I'm Vinod and my wife is Vijaya. We have been married for fifteen years and are both in our early forties. Vijaya is having nice curvy figure of 36-32-36. I enjoy men looking at her when she walks down the streets or attends different parties. She is bit conservative in nature; men always like to see her jiggling bottom and bouncing tits under her conventional dresses. I should not forget to mention she is an excellent Katthak dancer, the Indian classical dance. She is having a troupe with mainly instrument players and a manager. She had performed in many parties for local dignitaries, big weddings, fundraisers and even cultural program of political parties.
She had been very successful so far. We were trying to build a solid reputation and very much dedicated to that. To take care of her troupe, we had to pay handsome salary to the members and manager. That creates some crunch of money always, but we cope up somehow.
Last summer we had a call from a club which is situated just 15 km away from Kolkata, the city we live in. We received handsome advance amount from the club and the officials requested to put up a world class show because some influential politicians would be present there who are funding that club. I understood that by their monetary support the club actually runs.
The program was within seven days, which was very short notice to get prepared. We charge more for a short-term notice, which is nice for the bank account but makes it a mad dash to put all of it together.
On that big day, the club sent one small bus and Vijaya along with her team left for the venue. Being a working day, I couldn't go; but I planned to reach there after my office hours. I didn't disclose it, wanted to give her a surprise.
I had driven to that place in the evening and somehow found the auditorium. It was secluded from the main village and situated in a big field. I parked my car just outside of the boundary wall and walked in. I found people coming out of the hall, the program was over. I was about to enter the main hall, when I heard some turmoil was going on inside. I positioned myself just behind a curtain and closely watched the situation. The club officials were trying to convince my dancer wife something on the stage. No audience was there. Only in the front row few people were there, I believed they were the influential political leaders.
I quietly listened to them as my wife was standing there with proper dancing costume and make-up. I was surprised to hear the two officials telling my wife to dance on the stage with just undergarments clinging on her body. The instrument players of her group were packing up the instruments and the aged manager was managing all these things.
I was supposed to dial the police for help. Then I believed Vijaya would be sufficient to counter and reject their demand.
They were offering healthy money, repeatedly requesting her that these people were actually funding the club. So, they had to respect what the politicians had wished.
Suddenly, they offered her 1 crore rupees for that favor. Then I found my beloved wife in some dilemma.
I was shocked by my conservative wife's boldness; looking straight into their eyes, she meekly answered, "Okay, but for 10 minutes only."
In an instant, my conservative wife started to strip herself. Within a minute, she removed her top and bottom portion of dancer's dress. She was looking like a stripper, no more a classical dancer. Now Vijaya was standing on the stage in her bra on the top and big white panty. She instructed one of the officials to play some music. They switched on record player and she started to sway her body with steady rhythm. It was very sensuous and the small audience started cheering. Her huge breasts were protected in her white colored bra with long and deep cleavage; her panty was also clinging there, but could not hide her large bottom. Her hands explored every inch of her body as people were really getting into her performance.
Some sexual tension was created in the hall; her troupe members were totally mesmerized to see their respected madam in that mode. They all were showing tents in their trousers. I could see back side of politicians and party members. But I believed they also had erections in their pants. My own cock started to revolt in my pant. The people from front row were clapping and screaming, "Take it off!" I was grateful to Vijaya that she kept her clothes on. It would be hard to manage the people in the troupe if my wife had let them see her nude on the stage.
Now two young men boarded the stage from the political group, they started to dance with Vijaya and began exploring her curves. At first she brushed them away, but soon she gave up and started enjoying the attention. Suddenly I noticed the guys told something in her ear and she smiled at them. I suspected it was an offer of more money.
My joy about Vijaya keeping her clothes on was short-lived. One of the guys stepped towards my wife and offered to undo the bra for her. She nodded him thanks, and while all the people stared at her, he slowly unfastened her bra and removed it, letting her breasts fall under their own weight. I thought she looked magnificent. She stood tall and straight, looking directly at them, challenging them to take the next step and strip off. The other guy stood behind Vijaya, stuck his thumbs into her panty and slowly pulled them down. He bent over, lowering her panty to the floor until she stepped out of them. My wife stood completely naked there. She stood defiant and proud, her dark hair hanging luxuriously on her shoulders. She looked very, very hot with generous hips and her belly was almost flat. My eyes travelled lower and obviously they saw she had a trimmed pubic bush. As I looked around the hall I could see lustful looks from almost every men present. Heavy breathing and groans came from the hall.
