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Hi readers, I am back with another true incident of a Delhi wife, I think after reading this a lot of females will think and will agree that yes a hell lot of times they feel to go slutty but this society or their marraige life dosent allow them to do so and i think a lot will agree and prefer what Anamika had done to ensure that yes she can go ahead to discover how she wanna live her life and fill her sexual needs. We all know that its not possible that every time the couple thinks with the same logic or understand each other needs and preferences but you need to live life in your own terms and ensure your married life dosent know about it. Kamal and Anamika are happy married couple from delhi living in a posh bunglow in Patel Nagar and have all eminities in life but the hidden desire and need let the charming house wife go an extra mile to enjoy life. Read the same in Anamika’s words…..Anamika looked out the window of the eighteenth floor hotel room at the hustle and bustle going on in the alley below and wondered again why she and Kamal were there in the hotel. It seemed like a silly expense. Granted, it was a special occasion – her thirty-first birthday And their tenth anniversary – and they planned to spend the night drinking and dancing, but home was only twenty- five minutes away by commuter train so it wasn’t as if they had to worry about driving under the influence. Oh well, it was what Kamal wanted to do so why should she care.She turned and went to the bed and opened the garment bag she had carried to work with her in the morning. She took out the two cocktail dresses she had packed. She hadn’t been able to make up her mind between the black and the red so she had packed them both. Taking them out of the bag and hanging them up she still couldn’t make up her mind. She looked sexy as hell in both of them. Maybe she would let Kamal decide.She unbuttoned the dress she was wearing and began to slip it off when something from the corner of her eye caught her attention. She turned her head and saw a man standing at a window in the building across they alley and then she quickly looked away. He was no more than twenty-five or thirty feet away and instinctively she knew he was watching her. It had never occurred to her to close the drapes, not all the way up there on the twentyth floor. She was just on the verge of going over and pulling them closed when something happened to her.

A wild and crazy thought entered her head. She didn’t know him and he didn’t know her. “Dare I?” she wondered and even as she had the thought she knew she was going to do it.She stayed in full view of the man and slowly took off her dress and let it fall to the floor. She made a production out of getting out of her slip and letting it join the dress and she felt the heat building in her pussy as she got into stripping for the unknown man. Next the brassiere. She reached behind her and her fingers unhooked it and she let the straps slide down one arm at a time. She resisted the impulse to turn toward the man as the bra fell away from her breasts and instead stood still so he could see them in profile. They were still firm, even after two children, and they thrust out from her chest. The nipples were stiff from the excitement of what she was doing and she took them between the thumbs and forefingers of her hands and rolled them as she moaned and felt the heat flow to her pussy.She hooked her thumbs in the waistband of her panties and then wiggled her ass as she shimmied out of them and they fell to puddle around her ankles. She stepped out of them and then did a slow turn to put her back to “The Watcher” – that is what he was to her now, ‘The Watcher’ – and then she spread her legs slightly and bent at the waist to pick up the clothes that she had dropped. She looked back between her legs and saw that he was still there and he had taken out his cock and he was stroking it. She shivered with the feeling of

Wickedness that coursed through her as she realized what she was doing to the man. As she put the clothes she had picked up on the dresser she noticed that the bed was in The Watcher’s line of sight and she smiled an evil little smile as she decided to keep the show going. She lay down on the bed, spread her legs and started rubbing her pussy. She thought of The Watcher looking at her and she opened her legs wider as she slid one finger into herself. Did he see it slip in? She felt so slutty lying there hoping that he could see her finger split her pussy lips. She added a second and then a third and began fingering herself. She could see him stroking his cock and she tried to match her hand speed to his. She rubbed her clit and moaned as she worked herself toward an orgasm. She strained to see if she could get a look at The Watcher’s face, but shadows and window glare from the windowpanes prevented it. She had three fingers working and was so lost in the lust of the moment that she didn’t hear the shower stop running. She felt someone get on the bed with her and she panicked. Oh Jesus, he had somehow rushed over and managed to get across the street and into her room. Her eyes snapped open and she saw Kamal looking down at her and stroking his erection. She reached for it, took it in her hand and drew him toward her. She cried out so loud when her husband entered her that she was sure The Watcher heard her.She looked over Kamal’s shoulder and saw that The Watcher was still there and his hand was a blur on his cock and she had the quickest orgasm of her life.. She had two more orgasms as Kamal drove hard and deep into her, but she knew that Kamal hadn’t given them to her; they came because she was being watched by a man she didn’t know who was masturbating because of her. Just after her third climax she glanced over Kamal’s shoulder and saw that The Watcher was gone. She felt the edge go out of her excitement and when Kamal finished she wiggled out from under him and went into the bathroom to take her shower.

As she used the hot soapy rag to wash her pussy she thought again of The Watcher and his fist beating his big, meaty cock and she pushed the rag into her pussy with two fingers and had another orgasm.She stood looking at the two cocktail dresses on their hangers and made her decision. She would go with the red. She was definitely feeling like The Lady in Red so the red dress would be appropriate. The red dress and no bra!!! She wondered what had gotten into her that afternoon. It was so unlike her to do what she did. Maybe so, but why did it turn her on so much? Exposing herself to another man and now here she was planning to go without a bra while knowing if she didn’t watch her posture someone was going to get a good look at her breasts. She didn’t understand the change that had come over her, but she did like the feeling – she liked the feeling a lot.The restaurant she and Kamal were going to was just across the alley on the ground floor of the same building that The Watcher had been in. Would he be in the restaurant? Would he recognize her? If he did would he find some way to let her know? My God, what would she do if that happened. At the very last minute, while Kamal was still in the bathroom she took off her panties. No bra and no panties, my what had she become.As she and Kamal were shown to their table she felt as though every male eye in the place was on her. Was one of the men in the room The Watcher? She looked around the room, but did not notice that anyone was giving her undue attention and she felt a shred of disappointment. She wanted The Watcher to be there looking at her and remembering how he had masturbated while looking at her. , what a rush it was to think that there

Might be a man in the room who had seen her naked; who had watched her play with her breasts and pussy and who had seen her take the hard cock of her husband.She had the menu open and was looking it over when the waiter brought the bottle of wine that Kamal had ordered. She ignored the two men as they went through the silly ritual of sniffing the cork, rolling the wine in the glass and all the rest of that nonsense. Using the open menu as a shield to keep Kamal from seeing what she was doing she leaned forward as if to read the small print on the bottom of the menu. Her dress gaped open across the bodice and her breasts were in full view for the waiter to appreciate, her nipples erect and screaming, “Touch me, touch me.” From the corner of her eye she saw him looking down her dress as Kamal played ‘the wine game.’ Anamika wondered if she had given him an erection, but she dared not look.The waiter left, but he must have spread the word about what he saw because there was a constant stream of bus boys coming by to refill their water glasses. And every time they did if Kamal’s attention was elsewhere she would lean forward and give them a good look. Anamika didn’t know what she was doing to them, but she knew what she was doing to herself. Kamal wouldn’t know what hit him when they got back to the hotel room. Anamika was hot enough to fuck him to death.Dinner over, they went to the lounge on the other side of the lobby and found a table close to the dance floor. The live band was pretty good and seemed to specialize in the music of the Sixties and Seventies, which is the sound that she and Kamal preferred. As she sat down she allowed the dress to ride up and then she spread her legs and wondered if anyone could see her uncovered treasure.The next two hours went by as she and Kamal drank and danced.

The entire time she was aware of the male eyes on her and she constantly wondered if one of them was The Watcher. Anamika was careful to hide it from Kamal as she flashed her breasts every chance she got and when they were sitting she made sure that her dress was up and her legs were apart. Anamika was hot! She was hot and ready to go back to the hotel room before she lost it right there in the lounge and tried to get Kamal to take her on their table. But first she needed to hit the ladies room.After taking care of business she touched up her makeup and then took a good look at herself in the mirror. What she saw looking back at her was a woman who really needed to be made love to. Oh shit, she grinned at herself as she thought:”Tell it like it is. A woman who needs to be fucked and fucked hard.” Anamika set her clutch down on the counter and pulled her dress down to expose her breasts. She looked at her stiff nipples and then pulled on them with her fingers. ” she moaned and pulled her dress back up. She needed to get Kamal back to their room now….As she left the restroom someone grabbed her and spun her so that her face was pressed against the wall. Strong arms held her in place and a voice said in her ear:”Enjoying yourself bitch? Get yourself off teasing people? You think I didn’t know you saw me in the window? I know what you are. I’ve watched you all night flashing your tits and cunt,” the voice said as she felt her dress being lifted and then fingers probing for her pussy.Anamika moaned and then voluntarily or involuntarily – she never knew which – she spread her legs and he drove his fingers into her and she orgasm. She actually orgasm at his treatment of her.”This is the wrong time and the wrong place, but there will be a right time and a right place you little slut, and when that time comes i’ll fuck you until you bleed.”And then he was gone!

Anamika stood there, face to the wall, trembling, but not from fear. No, not from fear, it was from excitement. She shook it off and headed for the table to get Kamal. They were going to the hotel room and they were going NOW even if she had to drag him. She was almost to the table when she realized that she didn’t have her clutch purse. The Watcher must have taken it from her and she hadn’t noticed. Oh sweet Jesus. The Watcher had her driver’s license! He would know her name and where she lived and she was suddenly amazed when she realized that the idea not only didn’t frighten her, but it made her pussy drip.Anamika reached the table and told Kamal that it was time to go and when he said, “Let’s have one more drink and one more dance” she shocked him by saying, “No Kamal, now! I need to be fucked and I need it right now!” She had never used the “F” word in front of him before and he sat there looking up at her, mouth open in amazement. She grabbed his sleeve and pulled at him.”Now Kamal, now!” The elevator door had no sooner closed than she went to her knees in front of Kamal and pulled his zipper down..”What the hell are you doing Renu? Cut that out” Kamal cried as she reached in and took hold of his cock.Anamika almost had it out when the car suddenly stopped at nine and an older couple started to get on. The woman took one look at Anamika on her knees and snorted, “Well, I never!” as she grabbed the man with her and pulled him back off the elevator. Anamika laughed and said:”That’s probably true. I’ll bet that she never.””What the hell has gotten into you Anamika?””It’s what I’m trying to get into me lover. You!”

She got Kamal’s cock out and managed to give it a few licks and a few quick sucks until she felt the car start to slow and then she quickly stood up. She almost giggled watching Kamal frantically trying to stuff his erection back inside his trousers. The elevator stopped at twenty and Anamika dragged her husband to their room and waited impatiently as Kamal fumbled with the key. Once inside the little red dress hit the floor and she was pulling at Kamal’s belt. As Kamal moved between her legs she looked over his shoulder and she thought she saw a shadow behind the window opposite. Was he there? Was he watching? God, she hoped so as she dug her nails into Kamal’s ass, pulled him to her and begged him to fuck her hard and make her cum.Anamika sat at her desk staring out the window and thinking about the last two weeks. First, there had been what had happened on the night she and her husband Kamal had celebrated her birthday and their anniversary. Anamika couldn’t believe how she had acted and the thoughts she’d had that night. She had been stared at and lusted after by a whole room full of men and she had loved it. She left the restaurant a changed woman – a woman who wanted the attention of men and a woman who would do the things necessary to grab that attention. The next day on the train to work she noticed that the men in the car weren’t paying her any attention even though she was a good looking woman and she finally figured out that the way she was dressed had a lot to do with it. Severely tailored business suit, hair up in an unbecoming bun and wearing ‘sensible’ shoes. The perfect look for a sixth grade school teacher, but not something that would make men want her. And Anamika wanted them to want her – she needed them to want her – not that she would ever let one of them have her. She loved Kamal and she would never betray him, but that didn’t mean that she couldn’t tease a bit.As was their usual Saturday morning routine Kamal had gone to his standing Saturday morning golf date and she used that morning to do her shopping. But that Saturday she had modified the routine. Instead

Of the sweats or jeans she usually wore that morning she left the house in a short skirt, low cut blouse and with no bra. She wore a sweatshirt over the blouse and wore tennis shoes, but carried a pair of “fuck me” pumps in a bag. Anamika drove the kids to their dance lessons and dropped them off. Anjali’s mother would pick them up when she picked up Anjali and drop them off for their swimming lessons. She would finish her shopping and then pick up her two and Anjali and drop Anjali off on the way home. She watched the kids go into the dance studio and then she headed for the Wal-Mart Super Center.In the Lifestyle parking lot she removed the sweatshirt and tennis shoes and put on her heels. She checked her makeup in the visor mirror and then headed into the store. For the next hour she wandered up and down the aisles filling her shopping cart with items and filling trousers with hard ons. Any time a man was near she would bend at the waist to get something off the bottom shelf and let him see her free hanging breasts with their stone hard nipples. She would smile to herself when out of the corner of her eye she saw the man’s pants ‘tent’ up. She had men following her through the store pretending to be shopping, but she knew they were looking at her and wanting her. She had purchased a half dozen pair of thong panties and while doing it she teased two of her admirers. She stood there holding a pair of the panties in front of her and contemplated them as the two men watched. She knew they were imagining seeing her wear them and the thought made her hot. She knew they not only wanted to see her wearing them, but they wanted to be the one to help her take them off and that thought made her even hotter.

By the time she had picked the kids up and had gotten home she was as horny as a goat.When Kamal came home from the golf course she had sent the kids out to play and then she had pulled Kamal into the bedroom, pushed him back on the bed and went for his zipper. It had been a quick, no frills fuck. She hadn’t even taken his pants off. She worked his cock out, sucked it until it was hard enough for her and then she had moved over him, pushed down on him as his hardness slid into her and then she had fucked him until he came. Along the way she’d had two orgasms of her own. When she dismounted and let him get up he had said:”I don’t know what’s come over you lately, but I think I like it. I like it a lot.”She looked at him as his cum oozed out of her pussy and thought:Oh no honey, I don’t think you would like it at all.”Sunday was a day for catching up around the house and she stayed so busy that she never once thought of what had happened on Wednesday night or on Saturday, at least not until three that afternoon. She was in the driveway helping Kamal wash the car when she noticed a car coming down the street. It slowed when it reached her house and then speeded up after it had gone by.. Ten minutes later she saw the same car coming down the street from the other direction and it did the same thing again. It slowed down as it reached her house and then speeded up after it went by. She couldn’t see into the car because of the tinted windows, but she knew who it was and her pussy got damp as she realized that The Watcher had just let her know that he knew where she lived. Why knowing that caused her to become sexually aroused she had no idea, but aroused she was and once the kids were put to bed Kamal never knew what hit him. As she had her third orgasm in her mind she imagined The Watcher watching them as he masturbated.Monday on the way to work she sat on the commuter and looked around at the male passengers, who were again not paying her any mind, and she wondered about it. She was a good looking woman and the clothes she was wearing shouldn’t have detracted from that.

Were these men less manly than the men who had lusted for her the previous Wednesday and the ones who had followed her around Wal-Mart? What was wrong with them? That afternoon when she left her classroom and went into the teacher’s lounge she found a package in her mailbox. It was addressed to her at the school and had no return address on it.. No stamps, no fedex or UPS labels, just a package wrapped in brown paper with her name on it. She opened it to find her clutch purse with her driver’s license still inside. She felt the surge of heat in her belly – The Watcher knew where she worked! She set down at the table, her mind in a whirl as she remembered his promise:”There will be a right time and a right place you little slut and when that time comes i’ll fuck you till you bleed.”And now he knew not only where she lived, but also where she worked. She asked the girl behind the counter in the school office if she knew who delivered the package.”Just a guy who said he was with a messenger service.”She put it out of her mind and hurried back to her classroom for her next class.Before she boarded the metro train to go home she went into the station restroom and opened up her suit jacket, rolled the waist band of her skirt up two turns to show a little more leg, and then closed the jacket. She would see if a little more leg got her a little more attention. As she left the restroom she saw male eyes on her and she wondered if one of the men was The Watcher.On the train she sat in a very unladylike manner. She had both feet firmly planted on the floor and her legs slightly spread. Over the top of the book she was pretending to read she saw two men opposite her straining to look up her skirt without trying to be obvious about it and it excited her. She wished she had shortened the skirt a little more.She was fired up when she got home, but she had to hold it in.

She couldn’t rush off to the bathroom and use her hairbrush handle because she needed to get dinner started. But Kamal was going to be in for another long, hard night. As she peeled the potatoes she thought of how she could dress the next day. She needed to find that fine line between what would excite the men on the train and what would be acceptable wear at work. Or did she? Why not both? Yes, that is what she would do; she would do both. Kamal left for work a half-hour before she did so he didn’t see her as she left the house. She was wearing a short skirt, thong panties, a low cut blouse and she wasn’t wearing a brassiere. The outfit was topped off (or bottomed off she giggled) with a pair of “come fuck me” high heels. If she didn’t get their attention in that outfit then they were dead and just had not yet been buried. She carried the clothes she would wear to work in a garment bag and would change into them when she got off the train.It was everything that she hoped it would be. Men jockeyed for position to sit near her or across from her so they could look down her blouse or up her skirt. She smiled to herself as she saw all the tented trousers and knew that she had caused them. That morning set the pattern for the next week. The metro train was her stage and when on the train she let the world watch her as she tempted and teased. Every time she bent forward or leaned down her breasts were on display for all to see. When she sat down she let her skirt ride up and the men across from her strained to look up her skirt and catch a glimpse of her just barely covered clean shaven pussy. Her eyes met there’s and she grinned knowing that every one of them wanted her and would fuck her in a heartbeat if they just got the chance.Every day on the train and at the station she looked from face to face to see if there was any indication that one of them might be The Watcher. He said that someday he would catch

Her alone and every time she thought of that whispered promise her pussy got wet. She knew she would never be unfaithful to Kamal, but the fantasy was just so damned hot!!!It was a Tuesday morning and she was in the women’s rest room changing clothes when her cell phone beeped. Anamika took it out of her purse and looked at the display. It said, “Private number” and she wondered who it could be. She pushed the button and said:”Hello?””Good morning slut” said the voice she never would forget. “Changing out of your slut clothes? Getting ready to go and pretend you are something you are not? You are a slut Anamika and we both know it and one of these days you will be my slut. Like it or not Anamika, you will be my slut” and he disconnected. At first she was alarmed that he had her cell number. Was there nothing about her that he didn’t know? And then her body tingled at knowing that he was out there and that he wanted her. He wanted her as bad as the men on the train wanted her. She hurried into a stall and it took her less than a minute to get herself off with her fingers. As she left the bathroom she stopped and scanned the crowd looking for something, anything that might point out The Watcher. She saw nothing out of the ordinary and she hurried off to work.Anamika wondered if her students got anything from her that day. Her mind was on The Watcher and how he seemed to know everything about her. She knew how he found out where she lived, but how had he found out her cell phone number, how had he found out where she worked? She remembered his form in the window as he jacked off his cock. The same cock he had promised that he was going to fuck her with. She knew he never would – she would never allow it – so why was her pussy always wet when she thought of him? Somehow she managed to get through the day and when she got on the train to go home there was something different.

On a whim she had taken off her thong. Some lucky guy was going to get a full beaver shot on the train that evening.She hadn’t been sitting there for a full minute before she noticed the man across from her staring up her skirt. Anamika moved her legs just a little farther apart and he grinned at her. She grinned back and he responded by rubbing his bulge and that drew her eyes to it. My God, she thought, what did he have in there, a large summer sausage? She watched as he slowly unzipped and suddenly she knew what he was going to do. The underground tunnel was coming up and as soon as they entered it he was going to take out his cock. She sat there staring mesmerized at his hands as he got ready. The train drove into the darkness and something snapped in her and she got up and hurried over and sat down next to the man. He took one of her hands and put it on his cock and then he removed her hand. Anamika knew she should let go of his cock and go back to her seat, but something kept her there and when the man’s hand left hers she left her hand where it was and seconds later she was surprised to see that she was stroking his cock. She felt his hand on the back of her head and she didn’t resist as he slowly pushed it down. She moaned and opened her mouth and he pushed upwards into it. Her body was on fire with the slutitshness of it. She had never done anything even remote like that before and she couldn’t believe that she was doing it then. Her head was bobbing up and down and he was arching up and pushing his cock at the back of her throat as he moaned, “Yes, yes, yes.” Out of the corner of her eye she saw the sliver of light that told her they were almost out of the dark tunnel. She went to lift her head, but the man moaned:Please, please, I’m so close.”

Anamika clamped her lips tight around him and bobbed her head faster and he moaned, “Oh yes,” as his cock erupted in her mouth. Two quick gulps and she lifted her head from his cock just as they roared out into the daylight. Fifteen male passengers watched as she wiped the trace of cum leaking from her lips with the back of her hand. She looked each one in the eye and grinned as she stood up to get off at her stop. As she stepped off the train she was thinking, ” was Kamal going to be in for it that night. She was going to fuck him to death.”That night for the first time in her married life Anamika fell asleep sexually unsatisfied. Kamal had, for the first time ever, said:”Enough Renu, enough. For s sake woman, I’m only human.” Anamika woke up and reached over for Kamal. She may have gone to sleep unsatisfied, but she could start the day out right. But Kamal wasn’t there. She got out of bed and pulled on a robe and headed downstairs. Kamal was in the kitchen making the coffee and he was already dressed. She wasn’t going to get anywhere with him that morning.She got the kids up and then fixed breakfast. Kamal kissed her goodbye and left for work and she fed the kids and got them out the door on time to meet the school bus. As she was getting herself ready for work she thought again of what had happened on the train. That wasn’t her! None of what had been happening lately was the real her. She didn’t know what had happened to cause her to be the way she was behaving. It had to stop! She needed to get control of herself. She selected the most sever looking business suit and the most unflattering pair of shoes she owned. Minimum make up and her hair up in an unbecoming bun and she was ready to go. She was ignored on the ride into town and she didn’t see anyone look at her as she went from the station to the school, but she was barely inside the door when her cell phone beeped. She answered it and heard:”It’s too late,” said the voice that sent shivers down her spine. “You can dress down, but we both know that you are a slut. I’m out here slut, and i’ll have my chance.”She heard him disconnect and as she stood there looking at the phone in her hand she became aware of something. Her left hand was caressing a breast. Good what was wrong with her.

That evening on the train ride home she kept her eyes on the floor. She didn’t want to look up and see if any of the faces present were some of the same faces that had watched her wipe the cum off of her mouth with the back of her hand. She especially didn’t want to see the face of the man who had pushed her mouth down on his cock. She closed her eyes and forced her mind to concentrate on practical things. The new house should be completed within the month and she needed to make lists of what to do, what to keep, what to give away to Goodwill and what needed to be done to the house to help it sell. There had been a ton of walk throughs, but no offers and Neeta, the real estate agent, had given her a list of things that people hadn’t liked about the house. She had worked off most of what was on the list, but she still had a dozen or so items left to do.She felt someone settle on the seat next to her, but didn’t think anything of it until arms went around her to hold her and hands grabbed her head. She opened her eyes to see that they had just entered the tunnel and then there was a man standing in front of her. She opened her mouth to demand to know what the man was doing, but as soon as she opened her mouth she had the answer – a cock was pushed into the open hole and as the hands held her head the man fucked her face. The man who had his arms around her was rubbing her tits and even through the jacket, the blouse, the slip and the bra she could feel her nipples harden. A hand slid up her

Skirt and fingers poked, probed and pushed at her pussy. She felt the crotch of her panties forced to the side and then fingers were pushing into her pussy. She moaned and spread her legs and surrendered her pussy to the hand. The cock in her mouth was position fast trying to get off before the end of the tunnel and she moaned again and clamped her lips tight around the cock. A voice moaned, “Oh ” and she felt his cum spill into her mouth. She gulped it down and then licked the cock as it was pulled out of her mouth.Suddenly the arms holding her released her and the hand was withdrawn from her pussy. She sat there with her eyes closed until her stop was called and then, with eyes still on the floor, she got up and moved to the door. As soon as she got home she stripped off her clothing and using the handle of her hairbrush she got herself off. She couldn’t believe what had just happened to her. An unknown faceless man had fucked her mouth and as she moved the hairbrush faster she knew it would happen again and she also knew she wouldn’t fight it.It was not all that was slowly making this normal housewife a slut but she was enjoying it as the cause was not that she was not satisfied with her hubby but like every human being a change is always welcome and a lot of males and females have this hidden desire to go naughty and have extra little fun in public places like metro trains and buses and i am sure a lot of males and females must be enjoying it too without staking there married lives. Just come and confirm as i am gonna tell you more in the second part. I would love to give a extra help to any female or couple to fulfill any of their desire, just ensure you are disease free and secrecy would be maintained at the highest possible standards. Please get in touch with me at