Adultery Shy Indian Wife Opens Up by aurelius1982-COMPLETED

[Ramesh_Rocky]

Chandan was looking away again. How dare he, she thought furiously. And in the anger, unhooked her bra and took it off, leaving her topless. Now her complete bare back was visible to Chandan. She was positive he would say something now, maybe ask her to turn around and allow him to see her amazing boobs again. But no words. Two whole minutes went by, and Bela finally turned, her boobs jiggling before coming to rest facing the window. And she was shocked to see, Chandan was gone! Absent! Not there! Somewhere else!

That really made Bela's blood boil. She looked around to make sure he wasn't hiding behind a wall or in some corner, but no. Chandan was gone. She tiptoed to the door, opened it slightly, and poker her head out to see if he was standing behind it. Nope! He seemed to have gone downstairs.

Bela closed the door and the window and sat on the bed, topless, wearing just her salwar. She was livid at how this afternoon had turned out. She had gone from wanting to tease him a bit, to teasing him a lot, to actually getting topless for him. And he had barely looked at her. In fact he had left the roof! Bela put her bra and kameez back on, and decided to take a nap after all.

Nap done, Bela went downstairs and helped out her mother. At night, she went back to her room, changed out of her clothes and into pyjamas, and fell asleep. She was awoken by some knocking. Waking up blearily, she checked the clock. It was almost 2 am. She wondered who it was.

"Who is it?" she asked.

"Me." said Chandan's voice calmly.

"What do you want?"

"I just want to talk." Chandan said.

"Ok.." Bela said, a bit stymied. "Umm.... talk."

"No, not like this. Face to face." Chandan said.

"I am not opening the door." Bela said emphatically.

"I didn't ask you to open the door. Open the window, and we can talk there, like always." Chandan said.

Bela sat up, thought for a while, and then went to the window. When she opened it, Chandan was standing in front of it.

"Yes, what is it?" Bela asked defiantly.

"You stupid girl! What were you trying to do today?" Chandan asked with a smile on his face.

"What was I trying to do?" Bela responded.

"That's what I am asking you. What was that?"

"I don't know what you're talking about." Bela said.

"Really? You took your kameez off! In the day time. I think I know why you did it." Chandan said, folding his hands.

"Why?"

"You want to see my dick again. And you thought that if you showed me something, I'd respond by showing you something." Chandan rolled the dice.

"Nonsense! I am not interested in seeing your....thing again." Bela said.

"Really? Then what was that whole show about?"

Bela stood there mutely, unable to think of something smart to say.

"Do you like taking your clothes off for me? Is that it?" Chandan asked.

"No... well.... you weren't.... you weren't looking at me or saying anything so I though..." Bela trailed off.

"So you thought you'll get my attention by doing that? Haha." Chandan said.

"Why do you have to be so difficult?" Bela asked, annoyed. "You keep saying such mean things."

"What? I haven't even talked to you in weeks!" Chandan replied.

"And why not? Whatever happened that night.... don't you ever....think about it?" Bela asked blushing at the memory of what she had done.

"Think about it as in?" Chandan cocked his head and asked.

"Well, don't you remember it, think about it.... you know.." Bela said tentatively.

"What's there to think about?" Chandan asked.

"What's there to think about? What's there to think about?" Bela raised her voice, "For the first time in my life, I showed someone my body and you.."

"Not all of it." Chandan interrupted.

"What?" Bela asked, puzzled.

"You said you showed me you body. But you didn't show me all of it. Just your tits." he said.

"So?"

"Well, all I'm saying is.... why not show me the whole thing? Maybe I'll think about it more." he suggested.