Adultery Watching My Wife Find Herself by aurelius1982

[Ramesh_Rocky]

After downing half the bottle, I move to the couch and keep taking big gulps and trying to compose myself. I am not sure if I am having a panic attack. But the chugging of the booze has an effect. And I pass out.

This next bit is a little muddled and hazy in my recollection. Here is what I remember.

"Ninu...oh god...are you...are you okay?"

"Fine fine...you are bank...no bank...no...back"

"Ninu...have you dean brinking...been drink...honey are you..."

The hazy memory is of her looking and sounding drunk too. She is in that dress from before, even more patchy and messed her. Her hair is disheveled and her make-up is smeared.

"You slucking...sluck...slut!"

"Ninu! I am sorry!"

Flashes of crying and drunken arguments. Flashes of something physical. Spanking? Sex? Did I hit her? Did she hit me? It is all muddled.

The next thing I clearly remember is waking up to the sound of my phone in the bedroom. I am naked and reeking. Next to me, Archana is naked, sleeping prone.

When and how did we end up here? The phone is still ringing and sounding insufferable.

"Hullo?" I weakly answer.

"Dad! Finally! What the hell? Let me in! You chained the door!" it's our daughter.

"Sorry...I was asleep. What?"

"Dad, open the front door!"

I throw on clothes in a hurry, make sure to close the bedroom door behind me and run out to the front door.

"Jesus!" she says annoyed as she glares at me and marches to her room.

Usually when she says that, I always joke, what do you mean Jesus, we aren't Christian. But I am too hungover and exhausted to do that.