Adultery Shy Indian Wife Opens Up by aurelius1982-COMPLETED

[Ramesh_Rocky]

Bela, taken aback at seeing a strange man with me, jumped behind the door and said,

"Why didn't you say someone was with you?" she asked in a slightly upset tone of voice.

"I was going to, but you opened the door at once." I said, stepping inside the house. "Anyway, this man is here to install broadband cables in our house."

I beckoned him to come in, and he walked inside, eyes still firmly planted on the floor. Bela grabbed the tucked portion of her towel with both her hands and stood there. I expected her to run inside and get dressed. But she just stood there, with a flushed expression on her face. And I realized, she was enjoying how the man was feeling uncomfortable at the sight of her clad only in a wet towel.

I led the man towards the main phone line, showed him where the television was. He followed me, very consciously trying not to look at Bela. Bela, instead of going and getting dressed, surprised me and followed us! As I registered her presence behind me, i looked at her with raised eyebrows. The man also sneaked a peek at her, and then looked away.

"I just want to know where the wires will be." Bela said feebly, as if giving an excuse for her presence. I smiled in my mind, and kept instructing the man about the layout. Bela followed us all the while, her wet hair dripping water all over the floor. By then, the man had gotten comfortable enough to look at her once in a while, although he was still careful not to stare openly.

Bela, who until then seemed to have a plain expression on her face, seemed to be getting slightly annoyed. I was not sure why. For a while, I wondered if she wanted me to take the lead, take the towel off and expose her nakedness to the guy. But that seemed a little excessive, given Bela's current mood, and even if that was what she wanted, it seemed too risky. The games with Shyam, a colleague who could be trusted, were one thing. But doing too much in front of this man, whom I did not know at all, could be fraught with danger. I ignored Bela's annoyed look and kept leading the guy around the house.

"Alright, I will start laying the cables right away." The guy said after I had finished explaining the whole layout to him.

"I'll go get dressed." Bela said in an almost throaty voice, and started walking away. And that's when she did something small but significant.

As she walked away, the wet towel wrapped tightly around her body was accentuating her magnificent ass. Both the guy and I could not resist out male instincts to gaze at her ass as it sashayed away. But a few seconds later, Bela stopped. I watched, spellbound as she untucked the end of the towel that was holding it up, caught the other end in her hand, and opened the towel, holdings its ends on either side of her body for a brief moment. The towel was still covering her nakedness from where the guy and I were standing. And then instantly, she wrapped it again, tighter, tucked it in and resumed walking.

And then I realized why Bela had seemed annoyed. I remembered how she got upset at Chandan for not paying too much attention even when she was exposing herself. I guessed that she felt the guy here was doing the same thing. She wanted him to openly stare and ogle at her. Instead he had been taking peeks at her discreetly, which I saw but she probably did not. And so she had pulled this little unwrap-rewarp stunt to tease him.

I looked at the guy and his eyes were about to pop out. He did not get a look at anything. But he was obviously thrilled at the thought that a beautiful young woman's boobs and pussy had just been on display a few feet away from him. Sure, he didn't get to see them, but the situation itself was enough to make him break into a sweat. He kept staring at Bela until she disappeared into the bedroom and closed the door behind her.

Finally he turned to look at me, realized that I had caught him staring at my wife, and immediately blushed a little. He picked up his bag and started taking the equipment out. I went to the bedroom, pushed the door open and walked in. I smiled at the sight I saw. Bela was dressed, but for the first time in days, she was not wearing a sari. Instead, she was wearing a skirt that went to mid-thigh and a tank-top. She heard me walk in, looked at me and smiled. Smiled in the free and carefree manner that I had not seen her in for days.

I walked towards her and hugged her in my embrace. I had meant to just hug her, kiss her, maybe cop a feel and then head out. But what Bela did next shocked and awed me. She pushed me hard, making me fall on the bed. Then she ran and bolted the bedroom door shut, and as she was rushing back to the bed, started taking her few clothes off. By the time she reached me, she was completely naked.

Like a starved nun, she unbuckled my pants and pulled them down. Her crazed display had already made me hard. Right away, she got on top of me, took my dick inside her and starting humping. And, to my surprise, started moaning and groaning loudly. Really loudly. I smiled, grabbed hold of her waist and thrust my dick into her cunt harder, and she yelled out,

"YES! YES! HARDER! FUCK ME!!!"

That really surprised me. I was about to tell her to be careful, because the internet guy might hear when it struck me. She was doing this precisely so he could hear. So he would know that she was in the bedroom, naked and getting fucked. That really turned me on. I wrapped my hands around her back and pulled her down to me until her boobs were squished against my chest. And I started fucking her hard. Bela kept shouting dirty words and obscenities. This renewed sluttiness of my wife obviously had an effect on me and within minutes, I started pumping her cunt with my seed.

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