That day when we returned from Shyam's place, I was fully prepared for Bela to have another meltdown with crying and panic and guilt and shame. I mean consider the situation. This previously orthodox small town housewife had just been almost caught getting fucked by an older neighbor by his wife. And had to run buck naked home, get dressed, and then come pretend to be just a normal neighbor and the boss's wife.
Surprisingly, there was no meltdown. In fact, Bela was extra vocal in bed that night, more than ever. It's like she was titillated by almost being caught. I thought back to her dalliances with Chandan where also she had taken risks and been caught.
I started to realize that this "affair" with Shyam had led to more evolution in her thoughts about sex and morality than before. She had no problems pretending to be just "Bela bhabi" to them both and completely switching to middle class pious housewife mode.
Obviously, I was relieved. And also curious. Because with Shyam's family here, it's not like they could hook up at home. But they could, if they wanted, meet somewhere else. If Shyam wanted to take the initiative.
But it turns out that being almost caught had scared Shyam straight. He stopped asking for time off from work. I was still not sure if he continued to buy the lie Bela had sold him that I was in the dark about the two of them having sex on a regular basis. He had to have figured out that I saw my wife hiding naked under his bed. But he did not bring it up and neither did I.
A couple of weeks went by and Bela was back to being just my woman and as always, fucking her was great. But I could again see her intensity waning. Like a monogamous lifestyle was no longer exciting enough for her. And honestly, it wasn't exciting enough for me either.
One night, I managed to have a conversation that was detailed by her shy standards.
"Bela, do you miss fucking Shyam?"
She didn't act with surprise or indignation or blushing silence as was the norm. She spoke.
"A little I guess."
"He got that good, huh?"
"No, it's not that he was anything special. It's just that.... How do I say this without sounding like a characterless woman..."
"Just say it. You know my way of thinking."
"I guess I have just started really enjoying being with a man."
"Any man?"
"Not any man. But Shyamji, yes. But now with his family here, it is impractical."
"He hasn't tried to set up a rendezvous since?"
"No."
What my wife was saying was that I had got her so hooked to regular sex with other men that she did indeed miss it.
I was wondering about whether I should try to take the initiative to give them some alone time by sending his wife and kid on some event somewhere. But it turned out that I no longer had to be the director of this erotic soap opera. Things were about to go well out of my hand.
It was almost two full weeks after Shyam's wife moved in when I was at work and Bela called.
"Do you need Jagan to take anything?"
"What? No!"
Jagan was my driver who did occasionally have to stop by my home to bring me some file or equipment. But today was his day off.
"Okay. I see him outside the window just standing there."
"Maybe some chores for Shyam's family?"
"Maybe." she hung up.
I didn't think much of it. Jagan was a solid reliable guy. I got back to my work. Ten minutes later, my phone buzzed. A text from Bela.
-do you still have cameras on?
Of course I did! I had not checked them in ages because Shyam had not made any overtures. But they were still there. And her asking me this suggested possibilities.
I opened the feed and right away, sat up straight. My wife was in Jagan's arms in my living room!
It did not look like she was under any kind of duress. Jagan was gently kissing her neck while pawing her boobs over her kameez. She was kissing his face and stroking his chest.
I was curious to see exactly how this started. Remember that I had no idea that Jagan had seen Bela's naked sprint, but I was about to find out by rewinding a little.
Here is how events went down on camera.
The doorbell rang. Bela went to the door.
"Memsaab, had to show you something."
"What?" she asked warily.
"Can I please come in?" he politely asked.
Bela paused, nodded, and let him in. I could see from her guile-less face that she want really threatened or intimidated.
Jagan walked in, but was silent, playing with his phone in his hand. Bela was waiting to hear why he had rung the doorbell.
"Memsaab....I don't know how exactly to say this. But.... If you ever need any company..."
"Company?"
"I mean...." he fidgeted a while more.
Then he unlocked his phone and handed it to Bela. Whose eyes went big looking at the screen.
I saw the pictures later and found them very adorable. There were five pictures, hastily taken, so were a bit blurry. But I still smiled rather than felt any outrage.
One showed a terrified looking naked Bela clutching her bra and looking around in panic to make sure no one was watching her streak.
The second showed a sideways shot of her boobs and her face directly looking at the camera.
The third and fourth showed her plump naked ass jiggling as she ran to our back door.
The fifth made it clear that she was again looking directly at Jagan as he was taking these pictures.
"So?"
She asked, nonchalantly handing him his phone back. As was clear from the pictures, she had seen him take them that day. So when she let him into the house, she must have known what his agenda was.
"I mean, memsaab..." he shifted uncomfortably and I could see a bulge in his pants.
They just stared at each other for a few seconds. Bela reached for her phone and typed the text message to me. Then stared back.
The situation was interesting. Jagan was not exactly blackmailing my wife. But he kinda was. Though she had nothing to be blackmailed about. She was doing all this with my full consent. But he did not know that.
To his credit, Jagan never made a threat or a demand and maybe that's what got him laid. Bela did not feel like she was forced into anything. He was just saying, I know you sleep around and if you're interested, well, I'm here. He was a young fit guy.
When he finally gathered up the nerve after a lot of silence to make a move towards Bela, she did not flinch. He took her in his arms. She let him.
My dick sprang to attention at the moan of delight or relief she let out as he hugged her tight, making his bulge press into her stomach. It was the moan of a starved woman. A woman that I had trained in a way into being a perpetual sexual being. And two weeks of "normal" life had led to some pent up sexual energy.
"Oh memsaab." he said pulling her face back gripping her hair and planting a kiss on her. She kissed back hungrily.
Jagan looked very horny and also delighted that Bela had fallen in line so instantly. To have the boss's hot wife in your hands like putty was quite the bonus. That wireman fellow had enjoyed the bonus. Shyam had it exclusively for a couple of months. And now Jagan, my driver, was about to join the club. As I watched from my office with a raging hard dick.
Jagan's delight multiplied when Bela voluntarily slid down to her knees and started unbuttoning his pants. A reasonably impressive dick sprang out. Definitely more sizeable than Shyam's. She locked eyes with him like I had taught her, opened her mouth and swallowed as much of his dick as she could. She had to spring back and cough because it was bigger than expected. But she gamely went back to it and Jagan was getting a blow job in the middle of the day in the middle of the living room from my wife.
"Ohhh..memsaaaab... you really are a whore. The rumors are true."
Bela took his dick out of her mouth and I first thought she would be upset that he called her a whore. Instead she said,
"Rumors?" she simply asked, gripping his shaft in her right hand.
"I mean, there's been a buzz for a while now that you are a chaalu type woman. This is not the big city. It's a small rural area. People talk."
"What do they talk?" she asked.
"I will tell you, but you first go back to what you were doing." he put both his hands on her head and pulled her mouth over his cock again.
Bela put her hands on his hips and obediently resumed the blowjob locking her eyes into his. I realized that my wife had never really disobeyed a man who pursued her. I could take a lot of the blame or credit for that. But that old servant Chandan was well before me and she'd been easily played by him too. My wife, I realized, was just a natural submissive who liked sex. It was not in line with our social norms, but that's what it was.
"There was this electrician guy who said he banged you and got caught by saab so he ran away. No one really believed his story cos you seem like such a simple lady. We thought maybe he tried something and Saab sent him packing. He has a lecherous reputation anyway."
"We?" Bela pulled back and asked.
Jagan pulled her mouth back and started fucking it.
"Shush. I'll tell you everything. So we thought that was just him lying. But then the rumors about Shyam sir started. We drivers started noticing that he kept taking off from work very often with some fake excuses. Once he said he had to book train tickets but we knew the window was closed that day because of a local holiday. So we thought maybe Shyam sir is visiting the brothels because he is alone. But then one day, Kamran happened to be passing by your homes and from a distance, he saw you step out of the house with Shyam sir, kiss him and go home."
"Alllgggogggdd" Bela let out a strange groan of sorts and started sucking his dick harder.
"Don't worry. Nobody will tell saab that you have an extra appetite. Nothing wrong with it, between consenting adults."
