Adultery Shy Indian Wife Opens Up by aurelius1982-COMPLETED

[Ramesh_Rocky]

"Thank you, Bela-ji." he said gratefully. "I really needed that."

Shyam put his dick back in his pants, zipped up and got up to leave. Bela walked with him, naked to the door to see him off. At the door she gave him a peck on the cheek, he pecked her on the cheek, and then he left.

Obviously, I also had a raging hard-on, having seen my wife act so sluttily. When she came back from the door, I pounced on her, threw her on the couch and fucked her right there. I then went down on her, making her cum again. We fucked two more times that night, before both of us, exhausted, fell asleep naked on the couch.

I woke up thirsty in the middle of the night. It was a little past 4 am. I rolled Bela over carefully off my arms and went to the kitchen to get some water. As I was drinking from the bottle in the fridge's light, I noticed Bela walk up next to me as well. I gave her the bottle and she started drinking hungrily from it too. Once we quenched our thirsts, we walked together to the bedroom. I lay down, and Bela put her head on my chest and her arm around me.

"Bela." I said.

"Uh huh?" she replied.

"You sure had a good time today, didn't you?" I asked.

She didn't say anything.

"Well?" I asked and she stayed silent for a few moments, and then spoke,

"I feel strange talking about it." she said in a shy voice. "I hope you don't think I am a character-less woman or something."

"Haha, No." I said laughing, "Not at all. In fact I love this new side of you. So what made you think of doing that?" I asked.

"I don't feel like talking about it. It's happened so recently." she said, her voice muffled as her face was now completely hidden in my chest.

I didn't say anything. We lay there like that for a few more minutes. Then I asked her,

"Bela, I am the first man you've had sex with, right?"

"Yes. First and only. You saw the blood on the wedding night." she answered.

"What about...." I said trying to pick the right words, "what about things less than sex?"

She stayed silent. I repeated my question, and she raised her head, looked into my eyes and said,

"What do you mean by things less than sex?"

"You know.... like with Shyam today. Other erotic stuff." I explained.

She buried her face in my chest again and said nothing. I coaxed her a bit, she blushed and refused to speak. She said I would think she was a slut before marriage. I waved away that response. Finally, after convincing her that I was asking about her past only because it turned me on, not because I meant to judge her, I got the story out of her. But that's a different story.