Shy Indian Wife

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My pure and loyal and very desi wife with no background of western culture is dressed like a hot ass sexy models likes of them can be seen on Instagram and twitter. Her dress by design has a touch of slutty look. She has never worn this much short shorts in the house and never have ever worn that kind of top in our house.

The bikinis that she worn last year on the beach was her being naïve and unaware. After the shock from that incident and the depression and many many discussions later she tried to wear top and shorts in the house only but this was out of the box.

She has gone out of the way by a million light year to wear something so transparent and naughty. This kind of dresses are worn by models in a raunchy music video. Her mid-section was bare from below her boobs to the end of her hips. You could see the threads of her bikini bottoms coming out from and above her shorts. Her tits were heaving even when she is breathing since there isn't any hard and tight support of bra.

Since her tits are very perky, they were still standing straight ahead giving a great side profile and making her boobs look even bigger that the 36DD. Her long legs with thick thighs and legs were making me very hard.

But there were 2 showstoppers. 1st was the transparent top, which was so tight and thin and was molding her curves. They beauty of this top was that the transparency was so erotic that the roundness of the tits all around the bikini triangle are clearly visible and apparent.

The 2nd thing and my most favorite thing was the side boobs action. Ohh yes, her side boobs were visible and not very less but not a lot also. It was so much that when my wife raised her hand, her breasts can be seen from behind her and that angle took the cherry for me. I clicked few pics of her like that.

Now was the time for big reveal, I was very worried and nervous. Even though, I have taken this leap of faith and dressed her like a hot sexy chick, I was scarred what her reaction will be after she opens her eyes. I was trembling. Few minutes back, I was jealous and started doubting my decision but now after seeing her like this, I wanted the world to see her like this.

Meri pyari patni, meri better half, meri jaan. Meri sanskari biwi. Please apni eyes kholo (My loving and pious and loyal wife, please open your eyes).

Jyoti's POV

Yesterday we had a raunchy session of sex. Even though I was so anxious but my dear husband culled it and made me comfortable and had his way with me. I liked his passionate love making and I too get hot seeing him being so loving and caring and passionate.

Well, there are so many emotions running in me. As a woman, as an Indian woman, as a person coming from a village background with so many restrictions, how to digest all these new information and emotions.

My own husband made my Instagram account and put a very nice pic of me with my salwar suit but on the same evening, he put my pics where I am nude if not for a piece of cloth which can be curled up in a child's palm easily.

I was doubtful that I will look like a clown in front of everyone and to ensure that my doubts are erased. He made me read comments over my post of those men. One of them even asking me to do modeling. How a morally straight women should behave. I don't know.

On top of that, my husband, whom I love and worship is telling me that wearing short and small clothes are just the start of his desires and fantasies and he wants me to feel like sluts and whores. He said he wants me to be comfortable with these words. He wants me to act naughty and slutty and most importantly he said the more I do these immoral things the more he will love and respect me.

I was checking my Instagram account after waking up early in the morning and my god, I have 10k followers and I saw a new post by my husband which was nothing but my pic in a saree from my wedding where I was all made up like a bride. The pic has a line written on top of it saying, "I am my husband's Doll". That post has so many nasty comments too.

Many of those comments came from men but some of them from few women. I opened few profiles and I saw these women were regular girls but the some of the pics that they had posted of them at beach or club or streets or malls were so obscene. They were dressed in the shortest of the short clothes and were posing with there families. Many with husband's and his family.

I was shocked to see how comfortable they are in these pics not only in front of strangers but in front of family as well. How much different is this to our culture where I can't come out of bedroom if my husband's brothers, friends or uncles and father is sitting in living room.

The point can also be seen that Sid was right when he told me that most women who wear short dresses are married and many posts that I saw was where the wife wore an impossible dress and husband was standing with her proudly while other men were also surrounded the women while the picture or video was taken.

This made me gasp and wonder that if my husband is exposed to this culture for so many years than it is natural that what he is expecting me to become. I remembered a term used by him "exhibitionist wife"

When I searched this term, It opened new kind of pages. These pages were where the wife is dressed like a randi and slut and she is carefully roaming on the beach and in the streets with her husband while her husband is making a video. These women were so carefree that I saw that their breast and bum was visible through dresses or they were bringing them out. Then I saw something which flipped my switch.

I saw a video, where a plumber comes in the house and the wife opens door for him in towel pretending to be taking a bath and I threw the phone away. I was aghast. I was shocked, I was angry, I was aroused, I was anxious and my heart rate was so fast.

I realized that I am already an exhibitionist wife, I have already done these things. I have become naked in front of plumber; I was roaming in a sheer bikini on a public beach with my husband and I had been seen naked by 2 men when I was preparing for competition.

It was like the switch was flipping again and again giving me more clear insight of the things happened to me from the time I landed in America. I was naïve, I am morally straight, I am a bit backward in thinking but I am a bright person. I realized that I have been doing these things which I am dreading to do all along.

I felt some relief from my constant anxious feelings. I went to the shower and when the water started running over my body, I had this small motivation to test what and how my husband feels. Last time on the beach, he was not with me most of the time when I paraded in bikini. This time, I can gauge his reactions.

I wore a red saree with traditional make up and jewelries. I decided to not succumb to my fears. I can't be changed, I can't become a Brazilian woman, I am an Indian wife and I will always be but for the sake of knowing and understanding my husband I took a stand to just go with the flow and hide all the fears away and to show him the emotions what he has been asking for.

I pretended to be confident when he woke up and played hard to get. I even asked him to call my boyfriend to confirm time and asked him to dress me up for my 1st date. I was so nervous and I was dying inside to utter those words but I needed to know. When I came back, I saw him frozen up and also tearing up a bit.

When I saw him in deep thought and in tears, I just melted for him. I found those tears shouting to me that he loves me and respects me and he values me. I hugged him tightly and felt very close to him. I wanted to stop with my experimentation but the curiosity was driving me strongly.

I figured, lets see what's the dress has he brought for me. I wanted to know what he imagines me to look like while going out. I also wanted to know that what he meant when he said the naughtier, I become the more love and respect he will give to me.

I became naked in bath and again washed all of my body. Before coming out, I stood inside and prayed to the Almighty. I asked forgiveness and questioned my god that if my husbands want me to behave in an immoral way and I accept his wish as a token of my love and devotion towards him then will I be a sinner. I again questioned that if I deny him these joy's then I disobey my husband and then will I be a bad wife. I said, "let my god(husband) decide whats good and bad for me".

I opened the door and came out nude. I never did this even if we were having sex, I was never nude when walking out of bed in dark but here I was in light coming out of bath naked and presented my self to my love and asked him to make me his doll. After all he had a post on Instagram which said the same.

I closed my eyes as per my husband's request and then opened them after getting dressed by him like a doll.

What I saw when I opened my eyes got me a jolt of my life. I was shaken to the core, I was moved, I was amazed and I was dead scared. I was not seeing me in the mirror. My husband made me someone else. I looked similar to what an exhibitionist wife were wearing on the internet. I was looking extremely bold and open.

This dress was not an invitation but an announcement to look at me, ogle me. It was saying that the women in this dress is open to talk & flirt. Dare I say this, this dress made me look like a little slut demanding men's attention. I had my emotions written on my face but when I saw my husband's face in the mirror.

Well, he stood like a pronounced criminal in court. As if he has done some murder. He was so scared that the moment our eyes met, he put his head down. I saw him trembling.

I saw his goose bumps were raised and I could feel him holding his breath. I controlled my emotions and turned towards him. I love him, I have always seen him in commanding position in all aspects of life but for the first time I saw him like a scared cat. I was overwhelmed by a feeling which was to urgently take care of my husband. I hugged him and asked him.

Darling, do not worry. I wanted to see what you brought and hence I agreed for you to dress me up. I held his hands and kissed them one by one. He had twinkle in his eyes and had the most vibrant smile on him. He started saying thank you to me without stopping. I felt so happy that I could give him this Joy. And that name struck.

I said to him, "Darling, how is your Joy looking. Is she like how you dreamed in your fantasies". Well he was out of bound. He raised me by lifting and started circling. He made me site on a stool and he sat on the ground and put his head on my thighs and started kissing them and saying I love you and thank you again and again.

I was proud of myself that how I have managed to test my husband's words. How I have controlled my fear till now and how I have not gotten disgusted and angry. I remembered Carla and Marla's words about me being so lucky as a wife. I started thanking my God and thought that something that brings so much Joy to my husband because of me can't be a sin.

I don't know, what came over me as I was overwhelmed by all the love and joy that I asked him. "Meri Jaan, mere pati dev! Kya app meri picture leker Instagram per post karoge". (My dearest husband, will you take my pic and post on Instagram)

There was lightning in his eyes and in his steps. He ran and came with his camera in a single moment.

I was so excited by it all that it all felt like a dream where things happen without any effort. He posed me for few pics and then I started doing it on my own. I forgot everything and was enjoying my husband's undivided attention. He was seeing me as if he was seeing me for the 1st time. As if I was a movie star and he a big fan. We clicked more that 50 pics from all angles possible.

When I saw those pics on his phone, I was really amazed with myself. Also, my husband murmured, "Angela was right, you are made for modelling". I saw him with a concerned look and he said that he was just thinking out loud. This got registered in my brain that I am made for modelling.

Next, he started selecting the pics to post on insta. I became worried, I was thinking that with so many posts and so many followers, my posts are bound to reach someone back home. I was skeptical and shared my concern with my love.

I said, "Jaan, kahi ye post mere ya aapke family ya relatives ke pass na chala jaye, mujhe bohot darr lag raha hai". I said I am scared that these posts will land to our known. He thought for sometime and looked at the phone.

He changed, my name from Joy Sharma to Joy S and said that we will always do some filter to your pics and I will never post my pic in this account so no one can corelate. Even if some one known see this profile, even then they will never join dots that its you.

Then he said something which took me back to my very nervous self. He said, "Jaan, hamare ghar wale kabhi ye soch bhi nahi sakte ki tum ek gaon se ayi hui ladki, aisi modern dress pehen sakti ho". He meant that our family members can't even imagine you able to wear such modern dress as you come from a village. I took offence of his statement but I let him continue.

He said, "Mai tumhari Indian dress and saree ki koi bhi pics yaha nahi dalunga, aise agar koi dekh bhi le to use lagega ki koi videshi high class ladki hai jo ki tumhari tarah lagti hai". After saying that he deleted my Indian dress pics. What he meant was that he will delete all pics of mine in the Indian attire and if any know come across my sexy pics then they will think me as a high class foreign women and not the real me.

I was not happy with his words for foreign girls as high class and I felt that I must tell him that I am not a backward woman that he thinks.

I told him, "Jaan, mana ki maine hamesha se tumhe tumhari ichaoon se dur Rakha hai, Jab bhi tumne mujhe western dress pehnaya ya phir mujhe western attitude wali ladkiyo ki tarah behave kerne ko kaha tab maine tumhe disappoint kiya but iska matlab ye nahi ki mai low class hu ya phir mai dehati ya backward hu. Mai bhi sab kuch ker sakti hu. Kya tum mujhe iss dress me low class ladki kahoge".

I meant that even though I have not fulfilled your desire and I have disappointed you whenever you asked me to wear western dress and behave as a western girl but this doesn't mean that I have a low class or I am a backward women. I can do anything. Will you perceive me a low class girl in the dress that I am wearing now?

My question took him by surprise and he was blank for few seconds. He sat down at my feet and hugged my thighs. He said, "Meri pyari wife, agar kabhi mai tumhe kisi bhi dosre ladki se inferior samjhu to usi waqt meri life khatam ho jaye. Tum meri jaan ho, I feel so proud of you and I see you as my queen and I see a world of potential in you. I never meant anything bad against you and it was just a figure of speech and I will be careful what I am speaking in future".

Listening to him and seeing him hugging me so lovingly I became so mushy with feeling of love but I felt such confident about myself right now. I forgot what I was wearing and how sinfully I was dressed.

Then he said, "Darling since I changed your name and deleted all your Indian dress pics, I will put some raunchy pics and videos of you in this profile. These pics will be so hot that even if our family see you in these pics, they will never ever believe that it is you".

I was pulled back to reality, just now I was showing confidence and has scolded my husband about his thought he indirectly said that I cant be as modern as western girls. Now how to take it back, what kind of pics he wants to post. He have already have posted my Pics in bikini and this dress, are they not vulgar enough for him. I asked him with my beating heart what he meant by more raunchy pics.

He smiled like a school boy who is excited because someone asked him about his favorite topic like video games. He enthusiastically opened accounts of Insta models and showed me their profile. It is safe to say that I was shocked and terrified.

I saw women wearing dresses with the purpose to direct attention to their breast and bum, I saw women completely naked from behind and women dancing and walking and frolicking and what not in the state of undress. One thing I realized that all these women were having a voluptuous body type but with muscular thighs and some with abs.

I felt my dress was just appropriate. I looked at my dearest and he was having a tense look and when I asked him why he is looking so tense, he said that he is worried if I will get angry and think it is too much and will go back in my shell. I looked at him and with a confident look I said, yes, its too much but I am not angry. I think this is the culture of western girls and who am I to judge them for this.

My husband mouthed the word WOW without uttering it. I felt proud of bottling my emotions and showing him only what I wanted to show him and not my broken self. He selected few pics. One of them was a full frontal of me looking at the camera with a very warm smile.

I see in the pic that my transparent camo top was not able to cover me and my breast were visible apart from the bikini top area. My belly and thighs were all visible for the viewer. Next, he selected a side profile and here I was standing holding my breath with my chin up.

This gave a very womanly view showing all my curves in its glory. The 3rd pic was something strange and most sexy. In this my back was to the camera and I had my hand raised above my head. I saw that both my breast was visible on both side of my torso and it looked like I was not wearing a top because my breast looked naked from side.

I will never believe its me if I would not have been part of this shoot. What has happened to me. Have my morals dissolved with time. Have I become a cheap woman. Sometime back I would have cried rivers and would have shouted on my husband seeing me dressed like this but today all those emotions are buried somewhere.

Is this my effort to bury my emotions or is it an excuse for me being a dirty immoral slut. I saw my husband post these pics and gave me my phone. When I checked the caption that my husband wrote "Ready for my date", I remembered the reason all this is happening for.

I was about to leave my home with a relative stranger for whom I have to pretend to be a girlfriend. I started having goosebumps, I started having second thoughts. I pinched myself to wake up from this bizarre dream but this was reality.

"TING TONG"

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