07-02-2019, 11:06 AM
The Unwanted Houseguest Ch 29.
We reached home after Amir bought the booze. When he rang the doorbell, Kavi answered the doorbell wearing a simple saree. “Hi Baby”, she said and kissed Amir right at the doorstep of our house. I immediately became nervous and looked around if someone else was watching. Kavi was getting more and more reckless in hiding her relationship with her lover. If things went this way, then pretty soon everyone would know that I just a cuckold and that Kavi was being fucked in bed by Amir every night.
Presently Amir and Kavi were keeping up with their prolonged kiss and Amir had even cupped her ass with his left hand. Once they finished the kiss, Amir walked inside and proceeded to follow him. Surprisingly, Kavi smiled at me, wrapped her hands around my neck and gave me a wet sloppy kiss as well. I could taste Amir’s disgusting saliva in her mouth as she kissed me, but my heart fluttered at the thought that the was still showing her love for me. I felt nostalgic as I remembered the days early on in our marriage when Kavi would kiss me like this every day and every time we were in bed having sex. I missed the softness of her lips and her hot breath as she exhaled while she kissed.
I could feel my penis slowly respond to the kiss and harden.I longed to hold her by her soft waist and pull her closer and push my hard cock between her thighs, but before I could so so, she pulled away, still smiling.
“Did you get it, Prem?” Kavi turned and asked Amir, who was now entering his bedroom.
“Yes, I left it on the kitchen slab.”, he replied.
“Go freshen up and come, baby. I have already made something for dinner.”, said Kavi, looking at me.
She seemed awfully happy and chirpy this evening. I became more curious of who was going to join us tonight. I went to our room and took a bath. As I came out of the shower, I noticed that Kavi was also in our bedroom. She was searching through the cupboard for something.
She took out a pair of my normal mens pyjamas - something that I hadn’t been allowed to wear in a long time - and laid them out on the bed.
“Wear these, dear. We have a guest coming over tonight and I want you to look your supportive best.”
“Who is the guest?” I asked meekly but Kavi just walked out of the room into Amir’s bedroom, as if she hadn’t hear my question at all.
Soon, Amir was also dressed and came to the living room and sat with Kavi to watch TV. He had worn a tight vest and lose track pants. It showed off his muscles and made him seem even more menacing than ever. I watched them for a while as Amir groped Kavi’s breast over the saree. Kavi was also obliging him but I couldn’t notice that Amir looked a bit off and didn’t seem to be his usual smug self. He seemed a little distracted.
Suddenly, the bell rang and I could see Kavi’s face light up a little.
“Pussy Boy, go open the door.” Amir said.
I was a bit surprised that he called me “Pussy Boy” instead of the usual “P.B.”. But as instructed, I went to the door and opened it. And outside stood a bald, bearded man, who was even larger than Amir and even more muscular. It was easy to understand that this must be one of Amir’s gym buddies. But he seemed to be a much more regular user of the gym, judging by the veins popping out of his thick arms that were visible over his tight t-shirt.
“Hi, is this Kavita bhabi’s house? She had invited me for dinner.”, the man said.
“Yes this is her house. Please come in.”
But I was now terrified for Kavi. Did Amir plan to have a group sex session with Kavi and this man? How would Kavi even agree to this? What was going on? I was feeling very confused.
He came in a Kavita welcomed him with a big smile.
“Hi Mangal. Hope you were able to find the house easily”
“Haan no problem”, he replied in his deep voice.”Hi Prem.”, he said, presently looking at Amir. So Kavi had introduced Amir as Prem to this Mangal as well.
Amir just looked at Mangal and nodded. I now understood the reason for Amir’s distraction. He was clearly uncomfortable in Mangal’s presence. The whole conversation between Kavi and him in the morning made a little more sense now.
“Mangal, this is my cousin Manu”, said Kavi.”Manu, this is Mangal. He frequents our gym and is a stunt actor for Bollywood movies.”
Cousin? COUSIN???!!!!!!, I was screaming inside my head. Kavi had not even acknowledged me as her husband. My heart fell. For a short while , I felt that that there was no more hope in trying to get Kavi back. How could she do this? What disappointed me even more was the way in which she had said this - in an extremely cool and composed tone - as if it was the truth. And now it even felt partially true. How was I her husband now except for in the legal sense of the word? We were not partners; I didn’t even recognise this new person that she had become.
“Hi Mangal”, I said as I dejectedly shook his hand. His grip was firm and I thought he could easily crush my hand if he wanted to.
“Manu, set the table na.”, said Kavi, dismissing me to the kitchen. As I walked in there, I saw that Kavi had quite a few non-vegetarian dishes in several containers. But they looked more like they had been ordered from a restaurant rather than prepared by Kavi. I quietly started setting the table as Kavi and Amir chatted with Mangal in the living room. Kavi seemed to be doing most of the talking.
After some time, Kavi came into the kitchen to help me with the plates. We then sat down to have dinner.
“Mmm..the chicken dish is really good, Kavita bhabi.”
“Thanks, Mangal. But I didn’t make it. I had to order as I was out shopping at daytime. Here, why don’t you try some of the beef and mutton too?”. said Kavi.
“No no. I am on a strict diet. Can’t have any red meat for some time. You should try it too, Amir. It will bring more definition to your muscles. It won’t be loose like it is now.”
Amir just grunted a ‘yes’. If Kavi was sending his uncomfortableness, then she was a doing a good job of not showing it.
We reached home after Amir bought the booze. When he rang the doorbell, Kavi answered the doorbell wearing a simple saree. “Hi Baby”, she said and kissed Amir right at the doorstep of our house. I immediately became nervous and looked around if someone else was watching. Kavi was getting more and more reckless in hiding her relationship with her lover. If things went this way, then pretty soon everyone would know that I just a cuckold and that Kavi was being fucked in bed by Amir every night.
Presently Amir and Kavi were keeping up with their prolonged kiss and Amir had even cupped her ass with his left hand. Once they finished the kiss, Amir walked inside and proceeded to follow him. Surprisingly, Kavi smiled at me, wrapped her hands around my neck and gave me a wet sloppy kiss as well. I could taste Amir’s disgusting saliva in her mouth as she kissed me, but my heart fluttered at the thought that the was still showing her love for me. I felt nostalgic as I remembered the days early on in our marriage when Kavi would kiss me like this every day and every time we were in bed having sex. I missed the softness of her lips and her hot breath as she exhaled while she kissed.
I could feel my penis slowly respond to the kiss and harden.I longed to hold her by her soft waist and pull her closer and push my hard cock between her thighs, but before I could so so, she pulled away, still smiling.
“Did you get it, Prem?” Kavi turned and asked Amir, who was now entering his bedroom.
“Yes, I left it on the kitchen slab.”, he replied.
“Go freshen up and come, baby. I have already made something for dinner.”, said Kavi, looking at me.
She seemed awfully happy and chirpy this evening. I became more curious of who was going to join us tonight. I went to our room and took a bath. As I came out of the shower, I noticed that Kavi was also in our bedroom. She was searching through the cupboard for something.
She took out a pair of my normal mens pyjamas - something that I hadn’t been allowed to wear in a long time - and laid them out on the bed.
“Wear these, dear. We have a guest coming over tonight and I want you to look your supportive best.”
“Who is the guest?” I asked meekly but Kavi just walked out of the room into Amir’s bedroom, as if she hadn’t hear my question at all.
Soon, Amir was also dressed and came to the living room and sat with Kavi to watch TV. He had worn a tight vest and lose track pants. It showed off his muscles and made him seem even more menacing than ever. I watched them for a while as Amir groped Kavi’s breast over the saree. Kavi was also obliging him but I couldn’t notice that Amir looked a bit off and didn’t seem to be his usual smug self. He seemed a little distracted.
Suddenly, the bell rang and I could see Kavi’s face light up a little.
“Pussy Boy, go open the door.” Amir said.
I was a bit surprised that he called me “Pussy Boy” instead of the usual “P.B.”. But as instructed, I went to the door and opened it. And outside stood a bald, bearded man, who was even larger than Amir and even more muscular. It was easy to understand that this must be one of Amir’s gym buddies. But he seemed to be a much more regular user of the gym, judging by the veins popping out of his thick arms that were visible over his tight t-shirt.
“Hi, is this Kavita bhabi’s house? She had invited me for dinner.”, the man said.
“Yes this is her house. Please come in.”
But I was now terrified for Kavi. Did Amir plan to have a group sex session with Kavi and this man? How would Kavi even agree to this? What was going on? I was feeling very confused.
He came in a Kavita welcomed him with a big smile.
“Hi Mangal. Hope you were able to find the house easily”
“Haan no problem”, he replied in his deep voice.”Hi Prem.”, he said, presently looking at Amir. So Kavi had introduced Amir as Prem to this Mangal as well.
Amir just looked at Mangal and nodded. I now understood the reason for Amir’s distraction. He was clearly uncomfortable in Mangal’s presence. The whole conversation between Kavi and him in the morning made a little more sense now.
“Mangal, this is my cousin Manu”, said Kavi.”Manu, this is Mangal. He frequents our gym and is a stunt actor for Bollywood movies.”
Cousin? COUSIN???!!!!!!, I was screaming inside my head. Kavi had not even acknowledged me as her husband. My heart fell. For a short while , I felt that that there was no more hope in trying to get Kavi back. How could she do this? What disappointed me even more was the way in which she had said this - in an extremely cool and composed tone - as if it was the truth. And now it even felt partially true. How was I her husband now except for in the legal sense of the word? We were not partners; I didn’t even recognise this new person that she had become.
“Hi Mangal”, I said as I dejectedly shook his hand. His grip was firm and I thought he could easily crush my hand if he wanted to.
“Manu, set the table na.”, said Kavi, dismissing me to the kitchen. As I walked in there, I saw that Kavi had quite a few non-vegetarian dishes in several containers. But they looked more like they had been ordered from a restaurant rather than prepared by Kavi. I quietly started setting the table as Kavi and Amir chatted with Mangal in the living room. Kavi seemed to be doing most of the talking.
After some time, Kavi came into the kitchen to help me with the plates. We then sat down to have dinner.
“Mmm..the chicken dish is really good, Kavita bhabi.”
“Thanks, Mangal. But I didn’t make it. I had to order as I was out shopping at daytime. Here, why don’t you try some of the beef and mutton too?”. said Kavi.
“No no. I am on a strict diet. Can’t have any red meat for some time. You should try it too, Amir. It will bring more definition to your muscles. It won’t be loose like it is now.”
Amir just grunted a ‘yes’. If Kavi was sending his uncomfortableness, then she was a doing a good job of not showing it.
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