Misc. Erotica The Astrologer and My Wife (COMPLETED)- By Novelist Casanova

[novelistcasanova]

The astrologer took his finger out of her pussy and pulled the maroon panties down.

He dragged them over her ass cheeks and down her thighs, still under the lifted yellow petticoat and yellow chiffon saree. Then he pulled the maroon panties off her feet completely and dropped them on the floor. Her pussy was uncovered now, wet, open to his hand. My wife tried to sit back on the sofa and pull the yellow petticoat down.
“No more, Swami. My panties are off. That is enough. I cannot let you do the rest.”
He pushed her onto the sofa.
She sat with her yellow blouse open, white bra pulled under her breasts, yellow chiffon saree and yellow petticoat lifted to her waist, and no maroon panties on her body. He stood between her thighs and looked at her pussy as if he had already won.
My wife turned her face to me, crying.
“Shiva, don’t let him put it in. I can give the kiss. I can give the hug. I cannot give my pussy to him.”
I sat beside her and held her hand, still acting as if I was on her side.
“He has come this far. If you stop him now, he will talk about the puja against Rajesh. Let him see. Let him touch. We will stop him before the last thing.”
She searched my face for the husband who would save her.
I gave her only that soft lie.
The astrologer rubbed her uncovered pussy with two fingers, then opened her pussy lips with his thumbs. A wet sound came from her. Her thighs trembled. She tried to close them and he kept them apart with his knees.
“This is the pussy that sat locked for one month,” he said. “Now it is open.”
“Don’t talk like that,” she said, shaking. “I am not open for you. I am only sitting like this because I am scared.”
Her body said something else.
When he put two fingers inside her pussy, her mouth opened and a moan came out before she could stop it. She covered her mouth with her hand. Her hips lifted a little off the sofa, then she forced them down again.
“I am not surrendering,” she whispered to me. “If I make a sound, it is not because I want him.”
I put my arm around her shoulders and spoke against her hair.
“Then let the sound come. Don’t fight every finger. I am with you.”
The astrologer looked at me and opened his saffron dhoti.
His cock came out, dark, hard, already wet at the tip. He brought it close to her pussy, not inside yet, and rubbed the head between her pussy lips. My wife looked down, frightened, and then looked at me.
“Shiva… he is putting his cock on my pussy.”
My cock was hard watching it.
I squeezed her hand and said the thing that sounded like protection and was not.
“Don’t push him away suddenly. Stay still.”
She stayed still.
That was the moment she started surrendering with her body, even while her mouth was still trying to say no.


The astrologer placed the head of his cock at the mouth of her pussy and pushed.
My wife’s hand crushed mine.
“No… Swami… it is going in… take it out…”
He did not take it out.
He held her thighs, looked at her wet pussy, and pushed his cock inside her inch by inch. I sat beside her and watched her pussy lips open around his dark cock. A thick, wet sound came from between her thighs. Her mouth opened. Her breasts shook under the pulled-down white bra.
“Shiva, he is inside me,” she cried. “His cock is inside my pussy. This is the thing I said I would not give.”
I put my arm around her shoulders and pressed my forehead to her temple, still pretending I was on her side.
“I know. I can see it. Don’t push him out suddenly. If you fight now, he will say you broke the promise. Let him put it in. Breathe.”
She looked at me as if I had left her.
Then her body took him.
He pushed the rest of his cock into her pussy in one slow stroke until his stomach touched her. She made a broken sound, half protest and half moan. Her pussy clutched his cock. Her toes curled. The yellow chiffon saree and yellow petticoat were bunched at her waist. Her maroon panties were on the floor.
“It is full,” she whispered. “I can feel his cock all the way inside. I don’t want to feel this.”
The astrologer enjoyed that sentence.
He stayed buried in her pussy and kissed her wet lips again, ugly mouth on her mouth, while she tried to turn her face to me. I held her jaw gently, as if I was comforting her, and kept her face from fighting him too hard.
“Look at me,” I told her. “You are doing this for Rajesh. That is all.”
“For Rajesh,” she said, crying. “Not for him.”
The astrologer pulled his cock out a little and pushed it back in.
Her protest broke.
“Ah… don’t move… if you move I will… I will feel it…”
He moved again, slower, enjoying her pussy, watching her breasts shake. I watched his cock come out wet and go back into my wife’s pussy, and a shameless heat filled my own cock. This was what I had wanted since her confession, since the video in the bathroom, since I hung up the phone.
She grabbed my shirt and started surrendering in pieces.
“Shiva, tell him to finish quickly if he has to do this. Don’t let him enjoy me like I am his.”
I kissed her hair and said the encouragement I had been holding.
“Let him enjoy a little. Your pussy has already taken him. Don’t tighten and fight. It will only make it last more.”
Her eyes closed.
The astrologer began fucking her pussy on the sofa, and my wife’s loyalty started slipping under the movement of his cock.


The astrologer began fucking her properly.
He held her thighs open on the sofa and moved his cock in and out of her pussy with a wet sound that filled the living room. Each time he pushed in, her full breasts shook and her mouth opened. Each time he pulled back, her pussy lips clung to his cock as if they did not want to let him go. My wife tried to keep her face turned into my shoulder so she would not have to see him.
“Slow… Swami… don’t fuck me like that… I can feel every inch…”
He did not go slow for long.
He took a firmer hold of her waist over the lifted yellow petticoat and began giving her longer strokes, enjoying her pussy, watching his cock disappear inside her. I sat beside her and watched it happen, my own cock hard, my hand on her back as if I was only supporting my wife.
“Shiva, he is enjoying me,” she said, crying and moaning together. “I can see it on his face. I don’t want him to enjoy my pussy.”
I wiped her cheek and spoke close to her ear.
“He is already inside. If you keep saying no with a wet pussy, he will only fuck you more. Let him take it. I am here. I am watching. Nothing will happen to you beyond this.”
That was the first time I said I was watching as if it was comfort.
She heard it and a helpless look came into her eyes.
The astrologer kissed her lips again while he fucked her, and this time her mouth answered a little. She tried to stop it, then his cock hit deep and a moan went into his mouth. Her arm around my neck tightened. Her other hand lay open on the sofa, no longer pushing him.
“I am losing,” she whispered to me. “My body is taking his cock. I love you. I don’t want to surrender, but it is happening.”
“Then surrender a little,” I told her, still sounding like her husband. “Don’t fight the feeling so hard. Think of our son and let him finish.”
Her thighs opened more.
The astrologer felt that and smiled over her mouth. He fucked her faster. Her wetness made a louder sound. Her nipples stayed tight. A thin line of saliva shone on her lips from his kiss. She started moving her hips in a small helpless way, then froze, ashamed, then moved again when he pushed deep.
“Ah… Shiva… he is fucking me… I can hear it… I can feel it…”
“I know,” I said. “I can see his cock going into your pussy. Let him.”
She closed her eyes and stopped asking me to take him out.
That was her slow surrender, and I sat there pretending I was on her side while I helped him enjoy my wife.


My wife’s protest became smaller.
The astrologer was fucking her pussy in a steady rhythm now, his saffron dhoti open, his cock wet from her, coming out shining and going back into her with a sound that made my own cock ache. Whenever she tried to hide her face in my shoulder, he caught her mouth and kissed her again, and I saw her lips stay open under that ugly kiss a second longer each time. One of her hands stayed in mine. The other hand had gone to the sofa cushion and was holding it as if she needed something to survive the strokes.
She turned her wet eyes to me.

“Shiva, I can’t control it anymore. Every time he pushes, my pussy takes him. I feel ashamed and I still feel it. His cock is rubbing a place I don’t want him to find.”
I held her face, my thumb on her cheek, and spoke as if I was only helping her through it, though my cock was hard from watching her pussy cling to him.
“Then don’t control it so much. You have already given him your pussy. Let him enjoy you. Let your body finish what your mouth started with the promise. I am not leaving you.”
She stared at me, loving me, hurt by me, and still listening to me. Her breasts shook when he pushed in again.
“You want me to let him enjoy me?” she asked.
“I want this to end without him turning the puja against Rajesh,” I said.
That was the sentence she could still believe.
The astrologer heard the rest of it in my eyes. He lifted her thighs higher and fucked her deeper. Her yellow chiffon saree slipped off one shoulder. Her nipples stayed tight. A moan came out of her, longer than the ones before.
“Ah… ah… Swami, it is too deep,” she said to him. “I can feel your cock at the end of my pussy.”
The astrologer kissed the corner of her mouth and answered her while he kept moving.
“Say you are giving it. Say it for the boy.”
She shook her head first.

Then he gave her another stroke, slow and full, and the fight went out of her voice. Her thighs opened. Her hand tightened in mine.
“I am giving it,” she said, crying. “I am giving my pussy. Please don’t harm my son.”

When she said that, a shameless heat went through my whole body. I kissed her forehead and encouraged her more openly, my mouth against her hair, my eyes on his cock going in and out of her.

“Good. Don’t take it back now. Keep hugging me and let him fuck you. I am watching. You are still my wife.”
She kept hugging me and opened her thighs wider for him.
The astrologer’s breathing became rough. He was close. I could see it in the way his stomach tightened, in the way his cock swelled inside her pussy and stayed there a second longer after each push. My wife felt it too. She looked at me in fear and surrender together, her mouth wet, her eyes unfocused.
“Shiva, he is going to finish inside. I can feel his cock getting harder. Don’t let him put it in me like that… or let him, I don’t know, I can’t think…”
I kept hugging her and watched his cock sink into her pussy again. I did not tell him to pull out.
“Stay like this,” I whispered to her. “Let him come.”
She moaned against my neck, surrendered, her pussy wet around him, waiting for the last thing.

[novelistcasanova]

The astrologer did not last much longer.

He held my wife’s thighs open on the sofa and fucked her pussy with short, heavy strokes, his cock swelling inside her, his breathing breaking against her mouth. She kept hugging me, her face in my neck, her breasts shaking, the yellow chiffon saree and yellow petticoat still lifted to her waist. I looked down and watched his wet cock go into her pussy and stay there.
“Swami… I can feel it… don’t put it inside…” she said.
The astrologer kissed her lips and answered her while he kept moving.
“I am putting it inside. That is the promise.”
My wife hugged me tighter.
“Shiva, he is going to come in my pussy. I can feel his cock getting thicker. Tell him something.”
I kissed her hair and did not stop him.
“Let him come. Don’t close your thighs now.”
She moaned against my neck.
“Ah… ah… it is coming… I can feel it…”
The astrologer pushed his cock all the way into her pussy and held it there. His stomach tightened. A thick groan came out of his ugly mouth as he started coming inside her. I saw his ass clench and his cock jerk between her pussy lips.
“Ugh… take it…” he said.
My wife’s mouth opened on my shoulder.
“Ah… he is coming… I can feel his cum in my pussy… Shiva… it is going in…”
Her body reacted even then.
Her pussy clutched his cock. Her thighs shook. A wet sound came from between them as more cum pumped into her. She kept hugging me, crying and moaning together, her nipples tight, her stomach jumping with each spurt he put inside her.
I watched the whole thing, shamelessly hard, my hand on her back, pretending I was only holding my wife while another man’s cum filled her pussy.
The astrologer stayed inside her until the last jerk left his cock. Then he breathed against her breast and said,
“The promise is finished. The puja will stay.”
My wife did not speak for a moment.
She only hugged me, her pussy still around his cock, his cum already leaking out onto the sofa, her yellow blouse open, her white bra pulled down, her maroon panties still on the floor. When her voice came, it was small and broken.
“Shiva… he came inside me.”
“I know,” I said. “I saw it.”


The astrologer pulled his cock out of her pussy.
A thick line of cum followed it and leaked from my wife’s pussy onto the sofa. She kept hugging me and did not look down. Her yellow chiffon saree and yellow petticoat were still lifted to her waist. Her yellow blouse was still open. Her white bra was still pulled under her breasts. Her maroon panties were still on the floor. I looked at her pussy, open and wet, with his cum coming out of it, and my own cock stayed hard.
She spoke into my neck, her voice broken.
“Shiva, I can feel his cum coming out. Don’t look at me like that. I did this for our son.”
I kept hugging her and answered as if I was only comforting her.
“I know. I am here. Sit for a minute. Don’t get up suddenly.”
The astrologer tucked his cock back into the saffron dhoti and looked at her body with open satisfaction. Then he looked at me.
“The promise is complete,” he said. “The boy will remain passed. If anyone in this house tries to turn this into shame and break what happened, I will remember the puja.”
My wife flinched in my arms.
“Please don’t say that again, Swami. I gave what you asked. Leave my son alone now.”
“I will leave him,” the astrologer said. “You kept the reward.”
She started crying again, quieter this time, and I rubbed her back over the open yellow blouse. Inside I was not only comforting her. I was still seeing his cock go into her pussy. I was still hearing her say she was giving it. I was still watching his cum leak out of my wife.
“Let me put the maroon panties on her,” I told him, as if I was taking my wife back.
He picked the maroon panties up from the floor himself and held them out.
“You put them. She is your wife.”
My wife looked at me, ashamed, and opened her thighs a little so I could bring the maroon panties up over her wet pussy. I felt his cum on my fingers when the maroon panties touched her. She bit her lip and turned her face away.
“Don’t say anything now,” she whispered to me. “Just take me to the bathroom after he goes.”
I nodded.
The astrologer sat back in the chair as if our living room had become ordinary again, while my wife sat beside me with another man’s cum inside her pussy, hugging me, waiting for him to leave.


The astrologer did not stay long after that.
He looked at my wife one more time, at her open yellow blouse, at the yellow chiffon saree sitting wrongly on her body, at the maroon panties I had put back on her wet pussy, and then he stood up.
“I am going,” he said. “Keep the house quiet. Don’t make this into a fight tonight.”
My wife folded her hands without lifting her face.
“Please go, Swami.”
I took him to the door.
When I came back, she was still on the sofa, hugging herself, the pallu of the yellow chiffon saree pulled over her breasts as if that could hide what had just happened. I sat beside her. She immediately held my shirt.
“Take me to the bathroom, Shiva. I want to wash. I can feel his cum in my pussy. I don’t want it to stay inside me.”
I put my arm around her and helped her stand.
Her legs were weak. The maroon panties were already damp between her thighs. She walked with me to the bedroom first, not looking at the sofa. Inside the room she sat on the edge of the bed and started crying again, quietly, the kind of crying that comes after the body has given more than the mouth wanted to give.
“I let him fuck me,” she said. “I let him come inside me. I kept hugging you and I still let him do it. I feel dirty and I also feel like I cannot look at you.”
I sat in front of her and held her hands.
“Look at me. You did it for Rajesh. That is what you told me. I am not sending you away from me.”
She searched my face, wanting the husband who loved her, not the man who had told her to stay still.

“Then let me wash his cum out,” she said. “Please. After that you can hold me. After that you can take me if you want. I belong to you. But I cannot sit with his cum in my pussy.”
I looked at the maroon panties, at the wet mark, at her open yellow blouse and the white bra still pulled down under her breasts.
A part of me wanted to take her to the bathroom at once.
Another part of me wanted to keep that cum inside her a little longer, because I had watched it go in and I was still hard from it.
“Come,” I said. “We will go to the bathroom.”
I said it like a husband taking his wife to wash.
Inside, I was already thinking of what I would do to her after the water had run.



I took her into the bathroom.
She stood near the tap, pulled the maroon panties down, and I saw the astrologer’s cum on her inner thighs and at the mouth of her pussy. She looked away from me and opened the shower.
“Don’t watch, Shiva. I want to wash it out first.”
I did not let her finish.
I took her into my complete embrace from behind, lifted the yellow chiffon saree and the yellow petticoat, and put my hand on her pussy. My fingers touched his cum. My cock was already hard against her ass cheeks.

“I watched him put it inside you,” I said against her neck. “I can’t send you under the water and pretend I didn’t see it.”
She held the sink and her voice broke.
“Then what do you want? Do you want to punish me? I know you are angry. I know you saw everything. I am your wife. If you want to fuck me now, fuck me. But I did it for our son, not because I wanted that old man.”
I opened my pants, put my cock against her pussy, and pushed in.
She was wet and open from him. My cock went in easily, through his cum, into her pussy. A sound came from both of us. She bent over the sink and I held her waist.
“Ah… Shiva… you are inside… I can still feel his cum…”
“I know,” I said. “That is why I am taking you now.”
I fucked her from behind, harder than I meant to at first, then slower when she started shaking. Her breasts hung over the sink, still out of the white bra. The yellow blouse hung open. She kept saying my name, accepting it, giving me her pussy as if she was returning it to me.

“Take me. I belong to you. If you are angry, put it in me. Don’t leave me after what you watched.”
I hugged her from behind and kept my cock moving in her pussy.
The thing that had woken up in me in the living room did not go away. I was claiming her, and I was also remembering his cock in the same pussy. The two feelings sat together and made me fuck her deeper.
“You are mine,” I told her. “Say it.”
“I am yours,” she said. “I am your wife. This pussy is yours. I only gave it to him because I was scared for Rajesh.”
My cock swelled inside her. She felt it and pressed her ass back against me.
“Shiva… you are going to come… I can feel it… come inside me… ah… ah…”
“I am coming,” I said against her neck. “Ah… Sudha… take it… ugh… ah…”
I pushed my cock all the way in and came inside her, groaning into her hair, my cock jerking in her pussy, adding my cum over his.
“Ah… ah… it is going in… Shiva… I can feel your cum… mmh… don’t pull out…” she moaned, crying softly, her pussy clutching my cock with each spurt.
I stayed in her pussy and hugged her until the last of it left me.
“Now both of you are inside me,” she whispered. “Please don’t hate me.”
“I don’t hate you.”
That was true.
What was also true, and what I did not say, was that watching him fuck her had changed me, and even after coming in her I already knew I would want to see it again.


After I pulled my cock out, I took her under the shower.
She did not stop me this time. I removed the yellow chiffon saree, the yellow blouse, the yellow petticoat, and the white bra, and I washed her body with my own hands. I soaped her breasts, her stomach, her ass cheeks, and then her pussy, where his cum and my cum were mixed. She held my shoulders and kept her face against my chest while the water ran.

“Is it coming out?” she asked.
“Yes.”
“Then wash it properly. I don’t want to feel him when I sleep.”
I washed her pussy slowly, two fingers opening her, water taking the cum down her thighs. She shivered and hugged me.
When we came out, I dried her with the white towel and took her to the bed. She lay down naked and pulled me over her, not for sex this time, only to be held. I hugged her. She put her face on my chest and stayed there.
“Tell me the truth,” she said after a long time. “Do you see me differently now?”
I rubbed her hair.
“I see you as my wife.”
“That is not what I asked. You watched him kiss me. You watched him put his cock in me. You told me to let him come. Then you fucked me in the bathroom with his cum still inside. I need to know if you hate that woman or if you still want her.”
I kissed her forehead.
“I still want you. I wanted you while he was inside you. I wanted you after he came. I want you now.”
She was quiet. Her fingers moved on my chest.
“Then don’t let him come to this house again. I gave what he asked. Our son has passed. That should be the end.”
“That should be the end,” I said.
She believed the sentence.
I wanted it to be true when I said it.
Under that, the new thing was still awake. I could still see his hands on her ass. I could still see her thighs open on the sofa. I could still hear her moan into my neck while another man finished in her pussy. I held her until her breathing slowed and she slept against me, clean, naked, mine, and changed.
Our son was still at my mother’s house in the next street.
The living room was empty.
The promise, she thought, was over.

[novelistcasanova]

Our son came home in the evening.

He was still happy. There were sweet boxes in his hands, and he was talking about Paati, about the neighbours, about how they had blessed him when he told them he had passed in the reevaluation. My wife went to him first. She held his face, looked at him for a long time, and her eyes became wet again, but this time the tears were quiet.
I stood behind her and watched.

She did not say what she had given for that smile. She only kept looking at him as if that one happy face had closed the whole month. Later, when he went to his room, she came to me in the kitchen and spoke in a low voice.
“It was worth it, Shiva. I know what I did. I know what you watched. But look at him. I have not seen that face on him since the first result came. If this is the price, I can carry it.”
I did not argue with her.

At night she wore her nighty and came to bed.
No bra. No panties. She lay down next to me and put her head on my chest, the way she used to before the astrologer entered our house. I hugged her. She slept soon, tired, clean, still my wife. I stayed awake a little longer with my hand on her waist, listening to her breathe, and let the house become ordinary again.

[novelistcasanova]

In the morning she woke before me.

When I opened my eyes she was lying on her side, looking at me, the nighty riding up her thighs. She took my hand and put it on her ass.

“You asked for my asshole after the function,” she said. “I said not that night, but one day. That day can be this morning. He took what he took yesterday. This is only for you.”
I turned her onto her stomach.

She lay flat on the bed, face on the pillow, arms beside her head. I got on top of her from behind, between her thighs, and lifted the nighty up to her waist. That was the position — my wife on her stomach, me over her back, my cock at her ass.
Her ass cheeks were in front of me, her asshole closed and shy. She held the pillow and hid her face.

“Go slow. I have not given this to anyone. If it hurts I will say. Don’t treat me like you are punishing me. Take it like I am giving it.”
I wet her asshole with my fingers and then with my mouth. She shivered. When I put the head of my cock there, she reached back and held my thigh.
“I love you. Put it in.”
I pushed in slowly.

Her asshole opened around my cock, tight and hot. She moaned into the pillow.
“Ah… Shiva… it is going in… wait… okay… now…”
I hugged her from behind, my chest on her back, and gave her the rest of my cock inch by inch. I stayed still until her breathing settled. Then she pushed her ass up a little.
“You can move. This is yours.”
I fucked her asshole slowly in that same position, my wife on her stomach, my body over her back, my cock moving in her ass.

Yesterday her pussy had gone to the astrologer out of fear. This morning her asshole was opening for me out of love. I could hear the difference in her voice.
“Ah… Shiva… I am yours… only this… only you…”
“I am coming.”
“Come inside. Ah… ah… take it…”
I pushed in and came in her asshole.
“Ugh… Sudha… ah…”
“Ah… I can feel it… mmh… don’t pull out yet…”
I stayed on top of her, my cock inside her asshole, and hugged her until both of us went still.
Then I kissed her shoulder and thanked her.
“Thank you. You didn’t have to give me this after yesterday. Thank you for still giving it to me.”
She turned her face on the pillow and shook her head.
“Don’t thank me. There is nothing to thank. I belong to you. I am your wife. My body is yours. If you want my asshole, it is already yours. You don’t thank a wife for what belongs to you.”
I stayed inside her and held her after that, with no more words.


I pulled my cock out of her asshole slowly and lay down beside her.
She kept the nighty at her waist for a while, then pulled it down and came into my complete embrace, her face on my chest, one leg over my thigh. The house was quiet. From the other room I could hear our son moving, still in that happy mood from the result. My wife heard it too. A small smile came on her mouth.
“He is himself again,” she said. “That is enough for me.”
I rubbed her back over the nighty.
“And you? Are you all right?”
She thought for a moment, then kissed my chest.

“I am all right if you look at me like this. Don’t treat me like something broken. I am still your wife. If you want me in the morning, take me. If you want me at night, take me. I belong here.”
That smile, and the warmth of her pussy against my thigh, made me horny again, but it was a different heat now — not the fear of the living room, not the ugly mouth of the astrologer, only my wife in her nighty, soft, mine, a little wet from what I had just put in her ass.
I put my hand under the nighty and held her ass cheek.
She laughed under her breath and looked up at me.
“Again? You just came.”
“I know. I still want to hold you.”
“Then hold me. If it becomes more than holding, I won’t stop you. Today I want this house to feel like our house again.”
I kissed her mouth.
She kissed me back, longer, and her hand went over my cock, not in a rush, only as a wife touching what was hers. From the other room our son called that he wanted coffee. She smiled against my lips.

“I will make coffee for him. Then I will come back to you.”
She got up, smoothed the nighty, and went to the kitchen.
I lay on the bed and listened to her talk to our son, ordinary, warm, happy. My body was still hot from her asshole, from her mouth, from the way she had said she belonged to me. The fear had left the rooms. What remained was a family that had come back, a wife who was still mine, and a hunger that now lived only between us.
When she returned with my coffee, she sat on the bed and kissed me once more.
“Drink. Then we start the day.”
I drank.

She sat beside me, her thigh against mine, and the story of that house, for now, ended there — happy, horny, and closed on my wife.

The End 

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[aravindkkumar08]

Nice story as usual as we seeing a movie in real. Even though the story is routine but narration is unbelievable. Continue like this.

[ananth1986]

Happy ending.
Thank you .
Small doubt......Is any one named Santhosh is your enemy?
Just for fun ji

[novelistcasanova]

Nice story as usual as we seeing a movie in real. Even though the story is routine but narration is unbelievable. Continue like this.

Thank you so much, Aravind! ❤️ Really glad the narration made you feel like you were watching the story unfold like a movie. Your continued support means a lot. ??

[novelistcasanova]

Happy ending.
Thank you .
Small doubt......Is any one named Santhosh is your enemy?
Just for fun ji

Haha! ? No, Ananth… I have nothing against Santhosh personally! It just seems that whenever a character named Santhosh enters my stories, fate has already decided his ending! ? Maybe Santhosh should be worried about appearing in my next story! ? Thank you for reading and for the fun comment! ❤️

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[The_Ramukaka]

Superb erotica.... the astrologer was cunning af!!

Husband totally revealed his dormant cuckold and astrologer made full use of it!
Another feather in your cap!

[saka1981]

A very beautiful story, with not a single dull moment anywhere. I really liked the part where the astrologer and Sudha are intimate, while Sudha’s husband watches and then comforts her afterward. That scene was very well written. Wishing you all the best, and I hope you continue to give us more stories like this.

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Thank you Goku