Bela and Shyam's "secret" affair unfolded in front of my eyes over the next few weeks as I watched the footage from the cameras on my computer screen. Either in real time or recordings. Bela and I didn't talk about it regularly given her laconic nature, but once in a while if I missed something or wanted to know what was going on in her mind, she would provide the info, blushing like a beet. What follows is a narrative pieced together from all that.
"Sir...my wisdom tooth is really hurting." Shyam told me one afternoon with his hand on his jaw.
"Oh...do you need to go to the dentist?" I asked with a poker face. Dental issues was the oldest excuse to take off from work but I doubt many of those instances involved banging the boss's wife.
"If it is okay with you, sir." he sincerely replied.
"Of course. Go ahead. I will take care of things here." I said.
He rushed away. I smiled, knowing it was an excuse. I finished my work and then logged into the video feed just as my wife left our house.
It was very interesting observing Bela in this phase. She had pretty much gotten used to the cameras by now and didn't even notice or look at them. Or if she did, she did not act like it. Her behavior seemed oblivious or indifferent to the fact that I, her husband, might be watching as she continued to be the mistress of another man.
Bela was naked except for a black bra when she walked from our house to Shyam's. She did cursorily look around to make sure there were no onlookers in our remote area. But I was amused and impressed at how casually she seemed to take outdoor nudity now. Shyam had not told her to make the short walk nearly naked. She did it on her own, supposedly out of "convenience". I was sure she got an exhibitionist thrill from it. Such a far cry from her early demure shy days.
She used the extra key Shyam had given her to let herself into his house. And then she went around tidying the place like the dutiful housewife she is. I admired her full fleshy creamy jiggling ass as she bent down to pick up things strewn around and then sweep the place. Her huge tits pushed hard against the bra cups. Not only was she acting like his sexual partner, but also kind of like his domestic partner. Once she tidied the place up, my wife, wearing just the bra as her lover had instructed, sat on the couch waiting for him. Just staring at the wall. Not checking her phone or reading the newspaper. Just sitting there like a mannequin.
Shyam walked in a short while later. He saw Bela sitting almost naked on the couch and took a few strides in her direction. She smiled at him and stood up. Within seconds, she was in his arms.
"Oh bhabhiji, you are so hot!! I missed you so much!!" he said between kisses as he squeezed her ample ass and fondled her tits over the bra.
Bela kissed him back hungrily and I saw her hand move to his belt buckle.
"One second..." Shyam stopped my wife and reached for his phone.
Soon, my office phone rang. I muted the feed and answered.
"How is the tooth, Shyam?"
"It is fine...I mean still hurting..." Shyam said as he ran his fingers over my wife's trimmed pussy. He then pressed her shoulder down and gestured with his eyes. They had developed a lovers' shorthand too now!
"What's up?"
"I just wanted to remind you about the evening shift change, sir." Shyam said as Bela slowly squatted in front of him and fished his dick out of his pants. That made her ass cheeks spread and bobble above the floor.
"I know, Shyam." I said as my wife wrapped her dainty fingers around his already hard dick.
"Just making sure, sir." he said. The guy was thorough, you had to give him that.
"Anything else?" I asked as I watched Bela open her lips wide in the O shape like I had taught her and move her face forward to engulf his dick inside.
"No sir, that was it." I heard him inhale a little as my wife's luscious lips pressed closed around the base of his shaft.
"Okay then." I hung up as Bela put both her hands on his hairy thighs and started moving her face front and back. The progress in her BJ skills from novice to pornstar levels was also noticeable.
He stood with his head thrown back and his hands on Bela's hair as she sucked his dick ardently for a couple of minutes. He moaned and stroked her hair and face throughout before suddenly grabbing her hair and pushing her face away a little bit. Bela seemed surprised when the semen hit her splash in the face, on her right cheekbone. She closed her eyes as Shyam wrapped his hand around his dick and moved it around, spraying all parts of her face.
It was a subtle but sure sign of the evolution of their relationship. He didn't ask if he could give her a cum facial, nor did he apologize for it. He let her head go and smiled happily saying,
"Go wash your face, bhabhiji. When you come back, I have a gift for you."
As Bela washed up and walked out of the bathroom, still just in a bra, Shyam reached under the table and fished out a packet wrapped in silver foil.
"What is it?" Bela asked.
"Open it." Shyam looked almost thrilled.
Bela, being the proper and neat person that she is, tried to figure out where to pull off the tape and unwrap it in a way that the foil could be reused. But Shyam was too impatient and excited.
"Give me." he said and with his nails tore it open.
The packet fell to the ground. Bela picked it up and examined it.
"Ling-grrr-eee" Shyam happily said, mangling the pronunciation of lingerie.
It was basically a variety pack of sexy bras. No panties of any kinds. Just bras of different colors and styles. Most were sheer or see-through. None of them had an underwire obvious, which made them uncomfortable for the big-titted Bela for more than a few minutes. They weren't really premium quality stuff. But given Shyam's modest salary, what else could one expect?
"Thank you." Bela said with half a smile, not sure how to respond to this gift.
"Try them! I hope I got the size right." He walked towards the bedroom and she followed him.
For the next few minutes, Shyam had Bela try on each bra one by one and show him, as he sat and stroked his dick. She sat on folded knees next to him on the bed, briefly getting completely naked between the bra changes. Her nipples, I noticed, weren't erect. This wasn't arousing her. Shyam must have noticed too, because at a point he leaned forward and licked her nipples for a while.
"Beautiful." he said after she had put on the last bra, a red one, and inhaled, making the tits heave. Some fit her fine but most were a bit uncomfortably snug. This was one of the latter.
Shyam was fully erect again by now. He got up and pushed her back on the bed. He was almost shivering in anticipation of fucking his boss's young hot wife wearing the "lingrreee" he had bought her. His fingers shook with excitement as he tore the condom wrapper.
The sex itself, unremarkable. He started off on top, missionary style, slobbering over her tits as he penetrated her. He thrust in with intent but slowly. No real technique, no attention to how she was responding. She stayed under him, moaning softly, but not being as vocal as she had been previously. Then he turned her over on her side and fucked her like that. And then had her get on all fours and kept going. There was a "military medium pace" quality to his fucking. I mean it as an observation, not a critique. I had learned these things through experience and from my past relationships and flings. Shyam had married his wife in an arranged marriage at a young age, and until Bela sort of threw herself at him (or rather I threw Bela at him), had never gotten a chance to build his repertoire.
Almost at the very end, while still filling my wife's cunt with his determined strokes, he leaned forward and unhooked the bra. It was shoulderless so it fell forward, leaving Bela buck naked. And then, grabbing her waist, he increased his tempo as he came inside the condom. She did not cum during the fucking.
Part of the reason I was so nonchalant about this "affair" and even amused by it was how average Shyam was as a lover and as a looker. I could see the clear difference in Bela's body language as she was being fucked by this doughy old man and when I fucked her. With him, she mostly seemed to be going through the motions. It was as if she was getting fucked by him out of politeness, not desire. But it wasn't just that although it seemed so. We talked about it once. Or rather I tried to talk to her about this many times, and it was the one time she gave honest, cogent and multi word responses. Maybe she was a bit tipsy with bacardi breezers that Shyam had gotten her a taste for.
"Tell me honestly, honey, do you enjoy the sex with Shyam or are you just doing it to make me and him happy?"
"I do like it." she blushed.
"You do?"
"He is not as good as you but...oh god you will think me a slut if I say this." she covered her face.
"No I won't. Tell me."
"It's just...I like sex. Be it him or you or anyone, I just like having...it...inside me. And the physical contact. And being naked. And...ishhh." she covered her face and blushed some more.
"Nothing to be ashamed of, Bela. There is nothing wrong with enjoying sex." I said. "Do you also enjoy the taboo aspect of it?"
"As in?"
"Well, he is older than you by a couple of decades. Married. My subordinate. Not exactly good looking. You two make a mismatched couple. That certainly adds to the thrill for me."
"Maybe." she said. But she had reached the limits of her comfort zone because she got up and started doing chores.
Even what she had said had been revealing and reassuring. And it gelled with my way of thinking. I had not set out to have my wife sleep with other men and it had never been a fantasy or fetish of mine. But when it happened, I was not too bothered by it. In a way, I felt happy for her. She deserved all the happiness and joy and delight she could get. And she enjoyed sex like she said. So when I wasn't there, why shouldn't she sleep with someone else? Especially when it was someone as harmless and decent as Shyam. And so the affair continued.
Next week one morning, I was admiring my wife's naked body as she came back from a shower. Watching her get dressed was a daily pleasure of mine. I noticed that as opposed to her regular bras, she picked a blue one that was sheer and her nipples could be seen through. I didn't say anything but smiled. Shyam had gone almost a week without getting his release and clearly he was feeling horny.
Sure enough, I got a call from him soon.
"Sir you go ahead with the driver. I have to do a skype call with my uncle in New Jersey. It is his birthday."
"Okay Shyam." I said, not pointing out that it was past midnight in New Jersey.
"Just an hour maybe."
"Take your time."
