23-12-2018, 03:39 PM
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(Gautam narration begins)
I was extremely hard after hearing all these details and I wanted to fuck my wife right then and there. But my phone rang for the fifth or sixth time and it was the factory staff. They had been calling all morning as Bela told me the story and I had ignored the calls. But they were getting harder to ignore now. So I answered.
"Yes....yes I just got back from Delhi. Okay....well, can't you just ask Shyam? Oh he went to the bank? Okay, well, I will be there soon."
I was annoyed to be interrupted like this in the middle of her narrative, but the work issue really was important. And Shyam, presumably worried that I might come and kick his ass, had made some excuse about needing to go to the bank and left the office.
"Bela, I really need to go to the office."
"Okay, ji."
"So just tell me...." I was about to ask her the main question. Did she and Shyam have actual sex eventually? But so far, her narrative had been slow and coaxed, with a few pensive sobs. Besides there seemed to be a look of dread in anticipation, so I didn't spring it. Instead I asked, "...what happened at lunch?"
"Oh." her face relaxed. "Lunch was mostly uneventful. He took me to the permit room restaurant. We had food and a few drinks."
"We...we? You had alcohol?" I was surprised. Bela didn't drink. I had gotten her to taste it a few times, but she always mad a bad face saying she didn't like the bitter taste. So I never really pushed it.
"Well, he said he wanted me to." she shrugged. Oh how badly I wanted to know how far she had gone in doing what he wanted to.
"Hmmm....so you got drunk?"
"Just a little." she blushed. "Anyway, a few drinks and dinner. He did caress me and fondle me a little when we were sitting at a dark corner booth. But nothing more. We came back after that, picking some groceries. Except we took a taxi back. He looked too drunk to drive, so I managed to convince him to pick up his scooter from there later."
"Okay, good call."
And I got another phone call.
"Yes yes, I am coming!" I answered angrily and stepped out.
At the office, I had to spend about an hour solving the issues that had arisen in my absence. One of the junior supervisors also let it slip that during the weekend, they had called Shyam many times, but he rarely answered, and when he did, made some excuse to not come in.
Finally, I got some down time. Shyam had still not returned from his supposed trip to the bank. I thought about calling him, but decided to let it go, in case he was still terrified. Besides, I had something else in mind.
I made sure my door was locked, plugged headphones into the computer, and opened the recording program's interface. Even if I couldn't get personal narrations from Bela, I could still watch everything that had happened.
For the first half hour, I fast forwarded through the footage of the time Bela had already described. The tiled view of footage from different cameras was quite faithful to what she had told me. Friday evening, he came over, she cooked and served him drinks. Then he asked her to take her clothes off in the kitchen. Them sitting at the table and eating, and later sitting in the living room. And then the panicked way in which Shyam suddenly left.
I kept going at rapid pace through the footage. Bela had indeed stayed just in her bra all night and the next morning, taking it off only for her bath. Then I saw her poke her head out the door, scan the outsides carefully, and step out. I switched over to the cameras from Shyam's house.
Here too, the footage confirmed the story. After some confusion and hesitation about Bela showing up at his door nearly naked, he had commanded her to suck his dick. Which she had done. And swallowed. And then they left. I fast forwarded some more through the footage of the empty house when they were at lunch. And then pressed normal play when I saw the door to Shyam's house opening again.
Shyam and Bela had clearly returned from lunch. He had an arm around her and was humming some song. He sounded drunk for sure. And she seemed a little tipsy too. They both walked into the living room.
"I will be right back." he said, pushing her onto the couch and taking the grocery bags to the kitchen.
She sat on the couch, with a far-off look in her eyes, looking gorgeous in the tight t-shirt and jeans. I noticed some stains on her chest. I zoomed in and realized that they were finger stains right on her boobs. Bela had mentioned that he fondled her in the restaurant. From the looks of it, he did it more than once without wiping his hands. So the stains told a clear story, of her boobs being squeezed over the shirt.
Surely the waiters and other patrons in the restaurant must have seen the stains, as well as the shopkeepers where they bought the groceries. It made me feel even more turned on, that she had walked around in public with these obvious signs of groping with Shyam. Maybe she herself had been too tipsy to notice.
Shyam returned to the couch later, carrying his laptop. I could see his pants were open and his erect dick was sticking out. Bela noticed it too and stared at his erect dick, following it until he sat down heavily next to her. He exhaled and smiled, putting his laptop on the coffee table in front of him.
"So Bhabhiji, what kind of porn would you like to watch?"
"Whatever you like, Shyamji." she said, slurring a little.
"Hmmm...I like porn scenes with latina women. Because they look very Indian and have great bodies. Just like you." he said, rubbing his dick.
Bela leaned forward and looked at the laptop as he was starting the video. My cameras were placed in a way that I could not see the screen of the laptop. But I could hear some sounds coming from it.
"I like this one. She looks so much like you. Petite body, pretty face, nice big boobs, thick black hair, great butt. And her face is so much like yours. I keep searching for her videos. Her name is Evie Delatosso." he said.
Bela stared at the screen and nodded. I had never heard of this porn star so I quickly googled her. And sure enough, she did have a striking resemblance to my wife, although Bela's nose was slightly longer and sharper and lips were fuller. I was tempted to pause the footage and check out a few of her porn videos. But then I realized, why watch porn of a look-alike of my wife when I have the actual erotic footage of my wife? So I continued.
Bela was keenly staring at the screen as Shyam reached over with his right hand and unbuttoned her jeans. He slipped the hand inside her panties and moved it slowly up and down. Bela moaned and arched her back, making her ample boobs jut out.
"Bhabhiji."
"Mmmm?"
"Remember that night when we were watching the movie. And you were next to me."
She nodded, still staring at the screen with glazed eyes.
"Did sir tell you to do all that?"
"No." she replied in a whisper.
"You did it on your own?"
She nodded.
"Why?"
She just shrugged, hear breathing getting heavier as Sham's hand inside her pants started moving faster.
"You're a naughty girl, aren't you, Bhabhiji? I mean sir definitely is kinky, but you....you are no less. Walking outside naked like that."
"Hmmmm."
Shyam took his right hand out of her pants and his left hand off his dick. He then put both hands in the waist of her jeans and tugged. Bela raised her butt and Shyam very slowly, almost like in a porn movie, turned her on her side and slipped down her jeans and panties. Her perfect creamy ass was gradually revealed. Throughout that, he kept chatting her up.
"Have you done that before? Being naked outdoors?"
"Yes, Shyamji." she said absent-mindedly, eyes still focused on the porn scene.
"When? How?"
"Sometimes he takes me out on a walk in the countryside and strips me. And I walk around like that." she said in a throaty voice.
"Sir?"
"Yes."
"And do you have sex outdoors?"
"Sometimes."
"Wow!!!" he said, as he took her jeans and panties off completely.
He looked at the screen for a few seconds.
"You see that? Would you like me to do that to you?"
"Whatever.....you wish, Shyamji."
"I want to do that."
Was this it? Was this when Shyam fucked my wife? I leaned forward in anticipation and watched.
Shyam got off the bed, and held Bela by her shoulders. He then pushed her so she was laying down on the couch, her head resting against the arm-rest. He then got on the couch on his knees. And grabbed a hold of my wife's knees.
And then he lowered his face towards her pussy.
No penetration yet. I suppose the scene had someone going down on Evie. And that is what Shyam proceeded to do to Bela. His tongue lapped at her clit and her landing trip, tentatively at first, and then clumsily. Bela kept staring at the screen, her right hand in her hair and her left hand on Shyam's semi bald head. And for the next few minutes, Shyam gave oral sex to my wife.
I don't think he was very good at it though. I had given Bela cunnilingus many times, and she was always a lot more responsive to me than she was being to him. It's not like she was totally inert here. But those typical archings and unarchings of her back and her shivering hips were missing. She seemed more turned on by watching what was on the screen than what Shyam was doing.
"Your turn." he said after a few minutes of licking her.
Then on his knees, he advanced along the couch until his thighs were under her armpits. He took a look at the screen again.
"I want to do that now."
He clumsily pulled up Bela's t-shirt and took it off. He then put his fingers inside her bra cups and took her big tits out.
"Do what she is doing." he said, caressing her cheeks.
Bela looked at the screen and nodded. Then she straightened slightly, put both her hands on the outsides of her huge boobs, and wrapped them around Shyam's erect dick. And then Shyam started titty-fucking my wife.
"Look at me." Shyam said.
She took her eyes off the screen and looked into his eyes with an inert expression.
"Your boobs are so nice and big and firm and soft, Bhabhiji. This feels great. I have been dreaming of doing this for a long time. Do you like it?"
"Whatever you like, Shyamji." she said.
For me, watching the scene was incredibly erotic. Here was my wife, pretty much naked except for that bra not serving any purpose, lying down on a couch. My ugly balding paunching subordinate was straddling her torso. And she held her big tits obediently together as his dick slipped up and down between them. The sight was undeniably erotic.
But the thing about titty-fucking is, its erotic appeal is in its visuals and its unusual nature. It looks kinky on screen. But I knew from years of personal experience that in terms of pure physical pleasure, it is not that great, for the woman or for the man. For the woman, it's just a shaft moving up and down between her tits, offering no real pleasure. And even for the man, the tits clasped together don't offer the kind of wetness or friction that you get from the mouth or the cunt. It's only the idea that oh my god, my dick is fucking these big tits that is erotic.
It turned out to be enough for Shyam though. Because a couple of minutes of titty-fucking Bela and he suddenly groaned. He put his hands around his dick, and it started shooting jizz all over my wife's big tits. Some splashes hit her chin and neck too. She seemed a little taken aback at how quickly he had ejaculated once again.
"Oh...oh sorry Bhabhiji....is it okay that I came on your boobs?" he asked, sounding genuinely sorry.
"It's okay, Shyamji." she said calmly.
"You can go wash up." he said, getting off her couch.
And Bela ran to the bathroom.
Shyam admired her jiggling ass cheeks as she ran and sighed. Then he sat down on the couch again and started watching the porn scene again. Through the audio feed, I could hear soft sounds coming from that scene. They were telltale "yes fuck me harder" type sounds, which meant that the action on the screen had now moved on to actual sex. Shyam stared at it wistfully.
I am sure he was thinking, when would he get to do it to Bela? When should he tried to do it to Bela? So far, my wife had made him cum three times. That first night last month, using her hands. The second time earlier in the day, in her mouth. And this third time, her tits. The next step seemed obvious. But would it ever be crossed?
I had the same question. I had told Bela that she was to do what he wants. But I had made it amply clear, that she did not have to do anything she did not want. I wanted her to be a willing submissive, not a mindless slave. So far whatever she had done, her wanting to do it or at least not minding it, was understandable. After all, that night last month, she had initiated the actual physical action with Shyam, not me. She had voluntarily offered to jack him off and then done it. So today, the blowjob and the titty-fucking seemed okay.
But actual sex? Was that in her mind, something she wanted to do with Shyam? Granted that she had already done it with Riaz. But Riaz was a young handsome lad with a model like body that she had obviously gotten turned on by. Shyam was the exact opposite of that. A physical attraction was unlikely. But maybe a situational one?
So even after hearing about and seeing all that had happened until that Saturday afternoon, my biggest question was still un-answered. Had Shyam fucked my wife?
I was extremely hard after hearing all these details and I wanted to fuck my wife right then and there. But my phone rang for the fifth or sixth time and it was the factory staff. They had been calling all morning as Bela told me the story and I had ignored the calls. But they were getting harder to ignore now. So I answered.
"Yes....yes I just got back from Delhi. Okay....well, can't you just ask Shyam? Oh he went to the bank? Okay, well, I will be there soon."
I was annoyed to be interrupted like this in the middle of her narrative, but the work issue really was important. And Shyam, presumably worried that I might come and kick his ass, had made some excuse about needing to go to the bank and left the office.
"Bela, I really need to go to the office."
"Okay, ji."
"So just tell me...." I was about to ask her the main question. Did she and Shyam have actual sex eventually? But so far, her narrative had been slow and coaxed, with a few pensive sobs. Besides there seemed to be a look of dread in anticipation, so I didn't spring it. Instead I asked, "...what happened at lunch?"
"Oh." her face relaxed. "Lunch was mostly uneventful. He took me to the permit room restaurant. We had food and a few drinks."
"We...we? You had alcohol?" I was surprised. Bela didn't drink. I had gotten her to taste it a few times, but she always mad a bad face saying she didn't like the bitter taste. So I never really pushed it.
"Well, he said he wanted me to." she shrugged. Oh how badly I wanted to know how far she had gone in doing what he wanted to.
"Hmmm....so you got drunk?"
"Just a little." she blushed. "Anyway, a few drinks and dinner. He did caress me and fondle me a little when we were sitting at a dark corner booth. But nothing more. We came back after that, picking some groceries. Except we took a taxi back. He looked too drunk to drive, so I managed to convince him to pick up his scooter from there later."
"Okay, good call."
And I got another phone call.
"Yes yes, I am coming!" I answered angrily and stepped out.
At the office, I had to spend about an hour solving the issues that had arisen in my absence. One of the junior supervisors also let it slip that during the weekend, they had called Shyam many times, but he rarely answered, and when he did, made some excuse to not come in.
Finally, I got some down time. Shyam had still not returned from his supposed trip to the bank. I thought about calling him, but decided to let it go, in case he was still terrified. Besides, I had something else in mind.
I made sure my door was locked, plugged headphones into the computer, and opened the recording program's interface. Even if I couldn't get personal narrations from Bela, I could still watch everything that had happened.
For the first half hour, I fast forwarded through the footage of the time Bela had already described. The tiled view of footage from different cameras was quite faithful to what she had told me. Friday evening, he came over, she cooked and served him drinks. Then he asked her to take her clothes off in the kitchen. Them sitting at the table and eating, and later sitting in the living room. And then the panicked way in which Shyam suddenly left.
I kept going at rapid pace through the footage. Bela had indeed stayed just in her bra all night and the next morning, taking it off only for her bath. Then I saw her poke her head out the door, scan the outsides carefully, and step out. I switched over to the cameras from Shyam's house.
Here too, the footage confirmed the story. After some confusion and hesitation about Bela showing up at his door nearly naked, he had commanded her to suck his dick. Which she had done. And swallowed. And then they left. I fast forwarded some more through the footage of the empty house when they were at lunch. And then pressed normal play when I saw the door to Shyam's house opening again.
Shyam and Bela had clearly returned from lunch. He had an arm around her and was humming some song. He sounded drunk for sure. And she seemed a little tipsy too. They both walked into the living room.
"I will be right back." he said, pushing her onto the couch and taking the grocery bags to the kitchen.
She sat on the couch, with a far-off look in her eyes, looking gorgeous in the tight t-shirt and jeans. I noticed some stains on her chest. I zoomed in and realized that they were finger stains right on her boobs. Bela had mentioned that he fondled her in the restaurant. From the looks of it, he did it more than once without wiping his hands. So the stains told a clear story, of her boobs being squeezed over the shirt.
Surely the waiters and other patrons in the restaurant must have seen the stains, as well as the shopkeepers where they bought the groceries. It made me feel even more turned on, that she had walked around in public with these obvious signs of groping with Shyam. Maybe she herself had been too tipsy to notice.
Shyam returned to the couch later, carrying his laptop. I could see his pants were open and his erect dick was sticking out. Bela noticed it too and stared at his erect dick, following it until he sat down heavily next to her. He exhaled and smiled, putting his laptop on the coffee table in front of him.
"So Bhabhiji, what kind of porn would you like to watch?"
"Whatever you like, Shyamji." she said, slurring a little.
"Hmmm...I like porn scenes with latina women. Because they look very Indian and have great bodies. Just like you." he said, rubbing his dick.
Bela leaned forward and looked at the laptop as he was starting the video. My cameras were placed in a way that I could not see the screen of the laptop. But I could hear some sounds coming from it.
"I like this one. She looks so much like you. Petite body, pretty face, nice big boobs, thick black hair, great butt. And her face is so much like yours. I keep searching for her videos. Her name is Evie Delatosso." he said.
Bela stared at the screen and nodded. I had never heard of this porn star so I quickly googled her. And sure enough, she did have a striking resemblance to my wife, although Bela's nose was slightly longer and sharper and lips were fuller. I was tempted to pause the footage and check out a few of her porn videos. But then I realized, why watch porn of a look-alike of my wife when I have the actual erotic footage of my wife? So I continued.
Bela was keenly staring at the screen as Shyam reached over with his right hand and unbuttoned her jeans. He slipped the hand inside her panties and moved it slowly up and down. Bela moaned and arched her back, making her ample boobs jut out.
"Bhabhiji."
"Mmmm?"
"Remember that night when we were watching the movie. And you were next to me."
She nodded, still staring at the screen with glazed eyes.
"Did sir tell you to do all that?"
"No." she replied in a whisper.
"You did it on your own?"
She nodded.
"Why?"
She just shrugged, hear breathing getting heavier as Sham's hand inside her pants started moving faster.
"You're a naughty girl, aren't you, Bhabhiji? I mean sir definitely is kinky, but you....you are no less. Walking outside naked like that."
"Hmmmm."
Shyam took his right hand out of her pants and his left hand off his dick. He then put both hands in the waist of her jeans and tugged. Bela raised her butt and Shyam very slowly, almost like in a porn movie, turned her on her side and slipped down her jeans and panties. Her perfect creamy ass was gradually revealed. Throughout that, he kept chatting her up.
"Have you done that before? Being naked outdoors?"
"Yes, Shyamji." she said absent-mindedly, eyes still focused on the porn scene.
"When? How?"
"Sometimes he takes me out on a walk in the countryside and strips me. And I walk around like that." she said in a throaty voice.
"Sir?"
"Yes."
"And do you have sex outdoors?"
"Sometimes."
"Wow!!!" he said, as he took her jeans and panties off completely.
He looked at the screen for a few seconds.
"You see that? Would you like me to do that to you?"
"Whatever.....you wish, Shyamji."
"I want to do that."
Was this it? Was this when Shyam fucked my wife? I leaned forward in anticipation and watched.
Shyam got off the bed, and held Bela by her shoulders. He then pushed her so she was laying down on the couch, her head resting against the arm-rest. He then got on the couch on his knees. And grabbed a hold of my wife's knees.
And then he lowered his face towards her pussy.
No penetration yet. I suppose the scene had someone going down on Evie. And that is what Shyam proceeded to do to Bela. His tongue lapped at her clit and her landing trip, tentatively at first, and then clumsily. Bela kept staring at the screen, her right hand in her hair and her left hand on Shyam's semi bald head. And for the next few minutes, Shyam gave oral sex to my wife.
I don't think he was very good at it though. I had given Bela cunnilingus many times, and she was always a lot more responsive to me than she was being to him. It's not like she was totally inert here. But those typical archings and unarchings of her back and her shivering hips were missing. She seemed more turned on by watching what was on the screen than what Shyam was doing.
"Your turn." he said after a few minutes of licking her.
Then on his knees, he advanced along the couch until his thighs were under her armpits. He took a look at the screen again.
"I want to do that now."
He clumsily pulled up Bela's t-shirt and took it off. He then put his fingers inside her bra cups and took her big tits out.
"Do what she is doing." he said, caressing her cheeks.
Bela looked at the screen and nodded. Then she straightened slightly, put both her hands on the outsides of her huge boobs, and wrapped them around Shyam's erect dick. And then Shyam started titty-fucking my wife.
"Look at me." Shyam said.
She took her eyes off the screen and looked into his eyes with an inert expression.
"Your boobs are so nice and big and firm and soft, Bhabhiji. This feels great. I have been dreaming of doing this for a long time. Do you like it?"
"Whatever you like, Shyamji." she said.
For me, watching the scene was incredibly erotic. Here was my wife, pretty much naked except for that bra not serving any purpose, lying down on a couch. My ugly balding paunching subordinate was straddling her torso. And she held her big tits obediently together as his dick slipped up and down between them. The sight was undeniably erotic.
But the thing about titty-fucking is, its erotic appeal is in its visuals and its unusual nature. It looks kinky on screen. But I knew from years of personal experience that in terms of pure physical pleasure, it is not that great, for the woman or for the man. For the woman, it's just a shaft moving up and down between her tits, offering no real pleasure. And even for the man, the tits clasped together don't offer the kind of wetness or friction that you get from the mouth or the cunt. It's only the idea that oh my god, my dick is fucking these big tits that is erotic.
It turned out to be enough for Shyam though. Because a couple of minutes of titty-fucking Bela and he suddenly groaned. He put his hands around his dick, and it started shooting jizz all over my wife's big tits. Some splashes hit her chin and neck too. She seemed a little taken aback at how quickly he had ejaculated once again.
"Oh...oh sorry Bhabhiji....is it okay that I came on your boobs?" he asked, sounding genuinely sorry.
"It's okay, Shyamji." she said calmly.
"You can go wash up." he said, getting off her couch.
And Bela ran to the bathroom.
Shyam admired her jiggling ass cheeks as she ran and sighed. Then he sat down on the couch again and started watching the porn scene again. Through the audio feed, I could hear soft sounds coming from that scene. They were telltale "yes fuck me harder" type sounds, which meant that the action on the screen had now moved on to actual sex. Shyam stared at it wistfully.
I am sure he was thinking, when would he get to do it to Bela? When should he tried to do it to Bela? So far, my wife had made him cum three times. That first night last month, using her hands. The second time earlier in the day, in her mouth. And this third time, her tits. The next step seemed obvious. But would it ever be crossed?
I had the same question. I had told Bela that she was to do what he wants. But I had made it amply clear, that she did not have to do anything she did not want. I wanted her to be a willing submissive, not a mindless slave. So far whatever she had done, her wanting to do it or at least not minding it, was understandable. After all, that night last month, she had initiated the actual physical action with Shyam, not me. She had voluntarily offered to jack him off and then done it. So today, the blowjob and the titty-fucking seemed okay.
But actual sex? Was that in her mind, something she wanted to do with Shyam? Granted that she had already done it with Riaz. But Riaz was a young handsome lad with a model like body that she had obviously gotten turned on by. Shyam was the exact opposite of that. A physical attraction was unlikely. But maybe a situational one?
So even after hearing about and seeing all that had happened until that Saturday afternoon, my biggest question was still un-answered. Had Shyam fucked my wife?
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