How my Wife finally gets seduced

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“Let’s go to Gurgaon for lunch”. So, she had agreed drive down with Vikas to Gurgaon, even after the panty disaster! Clearly she was aware of what she was doing.

Vikas had replied back to her message. She had read that reply too “Great. We will finish first round of houses by 11, then we can leave for Gurgaon. We need to come back by 4 for the next round”

I was stunned. The whole impression till now was that that they would spend the entire day just looking at houses, and in between perhaps grab a quick lunch. Instead, they had 5 hours of free time! Driving to Gurgaon and coming back would maximum take 2 hours. They still had three hours free !

Meena had read this message too and replied to it as well. “Ok.”
This was the end of the conversation, I presumed, before she had gone off in the bathroom.

There was clearly nothing yet, at least in the spoken words, that pointed out to anything odd. But every unmistakable sign was there. But to be doubly sure, I immediately hit upon on my next idea. I had a small recording device, which I had bought when I was interviewing people for my marketing research project. I put it on, turned on the microphone to maximum setting, and hid it inside her handbag. The recording device had a maximum capacity of recording 8 hours of audio, so it could conceivably last the whole day. I was not sure of how much the battery would last but that was the best I could manage in that short while. I hoped that when she came back, I would be able to catch at least some of their spoken conversation and get a sense of the real deal !

Meena soon came out and was ready to leave.

I asked, “you are leaving so early. What about lunch, etc?”
“Ya, that is there. Perhaps will catch a quick bite of something”
And with that she went off. I wished her well in a rather enigmatic way “Enjoy.”
She smiled, waved me a bye and went away!

As she turned away from me, my heart skipped a beat. Even when she was walking straight, it was obvious she was without a panty. My eyes then fell on her sandals. She had chosen a sandal which had those multiple ropes which needed a lot of time to tie. Which meant that every time she bent to strap it and unstrap it, she would need to remain bent for a much longer time. And then I remembered why she was worried about being pantyless. Not because it would expose her in any way. But because if she got wet, then her jeans would be spoilt ! Was she expecting that to happen today?

The die had been cast. All I could do now was wait.


That Sunday, which other times seemed to pass very quickly, was agonizingly slow. From the moment Meena left in the morning to the time she arrived back in the evening, I would check my watch every few minutes, check the phone for messages or calls, but neither there were any messages nor any calls. It was all just me, with my kid, the entire day. The kid oblivious to what was happening. In a way, I was oblivious too, as to what exactly what was happening. That is why I was desperately waiting for the evening, for Meena to arrive, for me to look at her up closely and deduce through some gestures or non-verbal communications if anything had happened. And for me to lay may hands on the recording device! It was along, long wait. However, all this long, while I waited for Meena’s call or message, I did not initiate at any call or message from my side. It was because I actually wanted things to happen, and I did not in any way want my presence, even virtual, to impede it. All I wanted was to be an observer to what was happening. A hidden observer, but an observer nonetheless.