My finances were OK. But they were not just enough to make me live the life that I dreamed of. I have a government job and a stable salary but it was just not enough for me. My wife, unlike me was quiet content with the flat that we owned, the Maruti car that we had and the minimal jewellery that I had bought for her. But I somehow, was not really cherishing the routine life that we had. In my teens, I had dreamed of Mercedes and luxury apartments and somehow those dreams kept reappearing again. It was just then that I saw an advertisement in Hindu. It said that a reputed television soap company wanted TV serial actresses and that they were looking for normal housewives to make the serial more realistic. It read “Wanted housewives to act in Family Drama Serial”. Something prompted me from within and I immediately called the mobile number that accompanied the ad. A gruff voice answered the phone.
“Halo, Sir, I am Guhan here . Is it Mr. Shyam, the head of Shri Productions?” I asked hesitatingly.
“Haan, Shyaam here”
“I just saw your ad in Hindu! Can I know more details about it Sir?”
“See, Mr.Guhan, We make family soaps. This time our Director has come up with a novel idea of making real housewives act in the serial rather than casting the known TV Actresses again and again”
“ Ya, I read about it in the ad Sir!, Can I know some more details like timings of shootings and the remuneration” When I said remuneration, I almost bit my lips.
“Oh, we shoot only in days. Cant afford the lighting cost you know. And remuneration also is not comparable to films. We cant pay as much as filmwallahs do, U know!”
“Halo, Sir, I am Guhan here . Is it Mr. Shyam, the head of Shri Productions?” I asked hesitatingly.
“Haan, Shyaam here”
“I just saw your ad in Hindu! Can I know more details about it Sir?”
“See, Mr.Guhan, We make family soaps. This time our Director has come up with a novel idea of making real housewives act in the serial rather than casting the known TV Actresses again and again”
“ Ya, I read about it in the ad Sir!, Can I know some more details like timings of shootings and the remuneration” When I said remuneration, I almost bit my lips.
“Oh, we shoot only in days. Cant afford the lighting cost you know. And remuneration also is not comparable to films. We cant pay as much as filmwallahs do, U know!”
“How much will it be Sir?” I asked edgingly.
“ If its Heroine or some other major role, we can pay at the most Rs.10,000 per day. That’s all”
My heart skipped a beat. “10,000 Rupees per day. That’s all” My monthly salary was just Rs.20,000.
“Sir, Actually I thought if it is possible for my wife to get a chance in your Tele – serial”
I pleaded.
“How old is she?”
“28”
“Sure Man, Bring your wife to hotel Maurya tomorrow morning at 10. We will have an audition” . The man collected my mobile number and then phone line got cut.
I was now all the more determined to get a chance for my wife Rani. Let me tell about my wife. She is a gorgeous homely beauty of wheaty complexion. She is not lean but not fat either but she is slightly towards the plumper side. Almost like actress Rani Mukherjee.
One look at her and no one will deny that she is beautiful. But the problem was convincing my wife to take up acting . Being brought up very conventionally in a traditional family, acting in a tele serial will be tantamount to taboo for her. So , I just thought of what to say to her to convince her and reached my house.
Once I reached, Rani was her usual self and she was treating me with her evening tiffin and Coffee.
“ Rani, today I saw an ad. It is for actresses for teleserials”
I slowly broached the subject.
“Ji , U r planning to act in teleserials is it?” Her eyes showed surprise.
“No No, I said Actresses, I was thinking whether you can try it!”
“ Me!” She almost shouted.
“Ya, Ya, It’s a family drama it seems and they want only housewives who have no prior experience in acting. They pay well. Why don’t u try. Anyway u have told me that u used to act in dramas in your college.” I started convincing her.
“Ji, are u joking. How can I…….?
“hey , come on Rani, I know u can do it. U’ve got the talent. Look at your eyes. How expressive they are! “ I started cajoling her. And to my surprise, Rani looked mildly pleased now at this strange idea of her acting in TV soaps. She gave me a radiant smile and I took it as a green signal.
“ We’ve got to go for the audition tomorrow morning at 10! Once we go there and participate, I am sure you will get a good role. Who can deny a role to such a beauty!”
Again my wife was blushing.
That day night, I dint disturb her. I thought that a good night’s sleep will certainly help her look fresh and appealing next day.
Exactly at 9.15, we started from our house. The hotel was only 20 minutes ride from my house and we landed there quite early to our appointment. We were waiting in the lounge. At about 10.15, my mobile rang. It was the same Shyaam on line. He asked me to come to Room No 10. Myself and my wife entered the room with bated breath. In the room were three large sofas and in the middle one, three persons were seated. A stout guy who looked around forty got up and shook hands with us.
“Hi, I am Shyaam, executive producer of the teleserial!” While Shyaam shook hands with my wife, I felt his hands lingered in her palms for some more time. He then introduced us to the other persons in the room. There was an elderly man in his sixties who was the director of the serial and there was a cameraman who was in his thirties. I felt that every one of them was looking at my wife with keen interest.
“So, Rani, U want to try acting?” The director asked my wife.
“Yes Sir!” My wife’s reply was not even audible to me. Her face showed that she was under high tension.
“Hey, Rani , don’t get tensed , Be relaxed. Have a drink!” Shyaam offered her some wine which my wife refused. Then they gave her Coke and my wife sipped it. Once she looked comfortable enough, Shyaam said,
“OK, Rani, its time for auditioning. Now our Director Saab will explain the situation to you. You have to act it out”.
Then my wife got up and stood in the middle of the hall. She was carrying her rose colour sari very graciously .
The director in his sixties took over…….
“Rani, just walk from this end to that end!”
Rani did just as she was told. While she walked , her Sari just flowed with her body and at times her slender hips were visible to all four of us. Rani walked upto Sofa and stood.
“Now walk away from us showing your back to us!”
Rani turned and walked away from us. Her beautiful back just bulged in her Sari while her hips swayed in the walking motion. The director looked impressed. He turned to the cameraman and said
“She will look very good in posterior angle!” I understood that they were indirectly meaning that my wifes’s got a sexy ass. It looked odd to sit in that room with three other men staring at my wifes’s ass. But still, I sat there just watching.
“Ok Rani, come back to us!”
“Now, I will narrate a scene to you. You are the eldest sister of a family. And your younger brother has just passed an exam. He comes and says the news to you. That’s the scene. Can you act it out for us?”
My wife was very impressed with this scene because she has an younger brother and she loves him so much. So, I knew that she will be very comfortable in this scene.
“Rani, U can act out the scene for us with the boy whom we have selected yesterday for this brother role. Shyaam, call that boy who is waiting in the next room .!” Shyaam called in the intercom and a young boy of 18 entered the room.
“He is Naren who is studying his first year BSc in Bishop’s college. Like U, he is also an amateur who is acting for the first time!”
Naren looked quite slim but tall. He entered the room nervously and smiled at my wife.
“See Naren, U walk into the room. Rani is standing there. U come shouting that U have passed in the exam. Rani is also very happy. U both hug each other affectionately. That’s the scene, OK!?
The trial started. Naren shouted happily that he has passed. My wife responded with a smile. Then he neared her and hugged her. Both of them were very edgy and there was clearly a lot of space between them when they hugged. The director looked unsatisfied.
“What is this? U r hugging as if Bush is hugging Bin Laden. U r brother sister and that affection has to be shown! Hug tightly!”
Again Naren cud not come up with a tight hug and my wife’s body too was involuntarily moving away from him. After all no other male has hugged her except me in all her life. The director lost his cool.
“Hey Naren, U come out, I will show!” he acted out the scene with my wife. After saying his dialogue, he hugged my wife tightly. Though my wife tried to move away, he forcefully held her in his arms and pulled her towards him and hugged her. My wife’s breasts were pressing against his chest and he had his hands wrapped around her. Naren was watching all this and when he got his turn, he too hugged my wife real hard. I felt that my wife was also responding very favourably to his hug than she had with the director and because of this it turned out to be a real intimate hug. My wife's breasts were crushed against Naren T shirt. And her belly was pressing against his jeans.
“Stay still in the hugged position!” The director shouted and then called the cameraman.
“Hey Nataraj, let's take some trial stills.” Immediately Nataraj took out his zoom focus camera and went near my wife and Naren. The director too was closely looking at them. Nataraj took 2, 3 snaps. Then the director went near Naren. Naren’s hands were around my wife’s hips.
“What is this, U r hugging her like a lover. U show the intimacy of a brother Man !” So saying, the director took Naren’s hands and gently placed it on my wife’s ass cheeks. He then presses those hands there. Naren took the hint and pressed his hands on my wifes fleshy ass cheeks. My wife was moving uncomfortably at this new development. She looked at me and I signaled her with my eyes to stay there. Nataraj’s camera was capturing Naren’s hands pressing against my wifes’s soft ass cheeks. After about ten snaps the director said cut and Naren immediately released my wife. My wife came back to me like a kitten released from jail.
After that tea was served and I found it odd that my wife was giving stealthy glances at Naren and blushing whenever he was seeing her. After tea, again the director got up and signaled to my wife and Naren to come up to him.
“Ya , position please!”
Both of them were standing there just like that.
“See, one of the main requirement when you shoot is whenever a scene gets cut and gets cut and continued, u should immediately come back and stand in your original position that u were when the scene was cut!” The director was almost shouting and my wife and Naren immediately hugged each other and returned to the original position. Once again Naren was pressing my wife’s ass cheeks. This time , my wife too dint seem to mind it.
“Now, rani, u have got a real test of ur acting skills. This is an emotional scene. U have to say with pride that “I always knew that u will pass , brother!” and fondly kiss him in the forehead, cheeks,etc. Your face should show love, pride, happiness, everything…Ok!”
My wife tried to act out the scene. Once again, when it came to kissing Naren on the forehead and cheeks, she was just pecking at his face quite meekly. Once again, the director lost his cool. “Rani, kiss him with full love. Don’t peck.” He pulled my wife towards him and kissed her on the cheeks. His lips were pressing against her cheeks for almost 10 seconds. When he released my wife, I cud even see the wetness of his saliva on my wife's cheeks. Ya, kiss him like that!” He told my wife. Since the director was elderly and in his late sixties, my wife cud not resist his kisses as it all appeared to be very professional.
“Then, my wife kissed Naren as told and this time I found that her lips really pressed aginst his forehead and cheeks. Nataraj was clicking his camera for every kiss.
Now, the director turned to Naren and said “u also respond by kissing your sister!”. Now Naren kissed my wife on her forehead and cheeks and he needed no guidance from the director and he kissed her real hard.
“Hey Rani, why have u stopped kissing, u kiss him and he will kiss u. Mind u, its an emotional scene and both of u r highly emotional.”
So both my wife Rani and Naren were kissing each other alternately and at one point of time, the timing goit missed and both of them moved towards each other to kiss the other one’s forehead and it ended up as a lip kiss. Nataraj captured this too. Naren dint expect this and once his lips came into contact with my wife’s rosy bud lips, it must have been too much for him and he pressed my wife’s head against his and gave a pretty good lip kiss. This was evident as once his hands were released from my wife’s head, I saw her wiping off his saliva traces from her lips with her hand. The director was very pleased with this unepected development and he patted Naren.
“That’s good my boy! That scene was acted out very emotionally!”
He turned to Rani and said “Good show Rani!”
After that , Shyaam said , we will continue after lunch. My wife came and sat next to me and said she wants to have a private moment with me. I took her to the lounge again.
Guhan, I am not very comfortable with this, we will go!”
“Why, what happened?”
“No, I am not professional enough to take all this kissing, hugging and all as acting. It feels odd! We will go!”
I also felt things are carried a bit too far. Afterall they told it’s a family soap but already my wifes ass cheeks have been fondled many times and she has been kissed in the lips by a college boy!
“Ok Rani, I will tell them and come. Afterall its not courteous to leave just like that!”
When I went to Shyaam , he had just then completed his lunch and on seeing me he smiled amiably at me. Before I cud start talking he said,
“Hey Guhan, Ur wife is a real find man. The director is very impressed. He says hes gonna make a mega serial with her for sure. By the way, I forgot……..Here’s your wife’s audition allowance Rs. 25000/- Take it. He thrust rupee notes into my hands. Instead of telling him anything, my hands silently started counting the notes.
“Be back at the audition room by 3 OK, The director is very strict on time.” Shyaam told me and I nodded to him and returned to my wife.
“Rani, They are very good people. They are highly professional. Afterall wont u kiss ur own brother. Take it like that. And that director is anyway much older than your father. Whats wrong in his teaching you by touching u?”
I argued with my wife and convinced her to continue the audition. After having a quick lunch, we went back to the room and this time I found that the room’s lighting had changed and it almost looked like a television setting and Nataraj was in one corner with a film shooting camera. He was adjusting the lighting of the room.
“Haan, Rani, u have come in time” The director looked pleased. Shyaam told me that my wife had cleared the photo trials and now they will be shooting some reels of the serial to see how she looked on screen. So, it almost will be a real simulation of a shooting. My wifes’s face started sweating with the heavy focus lights on her as she was not used to this. Shyaam called for a touch up boy and a 14 yr old boy entered the room with a make-up set and he went to my wife . He was clad in trousers. He wiped her face with a towel and then took a sponge and applied some powder on her. After applying, he touched her up with his plain hands and he dint just stop with her face. He did this for her neck, her hips and also the exposed portion of her back which was not covered by her choli. While his hands were caressing my wife’s hips, I heard my wife give a mild gasp but she restrained herself. Then the touch up boy went to the side of the room and waited there. Because he was wearing just trousers, I cud clearly see a bulge in that. A 14 yr old boy having an erection after fondling my wifes’ hips. If anybody had told me yesterday that this will happen, I wudn’t have believed. But here, it was , happening right in front of me.
Once all lighting arrangements were made the director called Naren and Rani and told them to enact the morining’s scenes from first. Naren started with the dialogue “Sister, I have passed!” and followed it with a tight hug. This time his hands automatically went to my wife’s ass cheeks to press them and my wife too was pressing against his body without any resistance. Nataraj’s video camera was shooting the whole thing. Then the kissing sequence started and my wife and Naren started kissing each other on the forehead and cheeks. This time Naren looked desperate to make contact with my wife’s lips with his lips and he was purposefully positioning his lips whnever my wife leaned forward to kiss his forehead and whwn the lips contacted he was just pressing against his lips against my wifes lips . The encouraging pat given by the director in the morning for the stolen kiss must have emboldened him and he pulled my wifes face to his and kissed her 4, 5 times. All along, his hands too were playing with my wife’s ass cheeks. After 4,5 kisses both Naren and my wife were waiting for the director to signal cut but since nothing happened, Naren proceeded to plant another kiss on my wife’s lips. This time he started to suck her lower lip and even gently bit it too. I cud realize this as I saw a teeth bitten mark in my wife’s lower lip once he released my wife’s lips. My wife tried to pull out but Narens hands pressed hard against her ass cheecks and she cud not get away from him. After naren had sucked my wife’s lips for about 30 seconds, the director called cut.
This was really too much for me and I cud see my wife’s face redden with anger. I simply wanted to pull my wife from that place and get out of the room but the twenty five thousand rupees in my pocket forced me to sit calm there. My wife too looked at me enquiringly and I had to plead with her with my eyes to stay there. My wife gave a resigned look and stood there.
Once again, the director patted Naren for his good acting and he gave an appreciating hug to my wife.
“Rani, that scene was just great! U r going to rule the state with this tele serial. I am telling U!” Though my wife was evidently disturbed by the kissing scene , she was very happy to hear these words and she started to blush. Seeing my wife blush, the director too laughed and gently pinched her cheeks. Pinching her cheeks , he said,
“U mark my words Rani”.
Again the director signaled to the touch up boy and the boy dutifully went to my wife. He again proceeded to touch up my wife’s face and neck and this time my wife herself turned and showed her back to him like a professional actress. He touched up her back and after hands went near my wife’s hips and touched up, the director started to shout…
“ hey, Shyaam, what sort of inexperienced touch up boy u have hired? He is not doing a complete job. Look, even after touching up , there are beads of sweat here!” So saying, the director pulled open Rani’s pallu and her Sari came in his hands. My wife’s hips were well exposed and her petticoat which was just touching her sweet navel was also seen. Her navel was wet with sweat and the director himself proceeded to wipe them off with his hand kerchief. After wiping, he did take care to keep his plain hand on my wife’s hips and brushed his hands against her hips. My wife sighed a little but the director took his own time caressing my wifes hips and navel with his plain hands. He even slid the sari further apart to clearly see her hips and after he did this my wife was practically without a pallu and her big breasts were protruding from her jacket. I must say here that my wife is really naturally gifted with big breast and it is just not possible for any bra or jacket to hold them in place. She manages this only with a well covered sari, and today without the pallu, she was almost looking like a sex bomb there. Nataraj, Naren, the touchup boy and even the highly professional Shyaam were staring at my wife’s jacket and the director’s fingers playing with my wife’s navel. Once the director completed, as if driven by force the touch up boy went near her and wiped her navel again like how the director demonstrated. My wife was too shocked to do anything and only after about a minute , it stuck upon her to put back her pallu.
The director and Nataraj had a private discussion which almost sounded like an argument. Finally the director announced to everybody that,
“sorry, Nataraj has goofed up with the camera angle. The whole scene has to be shot again! Everyone back to position!”
Again my wife stood in the middle of the room and Naren came towards her eagerly. When the director had told that the scene had to be shot again itself, I saw a pleased smile in Naren’s face and this time he really gave a passionate hug. He dint even wait for my wife to tell her dialogues and proceeded to kiss her straight on the lips. He held her face close to his and sucked her lips vigorously. My wife responded meekly to this attck and all she cud do was offer her lips for sucking by Naren. Naren bit my wife’s lips real hard and she even gave a mild “Ah”. When it looked as if Naren will bite up and chew off my wife’s lips altogether, the director said “cut”. My wife appeared to be relieved. She looked thankfully at the director for saving her tender lips from naren. The director saw that my wife was tensed and he put a comgforting arm around her shoulders. I cud bet that his fingers were brushing against her breasts but after having had to face the rude & Passionate attack of Naren, this soft gesture must have been soothing for her and she smiled at him.The director turned and shouted at Naren..
“hey , whats this u r doing man? Biting lips and all that? Do just as I say! We are shooting a scene between brother & sister , mind you!”
My wife looked genuinely pleased with this support from director. I too thanked my stars that atlast some sense prevailed in shooting the scene.
The director said,
“Cool rani, Cool! “ and left. Nataraj also came near my wife and said that she looked so good in camera. My wife blushed. He gently patted her ass cheeks and left. By now, except me every other male was getting more bolder with my wife and even the very professional Shyaam too went near her and said she is doing a great job and planted a kiss on her cheeks. My wife appeared to take it all in her stride. She dint even bother this time when the light boy came near her and removed her pallu and wiped off the sweat from her navel and other areas.
“Hey boy, wipe her cleavage too! That’s reflecting in the camera!” natraj yelled and my wife even bent to the boy who was kneeling in front of her to show her cleavage and he wiped her cleavage too! This time it looked as though his cock wud pop out of his trousers. Even Naren who, just a few minutes back was about to aggressively chew off my wife’s lips went to her and apologized “ Sorry Didi, Just became emotional!” and when my wife accepted his apology and smiled back at him, he gave a tender kiss on her lips and moved away. My wife was surprised but dint react. I was just astonished how these very people who had just met my wife today had the guts to behave so intimately with my wife. I thought that that is the way they moved with all actresses and so they were just being normal.
The director this time went on to proceed with the next scene. He said that my wife’s feelings towards Naren was not just sisterly but even motherly and this should be shown symbolically to the audience. So he asked Naren to keep his head just beneath my wife’s breasts and asked my wife to hold Naren’s head as if she was milk - feeding him. Like every woman, this motherly touch appealed to my wife and she very enthusiastically held Naren close to her breasts. She dint even mind Narens lips brushing against her breasts throught he Sari. Suddenly the cut command came from Nataraj. He came close to my wife and adjusted her pallu such that her pallu is slightly inclined to one side and Naren’s face is in contact with my wife’s palluless jacket. Naren pressed his face against my wifes’s jacket and my wife too hugged him tightly and pressed his face against her boobs in a very motherly way. Naren must have been really stimulated by brushing his face against the big boobs of my wife .Then Naren got up and held my wife tightly. His hands were around her round buttocks again and he pulled her towards her. As her buttocks was being caressed repeatedly that afternoon, my wife hardly felt anything and dint even move away. Instead she looked staright at Naren and said her dialogue “ Brother , I am not just a sister to you. I am like your mother!” She then kissed his forehead as narrated by the director. Once my wife started kissing, again Naren went to his old ways and started kissing Rani’s lips. Though this was not in the script and was not told by the director, Since he was not biting, my wife did not resisit much. Seeing that my wife was not resisting,this time naren got really bold and even put his tongue into my wife’s mouth. My wife tried to withdraw her mouth but he held her tight and licked her lips with his tongue. I must say here that my wife has a weekness for French kiss. Even at home, whenever she is not in mood, I French kiss her and bring her to mood. When Naren repeatedly inserted his tongue into her mouth, she gave in and responded with her tongue. Seeing my wife extend her tongue, Naren was overjoyed and he sucked her tongue with his mouth. He then extended his tongue and looked at my wife. Naren was twisting his tongue just in front of Rani’s lips in a very inviting way .My wife was hesitant for a second or 2. then her impulse got the better of her and she too extended her tongue and met Naren’s tongue. After brushing her tongue against his for two three seconds she opened her mouth and sucked his tongue. Naren hugged her blissfully and started caressing the exposed portion of her back . My wife too was entirely lost in a world of passion and was sucking this college boys tongue. After about 3 minutes of passionate kissing and mutual tongue sucking, my wife came to her senses and withdrew. The director also timed his “cut” signal to match this. My wife was ashamed to look at any of us and simply bowed her head and looking at the floor. She must have felt completely uneasy after sucking a young boys tongue in afit of passion in front of four men out of which one was her husband. The director immediately patted her encouragingly and asked her to take a break. My wife came and sat next to me very hesitatingly. She just cud’nt bring herself up to look at my eyes. I was also thourighly shaken by what had happened. Never in my wildest dreams had I imagined that my wife will be tongue kissing a college boy in front of me. My mind was telling me that things had gone too far. Atleast initially , it looked OK. Brother – sister hug and all that. But now, it had totally gone out of control. Which brother will tongue kiss his sister and which sister will suck her brothers tongue like this. And which family soap is gonna telecast this. My suspicions about the whole project grew in my mind . And as long as my wife was hesitant about acting intimately and withdrawing herself from Naren’s face , I cud sit there watching it. But the scene which they shot just now…..She seemed to go after his tongue like anything and it appeared as if she wanted to permanently keep his tongue inside her mouth. No….things were going out of control ! But no point in blaming my wife for it. I only put her into this and which woman of 28 can repeatedly control herself after about 2 hours of kissing, ass fondling and navel caressing. Afterall she was a woman too ! I made a quick decision. I put my arms comfortingly around my wife and my wife turned to look at me. I cud see guilt written all over her face. There were tears in the corner of her eyes and I wiped it.
Lets go from here, guhan” she hissed!
“Ya, I also thought the same thing! Lets go!” I said and was about to get up. Just then Shyaam’s hand touched my shoulders and I turned.
“Mr.Guhan , I want to have a discussion with you!” He took me to the next room. This room looked like an office. I understood that they used this room for making agreements.
“Pls be seated Guhan!” Shyaam’s voice was very friendly.
“See, I just had a word with our Director and Nataraj. Both of them are 100 % sure that your wife is definitely a star material. But based on the scenes we shot, we have come to a conclusion. We feel that your wife is not suited for this homely sister role. She has sensuous appeal in her. And she has got a great body too. And her face is very childish. Afterall if u had not told her that she was 28, we wud have never guessed. And the chemistry which she exhibited with her co-star was also very good. So, keeping all this in mind, we thought we will drop the idea of making a family soap with her and make a movie instead. Its going to be a multi lingual movie taken in 3 languages. We will take a love story starring your wife and Naren and even a normal box office collection should net in atleast 10 crores. Since your wife will be the main attraction of the movie, we are willing to sign her for 50 lakhs rupees. Think about it Guhan. The great Sridevi was paid 50 lakhs for her last film and we are offering 50 lakhs to your wife for her first movie itself. I will give u and your wife 10 minutes to think over. “ He took his check book and signed a check for 50 lakhs and put it into my hands.
“If u refuse, u can return it!” was all he said before leaving. I sat there stunned for a few minutes. Then I decided to make my wife a movie star. I went to my wife. I tooke her to the lounge and told her about the offer. When I told her that they were offering 50 lakhs for acting in the movie, I cud see a glint of pride. When I told her that she wud be acting as a teenage girl pairing Naren , the happiness was more evident in her face. But still she cudn’t forget what happened a few moments ago.
“But darling, I sometimes lose myself and……….” Words trailed off and I knew she was referring to the tongue sucking incident. Again , I put my arms around her and said in a very comforting way,
Hey, what is this? I know that this is all acting. I dint even think for a moment that u r attracted to him. I know u r always loyal to me. The scene required it, U did it. I understand it. I am proud that my wife is very professional!” I bluffed. Both of us knew that she dint suck his tongue because the scene was so or because of professionalism but still I pretended as though it were true. The 50 lakh cheque was making me talk like this. Seeing me pretend like this, my wife too got the hint. She said,
“Darling, If u have trust in me, I will act. And I promise u that I will be professional through out!” I was so happy she agreed. I hugged her and we returned to the shooting room. The director, Shyaam and Nataraj were sitting together and going through various script pages. I went near Shyaam and told him that my wife agreed to act as heroine in their movie. Shyaam shook my hands happily.
“because of this change of plan, we need to come up with a different script to take make-up test for your wife. That’s why we are frantically searching for a suitable script among the various love stories submitted to us. Please wait” I went back and sat next to my wife. I saw that Naren had sat next to my wife on the other side and both were chatting very amiably. My wife was teasing him about the number of girl friends he had and he kept on addressing my wife as Didi! Anyone who looked at them will say they are brother and sister and no one will tell these two people were sucking each other’s tongue passionately.
After about fifteen minutes, The director and the other two had agreed upon a script and they called us. My wife was standing just next to me. The director pulled my wife from me towards himself and putting both his hands around her, he said, “I am going to make u the dream girl of the state!”.
So saying he hugged her tightly. My wife dint know how to react and she too put her hands around him. The director slid his hands down and cupped my wife’s ass cheeks. The director and my wife remained hugged to each other for a few seconds and we were all watching it. By this time, I was quite accustomed to people hugging my wife in front of me and fondling her ass. So I just stood there as if nothing unusual has happened. Then the director was back to his professional self.. He said that they will be taking a footage of this screen test and show it to distributors so that they can do some territory business right away. With that fund they will be able to take a grand movie. That was the plan. So, he said that it is very important for this screen test footage to be very appealing. He quickly narrated the scene to be shot for the screen test. He said that both Naren and my wife were collegemates and they had come on a private picnic. And in that they had hired a room and were alone in this hotel room. Both were young and the situation was very tempting. They begin to get intimate. With that the scene begins and they go to bed. As per the script, the scene breaks there and a dream song shot in Khandala begins. My wife and Naren listened to the scene intently. And as my wife turned to go to the centre of the room to act the scene out, Shyaam interrupted her and said,
“We have a new costume for this script. In this u have to dress up as a modern teenage girl and this sari wont do! U can go to the next room and changeover to this costume. So saying he handed over her a new costume. My wife went into the adjoining room with the new costume. She dint come out even after 10 minutes and cameraman nataraj went inside. We cud only hear their voices. First I cud hear my wife mumbling meekly. Then I heard Nataraj’s gruff voice.
“Arey Rani, U will look so good in this”
“No , No, its too short!”
“Hey, Rani your thighs are so good. This will expose them. Sridevi shot into limelight only with her thighs”
“There’s so much cleavage!”
“No , No, I will take care with the camera that it looks decent enough!”
Then there was a minute's silence. I guessed that Nataraj would have by now put his hand around her in a comforting way. After a few seconds, I even heard a kissing sound. By now, every fellow in the room was aware that the best way to convince my wife was to put arms around her, press her ass cheeks and put his tongue into her mouth. Though I guessed that Nataraj was using his moments of intimacy with her, I kept quiet. Then Nataraj came out. He just signaled thumbs up to everybody as if to show he had convinced her. After five minutes, my wife emerged from the room. She was almost blushing and she kept each step hesitatingly into the room. My God! She was looking too sexy in a mini. No one can tell that she is a married housewife who is twenty eight years old. The mini gripped her body real tight and her breasts looked like they can pop out any moment out of her mini. The mini was barely covering her panty and my wife had to frequently place a hand on the skirt and pull it down so that her red colour panty remained covered. Now, I was convinced that my wife starring as a college girl will be a big hit.
Already my wife was quite uncomfortable with this sexy costume. When she noticed that all the men in the room were staring at her assets which were well exposed by this dress, she became very shy and she almost rushed to me and hid herself behind my back.
“ Guhan Ji, Is it OK if I were this dress?” She hissed in my ears. Before I cud answer her, Shyaam told everyone in the room “ My God! If the stills of her in this costume come out, she can command atleast 60 lakhs for her next movie……!” That observation of Shyaam settled the issue for me and I immediately told my wife
“Its OK, Darling, U look really sweet in this!”
“Sweet” is the last word anyone can think of when they saw my wife in that dress. She looked like a sex bomb who cud make a boner out of anyone. But still, I had to maintain a dignified image in front of her and not let her know that I am allowing her to wear this whorish dress just for the money. My wife must have been relieved….
“Ji, I was very tensed what u will say when I walk out in this dress! But Natraj Sir convinced me somehow….!” And her voice trailed off. What Natraj did to her in that room privately must have flashed in her mind. Since she now knew that I was approving of her wearing this dress, She became more confident. Exactly at the same time the director called “Alright, Rani and Naren, Come to the bed and take your position!” . As soon as she heard the director’s command, immediately my wife went to the bed almost like a schoolgirl obeying the orders of head master. It was amazing how the director had that scaring effect on her. Both Naren and Rani stood adjacent to the bed. The director started explaining the scene to them.
“See, Naren, U r alone with your girlfriend and the whole mood is very passionate. Secluded room. Your girlfriend’s dress is also very tempting. Your eyes should show that passion, that lust. Rani! You also become passionate. First Naren will come and hug you. You also have to hug him. You are also feeling very erotic. Naren, after hugging, you have to gently make her sit in the bed. Then u sit by her side, turn her face to you with your hands and kiss her on the lips. Let it be a long kiss. Keep kissing till I say cut.”
The scene started. As advised Naren hugged Rani. And She too hugged him. Then Naren made her sit on the bed. Till then my wife was in a standing position. But once she sat on the bed, the skirt portion of the mini which was barely covering her mini could not do it now and her fleshy thighs in all its fairness was evidently displayed to everybody. The red colour panty which she had worn in the morning whole coming for audition was also clearly visible. Natraj’s camera was gobbling up this Up-skirt panty show of my wife. Just When he acted as her brother, Naren was very passionate with her. Now, he was acting as her lover. And added to it , my wife’s sexy costume. So needless to say, within a second he was all over her kissing her violently and sucking and licking her lips. My wife too responded to the kiss very favorably . This further kindled Naren and his hands explored her body boldly. Again he started with his favourite area, her ass cheeks, but this time he had the luxury of the mini. So, he easily pulled up her skirt and caressed her exposed thighs and then proceeded to Rani’s ass cheeks with just the red colour panty between his fingers and my wife’s naked buttocks. When it appeared as though he might even insert a finger into the panty, suddenly the director called “cut”. At that time Naren and my wife were too deeply immersed into a kiss that it took them about 5 more seconds to withdraw their lips from each other. Naren pulled his fingers back from Rani’s ass cheeks very reluctantly. After the cut, he got up from the bed. The bulge in his pants was very distinct by now. I saw even Rani ogle at his bulge with a tinge of shyness. And I was observing one more interesting phenomena also. Everytime after Naren and Rani break up after a kiss scene, while Naren will simply walk away or stay still, my wife will always wipe her lips as if if she wipes the saliva of Naren off her lips , she would become a loyal family wife agaiun. I was wondering how she let Naren lick every inch of her lips during the scene but how she was behaving now. I was wondering why the director said cut when the scene was proceeding so very erotically. After all , he had told them that he wanted a very erotic effect and that’s what he got. So everyone looked at the director. The director said,
“See, the action is good, but somehow this red panty is not matching. In such an erotic scene red panty will give a cheep image and a “B” grade effect. We are not making a “B” grade movie. We are making a passionate love story which has to appeal to high class audience. This red panty combined with the hot action will show her like a whore. Not as a passionate lover. My heroine is not a randi. She is a passionate girl .”
I saw the expression in Rani’s face when the director said that. She was genuinely pleased with the director. She looked at him thankfully. Even I had to re-assess my opinion of the director. Afterall, the man was a gentleman who knew his art well.
The director immediately turned to Shyaam and said,
“get her another panty!”. Shyaam rushed to the adjoining room where costumes were kept. The director yelled to the touch up boy to touch her up. The touch up boy went near Rani and gave her a wiping.. In this costume, much of her flesh was exposed and he had a jolly good time wiping her thighs and neck. While wiping near the cleavage, I felt that his hands slid further and even penetrated her bra a little, but my wife showed no emotion After finishing wiping her top portion of the body. The boy kneeled in front of her. Rani was still sitting in the bed with her legs on floor. She was cross legged. The touch up boy said,
“Didi, pls spread you legs !” and gently uncrossed her legs himself. As he uncrossed her legs, her milky white thighs and the her panty was seen by all. Till yesterday, even if her sari raises a few inches above her foot, my wife would immediately lower it. But today, she was sititng in front of all these men spreading her legs and showing everyone her panty! What a transformation! The boy who had knelt in front of her had a close up view of her thighs and panty. The boy proceeded to wipe her thighs and even from this distance I could sense that he accidently brushed his fingers against her panty too. My wife remained blissfully unaware of this and she treated the boy in a very brotherly way affectionately because he had called her Didi. After his touch up was over, she even patted his buttocks in a friendly way. The boy shyly went to the corner of the room.
By the time touch up was over, Shyaam brought a while laced panty which was matching the white mini that she was wearing. He gave it to her and Rani immediately took it to the adjoining room. Again, She dint come out for quite some time.
The director was getting annoyed…..
“ Yeh Sali kya kar raha hai! Dekhne keliye Natraj ko andar beja tho who bhi time lega! ( What is this whore doing! If I send Natraj to see, he will also take his own time…) .
It was amazing that he dint have a tinge of hesitation to call my wife “Sali” when I was there. After a minute, the director became impatient and said,
“Rani….! Come out now! Its getting late!” There was such a commanding tone in his voice that my wife immediately rushed out of the room. The sight that we saw was simply unbelievable. My wife came out in the mini. But the panty which Shyaam had given her was just upto her thighs. It had not gone up the skirt at all. My wife was so scared of the director that she had come out of the room halfway wearing her panty. My God.!
Even the stubborn director was taken aback by this sight.
“Arey, Rani, U shud have worn it fully and then come out!” he said.
“No Sir, I tried but it is too tight for me!” Rani’s voice was almost feeble and it looked as though she wud die of shame. The director lost his cool again….
“Arey, what if it is tight, u shud have adjusted and worn it! “ So saying, he went near her and placed his hands on the panty and pulled it up . The director tried to pull it up but the panty was not able to accommodate the big buttocks of my wife and stood at thigh level only. Only then I noticed that while the director’s hands went beneath my wife’s skirt, the panty stood just where it was. His hands lingered inside her pantyless skirt for a few seconds. Rani was eaten by shame at this situation where a sixty year old man was trying to make her wear a tight panty in front of other men. All the men’s eyes were glued to her skirt and everyone’s mind was guessing what the director’s hands wud be doing under them. Rani was almost on the verge of tears because she thought that it was her fault that she was not able to wear the panty in time. After having explored with his hands himself ,the director by now was convinced that it was not Rani’s fault that she had such a big rounded ass and so he said soothingly,
“ hey, poor girl, this panty is too small for her! What can she do? Shyaam, u have to get another panty for her!” .
Rani who was almost on the verge of tears was now slightly relieved that the director understood that it was not her fault. She even gave a faint smile still oblivious to the director’s hands under her skirt. Seeing that the colour was returning in Rani’s face, the director pinched her ass cheeks mischievously and said in a joking way,
“Saali ki gaand bahuth badi hain!” (The ass of this whore is too big!). Everyone except me laughed at this lecherous joke about the ass of my wife. Even my wife dint mind being called Saali or being pinched in her naked ass cheeks and she too gave a relieved smile that the director was not shouting at her but instead joking at her. The director removed his hand from her skirt and went to discuss the lighting with Natraj. Rani rushed back to the room to change back to her old red panties. I noticed that she dint wait for a second to go into the room once the director had left her and I was proud that my wife still hadn’t lost her shyness and she remained the same loyal housewife who was ashamed to stand pantyless. She returned wearing her red panties with the same mini on her.
Shyaam went to the adjoining room and returned with a dozen panties but they all were about the same size as the white one. Since these panties had been ordered for regular slim heroines who sometimes had to use pads also to fill in these panties , they were all too small. Because Rani was a 28 yr old housewife with big fleshy buttocks, this panty problem has arisen. This time Natraj gave a suggestion.
“Ok, there’s a shop nearby, we will buy some new panties which will match Rani’s size”
The director too agreed. But neither Rani nor me knew her size since we always used to take one of her old panties to the shop and buy a new one.
Shyaam went to Rani and asked her the panty size and Rani simply blinked. She turned to me and I came to her rescue. I told Shyaam that we always buy giving the old one as sample. Immediately Shyaam said,
“OK, give me any old panty that u have!”. Since the prospect of Rani needing another panty never struck us that morning when we had come for audition for the tele-serial, obviously the only old panty of Rani was the red panty which was wearing now. Since I felt almost guilty that I dint even know the panty size of my wife despite having been married to her for 3 yrs, I cud not bring myself to say that to everyone. So before somebody cud raise a question, I myself told Rani to give the panty that she was wearing. Rani again looked at me as if to confirm whether I am actually asking her to remove the single panty that she had and remain pantyless before all these men.
I told her , we had no other option and anyway, she cud always cover up with her skirt. So Rani went to the adjoining room and removed her panty and came out and gave it to Shyaam. Shyaam collected the panty as if it were a gift and I saw him taking a sniff of my wife’s just worn panty while he was walking out of the room. My wife too noticed it and it was very clear that , she was highly embarrassed by the whole situation. After giving the panty, my wife walked upto the bed taking all possible care not to expose beyond her thighs and sat on the bed carefully crossing her legs so that there was no real danger of exposure. I too was relieved that my wife had handled herself with common sense and still managed to save her pride in front of these men. Thye director was busy telling Naren what he shud be doing in the scene while Natraj was adjusting the lighting for the forthcoming scene. Only myself and the touch up boy were standing idel and the director must have noticed this. He also noticed that my wife had started to sweat again! He immediately told the touch-up boy,
Arey, Panty aaney thak thumara kaam tho kar ke rakho! Saali is sweating like hell and u r standing and watching!” . I noticed that the director had by now successfully nicknamed my wife as “Saali”(Whore). The director’s shout had immediate effect. The touchup boy rushed to my wife and started to wipe my wife’s face and hands. He was even talking in a friendly way to my wife while wiping.
“Didi, I very lucky boy! I touch up for Preity Didi, Kareena Didi and they all become big star!” he said in his broken English. My wife took an instant liking to this innocent touch up boy and smiled at him.
“Bhaiyya, hope your luck works on me too! “ she said while allowing him to wipe the seat beads from her cleavage.
“U also become star Didi!” The touch up boy changed from wiping with sponge to direct hands and wiped off her cleavage. Because the fellow looked so innocent , my wife did not suspect for a moment why his hands were lingering around her breasts even after wiping the sweat.
“Thanks Bhaiyya! Thumara naam kya hain?” she asked while he was wiping her legs. The boy was kneeling before her by now and was wiping her legs in the cross-legged position!”
“my name Raamu Didi” He had completed to wipe her feet and knees.
“Acha naam hain!” my wife put her hands on the boys hairline and gently ran through his hair in an affectionate sisterly way.
“Thanks Didi!” said the boy and proceeded to uncross my wife’s legs by himself all by himself. He uncrossed her legs and because my wife was not wearing any panty, he cud see her hairy mound very clearly now. Not only him, every one of us present in the room were able to see my wife’s pussy mound and the hairy bush surround it. The director and Naren stopped their discussion and were eying my wife’s pussy. Especially Naren looked as though he was waiting for the scene to start so that he cud put his hands on this delicious mound which was erotically covered by hair. I even saw that Natraj was zooming his camera to cover my wife’s pussy. I wanted to warn my wife with my eyes but my wife was deeply in conversation with the touch up boy. The boy too, though he was initially taken aback by the sight of the bush of my my wife’s pubic area, he quickly returned to his normal self and was continuing the friendly conversation with her.
Already my wife was quite uncomfortable with this sexy costume. When she noticed that all the men in the room were staring at her assets which were well exposed by this dress, she became very shy and she almost rushed to me and hid herself behind my back.
“ Guhan Ji, Is it OK if I wear this dress?” She hissed in my ears. Before I could answer her, Shyaam told everyone in the room “ My God! If the stills of her in this costume come out, she can command atleast 60 lakhs for her next movie……!”. That observation of Shyaam settled the issue for me and I immediately told my wife
“Its OK, Darling, You look really sweet in this!”
“Sweet” is the last word anyone can think of when they saw my wife in that dress. She looked like a sex bomb who cud make a boner out of anyone. But still, I had to maintain a dignified image in front of her and not let her know that I am allowing her to wear this whorish dress just for the money. My wife must have been relieved….
“Ji, I was very tensed what u will say when I walk out in this dress! But Natraj Sir convinced me somehow….!” And her voice trailed off. What Natraj did to her in that room privately must have flashed in her mind. Since she now knew that I was approving of her wearing this dress, She became more confident. Exactly at the same time the director called “Alright, Rani and Naren, Come to the bed and take your position!” . As soon as she heard the director’s command, immediately my wife went to the bed almost like a schoolgirl obeying the orders of head master. It was amazing how the director had that scaring effect on her. Both Naren and Rani stood adjacent to the bed. The director started explaining the scene to them.
“See, Naren, you are alone with your girlfriend and the whole mood is very passionate. Secluded room. Your girlfriend’s dress is also very tempting. Your eyes should show that passion, that lust. Rani! You also become passionate. First Naren will come and hug you. You also have to hug him. You are also feeling very erotic. Naren, after hugging, you have to gently make her sit in the bed. Then u sit by her side, turn her face to you with your hands and kiss her on the lips. Let it be a long kiss. Keep kissing till I say cut.”
The scene started. As advised Naren hugged Rani. And She too hugged him. Then Naren made her sit on the bed. Till then my wife was in a standing position. But once she sat on the bed, the skirt portion of the mini which was barely covering her mini could not do it now and her fleshy thighs in all its fairness was evidently displayed to everybody. The red colour panty which she had worn in the morning whole coming for audition was also clearly visible. Natraj’s camera was gobbling up this Up-skirt panty show of my wife. Just When he acted as her brother, Naren was very passionate with her. Now, he was acting as her lover. And added to it , my wife’s sexy costume.
So needless to say, within a second he was all over her kissing her violently and sucking and licking her lips. My wife too responded to the kiss very favorably . This further kindled Naren and his hands explored her body boldly. Again he started with his favourite area, her ass cheeks, but this time he had the luxury of the mini. So, he easily pulled up her skirt and caressed her exposed thighs and then proceeded to Rani’s ass cheeks with just the red colour panty between his fingers and my wife’s naked buttocks. When it appeared as though he might even insert a finger into the panty, suddenly the director called “cut”. At that time Naren and my wife were too deeply immersed into a kiss that it took them about 5 more seconds to withdraw their lips from each other.
Naren pulled his fingers back from Rani’s ass cheeks very reluctantly. After the cut, he got up from the bed. The bulge in his pants was very distinct by now. I saw even Rani ogle at his bulge with a tinge of shyness. And I was observing one more interesting phenomena also. Everytime after Naren and Rani break up after a kiss scene, while Naren will simply walk away or stay still, my wife will always wipe her lips as if if she wipes the saliva of Naren off her lips , she would become a loyal family wife agaiun. I was wondering how she let Naren lick every inch of her lips during the scene but how she was behaving now. I was wondering why the director said cut when the scene was proceeding so very erotically.
After all , he had told them that he wanted a very erotic effect and that’s what he got. So everyone looked at the director. The director said, “See, the action is good, but somehow this red panty is not matching. In such an erotic scene red panty will give a cheep image and a “B” grade effect. We are not making a “B” grade movie. We are making a passionate love story which has to appeal to high class audience. This red panty combined with the hot action will show her like a whore. Not as a passionate lover. My heroine is not a randi. She is a passionate girl .”
I saw the expression in Rani’s face when the director said that. She was genuinely pleased with the director. She looked at him thankfully. Even I had to re-assess my opinion of the director. Afterall, the man was a gentleman who knew his art well.
The director immediately turned to Shyaam and said, “get her another panty!”. Shyaam rushed to the adjoining room where costumes were kept. The director yelled to the touch up boy to touch her up. The touch up boy went near Rani and gave her a wiping.. In this costume, much of her flesh was exposed and he had a jolly good time wiping her thighs and neck. While wiping near the cleavage, I felt that his hands slid further and even penetrated her bra a little, but my wife showed no emotion
After finishing wiping her top portion of the body. The boy kneeled in front of her. Rani was still sitting in the bed with her legs on floor. She was cross legged. The touch up boy said, “Didi, please spread you legs !” and gently uncrossed her legs himself. As he uncrossed her legs, her milky white thighs and the her panty was seen by all. Till yesterday, even if her sari raises a few inches above her foot, my wife would immediately lower it. But today, she was sititng in front of all these men spreading her legs and showing everyone her panty! What a transformation!
The boy who had knelt in front of her had a close up view of her thighs and panty. The boy proceeded to wipe her thighs and even from this distance I could sense that he accidently brushed his fingers against her panty too. My wife remained blissfully unaware of this and she treated the boy in a very brotherly way affectionately because he had called her Didi. After his touch up was over, she even patted his buttocks in a friendly way. The boy shyly went to the corner of the room.
By the time touch up was over, Shyaam brought a while laced panty which was matching the white mini that she was wearing. He gave it to her and Rani immediately took it to the adjoining room. Again, She dint come out for quite some time.
The director was getting annoyed…..
“ Yeh Sali kya kar raha hai! Dekhne keliye Natraj ko andar beja tho who bhi time lega! ( What is this whore doing! If I send Natraj to see, he will also take his own time…) .
It was amazing that he dint have a tinge of hesitation to call my wife “Sali” when I was there. After a minute, the director became impatient and said,
“Rani….! Come out now! Its getting late!” There was such a commanding tone in his voice that my wife immediately rushed out of the room. The sight that we saw was simply unbelievable. My wife came out in the mini. But the panty which Shyaam had given her was just upto her thighs. It had not gone up the skirt at all. My wife was so scared of the director that she had come out of the room halfway wearing her panty. My God.!
Even the stubborn director was taken aback by this sight.
“Arey, Rani, U should have worn it fully and then come out!” he said.
“No Sir, I tried but it is too tight for me!” Rani’s voice was almost feeble and it looked as though she would die of shame. The director lost his cool again….
“Arey, what if it is tight, you should have adjusted and worn it! “ So saying, he went near her and placed his hands on the panty and pulled it up . The director tried to pull it up but the panty was not able to accommodate the big buttocks of my wife and stood at thigh level only. Only then I noticed that while the director’s hands went beneath my wife’s skirt, the panty stood just where it was. His hands lingered inside her panty-less skirt for a few seconds.
Rani was eaten by shame at this situation where a sixty year old man was trying to make her wear a tight panty in front of other men. All the men’s eyes were glued to her skirt and everyone’s mind was guessing what the director’s hands would be doing under them. Rani was almost on the verge of tears because she thought that it was her fault that she was not able to wear the panty in time. After having explored with his hands himself ,the director by now was convinced that it was not Rani’s fault that she had such a big rounded ass and so he said soothingly,
“ hey, poor girl, this panty is too small for her! What can she do? Shyaam, you have to get another panty for her!” .
Rani who was almost on the verge of tears was now slightly relieved that the director understood that it was not her fault. She even gave a faint smile still oblivious to the director’s hands under her skirt. Seeing that the colour was returning in Rani’s face, the director pinched her ass cheeks mischievously and said in a joking way,
“Saali ki gaand bahuth badi hain!” (The ass of this whore is too big!). Everyone except me laughed at this lecherous joke about the ass of my wife. Even my wife dint mind being called Saali or being pinched in her naked ass cheeks and she too gave a relieved smile that the director was not shouting at her but instead joking at her. The director removed his hand from her skirt and went to discuss the lighting with Natraj. Rani rushed back to the room to change back to her old red panties. I noticed that she dint wait for a second to go into the room once the director had left her and I was proud that my wife still hadn’t lost her shyness and she remained the same loyal housewife who was ashamed to stand pantyless. She returned wearing her red panties with the same mini on her.
Shyaam went to the adjoining room and returned with a dozen panties but they all were about the same size as the white one. Since these panties had been ordered for regular slim heroines who sometimes had to use pads also to fill in these panties , they were all too small. Because Rani was a 28 yr old housewife with big fleshy buttocks, this panty problem has arisen. This time Natraj gave a suggestion.
“Ok, there’s a shop nearby, we will buy some new panties which will match Rani’s size”
The director too agreed. But neither Rani nor me knew her size since we always used to take one of her old panties to the shop and buy a new one.
Shyaam went to Rani and asked her the panty size and Rani simply blinked. She turned to me and I came to her rescue. I told Shyaam that we always buy giving the old one as sample. Immediately Shyaam said,
“OK, give me any old panty that u have!”. Since the prospect of Rani needing another panty never struck us that morning when we had come for audition for the tele-serial, obviously the only old panty of Rani was the red panty which was wearing now. Since I felt almost guilty that I dint even know the panty size of my wife despite having been married to her for 3 yrs, I cud not bring myself to say that to everyone. So before somebody cud raise a question, I myself told Rani to give the panty that she was wearing. Rani again looked at me as if to confirm whether I am actually asking her to remove the single panty that she had and remain pantyless before all these men.
I told her , we had no other option and anyway, she cud always cover up with her skirt. So Rani went to the adjoining room and removed her panty and came out and gave it to Shyaam. Shyaam collected the panty as if it were a gift and I saw him taking a sniff of my wife’s just worn panty while he was walking out of the room. My wife too noticed it and it was very clear that , she was highly embarrassed by the whole situation. After giving the panty, my wife walked upto the bed taking all possible care not to expose beyond her thighs and sat on the bed carefully crossing her legs so that there was no real danger of exposure. I too was relieved that my wife had handled herself with common sense and still managed to save her pride in front of these men. Thye director was busy telling Naren what he shud be doing in the scene while Natraj was adjusting the lighting for the forthcoming scene. Only myself and the touch up boy were standing idel and the director must have noticed this. He also noticed that my wife had started to sweat again! He immediately told the touch-up boy,
Arey, Panty aaney thak thumara kaam tho kar ke rakho! Saali is sweating like hell and u r standing and watching!” . I noticed that the director had by now successfully nicknamed my wife as “Saali”(Whore). The director’s shout had immediate effect. The touchup boy rushed to my wife and started to wipe my wife’s face and hands. He was even talking in a friendly way to my wife while wiping.
“Didi, I very lucky boy! I touch up for Preity Didi, Kareena Didi and they all become big star!” he said in his broken English. My wife took an instant liking to this innocent touch up boy and smiled at him.
“Bhaiyya, hope your luck works on me too! “ she said while allowing him to wipe the seat beads from her cleavage.
“U also become star Didi!” The touch up boy changed from wiping with sponge to direct hands and wiped off her cleavage. Because the fellow looked so innocent , my wife did not suspect for a moment why his hands were lingering around her breasts even after wiping the sweat.
“Thanks Bhaiyya! Thumara naam kya hain?” she asked while he was wiping her legs. The boy was kneeling before her by now and was wiping her legs in the cross-legged position!”
“my name Raamu Didi” He had completed to wipe her feet and knees.
“Acha naam hain!” my wife put her hands on the boys hairline and gently ran through his hair in an affectionate sisterly way.
“Thanks Didi!” said the boy and proceeded to uncross my wife’s legs by himself all by himself. He uncrossed her legs and because my wife was not wearing any panty, he cud see her hairy mound very clearly now. Not only him, every one of us present in the room were able to see my wife’s pussy mound and the hairy bush surround it. The director and Naren stopped their discussion and were eying my wife’s pussy. Especially Naren looked as though he was waiting for the scene to start so that he cud put his hands on this delicious mound which was erotically covered by hair. I even saw that Natraj was zooming his camera to cover my wife’s pussy. I wanted to warn my wife with my eyes but my wife was deeply in conversation with the touch up boy. The boy too, though he was initially taken aback by the sight of the bush of my my wife’s pubic area, he quickly returned to his normal self and was continuing the friendly conversation with her.Didi, this your first movie?” he asked as he applied sponge on her thighs and his eyes were feasting on my wife’s exposed cunt. Unaware that her precious mound was visible to all, my wife answered him,
“Ya, its my first movie!”
“Are, I very much surprise. Didi acting like experience heroine!” The touch up appreciated her acting performance as he deftly replaced the wiping of the sponge with his hands and his hands were groping up her thighs towards her mound in the pretext of wiping sweat. Though I tried frantically to catch my wife’s attention , I cud not and I was not able to walk in front of all these men to my wife to say that her mound was visible to all. I felt ashamed to do that. So, I kept trying to draw my wife’s attention to me. But the boy was doing everything to keep my wife in the same exposed position with his friendly talk. I cud see that Natraj had not moved for a second from his camera and I was sure that he was shooting the whole thing in the pretext of adjusting camera. My wife took this “experienced heroine” compliment with a shy blush. That was too much……here was my wife sitting in the centre of the room with her mound displayed to all and she was blushing for a praise.
“Hey Ramu, don’t say things just to make me feel happy!” She said with a smile.
“No No Didi, Ramu always tell correct. Any heroine I touch up, I judge correctly. Didi become big star” Ramu was again buttering my wife with praise while his hands caressed my wife’s thighs and was almost on the edge of Rani’s pussy. While praising my wife, Ramu also deftly spread her legs more wide and by now I cud even see the vagina of my wife very very clearly. I cud see Naren licking his lips in lust on seeing the spread pussy of my wife. Rani had completely forgotten that she was not wearing a panty and with slight prodding from the fingers of Ramu, she herself spread her legs wider to accommodate the prying hands of Ramu on her thighs so that he cud wipe her thighs out comfortable. I think it must have been too much of a control on Ramu till then and this time his fingers went up and touched the pussy mound of my wife. Since Rani had been fondled and kissed throughout the day, she must have felt highly passionate and juices must have been flowering from her pussy and when the boy touched her pussy, he felt that it was very very wet.
The moment his fingers touched Rani’s pussy, she came to her senses and immediately realized that she was not wearing a panty and she looked up at us and saw that Naren, director and Natraj were all looking at her mound. She understood that she was giving a free show of her mound to everyone in the room. As if in an involuntary reaction, she immediately closed in her thighs to prevent people seeing her mound. But she had forgotten about the 14 year old boy’s hands that were on her pussy and due to the closing action of her thighs , Ramu’s hands got gripped into her pussy.
Even then Ramu was keeping his cool and continuing wiping her pussy with his hands.. My wife realized that this boy’s hands were inside her pussy and she had to again spread her legs wide and removed his hands from her pussy and then closed back her legs. During this, again the free darshan was given to all . The boy acted surprised that she threw away his hands and said,
“Didi, it is very wet there. Lot of sweat. I will wipe it”. He was telling the wetness of my wife’s juice as sweat. My wife simply bowed her head and dint even bother to respond to him. Her legs were firmly crossed. It looked like my wife was about to lose her temper. She was angry with herself for allowing so many men see her mound and allowing a 14 ye old boy feel up her pussy and she was about to show her anger on the boy. The director understood the situation immediately. He immediately rushed near my wife and said,
“Arey Ramu, that wetness is different. You go!” and pushed the touch up boy away. He then turned to my wife and said,
“ Sali , just by kissing u have become so wet is it?” in a mocking way. He expected my wife to blush and give her usual timid smile. But the fact that so many had seen her pussy and worse they had all come to know that she was oozing cunt juices made my wife very embarrassed and she wud have felt like simply walking out the whole damn thing. Seeing that my wife did not respond with the usual blush, the director understood that she was tensed. He proceeded to convince her.
“Arey Rani, why r u upset. Such things happen. Do u know the famous Hema malini. I was an assistant director in her movie. There was a scene where she had to climb a tree wearing a sari. I had to stay under the tree to prompt the diologues to her. As I looked up to prompt the dialogues , I realized that she was not wearing any panty. I cud clearly see Hema’s pussy. I was very young then and the sight of this dream girl’s pussy was just too much. I forgot to prompt her the dialogues. Hema looked down at me and realized that I was looking at her pubic mound. She simply told all her dialogues herself without any prompting and after the scene she called me privately and told, “Sorry Bhaiyya, I forgot to wear a panty and distracted u!” . there was no trace of shyness in her voice that she had shown her pussy to me. She was very cool. Such professionalism u shud also have!” So saying, he touched my wife’s hair in very fatherly way and my wife wud have really been touched by this affectionate display of this strict director. She just placed her hands on his shoulders and started crying. The director hugged my wife and rubbed her back soothingly.
“Its alright Rani! Its alright! “ he kept telling. After crying for a minute , rani regained her poise and sat upright. Seeing that the director also was back to her normal self. He pinched her cheeks naughtily and said,
“Sali ka pussy dekh kar yeh budda ka lauda bhi bada hogaya!” and pointed at the erection at his pants. Everyone laughed except me. My wife too gave a faint smile and I cud even see traces of pride that she had given an erection to an old man.
The director returned to Naren and started giving instructions. Shyaam came back within a few minutes with a new set of panties and my wife went in to the adjoining room and returned quickly wearing one of them. She must have also had a face wash as the tears were gone from her face and her childish face looked as radiant as ever. That is the specialty of my wife. One moment she will look like a voluptuous sex bomb and next moment she can look like a innocent homely housewife. Anyone looking at her shy childish face now cannot believe that this is the same woman who had spread her legs and showed her cunt to all the men in the room.
She walked like a radiant princess and straightaway took her position in the bed. It was just then that I decided to go to the adjoining RTO office where I wanted to enquire something about renewing my driving license. I went to my wife and told her that I will be back about an hour or so later. She gave me a look as though she was frightened to be left alone in this room with these people. But I told her that I will try to be back within an hour and left.
When I was walking along the corridors only I realized that I had not brought my original license and so I had to go back. When I entered the audition room again, this time the lighting was very dull and I silently went to a corner chair and sat. I noticed that Naren was sitting by her side. But Natraj was still making some last minute changes in the lighting. So Naren and Rani were engaging themselves in a friendly conversation. I noticed that my wife had not noticed my coming back into the room again. Though unintentional, I thought that I got an opportunity to see how my wife behaves when I am not there. I started observing how Rani was moving with Naren. For the initial few seconds Rani was slightly uncomfortable and was not seeing Naren eye to eye because the thought that only a few minutes back , he had seen her hairy mound must have flashed in her mind. But Naren very carefully avoided any reference to that and he was talking to her very casually.
“Didi, u look so young in this dress……in fact younger than my college girls!”
“Don’t flatter me Naren” my wife blushed.
“No, No Didi, I am telling u the truth. If u walk into our college with this mini, people may think that u r a student of first year only! I am telling u that for sure!” when he said sure, just to stress his point, he pressed his hands on my wife’s mini. Half his hands were in contact with my wife’s mini and the other half on her thighs. My wife was too pleased with this comment and dint mind his placing his hand on her thighs. Since the director was still not satisfied with the lighting, Naren went on to tell an adult joke to her. I saw that my wife was really enjoying the joke and laughing. She even moved more closer to Naren so that she cud hear the jokes clearly. Naren took this as a positive sign and casually put his left arm around my wife’s shoulders while his right hand was still lingering over her thighs. I guess the next joke must have been explicitly vulgar…..because I cud clearly hear Naren say the words cock and cunt many times in the joke. My wife enjoyed that joke too. I saw that she was no more embarrassed with Naren and was comfortable with him to discuss sex jokes with explicit words. Naren sensed this too and he said to her,
“Didi, u have got very good boobs!” while saying this he looked at her cleavage that was exposed by the mini.
“All woman have it!” my wife was just bowing her head but she managed to answer him nevertheless thereby encouraging him to talk about her body.
“ no no didi, these ones are real special. Look how big & firm they are. Nobody will tell that u r married.!” He went on.
She asked Naren,
“why, what difference will marriage make?”
“ no no, its just that your boobs wud have been pressed many times, sucked and all that. So they will lose shape.. thats why?”
“ who told u if all these are done , then they will lose shape?” my wife asked.
“ that is what they generally say!”
“That’s wrong. U see me….” My wife blurted out and then she realized what she had said. She bit her lips.
“Didi, it means your husband must have done lots of boob sucking and pressing then…..?” Naren was asking her a very intimate question. My wife bowed shyly but she nodded her head affirmatively. Slowly, Naren’s left hand which was on her shoulders came down further and was nibbling at her exposed cleavage.
“u like it Didi?” Naren was probing further. My wife still cud not meet him in the eyes but mumbled an yes. This time Naren’s fingers slowly went on top of her breast over her mini and gently cupped them. My wife did not resist at all. She was closing her eyes and enjoying the breast cupping that Naren was giving her. Naren was balling her breast with increased confidence. At the same time, he kept talking to her also…..
Now, we are having a kissing scene na, how do u like to be kissed?”
My wife must have been taken aback by this question. She has not even discussed with me things like how to kiss. I have never once asked her whether she liked her boobs being sucked. But here she was discussing it with a total stranger. She remained silent. Naren helped her by giving some choices…..
“Didi , shall I bite your lips or lick them?” Now my wife had to make a choice. She said softly,
“Don’t bite….!”
“Ok didi, I wont bite, I will lick your lips ok……. I love putting my tongue on your soft lips and then lick your tongue also. Your lips are so sweet Didi. I will suck your lips also OK” I cud see that Naren was telling it in a very seductive way and while saying, his right hand which were on her thighs gently went underneath the skirt and he was mildly rubbing her thighs too. His left hand was gently balling her boobies. I cud see that this sexual talk had its effect on my wife and I cud see her taking deep breaths. Just then the director said.
“Ok, we are ready!”
He called “Camera, Action!”
Naren immediately started executing whatever he was planning with my wife during their talk. He pulled her closer to him and kissed her lips. Within a few seconds, he started licking her lips. I saw a change in my wife too this time. She too kissed him passionately and she also boldy extended her tongue and licked Naren’s lips. Both their tongues were alternatively going into each other’s mouth and it was difficult to tell whose tongue was where. Natraj also was facing the same problem. So he must have told the director. Immediately the director called “cut”. The director went near Naren and my wife and adjusted their faces such that their faces were sideways to the camera. He then asked them to kiss. As usual they were kissing each other very intimately but nothing was seen from outside. The director was not satisfied with this. He asked Naren to get up and he himself sat next to my wife. He then kissed my wife on her lips. Because, it was a sixty year old man and that he dint look that good enough, my wife was not very inclined to kiss him. But her fear of the director made her sit there and receive the kisses. The director held my wife’s head and tilted it expertly so that the camera cud clearly see what was happening. Then he put out his tongue and slowly licked my wife’s lips. His tongue was running through her lips as if he was licking some jam. He then ordered,
“Rani, put out ur tongue!” Rani did as she was told. Then again in open view, he met her tongue with his tongue and played with it. After having demonstrated how to lick my wife’s lips clearly, he told Naren to do as he he had done and came back. This time Naren did exactly as he was told and camera cud capture the meeting of my wife’s tongue with Naren’s tongue very clearly. Then Naren slid my wife on the bed and started kissing her from her feet. He went up slowly and kissed her knees and thighs. He gently raised her skirt and planted kisses just near her white laced panty. He even licked the insides of her thighs. My wife bit her lips and was enjoying the tongue caressing of Naren in her thighs. Naren then took his face further up and brushed his face on her breasts. Since in the already shot mother care scene, he had put his head on her breast, this time also he stuck his head in between my wife’s big boobs and my wife automatically encircled her arms around his head and pressed them against her boobs. Naren kissed her cleavage and licked the ridge between her boobs with his tongue. He then went up to her face and kissed her lips . The director said “cut”. Naren was about to get up. But the director said,
No Naren, u remain where u are! Once I come near and tell u , u can continue from there onwards” He then proceeded to discuss the camera angles with Natraj leaving my wife lying on the bed with Naren on top of her. Seeing that the director might take some time, Naren again started discussing with her something intimate. I cud see that in the position that they were lying, my wifes’ skirt was raised well above and her panty was exposed and Naren’s cock (inside his pants) was just pressing against my wife’s panty. I even saw that while talking to my wife, he was slowly moving his hips so that his cock brushed against her panty. It was clearly evident that once again he was discussing about her sex life as I cud see my wife lower her head shyly. Naren’s face was so close to my wife’s face and sometimes his lips brushed against hers also. The sight of my wife lying there with her skirt raised and her panty exposed must have been very tempting for anyone and I cud see that the touch up boy immediately went near my wife and started touching up her legs. My wife cudn’t even see him because Naren was on top of her but by this time she was very familiar with the touch of this 14 yr old boy, she dint even raise her head to see who was rubbing his hands on her legs and thighs. Naren too slightly spread his legs and exposed my wife’s legs to accommodate this boy’s touching up. Even as Naren spread his legs , I noticed that he did not move his hips away from my wife’s and his cock was still pressing against my wife’s panty. With Naren on top of her and Ramu rubbing her thighs my wife must have looked like a seasoned whore to anyone and Shyaam who was watching all this found it too very hard to resist.
He just went up to my wife and sat by the side of the bed. He took her hands in his hands and kissed it.
“U look so great Rani, too sexy, just too good! You acted out this scene very well” he kept saying and wud have planted atleast 20 kisses on her hands. My wife simply blushed.. Seeing that my wife was not treating him as an intrusion, Shyaam felt encouraged and he turned to Naren and said,
“ Naren, I saw that u were sucking her lower lips. Why don’t u try sucking her upper lip alone….? See, let me show u…….” So saying, Shyaam bent upon my wife’s face and kissed her and sucked her upper lips alone. Naren too got the hint and once Shyaam removed his lips from my wife’s lips, Naren sucked my wifes upper lips and asked Shyaam,
Shyaam and Naren kissed and sucked my wife’s lips alternatively for 4 ,5 times. My wife was just lying there allowing her lips to be licked at by 2 strangers.
“while kissing, why don’t u put a hand on her boobs sideways like this and press them together so that the fleshiness of Rani’s boobs gets exposed well through this top cut of the mini.” Shyaam kept his hands on both sides of my wife’s boobs and pressed them. Naren too followed suit and they took turns at pressing my wife’s boobs. My wife had by now reached a highly charged state and she was eagerly responding to their kisses. At one stage both Shyaam and Naren were extending their tongues in front of my wife’s face and my wife met both their tongues with hers. She was feeling extremely hot and her cunt juices were flowing out of her panty too. The boy who was touching up her thighs and was fondling her very close to her pantyline saw that juice was flowing out and he started rubbing the juice on her thighs. My wife was too engrossed in licking both the men’s lips and tongues that she failed to notice that Ramu’s hands was gradually entering her panty and was slowly trying to explore her mound. While trying to rub my wife’s panty , the touch up boy’s hands came in contact with Naren’s cock which was pressing against her cunt and he rubbed both my wife’s cunt as well as Naren’s cock. This cock rubbing had a great stimulating effect on Naren and he forcefully kissed my wife and bit her lips. When he had bit my wife’s lips in the morning, my wife was new to all this but at this moment she was in highly passionate mood and she put both hands on Naren’s head and sucked his lips with great passion. Naren was pleased by this and once she released him, he said,
“Thanks Didi!” Watching this, Shyaam was stroking himself in his pants. When Naren and Rani broke their kiss, Shayam asked “what about me?” My wife looked at him as if what he wants. Shyaam was sitting sideways near my wife’s hands and he gently took her hands and placed it on his bulging cock. My wife started to strike it while she again tongue kissed Naren. Suddenly Shyaam must have remembered something and said,
“Rani, U r so good! Why don’t we sign the agreement today itself?” Since my wife was too deeply involved in licking Naren’s face she failed to hear this. Shyaam turned to me and called me nearby to discuss about agreement. I went and stood near the bed where my wife was oblivious of my presence and she was running her tongue wild on Naren’s ears and face. She was also fervently stroking Shyaam’s cock. Despite my wife stroking his cock Shyaam very professionally asked me , “ Guhan, shall we sign the agreement today itself?” I thought that things had gone too far and decided that there was no point going back now. I said “OK , we will sign it today itself!” On hearing the voice of her husband in such close quarters, my wife gave a jerk and withdrew her face from Naren . She also stopped stroking Shyaam and turned and looked at me.”Guhan ji, when did u come?”she blurted out. Though my wife cud control herself and withdraw on seeing me, Naren was by now too deeply passionate and he kept licking my wife’s face while she was talking to me. Shyaam’s cock too was by now enjoying the soft stroking of my wife’s hands and he too promptly took back her hands and placed them on his cock and started rubbing her hands against his cock. My wife was highly embarrassed to face me in this position. Imagine facing the husband with a guy lying on top of u and licking u and a guy is being stroked by u and a boy who is sniffing at your cunt . must have been really awkward position. But still my wife managed to say,
“Guhan ji, practice is going on till lighting arrangements” she managed to say. Just as she completed the sentence Naren ran through his tongue on the cheeks of my wife. My wife looked at me with her eyes showing real fear. I too had reached my breaking point and was about to shout at her “U horny bitch!” when Shyaam noticed the angry expression on my face. He told me,
“Guhan ji , shall we put in the agreement all these 50 lakhs or shall we show a less amount in writing..otherwise u may have income tax problem u know!” . Once he mentioned that 50 lakhs, I came to my senses and immediately said in a soft voice,
“ya ya we will show only less amount in the agreement.” Shyaam said,
“That’s right. I must tell u Guhan ji that your wife is co-operating with us excellently. Why don’t u appreciate her for that?” While he said this his hands were still rubbing my wife’s hands on his pants. I turned to my wife and gave a very nice smile and said,
“That’s very good darling. I am glad that u r co-operating!” My wife gave a relieved look and she said to me,
“Thanks Guhan ji”. Before she cud complete the sentence Naren had kissed her on her mouth and my wife too, with the relief that I have no objection, took part very eagerly in the kiss. I even saw that, Shyaam had removed his hands and my wife was by herself stroking him. I went back to my position in the corner of the room and resumed watching the whole thing. Watching my wife’s whorish display in such close proximity had given me an erection and since in this corner , no one cud see me very clearly due to poor lighting, I gently started stroking myself watching Naren lick my wife and Shyaam getting stroked
By this time the director and Natraj had made all arrangements and the director announced ,
“Alright, lets start!” I was surprised that he or Natraj dint even bother to comment on the mini orgy that was going on during the break and I guessed that they must be used to such orgies by heroes and heroines during shootings. Immediately, Shyaam left the place. The touch up boy quickly removed his hands from my wife’s panty and went up and wiped her face and went to the corner. The scene resumed. Naren continued his licking and sucking. My wife too acted very well. The passionate scene was shot for some ten minutes. The director was shouting from the background,
“ Lick her lips!”
“Haan, put ur tongue inside!”
“ Saali, Why are u keeping quite, u too suck him!”
“Naren, press that randi’s (whore’s) boobs!
“Sali, turn this side and show ur cleavage to the camera!”
“Put ur hands on his head while he is licking you!”
“Lick that Randi’s face Naren, let her face be fully covered with your saliva!”
“Sali, spread your legs a little. Natraj , zoom on her panty.”
“ Now go up, zoom on her boobies. Sali ki choonchiya bahuth badi hain. ( The breasts of this bitch is too big). Let the whole world see how much big breast this whore has got!”
Already Naren and my wife were giving a great passionate display. With such expert guidance from the director, the scene became very erotic.
Naren, camera is on her boobs. Put your tongue there!”
“Rani, press his face on your boobs. Let his tongue lick ur total cleavage.”
“ Now, go for a face close-up Natraj…..!”
“Hey Naren, slightly lift ur head. Let the camera foucus on this Randi’s face”
Naren who was intimately kissing my wife lifted his head. My wife dint like this intervention. Her face was showing disappointment.
“Hey rani, ur face shud show enjoyment” The director was yelling at her. But when Naren was doing all the kissing and fondling, my wife’s face was very passionate. When he stopped , it was very difficulty for her to show that emotion. After all this was her first day at acting. She tried to twist and bite her lips and all that but the director was not very happy with her expressions.
He shouted “ Randi, Don’t show your childish face! everyone here knows that you are a top class whore and u can take all the cocks here. Show your horny expressions!” But still my wife cud not satisfy the director.
The director decided that he had to act .He walked near her and sat by her legs. He asked Natraj to focus only on her face. Then he did a very unexpected thing. He coolly inserted his hands into my wife’s panty and touched her naked cunt. From the position of his hand , it looked like he had inserted his finger into her cunt. It wud have gone in very easily since by now everyone cud see that cunt juice was flowing out of her panties along her thighs. He started fucking her cunt with his fingers. My wife gave a gasp “Ahhhhhh” when he inserted his fingers but once the director set himself into a rhythmic motion , she closed her eyes and enjoyed the finger fuck of this sixty year old man. The director rounded his finger and changed angles and was expertly finger fucking her.
“Ahhhhhhh Nooooooooo,………!” My wife was shouting and enjoying herself and Natraj’s camera was taking in all her horny expressions. After that close up was over the director pulled his fingers from her cunt and to my shock openly put it into his mouth and sucked her cunt juice which was sticking to his fingers.
“Sali ki fuck juice masth hain. (The cunt juice of this bitch is tasty). One day I have to allot for licking her cunt alone. Now there is no time!” he dint even bother that I was there in the room when he said that. He also proceeded to explain how he learnt this finger technique.
“Standard technique! Always works. I have tried it with Jayaprada, meenakshi sheshadri and all. Almost all whores fall for this. Only Randi who is an exception to this was Shabana Azmi.”
He paused for a second and then said
“To get the expression out of that whore, finger fuck wont do. U have to lick her pussy!”
Then he went back near the camera and gave instructions for continuing the scene
After the finger fuck of director, my wife was looking restless. She resembled a horny bitch now. Once the director told “Action” this time, I cud see that my wife was biting Naren’s lips vigourously .She had put her hands on him and was hugging him tightly . She even slid her hands down and pressed Naren’s ass against her hips. As the scene got hotter, I cud see that she was repeatedly prodding Naren’s buttocks and pressing as if to signal that she wanted a fuck.
But the scene was being shot and obviously Naren cud not oblige her. But by this time, my wife was totally out of her senses and was in a height of passion. The director calling her repeatedly “randi” and “Sali” also must have played in her mind and she started almost behaving like one. When she found that Naren was only petting her breasts and kissing, she looked like as if she was craving for a cock. But this young college boy was really no match my wife and it was becoming very clear that it was my wife who was controlling the action in the bed. At one point, my wife became very horny and she pulled Naren’s head to her face and bit his lips with passion. Naren’s lips were pulled by my wife’s teeth and he even gave a shout “Ah” . But my wife still did not stop. She also started gyrating her hips so that her panties rubbed against Naren’s cock. The situation was clearly going out of control. Sensing this, the director immediately said “cut.” On hearing the cut, Naren must have been very much relieved and immediately tried to get up. But my wife forcibly pulled him back to her and kept licking at his face and ears and only after director shouted,
“Hey Randi, Leave him!” she came to her senses and withdrew her hands. Naren literally jumped out of the bed and went straight to the toilet. The wetness in his pants showed that he had ejaculated within his pants because of persistent hip rubbing by my wife. This time my wife’s face showed more anger than shame. From morning, the repeated fondling and kissing had made her very very horny . All she needed now was a good fuck and she was angry that she was not getting it now. Sensing my wife’s anger, Shyaam did not go near her this time. But the touch up boy Ramu had a job to do. During this erotic scene shooting, since my wife had been very very active , she was sweating like anything now and so Ramu had to go near her . by this time my wife had got up and was sitting at the edge of the bed. Ramu stood next to her and started wiping her face and neck. My wife’s face showed that still she was very very horny and she started looking at this young boy with lot of lust. She herself pulled his hands towards her breast and when Ramu was as usual lingering on the edges of her cleavage, she pulled his hands into her bra. Ramu looked around and saw that everyone was busy. So he too took the chance and put his fingers inside my wife’s bra and kneaded her fleshy breasts. But my wife was not satisfied with this light kneading. She wanted her breasts to be crushed. She herself put her hands over Ramu’s hands and pressed it. She led his fingers to her nipples and said in a soft voice,
Ramu Bhaiyya, Zara idhar bhi karna!” (Ramu, Pls do it here also!”)
Ramu was too shocked but he obliged my wife by saying,
“Ok didi!” His fingers were now into her bra and they were twisting and turning my wife’s nipples . My wife gave a erotic sigh and closed her eyes and enjoyed this nipple twisting by this 14 yr old boy. Ramu was by now having an erection and since he was wearing only trousers, his cock had shifted towards one side and was peaking high. Since his trousers were lose and he dint wear any underwear , his cock cud be seen from beneath. My wife opened her eyes and because she was sitting and Ramu was standing by her side, the first thing she saw was Ramu’s naked cock trying to come out of his trousers. She cud also see a glint of pre cum in the tip of the cock. On seeing that precum, my wife licked her lips. I must tell u here that my wife has never sucked me. Though I had requested her some times, she had always refused it saying that such things are not done by chaste family women. But now, I saw that she was ogling this 14 year old boy’s tender cock with lust and licking her lips. This sight made me too hot and my stroking of my cock gained pace. My wife looked around and saw if anyone was watching. As usual, Natraj and Director were arguing over some camera angle in one corner. Shyaam and Naren had left for a smoke. She then looked in my direction and saw that I was watching them. Our eyes met for a few seconds.
My wife saw that I was stroking myself on seeing her. She saw the erect cock in my hand and she saw the to and fro motion of my hands. My wife stared at me blankly as if she was hesitating what to do since I was watching. After almost a day full of fondling and kissing, she appeared to be a bitch in heat. She took a decision that even if her husband was watching, her passion was too much to resist and her hands gently slid along Ramu’s trousers below. She put her hands through the lower portion of his trousers and exposed his cock openly. Now his cock was in open air dangling just in front of my wife’s face. Again my wife looked at me for a second. Then she turned to Ramu. She slowly moved her face towards Ramu and planted a soft kiss on the tip of his cock. She then slowly let out her tongue and licked his cock in small circles. Initially she licked the sides and then she licked the tip also along with the precum. Ramu gave an excited sigh . Having tasted his cock, my wife was convinced that cock sucking was’nt as bad she had feared and in fact this cock should have tasted good in her mouth. So she was into full fledged sucking. She sucked him for about a minute and when she had brought his cock to about 12 inches , she withdrew her mouth. She lifted her skirt above her panties and slightly pushed her panty to one side. She again gave a cunt darshan to this boy and said,
“Bhaiyya, zara apni didi ko chodo na…..! Dekho Didi kitni garam ho gayi!”
(Brother, Pls fuck your sister, see how hot your sister has become!” and gently took his hands and placed on her mound. Ramu cud immediately feel both the wetness and hotness of her mound.
“Bhaiyya, chodo na muje!” ( Brother, fuck me !” ) I was shocked to see my wife use such words, that too to a young boy who was half as old as her. I realized that my wife had become too desperate now. By this time Shyaam and Naren also had returned but were just standing in a corner and watching this amazing scene of my wife begging a 14 yr old for a fuck. For Ramu, all this must have been too much. After all he was just 14 and this experience of a heroine sucking his cock and spreading her cunt and asking him to fuck him must have been a new experience for him and he had become too very emotional and dint know what to do. My wife mistook his silence as if he wants some more cock sucking and she dutifully licked his cock for some more time. This was too much for Ramu and just as my wife withdrew her mouth from his cock , Ramu ejaculated. The drops of his cum just missed my wife’s face . The whole scene of a 14 year old boy ejaculating in front of my wife’s childish face made me real hot. My wife looked like a cheap whore when those cum drops of a low class touch up boy flew near her face and I found that this was too erotic for me and my cock was throbbing like anything. My strokings increased and I too ejaculated. My wife looked annoyingly at the semen drops that flew from the cock of this boy. My wife cud not have her fuck again. She was very disappointed. Instinctively she turned and looked at me and saw that I was also enjoying an orgasm and this must have infuriated her further. Everyone seemed to enjoy an orgasm except for my wife.
Just then the director approached my wife and saw what had happened. He glanced down and saw that Ramu had wet the floor and told Ramu
“Hey boy, woh tho Randi hain. Kuch bhi karega. Kisiko bhi chodega! Magar thum behave karna chahiye na!”
(She is a prostitute and she will do anything. She will fuck anybody. But you have to behave yourselves!)
Ramu repeatedly kept telling “Sorry Saab! Galthi hogaya!”
The director must have taken pity on him. Afterall who can resist such a beauty like my wife spreading her pussy and sucking cock! The director said matter of factly,
“Ok, clean this mess!”
Then he went to Rani who was still in an agitated state after having missed a fuck with the boy. He gently place his arms around her in a comforting way and said,
“Ok Sali. Today we will stop this audition and continue with the shooting tomorrow!”
He turned to Shyaam and asked him when is the distributor’s meet. Shyaam told it was on the day after tomorrow. The director turned to me and said, we are planning for a small party for our main distributors that night. U can bring ur wife and we can introduce our new heroine to the distributors. I nodded my head. Then he turned to my wife and helped her get up from the bed. My wife who was expecting that another scene wud be shot and somehow she cud get Naren fuck her this time was disappointed that the audition had come to an end.
The director understood this and gave her a friendly hug. He said to her,
“Are meri sweet randi, I know how u feel! That’s why I have got a gift for u. He then put his hands in his pocket and took out the car keys of a Honda City. He kissed my wife on her lips and said,
“Sali, this car is for u ! Because I know how hot u feel, I have arranged a car driver also!”
he then called out
Daniel, come here…..!” and next moment a well built Six feet tall Negro walked into the room. He was dressed in white and white in a driver’s uniform. He obviously did not wear an underwear and his penis had slid to one side of his pants. My God, it was almost touching his knees. Daniel went and stood dutifully in one corner. The director pointed towards Daniel and said to my wife,
“He will be your personal chauffer!” I cud see that my wife was ogling at the crotch of this Negro and when she saw that this negro was quite well hung, I cud see that she was again licking her lips.
The director pulled my wife towards himself and put his hands into her skirt. He pinched her cheeks and said in her ears softly,
“He can drive anything u want him to! He will be your slave” He gently licked my wife’s ears after saying this.
I cud see that my wife was too very overjoyed upon this new development. She was looking at Daniel as if he were a toy and she was a baby who cant wait to play with it. The color returned in her face now and she was back to her cheerful self.
The director turned to me and put his arms around my shoulders . he took me aside and said,
“I am telling u from my personal experience . I have worked with many actresses. They are all Randis. And ur wife also has become a Randi today. So u alone cannot keep her in control. Its better to keep a guy like Daniel by ur side to satisfy her if things go out of hand!”
By this time, I was too shocked and dint say anything.
My wife was now telling good night to the director. She herself went and hugged him and gave him an affectionate kiss .The director also hugged her affectionately.
“Thanks for the special gift!” My wife said to him.
“Enjoy kar, Sali”the director said . He pinched her cunt and said,
“Sali ka pussy masth hain. (Bitch’s cunt is very good) . But shave and come for next shooting. Otherwise in swimsuit scenes, your bush will also be seen. Then everyone will fall flat like our touch up boy looking at your hairy cunt!” everyone including my wife laughed at this joke. Then Rani went up to her co-star Naren .She playfully put her fingers on his hair and said,
“Hey Boy, U cud not even hold ur dick for some time. U wet it so soon .I am making u sooo hot and u call me Didi…Anyway better luck next time Bhaiyya!”
Naren smiled and accepted her wishes.
She went to Shyaam too and kissed him and squeezed his cock with her hands. Natraj himself came to her and knelt in front of her and raised her skirt, gently pulled her panties and planted a soft kiss on her cunt. My wife took this kiss on her cunt gracefully and moved ahead. Just as she was about to leave the room, she remembered the touch up boy Ramu and called him towards her and fondly hugged him too. She even slid her fingers into his trousers and gently squeezed his cock. I cud see that some of the cum that were still on his cock came on to my wife’s hands too. But she dint seem to mind squeezing his wet cock.
I said to her softly,
“Rani, shall we go!”
She said , “ Ya Guhan ji, just make sure that Daniel is there!”
My wife’s audition was successfully over……
“We have a new costume for this script. In this u have to dress up as a modern teenage girl and this sari wont do! U can go to the next room and changeover to this costume. So saying he handed over her a new costume. My wife went into the adjoining room with the new costume. She dint come out even after 10 minutes and cameraman nataraj went inside. We cud only hear their voices. First I cud hear my wife mumbling meekly. Then I heard Nataraj’s gruff voice.
“Arey Rani, U will look so good in this”
“No , No, its too short!”
“Hey, Rani your thighs are so good. This will expose them. Sridevi shot into limelight only with her thighs”
“There’s so much cleavage!”
“No , No, I will take care with the camera that it looks decent enough!”
Then there was a minute's silence. I guessed that Nataraj would have by now put his hand around her in a comforting way. After a few seconds, I even heard a kissing sound. By now, every fellow in the room was aware that the best way to convince my wife was to put arms around her, press her ass cheeks and put his tongue into her mouth. Though I guessed that Nataraj was using his moments of intimacy with her, I kept quiet. Then Nataraj came out. He just signaled thumbs up to everybody as if to show he had convinced her. After five minutes, my wife emerged from the room. She was almost blushing and she kept each step hesitatingly into the room. My God! She was looking too sexy in a mini. No one can tell that she is a married housewife who is twenty eight years old. The mini gripped her body real tight and her breasts looked like they can pop out any moment out of her mini. The mini was barely covering her panty and my wife had to frequently place a hand on the skirt and pull it down so that her red colour panty remained covered. Now, I was convinced that my wife starring as a college girl will be a big hit.
Already my wife was quite uncomfortable with this sexy costume. When she noticed that all the men in the room were staring at her assets which were well exposed by this dress, she became very shy and she almost rushed to me and hid herself behind my back.
“ Guhan Ji, Is it OK if I were this dress?” She hissed in my ears. Before I cud answer her, Shyaam told everyone in the room “ My God! If the stills of her in this costume come out, she can command atleast 60 lakhs for her next movie……!” That observation of Shyaam settled the issue for me and I immediately told my wife
“Its OK, Darling, U look really sweet in this!”
“Sweet” is the last word anyone can think of when they saw my wife in that dress. She looked like a sex bomb who cud make a boner out of anyone. But still, I had to maintain a dignified image in front of her and not let her know that I am allowing her to wear this whorish dress just for the money. My wife must have been relieved….
“Ji, I was very tensed what u will say when I walk out in this dress! But Natraj Sir convinced me somehow….!” And her voice trailed off. What Natraj did to her in that room privately must have flashed in her mind. Since she now knew that I was approving of her wearing this dress, She became more confident. Exactly at the same time the director called “Alright, Rani and Naren, Come to the bed and take your position!” . As soon as she heard the director’s command, immediately my wife went to the bed almost like a schoolgirl obeying the orders of head master. It was amazing how the director had that scaring effect on her. Both Naren and Rani stood adjacent to the bed. The director started explaining the scene to them.
“See, Naren, U r alone with your girlfriend and the whole mood is very passionate. Secluded room. Your girlfriend’s dress is also very tempting. Your eyes should show that passion, that lust. Rani! You also become passionate. First Naren will come and hug you. You also have to hug him. You are also feeling very erotic. Naren, after hugging, you have to gently make her sit in the bed. Then u sit by her side, turn her face to you with your hands and kiss her on the lips. Let it be a long kiss. Keep kissing till I say cut.”
The scene started. As advised Naren hugged Rani. And She too hugged him. Then Naren made her sit on the bed. Till then my wife was in a standing position. But once she sat on the bed, the skirt portion of the mini which was barely covering her mini could not do it now and her fleshy thighs in all its fairness was evidently displayed to everybody. The red colour panty which she had worn in the morning whole coming for audition was also clearly visible. Natraj’s camera was gobbling up this Up-skirt panty show of my wife. Just When he acted as her brother, Naren was very passionate with her. Now, he was acting as her lover. And added to it , my wife’s sexy costume. So needless to say, within a second he was all over her kissing her violently and sucking and licking her lips. My wife too responded to the kiss very favorably . This further kindled Naren and his hands explored her body boldly. Again he started with his favourite area, her ass cheeks, but this time he had the luxury of the mini. So, he easily pulled up her skirt and caressed her exposed thighs and then proceeded to Rani’s ass cheeks with just the red colour panty between his fingers and my wife’s naked buttocks. When it appeared as though he might even insert a finger into the panty, suddenly the director called “cut”. At that time Naren and my wife were too deeply immersed into a kiss that it took them about 5 more seconds to withdraw their lips from each other. Naren pulled his fingers back from Rani’s ass cheeks very reluctantly. After the cut, he got up from the bed. The bulge in his pants was very distinct by now. I saw even Rani ogle at his bulge with a tinge of shyness. And I was observing one more interesting phenomena also. Everytime after Naren and Rani break up after a kiss scene, while Naren will simply walk away or stay still, my wife will always wipe her lips as if if she wipes the saliva of Naren off her lips , she would become a loyal family wife agaiun. I was wondering how she let Naren lick every inch of her lips during the scene but how she was behaving now. I was wondering why the director said cut when the scene was proceeding so very erotically. After all , he had told them that he wanted a very erotic effect and that’s what he got. So everyone looked at the director. The director said,
“See, the action is good, but somehow this red panty is not matching. In such an erotic scene red panty will give a cheep image and a “B” grade effect. We are not making a “B” grade movie. We are making a passionate love story which has to appeal to high class audience. This red panty combined with the hot action will show her like a whore. Not as a passionate lover. My heroine is not a randi. She is a passionate girl .”
I saw the expression in Rani’s face when the director said that. She was genuinely pleased with the director. She looked at him thankfully. Even I had to re-assess my opinion of the director. Afterall, the man was a gentleman who knew his art well.
The director immediately turned to Shyaam and said,
“get her another panty!”. Shyaam rushed to the adjoining room where costumes were kept. The director yelled to the touch up boy to touch her up. The touch up boy went near Rani and gave her a wiping.. In this costume, much of her flesh was exposed and he had a jolly good time wiping her thighs and neck. While wiping near the cleavage, I felt that his hands slid further and even penetrated her bra a little, but my wife showed no emotion After finishing wiping her top portion of the body. The boy kneeled in front of her. Rani was still sitting in the bed with her legs on floor. She was cross legged. The touch up boy said,
“Didi, pls spread you legs !” and gently uncrossed her legs himself. As he uncrossed her legs, her milky white thighs and the her panty was seen by all. Till yesterday, even if her sari raises a few inches above her foot, my wife would immediately lower it. But today, she was sititng in front of all these men spreading her legs and showing everyone her panty! What a transformation! The boy who had knelt in front of her had a close up view of her thighs and panty. The boy proceeded to wipe her thighs and even from this distance I could sense that he accidently brushed his fingers against her panty too. My wife remained blissfully unaware of this and she treated the boy in a very brotherly way affectionately because he had called her Didi. After his touch up was over, she even patted his buttocks in a friendly way. The boy shyly went to the corner of the room.
By the time touch up was over, Shyaam brought a while laced panty which was matching the white mini that she was wearing. He gave it to her and Rani immediately took it to the adjoining room. Again, She dint come out for quite some time.
The director was getting annoyed…..
“ Yeh Sali kya kar raha hai! Dekhne keliye Natraj ko andar beja tho who bhi time lega! ( What is this whore doing! If I send Natraj to see, he will also take his own time…) .
It was amazing that he dint have a tinge of hesitation to call my wife “Sali” when I was there. After a minute, the director became impatient and said,
“Rani….! Come out now! Its getting late!” There was such a commanding tone in his voice that my wife immediately rushed out of the room. The sight that we saw was simply unbelievable. My wife came out in the mini. But the panty which Shyaam had given her was just upto her thighs. It had not gone up the skirt at all. My wife was so scared of the director that she had come out of the room halfway wearing her panty. My God.!
Even the stubborn director was taken aback by this sight.
“Arey, Rani, U shud have worn it fully and then come out!” he said.
“No Sir, I tried but it is too tight for me!” Rani’s voice was almost feeble and it looked as though she wud die of shame. The director lost his cool again….
“Arey, what if it is tight, u shud have adjusted and worn it! “ So saying, he went near her and placed his hands on the panty and pulled it up . The director tried to pull it up but the panty was not able to accommodate the big buttocks of my wife and stood at thigh level only. Only then I noticed that while the director’s hands went beneath my wife’s skirt, the panty stood just where it was. His hands lingered inside her pantyless skirt for a few seconds. Rani was eaten by shame at this situation where a sixty year old man was trying to make her wear a tight panty in front of other men. All the men’s eyes were glued to her skirt and everyone’s mind was guessing what the director’s hands wud be doing under them. Rani was almost on the verge of tears because she thought that it was her fault that she was not able to wear the panty in time. After having explored with his hands himself ,the director by now was convinced that it was not Rani’s fault that she had such a big rounded ass and so he said soothingly,
“ hey, poor girl, this panty is too small for her! What can she do? Shyaam, u have to get another panty for her!” .
Rani who was almost on the verge of tears was now slightly relieved that the director understood that it was not her fault. She even gave a faint smile still oblivious to the director’s hands under her skirt. Seeing that the colour was returning in Rani’s face, the director pinched her ass cheeks mischievously and said in a joking way,
“Saali ki gaand bahuth badi hain!” (The ass of this whore is too big!). Everyone except me laughed at this lecherous joke about the ass of my wife. Even my wife dint mind being called Saali or being pinched in her naked ass cheeks and she too gave a relieved smile that the director was not shouting at her but instead joking at her. The director removed his hand from her skirt and went to discuss the lighting with Natraj. Rani rushed back to the room to change back to her old red panties. I noticed that she dint wait for a second to go into the room once the director had left her and I was proud that my wife still hadn’t lost her shyness and she remained the same loyal housewife who was ashamed to stand pantyless. She returned wearing her red panties with the same mini on her.
Shyaam went to the adjoining room and returned with a dozen panties but they all were about the same size as the white one. Since these panties had been ordered for regular slim heroines who sometimes had to use pads also to fill in these panties , they were all too small. Because Rani was a 28 yr old housewife with big fleshy buttocks, this panty problem has arisen. This time Natraj gave a suggestion.
“Ok, there’s a shop nearby, we will buy some new panties which will match Rani’s size”
The director too agreed. But neither Rani nor me knew her size since we always used to take one of her old panties to the shop and buy a new one.
Shyaam went to Rani and asked her the panty size and Rani simply blinked. She turned to me and I came to her rescue. I told Shyaam that we always buy giving the old one as sample. Immediately Shyaam said,
“OK, give me any old panty that u have!”. Since the prospect of Rani needing another panty never struck us that morning when we had come for audition for the tele-serial, obviously the only old panty of Rani was the red panty which was wearing now. Since I felt almost guilty that I dint even know the panty size of my wife despite having been married to her for 3 yrs, I cud not bring myself to say that to everyone. So before somebody cud raise a question, I myself told Rani to give the panty that she was wearing. Rani again looked at me as if to confirm whether I am actually asking her to remove the single panty that she had and remain pantyless before all these men.
I told her , we had no other option and anyway, she cud always cover up with her skirt. So Rani went to the adjoining room and removed her panty and came out and gave it to Shyaam. Shyaam collected the panty as if it were a gift and I saw him taking a sniff of my wife’s just worn panty while he was walking out of the room. My wife too noticed it and it was very clear that , she was highly embarrassed by the whole situation. After giving the panty, my wife walked upto the bed taking all possible care not to expose beyond her thighs and sat on the bed carefully crossing her legs so that there was no real danger of exposure. I too was relieved that my wife had handled herself with common sense and still managed to save her pride in front of these men. Thye director was busy telling Naren what he shud be doing in the scene while Natraj was adjusting the lighting for the forthcoming scene. Only myself and the touch up boy were standing idel and the director must have noticed this. He also noticed that my wife had started to sweat again! He immediately told the touch-up boy,
Arey, Panty aaney thak thumara kaam tho kar ke rakho! Saali is sweating like hell and u r standing and watching!” . I noticed that the director had by now successfully nicknamed my wife as “Saali”(Whore). The director’s shout had immediate effect. The touchup boy rushed to my wife and started to wipe my wife’s face and hands. He was even talking in a friendly way to my wife while wiping.
“Didi, I very lucky boy! I touch up for Preity Didi, Kareena Didi and they all become big star!” he said in his broken English. My wife took an instant liking to this innocent touch up boy and smiled at him.
“Bhaiyya, hope your luck works on me too! “ she said while allowing him to wipe the seat beads from her cleavage.
“U also become star Didi!” The touch up boy changed from wiping with sponge to direct hands and wiped off her cleavage. Because the fellow looked so innocent , my wife did not suspect for a moment why his hands were lingering around her breasts even after wiping the sweat.
“Thanks Bhaiyya! Thumara naam kya hain?” she asked while he was wiping her legs. The boy was kneeling before her by now and was wiping her legs in the cross-legged position!”
“my name Raamu Didi” He had completed to wipe her feet and knees.
“Acha naam hain!” my wife put her hands on the boys hairline and gently ran through his hair in an affectionate sisterly way.
“Thanks Didi!” said the boy and proceeded to uncross my wife’s legs by himself all by himself. He uncrossed her legs and because my wife was not wearing any panty, he cud see her hairy mound very clearly now. Not only him, every one of us present in the room were able to see my wife’s pussy mound and the hairy bush surround it. The director and Naren stopped their discussion and were eying my wife’s pussy. Especially Naren looked as though he was waiting for the scene to start so that he cud put his hands on this delicious mound which was erotically covered by hair. I even saw that Natraj was zooming his camera to cover my wife’s pussy. I wanted to warn my wife with my eyes but my wife was deeply in conversation with the touch up boy. The boy too, though he was initially taken aback by the sight of the bush of my my wife’s pubic area, he quickly returned to his normal self and was continuing the friendly conversation with her.
Already my wife was quite uncomfortable with this sexy costume. When she noticed that all the men in the room were staring at her assets which were well exposed by this dress, she became very shy and she almost rushed to me and hid herself behind my back.
“ Guhan Ji, Is it OK if I wear this dress?” She hissed in my ears. Before I could answer her, Shyaam told everyone in the room “ My God! If the stills of her in this costume come out, she can command atleast 60 lakhs for her next movie……!”. That observation of Shyaam settled the issue for me and I immediately told my wife
“Its OK, Darling, You look really sweet in this!”
“Sweet” is the last word anyone can think of when they saw my wife in that dress. She looked like a sex bomb who cud make a boner out of anyone. But still, I had to maintain a dignified image in front of her and not let her know that I am allowing her to wear this whorish dress just for the money. My wife must have been relieved….
“Ji, I was very tensed what u will say when I walk out in this dress! But Natraj Sir convinced me somehow….!” And her voice trailed off. What Natraj did to her in that room privately must have flashed in her mind. Since she now knew that I was approving of her wearing this dress, She became more confident. Exactly at the same time the director called “Alright, Rani and Naren, Come to the bed and take your position!” . As soon as she heard the director’s command, immediately my wife went to the bed almost like a schoolgirl obeying the orders of head master. It was amazing how the director had that scaring effect on her. Both Naren and Rani stood adjacent to the bed. The director started explaining the scene to them.
“See, Naren, you are alone with your girlfriend and the whole mood is very passionate. Secluded room. Your girlfriend’s dress is also very tempting. Your eyes should show that passion, that lust. Rani! You also become passionate. First Naren will come and hug you. You also have to hug him. You are also feeling very erotic. Naren, after hugging, you have to gently make her sit in the bed. Then u sit by her side, turn her face to you with your hands and kiss her on the lips. Let it be a long kiss. Keep kissing till I say cut.”
The scene started. As advised Naren hugged Rani. And She too hugged him. Then Naren made her sit on the bed. Till then my wife was in a standing position. But once she sat on the bed, the skirt portion of the mini which was barely covering her mini could not do it now and her fleshy thighs in all its fairness was evidently displayed to everybody. The red colour panty which she had worn in the morning whole coming for audition was also clearly visible. Natraj’s camera was gobbling up this Up-skirt panty show of my wife. Just When he acted as her brother, Naren was very passionate with her. Now, he was acting as her lover. And added to it , my wife’s sexy costume.
So needless to say, within a second he was all over her kissing her violently and sucking and licking her lips. My wife too responded to the kiss very favorably . This further kindled Naren and his hands explored her body boldly. Again he started with his favourite area, her ass cheeks, but this time he had the luxury of the mini. So, he easily pulled up her skirt and caressed her exposed thighs and then proceeded to Rani’s ass cheeks with just the red colour panty between his fingers and my wife’s naked buttocks. When it appeared as though he might even insert a finger into the panty, suddenly the director called “cut”. At that time Naren and my wife were too deeply immersed into a kiss that it took them about 5 more seconds to withdraw their lips from each other.
Naren pulled his fingers back from Rani’s ass cheeks very reluctantly. After the cut, he got up from the bed. The bulge in his pants was very distinct by now. I saw even Rani ogle at his bulge with a tinge of shyness. And I was observing one more interesting phenomena also. Everytime after Naren and Rani break up after a kiss scene, while Naren will simply walk away or stay still, my wife will always wipe her lips as if if she wipes the saliva of Naren off her lips , she would become a loyal family wife agaiun. I was wondering how she let Naren lick every inch of her lips during the scene but how she was behaving now. I was wondering why the director said cut when the scene was proceeding so very erotically.
After all , he had told them that he wanted a very erotic effect and that’s what he got. So everyone looked at the director. The director said, “See, the action is good, but somehow this red panty is not matching. In such an erotic scene red panty will give a cheep image and a “B” grade effect. We are not making a “B” grade movie. We are making a passionate love story which has to appeal to high class audience. This red panty combined with the hot action will show her like a whore. Not as a passionate lover. My heroine is not a randi. She is a passionate girl .”
I saw the expression in Rani’s face when the director said that. She was genuinely pleased with the director. She looked at him thankfully. Even I had to re-assess my opinion of the director. Afterall, the man was a gentleman who knew his art well.
The director immediately turned to Shyaam and said, “get her another panty!”. Shyaam rushed to the adjoining room where costumes were kept. The director yelled to the touch up boy to touch her up. The touch up boy went near Rani and gave her a wiping.. In this costume, much of her flesh was exposed and he had a jolly good time wiping her thighs and neck. While wiping near the cleavage, I felt that his hands slid further and even penetrated her bra a little, but my wife showed no emotion
After finishing wiping her top portion of the body. The boy kneeled in front of her. Rani was still sitting in the bed with her legs on floor. She was cross legged. The touch up boy said, “Didi, please spread you legs !” and gently uncrossed her legs himself. As he uncrossed her legs, her milky white thighs and the her panty was seen by all. Till yesterday, even if her sari raises a few inches above her foot, my wife would immediately lower it. But today, she was sititng in front of all these men spreading her legs and showing everyone her panty! What a transformation!
The boy who had knelt in front of her had a close up view of her thighs and panty. The boy proceeded to wipe her thighs and even from this distance I could sense that he accidently brushed his fingers against her panty too. My wife remained blissfully unaware of this and she treated the boy in a very brotherly way affectionately because he had called her Didi. After his touch up was over, she even patted his buttocks in a friendly way. The boy shyly went to the corner of the room.
By the time touch up was over, Shyaam brought a while laced panty which was matching the white mini that she was wearing. He gave it to her and Rani immediately took it to the adjoining room. Again, She dint come out for quite some time.
The director was getting annoyed…..
“ Yeh Sali kya kar raha hai! Dekhne keliye Natraj ko andar beja tho who bhi time lega! ( What is this whore doing! If I send Natraj to see, he will also take his own time…) .
It was amazing that he dint have a tinge of hesitation to call my wife “Sali” when I was there. After a minute, the director became impatient and said,
“Rani….! Come out now! Its getting late!” There was such a commanding tone in his voice that my wife immediately rushed out of the room. The sight that we saw was simply unbelievable. My wife came out in the mini. But the panty which Shyaam had given her was just upto her thighs. It had not gone up the skirt at all. My wife was so scared of the director that she had come out of the room halfway wearing her panty. My God.!
Even the stubborn director was taken aback by this sight.
“Arey, Rani, U should have worn it fully and then come out!” he said.
“No Sir, I tried but it is too tight for me!” Rani’s voice was almost feeble and it looked as though she would die of shame. The director lost his cool again….
“Arey, what if it is tight, you should have adjusted and worn it! “ So saying, he went near her and placed his hands on the panty and pulled it up . The director tried to pull it up but the panty was not able to accommodate the big buttocks of my wife and stood at thigh level only. Only then I noticed that while the director’s hands went beneath my wife’s skirt, the panty stood just where it was. His hands lingered inside her panty-less skirt for a few seconds.
Rani was eaten by shame at this situation where a sixty year old man was trying to make her wear a tight panty in front of other men. All the men’s eyes were glued to her skirt and everyone’s mind was guessing what the director’s hands would be doing under them. Rani was almost on the verge of tears because she thought that it was her fault that she was not able to wear the panty in time. After having explored with his hands himself ,the director by now was convinced that it was not Rani’s fault that she had such a big rounded ass and so he said soothingly,
“ hey, poor girl, this panty is too small for her! What can she do? Shyaam, you have to get another panty for her!” .
Rani who was almost on the verge of tears was now slightly relieved that the director understood that it was not her fault. She even gave a faint smile still oblivious to the director’s hands under her skirt. Seeing that the colour was returning in Rani’s face, the director pinched her ass cheeks mischievously and said in a joking way,
“Saali ki gaand bahuth badi hain!” (The ass of this whore is too big!). Everyone except me laughed at this lecherous joke about the ass of my wife. Even my wife dint mind being called Saali or being pinched in her naked ass cheeks and she too gave a relieved smile that the director was not shouting at her but instead joking at her. The director removed his hand from her skirt and went to discuss the lighting with Natraj. Rani rushed back to the room to change back to her old red panties. I noticed that she dint wait for a second to go into the room once the director had left her and I was proud that my wife still hadn’t lost her shyness and she remained the same loyal housewife who was ashamed to stand pantyless. She returned wearing her red panties with the same mini on her.
Shyaam went to the adjoining room and returned with a dozen panties but they all were about the same size as the white one. Since these panties had been ordered for regular slim heroines who sometimes had to use pads also to fill in these panties , they were all too small. Because Rani was a 28 yr old housewife with big fleshy buttocks, this panty problem has arisen. This time Natraj gave a suggestion.
“Ok, there’s a shop nearby, we will buy some new panties which will match Rani’s size”
The director too agreed. But neither Rani nor me knew her size since we always used to take one of her old panties to the shop and buy a new one.
Shyaam went to Rani and asked her the panty size and Rani simply blinked. She turned to me and I came to her rescue. I told Shyaam that we always buy giving the old one as sample. Immediately Shyaam said,
“OK, give me any old panty that u have!”. Since the prospect of Rani needing another panty never struck us that morning when we had come for audition for the tele-serial, obviously the only old panty of Rani was the red panty which was wearing now. Since I felt almost guilty that I dint even know the panty size of my wife despite having been married to her for 3 yrs, I cud not bring myself to say that to everyone. So before somebody cud raise a question, I myself told Rani to give the panty that she was wearing. Rani again looked at me as if to confirm whether I am actually asking her to remove the single panty that she had and remain pantyless before all these men.
I told her , we had no other option and anyway, she cud always cover up with her skirt. So Rani went to the adjoining room and removed her panty and came out and gave it to Shyaam. Shyaam collected the panty as if it were a gift and I saw him taking a sniff of my wife’s just worn panty while he was walking out of the room. My wife too noticed it and it was very clear that , she was highly embarrassed by the whole situation. After giving the panty, my wife walked upto the bed taking all possible care not to expose beyond her thighs and sat on the bed carefully crossing her legs so that there was no real danger of exposure. I too was relieved that my wife had handled herself with common sense and still managed to save her pride in front of these men. Thye director was busy telling Naren what he shud be doing in the scene while Natraj was adjusting the lighting for the forthcoming scene. Only myself and the touch up boy were standing idel and the director must have noticed this. He also noticed that my wife had started to sweat again! He immediately told the touch-up boy,
Arey, Panty aaney thak thumara kaam tho kar ke rakho! Saali is sweating like hell and u r standing and watching!” . I noticed that the director had by now successfully nicknamed my wife as “Saali”(Whore). The director’s shout had immediate effect. The touchup boy rushed to my wife and started to wipe my wife’s face and hands. He was even talking in a friendly way to my wife while wiping.
“Didi, I very lucky boy! I touch up for Preity Didi, Kareena Didi and they all become big star!” he said in his broken English. My wife took an instant liking to this innocent touch up boy and smiled at him.
“Bhaiyya, hope your luck works on me too! “ she said while allowing him to wipe the seat beads from her cleavage.
“U also become star Didi!” The touch up boy changed from wiping with sponge to direct hands and wiped off her cleavage. Because the fellow looked so innocent , my wife did not suspect for a moment why his hands were lingering around her breasts even after wiping the sweat.
“Thanks Bhaiyya! Thumara naam kya hain?” she asked while he was wiping her legs. The boy was kneeling before her by now and was wiping her legs in the cross-legged position!”
“my name Raamu Didi” He had completed to wipe her feet and knees.
“Acha naam hain!” my wife put her hands on the boys hairline and gently ran through his hair in an affectionate sisterly way.
“Thanks Didi!” said the boy and proceeded to uncross my wife’s legs by himself all by himself. He uncrossed her legs and because my wife was not wearing any panty, he cud see her hairy mound very clearly now. Not only him, every one of us present in the room were able to see my wife’s pussy mound and the hairy bush surround it. The director and Naren stopped their discussion and were eying my wife’s pussy. Especially Naren looked as though he was waiting for the scene to start so that he cud put his hands on this delicious mound which was erotically covered by hair. I even saw that Natraj was zooming his camera to cover my wife’s pussy. I wanted to warn my wife with my eyes but my wife was deeply in conversation with the touch up boy. The boy too, though he was initially taken aback by the sight of the bush of my my wife’s pubic area, he quickly returned to his normal self and was continuing the friendly conversation with her.Didi, this your first movie?” he asked as he applied sponge on her thighs and his eyes were feasting on my wife’s exposed cunt. Unaware that her precious mound was visible to all, my wife answered him,
“Ya, its my first movie!”
“Are, I very much surprise. Didi acting like experience heroine!” The touch up appreciated her acting performance as he deftly replaced the wiping of the sponge with his hands and his hands were groping up her thighs towards her mound in the pretext of wiping sweat. Though I tried frantically to catch my wife’s attention , I cud not and I was not able to walk in front of all these men to my wife to say that her mound was visible to all. I felt ashamed to do that. So, I kept trying to draw my wife’s attention to me. But the boy was doing everything to keep my wife in the same exposed position with his friendly talk. I cud see that Natraj had not moved for a second from his camera and I was sure that he was shooting the whole thing in the pretext of adjusting camera. My wife took this “experienced heroine” compliment with a shy blush. That was too much……here was my wife sitting in the centre of the room with her mound displayed to all and she was blushing for a praise.
“Hey Ramu, don’t say things just to make me feel happy!” She said with a smile.
“No No Didi, Ramu always tell correct. Any heroine I touch up, I judge correctly. Didi become big star” Ramu was again buttering my wife with praise while his hands caressed my wife’s thighs and was almost on the edge of Rani’s pussy. While praising my wife, Ramu also deftly spread her legs more wide and by now I cud even see the vagina of my wife very very clearly. I cud see Naren licking his lips in lust on seeing the spread pussy of my wife. Rani had completely forgotten that she was not wearing a panty and with slight prodding from the fingers of Ramu, she herself spread her legs wider to accommodate the prying hands of Ramu on her thighs so that he cud wipe her thighs out comfortable. I think it must have been too much of a control on Ramu till then and this time his fingers went up and touched the pussy mound of my wife. Since Rani had been fondled and kissed throughout the day, she must have felt highly passionate and juices must have been flowering from her pussy and when the boy touched her pussy, he felt that it was very very wet.
The moment his fingers touched Rani’s pussy, she came to her senses and immediately realized that she was not wearing a panty and she looked up at us and saw that Naren, director and Natraj were all looking at her mound. She understood that she was giving a free show of her mound to everyone in the room. As if in an involuntary reaction, she immediately closed in her thighs to prevent people seeing her mound. But she had forgotten about the 14 year old boy’s hands that were on her pussy and due to the closing action of her thighs , Ramu’s hands got gripped into her pussy.
Even then Ramu was keeping his cool and continuing wiping her pussy with his hands.. My wife realized that this boy’s hands were inside her pussy and she had to again spread her legs wide and removed his hands from her pussy and then closed back her legs. During this, again the free darshan was given to all . The boy acted surprised that she threw away his hands and said,
“Didi, it is very wet there. Lot of sweat. I will wipe it”. He was telling the wetness of my wife’s juice as sweat. My wife simply bowed her head and dint even bother to respond to him. Her legs were firmly crossed. It looked like my wife was about to lose her temper. She was angry with herself for allowing so many men see her mound and allowing a 14 ye old boy feel up her pussy and she was about to show her anger on the boy. The director understood the situation immediately. He immediately rushed near my wife and said,
“Arey Ramu, that wetness is different. You go!” and pushed the touch up boy away. He then turned to my wife and said,
“ Sali , just by kissing u have become so wet is it?” in a mocking way. He expected my wife to blush and give her usual timid smile. But the fact that so many had seen her pussy and worse they had all come to know that she was oozing cunt juices made my wife very embarrassed and she wud have felt like simply walking out the whole damn thing. Seeing that my wife did not respond with the usual blush, the director understood that she was tensed. He proceeded to convince her.
“Arey Rani, why r u upset. Such things happen. Do u know the famous Hema malini. I was an assistant director in her movie. There was a scene where she had to climb a tree wearing a sari. I had to stay under the tree to prompt the diologues to her. As I looked up to prompt the dialogues , I realized that she was not wearing any panty. I cud clearly see Hema’s pussy. I was very young then and the sight of this dream girl’s pussy was just too much. I forgot to prompt her the dialogues. Hema looked down at me and realized that I was looking at her pubic mound. She simply told all her dialogues herself without any prompting and after the scene she called me privately and told, “Sorry Bhaiyya, I forgot to wear a panty and distracted u!” . there was no trace of shyness in her voice that she had shown her pussy to me. She was very cool. Such professionalism u shud also have!” So saying, he touched my wife’s hair in very fatherly way and my wife wud have really been touched by this affectionate display of this strict director. She just placed her hands on his shoulders and started crying. The director hugged my wife and rubbed her back soothingly.
“Its alright Rani! Its alright! “ he kept telling. After crying for a minute , rani regained her poise and sat upright. Seeing that the director also was back to her normal self. He pinched her cheeks naughtily and said,
“Sali ka pussy dekh kar yeh budda ka lauda bhi bada hogaya!” and pointed at the erection at his pants. Everyone laughed except me. My wife too gave a faint smile and I cud even see traces of pride that she had given an erection to an old man.
The director returned to Naren and started giving instructions. Shyaam came back within a few minutes with a new set of panties and my wife went in to the adjoining room and returned quickly wearing one of them. She must have also had a face wash as the tears were gone from her face and her childish face looked as radiant as ever. That is the specialty of my wife. One moment she will look like a voluptuous sex bomb and next moment she can look like a innocent homely housewife. Anyone looking at her shy childish face now cannot believe that this is the same woman who had spread her legs and showed her cunt to all the men in the room.
She walked like a radiant princess and straightaway took her position in the bed. It was just then that I decided to go to the adjoining RTO office where I wanted to enquire something about renewing my driving license. I went to my wife and told her that I will be back about an hour or so later. She gave me a look as though she was frightened to be left alone in this room with these people. But I told her that I will try to be back within an hour and left.
When I was walking along the corridors only I realized that I had not brought my original license and so I had to go back. When I entered the audition room again, this time the lighting was very dull and I silently went to a corner chair and sat. I noticed that Naren was sitting by her side. But Natraj was still making some last minute changes in the lighting. So Naren and Rani were engaging themselves in a friendly conversation. I noticed that my wife had not noticed my coming back into the room again. Though unintentional, I thought that I got an opportunity to see how my wife behaves when I am not there. I started observing how Rani was moving with Naren. For the initial few seconds Rani was slightly uncomfortable and was not seeing Naren eye to eye because the thought that only a few minutes back , he had seen her hairy mound must have flashed in her mind. But Naren very carefully avoided any reference to that and he was talking to her very casually.
“Didi, u look so young in this dress……in fact younger than my college girls!”
“Don’t flatter me Naren” my wife blushed.
“No, No Didi, I am telling u the truth. If u walk into our college with this mini, people may think that u r a student of first year only! I am telling u that for sure!” when he said sure, just to stress his point, he pressed his hands on my wife’s mini. Half his hands were in contact with my wife’s mini and the other half on her thighs. My wife was too pleased with this comment and dint mind his placing his hand on her thighs. Since the director was still not satisfied with the lighting, Naren went on to tell an adult joke to her. I saw that my wife was really enjoying the joke and laughing. She even moved more closer to Naren so that she cud hear the jokes clearly. Naren took this as a positive sign and casually put his left arm around my wife’s shoulders while his right hand was still lingering over her thighs. I guess the next joke must have been explicitly vulgar…..because I cud clearly hear Naren say the words cock and cunt many times in the joke. My wife enjoyed that joke too. I saw that she was no more embarrassed with Naren and was comfortable with him to discuss sex jokes with explicit words. Naren sensed this too and he said to her,
“Didi, u have got very good boobs!” while saying this he looked at her cleavage that was exposed by the mini.
“All woman have it!” my wife was just bowing her head but she managed to answer him nevertheless thereby encouraging him to talk about her body.
“ no no didi, these ones are real special. Look how big & firm they are. Nobody will tell that u r married.!” He went on.
She asked Naren,
“why, what difference will marriage make?”
“ no no, its just that your boobs wud have been pressed many times, sucked and all that. So they will lose shape.. thats why?”
“ who told u if all these are done , then they will lose shape?” my wife asked.
“ that is what they generally say!”
“That’s wrong. U see me….” My wife blurted out and then she realized what she had said. She bit her lips.
“Didi, it means your husband must have done lots of boob sucking and pressing then…..?” Naren was asking her a very intimate question. My wife bowed shyly but she nodded her head affirmatively. Slowly, Naren’s left hand which was on her shoulders came down further and was nibbling at her exposed cleavage.
“u like it Didi?” Naren was probing further. My wife still cud not meet him in the eyes but mumbled an yes. This time Naren’s fingers slowly went on top of her breast over her mini and gently cupped them. My wife did not resist at all. She was closing her eyes and enjoying the breast cupping that Naren was giving her. Naren was balling her breast with increased confidence. At the same time, he kept talking to her also…..
Now, we are having a kissing scene na, how do u like to be kissed?”
My wife must have been taken aback by this question. She has not even discussed with me things like how to kiss. I have never once asked her whether she liked her boobs being sucked. But here she was discussing it with a total stranger. She remained silent. Naren helped her by giving some choices…..
“Didi , shall I bite your lips or lick them?” Now my wife had to make a choice. She said softly,
“Don’t bite….!”
“Ok didi, I wont bite, I will lick your lips ok……. I love putting my tongue on your soft lips and then lick your tongue also. Your lips are so sweet Didi. I will suck your lips also OK” I cud see that Naren was telling it in a very seductive way and while saying, his right hand which were on her thighs gently went underneath the skirt and he was mildly rubbing her thighs too. His left hand was gently balling her boobies. I cud see that this sexual talk had its effect on my wife and I cud see her taking deep breaths. Just then the director said.
“Ok, we are ready!”
He called “Camera, Action!”
Naren immediately started executing whatever he was planning with my wife during their talk. He pulled her closer to him and kissed her lips. Within a few seconds, he started licking her lips. I saw a change in my wife too this time. She too kissed him passionately and she also boldy extended her tongue and licked Naren’s lips. Both their tongues were alternatively going into each other’s mouth and it was difficult to tell whose tongue was where. Natraj also was facing the same problem. So he must have told the director. Immediately the director called “cut”. The director went near Naren and my wife and adjusted their faces such that their faces were sideways to the camera. He then asked them to kiss. As usual they were kissing each other very intimately but nothing was seen from outside. The director was not satisfied with this. He asked Naren to get up and he himself sat next to my wife. He then kissed my wife on her lips. Because, it was a sixty year old man and that he dint look that good enough, my wife was not very inclined to kiss him. But her fear of the director made her sit there and receive the kisses. The director held my wife’s head and tilted it expertly so that the camera cud clearly see what was happening. Then he put out his tongue and slowly licked my wife’s lips. His tongue was running through her lips as if he was licking some jam. He then ordered,
“Rani, put out ur tongue!” Rani did as she was told. Then again in open view, he met her tongue with his tongue and played with it. After having demonstrated how to lick my wife’s lips clearly, he told Naren to do as he he had done and came back. This time Naren did exactly as he was told and camera cud capture the meeting of my wife’s tongue with Naren’s tongue very clearly. Then Naren slid my wife on the bed and started kissing her from her feet. He went up slowly and kissed her knees and thighs. He gently raised her skirt and planted kisses just near her white laced panty. He even licked the insides of her thighs. My wife bit her lips and was enjoying the tongue caressing of Naren in her thighs. Naren then took his face further up and brushed his face on her breasts. Since in the already shot mother care scene, he had put his head on her breast, this time also he stuck his head in between my wife’s big boobs and my wife automatically encircled her arms around his head and pressed them against her boobs. Naren kissed her cleavage and licked the ridge between her boobs with his tongue. He then went up to her face and kissed her lips . The director said “cut”. Naren was about to get up. But the director said,
No Naren, u remain where u are! Once I come near and tell u , u can continue from there onwards” He then proceeded to discuss the camera angles with Natraj leaving my wife lying on the bed with Naren on top of her. Seeing that the director might take some time, Naren again started discussing with her something intimate. I cud see that in the position that they were lying, my wifes’ skirt was raised well above and her panty was exposed and Naren’s cock (inside his pants) was just pressing against my wife’s panty. I even saw that while talking to my wife, he was slowly moving his hips so that his cock brushed against her panty. It was clearly evident that once again he was discussing about her sex life as I cud see my wife lower her head shyly. Naren’s face was so close to my wife’s face and sometimes his lips brushed against hers also. The sight of my wife lying there with her skirt raised and her panty exposed must have been very tempting for anyone and I cud see that the touch up boy immediately went near my wife and started touching up her legs. My wife cudn’t even see him because Naren was on top of her but by this time she was very familiar with the touch of this 14 yr old boy, she dint even raise her head to see who was rubbing his hands on her legs and thighs. Naren too slightly spread his legs and exposed my wife’s legs to accommodate this boy’s touching up. Even as Naren spread his legs , I noticed that he did not move his hips away from my wife’s and his cock was still pressing against my wife’s panty. With Naren on top of her and Ramu rubbing her thighs my wife must have looked like a seasoned whore to anyone and Shyaam who was watching all this found it too very hard to resist.
He just went up to my wife and sat by the side of the bed. He took her hands in his hands and kissed it.
“U look so great Rani, too sexy, just too good! You acted out this scene very well” he kept saying and wud have planted atleast 20 kisses on her hands. My wife simply blushed.. Seeing that my wife was not treating him as an intrusion, Shyaam felt encouraged and he turned to Naren and said,
“ Naren, I saw that u were sucking her lower lips. Why don’t u try sucking her upper lip alone….? See, let me show u…….” So saying, Shyaam bent upon my wife’s face and kissed her and sucked her upper lips alone. Naren too got the hint and once Shyaam removed his lips from my wife’s lips, Naren sucked my wifes upper lips and asked Shyaam,
Shyaam and Naren kissed and sucked my wife’s lips alternatively for 4 ,5 times. My wife was just lying there allowing her lips to be licked at by 2 strangers.
“while kissing, why don’t u put a hand on her boobs sideways like this and press them together so that the fleshiness of Rani’s boobs gets exposed well through this top cut of the mini.” Shyaam kept his hands on both sides of my wife’s boobs and pressed them. Naren too followed suit and they took turns at pressing my wife’s boobs. My wife had by now reached a highly charged state and she was eagerly responding to their kisses. At one stage both Shyaam and Naren were extending their tongues in front of my wife’s face and my wife met both their tongues with hers. She was feeling extremely hot and her cunt juices were flowing out of her panty too. The boy who was touching up her thighs and was fondling her very close to her pantyline saw that juice was flowing out and he started rubbing the juice on her thighs. My wife was too engrossed in licking both the men’s lips and tongues that she failed to notice that Ramu’s hands was gradually entering her panty and was slowly trying to explore her mound. While trying to rub my wife’s panty , the touch up boy’s hands came in contact with Naren’s cock which was pressing against her cunt and he rubbed both my wife’s cunt as well as Naren’s cock. This cock rubbing had a great stimulating effect on Naren and he forcefully kissed my wife and bit her lips. When he had bit my wife’s lips in the morning, my wife was new to all this but at this moment she was in highly passionate mood and she put both hands on Naren’s head and sucked his lips with great passion. Naren was pleased by this and once she released him, he said,
“Thanks Didi!” Watching this, Shyaam was stroking himself in his pants. When Naren and Rani broke their kiss, Shayam asked “what about me?” My wife looked at him as if what he wants. Shyaam was sitting sideways near my wife’s hands and he gently took her hands and placed it on his bulging cock. My wife started to strike it while she again tongue kissed Naren. Suddenly Shyaam must have remembered something and said,
“Rani, U r so good! Why don’t we sign the agreement today itself?” Since my wife was too deeply involved in licking Naren’s face she failed to hear this. Shyaam turned to me and called me nearby to discuss about agreement. I went and stood near the bed where my wife was oblivious of my presence and she was running her tongue wild on Naren’s ears and face. She was also fervently stroking Shyaam’s cock. Despite my wife stroking his cock Shyaam very professionally asked me , “ Guhan, shall we sign the agreement today itself?” I thought that things had gone too far and decided that there was no point going back now. I said “OK , we will sign it today itself!” On hearing the voice of her husband in such close quarters, my wife gave a jerk and withdrew her face from Naren . She also stopped stroking Shyaam and turned and looked at me.”Guhan ji, when did u come?”she blurted out. Though my wife cud control herself and withdraw on seeing me, Naren was by now too deeply passionate and he kept licking my wife’s face while she was talking to me. Shyaam’s cock too was by now enjoying the soft stroking of my wife’s hands and he too promptly took back her hands and placed them on his cock and started rubbing her hands against his cock. My wife was highly embarrassed to face me in this position. Imagine facing the husband with a guy lying on top of u and licking u and a guy is being stroked by u and a boy who is sniffing at your cunt . must have been really awkward position. But still my wife managed to say,
“Guhan ji, practice is going on till lighting arrangements” she managed to say. Just as she completed the sentence Naren ran through his tongue on the cheeks of my wife. My wife looked at me with her eyes showing real fear. I too had reached my breaking point and was about to shout at her “U horny bitch!” when Shyaam noticed the angry expression on my face. He told me,
“Guhan ji , shall we put in the agreement all these 50 lakhs or shall we show a less amount in writing..otherwise u may have income tax problem u know!” . Once he mentioned that 50 lakhs, I came to my senses and immediately said in a soft voice,
“ya ya we will show only less amount in the agreement.” Shyaam said,
“That’s right. I must tell u Guhan ji that your wife is co-operating with us excellently. Why don’t u appreciate her for that?” While he said this his hands were still rubbing my wife’s hands on his pants. I turned to my wife and gave a very nice smile and said,
“That’s very good darling. I am glad that u r co-operating!” My wife gave a relieved look and she said to me,
“Thanks Guhan ji”. Before she cud complete the sentence Naren had kissed her on her mouth and my wife too, with the relief that I have no objection, took part very eagerly in the kiss. I even saw that, Shyaam had removed his hands and my wife was by herself stroking him. I went back to my position in the corner of the room and resumed watching the whole thing. Watching my wife’s whorish display in such close proximity had given me an erection and since in this corner , no one cud see me very clearly due to poor lighting, I gently started stroking myself watching Naren lick my wife and Shyaam getting stroked
By this time the director and Natraj had made all arrangements and the director announced ,
“Alright, lets start!” I was surprised that he or Natraj dint even bother to comment on the mini orgy that was going on during the break and I guessed that they must be used to such orgies by heroes and heroines during shootings. Immediately, Shyaam left the place. The touch up boy quickly removed his hands from my wife’s panty and went up and wiped her face and went to the corner. The scene resumed. Naren continued his licking and sucking. My wife too acted very well. The passionate scene was shot for some ten minutes. The director was shouting from the background,
“ Lick her lips!”
“Haan, put ur tongue inside!”
“ Saali, Why are u keeping quite, u too suck him!”
“Naren, press that randi’s (whore’s) boobs!
“Sali, turn this side and show ur cleavage to the camera!”
“Put ur hands on his head while he is licking you!”
“Lick that Randi’s face Naren, let her face be fully covered with your saliva!”
“Sali, spread your legs a little. Natraj , zoom on her panty.”
“ Now go up, zoom on her boobies. Sali ki choonchiya bahuth badi hain. ( The breasts of this bitch is too big). Let the whole world see how much big breast this whore has got!”
Already Naren and my wife were giving a great passionate display. With such expert guidance from the director, the scene became very erotic.
Naren, camera is on her boobs. Put your tongue there!”
“Rani, press his face on your boobs. Let his tongue lick ur total cleavage.”
“ Now, go for a face close-up Natraj…..!”
“Hey Naren, slightly lift ur head. Let the camera foucus on this Randi’s face”
Naren who was intimately kissing my wife lifted his head. My wife dint like this intervention. Her face was showing disappointment.
“Hey rani, ur face shud show enjoyment” The director was yelling at her. But when Naren was doing all the kissing and fondling, my wife’s face was very passionate. When he stopped , it was very difficulty for her to show that emotion. After all this was her first day at acting. She tried to twist and bite her lips and all that but the director was not very happy with her expressions.
He shouted “ Randi, Don’t show your childish face! everyone here knows that you are a top class whore and u can take all the cocks here. Show your horny expressions!” But still my wife cud not satisfy the director.
The director decided that he had to act .He walked near her and sat by her legs. He asked Natraj to focus only on her face. Then he did a very unexpected thing. He coolly inserted his hands into my wife’s panty and touched her naked cunt. From the position of his hand , it looked like he had inserted his finger into her cunt. It wud have gone in very easily since by now everyone cud see that cunt juice was flowing out of her panties along her thighs. He started fucking her cunt with his fingers. My wife gave a gasp “Ahhhhhh” when he inserted his fingers but once the director set himself into a rhythmic motion , she closed her eyes and enjoyed the finger fuck of this sixty year old man. The director rounded his finger and changed angles and was expertly finger fucking her.
“Ahhhhhhh Nooooooooo,………!” My wife was shouting and enjoying herself and Natraj’s camera was taking in all her horny expressions. After that close up was over the director pulled his fingers from her cunt and to my shock openly put it into his mouth and sucked her cunt juice which was sticking to his fingers.
“Sali ki fuck juice masth hain. (The cunt juice of this bitch is tasty). One day I have to allot for licking her cunt alone. Now there is no time!” he dint even bother that I was there in the room when he said that. He also proceeded to explain how he learnt this finger technique.
“Standard technique! Always works. I have tried it with Jayaprada, meenakshi sheshadri and all. Almost all whores fall for this. Only Randi who is an exception to this was Shabana Azmi.”
He paused for a second and then said
“To get the expression out of that whore, finger fuck wont do. U have to lick her pussy!”
Then he went back near the camera and gave instructions for continuing the scene
After the finger fuck of director, my wife was looking restless. She resembled a horny bitch now. Once the director told “Action” this time, I cud see that my wife was biting Naren’s lips vigourously .She had put her hands on him and was hugging him tightly . She even slid her hands down and pressed Naren’s ass against her hips. As the scene got hotter, I cud see that she was repeatedly prodding Naren’s buttocks and pressing as if to signal that she wanted a fuck.
But the scene was being shot and obviously Naren cud not oblige her. But by this time, my wife was totally out of her senses and was in a height of passion. The director calling her repeatedly “randi” and “Sali” also must have played in her mind and she started almost behaving like one. When she found that Naren was only petting her breasts and kissing, she looked like as if she was craving for a cock. But this young college boy was really no match my wife and it was becoming very clear that it was my wife who was controlling the action in the bed. At one point, my wife became very horny and she pulled Naren’s head to her face and bit his lips with passion. Naren’s lips were pulled by my wife’s teeth and he even gave a shout “Ah” . But my wife still did not stop. She also started gyrating her hips so that her panties rubbed against Naren’s cock. The situation was clearly going out of control. Sensing this, the director immediately said “cut.” On hearing the cut, Naren must have been very much relieved and immediately tried to get up. But my wife forcibly pulled him back to her and kept licking at his face and ears and only after director shouted,
“Hey Randi, Leave him!” she came to her senses and withdrew her hands. Naren literally jumped out of the bed and went straight to the toilet. The wetness in his pants showed that he had ejaculated within his pants because of persistent hip rubbing by my wife. This time my wife’s face showed more anger than shame. From morning, the repeated fondling and kissing had made her very very horny . All she needed now was a good fuck and she was angry that she was not getting it now. Sensing my wife’s anger, Shyaam did not go near her this time. But the touch up boy Ramu had a job to do. During this erotic scene shooting, since my wife had been very very active , she was sweating like anything now and so Ramu had to go near her . by this time my wife had got up and was sitting at the edge of the bed. Ramu stood next to her and started wiping her face and neck. My wife’s face showed that still she was very very horny and she started looking at this young boy with lot of lust. She herself pulled his hands towards her breast and when Ramu was as usual lingering on the edges of her cleavage, she pulled his hands into her bra. Ramu looked around and saw that everyone was busy. So he too took the chance and put his fingers inside my wife’s bra and kneaded her fleshy breasts. But my wife was not satisfied with this light kneading. She wanted her breasts to be crushed. She herself put her hands over Ramu’s hands and pressed it. She led his fingers to her nipples and said in a soft voice,
Ramu Bhaiyya, Zara idhar bhi karna!” (Ramu, Pls do it here also!”)
Ramu was too shocked but he obliged my wife by saying,
“Ok didi!” His fingers were now into her bra and they were twisting and turning my wife’s nipples . My wife gave a erotic sigh and closed her eyes and enjoyed this nipple twisting by this 14 yr old boy. Ramu was by now having an erection and since he was wearing only trousers, his cock had shifted towards one side and was peaking high. Since his trousers were lose and he dint wear any underwear , his cock cud be seen from beneath. My wife opened her eyes and because she was sitting and Ramu was standing by her side, the first thing she saw was Ramu’s naked cock trying to come out of his trousers. She cud also see a glint of pre cum in the tip of the cock. On seeing that precum, my wife licked her lips. I must tell u here that my wife has never sucked me. Though I had requested her some times, she had always refused it saying that such things are not done by chaste family women. But now, I saw that she was ogling this 14 year old boy’s tender cock with lust and licking her lips. This sight made me too hot and my stroking of my cock gained pace. My wife looked around and saw if anyone was watching. As usual, Natraj and Director were arguing over some camera angle in one corner. Shyaam and Naren had left for a smoke. She then looked in my direction and saw that I was watching them. Our eyes met for a few seconds.
My wife saw that I was stroking myself on seeing her. She saw the erect cock in my hand and she saw the to and fro motion of my hands. My wife stared at me blankly as if she was hesitating what to do since I was watching. After almost a day full of fondling and kissing, she appeared to be a bitch in heat. She took a decision that even if her husband was watching, her passion was too much to resist and her hands gently slid along Ramu’s trousers below. She put her hands through the lower portion of his trousers and exposed his cock openly. Now his cock was in open air dangling just in front of my wife’s face. Again my wife looked at me for a second. Then she turned to Ramu. She slowly moved her face towards Ramu and planted a soft kiss on the tip of his cock. She then slowly let out her tongue and licked his cock in small circles. Initially she licked the sides and then she licked the tip also along with the precum. Ramu gave an excited sigh . Having tasted his cock, my wife was convinced that cock sucking was’nt as bad she had feared and in fact this cock should have tasted good in her mouth. So she was into full fledged sucking. She sucked him for about a minute and when she had brought his cock to about 12 inches , she withdrew her mouth. She lifted her skirt above her panties and slightly pushed her panty to one side. She again gave a cunt darshan to this boy and said,
“Bhaiyya, zara apni didi ko chodo na…..! Dekho Didi kitni garam ho gayi!”
(Brother, Pls fuck your sister, see how hot your sister has become!” and gently took his hands and placed on her mound. Ramu cud immediately feel both the wetness and hotness of her mound.
“Bhaiyya, chodo na muje!” ( Brother, fuck me !” ) I was shocked to see my wife use such words, that too to a young boy who was half as old as her. I realized that my wife had become too desperate now. By this time Shyaam and Naren also had returned but were just standing in a corner and watching this amazing scene of my wife begging a 14 yr old for a fuck. For Ramu, all this must have been too much. After all he was just 14 and this experience of a heroine sucking his cock and spreading her cunt and asking him to fuck him must have been a new experience for him and he had become too very emotional and dint know what to do. My wife mistook his silence as if he wants some more cock sucking and she dutifully licked his cock for some more time. This was too much for Ramu and just as my wife withdrew her mouth from his cock , Ramu ejaculated. The drops of his cum just missed my wife’s face . The whole scene of a 14 year old boy ejaculating in front of my wife’s childish face made me real hot. My wife looked like a cheap whore when those cum drops of a low class touch up boy flew near her face and I found that this was too erotic for me and my cock was throbbing like anything. My strokings increased and I too ejaculated. My wife looked annoyingly at the semen drops that flew from the cock of this boy. My wife cud not have her fuck again. She was very disappointed. Instinctively she turned and looked at me and saw that I was also enjoying an orgasm and this must have infuriated her further. Everyone seemed to enjoy an orgasm except for my wife.
Just then the director approached my wife and saw what had happened. He glanced down and saw that Ramu had wet the floor and told Ramu
“Hey boy, woh tho Randi hain. Kuch bhi karega. Kisiko bhi chodega! Magar thum behave karna chahiye na!”
(She is a prostitute and she will do anything. She will fuck anybody. But you have to behave yourselves!)
Ramu repeatedly kept telling “Sorry Saab! Galthi hogaya!”
The director must have taken pity on him. Afterall who can resist such a beauty like my wife spreading her pussy and sucking cock! The director said matter of factly,
“Ok, clean this mess!”
Then he went to Rani who was still in an agitated state after having missed a fuck with the boy. He gently place his arms around her in a comforting way and said,
“Ok Sali. Today we will stop this audition and continue with the shooting tomorrow!”
He turned to Shyaam and asked him when is the distributor’s meet. Shyaam told it was on the day after tomorrow. The director turned to me and said, we are planning for a small party for our main distributors that night. U can bring ur wife and we can introduce our new heroine to the distributors. I nodded my head. Then he turned to my wife and helped her get up from the bed. My wife who was expecting that another scene wud be shot and somehow she cud get Naren fuck her this time was disappointed that the audition had come to an end.
The director understood this and gave her a friendly hug. He said to her,
“Are meri sweet randi, I know how u feel! That’s why I have got a gift for u. He then put his hands in his pocket and took out the car keys of a Honda City. He kissed my wife on her lips and said,
“Sali, this car is for u ! Because I know how hot u feel, I have arranged a car driver also!”
he then called out
Daniel, come here…..!” and next moment a well built Six feet tall Negro walked into the room. He was dressed in white and white in a driver’s uniform. He obviously did not wear an underwear and his penis had slid to one side of his pants. My God, it was almost touching his knees. Daniel went and stood dutifully in one corner. The director pointed towards Daniel and said to my wife,
“He will be your personal chauffer!” I cud see that my wife was ogling at the crotch of this Negro and when she saw that this negro was quite well hung, I cud see that she was again licking her lips.
The director pulled my wife towards himself and put his hands into her skirt. He pinched her cheeks and said in her ears softly,
“He can drive anything u want him to! He will be your slave” He gently licked my wife’s ears after saying this.
I cud see that my wife was too very overjoyed upon this new development. She was looking at Daniel as if he were a toy and she was a baby who cant wait to play with it. The color returned in her face now and she was back to her cheerful self.
The director turned to me and put his arms around my shoulders . he took me aside and said,
“I am telling u from my personal experience . I have worked with many actresses. They are all Randis. And ur wife also has become a Randi today. So u alone cannot keep her in control. Its better to keep a guy like Daniel by ur side to satisfy her if things go out of hand!”
By this time, I was too shocked and dint say anything.
My wife was now telling good night to the director. She herself went and hugged him and gave him an affectionate kiss .The director also hugged her affectionately.
“Thanks for the special gift!” My wife said to him.
“Enjoy kar, Sali”the director said . He pinched her cunt and said,
“Sali ka pussy masth hain. (Bitch’s cunt is very good) . But shave and come for next shooting. Otherwise in swimsuit scenes, your bush will also be seen. Then everyone will fall flat like our touch up boy looking at your hairy cunt!” everyone including my wife laughed at this joke. Then Rani went up to her co-star Naren .She playfully put her fingers on his hair and said,
“Hey Boy, U cud not even hold ur dick for some time. U wet it so soon .I am making u sooo hot and u call me Didi…Anyway better luck next time Bhaiyya!”
Naren smiled and accepted her wishes.
She went to Shyaam too and kissed him and squeezed his cock with her hands. Natraj himself came to her and knelt in front of her and raised her skirt, gently pulled her panties and planted a soft kiss on her cunt. My wife took this kiss on her cunt gracefully and moved ahead. Just as she was about to leave the room, she remembered the touch up boy Ramu and called him towards her and fondly hugged him too. She even slid her fingers into his trousers and gently squeezed his cock. I cud see that some of the cum that were still on his cock came on to my wife’s hands too. But she dint seem to mind squeezing his wet cock.
I said to her softly,
“Rani, shall we go!”
She said , “ Ya Guhan ji, just make sure that Daniel is there!”
My wife’s audition was successfully over……
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