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Author's Updated note:

 

This is a story that I first started writing in Xossip in 2016 and intended to narrate it in almost real time. Which means that while I began writing this story in the last week of October 2016, the events described in the story actually started taking shape just a month prior to that, from the mid of September 2016. So, in every sense, the story was meant to be a story narrated in real time.

I had written almost 8,000+ words and the story had come to a critical point before it kind of got left off in the middle. Several things happened. I got extremely busy for a while in my job and left the story for a while, always intending to return back and continue narrating it. Unfortunately before that could happen, the Xossip site itself shut down. 

Then this website started after a reasonable gap. I have been a silent member here since November 2019 and have often read many users remembering this story and wanting it to be completed. Indeed, one user even posted the entire thread from Xossip on this site as well. My work situation did not allow me enough time to restart this story earlier. However, all that is past. Here I am now. Again. To narrate the story as it happened. But here is the interesting part. 

The story started in October 2016. Then it was being told in almost real time. But this is July 2020. Almost 4 years have elapsed. So, obviously a lot, has happened in between. Which means, first, I will cover all that has happened since September 2016 till before the COVID induced Lock-down in March 2020.
Second, get back to narrating the story in real-time, including what is happening in these times of lock-down and social distancing norms ! 

Finally, this story started as a "how my wife finally got seduced". But what happened AFTER she got seduced? What has happened in all these years in between? That is one story which no one could have imagined before it all started. Even now, I sometimes pinch myself that all this has really happened! But it did. And I shall tell it all ! 

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Note: For continuity, especially for those readers who have read the story in Xossip, the content is the same till the portion already posted. The only change I have done is to change the time frame context. Which is to mean that the original content was written in 2016 and therefore time frame context was that year. But this is 2020. So for example, wherever number of years would be mentioned (say 8 years), I would change it to 12 (add 4 years to make it current) to make it current time frame relevant. Obviously, for new content written (which I would demarcate when I begin posting fresh material), this would apply automatically. 

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I have been a silent reader of these forums (Exbii, Xossip and now Xossipy) for years. Although I had written two stories (in Xossip), but none of them had been about my wife. The reason for this: although I have had many affairs (owing to my job primarily - marketing - which provides ample opportunities to travel around the country and make friends), my wife has been a straight and simple woman. This does not mean she is prude or something: she dresses in modern clothes, goes to parties and pubs and sometimes even mildly flirts with friends, but nothing beyond that. Reading the various adultery exploits in this forum, I had always wished that my wife would also veer around to having relationships outside marriage (guess I do have an inclination to be cuckolded), but till now (2016) it was strictly out of bounds. One additional reason I wished my wife would also sleep around (although discreetly) was that it would make my life a bit easier as well. But as I said, nothing happened on this front; that is till a few weeks ago (in 2016) when things dramatically changed! Here is what happened....

 

For  8 years (2008-2016) we had been staying in Gurgaon. Then my job changed in 2016 and so we had to shift to Delhi. I being very busy in my work, it was my wife, Meena, who used to come all the way from Gurgaon and look for houses in Delhi. After a lot of search, which actually lasted a full month, we finally moved to a new house in South Delhi in June of that year. The agent through which we arranged this house was a young person in late twenties (my wife was then 38, now 42). The agent was handsome, smart, spoke good English and was very presentable. He was also relatively well off, and traveled in a good car. His name is Vikas.

 

So, we settled in our new house. But soon we began to realize that though the house was good, the locality was not. So, after lot of agonizing, we came to the conclusion that we will shift again. So, from mid-September that year (2016), we again started looking for a new house, in South Delhi region itself. I being very busy, it again fell on my wife to search for a new house. She started the same process again - the only solace this time was that instead of coming all the way from Gurgaon to Delhi each day, this time being resident of Delhi itself, the travel time was saved.

 

So, my wife started her entire search routine again - looking for houses on web, then identifying a few good options, then contacting the agent representing that house and then going to see that house along with that agent. Typically, when she contacted an agent, he would arrange to show 3-4 more houses in the same trip. My wife has always feared driving in Delhi so she preferred to travel by taxi or auto. While coming from Delhi, Meena would hire a half-day or full-day taxi and commute in that from one house to another. But this time staying in South Delhi itself, hiring a half-day taxi made little sense. So, she started using Uber or even an auto.

But using Uber or auto presented its own challenge. They would essentially be point-to-point drop hires and thus if after looking at one house, Meena wanted to go to another house, she would have to wait to hire another Uber or an auto. Naturally many of the agents offered to drive her around in their cars, but she always declined. The third or fourth day in her search, she narrated this problem to me. I nonchalantly said, as if it is no big deal, that what is the harm if she takes a lift from one of the agents. But she pretended to get angry when I said this and insisted that she will not sit in a car with an unknown person. When I asked why not, the reason she gave was interesting - the agents were not drivers so she could not sit in back seat with them. And sitting in front seat with an unknown person was unthinkable! Although I said I have no issues even if she sat on the front seat, she remained insistent that it was not possible. I said it’s her call and left it at that. 

A week into the search, as she was coming out from one of the houses along with a different agent, she bumped into the agent who had arranged our first house, Vikas. He seemed surprised to see my wife there. My wife was also surprised to see him. They exchanged polite pleasantries but did not converse much. Later that evening, as my wife had feared, Vikas called her and enquired why is she searching for a house again? Meena then explained to him the situation. Vikas naturally asked why did she not contact him for help in search? Meena reasoned that she feared he might tell our existing landlord that we are looking again and our landlord might get upset that we are moving out so soon. She wanted to tell the landlord only when we had finalized a new deal. Vikas promised to be discreet, and offered that he too could show some houses. That evening Meena discussed this with me. I told her it is not a problem, and if deal works out through Vikas so be it.

So from next day Meena started looking at house options through Vikas as well. He would show good options but for some reason or the other the deal would not work out. The problem of my wife only travelling through Uber, and thus not able to see multiple houses in different locations in same trip, also confronted Vikas. So like others, Vikas too offered Meena a lift in his car. And this time, after a few days of Vikas offering each day, Meena accepted......But I did not get to know about it from her......


This is towards the end of September 2016. I generally left for office between 9:30 to 10:00 AM each day. That day as I was getting ready, I saw that Meena was also getting dressed. I asked her why is she getting ready so early? She told me that the agent has promised to show her 5-6 houses that day so that is why she was starting early so that she could finish it and come back home in time, well before our son would come home from college (which was then around 2:30 PM each day). So, we got ready and came down from our second-floor house. My car is normally parked near one of the public gardens around our house. The approach to that place is in opposite direction to the main entrance gate of our society. Each day, I got down from our house, approached the garden where the car was parked, then drove it all the way round the garden, reached the main gate and then drove out. However, if someone was boarding a taxi, they could straight away walk towards the main gate, since that is where the taxis entered, temporarily wait, board the taxi and then leave. 

So, this day too, as we got down from the house, we said bye to each other and then went in our opposite directions - I towards the garden while my wife towards the main gate. As I reached my car and took it around the garden to reach the main gate, I saw my wife getting inside a car. I presumed this must be an Uber that she would have called, like every other day. But then I saw something odd - she sat in the front seat and not in the back seat!

My wife had not noticed me, but I had clearly seen. It was her. This was odd, I thought. The car in which she sat sped away and as it got out of the gate, it took a direction opposite to the one I took for office. The oddity of her sitting in the front seat struck me for a while, but then I forgot about it as I got busy in office.

That evening when I returned home, we discussed the home situation. Meena told me that she had seen a few houses, but did not like any which were in our budget, and the ones she liked over over-budget. As we were discussing this, the morning incident flashed in my mind again. So, I asked her:

"So how many houses actually you saw today?"

"Six houses. Why?" Meena asked.

"No, I was just wondering that you did not like any in 6? "

"Arey I told you na, three were out of our budget. So actually, I saw only three", she said with a smile.

"But how did you manage six houses today and come back in time also for Ankit (our son)."

"Uff....stop asking me so many questions. On the one hand I am working so hard and on the other you are asking for a report card. You are not a manager here like your office, OK”!! 

We both laughed and ended the discussion. But I found it interesting that she did not mention anything about her mode of transport. 

Next day I went on a three-day outstation trip. I asked Meena to shortlist a few houses she likes. Once I am back, I told her, I would look at those and finalize / negotiate. This is the routine we had followed in past too. She shortlisted the ones she liked, and I saw only those and if I liked among them, then I negotiated the final deal.

Three days later when I returned, the discussion resumed. She told me that she had shortlisted three houses. We fixed the next day, 1st October (2016), a Saturday (I will remember this day for long) when we would go and see those houses. She told me that all those houses had been shown to her by Vikas. I did not think much of it then, but in fact told her that it's good since it would avoid dealing with multiple agents. 

It was the morning of 1st October. We saw the three houses, but ultimately, we could not close on any. Vikas the agent, then told me that since I am also available this day, so he could show us some fresh houses. I was contemplating this when I got a phone call from the office. It had something to do with the deals I had signed during my trip the previous day so I had to rush to office. I told Vikas that why doesn't he show Meena since I have to rush to office. Vikas said fine.

Turning towards Meena I said "I have to rush to office for something urgent. Why don't you see the new options with Vikas and I will catch up with you all if I finish early"

"Ok. " She said pleasantly and then she started fiddling with her phone. I thought she was booking an Uber.

I got into my car, and as I started to drive off, I saw in the rear view mirror, that my wife got into Vikas's car, sitting in the front seat, and then they too drove off, albeit in a different direction !!

This was like a thunderbolt moment. Meena, my wife, who had made such a big issue when some other agents had offered her a lift, had actually no issues doing the same with Vikas. Normally, for me it would have been nothing, not an issue at all. But Meena had herself made it an issue. She told me when others had offered and she refused. So, it was surprising that she did not tell me when Vikas had offered and she accepted! 

I reached office but my mind was no longer on work. I realized that the other day, when I had seen Meena getting in a car in front seat, then too it would have been Vikas's car. After that, I had gone on a three-day official tour, and during those days she must have been moving around Delhi, in front seat of the car, with Vikas. 

But what was it about the front seat? Again, I had no issues with it, but Meena had made it an issue. It then struck me that the issue was never about getting a lift as much as it was about sitting in the front seat. What was it? I racked my brain around it and then it hit me - my wife's big, big ass and only low waist jeans she had in her collection, her butt crack thus getting exposed every time she would get in the front seat of the car or get out.

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Meena also had the habit of unstrapping her sandals as soon as she would get in the car and only strap it back when it was time to get out. So at least on two occasions, after getting inside the car, she would bend down completely and remained in that position for some time, as she would first unstrap her sandal and later strap it back. I had seen it every time we would move in the car. When we were alone, she would be even more careless and on many such occasions even half or more of her butt crack would be visible. The panties my wife used to wear would help her hide some of the modesty else many times I felt that the way she was careless, she could become completely bare from the back. If our kid was also in the car, she would be slightly more careful but even then, she could not avoid at least some exposure. 

So, this was the reason my wife was so adamant about not sitting in front seat of the car with unknown agents. And now she was willing to sit. With Vikas. Who was as unknown as others. Or was he? Had he become known now? I finished my work in office in a few hours and then started heading back towards home. As I got into my car, I remembered what had transpired a few hours ago and that I had promised that I would re-join my wife and Vikas if I finished my work early. So, I called my wife Meena. She picked up the call after 2-3 rings itself and this is how our conversation went.

"Hi, what's up? Finished work?"

"Yes, you tell me? Did you see any new houses? Liked anything?"

"Yes saw two but nothing that you would like to see yet"

"So, where are you now?"

"Just reached home. I had enough for today. I have strictly asked Vikas that this is enough of fooling around and I have to finalize as early as possible"

"So what did he say?"

"He has promised that he will not only look for more options tonight itself but has also talked to many of his other agent friends and asked them to share their deals and they will split the commission"

"Then, what next?"

"So tomorrow is Sunday. I was thinking I will leave early. Say around 9 AM and spend all day going around. Have to finalize tomorrow, even if it takes all day"

"Is Vikas ready to devote his full day for just one client?"

"He better do. He has no other option" 

"Is it? Why? Is he under your threat of blackmail? " I said this and laughed mildly

"Shut up."

"Ok, OK. So, what is the plan?"

"We will see houses all day and even do first round of negotiation in some we like. You stay home and baby-sit. We can then meet up at around 6 in the evening and you can see the shortlisted ones and close tomorrow itself"

"Ok. Sounds like a plan. Let's finish it tomorrow"

As we finished the conversation, I had multiple thoughts running in my mind. First, that since I had left them in the afternoon and now, it had been a good 4 hours and they had managed to see just two houses? And to top it all, they had now planned a full day tomorrow? Something was definitely odd. But I could not place a finger on it. At least not yet. 

I reached home and soon got busy with the kid and an evening get-together with friends. We were tired by the time our friends left, and also because we had many glasses of drinks, we almost immediately slept off. Next day being a Sunday, there was no hurry to wake up either. But I woke up startled, early the next morning, as I heard some noises in my bedroom. I looked at the watch and saw that it was only 7:30 AM. So, what was the noise about? And then I saw my wife opening the balcony door, the daily ritual when she got up in the morning. But this was way too early for a Sunday morning, I thought. I even said so to her in my sleepy state.

"Why are you opening the doors so early? Have you forgotten today is Sunday?"

"No I have not forgotten. But you seem to have forgotten our chat yesterday. Did I not tell you that I will leave early today to look for houses all day? But you don't worry, I will get ready quietly, you go back to sleep"

But my sleep was now gone. So, this was really happening. As Meena went in the bathroom to take a bath, I sat up and started to think through all that had happened in the past few days.

Was this finally happening? My wife, who although not really lazy, but not a workaholic either, getting up at 7:30 AM on a Sunday morning when we had a late-night party the previous night? For what? For something as mundane as checking out houses on rent? This was new. This was unlike her. So, what had happened in the past few days that had changed her? Made her enthusiastic enough to do this? 

The more I thought of this, the more the imagery of my wife sitting in the front seat of Vikas's car, bending down to strap her sandals, kept flashing in my mind. Surely Meena was not unaware that when she did that then what was on display? We ourselves had talked about this many time when I was on the driver's seat. I had grabbed her ass countless number of times in such situations. Many times, I had fingered her from behind even as she was strapping back her sandals, just before stepping out from the car. One of my favorite moments immediately flashed in my mind. We had gone for a weekend getaway in a farmhouse resort in Manesar, on the outskirts of Gurgaon. As we reached the hotel, Meena bent down to strap back the sandals. That day she was wearing an ultra-low waist jeans, so as she bent down, her entire ass came in view. The fact that she was wearing a thong, made it even more appealing. Unable to resist, I immediately ran my hand over it and at that very moment the usher in the resort opened her side of the door to help her out. His eyes immediately fell my hand and when he saw what I was doing, a big smile spread across his face. It was his smile that made me realize what he was seeing. Meena too realized what the usher was seeing. But she could hardly create a scene when her own husband was groping her! I reasoned with myself that removing my hand would be more scandalous as currently he was only seeing my hand, if I removed it, he would see her entire ass! Eventually she got up, but instead of being angry, she smiled at me and the usher, who smiled back even more. But when we reached our room, she lashed out at me. All my protestations that I was actually covering her modesty fell on deaf years. I even ribbed her that was she protesting so much because I had deprived her of a chance to show off her naked ass to the usher? She hit me even harder when I said this and it took all my persuasion skills to calm her down. Of course, later that night, we had a wild round of sex.

So, it was not as if she was unaware of the effect she has when she sits in the front seat. Which is perhaps exactly why she had refused in the first place to do so with other agents. And then came Vikas. And now she was going to literally spend the whole day with him! My mind was on fire. Part excited at the possibility of what I had always wanted and part at the audacity of it all. 

The more I thought of it, the more I was sure that I had to be certain of what was happening? Was something really happening or was I just get excited at imagined scenarios. I suddenly saw a buzz in Meena's phone, and a blue light blinking from the indicator. It meant a new message had arrived. We had an unwritten rule among ourselves till then that we never checked each other’s phones or messages. Although we had the lock passwords of our phones shared, in case of any emergency, but we never misused it to pry on each other. But this day, I broke that understanding. On a hunch, I picked up her phone. 

It was a WhatsApp message. From Vikas. Just two sentences. I could read what was in the message even without opening the chat, so that when Meena saw her phone, it would look unopened. It read, “Good morning. Ready for today?”. 

In themselves these two sentences were innocuous. But they confirmed many things. That she was indeed going with Vikas. That she would go in his car. The sentences themselves were framed in a very intelligent way. Not mentioning what was the actual work during the day. Not suggesting anything odd either. Just a simple – ready for today, and left hanging at that. Choose your own meaning!

As I was contemplating this, another message came from Vikas. “What plans for lunch by the way? Should we drive towards Gurgaon and then come back or in Delhi itself?”

So Vikas was constantly planning for the day. But none of his messages were about the actual work that they had ostensibly planned. In fact, it was a surprise to me that he could even message on such things. Having lunch during the day was normal if they were out all day. But this was not that working lunch one has? This was a planned lunch. And it was clear that too much work was not on Vikas’s mind else why would he drive all the way to Gurgaon and then come back? The possibilities inherent in the situation was making me go mad. I had always wanted Meena to move down this path. It would make my life easier if I ever got caught. I could always turn back and tell her, but so do you! This was the first time, at least in my recollection, where an opening had presented itself. Should I let things flow in the natural course and see what happens? Or should I give it a little push. Also, I had to know what was happening. And that is when a devilish plan came up in my mind. And I went about executing it.

Our bedroom has two big closets - one used by me and the other by my wife. The design in each closet is such that there is a large drawer space on one side of the closet, and then a series of smaller drawers, stacked one above the other, on the other side of the closet. These smaller drawers were used for organizing similar kind of clothing in one place - for example one drawer only had her panties, another only her bras, one only had socks, the fourth only dupattas and stoles and so on. I was, on this day, interested in the drawer where she kept her panties. 

Meena was still in the bathroom. She always took unusually long to finish her morning bath. So, I knew I had time. I brought my tool box, and using a set of screw drivers, I screwed out the stopper that prevents the drawer from completely pulling out as one draws it out. I tested it. If unaware, and you pulled it out like every day, without knowing that the stopper had been removed, the drawer would come out completely and most likely fall on the ground. On the ground, in a strategic location, I then kept a bottle full of water, but very loosely capped. The plan was ready and with that I went back to bed, pretending to be still sleepy, although in a semi-disturbed state.

Meena came after a while, having finished her bath. As she was standing in front of the dressing table, completely nude, I had the opportunity to look at her again. In new light. Although 38, there was none of the negative effects of ageing on her, only the positive side effects. And what a voluptuous figure she had! 5'5'' in height, tall slim figure, nice round breasts, broad hips and a beautiful flat belly delightfully centered with a deep dark navel. There was not even a strand of unwanted hair on her body. The armpits were completely and freshly shaved. As was her pubic area. I saw her reflection in the mirror. Although Meena shaving off her pubic area was not new, since I liked it that way, still it is not as if she did it very regularly. But she had done it today. 

As she straightened her hair, I could not help but feel proud that that this beauty was my exclusive property, till now. Although I have had sex with many women, some of them with drop-dead gorgeous figures, but at that moment, I sweared, Meena could compete and come out trumps against any of those in a nude body competition!

Soon she dried herself and then I saw her moving towards her closet. She picked her dress carefully. Among them was that same ultra-low waist jeans that she had worn when we had gone on that weekend getaway! Wow I thought. It was really happening! And then she moved towards the side drawers to pick her undergarments. And that is when my devilish plan executed itself to perfection. 
As she pulled the drawer in which she kept her panties, applying the same force that she would on any normal day, the drawer came out in full force and with no stopper to inhibit its momentum, it came out fully and fell with a thud on the ground! But that was only part of the plan. The second part also came into play. 

As the drawer fell on the ground, it hit the water bottle which also tumbled and the entire water spilled in the same place that her panties had fallen from the drawer.
For a moment Meena was stunned. I too pretended to wake up from the sound and ask in a startled voice "What happened?"

"Don't know what happened, but the stupid drawer came out fully and fell on the ground"
"Oh! Ok, we will call the carpenter during the day and get it fixed! "
"That is all right but what do I do now?"
"Why? What is the problem?"

"Can't you see? I have to go out now. It's almost time. But all my panties are soaked now. Don't know who had kept a water bottle here? Must have been you"

"Common don't be ridiculous. Did I know that you would break the drawer?"

"yeah, but my panties are now spoiled. What do I wear now? How do I go out?"

"What is there to think so much about this? Don't wear a panty. who will come to know what you are wearing or not wearing inside? And in case you don't want to go like that then postpone. Go tomorrow"

I saw that Meena was clearly in a dilemma. Not knowing what to do. She sat on the edge of the bed, clearly angry at the turn of the events and deciding on what to do?

“Arey today was a good today to get this done. You can be at home all day and take care of the kid while I can devote all my attention. From tomorrow again working day and then the same restrictions of coming back home early to receive the kid and so on…”

“So I already gave you the solution. For a day, don’t wear any panty. Who will come to know?”

“Stupid person, panty is not worn just to protect yourself from others but also for own hygiene” 

“What does that mean?”

“It means that if I see a hot hunk on the road and get wet, then the panty will soak my flowing juices and not wet by jeans, you idiot”

“So why is that a problem. Even if you come back with soaked jeans, I won’t mind” 
Meena looked at me strangely, realized I was teasing her and then threw the pillow at me in mock anger. 

“Accha, what do you want?”

“Give me a solution”

“Seriously, you know this getting wet think is bunk. Yes, it will initially feel a little odd without a panty but then you will get used to it within minutes and then it will be all right.”

I purposefully did not advise her to change her ultra-low-waist jeans, nor advised her to wear anything Indian like a Salwar kameez or even a long top. I was waiting to see if she herself would come up with these solutions. 

She thought for a while. And then she said “Ok, if you say. I cannot let the opportunity go”

With that choice of words, she went on to dress herself. She wore exactly the same jeans that she had picked earlier and exactly the same top – which barely came up to the jeans waist – so when she would bend, she would be on display. Today, not even a panty to hide her modesty. 

I went to the kitchen to fix a cup of tea for myself as she was getting dressed. When I came back with the tea, I saw the she was again in the bathroom, to give final finishing touches to her makeup. My eyes looked for her phone. It was lying on the bed. I checked it in a flash. She has read the messages from Vikas. And replied too.

“Let’s go to Gurgaon for lunch”. So, she had agreed drive down with Vikas to Gurgaon, even after the panty disaster! Clearly, she was aware of what she was doing.

Vikas had replied back to her message. She had read that reply too “Great. We will finish first round of houses by 11, then we can leave for Gurgaon. We need to come back by 4 for the next round”

I was stunned. The whole impression till now was that that they would spend the entire day just looking at houses, and in between perhaps grab a quick lunch. Instead, they had 5 hours of free time! Driving to Gurgaon and coming back would maximum take 2 hours. They still had three hours free!

Meena had read this message too and replied to it as well. “Ok.”
This was the end of the conversation, I presumed, before she had gone off in the bathroom.

There was clearly nothing yet, at least in the spoken words, that pointed out to anything odd. But every unmistakable sign was there. But to be doubly sure, I immediately hit upon on my next idea. I had a small recording device, which I had bought when I was interviewing people for my marketing research project. I put it on, turned on the microphone to maximum setting, and hid it inside her handbag. The recording device had a maximum capacity of recording 8 hours of audio, so it could conceivably last the whole day. I was not sure of how much the battery would last but that was the best I could manage in that short while. I hoped that when she came back, I would be able to catch at least some of their spoken conversation and get a sense of the real deal!

Meena soon came out and was ready to leave.

I asked, “you are leaving so early. What about lunch, etc.?”
“Ya, that is there. Perhaps will catch a quick bite of something”
And with that she went off. I wished her well in a rather enigmatic way “Enjoy.”
She smiled, waved me a bye and went away!

As she turned away from me, my heart skipped a beat. Even when she was walking straight, it was obvious she was without a panty. My eyes then fell on her sandals. She had chosen a sandal which had those multiple ropes which needed a lot of time to tie. Which meant that every time she bent to strap it and unstrap it, she would need to remain bent for a much longer time. And then I remembered why she was worried about being panty less. Not because it would expose her in any way. But because if she got wet, then her jeans would be spoilt! Was she expecting that to happen today?

The die had been cast. All I could do now was wait.

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That Sunday, which other times seemed to pass very quickly, was agonizingly slow. From the moment Meena left in the morning to the time she arrived back in the evening, I would check my watch every few minutes, check the phone for messages or calls, but neither there were any messages nor any calls. It was all just me, with my kid, the entire day. The kid oblivious to what was happening. In a way, I was oblivious too, as to what exactly what was happening. That is why I was desperately waiting for the evening, for Meena to arrive, for me to look at her up closely and deduce through some gestures or non-verbal communications if anything had happened. And for me to lay may hands on the recording device! It was a long, long wait. However, all this long, while I waited for Meena’s call or message, I did not initiate at any call or message from my side. It was because I actually wanted things to happen, and I did not in any way want my presence, even virtual, to impede it. All I wanted was to be an observer to what was happening. A hidden observer, but an observer nonetheless.

When it was evening, 7 P.M. and there was still no sign of Meena, I decided to take my kid to the park in our compound. So, we locked the house and started moving towards the park. Just as we had entered the park, I saw a car driving past us with a female sitting in the back seat who looked like my wife and a person who looked like Vikas in the driver’s seat. For a moment I thought I was mistaken. If she was indeed Meena why would she sit in the back seat again when I had already seen her in the front seat? Was I mistaken then or now? And if mistaken now, had things between Meena and Vikas slid backwards? Even as these thoughts went through my mind in a flash, I saw Meena getting down from the car in front of the stop in front of our house. They were at some distance from us, so they could not have heard even if I shouted. I thought of picking my kid, and walking towards them but then I saw Vikas park the car and walk Meena towards the house. That was odd since he had never come to our house before. Anyways they reached the house within the next few seconds and seeing it locked, Meena called my mobile. I was still some distance from the house when I got the call, and I picked it up.

“Where are you? The house is locked?” Her voice seemed anxious. 
“We are outside?”
“Oh! Where?”
I don’t know what came over me that moment but at that moment I answered “We are at the nearby market. Kid (took his name) was getting bored so have come to get him some toys.”
“How much time will it take for you to come back?”

Since I had already lied just a second before, this time it was easier, “we have just come, you know how kid is. It will take at least 10 min. Anyways what is the worry, there are spare keys in the usual place where we hide the extra key. You go home, I will come.”
“Haan, that is OK. But Vikas has also come. We have finalized some places. And we think these are good. Thought could discuss with you and close it today”. 
“I will be there in 10 mins odd, so tell him to wait. I am sure he won’t mind spending time with you alone”
“Shut up! Come early, we will be waiting”
“OK, OK. 10 min max or maybe just a little more”

And with that our conversation ended. Unwittingly, I had conjured up a situation where I could position myself as a voyeur and see for myself what my wife was up to.

So, I left my kid, who had anyhow by now run to the park, in the care of a neighbor we trusted and who was also in the park with her own kid. I came up with some theory of urgent thing I had forgotten in my home which I had to go to pick. She was happy to look after my kid as hers was also there and the kids were good friends. 

I hurried to my home, which was on the second floor. Our house had an attached servants’ room, right next to the entrance of the main house. The entry to the servant’s room was also separate. However, we did not use the attached room as a servant’s room but as a study room. To make it accessible from the main house as well, we had cut a window in its wall, which opened in the living room. I quietly entered the servant’s room and hoped to peek through the window, without opening it, thus not letting them know that I was watching them.

There they were, sitting on opposite sofas. Meena with her back to me and Vikas facing me. I was hoping that Vikas would not be able to see me when I slightly ajar the sliding doors of the window. His reaction did not indicate that he had noticed anything and so now I sat to listen and watch. I had 10 mins of time. So, had they. 
Meena had brought some water and they were both sipping water from their glasses.

“What a good day and bad both!” Finally said Vikas as he finished his glass and put it down.
“what do you mean?”
“Good because the house search has ended and we finally seem to have found a house that I think will settle for you”
“And why bad?”
“bad because the house search has ended.”
And I could make out from the body movements of Meena that she was smiling at this, just like Vikas. Although I could not see Meena’s face as her back was towards to me, I could see Vikas’s face clearly and he had that look on his face which is that of a sincere man trying to entice a woman.
“But why is that bad Vikas?” asked Meena in a light tone.
“How will I now get to take you out to lunch to Gurgaon?”
They both laughed at what Vikas said.
“What was so special about that?” Although I could still not see, I knew Meena was smiling, while looking straight in his eyes, as she said this. 

“As they say for Goa and the three S – Sun, Sand and Sex, for today I would say it was three Js - Jungle, Jeans, and Jio”!
Meena laughed uproariously as she heard this. “You are very bad at allegory. But what does it even mean?”

I was stunned. Vikas had casually introduced the word sex in the conversation and there was not even a word of protestation from Meena. And he had used the word jeans too. Was he referring to the jeans that Meena was wearing?

And that is when I remembered her jeans. Oh yes! Her jeans. That she was wearing. Ultra-low waist jeans. Worn without a panty. On her big, bulky ass. And Vikas had not just seen it or hinted at it, but clearly brought it up in conversation. 
But in what context, that still was not clear. So, I started listening to the conversation again.

“The jungle on Aravalli where we spent the time watching those peacocks, your jeans and my Jio phone” 
“Those peacocks were lovely, were they not? And I ruined my jeans yes, But what about Jio? Oh! You clicked some pictures while I was playing watching the peacocks. And you did not show me till now? She me now or else I will banish you” She said in mock anger.
“Ok, OK but what will I get for my timely photography skills?”
“Let me see first you stupid and then I will decide. Come here and show me”

Vikas left his sofa and walked towards Meena and then sat next to her on the sofa she was on. He was sitting dangerously close to her, their thighs in contact with each other and both of them leaning forward as he was flipping through pictures on his phone and she was intently watching one by one.

Because Meena had been sitting with the back resting on the sofa backrest, I could not see her back till now. But now that she was bending forward to look at the pictures on Vikas’s phone, I could see her. And I could see Vikas too and what he was doing. Sitting millimeters away from her, he was every few seconds glancing backwards, at the completely exposed ass, even as Meena was bending forward on the pretext of going through Vikas’s phone. 
“Ya these are good pics but nothing as dramatic as the Goa triple S analogy that you had come up with”

So, Meena was now herself hinting at Sun, Sand and Sex! Wow! 

“They are there but in a different folder” 
“So, show me, why are you hiding?”
“What will I get?”
“I told you na, first let me see and then I will decide.”
“And if they are as dramatic as Sun, Sand and Sex then?”
“Then you will get something. Ok. Now happy! Now show me..."

And with this Vikas took the phone back from her and started flipping through some folders. I looked at Meena. She strained to look back at what Vikas was doing. However, she was still bending forward and had still not sat back up straight. 

And finally, Vikas found the folder, clicked on a photo and said to Meena “this” and kept the phone in his hand itself and gestured to Meena to come even nearer to her to see it.

Meena got back up and looked at the picture. I noticed it at the same time too. I was stunned. Speechless. For a while, senseless as well. Vikas was smiling. Meena was engrossed in the picture and seeing it through the various angles, zooming in and zooming out and again zooming in and so on. 

Between Delhi and Gurgaon, there are two main road connections – one of them is called the M.G. road (the other the Expressway). If you take the M.G. road  and once you reach the Pullman hotel, just on the entry of Gurgaon, one can either proceed to Gurgaon through the city roads or take a completely desolate road through Aravalli hills, between the jungles. This road connects the Gurgaon-Faridabad road to Sohna Road. It is completely deserted, with high growth of bushes and trees on both sides, almost mirroring a jungle. The series of pictures that Meena was seeing now were taken on this stretch. Apparently, they had been taken by Vikas while he was in the driver’s seat. In themselves the pictures were breathtaking. 

Meena had stopped on one particular picture after going through the entire special album. In it, she was seen sitting on the front passenger seat, with her back towards the photographer. The car was parked on one side of the road. The front passenger door was open. Outside some peacocks were seen. One of them was dancing and very close to her. And Meena was bent forward gesturing towards them, playing with them! Bent forward completely, up to her foot level. On top she had the dress she had worn when she had gone out. On the bottom, it seemed she was totally naked (seemed because in the other pictures of this series, the jeans was visible). But then she was not naked. It’s just that she was bent so forward and so low in this particular picture, that the jeans she had been wearing had been so completely stretched down, that in the picture, not even an inch of it was seen. Not even an inch. It was a superb timing of camera angle and timing of taking the picture. It was the most stunning picture I had seen in my entire life. The kinds that make it to exhibitions. But this, picture was of my wife. Taken by a man who was not her husband but a property agent. Who while taking the picture was sitting right behind her? And was sitting right now next to her. 

Meena kept looking at the picture for some time. Vikas also kept looking at her smiling but not speaking a word. Finally, Meena looked up, at Vikas, and said,
“So, seems you are a good trick photographer. One who can take pictures when the person being clicked is not even aware”

I had hope that Meena might get angry at her being clicked on the sly or literally behind her back. At least show some mock anger. Or embarrassment at being clicked while being exposed. But nothing. She was as nonchalant with Vikas as she would be with anyone else. As of nothing out of the ordinary had happened at all.
“Oh Common! Don’t dismiss these as trick pics. They are world class.” 
“You mean the Jungle, Jeans and Jio class?” 
“Or Sun, Sand and Sex class”
“Ok Ok, now don’t over play your skills mister” and Meena slightly slapped Vikas’s thighs as she said this. 
“So now that you agree these are the Sun, Sand and Sex class, what do I get?”
“Why should you get anything?”
“But you had just promised that if these are Sex class then I will get what I want”

Vikas had now even dropped even any pretensions of analogy and was directly referring to sex. 

“Not what you want mister, but something, yes. Big difference mister”
“So, what do I get?”
“What do you want?” Meena was looking into Vikas’s eyes and smiling.
“A selfie with you”
“Ah! Just a selfie. You have very low demands. I thought you will want more”
“But this is not a normal selfie. But something special”
“What? How?”
“It will be a Sex class selfie in tune with the analogies of triple S and Triple J”
“Oh, stop your analogies now.”
“So, selfie done?”
“I am sitting next to you. Click and get it done with”
“Not like this, I told you, it will be sex class”
“Uff!! You and your sex class. Ok tell me, what do I have to do?”

So now Meena had finally conversed with him in the same language as he had. I was like watching a film scene unfold in front of me, one where the wife is slowly seduced, or something like where it is mutual seduction. Just that this was not a film, and she was my wife. Real life wife. 
And the suddenly Meena noticed the clock on the wall.

“It’s been more than 10 minutes since we here. Hubby would be coming soon. Hurry up”
“I want to do it perfect and when I have sufficient time. So maybe would take the selfie later”
“Nothing now then?” Meena sounded disappointed in her tone.
Vikas bent his head and said “anything you quickly give now will be an added bonus”
Meena lifted his head up, smiled at him and said “You are a nice boy.”
Then she got up, went near the center table, bent down to pick up the glasses of water on the table, stayed that way for some seconds, then looked back at Vikas and said “enough?”
“This is jeans class. What about sex class?”
“That we would do later, when we have time, as you said”

“But jeans class I have already seen. And sex class is later. So, for now, the quick reward should have been in between these two”
“What?”
“Something we had already done in the car”
“Shut up. Not possible. That was an accident”

“Just once more. Please”
“No”
“You are ready for sex class selfie but not for what we have already done”

“Not we have done but what you had done. And it was an accident”
“But just once, please”
“I said No. Anything else but not that”
“Ok then, when I take sex selfie, I will compensate for your refusal now”

“Whatever.” 

“Ok. Nothing now. Later, sex selfie then.”

“Done”. 

And with that Meena again smiled, got up and went to the kitchen to prepare some tea in anticipation of my any minute arrival. Vikas had also now straightened himself and seated properly. 

I was on the other hand frozen. My mind was telling me that the 10 minutes I had said I will be back in had long gone by. Meena was also expecting me now. But my body was unable to move. One because my limbs were numb. And two because I had a huge erection. There had happened something in the car that Meena was unwilling to repeat again. It was clearly way more than she had exposed herself then and again willingly done so again many times now. She had not even objected when Vikas converted the so-called sex-class selfie to out and out sex-selfie but was unwilling to do again what had happened in the car? What could it have been? I knew I had to get the tapes I had hidden in her hand bag and listen to it immediately to find out. 

What could it have been that Meena was willing to go for a sex-selfie but not that?

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Note: This is where I had left the story unfinished in Xossip. The story posted from now onwards will be fresh content. 

 

[cmtkullu]

One thing I had learned courtesy my many dalliances is that there is a very strong concept of ‘in the moment’. Situations, context, mood, timing, and various such factors come into play to create ‘the moment’ when people are willing to cross boundaries, they would normally not even dream of doing so. Cheating in a marriage was that kind of boundary line. Especially, for an India woman who had been completely faithful till now.

As I lay hidden in my study room, watching the conversation unfold between Meena and Vikas, I realized that Meena was “in the moment” when she was willing to push boundaries and expand the envelope of what she was willing to do. If that moment passed, who knows whether it may come back again or not? If the moment passes without her irretrievably crossing a line, it was entirely possible that she would think about what she was going to do and her value systems may pull her back. Or it could be that she would later be engulfed with guilt and may back off. Any number of things could happen which would prevent her from moving forward. I had for long wanted her to go down this path. There was a real possibility of it happening now. And I had a live view of it too! I was determined to give her every opportunity to live the moment. No forcing her to take any step. But give her the time and space and see where events flowed.

What was the hindrance that had made them both conscious and had almost made 'the moment' pass? That the 10 minutes were up and I could be arriving soon. I could easily change that. Determined to not let the moment go without giving her the full chance, I quietly slipped out of the study room, so that I could not be overheard and called Meena again.

She picked up and immediately asked “Where are you? You had said 10 minutes and it is already way past that”

“Yaar, I was coming but met Mayank (our neighbor) in between who was absolutely insistent that I come to his home and check out his new bar”

Meena did not particularly like Mayank neither his wife. So, I was safe in taking their name and telling a lie since the chances of she checking back with them was remote.

“But we are waiting here for you, what about that?”

“I will try and end this in 15-20 min max. Please, what can I do. He was very insistent. I could not refuse. Just some more time”

“Yeah your 20 minutes will become 30 minutes…. I know”. Although I should have been surprised, but I was not that she herself was hinting that I take even more time.

“Promise I will come very soon. 30 minutes at the extreme”

“What about our kid (she took the name)?”

“He is playing in the park with Rohan’s. They are taking care”

“OK, come soon. We will wait”. She said in an apparent mock upset tone.

“But why are you upset? You also have handsome company”. I laughed as I said this….

“First you are late making us wait and then you tease me also…. now see what I do with that handsome man….”

“OK"….I took a long pause, as if allowing her the time to internalize that I was giving OK and then said "30 minutes, then we will catch up” ….

With that the phone was disconnected. I wanted to give her the clearest message once more that she had clear 30 minutes for whatever she wanted to do…. with that handsome man! There was nothing explicit. It was all a normal banter and conversation. Yet, in the context of the events that day, I hoped she would get the message.

The moment the phone was disconnected, I rushed back to my study room, back in the same position where I was earlier.

“Who was that on the phone?” It was Vikas asking Meena

“You are in luck mister. We have 30 minutes more before hubby comes”. Said a smiling Meena as she stopped making the tea and came out of the kitchen.

“How did you manage that?”

“Arey, I did not manage it. He is stuck with his friends”.

“Whatever, but great. Let’s get back”

“Get back to what”

“To our sex-selfie”

“But did I not just give you a dream-photo moment”

“Yes, but that was J-class. Did you not agree for a sex-selfie later and also for compensation for refusal to do what we already did in car”?

“I told you not that. Why do you keep on bringing that topic?”

“Ok, OK, sorry”

“Ok idiot”

By now, Meena was back on the sofa, sitting next to Vikas.

Earlier, Vikas had sat next to her. Now she herself had gone and sat next to him. And she had sat even more dangerously close. Their thighs rubbing against each other. Her bare arms rubbing against his.

I was watching this erotic play unfold in front of my eyes.

Finally, Meena spoke. “So those were the only photos that you took or you have even more”?

Vikas said nothing and just smiled.

“Tell me? Why are you keeping quiet”?

Vikas still kept quiet, just enigmatically smiling.

Meena turned towards him, caught hold of his neck with both her hands, and after enacting a mock show of trying to strangulate him, again asked, “do you have more photos, or those were the only ones”.

Vikas finally spoke. “What if I have more”

“Then show me, what are waiting for”

“What will I get, if I show you”?

“What is this? Are you a trader always looking for something in return”?

“But what I have got till now, anyhow? I showed you that peacock click of yours, and you agreed for a sex-selfie in return for my efforts and till now nothing”.

“Accha, show me those you have and take all you want on one go”

“What if the photos I show you now are even better than that nude pic with peacock”

“Shut up, it was not a nude photo.”

Meena who had still her hands on Vikas's neck made a gesture of tightening her grip more on his neck, of course while still ensuring that it was all mock strangulation.

“Nude not as in naked but nude art. What if I managed to better that?”

“What, then?”

“What will I get?”

“You mean you have already clicked me in a better pose than that”

“Yes!! “

Vikas was grinning….

My heart skipped a beat. That semi-nude Meena click with peacock was shot at such an angle that she looked completely nude from waist down. It was that pic which had made her agree for a sex-selfie! And now Vikas said he had something better than that. What more could he have clicked? And if he indeed had, what will my wife agree to do now in return? It was all mind boggling. As to what all had happened in that trip to Gurgaon.

“Let me see first and decide if it is better than that or not”

“But what if it is?”

“Then you get what you want”

“Soch lo…. whatever I want is for now only, not later”

“What does that mean?”

“Means, we will take the sex-selfie now as also what I want in return for the new pic. Now itself. No future date commitments from you"

“Someone is in a hurry...”

“Not hurry…. just living in the moment….”

So, this guy was pro. He also knew, as I now realized, the importance of taking the chance in the moment before it slips by.

“So?

“OK.... done.”

“You don’t want to hear what I want apart from sex-selfie if this pic is better?”

“No. If pic is indeed is better then you get it…”

And with that Meena finally released her hold and snatched his phone from his hand….

"Now show me, before I change my mind of giving you what you want"

Vikas was quick to take the opportunity.  He did not take the phone back. Instead, he leaned in on her, and unlocked the phone, All this whiile the phone was still in Meena's hands. Their bodies were frequently in touch as Vikas was entering the pattern code to unlock. Although I could not directly see since their backs were towards me, I am sure the way he was leaning in on her to unlock the phone using both his hands, while the phone was actually in Meena's hands, Meena's boobs must have been pressed on Vikas's hands. Yet, she did not seem to mind at all. 

After attempting to make a show of trying to unlock the phone a few times, Vikas finally managed to unlock it. And then went into gallery section and then pointed to a folder and told her it has just one pick….and asked her to check it out.

With that Vikas sat back and let her savor the moment.

Meena opened the pic, turned sideways in such a manner that the phone was in between her and Vikas and was held straight, so that both could see what was in the picture. She obviously sat in this pose so that Vikas could also see the picture along with her. But the unintended affect was that I also had a clear view. I saw the pic at exactly the same moment as she did. 

I did not see her immediate reaction but I knew mine. Vikas had won. In that moment I knew, he will get what he wanted.

After a moment Meena looked at Vikas and smiled. It was acknowledgement of the same thought. That Vikas had indeed won.

“Wow!!  That peacock one was art. But this a masterpiece”, she said completely mesmerized by what she saw. 

The picture had been taken inside the car itself. The car was stationary. The picture was from a top camera angle. Meena was bending down, strapping her sandals. The phone camera had been placed at such an angle that at the back, her completely exposed ass was visible. Again. Either Meena was wearing the jeans deliberately so low all through the journey or the angle was such, that just like the 'peacock' nude pic, in this one too not even a shred of clothe was visible waist down. But in this picture, there was something else visible as well. 

Because Meena was bending down, and the pic was from top angle, her flawless cleavage was visible too. Not the nipples, as they were covered in the bra, but almost everything else. He breasts size is almost 36” and the effect of almost full cleavage of such a size can be devastating. And here, not only her cleavage, but her fully rounded ass was visible too. I had never seen anyone clicked in this pose, ever. It could very well have been a professional shoot. And a model who would charge lakhs for such a pose. But no, this was my wife.

[Even today, after all that has happened, I many time go back to see that pic (I later secretly transferred that pic from her phone, which she obviously took from Vikaks', to mine) to see where it all started. The art of it. The apparent nonchalance of Meena. Her implicit consent to be clicked like that. Imagine being clicked from a camera place directly over you as you are bending down. All that is seen in the pic is you wearing a a flimsy top and nothing beneath (of course this was camera angle trick). On the back you perfectly shaped, glistening white ass. On the front, two big round globes. The hair neatly turned sideways as to allow unhindered view of the 36" size milky white breasts. It is my wife's own pic but the sheer art of this pic still makes me erect whenever I think of it. What makes it even more exhilarating is that when this pic was clicked, Meena had really not crossed any boundaries. She was till then still the devoted, monoandrist wife. There was obviously a hidden streak in her which was slowly expressing itself. It is that which  ade her do all the things that she did later. And get clicked in some of the poses that she did (some of which I intend to share, of course while protecting identity). But that pic is what started it all. ]

Anyways, back to the story. Vikas was visibly pleased with himself. He again leaned into Meena and zoomed in and out, at various portions of her exposed body, as Meena sat voiceless, completely in awe of what she was seeing. Finally, Vikas said,

“So, I get what I want?”

Meena was back as if from a trance and managed to ask “But what is it you want?”

“Sex selfie”

“yes, that I have agreed already. But what do you want for this”?

“First let’s do the sex selfie and then I will tell what I want for this”

“Ok. But what is a sex selfie. What does it even mean? You have mentioned it so many times but never explained what to do?”

"But you agreed without even knowing"...Vikas said in mock wonderment 

"Yes, it is just a selfie, so what is there not to agree. Now tell what to do before I change my mind on it too"

"Not just selfie. But sex-selfie. Big difference"

"OK boy ! sex selfie. SEX selfie (saying it slowly to emphasize the SEX word). Now tell me what to do or even that I should decide"

Vikas then explained what he meant by a sex selfie. Even for me this was a shock. I had never imagined that he would be this brazen the very first time he was in my house.

But I was more interested in Meena’s reactions. Would she agree? Or would she come out of her trance and throw him out? Even after witnessing all that I had seen, I could not still come to think that she will agree to do what he meant by sex selfie.

But then I saw Meena get up. She had a rather straight face. No smile. But no anger or frown either. She looked at him for a second. Then she looked at the wall clock. Of the appointed fresh 30 minutes I had given her, only 10 had elapsed. She still had 20 minutes left. She seemed to be debating. 

Vikas then said 'SEX selfie" mirroring her tone a few second ago. 

And then, her mind was made….

 

 

 

[cmtkullu]

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[cmtkullu]

Meena had not been in her panty throughout the day. All day. It had all started when I had deliberately soiled her panties in the morning. But so determined was she to go out with Vikas that she went panty-less. That chain of events had led to those pictures being clicked in a desolate road in Gurgaon. And the same chain had now led Meena to agree to appear in a sex-selfie with Vikas in her own home. Vikas, an almost 10 years younger guy than her. Whom she had met just a few weeks ago. 

Meena got up from the sofa and put her hands inside her top and started unclasping her bra. I was dumbfounded. Was she going to strip? Really? Or go topless? Before I had time to process what was happening, Meena managed to unhook her bra, while still wearing the top, and slowly bring it out from the sides of her right hand. She carefully placed the bra om the center table. Vikas was silently watching this sitting on the sofa.

Meena was now both panty less and bra less. She was only wearing a low-cut jean and a tight, short top.

Vikas whistled softly. 

“Remember, just a sex-selfie, nothing more. So, don’t try anything else.”

“Ok, mam”.

With these words spoken, Meena then purposefully, and slowly moved towards Vikas who was still plonked on the sofa. Suddenly I realized that something wet was sticking in my underwear. I looked down and was thunderstruck. I had a huge hard on. And the wetness in my underwear was the oozing of pre-cum. 

[What a moment it was. I, used to be proud of myself for having many simultaneous fuck-buddies (all married women) in many cities. And here I was hiding in my study and secretly watching, with a raging hard-on, my wife on the verge of crossing a line of no-return. Little did I know then that what I was witnessing in front of my own eyes would soon set in motion another chain of events which would make my record pale in comparison to what my wife would achieve. ]

Meena had by now reached the sofa. She looked into Vikas’s eyes and then placed her hands on his thighs, on hand on each. And in one stroke, she spread his thighs apart, almost in an exact replica of a scene when a woman’s legs are spread wide before she is penetrated. But the genders were reversed here. A woman was spreading the legs apart of a man.

Meena then turned around and said “Ready?”

“Ready”.

Till now whatever had happened between them could still be passed off as normal banter. But this was the moment it was going to get sexual and the pretense of normality could no longer be sustained.

“Hard?”

“Check it out yourself…”

And wham! 

Meena on hearing that, sat right on top of the crotch of Vikas. Which just before she did, I had managed to notice. Even within his jeans and underwear, his erection was clearly visible. And I could clearly make out that it was longer and bigger than me. I was not small (one of the reasons of my success with women). I was just a little shy of 7”. And yet, I could make out (even though it was underneath his clothes) that Vikas was both longer and thicker than me.

“Ooooh…..Oooh…..”

And then Meena bent forward as low as she could, while simultaneously grinding her ass in Vikas’s crotch. I could not see the expression in Vikas’s face, as his back was towards me, but he was clearly moaning softly. When Meena could not bend any lower without disengaging from Vikas’s crotch, she looked back. Their eyes met.

“Click.”

“Oh…yes”

And that selfie was done, from a side angle by Vikas, with his left hand raised on the sides and trying to click in one pose, Meena’s face, his own face and that fact that Meena was sitting on his crotch. And because she was bending down so low, she again looked like wearing nothing below her top.

Meena then got up. And pulled Vikas by his hand. She was clearly taking the lead and was master of the moment. She then went and placed her hands-on top of the center table. And then bent down as low as she could. 

“Come”. She beckoned Vikas.

“Check me out again….”

And Vikas then grabbed her by the waist and thrust his crotch in her inviting ass. He made a few grinding motions to further pull down the jeans to as low as possible so that from the top angle, she would again look nude from the waist below.

Meena instinctively knew she was now ready to be clicked and at exact moment she looked up. Vikas also looked up at the same time. It is then I realized why had she pulled out her bra. She was bending down on the center table. Which had a glass top. So, as she was bending down her entire cleavage was visible – not just directly but also in the reflection of the glass top.

Vikas expertly placed the camera on top of her in such a location that it captured everything on offer – her exotic face, his triumphant face, her exposed ass bending down in a doggy pose, and her entire cleave visible through the reflection.

“Done?”

“Ohhhh….Yes”

“But I am not done….you have been a good boy. Let me give you a bonus”

“Aaaahhhhh”….what bonusssss…….”

Meena was talking and simultaneously grinding her ass in his crotch.

“This bonus that you just got”

“Please continue”

“It was bonus. Don’t be greedy”

“Please”

But Meena pushed him a little and stood up, looked at him smiling and said, “No my promise is over. Deal was of sex-selfie. That is done”.

“But one thing is still left”

“I remember. For the second pic another selfie”

“ Noooooo…..don’t be a cheater. Not another selfie.”

“Then?”

“I will get what I want. And you had agreed. I asked you are you agreeing even without knowing what it is. You said Yes”

“Accha OK. When am I refusing? Bolo….”

“Remember, I get whatever I want”

“Ok, I have already agreed, anything but that accident that happened in Gurgaon”

“Yes”

“Then tell me what to do….and fast”

Vikas then beckoned her closer. She went near him. Vikas held her hand and pulled her closer. Their bodies not just touching but now interlocked.  

Vikas leaned over her and said something in her ear. Whispering.  I could not make out what he said. But what I observed was how close they were. Just a moment ago he was grinding her from the back. And now she was literally grinding him from the front. They were that close as Vikas had pulled her into him to whisper in her ear.

When Vikas finished, Meena looked at him. Then she started whispering in his ear. Since I could not make out what was being whispered. I focused on watching what their crotches were doing. Earlier only Vikas’s hands were on her waist. Now suddenly Meena also placed her hands on his waist. And she pulled him even closer. Even tighter. Already there was no space between them. How much closer could they get?

Meena had stopped whispering now. Vikas was now whispering into her ears. This back and forth whispering went on and on and on…. for about the next three four minutes. Earlier I could hear them only whispering in almost inaudible tone. Suddenly I heard sound of loud breathing too. I looked up and saw both their expressions. Although they were still whispering, but the expressions had changed. As if they were in a trance. The breathing was heavier and it is that sound I had heard.

The whispering continued. Alternatively. Once Vikas. Then Meena. Then again Vikas. Earlier they whispered longer. But the duration of the whispering was becoming shorter and shorter each time. And the pace of the grinding was becoming faster and faster with each shorter round of whispering.

Suddenly they stopped. Meena seemed surprised. Vikas looked intently in her eyes. As if asking for something. Meena held her gaze but did not relent. Vikas then pulled her even closer. She was now completely in his arms. Their lips were almost grazing against each other. Their breath falling on each other. All this while Vikas continued to stare in her eyes. She continued to hold her gaze. 

Vikas then took his one hand on top of her head and the other on the top of her jeans, half over the jeans and half over her bare skin and pulled her towards him one more time. Her bra-less breasts mashed into his chest. His lips just a few millimetres away from her. His hard, protruding dick planted firmly on top of her crotch. 

Vikas continued to hold the gaze and then ever so slowly started to push the jeans down and was now cupping almost half her exposed ass, skin to skin.

Whatever he was asking for (I presumed then, but knew the story later) she was still not relenting.

His hand pushed the jeans further down a bit. He whispered again….

She smiled. But held the gaze.

Vikas pretended to get angry. And then began to grind her again.

Meena smiled more. But continued to hold her gaze.

Vikas was not grinding frantically. Meena was matching his pace. Their bodies were moving in a rhythm all of a sudden.

And suddenly Meena froze. Her eyes suddenly fell on the wall clock…..My eyes followed her eyes….

24 minutes of the appointed 30 were done…..

Before Vikas could do anything else, Meena took his head in her hands, turned it around towards the clock and pointed at it…

Vikas saw the clock, realized what she meat and looked back at her, clearly disappointed….

He looked back at her…. “So early”

“But you got what you wanted. Now let’s straighten up”

“Kahaan? You did not agree to let me do once more what I accidentally did in Gurgaon”

“That I had told you no….”

She was smiling at him as she said this.

“Accha till when that will be a no. Only today or forever?”

“Who has seen forever. As an wise women have said, keep working hard, one day you may get your reward” !!

“Aaah…from now on I will live for that day only”….

“Don’t be melodramatic. Go and wash your face quickly. And sit down like a good boy”

"One last bonus before I go"

"What?" 

Vikas took out his phone and gave it to Meena

"Hold it"

"Why?

"Bonus...you will see"

"OK...fast"

Vikas then suddenly lifted her him in his arms holding her by her ass. 

Meena was shocked for a second but recovered. Her smile returned. And she realized what had happened, she put her hands around his neck to support her and crossed her legas around his waist.

"Now a selfie please, mam"

Meena obliged. 

"NO not from that pose. Take it from the side. left hand stretched out....so that what my hands are doing is visble"

Meena made a mock show of again strangulating him....all the while still in his arms, legs crossed around him. 

And then she took the selfie....both of them looking in the camera and smiling. Her breasts pressed into his chest, his hands on her bare ass....

Selfie done, he slowly brought her down.

"Now settle yourself quickly. Wash your face and sit down like a good boy"

Vikas complied and they soon they both arranged themselves.

I also realized it was time for me to return.

As I walked towards the park to pick my child, my mind could not get over one fact…

What was it about Gurgaon and that accidental incident? What had happened that Meena did not allow him to do it again? I mean she sat on his crotch for a selfie. She pulled out her bra in front of him. She hugged him from the front on in a carnal carnal pose and they both dry humped each other. He then picked her up, holding her by her ass. She willingly posed in that pose. 

If she was happily doing all this then what more could have happened in Gurgaon that she was unwilling to do it again, at least as of now?

I knew that I must immediately get my hands on that tape recorded that I had hidden in her purse before she had left in the morning. That might tell me more about that fateful few hours !

 

 

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The rest of the evening with Vikas passed off rather sedately. After my arrival, I acted normally and both Meena and Vikas also behaved normally. We discussed the house they had finalized, according to them after lot of ‘hard work’. It sounded reasonable to me and I gave my go ahead. The deal was done and we were ready to shift to our new house. 

I wanted to get the evening with Vikas to be done quickly. Because of two reasons. One, I knew no more action would be coming that day since I had arrived home. And second, I wanted to quickly lay my hands on the recorder that I had placed in Meena’s handbag.

After exchanging pleasantries, Vikas got up to leave. He offered to help with house shifting and also suggested that he could tie up with a friendly movers-and-packers who would be cheaper than market rates. I remembered  the last time he had made no such offer. Clearly he had additional interests now in wanting to linger along longer. I remained non-committal on his offer because I wanted to watch Meena’s reaction. She readily agreed. Her logic – since we were shifting so soon again, so if we could save some money on movers-and-packers then why not? She also asked Vikas to help her in other related things like fixing appliances, carpenters etc. to which also he agreed happily. With future opportunities sorted for them to continue meeting, Vikas left for the day.

“Finally. After long effort, it's done”, I started the conversation after he left.

"Yes it is. And all because of me. Say thank you to me”

“Not just because of you. Vikas also. You two make a good team”

“What do you mean?”. She expressed mock anger.

“Nothing. Just joking yaar”

“Haan haan….you bakwaas jokes……But now that you say it, that is why I asked him to stay along for a few more days and help out in the shifting also.”

“But what will he do which cannot be done without him, we managed last time also”

“Yes, but remember, you had to take three days leave to just to arrange the things once the mover and packers shift the things. They just unpack, but don’t arrange”

“So? We could have done this time also”

“You will again take leave? Your office would laugh at you if you take leave for shifting every few months”

“Oh !! So, this was done as consideration for me?

“Then what?”

“And not because that young Vikas can spend a few days more with you”

“Shut up. On the one hand I think of his good and he mocks me”

With that she pretended to be dismayed and went to the kitchen to fix the dinner. I noticed that she did not offer to rescind the proposal to have Vikas help her in shifting.

So, for three days, I would be in office, our kid would be in college and they would be alone in the house!!! It was a neat plan. I had to plan something to know what would happen in these three days. But wait, before that I had to listen to that tape…..

Aah ! the Tape…..

“I am going to bathroom…will take some time…will be in the tub”

“Ok….Dinner will be ready in an hour….”

I hurriedly went to the place where she had kept her bag, took out the recorder, went to the bathroom, started the tap, put on my earphones…and started listening….

{The total recording in the tape is of several hours….I am narrating just some selected portions. Time Jumps in conversations would be demarcated by a line… }

“The house is more or less sorted. Glad we don’t have to see other options and liked the first one itself.” Vikas was clearly happy…..

“Yes. Thank God. Else it was getting very boring”

“I thought you wanted to Ph.D. in house hunting”…

“Shut up. ….."

(sound of Meena playactingly hitting Vikas made out, but barely) 

“Accha, What now?” asked Meena

“We have the whole day, right? You have to go back in the evening. Why not head to Gurgaon drive now itself and come back in evening”

“OK…but let’s take the longer route”, said Meena….

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“Wow ! what a beautiful scene. Look. Never seen such a lovely peacock before”….

(So, this was the peacock moment, I thought and started listening more intently )

“Yes. Stunning. But be  careful. Watch it from the car itself. Don’t get out as the bushes outside may have insects”

(I remembered the photo I had just seen. Obviously he wanted to her to remain inside the car because of the view she was giving. She on the front passenger seat, turned sideways, away from Vikas and looking out through the opened front passenger side door. Bending down, with her back towards to Vikas who was on driver seat)

“You are darpok. There is such stunning beauty outside and you want to remain embedded inside”

“I am happy with the stunning beauty inside, sitting right next to me”

“Very funny. You remain here watching me, while I watch nature in all its glory”

(Sounds of Meena opening the door further and slowly getting out)

“You mean in exactly similar way I can also watch you in all your glory”

“You and you fake analogies….sudhar jao….”

(sound of laughter by both of them)

“Look…..such beautiful flowers…..amazing. Never seen them before in any flower shops..”

“Don’t move ahead….the bushes there are longer….”, Vikas again warned

“Uff, what a man you are! Such an inviting beauty and you would leave the chance to see it from up close”

(I noticed that Meena would willingly herself initiate risqué conversation each time. Vikas was smart enough to obviously take the hint)

“Don’t worry. I will not miss the chance in the beauty I am interested in. Will see it from not just up close but even feel inside her”

(Suddenly a loud sound of Meena is heard. Not of crying, but one of anxious fear and sudden danger. Sound of another door opening – probably Vikas’s side – and Vikas heard running towards her)

“Come fast…help….fast…. Oh God !.....Aaa….Aaa…fast…..”

“I am here, what happened?” Vikas had by now reached her…..

“An insect has entered inside”

“Where?”

“Inside my jeans at the back…..”

“What?!!! How?”

“What do you mean how? Must have dropped from that high bush branch”

“aah….aaah”

“Oh ! I had told you not to come out”

“You fool, you will only blame me or will also help? It is slowly crawling inside and making me uneasy”

“But how? Tell me what to do?”

“I cannot touch the insect and take it out. I get grossed out. Help me take it out”. Meena was by now sounding delirious with fear

“But…..But…….” Vikas was clearly dumfounded at the unexpected turn of events and was searching for a response  

“What but?”

“But….I will have to insert my hand inside to take that out….”

“So, do it. Do you need a written invitation?”

[cmtkullu]

(From here on, I pieced the sequence of events as they would have happened through multiple methods, which will reveal themselves later in the story. What is narrated below is what happened as I reconstructed the sequence. The story takes the form of a third person narration rather than first person dialogues and conversations)

As Meena, asked Vikas to insert his hand inside her jeans, from the back, Vikas initially hesitated but then looking at her agony, he inserted his hand. Vikas had not seen what insect had fallen inside. So, he was apprehensive on that score as well. What if the insect was large or even poisonous?

Meena was not wearing a panty. The insect fell when she was bending forward. But as it fell, she stood up with a jerk. Once inside, and no panty to hinder its path, the insect fell deeper, right down to the stitch in the jeans just below the crotch. And then began slowly crawling.

Vikas’s hands reached as low as possible. As his hands brazed the insect, he realized it was not a big insect but not very small either. And he also instinctively guessed it was a common insect found on flowers, more like larva, and would not be poisonous. If he wanted he could have pulled out the insect from the back only.

But just a while back Meena had used a double entendre of not missing a chance. It was fresh in his mind. So Vikas told Meena that he wanted to insert his hand from the front also so that he could block the insect from escaping or crawling through that side, and then catch hold of it from the back and take it out. And asked her permission to insert his hand inside her jeans from the front.

Vikas also knew by now that Meena was without a panty. Meena obviously knew. But the insect situation was urgent. Without much thinking Meena gave her yes. In fact, she commanded him to do fast and whatever was needed to get it done.

With the go ahead, Vikas positioned himself on her side, and inserted his right hand inside her panty-less jeans. His left hand was already inside her back side, on her bare ass. AS his hands went inside from the front, he realized that she was completely shaven from the front.

His fingers were now over her cunt. He pushed further down. He grazed the insect from the front, which perhaps surprised pushed back.

Vikas caught it from the back and pulled it out in one quick action and thew it away.

 

Meena was ecstatic . 

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(the story now resumes in the format of conversations and dialogues as they happened)

“Thank you Thank you…..Thank you…..Thank you….You save my life….”

Meena was so relieved that she did not realize, or perhaps did but did not care, that Vikas’s other hand, the right hand, was still inside her jeans, sitting right on top of her vagina, with his fingers grazing by her pussy opening….

Meena turned to hug Vikas in a gesture of thanks for helping her out….

As she turned to hug him, Vikas’s middle finger also moved due to the motion and was now perpendicularly opposite her pussy opening…

As she moved closer to hug him, the finger was inside her, first only slightly but then fully….

“Aah…..”

There was an awkward silence….neither of them spoke….She looked straight into Vikas’s eyes in a state of shock….he matched her gaze. However, he did not take the finger out but waited for her to say something….seconds passed by…..they waited….but neither spoke…..neither did Vikas take out his finger….

Thinking there was no resistance, Vikas started to slowly twirl his finger…  That made Meena moan a little louder this time…

“Aaaaah….” 

Vikas had inserted a little deeper….This finally broke her trance

“What are doing?...Aah….Aah….Take it out….”

“But I already took it out and threw it away….did you not see”

“Not the insect…..Aah….But your finger…”

“My finger. From where?”

“Don’t try to act smart. Take it out….Now….I am serious…else I will shout”

“Oh ! I am sorry…..I am sorry….sorry….by mistake it happened…..not my intention at all….sorry….please…sorry…”

Vikas quickly pulled his hand out….

“I did not expect this from you. That you will take advantage of the situation like this”, there was anger in her voice.

“Sorry, sorry….please I said sorry so many times…..it was totally accidental as you tuned to hug me….I swear….Please….”

With that Vikas disengaged from her hug and want down on his knees and started pleading….

“OK, get up.” He voice was still rude…

“First say you forgive me, else I will not get up”

“And if I don’t forgive, then?”…her voice was still harsh

“Then I will stay like this till the end of my life and if need be die here ”

Meena finally seemed to relent a bit. That poor joke seemed to lighten her up a bit…

“Again melodrama. First molest me and then this drama”

“Please….I did not molest you….please….it was an accident…..please…”

“But if it was an accident then why did you not take it immediately out and had to wait for me to shout?”

“I did not realize what had happened. You are so smooth down there, no hairs at all, so I did not notice when my finger moved and inserted itself inside yours….”

(He was brave enough to be still talking in sexual innuendo even while seeking forgiveness)

“Very convenient. Is this how you finger other women also”

“Please….I said sorry….and no, I don’t finger other woman”

“Then you must be using other seducing techniques….like taking photos from their back as they are bending and their ass is exposed”

(By now her tone had clearly softened and she was slightly laughing as she said the last line)

“What is this? I was taking those photos with your consent. Right?”

“Right. But you fingered me without seeking my consent.”

“It was an accident, I already said sorry”

“Remember that. You fingered me accidentally and not by seeking consent”

“I will remember”

“Ok now get up you molester”

“You forgive me? Else I will not”

“Ok, OK….forgiven”. Meena was by now back to her previous jovial mood

Vikas heaved a sigh of relief and made an exaggerated gesture of saying thank you….

Meena fixed her dress, Vikas was also by now up on his feet and their conversation resumed like before...

“By the way have you seen the film ‘Six Days Seven Nights’ starring Harrison Ford and Anne Heche?”

“No why? What is in it?” Vikas sounded puzzled

“In that film a similar scene happens. Anne enters the sea and an insect enters her ultra-shorts and Ford takes it out”

“Oh wow !! So, I am Ford and you are Anne….we are in great company”

“Hee hee…..your imaginations are always bakwas”

“But you yourself said Ford did just like I did…..”

“Not like you did…Ford was a gentleman ….he did not utilize the opportunity to molest Anne”

“Again !!……”

“Acchha OK…”

“So what happened next…he was inside her pants and nothing happened….common this cannot be true in a Hollywood film”

“Hee hee……of course something happened you fool”

“What?”

“They both initially had different lovers and were committed…..but one thing led to the other post Ford inside Anne’s pants, as you said….and finally...............”

“And finally?”

“And finally, what? What else…..Sex happened….It took some time and some doing but it happened”

“Ooh……am I on that glorious path…..oohhh”, Vikas made a high-five sounding gesture with an imaginary friend ....

“Shut up….don’t over-imagine else I will withdraw my forgiveness….”

“Ok OK….”

“Now get back to the car and you can continue your photography of my exposed back without overactive imagination….”

"yes, for that I have the consent already"

(They both laughed and got back in the car…)

“Tell me one thing?” Vikas asked as they closed the car doors

“What?”

“Why do you like this film so much? Because of the thrill of sex and wild nature of it on the beach”

“I like the film, sure. But not for the sex yaar. That every film has. …..if I have to just like a film for sex, I will rather have Basic Instinct and its raw and bold scenes, which by the way is also my favorite”

"Oh ! So, why do you like Basic Instinct only and not other similar bold films?"

"Because Sharon Stone is such a powerful woman character...she is unemotional about sex. She has sex just for pleasure.....and also of course the way it is filmed...."

"You mean that leg crossing scene where she is smooth and panty-less"

"Don't over-imagine again...."

"Sorry....could not resist" 

"He he.....yes that leg crossing scene too....but I like that scene more when Douglas and Stone have the sex first time..."

"Why?"

"Have you seen the uncut version? Not the Indian version but actual uncut version..."

"NO....."

"Dekho and you will get it....."

"Ok ajj hi dekhta hoon and will then tell you....."

"Ha ha.....tum bhi na"

“But tell me, if not sex, what else is the reason for liking the Ford-Anne film.."

“This film, Sex Dyas Seven Nights,…. To me it has the among the best and most natural process of seduction between two people who are not lovers….”

“Oh….so, seduction is more important to you…”

“Yes of course. Without seduction, sex is just mechanical. It is seduction which makes it erotic and ethereal and something that you crave over and over again”

“Ok mam…lesson learned….Your student will from now on behave accordingly”

“You better…”

“And if I am a good student, what do I get?”

“Good students get what they want. But only after a lot of hard work….”

(They both laughed.....and the sound of car starting and accelerating away)

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I had masturbated twice listening to these conversations. And I was getting hard a third time….

Wow !! I was stunned beyond measure…..even in my wildest dreams I could not have imagined this would have happened….I recounted the unbelievable things that I just heard….

·     Meena had been fingered in broad day light on an open road

·     Instead of filing complaint, she had forgiven her molester and become friendly

·     After the topic ended, it was Meena who had brought the topic of the erotic film

·     It was Meena who told Vikas that eventually sex happened between the characters similarly placed as her and Vikas. It took some time and some doing but it happened (she was talking about the film, but in light of events, the hint was clear)

·     It was Meena who told Vikas that she likes seduction first as it makes sex more enjoyable

·     Finally, it was Meena who said that if Vikas is good student (in seduction game), he can get what he wants……

And now it was Meena who had arranged three days of day time stay in our own house, alone with Vikas …..

What was she planning? What did she have in mind…? I was already going mad with the possibilities…..
 

[cmtkullu]

Thank you for you comments. I think it may be wise for the readers to read the title of the story once more "How my wife finally got seduced".  :shy:

I chose that title wisely because of the taped conversation that I had had heard, narrated above. Seduction was more important to Meena than just plain mechanical sex. 

As the story unfolds, you all will see that it is this desire of being seduced that drives all the decisions she makes. 

I thought I will just leave this thought here without revealing what happens next.......:)

[cmtkullu]

The story will return this week.