Overcoming the Taboo
After what I'd found out about my husband's online activities, I desperately wanted to make our relationship meaningful again. I didn't want to lose my husband by allowing him to return to drinking or online whoring. The poor man was working hard and I recognised he deserved some fun -- so why not become a part of his sexual fantasy and play an important role in it myself?
I decided to do something bold and brazen and started contemplating an audacious act that would be tailored to his fantasy. I'd received an important clue after browsing through the chat history of his virtual whore Maxine Vine. He still desired me but he felt I wasn't the bold Maxine Vine -- whom he could comfortably take to any pub. I had to concur - I'd never gone out anywhere with him while being scantily dressed, showing plenty of skin. And yet that was what he wanted! It was his secret fantasy to watch me dressed provocatively; turning heads and teasing other men.
My small-town mindset and the conservative values that I accumulated over the years were a big hurdle to overcome. I felt shy at the thought of fulfilling his wishes, and it was obvious he was too embarrassed by his fantasy to open up about it. With honor being a central concept in our culture, it made it additionally challenging for him to acknowledge his dark desire to turn me into a whore is challenging for him. The cultural baggage of a 'pious wife' was overwhelming to him as well as for me.
Yet, if we could overcome the peer pressure about children and remain voluntarily childless, I reflected, then why not take a leap into exploring our individual sexuality? Perhaps I should take the first bold step and get rid of this inhibition! I kept thinking and suddenly an idea popped-up. Our passionate lovemaking from earlier must be fresh in his memory and it must be lingering in his mind. I knew that at that time in the evening, he would be hanging out with some friends in a pub savoring the throbbing nightlife of Bangalore. I removed my clothes and snapped some nude pictures in various poses, in front of the mirror. His perennial weakness has always been my big butt and my large, curvaceous body.
I quickly sent the nude images to him on WhatsApp, expecting that he would abandon the drinks and rush to the bedroom to resume the mind-blowing fuck that we began this morning.
But that was a naïve assumption. A quarter of an hour later, my husband rang, drunk and furious. He was livid at me and the naughty trick which I had assumed to be innocent - backfired. After a minute of rant, he revealed the actual reason for his outrage.
Someone Else Saw the Picture
At first, I was astounded by his thoughtless behavior.
"How dare he hand over his mobile phone to Ajay, and even give him the PIN?"
I blamed him for his carelessness. Ajay was a 22-year old engineer, originally from Uttar Pradesh, now working in Bangalore. I'd met him a couple of times - a sweet chap, fair complexion; handsome and well-built. He was a typical North Indian who spoke pure Hindi. Ajay was a shy small-town boy and whenever we'd met, he would call me 'Bhabhi' i.e. sister-in-law in Hindi. He was indeed like a younger brother to my husband. The word Bhabhi has two different connotations in the Indian context. It is a dignified term used for a traditional North Indian housewife. However, it also has sexual undertones of 'sexy mature woman.'
Ajay used to report to my husband, but he had resigned recently and changed company. My husband liked him; also, he was his mentor. Despite their age difference, they would meet occasionally for a drink. It was sheer bad luck that he was right there with my husband, making a call from my husband's phone because his own phone was out of battery.
Of course, it was also a mistake from my end to not consider this possibility, but I kept accusing my husband of being careless. After a volley of accusations, we both calmed down. I started visualizing the possibility of Ajay watching my nude pics, and began to probe my husband about his behavior or body language in case Ajay had shown some awkwardness or embarrassment.
My husband was already drunk and he didn't notice much about his friend's body language. But I wanted to be 100% certain that Ajay didn't take any advantage of the situation. The tick line on WhatsApp had already turned blue before my husband saw my photos; hence Ajay had certainly had a peek at them.
I decided to handle the situation by meeting Ajay alone. I proposed this option expecting a dismissive response from my husband. Instead, I receive the most startling reply. My husband was eager to escape the situation and wanted me to take care of everything related to this misadventure. It was after all my creation.
After we hung up, I kept thinking about a plan. It was already late, but I received another call from an unknown number. To my surprise, it was Ajay. I was nervous wondering why he'd called, but it emerged there was another problem. My husband was ridiculously drunk and he could hardly stand up, let alone drive. In addition, according to Ajay, he was mumbling all kinds of crazy stuff. I implored Ajay to quickly book a cab to drop my husband at home. But since it seemed likely my husband might feel sick, Ajay decided to accompany him to prevent him from vomiting in the cab.
It was a kind act, but it made for a nervous wait for me. I didn't expect that I would meet my young voyeur so fast. Circumstances had forced this meeting and I had to face him already, the very same night of the accidental exposure.
The Meeting Gets Interesting
Ajay managed to drop my husband and paid the taxi fare. Meanwhile, my husband was still completely disoriented, uttering nonsensical sentences. For a moment I thought it would've been better had I gone out with my husband because Ajay doesn't drive a car. I could have driven my husband home in our car. Instead, the car was currently left behind, parked at the pub. I decided to let the car remain there and my husband could fetch it the next morning when he was sober.
My hubby's behavior was so bizarre; perhaps my nude pics had freaked him out completely. He was now getting rude to Ajay and making disparaging remarks on his career choices. I felt he was starting to make a fool of himself with some wayward ranting.
Was he feeling jealous because Ajay had seen my naked pics? I wondered. I'd indulged in something that would align with his deep desire and sexual kink, but maybe the reality of exposing his wife was overwhelming him. Perhaps he was struggling with the dilemma of choosing between his desires and the conservative values of our culture. He needed to make up his mind about his perversion; unfortunately, he had to do it under the influence of alcohol. It was a conflict wherein he could choose sexual liberation, or compromise and live amid traditional values.
I sat beside my husband listening to his incessant disrespectful remarks on Ajay. The poor young lad was facing continuous humiliation. Maybe he was feeling guilty peeking into the private stuff. I was embarrassed and confused -- I had no idea of whose side I should take. Ajay wasn't innocent either. Why did he choose to look at those nude pictures?
My husband was continuously rambling, jumping from one topic to another. Suddenly, he started talking about art and beauty. His mind went to the beautiful portrait of a medieval courtesan that he saw in the pub. He started describing the courtesan and asked Ajay's opinion on her.
Ajay was dumbstruck and his historical knowledge was terrible. My husband once again took a dig at him, this time on his lack of knowledge of Indian history. He explained about the art as if he was an art connoisseur and the portrait was a Mughal Courtesan. I knew he had a strong interest in the topic because he loved history and binge-watched every documentary on the History channel.
Suddenly from nowhere, he began to compare the courtesan with me. That was indeed shocking. He began describing my facial features with her and then started describing her body and comparing it with mine. Both Ajay and I were taken aback. We were stunned and silent. I wondered if maybe the alcohol in his system had done the trick and destroyed his inhibitions, unleashing his fantasy.
His sudden focus on my body was unsettling. I was perplexed. He took a wobbly step towards me, grabbed my boobs, and said, "What do you think of this Ajay?"
Ajay looked astounded. He wasn't sloshed like my husband but two beers were enough to make him tipsy.
My hubby held the lacy hem of my pink nighty and started pulling up. I resisted initially but he was adamant and pulled it up to my knees. My resistance was futile against his desire. His hand slipped between my thighs and he buried two fingers in my vagina. My hubby anticipated that I would be pantieless, and forced his fingers into me roughly, then removed his hand and began to spread my legs wide open, giving Ajay a perfect view of my pussy.
This was my first experience of being exhibited in front of a stranger. I'd never been exposed like this before by my husband, let alone anyone else.
Ajay was astonished but he was getting bold and stared at my pussy.
"What do you say Ajay?" my hubby grinned.
