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"Do you..." he hesitated, "want me to repay you in kind?"

"What?" Bela asked, confused.

"Well, you helped me orgasm. Using your hand. I can do the same....." Chandan offered.

"No!" Bela firmly interrupted.

"Can I at least see you fully naked? Get a look at your beautiful cunt?" he asked.

And the word "cunt" pushed a button inside Bela. She looked at him, shocked and angry for a few seconds, and then slammed the window shut.

Bela says she was upset and guilty the whole night about what she had done. But I wondered if that was the case. I wondered if she had fingered herself to an orgasm later. I asked her, but she got offended and refused emphatically. Chandan knocked on her window a few times, but she did not respond, and he, wisely surmising that things had gone a lot better than he would have expected as it is, did not stay on for long. At least not that night.

After telling me all these events in great detail, Bela more or less rushed through a lot of whatever happened next. She said that for a week or so more, things repeated themselves on a regular basis. Chandan would come to the window, she would strip down to her panties, and give him a handjob. She never let him touch her and steadfastly refused to take off her panties and show him her most "private place" for several nights.

Then came the big night. When a lot of things happened. Things had gone on predictably. Chandan came to the window. She opened it, already in her panties. She gave him a handjob, something she was now getting the hang of. After he came, again on the wall like always, Bela started to close the window, but Chandan stopped it with his hand.

"Wait!" he said.

"What???" she asked, annoyed.

"Come on, we have been doing this for so many days now. You have to take off your panties." he pleaded.

"No!" Bela said, firmly.

"Please! Why are you refusing? It's just a small matter." he pressed on.

"It's not a small matter. It's my.... private place... I can't show that to you!" Bela said.

"Okay, I understand that. So here's a compromise. Let's agree on something halfway." Chandan said, having clearly thought this out.

"Halfway?" Bela asked.

"Here's what you can do if you don't want to show me your cun.... private place. Turn around, and lower your panties down to your thighs. And just let me see that lovely butt of yours naked." Chandan said.

"No.." said Bela, but not as firmly.

"Come on, it's a compromise. just that amazing ass of yours. I have seen its fantastic shape through the panties anyway. What's the harm in giving me a small peek? Just for a few seconds?" he almost begged.

Bela stayed silent, considering his proposal. She did have a big mental block about showing him her cunt. But her ass, she found herself thinking, was not that big a deal. He had seen her boobs and the rest of her body anyway. Maybe there was no harm in just giving him a peek.

"Please?" Chandan asked again.

"Okay...." Bela said after a few more moments of silence. "But only for a few seconds."

"Yes, yes, absolutely. Just for a few moments." Chandan said, delighted.

Bela turned around, took a few steps into the room, bent over slightly, and started sliding her panties down.

"Oh YES!!!" Chandan said happily.

Bela rolled the panties down slowly, one millimeter at a time, and her perfect asscheeks started coming into his view. Chandan kept cheering her on and she kept rolling the panties down, until her whole ass was exposed. Then she just stood like that, her ass thrust out for a few more seconds, enjoying the new feeling of mooning herself.

That's when she heard the familiar low slapping sound start. Chandan had gotten hard again and was jacking off once more. She smiled to herself, and although she had agreed to just a few seconds, stood like that, her ass naked and the panties around her thighs, for a good minute or so. The slapping noise started getting faster, indicating that Chandan was close to cumming when suddenly,

"YOU DIRTY OLD MAN!!!" a voice cried out and the low slapping noise was replaced by loud noises of actual slaps. Bela turned around in shock and saw her mother hitting Chandan very hard on his face and back.

Chandan, fully naked, was trying to run away but Bela's mom kept hitting him. Finally he managed to push her away, grabbed his clothes and ran, jumping over the wall and onto his side of the balcony. Bela, once she got over the shock of what had happened, quickly got dressed, and waited for the hammer to fall.

What followed was a lot of scolding, crying and recriminations. Bela's mother said that she had noticed some strange stains on the outside of the wall near Bela's window, and gotten suspicious. She had assumed someone was sneaking up to their roof, peeking in from the window and jacking off near it. But she never expected her innocent daughter to be a willing party to the whole thing.

The noise made her father wake up and come upstairs too, and it was only with a great deal of self-control that he stopped himself from hitting Bela for what she had done. Bela was told to stay downstairs all the time, and scolded and chided for a couple of days. Berated for acting like a wanton slut and besmirching the family's heard-earned reputation. Finally her parents made their decision. They had to get her married right away before the news of her "affair" with Chandan spread in the community. They had no choice but to get her married to the next guy suggested.

And that guy happened to be me. She was married to me. I was apparently not the ideal choice according to her father, but he said Bela's actions had turned them into beggars, and beggars can't be choosers.

After that night, Bela never saw Chandan again. She heard from the maid that he had taken off to go to his native village. But it was a relief to Bela as well as her parents when there were no murmurs or rumors of anything between Bela and Chandan. By a stroke of luck or due to Chandan's discretion, Bela's "honor" was still intact.

"And that's all there is." Bela said, concluding the narration of her pre-marital erotic history.

"Nice!" I said.

"You think I am a total slut, don't you?" Bela asked.

"No sweetheart, I don't. Trust me, compared to the stuff I have done, whatever you did is barely beginner material. It was very erotic to hear you tell me about it though." I said, caressing her face.

"Yes, but you are a man. Men can do those things. A woman should..." Bela said and trailed off.

"Nonsense! A woman should be a virgin on her wedding night even when the man goes and sleeps around? Those are such medieval thoughts." I said. "You should know by now that's not how I think."

Bela smiled and hugged me tightly.

"So tell me something, Bela." I asked her. "Do you think that if you had not gotten caught, things might have moved further?"

She stayed silent.

"Well?"

"What do you mean further?" Bela asked.

"Further as in... would you have let him see you fully naked? Maybe..." I paused for a long time, sure that what I was about to say next would offend her, "......even let him fuck you?"

To my surprise, Bela did not over-react. She just kept her head on my chest, thought for a while, then looked into my eyes and said,

"I honestly don't know."

When I woke up the next morning, Bela's side of the bed was empty. I got up and went to the kitchen and saw her dressed in a sari. Which was a surprise, since she had pretty much stopped wearing any clothes around the house recently. I went close to her and hugged her and kissed her. She kissed me back very cursorily, and her face looked worn down with worry.

"What's the matter sweetheart?" I asked, "You look worried."

She didn't say anything, just kept working at chopping veggies. I repeated the question a couple of times, but she didn't reply. And it looked as if she was ready to cry. Wisely, I backed off, leaving her alone. The events of last night had been great for me and she seemed to have enjoyed them too, but clearly, in the morning she was looking at things differently. She seemed to have a case of what they call buyer's remorse.

So I left Bela to her thoughts and work, and went to get ready. I was already very late for work and there was an important job at the factory I had to go oversee. After I got ready, I saw that Bela had laid out the breakfast and packed a lunch box for me. And she had gone to take a shower. I thought of waiting for her to come back and get her to talk about what she was feeling or thinking, but decided against it.

When I got to the factory, Shyam was already there supervising some workers. He politely wished me good morning, but other than the absolute essentials he needed to consult me on, avoided me for the whole day. I also did not make any effort to talk to him. Not out of design, but because I was too focused on the work at hand.

Later on in the afternoon, I got a call from Bela,

"Listen, I have a headache so won't be cooking today. Please tell Shyamji not to come over for dinner." she said.

"I could go get food from a restaurant in town and we could still eat with him." I said.

"No!" Bela said in a stern tone. "Get the food, but only for us. He can eat on his own."

I thought about coaxing her, but something in her tone made me back off. I agreed and told Shyam. He did not seem to mind. In fact, he seemed relieved when I told him. I guess after last night's events, he was dreading the next encounter as much as Bela was.

In the evening, I went to the town, got a lot of food packed, and came home. Bela was still in a sari when she opened the door. Her face did not look as tense as in the morning, but she was not completely normal either. Without saying anything, she took the food from my hand and headed to the kitchen to lay it out. We ate in silence. I decided to wait for her to say something, anything. But she kept quiet.

After we got done with dinner, she said her head was still hurting so she was going to go to sleep early tonight. I let her go to the bedroom and sat there watching TV. I was not too worried by Bela's sudden retreat into a shell. Last night had been a big one for her. She had gone from being a passive but willing participant to a proactive player in our games with Shyam. And she had told me in great detail the dalliances from her past. For a conservative straight-laced woman like Bela, that was the equivalent of going to the moon. So her being disturbed by whatever happened, and having difficulty coming to terms with it was natural.

For the next few days, Bela stayed reticent. She started talking a lot more, but was now always fully dressed, and in a sari no less. She didn't mention Shyam, so I did not ask her if we should invite him for dinner either. On his part, Shyam was also in a reclusive mood, and seemed to have taken it as a given that our games had ended. I decided to give them both some time before I did anything. Bela became approachable in bed again, and was enjoying sex, but the crazed tigress in her seemed to have taken a leave. The sex was good, but not mindblowing like it had been until recently.

Then a week later, a small incident occurred that rekindled Bela's fires. By itself, it was not at all a major event. But it did end up feeding her exhibitionist side again, a side that she had been starving. Here's what happened.

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One morning, I left for work as usual. When I got to work, there was a man waiting for me. He had been sent to fix high speed broadband cables for the factory. And since I was the manager, he would wire up my house too. Until then, our internet access had been limited to a wireless card. I was so excited at the prospect of having high speed internet that I decided to take him home first and have him fit the cables there before he got working on the factory.

So I drove back home with him right away, returning home barely half an hour after I had left. With him next to me, I rang the door bell. There was no response. So I rang the bell again a couple of times.

"Coming." came Bela's voice. Then I heard her feet approach the door and ask, "Who is it?"

"It's me." I answered.

"Oh, okay." Bela said and opened the door.

The sight that awaited us made the internet man's eyes pop out in amazement. Bela was standing at the door, a towel wrapped around her body, and her hair completely wet. She had obviously been in the shower. It's not like the towel was short or anything. It came down to her knees, and covered her boobs and cleavage completely. But the sight of my pretty wife, wrapped in just a towel, her body half wet and her hair fully wet, was enough to get the man surprised. To his credit, he immediately averted his eyes and looked towards the floor.

Bela, taken aback at seeing a strange man with me, jumped behind the door and said,

"Why didn't you say someone was with you?" she asked in a slightly upset tone of voice.

"I was going to, but you opened the door at once." I said, stepping inside the house. "Anyway, this man is here to install broadband cables in our house."

I beckoned him to come in, and he walked inside, eyes still firmly planted on the floor. Bela grabbed the tucked portion of her towel with both her hands and stood there. I expected her to run inside and get dressed. But she just stood there, with a flushed expression on her face. And I realized, she was enjoying how the man was feeling uncomfortable at the sight of her clad only in a wet towel.

I led the man towards the main phone line, showed him where the television was. He followed me, very consciously trying not to look at Bela. Bela, instead of going and getting dressed, surprised me and followed us! As I registered her presence behind me, i looked at her with raised eyebrows. The man also sneaked a peek at her, and then looked away.

"I just want to know where the wires will be." Bela said feebly, as if giving an excuse for her presence. I smiled in my mind, and kept instructing the man about the layout. Bela followed us all the while, her wet hair dripping water all over the floor. By then, the man had gotten comfortable enough to look at her once in a while, although he was still careful not to stare openly.

Bela, who until then seemed to have a plain expression on her face, seemed to be getting slightly annoyed. I was not sure why. For a while, I wondered if she wanted me to take the lead, take the towel off and expose her nakedness to the guy. But that seemed a little excessive, given Bela's current mood, and even if that was what she wanted, it seemed too risky. The games with Shyam, a colleague who could be trusted, were one thing. But doing too much in front of this man, whom I did not know at all, could be fraught with danger. I ignored Bela's annoyed look and kept leading the guy around the house.

"Alright, I will start laying the cables right away." The guy said after I had finished explaining the whole layout to him.

"I'll go get dressed." Bela said in an almost throaty voice, and started walking away. And that's when she did something small but significant.

As she walked away, the wet towel wrapped tightly around her body was accentuating her magnificent ass. Both the guy and I could not resist out male instincts to gaze at her ass as it sashayed away. But a few seconds later, Bela stopped. I watched, spellbound as she untucked the end of the towel that was holding it up, caught the other end in her hand, and opened the towel, holdings its ends on either side of her body for a brief moment. The towel was still covering her nakedness from where the guy and I were standing. And then instantly, she wrapped it again, tighter, tucked it in and resumed walking.

And then I realized why Bela had seemed annoyed. I remembered how she got upset at Chandan for not paying too much attention even when she was exposing herself. I guessed that she felt the guy here was doing the same thing. She wanted him to openly stare and ogle at her. Instead he had been taking peeks at her discreetly, which I saw but she probably did not. And so she had pulled this little unwrap-rewarp stunt to tease him.

I looked at the guy and his eyes were about to pop out. He did not get a look at anything. But he was obviously thrilled at the thought that a beautiful young woman's boobs and pussy had just been on display a few feet away from him. Sure, he didn't get to see them, but the situation itself was enough to make him break into a sweat. He kept staring at Bela until she disappeared into the bedroom and closed the door behind her.

Finally he turned to look at me, realized that I had caught him staring at my wife, and immediately blushed a little. He picked up his bag and started taking the equipment out. I went to the bedroom, pushed the door open and walked in. I smiled at the sight I saw. Bela was dressed, but for the first time in days, she was not wearing a sari. Instead, she was wearing a skirt that went to mid-thigh and a tank-top. She heard me walk in, looked at me and smiled. Smiled in the free and carefree manner that I had not seen her in for days.

I walked towards her and hugged her in my embrace. I had meant to just hug her, kiss her, maybe cop a feel and then head out. But what Bela did next shocked and awed me. She pushed me hard, making me fall on the bed. Then she ran and bolted the bedroom door shut, and as she was rushing back to the bed, started taking her few clothes off. By the time she reached me, she was completely naked.

Like a starved nun, she unbuckled my pants and pulled them down. Her crazed display had already made me hard. Right away, she got on top of me, took my dick inside her and starting humping. And, to my surprise, started moaning and groaning loudly. Really loudly. I smiled, grabbed hold of her waist and thrust my dick into her cunt harder, and she yelled out,

"YES! YES! HARDER! FUCK ME!!!"

That really surprised me. I was about to tell her to be careful, because the internet guy might hear when it struck me. She was doing this precisely so he could hear. So he would know that she was in the bedroom, naked and getting fucked. That really turned me on. I wrapped my hands around her back and pulled her down to me until her boobs were squished against my chest. And I started fucking her hard. Bela kept shouting dirty words and obscenities. This renewed sluttiness of my wife obviously had an effect on me and within minutes, I started pumping her cunt with my seed.

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As soon as I finished filling her with my seed, Bela started kissing me passionately and running her hands up and down my chest. I kissed her back and was about to lay her on her back and go down on her when suddenly she jumped off me. With the towel, she cleaned the stickiness down there and started putting her clothes on again. I was amused and curious at what was happening. What exactly did Bela have in mind, I wondered.

I lay there, with my dick hanging out, as Bela got dressed in the tank top and the skirt and said to me,

"I am going to the kitchen to cook." And she left the bedroom.

I got dressed too and went out. The guy was busy taping some cables together and looked at me as I walked out. He gave me a blank look and I returned the blank look too. Bela was already at the kitchen table, taking out vegetables to chop them. I picked up a magazine from the living room, went to the dining table and sat there.

I pretended to read the magazine as I tried to read my wife's mind. Did she want me to expose her to this guy like I had exposed her to Shyam? I thought of testing the waters by first fondling her in front of him to see how she reacted. But then I decided to just wait and see what she did. The guy kept working, Bela kept cooking and I kept reading the magazine. Finally, half an hour later or so, I was about to take Bela to the living room and try something when the man poked his head in the kitchen.

"Sir, one minute." he said, throwing a quick glance at Bela and then back at me.

"Yes?" I asked.

"Sir, the router is not working. I will have to get another one." he said.

"Okay, so get it." I said.

"Our store-room is far away. I won't be able to get it today. I can come tomorrow and install it."

Ah, I thought to myself. I am sure the router is fine. This bugger just wants an excuse to come to the house again.

"Okay, so come tomorrow." I said.

"Okay Sir." he said, then paused and said, "Maybe you should tell me about the factory layout too."

I nodded and got up to take him back to the factory. Then, on an impulse I turned around and went to the kitchen table where Bela was standing.

"I have to go honey." I said, putting my hands around her. "I'll miss you."

And then I kissed her for a good 30 seconds or so in full view of the guy. And after breaking the kiss, for good measure, spanked her on her ass really hard. Bela just giggled and got back to her work.

The rest of the day, I kept planning what I would do next day. When the idea first struck me, I dismissed it, thinking it was too stupid and risky. But then I reasoned with myself that there really wasn't a big risk. If anything, there was a big upside. If things went according to plan, I'd get to see what Bela was capable of in my absence.

So here's what happened the next day. The man landed up with another router and his equipment at the factory at about 10 am. I drove him to our house, and knocked on the door. Bela opened the door, clad once more in a tank top and a short skirt. After letting us in, she gave me a big smile and went back to the kitchen where she had been working.

The man, whose name I learnt was Riaz, got to work in the living room. I watched him work for a while and then, when he wasn't looking at me, took my phone out and hit the ringer button. The phone started ringing as if I was getting a call. I turned the ringer off, put the phone to my ear, and strolling towards the entrance connecting the kitchen and the living room, said,

"Hello? Yes.....oh hi!....oh I didn't know..... well, that's great...... oh sure, absolutely....... yes I know it....it's just 80 kilometers away. Okay, I'll see you then."

And I pretended to disconnect the call. Bela turned around and looked at me questioningly.

"Sorry darling, that was a senior VP from our company. He is coming to Basantpur which is a couple of hours away for a client meeting and wants me to join him for lunch. For, you know, updates on the factory." I said.

"Okay...." Bela said uncertainly.

"So I'll have to get going. I'll be back by the evening, okay?" I said, gave her a peck on the cheek and left.

"But....what about him?" Bela whispered.

"He'll finish his work soon and get going. You don't have to pay him anything, so if he asks, just tell him to talk to me." I said and walked to the living room again.

Riaz had obviously heard everything I said. I went up to him and said,

"I have to go to Basantpur for some urgent work. You keep working here, and finish everything off today. And then, just walk tot he factory. It is not too far."

"Ok sir." he said.

"Bye darling." I shouted, took my keys and walked out of the door. I got in my car and drove away. And for all that Bela and Riaz knew, I was headed towards Basantpur, 80 km away.

But obviously, I was not. My plan was to sneak back to the house and see what happened next. In the morning when she was in the bathroom, I had purposely unlocked all the windows in the house, but kept them closed, so that Bela would still think they were locked. But I would be able to open them slightly from outside and observe what was going on.

My intentions behind doing all this were simple. I wanted to see how far Bela would go with a strange man without me around. Would she try something or would she just go into shutdown mode? I also wanted to see how Riaz would react if she tried something. And how she reacted to whatever he tried to do. Which one of them if anyone, would make the first move? Bela had already teased Riaz a little the previous day, with the towels stunt and then screaming like a banshee while fucking me when he was in the house. Would Riaz take that as a signal to do something? Would Bela try another such stunt? So many questions!

And of course, if Riaz tried something excessive, I would be right there outside the house to stop it all. So I parked the car behind a tree about half a kilometer from my house. And then I started walking back to the house, my chest thumping with anticipation.

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In excitement, I almost ran half the way to the house. Then I decided to take precautions. I crossed an empty lot to the back of the house, which has no windows, so there would be no chance of Bela seeing me. I crouched behind trees and bushes until I got to our compound, and then jumped over the wall quietly. I took out my phone and put it in vibrate mode, so just in case she called me, she wouldn't hear the ring tone.

I rushed to the back wall of the house and took my shoes off, to make sure my footsteps weren't audible. I then gradually crept along the wall until I was outside the living room window. I gently opened the window so there was a gap of a few inches and peeked in. I saw Riaz was still laying out the wires and taping them to the wall. It had been just 15 or 20 minutes since I left, so I was not surprised to find everything perfectly normal.

Next, I tiptoed towards the kitchen windows. There are two windows in the kitchen. One right above the stove, and I obviously could not peek through it, because Bela would see me. The other window was in the side wall, towards the back. It also has curtains. I slowly pulled it slightly open, moved the window and saw that Bela was working at the stove. The pressure cooker was making hissing noises and there was another pot on the second burner. Bela looked very engrossed in cooking, and I couldn't help but gaze admiringly at her butt which was being outlines through her short skirt.

I stood there staring at her for a good ten minutes or so and then got bored. I tiptoed back to the living room window, and peeked in to see Riaz busy with the cables and the router. I watched him work for about fifteen minutes, getting really impatient. I started thinking that my "plan" had been a little too ambitious. Nothing was going to happen. Bela was too shy to do anything drastic in my absence, and Riaz was too scared to piss off the wife of the man who was paying for his work.

That's when Riaz made what can be considered the first move. He got up and started unbuttoning his shirt. What the hell, I wondered. Was he just going to get naked and attack my wife? Looks like I would have to intervene sooner than expected. But once he took off his shirt and his under-vest, he got back to work again. I was confused. Why did he take off his shirt? It was a warm day, but not really that hot. And his work wasn't exactly strenuous enough to make him sweat buckets. Nevertheless, here he was, shirtless, working on the router. I noticed that Riaz had a very well toned and muscular body with impressive biceps. If he wanted, he could have easily been an underwear model.

And then I thought - is that what he is trying to do? Trying to impress Bela with his toned physique? Maybe he was. But Bela was still in the kitchen, and from where she was sitting could not see him. If he had some cunning plans to impress her, surely he would have gone to the kitchen under some excuse? Or maybe, he was playing the waiting game. This way, she would see him on her own.... ahhh.... I was over-thinking everything. I just stood there, waiting to see what would happen next.

Finally, about ten minutes later, Bela walked out of the kitchen, probably to go to the bathroom. She took a few steps into the living room passage, when her eyes fell on Riaz, whose back was turned towards her. She gave a start an just stood there. He heard her and turned around, looking at her wordlessly. They started at each other for a few seconds. And from my vantage point, I could see that Bela was staring at his toned chest, her mouth slightly open. I have a trim torso, but not really muscular or well-defined. I remembered her describing the servant Chandan, the only other man she had seen fully naked, as having a flabby body. So this was the first time in her life that Bela had seen such an impressive physique at such close quarters.

"Where's your shirt?" she finally managed to say something.

"There." Riaz pointed to the floor where he had kept it. "I was feeling very hot, so took it off."

I expecting him to ask her next if she had any problems with it. But Riaz just turned around and started working on the router. And although Bela could not see it, I could - there was a sly grin on his face. He knew that his chiseled torso had made Bela's heart skip a beat. And I knew that the first die in this came had been cast.

Bela stared at his turned back for a couple of seconds, opened her mouth as if to say something else, then decided against it and started walking to the bathroom. She pushed the bathroom door open and just stood there for a second. Then she slowly turned around and looked at Riaz whose back was still facing her. And then she stepped away from the bathroom and instead headed towards the bedroom and slammed the door shut loudly.

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Riaz heard the door slam and turned around, confused. He stared at the door for a couple of seconds and then smiled at himself and got back to work.

I was intrigued by Bela's sudden decision to go to the bedroom. I had unlocked the bedroom window too, so I decided to go and risk taking a peek. I tiptoed my way around the side wall and was just a couple of feet away from the window, about to open it when I was startled. The window opened by itself! I realized at once that Bela had opened the window, and I took a few steps backwards softly. I breathed a sigh of relief. A few seconds later and Bela would have caught me. But why did she open the window, I wondered. I bent my head downwards and extended it and suddenly caught a glimpse of Bela's skirt, and rushed backwards. For some reason, she was standing in the window. What was she doing? I had to see. But how?

I slid behind the side wall and looked around in desperation, trying to locate a place from where I could look at the window undetected. And then I saw it. A small bush at the back of the side compound wall. I could get a great view of the bedroom window from behind it. It was not very tall though, barely two feet. So if I had to hide behind it, I'd have to crawl on my stomach, like commandos, and mess up my shirt and pants. Oh well, I thought. I earn enough to not care about a set of clothes.

A minute later, I had jumped outside the compound, and crawled along the wall using my elbows until I was behind the bush. And the first glimpse I got of the window from my hidden spot was enough to convince me that all this crawling had been worth it. Because Bela was standing in the window, topless, her eyes closed, her hands gripping the window bars, thrusting her boobs out through the gaps between the windows. Her boobs were too big for the gap between the window, so each one had gotten pressed vertically. My wife was flashing her tits out the window, under the impression that there was no one outside. She was moving her body slowly up and down, making the window bars rub against her boobs. Had she done this for Chandan too, I wondered, but omitted to tell me? And had she been doing this regularly in our house when I was not at home? The thought gave me an instant hard-on.

Bela then took her hands off the window bars and put them on her boobs, playing with her nipples. I could see her chest heaving visibly, so she was definitely turned on and very breathless. She played with her nipples like that for a while and then stepped back. I wondered if she was finished playing with herself. But a few seconds later she reappeared. Or rather, her bare back and skirt covered butt reappeared. Gradually, she slipped the skirt down and took it off. Then she took her panties off, and thrust her ass out towards the window bars. Her round fleshy ass pressed against the window bars.

As turned on as I was at all this, what she did next absolutely blew my mind. She hitched herself up and sat sideways on the windowsill. Her side profile was visible to me, one breast, one outstretched leg, one luscious thigh and part of one butt cheek. It seemed to me for a few seconds that she was just sitting there with her eyes closed. But then I saw the movement of her hand going up and down behind her thigh and it hit me like a ton of bricks - my wife was masturbating! She was fingering herself! whenever I had asked her if she masturbated, she had either refused flat out or then avoided the question. I had started to suspect maybe she didn't know how to masturbate. A lot of girls from conservative families don't. But looking at the lustful expression on her upturned face, it was obvious that she knew what she was doing.

The movement of her hand got faster and faster, and she shut her eyes even more tightly, bit down on her lip, probably to avoid yelling out, and shuddered for a few seconds. For the first time in my life, I saw my wife masturbate. And it felt great. Once her orgasm subsided, she relaxed and slumped back a little, opening her eyes. And I saw a smile of extreme contentment flash across her face. After the novelty-driven excitement of seeing my wife finger herself subsided, a fact suddenly brought itself to my attention. This is why she had decided to suddenly head to the bedroom. Seeing Riaz's greek-god torso has turned her on so much that she just had to bring herself off right away. And I felt a slight tug of jealousy as I realized, she had probably been thinking of him and not me when she masturbated.

Bela sat at the window naked for a few more minutes, and then she suddenly turned her head to look inside. I saw her lips move as she said something and hurriedly started putting her clothes on. Within twenty seconds, working at astonishing speed, Bela put on her bra, panties, tank top and skirt. And then she closed the window. I lay there on the ground for a few seconds, letting the events of the last few minutes sink in. And then I got up and jumped over the compound, to go to the living room and see what had made Bela leave.

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I rushed on my tiptoes to the living room window which I had left slightly open when I was last there. I peeked in but could not see Riaz anywhere, at least not where I had seen him before. I opened the other side of the window slightly and peeked inside to check if he was at the other end of the living room. And sure enough, there he was. He was in the other corner of the living room, taping some cables together and putting paneling on them. I was disappointed to see he was in that corner. Because it was the farthest point from the window, almost 20 feet away. I really had to crane my neck to see the events there properly. And I was pretty sure I would not be able to hear anything being said there.

I was wondering where Bela was when she walked out of the kitchen with a bottle of cold water and a glass in her hand. I guessed then that Riaz had probably knocked on the door to ask for water. Bela walked over to him and handed him the bottle and the glass. I could see Riaz's lips moving, so he was saying something but I could not hear it. He took the bottle, and without using the glass, emptied half of it in his mouth. He then got up, and moved to the left. Which almost made me curse out loud with frustration. Because he was now out of my line of sight.

I did see some water splashing though, and Bela jumped back with a surprised look on her face. She was saying something, but the look on her face suggested that she was staring at Riaz's body very openly. I was getting frustrated at being unsighted from whatever was happening, when it suddenly struck me. If I went to the kitchen window above the stove and peeked in through them, it would give me a straight view of the spot Riaz was standing at. Since Bela was obviously not in the kitchen, I could risk using that window.

I literally sprinted towards the kitchen wall, carefully opened the window slightly, moved the curtains and peeked. Sure enough, I got a straight view. I was even farther away, almost 40 feet away, but at least I had a direct view. And what I saw was Riaz standing there, his hair, face, torso and part of his pants wet. And I realized that after drinking half the water, Riaz had emptied the rest of it on himself, apparently to cool himself down in the warm weather. The result was obvious. His rippling chest and abs, already impressive, looked even more alluring covered in water. Which explained the look I had seen on Bela's face a while back.

He had a smile on his face. Bela's back was towards me so I could not see her face. She was standing about 4 feet away from him. He was saying something to her. And then Bela shook her head. he said something again, and she shook her head again. I would have given my right arm to have had a secret mic in there. But all I could do was look.

And as I looked, I saw Riaz gently stretch his hand forward, take Bela's right hand in his, and put it on her chest. I felt another pang of jealousy as he let go of her hand, but she let it stay on his chest. She ran her fingers over his chest and over his abs, playing with his chest hair. And then, I watched in amazement as she leaned forward and started kissing and licking his ripped chest.

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I could not believe my eyes. My wife, who had been so shy and demure, was clearly enjoying herself thoroughly as she went to work on his chest. As if it was some huge piece of chocolate. Well, I guess it kinda was. Riaz's skin was dark brown in color, and with his well defined abs, it looked a bit like a chocolate bar. I was debating with myself whether I should walk in the door, and put on end to it, when suddenly Bela straightened. Riaz had been saying something to her, and I guessed he had said something stupid that upset her. But what she did next indicated that wasn't the case. Bela's hands reached for her tank top and in one swift motion took it off. Before I could even register the surprise at Bela exposing herself so readily to a common internet installation guy, she went one step further, unclasped her bra and took it off.

I stared at my wife's bare back in amazement, as she stood there, showing her magnificently big tits to Riaz. Riaz, who until then had been all smiles and comments, seemed taken aback by what he saw. His eyes almost bulged out, as he feasted them on my wife's amazing chest. I could understand how the sight took his breath away. But only for a few seconds. He broke out into a wide grin again and said something, pointing towards his chest.

In response, Bela took a couple of steps ahead, until she was, well, not exactly hugging him, but almost. It was clear that she was pressing her boobs against his muscles torso. They weren't hugging, not yet, because both their arms were still hanging by their sides. But the way Bela's back was moving, it was clear that she was mashing her big boobs against his chest. Then finally, Riaz raised his hands and put them on her shoulder blades and started moving her side to side. I imagine that must have made her boobs squish and roll on his chest.

In some corner of my brain, a voice was saying that this had gone too far. I had hoped that Bela would tease Riaz when I wasn't around, but things were moving too fast. Yet the sight of my milky white skinned wife, topless mashing her breasts against a dark skinned stranger aroused me beyond belief. I was sporting the biggest hard-on I ever had. And the hard-on got even harder, if that was possible at what Riaz did next.

He gently slid his hands down from her shoulders blades. And Bela still kept moving side to side, now fully into the rhythm. Riaz's hands slowly ventures south, over her lower back and then ended up on her skirt-covered ass. He grabbed one ass-cheek in each hand and gave it a squeeze. I expected Bela to react, but she did not. Riaz took it as a green signal to proceed further, and put his hands under her skirt. Even at that distance I could make out that the hands had made their way inside her panties and were fondling her ass directly. And if hands were on her ass, they obviously would have made contact with her pussy. But Bela was not resisting.

That really made me panic. I had been so sure of Bela's shyness that I never accounted for the possibility that Riaz could have an attractive and well-built body that could make her so easy to manipulate. What Chandan could never do and Shyam had never even attempted for weeks, Riaz had done almost right away. Technically, she had still not done anything with him that she had not done with Shyam. Shyam too had fingered her cunt right in front of me. She had even whacked him off. So I should not have panicked just yet. But Bela had been very much in control with Shyam, whereas here it seemed like she had become Riaz's personal toy.

I first decided to walk to the main door and knock on it. And end the whole thing right there. But then I realized that I would have to give some sort of an excuse that Bela would probably see through. Plus, I remembered how reclusive Bela had become after that night with Shyam, almost retreating into a shell because of some misplaced guilt. If she got caught by me while in the act, the guilt would have been so huge that Bela would have turned into the frigid unresponsive woman she was when we first married. All the progress she had made would be undone.

So I could not barge in. But I also needed to put some sort of a speed-breaker in the proceedings. Riaz's hands were by now massaging my wife's ass really hard, and I noticed that she had put her arms around him too. He must have definitely gotten an erection by now, and hugging him like she was, she must have definitely felt it. How do I stop this. That's when an idea struck me. Telephone! I was far away and could not hear them, so they could not hear me either. I could just call her up.

I took my cell phone out of my pocket and dialed the home number right away. The phone in the home started ringing, and both Riaz and Bela froze for a second. Bela started pushing him away to go answer the phone, but he kept his hands firmly on her ass, pinning her to him, saying something - probably that she should ignore the phone. but Bela kept struggling. After a few seconds, Riaz took his hands out of her panties, and Bela ran to the right where the phone was kept and put of my sight. The phone rang a couple more times, as Bela probably waited to regain her breath and make her voice sound normal.

Riaz was still standing there looking in the direction of my wife, when she finally answered.

"Hello." she said.

"Hi Bela. How're you doing?" I said in a low voice.

"I am fine. Are you in Basantpur?" she asked, her voice sounding almost normal. If I had not seen for myself what had happened, I would probably never have guessed that she had just been making out with another man.

"Yes, I am here." I said, then thought that I should add a reason for why I was speaking in such a low voice. "The VP is on a conference call a few feet away, so I can't talk loudly."

"Okay." she said and stayed silent. I looked into the house and noticed that Riaz had also gone out of my line of sight, probably next to Bela.

"Has the internet guy finished his work yet?" I asked.

"Yes... I mean no... I mean... he has done most of it. He is just finishing up." Bela said haltingly, giving away her confusion and inability to lie smoothly.

"I hope you didn't get naughty with him and tease him in your skimpy clothes." I said playfully.

"What? No, no. Come on, Gautam. What are you...." she said and suddenly there was a sound of a small slap. Not like someone slapping a face, but more like gently slapping a hand or a thigh.

"What was that?" I asked, although I had my theory about what it was. Riaz was trying to act fresh with her and she had slapped his hand away.

"Oh, nothing. Mosquito." Bela said, lying this time a lot more smoothly. "Just a second...hold on..."

As Bela paused, I saw her walking rapidly towards the kitchen with the cordless in her hand. Another second and she would have seen me in the window. I dropped to the ground right away and started crawling away.

"Sorry, I had to move. There were too many mosquitoes there." I heard Bela's dual voice.... from the phone and directly coming from the window.

"Gotta go. Later, honey." I hurriedly whispered and disconnected the line. My heart was racing because of how close I had come to getting caught. If Bela had found out that I had been spying on her the whole time, no matter how conservative and obedient she is, she would have left me for sure. I stood there, waiting to catch my breath.

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A minute or so later, I decided to peek in again. From the place I had crawled to, the living room window was the closest. So I tiptoed there and peeked in. What I saw gave me a lot of relief for a couple of reasons. The first reason was that Bela and Riaz were now in the part of the living room where I could see them and hear them clearly. The second reason was that my phone call had at least partly done its job. Bela seemed a lot more in control again.

Well, she was still topless, sitting on the couch in just her skirt and panties, her boobs hanging out with the mangalsutra resting between them. I noticed they were moist, maybe because of rubbing against Riaz's water-soaked chest. Riaz was sitting next to her, leaning back, but not touching her. The arrogant smirk was gone from his face. He was staring at Bela with a worried look on his face and Bela was staring at her feet. They were both silent for about a minute.

Then Riaz cautiously reached out his hand and tried to touch her breast. From the way he was attempting it slowly, I guessed he had tried it before but had been slapped away. Not this time though. Bela ignored his hand as it cupped her breast. That non-reaction made Riaz break out into a wide grin. He slid closer to her and put his other hand on her bare thigh. Again, no reaction. He slowly slid the hand up her thigh until it was inside her skirt. From the position I was at, I could see that his fingers were almost at the top of her thigh and inches away from her pussy. And suddenly, it struck me that she was sitting at the exact same spot she was sitting at when Shyam's fingers made their way there.

Riaz moved his fingers slowly inside her panties from the side and she let out a moan as it became evident that he had touched either her clit or her pussy. That moan seemed to work like an electric jolt for Riaz, who immediately stood up and unbuttoned his pants and slid them down in a flash with his underwear. And his erect circumcised dick sprang forward. It was not very big, about my size, but was quite thick. And because it was circumcised, the bulbous head was prominent. Bela looked at it, as if spellbound. This was the first circumcised dick she had laid eyes on. And what she said next revealed that she had no idea what circumcision is or does.

"It looks so different! It has like a.....helmet." she said, almost sounding like a c***d.

Riaz burst out laughing, and his dick sprang up and down as he laughed. Bela's eyes followed it, up and down.

"Different from whom? Your husband?" he asked as he laughed.

"Yes, it looks so completely different. Especially at the end." she said, still sounding more struck by curiosity than by arousal.

"Well, obviously it looks different at the end. Didn't you expect that?" he asked.

"No."

He started laughing again and Bela looked at him confused.

"I really can't understand you, memsaab. On the one hand, you seem like such a.....well...experienced woman. And bold. Yesterday you were screaming more than a woman giving birth when your husband was fucking you. And today you've been...well, you know. On the other hand, you seem genuinely clueless about the most basic things that a woman like you should know." he said.

Bela looked even more puzzled.

"Anyway, forget why it looks different. The question is, what are you going to do with it?"

Bela answered with action, not words. She wrapped her fingers around his dick and started jacking him off.

"Oooohhhh...yeah, that's good memsaab. Great start." Riaz said happily.

Bela continued her handjob, increasing the speed, which made Riaz grunt in please again. She was at it for about a minute when Riaz put his hand on hers and said,

"OK, now next step."

"Next step?" Bela looked at him surprised?

In response, Riaz pried her fingers loose and took a couple of steps closer. It was obvious to me what Riaz was about to do, but gullible Bela had still not realized it. She kept staring as his dick came closer and closer until it was right next to her mouth. She looked at it and then up at his face, quizzically.

"What?" she asked.

"What do you mean what? Take it on your mouth, memsaab." Riaz said, matter-of-factly.

"No no no... NO!" Bela reacted in genuine shock and got up from the couch and took a couple of steps back. Now it was Riaz's turn to look confused.

"What do you mean no?" He asked.

"I am not doing.....THAT with you." She said sternly.

"What? Why not?" he asked.

"Because I am a married woman." she said sincerely. But the comment obviously confused Riaz even more.

"What does your married being have to do with it? We have been doing all this other stuff even with your mangalsutra on. So why does marriage enter into the picture suddenly?" he asked.

"It's my rule. I don't do that with anyone with my husband." she said. "Doing stuff with the hand is fine. Mouth, no."

Hearing that made me feel very thrilled and happy for some reason. yes, my beloved and newly slutty wife was playing with him, but she still wasn't crossing the lines she wouldn't cross in my presence. Riaz stared at her dumbfounded. Then he shrugged and said,

"Well, whatever. I don't care."

He took a couple of steps close to her and took her in his arms. Which she did not mind at all. He hugged her gently, and she ran her fingers between them, up and down his abs. I was not sure what exactly was in Riaz's mind, although I had a clue. But I don't think Bela had the foggiest. So she did not mind at all when his hands slid down to her waist and started pushing her skirt and panties down. Bela did not resist at all and soon he had my wife completely naked.

He then fondled her ass and ran his fingers over his pussy lips. He inserted a finger inside and she let out a happy moan again. Riaz gently pulled her with him towards the couch. He pushed her so that she was on sitting on it, with her legs spread apart. Riaz slowly got down on his knees, leaned forward and kissed her on the lips. He did not seem like a great kisser. Bela broke the kiss almost immediately. He then put his finger inside her pussy again and started finger fucking her. Bela leaned back and moaned in pleasure as he got her juices flowing. She started pressing her own boobs and looked at Riaz with half-closed eyes as his fingers kept going in and out of her cunt.

"Okay, nicely wet and ready now." he said. I knew what he meant by that. I was almost about to yell out for them to stop, when Bela opened her eyes completely and said.

"Ready for what?" she asked. Ah, she would put a stop to it for sure.

Riaz smiled and leaned forward, kissing her on the lips again. This time he grabbed the back of her head so that she could not break the kiss. The kiss lasted for about 20 seconds and then I watched in horror as Riaz raised his hips, lined up his dick and in one swift thrust penetrated her sopping wet cunt, almost all the way in.

A scream froze in my throat. I was horrified at the idea of someone else actually fucking my wife, but at the same time, the actual incident happening had turned me on beyond belief. I should have screamed out and stopped Riaz, but I did not. Instead, Bela did.

"NOOOOOOO!" she screamed and pushed him back with force. Riaz fell backwards, his dick exiting her cunt as rapidly as it had entered it. He stumbled against the coffee table and managed to stabilize himself and avoid falling down.

"What the hell is wrong with you, you bitch?" he yelled back.

"What were you doing?" Bela shouted in a trembling voice. "You were that....down there...inside.... I told you only hands....."

"Wait, you thought I was getting you naked and laying you on the couch just to finger-fuck you?" Riaz asked.

"Yes!" Bela said.

"But...come on... I don't get it... listen, just let me try it again. You'll like it." Riaz said and started moving closer to her.

"NOOOO!" Bela screamed again, got up off the couch and ran towards the bedroom. Riaz watched dumbfounded as she sprinted inside the bedroom, closed the door behind her and bolted it shut. He had no idea what had just happened and why.

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I watched, my mind filled with a mixture of relief and disappointment, as Riaz slumped down on the couch, his erection softening rapidly. He punched the couch cushions a couple of times in annoyance. Then he got up and put on his underwear and pants. He sat there like that for a while more, his head in his hand, trying to make sense of what had happened. Five more minutes went by and he put on his vest and shirt too. He then walked towards the bedroom door and knocked.

he was saying something, but was saying it softly, so I could not hear it. He kept knocking on the door and finally Bela opened it. i saw that she was still naked, and her face looked like she had been crying. They spoke for a couple of minutes, but in low voices so I could not hear what they were saying. After that Riaz, his shoulders sagging, walked away, and the still naked Bela closed the door. I wondered what exactly they might have said to each other. My guess was, she was apologizing to him, and from his body language, it looked like he had been doing the same. I was very impressed that he had respected her decisions and not tried to force himself on her. Anyone else in that position might have.

Riaz headed to the far end of the living room again to get back to work. The same spot where this game had first started, the spot that was out of my eyeline from the living room window. I stood there, waiting to see what would happen next. But the bedroom door stayed closed for a while and Riaz seemed to be in that corner. twenty minutes passed by and I was getting a bit bored. I felt pretty sure that the action had ended and nothing else would happen. The conversation the two had at the bedroom door seemed to have a sense of finality to it. I was about to turn around, go back to my car, and then make some excuse to return.

Just as I was going to turn and leave, I saw the bedroom door open. Bela walked out, still completely naked. She had definitely been crying a lot, and her hair was a mess. She looked to her left, at Riaz and said something. Then she started walking towards the kitchen. After she disappeared into the kitchen, I considered going to that window to see what she was doing when suddenly, I felt the cell phone buzz in my pocket. I picked it up, ran to the back of the house and answered it.

"Hello." I said.

"Come home soon, Gautam, please." Bela said in a very forlorn voice.

"What's wrong, Bela?" I asked, feigning ignorance.

"Just come home. I can't tell you over the phone. I have done something horrible and I need to confess it to you. And I will understand if you divorce me after that." Bela said.

"What? Come on, Bela. Don't be silly. Anyway, I will be home soon. In an hour maybe." I said and hung up. I suddenly started feeling guilty for setting this whole plan in motion. If I had just stayed at home, none of this would have ever happened. And now, just for some kinky kicks, I had let my wife get wracked by guilt.

I decided to go back to my car. As I was walking past the house to head out to the compound I jumped over, I noticed that the kitchen window over the stove was still open. I ducked under it, in case Bela was still in the kitchen, then crept up slowly to make sure she wasn't. Well, she wasn't in the kitchen.

Instead, I saw her at the far end of the living room, at the very spot where she had first kissed and licked Riaz's chest. Riaz was squatted on the ground, working on the internet connection. And Bela was standing next to him, naked clearly saying something. He would nod once in a while and say something brief in return. I guessed she was still apologizing to him. I watched, unable to look away as they kept talking for about five minutes.

At the end of it, Bela went close to Riaz, bent down, and kissed him on the forehead gently. I then saw her advance her right hand, which was curled up into a fist and press it into Riaz's hand. That was the first time I noticed there was something small in her hand. The way she handed it to him, and he held it in his hand, I guessed it was money. My wife, feeling guilty, was giving Riaz some money to make up for being such a tease. She then got up, turned around and walked back into the bedroom.

Riaz just sat there like that, glum look on his face for a couple of minutes. Then, to my surprise, he broke out into a grin, and looked at the money in his hand. He pumped the fist in air a couple of times, like a tennis player does after hitting a good shot. I was surprised that just getting some money had made him so happy. I wondered how much she had given him.

Now, money can make people happy. But very few people get sexually aroused by it. I watched surprised as Riaz seemed to have that precise reaction. He got up and hurriedly took off his shirt. He then unbuttoned his pants, pulled them down with his underwear and kicked them away, sporting a full erection. This really confused me. And actually angered me a little. I realized that I had been wrong in thinking he was a nice enough man to force himself on her. Even after their conversations, it seemed like he was now about to do exactly that. Fully naked he slowly started advancing towards the bedroom door.

I was about to run towards the main door and bang on it to stop it, when I noticed him look at his fist. The fist that held the money. He opened the fist into a palm and looked at it. I wondered it he was going to throw it away or something. Instead, he picked it up with his other hand, and then using both hands, it seemed like he tore it. He tore up the cash, I wondered, when suddenly, a tube light went off in my head.

From a distance of almost 40 feet, I had mistakenly become convinced that Bela had handed Riaz some currency notes. Now that i focused my eyes on it, what he was holding in his hand was not a torn currency note, but a torn condom packet. Riaz took the condom out and threw the wrapper on the floor. He then took the condom, the condom that my wife had handed to him, and unrolled it over his erect dick. Once he had the condom on completely, he shouted out something, walked to the bedroom door and knocked on it.

I watched, scarcely able to believe my eyes as the door opened, and only Bela's right hand came out. She ran her fingers over his naked chest, all the way down to his erect condom-clad dick. She wrapped her fingers around it, and pulled it, pulling Riaz into the bedroom with her. And that's when reality completely hit me. I had no idea what exactly had been said in those two conversations, or what my wife had done in the bedroom. What seemed clear to me, was that she had decided to let him fuck her after all. Frozen to the ground, I watched the bedroom door slam shut.

In a daze, as if on autopilot, I walked towards the bedroom wall to open the window and peek inside. But I did not need to open the window. It was wide open. as I walked closer, and whatever was happening in the window became visible and audible to me. My wife's boobs were hanging out again like before, pressed through the window bars. Her eyes were closed like before. Her hands were grabbing the bars like before. Everything was like before, when I spied her earlier in the bedroom window.

Well, not exactly like before. This time her body was moving back and forth. Her boobs were sliding in and out of the gap between the bars. Her shut eyes twitched in the same rhythm. And this time she was making the noise "AAHHHH....AAHHHH...AAHHHH" in the same rhythm too. In a few seconds, two dark skinned hands came out of the window to join her white ones. The palms grabbed hold of the boobs from outside the bars. and the tempo of the movement seemed to increase. I watched dumbfounded, advancing towards the window without any concern of being seen, as my wife cried out,

"YESSS....YESSS....FUCK ME HARDER RIAZZZ....FUCK ME HARDERRRRRRRRRR!"

She then opened her eyes, turned her head back to kiss him, and then when she turned her head straight to look out of the window, her eyes met mine. She looked at me without any expression on her face, and said,

"I said harder Riaz, harder!"

THE END