Incredible writing!! So absorbing! Thanks, it must have taken you a long time to put together such a detailed continuation.
I like the way she waits for an explicit request before responding. But at the same time a little unnerving in that she responds almost mechanically, as though programmed. What are her own desires?? She is dutifully holding back but that is her character, I guess. And makes for a very tense story.......
And the cameras....will not tell Shyam unless he asks explicitly. But he doesn't know Gautam's devious mind!!!
Will Shyam figure out that he only has to ask and he will receive?? Maybe next day in his house?? Jeez!! I can hardly wait! What a continuation!! How will Gautam react, where is this going?? Awesome! Awesome!
Last edited by breville1 : 16th January 2018 at 02:32 AM.
I woke up in the morning, did the usual stuff and chores. Watched some news on TV. Had tea and toast. As the clock ticked, I started feeling more and more nervous. I had been told to go to his place. That wish of his was still standing. So I was bound by your rules to follow it.
I did start feeling scared though. What if someone was outside and they saw me as I went to his place? I am your wife and I have to obey you and on your instructions, I had to obey Shyamji. but still, this was a variable I doubt you had considered. I finally said a prayer that no one should be outside. And I stepped out of the house.
Luckily, there was no one outside. I quickly walked over, almost running a little, worried that at any moment a villager or a car might come by.
I knocked on his door at precisely 11:45 AM as he asked. He opened the door and looked surprised to see me. And then he saw all of me and his eyes went wide.
"What THE hell...come in, come in quickly Bhabhiji."
He almost pulled me inside and poked his head out and looked around to make sure no one had seen us.
"You have a nice house, Shyamji." I said politely, looking at the very basically furnished place.
"Bhabhiji!!!" he exclaimed as he stared at my nearly naked body. "I didn't think you would come after what happened last night. And.....you walked from your house to here like this? In just a bra???"
"Yes, Shyamji." I said, sounding calm, although it had set my heart racing.
"Did sir tell you to do it?" he smiled. "Is this part of his game?"
"I am just asking....how....why you walked from your house to mine in broad daylight wearing just a bra?"
"I am just following your wishes." I simply said and shrugged.
"I did not tell you to do that! Why would I tell you do it?It is one thing to do this in the privacy of your home. But walking around like that is risky. Especially alone. Tell me the truth. Why did you do it?"
"You told me to come to your house at 11:45."
"Yes, I did. I didn't think you would actually come after the way last night ended. But even so, I did not say walk over wearing just a bra. That was reckless." Shyam said, a little confused.
"You did not." I said, standing there uncomfortably.
Shyam closed his eyes and put his fingers on his forehead, trying to make sense of it all.
"Bhabhiji....I know I asked you to come here at 11:45. What I am asking is, why did you remove all your other clothes and walk over like this?"
He still had not figured it out. So I tried to answer in a way that would not break your rules.
"Shyamji, I did not remove any clothes. You asked me to come at 11:45. So I walked over like this."
"So wait.....you are saying you were already wearing just a bra?"
"I don't understand. What are you asking?" I said.
"I am asking, why were you wearing just a bra today morning?"
"Don't you remember last night?" I blushed. "You asked me not to put any clothes back on until you said so."
"Yes, I very vividly remember..... Wait, are you telling me that you have been like this since last night?"
"What do you mean?"
"Why didn't you put clothes on?"
"You didn't tell me to." I said.
"Hold on.....last night you took all your other clothes off because I told you to."
"And then when I left, you stayed like that. Because.....I did not tell you to put them back on?"
"You slept wearing just a bra?"
"And you woke up like that?"
"You took a bath wearing the bra?"
"No....I took it off for the bath. I thought that would be okay. Was I not supposed to?"
"What? No...I mean yes, it's fine. Wait, I am so confused. You took off all clothes except your bra because I asked you to. You did not put them back because I did not tell you to. You have been like this since last night. And all morning. And you walked over here in broad daylight nearly naked because.....?"
"You asked me to come to your house at 11:45. And you had told me not to put clothes back on until you said so."
I was wondering how much clearer I could make it for him. Finally, a bulb went off in his head. His eyes went wide and looked at me carefully.
"So you will do anything and everything I say?"
"Because you are an elder and a good friend of my husband."
His expression went from confusion to delight as he finally realized the full scale of the lottery he had struck. He walked to his small living room. I followed him. He seemed in thought.
"Bhabhiji." he finally turned around and spoke.
"Would you like to.....suck my dick?"
"I don't have a preference either way." I said.
He was still trying to figure out the exact mechanics of the situation.
"I want you to suck my dick."
I squatted in front of him right there clad in just the bra and unzipped his pants. He was already hard. And very taken aback at how promptly I had followed his instructions. And he started feeling nervous again. I looked at his dick at close quarters. Before I took it in my mouth, he cleared his throat nervously. I looked up at him.
"Will..will sir be okay with this?" he nervously asked.
"I don't know. You will need to ask him."
"Wait." I said and held my head just as I was about to lick his head
"Ok." I stood up.
"I need to think about this. I really....really need to think about this." Shyam walked away and started pacing. I stood up. "I don't want to risk my job or career over this. But then sir is.....different.....he is adventurous. He is the one who has exposing you to me. He didn't stop that handjob last month. He insisted I come over even when he was away. So maybe he won't mind. But then in the mouth is such a different thing. So much more......I don't know. I just don't know."
I just stood there looking at him, waiting for my orders.
"How about......you do it, but we keep it our little secret?"
"I don't know if I can do that." And I was unsure about how your rules applied here. I have to obey you. You asked me to obey him. He tells me to keep it a secret. And you ask me to tell you. I simply didn't know.
"I want you to keep it our secret." he said.
Again, I was conflicted. Then I remembered that you told me that at least for the weekend, his decision stands.
"I won't tell him at least until Monday. And after that, I don't know. I need to figure it out." I said.
"Hmm...maybe I should just ask him." he reached for his phone. "But no....how do you just explicitly ask something like that? Excuse me sir but would you be okay with your wife giving me a blowjob? Nah. I cannot do that. I am too shy for that."
He stayed silent but was still thinking. Finally he seemed to reach a turning point.
"You know what, to hell with it. I can maybe find another job even if sir gets upset and fires me. But for a man like me at my age looking like I do......such opportunities won't arise again. Ok fine." he said and sat down on the couch, his dick springing up from his pants.
I stood there.
"Why are you standing like that? Having second thoughts?" he said nervously.
"You had told me to wait." I said.
"Right, right. Now I think I understand how this works. Ok Bhabhiji, come here and give me a blowjob."
I started getting on my knees in front of him, when he said.
"Not on your knees. I want you to squat. Your ass will look nicer that way."
Squatting on the floor I opened my mouth and lowered my face. His dick fit easily in my mouth. Then, like you taught me, I shut my lips and cheeks around it hard.
"Oh wow!!!" Shyam moaned. I made a sucking motion and felt his shaft rub against my teeth. "You are amazing, bhabhiji. Can I...."
He stopped mid-sentence as he realized that he did not need my permission for anything. Whatever he wanted, would happen. I felt him put both his hands on my bare shoulder and start rubbing it. I reduced the pressure of my mouth a little and then started moving my head up and down.
"To see your pretty face bobbing up and down like that in my lap...with my dick in your warm mouth....I cannot tell you how many times I have fantasized about that.
Then again, as you taught me, I took my right hand and softly cupped his testicles.
"Oh fuck!!" he cried out, presumably finding that gesture of mine so erotic that he lost control. His dick shuddered and semen started spurting in my mouth. He grabbed my hair and bucked his hips, depositing every single drop in my mouth.
I leaned back, my lips pursed closed and my cheeks puffed with all the juice inside. His eyes were closed with relief and disbelief. I stayed squatting, awaiting his instructions about the jizz in my mouth. Finally he opened his eyes and looked at me. He noticed my cheeks and smiled.
"Swallow." he said gently rubbing my face, and I did. And made an ahhh sound as I inhaled.
As I wiped off a few errant drops of his cum from my lips, he smiled at me.
"Thank you so much, bhabhiji. You have no idea how much I needed that."
"Clearly." I said, making a reference to the volume of his ejaculate, and he laughed.
"You can get up now, bhabhiji." he said, getting up himself.
We both stood up. He awkwardly hugged me. I hugged him back. His hands went to my ass and he started gently fondling it as his wet limp dick rubbed against my crotch.
"Are you hungry?" he gently asked.
"Yes I am, Shyamji."
"I am sorry, but I didn't really cook or buy anything. I misread the way things ended last night. And I was sure you weren't coming."
"That's okay, Shyamji"
He moved his face as if to kiss me on the lips. I don't know if he decided if it was still too intimate an act or if he was mindful of the fact that I had just swallowed his cum. But he eventually changed course and just kissed me on my cheeks.
"Let's see what's in the kitchen. I always eat at your place most of the time so it's not really very well stocked."
Lovingly holding my hand, he took me to the small kitchen. It really wasn't very well stocked. He pushed around a few boxes. Other than Maggi, there didn't seem to be anything we could eat.
"Let's go to a restaurant." he said."It will be my treat."
"Ok, I said."
He picked up his keys and walked to the door. I followed him feeling a little panicked. Then he stopped.
"Oh shit, I have gotten so used to seeing you like this." he slapped his forehead. "You obviously can't go out like this."
"I can go get some of your clothes." he said.
"As you wish."
He stopped and smiled.
"You really walked over like this?"
"Did anyone see you?"
"No, Shyamji. No one was around."
He opened the door and poked his head out.
"It's still quite deserted." he said. "It will be very exciting to see you walk outside in the afternoon sun, naked."
"Whatever you wish, Shyamji." I said.
"Quick let's go before someone shows up."
He said he wanted to enjoy it. But I guess he was too nervous. When you used to get me naked out in public, you were always so relaxed and patient. He was not. He grabbed my arm and almost ran me to our door. We quickly got in.
"That was fun." he said, laughing. "You are a masterpiece, Bhabhiji."
He hugged and kissed me.
"Okay, you can get dressed now."
"Okay, Shyamji. Anything particular you would like me to wear?"
He thought about my question a little.
"Yes....that nice dark green shirt you wore the other day. But with a bra. We don't want waiters losing their mind. And that short skirt you wore that night we......no no.....that is too bold for this small town. Jeans will be fine."
"As you wish, Shyamji."
I got dressed quickly. We went to a permit room restaurant in that hotel on the highway, me riding double-seat on his scooter.
Oh my giddy Aunt!!! Oh my giddy Aunt!!
Superb twist just as she starts the BJ!! Now that he knows about explicit instructions, the fun starts....check how he got her to run naked to her house with him. He's getting daring!!
Nicely done mate.
Just one small pointer (mostly due to the forum that it is on).
Have a clear end to your story. Irrespective of how you get there.
Close the story to best of your abilities once you know you have taken it as far as you care to.
Your work is really good and really looking forward to your next updates.
(Gautam narration begins)
I was extremely hard after hearing all these details and I wanted to fuck my wife right then and there. But my phone rang for the fifth or sixth time and it was the factory staff. They had been calling all morning as Bela told me the story and I had ignored the calls. But they were getting harder to ignore now. So I answered.
"Yes....yes I just got back from Delhi. Okay....well, can't you just ask Shyam? Oh he went to the bank? Okay, well, I will be there soon."
I was annoyed to be interrupted like this in the middle of her narrative, but the work issue really was important. And Shyam, presumably worried that I might come and kick his ass, had made some excuse about needing to go to the bank and left the office.
"Bela, I really need to go to the office."
"So just tell me...." I was about to ask her the main question. Did she and Shyam have actual sex eventually? But so far, her narrative had been slow and coaxed, with a few pensive sobs. Besides there seemed to be a look of dread in anticipation, so I didn't spring it. Instead I asked, "...what happened at lunch?"
"Oh." her face relaxed. "Lunch was mostly uneventful. He took me to the permit room restaurant. We had food and a few drinks."
"We...we? You had alcohol?" I was surprised. Bela didn't drink. I had gotten her to taste it a few times, but she always mad a bad face saying she didn't like the bitter taste. So I never really pushed it.
"Well, he said he wanted me to." she shrugged. Oh how badly I wanted to know how far she had gone in doing what he wanted to.
"Hmmm....so you got drunk?"
"Just a little." she blushed. "Anyway, a few drinks and dinner. He did caress me and fondle me a little when we were sitting at a dark corner booth. But nothing more. We came back after that, picking some groceries. Except we took a taxi back. He looked too drunk to drive, so I managed to convince him to pick up his scooter from there later."
"Okay, good call."
And I got another phone call.
"Yes yes, I am coming!" I answered angrily and stepped out.
At the office, I had to spend about an hour solving the issues that had arisen in my absence. One of the junior supervisors also let it slip that during the weekend, they had called Shyam many times, but he rarely answered, and when he did, made some excuse to not come in.
Finally, I got some down time. Shyam had still not returned from his supposed trip to the bank. I thought about calling him, but decided to let it go, in case he was still terrified. Besides, I had something else in mind.
I made sure my door was locked, plugged headphones into the computer, and opened the recording program's interface. Even if I couldn't get personal narrations from Bela, I could still watch everything that had happened.
For the first half hour, I fast forwarded through the footage of the time Bela had already described. The tiled view of footage from different cameras was quite faithful to what she had told me. Friday evening, he came over, she cooked and served him drinks. Then he asked her to take her clothes off in the kitchen. Them sitting at the table and eating, and later sitting in the living room. And then the panicked way in which Shyam suddenly left.
I kept going at rapid pace through the footage. Bela had indeed stayed just in her bra all night and the next morning, taking it off only for her bath. Then I saw her poke her head out the door, scan the outsides carefully, and step out. I switched over to the cameras from Shyam's house.
Here too, the footage confirmed the story. After some confusion and hesitation about Bela showing up at his door nearly naked, he had commanded her to suck his dick. Which she had done. And swallowed. And then they left. I fast forwarded some more through the footage of the empty house when they were at lunch. And then pressed normal play when I saw the door to Shyam's house opening again.
Shyam and Bela had clearly returned from lunch. He had an arm around her and was humming some song. He sounded drunk for sure. And she seemed a little tipsy too. They both walked into the living room.
"I will be right back." he said, pushing her onto the couch and taking the grocery bags to the kitchen.
She sat on the couch, with a far-off look in her eyes, looking gorgeous in the tight t-shirt and jeans. I noticed some stains on her chest. I zoomed in and realized that they were finger stains right on her boobs. Bela had mentioned that he fondled her in the restaurant. From the looks of it, he did it more than once without wiping his hands. So the stains told a clear story, of her boobs being squeezed over the shirt.
Surely the waiters and other patrons in the restaurant must have seen the stains, as well as the shopkeepers where they bought the groceries. It made me feel even more turned on, that she had walked around in public with these obvious signs of groping with Shyam. Maybe she herself had been too tipsy to notice.
Shyam returned to the couch later, carrying his laptop. I could see his pants were open and his erect dick was sticking out. Bela noticed it too and stared at his erect dick, following it until he sat down heavily next to her. He exhaled and smiled, putting his laptop on the coffee table in front of him.
"So Bhabhiji, what kind of porn would you like to watch?"
"Whatever you like, Shyamji." she said, slurring a little.
"Hmmm...I like porn scenes with latina women. Because they look very Indian and have great bodies. Just like you." he said, rubbing his dick.
Bela leaned forward and looked at the laptop as he was starting the video. My cameras were placed in a way that I could not see the screen of the laptop. But I could hear some sounds coming from it.
"I like this one. She looks so much like you. Petite body, pretty face, nice big boobs, thick black hair, great butt. And her face is so much like yours. I keep searching for her videos. Her name is Evie Delatosso." he said.
Bela stared at the screen and nodded. I had never heard of this porn star so I quickly googled her. And sure enough, she did have a striking resemblance to my wife, although Bela's nose was slightly longer and sharper and lips were fuller. I was tempted to pause the footage and check out a few of her porn videos. But then I realized, why watch porn of a look-alike of my wife when I have the actual erotic footage of my wife? So I continued.
Bela was keenly staring at the screen as Shyam reached over with his right hand and unbuttoned her jeans. He slipped the hand inside her panties and moved it slowly up and down. Bela moaned and arched her back, making her ample boobs jut out.
"Remember that night when we were watching the movie. And you were next to me."
She nodded, still staring at the screen with glazed eyes.
"Did sir tell you to do all that?"
"No." she replied in a whisper.
"You did it on your own?"
She just shrugged, hear breathing getting heavier as Sham's hand inside her pants started moving faster.
"You're a naughty girl, aren't you, Bhabhiji? I mean sir definitely is kinky, but you....you are no less. Walking outside naked like that."
Shyam took his right hand out of her pants and his left hand off his dick. He then put both hands in the waist of her jeans and tugged. Bela raised her butt and Shyam very slowly, almost like in a porn movie, turned her on her side and slipped down her jeans and panties. Her perfect creamy ass was gradually revealed. Throughout that, he kept chatting her up.
"Have you done that before? Being naked outdoors?"
"Yes, Shyamji." she said absent-mindedly, eyes still focused on the porn scene.
"Sometimes he takes me out on a walk in the countryside and strips me. And I walk around like that." she said in a throaty voice.
"And do you have sex outdoors?"
"Wow!!!" he said, as he took her jeans and panties off completely.
He looked at the screen for a few seconds.
"You see that? Would you like me to do that to you?"
"Whatever.....you wish, Shyamji."
"I want to do that."
Was this it? Was this when Shyam fucked my wife? I leaned forward in anticipation and watched.
Shyam got off the bed, and held Bela by her shoulders. He then pushed her so she was laying down on the couch, her head resting against the arm-rest. He then got on the couch on his knees. And grabbed a hold of my wife's knees.
And then he lowered his face towards her pussy.
No penetration yet. I suppose the scene had someone going down on Evie. And that is what Shyam proceeded to do to Bela. His tongue lapped at her clit and her landing trip, tentatively at first, and then clumsily. Bela kept staring at the screen, her right hand in her hair and her left hand on Shyam's semi bald head. And for the next few minutes, Shyam gave oral sex to my wife.
I don't think he was very good at it though. I had given Bela cunnilingus many times, and she was always a lot more responsive to me than she was being to him. It's not like she was totally inert here. But those typical archings and unarchings of her back and her shivering hips were missing. She seemed more turned on by watching what was on the screen than what Shyam was doing.
"Your turn." he said after a few minutes of licking her.
Then on his knees, he advanced along the couch until his thighs were under her armpits. He took a look at the screen again.
"I want to do that now."
He clumsily pulled up Bela's t-shirt and took it off. He then put his fingers inside her bra cups and took her big tits out.
"Do what she is doing." he said, caressing her cheeks.
Bela looked at the screen and nodded. Then she straightened slightly, put both her hands on the outsides of her huge boobs, and wrapped them around Shyam's erect dick. And then Shyam started titty-fucking my wife.
"Look at me." Shyam said.
She took her eyes off the screen and looked into his eyes with an inert expression.
"Your boobs are so nice and big and firm and soft, Bhabhiji. This feels great. I have been dreaming of doing this for a long time. Do you like it?"
"Whatever you like, Shyamji." she said.
For me, watching the scene was incredibly erotic. Here was my wife, pretty much naked except for that bra not serving any purpose, lying down on a couch. My ugly balding paunching subordinate was straddling her torso. And she held her big tits obediently together as his dick slipped up and down between them. The sight was undeniably erotic.
But the thing about titty-fucking is, its erotic appeal is in its visuals and its unusual nature. It looks kinky on screen. But I knew from years of personal experience that in terms of pure physical pleasure, it is not that great, for the woman or for the man. For the woman, it's just a shaft moving up and down between her tits, offering no real pleasure. And even for the man, the tits clasped together don't offer the kind of wetness or friction that you get from the mouth or the cunt. It's only the idea that oh my god, my dick is fucking these big tits that is erotic.
It turned out to be enough for Shyam though. Because a couple of minutes of titty-fucking Bela and he suddenly groaned. He put his hands around his dick, and it started shooting jizz all over my wife's big tits. Some splashes hit her chin and neck too. She seemed a little taken aback at how quickly he had ejaculated once again.
"Oh...oh sorry Bhabhiji....is it okay that I came on your boobs?" he asked, sounding genuinely sorry.
"It's okay, Shyamji." she said calmly.
"You can go wash up." he said, getting off her couch.
And Bela ran to the bathroom.
Shyam admired her jiggling ass cheeks as she ran and sighed. Then he sat down on the couch again and started watching the porn scene again. Through the audio feed, I could hear soft sounds coming from that scene. They were telltale "yes fuck me harder" type sounds, which meant that the action on the screen had now moved on to actual sex. Shyam stared at it wistfully.
I am sure he was thinking, when would he get to do it to Bela? When should he tried to do it to Bela? So far, my wife had made him cum three times. That first night last month, using her hands. The second time earlier in the day, in her mouth. And this third time, her tits. The next step seemed obvious. But would it ever be crossed?
I had the same question. I had told Bela that she was to do what he wants. But I had made it amply clear, that she did not have to do anything she did not want. I wanted her to be a willing submissive, not a mindless slave. So far whatever she had done, her wanting to do it or at least not minding it, was understandable. After all, that night last month, she had initiated the actual physical action with Shyam, not me. She had voluntarily offered to jack him off and then done it. So today, the blowjob and the titty-fucking seemed okay.
But actual sex? Was that in her mind, something she wanted to do with Shyam? Granted that she had already done it with Riaz. But Riaz was a young handsome lad with a model like body that she had obviously gotten turned on by. Shyam was the exact opposite of that. A physical attraction was unlikely. But maybe a situational one?
So even after hearing about and seeing all that had happened until that Saturday afternoon, my biggest question was still un-answered. Had Shyam fucked my wife?
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