Adultery Shy Indian Wife Opens Up by aurelius1982-COMPLETED

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In response, Bela took a couple of steps ahead, until she was, well, not exactly hugging him, but almost. It was clear that she was pressing her boobs against his muscles torso. They weren't hugging, not yet, because both their arms were still hanging by their sides. But the way Bela's back was moving, it was clear that she was mashing her big boobs against his chest. Then finally, Riaz raised his hands and put them on her shoulder blades and started moving her side to side. I imagine that must have made her boobs squish and roll on his chest.

In some corner of my brain, a voice was saying that this had gone too far. I had hoped that Bela would tease Riaz when I wasn't around, but things were moving too fast. Yet the sight of my milky white skinned wife, topless mashing her breasts against a dark skinned stranger aroused me beyond belief. I was sporting the biggest hard-on I ever had. And the hard-on got even harder, if that was possible at what Riaz did next.

He gently slid his hands down from her shoulders blades. And Bela still kept moving side to side, now fully into the rhythm. Riaz's hands slowly ventures south, over her lower back and then ended up on her skirt-covered ass. He grabbed one ass-cheek in each hand and gave it a squeeze. I expected Bela to react, but she did not. Riaz took it as a green signal to proceed further, and put his hands under her skirt. Even at that distance I could make out that the hands had made their way inside her panties and were fondling her ass directly. And if hands were on her ass, they obviously would have made contact with her pussy. But Bela was not resisting.

That really made me panic. I had been so sure of Bela's shyness that I never accounted for the possibility that Riaz could have an attractive and well-built body that could make her so easy to manipulate. What Chandan could never do and Shyam had never even attempted for weeks, Riaz had done almost right away. Technically, she had still not done anything with him that she had not done with Shyam. Shyam too had fingered her cunt right in front of me. She had even whacked him off. So I should not have panicked just yet. But Bela had been very much in control with Shyam, whereas here it seemed like she had become Riaz's personal toy.

I first decided to walk to the main door and knock on it. And end the whole thing right there. But then I realized that I would have to give some sort of an excuse that Bela would probably see through. Plus, I remembered how reclusive Bela had become after that night with Shyam, almost retreating into a shell because of some misplaced guilt. If she got caught by me while in the act, the guilt would have been so huge that Bela would have turned into the frigid unresponsive woman she was when we first married. All the progress she had made would be undone.

So I could not barge in. But I also needed to put some sort of a speed-breaker in the proceedings. Riaz's hands were by now massaging my wife's ass really hard, and I noticed that she had put her arms around him too. He must have definitely gotten an erection by now, and hugging him like she was, she must have definitely felt it. How do I stop this. That's when an idea struck me. Telephone! I was far away and could not hear them, so they could not hear me either. I could just call her up.

I took my cell phone out of my pocket and dialed the home number right away. The phone in the home started ringing, and both Riaz and Bela froze for a second. Bela started pushing him away to go answer the phone, but he kept his hands firmly on her ass, pinning her to him, saying something - probably that she should ignore the phone. but Bela kept struggling. After a few seconds, Riaz took his hands out of her panties, and Bela ran to the right where the phone was kept and put of my sight. The phone rang a couple more times, as Bela probably waited to regain her breath and make her voice sound normal.

Riaz was still standing there looking in the direction of my wife, when she finally answered.

"Hello." she said.

"Hi Bela. How're you doing?" I said in a low voice.

"I am fine. Are you in Basantpur?" she asked, her voice sounding almost normal. If I had not seen for myself what had happened, I would probably never have guessed that she had just been making out with another man.

"Yes, I am here." I said, then thought that I should add a reason for why I was speaking in such a low voice. "The VP is on a conference call a few feet away, so I can't talk loudly."

"Okay." she said and stayed silent. I looked into the house and noticed that Riaz had also gone out of my line of sight, probably next to Bela.

"Has the internet guy finished his work yet?" I asked.

"Yes... I mean no... I mean... he has done most of it. He is just finishing up." Bela said haltingly, giving away her confusion and inability to lie smoothly.

"I hope you didn't get naughty with him and tease him in your skimpy clothes." I said playfully.

"What? No, no. Come on, Gautam. What are you...." she said and suddenly there was a sound of a small slap. Not like someone slapping a face, but more like gently slapping a hand or a thigh.

"What was that?" I asked, although I had my theory about what it was. Riaz was trying to act fresh with her and she had slapped his hand away.

"Oh, nothing. Mosquito." Bela said, lying this time a lot more smoothly. "Just a second...hold on..."

As Bela paused, I saw her walking rapidly towards the kitchen with the cordless in her hand. Another second and she would have seen me in the window. I dropped to the ground right away and started crawling away.

"Sorry, I had to move. There were too many mosquitoes there." I heard Bela's dual voice.... from the phone and directly coming from the window.

"Gotta go. Later, honey." I hurriedly whispered and disconnected the line. My heart was racing because of how close I had come to getting caught. If Bela had found out that I had been spying on her the whole time, no matter how conservative and obedient she is, she would have left me for sure. I stood there, waiting to catch my breath.

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A minute or so later, I decided to peek in again. From the place I had crawled to, the living room window was the closest. So I tiptoed there and peeked in. What I saw gave me a lot of relief for a couple of reasons. The first reason was that Bela and Riaz were now in the part of the living room where I could see them and hear them clearly. The second reason was that my phone call had at least partly done its job. Bela seemed a lot more in control again.

Well, she was still topless, sitting on the couch in just her skirt and panties, her boobs hanging out with the mangalsutra resting between them. I noticed they were moist, maybe because of rubbing against Riaz's water-soaked chest. Riaz was sitting next to her, leaning back, but not touching her. The arrogant smirk was gone from his face. He was staring at Bela with a worried look on his face and Bela was staring at her feet. They were both silent for about a minute.

Then Riaz cautiously reached out his hand and tried to touch her breast. From the way he was attempting it slowly, I guessed he had tried it before but had been slapped away. Not this time though. Bela ignored his hand as it cupped her breast. That non-reaction made Riaz break out into a wide grin. He slid closer to her and put his other hand on her bare thigh. Again, no reaction. He slowly slid the hand up her thigh until it was inside her skirt. From the position I was at, I could see that his fingers were almost at the top of her thigh and inches away from her pussy. And suddenly, it struck me that she was sitting at the exact same spot she was sitting at when Shyam's fingers made their way there.

Riaz moved his fingers slowly inside her panties from the side and she let out a moan as it became evident that he had touched either her clit or her pussy. That moan seemed to work like an electric jolt for Riaz, who immediately stood up and unbuttoned his pants and slid them down in a flash with his underwear. And his erect circumcised dick sprang forward. It was not very big, about my size, but was quite thick. And because it was circumcised, the bulbous head was prominent. Bela looked at it, as if spellbound. This was the first circumcised dick she had laid eyes on. And what she said next revealed that she had no idea what circumcision is or does.