Adultery The Naughtiest Wife

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Chapter-4 Being Watched-I

 

 

Two weeks had passed since Shakti and Shubhangi had their tryst with Crystal. Shakti was out of town, Shubhangi found herself sitting at her desk at home drinking a glass of wine with a pad of paper in front of her, she was wearing her silk robe with nothing underneath, her trash can was half full of little yellow balls of legal paper that she’d written on and then discarded. It was her turn to come up with her fantasy for Shakti to fulfil and she’d only two more days before her fantasy was ‘due’. This was harder than she’d imagined it would be, and she wanted the fantasy to be deeply fulfilling for her and also for Shakti. She’d toyed with a lot of ideas, but always seemed to come back to images of Shakti and her, with Crystal or Michelle and her with Rick.

 

Shubhangi couldn’t get these ideas out of her head and she didn’t want to repeat or recycle a fantasy, she was learning something about herself in this game of theirs: she really didn’t know her own sexuality as well as she thought.

 

“Damn! This shouldn’t be so hard…” Shubhangi thought as she tore another sheet off the top of the tablet and wadded it into another ball and threw it at the trash can, she downed the last of her glass of wine and went to the bathroom to pee. She stood looking at herself in the mirror not really recognizing the person staring back. “Why is this hard? It’s just sex? Everyone does it…why can’t I come up with a fantasy? God what gets me off?” she thought. She sat on the toilet, peed and thought about even when she was with Michelle last month, she was little more than a puppet to her, she realized that she’d never initiated sex in her life.

 

“God…what is wrong with me? How is that possible?” Shubhangi thought, she returned to the kitchen wanting another glass of wine as her epiphany progressed. She was a prude, well maybe not a prude, but she’d never been in a position to get whatever she wanted sexually. What did I want? What turned me on? What made my heart race and my pussy tingle? She thought. Even her masturbation fantasies were not her own, she thought about the last time she used her fingers on herself and replayed the images in her mind, she was lying on her bed, naked. The lights off, but shafts of streetlights filtered through her bedroom curtains giving her body a sensuous moonlight glow. Her fingers were on her clit, but her mind was conjuring images of Rick; his cock hard and throbbing, as he entered her, the feeling of fullness and lust coursing through her the feeling of him cumming inside her.

 

Shubhangi came within ten minutes on her own fingers, but she’d not once in her fantast been the active participant, she’d not even in her own masturbatory fantasies, been the aggressor. It was always him doing something to her, not her doing something to him. She stood in her kitchen holding a fresh glass of wine staring through her own translucent reflection in the kitchen window over the sink, she was lost in her thoughts of sexual confusion. Across the alley that her kitchen faced, a light burned in a second story window of the apartment building where lots of young people lived. The rents in the building were cheap by Chicago standards and the trains provided enough mobility that few needed automobiles. Her reverie was broken as a silhouette of a person crossed in front of the window opposite her own.

 

There were no curtains there and Shubhangi suspected a group of college kids lived there, suddenly a man appeared framed in the window staring out at the night. Being Chicago, they were no more that twenty feet apart from his apartment to her. The man was no more that 20 or 21 years old and he seemed not to have noticed her as of yet. He was wearing only a pair of blue boxer brief underwear, she watched him as he stretched and lit a cigarette, blowing smoke through a torn screen. He was muscular, young and very attractive, Shubhangi watched him for several minutes before the thought occurred to her that she probably shouldn’t be staring in his window. However, it was not like she was doing anything wrong as she was in her own house and they didn’t bother with curtains.

 

Perhaps it was the wine, the sexual frustration Shubhangi felt, or a combination of both, but she couldn’t tear herself away from the image of his perfect body framed in the window as if it were a living panting. She took another sip of wine and stood silently staring watching him smoke. He noticed her a minute later, their eyes met and Shubhangi could see him startle at the realization that he was being watched by her. He stepped quickly away from the window, and feelings of guilt immediately hit Shubhangi. She slugged another sip from her wine and pretended to be washing out the glass in the kitchen, knowing that she’d been caught but pretending that she’d been there innocently. Her face burned red and she felt bad about what she’d just done. And then he was back, staring at her, Shubhangi tried not to look, but found her eyes continuously drawn to his window; she set her now extra clean wine glass in the glass rack and tentatively looked up again. He was grinning at her and waved, he was still in his underwear and made no attempt to cover himself.

 

Shubhangi tentatively waved to him, finally acknowledging his presence, she licked her lips as she drank in the sight of him. Knowing that he knew she was watching him made the situation far more exciting and her mind was drawn back to her nude adventure in her bedroom where she found the box of pornography and had watched the construction workers across the street. The man across the street was watching her intriguingly, not that they were aware of each other, Shubhangi felt as though they shared an intimate connection. Not sexual, but definitely intimate, the thought made her tingle with excitement. He blew her a kiss from across the street and she found herself smiling wildly, she returned the gesture and he grinned like a child. Although they could not speak to each other, she found they were flirting with non-verbal cues. He flexed his muscular body for her jokingly and then stood with his hands out at the sides, palm up as if to ask “Well what do you think?”

 

Shubhangi laughed out loud at the image and clapped her hands together as if giving him her definite approval.   

 

He then pointed to her as if to say “Your turn…” Shubhangi was confused at first and then realization dawned on her and her face blushed crimson, she shook her head as if saying “No way…”

 

Her partner in voyeurism simply cocked his head to one side and waited as if saying “Yes…it’s your turn…you started this…” Shubhangi drew in a deep breath, knowing that he was right, her fingers found the knot of the belt holding her robe together and without thinking she tugged letting the belt come free and shrugging her robe off her shoulders. The robe silently fluttered to the floor around her feet, she was exposed completely to him and was feeling both aroused and very naked, both literally and emotionally. She was immediately rewarded with silent applause from the other side of the street, she giggled at herself, no longer feeling self-conscious. She held her own breasts and shook them gently from side to side as if displaying them at a meat counter. She could see the stranger across the street laughing.

 

He smiled at Shubhangi again, hooked him thumbs on both sides of his underwear; looked at her with raised eyebrows as if to say “Should I?”

 

Shubhangi nodded enthusiastically, and was rewarded with the image of him dropping his underwear in on quick fluid motion, he stood up naked with his hands extended to his sides as if to say “Here it is.”

 

Shubhangi giggled again and clapped for him, he turned around in a complete circle letting her drink in the images of his nude body in a 360-degree rotation. His cock was not hard, but it was also not soft, it was about 6 inches long sticking out from a patch of pubic hair. They stood looking at each other for another thirty seconds or so, but the moment was fading. Shubhangi raised a hand to him as if to say “Good night and thanks for the fun.”

 

He waved back and they both moved away from their windows, Shubhangi found herself in her bedroom a minute later laying on her back massaging her clitoris and fantasizing about what had just happened. She let her mind wander and found herself imagining him watching her rub herself, he pussy flooded at the thought and her nipples tingled. She was rubbing herself on the bed and imagining what she must look like to an observer. In a sense she was masturbating to herself and she loved it. She rubbed her clit faster imagining the show, she would be putting on had her friend been watching. The images of her naked body close to orgasm flashed through her mind as if she were the voyeur. When she came, she was picturing what she must look like to another set of eyes. Her body would be shivering with pleasure as waves of orgasmic sensation rolled through her body, she knew at that moment the fantasy she wanted.

 

After Shubhangi came down from her orgasm, she raced still naked to her deck, she grabbed a pen and scrawled three sentences on a piece of paper. She reread what she’d written once and made no changes, she pulled an envelope from her drawer and shoved the paper inside and sealed it. She held the envelope briefly thinking “Am I really going to give this?” She went to the kitchen and got her robe; she went to her closet and found a pair of slippers and slipped out of her front door. She ran towards Shakti’s car which was still in the patio and hesitated only a second before dropping the letter inside. It was done, she breathed deeply and ran back to her room not believing that she’d just put her first fantasy for Shakti. She silently prayed to herself that she would not regret later.

 

Nothing happened for a week after Shubhangi placed the envelope inside Shakti’s car, Shakti didn’t even acknowledge that he’d received it and it was driving her crazy. She knew he’d; honesty was a fundamental part of the game they were playing; she was determined not to ask him anything just as he’d not asked her anything the previous month. Inside, however, she was squirming with anticipation, she was rereading in her mind that she’d written him and second guessing every work. Questions blazed through her evert waking moment about her fantasy. Was it too vague? Was it too specific? Could he pull it off? Would he want to? Where would it happen? When would it happen? Why didn’t she take more time to be more thorough, rather than scrawling her desire on a piece of paper and placing it in his car. She’d three more weeks of agony, or it could happen tonight.

 

Another week crawled by and Shubhangi was considering talking to Shakti, then the Tuesday of week 2 she got a message from Shakti:

 

“Saturday is going to be a special day…meet me sharp at 3:00 pm ” was all it said. Shubhangi read and re-read his short message at least fifty times, Saturday at three was all she got? Was he fucking kidding? Well She guess she deserved this after the suspense she must have put him through last month. She thanked Michelle didn’t let her procrastinate too much. She never had considered that he must have been dying inside every minute that he didn’t know what was going to happen. Saturday morning, Shubhangi woke up and showered thoroughly including shaving her legs and her pubic hair, she trimmed her pussy nicely but left a sexy ‘landing strip’ of hair just for Shakti. When she was clean, she agonized over what to wear and settled for a skirt and blouse outfit that was not slutty but not conservative either. She’d the familiar anticipatory butterflies in her stomach and she could not stop fidgeting all time. She went for shopping, the hours alternatively flew by; finally, at 2 pm she took a deep breath and headed for home.

 

They’d leased a new house in the suburbs; it was 4 bedrooms with a large living area and kitchen. They’d a 20x20 foot deck on the back that overlooked an in-ground pool, the basement was finished to be the ultimate party room with a guest bedroom. French doors opened up out to a concrete veranda below the deck, the pool took up mist of the backyard and the 10-foot private fence ensured it was not visible from any of the neighbour’s houses. She got to the front door at 2:45 after killing 15 minutes driving around the subdivision so as not to be too early, as she approached the door, she noticed an envelope with her name on it taped to the door knocker.

 

Shubhangi opened the envelope with trembling hands, inside was a single 3x5 card which read “Your fantasy is about to come true…please go to the basement bathroom and await further instructions…don’t turn on any lights and don’t go anywhere else.” She took a deep breath and opened the door slowly not knowing what to expect, she stepped into the foyer and said “Hello? Shakti?” She was greeted with silence and the house appeared to be empty at first glance. She set her purse on the kitchen table and proceeded downstairs to the basement playroom, the lights were completely off except for the bathroom which was very near the bottom of the stairs. She could not see around the corner and into the main room without violating her instructions, she strained to see anything that might give her a clue as to future, but was only frustrated with the black silence. She could only see the silhouette of the pool table that was near the bathroom door. She entered the bathroom and closed the door slowly until she heard the mechanical click.

 

The bathroom was very large, to her right was the combinations shower/tub and the toilet. Directly in front of her was the double vanity and mirror, over the mirror 6 bright lights glowed. Tapped to the mirror was half of a yellow legal piece of paper that she recognized immediately, she pulled it from the mirror and reread what she’d written almost two weeks earlier in post orgasmic insanity:

 

My loving Hubby,

 

I want to watch myself get fucked, I want people to watch me get fucked; I want to look into strange eyes and see my orgasm reflected in them while I get fucked.

 

Your loving wife.

 

Shubhangi was trembling as she held the paper, and was also blushing. She turned the paper over to find more writing, this time it was in Shakti’s hand.

 

“Shubhangi,

 

I love this fantasy…I never imagined you would make me so hot…if you still want to go through with this…I’ve arranged for your fantasy to come true in a very special way…I’ve decided to make a movie of your fantasy…so that you can watch yourself get fucked anytime you wish…only a copy will be made…only for your eyes…the way today will progress is quite simple…since you want to be watched…and we’re making a movie…I’ve arranged for you to be a porn star for a day…when you come out of the bathroom…you’ll be naked…walk to the middle of the basement bedroom…turn on the television…a movie will start…you’re to perform as if you’re the woman on the screen…everything she does…you do…at the end of the scene you’ll return to the bathroom…wait exactly 15 minutes…then return to the bed…there are three scenes you’ll be performing in…you’re in character…so you’re not to talk to any members of the production staff…will only interact with the people on the bed.

 

Shakti.”

 

Shubhangi read and reread his note. A porno movie? She shivered with doubt, excitement and anticipation. Holy shit this was crazy. And who exactly is his production staff? Was she really going to walk into a room naked, expected to fuck like a porn star in front of God knows who? Shubhangi suddenly gasped and realized she’d not been breathing for the last few minutes; her hands were trembling and images of her having sex in a room full of people that she didn’t knew both aroused and terrified her. Her nipples tingled and her stomach was in knots, she took a deep breath and stared at her reflection in the mirror as if looking to her own image for the resolve to either run her ass straight out or to begin taking off her clothes. She knew she would go through with it, she smiled to herself in the mirror and her tension and fear slowly left her. 

 

Shubhangi unbuttoned the blouse she’d chosen with such care and hung it on the hook behind the door, next came off her skirt and bra; she stood watching herself in nothing but her sexiest underwear and massaged her nipples gently. There was not denying her feelings now, she was on fire with lust and anticipation. She was transforming as she looked at herself in her reflection, she was changing from Shubhangi the good wife that worked as a mid-level manager in a financial consultancy to Shubhangi the naughtiest wife who danced naked in a bar last month and masturbated in a limo while a big black man jacked off on her tits and face while her best friend ate her cunt. Yes, her cunt. Good wife didn’t use such words but the naughtiest wife did.

 

“Cunt…cunt…cunt…” Shubhangi repeated the mantra to herself as she stood naked in bathroom and played with her own nipples. ‘Shubhangi the naughtiest wife’ was never afraid of sexual conquest and was up for anything. Her panties slid down her smooth legs and she stepped out of them as sexily as she could, she watched herself strip and imagined the image she must have made last month on stage in a sleazy bar in St. Louis. She was feeling hot, when she was naked and completely horny, she smiled at the woman in the mirror who she barely recognized and turned the door. She opened the door slowly and flicked off the light, darkness enveloped her as she stepped out of the bathroom and around the corner towards the main living area of the basement. She was tingling with anticipation and the cool basement air caressed her naked flesh, her bare feet padded towards the centre of the room on soft carpet. Her eyes were beginning to adjust to the gloom and she found that light did seep in around the edge of the blackout dbangs that hung over the windows.

 

Shubhangi found the bedroom and quietly tiptoed through the open door. There was a lump lying in the centre of the bed facing the big screen TV. She couldn’t see his face in the darkness, only his shape, but she knew he was smiling as he watched her approach. The remote was at the edge of the bed and she wordlessly picked it up and pushed the ‘play’ button on the VCR control. Immediately the big screen came to life improving the lighting of the room, Shakti was lying on his stomach, he was naked except for a towel that covered his ass. The TV showed a man lying in much the same position as Shakti and a sexy blond woman with huge tits, she was naked and smiling at the man on the screen; then she began to massage his legs and Shubhangi understood. Shubhangi stepped forward and Shakti wordlessly handed her a bottle of massage oil, she applied a liberal amount to her hands and moved towards him. The blond on the screen now straddled the man and began to work his back with long soothing strokes. Shubhangi imitated her, enjoying the smell of jasmine and the feel of Shakti’s hard body under her.

 

Shubhangi’s fingers moved up and down Shakti’s spine working the muscles in his back, her pussy was on the small of his back and she ground gently against him as she worked. The woman on the TV was doing much the same, suddenly there was a quiet noise off to her right, Shubhangi’s fingers instinctively dug into Shakti as her head whipped toward the noise. There on the couch across the room was another person, a woman, and she’d a camera. Shubhangi stared at her and felt the terror come back for an instant, but she also imagined what she must look like to her and the tingles came back as well. Woman with camera moved closer to them and it was Michelle, her best friend. Shubhangi relaxed, the terror completely left her, she was left feeling nothing but relief and lust. Shubhangi could do this in front of Michelle, she would enjoy doing this in front of Michelle.

 

Michelle flipped a switch on the wall and two rows of track lighting came to life. They were not blinding, but Shubhangi was immediately bathed in an incandescence that made everything clearly visible, she understood immediately. It was for the camera. Shubhangi smiled at Michelle, licked her lips seductively for the camera and returned to massaging Shakti. The woman on the screen was finishing her work on her partners back and now moved to licking his cock and balls. Shubhangi was more than ready to imitate her, the woman on the screen was rubbing her own cunt, Shubhangi massaged her own and lay perpendicular to Shakti who had rolled over. Shubhangi mouth enveloped his mushroom shaped cock head and she licked it with wanton abandon, she rubbed his balls with her free hand imitating her porn star body double on the television screen. Michelle moved in closer and was zooming in on Shubhangi, Shubhangi put on quite a show for her. Shubhangi played Shakti’s balls, licking his shaft, jerking his cock with her hand as the real porn star on the screen led her through one of the most erotic blowjobs she’d ever given.

 

Shubhangi eyes were focused on the screen as the woman on the screen jerked her partner to orgasm; her head was resting on the man’s stomach, her face toward his cock. She laid the cock across her cheek and jerked the throbbing shaft with her hands, her mouth sucked at the base of the shaft as she moaned on his cock to send vibrations across the base of his shaft as she jerked. Suddenly balls contracted and the woman was summarily covered with stripe after white stripe of semen. Her moaning increased as if she were also Cumming. Shubhangi buried her face into the base of Shakti’s rock-hard cock. Moaning into him, his body shivered with pleasure. Shubhangi jerked his cock harder, Michelle was almost on top of Shubhangi with the camera. Shakti cock was lying across Shubhangi face as she rubbed it with both palm on the bottom and her cheek on the top.

 

Shakti erupted in orgasm with an intense groan, Shubhangi felt his first spurt paint a thick white stripe across her cheek from her chin to the top of her hair. His second spurt was more intense yet covering Shubhangi’s forehead and hair with his sticky goo, Shubhangi moaned using her lips to apply a vibrating sensation across his cock.

His third and fourth ejaculation came immediately, Shubhangi heard Michelle gasp and say “Jesus he can cum…” The thought of Michelle watching Shubhangi, filming their home-made pornography made Shubhangi feel even more sexual, the image in her mind intensified her own pleasure as Shubhangi continued to jack Shakti’s cock with the intensity of a true cum slut. He was moaning intensely with pleasure as he came again and again. Five pulses of his cock, then six and seven. Cum ran down Shubhangi’s face in a milky white river as he continued to empty his pleasure sack onto her face. Finally, his orgasm slowed in waves, Shakti was panting as Shubhangi continued to lick the base of his softening cock gently. He shivered in post orgasmic bliss and Shubhangi felt his body relax.

 

Shubhangi lifted her head slowly, opened her eyes to see his semi-hard cock oozing the last bit of his seed out of the slit in his cock. In the background Michelle was still filming, one hand was inside of her panties as Michelle rubbed her own clit at the exhibitionist seen in front of her. Shubhangi smiled at her and semen ran off her cheeks, Shubhangi then licked the tip of Shakti’s cock gently collecting the last of his ooze on her tongue. Michelle was zooming in on Shubhangi as she swallowed the tangy liquid. Shubhangi pussy was on fire and wet with her own juices, she was dying to fuck, but Shakti simply said, “Cut…Shubhangi go to the bathroom…get cleaned up for scene 2…”

 

 

Shubhangi was dying to get laid so bad she couldn’t think straight. Michelle turned off the camera and took Shubhangi by the hand leading her away from the cock she wanted so bad and into the bathroom.

 

“That was hot…clean up and you can get yours…” Michelle eyes glimmered with lust and anticipation as she closed the door on Shubhangi. Shubhangi turned to the mirror and saw her cum coated face for the first time. Her hair on her left side was matted to her head, her face looked like she’d been bobbing for apples in a vat of Elmer’s glue. Shubhangi smiled at herself as she took towel from the rack and wiped cum from her face, she washed her face as best she could, but she still had a light glaze on her face and hair. A shower was the only thing that was going to totally remove the evidence of his orgasm. On the back of the toilet a blue envelope was taped to the toilet tank. Shubhangi suspiciously turned the envelope over in her hands knowing that neither Michelle nor Shakti could have been the messenger of this envelope. She opened the envelope slowly. Written in handwriting that she didn’t recognize was a short note that said:

“Shubhangi, scene 2 begins now…return to the bed…push play on the VCR…you’re to become the blond woman on the screen.”

 

 

Shubhangi read the note again paying particular attention to the handwriting. It was definitely not Shakti’s or Michelle’s. The nervousness hit her again with the thought that perhaps Michelle was not their only voyeur. A shiver of excitement raced through her spine.

 

“Fuck it…let the world watch…” Shubhangi thought, put the envelope and note on the back of the toilet and confidently opened the door to the bathroom. She moved through the darkened basement toward the bed as her pussy throbbed in anticipation. She was praying that she would get fucked like she have never been fucked before.