oneSickPuppy
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Hello people… how are you guys doing? This is Shiraz again with another incident about my biwi Amna who is turning into a naughty housewife.
I hope you guys have gone through my first story titled-"My biwi Amna is a slut. " I got a terrific response from horny readers which is why I'm happy to share another experience I had. This story may seem long but I am sure you'll love it!
About me?My name is Shiraz, 28, working in a MNC in Bangalore. I got married 3 years ago to this beautiful angel called "Amna Khan"-a shy muslim girl from a well-to-do family brought up in a conservative atmosphere. Sometimes I feel the restrictions imposed on her during her teenage years is the reason for her becoming a bad girl after marriage.
In my previous story I had described how Amna who was all of 23 at the time of our honeymoon had been fondled by Sundar, an ugly Hindu cab driver we met in Kerala and another stranger(dont even now his name). After that incident my college-days' fantasies of watching my biwi with other men(preferably stronger than me) had found a new life and now I was looking out for opportunities to put my biwi in a situation where her slutty side would be exposed.
This incident happened in august 2008 just two months after our honeymoon incident. Lets come to it later. After coming back from our honeymoon I observed a lot of changes in Amna. . The woman who never wore anything other than full-sleeve salwar kameez with shawl covering her huge melons(36D) was now comfortable wearing low cut punjabi dresses around the house which showed almost 2 inches of cleavage. The apartment we lived in, after I moved out of my parents' home, was located in a posh area and it was normal for married ladies to try looking their best no matter how! The fact that Amna's own home was almost 15 kms away at the other end of the city didn't help either. She had no fear of meeting a known person in this area and she was taking full advantage of the situation and driving the college boys in our locality crazy. I would often find guys on bikes riding around our apartment complex on saturdays and sundays(other days I'm in office) just around 11 am when Amna would walk to the nearby supermarket to get groceries.
I would peep through the window as those guys on bikes would follow her and teasing her(thats what it looked like). Amna would walk looking down and swinging her fleshy gaand(38) not bothering to react to the comments being made. Well that is until she took a right turn to the road where the supermarket was located. I dont know what happens once she is sure I cant see her anymore.
Anyway the place I work at since past 2 years rarely had new people joining as it was a great workplace with sufficient salary and everyone was happy. On a monday when I just walked in waving a hello to the receptionist Ms. neelam, she told me we had new guys coming in for the interview today and 3 vacancies would be filled. I dint give it much thought but secretly wished for a hot babe to join us at work as there were very few hot girls around in my office. Just as I settled at my desk, I got a call from an unknown number. I received it and the voice at the other end said-"How are you sheru?"
I dint recognize the voice but knew it was someone very close to me as only my closest friends used to call me by that name in college. I tried hard but gave in at last. "Sorry but who's this?"He said-"Kya yaar apne roommate ko bhul gaya?". That rang a bell!!"Romeo?Tu?"
It was Romeo, my roommate in college and also a good friend. A liitle bit about him. Romeo isn't actually his real name. His name was Vikram gowda. we used to call him "romeo" as he was very smooth with the girls and was famous for having most number of girlfriends during 4 years of college. Vikram was 6 feet tall with a muscular body and a sweet tongue. He could talk anyone into anything. Because of this quality he scored many chicks and also because he had a 7 inch monster in his pants. I know this because I was his roommate and he was never shy of roaming around nude in the room. Actually he was proud to be the owner of such a huge dick and used to tell me that girls are crazy for it. Well thats what I remember about Vikram. All of it just flashed in a second and I went on talking to him.
"Hey Vikram kaise ho yaar?""Bhai main thik hun aur tere se ek help chahiye". . "Han bol kya hai?"…"Kal hi bangalore pahuncha aur teri yaad aayi toh facebook pe search kiya aur tera number mila. ". . "Ok. . So whats up?"…"Abe tu jis company me kaam karta hai usi ka interview dene bangalore aaya hun". . "Nice. . kya help kar sakta hun teri"…"Apne HR se baat karna mere baare me bhai"…"Chal thik hai yahan aake call karna. . ok bye"
I talked to the HR and said Vikram is good at what he does and HR was really close to me so he agreed and by evening that day Vikram had the offer letter in his hand!
"I couldn't meet him in the afternoon as he was busy in the interview process so I told him to meet me at 6 pm at the coffee shop just outside the company and as I reached the coffee shop and was looking around someone patted on my back and a I turned"Mere Sheru kaisa hai tu?".
He just lifted my 70 kilo body like it wass nothing. He hadn't changed much except he had put on some weight and his muscles were stronger than ever. "Niche utar de bhai"I said and he thanked me for referring him to the HR and said
"Ab phir sath me rahenge kyun?". . I said "matlab?". . "Are ek flat le lenge ya agar tere room pe jagah hai wahin adjust kar lenge. . kya bolta hai?Bahut masti karenge…Pune me bore ho gaya tha main. . achcha hua tu mil gaya yahan. "I smiled-"Meri shadi ho chuki hai dost. . apartmaent me rehta hun. "
"Kya shadi bhi ho gayi aur bataya tak nahi?kaisa dost hai yaar tu?"…"Aisa nahin hai yaar college ke baad bahut busy raha hun aur tera number bhi nahin lagta tha isliye chal gussa kyun hota hai aaj raat ka khana mere ghar kha lena. . "
"Thik hai waise bhabhi se bhi mil lunga. . "he winked at me. Frankly, even during college days I was jealous of him as he used to have a girl to have fun everyday while I had only like 2 girlfriends during 4 years of college and spent most of the time fighting about unimportant stuff rather than having fun with those girls. I just dint know how to handle women. I used to lose my temper very quickly. After inviting him to dinner, I asked where he's staying and he said at a nearby hotel. I bid him goodbye and went home.
Amna was in the bedroom as I opened the door with my key and went in. She was staring at the laptop screen when I entered the room and as if shocked she just closed the lappy and went to kitchen. I dint know why she was shocked and dint give it much thought. Just changed into my T-shirt and nightpants and went to the drawing room to watch tv.
Couple of minutes later I got a call from Vikram and he asked when should he come for dinner. I had totally forgotten about it so I said come by 10 pm. I called Amna and told her an old friend will join us for dinner tonight. She seemed curious and began enquiring about him. I just told her everything and went back to watching tv. "Is he a gowda?"I heard her voice from the kitchen. "Obviously its in his name…"
Gowdas are a caste who are believed to be rash, carefree and go-getters. They hail from village background and are usually well built and strong. Well all these qualities were inherent in Vikram. "Dad never used to allow those people in the house"Amna said. "What?Why?"I asked. "Well you know they are not like us!!"She tried to explain. "What do you mean?". . "Nevermind. . I dint mean I have a problem with your friend coming here. . ""Thats good because Vikram is a good guy and I'm sure you'll like him…and he's also my colleague now so get used to his visits. "Although I knew Vikram was a pig who never respected women and considered them to be sex objects and would openly say so.
It was 10 pm. Door bell rang and I received Vikram and led him to the drawing room. "Bhabhi kahan hai bhai?"he asked. "Amna our guest is here"I shouted. My biwi came out of the bedroom where she was from the past one hour or so and to my surprise she was wearing a tight black top with white bottoms which hugged her awesome gaand and the shape was clearly visible. Her top ended at her waist and had a deep cut in the front(which was usual nowadays for her)showing her sexy cleavage with a thin gold chain dangling between those hills.
Vikram had his eyes fixed on her mummays even as she extended her hand to welcome him. She knew it and just stood there right in front of him a little bent as he did not get up from the sofa. Standing behind her, I could imagine the view he was enjoying and after an awkward ten seconds or so he got up and shook Amna's hand for another ten seconds or so.
Vikram wasn't the handsomest of guys but he had a smile which made women weak in the knees and it was working on my biwi too I felt. Suddenly Vikram's face lit up with bliss and he started chatting with Amna and I dint sense any inhibition in my biwi who was kept away from Gowdas all her life. She sat at the chair next to the sofa leaning towards Vikram and he moved to the corner of the sofa barely a feet from her and occasionally feasting on the cleavage her firm mummays were making. After they had chatted for almost 15 mins with occasional references to me and almost ignoring my presnce I called Amna into the kitchen and asked her to set up the dining table fast.
She seemed a bit angry as I may have disturbed them but dint show it on her face. "You were right Shiraz Vikram is a nice guy and he's so funny!"I dint think he was funny and although I fantasise about my biwi with other men Vikram was not one of them. He was an animal who treated women like whores and I dint want my lovely biwi to be treated like that. "Dont get too friendly with Vikram. . his pet name is Romeo"I said rather seriously. "Oh come on!He was so good to me and he said I'm the most beautiful girl he's ever seen. . "She said with dreamy eyes. "And you believe him?"I asked with a wink although I knew my biwi was really very beautiful.
I hope you guys have gone through my first story titled-"My biwi Amna is a slut. " I got a terrific response from horny readers which is why I'm happy to share another experience I had. This story may seem long but I am sure you'll love it!
About me?My name is Shiraz, 28, working in a MNC in Bangalore. I got married 3 years ago to this beautiful angel called "Amna Khan"-a shy muslim girl from a well-to-do family brought up in a conservative atmosphere. Sometimes I feel the restrictions imposed on her during her teenage years is the reason for her becoming a bad girl after marriage.
In my previous story I had described how Amna who was all of 23 at the time of our honeymoon had been fondled by Sundar, an ugly Hindu cab driver we met in Kerala and another stranger(dont even now his name). After that incident my college-days' fantasies of watching my biwi with other men(preferably stronger than me) had found a new life and now I was looking out for opportunities to put my biwi in a situation where her slutty side would be exposed.
This incident happened in august 2008 just two months after our honeymoon incident. Lets come to it later. After coming back from our honeymoon I observed a lot of changes in Amna. . The woman who never wore anything other than full-sleeve salwar kameez with shawl covering her huge melons(36D) was now comfortable wearing low cut punjabi dresses around the house which showed almost 2 inches of cleavage. The apartment we lived in, after I moved out of my parents' home, was located in a posh area and it was normal for married ladies to try looking their best no matter how! The fact that Amna's own home was almost 15 kms away at the other end of the city didn't help either. She had no fear of meeting a known person in this area and she was taking full advantage of the situation and driving the college boys in our locality crazy. I would often find guys on bikes riding around our apartment complex on saturdays and sundays(other days I'm in office) just around 11 am when Amna would walk to the nearby supermarket to get groceries.
I would peep through the window as those guys on bikes would follow her and teasing her(thats what it looked like). Amna would walk looking down and swinging her fleshy gaand(38) not bothering to react to the comments being made. Well that is until she took a right turn to the road where the supermarket was located. I dont know what happens once she is sure I cant see her anymore.
Anyway the place I work at since past 2 years rarely had new people joining as it was a great workplace with sufficient salary and everyone was happy. On a monday when I just walked in waving a hello to the receptionist Ms. neelam, she told me we had new guys coming in for the interview today and 3 vacancies would be filled. I dint give it much thought but secretly wished for a hot babe to join us at work as there were very few hot girls around in my office. Just as I settled at my desk, I got a call from an unknown number. I received it and the voice at the other end said-"How are you sheru?"
I dint recognize the voice but knew it was someone very close to me as only my closest friends used to call me by that name in college. I tried hard but gave in at last. "Sorry but who's this?"He said-"Kya yaar apne roommate ko bhul gaya?". That rang a bell!!"Romeo?Tu?"
It was Romeo, my roommate in college and also a good friend. A liitle bit about him. Romeo isn't actually his real name. His name was Vikram gowda. we used to call him "romeo" as he was very smooth with the girls and was famous for having most number of girlfriends during 4 years of college. Vikram was 6 feet tall with a muscular body and a sweet tongue. He could talk anyone into anything. Because of this quality he scored many chicks and also because he had a 7 inch monster in his pants. I know this because I was his roommate and he was never shy of roaming around nude in the room. Actually he was proud to be the owner of such a huge dick and used to tell me that girls are crazy for it. Well thats what I remember about Vikram. All of it just flashed in a second and I went on talking to him.
"Hey Vikram kaise ho yaar?""Bhai main thik hun aur tere se ek help chahiye". . "Han bol kya hai?"…"Kal hi bangalore pahuncha aur teri yaad aayi toh facebook pe search kiya aur tera number mila. ". . "Ok. . So whats up?"…"Abe tu jis company me kaam karta hai usi ka interview dene bangalore aaya hun". . "Nice. . kya help kar sakta hun teri"…"Apne HR se baat karna mere baare me bhai"…"Chal thik hai yahan aake call karna. . ok bye"
I talked to the HR and said Vikram is good at what he does and HR was really close to me so he agreed and by evening that day Vikram had the offer letter in his hand!
"I couldn't meet him in the afternoon as he was busy in the interview process so I told him to meet me at 6 pm at the coffee shop just outside the company and as I reached the coffee shop and was looking around someone patted on my back and a I turned"Mere Sheru kaisa hai tu?".
He just lifted my 70 kilo body like it wass nothing. He hadn't changed much except he had put on some weight and his muscles were stronger than ever. "Niche utar de bhai"I said and he thanked me for referring him to the HR and said
"Ab phir sath me rahenge kyun?". . I said "matlab?". . "Are ek flat le lenge ya agar tere room pe jagah hai wahin adjust kar lenge. . kya bolta hai?Bahut masti karenge…Pune me bore ho gaya tha main. . achcha hua tu mil gaya yahan. "I smiled-"Meri shadi ho chuki hai dost. . apartmaent me rehta hun. "
"Kya shadi bhi ho gayi aur bataya tak nahi?kaisa dost hai yaar tu?"…"Aisa nahin hai yaar college ke baad bahut busy raha hun aur tera number bhi nahin lagta tha isliye chal gussa kyun hota hai aaj raat ka khana mere ghar kha lena. . "
"Thik hai waise bhabhi se bhi mil lunga. . "he winked at me. Frankly, even during college days I was jealous of him as he used to have a girl to have fun everyday while I had only like 2 girlfriends during 4 years of college and spent most of the time fighting about unimportant stuff rather than having fun with those girls. I just dint know how to handle women. I used to lose my temper very quickly. After inviting him to dinner, I asked where he's staying and he said at a nearby hotel. I bid him goodbye and went home.
Amna was in the bedroom as I opened the door with my key and went in. She was staring at the laptop screen when I entered the room and as if shocked she just closed the lappy and went to kitchen. I dint know why she was shocked and dint give it much thought. Just changed into my T-shirt and nightpants and went to the drawing room to watch tv.
Couple of minutes later I got a call from Vikram and he asked when should he come for dinner. I had totally forgotten about it so I said come by 10 pm. I called Amna and told her an old friend will join us for dinner tonight. She seemed curious and began enquiring about him. I just told her everything and went back to watching tv. "Is he a gowda?"I heard her voice from the kitchen. "Obviously its in his name…"
Gowdas are a caste who are believed to be rash, carefree and go-getters. They hail from village background and are usually well built and strong. Well all these qualities were inherent in Vikram. "Dad never used to allow those people in the house"Amna said. "What?Why?"I asked. "Well you know they are not like us!!"She tried to explain. "What do you mean?". . "Nevermind. . I dint mean I have a problem with your friend coming here. . ""Thats good because Vikram is a good guy and I'm sure you'll like him…and he's also my colleague now so get used to his visits. "Although I knew Vikram was a pig who never respected women and considered them to be sex objects and would openly say so.
It was 10 pm. Door bell rang and I received Vikram and led him to the drawing room. "Bhabhi kahan hai bhai?"he asked. "Amna our guest is here"I shouted. My biwi came out of the bedroom where she was from the past one hour or so and to my surprise she was wearing a tight black top with white bottoms which hugged her awesome gaand and the shape was clearly visible. Her top ended at her waist and had a deep cut in the front(which was usual nowadays for her)showing her sexy cleavage with a thin gold chain dangling between those hills.
Vikram had his eyes fixed on her mummays even as she extended her hand to welcome him. She knew it and just stood there right in front of him a little bent as he did not get up from the sofa. Standing behind her, I could imagine the view he was enjoying and after an awkward ten seconds or so he got up and shook Amna's hand for another ten seconds or so.
Vikram wasn't the handsomest of guys but he had a smile which made women weak in the knees and it was working on my biwi too I felt. Suddenly Vikram's face lit up with bliss and he started chatting with Amna and I dint sense any inhibition in my biwi who was kept away from Gowdas all her life. She sat at the chair next to the sofa leaning towards Vikram and he moved to the corner of the sofa barely a feet from her and occasionally feasting on the cleavage her firm mummays were making. After they had chatted for almost 15 mins with occasional references to me and almost ignoring my presnce I called Amna into the kitchen and asked her to set up the dining table fast.
She seemed a bit angry as I may have disturbed them but dint show it on her face. "You were right Shiraz Vikram is a nice guy and he's so funny!"I dint think he was funny and although I fantasise about my biwi with other men Vikram was not one of them. He was an animal who treated women like whores and I dint want my lovely biwi to be treated like that. "Dont get too friendly with Vikram. . his pet name is Romeo"I said rather seriously. "Oh come on!He was so good to me and he said I'm the most beautiful girl he's ever seen. . "She said with dreamy eyes. "And you believe him?"I asked with a wink although I knew my biwi was really very beautiful.