Hi, I’m Rahul (name changed ) from Hyderabad. I’m here to narrate some true and fantasy stories to get your pulse.
So, I would like to introduce my wife, Priya, who is 27 years old. As usual, she is an average but attractive young housewife. She is a master at wearing a saree and shows off her navel out of innocence.
So that was our newly married life, and I used to go to the office daily from 9 AM to 8 PM. Mine is a government job. My wife used to work in a nearby school, just for her dignity. Her timings were 9 AM to 5 PM, so she used to come early.
One day, I was causally riding my bike at 5 PM, passing from my home on some work. Suddenly, I saw on the opposite route that my wife was sitting back side of the bike. The Maths sir (age 45 years) was riding the bike.
I only knew that she used to commute through the school bus. I didn’t know this thing, and she never informed me. However, this somewhat made me warm instead of angry.
When I came home that night, she told me by herself that the school bus tyre was punctured. So her colleague, the Maths sir, was kind enough to drop her home. Then, I realised that I had unnecessarily thought badly about them. That night, we had a wild session.
The next day, as usual, I went, and to confirm, I again went to the same road. I saw she got off the school bus near our house. So, my doubt was confirmed that nothing was there between them. However, I was disappointed for no reason.
After some days, I connected her WhatsApp with my mobile through WhatsApp web just out of excitement. Usually, she used to get messages from her colleagues with a little bit of flirting, which was acceptable. I used to enjoy reading them.
Messages were like, ” Your saree is beautiful. ” She mostly replied with blushing emojis. But one day, she received a message from Maths sir. He asked her to wear a pink saree as the next day was his birthday and it was his wish. She just replied with a smiley emoji.
She replied that she didn’t have a pink one and apologized. He replied with a sad emoji. I felt bad for not buying a pink saree for my wife before. But to my surprise, after a few minutes, I received a message from my wife asking me to take her shopping. I accepted and went home early.
We went shopping, and as I expected, she bought a pink saree. I purposely said it was not that good-looking looking. But she insisted that she liked it. She wanted a pink saree only as she does not have any pink ones. Then I agreed, and she felt happy. I, too, felt happy since I knew why she insisted.
The next day, she draped in the same pink saree as I expected. She had draped it below her navel, that too, a few inches below her regular style. She also sprayed nice perfume, which was kept for parties and did some makeup. I asked her what was so special today.
She replied that there was nothing special. But just because of the new saree, she is trying to look good. I went near her and kept one hand on her bare hip and massaged until she got aroused. Meanwhile, I moved her pallu somewhat aside so that a little breeze of air could give a clear glimpse of her navel.
Then I left to office and she went to her school. Then I opened WhatsApp web to see her messages. She received a message after 2 hours from Maths sir, thanking her for wearing the pink saree. It made his day. She was thankful and said she already had one, so it was not a trouble to wear.
He was praising anything from her eyes to her lips to her way of draping her saree. He was going on and on. He said he wanted to meet her at her class as he had a free period, and she said yes. Now, as they met, I didn’t see any messages. So, all I can do is imagine what happened.
He might have gone to her and called her outside. He first had a full glimpse of her voluptuous body, mainly the navel. It was often teasing him and her lips, which always were inviting. Occasional touching would have been a common thing.
Then, after 2 hours, she again received a message from him thanking her for spending time with him. She replied that it was her pleasure to have a good time on his birthday. He then again praised that her saree was making him crazy. She was all blushing. He also thanked her for accepting the flowers from him.
Then he asked her if he could drop her home today on a bike. It is his birthday wish, but she said No, saying it is not appropriate. But he insisted and sent many sad emojis. Finally, she accepted his request, and his face went on to light like a bulb.
Now I went to their school to see what actually happened. But I hid behind a tea stall and saw them going on the bike. My wife was maintaining some distance while sitting on the bike, which was kind of respect for me. I followed them from a distance.
I saw him applying brake occasionally to make her fall on him, and he was successful. She slowly moved close to him. I could see her navel easily being flaunted due to the wind. They reached home, and I was expecting him to go from there. But he asked for a coffee, and she invited him home.
I followed them once they went into my home. I knew another route from the terrace to enter my house. I did without them noticing me, so I now had a clear view from the top. He sat, and she went inside to bring water. Meanwhile, he was praising her like anything.
She then went inside to prepare coffee, and he slowly followed her. I could see his gesture of trying to hold her bare hip from behind from a distance. It showed how eager he was to hold her hip. Luckily, I also had the view of my kitchen from there, so I saw him helping her out in making coffee.
Intentionally, the sugar box fell from his hands. Then he said sorry, and my wife said it was okay. She sat and started collecting the sugar, and he had a good view of her cleavage from that angle. Then he came out, and my wife brought the coffee and gave him.
She also sipped her coffee. They were discussing me and his wife and about school. My wife told him that her husband would be coming in 2 hours. It made him somewhat disappointed. However, he said, “Good, then I will meet him today.” It gave a hint that he didn’t want to go till that time.
Then she went inside to bring some biscuits. In the kitchen, she moved her pallu further so that her navel was flaunted without any disturbance. She then came out with biscuits. I could see the brightness in his face levelling up. He asked to show the house.
She took him around the house and showed him the guest bedroom. Then they came to the first floor of our duplex. Immediately, I hid behind the door, and she took him to the balcony. She showed the bedroom, which was always arranged well for arousal.
He praised her for keeping the bedroom so beautiful, and it suited her well. Then he sat on the bed and felt the bounciness. They both had a small smile on their face. Then they came out and went to the balcony again. Due to the wind, her saree was uncontrollable.
He had a good view of her navel cleavage bare hip, but she just ignored it. She then told him that she would change into a nighty and come. He felt sad and asked her to wear a saree until he was there as it was his birthday wish. She accepted.
Now, one hour was gone in this, and only one hour was left. He realized, and he said that he was feeling hungry. He would like to have anything prepared from her hands. Then they went to the kitchen, and he accidentally touched her bare hip. He said sorry, for which she said it was fine.
He then started narrating how my wife was so beautiful. Compared to his wife, she was like a mountain compared to a small stone in beauty. My wife was blushing. She was preparing pakoda for him. I could see whenever she turned back, he would make gestures to hold her hip.
Then he started keeping his hand on her hip accidentally but didn’t remove it. She also didn’t say anything, and this gave him confidence. He then directly praised that her navel is the best part visible in this saree. Then, there was a sudden silence. She moved away from him and covered her navel with pallu.
He felt very bad for saying that and didn’t know how to manage things now. My wife moved somewhat back. He just fell on his knees and said sorry 100 times. He said he never saw them with the wrong intention. But he couldn’t stop from praising her because of her beauty.
He literally cried, saying, “I am sorry. For the first time, I saw such a beautiful navel.” He couldn’t control his words, as his wife was not that good-looking. She then said it was okay and told him never to repeat it. He felt happy and stood up. He then said many sorrys and said he would go now.
My wife stopped and said that she forgave him as it was his birthday. She said to be normal and started preparing the pakoda again. He was again watching her from behind with a lust but also a guilty face. My wife then slowly moved her pallu sideways, now revealing the whole navel easily.
She inserted the pallu inside the petticoat, and he could see all this from behind. Her hip folds aroused him like a madman. But he was confused to make a move as he was scared. Suddenly, a rat went by the kitchen. It was enough to trigger my wife. She screamed out of fear, rushed towards him, and hugged him.
Now, he had my wife hugged around him. His bare hands were openly invited to hold her hip. With no delay, he held her hip tightly. This hug went on for 10 minutes, and then both released. But the spark had already begun. Then they came to the hall with pakoda.
He purposely threw one pakoda down the table. Suddenly, a rat came for that food. Seeing that, my wife again jumped into him. Now, he was holding her on hips on the sofa. Again, it went on for 10 minutes. Then my wife covered her navel and told him that my husband would be coming in 10 minutes.
He felt sad that he could not do anything else. Also, my wife was in a sad tone. To cheer things up, I messaged her that I was having extra work and would be coming 2 hours late. Her face shined, and seeing that, he asked what happened. She replied that her hubby was coming 2 hours late.
But to my surprise, he said, “Then I will miss him meeting him today. Maybe we will meet some other day.” My wife was also shocked as she thought he would feel happy with that news. He then told her that he would leave now as I was not coming home.
My wife reacted with a sad face and asked him to wait for a few minutes. She had ordered a cake for him and wanted to surprise him. But he insisted on going. To stop him, she said if the rat came, she might get scared, so she asked him to wait for a few minutes.
He agreed on the condition that she should tie the pallu as she did before. If the rat came, it would be comfortable to hold her, or else she may fall. She agreed, and in front of him, she moved the saree to the total side where her navel was fully visible. She tied the pallu and inserted it inside the petticoat.
The Happy Birthday cake came, and he was surprised. She kept the cake on the table and played a song. She asked him to cut the cake. He felt very happy and cut the cake. He took the cream and spread it on her face. She also took the cream and spread it on his face. He again took the cream.
Meanwhile my wife started running away. He followed her, and she came up to the bedroom and closed the door from inside. From outside, he was banging on the door and said he was leaving and became silent. I could see him hide beside the door. My wife, thinking he was really leaving, opened the bedroom door.
He pushed her inside and spread the cream all over her waist. She did not object. He was now simply holding her hip and rubbing the wait and playing with her navel. She also enjoyed it. Then he pushed her on the bed and removed her sari. Now, she was in her blouse and petticoat in front of him.
Now, he went near her and kissed her passionately like a wolf. She responded well with her lips. He removed her blouse and was mesmerized by my wife’s round and bouncy boobs. He played with them and kissed and licked them very harshly, which she liked.
Then he undressed himself. My wife immediately grabbed his dick and gave him a blowjob, and he was in heaven. He then pulled my wife’s dress and kissed her pussy. He inserted the tongue, for which my wife shouted. He inserted his dick into her pussy and banged her like a bitch.
This continued for the next two hours. He fucked her 20 times in this gap. Both were exhausted by that. Then, I slowly jumped down from the terrace and knocked on the door. I waited for 10 minutes for the door to open. I could see the tiredness in both their faces.
She introduced him, and he said he was happy to meet me. I invited him to come regularly without any hesitation. He blinked at my wife and went away. That night, I banged my wife like a street dog.
This is not the end. This is just the beginning. See you guys in Part 2.
Next Part: From My Wife’s WhatsApp – Part 2