The next morning I was not sure if I should confirm with Sanjay whether he actually meant everything he promised during our love making last night love making. I could see that he was still hesitant when I suddenly wrapped myself around him, still nude, with my big boobs jutting into his back. I am quite sure he would have been equally surprised because this never happened between us in the last few years.
Most nights, after our love making session, I would quickly change into my regular sleepwear wearing both bra and panty. But not this night! We both slept in each other's arms completely nude and what more, I was still languorously touching him and petting him in the morning. So unlike of me.
I wanted to make sure that Sanjay took his promises seriously. I guess I wanted to give him something that he would treat this session differently. I turned around to come on top of him crushing his bare chest with my supple breasts, whereupon my legs entwined around his so that my crotch was well positioned near his semi erect member. He smiled at me and said, 'You know what? I can feel you erect nipples on my chest.'
Pushing my husband into that vulnerable position, I dared him, 'Baby, do you still want to fulfill the promise? Or are you going to chicken out?'
Sanjay: Of course not baby. I promised, and I am going to deliver, but more importantly will you carry out whatever I ask of you? Or are you going to chicken out?
Me: Boy, you are in for a surprise. I am going to do anything to get my fantasy fulfilled, even if it means I have to wear bikini and walk on the street.
He immediately grabbed me and started to kiss me, while I could see his member get fully erect near my crotch.
Me: But I have one more request.
Sanjay: What is it baby?
Menaka: Hmm... you know how much I fantasize about big ones, right? I want both the cocks to be really big. I want them thick and long.
I started to kiss him again so that he can continue to be in good mood, while I was moving up and down on his erect penis rubbing it with my crotch.
Sanjay: So, you are OK to fuck a black guy, then?
Feigning innocence, I asked: Do black guys have big ones?
Sanjay: O poor Menaka, yes, they have biggest. You will love them.
Menaka: Hmm... that would be lovely. I don't mind if one of them is white or brown. You know, variety?
Sanjay: I will keep that mind, but let's see if you are really serious about it. So, here's what I want to you to do today. Shave off your pussy completely and wear a thong to work today. You know you never wore that thong I bought for you last birthday.
We both were so lust filled with our talk that we immediately started fucking, with me on top first, followed by a quick round of doggie style where Sanjay pumped me hard, not as hard as last night, but decent enough and poured his manly juices over my back.
That day, Sanjay made me go through all the things he asked me to. I followed each of his instructions quite obediently. During the shower, I shaved off her pussy completely and came out wrapped in a towel and to look for the thong that my dearest husband bought for me. It was barely-there thong, with a thin strap going through my ass crack leaving my ass cheeks completely bare, and the front patch was a little triangle. Thank goodness I shaved, otherwise it would have expose my pubic hair. When I looked into the mirror I saw my pussy lips clearly visible through the front patch. Today those lips continued to stay engorged.
Next I wore high heels as Sanjay instructed. Walking around bedroom on these highs only wearing a tiny thong made me feel like a slut on the prowl.
'Wow! What an amazing feeling'.
My full breasts were just moving up and down. Wouldn't it be a perfect sight? Suddenly the horniness overtook the conservative upbringing in me. With a flash I moved the curtains aside to leave my window open. When I looked out, I could see other apartment buildings. Not sure if anyone could see me but the fact that I was exposed to the world, was such a thrilling experience. Within few moments, I move the curtains back to close them. Already my heart was beating faster. And I could feel the wetness inside by pussy. Is this the reason why so many women expose themselves? To experience this exhilaration? May be, it's like a drug, maybe this is the aphrodisiac? Exhibitionism? Why else would women strut around in tight pants, short skirts, or low blouses?
I wore my old skin-tight jeans that hugged me perfectly. Now that I have become fuller than how I was four years ago, the pants became extremely tight, emphasizing my curves. My ass was protruding obscenely while the seam went right into the crack splitting my ass. It was so tight that the seam was rubbing my pussy lips and asshole as I walked. Last time I wore these pair of pants it was during my honeymoon, and that too only for a short while. That day when I protested that they were too vulgar, Sanjay allowed me to change into something more modest.
'Now, I was wearing the same pants to my office. Can I really pull this off?'
First, they were low rise jeans. The waistline of the jeans started two inches below the crease of my lower belly; and barely two inches above my pussy lips. Second, they were really tight. Good that Sanjay asked me to wear those tiny thongs, otherwise even my panties wouldn't have found space in there. The jeans were made of spandex and some other thin material, so it was mostly figure hugging. Third, the front didn't have a button, it was held close by a zipper, and that zipper was open, without a cover, starting from well below the pussy all the way up.
When I walked across the room, my ass globes were tightly jostling around trying to escape the tightness of the jeans. And the open zipper in front was looking obscene - it traced the along the crack of my pussy.
'Oh! My god! What did I sign up for? I can't go like this to my office!'
The fit was snug, but it was showing off all the curves of my body. Though I have almost flat abs, I have a small paunch around my deep and big navel. Though Sanjay always wanted me to expose my belly button to the world, I never dared to. He said that my navel was far too sexy to be hidden inside t-shirts or behind the saree. Sanjay has a whole theory on navels. He believes that the right kind of belly button can evoke wild thoughts in the mind of a man. And Sanjay vows that mine was one of those special ones. Being deep and big, and since it is close to the pussy, it is seen as its complement, an alternate hole for men to imagine. Though a deep navel serves no sexual purpose, it is still hidden from view in our societies mainly because of this reason - revealing it is seen as an invitation by a woman that she is available. Of course, I don't think there is so much theory behind a simple navel. Many a times I think Sanjay is just a perverted fellow. But then, when I saw my own navel that day, I too felt that it was an invitation to men to think of me a slut.
'What was happening to me now? Am I a pervert just like my husband?'
That's when Sanjay came into the bedroom to see how I was doing. When he saw me in those tight jeans with nothing on top, he just went mad. He came over and hugged, kissed me, and started to slurp on my lovely boobs, tasting the hardened nipples.
Me: Sanjay! I am not sure.
Sanjay: What? What happened?
Me: I don't think I can wear these to work. What will everyone think?
Sanjay: Come on! Menaka! You promised. Don't you want to improve our sex life?
Me: Yes, I do, but...
Sanjay: Don't forget the promise!
'Oh! God! I really want my sandwich!'
