Adultery Indian Wife & Construction Guys

[jtiwary]

Please dont end it.. lots more to go.... Mustaq still to make his debut......

Anycase, you are doing an amazing job considering there have been so many attempts to continue this story.... kudos to you.. even if you want to end it....

[Calypso25]

Hi Reema,

Thanks for the update. Please continue. The story in a way suggests that Reema (Protagonist) is more inclined towards males of another faith. Is this true? If yes, then you can weave a story in flashback mode which led to this obsessions.

If not, please bring characters from the same faith as well.

Thanks

[KKANE403]

I understand the need to end a story .if you think you cannot do justice to the story .it is good to give a ending .But until this part you have done an excellent job and i think you want to do this thing in parts .that is good idea . i support you . go ahead and work on the second part .will always for you bro .

[reema4uhoney]

The Dares- 2
 
 
 
Reema was cleaning the dishes while Yash was busy in checking his WhatsApp. Soon Reema finished the dishes and enters the bedroom.
 
“Shall we start?” Reema said, getting in the bed.
 
“Yes…I was waiting…” Yash replied.
 
Reema narration:
 
 
“Reema…there’s a tailor about two blocks away…you have to go there…and get this dress altered for free…remember you’ll be wearing this dress tonight…” Reshma said handing me a dress.
 
“Are you talking about Ajeet…the one who is Sajid’s friend…he is weird…” Raziya said and made a face.  
 
“Weird? Who cares? I don’t care if he’s weird…as long as he can get my dress altered in time…” I picked the dress, and left the house in a rush with Sajid and was dressed casually in shorts and a V-neck T-shirt with one of my utilitarian bras. When I looked at the dress, I discovered that it had a built-in bra; so, I wouldn’t need a dressier bra for the fitting.  
 
Sajid pulled into a parking space in the shopping center, the parking lot and building weren’t in the best condition and the alteration shop fit the same aesthetic. Dust and old, neglected plants lined the window. Two green, vinyl-covered seats sat to the left, a sales counter to the right. There were long beads hanging across a doorway; an entrance to the back of the store. The smell of incense permeated the space.

“Hello?” Sajid said, then gently rang a bell on the counter. I heard a voice come from the back of the shop. “Yes…yes… Please, one moment…”

After a brief wait, the beaded curtain parted. A short, black-haired man with a dark tan complexion greeted me with a broad, white smile. He looked to be in his forties.

“Sajid…how are you…come this way…” He motioned to the back.
 
“She is my friend…She wanted one of her dress altered…” Sajid said and winked at him. We walked down a hallway with dirty walls and carpet that hadn’t seen a vacuum for some time, past a dark restroom. At the end of the hallway, we entered a large, brightly lit room with an elevated deck surrounded by six, full-length mirrors. The space reminded me of the few other alteration shops I’d been to in city. Dresses and suits in bags were hung on wheeled racks that were pushed up against the walls. Three tables were situated between the clothes racks with fabric and measuring tape laying upon them.

As we entered the room, the man spun sharply on his heel to face me. He extended his hand and said “My name is Ajeet.” I smiled and placed my hand in his, expecting a shake. Instead, he raised it to his lips and kissed the top of it. His sudden, unexpected charm caught me off guard.

“Oh…Okay…I’m Reema…nice to meet you, Ajeet…” I blushed.

“Ajeet…why don’t you take her measurements nicely…till them I’m going to Cheedilal shop to have a pan…” Sajid said and putting his cheap mobile in the counter left.

“Ok…Sajid bhai…” Ajeet said.

“Please…” Ajeet motioned for me to step up, taking the dress from me.

He put the dress on a hanger, then hung it on a nearby clothes rack and turned to me. Without another word, he smoothed my clothes against my body, and grabbed my hips and waist firmly. With measuring tape in hand, he began stretching it across various places over my body. His touch was confident and firm. He seemed to take liberties in touching me over my clothes. He had what I felt to be expert hands; they were quick and sure. His fingers were long and I could tell he knew what he was doing. He was nimble and lithe.

“Can you fix it…” I said.

Ajeet paused briefly to regard me with a raised eyebrow and I expounded. “I mean…I need this for tonight…can you fix it in such a short notice…”

“Yes…yes….I can have this completed by Five in the evening…now please…take the dress and disrobe…come out with the dress on…” Ajeet said and motioned to one of two dressing rooms by the fitting area that had a curtain hung across the opening for privacy.

I tugged the red, velvet curtain closed. Although there was a gap where the curtain met the wall, I felt confident that Ajeet would respect my privacy. As the dress had a built-in bra, I took off my shorts and T-shirt, and removed my bra. Now in just my panties, I carefully stepped into the chocolate-brown dress and wiggled it up to my hips. Plenty of space there. I worked the dress up to my torso, but it caught as I tried pulling it around my chest. I stopped to un-zip the back, then tried again, cramming my boobs into the tight bust area. I tried as best I could to fit all of my breasts into the garment.

Turning, I looked in the floor length mirror; my bosom was bulging out of the top like some adult cartoon character, my broad curves flowed out above the built-in cups, with my nipples sticking out way past the hem. I pushed and crammed my creamy breasts down into the dress. After several attempts, I’d managed to tuck most of my nipples into the fabric, but the pink outer rims of my areolas were still visible. I’d begun to sweat from the effort. I didn’t want to rip the dress, so I’d to be satisfied with my breasts busting out of the top.

“Um, Mr. Ajeet?” I called from behind the curtain.

I heard him shuffle over. “Yes?” I could see his sandal-clad feet from under the curtain.

"I can’t go out there…the dress is too small….” I whined.

“Miss…that is precisely why you are here…is it not? You are here to have the dress let-out in the bust and taken-in at the waist…if it fit you properly…you wouldn’t need my services…” Ajeet said.

“Yes…you’re right…Okay, here I come…but don’t laugh…” I opened the curtain and stood in the dressing room with a pout on my face.

Ajeet suddenly found himself looking at the sexiest sight he had ever seen, especially-as a male tailor who worked with girls and women dresses- I was like a fantasy come to life. He had an extremely difficult time not grabbing and groping my breasts right then and there.

My cleavage occupied my entire chest. The curves projected outward like halves of a perfect sphere. They were wobbling from being constrained within the tight dress. Even the pink edges of my nipples were slightly peeking out. I’d pulled my hair up into a makeshift bun which brought more attention to my neck.

I watched as Ajeet moved his eyes all over my body, he appeared delighted with my figure. Like all the other men, he couldn’t keep his eyes off of my breasts.

Ajeet looked at my waist, then back to my breasts and said “Yes…yes…alterations are very much needed…Please step onto the fitting platform…”

I stepped out of the dressing room, into the bright lights and up onto the platform. Ajeet stepped on it with me, his hands on my waist and the small of my back, pressing me toward the mirrors in front. Ajeet’s face appeared behind md, over my shoulder, looking at me through the mirror.

“I’ll have to touch you to get the fitting right…” he warned and before I could say anything, Ajeet’s hands were on the outside of each breast. He pressed them together, gently at first, then with growing firmness. My breasts squished against one another, deepening my cleavage. The dress slipped slightly, revealing more creamy flesh. He stared at me through the mirror “Hands up…over your head…” he instructed curtly.

I moved automatically in response, jerking nervously. I awkwardly raised my arms, then moved my hands to hold my hair up in a more natural pose. I watched Ajeet’s hands press on the outside of my breasts. Ajeet stood behind me, pushing my breasts together with growing force. I gasped in disbelief as his hands pressed up and then inward from the outside of the garment. He smashed them together from my sides creating a ridiculous display of tit flesh. Almost half of my areolas had tumbled out visibly.

Ajeet envisioned his ample cock sliding in between the creases he was creating with my tits. My breasts felt exquisite, soft, heavy, full. His cock was becoming erect. He made no effort to hide his growing stiffness, carelessly bumping against me with his bulge. I could feel the lump drag across my butt cheeks.

“Your breasts are heavy…require extra support for a dress like this….” Ajeet said and moved around to my front. He cupped a hand under each breast and began lifting them in his palms. He seemed to be trying to gauge their weight and firmness.

“They bulge out of this material…the sides here will need to be held from the shoulders…” he spoke clinically, as if sharing information I didn’t already know.

He bounced my breasts from the sides. Now, the extended bump of my left nipple popped out. The edge of one of my areolas was becoming visible with Ajeet’s shaking and handling. He grabbed the dress at the sides near my shoulder, turned the fabric over, and explained how he’ll need to re-structure the garment to fit me.

“I’ll need to fit you with the cups…this requires more touching…” He warned again. Apparently, everything he was doing required a great deal of touching. Ajeet resumed his position behind me and put his hands below my arms. He slid his fingers into the dress and moved his hands forward. He scooped his hands against my bare flesh and pulled each naked breast out from each cup. He began gripping and feeling each one, his strong fingers dragging across my nipples.

After a brief moment of squeezing, he abruptly pulled the entire chest section of the dress down. My tits bounced momentarily as he freed them, then rippled slightly as he adjusted the dress down.

“Oh…” I was surprised by the aggressive approach, my nipples hardened as they were exposed to the cooler air. I regarded my full, naked breasts, multiplied by the six mirrors, feeling quite exposed. This feeling was magnified by the bright lights.

While I was analyzing the different angles provided by each mirror, Ajeet set to his work. He brandished a small seam splitter and was cutting threads and stitching here and there. He used his hands to move and reposition each bare breast often. He would regularly return his hands fully onto my breasts, pausing to lift and feel them. I couldn’t stifle my gasp when he, very gently, pinched my nipples nonchalantly. He made an inquisitive sound, looking at my thick nipples between his index finger and thumb, then resumed fiddling with my seam.

My dark red nipples became embarrassingly hard and my areolas began to shrink from the stimulation. To my surprise, his touch was causing me to become slightly aroused. I still had my hands over my head, as instructed. My breasts were hanging in front of me looking soft and smooth. Ajeet behind me made them shake and wobble from his work. My hard nipples pointed straight ahead. He’d pull out a stitch, palm my broad breasts, then pinch my nipples. Each time he let go, my nipples ached for more.

Ajeet brusquely positioned my body to face him and used both hands to lift my left breast and reposition in its cup within the dress. He did the same for the right breast. Then, he used a piece of chalk to mark something on the shoulder. He took the breast out and scratched his chin. Without a word, he then left.

I stood there topless, waiting. I heard feet shuffling on a carpet and then a quiet ‘WHOOSH.’ The air in the room shifted slightly and I realized someone must have opened the front door to the shop, back in the waiting room. I heard the bell chime.

“Package, Ajeet!” a gravelly voice called out.

I nervously clapped my hands over my bare tits, listening, and covering myself as best I could.

I heard Ajeet’s soft voice and a laugh in response. Then the gravelly voice said “Same shit different day…See you tomorrow!”

Then there was a faint -thud-, presumably the door closing. I felt relieved and lifted my hands again, putting them on my head. Moments later, Ajeet returned, carrying a pencil and pad of paper. He looked at my bare breasts, then to my face.

“This dress is going to accentuate your breasts a great deal…it cannot be helped…it is just how it is cut…I can let it out… but even when I do…it will only cover a little more than half of your breasts…” Ajeet addressed me in his clinical tone and friendly accent.

His gaze dropped again. Ajeet smiled...at my tits.

It dawned on me that this fitting wasn’t as professional as it should be. But something held me in place, frozen.

Ajeet stood back looking right at my bare chest. Both breasts were out again, nipples hard as nails, the dress cups were hanging to the side. I didn’t object to being exposed to him.

“But I’ve a solution…I can do two things…I can attach a piece of fabric to the top like this…” Ajeet said and grabbed both breasts and situated them into my cups as their size would allow, then straightened the dress over them. My tits again bulged out indecently. Ajeet reached down to a table that had small swatches of fabric and selected a small, rectangular piece. He placed it handily over the broad tops of my tits, pressing and squeezing them. Finally, he tucked two corners of the triangle into my dress so the fabric would stay in place, covering most of my cleavage
 
He stood back and looked at it.

“...which, as you can see changes the look of the dress considerably….”

I regarded myself in the mirror. It didn’t look right. I sighed. “You’re right, Ajeet…it would be too different from the other dresses…”

“Or I can create a special bra of sorts…to hold your breasts down and slightly apart…” he suggested, moving before I could respond. He was behind me again and quickly peeled the triangle of fabric away. In the same manner as before, he scooped his entire hand around each of my breasts and flopped them free, yanking the dress down to my waist. My entire upper body was again exposed.

I stayed silent, gently holding my hair with both hands above my head. Ajeet was behind me and we both watched as his grip returned to my breasts. His nimble hands lifted my heavy, pale tits. He pulled them apart, then knocked them together, causing them to move dramatically. His thumbs pressed against my nipples. I noticed he was looking at the dress from top to bottom, but while he was doing this, his hands were holding my breasts together and his thumbs were rubbing each nipple, causing them to ache with arousal. I looked at the several reflections of my breasts in the mirror as he caressed each nipple with his long, brown thumb.

I did nothing to stop him. My skin felt flush and my body, hot. There was a moist heat growing between my thighs. I realized she was panting.

Ajeet lightly caressed my breasts in his hands bouncing them playfully, then squeezed before letting them fall back together. He was fondling me between his more serious adjustments. He was mixing business with his pleasure and losing track of the distinction himself in his eagerness. He reached back to the table and produced a small bolt of white, gauze-like fabric. He wrapped it around his hand and cut.

Before I even knew what he was doing he had the material wrapped around each breast individually, then around the middle of my back and over both breasts, creating a make-shift, strapless bra. He manipulated me expertly, increasing my arousal. He repositioned me as he wanted me before the mirror. He pulled my dress back up and over my breasts which caused the dress to hang differently on my body.

I regarded myself in the mirrors on the brightly lit platform. Although the dress still needed to be let out, I could see how this could actually work.

“Wow! You’re a genius!” I was sincerely impressed.

Ajeet smiled, turning me slightly, appraising his work. Satisfied, he moved behind me again and without warning, he pulled my dress down, this time to my ankles. I felt a cold breeze followed by a hot, searing flash in my pussy as he did this. Now I was standing in nothing but my panties and the strapless bra-thing he had just fashioned around my bosom.

He stood fully behind me, reached around and grabbed my breasts from behind, then moved them up and down and put them together creating cleavage. All this while looking at me, we made eye contact in the mirror.

“Yes…this will do nicely when I make the alterations for your dress…” his voice was right in my ear, closer than before. As he said this, I could feel a stiff bulge pressing first into one butt cheek, then the other, then between them in my ass cleavage. It was obviously his cock.

I watched his movement behind me in the mirror. I could feel that my underwear was riding up behind ne and revealing a lot of ass. My pussy throbbed. She couldn’t help it.

Ajeet released my fabric-covered tits and let his hands slide down my soft, smooth skin as he dipped down to my ankles. He fiddled with the dress at my ankles, taking the liberty to stare at my smooth butt cheeks, up close and personal. He leaned in, silently smelling me. The scent of my arousal was unmistakable.

He rose again, making sure to nestle his aching cock back between my ass cheeks, feeling the heat of my pussy through my panties and his pants. He fought the urge to smile and began unwrapping the fabric of the makeshift bra. My tits again bounced free.

Ajeet couldn’t help himself. He firmly gripped both breasts and abandoned all pretenses. Holding each breast, he thrust into me once, then again, then a third time, lewdly humping me in three strokes. I was dazed and wasn’t sure what to do. It felt like I was under a strange spell. I was held in his grasp and felt the rigid tip of his bulge poke directly against my panty-clad labia. My pussy responded to his thrusts with a gush of wetness that I hoped would not become visible through my panties.

Ajeet took a measuring tape and mumbled something about measuring my inseam. He crouched behind me and positioned my feet slightly wider apart. I let him part my legs, once again holding my hands over my head. I was exactly where Ajeet wanted me: a state of submission, willing to go along with nearly any command, and physical prodding. He knew without a doubt that he could have his way with me.

Ajeet’s broad thumb pressed the end of his measuring tape right up against the thin, wet gusset of my thong panties. He stretched the tape down the inside of my thigh and began pumping his thumb against my aching opening. He seemed to know right where to touch me.

I held fast, growing uncontrollably aroused. I felt his fingers move against my panties. All I could think about was him plunging into me. There was only the pathetically thin barrier of my panties between us.

Ajeet moved and his knuckles dragged directly over my throbbing clit. He felt the stiff nub distinctly through my wet panties.

“OH…” I cried out in pleasure.

I was so surprised by the sudden contact on my clit that my knees nearly collapsed. I was inexplicably wet from all his touching, and shocked that I responded to his knuckles by pushing myself down against them to rub myself against his hand. I grinded my hips, ever so briefly, to maintain the exquisite contact of his knobby knuckles on my clit. The action was involuntary. I wanted relief.

Just as quickly as he had touched me, he removed his hand from between my legs and stood back up.

Ajeet wanted to continue to explore me more with his hands and fingers, but thought it best to quit before he took things too far. He knew Sajid can return anytime, so he reluctantly decided to get back to being a tailor.

Ajeet made eye contact with me, noting me flushed, dazed expression. He put his hand on my shoulder and said directly “We are finished here…”

Ajeet continued to ogle my body in the mirror. “I will let out the fabric in the chest…reinforce the stitching in the shoulders…create a makeshift bra to support…re-form your breasts to fit the style of the dress…take in the waist and shorten the dress at the hem….”

At last, he moved away from me, leaning over a table and writing everything he said onto a business duplicate receipt. He tore off my copy and handed it to me.

He stared directly at my dangling breasts. “Please…you may put your clothes on now…the dress will be ready by 5 in the evening…you don’t have to pay for my service…” He said.

“Th- Thank you for helping me…” I replied, after wearing my clothes, I grabbed Sajid cheap mobile and went to the parking lot where I found Sajid talking to someone near my car.


Reema narration ends:

 

“Yash I’m feeling sleepy…I’ll continue my adventure tomorrow morning…” Reema said and went to sleep.
 

 
The Dares- 3 Coming soon

[kittepo]

WOW - Super dare - can't wait to read about next one.

[jtiwary]

Keep it coming!!!!! Super

[reema4uhoney]

The Dares- 3



Next day Yash took a day off from his office, after dropping their daughter Ritika to college he returned back home.
 
“Something special today?” Reema asked giving him his coffee cup.
 
 “No…why?” Yash replied.
 
“Cause…you hardly take your day off…” Reema said laughing.
 
“Yes…that’s true…I don’t…but today I want to hear your adventures…so why don’t you continue…” Yash replied and Reema started narrating her adventures.
 
 
Reema narration:
 
 
“Why did you leave me alone with Ajeet?” I asked Sajid as soon as we were inside the car. He’d only been gone for an hour, but it seemed much longer.
 
“I know that bastard…he’ll do nothing in front of me…so I left you there alone with him…I hope you had a wonderful time…” Sajid replied laughing.
 
“Yes…I’d a wonderful time…you can watch that later…” I replied laughing.
 
I heard Sajid mobile ringing, I looked at the screen and it was from Sakila.
 
“Hello Sakila…Sajid is driving…let me put you on speaker…” I replied picking up the mobile.
 
“Reema…it’s been more than one hour…what took you so long…anyway I didn’t call you for that…I called to tell Sajid about your next dare…since you’re on the phone…so listen carefully your next dare…your next dare is to have a tattoo… Sajid know where the tattoo parlor is…so head towards the tattoo parlor…have a nice day…” Sakila said and disconnected the mobile.
 
“Did you heard…what your first wife said…” I asked Sajid.
 
“Yes…we’re near to that place…maybe in ten minutes…we’ll be there…” Sajid replied.
 
“I don’t think…I want something permanent…” I said.
 
“I personally think…tiny tattoos strategically placed would look cute and sexy…” Sajid replied.  
 
Soon we were in a seedy part of town, as we were few blocks away from the shop, my car stopped. Sajid tried to start it many times but failed. Sajid called the mechanic and after giving him our location we went on foot to the tattoo parlor. The shop was small and dingy, and the walls were covered with pictures of people with tattoos, including women with tattoos on their breasts. We opened the door and went in. A bell on the door jingled, and a large man came out of the back, he stopped short when he saw us. “How can I help you?” the large man asked.
 
“Well…she is considering a tattoo…” Sajid replied, I could see he had his mobile in his hands, meaning he was recording all this with his cheap mobile phone.
 
“Great…that’s why we’re here…do you know what you would like?” The large man asked looking at me.
 
Before I could answer Sajid mobile rang, it was the mechanic.
 
“The mechanic is here…let me check what’s wrong with the car…” Sajid said and left.
 
“Well come on into the back room…we’ll see what we can do…” the large man said. I followed the man into a small back room in the center of which was a reclining chair. Needles and bottles of ink were scattered over the surface of a work- bench, and a small bookcase was filled with binders holding pictures of tattoos.

“Have a seat…what sort of a tattoo do you want?” the man said.

“I’m not exactly sure….” I blushed again.

“Well…I’ve some books you can look at to give you ideas…do you know where you want it?” the man asked.

I didn’t say anything.

“It’s ok…I’ve heard it all before….nothing to be embarrassed about…do you know where you want it?” the man asked.

I nodded. The man smiled. I blushed and then said, very quietly “Between my legs…”

At first the tattoo artist looked as though he didn’t believe me. Then he smiled again “You mean on the inside of your thigh?”

I shook my head. The man watched me silently. I hesitated. Then I said “On my pussy…”

The man’s eye’s widened in pleasure, but all he said was “Sure…No problem…I don’t get any requests for that till now… but I knew some girls are into…I’ve a few photos collected from the net…”

He pulled a binder off the shelf and handed to me. I began shyly flipping through it. There were all kinds of tattoos. Some were pictures, some were words. I stopped when I came to one page and pointed. “There…that’s the one…” I said. It was a simple tattoo, just two words in angular script, one on each side of the girl’s pussy, that read ‘Sex Toy.’ I felt a warmth in my crotch. I felt incredibly excited, incredibly dirty.

The man smiled and nodded. “Nice choice…” he said.

“It’s for my husband…one of his weird fantasy…” I said in a rush of embarrassment.

“He’s a lucky man…have a lovely young wife like you…fulfilling his fantasy…so, are you ready?” The man said.

I nodded, but didn’t move.

“Well…take off your shorts…and we’ll get started…” the man said.

I slowly eased my shorts down my hips, I knew he was watching me. I felt as though I was doing a striptease for him, and it made me feel flushed and hot. The man was clearly enjoying the show and made no effort to hurry me. When my shorts were around my ankles, I stepped out of them and stood in front of the man in my panties and T-shirt. The man stood watching me. When I didn’t move, he said “Now your panties…”
 
Slowly, I put my thumbs in the waistband of my panties and eased them down my legs. I could see the lust in the man’s eyes as he watched my pussy being exposed. The man nodded approvingly and said “Nice slit…I’m going to enjoy working on that…” I blushed.

I started to climb into the chair, but the man stopped me. “Better take off your top, too…” When I looked at him with a puzzled expression, he quickly said “I don’t want to spill any ink on your nice T-shirt…” I felt in a kind of horniness, and lifted my T-shirt over my head. My nipples were very hard.

Then while the man watched, I climbed into the chair. “Are you sure you’re going to be able to hold still?” the man asked.
 
“This is going to hurt…you know…” He continued.

“I…I’m not sure…” I stuttered, suddenly feeling scared.

“Well…we better not take any chances…” The man opened a drawer and fished around, pulling out a couple of leather wrist bands. “Here…put these on…” He handed the wrist bands to me, and I fumbled with them, trying to figure out how the straps and buckles worked. The man saw me uncertainty and said “Here…let me do that for you…” Quickly and surely, he buckled the two leather bands around my wrists and locked them in place.

“Now put your hands behind your back…” the man said.

“Why?” I asked.

“Those things aren’t going to do you any good…unless they’re locked together…we’ve got to make sure you can’t move …or you might accidentally hit my hand while I’m working…and that would hurt…not to mention spoil a nice tattoo…” The man smiled meaningfully and I blushed again and put my hands behind my back and waited while the man clipped the two wrist cuffs together.

“There you go…now you can lean back…” the man said.

I tried leaning back, but it was awkward with my hands cuffed behind my back. I was forced to thrust my chest outwards, showing off my lovely breasts. My nipples were as hard as pebbles. I found myself half-sitting on my hands, which lifted my hips out of the chair slightly.

“Perfect…” the man said, surveying my position. “That lifts your pussy up nicely…it’ll make it easier to work on…now just one last thing…and we’ll be ready to go to work…” He rummaged in the drawer again and came back with two more leather cuffs.

“What are those for?” I asked.

“For your legs…of course…you’re going to want to close them pretty badly…once I get started…” the man said.

“Maybe this isn’t such a great idea…” I began.

“Don’t worry about it…” the man interrupted me. “Sure…it’ll hurt a bit…but it’ll all be over before you know it…and you’ll have your husband fantasy fulfilled…now spread your legs wide…” he ordered, before I could protest any more.

I spread my legs. “A little wider…sweet girl…” the man said, smiling. “No need to be bashful…I’m going to get to know …what you’ve got between those legs…pretty well before I’m through with you…”

Reluctantly, I spread my legs even wider. Quickly, the man strapped a cuff around one ankle and locked it to an arm of the chair. He strapped the second cuff around my other ankle and then pulled my legs even wider apart.

“Ouch…that hurts…” I said Amy.

“Not as much as it’s going to…but what did you expect…I’ve got to have room to work on you properly…don’t I…” the man said with a wink.

The man pulled my legs apart until I felt them stretched to their limit, then he locked the second cuff in place. I was spread wide open, the muscles standing out on my shapely legs and my pussy bare and exposed to the man’s gaze and touch. I felt myself breathing more quickly from excitement. The man pulled a stool between my spread legs along with his tattooing kit of needles and ink.

“This is it…” I though, and gritted my teeth. But I was still unprepared for the bite of the first needle. “Owww…” I cried out.

“You think that hurts…just wait till I get going…” the man said, and laughed.

“No…really…that hurts…I don’t think I can take it…” I said.

“Oh…you can take it all right…” The man replied.

“No…please…you don’t understand…I’ve changed my mind…I want you to stop…” I pleaded.

“Too bad…it’s too late for that…you can’t just come parading in here…ask a guy to tattoo your cunt…then strip down for him…tease him with your pretty slit and your tits…and then expect him not to want to finish the job…I’m going to do this…and I’m going to enjoy it…and you’re just going to have to sit back and take it…” As he was talking, the man continued dipping his needle into the ink and then pressing into the flesh of my pussy. Again, and again he jabbed the needle into my pussy lips, staining them with the ink, marking me forever as a sex toy.

“No…Stop…” I began to shout. The man looked annoyed. He reached down to where my shorts lay bunched on the floor and picked up my panties.

“You’re making too much noise…I think we’d better shut you up…” And he stuffed my panties into my mouth. Then he picked up the needle again and went back to work on my pussy. The pain was indescribable. I’d never felt anything like it, but my pussy was throbbing, and not just from the pain. I felt myself growing wet as the man pricked me again and again with the tattoo needle.

The man noticed, too and said “So…I see you’re beginning to enjoy yourself…I thought maybe that’s what was going on …a pain slut…eh? Just looking for a little thrill? Well…believe me…you came to the right place…if you want someone to hurt your pussy…I’m the man for the job…” And he gave my sore pussy a hard slap with the palm of his hand. I screamed into my gag and the man smiled. He held up his hand. It was wet with my pussy juice.

As the man kept working, jabbing between my spread legs with the needle, the pain continued to grow. My pussy felt swollen from the constant pricking of the needle, and it grew more and more sore. But a strange tingling was growing, in my pussy, and also in my breasts. I felt so helpless, so open in front of this man and he was hurting my pussy. I strained against the cuffs on my wrists and ankles. There wasn’t anything I could do to stop him. He could do anything he wanted to me. I felt myself growing more and more aroused.

I lost track of the time. I felt lost in a haze of pain and lust. I wanted the man to stop and wanted him to keep hurting me forever, and to do it harder. But after a while he stood up and surveyed his work.

“Not bad…at least no one will ever wonder what to do with you…once they get into your pants…you’ll never be treated as anything…but a slut…and that’s what you wanted…isn’t it?” he said.

I shook my head, but the man just laughed. “Tell you what I’m going to do…you’re one hot bitch…so I’m going to throw in something extra for free…how would you like to have your nipples pierced?”  

I shook my head frantically.

“Nonsense…it would complement your tattoo perfectly…your husband will love this…a sex toy has to have nipple rings for the guys…to pull on and twist…” " the man said.

He walked over to a table and picked up a piercing gun, then returned to stand between my legs and said “You’ve got a fine pair… I’m going to enjoy hurting them…” I began to thrash against my bonds, shaking my head furiously. The man ignored me and pressed the gun against my left nipple. Then he pulled the trigger.

Pain lanced through my breast. It felt as though he had twisted my nipple off. Yet at the same time I felt a bolt of intense pressure in my pussy. I was panting hard through my nose now, moaning softly but continuously. The man pressed the gun against my right nipple. Another bolt of pain and pleasure. My hips bucked involuntarily. I was covered with a sheen of sweat.

“Why I do think this little bitch almost came…my…my…she does like her pain…good little bitch…” said the man. As he spoke, he pressed a gold ring through each nipple and locked them in place with a pair of pliers. The rings felt incredibly heavy to my sore nipples.

“Let’s see if I can get you to cum…” The man picked up the tattoo needle again. I shook my head, my eyes wild. But without realizing it I began to lift my hips as if offering my pussy to the needle. The man took one of my new nipple rings in his fingers and began to pull on it, then twist it. I cried out into my panty gag, then moaned loudly. The man continued to work the nipple ring until I was mewling in pain and lust. Then suddenly, without warning, he pushed the tattoo needle into my clit. The pain tore through me, but so did a tremendous orgasm, washing over me, overwhelming the pain, and nearly causing me to pass out.

“Good…a very good sex toy indeed…” The man smiled down at me as I lay bound in the chair, still panting from my orgasm. “I think you have real potential…bitch…now let’s see what you can do for me…”

He took the panties out of my mouth. I felt too worn out from my orgasm to do more than protest weakly.

“Please let me go…please don’t do anything more to me…he can return anytime…” I pleaded.

“Yes…he can return anytime…” The man laughed as he untied my ankles and pulled me from the chair onto the floor. He stood towering over me as I knelt in front of him. I could see the bulge in his jeans, and I knew what he meant to do. I was scared and confused and excited. My pussy and my nipples throbbed, partly from the lingering pain of the needles and partly from desire, as the man unzipped his pants. I couldn’t take my eyes away from the man’s crotch as he reached into his pants and pulled out an enormous cock. My pussy throbbed harder.

“Open your mouth…sex toy…” the man said. I looked up at him fearfully and shook my head.
 
The man looked down at me and smiled, slowly he reached down and took my right nipple between his fingers. Slowly he began to squeeze. And then he began to twist it, harder and more roughly. Pain shot through my breast. I moaned, and opened my mouth. The man pushed his enormous cockhead between my parted lips. It filled my mouth completely. The salty, bitter taste excited me, I began to suck, almost instinctively, and swirl my tongue over the hard cock, worshipping it. The man moaned and smiled.

“Let’s see how much you can take…Sex Toy…” He grabbed my hair with both hands and began to push his cock deeper into my mouth. When it reached my throat, I gagged and tried to pull back, but he wouldn’t let me.

“Oh no…you don’t…you don’t pull away from this cock…” He pulled harder on my hair, forcing his cock hard against my throat. I choked and struggled, but he kept pushing, and slowly his cock pushed its way into my throat. My pussy was on fire. I longed to be able to touch it, to push my fingers into my wet hole, to pinch my clit, anything to give myself another orgasm. But my hands were cuffed behind my back and I was helpless on my knees in front of this man. He was using my mouth for his pleasure. My struggles and choking only seemed to turn him on more, to make him aware of his power as he dominated me.

“Oh yeah…sex toy…take it…take that cock down your throat…” He grunted with the effort of ramming his huge cock down my throat. He kept pushing until my face was pressed tight against his pubic hair, his cock buried all the way in my throat. Then he began to pull out, only to ram his cock hard back down my throat. He throat fucked me savagely, pulling on my hair, ramming his cock in and out of my mouth. I choked and gagged and drooled around his cock. My mind felt hazy, though I couldn’t tell whether it was from being choked or from the lust that was building in my guts from being used like this by a strong man. And then he began to cum down my throat. Ropes of salty sperm erupted from his cock. He pushed his cock all the way down my throat and came there, feeding me his cum. Then he pulled out and sprayed the rest of his cum over my face, coating my cheeks and lips.

I expected him to drop me then, but instead he dragged me over to his workbench. The man forced me to lean over his workbench. He then hooked the rings through my nipples to clips on the bench, effectively tying me bent over the bench. I could move around some, but every movement either made the rings tug at my nipples or pressed my soft breasts into the hard wood of the workbench. The man stood behind me, enjoying the sight of me bent over with my wrists bound behind me and my freshly tattooed pussy exposed. Cum dripped from my face.
 
“Reema…it’s time to have another tattoo…too bad Sajid is not here to enjoy my artwork…but I promise he’ll love my artwork…and so will you…” he said and smiled.
 
‘Wait a minute…he just mentioned me by my name…does he know me…how he gets my name…he also mentioned Sajid by his name…does he know Sajid…is he one of his friend’s…’ I thought. Seeing me lost in my thought he said “Don’t panic…I know Sajid since we were five…when you were busy with Ajeet…Sajid called me…we put a little set up…but I must say…he has a great taste…you’re real sex toy…” and with that he started working with needle on my back. Soon he finished the second tattoo just above my ass which was a mixture of mine and Sajid name: Sameera. ‘Sa’ was written in Hindi while the other letters were written in English.   
 
He unclipped my nipples and dragged me over to a stool, he bent me over it on my back. My head hung back over the edge, a couple of feet off the ground. He pulled my bound wrists under the stool and tied them there. Then he tied my legs so they were spread wide open. He slid his belt free of the loops around his waist. I looked up at him fearfully.
 
“Now I’m going to teach you more about what a woman is made for…” he said. He grinned as he unzipped his pants and pulled out his cock. He didn’t even bother taking his pants off, he simply walked over to me and straddled my face. His cock rubbed against my face and began to grow. I shook my head in disbelief, but the motion simply made the man’s cock grow even bigger and harder. It was enormous, and soon the entire hard length was rubbing back and forth over my face.

And I was moaning, moaning with desire. The feeling of his thick cock on my face was turning me on. I couldn’t believe it. Yet I couldn’t deny the feeling. It was overwhelming: I wanted the cock between my lips; I wanted to taste it, to feel it forcing its way down my throat. I wanted to choke on it and gag and lick it with my tongue and make it feel good. I wanted to be forced to admit that this is what my mouth was made for: to pleasure a cock. Any cock. I moaned again. The man began to press his crotch against my face, his cock rubbing over my cheeks and nose. Then he started entering his cock in my mouth, his cock surged down my throat in a single thrust. I gagged, and the man began to hump my face.

The man smiled as he watched me bound naked on my back over a stool, my legs were tied wide apart displaying my freshly tattooed pussy. The man rubbed his belt against my gash. It was soaking wet. He smacked my pussy sharply with the belt and I squealed around his cock in my mouth. He smacked my cunt again, and then again, each time harder than the last. I screamed and choked, my pussy burning under the leather belt. But I also felt myself getting wetter and wetter as the man whipped my pussy. I moaned and gagged, and the sensation seemed to drive him wild. He began thrusting harder and deeper into my open mouth. I felt myself going lightheaded. My groin was on fire, building toward another orgasm.

Then the man began to cum. I felt him pump his cum into my mouth and down my throat. I gagged and choked, and cum ran out of the corners of my mouth, but most of it forced its way down my throat and I swallowed it. He beat my cunt again, and I came: a blinding orgasm that left me panting as if I would never catch my breath again. His cock slid out of my mouth; my face was covered in cum.

Slowly the man untied me. I was sore and stiff all over, and I was so weak I could barely stand. But I’d never felt more alive. I knew I’d discovered something about myself. I knew I’d truly been made to be a sex toy, a plaything for mans, who could do anything he wanted to me, and had. I couldn’t find my panties, so I pulled on my shorts over my bare, tattooed crotch. The seam of the short rubbed against my sore, swollen pussy. My T-shirt rubbed against my freshly pierced nipples, the rings standing out prominently through the thin cotton.
 
 
He called Sajid and as I was waiting for Sajid arrival he took the memory card from his mobile and handing it to me he said “Sajid asked me to record everything…everything is in the memory card…if you want you can check my mobile…I can live with your memories…”
 
“I think…I can trust you…I don’t need to check your mobile…” I replied, and saw Sajid entering the shop. The man helped me to the car and soon we were heading towards Sajid house.
 
Reema narration ends:
 
“Yash let me cook something for lunch…then I’ll continue the remaining adventure…” Reema said and went to the kitchen to prepare lunch.
 
The Dares- 4 Coming Soon

[kittepo]

that was an awesome dare -- Super

[kamdev99008]

Great narration with tragic or dramatic consequences

If the ending is realistic... Both reema and yash will taste the fruits of the seeds sown by them... The tragedy of life
Because of her videos go viral and someone find a clue

If the end is dramatic.... Writer can fulfill her own or reader's fantasies..... Anything manipulated with happy ending

[Sexual animal]

omg wht is ths rubbish update

lovd ur story till dares -2
n
lovd until tatoong on pussy (above pussy is good )

do one thng pierce ur nipple - u wil be nt even able to write story bcoz of pain

n dnt needle into ur penis head just tap needle to it - u wil see stars

here he pushes needle in to clit ! do u knw blood wil com out of tht nt pussy juice

stop followng stupid west harsh bdsm stories

dnt say its fictional if a women loves submision tht does'nt mean she lovs piercng anythng into body tht too sensitv part

by readng ur story ppl thnk women get orgams by harsh treatment

wht is tht sameera ! do u thnk if any one sees tht tatoo wil understnd sajid n reema combind u jst destroyd aurelius motive by ths dares 3 updat just delet ths post

[kamdev99008]

reema dear.//..................................update next

[kittepo]

Any updates?

[Calypso25]

Reema,

You have vanished. Please update.

[Raj28]

Super

[The Prince]

The best ever sex story i had read
Writer ji... My humble request
Please continue the story

[reema4uhoney]

The Saga of Reema Continues

 
I’d to rush back as Yash met with an accident, he was in bed for six months. After his recovery Yash was transferred to Planning Section as Assistant Director, which had ten employees. The Director was in his 40s and everyone else was in their 20s. Yash and his team were given the responsibility of planning the upcoming construction project in Madhya Pradesh. They had started the planning when the country was lockdown due to COVID- 19. As, the entire team had laptops/ computer in their homes, they decided to work from home, they installed SKYPE so that they can chat face to face with any of the guys at any time.

Next day Yash installed a webcam and attached it to a shelf above his monitor, his desk was against a wall near the entrance to the small office. As such, the webcam was fairly non- intrusive, the webcam wasn’t pointing into a hallway or any commonly used areas. All that people would see would be him if he were sitting at his desk, and the remainder of the office, which contained a bookshelf, a closet and little else. 

Next day in the evening Yash was happy as working from home was a big success. Before long, it was just the standard routine for them. On Wednesday Yash dress for work to remain professional, around 9:30 he went into his office and turn on the cam and microphone and began working. Around 4:00 pm he’d turn the camera and mic off, outside of normal work hours all of the entire planning section would periodically sign into chat, mostly it was to do legitimate work. Yash would often turn on the camera for an hour or so at night, and for several hours on the weekend. He never used the microphone outside of normal work hours to avoid it being too intrusive or accidentally picking up our private conversation. But just being able to see his colleagues and interact with then in real time was something that I could tell he enjoyed.

One night, I and Yash were reading in bed. I got up to get a different book, I went into his office and a minute later was back in bed reading. A couple minutes later Yash got up to get a drink and I handed him my book and told him I changed my mind about reading it and asked if he’d return it for me. So, Yash went to the office and put the book back on the shelf, as he turned around, he noticed that the red light on the cam was on. Yash didn’t think too much until he gets into the hall, when he remembered that I was just in there. He then considered what I was wearing; just a t-shirt and panties. I’d gotten rid of my bra and pants when I got into bed.     

“Honey…did you realize that I left the cam on?” Yash asked as he re-entered the bedroom.

“No…I’m sorry…did you turn if off?” I asked.

“No…but do you realize that you were just in there?” Yash asked, as he deliberately glared at my bare legs.

I could see the light go on in his head as he understood what he was saying, his jaw dropped and he stood there for a moment with his mouth agape as he considered what somebody might have seen. Reema was smiling, finally she said “Oops…well…it’s late…nobody was probably watching anyway…”    

“Yeah…but what if they were?” Yash responded.

“Well…then they would have seen me standing there for a moment in my panties…it’s not the end of the world…” I replied.

“I know…but…you could have just as easily gone in there tonight without panties…or topless…or even naked…would you have said ‘oops’ then?” Yash said.

From the tone in his voice, I knew that Yash wasn’t mad and that he was just joking around with me, I smiled and then said “You mean…if I accidentally walked in there topless to get a book…let them all get a glimpse of my boobs? Oops!” I was teasing him back and it was working, he was suddenly hard; them seeing me wearing little or less accidentally was striking his nerve. I picked up on his reaction and pulled down his shorts and started grazing my hand across his balls and cock, and continued talking in an innocent voice. “I might be standing there for several minutes with my boobs out…not knowing that anyone is watching me…meanwhile Wasim and Jatin, and Farooq would all be staring at them…gawking at your wife’s tits…”  I momentarily took my hand off his cock and pulled off my t-shirt, I returned to rubbing his cock while modelling my naked tits for him.

“They would all be seeing my boobs and nipples…just staring at them and memorizing every curve…I might accidentally drop a book on the floor…I wouldn’t even know that they were watching my boobs swat back and forth as I bent over to pick it up…I would be completely unaware as they took screen snapshots of me…they would all have pictures of my bobbies to show their friends and jack off to…” I continued, this was it, Yash lost it and came hard.

Next day Yash was in bed reading and I went to join him, he was casually aware of me getting undressed for bed. I crawl up between his legs from the foot of the bed, and Yash knew that I was in the mood. Yash put his book down and looked at me, I was smiling and said “I need to get a book to read…but I think you might have left the cam on…”

Yash looked at me and could see that I was really turned on by the thought of going in there again where one or more of his juniors might see me dressed only in a thin t-shirt and panties.

“Do you know if anyone is still online?” I asked.

“Well…I just left…both Jatin and Farooq were working away…so they’re still probably online…” Yash replied. “I need to see this…” Yash said as he got up out of bed.  

“Do you want to watch the screen…so you can see if they’re online…whether they notice?” I asked.

“Yeah…that’d be great…but…I don’t want to be seen…” Yash replied.

“I know…I can turn the monitor so you can see it…still be out of view…” Saying that, I went into his office, hugged the wall as I approached his desk to remain out of view and turned the monitor 90 degrees. I exit the office and Yash snuck in the same way to look at the monitor, sure enough, Jatin and Farooq were still online, actively chatting about some issue. They seemed to be in disagreement about whether some method belonged in one class or another.   

Yash returned to the monitor while I went to get ready. I returned just wearing a sexy matching set of black lace bra and panties, I looked absolutely delectable. Yash could see a lot of pinkish skin beneath my bra but my nipples were largely hidden by the lace pattern. My panties concealed everything in the front, but when I turned around to show Yash my back, he realized that much of my butt was exposed. It wasn’t exactly a thong, but only about the top third of my ass was covered.

“Oh…fuck yeah…you look fantastic…” Yash said.

I walked into the room and flicked on the light, I passed as a blur in front of his desk as I made my way to the bookshelf. I then stood in front of the bookshelf, looking at the books, with my face out of view, I asked “Well?”
Yash described what he saw, it seemed that the light coming on and me shooting in front of the desk grabbed Jatin and Farooq’s attention. Now they’d stopped chatting entirely and were staring intently at their screens. Yash’s webcam was focused on his chair, but I was only standing five or six feet away so the image was still clear. They could see my cute panty covered butt and my long legs. My ass looked absolutely fantastic and these guys were simply staring at it, memorizing every feature. I took a book off the shelf and looked at the front cover for a moment, then I turned the book over as if I was reading the back cover. As I did this, I slowly turned around and faced the camera but kept my eyes on the book. The guys were still staring at their monitors and hadn’t typed a word since I entered the room. They could now easily see the front of my panties. However, I was holding the book in front of me so my bra-encased breasts were largely concealed.

When Yash told me that I was blocking their view of my top, I held the book off to the side; providing them with an unobstructed view of my bra. I waited a few moments and then very slowly walked out of view of the camera and back into the hall. I immediately came to look at the monitor and could see the guys still staring at their monitors; they were obviously hoping that I would come back in again.  

I stood there watching the guys staring at their monitors for a few minutes and then I asked Yash “Do you think…I should get another book?”

“I think they got their fun…now it’s my turn…” Yash said and started pulling me towards the bedroom, we were instantly all over each other as we were both already highly aroused.

“Anyone said anything about your cam being left on…” I asked Yash, the next evening.

“No…nobody said a word…” Yash smiled and replied.

Over the next few days, we mentioned the episode to each other several times, usually when we were in bed, we were both finding it exciting and it was clear that Yash enjoyed it. We knew it couldn’t happen too often without looking deliberate, but if he accidentally left the cam on every once in a while, we figured that wouldn’t look too suspicious. A few more days passed; it was Saturday and we had just finished our dinner. Yash logged in just to see what was going on and found Wasim online.

“Oh, poor Wasim…is all alone on a Saturday night…I think he could use a little excitement …” I spoke. Yash felt the familiar stirrings of arousal as he thought about what that meant. He quickly put his book down and headed to the office with me. He chatted with Wasim for a couple of minutes, then he typed that he was going to do some reading and go to bed, turned the monitor so I could watch and walked out of the office.  

Wasim was still there, but looked really bored so I figured he could easily log off at any time, I hurried into the bedroom to prepare myself while Yash monitored Wasim. Within minutes I walk into the hallway, I’d on a standard pair of pink panties and nothing else. As soon as Yash saw that I was topless, he looked down to my hands; thinking that maybe I just hadn’t put the bra on yet. There was nothing in my hands, Yash couldn’t help but stare at my breasts and imagine Wasim seeing them. He made no move to stop me, I started walking into the room.  Yash felt a momentary panic as he realized what was about to happen, he looked back to the monitor to see Wasim still sitting there with his chin resting in the palm of his hand. He was pathetically bored. My bare back and panty covered butt appeared on Yash cam as I walked over to the bookshelf. Wasim noticed right away, he moved his face closer to the monitor and he ceased blinking. I just stood there looking at books on the shelf while Wasim ogled my body, with only my panties on; there was a lot of skin showing.

My legs and back were totally exposed and only my butt was veiled by my pink panties. As Wasim stared, Yash gave me a play-by-play account of what he saw. After maybe a half -minute, I pulled out a book and then I casually turned around, revealing my tits. Wasim’s eyes were wide and threatening to leap from his skull. He surely must have checked out my tits before and now he was getting to see them uncovered. I was just standing there with my eyes on the book, knowing that my husband’s co-worker was watching them intently. I turned back around and replaced the book on the shelf, I took a couple of steps towards Yash desk and gave Wasim an even better view of my bare chest, I pulled the chair over to the bookshelf and climbed up to retrieve the book I eyes. I then turned around and jumped off the chair, causing my breasts to bounce up and down; as I slowly pushed the chair back to the desk it was like the camera was zooming in on my breasts.     

Yash was blown away by the view he was getting of my boobs, it wasn’t just a quick glimpse; but a prolonged vision of my nubile body. My breasts were front and center in his field of view, and Yash knew that he was likely capturing the images for further pleasure. With the chair in place, I turned and left the room; as soon as I was out of cam view, I broke into a huge smile. Yash joined me in the hallway and we embraced and kissed, we then headed into the bedroom and started immediately making love.


The next day we talked about it more and decided that we needed to cool it for a bit. Over the next couple of weeks, we accidently left the cam on a couple of times, but I intentionally didn’t enter the room until morning. One of those nights we stayed up for a while just to see how long Yash co-workers would wait up for a chance to see me. Farooq and Jatin had given up after only a half hour but poor Wasim was still on after an hour when we decided to go to bed. Who knows how long he waited up, I was pretty glittered that they were all so interested in seeing me and I was looking forward to give them another show.  


To be Continued......

Well friends, I met with an accident..Now I'm back again...so is the saga of Reema is back....keep enjoying and keep sending your feed back. 

[blackdesk65]

Wao what a writing. Erotic to the core.

[reema4uhoney]

The Saga of Reema Continues

 
Then one evening I decided that I’d waited long enough, it was only about 8 o’clock when I went to Yash and asked if he was ready for another show.

“I am….” Yash replied, and walked into the office and sit back down. He typed a bit and then stood up and turned the monitor again for me to view. Wasim, Jatin and Farooq all three guys were online. I smiled and walked into the bedroom, Yash walked carefully up to the monitor and took a look.

A few moments later I appeared in the hallway with a huge smile on my face, I was completely naked but had a towel dbangd over my right shoulder; the towel obscured my right breasts, but my left breast and my pussy was easily visible. Yash was in shock, as he stood there staring at me, his mind went through the same rigmarole as before. He knew it wasn’t a good idea for me to show my naked body to his co-workers. At the same time, he was very aroused by the thought of these guys seeing me completely naked as he was seeing me now. Yash looked at me, pretending that he was seeing me nude for the first time, he let his eyes roam down from my face to my exposed left breasts, taking in its every curve. His eyes slid down to my tummy and then to my crotch, he could see my patch of trimmed pubic hair and the faint outline of my pussy lips. He then let his eyes drop further to take in the sight of my sexy thighs and long legs, I was truly a sight to behold. Yash finally brought his eyes up to meet mine, I closed my eyes.

A few moments later, I opened my eyes and started walking into the room. All three guys were watching their monitors when I passed rapidly in front of the cam on the way to the bookshelf. All six eyes grew wide as they stared with intense interest at the sight before them. It took only a second before I was at the bookshelf, as I stood there, they all just stared at my naked backside. My buttocks were bare, as were my legs and back; part of my back was hidden by the towel, but otherwise I was completely exposed from behind.

I asked while still facing away from the camera “Did they notice me?”

“Yes…they noticed…they’re all staring at your butt right now…” Yash chuckled briefly at my question before answering.

“Well…does it look like they are enjoying the view or are they just staring…” My butt slightly flinched, then I asked.

“Oh…they’re enjoying the view honey…they also appear to be greatly anticipating you turning around…” Yash replied.

“Yeah…it’s going to take me a minute here…” I replied, with that I stood quietly for a bit, periodically picking up a book, looking at it and putting it back on the shelf. ‘Here goes’ I said and started turning around slowly while looking at the back book cover. And then there I was, standing completely nude in front of the cam while my husband’s three co-workers stared at my body. Two of them had these huge shit-eating grins while the third looked more in awe. Yash couldn’t believe that they were all staring at my naked body, he kept looking at the cam image, knowing that all three of them were seeing that image of me. The only thing they couldn’t see was my right breasts as it was covered by the towel, but my left tit, my lean stomach, my legs and my patch of pubic hair were all being stared at by them. 

I didn’t stand there for long; it was just 20 seconds or so; then I brought my head up from my book and walked just a bit too quickly out the door. And that was it, we hugged and kissed and both returned to watching their expressions as they continued to watch the cam. We watched them for just a minute or two before heading back into the bedroom to recount the event and eventually make love. In the days that followed, none of Yash co-workers said anything. I’d knowingly walked completely naked in front of webcam and pretended to be unaware that Yash’s three co-workers were watching, and none of them said a word to Yash. I can’t say that I was surprised, if it were me, I too would have kept my mouth shut in hopes of future shows.

I knew that I’d to ease up, I couldn’t give a repeat performance too often without it becoming obvious that I knew they were watching. It was July month and Yash decided to get a laptop. So, we went down to a showroom and got a laptop with a built-in camera. After spending the couple of hours necessary to install and customize his usual software packages, he was ready to go. It took us a couple of days to realize that the laptop opened up some new opportunities as the camera was now mobile and no longer confined to the office. I was eager to have more fun. A few days later it happened, I went upstairs one night and saw Yash sitting in bed chatting with a couple of the guys. I told him that I was ready to go to bed and asked him if he was done. Yash said that he was, and then spent a few moments to say goodnight to the guys before turning and placing the laptop on his nightstand. I suspected right away that he was planning something as he left the laptop open.

We exchanged a look that removed any lingering doubt, the laptop and its camera were facing across the bedroom towards my dresser, and it was aimed parallel to the bed. With the bed out of the camera’s view, Yash too remained out of sight as he stripped down, got in bed. I walked out of the bedroom to brush my teeth and wash my face, when I returned, I paused at the door, which was out of camera view, and gave Yash a sexy smile; then I walked into the room, stood by the bed in front of the camera and proceeded to act normally. I even made small talk about the weather and some yard work I wanted Yash to do. The microphone was off- Yash assured me- but I just wanted everything to look as normal as possible in case someone happened to be able to read my lips. I was only standing about four feet in front of the camera, but was not facing it and never seemed to look right at it. Then as we talked half- heartedly, I began unbuttoning my blouse, as the buttons were unfastened; Yash found himself marvelling at my acting skills, the blouse was slowly opening up. When all the buttons were undone; I pulled the shirt off without delay, revealing my plain white bra. I dropped the blouse on the bed as we maintained our conversation, I then put my hands behind my back and unhooked my bra. Yash knew the bra was about to come off and he felt a wave of panic rush over him, it didn’t last long; but for that brief moment he just couldn’t believe that I was going to show my tits again.    

I thought that Yash was used to it by now, but that just wasn’t the case, Yash knew they’d already seen me naked; but he also knew that they were there eagerly waiting for me to pull off the bra so that they could see my tits live again. And I was about to give them that very thrill. We made eye contact and I laughed as if I was laughing from something Yash said and told him to “Knock it off.” And then I slipped the bra straps off my shoulders and dropped the bra on the bed. Yash couldn’t help but stare at my tits as I thought about these guys ogling them. Almost as soon as the bra was off, I began removing my jeans; as I bent over to slide them down my legs, my breasts hung down and rocked gently. It was such an erotic view, not only did my breasts look just mouth-watering delectable more and more skin was appearing as my jeans fell to the floor. Finally, I straightened up again with jeans in hand and placed them on the bed. I was standing perpendicular to the bed and to the camera’s line of fire so the guys had a nice view of my bare legs but couldn’t really see my panty covered butt or pussy.

My panties were nothing extraordinary, just a standard white pair; but as I faced Yash, he could see the faint outline of my pussy lips through them. Even though the guys couldn’t see the same, it made Yash realize just how exposed I was. Just this thin pair of panties was all I’d on while being watched by his fellow co-workers. Meanwhile, I was alternating between facing Yash and making small talk and facing away from the camera and talking about the guys watching me.

“Did I tell you…Pranay and Seema are heading to their hometown next week…I don’t think they will be returning back…How do I look? Do you think they’re still watching?      

Without warning, I hooked my thumbs inside my waistband and pulled my panties down to mid-thigh, then I bent at the waist as I dragged the panties down my legs and stepped out of them. I stood up straight again and dropped the panties into my pile of clothes on the bed, and now I was completely naked, standing sideways in front of the camera. Yash felt a rush of something, perhaps it was anxiety or arousal; whatever it was it caused a slight shiver as it passed through him. He was just lying there watching me and thinking about me standing nude in front of the camera. Standing sideways as I was, he knew the guys couldn’t really see my pussy or my ass; all they could really see was my bare thigh, the curvature of my butt and a side view of my breasts. I collected my clothes on the bed and picked them up, then I turned away from the camera; walked around the foot of the bed and finally out of camera view, giving the guys a fantastic view of my butt along the way. As soon as I was safely out of view, I turned towards Yash with a wicked smile. I was enjoying this game of flashing my body and teasing Yash’s co-workers. I deposited my clothes in the laundry bin, as I turned around, I wore a grin on my face that told Yash I wasn’t yet done.

I walked back towards the camera and removed my facial expressions of enthusiasm just before I re-entered the camera’s view. As I turned the corner of the bed, I faced the camera naked for the first time this evening. I walked straight towards the camera, stopping just a couple of feet in front of it, as I turned my body slightly towards the bed and began to pull the sheets back it hit Yash again. Here I was standing completely naked right in front of a camera, his co-workers were surely staring without a blink at their monitors, taking in the sight. My bare tits were right before them, allowing them to see their full shape and even their firmness as I move around; they can see my semi-erect nipples too. And now they’re getting a nice close-up shot of my pussy, Yash couldn’t believe that they were seeing all of this. By now they’d surely figured out how to record from the webcam and would have this video footage of me. I told Yash that I was going to turn off the light, I turned away from the camera, once again showing them my butt before walking out of camera view.

I flicked the light off, but the bedroom was not pitch black as a hallway light that we always keep on leaves the bedroom in a faint glow. Yash couldn’t shut the laptop now; that would look suspicious, so, he left it on as I walked back over to my side of the bed, right in front of the laptop and got under the sheet. We were immediately all over each other, it felt a bit weird making love with a camera just to the side of us. They couldn’t see anything and yet I knew that they might still be watching their monitors or recording our darkened room. It was another couple of weeks before anything else happened, I didn’t know that Yash had anything planned; I just came into the bedroom one night, consumed by my own house job stresses, and saw Yash on the bed with the laptop.

What caught my attention was actually not Yash, but a piece of blue painting tape stuck to my nightstand. When I asked him about it, he just smiled and said “Go with the flow…” I played along and followed his instructions, Yash stripped down to his shorts and got under the covers, he turned and placed the open laptop on the nightstand at an angle, carefully aligning it with the piece of blue tape. Last time our bed was completely out of view of the camera, now this time, the camera was pointed right at the center of the bed so most of the bed was surely in view. Yash scooted back as far as he could to ensure his head was out of view.

“Yash…what are you doing?” I asked.

“Just wait…” Yash stepped to the side of the camera and broke into a big smile and said, I didn’t know what he’d planned but it was obvious that it involved more stripping in front of the camera. Before I could even start to imagine what he’d on his mind, Yash asked me to step back into camera view, next to the bed and asked me to start undressing. I stepped back into camera view, stood right next to the bed and then I began undressing. I peeled my shirt off quickly, as I stood there with my bra exposed, he said “Did I tell you about Sattar?”   

At first, I though he was just making small talk, so I ignored his question entirely; when it finally dawned on me that it was a real question, I answered without giving it much thought “No…” I answered as I started to slide my pants down my legs. As my bare legs were increasingly exposed, my brain was focused more on the image before me than on the conversation, when I saw a slight smile on his lips, it finally clicked me.

“Is he online now?” I asked.

“Uh-huh…they all are…” Yash replied. I couldn’t believe that there were now four guys watching me undress, I was standing there in just my bra and panties while they were staring at me. And this new guy Sattar was seeing me in a way he never probably imagined.

“So, this Sattar is new and you’re going let him see my tits?” I asked playfully.

“Uh-huh…I think he’ll enjoy seeing your boobs…” Yash answered. As Yash said that, I reached my hands behind my back and unhooked my bra, and then I pulled it off. Once again, my bare breasts were exposed before the camera, as I was facing the bed the camera would only be able to capture a rear-profile view; but I’m sure they were enjoying the sight anyway.

“I’m sure he is enjoying the view…I bet he can’t wait for you to turn around…” Yash said. I paused for a second and then turned and walked away from the camera, I walked to my dresses; which was probably just barely still in camera range, opened my top drawer and looked inside for a moment. Then I closed the drawer, turned back towards the camera and slowly walked to my previous position by the bed, giving the guys a great frontal view of my bare tits.  

“So, what do you think about Sattar having just seen your tits?” Yash asked. I turned my face away from the camera again and smiled without answering, I was turned on by the though of this new guy seeing my breasts. I then grabbed the band of my panties and pulled them down and off my legs, as I dropped them on the bed, Yash stared at my naked body. Now I was standing there completely nude with Yash’s co-workers now four of them watching my every move. I picked up my clothes and walked to the clothes bin, showing them all my butt; as I returned, I faced the camera fully nude for the first time and for the first time in front of Sattar. 

I could only imagine what was going through Sattar’s head, he must be thinking he hit the jackpot. Here is the wife of his co-worker who accidentally left his webcam on, and now his co-worker’s wife stripped all of her clothes off and is walking around completely naked in front of the camera. It must be a dream come true. As I paced around a bit by the side of the bed, Yash continued to marcel at my sexiness and my guts. When I headed out of the room, and soon returned carrying a bottle of body lotion; I walked back to the side of the bed and sat down, with the camera aimed almost straight at my naked body. And then I began applying the lotion, I started by carefully applying it to my face, then slowly worked it into my cheeks, my chin and around my nose and eyes, and across my forehead. I then rubbed some around my ears and then onto my neck, when I raised my arm up to apply some lotion to the back of my neck, one breast bounced deliciously, I moved onto my shoulders and down my arms. And then I began rubbing the lotion onto my breasts, Yash could only stare at the sight with pure amazement, watching my fingers and palms rub back and forth across the tops of my tits, rocking them side to side.


And then I massaged the lotion into the sides of my breasts, repeatedly pushing them inwards and then letting them slide back to their natural position. But when I started to do the underside of my breasts, Yash almost exploded. For him it was so arousing to watch me gently lift my breasts and to watch them jiggle slightly when they returned. I spent a couple of minutes working the lotion all over my breasts and then my tits glistened wonderfully from all of the lotion. I moved on from my tits and rubbed some lotion into my stomach and then moved down to my legs. I spread my legs at about a 60-degree angle and proceeded to work one leg at a time, I started with my right leg; using both hands I worked the lotion all over my thigh. Watching my hands move over the inside and outside of thigh and across the top was nearly as arousing as watching me work the lotion into my tits. I moved down to my knee and then my calf, as I was sitting on the bed, so I needed to lean forward to reach my calf, which induced some fantastic bobbing of my breasts. I then repeated the process on my left leg; again, working all over the thigh with my legs spread apart, and down to my calf.

Yash was so mesmerized watching me that he hadn’t even thought about his co-workers in several minutes. I stood up and quickly applied some lotion to my ass and down the back of my legs. I then briskly walked out of the room with lotion in hand.

As soon as I turned the corner and was safely out of viewing range, I let out a "Whoo!"

“You were absolutely fantastic, honey…” Yash said, with emphasis on the word 'fantastic'.


When I returned, Yash didn’t turn the lights off as I expected, I realized that the show wasn’t over.


To be continued....

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Interesting updates. Hope you recovered from your accident and doing well.