Chapter 2

• He was hesitant and shy, but persistent.
• “This is awkward, yes, I know, but, the other day, when you arrived. I know it was an accident. It must have been awkward, yes awkward. But perhaps you enjoyed it, yes?” he started.
• Needless to say, I had no clue what he was talking about.
• He went on, “Indrani told me, you know, about the shower, about getting all wet. It was an accident she said, but, yes, she said that you liked it, yes?”
• I was caught! I must have looked like the proverbial deer in the headlights – stunned, just staring, waiting for catastrophe to strike me down. My mind raced with things to say, but all I could blurt out was that I was sorry for staring.
• “No, no, Indrani said, she said, she thought you liked it, yes? You liked seeing her wet. It is ok. She liked it too. She told me. She said you stared at her, at her wet top, her… you know, her…”
• This was certainly not the conversation I was expecting to have, I was sensing there was more to what was being said, so in a moment of boldness just decided to lay it out, “You mean her breasts? Yes, I did like seeing her wet breasts. She is beautiful. You are a very lucky man. Her breasts are amazing. And I think she like me looking, is that what she said? Her nipples got hard when she caught me looking at her breasts.”
• He had a big smile on his face now, “Yes, yes, she liked it. It is ok, it is good. She is beautiful, yes she is. I am a lucky man. But … but, hmmm … let me say, I also like it. Yes?”
• “Like it, what do you like? That I stared at your wife’s breasts? Is that what you liked?” Ok, I was now way out of my realm of experience and just turned on the autopilot. This was in the mid-1990s and internet porn was not quite what it is these days, so I had no reference point to know how to behave or what to say, but I certainly had good enough sense to see what was going on.
• “Yes,” he said somewhat sheepishly.
• “Does it turn you on that another man checks out your wife, your beautiful wife and her luscious tits?”
• “Oh, yes. Yes, I think you understand now.”
• “Do you want me to stare at her more? Does she want to show me more of her beauty? Does she like me staring at her? You don’t mind your wife being turned on by another man? I would like to look at her breasts and her amazing ass more. Is that what you want?”
• He was panting, his voice was weak with excitement. If I went on I have no doubt he probably would have come in his slacks right then and there. He barely got out a “yes” but then Subir came home and our conversation ended.
• That evening, I could not help but check out Indrani more and I made sure Gopal saw me, though was cautious enough not to let Nila or Subir see what I was doing. Indrani certainly noticed, but acted all shy.
• The next morning I decided to go late to the university and when he was leaving Gopal gave me a wink. I have no idea what it meant, what he was expecting, but I started to get a little hard with just the possibility of what lay ahead. I wasn’t sure how to proceed, or what Gopal and Indrani really wanted, but I figured some light flirtations were a good beginning and see how bold she was going to be.
• Though they had a servant to help, she happened to be gone that morning. How convenient I thought, were they planning this themselves? I went into the kitchen and offered to help which of course Indrani refused, but I stayed and watched her, admiring her ass and her tits swaying. Holy fuck, she was braless under a white kameez, a tight white kameez. I could clearly see her breasts, her areolas, her hard nipples. And they were hard. She was turned on and knew she was turning me on.