Adultery Shy Indian Wife Opens Up by aurelius1982-COMPLETED

[Ramesh_Rocky]

And then I thought - is that what he is trying to do? Trying to impress Bela with his toned physique? Maybe he was. But Bela was still in the kitchen, and from where she was sitting could not see him. If he had some cunning plans to impress her, surely he would have gone to the kitchen under some excuse? Or maybe, he was playing the waiting game. This way, she would see him on her own.... ahhh.... I was over-thinking everything. I just stood there, waiting to see what would happen next.

Finally, about ten minutes later, Bela walked out of the kitchen, probably to go to the bathroom. She took a few steps into the living room passage, when her eyes fell on Riaz, whose back was turned towards her. She gave a start an just stood there. He heard her and turned around, looking at her wordlessly. They started at each other for a few seconds. And from my vantage point, I could see that Bela was staring at his toned chest, her mouth slightly open. I have a trim torso, but not really muscular or well-defined. I remembered her describing the servant Chandan, the only other man she had seen fully naked, as having a flabby body. So this was the first time in her life that Bela had seen such an impressive physique at such close quarters.

"Where's your shirt?" she finally managed to say something.

"There." Riaz pointed to the floor where he had kept it. "I was feeling very hot, so took it off."

I expecting him to ask her next if she had any problems with it. But Riaz just turned around and started working on the router. And although Bela could not see it, I could - there was a sly grin on his face. He knew that his chiseled torso had made Bela's heart skip a beat. And I knew that the first die in this came had been cast.

Bela stared at his turned back for a couple of seconds, opened her mouth as if to say something else, then decided against it and started walking to the bathroom. She pushed the bathroom door open and just stood there for a second. Then she slowly turned around and looked at Riaz whose back was still facing her. And then she stepped away from the bathroom and instead headed towards the bedroom and slammed the door shut loudly.

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Riaz heard the door slam and turned around, confused. He stared at the door for a couple of seconds and then smiled at himself and got back to work.

I was intrigued by Bela's sudden decision to go to the bedroom. I had unlocked the bedroom window too, so I decided to go and risk taking a peek. I tiptoed my way around the side wall and was just a couple of feet away from the window, about to open it when I was startled. The window opened by itself! I realized at once that Bela had opened the window, and I took a few steps backwards softly. I breathed a sigh of relief. A few seconds later and Bela would have caught me. But why did she open the window, I wondered. I bent my head downwards and extended it and suddenly caught a glimpse of Bela's skirt, and rushed backwards. For some reason, she was standing in the window. What was she doing? I had to see. But how?

I slid behind the side wall and looked around in desperation, trying to locate a place from where I could look at the window undetected. And then I saw it. A small bush at the back of the side compound wall. I could get a great view of the bedroom window from behind it. It was not very tall though, barely two feet. So if I had to hide behind it, I'd have to crawl on my stomach, like commandos, and mess up my shirt and pants. Oh well, I thought. I earn enough to not care about a set of clothes.

A minute later, I had jumped outside the compound, and crawled along the wall using my elbows until I was behind the bush. And the first glimpse I got of the window from my hidden spot was enough to convince me that all this crawling had been worth it. Because Bela was standing in the window, topless, her eyes closed, her hands gripping the window bars, thrusting her boobs out through the gaps between the windows. Her boobs were too big for the gap between the window, so each one had gotten pressed vertically. My wife was flashing her tits out the window, under the impression that there was no one outside. She was moving her body slowly up and down, making the window bars rub against her boobs. Had she done this for Chandan too, I wondered, but omitted to tell me? And had she been doing this regularly in our house when I was not at home? The thought gave me an instant hard-on.

Bela then took her hands off the window bars and put them on her boobs, playing with her nipples. I could see her chest heaving visibly, so she was definitely turned on and very breathless. She played with her nipples like that for a while and then stepped back. I wondered if she was finished playing with herself. But a few seconds later she reappeared. Or rather, her bare back and skirt covered butt reappeared. Gradually, she slipped the skirt down and took it off. Then she took her panties off, and thrust her ass out towards the window bars. Her round fleshy ass pressed against the window bars.

As turned on as I was at all this, what she did next absolutely blew my mind. She hitched herself up and sat sideways on the windowsill. Her side profile was visible to me, one breast, one outstretched leg, one luscious thigh and part of one butt cheek. It seemed to me for a few seconds that she was just sitting there with her eyes closed. But then I saw the movement of her hand going up and down behind her thigh and it hit me like a ton of bricks - my wife was masturbating! She was fingering herself! whenever I had asked her if she masturbated, she had either refused flat out or then avoided the question. I had started to suspect maybe she didn't know how to masturbate. A lot of girls from conservative families don't. But looking at the lustful expression on her upturned face, it was obvious that she knew what she was doing.