Adultery Shy Indian Wife Opens Up by hornynri - A continuation

[Ramesh_Rocky]

For the next few days, things improved but just a little. Bela was still randomly sobbing, but the frequency had reduces a lot. Thankfully, in bed, she was as excitable as ever before, so that part of my life was unaffected. But her orthodox values would take some time to deal with. She had gone back to wearing a sari all day again, and her clothes in recent days had been an indication of her mood. So even the reduction of the crying, I took as a positive sign.


I examined my own feelings. And I realized that even though I had felt pangs of jealousy and regret right at the moment Bela crossed that final line with Riaz, looking back, I only felt turned on by what had happened. I thought about that scene many times at night and throughout the day, seeing her boobs shake outside the window bars, how those dark fingers of the worker looked against her creamy white skin, how she was crying out for him to bang him harder. It definitely made me horny.

At the same time, my practical side was a little shaken at what had happened. Strip away the eroticism from the whole episode, and what had happened was, a common random worker that my wife had known barely 24 hours, had been able to seduce her very easily. Thankfully, she had remembered to use a condom, so there was no danger of disease or pregnancy. The guy had gotten scared and run away, and never shown his face again. And he had not taken any pictures or videos of what had happened. So there was no long term problem that we had to deal with. It could be just treated as a one-night stand or rather a one-afternoon stand.

If things had to be pushed, I would have to be more careful going forward. But move forward, I somehow had to.

Finally it seemed like Bela was almost back to normal, which means her sobbing was down to just a couple of times a day. And didn't last beyond a minute or two.

I decided to roll the dice. I had to draw her out of her shell. In the past, when she wavered or hesitated, she had done things in her "obedience" to me. Initially it had seemed like the whole obedience thing was purely her orthodox upbringing and small town values, which means that the husband is king of the house. But as I thought more, I realized that at least in the sexual domain, it also gave her an excuse to justify her actions to herself. To get over the shame or the guilt. So whatever she was truly comfortable doing, but felt guilty about, she could be convinced to do using obedience as the excuse.

"Bela, sit, we need to talk." I sternly said one morning before going to work.

She meekly sat down. She was wearing a very simple blue sari and a traditional blouse and of course the mangalsutra.

"Now listen....you know I am your husband. I know best, right?"

"Yes, ji." she said looking down at the table, and sub-consciously fingered her mangalsutra.

"So as your husband, I am telling you, the sobbing, crying and all, stops now. And I mean NOW!" I raised my voice.

She looked into my eyes surprised, then lowered her eyes again.

"As you say, ji."

"What happened happened. Thinking back, I enjoyed watching it. That should be enough."

"As you say, ji." she said.

"Also, I am now telling you.....not asking you, but telling you, that Shyam will be coming to dinner tonight. And every night until his family moves here."

She paused for a second and I felt her ears go red, maybe at the recollection of what had happened the last time Shyam had come for dinner.

"Whatever you say, ji."

"Good." I got up, kissed her, and left.

At work I cornered Shyam alone when I got the chance. It had been a couple of weeks since that night when he had fingered Bela and she had given him a handjob. Both of them had subsequently been embarrassed by it and never spoken about it. Even though he lived next door, he had never come over after that on his own. At work, Shyam stuck only and only to work related matters.

"Listen Shyam, you are coming over for dinner tonight."

"Oh......it's okay, sir. I can get a tiffin from the village. I don't want bhabhiji to feel any.......inconvenience."

"Shyam, I am your boss. I am telling you that you will be dining at our place. That means you will be dining at our place. That's final."

"Ok sir." he gulped.

The rest of the day Shyam seemed nervous and kept stealing glances at me. Finally, work got done.

"Honey, Shyam and I are on our way." I called Bela.

"Okay, ji." Bela said. "Listen...."

"Yes?"

"Are you going to do it again?" she softly asked.

"Do what?"

"What you used to do."

"What did I used to do?"

I knew exactly what she meant, of course. Exposing her, stripping her naked, fingering her, and all that.

But I wanted Bela to explicitly say it.

"You know what I mean." she said and even over the phone I could sense she was blushing.

"Do you not want me to?"

"As you said in the morning, you are my husband. Whatever you want goes." she said sincerely.

"I don't know. I might probably do it again if I feel like it. Unless you don't want me to." I gave her a way out. If she really didn't want those adventures resumed, now was the chance for her to say it.

She was silent for a while.

"Bela?" I asked.

"Get onions on the way. We are almost out."

"Okay. And Bela, enough with the sari. Wear something nice."

"What do you want to wear, ji? I will wear whatever you want." she said.

I gave it some thought. I was tempted to tell her, be naked. This was the first time in a while that we would be resuming these games. I didn't want to push her too much and cause her to go back into a shell. So maybe I should ease her in.

"You know that dark green polo shirt? Wear that." It was one of the first western clothes I had bought for her. And initially I didn't know her size too well, so this one was snug, and her boobs pushed against it very prominently. That would be a nice balance, I thought.

"Ok....so your wish is that I wear that dark green polo shirt?" she asked.

"Yeah....do you have a problem with it?"

"No, as you wish, ji." she said. I detected a slight hint of resentment in her answer.

As Shyam and I drove home, I decided to hit pause on the game. I had wanted things to return to a naughty clip and was hoping a night with our old buddy Shyam might be a good way to ease her into things. But from the way she had answered that last question, and how she was now adding "ji" to almost every sentence, it seemed like passive aggressive behavior. Obviously, Bela was feeling uncomfortable, but was too obedient or bitter to flatly say no.

This is what I was thinking as we got home and rang the doorbell. Pause on the game, re-assess the situation in a few days. For today, just normal socializing, a couple of drinks and dinner.

So you could have knocked me down with a feather when the door opened.

There stood Bela wearing that dark green polo shirt I had asked her to wear. It fit her torso perfectly, which is what I loved. Her boobs were perfectly wrapped in it like skin tight leotards. And her nipples were poking against the fabric. Which meant she wasn't wearing a bra.

But it wasn't her not wearing her bra that had surprised me. Not only was she not wearing a bra, but she was not wearing anything other than the shirt I had asked her to wear.

Yes! That was it. Below the waist, she was completely naked. Not just that, she had obviously just shaved her pubic hair, but this time, she had left a thin line of hair or a landing strip on.

"Your bag?" she asked casually. I wordlessly handed her the bag.

"Hmmm...yes." I handed it over and looked at Shyam, who was staring at her with a poker face. There was nothing here he hadn't seen before, but I don't think he expected it to restart instantly.