Adultery Shy Indian Wife Opens Up by aurelius1982-COMPLETED

[Ramesh_Rocky]

As time progressed, she even let her clothes get shorter and skimpier....by her standards of course. Some of you might laugh at the thought of a woman wearing a tank-top and a knee-length skirt outdoors being considered risque or bold. But for my small town shy wife, it was a big deal. In a few days, she almost stopped wearing saris and salwar kameez altogether, wearing them only when we had to go shopping or go watch a movie. Even for those occasions, she often started wearing jeans and t-shirts. At home, she was always in shorts or skirts.

Our sex life was getting a wee bit raunchier too. Bela now started making the first move quite frequently. Often I'd be sitting watching TV and she'd get done with cooking, walk to me, take off her top and straddle me. Sometimes she'd kneel in front of me, take out my dick and start sucking it. During sex, she started saying things like "yes, right there" or "harder, faster" or "yes, that speed is perfect". She started taking the initiative in changing positions during sex. And best of all, she started shaving her pussy regularly.

All this meant that we'd be in a heightened state of arousal most of the time that we were home. There would be a lot of cuddling, kissing, fondling, and of course actual sex. So once when I had gone to the town alone, I bought some porn CDs. When I showed them to my wife, I expected her to at least feign some shock or disgust, but instead, she was very intrigued. She admitted that she had seen a couple of porn films with some of her (female) friends in college, but when I started playing one of the CDs, she looked shocked and said these were way more explicit. I then realized that she had only seen some softcore porn.

In one of the porn CDs, the girl and her boyfriend are on a hike, and they start making out right there in the open, and end up having sex on the grass. Bela seemed to have liked this one a lot. So it gave me an idea. The next day when we went for a walk, I pulled her into my arms and kissed her. She resisted, saying, what if someone sees us? I told her to shut up, and that no one has ever come here. So she agreed and we kissed.

For the next couple of days, we kissed regularly, and Bela again seemed to be getting into the groove of things, often taking the initiative of kissing me. So I pushed it up a notch. The next time when we kissed, I slipped my hands into her shorts and fondled her lovely ass. She did not object at all, which I liked. I then put my hand up her top and massaged her bra-covered boobs, which she also seemed to like.

I was about to try something else, but Bela whispered into my ears that she was getting very horny and we should go home right away and have sex. I obliged, and we almost sprinted home and had some great sex.

In the next few days, our walks got more and more interesting. I started slipping my hands into Bela's clothes regularly and for long durations, and she did not protest. One day I went further and slid her shorts and panties down to around her thighs, exposing her butt. She immediately reached to pull them up, but I held her hands and said there's no one around. She stopped struggling, and stayed in my embrace, the evening sun beating down on her exposed and lovely butt.

I then reached down and started fingering her, only to notice she was already wet. That delighted me and I fingered her for a while, making her cum right there in my arms. After that I let her pull her shorts up and we continued our walk. The next day, when it was time for our walk, Bela asked me,

"Are you going to....do that again?"

"Do what?" I asked, feigning ignorance.

"You know." she said looking down shyly "What you did yesterday."

"What did I do yesterday?" I said, wanting her to say it out loud.

"Slip my shorts down and expose my butt." she said blushing.

"Hmm... why do you ask? Do you not want me to do it again?" I asked

"You're my husband. Whatever you want is fine. I was just thinking that if you are going to do it, I'll wear a skirt. It'll be easier to cover up in case someone walks by." she said.

"Great idea, Bela!" I said.

So she wore a skirt. Not too short. Hemline about 2 inches above her knee. But it was pleated, so it gave me good access. When we reached a remote spot, I reached under her skirt and took her panties off. She was blushing, but did not protest. I then held her skirt up with one hand and fingered her with another. From then on, she started going for the walks in skirts and without any panties on. She also started wearing only tank-tops and her t-shirts were confined to the closet.

The next step was taking off an article of her clothing and getting her semi-naked outdoors. I tried it one day, by starting to pull her tank-top off. She made some cursory protesting noises, but willingly raised her hands to make it easier for me to get her topless. She walked topless for a few minutes, with me playing with her exposed boobs, but then said she felt uncomfortable so I let her put her top back on.

A few days later, I tried to take her skirt off and get her completely naked, but she protested. I knew that if I raised my voice and insisted, she would obediently do it. But I didn't want to force her into anything using my position as the commanding husband. So I didn't push for it. One day, I did however take her behind a tree and asked her to give me a blowjob. Which she willingly did.

And for a week or so after that, we were at that state of boldness. She'd get topless, go panty-less, let me raise her skirt and expose her ass, let me finger her and she'd give me a blowjob out in the open. I was sensing that she might soon be ready for something more, when it happened. After weeks and weeks, we finally encountered another human being.

I was leaning against a tree, with my pants down, and my dick in Bela's mouth as she sucked on it hungrily. She was on her haunches. Her top was off and in my hands, and her boobs were on display. A distance away I spied some movement. I slowly turned my head and saw that it was a young village woman, with some sort of a basket on her head, walking towards us a couple of hundred meters away. I thought about warning Bela, but then decided to stay silent and see what would happen.