overcome my problem. I started reading articles on how to have sex urges back to normal.
Most of the stories I come across were stories about men having affairs and sexual relationships with other girls, maids, and neighbors. Which would eventually cause a weak interest in the wife. But I was not into any of those.
In the next article, I saw the title, “Helping my cuckold husband.” I didn’t understand the meaning and ignored it initially. A week passed but nothing was promising. Some articles said seeing porn during intercourse will only help ejaculate but not with erection. I ran out of options and I called Gayathri to say hi. I explained to her what I researched and she was shy to comment on those but was able to understand my pain.
Gayathri came back from the holidays. As usual, I went to the office. I got a call from my wife asking what the password of my personal computer was as she wanted to research a bit more from where I left off. I gave the password, “lovely wife”. She blushed and hung up the phone.
When I reached home, Gayathri welcomed me with a big smile saying that she might have found a solution to our problem. But she was not sure about it. She said that if we try to have sex in some new places, it might help especially with the idea of not being alone while doing sex.
I was confused about what was suggested here. My wife told me if we had sex in some places like motels and relatives’ bedrooms, my conscious mind would only think of getting caught instead of other unnecessary work-related thoughts.
The trick she suggested might work or might not work but listening to it made me a bit hot! To my surprise, we were invited to my friend’s place that night for dinner and Gayathri had her plan to execute the mission of “sex while thinking of getting caught” the same night.
Since there was a plan to have sex at a friend’s place, Gayathri wore a sexy saree. It was a lightweight silk multi-colored floral saree and complimenting dark blue blouse with a medium opening at back with a thread. I don’t remember her wearing this saree from her wardrobe after marriage. My wife looked stunning, maybe because of the weight she gained. The blouse is slightly tight enough to push her bust up a bit.
We reached the friend’s place. Intentionally, Gayathri kept chatting with the friend late at night and finished dinner. This led us to do a sleepover at my friend’s place.
After we left to sleep in the guest bedroom, my wife asked me, “Are you ready for what we discussed this morning?”
I said, “Let’s begin.” But the excitement didn’t last long, my penis was like jello in the middle of the act and I had to give up. Gayathri was upset and I laid back on the bed with covered sheets.
My wife was then adjusting her saree. She had to button up the back of her blouse for which she needed my help. First, I helped with the bra, it was a white floral bra 34DD in size. While I was about to hook her blouse, I suddenly heard someone fall on the floor outside the door.
I was in no proper dress to quickly jump out to see what happened. I stayed back asking Gayathri to check. But before I hooked any of the blouse buttons, Gayathri quickly wrapped her saree around the unhooked blouse and opened the door. It was my friend who stepped on a slippery tile and hurt himself.
His wife and my wife helped him to stand up again. For some reason, I got my erection full on! This might be of only one reason if I am correct. The idea of my wife being partially dressed or say unbuttoned a bit around a friend gave me this erection and to be honest, it was hard and not going away!
When Gayathri returned to the room explaining about the incident, I showed her my erection and quickly, we were on cloud 9 for the next hour enjoying the sex.
Gayathri: What’s the matter? How come your erection lasted long? What changed during my absence from the room for a while? What was going through your mind?
Me: Gayathri, it’s tough to explain. Let me tell you tomorrow.

[raasug]

Hi readers, I am rakesh, married recently to a beautiful  girl Gayathri Devi.

.....  unbuttoned a bit around a friend gave me this erection and to be honest, it was hard and not going away!
When Gayathri returned to the room explaining about the incident, I showed her my erection and quickly, we were on cloud 9 for the next hour enjoying the sex.
Gayathri: What’s the matter? How come your erection lasted long? What changed during my absence from the room for a while? What was going through your mind?
Me: Gayathri, it’s tough to explain. Let me tell you tomorrow.

Great ! The idea that there are competitors for the husband to take care of his  wife, made the husband to perform and win over his competitors, creates miracles ! 

Please continue the story !

[Projectmp]

Nice start

[sri7869]

Good start

[unknown writer]

Husband And His Erections – Part 2 (Cuckold Proof)
The next day morning, we reached home and my wife Gayathri asked what is the thought I had in my mind which gave me a hard boner last night. I said it was actually she and the way she went out to help out my friend.

My wife was thinking for a while about what she had done differently other than helping her friend. Gayathri asked me, “Please, can you help me understand the situation again?”

I said, “You left the room with your blouse unbuttoned from the back and you had not even tied the thread, it was just covered by the saree. It was kind of a daring step you took, not thinking about the implications if something went wrong.”

She asked me, “What would have gone wrong?”

“What will happen if your saree accidentally slips and your back is seen by our friend?” I replied. With this question, Gayathri’s face turned red and said, “You pervert! This is about the cuckold husband story I read over the internet, isn’t it? Knowingly or unknowingly, you became a cuckold too,” she said.

I had no clue what she meant by that.

“Gayathri, please help me understand what a cuckold means,” I asked her.

“Wait, let me show you, but this is the last time I am going to demonstrate it to you,” and saying that, my wife went inside the bedroom, and changed herself into a nighty. It was a light purple color nighty with lace stitching around the neck area and a regular towel acting as chunni. This was normal wear for her and I asked her what was new about this. She said, “Wait, I will prove your cuckold-ness in a moment.”

After a few minutes, the doorbell rang and it was our milkman. Gayathri said, “Now, watch carefully” and lifted her nighty and removed her panty and placed it in my hand. I said, “What is wrong with you?”

She approached the door, turned toward me, threw her towel on me and unbuttoned the first button of her nighty. That would almost show my wife’s cleavage line and if she bends a little, her melons will definitely hang freely. I was not sure if she was wearing a bra at this point because she didn’t turn to my side.

She opened the door and asked the milkman to wait until she brings the milk vessel. The milkman was staring at my wife’s boobs as if he had never seen even his own wife’s boobs. He was not even blinking his eye.

My wife noticed his stare and quickly held the revealing cleavage with her hand and slightly closed the door and came toward me. She placed her hand on my penis. She said, “See, it is already burning hot and raging for my pussy.” She said, “This is what a cuckold means. In layman’s language, exposing or letting your wife or girlfriend be enjoyed by a stranger or friend is a cuckold husband and here you are, a dumb cuckold.”

This time, my wife took her panty from my hand and went inside the kitchen and finished taking the milk from the milkman’s vessel. She came back and gave back the vessel to the milkman and closed the door. She then asked me to come to the bedroom since she was turned on by this incident!

I reached the bedroom and hugged her and gave her a kiss on her forehead. I noticed that my wife’s breasts were soft and pressing to my body strongly while we hugged. I realized that she was not wearing a bra and asked her.

“Did you just answer the milkman’s call without wearing a bra and panty?”

She was blushing and said it was her intention only to prove I was a cuckold and not to expose herself.

We had hard sex early morning and I was impressed and worried by the way my wife explained cuckold-ness to me. And it actually was true that I was a cuckold.

I researched a bit more on the term and found that cuckold was different from what I was experiencing. Cuckolds will only have a boner if their partner was fucked by others. While in my case, I was able to perform sex by just the thought of my wife secretly exposing to strangers.

I clearly explained my issue to my wife along with the videos from the internet about how a cuckold guy will behave. My wife was patient. She listened to everything I said to her and understood my situation. Finally, she asked me how she can help me.

I asked her if she would be my partner in crimes and that too, in any kind of situation so that I could overcome my problem. She said, “I am your wife and you have every right to ask any kind of sexual favors from me that does not cross any boundaries and spoils the prestige of our family. As we are born and bought up in Iyer families, my only request is to not do anything stupid that can cause issues within our families.”

I promised her that I will only ask for some favors just to spice up our sex life. Other than that, we will lead a normal life like others. She said, “Anything for you, baby.”

With those words, I got a tiny boner again and asked her to take time to think through the issues we might face if get caught by any known people. Also, I asked my wife to be proactive in coming up with new ideas.

To be continued.

I hope you enjoyed this part. Many more parts to come. Please leave your feedback at rtrakesh88;

[unknown writer]

Great ! The idea that there are competitors for the husband to take care of his  wife, made the husband to perform and win over his competitors, creates miracles ! 

Please continue the story !

sure tq for comment

[Hornytamilan23]

The premise is promising, without wasting anytime you went into action.

No unwanted buildups or teasing.

Thats good. Fast paced, with just two episodes you made it clear what to expect.

Keep giving regular and planned updates

[Gajakidost]

very understanding wife he thinks, but he will pay the price when he father a bastard child.

[jack32]

A different story from the usual, every incident should be little brief like this milkman incident was little short in my view, and regular updates will only keep up this story without long delays.

Please go on.....

[unknown writer]

Husband And His Erections – Part 3 (Exposing At Party)

I and my wife Gayathri definitely had an open-minded discussion last week. And to my luck, she was well-behaved and patient during the entire process of finding my issue with erections. I was able to convince Gayathri to an extent where at least she was ready to listen to my confessions and agreed to do some relatively safe flaunts and not too shady ones.
At this point, even I was not sure what were safe and yet erotic things that I might ask her to do. Time would tell how things might turn out. Honestly, my wife’s demonstration to me fooling and parading around the milkman without panties underneath and unbuttoned nighty, was the epic scene that a male pervert would ever imagine from a traditional wife. I should be either a very lucky person or a very bad loser for this erotic finding.
Diagnosing my sloppy wiener’s (penis) crazy behavior would be a great pain if we consulted a doctor. It would have taken forever and I might have ended up using pills for the rest of my sexual life.
All this happened over two weeks. In these two weeks, I was able to perform thrice compared to the once-in-a-month sex we had, that too, with enhancing pills I secretly bought. I blamed myself for this issue I was facing. Let me give my background on why I ended up losing erections. Like every other man, I did masturbate from my teenage. I got addicted to it.
To give you a perspective of the frequency, you won’t believe, I would empty my balls for every chance I get to spend some time alone.
Did I stop doing it now, no? Even after the marriage, it was the same case long hours shagging in the bathrooms and being unable to get erections while I needed it in bed.
All those times while shagging, I would imagine my neighbors’ and friends’ hot moms exposing upon my request to show their cleavage and showing ass to me. It was because I saw them cleaning the front yards of their homes in night dresses, showing cleavages and ass views.
Now, there was a catch to this. I would only imagine one person at a time obeying my requests – one shag for cleavage, another for striptease, allowing groping and eventually sex.
Each request required some private place. Let it be my bedroom where I sleep alone or during bath time. Like this, I shagged four times a day for each imaginative MILFS I came across.
This was happening without any practical experience in bed for years. My penis got used to the imagination and different persons, although I occasionally masturbate now because of the lack of privacy at home while married. I still do it. But I would imagine my friends’ wives now.
This was the reason I lost interest during the actual act with Gayathri because of the complicated assumptions I made in my mind. But the last two weeks were different. My erections were at full scale, but the main character in my imagination during sex was my lovely wife Gayathri Iyer doing all sorts of naughty things around strangers.
I was hundred percent sure any young stud or old boomer uncle would have an urge to at least try to make eye contact with Gayathri while she was out for some work. Some of my friends, shop keepers, and helper boys were always ready to help her with all sorts of unnecessary things such as carrying groceries or bringing some heavy items from the market even if she didn’t need help. You know why they do all these despite Gayathri always saying big ‘NO’ to their requests. They were doing it just to make conversation with her and get to know more about her.
Luckily, I was glad she never encouraged any of them because she was loyal to me and in the same way I was loyal to her. But I shagged for all her friends too later in the night, imagining all sorts of my naughty requests in mind because my mind was an imaginative pervert.
After the two weeks of exotic frenzy I and Gayathri had, whenever colleagues at work asked me how are you and how is your wife doing, I answered, “Yes, we are good.” But in my mind, I was like, “Yes, I am fantastic and my wife is sexier and bolder than usual from the last time you saw her.” But I couldn’t open up like that not yet at least.
Let me tell you why they ask how my wife is doing even though they had hardly met her once at our marriage reception. They were leering at her right in front of me and trying to give a handshake to her as part of their congratulations.
Why they would do all these is because she was very beautiful. Gayathri is 5 feet 5 inches tall and is around 58 kg. She is very attractive in either sarees or salwar kameez. Her bust is very attractive with a 36D size. But she prefers 36C size bras to hold the boobs firm and high. She has a sculpted ass just like a ripen peach fruit. She always does her waxing to keep everything smooth and moist in her skin very well which will bring a glow to her fair skin.
If she blushes or feels shy, her cheeks would become rosy pink and her eyes are always pleasing. Her face is oval and had beautiful lips always with the appropriate lipstick color which stands out. Also, she always puts a bindi on her forehead which would look sexier as fuck. Overall, she is a traditional spotless beauty.
Anything she carries on her body is just for enhancing her beauty. Believe me, since I know if she stands butt naked in front of a lady, they can’t stand a chance. They will have a wet patch on their panty too. I am trying to say that they will be jealous of her perfect body. By the way, she does have a nose piercing with a shiny diamond stud that I presented to her.
She is in this toned shape because she does all the housework and also had a treadmill at home which she uses occasionally. I know it’s hard to believe the perfect sizes and beauty I explained here. But why can’t an Iyer family boy working in an MNC and hailing from an upper-middle-class family marry such beauty around Iyer families?
It’s not like Gayathri’s family is poor that they had to marry her to me. We met through a common friend of my dad’s and FIL’s family gathering and the alliance was set there she agreed to marry me because I am also handsome and flirty.
While I was coming back from office on Monday, I doubted in my mind did she answer the milkman’s call the same as she did before or if she did not. The only way I could find was to reach home and ask her.
I quickly reached home and rang the doorbell. Gayathri was now in a different nightly. But all buttons were intact and to my curiosity, I hugged her and felt the boobs by giving a grab to them just to see if she had a bra or not. She didn’t have it. And I didn’t check panties though since she said –
Gayathri: Hello husband, please calm down. I do have it, don’t worry.
She noticed my anxiety and said: Look dear, how could you expect me to do the same I did last week without your presence?
And she also said she was not that self-stimulated to do exposing to strangers.
I kissed and said: I was only hugging you nothing else (I pretended).
She was clever and won’t believe my words.
Gayathri: Please dear, no more games of that sort.
And she said she informed the milkman not to bring milk anymore. I was shocked to learn that she was just backing off from our deal which we made a day back.
Then I left the conversation with a huge disappointment. I had my bath and went on to watch TV. She bought me food and was trying to feed me. I was not in the mood to eat after all my excitement was turned into ashes that she won’t co-operate any further.
My behavior was erratic. I won’t yell yet her or show signs of anger at her. But I was feeling lost all the time. This happened for two days.
On Thursday morning for the first time to help her understand my situation, I said: Ok let’s get inside the bedroom and have fun.
Even though I was getting late for office. We went inside the bedroom and stripped off each other’s clothes. Yes, I did get an erection, but as usual, it was sloppy in a minute.
Then I asked Gayathri to do something to make it harder. She said: As a female, I am in my most vulnerable state just fully naked in front of you. And you know I am very well-built and good-looking. If this does not make it harder what else I can do?
Me: Ok Gayathri just answer one thing. Why did you tell the milkman to stop coming? After a long time, I had my fullest erections. I was happy and thought my sex life is getting better. You just ruined the harmless fun I am having. Can you explain why you did that even though we had a deal to have fun with strangers?
Gayathri: raki baby you are right. I had to do it because I was scared. I mean when you left for the office the milkman arrived as usual. But he also brought one more person with him on the bike. And for a while milkman was standing at the doorstep trying to get a peek at my neckline.
Gayathri: All the time another person on the bike was checking on me by moving side to side so that he might get some glance. At that moment, I was not at all trying to fool the milkman. But still, they were expecting something from me. That was when I decided not to do it anymore.
Me: Oh my poor wife, come here. Sorry for not asking why would you suddenly behave like this that makes sense. Please tell all these things to me as they happen. These are the ones that make me hornier.
Gayathri: Wait a minute raki, all this time while I am explaining my experience, you are imagining something else right? Why is your penis erect now?
Me: See Gayathri that’s the catch here, even though you didn’t do any move. The milkman was eager to have a second good look at you and also bringing his buddy along with him is an exotic feeling for me. I mean look at this raging boner, won’t this excite you?
Gayathri: Yes it does, but it’s creepy to think that boner is for an imaginative feeling instead of me actually causing it.
Me: Gayathri I know this is weird. But look at the positive side to this, small efforts make huge differences in our lives.
Gayathri: You sound very comfortable parading me around strangers while I am scared to death thinking of backfiring.
Me: What is the worry about dear? What you said is right we have to think through the situations and make our move just to avoid embarrassment. Are you still in the game Gayathri?
She said she was not sure and asked what would happen if someone knew that she was willingly exposing for others to see and came back again and again since they knew our place.
Me: Oh wait, Gayathri, who asked you to willingly expose? We have to make them accidental. After all who is asking you to do all this? Your husband. And why would you worry about it? I am the one who needs to be more careful after what I ask you to do. If you love me and really believe in me, make a promise that you will help me get my erections back for the erotic stuff I ask for.
Gayathri thought for a while and said, She would do things that bring no harm. And she should have the last saying whether she would do it or not in certain situations. All the outcomes of such situations should be well planned without causing disturbance to their normal life.
Me: Oh Gayathri, finally thank you. With those words, I am relieved.
And had a beautiful time having sex with her that morning and left for the office. Now that the game is on, I quickly needed to come up with ideas. In the office, I hardly worked for an hour or two and spent the rest of the time carefully designing the situations I wanted Gayathri to do.
After so many crazy thoughts which might be level 4 exhibitionism and a definite no from her, I had one level 1 idea which would just put men in an uneasy state. But still would look genuine without raising doubts.
It was a birthday party for a friend’s son. I wanted to return a favor to my friend because his wife gave me multiple boners while I attended some of their parties.
Then I went home and told Gayathri about this Saturday’s birthday party plan.
I said: I am excited about this party.
I told her to open her wardrobe and put all sarees out on the bed and their blouses too.
Almost all the sarees had matching blouses and all had good thick fabric linings in the blouses.
Then I asked Gayathri: Do you have any little transparent blouse?
She asked: Why?
This was the first ask from me since our conversation from yesterday and I was only getting a few ideas to do things secretly not putting us in the spotlight. She said she didn’t have one and she might not do it because my ask was to wear a transparent blouse.
I said: Don’t worry, the transparency will be only for the blouse and you can still wear a bra and saree that covers it most of the time.
And when the time would be right she would have to slide the saree a bit and adjust it again.
Gayathri gave it a thought and agreed with one condition that she would only slide the saree pallu(thin wrapped edge covering the upper portion of the body on one side) twice when the time would be right and I should be around her all the time.
I said: Ok. Now show me the blouse. Let me take a look at it. Gayathri left it to my decision for color choice. None of them was transparent.
Then I asked: Should we buy ready-made ones (since the party was only one day from then)?
She said: It will be hard for us to find a tailor who will stitch it, and don’t ask any questions about transparency.
Me: Ok then what else we can do?
Gayathri said: I can do the alterations needed tomorrow. But it will take a while to slowly remove stitches to remove the lining. And I will not be able to use it anymore around family functions once done.
I said: It’s fine. You can buy new blouses later. But please do make this pink blouse transparent.
And we slept tight.
The next morning, it was Friday. she smiled and kissed me on the forehead to see my anxiety. I reached the office and made a video call to see the progress of lining removal.
I asked Gayathri: Where are we with the blouse?
She said she just removed the back portion of the lining and she would start the front side after lunch.
I asked her: Do it quickly, and call me when done.
She said: Don’t worry, there is a whole evening left before tomorrow.
In the meanwhile, I was plotting an alternate plan just in case level 1 of revealing did not cause any erections to me. It was almost evening.
Gayathri called me and said: Dear hubby, your ask is finished and now I am feeling very shy to wear this one at home only. How can I wear it outside?
Me: Can you show me how it looks?
Gayathri: Come home, I will show you.
Then I left the office early. Once I reached home Gayathri was already wearing the blouse with a white slip inside. She was in a pink short-sleeved blouse I knew this one from our 1st anniversary.
It was a good fit on her and the sleeves were silver lined with thread designs the same went for the back portion of the blouse. It had a front opening and the removed lining would almost show 75 percent skin clearly. But she had this slip which was ruining the fun.
She said: How does it look? Will it be ugly to wear or should we back off from the plan?
I said: This is fine, but I will make a small adjustment tomorrow before the party and you should not say no to it.
She said she would do it as long as the adjustment would be a small change from what she already wore.
Gayathri was feeling a bit confident because of the slip kind of bra she wore while she was showing. The blouse was almost like another lining underneath covering 90 percent of blossoms and for a regular man it would not make any statement. But I knew giving the right bra to it would make the trick.
Finally, the weekend came. In the evening time as planned, she wore the blouse we planned and a pink saree with similar stitches with silver threads at the borders. And she put on adequate jewelry and little makeup.
As she sat on the bed while I was getting ready. I asked her to slide the saree on the right side which she did with a cheeky smile and asked if was it helping him.
I said: Look Gayathri, for all the planning we did you were wearing a white slip kind of bra inside which is almost like full lining. Now the reason I asked you yesterday for a small adjustment is the slip itself.
Then I kept my hands in my pocket and handed her one of her old white bras and asked her to wear that.
Gayathri said: No way I will wear it.
Because it was one size smaller and also had a silver floral design that would easily pop through the blouse and it had thin straps all around and not covering much of her cleavage.
Me: Yes exactly, wasn’t this our plan for transparency, baby? I am not asking for your opinion here, you already made a promise.
She was silent for a while with her head down. I sat beside her and asked her what was the problem.
She said: I will look like a whore at the party.
And she did not want to come.
I consoled her and said: Look baby, you are doing this for me and why do you care about others thinking of you as some whore?
I further added: Sometimes celebrities will have wardrobe malfunction that does not make them whore. They are still actors and more gossiped ever than before.
Me: Anyway, I am asking you small favor, right? Because all the time you will be covered with a saree at the party and when I signal, you will lose the saree a little to reveal the blouse. It’s as simple as that.
She stood up with a grin on her face and went into the bathroom and asked me for the old floral bra. I gave it and after a minute, she threw a white slip on my face and started blabbering from inside with one edge of the saree in her mouth.
In her muffled voice, my wife said she was doing this only for me to get erections. By chance if I didn’t get one, she would never do it again. Also, she said she should not be the center of attraction at parties or for gossip around party guests.
If I made sure of these things, she would do the saree slides twice. But anything seemed to fall apart she would only do it once. I said ok.
Then she came out and said: Let’s go.
I asked her to show it once.
She said: Come and see it yourself.
Then I went near her and slid the saree to see the right side of the boob. Yes, this was exactly what I was looking for – more than I wanted at this point for level 1. It would show most of her side boobs and cleavage was on spot.
The back of the blouse showed all of the back straps. On shoulders, it was transparent. Overall, if anyone noticed this blouse and bra, they would definitely get hard boners.
We started to party and throughout the way she was covering her blouse with a saree wrapped around. I told her thanks in advance for doing this and that I would definitely repay this. She had a worried face and a small smile too to cover up the anxiety.
We reached the party. Find out what happened at the party in the next part.
To be continued.



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[befriend007]

Hi,
Good and erotic story.
I would suggest to do seduction with people such as milkman, security, watchman, plumber, cleaner, electrician, repair man etc.,
Keep rocking…

[jack32]

Yes As @befriend007 said, go that way

[jack32]

not at all exited, the start was good, should be that way,she helping her husband in that way and by that it goes to an extent with common people not high class guys, then it will be another boring story

she should even get fucked by those people without her consent but just for her husband sake

[unknown writer]

Husband And His Erections – Part 4 (HD Boobs!)
As we reached the party, my wife was reluctant to get down from the car. This was beyond my comfort level and I was tensed, “Please don’t make me do this”, said my wife Gayathri.

I said: Look dear, I understand your problem of back-bitched once someone notices your blouse. Now, carefully watch the guests as they arrive. I will show you to what extent our fellow guests expose.

One couple arrived as we spoke and once they got down from the car, I showed Gayathri a lady with her sleeveless blouse making adjustments to her saree. I asked Gayathri what in the world would this lady do to correct the saree.

Gayathri said she would correct the saree in such a way that it would not show her boobs.

I told her: Not only this lady, but you can also observe some others too. If anyone wearing the sleeveless and transparent saree tries to cover them up appropriately, I will take you home directly without further compulsion.

Me: But if that is not the case, you should get out of the car confidently, not covering your top with a wrapped saree.

She gave it a thought for a bit and agreed to my condition. I was in a tense tone saying to myself in a low voice, “Please please please ladies, please show off your boobs to make my day.”

In this 21st century, modern women are never conservative if they are already into t-shirts, jeans, and sleeveless. All they need is a perfect excuse to attend exclusive parties with same-age group friends.

Today, my luck was bad, I guess. I mean, some were revealing and some were still traditional. But our condition was, all ladies with sleeveless doing did show off their boobd. So I failed. Then in a pleasing tone, I asked her –

Me: Do you feel somewhat confident now? Some are ladies showing off intentionally.

She said, ‘NO’ and said: Listen, dear, all the ladies arriving are wearing revealing sarees and some are not, I understand. And god knows why they are intentionally showing their assets like that. You are not asking the same from me as they do.

She: I would have probably agreed to wear sleeveless or do a milkman’s episode without this much hesitation. But you asked to show my bra from this transparent blouse at a friend’s party. Isn’t that a big ask from you? And which I am not completely comfortable with.

Now I felt sorry for my wife. Probably, I should have taken this a little slowly. But I got an idea since she mentioned about milkman episode.

Me: Dear wife, you should have probably understood by now that I am listening to your excuses even though we had agreements and discussions. Will you be my good wife and at least do me a favor by repeating the milkman’s episode here at the party?

She was shocked to hear this.

I said: I know this is a big ask. But look at the positive side of the new ask. It is simple to execute because you have done it already without any second thoughts to demonstrate my problem. And further, you are allowed to keep yourself covered in a saree all the time. Then we’ll go inside casually and wish the boy and eat some cake and return home.

I could hear only silence in the car. Probably she was giving it a thought. I was not sure at this point what would be her answer. This idea itself was so erotic and I had the boner already. I could have shown it to her. But didn’t want to disturb her thought process.

After 5 minutes, Gayathri spoke with a commanding voice.

She: Krish, I am very concerned about our family prestige. Previously I was worried about someone noticing my slutty blouse. I hated the idea but had to agree with your erections or urges. Since you are liberal on altering the ask even after promises. I am considering your new plan. And listen, don’t even dare to ask anything else at least for a month.

Hurray! Finally, she agreed. It felt like an HR interview with salary negotiations.

Me: Ok Gayathri, please go ahead and remove your floral bra (I said by winking my eye at her).

She said: Hold your horses. I don’t want to remove my bra here and get caught bare-breasted while changing. First, let’s go inside and I will find a washroom to remove the bra.

I said ‘ok’ and we got down from the car. I was on cloud nine, probably most happy person at the moment. As we entered the party from the entrance the hosts received us warmly.

I got a shaking hand from my friend and Gayathri got a tight hug from my friend’s wife. I could notice the anxiety on her face. She was nervous and tightly holding the covered saree even while giving hugs.

As we went down to the hall Gayathri secured a corner spot and we stood there. With one hand she was holding her saree and with the other hand holding my arm tightly.

It was almost cake-cutting time.

I told Gayathri: It is the right time. Everyone is present in the hall and the washrooms area might be empty now. Can you please get rid of your bra (I whispered slowly in her ears)?

She looked into my eyes and her nose was turning red with heavy breaths with a sad surprised expression. I took off my arm and showed her way to the washroom. She kept her head down and stood there moving her torso side to side in tension.

I told her: If you don’t go now, I will deliberately drag your saree at any point without any caution.

Whew! That was rude of me to threaten her. She started walking after my scary pep talk of pantsing threat.

Gayathri missed the cake cutting and it was almost 10 minutes since she left for the washroom. The rest of the couples were taking pictures with the birthday boy and eating cake. I searched for her and knocked on the washroom door.

Me: Hello, Gayathri are you in there?

She replied: Yes.

Me: What is taking you so long? Please open the door.

She: I don’t want to come out. I feel shy as if I am parading for an FTV fashion show.

Shit again! I couldn’t believe my wife was doing this to me. I knew it would take a small push to get started.

Me: It’s ok, don’t be scared. Have you already removed your bra or not?

She: I did and it’s fully transparent now.

Me: Can you let me in for a second?

With that, she opened the washroom door. As I entered inside, I saw the floral bra on the cabinet and the tension on Gayathri’s face.

She was asking: Can we not do this now?

I quickly grabbed the bra, kept it in my pocket, and left the washroom. Now, from the outside of the door, I said –

Me: Dear, you have no choice now, but to come out like that.

Saying that, I walked toward the hall where everyone was busy in various conversations.

I intentionally went to have a chat with a couple of friends and told each one of them that I came here along with my wife Gayathri and she was feeling sick and was in the washroom. A couple of ladies were worried for her and went near the washroom asking Gayathri to open the door so that they could help her feel better.

Finally, she came out. She had to, right? My wife told the ladies that she was fine, and it was just a minor headache that caused nausea and now it was cleared after vomiting.

Ladies were walking toward us and I noticed probably others might notice too that my wife’s beautiful tits were shaking with every step she was taking. And it was a wonderful
motion art to watch!

Now Gayathri suddenly became the center of attraction for men. Everyone was asking if she was feeling well. This was the moment I was waiting for.

Gayathri was in the middle of everyone only wearing a transparent blouse and no bra. Although she was covering her upper body with a saree, I knew she was hiding her melons only in thin material. Just to ease her into her comfort zone, I said to them –

Me: I’ll take care of her from here. If she’ll have dinner, she’ll feel better.

And I took her to the open backyard where the dining tables were arranged.

We were the first to dine and it was a buffet. We had to serve ourselves. Gayathri looked into my eyes and asked if was happy now.

I said: I need more from this wonderful evening. But I amsatisfied to some extent. Can you do something which excites me? Like, a demo?

I asked with a naughty smile on my face. No way she would agree to anything else, but I took my chance to ask.

She said: What else I can do? This itself is an exhilarating experience for me and I am scared to death.

I told her: The backyard has less ambient light to notice your transparency. Can you be my supportive wife and just wear the saree as it should be instead of wrapping around?

She was hesitant for a while and asked me to prove that it was not as transparent as it would be under proper lighting.

I told her: Slide the saree before someone comes out

She quickly took a kneeling position hiding away from people beside table cloth and posed for a picture without flash. For the naked eye, it would not raise any suspicion because I edited the pic such a way as to make it appear as a low-light photo. But I could notice her areolas from the blouse. After Gayathri felt safe in the backyard lighting, she eased off her saree to normal position and smiled at me asking me to enjoy my evening while it lasts.

Guests arrived for dinner from the hall and we were to follow the pack and at this moment, Gayathri had no idea how much show she was putting on for them. She felt it was not that noticeable because I manipulated her with an edited photo.

I could see whoever was standing behind her was taking a good look at her see-through back. We filled our plates with food and settled down to eat. The seating position was in the such way she was feeling confident because no one could notice her side view. I took the first seat right around Gayathri’s seat. All of a sudden, the photographer was taking pictures with a high-end camera. Once he reached our table, I signaled him to come to the other corner and take picture of us as a couple.

He came to the diagonal edge of the table, not giving any caution to get a candid shot. Then he clicked a pic. That flash from the camera would almost show my wife’s side boob clearly to whoever noticed it, they definitely got a view of her naked breasts from the blouse.

My wife tried to adjust the saree to cover her left boob. I quickly held her left hand and her right hand was buried in the food plate. Seizing the opportunity, I asked the photographer to click a couple more. Gayathri was struggling to let her hand go free. While the struggle was happening and during one click, the saree fell and the flash gave a perfect boudoir-style photo.

Some guests noticed my wife’s braless blouse which was too transparent and they were awestruck. They might have enjoyed the view. I realized this was more than what she could take in a day. Then I asked my wife if she was feeling alright.

She quietly said: You idiot, you have done enough, and dared to ask if I am okay as if nothing has happened. Your wife’s private parts are on camera now. Do you realize it? What if they will circulate among others?

She: Go, get them deleted before that photographer leaves the party. If you delete them successfully, I won’t scold you for what you just did or else I will kill you.

Wasting no time, I went looking for the photographer. I found him and told him I would like to take a look at the pics that he clicked. The photographer without any thought said he had left the SD card in his car since it was full already with the pics and video from the party.

He asked: Give him a minute or two so that I can bring it back.

Then he went to his car. A minute later, I went outside to look for him. I was behind his car and could see he was transferring our pics to his laptop and at the same time, he was deleting Gayathri’s inappropriate pics from the SD card. I knew these bastards won’t leave such valuable pics. I would have done the same.

After a moment, he opened the new folder and selected the gorgeous saree drop pictures. He opened and zoomed into it and started touching his crotch. Oh wow, it was visible. Gayathri’s boobs were in HD quality and her face was embarrassed as fuck with a wide open mouth. What the hell!

He started jerking off. I knocked on the car door in the middle of his action. I caught him red-handed.

Then I told him: Hey pervert, what are you doing? Let me call the security officer.

He was in shock, he kept his cock inside, and was pleading with me not to complain as his reputation would be gone.

He said: Sir, I haven’t seen such a nice pair of boobs in a while, so I couldn’t control myself.

I told him if he didn’t want to be jailed, he had to delete the pic from his laptop.

Me: When I bring my wife here, you should open your laptop, show the pics to my wife, and delete whatever she asks to delete. This way, she will feel relieved that you’ve deleted the photos.

He agreed to my proposal and requested with a pleading voice, “Please understand my situation. My wife is not in town, so I work for myself. Can I finish what I have started?”

I said ‘ok’ because that was a reasonable demand.

He said: Please come within 5 minutes.

By that time, he would be done and cleaned. While I went inside to bring Gayathri, she was already giving goodbyes to the hosts and also enquiring me about the photos while dragging me out.

I said: I’ve taken care of it. You can see it yourself. But we have to wait here at least 5 minutes as the photographer in that car has to attend to an urgent call from his wife.

Gayathri said: Oh no, this can’t be happening. That fellow might save the pics to some other device and he is just buying time for that. Why can’t we wait near his car and check what he is doing?

Then my wife walked in a hurry toward his car and she was surprised to see the photographer was jerking off to her picture with nipples zoomed in. She quickly closed her eyes with one hand and knocked on the car window.

She: Hello mister, what are you doing?! Open the door.

Poor fellow, he was disturbed in the middle of masturbation again. He worriedly looked at me while Gayathri closed her eyes. I gave him a signal like, “Don’t worry, finish what you have started.”

Then Gayathri asked me: Please help me open the door. This fellow is not responding, please do something.

I told Gayathri: Please be patient. Let him finish what he is doing. After all, you gave him quite a show to enjoy.

She came toward me and started hitting my chest and repeatedly saying: It is all because of you. If my photo gives him chills, why can’t you get the same erections?

I laughed and showed my boner to her. She calmed down once I placed my dick in her hand. On one side, my dick was hung out open in Gayathri’s hand and that fellow was jerking hard from his car seat for Gayathri.

Me: This is a memorable moment.

She: OMG, how long this idiot will take to finish?

And my wife again started knocking on the door. But now, she was not closing her eyes. While he was stroking, Gayathri shook the door’s handle which inturn dropped her saree to the side.

Wow, that was epic! My wife’s boobs were displayed right in front of the photographer with only a car window glass separating them and he was enjoying it for sure. What else could I have asked for, this evening?!

With a live boob display for him, he released his cum on my wife’s picture on his laptop screen.

Gayathri was like: Yuck! He cummed on my face! (coming towards me and adjusting her saree).

The photographer cleaned himself and rolled down the window saying: Sorry, it was intense. I never was this hard before. Please take the laptop now and delete the pics as you wish.

Gayathri had no expression on her face. A lot had happened in a short time. Then she went near the door, took the laptop, and gave it to me to delete the pics.

She slapped him saying: You pervert. Go fuck your wife! Why waste your energy on another person’s wife?

She also suggested to him: Use your erections wisely while they last.

Of course, she was preaching to him and scolding me with one statement. Then I deleted her pictures and also made sure they would not recoverable.

I told Gayathri: I’ve done it. Please check once.

My wife took the laptop and broke it in one shot by hitting it hard against the wall. From the broken pieces, the hard disk fell out which she took and flipped in fountain water to make sure nothing could be recovered again. She also asked for the memory card from the cameraman which he gave without saying anything because she might break the camera too.

Gayathri took it and gave it to me. I kept it in my pocket.

Then I asked Gayathri: Shall we go home to put my raging boner to sleep?

My wife scolded me: You dumb fuck! This is all because of you. A stranger has seen my boobs now, not only that he jerked off to them, and some even stared at them at the party. You have to deal with the back bitchings.

She was not ready to face them again ever and asked: Can you give me one good fuck session today? Will you be able to? After all, you might have enjoyed every bit of moment back at the party and things that were unplanned made me horny.

I said: At your service, please get in the car.

While in the car, I gave her bra back to her. I was laughing and she had an angry and horny face which was so sexy.

She said: What will I do with it now? Shove it up in your ass.

It amazed me how openly she was scolding me. Level 2 of exposure was a great success. Then we reached home and had a great fuck twice after a while.

The story will continue.

[Givemeextra]

Good updates. Eager to read next.

[Deepak Sanjeev]

Super update.

Till the time she take another man dick, she will treat her husband respectfully. After taking real man dick, she will treat her husband like a slave and will never respect him as he is a wimp.

[Chitrarassu]

Awesome update. The photographer should punish her by fucking her hard and show her he is much better than her husband.

[unknown writer]

Husband And Erections – Part 5 (Wife & Delivery boy)

Me: Good morning, Gayathri, how are you feeling now? I forgot to say sorry yesterday. Please forgive me. None of the photographer’s episode was planned. It all happened so quickly. And I appreciate how you stood up for yourself for deleting the pics.

Walking left to right at the corner of the bed, I went on with my apologies.

Me: Also look, yesterday night was double the excitement I ever had because of your unplanned exposure to some guests and photographer. I can never thank you enough for the daring step you took for me and my urges. I am very fortunate that I got you as my wife.

While I kept on talking to let my wife understand how impressed I was, Gayathri was smiling with one hand under her head lying on the bed, leaning to my side, covered under a white blanket, and looking at me the whole time.

Me: Darling, say something. Are you even listening to me? Say something, at least scold me!

She: Yes dear, I am earful and eyeful at present.

Me: Huh, ‘eyeful’? What do you mean?

My wife winked, pointing down and toward my bottom with a laugh. At that moment, I realized my cock was stiff early in the morning, peeking out from one side of my boxer.

Then she said: Someone is ready for more action even in tension. Will you come to me Krish and show me what you are up to early in the morning?

She teased me naughtily with an inviting finger and pleasing eyes as she bit her lower lips. I immediately started climbing on the bed from the bottom side while giving my cock a slight stroke with boxer fabric. My excitement was building up from the tease she was doing while I slowly slid inside the blanket. I started kissing her feet. She was moaning softly and tried to get hold of my hair for pulling me up.

As I moved further up, her soft thighs were warm and my face cheeks were touching the sides of her thighs and my nose slid smoothly up along the valley of my wife’s folded thighs. A thin layer of sweat on her eased my motion upward.

I was about to reach the clit which was just inches away from my tongue and just hiding under her pink panty from yesterday. I thought the juices were already dripping way before I entered the blanket. And I wondered what fascinated her into drenching wet – me or the photographer?!

I wanted to ask her but I would ask her later. While I tried to move further up, Gayathri kept her hands stiff against my upper head not allowing me to reach her midriff.

Then she asked me: Can you please stir up the juices with your tongue in my pussy like never before?

Wasting no time, I slid her panty with my index fingers, dragging evenly from either side. Seconds after moving the panty just inches below her knees, I gently licked the side walls of my south Indian wife’s vagina passionately.

“Ahh.. uuh.. please.. yeah.. there you go!”, she screamed, holding the lower back of my head while caressing my hair.

At this moment, I wanted to give my hundred percent because I somehow felt she was turned on by yesterday’s episode and I definitely wanted to utilize this chance to trick her into exhibitionistic and voyeuristic behavior. I wanted to her believe that exposure to strangers happens to be very erotic and could cause mutual stimulation. Of course, it is true but I wanted her to feel the same way.

While these thoughts were running through my mind, I continued to warm up the vagina with slow, broad licks, making my tongue as wide as possible. Once I felt enough juices were stirred up, it was time for precision strokes to the clitoral hood opening, to bring shivers to her body. While I did my part, Gayathri felt breathless. I complimented her on how hot she was.

My partner was quivering simultaneously while craving more pleasure. Waves of pleasure from her were unpredictable when I hit the right spots. She curled her toes and enjoyed the experience with closed eyes. She was now in no state of control because I was all over her, tickling, licking, teasing, and fondling her folds and services. Her erect brown nipples were shooting toward the ceiling with an arched back.

Then I slowly started making rounds around Gayathri’s shaded brown areolas. She even had tiny goosebumps there. Her face became reddish color and after a while, I fondled her breast like a stress ball. Suddenly, she said she was cumming.

“Done, I am done.. ahh”, she said as she reached her climax, tightly crossing her legs to retain the excitement and relief from orgasm.

It was time for my turn to get a head from her mouth or handjob, I mean it was up to her. While I climbed up further, my boxer hooked her feet thumb finger to the front edge of my boxer and started to come down. I progressed upwards to her face to give a big lip-smacking kiss.

Now my dick was sloppy after all the drama happened to bring her to climax. She enquired what happened to my erection.

I told her: It is the same problem, Gayathri. The thrill and erection will be fine until it’s time for the actual performance.

I told her: I can perform well yesterday because my memories were fresh from the evening braless adventure with the photographer.

She said she was tired and would discuss the erections later. I was a bit disappointed to learn my erections truly were scandalous and it just won’t let me feel manly or aroused unless some infectious bug thoughts like a stranger looking at Gayathri with lust.

Then I got down from bed with disappointment and went to the hall for watching TV. None of the channels were entertaining me as of now because I had unfinished business back in bed.

Then came the idea of a lifetime. I searched my pant from yesterday to get the SD card I kept in my pocket and started a slideshow of pictures. I was shocked to see the photographer was keen on getting candid shots of my wife all along.

Was he really get hired for the party or was he just a paparazzi to Gayathri?, I thought. Anyway, the very last pictures of Gayathri not covered with a saree were showing her nipples clearly from flash. All who got a great deal of that show have their eyes wide open.

My erotic thoughts were quick in getting my mood again thinking of the ways how Gayathri could be exhibited artistically. Wasting no time, I walked to the bedroom again with my laptop and on the floor, I saw the pink transparent blouse from yesterday. Then I took it and kept it on my head as a trophy.

Placing the laptop on the bed’s headrest frame with the picture of Gayathri serving her boobs to guests with embarrassment, I asked Gayathri, “Please open your eyes.” (and I showed her my erect penis.)

She was shocked to see my manhood back in the game. She was also laughing and pointing toward the trophy on my head. Then she invited me to her. I didn’t tell her I was this hard by looking at a picture right at her back. We proceeded to have great intercourse like last night and both reached the climax again and were exhausted with a good feeling.

The Sunday started well and we slept naked till noon. As we were hungry, we woke up. I wanted assurances from her regarding my request to exposing to strangers.

Me: Gayathri, please wake up. It is almost noon. We need to have brunch and I am ordering food from outside.

Then I went to bathe. When I came out, Gayathri had the laptop on her lap and was looking at me. She rested her hands back on the pillow.

She: I got it now. This is the reason for all the excitement. It’s good but in many ways.

I had no words, I was just embarrassed to tell the truth. We argued the sequence of incidents that happened in the last two days. I found a fewer questions and reasonings and a submissive attitude from my wife. It looked like I won her control. I just wanted to test it once without any resistance from her.

Then I told her: Go, get a bath. The food will be delivered in a few minutes.

While she took bath, she asked me to put clothes on the hanger outside the bathroom. I deliberately placed the same outfit from yesterday evening. It was the pink saree, floral bra, petticoat, and pink transparent trophy blouse which was the star of the show!

I went and sat in the hall in my shorts without a t-shirt. In a while, Gayathri shouted after I heard the sliding sound of the bathroom door –

She: You naughty pervert, can’t you find anything else? You better stay where you are. I will kill you (probably with a smile or anger, I suppose because I couldn’t see her from the hall).

As she walked toward the hall, I was wishing that she wore the dress I left on the hanger. Her anklets’ sound intensity increased with every other step she inched toward the hall.

The first thing I could notice from her entry was the floral bra on her hand swinging to her right-hand motion as she walked. And there came her voluptuous body cladded with the same saree I gave her. She approached me with a bright smile on her face while throwing a bra on my face.

She said: You idiot, you want me to be braless while there are perverts ready to ogle me at the party. But do you care to provide me with this bra while at home?

I smiled with a sheepish grin on my face and asked her to sit on my lap now with a piggy kiss mouth. Suddenly, the doorbell rang. It was the food delivery guy, I guess.

I asked Gayathri to go take the order giving her money for it. With an angry face, she got hold of my hair moving my head back and forth, and said –

She: I should have guessed it coming. What a plan you curated, you pervert,. You can’t wait for even a day. How could you possibly think I am ready to do what you ask for?

I told her: I already got the answer from you this morning. You didn’t say a word while you noticed the pictures I was hard for. Now dear, I beg you to please do this testimony to prove you are with me in this adventurous journey (fingers crossed while she gave it a thought).

She started saying terms and conditions in her mouth while the bell rang again.

I told: I will be obliged to them but at present please attend the door (I pleaded).

She stood up with a shy smile and started to adjust her saree. Yes, my prayers worked and finally, she was giving in. The future was bright and the path to exhibitionism was in full swing.

I thought in my mind while my tummy had butterflies feelings all over. She turned her back to me and made more adjustments to the saree which I could not see.

One thing I could notice was my wife did not have money in her hand. Just before she opened the door, she gave a non-reluctant smile and hid her face with one hand and saw me between her fingers and the other hand holding against her breasts while she stood cross-legged.

The bell rang intensified because of the long wait. She finally looked up, took deep breaths with hands straight down with a jitter at last, and turned the knob to open the door.

While this took place, I strategically put there the floral bra somewhat in the line of sight of the delivery boy. I wanted to make sure that the bra laying on the floor and the transparent blouse shoulder of Gayathri made evident that she was braless. I wanted a good viewpoint to start recording this.

Then I went into the kitchen which stretches out from the house into the lawn where we have a window facing the front entrance. I started recording. Only Gayathri could notice me from the kitchen window. At least she knew I was watching her and I would not miss any opportunity of such kind.

The delivery guy was passing the time. I guess he noticed the bra on the floor. He was pretending that he was looking for the receipt of the bill.

While he went toward his bike, I was hinting to Gayathri I could not see any cleavage or nipples by pointing to my bare chest and nipples with a questioning hand expression. She responded wait with a hand signal and adjusted her saree so it was on verge of slipping from the shoulder anytime. My excitement grew as the delivery guy approached Gayathri again saying he found the receipt.

But I saw him taking it out of his pocket and headed back to her. He had no idea what he was about to witness this lovely Sunday noon.

The delivery boy: Madam, here is the receipt. It is 250 Rs in total.

Gayathri slowly lowered the silk that was covered over her right breast with her fingers to an extent where dark areola started to show. She looked toward my side and started inserting her fingers inside the blouse where she kept the money. The currency bills were clearly visible right above the areola. Yes, this was the perfect curated unintentional exposing most shy exhibitionists would want to plan.

My wife took out the money and adjusted back her saree and started counting the money. I felt sorry for him for the small show she could provide. So, out of courtesy and brotherhood, I wanted him to have some more show.

I climbed the granite of the kitchen countertop and signaled Gayathri with a hand wave. She noticed and I pleaded for a saree drop. My dick was erect asking her to be noticed clearly. She was laughing inside with both lips between her teeth and nodding her head sides as, “no way.”

I had to do something. Wasting no time, I lowered my shorts and boxer. My dick swung out like a loaded spring. She broke her laugh out which caused her saree to slip slightly while trying to counteract adjusting the saree back up. One currency note slipped from the left hand which was also holding the lower part of the saree tucked in the petticoat.

She reacted to catch money in a reflex before hitting the ground. But in this struggle, her saree dropped to her left hand revealing till navel.

The delivery boy was agile and positioned himself as a keeper to catch the falling note. Wonderful! It might be for him at that position, lucky bastard.

My wife’s full bust was just above his head displaying two hanging melons with a deep valley of cleavage. The erect nipples were not shy to poke out from the thin transparent blouse.

Although Gayathri realized and corrected the saree condition in seconds, he had definitely seen what he could. The shy smile continued as she kept her face sideways to avoid his eye contact. She stretched her hand out to give the rest of the change and closed the door.

Not in his good senses to believe what he just saw, he was stood startled in the same spot while looking at the door. Gayathri ran inside the bedroom and I followed her pulling my shorts up. She laid on her back on the bed with her hands wide open and laughing.

“Have you gone nuts? What was that careless act you spoiled brat?” said Gayathri. I barely could hold my laugh there and your dick was responsible for all this.

I asked: How was the experience? Was it exhilarating? Is this a sign of a green signal?

She buried her face in the blanket and after a while with a big breath and straight face said-

She: Let’s go and eat first.

I followed her into the dining room and realized the recording was still on in the kitchen. I took the phone and we had lunch. She asked me to show the recording.

In the end, once we left the bedroom, the delivery boy was still trying to get a peek from the front window. But, no luck. He was scared to check the rest of the windows.

We noticed he was vigorously touching his crotch and rubbing it above his pants.

“Poor guy! He has to masturbate to relieve it”, I said. She chuckled.

I saw Gayathri’s smile and she acted with a serious face again as soon as she noticed that I was observing her. She just won’t open up saying that she was enjoying it as well. She would eventually admit it, I thought.

To be continued.

[Givemeextra]

Good updates. Slowly the exposure is becoming more and more

[jack32]

good going thanks for regular updates