Adultery Shy Indian Wife Opens Up by aurelius1982-COMPLETED

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Shy Indian Wife Opens Up Ch. 06


In the morning, the bright sunlight did little to lift Bela's spirits. She was still saddened and horrified at how she had defiled herself the previous night. She kept berating and scolding herself, and would have kicked herself hard, had that been possible. For a while, she even contemplated going to her mother and confessing to everything. Maybe her mother would advice her. What scared her though, was the fact that her mother believed in sharing everything with her father. And if he found out, there was no telling how he would react. Maybe he'd get her married hurriedly to the first loser who approached him.

But as the days went by, Bela's anxiety about that night reduced. Chandan kept his word and stopped stalking her on the roof, now that she had shown him her tits. He kept out of her way in general, even when she encountered him in the neighborhood by chance. Bela focused on this positive outcome of that night, and stopped torturing herself with regret. In fact, a month after the incident, Bela started thinking about it, and replaying it in her mind. It started exciting her and turning her on (when I asked her if she masturbated while thinking about that night, she looked scandalized and said NO, looking very upset, but I think she is just too shy to admit it).

So the excitement of that night was on her mind one day when she went up to the roof in the afternoon to get something from her room, and saw Chandan on his side of the roof with a broom, sweeping it. When he saw her coming, he stopped sweeping, looked at her, smiled at her and went back to sweeping. She smiled, went to her room, came out, and before going back down, lingered for a while. She admits that she was hoping he would talk to her, or at least look at her. But he was ignoring her and focusing on sweeping. I wonder if he was sort of playing "hard to get" or if he really had decided to leave her alone.

Whatever his reasons, his giving Bela a cold shoulder ticked her off a little. She stayed on the roof, pretending to examine some potted plants, waiting for him to make the first move. After all, she had exposed herself to him, and let him spray her with his semen. He should make some mention of it, she thought, or at least ogle at her. But he refused to blink.

The resentment at being ignored, combined with the excitement she had felt at the events of that night, set off something in Bela's head. She went downstairs and told her mother she was going to take a nap upstairs, and she would do her chores later. her mother didn't think much of it, and waved her away.

When Bela went back upstairs, Chandan was still sweeping the neighbors' roof. He saw her come back upstairs but didn't stop. She walked to her room and shut the door, bolting it. She rested against the door, and thought a bit about what she was thinking of doing. Normally, she would have thought it stupid, reckless and even cheap. But she justified it to herself by thinking she was just doing it to teach Chandan a lesson.

She walked to the window and opened it. Bright sunlight flooded her room, filling her with some trepidation. Some things just seem more do-able and proper in the darkness of the night. But daylight seems to strip them of their pretense and expose them as dirty. Bela almost chickened out. But then she saw Chandan glance at the open window, and keep sweeping, which brought back to her mind the original intent of what she wanted to do.

Bela was wearing salwar kameez that day, with a dupatta (a long scarf) tossed over her shoulders and resting on her boobs. Standing at the window, she slowly took the dupatta off and threw it behind her. Chandan had been watching from the corner of his eye. As soon as Bela got rid of the dupatta, he stood still and stared at her. She stared at him. The two of them stared at each other, standing still, like two cowboys in old Westerns.

After some staring, Chandan probably worked out what had gotten Bela to do what she did. His ignoring her. Maybe he had been ignoring her on purpose all along, waiting for her to make the first movie. He realized that it was working, and went back to sweeping.

Bela stood there, a bit frustrated. She thought that when he saw her take her dupatta off, he would come running to his usual position and stand there. Maybe cajole her to take something off. At which point, she would laugh at him and close the window. But Chandan had ignored her again, except for a few minutes of staring. Bela realized she needed to up the ante.

She reached for her kameez, which went down to below her knees and started pulling it up gradually. Chandan noticed it and stopped sweeping. Bela pulled it up, until it was at waist level, then stopped. Chandan stared. She stared back. A minute went by, and Bela started pulling it upwards, exposing her stomach. She paused again. Chandan went back to sweeping. That really annoyed Bela. She dropped the kameez back down, and closed the window angrily.

This had not gone how she had planned it. What Bela had in mind, without knowing the exact term back then, was being a "cocktease". She had planned to make Chandan think she was going to flash him. That would make him stop what he was doing and come running to her. And then she would laugh at him, close the window and revel in his annoyance at being left hanging. Instead, she was the one annoyed. Chandan had played her perfectly.

Bela fumed for a while, and then opened the window again. She saw that he was done sweeping, and was standing a distance away smoking. When she opened the window, he looked at her for a moment and then looked away. Bela stood there, waiting for Chandan to say something. But he was not even looking at her.

Bela decided she needed to take some drastic action. She turned around, so that her back was facing the window. Then, she unbuttoned the kameez from behind and pulled it off. She turned her head to look at Chandan, and sure enough, he was looking at her intently. She smiled turned her face straight, and stood like that, her back, bare except for the bra straps, towards him. Surely this had caught his attention. She stood like that for a minute, and then turned her head to look at him. Sadly for her, there was more to be annoyed about.