As days passed, my wife became more emotionally drawn to Adnan. Adnan started to be the first person to get her life updates, even before me. She started spending significant amounts of time with him, like sitting together on the couch for a movie or drinking coffee together on the balcony. It almost felt like he was her new husband/boyfriend. Thankfully, this intimacy was confined within our home so far; publicly, they maintained the decorum. There were times when the three of us would sit together; she would keep her head on Adnan's lap and place her feet on mine. He would play with her hair and occasionally kiss her while I used to massage her feet. She used to tease me, asking if I had a foot fetish as I was the person who would oil her feet, clean her feet up, apply nail paint, and perform pedicure.
Gradually, Adnan became her go-to person for help choosing clothes for her. Adnan took advantage of this and started suggesting more revealing dresses for Rashmi. I could see the changes in my wife as she began to get comfortable with such outfits. Before Adnan came into our lives, my wife used to dress up in Salwar or other Indian attire. Occasionally she used to wear knee-length skirts, T-shirts, or knee-length western dresses, but now mini skirts/mini dresses have become the new normal. T-shirts gradually started to get replaced with crop tops, halter necks or tube tops. Even to buy vegetables from crowded local shops, she started wearing tight hot pants and short-length tops. Her exposed cleave and thighs were a regular sight for the outsiders. Adnan made her feel sexy and complimented her whenever he got the chance; it boosted Rashmi's confidence. She started wearing almost nothing at home, as Adnan preferred that way. His adventure of flashing my wife continued; he pushed her limits, and she began to open doors for delivery boys in deep-neck bras and hotpants. There were instances where he took her to the balcony and removed her shorts completely. Our balcony is relatively private, but seeing what was happening there was not impossible. I always wanted her to get a tattoo, but she always refused. With this new change in her attitude, I brought it up with her again. For the first time, Adnan supported me. She got a Queen of Spades tattoo on her chest, right above her left breast.
I started getting frustrated for being locked up in chastity for so long. It was tough to stay in that tiny cage when I saw my wife in action. Seeing her fuller lips wrapped around Adnan's circumcised cock every day gave my locked-up dick immense pain, and I started to feel numbness. Long story short, my wife was no longer my old wife.
It was a sunny Saturday morning, and we were sipping our coffee. Adnan asked if we should plan a trip. He asked Rashmi if she thought they should go on a honeymoon to celebrate this new relationship dynamics. Rashmi's face turned red, and she felt shy. He asked me where we went for our honeymoon. Bali, I replied. We should plan for Bali then, Adnan responded. I was surprised; I wasn't sure what this guy was up to. He wanted to do everything that I did with my wife. I didn't know in Adnan's mind what was up for me in Bali. We started planning for the Bali trip.
We landed in Bali three weeks after that Saturday when we started to plan. The city was no different; we got stuck in traffic on the way to the resort. You tend to get a little uncomfortable in a tourist place when two men accompany a girl, even though probably no one judged us. We reached our resort; we had booked two rooms. Adnan introduced himself and Rashmi as a couple and collected the keys. I understood what was going to happen. I took up the other room key. We were tired, and I was instructed to settle in my room and give them privacy. They wanted to take a rest. Adnan and Rashmi went to the adjacent room and locked the door. Knowing they were together, I couldn't sleep properly initially, but I slept for around two hours due to tiredness. I waited another 30 minutes, left my room and knocked on their door. Rashmi opened the door; she was wearing a white bra and red string panty. I was surprised to see her like it. It could have been anyone. "Did you rest, cucky?"- Adnan asked loudly. There was a room service guy; I was sure he heard Adnan. He just gave a weird look to me; there was a confused look on his face. My face turned red.
I nodded. Meantime, my wife went back to his arms. His arms were wrapping Rashmi from behind. His fingers were running on her nipples, circling around her sensitive part. Adnan asked me to sit on the couch while he pulled my wife's bra strap off her shoulder. He put his hands inside and started to press it slowly. Rashmi's face was glowing in sexual anticipation, and she was enjoying the touch. He popped her right breast out of her bra cup. With two fingers, he slowly started to pinch her nipples. Rashmi began to moan. Adnan did the same with her other breast. She was not able to control herself; her hand went inside Adnan's pants. My wife started to rub Adnan's dick with her soft hands. Adnan intensified his finger game on her nipples.
Adnan removed Rashmi's bra and threw it on my face. Her sweaty bra smelled really good. I started to smell it, and both of them laughed at me. Adnan said something in her ear while laughing. Rashmi called me closer to her and asked me to return her bra. I obliged. She pulled my face closer to her and asked me to watch. Adnan pulled his shorts down. His dick was semi-hard. My wife grabbed his dick and put it in her mouth. His dick was sweaty, but it didn't bother Rashmi. I had never seen her up so close while she gave a blowjob to Adnan. I could clearly see Adnan's dick getting harder and harder in my wife's mouth. The tip of his dick turned red while Rashmi ran her tongue on it. The shaft was wet in Rashmi's saliva. Rashmi was licking it like a lollipop. Once his dick was fully erect, Rashmi started to choke on it. It was too big for her mouth, but she got used to it by now.
