Adultery Some Short Stories... From Internet

[usaiha2]

My husband returned in the evening and he looked tired. Perhaps the day had been too hectic for him. He told me that he was not feeling well. I searched for some medicine in my bag and gave him one thinking it could be just too much of outside food and nothing serious.


He lied down on the bed to rest but it looked like the medicine was not working. Soon he was in pain & he almost cried. I hurriedly rushed to the phone and called the reception for some doc on duty but there was none present there.

I could think of no one else but Aman and I called him and told the situation. He asked me not to panic as he was on his way along with some help. I just sat down highly worried looking at the great pain my husband was in. I was almost in tears feeling helpless and was just trying to console him when there was a knock on the door and Aman entered with doctor.

He did his examinations, gave him a couple of injections which seem to have worked as I saw my husband close his eyes and drowse off. The doc told us that it was due to bad food he was taking. He had given him a sedative that would ensure he remain sleeping the whole night. He asked us not to worry as it was not too serious.

The doc left soon thereafter while Aman had preferred to stay as he did not want me to be alone in such time. My husband was in deep sleep after a strong dose of tranquilizers and we both were sitting on the sofa near him. Aman asked me to go to the other room and rest while he was there, but I preferred being there. I was really too worried and was thinking what could I had done if Aman was not there.

My swimming exercise during the day and the current situation, made me really tired and sitting on the sofa I just closed my eyes and rested my head on the back. In my short nap I somehow shifted and rested my head on Aman’s shoulder and almost leaned over him.

I felt he too had put his one arm around me and caressed me to relax, it was feeling good so I just cuddled up further to him. I felt as if his grip around my shoulder was tightening and he was holding me closer to him. It was not the time to feel like that but the feelings I was having while I was in the pool with him erupted again and even though I was in my senses, I too remained in his arms.

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A few minutes later I felt as if he had kissed my forehead and rolled down his lips to my cheeks. I opened my eyes, He was looking in my eyes with lust. I was still looking at him when he bent and kissed my lips softly. I shook my head in bewilderment as my husband was sleeping a few feet from us and what if he suddenly opened his eyes.

He whispered me not to worry about him as strong dose of tranquilizers would not make him to get up before morning and asked me to come to the inside room. I was too afraid of the situation but he got up taking me with him and locked the main door and almost carried me to the next room and bolted it.

I was almost terrified as I was fearing my husband could wake up any moment. I told him not to do it as it was not right to which he assured me that he would not wake up before morning and saying this he took me in his arms and began to kiss me. he was too strong for me.

With his both arms around my back, he was onto my face and kissing every inch of it and I felt myself getting weak and almost surrendering to him. Kissing me all over he slowly carried me towards the bed on which my husband had made love to me in the morning itself.

His soft fingers were doing magic and made me give out a soft moaning sound. His other hand was in front which he had placed on my chest slowly caressing my nipples while my lips were being sucked by his own.

The fear of my husband entering the room was getting far and I had surrendered myself completely to him. I had always wanted someone else to take me once and satisfy me and this was the time when my dream was being fulfilled. His strong muscular body was crushing me and making my desire for him getting hotter.

With a slight movement of his fingers he opened the hook of my bra and falling breasts to a relief. The other hand that was playing with my boobs was now opening the buttons of shirt and in no time it was removed from my body with only a loosened bra covering my breasts.

I got out of my trousers and panties while he too had removed all his clothes. his penis, a good about seven inch long and almost two inch thick was fully erect and pointed straight towards me. The very sight of such a monster tool made me go horny for it. With my fingers I slowly touched it and softly caressed his balls.

The very touch of my fingers made him give out a soft moan in excitement. Naked, he took me in his arms and continued kissing me. I too kissed his bare chest and nipples. I started slowly caressing his points which made him go high and higher. He took both the nipples in his hands and started pinching and rubbing them hard.

The very touch of Aman's hands on my boobs made me go high and horny. We both totally naked were hugging and kissing each other. His dick was repeatedly touching my clit making it wet and horny. I took his penis in my hands and started caressing it softly with my fingertips while he was still playing with my boobs and nipples.

I asked Aman to stand up in front of me for me to fondle his penis more easily. I was stroking it slowly I was also kissing it and Aman was going more and more horny with every act. As I was kissing the tip of his penis, Aman asked me to take it in my mouth and gently pushed it in and I started sucking it slowly rubbing my tongue over it.

Aman was now getting more and more horny so he came over to the bed and shifted to the 69 position. I had already clean shaved my pussy that morning and I pushed his head in it for him to suck. I spread my legs wide for him to suck me deep inside. The sex juice was beginning to flow out and I was moaning with ecstasy.

MMMMMMMMMMM..... OOOOHHHH... AAAAAAHHHHH..... AMMMMMAANNN...... LOVE ME AMMAAAAAN..... AAAAAAAHH.... UUUMMMMMM.... AMAAAAN LOVE ME MORE... It was for the first time in my life that I was doing a 69 posture and I was getting wilder and horny.

I was now sucking his cock harder and harder making Aman too give out his moaning loudly, UUUUFFF... Pooja... YEAHH.... YEAH....YESSSSS.. SUCK IT BABY.... SUCK IT SLOWLY.. AAAAAAHHHH... YOU ARE A DAMN GOOD COCK SUCKER IRANIIIIIII.... Sucking his penis was like sucking a big lollipop, it tasted like that also in my mouth.

I kept on licking it with my tongue and was shaking it with my one hand. With the other hand I was touching and tickling his balls that were shaking with my every movement. My touches to them would send him in a frenzy every time I did it. I was reaching my orgasm and juices had started flowing out of my vagina which Aman kept on sucking and drinking.

His tongue was deeply licking inside my vagina and was touching every wall there. It looked like I was reaching one orgasm after another while Aman was still to come. I was still sucking his penis which sometimes was touching my throat being so long. No later, Aman too reached his climax and unloaded all him cum in my mouth. It was as if a tap had been opened and a stream of semen was coming out and filled up my mouth.

I took inside what ever quantity I could and the rest was spilled over my face and rolled down through my boobs and tummy on to the sheet on the bed. I was tired and exhausted and I had never reached multiple orgasm in one go. We laid down side by side to relax for a while. My breasts were rising and falling from my deep breathing.

A few minutes later I got up & peep outside the door to see if my husband was still sleeping or he was coming out, but the tranquiliser was doing his work and he was breathing heavily in his sleep. 

I came back and lie down by Aman’s side. I was so relaxed now and it seem to me that all my stress had left me.

But as the penis had not yet entered me inside, I was not fully satisfied, as I wanted it in me. A little while later I started playing with his cock which was still sticky to touch as it was like dipped in my saliva and his cum.. In a few minutes, it gained erection and ready for action.

Since I had discharged several times and his cum had further lighted the fire in me which was yet to be drowsed and I was unable to hold any more, I lied down on my back and asked Aman to put his penis inside me straight away. As Aman came on top of me, I guided him into my cunt. I was not worried about not wearing any precaution.

Even if I get pregnant, I would love to have Aman’s baby in me. Aman started entering me slowly and I was letting out a moaning sound as I felt his monster penis penetrated deep inside me. I had locked my legs behind his back and held him tight arching my back a little so that I get a still deeper penetration. Aman’s penis was touching even the deepest and the farthest wall inside me.

I had never felt it before and it made me go mad in ecstasy. Aman kept on fucking me hard and his penis was matching the rhythm of my body movements. I was moaning madly in sheer excitement. I was not caring if my sound could go out of the room where my husband was sleeping. His penis was so thick and big in size that it was giving me pain but the enjoyment I was getting was more than that.

AAAAAAHHHHH..... UUMMMMM..... NNNNOOOO... PLEASSSSEE NO AMAN...... YESS.. YES AMAN MORE.... GIVE ME MORE.... I LOVE IT AMAN..... YESSSS... DEEPER..... MORE DEEPER AMAN...... COME INSIDE YOU ALL MY LOVE...... Aman too was moaning heavily and he too was shouting out loud. YEAH Pooja BHABHI..... LOVE YOU BHABHI.....YEAAHHHHHHH.
I LOVE YOU BHABHI..... YOU ARE GREAT Pooja BHABHI... YOU ARE MY BEST FUCK Pooja.... LOVE YOU Pooja..... FUCK YOU ALWAYS MY LOVE PoojaIIIIII........... HHHHEEEHHHHHH..... He was humping me harder and harder and I was now beyond caring. I was coming, my love juice had started flowing out but Aman was still stroking me hard.

I wanted him to cum now but it looked like he would not for a long time. Later, he made me lie on my tummy, he raised my butts, took me in doggy style by entering from behind. As he was humping me from behind, his large balls were continuously hitting the lips of my pussy.

I was now getting tired and all my body was wet with sweat that was coming out as a result of the hard labour. I wanted him to cum now and I asked him that I wanted his cum inside me. He made me lie once again on my back and entered from the top in the missionary style and continued with his hammering deep inside me.

After nearly ten minutes of a very hard fucking, I felt Aman break his hardness and came and emptied his entire semen in me. My body shivered and I came with all my might and all the juice started flowing out from my pussy. Aman collapsed over me his body too wet with his sweat. Later, we both were laying side by side.

I told him that this was my best fucks I have ever had. I also told him that my husband do not suck my cunt and I love getting sucked. Aman slowly took me in his arms and kissed me most fondly and deeply.

We both dozed off lying in each other’s arms. I do not know how long we slept but then I opened my eyes slowly. Aman was still sleeping naked and his penis which was now loosened but still looked enormous touching my pussy. I kissed his forehead and got up slowly. I took a bath and a change of clothes brought me fully awakened.

When I came out, Aman was also awake. He smiled at me and hugged me once again and kissed my lips passionately which again send hot waves inside me. I wanted him again but now it was not safe. We both came out. It was early morning and Aman asked me if he could leave.

Now that we had turned lovers, I did not want him to go. I wanted him again and again. I came out to the passage which was deserted at that hour to say good bye. He hugged and kissed me once again and left waving. We came back to Delhi later that day with my most passionate memories of the wildest love anyone made to me.

 

[usaiha2]

 Express Train


My name is Prerna. I was a newly married 24 year old woman. Married just three days ago, I was on my way to our honeymoon to a nearby hill station. Sitting on the lower berth in an AC 2 tier compartment of an overnight express train, with my husband sitting beside me, I was staring at my reflection in the train’s huge glass window. The reflection in the glass window made me reflect on my life till then. 

Born in a typical middle-class Indian family and being an only child, I had been raised like a princess. My mother said that I was the apple of her eyes. Although slightly pampered throughout my childhood, I had grown into a fine mature girl by the time I was eligible for marriage. Praised for my beauty from the time of my birth, I had developed into an attractive woman after puberty. And adolescence had put the icing on the cake. By the time of my last teen birthday, I had, to put it bluntly, ‘ripened’ perfectly. I was medium built with average Indian height, very fair skin, dark eyes, and jet black shoulder length hair. My breasts were of the perfect size for my build; neither too big nor small, firm and round. My hips had grown in size at a rapid pace size my puberty; now their curves accentuated my near perfect hour-glass figure. But the icing was not the final thing; there was one more thing to top it, the cherry over the icing. My fair elegant face had been blessed with a small mole (black spot) just above my upper lip on the left side. 

From an early age itself, I had been aware of my sensuality and the effect it had on men around me. Heads turned as I walked, and they stayed turned for a while. I had even won the ‘Miss Fresher’ title at my Fresher’s Party at college; and had gone on to win ‘Miss Beauty Queen’ title in all subsequent annual day functions. 

Having said that, I must remind you, that I had been born and raised in a typical middle-class Indian family. That meant almost nil interaction with the opposite sex, wearing traditional attire or non-exposing tops. Figure hugging clothing, tights jeans or tops, were strictly forbidden. Throughout my college and college life, I never had a boyfriend. Although no one said anything directly to me, but I knew I was the subject of ridicule amongst my friends, regarding the iron clasp control my parents had over me. 

After college, my parents started to search for the perfect groom for me. Matrimonial columns were printed, relatives and friends put to task to find a suitable match for me who fulfilled the criteria of religion, caste, occupation, income, family background, his father’s occupation/income, and many more such things Indian parents look for in a man they deem fit to have sex with their daughter; but not his looks or actual personality. There are so many criteria and sub-criteria that it was almost 2 years before my parents could narrow the choices down to a handful of ‘eligible’ bachelors; another six months in finalizing my ‘perfect match’; then a full year before both could agree to each other’s terms and conditions. 

So, finally, after a lot of drama, I got married at the age of 24 years. 

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My ‘perfect match’ was a relatively short man, three years older to me, dark; and with a slight belly already pouting out his lower abdomen. He had a ‘stable’ job and had studied in one of India’s most prestigious institutions. According to my parents, relatives, and friends of relatives, I could not have found a better husband for myself. 


My first night as a married woman was uneventful. Of course, both of us lost our virginities to each other; and awkwardly brought each other to orgasms. Well, that’s the case with two virgins of the opposite sex, in their twenties, allowed to sleep together for the first time. We both agreed that there was a long way to go in our sexual lives and that this was just the beginning of an erotic journey. 

And so, to make sure our erotic journey was off to a flying start, we were headed for our pre-planned honeymoon to a hill-station nested in the Himalayas. 

And here I was, staring at myself in the train window! 

It was time to sleep, putting an end to my thoughts. The curtains were pulled and the lights switched off. My husband climbed to the upper berth and I lay down on the lower one, blissfully aware that this vertical separation between us would not be there the next night.

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[usaiha2]

Prerna woke up, realizing that she needed to go to the washroom, and looked at her watch in the dim light coming from the other side of the curtain. It was 3 AM by her watch. Not wanting to disturb her husband, she quietly got up and groped for her sandals in the dark. He was sleeping soundly. Stepping into the aisle without any noise, she headed straight to the lavatories to her right, as they were nearer. 


Everyone was fast asleep; it seemed there was no movement in the whole carriage, except for a lovely married lady heading to answer nature’s call. Reaching the well-lit vestibule, she opened the door to the Indian style toilet (she preferred them in public places as there was no contact with the seat) and relieved herself. Damn, she thought, as she let out a gush of urine! She should have taken a pee before going to sleep. 

Annoyed at the break in her sleep, but now well relieved, she headed back to the vestibule to go back to her berth. But to her surprise, the well-lit vestibule moments ago, was now dark. Stumbling, and aided by a flicker of light coming from inside the carriage, she took a couple of tentative steps, before she was almost knocked off her feet! 

At first it seemed to be a crash, she thought that the train had met with an accident and that she had been jolted backwards by its force. But then, she became aware of a tight grip around her waist and also a rough palm over her mouth. Now inside the Western style lavatory on the other side of the vestibule which was well-lit, she became fully aware of her situation. 

It wasn’t a train crash! A man had appeared out of the Western style lavatory as she was heading back. She had been grabbed from behind; a strong palm put over her mouth, and pulled into the Western style lavatory. It was a small space, as most of it was occupied by the toilet seat. She was being held in such a manner that her back was towards the mirror, and she couldn’t see his face. 

In reflex, she was began to scream into the palm of her captor, making a muffled noise; at the same wriggling her body, trying to free herself from his grip. 

He loved it when women struggled, even more so when they had no chance of escaping what was in store for them. He turned her left by ninety degrees almost effortlessly and pinned her to the wall. Then he let go of the grip around her waist, knowing perfectly well that his weight was more than enough to prevent her from moving. He fumbled in his pocket and took out a small pocket knife, which he held against his captive’s neck. 

Make one noise and I’ll cut your neck and throw you out of this moving train, he snarled. He was happy that it had the desired effect on her. He had scared her to death. 

Just do as I say and you wouldn’t get hurt, he said, still pushing her against the wall. 

He took out a piece of cloth from his pocket and tied it around her mouth, threatening her as he let go of his palm grip. Without even a try of scream from her, he had managed to replace her gag from his palm to the piece of cloth. Now, he released the hold on her body and made her turn around, forcing her to sit on the open Western style toilet seat. In seconds, he grabbed hold of her dupatta and used it to tie her hands to the water pipe behind the toilet seat. Tying the dupatta tightly around one wrist, he flung it around the water pipe, to bring it back in front and tied it around her other wrist. He had managed to complete the most precarious part of his task, the capture of his victim, within a couple of minutes. 

He then stepped back as far as the small lavatory would allow him, to admire his handiwork. 

The moment he had seen her step onto the carriage, he had known that he wanted her, very very badly. He saw her as a typical newlywed woman on her way to the hill station, to get fucked by her husband. He noticed the mehendi, still fresh on her hands (right upto her elbows); her traditional pink salwar suit along with a dupatta (not many women wore them these days!); a streak of red vermillion on her forehead just where her hair parted; her new mangalsutra which dangled proudly in front of her breasts; her hands almost full with designer bangles; and most importantly, the most natural ornament on her face – the mole near her upper lip. 

He had her now, at his disposal, ready for his moment with this newlywed beautiful sophisticated lady, some other man’s wife. 

The past couple of minutes had been a blur for Prerna. Pulled into the toilet, gagged, held against the wall, gagged, and then tied, everything happened so fast that she didn’t have time to register it. She became acutely aware of her situation when her captor stepped back, and looked her up and down, an evil smile forming on his face. Her hands were painfully tied to the water pipe behind her, in a very uncomfortable position. 

It was then that she had her first look at that man, her captor. She saw him as an old man (50-55 years, she guessed), medium built, and a bit short. His belly was very large, out of proportion to the rest of his body (in a better state of mind, Prerna would have attributed that to chronic alcoholism!); it was almost spilling out of his shirt, which was unbuttoned all the way down to where his tummy bulge started. She saw his rough chest skin, covered with dense grey hair. She looked up to his face, which was wrinkled in a crude manner. His teeth, which she saw through that evil grin, were dirty, misaligned and eroded by constant chewing of tobacco. He was definitely not a man who belonged to an AC 2 tier compartment. 

She saw him extend his evil smile; it was almost ear to ear now, making him look like an ugly goblin. Her mind was in a daze, unable to comprehend her position. But it was thrown into frenzy, with panic and despair filling her entire skull, as she heard, even over the loud rumbling sound of the train, the sound of a zipper being undone. Her eyes dropped to where her captor’s hands were. After undoing his zipper, she saw him unbuckle his trousers. Her eyes, instead of following the trousers as they fell down to the ground in a flash, remain glued to where his hands were. He was not wearing anything underneath; his semi-erect penis had sprung out the moment he had undone his trousers, which his right hand was now stroking. 

The moment of reality struck her. Her captor was going to turn into her rapist. 

Prerna screamed the loudest cry for help of her entire life. However, the perfect mouth gag and the loud rumble of the train, made sure that none of the passengers sleeping soundly in the AC carriage, heard it. 

He saw her scream into the mouth gag. It made his semi-erect penis twitch with excitement. His mouth was wet with saliva, the tip of his penis with pre-cum. She gulped in desperation. He realized that the time window for his ‘suhaag raat’ was limited; he didn’t have the luxury of time. 

As his hands reached the knot of her salwar, she began to wriggle, like a fish does when taken out of water. He couldn’t undo it as she was moving too much. With the back of his right hand, he slapped her right cheek violently. SMACK! And again, SMACK! Her body lumped at the ferocious attack, giving him time to undo her salwar with ease. He pulled it all the way down her smooth milky legs and removed it completely, absent-mindedly putting it on a rack above the mirror, which Prerna hadn’t noticed before. Before she could recover from the double blow to her face, he hooked his rough fingers at the waistband of her new pink panty (part of set of sexy lingerie she had bought for her wedding and honeymoon), and pulled it swiftly down; consciously making sure to pocket it (in his front chest pocket). 

[usaiha2]

He expected her to be shaved down there, as were most of the newlywed women. What he didn’t expect was the feminine pinkness of her vulval lips, so beautiful and well, lady like; it was one of the smoothest vulva’s he had ever seen. His now almost-erect penis gave a bigger twitch of excitement. 


He noticed her vulva was completely dry, which was a surprise to him. Normally, these newlyweds thought about sex 24x7, especially on the way to their honeymoons, fantasising about the sexual pleasures awaiting them; which made their vaginas ooze out sexuality, in anticipation for their imminent fucking. But that was not the case with her; maybe she wasn’t turned on by her husband. 

Hurriedly, he caught hold of the lower edge of her kurta and pushed it upwards, over her breasts, bundling it around her neck. He took his hands to her back, unhooking her pink bra, and immediately bringing them back to the front, in order to squeeze her just exposed heavenly breasts. He let out a moan of pleasure as he felt the smoothness of her young breasts, the taut milky white skin and perky pink nipples. Without much ado, he took the right one in his dirty mouth and started to suck with all his might; mauling and pinching the left one with his right hand. 

The sensation of something wet brought Prerna to her senses, which she hadn’t completely regained since the slaps. She realized that that ‘something wet’ on her breast was the saliva of his captor, pouring out copiously from his dirty mouth. She tried to wriggle again, to free her breasts from the painful assault, but couldn’t move an inch due to the grip which his captor had around her waist with his left hand. 

Unable to move, she started shouting again into her gag. Hearing her muffled attempt at shouting for help, her captor let out a groan of self-accomplishment, a ‘huh’! 

Although he would have loved to play with such perfect breasts all night long, all nights for his entire lifetime, he didn’t have much time at his disposal.
Letting go of her breasts, he adjusted her body, pulling her off the toilet seat slightly, with his left hand holding her around her waist. He spread her legs apart, pushing at her smooth soft thighs with his dark hairy ones, and positioned himself between them. All this while, she tried to oppose every movement he was making, but she just didn’t have the strength to match him. With his free right hand, he placed his fully erect penis at the entrance of her vagina, its moist pre-cum coated tip touching the lips of her pink vulva. 

His penis gave the biggest twitch of excitement of the night while she shuddered with fear, desperation and despair. 

Still holding her by her waist with his left hand, he used his right one to guide the tip of his penis beyond her vulval lips, his penis throbbing with ecstasy at their tightness. He left it there, at the edge of her vagina, and moved his right hand to her face, which was ashen with fear. He gripped her jaw tightly with his right hand, forced her face straight, and aligned it with his own; their nose tips barely a centimetre away. 

She smelt his ugly face before actually seeing it close up. He still had that evil smile etched all over it. He saw her beautiful face and read her fear. He could hear her desperate attempts at shouting for help, feel her feeble attempts at wriggling herself free from his grip, and then, see her pearly tears roll down her elegant cheeks as she resigned to her fate. 

Holding her jaw, he made sure her eyes were fixed on his own; as with one forceful thrust of his pelvis, he tore into her dry vagina. 

She shrieked out in pain as his penis assaulted her dry vagina. Such was the force of his first thrust that his penis was almost completely embedded inside her the first time itself, she heard him release a low moan of pleasure. 

He saw her eyes dilate in shock and heard her groan in pain. Bringing his penis almost all the way out of her vagina, he thrust again, this time a little less forcefully as it regained its original depth. Then, like a man possessed, he began to piston his penis in and out of her vagina, in forceful rough thrusts, grunting like a pig every time the tip of his penis hit her cervix. 

She thought that this was her worst nightmare come true. With each thrust, she felt unbearable pain radiate from her vagina, to all over her body, right to her head. Her initial loud shriek of pain had given way to low groans, which were synchronised with his thrusts; almost as if the energy of his thrusts travelled all the way up to her throat, vibrating her vocal cords of their own accord. 

He stared into her helpless eyes as he continued to thrust in and out of her vagina, which had now begun to respond to his assault. He could tell, by the decreased amount of force that was now required to piston in and out of her, that her vagina had begun to release her own sex juices. He could also feel the increased wetness around his throbbing shaft, and also on his thighs. She was really secreting a huge amount of juices, now, his every thrust made a sloppy noise in her copious juices. To his surprise, he heard her moan in pleasure into her gag. It was a low sound, but it was definitely a moan of pleasure. He immediately stopped his thrusts and withdrew his penis out of her dripping wet vagina. 

She couldn’t believe that her vagina had begun to respond to this assault, as if it had a mind of its own. After fear and despair, she now felt immense shame as her vagina was adjusting and accommodating his rapist’s penis, trying to derive pleasure out of her situation. Maybe it was because of the slight repulsion she felt for her husband, maybe the feeling of being suppressed since childhood, maybe her womanhood needed an escape route. The initial pain had subsided; and with each and every thrust, she could now feel a wave of carnal pleasure radiate from her vagina, to all over her body, right to her head. She couldn’t believe her ears as a low moan of pleasure escaped her lips. 

[usaiha2]

At that moment, his rapist stopped fucking her and withdrew out of her vagina completely. To her surprise, her mind was swept by a wave of disappointment. 


Bitch! Who do you think I am? Your husband! I am not here to pleasure you, he shrieked, anger sweeping his face. He had to do it now. He rarely did this to newlywed women. But he had to teach this ‘whore’ a lesson. 

Before she could fathom the reason for his abrupt halt, she had been flipped over. If her earlier position had been uncomfortable, this was hell. Her dupatta got twisted more, increasing the pressure on her wrists; her shoulders were also twisted, making her delirious with pain. Her head now faced the dirty toilet seat, barely inches away; her mangalsutra hung down due to gravity and its lower end was well below the rim of the toilet seat, oscillating like a pendulum. Her knees were awkwardly bent, half her weight supported by the toilet seat. She felt her ass cheeks being drawn apart by his rough hands, and felt some wetness around her asshole. As she realized what was going to happen to her, she let out another shriek, her second last one that night. 

He spread her meaty ass cheeks, exposing her pink asshole. He hadn’t expected her anal region to be devoid of hair too! The sight of her tight pink puckered asshole, the smooth surrounding hairless skin and the feel of her juicy ass cheeks, elicited another big twitch of excitement from his eager penis (even bigger than the one on touching her vulval lips). 

He was almost certain that she was an anal virgin, which made his penis twitch continuously. He, as well as his penis, was eager to violate this newlywed wife’s anus and teach her a lesson. He used the liquid soap in the toilet (Ah, the benefit of an AC 2 tier toilet!), to lubricate her asshole. He held her hair by both hands, pushed her further down (her face now at the level of the toilet seat rim) so as to get her ass up at a proper angle; and positioned his penis at her anal entrance. 

She let out the loudest shriek of the night when she felt his penis tear through her virgin asshole. If the earlier pain had made her delirious, this was intense enough to kill her. He poked at her asshole with increasing thrust, her tightness making it difficult for him to enter her anal canal. After a handful of pokes, her anal opening gave way and the whole length of his shaft entered her anal canal, with such a force that her head painfully banged against the water pipe behind the toilet seat. 

It was as if her whole body was on fire, such was the intensity of the pain. She became a part of his thrusts inside her anal canal. With each thrust he gave, her body experienced its own mini earthquake, her head banged against the water pipe, her dangling breasts swivelled as if they would tear right off her body, her knees buckled; her eyes, which she had shut close to black out her mind, opened due to the forceful impact. Intermittently, during those moments when her eyes opened, she saw her mangalsutra, the sign of her harmonious matrimony, rubbing the inside of the toilet seat; each thrust making it scbang the seat more and more. All she could hear at that moment was the sound of that scbanging. The sacred and pure necklace tied around her neck by her husband three days ago, was now being contaminated in the impurest of locations, both literally and figuratively. 

He could feel the approaching orgasm. His breathing became laboured and he took in this moment of pure ecstasy; gripping her dangling breasts tightly, he licked her neck from behind, as he felt the bulbous head of his penis bulge inside her anal canal, releasing his semen inside. He orgasmed in pure delight; ejaculated his semen in huge quantities, giving few secondary thrusts until all his juice had been milked out of his penis. It was one of the longest orgasms he had experienced, all the while moaning out in pleasure. 

Even after he had withdrawn his penis from this newlywed wife’s anal canal, he was moaning in pleasure! 

Hurriedly, he cleaned himself up, buckled his trousers, and made sure her panty was safely lodged in his shirt’s pocket. Then he undid the dupatta from ‘his’ bride’s wrists, who now lay slumped almost unconsciously into the Western toilet seat, and pulled her up. He made her sit up, all the while holding her lest she slumped again, and assessed the damage. 

--

Her forehead was bleeding slightly due to the repeated impacts against the toilet pipe. He washed the cut with water, throwing a few fistfuls on her face in order to get out of her stupor. She was sitting on her own now, dimly aware of her situation, still dazed mentally. He poured few more fistfuls of water on her face. It was almost as if she felt herself rise from the grave. She was sitting on the toilet seat without any support, gradually regaining her mental functions. She was dimly aware of water being splashed on her face. 

She felt his hands doing the bra hooks behind her back; pulling her kurta down her front, back into its normal position; helping her legs into her salwar which he had retrieved from the shelf; arranging her dupatta in front of her breasts, hanging it from her shoulders; undoing her mouth gag. He stepped back again, as he had done before taking her, to look at her from top to bottom. 

He took out a five hundred rupee note from his pocket and, inserting his hand behind the neckline of her kurta, placed it inside her bra, between both her breasts, in close proximity to her mangalsutra. 

As a final act of violation, he licked the mole above her lips. “You were a great fuck, Prerna!” he said, before leaving.

The sound of her first name being spoken by her rapist brought her to reality. She immediately locked the toilet door from inside and looked at her in the mirror. There was a slight cut on her forehead, but it wasn’t bleeding. She washed her face with water, again and again, till it became numb with cold. Scared, dazed and scarred, she couldn’t think of anything else to do there. 

After making sure that her outer appearance was okay, she stepped back into the vestibule (now brightly lit again) and headed back to her berth. 

There was no sign of the man who had altered her internal appearance forever. Everyone was sleeping soundly, exactly as before. As she stepped back on to her berth, she felt a blob of her rapist’s semen ooze out of her asshole and at the same time became aware of something pricking the skin in her cleavage. 

Lying down on her berth, panty-less, her ass cheeks wet with her rapist’s semen, she retrieved the five hundred rupee note he had placed in her bra, as a payment for her services to him, making her ‘his’ whore! She looked at her watch; it read 3:20 AM. In just 20 minutes, Prerna had been transformed from a newlywed wife to a cheap whore by a man who had forcefully violated her ‘inner appearance’. 

She closed her eyes, in an attempt to draw a curtain on the night’s event; but she couldn’t close her mind. She lay awake for the remaining part of the night, tightly clutching the five hundred rupee note in her right hand, as the voice of her rapist calling her by her first name, reverberated in her ears.

 

[usaiha2]

Secret Formula for Marital Bliss

by = mintabal3239

"Your husband's eyes light up when we mention your name, Subbu" said the lady, "you have to tell me what you do to make him love you so much." 

"Do they, Kiran madam?" Subbu was immensely pleased to hear that. 

"They do without any doubt. How do you manage that?"

The questioner was in her early forties. Though plainly dressed, she had the bearing of a person with considerable means. Appearances in this case did not belie; her husband was the owner of two of the largest cotton mills in Mumbai. 

The scene was the drawing room of the lady's bungalow. 

Subbu's husband was assistant manager in the mill. It is not usual for mill owner's wives to be interested in the brightness level of the eyes of their assistant managers, nor is it a common practice for their wives to sit in the drawing room of the owner's house on terms of equality. But assistant manager Raman's duties were mostly to attend to the various needs of the owner's household. He was so popular with members of the family that he held the brevet rank of a close relation. He was in a way closer than close relatives, for he being a Tamilian he did not know Gujarathi, and they could speak freely in his presence with no chance of family secrets leaking out.

--

Subbu arrived in Mumbai four years ago as a nineteen-year-old fresh bride. She was a surprise. Her husband had the deportment and bearing to move in elite circles with ease, but his wife was straight from the village. She, with training, learnt the use of the spoon; the fork however still remained a mystery. 

She was so unselfconscious and genial that the owner's wife took a liking to her. Her English, spoken with Tamil syntax, was fun to hear, but her attempt to speak Gujarathi made even the stoniest of faces to break into a smile. 

On occasional afternoons when she was free the mill owner's wife invited Subbu to her home to prepare South Indian savories, which Subbu did expertly. It was in one of these sessions that the tendency for the assistant manager's eyes to light up when someone mentioned his wife's name became the topic of discussion. 

--

This was not an easy question to answer. Subbu stared knowing not what to say.

"Subbu, I have to explain; I have been too abrupt. My husband and I are drifting apart. This is sad but it is so. He is a lonely man. He has lately taken to drinking more than is good for him. A man with a wife and child has no business to be lonely. Subbu, I want you to change that. You have to tell me what I should do."

"I would be most happy to help you madam, but I am so inexperienced that it is funny that you should ask me." 

"I feel you have the secret formula to keep husbands happy. You tell me what you do and I will do the same. I have been thinking about it for some time now. I have framed some questions to ask you. You have to answer that. It is as simple as that." 

"Yes madam. But I must tell you that you are putting me a very embarrassing position."

"No, Subbu. For the moment you are not the assistant manager's wife. You are my teacher and I am your pupil. Now tell me what is the most important duty of a wife to her husband?" 

Pat came the reply. 

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"Satisfy his sexual needs." Subbu said it with such a serious face that the lady laughed.

"You have to explain."

"We can allow cooks to prepare food for husbands, and friends to provide companionship, but sex is our monopoly. It is similar to the mother's duty of feeding her baby. It is her exclusive duty. And attending to the sexual needs of the husband has to be done with the same devotion and love that mothers show to their babies."

"Mothering a baby and cuddling a husband, are they the same?"

"Cuddling the husband is more onerous madam. Babies can have milk from the bottle, but husbands who want to be respectable citizens can have sex only from their wives. That puts a great responsibility on the wife. 

"You mean putting him off by pretending headaches is no good."

"No Kiran madam. Would a mother say she has backache and allow her hungry baby to cry? We are in it for joy as much as he. We have to get into it in that spirit. You have to be at it at all times he is at home. 

"Having sex at all times of the day could be difficult Subbu."

"Not having sex all the time," said Subbu and laughed. "Getting him and yourself into a mood for eventual sex is a full time job. Anything that spoils the mood one should avoid. The job has to start in the morning. When I bring him bed coffee I kiss him."

"No problem that, I have done that at one time. I can restart, though that would puzzle him. What next?"

"Not just a kiss madam. You have to say tender things, and he will do things to you, and you have to do things to him."

"What is this doing things?"

"Feeling the body madam."

"Oh! You allow him?"

"No madam, I invite him. I offer him."

"Hmmm, and he offers you."

"If not I take it. It is mine by right."

"One thing may lead to another, won't it."

"It can, and is there a more wonderful way of starting the day madam?"

"Indeed. Subbu, you are taking me to places where the air is very rarified. Next."

"Before he goes to office he must see me without clothes on at least once." The lady collapsed laughing, but Subbu was serious. She appeared to disapprove of the other's levity on a topic that demanded reverence, and that made it even funnier; Kiran continued to laugh. 

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"Before you go any further tell me who taught you all this."


"My mother."

"Your mother?"

"It is the mother's duty to tell the daughter about sex.

"Then I'll have to tell Sushma? I'd die rather than speak to her about these things. Did not your mother feel extremely embarrassed?" 

"Probably not madam. In villages we are a lot more free about sex then in the city."

"The idea I suppose of showing your bare body is to fix your image in his mind to the exclusion of others."

"Mother did not explain the reasons, but that is possibly what is intended."

"How do you manage to show him your bare body every morning?"

"Easy madam. One day I will ask him to bring the towel to the bathroom; another day I will come out of the bathroom to wipe and dress, and so on. But in my house there are not half a dozen maids to disturb me, of course."

"Maids can be a nuisance, but we can always ask them to keep away. What next."

"You must know what type your husband belongs to."

"Type? A, B, AB and O?"

"Sorry madam, not the blood type."

"Good, bad and ugly?" 

"That's for the security officer. Type was the wrong word to use. I should have said preferences. Does he want his wife to be clean shaven, or natural, or is being either way OK with him."

"Shaven?"

"Yes, shaven."

"Oh! Shaven," Kiran said and again collapsed in laughter. But teacher felt that the time has come for a gentle reprimand. 

"Sorry madam, but this is not a topic one should laugh about."

"Sorry miss. I'll make a note of it. Is it that important?"

"My mother says that it is a very important detail."

"So some men you say prefer it smooth, some want it luxuriant, and for some either is all right. I do not want to differ from your mother, but I am skeptical of it being very important. In your experience was it important?" 

Subbu became glassy eyed at the recollection. "Madam, I'd rather not tell," she said bashfully. 

"But you must Subbu. You are the teacher. You have to clear the pupil's doubts."

Subbu blushed profusely. She waited to store up sufficient courage to speak.

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"He rubbed his cheeks on it," she said hurriedly. "Sorry madam, I feel uncomfortable talking this way to you. I have taken you at your word that you are my pupil. I hope I do not exceed my limits."

"Subbu as far as this sex thing is concerned you are my guru. If you want a cane to correct your pupil I can provide you one." Subbu found this so funny that he laughed out loud.

"That won't be necessary."

"So he likes it smooth?"

"As smooth as glass globes." Subbu giggled.

"Won't his scruffy cheeks hurt you?"

"He shaves on those days."

"How does he know that it is that day?"

"I place his shaving kit prominently in the bath room." 

The lady looked at Subbu in open admiration. 

"Subbu, you and your mother must write a book."

"I'll tell my mother. She would be thrilled to hear that."

"So every night you have it."

"This idea that sex is for night must go." Subbu's tone was severe. "Men like to have it in daylight. Whenever possible have it in daytime, and in night have the lights on. Men like to have the lights on. Every day the wife must find out if her man is in a mood for it, and if he is, she must participate with enthusiasm even if she is not fully for it."

"So lesson one is to diagnose his preference and give it to him in quantity."

"Sorry madam, in quality too."

"When are you teaching me that? In lesson two?"

"Yes madam. I would be talking about foreplay. But don't you feel that before we go to that you should try out what we have discussed."

"You mean I must pass the practical exam before entering the second semester."

"You are putting it in a very funny way Kiran madam. Yes, if you agree."

"What the guru says the disciple follows implicitly."

* * *

[usaiha2]

About two weeks after the conversation recorded in the previous section a gala function was taking place in one of the very special halls in Mumbai. Many multimillionaire mill owners graced the function, and their wives provided glitter to the occasion. 


A raised section of the platform was for the VIPs, and Kiran was bustling about. Raman was there of course. His duty was to see that the elite among the guests were comfortable. Subbu was at floor level along with the lesser lights. In her traditional Conjeevaram sari she was a stand out. 

Then something unusual happened that got the women on the floor befuddled. 

Kiran, one of the biggest of the big ladies, literally came down to move on terms of familiarity with a mere assistant manager's wife. 

Kiran must have espied Subbu in the crowd for she made straight for her. She pulled her to one side and said something to her in a conspiratorial whisper. 

They both laughed. 

The befuddlement of the women on the floor of the hall would have been total if they had heard the conversation between the two. 

This was what they spoke:

"Subbu I am excited."

"You mean our plan is working?"

"Your plan Subbu, don't mistake that. It's working wonders. I am in the thick of a second honeymoon. I'll tell you all tomorrow."

"Congratulations madam."

"Thanks, but about his preference, I suspect he wants it natural"

"Why do you say that, madam?"

"He did not comment, but what he did the next evening is significant. He presented me with a big bottle of hair growth lotion!"

[usaiha2]

Consequences

"Mr. and Mrs. Choudhury" the nurse called. "The doctor will see you now. This way, please."

We followed her into Prakash's office, me admiring the sway of her trim hips, Menka poking me in the ribs as she saw my gaze.

"Sunil, Menka, please, have a seat," said Dr. Prakash Mathoor, a friend and neighbor for years.

"Look, I have good news and bad news. The results of your test have come back, Menka. It appears that you have an especially virulent and uncommon case of vaginitis. That's the bad news. The good news is that's it's certainly treatable, but in your case, treatment will take a few months. Sunil, the bad news for you is that that part of Menka's anatomy is out of bounds for you for at least 4 to 6 months.

We both breathed a sigh of relief that it wasn't more serious than that. While I was a bit disappointed, I realized that my disappointment didn't go very deep. It's not as if we had a passionate sex life, in fact, it was very mundane and sporadic. 

I looked over at Menka and was a little surprised to see a small smile come to her lips then vanish quickly.

"Whew," I exclaimed. "Thank goodness that's all it is......"

Menka interrupted, "Explain the treatment, Prakash. I hope that it doesn't involve going to the hospital.

"No, no, Menka. I will give you a prescription for vaginal suppositories. You are to insert one every morning after your shower and at night before bedtime. This is the treatment recommended and it's more than 99 percent effective. You'll be fine," assured Prakash.

So, with prescription in hand, we left Prakash's office and headed for home. I asked Menka if she wanted me to fill the script for her, but she shook her head and told me that she would take care of it. We drove in comfortable silence and I gave some thought to the fact that I wouldn't be having intercourse with Menka for almost half a year.

It's funny, while I was a little upset; I found that I didn't have a deep sense of disappointment. I found myself a bit surprised that I was only a "little" upset. I glanced over at Menka and again found myself proud of how she had managed to keep herself so trim and fit. We belong to the club at our community and Menka has taken full advantage of their facilities to keep toned. Damn, she looked good despite her 45 years. I really believe that she weighs no more now than when we first married. Also, her early morning I hour treadmill certainly helped her maintain a sensible weight.

So why was our sex life so boring? I know that I'm now almost 50, but that shouldn't mean that I should be virtually celibate. I still had no problem getting it up, so to speak, so why didn't I find having sex with Menka more exciting? I knew that I still looked fairly good. I was just a bit heavier, but the extra 10 pounds or so was well distributed over my 6 foot frame. My dark hair was still full, although there were a few silver strands showing at my temples. Shit, I thought that made me look distinguished.

Damn, when we were first married, and even for years after, we screwed like rabbits. Okay, by the time we entered our 40s we did slow down a bit. Instead of 4 or 5 times a week, we were still being intimate at least a couple of times a week. But it wasn't only the frequency of sex, it was the quality. We had been loving and we showed it. It was my fondest desire to make sure that Menka had orgasms and fully enjoy intimacy, and I truly believe she felt the same way. We loved doing for each other.

We'd been married now for almost 25 years and they have been, at least in my mind, very good ones. We met through a mutual friend my first year out of law college. I almost swallowed my tongue the first time I saw her. About 5' 5" tall, a beautiful figure, short, light black hair and flashing gray eyes. The whole package almost had me hooked. We hit it off immediately, dated for a year and married. The children came rapidly. Menka wanted children and she wanted them as soon as possible. Rahul was born a year after we married and Soni 15 months after that. Menka took the appropriate maternity leave and went back to work as soon as we were comfortable leaving the kids in day care. Rahul's now married and Soni is a doing her graduation in college. 

But things had very gradually changed over the past few months. Our coupling now was almost mechanical. Menka would not initiate sex and when I did, she would comply, but with little enthusiasm. That kind of response can deaden one's desire, as it did mine. I guess it was just easier to not approach her. I just didn't enjoy making love to a woman who might as well be sleeping. 

I sighed and thought to myself, "I guess it won't be all that tough for me to stop having intercourse with Menka. It's not as if it's been all that wonderful anyway."

##

  

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The next week was busy for me. I am a lawyer and a partner with a firm in center city and we were scrambling to put the finishing touches on a proposal for a prospective client. Landing this one would bring in a bundle of cash to the firm, so I was leaving the house early and coming home late. 

Thank goodness I had Sonali Desi, another partner in the firm, working with me. She was sharp and perceptive and I knew that the success of the project would be in no small part due to her participation.

Menka understood, she had been through times like this before and she understood how it worked. We would be frantic for a couple of weeks, and then things would settle down and we could resume a normal life again.

Menka was busy herself. She would leave for work not long after I did. She worked for the same medical supply company since graduating from college and was now a senior sales associate. Her income still amazed me, it ran well into six figures. You can guess that we lived very well.


##


It was on a Saturday, a couple of weeks later, that I managed to get a splinter in my finger while puttering in the garage and I couldn't get the damned thing out. Menka wasn't home yet, so I went upstairs into her closet and looked for her sewing kit for a needle to pry the sliver out. I then discovered, wedged behind a piece of luggage, a shopping bag from Westside mall. My curiosity got the better of me and I took the bag out and looked inside. I removed the box and opened it. Wow, a gorgeous negligee, transparent and very short. A very brief pair of panties accompanied it.

"oooooo," I thought. "My sex life is going to be picking up. I'll not spoil Menka's surprise." So I carefully repacked everything and put it all back where I found it. Now all I had to do is wait until Menka completed the treatments. When that was done with, we would celebrate in style. I hummed as I returned to the garage, totally forgetting about the splinter.

##

A few weeks later, as we were sitting watching the late news one evening, I turned to her and asked, "Menka, when you're in Muzaffarnagar tomorrow, could you stop and get some cake from the PapaaJi’s Bakery?" 

I loved that stuff. You see, Menka would drive into Muzaffarnagar every Friday to supervise a production unit of her company. A few months ago she had decided it would be easier to stay over in her company guest house and drive back to Delhi Saturday morning. That was better than fighting the traffic Friday evening. 

I was a little taken aback to see a flash of annoyance cross her face.

"I'll try, Sunil, but you know how busy I get when I'm in the Muzaffarnagar, so don't get your hopes up," she replied rather sharply. She then turned her attention back to the T.V.

What the hell was that all about? I wondered. I didn't mention it again, but I noticed that she returned on Saturday without my PapaaJi’s cake and also without any mention of it. I was irritated, but decided not to make an issue of it. I was aware that our relationship over the past few months was not exactly loving. We tended to get annoyed at each other at the slightest provocation. I wondered where the love and caring had gone.

I started to wonder about our marriage. Is this what my future was going to be like? The indifference, the boredom, the lack of any meaningful intimacy, and I don't mean only sexual. For the first time I began to contemplate a future which looked rather bleak. It was in this frame of mind that I waited for an opportune time, a time when we both were relaxed and lounging in our rooftop at Sunday.

"Menka, I really need to have a serious conversation with you," I began.

Menka looked up at me with that same flash of annoyance. This time I just ignored it and bulled my way forward.

"You have to realize that there's obviously something wrong with our marriage. We don't seem to care as much for each other as we once did. We argue about silly things much more than are good for this relationship. Instead of conversations, we walk around almost ignoring each other. " I paused briefly and then asked, "Menka, are you having an affair? Do you still love me?"

I saw her tense and her eyes harden briefly. She arose, came over to me and seated herself close to my side. "Oh Sunil, don't be silly. You know that I love you," she said softly as she reached to caress my cheek.

"And you're right, of course. We are drifting apart; we have to remember why we're together. I have to remember. I'm sorry, Sunil. I know that I have been difficult to live with lately. I don't know why that is, but things will be different now. I think I needed to hear how you felt. Thanks, sona," she murmured as she bent over to kiss me briefly.

I felt reassured, I really did. I recognized that all marriages go through something like this, a time when spouses take each other for granted. Fortunately, we saw that and we would take steps to overcome the ennui. So why was I uneasy? And why did Menka never meet my eyes as she professed her love for me?

Things did change and the next couple of months were dramatically better. Menka was much more solicitous and took the time to do the small things that mean so much in a union.

I was happy that I had had that conversation with her. In fact, the very next Saturday, she brought home a PapaaJi’s cake for me. I was tickled pink with her thoughtfulness as well as the cake. 

##

Then, almost imperceptibly, the kind and gentle Menka started to disappear again. Slowly, the indifference and coolness returned. I have to emphasize, there was never an overt act of cruelty, no anger, no acts of viciousness or spitefulness That would have required some passion. That was the nub of the problem as I saw it. All of the passion had vanished from our marriage.

I was at a loss. I really didn't know what to do, what further steps to take. I wasn't about the have the same conversation. I decided to just take a breath, step back, and try to find a reason for Menka's withdrawal. Could it be that she was just complacent after almost 25 years of marriage? Or was it something more serious? 

It was in this frame of mind that I began to become more observant. Yeah, it was in the back of my mind, way in back and I tried to keep it there, but the first creeping doubts about Menka's fidelity came slithering out. I was pretty sure I was being foolish, but the uncertainty was there. No use trying to pretend. But this was a stretch, I told myself. But was it? She certainly had ample opportunity to stray. I shook my head, admitting that I may be becoming paranoid. 

Just to reassure myself, the following Friday I again went into Menka's closet, searching for that negligee. It wasn't there, it was gone. I felt my heart rate go up, but I sat back and tried to calm down. I then went into her dresser and found her underwear drawer. I found it full of underwear, amazing. I really started to feel foolish, almost like a character in a romance novel - the dorky, unsuspecting husband. I then proceeded to her walk-in closet. I stood still for a moment, overwhelmed with the vast array of clothing.

I then turned my eyes to a wall of shoes, all neatly stacked on shelves in their boxes. On a sudden impulse I pulled a boot box out from the bottom of a shelf. It was oversized and she had half a dozen of them. I found the negligee. There were no tags on it now, nor on the panties. They had company. There was a collection of sexy and provocative underwear there and in two other boxes. Three of the large boxes were filled with bra’s.

I suddenly sat back and tried to catch my breath. I was having problem in breathing, like all the air had been sucked off the planet. At the bottom of the last box I had discovered a small, circular container of pills. Small, purple pills - a months supply. I knew what they were; she had taken them before my vasectomy almost ten years ago. Birth control pills, and a months supply, none missing. Was this a stash for when she used up what she had hidden somewhere else?

It looked like all of my questions were answered, all of my doubts confirmed. I finally had the answers I needed, my confusion resolved. So why was I feeling like shit? I blinked away the tears that had started to fill my eyes. I fought back the nausea that threatened and took long, deep breaths. I quickly but neatly put everything back as I had found it and walked out of the bedroom and down the stairs. I thought, I needed a clear head. I walked out onto the terrace, sat and began to think.

I tried to steel myself. I tried to put my thoughts in order and come to some decisions concerning plans for the immediate future. I couldn't - I just couldn't think straight. I felt my insides churn. I felt myself sweating, flushing and then turning cold, shivering. I felt inundated, overwhelmed with a sense of desolation and sorrow. It actually felt like my life had ended. I loved this woman with every fiber of my being and she had deliberately and coldly betrayed that love.

I started to feel another emotion - anger. No, not anger, rage. I shook with ire; I saw that I had clenched my firsts, digging my nails into my palms. So I sat there, for what seemed like hours, but was probably no more than 30 minutes or so, alternating between sorrow and rage. 

I thought about divorce and knew for certain that that at least was going to happen. I'm not a divorce lawyer, but I knew that this state allowed fault and no-fault divorces. I also knew that adultery was good cause for a fault divorce. Her rights to the distribution of our assets would be impacted negatively. I also realized that I really didn't give a shit. We both had money to spare - I didn't want to go through the hassle. But I did know that I needed hard evidence, evidence that I didn't as yet have.

My brain had started to work again. I began making plans, tentative, but at least I had started to think. A thought stuck me and I headed up the stairs again. I entered the bathroom and looked at Menka's "stuff" around her sink area. I didn't know what half of that crap was. I started to rummage carefully through the small bags and plastic boxes. At the bottom of a large make-up bag I found what I was looking for. A small, circular container of the birth control pills. It appeared that she would take her daily pill while occupied in the bathroom - clever. There were 5 pills left - it looked like she would soon be using her hidden stash.

##

[usaiha2]

I didn't know if this was going to work, but it would be an interesting experiment. 

I quickly went to her closet and pulled out the appropriate box, reached in and extracted the full container of pills. I then rushed downstairs, emptied all of them into a glass dish and placed them in the microwave oven. I nuked the suckers for 60 seconds. I then took the pills out and examined them - I didn't see any change and breathed a sigh of relief. 

I carefully placed each pill back in the container and carefully put it back in the shoe box. I had no idea if I had destroyed the effectiveness of the pills, but the next few weeks were going to be very interesting. 

I had another thought and ran up the stairs and got her remaining 5 pills and nuked them also. 

I had a stray idea; perhaps I should apply for a research grant from Tata Institute for Fundamental Research.


##


The weekend was uneventful. Since Menka was paying so little attention to me anyway, I was able to react normally. I stayed away from her as much as possible on Saturday and Sunday and she took no notice of that. A pretty good indication of the state of the marriage.

It was with a sense of relief that I went into the office on Monday morning. I was sitting at my desk, just staring out of the window, when Sonali walked in.

"Okay, Sunil. What's the problem? I know you well enough to know when's something's gnawing at you. Talk to me, pl."

I looked at her fondly. What a terrific girl. She's been with the firm for over 8 years now and I thanked our lucky stars that we had the good sense to hire her. Now, due to her work ethic and intelligence she had made partner. Of course, I was the first to admit, her good looks and great body didn't hurt either. She was in her mid 40s and had divorced a short while before starting work here. 

I thought for a few moments and wondered if I should confide in her. You see, over the past few years Sonali had become rather close to Menka, they had become very good friends. They even managed to get together every couple of weeks for lunch or shopping. Despite, or maybe because of that, I went ahead. Maybe, in this case, two heads would be better than one.

"Menka's having an affair and I think that it's been going on for awhile now." 

Sonali's mouth had dropped open. She looked kind of funny sitting there like that. Her mouth snapped shut and she then said, "Okay, Sunil. Why do you think that"? The lawyer in her had taken over.

So I gave her everything that I had. How our relationship had slowly gone downhill, my discoveries on Friday of, but not what I had done to, the little purple pills. I don't know why I didn't tell her about that, but kept that a secret for the time being.

Sonali sat, thoughtful, for awhile. " What are you going to do, Sunil? I would urge you to give yourself sometime before taking any drastic action. Get yourself together, this is still very fresh so make sure that you act sensibly." Then, with a puzzled look in her eyes, she said, "Tell me again about her medical condition," 

Her mobile went off and she muttered, "Shit, my client is here. I have to go. But Sunil, keep me informed. Let me help however I can. I'll stop by later, I want to ask you a question."

I nodded and thanked her as she sped off. I knew what my next step was going to be and I pulled the phone over and punched in a number.

"Good morning, Sarkar's" a female voice answered.

"Hi, Aditi. It's Sunil Choudhury. Is Tarun in?"

"Oh, hi Mr. Chudhury. I'll ring him for you." she replied.

In a few seconds, Tarun Sarkar came on the line. "Hi Sunil, how are you/"

"Not wonderful, Tarun. I need your services and sooner rather then later. Can you come over now?"

He heard the tension in my voice. "I'll see you in around 30 minutes, Sunil."

True to his word, Tarun Sarkar was sitting in a chair in my office as promised. I felt better just having him near. He was the head of a private investigation service that the office used quite frequently. Tarun was efficient, discreet and very ethical, or as ethical as you can be considering his profession. I gave Tarun all of the facts and my suspicions, again not mentioning what I had done to the birth control pills, and I wondered to myself why I was not sharing this. What the hell, it had no bearing on what I would eventually do anyway, I rationalized.

Tarun sat and only interrupted to ask a few questions occasionally. When I had finished, he just shook his head. "Damn, Sunil. I'm really sorry; I don't know what else to say, but that's neither here or there. I'm assuming that you want definitive evidence of any infidelity, right?"

I just nodded, unable to speak. This was now heading into another phase, a rather sordid and unsavory phase.

"Based on what you've told me, the weekends, from Saturday afternoon until Monday morning, are not in question." Tarun continued. "So we have to monitor your wife's activities from Monday until she leaves for Muzaffarnagar on Friday morning. Let's see if there's anything out of the ordinary during those days. You realize, of course, that it's her time in Muzaffarnagar that we have to examine very carefully. What Guest House does she use?"

I gave him that information about her company guest house and he seemed pleased. 

"Very good, Sunil. I know the house keeping manager there and I'm sure that we'll be able to cover everything that happens during the time that she's there. I'll be getting back to you as soon as I have anything." 

He rose and turned to leave, then stopped and looked at me with sympathy in his gaze. "Look, Sunil. Just hang in, don't do anything out of the ordinary. Can you do that?"

I again nodded. He shook his head and walked out of my office. 

I sat there, a little shaken. This thing was now taking on a life of it's own. I had lost a bit of control and I felt a bit lost. I tried to examine my feelings for Menka. I found that I loved her, but I also hated her. I hated what she was doing and I hated her betrayal and her infidelity. I wondered if I would be able to forgive her. Forgive her fucking someone else. Forgive her for betraying our marriage vows. Forgive her for the humiliation I felt. Forgive her for the lies and contempt she has shown for our marriage. I smiled bitterly, I would miss the PapaaJi’s cake


##


The week was difficult at the office and at home. It seemed that I couldn't keep my mind on the things that needed my attention at work. 

At home it took everything I had to maintain a semblance of normality. Actually, it wasn't all that difficult. As usual, Menka seemed preoccupied. I'm not sure she would have even noticed if I had a heart attack and died in bed. 

--

Tarun called me in the office on Friday morning. "Sunil, I have nothing for you at the present. Menka's activities have been entirely normal, nothing out of the ordinary. We're now going to concentrate on what she does in the Muzaffarnagar. I have spoken to my contact in the Guest house and everything is covered. I'll get back to you Monday morning. I have your cell phone number and I'll call you on Saturday with a preliminary report. Is that ok?" he asked.

I indicated that that would be fine. I dropped the phone on its base and swallowed. This was coming to a head now and I was frightened, frightened of the future. I realized that I would have to make decisions. I had been putting it off. I realized that I would have to begin giving my future some thought, but first I wanted to hear from Tarun.

##

[usaiha2]

I was in the garage Saturday afternoon putting a garden spade away when my cell phone vibrated in my pocket. I looked out and saw Menka in the kitchen. I answered it - it was Tarun.


"Hi, Sunil. It's not good news. Let me give you some information, you'll get a DVD and two copies and our complete report plus two copies Monday morning in your office. Is that okay?"

I muttered an assent and found my hand trembling a bit. He paused and continued.

"Menka checked into the Guest House around 10 a.m. Friday morning. A Guest house worker took her bag up to her room. She visited two large medical practices and then had lunch around 12. After lunch she visited a dental supply house where she spent about an hour and a half. She returned to the Guest House around 3, went up to her room, undressed and showered. She did not dress after her shower, she just threw on a lightweight Nighti. She called down for a coffee which was delivered about 20 minutes later. A guy showed up around 4" 

Tarun cleared his throat. "The guy's name is Prakash Mathoor. He's an MD and lives not far from you. I assume you know him." Tarun stated more than asked.

"Okay, Tarun. Make sure to send over to me everything you have on Monday. I'll take it from there, and Tarun, thanks, I appreciate your help." I managed to get out.

We said our goodbyes and I clicked the phone off. I was not surprised, I had already figured out who she was fucking. My first clue were the little purple pills. I knew that she needed a Rx for them and I also knew that Prakash was her gynecologist. The clincher was the bullshit about her vaginitis. Sonali had clued me in about that and I had checked the Internet. Getting over that condition seldom took over a week, and never 6 months. So it wasn't too difficult to put two and two together and I sure wasn't getting five. 

They must have gotten a real laugh about cutting me off. The poor schmuck of a husband not getting any loving from his devoted wife while she's screwing another guy's brains out. A light suddenly went on in my head. I was finally aware of why I had not shared what I had done to Menka's birth control pills. I was ashamed of myself. After all, that really was a rotten thing to do. But guess what, I was no longer ashamed. The shame was gone - fuck her, fuck them both. 

The anger had taken hold now and was keeping my sorrow and grief at bay. But the anger I now felt was not the rage that had consumed me. This was a cold, calculated and bitter fury. I wanted to strike out at both of them, I wanted them to hurt as I now hurt. Menka had proved to be a betrayer and her lover no better. He had a wife and a profession - he risked much for an illicit piece of ass.

I am by nature not a devious man and I made no devious plans. Whatever action I would take would be straightforward and direct. I had no need to be devious. My plan was simplicity itself and would prove to be as devastating as the most nefarious plot. Now the trick was to act as if I suspected nothing. I just had to be my usual pleasant and unsuspecting fool of a husband. I think I may have gotten a Film fare awards for how I controlled myself during that weekend.

--

I left the house early on Monday; I was gone before Menka was out of bed. I just couldn't bring myself to face her again. I got to the office early, make myself some coffee and sat at my desk and waited. People began to drift in, but since my door was closed I was not bothered. I notified my secretary, Pam, that I would not be accepting any calls except from Tarun Sarkar and that I would be expecting a package which she should immediately bring in to me when it arrived.

Ten minutes later my office door opened and Sonali walked in and plopped herself in a chair. Pam knew better then to even try to intercept her. 

"Sunil, you know that Menka and I have become close friends. I fear for your future together. Talk to me, Sunil. Tell me what's going on, please," she pleaded.

"Sonali, for your own sake I'm not going to tell you anything. Things will be coming to a head very soon, you'll then know the whole story. Until then, I have to ask that you not get involved in this mess, for your own good as well as for mine. Do you understand what I'm telling you?" I said as I looked directly at her.

Sonali nodded and I noticed the tears in her eyes. She rose and turned to me. "You know that I'll do whatever I can for both of you. But also know that I won't abandon Menka."

"You're a good friend, Sonali. I know that you'll do whatever you think is best," I replied quietly. 

A few minutes after Sonali had gone, Pam entered my office with a package. I told her that I wanted to interruptions for the next couple of hours - no calls and no visitors.

I have to admit that I had a lump in my throat as I unwrapped the package. Inside the plain, brown box were the three reports from Tarun as well as the three DVDs. I opened my laptop and inserted the disc. It opened with a view of a typical Guest House room with a king sized bed in the middle of it. I could see a portion of the bathroom and noticed the large mirror over the dresser. I then saw a Guest house worker enter the room carrying a piece of luggage that I recognized as my wife's. He placed it on the floor and I then saw his back as he turned to leave. There was no view of the door or arch into the room. The time stamp told me that it was 10:20 a.m.

The screen flickered and I saw Menka enter the room. The time read 3:03 p.m. I watched as she shook her office bag from her shoulders and dbangd it across a chair. She looked at herself in the mirror and smoothed an eyebrow. She then proceeded to remove her saree and unbutton her blouse which she threw in the direction of the chair. My eyes narrowed as I saw the bra she had on. The bottoms of her breasts were barely supported by the half bra, leaving her nipples exposed. They looked distended, probably by the friction of the blouse.

She then removed the lace of her petticoat and stepped out of it. She pulled the panties off of her hips and let them fall to the floor. I took in a sharp breath when I saw that she had shaved her pubes. She was as bare as a baby. She moved into the bathroom and I saw her perch on the john. There was the sound of her tinkling and then she wiped herself briefly, rose and moved out of sight. I then heard the shower turn on.

It wasn't long before I saw Menka return to the bedroom drying herself with a large bath towel. I had to admit that, even after all the years, she had kept her body firm and fit. Her breasts had little sag in them and her stomach had just the slightest roundness. Below her stomach her hairless mound of venus appeared to be almost obscene, almost as if it was borrowed from a prepubescent young girl. I suddenly realized that for the first time since I bedded this woman, her nakedness did not arouse me. I didn't have a hard-on, all I felt was bitterness and anger. She threw a lightweight short nighti on and poured herself a glass of water and turned on the TV.

I fast-forwarded the disc until I saw a male enter the bedroom with a small case in his hand. The time-stamp read 4:04 p.m. I saw Prakash Mathoor approach Menka who was sprawled upon a chaise. They had yet to say a word. He stood by her as she smiled up at him and slowly opened her thighs revealing her shaved pudenda under the folds of the Nighti. 

I heard him gasp, "Ummmmm, Menka. You did it. Ufffffff, it looks great. Don't move a muscle, stay just as you are."


I watched him quickly shed his clothing and kneel by the foot of the chaise. He face was inches from her pussy. He then moved forward, extended his tongue, and slowly allowed it to slide along the lips of her labia which were now becoming quite moist. He then buried his mouth in her crotch and it wasn't long before I saw Menka tense, clutch his head in her hands, and orgasm. It was almost clinical, as if I were watching a porn movie. No, not even that, it was as if I were watching two animal’s rut.

I saw them both rise and move to the bed where they snuggled for a bit. I was suddenly aware that there was almost no conversation between the two, almost as if this was such a common occurrence for them that words were not necessary.

The camera must have been planted so as to give a view from the foot of the bed. I saw Menka reach down and grasp her lover's cock, stroking it slowly. She then moved down and engulfed the head of his cock. Her mouth moved slowly up and down his shaft and I could streaks of her saliva coating the flesh of his prick. I then heard her murmur, "We don't want to waste that erection, Prakash. I have something warm and snug waiting for it."

With that I saw her move astride him. I watched as her ass moved slowly above his erection. I watched as she bent over a bit, grasped him and placed the head of his dick at the entrance to her pussy. I watched as she slowly lowered herself. I saw her lips spread to accommodate the invasion of his cock. I saw her slowly sink upon him until he was fully imbedded. 

I tore my eyes away from the screen. I couldn't watch and my vision was blurred by my sudden tears. I felt myself hyperventilating and I struggled to calm my breathing. It was a few moments before I could bring myself to watch the activities in that room again. I saw that their position had changed - he was now on top of her, his ass moving rapidly up and down. He tensed and I heard him mutter, "Ohhhh, I'm gonna come. Ohhh, I'm coming, coming, coming." Moments later I saw him fall beside her, exhausted. In the brief moment before Menka closed her legs I saw her pussy wide open, semen flowing out and down the crack of her ass. Sure, no condoms necessary. 

I shut down the DVD, removed it from the laptop and placed it back in its sleeve. I took the reports and the DVDs and locked them in my office safe. I had absolutely no desire to see any more and I really had no interest in reading the detailed report that Tarun had sent to me. I just sat and gazed out of the window. I felt totally numb, almost like I was out of body. I recognized that I was in shock and I struggled to regain my mental equilibrium. I took a deep breath and I knew what I had to do.

The tasks I had set out for myself that day and the days after seemed to calm me. I kept busy with my plans and with the day to day activities that were work related. I was now grateful for Menka's continued indifference and withdrawal. It made it easier for me to act the unsuspecting husband. Thank goodness I wouldn't have to keep up the act for too much longer.

##

[usaiha2]

On Wednesday I called Tarun Sarkar. "Tarun, can you get me a key for that room in Muzaffarnagar?"


He knew exactly what room I was talking about. "Whoa, Sunil. Calm down. I don't like what I'm hearing. You're smart enough to recognize the foolishness of doing anything violent."

"Tarun, I assure you that I have absolutely no intention of becoming violent. I just think that it would be most appropriate if I showed up there and had a little conversation with my wife and her lover. I absolutely promise that there will be no violence. Trust me, Tarun." 

There was a pause on the line and I heard the hesitation in his voice. "Ok, Sunil. I'm trusting you on this, please don't disappoint me. I'll get the key over to you by Friday morning."

"Thanks, Tarun. I owe you big time," I said before I replaced the phone on its base.

True to his word, a messenger delivered a sealed envelope early on Friday. I kept busy that morning with mundane tasks then told Pam that I would be out for the rest of the day. She had my cell phone number and would contact me if absolutely necessary.

I slipped behind the wheel of my car and headed out to the highways. I had timed the drive so that I would arrive at the Guest House about 4:30 p.m. I parked my car near the guest house and I looked around as I entered the lobby. The Guest House looked nice, and quite. The lift took me to the 2nd floor and I quickly made my way to their room. I put my ear to the door, but heard nothing.

I quietly unlocked the door and peered in. The door opened to a short hallway with a closet on the right. Beyond that was what appeared to be a small living room. This was obviously like a suite and I heard them from the doorway leading to the bedroom. I moved silently to the partly opened door, opened it further and looked in.

They didn't notice me; I doubt if they would have noticed if M.S Dhoni and his hole Indian cricket team had entered the room. Mathoor was in the midst of an orgasm and he was gasping out the last of his ejaculation. Menka was groaning and her hands were clasped tightly on his shoulders. Ufffff, could I have timed this any better?

"Bravo, bravo. What a performance. Is an encore possible?" I spoke uo loudly while applauding. It was as if a bomb had gone off in the room. Mathoor jumped from between Menka's legs and was standing by the bed clutching a portion of the sheet with which he covered his groin. 

Menka had grabbed the remaining portion of the sheet to her chest. Her eyes were wide with fright and she had turned an interesting shade of gray as she recognized who was standing in the doorway. Mathoor just stood there, mouth agape. Menka had lowered her eyes. I casually moved into the room and took a seat on the chair.

"Ok, Mr. Mathoor. I won't use the term Doctor because it remains to be seen how long you'll be able to retain that title. You have two options which I will explain in detail. Option one: You will close your practice and move out from Delhi. Out of state also includes suburban cities, that's too close. May I suggest Muzaffarnagar; that way you'll still be able to meet my soon to be ex-wife and resume your weekend activities. I'm sure that she would be terribly disappointed if you did not continue fucking her every Friday and Saturday. You will have 30 days to get out.

"Option two: If you refuse option one, I'll bring immediate suit against you. I will also petition the Licensing Board to revoke your license to practice medicine in this state, which I predict would certainly limit gaining access to your profession elsewhere in the country. I don't think that they condone a physician screwing his married patients. I will also provide your wife with ample evidence in any divorce action she takes. You have 60 seconds to make a decision or I will decide what action to take." I raised my wrist and looked at my watch.

After a few seconds I heard him grate, "You son-of-a-bitch."

I raised my eyes in mock surprise. "That's not an answer. You have 20 seconds left."

"You win," he had sagged, his features drawn and frightened now. "I'll move." I saw him shake in anger and frustration. He knew that he really didn't have much of a choice. I had his balls in a vise.

"Wise choice - now get dressed and get the fuck out of here before I change my mind." I snarled.

He quickly dressed, grabbed his bag and without even a glance at Menka, departed.

As the door slammed behind him, I turned my attention to my wife. She was still sitting up in the bed with the sheet still clutched to her chest. I noticed her pallor. Her eyes were still averted, she would not meet my gaze. I saw one tear coursing down her cheek. 

"Menka," I began. "I'm not going to ask why you destroyed our marriage. I don't want to know the reasons behind your adultery. I really don't give a shit about the reasons for your betrayal.

I continued. "I fully intended to destroy you. I intended to bring all of the evidence of your infidelity, written and visual, to court. Our children would have been horrified and your reputation irrevocably shredded, which would have effectively ruined your career with your firm.

"But, I'm not going down that road. I realized that by doing that I would be descending to your level and I would lose my self respect. So I'm filing for a no-fault divorce. I'll let you explain to the kids why we're splitting up. I have already rented an apartment and all of my things should be moved in by the time I leave here. I don't want you contacting me under any circumstances, either in person, by phone or by mail. I would really prefer it if I never saw you again. Right now the sight of you sickens me. Any necessary communication will be through my attorney. The necessary papers will be delivered to you on Monday morning."

To her credit she didn't start with the stale excuses. I didn't hear "oh, I'm so sorry - it was just sex - I love you, not him - I've never done this before - please forgive me - it'll never happen again - I was bored - it was just a fling." I heard none of that sorry shit. She just sat there, pale as a ghost, with her head down. For a brief moment I felt sympathy for her, but I quickly cast that aside. 

I rose, looked at her one last time, turned and quickly walked out of the door and out of her life.

##

Since the divorce was uncontested, it went through relatively quickly. Mathoor had kept his word (like he had a choice?) He was gone in less than a month, his practice sold to a new physician.

Menka had made no attempt to contact me which was a relief. I wanted to put this whole sorry mess behind me as quickly as possible. Did I grieve? Of course I did - it's not easy to move on after being in love with and married to a woman for almost 25 years. Did I have doubts about the action I had taken? No, I knew that I had no other option. So there were many nights that I just stared, unthinking, at television images until the boredom drove me to a sleeping pill and bed.

__

[usaiha2]

Then, on a Sunday afternoon, a few weeks after the final decree, my son showed up on my doorstep. "Hi Papa," he said as he put his arms around me and gave me a hug. 

"Rahul, it's good to see you. Where's your wife? Is everyting ok?" I asked worriedly. 

"No, Papa, everything is not okay, in fact it stinks and I need to talk to you. Soni wanted to come, but I convinced her to let me do this. I didn't want you to think that we were ganging up on you."

"Oh, oh," I thought. "Here it comes." I led my son into the living room and asked if he wanted something to drink. He shook his head and took a breath.

"Papa, Mom is a mess. We're really afraid for her health. She has lost too much weight and she has become a virtual hermit in the house. She told us all about her affair and has accepted the fact that the divorce is totally her fault, but you've got to do something. She's killing herself."

This is not the first time I had heard of Menka's deterioration. Sonali had forced me to listen to her a couple of weeks earlier. I pulled my chair closer to Rahul and tried to explain my predicament. "Rahul," I began. "I could go and see your mother, but it would be futile. She would be able to tell in a second the reason why I had come. She would see that I was there not because I wanted reconciliation, but because of the pressure exerted upon me. I could actually make the situation worse. "

"But why is that impossible, why can't a reconciliation take place? Rahul interrupted. "Papa, Mom is truly sorry. She is ashamed of what she has done. Why can't you at least try to get over this? Why can't you even accept counseling? Why are you being so intransigent." 

"Son," I began. "I'll try to explain, but please, just listen and try to understand. I have given that subject a lot of thought and I'll attempt to explain to you why I feel as I do.

"First of all your mother's infidelity was not a one time event, a temporary loss of judgment, a tipsy, unfortunate mistake that she hadn't planned or anticipated. Her affair was a cold, calculated affair that had been going on for months. She knew what she was doing and the possible consequences. She also knew what the discovery of her adultery would do to me, her loving husband - how it would totally devastate me.

"There is a very good reason why a certain phrase is inserted in almost all wedding vows. It was in mine and it was in yours as well. That phrase is 'forsaking all others.' I know that it sounds trite and old fashioned, but I now understand how important those words are - how critical they are to a marriage.

"Rahul, a marriage is built on love, commitment and trust. I really don't think that anything is as sacred as the physical union between two loving, committed adults and I truly believe that that cannot be shared because sharing it minimizes that love, that bond. That which is shared becomes less valuable and less significant. When a man and a wife join they become one, a union more significant that any partnership. When a spouse breaks those vows and shares himself or herself with another, they in effect are saying that they really do not value their union with their partner. He or she is saying that the physical intimacy in a marriage is not all that important or significant, it can be shared. I cannot accept that.

"Also, it isn't just the adultery, the infidelity that is difficult to overcome. It's also the lying, the cheating, the betrayal, the humiliation that is heaped upon the unsuspecting partner, the total lack of respect shown for the unsuspecting spouse. The cheater is, in effect, saying that the spouse is stupid, deserves to be betrayed, and that their union really does not have all that much value. The cheater may not recognize this motive, but it's there just the same. I truly believe that once the trust is destroyed, the union is over. If a partner cannot be trusted, then the foundation, upon which any partnership is based, is doomed.

"I know that many may view my stubbornness as bullheaded and intolerant - the bitterness of a fool who refuses to give his wife an opportunity to prove her love and loyalty.

They may be right, but I can't help how I feel. I deeply feel the betrayal, the humiliation, the lessening of a sense of myself as a man and a husband. I just can't get over that, Rahul. I just can't." 

"God, Papa. Don't you love Mom anymore?" he asked tearfully.

I couldn't help it, tears started streaming down my face. "I still love your mother, Rahul. That's the hell that I have to live with every day for the rest of my life." I choked out. 

--

Sonali made attempts to speak with me about my divorce. She had remained close to Menka and was giving her whatever support she could. I quite calmly but emphatically told her that it was a topic that I didn't want to talk about. 

--

She got the message and dropped her attempts to get me to open up. Until, one day in my office........

"Sunil, please don't say one word. There's something that you should know and I don't want you to interrupt me." Sonali then took a deep breath. "Sunil, Menka is pregnant!"

I sat there with my mouth open, totally shocked. Then it hit me, I had completely forgotten about how I screwed around with her birth control pills. I hadn't really thought that what I did would prove so effective. Conflicting feelings zipped through my head. The first was regret; I really didn't want to wish this on Menka. This news only made our separation even more inevitable. I just shook my head and sat back in my chair.

Sonali had kept her eyes on me as I reacted to her news. She saw the shock and surprise. "Sunil, you know Menka. She absolutely refuses to even consider an abortion. She has decided to have the child and then give it up for adoption."

"Well, Sonali. Perhaps she should contact Prakash Mathoor and inform him that he's going to be a father again," I replied bitterly. I was immediately sorry for that remark and told Sonali that.

"In any event, Sonali. There's nothing that I can do. As you know, money is not a problem - Menka has plenty and is perfectly able to take the time off to have the baby. I wish her well."

"Damn, Sunil. You have really turned into one cold, heartless bastard." she snapped at me and turned and walked out of my office.

I sat there, stunned. I'm the cold, heartless bastard? I'm the one who screwed around for months behind my wife's back? I'm the one that cut out all sex because of a made-up disease? I realized then that I'll never understand women. When push comes to shove, they band together. Well, that's good in a way. Menka has someone upon which to lean. Good for them both, they deserve each other.

##

[usaiha2]

Well, over the next few months Sonali and I managed to regain at least a semblance of a working relationship, and eventually we regained our friendship. She began to understand how dramatically Menka's unfaithfulness affected me, how devastated I was. She had been so wrapped up in trying to get Menka out of her depression that she had lost sight of her part in our breakup.

-

It was one day in my office that Sonali told me that she finally saw my point of view. "I'm truly sorry, Sunil. I had been so concerned about Menka and what was happening to her that I completely minimized how you must have felt and are feeling. There's no question that you have been treated badly. Menka finally got through to me how horribly she had acted. Please forgive me?"

"Of course, Sonali. I'm just happy that Menka has such a good friend in you. I'm sure that you're a tremendous help to her. I hope that she is coping better?" The question in my voice was obvious.

Sonali nodded. "Yes, it seems that her pregnancy woke her up and made her realize that there was a life to lead. She is far from happy, but she's coping. I think that she'll be ok. She's considering two couples as possible potential parents for the baby. She's trying to keep busy. 

I smiled; a bit relieved to hear that my ex-wife was managing, but I really didn't want to hear any more news from that direction.

Despite my feeble protests in that direction Sonali managed, now and then, here and there, to let me know what was happening with Menka. She was managing, but was dreadfully unhappy. She was getting through one day at a time. She was doing ok because of the baby - she wanted to be healthy so as not to harm the baby, etc., etc., etc.

I was doing the same, getting through life one day at a time. What no one knew what that I was terribly unhappy also. I missed Menka, missed her with every fiber of my being. I actually, a time or two, thought about trying to reconcile, but I knew, deep down, that that wouldn't work. I just couldn't forget the cheating, the adultery. I knew that I wouldn't be able to get over that. That probably says more about me as a person than Menka. Was I really a cold, heartless asshole? Doesn't everyone deserve another chance? Questions like these buffeted me - drove me nuts. Yet, when the day was done, I knew that I wouldn't be able to forget or forgive. Maybe I was a bad person after all, or just a weak one.


--


Everyday ended the same. I would leave work and rush home to my apartment. I would have a sandwich or something else that was moldering in the fridge. Then I would sit down with my first scotch of the day. I would watch the news on the TV and nurse that scotch. When the glass was empty I would refill it with fresh ice cubes and nurse the second scotch. Many times there was a third and occasionally a fourth. I knew that this was not a good thing. Was I turning into an alcoholic? I didn't think so, but really didn't care all that much. It wasn't affecting my work, so fuck it. It made me feel better.

I was now 50 years old and my future looked bleak. I know, I know. I have a profession, I make a lot of money, I can buy almost anything, within reason, I want. So I lost my wife, so what. It happens every day to someone, somewhere. I knew I had better stop feeling sorry for myself and make some decisions. One thing I did know, I was bored, really bored with corporate law. I went into work with my ass dragging and left the same way. I thought about shifting into criminal law. I knew that I would need some retraining. I started to really think about it. I also started to think about chucking it all and retiring. Maybe I'd take a cruise around the world. Shit, I didn't know what I wanted to do. 

--


Sonali and I continued our friendship. No, there was nothing romantic - she was just a very dear friend, to both Menka and myself. She also remained a link between the two of us. A link I wasn't sure that I wanted, but was now reluctant to break. Sonali continued seeing Menka regularly, for lunch, some shopping, etc. - whatever women do.

--

One early afternoon, I was walking past a small eatery near my office, when I decided to stop in and get a cappuccino to go. As I waited at the counter, I glanced into the dining room and there sat Sonali and a very pregnant Menka. They didn't see me, but this was the first sight I had of my ex-wife since the confrontation in the Guest House room. I suddenly couldn't breathe; it was as if a giant iron fist had grabbed hold of my chest. I stumbled out of the door and, as quickly as I could, made my way back to my office. 

I sat behind my desk and tried to regain control of my breathing. Goddamn it, it wasn't fair. Why should I have to suffer like this? Menka's betrayal should have extinguished any love I had for her. Why did the very sight of her cause me such pain? Shit, I was a complete mess. Was this the way my life was going to go? 

For the first time since my break-up, I thought about seeing a shrink. Everyone had recommended that I do so, but I had ignored any such suggestion. I didn't think I had a problem - now I wasn't so sure. Was it actually possible that I could forget and forgive? I really didn't think so, but I also knew that I was miserable. I had to do something. 

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I don't know how long I sat there, ruminating. It could have been ten minutes or two hours. I looked up and saw Sonali standing in the doorway, leaning against the jamb.

"I saw you, you know," she said quietly. "I saw how you staggered out of the place. No, I didn't say anything to Menka, I saw no need to. Sunil, you've got to do something, you're going to drive yourself crazy."

I knew that she was right. I had to do something, but I wasn't yet sure what to do. I looked up at Sonali and she could see that I wasn't a happy camper.

"Sonali, do me a really big favor and just let me be for awhile. I know that I have to make some decisions, and I will, but right now I need to be alone, ok?"

Sonali nodded and left, shutting the door behind her. I just sat and stared at the closed door. I didn't know what the fuck to do. Then it came to me, I suddenly knew what I wanted to do. I wanted to get the hell away. Away from Menka, away from Sonali, away from the office. I needed a goddamn vacation. I know, not a huge epiphany, but real just the same.

I called the senior partner and told him that I was taking some time off. I had nothing pressing anyway and he asked when I would be back. I told him I had no idea. He chuckled and told me to have a good time. 

I went down, got into my car and I drove home, packed a couple of suitcases, and a garment bag. I was on the road by 5 p.m, headed to words Shimla. After reaching there next day I went into a real estate office, asked about accommodations and rented a very nice, furnished one bedroom condo with a wrap around balcony right near the mountain. 

I paid for two weeks up front and was moved in by the afternoon. I went out and bought some basic groceries. I thought about getting a couple of bottles of good scotch but decided against it. I wanted my head to be clear.

I enjoyed myself, I really did. I went out to dinner every night and had breakfast and lunch on the balcony of the condo. I started jogging on the beautiful Lon during the early morning and then walked through the city. 

-

So, for about a week I sat and argued with myself, I jogged and argued with myself, I walked and argued with myself. I was miserable without Menka, that was a given. If I somehow managed an attempt to reconcile with her, I strongly suspected I would still be miserable. I seriously doubted that I would be able to forget and forgive. 

What were my alternatives? I could try to get on with my life, try to forget Menka and how she fucked her lover in the bed of that Guest House. Shit, I tried that, I was even more miserable.

Another option would be to move, move away from that region of the country.

Perhaps move down here in Shimla. That option looked very attractive to me. I had plenty of money, perhaps I would even get a license to practice here and open a small office. It would be easier to move on and forget.

But weren't the years together with my wife worth at least an attempt to get over her infidelity? I knew that I loved her, so why not at least give in and seek counseling, perhaps even see a shrink. Could I do that? Was it possible that I could get over her adultery? Or perhaps the easiest answer would be to just chuck it all and move. 

I cursed, I swore, I sweated. I was on the horns of a dilemma, and I was tired of riding that bull. It took almost a week before I calmed down and become rational and that was when I came to a tentative conclusion about when I should do.

-

It was in the early afternoon when I picked up my cell phone and turned it on - it had been off since I left the office for my "vacation." I called Sonali at the office.

"Hi Sonali, it's me, Sunil," I tried to keep it light and sweet.

There was dead silence for a couple of seconds, then she erupted. "You rotten son-of-a-bitch," she screamed. "How dare you scare the shit out of me that way. How dare you disappear without a word to anyone." 

I tried to tell her that I had cleared my absence, but she just keep yelling at me. I waited until she finally ran out of breath and interrupted.

"Shut the fuck up, Sonali. I had to get away, don't you understand that. You yourself told me I was going nuts. I just wanted to get away to think, to try to come to some conclusions. Shit, I needed to get away," I said plaintively. 

Sonali was quiet then she answered softly. "Ok, Sunil, I guess I understand. We can't talk now, I have someone waiting to see me."

I quickly told her that I would call her that evening. She interrupted and said, "I'm going out for dinner with Menka tonight, Sunil. How about I give you a call after I get home, and keep your cell phone on."

I received a call from Sonali at exactly 7:16 p.m that evening. "Sunil, Sunil," Sonali was breathless. "Sunil, Menka hemorrhaged at the restaurant. God, there was blood everywhere. The restaurant administration called ambulance. The paramedics just put her in the ambulance. I'm following to the hospital. I'll call you as soon as I know anything. Keep your phone near you."

"Sonali, what hospital? What did the medics say? .............." But I received no answer, Sonali was already gone.

I paced, I sat, I went out on the balcony. At exactly 8:36 p.m., my cell phone rang. It was Sonali and she was sobbing. 

"Sunil, there were complications," she managed to get out. The last words I heard, before dropping the phone, was Sonali wailing "Sunil, she's dead, Menka's dead


(FINISH)

[usaiha2]

Father In Law

this is Kavita, presently aged 28 from Kolkatta and possess physical charm that men of all ages find attractive ever since beginning of my teenage. God gave me beauty and that helped my parents to settle my marriage in a well to do conservative family. I used to dream about a handsome husband earning lots of money for me.

I kind of just managed to complete my grad from reputed college in Kolkata when my father got this marriage proposal. We were middle class and when proposal of Deep came, we grabbed it with both hands as they were rich and above all Deep was a handsome boy. Deep was working in Delhi with a MNC and we were told he was getting six figure salary every month.

As a result, my father(we also) did'nt bother to look into details of Deep and within three months, I was married off to Deep. It came as a surprise to me that Deep did'nt even kiss me on our 'Phool sojjo (first night). He seemed a bit disturbed and after a brief chat asked me to sleep.

My dreams of having wild sex (mainly compel on me by my friends that my husband would keep me awake seeing my assets ) crashed. I was treated well by my inlaws ( mother in law had expired, only father in law, sister in law (my age ) and widow aunt in law and her two Sons ) and their suggestion of honeymoon was callously turned down by my husband.

--

After about a month after the marriage, Deep was simply not intrested in my beauty and having sex and it hurted me more as my sister in law would nudge me here and there and say ' Dada to pagol hoe giye hobe aemon sundori bou pae (brother might have gone mad with beauty of yours).

It was not that I was dying for sex ( I had two encounters before marriage, first with my friend to whom I lost my virginity and second was with friend of my brother during his marriage) but something seemed odd.

Both Vikas (my friend) and Shishir da(my brother's friend) had complimented me and said that any man would go mad and will become my slave to have sex with me and here Deep, my husband, despite my cleverly disguised accidental (though intentional) cleavage show, did'nt seem to be impressed.

Coming back to story, when Deep said he would be going back to Delhi, my inlaws insisted that he takes me with him. After a lot of persuasion (to my surprise as to why he was avoiding me ) he took me along and within a month (of sexless days and night ) we settled down.

I observed that sometimes while sleeping he used to get huge erections (and I used to get horny) but still he would not touch me. I after about six months into marriage was still waiting for him. All my efforts to seduce him went in vain and he used to avoid me. I had frequently started to ask him to hook my bra etc etc and had even given him a strip show but of no avail.

I began doubting him that he has an serious commitment and is of faithful types and then one day I burst out and demanded explanation. He calmed me down and denied that he is seeing any girl . Meanwhile during all these days, my aunt in law would call me and ask ' Kobita, sob theek aache toh (Kavita everything is o.k or not )'.

--

That day, I called them and blamed them for ruining my life and in burst of anger told them that I, even after six months into the marriage, am still virgin despite my trying hard. There was a lull on their side and as my aunt in law disconnected I heard her saying to somebody ' jaar bhauy chilo, satyo holo(the fears have come true)'.

--

That night sky came crashing down on me as Deep sat with me and offered me drinks and told me that he is a gay. I laughed at first and then weep and asked him as to why did he then spoil my life. He felt sorry for me and said it was due to pressure from family and he tried hard to change but could'nt. Both of us weep and when we slept we did'nt know.

--

Next day, he as usual went to office and again begged for my forgiveness. After he went to office I cursed myself and my family and perhaps everyone in this world. 

I then got ready with mind made up that I would seek divorce and start my life again. Fortunately I could book myself a evening flight from Delhi.

I got ready wearing a saree with sleeveless blouse and packed my bag. I wrote a note for Deep that I am flying to Kolkatta.

[usaiha2]

Just as I was planning to move out the door bell rang. It was my father in law. (I would try to translate our conversation )He looked at me and asked ' Kobita, you are going somewhere '. I replied ' yes, back home '.


He sighed and said ' aami bujhte pari, tumi onek raygay aacho (I understand, you are annoyed )'. Then he asked if I can make some tea for him. I rudely said that I would be late to catch my flight (even though I had some six hours but I desperately wanted to move out of that place ). He insisted and I could not refuse as there was a command and request both.

I made him tea and while having tea he kept mum. He then said ' I took early morning flight to come here and am without baggage '. I understood and gave him Deep's T shirt and a Pyjama. He asked me to wait till he freshens up and then he would talk. I dumbly sat and after bathing he came out.

He then asked me about the incident which I narrated graphically to him and started sobbing. He listened to me intently and consoled me. That made me weep and I hugged him saying ' aamar ki hobe'. He also hugged me and kept on consoling me. As gradually I was returning back to normalcy and tried to move out of hug,

I realised he was holding me tight and one of his hands was on my waist while the other gently rubbing my bare back consoling me. As I compel myself out of his hug, he softly held my cheeks saying 'aami bujhchi(i understand), don't weep '. His fingers caressed my cheeks removing tears and hair strands from cheeks and then his fingers touched my lips as if there was hair also.

He gently pressed my lips with his fingers saying ' kedon naa, kedon naa (don't weep)'. Looking straight into my eyes he then asked me ' tumi Deep kay sodhrabar chesta korecho'. Before I could reply he gently pulled me and I rested my head on his broad chest and amidst sobs said yes.

He was now holding me from my waist and I felt his both his thumbs in a synchronised way moving up and down on my belly button area. It gave me strange sensation and immense pleasure. Being a woman, I knew his actions were not to soothe his daughter in law. I thought of pulling away but then it was stoking my desires and I was in dilemma.

He then kept his chin on my right shoulder and rubbed his chin over my bare skin. It had devastating effect and my whole body had goosebums. I felt his hot breath over my bare shoulder to neck area and even though I had stopped sobbing and weeping he kept on saying ' don't weep ' and continued with his actions.

His actions were gradually but at steady pace stoking my desires and with each passing moment arousing me more and more and giving me pleasure. I anxiously waited for his next step and he kept me waiting for quite some time before I felt a tinge of wetness on my neck. My FIL was now licking my neck by faintly touching his tongue over my neck.

I whimpered in his arms and he held me with his arms. Almost immediately, I felt my pallu slipping gradually. I was thoroughly enjoying and assisted him by myself pulling it down. Now with both exposed shoulder he rubbed his cheeks over them blowing hot and started cursing his son. He mumbled ' ki bokaa chele aamaar(what a fool my son is) '.

As his lips and tongue gently kept on caressing my both shoulders via my neck, his one hand caressed my ass and the other one's fingers sensuously kept on moving and playing around with my waist and thumb found way into my peticot and massaged gently just above my panties. I could feel my nipples getting erect and my breathing getting more and more erratic.

I was having a mental battle, wether to proceed any further with my FIL or move away, saving face of both of us. I felt that either I stop him now or else I will be blown away by the Tsunami of pleasure piling up inside me.

As I decided to move away his cheeks rubbed against my cleavage and my ripe melons made my decision so weak that it collapsed and before I knew I had already emitted a escatic moan, more like a baby weep, uuuuummm aaaaannnnnmmm aaannnmmmmm ooooonnnhhhmm oooonnnmmm.

He responded by gently caressinging my ass and his other hand got the courage to climb up to my melons, gently in lookout for my nipples from over the blouse and bra and simultaneously inserting the tongue into the valley of my cleavage and licking it as if tasting something.

His hand, which was on my ass doing caressing job, found its way inside the saree and petticoat and it mildly hurt as the string of peticot squeezed my waist but the pleasure was more. He gently caressed my ass from over the panties and then it went inside my panties and rubbed it. All his actions were so gentle.

His other hand, moving circularly over my melons finally succeeded in locating my erect nipple and soon I felt a gentle pressure of his teeths on my nipples from over the blouse and bra. I again emitted a moan, closing my eyes, my fingers gripped his hair and I literally pressed his face on my melons.

He nibbled on my nipples and then went back to my neck, all the while making me feel the hotness and wetness of his tongue. He licked my shoulders and in between his teeths held my blouse and pulled it away from my shoulders one by one. It exposed my shoulders and his kisses and licks only aggravated the goosebums.

His one hand was now busy removing my saree while playing around my waist to ass and other gently squeezing my melons. My mouth was full of saliva which I kept on gulping and used my tongue to keep my lips wet. I desperately wanted him to kiss me and without kissing me his hands and mouth were giving me the pleasure which Deep should have given me.

My hands crept into his T shirt feeling his chest and in my eagerness to be fucked it went down and gripped his hard dick.
I expressed my impatience by squeezing his dick hard and he responded by starting to unhook my blouse. My saree was already down on floor and my blouse fully open with just bra in between his playful tongue and my melons.

[usaiha2]

He patiently removed my peticot and I eagerly did away with his T shirt. I wanted to feel his naked body and I must admit that while he was poetic in undressing me I was crude, greedy. He had expertly whipped up my passions and desire and I was totally wet, oozing continuously and making my pussy totally ready.


He removed my bra with his tongue licking around my nipples, making me restless as he would not touch the nipples. Finally, I was in just panty and he in birthday suit when he again hugged me. Our skin to skin contact drove me to extreme and I was by now continuously moaning and started to beg

'uuuumm aaannghhh eeeiissssss pleeassse ekhooooon aaahhh koorooooo naaaaa aaaaaarr ummm ooopppeekkkhaaaa hhoooiiiii naaaa ummmmmmm ( please do it now I can't wait any more ). His cheeks rubbed against mine face and neck and then his tongue licked my lips.

Uffffff, even today when I remember all this I get wet and horny and excuse me for those feelings are beyond any words in any language. His lips finally met mine and there was lot of slurping sound as he sucked and licked my lips before allowing my tongue to explore his mouth and play with his tongue.

All this while, his hands cupped my melons applying just right amount of pressure to enhance my pleasure while softly tickling my nipples with his nails. It was like a dream to me and I kept my eyes closed out of pleasure and the escatsy. I then felt pressure on my shoulder and I sat down on that sofa.

I opened my eyes to have a look at his tool and there was no limit to my joy on seeing his monsterous dick arching upwards towards the ceiling. It was a surprise to me as at 52 years I could not believe that somebody can have this type of erection. He smiled at my expression but said nothing. He came over me and started kissing my nipples and then sucked them.

I could not wait and kept on moaning and begged. He was in no hurry and kissed me from head to toe bruhsing his face vigorously over my trimmed pubic hairs. I wanted his dick so badly and the sexual pleasure was beyond my control.

I begged 'pleeeaseeee dhukiyayyyy daooooo naaaaa aaaar thaaaktaaaay paaarriiiii naaaaaaaa uffffff aaaahhh pppuuurooooo gaaaaa teeeeee moonaaaayyy hoooiii peeeprrraaayyy chooolchaaayyyy aaahhhhh ummmmmm ( please penetrate me, I can not wait any longer, it seems ants are all over my body roaming around ).

This time he obliged me, he expertly positioned himself and I did the rest by greedily thrusting my pelvic upwards to swallow his bulbous head of that monsterous dick. He came crashing down on me, pushing his entire length deep inside me and pinning me down on sofa.

I felt to have been opening up the unexplored territory ( by Vikas and Shishir da) which was like opening the doors of heaven. I felt the fullness. He started to stroke me gently while playing around with my melons and kissing my lips. I was in heaven, I had longed for it and finally my father in law was giving me a tour to heaven.

I had only one thing to do, just enjoy and express my joy by moaning, which I did. Oooohhhhhhh aaaahhhh hhuummmmmmm ummmmmm oooohhhh baaabaaaaa rayyyyy kiiii suuuukkkhhhhh aaaaahhhhhh ummmmmm uffffffffff aaaamaaarrr aeiiii shoreeer rer aaagooooonnnnn koooorrrroooo hmmmmmhhhuuu.

I moaned and talked and expressed my gratitude to him while being fucked nicely (i remain indebted to him till date). His constant slow speed of fucking was now hurting me and I wanted to reach my orgasm quickly.

I requested ' baaabaaaa jooorayyy jooorayyyy karooooo pleeeaseeeeee ( FIL do it fast ) and he spoke for the first time since he put me on this journey of sex ' choltay dayy, aalpooo aalpooo koraayyy aaannnandoooo ta nayyy, soootiiiii boli to aarrr Deeeep er oporay raaag taaa nei,

oi bokaaaa chooodaaaa jonnnay eeiii torrrr motuuuuunnnnn sooondooooriiii kaaaayyyyy chuuuuddddtaaaaayyy paaarchiiiiiii aaaaaahhhhhhh ufffffff kiiiii maaaaallll taaaaaa tuuiiii hmmmmmmm, taakkaaaaa pheeelayyyyyy oooiiii aaajjjjj oobdiii aaammmniiiiii aaanaaandoo paaayeeeniiiii Kkkkoobiitaaaaaa (let it continue at this pace, get pleasure in small bundles,

to tell you the truth, I am no longer annoyed with Deep because it is due to him that I am getting opportunity to fuck a beauty like you, I have spent so much money but did'nt get pleasure like you are giving me Kavita). I was flattered and I too praised him for his ability to fuck so nicely at this age.

I felt his pace increasing gradually and he was muttering ' aei nayyy kobitaaa aei naaay kobitaaaa '. I was nearing my orgasm and encouraged him ' hhhayyyy kkkorooooo ummmmmm baaabbaaaaaa daaaooooooo aaammmaayyyyy bbbhaaaloooo koooraayyyyyy hmmmmmm daaaooo and I opened the sluice gates of my dam and moaned

ohhhhh baaabbaaaaaa aaamaaar hhhoooeeeee gaaaaeeloooooo ummmmmmmm kkiiii suuuukkkhh baaabbaaaaaa kkkorrrroooooo eeekkhhooonnnnn ttthhhemoooo naaaaaaa joooraaaayyyyyy hhhaaayyyyyy uuummm aaannghhh uuuoooonnnmmmmm uffffffff '. He was now rapidly pumping me and continued doing so for several minutes tilll he erupted.

My nipples were swollen but a deep satisfaction engulfed me. He was deep breathing sitting next to me on sofaa. We gathered our breath and my hands roamed all over his chest and I said ' you came here to fuck me '. He said ' no, but when you hugged me your boobs did the trick '. I said ' your son did'nt find them attractive '. He said 'let us discuss'.

I stood up all nude, shamelessly posed seductively in front of him and said ' sofaa tay theek koray holo na, bedroom cholo, kothaa aachay (in sofa it was not properly done, lets go to bedroom and discuss '. I walked nude in front of him swinging my ass seductively for I was now thinking of another fuck by this daughter in law fucker. He too followed me all nude.

Though his dick had lost erection but it looked magnificient between his legs. He went to bathroom and came back washing his pubic hairs and dick. After him I cleaned myself. He looked at me and said 'you have got magnificient body and are a very good '. I asked him ' can you do it again'. He said ' sure but after some food '. I said ' I feel like you are my husband'

My FIL pulled me near him and kissed me. I kissed him back and our tongues played with each other. He cupped my boobs and played with my nipples, never exerting to much pressure.

His experience in cuddling and playing around a woman's body was evident to me. He was again whipping up my passions and I was again letting out occasional moans expressing my level of passions. He licked my nipples in slow circular movement, never sucking it but just lapping his tongue over my erect hard nipples.

I just closed my eyes and from my previous experience I knew he would keep me waiting and do the unexpected. He was gradually moving down and I started praying to sex god that he licks and sucks my pussy. My mere anticipation of being licked and sucked at my love hole by my FIL made me wet.