Adultery UNFAITHFUL MOTHERS AND HOUSEWIVES --- stranger_women

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He remained naked and slept there.

 
Incomplete ….


 

Oh, what a shame... such a good start and the author not continuing it ... sad

[ddey333]

Please don't post incomplete stories bro..

I am not sure , may be the author thought it was over. But from the readers' point of view it looks incomplete ...

[ddey333]

WATCHING MY WIFE FIND HERSELF
 
aurelius1982



It starts so very randomly and unexpectedly. I am sitting in a cafe during lunch time in a mall not too far from my Los Angeles suburbs house. And I call my wife Archana. She does not answer. I get a text message instead.

- Sorry Ninad, in a very important meeting at office. Will call later. Anything urgent?
I stare at the message for a few seconds. With quivering fingers I type a response.
- nothing urgent. 
And then I get up from the table and walk to a spot behind a pillar where I can be hidden but still have a view of the main lobby of the mall one floor below me. Where I can see Archana looking her phone.
I have just caught my wife in a lie and I am confused about the reason.
I have not planned to be at the mall. The client meeting was supposed to happen in my office several miles. But the client called at the last minute citing some conflicts and requested that I meet him at the mall.
I finish the meeting, the client leaves, and I am about to finish my coffee and walk out when I see my wife walk into the mall. I know her office is just a couple of blocks away. She is probably here to have lunch at the food court. What a coincidence! I am too far to yell out at her and get her attention. Which is why I call her.
I can see her look at the phone, see I am calling, sigh in annoyance, and decline the call. And then she sends that text.
She is not in a meeting at office. She is here in the mall right in front of me! Why has she lied?
I get my answer soon. A young strapping white guy, maybe just out of college, walks up to her. She sees him and beams with glee, a smile she has not flashed me in over a decade. Archana has a thousand watt radiant smile that is her most noticeable feature. Well, the smile and her curvy hot body.
They hug. It is not a polite hug between friends or acquaintances. It is a tight intimate hug. I can see her big tits mashing into his chest and I see him cup her butt over her skirt.
They exchange a few words and then holding hands, walk into a bar on that floor.
Interesting, I think. I have known Archana since kindergarten. We were classmates and neighbors and childhood friends growing up in India. At the age of 16, we officially became a couple. Textbook high college sweethearts. At the age of 24, we got married. And now in our late 30s, we are, I think, happily married with a 12 year old daughter.
Are we happily married though? Why is she walking into this bar in middle of the day in the embrace of a young man obviously a decade or so younger than her? I am curious.
I sprint down the escalator, my first instinct being to confront her. But I suppress that instinct. I need more information before jumping to conclusions, I delude myself. I sidle up to the bar, which has glass walls. I peek in from behind another pillar.
I see them sitting in a small booth. She is laughing, looking gorgeous and happy and excited. The young white guy looks happy too and he has his hand on her thigh. They lean in and kiss.
I feel sick. I run to the restroom and vomit. Then I sit in the stall with my head in my hands for a while. Takes me several minutes of rinsing my mouth and then washing my face with cold water to stop hyperventilating.
I walk out of the restroom and back to the bar. I enter it, intent on confronting Archana and the guy. But the booth is now empty! How long was I in the restroom?
I call her cellphone again. Goes unanswered again. This time, no immediate text. The text comes fifteen minutes later.
- Ninad I told you I am busy in the office. Unless this is urgent, please don't keep calling.
I stare at it. I compose a long angry text telling her how I have seen her and I know she is not in the office. But then I delete it. And reply,
- sorry. butt dial.
Where is she? Where did she go with the fratboy looking dude? They are having an affair, surely. I first seethe with anger.
Then another part of me pipes. Well, what did you expect? When was the last time you had sex with her?
I genuinely have to jog my memory for a while before remembering that it was four months ago on our anniversary. And that too was a drunken quickie.
Maybe if you are also in a stable happy marriage in your late thirties, you will understand it when I say that I still think my wife is very hot, but sex with her just doesn't excite me anymore. Is it because we have been together for over two decades?
I think about our marriage. It is still a happy marriage. We don't really fight. At least not serious fights. We both love each other. We have a good life. We were a happy textbook couple in high college and then college and then grad college and then in Southern California too. We have a brilliant lovely daughter who is the center of our existence. We both have good well-paying careers. We have a great house. We take lots of vacations and have fun with each other.

The sex part is kind of the exception if you look at it objectively. It just is not as hot and heavy as it once was.

It's not that my libido has gone down or anything. I still jack off at least 4 times a day, often in the bathroom stall at my office. It's just that sex with Archana no longer excites me as much as porn and my fantasies.

One of those fantasies is of Archana with other men. I have never told it to her. It's my dirty little secret. I have never thought of acting on it. But it is a recurring fantasy.

And now it turns out that it might actually be happening. No. It is definitely happening! I picture that kiss. I feel at once disgusted and aroused. And I have to run back to the restroom.
--

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"Dad, are you okay?"

That evening.
It is my turn to pick up our daughter from her friend's place where she has gone after college. Usually, like all pre-teens, she just stays buried in her phone. But today, clearly I seem shaken enough that she actually notices me.
"Yeah, just a long day at work, sweetie."
Which is true. As shaken as I am by what I have discovered, I do have a full load of things at work. I drive back to the office from the mall and dunk myself into work. I try to postpone the inevitable but can't stop thinking about it either.
And that is when the self-doubt and self-loathing sets in. Can you blame her, I again ask myself. Look at Archana! She is still super hot! And charming and funny and charismatic and captivating! I lucked out that she picked me in high college and then stuck with me. But of course other men will pursue her. Other men have always pursued her.
I have never been insecure about that because, not to boast, but I am a catch myself. Approaching 40, I'm still the fit, lean, athletic, with a full head of hair. Young women still flirt with me. I have just never been interested in anyone. Seems like too much work to go through the whole dating and courting and seducing process. Leave me with my thoughts and my porn and I am good with that. And sex with Archana every few months.
But clearly she wants more. And she is getting more. Is she? With that fratboy guy, was it just kissing or much more? Is my wife naked with him and he is naked and putting his dick inside...urggg...stop thinking about this, I tell myself, or you will puke in the car in front of your daughter.
--
"Sorry if my text earlier seemed rude, Ninad."
She says while sliding into bed. I have been looking at her with renewed appreciation tonight. She has done this for years and years every night. She closes the bedroom door. Then she takes off whatever top she is wearing. Then she unhooks her bra, always with a happy sigh, because her tits are so big. Ten she puts on a thin cotton t-shirt. Then she strips down to her panties and gets into bed. She looks so much more hot and sexy to me tonight than she did last night.
"No problem, Archu." I smile and kiss her.
Then I kiss her again and slide on top of her.
"Oooh, horny?" she flashes that smile to me.
"Yeah. You in the mood?" I ask.
"Always!" she says.
That's what she says. Always!
The sex that night is magical and electric and amazing, More memorable than anything I can remember in a long time. Archana rides me with an intensity and passion I have not experienced since our early 20s. I then bend her over and pound her doggy style feeling harder than I have been since our early 20s. We cum together, hard. I have been thinking about that young fratboy being inside her all along.
"Phew...wow! That was...wow!" Archana says, her naked tits heaving and her nipples still erect. I lean over for a kiss and then slide down to tongue her clit to two more orgasms. Best sex we have had since forever.
--

[ddey333]

It is three weeks later. It has been an interesting three weeks.

Archana is my soulmate, my best friend, the main reason for my happiness. She is still always the amazing woman she was, even after I caught her in a lie and realized she was cheating on me. I know that theoretically, I should be angry. But I can't muster up the anger. I love her. She loves me. Things are otherwise the same as they were before that chance instance in the mall when I saw her with the fratboy.
We have been together since we were 14. I have been thinking about other women throughout that time. Just that I have never acted on any opportunities. For me, it is all about fantasies and porn and masturbation. For her, it might be about flings. Is her actual infidelity really worse than my mental infidelity? I can't answer that. So I don't confront her.
"Sir, are you sure you want me to drop you off here?", the Uber driver asks.
I look up from my phone. He repeats the question.
"Yes, yes, this is good." I say, opening the car door.
"It's just...in the middle of nowhere sir!" he says, genuinely confused.
"I am meeting a friend." I distractedly say, my eyes still on my phone screen.
On the phone is the location of Archana's phone. The morning after THAT night, when she was in the shower, I took her phone and enabled location tracking. I was expecting something of a bombshell on the basis of what I did. But for a couple of weeks, there was nothing out of the ordinary. She went to work, and then came home, only stopping by to pick up our daughter when it was her turn.
I have been paying special attention towards the location during lunch time, because lunch time is when I first saw her kissing the guy. But even in lunch time, she is in her office.She could be hooking up with him in her office. But there is no justifiable way for me to verify it.
Until today. I see on location tracking that she is in a wooded area in a state park half an hour away from where she works. I can't drive my own car, or rather, our car. She would recognize it. Hence the Uber.
I walk into the woods, following the location indicator, which is in the state park. And then right before I hit the treeline, I stop. I can see Archana. She is sitting on a picnic bench eating a taco. Next to her is fratboy also eating a taco. On the other side is a young black guy, also lean and handsome. They are all laughing and talking.
I stay hidden behind the shrubs and watch them. They are eating takeout tacos and talking and laughing. To anyone else watching, it all would look very innocent. A good looking Indian woman in her late 30s having tacos on a bench with two young male colleagues. Nothing to see here. Move on, right?
And then it happens. I can't hear what they are saying from 100 feet away but I can tell that the two guys are saying something intently to my wife. She keeps laughing and shaking her head. And then she throws her arms up.
I watch rooted to my spot as Archana, the love of my life, my soul mate, my best friend, the mother of my child, the center of my existence then moves her head to the left and right and the back to make sure no one is watching. And then starts unbuttoning her blouse.
The two men stop laughing and stare, as do I, when Archana unbuttons each button with a seductive gesture. Her upper chest is exposed, then her sizeable cleavage, then her bra covered boobs, then her stomach that is still flat. My wife is sitting in a public place outdoor exposing herself to two young men. And I am watching. And I am still just watching. Not running up to yell at her or divorce her.
I see her close her eyes and smile happily as fratboy buries his face in her cleavage. Black guy reaches over and caresses her face. Then there is a short discussion between them. Fratboy and Archana wipe their hands and enter the back seat of a car parked next to them. Black guy gets in the front seat, but is facing towards the back.
And I get the first real visual evidence of the fact that my wife is cheating on me. The car is positioned such that I am almost exactly behind it, a 100 feet away. I can see fratboy and Archana's heads in the back window. Then I see Archana's head lowering. And then I don't see her anymore. The black guy in the front is visible, looking at the back and laughing. I don't have to be an Einstein to figure out that Archana is sucking fratboy's dick in the back of the car.
I could run up there and yell at them and everything. If I did not have an erection. I am super hard. And I get even harder when a few minutes later, I notice the silhouette of fratboy getting up, turning around, then turning sideways and then rhythmically moving back and forth, back and forth, back and forth. That is it, I realize. That is my wife bent over in the back of the car in a state park, being fucked by some guy.
She is a cheat, she is a slut, she is a harlot, I immediately console myself. But I cannot look away. My wife, my soulmate, the love of my life for most of my life, is getting banged in front of my eyes. And I cannot look away or stop it.

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Eventually fratboy gets out looking very happy. And then black guy exchanges a high five with him before getting in the back seat. I have not visually seen Archana till then. But now I do. I see her being pulled up and pushed against the back seat. Her big tits hang over the back seat. I can see her radiant shiny smile as she enjoys how he fucks her. I can't watch it but also can't look away.

Even as I watch this real life porn in front of my eyes, I keep thinking of some practical betrayal related questions. Until now I only thought she was having an affair with fratboy. Maybe she is really into him. It is a genuine affair. Affairs happen. I know they have happened to many of my friends. Maybe this is one such affair. But no. Now there is also the other guy. After fratboy fucked Archana, the other guy climbed in and fucked her harder. Way harder.
Is my wife just having an affair with fratboy or is she just a...wait...I can't even think this about my sweet love Archana...
Nope. I will watch this and then jack off and then head home.
---
"Hi!" I smile at Archana as she slides into bed that night.
I somehow assume she will be okay with having sex. For over a decade, the equation has always been that she wants ti have sex more than I do. So tonight, I assume she will be happy with it like last time.
"Oh...are you hard, Ninad?" she says in a very cautious tone.
"Yeah." I say and pull her on top of me.
"Ninu...I am just...I am like...I don't...is it okay if I just give you a blowjob?"
I can see her big dark brown eyes looking into mine. I can see her soft lovely cheeks. I can see her thick lustrous hair.
"Of course, honey!" I say,
I lay back as my wife gives me a spectacular blowjob. And I wonder why she did not want to have sex. Had those two young bucks worn her out? Was her pussy so worn out because of them that she refused sex for the first time ever?
-
"Are you bored? So sorry if you are bored, Ninu!" Archana says, handing me a tall glass of whiskey.
"No honey, I am fine." I kiss her and say, "Who are those guys over there?"
"Them? They are the security guys." she casually says, waving at them, because they notice us looking.
"They seem nice." I say, also waving. "You like them?"
"What do you mean?" there is an understandable edge in Archana's voice.
I look at my gorgeous wife in her off-shoulder dress and her big tits and round ass and smile.
"I just mean, Archu, that so far I have only met your senior white collar colleagues. I would not mind getting to know those guys too."
I am at the "holiday party" at Archana's office. I have met and talked to everyone she worked with as a vice president in the firm.
"Oh...sure. One sec." she awkwardly says as we walks towards the security guys huddled together having shots in the corner.
They look up as we approach them and smile at us. I smile back.
"Hi, I am Archana's husband Ninad." I say extending my hand.
"Hi, I am Steve. Great to meet you!"
Fratboy is named Steve? Really? Steve? The fratboy banging my wife is called Steve? So stereotypical, I think! I have seen him from the moment we enter the party and have been waiting to be finally introduced to him. But Archana has avoided it, probably feeling guilty.
"Likewise." I say and look at his friend. "And you are?"
"Leon, sir. Great to meet you sir!"
The young black guy I have seen pounding my wife in the back of the car gives me a firm handshake. But he looks nervous. As does Steve. And Archana.
"Great to meet you too!" I say. "So you guys are security here huh?"
"Yes, sir." they both politely reply in unison. They look so innocent and earnest! I remind myself that they are easily a dozen years younger than us. They are kids!
"You take good care of my wife?"
Steve and Leon quickly look at each other and then at Archana for half a second before Steve says,
"Oh absolutely, sir. Always."
"Great meeting you guys." I say and walk away.
I like them. Nice guys.
--

[ddey333]

Later that night, Archana and I are in an Uber. We have both had many drinks, maybe which is why I finally initiate the awkward conversation. Archana is in my arms, her head on my chest and her tits pressing against my arms.

"Steve and Leon seem like nice guys." I say.
Archana instantly raises her head and looks into my eyes. She pauses for a couple of second before innocently saying,
"Yes, they are very nice."
And then she starts kissing me, right in the Uber in full view of the driver. Like a distracting tactic I think. Unnecessary, I also think. So I put my hand on her shoulder and say,
"Archu, you know I love you, right?"
She looks into my eyes with her big gorgeous dark eyes and says,
"Yes, Ninu. I love you too!"
"You are the love of my life. The center of my existence. I want you to always be the happiest, no matter what." I say.
She stops and stares at me for several seconds. She looks so gorgeous! Then she gives me a sad smile. Not her usual 64 karat bright smile, but a sad smile.
"I feel the same way, Ninu." she kisses me again.
And then starts unbuckling my belt without any regard to the Uber driver.
--
At this point, you might wonder, why did I not confront my wife and yell at her and divorce her, even after knowing that she was cheating on me?
Good question. Here is my thinking. Our life is still great. Our sex life is better than ever. She still loves me and we still have an awesome daughter together. So why rock the boat? Especially when I personally found the idea of Archana sleeping with other guys to be titillating?
So my philosophy is simple. My wife goes and works out at the gym with some male trainer. My wife is taken to work by a male Uber driver. My wife orders lunch cooked by a male cook. So in the same sense, just like her fitness, transport, food needs are satisfied by other men, so are her sexual needs. Why not, right? I don't own her and she does not own me! We are lovers and soulmates and partners and best friends since kindergarten. She is literally my favorite human being in the whole world, no matter her secrets. Because I have secrets of my own. So let her do what she wants to be happy!
 
But then something happens that brings all this into the open.
--
"Girls' night out, huh? Okay! When?" I ask.
"Saturday night." Archana says.
"Saturday night is my meteor shower sleepover!" our daughter pipes up without looking away from her phone.
"Okay, great. You will be at the meteor shower sleepover. And Archu will be out with the girls. I guess I will just sleep early!"
Saturday night comes. Our daughter is at the sleepover. Archana is getting ready. to go out. She is wearing a shoulder-less short dress and looking very hot and fuckable. I want to jump her right away. I try to. But she says, "Please Ninu, not now."
OK, not now I think. But then when?
Archana goes to the bar. Thanks to phone tracking, I know which bar. I drive there after our daughter leaves. I know Archana is in there. I enter the bar. I see her. She is with all female friends. Oh wow! So a genuine girls night out, I think. But I still wait in my car in the parking lot.
The night ends. Archana comes out of the bar with the girls. The girls leave, one by one, as their Ubers arrive. Archana is the last one left. She is looking at her phone. I wonder, is she calling an Uber? If she is, I should go home. But no! A car pulls up past me. It is Steve! Not Leon. Just Steve! So she did plan to hook up again. Oh well.
Archana gets into the car with Steve who starts driving. I follow them. The car stops in front of a big mansion. Steve and Archana get out of the car and I see my wife being guided by the hand into the place. At this point, I feel a bit lost. How do I follow them? I park the car in a dark alley and sneak up to the mansion.
The mansion is huge, but also largely open. So I can sneak around and watch things as they progress. I watch and listen as Steve, holding my wife's hand, takes her to the main door and rings the bell. An old white man in his 60s answers the door.
"Hi Uncle Jack, this is the girlfriend I told you about...Archie!"
"Hello, Archie! You are beautiful!"
"Hehehe, thank you!"
My wife is now going by Archie apparently! They enter the house. I circle the house. Uncle Jack is with two other old men and they are all having booze. Archana is introduced to everyone in the house, Then they all move to a big swimming pool in the back. Which is great for me, because it gives me a full view of everything.
So I am standing by the compound wall, hidden, watching my wife, my high college sweetheart, the love of my life going in there with Steve, her fuck buddy, and three old men drooling over her.

[ddey333]

Archana is smiling but also looks nervous as everyone walks outside and sits on patio chairs by a bar near the swimming pool. She looks ravishing in her short off-shoulder tight blue dress that made me want to jump her earlier. Clearly, it has had the same effect on Steve, because he is sitting in a chair right next to her and stroking her bare shoulder and thighs subtly. She seems to shiver at his touches and smile, but keeps talking politely with the old men.

I am standing about 50 feet away and can hear most of the conversation as Jack walks behind the bar and starts mixing a cocktail.
"Wow, you have a 12 year old? I would have thought you were in college!" says the old guy named Rolf who is hispanic, short and portly. He is wearing swimming shorts and a floral shirt. I notice that every time Archana moves her legs, he keeps shifting his head to see if he can see up her dress.
"Hehehe, you're too kind." Archana smiles.
"He is right! You must work out a lot!" says the other old man dressed similarly named Yan who looks Chinese. He is tall and wiry, much like Jack. His eyes are more focused on her cleavage.
Archana just giggles and shakes her head playfully. Steve is sitting there still stroking her skin in full view of these men she has just met. She seems a little bashful but does not stop him.
Uncle Jack comes back with a bunch of glasses filled with a dark brown liquid and hands them around. Archana takes a couple of big gulps from hers nervously. I have seen how far she has evolved or devolved (based on your perspective), but she still seems to have enough self-doubt to feel nervous here clearly.
They all start talking as if this is just a normal social visit. The conversation is quite boilerplate, each of them sharing their backgrounds, their pasts, their presents etc. Turns out Jack is a big Hollywood producer and the other two men are his colleagues. There are frequent effusive bits with how "Archie looks so hot, she can be in one of our movies", which my wife shyly laughs away. She answers mundane questions about our life in India, how we like Los Angeles, and so on.
Throughout this whole thing, Steve is making minimal contributions to the conversation. He is more into stroking Archana all over and occasionally kissing her shoulder or her neck in front of the old men. The old men keep exchanging sly glances whenever he does that. They are probably wondering, as am I, what is the end game here.
I can see Archana getting more and more drunk and getting more and more affected by Steve's touch. Finally at one point mid-conversation, she suddenly says,
"Can I use your bathroom please?"
"I'll show you." Steve says. He and Jack exchange a conspiratorial smile.
He pulls her up and holds her. Archana is a little wobbly on her feet with all the drinks at the bar and now the cocktail here. But she maintains her balance as Steve walks her into the house through large french windows. The old men watch her curvy ass wobble under her short dress as she walks away.
The old men look at each other and laugh. And then lean forward and start talking in a low voice. I can only catch a few snippets.
"Lucky Steve!"
"...extra spicy tandoori tits..."
"...not really my nephew! Poker buddy who owed me a few grand..."
"...that ass...oof!"
And so on. Minutes tick by. I am wondering where she is. Soon so do the men because they start looking at the house and discussing it.
"...banging her you think?"
"Wouldn't you?"
And so on.
It is a good twenty minutes by now and I am tempted to walk around the house and see if I can spot her with her lover through some other windows. That's when the French windows open. My eyes and the three old men's eyes move there and see Steve walk out, shirtless and sweaty. He waits at the threshold looking inside and back at the old men and smiling.
Then Archana walks out, adjusting her tight little blue dress, making sure it is pulled up enough to cover her boobs and down enough to cover her butt. It has damp patches on it now. I wonder if they are from sweat or cum or both. I notice that she has her high heels in her hand, possibly because she is too drunk to keep walking in them.
I watch, fascinated and also slightly annoyed, as my wife, clearly just-fucked by a young man over a decade younger than her, now walks and joins the three men almost twice her age with a bashful smile.
"Did you have a good time inside, Archie?" Jack asks.
She blushes and looks away, as if she were some coy bride being asked about her wedding night. She is still there and smiling, so clearly, she does not care that the men know she has just been fucked inside by the young buck. But her not caring is not brazen and shameless and in-your-face. It is still coy and self-effacing, which makes it seem even sexier. She still looks hot but not like a slut, which she is. Instead she still has that vulnerable milf-next-door quality in her body language.
"Would you like another drink?" Jack asks.
"Shulll..." Archana says, then blinks and says, "Sure."
"Come, help me make it." Jack gets up from the chair and holds his hand out.
Archana looks at his hand and then looks at Steve who nods and cockily says,
"I'll get in the pool and take a few laps to wash this sweat off."
There is laughter all around. He strips his trousers off and dives into the pool in his underwear.
Old man Jack takes Archana by the hand and leads her behind the bar. Which annoys me, because it is even farther away from where I am standing and I can't hear anything said there. And it blocks a lot of what I can see too. I am wondering if that is why Jack chose to take her there. For some privacy from the others

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Speaking of the others, the two old men still sitting on the chair are talking in low voices with each other and looking at the bar, as am I. Their expressions are semi-serious, as if they are strategizing. They then get up and walk to the bar too, taking seats on the bar stools.

Jack really is mixing a cocktail. Archana is with him, looking at Steve every few seconds, while she nods and follows his instructions, handing Jack this bottle and that. It seems like a pretty strong cocktail, because I see Jack pour a lot of whiskey, tequila, and rum into a blender, with some oranges. As Archana unsteadily walks around the bar fetching the bottles, I wonder if she has perhaps had too much to drink because she is swaying even more with each step. I guess Jack has noticed it too because he stops the blender, walks her around the bar on a stool between his two friends, and then goes back to finish making the drink.
Archana has a glazed look on her face and is leaning against the bar with her elbows on it. That makes her big tits strain even more against her dress. Rolf and Yan are on her either side. Finally Rolf can't take it. I see his grubby hairy hand reach up and feel her tits. That makes her sit up. She stares at him and shoves his hand away. Then she gets up and unsteadily walks to the patio chairs. He looks chastised.
Just as I am thinking, at least she is drawing the line here, I see her reach for her phone which is on a table with her purse. She is still swaying a little as she types something on the phone. Then my phone buzzes in my pocket. I check it. It's a text from her.
- dnt wiat up. drnk. slepping ovr at beth c u tomm
I stare at the phone and then at her, across the pool. Yet another effortless lie. Except for the drunk part. That is true. I think of giving her an out.
- Ok. If you are too drunk, I can come pick you up wherever you are.
I see her look at the text and wince.
- ur 2 nic. i luv u. no is ok. cu tomm. xoxo.
I see a look of shame and guilt flash on her face as she bites her lip and seems to hold back tears. She is feeling guilty lying to me and cheating on me. For a moment, I feel bad for her. But that moment passes. Because she turns around and then goes back to the stool. She resumes her position, looks down and says something. Rolf looks delighted. His eager hands move to her tits again and roll the dress down revealing a strapless bra. The bulging curves of her tits are now exposed.
Yan does the honors of pulling the bra down and freeing her huge tits. He starts squeezing them and then leans down, licking her nipples. She gasps but does not stop him. This emboldens Rolf who puts his hand on her exposed thigh and then shoves it under her dress between her legs. She moans loudly.
Jack has been watching this as he pours the drink into the glasses. Steve has stopped swimming and is watching it from the pool, with a wide smile on his face.
They exchange a glance. Jack nods and gives him a thumbs up sign. Is that acknowledgment that the poker debt is paid?
I am sporting the hardest erection but also feeling angry and aghast at this new level of depravity my wife is now displaying. Hooking up with young virile handsome colleagues is one thing. It's natural, wanting to sleep with such young studs. But these are ugly old men slurping at her tits and playing with her pussy. Ugly old men she has just met. And she is not stopping even them. In fact she seems to be enjoying it.
There is a brief break in the action as Jack comes over with the drinks. He puts them on the bar and stands in front of Archana, admiring her tits. He then grabs her by her hair and pulls her into a kiss. At least he is a good looking man, I console myself. Old, but good looking. The kiss is a passionate one with Archana responding in full measure. Rolf takes his hand out from between her legs and pulls down his shorts. Yan lets go of her tits and does the same. As Jack breaks the kiss, my wife leans back and sees the two erect dicks and inhales deeply. She does not resist as each man takes a hand of hers and puts it on them. Her fingers gingerly wrap around the shaft.
Yan goes in for a kiss next, pulling her face towards him. He does not seem as skilled as Jack, because it looks awkward. Jack meanwhile has taken a few sips of his drink and then put his hands on her dress, slowly pulling it up. She raises her butt so he can do it all the way, and it is revealed that she is not wearing any panties. I saw her wear them when she was getting ready. She must have lost them during the indoor romp with Steve.
Speaking of Steve, he has now climbed out of the pool and is sitting on a patio chair, watching as the old men maul his "girlfriend".
I can see Archana's hands slowly stroking Rolf and Yan's dicks, her fingers feeling their girth and playing with their heads. There is an assured rhythm to her hand work, as if she has done this dozens of times with multiple men. Which she probably has. Here is my wife, her already short dressed bunched around her stomach, her tits and pussy exposed, surrounded by three old men she just met.
Jack takes his shirt off. She lets go of Rolf's dick to stroke his lean hairy chest. Then Jack pushes his swimming shorts down, revealing his pert old ass to me. Archana's eyes move to his dick and she inhales in excitement again. I know what is about to happen but it still gives me a thrill. Jack's butt clenches as he parts my wife's legs and penetrates her. Another cock inside her cunt. This one, from an old stranger, not even a colleague.
I am jacking off beyond the wall as I watch the lean old white man start pounding my curvy wife right on that bar stool. Her hands have let go of the two dicks and are now on Jack's chest, bracing for support as he drills her. She is grunting and moaning like a pig in heat, audible even to me all that distance away. There is a look of unbridled sexual ecstasy on her face that I can see over Jack's shoulder.

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The two old men stare in wonder at the coitus happening just inches away from them. Then Yan hoists himself up to hit on the bar, his dick swinging right next to Archana's face. She looks at it vacantly and then keeps her mouth open as he shoves it inside. Rolf also sits on the bar and returns her hand to his dick, which she starts stroking. For the next several minutes, I watch the old white man pounding my wife as she alternates between giving blowjobs and hand jobs to the other two men. Steve is still sitting in the chair watching, but he too now his dick out, like me, and is stroking it.

There is some conversation between the old men, which I guess is something to the effect of "give us a turn too" because the configuration changes. Jack takes his dick out of my wife's slutty cunt. The other two men push her off the stool. Jacks sit on the stool. Her bra is taken off and thrown to the side. Her dress is pushed down and discarded too. And then my buck naked wife, right out there in the open poolside, is bent over.
"Filthy filthy puta!!" I heard Rolf say in a delirious voice as he starts spanking my wife's big round upturned ass.
She starts wriggling her ass in response to the blows. She seems to want to move away but Jack has her firmly in place with his dick in her mouth. Yan is holding an arm too. As I watch my slutty wife yelp and dance around, her ass being spanked roughly by the short fat hispanic old man, I can't hold it in anymore. I cum. I cum at the sight of my wife being spanked like a bitch by a stranger while she sucks another stranger's dick.
I later wonder why that moment is when I came. Maybe it was a combination of the undeniable perverted eroticism of what was happening, and her being punished and called names. Although it was not really truly punishment as such, just sexual sadism, but seeing my wife being spanked and berated gave me a release.
After spanking her ass until she is howling and crying, Rolf stops and then enters her. His fucking is hard and rough, even more so than Jack's. And Jack seems to enjoy the sight of my comely milf wife bent over sucking his dick and being banged like this by his ugly friend, because he suddenly sighs loudly and leans back.
He must have cum a lot and somehow hit the back of her throat because Archana starts gagging and retching. Rolf's dick slips out of her cunt as she stumbles around, bent over and and stark naked, as she coughs and vomits out a combination of alcohol and semen.
That triggers my gag reflex too because I start hurling violently standing there behind the compound wall.
"HEY! WHO'S THERE?!!" I see Steve jump up at the sound of my puking.
He runs in my direction. I consider my options. He knows who I am. I could just finish vomiting, then confront him, confront my wife, confront everyone. Make a scene. Kick her out.
But at that moment, my male ego feels an odd shame and fear. Even if I do that, I will be revealing that I, her husband and soulmate and lifelong friend have been watching all this depravity unfold without doing anything more than jacking off. I did not even think to join in! That just seems too embarrassing a prospect to face up to.
So I run. I run away from the house and up a small wooded hill. Steve has now reached the part of the wall where I was spying from. There is a lull in the action surrounding Archana too, because the three old men are standing naked with their dicks hard looking at Steve. And she is just slumped naked over the bar stool, drooling.
Steve scans the surroundings but can not see me. He walks up to the men and there is some active discussion with worried expressions. Finally I see them making a decision. Rolf and Yan prop up my naked wife around each of their shoulders, and walk back inside with Jack and Steve.
I sneak out of my place and sneak around the house, looking through windows. But I can't see them. Clearly they have taken her inside to some room hidden away from outside intruders. I finally give up.
Angry tears streaming down my face, I sit in the car for a while thinking maybe there will be something more I can see. But there isn't. I guess that is it for the night in terms of my self-loathing voyeurism.
What are the four men doing with her in there, I wonder. Is she being spit roasted like before? Sandwiched? Is there double penetration? Has she let other men into her ass after denying my kink for decades? There is no way for me to know. Finally, the tumult gets too much to take. I drive home.
Thank heavens our daughter isn't home and all the neighbors are asleep, because I am a blubbering mess when I get home. Yes, I have seen her be unfaithful before, but this was just something above and beyond what I could stomach. In a haze, I walk to our kitchen, pick up a bottle of whiskey and just chug it like water. It burns my throat, but my chaotic mind needs calming.
After downing half the bottle, I move to the couch and keep taking big gulps and trying to compose myself. I am not sure if I am having a panic attack. But the chugging of the booze has an effect. And I pass out.
This next bit is a little muddled and hazy in my recollection. Here is what I remember.
"Ninu...oh god...are you...are you okay?"
"Fine fine...you are bank...no bank...no...back"
"Ninu...have you dean bringing...been drink...honey are you..."
The hazy memory is of her looking and sounding drunk too. She is in that dress from before, even more patchy and messed her. Her hair is disheveled and her make-up is smeared.
"You slucking...sluck...slut!"
"Ninu! I am sorry!"
Flashes of crying and drunken arguments. Flashes of something physical. Spanking? Sex? Did I hit her? Did she hit me? It is all muddled.
The next thing I clearly remember is waking up to the sound of my phone in the bedroom. I am naked and reeking. Next to me, Archana is naked, sleeping prone.
When and how did we end up here? The phone is still ringing and sounding insufferable.
"Hallo?" I weakly answer.
"Dad! Finally! What the hell? Let me in! You chained the door!" it's our daughter.
"Sorry...I was asleep. What?"
"Dad, open the front door!"
I throw on clothes in a hurry, make sure to close the bedroom door behind me and run out to the front door.
"Jesus!" she says annoyed as she glares at me and marches to her room.
Usually when she says that, I always joke, what do you mean Jesus, we aren't Christian. But I am too hungover and exhausted to do that.
Flashes of the previous night flood in. And I know I left my wife naked and prone in the bedroom. Just as I am walking back to check on her, the door opens and she walks out, dressed in sweatpants and a long t-shirt. She looks equally hungover and exhausted. But she has clearly washed up and tidied herself up and says.
"Is she home?"
"Yeah."
"Let's talk later. I'll start coffee and breakfast." she yawns and stretches. I see her big tits strain against even the loose t-shirt. And I instantly picture Yan's mouth on them.
I stumble behind her into the kitchen. Let's talk later? About what? What exactly happened last night after she got home? I only have the vaguest flashes at that stage. The only thing I know is that we were both very drunk.
"Jesus, I leave you two alone one night and you look like this! Gross!"
The daughter joins us in the kitchen and laughs.
"What do you mean Jesus? We aren't Christian." Archana says tiredly.
And we all laugh. Like a happy family sharing an inside joke.
 
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Wife and Chachaji(uncle)

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Wife and Chachaji(uncle)

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Hi all this is story about a real life incident of my life, I replaced my friend with my uncle in the story. I sometimes feel guilty that I turned my innocent wife into a slut. She was so pious but now she is just a rakhel of my uncle.
About us:-
Me and my wife were college friends. My name is Anil, my wife name is Shweta.
After college I got job in IT and Shweta also got job in IT in a different company. She moved too Hyderabad and I stayed in Gurgaon. We kept meeting each other and got married in five years later.
I am a average man of 5.8 and around 80 kgs. My wife is slim short height girl. She is 4’11 and around 47 kgs. Below is her features:
Eyes- her eyes are very innocent like she is asking other people to feel sympathy with her and hug her.
Face- very cute face with perfect cheek bones.
Lips-her lower lip is very full and juicy and upper lip complements her well.
Neck-her neck is so amazing like a perfect shaped mannequin. When she moves her hair to one side and tilts her neck You would want to start licking from ears and then finish at her chest. she is women with long hair when she gently moving it—while brushing it across her neck—can send erotic shivers up and down and at that time anyone would just Turn her over and pin her to the bed. Alternate between licking, nibbling, and biting the nape of her neck
Hands- she has small hands with small fingers. Sometimes when she counts on her fingers it looks so cute and sexy you would want to suck her fingers bite her fuck her roughly.
Boobs- even though Shweta is short height she is blessed with 32C boobs. Not just the size but the shape of boobs is perfect. Have the perfect fall, bouncy and juicy so yummy.
Ass-just like the boobs she has nice round fully developed ass. Shweta is lucky to have her fat accumulated at right places.
Thighs- her thighs are real milky thighs, soft, fair little fatty or voluptuous, sometimes when she wears shorts they fit so tightly because her waist is small but ass and thighs nice. So it leaves very little for the onlookers to imagine what she is wearing inside shorts. In yoga pants you can even see the crack of her vagina from front.
Stomach-because of big boobs and big ass her stomach or naval region is so flat and looks a treat to watch and heavenly to touch.
She was from a wealthy family so kept good care of her body. She never went to gym but was blessed with a gorgeous body naturally.

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Now what happened?
Initially after marriage we made love every night and I was very satisfied with my wife. But due to my job, I had to travel many countries sometimes for 8-10 months, initially I called her several times a day and then slowly my calling decreased. I met many girls in other countries who satisfied me in bed in ways I cannot imagine with my wife. And I used to think I made a mistake marring her.
After 4 years of marriage, it was quite banal and there was nothing left between us.
One day my chachaji came to live with us. He said he wanted a change from village life and thus he came to live with us. We were very happy that we had someone new to talk to. Shweta became friends with chachaji very soon. He used to tell her stories from village and she loved to talk. One day while playing I broke my leg and was on bed rest for 6 months. Both were worried and took excellent care of me.
I started working from home after a week and things became normal again. I just used to sit on bed and work on my laptop. I loved my wife now because she was taking good care of me but I was not feeling sex for her. Sometimes she tried to take advances towards sex by taking my dick out from my shorts and kissing it but I felt irritated and even slap her once for doing this.
We used to fight continuously over this repulsion of sex from my side. I even told her-I don’t mind if she sleeps with someone for sex. But I love her. It’s a complicated relationship.
Things changed when one day while having dinner. We used to take our dinner on floor. My wife was in black skirt and a loose top that day. We were sitting in a triangular position around the food. I was on the bed and chachaji and Shweta were on floor. While serving food to me she stood on her knees and put one foot on the bed to serve food to me. But she was serving lust to someone. Because of her awkward position she was showing more than enough of her juicy thighs and some underwear. I saw chachaji was looking right at her milky thighs, I knew that because the skirt was short and the position he could get a glimpse of her black panty. I felt uncomfortable. I asked Shweta to sit and eat. After a while chachaji said he is not comfortable there and wants to sit on bed. I knew his intentions, from bed he could get a good view at my wife’s boobs. He came on bed. Shweta was wearing a ganji. Chachaji got a elevated position and had a good stare at her black bra from the loose top. He must have bangd her a millions times in one look. Because of the loose top her bra strap was coming becoming visible and chachaji was enjoying the view of nice round big soft milky boobs. I signaled Shweta to adjust the strap but that worked like Viagra for him , the moment she took the bra strap in her fingers and adjusted chachaji rubbed his dick vigorously underneath the plate in which he was eating. He said- Shweta aaj teri roti kitni garam hai aur kitni moti bhi. I also got hard on hearing that.
Things did not stop here, actually this was the start, chachaji now talk much more to Shweta and since I was in bedroom all the time they talk in living room intentionally. Chachaji was trying to get close to her. Shweta told me that chachaji knows to read palms and I knew that he must be rubbing her hands really nice to get a hard on.
Once Shweta went on a business trip and chachaji went to village to see crops, I fitted cameras in every corner of my house to see the adventures of chachaji. By this time I think I like the way things were going. I wanted chachaji to enjoy my wife.
Chachaji came 2 days before Shweta and one night he was enjoying drinks and I became emotional and started almost crying. He said I should have a drink to calm down and he gave me a light drink. I drank it, then another I drank that too. Now I started playing the words I already scripted.

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Me: Chachaji mujhey jeene ka bilkul mann nahi hai, I don't feel like a man.
Chachaji: kama to raha hai.dikkat kya hai
Me: arey kamana hi sab kuch nahi hota.Me shweta to kahi ghuma nahi pata. Usey khush nahi rakh pata. Baatein nahii karta. Ek hi jagah baitha rehta hu.
Chachaji: arey to me kar to leta hu baatein, me dhyan rakhta hu usska. Tu tension na le. Tu bhi jaldi theek ho jayega fir usey kahi thandi jagah ghumane le jana.
Me: arey aap samajh nahi rahe ho.jane do.
Understanding the situation he gave me a very strong peg.
Chachaji: le yeh pi le. Shant ho ja
Me: theek hai. I was thinking if its right or wrong about what I am goind to say. Very confused. Heartbeat super high. I took 3 long sips and got courage to say what I wanted to say. I said to chachaji Aapko me samjha nahi paunga.
Chachaji: tu koshish to kr. Meine bhi aise hi baal ssafed nahi kiye hain.
Me: (aankhe neeche kar k I said) arey ek aurat to baatein, hasne, pyar, paise k alawa bhi kuch aur chahiye hota hai jo sirf ek pati de saakta hai.
Chachaji: I know tu kya kah raha hai.dont worry everything will be ok. Once you start walking.
Me: (I lied{this was not scripted}) arey mera ab shweta k liye khada nahi hota. Me usey pyar to karta hu but khush nahi rakh sakta. Mujhey bimari hai, meine ksis ko nahi baataya shweta kobhi nahi.
Chachaji: (thodi dair chup rehne k baaad) hmmm. Chal kisi dusre doctor ko dikhayenge.
Me: mujhey lagta hai shweta mujhey chhod degi. Kya karu kuch samajh nahi aa raha. Kabhi mann karta hai kissi dost k saath set kar du usey. Kam se kam khush to rahegi. Abhi jawan hai uski bhi zaruratein hain.
Chachaji: (chilla kr) chup bey gadhe. Ghar ki beti kisi aur k bistar garam karegi.
Me: bistar garam karne ki baat sunkr I got hard on.
Chachaji: (after sometime) agar tu bura na mane to ek baat kahu.ghar ki izzat ghar me hi rahegi.
Me; I knew what was coming. But said. Boliye na, aap bade hain zaarur koi raasta dikhayengee
Chachaji: tu Shweta to mujhey sambhalne de….mein usey achchi tarah jaaanta hu and me usk har tarah se dhyan rakhunga usey itna khush rakhunga k who hamare purey ghar ko khush rakhegi.
Me; matlab?? (innocently)
Chachaji: arey me yeh kah rah u k teri dost ki bajaaye to shweta to mujh se pyar karne ki ijazaat de de. Me usey bahut pyar karunga. Woh ghar me hi rahegi aur me usey har khushi dunga. Aur baaat hum teeno k beech me rahegi.
Me: arey aise kaise. Aap itne bade ho
Chachaji: (meri baat kat te huye…thooda zor se) tujhey meri umar ki chinta hai ya uski khushi ki
Me: uski khushiki
Chachaji: fir tu bas soch mat
Me: but who aapko apne papa ki taraaha maaanti hai. She will not let you do anything with her.
Chachaji: who maanti hai na mein to nahi maaanta. Me usey dheere dheeere apne itna kareeb le aaunga. Usey itna pyar dunga k who meri kisi baat ko mana nahi kr payegi. Mujhey pata hai usey mature mard pasand hain. Who khud har raaat mere bistar par meri randi banegi.
Me: (I got confortable now) to aap chahte ho meri BV mere hi ghar me mere hi chachaji ki rakhel ban jaye.
Chachaji: han dost ki randi banne sse to achcha hai. Aur rakhel ki kya baat hai. Jab tu mana karega me usey chodna band kr dunga. Aur agar meri uski goad bhar di(pregnant) to apna hi khoon hai.
Me: haaan kah to sahi rahe ho. Me subah batata hu. Ab sota hu. Ap apne room me chale jao.
Chachaji: (going out of the room) soch le. Shweta ka bhi sochna bechari kitne dino se pyasi hai.

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Next day he came to my room in evening.
Chachaji: kya socha.
Me: meine soch liya hai. Bahut socha fir faisla kr liya hai
Chachaji:kya socha bata na.
Me: k agar aap usey apna baana paye to Shweta aapki randi hai. Aaap jab chaho jitna chaho jaise chaho usey thok sakte ho. But sab uski marji se hona chahiye
Chachaji: bilkul uski marji se hi hoga. woh khud aayegi mere liye tu dekhna.

Shweta came at night: she was looking tired because of the journey. She was searing a sleeveless tight silk chudidar salwar suit. She was telling me how was her trip and then a knock on he door and Chachaji entered, Shweta to ja kr fresh ho ja aur ghar k kapde pahen le. Meine khana bana diya hai. Saath me khayenge. She said ok and went to washroom.
Me: kya baaat hai chachaji, “ghar k kapde pahen le”.
Chachaji: mera bas chale to Sali ko nanga hi rakhu. Chut khol kr padi rahe. Jab mann chahe thoko kutiya bana kr.
Me: badtamiji mat karna plz. Woh meri BV hai. Gaali galoch usey bilkul pasand nahi. Aur na hi mujhey( but internally I loved when he abused her)
Chachaji: theek hai. But uska tu dekhna k who khud bolegi mujhey kutiya bana kr chodo.
Me: tab ki tab dekhenge
Chachaji: chal bata uski favorite position kya hai
Me: doggey
Chachaji: dekha, hai na kutiya.
Now I stopped resisting. I wanted him to say more abusive words for Shweta. i wanted him to beat my wife to tears and then lick her tears from cheeks and make her very very wet down there. So I instigated him
Me: agar uski panty gili ho gayi to aap uski aag bujha to dogey na.
Chachaji: tu chinta na kr. Raaat bhar jaga kr rakhunga apni raand ko subah tak ragdunga uski naram aur garam chut ko.
Meanwhile Shweta called. I am ready khana kha le kya? I said yes, le aa. Kha lete hain.
During the dinner I just noticed Chachaji how he was smelling her shampooed hairs and trying to touch her hands. It was so so erotic for me.

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After 2-3 days of trying to seducing my wife. One day Shweta was in dressing room and she was asking what should she wear for the party in office. Chachaji said(slowly in my ears) ek kaaali saaree pahen le golden blouse jsmein peeche peeth dikhti hai(wear black saare with backless golden blouse).
Shweta then wore a sleeveless silk salwar suit without dupatta. The kurta was body hugging. Uski boob thode squeeze ho rahe they, chuchiyan dikh rahi thi. Boobs were popping out. Kurta neck was deep enough for anyone to get a good look at the cleavage. I was so nice like a perfectly done cookie dough. Anyone would like to fuck her. her skin was so smooth. Even my dick was hard for her. But i wanted to preserve her body for my uncle who will make this sex godess in a bitch.
Anyway, I was lost in thoughts meanwhile, She called a cab and went out.
Chachaji: (came close to me) ab tu hi bata. Isey to kutiya na bolu to kya bolu. Saali adha haath ghus jaye kurte me itne boobs dikh rahe hain. Salwar itni tight hai k agar jhuki to sala gaand se fatt jayegi. Dupatta bhi nahi pahna. Armpts bhi shave kare huye hain, I m sure chut bhi ekdum chikni kr k gayi hogi. Sala ek dum prostitute ban kr gayi hai
Me: kah to aap aise rahe ho jaise aapko mazaa naahi aaa raha
Chachaji: arey mazaaa to bahut aaya dekhna me but sala darta hu k kahi mere fool ki khushbu koi aur na nichod le.
Me: aap chinta naa karo. Ap iska agr muh khulega to aak lund k liye aur legs khulenge to aapk lund k liye. Aap isey apni BV hi mano
Chachaji: na na na na. BV nahi randi bol. Raand jo mazza deti hai bv kabhi nahi de sakti
Me: chalo theek hai. Randi rakhel kutiya hai aapki.

I slept that night Shweta came late. Chachaji was awake. She was a little high.
Shweta: aap soye nahi Chachaji
Chachaji: nahi teri chiinta thi
Shweta: chinta kis baat ki. Cab se gayi thi. Dost chhod gya ghar.
Chachaji: shweta tu bahut sunder ladki hai. aur is tarah k kapdo me to aur bhi hasseen lagti hai. Kisi ka bhi imaan dol sakta hai. Tu nahi janti logo ko. Dupatte me se bhi who boobs imagine kr lete hain aur teere to aadhe se jyada nange waise hi dikkh rahe hain.
Shweta felt it awkward. She said, chalo me thak gayi hu change kar k soti hu, neend aa rahi hai
Shweta was facing opposite to him. Chachaji thodi dair wahi khade rahe fir usk kareeb gaye usk haath khincha aur bole change mat kr bas yeh jo thoda bahut pehna hai who utaar de. Aur khuli taange kr k mere bistar par aa ja. Shweta got very angry turned to him and found him extremely close to her. Chachaji ne ek haaath usk boobs k upar rakha aur dusra uski gaand par rakh kr apne kareeeb le aaye. Aur usk hotho pre k karra kiss le liya. Shweta was still unsder shock.Chachaji ne pura fayda uthaya, He squeezed both her boobs and then usk purey badan par haaath ragadte huye uski gaand pr le gaye aur zor se dabaya. She came back to senses now from the shock, she pushed herself and slapped him hard. His face was red.
Shweta: aaap itni kaise gir sakte ho. Kitni giri huyi harkat hai yeh.me aapko security officer me de dungi, anil ko bata dungi. Barbaad kr dungi aapko. Haath lagane ki himmat kaise hui aapki. Me aapko papa jaisa maaanti thi aur aap..chchii.
Chachaji: sorry mein aaj jyada pi li hai. I am going to sleep. I am very sorry. Mujhey samajh ahi aay me kya kar kaitha. Shayad bahut din akele rehne k kaaran yeh hua hai. Teri chachi k baad se kisi aurat ne mujjhey khush naahi kiya i mean kisi aurat k saath meine samay nahi bitaya.
Shweta thodi dair tak kuch badbadati rahi fir mere pass aa kr so gayi.
Chachaji slept as well.
I pretended to sleep and as if nothing happened.

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Next day onward everything was quiet at home. She went to office early and came late. Even Chachaji did not speak to me for 2 days. I think he was also under shock that things did not happen the way he assumed.
Third day he came and said k yaar plan thoda change karna padega. She is against me now.
Me: me kuch karta hu. Meine wada kiya hai usey aapki randi banana ka. Who me pura karunga. But don’t forget our promise k aapko usey khush karna hai.
Chachaji: uski tu chintamat kr ek baar meri ungli uski chut me ghus gayi to har raat mera dood peeney aayegi haramjyadi.

Next day Shweta’s mother came to our house. Chachaji and her mother did not get along well.

Me to Shweta: chachaji aur mummy ki ladai ho gayi hai kya.
Shweta: mujhey na pata. Apne chacha se pucho. Kuch kiya hoga unhone ulta sulta.
Me: arey wot to 2 din se bahar khana kha rahe hain. Unke bed par mummy soti hain aur who khud bahar verande me neecchey sotey hain.
Shweta: to mae kya karu
Next day her mother fell ill when she was in office and chachaji took her to hospital. She was admitted in ICU because of critical BP problem. Chachaji stayed at the hospital and when Shweta reached there he just came back without facing her. He settled the bill at the hospital. Shweta stayed with her mother for next few days.
Then she came back she looked exhausted and tired. Thodi dair k baad boli chachaji kahi dikhayi nahi de rahe.
Me: haan he is going back to village. Ticket karwane gaye hain. Kal chale jayenge. But he is very sad for last few days. I don’t know why, kahi mujhey to koi galti nahi ho gayi. Who hamara itna khayal rakhte hain aur hum haiin k unk baarey me kuch nahi sochte. Jab teri mummy behosh hui thi to doctor ne bola tha k agar 30 mins bhi late ho jate to mummy nahi bachti. Chachaji ne bahut samajhdari se kaam liya aaur unki jaan bacha li.
Shweta: ( feeling little guilty) hmmm yeh to hai
Me: aur ek hum hain.
Shweta: (looking at me with a question on her face)
Me: (lie once again) chachaji to cancer hai. Very less chance that he will make it. That’s why he always laugh and make fun. To keep us happy.
Shwweta: but ..par…lekin…mujhey kyun nahi bataya…
Me: unhone mana kiya thaa.
Shweta: oh shit.
Me: haan yaar. Aur ek who hain. Unka sirf ek hi motive hai. Hum sab khush rahe. Khaskar tere se bahut lagave hai, chahte hain tujhey har khushi mile.
Shweta: oh my god.(feeling more guilty). She started crying. He cannot leave. I will stop him
Me: you cannot do anything to stop him. I tried already.
Shweta: tu dekhna Anil, he will stay with us. Wont go anywhere. there was a commitment in her voice.

I messages chachaji to come to my room fast.
Me: Mubarak ho.
Chachaji: kya hua?
Me: aaj aap apne thappad ka badla le sakte ho.
Chachaji: matlab?
Me: aery matlab k aaj meri BV aapka bistar garam karegi. Uski taange aaj usk chacha k liye invitation bhejegi.
Chachaji: Sach. Mera to sun kr hi khada ho gya. Ab tu dekhna aaj kitni chikhein nikalwata hu is haramjadi se. mujhey thappad mara tha na…Sali ki gaand marunga.
Me: gaand maaro to awaaz yahan tak aani chahiye.
Chachaji: yeh gaon me kheti karne wala badan hai beta. uski jaan nikal dunga par usey itna satisfy kar dunga k woh din bhar mere saath raat me sone k hi sapne dekhegi.
Me: meine purey ghar me camera lagwaye huye hain. Dim light on rakhna , mujhey pura show dekhna hai.
Chachaji: tu bole to MMS bana le iska.
Me: nahi just live show bahut hai mere liye. Waise bhi yeh silsila kon sa aaj hi ruk jayega.

[ddey333]

UPDATE 2:

That evening-

Shweta: (came back from washroom) aaj bahut thaki hui feel kar rahi hu. Do you still some left in your wine bottle.
Me: haan, we have new stock. Tu dekh le. Should be 5 more bottles.
Shweta: hmmm
Me: (knowing her state of mind) kya hua, you look tense. What are you thinking so deep.
Shweta: nothing yaar. Just tired. Ghar, office .
Me: (grabbing the moment) haan yaar I know, meri bhi zimmedari hai ab tujh pr. I feel so guilty. K me na teri koi help kr pat ahu na khud ki. Pura din bas yahi sochta rehta hu k agar thek hota to teri puri help karta. Upar se chachaji apni itni help kar rahe hain…mera dhyan rakhte hain tera rakhte hain aur fir bhi meine unko naraz kar diya. I am a bad guy.
Shweta: who sirf tumhara dhyan rakhte hain mera nahi.
Me: please don’t be so selfish. When you got back ache and fainted he sat besides you and did hot water all night. When your mummy fell scik he spent two nights continuously in hospital making sure she come home well.
Me: I took a log sigh and said, please don’t be rude with a selfish person.
Shweta: I am not rude with him
Me: yes, you are. I have seen how to talk to him. He has helped us financially and in every possible way and you treat him like a old man.
Shweta: aisa nahi hai.
Me: shut up. I don’t want to hear anything against him. He means a lot to me. If you cannot get along with him its your bad. You will loose a reliable person in your life.
Shweta: u r mad. There is nothing like this. ( and lost in a deep thought again).
Me: grab a bottle of beer for me if you are getting wine for yourself.
Shweta: yes, sure. Will get it. I am just saying I realize now that he is a very nice person.
Shweta: yaar I have to go out for a small get together with team. Will finish this bottle of wine and then will leave.
Me: ok. Theek hai. You should call a cab.
Shweta: these cab drivers can bang anytime. I prefer to drive. Tum paper nahi padhte kya. Har din kisi na kisi ladki ko noch dete hain yeh kutte.
Me: ok. Calm down. You drive. Ok
{Chachaji enter the room}
Chachaji: kya ho raha hai? Kon kahan ja raha hai
Me: Shweta ja rahi hai ek function me. Aap aur me akele hi hain aaj
Shweta: arey thodi dair k liye hi to ja rahi hu
Chachaji: arey me to pichle 15 saalo se akela hi hu.
{Shweta opened a wine for herself and me and chachaji finished couple of beers}
Shweta: me change kr k aati hu.
Me: ok. Yahi kr lo chachaji bahar chale jayenge.
Chachaji: arey haan haan kyun nahi. {he picked up a beer and left}
Shweta chose a silk sari with sleeveless blouse.

[ddey333]

UPDATE: 3

She looked absolutely ravishing. She was wearing a black transparent saree since she had to go out. The pallu was sidelined such that her cleavage inside the low neckline blouse was visible. Her boobs were defying both gravity and the clutches of the lingerie. The push up bra had pushed them so up that there was nothing left to conceal. 60% of her milk mounds were visible. The size was making it troublesome for the blouse to hold the ample boobs within it. She had wrapped her sari way down her naval button today. In fact one inch down was the partition of her *** cheeks.
This picture should give idea how she was looking.


I couldn’t hold on further. The looks made me mad and my pole was rock hard. But I could not reveal my lust as I had other plans.
Me: you are looking very sexy today. Aise jaogi to sab tumhe dekh kr bathroom me zaruur jayenge for quick 5 mins job.
Shweta: {getting very shy} oho, tum bhi na. hamesha gandi baatein hi karte ho. Have some class baby. I am not that kind of woman who likes these things.
Me: {in my mind} {tu randi hai saali}.
Shweta came near me and started kissing me. I did not show any interest. Then she started to remove my shirt and suck my nipples. I said no and asked her to go away.
Shweta; {Angry and crying} why do you do it. You don’t like me anymore. I am not good enough for you.
Me; no baby. I cannot do it anymore. You have your whole life. I am not joking, please get sex. you are sexy and young you can get anyone easily. Try to look for a reliable person and there is nothing wrong in sex. Its normal. I love you and always will love you.
Shweta: I don’t want to talk to you. You want to whore your own wife. What kind of man you are.
Me: don’t get me wrong. I love you and always will.
She rushed to living room which was downstairs closing the door as she left.

I immediately messaged chachaji to keep an eye, as she looked angry. He came to my room and said k kya hua.
Me: gussa ho kr gayi hai. Usey kahi bahar jana hai. Taiyyar hai. Shayad aaj ka plan gaya.
Chachaji: koi baat nahi beta. She should be comfortable. Tu usey aise naraz mat kiya kr.
Me: aap please neeche jakr dekh lo is she is ok. Tell her I love her.
Chachaji: Off course I know tu usey bahut pyar karta hai. Tum dono bahut pyare ho. Aur Shweta to bahut hi special bahut hi pyari hai.
Me: {I had respect for him} now I desperately wanted my wife to be his wife as well. Any maybe someday both of us satisfy her and she satisfies both of us.
Meanwhile when I was lost in my thoughts chachaji went down to check on her.
I was sitting in my room thinking about things that just shaped. If they are wrong or right. I imagined Shweta sitting in chachaji’s lap and chachaji slapping her boobs and fingering her pussy and she sucking his lips. I got shivers and a rock hard dick. But its just a dream I thought.

[ddey333]

UPDATE 4:


I got down from bed can came out of room to see what chachaji and Shweta are talking about. In my heart I was still praying the Shweta was not too mad at me. I knew she was hungry was sex, I not fucking her at all, she is young and has her needs of a woman. I looked down in the living and my wife was sitting on couch and chachaji was sitting on chair.
Chachaji: bata to sahi kya hua hai. Gussa kyun hai. Kuch kah diya kya usne?
Shweta: nahi kuch nahi. Aap rehne do. Me gussa nahi hu.
Chachaji: agar gussa nahi hai to yeh daaru kyu pi rahi hai.
Shweta: who to aap bhi pi rahe ho.
Chachaji: me mard hu, pi sakta hu, tu ladki hai, tujh pr yeh sab shobha nahi deta.
{Shweta as I mentioned is from a good background, where boys and girls are treated equal but chachaji coming from a rural village had his own puraane belief)
Shweta: aap faltu ki baatein mujhse naa karo. Yeh ladki ladke me koi fark nahi hota.
Chachaji: aisa nahi hai, fark hota hai. Tum log pant pahente ho to ladke thode hi ban jaaoge.
Shweta: aap gaon se aaye ho, is liye aapki soch aisi hai.
Chachaji: chal tu gussa mat ho.
Shweta: kyun ab kyun nahi bol rahe kuch, ab koi jawab nahi hai aapk pas. Ab kyun bolti band ho gayi.
{I think she was getting high because of all that booze}
Aapki khud ki bhi beti hoti to bhi aap aise hi bolte kya.
Chachaji: tu meri beti jaisi hi hai
Shweta: jaisi hu beti to nahi na
Chachaji: [paused for a moment] nahi beti nahi hai tu. Mere bete ki BV hai. Tu naukri karti hai who bahut hai, usme hume koi dikkat nahi hai
Shweta: dikkat nahi hai matlab. kyun karayi mujhse uski shadi agar mujhey jab aap logo ko ghar ka kaam karne wali baai chahiye thi. Mein ek independent woman hu. Aur mujhey aapse kuch sunne ki zarurat nahi hai. Aapko kya pata city life kya hoti hai kitni tensions hoti hain. Aap ko sirf gay bhains sambhalo apni gaaon me.
Chachaji: tu kam bol. Koi collector nahi ban gayi tu. Koi zarurat nahi hai paise ki tujhey naukri karni pade. Who achcha kamata hai, aur mere pas paise hain. Tu ghar me baith kr uska dhyan rakh.
Shweta: Ghar me aap baitho, aap budhe ho, dimag kharab ho gya hai aapka. warna aisi baatein nahi karte. Aapko kya pata kitni challenging life hai meri, din me office sham ko aapka bekar beta jo kuch help nahi kartam aur shayad mujhey ab pyar bhi nahi karta.
Chachaji: who bahut pyar karta hai tujhey tu shant rah. Aur thoda zabaan ko choti rakh, kam bol. Abhi tu nashi me hai. Aur mujhey pata hai kya gul khilate hain tum jaise log office me sab pata hai.
Shweta: mera ghar hai mein chahe jaise bolu. Aap kon hotey ho. Dimaag hi kharab hai aapka. Ladki k liye hamesha ganda hi sochte ho. Aap jaise log hi hain jisk karan ladkiyan safe nahin hain. Isliye miene karate seekha k koi badtameezi kare to uska muh tod du.
{I was listening to all this but thought to just keep listening and see where will it go}
Chachaji: Tu ab ek shabd mat bol. Warna mujhey gussa aa jayega.
Shweta: gussa aa jayega to kya ho jayega. Kya kar logey aap. Mein aapse aadhi se bhi kam umr ki hu aur lad sakti hu.
{chahchaji went to sofa and put hands on Shweta’s and shoulder as a gesture to calm her down. That’s what I think he must have done in that heated moment}