Adultery Shy Indian Wife Opens Up by aurelius1982-COMPLETED

[Ramesh_Rocky]

That night, Bela was insatiable in bed, and very loud and expressive. She still did not use any dirty words, but the lust in her voice was amply evident. Neither she nor I spoke about what had happened that night. Finally, at about 4 am, after having sex more times than we ever had on a single night, we both drifted asleep, naked in each others arms.

The next day was a Sunday, and Shyam usually came over for lunch too. But that day, he did not turn up. When I called him up, he said he had gone to the town for some shopping. I told him to make sure and come over for dinner, to which he hesitantly agreed.

At night, when Shyam came over, I waited for half an hour before doing anything. Bela was in shorts and a tank top, working in the kitchen. Half an hour later, I told Shyam we should move to the dining table in the kitchen, and as soon as we got there, I went over to Bela and quietly slipped her shorts down. I pulled them all the way down to her ankles, and she stepped out of them, leaving her completely naked for the waist down.

Shyam and I then got back to talking and admiring Bela's naked ass. He appeared a lot more relaxed. Since we weren't drinking, he now realized that the previous night's events weren't some drunken folly, and both Bela and I were okay with whatever was happening. Once she got done cooking, Bela put her shorts back on and joined us on the table.

From then on, as soon as Shyam came over, I took off Bela's shorts and panties. For the first couple of days, she would cook half naked and then put the shorts back on before joining us for dinner. But later, she stopped doing that too. Bela was now mostly bottomless when Shyam was around, and he got quite used to seeing her naked ass and her shaved pussy regularly.

A week or so later, Bela had gotten so used to the routine that she even stopped wearing anything below her waist in the evenings, and I didn't need to take anything off. Above the waist, she still dressed as usual - a bra, a top and her mangalsutra. Shyam would still ogle at her, but had never made a reference to what was happening, and neither had I. That's when I decided to take a step further.

One night, as Bela was cooking, I went over to her and started pulling her top off.

"Wait." she said, and I stopped, wondering if I had crossed some limit. But she continued, "My hands have spices all over them and it will mess up the top. Let me wash my hands."

So she took a couple of steps to the kitchen sink, washed her hands, dried them, and the raised her hands. I took her top off and she got back to cooking, wearing just a bra. And of course the mangalsutra. Shyam seemed to love it all of course. That night, Bela walked around the house, cooked and even had dinner with us wearing just the bra. She was completely naked otherwise, and even through the bra, the shape of her amazing tits was very clear. For the next few days, that's how Bela would be when Shyam was around. In just a bra.

As expected, taking this next step made Bela even randier in bed. I would wake up almost every morning to find my wife naked, with my dick in her mouth. And having sex two times in the morning before heading off to work became common.

We all knew what the next step would be. Getting her completely naked. So far I had been escalating things one by one, and both Bela and Shyam had been passive participants in our kinky little game. I decided to prolong their agony a bit. Almost two weeks went by, and things stayed the same. Bela would be in a bra and nothing else. Shyam would stare at her all the time, and I was sure he jacked off every night thinking about her body and her beautiful face.

After two weeks, I decided it was time. Bela had finished cooking and joined us at the table for dinner, with only her bra on, and the mangalsutra resting in her cleavage. Halfway through dinner, I nonchalantly reached behind Bela's back, and unhooked her bra with my left hand. Bela got a very serious expression on her face and kept staring at her plate. I then moved the straps down through her arms to her elbow and her bra cups fell forward, exposing her boobs to Shyam.

Shyam for the first time made an appreciative noise, moaning slightly. He stopped eating and kept staring at her boobs for a few minutes. Bela meanwhile took the bra off carefully, and put it on the chair next to her. She was now completely naked. Shyam finally got back to eating, but his eyes were glued to Bela's boobs the whole time. Finally, we got done with dinner and Bela, still naked went to the kitchen sink and started washing the dishes.

Now that the final line had been crossed and Shyam had seen her naked, Bela almost stopped wearing clothes around the house altogether. She would cook naked, clean naked, stay naked during the day, and when Shyam came over, she was fully naked. The only thing she wore was the mangalsutra, the necklace married women wear, and seeing her clad only in that somehow made things seem even kinkier. And things in the bedroom got crazier than ever.