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 that could 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 much tensed what you will say when I walk out in this dress! But Javed Sir convinced me somehow….!” And her voice trailed off.
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What Javed 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, Gauhar and Rohit, 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 Rohit and Gauhar stood adjacent to the bed. The director started explaining the scene to them.
“See, Rohit, you are alone with your girlfriend and the whole mood is very passionate. It is a secluded room. Your girlfriend’s dress is also very tempting. Your eyes should show that passion, that lust. Gauhar! You also become passionate. First Rohit will come and hug you. You also have to hug him. You are also feeling very erotic. Rohit, after hugging, you have to gently make her sit in the bed. Then you 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,Rohit hugged Gauhar. And she too hugged him. Then Rohit 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 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 while coming for audition was also clearly visible. Javed’s camera was gobbling up this Up-skirt panty show of my wife.
Just when he acted as her brother, Rohit was very passionate with her. Now, he was acting as her lover. 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 Rohit 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 Gauhar’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 Rohit 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. Rohit pulled his fingers back from Gauhar’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 Gauhar ogle at his bulge with a tinge of shyness. And I was observing one more interesting phenomena also. Every time after Rohit and Gauhar break up after a kiss scene, while Rohit will simply walked away or stay still, my wife would always wipe her lips as if she wipes the saliva of Rohit off her lips, she would become a loyal family wife again.
I was wondering how she let Rohit 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 Gauhar’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. After all, the man was a gentleman who knew his art well.
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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 Gauhar 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. Gauhar was still sitting in the bed with her legs on floor. She was cross legged.
The boy said. “Didi, please spread you legs!” and gently uncrossed her legs himself. As he uncrossed her legs, her milky white thighs and her panty was seen by all. Till yesterday, even if her sari rises a few inches above her foot, my wife would immediately lower it. But today, she was sitting 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 accidentally 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 Gauhar immediately took it to the adjoining room. Again, She didn’t come out for quite some time.
The director was getting annoyed…..
” Yeh Sala kya kar raha hai! Dekhne keliye Javed ko andar beja tho who bhi time lega! (What is this whore doing? If I send Javed to see, he will also take his own time…).
It was amazing that he didn’t have a tinge of hesitation to call my wife “Sali” when I was there. After a minute, the director became impatient and said,
“Gauhar….! Come out now! It’s 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 up to 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, Gauhar, U should have worn it fully and then come out!” he said.
“No Sir, I tried but it is too tight for me!” Gauhar’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. Gauhar 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.