My husband is a cunning man. He gaslights me all the time. I fall for it every time. He gets calls from many of his women friends, and he dismisses me whenever he speaks to them. I tried many times to bring about his casual behaviour.
He was very touchy when he spoke to his office colleagues, who are girls. I stood silently. I did not want to fight, or I was afraid to fight. He takes care of me otherwise. But I guess women were his weakness. It had been only 1 year since we married, and I was learning new things about him.
He smokes, he drinks and he is very pally with women. I, on the other hand, was very shy as I was brought up that way. My parents, even though they let me wear modern clothes, were strict when it came to men. I was fine-tuned to be an ideal housewife.
They ensured I was very beautiful, had a great figure and respected the man in my life. My husband was 30 years old and 4 years older than me. I stayed in a metro far away from my parents. I was trapped and did not dare to create a scene, as I had no proof that he was having an affair with any girl.
He loved me about that. My helplessness. My innocence. My fear. He uses the F word for fun when he speaks to women on the call and also when he meets them face to face. I was so red-faced as I had never used such words in my life. I spoke good English, but never used curse words.
One day, when my husband and I were flying to his parents’ house. It was a late flight at 11:55 PM. It was a 3-hour journey. Suddenly, he met a girl who was in a saree at the airport. A smile spread across their face when they saw each other. Some past fun memories, maybe.
He immediately rushed towards her, totally ignoring me. She also ignored me as she hugged him in public. I saw that his hand was directly inside her saree pallu, slowly caressing her navel in the process. The hug was unusually long. I stood silently till he reluctantly let go of her.
They exchanged pleasantries, and his hand was still on her bare waist. After a minute or two, I shifted my position to let him know that I was there. He then introduced me to her. She scanned me from head to toe. I was in an Adidas jacket and track pants.
Inside the jacket, I had worn a shirt, but it was hidden. She seemed unimpressed. I smiled at her and avoided small talk. After that, they both went into talking about their last meeting. I was totally ignored for the full 10 minutes. She was telling him that she had gotten a new tattoo.
My husband was in disbelief as he already knew where she had gotten it. She continued saying that he already knew where all her tattoos were. But this one was in a little private area. She said she will show it to him later. I felt bad as I controlled my tears.
I was beautiful, stood 5 feet 5 inches, had a great body and could speak very good English. What was I missing? I did not understand. After what felt like eternity, they both hugged again. This time it was more intimate. They kissed each other as their bodies pressed against each other.
His hand was frantically running all over her navel before they separated. I controlled my anger, which was creeping inside me. I gave her an ugly stare, which unfortunately meant nothing to her. She smiled at me with an expression that conveyed that I cannot do anything to her. My husband is her slave.
I was broken inside. My face fell, clearly showing sadness. My husband looked at me and asked me what happened. I gathered all my courage and told him that I did not like the way he acted just now. As usual, he asked me what was wrong, gaslighting me.
He started acting like a victim, like I was accusing him of things that were not true. I knew this conversation when I had to, in the end, apologise for acting weird. My heart ached as the conversation now revolved around my behaviour and how suspecting a type of person I was.
I fought tears that were shamelessly going to flow out at any time. But I had enough. What I saw was true. He was a creep, and I was not losing this battle now. But he was now acting all hurt because of me. I snapped back to my senses. He was still talking nonstop.
I felt dizzy, and I slowly sat on the bench near me. We still had to check in our baggage. He was now telling me to hurry in. I followed him blindly. I saw flashes of his hand running all over her stomach. I saw him hugging her as I closed my eyes. I saw her smiling at me.
I stopped abruptly, surprising my husband. He looked irritated. I looked up at his face. I told him that I did not like how he touched that girl, keeping a straight face. He again smirked, a smile coming on his face. He told me not to take it the wrong way.
I asked him whether he would approve if a man were to touch me like that. He burst into laughter as he knew that I was not the type of girl who would let any man near me. He, however, replied that he would be ok as long as I am ok with it. He put the ball in my court.
I stared at him and asked him if he was sure about that. He couldn’t stop his ridiculing laugh, as if challenging me to do it. Let some men touch me. I asked him if he would remain calm if I were ok with it. He now laughed loudly and put his hand on my hand.
He said he didn’t mind any man touching me as long as I was comfortable. He was still taunting me. He knew that I was a God-fearing girl who prayed to God every day for his longevity. I took a fast one day a month for his good health. He knew I was born and brought up in a good family. I will never cross the line.
That was all I wanted to hear. I took my suitcase and walked to the washroom. He did not say anything. When I came out, there was no change in my dressing. He controlled his laugh as he expected me to come in a bikini. I followed him quietly to the check-in and then to the security. Then we reached our Gate.
He knew I was pissed inside, so he refrained from talking to me. I kept my cool. I had booked the tickets at the last minute. I knew that we were not sitting together. We were in the same row, but I was in 30B, and he was in 30D. I was in the middle seat, and there was someone in the aisle seat.
When the boarding was called, I gave him the ticket. As we were nearly reaching the entry, I told him I would take a pee and come. I just had a small handbag with me. I told him to go ahead. He looked suspiciously at me but did not want to create a scene.
Our seats were towards the end. I went to the nearby washroom. What I was going to do was something I had never done before in my life. I looked at myself in the mirror. I unzipped my Adidas jacket. My shirt was maroon in colour.
I wore a bra inside, and I wore Adidas track pants too. It was a decent airport look. I prayed to God and slowly untied the knot of the track pants and pulled them down to my hip bone level. I left it loose and did not tie it. My maroon panties were slightly peeking.
I then unbuttoned the last two buttons of my shirt and tied it just below my breasts, revealing my bare navel. My entire midriff was visible now, all the way to my panties. I was afraid, but I started it, and now I cannot go back. A woman came out of the loo and saw me looking at the mirror.
She was somehow impressed with my flat navel and did not show any sign of repulsion. That gave me confidence. I walked out of the washroom boldly exposing my navel to the world. I saw men stopping and trying to see me one more time as their eyes deceived them the first time.
I walked confidently towards the grounds staff and showed them the ticket. The male staff was openly staring at my navel. He took the ticket and told me to enter. The woman slapped her colleague, bringing him to his senses, and they both giggled. I was feeling far better now.
I walked freely as I was the last person to enter the aircraft. The airhostess was astonished by my bold avatar but refrained from commenting. She told me that I had to walk all the way to the end. I saw men stop what they were doing, shamelessly staring at my exposed midriff.
I slowly walked to the end of the aircraft. I acted unaware of all the stares. I was searching for my husband. He was also a bit worried that I would run away. He was in the aisle seat, and there were no more rows after that. His face dropped as he saw me. He was surprised as hell.
I was not able to understand if he was enraged or not. I did not make eye contact with him and acted like we were strangers. I stood next to him in my full glory. There were mostly men around there, all staring at my navel. It was what they described as a Coke bottle.
I saw that there were two men already there, and I was in the middle. I then lifted my hands to open the overhead bin, stretching up. To my surprise, I exposed more of my maroon panties. I kept my bag inside. I then removed my Adidas jacket as well and placed it in the compartment above.
I squeezed my way into my seat. My husband was stunned. I totally ignored him as I sat, totally exposing my navel in between two men. The man who sat in the aisle smiled at me, and I smiled back. He was a man in his 40’s. He was unable to take his eyes from my exposed navel.
As I sat, he was able to see that my track pants were so loose that he could see a lot of my panties from the top view. The guy towards the window seat was also a middle-aged man. He looked like God had finally granted his one wish, which he had been begging for since his teenage days.
A hot girl next to him on a bus or train. But today he was in for a treat. I was not only hot but nearly naked. The flight process was in motion, and finally, the flight was starting to speed up before take-off. My husband had decided to keep quiet. He did not make any attempts to communicate with me as well.
Wondering what was going through his mind. If this did not affect him, then he truly did not love me. Either way, I was going all in on this now. The die had been rolled. The hand rest had to be shared between the men and me on either side.
My hands touched their as I clutched the seat hard, implying that I was afraid of take-off. I purposely ensured that I was pressing the palms of the men as the flight took off from the runway. The man to the aisle asked me if I was afraid of take-off. I acted like I was super scared and nodded my head.
He then held my hand, assuring that it was going to be ok. Seeing him, the other guy also grabbed my other hand and held it. I held their palms tightly as the flight took off. Only when the flight was stable did I let go of their hands. I apologised for my behaviour, and both of them acted supportive.
I saw that my husband was sitting straight-faced without any expression. He looked stunned. He never expected me to do this. But his ego stopped him from talking to me. I wanted to break his ego. If he wanted, he could have easily established that I was his wife, but he didn’t.
Therefore, I was not stopping this game till he breaks. I was prepared to go to any lengths for it. He had hurt me deeply, too. I focused my attention on the fellow next to me. He asked me if I was afraid of flying. I put the blanket on myself, covering me from neck to waist.
I told him that I get the butterfly feeling in my stomach every time the plane takes off and feels turbulence. I told him that my heart beat increases and I clutch my stomach to beat that sinking feeling. He laughed. Sometimes, the lights are dimmed, giving an ambience for the passengers to sleep.
Both men were eyeing my navel all the time. I sat like I was unaware of their intentions. I asked the airhostess for a blanket, which she gave me right away. I decided to go to the restroom, but it was very dark. I got up, but the guy in the aisle gave me very little space to move.
I got up and saw that my husband was sleeping happily. I was enraged. I turned so that my navel was facing the man next to me. As I slowly moved out, my legs squeezed past him. He purposely put his face forward so that his lips touched my bare navel. He literally kissed my navel on my way out.
I felt good. I came back from the restroom, but the airhostess also wanted to pass through. So I pushed forward and pressed my navel on his face to make way. As I tried to move in, he was getting bolder as he made me wriggle past me. I nearly lost my balance and was about to fall on him.
He caught my waist and supported me. I got my balance, but he completely pressed his hands on my navel as he helped me. I took the blanket before sitting and unwrapped it. He was still holding my waist. I thanked him and told him that he was so warm. I sat down and covered myself with the blanket.
The blanket covered his hands as well, which was on my waist. He took it as an opportunity and started massaging my navel all over. I relaxed, letting him feel me. In a second, I felt another hand inside. it was the other guy on the window seat. He had inserted his hand inside, but was caressing me on my navel.
Both were getting bolder. They started inserting their hands inside the shirt and inside my bra over my bare breasts. I started breathing heavily. I looked at my husband, who was slightly looking in my direction. He must have felt something was up, but he was not able to see clearly.
Both of them were now comfortably inside my bra, mauling my breasts. I stood still. One guy went down and inserted his finger inside my loose pants directly inside my panties. He slowly found a way inside my pussy, inserting his middle finger in. I was unable to control my breathing as I surrendered myself to them.
I held the blanket so that their actions were covered. My husband was looking intensely now to see what was happening. He stood up, which made the guys stop. He came to me and said if I wanted to swap seats. I nodded. The guys were surprised but did not utter a word.
I stood up and removed my blanket. He saw that the knot of my shirt was gone. I moved to his seat. He told them that I was his wife, which shocked the guys. The rest of the journey was uneventful. As the plane landed, the guys quickly got up and left.
My husband suspected that something happened, but he was unsure of it. He requested that I not tie the shirt and gave me my jacket to cover myself up. I smiled and wore it without any protest. I felt victory inside. This was just the beginning. I was going to make him regret it now in the coming days.