Indian Wife and Bold Neighbour

“Is this okay?" She asked haltingly.

“Yes, it is okay but if we are going to proceed so slowly we will have visitors before you are topless so love please hurry up.” Veronica said.

Saying this Veronica went over to Manisha authoritatively and pulled back her blouse fully, exposing both breasts to herself and the camera.

"That’s good, Manisha, now turn more to the right and lean forward a little more. Try crossing your arms below your breasts to accentuate them... there, perfect. " Veronica said as she clicked the camera, then she went back to Manisha and brought her shirt back over her shoulders until it was off Manisha completely. Manisha was now topless and excited. Despite the tension she felt her nipples were fully erect. Obviously she did not mind.

"Manisha, please. Those churidars! You understand. This is the age when you should be bold. Sure chiuridars or salwar suits should be worn but only for outings. Not at home. You should wear revealing clothes now. Not when you are in your fifties and sixties. And let me give you some more advice. If you want to keep your marriage rollicking, start wearing revealing clothes. Shorts and spaghettis. Short skirts and no bras. And don’t bother about who sees your tits. Believe me, it turns men on like nothing else when they come to know that their wife’s tits have been seen. "

It was apparent that Veronica wanted Manisha to strip. She stood up from the stool untied the chord that was holding it in place , turned her back to the camera and to Veronica and slowly slid it down to her ankles from where she pulled it off. She then turned around, facing the camera and Veronica in her panties alone.

For Veronica this was not enough. She again encouraged Manisha and told her about the many virtues of nudity which would be beneficial to their wedding.

Suitably encouraged, Manisha sat and took her panties off her bare feet. Her pussy was well manicured. The pubic hair was trimmed with a small triangle of black hair barely covering the mound and the silhoutte of the actual lips of the pussy clearly visible.

She stood nude, her face red with excitement.

"This is not embarrassing you, is it Manisha?" Veronica asked.

She just shook her head and kept looking down.

Veronica took a few more shots and then called it a day but before that she requested Manisha that since it was so hot, she should go and get them a coke from the refrigerator downstairs.

Manisha got away from the hot lights and walked over to the fridge for a coke. As Manisha tried to open the fridge door, she found to her consternation that it was locked. “Manisha, the maid Mala will give you the key. Sorry. I didn’t tell you that.” Veronica called from upstairs. Before Manisha had time to react Mala was in the kitchen. It was a unique sight. A blushing young girl, fully nude and a maid servant in her thirties clad in a blouse and saree. If Mala was surprised, she did not show it. She just took one look at the nude girl, then proceeded to give her the key to the fridge.

“Will you take it directly in the bottle or glasses?” she asked Manisha politely.

“Bottles only.” Manisha replied.

“Okay.” Mala said with a smile and handed over two bottles to Manisha, who brought them upstairs.

Manisha was amazing, parading around fully nude in the neighbour’s house wearing nothing except a light chain in the ankles, a couple of bangles, necklace and some intoxicating perfume.

“Just one thing more, Manisha. That will, I think help you get rid of inhibitions like nothing else.”

"OK. Tell me. "Manisha laughed. She had now become quite used to the frank language employed by Veronica.

"Look, Manisha. A girl can be nude but the lips of her pussy can remain hidden if she does not open her legs because nature has covered it beautifully with the pubic hair. So, I would just like you to open the legs slightly so that the eye of the camera can see the lovely labia. " Veronica said.

“But how to do it?” Manisha asked incredulously.

“Kneel on the floor in front of the camera and spread out your knees and bend backwards. That’s all. Then turn around with your buttocks facing us, spread your legs about a feet apart and bend.” Veronica told her.

As time passed, Veronica could see that Manisha despite her apparent discomfiture, was a natural for anything exhibitionistic.

After returning home, Manisha wondered if what she had done was right but the very thought that she had, for the very first time in her life, been fully naked in front of the camera suffused her with tremendous eroticism. Veronica was right. This bout of nudity in front of Veronica and the camera worked wonders for the young and nubile housewife. She made really passionate love to her husband that night and he was extremely pleased to see this side of his wife. As the days passed he saw that she started dressing more and more provocatively but he did not object even once for fear that she may again start dressing in the traditional attires. Manisha also realized that what Veronica had said was correct. Men perhaps actually want someone to see their wives nude and if possible also have sex with them.

A few days later, Veronica visited their house. She appeared to be a little worried.

“Hi! Veronica, you seem perturbed. Everything okay?” Manisha asked.

“Yes, as such everything is okay. It is about those photographs of yours…..” Veronica said.

Manisha felt her heart sink.

“What about them?” she asked with apprehension fearing that somehow they had found their way to Gitanjali.

“Relax! Nothing to get uptight about. It is just that my cousin Dileep whose photographs you saw the other day with us. Well, he came over to visit us just when I was checking out your snaps. I immediately closed the computer and well, attended to him. Gradually I forgot all about it. He expressed a desire to see his E Mail while I was in the kitchen and well, since your snaps were on the desktop, he has seen them. Only the ones where I shot with the digital camera. Not the Polaroid ones. But it is okay, I think. You had seen his nude snaps and now he has seen yours.” Veronica replied matter-of-factly.

“Oh no! Gosh! What will Amit say?” Manisha said.

“What on earth has Amit got to do with it? Look. I’ll send him tomorrow with the snaps.” Veronica said.

“Are you crazy? A person I have never met coming to my house with my nude photos. You must be out of your mind.” Manisha was aghast.

“ No, I am not out of my mind. There is no need to get all worked up. Even if somebody or your husband gets to see your nude photo, you can always say that they are morphed. So relax. I consider it my responsibility to get you out of this silly conservative shell.” Veronica said.

“I’ll become bold on my own. Do not send him.” Manisha pleaded.

“ Okay. I’ll think it over.” Veronica said and was gone.

Manisha spent a few days in tremendous anxiety thinking that any day a man would be arriving with her nude photographs but nothing happened for a fortnight. In fact Manisha had even become relaxed now. Then one day there was a knock at the door in mid afternoon. As per the suggestions of Veronica, Manisha had started wearing clothes that showed off a good amount of her shapely body. Wearing just a tie-blouse and shorts she opened the door to find a handsome man standing. It took her a while to realize that this was the same person who was a cousin of Veronica and whose nude photograph she had seen. Even though she did not want to, but the shape of his semi erect penis as she had seen, flashed before her eyes as she looked at his smart jeans.

“Hi!” Dileep said. “Recognize me?”

Manisha nodded. “Yes, you are Veronica’s cousin. Right?”

“Very right.” Dileep appeared to be full of beans.

“Do come in.” Manisha said. After all formalities had to be taken care of.

Dileep stepped in the drawing room. He was a handsome looking man perhaps in his early thirties. He had on a white T shirt and blue denim jeans.

“Thanks. This is a nice place you have. Nice and cosy. Well, I have something for you that should please you.” He said. Immediately it struck to Manisha that this was the man who was in possession of those photographs. “ You have a nice body.” He said smiling.

Manisha blushed. “ Oh, that. It was just at the insistence of Veronica.”

“That’s okay. But you know, a photograph is just that. A photograph. And I see that you are not really overdressed. So how about showing me the real stuff?” he said.

“Sorry?” Manisha was not sure whether she had heard right.

“Come on, now. If you can strip in front of my cousin and the camera why not me?” he asked casually.

“Look, your cousin is a female.” Manisha replied patiently.

“That is all the more reason. She got no excitement from your stripping. I will. Now, please hurry. I have work to do.” Dileep sounded cool.

“ No.” Manisha said.

“Don’t tempt me. I have your photographs. Nude. With you bending!” He laughed. "No touching, just looking, and just the top OK?" Manisha was uneasy now. She knew that this man had trapped her.

"No way, Manisha. I want to feel your tits." He said frankly.

"But that's it, right. No more."

"Sure Manisha, whatever you say."

Manisha slowly untied the knot of her blouse while backing up against the wall. Letting it hang open in front she put her hands on the wooden cabinet behind her and took a deep breath. Dileep approached and pulled open the material gently with both hands. He could see the yellow bikini top she wore beneath and he brushed the backs of his hands through the material across the point of her breasts. Then he slid his hands under the collar and down her shoulders, pushing the blouse off. Manisha let her arms relax by her side and the blouse fell to the grass. She was gorgeous. Dileep now took a deep breath and ran his finger along the strings to the center of her cleavage and down her flat tummy.

"Nice pair of C's you got there, Manisha," he said with a laugh and gave her left tit a squeeze, pinching the nipple and pulling the bikini aside. "Why don't we sit and get more comfortable?"

"No, I'm fine here." She said but let herself be guided by Dileep to her knees. He shook off his sneakers and knelt in front of her. He reached around her back and pulled on the clasp of the bikini top to release it, then pulled the other and lifted it off her by the strings and stuffed it in his pocket. His hands slowly went up and down Manisha’s beautiful 28-year-old body, from the sides of her thighs up to cup both her breasts and massage them together. He lifted her chin and brushed her hair behind her shoulders. When she looked up at him he kissed her. Manisha did not respond, not knowing how she should without encouraging him on. Dileep just kissed her again, this time much harder pushing her onto her back on to the sofa. Her hands came up to stop him but it was useless. Her right arm was pinned behind his back and he quickly caught her left and pinned it with his left above her head. She knew now that he could feel her fear. Both her hands were caught and his right hand was free to roam her body, which it did. While driving his tongue into her mouth, Dileep worked Manisha's tit over with his hands. Her nipples grew hard and tender and he broke off his kiss to pinch one between his teeth. His licking and sucking on her tits turned her light chocolatish brown nipples a deep red. Manisha was breathing heavy now and squirming under Dileep trying to get away. At the same time her body was reacting to being pinned to the ground and manhandled. Her temperature was rising and her hips lifted. She was breathing in grunts as she tried to pull her hands free.

Dileep moved his tongue from left to right tit and up to her throat and ears as well. He was getting a taste of every inch of her. When she tried to protest, he would bury her mouth with his and search out her tongue. She began to kiss him back and get her tongue into the action when his hand reached down and stroked her thigh giving a good squeeze. She reacted by lifting her knee, the only way she could move. Dileep quickly grabbed the back of her knee and pulled her leg up around him, giving him a great feel of the back of her thigh and her ass through her shorts. He made himself at home, feeling the entire length of her leg and reaching under her shorts to grope her ass through her bikini bottom.

Now Manisha could feel things getting out of control and she tried to slow it down.

"Dileep, come on.... A deals a deal, Dileep.... Come on. Stop it, please." Her voice was shaking and she fought to get loose one more time. He pushed her leg down flat and pinned it with his own. Then moved back up and returned to his tit work, diligently going left nipple to right nipple with both tongue and fingers. Manisha relaxed a little and didn't notice his hand drift down her stomach and pop open the fly on her shorts. Suddenly his hand thrust down the front of her shorts and began massaging her pussy through her bikini. Manisha lurched up but there was no where she could go. Dileep pushed her legs open some more and began roaming her crotch. She cursed her body because she knew he could feel her heat. "Dileep, please... stop it, please."

"OK Manisha, I've got a new deal for you," and he waited while still working her pussy, now with his fingers sliding under her bikini.

"What?" she finally asked.

"You let me pull off your shorts and I'll do whatever I like with you for the rest of the day." He laughed to himself, "How's that?"

"Dileep, no, come on now."

"Well," he said, "I really don't think you've got much of a choice." He sat up and pulled her knees together. Then holding her shorts at the waist began pulling them down. With her hands free now, Manisha tried to keep herself dressed.

"Wait a minute," she said as they wrestled over her crotch. "Wait a minute, Dileep."

"What is it?" He relaxed a little but still held the upper hand.

"OK, wait... I'll let you ..." she stopped to catch her breath, "I'll take off my shorts but you have to keep your pants on, OK?"

"That's it, That's your deal? I can still touch you anywhere I want if I keep my pants on?" He seemed unbelieving.

"Yeah, you can have my body if you keep your pants on," she couldn't believe what she was saying but, she had no choice, this might buy her some room.

"OK. Deal." And as her grip relaxed Dileep worked the shorts over the sweetest pair of thighs he had ever seen. Slowly he pulled them over her lifted knees and down to her ankles and off her bare feet. "Just so I can say I had you completely naked, on your back and with your legs spread." With that, he spread her legs wide, ran his hands up to the strings of her bikini and pulled them loose. A quick tug and he put the bottoms in his pocket with her top.

Manisha was now just that, stripped completely naked with her legs spread wide lying on her back under a boy whose photograph she had seen and that was about all. She had never let a boy ( except her husband)under her blouse before and now this jerk was running his hands between her legs and under her ass.

"Spread your hair out above you, Manisha, and put your hands behind your head."

Dileep was kneeling between her legs rubbing his own crotch. "That's nice, God I wish I had a camera at a time like this." He laughed at the possible humiliation she would feel. Then he leaned in on her and began sliding his middle finger in and out of her pussy. Just up to the knuckle to get her wet, but she was already wet and he worked in the whole finger and started fucking her with it. She closed her eyes and rolled her head back trying to ignore what he was doing to her, but Dileep could see Manisha bite her lip and start to hump back. He worked in a second finger and got a bit more energetic and she turned her head left and the right taking deep breaths. When he started thumbing her clit at the same time she lost it. No longer could she control what her body was going through. Her chest heaved and Dileep saw the ripples run down her abdomen with each contraction. Her thigh twitched and her whole body shook with the power of her orgasm.

"I know we had a deal, Manisha, but I just have to fuck you now."

Before she could think, Dileep was out of his clothes and leaning down on top of her again. She could feel his hard-on against her belly and knew it would be inside soon. He worked it against her skin to get used to her body and began searching for her wet cunt. This is not the way she wanted this to happen. She had to stop him somehow.

"Wait Dileep, don't ... don't." was all she could come up with.

"Do you mean you don't want me to make love to you? You must want to have a bit of oral fun first, right?" Dileep sat up and straddled her waist the leaned in and brought his cock up between Manisha's mauled tits. He cupped a tit in each hand and squeezed them together to wrap his cock and then started to fuck that lovely groove. Manisha didn't know what was going on but thought she should try to bring him off quickly and began rocking to his rhythm. He liked the way she was moving with him now and picked up speed. After a few minutes Dileep opened Manisha's mouth with his two fingers and searched out her tongue. Her eyes were closed and when he shifted forward she did not see it until his cock was in her mouth. She had always enjoyed giving oral and the feel of a hard erect cock inside the warm and watery confines of her mouth, virtually begging to be satisfied, was giving her a lot of pleasure. He held the same pace as with her tits and began fucking her face. Manisha could not turn away, he held her in place and drove forward until his cock pushed into her throat. She had no choice yet again but to open up to him. Unwittingly her teeth started ensuring that no warm would come to the piece of flesh that was rapidly moving in and out of her mouth. Not only that she was beginning to enjoy his cock inside her mouth. At times, she even forgot whose it was, Amit’s or Dileep’s.

Struggling to breathe as he picked up his pace, Manisha was surprised as his seed shot down her throat. Although she was used to swallowing cum she did not expect the discharge so soon. She choked and tried to turn away as the last drops of his cum were deposited in her mouth which she promptly swallowed. Somehow both the cums i.e. the one from her husband and the one from Dileep tasted exactly the same.

"Are you happy now? Can you get off me?" Manisha was glad it was over and she wanted to get out of there. Dileep had other ideas, however.

"Thanks for the wonderful blowjob, Manisha." He slid back down but still held her pinned to the ground. As he massaged the cum dribbling from his cock into her breasts he kicked her legs open again and positioned himself between her knees. "I feel I owe you one," and he dove down into her pussy and immediately found her clit with his tongue.

Manisha tried to push him away but found her legs squeezing his head in place. One of his hands mauled her tits some more while the other began finger her cunt. She could not resist and her body's desperate instincts took over. She pulled him in with her thighs and her hands now, not wanting any of this to stop and when the wave swept over her for the second time there was no resistance. Her hips humped his face like he had fucked hers. She couldn't tell if she was breathing until she heard her own screams of orgasm. Finally, as it passed, she let him up for air.

What Dileep saw as he rose took his breath away and brought his cock back rock hard. Manisha's perfect young body, still writhing in ecstasy was laid out spread-eagle before him. Her skin was on fire, blushed red and quivering. Her mouth, still showing his cum on her lips was wide open, catching her breath. Her tits rose and fell with each inhale, her nipples still standing erect. Everywhere her skin glistened with the mixed sweat and sperm.