My Wife Shikha And The Principal – Part 1

Hi, this is about my wife Shikha. She is having an awesome body. At the age of 30s, she still controlling her weight and especially her waist. After our kid her boobs became big and her bottom always loved by all men eyes. Her fair face attracts eyes of all men. She works as a school teacher and takes tuition at home as well.

This incident happened when we called all the teachers from her school at our 5th anniversary. At her school, all are ladies except her principal, Mr. Paul. He was in his 40s. We were chatting, I was showing them our wedding snaps. Today Shikha was wearing sari and blouse gifted by Mr. Paul.

It was pink color sari with a dark pink blouse, which was having one string at her neck and one string at her back. I felt awkward with sexy blouse gifted by her principal. But looking to his age, I ignored. Mr. Paul came a little late and my wife welcomed him. He also joined us and looking at our album.

Mr. Paul: Wow Shikha, you were very young during marriage days, as our school girls.

I didn’t realize my wife was getting excited with his comments. All were teasing my wife. This went on for a while. Many of her friends left. As her Principal came late, he didn’t have food. We three were supposed to take food after some drinks. Suddenly my wife asked me to drop the last teacher as she had some emergency at home. She was hesitating and in much hurry.

I went in to take my car keys which took some time. As soon I went out, she was not there, I searched her, which took 10 minutes. I went up to the square. I started walking back home. Suddenly I saw Shikha’s shadow going to the kitchen and I saw Mr. Paul followed her.

I couldn’t stop. I went near to the kitchen window and peered inside. My wife was taking glasses out and Mr. Paul came behind her. He was very close and enjoying her backless blouse.

Mr. Paul: Shikha, you are looking very beautiful in this color.

Shikha: Thanks, Sir.

Mr. Paul: I saw your wedding dress was also pink. You were looking like a bud of pink rose ready to open all petals.

Shikha was blushing with his comments, can’t say anything other than thanks, but with a soft voice.

Shikha: Thanks, sir, but those are old pics.

Paul: Yes, you are right, those are not that beautiful as you are now. Now you are more beautiful to compare with a whole bunch of white and pink roses

Shikha turned pink, her face was on the other side but her voice telling Mr. Paul how much she is blushing with his comments.

Shikha: Oh please.

Paul: I have another gift for you, to match your beauty.

He took out one pink gem necklace from his pocket and showed to her. It was having some white stones as well.

Paul: This will go with your beauty and your sari.

Shikha: Ooh Sir! Why? it seems so expensive. I can’t take it.

Her eyes were glittering with joy. But she wanted to be formal and was confused.

Paul: No please have it, I saw this necklace doesn’t look nice without coming to your neck. Its beauty will enrich once it gets a chance to circle your neck.

Saying this he opened it. He was putting at her neck. He puts his arm around her neck while tying it. He comes closer to her. It seems he was taking longer time and smelling her breath. My wife was in a dilemma as he was touching her shoulders and neck. He holds my wife’s shoulder and starts admiring her beauty.

She was feeling shy and looking down like he put a Mangalsutra at her neck. He lifted her chin and looked into her eyes with lust. Her face got serious and her lips opened apart with heavy breath. They were close enough to exchange breath.

She couldn’t look for long and turned towards the glass shelf with eyes looking for the exit door. Her heavy breadth and facial expressions exposing her high and fast heartbeats, wild breath.

Paul: Is it okay, if I have a look of your beauty once?

Shikha: Huh, ji?

Paul: I want to look at your beauty for hours, but you turned.

Saying this, he turns her back by holding her shoulder.

Shikha: Huh!

She turns at his action without resisting but with hesitancy. He adjusted her hair and ask about making her hairs free.

Paul: I wish I could get whole life just to look at you like this. I want to see your open hairs, can I?

Shikha: Sir, Ramesh might be coming now.

I can’t believe, my wife just worried about me catching them! Instead of stopping him from opening her hairs. I was angry but at the same time, I was excited about her getting touched by another man. Mr. Paul takes this as a yes. He opened her hairs himself. She gets surprised and opens her mouth and eyes wide.

Shikha: Sir, no, please! Aa I feel shy.

Paul: Wow, why don’t you keep them open. I like you with open hair.

He put his hands in her hairs and tried to make them fall straight, he smelled her hairs.

Shikha: Sir, please! huh!

Suddenly her mobile rang, she ran to take the call. Mr. Paul also went to the hall as I thought her friend called, I must go back to the house. I entered and yes it was that lady’s call as she wanted to say sorry to me and my wife. All was good at her home. I see her necklace and admire her beauty.

Me: Wow Shikha, this is a very beautiful necklace. When you got it?

Shikha: Oh this, I was having since some time, it was just I forgotten to use it.

She was lying to me; her pink and red face was telling all story. We got drinks ready. My wife was not drinking. She doesn’t want to get drunk with Mr. Paul around.

Mr. Paul: Cheers to you and your beautiful wife.

Me: Cheers, thanks, yes to the most beautiful lady in the world.

Mr. Paul: Yes true, especially with pink color. Ha ha ha

Shikha was dying with a red face. She went inside to check on our kid, he was sleeping. Soon she came we started 3rd drink and ended the bottle within an hour. We had food and as Mr. Paul was leaving, I got bit relief by assuming it is the end of all. But I was wrong.

That night soon Mr. Paul left, we had wild sex in our living area itself. We had it on the floor itself. Shikha was in full form tonight, Mr. Paul excited both of us enough to get utmost satisfaction. After that day I was finding my wife more attractive and sometimes I was imagining her under Mr. Paul.

It became a fantasy to me and gave me more pleasure. After a couple of weeks when my kid went to my in-law’s place, Mr. Paul invited us to his farmhouse for a weekend stay. I was thinking what his plans would be? His farmhouse is an hour drive from the city, hilly area near to valley.

I got dirty thoughts about my wife and Mr. Paul. I tried to pack some clingy and revealing cloths enlightening her beauty. To go there I asked her to wear a tank top and Denim Shorts. My wife’s milky thighs were shining like hell and her cleavage in a tank top was tempting.

Just before reaching my wife opened her long hairs, she knew Mr. Paul like her open hairstyle. I tease her asking about it.

Me: Why you opened your hairs?

Shikha: Just like that, I was feeling uncomfortable.

I knew she wants to please Mr. Paul as he loves to see her like this. Mr. Paul welcomed us and couldn’t stop himself looking to those mountains and valleys of my wife. Her waistline was also visible, which made him walk behind her. He might have not expected her in sexy attire.

We had breakfast and he offered us to go for little trekking behind his farmhouse. My wife was walking between us and Mr. Paul leading the way, after some time we stopped and took some rest. While sitting I got an idea, why not make my wife sweat and give sexier look to Mr. Paul. Also, I want to give them a few private minutes.

Me: We are going too slow.

Mr. Paul: You guys don’t have the strength to climb.

Shikha: No Sir. We can go fast, I thought you want to go slow.

Me: Okay, then let’s have a race to the peak of this hill, whoever reaches first will have a chance to ask something from other two.

All agreed, and we all had to go through different directions.