23-12-2018, 03:57 PM
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Shyam watched the porn for a few more seconds. Then he paused it and slipped on his underwear. He had never taken off his shirt, so that stayed on. And then he went to the kitchen. He came back with a beer in one hand and a breezer in the other. Just as he sat down on the couch, Bela returned from the bathroom, having cleaned his jizz from her chest and chin.
"Here, Bhabhiji, would you like to......I want you to have another breezer." he said.
Bela obediently took the bottle from his hand, and sat down on the couch next to him. She was still in just her bra, with her tits hanging out. She sat on the couch with one leg folded up with the foot on the couch, and another on the floor. And she wrapped her hands around that one knee, taking sips from the bottle. She often sat this way at home, but when she was dressed. When fully dressed, in that pose, she looked very simple and traditional. Now, almost naked, she looked really trashy and slutty, with her pussy lips parted. I loved how hot she looked.
Shyam put his arm around her shoulder, started the scene, and started having his beer. And the two of them kept watching porn. I watched for a couple more minutes. Bela still had a slightly horny look on her face. I suddenly realized, she had still not had a release of her own!
One of the secrets behind me getting my shy wife to open up so much and try so many things was, a constant supply of orgasms. I had learned from my ex-girlfriends that female satisfaction is just as important as the male's, if not more so. Whenever we had sex or even fooled around, I made sure Bela was regularly and passionately cumming. Be it actual sex, or oral sex, or fingering, I tried to maintain a 3:1 ratio, which meant that for every orgasm I had, she should have at least 3. Even during a regular sex session, I first went down on her to make her cum and get wet, and only then entered her. Made sure she had an orgasm during sex. And then after, as we cuddled, I would finger her to a climax again.
So given that Bela's sexual history was largely limited to me, except for that one joust with Riaz, I guess she was conditioned or even used to getting regular orgasms during any amorous activity.
But clearly, the Saturday action that far had been different. Shyam was a very nice guy, a caring guy, a considerate guy. But he was still a conventional middle class Indian male, and I presumed not very experienced sexually. So he was perhaps not wired to prioritize the orgasms of his mate. I felt bad for his wife. But more importantly, I felt bad for my wife.
She had been practically naked for almost 24 hours. Had been fondled and played with by Shyam a lot. Been put in exhibitionist situations. But had not yet had sexual release. The first time that day, Shyam just had her give him a quick blowjob, came in her mouth, and that was it. This second time, he had started going down on her, not very skillfully. But had not finished the job. Had stopped midway and gotten up to titty-fuck her. And that was it.
Besides, the night before I left or even the day I left, we had not had sex. Given how regularly and frequently we had sex, this meant that Bela's body had now gone without a single orgasm for an unusually long time. Surely, she was feeling some pent up sexual frustration.
Maybe that's why her face looked so tense as she watched the porn sitting next to Shyam. I am sure her primal instincts were egging her on to just mount the guy then and there. Or demand that he finger or tongue her. But my shy wife was very unlikely to make such a demand.
I watched for a few more minutes. Nothing was happening. They were just sitting there watching porn. I pressed fast forward. Which was a good thing, because it saved me a lot of time.
Shyam had hugged and pawed and fondled her as they watched the porn. And after they both finished their drinks, he had gotten more. And he kept pressing buttons to start more porn scenes. But other than that, despite having a young hot voluptuous woman next to him, he did not make a more ambitious move. And then a while later, he had slumped over and fallen asleep, sloshed with all that beer. When I saw him slump over, I pressed play again.
Bela had noticed that her companion of the weekend had fallen asleep on the couch.
"Shyamji?" she gently said.
He responded with a loud snore.
She slowly moved his arm off her shoulder and got up. She was clearly drunk too, because I saw her stumble a little as she walked to the bathroom again. She was in there for a decent amount of time. I wondered if she was masturbating, since Shyam had not been considerate enough to think of her. When I asked her later, I found out that no, she wasn't masturbating, she was vomiting. My wife, who had never had more than a few sips of alcohol, had downed 4 breezers in a couple of hours. It might not sound like much to you or me, but for a lightweight like her, it was a lot to digest.
She came out of the bathroom, still in her nearly naked state, still a little unsure on her feet. She walked over to Shyam, who had now slumped on the couch completely horizontal and was deep asleep. The porn video on the laptop had ended and it was silent. Bela stared at the screen for a few seconds. Then she suddenly seemed to remember something and looked around the room. She walked around the room, carefully looking at the walls. And then she stopped, right below one of my hidden cameras.
"Are you there? Are you watching?" she whispered, then looked at Shyam to make sure he was still sleeping.
She walked around a little more and spotted the second camera, hidden behind cable wires.
"I really miss you, ji." she said in a sad voice.
At that very moment, my phone started ringing. I paused the video and answered it.
"I really missed you too, sweetheart." I said lovingly.
"What?" Bela asked in a confused voice.
"Oh nothing. I was just watching the footage from Saturday afternoon where Shyam ti...." I was about to say tit-fucked you, but I knew how dirty words could trigger her, so instead I said, "Shyam took a nap. And you walked around the room spotting the cameras. And said you really missed me."
"Oh...did I?" she said.
"You don't remember?"
"Of course I missed you. But Saturday afternoon.....or much of Saturday....I don't really remember. Because of the alcohol I think." she sounded ashamed.
"Hehe, okay. Anyway, why did you call?"
"Shyamji called and said he is coming over soon to talk. Said you are in office so we can talk with some privacy."
"Yes, I am in office." I replied. "Talk about what?"
"I need you to decide what to tell him. Remember my dilemma? I am your wife and I am to listen to you. You asked me to listen to him, but also to honestly tell you everything. He says we should keep whatever we did a secret, or at least hide the more scandalous parts. I told him I wouldn't tell you till Monday. So he is coming over to discuss, have I told you? Will I tell you? What is the official story, ji?"
"Hmmmm....okay. What do you think we should do?"
"Whatever you decide, ji, is....."
"Oh for fuck's sake, for just one minute, forget this submissive obedient persona, and just think for yourself, will you?" I snapped.
She was silent.
"Bela...sorry....I love you, honey. I know this isn't easy. I am sincerely asking you.....what do you think we should do?"
"You have watched till Saturday afternoon already?" she asked in a normal voice.
"Yes. I fast forwarded through a lot of stuff at 16x."
"Okay....here is what I think we should do. I will tell him that all I told you was that we had lunch and dinner, and he didn't try anything, and I didn't do anything. It was like two normal family friends having a few meals together. That way, he will stop freaking out. He has been really tense about what you will do or say if you find out what happened."
"Alright, sounds good." I said.
"One more thing. I am going to tell him to tell you that the dinners together will now stop, including tonight. That he is very uncomfortable with those dinners, his family is coming soon, etc. And when he tells you that, say okay, and don't push him too much. He is already terrified of you."
"Okay, as you wish, ji." I used her own line and chuckled. "Why do you want the dinners to stop though?"
"You are at Saturday afternoon?" she asked.
"Yes."
"You have seen everything that happened before?"
"Yes."
"Okay, fast forward through late afternoon and evening. Don't skip it. Forward so you get a sense of what happened. And then later at night, start watching again. Through the late night. In the bedroom."
"In the.....bedroom? Our bedroom?"
"No, his bedroom." she said.
I was silent this time for a few seconds.
"Gautam?? I mean....suniye ji?" she asked, now reverting to her submissive persona.
"Alright, tell him that. I will catch up on the videos and see you later."
I hung up the phone and then wondered, what were Shyam and Bela discussing at home. What were they doing. What had happened the rest of the weekend. Why in his bedroom? Well, only one way to find out.
As Bela had instructed, I started playing the footage at high speed and observing. Even though I was playing the footage at high speed, it was still a lot of hours, so took me some time to get through. Plus, there was no sound at high speed, so I had no idea what conversations took place. But this is what I saw.
Bela walked around the house, and spotted all the cameras I had planted. Then she walked back to Shyam, who continued to sleep. She went to the kitchen and made tea as she checked her phone and read stuff on it. Then she drank the tea. This took up almost an hour and a half and it was evening by now. Shyam finally woke up and went to the kitchen. Bela pointed him to the tea. He drank his, making Bela sit in his lap and fondling her naked body.
But he still kept his underwear on. In fast forward, it looked comical how intensely Shyam was attacking and groping my wife's nakedness, but it didn't go beyond groping. I saw his fingers at her pussy too, but it did not seem like she had an orgasm.
For a few moments, I stopped fast forwarding and listened in at regular speed. All I heard were smooching and petting sounds and random ooh's and aah's. So I started fast forwarding again.
Then suddenly, at about 5:30 pm, they got up and started getting dressed. Shyam wore all his clothes. Bela wore her clothes, and seemed to notice the stains on her chest for the first time. They left the house. Soon they appeared in our house. Bela quickly changed out of that shirt and into a different one. And then they left our house too.
And then, the footage just showed empty houses for a while. And my phone rang again.
"Hey, I am at Saturday evening. You two just got dressed and left."
"Yeah okay, listen please, ji." she said in an urgent voice.
"What's up?"
"Shyamji and I had a long talk. I will tell you all the details later after you have watched everything. For now, just know that I told him exactly what we discussed. That I told you we only had innocent meals together, and nothing happened. He is headed to the office now. He will tell you that he doesn't want to come over for dinners anymore. Just accept that. Okay?"
"Okay, Bela." I said. "So that evening, you got dressed and left. I am just staring at empty houses."
"Oh right, you can skip ahead to 10 pm if you like. He wanted to take me for a movie."
"A movie?"
"Yes, the latest Salman Khan blockbuster. We went and watched the movie in town and then had dinner."
"Wait....this guy has you at his beck and call for the whole weekend, strolling around in a bra. And he takes you out to a movie? Hahaha!" I found it amusing.
She sighed.
"What?" I asked.
"Don't be mean to him. He is a nice guy."
"Yes, he is a nice guy. I agree. But still.....I saw the footage. He woke up, grope you, made out, and then....a movie?"
"Gautam!" she said in a slightly stern voice, which was a rarity. "The man is almost 50."
"So?"
"Don't you understand? What happens to male libido when it ages?"
"Oh!" I got her point. It's not that Shyam would not have liked to keep sticking his hard dick into my wife all day. But because of his age, and maybe his excess weight, he perhaps could not. Having cum in her mouth and then her tits already, maybe he needed some time to recharge. And hence the Salman movie.
"Anyway, he will be there soon. Be nice to him."
"Okay."
"Also....."
"Yes?"
"Make sure you watch the footage till Sunday morning before you come home. Then we can talk." she said.
"Alright, honey." I said and hung up.
I skipped ahead to 10 PM as Bela had told me to. And then started fast forwarding again. Soon the door to Shyam's place opened. And my wife walked in, followed by Shyam. I pressed play.
"That was a bad movie, Bhabhiji." he said laughing.
"Yes, but still, it was nice to see Salman. He has aged well."
"You think so?"
"He is over 50 and still has a six pack." she said.
"Bhabhiji, how can you be so naive? Don't you know, all these six packs are computer generated?"
"What? No way!" she giggled.
"Anyway...." he said and pulled her into his arms and kissed her. She kissed back.
Kissing and groping my wife, he took her towards the couch.
"I am very horny, Bhabhiji." he said, between kisses, pushing his crotch against her. I could see an erection under his pants.
"Ummmm." Bela said.
"Are you horny too, Bhabhiji?"
"Yes, Shyamji." she said, almost going limp in his arms.
I had experienced this going limp move from my wife many times so I knew what it meant. It meant she was really really randy and wanted to be fucked right away. So her making her body go limp was a signal that, take me, take me now, do whatever you want. It had taken a couple of years for me to figure out her body language that well.
If Shyam had my knowledge of her vagaries, he would have pulled down her pants and fucked her right away. Sadly, he did not have my knowledge. So he went a little too slow for his own good.
He did pull down her pants as he put on on the couch. And pushed down his own pants. But instead of fucking her right away, he hesitated, and then went down on her. And that was his mistake. Because as we know, Shyam was not very skilled at oral.
I watched Bela's face in zoom carefully. The hornyness seemed to almost go down like a fuel gauge of an emptying tank. Here she had been, absolutely randy and ripe for fucking. All he needed to do was spread her legs and mount her. But instead, he had gone the oral route again. Was it nervousness or was it him being decent? I don't know.
What I do know is that he let a precious moment slip by. Whatever misgivings Bela might have had about fucking Shyam, I am sure that at that moment, she would have allowed it. He missed the window. For a few minutes, his tongue clumsily lapped at her pussy. She let out some polite moans and sighs, but I knew she wasn't really into it. Her peak randiness had passed.
He went at it for a while. And then he stood up, his dick very hard and erect. Bela, now wearing just her t-shirt and her bra, sat up and looked at him in his eyes.
"Take off your t-shirt." he said.
And she did. Now she was in just her bra, just the way Shyam liked her.
A jolt seemed to pass through his body. Suddenly he got on the couch, with his knees below her thighs. And he grabbed her hair.
"Should I do it, Bhabhiji, should I?" he asked, his dick in his hand, positioned at her cunt.
"What?"
"Do you want me to fuck you, Bhabhiji?" he asked.
And I winced. He had asked the wrong question for the moment. A few minutes ago, the answer would have been yes. But now, I didn't know how she would respond.
"What do you wish, Shyamji?" she said, sounding oddly terrified, given all that she had done with this dude all day.
"I want you to tell me....do you want me to fuck you right now?" he asked.
She looked in his eyes, then down at his cock right by her pussy, then at his paunch, and then back in his eyes. And she just pursed her lips tightly.
"Tell me honestly, Bhabhiji, do you want me to?"
"I....I don't know, Shyamji." she said, on the verge of crying.
That made him let go of her hair and step back. And I couldn't help but admire the immense decency of this man. She didn't give him explicit consent. And he immediately stepped away.
"Here, Bhabhiji, would you like to......I want you to have another breezer." he said.
Bela obediently took the bottle from his hand, and sat down on the couch next to him. She was still in just her bra, with her tits hanging out. She sat on the couch with one leg folded up with the foot on the couch, and another on the floor. And she wrapped her hands around that one knee, taking sips from the bottle. She often sat this way at home, but when she was dressed. When fully dressed, in that pose, she looked very simple and traditional. Now, almost naked, she looked really trashy and slutty, with her pussy lips parted. I loved how hot she looked.
Shyam put his arm around her shoulder, started the scene, and started having his beer. And the two of them kept watching porn. I watched for a couple more minutes. Bela still had a slightly horny look on her face. I suddenly realized, she had still not had a release of her own!
One of the secrets behind me getting my shy wife to open up so much and try so many things was, a constant supply of orgasms. I had learned from my ex-girlfriends that female satisfaction is just as important as the male's, if not more so. Whenever we had sex or even fooled around, I made sure Bela was regularly and passionately cumming. Be it actual sex, or oral sex, or fingering, I tried to maintain a 3:1 ratio, which meant that for every orgasm I had, she should have at least 3. Even during a regular sex session, I first went down on her to make her cum and get wet, and only then entered her. Made sure she had an orgasm during sex. And then after, as we cuddled, I would finger her to a climax again.
So given that Bela's sexual history was largely limited to me, except for that one joust with Riaz, I guess she was conditioned or even used to getting regular orgasms during any amorous activity.
But clearly, the Saturday action that far had been different. Shyam was a very nice guy, a caring guy, a considerate guy. But he was still a conventional middle class Indian male, and I presumed not very experienced sexually. So he was perhaps not wired to prioritize the orgasms of his mate. I felt bad for his wife. But more importantly, I felt bad for my wife.
She had been practically naked for almost 24 hours. Had been fondled and played with by Shyam a lot. Been put in exhibitionist situations. But had not yet had sexual release. The first time that day, Shyam just had her give him a quick blowjob, came in her mouth, and that was it. This second time, he had started going down on her, not very skillfully. But had not finished the job. Had stopped midway and gotten up to titty-fuck her. And that was it.
Besides, the night before I left or even the day I left, we had not had sex. Given how regularly and frequently we had sex, this meant that Bela's body had now gone without a single orgasm for an unusually long time. Surely, she was feeling some pent up sexual frustration.
Maybe that's why her face looked so tense as she watched the porn sitting next to Shyam. I am sure her primal instincts were egging her on to just mount the guy then and there. Or demand that he finger or tongue her. But my shy wife was very unlikely to make such a demand.
I watched for a few more minutes. Nothing was happening. They were just sitting there watching porn. I pressed fast forward. Which was a good thing, because it saved me a lot of time.
Shyam had hugged and pawed and fondled her as they watched the porn. And after they both finished their drinks, he had gotten more. And he kept pressing buttons to start more porn scenes. But other than that, despite having a young hot voluptuous woman next to him, he did not make a more ambitious move. And then a while later, he had slumped over and fallen asleep, sloshed with all that beer. When I saw him slump over, I pressed play again.
Bela had noticed that her companion of the weekend had fallen asleep on the couch.
"Shyamji?" she gently said.
He responded with a loud snore.
She slowly moved his arm off her shoulder and got up. She was clearly drunk too, because I saw her stumble a little as she walked to the bathroom again. She was in there for a decent amount of time. I wondered if she was masturbating, since Shyam had not been considerate enough to think of her. When I asked her later, I found out that no, she wasn't masturbating, she was vomiting. My wife, who had never had more than a few sips of alcohol, had downed 4 breezers in a couple of hours. It might not sound like much to you or me, but for a lightweight like her, it was a lot to digest.
She came out of the bathroom, still in her nearly naked state, still a little unsure on her feet. She walked over to Shyam, who had now slumped on the couch completely horizontal and was deep asleep. The porn video on the laptop had ended and it was silent. Bela stared at the screen for a few seconds. Then she suddenly seemed to remember something and looked around the room. She walked around the room, carefully looking at the walls. And then she stopped, right below one of my hidden cameras.
"Are you there? Are you watching?" she whispered, then looked at Shyam to make sure he was still sleeping.
She walked around a little more and spotted the second camera, hidden behind cable wires.
"I really miss you, ji." she said in a sad voice.
At that very moment, my phone started ringing. I paused the video and answered it.
"I really missed you too, sweetheart." I said lovingly.
"What?" Bela asked in a confused voice.
"Oh nothing. I was just watching the footage from Saturday afternoon where Shyam ti...." I was about to say tit-fucked you, but I knew how dirty words could trigger her, so instead I said, "Shyam took a nap. And you walked around the room spotting the cameras. And said you really missed me."
"Oh...did I?" she said.
"You don't remember?"
"Of course I missed you. But Saturday afternoon.....or much of Saturday....I don't really remember. Because of the alcohol I think." she sounded ashamed.
"Hehe, okay. Anyway, why did you call?"
"Shyamji called and said he is coming over soon to talk. Said you are in office so we can talk with some privacy."
"Yes, I am in office." I replied. "Talk about what?"
"I need you to decide what to tell him. Remember my dilemma? I am your wife and I am to listen to you. You asked me to listen to him, but also to honestly tell you everything. He says we should keep whatever we did a secret, or at least hide the more scandalous parts. I told him I wouldn't tell you till Monday. So he is coming over to discuss, have I told you? Will I tell you? What is the official story, ji?"
"Hmmmm....okay. What do you think we should do?"
"Whatever you decide, ji, is....."
"Oh for fuck's sake, for just one minute, forget this submissive obedient persona, and just think for yourself, will you?" I snapped.
She was silent.
"Bela...sorry....I love you, honey. I know this isn't easy. I am sincerely asking you.....what do you think we should do?"
"You have watched till Saturday afternoon already?" she asked in a normal voice.
"Yes. I fast forwarded through a lot of stuff at 16x."
"Okay....here is what I think we should do. I will tell him that all I told you was that we had lunch and dinner, and he didn't try anything, and I didn't do anything. It was like two normal family friends having a few meals together. That way, he will stop freaking out. He has been really tense about what you will do or say if you find out what happened."
"Alright, sounds good." I said.
"One more thing. I am going to tell him to tell you that the dinners together will now stop, including tonight. That he is very uncomfortable with those dinners, his family is coming soon, etc. And when he tells you that, say okay, and don't push him too much. He is already terrified of you."
"Okay, as you wish, ji." I used her own line and chuckled. "Why do you want the dinners to stop though?"
"You are at Saturday afternoon?" she asked.
"Yes."
"You have seen everything that happened before?"
"Yes."
"Okay, fast forward through late afternoon and evening. Don't skip it. Forward so you get a sense of what happened. And then later at night, start watching again. Through the late night. In the bedroom."
"In the.....bedroom? Our bedroom?"
"No, his bedroom." she said.
I was silent this time for a few seconds.
"Gautam?? I mean....suniye ji?" she asked, now reverting to her submissive persona.
"Alright, tell him that. I will catch up on the videos and see you later."
I hung up the phone and then wondered, what were Shyam and Bela discussing at home. What were they doing. What had happened the rest of the weekend. Why in his bedroom? Well, only one way to find out.
As Bela had instructed, I started playing the footage at high speed and observing. Even though I was playing the footage at high speed, it was still a lot of hours, so took me some time to get through. Plus, there was no sound at high speed, so I had no idea what conversations took place. But this is what I saw.
Bela walked around the house, and spotted all the cameras I had planted. Then she walked back to Shyam, who continued to sleep. She went to the kitchen and made tea as she checked her phone and read stuff on it. Then she drank the tea. This took up almost an hour and a half and it was evening by now. Shyam finally woke up and went to the kitchen. Bela pointed him to the tea. He drank his, making Bela sit in his lap and fondling her naked body.
But he still kept his underwear on. In fast forward, it looked comical how intensely Shyam was attacking and groping my wife's nakedness, but it didn't go beyond groping. I saw his fingers at her pussy too, but it did not seem like she had an orgasm.
For a few moments, I stopped fast forwarding and listened in at regular speed. All I heard were smooching and petting sounds and random ooh's and aah's. So I started fast forwarding again.
Then suddenly, at about 5:30 pm, they got up and started getting dressed. Shyam wore all his clothes. Bela wore her clothes, and seemed to notice the stains on her chest for the first time. They left the house. Soon they appeared in our house. Bela quickly changed out of that shirt and into a different one. And then they left our house too.
And then, the footage just showed empty houses for a while. And my phone rang again.
"Hey, I am at Saturday evening. You two just got dressed and left."
"Yeah okay, listen please, ji." she said in an urgent voice.
"What's up?"
"Shyamji and I had a long talk. I will tell you all the details later after you have watched everything. For now, just know that I told him exactly what we discussed. That I told you we only had innocent meals together, and nothing happened. He is headed to the office now. He will tell you that he doesn't want to come over for dinners anymore. Just accept that. Okay?"
"Okay, Bela." I said. "So that evening, you got dressed and left. I am just staring at empty houses."
"Oh right, you can skip ahead to 10 pm if you like. He wanted to take me for a movie."
"A movie?"
"Yes, the latest Salman Khan blockbuster. We went and watched the movie in town and then had dinner."
"Wait....this guy has you at his beck and call for the whole weekend, strolling around in a bra. And he takes you out to a movie? Hahaha!" I found it amusing.
She sighed.
"What?" I asked.
"Don't be mean to him. He is a nice guy."
"Yes, he is a nice guy. I agree. But still.....I saw the footage. He woke up, grope you, made out, and then....a movie?"
"Gautam!" she said in a slightly stern voice, which was a rarity. "The man is almost 50."
"So?"
"Don't you understand? What happens to male libido when it ages?"
"Oh!" I got her point. It's not that Shyam would not have liked to keep sticking his hard dick into my wife all day. But because of his age, and maybe his excess weight, he perhaps could not. Having cum in her mouth and then her tits already, maybe he needed some time to recharge. And hence the Salman movie.
"Anyway, he will be there soon. Be nice to him."
"Okay."
"Also....."
"Yes?"
"Make sure you watch the footage till Sunday morning before you come home. Then we can talk." she said.
"Alright, honey." I said and hung up.
I skipped ahead to 10 PM as Bela had told me to. And then started fast forwarding again. Soon the door to Shyam's place opened. And my wife walked in, followed by Shyam. I pressed play.
"That was a bad movie, Bhabhiji." he said laughing.
"Yes, but still, it was nice to see Salman. He has aged well."
"You think so?"
"He is over 50 and still has a six pack." she said.
"Bhabhiji, how can you be so naive? Don't you know, all these six packs are computer generated?"
"What? No way!" she giggled.
"Anyway...." he said and pulled her into his arms and kissed her. She kissed back.
Kissing and groping my wife, he took her towards the couch.
"I am very horny, Bhabhiji." he said, between kisses, pushing his crotch against her. I could see an erection under his pants.
"Ummmm." Bela said.
"Are you horny too, Bhabhiji?"
"Yes, Shyamji." she said, almost going limp in his arms.
I had experienced this going limp move from my wife many times so I knew what it meant. It meant she was really really randy and wanted to be fucked right away. So her making her body go limp was a signal that, take me, take me now, do whatever you want. It had taken a couple of years for me to figure out her body language that well.
If Shyam had my knowledge of her vagaries, he would have pulled down her pants and fucked her right away. Sadly, he did not have my knowledge. So he went a little too slow for his own good.
He did pull down her pants as he put on on the couch. And pushed down his own pants. But instead of fucking her right away, he hesitated, and then went down on her. And that was his mistake. Because as we know, Shyam was not very skilled at oral.
I watched Bela's face in zoom carefully. The hornyness seemed to almost go down like a fuel gauge of an emptying tank. Here she had been, absolutely randy and ripe for fucking. All he needed to do was spread her legs and mount her. But instead, he had gone the oral route again. Was it nervousness or was it him being decent? I don't know.
What I do know is that he let a precious moment slip by. Whatever misgivings Bela might have had about fucking Shyam, I am sure that at that moment, she would have allowed it. He missed the window. For a few minutes, his tongue clumsily lapped at her pussy. She let out some polite moans and sighs, but I knew she wasn't really into it. Her peak randiness had passed.
He went at it for a while. And then he stood up, his dick very hard and erect. Bela, now wearing just her t-shirt and her bra, sat up and looked at him in his eyes.
"Take off your t-shirt." he said.
And she did. Now she was in just her bra, just the way Shyam liked her.
A jolt seemed to pass through his body. Suddenly he got on the couch, with his knees below her thighs. And he grabbed her hair.
"Should I do it, Bhabhiji, should I?" he asked, his dick in his hand, positioned at her cunt.
"What?"
"Do you want me to fuck you, Bhabhiji?" he asked.
And I winced. He had asked the wrong question for the moment. A few minutes ago, the answer would have been yes. But now, I didn't know how she would respond.
"What do you wish, Shyamji?" she said, sounding oddly terrified, given all that she had done with this dude all day.
"I want you to tell me....do you want me to fuck you right now?" he asked.
She looked in his eyes, then down at his cock right by her pussy, then at his paunch, and then back in his eyes. And she just pursed her lips tightly.
"Tell me honestly, Bhabhiji, do you want me to?"
"I....I don't know, Shyamji." she said, on the verge of crying.
That made him let go of her hair and step back. And I couldn't help but admire the immense decency of this man. She didn't give him explicit consent. And he immediately stepped away.
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