21-11-2018, 12:06 PM
Chapter 11
[i]I will fuck your wife.[/i]
Sam's scream echoed in my dream. Sam. He brought back the nightmares.
No. I don't want him to take my wife. Not even once.
But what can I do? I thought about it deeply over the whole night.
I decided that the only way forward is through Mr Das.
Next day I called him at noon.
"Today is Thursday again. What's up with your lady?"
I asked.
"Nothing's striking me, man. I would probably witness that bastard taking her for a date again."
He said in a dejected voice.
After some time, I got his message.
That Meera has left with Sam. My heart was suddenly pounding hard but I knew I can't let it heard by him. I waited for some time before calling him.
"It's really painful to watch our dream girl walk into the hands of another man, isn't it?"
I couldn't reply the question. Yet I could relate myself to him.
I had lived that moment many times. Yet I couldn't reply that question.
"You better spy them."
I advised.
The whole evening was tensed. I contacted Das again.
"They went to a coffee shop first, then to a furniture store and bought something. For her house I guess."
"Then they would have gone to her flat."
"Yeah. I've heard she's bought a new flat."
"She lives alone right."
"OMG. Really."
He panicked and sent his man to after them.
No message came from him after that. I didn't dare to call him again. He would doubt why I do take so much interest in this.
I felt like hell.
I wasn't in a situation to leave my workplace. But my mind flew to Meera's flat and tried to peak into the room where Sam and Meera would be sitting at the moment. She'd be alone and vulnerable. Would she stop him if he tries to kiss her? Would he stop with only a kiss? No. He wouldn't. He'd start touching all of her body, even if she objects. Would he be satisfied merely by touching or feeling her body? No. He wouldn't.
And how much can she resist him? Her lust would definitely overtake her will. She might not object much when he pushes her to the wall, letting her jacket drop on the floor...
Turning her onto the table and bending her forward, Sam would put up his rough version.
Just the way Ananya had mentioned.
"He comes, he fucks hard and he shoots deep inside."
He would fuck my wife hard, hard like she would enjoy, and he would shoot deep inside her. Meera likes the hard way. Maybe she's receiving it at the moment. Really quick and deep, Meera would enjoy it, no matter what Ananya thinks of her husband. Maybe it's possible that she wouldn't be satisfied by him completely, but she could still like it. Like Ananya likes mine. Whether Meera loved it or not, he'd face me tomorrow with a victory smile.
"I've done it, mate! I've fucked your wife. She was asking for more when I was driving my dick deep into her hole.…"
I shook my head in despair.
No. I will thrash him when he mouths those words. I grinned.
[i]I will fuck your wife.[/i]
Sam's scream echoed in my dream. Sam. He brought back the nightmares.
No. I don't want him to take my wife. Not even once.
But what can I do? I thought about it deeply over the whole night.
I decided that the only way forward is through Mr Das.
Next day I called him at noon.
"Today is Thursday again. What's up with your lady?"
I asked.
"Nothing's striking me, man. I would probably witness that bastard taking her for a date again."
He said in a dejected voice.
After some time, I got his message.
That Meera has left with Sam. My heart was suddenly pounding hard but I knew I can't let it heard by him. I waited for some time before calling him.
"It's really painful to watch our dream girl walk into the hands of another man, isn't it?"
I couldn't reply the question. Yet I could relate myself to him.
I had lived that moment many times. Yet I couldn't reply that question.
"You better spy them."
I advised.
The whole evening was tensed. I contacted Das again.
"They went to a coffee shop first, then to a furniture store and bought something. For her house I guess."
"Then they would have gone to her flat."
"Yeah. I've heard she's bought a new flat."
"She lives alone right."
"OMG. Really."
He panicked and sent his man to after them.
No message came from him after that. I didn't dare to call him again. He would doubt why I do take so much interest in this.
I felt like hell.
I wasn't in a situation to leave my workplace. But my mind flew to Meera's flat and tried to peak into the room where Sam and Meera would be sitting at the moment. She'd be alone and vulnerable. Would she stop him if he tries to kiss her? Would he stop with only a kiss? No. He wouldn't. He'd start touching all of her body, even if she objects. Would he be satisfied merely by touching or feeling her body? No. He wouldn't.
And how much can she resist him? Her lust would definitely overtake her will. She might not object much when he pushes her to the wall, letting her jacket drop on the floor...
Turning her onto the table and bending her forward, Sam would put up his rough version.
Just the way Ananya had mentioned.
"He comes, he fucks hard and he shoots deep inside."
He would fuck my wife hard, hard like she would enjoy, and he would shoot deep inside her. Meera likes the hard way. Maybe she's receiving it at the moment. Really quick and deep, Meera would enjoy it, no matter what Ananya thinks of her husband. Maybe it's possible that she wouldn't be satisfied by him completely, but she could still like it. Like Ananya likes mine. Whether Meera loved it or not, he'd face me tomorrow with a victory smile.
"I've done it, mate! I've fucked your wife. She was asking for more when I was driving my dick deep into her hole.…"
I shook my head in despair.
No. I will thrash him when he mouths those words. I grinned.
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