Adultery Shy Indian Wife Opens Up by aurelius1982-COMPLETED

[Ramesh_Rocky]

"Nothing or sorry? If it was nothing, no need to be sorry. If you are sorry, it can't have been nothing." I said, pointing my finger at him.

Shyam looked at me, panic dripping from his face. I saw a couple of beads of sweat appear on his forehead. He stayed silent. I stared at him for a few seconds, letting him panic a little more.

"Tell me something." I said "Do you think my wife is hot?"

"Sir?" he blurted out, now shaking a little.

"It's a simple question. Do you think my wife is hot? Is she beautiful?"

"No sir....yes sir..." he said.

"No sir or yes sir? Can't be both, Shyam. Just answer me honestly. I'm not going to eat you alive, you know. Is Bela beautiful?"

Bela could hear all this, but she had kept on cooking, without stopping or looking back.

"Yes, Sir. Sorry, Sir." Shyam said, wiping his forehead.

"There's nothing to be sorry about, Shyam. Of course she is beautiful. Relax. I am not offended that someone finds my wife hot." I said, and downed the drink.

Shyam's drink was almost finished too. So I took the bottle and poured us both some more.

"Have a drink." I said. "You look like you need it."

Shyam gladly took the glass and downed about half of it in one gulp. I started sipping mine and started talking about something at work.

Five minutes later, I asked him nonchalantly,

"Shyam, don't you think that Bela has the most amazing ass you have ever seen?"

Shyam almost spit his drink out, in shock. Even Bela froze for a second, before continuing with her cooking.

"Sir, I think I'll get going." Shyam said, now in panic again.

"Nonsense. Stay seated. Now answer me. Does my wife have the most amazing ass you have ever seen?" I asked in a slightly raised voice.

"Sir, I think we have both had a lot to drink and..." he said, starting to get up.

"SIT DOWN!" I yelled and he sat down at once. "Now answer my question. Look at her ass."

Shyam reluctantly turned his head and looked at Bela's ass.

"Tell me what you think." I continued.

"Sir...I.... I mean....please sir....I...." Shyam stuttered,

"I know what you are trying to say. You haven't really seen her ass well enough to make that judgment. Isn't that right?" I asked, getting up.

Shyam shrank back in horror, probably scared that I was going to hit him. But instead I walked towards Bela and stood behind her.

"I agree that you haven't seen enough to make a judgment. So let me help you." I said, and grabbed the bottom of the back of the legs of her shorts in each hand. I then pulled them up, rolling them in my hand, until half of each asscheek was visible, with a bit of her panties. "So now do you think her ass is the most amazing one?"

Shyam kept staring at Bela's ass with his mouth open. At this point, I expected Bela to say something to me in protest or slap my hands away. Instead, she just kept doing whatever she was doing, as if oblivious to everything. I finally let go of her shorts and they rolled back down.

"Well, it seems like you still can't decide. Maybe because...." I said, putting one hand on my chin pensively "...you still haven't really seen her ass."

And then I did what I had been imagining myself doing for days. I put my fingers into Bela's waistband and pulled her shorts and panties down, until they were bunched up around her lower thighs. Her naked ass was now on full display for Shyam to see. Bela froze for a couple of seconds, as if trying to decide something. I was positive she would put and end to it. But to my amazement, she unfroze and then kept cooking.

I smiled, walked back to the table and sat down. Shyam was still staring at Bela's beautiful ass, like a kid staring at ice cream. Bela was standing there, her naked ass exposed, her shorts and panties bunched around her thigh, as she kept cooking. I started admiring Bela's ass too, this time in completely new light. Ever since I discovered Bela's hidden exhibitionist tendencies, I had been thinking about exposing her to Shyam for a while, but hadn't been sure if I could actually go through with it.

And now that I had, Bela had reacted to it very calmly. I was reminded again of the time the fruit seller woman caught us. Bela did not panic then, and did not panic now. Instead, she seemed to be filled with the kind of confidence that she otherwise never displayed. As if exposing herself raised her self-esteem.

All three of us stayed like that for about ten minutes. Shyam and I both admiring Bela's ass, and Bela cooking. Finally Bela said,

"Dinner is ready."

She then bent in her waist, pulled her shorts back up and started serving dinner. We all ate dinner in silence, and then Shyam left.