23-12-2018, 04:11 PM
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That's when there was a knock on my door. I paused the footage, switched screen and said come in.
"Hello sir." Shyam poked his head in deferentially.
"Shyam, where have you been?" I asked nonchalantly.
"I had some bank work to take care of." He said in a rehearsed way. "How as the Delhi trip?"
"It was good. The bosses are happy with our progress." I said. "They will be coming for an inspection next month."
"Oh good. Good." he sat down nervously in front of me.
"How was your weekend? Did Bela take good care of you?" I asked. He seemed to flinch a little.
"Yes sir, bhabhiji's food is always great. And we also went to watch a movie together."
"Good." I said. "Anyway, I have a lot of work to catch up on. If there is anything else, we can talk at dinner."
"Sir.....about dinner." he said hesitantly.
"Yes?"
"I have managed to find a tiffin service that is very cheap and convenient. I don't need to come for dinner daily. It is too much of an inconvenience for bhabhiji I think." he said.
"It's no inconvenience, Shyam. But I can sense something. Is this because of the games I play with Bela?"
"I mean.....you know sir....I really appreciate all that. What man wouldn't? But I am an old-fashioned man, sir, a married man with kids. My wife will be joining me soon. I just.....don't feel comfortable, you know?"
"Sure, I think I get it. Not a problem."
"Thank you, sir. Thank you for understanding." he said and left.
I made sure he was all the way back at his desk and then started the videos again.
Shyam had stepped away from the couch and was staring at the nearly naked Bela with an indecisive look.
"We should have some drinks." he said, and went to the kitchen.
By the time he came back, Bela was sitting straight again, looking a little sad.
"I am sorry, Shyamji." she said.
"Please Bhabhiji, you never have to apologize to me." he sat down next to her and handed her the breezer. Then he started kissing her again, with one hand holding his beer and another on her breasts.
This making out went on for a few minutes, with sips of alcohol in between. And then Shyam opened his laptop again.
"That movie was bad. How about we watch something nicer?" he asked.
"As you wish." she said.
Of course, it was porn. He started it and then sat back. He was still naked from the waist down, as was Bela. She sat next to him, resting her head on his shoulder, and watched the screen attentively. A while later, he said.
"Bhabhiji, I want you to sit in my lap." he said.
"As you wish." Bela slid up on his lap and put one arm around his neck.
I could see his erect dick was pressed between his paunch and Bela's hips. She did not seem to mind the proximity of his dick to her nether regions. With a little sliding and maneuvring, he could have easily penetrated her. But he did not.
It was an erotic sight, watching my wife wearing just a bra, siting comfortably on the lap of my subordinate. Their skin colors formed a delicious contrast too, him dark and her so fair. And they weren't just siting still. There was a lot of fondling and groping happening between sips of alcohol.
"Do you remember that first night when you used your hands to relieve my tension?" Shyam finally said.
"Yes." she said and blushed. This was the odd contradictory brain of my wife. Even after all this, she was blushing at a tame first step.
"And do you remember how I used my fingers on you?"
She nodded and blushed again.
"I want us to do that right now, simultaneously."
Smart move, Shyam, I thought to myself. The last time he had brought her off with his fingers, she had announced that she was very horny and wanted me to fuck her right away. And he must have surely seen that his oral sex wasn't having the same effect. So I guessed he hoped that by fingering her to an orgasm again, maybe he would get her in a mood to fuck.
And so I saw Bela and Shyam pleasuring each other in a new configuration. Still sitting on his lap sideways and one arm around his neck, she wrapped her other hand around his dick and started slowly jacking him off. And she parted her legs to give him easy access to her pussy. And soon they were writhing and moaning together, using hands on each other while also kissing like lovers. It was really sexy to see Bela's round creamy butt gyrate around on his lap as he started slowly fucking her with one finger and then two. All the while, porn was playing in the background. But they were both in a porno of their own, so did not seem to be paying any attention.
They also kept drinking in between. This was now Bela's fifth or sixth drink of the day. And it seemed to make her woozy quite early. Her moans and gasps made it obvious that she was getting drunk. As did her hand movements, because she wasn't being as coordinated with her fist on his dick as she was earlier. Her fingers kept slipping and she kept losing pace.
Shyam meanwhile was doing okay with his fingers. It wasn't enough to make her cum very soon, but she clearly was finding this more pleasurable than his oral. Soon both their hand movements got faster, as if they were in a race to bring off the other. Bela started sliding her ass front and back on his thigh, which meant his fingering was definitely having an effect. And eventually she really went over the edge.
Almost three days of no orgasms meant that when this one hit, it really hit hard.
"Ahhhhh....oohhhhhh....." she started moaning loudly and jerking her hips back and forth so hard that at one point, she slipped off and her butt landed back on the couch.
Shyam didn't miss a beat though. His thumb was still rolling her clit around in a rapid motion as his two fingers stayed buried in her pussy, pleasuring her g-spot. And he kept going.
Bela seemed to be losing control of her limbs. Her arms flew behind her head, in the process leaving Shyam's dick untended to. Her legs started wriggling around. I had seen this dozens of times before. I knew what was coming or rather what was cumming.
"Ungghhhh unhhhh OHHHHH AHHH AAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHH!" she screamed as Shyam kept going with his fingers.
It was one of her most intense orgasms in recent times, the release of a lot of pent up sexual energy. And it showed as she shrieked and quaked, he boobs shaking even within the confines of the bra. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, she arched her back fully, at the peak of climax, and then collapsed on the couch again, pushing Shyam's hand away.
Shyam looked really pleased with himself. This had been quite a spectacle, even more impressive than the first time he fingered her to an orgasm.
"Ooof....hfff....." Bela said, still shivering from tiny aftershocks of the orgasm. "I'm thirsty."
She downed the few sips of her breezer. Then she reached over for Shyam's beer and had a few glugs of that.
"Bhabhiji, alcohol doesn't help with thirst. Let me get you water."
"Huhh...uh.....okay...." she said, still breathing hard.
As Shyam walked to the kitchen to get her water, she curled up into a fetal position on the couch. He filled a glass with water, put some ice in it. And then stopped and seemed to be talking to himself silently. As if girding up his courage to strike while the iron was hot. Unfortunately, he took too long.
Because by the time he returned, Bela had dozed off into a nice post-orgasmic slumber. Earlier in the day, he had dozed off on her. Now it was reversed.
"Bhabhiji, water." he said.
"Hmmm...." she stirred and slowly raised her head.
"Water." he held the glass to her lips and tilted it. She gulped down a lot of it thirstily.
She still seemed very out of it, almost half asleep.
"Are you sleepy, Bhabhiji?" he asked in a voice that was a mix of tenderness and disappointment.
"Hmmm." she nodded sleepily.
"Come, let me take you to my bed. Sleep there. That will be more comfortable."
She nodded and sat up, holding her spinning head. All that alcohol was now having its effect. She offered the hand Shyam held out and stood up, stumbling a little. And then he helped her to his bedroom.
Like the rest of the house, the bedroom was also very sparsely furnished. There was just a single bed with a basic mattress, and a table on one side. Shyam gently put Bela on the bed and covered her with a thin sheet. She grabbed the sheet and curled up.
Shyam then went outside and fetched her phone and purse and kept it on the stand next to her.
"You sleep well here, Bhabhiji. Your purse and phone are here, in case you need them. There is also a bottle of water. And I will sleep outside on the couch." she said, gently kissing her forehead.
"No...nnnno...." she said in a sulking voice.
"What?"
"Hold me.....hug me....." she mumbled, pulling him onto the bed with her.
Bela always loved being cuddled and spooned to sleep after sex. With me not there, Shyam was the best thing. And she had been in his lap just minutes ago. So spooning wasn't that big of a step.
"Okay Bhabhiji." Shyam said and gently got on the bed next to her. He put his arm around her and slid closer, his dick hitting her butt. I don't think Bela was in any condition to feel it. She seemed almost asleep.
And then for a while, that was that. Thanks to the night vision setting, I was able to see that the two of them were just asleep in each others' arms.
I fast forwarded through the tape. The scene did not change. Sleeping in that single bed was my older subordinate Shyam, his arms around my nearly naked wife, dressed in just a bra the way he liked. It was a small bed so the two of them barely fit on it even spooning. A couple of hours later, Shyam stirred. I pressed play. Sleepily, he headed to the bathroom, to relieve his ageing bladder. While he was gone, Bela stirred too, but did not wake up. She just turned to lay on her back, throwing off the blanket in the process.
Shyam returned and even in the darkness, saw the erotic sight of Bela splayed there with her legs open. He just stood staring at her, and I saw his naked cock getting erect. He started jacking it slowly.
"Bhabhiji" he whispered.
Bela is a sound sleeper so she didn't move. He sat on the bed next to her and called her name again. She still didn't move. She wasn't used to drinking as much as she had obeying Shyam. He got up, looking conflicted. He paced around, looking clearly horny but still worried. He went out to the kitchen and returned with a bottle of whiskey. He opened it and took a couple of big glugs.
He then slowly got on the bed, between Bela's legs. I sat up. Would he do it? Dare he do it? Even as she was passed out? That would technically be bang. Would it really be though?
Shyam was a fundamentally decent man. He had never even looked at my wife sideways until I started exposing her to him. And even then, he had stayed within limits despite surely getting blue balls every night. Now with me out of town, he had not rushed over to try his luck. I had insisted he go to our place. And Bela had signaled to him what the obedience game was. And showed up at his house almost naked. Then sucked his dick, watched porn with him, gotten drunk with him, let him finger and tongue her. And then gone to sleep with him in that tiny bed. Would it really be wrong of him to try the next logical step?
Shyam stayed kneeling with his dick in is hand for a couple of minutes. Then he took that hand off and slowly caressed her pussy. She didn't move. He flicked her clit. This made her shiver a little. Then he slipped a finger inside her cunt. This made her eyes half open as she made a moaning sound.
"Bhabhiji?"
"Hmmmm?" she sleepily said.
"Do you like this?" he said, moving his finger in and out.
"Hmmmm." she nodded and half-smiled, closing her eyes again. "But cold."
She pulled the blanket awkwardy. It fell over her body and Shyam's arm. He shifted a little and lowered himself next to her, his hand still down there.
"Let me warm you."
He joined her under the blanket and started kissing her. She put her arm around his neck and kissed back. And she started moaning more, now almost fully awake although still sounding drunk.
"Take me in your hand, bhabhiji." he whispered. I saw her arm move under the blanket towards his crotch.
What was happening was in a way a repeat of what had happened earlier, when they watched porn and masturbated each other. But something seemed very different in their body languages this time. They were hugging and kissing and writhing in a much more intimate way. Bela had started this weekend with the pretense that she was just a slave following orders. But now, maybe it was the booze or the day long erotic activity, but she seemed really into it.
"Ohhhh...uhmmmm....uhmmmm.....unnnnnnhhhHHHHHH!" she moaned through an obvious orgasm, although a smaller one than earlier. By now, Shyam knew her needs well. She shook and writhed in the older man's arms, and then finally stopped, breathing heavily. They kissed as Shyam fondled her boobs over her bra. Her hand kept moving at his crotch.
"Are you.....almost done?" she whispered.
"No......not yet."
They stared at each other as she continued jerking him off. He put his hand back at her crotch. And shoved two fingers in, moving them meaningfully.
"You're really wet." he said.
"Yes." she said and let go of his dick. She put her fingers between her teeth and chewed at them nervously.
Shyam got on his knees again, making the blanket fall off. He reached for the bottle and took a couple more glugs. He offered it to Bela who took a big swig herself.
"Where is my purse?" she asked.
"Right there." he pointed to the floor.
She reached over and picked it up. And I saw her take a condom out and hold it in her hands. She just held it like that and looked at Shyam. It took a few seconds for Shyam to recognize what it was. And he smiled. My wife had shown up at his place with a condom in her purse. Which meant she had definitely considered going all the way. This seemed to give him courage.
"Bhabhiji.....give that to me." he said.
She hesitated for a moment. And then stretched out her hand. He took it. Slowly tore it open and rolled it over his dick.
"Bhabhiji.....I want to make love to you."
She blushed a little.
"As you wish, Shyamji." she said. I sat up straight hearing her reply, as did my dick.
Slowly he got between her legs and spread them. She stared into his eyes. He stared back. And then I saw her eyes roll back as he moved his hips forward and slowly entered her.
"Ohhhhh....." she said, shivering.
Shyam leaned forward, so his paunch was on her flat stomach, and put his elbows on the bed. And then he thrust his hips forward again, fully penetrating her.
And there it was. The reason why Bela had wanted to me to watch what happened at night. There my wife was, getting her cunt invaded by yet another dick. There was my shy Indian wife, literally opening up.
The sex started very gently, with a lot of fondling and kissing between the two of them. His dick moved in and out in deep but gentle strokes, and I could see Bela's buttocks pulsating underneath. She locked her legs around his waist lovingly. He took turns between kissing her and licking her neck and ears. She kept stroking his hairy back and scratching it, something I always loved. This gentle missionary style love-making lasted about five minutes.
Then Shyam straightened a little and with his dick still inside Bela, rolled on her left side, lifting her right leg around himself. Bela turned her head to face him and now he started fucking her again, but in slightly faster strokes. he also scooped out her tits from her bra. What a sight my wife made, nearly naked, curled over on her side, getting banged by this elderly gentleman. He kept bending over to kiss her, nuzzle her neck, lick her ears, and of course, attack her big jiggling boobs.
Shyam then took his dick out and grabbed her by her slender waist, lifting her to a doggy style position. As everyone knows, this is perhaps the position in which the woman looks the sexiest, willingly on all fours like an animal, facing away from her lover, tits swinging hard, and the raised ass slapping against his body. And Bela looked every bit the subservient horny slut as Shyam started banging her with a tight grip on her waist.
Bela's own attitude and body language had changed as their sex progressed. Initially she had been agreeable but passive, letting Shyam get on top of her and fuck her as she let out small ladylike moans. Then she started getting more vocal and responding to him. During this doggy style fucking, she was almost completely like a bitch in heat, grunting obscenely, meeting every thrust from Shyam by pushing her ass back hard to take him in fully.
Shyam then lean forward and lowered his chest on top of her back, putting his hands on the bed and his face next to hers. He started fucking her even harder and faster. Bela was grunting and moved her knees outwards a little more to accommodate Shyam's right on her. It really was an amazing turn-on for me to see their bodies meshed together like that.
Soon Bela started her signature wail showing she was having an orgasm. Shyam was so turned on at realizing that he was making my young hot wife cum that he started bukcing his hips too. For a while they were no longer the boss's wife and the neighbor subordinate, they were no longer the shy housewife and the diffident middle aged family guy. They were just man and woman, writhing and wailing and jerking about in their simultaneous orgasms. It was an oddly erotic scene to behold.
Finally they crashed on the bed together after riding through the orgasms together. Bela turned around and breathing heavily, got in Shyam's arms. He wrapped them around her. He moved to take the condom off and then hugged her lying down again, pulling the blanket over them. They cuddled and kissed and made out for a while. And soon fell asleep again, tired from their latest exertions.
So there it was. The answer to my key question. Left alone to themselves, Shyam and Bela had indeed ended up fucking. And unlike the time with Riaz, when it was spontaneous and she didn't know I was around, this time she had chosen to go all the way with full knowledge that I was recording all this.
That night, with Shyam finally fucking Bela, marked a big milestone in our marriage. It represented yet another big step in the journey of my shy wife opening up. Going forward, things would be a bit different.
"Hello sir." Shyam poked his head in deferentially.
"Shyam, where have you been?" I asked nonchalantly.
"I had some bank work to take care of." He said in a rehearsed way. "How as the Delhi trip?"
"It was good. The bosses are happy with our progress." I said. "They will be coming for an inspection next month."
"Oh good. Good." he sat down nervously in front of me.
"How was your weekend? Did Bela take good care of you?" I asked. He seemed to flinch a little.
"Yes sir, bhabhiji's food is always great. And we also went to watch a movie together."
"Good." I said. "Anyway, I have a lot of work to catch up on. If there is anything else, we can talk at dinner."
"Sir.....about dinner." he said hesitantly.
"Yes?"
"I have managed to find a tiffin service that is very cheap and convenient. I don't need to come for dinner daily. It is too much of an inconvenience for bhabhiji I think." he said.
"It's no inconvenience, Shyam. But I can sense something. Is this because of the games I play with Bela?"
"I mean.....you know sir....I really appreciate all that. What man wouldn't? But I am an old-fashioned man, sir, a married man with kids. My wife will be joining me soon. I just.....don't feel comfortable, you know?"
"Sure, I think I get it. Not a problem."
"Thank you, sir. Thank you for understanding." he said and left.
I made sure he was all the way back at his desk and then started the videos again.
Shyam had stepped away from the couch and was staring at the nearly naked Bela with an indecisive look.
"We should have some drinks." he said, and went to the kitchen.
By the time he came back, Bela was sitting straight again, looking a little sad.
"I am sorry, Shyamji." she said.
"Please Bhabhiji, you never have to apologize to me." he sat down next to her and handed her the breezer. Then he started kissing her again, with one hand holding his beer and another on her breasts.
This making out went on for a few minutes, with sips of alcohol in between. And then Shyam opened his laptop again.
"That movie was bad. How about we watch something nicer?" he asked.
"As you wish." she said.
Of course, it was porn. He started it and then sat back. He was still naked from the waist down, as was Bela. She sat next to him, resting her head on his shoulder, and watched the screen attentively. A while later, he said.
"Bhabhiji, I want you to sit in my lap." he said.
"As you wish." Bela slid up on his lap and put one arm around his neck.
I could see his erect dick was pressed between his paunch and Bela's hips. She did not seem to mind the proximity of his dick to her nether regions. With a little sliding and maneuvring, he could have easily penetrated her. But he did not.
It was an erotic sight, watching my wife wearing just a bra, siting comfortably on the lap of my subordinate. Their skin colors formed a delicious contrast too, him dark and her so fair. And they weren't just siting still. There was a lot of fondling and groping happening between sips of alcohol.
"Do you remember that first night when you used your hands to relieve my tension?" Shyam finally said.
"Yes." she said and blushed. This was the odd contradictory brain of my wife. Even after all this, she was blushing at a tame first step.
"And do you remember how I used my fingers on you?"
She nodded and blushed again.
"I want us to do that right now, simultaneously."
Smart move, Shyam, I thought to myself. The last time he had brought her off with his fingers, she had announced that she was very horny and wanted me to fuck her right away. And he must have surely seen that his oral sex wasn't having the same effect. So I guessed he hoped that by fingering her to an orgasm again, maybe he would get her in a mood to fuck.
And so I saw Bela and Shyam pleasuring each other in a new configuration. Still sitting on his lap sideways and one arm around his neck, she wrapped her other hand around his dick and started slowly jacking him off. And she parted her legs to give him easy access to her pussy. And soon they were writhing and moaning together, using hands on each other while also kissing like lovers. It was really sexy to see Bela's round creamy butt gyrate around on his lap as he started slowly fucking her with one finger and then two. All the while, porn was playing in the background. But they were both in a porno of their own, so did not seem to be paying any attention.
They also kept drinking in between. This was now Bela's fifth or sixth drink of the day. And it seemed to make her woozy quite early. Her moans and gasps made it obvious that she was getting drunk. As did her hand movements, because she wasn't being as coordinated with her fist on his dick as she was earlier. Her fingers kept slipping and she kept losing pace.
Shyam meanwhile was doing okay with his fingers. It wasn't enough to make her cum very soon, but she clearly was finding this more pleasurable than his oral. Soon both their hand movements got faster, as if they were in a race to bring off the other. Bela started sliding her ass front and back on his thigh, which meant his fingering was definitely having an effect. And eventually she really went over the edge.
Almost three days of no orgasms meant that when this one hit, it really hit hard.
"Ahhhhh....oohhhhhh....." she started moaning loudly and jerking her hips back and forth so hard that at one point, she slipped off and her butt landed back on the couch.
Shyam didn't miss a beat though. His thumb was still rolling her clit around in a rapid motion as his two fingers stayed buried in her pussy, pleasuring her g-spot. And he kept going.
Bela seemed to be losing control of her limbs. Her arms flew behind her head, in the process leaving Shyam's dick untended to. Her legs started wriggling around. I had seen this dozens of times before. I knew what was coming or rather what was cumming.
"Ungghhhh unhhhh OHHHHH AHHH AAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHH!" she screamed as Shyam kept going with his fingers.
It was one of her most intense orgasms in recent times, the release of a lot of pent up sexual energy. And it showed as she shrieked and quaked, he boobs shaking even within the confines of the bra. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, she arched her back fully, at the peak of climax, and then collapsed on the couch again, pushing Shyam's hand away.
Shyam looked really pleased with himself. This had been quite a spectacle, even more impressive than the first time he fingered her to an orgasm.
"Ooof....hfff....." Bela said, still shivering from tiny aftershocks of the orgasm. "I'm thirsty."
She downed the few sips of her breezer. Then she reached over for Shyam's beer and had a few glugs of that.
"Bhabhiji, alcohol doesn't help with thirst. Let me get you water."
"Huhh...uh.....okay...." she said, still breathing hard.
As Shyam walked to the kitchen to get her water, she curled up into a fetal position on the couch. He filled a glass with water, put some ice in it. And then stopped and seemed to be talking to himself silently. As if girding up his courage to strike while the iron was hot. Unfortunately, he took too long.
Because by the time he returned, Bela had dozed off into a nice post-orgasmic slumber. Earlier in the day, he had dozed off on her. Now it was reversed.
"Bhabhiji, water." he said.
"Hmmm...." she stirred and slowly raised her head.
"Water." he held the glass to her lips and tilted it. She gulped down a lot of it thirstily.
She still seemed very out of it, almost half asleep.
"Are you sleepy, Bhabhiji?" he asked in a voice that was a mix of tenderness and disappointment.
"Hmmm." she nodded sleepily.
"Come, let me take you to my bed. Sleep there. That will be more comfortable."
She nodded and sat up, holding her spinning head. All that alcohol was now having its effect. She offered the hand Shyam held out and stood up, stumbling a little. And then he helped her to his bedroom.
Like the rest of the house, the bedroom was also very sparsely furnished. There was just a single bed with a basic mattress, and a table on one side. Shyam gently put Bela on the bed and covered her with a thin sheet. She grabbed the sheet and curled up.
Shyam then went outside and fetched her phone and purse and kept it on the stand next to her.
"You sleep well here, Bhabhiji. Your purse and phone are here, in case you need them. There is also a bottle of water. And I will sleep outside on the couch." she said, gently kissing her forehead.
"No...nnnno...." she said in a sulking voice.
"What?"
"Hold me.....hug me....." she mumbled, pulling him onto the bed with her.
Bela always loved being cuddled and spooned to sleep after sex. With me not there, Shyam was the best thing. And she had been in his lap just minutes ago. So spooning wasn't that big of a step.
"Okay Bhabhiji." Shyam said and gently got on the bed next to her. He put his arm around her and slid closer, his dick hitting her butt. I don't think Bela was in any condition to feel it. She seemed almost asleep.
And then for a while, that was that. Thanks to the night vision setting, I was able to see that the two of them were just asleep in each others' arms.
I fast forwarded through the tape. The scene did not change. Sleeping in that single bed was my older subordinate Shyam, his arms around my nearly naked wife, dressed in just a bra the way he liked. It was a small bed so the two of them barely fit on it even spooning. A couple of hours later, Shyam stirred. I pressed play. Sleepily, he headed to the bathroom, to relieve his ageing bladder. While he was gone, Bela stirred too, but did not wake up. She just turned to lay on her back, throwing off the blanket in the process.
Shyam returned and even in the darkness, saw the erotic sight of Bela splayed there with her legs open. He just stood staring at her, and I saw his naked cock getting erect. He started jacking it slowly.
"Bhabhiji" he whispered.
Bela is a sound sleeper so she didn't move. He sat on the bed next to her and called her name again. She still didn't move. She wasn't used to drinking as much as she had obeying Shyam. He got up, looking conflicted. He paced around, looking clearly horny but still worried. He went out to the kitchen and returned with a bottle of whiskey. He opened it and took a couple of big glugs.
He then slowly got on the bed, between Bela's legs. I sat up. Would he do it? Dare he do it? Even as she was passed out? That would technically be bang. Would it really be though?
Shyam was a fundamentally decent man. He had never even looked at my wife sideways until I started exposing her to him. And even then, he had stayed within limits despite surely getting blue balls every night. Now with me out of town, he had not rushed over to try his luck. I had insisted he go to our place. And Bela had signaled to him what the obedience game was. And showed up at his house almost naked. Then sucked his dick, watched porn with him, gotten drunk with him, let him finger and tongue her. And then gone to sleep with him in that tiny bed. Would it really be wrong of him to try the next logical step?
Shyam stayed kneeling with his dick in is hand for a couple of minutes. Then he took that hand off and slowly caressed her pussy. She didn't move. He flicked her clit. This made her shiver a little. Then he slipped a finger inside her cunt. This made her eyes half open as she made a moaning sound.
"Bhabhiji?"
"Hmmmm?" she sleepily said.
"Do you like this?" he said, moving his finger in and out.
"Hmmmm." she nodded and half-smiled, closing her eyes again. "But cold."
She pulled the blanket awkwardy. It fell over her body and Shyam's arm. He shifted a little and lowered himself next to her, his hand still down there.
"Let me warm you."
He joined her under the blanket and started kissing her. She put her arm around his neck and kissed back. And she started moaning more, now almost fully awake although still sounding drunk.
"Take me in your hand, bhabhiji." he whispered. I saw her arm move under the blanket towards his crotch.
What was happening was in a way a repeat of what had happened earlier, when they watched porn and masturbated each other. But something seemed very different in their body languages this time. They were hugging and kissing and writhing in a much more intimate way. Bela had started this weekend with the pretense that she was just a slave following orders. But now, maybe it was the booze or the day long erotic activity, but she seemed really into it.
"Ohhhh...uhmmmm....uhmmmm.....unnnnnnhhhHHHHHH!" she moaned through an obvious orgasm, although a smaller one than earlier. By now, Shyam knew her needs well. She shook and writhed in the older man's arms, and then finally stopped, breathing heavily. They kissed as Shyam fondled her boobs over her bra. Her hand kept moving at his crotch.
"Are you.....almost done?" she whispered.
"No......not yet."
They stared at each other as she continued jerking him off. He put his hand back at her crotch. And shoved two fingers in, moving them meaningfully.
"You're really wet." he said.
"Yes." she said and let go of his dick. She put her fingers between her teeth and chewed at them nervously.
Shyam got on his knees again, making the blanket fall off. He reached for the bottle and took a couple more glugs. He offered it to Bela who took a big swig herself.
"Where is my purse?" she asked.
"Right there." he pointed to the floor.
She reached over and picked it up. And I saw her take a condom out and hold it in her hands. She just held it like that and looked at Shyam. It took a few seconds for Shyam to recognize what it was. And he smiled. My wife had shown up at his place with a condom in her purse. Which meant she had definitely considered going all the way. This seemed to give him courage.
"Bhabhiji.....give that to me." he said.
She hesitated for a moment. And then stretched out her hand. He took it. Slowly tore it open and rolled it over his dick.
"Bhabhiji.....I want to make love to you."
She blushed a little.
"As you wish, Shyamji." she said. I sat up straight hearing her reply, as did my dick.
Slowly he got between her legs and spread them. She stared into his eyes. He stared back. And then I saw her eyes roll back as he moved his hips forward and slowly entered her.
"Ohhhhh....." she said, shivering.
Shyam leaned forward, so his paunch was on her flat stomach, and put his elbows on the bed. And then he thrust his hips forward again, fully penetrating her.
And there it was. The reason why Bela had wanted to me to watch what happened at night. There my wife was, getting her cunt invaded by yet another dick. There was my shy Indian wife, literally opening up.
The sex started very gently, with a lot of fondling and kissing between the two of them. His dick moved in and out in deep but gentle strokes, and I could see Bela's buttocks pulsating underneath. She locked her legs around his waist lovingly. He took turns between kissing her and licking her neck and ears. She kept stroking his hairy back and scratching it, something I always loved. This gentle missionary style love-making lasted about five minutes.
Then Shyam straightened a little and with his dick still inside Bela, rolled on her left side, lifting her right leg around himself. Bela turned her head to face him and now he started fucking her again, but in slightly faster strokes. he also scooped out her tits from her bra. What a sight my wife made, nearly naked, curled over on her side, getting banged by this elderly gentleman. He kept bending over to kiss her, nuzzle her neck, lick her ears, and of course, attack her big jiggling boobs.
Shyam then took his dick out and grabbed her by her slender waist, lifting her to a doggy style position. As everyone knows, this is perhaps the position in which the woman looks the sexiest, willingly on all fours like an animal, facing away from her lover, tits swinging hard, and the raised ass slapping against his body. And Bela looked every bit the subservient horny slut as Shyam started banging her with a tight grip on her waist.
Bela's own attitude and body language had changed as their sex progressed. Initially she had been agreeable but passive, letting Shyam get on top of her and fuck her as she let out small ladylike moans. Then she started getting more vocal and responding to him. During this doggy style fucking, she was almost completely like a bitch in heat, grunting obscenely, meeting every thrust from Shyam by pushing her ass back hard to take him in fully.
Shyam then lean forward and lowered his chest on top of her back, putting his hands on the bed and his face next to hers. He started fucking her even harder and faster. Bela was grunting and moved her knees outwards a little more to accommodate Shyam's right on her. It really was an amazing turn-on for me to see their bodies meshed together like that.
Soon Bela started her signature wail showing she was having an orgasm. Shyam was so turned on at realizing that he was making my young hot wife cum that he started bukcing his hips too. For a while they were no longer the boss's wife and the neighbor subordinate, they were no longer the shy housewife and the diffident middle aged family guy. They were just man and woman, writhing and wailing and jerking about in their simultaneous orgasms. It was an oddly erotic scene to behold.
Finally they crashed on the bed together after riding through the orgasms together. Bela turned around and breathing heavily, got in Shyam's arms. He wrapped them around her. He moved to take the condom off and then hugged her lying down again, pulling the blanket over them. They cuddled and kissed and made out for a while. And soon fell asleep again, tired from their latest exertions.
So there it was. The answer to my key question. Left alone to themselves, Shyam and Bela had indeed ended up fucking. And unlike the time with Riaz, when it was spontaneous and she didn't know I was around, this time she had chosen to go all the way with full knowledge that I was recording all this.
That night, with Shyam finally fucking Bela, marked a big milestone in our marriage. It represented yet another big step in the journey of my shy wife opening up. Going forward, things would be a bit different.
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