20-08-2019, 02:48 PM
I am Vivek. I was 34 years and my wife Bina was aged 30 at that time. I worked in a Multi National Company in marketing division. Bina (my wife) was definitely worth a second look. She looked sexy and desirable to any adult male. Her face, figure, smile, gestures and walk were purely feminine.
Although she was not village girl, she was conservative in matters relating to sex and exposure. I had to cajole, persuade, argue and finally shout at her to make her undress before sex. Gradually she relented and agreed to wear Punjabi dresses, which highlighted her features a bit more than in saree.
Her most attractive features were her breasts, hips, waist and navel. Contours of these assets stood out. Her hips naturally swung temptingly as she walked. She had round face, lissom figure, long hair, kissable lips, innocent inviting smile, long shapely legs, artistic fingers, handful of breasts, long and curvaceous waist line, and guitar shaped back with shapely curved ass; all added to a sum total of a acutely desirable female. She was a sexy looking fit but conservative Indian house wife.
She did not like other men touching her even casually or unknowingly. She picked up a fight, if by chance in a crowded bus some man touched or brushed her. Due to this reason it was nightmarish, if we had to travel in crowded bus or Metro with her.
Although Bina was conservative, she had good sex drive. Her natural instincts got uncovered as I spent time educating her on nuances of enjoying sex. She was a good learner. Though her approach to outsiders remained the same, Bina and I had ravishing sex life for the first three years of our marriage.
After we had our son, she seemed to have lost her sexual appetite. She avoided my overtures and when I was horny and pleaded with her, she would relent by spreading her legs and letting me fuck her. That was so boring and repulsive that I avoided reaching that stage as much as possible.
Once, Bina and I went to a nearby shopping centre. There were some people in the shop, but I noticed a smart tall and strongly built man standing close to us, asking for some items from the counter sales woman. I noticed the man particularly because I saw him checking out my wife closely. He was subtly scrutinizing her vital stats. I could see his eyes were stuck at her bosom, ass and navel. All husbands know when someone looks at their wives with that look. My wife saw it but did not pay any attention. Admittedly I was excited at him looking at my wife lustfully. I did not understand my own reaction at that time.
After purchase, my wife Bina forgot to pick up her money bag and moved out of the shop. When we went to the next shop some distance away, she realized that her bag was missing. She was panicky. There was good amount of money in her purse. As we were contemplating to run back to the previous shop, the same gentleman appeared with my wife's bag in his hands.
He smiled and asked us, "Is this what you are looking for?"
Bina collected her purse and we thanked him profusely. He was Sam and lived close to the entrance in our colony, whereas we lived almost at the end of the colony.
My wife insisted that he should come to our house on our way back. After a bit of persuasion, he came to our house. Bina served him tea and snacks. He belonged to the same town as my wife. He knew her family and had met her brother once. Bina was thrilled to hear this. When we asked him about his wife, he informed us that his wife had deserted him six months ago. He said that his wife was in love with someone, before marriage. She had concealed this fact from him. Her parents compelled her to marry Sam. They stayed and slept together for only a week. He stated these embarrassing facts with simple innocence. We were touched. I insisted that whenever he had time, he was welcome. Bina also supported me.
As I knew more about him, I learned that Sam was inherently romantic but simple by nature. He admitted that he loved his wife and missed her. He did not blame her for leaving him. He had a small physio-therapy clinic near our colony. His clinic enjoyed good reputation in the area.
Sam was lovable with an innocent personality. Sometimes, he said the weirdest things with simple innocence. It was no wonder that he was a hit with my wife Bina. He broke through my conservative wife Bina's wall of isolation with males and became her favourite in a short time. He had a knack of taking liberties with her in such an innocent way that she was flattered rather than offended.
Within the first three months, Sam was like our good family friend. Occasionally Sam made appreciative though mildly sexist comments on my wife Bina's appearance. For example, "Bhabhi (sister in law), you are very beautiful. Your figure in the front matches your perfect figure at the back." Although she was edgy at first; as time passed, she began to accept such comments with a smile. She thought that at least there was someone who really appreciated her plus points and gave her importance. I was lacking in that and that was her grouse against me. However, Bina still, expressed her obvious discomfort if Sam touched her.
I had read somewhere that if husband and wife have a tacit understanding; a third person flirting with the wife might be able to inject an element of thrill in the couple's life. In other words wife sharing boosts up sex life for married couples. Suddenly I had an idea. It was obvious that Sam was trying to get intimate with my wife. Was he trying to seduce her? Was she giving him some space, much against her nature? I was turned on with the idea of Sam making out with Bina.
I was excited with the idea. How about my encouraging them to flirt in my presence? I had suspected Sam trying to woo my wife on several occasions. Sam kept praising her beauty, grace, intelligence etc. in the sly. Most of the times, she blushed and lapped it up. Sometimes, she rebuked him, albeit mildly. That perhaps confirmed that she had begun to like Sam and liked his flirty praises.
I teased my wife. When she described how Sam praised her, I asked her, "He seems to be a flirt. I have seen him ogle at your boobs." She did not seem to like my comments.
When I made that comment once too often, Bina replied, "I know that. All men do it." She was right.
I asked Bina, "What about Sam? You seem to like him. I think he has a crush on you. I feel that if you give him a little rope, he might grab you by your waist and given half a chance he may not spare you." I then added gingerly, "Should I tell you something? I won't mind seeing you make out with him."
Although she was not village girl, she was conservative in matters relating to sex and exposure. I had to cajole, persuade, argue and finally shout at her to make her undress before sex. Gradually she relented and agreed to wear Punjabi dresses, which highlighted her features a bit more than in saree.
Her most attractive features were her breasts, hips, waist and navel. Contours of these assets stood out. Her hips naturally swung temptingly as she walked. She had round face, lissom figure, long hair, kissable lips, innocent inviting smile, long shapely legs, artistic fingers, handful of breasts, long and curvaceous waist line, and guitar shaped back with shapely curved ass; all added to a sum total of a acutely desirable female. She was a sexy looking fit but conservative Indian house wife.
She did not like other men touching her even casually or unknowingly. She picked up a fight, if by chance in a crowded bus some man touched or brushed her. Due to this reason it was nightmarish, if we had to travel in crowded bus or Metro with her.
Although Bina was conservative, she had good sex drive. Her natural instincts got uncovered as I spent time educating her on nuances of enjoying sex. She was a good learner. Though her approach to outsiders remained the same, Bina and I had ravishing sex life for the first three years of our marriage.
After we had our son, she seemed to have lost her sexual appetite. She avoided my overtures and when I was horny and pleaded with her, she would relent by spreading her legs and letting me fuck her. That was so boring and repulsive that I avoided reaching that stage as much as possible.
Once, Bina and I went to a nearby shopping centre. There were some people in the shop, but I noticed a smart tall and strongly built man standing close to us, asking for some items from the counter sales woman. I noticed the man particularly because I saw him checking out my wife closely. He was subtly scrutinizing her vital stats. I could see his eyes were stuck at her bosom, ass and navel. All husbands know when someone looks at their wives with that look. My wife saw it but did not pay any attention. Admittedly I was excited at him looking at my wife lustfully. I did not understand my own reaction at that time.
After purchase, my wife Bina forgot to pick up her money bag and moved out of the shop. When we went to the next shop some distance away, she realized that her bag was missing. She was panicky. There was good amount of money in her purse. As we were contemplating to run back to the previous shop, the same gentleman appeared with my wife's bag in his hands.
He smiled and asked us, "Is this what you are looking for?"
Bina collected her purse and we thanked him profusely. He was Sam and lived close to the entrance in our colony, whereas we lived almost at the end of the colony.
My wife insisted that he should come to our house on our way back. After a bit of persuasion, he came to our house. Bina served him tea and snacks. He belonged to the same town as my wife. He knew her family and had met her brother once. Bina was thrilled to hear this. When we asked him about his wife, he informed us that his wife had deserted him six months ago. He said that his wife was in love with someone, before marriage. She had concealed this fact from him. Her parents compelled her to marry Sam. They stayed and slept together for only a week. He stated these embarrassing facts with simple innocence. We were touched. I insisted that whenever he had time, he was welcome. Bina also supported me.
As I knew more about him, I learned that Sam was inherently romantic but simple by nature. He admitted that he loved his wife and missed her. He did not blame her for leaving him. He had a small physio-therapy clinic near our colony. His clinic enjoyed good reputation in the area.
Sam was lovable with an innocent personality. Sometimes, he said the weirdest things with simple innocence. It was no wonder that he was a hit with my wife Bina. He broke through my conservative wife Bina's wall of isolation with males and became her favourite in a short time. He had a knack of taking liberties with her in such an innocent way that she was flattered rather than offended.
Within the first three months, Sam was like our good family friend. Occasionally Sam made appreciative though mildly sexist comments on my wife Bina's appearance. For example, "Bhabhi (sister in law), you are very beautiful. Your figure in the front matches your perfect figure at the back." Although she was edgy at first; as time passed, she began to accept such comments with a smile. She thought that at least there was someone who really appreciated her plus points and gave her importance. I was lacking in that and that was her grouse against me. However, Bina still, expressed her obvious discomfort if Sam touched her.
I had read somewhere that if husband and wife have a tacit understanding; a third person flirting with the wife might be able to inject an element of thrill in the couple's life. In other words wife sharing boosts up sex life for married couples. Suddenly I had an idea. It was obvious that Sam was trying to get intimate with my wife. Was he trying to seduce her? Was she giving him some space, much against her nature? I was turned on with the idea of Sam making out with Bina.
I was excited with the idea. How about my encouraging them to flirt in my presence? I had suspected Sam trying to woo my wife on several occasions. Sam kept praising her beauty, grace, intelligence etc. in the sly. Most of the times, she blushed and lapped it up. Sometimes, she rebuked him, albeit mildly. That perhaps confirmed that she had begun to like Sam and liked his flirty praises.
I teased my wife. When she described how Sam praised her, I asked her, "He seems to be a flirt. I have seen him ogle at your boobs." She did not seem to like my comments.
When I made that comment once too often, Bina replied, "I know that. All men do it." She was right.
I asked Bina, "What about Sam? You seem to like him. I think he has a crush on you. I feel that if you give him a little rope, he might grab you by your waist and given half a chance he may not spare you." I then added gingerly, "Should I tell you something? I won't mind seeing you make out with him."
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