I heard a low whistle, but this was nothing unusual when I took my wife out.
My wife is nothing short of a bombshell. Three years of marriage and a baby had little effect on her perfect figure. In fact she had blossomed into a ravishing beauty of 24 years. Her skinny jeans from our college days were still ok, only a little tight around her shapely ass.
Luckily her pretty boobs had only grown in cup size, to 34D, without sagging a bit. She had grown out her hair to below boob length, getting a haircut only if it was necessary. Standing at five and a half feet, she could be a cover page model, with her big eyes and peachy complexion.
Ayesha was a year senior to me in college, and it had taken the better part of two years to woo her. She had agreed to marry me because I’m a half-foot taller than her and complemented her looks.
She wasn’t a virgin when we started dating. Taking charge of my dick at the very first chance in a hostel room, she had taken my virginity.
I was nervous about this sudden shopping spree. Ayesha was shopping for her first web series. Over the years, many people had suggested that she go for modeling or acting. She had finally built the courage and cleared an audition. The producers had paid her to do her own shopping, so here we were, looking at stores we’d never ventured into.
First on the list was skirts and shorts. A paper in my hand had specific instructions: skirts not longer than 16 inches and shorts 10 inches.
Nervously I asked Ayesha, “Can’t you wear modest clothes?”
“Baby, it’s a web series. People just watch once and forget. It’s no big deal,” she said while selecting a few skirts and moving to the changing rooms.
A young guy opened the door for us and counted the pieces. Ayesha dropped her jeans and stepped into a red micro-mini. It looked shorter than required but no words were coming out of my mouth. Her long waxed legs were on full display and the tight skirt was making her ass an object of desire.
I heard a deep breath and looked over my shoulder to see the trial attendant watching my wife from behind me. His jeans were bulging at the groin and he quickly repositioned his cock.
Strangely, I wasn’t upset but had a hard-on myself. It was as if I was in school, flipping through Penthouse, looking at the picture of a super-hot model.
As soon as I adjusted my dick, I noticed my wife had dropped the skirt and got into a pair of shorts. Every time she was in between skirts, her thong panty was barely hiding her shaved cunt. Had this happened in full view of the attendant? I wasn’t sure, but when I looked over my shoulder, he was still around, acting as if he was picking up clothes.
I’ll let him enjoy his view I thought and got back to the beautiful view of my wife in a pair of white shorts. What made the shorts special was that it looked as if she was only wearing a shirt with nothing under. The shirt covered her shorts completely, showing only the panty line through the shirt.
Ayesha saw me, and the guy behind me. For a moment, everyone froze in their spot. Before she could say anything, the attendant vanished. She just smiled and put her hand on my groin, gently squeezing my dick. “I’ll take care of this later,” she said giving me a pout with her rosy lips.
Next, we went to a designer store to look at crop tops. The paper was clear, off-shoulder or sleeveless tops, with at least one piece showing the waist clearly.
The same story repeated, with me holding the door open and her trying different tops. This time, Ayesha was enjoying the exhibition of her own body. She had on a very small bra, barely covering her boobs. As she opened her shirt, the young attendant boy stood glued to his spot, not even acting like he was doing something.
Ayesha clearly saw him and quietly told me, “This is good practice for my shoot, I’m getting confidence. I won’t be nervous when people look at me.”
I was thinking in my head that this boy is going to jerk off later thinking about my wife. Oddly it didn’t bother me a bit. I would’ve jacked off myself in the mall toilet if I wasn’t married to this sex goddess! I was holding a few clothes in my left hand and rubbing my dick with my right hand under the clothes.
The aisle ended to my right and there was no one on that side. Luckily it was three pm, with hardly any shoppers in sight. I glanced casually over my shoulder and saw the boy had his hand inside his jeans. When I looked back at Ayesha, she winked at me, “Baby I’ll give him a treat. Don’t say anything.”
Her eyes were sparkling with excitement and lust. Slowly she put on a black top showing off 4 inches of her narrow midriff. When she turned around, I heard a sigh from the boy behind. Her flat stomach was displaying a gold stud through the belly button. I was shocked, “When did this happen?” I asked her. “Baby it’s for the series, I’ve been planning for months for this.”
“Is the show over, can we go to the cash register?” I was saying when she took off her top, and with it her bra came off! My wife’s pretty boobs were open in the changing room, one of them covered with her hair and the other fully visible to anyone who walked in at that moment.
The boy suddenly got bolder and stepped forward. He asked Ayesha if she needed different sizes. Ayesha just replied casually that the last one was a bit tight, raising her hand to display her smooth shaved armpit. Then she moved her hair out of the way to display her second boob to the boy while she wore her bra again.
The right boob had a script tattoo under it, it was our baby’s name. But it didn’t matter, it just made her irresistibly hot. We heard a sharp breath and immediately there was a wet patch on the boy’s jeans. Ayesha was smiling. The boy went away and we moved to the next stop.
My wife got a hair spa while I flipped through some magazines. When I looked at her chair, I was surprised. Her stylist was trimming a good two inches of her hair. I decided to keep quiet because I knew she would just repeat that this is for the shoot or something.
I noticed the stylist getting unnecessarily close as he was talking to my wife, almost kissing her cheeks and rubbing his face in her silky hair. He put his hands on her shoulders more than once and bent over her head. He probably had a clear view of her cleavage I thought, getting horny again.
Ayesha’s hand was near her crotch. She would be fingering herself I thought. She was always turned on by a haircut. I saw a text from her that the stylist is gay so I shouldn’t worry. Then I saw them joking and laughing, the stylist squeezed both of Ayesha’s boobs asking her if she had gotten a boob job. She just laughed, telling him not to ask silly questions.
By this time, my mind had stopped working and my dick had started ruling my body.
I saw the stylist make a parting in Ayesha’s hair from the top of her right eyebrow straight across and curving down behind her ear. He took out a straight razor and at first he shaved under her thick brows to shape them. Then he got close and they were talking, their lips almost touching.
Suddenly, he started shaving the parted hair section with his razor. Before I could stop them, there was a white patch on the left side of Ayesha’s head. It was too late. I just watched in a shocked but horny state as he shaved the left side completely and proceeded to shave the tip of her right sideburn at her request.
Then he colored her hair deep violet and did her makeup. After a shampoo, blow-dry and flat iron, Ayesha was looking like a new person who is a total slut. Since there was no going back, I asked the stylist to shave the right sideburn completely to level with her ear. The stylist complied.
Both of Ayesha’s cheeks were clean shaved. Ayesha gave the stylist a tight hug, pressing her boobs on his chest (I knew she did this to pleasure herself). When she tried to kiss his cheek, he surprised her by kissing her squarely on her lips. Although a dry, gay kiss, it gave me an erection thinking that this was almost like a cuckold experience.
One thing was left on her list, so we quickly paid and went to the nearest jewelry shop. Ayesha picked a silver stud and got her left nostril pierced.
After completing her makeover, we had no time to go home, so we drove straight to the hotel for her shoot. As we had reached an hour early, we decided to make the best use of time by immediately undressing and kissing like desperate teenagers.
Soon, we undressed and Ayesha got on top of me. She rode me for a good 10 minutes, until she finally convulsed into a strong orgasm. I pulled her down and put my face in her neck, stroking her constantly. The cocoa butter lotion on her neck was smelling irresistible, I licked her shaved side of her head making her orgasm again.
Then, pulling her hair with my left hand, I buried my face in her yummy neck to cum like a horny bull.
Exhausted we both lay there till the bell rang. Ayesha hurried to the bathroom, picking up her clothes and I quickly got dressed. I was surprised to see two young guys with some camera stands and equipment. They looked familiar and I recollected that they were aspiring artists who lived one floor above us in our building.
“Hi, I’m Rohit. I’m the male lead,” said the handsome looking guy. We shook hands and he introduced me to the cameraman-director in one. Ayesha came out in a semi-decent dress.
It was a romantic scene. At first they exchanged dialogues like girlfriend and boyfriend. It was interesting to watch them, as a third person. Then they were holding hands like new lovers, at which point I was getting horny looking at them. I had butterflies in my stomach like when I saw the gay stylist kissing my wife, and I was enjoying the scene of my wife on the verge to cuck me.
Ayesha came over and asked me if I want to step out for the next scene because it’s a kissing shot. I said I was ok because I guessed they would be kissing with glass in between. Ayesha shook her head sideways and said, “Baby it’s a web series, we don’t have time and editing experience to do all that.”
Her cocoa butter scent was making me so horny all over again. I couldn’t think clearly with her hair in my face but it sank my heart that my sexy wife was going to kiss this hunk in real life. I just asked her to make it quick, pulling a blanket over myself to hide my gradual erection.
As the cameraman was explaining to Rohit how to put his fingers in Ayesha’s hair, I slid my hand inside my jeans to rub my cock.
“I love you,” said Rohit and pulled my wife by her waist with one hand, his other hand was holding her head. She moved forward and tried to kiss on his lips as it was scripted. Rohit meanwhile stuck out his tongue and licked her upper lip, then entered her mouth without invitation and gave a slap on Ayesha’s ass.
Instead of breaking free, Ayesha giggled, gladly accepting his smooch and openly smooched him back. I could see her tongue sticking out many times in between their kissing. Rohit suddenly dropped into the sofa behind him and Ayesha had no other option but to sit down with him. She fell straight into his lap and sat there comfortably without even trying to move away.
Now, Rohit had his hand around Ayesha’s ass. They were getting into a full make-out session when the cameraman called cut. He told them makeout is not in the script but since it started they have to make it look realistic. To make the scene intense he asked Ayesha to remove her bra. She pulled out her bra and threw it aside. Then he got some water from the sink and sprinkled on her shirt making her tits visible.
I could see that Ayesha was still in Rohit’s lap and both were dying to kiss. Still not satisfied, the cameraman went and held both of Ayesha’s nipples in his fingers, rubbing them gently. There was pin-drop silence in the room. The cameraman came back to his position. I saw Ayesha’s tits were hard and sticking out now.
As soon as the cameraman said action, Ayesha pulled Rohit’s mouth towards herself, sticking out her tongue at the same time to receive him.
I had never imagined my wife looked so tempting while kissing. Her deep violet hair was contrasting with her milky white skin. It was too much for any man to resist.
Rohit pulled down on her top, exposing her cleavage. Both his hands we cupping her boobs. He paused for a second and put his face in Ayesha’s cleavage, licking it. Then he readjusted her top and started licking her from her chest down to her belly button.
As if by impulse Ayesha, opened the side zipper of her skirt and opened the front flap, exposing her freshly shaved pussy. Rohit kept licking past the belly button down to her cunt lips and started sucking on them, at the same time inserting his tongue inside her slit.
As Ayesha arched her head back and pressed Rohit’s face into her groin to make him eat her pussy, the cameraman called out cut again.
Rohit tried to get up, but Ayesha said something to him. She quickly removed her top and he sucked both of her tits. She moaned in pleasure, saying, “Ohh Rohit…”
Was this even part of the script, I thought.
As shooting concluded for the day, Ayesha asked everyone to step out so that she could shower and get dressed. All of us went down to the lobby. I sat in the front lounge and ordered a coffee. The cameraman asked me whether I smoked, and when I replied in negative, he went outside to smoke a cigarette.
I imagined Rohit was with him. When he came back and asked me about Rohit, I felt something was fishy. Immediately, I took the elevator and went back to the room. It had been more than 40 minutes since we left- enough time for Rohit to fuck Ayesha, I thought.
Ayesha was standing right near the elevator. When I asked about Rohit, she simply said that he was not with her. “Let’s go down,” she said, slipping her arm into mine and giving me a deep kiss. My eyes were still searching for Rohit when we reached the ground floor and Ayesha walked out.
When we entered the lobby, Rohit came out of another elevator and went to Ayesha. He held her by the waist and smooched her, bidding farewell. I was damn sure that my lovely wife had fucked this actor while I was downstairs.
The next shoot was after one month. This time, my wife had to change her look yet again. Ayesha left on her own and asked me to come directly to the hotel. When I reached the hotel, I saw a stranger who sounded like my wife.
Her hair was cut till below her shoulders, in wavy layers. She had cut her bangs and her violet hair had been colored black with purple highlights. Her nose had a silver ring now. The most striking feature was that she had tanned three shades darker, to a reddish brownish color. I immediately wanted to fuck her but I had to wait because the shooting had started.
This time, the lighting was dark. Ayesha was wearing a one-piece black dress and sitting next to Rohit. After some dialogues, they started their usual make-out session, with more intensity than ever. Rohit was freely pressing Ayesha’s ass and kissing her like she was his property!
They got lost in the flow and Rohit quickly dropped his pants. Ayesha took his cock in her rosy lips and started sucking it like a lollipop. I couldn’t believe how horny it was making me to look at her. I took out my dick and started wanking.
Then Rohit lifted my wife’s mini-dress, and she wasn’t wearing panties under the dress. He inserted his fat cock into her bald pussy without waiting for her confirmation. With the force of his penetration, his dick went all the way inside and Ayesha let out a shout. He started fucking her with full force.
Rohit was handling my wife’s light frame like she were a doll, holding her ass up with his hands as he stormed her from below.
Watching my wife’s climax scenes, I rubbed my cock even faster. Soon, Rohit pulled out his cock as he was about to cum and drained his load on Ayesha’s face. Ayesha licked the cum and rubbed some onto her boobs. The cameraman said cut and started clapping.
Rohit said something in Ayesha’s ear and she nodded. The camera guy replaced Rohit on the sofa and gave my wife a tight hug with his face in her neck smelling her irresistible scent. He was an average looking guy, clean shaved, and not much taller than my wife.
Ayesha slid the straps of her dress off her shoulders and pulled her dress down below her boobs. The cameraman started sucking and playing with her tits. He had slowly dropped his pants and was rubbing his small dick on her shaved pussy. She took it with one hand and pushed it inside her cunt.
The cameraman mounted her since he couldn’t handle her in his lap, he bent down in missionary style. After fucking her for less than three minutes he came inside her hot pussy. Watching my sweet wife fucking in different positions reminded me of how lucky I was, to get this sweet pussy every day.
Both the guys thanked Ayesha, packed up, and left.
Ayesha was glowing like a princess after getting fucked by two guys. She was ecstatic.
Her sexy hair, her eyes, boobs, and figure, everything is made for sex, I thought to myself.
She took a quick shower and came back. “Baby, they paid me two lacs for two episodes. I had to make them happy,” she said holding my throbbing dick.
“It didn’t look like you’re after the money,” I said, catching her by her hair, and pulled her into bed.