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 This is a long story and very confidential since it affects the honour of a
family.  Hence the names and the situations are changed.  Please pardon. 
This may happen in many of the families and hence caution has to be
exercised.  Baby was a 18 year old only daughter to her parents and hence
brought up with all love and affection.  Studying in the local college, she
is overgrown for her.  Her boobs were sufficiently grown up that her shirt
will not cover all that that is required to be covered.  Very fair in
colour her plump thighs were revealed underneath her skits.  Whenever she
leans to pick up a dropped pen or pencil, one can see her panty from behind
and many boys prayed to get her drop a pen or book in the road so that they
will get a free show of her panties.  In their two room apartment she had a
room for herself where she slept, did her homework etc.  Her parents both
working had little time to watch her emotional disturbances.  This happens
in any average family in cities.  One day they received a guest, Ravi , a
cousin, aged 19 having completed his school wanted to join college or any
other institute to learn computing.  He was from a rich background because
he came with his bike and books.  Baby's parents made him to stay in the
same room as Baby since they were cousins and they thought he will be a
great help to her in her studies.  Ravi was not a bad boy.  He did not have
any friends in the city.  He just roamed around the city searching the
colleges and the institutes to learn computing.  A tall, fair, handsome
youngster with clean habits, they were happy to have him in the house to
stay with them.  He had no hesitation to help the family to buy small
urgent things from any nearby shop.  Baby's mother cooked food for him also
and they were quite happy to have him.  But to accommodate a stranger in
her room, Baby had some difficulty since it affected her privacy.  Closing
the door she chould change her dress without any fear and now she has to be
careful that he is not present when she undresses or gets into new clothes.
But Ravi was quite understanding and he kept aloof from difficult
situations.  He was fond of playing computer games and he got busy when he
was from the usual work.  He ate b/f with all and so also supper.  Whenever
he goes to the movies he informed them in advance so that they may not wait
for him.  But Baby asked him to tell her the story of the movie which he
narrated with great detail.  She liked his way of telling the story.  They
took supper at 8 pm and by 9.30 Baby's parents retire to their room and
that was the time Ravi narrates the story to Baby.  Baby also would have
washed and changed into her nighty and lying in the bed she asked him about
the cinema he saw and he used to be waiting for her to get ready to hear
the story.  She calls him to her bed side and sitting on the bed he used to
narrate the story with all gesticulations to add nourishment to his story
telling.  One day he accidentally touched her thighs and she asked him to
scratch that spot on her knees, which he readily obliged.  The feel of her
body made him interested to touch more and slowly he ran his hand all over
the both the knees.  The mere touch made a small bulge in his lungi which
nobody noticed.  She did not object his prolonged touch of her knee and
then slowly he invaded to the lower thigh of her legs which were smooth and
silky to touch.  By keeping her knees apart she gave him maximum space to
run his hand over her thighs.  His fingers by soft touch of her thighs made
ghoosepinples all over her body and she did not want to stop his
explorations.  Story telling continued.  He seemed to have so much stock of
stories that he started one when the previous one is completed.  She raised
her legs to allow him space to move his palm to go deep under her thighs.
Sometimes she shuddered and it was felt by both.  He went below the knee to
cover her calf muscles but she wanted him on her thighs only.  His
movements stopped at the bottom layer of her panty and never above it.  She
used to turn her body so that he may rub the behind portion of her thighs.
It was smooth and silky all over.  His erection was full and hard, but
concealed under his lungi and pitched down between his thighs so that she
may not see.  When she begins to sleep he used to get up go to the bathroom
have a shag and then come back to his bed and sleep.  She knew that Ravi
has problem with his cock and one day she asked him to come closer and
extending her hand she caught the object which causes the tent formation in
the lungi.  But he pushed her and ran away to the bathroom to relieve
himself.  When he cme back there was no tent.  But the girl had slept off.
One day she asked him whether he met any of his friends during his outings.
He said yes, but how do you know.  She asked who was it.  It was Shiela his
old classmate.  Baby was inquisitive and asked for details.  He fabricated
a nice story and told her that Sheila called him to her house where her
parents were not there and they spent the whole day together.  What all you
did to her, she asked.  He simply said all.  Tell me in detail, she
pleaded. I kissed her.  Where did you kiss her.  In the lips of course. 
Thats all.  She asked me to touch her boobs and I touched her boobs.  Does
she have big boobs, she asked.  Yes big ones, he said.  What else you
touched, she asked.  All he said.  Tell me all she said.  I touched her
pussy..  Did she show you her pussy for you to touch, she asked.  He said
yes.  Baby got up and asked him how was her pussy.  Like any other pussy,
hairy he said.  You have seen so many pussies, she asked.  He laughed and
said a few.  But Baby insisted to know what you did with her pussy.  I
touched and rubbed it, he said.  Ravi 's hand was still inside Baby's
thighs when he was explaining what he did with her pussy.  Sheila removed
her panties and I touched and rubbed her pussy.  I felt like kissing it and
she allowed me to kiss her pussy, said Ravi .  Baby pushed his hand away
from her thighs and sat crosslegged and asked for more information.  What
more you did, she asked.  Sheila wanted to see mine, he said.  Your what,
your pussy, asked Baby.  No, my this thing he said.  Baby reached for his
cock which was erect by then and caught it with her hands in tight grip. 
Ravi got up to go away, but Baby made him to sit and asked him what more
did you do it with her.  Do what he asked.  Baby's modesty prevented her to
utter the name of the thing which he would have done.  Did you put this
inside her, she asked.  He shyly said yes.  Baby could not tolerate, you
mean to say you fucked her.  He meakly said yes.  Baby pulled away his
lungi and made him nude and had a close look at his erect cock.  Tell me in
detail how you did it.  Ravi was bluffing so far.  It was all an imaginary
story and now he has to build up the fucking scene about which he knew
nothing.  This much for today and rest I will tell you tomorrow and pulled
himself off from her grip and ran to the bathroom.  Baby was disappointed.
She covered herself and half heartedly she slept.  Next day they were busy
as usual and they did not meet during day time.  In the night as usual Ravi
came to sleep and Baby was wide awake for him to come for his ordeal.  She
called him to come for scratching her knees.  This is a sign for him to
come and sit on her cot and insert his hand inside and probe her thighs. 
She asked him to scratch much above, still above she said.  To his horror
he saw that she did not wear any panty.  His finger tips were reaching her
pussy.  He wanted to withdraw his hand but she held it in tight grip and
asked him to touch her pussy.  Do what you did to Sheila, she said.  Baby
did not have any hair in the pussy except some scant growth of thin hair.
Her pussy lips were soft like flower petals.  He probed all over her pussy
on the top.  He noticed that she did not even have a nighty under the wrap.
She pulled his left hand to her boobs and asked him to say whether they are
as big as those of Sheila.  The boobs of Baby were of course big but hard
and silky to touch.  Her nipples tiny but hard and erect.  He ran his hand
all over her navel and boobs.  They were magnificent.  Shall we fuck, asked
Baby.  Ravi said it is not possible with you, you are only a child.  You
have to grow up for another four to five years before getting fucked, said
Ravi .  Four years is too long a period, why not try, just make a try, she
pleaded.  Not today, Ravi said, we will try someother day.  But he kept on
rubbing her pussy with one hand and squeezing her boobs with the other
hand. After some time he went to the bathroom and then went to the bed. 
Baby's parents were going away for some relatives marriage to a far off
place.  They said they may be away for just two or three days and Ravi has
to take care of things.  Ravi said he will.  Baby's parents left by the
evening train and after supper Ravi and Baby came to the room much earlier
than usual.  Baby sat near Ravi and pleaded to him that we will fuck today.
There was no escape thought Ravi .  Closing all doors and windows they came
to the bedroom and made her nude totally.  Baby wanted to see his cock in
bright light otherwise they were talking only in the dim light of the
bedroom light.  Ravi showed her his cock, standing erect.  like a flagpole.
Baby kneeling on the floor took a closer look, pulled back the skin and
examined his balls.  Rubbing his cock all over her face and ears etc, she
found more pleasure.  A drop of precum perched at the tip of the cock was
touched by her.  Its viscus nature interested her.  She licked it with her
tongue tip.  She took the cock in her mouth and sucked it to bring further
drops into her mouth.  Ravi 's cock was not that big.  It was only a 6"
with thin and slender structure.  She like its colour and she went on
sucking it with all gusto.  After about five minutes of vigorous sucking
Ravi shot his cum into her mouth.  It was not expected by her.  She gulped
the solid stuff and it came in spurts continuously.  Ravi pushed her into
the bed and kissed her boobs and sucked her tiny nipples.  Initially she
was feeling tickled but subsequently his actions gave her new unknown
sensations all over the body.  Her virgin pussy was leaking.  Ravi then
kissed her navel and then the mound and then the pussy lips.  He licked it
lavishly and the wetness gave him something to lick.  Poor Baby shuddered
at his vigorous licking.  She helped him by opening up her cunt lips and
asked him to lick inside the cunt.  He went on slurping and whenever his
tongue touched her clit an electric shock like sensation went all over her.
She was aroused very much.  Her animal lust came out and she asked him to
place his cock at the hole.  He placed his cock and pushed it in.  It did
not go in.  She then inserted her own finger inside and saw that the whole
middle finger goes inside.  She persuaded him to place his cock and push it
deep.  Ravi pushed it in with some force and it went in.  He pulled it out
and then again pushed and there was someresistance and his further pressure
removed the hindrance and his entire cock was buried inside her cunt.  When
he looked up tears were swelled in her eyes but she did not utter a singe
word of protest.  They allowed the cock to remain inside for some time and
engaged in conversationfor some time.  Then he needed no lesson as to how
to do it nor did she need any lessons.  He went on pumping for more than 15
miutes.  She felt the sensations of an orgasm.  She would her legs around
him and hugged him tightly.  They went on fucking and fucking for quite
some time.  His cock never lost its hardness.  Fanally when he pulled out
of her both were tired and exhausted.  The viscous fluids were all over
them.  Having thus finished his and her first successful fucking, shedding
all inhibitions they went on fucking during day time or night time without
anybody to see or watch or warn them.  It was freedom in all senses.  the
Cook prepared food which they ate and then went out and had nice food
outside.  Whenever she finds his cock limp, she would take it in her mouth
and suck so that it will become erect.  They never wore any undergarments
while they were at home.  Fucking was their main concern.  After the return
of Baby's parents, Ravi and Baby spent their night time in each others
embrace and slept in each other's arm.  They waited for the completion of
the education of Baby and subsequently they got married and lived happily
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   SEX DURING COACHING

   I am Nancy from ernakulam working in a software company in ernakulam.  I
joined this company in may 2006 after my B.Tech.  I was born and brought up
in ernakulam and had my education in St.Theresa's college and Ernakulam
Engineering college.  I am a typical cochin christian girl in every sense.
My friends say that I am a very beautiful girl.  I belong to an upper
middle class christian family.  My brother and his wife are also staying
with us.  My brother's wife (sister-in-law) anitha is a highly charming
girl from a rich family in kottayam.  I am narrating a true incident which
happened in my life a few months back, without any exaggeration, in the
same way as it happened.  My house is in a high class residential locality
in Ernakulam.  Since I had found two subjects extremely difficult during my
8th semester of B.Tech.  Course, I was taking the guidance of a young man
named Alex living in the immediate next house.  In fact, our two families
have been very close and friendly and my parents themselves had suggested
that I could take the guidance of alex, who is a quite and decent young
boy. Alex who is an engineer is working in a mnc in ernakulam for the past
three years and is a bachelor.  Every saturday and sunday, alex will fix up
a convenient time for the coaching and inform me over phone.  This
arrangement had the full consent of the parents of both of us.  We used to
discuss many topics during our coaching sessions.  One sunday at about 3
pm, alex called me over phone and told that he is free now and that I can
take his coaching now.  My parents and brother and sister-in-law had gone
to kottayam to attend a function in my sister-in-law's house and I did not
go since my exams were only one month ahead.  They were to return only late
in the night.  It was rainy season and there was a slight drizzling.  I
locked my house and went to alex's house and pressed the calling bell. 
Alex opened the door.  "come on nancy.  " I felt that alex's parents were
not around.  He told me that they have gone to trichur to attend a wedding
and will return only late in the night.  Knowing that alex was alone in the
house, I had some hesitation to remain there.  However, I did not express
it lest he would feel bad.  We went to the computer room where alex is
usually giving me the coaching using his pc.  We sat in two chairs in front
of the pc.  The computer was already on and I noticed that it was connected
to the internet.  Alex clicked on some links and what appeared on the scene
was totally unexpected.  It was a scene from a blue film.  I looked at
alex's face with wonder.  "what is this alex?  Let us start our coaching
session.  " "nancy, please listen, let us have some good times today. 
There is nothing wrong in watching such scenes.  These are meant for people
like us.  " I was not convinced.  Out of curiosity, I looked at the
computer monitor again.  A totally naked blonde girl was seen taking the
penis of her partner into her mouth and sucking it.  Alex switched on the
speakers also.  The girl was making some sounds.  Earlier on two occasions,
my college mate lincy had shown me blue films at her house.  Further, I had
several times seen the love making of my brother and his wife anitha
through a hole in their bedroom window.  I stared at the computer monitor
with shyness.  Now that blonde girl sat on the lap of her partner and
started riding his dick in fast motion making some moaning sounds.  Alex
kept his hands on my shoulders and held me closely.  "nancy, see what that
girl is doing.  Why not we also try out this?  We are alone here and no one
is going to come here for the next four or five hours.  " alex clicked at
another link and this time another blond girl was seen riding her partner's
dick on a sofa making sounds of pleasure.  I felt wetness between my thighs
and felt very uneasy.  To be very frank, I felt like masturbating.  "come
nancy, let us go to my room.  " I was in a mood of intoxication.  I
followed alex to his bed room and he closed the door.  Outside it started
raining.  Alex hugged me strongly and kissed me all over my body.  I too
reciprocated.  After a while, he removed his pants and shirt and he was now
wearing only his underwear.  The front side of the underwear had a
projection.  He came to me and removed my churidar, top and bra one by one
and now I was wearing only my purple colored panty.  I was totally lost to
myself and did not know what was happening.  Alex placed me on a table and
started sucking my nipples.  He then kissed my navel and inserted his
fingers inside my panty into my pussy, which was fully wet.  He then
removed his underwear.  His dick was fully erect and throbbing.  Its tip
was very smooth and had a pink colour.  He placed my hands on his dick.  I
held it and moved its skin forwards and back wards.  "nancy, will you
please take it into your mouth?" I had earlier witnessed my sister-in-law
sucking the dick of my brother.  I had seen that in blue films also.  With
this experience I took his dick into my mouth and sucked it.  I imitated
the action of my brother's wife anitha.  At this time, alex removed my
panty also and I was now totally nude.  I became so hot that I badly felt
the need of a masturbation and wondered why alex did not at least caress my
pussy.  Unknowingly, I started caressing the lips of my pussy and my clit
while sucking him.  It seems alex saw this.  Now alex took away his dick
from my mouth and placed me on the table and bent downwards and started
kissing and licking my pussy and clit.  I started making some moaning
sounds.  I had seen my brother and sister-in-law in 69 position and desired
for the same.  "come nancy.  Let us go to my bed.  " I obeyed him.  He made
my lie on his bed and bent over and started licking my pussy again.  I was
not able to control.  I grabbed his dick and put it into my mouth and
started sucking it.  Alex was licking my pussy and I was sucking his dick.
I became very hot and horny and badly wanted his dick to pump inside my
pussy.  "alex, please do some thing, or else I will explode.  " alex now
lied on the bed.  "nancy, sit on my belly and imitate the scene you saw on
the computer screen sometime back.  " I had seen my sister-in-law from
kottayam riding my brother's dick.  My college mate lincy had once told me
that for getting maximum pleasure, lady should be on the top and she should
ride like a horse.  I sat on the crotch of alex and pressed my pussy onto
his erect dick.  My pussy was so wet that without any difficulty, the dick
went in.  I started moving up and down.  Though this was my first sex, I
had seen love making enough and gained theoretical knowledge about it.  So
I rode alex's cock like an experienced woman.  Outside it was raining. 
From next house, a malayalam film song was heard.  Sunday film was being
shown in the tv.  "nancy, now sit facing towards my feet and see the
difference".  Without taking out the dick from my pussy, I changed the
position and sat on the crotch of alex facing his feet and continued my
movements in a feverish pace.  This position was giving me more pleasure. I
remembered that this is the favorite love making position of my
sister-in-law anitha.  I rode and rode for about four minutes.  Without my
knowledge, some sounds were coming from me like "hay.......  Aiah....... .
Now alex exploded his semen and I also reached a terrific orgasm.  Though I
used to masturbate very frequently, I never had such an orgasm.  I felt
tired and lied over alex.  After a few minutes, I realized what was going
on during the last thirty minutes and felt very shy and guilty.  Alex who
was relaxing for a few minutes told me : "nancy, how was it?  Did you like
it?" "alex, it was extremely pleasurable.  " "then nancy, can we do it once
again?" I too longed for it.  Alex sat on a stool and his dick was again
erect.  He placed me on his lap facing him.  His dick again entered my
pussy.  I held both my hands on alex's shoulders and started moving up and
down.  I imitated the action of anitha, who is an expert in love making. 
Outside it was raining heavily..........  After about 15 minutes, I went to
the bathroom, had a wash and wore my dresses.  Alex was still relaxing on
the chair.  "alex, I am going".  I left the room and came out of the house
and went back to my house.  After about an hour, my parents and brother and
anitha returned from kottayam.  Anitha and my brother went to their bedroom
early.  I thought that they would have become very tired and wanted to go
to sleep early.  After some time, I heard some sounds from their bed room
and I peeped in to find that anitha was sucking my brother's dick while my
brother was licking her pussy.  Both were fully naked.  I wondered how so
fast they went to a love making mood.  Anitha was seen very horny.  After
some time, anitha stood up and sat over my brother.  I could clearly see
her pussy moving up and down and my brother's dick going in and out.  I
felt a wetness between my thighs.  I removed my panty.  While anita was
riding my brother's cock, I inserted my fingers into my pussy and
masturbated.  I recalled the incident which happened in alex's house.  I
looked at anitha.  The charming woman was really banging with a loud noise.
I too masturbated violently.  Both anitha and myself reached orgasm at the
same time.  Next morning, anitha woke up very late.  She told me "nancy
molay, yesterday I was very tired after the journey.  So I went to bed
early and had a very good sleep".  I wondered whether she meant "very
tired" or "very horny".  I have described the incident without any
exaggeration.  I have narrated only what had exactly happened on that rainy
sunday in the same way it happened.  I know that these types of incidents
are happening frequently in many houses.  I still cherish the experience of
that rainy sunday.  Please do not have the impression that I am an immoral
girl.  I am sure that any girl in my position would have done all those
things, which I did in alex's house and later in my house.  I attach a lot
of value to character.  When I look back, I feel that I never had any sex
motives on Alex.  It seems that the blue films shown by him on his PC had
an intoxicating effect on me.  Just as a person under the influence of
alcohol does many things without full consciousness, the blue films had
made me sort of unconscious.  Added to this, the hot love making scenes of
Anitha seen by me on many occasions and the blue films I had seen in
Lincy's house had a catalytic effect on me..  Though it was my first sexual
experience, my actions were as if I am highly experienced in sex.  For this
I feel Anitha as my guru.  I had almost daily seen her extremely hot love
making through their bed room window.  I could enjoy with Alex just like an
expert only because of the several love making lessons I learnt from
Anitha. ______________________________

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   Nili Aaj main apko apni ek aur apbiti suna raha hu.  Mere pados me
Sharmaji rahate hai.  Unke pariwar me unki maa, unki bibi aur unke 2
bachche rahte hai.  Bhabhiji bahut sundar aur achchhi hai, ek bar unke ghar
me ek function tha sharmaji ne mere ko bola ki paresh meri Sali lucknow me
rahati hai, unke pati waha par sarkari naukari me hai, wo abhi aa nahi
sakte to tum jakar meri Sali ko lekar aao.  Main unki Sali se pahale kabhi
nahi mila tha, main usko lene lucknow chala gaya, unki Sali k ghar par meri
bahut aavbhagat hui, sharmaji ki Sali bahut khoobsurat thi, uska kasa hua
badan, bade bade boobs, pyara sa chehara, moti si gand uski shadi ko abhi 6
months hi hue the, unke pati waha achchhi sarkari naukari me hai.  Wo
medium persenalty ke aadmi hai aur apne kam me jyada busy rahate hai. 
Unhone vapsi ke liye hamari ticket bana di jo do din aage ki thi aur usi
din unko office ke kam se dilli jana pada, unhone kaha ki mujhe 3-4 din
lagenge aap log jaipur chle jana, us din main train me aane ki vajah se
thaka hua tha aur so gaya, rat ko 8 baje Nili (Sharma ji ki Sali) ne mujhe
jagaya main uthkar fresh hua aur hall me aakar sofe par baith gaya.  Ghar
par main aur nili dono hi the nili ne kaha pareshji khana kha le maine kaha
abhi kya jaldi hai chalo thoda ghoom kar aate hai mujhe lucknow ghooma de,
usne kaha chalo, usne puchha ki aapko motercycle chalani aati hai kya? 
Maine kaha ha to usne kaha ki mere pati ki motercycle par chalet hai, maine
uske pati ki motercycle nikali, usne @jeans aur tight T shirt pahan rakhi
thi aur wo mere pichhe motercycle par baith gai, hum log bazaar me ghoom
kar aaye hum dono ne hi kuchh shoppng kari aur idhar udhar ghoomane lage,
ek jagah road khali thi main speed se motercycle chala raha tha achanak ek
spped breaker aaya maine ahut jor se break lagaya jisase nili puri mere
upar aa gai uski chuchiyo se mera back dab gaya usne bola ki ese kya chala
rahe ho maine kaha speed breaker aa gaya tha, lekin yah achchha hua tum
mere karib to aai varna main to subah se tumhare kareeb aane ki soch raha
hu.  Usne kuchh nahi kaha aur meri kamar me hath dal kar mujhse chipak kar
baith gai meri himmat aur badhi main har thodi der me break lagata aur vo
mere se aur chipak jati, uski boobs ki garmi me apni pith par mahsoos kar
raha tha, karib 10 baje hum ghar par a gaye aur change karke khana khaya
phir TV dekhane lage aur bahut sari batain hoti rahi.  Kareeb 1 baje usne
kaha ki chalo sote hai, garami ka time tha unke ghar me unke bedroom me AC
laga tha usne mujhe kaha ki aap bedroom me so jao me dusre room me so jatee
hu, maine kaha ki tum bhi yahi s jao usne mana kiya aur dusre room me jakar
so gai, main sone ki koshish karne laga lekin mujhe nind nahi aa rahi, bar
bar me nili ka gulabi husn aankho ke samne aa raha tha, lagbhag ek ghante
ke bad achanak mer room ka darwaja khula aur usme se nili andar aa gai usne
kaha ki garmi bahut hai waha par nind nahi aa rahi hai, maine kaha ki maine
to pahale hi kaha tha, usne gulabi coler ki pardarshi nighty pahan rakhi
thi jisme se uski black panty aur bra dikh rahi thi, usane kahi ki main bed
ki side me bistar laga ka so jaungee, maine kaha nahi tum bed par so jao
main kuchhh bhe nahi karunga wo bed par ek side me so gai aur ek side me
main.  Thodi der me mujhe nind aa gai, achank meri aankh khuli to maine
dekha ki wo mere najdeek soi hui hai aur uski nighty uske ghutno ke upar ho
gai thi uski gori safed janghe dekh kar mera lund tan gaya, maine use hath
se pakad liya aur sahalane laga aur dusara hath dhire se uske boob par rakh
diya uske boob ekdam garam the.  Maine mahsos kiya ki wo jag rahi thi,
maine apne hatho k uske nighty ke upar se uske boobs par ghoomane laga,
maine dekha ki wo aankh khol kar yah sab dekh rahi the maine uski nighty ke
samne ke buttn khol kar apn hath uski bra ke upar ghoomane laga achank usne
mera hath pakad kar jor se apne sine par masalane lagi, maine use baho me
bhar liya ur pne hotho o uske hotho ke upar rakh diya uski sanse teji se
chal rahi thi usne mere kapade utar diye maine bhi uski nighty utar di blak
bra aur panty me wo gajab dha rahi thi, main use upar se niche tak chumata
raha usne mere lund ko sahalana jari rakha, maine use chumte hue uski bra
aur panty bhi utar kar phenk di wo mere amne edam nangi thi uske us dudhiya
badan ko dekh kar mera lund ekdamm rock k tarah ho gaya, uske boobs ko ek
hath se dabate hue dusre boob ko main chusne laga uske boob bahut kadak the
usne bhi mere sharir ko chume hue mere lund ko apne muh me le liya, dhire
dhire use aur mujhe josh aane laga maine use bed par lita diya aur uski chu
ko chumne laga wo apne per jor jor se patakane agi aur kaha ki aab der mat
karo mujhe chod dalo main bhi ready tha maine apne lund ko uski chut ke muh
par rkha aur ek dhakka diya mera adha lund uske chut me chala gaya usne
kahi ki tumhara lund bahut mota uske pati ka itana mota nahi hai, main uske
boobs ko masalata raha aur uske htho ko chumate hue e aur dhakka lagaya
mera pura lund uski chut me chala gaya wo jor se chillai dhire karo dara ho
raha hai, main uske hotho ko chumata hua 2-3 minuts uske upar leta raha
uske shant hone par maine apne lund ko andar bahar karana shuru kiya ab use
bhi maza aane laga kareeb 5 minut me usne pani chhod diya ab mer lund ski
chut me toda easy ho gaya use bhi maza aane laga wo apni gand utha utha kar
apni chut marane lagi, kareeb 20 minut ki chudai me wo 4 bar jhad chuki thi
ab to mere lud e bhi jabab de diya maine kaha ki mera pani nikalane wala
hai usne kaha ki wo bhi jhadne wali hai hum dono ek sath hi jhad gaye, main
uske upar leta raha kareeb 10 minut ke bad hum phir ready the, us rat maine
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   Housewife

   My name is Gautam.  I am 30 years old, and I work in a big manufacturing
firm.  Until a few months back, I used to work in a factory in Delhi as a
senior manager, but then I got promoted.  The company chose me to go set up
and head a new manufacturing plant in a remote rural area.  So I went
there, accompanied by my wife, Bela.

   Bela is 24 years old, and we got married two years ago.  Ours was an
arranged marriage.  Bela is from my community, and was chosen by my
parents. She grew up in a small town in Uttar Pradesh, and is quite
conservative, quiet and very shy.  In many ways, she is the traditional
Indian wife.  She is a housewife, spends most of her time in housework,
knitting, watching hindi soap operas, and listens to everything I say.  No
matter how much I insist, she refuses to eat before I have eaten, which
makes me feel very guilty whenever I have to stay at work later than usual.
She also does not have any friends of her own, and her life completely
revolves around me.

   That makes me very uncomfortable.  I grew up in Delhi, so all female
friends as well as girlfriends I had before marriage were assertive,
self-confident and focused on their careers.  In fact my last girlfriend
and I broke up because she moved to Bangalore because of career reasons and
we could not handle a long distance relationship.  So finally, tired of
relationships gone bad, I agreed to my parents pestering me for an arranged
marriage.  When I first met Bela at her parents' place in her small town, I
was smitten by her beauty and grace.  I was also mindful of the career
reasons ending my last relationship, so I actually liked the idea of a
housewife.  And a simple and obedient one like Bela.

   After marriage, Bela fit in very well with the family.  We lived with my
parents in Delhi, and she was very caring and respectful towards them.  And
took upon herself a lot of the housework that my mom used to do.  Initially
I was happy with this.  I could not imagine my firebrand ex-girlfriend ever
being this homely, and it was nice to have a wife who gave so much
deference to my parents.  She read newspapers and books to my father who
has bad eyes, did most of the cooking, and got along well with other
relatives too.  And she seemed very happy and content with our life.

   I on the other hand, started getting a bit annoyed by it all.  I felt as
if my wife was mine only for a few hours.  The rest of the time, I had to
share her with my parents and other relatives who kept dropping in.  The
only privacy we got was at night in the bedroom.  Ah, the bedroom.  In the
bedroom, things were quite good.  Nothing wild or rollicking like with my
ex, but good.  Bela had been a virgin until our wedding night, as the blood
on the sheet showed.  She was initially hesitant and shy about sex, but was
gradually coming around to enjoying it.  She was still shy about telling me
what she liked, but I had more or less managed to gauge her pretty well. 
For the first few weeks, she was dead opposed to the idea of giving or
getting oral sex.  But eventually I coaxed her and trained her into giving
me some pretty good blowjobs.  And although she'd never admit it to me, she
loved it when I went down on her.

   So things were OK in bed, and Bela was a great fit with my family, but I
craved for some actual privacy.  I could not just get up and rent a
separate house for the two of us without any reason, because my parents
would have felt hurt.  But I really wished I could.  Which is why I was
elated when the company promoted me, and wanted to send me far from Delhi
to set up and head the new manufacturing plant.  It gave me a valid reason
to live alone with my wife.

   There were tearful goodbyes when we were leaving.  It was as if a bride
was leaving her parents' house.  A lot of relatives also came to bid us
farewell, actually Bela more than me.  I had never mixed much with any of
my relatives and many of them often commented about how Bela seems a lot
closer to them in just a couple of years than I had been over my lifetime.
So we said goodbye to the whole family and went to the small village of
Hingpur.

   The village itself was tiny, and did not have any housing suitable for
us.  So the company had built a couple of houses for me and some of the
others who would be working with me, on the outskirts of the village and a
couple of km from the factory site.  When we went there, at the very
outset, we were the only people living there.  Bela took on the
responsibility of turning that house into a home with great zeal.  We went
to the closest town to get a lot of furniture and other things, and very
soon what had just been a few rooms with bare walls, became a full fledged
home.

   From the outside, it seemed like a desolate place, with nothing but a
few empty houses behind us.  There was barren and hilly land all around us,
with some shrubs and trees and nothing much.  Inside the house however,
things were very different.  Fully furnished and decorated, with a
well-stocked kitchen, and with aromas of food or incense wafting around. 
The company offered to hire a servant for us, but Bela refused saying that
a washing machine was enough for the laundry, and since it was just the two
of us, there wasn't too much work anyway.

   The best part of this new job was that my work hours were flexible.  I
just had to go for a few hours to inspect the construction and set-up of
the manufacturing plant.  But beyond that, until the factory became fully
functional, I didn't have much to do.  Which was great for Bela and my sex
life.  We started having sex more and more often.  In the morning,
afternoon, evening and if course night.  Bela was still a bit shy in bed,
but she was enjoying herself more and more.  I also noticed that she
started moaning and yelling during sex, something she told me she always
controlled in Delhi, lest my parents hear us.

   Bela also started talking a lot more, which I loved.  She was still very
deferential to me, but I started learning more about her likes and
dislikes. I actually started feeling like I had a wife, not a glorified
maid.

   One thing that had always struck me as odd was how one-dimensional
Bela's wardrobe was.  She almost always wore saris.  And the few times she
did not wear saris, she wore salwar-kameez.  She did not own any western
clothes at all.  So once, I brought this topic up, asking if she only wore
Indian clothes.  And she shyly said that she used to wear jeans and
trousers when she was in college in her small town, but her mother said it
would be inappropriate to wear them as a housewife, so she had left them
behind when we got married.

   I laughed and said we should buy her some new clothes.  The next weekend
we went to the closest town and bought Bela some tshirts, tops, jeans,
trousers, capris and shorts.  Getting her to buy shorts was a bit of a
task. First she refused, saying she would feel uncomfortable wearing
shorts, especially in such rural settings.  I told her she could just wear
them at home, and reminded her how remote our house was.  She finally
agreed, but uncomfortably.  In fact when she tried on the shorts in the
trial room, she refused to come out and show me how they looked, because
the shop-keeper would see her bare legs.  And these weren't skimpy shorts.
Loose ones that went to her knees.  But even that made her uncomfortable.
She just came out, changing into her regular clothes and told me the shorts
fit.

   When we went home, I had her model all the clothes for me, which she
did, giggling all the time.  From then on, Bela started wearing western
clothes in the house regularly.  Later, she even admitted that it was a
relief to wear them, because the hot weather really made her uncomfortable
under the heavy saris and salwar kameez.  In a few weeks, she got
comfortable in those clothes, and when I took her for another shopping
trip, she did not mind me buying shorter skirts and skimpier shorts, along
with some tanktops.  This time too, she tried them on locked in the
changing room without coming out, not wanting to give the guys in the store
a look.

   One thing I forgot to mention was that we often went for walks in the
evening in the barren countryside.  Close to sunset, the cooler breeze
would pick up, and the austere landscape would look beautiful in the
twilight.  Bela always wore saris or salwar kameez on these walks.  When I
tried to convince her to wear something western, she always said that it
would look weird if some of the villagers saw us.  But we were in such a
remote location that we had yet to encounter a single human being on our
walks.  So as we left the store, I decided to have Bela dress a bit more
boldly for our next walk.

   The next evening when I suggested that she should wear shorts and a
t-shirt, she refused, but it was a weak refusal.  I reminded her that we
had not run into a soul so far, and even if we did, so what?  Bela
eventually agreed, and we went for a walk, with her wearing her loosest and
longest shorts, and her loosest t-shirt.  She seemed very self-conscious at
first, but gradually got used to it.  From then on, she started regularly
wearing western clothing for our walks.

   As time progressed, she even let her clothes get shorter and
skimpier....by her standards of course.  Some of you might laugh at the
thought of a woman wearing a tank-top and a knee-length skirt outdoors
being considered risque or bold.  But for my small town shy wife, it was a
big deal.  In a few days, she almost stopped wearing saris and salwar
kameez altogether, wearing them only when we had to go shopping or go watch
a movie.  Even for those occasions, she often started wearing jeans and
t-shirts.  At home, she was always in shorts or skirts.

   Our sex life was getting a wee bit raunchier too.  Bela now started
making the first move quite frequently.  Often I'd be sitting watching TV
and she'd get done with cooking, walk to me, take off her top and straddle
me.  Sometimes she'd kneel in front of me, take out my dick and start
sucking it.  During sex, she started saying things like "yes, right there"
or "harder, faster" or "yes, that speed is perfect".  She started taking
the initiative in changing positions during sex.  And best of all, she
started shaving her pussy regularly.

   All this meant that we'd be in a heightened state of arousal most of the
time that we were home.  There would be a lot of cuddling, kissing,
fondling, and of course actual sex.  So once when I had gone to the town
alone, I bought some porn CDs.  When I showed them to my wife, I expected
her to at least feign some shock or disgust, but instead, she was very
intrigued.  She admitted that she had seen a couple of porn films with some
of her (female) friends in college, but when I started playing one of the
CDs, she looked shocked and said these were way more explicit.  I then
realized that she had only seen some softcore porn.

   In one of the porn CDs, the girl and her boyfriend are on a hike, and
they start making out right there in the open, and end up having sex on the
grass.  Bela seemed to have liked this one a lot.  So it gave me an idea.
The next day when we went for a walk, I pulled her into my arms and kissed
her.  She resisted, saying, what if someone sees us?  I told her to shut
up, and that no one has ever come here.  So she agreed and we kissed.

   For the next couple of days, we kissed regularly, and Bela again seemed
to be getting into the groove of things, often taking the initiative of
kissing me.  So I pushed it up a notch.  The next time when we kissed, I
slipped my hands into her shorts and fondled her lovely ass.  She did not
object at all, which I liked.  I then put my hand up her top and massaged
her bra-covered boobs, which she also seemed to like.

   I was about to try something else, but Bela whispered into my ears that
she was getting very horny and we should go home right away and have sex. I
obliged, and we almost sprinted home and had some great sex.

   In the next few days, our walks got more and more interesting.  I
started slipping my hands into Bela's clothes regularly and for long
durations, and she did not protest.  One day I went further and slid her
shorts and panties down to around her thighs, exposing her butt.  She
immediately reached to pull them up, but I held her hands and said there's
no one around.  She stopped struggling, and stayed in my embrace, the
evening sun beating down on her exposed and lovely butt.

   I then reached down and started fingering her, only to notice she was
already wet.  That delighted me and I fingered her for a while, making her
cum right there in my arms.  After that I let her pull her shorts up and we
continued our walk.  The next day, when it was time for our walk, Bela
asked me,

   "Are you going to....do that again?"

   "Do what?" I asked, feigning ignorance.

   "You know." she said looking down shyly "What you did yesterday."

   "What did I do yesterday?" I said, wanting her to say it out loud.

   "Slip my shorts down and expose my butt." she said blushing.

   "Hmm...  why do you ask?  Do you not want me to do it again?" I asked

   "You're my husband.  Whatever you want is fine.  I was just thinking
that if you are going to do it, I'll wear a skirt.  It'll be easier to
cover up in case someone walks by." she said.

   "Great idea, Bela!" I said.

   So she wore a skirt.  Not too short.  Hemline about 2 inches above her
knee.  But it was pleated, so it gave me good access.  When we reached a
remote spot, I reached under her skirt and took her panties off.  She was
blushing, but did not protest.  I then held her skirt up with one hand and
fingered her with another.  From then on, she started going for the walks
in skirts and without any panties on.  She also started wearing only
tank-tops and her t-shirts were confined to the closet.

   The next step was taking off an article of her clothing and getting her
semi-naked outdoors.  I tried it one day, by starting to pull her tank-top
off.  She made some cursory protesting noises, but willingly raised her
hands to make it easier for me to get her topless.  She walked topless for
a few minutes, with me playing with her exposed boobs, but then said she
felt uncomfortable so I let her put her top back on.

   A few days later, I tried to take her skirt off and get her completely
naked, but she protested.  I knew that if I raised my voice and insisted,
she would obediently do it.  But I didn't want to force her into anything
using my position as the commanding husband.  So I didn't push for it.  One
day, I did however take her behind a tree and asked her to give me a
blowjob.  Which she willingly did.

   And for a week or so after that, we were at that state of boldness. 
She'd get topless, go panty-less, let me raise her skirt and expose her
ass, let me finger her and she'd give me a blowjob out in the open.  I was
sensing that she might soon be ready for something more, when it happened.
After weeks and weeks, we finally encountered another human being.

   I was leaning against a tree, with my pants down, and my dick in Bela's
mouth as she sucked on it hungrily.  She was on her haunches.  Her top was
off and in my hands, and her boobs were on display.  A distance away I
spied some movement.  I slowly turned my head and saw that it was a young
village woman, with some sort of a basket on her head, walking towards us a
couple of hundred meters away.  I thought about warning Bela, but then
decided to stay silent and see what would happen.

   Bela kept working on my dick and the woman kept coming closer.  About
fifty meters away from us, the woman finally saw us, and was startled.  Her
startling made the basket fall off her head and its contents, some fruits,
spilled out.  Bela heard the noise too and looked at it, spotting the
woman.

   I expected Bela to panic, but she was remarkably calm.  She slowly took
my dick out of her mouth and stood up.

   "My top." she said, still looking at the woman who was now gathering
couple of dozen fruits that had spilled everywhere.

   I handed Bela her top, and she quietly put it on, and started walking
towards the woman.  As I was pulling my pants up and hiding my dick, I saw
Bela reach the woman, and start helping her gather the fruits and put them
in the basket.  No words were exchanged between them.  In fact the two
ladies did not even look at each other.  They just focused on the fruits
and in no time had filled up the basket.  Bela then wordless turned around
and came back to me.  The woman, stealing glances at us, walked away
rapidly.

   "Let's go home." Bela said and I agreed.

   That night, Bela was really an animal in bed.  After we finished having
sex the third time that night, I asked her if she liked being seen
half-naked by someone else, and she said nothing.  I asked her again, and
she got up, saying she should clean the kitchen.  I fell asleep soon.

   The next morning, I was going to bring up the topic, but I got a call
from my company's Delhi office.  They said they were sending over a guy
named Shyam who would be reporting to me and be in charge of the day-to-day
manufacturing operations.  He was being sent to supervise the finishing
touches on the shop floor layout and to start hiring some workers.  He
would be arriving in a couple of hours and I should show him around.  So I
left for the factory at once to get things ready for Shyam.Shyam moved in
to the house next to ours.  I knew Shyam vaguely from a few company
conferences.  He used to work in the Ahmedabad factory, and had risen from
being a common daily wage worker in the factory to manufacturing
supervisor. He was about 40, older than me, but would be working under me.
I showed him around the factory, explained him all the details and called
up Bela to tell her he'd be dining with us tonight.

   That evening when I reached home with Shyam, I saw that Bela was back in
a sari after many days.  She welcomed us home, and served us some drinks
and snacks.  After taking a few things off the stove, she joined us in the
living room.  The conversation between Shyam and Bela was very limited. 
She never really talked too much with men outside the family.  Shyam too
seemed like a conservative guy, and except for briefly praising the snacks,
didn't even look at Bela, much less talk to her.  Bela was back to her
docile self, just sitting silently, while Shyam and I talked.

   Shyam told us that his family was back in Ahmedabad, and they would not
be joining him for at least a year.  He had one son who was in Class 12th
and it being such an important academic year, his wife was going to stay
back with their son.  In a year, after their son was off to college, his
wife would move here.  So I told him not to bother with cooking.  Bela
would pack two lunch boxes everyday and for dinner, he should join us.  He
protested, saying he did not want to impose, but I waved off his protests..
Even Bela broke her silence and said it would be no trouble for her at all.
Soon we finished our drinks and went to the dining table.

   With Shyam's arrival, Bela seemed to have gone back into her shell.  She
stopped wearing western clothes altogether, even when we went for evening
walks.  On our walks, if I tried to kiss or fondle her, she would not stop
me, but I could sense the passive resistance, so I stopped trying, and our
walks soon became completely uneventful.  They were often cut short too,
because Shyam would be coming to dinner and Bela had some more things to
finish in the kitchen.

   Shyam started having dinner with us every night.  Bela and Shyam still
didn't talk very much, beyond the pleasantries and compliments about the
food.  Once in a while, Shyam and I would drink together.  Some times, we'd
buy some movie DVDs and watch them all together.  In some ways, I have glad
to have some company.  But in other ways, I was frustrated at how Shyam's
arrival had messed up things.  How Bela had taken many steps back.

   And the effects started showing in the bedroom too.  Before he arrived,
Bela had been showing signs of becoming a regular tigress in bed.  Now she
was mostly back to her pliant obedient self.  We still had regular sex, but
that honeymoon-like spark was missing.  A few nights after Shyam left, I
got Bela to change into skimpier clothes, and it did help a little.  But
most nights, she'd be too tired with all the cooking and cleaning and I
didn't have the heart to make her do much more.

   So I started coaxing her gently to dress a bit more liberally when Shyam
was around.  Nothing too revealing.  To start off, I asked her to wear
jeans.  Which she did.  And Shyam barely noticed it.  That night I said to
Bela, see, you are making too big a deal.  Nothing wrong with dressing
comfortably just because Shyam is around.  And she agreed.  For the next
week or so, Bela wore jeans and tshirts when Shyam came over without any
more fuss.

   Almost immediately, I sensed a slight improvement in her attitude in
bed, and I realized something.  My shy wife is a bit of a closet
exhibitionist.  Even the slight change from saris to jeans got her worked
up.  And of course, I remembered how wild she had been in bed after that
fruit seller woman had caught us.  Maybe all Bela needed was a little more
coaxing.  So I coaxed her into wearing shorts.  I reasoned with her that
jeans are fine, but not really as comfortable for cooking and housework as
shorts might be.  She agreed.

   The next day when Shyam came over, Bela was in knee-length loose shorts
and a tshirt.  Her perfectly shaped milky white calves were on display. 
Over the course of the evening, I noticed Shyam, for the first time ever,
sneaking a few glimpses at Bela.  He did it artfully when she was not
looking, and when he thought I was not looking either.  But I noticed it
anyway.  That intrigued me.

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That night in bed, I casually mentioned to Bela that I had seen Shyam
look at her legs.  She blushed a little, but said nothing.  I asked her the
same question I had asked her before.  If she liked others admiring her. 
She blushed again, and buried her face in my chest shyly without saying
anything.  She stayed like that for a few minutes as I rubbed her back. 
And then she jumped on top of me and started getting naked.  We had some

awesomely passionate sex that night.

   The next day, Bela's shorts got a little shorter.  And Shyam's staring
became a little more blatant.  The day after that, she switched from
t-shirts to tank-tops.  And Shyam was positively loving it.  He started
making more conversation with Bela, probably because that would give him an
excuse to look at her.  One night Bela told me she had also noticed Shyam
staring at her legs.  And this made our sex life better with each passing
night.

   Then came the day when things went to a different level for the first
time.  It was a Saturday, and like we did on most weekends, Shyam and I
were drinking.  Both of us were a few drinks down and Bela had been working
in the kitchen, making snacks for us.  She was wearing shorts which, while
not quite hotpants, were still skimpy enough to show her smooth and fair
thighs.  Shyam had by now dropped any pretense and used to admire my wife
quite openly.  He had probably realized that I wasn't saying anything, so
it was okay to look.

   Since there were a lot of snacks, we were sitting on the dining table,
drinking.  Both of us were a bit tipsy.  Bela was about ten feet away, her
back towards us, cooking.  The shorts were not skin-tight, but they did
outline the shape of Bela's ass really well.  As we were talking, Shyam
kept looking at her ass every couple of minutes.  I had been thinking of
doing something for a few days.  The alcohol in my system gave me the
impetus to actually do it.  The next time Shyam turned his head to look at
Bela, I said,

   "What are you looking at so much, Shyam?"

   Shyam jerked his head straight and looked at me,

   "Hmmm?  What?" he said, slurring a little.

   "I asked you what you were looking at there" I said, pointing my thumb
in Bela's direction.

   "Nothing, Sir.  Sorry, Sir." he replied.  Although he was my
subordinate, he was almost a decade older than me, so I had told him to
address me by my name.  But he was a little old-fashioned and insisted on
calling me "sir".

   "Nothing or sorry?  If it was nothing, no need to be sorry.  If you are
sorry, it can't have been nothing." I said, pointing my finger at him.

   Shyam looked at me, panic dripping from his face.  I saw a couple of
beads of sweat appear on his forehead.  He stayed silent.  I stared at him
for a few seconds, letting him panic a little more.

   "Tell me something." I said "Do you think my wife is hot?"

   "Sir?" he blurted out, now shaking a little.

   "It's a simple question.  Do you think my wife is hot?  Is she
beautiful?"

   "No sir....yes sir..." he said.

   "No sir or yes sir?  Can't be both, Shyam.  Just answer me honestly. 
I'm not going to eat you alive, you know.  Is Bela beautiful?"

   Bela could hear all this, but she had kept on cooking, without stopping
or looking back.

   "Yes, Sir.  Sorry, Sir." Shyam said, wiping his forehead.

   "There's nothing to be sorry about, Shyam.  Of course she is beautiful.
Relax.  I am not offended that someone finds my wife hot." I said, and
downed the drink.

   Shyam's drink was almost finished too.  So I took the bottle and poured
us both some more.

   "Have a drink." I said.  "You look like you need it."

   Shyam gladly took the glass and downed about half of it in one gulp.  I
started sipping mine and started talking about something at work.

   Five minutes later, I asked him nonchalantly,

   "Shyam, don't you think that Bela has the most amazing ass you have ever
seen?"

   Shyam almost spit his drink out, in shock.  Even Bela froze for a
second, before continuing with her cooking.

   "Sir, I think I'll get going." Shyam said, now in panic again.

   "Nonsense.  Stay seated.  Now answer me.  Does my wife have the most
amazing ass you have ever seen?" I asked in a slightly raised voice.

   "Sir, I think we have both had a lot to drink and..." he said, starting
to get up.

   "SIT DOWN!" I yelled and he sat down at once.  "Now answer my question.
Look at her ass."

   Shyam reluctantly turned his head and looked at Bela's ass.

   "Tell me what you think." I continued.

   "Sir...I....  I mean....please sir....I...." Shyam stuttered,

   "I know what you are trying to say.  You haven't really seen her ass
well enough to make that judgment.  Isn't that right?" I asked, getting up.

   Shyam shrank back in horror, probably scared that I was going to hit
him. But instead I walked towards Bela and stood behind her.

   "I agree that you haven't seen enough to make a judgment.  So let me
help you." I said, and grabbed the bottom of the back of the legs of her
shorts in each hand.  I then pulled them up, rolling them in my hand, until
half of each asscheek was visible, with a bit of her panties.  "So now do
you think her ass is the most amazing one?"

   Shyam kept staring at Bela's ass with his mouth open.  At this point, I
expected Bela to say something to me in protest or slap my hands away. 
Instead, she just kept doing whatever she was doing, as if oblivious to
everything.  I finally let go of her shorts and they rolled back down.

   "Well, it seems like you still can't decide.  Maybe because...." I said,
putting one hand on my chin pensively "...you still haven't really seen her
ass."

   And then I did what I had been imagining myself doing for days.  I put
my fingers into Bela's waistband and pulled her shorts and panties down,
until they were bunched up around her lower thighs.  Her naked ass was now
on full display for Shyam to see.  Bela froze for a couple of seconds, as
if trying to decide something.  I was positive she would put and end to it.
But to my amazement, she unfroze and then kept cooking.

   I smiled, walked back to the table and sat down.  Shyam was still
staring at Bela's beautiful ass, like a kid staring at ice cream.  Bela was
standing there, her naked ass exposed, her shorts and panties bunched
around her thigh, as she kept cooking.  I started admiring Bela's ass too,
this time in completely new light.  Ever since I discovered Bela's hidden
exhibitionist tendencies, I had been thinking about exposing her to Shyam
for a while, but hadn't been sure if I could actually go through with it.

   And now that I had, Bela had reacted to it very calmly.  I was reminded
again of the time the fruit seller woman caught us.  Bela did not panic
then, and did not panic now.  Instead, she seemed to be filled with the
kind of confidence that she otherwise never displayed.  As if exposing
herself raised her self-esteem.

   All three of us stayed like that for about ten minutes.  Shyam and I
both admiring Bela's ass, and Bela cooking.  Finally Bela said,

   "Dinner is ready."

   She then bent in her waist, pulled her shorts back up and started
serving dinner.  We all ate dinner in silence, and then Shyam left.

   That night, Bela was insatiable in bed, and very loud and expressive. 
She still did not use any dirty words, but the lust in her voice was amply
evident.  Neither she nor I spoke about what had happened that night. 
Finally, at about 4 am, after having sex more times than we ever had on a
single night, we both drifted asleep, naked in each others arms.

   The next day was a Sunday, and Shyam usually came over for lunch too. 
But that day, he did not turn up.  When I called him up, he said he had
gone to the town for some shopping.  I told him to make sure and come over
for dinner, to which he hesitantly agreed.

   At night, when Shyam came over, I waited for half an hour before doing
anything.  Bela was in shorts and a tank top, working in the kitchen.  Half
an hour later, I told Shyam we should move to the dining table in the
kitchen, and as soon as we got there, I went over to Bela and quietly
slipped her shorts down.  I pulled them all the way down to her ankles, and
she stepped out of them, leaving her completely naked for the waist down.

   Shyam and I then got back to talking and admiring Bela's naked ass.  He
appeared a lot more relaxed.  Since we weren't drinking, he now realized
that the previous night's events weren't some drunken folly, and both Bela
and I were okay with whatever was happening.  Once she got done cooking,
Bela put her shorts back on and joined us on the table.

   From then on, as soon as Shyam came over, I took off Bela's shorts and
panties.  For the first couple of days, she would cook half naked and then
put the shorts back on before joining us for dinner.  But later, she
stopped doing that too.  Bela was now mostly bottomless when Shyam was
around, and he got quite used to seeing her naked ass and her shaved pussy
regularly.

   A week or so later, Bela had gotten so used to the routine that she even
stopped wearing anything below her waist in the evenings, and I didn't need
to take anything off.  Above the waist, she still dressed as usual - a bra,
a top and her mangalsutra.  Shyam would still ogle at her, but had never
made a reference to what was happening, and neither had I.  That's when I
decided to take a step further.

   One night, as Bela was cooking, I went over to her and started pulling
her top off.

   "Wait." she said, and I stopped, wondering if I had crossed some limit.
But she continued, "My hands have spices all over them and it will mess up
the top.  Let me wash my hands."

   So she took a couple of steps to the kitchen sink, washed her hands,
dried them, and the raised her hands.  I took her top off and she got back
to cooking, wearing just a bra.  And of course the mangalsutra.  Shyam
seemed to love it all of course.  That night, Bela walked around the house,
cooked and even had dinner with us wearing just the bra.  She was
completely naked otherwise, and even through the bra, the shape of her
amazing tits was very clear.  For the next few days, that's how Bela would
be when Shyam was around.  In just a bra.

   As expected, taking this next step made Bela even randier in bed.  I
would wake up almost every morning to find my wife naked, with my dick in
her mouth.  And having sex two times in the morning before heading off to
work became common.

   We all knew what the next step would be.  Getting her completely naked.
So far I had been escalating things one by one, and both Bela and Shyam had
been passive participants in our kinky little game.  I decided to prolong
their agony a bit.  Almost two weeks went by, and things stayed the same.
Bela would be in a bra and nothing else.  Shyam would stare at her all the
time, and I was sure he jacked off every night thinking about her body and
her beautiful face.

   After two weeks, I decided it was time.  Bela had finished cooking and
joined us at the table for dinner, with only her bra on, and the
mangalsutra resting in her cleavage.  Halfway through dinner, I
nonchalantly reached behind Bela's back, and unhooked her bra with my left
hand.  Bela got a very serious expression on her face and kept staring at
her plate.  I then moved the straps down through her arms to her elbow and
her bra cups fell forward, exposing her boobs to Shyam.

   Shyam for the first time made an appreciative noise, moaning slightly.
He stopped eating and kept staring at her boobs for a few minutes.  Bela
meanwhile took the bra off carefully, and put it on the chair next to her.
She was now completely naked.  Shyam finally got back to eating, but his
eyes were glued to Bela's boobs the whole time.  Finally, we got done with
dinner and Bela, still naked went to the kitchen sink and started washing
the dishes.

   Now that the final line had been crossed and Shyam had seen her naked,
Bela almost stopped wearing clothes around the house altogether.  She would
cook naked, clean naked, stay naked during the day, and when Shyam came
over, she was fully naked.  The only thing she wore was the mangalsutra,
the necklace married women wear, and seeing her clad only in that somehow
made things seem even kinkier.  And things in the bedroom got crazier than
ever.Then came a day when things changed a bit.  When I got home from work,
Bela was wearing a short pleated skirt and a t-shirt with no bra or panties
on.  Having gotten used to seeing her naked, I was surprised to see her in
clothes.  Shyam came over shortly and also seemed surprised to see the
clothes on.  For a while, I considered taking her clothes on, but I was
curious to see what would happen if I did not, so I let things be.  Bela
cooked with her tiny skirt and t-shirt on, and once in a while when she
bent, her ass and bare pussy were on display.  But apart from that, Shyam
and I were not treated to any nakedness.  Not for a while at least.  As we
sat down for dinner, Bela spoke up,

   "You know that new Shahrukh movie DVD that you bought?"

   "Yeah?" I asked.  I had bought a DVD of the latest hit Bollyood film a
few days back but we had not gotten around to watching it.

   "Let's watch it tonight after dinner.  Shyam-ji can also stay and watch
if he likes." she said.

   That was the first hint I got that Bela had something planned.  Curious
to see how things went, I agreed and told Shyam he should stay and watch
the movie.  he readily agreed.  After dinner, she told us to go to the
living room, start the DVD player and wait for her.  She would finish the
dishes and join us soon.

   Shyam and I headed to the living room.  We had two couches, arranged
perpendicular to each other.  I sat on one, and Shyam sat on the other one,
assuming that Bela would sit next to me.  I popped in the DVD, paused the
movie at the titles and we talked about work, waiting for Bela to come out.

   I was half-expecting her to walk out naked, but she came to the living
room dressed in the same skirt and t-shirt that she had been wearing.  I
was a little disappointed, but got intrigued at once because Bela, instead
of sitting on the couch next to me, sat down next to Shyam!  He looked
surprised too, so as if to offer a feeble explanation, Bela said,

   "I like this angle better to watch the movie."

   I almost burst out laughing because that excuse was total bullshit.  But
I kept quiet, now sure that Bela had something planned.  And it delighted
me, because for the first time since these games started, she had taken the
initiative to do something.

   I started the movie and we watched.  Bela was sitting at the other end
of the couch, a couple of feet away from Shyam.  Fifteen minutes into the
movie, Bela leaned and put her head on the armrest of the couch, pulled her
feet up and folded them.  She was now lying down on the couch in a foetal
position, her feet just a couple of inches from Shyam's thigh.

   She was of course, wearing a short pleated skirt as you might recall. 
So in that position, it partly fell open, exposing half her butt and her
pussy.  I noticed it at once and smiled to myself, but it took Shyam a few
more minutes to realize what was on display.  When he realized it, he
stared at her pussy for a few seconds.  Then looked at the screen, and then
again at her.  Bela for her part, kept looking at the screen, either
engrossed in the movie, or pretending to be.

   A few minutes went by like that, with Shyam alternating between the
screen and Bela's nether regions.  And then Bela made her next move.  She
stretched her feet and put them on Shyam's lap.  This was the first time
the two of them had made any type of physical contact, and Shyam almost
jumped up in surprise.  Bela kept looking at the screen.

   Shyam stared at her dainty feet in his lap.  She had a couple of
toe-rings on, as is the custom for married women in my community.  After a
few minutes of agonizing, Shyam very tentatively placed a hand on her foot.
Bela did not react.  Well, at least not instantly.  So he started rubbing
her soft pretty feet slowly and playing with her toe-rings.  Bela now had a
visible smile on her face.  She was clearly enjoying this game.

   A while later, Bela stretched her legs some more, and now her feet were
on the other arm rest and her bare calves were on Shyam's lap.  Shyam took
his hand off her feet and put it on her shapely, smooth and white calves.
He started massaging both her calves with both his hands, something I know
she really loves.  Bela let out a tiny moan to indicate she liked it and
said,

   "I like that.  My legs hurt from working all day."

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Shyam froze for a second and looked at me.  I looked at him, smiled and
turned my attention back to the screen.  At this stage, I am sure not a
single one of us had any idea about what was going on in the movie.  It was
a Shahrukh movie anyway, so chances are nothing interesting was happening.

But we silently seemed to have agreed to continue the pretense.

   Shyam fondled and massaged her calves, and slowly but surely kept moving
his hand upwards.  In ten minutes, his hands had gone above her knees and
he was now massaging her lower thighs, just below her skirt's hemline.  He
massaged her there for a few more minutes and stopped, unsure of whether he
should proceed further.  Bela, still looking at the screen, then lifted her
right leg, folded it in the knee and rested it against the back of the
couch.  This made the skirt fold back and bunch up around her waist, making
her pussy completely visible to Shyam.

   Shyam took it as the signal it was and moved one hand higher, until it
was at the junction of her legs, right below her pussy lips.  He ran his
finger around that area.  At this point, I also noticed the big tent in his
pants, indicating that he had an erection.  Usually when Bela was naked, we
sat at the table and that hid the lower part of Shyam's body.  So I had no
idea if he had gotten hard looking at her before, but this one time, it was
very obvious.

   His fingers still circling the area around her pussy, Shyam turned to
look at me.  I immediately turned my head to look at the screen, as if
telling him - "go on, I'll pretend I am not looking", although he knew that
I knew whatever was going on.  From the corner of my eye, I saw his finger
run over her pussy lips and gradually penetrate her.  Bela, still looking
at the screen, moaned loudly as his finger entered his most private place.

   At this point I got up, walked to the couch and stood over them.  Shyam
immediately withdrew his hand, put it on his lap, and stared at me with
fear and guilt, wondering if he had gone too far.  Bela was also looking at
me, but with a triumphant smile on her face, as if to say "your move,
hubby".  I looked at both of them turn by turn and then said,

   "Well, Bela, since you are happy to have his fingers in your cunt, at
least get in the proper position."

   I caught hold of her legs and pulled, making her roll over on her back.
I then spread her legs wife, opening up her pussy lips slightly.  I folded
her skirt into a small roll around her waist.

   "There, now he can finger you properly.  Also, what use is this
t-shirt?"

   I said, and took her t-shirt off, leaving her bra-less tits exposed.  I
then got on my knees and started playing with her tits.  Shyam mustered up
courage and reached over and started fingering her pussy again.  He also
started playing with her clit using his thumb.  Shyam kept working on her
with his fingers and I kept biting and licking her tits and nipples.  I
also used her mangalsutra to play with her nipples, something she always
loved.  The two of us working on Bela sent her over the edge pretty
quickly. Within a few minutes, she started moaning and shuddering and had a
big orgasm, thrashing about on the couch for almost a whole minute before
she calmed down.

   Shyam kept his hands to himself, and I went back to my couch and sat
there, waiting for Bela to regain her breath.  Once she was done, she got
up from the couch, took her skirt off, getting fully naked, and said to me
assertively,

   "I need you to fuck me soon."

   I loved the assertive and demanding tone in Bela's voice and marveled
happily at how much my demure shy wife had changed over the last few
months.

   "Right here?  Now?" I asked with a smile on his face.

   "No, not in front of him." she said and then looking at Shyam,
continued, "sorry Shyamji, but I won't feel comfortable with you
around....."

   Shyam nodded in agreement.

   "Yes, yes, I understand.  I'll get going." he said getting up, but Bela
pushed him and he fell back on the couch.

   "Wait.  I can see you are very.....uncomfortable." she said pointing at
the tent in his pants.  "Your wife is not here to pleasure you, and I'll
feel guilty for teasing you so much.  So I was thinking...."

   She got down on her knees in front of Shyam and unzipped his pants.  His
erect dick popped out.  She held it in her dainty little hand and started
wanking it.

   "Do you mind?" she said looking at me, and I shook my head smiling.

   Shyam leaned back on the couch as my wife expertly gave him a handjob. I
was surprised to see how good she was at it.  I had never had her give me a
handjob.  I've never been a big fan of handjobs, and have always thought it
is something used only by a man on himself.  Why strain a woman's hand when
her cunt and mouth are willing, is my motto.  Shyam however was enjoying
his.  Enjoying it a little too much, because very soon he started spurting
his seed.  Bela held his cumming dick at such an angle that most of it fell
on the coffee table, and some on his pants.

   "Thank you, Bela-ji." he said gratefully.  "I really needed that."

   Shyam put his dick back in his pants, zipped up and got up to leave. 
Bela walked with him, naked to the door to see him off.  At the door she
gave him a peck on the cheek, he pecked her on the cheek, and then he left.

   Obviously, I also had a raging hard-on, having seen my wife act so
sluttily.  When she came back from the door, I pounced on her, threw her on
the couch and fucked her right there.  I then went down on her, making her
cum again.  We fucked two more times that night, before both of us,
exhausted, fell asleep naked on the couch.

   I woke up thirsty in the middle of the night.  It was a little past 4
am. I rolled Bela over carefully off my arms and went to the kitchen to get
some water.  As I was drinking from the bottle in the fridge's light, I
noticed Bela walk up next to me as well.  I gave her the bottle and she
started drinking hungrily from it too.  Once we quenched our thirsts, we
walked together to the bedroom.  I lay down, and Bela put her head on my
chest and her arm around me.

   "Bela." I said.

   "Uh huh?" she replied.

   "You sure had a good time today, didn't you?" I asked.

   She didn't say anything.

   "Well?" I asked and she stayed silent for a few moments, and then spoke,

   "I feel strange talking about it." she said in a shy voice.  "I hope you
don't think I am a character-less woman or something."

   "Haha, No." I said laughing, "Not at all.  In fact I love this new side
of you.  So what made you think of doing that?" I asked.

   "I don't feel like talking about it.  It's happened so recently." she
said, her voice muffled as her face was now completely hidden in my chest.

   I didn't say anything.  We lay there like that for a few more minutes.
Then I asked her,

   "Bela, I am the first man you've had sex with, right?"

   "Yes.  First and only.  You saw the blood on the wedding night." she
answered.

   "What about...." I said trying to pick the right words, "what about
things less than sex?"

   She stayed silent.  I repeated my question, and she raised her head,
looked into my eyes and said,

   "What do you mean by things less than sex?"

   "You know....  like with Shyam today.  Other erotic stuff." I explained.

   She buried her face in my chest again and said nothing.  I coaxed her a
bit, she blushed and refused to speak.  She said I would think she was a
slut before marriage.  I waved away that response.  Finally, after
convincing her that I was asking about her past only because it turned me
on, not because I meant to judge her, I got the story out of her.  But
that's a different story.The story of her past might again seem too tame
and anti-climatic to some of you, but if you consider the town she grew up
in, and how conservative her parents were, it is somewhat of a big deal. 
Right from her childhood, Bela was known to be a very attractive girl.  Her
parents were very old-fashioned, conservative and obviously protective.  So
when their cute and pretty little daughter hit puberty and started
blossoming into an undeniably gorgeous young woman, their protective
instincts were heightened.  Her mother and father started keeping a very
strict and watchful eye over her.

   They escorted her to and from school personally.  She had already been
put in an all-girls school.  So there was no question of boys in school
hitting on her.  But her parents also made sure she didn't get friendly
with any boys in her neighborhood.  And of course, her mother kept
brainwashing her about staying away from guys, saying girls from "good
families" do not have affairs or boyfriends.  Girls from "good families"
are supposed to save themselves for their husbands.

   Although Bela did well in school and could have gone to a better
college, her father insisted on sending her to an all-girls college run by
the local nuns.  He said that as it is, they would get her married after
college, so what was the point of going to a fancy college?  At least by
sending her to an all-girls college, they knew she would stay "pure".

   All this might seem very draconian to you, as it did to me, but Bela
insists that growing up, she never felt bitter or caged.  Most of her
female friends had been brought up in families like that too, and in their
town, girls who had "boyfriends" were considered characterless sluts.  So
Bela was convinced she was doing the right thing by obeying her parents.  A
few times that guys would approach her, like at the movies or in the
market, she spurned their advances.  She dreamed about the time she would
get married to her ideal guy (chosen by her parents) which would happen
soon.

   So by the time Bela finished college and got her bachelor's degree, she
was 21 years old, extremely pretty, but had never as much as held hands
with a boy, much less kiss or do anything more.  Her parents might as well
have fitted her for a chastity belt and it would not have made a
difference. She also dressed more or less conservatively, with even the
jeans and trousers she wore being of loose fitting.

   After college, her mom started "training" her to become a suitable bride
for some nice guy, by teaching her how to cook different things, do
housework, laundry, dishes and so on.  Her parents also started hunting for
suitable grooms, and a couple of contenders even came to their house to
"see" her, but things didn't work out for a variety of reasons.  Bela's
father thought the guys were either not qualified enough, or rich enough,
or good looking enough, or then their horoscopes weren't perfect enough. 
He had brought up his pretty daughter to be a perfect catch and he'd be
damned if he got her married to anyone but the perfect guy.

   A few months later, her grandfather who lived in the village passed
away, so her grandmother came to live with them.  Their house wasn't too
big.  Her parents' room, her room, a kitchen, a dining room, a big living
room and a couple of bathrooms on the ground floor.  And on the roof was a
small room (called a barsati in India) that served to accommodate guests
when they came over.

   The grandmother however was old and had dodgy knees, so could not live
in the barsati.  So it was decided that grandmother would stay in Bela's
room and Bela would shift to the barsati.  As it is, her father remarked,
Bela would not living with them for too long.  So Bela moved her stuff to
the barsati and started sleeping there.  During the day she would be busy
with her "training" anyway, so the only use of that barsati was for
sleeping.

   And so it continued for a few weeks.  Her father kept trying to find the
perfect groom, and her mother kept training her in the ways of an ideal
housewife.  Then came that fateful night.  They had some guests over, and
by the time they left, and she finished helping her mother clean up the
kitchen, it was past midnight.  Exhausted, Bela went up to her room, and
started changing into her night clothes.

   At this point, a description of the surroundings might be useful. 
Bela's house shared a common wall with another house, that of their
neighbors.  The neighbors didn't have a room on their roof.  They were an
old retired couple whose kids had moved to bigger cities, and the only
other person living with them was their servant-cook Chandan.  Chandan was
about forty years old and had been with the family for many years.  Bela
and her family also knew Chandan and the guy had literally seen Bela
growing up.o

   That night, when an exhausted Bela forgot to close the window, a window
that faced the roof of the other house, she did not realize right away that
Chandan was standing on the other side of the wall separating the two
roofs, smoking.  There were no lights on their roof, and when she walked to
her room, she did not notice him, although he noticed her.

   Bela took off her salwar and her kameez, and clad in her bra and
panties, turned around and walked to her cupboard to get her night clothes.
The cupboard was next to the window and that's when she realized to her
horror that someone was standing on the neighbor's roof, looking at her. 
Instinctively, she darted behind the cupboard door to hide her semi-exposed
body.  Then she slowly poked her head out and saw Chandan standing there,
cigarette in his mouth, staring at her.

   Bela immediately put on her pyjamas, closed the window, turned the
lights off and went to sleep.  But she could not sleep.  Her mind was very
chaotic.  There was an overwhelming sense of shame and guilt at having left
the window open and let a man see her in just her underwear.  But there was
also an undeniable sense of excitement.  She felt very strangely aroused by
the thought that for the first time, a man had seen her like that.

   It took a couple of hours before Bela went to bed.  The next morning she
thought of telling her mother what had happened.  But she decided against
it.  She was sure her mother would yell at her for being careless enough to
leave the window open.  It wasn't Chandan's fault that he happened to be on
the roof.  He had a right to be on the roof.  So Bela decided to keep mum
and just be careful in the future.

   The next night when she went up to her room, she saw Chandan was
standing in the roof.  Not only was he on the roof, he was right next to
the wall separating the two roofs and facing the window of her room.  She
saw him and instantly turned her gaze downwards.

   "Namaste memsaab." Chandan said, greeting her.

   "Namaste." she curtly said, went inside her room and closed the door.

   She then went to the window to close it, and saw Chandan standing there,
smiling at her suggestively.  She ignored him, closed the window, changed
and tried to sleep.

   After that every night for a couple of weeks, when she went up to her
room, Chandan would be standing on the other roof.  he would greet her,
she'd reciprocate, close the door and the window, and go to sleep.  But
with each passing night, what had happened initially kept playing on her
mind.  She knew that he had enjoyed the show, and he was standing there
hoping that she would repeat her mistake.  She considered telling her
mother but again decided against it.

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Finally one night, after the whole routine had repeated itself - Chandan
on the roof, she goes in the room, closes the door and the window, lies
down on the bed, a thought struck Bela.  She wondered, how long does he
lounge around?  So after about half an hour, she got up, softly walked to
the window, opened it very slightly and peeked out.  What she saw,

disgusted and intrigued her.

   Chandan was lying down on the short wall separating the two roofs.  His
pyjamas were undone, and his dick, erect, was out, and in his hand.  And he
was running his hands up and down the dick, with his eyes closed.  Bela did
not realize it right away, but Chandan was masturbating!

   Bela knew about the birds and the bees and what went where, based on
what her mom and some girlfriends had told her.  But she did not know too
much in detail, and she certainly did not know how exactly men masturbate.
So she did not know what exactly Chandan was doing.  All she knew was that
his dick was out, and he was playing with it.  And she did not realize it,
but he was probably thinking of the time he saw her in her underwear while
he was masturbating.

   Bela was mesmerized by his erect dick.  She had never actually seen one
in person.  Even the movies some of her girlfriends had shown her were
softcore.  So Bela's visualization of an erect penis for the first time had
a big impact on her.  And she could not help but watch spellbound.

   After a couple of minutes, Chandan started cumming.  She watched in
amazement as his semen spurted out of his dick and sprayed all over his
body and the wall.  She opened the window a little more to get a better
view of what was happening.  That is when Chandan opened his eyes and sat
up.  Immediately, he realized that the window of Bela's room was open. 
When Bela saw Chandan look in her direction, she immediately closed the
window, confirming his suspicions that the window hadn't just happened to
open but that she had been watching.

   A few minutes later, Bela heard a soft knock on the door.  She knew who
it was.  It had to be Chandan.  He must have jumped over the short wall,
and come over to their side of the roof.  But just to make sure it wasn't
someone from her family, she asked,

   "Who is it?"

   "It is me, memsaab, Chandan." came the low voice from the other end.

   "Go away.  I am sleeping." she said, pulled her blanket over her face
and closed her eyes.

   Chandan knocked for a few more minutes.  Then the knocking stopped.  And
Bela fell asleep after a while.

   The next night when Bela went up, she was dreading seeing Chandan again.
But to her relief, he wasn't around.  She went into her room, changed and
lay down on the bed.  But she couldn't sleep.  All day she had been
replaying in her head what she had seen Chandan do.  Thinking about his
erect dick made her feel funny "down there".  She knew it was wrong, but
she could not help thinking about it on a loop.

   After an hour of tossing and turning, she got up to drink water.  Then,
as if on some sort of a hunch, she went to the window and opened it.  She
almost yelled in horror when she opened the window and saw Chandan standing
right in front of it, a couple of feet away.

   "Namaste, memsaab." he said with an evil smile.  "Did you miss me? 
Sorry, I was busy downstairs."

   Bela immediately slammed the window shut and went back to the bed,
terrified.  Now he started knocking on the window.

   "Come on, memsaab." he said.  "I can understand if you don't want to
open the door.  But at least open the window.  It has bars, so I can't do
anything to you even if I wanted, which I don't want."

   She said nothing and just sat there cowering.

   "Open it, memsaab, or else I will have to tell your parents how you
spied on me during my.....private time." he said.

   That turned Bela's fear into anger.  She got up, opened the window, and
said to him,

   "What???  I spied on you?  You were the one spying on me when I was
changing.  I have half a mind to go down and tell my parents about you. 
They will speak to your employers and you will be fired."

   "Ok, ok, memsaab." Chandan said, taking a couple of steps back in
deference, "listen, how does it matter who spied on whom?  Why tell anyone?
Your parents will come to know, my employers will come to know, then
everyone in the neighborhood and the town will come to know.  No good will
come out of it.  I will lose my job and you know about you..."

   "What about me?" Bela said, breathing fire.

   "Well, what will people say...about a young woman from a nice family
getting involved with some old servant.  How will your parents find a nice
groom for you?" he said.

   "Me getting involved?  I have done nothing wrong!" Bela shot back.

   "Yes, I know that and you know that.  But you know how people in this
town love spreading rumors." Chandan said.

   Bela quietened down and thought about it.  She was too naive to realize
that Chandan was just bluffing.  If it came down to his word against her,
she had such a squeaky clean reputation that no one would believe him.  In
fact everyone in the neighborhood would probably beat up Chandan for spying
on a nice girl like Bela.  But Bela did not realize it then.

   "Okay fine, I won't tell anyone." she said reluctantly.

   "I also promise I won't tell anyone." Chandan said.

   Bela started closing the window when he stepped forward and grabbed it
to stop her.

   "Wait, one more thing." he said.

   "Now what?" Bela asked, annoyed.

   -----

   "Did you like it?" Chandan asked with a wry smile.

   "Did I like what?" Bela asked.

   "You know, my...dick" he said, using the hindi slang, of course, not
english.

   "Eww...  don't use such crude words." Bela said, blushing.

   "Hehe, ok, did you like my thing?" Chandan asked, laughing.

   "What's there to like or dislike?  It's just a body part all men have."
Bela said, hiding her true emotions.  Yes, she told me, she had liked
looking at it.  It was the first dick she had ever seen after all.

   "Yes, but you are a nice girl who has never seen it before, right? 
Everyone knows what a goody two shoes you are." Chandan continued.

   Bela said nothing, just blushed some more.

   "Have you ever had a boyfriend?" Chandan asked.

   "No, of course not!" Bela said emphatically.

   "Hmm, so you have never seen a man's dick...  I mean thing." he
corrected himself when he saw Bela make a face.  "And you are going to get
married soon, aren't you?"

   "Yes." she said.

   "Aren't you the least bit curious how your husband's thing will look
like down there?  On your wedding night?  Won't you feel clueless?" Chandan
asked.

   "We shouldn't be talking about such things." Bela said, unsure of what
to say.

   "Okay, just answer my question.  Did you feel nice and excited looking
at my erect thing?" Chandan pressed on.

   "You should go now." Bela said with some finality in her voice.

   Chandan just looked at her and smiled.  He took his hand off the window,
and said to her,

   "Okay, you are feeling shy.  I understand.  So here's what I am going to
do.  I am going to take my thing out again..."

   "No!  Please don't!" Bela said in an alarmed voice.

   "Listen.  I am just taking it out." Chandan said "You don't have to look
at it.  Close the window if you like.  I'll go away.  I'm just trying to
help you become a good wife for your husband."

   With that he started untying the knot on his pyjama.  Bela immediately
pulled the window and closed it shut.  She bolted it and stepped back in
horror.  What a perverted old man, she thought to herself, wanting to show
me his thing.  She felt disgusted.  But she also felt a little curious. 
Chandan was right.  She had never seen a penis, and often got nervous
thinking about her wedding night.  What if she froze with shock when her
husband got naked, and she could not do anything?  What if he thought she
was too immature and ignorant about sex?  What if he started cheating on
her?

   All these thoughts started running through her mind as she stared at the
closed window.  And a small voice in her said, what's the harm in just
looking?  At least it will take the fear of unknown out of her heart. 
Maybe she should open the window and look, she thought to herself.  Chances
are that he must have already left.  In fact, she should probably open the
window to make sure he has left, she told herself.

   It had been barely a minute since Bela closed the window, but to her it
felt like an hour as thoughts cascaded through her mind.  Finally she
convinced herself that she should open the window just to make sure Chandan
had left.  And she stepped forward and opened the window.

   Sure enough, Chandan was still standing there.  His pyjamas were dropped
and around his knees with his loose striped underwear.  And sure enough,
his dick was hanging out.  Bela looked at it spellbound, now even closer
than when she had previously seen it.  It looked fascinating to her.  It
was fully erect, tilted slightly upwards, veins throbbing.  Below it, she
saw his hairy testicles handing from his body like two oranges.

   As she stared at it, it seemed to be getting bigger and more erect.  In
a few seconds, it seemed like it was coming towards her.  That's when she
realized, Chandan was slowly advancing closer to the window.  She felt like
looking up at his face, and telling him to stop walking towards her.  But
she could not take her eyes off his dick.  Finally the dick was almost
touching the window sill.  It was inches away from her hands, which she
realized were gripping the window bars very tight.

   "You can touch it if you like." said Chandan in a very kind and gentle
voice, as if telling some child to help himself to ice cream.

   Bela shook her head furiously, her eyes still riveted on his erect and
throbbing dick.

   "Go on, you know you want to.  I won't tell anyone." Chandan said, and
then she felt his rough callused hand on her fingers which were still
wrapped around the bar.

   He tried to pry her fingers loose.  Bela resisted at first, but then her
curiosity and instincts got better of her and she loosened her grip. 
Chandan took her dainty little hand into his strong thick hand and guided
it towards his dick slowly.  Bela was dreading and anticipating touching
him in equal measure.  To her mind, it seemed like her hand had been moving
for days, until it finally came to a stop just half an inch away from the
bulbous foreskin-covered head of his dick.

   At that point, Chandan let go of her hand, and it was just suspended
there in mid-air.  If Bela wanted, she could have withdrawn it back.  But
she didn't.  She just kept it right there, unsure of what she wanted.  Then
Chandan swung his dick, up and down a couple of times, as if teasing her.
Bela watched transfixed as the small eye-shaped hole at the tip of his dick
moved up and down, up and down, as if inviting her.

   Finally, Bela's insticts got the better of her and she reached out and
touched it.  Chandan stopped swinging his dick and stood still.  Bela ran
her fingertips up and down his shaft very gradually, caressing it.  The
touch felt very alien to her finger.  No part of her own body felt quite
like that.  Smooth and yet rock-hard.  She kept running her fingertips up
and down his shaft for a while more.  It felt to her like hours, she said,
but must not have been more than a minute.

   That's when Chandan's hand approached her hand again.  He grabbed it by
the back of the palm, pressed her fingers together and then placed her palm
on his dick.  Bela noted how weird it felt against her palm.  Then Chandan
gradually pressed her fingers and palm until her hand was wrapped around
his dick.  Instinctively she tightened her grip and his shaft was now in
her hand.  She was reminded of the way she used to hold the grip of a
badminton racket.

   "It feels like.." she started sharing the similarity of he feel, and
turned her gaze upwards to look at Chandan's face, and then stopped
mid-sentence as she saw the look on his face.

   The unfamiliar look scared her.  His eyes were opened wide, his tongue
was hanging out, and the expression on his face was very "animal-like".  He
was also breathing heavily.  Suddenly, reality caught up with Bela.  A
chill ran up her spine as she realized what was happening.  What was in her
hand?  Surely not her neighbor's servant's dick?  It all started seeming
like a nightmare.  She looked down and saw her dainty white hand wrapped
around his thick dark dick.  The contrast deepened the chill in her spine
and she immediately let go of it and pulled her hand back inside the
window.

   Breathing heavily herself, and breaking out into a cold sweat, she
looked at Chandan's face.  He still wore that hungry expression.  Without a
word, she pulled the window shut, bolted it, ran to her bed, and lay down
on it, covering her head with a blanket.  She started crying softly, aghast
and guilty at what she had let herself do.  As she cried, she heard Chandan
knocking softly on the window, but she ignored it.  He knocked softly for a
few minutes and then the knocks stopped.  Bela, still crying, shut her eyes
tightly, praying that he had left, and started chanting some religious
hymns to "clean her head".The next morning, Bela was woken up by her mother
knocking hard on the door.  "Bela, get up.  Bela!  Bela!" her mother's
voice sai loudly.

   Bela woke up with a start and sat up, unsure of where she was.  Her
brain registered her mother's voice and knocking.  And suddenly, memories
of the previous night came flooding back.  Was it a dream...  a nightmare,
she wondered.  Or had it really happened.  Her mother's shouting and
knocking got even more frantic and as it did, Bela felt a pit in her
stomach.

   Surely, it had happened and Chandan had told everyone, and her mother
was coming to yell at her.  She would berate Bela for besmirching the
family's honor, and no one would ever marry her.

   "BELAAA!!" her mom finally yelled loudly, snapping Bela out of her
nervous reverie.

   "Coming!" Bela shouted back, ran to the door and opened it.  Her mom
walked in, and Bela waited for the inevitable scolding, but it never came.

   "What's the matter with you, Bela?  It's 11 am already, and you were
still fast asleep?" her mom said.

   "Yes, I..  I don't know..." Bela mumbled.

   Her mom came close to Bela and checked her forehead,

   "You're not falling sick or anything, right?" she asked worriedly
"Doesn't feel warm.  Anyway, come on down stairs and help me in the
kitchen."

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That whole day, Bela was on pins and needles.  She was still not
positive if she had actually touched Chandan's dick or if it was an
elaborate dream.  If it was true, he would tell others and the hammer was
bound to fall.  She kept expecting a call to come any moment.  but it never

came.  The day went by without any incident.

   That night, Bela made some excuse about her ankle hurting and not
wanting to climb the stairs to the roof.  She slept on the living room
couch that night.  And for the next two nights, until the ankle excuse
began to wear thing and her mom insisted that she should at least try
climbing the stairs to the barsati.

   That night, Bela slept on her bed in dread, expecting Chandan to come
knocking any minute.  But he did not come.  Neither did he come the next
day, or the next, and finally a week passed with her sleeping in the
barsati without as much as seeing Chandan around.  Bela now started
thinking seriously that the whole Chandan episode had been a dream.  She
never saw him masturbating, and he never exposed his dick to her, and she
never touched it.  She was convinced that the only thing that actually
happened was him accidentally watching her change.  And after that, her
fertile and lonely mind had concocted the whole thing.

   By now fully confident that the events she dreaded had been in her
imagination, Bela did not really think twice when her mother asked her to
take a bowl of a special dessert to the neighbors.  The very neighbors for
whom Chandan worked.  With a spring in her step, she walked over to the
next house and rang the doorbell.

   The door was opened by Chandan, who saw her and smiled.  She examined
the smile.  It was an innocent polite smile, and not a lecherous one.  Yes,
it was all a big dream, she decided.

   "Yes, memsaab?" he asked politely.

   "Mom had sent this for uncle and aunty.  She knows uncle likes it a
lot." Bela said.

   "Oh sure, please come in, they're in the bedroom."

   Bela followed Chandan through a longish corridor and two rooms. 
Whenever she was in this house, she always noted how much bigger it was
than her own.  Finally, Chandan stopped in front of a closed door and
knocked.

   "Saab." he said

   "Yes?" Uncle's voice came.

   "Bela memsaab from next door is here."

   "Oh great, bring her in." came the voice.

   Chandan accompanied Bela inside, and then left.  Uncle and aunty were
both in bed, with blankets covering them.  Both of them were down with some
fever, she learned.  In general, they did not keep too well.  Bela sat
there, handed over the dessert, and talked to uncle and aunty for about
10-15 minutes about this and that.  Finally she said her goodbyes and
started to leave.

   She walked out the room, and then was walking through the long corridor,
when she felt a hand grab her and yank her inside an empty room.  Bela
started to scream, but she felt another hand land on her mouth strongly and
it muffled her cries.  With terror-stricken eyes, she watched Chandan bolt
the door behind her, even as he kept one hand on her mouth.  Bela started
rapidly waving her hands to hit him, but he immediately wrapped the other
hand around her and pushed her to the wall.

   Chandan's bulky fully physique pressed her against the wall, making any
movement of her hands or feet impossible.  His hand was still on her mouth.

   "Listen.  Don't be alarmed.  I am not going to do anything.  I just want
to talk." he said.

   Bela kept trying to scream.

   "If you scream, then people will hear, come over, and it's your
reputation that'll get spoilt." he said.

   Once again, naive Bela agreed and stopped making any noises.

   "Good, I am going to take my hand off your mouth now.  Only if you
promise not to scream.  Okay?" he asked and Bela nodded her head in
agreement.

   Chandan let go of her hand.  But his body was still fully pressed
against her.

   "Have you gone mad?" Bela said in a whisper.

   "No need to whisper." Chandan smiled, now lecherously.  "Those old
people are many rooms away and are hard of hearing anyway."

   "Okay, have you gone insane?  What do you think you are doing?" Bela
said trying to sound authoritative, and reminding herself that this man was
after all just a servant.

   "You have driven me insane, memsaab." Chandan said, grinding his body
against her even more.  Bela felt his chest rub against her breasts.  He
continued, "You ask to see my dick, ask to touch it, enjoy touching it and
then suddenly disappear?"

   "You liar!" Bela shot back "I did not ask to see or touch
your.....thing. You forced me to.  And get off, you're suffocating me."

   "Hah!" Chandan said triumphantly "You denied asking to see it or touch
it, but you did not deny that you enjoyed touching it.  So you did enjoy
it."

   "What nonsense." Bela said, "I said get off me or I will scream, I don't
care what happens next."

   Chandan took that threat seriously and backed away a few feet.  Bela
started to adjust her salwar kameez which had been crumpled by Chandan's
manhandling.

   "You are so stupid." Chandan said, folding his hands.

   "What???" Bela said, almost yelling.  "I am stupid?  Why am I stupid?"

   "Because you are lying to yourself.  You know you liked whatever
happened that night.  Yet you just ran away.  I kept knocking that night,
but you didn't answer.  And then you stopped sleeping on the roof
altogether." Chandan said.

   "Only for a couple of days.  I am sleeping there again now." Bela said
and bit her tongue.  What on earth had made her say that, she wondered.

   "Oh, is it?  My mistake, then.  I came up for a few days and the room
was locked and dark, so I thought you got scared.  But it turns out you
have been waiting for me every night?" Chandan said laughing.

   "Don't be insane.  I am not waiting for anything or anyone.  And now I
have to go." Bela said.

   "So should I come over tonight?" Chandan asked.

   "No!  No no!" Bela said, "I beg you, please stop bothering me."

   "Bela memsaab!" Chandan said, feigning surprise, "I am hurt!  You think
I am bothering you?  I never had a knife to your throat or a gun to your
head, did I?  You were a willing participant.  And you just said you
enjoyed playing with my dick."

   "I never said that!" Bela protested.

   "Ah, again, you deny saying it, but you don't deny it being true."
Chandan said with aplomb.

   Bela sighed and slapped her forehead with her palm.  This man was
impossible!  Why won't he stop with these word games and mind games, she
wondered.

   "Listen, Chandan.  I am going.  I am sorry if I did something to lead
you on.  But this must stop now.  I am a decent girl from a good family. 
Please stop this." Bela said.

   Chandan said nothing.  Just stared at her intently.

   "I am going now." Bela said and started walking towards the door.

   "WAIT!" Chandan said in a voice so commanding that Bela found herself
stopping even against her wishes.  He continued,

   "You think I am bothering you.  You are the one who has been teasing me.
I am just a simple unmarried servant.  I have never done or said anything
inappropriate to you for all these years.  It was you who first teased me
by getting half-naked with the window open even when you saw me standing
there."

   "I did not.." Bela started to protest but Chandan raised his palm and
she stopped.

   "Even after that, you're the one who spied on me.  And after that too,
you willingly...." Chandan said and stopped.  He continued in a very sad
voice "Do you feel happy about teasing a poor old servant like this?  Is
that what you are doing?"

   "No, Chandan, come on, please." Bela said, suddenly feeling sorry for
Chandan and looking at things his way.

   "I had a pretty wife too, you know.  She died from tuberculosis."
Chandan said, now tears streaming down his eyes, much to Bela's horror. 
"But I never remarried, because I could not forget her.  I have not been
with a woman in 20 years.  You think that's easy?"

   Bela stayed silent, unsure of what to say.  She had never seen a grown
man cry in front of her.  And she was too naive to realize that all this
had probably been a big performance from Chandan.  She did not understand
that he was manipulating her.  Making her feel guilty and sorry for him.

   "You want to go?" Chandan said, wiping his tears, "Then go.  That's what
women like you do.  I always thought you were a nice person.  Never
realized what an evil shrew you are."

   "I am....I am sorry Chandan." Bela said.  "I am not a bad person. 
Please.  I did not mean for any of this to happen."

   "Yeah, sure you didn't" Chandan said scornfully.

   "I am serious.  Let me make it up to you.  I have....  I have some money
saved over.  About 500 rupees.  I'll give it to you.  Buy something for
yourself." Bela said, unsure of what else to say.

   "What?" Chandan looked at her with more hurt in her eyes, "Once more you
have shown me what my true worth is.  You think money can solve everything?
You think I am some sort of a slave for sale?"

   "No!" Bela said, horrified that her gesture had been misconstrued, "I
just wanted to make it up to you.  Please..." and she trailed off unsure of
what to say.

   Chandan stayed silent and so did she.  The silence continued for a few
minutes, and Bela started wondering if she should leave.  Just as she was
about to turn and go, Chandan said,

   "If you really want to make it up to me, there is a way..."

   "Yes, how?" Bela asked.

   "well, I have never been with a woman in the last 20 years and I was
thinking..." Chandan said.

   "What!!  Chandan!!  How dare you??" Bela yelled, without worrying that
uncle and aunty might have heard it.  They hadn't.

   "No, no, you misunderstand.  I am not asking to sleep with you!" Chandan
said, getting up and shaking his palms in front of him.

   "Ok." Bela said, mollified.

   "Come on, memsaab.  I am not stupid.  You are a virgin, who should stay
a virgin until her wedding night, as our traditions dictate.  And even if
you were not to stay virgin, I know I am just a measly servant.  So please,
that's not what I meant." he said.

   "Ok, then what?" Bela asked.

   "Well....  like I was saying, I have never been with a woman in 20
years. Never even seen a woman naked in that long, forget someone as
beautiful as you.  My request to you was...." Chandan said and paused,
"...could you...some time...not now, any time.....  just let me see you
topless for a few seconds?"

   "What?????" Bela said, her voice rising again.

   "Please listen.  I am not asking for anything much.  Just once.  Just
give me a glimpse of your bare breasts for a few seconds.  You can be in
your room.  I will be on the roof on this side.  You just keep the window
open, give me a glimpse, and that's it.  You have no idea how much it will
mean to me." Chandan said.

   Bela stared at him, unable to believe what he was saying.

   "After all, you have seen my dick and even touched it.  So in a way, you
sort of owe me something like that in return.  No no, I am not demanding
it" he said as Bela started to open her mouth to protest, "it is just a
request.  Totally up to you.  You said you wanted to make it up to me. 
This is a very easy way.  For a few seconds.  From 20 feet away.  And I
will cherish that memory forever."

   "Chandan, I can't do that." Bela finally said.

   "Ok, I understand." Chandan said, his shoulders slumping.  "Anyway, you
should probably go or your mother will get worried."

   He walked to the door, opened it and held it for Bela to walk out.  She
walked out, feeling very dazed and confused.  Chandan didn't say a word,
just walked a few feet behind her to the front door and closed it when she
left.  ---

   Bela spent the rest of the day very distracted, almost like a zombie. 
She kept replaying in her head the conversation she had with Chandan.  And
she started questioning her own actions.  Had she really teased him and led
him on, knowingly or unknowingly?  Was it really more her fault than his?
It wasn't all her fault, she reasoned.  She might have made a couple of
mistakes, but he had forced a lot of things on her.  Or had he?  She
couldn't recall him quite coercing her.  Maybe nudging her.

   And even if he had, was it her fault too?  He was right.  He was just a
single old servant.  If she had been careless enough to expose her
semi-nude body to him, wasn't it natural of him to push things further? 
Maybe she should just do what he wanted.  Give him a small glimpse of her
breasts and end the matter there.  It had all started with her flashing him
through the window, and maybe that's the way the whole matter should end.

   But no!  How could she just let a common servant see her topless?  She,
who never even wore tight or revealing clothes for fear of appearing cheap
or slutty.  How could she flash him?  No, there was no way she could do it,
she reasoned.

   The next few nights were like a game to see who blinked first.  Every
night when she went up to her room, Chandan would be standing on the other
roof, right in front of her window.  She would enter the room, get her
clothes from the cupboard, then go to the window and close it.

   Every night, their eyes met.  Chandan wore a pleading and plaintive
expression on his face, silently begging her to just flash him.  She would
look back at him without any emotion on her face for a few seconds, close
the window and then change.  Chandan didn't push her at all.  He did not
cross over to this side and knock on the door or window.  Nor did he ever
try to flash her.

   Chandan's restrained and even decent behavior actually started creating
a dilemma for Bela.  If he had been acting sleazily or pushily, it would
have been easier to justify turning down his demands.  But here, he was
just standing there and waiting.  And pleading.  With puppy-like eyes. 
With each passing day, Bela started thinking more and more about actually
doing it.  All that thinking would always end with a resounding "No, I
can't!".  But the amount of time she spent agonizing over it did keep
growing.

   And then coincidentally, the TV schedule played its part too.  Once she
was watching TV and the Hollywood movie American Beauty came on.  And she
watched spellbound the scene where Thora Birch gets topless for her
neighbor.  It was the TV version, so obviously Birch's boobs weren't shown
on screen, but it was clear what was happening.  The scene started playing
in her mind long after the movie ended.

   Sometimes she would imagine herself in the place of Thora Birch.  And
Chandan in the place of the boy next door.  Then she started imagining and
fantasizing it all happening on her roof.  And it started making her wet
between the legs.  Now she would spend hours daydreaming about flashing
herself to Chandan.  In her mind, she was clear that she would never
actually go through with it, and that she was just indulging in idle
fantasies.  But with each fantasy, her resolve was being chipped away.  And
of course, each night Chandan would be there, passively adding to the
pressure.

   Bela isn't sure when she exactly decided to go through with it.  She
doesn't even remember if she consciously made the decision to do it, or
just got caught up in the moment.  She suspects that maybe she happened to
be fantasizing about it right when she was changing, and her mind forgot
the difference between fantasy and reality.  Or maybe, like I suggested to
her, she wanted to do it, but after the fact, her mind had created these
justifications to help her cope with guilt.

   We'll never know exactly how Bela got around to doing it.  What we do
know is, she did go through with it.

   That night started like all others, Chandan standing on the other roof,
in front of the window, about 20 feet away.  Bela went to the window and
stared at him.  Only this time, she did not close the window.  She kept
staring at Chandan for a few more minutes, and possibly fantasizing about
doing it.  She was wearing a sari that night.

   Her right hand moved, as if by itself, and pulled her pallu (the end of
the sari) over the shoulder and let it drop to the floor.  There she was
now, in only her blouse, her cleavage and stomach exposed to Chandan. 
Chandan noticed the significance of what she did, but did not move a
muscle, just like bird watchers avoiding any movement lest they scare away
a rare bird they just sighted.

   Bela stood like that for a while.  She is not sure how long.  Maybe a
minute, maybe ten minutes.  Then she started unbuttoning her blouse, very
slowly.  The buttons were in the front, so as each button came loose, it
revealed more and more of her cleavage and her bra.  Finally, all buttons
came undone and the front two halves of her blouse fell to the sides,
exposing her bra.  She stood like that, her blouse opened for a few
minutes. Then she took the bra off and dropped it to the floor, with only a
bra covering her body above the waist.  --- Until her boobs were fully
exposed, Chandan had stood there, absolutely still.  But a look at her
young, luscious, perfect boobs was too much for him.  He moved, and moved
to loosen the knot on his pyjama.  He loosened it, and dropped the pyjama
and his underwear to the floor, exposing a fully erect cock.  He then
started masturbating, standing there, staring at a topless Bela.

   Even though the request from Chandan had been to only give him a
fleeting glimpse of herself topless, Bela found herself unable to move or
cover up.  Her gaze was transfixed on Chandan's dick as his hand jerked it
off.  Chandan noticed it, and that emboldened him to make the next move. 
He kicked off his pyjamas and underwear from around his ankles, and naked
from the waist down, climbed the wall separating the two roofs and jumped
over.

   Within a few seconds, he was inches away from Bela, on the other wide of
the window.  The two of them stood there like that, Bela, naked from the
waist up, staring at Chandan's dick which he had resumed jacking off, and
Chandan, naked from the waist down, staring wide-eyed at Bela's perfect
boobs.

   "Can I touch them?" Chandan asked in a hoarse voice.  "Please?"

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Bela shook her head resolutely.  She was caught up in the moment, but
still retained enough sense to not go too far.  Chandan repeated his plea a
couple more times, but Bela kept shaking her head.  Finally he gave up, not
wanting to spoil a good thing by pushing things too far, and stood there,
whacking his dick.  In a couple of minutes, he was ready to cum, and he

said,

   "Ooohh...  I am about to burst.  Should I?  Right here?  Like this?" he
said, holding his dick tilted upwards, like a canon aiming at Bela's tits.

   Bela did not fully understand what he was asking.  She thought he was
just asking her permission to ejaculate.  She had no problem with it.  In
fact she was curious to see it happen this up close.  So she nodded her
head in agreement.  In a few seconds, Chandan started cumming.

   And that's when it hit Bela, both literally and figuratively. 
Literally, Chandan's semen spurted from his dick and flew, hitting Bela on
her boobs and stomach, with some gobs landing on the window bars too. 
Figuratively, it hit Bela that Chandan had been asking permission for
precisely this - spraying his seed on her body.  Bela looked down and
stared at her boobs as they were getting splattered by Chandan's semen. 
Her mind was screaming out loud, that whatever was happening was a bit too
much.  But her body was enchanted and frozen at the idea of this unknown
unfamiliar white sticky substance hitting her.In a few seconds, Chandan got
done splattering Bela (and the window bars) with his cum, and exhaled
loudly.  His sigh brought Bela firmly back to reality.  "Oh God!!!" she
said, shocked "What have I done?"

   She looked at Chandan with angry and accusing eyes.  He looked back,
confused, that this woman who had just willingly played along with whatever
happened, suddenly seemed upset.  He watched, even more confused, as tears
welled up in Bela's eyes.  She took a few steps backwards slowly, until the
back of her legs hit a chair.

   "GO AWAY!!" she screamed, and lunged ahead to close the window with a
bang.  With the window shut, she started crying, now feeling the sticky
gook start sliding down her boobs and stomach.  Hurriedly, she tried to
wipe it with her hands, but instead she ended up smearing it all around her
torso.  She noticed how icky and sticky the white stuff felt to her
fingers.

   Hurriedly, she ran to her cupboard, took out a towel and wiped herself
clean with it.  She then put her bra and blouse back on, adjusted the pallu
of her sari, and wondered about what to do with the towel.  Bela took a
plastic bag from the cupboard, put the semen-splattered towel in it, and
knotted the bag closed.  She then threw it in the dustbin in the corner,
hoping that no one would ask her why she was throwing a towel away.

   Once the incriminating evidence had been taken care of, Bela started
crying again, this time softly.  She felt ashamed for doing what she had
done.  She had exposed her breasts to a common servant.  Not only that, she
had let him cum all over her.  How disgusting and character-less she had
been.  How could she do this?  Why did she do this?  Bela cried herself to
sleep that night.In the morning, the bright sunlight did little to lift
Bela's spirits.  She was still saddened and horrified at how she had
defiled herself the previous night.  She kept berating and scolding
herself, and would have kicked herself hard, had that been possible.  For a
while, she even contemplated going to her mother and confessing to
everything.  Maybe her mother would advice her.  What scared her though,
was the fact that her mother believed in sharing everything with her
father. And if he found out, there was no telling how he would react. 
Maybe he'd get her married hurriedly to the first loser who approached him.

   But as the days went by, Bela's anxiety about that night reduced. 
Chandan kept his word and stopped stalking her on the roof, now that she
had shown him her tits.  He kept out of her way in general, even when she
encountered him in the neighborhood by chance.  Bela focused on this
positive outcome of that night, and stopped torturing herself with regret.
In fact, a month after the incident, Bela started thinking about it, and
replaying it in her mind.  It started exciting her and turning her on (when
I asked her if she masturbated while thinking about that night, she looked
scandalized and said NO, looking very upset, but I think she is just too
shy to admit it).

   So the excitement of that night was on her mind one day when she went up
to the roof in the afternoon to get something from her room, and saw
Chandan on his side of the roof with a broom, sweeping it.  When he saw her
coming, he stopped sweeping, looked at her, smiled at her and went back to
sweeping.  She smiled, went to her room, came out, and before going back
down, lingered for a while.  She admits that she was hoping he would talk
to her, or at least look at her.  But he was ignoring her and focusing on
sweeping.  I wonder if he was sort of playing "hard to get" or if he really
had decided to leave her alone.

   Whatever his reasons, his giving Bela a cold shoulder ticked her off a
little.  She stayed on the roof, pretending to examine some potted plants,
waiting for him to make the first move.  After all, she had exposed herself
to him, and let him spray her with his semen.  He should make some mention
of it, she thought, or at least ogle at her.  But he refused to blink.

   The resentment at being ignored, combined with the excitement she had
felt at the events of that night, set off something in Bela's head.  She
went downstairs and told her mother she was going to take a nap upstairs,
and she would do her chores later.  her mother didn't think much of it, and
waved her away.

   When Bela went back upstairs, Chandan was still sweeping the neighbors'
roof.  He saw her come back upstairs but didn't stop.  She walked to her
room and shut the door, bolting it.  She rested against the door, and
thought a bit about what she was thinking of doing.  Normally, she would
have thought it stupid, reckless and even cheap.  But she justified it to
herself by thinking she was just doing it to teach Chandan a lesson.

   She walked to the window and opened it.  Bright sunlight flooded her
room, filling her with some trepidation.  Some things just seem more
do-able and proper in the darkness of the night.  But daylight seems to
strip them of their pretense and expose them as dirty.  Bela almost
chickened out.  But then she saw Chandan glance at the open window, and
keep sweeping, which brought back to her mind the original intent of what
she wanted to do.

   Bela was wearing salwar kameez that day, with a dupatta (a long scarf)
tossed over her shoulders and resting on her boobs.  Standing at the
window, she slowly took the dupatta off and threw it behind her.  Chandan
had been watching from the corner of his eye.  As soon as Bela got rid of
the dupatta, he stood still and stared at her.  She stared at him.  The two
of them stared at each other, standing still, like two cowboys in old
Westerns.

   After some staring, Chandan probably worked out what had gotten Bela to
do what she did.  His ignoring her.  Maybe he had been ignoring her on
purpose all along, waiting for her to make the first movie.  He realized
that it was working, and went back to sweeping.

   Bela stood there, a bit frustrated.  She thought that when he saw her
take her dupatta off, he would come running to his usual position and stand
there.  Maybe cajole her to take something off.  At which point, she would
laugh at him and close the window.  But Chandan had ignored her again,
except for a few minutes of staring.  Bela realized she needed to up the
ante.

   She reached for her kameez, which went down to below her knees and
started pulling it up gradually.  Chandan noticed it and stopped sweeping.
Bela pulled it up, until it was at waist level, then stopped.  Chandan
stared.  She stared back.  A minute went by, and Bela started pulling it
upwards, exposing her stomach.  She paused again.  Chandan went back to
sweeping.  That really annoyed Bela.  She dropped the kameez back down, and
closed the window angrily.

   This had not gone how she had planned it.  What Bela had in mind,
without knowing the exact term back then, was being a "cocktease".  She had
planned to make Chandan think she was going to flash him.  That would make
him stop what he was doing and come running to her.  And then she would
laugh at him, close the window and revel in his annoyance at being left
hanging.  Instead, she was the one annoyed.  Chandan had played her
perfectly.

   Bela fumed for a while, and then opened the window again.  She saw that
he was done sweeping, and was standing a distance away smoking.  When she
opened the window, he looked at her for a moment and then looked away. 
Bela stood there, waiting for Chandan to say something.  But he was not
even looking at her.

   Bela decided she needed to take some drastic action.  She turned around,
so that her back was facing the window.  Then, she unbuttoned the kameez
from behind and pulled it off.  She turned her head to look at Chandan, and
sure enough, he was looking at her intently.  She smiled turned her face
straight, and stood like that, her back, bare except for the bra straps,
towards him.  Surely this had caught his attention.  She stood like that
for a minute, and then turned her head to look at him.  Sadly for her,
there was more to be annoyed about.

   Chandan was looking away again.  How dare he, she thought furiously. 
And in the anger, unhooked her bra and took it off, leaving her topless. 
Now her complete bare back was visible to Chandan.  She was positive he
would say something now, maybe ask her to turn around and allow him to see
her amazing boobs again.  But no words.  Two whole minutes went by, and
Bela finally turned, her boobs jiggling before coming to rest facing the
window.  And she was shocked to see, Chandan was gone!  Absent!  Not there!
Somewhere else!

   That really made Bela's blood boil.  She looked around to make sure he
wasn't hiding behind a wall or in some corner, but no.  Chandan was gone.
She tiptoed to the door, opened it slightly, and poker her head out to see
if he was standing behind it.  Nope!  He seemed to have gone downstairs.

   Bela closed the door and the window and sat on the bed, topless, wearing
just her salwar.  She was livid at how this afternoon had turned out.  She
had gone from wanting to tease him a bit, to teasing him a lot, to actually
getting topless for him.  And he had barely looked at her.  In fact he had
left the roof!  Bela put her bra and kameez back on, and decided to take a
nap after all.

   Nap done, Bela went downstairs and helped out her mother.  At night, she
went back to her room, changed out of her clothes and into pyjamas, and
fell asleep.  She was awoken by some knocking.  Waking up blearily, she
checked the clock.  It was almost 2 am.  She wondered who it was.

   "Who is it?" she asked.

   "Me." said Chandan's voice calmly.

   "What do you want?"

   "I just want to talk." Chandan said.

   "Ok.." Bela said, a bit stymied.  "Umm....  talk."

   "No, not like this.  Face to face." Chandan said.

   "I am not opening the door." Bela said emphatically.

   "I didn't ask you to open the door.  Open the window, and we can talk
there, like always." Chandan said.

   Bela sat up, thought for a while, and then went to the window.  When she
opened it, Chandan was standing in front of it.

   "Yes, what is it?" Bela asked defiantly.

   "You stupid girl!  What were you trying to do today?" Chandan asked with
a smile on his face.

   "What was I trying to do?" Bela responded.

   "That's what I am asking you.  What was that?"

   "I don't know what you're talking about." Bela said.

   "Really?  You took your kameez off!  In the day time.  I think I know
why you did it." Chandan said, folding his hands.

   "Why?"

   "You want to see my dick again.  And you thought that if you showed me
something, I'd respond by showing you something." Chandan rolled the dice.

   "Nonsense!  I am not interested in seeing your....thing again." Bela
said.

   "Really?  Then what was that whole show about?"

   Bela stood there mutely, unable to think of something smart to say.

   "Do you like taking your clothes off for me?  Is that it?" Chandan
asked.

   "No...  well....  you weren't....  you weren't looking at me or saying
anything so I though..." Bela trailed off.

   "So you thought you'll get my attention by doing that?  Haha." Chandan
said.

   "Why do you have to be so difficult?" Bela asked, annoyed.  "You keep
saying such mean things."

   "What?  I haven't even talked to you in weeks!" Chandan replied.

   "And why not?  Whatever happened that night....  don't you ever....think
about it?" Bela asked blushing at the memory of what she had done.

   "Think about it as in?" Chandan cocked his head and asked.

   "Well, don't you remember it, think about it....  you know.." Bela said
tentatively.

   "What's there to think about?" Chandan asked.

   "What's there to think about?  What's there to think about?" Bela raised
her voice, "For the first time in my life, I showed someone my body and
you.."

   "Not all of it." Chandan interrupted.

   "What?" Bela asked, puzzled.

   "You said you showed me you body.  But you didn't show me all of it. 
Just your tits." he said.

   "So?"

   "Well, all I'm saying is....  why not show me the whole thing?  Maybe
I'll think about it more." he suggested.

   "Yeah right!  Forget it!" Bela said, half laughing at the absurdity of
his suggestion.

   "What's the big deal?  I've already seen you half naked so many times.
The next step is getting fully naked.  What do you say?" Chandan asked.

   "No way!" Bela said, paused a while and then said "And you haven't seen
me half naked "so many times" like you put it.  Just once."

   "Well, there was that one time.  There was today, with your silly game.
And then the first night when I saw you in your bra and panties.  That was
a nice scene too." Chandan said triumphantly.

   "That still makes it only three times." Bela shot back.

   "Oh ho!  Three times is "only" for you?  Three times is nothing?  So how
many times is a lot according to you?  You want to expose yourself to me 50
times before it becomes too much?" Chandan pounced.

   "Shut up!" Bela said, having been check-mated in the verbal duel.

   Chandan smiled, happy at having won this round.  He looked at her
flushed face, and then said,

   "OK, enough of this talk.  Are you going to get naked or not?"

   "No!!!" Bela responded.

   "Are you shy?  If you want, I can do it first so you won't be the only
one." Chandan said.

   "No no wait.." Bela started to protest, but Chandan was already
stripping.  In one motion he took off his kurta (loose shirt), and threw it
on the floor.  Then in a few seconds, he had his pyjamas untied, took his
underwear off, and stood there, fully naked.

   "There, happy?" he said, extending his arms.

   Bela could not help but turn her gaze to his dick which was semi-erect.
She had usually seen it fully erect and this halfway-to-hard look was new
to her.  She also noticed his flabby upper body, thickly covered with
graying hair.  Normally it would have disgusted her.  But there was
something very strangely alluring and fascinating about it.  He was not a
Greek god by any means, but bear in mind, this was the first time in her
life that Bela had seen a man fully naked.  --- "You're fully naked." Bela
said stating the obvious in a hoarse whisper.

   "Yes.  You want me to come closer?" Chandan asked and without waiting
for her reply took a few steps ahead until he was right by the window, his
semi-hard dick a few inches away from her.

   From closer, his body fascinated Bela even more.  She could see
birthmarks and bruises on his torso and hands.  She could see his nipples,
with hair all around them, so different from her own nipples.

   She says she wasn't aroused, because he was so ugly.  But I am sure she
was aroused at least a little bit.  Chandan must have realized it too. 
Because he slowly reached into the window and caught her right hand.  She
didn't resist at all as he pulled it closer towards him and lower, until it
was on his dick.  Bela said she thought of resisting, but since she had
already held his dick in her hand before, she did not see the point. 
Chandan put her hand on his semi-erect dick and then took his own hand
away.

   Bela ran her fingers over the loose skin of his dick, noting the
unfamiliar feel.  Chandan had always been fully erect.  This time, he was
not.  She wondered why.  And Chandan answered the question in her mind,

   "Are you thinking about why it is not hard?" he asked.

   Bela nodded.

   "Well, there are two ways of getting it hard.  One is, you play with it.
Or the other, you show me your ass."

   "What?" Bela said in a shock, withdrawing her hand from his dick.  "Are
you out of your mind?"

   "I am just telling you how the mail body works." he said with a chuckle.

   "I don't care if it is hard or not." Bela said.

   "Yes, you do.  You want to see me jack off again." Chandan said.

   "No....  I don't." Bela said with a pause and in a tone that belied her
true feelings.

   Chandan said nothing, and just stood there.  Bela also stood there
staring at her feet, but stealing glances at Chandan's dick.  They both
stood there for a couple of minutes like that.  Bela was wondering if she
should just close the window and go to bed.  But something inside her
wouldn't let her.  Chandan on the other hand, I am sure, was waiting just
to create some tension.

   After a couple more minutes, Chandan made his move - rapidly and
unexpectedly.  At lightning speed, he reached ahead with his hands, grabbed
the hip section of Bela's pyjama bottoms and pulled them downwards!  The
pyjamas had elastic at the waist and not a thread.  So readily, they
slipped down.  Bela let out a small shriek and started to move backwards
and away from the window.  But the pyjamas, halfway down, had bunched up
around her knees.  That made her trip and she fell backwards and towards
the ground.  She bent her knees just in time to avoid falling hard on her
back, and instead landed on her butt on the floor.

   But the speed with which she fell, made her body bend back, making her
head and shoulders touch the floor, and the momentum made her feet swing
above her body, as if she were doing yoga.  That motion of her feet made
the loose pyjamas fly off her slightly parted legs.  Startled, Bela sat up,
to hear Chandan laughing.  She was sitting on the floor in her panties and
pyjama top, her legs on display for him.

   Immediately she got up to look for the pyjama bottoms.  But she could
not see them anywhere in the room.

   "Under the bed." Chandan said, still laughing.

   And gullibly, Bela got on her hand and knees, and started looking for
the pyjamas under the bed.  A few seconds after she started looking, she
heard Chandan say,

   "Ah, nice!  What a view.  See, my dick is now starting to get harder."

   Bela froze, as she realized the pose she was in.  She was on her hands
and knees, bending, with her panties-covered ass facing Chandan.  He had a
great view of her thighs, half her asscheeks and the perfect shape of her
butt.  Bela immediately straightened and sat on folded knees.

   "You are so evil!" she said angrily.  "Is it really under the bed?"

   "Hahaha, no." Chandan started laughing even harder.

   "Shhh!  What if someone hears you?" Bela said, and he quietened down. 
"Tell me where it is."

   "The only it you should be thinking about is this it." Chandan said,
pointing towards his dick.

   From where she was sitting on the floor, Bela could not see his dick. 
So instinctively, she stood up, and sure enough, there it was.  Chandan's
dick.  Now fully erect and looking bit angry, as he swung it up and down,
like he had done the last time.  That sight pushed out any concerns over
her pyjama bottoms and state of partial undress out of her mind.  Like a
moth drawn to a flame, Bela walked towards the window and towards Chandan's
erect dick.

   Before she knew it, Bela was at the window, with her hands wrapped
around Chandan's erect dick, ignoring the fact that under her waist, she
was wearing nothing but panties.  Chandan slowly reached his hand down and
placed it on her hand.  When she didn't pull away, he put pressure on her
fingers to make them wrap around his dick tighter.  Then he caught hold of
her hand and started moving it back and forth, guiding her on how to
masturbate him.

   Bela obediently moved her hand under Chandan's guidance, and felt a
shiver go up her spine as she felt his warm throbbing cock sliding through
her fingers back and forth.  The precum had started to ooze and run down
the sides so she felt the moistness too.  It was a feeling she had never
experienced before.  After about a minute of guiding her hand like that,
Chandan let go.  And Bela continued giving him a handjob on her own.

   --- With Bela participating in this erotic play so readily all of a
sudden, Chandan felt emboldened.  He reached for her panties with her hand.
But Bela, probably expecting it, and feeling a lot more in control said in
a cold voice,
   "Don't!  Don't you dare, or I'll break your dick off."