In the three weeks since the visit of the pizza delivery man, Akshara and I had some of the hottest sex since our courtship days. We occasionally talked about her exposing her to more people but the opportunity never presented itself and neither of us were in a rush to do anything about it.
Then, one weekend when we had ordered food, who should turn up with the delivery but the same man who had feasted on my wife's breasts the last time! I was the one who opened the door and it took me a few seconds to realize it was him. He was unremarkable in every possible way, the kind of man you see in the street and don't look at twice. But he lingered at the door after I had received the food and it was then that I saw who he was.
"It's you!" I said.
"Yes, sir," he said, glad to be recognized. "Hope you and Madam are doing well, sir."
"We're good. Let's see if she wants to say hello, shall we?"
I turned around and called Akshara. She was in the bedroom.
"What is it?" she said.
"A surprise. Come out here."
She walked out into the living room but stopped in her tracks when she saw the man. He almost bowed in front of her.
"Hello, Madam," he said. "Do you remember me?"
Akshara wasn't dressed in a sexy chemise this time but she looked as gorgeous as ever. She was clad in a light-colored t-shirt, with no bra underneath, and comfy pajamas that fit snugly around her hips.
"Of course I remember you!" she said. "How can I forget?"
The man thrummed with happiness at this, practically levitating off the landing outside. Akshara, after her initial shock, had a curious look on her face. I knew what she was thinking and so I gestured at the sofa inside.
"Why don't you come in?" I told the delivery man. "Sit."
"Okay, sir," he said and walked into the house.
"Give us a minute, will you?"
I walked over to the bedroom and Akshara followed me. By the time we were alone, she was practically vibrating at the unexpected arrival of the delivery man again.
"Isn't this something?" I said.
"I know!" she said.
"Are you ready for round two with him?
"Only if you are."
"Then let's do this."
Akshara nodded and jumped up and down.
"How do we start?" she asked. "I can't think of anything."
"Here's what we'll do. I'll step out and then I'll call out to you again, ask you to get a him a cup of water like last time. You take off your t-shirt and come out there topless."
Akshara giggled and pressed a hand to her mouth.
"Then you can take the water to the sofa and then we can see how things go. He may be a more confident man this time, for all we know."
"You think so?"
I held Akshara by the hip and brought her closer. My other hand slipped under her t-shirt and caressed her breast.
"Yes. He'd want to suck on these again."
"Then I'll let him."
"Oh you will, is it?"
"Anything he wants."
We kissed and I squeezed her breast some more. Akshara broke off first and turned me around.
"Go," she said. "I'll come soon."
"Oh, you will," I said and winked.
She giggled again. I walked back to the living room, where the delivery man was fidgeting on the sofa. He sat up straighter upon my arrival.
"Is everything okay, sir?" he asked.
"Of course," I said. "You'd want some water, I bet. I'll ask my wife to get it for you?"
I smiled and he knew I was thinking of the last time he got some water from Akshara. His anxiety melted away and he nodded.
"Akshara!" I said. "Get our guest some water."
"Coming, darling!"
I waited with bated breath for her to emerge out of the bedroom. The delivery driver, not expecting her to come out topless, gasped when he saw her. There she was, standing in front of us with her breasts on full display and doing nothing to hide them. She placed a hand on her hip and smiled at him.
"Getting the water right now," she said.
She went into the kitchen. The man looked at me.
"You're very lucky, sir," he said. "You have such a beautiful wife."
"You're going to be lucky too," I said. "Just like last time."
Akshara came out of the kitchen with a glass of water. Like before, she went straight to him and stood close by. He accepted the glass with his right hand and extended his left to take hold of Akshara's right breast. I was right. He was more confident this time. Akshara showed no surprise at all. She placed her own hand on top of his and massaged her flesh.
"Hmm," she said. "That feels nice. I've missed your big, strong hand on my tits."
The man took a sip of the water and set the glass aside, eager to get his other hand on her breasts as well. Akshara swooped down and kissed him on the forehead like she had the previous time. He touched the spot between her breasts.
"You're not wearing your mangalsutra, Madam," he said.
Akshara looked down and noticed this as well. She shook her head.
"I'm not. Would you like me to wear it?"
The man squeezed both her breasts, loathe to let go of her but also eager to see her in that necklace which married women in India wear.
"I can get it in a minute," Akshara said. "You won't have to wait too long."
"Okay, Madam."
"And here's a kiss for you for your patience."
She bent forward and gave him a chaste kiss on the lips. He seemed to want more, darting his tongue out like a lizard but Akshara wagged a finger in his face.
"Soon," she said. "Wait now."
She skipped away to the bedroom and like she had promised, returned in under a minute, cradling the necklace in her hand. She sat down on the sofa as well and then turned her back to him.
"Will you put this on me?" she asked.
"Me?" he said. "Shouldn't your husband do it?"
"He won't mind. He seems a bit busy anyway."
I was, my hand caressing the outside of my shorts. The delivery man guffawed and said okay. Akshara moved her hair to one side to give him access to her neck and handed him the mangalsutra. He slipped it around her neck and fastened the clasp at the back. Then, before she could turn around to face him again, he kissed her on the back of the neck. Akshara shivered.
"Oooh," she said. "Your kisses are so gentle."
She turned around on her seat to smile at him and the man took the opportunity to kiss her on the lips. Akshara was surprised by the strength of his passion but after a second, she kissed him back with equal vigor. I sat nearby, rubbing myself more and more.
After a few minutes of heavy kissing, Akshara leaned back. Her lips looked a little bruised and she placed a hand over her naked chest.
"Oh my," she said. "You're making my heart beat so fast. See?"
She moved his hand from her hip to her left breast. The delivery man lightly massaged her breast and then put his head over it. Akshara looked at me over his head and then her eyes dropped down to my erection. She knew how excited I was getting.
The man sat up again and touched the mangalsutra around my wife's neck.
"It's so much more sexier when you're wearing this," he said. "I feel like I'm doing something forbidden."
"I'll always wear it for you," Akshara said. "But you have hardly done anything. Your lips haven't even touched my tits yet."
The man laughed, grabbed hold of Akshara's hips and hauled her onto his lap. She squealed and held onto his shoulders for support. I got up and changed my seat, the better to look at the two of them from the side.
"You want me to kiss your tits?" the man asked.
"Yes," Akshara said.
