15-08-2019, 08:36 AM
The Naked Truth
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My Perspective — The Seductress
I wasn’t part of her interview team. The first day I saw her was the day she started working in my team. The moment I set eyes on her, I knew what I wanted to lay in her. With every passing day, the urge to bed her only kept growing.
Shailaja had just moved to the city from a small town after her marriage. The small town girl in the big city was like a deer in the headlights. On the one hand, the big city had her bedazzled and in awe. On the other hand though, everything about the city intimidated her.
Unsure of herself and low on self-confidence, Shailaja had to look for a job when her husband’s company downsized and they needed the income to make ends meet. Shy and introverted, she was insecure and everything about her job scared her.
She had all it needed to succeed. Her qualifications were exemplary. Her experience at her home town spoke volumes for her ability and talent. Her good looks and well endowed body were just the cherry on the cake when it came to dealing with clients.
Yet, she wasn’t doing well. Her fear of failure and low self-confidence made her under perform to an extent that it was starting to hurt her career prospects. The pressure was mounting on me to let her go — it was the last thing I wanted to do for very personal and sexual reasons. I wanted her and the longer she worked for me, the better were my chances of getting into her pants and womb. I had no intentions of passing up such a delicious opportunity.
Over the months, we had gone past being a boss and subordinate and had become good friends. I had visited her place, met her family and loving husband, we had spent many evenings after office, talking about her insecurities. During a few of these talks, she had broken down and I had held her close — pressing her boobs against me, caressing her back and even her ass a couple times. On each of those occasions, I had to masturbate multiple times after getting home to get past how horny she made me.
“I am going to be let go, am I not?” She asked me one day during our 1 on 1 meeting
“Not if I can help it,” I replied honestly.
She smiled sadly. “Thank you for the confidence, but we both know I am not doing enough to hold my job. It’s only a matter of time,” she added.
“Look, I won’t like. You haven’t been able to perform as well as you did back home,” I said. “But I don’t think it is an issue of ability or talent. You aren’t a small fish in a big pond Shy (she had been nicknamed Shy just days after joining work). You are just low on confidence and, if you are up to it, I am willing to work with you on your confidence.”
“You think it will work?” she asked, unsure of herself.
“If you believe in yourself and do whatever it takes, yes.” I replied. “It won’t be easy and adapting to city life can mean you have to get out of your comfort zone. But if you are willing to do it, there’s no reason you can’t succeed.”
“I don’t know…” she started.
“Let’s start right there,” I interrupted, “let’s start with positive thoughts and shutting out negativity. What’s the worst that can happen? Your positive thoughts will not come true. But that’s better than your negative thoughts coming true isn’t it?” I asked.
“Yes,” she smiled, wiping tears that were forming in her eyes.
“The next thing to work on,” I added, “is dressing confidently. Try bright colors and confidence clothes instead of conservative sarees.”
“How’s that going to help?” she said protesting.
“Thought we just agreed to be positive,” I said making her smile shyly. “You either trust me or you don’t.”
“I do,” she said interrupting me.
“Wait, let me complete,” I said holding up my hand, “you either trust me or you don’t. Not everything I say and suggest is going to make sense, but I have 20 years’ experience. If you trust me to make a difference, you have to let me ok?”
She nodded, looking down at her feet, unsure of herself.
Holding her chin, I raised her face, “look me in the eyes, Shy” I said. When she looked up, it was all I could do to keep my boner in check and talk with a straight face, “what do you see in my eyes.”
“Love,” she said — that’s not love but lust I was thinking but didn’t say anything. “I don’t know why you are so loving towards a failure,” she added starting to sob.
“Failure is a state of mind,” I replied, pulling her close into an embrace. “Like Thomas Alva Edison said before inventing the light bulb — ‘I haven’t failed, I have discovered 10,000 ways that won’t work’ — and then he found one that did and invented the light bulb.”
She looked up at me as I held her close, “you think I have hope?”
“I believe there’s a lot of hope,” I said kissing her forehead. I held her tighter, pressing her boobs into my chest, and when she didn’t pull back, I added, “I have a lot of hope, if you will let me and follow what I said.”
“I promise,” she said in my shoulder.
“So let’s start with the clothes ok?” I added, “dress for confidence to make people take notice.”
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“Do you know swimming?” I asked. The change in Shailaja since our last conversation had even me surprised.
“Yes, why?” she asked.
“Do you trust me?” I asked.
“Yes, why?” she asked again.
I handed her a gift box. “Before you open the box. What it contains is sexy and provocative. You can take offense to it and return it. Or you can trust that this is part of the process and meet me at this address with it at 6 am tomorrow.”
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I had a raging hard-on from the moment I set my eyes on her wearing the swimsuit and wrap at the swimming pool of the club I am a member of. She smiled when she saw me.
“Sexy!” I said eying her as I approached her, making her blush.
“Stop it!” she said, “it wasn’t easy for me ok. I had to fight myself to do this.” I was struggling to tear my eyes off her creamy cleavage.
“What do you think ‘this’ is?” I asked.
“I don’t know,” she replied, “but I promised to trust and let you help me, so here I am.”
“Thanks for the trust.” I replied. “How do you feel?”
“Naked.” she replied, blushing again.
“I wish,” I said and when she looked up at me shocked, I held up my hand in defense, “just kidding ok?”
“So what’s the idea?” She asked.
Reaching towards her, I started untying her wrap, “what are you doing?” she asked grabbing my hands, a hint of uncertainty in her eyes.
Pushing her hands apart, I untied the wrap and took it off, “what I want you to do is walk into the pool area and take a lap in the pool. More importantly, I want you to watch the men there, particularly their crotch and the reaction you have on them. Ok?”
“Why?”
“I will tell you why when you come back after the swim,” I said, “Oh and one more thing. I am going to film you on my phone and one month later, we will review it again and you will see the difference.”
As I watched her walk away, I smelled the wrap, taking in her perfume and aching to tear the swimsuit off her body. I watched her go to the pool, looking at the men there, get into the water and swim a lap. I watched the men looking at her, pure lust in their eyes, a couple of them adjusting their erections in their swimming trunks.
When she returned, I asked, “what did you notice?”
“Those are horny men,” she said giggling, her soaking wet body inches from me, her erect nipples straining against the swimsuit, poking against the fabric, a perfectly formed cameltoe between her legs promising wonders if I can get past the swimsuit.
“No,” I said.
“What do you mean no?” she replied, “they were all looking at me like they wanted to fuck me, their cocks becoming hard in their trunks.”
“The lesson here is that you have a power over men.” I replied. “Most of them are decent folks with a family, who never stray or cheat. But they couldn’t help reacting to your body and that’s the power YOU have. Makes sense?” She nodded, a glint in her eyes telling me her apprehensions about my intentions were just proven unfounded and I had just vindicated her trust in me.
“So we are going to do this everyday for the next month ok?” I said, giving her another box. “This contains a few more swimsuits and bikinis. They are progressively sexier and showy. The idea is for you to discover the power of your sexuality. I think part of your lack of self-confidence is that you question your ability as a woman in a man’s world. Hopefully, doing this for the next month or so will help you overcome that apprehension.”
“Ok,” she said, taking the box from me.
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Shylaja’s Perspective – What does he want?
Things had been going from bad to worse for a while. I was a successful professional in my home town before my arranged marriage brought me to the big city. Disagreements in the family meant my dad lost a lot of our ancestral property, then had a heart attack before eventually passing away. My husband’s layoff and the mounting bills and loan repayments meant I had to start working again, in an environment that was nothing like my old office.
With every passing day, week and month, the feeling in my gut that I was heading for disaster was growing. My colleagues at work ranged from snobs and arrogant women to horny young men whose roving eyes made no secret of what they wanted to do with my body. I knew I was being mentally undressed and fucked by many of my colleagues multiple times everyday.
On the domestic front too, frictions were increasing. My husband loves me, but the financial pressures were straining our marriage. The sex was an indicator of the change.
The night of our marriage, neither of us had slept a wink. We had made love just thrice, but he had devoured my body all night. He had spent hours eating me to orgasm after orgasm. He called me the tastiest wife ever. Since then, we made love at least once everyday and he ate me for at least an hour or two every-single-day. I don’t recall a single day when I hadn’t had at least a couple orgasms. But the impact of the difficult times was that our sex had gone from daily to a couple times a week to once or twice a month.
And then there was my boss — a handsome middle-aged man in his 40s — who was most understanding and seemed to have more confidence in me than I did myself. He wasn’t judgmental like others and our friendship seemed only natural. He felt like family and struck up a good easy relationship with my husband and in-laws when he came home for dinner. So, when he offered to work with me on my self-confidence, I had hope.
I couldn’t help questioning his intentions when he presented me with a sexy swim suit. I had the sinking feeling that he too was one of the hornies for my body. And yet, I was determined to make this work. I didn’t have a choice. If I couldn’t make it work, I was facing losing our house. So, with a lump in my throat I showed up in the swimsuit and wrap he had presented me with. I expected him to make a move to seduce me when I went to the swimming pool, but he was the perfect gentleman. His logic after my swimming lap made perfect sense. The swimsuits he presented me were erotic to say the least. Wearing sexy clothes and showing skin wasn’t me. I was always used to dressing conservatively, but his logic had convinced me to give this a go. Whether it helped or not was another story, but I was sure as hell going to try.
Over the next month, lesser and lesser of my body was covered by progressively skimpy swimsuits and bikinis. The lust in the eyes of the men there and their erections (which they stopped trying to hide and even stroked themselves while I was there) had gone from feeling dirty to making me feel flattered.
The two-piece thong bikini I wore on the last day of the month hid absolutely nothing. It was downright transparent and both my nipples and my pussy was as visible through it as if I was stark naked. Three of the men at the pool actually came and I could have sworn my boss too had a raging erection. I am not sure if it was the lack of sex at home or my growing lack of inhibition, but I half-wished he would have been one of the men jerking himself off. I half-wished he would make a move, but he didn’t do either. I was almost disappointed that he was the perfect gentleman.
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The naked truth
“You have been doing better haven’t you?” I asked her. We were sitting in my office doing her monthly 1 on 1, reviewing her performance in the last month.
“Yes, the numbers have improved,” she said, “thanks to you.”
“No, thanks to you,” I corrected. “I showed the direction, but you had to make a huge leap of faith to get out of your comfort zone.”
“Yes, it wasn’t easy wearing those sexy swimming suits and watching men stroke themselves looking at me.” She conceded.
“Which reminds me, I wanted to review the sessions with you too.” I took out my cell phone on which I had recorded Shy everyday, and played the first and last video. “Do you notice the change in body language? On the first day, you were so uncomfortable, you were almost shaking. Now, on the last day, though you were almost naked, you were full of confidence and actually enjoying the men jerking off to you. You looked absolutely HOT!”
“You think so?” She asked blushing.
“I do, and so do all the men who came within minutes thanks to your display.” I said, “how did you feel?”
“Aroused.” Shy replied blushing even more. “Thankfully, I was wet from the swimming otherwise it would have been quite embarrassing.”
“You were that wet?” I asked. Shy just nodded. “So are you ready to go to the next level?”
“Yes,” she said, no hesitation in her voice anymore. She was actually eager now.
“I want to introduce you to ‘The Naked Truth’.” I said. “It’s a book written by the female CEO of a Fortune 100 company, who started out a very self-conscious woman low on confidence — pretty much like you. She said what changed her was what she calls the naked truth.
“It’s a proven fact that we are all our worst critics. And within that, we are most critical of our appearance and body right? I asked and Shy nodded. “So, what this lady did was, whenever she had a tough meeting or presentation, she would stand stark naked in front of a mirror after her shower and imagine having the conversation or doing the presentation naked. Her mind naturally did the critical thing of reminding her of all her flaws — real and imagined. And because she was doing a presentation or having a conversation, it was like the person evaluating the presentation was critically evaluating her body. She would imagine all types of erotic situations and her challenge was to not get distracted and to stay focused on her presentation or meeting. Over time, her confidence grew and she was able to handle tough situations because she had overcome her worst critic — herself. Makes sense?”
“Yes, totally!” Shy said, looking excited.
“So I want you to try that if you want to.”
“Ok” she said.
“Everyday, after shower, stand naked in front of the mirror imagining a conversation or meeting or presentation you are doing, thinking of the others reacting to your body and try to overcome the distraction and stay focused on your meeting. Ok?”
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“I can’t do this anymore Sir,” Shy said handing me her resignation.
“Why?” I said, shocked at this turn of events. “You have been doing so well. Everyone is talking about the turn around and the potential they see in you.”
“It’s just that…” she hesitated, “never mind Sir, it’s just not… I can’t do this anymore.”
“Why?”
“I can’t talk about it.”
“And I thought we were friends who shared everything.” I said.
“We are, but this is too personal and sexual to share,” she added, “please just accept my resignation.”
“I really don’t want to do that,” I said honestly. “I really wish you could trust me enough to explain what this is all about and why you want to leave.” Shy was sobbing by now. “Come on Shy, you owe me that much.” I said, coming over on to her side of the desk and holding her, rubbing her arm reassuringly. Eventually, she shared what her problem was.
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As he was explaining the Naked Truth theory, I was getting turned on. I was already sure this was going to work. So the next morning, I stood naked in front of the mirror imagining my 1 on 1 with him. I imagined his eyes taking in my naked body, lingering hungrily on my breasts and pussy. I imagined him wanting me and stroking himself like the men at the pool had. That night, when my husband fucked me, I orgasmed after many months.
Over the next few days, my imagination during the Naked Truth practices became increasingly vivid and suggestive.
Yesterday, I imagined me giving my boss a blowjob and enjoying it. I was so aroused at the thought that I had to masturbate to an orgasm thinking of my boss fucking me. At night, during sex, while my husband was fucking me, I was imagining it was my boss’s cock in me pounding away and emptying itself deep inside me. I came with the most violent orgasm I had in a long time.
After my husband fell asleep, I lay there ashamed. I was having all these erotic thoughts about a man who had been nothing but nice to me. I was mentally cheating on my husband and not regretting it. By the time I fell asleep, I had decided to resign.
“I am so sorry Shy,” I lied, feeling thankful for the table between us hiding my raging erection, “I certainly had no intention of causing problems for you with this.”
“I know Sir,” Shy said between sobs, wiping her tears.
“I didn’t think this would happen here in India, as different as we are culturally.” I said.
“What do you mean?”
“Well, the lady who wrote the story spoke of a similar initial reaction.”
“What did she do?”
“Well, she faced her demons,” I said, “but in her case, her boss was gay. Once she had faced her demons and the reality replaced her imagination, she could move on.”
“Oh!” was all Shy could say.
“Well, that’s not a practical solution in your case,” I said sighing, “it’s a pity really, because you were doing so well and I was actually thinking you were close to a promotion if your present trend continued for another few months.”
“I want to.” She said.
“I understand,” I said, “and under the circumstances, I have to accept the resignation.”
“No, I meant I want to face my demons.”
“What?”
“I trust you to be a gentleman Sir.” She said, “I want to do this and get past it.”
“I don’t trust myself Shy,” I said, “with a woman as beautiful as you naked before me.”
“Please Sir,” she said.
“But how?” I asked, “we can’t do that kind of thing in the office and it can’t be at your place with your husband there. And I don’t trust myself enough to invite you over to my place.”
“He is going out of town on work for a week,” she said, “We can do it at my place.”
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I had come over to her place a couple hours ago. We had talked for a while and she had gone into great detail about all the things she imagined me doing, ending with cumming inside her and getting her pregnant. Eventually, it was time to face her demons and she had gone off to take her shower. I was so turned on that I had to jerk myself off while she was showering. I had grabbed some tissue paper from her coffee table and cum in it and flushed it down the guest toilet before getting back to the couch to wait for her to finish her shower.
Eventually, she had stepped into her bedroom doorway, dbangd in a towel, her wet body dripping water. I had gulped and made no attempt to hide the effect seeing her that way had on me. I had worn tracks and my erection was quite evident.
“You just going to sit there and stare?” She asked.
“You’re cheating,” I said eventually.
“What do you mean?”
“You are supposed to be naked, not wearing a towel.” I replied.
“I can’t take the towel off!!!” She said, her face turning beet red.
“I better leave.” I said.
“No wait.” She said, “I want you to take it off. That’s how I imagine it.”
“Ok.” I said getting off the couch and walking towards her. “You better start practicing the presentation and whatever I do, you have to keep going ok?”
She nodded and started going over her presentation, her eyes glued to my crotch. Walking up to her, I kissed her neck, making her gasp.
“Is the gasp part of the presentation?” I asked, continuing to kiss her neck and lower down her torso till I reached the edge of the towel. She struggled but went back to her presentation. I kissed her boobs over the towel while my hands cupped and caressed her ass. She was struggling to stay with the presentation so she closed her eyes tight and continued as I pressed my face to her boob, moaning hungrily.
Going behind her, I cupped her boobs over the towel and kissed her neck and back, my erection pressed against her ass. I squeezed her boobs as I rubbed my crotch against her, continuing to kiss and lick her back.
I turned her around to face me. She still had her eyes shut tight as she kept talking through her presentation. I kissed her face, eyes, nose, ears and chin, before opening her towel and letting it drop to the floor. Shy groaned.
“You stay focused on the presentation.” I said.
“I can’t.” She replied.
“Then I should stop.” I said.
“No, I don’t want you to” she said.
“Ok, then tell me what you want me to do.”
“In my imagination, you kiss me while playing with my boobs.” and I did just that. Her mouth was hungrily waiting for mine when I kissed her. As I cupped her boobs, she opened her mouth and her tongue found mine. After kissing her hard and playing with her boobs and nipples for minutes, I broke the kiss, both of us gasping for air.
“There’s only one way this ends if we don’t stop now.” I said, continuing to pinch her tits.
“I hope it ends the way it does in my imagination.” she said between gasps and moans.
Taking one nipple in my mouth, I started sucking hungrily, while continuing to play with her other boob.
“Have you wanted this too?” she asked pressing my face into her boob.
“From the day I first saw you.” I mumbled into her nipple, my hand going down between her legs and cupping her pussy. She was soaking wet.
“That’s not the shower water.” she said, reading my mind.
Picking her up, I started towards the guest bedroom.
“Not that way, I want you to take me in my bed,” she said. So I led her to the master bedroom and lay her down in her bed.
Spreading her legs wide, I buried my face between her legs, my tongue licking the soaking wet opening of her shaved pussy.
Withing minutes, I was eating her hungrily, my tongue fucking her, my lips sucking on her clit, driving her wild and making her wriggle as her body inched towards an orgasm.
When she came, she squirted into my mouth and I lapped up her delicious orgasm. I continued eating her for another hour, through three more orgasms. I could have eaten her all day, but she finally pushed me back.
While she pulled my tracks and underwear down, I got rid of my tee-shirt.
“My GOD! You are HUGEEE!!!” she gushed, taking my shaft in her hand and stroking it from based to tip.
Taking the head in her mouth, she started sucking and licking me and squeezed my balls gently with one hand while the other continued to stroke the part of the shaft that she couldn’t take in her mouth.
For close to 15 minutes, she sucked and stroked me to full hardness.
“You want to cum in my mouth?” she asked.
“No, I want to cum inside you,” I groaned.
“Me too.” she said taking me back in her mouth and increasing the intensity of sucking me.
I pushed her back when I was ready to enter her and lay her back on the bed.
Spreading her legs, I rubbed my pole against her sopping wet opening, lubricating it.
As I pushed my hardness against her opening, I was amazed at how tight she was.
Her mouth opened in a silent O as I pushed into her, inch by inch, pulling back a bit before pushing further into her.
“Oh god, it won’t fit,” she groaned.
After nearly a minute, I was buried inside her to the hilt, my shaft filling her deep.
“You are touching places inside me I didn’t even know existed,” she moaned. I pulled almost all the way out before shoving it all the way back into her. Then I pulled out again and thrust hard to the hilt inside her.
“Aaaaah” she squealed in pleasure, encouraging me. Having jerked off once already, I knew I wouldn’t be cumming soon, but I wanted to make this last as long as I possibly could. As I slowly started increasing my tempo, her screams turned into grunts and then moans.
When her back started arching in rhythm with my thrusts, I knew she her orgasm was close.
I started hammering hard inside her, increasing my tempo further, drilling her hard and deep. It took four minutes before she shook, arching her back and let out an animal scream as a violent orgasm took hold of her. I kept fucking her right through her orgasm, making it last. As the first wave started passing another shook her and then another and another, each bigger and more violent than the previous.
I don’t know if she mad multiple back-to-back orgasms or one massive one, but she kept cumming for minutes and I kept plowing her pussy till she collapsed totally spent.
“Oh god…. oh god…. oh god….” she kept moaning, cheering me on as I pounded her hard, inching closer and closer to my own climax.
When it came, I buried myself all the way into her and let go, filling her with spurt after spurt of my cum, flooding her for close to a minute before I collapsed on her spent. We both drifted off to sleep.
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When I woke up, she was laying naked on her elbow, looking at me.
“Regretting it?” I asked.
“No,” she said, shaking her head. “You?”
“No,” I said, “just wondering if you’d want to do it again.”
I proceeded to fuck her again, filling her pussy before taking her ass and filling it too. By the time she sucked me to an orgasm that night, swallowing my cum, we had been fucking for hours. She and I had both lost count of the number of orgasms she had.
We fucked through the night and the next day taking short breaks to recharge our batteries and hunger for each other.
It’s been six months now and we have fucked at every opportunity. I just handed her a well-earned promotion and she announced her pregnancy.
“Does this change anything?” I asked, wondering what she might expect now that she was pregnant.
“Only that my husband is thrilled thinking he got me pregnant.” she smiled.
“So we’re on for tonight?” I asked.
“Only if you promise to go all night.” she said winking. I smiled at how far she had come from the insecure girl everyone wanted me to fire.
THE END
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My Perspective — The Seductress
I wasn’t part of her interview team. The first day I saw her was the day she started working in my team. The moment I set eyes on her, I knew what I wanted to lay in her. With every passing day, the urge to bed her only kept growing.
Shailaja had just moved to the city from a small town after her marriage. The small town girl in the big city was like a deer in the headlights. On the one hand, the big city had her bedazzled and in awe. On the other hand though, everything about the city intimidated her.
Unsure of herself and low on self-confidence, Shailaja had to look for a job when her husband’s company downsized and they needed the income to make ends meet. Shy and introverted, she was insecure and everything about her job scared her.
She had all it needed to succeed. Her qualifications were exemplary. Her experience at her home town spoke volumes for her ability and talent. Her good looks and well endowed body were just the cherry on the cake when it came to dealing with clients.
Yet, she wasn’t doing well. Her fear of failure and low self-confidence made her under perform to an extent that it was starting to hurt her career prospects. The pressure was mounting on me to let her go — it was the last thing I wanted to do for very personal and sexual reasons. I wanted her and the longer she worked for me, the better were my chances of getting into her pants and womb. I had no intentions of passing up such a delicious opportunity.
Over the months, we had gone past being a boss and subordinate and had become good friends. I had visited her place, met her family and loving husband, we had spent many evenings after office, talking about her insecurities. During a few of these talks, she had broken down and I had held her close — pressing her boobs against me, caressing her back and even her ass a couple times. On each of those occasions, I had to masturbate multiple times after getting home to get past how horny she made me.
“I am going to be let go, am I not?” She asked me one day during our 1 on 1 meeting
“Not if I can help it,” I replied honestly.
She smiled sadly. “Thank you for the confidence, but we both know I am not doing enough to hold my job. It’s only a matter of time,” she added.
“Look, I won’t like. You haven’t been able to perform as well as you did back home,” I said. “But I don’t think it is an issue of ability or talent. You aren’t a small fish in a big pond Shy (she had been nicknamed Shy just days after joining work). You are just low on confidence and, if you are up to it, I am willing to work with you on your confidence.”
“You think it will work?” she asked, unsure of herself.
“If you believe in yourself and do whatever it takes, yes.” I replied. “It won’t be easy and adapting to city life can mean you have to get out of your comfort zone. But if you are willing to do it, there’s no reason you can’t succeed.”
“I don’t know…” she started.
“Let’s start right there,” I interrupted, “let’s start with positive thoughts and shutting out negativity. What’s the worst that can happen? Your positive thoughts will not come true. But that’s better than your negative thoughts coming true isn’t it?” I asked.
“Yes,” she smiled, wiping tears that were forming in her eyes.
“The next thing to work on,” I added, “is dressing confidently. Try bright colors and confidence clothes instead of conservative sarees.”
“How’s that going to help?” she said protesting.
“Thought we just agreed to be positive,” I said making her smile shyly. “You either trust me or you don’t.”
“I do,” she said interrupting me.
“Wait, let me complete,” I said holding up my hand, “you either trust me or you don’t. Not everything I say and suggest is going to make sense, but I have 20 years’ experience. If you trust me to make a difference, you have to let me ok?”
She nodded, looking down at her feet, unsure of herself.
Holding her chin, I raised her face, “look me in the eyes, Shy” I said. When she looked up, it was all I could do to keep my boner in check and talk with a straight face, “what do you see in my eyes.”
“Love,” she said — that’s not love but lust I was thinking but didn’t say anything. “I don’t know why you are so loving towards a failure,” she added starting to sob.
“Failure is a state of mind,” I replied, pulling her close into an embrace. “Like Thomas Alva Edison said before inventing the light bulb — ‘I haven’t failed, I have discovered 10,000 ways that won’t work’ — and then he found one that did and invented the light bulb.”
She looked up at me as I held her close, “you think I have hope?”
“I believe there’s a lot of hope,” I said kissing her forehead. I held her tighter, pressing her boobs into my chest, and when she didn’t pull back, I added, “I have a lot of hope, if you will let me and follow what I said.”
“I promise,” she said in my shoulder.
“So let’s start with the clothes ok?” I added, “dress for confidence to make people take notice.”
“Do you know swimming?” I asked. The change in Shailaja since our last conversation had even me surprised.
“Yes, why?” she asked.
“Do you trust me?” I asked.
“Yes, why?” she asked again.
I handed her a gift box. “Before you open the box. What it contains is sexy and provocative. You can take offense to it and return it. Or you can trust that this is part of the process and meet me at this address with it at 6 am tomorrow.”
I had a raging hard-on from the moment I set my eyes on her wearing the swimsuit and wrap at the swimming pool of the club I am a member of. She smiled when she saw me.
“Sexy!” I said eying her as I approached her, making her blush.
“Stop it!” she said, “it wasn’t easy for me ok. I had to fight myself to do this.” I was struggling to tear my eyes off her creamy cleavage.
“What do you think ‘this’ is?” I asked.
“I don’t know,” she replied, “but I promised to trust and let you help me, so here I am.”
“Thanks for the trust.” I replied. “How do you feel?”
“Naked.” she replied, blushing again.
“I wish,” I said and when she looked up at me shocked, I held up my hand in defense, “just kidding ok?”
“So what’s the idea?” She asked.
Reaching towards her, I started untying her wrap, “what are you doing?” she asked grabbing my hands, a hint of uncertainty in her eyes.
Pushing her hands apart, I untied the wrap and took it off, “what I want you to do is walk into the pool area and take a lap in the pool. More importantly, I want you to watch the men there, particularly their crotch and the reaction you have on them. Ok?”
“Why?”
“I will tell you why when you come back after the swim,” I said, “Oh and one more thing. I am going to film you on my phone and one month later, we will review it again and you will see the difference.”
As I watched her walk away, I smelled the wrap, taking in her perfume and aching to tear the swimsuit off her body. I watched her go to the pool, looking at the men there, get into the water and swim a lap. I watched the men looking at her, pure lust in their eyes, a couple of them adjusting their erections in their swimming trunks.
When she returned, I asked, “what did you notice?”
“Those are horny men,” she said giggling, her soaking wet body inches from me, her erect nipples straining against the swimsuit, poking against the fabric, a perfectly formed cameltoe between her legs promising wonders if I can get past the swimsuit.
“No,” I said.
“What do you mean no?” she replied, “they were all looking at me like they wanted to fuck me, their cocks becoming hard in their trunks.”
“The lesson here is that you have a power over men.” I replied. “Most of them are decent folks with a family, who never stray or cheat. But they couldn’t help reacting to your body and that’s the power YOU have. Makes sense?” She nodded, a glint in her eyes telling me her apprehensions about my intentions were just proven unfounded and I had just vindicated her trust in me.
“So we are going to do this everyday for the next month ok?” I said, giving her another box. “This contains a few more swimsuits and bikinis. They are progressively sexier and showy. The idea is for you to discover the power of your sexuality. I think part of your lack of self-confidence is that you question your ability as a woman in a man’s world. Hopefully, doing this for the next month or so will help you overcome that apprehension.”
“Ok,” she said, taking the box from me.
Shylaja’s Perspective – What does he want?
Things had been going from bad to worse for a while. I was a successful professional in my home town before my arranged marriage brought me to the big city. Disagreements in the family meant my dad lost a lot of our ancestral property, then had a heart attack before eventually passing away. My husband’s layoff and the mounting bills and loan repayments meant I had to start working again, in an environment that was nothing like my old office.
With every passing day, week and month, the feeling in my gut that I was heading for disaster was growing. My colleagues at work ranged from snobs and arrogant women to horny young men whose roving eyes made no secret of what they wanted to do with my body. I knew I was being mentally undressed and fucked by many of my colleagues multiple times everyday.
On the domestic front too, frictions were increasing. My husband loves me, but the financial pressures were straining our marriage. The sex was an indicator of the change.
The night of our marriage, neither of us had slept a wink. We had made love just thrice, but he had devoured my body all night. He had spent hours eating me to orgasm after orgasm. He called me the tastiest wife ever. Since then, we made love at least once everyday and he ate me for at least an hour or two every-single-day. I don’t recall a single day when I hadn’t had at least a couple orgasms. But the impact of the difficult times was that our sex had gone from daily to a couple times a week to once or twice a month.
And then there was my boss — a handsome middle-aged man in his 40s — who was most understanding and seemed to have more confidence in me than I did myself. He wasn’t judgmental like others and our friendship seemed only natural. He felt like family and struck up a good easy relationship with my husband and in-laws when he came home for dinner. So, when he offered to work with me on my self-confidence, I had hope.
I couldn’t help questioning his intentions when he presented me with a sexy swim suit. I had the sinking feeling that he too was one of the hornies for my body. And yet, I was determined to make this work. I didn’t have a choice. If I couldn’t make it work, I was facing losing our house. So, with a lump in my throat I showed up in the swimsuit and wrap he had presented me with. I expected him to make a move to seduce me when I went to the swimming pool, but he was the perfect gentleman. His logic after my swimming lap made perfect sense. The swimsuits he presented me were erotic to say the least. Wearing sexy clothes and showing skin wasn’t me. I was always used to dressing conservatively, but his logic had convinced me to give this a go. Whether it helped or not was another story, but I was sure as hell going to try.
Over the next month, lesser and lesser of my body was covered by progressively skimpy swimsuits and bikinis. The lust in the eyes of the men there and their erections (which they stopped trying to hide and even stroked themselves while I was there) had gone from feeling dirty to making me feel flattered.
The two-piece thong bikini I wore on the last day of the month hid absolutely nothing. It was downright transparent and both my nipples and my pussy was as visible through it as if I was stark naked. Three of the men at the pool actually came and I could have sworn my boss too had a raging erection. I am not sure if it was the lack of sex at home or my growing lack of inhibition, but I half-wished he would have been one of the men jerking himself off. I half-wished he would make a move, but he didn’t do either. I was almost disappointed that he was the perfect gentleman.
The naked truth
“You have been doing better haven’t you?” I asked her. We were sitting in my office doing her monthly 1 on 1, reviewing her performance in the last month.
“Yes, the numbers have improved,” she said, “thanks to you.”
“No, thanks to you,” I corrected. “I showed the direction, but you had to make a huge leap of faith to get out of your comfort zone.”
“Yes, it wasn’t easy wearing those sexy swimming suits and watching men stroke themselves looking at me.” She conceded.
“Which reminds me, I wanted to review the sessions with you too.” I took out my cell phone on which I had recorded Shy everyday, and played the first and last video. “Do you notice the change in body language? On the first day, you were so uncomfortable, you were almost shaking. Now, on the last day, though you were almost naked, you were full of confidence and actually enjoying the men jerking off to you. You looked absolutely HOT!”
“You think so?” She asked blushing.
“I do, and so do all the men who came within minutes thanks to your display.” I said, “how did you feel?”
“Aroused.” Shy replied blushing even more. “Thankfully, I was wet from the swimming otherwise it would have been quite embarrassing.”
“You were that wet?” I asked. Shy just nodded. “So are you ready to go to the next level?”
“Yes,” she said, no hesitation in her voice anymore. She was actually eager now.
“I want to introduce you to ‘The Naked Truth’.” I said. “It’s a book written by the female CEO of a Fortune 100 company, who started out a very self-conscious woman low on confidence — pretty much like you. She said what changed her was what she calls the naked truth.
“It’s a proven fact that we are all our worst critics. And within that, we are most critical of our appearance and body right? I asked and Shy nodded. “So, what this lady did was, whenever she had a tough meeting or presentation, she would stand stark naked in front of a mirror after her shower and imagine having the conversation or doing the presentation naked. Her mind naturally did the critical thing of reminding her of all her flaws — real and imagined. And because she was doing a presentation or having a conversation, it was like the person evaluating the presentation was critically evaluating her body. She would imagine all types of erotic situations and her challenge was to not get distracted and to stay focused on her presentation or meeting. Over time, her confidence grew and she was able to handle tough situations because she had overcome her worst critic — herself. Makes sense?”
“Yes, totally!” Shy said, looking excited.
“So I want you to try that if you want to.”
“Ok” she said.
“Everyday, after shower, stand naked in front of the mirror imagining a conversation or meeting or presentation you are doing, thinking of the others reacting to your body and try to overcome the distraction and stay focused on your meeting. Ok?”
“I can’t do this anymore Sir,” Shy said handing me her resignation.
“Why?” I said, shocked at this turn of events. “You have been doing so well. Everyone is talking about the turn around and the potential they see in you.”
“It’s just that…” she hesitated, “never mind Sir, it’s just not… I can’t do this anymore.”
“Why?”
“I can’t talk about it.”
“And I thought we were friends who shared everything.” I said.
“We are, but this is too personal and sexual to share,” she added, “please just accept my resignation.”
“I really don’t want to do that,” I said honestly. “I really wish you could trust me enough to explain what this is all about and why you want to leave.” Shy was sobbing by now. “Come on Shy, you owe me that much.” I said, coming over on to her side of the desk and holding her, rubbing her arm reassuringly. Eventually, she shared what her problem was.
As he was explaining the Naked Truth theory, I was getting turned on. I was already sure this was going to work. So the next morning, I stood naked in front of the mirror imagining my 1 on 1 with him. I imagined his eyes taking in my naked body, lingering hungrily on my breasts and pussy. I imagined him wanting me and stroking himself like the men at the pool had. That night, when my husband fucked me, I orgasmed after many months.
Over the next few days, my imagination during the Naked Truth practices became increasingly vivid and suggestive.
Yesterday, I imagined me giving my boss a blowjob and enjoying it. I was so aroused at the thought that I had to masturbate to an orgasm thinking of my boss fucking me. At night, during sex, while my husband was fucking me, I was imagining it was my boss’s cock in me pounding away and emptying itself deep inside me. I came with the most violent orgasm I had in a long time.
After my husband fell asleep, I lay there ashamed. I was having all these erotic thoughts about a man who had been nothing but nice to me. I was mentally cheating on my husband and not regretting it. By the time I fell asleep, I had decided to resign.
“I am so sorry Shy,” I lied, feeling thankful for the table between us hiding my raging erection, “I certainly had no intention of causing problems for you with this.”
“I know Sir,” Shy said between sobs, wiping her tears.
“I didn’t think this would happen here in India, as different as we are culturally.” I said.
“What do you mean?”
“Well, the lady who wrote the story spoke of a similar initial reaction.”
“What did she do?”
“Well, she faced her demons,” I said, “but in her case, her boss was gay. Once she had faced her demons and the reality replaced her imagination, she could move on.”
“Oh!” was all Shy could say.
“Well, that’s not a practical solution in your case,” I said sighing, “it’s a pity really, because you were doing so well and I was actually thinking you were close to a promotion if your present trend continued for another few months.”
“I want to.” She said.
“I understand,” I said, “and under the circumstances, I have to accept the resignation.”
“No, I meant I want to face my demons.”
“What?”
“I trust you to be a gentleman Sir.” She said, “I want to do this and get past it.”
“I don’t trust myself Shy,” I said, “with a woman as beautiful as you naked before me.”
“Please Sir,” she said.
“But how?” I asked, “we can’t do that kind of thing in the office and it can’t be at your place with your husband there. And I don’t trust myself enough to invite you over to my place.”
“He is going out of town on work for a week,” she said, “We can do it at my place.”
I had come over to her place a couple hours ago. We had talked for a while and she had gone into great detail about all the things she imagined me doing, ending with cumming inside her and getting her pregnant. Eventually, it was time to face her demons and she had gone off to take her shower. I was so turned on that I had to jerk myself off while she was showering. I had grabbed some tissue paper from her coffee table and cum in it and flushed it down the guest toilet before getting back to the couch to wait for her to finish her shower.
Eventually, she had stepped into her bedroom doorway, dbangd in a towel, her wet body dripping water. I had gulped and made no attempt to hide the effect seeing her that way had on me. I had worn tracks and my erection was quite evident.
“You just going to sit there and stare?” She asked.
“You’re cheating,” I said eventually.
“What do you mean?”
“You are supposed to be naked, not wearing a towel.” I replied.
“I can’t take the towel off!!!” She said, her face turning beet red.
“I better leave.” I said.
“No wait.” She said, “I want you to take it off. That’s how I imagine it.”
“Ok.” I said getting off the couch and walking towards her. “You better start practicing the presentation and whatever I do, you have to keep going ok?”
She nodded and started going over her presentation, her eyes glued to my crotch. Walking up to her, I kissed her neck, making her gasp.
“Is the gasp part of the presentation?” I asked, continuing to kiss her neck and lower down her torso till I reached the edge of the towel. She struggled but went back to her presentation. I kissed her boobs over the towel while my hands cupped and caressed her ass. She was struggling to stay with the presentation so she closed her eyes tight and continued as I pressed my face to her boob, moaning hungrily.
Going behind her, I cupped her boobs over the towel and kissed her neck and back, my erection pressed against her ass. I squeezed her boobs as I rubbed my crotch against her, continuing to kiss and lick her back.
I turned her around to face me. She still had her eyes shut tight as she kept talking through her presentation. I kissed her face, eyes, nose, ears and chin, before opening her towel and letting it drop to the floor. Shy groaned.
“You stay focused on the presentation.” I said.
“I can’t.” She replied.
“Then I should stop.” I said.
“No, I don’t want you to” she said.
“Ok, then tell me what you want me to do.”
“In my imagination, you kiss me while playing with my boobs.” and I did just that. Her mouth was hungrily waiting for mine when I kissed her. As I cupped her boobs, she opened her mouth and her tongue found mine. After kissing her hard and playing with her boobs and nipples for minutes, I broke the kiss, both of us gasping for air.
“There’s only one way this ends if we don’t stop now.” I said, continuing to pinch her tits.
“I hope it ends the way it does in my imagination.” she said between gasps and moans.
Taking one nipple in my mouth, I started sucking hungrily, while continuing to play with her other boob.
“Have you wanted this too?” she asked pressing my face into her boob.
“From the day I first saw you.” I mumbled into her nipple, my hand going down between her legs and cupping her pussy. She was soaking wet.
“That’s not the shower water.” she said, reading my mind.
Picking her up, I started towards the guest bedroom.
“Not that way, I want you to take me in my bed,” she said. So I led her to the master bedroom and lay her down in her bed.
Spreading her legs wide, I buried my face between her legs, my tongue licking the soaking wet opening of her shaved pussy.
Withing minutes, I was eating her hungrily, my tongue fucking her, my lips sucking on her clit, driving her wild and making her wriggle as her body inched towards an orgasm.
When she came, she squirted into my mouth and I lapped up her delicious orgasm. I continued eating her for another hour, through three more orgasms. I could have eaten her all day, but she finally pushed me back.
While she pulled my tracks and underwear down, I got rid of my tee-shirt.
“My GOD! You are HUGEEE!!!” she gushed, taking my shaft in her hand and stroking it from based to tip.
Taking the head in her mouth, she started sucking and licking me and squeezed my balls gently with one hand while the other continued to stroke the part of the shaft that she couldn’t take in her mouth.
For close to 15 minutes, she sucked and stroked me to full hardness.
“You want to cum in my mouth?” she asked.
“No, I want to cum inside you,” I groaned.
“Me too.” she said taking me back in her mouth and increasing the intensity of sucking me.
I pushed her back when I was ready to enter her and lay her back on the bed.
Spreading her legs, I rubbed my pole against her sopping wet opening, lubricating it.
As I pushed my hardness against her opening, I was amazed at how tight she was.
Her mouth opened in a silent O as I pushed into her, inch by inch, pulling back a bit before pushing further into her.
“Oh god, it won’t fit,” she groaned.
After nearly a minute, I was buried inside her to the hilt, my shaft filling her deep.
“You are touching places inside me I didn’t even know existed,” she moaned. I pulled almost all the way out before shoving it all the way back into her. Then I pulled out again and thrust hard to the hilt inside her.
“Aaaaah” she squealed in pleasure, encouraging me. Having jerked off once already, I knew I wouldn’t be cumming soon, but I wanted to make this last as long as I possibly could. As I slowly started increasing my tempo, her screams turned into grunts and then moans.
When her back started arching in rhythm with my thrusts, I knew she her orgasm was close.
I started hammering hard inside her, increasing my tempo further, drilling her hard and deep. It took four minutes before she shook, arching her back and let out an animal scream as a violent orgasm took hold of her. I kept fucking her right through her orgasm, making it last. As the first wave started passing another shook her and then another and another, each bigger and more violent than the previous.
I don’t know if she mad multiple back-to-back orgasms or one massive one, but she kept cumming for minutes and I kept plowing her pussy till she collapsed totally spent.
“Oh god…. oh god…. oh god….” she kept moaning, cheering me on as I pounded her hard, inching closer and closer to my own climax.
When it came, I buried myself all the way into her and let go, filling her with spurt after spurt of my cum, flooding her for close to a minute before I collapsed on her spent. We both drifted off to sleep.
When I woke up, she was laying naked on her elbow, looking at me.
“Regretting it?” I asked.
“No,” she said, shaking her head. “You?”
“No,” I said, “just wondering if you’d want to do it again.”
I proceeded to fuck her again, filling her pussy before taking her ass and filling it too. By the time she sucked me to an orgasm that night, swallowing my cum, we had been fucking for hours. She and I had both lost count of the number of orgasms she had.
We fucked through the night and the next day taking short breaks to recharge our batteries and hunger for each other.
It’s been six months now and we have fucked at every opportunity. I just handed her a well-earned promotion and she announced her pregnancy.
“Does this change anything?” I asked, wondering what she might expect now that she was pregnant.
“Only that my husband is thrilled thinking he got me pregnant.” she smiled.
“So we’re on for tonight?” I asked.
“Only if you promise to go all night.” she said winking. I smiled at how far she had come from the insecure girl everyone wanted me to fire.
THE END
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