I wanted to show off my wife to other men. I wanted them to catch her boobs from behind, kiss her navel, smell her armpits, lick her clitoris, sleep with her, and hug her. I fantasized hiding and watching them secretly while they did all that.
When we travel together by train, due to the wind her saree goes off place and her navel is exposed. Though I see it I wouldn't tell her. I wanted other guys to look at her body. She falls off into deep sleep during the journeys and her palloo comes down slightly which causes her cleavage to be visible. I do not wake her or cover it myself. I act as if I didn't notice it. I let the guys around, even teenage boys enjoy that sight.
I bring all my close friends home and make her wear transparent sarees to give a visual treat to them. Some would openly tell me how sexy my wife is and I don't mind that.
Harsha, my best friend is a sex maniac. He fantasizes about every girl. He is good in nature every other aspect but he has a strong sexual drive. I want to watch while someone does all nasty things to my wife so I fantasize about harsha doing all that to my wife.
I take nude pics of her, distorting the face and I post them on the internet blogs and forums. People make lewd comments about her body parts and measurements. That gives me a kick. I shag reading all those. I share non nude pics of her as well but ones which give an idea of her assets, shape size, etc. I enjoy it when some stranger shags, looking at my wife's pics.
I encourage our watchman to help us in some of the house-cleaning activities. This way I could fantasize him getting glimpses of her assets. I fantasize he would see her cleavage when she bends and that would get erect and masturbate later thinking about my wife.
I ask my car driver to teach her driving. I fantasize about the sparks that fly when he touches my wife knowingly or un-knowingly.
My wife's name is Lavanya.
Here is the narration from Lavanya's point of view:
I want to show off my body to other men. I do it as if I'm showing it without my knowledge and as if it happens accidentally. I drop my palloo knowingly, that, other men would get glimpses of my navel and my boobs. I fantasize about my husbands' friends, every one of them. I imagine being fucked deeply and madly by every one of them, like group fuckings and orgies. My dreams are filled by them. Even when my husband is riding me I think of his best friend harsha. Wow, he's got a hairy chest and I've heard my husband say that he's a sex maniac. I imagine him fucking me. When our watchman Ramu comes to help me do the household chores, I make the most out of it.
I climb ladders wearing short skirts. I wear loose tops and I bend a lot showing him my cleavage full length and I never make it look intentional. When we change the bed covers I spend a lot of time standing opposite him bending down and giving him a direct view of my juggling tits. Also, while we sweep the floor in the end, half my saree and blouse would become wet due to my sweat while cleaning. Even he drips sweat. We both can smell each other's sweat easily during those sessions as we will be moving closely, and I love doing that. I give my old clothes to him to give to his sisters and relatives. I give him my blouses and inner wear as well as he's poor. Ramu has got a lean and muscular body. He is dark and extremely crude in his acts. I like that. I want to be mauled by a rough savage like him. I planned something to make him touch me.
I allow my car driver as well to touch me. I bend forward and let his elbow touch my boobs and he understood me and started to touch my parts while teaching me but we both did it as if it was done in course of teaching me and it was unintentional. Later on I masturbated using brinjals thinking about him.
Here is story from Ramu's point of view:
Poor guy. He's got a lovely wife and he is leaving her to a rogue like me to feast on. Man, awesome tits she's got on her top. I slurp whenever she bends. Poor thing, she's very frank and open minded, little did she know about the pervert in me.
I catch good views of her panty clad ass when she climbs the ladder wearing short skirts. She thinks I'm helping her but indeed she's helping me! I smell the clothes she gives to me. I can
Hardly control my erection when she's around. Her navel is almost always visible when she's in sarees or short tops. Whenever she lifts her hands up to grab a bottle or hang on something, I'd take a look at her navel. It was deep and round, felt like kissing it many times. Her legs are smooth and clean shaven. I get a good view of her creamy white thighs when she's in her short skirts as her skirt flies up and down due to the fan. I need to bang this bitch hard some day.
She has got long hair, it reaches her ass. When she walks her long plait swings like a pendulum. She has got two big round globes on the behind: perfect ass cheeks. They stop the movement of her hair plait from one side to the other, it's like she's playing cricket: both her ass cheeks play with her plait, one ass cheek hits her hair to the other end, when it reaches the far end, the other cheek holds it for some time and then releases it. That gives the pendulum motion to her long hair plait. I badly want to squeeze her ass cheeks hard.
Once I stood behind her intentionally and when she moved back my groin digged straight into, her ass. I pushed my groin further as well, when she collided me; I caught her waist and pulled her back further onto my dick. My dick entered half between her ass cheeks. Later on, she moved forward and apologized. I enjoyed.
I wanted to watch her somehow while she's having a bath. The bathroom didn't have a key hole. I was desperate. I stood near the door and could hear the sound of the water hitting the floor. I know that she sits on a stool, a short one, and takes her bath. I saw the door; it was having some gap in the bottom, about an inch between the door and the floor. As she is bathing, some water came out from the bathroom. I bent down to try to get a view from the bottom but couldn't see much. Then science came into picture and blessed me. I could see her reflection in the water. Yes, you can try that and see for yourself it works. I put my eye near the door and viewed at 45 degrees and I could get a view of the inside. As it was night, she turned on the bulb inside and that made her image clearly visible. I could see my mam naked, though indirectly. That was enough for me to get hard. This became a routine from that day onwards. I would watch her applying soap to her body parts. her boobs, hands, legs. It was clear enough. That left me wanting more.
Even Raghu, my friend, the driver of the house tells me that he's been lucky with madam. It seems he gets to touch her boobs while teaching her how to drive. Lucky bastard. He always watches her midriff, area not covered by the saree, which faces him as he sits towards her left. Even he digs her navel man. We both assess her shapes all day when we are idling around and tell each other how we fantasize and masturbate thinking about her.
One day I was lucky. Very lucky actually: That day was the first of the month. She needs to give me the salary for the previous month. I knocked the door, and she opened it. She was wearing a gorgeous green colored saree. She applied mehendi to her hands and they were wet. I asked her for the salary and said that I don't have money to buy the food items as well. She said her hands are busy and asked if it is very urgent. I said yes. Then she asked to come in and close the door. I did.
She said "As I applied mehendi, I cannot use my hands. But you can take the money with your hands" I said ok and asked where the money was. She said she had money at two places. One was in the cupboard, which is locked now, the keys with her husband. The other is her own personal money. She said she could now give her personal money alone as she doesn't have the keys of the cupboard. I said ok. Question: Where is that money?
She said "It is in my blouse" and she didn't look as if she was joking. I stood stunned for a second there. I was about to say "I will wait until sir comes..." but she interrupted and said "you can take that money for now".
She said "It is ok, as, the money is very urgent to you". I nodded, as if she was right there. She asked me to come closer. I was hesitant but I did go near her. I could smell her shampooed hair which was left loose.
"Remove my palloo down" she said and lifted her hands up.
I was not sure.
She signaled again.
My hands were shaking; I put them hesitantly over her left shoulder.
"It is pinned", I said.
