My Wife’s Audition for TV Serial (very erotihi, this is not my own experience as it is completely out of my fantasy. i had choosen india to be the place of this story as it is a great country with a blend of modern western and old eastern cultures.you can find there the conservative people and the open minded ones.there is one last reason which is that i really like dark women and brunettes all over the world wherever they are.I wrote a story with no fucking but i'm sure that you will like it cause it is very erotic.you will see how much it can arouse all of you (males and females). My finances were OK. But they were not just enough to make me live the life that I dream of. I have a government job and a stable salary but it was just not enough for me. My wife, unlike me was quiet content with the flat that we owned, the Maruti car that we had and the minimal jewelery that I had bought for her. But I somehow, was not really cherishing the routine life that we had. In my teens, I had dream of Mercedes and luxury apartments and somehow those dreams kept reappearing again. It was just then that I saw an advertisement in Hindu. It said that a reputed television soap company wanted TV serial actresses and that they were looking for normal housewives to make the serial more realistic. It read “Wanted housewives to act in f****y Drama Serial”. Something prompted me from within and I immediately called the mobile number that accompanied the ad. A gruff voice answered the phone. “Halo, Sir, I am Guhan here . Is it Mr. Shyam, the head of Shri Productions?” I asked hesitatingly. “Haan, Shyaam here” “I just saw your ad in Hindu! Can I know more details about it Sir?” “See, Mr.Guhan, We make f****y soaps. This time our Director has come up with a novel idea of making real housewives act in the serial rather than casting the known TV Actresses again and again” “ Ya, I read about it in the ad Sir!, Can I know some more details like timings of shootings and the remuneration” When I said remuneration, I almost bit my lips. “Oh, we shoot only in days. Cant afford the lighting cost you know. And remuneration also is not comparable to films. We cant pay as much as film wallahs do, U know!” “How much will it be Sir?” I asked edgingly. “ If its Heroine or some other major role, we can pay at the most Rs.10,000 per day. That’s all” My heart skipped a beat. “10,000 Rupees per day. That’s all” My monthly salary was just Rs.20,000. “Sir, Actually I thought if it is possible for my wife to get a chance in your Tele – serial” I pleaded. “How old is she?” “28” “Sure Man, Bring your wife to hotel Maurya tomorrow morning at 10. We will have an audition” . The man collected my mobile number and then phone line got cut. I was now all the more determined to get a chance for my wife Rani. Let me tell about my wife. She is a gorgeous homely beauty of wheaty complexion. She is not lean but not fat either but she is slightly towards the plumper side. Almost like actress Rani Mukherjee. One look at her and no one will deny that she is beautiful. But the problem was convincing my wife to take up acting . Being brought up very conventionally in a traditional f****y, acting in a tele serial will be tantamount to taboo for her. So , I just thought of what to say to her to convince her and reached my house. Once I reached, Rani was her usual self and she was treating me with her evening tiffing and Coffee. “ Rani, today I saw an ad. It is for actresses for teleserials” I slowly broached the NookieStar presents. “Ji , U r planning to act in teleserials is it?” Her eyes showed surprise. “No No, I said Actresses, I was thinking whether you can try it!” “ Me!” She almost shouted. “Ya, Ya, It’s a f****y drama it seems and they want only housewives who have no prior experience in acting. They pay well. Why don’t u try. Anyway u have told me that u used to act in dramas in your college.” I started convincing her. “Ji, are u joking. How can I…….? “hey , come on Rani, I know u can do it. you’ve got the talent. Look at your eyes. How expressive they are! “ I started cajoling her. And to my surprise, Rani looked mildly pleased now at this strange idea of her acting in TV soaps. She gave me a radiant smile and I took it as a green signal. “ We’ve got to go for the audition tomorrow morning at 10! Once we go there and participate, I am sure you will get a good role. Who can deny a role to such a beauty!” Again my wife was blushing. That day night, I dint disturb her. I thought that a good night’s sl**p will certainly help her look fresh and appealing next day. Exactly at 9.15, we started from our house. The hotel was only 20 minutes ride from my house and we landed there quite early to our appointment. We were waiting in the lounge. At about 10.15, my mobile rang. It was the same Shyaam on line. He asked me to come to Room No 10. Myself and my wife entered the room with bated breath. In the room were three large sofas and in the middle one, three persons were seated. A stout guy who looked around forty got up and shook hands with us. “Hi, I am Shyaam, executive producer of the teleserial!” While Shyaam shook hands with my wife, I felt his hands lingered in her palms for some more time. He then introduced us to the other persons in the room. There was an elderly man in his sixties who was the director of the serial and there was a cameraman who was in his thirties. I felt that every one of them was looking at my wife with keen interest. “So, Rani, U want to try acting?” The director asked my wife. “Yes Sir!” My wife’s reply was not even audible to me. Her face showed that she was under high tension. “Hey, Rani , don’t get tensed , Be relaxed. Have a drink!” Shyaam offered her some wine which my wife refused. Then they gave her Coke and my wife sipped it. Once she looked comfortable enough, Shyaam said, “OK, Rani, its time for auditioning. Now our Director Saab will explain the situation to you. You have to act it out”. Then my wife got up and stood in the middle of the hall. She was carrying her rose color sari very graciously . The director in his sixties took over……. “Rani, just walk from this end to that end!” Rani did just as she was told. While she walked , her Sari just flowed with her body and at times her slender hips were visible to all four of us. Rani walked up to Sofa and stood. “Now walk away from us showing your back to us!” Rani turned and walked away from us. Her beautiful back just bulged in her Sari while her hips swayed in the walking motion. The director looked impressed. He turned to the cameraman and said “She will look very good in posterior angle!” I understood that they were indirectly meaning that my wife got a sexy ass. It looked odd to sit in that room with three other men staring at my wife’s ass. But still, I sat there just watching. “Ok Rani, come back to us!” “Now, I will narrate a scene to you. You are the eldest s****r of a f****y. And your younger b*****r has just passed an exam. He comes and says the news to you. That’s the scene. Can you act it out for us?” My wife was very impressed with this scene because she has an younger b*****r and she loves him so much. So, I knew that she will be very comfortable in this scene. “Rani, U can act out the scene for us with the boy whom we have selected yesterday for this b*****r role. Shyaam, call that boy who is waiting in the next room .!” Shyaam called in the intercom and a young boy of 18 entered the room. “He is Naren who is studying his first year BSC in Bishop’s college. Like U, he is also an amateur who is acting for the first time!” Naren looked quite slim but tall. He entered the room nervously and smiled at my wife. “See Naren, U walk into the room. Rani is standing there. U come shouting that U have passed in the exam. Rani is also very happy. U both hug each other affectionately. That’s the scene, OK!? The trial started. Naren shouted happily that he has passed. My wife responded with a smile. Then he neared her and hugged her. Both of them were very edgy and there was clearly a lot of space between them when they hugged. The director looked unsatisfied. “What is this? U r hugging as if Bush is hugging Bin Laden. U r b*****r s****r and that affection has to be shown! Hug tightly!” Again Naren cud not come up with a tight hug and my wife’s body too was involuntarily moving away from him. After all no other male has hugged her except me in all her life. The director lost his cool. “Hey Naren, U come out, I will show!” he acted out the scene with my wife. After saying his dialogue, he hugged my wife tightly. Though my wife tried to move away, he f***efully held her in his arms and pulled her towards him and hugged her. My wife’s breasts were pressing against his chest and he had his hands wrapped around her. Naren was watching all this and when he got his turn, he too hugged my wife real hard. I felt that my wife was also responding very favorably to his hug than she had with the director and because of this it turned out to be a real intimate hug. My wife’s breasts were crushed against Naren T shirt. And her belly was pressing against his jeans. “Stay still in the hugged position!” The director shouted and then called the cameraman. “Hey nataraj, lets take some trial stills.” Immediately Nataraj took out his zoom focus camera and went near my wife and Naren. The director too was closely looking at them. Nataraj took 2, 3 snaps. Then the director went near Naren. Naren’s hands were around my wife’s hips. “What is this, U r hugging her like a lover. U show the intimacy of a b*****r Man !” So saying, the director took Naren’s hands and gently placed it on my wife’s ass cheeks. He then presses those hands there. Naren took the hint and pressed his hands on my wife’s fleshy ass cheeks. My wife was moving uncomfortably at this new development. She looked at me and I signaled her with my eyes to stay there. Nataraj’s camera was capturing Naren’s hands pressing against my wife’s soft ass cheeks. After about ten snaps the director said cut and Naren immediately released my wife. My wife came back to me like a kitten released from jail. After that tea was served and I found it odd that my wife was giving stealthy glances at Naren and blushing whenever he was seeing her. After tea, again the director got up and signaled to my wife and Naren to come up to him. “Ya , position please!” Both of them were standing there just like that. “See, one of the main requirement when you shoot is whenever a scene gets cut and gets cut and continued, u should immediately come back and stand in your original position that u were when the scene was cut!” The director was almost shouting and my wife and Naren immediately hugged each other and returned to the original position. Once again naren was pressing my wife’s ass cheeks. This time , my wife too dint seem to mind it. “Now, rani, u have got a real test of your acting skills. This is an emotional scene. U have to say with pride that “I always knew that u will pass , b*****r!” and fondly kiss him in the forehead, cheeks,etc. Your face should show love, pride, happiness, everything…Ok!” My wife tried to act out the scene. Once again, when it came to kissing Naren on the forehead and cheeks, she was just peeking at his face quite meekly. Once again, the director lost his cool. “Rani, kiss him with full love. Don’t peck.” He pulled my wife towards him and kissed her on the cheeks. His lips were pressing against her cheeks for almost 10 seconds. When he released my wife, I cud even see the wetness of his saliva on my wife’s cheeks. Ya, kiss him like that!” He told my wife. Since the director was elderly and in his late sixties, my wife cud not resist his kisses as it all appeared to be very professional. “Then, my wife kissed Naren as told and this time I found that her lips really pressed against his forehead and cheeks. Nataraj was clicking his camera for every kiss. “Hey Rani, why have u stopped kissing, u kiss him and he will kiss u. Mind u, its an emotional scene and both of u r highly emotional.” So both my wife Rani and Naren were kissing each other alternately and at one point of time, the timing go it missed and both of them moved towards each other to kiss the other one’s forehead and it ended up as a lip kiss. Nataraj captured this too. Naren dint expect this and once his lips came into contact with my wife’s rosy bud lips, it must have been too much for him and he pressed my wife’s head against his and gave a pretty good lip kiss. This was evident as once his hands were released from my wife’s head, I saw her wiping off his saliva traces from her lips with her hand. The director was very pleased with this unexpected development and he patted Naren. “That’s good my boy! That scene was acted out very emotionally!” He turned to Rani and said “Good show Rani!” After that , Shyaam said , we will continue after lunch. My wife came and sat next to me and said she wants to have a private moment with me. I took her to the lounge again. Guhan, I am not very comfortable with this, we will go!” “Why, what happened?” “No, I am not professional enough to take all this kissing, hugging and all as acting. It feels odd! We will go!” “Ok Rani, I will tell them and come. After all its not courteous to leave just like that!” When I went to Shyaam , he had just then completed his lunch and on seeing me he smiled amiably at me. Before I cud start talking he said, I argued with my wife and convinced her to continue the audition. After having a quick lunch, we went back to the room and this time I found that the room’s lighting had changed and it almost looked like a television setting and Nataraj was in one corner with a film shooting camera. He was adjusting the lighting of the room. This was really too much for me and I cud see my wife’s face redden with anger. I simply wanted to pull my wife from that place and get out of the room but the twenty five thousand rupees in my pocket f***ed me to sit calm there. My wife too looked at me enquiringly and I had to plead with her with my eyes to stay there. My wife gave a resigned look and stood there. Once again, the director patted Naren for his good acting and he gave an appreciating hug to my wife. “U mark my words Rani”. Again the director signaled to the touch up boy and the boy dutifully went to my wife. He again proceeded to touch up my wife’s face and neck and this time my wife herself turned and showed her back to him like a professional actress. He touched up her back and after hands went near my wife’s hips and touched up, the director started to shout… The director and Nataraj had a private discussion which almost sounded like an argument. Finally the director announced to everybody that, “sorry, Nataraj has goofed up with the camera angle. The whole scene has to be shot again! Everyone back to position!” “hey , whats this u r doing man? Biting lips and all that? Do just as I say! We are shooting a scene between b*****r & s****r , mind you!” My wife looked genuinely pleased with this support from director. I too thanked my stars that at last some sense prevailed in shooting the scene. The director said, “Hey boy, wipe her cleavage too! That’s reflecting in the camera!” natraj yelled and my wife even bent to the boy who was kneeling in front of her to show her cleavage and he wiped her cleavage too! This time it looked as though his cock would pop out of his trousers. Even Naren who, just a few minutes back was about to aggressively chew off my wife’s lips went to her and apologized “ Sorry Didi, Just became emotional!” and when my wife accepted his apology and smiled back at him, he gave a tender kiss on her lips and moved away. My wife was surprised but dint react. I was just astonished how these very people who had just met my wife today had the guts to behave so intimately with my wife. I thought that that is the way they moved with all actresses and so they were just being normal. Lets go from here, guhan” she hissed! “Ya, I also thought the same thing! Lets go!” I said and was about to get up. Just then Shyaam’s hand touched my shoulders and I turned. “Mr.Guhan , I want to have a discussion with you!” He took me to the next room. This room looked like an office. I understood that they used this room for making agreements. “Pls be seated Guhan!” Shyaam’s voice was very friendly. “See, I just had a word with our Director and Nataraj. Both of them are 100 % sure that your wife is definitely a star material. But based on the scenes we shot, we have come to a conclusion. We feel that your wife is not suited for this homely s****r role. She has sensuous appeal in her. And she has got a great body too. And her face is very c***dish. After all if u had not told her that she was 28, we would have never guessed. And the chemistry which she exhibited with her co-star was also very good. So, keeping all this in mind, we thought we will drop the idea of making a f****y soap with her and make a movie instead. Its going to be a multi lingual movie taken in 3 languages. We will take a love story starring your wife and Naren and even a normal box office collection should net in at least 10 cores. Since your wife will be the main attraction of the movie, we are willing to sign her for 50 lakhs rupees. Think about it Guhan. The great Sridevi was paid 50 lakhs for her last film and we are offering 50 lakhs to your wife for her first movie itself. I will give u and your wife 10 minutes to think over. “ He took his check book and signed a check for 50 lakhs and put it into my hands. “If u refuse, u can return it!” was all he said before leaving. I sat there stunned for a few minutes. Then I decided to make my wife a movie star. I went to my wife. I took her to the lounge and told her about the offer. When I told her that they were offering 50 lakhs for acting in the movie, I cud see a glint of pride. When I told her that she wud be acting as a teenage girl pairing Naren , the happiness was more evident in her face. But still she couldn’t forget what happened a few moments ago. “But darling, I sometimes lose myself and……….” Words trailed off and I knew she was referring to the tongue sucking incident. Again , I put my arms around her and said in a very comforting way, Hey, what is this? I know that this is all acting. I dint even think for a moment that u r attracted to him. I know u r always loyal to me. The scene required it, U did it. I understand it. I am proud that my wife is very professional!” I bluffed. Both of us knew that she dint suck his tongue because the scene was so or because of professionalism but still I pretended as though it were true. The 50 lakh cheque was making me talk like this. Seeing me pretend like this, my wife too got the hint. She said, “Darling, If u have trust in me, I will act. And I promise u that I will be professional through out!” I was so happy she agreed. I hugged her and we returned to the shooting room. The director, Shyaam and Nataraj were sitting together and going through various script pages. I went near Shyaam and told him that my wife agreed to act as heroine in their movie. Shyaam shook my hands happily. After about fifteen minutes, The director and the other two had agreed upon a script and they called us My wife was standing just next to me. The director pulled my wife from me towards himself and putting both his hands around her, he said, “We have a new costume for this script. In this u have to dress up as a modern teenage girl and this sari wont do! U can go to the next room and changeover to this costume. So saying he handed over her a new costume. My wife went into the adjoining room with the new costume. She dint come out even after 10 minutes and cameraman nataraj went inside. We cud only hear their voices. First I cud hear my wife mumbling meekly. Then I heard Nataraj’s gruff voice. “Arey Rani, U will look so good in this” “No , No, its too short!” “Hey, Rani your thighs are so good. This will expose them. Sridevi shot into limelight only with her thighs” “There’s so much cleavage!” “No , No, I will take care with the camera that it looks decent enough!” “ Guhan Ji, Is it OK if I were this dress?” She hissed in my ears. Before I cud answer her, Shyaam told everyone in the room “ My God! If the stills of her in this costume come out, she can command at least 60 lakhs for her next movie……!” That observation of Shyaam settled the issue for me and 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 who cud 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 very tensed what u will say when I walk out in this dress! But Natraj Sir convinced me somehow….!” And her voice trailed off. What Natraj 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, Rani and Naren, 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 Naren and Rani stood adjacent to the bed. The director started explaining the scene to them. “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 Rani’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. 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 Rani 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. Rani was still sitting in the bed with her legs on floor. She was cross legged. The touch up boy said, The director was getting annoyed….. “ Yeh Sali kya kar raha hai! Dekhne keliye Natraj ko andar beja tho who bhi time lega! ( What is this whore doing! If I send Natraj to see, he will also take his own time…) . It was amazing that he dint have a tinge of hesitation to call my wife “Sali” when I was there. After a minute, the director became impatient and said, “Rani….! Come out now! Its 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 upto 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.! “Arey, Rani, You should have worn it fully and then come out!” he said. “No Sir, I tried but it is too tight for me!” Rani’s voice was almost feeble and it looked as though she would die of shame. The director lost his cool again…. “ hey, poor girl, this panty is too small for her! What can she do? Shyaam, u have to get another panty for her!” . Rani who was almost on the verge of tears was now slightly relieved that the director understood that it was not her fault. She even gave a faint smile still oblivious to the director’s hands under her skirt. Seeing that the colour was returning in Rani’s face, the director pinched her ass cheeks mischievously and said in a joking way, “Saali ki gaand bahuth badi hain!” (The ass of this whore is too big!). Everyone except me laughed at this lecherous joke about the ass of my wife. Even my wife dint mind being called Saali or being pinched in her naked ass cheeks and she too gave a relieved smile that the director was not shouting at her but instead joking at her. The director removed his hand from her skirt and went to discuss the lighting with Natraj. Rani rushed back to the room to change back to her old red panties. I noticed that she dint wait for a second to go into the room once the director had left her and I was proud that my wife still hadn’t lost her shyness and she remained the same loyal housewife who was ashamed to stand pantyless. She returned wearing her red panties with the same mini on her. Shyaam went to the adjoining room and returned with a dozen panties but they all were about the same size as the white one. Since these panties had been ordered for regular slim heroines who sometimes had to use pads also to fill in these panties , they were all too small. Because Rani was a 28 yr old housewife with big fleshy buttocks, this panty problem has arisen. This time Natraj gave a suggestion. The director too agreed. But neither Rani nor me knew her size since we always used to take one of her old panties to the shop and buy a new one. Shyaam went to Rani and asked her the panty size and Rani simply blinked. She turned to me and I came to her rescue. I told Shyaam that we always buy giving the old one as sample. Immediately Shyaam said, “OK, give me any old panty that u have!”. Since the prospect of Rani needing another panty never struck us that morning when we had come for audition for the tele-serial, obviously the only old panty of Rani was the red panty which was wearing now. Since I felt almost guilty that I dint even know the panty size of my wife despite having been married to her for 3 yrs, I cud not bring myself to say that to everyone. So before somebody cud raise a question, I myself told Rani to give the panty that she was wearing. Rani again looked at me as if to confirm whether I am actually asking her to remove the single panty that she had and remain pantyless before all these men. “Didi, I very lucky boy! I touch up for Pretty Didi, Kareena Didi and they all become big star!” he said in his broken English. My wife took an instant liking to this innocent touch up boy and smiled at him. “Bhaiyya(b*****r), hope your luck works on me too! “ she said while allowing him to wipe the seat beads from her cleavage. “U also become star Didi(s****r)!” The touch up boy changed from wiping with sponge to direct hands and wiped off her cleavage. Because the fellow looked so innocent , my wife did not suspect for a moment why his hands were lingering around her breasts even after wiping the sweat. “my name Raamu Didi” He had completed to wipe her feet and knees. “Acha naam hain!” my wife put her hands on the boys hairline and gently ran through his hair in an affectionate s****rly way. “ Guhan Ji, Is it OK if I were this dress?” She hissed in my ears. Before I cud answer her, Shyaam told everyone in the room “ My God! If the stills of her in this costume come out, she can command atleast 60 lakhs for her next movie……!” That observation of Shyaam settled the issue for me and 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 who cud 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 very tensed what u will say when I walk out in this dress! But Natraj Sir convinced me somehow….!” And her voice trailed off. What Natraj 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, Rani and Naren, 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 Naren and Rani stood adjacent to the bed. The director started explaining the scene to them. “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 Rani’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. Afterall, the man was a gentleman who knew his art well. 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 Rani 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. Rani was still sitting in the bed with her legs on floor. She was cross legged. The touch up boy said, The director was getting annoyed….. “ Yeh Sali kya kar raha hai! Dekhne keliye Natraj ko andar beja tho who bhi time lega! ( What is this whore doing! If I send Natraj to see, he will also take his own time…) . It was amazing that he dint have a tinge of hesitation to call my wife “Sali” when I was there. After a minute, the director became impatient and said, “Rani….! Come out now! Its 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 upto 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.! “Arey, Rani, U shud have worn it fully and then come out!” he said. “No Sir, I tried but it is too tight for me!” Rani’s voice was almost feeble and it looked as though she wud die of shame. The director lost his cool again…. “ hey, poor girl, this panty is too small for her! What can she do? Shyaam, u have to get another panty for her!” . Rani who was almost on the verge of tears was now slightly relieved that the director understood that it was not her fault. She even gave a faint smile still oblivious to the director’s hands under her skirt. Seeing that the colour was returning in Rani’s face, the director pinched her ass cheeks mischievously and said in a joking way, “Saali ki gaand bahuth badi hain!” (The ass of this whore is too big!). Everyone except me laughed at this lecherous joke about the ass of my wife. Even my wife dint mind being called Saali or being pinched in her naked ass cheeks and she too gave a relieved smile that the director was not shouting at her but instead joking at her. The director removed his hand from her skirt and went to discuss the lighting with Natraj. Rani rushed back to the room to change back to her old red panties. I noticed that she dint wait for a second to go into the room once the director had left her and I was proud that my wife still hadn’t lost her shyness and she remained the same loyal housewife who was ashamed to stand pantyless. She returned wearing her red panties with the same mini on her. Shyaam went to the adjoining room and returned with a dozen panties but they all were about the same size as the white one. Since these panties had been ordered for regular slim heroines who sometimes had to use pads also to fill in these panties , they were all too small. Because Rani was a 28 yr old housewife with big fleshy buttocks, this panty problem has arisen. This time Natraj gave a suggestion. The director too agreed. But neither Rani nor me knew her size since we always used to take one of her old panties to the shop and buy a new one. Shyaam went to Rani and asked her the panty size and Rani simply blinked. She turned to me and I came to her rescue. I told Shyaam that we always buy giving the old one as sample. Immediately Shyaam said, “OK, give me any old panty that u have!”. Since the prospect of Rani needing another panty never struck us that morning when we had come for audition for the tele-serial, obviously the only old panty of Rani was the red panty which was wearing now. Since I felt almost guilty that I dint even know the panty size of my wife despite having been married to her for 3 yrs, I cud not bring myself to say that to everyone. So before somebody cud raise a question, I myself told Rani to give the panty that she was wearing. Rani again looked at me a