16-07-2022, 07:02 AM
Xcellent dude
Adultery Not an usual couple story
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16-07-2022, 09:37 AM
You chose Amla Paul's photo to represent Aishwarya's (Aishu) character, that's perfect.
19-07-2022, 04:33 PM
Real good update husband deserve more real good update.
21-07-2022, 11:50 PM
Chapter 56 – Making of a you-know-who
(POV – Ajju)
What a fucking piece of shit I am? How did I turn out be this bad? I got a wife like an angel who loved me and showered me with happiness. And who was beautiful with amazing features and cute face and who every guy will be happy to have. But, she stayed with me through all my stupidities and shortcomings. I was not an ideal looking man but, she treated me like one. She always have treated me as if her gift.
But, today she spit on my face.
And everything is because of me. My stupid fantasies. Stupid question that came long back while reading a story. What will others think of my GF/Wife? Will they think she is beautiful? Will men be jealous on me that I got a beautiful wife? Will they get aroused by seeing her? Or others will think it is another man’s wife?
All the questions above I had them for a long while and certain stories on such topics where men try convincing wife for a change, to include someone else always made me horny. Even then,I was scared by certain stories where after getting another real man better than husband, wife changes and humiliates the husband along with the new found lover(s).
I must have stopped with just questions. Fantasy is one thing and reality is entirely different. I dig up a hole for me by reading such wife sharing or wife cheating stories and pushed myself inside it when I chatted and shared pics of my precious love and finally, by today’s justification of things, as if it is normal, I covered myself in mud and closed my grave.
Aishu went inside the bedroom and called me in as she went. I felt scared and my heart started beating as I realized what all I spoke and as I entered. She went inside the bathroom and just gave me a fleeting look. As if looking at a worm.
She came 3 minutes later in a tight fitting tshirt with her nipples poking in it proving that she is not wearing any bra and a tight pants. The chillness in the room due to AC was making me tremble and Aishu came and lied to the bed. There was some resolve and peace in her looks.
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“Come here. Sit in the corner and take my legs.”
I moved slowly and followed what she asked. I would have even jumped from Gemini Bridge today if she said. I wanted to do things she ask and make her happy and make her forgive me.
As I started pressing her legs, she got few pillows for her back and sat inclined in them and was just looking at me. I tried avoiding her eyes and also, my guilt repeating what all I said and did to her today. I even slapped her.
“Remove your shirt.”
I looked at her. She was just staring at me. I removed my shirt and my bare body made me tremble in the cool temperature. She reduced 2 degrees and increased the cool temperature of the room.
I started trembling but was still pressing her legs.
“Have you tried showing your pics to random girls?”
“…”
“Reply you bloody bastard.”
“No.”
“Why?”
“…”
“Is it because no girl will look at you more than once and you are such a loser?”
“…”
“So, that’s the reason.”
“You know what my fantasy was?”
I just nodded no. I knew a lot of her fantasies. But, I was not about to say anything wrong. Again.
“I wanted a real man. Tall and fit and handsome. Is that you?”
I nodded no again.
“But, did I try pursuing other men after seeing you? No. Because I am good. And you are a fucking pig.”
“…”
“Press harder you wuss. Don’t you have strength? You are male right?”
I pressed harder. I deserved this.
“I have a doubt. “
I just looked at her. Her right leg moved up and touched my nose and my mosuatche. I just looked at her without blinking. I wanted to say her to stop. But, my fear stopped me.
“Why do you have a moustache?”
“….”
“Only real men should have moustache. The kind that breaks arms of guys who touch their wife or hurt the eye of men ogling at her photos even. Not wimp like you who shares pics of your wife in internet and asking people to comment on her. One day or other, I will make you take the moustache and apply some turmeric to stop it from growing again.”
“…”
“Say ok you wimp.”
“Ok” I said feebly. I wanted to run away. I wanted to scold her to stop. But, she is just giving me a taste of my own medicine.
“What’s your size wimp?”
“Please Aishu.”
“Just answer my question.”
“7 inches.”
“I think you are lied to me saying that’s one big size for Indian men. Do you wanna know why I say so?”
“Aishu please stop it.” I said in a begging tone.
“Because, You know Ravi? Sandy? My manager and colleague. They both tried pushing theirs over mine. Over the dress. And I could feel they must be huge. Huge than yours. “
She moved her legs to give a soft kick to my dick. It was soft than ever in fear.
“I wanna ask something else to you.”
“Aishu pls lets stop it.”
“Stop calling me Aishu. My body is burning if you say my name in your voice. Call me Madam. “
“Aishu.”
She gave a light kick again to my chest. I just kept mum not to call her like that.
“Good. Now I will ask my question. What would you have done if that guy you brought wanted to fuck me?”
“Please.”
“Say please madam.”
“No.”
“Then, reply.”
I kept quiet again. I felt bad and I tried moving.
“Stay still and reply.”
I felt so stressed and just replied in irritation. “I donno.”
“Oh! So you wouldn’t have stopped him? And your answer is you donno. So there is a bigger probability that, you would have let him fuck me. Your own wife in our own bed and I am sure you would be wanking your wimp dick looking at me. You will have greater happiness? Making your wife happy by letting real man with fit body fuck her while you watch”
“No Aishu. Please stop it. Please. I am sorry “
“Don’t ask sorry to me. Without feeling sorry. I should have let him fuck me. Or even worse someone from your office, some guy who is working under you to fuck me while you stand there and watch.”
“Pleaseee. STOP IT.”
“Sit in the floor.”
“What? Why?”
“Don’t ask me questions.”
I moved down to the cold floor with no shirt on.
“Kneel down and tie your hand back. “
“No. Why?”
“JUST DO IT YOU BASTARD”
I knelt down and I had a bad feeling.
She stood near me and in quick motion removed her tracks exposing her pussy with dense hairs. I was confused. She split her legs a bit wide exposing the cunt and the aroma surrounded the air.
“Come here and lick it. But, should not remove the tied up hands. But, must lick it neat and clear and remember, hereafter you can only lick my pussy and do nothing more unless I say you. Do it.”
She gave me a slap as I hesitated.
“This is how a slap should be wuss. Lick now.”
I moved near and started licking it over the hairs and as my hands were tied behind I couldn’t find balance and moved here and there and she in a forced kept her hand over the back of my head and pushed it to her cunt tight and told me.
“Lick it like a good slave dog you wuss. “
I kept on licking with short of air as she pushed the head and she became a lot wet. May be due to the fact her cunt is used after a longtime. Even I started liking it and my manhood woke up after a while.
“Remember you are not at all a man anymore. But my servant who deserves punishments. Lick it off.”
I still licked and increased speed as she pushed my head and moaned. And then she said it.
“Today it is just my pussy. One day or other, It will be my pussy after some real man has used it and made it wide and wet and filled with both juices. And you will be still the same wuss who shared his wife’s pics to internet and will lick my used pussy clean and neat. Be prepared.”
(POV – Ajju)
What a fucking piece of shit I am? How did I turn out be this bad? I got a wife like an angel who loved me and showered me with happiness. And who was beautiful with amazing features and cute face and who every guy will be happy to have. But, she stayed with me through all my stupidities and shortcomings. I was not an ideal looking man but, she treated me like one. She always have treated me as if her gift.
But, today she spit on my face.
And everything is because of me. My stupid fantasies. Stupid question that came long back while reading a story. What will others think of my GF/Wife? Will they think she is beautiful? Will men be jealous on me that I got a beautiful wife? Will they get aroused by seeing her? Or others will think it is another man’s wife?
All the questions above I had them for a long while and certain stories on such topics where men try convincing wife for a change, to include someone else always made me horny. Even then,I was scared by certain stories where after getting another real man better than husband, wife changes and humiliates the husband along with the new found lover(s).
I must have stopped with just questions. Fantasy is one thing and reality is entirely different. I dig up a hole for me by reading such wife sharing or wife cheating stories and pushed myself inside it when I chatted and shared pics of my precious love and finally, by today’s justification of things, as if it is normal, I covered myself in mud and closed my grave.
Aishu went inside the bedroom and called me in as she went. I felt scared and my heart started beating as I realized what all I spoke and as I entered. She went inside the bathroom and just gave me a fleeting look. As if looking at a worm.
She came 3 minutes later in a tight fitting tshirt with her nipples poking in it proving that she is not wearing any bra and a tight pants. The chillness in the room due to AC was making me tremble and Aishu came and lied to the bed. There was some resolve and peace in her looks.
“Come here. Sit in the corner and take my legs.”
I moved slowly and followed what she asked. I would have even jumped from Gemini Bridge today if she said. I wanted to do things she ask and make her happy and make her forgive me.
As I started pressing her legs, she got few pillows for her back and sat inclined in them and was just looking at me. I tried avoiding her eyes and also, my guilt repeating what all I said and did to her today. I even slapped her.
“Remove your shirt.”
I looked at her. She was just staring at me. I removed my shirt and my bare body made me tremble in the cool temperature. She reduced 2 degrees and increased the cool temperature of the room.
I started trembling but was still pressing her legs.
“Have you tried showing your pics to random girls?”
“…”
“Reply you bloody bastard.”
“No.”
“Why?”
“…”
“Is it because no girl will look at you more than once and you are such a loser?”
“…”
“So, that’s the reason.”
“You know what my fantasy was?”
I just nodded no. I knew a lot of her fantasies. But, I was not about to say anything wrong. Again.
“I wanted a real man. Tall and fit and handsome. Is that you?”
I nodded no again.
“But, did I try pursuing other men after seeing you? No. Because I am good. And you are a fucking pig.”
“…”
“Press harder you wuss. Don’t you have strength? You are male right?”
I pressed harder. I deserved this.
“I have a doubt. “
I just looked at her. Her right leg moved up and touched my nose and my mosuatche. I just looked at her without blinking. I wanted to say her to stop. But, my fear stopped me.
“Why do you have a moustache?”
“….”
“Only real men should have moustache. The kind that breaks arms of guys who touch their wife or hurt the eye of men ogling at her photos even. Not wimp like you who shares pics of your wife in internet and asking people to comment on her. One day or other, I will make you take the moustache and apply some turmeric to stop it from growing again.”
“…”
“Say ok you wimp.”
“Ok” I said feebly. I wanted to run away. I wanted to scold her to stop. But, she is just giving me a taste of my own medicine.
“What’s your size wimp?”
“Please Aishu.”
“Just answer my question.”
“7 inches.”
“I think you are lied to me saying that’s one big size for Indian men. Do you wanna know why I say so?”
“Aishu please stop it.” I said in a begging tone.
“Because, You know Ravi? Sandy? My manager and colleague. They both tried pushing theirs over mine. Over the dress. And I could feel they must be huge. Huge than yours. “
She moved her legs to give a soft kick to my dick. It was soft than ever in fear.
“I wanna ask something else to you.”
“Aishu pls lets stop it.”
“Stop calling me Aishu. My body is burning if you say my name in your voice. Call me Madam. “
“Aishu.”
She gave a light kick again to my chest. I just kept mum not to call her like that.
“Good. Now I will ask my question. What would you have done if that guy you brought wanted to fuck me?”
“Please.”
“Say please madam.”
“No.”
“Then, reply.”
I kept quiet again. I felt bad and I tried moving.
“Stay still and reply.”
I felt so stressed and just replied in irritation. “I donno.”
“Oh! So you wouldn’t have stopped him? And your answer is you donno. So there is a bigger probability that, you would have let him fuck me. Your own wife in our own bed and I am sure you would be wanking your wimp dick looking at me. You will have greater happiness? Making your wife happy by letting real man with fit body fuck her while you watch”
“No Aishu. Please stop it. Please. I am sorry “
“Don’t ask sorry to me. Without feeling sorry. I should have let him fuck me. Or even worse someone from your office, some guy who is working under you to fuck me while you stand there and watch.”
“Pleaseee. STOP IT.”
“Sit in the floor.”
“What? Why?”
“Don’t ask me questions.”
I moved down to the cold floor with no shirt on.
“Kneel down and tie your hand back. “
“No. Why?”
“JUST DO IT YOU BASTARD”
I knelt down and I had a bad feeling.
She stood near me and in quick motion removed her tracks exposing her pussy with dense hairs. I was confused. She split her legs a bit wide exposing the cunt and the aroma surrounded the air.
“Come here and lick it. But, should not remove the tied up hands. But, must lick it neat and clear and remember, hereafter you can only lick my pussy and do nothing more unless I say you. Do it.”
She gave me a slap as I hesitated.
“This is how a slap should be wuss. Lick now.”
I moved near and started licking it over the hairs and as my hands were tied behind I couldn’t find balance and moved here and there and she in a forced kept her hand over the back of my head and pushed it to her cunt tight and told me.
“Lick it like a good slave dog you wuss. “
I kept on licking with short of air as she pushed the head and she became a lot wet. May be due to the fact her cunt is used after a longtime. Even I started liking it and my manhood woke up after a while.
“Remember you are not at all a man anymore. But my servant who deserves punishments. Lick it off.”
I still licked and increased speed as she pushed my head and moaned. And then she said it.
“Today it is just my pussy. One day or other, It will be my pussy after some real man has used it and made it wide and wet and filled with both juices. And you will be still the same wuss who shared his wife’s pics to internet and will lick my used pussy clean and neat. Be prepared.”
22-07-2022, 09:37 AM
Aishu should punish her husband by fucking someone else.
22-07-2022, 11:21 PM
Pls give bigUpdate .
26-07-2022, 12:24 PM
Wow real good yaar you are too good. I like the way she is humiliating him continue this humilation in few more episodes then turn towards slow doft side of Aishu make her what real she is soft beautiful decent girl and enter her in love with a real good man who heal all her wounds and love her heart from his heart not just bodily love.
28-07-2022, 07:28 AM
Very nice. Who is going to first taste Aishu.. Gautam or Ravi?
03-08-2022, 10:44 AM
Chapter 57 – Enough is Enough
(POV – Aishu)
As he kept on licking me like a slave, memories flooded to my mind and my long hidden fantasies crashed onto me. I always wanted to be something I am not in my fantasies.
I wanted to be a club dancer who shakes her assets for men and men of every age looking at me lustily. Sometimes, as I bend down, men must throw cash wads at me ogling at my dusky cleavage.
At times, I think of me as a teacher who wears low hip sarees to work and while writing in board and turning to clarify doubts, guys must push themselves hard to see my side open view and even draw obscene drawings and graffiti about me in boys’s restrooms.
Rarely, I think of myself as an actress who have no choice but to heed to director’s and producer’s bodily desires to grab a chance of being in the limelight and fuck those ugly old bastards hard and become a dream-girl of the state.
And very rarely, I think of myself as a busy porn actress giving random interviews in skimpy dresses, knowing every men out there will be wanking at my acts in screen and even thinking of me and my sexy moans while fucking their naïve and untalented wives.
But, they were fantasies. Period. Never have I thought about them in real or even after falling in love with this pussy licking moron. Even when he reads stories or watch porn and tell me all sort of indecent and worst kinda sexual stories and characters, my mind never wandered. I just wanted a man who is crazily in love with me and more importantly, too much crazily possessive on me.
But, All I have got is this piece of shit who wants guys to touch me or at least ogle at me.
If that is all he wants, then, I decided to give it to him, but, in the hard way.
I pressed his head stronger inside my wet dripping pussy and he must be struggling to breath but, he kept on licking me when I felt my body getting pleasure from all nerve endings and I was also thinking of all villainous possibilities to humiliate my new found bitch.
And I decided upon something and the same time, I came with a huge shout and still I tightly held his head into my pussy and he as a faithful slave was still licking at my clit and cunt.
In seconds, the pleasure lost in double the speed it got build and I pushed him away and his face looked pitiable and disgusting. His hair was disheveled and his nose and mouth looked nasty with my cunt’s wetness all over it. He was still kneeling down and looking vulnerable. I just said him this.
“Stay”
As people would command their pet and entered into the bathroom and cleaned myself completely and came out fresh and nude in all glory except my panties.
He was still kneeling and this gave me a satisfaction. I asked him.
“So, Who am i?”
“Aishu Please”
I gave him tight slap. Tit for tat for slapping me.
“You lost that privilege when you felt ok with strangers looking at me. Who am I?”
“My wife.”
Again, a slap. His face turned dark and hurt. I wasn’t in a pitiable mood.
“Who AM I?”
“…”
“Good. Be silent if you don’t know the answer. I am your madam. And you are my slave dog.”
“….”
“You know what a slave dog does? It comes behind the master wherever she goes. Protect her and lick her to make her happy. Only difference, dog licks feet and face but, you my pussy.”
“Please sleep. I will got to the living room.”
“No no no. You don’t get to command me bitch. You are my bitch husband and I will command you.”
“Please.”
“Ok tell me. How many have you chatted with about me?”
“…”
“TELL ME”
“6”
“How many Indians?”
“Only one.”
“Gowtham?”
He nodded.
“Answer in words dammit.”
“Yes.”
“Who was your first?”
“A foreigner.”
“Did you show my pics?”
“Yes.”
“Which one?”
He gave a pause and I stared at him hard and he replied.
“The one in saree at your office function and the one in tops and jean in San Francisco.”
“What did he say about me?”
“Please. Let’s leave this.”
“That San Francisco photo would have showed my ass well. Didn’t it?”
“…”
“Tell me. Did he liked it? A foreigner who would have had many pale and fair whores. Did he like me? your dusky wife?”
“…”
“Tell me. NOW”
“He did.”
“What did he say?”
“He said you have fascinating face and nice.. nothing.”
“What? Ass?”
“..”
“Did he want to fuck me?”
“Please Aishu.”
“So, he wanted to. Fuck me and you were showing the picture and asking him for all valuable comments?”
“I am sorry. Please forgive me.”
“No no. Why should I forgive you? You are going to be lot useful to me. How many days should I be lying to your face that you are so handsome and I never will and never have thought about any other men. How many days should I be lying about your penis is so good and your 2-3 mins fuck and sleep makes me immensely satisfied. Also, how many days should I be lying to myself that I made right choices and I never need to look back or never should look back? I have finally got something that 99% woman of this country doesn’t have. You know what?”
He simple looked at me strangely and I replied.
“Freedom. Freedom to look at many man and do whatever I want without worrying about anyone, even my husband, because he is a pimp and not a husband.”
“Stop it.”
“Don’t command me when you are already kneeling before me pimp.”
Saying this, I took out the dirty clothes basket and took out my soiled panties, bras and camisoles and threw it on his face.
“Go and was this with your hands. In 15 mins. After that we are going somewhere. And I am going to get ready.”
He looked at me for few seconds and started picking my soiled undies from floor as a good servant would and with a defeated face started walking and I called him.
“Dai Mama payale”
He stopped and turned shockingly as it meant “Hey you pimp!” and I removed my panties before him and threw at his face.
“Wash this too or if you wish you can wear them as my bitch. And also be prepared, because the night isn't over and you are going to see lot more happenings today pimp.”
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(POV – Aishu)
As he kept on licking me like a slave, memories flooded to my mind and my long hidden fantasies crashed onto me. I always wanted to be something I am not in my fantasies.
I wanted to be a club dancer who shakes her assets for men and men of every age looking at me lustily. Sometimes, as I bend down, men must throw cash wads at me ogling at my dusky cleavage.
At times, I think of me as a teacher who wears low hip sarees to work and while writing in board and turning to clarify doubts, guys must push themselves hard to see my side open view and even draw obscene drawings and graffiti about me in boys’s restrooms.
Rarely, I think of myself as an actress who have no choice but to heed to director’s and producer’s bodily desires to grab a chance of being in the limelight and fuck those ugly old bastards hard and become a dream-girl of the state.
And very rarely, I think of myself as a busy porn actress giving random interviews in skimpy dresses, knowing every men out there will be wanking at my acts in screen and even thinking of me and my sexy moans while fucking their naïve and untalented wives.
But, they were fantasies. Period. Never have I thought about them in real or even after falling in love with this pussy licking moron. Even when he reads stories or watch porn and tell me all sort of indecent and worst kinda sexual stories and characters, my mind never wandered. I just wanted a man who is crazily in love with me and more importantly, too much crazily possessive on me.
But, All I have got is this piece of shit who wants guys to touch me or at least ogle at me.
If that is all he wants, then, I decided to give it to him, but, in the hard way.
I pressed his head stronger inside my wet dripping pussy and he must be struggling to breath but, he kept on licking me when I felt my body getting pleasure from all nerve endings and I was also thinking of all villainous possibilities to humiliate my new found bitch.
And I decided upon something and the same time, I came with a huge shout and still I tightly held his head into my pussy and he as a faithful slave was still licking at my clit and cunt.
In seconds, the pleasure lost in double the speed it got build and I pushed him away and his face looked pitiable and disgusting. His hair was disheveled and his nose and mouth looked nasty with my cunt’s wetness all over it. He was still kneeling down and looking vulnerable. I just said him this.
“Stay”
As people would command their pet and entered into the bathroom and cleaned myself completely and came out fresh and nude in all glory except my panties.
He was still kneeling and this gave me a satisfaction. I asked him.
“So, Who am i?”
“Aishu Please”
I gave him tight slap. Tit for tat for slapping me.
“You lost that privilege when you felt ok with strangers looking at me. Who am I?”
“My wife.”
Again, a slap. His face turned dark and hurt. I wasn’t in a pitiable mood.
“Who AM I?”
“…”
“Good. Be silent if you don’t know the answer. I am your madam. And you are my slave dog.”
“….”
“You know what a slave dog does? It comes behind the master wherever she goes. Protect her and lick her to make her happy. Only difference, dog licks feet and face but, you my pussy.”
“Please sleep. I will got to the living room.”
“No no no. You don’t get to command me bitch. You are my bitch husband and I will command you.”
“Please.”
“Ok tell me. How many have you chatted with about me?”
“…”
“TELL ME”
“6”
“How many Indians?”
“Only one.”
“Gowtham?”
He nodded.
“Answer in words dammit.”
“Yes.”
“Who was your first?”
“A foreigner.”
“Did you show my pics?”
“Yes.”
“Which one?”
He gave a pause and I stared at him hard and he replied.
“The one in saree at your office function and the one in tops and jean in San Francisco.”
“What did he say about me?”
“Please. Let’s leave this.”
“That San Francisco photo would have showed my ass well. Didn’t it?”
“…”
“Tell me. Did he liked it? A foreigner who would have had many pale and fair whores. Did he like me? your dusky wife?”
“…”
“Tell me. NOW”
“He did.”
“What did he say?”
“He said you have fascinating face and nice.. nothing.”
“What? Ass?”
“..”
“Did he want to fuck me?”
“Please Aishu.”
“So, he wanted to. Fuck me and you were showing the picture and asking him for all valuable comments?”
“I am sorry. Please forgive me.”
“No no. Why should I forgive you? You are going to be lot useful to me. How many days should I be lying to your face that you are so handsome and I never will and never have thought about any other men. How many days should I be lying about your penis is so good and your 2-3 mins fuck and sleep makes me immensely satisfied. Also, how many days should I be lying to myself that I made right choices and I never need to look back or never should look back? I have finally got something that 99% woman of this country doesn’t have. You know what?”
He simple looked at me strangely and I replied.
“Freedom. Freedom to look at many man and do whatever I want without worrying about anyone, even my husband, because he is a pimp and not a husband.”
“Stop it.”
“Don’t command me when you are already kneeling before me pimp.”
Saying this, I took out the dirty clothes basket and took out my soiled panties, bras and camisoles and threw it on his face.
“Go and was this with your hands. In 15 mins. After that we are going somewhere. And I am going to get ready.”
He looked at me for few seconds and started picking my soiled undies from floor as a good servant would and with a defeated face started walking and I called him.
“Dai Mama payale”
He stopped and turned shockingly as it meant “Hey you pimp!” and I removed my panties before him and threw at his face.
“Wash this too or if you wish you can wear them as my bitch. And also be prepared, because the night isn't over and you are going to see lot more happenings today pimp.”
03-08-2022, 04:58 PM
Great yaar he deserves it keep going but make the wife as slut
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