Adultery UNFAITHFUL MOTHERS AND HOUSEWIFES by stranger_women

[Ramesh_Rocky]

ZERO TOLERANCE
LAST PART


Stacy's face flushed red as she began to speak. "You promise not to get angry?"

"How can I promise that when I have no idea what you are going to say?" I said as calmly as possible.

"Yesterday, after Ed and Linda left for Concord with Linda's father John Fisher called and asked me if he could borrow the van for a few hours to run some errands. I said he could. I can't believe he left that mess in the van. I will give him hell for it next time I see him."

"Jesus, why the hell would you let him borrow the van." I almost yelled.

"Don't get like that with me. That is my van and if I want to loan it to a friend I will," Stacy yelled back at me.

I didn't like the idea of Stacy loaning her van to John Fisher but at least that explained the used condom. Banging one of his new hires in the back of the van was just the kind of stunt he would pull.

Stacy striped off her bra and panties and put a sexy nightgown and then said she was going down to get a glass of water and asked it I wanted anything. I told her to bring me a glass too.

When she left the room I got her gift and the card out of my bag and started looking around the room for a pen. I couldn't find one and when I heard Stacy coming back up the stairs I took the gift and the card into the bathroom and hid them in my drawer.

I went back into the bedroom as Stacy was setting the glasses of water on the bedside table.

"Do you have a pen up here?" I asked.

"I think there's one in my handbag. Why."

"You'll see in a minute," I said as I grabbed her handbag off the floor and headed into the bathroom.

It always amazed me how much junk Stacy had in her handbag. I had to pull a lot of stuff out before I found a pen. I quickly signed the card and began stuffing things back into her bag and wondering why she never throws anything away. It always struck me as being funny that she would be obsessively neat in some areas of her life and a slob in other areas. Her handbag was a perfect example of the latter. During this process of putting things back into her bag I dropped something on the floor. I looked down I saw a five dollar bill and two one dollar bills folded together. When I picked them up I noticed that there was a piece of paper folded up with that money. That was typical of Stacy. She would buy something and when she got her change she would just roll the bills together with the receipt and stuff them in her bag.

"What's going on in there?" Stacy shouted from the bedroom. "You've been gone fifteen minutes."

"I'll be there in a minute," I said.

I guess it was probably another ten minutes before I went back into the bedroom.

Stacy was lying on the bed when I came into the room and she stood up and moved toward me as I approached the bed. Stacy kissed me and said, "Are we going to make a baby tonight?"

Stacy kissed me again and pushed her hand inside my pants and started stroking my semi-erect member. Stacy sat down on the edge of the bed and opened my pants and pushed them down and helped me step out of them. She did the same with my underpants and then took my cock into her mouth and was soon bringing me close to a climax. I managed to control myself and pull away from her. I picked Stacy up and dropped her on the bed and then I striped off my clothes I joined Stacy on the bed and began to explore her body with my hands and tongue.

I kissed and licked her neck as I watched the goose flesh pop out on her thighs. I opened her nightgown and moved down to take a nipple into my mouth as I slowly inserted a finger into her pussy. I would have thought by the way she came after me that she was already hot and very aroused but I was somewhat surprised to find that she wasn't very wet. I worked my finger deeper into her sex and began to tease her clitoris with my thumb. Soon Stacy's love channel began to respond coating my fingers with her natural juices. When Stacy began to breathe hard I moved down and began to give her oral pleasure and I enjoyed the taste of her hot sex. I sucked Stacy's clitoris between my lips and flicked my tongue across it until she erupted into orgasm.

After her orgasm I rolled Stacy onto her stomach and lifted her hips up so that she was on her knees and then I pushed the stiff blood engorged cock into her from behind and pounded Stacy until I felt my climax begin to build. When I knew that I could hold back no longer I pulled out of Stacy's dripping pussy and began stroking my cock by hand as I shot my load of hot semen onto her ass.

When I was sure that my balls were empty I got off the bed and went to the bathroom to wash my cock off. Then I returned to the bedroom and began to get dressed as Stacy watched me with a look of disbelief on her face.

"Why did you do that and why are you getting dressed?" she asked.

"Why did I do what?"

"Why did you pull out and cum on my butt? I can't get pregnant if you don't cum inside me," she said.

I didn't say anything until I slipped my shoes on.

"I have to go. I am going to stay at one of the hotels out by the airport," I said.

"What's going on?" Stacy asked. "You are beginning to scare me."

"If I stay here things are likely to get a lot more scary," I said.

"I don't understand. Tell me what is going on."

"Okay. You want to know why I pulled out? I pulled out because I don't want to have a baby with you," I said.

Somehow I managed to enjoy the look of shock on her face.

For a moment Stacy looked like she might start crying. "I don't understand. Why are you acting this way?" she asked.

"I decided to let your other lover get you pregnant. After I leave you can call him and tell him that he no longer has to use a condom when he fucks you. That should make you both very happy," I said.

"Mark, what are you talking about?"

"Stacy, it's over. I know that whoever used that condom used it to fuck you."

The look on Stacy's face was one of her unreadable expressions. I couldn't even tell if she cared that she had been found out.

"Where would you get an idea like that, Mark? How could you think that I would ever cheat on you?" Stacy said.

"If you bothered to clean out your handbag once in a while, you might have gotten away with this," I said and pulled two slips of paper out of my pocket and threw them at her. "Do you know what I was doing all that time I was in the bathroom? When I went out today I bought you those diamond earrings you like so much. I wanted to give them to you tonight to express my love to you. I also bought a card to go with the gift. That's why I needed a pen."

Stacy was totally confused. She still didn't know where I was headed with my ramblings.

"I found the pen in the bottom of your bag. I also found these two receipts. The first one was issued at 12:30 PM yesterday at MacDonald's. I thought it was quite a coincidence that you bought two Big Macs, one large order of fires and two medium drinks and I found a MacDonald's bag in the back of the van with the remains of that exact meal.

"Being the trusting husband that I am I searched the rest of your bag looking for anything that would prove me wrong. So what did I find? A receipt from Thompson's Pharmacy dated yesterday afternoon. Imagine my surprise when I saw that you purchased a package of condoms and a tube of vaginal moisturizer. Now why the fuck would you need those items?"

Stacy's eyes were opened wide and her face had gone complete white. When she didn't say anything I bent down and finished tying my shoes. That task completed I straightened up again and I looked over at Stacy. She was staring at me seemingly unable to speak.

"By the way. I will be returning the diamond earrings," I said. "Somehow I don't think you deserve them."

As I picked up my bag and started out of the room Stacy finally found her voice.

"Please don't go. Let's talk about this."

I gave her a look like I thought she was crazy. "Talk about what?" I asked. "You fucked Steve behind my back and then tried to lie to me when I found the evidence. You cheat on me then tell me you want to have a baby with me. How can you calmly sit there and act like we have anything more to discuss?"

"You can't go out of town being mad at me. We need to talk about this."

"What the fuck have you been smoking? You think I am just supposed to forgive you for fucking some guy in the back of your van? What, do you think you are still a fucking teenager?"

"Mark, I know you're upset but let me explain..."

"There are three things I don't want to hear from you right now," I said. "I don't want to hear you say that you can explain. I don't want to hear you say that you are sorry and I don't want to hear you say that you didn't mean to hurt me."

I still couldn't read the expression on Stacy's face. I thought I saw a tear but she appeared to be so calm that I doubted it. I would have expected her to be crying and begging me for another chance. I was beginning to think that she really didn't care. How could she have been the sexual dynamo she had been the past two nights as she told me how much she loved me and that she wanted to have my baby and then turn around and tear my heart out? Had all that been just an act? Had she just stopped loving me?

"Mark, please stay and talk to me."

"The only thing I want to know before I leave is how long have you been cheating on me?" I asked.
She did not answer at first. But then suddenly she started to speak.

"Yesterday was the last…… please believe me. We had only two fucking sessions before that.
“Why Stacy……….why” I shouted.
I just wanted to check how it fills to have some other persons cock inside me. I already told Steve that it will just be a 2 or 3 fucking sessions and that will be the end of our little affair. He also agreed. There was no love involved in those fucks. Just to have some pleasure and fun….that’s it……….its true….you must believe me.
Tell me, yesterday when you did you do that? I asked.

In the party. Just 15-20 minutes of humping. That’s it. I swear.

Where? I asked again.

Well we were not getting any place inside the house. We were frustrated. Then certainly I came with the idea of using the back side of my van.
Oh…. so you purchased the van because you wanted some more space….. so that you can enjoy a quickie with Steve.
No I swear it is not true. I mean…. I wanted it in my van but not with Steve. That time I have not decided who will be the guy. But Yeas….I was dreaming for a long time to have some fun inside a van. I saw it in a movie and I liked the idea very much. It was about a busy housewife and a mother of 3. She wanted some outside marriage fuck to change the taste. She found one of her neighbors. They were doing it inside the van so that after their release they can reach home quickly. After watching the movie it became my dream to fuck someone other than you in the backside of a van.


That’s why you requested me to remove the back seat of the van. I thought it’s because of Ed and Linda.

She did not answer.
“Tell me what happened after that” I shouted.
After that session he left and I went to toilet to clean my self. And then I joined those girls sitting with their husbands behind that oak tree.
So you have no regrets….I said in a husky voice.

Look mark it’s just about 2,3 fucking sessions and that was it. Do you really think a few fucks could make any difference? I still love you and you know that I will continue to love you for the rest of my life. I am sorry that I fucked around your back. I admit that I was unfaithful. But just for having someone’s cock inside my pussy once or twice…….you can’t leave me like this. How could you forget all those beautiful moments we spend together? I knew Steve Lydon was a ladies man. I knew you don’t like him. But he was so irresistible that I could not control my self. It just happened. I could not control the situation because of my freaking dream. I just wanted to have some fun before taking the huge responsibilities of a mother. Please forgive me.

I didn't know what the hell she was trying to say and I really didn't care. I looked at Stacy to see if I could get any kind of hint as to what was going on inside her head but nothing in her expression gave me any kind of clue. I wasn't sure that it would have made any difference anyway. I swear I will not give you any chance to complain for the rest of my life,

"Good bye, Stacy," I said as I headed for the stairs.
"Why are you leaving?" Stacy asked and for the first time I could hear a little panic in her voice.
“Pl don’t leave me like this Mark . Every human being makes mistake. I am sure we will work out something about it. Don’t punish me like this Mark…….please”. She cried out loudly this time.


I looked straight in to her eyes and said
"Do you remember the discussion we had before we had sex for the first time? When we swore to each other that we would never be unfaithful."
"Yes," she said, "Of course I remember that."
"Well, I guess I believed you meant it, because I did. There were two words you used that night that I have lived with all these years. Do you remember?"
Stacy didn't answer.
"Zero Tolerance," I said and then I walked down the stairs and out of the house.
(END)

[Ramesh_Rocky]

FIDELITY

1ST PART


In the summer of 1991 I had just gotten out of the army and returned home to Atlanta with the intention of getting my engineering degree at Georgia Tech. I had spent a year in college there before I went into the service and now all I wanted to do was get back to college and finish what I had started, so I enrolled in summer classes that June.

I had two goals that summer. The first was to get back into student mode as quickly as possible and the second was to get laid as often as possible. As it turned out I was only successful in meeting my first goal and that’s because I met Wendy.

I noticed Wendy the first day of classes. She was in my Philosophy class and had taken the seat next to me. Wendy was tall, five feet eleven inches, with long dark brown hair and blue eyes. She told me she was from Oak Park, Illinois, a suburb of Chicago and came to Tech to get away from the cold winters. I liked her right away and by Friday of that first week I had managed to get a date with her.

Wendy made it obvious that I wasn’t going to get into her pants, at least not for quite some time. She told me that she was a virgin and was planning to remain one until she meet and fell in love with the right man.

I was torn. I wanted to get laid and it appeared that the only way I could do that was to find a girl who wasn’t looking for her Prince Charming and was willing to have sex just for the fun of it. I also want to continue my relationship with Wendy, but I knew if I tried to do both Wendy would find out and I would lose her.

I surprised myself by giving up my quest to get laid and concentrated on building my relationship with Wendy. It took me three months to get Wendy to go to bed with me but it was worth it. It happened on a weekend near the end of September. We had gone out on our usual Friday night routine. Dinner at a fast food restaurant and then to a party at a friend’s apartment. That evening I sensed that something was wrong. Wendy was very quiet and kept wandering away from me at the party. I was beginning to think that she was getting ready to break up with me.

At ten o’clock Wendy told me she wanted to go home. This just added to my worry because Wendy never wanted to go back to her dorm before midnight on a weekend. I asked her if she wasn’t feeling well hoping that might be reason for her strange behavior. She said, “I’m fine, I just want to leave.”

I felt a little better thinking it was just the party she wanted to leave. When we got to the car I asked her where she wanted to go and she said, “Weren’t you listening? I said I want to go home. Take me back to the dorm.”

There was an edge in her voice when she spoke that told me that I shouldn’t ask any questions. On the ride back to her dorm Wendy didn’t say another word. When we pulled up at her dorm I got out of the car and started around to open Wendy’s door but she got out before I got to the door and started to walk to the dorm. I ran after her and fell in step next to her and we walked silently to the main entrance to the dorm. At the door, instead of letting me come in with her, Wendy turned to me and said good night. I tried to kiss her but she pulled back and said, “I’ll talk to you tomorrow.”

I walked back to my car feeling a little sick. I knew that when I talked to Wendy the next day she was going to tell me it was over. On the drive to my apartment I tried to figure out what could have gone wrong. Had I done something to upset her? I couldn’t imagine what that might be. Or had Wendy met another guy and fallen in love with him. I was miserable. I thought Wendy was the woman I would spend the rest of my life with and now I was about to lose her.

When I got to my apartment I didn’t even turn the lights on. I just sat in the dark and tried to make sense out Wendy’s behavior. I had been sitting there about a half hour when I began to hear a noise in my head. I couldn’t make the noise go away then I suddenly realized the noise was my phone ringing. I must have fallen asleep in the chair. I jumped up and banged my chin on a table as I tried to get to the phone and collapsed on the floor in pain. Before I could get up the answering machine picked up the phone. After my lame not at home message completed I heard Wendy’s voice asking, “Jim, are you there?
Please pick up the phone.”

I got to the phone just as she hung up. I wondered if I should call her back. Was she calling to break up with me or was I worrying about nothing? I decided to call.

When she answered the phone she asked me where I was when she called. I told her about banging my chin and falling down, hoping that she would take sympathy on me and decide not to break up. She said, “I’m sorry I made you hurt yourself. The reason I called was to apologize for the way I was acting all evening. I had something on my mind, a decision I was trying to make and it seemed like the party and you were interfering with my ability to think clearly.”

I was afraid of what was coming next. I said, “So have you made your decision?”

“Yes, but before I tell you I have to ask you something.”

“Ask me anything.”

“Do you really love me?”

“Yes. How could you ever doubt that?”

“I was sure you did but I just wanted to hear you say it. I’ve decided it’s time.”

“Time for what?”

“For us to make love. For you to come inside me and make me completely yours.”

I was stunned. My hands were shaking and my heart was pounding because of the bad news I expected and then my hands were shaking and my heart was pounding because of the good news I got. I asked Wendy if she was sure and she said, “I am sure. I have been thinking about this for more than a week. I want to do it tomorrow night. Now that I finally told you I just want to go to sleep. I love you and I am looking forward to tomorrow night.”

I told her that I loved her too and we hung up. I was sitting there in the dark, my shin was throbbing in pain and I had an erection that wouldn’t quit. I thought about relieving myself but decided to save it for Wendy.

PICKING THE CHERRY

The next morning I told Randy, my roommate, that I wanted to have Wendy spend the night. Randy understood the situation and said that he would spend the night at his girlfriend’s apartment to give me some privacy. That evening I picked Wendy up at seven and took her to a nice restaurant for dinner then we went to a local bar where they had dancing. We had a couple of drinks and danced a little then I asked Wendy if she was ready to go back to my apartment. She said, “I’m very ready.”

When we got to the apartment I turned on my CD player, which I had loaded with five CDs of love songs before I picked Wendy up. Then I got the bottle of Champaign that I bought that afternoon out of the refrigerator and poured us each a glass. I made a toast to our love then I set the glasses aside and took Wendy in my arms. I had never been this excited while kissing Wendy before. I had kissed her breasts before and even had my hand in her pants several times but this time was different, because I knew that I was going to put my hard cock inside her for the first time. We kissed and fondled each other
And I slowly removed her clothes. I had had her blouse opened and her bra unhooked before but I had never seen her in just her panties before. She was beautiful.

I took her hand and led her into the bedroom and then I quickly stripped off my clothes
And joined her on the bed. While kissing her again I pushed my hand inside her panties and slipped my finger inside her. As I rubbed my finger on her clitoris, Wendy whispered, “I think you better do it now before I explode.”

Wendy lifted her legs as I pulled her panties off then she spread them so that I could get between her thighs and penetrate her virgin pussy with my rock hard cock. I quickly put on a condom and positioned the head of my cock at the opening between Wendy’s labia. Wendy was very tight and I had to proceed slowly so that I wouldn’t hurt her but when I pushed my cock all of the way in Wendy let out a gasp of pain then she wrapped her arms around me and held me so tight that I couldn’t move for a couple of minutes. When she relaxed her grip I began pumping my cock into her slowly and when she didn’t seem to be suffering any more pain I picked up the pace and finally climaxed.

As I lay on top of her with my shrinking member still inside her I asked, “Are you all right? Did I hurt you too much?”

“I’m okay. It hurt a little at first but it started feeling betting toward the end.”

When I pulled out of her Wendy marveled at the amount of my semen inside the condom.
Wendy began to play with my limp cock and said, “I am going to the doctor this week to get birth control pills so that we don’t have to use a condom. I want to feel your mess inside me.”

We made love again that night before we went to sleep and we did it again in the morning as soon as we woke up. After that Wendy couldn’t get enough of me. We were in love and hot for each other’s bodies.

We got married right after graduation. I continued on to get my masters degree and Wendy started a career in office design with a firm in Atlanta.

We had a great marriage. Wendy was completely devoted to me. Our marriage was based on love and trust and worked like a well-oiled machine. We watched in dismay as the marriages of people we knew fell apart, usually because one of the couple cheated on the other. Wendy always got angry with the person who cheated and wouldn’t allow us to associate with that person any longer. Wendy said that she believed in the sanctity of marriage and that there was never an excuse for cheating on your spouse. Wendy felt that if you love your spouse you don’t cheat on them and if you don’t love your spouse you should get a divorce before you start dating. To her, fidelity in a marriage was black and white. There were no gray areas. I knew that Wendy would never tolerate it if I cheated on her. There wouldn’t be any second chances. She would leave me and that would be the end of it. I had no intention of cheating on Wendy because I agreed with her about the importance of fidelity in a marriage.
(TO BE CONTINUED)

[Ramesh_Rocky]

FIDELITY
2nd PART


THE REUNION

Last summer was the ten-year reunion for Wendy’s high college class. Wendy’s parents had moved from Oak Park to San Diego five years earlier so we hadn’t been back to her hometown since our marriage. Wendy wanted to go to her reunion so I agreed to go back with her. Two days before we were to leave for the reunion my boss, Jason Kane, called me and said that we had a major problem on one of our projects and he needed me in Jacksonville right away.

Wendy was disappointed and was ready to cancel our reservations. I told her she should go and have fun. Wendy was reluctant to go without me. Since we got married we haven’t been apart very often and Wendy always hated it when I had to go out of town on business. Now we would be apart for nearly a week. In the end Wendy decided to go to the reunion and we talked about her maybe flying down to Jacksonville after the reunion.

While I was in Jacksonville I called Wendy every night. On the third night there, Jason and I went out for drinks. After three martinis I was feeling no pain and when Jason suggested that we invite two attractive women that he had been talking to us to go to dinner, I agreed.

I don’t remember much about the dinner or the conversation that night. I do remember that Jason left with one of the women around ten o’clock leaving me at the restaurant with the other. Her name was Susan. She was blonde, blue eyed and very sexy and for the first time since I had met Wendy I was thinking of having sex with another woman.

Susan invited me to her apartment and I accepted. On the way there in a taxi Susan was all over me. She was kissing me and hand her hand in my crotch squeezing my cock, which was getting quite hard. As we pulled up in front of her apartment building my cell phone rang. Susan got out of the car and I answered the phone as I paid the driver. It was Wendy on the phone. I told her that I couldn’t talk, that I would call her back in fifteen minutes. Then I told the cabbie to wait for me and I got out and told Susan that something had come up and I had to leave. I didn’t wait for a response. I got back into the taxi and told the driver to take me to my hotel. On the way to my hotel I thought about what almost happened. I had almost cheated on Wendy. I began to think about the timing of her phone call. It was as if Wendy was psychic and somehow knew that she needed to intercede to prevent me from doing something that could destroy our marriage.

When I got back to my room I called Wendy’s hotel room. After about seven rings the voice message service picked up. They said that Wendy wasn’t in but I could leave a message. I didn’t bother to leave a message; I just called her cell phone instead. Wendy answered on the third ring. I asked her where she was and she said, “I’m in bed. I just turned the television off and was ready to go to sleep.”

I said, “Why didn’t you answer your room phone?”

“I never heard it ring.”

I thought that a little odd, but didn’t question it. Then I asked about the reunion. Wendy said, “It has been great but can I tell you about it tomorrow. I’m really tired now. It’s amazing how much everyone has changed yet stayed the same.”

I said, “We can talk about it tomorrow. I’m glad that you’re having a good time. Are you going to be able to come down here?”

“I guess that depends on you.”

“What do you mean?”

“I’d really like to stay here another couple of days and come home on Thursday. Would you mind?”

“If that’s what you really want. I’ve had you to myself the last ten years; I guess I can let your friends have you for a few days. You have fun with and hopefully I will see you at home on Friday. I love you Bye.”

Wendy said, “I love you too. Bye.”

I listened for her to hand up and just before the line went dead I heard a car horn on the phone. It was loud and sounded like it was pretty close to Wendy. I didn’t think anything of it as I set the phone down.

I went into the bathroom to take a couple of aspirin and brush my teeth. As I was brushing my teeth and looking at myself in the mirror I felt like something was wrong but I couldn’t figure out what was bothering me. I guessed that it was because I’d had too much to drink but it didn’t feel like that was the problem.

Because of the drinks I‘d consumed I expected to fall asleep quickly but I didn’t. As I lay in bed I began reviewing the events of the evening in my head. I thought about how close I had come to cheating on Wendy and how her call came just in time to stop me.
Then I began to wonder why she didn’t here the phone ring in her hotel room when the phone couldn’t have been more than a couple of feet from her. Then there was the car horn I heard. I began to think that maybe Wendy wasn’t in her room when I called her.
Maybe she was actually here in Jacksonville. Maybe she flew down here to surprise me and saw me with Susan and she followed us and called me when we pulled up in front of Susan’s apartment.

‘Oh God.’ If she saw me with Susan she must be really pissed at me. But she didn’t sound upset with me on the phone.

After about an hour of torturing myself I finally fell asleep. In the morning I felt much better. I realized that Wendy wasn’t in Jacksonville. She never would have let seeing me with another woman pass. She would have told me she saw me and I would be in deep shit. I knew now that she didn’t answer the hotel phone, probably because something was wrong with it and it didn’t ring in the room. And the car horn I heard was either on the television or here room was on the ground floor near the parking lot or the street.

I was glad to have that settled.
(TO BE CONTINUED)

[Ramesh_Rocky]

FIDELITY
3RD PART



I managed to finish the job on Friday and Wendy was waiting for me with open arms when I arrived home Friday evening. She had prepared a nice dinner and as we ate she told me all about her reunion. She told me what all of her friends were doing which was interesting even though I didn’t know any of them. After dinner Wendy put the dishes in the dishwasher and took me by the hand and led me into the bedroom.

Wendy kissed me and said, “I missed you.” Then she kissed me again.

“I missed you too.”

After a few minutes of very passionate kissing we got undressed and climbed on the bed.
I was massaging her breasts and sucking on the nipples and Wendy was stroking my engorged cock when she suddenly asked, “When I called you the other night, what were you doing?”

“What night?” Did she know?

“You know. The night I called and you said that you were busy and would have to call me back. I called you at ten o’clock, which means it was eleven o’clock in Jacksonville.
What were you doing at that hour that kept you from being able to talk to me?”

My first impulse was to answer her with a question, ‘What are you talking about?’ But I realized that if I asked a question it would appear that I was stalling for time while I was making up a lie. I said, “Jason and I were sitting in the bar. He was a bit drunk and it would have been very difficult to talk to you in front of him. I had to get him to go up to bed so that I could go back to my room to call you.”

I was pretty proud of myself for coming up with a response so quickly that not only explained why I couldn’t talk to her but also explained why it was another half hour before I was able to call her back.

Wendy said, “Is that the truth?”

“Of course it is.”

“Then why have you gone limp?”

She was right. My cock had betrayed me. In my panic to come up with a good answer I had lost my erection. I said, “Your questions upset me. You make me feel as if you don’t trust me. How am I supposed to stay aroused under these circumstances?”

“I’m sorry. I was just teasing you. Let me see if I can help you.” Wendy took my semi hard cock into her mouth and brought it back to full erection. With my member at full attention I moved between Wendy’s legs and entered her. We made love slowly and after we held each other and talked. I asked her if she had a nice hotel room and she said, It was great. I was on the fifteenth floor overlooking the pool. It was very quiet.”
(TO BE CONTINUED)

[Ramesh_Rocky]

FIDELITY
3RD PART


THE WEDDING

It has been a year since my trip to Jacksonville and Wendy never mentioned the phone call again. There was a side benefit of our time apart. It seemed to have improved our sex life. Our sex life prior to that had been good. We made love about twice a week, which wasn’t bad after six years of marriage. After I came back from Jacksonville
Our lovemaking increased to four times a week. I guessed that being apart for a week had resulted in an increase in our passion. Absence really does make the heart grow fonder.

A few months ago Wendy was asked to be in a wedding for one of her old high college friends this summer. Wendy was excited about being in the wedding and I promised that nothing would keep me from going to the wedding with her.

The wedding was five months ago in Oak Park. We flew up to Chicago on Friday and checked into the airport Hyatt. We relaxed at the hotel that afternoon then drove a rental car out to Oak Park for the rehearsal. After the rehearsal there was a dinner hosted by the parents of the groom. I had a good time meeting Wendy’s friends. The bride and groom Barbara and George, Barbara’s brother Dave and their parents.

The wedding was at noon on Saturday at a small church north of town. As I watched Wendy come down the isle in her pink bride’s maid gown I thought she was the prettiest girl in the church, including the bride. It made me think back to our own wedding and gave me a feeling of pride that I had won the hand of this wonderful woman.

The reception was at the home of the bride’s parents, which was about a half hour drive from the church. We had been at the reception about a half hour when Wendy asked me to make sure and take a lot of pictures. When she said that, I realized that I didn’t have my camera. It was a brand new digital camera that I had purchased for this occasion I had it with me in the church but I didn’t have it now. I ran out to the car but the camera wasn’t there. I told Wendy that I had left the camera at the church and I would have to drive back
Wendy was a little angry with me. She said, “It’s going to take you an hour to get there and back.”

“Well I can’t leave it there, I just bought it and it was quite expensive.”

“You better leave now so you can get back in time to eat.”

I said I was sorry and headed for the door.

I had driven about two blocks from the house when I remembered that I had given a ride to another couple from the church to the reception and I moved some things from the back seat of the car into the trunk to make room for I stopped the car and checked the trunk. There sitting on top of some clothes Wendy had brought to change into later was my camera. I slipped the camera into my suit jacket and headed back to the reception.

When I walked into the house. I asked someone if they knew where Wendy was and they said that they thought that the wedding party went off with the photographer to take some pictures. It looked to me as though all of the guests had arrived. The house was full and many more people were milling around in the back yard.

I decided to explore the house while I was waiting for Wendy. It was a large two-story house built in the shape of the letter L. I walked down a hallway off the kitchen and found three small bedrooms and at the end of the hall was a staircase. I went up the stairs to a landing in front of a closed door. I tried the door and it opened into a study. Straight ahead of me was a large roll top desk. To the right there were bookshelves and to the left was another door.

I went to the left and stopped in front of the door for a moment. I felt very strange about what I was doing. On one hand I didn’t think I was doing anything wrong, I was just exploring this beautiful home but on the other hand I felt like a spy or a thief sneaking around, invading my host’s privacy. I opened the door as slowly and I heard soft music in the distance. Ahead of me through the door was a short hallway that transitioned into some kind of loft, actually more like a catwalk. The catwalk was about three feet wide with railings on both sides. At the other end of the catwalk was a circular staircase like you might find in a lighthouse. The music I heard was coming from whatever room was below the catwalk.

I knew I should leave but my curiosity was too strong for common sense to overcome, so I moved out of the study into the hallway. I slowly made my way down the hallway until I reached the end of the wall. I looked to the left and could see that the catwalk overlook a bathroom and on the right it overlooked a large bedroom. I was about to step out onto the catwalk when I herd a voice form below. I got down on my hands and knees and stuck my head out past the wall and peeked down into the bedroom.

At first I couldn’t see anyone but then a man came into view and jumped onto the bed and lay down on his back with his head on a pillow. It was Dave, the bride’s brother and he was naked from the waist down and he was sporting an erection. I was debating on whether I should retreat to the study or stay and see what was going to happen when I faintly heard a woman’s voice say, Is this what you wanted?” Just then something white flew into view and landed on Dave’s chest. It was a woman’s panties which Dave picked up and held up to his face. As he smelled the panties he said, “Hurry, I need to feel my cock inside you.”

Then the woman I heard speaking stepped into view. From my vantage point all I could tell was that she was one of the bride’s maids. I could only see the top of her head and that she was wearing a pink dress. As she walked over and stood at the foot of the bed looking at Dave I thought that she looked a little like Wendy but I knew that wasn’t possible.

Then Dave said, “How long have we got?”

“We have about forty-five minutes. It’ll take Jim an hour to get to the church and back and he left about fifteen minutes ago.”

I thought, “Oh my God, it is Wendy. What the hell is she doing?’

I was frozen there. I felt sick to my stomach and I was breaking into a cold sweat. As I watched, Wendy lifted her pink gown up above her knees and climbed onto the bed and walked on her knees over to Dave. Then she lifted the dress higher and moved her left leg over so that she straddled him and then positioned herself directly over his engorged cock. Then she lifted her dress still higher and I watched in total agony as Wendy used her hand to guide Dave’s cock between her labia and slowly lower herself onto it.

I screamed, “NO!” but the only sound was inside my head, as the word did not pass my lips.

Wendy let her dress drop, covering the area of their coupling, and she began moving up and down on his shaft, She said, “Oh God Dave, you feel so good inside me. I can’t tell you how long I have been looking forward to having you inside me again.”

I thought, ‘Again?’ then I almost vomited. I closed my eyes until the nausea passed then looked again at the scene below. My wife, the woman who believed that cheating on a spouse was one of the most immoral things anyone could do, was right below me fucking another man and apparently not for the first time. I wanted to go down there and confront them, but I couldn’t move. I was being humiliated by what she was doing, but I knew confronting them and making a seen would just add to my humiliation, especially if I started shouting, which I knew I would, and drew the attention of other people at the wedding. There could be no graceful retreat from here if I confronted them so I decided to just leave.

I tried but I still couldn’t move. So I continued to watch. There was a skylight in the ceiling, which let a good deal of light into the room so I decided to get a picture of Wendy’s infidelity as evidence. I slipped the camera out of my suit pocket and began taking pictures. I wasn’t worried about Wendy and Dave hearing me over the noise they were making. Finally Wendy had an orgasm and collapsed on top of Dave. I listened carefully for any conversation after Dave climax and noted that Wendy never said, “I love you” to Dave. That was something she always said to me after sex. I don’t know why that mattered to me.

The only thing I heard Wendy say was, “I better get cleaned up before Jim gets back. Wendy got off the bed and went into the bathroom and I crawled backwards till I reached the study. I got up and closed the study door and headed back the way I had come.
(TO BE CONTINUED)

[Ramesh_Rocky]

[i]FIDELITY
4th PART[/i]


In the kitchen several people were standing around one of the counters drinking and eating appetizers. As I walked by them one of the women asked, “Aren’t you Wendy’s husband?”

I didn’t even look back as I answered “Not any more.”

When I got to the car I leaned against the door and vomited. When my stomach was empty I got into the car and sat behind the wheel and cried. When I finally regained my composure a kind of calmness came over me. I decided I needed distance from Wendy so I could think. I started the car and drove back to the hotel. At the hotel I called Delta Airlines and asked when their next flight to Atlanta was leaving and if I could change my ticket to leave on that flight. They said the next flight was leaving in an hour and a half and that I could change my ticket for a $50 charge. I told them to book me on the flight and began packing my clothes. I put Wendy’s return ticket on the dresser and I headed for the airport. By the time I returned the rental car and got to my gate the plane was boarding. Two and a half hours later I was driving home from the Atlanta airport. I had just got onto I85 north when my cell phone rang.

It was Wendy. When I answered she said, “Where are you and what’s taking you so long? You should have been back here hours ago. The reception is over and people are leaving.”

I didn’t feel like talking yet so I just said, “I got sick so I went back to the hotel.”

“Why didn’t you call me? I’ve been worried about you.”

“Not so much that it ruined your fun I hope.” I hoped she heard the sarcasm in my voice.

“If you’re not feeling well you better stay at the hotel the hotel and I’ll can get a ride back later. Dave just said he would bring me back to hotel.”

“Well, isn’t that nice of Dave?”

“What does that mean?”

“Nothing. I guess I am still not feeling well.”

“Listen, I know you have to go home tomorrow, but would you mind if I stayed here for a couple more days so I can visit with some friends.”

I said, “Sure, stay as long as you want. As a matter of fact you don’t ever need to come home.” Then I hung up.

With in a minute my phone rang again but I didn’t answer it. It stopped ringing then a minute later the phone went off again, this time indicating that I had a voice mail message. I keyed the phone to get the message. When the message began to play it was Wendy saying, “What did you mean when you said I don’t ever need to come home? Are you mad at me about something? Call me.”

I erased the message and put the phone away. I wondered how long it would take her to figure out I wasn’t in Chicago anymore. Thinking that I was at the hotel not feeling well she wouldn’t be in any hurry to get back, so it could be hours before she found out. Then I had a sudden image of her in bed with Dave while she thinks I am waiting for her at the hotel. I felt my anger building again.

When I got home I poured myself a large glass of bourbon and sat down to think about what I should do. The obvious answer was that we would probably get divorced. The finality of that scared me. I had never considered life without Wendy but now I was faced with that possibility. To avoid divorce I would have to forgive Wendy for what she had done and hope that she still loved me enough to want to stay with me. How could I even consider forgiving her?

My cell phone rang again and again I didn’t answer it. I waited for the voice mail message. “Jim, where are you. I called the hotel and they said you weren’t there. Please call me I am getting worried.”

I thought, ‘Fuck you.’

Then suddenly Wendy’s words came back to me. “It feels so good to have you inside me again.” When the hell did she previously have sex with him? It wasn’t before we were married. She was a virgin when we met. Then I knew. It had to be last year when Wendy went to her high college reunion. That’s why she wanted to stay there a few extra days back then and why she wants to stay a couple more days this time. “Fuck!”

About an hour later the phone in the kitchen rang. I waited until the answering machine picked up to see who was calling. It was Wendy. “Jim, are you there? I am getting scared please call me and let me know if you are all right. If I don’t here from you soon I will have to call the security officer.”

I didn’t want the security officer involve in this so I grabbed the phone and said, “I’m here.”

“Jim, what’s going on? You’re scaring the hell out of me. Why did you fly home without me? My friend Julie said that she asked you if you were my husband and you said ‘Not any more.’ What did you mean by that? If something is wrong we need to talk about it.”

I thought, ‘Holly shit. She still hasn’t figured out that I know about her fucking Dave. I had about all I could take of her innocent act.

Wendy said, “Whatever you think I did wrong can be undone.”

“Tell me this Wendy, can you unfuck Dave. And if you could, how many times would you have to unfuck him to make everything all right?”

There was silence on the phone for nearly a minute then Wendy said, “What are you talking about?”

I hung up without answering her.
(TO BE CONTINUED)

[Ramesh_Rocky]

FIDELITY
5th PART


I called Delta Airlines to check there schedule of flights from Chicago to Atlanta and from that was able to figure out that it was unlikely that Wendy would be able to get a flight back to Atlanta until the following morning, assuming that she would come home at all. That gave me at least until noon the next day to figure out what I was going to do.

I was having a great deal of difficulty thinking and I couldn’t sleep so I went into the study to write a “Go to hell you cheating fucking slut whore’ letter to Wendy. I turned on the computer and while it was booting up I decided I would write a nasty note telling Wendy how I felt about what she had done, then I would leave the note with the pictures on the kitchen table for her to find when she got home. When the computer was ready I downloaded the pictures from my camera and printed them. The first ten pictures were from inside the church during the wedding ceremony. As I looked at these pictures coming out of the printer it struck me that I had taken these pictures less than twelve hours earlier but now it seemed like wedding took place years ago.

The last five pictures were the ones I took of Wendy bouncing up and down on that dickhead’s cock. The odd thing was that looking at the pictures you couldn’t tell what Wendy and Dave were up too. The way Wendy’s dress was spread over them it looked like she was just sitting on him. The only evidence of what they were really doing in the pictures was in my head. In fact if I hadn’t seen Wendy guide Dave’s cock into her pussy I wouldn’t have know what was going on in these pictures. I had to put the pictures aside; they were just too painful to look at anymore.

I sat at the computer for ten minutes and couldn’t think of anyway to put in words what I was feeling so I gave up and checked my e-mail instead. There were only three notes and only one of interest. That one was from Jason Kane asking me to call him on Sunday when I got home from Chicago.

As I closed my mailbox it occurred to me that I should look at Wendy’s mailbox. I had her password because I used to check her e-mail for her but I hadn’t done that for a couple of years.

When I attempted to login the password I had didn’t work. I realized Wendy must have changed her password, but why? Was she trying to keep me from reading her mail? That made me more curious. I looked all over the desk for anywhere she might have written her password without success. Then I opened her briefcase and started searching through the contents. I found her address book and started looking through it. Under ‘D’ I found Dave Dickson. The entry had his address, phone number, and an e-mail address. In the ‘P’ section of the book I found a list of about fifteen eight-character groups that appeared to be passwords.

I started trying the passwords on Wendy’s e-mail account and the seventh one worked. When her mailbox opened I looked in her incoming mail. There was one note from an id named Dicky and it was dated the week before. I opened that note. The heading said From David A. Dickson. The body of the note simply read, “Can’t wait to see you on Friday. Love, Dave.”

Then I went to Wendy’s mail folders and found one named Dicky. When I opened it there were many notes either address to or from Dave’s e-mail address. I started with the oldest note, which was dated last year around the time Wendy returned from her class reunion. It read, “Wendy, How’d things go when you got home? Was your husband at all suspicious? I hope you enjoyed our times together as much as I did. Love, Dave.”

That next note was Wendy’s response. Her note read, “ I didn’t give Jim a chance to be suspicious. Remember the night I called him and he said he was busy and would have to call me back? I started questioning him about what he was doing that night as thought I was suspicious of him. That put him on the defensive. I don’t think he suspects anything. And yes, it was great being with you last week. If I had know it would feel so good to have you inside me I would have let you get in my pants back in high college. W.”

Dave’s next note read, “Reading your note made me think about last Sunday night. When we were parked in the high college parking lot and you sucked my cock and let me cum in your mouth, that was one of the most erotic things that ever happened to me. I had to jerk off while I thought about how wonderful your mouth felt on my cock. You are right. You should have let me have your cherry in high college. Write back soon. Love, Dave.”

Another note from Dave read, “I can’t stand the idea that I don’t have you here to suck my cock for me. You do it so well. I also miss the smell and taste of your pussy. How about mailing me the panties you’re wearing right now. I want to be able to smell your scent in them. Love, Dave

Wendy’s response, “After I read your last note I played with myself until I had an orgasm. Then I soaked up my sex juices with the crotch of my panties, sealed them in a plastic bag and mailed them to you this morning. I hope you enjoy them. W.”

Somehow these notes, while making me angry and upset were also getting me aroused.
I couldn’t believe that Wendy was writing so graphically about sex and that she would actually send Dave her panties. This was very disturbing but also very erotic.

Dave’s next note read, “Got your panties in the mail today. Thanks to the plastic bag the panties were still damp. I held them up to my face while I jerked off. Thank you for sending them to me. Love, Dave.”

The next several notes were more conversational. After going through several notes that had nothing of interest in them I found one from Dave that read, “It’s been three months since we were together and I miss you. I had to jerk off while thinking about pounding my cock into your pussy. Do you still think about having sex with me and how do you handle it? I love you, Dave.”

Wendy responded, “I often think about having you inside me and when I get aroused I have sex with Jim. I think about you quite often so my sex life with Jim is better than it’s been in years. W.”

Dave wrote, “Ouch, that hurts. I have nothing but my memories of you and my hand for relief and you tell me that when you think of me, you fuck your husband. Actually the thought of that makes me horny. When you fuck him do you pretend it’s me you’re fucking? Do you pretend that it’s my big cock that is giving you pleasure instead of Jim’s little pecker? Please tell me more. Your lover, Dave.”

Wendy wrote back, “Dave, Having sex with you is great, but so is having sex with my husband. Thinking of the sex we had together makes me horny which makes me want sex more often than before but it’s Jim that’s inside me and I think only about him when I am having sex with him. And to be honest, Jim’s cock is just slightly bigger than yours. You have to remember this thing between us is only sex. I love my husband. W.”

Dave wrote back, “Why are you so cruel to me? All I want to do is love you and make love to you. Always, Dave.”

It puzzled me that while Dave kept hinting that he was in love with Wendy but she never indicated that she was in love with him. The things she said to him didn’t seem to be the type of thing you expect a woman to say to her lover.

After that last e-mail, the notes became less frequent and the sexual content lessened. That is until Dave wrote, “Great news Wendy. My sister is getting married this summer and I talked her into asking you to be in the wedding. If you can get your husband to stay home again this trip we can have some fun. Love, Dave”

Wendy’s response said, “That’ll be great. We should be able to find some time to be alone together. But, I will have to tell Jim that I want him to come and hope that something comes up to keep him from coming with me. I can’t let him think that I don’t want him with me. That would surely make him suspicious. W.”

Dave’s next note read, “The reception will be at our house. We’ll slip away when your husband isn’t looking and go back to my bedroom. He’d never find us there. I can’t wait to slide my cock into your hot pussy again. I’m getting a hard on just writing this note. Love you, Dave.”

In the rest of the notes Wendy and Dave talked about how they were going to sneak around behind my back and have sex. In one of his notes Dave said, “During the reception I want to take you back to my room and fill your pussy with my hot cum. Then when you go back to your hotel I want you to get your husband to go down on your pussy and suck your creamy pie clean. Do you think you could do that? Love, Dave”
(TO BE CONTINUED)

[Ramesh_Rocky]

FIDELITY
6th PART



Wendy replied, “That’s a pretty sick idea, but I love it. The idea of Jim eating your cum from my pussy is making me hot. The though of doing that will keep me hot until I get to the wedding. As soon as I send this note I am going to take Jim to bed and get him to eat my pussy and so that I can pretend that it’s full of your cum. W.”

I was glad that they didn’t get the chance to pull their little plan off. I just couldn’t believe that the woman I had loved for the last ten years could be doing this to me.

After I finished reading all of the notes I printed them. I planned to leave them out with the pictures for Wendy to find when she got home. I poured myself another drink and called Jason to find out what he wanted. Jason started by saying that he didn’t expect me to call until Sunday. I didn’t tell him why I was home from the wedding a day early. I asked him what he wanted and he said that he had a project starting in Phoenix on Monday and was hoping I could go out there to work on it for a while. I asked him how long he wanted me to stay out there and he said, “I’d like you to go out their for a couple of months.”

I said, “I’ll leave for Phoenix tomorrow.”

“That’s great. I’ll feel better knowing your running the show out there for me, but you don’t have to leave tomorrow. You can fly out Monday.”

“I’d rather fly out tomorrow and get an early start Monday.”

“Well, that’s up to you. Call me when you get settled.” Then Jason went on to give me the details of the project and who to contact in Phoenix and then we ended the call.

This worked out great for me. I didn’t want to be home when Wendy came back from Chicago, but I had no idea of where I could go. I thought about going to my parents but I really didn’t like the idea of getting them involved. I didn’t want to have to explain what happened to them. This Phoenix job was better. I called Delta and made my flight arrangements then I called Hilton and got a room in the Phoenix Hilton. Then I packed just about all the clothes I owned. I even took clothes out of the laundry. When I was done I had two large suitcases and a carry on bag full of clothes for my trip. When I was done packing I wrote a check for half of the total in our joint bank account and went the ATM at our bank and deposited the check into my business travel account. I was afraid that Wendy might clean out our back account and leave me with nothing.

Back at the house I packed up my personal belongings and moved them into the storage area above the garage. I doubted that Wendy would find them up there and I would arrange to get them later. Then finally, to make sure that I wouldn’t run into Wendy before I could get out of the house in the morning I booked a room for that night at a hotel near the airport.

Just before I left the house I decided that I didn’t want Wendy to know that I had read her e-mail correspondence with Dave. I didn’t want her to know that I had found her e-mail password so that I would be able to continue monitoring her e-mail from Phoenix without her knowing. I put the printouts in my briefcase. I also put the pictures of Wendy fucking dipshit in my briefcase with the printouts.

I had decided that if I couldn’t put my feelings in a note I wouldn’t tell Wendy anything. Maybe that would drive her as crazy as she was making me. All she knew was that I accused her of fucking Dave but she had no idea of how I could have found out. So without writing the nasty note I had planned I prepared to leave. I left my car in the garage but took my keys with me so that Wendy wouldn’t be able to do anything with the car. Then I called a taxi.

PHOENIX

I got through the first week in Phoenix by burying myself in my work. I didn’t give myself a chance to think about Wendy. Apparently it took Wendy a week to finally figured out where I was and on Saturday evening she called me. When I answered the phone Wendy said, “What are you doing to me? You left without a word. I had no idea where you were. I have been worried sick. Please tell me what’s going on.”

She was still trying to act like she hadn’t done anything wrong. I said, “I want to ask you one question and I just want you to tell me the truth. Why did you cheat on me?”

“What are you talking about? I didn’t do anything wrong.”

If she wasn’t ready to tell me the truth, I wasn’t ready to talk to her so without saying another word I hung up. The phone rang again right away, but I didn’t answer it. Instead, when the phone stopped ringing I logged into Wendy’s mailbox and checked her recent e-mails.

There were only two that I hadn’t seen. The first note was from Dave. It read, “Was everything all right with Jim when you got home? Were you able to convince him that I haven’t been fucking that fine pussy of yours? Love Dave.”

Wendy’s reply was, “Please don’t write to me that way anymore. It’s over. I can’t do this anymore. Jim isn’t home and I have no idea where he is. I have to fix things. I can’t lose him. What the hell was I thinking? I don’t know what I am going to do if I don’t find him soon. W”

I sat there looking at the note and wondering how I was ever going to be able to deal with this mess. I never wanted any women other than Wendy but I had to face the fact that she betrayed me and I didn’t think I could ever forgive her.

I got up and poured myself a drink. As I read Wendy’s last note over again I heard a clicking noise and realized that I was tapping the side of my glass with my wedding ring. I started to take the ring off with the intention of throwing it away but somehow I couldn’t bring myself to do it. My emotional stress was beginning to manifest itself as actual physical pain. As my eyes filled with tears I decided that I was going to have to divorce Wendy, but needed to get revenge on both Wendy and Dave for the pain and humiliation they caused me. I didn’t know how or when but I knew if I was patient enough the right opportunity would present itself to me.

I briefly thought about sending Dave a nasty note using Wendy’s e-mail account so it would look like the note came from her. But then I figured that they would figure out that I had sent the note and Wendy would change her password and then I wouldn’t have any way to find out what the two of them were up to.

Over the next several days I frequently checked Wendy’s e-mail but the only notes there were the notes she was sending to me pleading with me to talk to her. There were no new notes to or from Dave. Then it occurred to me that with me out of town she and Dave didn’t need to sneak around using e-mail to communicate, they could talk on the phone.

Over the next two weeks Wendy stopped sending me notes. I guessed that she had given up. That’s when it hit me. As angry as I was about what Wendy had done to me I missed her terribly. I missed talking to her and watching her as she dressed for work in the morning and undressed for bed at night. I missed the way she would walk up behind me and rub my back for no reason. And I really missed the way she made love to me. How could this woman I loved so much betray me.

It was on a Saturday night at the end of my first month in Phoenix and I hadn’t heard from Wendy in nearly three weeks. I had just returned to the hotel from dinner when the phone in my room rang. When I answered the phone all I heard was a clink on the other end. I figured it must have been a wrong number. I poured myself a drink and sat down to watch television. A few minutes later there was a knock on my door.

I looked through the little peek hole in the door and saw Wendy standing at my door.
(TO BE CONTINUED)

[Ramesh_Rocky]

FIDELITY
7th PART


At first I though about ignoring her but then my curiosity got the better of me and I let her in.

As she entered the room she said, “We have to talk.”

I wondered if I would get the truth from her this time. I said, “Okay, you go first.”

“When you left you said that you thought that I might have cheated on you.”

“No. I accused you of fucking that asshole Dave in Chicago.”

“Where did you ever get an idea like that?”

“Well, didn’t you fuck him?” After her last statement I knew that she came her to lie to me but I wasn’t angry about it. I found myself excited by her lies. Right then I wanted her to lie to me. The more lies she told the more painful it would be for her when she found out I had seen her fucking Dave.

“No. I didn’t have sex with him and please stop talking to me that way.”

I was half tempted to show her the pictures of her on top of Dave at the wedding and to show here the print out of all of those notes she and Dave had sent to each other but I let her continue to tell her lies. I made up a lie of my own based on some truth. I said, “When I left the reception to get my camera I drove a few blocks and suddenly remembered that the camera was in the trunk. So I got the camera and returned to the Dickson’s house. When I couldn’t find you I asked another guest if she had seen you. She said that that she saw you go off with Dave. When I said ‘Oh you mean the bride’s brother,’ she said ‘Yes he’s the brother but he’s also Wendy’s boyfriend.’ The woman didn’t know who I was and she was a little drunk and obviously didn’t think about what she was saying.

“I looked all over the house and grounds and I saw every other member of the bridal party outside having their pictures taken but I didn’t see you or Dave. Where were you?”


There seemed to be relief in Wendy’s face. She said, “Dave was my boyfriend in high college. We split up when I left college. The night of the wedding rehearsal was the first time I’d seen him since high college.”

“You didn’t see him last year at you reunion?”

“He wasn’t there. He wasn’t in my graduating class he graduated a year before me.”

“So where did you go with him during the reception?”

“We just went for a walk and talked about old times. Nothing more. I can’t believe that you don’t trust me after all this time.”

Wendy’s act of being upset that I didn’t trust her wasn’t very convincing. I said, “Will you swear to me that you didn’t fuck him?”

“I asked you not to talk to me that way.”

“Well, did you?”

“No. Absolutely not.”

I played along with her lie. “If I was wrong I am very sorry. It’s just that… Well, I just don’t know what to think.”

Wendy came over to me and said, “Then think about this.” Then she threw her arms around me and kissed me. “I love you and I would never betray you. I’m sorry that I disappeared at the reception and made you worry but I didn’t know you would be back so soon.”

My reaction to her kiss surprised me. It had caused me to get an erection. I was determined to play things out Wendy’s way and wait for the right moment to get my revenge. At that moment the only thing I wanted to get was inside Wendy’s pants. I kissed Wendy and as our passion built we fell onto the bed. I pulled Wendy’s pants off and buried my face in her pussy and pushed my tongue inside her. I was relieved to find that her pussy wasn’t full of Dave’s semen. I put Dave out of my mind and brought Wendy to orgasm with my mouth. Then I rolled onto my back and asked Wendy to sit on my cock. I had never asked her to do that before but I wanted to see if she would make the connection with the way she fucked Dave at the reception. She didn’t react at all. She just climbed on top of me and guided my cock into her hole and began to bounce up and down on my shaft.

After I climaxed we made love again but much more slowly then we went to sleep.
Wendy stayed the weekend with me and left for home Monday morning thinking that everything was all right between us. She thought that I had completely accepted all of her lies as being the truth. When I dropped her at the airport I told her I would come home the following weekend for three days then return to Phoenix for another three weeks. Wendy said that maybe she could come back and stay another weekend with me.

HOME AGAIN

By the time I returned home in October Wendy’s infidelity seemed like a distant memory. Everything appeared to be back to normal between us. Wendy was the loving caring wife she had always seemed to be. She was so good to me that sometimes it was nearly impossible for me to believe that she had really cheated on me and I found that I still loved her but I hadn’t forgiven her. Wendy was the perfect wife, except for the fact that she also was a lying, cheating whore. But her day was coming.

It was only a short time after I got home that the e-mails started between Dave and Wendy again. There was no mention of them getting together but Dave’s notes seemed to carry an undertone of hope that they would. In every one of his notes he asked, “How are you and Jim getting along? Does he really believe you? Are you sure he still loves you? Are you sure you still love him?”

To Wendy’s credit she wrote that she was sure that she loved me and that everything was going to work out. I had the impression that Dave didn’t want things to work out. From my reading of his notes it appeared that he was in love with Wendy. She had to see that too, but she never gave any indication that she was in love with him.

Our sexual passion was as strong as ever. I really believe that Wendy loved me and that was why she was so loving and passionate in bed, for me it was just great sex. I didn’t allow myself to let love cloud my judgment.



In October during one of our staff meetings at the office, Jason asked who was available to go to Chicago to meet with a customer on Tuesday and Wednesday of the following week. He said, “If you’re available stop by my office after lunch and I’ll give you the particulars.”

After the meeting I went back to my office and thought about the possibilities a trip to Chicago would give me. First I could invite Wendy to go with me. If she said she wanted to go with me I could gauge the level of excitement and see if she contacted Dave to tell him she was coming. I could tell Wendy that the meeting was Monday through Thursday. That would give me Monday and Thursday to try and learn some things about Dave and to spy on Wendy to see if she gets together with him.

Once I made my decision I went directly to Jason’s office and asked if he was still looking for someone to go to Chicago. He said, “Can you go?”

I said, “Yes, but I’ll need to take some vacation time while I’m there.”

Jason said, “That’s not a problem. I appreciate your covering this meeting for me so take a couple of extra days while you’re there.”

That evening at dinner I told Wendy that I had to go to Chicago for a meeting. I could see that interested her. She asked when I had to go and for how long. I said, “I have to fly up Sunday and return on Friday” Then as if it was an after thought I asked, “If you can get away would you like to go with me?”

She said, “I don’t know if I can get the time off from work on such short notice but if you would like me to come with you I can try.”

She played that very well. “If you would like me to come with you.” I said, “See if you can get the time off.”

Wendy called me at work the next morning and said, “I got next week off, isn’t that great?”

“That wonderful. You’ll have to find something to do during the days but we can have some fun at night.”

In the back of my mind I was thinking that when we got to Chicago I could dig up some information on Dave that I could use to get revenge on him while at the same time I would do everything I could to frustrate Wendy and Dave’s plans of getting together and having sex. All I had to do is make sure that Wendy didn’t get to spend enough time alone with Dave for them to do anything.

Later that day I opened Wendy’s e-mail and read the note she had already sent to Dave that morning. It read, “Dave, Jim is bringing me to Chicago with him on a business trip next week. He will be in meetings everyday so I’ll be at the hotel by myself. Do you have any ideas of what I can do to keep from being bored? We arrive on Sunday and we’re staying at the Airport Hilton.”

Late in the afternoon I checked her e-mail again and found a note from Dave, which read, “Wendy, I am so glad you are coming to Chicago. I can think of many ways to keep you from getting bored while you husband is at work. Would you like to come out to the house? My Parents have gone down to their winter home in Florida so we could have the house to ourselves. I’m so excited I’m getting hard just thinking about being inside you again. Dave”

I didn’t get a chance top check Wendy’s e-mail again.
(TO BE CONTINUED)

[Ramesh_Rocky]

FIDELITY
8TH PART



CHICAGO

The flight to Chicago on Sunday left an hour late, and then our bags were the last ones off the plane in Chicago. Given our less than pleasant time traveling and the tension I was feeling, I was a little uptight by the time we got to our hotel room. Wendy noticed how tense I was and told me to get undressed and she would give me a massage. She had me lay face down on the bed then she started massaging on the top of my head and worked her way down my back over my buttocks and down both of my legs. Then she had me roll over and she worked on my chest and down the front of my legs. The massage took nearly an hour and when she was finished Wendy asked, “Feel better?”

“Much better.”

“Well I’ve got something to make you feel even better.” Wendy began stroking my cock and as it began to harden she wrapped her lips around it and preceded to give me one of the best blowjobs she has ever given me. When I blew my load in her mouth she looked up at me and smiled then she swallowed the whole load.

I pulled her to me and started to slide my hand up her leg under her skirt but Wendy stopped me. She said, “It’s time to go out to dinner.”

I said, “I just wanted to return the favor.”

“No need to repay me. Besides, I want you to make love to me tonight and I expect you to give me a few orgasms then.”

One thing I found in all of this that seemed strange was that ever since Wendy came home from her high college reunion last year she was much hotter in bed. She was always been a good lover but she got even better and that night when we got back to the hotel was one of the hottest nights of sex I had ever had.

When we were both exhausted from our lovemaking Wendy drifted off to sleep while I laid awake thinking about what I was planning to do the next day. I was worried because if something went wrong I could end up in jail. My plan was to drive out to the Dickson’s house early in the morning and park my car where I could watch the house. As soon as Dave left for I was going to break into the house. I was sure that if I could get into his computer and his personal files I could find a way to get him. I didn’t like the idea of breaking into the house but I didn’t know what else to do. I figured it was fair; after all he broke into my marriage.

I wasn’t able to sleep so I got up and turned on my laptop and connected it to the data port on the telephone and went out to Wendy’s mail again. There was a note from her to Dave and a response. Wendy’s note read, “Dave, It wouldn’t be a good idea for me to come out to your house. If Jim calls me I need to be near the hotel. Can you come into the city? W.”

Dave responded, “Wendy, I’ll pick you up at the hotel Monday morning at eleven o’clock. We’ll go have lunch and then we can go someplace where I can get a taste of that delicious pussy of yours. Dave.”

So he wasn’t going to go to work at all. He planned to spend the day with Wendy while I was at work. That screwed my plans. If I went to Dave’s house that would give him the time he needed with Wendy for them to have sex. I was faced with a dilemma. Should I stay in town and try to keep Wendy and Dave from having sex, or should I go out and search Dave’s house like I originally planned.

After about an hour of fretting over this I made my decision and then I went back to bed and finally fell asleep.

In the morning I left the hotel at 6:30 supposedly to have breakfast with the customer before our nine o’clock meeting. I picked up my car from parking valet and drove out to Oak Park. Traffic wasn’t too bad and I was able to make it in lees than an hour.
The Dickson’s house was located at the end of a cul-de-sac on a large lot with lots of trees and shrubs that made it easy for me to walk right up to the house without being seen by the neighbors. I looked into the garage to see if Dave’s car was in there. There was a car in the garage, a two-year old Lexus. Because there was only one car in the garage I assumed that it was Dave’s.

I started snooping around the house looking for the easiest way in. I could see no open windows or other weaknesses in the security of the house. It was beginning to look like I would have to break a window to get in. I didn’t care about breaking a window as long as the house didn’t have an alarm system.

I slipped in behind the shrubs next to garage and sat on the ground to wait. I pulled out a sandwich and the USA Today newspaper that the hotel left outside my door that morning. At ten o’clock the garage door began to open. I put the newspaper away and moved farther into the brush to better conceal myself and waited. After about a minute I heard the car start and soon it backed out of the garage. I could see Dave behind the wheel as he backed down the driveway and into the street. Dave turned the car around in the cul-de sac and began to drive away before he hit the button to close the garage door. By the time the door was halfway down Dave’s car was out of site so I quickly ran over to the garage entrance and ducked under the closing door.

I crossed the garage to the door going into the house. Luckily the door wasn’t locked. I quietly slipped into the house and listened for any sound. The house was empty. I moved through the kitchen, down the hallway past the three small bedrooms and up the stairs to the study. I figured that this must be Dave’s study because of its proximity to his bedroom. When I looked at some of the papers on his desk I saw that I was right.

I look around the desk but found nothing of interest. Then I turned his computer on. When the computer finished booting up I began looking at the folders on his hard drive. I found one labeled PW. I opened it and found a list of passwords and the accounts or sites they went to. Not very secure. I found everything I needed to get to his e-mail box.

I opened his e-mail hoping to find just one thing I could use against him, but instead found more that I could have dreamed of. It turned out that Davey boy wasn’t a very nice person.

I found the most damning information in a mail folder named Jack. In it were notes he sent to and received from a guy named Jack Hoover. The notes went back more that two years.

I scanned through the notes looking for anything incriminating. It became apparent right away that Dave was a real asshole. In his notes he gave detailed descriptions of his sexual encounters with several women all of who were married. Then in a note from June of last year he wrote, “Jack, Just found out from my sister that Wendy Hillard is coming to town for their high college class reunion. In high college I did everything I could to get in Wendy’s pants but that bitch wouldn’t give in. She was the only girl I dated that I couldn’t fuck. When we broke up she said I was lazy and shallow. That pissed me off and I’ve wanted a chance to get even with her ever since. Well, I’m going to see if I can’t remedy that next week.”

Jack wrote back, “Isn’t Wendy married now? How are you going to get her in bed if her husband comes with her?”

Dave wrote, “I don’t care if her husband comes with her or not. I am going to fuck her and break up her marriage. I’ll let you know when it happens.”

How the hell could Wendy have let herself be sucked in by this slime ball? I looked at my watch and it was 12:30. I felt a knot form in my stomach as I remembered that Dave was with Wendy at that moment. They were probably finishing lunch and talking about where they would go to have sex. I took a deep breath and said out loud, “This is Wendy’s problem now.” She didn’t have any idea what kind of asshole she was dealing with.

The next note to Jack was dated a week later. It read, “Jack, I told you I would do it and I did. I fucked Wendy last night and it was great. It was pretty wild. I used my sister to get me into the reunion Saturday night and I pretended to just bump into Wendy by accident. I told her how happy I was to see her and how great she looked and asked her to sit with me so we could catch up on each other’s lives. I told her a few lies that made me look good then complemented her on how great she looked again. After that we danced and talked until the party ended. I gave her a ride back to her hotel before she left I asked her if she would have dinner with me last night.

“I guess I didn’t make her feel uncomfortable because she accepted my invitation. Then last night after dinner I drove around town and ended up in the high college parking lot, She asked me why I parked the car there and I told her I just wanted to talk. Then I bull shitted her about how much I missed her after we broke up and that I still think about her all the time. I kept up the BS for a while then I asked her if she remembered all the times we made out in my car in that same parking lot when we were in high college. She just looked at me without speaking so I pulled her to me and kissed her. She resisted at first but she was beginning to loosen up after a few kisses. Suddenly she pulled away and said that she had to call her husband. She got out of the car and made a call on her cell phone.

“I knew that if she let me kiss her again after she got off the phone with her husband that she would be mine.

“She was only on the phone for a couple of minutes then she got back in the car. She didn’t say anything, so I asked her if everything was all right. When she didn’t say anything right away I asked her if she wanted me to take her back to her hotel but she said she wasn’t ready to go back to the hotel yet. That was the moment of truth. Would she let me fuck her or not? I pulled her to me and kissed her and she responded by letting me put my tongue in her mouth. While our tongues were playing with each other and I was squeezing her tits and pinching her nipples. I had just put my hand on her knee and was starting to move it up under her skirt when her cell phone rang. Wendy pulled away from me to answer the phone. It was her fucking husband. As I listened to her tell him that she was in bed and had just turned off the television so she could go to sleep I put my hand back on her leg and slowly slid it up the inside of her thigh. She was wearing thigh high stockings instead of pantyhose so when my hand reached the bare skin above the top of her stockings I thought she would push my hand away but instead she spread her legs a little farther apart. I continued to move my hand very slowly and as I got closer to crotch I could feel the heat coming from her cunt. When I reached the crotch of her panties and began teasing her pussy through the thin material Wendy closed her eyes but kept right on talking to the poor bastard. I slipped my hand inside her panties and began to finger fuck her as she asked her husband if he would mind if she stayed here for a couple more days. Then she told him how much she loved him. I don’t know how she did it. She was humping my finger while she was talking to him and her voice never gave away the fact that she was close to having an orgasm.

“I continued to finger her with one hand while I took my cock out of my pants with the other. I continued to finger her until I heard her say good night to her husband then just before she turned her phone off I beeped the car horn. I was hoping that her husband would hear the horn before he hung up and would know that Wendy wasn’t in bed like she had just told him. As soon as Wendy put her phone back in her purse I put my hand behind her head and gently pulled her head toward my cock She took my cock in her mouth without hesitation and sucked me off until I shot a load in her mouth. When she was done I handed her a couple of tissues from the glove box so she could clean herself up. After that I took her to my house where we spent the rest of the night fucking. She was so hot she about wore me out.

“I fucked her again this morning before we had breakfast. She is in the shower right now and when she gets out I am going to have her give me another blowjob. By the time she goes home she will belong to me. She’ll leave her husband then I’ll dump her.
More later, Dave.”

Reading that note was extremely painful. The image of Wendy talking to me on the phone while that asshole had his fingers in her pussy made me sick. But the worst part was that she could tell me she loved me while he had his fingers inside her. Also knowing that the two of them could be fucking at that very moment didn’t help.

The pain I was feeling right then made me wonder why I had brought Wendy to Chicago with me. Why was I helping them get back together? I had to keep telling myself that what Wendy did with Dave no longer mattered. If she spent the whole week fucking him or never fucked him again was no longer important. The damage was done. I needed my revenge on them.

I continued reading Dave’s notes and found everything I needed. Apparently Dave couldn’t do anything with out telling his friend Jack about it. There were more notes about the time he spent with Wendy during the time of the reunion. There was a note later expressing his disappointment that he hadn’t managed to break up Wendy’s marriage yet.

Then there was this note, “Jack, It’s official now. I am engaged to the daughter of the president of the company. The old fuck actually likes me. Nothing has been said about any prenuptial agreements so I guess they trust me. Megan is planning the wedding for December of next year. Now all I have to do is teach Megan how to suck my cock so I don’t have to fuck the ugly bitch all the time. I want you to be my best man but we can talk about that later. See ya, Dave.”

Many of the notes that followed made very crude and unflattering references to Dave’s fiancée and her father. There were also notes to Jack where Dave talked negatively about many of the other people he corresponded with via e-mail. I was beginning to get the impression that Dave only liked one person other than himself and that was Jack Hoover. But a note to another of Dave’s e-mail pen pals dispelled that myth. In that note Dave said that Jack was like a puppy, always following him around. Dave said, “I swear I think Jack would suck my cock if I told him to. I guess he just worships me.”

The more I read the worst he got. Then last spring Dave told Jack that he had arrange to have his sister ask Wendy to be in her wedding. He said, “I’ll be fucking that slut again
And hopefully this time it’ll kill her marriage.

I’d seen enough. I was afraid that if I read anymore I would end up getting a baseball bat and waiting for Dave to come home. I copied down Dave’s e-mail ID and password and put it in my wallet. I made sure I left everything the way I found it and then I slipped out of the house and walked back to my car.

When I got to the parking lot at the hotel I called the room but got no answer. Then I called Wendy on her cell phone. When she answered I asked her what she was doing and she said that she was out walking around the hotel. I told her I was on my way back to the hotel and would be there in a few minutes. Wendy said that she would meet me back in our room. I sat in the car for a few minutes until I saw Dave come out and give a ticket to the valet parking attendant. As soon as Dave got into his car and left I headed into the hotel.

If I hadn’t already known Wendy was with Dave all afternoon I wouldn’t have been able to tell by looking at her. She looked happy to see me. She kissed me and slipped he tongue in my mouth. Even thought I was angry about what she was doing behind my back I still responded to the passion in her kiss and I could feel myself getting hard. Wendy and I were soon on the bed having sex. She gave my engorged cock a lot of oral attention and I could tell by her body language that she wanted me to return the favor. I knew what had been in her pussy earlier and I wasn’t about to put my tongue in there. All in all the sex was very satisfying and relieved some of the tension that had built up in me during the day.

On Tuesday and Wednesday I was able to put Wendy and Dave out of my mind and concentrate on me meetings. On both days when I got back to the hotel Wendy was waiting for me. She was hot and ready for sex and she was fantastic in bed.
(TO BE CONTINUED)

[Ramesh_Rocky]

FIDELITY
LAST PART






REVENGE

I decided Wednesday night that I had everything I needed for my revenge, so I didn’t need to stay Thursday. I told Wendy that I had finished up with my meetings sooner than expected and was going home on Thursday. I watched her face as I told her this but she didn’t appear to be disappointed. Then I offered to let her stay an extra day if she wanted to but she said she would go home with me.

Thursday afternoon when we got home Wendy went to take a shower and I logged on to Dave’s e-mail and started my plans for revenge. First, I forwarded all of the notes in Dave’s Jack Hoover folder to Wendy. Then I forwarded the notes about Dave’s fiancée and her father to the father. I deleted the evidence of the notes I sent from the send file so that Dave wouldn’t know that anyone had been in his e-mail account. That was just the first round.

It wasn’t till Saturday that I saw what I was hoping for. I had signed onto Dave’s e-mail and found a note he had sent to Jack on Friday night. It read, “Jack, Something has gone terribly wrong. Megan called me this morning and told me I was a pig and that the engagement was off and that I shouldn’t try to contact her. Then when I got to work the companies security people came and told me that I had been terminated then they watched me empty my desk and escorted me from the building. I can’t imagine what happened and I can’t call Megan or her father to ask. I can’t believe this is happening to me.”

It was time for step two. I created a distribution list of all of the people that Dave corresponded with except Jack and sent all of the notes that had negative comments about people in them to that distribution list. Finally I took the note that Dave wrote about Jack saying he was like a puppy and would probably suck Dave’s cock if Dave told him to do it, and forwarded it to Jack. This time I didn’t clean up after myself. I wanted Dave to see that those notes were sent from his e-mail address.

I was satisfied. Dave was out of work and wouldn’t be living the good life married to the boss’s daughter and he probably wouldn’t have a friend left in the world. I was happy for him.

Now the last step was to deal with Wendy. I turned off the computer and went into the family room where Wendy was reading a magazine. I took her by the hand and lead her into the bedroom. She followed without asking any questions. Once in the bedroom I kissed her passionately and lifted her onto the bed. I pulled the jeans she was wearing off and removed her panties and began sucking on her pussy. Wendy seemed a little surprised by the lack of foreplay but was soon enjoying the sensations I was giving her.
I continued to stimulate her orally until she had an orgasm then I removed my clothes and positioned myself so that Wendy could suck on my rock hard cock. I didn’t let her bring me off in her mouth because I wanted to shoot my load in her pussy, which I did. After my climax we lay quietly on the bed for a while then Wendy asked, “What was that all about?”

I got off the bed and put my pants on while Wendy continued to lay there half naked with the evidence of our coupling leaking from between her labia. Wendy was looking at me with curiosity but no concern as I began to speak. I said, “Wendy, I have been thinking about this for quite a while now and I have finally made up my mind. You’ve given me eight great years of marriage...”

Wendy interrupted me and said, “We’ve been married ten years.”

“Don’t interrupt me. You’ve given me eight great years of marriage. You’re attractive and sexy, you’re intelligent, you have a good sense of humor, you’re fun to be with, I love the way you suck my cock and you’re a great fuck. It’s for those reasons that I am not divorcing you in spite of the fact that for the last year and a half you have been a lying, cheating slut?”

The expression of curiosity on Wendy’s face had changed to shock. She said, “What are you talking about?”

“You know exactly what I am talking about.”

”How could you say that to me? I’ve never cheated on you.”

“Give it up Wendy. Your lies won’t work. I have a confession to make. Remember when I told you that a woman at the wedding told me that you were with Dave? Well I lied about that. When I got back to the Dickson’s house after finding my camera I went looking around and ended up on that catwalk of whatever it is above Dave’s bedroom.”
I opened the drawer in the bedside table and took out the pictures I had taken of Wendy and Dave and I tossed them on the bed. “I was up there and took these pictures as I watched you guide his cock into your cheating cunt with my own eyes.”

Wendy was stunned. I gave her a few seconds to let that sink in. Finally she said, “Why didn’t you stop us?”

I said, “I wanted to but I could move after I heard you say, ‘It feels so good to have you inside me again.’ There didn’t seem to be much point in stopping you when I found out it wasn’t the first time you had fucked him.

“Since then I have been reading your e-mail and I have learned a lot about the two of you.”

Wendy had begun crying. “I can explain if you’ll give me a chance.”

“If you can explain to me why I shouldn’t be upset that you have fucking that son-of-a-bitch and why I should forgive you for all the lies and deceit I would gladly listen to you. Otherwise keep your fucking mouth shut till I’m done talking.

“Aside from being that jack-off’s slut for that last year and a half you’ve done everything else a good wife should do. So I have decided to give you a choice. You can stay with me and follow my rules or you can leave.

“If you decide to stay you will act like you are my loving and dedicated wife. That should be easy for you. You will under no circumstances have sex with anyone other than me. If you do I’ll dump you immediately. You will have sex with me whenever I want it. You can sleep in here or in the guest room I don’t care which. Now, while a small part of me still loves you, I have absolutely no respect for you and I don’t trust you at all. Respect and trust is something you’ll have to earn and it won’t be easy.

“Before you decided to run off to spend your life with that toad you’ve been fucking, I suggest that you go read the notes that I forwarded from his mail box to you. I think you’ll find that he may not be your Prince Charming.

“If you decide to leave me you can sleep in the guest room until you can make other arrangements. If you decided that you want to stay you can tell me by sucking my cock. Do you understand everything I have said?”

Wendy looked at me with tears streaming down her face and said, “I’m sorry, I’m so sorry.” Then she got dressed and left the room. For the next hour I could hear her in the guest room whimpering. Later I heard her turn the computer on in the study. About a half hour later I went to the kitchen to get a drink. Wendy was sitting at the computer and crying as she read the notes. I felt a little sorry for her but I didn’t go to her.

About midnight that night a sudden movement of my bed woke me up. I was still half asleep when I felt Wendy’s lips on my cock. She made her decision.
(END)

[Ramesh_Rocky]

My wife’s Business Trips



My wife Julia could be the poster girl for Overachievers of The World. Grade college, high college, college and in the world of business Julia just had to be at the top of the heap or life just wasn't worth living. She managed to get there with the first three and she is working hard to get there in business.

Julia is the highest grossing sales representative in her company. Her goal is to remain the top performer until she becomes the Vice President of Sales and then she has her sights set on becoming the company CEO. Julia's territory covers most of three states and as a result she is gone on two and three day sales trips several times a month. I'm not too happy about it, but I'm living with it as best I can. I figure that it is the price I have to pay just to have Julia in the first place. That I do have her is a miracle, at least to me. I am her complete opposite. Where she is drop dead gorgeous I'm a little on the plain side; where she is the hard charging over-achiever I am the original "go with the flow" guy and where she was the brainy one I was the quintessential jock. We meet at a fraternity mixer in college and just seemed to stay together after that.

We don't really need the money that Julia is so obsessed with making, but she always tells me that the money isn't important, it is just the way to keep score - the total points needed to make it to the next plateau in her drive to become the CEO. That is another thing that is different about us. She works hard to be a success and I became successful through sheer dumb luck. My brother started up a dot com, talked me into investing and then told me when to get out. I made an obscene amount of money on the deal and I used some of it to by a small machine shop that made parts for the aerospace industry. One day I was watching a machinist at work and I made a suggestion on a different way to do it. He did and then suggested that I get a patent on the idea. I did and more money flowed in. We had more than enough that Julia could have had anything that her heart desired, but what Julia's heart desired was to be the CEO.

I got a call from a good friend that had been a frat brother in college. He ran a plant just outside Kansas City and he wanted to throw some business my way. Julia was on a sales trip to Denver and I didn't have anything better to do so I caught a flight and went to visit Robin. He met my flight and we went out and toured his plant. He showed me what he wanted, I told him we could do it, we signed a contract and then we went to dinner at a popular steak house. The restaurant was just off the bar and the two of them were separated by a wall that had several glass windows in it. We had just ordered when there was a burst of loud laughter from the bar and I glanced that way and my jaw dropped. Sitting at a table with seven black men and another white woman was Julia. Robin noticed the look on my face and turned to see where I was looking.

"She is something, isn't she?"

"Do you know her?"

"No, but I'd like to. The problem is that I'm not black."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"I see her in here once or twice a month, always with a crowd of blacks, and when she leaves she always has five or six with her. The word is that she is a gangbang queen. They say she is married to some rich guy and fakes business trips to meet her lovers. How would you like being married to a slut like that?"

How indeed I thought, how indeed.

I had a lot to think about on my flight home. I was having a hard time believing that Julia was cheating on me, let alone her being a gangbang girl for blacks. I really had nothing to go on except hearsay from Robin, but there was the fact that Julia was supposed to be in Denver, that she had been in the bar with a bunch of blacks and that she had left with six of them. There could be a perfectly good explanation of course. Denver is just a short commuter hop from Kansas City and her plans could have changed, but the last I knew Kansas City was not in her territory. That could have changed of course and she might have even mentioned it to me and I just missed it. And there is nothing that says you can't have black customers or that you can't socialize with them. After all, isn't that what I was doing with Robin? No, Julia must have had a legitimate reason for being there.

It was a day later when Julia came home. "How was your trip?"

"Exhausting. It was great from a sales point of view, but trying to convince a bunch of dumbshits to buy from you what they know they need anyway gets to be tiring after a while."

"Have you eaten yet?"

"No, but that's not what I really want. I've been gone three days. Three days without a stiff one. Take me to bed baby and give me a good fuck."

No, Robin had to be wRobing.

Funny thing about human nature. Even though you just know that you "Know" once doubt is planted it grows and grows until you find out that you absolutely have to "Know For Sure." Julia's need for sex wore me out that night, but as exhausted as she had gotten me I still couldn't sleep. I tossed and turned, stared at the walls and ceiling and pictured Julia lying naked on a bed with her legs spread wide and making "come here" gestures to a room full of faceless black men. In the morning over breakfast I casually asked Julia if Kansas City was her territory. I saw alarm in her eyes and then she said, "No, Kansas City belongs to Dave, why?"

"Just a thought. I have to fly over for some business and I thought that if it was your territory we could have gone together."

"Well I'd like to go because I've never been to Kansas City, but it's not mine."

I sat there looking at her as I thought about something a lawyer friend had once told me, "Never ask a question that you don't already know the answer to, and never ask a question that you don't want to know the answer to."

He handed me the cardboard box and his invoice and I wrote him out a check for his services. He folded the check and put it away and then he said, "I'm sorry. Every once in a while I get sent on a wild goose chase and I really wish that this had been one of them."

"No more that I Mr. Spalding, no more than I."

The detective left and I sat there looking at a box containing a month's worth of things that I really did not want to know. He had followed Julia to Salt Lake City, Denver, Dallas-Fort Worth and Kansas City. He had bribed desk clerks, bell captains, maids and room service waiters to gain access to Julia's hotel rooms where he had planted mini cameras and microphones and the product was in the box on my desk. I told my secretary that I was leaving for the day and I went on home. Julia was in Dallas-Fort Worth and I had the house to myself. I made myself a stiff drink and plopped down on the couch and began watching tapes.

I watched as Julia deep throated a nine inch black cock and then fuck nine black men during her last trip to Dallas, taking them in all three holes and all the while begging them to fuck her harder. Kansas City only produced six cocks for her, but she kept them busy for hours. In Denver her hotel room was pretty crowded with eleven men, all black, trying to find a place to sit or stand while they waited for her to get around to them. Salt Lake City was almost a let down and I'm sure that she was disappointed. There were only three blacks, but I suppose that's not too surprising given the low amount of blacks in Utah. But what they lacked in numbers they more than made up for in enthusiasm. For the first time I saw Julia take three cocks at once, one in each hole, and it was also the first time I heard her scream out, "Cum in me baby, cum in me and make a baby, make your white slut pregnant." When I went to bed that night I didn't know what to think, what to do or where my life was headed.

Julia was already home from her latest trip when I got home from work the next day. She was waiting for me in high heels and a black see through nightgown. "I almost called you to ask you to come home early. God but I've missed you. I need you baby, I need you right now."

"Why?"

"Why what?"

"What makes me so special that you miss me so much when you are gone, gets you all horny thinking about me and has you panting for me as soon as you get home?"

"It's called love baby. Pure absolute unadulterated love for you."

"Forgive me if I find that just a little hard to believe."

"What's baby, what's the matter?"

"Nothing much Julia. I just wonder when you stopped being my wife and became a whore."

"What are you talking about?"

"Go in the living room Julia. Watch the tape that's in the VCR and see if you can figure it out."

I left her standing there and went to the bar and made myself a stiff drink and then I went into my study and slammed the door behind me.

An hour later Julia came in and sat down on the couch.

"Where did you get those?"

"From a very expensive private detective."

"Why?"

"Because my trip to Kansas City had already taken place when I asked you if it was your territory and while I was there I saw you in the bar with your herd of blacks and yet you told me that you had never been to Kansas City. Kind of made me wonder about you and now I don't have to wonder about you anymore."

"What is it that made you wonder if I stopped being your wife?"

"Wives, at least good ones don't do to their husbands what you did to me."

"Bullshit! I didn't do anything to you. We have been married six years now and I have been loving and affectionate and have never given you any reason not to be happy with me. Can you point to anything - one single thing - during the past six years that showed me to anything less than a loving and devoted wife? No you can't! And yet what you saw on those tapes has been going on all those six years. Hell, it was going on when I met you and it went on all during our courtship. Do I do it around here where it might come out and embarrass you? No I don't and I never would. I can't help it that I'm hung up on black cocks and gangbangs. Its as much an addiction to me as being on drugs and if I go for any length of time without it I go crazy. It has been that way for me ever since high college and it fills a need in me that I can't satisfy any other way. But it has never, not once, got in the way of my feelings for you and it hasn't cost you a thing except in the ego department. You still get all the sex you can handle so you've lost nothing there. I give you so much love and affection that sometimes you even push me away so you've lost nothing there. So tell me, just what has what I've been doing cost you?"

"How am I supposed to be able to look at you anymore after watching you beg a nigger to come in you and make you pregnant?"

"Oh grow up and don't use the "N" word, it's beneath you. There isn't a chance in hell that I'm going to get pregnant by a black man. I always make sure that it's the wRobing time of the month and that I always have my diaphragm, my sponge and a gallon of spermicide with me. I say those things because that's what turns them on. Just like I always have to say, "Give me that huge black cock even if it's only the size of a cocktail weenie. I say what I do to stroke their egos and to keep them charged up. It means nothing."

"That doesn't change the fact that you are a whore."

Julia looked me right in the eye and said, "Yes I am. I'm also the best piece of ass that you have ever had and the best thing that ever happened to you. I also have to say that you are the best thing that ever happened to me. If you want to let something that shouldn't matter a hill of beans get in the way of my love for you I can't stop you. But you need to know that I'm not going to beg you to forgive me for doing something that only hurt your ego. I'm not going to say forgive me and I will promise to never do it again because I will. There is an old saying that half a loaf is better than none; you have ninety-eight percent of a loaf and that's more than most men will ever have in a lifetime. I love you and I want to be with you forever. You just have to make up your mind as to whether you want to be with me."

Julia just made Vice President of Sales and is now within sight of her goal of becoming CEO. I have come to terms with what she does. I practice "out of sight, out of mind" and it seems to be working, at least for now. I have no desire to watch her with other men, nor do I wish to hear about it when she comes home. I'm not going to pretend that when she gets home that I don't think about what she did while she was gone, I just settle for the fact that she is with me and that she seems to want to be there. But I worry. I worry a lot.
(END)

[Ramesh_Rocky]

A TRANSFORMED WIFE


PART1

The is a story about a life changing experience that my wife and I had a couple of years ago. Abby and I had planned a celebration after she lost a considerable amount of weight. She had reduced down to 110 pounds and looked great. I should describe Abby. She has long brown hair and big brown eyes. She has the cutest face and her smile is contagious. She stands five and a half feet tall and has a body that won't quit. Abby's petite figure measures 34D-21-33. Despite her awesome assets Abby is embarrassed to show off her shape.

Most of the time Abby wore baggy pants and tops. Like many women, she did not feel that she was beautiful, despite my complements. I finally persuaded her to buy some sexy clothes for our night on the town. I requested that she get something that had a very short skirt and was skin tight. I also requested that she not wear underwear. She balked at this but finally agreed after I begged her.

The day of our celebration Abby went shopping. She called me at work to tell me about her new dress. She seemed very excited about wearing it for me. She wasn't sure, however, that she would feel comfortable in public wearing such a sexy outfit. I assured her that she would be a big hit with anyone who saw her. I don't think I convinced her.

The plan was to go out to dinner and then go dancing. I couldn't wait to see Abby in her new outfit. She picked me up from work at 6:30. When I saw her I was stunned. She looked like one of those glamour models. She gave me a shy smile when I whistled at her.

She said, "I can't believe I'm actually wearing this."

I said, "You are the sexiest woman I have ever seen. “

Abby was wearing a red dress that barely covered her privates. Her large breasts stretched the top to its limits. The dress was low cut with a full one third of her breasts exposed.

I said, "I hope those shoulder straps are industrial strength."

Abby giggled and said, "I hope so too."

I continued to stare at her as she drove out of the parking lot. I noticed two bumps in the front of Abby's dress. I was happy to see that she wasn't wearing a bra. I glanced down at her legs and wondered if she was wearing panties.

Abby noticed my stare and confirmed, "No, I'm not wearing panties."

I asked her to prove it and she pulled her hem up slightly revealing her neatly trimmed bush.

Abby said, "I have to be very careful when I get out of the car or bend over."

I said, "I'll bet."

We headed for our favorite restaurant. The parking lot was full and we had to park at the shopping center next door. I watched as Abby got out of the car. She held the hem of her skirt firmly. It was no use, however. If anyone had been nearby they would have seen an eyeful. We walked in front of several shops as we made our way to the restaurant. Abby complained about the 5 inch high heels. Despite the awkwardness of the shoes, Abby caused heads to turn in her
direction. She was quite a sight.

We enjoyed a great meal and a few drinks and talked about everything. I told Abby how proud I was of her. We talked about the looks she was getting. I think she was beginning to like the attention. I paid the tab and we left. Abby asked
if I wanted to drive and I suggested that she drive. I told her that I wanted to just look at her. She blushed. We strolled to the car and again Abby got plenty of attention. I noticed that despite the earlier difficulty Abby had with her shoes, her walk began to get more sexy. I knew she was enjoying herself.

We got in the car and headed for a new dance club that we had wanted to check out. We talked about what we would do after dancing. Abby was playing it coy, but we both knew that a long session of lovemaking was in our future. We were so engrossed in our sexy talk that neither of us noticed the security officer car on the side of the road. We learned about it the hard way. Lights and sirens approached us from the rear.


Abby said, "Oh no! I think I was speeding."

I said, "Don't worry. Just do as the officer says and we'll be dancing in no time."

Abby pulled the car to the side of the road and the security officer car followed. She rolled down the window as the officer approached. He approached cautiously, finally relaxing when he noticed that the driver was a woman. He walked up to
the car door and looked at Abby. He had to stand back a bit to see into our low profile sports car. It was difficult to make out the officer's features. His black skin and black uniform made him nearly invisible in the moonless night. It was clear, however, that the officer was a very large man.

The officer asked Abby for her driver's license and she handed it over. He looked at the license then leaned over to get a better look at Abby. I could tell from his expression that he was impressed with her. The growing bulge in his pants was a further indication. His eyes lingered on her substantial cleavage. He sniffed at the air then asked if my wife had been drinking. Abby nervously explained that she had had just a little wine with dinner.

The officer told Abby that he had clocked her going thirteen miles per hour over the speed limit. Before she could say another word, he asked her to step out of the car. Abby asked him why. He informed her that it was standard procedure for potential 'DWI' cases. Abby tried to assure the officer that she was not drunk. She told him that we had been talking and she lost track of her speed. The officer was not persuaded. He asked Abby again to step out of the car. I suspected that he just wanted to get a better look at Abby's body.

The officer stepped away as Abby opened the car door. She held the hem of her dress as best she could and swung her legs around. Abby released her skirt and used her hand to brace against the car seat. The hem of Abby's skirt slid up her leg as she quickly pulled herself to a standing position. She immediately pulled her skirt down but it was too late. Abby's quick movements getting out of the car had caused the elastic material of her skirt to slide high on her hips exposing her bush in the process.

The officer's eyes got wide when Abby bounced out of the car. He first noticed her large breasts jiggling in the tight dress. He then spotted the dark hair between her legs before she pulled down her skirt. The officer's excitement gave way to seriousness. He accused Abby of using her body in an attempt to avoid a citation. Abby tried to convince the officer that it was an accident and that the dress was new. She explained that she had worn it for me for our night out.

The officer seemed to be satisfied with her explanation. He pointed to the white line on the edge of the shoulder. He told Abby to walk the line with her hands out. She gave him a pleading look. He gestured toward the line. Reluctantly, Abby began to walk the line. Her nervousness and her new high heels caused her to falter. As Abby fell, the officer grabbed her to break her fall. He managed to get a hand full of Abby's tit as he helped her up. Once again, Abby's skirt slid up her legs exposing her pussy.

The officer told Abby that he would have to take her to the station, charged with 'DWI'. I got out of the car and asked the officer if that was necessary. I tried to explain that Abby was not drunk. I told him about her new outfit and how she was just getting used to it. The officer seemed to ignore my words. Abby pleaded with the officer. She explained how she couldn't afford bail and didn't want to spend the night in jail.

The officer told us to get in the car. He went back to the squad car and called in the case. We sat in car totally depressed. I told Abby I was sorry for getting her into this. She was near tears. She told me that she would die if she had to spend the night in jail. I told her we would get the money to bail her out.

The officer got out of the squad car and walked to Abby's window. He told Abby that she would be charged with 'DWI' and for attempting to bribe a security officer officer with sex. Both of us were astonished at the last charge. It was completely out of character for my sweet wife to offer herself for sex with another man, especially a security officer officer on duty. We both politely told the officer that he was wrong about the bribery charge. He ignored our pleading, suggesting that saying more would only make it worse.

The officer proceeded to tell Abby the penalties for bribery. Abby was in tears. When the officer was finished with the litany, he offered Abby an alternative. I could not believe what he said. The officer said that he would forget all the charges if Abby would have sex with him. I couldn't believe it. How could he ask her to do something like that? I was surprised he would suggest such a thing with me there. I let the officer have it. I threatened to go to the security officer, bring a law suit and go to the press if he continued this blackmail.

The officer looked at me calmly as I had my tirade. When I finished, he pulled a small plastic bag from his pocket. The bag appeared to have a white powdery substance in it. The officer explained that if we did not cooperate, he would add narcotics possession with the intent to distribute to the charges. He made it clear that we would both be charged. I dropped my head in frustration. What a nightmare this evening had become.

I tried hard to convince the officer that she will never agree with this kind of indecent proposal because she is a homely conservative house wife. The officer looked towards Abby. I saw a denial in her face. The officer understood it. He then told me that he want to talk with her in Private. I tried to protest but officer did not listen anything and forced us to follow his car. After a 20 minutes drive his car stopped near a
Road side motel. He signaled us to stop and came near our car. He told me that he wants to take my wife in the motel coffee shop for a cup of coffee. He told me that he will try to convince her about the proposal and if she will still maintain her denial mode then he will have to file a case and arrest her. After 15 minutes he came near my car and said my wife is ready to have sex with him. I was totally confused. I knew her fear about spending a night in jail. But how could she agree with this kind of indecent proposal. I asked officer that I want to listen her decision from her mouth. The officer then asked me to follow him towards the cafeteria where my wife is enjoying her coffee. When I reached in the front door of the cafeteria, the officer told me to wait. He went inside and came back with my wife.



I looked at the officer and asked, "Why are you doing this to us?"

He replied evenly, "I like your wife. It’s been a while since I've had a woman. Your wife is the best looking piece of ass I've seen in a long time. Hell, look at her."

We both looked at Abby. She looked down ashamed as he continued, "Her tits beg to be released from that skimpy dress. She can't bend over or get out of a car without flashing her cunt. And her shoes, only a whore wears heels that high..."

I interrupted, "I told you we are celebrating her losing a lot of weight. The outfit was my idea. If she wanted to get anyone excited it was me, not you."

The officer countered, "I'm sorry my friend. Your wife has gotten my attention whether you like it or not and I plan to put her hot sexy body to good use." He paused, and then added, "You know, I think she's also warming up to the idea."

I look at him with surprise and asked, "What do you mean by that?"

He gestured toward my wife's legs. I looked down and noticed a stream of moisture glistening on Abby's thigh. The moisture was undoubtedly leaking from her pussy. I looked back up towards Abby's body and noticed two large protrusions caused by her rock hard nipples. I looked at Abby's flushed face with a questioning look. Her expression answered for her. Abby turned away, blushing.

I asked, "You want him to have sex with you?"

Abby didn't answer. I couldn't believe it. No answer was as good as a 'YES.'

Abby kept her eyes from both of us. The officer said, "Isn't it true, baby? You're itching to feel my big hard cock buried in your cunt."

I saw my wife tremble with the officer's words. Abby's breathing was heavier now. The officer continued, "Tell me, baby. Tell me You want to fuck Officer Brown's big black cock?"

Abby's head nodded almost imperceptibly. The officer looked at me and shrugged, "There you have it. The lady wants me to fuck her."

He turned back to Abby and said, "Go get in the squad car, baby."

She immediately left us and walked to the squad car, her butt started wiggling sexily. She never even glanced in my direction. She opened the door and got in the front seat quickly. I watched in awe as my once devoted wife made her choice. She had accepted Officer Brown’s ultimatum. I wondered if blackmailing was really necessary. She was obviously in a state of arousal. Officer Brown watched my wife with appreciation as she made her trip to the squad car.

Then he said, "you have enjoyed her for long…..now she is mine.? I'm gonna have one fine time with that lovely body of your wife." He again turned to me and said, "If you like, you can follow us and watch your wife getting nasty. But I personally advice you to go back to your home and wait for her, you may not digest what we are going to do next. I'll make sure that tomorrow she returns home safe."

I asked, "What makes you think she'll get nasty?"

Officer Brown smiled and said, "I know her type. Once she gets going, she'll do anything. The quiet shy types are usually that way. You must not be giving it to her, enough. She wouldn't have gotten in the squad car unless she was looking for some satisfaction."

I told Officer Brown that I would follow him.

I watched as the officer walked back to the squad car. I got in and started up the car. I glanced in the rear view mirror and saw officer brown talking to my wife. Suddenly, Abby moved toward the officer and then disappeared below the dashboard. A chill ran down my spine as I realized that my wife was giving the man a quick blow job. My homely and sweet wife was sucking the black cock of Officer Brown. I was surprised to find that disgust was not what I was feeling. I was aching to see her take his cock to the root. I was painfully aware that Abby was doing something for this stranger what she had always refused to do for me. After a minute or so the squad car pulled onto the road and I followed.

We hadn't gone far when the squad car pulled into the parking lot of a warehouse. I followed the squad car around back, out of site of the road. The officer stopped the car next to the warehouse and shut it off. Only then did Abby's head appear above the seat. I was thankful for the flood light that illuminated the parking lot enough to see a fair amount of detail. Officer Brown fumbled with something then got out of the squad car. He walked up a short flight of stairs to a door that he was able to open. He motioned for Abby to join him.

Abby opened the door of the squad car and got out. I was only somewhat surprised to see her dress gathered at her waist exposing her tits and pussy. She walked slowly with a sexy swagger that suggested that her nudity did not bother her and that she was better at walking in high heels than I had thought. My wife glided up the stairs and entered the building followed by Officer Brown. The door shut behind them. I hoped the officer had the courtesy to leave it unlocked. I got out of the car and ran up the stairs. I was relieved when the door opened. I entered and immediately looked for my wife and the officer. The warehouse interior was dimly lit. Around a corner I found them.

Officer Brown told Abby to kneel down and pull his cock out of his pants. She unfastened his belt and unbuttoned his pants. She zipped him down and reached in his shorts to find his cock. She struggled but finally pulled out large slab of semi-hard black beef. He must have been nearly a foot long and still growing. Abby's eyes showed admiration at the site of his cock. Officer Brown ordered Abby to suck his cock. Abby did not hesitate to continue what she had started in the car. She stuffed as much of his sausage as she could in her mouth. She greedily licked and sucked the head. She licked his plum-sized balls.

Officer Brown grabbed my wife's head as she furiously sucked his cock. He continued to grow as Abby sucked him. She tried twice to swallow his cock down her throat but it was too large. Officer Brown's cock stopped growing when it reached 12 inches. Abby held the thing up with both hands to inspect it. She had a look of awe on her face.

Officer Brown told Abby to stand up, turn around and bend over. She braced herself against the wall with her hands. Abby knew what was coming and she looked anxious. She looked around to see what Officer Brown was doing. Her hair was now in disarray after the face fuck. She had a wild animalistic look to her. He finished removing his pants and pulled his shirt off. He moved up behind Abby and nestled his cock against Abby's ass.

Abby asked, "Aren't you going to use a condom?"

The officer replied, "No baby, you're gonna take me bareback, skin to skin."

A concerned looked crossed Abby's face as she said, "But I don't have my diaphragm in. I think I'm ovulating."

I was stunned. I wondered if the officer would cut Abby some slack. Surely the officer wouldn't want to get my wife pregnant.

Officer Brown continued to rub his monster cock across Abby's pussy as he said, "Baby, I'm sorry but I don't have a condom. Its either bareback or not at all."

It sounded to me like he might let my wife off the hook. Abby seemed to be pondering her situation. Officer Brown brought his hands around Abby's waist then slides them up her sides. He grabbed two handfuls of Abby's tits and massaged them. Abby moaned at his touch. She looked now like she was hungry for his cock. Abby's face showed pure lust.

She said, "Put it in me, Officer."

Officer Brown asked her the repeat what she said.

Abby repeated, "Please Officer. Put your cock in me."

The Officer began to taunt Abby by saying, "What kind of wife are you? You would let a strange man fuck you without birth control?"

Abby looked the officer in the eye with a lusty look and said, "I don't care. I want you to fuck me. I want your big black cock pounding my hole!"

The Officer complied immediately. He rammed into Abby about half the length of his cock. Abby gasped. I had begun to accept and even look forward to my wife satisfying her newly found sexual passions, but I never thought she would risk getting pregnant.

Officer Brown began pumping Abby's pussy hard and steady. She never took her eyes off the officer. She continued to beg him to fuck her hard. I was amazed at Abby. Usually, she was quiet in bed. This situation must have awakened a deep lust in her. Officer continued to pump Abby's pussy. He had now managed to penetrate her to the fullest extent. It was amazing to see that huge black cock disappear between my wife's white legs. I couldn't believe how she took the entire thing.

Abby came twice as he fucked. Shortly after her second orgasm the officer began grunting something to her. I couldn't understand but she nodded. Suddenly, Officer Brown jerked his cock out of Abby's pussy. She pivoted and knelt down. Abby opened her mouth wide as Officer Brown let a long cum string fly right into my wife's mouth. She didn't miss a drop. He then stuffed the head into Abby's mouth and pumped two of three more cum strings into Abby. She swallowed; however, some of the slimy goo escaped her mouth and drooled onto her chin. When the officer had finished, she took time to lick all the cum off her chin and his cock. I was shocked. She had never eaten my cum before. I
guess it was better in her mouth than in her fertile womb.

Abby continued to licked the officer's cock as she flashed him a grateful smile. Slowly, Officer Brown's cock diminished in size.

Abby asked, "When can we fuck again?" I have only a night for you.
(TO BE CONTINUED)

[Ramesh_Rocky]

A TRANSFORMED WIFE

LAST PART

The officer gave an exhausted reply, "Baby, it will be a while before I can go again."

Abby looked greatly disappointed as she whined, "I'm still horny. I need you to fuck me as soon as possible."
Officer said “I can’t. I am finished for now”. Then he thought something for a moment and said “ok baby I will arrange something for you.

The officer reached for his radio and said, "Time to call for back up." Abby gave the officer a puzzled look. The officer chuckled and asked, "How many more men will it take to satisfy you?"

Abby's mouth dropped open in surprise, "More men?"

The officer added, "Why we are letting that sexy hot body of yours go to waste? You can get your fill of cock and my buddies will have a night to remember for life."

Abby pondered the officer's words for a moment. Finally, she said, "What the hell. I've cheated on my husband already. More won't make a difference. Besides, I don't think I want to stop until my body gives out."

I don't think Abby realized that I was watching. She probably thought that I had just gone home. I wasn't about to spoil the show to come by letting her know that I was watching.

Officer Brown got on his radio and called for 'back up'. I continued to watch, unobserved. My wife and the officer talked mostly about my wife. He complimented her on her perfect body for arousing men. She was surprised to know that she could have such a profound effect on men by simply dressing as she had tonight. He told her she could make a fortune as a stripper or even as a porn actress. Abby asked him how much he was talking about. He told her that with a body like hers she could easily make six figures a year, maybe more, in porn. She told him that she would have to check it out.

Suddenly, I heard a noise coming from the door. I ducked behind some boxes and watched three more security officer officers walk by, yelling for Officer Brown. He called to them and they marched around the corner. I knew when they spotted Abby based on the hoots and whistles.

Officer Brown greeted his buddies and said, "Guys, meet Abby a future porn star."

Abby said shyly, "Hi fellas."

One of the officers said, "Abby, you will go far in the porn business with that hot body of yours."

My wife replied, "Well, I'm just thinking about it, but thanks anyway."

Another officer said, "You think maybe we could sample that pussy of yours before you become famous."

Abby stood up and said, "Guys, you can have my pussy, mouth and even my ass until you can't get it up any longer."

The three new officers got out of their clothes in record time. They pounced on my wife like a tiger to its prey. They rubbed her and felt her and licked all over her body. Abby appeared in a deep daze as they stimulated her sex starved
body.

She began to moan, "Somebody fuck me...Please, fuck me."

Two of the officers broke away to retrieve something from their pants. They moved back to Abby opening packets that obviously contained condoms. I felt relieved that I wouldn't have to watch these men impregnate my wife.

Before the thought had left my brain, Abby said, "You won't need those, guys. I want to feel your skin touching my skin."

Officer Brown shot Abby a look and she smiled at him as she added, "I also want to feel your creamy sperm deep in my pussy."

Officer Brown looked at Abby with amused shock. The other guys thought nothing of it as one filled Abby's mouth with a hard eight inch cock and another impaled her pussy with a similar tool. The third man pinched Abby's nipples and Officer Brown rested for his turn.

I watched as my previously devoted wife took on three black officers and one white officer with a Hispanic look to him. They fucked her for two hours solid depositing numerous loads of sperm into her very fertile unprotected womb. If my wife was indeed ovulating, then she was almost assuredly pregnant after the onslaught. I watched her take several loads in her mouth and in her bowels. She seemed to have taken to anal and oral sex despite her reluctance to do so with me during our years of marriage. I was beginning to believe that she would make a fine porn star. I had never seen a woman act such sluttier than my wife did that night.

After taking these men on for another session, Abby finally began to show signs of exhaustion. It seemed appropriate for them to stop. It appeared that the men were wiped out as well. Slowly they got dressed, then helped Abby on with her dress. She looked surprisingly presentable once her dress was on and straightened. Her hair still had that wild 'Fuck Bunny' look, however. I took the opportunity to leave before a potentially unpleasant meeting took place. Abby was dropped off about an hour after I got home. I had expected her sooner. I learned later that the officers had gotten aroused once again as they watched Abby strut her sexy shape out of the car near our home. They all four took her one by one on the hood of one of the squad cars just near our house. Their final tribute to her most fuckable body was to shoot their last load all over her face.

Abby's cum covered face greeted me as she walked through our door. She had made no effort to clean the slimy mess off until she saw me. With a look calculated to be as slutty as possible, my wife collected the globs of half dried cum off her face and put them into her mouth. An audible purr came from her throat as she savored string after string of the slimy stuff.

When she finished, she said calmly, "Thank you for asking me to dress like a slut. It has allowed me to find what is actually called true enjoyment."

With that little speech done, she went straight to bed.

The next morning Abby and I discussed the events of the previous night. She was surprised that I had watched most of her gangbang. I asked her why she wanted them to knock her up. She told me that it sounded like the slutty thing to do.
I reminded her that she would probably give birth to a black baby. She smiled and said that she didn't care, it would still be hers. I told her that it wouldn't be mine. She did not answer on that but told me that she still loved me very much and would like for us to stay together, but that she would understand if I wanted to leave her. I told her that I wanted to stay together. She did inform me that she could never go back to her former self. She admitted that she was a slut from the beginning. But she always suppressed her slutiness and lust for fucking other strong men only for the shake of our marriage and her intense love for me. But now she understood that love and enjoyment is different thing. A woman can easily satisfy her husband sexually as well as enjoy fucking other strong men just to enjoy raw and pure sex. Everyone needs some kind of verity somehow, somewhere. She said now she really likes fucking other strong and capable men.

She also told me that from now on she will not suppress her slutiness for anything but if I allow her to do what she wants she will show me what “intense love of a woman” actually means.

We carried on our lives mostly as before. The only difference was Abby's prowl nights. About twice a month she would go out, find and fuck as many men as she could find. It was usually a lot with her looks. I tagged along to keep her meetings as safe as possible. After four months she had to stop. She was pregnant with one of the officer's babies. I told Abby that I would raise the baby as my own in exchange for her using birth control on her outings. Tragically, the baby was still born. The doctor pulled me aside and asked how it was that my wife had given birth to a baby with obvious black features. I told him it was none of his business and we closed that sad chapter of our lives.

One benefit to my wife's new sexuality is our transformed relationship. I now have a sex life that most men only dream of. Abby will do anything I want, anytime I want just to make me happy sexually. Not only that. Now I understood what it feel’s like when a women loves her husband intensely.
(END)

[Ramesh_Rocky]

MY WIFE AND MY SERVENT

PART1
I had bought a new web camera and it came with sophisticated software. I was eager to try it out. After installing it, I discovered that it had many security features too, for instance the web camera could also be used as a cctv, but recording only when it would detect a movement. I am not very tech-saavy, so I was astounded.

“Have your breakfast” I was brought to reality by the sound of my 40 year old wife Anupama. “You are going to get me late today.”

It was 9.30 am .Not too late for me, but definitely late for my wife . She had to be in her office by around 10am. I normally used to go a bit later.

I had my breakfast and Anupama left for office immediately after that.

I got back to fiddling with my new toy.

I set it up and did a few experiments with the webcam and they were successful.

After a while I realized even I had to leave.

By 11 am I was also ready to leave for my office.

“Gopal, darwaza band kar lo. Main ja raha hoon” I instructed our servant

“Theek hai sahab” He replied.
By around 4 pm I had completed my office work and was sitting around with nothing much to do. Suddenly an idea struck me. I had kept my camera on in our house and it was logged onto the yahoo. I wondered whether I could access it from my another yahoo id ?

I tried it. I sent a request to my other id to watch the cam. As far I remembered, I had allowed both my ids to be able to “Always” connect to each other. After a few seconds of waiting, it was confirmed I was right. My house’s empty bedroom came into view on my cam window. I got a bit angry though seeing ot, as the bed was still untidy. Gopal hadn’t yet cleaned it.

I was about to put off the cam when I saw Gopal enter the room. He is a timid looking young fellow from Uttar Pradesh. He started cleaning the room and bed. I cooled down a bit. Better late than never.

It was amazing to watch my own house, my bedroom from my office. Gopal cleaned up the bed and the rest of the room. And then he surprised me as he started going opening the cupboard. We trust him so don’t keep it locked. Moreover, it doesn’t have any valuable or money. Money or no money, I was again angry with him, he was betraying our trust.

He started hunting for something amidst our clothes. He didn’t seem to find what he was looking for in the cupboard and started going through the bin we have in our room for dirty clothes we intend to get washed. What was he upto ?
I almost fell off my chair when he pulled out an used bra and panty of Anupama’s and started smelling them ! I was getting angry and wanted to put off the cam and rush home and fire Gopal from his job, but curiosity was getting better of me.

He then kept those used panty and bra on the bed and went back to the cupboard and started hunting for something more. He brought out her freshly washed panty and bra too and laid them on the bed. He placed them in such a way that the bra and panty were at an angle and distance from each other, similar to if someone had worn actually worn them and lied on the bed. He then took off his own trousers and underwear and lay down on his stomach on the bed over the bra and panty. Anupama’s panty was below his groin and her bra was under his chest. Then he took the used panty and bra in his hand and started smelling them, as he started rubbing his groin against the panty on the bed.

I was both disgusted as well as aroused. I didn’t want to be, but couldn’t help my mind an body reacting to our servant’s antics. My cock was stirring. I got up and closed the door of my chamber.
Even I took out my cock and started rubbing it as out servant masturbated on my wife’s clothes, while smelling her pussy in her used panty.

Gopal came before me. He got up and held her panty on his hand. It had his thick cum on it. He brought his finger to it and evenly spread his semen all over her panty and in the inside of her bra. After that he placed them in the similar way it was previously kept in the cupboard. It seemed he wanted my wife to wear the panty and bra with his dried up semen sticking to it ! Seeing this was more than I could take and immediately came.

Then he put my wife’s used undergarments back in the bin and left the room.
By the time I returned home, my wife was already back. She was instructing Gopal something about our dinner, which he just kept timidly nodding yes to.

Gopal looked timid and obedient. It was hard to imagine that someone like him could be up to what he did earlier in the afternoon. And of course my wife had no idea about it. If she did she would blow her top and I don’t think Gopal would be standing even for a minute in our house.

“memsaab, khana tyar ho gaya” Gopal announced like he does every night. Everything seemed so normal, yet so so strange. Gopal was always scared and obedient towards my wife. My wife was authorative and treated him as if he were a child who should listen to everything, which he did and because of that we trusted him a lot. My wife actually hardly even thought Gopal was a grown up individual with his own thoughts. Quite often I would hear Anupama reprimanding Gopal and he would respond to her scolding and shootings with lowered head. He never ever spoke back.

We both thought of him as an innocent timid villager, so much so that Anupama was hardly much cautious of herself and her clothing, with him around. She would wear nighties or skirts in the night, and at times while lying down on the couch and watching TV, they would expose her legs and calves. Its not much compared to what younger girls wear these days, but Anupama was the kind who wouldn’t expose anything at all. Always dressed prim and proper. This was the level to which she trusted him and took no note of his presence at home. She thought of him to be as harmless as the house furniture’s.
Well, I was seeing Gopal in a new light now. And it was having an arousing effect on me.

The next day I set up the cam again before leaving for office.

I kept my cam window on the whole day in my office comp. Around 2 pm, I saw Gopal enter out bedroom. Needless to say he repeated the same thing again. And I masturbated to it.

For me this was more erotic than any porn film. This went on for a few days, and my wife had no clue about it.

One day I had an idea. I searched in my home PC, for the sexy pictures of Anupama which I had shot. I found the folder. It had many pictures of hers, including the one where she was masturbating with her vibrator. I made some prints of those pictures, put them in an envelope and kept them next to her clothes in the cupboard. To add to it , I also placed her vibrator next to the envelope.

Even while doing that, I was getting a hard on imagining what I would see on the cam later in the day.

I got ready quickly and left for office. Moment I was in my chamber, I put on the cam.
Normally, nothing happens till afternoon, but I didn’t want to take any chance.
It was a long wait, but finally at about 3 pm I saw Gopal entering our room and opening the cupboard. My cock was throbbing with anticipation.
Minutes seems hours, as I kept looking at the webcam window impatiently. I had left home earlier than Anupama and I could see she was getting ready to leave for her office. She took out her clothes from the cupboard and took them along with her to the bathroom. We have an attached bathroom to our bedroom. Everything seemed as usual as my wife disappeared into the bathroom. The window cam was empty and I was wishing that she would take her bath quickly and leave for office, so that Gopal could begin his sexual play. For a couple of minutes, I just kept staring the at the empty webcam window, when suddenly Gopal appeared in our bedroom. He started peeping through the keyhole of the bathroom. As he intently peered through the small opening, he maneuvered his cock of his trousers, not taking his eyes of the keyhole even for a moment. As his cock came into view I saw that he already had a hard on. That was pretty quick considering he had hardly spent a minute in front of the bathroom door.

My wife must be absolutely naked inside and our servant was seeing her like that. Till today he was using only her undergarments, but now he was also seeing her fully naked in real. He must have got emboldened seeing my wife’s vibrator and photographs the previous day. Perhaps on realizing that my wife was a sexual being as well !
All these thoughts and the sight in my cam window, gave me a throbbing erection too. I begin to masturbate seeing our servant do the same as he watched my naked wife take her bath.


It did not take long for Gopal to cum. He wiped himself and went out of the room. After a few minutes, Anupama appeared from the bathroom. She of course had no clue what had happened while she was taking her bath. That our servant was watching her in the nude and masturbating.

In another fifteen minutes time she left for office.
Later that day, I saw Gopal masturbate two more times using her clothes. My wife must be really turning him on. And I could see his lust for Anupama was growing by the day. And so was my voyeuristic fascination. I wasn’t satisfied with seeing anymore, I wanted to hear too. I wanted to know if Gopal muttered anything about Anupama, while cumming.

Later that night, I took out hardware manuals and instruction books. Somewhere I remembered having read that one could use a handycam as a webcam too.
Necessity is the mother of invention, and because of my lust, I was slowly gathering a lot of knowledge about technical things. Till late that night, I kept reading the two computer books I had. I finally found the section which spoke of how to use the handycam as a webcam. Excited like child, I immediately started testing my knowledge. It was almost past 2 am when I managed to successfully install the video camera as my webcam. Satisfied, I went to sleep.

Next day too I left early for office, as I again wanted to see Gopal peep into the bathroom as my wife took her bath. I was even more excited this day, as I knew I could hear too.

The previous day repeated itself. Gopal watched my wife take her bath through the keyhole of the door and later after she left, he again masturbated on her clothes.
I could hear sounds too, but it was quite muffled. Gopal’s moans did reach my ears, but the audio quality was bad and I couldn’t understand anything he said while cumming, though I was sure that he kept saying something, while he was cumming.

Later that night at home, I attached an external microphone to the computer. After doing a test I was sure that the audio quality would improve drastically because of the microphone. I took the wire from the behind the book shelf and stuck the microphone on the bed in such a way that that it wouldn’t be visible to anyone.

I was again early to office the next day. The office peon was surprised that I had regularly started coming early. At least due to this, I was giving the image of working hard !!

I turned the computer toward me. Even if anyone walked into my chamber no one would be able to see the images on the monitor. I waited eagerly for the videocam window to connect. I enabled sound too. However, seeing Anupama lazily cleaning the bedroom, despite it being past 10 am, I realized it was a Saturday. On Saturdays she usually went late to office. I was a trifle disappointed as she wouldn’t be taking her bath anytime soon. She had a broom in her hand and she was cleaning the bedroom.
(TO BE CONTINUED)

[Ramesh_Rocky]

MY WIFE AND MY SERVENT
PART2




“Gopal, idhar aao” My wife called out for our servant.
(Gopal come here)

I was delighted to hear that this time the audio was very clear.

“Aaya memsaab” came the distant reply.
(Coming memsaab)

In a short moment, Gopal appeared in the room

“Gopal, tum us chair par chardke, upar waale cupboard se woh kitaabein neeche le aao” My wife told her “bahut dhool jam gaya hai”
(Gopal, bring climb onto the chair and bring down those books from the upper cupboard. Lot of dust has collected on them)

“Accha memsaab” Gopal replied and climbed onto the chair.

He reached out for a set of books, but my wife stopped him.
“Arey woh nahi, ukso rehne do” my wife instructed him “woh bagal waale kitab”
(Not those books, but the ones next to them)

Gopal fumbled with the books, as there were a lot of different piles of books and magazines in the loft.

He started pulling out a pile of magazines.

“Arey Gopal, magazines ko choro, uske bagal waale kitaab” my wife said in an irritated tone
(Gopal, leave the magazines, bring down the books besides the magazines)

“Woh hare or lal rang ke jo kitaab …..” Anupama stopped short with her words and changed her plans. “Acha choro, Gopal tum neeche aa jao. Mein utaarti hoon”
(Those books with red and green cover… ok, forget it. You come down Gopal. I will bring down the books myself)

Gopal climbed down and my wife took his place on the chair.

“Chair ko theek se pakro” my wife ordered Gopal “hil raha hai”
(Hold the chair properly. Its shaking)
As Gopal held the chair tightly, my wife stretched up to reach for the books.
Anupama was wearing a violet nightie . It wasn’t too short or skimpy, but as she was stretching upwards, her nighitie was getting pulled upto slightly above her knees and her ass was jutting out tightly against the fabric of the nighty. Her panty was clearly outlined against the nightie. Atleast that’s what I thought , from what I saw. It could be an aberration of the camera, but I was almost sure it was her panty outline.

As Anupama tried reaching for the books, she didn’t realize her ass was wriggling right in front of our servant’s face
But of course Gopal saw my wife’s ass right in front of his face and it had an immediate effect on him. While he was holding the chair with one hand, he placed his free hand on his groin. I couldn’t believe Gopal’s guts. Anupama was just a few feet away and she would freak out if she saw Gopal rubbing his groin. I was curious and anxious and my eyes were riveted on the webcam window.

Even through the webcam window I could see Gopal had a hard on. Anupama was trying hard to reach for more books and that was making the chair wobble. Before she could steady herself , she lost her balance and slipped backward. Gopal reacted instantly and blocked her fall with both his hands.

It would have been a bad fall if Gopal hadn’t helps her up. My wife heaved a sigh of relief.

“Thank you Gopal” she said still breathing hard. But within a fraction of second she realized Gopal’s both hands were supporting her and were placed on her ass. This made her visibly embarrassed and she quickly got down the chair.

“Gopal, tum zara try karna” She said in an authoritative voice trying to get over the awkward moment “ main tired ho gayi hoon”
Saying this she left the room, and Gopal climbed on the chair trying to finish the incomplete work.

Once in a while Anupama would come to the bedroom and then go back to the other rooms, while Gopal went on with his work of bringing down the books.

To my disappointment, she took her bath while Gopal was bringing down the books and only later even he must have realized the same. I could hear Anupama call out for Gopal from the Kitchen. He got down from the chair and did as instructed.

The room was empty for a while and I couldn’t see or hear anything, until I heard the main door being shut. Anupama had left for office and needless to say I was disappointed.

But I had other plans. I was really getting obsessed with the cam thing.
On way home I bought a couple of long USB cables.

The next day was Sunday. I could not really expect anything to happen while I was at home. Gopal was a well-behaved servant, and we had always considered ourselves lucky to have such an obedient, timid and an efficient servant at home. His present behavior was a complete surprise to me. I could never in my wildest dreams imagine him to be like this. However to my surprise I was not feeling angry but instead the whole situation was turning me on. Though, if Anupama got even and inkling, she would fire him from the job. God knows, even hand him to the security officer. She was perfectly capable of that.

I wasn’t expecting the weekdays to repeat itself on Sundays, but I had other plans!

I brought out the long USB cables from the packet and attached them. After joining them the length must have become at least 10 meters. Then I took out the webcam and placed it in a small cardboard box and cut a small hole in one of its sides for the lenses to stick out. Once in place, I taped the camera onto the box from inside, so that it wouldn’t move or get displaced. Satisfied, I brought out my laptop and attached it to the webcam with the long cable. I connected the laptop to the net through the landline at home and tested the webcam. It worked. The test run was successful. Now it was time to put the webcamera in the right place and I waited for an opportune moment.


As Anupama entered the bathroom to take her shower I sent Gopal to go to the market to buy a magazine, just a pretext to have him out of the house. The door closed and I got into action. I went to the kitchen and started scanning for a proper place where I could keep the webcam, without it being noticed. The cupboard on top of the kitchen window seemed to be an ideal place, as I could easily take out the cable from the window, without it being conspicuous. I climbed onto a chair and placed the camera in a corner on top of the cupboard and surrounded it with boxes and bottles in an attempt to camouflage the camera. And after pulling the cable out of the window, I moved to the drawing room. I stretched out and pulled in the other end of the cable. I was just hoping Anupama wouldn’t finish her bath before I was through with my work.

I brought the cable up to the cabinet where the music system was kept and deftly slithered it through the hole meant for electrical wirings to enter the cabinet. I pulled into the cabinet as much of the cable I could and then attached it to the laptop. I did the same with the phone cable and placed the laptop inside the cabinet.

My work was done!

I was feeling like a little boy, excited by his new toys. Anupama finishes her bath in another few minutes and Gopal too returned with the magazine.

I informed Anupama that I needed the telephone cable to test my laptop, so it won’t be working the whole day. She had her mobile so she didn’t really feel a need for the landline.

I was anxiously waiting for the day to get over. Monday did finally appear.

Before leaving for my office I connected the laptop to the net and yahoo messenger.

The kitchen and bedroom was now under the surveillance of my eyes.

The first thing on reaching office was to connect my office PC to yahoo messenger.
I was hoping the laptop, which was connected through landline wouldn’t have disconnected by now.

As Yahoo Messenger got connected I saw two of my own ID’s online, one from my personal PC in the bedroom and the other from my laptop.

Excited I sat down on the chair, keeping an eye on the monitor. I requested for cameras of the both the Ids to be connected. Two windows popped up, but only one connected, the other was dark. I was disappointed. I had to see the cams one by one.

The bedroom was empty. I waited for a few minutes and then disconnected the bedroom cam and connected the one in the kitchen. Both Gopal and Anupama were in the kitchen.
(TO BE CONTINUED)

[Ramesh_Rocky]

MY WIFE AND MY SERVENT


PART3

Anupama was wearing a nightie, which she usually wears at home.

Though, I couldn’t hear anything I could make out she was giving instructions to Gopal on how to cook a particular dish.

Gopal was standing closely and just nodding, obedient and silent as ever.

In a few minutes, Anupama left the kitchen. I hurriedly changed cams and connected the one in the bedroom. I preferred the cam in the bedroom as it had audio too, being a video camera.

Anupama opened one of the cupboards and took out few of her clothes. She was going for her bath and then would leave for her office. This was her daily routine.

The room was empty for around 10 minutes, until Anupama again appeared in the bedroom after her bath. She was wearing the same wet nightie and her head was wrapped in a towel. She took out the towel and further dried her hair with it. Her neatly ironed sari, petticoat , blouse and bra were kept on the bed. She stepped out of her nightie and was standing stark naked in the room. I could clearly see her in the cam, though needless to say, I have seen her naked a few thousand times before this !
She picked up her black panty and wore it, followed by the petticoat and the black bra. As she was wearing her blouse I could see in the cam window, a slight movement at the other end of the room. The door had opened slightly. Maybe Anupama hadn’t shut the door tightly and it was moving in the breeze. But on a closer look I noticed some movement behind the door. As I realized what was happening, my dick stood up in arousal. Gopal was peeping from behind the door and looking at my wife changing. I could never imagine Gopal would become so bold.

My wife was oblivious to Gopal’s gaze as she straightened the dark colored blouse over her upper arms. She stepped in front of the mirror as started to wrap the sari around her. She seemed satisfied the way the pleats of the sari were falling into place, when suddenly a very alarmed look swept across her face. She turned around and hurriedly threw one end of the sari over her shoulder as she almost ran towards the door. With a jerk she pulled open the door and saw Gopal standing behind it. My heartbeat raced nervously at the new turn of events. Gopal hadn’t taken into account that his reflection could be seen on the mirror, and was about to pay a price for it.


Gopal, yahan kya kar rahe ho” My wife asked him loudly and angrily, suspecting that Gopal might have been peeping.
(“Gopal what are you doing here ? “)

“memsaab, main kuch nahi kar raha tha” Gopal replied shakily “Main bas aapse poochne ..”
(“Mam I was not doing anything, just wanted to ask …”)

But before Gopal could complete his sentence, my wife flew into a rage as her eyes fell on his unzipped trousers.

“Get out” my wife screamed at him at the top of her voice. I had never seen her so angry.

I don’t know how much of the English Gopal understood, but he definitely new he was in a very tight spot. He hung his head low. He knew my wife had clearly realized what he was up to.


“Tumahari yeh himmat, abhi, issi waqt ghar se nikal jao” She shouted as she angrily pointed her hand towards the main door.
( “you dare do this, get out of the house at this very moment")

“memsaab maaf kar dijiye, main kuch nahin kar raha tha” Gopal tried to defend himself
(“Mam please forgive, I wasn’t doing anything”)

His denial angered my wife even more.
“aur ek shabd nahi” She said almost shaking in anger “baadme aake saab se apna piase le lena”
(“not one more word. And come later and take your dues from master (i.e. me)” )

“memsaab, aise mat kijiye” He pleaded
(Mam please don’t do like this)

But the more he spoke, the more it seemed to infuriate my wife.

“Haan, mujhe aisa nahi karna chahiye” She said with sarcasm “tumahre jaise badmash ko chorna nahi chahiye, security officer ko hand over karna chahiye”
(Yes, I should not do like this. A ruffian like you shouldn’t be let off, you should be handed over to the security officer)

I was not sure whether she meant to really implement her threats. If need ever arose, she was the kind to leave that to me. But I guess she was too angry to wait for me to return.

“Abhi call karti hoon security officer ko” She said as she walked upto the phone.
("I’ll call the security officer now")

Gopal was panic-stricken.

“Memsaab meri zindagi barbaad mat kijiye” he pleaded again in trembling voice.
("Mam please don’t ruin my life")
But my wife had made up her mind and walked up to the phone. Gopal followed her, and started pleading again

“Memsaab, mujhe ek mauka dijiye. Aapko galat faimi ho rahi hai. Maine kuch nahi kiya. security officer ko mat call kijiye”
(“Mam, give me one chance. You are mistaken, I have done nothing wrong. Don’t call the security officer”)

She didn’t care what he was saying, as he kept repeating himself

“Memsaab maine koi chori ya aisa koi galti nahi ki hai , ki aap security officer bulaa rahin hain”
(“mam, I have not committed any theft or such a wrong deed that you are calling the security officer)

“Galti, nahi ki hai ?” She repeated mockingly “ haan galti humne ki hai tumhare jaise badmaash ko ghar main rakhke”
(“You have not done anything wrong ?? Yes, its we who have done wrong , by keeping a ruffian like you at home”)


Saying this she reached out with her hand to pick up the receiver. But before she could do so, Gopal held onto the phone.

“Memsaab, aap aisa nahi kar sakti, aap bina baat mera zindagi barabad kar rahi hain” He said imploringly and in a trembling voice. Fear of the future, was writ large on his face
(“Mam, you cant do this. Without a reason you are going to ruin my life”)

But hearing him repeatedly deny his misdeed, and seeing him holding onto the receiver, further enraged Anupama.

“Naukar hoke tumhari yeh himmat” She was boiling with anger. “Phone neeche rakho”
("Being a servant you have such guts. Keep the phone down immediately")

Gopal did as ordered
(TO BE CONTINUED)

[Ramesh_Rocky]

MY WIFE AND MY SERVENT


PART4

My wife started dialing a number, most likely to the nearby security officer station. I didn’t know what she was going to complain. Gopal kept staring for a second or two and then on an impulse, he lunged forward and snatched the phone away from my wife’s hands.

My wife had a look of disbelief on her face at what Gopal had done. She seemed so angry that she couldn’t even speak and slapped Gopal on his face.

The slap shocked Gopal. He put his hand on the cheek where he got slapped.

I was a mute spectator to the proceedings in my own house. I was riveted to the cam window. It was almost like watching a movie, only that it was happening in real and my wife was involved in it.

“Tumhe dus saal ke liye jail bhijwaoongi” my wife screamed.”Abhi ghar se nikal jao”
(I will get you imprisoned for ten years. Right now, you get out of the house)

Gopal didn’t react to her words, but just stood there. He wasn’t pleading or imploring anymore, but stood there silently holding his cheek.

“Bola na, abhi nikal jao, yahan khade kya ho” My wife repeated again, but this time a bit shakily, rather than angrily. I could sense fear in her voice. I was not able to see Gopal’s face, but she could.
(“I told you to get out of the house. What are you standing here for ?”)
Gopal still didn’t react and stood silently. And then suddenly he pulled hard at the phone bringing the phone wires off the wall. He pulled a few more times and the wire snapped.

This brought out a scream from my wife – a scream of fear. But not for long as Gopal jumped towards her and covered her mouth.

My wife’s muffled sounds were coming through his hands as she struggled to set herself free from his grip.

Seeing this turn of events, I was suddenly afraid. I had never ever felt threatened by Gopal, but now I was very concerned about my wife’s well being.


Anupama was violently moving sideways, trying to free herself. By now our servant had gripped her with both his hands. Though he wasn’t big made, he was clearly much stronger than my wife.

I was contemplating calling the security officer myself; when I noticed that in the tussle, my wife’s loosely worn sari had slipped down from her shoulder, exposing her blouse


And it didn’t escape Gopal’s notice either. Though I couldn’t see his face, as his back was facing me by now, I could see his head had dropped lower as if looking at my wife’s bosom.

Taking advantage of Gopal’s momentarily loosened grip, Anupama tried to scream for help but was silenced by a slap from Gopal. I was in a state of confusion. On one hand, my wife’s exposed blouse in front of our servant was turning me on, but on the other hand his audacity to hurt my wife was making my blood boil with anger. If I were there, I would have surely thrashed Gopal. I was considering whether I should rush home or call the security officer.

Tears were rolling down my wife’s cheeks as the slap had subdued my wife’s scream to a whimper.

“Tum… tum chale jao, main pp..security officer ko nahi boloongi. Koi complaint nai karoongi. Bas abhi tum chale jao, mujhe tang mat karo” Anupama pleaded with him
(“Please go away. I won’t call the security officer or make any complaint. Just don’t harass me now”)

My wife was so helpless and I was feeling the same.

“Let me lay my hands on Gopal and I will kill him for sure” I thought angrily.

“Ek thapad diya to seedhi ho gayi hai na , saali randi” Gopal barked
("You have straightened after the slap, you whore")
“Gopal, tumhe achanak kya ho gaya hai” my wife said “Please abhi chale jao. Main haath jorti hoon”
("Gopal, what’s suddenly happened to you. I am telling you with folded hands to go away")

Experiencing an authorative and superior position for the first time, Gopal seemed to be enjoying it . He placed his hands on my wife's blouse covered breasts, which instantly Anupama pushed it away and began to scream for help.

“Bachao..ba…” But before she could finish her cries for help, a hard slap threw her against the wall.

“Saali randi, chilayegee to galaa kaat doonga” Gopal warned menacingly.
(“You whore, if you scream I will slit your throat”)

I could never imagine the usually soft spoken Gopal could turn out to be so dangerous and intimidating.
Her body seemed to going weak with fear, as she began to slump against the wall. She was trying to stick close to it, as if wanting to merge with the wall and not be seen.

Gopal took a step forward towards my wife and held her by her hair. My wife’s grimaced with pain and she tried to unsuccessfully pull her hair away from his grip.

He began to drag my wife with her hair, as extreme pain was visible on her awkwardly bent face.

After pulling her close to the bed, Gopal pushed her onto it with a strong shove.

My wife fell on the bed hard on her back.

“Gopal , kya kar rahe ho ?” My wife asked very alarmed sensing his intentions.” Tum paagal ho gaye ho kya”
(“Gopal, what are you doing? Have you gone mad?”)

Till now my wife was thinking that Gopal was furious and wanted to hit her and didn’t imagine that he would try anything more. She couldn’t imagine that the Gopal would ever try to bang her, but the reality was dawning on her now.

Anupama began to wildly lash out with her legs and hands.
Choro mujhe, Choro mujhe” my wife kept screaming and she tried to kick him.
(“Leave me, leave me”)

Unable to control her, Gopal hit her with a flurry of hard slaps.

Even I winced at the ferocity of the slaps. It must have pained her a lot. But somehow I was frozen and glued to the cam, neither able to rush home, nor call the security officer.

But I was surprised to see my wife was still not giving up and was putting up a strong fight. However, it only invited even more harder slaps from Gopal, almost like punches.
The force of the slaps felled her to the bed, crying and whimpering.

“Please, Gopal, Pleease Gopal, chordo mujhe, chordo mujhe” My wife pleaded amid her sobs, as she lay collapsed on her back on the bed.
(“Please Gopal, please leave me”)

“Kuch kiya to sahab (that’s me) tumhe nahin chorenge” My wife added her own bit of threat as she struggled to raise herself off the bed.
(“If you do anything, my husband will not spare you”)

But her pleas and threats fell on deaf ears. Gopal was like a man possessed. I could see madness and lust in his eyes.

Before my wife could lift herself off the bed, Gopal climbed onto the bed and on top of my wife, with his legs on either side of my wife’s thighs. Seeing Gopal get closer to implementing his evil intentions, she again began to fight back with all her strength. This time she slapped him on his face and then tried to hurt his groin with her knees. But it didn’t have much of an impact on Gopal except angering him further. And I almost predicted his reaction - hard slaps and punches. Though hurt and in pain, my wife kept throwing punches at Gopal, very well knowing it would be inviting violent retaliation. I was amazed to see her courage and will to fight. But Gopal was in no mood to give in either. He used all his force to pin her legs and hands down to the bed. Unable to move, Anupama began to wieldy lash her head to and from, making Gopal’s progress difficult. He left her hands free for a moment and punched her hard across the face. I am sure that kind of force would have knocked me out too. For Gopal, it seemed to have the desired effect, as for a few seconds my wife appeared to have been stunned into silence. She was unable to even move, let alone resist. I could see blood trickling down my wife’s chin from her lips. The sight made me feel very guilty – that I was just watching it all happen and did nothing. But as I said, I was frozen and glued to the camera window.
(TO BE CONTINUED)

[Ramesh_Rocky]

MY WIFE AND MY SERVANT

(LAST PART)

Anupama kept sobbing as Gopal leered at her lustfully. With one swift violent move of his hand he tore away her blouse exposing her white bra. The sudden jerk made my wife cry out loudly while trying to hold on to the torn blouse. By now, Gopal was sitting on my wife’s pelvic region and had her well bound under him. With both her hands, she was covering her chest and holding the shreds of the blouse. Gopal tried hard but could not manage to push away her hands. He slapped her a few times. I could even hear the ringing sounds of the slaps. She still didn’t let go and Gopal went on hitting her. Each slap brought out loud spasmic cries of pain from my wife. The exhaustion and pain made my wife’s hands go limp as Gopal snatched away the blouse. My wife’s body again jerked up in pain, as he tried to tear away the bra too, without unhooking it.

“Pleaase no, please noooo” my wife managed a weak plea amid her constant crying.

My wife was lying on the bed with ample areas of her waist, stomach and chest exposed, to the gaze of our servant, except the bra covering her breasts. So eager was Gopal’s to get a feel my wife’s breasts, that even without taking off her bra he started pressing them. He would have been pressing quite rough and hard, as more sounds of pain escaped my wife’s mouth. This was the first direct assault on my wife’s body, which she had so far so carefully protected from the gaze, let alone touch of any other person but me. She was known in her family and professional circle as a very dignified and reserved person.

Anupama couldn’t bear the feel of another man touching her like that and she tried to push away his hand from her body, but not with much success. And Gopal seemed to be enjoying Anupama’s resistance and discomfort. He had a devilish smile as he kept pressing her breasts. Helpless, my wife’s sobs turned into loud tearful crying. This seemed to increase Gopal’s pleasure. He brought his face down to my wife’s bra covered breasts and started sucking one of the breasts through the fabric of the bra itself .
My wife tried pushing his head away, but instead Gopal without raising his face from her breasts, pushed her face away with his left hand and kept it pressed against the bed.
Then with a deft movement of his right hand he unhooked her bra and pulled it away. Now my wife’s entire upper body, including her ample fair breasts, was bare naked below Gopal. He quickly removed his own shirt too and placed his entire weight on her body . His bare chest rested on my wife’s semi-naked body crushing her breasts with his body weight. My wife tried to desperately wriggle away, but Gopal was too strong for her. He started rubbing his chest in circular motion on my wife’s upper body. The look on my wife’s face was one of complete revulsion, hate and helplessness. She kept trying to push him off and even punched his back with her hands, but it didn’t seem to make any impact on him. She was crying relentlessly. Gopal dragged himself a little lower and took one of my wife’s nipples in his mouth. This made my wife pull Gopal away holding his hair. It must have hurt him this time as he winced in pain and sat upright. He was glaring angrily at her.

“Sali, kutiya , sali randi” Gopal abused my wife as he slapped her hard on her face. The impact made my wife’s face swing away to the opposite side.

Angrily he tugged at the rest of her clothes. My wife held his hands as he was trying to remove her sari.

“Gopal, main bheek mangti hoon, mukhe chordo” my wife pleaded “please, aisa mat karo. Mera zindagi barbaad mat karo”
(“Gopal, I beg you, please leave. Don’t do this. Don’t spoil my life”)
Gopal was like a predator who was in no mood to leave his prey. Indeed my wife looked like a helpless prey as Gopal pushed away my wife’s hand, but my wife clung on to her sari. Gopal tried hard but she wouldn’t. Irritated, he slapped my wife hard again. The impact of the slap made her loosen her grip on her sari. The slap was hard and she was in a temporary daze. Gopal took advantage of the moment, and pulled her sari down leaving her only in her petticoat. I have to admit that my wife looked very sexy and sumptuous lying like that on the bed. Hurriedly, Gopal tried to pull away her petticoat too, but by then my wife was again resisting our servant’s attempts to strip her.

“Pleeeeaseeeeee Noooo” My wife begged in vain to Gopal

“Haath hataa kutiya, aaj main tujhe apna randi banaoonga” ordered Gopal.
(“Remove your hands bitch, I will make you my whore today”)

“Nooo Noooooo…” Anupama’s pleas were drowned by the ringing sounds of another slap. And another. He slapped her two-three times continuously, leaving my wife shocked, unable to speak, only shaking spasmodically in jerky sobs. She was crying non-stop all through the ordeal.

Despite my curiosity, I was feeling terribly angry with Gopal for handling her so brutally.

Very roughly, Gopal pulled out the petticoat through her legs and feet. The sight of seeing Anupama’s naked smooth fair body, only clad in a panty, seemed to suddenly drive Gopal crazy. He dropped his pants and underwear in a record speed. By the time my wife realized, he was standing in front of the bed totally naked. Anupama tried to get up, but he instantly pushed her back on the bed forcefully, and literally jumped on her. She was buried under him. I couldn’t see her properly, but could hear her muffled crying.
I could see Gopal’s right hand move lower down to his pelvic region. He was gyrating his groin on top of my wife’s and with the help of his hand he pulled her panty down to her knees and with his leg he pushed it further down to her ankle. My wife was absolutely helpless and unseen under Gopal’s body. With a final flick of his toes, Gopal pushed her panty away from her feet onto the bed. Now both Gopal and my wife were stark naked, bodies crushed against each other, and the only sounds heard were of my wife crying. Anupama’s hands were trying to push him away from top of her, but he was much heavier and stronger for her delicate hands.

With a sense of urgency, Gopal parted my wife’s legs with his legs and then arched his pelvic upward, as if to position himself correctly. He lifted the middle of his body in the air and at that moment I saw his penis. I was shocked. It was massive - much bigger than mine, though whole body size wise he was smaller than me. But I was more shocked when I realized he was preparing to enter my wife. Normally during our lovemaking we have a lot of foreplay and that lubricates my wife’s vagina. But I was sure my wife’s vagina must be dry now and will hurt badly, if Gopal tries to enter her unlubricatedly with his massive penis.

While pinning down my wife’s hands with his hands, Gopal lowered his pelvic region back onto her, until his penis was right in front my wife’s vagina. My wife was going on crying fitfully and pleading with a muffled voice. I could sense she had become very weak physically with all the struggle and resistance.

Suddenly with a heavy powerful push Gopal entered my wife, making her scream out in extreme pain. My wife was almost delirious with pain. She was alternating between loud screams of agony and muffled incoherent pleas, as Gopal continued to push deeper into Anupama’s vagina. Tears were trickling down her cheek. I was feeling very sorry for her. I was wondering whether after witnessing the torture of my wife like a mute spectator, would I be able to forgive myself ?

Gopal was merciless and ruthless, as he thrust his cock hard into my wife’s vagina. But it was refusing to go in easily, compelling Gopal to use all his brute force. And each thrust brought out heart wrenching screams from my wife. Gopal didn’t seem to bother much about Anupama’s pain rather he was busy satisfying his animalish lust. When he finally penetrated my wife’s vagina completely, he pulled it out with equal ferocity making my wife gasp. And without a second’s rest he thrust his cock right back into her vagina – with even greater speed and force. Anupama screamed in pain.

It was too late for me to leave for home or call the security officer. And anyway calling the security officer when the deed has been done would serve no purpose but only cause more embarrassment. I kept watching.

Slowly, the speed and frequency of entering and withdrawing his cock from my wife’s vagina kept increasing, like the piston of a steam engine. My wife’s body too was moving up and down the bed with each thrust of his cock. Though her eyes were closed, tears were still trickling down from them. She was tighly holding the blanket on the bed with a clenched fist as she kept crying and groaning in pain.

Gopal’s face was moving up and down over Anupama’s face, as his cock went in and out of her. My wife clinched her fist even tighter as Gopal kept violently ravaging my wife. I was just hoping she wouldn’t faint or anything like that, as for a long time she hadn’t opened her eyes. Her painful groans and pleas were getting more and more muffled whereas Gopal was getting more and more loud and vocal

“Ahhh…uhhhh..oooohhh…ahhhh..uhhh..mmm” Gopal was huffing and puffing as his body movement got into a rhythm

“ahhh, ohhh, Kya choot hai teri, meri randi” he panted out lewdly “kya chudti hai tu…..ooohhhhh”
(“What a pussy you have. How nicely you fuck !”)
“ahhhh…Mazaa aa raha hai naa ab saali ?…. aaahhhh” he asked my wife, who was in no position to reply and just kept her eyes closed.
(“ arent you now enjoying it, bitch?” )

“mmmmm….abey saali bol, mazaa aa raha hai na ? hai tera pati ka inta bara lund?” he went on “ohhhhh…..teri choot ras se kitna bheeg gaya hai”
(“c’mon bitch tell me , aren’t you enjoying it? Do your husband have a big cock like this? You pussy is so wet now !”)

I couldn’t believe my ears. No way could my wife be getting wet by this brute’s fucking. He surely must be just going on an imaginative vicarious trip to satisfy himself.

Not getting a reply, Gopal started pumping his cock even harder, bringing out groans from my wife. Gopal smiled .

“Accha lag raha hai na ?” Gopal asked in between his heavy breaths.
(“arent you liking it ?”)

Gopal just wouldn’t give up. He was mistaking my wife’s groans of pain, as signs of pleasure.

Still getting no reply, Gopal completely withdrew his cock out of her. My wife gasped as Gopal’s massive cock completely moved out of her body. But then something which caught my eye, surprised me. As Gopal’s cock moved out, Anupama’s pelvic region arched upwards trying to not let go off his cock !! At least it seemed so. But, It couldn’t be, I thought. My eyes and Gopal’s words must be playing tricks on me. I watched on
Then Gopal placed the tip of his cock back on the entrance of my wife’s pussy, but instead of entering it he stayed still and waited. But he didn’t have to wait for long, as within a fraction of a second, my wife’s pussy as a reflex action, seemed to push itself upwards towards Gopal’s cock and taking a bit of it inside. Gopal looked very pleased at what happened, but I was shocked. I couldn’t believe it. Was my wife’s body out of her control, was it reacting on its own to Gopal’s cock ? As I was thinking I saw Gopal push the rest of his cock into my wife’s pussy with a single powerful thrust. In an instant his cock completely disappeared into my wife’s pussy, bring out a loud moan from her.

I was dumbfounded by what I saw.

As Gopal increased his pace, Anupama’s moans also got louder and more frequent.

“ahhhhhh,…ohhhhhhhhh..ahhhhh…ohhhhh” my wife kept rambling

“Mera lund kaise lag raha hai ?” Gopal asked with a wicked smile
(“You liking my cock ?” )

I was sure she couldn’t be enjoying such a big cock. It must be tearing her vagina. Gopal is just imagining things in his mind. And moreover, Anupama was never comfortable with even a bit of dirty talking, let alone the filthy lewd language of this illiterate brute.

But when I saw my wife’s pelvic region going up and down to meet each thrust of Gopal’s cock I was unsure. She wasn’t laying still the way she was a few minutes before, but now her body was moving, in rhythm with Gopal’s.
Maybe it’s just the reflex action of her body, I reasoned. I was sure; her mind must be hating it. She must be repulsed by this beast on top of her.

Anupama was holding the blanket very tightly in her fist by now, almost crushing it.

“Memsaab, aankh kholo” Gopal urged my wife.
(“Madam, open your eyes”)

My wife was surprised he used the word ‘memsaab” again and she opened her eyes. Gopal’s face was right on top of her, just a few inches separated them.

Moment her eyes were fully open, Gopal began to thrust his cock harder and faster into her pussy brining out gasps and moans from her. She begin to close her eyes perhaps not comfortable meeting our servant’s gaze.

“Aankh mat band karo memsaab, mai itna vi bad surat nahi hu” Gopal instructed as he pushed hard into her.
(“don’t close your eyes’s madam. I am not that ugly)

I was surprised again when she heeded Gopal’s instruction and kept her eyes open.

Gopal was looking straight into her eyes, but she was avoiding his direct stare.

“ohhhhhh….memsaab….ahhhhhh……. kitna tight ho tum” Gopal gurgled as he thrust hard.
He kept calling out to my wife as “memsaab” and would thrust hard each time he called her so. It became a pattern. Gopal seemed to be enjoying calling my wife so, while fucking her, but astonishingly, it seemed to effect my wife too.

Every time he called her so, Anupama would look at him directly into his eyes. After a point she didn’t take her eyes away at all. As my wife and our servant fucked, they kept staring into each other’s eyes. She had a glazed look, and every time she groaned her mouth would open into an “O” shape. I must confess, seeing her like that was giving me a raging hard on.

Seeing my wife like that, Gopal too got very keyed up. He pulled himself back a bit and raised my wife’s legs on either side of his shoulders. He started ramming his cock into her pussy as fast as he could, while holding her leg up, pointing towards the ceiling.
This new position made my wife squirm and wriggle. Unable to assimilate the new sensations she bit her lips and wound her legs across Gopal’s neck.

She was groaning loudly and by now I was certain those were sounds of pleasure, not pain. I should have felt jealous and angry at seeing my wife enjoying sex with another man, that too with our servant, but instead, I was aroused like hell. I had to masturbate! Making sure that the door to my chamber was locked, I took out my cock and began to jerk off.

By now Gopal had again lowered himself, but didn’t reduce the speed or force of his thrusts. My wife was by now out of control of her senses and shamelessly moaned with pleasure, looking into our servant’s eyes.

“ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh memsaab” Gopal moaned again “memsaaaaaaab”
(“ohhhhhhhh madam”)

“ohhhhhh…haaaaaan…gopal” my wife responded as she placed both her arms on his shoulders.
(“yesssssss Gopal”)

This was her first words and response to Gopal. My cock stirred and throbbed seeing this sexual union, seeing my wife in the throes of pleasure.
“ohhhhhhhh…memsaab , mera lund se chudna achcha lag raha hai na ?” Gopal asked
(“madam don’t qyou like to get fucked by my cock ?”)

“ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh……haaaaan…” my wife replied in between her heavy moaning and panting
(“ohhhhhhhhh yesssss”)

The depraved conversation was making precum ooze from my cock

“ohhhhhhhhhhhh…..mmmmmmmm memsaab mera ras nikalne wala hai” Gopal announced
("ohhh madam, my semen is about to come out")


“ahhhhhhhh cum in me” Anupama replied in English which Gopal most likely wouldn’t have understood , however I did !

How come my wife was allowing Gopal to cum inside her womb ?? She was not protected! Strange are the ways of lust.

Her permission for Gopal to cum inside her brought me to the brink of my own orgasm !!


“main chod raha hoon tumhe memsaab” Gopal stated the fact to heighten his arousal, and without realizing even my wife’s.
(I am fucking you madam !”)

“Haaannnn….Gopal…… humlog chudai kor rahe hai” Anupama replied but this time in Hindi
(yes Gopal we are fucking)

“tum aj se sirf meri biwi ho, memsaab ?” Gopal asked my wife
(“madam from now on you are only my wife?”)


“ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh..haan Gopal…. aj se mai suchmuch tumari hu,” my wife replied trying very hard as her own breathing quickened. (Yes Gopal from today I am only your wife)
“Aj se har roj chudenge tume memsab, Thik hai na” Gopal asked her
(We will fuck everyday madam)
“Offffff haaaaa …… fir korungi mai…….ekbar job ho hi gaya hai………….”
(yes… we will do…….when we already started……)
Aaaaaaaaahhhh …… Memsab tumari choot bohut tight hai (you have a very tight pussy)
Ufffffffffffffffffff…..ha gopal……bachcha paida nahi kia na avitak is liya……
(yes….because I have never gave birth)
Meri bachcha paida korogi memsab……gopal asked while humping her very hard.
She did not answer this time.
Gopal again asked “Bolona memsab…… mera bachcha ki ma bonogi???
Haaaa…….Uffffffffffffffffffff……ha baba ….bad me dekhenge soch ke…….
(Yes I will think about it later)
I could see Anupama too was approaching an orgasm. She started breathing very hard
("ohhhhh yess, Gopal")
“ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh mera ras nikal raha haiii..mmmmmm … tere choot ke andar…ahhhhhhhhhhh” Gopal announced his orgasm and held my wife tightly.
(“ my semen is flowing out into you”)

Anupama began to shudder too. Gopal realized he had brought my wife to an orgasm. Very pleased he put his lips on my wife’s and began to kiss her. My wife responded enthusiastically and they both began to kiss, lick , suck, almost devour each other lips, mouths and tongues.

Their bodies were intertwined, his cock inside my wife’s pussy and lips locked tightly. It was the most erotic sight I had ever seen. Even I began to ejaculate cum all over my office table.

Both their orgasms went on and on as they just wouldn’t stop kissing. But eventually their never ending orgasms came to an end too. Gopal just lay still on my wife for a while and then rolled off. I could see Gopal’s semen leaking out of my wife’s pussy.

Gopal spoke first.

“Tumari jaise bore ghor ki gore gore biwia kitna mast hoti hai na?” Gopal asked in his typical crass language. With a naughty smile now he said “mazaa aa gaya teri garma gorom choot marke”
(“high calss wifes are very sexy. I really enjoyed fucking your hot pussy”)

Anupama didn’t say anything, she gave him a sexy smile and just covered her naked body with a blanket.

“Abhi kya sharmati hai?” Gopal said with a laugh “ maine sab dekha bhi ,aur chakha bhi”
(“now why are you so shy ? I have seen everything and tasted everything”)

My wife didn’t reply to this either she was thinking something very deeply laying under the blanket.

I was surprised again. She had suddenly changed after her orgasm. Now she seems to be liking his crass language .

“Kya hua memsaab ?” Gopal asked as he removed her blanket forcefully with a little resistance from her.
(“What happened madam?”)
Anupama tried to hold on to the blanket but she was too late. Once the blanket was removed I could see, my wife lay cuddled up in a foetal position.
Jao avi mujhe tang mat koro……mujhe akela chor do……mujhe kuch sochna hai.
(Don’t disturb me now. I want to stay alone….I want think about something)
Gopal smiled and said “teri bore bore norom norom dudh daba diya…..tere upor chorke tuje chod diya….ab keya sarmana or kaya sochna. Jo hoga dekha jayaga.
(I pressed your big soft breasts, fucked you riding on you…..now there should not be any shame or worry. We will manage what happens to us now.)

“Tume pata hai humne aj keya kiya ?” Tum vul rahe ho ke mai sadi suda hu. (“Oh, Do you know what we have done. Don’t forget that I am a married woman?”)

“Maloom nahin kya ?” Gopal said mockingly “tunhe apne nauker se chudwai !”
(“You don’t know what you did ?!! You got yourself fucked by your servant!”)

Pl mujhe sochne do……mera pati agar jan jayaga to to tume suchmuch hi jel jana parega.
(If my husband knows about it you will have to go jail)
Hum dono ko agar yeah sob hor roj korni hoi tab hamdono ko thora smalke chalna chahia.
(Mera pati ko agar shok ho gaya to muskil ho jayaga. Yad rakho aj ke bad tum kavi mere sath jabardosti mat korna. Mai tume bata dunga kob hum dono fir sex kor sakte hoi. Mouj mostia hum log korenge lakin samaj bujhke. Mai nahi chata ke meri husband mujhe divource de de. Mai use bahut payar korti hu. Uske bagar ji nahi sakta hu mai. Yeah yadh rakhna.
( If you want me to fuck you regularly then you have to promise me that you don’t force me for it again. You have to be very careful about our affair. My husband should not get any kind oh hints. I love my husband very much. To have some extra martial fucking I don’t want to get a divorce from my husband.)
Gopal laughed again. “pehele to randi jaise chudwai , ab sati savitri banti hai!”
(“First you fucked like a whore, now you behave like a saint!”)

Faltu bat mat koro Gopal….. tume agar mere sath sona hai to mai jaise bol rahi hu ayyase hi tume korna parega. (Don’t talk rubbish….if you really want to sleep with me then you have to follow my instructions.)
Achcha baba…..achcha. Ab bolo madam tum keya chahati ho.
(Ok….OK tell me what you want.)
Jab ghar me mera pati rahega tab mere sath tume ayse hi bat karna parega jaise tum pahele korte the. Tum kavi vi unke raite hua mere sarir me hat dalne ki kosis nahi koroge or mujhe kisi taraka isara or fusurfusur nahi cahia.
(when my husband will be in home you have to behave carefully with me)
Or job oh nahi rahega tab? Gopal asked (when your husband will not be in home …then?)
My wife smiled but didn’t say anything.
Bolona madam tob keya hoga?
(Goplal again asked for the answer)
“Tum jaise chate ho…….. mai tumari biwi bonjaoungi or tum mere patidev bonjaoge”.
(My wife shyly answered “you will be my second husband then”)
They started laughing together.

When I returned home from office Anupama acted normally. Like nothing unusual had happened.
I never told her that I have seen everything that happened between them. Now it becomes an addiction to me to watch them remotely from office. Seeing my wife fucking my servant wildly and acting like husband and wife in my absence always makes me very hot.
(END)

[Ramesh_Rocky]

HUSBAND SWAPING
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Ab tumhe apni life ka ek aur majedar kissa sunati hun. Aap sabne wife swapping ka to sun rakha hoga jisme husband sex ke liye apni biwiyo ki adla badli karti hai, per ma aapko batati hun ki kaise maine apni aag bhujhane ke liye apne pati ki swapping ki aur unhe pata hi nahi chala ki yeh sab maine hi kiya tha. Meri shaadi ko5 saal ho chuke the. Shadi shuda life se boriat mehsoos hone lagi thi. Mujhe koi issue (Bachha) nahi tha abhi tak shayad yeh bhi ek bada karan tha. Mere pati aksar is baat se udaas rehte the. Dosto mujhe bacha nahi ho sakta tha, yeh mein pehle se janti thi. Per dar ke mare kabhi pati ko nahi bata saki thi. Per ek din unko iske bare me sokh ho gaya. Unhone mujhse kuch nahi kaha per thoda udaas rehne lage. Unhi dino hamare pados me Mr. and Mrs sinha rehne ko aaye. Mr sinha ek multinational co. Me job karte the. Dono age me humse shayad saal do saal bade the aur unka ek bachaa bhi tha. Kuch hi dino me unse hamari achi jaan pehchaan ho gayi. Mr sinha ki biwi sanwle rang ki thi per cuts bahut payare the. Gaal ubhre hue the. Chooche bahut hi mast dikhte the. Who thode modern style ke the isliye Mrs Sinha sleeve less hi kapde pehni thi jis se unke ubhar aur bhi sexy lagte the. Aur Mr sinha umar me bhale hi mere pati se 2-3 saal bade the per the bade janwa dil. Kuch hi dino me me samajh gayi who bade dil phenk kism ke aadmi hai. Unhme sharm jara kam thi who kisi ke bhi saamne apni biwi ki chedne se baaj nahi aate the.Kisi ke saamne apni biwi ko baahon me lete aur baad me hans kar taal dete. Mujhe unki aankhon me ek alag kism ki kashish dikhi, kisi ko bhi apni aur khinch lene ki kashish. Dheere dheere who family hamare saath bahut jayada mix up ho gayi.


Ek din Mr and Mrs sinha hamare ghar aaye uss waqt mere husband ghar per nahi the.
Baton baton me mr sinha ne majak me meri peeth per haath phera.. Achanak mere sharir me current daud gaya. Yeh sirf majaak nahi tha, yeh unka ishara tha kyoni maine unke hatho ka dabav apni peeth per mehsoos kiya tha. Maine koi virodh nahi kiya. Ab unhe jab bhi mauka milta who majak majak me mere nitambo per, meri peeth per apna haath pherne lage. Aur ek din mauka dekh kar unhone mujhe apni bahon me bhar liya aur mere honto ko kas kar chooma. Aur mere choocho ko jor se masalne lage. Maine iska koi virodh nahi kiya aur mujhe maja aa raha tha. Per waqt kam tha isliye is se aage baat nahi bad saki, per aisa karte waqt maine unka lund apni choot ke saath ragdte hue mehsoos kiya tha. Unhone mere soye hue armano ko jaga diya tha. Ek bujhi chingari ko hawa di thi. Uske baad me hamesha unke saath sex karne ke bare me sochne lagi per kabhi mauka hi nahi mila. Mai apna control khoti ja rahi thi per kuch samajh nahi aa raha tha ki kaya kiya jaye.


Udhar sinha ji bhi bechain rehne lage. Maine apna dimaag ladaya aur ek tarkib naikaal li. Maine Mrs Sinha se dosti aur gehri kar li aur ab hum dono apni personal baate bhi share karne lage the. Ek din maine Mrs Sinha ke saamne bachha na hone ke kaaran rone lagi. Unhone mujhe chup karaya tabhi maine apna agla teer choda aur Mrs Sinha se kuch raat ke liye mere pati ke saath sone ke liye kaha aur wada kiya ki hone waala bachha main loongi. Mrs Sinha yeh sun kar chaunk gayi per mujhe rota dekh kar boli mera pati kavivi iski permission nahi denge. Or agar mai tumara pati ke sath kuch rat bitati vi hu tavivi bachcha mere petme ayagi iska koi guarantee nahi hai. Maine unse kaha ki mai Mr Sinha se hat jorungi unki payar poroungi…..jaise vi ho unko raji koraoungi. Or bachcha agar nahi ayage tavivi mera husband ko yeah malum to hoga ki khot unme vi ho sakte hai. Mrs. Sinha boli agar mera pati permission de ve dete hai tavi vi mujhe tumare husband ka bachcha pet me lene ka or vi bahut problems hai. Bachcha mera hogi or tumlog usko agar le logi to log keya kahengge. Humlogo ki paros or sasural balo ke bareme to socho. Unlogo ko pata chal hi jayagi or oh log kavi nahi manegge.

Tab maine boli ki achcha tab humlog ek kam to kor sakte hei. Agar tum garbh nirodhak pills le logi to bachcha kavivi tumari petme nahi ayagi or mera pati ko yeah mahesus hoga ki khot unme ve ho sakta hai. Mrs. Sinha tab mujhse tora time mangi sochne ke liya. Hum ko pata tha Mrs. Sinha na nahi bolegi kiu ke mujhe help korne ki bahane ek paraya mard ke sath chudi korne ki mouka oh kavi nahi choregi. Do din bad Mrs. Sinha ne ha kardi. Per unhone iske liye mujhe Mr Sinha se permission lene ke liye kaha, to maine kaha ki theek hai per jab Mr Sinha is bare me tumse puche to na mat kehna, Mrs Sinha iske liye maan gayi. Or unki mu dekh ke hi hume lagi ki oh mere husband se chudi korne ke liya bekarar hai. Unhe sirf unki pati ki permission chahia. Ab maine aadhi baaji jeet li thi.



Maine mauka dekh kar Mr Sinha ko saari baat samjha di, who to pehle hi mujhe pane ke liye besabra tha isliye kuch bhi acha bura soche bina han keh di. Ab mare pati se baat karne ki baari thi, ek din maine bister me sex karte waqt apne pati se kaha ki kyon na hum kisi aur se baccha god Lele. Who nahi mane aur mai rone lagi. Unhone mujhe chup kara diya. Phir maine unhe kisi aur ki kokh se apna bacha karne ki baat keh di, who pehle to chaunk gaye phir kuch der baad soch kar bole ki aisa hoga kaise. Toh maine unhe Mr Sinha se is bare me baat kar ne ke liye mana liya. Mai unko bol diya tha ke is bisay me Mrs. Sinha se thora bahut bat huyi hai meri. Mare pati ne Mr. Sinha ke saamne apni problem rakhi aur kuch raat ke liye Mrs. Sinha ke saath sone ka sujhaav diya. Pehle to Mr Sinha ne gussa dikhaya per baad me who maan gaye per unhone bhi ek shart rakh di, unhone mere pati se mere saath sone ki baat kahi. Pehle to mere pati sakpaka gaye per unke paas koi chara nahi tha, mere se baat karne ke baad unhone han keh di aur Saturday night ka din fix ho gaya.


Mr sinha ne apni patni ko apni sehmati de di to who bhi teyaar ho gayi. Ab dosto unko kaya pata ki yeh sab mera hi chalaya hua chakkar tha. Mr Sinha ko yeh shart wali baat maine hi samjhayi thi. Saturday ko Mrs Sinha hamare ghar aur main unke ghar chali gayi. Raat ke 10.00 baj rahe the aur Mr Sinha Sleeping gown pehna hua tha. Raat ko rangin banae ke liye unhone ek do jaam laga liye the. Who kursi per baithe hue the. Maine bhi gown pehna hua tha, gown ke niche sirf bra aur penty thi. Unhone mujhe apni god me bitha liya ayr mere gown ke lesses (dhaage) khol diye aur bra ke upwr se mere choocho ko choosne lage. Ek haath who meri jangho per pher rahe the. Sharir me jhurjhuri hor rahi thi. Jangho ke bich unka lund mehsoos ho raha tha. Unhone mere hoton ko jam kar choosa aur phir mera gown uttar diya aur mujhe palang per khada kar diya aur khud jamin per khade ho gaye.ab meri nabhi uske honton ke saamne thi who mujhe mere pett per jangho per choocho per, kamar per, peeth, nitambo per bari bari se choomne laga. Kuch de baad who kursi per ja kar baith gaya aur mujhe pole dance karne ko kaha.


Uske bister per ek pole laga hua tha. Usne bataya ki who apni biwi se bhi yeh karata hai. Mujhe maja aa raha tha. Yeh mera naya anubhav tha. Maine bahut der tak pole se lipat lipat kar dance kiya aur apni choot ko kai baar pole se ragda. Sinha ne apna gown uttar diya ab who sirf underwear me tha. Aur uska lund underwear me se nikalne ko bekaabu ho raha tha. Who garam ho chukka tha. Phir who utha aur ek baar phir mujhe apni bahon me le liya aur meri bra ke hook khol diye. Mere choochhe to kab sse bahar aane ko taras rahe the. Usne jaldi se mere chooccho ko apne muh me le liya aur khoob masal masal ke choosa. Mere nipples ko choose chosse ke lal kar diya. Phir usne dhere se ek haath meri penty me daal diya aur meri choot ko sehlane laga. Ab me puri tarah garam ho chuki thi. Meri choot thodi thodi gili hone lagi. Usne ek hi jhatke me meri penty bhi uttar di ab me bilkul nangi thi. Usne mujhe palang per lita diya aur apne garam hoto ko meri choot per rakh diya. Me tadap uthi. Mere muh se siskariya nikal rahi thi aur who pure josh se meri choot ke ras pee raha tha. Usne apni ek ungli meri choot me ghossaa di aur gol gol ghommane laga. Mere anand ki koi seema hhi nahi thi, bahut maja aa raha tha. Who choot se hatne ka naam hi nahi le raha tha. Aur phir usne apni 2 aur ungliya choot me ghusa di aur masalne laga. Mere muh se ouchhhhhh garam saanse nikal rahi thi. Ab mai bekrara ho rahi thi. Maine sinha ko piche hataya aur unka underwear uttar diya. Unke lund ko dekh kar mere muh me pani aa gaya. Yeh ek bahut hi sunder aur swadisht lund tha. Bina ek pal ki deri kiye maine poora ka poora apne muh me le liya. Lund bahut garam tha. Mujhe lund peene me bada maja aa raha tha. Sinha mere choocho ko aur nitambo ko masal raha tha. Phir hum 69 ki position me let gaye aur ek doosre ka ras pan karne lage. Phir sinha ne mujhe apne lund ke upper baithne ko kaha. Aur maine unke lund ko apne haath se apni choot per rakha aur sinha ne ek hi dhakhe se ise ander kar diya aur me sinha ke lund ki swari kar rahi thi aur sinha uth Uth ker mere nipple choosta aur chuchi dabata raha. 15 minute tak maja lene ke baad me let gayi aur sinha mere upper aa gaya. Aur usne apna lund meri choot me ghoosa diya aur puri taakat se mujhe chodne laga. Uski power dekhne layak thi. Mujhe itni umeed nahi thi per who kar raha tha. Usne mujhe kai style se choda, who experience player tha use pata tha ek aurat ko shant kaise kiya jata hai.who paheli raat me kabhi nahi bhoolongi. Uske saath sex ka maja hi kuch aur tha. Na jaane me kitni hi der tak aankhe munde leti rahi aur who mujhe chodta raha. Me apne ko jannat me mehsoos kar rahi thi. Phir kuch der baad me jhad gayi aur uske 10 ek mint baad usne bhi apna saara maal mere choocho aur muh per udel diya aur maine ise skin cream ki tarah apne gaalo aur choocho per masal diya. Iske baad who mere se lipat gaya aur mujhe mere honton per kiss karne laga. Kuch der baad hum dono so gaye, per raat ko usne mujhe 3-4 baar choda aur har baar ek naya hi ehsaas hua. Aur agle din subah Mrs. Sinha apne ghar aur mei apne ghar aa gaye. Pura ek mahina humlogo ke beech yeah sob chalta raha. Mr. Sinha ne is eak mahino me jamkor meri chudai ki. Garbh nirodhak pills ki karan se Mrs. Sinha pregnant nahi huye. Eak mahina ke bad mera poti ko sok ho geya ke khot unme hai mere me nahi.

To dosto is tarah se maine apni aag ko thanda karne ke liye apne pati ki swepping ki.
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