The Prologue ! I am an engineering graduate from one of the IITs'.

As some of you would understand, getting into an IIT demands great dedication and commitment during schooling years. As it is, I was in an all boys school and add to it the mental make up of a student who is only pursuing studies and no other interests. The net result was that I had no female friends of any worth either in school or in engineering, were any how female percentage is very low. This does not mean that I was not interested in females or sex, just that I had never had a chance to express them in real life. So all the energies that needed to be vented were done through watching porn in groups with friends and surfing internet sites. This is how I got hooked to this website some years ago and have been a devoted reader since. However, the various themes and stories on net were having an subliminal effect on me. My thought process was getting more and more liberal towards sex. This meant that I was more and more inclined towards viewing sex as a form of enjoyment without necessarily attaching emotional quotient to it. Therefore, slowly but surely, I was being sucked into the mentality of sexual liberalism and enjoying the feeling of it as well. A more profound impact was however on the thought process building up in my mind on my attitude towards my would be wife. The various stories of husbands willingly allowing their wives to have sex with others, and enjoying the spectacle was begining to impinge on me as well. I was surer by each day, that I would love it too and would indeed will that it happen. Equally, I was curious to know that will actual marriage change this and convert me back to a more orthodox Indian male from this radical liberal. Only time would tell !! So I graduated from engineering about 6 years back. Ever since I have been employed in large MNCs' and always in marketing domain. I got married about 3 years back. My wife, Reetu is a graduate of the leading fashion institute in the country. It was an arranged marriage, as I have already described by luck with females till then. However the fact that she was a graduate of a fashion college was an exciting proposition for me, since common sense told me that she would be sexually liberated . How wrong I was ? The first time I met her, I knew I would marry her, not because of anything else but because of the amazing figure she had. Unbelievable. Even in the traditional salwaar kurta that one wears for such occasions, her boobs were pooping out to bee seen. It was only later that I knew that were size 38. However what was more stunning was when she turned. Never had I seen such round and well proportioned ass. And how beautifully it was sitting there, ready to be plucked ! One rarely is well endowed in either of these assets, She was a marvel in both. I was an instant yes on the proposal, just to be able to lay hands on those. Anyways we got married and pretty soon. And then only did I know her true nature. She was absolutely a live wire in bed and almost equal times the initiator. Sometimes she would simply pounce on me and before I could even react, she would be humping, sitting on top. Almost reverse ****. But outside, she was completely orthodox, and therefore completely shunning any dresses which were even remotely revealing. She would dress in jeans allright, but always loose fitting and with a a loose kurta on top. This was also the time I was regularly progressing in my career. At the time of marriage I was based in Lucknow. Soon after I moved to a different company as regional head of eastern India and was based in Bhubneswar. And soon we were blessed with a kid . She took a break to bring up the kid and decided that she would work only when the kid grows up. Simultaneously my personality was being chiselled every day. Anyone who would interact with me, could not help but be impressed. The IIT tag always added an extra zeal. This was also the

time that I started geeting active on social networking sites like Facebook. Many of the clients I would interact would be females. The net result - I was now in touch with a wide array of females ranging from age early 20's to late 40's. And all were principal sex targets for me. Not because I was not satisfied with my wife, but because my perceptions had been changed. Sex was a medium of enjoyment for me. Nothing more. One could be faithful to one's spouse, yet have multiple partners. I knew my wife would kill me, if she even knew my thoughts, but still I persisted. So till about 2006, when I got married, ( at age 26) I had not had sex with even one soul. Between late 2006 and early 2008 I had sex with 23 females ( I always kept a count), excluding my wife. And my wife knew none of it . Although I always wanted her to know, and also thereby let her have the freedom to have similar life too, if she so choose. This would make life easier for me. Also, it would also let me fulfill the the fantasies I had conjured of watching my wife having sex with someone else. However, I could never gather enough courage to broach a topic even remotely connected. So continued the deceptions and the games. I continued to have my liasions, and she continued to play devoted wife. I was eagerly waiting for some divine intervention which would catapult my wife in my league. In early 2008 I joined a different company as National Head and moved to Delhi. And so begins the real story of my wife - the fashion designer !! (PS: I have deliberately taken a long preamble so that its easier to understand the mindset where I came from, an why I did what I did. Also, the story would not be the "wham, bam thank you mam" types but a long erotic journey of sexula liberation. ) Thank you ! Last edited by kaslucknow; 09-10-2008 at 07:19 PM.. Reason: Corrections ! The Story : Act 1 - The development Although Reetu, as I have said was traditional outside home, yet I was slowly but surely dribbling away at her. She used to wear jeans, but loose fittings. So, when on tour, I started first by buying ultra low waist, body hugging jeans. She was shocked to see it and protested loudly. But a gift is a gift and can be rarely refused. So reluctantly she started wearing it. This was my first success. My next stop was to make her agree to wear tight tops. She was dead against it, primarily because of the size of her boobs. Even traditional dresses were unable to stop onlookers from staring at her. Tight tops would have been an open invitation to ogle, according to her. I had of course seen her in such dresses at home, and so I knew what she meant. And all the more reason why I wanted her to change. As I have described, she was a completely different persona at home. Almost liberated. So she had no compunctions wearing shorts, or flimsy nighties at home. Her logic was that home is where action is. Infact some of the dresses she wore were so bold that I sometimes wondered what would happen if someone walked in announced. Since we lived in a secluded apartment and had no friends in this new city, so this never happened. But what if it did? This was the thought that kept bugging me and I was constantly on the look out to make it happen. One day, sometime in Oct 2007, a distant friend of mine rang me up that they are going for a vacation to Puri, a nearby town to Bhubneswar. On the way, they would make a small stop at our home. I said great. They were arriving by train the next morning and would reach at 12 PM. I said OK, I will pick you all up. I was excited and went to tell Reetu since my friends wife was also a friend of Reetu. I thought she would be excited too. But then, a devilish thought struck, and I realized it was the opportunity I was looking for. And so decided not to tell her but keep it a secret.

Next day I went to office as usual at 9 AM, and after a few hours there took leave for the rest of the day. I received my friends from the Bhubaneswar station at 12 PM and proceeded home. We all were excited to meet again after a long while, especially my friends wife, Pragya. However I told them that Reetu is unaware of their arrival, and I will pitch it as a surprise to her. The door bell rang and I heard the usual, yes, her calling card to enquire who the visitor is. I answered in a rather low and subdued tone, its me. By the sounds coming from inside, I could infer that she was in the kitchen. Which meant that she had taken her bath and would be fresh and glistening in her unique aroma. There was concern in her voice : how come your home now? to which I replied, Not feeling well honey ! I had calculated correctly that hearing this she would rush immediately to open the door, not waiting to see how she looked or was dressed. So she did and the next instant she was on the door. And there were three sets of reactions the look on her face of concern, the look on my friends face of anticipation the look on mine of shock. There she was standing, in the shortest hot pants she had and a top which barely reached up to her navels. The pants, which had been bought by me, were ultra low waist. Since she had been in a hurry, the tops had curled dangerously upwards . I was sure she was not wearing a bra either, since it was her routine not to wear a bra immediately after a bath. Although the top was of thick material and thankfully the nipples were not visible. But what was visible was enough to momentarily shock us all. Boobs jutting out like balls ready to be plucked, smooth glistening flat upper abdomen, a deep round navel and the oomphy incline downwards from the navel to the top of the pant. Which was almost as low to make some pubic hairs visible. And the pants themselves, almost as small as to be the size of a panty. I was in shock and was mumbling something inaudible. We were all in a spell which was finally broken by Pragya who hugged Reetu with a big smile and vivacious action. The act of hugging further curled upwards the already short top. By this time Reetu was also coming back to realisation and from the corner of my eyes I saw that she was indeed happy to meet her old friend after long. I mumbled something about giving her a surprise and introduced my friend Mohit to her. They were meeting for the first time. He proceeded to hug her too ( and now I was begining to panic a little !). It was only when his left hand firmly touched her back, and the right her rested on her tummy, covering the entire navel, did she realize her state of dress. And I could see an immediate state of panic in her eyes. But Mohit was hugging her with all the genuiness and warmth of a friend and she could hardly push him away. But eventually she did try and dexterously disengage. While doing so I could see Mohits left palm brush past her upper abdomen. God only knows how he felt at this treat. My friends also had a two year old daughter. The story is, that between us, the excitement of meeting a freind in a distant land after long, the short time for which they were there, the constant whirring of my friends daughter in all our rooms and thereby affording no privacy ensured that Reetu could not change. She had to manage in that dress for the next three hours, constantly adjusting, pulling the top here, and pushing the short there! And although I had to do heavy explaining later but my plan had its desired effect. The logic, that if some outsider has seen her in such flimsy dress, even hugged her and firmly put a hand around her navel, and yet in the end all was normal, worked. Now I could request more firmly and eventually she agreed. She started by wearing short tops and slowly progressed to wearing skirts and even on one occasion, a halter neck dress. It was with this background that we moved that we moved to Delhi in January 2008. Last edited by kaslucknow; 09-10-2008 at 07:39 PM.. Reason: Correction ! Act II - Development

Attitudes are a mental state of mind and the most difficult part in changing them is to break the initial barrier. Once its done, things flow in their own momentum. Reetus initial barrier had been broken. She may not have yet been ready for the avalanche, but the path had been charted out and all that was needed was a ballast to let her speed along the highway to bliss. This was provided, almost to a perfect coincidence, by the shift to Delhi. The people of Delhi and the way they dress were beginning to have an impact on her and in a very subtle way it proved to be that ballast. So slowly, but with definite intent, the neckline went deeper and the hemline rose higher. While some months back she could rarely, if ever, be seen in dresses other than traditional, the situation was completely reverse now. Although in attitude towards other men, she was still the same orthodox Reetu of yore. But, for the moment, I was happy to live with the current change. We had moved to Delhi in January 2008. My present job was of national level and therefore lots of travel was involved. Invariably I would be traveling 15 20 days a month to all parts of the country. This did not mean that I was deprived of sex, since I had friends cultivated through networking in almost every metro city. These were almost always married females. Which meant the understanding was clear that the relationship is primarily for sex, what are now referred to in magazines as fuck friends. No hassles, no devotion of time to woo, just sex at convenience. This made it easier to juggle the sex between work commitments. So I was satiated. But Reetu was not. She had been a faithful wife all along. Whenever I was in Delhi, we had always had great sex. As already described, she was a live a wire in bed. But I was rarely in bed due to hectic traveling. Now that I look back and analyze, I believe that two important factors played themselves simultaneously to change her ways, and made her do what she did. One the fact that she had now started dressing openly, boldly and also provocatively. This meant an ever growing male attention, and the consequent affects of increased sexual desire it has on a person. Two a lack of place to release this desire. Whereas previously we might have had sex about 25 days a month, this was now reduced to a maximum of 7 days a month. In hindsight, what happened was destined to happen. And all along I had wanted it to happen and infact would sometimes scheme of wild ideas. But fate willed otherwise and planned it in a way that I could never hope to beat. Last edited by kaslucknow; 09-10-2008 at 07:43 PM.. Reason: Correction ! Act III - The story Whenever I was in Delhi we used to almost always have an evening out. Sometimes it would be movies, or a dinner out. These were always occasions when she used to get a chance to wear her best. A each occasion brought her closer to the eventual persona she is today. However, the first really drastic change I noticed in Reetu in Delhi was sometime in late Feb 08. We had decided to go out for a dinner that night.She decided to wear a particularly bright Red dress I had bought for her some months back. She had worn it a few times before. The dress was a one piece where the top portion is wrapped around the body and then tied around by a belt. However it had such a deep neckline that a little effort at peeping, and one could see almost the nipples. Whenever she used to wear it before, she would put a safety pin at the top so that slit would become less revealing. I would always implore her not to do it, although not letting her know her my real intentions but pretending to be just teasing, and she would never agree. Today she agreed. And I was now eager to see what would happen. What happened that day was simply astonishing, not because she behaved something out of ordinary. Infact she was behaving very normal. So when the waiter came to take the order, she as

usual, bend towards the table and started flipping through the menu card to decide. To my astonishment almost half her cleavage, all of 38 was visible and she was unconcerned. When our kid, who was then a little more than a year old, threw the napkin on the ground, she bend to pick it up. This time all her cleavage was visible and yet she looked nonchalant and took her own time in picking it up. The resturant was full and many people had a view. Slowly this became a routine. She would continue to be in normal postures and would carry out doing her routine, not caring whether her cleavage was on show or her panty was on view through the low rise jeans. One day we were sitting on the stairs outside PVR for the movie to start, and I could clearly see that that her panty was visible. People standing up near her and those moving around had a clear unhindered view. Females normally have a sixth sense of such things and invariable sense them when they are happening. I had sen her earlier herself sensing such incidents. But this time she was almost doing it purposefully. So just when I thought she would straighten up and put an end to it, she abruptly bent forward on the pretext of playing with our kid. A she bent forward, the jeans could not similarly stretch forward, since she was sitting on it. The only thing that could happen, did. It pushed backwards, taking a portion of the panty with it too. And what a sight it was. Almost half of her pure white butt on display. In the crowd of a cinema hall. I was just fleeting around to see who was not watching !! She on the other hand was totally was unconcerned and took her own time, almost a minute after which she straightened. So the routine continued with other such similar incidents. However, by end March she started complaining that she felt bored alone at home all the time. I asked that why did not she start work again. Our kid had now become about 1.5 years and therefore did not need 24 hours attention. Yet he needed a constant presence of a guardian at home. A maid could have helped us out. But she was against hiring maids to bring up kids, especially in view of the numerous stories she had heard of maid fleeing away with baby. This then presented a problem of what could she do. It was then that she suggested the idea of free lancing. In this mode, designers work from home, and free lance their expertise to willing buyers. I thought it was a good idea since it will allow her to work from home and also take care of the kid. Both of us agreed and she decided to take immediate plunge. I got busy with my work again. But after a few days, she again came back to me saying that although the concept looked nice, but starting it would be daunting. Who would agree to buy designs of an unknown, unproven person? She had contacted few design houses and all had been apparently cool towards her. I told her that this was only natural, and there are only two ways for newcomers to break quickly into the industry and avoid the grind of struggle. Either they conduct a big bang fashion show so that all are compelled to notice. She however promptly refused this idea since it would involve going out of house for long periods which she was not ready to do. I then said that then other way of fast entry is through some contacts who are already doing such work and who could introduce her to some fashion houses. She still looked down, since she said that she does not know any such person. I asked what all her college mates are doing. Surely some must be into free lancing. She answered that no, those I know are all working in routine jobs or have left for higher studies. Then suddenly I saw her face brighten. A friend of hers, Rajesh, who was now working in a major sports brand, and based in Gurgaon, used to free lance before landing up in this job. Surely he would still know some of the contacts and could help her. I said "good idea as a start; why not give it a try. " I could see that she was excited with this new glimmer of possibility. Although she had not been in touch with Rajesh now for years, yet she was sure he would remember him. Arranging his contact number was no problem since there were some mutual friends.

Meanwhile I left for another tour the next day. She had planned to try and contact Rajesh during this time and possibly meet him. I returned from tour after a few days and enquired on the progress. She was again despondent. Apparently Rajesh had been very effusive when they talked on phone. He showed all eagerness to help and give her all material he had. They also planned to meet. But each time something came up and he could not turn up. She was wondering whether he was interested at all or not or was he being merely polite on phone. I said its amazing that you are calling a bachelor guy to meet you and he is not turning up. Use your feminine charm and I am sure he will land up at even 2 in the night. I had said this more as a joke and a tease but she took it seriously. All right, one last try. Go ahead Next day was Friday and while I was in office she called me up to say that she had called him and he has apologized for not turning up before and now wanted to meet next day, a Saturday. I said fine. " But what did you tell him that it worked this time" She laughed and said" i just said you are missing a lifetime opportunity and after that only he talked" We both laughed and thought at least things were on move. But she was in a dilemma of whether to call him home or not. She surely could not go out to meet with a kid. I agreed that it would not be prudent to call him home straight away, not knowing what kind of a guy he is now and then I added dont worry, tomorrow is a Saturday and my off day, I will take care of the kid at home and you go and meet him. I could sense her visible elation at my suggestion and she thanked me profusely. Next day they were slated to meet at 12 in the afternoon. They had decided at a coffee house in a famous mall in Delhi as the meeting place. After getting through with daily routine, she started to get dressed up at around 11. I was interested in seeing how she will dress. But to my disappointment, she choose a standard salwaar kurta, although very stylish and brightly colored. I decided to counsel her once again See Reetu, you are going to take the help of a man to help start your own business, right? Yes, so? she was puzzled. Have you ever thought why he should help you? After all you have hardly been in touch with him after passing out from college, so you cannot call him a very close friend, right? Probably she was still puzzled at what I was driving at. Remember if he were to help you, he would be effectively giving away his knowledge acquired through labour and hard work. He has developed these contacts over years and you get them on a platter hmmmmm, but it was your idea to contact him

Yes it was but then what I am telling you is that he must have a reason to help you, because in effect, if you are successful, you would be his potential competitor So what do u suggest, now she was interested Remember when you were calling him all the week, he would wriggle out at the last moment from meeting you, But yesterday, I dont know how you talked, but he has agreed instantly to meet you. Does not that tell you something? Feminine charms she was now hooked. You get the point. He is a bachelor. And most males are similar. Just being able to sit besides beautiful females makes them do many things they would otherwise never do. I could see that she was thinking and there was also a faint smile appearing at the corner of her lips. What was coming next, however I had not anticipated. Please be specific Mr., what do u have in mind Now I was stunned by the directness. However I decided to play it safe at this moment lest she totally back off. See as long as you need his help which would only be initially, say for a month or two, you could dress a little more attractively than what you have decided now. At least give him some reason to want him to meet you more Thats all, and I thought you are going to suggest something drastic. I could see she was laughing slightly with a naughty glow in her eyes. I laughed too but simultaneously decided to take the bait, but only a little. He is your fast track to a career of your choosing. Test him in this meeting and if he is useful then don't let hi drift away. How you do it is up to you was my final parting shot Ok, Sir was hers. What was in future I could only guess? Last edited by kaslucknow; 09-12-2008 at 01:35 AM.. Reason: Correction Act III - Continues And so she went to dress again. I volunteered to help her select something. She said, No thank, you. I have taken your help. From now on it is going to be completely my show And what is included in the show? the question was pre faced with a mischievous smile and a slight wink Dont worry; you will get a sneak preview although not the actual show With that she went to the other bedroom to change. I was more than happy to wait, since the excitement in her voice had told me that now she is into the game.

15 min is all it took for her to emerge. And what a wait it had been. She had choosen such perfect clothing that it could hardly have been bettered. A fish-cut skirt, which was so tight at the bums that I could make out the panty linings. Before marriage, her buttocks were size 40 and almost totally circular in shape. It was my favorite part of her assets. However, almost 3 years of marriage and continuous pounding later, they were now size 42. Although some of the circular shape had been lost, but that made it even sexier. That kind of a bum enclosed in such clothing, the effect was even more than a nude butt. Indeed, the effect was more pronounced because of the top she had choosen. It barely reached till the waist and therefore the entire skirt was on view. The top itself was one of those body hugging types that would look short size even to a 10 year old kid. The net effect was something dramatic. Two huge protrusions on either side of the body. And both enclosed in such clothing so as to leave little to imagination. Now are you satisfied? was her intent query after I had sized her completely. Its not me, you have to satisfy, but its Rajesh who has to be satisfied That you leave to me Ok dear and best of luck. You are about to begin a new journey towards a cherished career. Put in all that you have and see that you succeed. I had intended to imply that she has total freedom from my side, although yet not using such direct language. I will succeed was her short take. I knew the dice had rolled and it could now roll only forward.