18-03-2024, 10:48 AM
‘Do you play cards?’ I asked
She eagerly said she loves cards. I was glad that there’s something that makes her excited. I brought the cards. While I brough the cards I drafted many ideas in my mind about how to lead her to comply to my fantasies. You might be wondering what my fantasies were. Here they are:
1, Making my wife wear western dress with a little exposure and take her to a mall or market. I like to feel the jealousy of the men around when I would wrap my arm around the lady everybody drools for.
2, Making love with her on the terrace (btw the floor above my flat is terrace, so we wouldn’t have to cross any floor to reach the terrace. Mostly it’s very rarely used.)
3, Showing the naked beauty of my wife without the face and hearing the comments on porn sites or chat groups.
4, Making out in a theatre. This might be the last point, but this is the most occurring thought.
5, Making her go out of the house without her bra and panty.
I had many more small fantasies which will be revealed later.
I set the cards on the table and I called her. She asked me what game we shall play. I suggested poker. She loved poker hence she readily agreed. As she set herself comfortable, she asked me what would be the bet. I was glad she brought the topic of bet. Hence, I suggested strip poker. She asked what it was and I explained. As soon as I finished, she stared at me angrily and was about to get up. I laughed loudly and acted as if I was joking.
She got relieved when she knew that I was not serious. I said it was a joke, but slightly insinuated the thought that it was nothing wrong within a married couple. She responded saying that there is time and place for everything. I knew that I had a tough task ahead. She asked about the bet; I gave her the option to study her thoughts. She said we will bet a token amount. I rejected the idea that any money with either of us belongs to both, so it’s not a bet. She asked me to decide. I carefully thought and said that whoever loses should obey whatever the other says. She readily agreed.
We started playing. Sukanya won the first round. It’s her chance to give me a task. She didn’t know what task to give. She thought for a while and finally asked me that I need to buy her a gift the next day. I agreed. We continued playing. I won the next round. I need to tread the path carefully. Hence I asked her to dance for my favourite song.
‘I feel uncomfortable dancing in a saree.’ She said. I was pleasantly surprised because she genuinely gave me a chance to upgrade the game. Hence I asked her to change to a more comfortable dress, but she should wear it in front of me.
‘You just won one round and your one task was finalised, so you don’t get a chance to give another task.’ She giggled at me tauntingly.
She locked herself inside the bedroom and took some time before she came out wearing a loose salwar. Whatever she wears she looks uniquely beautiful. She came near me and asked me to play a song. I tried to pick a little erotic song, but not too hot as it will spoil the game. Hence, I played chayya chayya from dilse.
She swayed a little for a few verses without dancing and when she caught the rhythm she started her dance moves. I almost fainted at her grace. What did I do to deserve such a beautiful wife with such an immense dancing talent. I’m not exaggerating, but she was fit to act in a movie as a heroine. The song got over and she came to sit on her seat. I was tempted to fulfil a few fantasies but didn’t know how. We continued playing and she won the next round. She asked me to go to the terrace and bring the clothes set for drying. I dropped the cards on the table and growled at her jokingly and walked to the terrace. I got an idea, but was not sure if it will work. I rushed down with the clothes and put them on the sofa. I eagerly started, hoping to win the next round. But luck was not on my side. She won the next round. My task was to fold all the clothes and set them neatly. I showed my frustration as if funnily, but it was real. I folded all the clothes neatly and kept them.
‘Promise me we will play poker every day.’ Sukanya joked at me taunted about her winning streak.
We played the next round and luck didn’t betray me. I won the next round. My heart started beating faster.
‘Now it’s your turn to obey me.’ I told my wife.
‘Hukum.’ She said as if she was getting order from a royalty.
I thought for a couple of seconds and began to say.
‘You need to go to the terrace and pick up one cloth I had left for you.’ I winked.
She pouted in mock dismay and began to walk to the terrace.
‘I didn’t complete.’ I said
She looked at me curiously.
‘Yes, You… you should go to the terrace, but lose your undergarments before going.’ I quickly recited my plan.
She was shocked.
A bet is a bet. She looked at me strangely and walked into the bedroom. She came back after a couple of minutes wearing the same dress. I presumed she removed them inside. She rushed to the terrace and got my shirt which I had deliberately left behind. She threw it at my as it was my job to fold it. She sat silently. We had dinner without much speaking. As soon as the dinner was done, we moved to the bedroom. I proactively switched off the lights to her favor. She laid down on the bed. I also moved on the bed close to her. She was lost in thoughts, I did not want to yank her out of her thoughts, hence I gently placed my hand on her belly. She did not respond. After a while I moved my hand to her boobs. I was shocked to find that there seemed to be an additional fabric. She quickly tried to move my hand away. I resisted and moved my hand through her modest cleavage into her salwar. I found that she was wearing a bra. I then moved my hand into her pyjama and found that she was wearing a panty. She was about to force my hand away, but I myself forcefully pulled my hand out and turned away from her. She was surprised at my response. She thought she should be angry at me, but the scene was reverse. She stayed silent for some time.
‘Look, I know…’ She was about to speak to me, but I got up from the bed and walked to the hall and slept on the sofa.
I was surprised at my own reaction. It was true she should be the one angry at me, why was I angry in return. I found the answer, ‘Dishonesty.’
I placed my hand over my eyes and tried to sleep. There was silence for some time. I was almost on the verge of sleeping when I felt a touch on my arm.
She eagerly said she loves cards. I was glad that there’s something that makes her excited. I brought the cards. While I brough the cards I drafted many ideas in my mind about how to lead her to comply to my fantasies. You might be wondering what my fantasies were. Here they are:
1, Making my wife wear western dress with a little exposure and take her to a mall or market. I like to feel the jealousy of the men around when I would wrap my arm around the lady everybody drools for.
2, Making love with her on the terrace (btw the floor above my flat is terrace, so we wouldn’t have to cross any floor to reach the terrace. Mostly it’s very rarely used.)
3, Showing the naked beauty of my wife without the face and hearing the comments on porn sites or chat groups.
4, Making out in a theatre. This might be the last point, but this is the most occurring thought.
5, Making her go out of the house without her bra and panty.
I had many more small fantasies which will be revealed later.
I set the cards on the table and I called her. She asked me what game we shall play. I suggested poker. She loved poker hence she readily agreed. As she set herself comfortable, she asked me what would be the bet. I was glad she brought the topic of bet. Hence, I suggested strip poker. She asked what it was and I explained. As soon as I finished, she stared at me angrily and was about to get up. I laughed loudly and acted as if I was joking.
She got relieved when she knew that I was not serious. I said it was a joke, but slightly insinuated the thought that it was nothing wrong within a married couple. She responded saying that there is time and place for everything. I knew that I had a tough task ahead. She asked about the bet; I gave her the option to study her thoughts. She said we will bet a token amount. I rejected the idea that any money with either of us belongs to both, so it’s not a bet. She asked me to decide. I carefully thought and said that whoever loses should obey whatever the other says. She readily agreed.
We started playing. Sukanya won the first round. It’s her chance to give me a task. She didn’t know what task to give. She thought for a while and finally asked me that I need to buy her a gift the next day. I agreed. We continued playing. I won the next round. I need to tread the path carefully. Hence I asked her to dance for my favourite song.
‘I feel uncomfortable dancing in a saree.’ She said. I was pleasantly surprised because she genuinely gave me a chance to upgrade the game. Hence I asked her to change to a more comfortable dress, but she should wear it in front of me.
‘You just won one round and your one task was finalised, so you don’t get a chance to give another task.’ She giggled at me tauntingly.
She locked herself inside the bedroom and took some time before she came out wearing a loose salwar. Whatever she wears she looks uniquely beautiful. She came near me and asked me to play a song. I tried to pick a little erotic song, but not too hot as it will spoil the game. Hence, I played chayya chayya from dilse.
She swayed a little for a few verses without dancing and when she caught the rhythm she started her dance moves. I almost fainted at her grace. What did I do to deserve such a beautiful wife with such an immense dancing talent. I’m not exaggerating, but she was fit to act in a movie as a heroine. The song got over and she came to sit on her seat. I was tempted to fulfil a few fantasies but didn’t know how. We continued playing and she won the next round. She asked me to go to the terrace and bring the clothes set for drying. I dropped the cards on the table and growled at her jokingly and walked to the terrace. I got an idea, but was not sure if it will work. I rushed down with the clothes and put them on the sofa. I eagerly started, hoping to win the next round. But luck was not on my side. She won the next round. My task was to fold all the clothes and set them neatly. I showed my frustration as if funnily, but it was real. I folded all the clothes neatly and kept them.
‘Promise me we will play poker every day.’ Sukanya joked at me taunted about her winning streak.
We played the next round and luck didn’t betray me. I won the next round. My heart started beating faster.
‘Now it’s your turn to obey me.’ I told my wife.
‘Hukum.’ She said as if she was getting order from a royalty.
I thought for a couple of seconds and began to say.
‘You need to go to the terrace and pick up one cloth I had left for you.’ I winked.
She pouted in mock dismay and began to walk to the terrace.
‘I didn’t complete.’ I said
She looked at me curiously.
‘Yes, You… you should go to the terrace, but lose your undergarments before going.’ I quickly recited my plan.
She was shocked.
A bet is a bet. She looked at me strangely and walked into the bedroom. She came back after a couple of minutes wearing the same dress. I presumed she removed them inside. She rushed to the terrace and got my shirt which I had deliberately left behind. She threw it at my as it was my job to fold it. She sat silently. We had dinner without much speaking. As soon as the dinner was done, we moved to the bedroom. I proactively switched off the lights to her favor. She laid down on the bed. I also moved on the bed close to her. She was lost in thoughts, I did not want to yank her out of her thoughts, hence I gently placed my hand on her belly. She did not respond. After a while I moved my hand to her boobs. I was shocked to find that there seemed to be an additional fabric. She quickly tried to move my hand away. I resisted and moved my hand through her modest cleavage into her salwar. I found that she was wearing a bra. I then moved my hand into her pyjama and found that she was wearing a panty. She was about to force my hand away, but I myself forcefully pulled my hand out and turned away from her. She was surprised at my response. She thought she should be angry at me, but the scene was reverse. She stayed silent for some time.
‘Look, I know…’ She was about to speak to me, but I got up from the bed and walked to the hall and slept on the sofa.
I was surprised at my own reaction. It was true she should be the one angry at me, why was I angry in return. I found the answer, ‘Dishonesty.’
I placed my hand over my eyes and tried to sleep. There was silence for some time. I was almost on the verge of sleeping when I felt a touch on my arm.
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