My shy Pakistani wi(f)e on honey(m)oon | 2016

Disclaimer: This story contains hotwife/cuckold fantasy themes, exhibitionism and voyeurism. If any of this offends you, I recommend you not read any further.

My wife, Natasha, and I have been married for 2 years now. We met each other at university here in Canada, but we were both born and raised in Pakistan. Since we did not move here until we were young adults and lived most of our lives in an ultra conservative society and households, we were naturally quite conservative.

However after we were engaged and settled in Canada, Natasha would occasionally ask me if I thought it was okay she wore something like a knee-length skirt, a sleeveless top or a skin tight jeans. Ordinary clothing by western standards, but things she wasn't accustomed to wearing. This is when I realized that it really turned me on whenever she'd wear something that made her look a little sexy or hot. At the same time she also enjoyed being able to wear things that she looked good and fashionable in.

Now at this point I should describe Natasha to you. She's 24, 5'7", slim and has a milky white complexion. She has a beautiful face, long black hair and most people mistake her as Arabic rather than Pakistani. But her best feature by far, unknown to many, is her extremely sexy body. She has a 32B bust, 26 waist and size 34 hips. If anything is lost by her perky breasts, she more than makes up for it with her perfect model-like bubble butt. Even though she barely ever wears anything that does justice to her ass (mostly covers it with either an oversized shirt or sweater), she has on several occasions been told, by her friends, how lucky she is to have a butt that makes a dress of any fitting look good on her.

On many occasions I would encourage her to wear things like tights without skirts or skin tight jeans with nothing else covering her ass. I could tell she wanted to, but would always shy out and tell me she would be uneasy walking around in public like that. By now we were both well aware that the less she wore, the more it turned me on and on many occasions I would help her shop for clothes I liked. But she was never okay with wearing anything too revealing or bold, and I would respect her boundaries by not being too pushy.

This was all about to change when it came time for our honeymoon in the summer of 2011. We had planned a week long trip to Miami staying at a beachside hotel. So when I asked her if we should shop for some sexy outfits befitting a bride on her honeymoon, she giggled and shyly said "If you want to". Now i was thinking a babydoll, some sexy lingerie and other things for the bedroom, but before I could say anything she added, "but only because its our honeymoon we don't know anyone over there. I won't wear any of that stuff when we are back in Toronto". This caught me by surprise and I could feel myself getting hard. She must have read my face and placed one of her hands in my lap, obviously noticing the stiffness in my pants and said in a seductive voice, "as your honeymoon present, I will wear 'anything' you want", moving away while biting her lower lip. She noticed that my penis jerked at the remark and grinned. But I was soon brought back to earth when , in a serious tone, she said, "Within reason okay?, I'm not wearing any bikinis or shorts".

I replied "Of course not, only things you are perfectly comfortable with."

The build up to the honeymoon was the most excited I had felt in years. Even though we had had sex many, many times before the honeymoon, the prospect of her in maybe a short black dress revealing her sexy legs in a club or a cleavage-y top at the beach excited me like a teenage boy on his first date. At first she was reluctant whenever I would pick something out for her, saying it might be a little too much. But then I told her she could always take it along, and if she doesn't feel like wearing it then, she could return the clothes when we're back. We ended up picking up some sexy outfits for her, including a short black dress, a summer dress, a one-piece swimsuit and a couple of backless tops and tight pants.

Finally when the time came for our flight, she wore red tank top and sheer white maxi skirt (albeit with tights underneath) that made her swaying butt a sight for everyone walking behind her. Which on its own was a huge step-up and I immediately knew that I was in for a very sexy honeymoon. But that was not all, when we reached Miami, she disappeared while I was waiting for our baggage. When she came back, it was obvious what had changed. She had removed the tights underneath her skirt. She grinned at me and when she turned to pick up her purse from the trolley, I could see the outline of her underwear through the skirt. As soon as we got to the hotel room, I threw her on the bed and our clothes started coming off and we were down to our underwear. She was wearing a black silk half bra, exposing the most part of her breasts and matching black panties. I started kissing her all over her body and then held her from her waist and pushed her against the out-looking window. It was nighttime, so it wouldn't be hard for someone from another room catching us in the act. Which was exactly what I wanted. “Someone might see us”, she said. “No one will see us” I said and turned her around to face the window. I then pushed her panties off and moved for her bra.

“Not my bra” she objected as her upper body was exposed to anyone looking at our window. She then put both of her elbows on the window and ducked her head in between her forearms. Probably so no one can see her face. We did it doggy style for a couple of minutes before I climaxed. When she turned around her face was all red and I could tell how turned on she was from her heavy breathing. We laid down in the bed for a while before she went to take a shower. In the meanwhile I called for room service to send up some food before we would go out for the night.

I got up to clear away some luggage from the table that was right in front of the bathroom door, which Natasha had left open. Inside you could clearly make out her naked body behind a slightly frosted glass shower door. All of her curves, including her nipples were visible through the shower door. I was standing there admiring her body when there was a knock on the door. I put on my boxers and went to open the door and saw the room service attendant standing there. An average looking guy probably in his early twenties as well.

“Can you please set it up on the table over there” I said after thinking about it for a second. I walked ahead of him and looked towards the running shower and saw Natasha putting shampoo in her hair. She was looking away from us, giving us both a nice view of her fine ass. He naturally followed my gaze and froze in his tracks upon sight of my wife. He looked towards me and I acted liked I didn't really care and laid down on the bed. The attendant started placing out food on the table without looking at it, his eyes fixed on my wife. After finishing he quietly walked out without looking at me.

I don't know what had gotten into me. Not only did I want other guys enjoying my wife visually from a far, I wanted them to enjoy her physically as I had 30 minutes ago. I pictured Natasha getting rammed from behind by the room service attendant. Shortly after she walked out in a towel wrapped around her wet body and said giggling “Again? So soon.” She then came over and kissed my penis and told me to get ready for going out.

To be continued…