07-02-2019, 11:43 AM
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I was stunned to see that She was wearing the same red mini skirt and blouse that she would wear when she massaged Amir earlier. How could she wear this now, in front of Mangal?
But I was even more surprised to see that Kavi was holding a bottle of whisky in hand. Finally I understood what Mangal meant when he said that Kavi would get something to drink. He already knew that she was going to serve him some whisky because they had made plans to drink together!
But Kavi wouldn’t have bought alcohol by herself. Maybe Amir has a bottle stashed away in his cupboard.
“Oh, you got alcohol for yourself, bhabi?”
“I was thinking that we could both drink.”, Kavi said
“I don't drink bhabi. Maybe I will just have some soda or water.”
“Arey, I completely forgot. Manu, please get Mangal some soda from the fridge”, she said assertively.
As I went to the kitchen to fetch the soda, a thought crept into my mind. If Mangal had not made drinking plans with Kavi, then did Kavi plan to have alcohol with Mangal all by herself? But why? She could have asked me. I also have never had alcohol and do not like it, but given our present condition, I would be more than happy to swallow poison also to get her back.
I heard Kavi behind me in the kitchen. She came close to me, placed her hand on my cheek. I could smell her fragrance now and it was intoxicating. I felt my cock suddenly become semi-erect. Looking deep into my eyes, Kavi said, “ Do you still love me, Manu?”
“Kavi, you already know the answer to that. But I am very worried whether you love me or not. I mean, just look at how you are dressed. Do you really have to wear all this. Not even Amir is here to force you to do all this.”
“Do I not look beautiful, Manu? Sometimes I like to be appreciated for my beauty. Sometimes I like being free like this. I know you have never approved of me being free in any way.”
“I have never restricted you, Kavi. I love you. Of course I want you to feel free. But this just seems a little extreme.”
“You’re just very close minded, Manu. Other men love showing off their wives. Amir also encouraged me to dress up when we went out.”
Perhaps it was the mention of Amir that made me weirdly competitive in the moment. Perhaps it was the realisation that maybe in the first few years, my conservative orthodox background did force me to impose a few rules on how Kavi should dress. Whatever it was, I heard myself say, “No, Kavi. Please wear whatever you have to. I am proud to have you as my wife and I love you a lot.”
“Thanks, Manu. Poor Mangal I sense is feeling very awkward in spending time with me when you are here. Could you please go to our bedroom and take a nap or something? “
“What? Mangal doesn’t seem to mind me at all. Plus, I am your husband, Kavi. How can you expect me to just go away while you drink in front of another man?”
“See, Manu. Now your love and trust is again becoming evident. You can choose to go away or you can choose to join us. But if you join us, then I will know how much you love me and trust me and things between us will be never be the same again.”, said Kavi threateningly and before I could respond, she stormed out of the kitchen.
I just stood there, stunned at what had just transpired. I wanted to assert myself and still sit along with Kavi and Mangal, but it would destroy any chances of getting Kavi back. On the other hand, Mangal seemed to be a decent guy. He kept calling Kavi as “bhabi”, so would he really take advantage of her? He wasn’t an Amir. But what if he did? How much would he be able to resist the woman sitting drunk in front of him in a mini skirt?
With these thoughts, I walked out of the kitchen with the soda bottle in hand. I placed the soda bottle on the table in front of the sofa. I could sense Kavi glaring at me. Looking at Mangal I said “ You two please go ahead and have your drinks. I am feeling a bit tired and will take a nap in the bedroom.“
It took all of my mental strength to say those words. I moved towards the bedroom, entered it, but instead of closing the door completely, I kept it open slightly so that I could hear what was going on in the living room.
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But I was even more surprised to see that Kavi was holding a bottle of whisky in hand. Finally I understood what Mangal meant when he said that Kavi would get something to drink. He already knew that she was going to serve him some whisky because they had made plans to drink together!
But Kavi wouldn’t have bought alcohol by herself. Maybe Amir has a bottle stashed away in his cupboard.
“Oh, you got alcohol for yourself, bhabi?”
“I was thinking that we could both drink.”, Kavi said
“I don't drink bhabi. Maybe I will just have some soda or water.”
“Arey, I completely forgot. Manu, please get Mangal some soda from the fridge”, she said assertively.
As I went to the kitchen to fetch the soda, a thought crept into my mind. If Mangal had not made drinking plans with Kavi, then did Kavi plan to have alcohol with Mangal all by herself? But why? She could have asked me. I also have never had alcohol and do not like it, but given our present condition, I would be more than happy to swallow poison also to get her back.
I heard Kavi behind me in the kitchen. She came close to me, placed her hand on my cheek. I could smell her fragrance now and it was intoxicating. I felt my cock suddenly become semi-erect. Looking deep into my eyes, Kavi said, “ Do you still love me, Manu?”
“Kavi, you already know the answer to that. But I am very worried whether you love me or not. I mean, just look at how you are dressed. Do you really have to wear all this. Not even Amir is here to force you to do all this.”
“Do I not look beautiful, Manu? Sometimes I like to be appreciated for my beauty. Sometimes I like being free like this. I know you have never approved of me being free in any way.”
“I have never restricted you, Kavi. I love you. Of course I want you to feel free. But this just seems a little extreme.”
“You’re just very close minded, Manu. Other men love showing off their wives. Amir also encouraged me to dress up when we went out.”
Perhaps it was the mention of Amir that made me weirdly competitive in the moment. Perhaps it was the realisation that maybe in the first few years, my conservative orthodox background did force me to impose a few rules on how Kavi should dress. Whatever it was, I heard myself say, “No, Kavi. Please wear whatever you have to. I am proud to have you as my wife and I love you a lot.”
“Thanks, Manu. Poor Mangal I sense is feeling very awkward in spending time with me when you are here. Could you please go to our bedroom and take a nap or something? “
“What? Mangal doesn’t seem to mind me at all. Plus, I am your husband, Kavi. How can you expect me to just go away while you drink in front of another man?”
“See, Manu. Now your love and trust is again becoming evident. You can choose to go away or you can choose to join us. But if you join us, then I will know how much you love me and trust me and things between us will be never be the same again.”, said Kavi threateningly and before I could respond, she stormed out of the kitchen.
I just stood there, stunned at what had just transpired. I wanted to assert myself and still sit along with Kavi and Mangal, but it would destroy any chances of getting Kavi back. On the other hand, Mangal seemed to be a decent guy. He kept calling Kavi as “bhabi”, so would he really take advantage of her? He wasn’t an Amir. But what if he did? How much would he be able to resist the woman sitting drunk in front of him in a mini skirt?
With these thoughts, I walked out of the kitchen with the soda bottle in hand. I placed the soda bottle on the table in front of the sofa. I could sense Kavi glaring at me. Looking at Mangal I said “ You two please go ahead and have your drinks. I am feeling a bit tired and will take a nap in the bedroom.“
It took all of my mental strength to say those words. I moved towards the bedroom, entered it, but instead of closing the door completely, I kept it open slightly so that I could hear what was going on in the living room.
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