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My name is Ibrahim (35) and Shazia (31) is my second wife. My first wife was Muskaan with whom I got divorced within the first year of marriage because of family issues. Since then, for almost 8 years I did not choose to marry again.  I worked in a call center in Bangalore.  I only had affairs with and without sex but never went forward with marriage with anyone. After my father died, my mother started living with me in Bangalore.  She started to insist that I marry again and started showing me some girls through relatives and friends.  At first, I used to avoid that topic, but later I began showing some interest seeing my aged mother working at home all alone and having no company. I was still not liking the proposals that came to me and things got postponed. One day, my mother brought up the topic of Shazia. Shazia was my childhood friend. She was the daughter of my dad’s close friend. She was very beautiful girl and I always had an attraction towards her. When she was joining college, her family shifted to Hyderabad. I never was able to contact her thereafter. After several years, I was now remembering her as mother started talking about her.
 
It seems that Shazia was also divorced now. She has 2 children, Iqbal and Ishaan. Iqbal was 5 years old at that time and Ishaan was 3 years old. My mother was told that Shazia’s first marriage broke because of her husband not being financially stable and taking loans but not able to manage it. This was putting stress on Shazia and her family. Finally, she divorced him to get out of the situation. Mother told me that they were looking for someone to marry her the second time. She asked me if I was interested. I told her that I will think about it and let’s see. That night, I had lots of thoughts about Shazia. I kept thinking about how attractive and beautiful she was back then. Her family was quite modern and she always used to dress very fashionably. I wondered if she would be the same. Even if not to marry, I was eager to get in touch with her and know more about her. The next day, I told my mother to find out more about her.
 
When I returned from work on Friday, my mother told me that she spoke to Shazia’s mother. Shazia was working in a BPO company in Hyderabad and doing well. She gave me Shazia’s contact number to get in touch with her. The next day morning, I texted Shazia and introduced myself on Whatsapp. She was offline. I had my breakfast and got into my daily routine. After lunch, I checked my mobile and saw lot of messages. They were from Shazia. I opened Whatsapp to quickly read them. Shazia seemed excited to hear from me. I know she added my number to her contact list because I could now see her DP. I opened the photo on her DP. She still looked very beautiful. I again felt very attracted to her at that very moment.


 
I replied back to her but the messages showed single tick. Later that night, after dinner, Shazia was also online. I asked her if she was free and if we can call. She herself called me and we both began talking recalling about our childhood days. Then, I inquired about her previous marriage. She said it was a love marriage. Her ex-husband’s name was Irfan. According to Shazia, she met him in her office and they both started to have an affair. She married him against her family’s wishes and warnings. He was of a poorer status compared to Shazia’s family. She said that the first few months of marriage was fine and it was all enjoyable. Later, his parents were involving much into their life. They were very orthodox family and applying restrictions on her. They were compelling her to wear burqa all the time. She found it very different from how it was in her family. She said that she and Irfan moved out of their house after Iqbal was born.  The established themselves in a different locality within Hyderabad and visited both their families during weekends. Problems started again when her husband began to take loans and spend more on going to trips with friends and attending parties. He also began to buy costly things for home on EMI. Since they both worked at the same company, he also knew her salary details and started taking loans on her name. It seems that Shazia was warning him against it, but he would not listen.
 
Bad luck struck when her ex-husband lost his job. It seems she tried speaking to the managers for his sake, but they would not agree to take him because he showed arrogance and fought with them. They began surviving on her income alone. The EMI’s and loans were now turning out to be a burden on them. She felt that Irfan was overconfident on himself and still did not care. He initially began searching for a job but later stopped. He started thinking about doing his own business. He wanted to start a leather business. Shazia said that he took money from his friend and started a shop in a very prominent place. For the first few days, he was honestly working. Later, he became careless and did not show interest in the shop. He began to stay at home or close the shop early to go meet his friends. This way, the entire burden was on Shazia to manage her home, her kids, as well as trying to pay her loans. Shazia began crying as she revealed all this to me. It seems that people used to come home looking for her husband, and he used to hide inside and ask her to face them. She used to feel very ashamed of all things. Finally, she took her 2 kids and left home returning to her parents. It seems her ex-husband turned violent on her and demanded her to come back threatening her for divorce. She did not want to go back to him and the marriage soon ended up in divorce. Shazia wept for a while and blamed herself for her choice and regretted. I tried to console her. After she recovered, she said sorry to me for her distress and inquired about my life. I disclosed to her about my short marital life and how I was avoiding marriage. She started advising me that I get married again. I replied to her that I am actually thinking of marrying her. She was silent for some time and said, “no, it will not work out, I have 2 children with me and I want to think about them.” I tried convincing her that I was ready to accept her children too. She asked for some time.

At that time, I believed that was all that happened with her. I never thought there could be anything more to what she revealed. Little did I know that Shazia was exploited and fucked   by all those people who gave loan to her ex-husband, Irfan.



(to be continued)...

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Days passed and Shazia finally agreed. We decided to have a registered marriage and a small function thereafter with just our nearest family members. Shazia applied for transfer in her company to move to Bangalore. Her parents agreed to take care of her children for some time so that their collegeing is not affected. I also felt that was okay because I will be less burdened that way. Shazia planned to visit her parents and children in Hyderabad once a month until we stabilize. During my conversations with her, Shazia used to avoid any sexual topics. I ignored it thinking that it may be because we are still not married and she was feeling shy talking about it. Finally, we married. During our first night together, Shazia did not agree to have sex that night. She said she was not comfortable and wanted some time. Since she recently was divorced, I thought that his thoughts were blocking her. It was difficult for me because I was desperate for sex since a long time, but I agreed to wait.

Shazia started living with me and my mother in Hebbal, Bangalore. For the first few days, she was on leave. Everything went as expected. She was caring for my mother and handling the house responsibilities. After I used to return from work, we used to go out for movies and shopping. She started liking these moments with me. Our closeness gradually increased from hugging to kissing and then to more and more intimacy.

On one such Friday evening, when I returned home, I saw Shazia dressed in a beautiful blue saree ready to go out with me. The saree was quite transparent and she had worn it very beautifully. She was smiling and had a different glow altogether that day.







I stood speechless. She caught me staring at her beauty. She smiled asking, “what? Are we not going out today?” I replied, “yeah, definitely… let me freshen up…”  We booked an auto to Kammanahalli Main Road. We spent the whole evening walking through the streets. Shazia was checking out some clothes and earrings as we walked. We ate street food. While spending time with her, I was also noticing men’s eyes taking closer look at my wife. I could see their observation carried some lust. I caught some eyes taking a look at her ass as they walked by, and others look at her boobs area. However, I noticed most eyes taking glances of my wife’s hip, obviously because her navel was on display through the transparent saree.



I did not take it seriously and I felt was a natural, usual thing for beautiful women to be noticed when outside. Even I have taken interest in watching some women at times. While I felt somewhat proud being around this beautiful lady, I also felt the sexual desire for my wife grow within me.

We had our dinner in a restaurant there. Shazia was complaining that her stomach felt bloated after eating so much.  It was around 9:00 PM when we paid off and we came out. I tried booking for an Ola auto but I could not find any accepting the booking. The area was very crowded with people all around and some sellers occupying the footpath. While I continued trying to book an Ola auto, I noticed almost all who were passing by in front of us taking a glance at us. I ignored it at that time. I saw an empty auto passing and I quickly shouted him to stop. The auto was driving fast and he stopped much ahead of where we stood and looked back at me. I then asked her to wait at the restaurant entrance on the footpath telling her that I will first check and then call her. The moment I said “Hebbal” to the auto driver, he just turned away and drove. I turned to walk back and I my jaw fell open when I looked at Shazia. I now knew why people were looking at us. Shazia’s saree pallu had shifted to the side completely exposing her fair belly and navel to the public.



The bright lights outside the restaurant made the view more clear for all to see.



There was a pan shop just in front of the restaurant with lots of men standing there and smoking. I noticed them all stealing glances at my wife and giggling.




I thought Shazia may be unaware of it and I thought of going quickly and letting her know. Just then, I noticed another empty auto. I stopped him and asked if he is willing to come towards Hebbal. He asked to give 20 rupees extra of the meter charge. I tried bargaining and looked at my wife. Shazia was busy looking around and enjoying the night view. She did not even look at me.  Her navel was still getting feasted by men who were standing and moving around that place.





I thought it is not best to wait any further bargaining and agreed to the auto driver’s price. I waved my hand at Shazia and she now noticed me calling her. Shazia now had to cross in front of that pan shop to reach me. While walking past that shop, I noticed my wife suddenly look to her left at those men for some reason. Shazia put her head down immediately and I saw her somewhat blush and bite her lower lip. I assumed they passed some comment. As she walked slow and sexily, I saw her trying to trace the edge of her saree pallu with the fingers of her right hand.



She then caught her saree pallu and covered her belly. She got into the auto first and I sat next. Just as the auto started, I looked back and saw that few men in front of the pan shop were giggling and looking at my direction. Although I clearly knew what happened, I did not feel like talking about it and making her feel bad. I thought of just letting it go since it could have been an accidental exposure. I was also turned on with my wife’s sexiness.

We reached home. Mom usually locks the home and sleeps off before we return. We enter our home using my own key. Once we entered the bedroom, I pulled my wife close to me and hugged her tightly. I began kissing her neck and shoulders first. We then looked at each other and Shazia smiled. I kissed her smiling lips and she responded kissing me back. My hands involuntarily moved down to feel her bare hips. Her skin felt hot as I moved my palms on both sides of her hips and grabbed her firmly. We gradually moved closer to bed. I sat on the side of bed with Shazia standing in front of me between my legs. I caught her hips and pulled her closer to my face. Shazia started to moan and say “hey…”. I moved my right hand from her hips towards her back and placed it on her ass. With my left hand, I pulled off her saree pallu to the side. Shazia giggled and laughed with her hands behind me around my neck.  Shazia’s fair belly was right in front of my face. I admired the shape and her round deep navel.



I began kissing her belly all over. I licked her navel with my tongue. Shazia continued to giggle and say, “hey…stop..am feeling somewhat..” With both my hands behind her, I gently squeezed her buttocks as I continued enjoying her belly and navel. I began to inch downward to her pussy. I brought my right hand forward and started pulling down her saree as much as possible to reveal more of her soft flesh below her navel.

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Shazia moved her hands from behind my neck and placed it on my shoulder and applied slight pressure pushing me away gently. She bent down in front of me and kissed my lips. While she bent forwards, her ass moved backwards and so I began moving my hands up her body. Her blouse-covered boobs were hanging in front of me. While we kissed, I could see her deep cleavage line between her breasts. With no more control on myself, I cupped my wife’s left breast with my right hand and squeezed it. Her flesh felt so soft. Still kissing, I started to unpin her blouse from front. As soon as the blouse opened, my wife’s white bra became visible fully.  Without wasting much time, I pushed my hands into the sides of her blouse to reach her back. I searched for her bra strap and unclasped her bra. I now brought my right hand front and immediately pushed it inside her bra from below and grabbed her right breast directly. I could feel her nipple poking my palm while I pressed her boob. Shazia stopped kissing me, but hugged me placing her face over my left shoulder. With her left hand, she caught my right hand and tried pulling it out. I continued to squeeze her breast more forcibly and kissed her neck, earlobes, and shoulder.

In a turning fashion, I slowly made her sit beside me and made her lie down. I climbed on top of my wife. I caught her hands and spread both her arms to either side. I crashed on top of her now and began kissing her face, lips, cheeks, ears, neck, chest, and shoulders. In the silent bedroom, all I could now hear was Shazia moaning, “aaah…ahh..hmm…”. I now brought myself up a little and saw her face. She had her eyes closed and was biting her lips. I was now confident that Shazia was ready and will not resist. I freed her hands and caught her blouse and bra and pulled them off her arms. For the first time, I saw my wife topless. Her fleshy boobs were open in front of me. Her boobs were fair, large, and round. Her nipples were like two tiny dark brown buds with a small black border around it on her breast skin. Using both my hands I cupped her breasts and lowered myself. I kissed all over her boobs and began sucking on both her nipples one after the other. I felt Shazia’s hands on my chest trying to push me with some gentle force but not strong enough to actually push me off.

After enjoying Shazia’s boobs for some time, I sat up and started to undress myself. Shazia noticed me undressing and she sat up and untied her saree skirt and pulled it off. Shazia now turned and positioned herself in the usual sleeping direction on bed. While I still undressed, I saw that she was in her white panty. With my eyes, I gestured her that it needs to be removed. She smiled shyly saying no. I quickly undressed myself and climbed on top of my wife. Our naked bodies now felt each other as we hugged tightly and kissed. While continuing to kiss, I caught her backside of neck using my left hand and I pushed my right hand below into her panty to reach her pussy. My wife’s hands were trying to stop my moves in vain. She kept her legs close enough to stop my hands from going any further. I pushed my right hand harder into the gap between her legs and quickly felt a wet spot. I rubbed my wife’s pussy with my fingers and I could feel her wetness increasing as I did that. We continued this way for some time. I then moved and lay beside her. I started pulling off her panty. Although I heard Shazia say no, she had lifted both her legs up to let me pull her panty off easily. With my left hand still behind her neck, I pulled her face closer to my side and kissed her. With my right hand, I caught her right hand and brought it to my cock. With no more instructions or guidance, I felt her soft right hand holding my cock at its full length. While we kissed, I could feel her right hand silently play with my cock. She either caught my dick more tight at times or gave gentle strokes or her fingers moved quickly over my dick as though she was imaging it in her mind. All this while, I kept moving my right hand in the inner side of her right thigh. I then moved my hand to her pussy and directly inserted my middle finger. Shazia’s hips lifted up in a reflex immediately and dropped back to bed. She could only moan as her lips were locked in kiss with my lips. I began fingering her and her body began to move in desperate way.

When I broke the kiss, I again put my leg around and climbed over my wife’s naked body. I rubbed myself on her and kissed her neck and face all over. Her right hand was still on my cock and I felt her left hand run through my back. Shazia suddenly folded her legs up and spread wider. I felt her directing my cock into her pussy hole. I felt a wet feeling in the tip of my cock. I slowly pushed my hips a little forward and I sensed my cock slowly moving into my wife’s pussy hole. I heard my wife moan, “haaaannhhh” as she held me tight now with both her hands on my back and her legs around me. I went as deep as possible into Shazia’s hole and remained in that position for few seconds. I then pulled back until I felt her pussy only in the tip of my penis. I thrust my penis again deep into my wife’s wet vagina. Shazia moaned again, but her moan was more softer now. I then started fucking my wife. I kept kissing and sucking her boobs while I fucked her for the next few minutes. I was struggling to get an orgasm. Although I was enjoying it, something was missing. Some emptiness in my thoughts. While I continued fucking my wife, my mind suddenly went to think about our evening together. I remembered those men watching specific parts of her body with lust. I remembered my wife exposing her navel out in public to those men in the pan shop. I imagined what dirty thoughts they may have had in them. I wondered what all they could have seen of my wife. I felt they may have seen my wife naked within their minds.  I wondered what comment they may have passed at my wife that she blushed. Then, all of a sudden… the moment I thought those men in pan shop may have wanted to fuck my wife by putting their dicks into this same pussy that I was now fucking, I just burst into an orgasm and fell on top of my wife breathing hard. My wife was also breathing hard and kissed me. She appeared satisfied with the pumping she had. We lay like that for some time and then Shazia moved me away to the side saying she wants to wash herself. I admired my wife’s back as she walked to the bathroom naked.



I lay on bed thinking to myself – Finally, I fucked the cunt of my childhood beauty who I always desired. I did not know at that time that this same hole of my wife’s vagina was fucked by many dicks in exchange of money. I also never thought that my wife will allow any other man after me to put his penis inside her pussy and fuck her. Shazia returned from bathroom and switched off the light now. She climbed on bed and lay beside me. We once again kissed and said good night to each other and slept hugging each other.

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Over the next 2 weeks, there was this sudden spike in my sexual life. Shazia and me had regular sex at night. Sometimes, we stayed at home and sometimes, we went out after I returned from work. Something that I noticed during this time is that Shazia usually took selfies of her whenever she is dressing up. When asked, she laughed saying that it is her habit and she finds better checking herself in the photos than in the mirror. I found her answer convincing. At times, when she dressed up well, I used to ask her to send those photos to me and she did. Sometimes, she gave me her mobile and asked me to take the photos. Once when we had finished having sex and were talking casually, she asked if I was okay with her not wearing burqa. She continued saying she feels better that way, but she wanted my agreement on it. Remembering her story of her previous marriage, I wanted her to feel a difference. So, I said to her that I was fine with anything that she is comfortable with. Shazia kissed me thankfully as if she was hoping to get that answer.

Then, it was time for Shazia to resume her work from Monday after her one month leave. Her office was in Electronic City and Shazia was ready to travel. For her first day at work, Shazia had worn a red saree with black designs. She clicked some pics and made sure she looked beautiful since it was her first day and people will notice her. She saw me watching her and asked if she looked good. Even though I said, yes, she handed over her phone to me and posed while I clicked her photos.











Shazia has to reach the office at 9 AM, so she left home early at around 7 AM. Before leaving, she met my mother and said goodbye to her. I walked with her to the bus stand and gave her the directions. I asked her to call me if she faced any difficulties or for any help.  Once her bus left, I returned home, got ready myself and left to my office in Manyata. During the day, Shazia kept texting me and updating me of all her activities. She also sent me her photos in office.

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Shazia called me when she left her office at 5 pm. When she reached home, it was around 7:30 pm, Shazia was all drained up. She spoke in a low tone that everything was fine, except the long travel in crowded buses. She now realized that traveling in Bangalore for such distance was not easy. She had dinner and slept soon that night. While having dinner, she asked if it will be better if we shift to a place that is easy for both of us or she can shift to a PG for the working days. I agreed to think about it. The rest of the week continued with the same busy routine. That Friday night, Shazia went to Hyderabad to meet her family and spend time with her children over the weekend. While in Hyderabad, Shazia made video calls together with her parents and her children. She returned to Bangalore on Monday morning and headed to her office immediately after bath. Another week passed with little intimacy between us. Although I was desperately wanting to have sex, I never could do it seeing her anxious and stressed with her tiresome routine. One evening, she said that she is finding travel too difficult and is sometimes reaching office late. She had visited a PG where her colleague Rita stays. She said that she will share a room with Rita from Monday until we find another house. During weekends, she said she will be here with me and mother and will go to Hyderabad one weekend in a month.  I did not find a reason to say no to her when she had already planned and fixed it to be that way. Besides, I could see her struggling during the weekdays and we hardly had any interaction during her working days.

On Saturday morning that weekend, Shazia extended her sleep through the morning. When she woke up in the afternoon, she appeared to be more active and energized. We had lunch and we decided to go out to break the routine. Shazia wore a green salwar. We went for a movie that afternoon. After the movie, we took an auto to Lumbini Garden which is near to our home. We spent time in the Lumbini Garden.











We did some boating and had fun clicking photos and videos. We sat hugging and spent a romantic time with each other.

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I saw my wife very happy that evening when we returned home. After dinner, I sat watching TV. After cleaning up the kitchen, Shazia came and sat beside me on sofa. Mom was in her room getting ready for sleep. Shazia and me were talking about our day and we felt close enough that we began kissing each other. I switched off the TV and we quickly went to our bedroom giggling and excited. Shazia stripped her clothes off and lay down on bed wearing only her panty. She looked at me undressing myself as she eagerly waited for me to fuck her.



I lay on top of her and started kissing all over her chest and exposed breasts. Shazia began to moan and I felt her hands moving on my back. I held each of her boobs and squeezed them. I licked her nipples and sucked them. After some time, I slowly moved my hands on the side of her body down to her hips. I caught the waistband of her panty and pushed it lower to her thigh. I rubbed and fingered my wife’s pussy with my right hand, while continuing to hold her boobs using my left hand. I continued to kiss and suck her nipples simultaneously. Shazia caught my penis with her right hand and was stroking it. I could feel my wife’s movements and I understood that she was equally desperate for sex.

To try something new, I lifted myself and sat over her chest with my penis between her breasts. I saw Shazia looking at it. I caught both her breasts and moved my hips making my penis to pass between her breasts. Shazia kept looking at my penis emerging and disappearing between her boobs. After some time, I released her boobs and moved upward and placed my penis in front of my wife’s mouth. Knowing what I was expecting, she started to say no and turn her face to the sides to avoid my penis in her mouth. While doing that, she was actually giggling and laughing playfully. I understood that she was just trying to play with me and I kept saying please. Finally, she saw me straight and licked my complete penis with her tongue. She then caught my penis with her hand and stroked and kissed it gently. She made her lips pout as a hole and pushed my penis into it. She watched me enjoy as she did that. She pulled it out and again inserted it into her mouth. She then started doing it continuously and faster. While doing it, I could also feel a kind of suction that she was creating in my penis. I thought to myself that she was an expert in giving blowjob. I now held my penis and fed it into her mouth.



Just before I could cum, I stopped her and pulled myself out. I quickly lay on top of her. I inserted my penis into my wife’s hole and started fucking her. After fucking for some time, I was feeling like trying something new again. I pulled out from her and stood up quickly beside the bed. I smiled at my wife and caught her legs. She asked what while I caught her legs and pulled her to the edge of bed. Without saying anything to her, I caught her hips and tried turning her around to get her into a kneeling position. Shazia immediately started to distance from me. She kept saying no. I knew she was just being playful. I kept saying please and forced her to get on all fours. Although she applied resistance, I was able to get her hips and knees into doggie position with her legs separated. Her ass was lifted up and I could see her pussy mound show underneath her ass crack. I put my left hand around my wife’s belly and hip from below. I kept her in the same position ignoring what she said. I caught my penis and inserted into her pussy. I could now hear Shazia not moaning but somewhat crying now. Without thinking much, I continued to fuck her in the doggie position. The feeling of fucking my wife in that position was great.



While I was enjoying it, I heard Shazia’s cry get louder and she suddenly turned and pushed me away hard. She did it with such force that I lost my balance and fell crashing against the wall behind me. She immediately sat contracted in a crying position on bed with her legs folded and her head on her knee. I saw her moving away and continuously crying. 

I got very angry on Shazia for having pushed me like that. I stood up and started to argue with her. I could not shout loud as it can wake up my mom. In a low tone, I was shouting at her, “what’s wrong with you? Are you crazy? What wrong did I do to you?” Shazia lifted her head and said, “please understand… I don’t like that... I can’t…” Even before she said anything more, I slapped her hard. I kept scolding her beating her for what she did. I had lost the mood of fucking now and I started to dress up. While dressing I continued to scold her saying, “if you had so much of hatred and if you disliked me so much, why did you even marry me...” Shazia only kept crying and saying, “…please understand me… I have some problems …” I ignored it and climbed on bed. I pushed her away in anger similarly saying, “get lost” and lay down on one side of bed, turning away from where she was. I ignored her weeping and tried to sleep. I could hear Shazia still crying while she got up and dressed up herself. She lay down beside me and kept weeping through most of the night.
When I woke up the next day (Sunday), Shazia was not on bed. I refreshed myself and went to the living room. I saw mom and Shazia were in kitchen. After some time, Shazia came to me with a cup of tea in her hand. Neither of us talked anything. I just took the cup of tea from her hand and looked elsewhere avoiding her in anger.

After we had lunch, Shazia was in bedroom all throughout while I was in living room watching TV. Mom was in her room taking her afternoon nap. When I went to bathroom, I noticed Shazia was packing her suitcase. I recalled that she was planning to shift to PG with her friend this Sunday evening. At around 3 pm, Shazia came and sat beside me on sofa. She started the conversation saying, “listen…. Am really sorry okay… I didn’t mean to hurt you…”  While she was talking, I frowned at her in anger saying, “mom is there in her room… don’t make a scene now… just get lost.” She said, “am leaving …” I replied, “good… get lost…” Shazia had tears in her eyes and said, “I never thought you will hate me so much so soon… am saying sorry na…” In a retaliation, I said, “I never thought you hated me so much that you can push me off like that… Never again expect me to have sex with you… I just cannot love you…” Shazia began to weep and said in a crying tone, “I never said that I hate you and I did not push you because I hate you… It’s just that…” She paused a while, sighed, and then continued… ” You know that I went through a bad past and I want you to understand my situation…” I argued saying, “as if I did not have a bad past. Shall I also react according to that...” “No…but ….” She sat speechless.

Our arguments continued like that for some time until I told her, “you are getting late…” Shazia booked an auto to that PG. She wrote down the address and phone number of the PG in a paper and gave it to me. When the auto came, she wiped her tears and said, “please take care okay… and remember that I don’t hate you…” Saying that, she went to mom’s room wiping her tears and pretending a smile. Mom came out with her. Both Shazia and me acted normal in front of mom. I helped her with the suitcase and we said bye to each other. Mom kept saying, “why she had to go so far, let her stay with us, “ and such things. I heard it for a while and said to mom, “it’s okay for now… let’s see… will work out something later…” Saying so, I went into bedroom. I kept thinking of all that happened and my anger still remained in me. I felt cheap and insulted by what she did. Little did I know that this anger is going to make Shazia open up and reveal her bitter sexual past.

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It was my mistake to start another story. I apologise for that. Will update this thread as soon as I post one update in that other story. this story requires more time please.

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Yes, am aware of this thread requiring update. It's impossible for me to update 2 stories together. With the other story completed, am working on this one now. will start posting updates next mid week onwards

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Hi Ibrahim ,

Hope you are fine there . Can we expect an update on this

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This is the story I am working on right now. Almost done with the next update. Need to pick suitable GIFs and pics. Will try my best to post it this week. Maximum by Saturday. Since i was on long leave, I have lot of work pending at work as well. Trying to balance with that.

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The next day, Monday morning, I went to work and returned to my routine. Although I thought of Shazia, I did not want to call or text her. At night, after dinner, I heard my mother talking to Shazia over the phone. I expected that at some point in time Shazia may call and talk to me, but she never did. It pissed me off even more. Since she was in contact with my mother, I did not feel worried about her condition and thought that she must be fine. The same thing continued over the next few days. On Thursday, she messaged me hi and asked if I was doing fine. Although I was not much angry now, I purposefully wanted to show some anger on her. I did not reply but waited. In the evening, I got another text from her asking if I was still angry? I replied yes to her. That night, we had a chat. She started to convince me saying that she loves me and she did not mean to actually hurt me. She was repeatedly saying things like, “Why don’t you understand” “How do I explain” “Please give me time to adjust.” Still feeling upset, I replied, “This is the reason I did not marry again. I knew something like this was going to happen. I should have remained alone.” She then replied on chat, “No! It is not about you. It is about me. I am not able to forget some things. Please understand.” I misunderstood her statement and said, “Oh great! Now you tell me that you still remember your ex-husband and you still love him. Why did you even agree to marry me when you are still in love with him?” Our conversations added more misunderstanding between us and we ended up in an argument that night and slept.

On Friday night, after dinner, I texted Shazia to check if she was coming over that weekend to home as planned before. She replied after some time that she wanted to but since I was angry and we were fighting, she thought of staying back in her PG and settle down there since she had just shifted there. I felt upset that she was not coming home and just replied, “Fine.” After a couple of minutes, I received a text from her, “Listen. I want to tell you something. Let me know when you are free.” I replied that I was free and asked her what it was. She then texted, “I did not want you to know this, but I think you will not understand what I am going through until I tell you this. I don’t know what you will think about me but I will tell it and finish this. I don’t want to remain like this with you.” I found her text puzzling and I replied, “What is it now?” After some time, Shazia texted, “It’s not that I hate you or something. I love you and that is why I agreed to marry, but I need some time to adjust with you and that day I got scared in that position.” “Scared??” I asked. She replied, “Yes.” After some time, she messaged, “I was once forced to have anal sex. I got scared thinking about that.” I replied in shock “What?”

Her statement left me curious to know what it was all about. I never expected that. She replied, “Yes.” While I remained in shock, I saw her typing some message and waited for her message to arrive.  “Am sorry for pushing you like that but I really got scared thinking about it...” I did not know what to reply to her and waited for her to finish. “I told you before my marriage life was not so nice and I had lot of problems.” I replied, “I can’t believe it. You never told me that Irfan was such a kind of person? But why did you do such things.” Her next reply gave me a bigger shock, “No! Not Irfan.” I asked, “Then?” After some time came a strange reply from her, “I don’t know…” It really sounded as excuses to me and that she was playing around with me. I felt angry and said, “What? What do you mean you don’t know? Are you making a fool of me? I am already upset and you want to play with my emotions.” She stopped replying. In anger, I tried calling her but she was not answering the call. I did not give up because I really was upset and curious to know what this was all about. Finally, after repeatedly calling her, she once answered the call. I could only hear her crying. I was already confused by her talks and I was now left more confused listening to her crying. I did not know what to tell her. I was regretting marrying again in life now having to face all these complications. “What is it? Why are you crying now? I cannot understand anything that you are saying.” She only continued crying and said, “This is why I did not want to marry again. I knew I have to face all this.” I replied, “I have to say that madam. You are hiding things from me. You are lying and making a fool of me. I trusted all that you said, but … I think you are hiding many things from me. You better tell me the truth. Were you having some affairs?” Shazia kept crying and replied, “Please …not now.  I will text you… Give me some time…” I said, “fine…” and we both disconnected the call. While disconnecting, I could still hear her crying and saying, “I did not lie… please…” Waiting for her text or call, I lay down on bed but eventually fell asleep.

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When I woke up next, it was Saturday morning, I saw many messages from Shazia. She had texted me late night around 2 am.

“See… There are many things I could not tell you before marriage. We just started talking and I did not feel comfortable saying all this to you. Also, parents were involved and I was not sure how you will take it. I thought to forget things and start new life with you. I thought it will not matter, but now I think it does matter. It is not like you think. When Irfan lost his job, we were struggling with money, so he made me have sex with some men for money. He used to find the guy and take me to the hotel room. He used to take the money from them and wait outside while they have sex with me. Once Irfan arranged for 3 guys to spend one night with me. I was afraid but Irfan was not ready to listen. He said that they paid him more. Irfan took me to a kind of resort. It was very lonely at night. He called them and 1 guy came and took us to their room. They were drinking and taking drugs there. I was feeling uncomfortable but Irfan was not ready to go back. He had already taken money from them. They wanted me to be there with them whole night and asked Irfan to leave. Seeing me scared, Irfan said that he will not go home but he will be sleeping outside. Those men did not like it and argued with Irfan, but they talked and agreed. After Irfan went out of room, they had sex with me one by one. Later, I saw they were all drunk and I too slept. I woke up suddenly when I felt someone turning me and trying to have sex with me from behind. I felt he was trying to put his penis in my ass. I screamed for help and tried to run, but he caught me and the other 2 blocked me from running. Irfan was sleeping just near the door and so he heard my screams and started knocking the door. I tried resisting, but they were stronger. When Irfan continued to knock. One guy opened the door and tried to fight with Irfan saying nothing wrong they did and I was not cooperating. When I called Irfan, he came in too and saw me struggling. He understood that they were trying to have sex differently. He started to argue with them that they had not mentioned about this and that he will charge extra for it. He was fighting with them for money. That was the time I felt very upset on Irfan. I picked my clothes and wanted to run. Those men did not want to give money and were beating him up. I started screaming for help and because of the noise and fear that someone may come, they hit us and pushed us out yelling. Irfan kept shouting at them when I pulled him back to return home. The next morning, I packed everything and went to my parent’s home with my children. I never wanted to live with Irfan again. This is what happened and this is why I left Irfan. I don’t know what you will think about me knowing this. I will not force you for anything. I did not lie to you. The way you were, I thought you will understand and my life will be better, but it happened like this. Thank you for marrying me and giving me a chance, but I am not fit to be a wife. It is better we just stay away from each other. You be happy. Please don’t text me or call me. I can understand.”

After reading all her messages, I fell back to bed and was not able to accept all this. She was prostituting herself before. Lying down, I felt disappointed knowing that my wife had such sexual past. At the same time, I felt sad for her and thought that she was sexually exploited and it cannot be her mistake. With whatever she revealed, I could make out that Irfan was responsible for it and he must have forced her into it. With such mixed feelings in me, I spent the whole day. My mother noticed my disturbed state and thought it was because of Shazia not being there for the weekend. Trying to make me feel better, she said that she misses her too and asked me if we can shift closer to her company so that we all stay together. This further made me to think deep about my relationship with Shazia. While I tried sleeping that night, I kept thinking of it. Although I felt sympathy for her, I had lost my love feelings on her. I developed some kind of disliking and I could not accept her and these facts that she revealed. The dilemma continued for another week. Neither Shazia nor me spoke to each other all this while. Although I was feeling disturbed knowing the facts that she revealed, I also thought that whatever happened was her past and it was influenced by her ex-husband Irfan. Now, she is out of it and she was expecting a new life with me. I thought to myself that I should support her and help her to forget her past experiences instead of rejecting her. She was also my childhood friend and I loved her. Even if not for all these reasons, I felt the need to accept her now for my mother and family’s sake. The rest of the week, my mind kept thinking of this and I could not concentrate on work or anything. My manager and colleagues also noticed it and started to inquire. My mother kept talking of her in between and that used to disturb my mind even more. Finally, I decided to meet a counsellor and take some guidance because I was not able to decide what to do. I fixed an appointment with a psychologist that I found online.

On Saturday, I met the psychologist and spoke to him about my life issues and how my first marriage failed and that I was hopeful of this marriage. I tried to hide some of the details of sex with the psychologist, but he was asking me more and more questions to know it all. He then asked me if I liked her and found her attractive to which I replied yes. Finally, he started describing about marriage and lectured me about it. He then said a few things that I felt were correct. According to the psychologist, I should first know her and get to know what she has been through before deciding on whether she was a victim or a lady with a bad character. He also said that I should give her the opportunity to talk and give her the opening in life that she needs at this time. He said that I should stop expecting her to be in any particular way and start accepting the way she is. He also said that the past is not something that can be changed for her or me, but the present can be worked with. He told me that she may have gone through some trauma and I have to take it slow with her. He insisted that I break the silence and start talking with her and give her the assurance first. As time passes, he said that she will get to understand me better, but for that, I have to first exercise patience and be casual with her than being strict on her. He said that showing anger and questioning her will make her hide more and feel guilty. Instead, he asked me to be okay and casual with her to know her first. The psychologist also advised me to not break off so soon with the marriage because he said that he found us compatible as couple and that we also had some good sexual bonding between us. He asked me to first make her feel happy and just observe her instead of restricting her or applying conditions on her.

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After I returned home, I had a new insight to the issue. I felt relieved after sharing all my problems to someone. I began to feel that I was wrong in my approach and that I should have been more supportive to her. By showing anger and frustration, I only remained with more questions without answers. The next day, Sunday, I decided to visit her as a surprise instead of talking over the phone. I looked for the PG address that she had written on a paper when she left. I located it and went to her PG in Electronic City. I called her while waiting outside the PG. Shazia answered the call, “hello…”. I replied, “hey …come outside…am waiting” Not knowing that I was outside waiting for her, she responded with a surprise, “outside? … Where? Don’t tell me you are here…” I said, “Yes… I was missing you … so came to meet you…” In a reluctant tone, she said, “no… please…” After some compulsion, she came outside her PG. She was avoiding eye contact initially, but became comfortable after she saw that I did not talk anything about what she had said but I acted sweet to her. I inquired about how she was doing and what she was doing.  She said that she had soaked her clothes for washing and was just taking rest in her room. I invited her for lunch together. She agreed, but asked me to wait since she needed to get ready. She said she was not sure of what dress to wear as she put all her clothes for washing. I was fine with it and I spent some time roaming around the area while waiting for her to get ready and come down. Shazia called me and I went near the PG and found her waiting outside. She was wearing a sleeveless tight white salwar with red design. She was looking so beautiful and sexy that I immediately felt attracted to her. The salwar was tight enough to show her figure. The top was a low cut and revealed her cleavage, but she had her dupatta to cover her chest. She had her dupatta on the side of her shoulder. After seeing me, she tried to position the dupatta over her chest.





From the side, her boob shapes were easily seen because of the salwar holding her boobs tightly. She was exposing her fair arms in the sleeveless dress. The sides of her top were cut so high that a part of her hips was protruding from the sides and a part of her buttocks were easily seen when she was walking. Her back was also partially exposed. She was trying to cover herself with the dupatta when she found my eyes scanning her body and dress.






I just stood silent admiring her. Shazia asked, “where shall we go?”  I came to my senses and replied, “I saw a park nearby, let’s go there and spend some time.” She said okay and we started walking. I began complimenting her on how beautiful and sexy she looked in that salwar. She tried to suppress it saying, “Oh! It’s old one actually. I was not wearing it much because the white dress will get dirty easily. I found only this to wear now, so I picked it. Luckily it is still fitting me.” I replied, “Yes, it looks perfect on you…” When we reached the park, I could see men taking a look at my wife. I did not find it strange since the park was quite empty and there were no women at that time, which made my wife to be the only attractive piece. We sat on a bench and began to talk. At first, we talked casually about our work and family. She inquired about my mother. She said that my mother was calling her daily and she was finding it difficult to answer her whenever she asked her why she was not coming home. I then raised the topic of her past. I said sorry to her and that I should have been more understanding of her situation. She began weeping thinking about it. I consoled her and gave her the confidence of having a better life with me.

Although I was curious and wanted to know things in more detail, I saw that she was not in a state of mind to talk about it. I decided to not dig into her past and let it go or at least inquire about it some other time. We changed the topic and began talking about other things. Shazia began to feel normal and happy with me now. When it was close to noon and the heat of the sun increased in the park, we decided to go to a nearby restaurant for lunch. Shazia herself recommended a nearby restaurant that she has been visiting these days. She said that the food there is good and we can try.  I agreed and we started to walk to the restaurant. While walking, I could see several men looking at her. Some of them kept walking around us. I noticed that their eyes were not just looking at my wife randomly, but their eyes were fixed on some parts of my wife body. I caught some of them looking at her boobs and cleavage, and some eyes were on her hips and ass. The dress was also transparent to reveal her skin under it.



I wondered if Shazia noticed it too, but she seemed to be not bothered by it. She in fact was walking even more sexily swaying her hips side to side.





We reached the restaurant. It was a small local outlet with only a few seatings available. The restaurant guy saw my wife and immediately smiled and greeted her. Shazia also responded to him. Both of them appeared to be friendly and neither of them seemed to notice me standing beside. He asked us to wait for a few minutes since all seating were occupied because it was Sunday. We stood at the entrance of the restaurant waiting. While waiting, I observed the guy taking peeks at my wife too. I noticed that from where he stood, he had a good view of my wife as she stood adjusting her hair and dupatta in the wind. Her black panty was also becoming visible.

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After few minutes, the guy called my wife and directed us to a table. Instead of the waiter, he himself took the order and served us lunch. After we had our lunch, Shazia went ahead of me to wash her hand outside on the street where a tub of water was kept. While washing, she had to bend down to avoid water dirtying her white dress. This made her complete cleavage and boobs to be exposed to the restaurant guy who was watching her.



I went next to wash my hand. While I was washing my hand, I saw my wife volunteered to pay and was talking to the restaurant guy very closely. She paid him off and we walked back to the park. Unable to stay quiet about what I saw about the restaurant guy, I said to her, “That guy in restaurant seemed very friendly to you.” She replied, “Yes, I go there when the food in PG is not nice, so he knows me.” In a funny tone, I then said laughing, “I think he is attracted to you. The way he was talking and looking at you.” Shazia also started laughing and said, “Yeah, I too feel he likes me.” I added to that saying, “Not just liking, but I see more…” She continued laughing and asked, “What more?” I said to her that I saw him looking at her boobs when she was washing her hands. Shazia replied as if she did not know and said, “Oh God!” and was kind of silent waiting for me to say anything more. When I did not talk about it negatively but said that he may have not been able to control because she was sexy and beautiful, she noticed I was not angry about it and again laughed about it. She was kind of shy and blushing at that time. I kept teasing her for some time and then I decided to leave. We hugged for some time and then we started walking back to her PG. After she went in, I headed back home.

While I returned, Shazia and me kept texting on phone. She was very happy with our meeting. She was thankful and happy that I had come to meet her. When talking about our fight, she mentioned that she was very afraid that things will be revealed to her parents. She said she felt relieved now with my understanding and that we solved it ourselves. She assured me that nothing of her past will hereafter affect us and she was willing to let go things but needed some time and my cooperation. I returned home with a good feeling and happiness having restored my relationship with my wife, Shazia.

The next day, Monday, our work life resumed. At work, they announced an annual day function on the upcoming Sunday evening. Our team gathered in meeting room and we started to discuss on the plans. Our Team manager was asking each of us to contribute. He was making a list of number of people who will be attending the function. Some wanted to come alone while some wanted to bring their family. When talking about me, all team members insisted that I bring my wife along. Since my marriage with Shazia was a simple one involving only our nearest family members, I had excluded my office friends. I said to my colleagues that my wife will be going back to Hyderabad during weekends to meet her children there. Upon their insistence, I said I will check with my wife and let them know if she will be coming along with me for the annual day function. That night, I called Shazia after dinner and discussed this with her. She was initially reluctant to attend the office function, but later agreed since it was an opportunity for her also to meet my friends and colleagues. She began inquiring about our office setup and the kind of people and culture. As every woman does, the first thing she started focusing on was what to wear and what others would wear. Since it is a corporate function, it is obvious that there are no formal rules on what to wear, especially on events. I told her that most of girls here wear western type of dresses. Shazia, however, said that she is not comfortable wearing any western dress on the first meet itself. She chose to wear a saree, but she said that she has to choose something that looks modern to suit such environment. I tried to convince her to not break her head much over it and to be casual, but my wife argued saying that she will not come otherwise.

The week passed by quickly with a busy routine. Shazia and me spoke to each other every night for long hours on call before sleeping. Things were going well between us and we never talked about the past issues again. We talked and we laughed talking about many other things. At times, I teased her about that restaurant guy and she in turn teased me that I was feeling jealous of the attention she gets. This led us to talking some sexual things too. As weekend approached, we also started to plan for the Sunday night function in my company. Shazia said she and her roommate went for shopping and had bought a black saree. She went on describing the saree but I was not very much interested to know about it but just added to her excitement about what she shared. She said that she has given the blouse for stitching over there itself near her PG.

On Friday at around 5 PM, Shazia called me after her work. She told me that she will first go to the tailor and pick her blouse. Shortly after some time, I again got a call from her. She sounded angry and frustrated. The tailor shop was closed. It seems that someone passed away in his family and he was out of town. He had said that the blouse was ready and asked her to wait as he will be there in shop in about an hour or two. I tried to calm her down as she went back to her PG. I gave her other options to wear but she was not ready for it. At around 8:30 PM, Shazia called me again. This time, she was even more upset. She was still in the tailor shop when calling me. She said that the blouse was not yet ready and he still needed to do the stitching. The tailor had asked her to wait while he finishes stitching her blouse. She had a fight with the tailor because it was already very late. She was confused if she should give up on the blouse and come home tonight or to come home tomorrow after collecting the blouse.  She asked for my opinion and I told her that it does not matter and she can collect it later for some other time. She agreed as she thought she had some designer blouses at home already which she can try to match with the saree. She left the shop and started walking to the bus stand. She kept scolding the tailor for it while talking to me when she was walking. She luckily got a direct bus to Hebbal. We spoke on and off while she travelled. Finally, at around 9:30 PM, I went to the bus stand and waited for her.

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After waiting for some time, I spotted my wife inside a bus that just arrived. She was wearing a burqa at that time. It was the last stop and so the bus parked after turning to the opposite side of road at signal. All people were standing inside the bus ready to get off. I remained standing where I was far from the bus waiting for her to get off the bus and cross the road. While she was getting off, I could see that a guy was just behind her and talking to her from her behind. After getting off, I saw them both having a conversation. Shazia was turned away from me. The burqa she was wearing was somewhat tight. Even from far, I could see that it revealed her curves, mainly her ass and hip.



For a minute, I began to doubt if it was really my wife. Also, I wondered who that guy could be. It appeared like they said goodbye to each other and the guy went the opposite direction. When she turned, I saw that it was Shazia indeed. I watched as Shazia crossed the road and walked towards me. She did not expect me waiting for her as I had not informed her. She saw me and felt surprised. We greeted each other and started to walk towards home. While walking, I observed that her burqa was indeed tight for her. The burqa was not hiding the shape of her boobs and it was revealing of her hidden assets.



When walking back home, Shazia began complaining about how tiring the day was. She started to scold the tailor saying that he was responsible for all this mess. I was curious about that guy who talked to her when getting off the bus. I waited for some space in between her speech and asked her abruptly who that guy was. Shazia immediately laughed when I asked that question. She said she thought I would not have seen and she started to tease me asking if I felt jealous. I denied and responded to her in a funny tone itself. She then said in a careless tone, “I don’t know who he was. He was in bus and was trying to get close to me. Don’t worry, I know how to handle such people. It is not new.” One way I was surprised on how casually she took it, and on the other hand, I was surprised on how confident she was quoting herself to be experienced enough to be able to handle such things. As a caution to her, I added saying, “yeah but be careful. They are strangers and you don’t know…” Even before I could continue, she replied, “yeah, I know, but I don’t think he was such type… actually, the bus became crowded when it left silk board. He was standing behind me and started taking advantage of the crowd.” I felt angry and said, “What nonsense! How could he misbehave with you…You should have moved away or shouted at him and taught him a lesson.” Shazia tried to oppose my view saying, “Listen first, it’s okay. He was harmless. I knew he was just finding chances to touch me, but whenever I felt his hands, I stared back at him and I saw that he was scared. I did not want to make a scene there so I too just left it because he was afraid too and not dangerous. When getting down, he asked my phone number but I did not give him.” I was surprised again with how casually she said this and I was about to inquire more, but we had already reached home and my mom was there near the door waiting for us. My mom welcomed her in and this made my wife step ahead of me while I was behind her when entering home. As Shazia walked in front of me, I could not help myself notice her round buttocks which were revealing their shape clearly from inside her tight burqa.



Once home, Shazia freshened up and she and mom began to chit chat for the rest of the time. That night, after dinner, Shazia and me felt close on bed again after a very long time. She was wearing a night dress. I hugged her and kissed her face and neck. My hands ran all over her body while kissing her. Shazia understood my desire for having sex and said that she was tired and sleepy. In a joking manner, I said, “you allowed that guy to touch you closely but you are not allowing your husband itself…” Shazia burst out laughing. I realized my mistake saying that, but I was thinking about that instance all this while and words just slipped out at that moment. Shazia continued to laugh and said, “It was his lucky day, that’s all…” I replied, “… and what about my day, is it not lucky…” Continuing to laugh, Shazia now turned around to the other side. Her back was now facing me. She moved herself closer to me such that her back and ass was attached to me. She caught my left hand and placed it over her left boob, and said, “fine husband, you can also get lucky but don’t try to get more luckier than him…” By the time I could understand what she meant, she yawned and continued saying, “uff… so much tiring this week was… we have this function too on Sunday or else we could have rested… if only my blouse was ready, everything would have been as planned. …” Shazia changed topic and we talked a little about the company party plans. I could see her speech reducing and sensed her going off to sleep. Still in the same position lying close behind her, I gently pressed her soft left boob and hugged her tight enough that I could feel my enlarging dick in her ass. While continue to feel her boob and ass, I kissed the back of her neck. I recalled her statement and thought to myself on how that guy in bus might have groped my wife’s boobs and buttocks while she stood in bus.



I controlled myself from cumming and just rubbed my dick in her ass and drifted off to sleep hugging her tightly.

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We woke up late on Saturday morning. We had breakfast at around 10 am and started discussing about the office function. Shazia was arranging her dresses in cupboard and search for the blouses she had here at our home. She showed me the saree which was a plain black saree. None of the blouses here went along with the black saree. She mostly had her dresses back at her home in Hyderabad. While having lunch, mom said that we needed to buy groceries and vegetables. Usually, me and mom used to go to D-mart or any supermarket for purchasing. Today, we thought of going for shopping together with Shazia. Shazia immediately felt happy saying that she can also check if there were any matching designer blouses also. After some time, mom dropped the idea of coming along and she decided to stay back. She asked us both to go for shopping ourselves as she cannot walk much.

It was around 3 PM when we got ready to go out. I saw Shazia wore a brown chiffon saree. It was somewhat transparent but she had neatly worn it around her body. She was wearing a matching plain brown blouse. She took the list of items that mom had given her and we went out to find an auto.



We took an auto and went to D-mart. Shazia was here for the first time and was curiously looking at everything. She took the trolley and walked behind me more slowly looking at every item with the list of items in her hand.

 

While I was a little away from her, I noticed 2 college-going guys whispering her smiling. Their eyes were fixated and both were staring at something. I knew such a stare which happens when seeing some hot item. Curious to also see the hot item, I turned to look at what they were staring at. I was shocked when I saw that it was my wife who they were looking at with lust. Shazia was standing facing the rack and checking some item in her hand. I noticed that her back was exposed very sexily as her blouse was quite small and tight.



I looked at those 2 guys who were still picking up items but getting closer to my wife. Just then, I saw my wife bend down to put them item back into the rack. Her front part of saree was loosely moved forward exposing her right boob and bare hip to those guys, as well as me from far.



Although I felt it upsetting for a second that outside men were eyeing on my wife, I also felt it horny to see my wife exposing. My mind immediately started to think about what lusty thoughts they may have in their mind thinking about my wife. I tried to see my wife in the same lusty manner to enjoy what they also did. Still staying a little away from Shazia, I kept a watch on her while moving around the supermarket. As soon as any man passes by, I made sure to look at his eyes to see if he looked at my wife. Not aware of all this, Shazia continued to pick items and come towards me to drop the items in the trolley which I was moving along with me. We continued shopping like that with her exposing her belly and navel freely.







We picked all the necessary items and finally moved to the billing counter. There was a small queue in each counter. I chose a smaller one and stood in queue with trolley. Shazia followed me and stood beside me. While we talked, she also saw some nearby items and went to check what those were. I saw one of those 2 guys standing near to the same place where those items were. It appeared to me that those guys were moving around us to get a glimpse of my wife.



When Shazia turned towards me again and started walking back to the counter, I was able to see the same view of what that guy was blessed with. Shazia’s saree was moved off completely to the side and her fair belly and deep navel was in complete view to be admired.

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Shazia did not seem to notice all this and was behaving normally. She stood beside me as we got more and more closer to the billing counter. I heard some talking and looked behind to see that those 2 guys came and stood behind us in queue. Since I was now not able to turn back, I missed their viewing of my wife. When it was our next turn to be billed, I excused myself to my wife saying I forgot to pick something. I told her to start the billing while I go get it. She said okay and I walked back into the store as if going to pick something and return. However, I chose to be around and watching my wife from far. When it was time for our items to be billed. I saw my wife bend over to pick the items from trolley and place on the billing desk. Her sexy back was exposed and I could see those guys standing behind and enjoying the view.





I continued to watch from far and then returned to the counter to pay when the billing was done. We then went out to the lift and Shazia still stood unaware of what she was showing to people. Her boobs and navel were being admired.



Since we had the luggage to carry, we booked an ola cab. We waited near the car parking area for the cab. While waiting, we had some eatables and walked around.





The cab driver called and he was not able to locate us where we were. I went towards the entrance to spot the cab. When I saw the cab, I waved at the driver and showed him the direction. He came towards me and I first got into the cab. We moved to where Shazia was standing with the trolley. Shazia by then had called her home and was talking to her children on the phone. I pointed my finger to my wife and said to the driver, “Stop near her…” While saying that, I saw that the driver was already looking at my wife and was wanting to park near her only. Instead of going close to her and parking the car in front, the driver stopped the car a little before on the left such that Shazia was still facing the car in front of him. I got out of the car. Shazia saw me, but since she was on phone, she waited for me to come near her and push the trolley. Shazia was still showing off her sexy navel and boobs in a bold manner.



I saw the driver was still sitting inside the cab and watching my wife showing off her assets in front of him while walking to the cab. She disconnected the call when we got close to the cab. I asked the driver to open the dickie to load the luggage. He then slowly came out and opened the back door of the car. We did not put the items in any bag and so, we had to start loading the items one by one into the car. Instead of helping, the driver just stood near us and watching my wife.







Once we emptied the trolley, Shazia pushed it off to the side and then came.



We both sat behind in the car and we returned home. When we reached home at around 6 PM, Shazia ran inside and first brought 2-3 bags. She quickly started filling the items into those bags. Yet again, the driver only stood enjoying the view of my wife bending down and picking the items from the car. After we finished, we paid off the driver and the cab left.

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Once at home, Shazia left all the bags in living room and went to washroom. Mom came and began to check the items and pick some of her items first. Shazia came out and joined with me and my mother in sorting out the items. Shazia still was wearing her saree loose while sorting the items and talking with mother and me.



Mom had already started preparing the dinner, so we immediately had dinner after cleaning up the room. After dinner, mom went to her room and Shazia went to our room. I followed Shazia and hugged her tightly from behind grabbing her exposed belly. I began to kiss all over her back and neck when she started laughing. She playfully resisted while I quickly unpinned her blouse and removed it. Shazia screamed, “aahhh…wait na… I want to call Iqbal and Ishaan …” and freed herself from me. She picked her mobile and sat on bed calling her home. I lay on bed waiting for her to finish. While talking to her children, I watched her walking around the room.



My thoughts went to images of my wife exposing herself in the supermarket and to the taxi driver. I recalled the men who were looking at my wife with lust. I began to stroke my cock gently feeling horny thinking about it. When Shazia ended the call, she turned to me smiling. She knew that I was feeling horny and wanted to have sex with her now. In a seductive way, she slowly started to remove her saree facing me while I watched her smiling.





She untied her petticoat and let it fall to the floor. She now stood in her bra and panty.



Shazia was looking very sexy at this time and there was no way I could wait any longer. I quickly pulled her on to bed and began kissing her body wildly. Shazia playfully laughed and tried pushing me away. She kept laughing and asked me to be slow. I pulled off her bra down letting her boobs to be exposed. I began to kiss her breasts. I pinched and sucked her nipples. Shazia’s laughter reduced and she began to moan. While I sucked on her nipples, I pushed my right hand into her panty and began to rub her pussy with my fingers. Shazia’s moaning now increased and she began to respond by hugging me and moving her hands on my back. After some time, we kissed each other deeply and then I began to undress myself. Shazia sat up and unclasped her bra and began to pull off her panty. I then lay on top of her naked body and began kissing her face and neck. I pressed my penis on her lower belly. I suddenly felt Shazia’s soft hand on my penis. My penis instantly grew large while she tried stroking it. Our desire for each other peaked up. Shazia had her legs spread out and she positioned herself ready. I caught her hand holding my penis and inserted my penis into her cunt hole. I heard Shazia moan, “aaaahhh” and hug me tightly as I entered her pussy. With my penis still deep inside her cunt, I could feel her pussy loosen and tighten over my penis. I kept kissing her breasts and sucking her nipples. I then began to fuck my wife. Shazia kept moaning while I kept thrusting my penis again and again into her wet cunt hole. My sexual feelings peaked after few minutes and I collapsed on top of my wife ejecting all my cum inside her pussy. Shazia and me lay breathing deep and fast and continued to kiss each other. We then drifted off sleep tired and satisfied.

The next morning Sunday, I woke up at around 8 AM. Shazia was already awake and was in kitchen with my mom. The day went as usual with my mother around. The company function was at 7 PM in a rooftop party hall in RMV Layout. Shazia wanted to leave directly from the function to her PG so that she can continue work the next day. I told her that the function may get late, but she said that she will leave after dinner as early as possible in a cab while I can stay there if I want to. After lunch, my wife started preparing herself while I was watching TV in the living room. At around 5 PM, I went in to our room to get ready. I saw that Shazia had finished her bath and was wearing a towel around her and drying her hair. The room was filled with the smell of freshness from her bathing. I hugged my wife and began kissing her. She playfully replied, “go get ready… don’t want to go for the function?” While I got ready for my bath, we talked casually. When I was going to bathroom, my wife dropped her towel and stood in her black bra. She teased me by showing off her boobs.

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I stopped at the bathroom door seeing her and returned to her to hug and kiss her. When I hugged her, she resisted playfully and started pushing me to the bathroom. I had my bath quickly and came out. Shazia stood wearing her petticoat with saree tied on it but she only had her black bra. She was trying out different blouses to see which suited the best with the saree.








Shazia had tied the petticoat and saree about 3 inches below her navel. I enjoyed seeing her fair and sexy stomach. My cock began to enlarge seeing my wife. I tried to get close to her but when I hugged her, she seemed upset and frustrated. She was unhappy with the blouses she had.





I asked her to not worry and choose anything that is black and started to help her choose one. We settled with one black blouse, which was not a designer blouse suitable for party wear but was still sleeveless and had a modern look even though it was plain and simple. While I got ready, I saw Shazia wearing the saree completely now with the blouse on.





I was already dressed up and ready, while Shazia was now still in front of the dressing mirror doing her make-up. I noticed that she had also tied her saree tightly around her buttocks.



It was already close to 6 PM so I asked her to get ready soon. She said she will be done in 5 minutes and asked me to book the cab. I waited for her in living room and tried booking a cab. I kept calling her as the cab came closer to pick us up from home. Finally, Shazia came out.

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Shazia said her goodbye to mom who asked her to come home every weekend. We boarded the cab and left for the function venue. I complimented her that she looked beautiful and she blushed. We reached there on time around 7, and the function was not yet started. Most of the people were already there. People of all different processes and teams in my company had gathered. I looked for my teammates and I introduced them to my wife. Shazia presented herself very beautifully. She became a center of attention. She was moving around gracefully and meeting all my colleagues.






She liked the company of few female colleagues and began to mingle with them happily. She was listening to our office conversations and participating with them while I spent time with my friends.  At around 7:30 PM, the managing director started the function with his speech. The usual cheering and fun-filled activities set in after his speech. The office had arranged a catering service for dinner. Once the counters started to serve, I looked for my wife who was with my female colleagues and waved at her. She saw me and understood that I was calling her for dinner. While me and my friends walked to the counter and stood, I saw my wife stand up and walk towards me and my friends who were queue. While she walked, I noticed that Shazia’s saree had shifted to the side because of the movements and her navel was exposed.



There was a group of our company managers and team leaders seated on the chairs which was near to the queue. One of them suddenly called out loudly, “Hey Shazia?” I saw my wife turn towards him and say, “aah… Manish…” Manish Gupta was the operations manager of another process within the same company. I saw him get up and my wife walk towards him. While they met, I saw him look at my wife head to toe. They were smiling at each other and talking. I wondered how they knew each other, but more than anything, I felt uneasy seeing my wife not covering her belly with the saree. The other managers and TL’s sitting on chair were also looking at my wife who stood close to them talking to Manish.






After a couple of minutes of talking with Manish, Shazia still smiling turned to me and waved her hand asking me to join them. I asked my friends to wait and reserve my place in queue. When I went near to them, my wife introduced me to Manish saying, “He’s my husband.” While shaking hands with him, he said, “haan… I have seen you… You are in Raghu’s team, right?” I just smiled and said, “haan sir…” After a small chat, he then said, “Okay guys… Enjoy yourselves…” and sat back on his chair with the group of managers and his friends. While walking back to the queue, I immediately inquired Shazia about how he knew him. She replied, “He was my team manager there in Hyderabad…” Saying so, she turned away from me avoiding any more questions. I noticed that she became very pale all of a sudden. We were standing in the queue now. Not wanting to talk more about it when friends are around, I did not discuss about it any further. We kept moving ahead in the queue and reached the food counters.






We served ourselves and sat together on a table. All throughout Shazia did not cover her navel and I could see many of my colleagues and friends having a feast of my wife’s exposed belly.




I tried gesturing her at times to ask her to cover herself, but she did not seem to understand and I did not want to make it very obvious or insulting to her. After we had food, we washed hands and returned to the table. While my wife was chit chatting with my female colleagues, me and two of my colleagues went to the open terrace area for a smoke. When we returned, I saw my wife was missing from the group. When I asked my friend, she said she went to get ice cream. I sat there with my colleagues and waited looking around to see my wife. I could not see her anywhere. I excused myself from the group and walked around looking for Shazia. She was not there in the ice cream counter. I tried to call her on her mobile thinking if she may have already left. The place was noisy with the music and chit chatting. I then walked towards the main door entrance of the rooftop floor. I opened the door and saw no one. On one side was a small empty reception counter and on other side was the lift. I stood holding the phone in my hand waiting for her to answer the call, but the call went unanswered. I thought of checking if she was still inside somewhere. Just as I opened the door to get into the hall again, I heard some voice. I closed the door and walked back towards the entrance area. It was completely silent. I walked past the lift and saw a staircase. I looked down the stairs and I found my wife standing there and talking with Manish, that same manager. They were standing down in the corner of the flat portion where the staircase changes its direction. Both of them appeared very serious when I spotted them. My wife was standing with her back leaning against the wall while Manish was standing very close to my wife facing her. Shazia and Manish saw me standing above the staircase looking at them. Both of them now smiled and kind of laughed as if they were having some pleasant conversation. They distanced from each other and while climbing the stairs, Shazia said, “it was so noisy inside so we just came out to talk…” Manish smilingly added, “We were recalling our experiences together in our previous company.” I smiled back as it appeared quite normal. When she came closer, I noticed that my wife’s belly was all wet and shiny.



Noticing me look at her belly, she said laughing, “this ice cream slipped and fell off, I will go to washroom and come…” Manish walked with me and inquired about some office matters with me and left. I walked back to my friend’s group and looked towards the washroom for Shazia to come out. When Shazia came out, I saw that her saree had shifted much lower than where it was tied.