Adultery Not an usual couple story

[Givemeextra]

I think Both Aishu and Author are half way in deciding if things should go more or just stop with teasing torture

As Author mentioned few chapters left only, I doubt it will go down into sex with another.



But again,  If it does:
         Not complaining and we need more parts for sure 

[gunwinny]

Wonderful update bro

[NityaSakti]

Nice update

[Samadhanam]

Marvelousss

[justafantasydear]

Waiting for update...

[Mylife4u]

Chapter 60 – Apology
(POV – Ajju)

She has changed and she is going much beyond the limits. I despise everything and depression started creeping onto me. 

I went out to the living room and I was not able to sleep. How could I? I am not even sure if my wife is asleep now or chatting to random strangers about my manhood and how much she needs a real cock. As usual, guilt too accompanied me and I started thinking.

Everything started in my college days. I was a very normal guy who sees porn and read couple sex stories to masturbate and one fine day, ma be night, I was surfing to read some new story and this Tamil story meaning, “Honeymoons” attracted me. It was a damn long story and the story that is affecting my life today.

The story was about a young couple starting from the day of their marriage and how they first started fucking each other after being shy initially and how they decided to go to honeymoon to Goa. And as they reached there, after a long fuck and nude sleep, husband forgets to close the door and goes for a bath while the wife takes a nap. And the waiter who came for serving coffee has a look at her young sexy body just fucked few times and runs away keeping the coffee.

Husband comes out and after a few minutes, sees the coffee being in the table and the wife sleeping naked and as the realization that the waiter must have seen his newly wed wife naked, makes his cock hard and strong instead of any other emotions. He is shocked by this and he lets himself think out of the box and gets much more hard-on by seeing other men ogling at her body in Goa.

Things get out of hand, when they meet another too modern and open-minded middle aged couple, who are actually 2 colleagues posing as couple and having extra marital affair. And the shy wife attracts the middle aged body-builder and the modern sexy lady with big jugs attracts our conservative husband. One leads to another, and they swap the girls one fine day and they have glorious sex together.

This story was almost 75 pages, elaborate and detailed, that my young mind got sucked up into its details and the fantasies became impure. More wife swapping stories followed and cuckold stories crawled in and one fine day fantasies crossed every imaginable limits.

And I met Aishu. The girl who changed everything in me and made me a better person and her presence killed my illicit fantasies altogether. At least, that’s what I thought. Until, the UK trip. My fantasies became active once again and I started enjoying it thanks to Gowtham and the loneliness. 

But now, I knew the horrible reality of how worse such stories would be in reality. I have learnt my mistakes and I am sure I won’t get a hard on and will think with my penis to do such rash activities. It’s my mistake that made things worse and the reason why Aishu is acting this way. Tomorrow, I am keeping a full stop to all this.

This decision made me happy that I slept without my knowledge. 

Sun rose as he does every morning, and still the bedroom door was locked. I wasn’t sure if I should knock the door and I waited some more time as I read through the magazines. It was almost 8 and still the door was locked.

I moved near the door and when I was about to knock the door, I heard something. A low sound of “Click.. Click.. Click..”

“Damn. Is she typing something? Is she chatting?”

I felt so desperate that my hand knocked the door. It took few more minutes and she opened the door. Her eyes were red and she looked too tired.

“What?”

“It’s getting late. So, “

“So, what?”

“I need to get ready and you too.”

“I don’t have office in the morning. I have client visit in the noon. So, I will start late.”

Something about her voice startled me. She sounded too low unlike how she used to sound last few days.

“Shall I bath?”

“Yes.”

As I went near the bathroom, I turned towards her.

“Aishu. “

She looked at me. She looked shocked. She never expected that I would call her it seems.

“didn’t you sleep?”

“Why? I slept.”

“Fine then. You look tired. Take some more rest and start.”

“Hmm sure. I will go late to office today and come back late only. Almost 11-12.”

“Ok Aishu.”

I went inside the bathroom with all smiles in mouth. She spoke to me. She fucking spoke to fucking me. Yes. Yes. And Yes. I showered myself and with a happy heart came out to see her asleep in the bed. I started to the office and she was still asleep. 

The whole day at office I felt better than ever and I decided no more stupidity and no more talking about this. I will ask her to apologise me and she would and this time, I must kill those wife swapping, wife sharing and wife watching fantasies. For sure.

I started early today and on the way back, got some flowers for her along with sweets and chocolates that she loves and today is going to be the special day of our life. The end of this worst part of our love life. I could feel it and the happiness increased as I reached near home and I started heating up the milk I bought to make sure it’s still good when we heat it up late night today when she arrives.

I took a bath as to escape from the Chennai sun whole day and as I reached my cock to apply soap, thoughts of Aishu came to my mind and I got a hard on. I ran out with the towel tugged up in hip, unlocked my mobile and opened up the pictures of her. My beautiful wife. Aishu. 



Tears started flowing through my eyes and this fairy was the one I hurt much due to my worst fantasies. She is an angel. She even never stopped herself in the dance floor when she knew the guy crossed his limits. Even when her husband is a fucking worst man. That’s the love and integrity Aishu has. I love her and my tears flowed much.

I moved the pics and went to our honeymoon pics where she wore some nice capris, shorts and mini skirts. The images made me horny, much and much horny.

My hand opened the towel and got my member in it, as the pictures moved in a slide show, showing my sexy and homely wife with her cute, innocent face and sexy dusky body before my eyes.

I started wanking up as the memories of the honeymoon came to my eyes.

She was all shy back then. She never lets me see her full naked and tries to cover herself after a fuck. But, that day as the intense fucking session ended, she fell asleep, right over me. With no dress on and tired.

I switched the lights on with one hand and waited for her to wake up. And she did after sometime.

“Oh God.”

“What honey?”

“Dress.”

“What dress?”

She tried moving and I hugged her close that my sleeping cock hit her used cunt and her long nipples pierced my chest.

“Please don’t play. Leave me.”

“Why should I?”

“Please Ajju. I feel shy.”

My hands moved over her naked back and started caressing, I could feel her shudder.

“Please Ajju.”

My hands touched her ass and moved over to her cunt from behind and my hand started rubbing her used pussy with the wetness still on.

“What please?”

She got horny. I could see it. Her voice changed as she moaned. “Dresssss”

“I like you better now.”

“Pleaseeeee hmmmmm.”

My finger entered in and started stroking.

“Dressss Ajjuuuu. Hmmmm. Hmmmm.”

“No dress honey. Just me.”

I pushed the bed cover away and her naked body was completely visible in the light and my cock hardened and started hitting her thighs.

“Pleaseeee. Dressss. Bedddd cov-vv-errr. Ajjuuuu.”

My finger increased the pace and another finger entered deeper in and I increased pace high.

“Dresssaaa.. Ahhh.. Ajjjuuaaa.. Ammaaaa. Ajjuuuu.”

I suddenly pushed her to the bed and got over her and saw her long nipples and trimmed pussy and shapely thighs and sexy heroine navel and widened her thighs and entered my cock deep inside her in one go.

“Ahhhhhhhhhhhjjuuuuuuuuuuaaaa”

Her tight and firm breasts with dark long nipples moved here and there as I increased the fucking speed and she tried moving her hips to accommodate them and after a lot moaning and fucking and sucking, I cummed and fell near her.

She kissed all over my face intensely and her body shivered continuously and she whispered. 

I love u Ajju. I love u. I love you..”

Thinking all this and watching her pictures, I cummed in my hand and ran towards the bathroom to clean myself up. 
I lied in bed and looking at her pictures again, I fell asleep. 

“Damn. What’s the time?”

I woke up to see it was very dark outside and my mobile showed it’s 1 AM. 

Aishu hasn’t arrived still. I tried calling her number, which said, “Not reachable or switched off.”

I tried calling her the third time and there was a reverse sound of a car. Aishu’s cab. I ran towards the door and opened it up and she was walking near the door and she looked amazing in the saree. Her eyes were still red. As she hasn’t slept yesterday properly. 

She gave me a look which had no hatred and she entered to the bathroom. I saw her drying her face and I asked,

“Shall I put coffee?”

“No.”

“Want to sleep?”

“Hmm.”

“Ok wait. I will lock the door and come”

I ran, locked the door, took some water in bottle and went inside the bedroom to see she has lied down in the same dress in bed.

I covered up my fear that she would scold me and moved to near her, touched her hair, caressed it. It has too many locks, yes, curly hair does that. 

I just murmured. 

“Sorry honey. Forgive me. Forgive me for everything.”

And I moved to kiss her in the forehead and a smell hit me. I wasn’t able to place it and I kissed her and hugged her.

Few moments passed, and she was completely asleep and her saree has moved up showing her legs. I moved down her. Kissed the legs, murmuring sorry and moved my hands up over her shaved legs.

I was getting horny. Over my wife. Not to any chats or stories. I kissed her thighs and I moved my hands up to touch her panty. Wow. She was wet already.

I moved it aside with fingers and moved her legs and just moved the saree up as possible and opened the petticoat knot. She was sleeping like a log. I kissed her thighs which was wet with the juices and pulled down the panty and in a sudden movement kissed her pussy and inserted my tongue.

“What the hell!”

I just took my mouth out to a worse taste and licked my hand to dry the tongue. And there it was. 

A white sticky fluid.

Semen.

From a man who has fucked my wife.

[Mylife4u]

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[Givemeextra]

Thanks for all your support and comments

Hope you all like the story and please let us know more of what you think

Oh you are teasing us to much..... Could not get how Hubby known Semen taste?

[santhu304]

Excellent more erotic add armpit fetish

[Amit2021msm]

Wow nice update ! Starting of nightmare for him and good going ! 
She might have get fucked by his Boss !

[Kamalesh Nathan]

Lovely. Finally she was fucked thoroughly and hope to her satisfaction and made her sleep like a dog

[masud93]

who is the FUCKER

[masud93]

need another update with details

[Dorabooji]

Splendid update. Aishu punished him at last.

[fuckandforget]

Fantastic

[Vasanthan]

Super super.
Aishu lost her chastity, to whom she submitted herself. If her plan is to humiliate her husband. She would have done it in front of him. Is this a blackmail fuck?

[roxanzoom]

When will be the next update eagerly waiting for update

[Mylife4u]

Chapter 61 – Adhithi Devo Bhavo (Part 2) 
(POV – Aishu)

“Aishu.. AISHU.. AISHUUU.. AISHWARYAAA”

It felt like I was in a dream and someone calling me sweetly at first and I realized , Someone is calling me in real. Arjun. I woke up with a shudder and everything came to my mind instantly.

It was very dark and Ajju was sitting so close to me. In the darkness, I could still say his face was so angry and his grip over my arms started hurting.

“What the hell did you do?”

And I broke. Tears started flowing and I started sobbing. What a damn woman I was. I could do nothing now but cry. 

“STOP CRYING”

I tried but failed.

“What the HELL did happen?”

I stammered between the sobbing, “Ple-Please forgive Me-e. Please.”

“Just say what happened. NOW. YOU BITCH.”

“Plea-Please promise me. You will never leave me” Tears increased the pace now.

“First say what happened. SAY.”

“I went to the office today by 12…”

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“Hey Aishu”

It was my fucking friend who spoke behind my back.

“Hi Resh. “

“Wow. You are looking amazing in the saree. Homely and sexy both.”

I am sure she says “Whore” within mind. 

“You are much sexier Resh.”

I giggled and she followed. 

“Has the client come?”
“No. It seems he is struck up somewhere and will come 1-2 hours late. And Congrats Aish”

“For what?”

“Didn’t you see the agenda? You are the only girl picked for client dinner in the evening.”

“Oh really? I never knew”

She smiled and said an excuse and moved away. Damn. Already people think I am a whore and such things will make it true.

I looked the agenda and there were some 5 colleagues, 2 managers and 5-6 senior management team are present and I am the only lady selected. I just decided to give it a go as it would be a change of mind. And yes, Sandy and Ravi were in the list. Damn fuckers. I must never look at them.

Evening arrived and we went to the dinner party held in our office party hall and rest of the people started leaving from office.

It was almost 6.30 when the client came. He was supposed to be coming at 2 in the noon. Hmm. Clients have their privileges. His name was Andrew Scott and he is British. We have spoke to him in the conference calls and he is too intelligent for a client. He entered the room with senior managers welcoming in the way party members welcome leaders and I was shocked to see how handsome he was. 

Damn. He looked white with enough amount of tan. He was in a suit which must cost much more than my 3 months salary and he must be at least 6’4 and he looked wow.

We were all introduced one by one and it was my turn.

“This is Aishwarya. Our senior developer. One of the brightest minds.”

I saw a glimmer in his eyes.

“My pleasure to meet you Aishwarya”

“The same sir.”

“Call me Drew”

I just blushed in reply.

And the party began. People started drinking and the light music started playing. It was very odd to be the only lady out there but, I had nothing to do about it now and I spoke with everyone except Sandy and Ravi.

As men started boozing a lot, I stood in the bar and started munching some chicken lollypops and was looking at the way men danced to the music of alcohol. 

“Hey Aishwarya”

A wonderful diction and British English hit me and I turned to see Drew.

“Hey.”

“What dear? You don’t drink?”

“No.”

“Aww. That’s a shame.”

“So, how are you? “

“Fine sir. You?”

“I am not a Sir. Just call me Drew”

“Ok Drew.”

And he spoke about Chennai weather along with how different things work here and all that he experienced in these 3 days of being in Indian soil. We started walking and I showed him the office premises and we were in the 3rd floor among the computers and there were none there.

I was sipping orange juice as I nodded to his experiences in the airport back in Chennai and he looked at my eyes and asked, 

“So, How’s your pussy? Still wet?”

I choked on my drinks and spilled some.

“WHAT?”

“Still in yesterday’s white bra and blue panty?”

I was shocked and I had nothing to reply and the realization dawned in. 

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“How the hell did he knew what you were wearing yesterday? “

“Please Ajju. Let’s stop this. Please. I beg you.”

“YOU WHORE. REPLY ME.”

His eyes started staring in distant and his voice started breaking down.

“He knows, because, he saw them yesterday.”


YESTERDAY NIGHT

Arjun moved out after I scolded him and my mind thought about what the hell would people say about me, if they see me. I always have thought white men won’t be attracted towards me but, seeing an actress who resembled me, a guy spoke that much and what would others tell about me.

I had all this in mind and I was lying in bed and my hands scrolled the chat I did and re-read the chats and it made me wet.

I pressed “chat” again.

Stranger: Hi
Me: Hi
Stranger: What’s up? Female?
Me : Yes.
Stranger: From?
Me: India. U?
Stranger: much away from you. Indian?
Me: Hmm. Yes. Your ethnicity?
Stranger: 32. White male. 6’5, 82 kgs. u?
Me: Indian girl. 25. 5’4. 54 kilos
Stranger: Nice. You must be petite?
Me: Not much.
Stranger: Is it not late in India?
Me: Yes.
Stranger: Then, why are you here?
Me: Not sleepy.
Stranger: Single or married babe?
Me: Married.
Stranger: Wow. Married Indian lady. That’s the dream.
Me: Haha.
Stranger: So, where is your hubby?
Me: Asleep.
Stranger: What asleep??? With a horny wife awake?
Me: I never said I am horny. :P
Stranger: I knew women well and I am sure you are babe.
Me: Maybe [img=16x16]file:///C:/Users/Dell/AppData/Local/Temp/msohtmlclip1/01/clip_image001.gif[/img]
Stranger: You are. [img=16x16]file:///C:/Users/Dell/AppData/Local/Temp/msohtmlclip1/01/clip_image001.gif[/img]
Me: Haha
Stranger: Had a good fuck?
Me: No.
Stranger: Why not?
Me: Big story.
Stranger: I have all the time.
Me:mmm
Stranger: Any pics of you?
Me: Huh?
Stranger: So that I might know who I am speaking to.

My hands trembled and I inhaled deeper. Then, I took a group picture with my colleagues and shared it.

Stranger: Wow! Who is that violet beauty??

Damn. It was me.

Me:Really? You like her?
Stranger: Yeah.She is lovely. To be frank, I would love to have her beneath me and I will explore her beauty inch-by-inch.

I could feel an itch in my pussy as I typed back.

Me: What do you like in her?
Stranger: Her hair. The texture. Her skin and the dusky tone. Wow. She is like a chocolate, I bet she tastes sweet in every damn place.
Me: It’s me.
Stranger: Really?????????
Me: Yeah.
Stranger: Can you please share some solo pics? Please babe.

I didn’t know what made me do it. May be the thought that the man is far away or my general liking towards white men or the recent events or the fact that I needed sex badly. I took a solo pic of mine. Very decent salwar picture and shared it.

Stranger: Woww. Perfect figure. You ought to be fucked like anything but, your hubby is asleep still?

I got bolder and replied,

Me: It has been many days since he fucked me.
Stranger: Why?
ME: He made mistakes and he isn’t the right guy for me.
Stranger: Will I be? 
Me: Maybe 
Stranger: Switch on the webcam. 
Me: Sorry no.
Stranger: Dear Please.
Me: But, I won’t switch on mine. I will see you.
Stranger: Hmm. Ok but, share another 2 pics.

I did. Me in jeans and my favorite Chicago pic.

Stranger: Amazing. I am getting rock hard and angry about your husband. You are lovely babe.

His cam request came and I accepted and put my cam on mute. But, kept the mic on.

“Can you see me babe?”
His voice proved he is foreigner as he said and I replied.

“Not yet”

“Now?”

FUCKING YES. WOW. His camera was focusing on his chest and ended till the shorts and he had flawless white body with strong muscles. I could also see a huge bulge in his shorts.

“Yess”

“You are hot and sexy baby. You know that?”

I was mesmerized already and Ajju was long gone from memory.

“Really?”

“Yes. What’s your fantasy?”

“Fucking a white male.”

“Before your hubby or alone.”

“Anything is fine.”

“I once fucked a lady before her husband and she was screaming at him that I am real man and he isn’t”

“Haha”

“Will you scream likewise?”

“Hmm. Maybe”

“Can I ask you something?”

“What?”

“Can you show me at least your body as I show?”

“No. Sorry.”

“Then, can you send any sexy pic of you? Please.”

I was ready to do anything then and my hands automatically uploaded my honeymoon pics in smaller shorts and skirt and sleeveless shirts and tshirts.

“Wow. You know what? Your dusky skin and my white skin will contrast each other and I might bite your sexy breasts and fuck you harder in the same beach and my white cock would rip apart your dark pussy. My whore.”

He said this and removed his shorts in a go and I was shocked by what I saw. It was like a strong and fat log used to beat people.

“You like it?”

“Yess.”

“You wanna see it grow?”

Grow?? Has it not grown up already? I was shocked

I just replied, “Ok”

He started wanking before my eyes and the idea of a white man wanking before my eyes made me wet and I started crossing my legs and started masturbating the unique way I only know. His cock grew and grew and was like one enormous arm rather than the cock. I thought how it would be to have such a cock inside me and I shuddered.

“Can you do something for me baby?”

“Hmm?”

“Can your remove your dress and take a photo of your dress and underwear and send me?”

“No.”

“You must. NOW.”

I liked it when he ordered it. I removed my clothes one by one and took pictures of it and shared to him.

“I just wish I am there to rip them myself and fuck you after sucking your dark Indian pussy my whore. Do you want my white cock inside you?”

“Yesss.” I moaned as I increased my leg speed and we spoke for few more moments and I shared all stupid things about my body and few more pictures but, nothing indecent or naked and I slept late in night.

Morning I woke again and re-read the chats and masturbated once again and when I hear the knock, I deleted the chat and closed all tabs and opened the door to receive Ajju and slept again in horny state.

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Arjun was shocked to hear all this and just replied,

“Did he fuck you? Is that his cum that I swallowed?”
Those words made me smile but, my heart chided me for being an evil lady and I just replied,

“Yes.”

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“What are you saying?”

“Aishwarya! It was me who spoke to you yesterday.”

“Wh-what?”

He unlocked his phone and showed the photos. Me in honeymoon. Me in saree. Me in jeans and my bra and wet panty in our bed.

I was shocked to reply and his hands fell on my shoulder.

“Please I am sorry. It –it was a mistake.”

“No no. That wasn’t. But, this is.”

He pulled me towards him and I got well embedded into his broad white shoulders and as he has removed the suit in party, his cotton shirt smelled great. But, I tried to push him away. Because, chatting and reality is much much different.

“I am sorry babe. No other go.”

He kept me closer and kissed my lips and I bit my lips and tried to resist his lips entering mine but his hands moved over my naked hip inside the saree, touched it and moved up to my blouse and pressed and squeezed my left breast over it hard and I screamed, “Aahhh”

And his lips entered mine. He pushed me to a cubicle and pushed the monitor away and still kept on kissing me and started biting my lips until I bled. He was so strong that I couldn’t try pushing him anyways.

“Please. Please leave me.”

By the end of the statement, my safety pin flew away and he whisked away my saree in a single go and next moment one of his white arm surrounded me and other pushed me on the hard cubicle and his head moved over to my neck. He kissed me there and started licking me and few more seconds, I was just in my bra and petticoat.

I started crying and begging him to leave me away and he never heard anything. For a man, who must have removed infinite jeans out of women, Indian petticoat was so easy that he threw it away and his strong fingers touched my cunt as he still pinned me down.

Bra and Panty stayed just 1 minute more and his fingers entered my cunt softly and I begged him to stop. His pace increased and he pulled me down one moment and made me kneel. The way I mademy husband kneel.

I resisted and cried.

“Please I am married. I beg you. Leave me. I won’t say anyone.”

“You will never say anyone dear.”

And before I could say anything, the tip of his penis entered my mouth and I choked on it. He held my head and Made me suck his gigantic cock and even after his pushing,only 50% of his cock entered my mouth. It was that huge and pale.

And he cummed. Into my mouth and he took it out over my breasts and I pushed him away just to fail and he threw me over the cubicle again.

I know what he was upto and I cried loud for someone to help me.

“What are you shouting whore? Your husband doesn’t satisfy you and You are desperate enough to share pics with strangers. See what happens when a stranger fucks you.”

“Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh”

I felt 1000 times more pain than the first time Ajju fucked me. His enormous cock entered in a single go and he started ramming onto me faster and faster. Much faster than ever and even after 15 minutes, he never stopped or reduced his pace. My husband would have slept by now.

I screamed and shouted and still the fucking continued and I felt tired like hell and after almost 30 minutes, he came and he grunted.

“You are so sexy and tight bitch. Your husband must be having smallest of smallest dicks.”

He kissed my lips again and started walking away saying,

“Thanks bitch. For both yesterday and today.”

I was damn tired and I cried for few more minutes and I wore my dress and I walked back.

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“How DARE HE? I will kill him. I will surely kill him.”

“No. No please Ajju.” I cried and cried as the realization of what happened hit me so bad and I begged him .

“Please Ajju. Things won’t get better. We will make it worse. Please don’t leave me that I am dirty.”

“No baby. No. Never. You are my love honey and he hugged me tighter. “

How bad I have been ? How worse? I must be killed but, at least from now on I must live for his happiness. 

All these thoughts came to my mind, because, only 80% of what I said to him was true. And the cum he licked was not Drew’s.

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I never cried. I never objected more than customary push and pleading. My last night’s chats made me wonder how it would be to have a white man. Strong white man with awesome chest and huge dick. Just like my childhood fantasies and I let him fuck me. And I moaned and enjoyed and begged for more.

But, once he left and I laid there tired, Ravi and Sandy came in and as I tried moving, Porn movie of Aishu and Drew, recorded by them became their bait and Ravi and Sandy both fucked me one after other.

I cried then. Truly. I never wanted this. They really aren’t one of my fantasies but , I had no choice but to make them delete the video. Ravi sucked my breasts and Sandy licked my used pussy and fucked with his long cock but, definitely not longer than Drew. None will be longer than him in my life.

Ravi made me sit in doggy style and entered from behind into my pussy as I was licking Sandy’s cock. Like a whore. Trained whore and after 3-4 fucks of shorter periods they left me.

I am used. Abused. As Ajju wished. But, never did he saw that and never will he know that. I will have to move from the company. I will have to go away somewhere people doesn’t know all these.

And I would love Ajju than ever. For he is really a good man and I cheated him. He had a fantasy and I fulfilled it. He is a cuckold now and he will never know that his wife enjoyed sex with a foreigner and worshipped his cock and sucked it happily. 

I would be a good wife now. And he will never have any of these fantasies.

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“ I Love you Ajju. “ I sobbed. 

“I love you Aishu.” He hugged me.

“I will never hurt you hereafter and thanks a lot Ajju.” I cried.

Thanks for everything Ajju!

[masud93]

is the END???

[Amit2021msm]

Wow - simple mistake destroy everything!

It’s never will be the same as aisu thinks ! 

All those guys will come back! She will be the whore and her husband will love it becoz he is a cuck!!!!

She is now officially her office new slut , everyone will fuck her !