07-02-2019, 10:41 AM
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The Unwanted Houseguest Ch. 27
I was devastated upon seeing the ring attached to Kavi’s belly button. It was a major blow to the optimism that I had built up in the past two weeks. I began to doubt if Kavi really wanted to be mine again.
“Are you okay?”, I registered Gowri’s voice. She had noticed me stumbling a bit upon seeing Kavi’s belly ring. But I was too stunned to notice that this was the first time that Gowri had addressed me directly.
“He’s fine, Gowri. Maybe a bit tired after work”, said Kavi as she smiled at me. But her smile no longer felt warm. I felt pity and a condescending note in that smile.
I was feeling too bitter to respond.
“Oye, P.B., Didn’t you hear? Gowri asked you something!”, growled Amir, obviously irritated by my silence.
“Yes, I’m...I’m fine”, I stammered, jolted by Amir’s voice.I also noted that this was the first time that Amir had called me P.B. openly in front of Gowri. Strangely, it hadn’t drawn much of a reaction from her.
Maybe she already knew that he called me by that name. How could she not? After all, she had seen me dressed in women’s undergarments and knew that I was being cuckolded in my own house by my own wife and her fiancé.
An hour and half later, dinner was served. Gowri kept complimenting Kavi’s belly ring, again and again saying how it looked really sexy on her. Kavi narrated how she had gone to a tattoo and piercing parlour in the city centre to get the piercing.
So that’s where she was when I called her earlier today. When I called her out of love to happily discuss the prospect of her moving back into my room, she was out getting her lover’s initials attached to her belly button; just like she had when they were in college and as an item.
After everyone finished eating, Kavi curtly asked me to wash the plates. As I picked up the plates and walked into the kitchen, I could hear the three of them squeezing in together on the couch. I glanced back quickly and sure enough, Amir was sitting between my beautiful wife and his fiance, his arms over their shoulders, his palms lightly grazing their tits. He saw me and gave me a nasty grin. I lowered my eyes suddenly and shifted my focus back on cleaning plates.
I could hear Kavi switch on the TV and tune in to an English movie channel. Presently, I could also hear them whispering among themselves. I couldn’t make out the entire conversation, but I heard Kavi say “I’ve always wanted to try it” and Amir respond with a cocky “I can definitely do it”. Were they watching a sex scene in the movie and discussing trying it out? It surely sounded so.
Had they become so used to their sexual adventures that they were openly discussing what new ways they could do it in? The whole thought made me feel nauseated and depressed, but strangely not because they were going to have sex in new ways and positions, but becase Kavi had presumably reached such a level of comfort with her adultery and seemed to have truly and fully accepted Amir as her mate.
Once the dishes were done, I went in to the living room and sat on the single setee.
“You can sit on the floor, P.B. Its cold and will be comforting for you”, said Amir. Although his words sounded lik concern, his tone conveyed that it was more of an order and that he was simply intent on treating me as an inferior human.
I could suddenly feel a rebellious rage building up within me. But as quickly as that emotion rose, I felt it die down equally quickly and the rage was replaced with fear as I felt Amir’s steely gaze on me. I looked at Kavi with pleading eyes, hoping that she would say something, hopeing she would come to my rescue.
But it was too much to ask. Kavi kept staring at the movie on the television and refused to give me any mercy. I slowly got off the chair and meekly sat down on the hard tile floor. The nightie that I had worn was too thin and I could feel how cold the floor was. But I kept on sitting without any protest.
The movie lasted for half an hour more and once it was over, Amir stood up and holding the girls by their waists, took them to the bedroom and locked thedoor. I knew what would be going on behind those doors. The thought of the threesome started to arouse me and I felt my penis stirring in my pants, struggling for space as it became engorged.
I went back to my bedroom, lay down on the bed and attempted to mastrubate. But even though I tried I could not maintain the momentum and my penis shrunk back. Frustrated, I twisted and turned on the bed till I fell alseep.
I was devastated upon seeing the ring attached to Kavi’s belly button. It was a major blow to the optimism that I had built up in the past two weeks. I began to doubt if Kavi really wanted to be mine again.
“Are you okay?”, I registered Gowri’s voice. She had noticed me stumbling a bit upon seeing Kavi’s belly ring. But I was too stunned to notice that this was the first time that Gowri had addressed me directly.
“He’s fine, Gowri. Maybe a bit tired after work”, said Kavi as she smiled at me. But her smile no longer felt warm. I felt pity and a condescending note in that smile.
I was feeling too bitter to respond.
“Oye, P.B., Didn’t you hear? Gowri asked you something!”, growled Amir, obviously irritated by my silence.
“Yes, I’m...I’m fine”, I stammered, jolted by Amir’s voice.I also noted that this was the first time that Amir had called me P.B. openly in front of Gowri. Strangely, it hadn’t drawn much of a reaction from her.
Maybe she already knew that he called me by that name. How could she not? After all, she had seen me dressed in women’s undergarments and knew that I was being cuckolded in my own house by my own wife and her fiancé.
An hour and half later, dinner was served. Gowri kept complimenting Kavi’s belly ring, again and again saying how it looked really sexy on her. Kavi narrated how she had gone to a tattoo and piercing parlour in the city centre to get the piercing.
So that’s where she was when I called her earlier today. When I called her out of love to happily discuss the prospect of her moving back into my room, she was out getting her lover’s initials attached to her belly button; just like she had when they were in college and as an item.
After everyone finished eating, Kavi curtly asked me to wash the plates. As I picked up the plates and walked into the kitchen, I could hear the three of them squeezing in together on the couch. I glanced back quickly and sure enough, Amir was sitting between my beautiful wife and his fiance, his arms over their shoulders, his palms lightly grazing their tits. He saw me and gave me a nasty grin. I lowered my eyes suddenly and shifted my focus back on cleaning plates.
I could hear Kavi switch on the TV and tune in to an English movie channel. Presently, I could also hear them whispering among themselves. I couldn’t make out the entire conversation, but I heard Kavi say “I’ve always wanted to try it” and Amir respond with a cocky “I can definitely do it”. Were they watching a sex scene in the movie and discussing trying it out? It surely sounded so.
Had they become so used to their sexual adventures that they were openly discussing what new ways they could do it in? The whole thought made me feel nauseated and depressed, but strangely not because they were going to have sex in new ways and positions, but becase Kavi had presumably reached such a level of comfort with her adultery and seemed to have truly and fully accepted Amir as her mate.
Once the dishes were done, I went in to the living room and sat on the single setee.
“You can sit on the floor, P.B. Its cold and will be comforting for you”, said Amir. Although his words sounded lik concern, his tone conveyed that it was more of an order and that he was simply intent on treating me as an inferior human.
I could suddenly feel a rebellious rage building up within me. But as quickly as that emotion rose, I felt it die down equally quickly and the rage was replaced with fear as I felt Amir’s steely gaze on me. I looked at Kavi with pleading eyes, hoping that she would say something, hopeing she would come to my rescue.
But it was too much to ask. Kavi kept staring at the movie on the television and refused to give me any mercy. I slowly got off the chair and meekly sat down on the hard tile floor. The nightie that I had worn was too thin and I could feel how cold the floor was. But I kept on sitting without any protest.
The movie lasted for half an hour more and once it was over, Amir stood up and holding the girls by their waists, took them to the bedroom and locked thedoor. I knew what would be going on behind those doors. The thought of the threesome started to arouse me and I felt my penis stirring in my pants, struggling for space as it became engorged.
I went back to my bedroom, lay down on the bed and attempted to mastrubate. But even though I tried I could not maintain the momentum and my penis shrunk back. Frustrated, I twisted and turned on the bed till I fell alseep.
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