29-08-2026, 07:40 PM
I took my wife home.
She sat beside me in the car in her pink chiffon saree and pink blouse, with no bra and no panties underneath. Neither of us spoke much. The astrologer’s instructions and his threat against our son were still sitting on both of us.
In a couple of days, my wife made our son apply for reevaluation.
The moment the portal opened, she stood behind him until every failed paper was entered and submitted. She did not delay even by one day. After that, the waiting began.
I gave one month leave to the servants and the watchman.
I did it on purpose. If they stayed in the house, they would have seen my wife walking around without a bra and without panties under her saree and nighty. They would have clearly found out. They would have seen the shape of her breasts, her ass, and her pussy, and they would have felt horny looking at her. I could not allow that. So I sent them away for the whole month and kept the house only for us.
For the next one month, until the reevaluation results came, my wife followed the instructions exactly.
She did not wear a bra. She did not wear panties. Not under her saree. Not under her nighty. In the morning, when she walked through the house, I could see the shape of her full breasts under the blouse and the nighty. I could see her nipples. I could see the round shape of her ass and the line of her pussy under the saree and under the nighty. Her body was right in front of me every day, and I was not allowed to take it.
She was struggling too.
It was not only me who was horny. I could see it on her. Some afternoons she would suddenly press her thighs together and sit very straight. Sometimes she crossed her legs tightly and kept them that way for a long time. When the feeling became too much, she got up, went to the bathroom, and washed her face and wrists with cold water. A few times she took an extra bath in the middle of the day, standing under cold water longer than needed, then came out pretending she had only gone to freshen up.
She kept herself busy so her mind would not go there.
She cleaned shelves that were already clean. She folded clothes again. She stood in the kitchen making tea even when nobody had asked for tea. When I came close, she moved to another chair. On the sofa, where I used to make her sit on my lap, she now sat at the far end, back straight, thighs pressed together, pallu held tightly over her chest.
One evening after we came back from the market, she sat on the bed and told me the thing she had been holding in.
“Shiva, the more I try to control myself, the worse it is becoming. When those men look at me like that, I feel it in my body. I don’t want it, I feel ashamed even saying this, but their eyes on my breasts and my ass are making me horny. I come home and I have to press my thighs together just to sit. I don’t know why it is happening, but I can’t stop it.”
I understood it.
I had seen those men looking at her. I had seen how clearly her body showed under the saree. I was jealous, but I also understood that a whole month without sex, without a bra, without panties, and with strangers staring at her was doing something to her body that she could not fully control.
At night it was worse.
She came to bed in her nighty with no bra and no panties, then immediately turned to her side and pulled the pillow against her stomach. When her nipples tightened under the nighty, she folded her arms over her breasts. When her pussy felt too warm, she pressed her thighs together under the sheet and breathed slowly through her mouth, trying to kill the feeling without putting her hand there. More than once I saw her get up, drink a glass of water, walk around the room, and come back only after the heat had gone down a little.
One night she could not control herself.
I was already in bed when she suddenly sat up, pulled the nighty over her head, and threw it aside. My wife was completely naked in front of me — full heavy breasts, nipples tight, narrow waist, wide hips, her pussy uncovered. She came over me, hugged me, and pressed her pussy against my cock through my pants.
“Shiva, I can’t hold it anymore. I have been trying the whole month, I swear I have, but my body is not listening. Please fuck me just once. I know we are not supposed to, but I feel like I will go mad if you don’t take me now.”
Her voice was shaking. Her body was hot. For a few seconds she was begging me like she used to when she wanted me.
Then her face changed.
The fear came back.
She pulled away from me, sat back on the bed, and covered her breasts with her arms. Tears came into her eyes.
“No. I can’t. I have to follow the instructions for our son. If we do this tonight and he fails because of us, I will never forgive myself. I have to control myself, Shiva. Please don’t pull me back. Let me stop.”
She picked up the nighty with unsteady hands, put it back on, and turned to her side again.
Another night it happened to both of us.
The hunger became too strong. I pulled her nighty off. She pulled my clothes off. We were both naked on the bed, hugging each other, my cock against her stomach, her full breasts against my chest, her pussy wet against my thigh. We were just about to make love. I was already at the mouth of her pussy when she suddenly held my wrist.
“Shiva, stop. We can’t. If we do this, our son will pay for it. We have to control ourselves tonight. Please. Let’s sleep.”
I stayed like that for a few seconds, shaking with the need to push inside her. Then I moved away. She moved away too. We lay down naked, breathing hard, not touching each other except for her hand finding mine under the sheet. That was how we slept — both naked, both horny, both holding back only for our son.
More than anyone else in that house, my wife was waiting for the reevaluation results.
Not only so that our son would pass. She was waiting so that these instructions would finally get off her body. She wanted to wear her bra and panties again. She wanted to sit on my lap again. She wanted me to take her after her bath, hug her naked body, and make love to her the way we used to.
I tried as much as I could to avoid taking my wife to the market.
But some things she had to buy, and she had to go. When I took her there, I understood why I had been trying to stop it. Everyone was ogling her. The saree sat on her body with nothing underneath, and the shapes of her full breasts, her narrow waist, her ass, and her pussy were clearly seen. Shopkeepers stared. Men on the road stared. Some looked once and looked again. Some turned fully and watched her walk. I could see they were getting hard just looking at my wife.
It made me totally jealous.
I walked beside her with my jaw tight, watching strangers enjoy the same body I was forbidden to touch at home.
At home I was horny all the time.
More than once she had to catch my wrist before my hand went under her nighty.
“Don’t, Shiva. I want it as much as you do. I am waiting for the result more than anyone. The moment it comes and these instructions are over, you can take me properly and we can enjoy like before. Until then we have to think of our son.”
The whole month passed like that.
Waiting for the result.
Watching my wife.
Keeping other men in the house away from her.
And my wife waiting more than anyone else — not just for our son to pass, but so she could finally come out of those instructions and we could enjoy making love again.
She sat beside me in the car in her pink chiffon saree and pink blouse, with no bra and no panties underneath. Neither of us spoke much. The astrologer’s instructions and his threat against our son were still sitting on both of us.
In a couple of days, my wife made our son apply for reevaluation.
The moment the portal opened, she stood behind him until every failed paper was entered and submitted. She did not delay even by one day. After that, the waiting began.
I gave one month leave to the servants and the watchman.
I did it on purpose. If they stayed in the house, they would have seen my wife walking around without a bra and without panties under her saree and nighty. They would have clearly found out. They would have seen the shape of her breasts, her ass, and her pussy, and they would have felt horny looking at her. I could not allow that. So I sent them away for the whole month and kept the house only for us.
For the next one month, until the reevaluation results came, my wife followed the instructions exactly.
She did not wear a bra. She did not wear panties. Not under her saree. Not under her nighty. In the morning, when she walked through the house, I could see the shape of her full breasts under the blouse and the nighty. I could see her nipples. I could see the round shape of her ass and the line of her pussy under the saree and under the nighty. Her body was right in front of me every day, and I was not allowed to take it.
She was struggling too.
It was not only me who was horny. I could see it on her. Some afternoons she would suddenly press her thighs together and sit very straight. Sometimes she crossed her legs tightly and kept them that way for a long time. When the feeling became too much, she got up, went to the bathroom, and washed her face and wrists with cold water. A few times she took an extra bath in the middle of the day, standing under cold water longer than needed, then came out pretending she had only gone to freshen up.
She kept herself busy so her mind would not go there.
She cleaned shelves that were already clean. She folded clothes again. She stood in the kitchen making tea even when nobody had asked for tea. When I came close, she moved to another chair. On the sofa, where I used to make her sit on my lap, she now sat at the far end, back straight, thighs pressed together, pallu held tightly over her chest.
One evening after we came back from the market, she sat on the bed and told me the thing she had been holding in.
“Shiva, the more I try to control myself, the worse it is becoming. When those men look at me like that, I feel it in my body. I don’t want it, I feel ashamed even saying this, but their eyes on my breasts and my ass are making me horny. I come home and I have to press my thighs together just to sit. I don’t know why it is happening, but I can’t stop it.”
I understood it.
I had seen those men looking at her. I had seen how clearly her body showed under the saree. I was jealous, but I also understood that a whole month without sex, without a bra, without panties, and with strangers staring at her was doing something to her body that she could not fully control.
At night it was worse.
She came to bed in her nighty with no bra and no panties, then immediately turned to her side and pulled the pillow against her stomach. When her nipples tightened under the nighty, she folded her arms over her breasts. When her pussy felt too warm, she pressed her thighs together under the sheet and breathed slowly through her mouth, trying to kill the feeling without putting her hand there. More than once I saw her get up, drink a glass of water, walk around the room, and come back only after the heat had gone down a little.
One night she could not control herself.
I was already in bed when she suddenly sat up, pulled the nighty over her head, and threw it aside. My wife was completely naked in front of me — full heavy breasts, nipples tight, narrow waist, wide hips, her pussy uncovered. She came over me, hugged me, and pressed her pussy against my cock through my pants.
“Shiva, I can’t hold it anymore. I have been trying the whole month, I swear I have, but my body is not listening. Please fuck me just once. I know we are not supposed to, but I feel like I will go mad if you don’t take me now.”
Her voice was shaking. Her body was hot. For a few seconds she was begging me like she used to when she wanted me.
Then her face changed.
The fear came back.
She pulled away from me, sat back on the bed, and covered her breasts with her arms. Tears came into her eyes.
“No. I can’t. I have to follow the instructions for our son. If we do this tonight and he fails because of us, I will never forgive myself. I have to control myself, Shiva. Please don’t pull me back. Let me stop.”
She picked up the nighty with unsteady hands, put it back on, and turned to her side again.
Another night it happened to both of us.
The hunger became too strong. I pulled her nighty off. She pulled my clothes off. We were both naked on the bed, hugging each other, my cock against her stomach, her full breasts against my chest, her pussy wet against my thigh. We were just about to make love. I was already at the mouth of her pussy when she suddenly held my wrist.
“Shiva, stop. We can’t. If we do this, our son will pay for it. We have to control ourselves tonight. Please. Let’s sleep.”
I stayed like that for a few seconds, shaking with the need to push inside her. Then I moved away. She moved away too. We lay down naked, breathing hard, not touching each other except for her hand finding mine under the sheet. That was how we slept — both naked, both horny, both holding back only for our son.
More than anyone else in that house, my wife was waiting for the reevaluation results.
Not only so that our son would pass. She was waiting so that these instructions would finally get off her body. She wanted to wear her bra and panties again. She wanted to sit on my lap again. She wanted me to take her after her bath, hug her naked body, and make love to her the way we used to.
I tried as much as I could to avoid taking my wife to the market.
But some things she had to buy, and she had to go. When I took her there, I understood why I had been trying to stop it. Everyone was ogling her. The saree sat on her body with nothing underneath, and the shapes of her full breasts, her narrow waist, her ass, and her pussy were clearly seen. Shopkeepers stared. Men on the road stared. Some looked once and looked again. Some turned fully and watched her walk. I could see they were getting hard just looking at my wife.
It made me totally jealous.
I walked beside her with my jaw tight, watching strangers enjoy the same body I was forbidden to touch at home.
At home I was horny all the time.
More than once she had to catch my wrist before my hand went under her nighty.
“Don’t, Shiva. I want it as much as you do. I am waiting for the result more than anyone. The moment it comes and these instructions are over, you can take me properly and we can enjoy like before. Until then we have to think of our son.”
The whole month passed like that.
Waiting for the result.
Watching my wife.
Keeping other men in the house away from her.
And my wife waiting more than anyone else — not just for our son to pass, but so she could finally come out of those instructions and we could enjoy making love again.
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