Adultery Watching My Wife Find Herself by aurelius1982

[Ramesh_Rocky]

It starts so very randomly and unexpectedly. I am sitting in a cafe during lunch time in a mall not too far from my Los Angeles suburbs house. And I call my wife Archana. She does not answer. I get a text message instead.

- Sorry Ninad, in a very important meeting at office. Will call later. Anything urgent?

I stare at the message for a few seconds. With quivering fingers I type a response.

- nothing urgent. ttyl.

And then I get up from the table and walk to a spot behind a pillar where I can be hidden but still have a view of the main lobby of the mall one floor below me. Where I can see Archana looking her phone.

I have just caught my wife in a lie and I am confused about the reason.

I have not planned to be at the mall. The client meeting was supposed to happen in my office several miles. But the client called at the last minute citing some conflicts and requested that I meet him at the mall.

I finish the meeting, the client leaves, and I am about to finish my coffee and walk out when I see my wife walk into the mall. I know her office is just a couple of blocks away. She is probably here to have lunch at the food court. What a coincidence! I am too far to yell out at her and get her attention. Which is why I call her.

I can see her look at the phone, see I am calling, sigh in annoyance, and decline the call. And then she sends that text.

She is not in a meeting at office. She is here in the mall right in front of me! Why has she lied?

I get my answer soon. A young strapping white guy, maybe just out of college, walks up to her. She sees him and beams with glee, a smile she has not flashed me in over a decade. Archana has a thousand watt radiant smile that is her most noticeable feature. Well, the smile and her curvy hot body.

They hug. It is not a polite hug between friends or acquaintances. It is a tight intimate hug. I can see her big tits mashing into his chest and I see him cup her butt over her skirt.

They exchange a few words and then holding hands, walk into a bar on that floor.

Interesting, I think. I have known Archana since kindergarten. We were classmates and neighbors and childhood friends growing up in India. At the age of 16, we officially became a couple. Textbook high college sweethearts. At the age of 24, we got married. And now in our late 30s, we are, I think, happily married with a 12 year old daughter.

Are we happily married though? Why is she walking into this bar in middle of the day in the embrace of a young man obviously a decade or so younger than her? I am curious.

I sprint down the escalator, my first instinct being to confront her. But I suppress that instinct. I need more information before jumping to conclusions, I delude myself. I sidle up to the bar, which has glass walls. I peek in from behind another pillar.

I see them sitting in a small booth. She is laughing, looking gorgeous and happy and excited. The young white guy looks happy too and he has his hand on her thigh. They lean in and kiss.

I feel sick. I run to the restroom and vomit. Then I sit in the stall with my head in my hands for a while. Takes me several minutes of rinsing my mouth and then washing my face with cold water to stop hyperventilating.