Hottie Wife Naughty Life Ch 02

Dear Reader,

This is the second part of the series Hottie Wife Naughty Life. I hope you enjoyed reading the first part. In case you haven't read it, do check it out. As always, your feedback is appreciated.

Thank you.

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Without a second thought, I deleted the pic. Obviously it was the only thing I could think of at the moment. Has anyone seen it? I didn't know. I could've known about that by going through the info, but in the shock I was in, it didn't occur to me. On the bright side, at least I didn't click on the 'delete for me' option. That would've been a disaster!!!

"Sir, can you please make the payment fast? I have to go for my next pickup," said the driver.

"Yeah, sure," I replied, and quickly made the transfer. "Here you go," I showed him the transaction statement, and said, "Thank you."

"Thank you Sir," he replied, and went away with a happy face.

I turned around to walk towards my home. There were several thoughts in my head. Did anyone in the group see that picture? What would everyone think about me if the news spread around? Would I lose my job? How would my wife react after knowing this? I know we had been doing naughty stuff, but it was only with people we didn't know or with people we would never meet again. But this? It was with people we know personally and people I work with. I knew at that moment that I had made a huge mistake.

Even though it was just a 20 metre walk, with all these thoughts in my head, it felt like I walked for ages. By the time I reached the door, I was sure I wasn't going to tell my wife immediately. I felt like maybe I was overthinking. What if I deleted the picture before anybody else had seen it? That was still a possibility!

My wife greeted me at the door. "Welcome home, honey!"

"Hey, sweetheart," I replied, trying to hide my nervousness.

I hugged her and gave a peck on the lips. She slapped on my ass and said, "Looks like somebody had a hard time trying to choose the right lingerie.."

"Err.. Uh... Yeah.. sort of. But I made my decision though!"

She closed the door behind me, and replied, "Oh, Yeah? And you didn't tell me?"

"Hmm, that's a secret. Let me take a shower first. I'll tell you when I come out."

I walked into the bathroom, and as I stood under the shower, all my thoughts were concentrated on whether anybody saw my wife's picture or not. On the one hand it sounds very scary. I could lose my promotion or even lose my job. But a tiny part inside me finds it very erotic to show off my wife's hot body in a public space. I knew my thoughts were twisted, but in my defence, they were like that because of the adventurous lifestyle both of us adopted.

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It all started 6 months ago. Both of us were having dinner at home and she told me that she had something to say. I was tired and hungry, and asked her to wait until dinner. She didn't say anything later. So, after dinner when we were on the bed I asked her.

"Natasha, what did you say earlier?"

Yes, that's my wife's name. My name is Naman.

She was watching something on her mobile and probably didn't hear me. That's when I turned around and saw her wearing a new lingerie piece. Normally we'd sleep in our innerwear, so it wasn't that much of a deal, but the black strapless bra caught my attention. It accentuated the beauty of her thick arms and her sexy cleavage. I got excited and removed the blanket covering her body. She was wearing a matching panty. It was a silk one, and was partially transparent.

As soon as I saw that, I spread her legs wide and buried my face in between her legs. She was taken by surprise with my swift moves and threw her mobile on the nightstand. She held my head as I sniffed her panty and licked her thighs.

"Is this what you were trying to say earlier?"

"Uh-huh! And something more too!"

"Could it wait?"

"I think we should talk about it first!" she replied, lifting my head.

I got up and sat in my place. My cock was rock hard and she could see it from my boxers. She got up from her place, and sat in my lap. My cock was touching her pussy, and her boobs were in front of me. But wrapped in cloth.

"So, what happened?"

"I went shopping today!"

"Yeah, that I could see."

"Something happened there that I want to share with you."

"Okay!"

"So, after I completed shopping for food supplies I spotted a lingerie store at one of the corners of the street. Initially, I was hesitant to go in carrying the luggage with me, but the new models on the display caught my attention, and I went."

I was listening to her, but my eyes were focused on her cleavage. But she continued with her story.

"I expected female staff inside since it was a lingerie store, but to my surprise both people were gents."

"What? Not a single lady?"

"Nope. I was skceptical about their service but they proved me wrong."

"Oh! What happened?"

"The old man at the counter took one look at me and told the young guy beside him to show me the 36D pieces. I was shocked! He guessed it correctly!"

"Wow! That's some talent."

"Yeah! I felt a bit shy after that."

"So, what really happened there?"

"I'm getting to that. I went into the changing room to try out a couple of pieces. I closed the door once I was inside and removed the top of my saree and stuffed it at my navel. Then I removed my blouse and my bra. I was half naked and was admiring myself standing in front of the mirror."

"Wait, you didn't masturbate there, didn't you?"

She slapped me on my arm, and said, "No! Will you listen to me first?"

"Okay, continue."

"Then I tried the first bra. It fit perfectly. And then I took it out to wear the second one. I had trouble connecting the hook of the 2nd bra. I didn't know what to do. After a couple of minutes of my trying, I heard the young guy outside call me, 'Mam, is everything okay?' "

"Hmm, what did you say?"

"I told him that I had trouble connecting the hooks, and he barged inside!"

"WHAT?"

At this point all the excitement in my cock went down.

"Yeah! I couldn't believe it!"

"Didn't you lock the door?"

"No, I thought I did."

"What happened later?"

"I covered myself with the saree and screamed at him. He apologised saying that it was okay since he was gay!"

"That must be a load of crap!"

"I thought so at first, but the way they behaved and talked made me wonder if he was actually telling the truth. He even showed me a photo of him kissing his boyfriend."

"And all of this was happening inside the dressing room?"

"Surprisingly, yes. It was happening so fast that I barely had time to think. But I was convinced that he was gay and I tucked back the saree at my navel. He tried to hook the bra and I was seeing myself in my mirror. It was such a taboo-like experience. Like, viewing myself in the mirror while a man other than my husband was hooking my bra. I've never experienced such a feeling before and I got excited."

Honestly, I got excited too. I know initially I was angry, but the way she described what happened made my cock hard. I guess she felt it and rubbed her pussy onto my cock a few times. We both smiled awkwardly at each other.

"What happened after that?"

"The way his fingers were touching my back made me feel very erotic. The view in the mirror was enticing as well. I totally forgot what he was doing and was lost. That's when his hands came to the front and grabbed both of my boobs."

Instead of getting angry at the guy, my cock became even harder. I felt very shameful at the time that I was getting excited by my wife getting groped by some unknown man. But now when I picture it, I get a hard on, but don't feel a hint of shame. That could be the reason I'm telling you about our story!

Natasha increased her pace of rubbing her pussy against my cock. I guess we both got horny. There was a sort of intense desire in our eyes. I never had such dirty or twisted thoughts about my wife, but hearing from her mouth, everything felt erotic.

I kissed her on her lips and rubbed my tongue all over her mouth. Later, I asked her to continue with her story.

"Then he slid my bra onto my navel and exposed my boobs in the air. I was totally lost. He grabbed my bare boobs and pressed them gently like I'm his wife. All of this was happening inside the dressing room in a lingerie store with an unknown man outside. Thinking all that I got even more horny."

By this time basically she was dry-humping me. And I was looking at her like a horny idiot. Everything that came out of her mouth felt like a symphony. I was lost in my imagination too.

"He grabbed my nipples and pinched them. They were fully erect and ready for action. I was feeling shameful and yet I was horny. It was an odd feeling. I really wanted him to do something to me. Maybe suck my nipples, maul them with his strong hands, and fuck me against the mirror while I saw myself getting fucked like a whore."

Hearing those words from my wife's mouth drove me to the edge. I kissed her aggressively and she raised her arms over her head, grasping her hair in a sexy way. I licked her sweaty armpits and sniffed her essence. I didn't want that moment to ever end. She didn't either. As much as I wanted to talk dirty with her, I resisted it, since it was the first time we discussed about such a thing. But, both of us increased the pace of our movements as we kissed and touched each other.

My mind was filled with pictures of a stranger groping my wife in a changing room and making her wet. What's more erotic was that she was enjoying every moment of it and so was I. They way she mentioned about him banging her against the mirror like a whore was what excited me the most.

"I'm close to cumming. Repeat those words, Natasha!"

"What? What words?" she asked in a shaky voice jumping on me.

"The one about the whore!"

"Oh yeah! I felt like a whore who wanted to get fucked by an unknown man in an unknown place. I felt like a slut and wanted him to bang me so hard that my screams would be heard all over the city!"

Oh my God! It was so hot hearing from her mouth. You should've been there! I cummed so hard in my underwear that some of it got out.

"Baby, it was so hot!" I exclaimed.

"Yes, baby! Thank you so much!" she responded, and gave me a passionate kiss.

After we got cleaned up, I asked her what happened afterwards.

"As I was lost in my dirty thoughts, he placed his chin on my shoulder and said that I was the prettiest woman he had ever laid eyes on. He added, 'Too bad I'm gay!' That was when I snapped back to reality and covered myself."

"So he is really gay?"

"Yeah, he is. Otherwise he wouldn't have stopped there!"

"True! The real question is, would you have stopped him from doing anything serious?"

There was an awkward silence for a couple of seconds. She looked at me with a guilt-ridden face. I looked at her with curiosity.

"I don't know, Naman. In the heat of the moment it felt like I could do anything to experience the taboo fantasy, but now that I think about it, I don't think I'd ever do such a thing."

"But you didn't answer my question!"

There was another awkward moment of silence.

"I'm sorry Naman that I lost control of myself. I know even though it was exciting to fantasise about being with a strange man, I would have definitely stopped him if it got too serious."

"Let's say for the sake of the argument, he started kissing you. Would you have allowed it?"

"You are making me feel awkward with these questions. I know you want to know how far I'd have allowed him to do what he wanted to do. Am I right?"

"Yes!"

"As much as I wanted to fuck him then and there, I'd have definitely stopped if he tried to undress me completely."

"Why?"

"What do you mean why? I love you and I am married to you! These sorts of things might give momentary pleasures, but they end up ruining our lives. That's why!"

"Hmm..."

"I'm sorry, Naman. I know it was exciting to imagine myself with somebody else and do what we did now, but I promise you it won't ever happen in reality."

"It's okay, Natasha. You don't have to be sorry about it. It just so happened because we're like some vanilla couple with a monotonous sex life. Sometimes it so happens that I too get excited fantasising about myself with other women."

"Really?"

"Yeah, on occasions. But, I too, would never cheat on you. Fantasies are different and life is different!"

"True!"

"But we could spice up our sex life with other activities."

"What are you suggesting?"

"We could do sexually adventurous activities like getting semi-naked in a public place, having sex in an empty theatre or a public washroom. Things like that."

"Hmm.. sounds exciting!"

"Yeah, I know!"

Later that night we had sex twice thinking about the changing room incident. It was so hot and memorable. Whatever happened that day, we got more open and communicative with each other. This really improved our sex life. Moreover, I saw a newer side of my wife who had slutty thoughts and kinky fantasies. With time, she became bolder in sexual matters.

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So, that was how it all started. Since then we have done a lot of stuff. Like role-playing the people we have fantasized about, teasing several young and adult men including the old man in the elevator. Once we even went to the lingerie shop and had sex in that changing room. I'll tell you about it in another story!

Wrapped in a towel, I walked out of the shower with all these thoughts in my mind. She was standing there with my milkshake and was wearing the same lingerie I accidentally shared in my office group. That was when I got back to thinking about the picture.

"This is the one you wanted me to wear right?" she asked me.

"Yeah! How did you know?"

"It was open in the gallery on your mobile!"

"Smart!" I winked at her, taking the glass from her.

I sat on the bed in my towel, drinking the milkshake, and checked my mobile to see if there was any discussion happening about me. There wasn't. I was starting to believe that no one had seen anything. But then again, the possible idea of someone seeing private pictures of my wife, though was scary, it felt erotic and naughty. Maybe I wanted to involve my wife in riskier situations! That was what I concluded taking the final sip of the milkshake.

Just when I thought that, I received a text message from an unknown number.

It read: "Your wife is hot, but I'm hotter!"

Attached to the text was an image of a naked woman without her face visible in the photo!

To be continued...