04-08-2022, 09:38 PM
Awesome update bro ! Waiting for next update !
Adultery Not an usual couple story
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06-08-2022, 06:31 AM
Amazing. When is the next update likely?
08-08-2022, 05:04 PM
Chapter 58 –The Sky is falling
(POV – Ajju)
Mistakes maketh a man.
That’s how I used to convince my conscience whenever it tells me that something I did is wrong. But, all that convincing was bunch of ugly lies and I realized it now. None of you who read it will understand. The pain of being humiliated by your wife and to pierced with sharp questions of your previous choices and the worst part, all these things happening while you are kneeling down before her and getting slapped for the wrong answers.
All these thoughts made me feel disgusted of me and I resumed the work she assigned to me. Washing her soiled undies. As I kept on washing chiding myself of my mistakes and wishing that the day ends soon, the washroom door was jarred open and she stood out.
Oh my fucking World!
She stood there in a white and black single piece dress that barely covered her upper thighs and with her curly hair opened up and a dark shade of red in her lips with kajal in eyes, she looked mesmerizing, lovely and fucking hot. In spite of my current situation, I could feel the jerk inside my briefs and it started shrinking again as she started speaking.
“Enough my dear pimp. Get yourself into some stupid dress of yours and get ready, we are going out somewhere.”
“Where?”
Her expressions changed and she replied.
“None of your fucking business. Just get ready in 5 minutes. You needn’t even try hard to wear something good. As none is going to look at you anyway.”
I stood and washed my hands from the soap water and started walking and she called me.
“You!”
I turned and she said, “As soon as we come back, wash the remaining. Now go.”
She is going too much overboard and I donno when I might get real frustrated and things get out of control. I am actually someone who gets so angry for valid reasons but now, all I have is guilt and fear rather than anything else. I wondered why I have become like this and got myself into a jeans and shirt wondering where is this going to lead and came out to see her sitting crossed legs in the sofa, looking into her mobile.
She saw me and murmured, “As usual, tasteless dress selection. Nothing can be done. Get the car ready.”
And she got into the car and sat behind, rather than sitting in front and I remembered, what I used to say if she sits behind.
“What? Do you think I am your driver? I am your hubby idiot. Come and sit with me.”
But, now I feel, she stressed the fact that I am just her driver and nothing more.
“Drive to mount road and keep driving straight.”
I had no choice but did what she said but, my mind was asking 1000s of questions.
“Keep going straight.”
I followed..
“Now turn left before the bridge. And keep going straight but, in slower pace.”
I obliged.
“Turn left into the hotel and get me into the lounge.”
Damn. It was “The Park”, a very famous hotel holding a rather much famous pub “The Pasha” and yeah, it was Saturday night. She got herself down in the lounge and asked me to park the car and started walking in. I was typically feeling like a driver and as I parked the car, past memories started washing onto me.
“Really Ajju?”
“Absolutely honey!”
“You are really sure that you want me to wear this skirt?”
“Yes.”
“It’s covering the knees but, not that well. And while dancing people might see my thighs.”
“I just don’t care, I want my wife to be the prettiest and sexiest girl out there.”
“Don’t blabber and try impressing me.”
“No blabber honey. I am serious. We are going to minus one pub today and this dress will be much suitable than your jeans and tops.”
I came back to reality from the honks of other drivers and I parked my car and moved to the pub and as I went in, it took a few seconds to get myself accustomed to the dim lighting and the sound of music. I tried hard to find Aishu and I felt like begging her to stop whatever is in her mind and t start back home again.
And I found her sitting in the bar crossed legs and sexy and looking at people who were dancing and as I walked towards her, I saw a guy approaching her and he looked much like a business man and they shook hands and as I went almost nearby, she took a vodka shots from the bar table and took a gulp and took another shot and gulped it down and started walking with the guy towards the dance floor, crossing me.
“AISHU!”
“Hey Arjun, how are you? Long time no see. Hmm. Be at the bar, I will come after a dance. I’m sure we have a lot to talk about. “
Saying this, she moved to me, gave a fake hug and a peck in my cheeks and I couldn’t help but notice that her English accent was much polished than she used to be. And I could sense the smell of vodka as she gave the peck. My wife. The one who hates drinks and drunkards, took 2 shots of vodka. Damn. The sky is really falling.
I sat in the bar with my head held down thinking of any way that this is all a nightmare and I will wake up happily next to smiling Aishu and again memories of minus one pub flooded.
“Ajju”
“What honey?”
“I wanna dance.”
“Go and dance.”
“Don’t play. Come with me please.”
“No Aishu. You know I don’t know to dance.”
“You do. If you try. Come.”
“No.”
“Then, I’m going.”
And as she walked towards the dance room among drunkard guys, I ran behind her and tried dancing with her but, I was too clumsy that she stopped dancing and we came back to the bar for mocktails.
But, now, she is dancing with someone else and I can’t stop her.
Where is she? I looked up and searched for her and finally found her. Fucking God.
It was a fast beat bollywood song and she was dancing in hyper speed and her clean shaved legs shining in the dusky glory to the bar lights and the worst part was that,the business man guy was dancing with her in same speed too. He was relaxed and knew his steps and I could feel most guys and girls there were looking at them and he suddenly took her hand and revolved her and moved his hands to the hips and my wife who forgets everything while dancing, let him hold her hips and to my shock, lifted her high and rotated her once and let her down and she was giggling like anything.
Her tiny sleeves have moved aside revealing her thin colourless bra strap and her movements has made her sweat and it has made the top of her dress, along the cleavage wet and I wanted to move forward and the music slowed down and the guy again took her hip in one hand and the arm in other hand and started walking her across the dance floor and occasionally trying to come near her and damn, I could see his hands moving over her shaped bum and I stood up and walked towards them.
As I moved people aside and went nearby, I was transfixed by what I saw. He was dancing so effortlessly and she admires dancers too well and she was forgetting herself and thanks to 2 shots of vodka to a tee-totaller, she was in a world of her own.
His hands moved from her ass to her thighs and again it started moving up, but, this time inside her dress. I moved forward angrily and ran towards them and a guy pushed me down and I had to stand myself again to see the guy was alone and I saw her. She was moving away in opposite directions and her legs were not in balance and I ran towards her and held her. She pushed me and shouted.
“You? Disgusting pig. I will never leave you. I would have let that awesome guy fuck me, but, something stopped me and All I can think about is, how it will affect the marriage. Fucking marriage. “
“…”
“I love to dance and you are one worthless piece of dancer. Yet, I couldn’t let him touch me. But, you know what?”
“Aishu. Let’s go.”
“I liked it. For the first time. Dancing with the real man in a real awesome way as I dreamed and a strong man touching me. I loved it and I wanted more. Who knows? If I stay here some more time, I would call him home and he might fuck me as a real man while you watch. That’s what you wanted right? You’ll get it. Damn yes. You’ll.”
Saying this, she started sobbing and moved to the dark cushioned area and sat there with tears in eyes.
“Aishu. I am sorry.”
“NO. YOU ARE NOT YOU MOTHERFUCKER.”
It must be the drinks or me.
“Aishu please calm down.”
“I know I am not yet ready for anything real but, I can do something.”
Saying this she bent down and removed her panty in one go to my shock.
“Aishu what the hell are you doing. PLEASE.”
She threw it at me.
“Bring it home and follow me now.”
“AISHU.”
She just stared and moved towards the dance floor but, opposite to where that guy was and started dancing to the heavy beats with much force and guys around were dashing at her and anyone who tries a bit to touch her would know she is pantiless among all in a crowded pub and in a short piece of dress. One guy tried moving near her and she just pushed him aside and started walking towards the door and as I took the car, she got in.
We returned home in silence and as we got to the home, she turned with her reddish eyes staring at me and said.
“One day, I won’t return empty. But, I will return with a real man. And I will make you get what you deserve. You will suffer. Than how much I suffer now. YOU CUCKOLD PIMP.”
The bedroom door locked with a force.
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(POV – Ajju)
Mistakes maketh a man.
That’s how I used to convince my conscience whenever it tells me that something I did is wrong. But, all that convincing was bunch of ugly lies and I realized it now. None of you who read it will understand. The pain of being humiliated by your wife and to pierced with sharp questions of your previous choices and the worst part, all these things happening while you are kneeling down before her and getting slapped for the wrong answers.
All these thoughts made me feel disgusted of me and I resumed the work she assigned to me. Washing her soiled undies. As I kept on washing chiding myself of my mistakes and wishing that the day ends soon, the washroom door was jarred open and she stood out.
Oh my fucking World!
She stood there in a white and black single piece dress that barely covered her upper thighs and with her curly hair opened up and a dark shade of red in her lips with kajal in eyes, she looked mesmerizing, lovely and fucking hot. In spite of my current situation, I could feel the jerk inside my briefs and it started shrinking again as she started speaking.
“Enough my dear pimp. Get yourself into some stupid dress of yours and get ready, we are going out somewhere.”
“Where?”
Her expressions changed and she replied.
“None of your fucking business. Just get ready in 5 minutes. You needn’t even try hard to wear something good. As none is going to look at you anyway.”
I stood and washed my hands from the soap water and started walking and she called me.
“You!”
I turned and she said, “As soon as we come back, wash the remaining. Now go.”
She is going too much overboard and I donno when I might get real frustrated and things get out of control. I am actually someone who gets so angry for valid reasons but now, all I have is guilt and fear rather than anything else. I wondered why I have become like this and got myself into a jeans and shirt wondering where is this going to lead and came out to see her sitting crossed legs in the sofa, looking into her mobile.
She saw me and murmured, “As usual, tasteless dress selection. Nothing can be done. Get the car ready.”
And she got into the car and sat behind, rather than sitting in front and I remembered, what I used to say if she sits behind.
“What? Do you think I am your driver? I am your hubby idiot. Come and sit with me.”
But, now I feel, she stressed the fact that I am just her driver and nothing more.
“Drive to mount road and keep driving straight.”
I had no choice but did what she said but, my mind was asking 1000s of questions.
“Keep going straight.”
I followed..
“Now turn left before the bridge. And keep going straight but, in slower pace.”
I obliged.
“Turn left into the hotel and get me into the lounge.”
Damn. It was “The Park”, a very famous hotel holding a rather much famous pub “The Pasha” and yeah, it was Saturday night. She got herself down in the lounge and asked me to park the car and started walking in. I was typically feeling like a driver and as I parked the car, past memories started washing onto me.
“Really Ajju?”
“Absolutely honey!”
“You are really sure that you want me to wear this skirt?”
“Yes.”
“It’s covering the knees but, not that well. And while dancing people might see my thighs.”
“I just don’t care, I want my wife to be the prettiest and sexiest girl out there.”
“Don’t blabber and try impressing me.”
“No blabber honey. I am serious. We are going to minus one pub today and this dress will be much suitable than your jeans and tops.”
I came back to reality from the honks of other drivers and I parked my car and moved to the pub and as I went in, it took a few seconds to get myself accustomed to the dim lighting and the sound of music. I tried hard to find Aishu and I felt like begging her to stop whatever is in her mind and t start back home again.
And I found her sitting in the bar crossed legs and sexy and looking at people who were dancing and as I walked towards her, I saw a guy approaching her and he looked much like a business man and they shook hands and as I went almost nearby, she took a vodka shots from the bar table and took a gulp and took another shot and gulped it down and started walking with the guy towards the dance floor, crossing me.
“AISHU!”
“Hey Arjun, how are you? Long time no see. Hmm. Be at the bar, I will come after a dance. I’m sure we have a lot to talk about. “
Saying this, she moved to me, gave a fake hug and a peck in my cheeks and I couldn’t help but notice that her English accent was much polished than she used to be. And I could sense the smell of vodka as she gave the peck. My wife. The one who hates drinks and drunkards, took 2 shots of vodka. Damn. The sky is really falling.
I sat in the bar with my head held down thinking of any way that this is all a nightmare and I will wake up happily next to smiling Aishu and again memories of minus one pub flooded.
“Ajju”
“What honey?”
“I wanna dance.”
“Go and dance.”
“Don’t play. Come with me please.”
“No Aishu. You know I don’t know to dance.”
“You do. If you try. Come.”
“No.”
“Then, I’m going.”
And as she walked towards the dance room among drunkard guys, I ran behind her and tried dancing with her but, I was too clumsy that she stopped dancing and we came back to the bar for mocktails.
But, now, she is dancing with someone else and I can’t stop her.
Where is she? I looked up and searched for her and finally found her. Fucking God.
It was a fast beat bollywood song and she was dancing in hyper speed and her clean shaved legs shining in the dusky glory to the bar lights and the worst part was that,the business man guy was dancing with her in same speed too. He was relaxed and knew his steps and I could feel most guys and girls there were looking at them and he suddenly took her hand and revolved her and moved his hands to the hips and my wife who forgets everything while dancing, let him hold her hips and to my shock, lifted her high and rotated her once and let her down and she was giggling like anything.
Her tiny sleeves have moved aside revealing her thin colourless bra strap and her movements has made her sweat and it has made the top of her dress, along the cleavage wet and I wanted to move forward and the music slowed down and the guy again took her hip in one hand and the arm in other hand and started walking her across the dance floor and occasionally trying to come near her and damn, I could see his hands moving over her shaped bum and I stood up and walked towards them.
As I moved people aside and went nearby, I was transfixed by what I saw. He was dancing so effortlessly and she admires dancers too well and she was forgetting herself and thanks to 2 shots of vodka to a tee-totaller, she was in a world of her own.
His hands moved from her ass to her thighs and again it started moving up, but, this time inside her dress. I moved forward angrily and ran towards them and a guy pushed me down and I had to stand myself again to see the guy was alone and I saw her. She was moving away in opposite directions and her legs were not in balance and I ran towards her and held her. She pushed me and shouted.
“You? Disgusting pig. I will never leave you. I would have let that awesome guy fuck me, but, something stopped me and All I can think about is, how it will affect the marriage. Fucking marriage. “
“…”
“I love to dance and you are one worthless piece of dancer. Yet, I couldn’t let him touch me. But, you know what?”
“Aishu. Let’s go.”
“I liked it. For the first time. Dancing with the real man in a real awesome way as I dreamed and a strong man touching me. I loved it and I wanted more. Who knows? If I stay here some more time, I would call him home and he might fuck me as a real man while you watch. That’s what you wanted right? You’ll get it. Damn yes. You’ll.”
Saying this, she started sobbing and moved to the dark cushioned area and sat there with tears in eyes.
“Aishu. I am sorry.”
“NO. YOU ARE NOT YOU MOTHERFUCKER.”
It must be the drinks or me.
“Aishu please calm down.”
“I know I am not yet ready for anything real but, I can do something.”
Saying this she bent down and removed her panty in one go to my shock.
“Aishu what the hell are you doing. PLEASE.”
She threw it at me.
“Bring it home and follow me now.”
“AISHU.”
She just stared and moved towards the dance floor but, opposite to where that guy was and started dancing to the heavy beats with much force and guys around were dashing at her and anyone who tries a bit to touch her would know she is pantiless among all in a crowded pub and in a short piece of dress. One guy tried moving near her and she just pushed him aside and started walking towards the door and as I took the car, she got in.
We returned home in silence and as we got to the home, she turned with her reddish eyes staring at me and said.
“One day, I won’t return empty. But, I will return with a real man. And I will make you get what you deserve. You will suffer. Than how much I suffer now. YOU CUCKOLD PIMP.”
The bedroom door locked with a force.
09-08-2022, 07:24 AM
Simply super
09-08-2022, 07:36 AM
Excellent.
The business guy should have fingered her under skirt while dancing and her panty is all wet when arjun sees it.
The business guy should have fingered her under skirt while dancing and her panty is all wet when arjun sees it.
09-08-2022, 08:14 AM
Awesome, but sadly nothing interesting happend that could have jerked the cock of her cuck hubby.
10-08-2022, 05:51 AM
Woow.. excellent.. that's just a beginning... She will become slut ..she will care for her needs finally
11-08-2022, 07:15 AM
Super update
13-08-2022, 06:24 AM
Fantastic, still Aishu is not ready to become a slut. She has double mind. Only Raju and gowtham has to do something.
13-08-2022, 10:58 AM
Chapter 59 – Wicked Question
(POV – Aishu)
Four or five black men. Beastly looking, muscles all over and naked as coal. One Indian woman in between. Damn. It’s me. Just in a short white party wear looking contrast to their black bodies. One bald man opens my legs wide and my thighs seems to be of same size to his arms and as the dress pulls itself up, I realize I wore no panty.
Bald guy says, “Yummy. Look at the wet cunt. We are in for a party tonight mates.”
And another guy whose teeth looks completely out of place to his body, comes near my face with breath reeking in alcohol smiles, shows his monster cock twice the size of any normal Indian including my hubby and say,
“Hey brown babe. Wanna have some fun?”
I woke all sweaty inspite of the AC. It must be nearing dawn. I could sense the sun is about to rise and I felt so scared and alone. My head was pounding like anything. I turned to the other side of bed and Ajju wasn’t there. How will he be? I drove him to the living room.
As I pushed myself up to sit against the wall, I realized it. I am not wearing a panty. And everything to come my mind.
“Fuck. Fuck. Fuck”
I cursed myself. What made me behave like that? I had drinks in a bar and danced with random strangers. What if someone I know was there? How could I be such a fool?
And My panties. Fuck me. I have removed my panties in a public place, wearing a short dress and danced again. I felt disgusted of myself. I ran to the bathroom, threw away the dress and bra and opened the shower.
I wanted all those things I did to get washed by the flow of water. I took soap and started applying it all over me and as I crossed my sensitive nipples, I was able to feel the pleasure hormones flowing into the brain and my mind exposed the truth for a moment.
I enjoyed dancing with that guy.
He was efficient, elegant and manly. His moves and the way he carried me effortlessly was all I wished that I will get one day. But, I expected it from my husband and I got it from some stranger.
Was I wet then? If I was, I threw the panty to Ajju. Will he have seen it? Damn. Let him see. Let him know that his girl got wet for a stranger as he gave her something, that he have never gave.
As the soap moved down, I also thought about the way, his strong hands gripped my hip and how hard his hands felt in my soft ass and his touch in my thighs. I should have continued dancing and let myself know, how far he could’ve went. But, Something stopped me. Thank God. Something stopped me.
I was thinking all these mixed things and I came out of the shower. I took a panty first and wore it and then the bra and got myself into a T-shirt and capris. I was not ready yet to go out of the bedroom and face him. He is the one who did every mistake and I was the one who was feeling more guilty. I should have been in control yesterday.
But, what did being in control did to me? Nothing.
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I got myself some courage and decided to go out and have myself a cup of coffee to heal myself from the headache. This hell must be the hangover. I opened the door slightly to see what he is doing.
Shit. He was lying down in the sofa with his head opposite to the door. His hands were inside his tracks and he was looking into our honeymoon pic in which I wore a mini skirt in the beach and I could see his hands moving inside his shorts.
I felt pity for him to masturbate for his own wife in his living room, while the wife was just a room away. But, It brought me other memories too and they killed my pity and filled my heart with anger and frustration. (Frustration of yesterday night mostly.) He would have shared the same picture to multiple men and must have did the same to his dick as they abused me and commented dirty about me.
I wanted to run out and push him down and slap him hard. But, It wouldn’t hurt him. Only my hands would pain. As I decided, my course of action, my face grew grim.
I opened the door with sudden swing and he was startled and took away the hands from his tracks.
“What? Thinking which picture to send to strangers now?”
“Aishu.”
“No need of any explanations. Or were you thinking about how would it feel for a white man to fuck me in that dress?”
“Damn. Please stop.”
“What damn? What did I say wrong? I just said what you do.”
“Please don’t kill me in such morning. Please.”
“Morning or evening. You made me suffer whole days altogether and I want to just show how I felt and how you ruined my love.”
“Enough Aishu. Just enough.”
“It is enough when I say enough.”
He kicked the nearby chair and it flew to the wall with a sound and I know my heart was getting scared but, I covered it up with forced boldness.
“Kicking won’t do any good. Just come in. Next step is waiting.”
“No.”
“COME IN. Else, it won’t take me more time to go to pub again but, this time return back with a stranger Arjun.”
He looked at me with defeated eyes and I walked in. I decided to my next course of action just five mins back. As he entered and closed the door, I sat in the cot and asked him to come near me. He was confused.
He sat near me and I took my mobile.
“You know what are we going to do together? After a long time?”
He gave me a quizzical look.
“Something, that you love to do. Guess what?”
“Aishu. Stop it. Talk normally.”
“I am very normal. Today, we are going to chat with a stranger but, you know what, it’s your loving wife who is going to chat instead of you.”
“Please Aishu. Damn. Please.”
“Shhh. Just wait honey.”
I opened the random chatting website’s mobile app and typed the interest as “Wife” and clicked enter.
“I beg you Aishu.”
“What honey? Just as you wish, we are going to do something. Just wait.”
And the message prompted.
Stranger: hey m
Me: 25f here
Me: u from?
Stranger: you married? and Michigan
Me: yes I am. for 2 years
Stranger: have you ever cheated?
Me: Not until now
Stranger: i love married woman
Me: my hubby is asleep and he doesn't make me happy
Stranger: I'd fuck you till you fall asleep
Me: he fucks once and sleeps or he works all day long
Stranger: And eat your sweet pussy till it's dripping wet
Me: how do you know my pussy is sweet?
Stranger: i wanna find out (;
Me: I am sitting near him and chatting. Is it wrong?
Stranger: no
Stranger: if only i was there
Stranger: And we were fucking on the couch
Me: I feel guilty talking like this. But, I feel horny at the same time
Stranger: start rubbing yourself a little
Me: I am already rubbing myself.
Stranger: i bet you wouldn't be able to fit my cock in your mouth
Me: really?
Me: length?
Stranger: 9 inches
Me: Amazing. He is just 6
Stranger: I'm 18 6'4 it's grown with my height
Stranger: do you have a nice ass ?
Me: you are just 18???
Me: I am 25
Me: 6'4 height???
Me: My hubby is much shorter
Stranger: do you like tall guys?
Me: yes I do. In fact people look at my ass as I walk. Even yesterday, I went to a party in a party wear and people looked at my ass more.
Me: I love tall guys. But, destiny gave me shorter man
“Wow pimp. He is 6’4 and just 18. Damn. How do you like this?”
“Please Aishu. Please stop this.”
“No. Just sit quietly and watch your dream come true.”
As he moved near me, I pushed him and gave him a cold stare.
Stranger: i bet you love doggy style
Me: actually, my hubby likes doggy style
Me: I don't let him do that much
Stranger: doggy style is my favorite
Me: my hubby used to say I have perfect structure for doggy style
Me: I am wearing a tshirt and capris.
Stranger: I'll go balls deep right before i cum and then i jizz balls deep and it’ll make you fall to your elbows
Me: I am getting wet
Stranger: it'd be better if you weren't wearing anything
Stranger: And riding this dick like a cow girl
Me: I really wish my husband was more of a man like you.
Stranger: does your husband eat you out a lot?
Me: yes he does. I like him sucking my boobs and licking my cunt than actual fuck
Me: because, he comes in just a minute. I wish i am used correctly. U know something?
Stranger: if i had a gf of wife I'd fuck her anywhere and everywhere
Stranger: what?
Me: I once got my husband sharing my pics to strangers and wanking to their comments
Stranger: I'd wake you up by licking your clit instead of an alarm clock
Me: He said he did only that time as he felt so horny. but, i suspect he does it a lot
Stranger: you must be hot af then,but I'd show my wife off in public, instead of what he did Like let her wear what ever she wants.but we'd do naughty things like do you ever give road Head?
Me: yesterday i went pantiless to a pub :P
Me: but, i never let him dance with me
Stranger: lol why not?
Stranger: I'd want you to give me a lap dance and show that ass off
Me: he doesn't dance well.
Me: but i danced with strangers
Stranger: I'm good at dancing it's a perk of being Mexican. Can you please share your pic?
“What shall I do now honey? “ I asked with a smile in my face.
“Please Please disconnect this. I realize what I did. Aishu. Stop it.”
“Ok Ok. Don’t scream. Today I wouldn’t share it. TODAY.” And I shared a picture of an actress who resembles me saying it is me.
Stranger: you have prefect Boobs for boob fucking
Me: aww. thanks
Me: you are making me wet. Shall I say you something? You shall fuck me. And those licking work my hubby will take care.
Stranger: i bet i could lick your Pussy better, then fuck you till you couldn't walk
Me: oh. then, if you are best in everything, what will my hubby do??
Stranger: watch lol
Me: haha just watch???
Stranger: I'll show him how to fuck a woman till she orgasms and begs for more
Me: That's all I want.
I disconnected the chat and looked at him.
“Why are you killing me like this Aishu?”
“It’s not killing dear. It is making your dreams come true. Just wait and watch”
And I took a picture from hidden folder which I purposefully edited for him with my picture and quotes on it.
“How do you like this pic? Or have you posted such pic and asked how much rate would people give me you worthless pimp?”
He saw the pic and got bewildered.
“AISHU. What nonsense is this???”
“Reality. Now, Get out. I might chat or masturbate and I get less horny if you are around.”
“This is not good Aishu. Please don’t spoil everything. You are going beyond the limits.”
“I am not spoiling dear. You already did. NOW GET OUT”
As he walked out pleading me to stop all this, my mind asked the most wicked question of my life.
That guy told me I am hot and he would love to fuck me, but all he saw was an actress, what would he have said if he saw my real pic. Would the white man say the same?
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(POV – Aishu)
Four or five black men. Beastly looking, muscles all over and naked as coal. One Indian woman in between. Damn. It’s me. Just in a short white party wear looking contrast to their black bodies. One bald man opens my legs wide and my thighs seems to be of same size to his arms and as the dress pulls itself up, I realize I wore no panty.
Bald guy says, “Yummy. Look at the wet cunt. We are in for a party tonight mates.”
And another guy whose teeth looks completely out of place to his body, comes near my face with breath reeking in alcohol smiles, shows his monster cock twice the size of any normal Indian including my hubby and say,
“Hey brown babe. Wanna have some fun?”
I woke all sweaty inspite of the AC. It must be nearing dawn. I could sense the sun is about to rise and I felt so scared and alone. My head was pounding like anything. I turned to the other side of bed and Ajju wasn’t there. How will he be? I drove him to the living room.
As I pushed myself up to sit against the wall, I realized it. I am not wearing a panty. And everything to come my mind.
“Fuck. Fuck. Fuck”
I cursed myself. What made me behave like that? I had drinks in a bar and danced with random strangers. What if someone I know was there? How could I be such a fool?
And My panties. Fuck me. I have removed my panties in a public place, wearing a short dress and danced again. I felt disgusted of myself. I ran to the bathroom, threw away the dress and bra and opened the shower.
I wanted all those things I did to get washed by the flow of water. I took soap and started applying it all over me and as I crossed my sensitive nipples, I was able to feel the pleasure hormones flowing into the brain and my mind exposed the truth for a moment.
I enjoyed dancing with that guy.
He was efficient, elegant and manly. His moves and the way he carried me effortlessly was all I wished that I will get one day. But, I expected it from my husband and I got it from some stranger.
Was I wet then? If I was, I threw the panty to Ajju. Will he have seen it? Damn. Let him see. Let him know that his girl got wet for a stranger as he gave her something, that he have never gave.
As the soap moved down, I also thought about the way, his strong hands gripped my hip and how hard his hands felt in my soft ass and his touch in my thighs. I should have continued dancing and let myself know, how far he could’ve went. But, Something stopped me. Thank God. Something stopped me.
I was thinking all these mixed things and I came out of the shower. I took a panty first and wore it and then the bra and got myself into a T-shirt and capris. I was not ready yet to go out of the bedroom and face him. He is the one who did every mistake and I was the one who was feeling more guilty. I should have been in control yesterday.
But, what did being in control did to me? Nothing.
I got myself some courage and decided to go out and have myself a cup of coffee to heal myself from the headache. This hell must be the hangover. I opened the door slightly to see what he is doing.
Shit. He was lying down in the sofa with his head opposite to the door. His hands were inside his tracks and he was looking into our honeymoon pic in which I wore a mini skirt in the beach and I could see his hands moving inside his shorts.
I felt pity for him to masturbate for his own wife in his living room, while the wife was just a room away. But, It brought me other memories too and they killed my pity and filled my heart with anger and frustration. (Frustration of yesterday night mostly.) He would have shared the same picture to multiple men and must have did the same to his dick as they abused me and commented dirty about me.
I wanted to run out and push him down and slap him hard. But, It wouldn’t hurt him. Only my hands would pain. As I decided, my course of action, my face grew grim.
I opened the door with sudden swing and he was startled and took away the hands from his tracks.
“What? Thinking which picture to send to strangers now?”
“Aishu.”
“No need of any explanations. Or were you thinking about how would it feel for a white man to fuck me in that dress?”
“Damn. Please stop.”
“What damn? What did I say wrong? I just said what you do.”
“Please don’t kill me in such morning. Please.”
“Morning or evening. You made me suffer whole days altogether and I want to just show how I felt and how you ruined my love.”
“Enough Aishu. Just enough.”
“It is enough when I say enough.”
He kicked the nearby chair and it flew to the wall with a sound and I know my heart was getting scared but, I covered it up with forced boldness.
“Kicking won’t do any good. Just come in. Next step is waiting.”
“No.”
“COME IN. Else, it won’t take me more time to go to pub again but, this time return back with a stranger Arjun.”
He looked at me with defeated eyes and I walked in. I decided to my next course of action just five mins back. As he entered and closed the door, I sat in the cot and asked him to come near me. He was confused.
He sat near me and I took my mobile.
“You know what are we going to do together? After a long time?”
He gave me a quizzical look.
“Something, that you love to do. Guess what?”
“Aishu. Stop it. Talk normally.”
“I am very normal. Today, we are going to chat with a stranger but, you know what, it’s your loving wife who is going to chat instead of you.”
“Please Aishu. Damn. Please.”
“Shhh. Just wait honey.”
I opened the random chatting website’s mobile app and typed the interest as “Wife” and clicked enter.
“I beg you Aishu.”
“What honey? Just as you wish, we are going to do something. Just wait.”
And the message prompted.
Stranger: hey m
Me: 25f here
Me: u from?
Stranger: you married? and Michigan
Me: yes I am. for 2 years
Stranger: have you ever cheated?
Me: Not until now
Stranger: i love married woman
Me: my hubby is asleep and he doesn't make me happy
Stranger: I'd fuck you till you fall asleep
Me: he fucks once and sleeps or he works all day long
Stranger: And eat your sweet pussy till it's dripping wet
Me: how do you know my pussy is sweet?
Stranger: i wanna find out (;
Me: I am sitting near him and chatting. Is it wrong?
Stranger: no
Stranger: if only i was there
Stranger: And we were fucking on the couch
Me: I feel guilty talking like this. But, I feel horny at the same time
Stranger: start rubbing yourself a little
Me: I am already rubbing myself.
Stranger: i bet you wouldn't be able to fit my cock in your mouth
Me: really?
Me: length?
Stranger: 9 inches
Me: Amazing. He is just 6
Stranger: I'm 18 6'4 it's grown with my height
Stranger: do you have a nice ass ?
Me: you are just 18???
Me: I am 25
Me: 6'4 height???
Me: My hubby is much shorter
Stranger: do you like tall guys?
Me: yes I do. In fact people look at my ass as I walk. Even yesterday, I went to a party in a party wear and people looked at my ass more.
Me: I love tall guys. But, destiny gave me shorter man
“Wow pimp. He is 6’4 and just 18. Damn. How do you like this?”
“Please Aishu. Please stop this.”
“No. Just sit quietly and watch your dream come true.”
As he moved near me, I pushed him and gave him a cold stare.
Stranger: i bet you love doggy style
Me: actually, my hubby likes doggy style
Me: I don't let him do that much
Stranger: doggy style is my favorite
Me: my hubby used to say I have perfect structure for doggy style
Me: I am wearing a tshirt and capris.
Stranger: I'll go balls deep right before i cum and then i jizz balls deep and it’ll make you fall to your elbows
Me: I am getting wet
Stranger: it'd be better if you weren't wearing anything
Stranger: And riding this dick like a cow girl
Me: I really wish my husband was more of a man like you.
Stranger: does your husband eat you out a lot?
Me: yes he does. I like him sucking my boobs and licking my cunt than actual fuck
Me: because, he comes in just a minute. I wish i am used correctly. U know something?
Stranger: if i had a gf of wife I'd fuck her anywhere and everywhere
Stranger: what?
Me: I once got my husband sharing my pics to strangers and wanking to their comments
Stranger: I'd wake you up by licking your clit instead of an alarm clock
Me: He said he did only that time as he felt so horny. but, i suspect he does it a lot
Stranger: you must be hot af then,but I'd show my wife off in public, instead of what he did Like let her wear what ever she wants.but we'd do naughty things like do you ever give road Head?
Me: yesterday i went pantiless to a pub :P
Me: but, i never let him dance with me
Stranger: lol why not?
Stranger: I'd want you to give me a lap dance and show that ass off
Me: he doesn't dance well.
Me: but i danced with strangers
Stranger: I'm good at dancing it's a perk of being Mexican. Can you please share your pic?
“What shall I do now honey? “ I asked with a smile in my face.
“Please Please disconnect this. I realize what I did. Aishu. Stop it.”
“Ok Ok. Don’t scream. Today I wouldn’t share it. TODAY.” And I shared a picture of an actress who resembles me saying it is me.
Stranger: you have prefect Boobs for boob fucking
Me: aww. thanks
Me: you are making me wet. Shall I say you something? You shall fuck me. And those licking work my hubby will take care.
Stranger: i bet i could lick your Pussy better, then fuck you till you couldn't walk
Me: oh. then, if you are best in everything, what will my hubby do??
Stranger: watch lol
Me: haha just watch???
Stranger: I'll show him how to fuck a woman till she orgasms and begs for more
Me: That's all I want.
I disconnected the chat and looked at him.
“Why are you killing me like this Aishu?”
“It’s not killing dear. It is making your dreams come true. Just wait and watch”
And I took a picture from hidden folder which I purposefully edited for him with my picture and quotes on it.
“How do you like this pic? Or have you posted such pic and asked how much rate would people give me you worthless pimp?”
He saw the pic and got bewildered.
“AISHU. What nonsense is this???”
“Reality. Now, Get out. I might chat or masturbate and I get less horny if you are around.”
“This is not good Aishu. Please don’t spoil everything. You are going beyond the limits.”
“I am not spoiling dear. You already did. NOW GET OUT”
As he walked out pleading me to stop all this, my mind asked the most wicked question of my life.
That guy told me I am hot and he would love to fuck me, but all he saw was an actress, what would he have said if he saw my real pic. Would the white man say the same?
13-08-2022, 01:15 PM
Aishu can move to the next step. If she dont want to get into adultery and punish her wimp husband, she can divorce him and move on. Why she is torturing herself with her acts. Waiting to see what is gonnna be the next. why her manager and collegues are not coming to her after the trip.
13-08-2022, 05:33 PM
She should - chat flirt go to pub n public displaying her beauty n hotness !
But she should not commit sex or else she will destroy his marriage and feel guilty for life ! Or she should divorce him and start a new life !
But she should not commit sex or else she will destroy his marriage and feel guilty for life ! Or she should divorce him and start a new life !
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