Adultery Indian Wife & Construction Guys -DL continuation.

[Deep_Lover]

Dear Readers.

All of you are aware of the cult classic story, Indian Wife & Construction Guys, written by aurelius1982 and another series by shiprat.

It has been every writers dream to continue the story and try to match up with the standards set by the original authors. Though classics are best remained to be untouched, the challenge is there for the writers.

So, here my trying to write a continuation of the story. It starts from where aurelius left. This is my first effort in writing in english. English may be poor and there may be many mistakes. Please bear with me. I will try to give regular updates.

Thank you all.

Indian Wife & Construction Guys -DL continuation- PART -1

 "Hi Purva." I said. However I tried to sound normal, I couldn't suppress the strain in my voice. Maybe it just reflected my confused hurt feelings.

"Is everything alright, Tarun." Her voice was concerned. Being my better half for twenty years, should have made her sense even subtle changes in me.

"Nothing serious. Everything is alright here. Just that our friendly driver Bhola, just lost his senses and driving the car recklessly." I said, stealing a glance at squirming wide eyed Bhola who was trying to steady the car.   

The man whose hands manhandled Purva's breast was gripping the steering of the car. It looked as though he was groping Purva's breast and driving the car. Here is the man who mounted my wife and fucked her, sitting beside me and driving the car. Is this the body that fucked my wife, I thought. This is the first time I was very close to a man who had fucked my wife. Does my wife's smell still resides in this low class person.

There was gushing sensation in my groin. My cock began to grow. 

"Oh!" I could hear Purva panicking. "Just ask the stupid driver to stop the car if he is not driving properly." She said, now more concerned.

I watched intently Bhola for few seconds and slightly turned my head to see what's happening in the back seat. Anuj, Neel and Ajay were immersed in their smartphones. "It's not necessary, Purva. It seems that our friend Bhola has taken control of the car." I said.

"Thank god! These drivers. Are you sure your, what is his name Driver is not drunken." She asked still shaken.

"Sure, now the driver is alright. His name is Bhola." I told her through phone, and turned right towards Bhola and said with a little louder voice, "Bhola dear, don't panic, don't get tensed. Keep the eyes steadily on the road." Bhola did not take his gaze from the road.

"Tarun, I am little bit concerned. Now wait.... what did you say is the name of the driver?" Her voice quivered slightly.

"He is our dearest friend." I said slowly. "He is our, Bhola!." I waited.

"What!" She exclaimed. "Is he our friend? Driver friend? Do we have a driver friend? Did you say his name is Bhola?"  

"Yes my dear Purva. His name is Bhola." I spoke steadily without any feelings.

"Bhola...Oh!..." I could hear Purva shreak and give a loud gasp, then the phone went dead.  

  
As the car entered into traffic of Delhi, Bhola was taking deep breaths to control himself. "Sirs." Bhola addressed everyone of us, "If you tell me where to drop each one of you, I could plan my trip accordingly." he asked. I told my dropping place which was entirely opposite corner of the city to of my corner of the house. Certainly I have to safeguard my and my family identity. More importantly I have to safeguard Purva. Others told their dropping Places. Bhola dropped Neel, Anuj and Ajay one by one at their dropping points and there was usual parting words. 

When Ajay got down, he said to me with a smirk  face, "Look Tarun." and turned towards Bhola, " I thought about this driver fella story and it sounds true to me. Maybe he might have over exaggerated some things. But the bottom line is that item whore lady is a slut of sluttiest. During the drive I fantasized about her. Man I had a constant boner. Now use your talent and cajole this Bhola to share where that disgusting slut lives. He surely knows that bitch's den and keeping it as atom bomb secret. Anuj, Neel, you and I will one day visit the bitch, and fuck the hell out of her and use her in every possible way as our whore slut  to satisfy our every one of our fantasy. I have a huge urge to put my cock inside her dirty pussy, and feel how it is to be inside one of sluttiest pussy in the world. Man...I think the bitch is to be the hottest kinky slut in the world. " he said with his face and voice reeking of sex.  

Now, here is a complete stranger  who do not have any inkling about my wife, bad mouthing my wife and wanting to fuck her. His demeaning intention of my wife made my body rush blood to my cock.

"Now." continued Ajay, "This is interesting. This slut seems will go to extreme to enjoy being slutty. We will enter into a contract with the husband of this slut, that we will keep the slut with us for one  year and we will drag this cheap whore throughout the country and fuck enjoy her, and we will make her pregnant. Now this slut will not know who is the father of the sperm that is growing in her belly. ha...ha... Now that sperm will have four fathers. Now we will drag her and return her to her husband but with a gift of new born child. How about this plan." he said with a glint of satisfaction in his eyes.

I never expected that one day, a complete stranger will talk about doing all sorts of pervert things to my wife and I will be hearing it being unable to do something about it. I scolded myself silently, not for being unable to do something about Ajay speaking about my wife, but for having to put up with the aroused straightened cock of mine while hearing Ajay speaking. What sort of person I am, I thought myself, in getting pleasure in my wife's degrading.

I looked at Bhola, he was already dead.    

I told to myself, Purva dear your pussy's name and fame is spreading far and wide. 

I shrugged my shoulder and said, "Then I have to use third degree methods on Bhola."

"Get the bitch name and place, Tarun. Get her name and place for sake of our cocks well being." Ajay laughed at his own joke, said good bye and left.

Bhola parked the car at the place I told him to drop me off. It was a darkly lit street in the outskirts of the city. I was glaring murderously at him.

"Sorry sir." he said. His voice sincerely sought forgiveness from me. 

But I was in no mood. Whatever it is I have to secure my, my family honour. More importantly Purva's chastity and honour.

"Sorry for what!." I said angrily. "That you said stories of my wife which even an expert porno story writer couldn't think off, that in your story you made my wife a slut and a whore who sleeps with all the construction workers who eyes her, that my wife is '. cock loving ***** ***** lady, that in your story you fondled my wife's breast and pussy and mounted and fucked her, that you told stories about my wife to complete strangers who now want to fuck my wife and masturbate thinking about. Is this all you are sorry about." I shouted at him murderously.

Bhola was taken aback, and he shrunk in the seat. "Sir, No sir...it is not stories. It's true..." he struggled to finish.

"Now shut the fuck up and I know what is true." I growled at him. " I know my wife. And you want me to believe that my high class, highly educated wife,  family loving wife, was fucking whole lot of low life, gutter class  persons like you." I was shaking with rage that never occurred to me till then.

"I am sorry sir." he quivered.

I glared at him and said, "Fuck your sorry. I want you to forget my wife. I want your mind to forget that you set eyes on my wife. My wife doesn't exist in your life. I don't want you to say stories about my wife. I don't want you even to think about my wife. Is that clear to you. You completely erase my wife from you". My voice was steady and hammered him.

"Yes sir, I promise sir." said Bhola. His fear in voice showed that he was already starting to forget about my wife Purva.

"Yesterday night when you were drunken sleep, I went through your phone. I have every details about you. I know about your family, where you reside and where you bank. So, if one word comes out of your disgusting mouth about my wife..." I stopped and looked into eyes of Bhola.

"Not one word comes out of my mouth sir." I felt his resolute and sincerity in his voice.

I continued, " If one word comes, do you know what a sulfuric acid is?" I asked him, and he nodded his head. "Good." I said. "I will dip a huge iron rod into sulfuric acid and soak it and will shove the road up in your ass until it comes out of your mouth. I will drag your mother and sisters in front of you and bang them before your own eyes, cut your cock from your body, and make you bleed to death. Is that clear to you."

"Yes sir." Bhola was half dead.

I took a wad of currency from my purse and threw it on Bhola. "Now take this money. Shut your dirty smelly cunt of mouth and get lost. This must be the last time I must set my eyes on your monkey face." I shouted at him, kicked the car door open and got out.

"Sir, one moment please sir. Can you spend just few minutes with me sir. I am not a bad person as you think sir. Please sir, I want to talk to you." Bhola with crying voice honestly begged me putting his head forward. His watery eyes made me think about it. 

Slowly I got into the car and slammed the door shut.

"What is it Bhola?" my voice softened.  

....to be continued.

[blackdesk]

lets make it a kinkyiest story. let see what are hidden in your sleeves.make it a long long story.

[Ssglover]

Great start

[Deep_Lover]

 Indian Wife & Construction Guys -D_L continuation 

Part-2 

Bhola seems to be relaxed on seeing me softened.

"Sir, as a fellow human being hear me out. Again sir, don't get angry that I am telling stories about Madam. Hear me out for few minutes and decide yourself." His use of word Madam, and the respectful and reverence expression behind it made me to hear him out.

"O.K. Bhola." I said somewhat in a doubtful manner. I am in no mood to hear any more secrets of my wife adventures, but his tone and manner made me to hear him out in full.  

Bhola took a deep breath. "Sir, Madam is not slut or whore. She is not unchaste full woman or unfaithful characterless sex crazy whore. Truth is that she is pure and chaste woman. She is an angel. Don't ask me how I know it because I cannot explain it. Just it is the feeling of my inner self soul and it cannot be untrue." he said fixing his gaze into past.

"That day what I saw and did to Madam was with completely different woman in Madam's body. She is like possessed by demon and having different character and body. So different from real woman as different a different women can be." he said after a little pause.

He looked at me tensely. "Sir, in future if ever there comes a situation for you to believe all the stories about Madam are true, please don't get angry with her, please don't take revenge on her, please don't leave her. For the sake of goodness, please understand her, please take care of her feelings and please love her more." he said.

He waited for my reaction. With still face I looked him.

Sensing that I will not react anymore he continued."Remember the day when I said that I went to the house to fondle her breasts. Now, she was sitting in the couch with legs spread and hands over her face bent backside. I saw her exposed breasts. What a breasts it was. Perfect mound of flesh and perfect nipples. It was hanging there as one of the wonders of the world to be respected and worshiped. But, this low class constructions worker did not know the value of the breasts and the life behind it. They considered this beauty of breasts as beasts.  I don't know how many hands, so many coarse hands manhandled Madam's breasts. Beasts treated breasts as beasts. Even now, there is shiver down my spine when thinking about it." He shivered.

He continued. "It is, not how a high class family woman could allow her breast to be degraded and violated like that, but about how this low class class people could with their coarse hands manhandle and violate it. The breasts were so much violated that it became as red as setting sun. The body was pure white and the breasts were hanging like a red cherry on her body. It was there to be plucked and eaten." His eyes are twinkling while he said this.

"But, I felt sorry for Madam. I don't know how and when I started to love her. At that moment Madam opened her eyes and saw for a first time a low class construction worker in true sense of love and awe of her. I saw her eyes, and it sent shock waves. Madam was loving me. It was true love. I could feel it. I couldn't believe it. First time a girl was loving me. I just lost to her. It seems after so much manhandling by animals, Madam was searching for someone human. I was just there loving her. She was expecting some loving tender care to her mauled breasts." Bhola gave a longing expression.

With the same expression he continued, "I approached Madam with full of love. Madam eyes were full of love. I blushed. Madam also blushed. It was like first time teen lovers. I kissed Madam's breast tenderly. Licked it with like a cat licking his kitten. I said to her, I Love you Madam. Her eyes said I love you too. Madam was enjoying my love kisses in her breast. Madam eyes opened wide, she completely accepted me her as lover and was ready to give her love to me. But..." He stopped and his face turned ashen.

"Just at that moment, I looked at Madam's body in full . That's the mistake I should have never done. Madam's body made of something that made my animal instinct to boil over. When madam was ready to give her love to me, I became an animal. I became just one of the low class construction workers. My love became lust. I  began to maul her breast  just as many others before me did. I was overcome by lust. I was shocked to see Madam's face. There was disappointment and pain in her face. The person whom she began to love had betrayed her. She and I lost each other." His voice turned fearful.

There was long silence in the car.

With rapid breaths Bhola got hold of himself. "In subsequent encounters, she silently tried to arose my love towards, but I was fool. I rejected a diamond and choose shit. I couldn't control my animal instincts, I tried to maul her, violate her and mount her and fuck her. I blackmailed her. I forget about  lifelong love, and went after few minutes of lust happiness.  Even when I was fucking her, for certain period of time, she embraced me with such an tenderness that begged me to show love to her and she was ready to give everything for my love. But, I was stupid. I went along with my animal instincts." He stopped and bent his head down to see his clawed hands.

Then as if to say his present predicament, he looked my face with saddened look and said,"When all was finished, that few second's of  Madam's love was lingering over my life. I was searching for it. No woman or girl can give it for me. I lost Madam. I lost my love to anyone. That rush quick fuck of Madam was no match for my subsequent sex. I couldn't love anybody and marry anybody. Still now I am searching a woman like Madam.". He let out a huge air out of his mouth.

"I never told Madam's story to anyone. I couldn't come to speak about her.  It's like defiling my love and my Madam. Even god will not the get the story of Madam inside me. But, yesterday was the first time Madam's story came out of my mouth." His body writhed with shame and aversion.

With unbelievable expression, "Even though I was drunk, I was shocked that how come something about Madam came from my mouth. It must be because of meeting you sir, I don't know you are Madam's husband, but meeting you made me to speak the story. It's something that is connected with something that I was desperately searching for in my life,  was before my eyes and near me made me to do it." Now there some glint of happiness in his face.

Now Bhola's face was with steady expression of seeking atonement. "I am sorry sir. If you don't have trust and confidence in me that the Madam's story will not be buried within myself, just ask me to die now itself. I will get out of the car and jump under the wheels of any passing truck. On the other hand if you believe in me and trust me, consider me as your younger brother, I will give my life to you and I will be slave to you. I will do whatever you ask me to do. I will be anything that my Madam's husband asks for. Simply because you have been chosen by my Madam to be her husband, because only you can understand and love Madam in the whole world." He said.

Unbelievable, I thought and looked deeply into Bhola's eyes.

"Will you trust me  and accept me as your brother, sir." Bhola looked into my eyes and asked me as a man to man.

I don't know what made me to say it. Is it because I felt the good nature of Bhola or what, I don't Know.

"Yes. Bhola." I said with conviction. I know then and there, I got a good person as my friend. A friend who will go any length to safeguard my wife's honour.

There was huge relief on the face of Bhola. He looked me thankfully. He seems to ready to do whatever for me, not for me, but for the husband of Purva. I thought Purva brought me a good soul to me.

His face turning happier, "Thanks sir, I will protect you and Madam in every possible way I can. You can count on me to do for you anything. You have to just order me sir." he said like a dog expecting it's master's order.

I looked at him with amazement and nodded my head.

Now with a confidence face he said, "Another thing sir. I don't want to meet madam in any way. I am not worthy of her sight. Please sir, let my life run on madam's few seconds of love, but can you do one thing for me sir..." and waited without finishing and looking my face with anxiety.

I got hold of Bhola's hand and said, "Ask me Bhola, You are not capable asking anything bad. Whatever it is openly ask me." I looked at hum reassuringly.

I could see a boundless shy come over Bhola's face. He closed his eyes and downed his face. "Sir, Today night, exactly at 12:30 A.M. can you have such a love filled sex with Madam, thinking that you are me Bhola. Sir, have sex with Madam like Bhola is having sex with Madam.That's enough for my life. Can you do that for me sir?" he said in a slow shy voice.

I was taken aback. I didn't know how to react to it. Unknown to Bhola my cock got straightened and  it was already tearing my pants. He wants me to do role play. He wants me to be him while I fucked my wife Purva. Now, there's no one to consult to how to react to such an uncommon request. But there is one way to answer. I listened to my cock. My cock was roaring to me to say yes.

I said, "Yes, Bhola, certainly I will do it."  A wry smile came over my face.

Bhola was bubbling with joy. "One thing sir, don't tell madam that you are fucking her like that.  I don't want any part of me touching madam in any manner." he requested me.

"Yes Bhola." I said with a smile and suppressed laugh at the stupidity of all this talk.

Bhola caught hold of my hands, " Thanks sir. I consider this as your leg sir. Thanks sir You have my number sir. This Bhola, will be always at your beck and call. Don't forget it sir." he said.

I looked at him with an understanding smile. "Hereafter, you are my more than my brother Bhola. I will never forget that." I said and climbed out of the car.

The car drove away as an happy lover. I walked around two streets and reached a main road of sorts, hailed a taxi and was driven to my house.

Now left all alone, I had to time to think of Purva. I was confused. Did I correctly treat Purva with that sarcastic phone call. What sort of mental condition will be she in. Will she be in guilty feeling of not telling complete true story of her adventures. Will she be thinking of her dishonesty. Will she decide to tell me the whole story.

Whatever it is, I thought, today night cunt of my wife will get a huge hammering, and I gently touched my hard cock. A smile came to me. The taxi was running fast towards my home.  I was unaware that something sinister awaits me there.  

... to be continued.

[Dumeelkumar]

Awesome narration, whats gonna happen next.

[Deep_Lover]

While taxi was snaking through the traffic, my mind was furiously thinking. There was rush of blood through my body. The thought that Purva extended the boundary beyond the limits of open marriage hurt me. It is not that she did those things that hurt but concealing major parts bearing on our life that really hurt me. I thought of what secrets are hiding up in her sleeve.

The more I thought about Purva, the more blood rushed through my body. Excitement spread over my body. I had difficulty in controlling my hard on.

I thought, Purva today night your cunt is going to be pounded badly by my cock.

When Purva opened the Door, I was shocked to death. Both of us are running 38 years but Purva was beautiful as ever. Birth of Sameer brought life to her body. Her breasts put on lots of fat and became fantastically hardened and are a sight to watch and good for the cocks. The nipples were pushed little bit further as a lump. There is a sexy plumpness on her body, which accentuated the curves of her body. And muscles of her vagina became strong and gripping. Her face was as beautiful as ever with good radiant eyes and long nose. Her body tone was white as a ***** lady could be white. She looked like a strong girl in her early twenties. I wondered how a woman can maintain her body like that. A perfect strong body to take lot of strains.  

But that Purva was not standing before me. The lady before me was another Purva aged ten years. There were strains in her face that wrinkled it. Body was slumped. It seems that all the pounding and mauling that Purva took six years ago suddenly came to haunt her and express herself through her body. It's a body that cried that it bore an illegitimate child.

I was deeply concerned. "Oh poor purva." I said and hugged her tightly. "What have you become." I tried to solace her.

She looked up to me with teary eyes and said, "Please don't do anything to him. Please don't harm him." Tears rolled from her eyes.

I was confused to what she was talking. "What are you talking about. To whom I will do anything? Harm him?" I asked her.

Instantly she said, "Sameer." and cried.

This disgusted me and made me angry. This thought of me hurting Sameer, even from my lovable Purva put me off.

"What made you to think that I would harm Sameer." I angrily snapped at her.

"I...I... thought..." she trailed off crying.

"Shut your dirty cunt mouth, you bitch!" This is the first time I ever remember being angry at Purva and shouting at her swearing.

I dragged her to the bedroom where the children were sleeping. Apu was sleeping deeply, even an earthquake of ten on Richter scale won't wake him. On the bed beside Apu's, Sameer  was sleeping with a grin spread over his beautiful face. It seemed that he was having a good dream.

I bent over Sameer and kissed his forehead lovingly and said, "Sameer, I love you Sameer. You are my child dear. You were given by God to me. You are the child I wanted to have. Till I am there no harm will come to you." I hugged him with all my strength of love.

It must be providence I believe. Unexpectedly Sameer hugged me in his dreamy sleep and said, "I love you papa. I love you more than mummy." and kissed me.

For a long time I looked at this beautiful boy's face. Slowly I got up and dragged Purva to the hall and slapped her face with all my anger. She stumbled on the couch. "Bitch." I spit on her.

Purva rubbing her red cheek and with teary eyes called out,"Oh, Tarun I am sorry. Just that I got worried and I was in dread. I thought you will be mad at me and take it out on Sameer." She shed tears.

"Slut! Whore! How dare you think that I will harm Sameer. How dare can you think of such monstrosity about me. This husband of you loved you. This husband of you loved you even when you slept with all those low class construction workers. This husband sacrificed everything for your happiness. Now see what you think of me." I was shaking with anger before her.

"Sorry Tarun." She cried. But my anger was unabated. Sensing that I was in no mood to calm down, Purva slowly got up and removed her night clothes and stood before me naked, trying to unsettle me with her beauty and make me fall for it.

Once again pain pierced my heart. There stood a aged body showing the battering she took long ago. The alluring figure was gone. Colour and life was drained out of my beautiful wife's body. My heart cried out for my Purva. But before showing her my glowing unbounded love and pity to her I wanted to make certain things clear.

I slapped hard at her now lifeless breasts. "Oh Tarun!' she cried out and fell on the couch. I slapped the dangling breasts repeatedly through her cries and wriggling body, till it showed the red color beneath its skin. She pleaded, "Please Tarun, Please don't treat me like this. You must not be the person to treat me like this. Oh my god, what I have made my lovable and caring husband. Oh my lord, I made my husband an beast. Please stop Tarun." and cried out loud in pain.

I was taken aback by the love of my wife. But she needed to be told something, which cannot be told in love but only in pain

I spread her legs wide and put my index and middle fingers inside her cunt and wriggled it hard as to take out its inside muscles. Purva was squirming. Suddenly her eyes became half closed. I know what it means. She was starting to enjoy it and racing towards climax. Suddenly I began to smack hard at her vagina. Instead of closing it with her thighs and hands, she spread her legs far and wide and thrust her vagina for me to be smacked harder, I began to hit her vagina harder and harder. Smacking sound reverberated around the hall. I made each smack harder and stronger. But with vengeance she trust her cunt towards me to smack further.

I could see a sexual current running through and reverberate in her body. With half closed eyes and wide opened mouth gushing painful sounds, she was giving her cunt to my hard smacking and enjoying herself. This unsettled me. Her whole area between her thighs turned red. The lips of her vagina swelled and made distinct muscle figure. Her clitoris was popped out and looking for simulations.

I saw Purva enter into launchpad for orgasm.

"Hit me harder. Hit me harder. Hit me harder." she was screaming and began to twist her hips.

I stopped suddenly. There was silence in the room. Her body vibrated as if expecting my smacking.

"Aaah..." She let out a disappointed cry and looked at me pleadingly and said, "Please Tarun don't stop." in a hissing begging voice. Her face looked like as a dog face would look when expecting its bone.

I got hold of her hair and jerked her face near my face and locked my eyes with hers. "Look, Purva, I don't care from which gutter cock of pipe spurted the sperm that made Sameer, I don't even care when that gutter sperm entered your cunt, your cunt was drainage of septic tank, but when that sperm entered your uterus it became pure, and when that one sperm dug into your egg, it became my son. So I don't care who was the scumbag who contributed his sperm through your disgusting whore cunt. For me it is enough that he was carried by your uterus and when he came out of your cunt, your cunt was pure and clear. Sameer is not a bastard. I am his one and only father. Nobody can have any claim over him. Is that clear."

Purva face turned into bewilderment. She could not believe what she is hearing. She nodded her head.

Again I jerked her head and said, " I love Sameer and I am his father, only because I love you! Purva, because I love you Purva. To show my unconditional love to you, that whatever you are, wherever you are, I still love you Purva. The proof of the said love on you is me becoming the father of Sameer and loving him. My love for you never falters even if you become a maggot in a gutter. " I spoke strongly to her face.

She looked at me astounded and jumped up and hugged with great love and said "Oh my Tarun, what can I say,  what can I give in return, I love you Tarun. My love is everlasting love." and hugged me as a mother hugs a child.

But I was not finished. I pulled her head back and looked into her eyes again and said, "You know what, your love for sameer is not as a mother's love for one's son, it's no because of  you being his mother or he being son..." I paused and looked her face intently, she was quivering as if she was expecting the deepest secret of her to be told to her and exposed to her.

Her eyes begged me, don't tell me Tarun, but I have to tell her, "You are clutching sameer not because he is your son but because he is something a part of Sajid. You want to clutch  sameer because you want to clutch Sajid. Your love of Sajid  cock is the only reason to clutch Sameer. You forgot Sajid but not his cock. Dear Purva, clutching someone is not equal to loving someone" I said to her heart.

If her body was  made of glass, it would have shattered immediately. But her muscles shrunk. She broke out and cried aloud and tears rolled down her cheeks. She was waiting all these years for someone to tell her the dirty secret she has hidden herself.

"I am a dirty woman." Purva cried aloud and said to me crying, "Please forgive me Tarun, I am sorry." She cried aloud.

I am still yet not finished. " Purva. I am pleased to announce to you that Sajid did not father Sameer. He is not the father of Sameer." I shouted at Purva.

Purva stood still as if struck by a lightening. Her life drained from her body. For long time she stood there without any movement. She was overcome by sadness like some precious gift had been snatched from her.

Then slowly she sat down at the couch spread her legs far and wide, and thrust her throbbing juicy cunt at me, and said at slow steady voice, "Fuck me Tarun." She was tired but had a amazing vigor. My cock was itching for her hole. I put my cock in her cunt and it readily accepted it. It was like my cock experiencing new cunt. I began a slow and steady pounding. My cock smoothly went in and out. Her hole was real hot with slippery fluid. Her body shook keeping with my movement. I can feel raise of animal desire in her. It seems it found its lost paradise. She began to reciprocate to my pounding. Her hips began a rhythmic up and down movement over my cock. I looked at her face. A  calm glow began to form over her face.

Purva face began to regain her youth and beauty in the sexual ecstasy.

"You know Tarun." She said in throes of ecstasy, "When I went to quench my thirst with all that dirty constructions workers, I was living in different world, which was different from real world of my husband. I know that the real world will be waiting for me. I had the strength to take on the unbearable strain to straddle and live in the two worlds. I was mentally and physically strong. At one point I couldn't take that world of debauchery and then Sameer happened. I just forgot about that bad bad world and left it. But now at this moment of my life, I know that I don't have the strength to straddle two worlds. I was praying that, please god don't send me any trigger points that will lead me to go to other world. Because now I have to chose only one world." and she stopped to enjoy my and her pounding for some time.

"Please." Purva begged, "Please don't give me the trigger points Tarun because I don't want you to leave your world and go to that dirty world of low class." She stopped there and began to enjoy my fucking.

I grabbed her aesthetic breasts and began to knead them while fucking. Her body started to become rigid. She opened her eyes and looked me intently.

That's the moment I found that I had triggered every points that she feared might be happening and I have lost her to the other world completely. It made me go mad with ecstasy. My mind was sending electrical currents to every part of my body about the changes in my wife. My only question was can she survive the other world of dirty low class enjoyment life and come back to me as she did six years ago. I had a doubt she could not.

That doubt made me to fuck her furiously. The thought of Purva again becoming a unhinged  dirty slut made me go reckless with my fucking.

Purva put her legs behind my back and began to press me down to herself and pound her into me. She began to blabber. She was racing towards orgasm.

Her blabbering were incoherent. As we, fucked ourselves furiously, her incoherent voice began to become clearer and clearer.

It said only in a voice only she could hear, "Sajid, Sajid, Sajid, here I come to you again Sajid."

She opened her eyes and looked at my eyes. Both of us began to orgasm simultaneously. She said "Sajid" loudly, which made my cock to shoot my sperms into her deep parts. For a very long time, we enjoyed what seems to be like an everlasting orgasm,  hugging each other, kissing each other and getting deeper into each other. We don't want to be separated at all, because the shadow of Sajid was looming over us menacingly.                            

...to be continued.

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