Adultery Streak of Grey by iloveall

[Ramesh_Rocky]

Ali had a tough day. He was quite tired and looked forward to getting a refreshing chilled beer after handing over the bus at the depot and reaching home. Ali was a '.. However, like many '.s, he indulged in the lure of the liquor, occasionally, when none of his fellows were around.

She was the last person in the bus to get down. He had noticed her when she had entered the bus quite some time ago. She was worth noticing. After that some more passengers boarded and Ali got busy driving through busy streets of Sydney.

He looked at her in the mirror. She sat relaxed waiting for the destination. She did notice the driver checking her out several times. She was too busy in her own thoughts to pay too much attention to that. She was quite accustomed to male stares. Arpi was 33 and if she was still able to keep her body in shape, it was thanks to her long walks and diet control.

She stared back at the driver. He too looked Indian. Ali, the driver, smiled and waved at her vaguely. When he stopped at a traffic signal, Ali looked back and said, "Hello! I am Ali. I am from Pakistan. You from India?" That was obvious with her wheatish look and a red dot gleaming on her forehead.

"Hi! Yes, I am Arpita. You could call me Arpi. I have just joined an office near the Sydney Town Hall and this was my first day at the office." Arpi replied. The signal turned green and Ali focused on the road and traffic, as the bus rolled on.

Ali drove daily on that route. He was pretty smart in spite of his middle age. He was about 44. Ali had a streak of light grey hair on his head. This caught Arpi's attention. Arpi was very fond of her father and remembered how she sat in her father's lap, when she was about eight or nine years old and played with the grey strip of her father's hair affectionately. She teased her father that he was getting old. Her father smiled and admitted ruefully that it was true. This simple conversation stayed in her memory for years and flooded back when she saw Ali.

Arpi boarded the bus from the same point at the same time. Ali's bus was scheduled at that very time. Arpi and Ali began exchanging hi and bye regularly. Gradually they started to talk. Arpi made it a point to sit right behind the driver's seat so they could talk. Soon they became good friends.

I am Pratik (Let it be Prat), Arpi's husband. We are from Delhi in India and lived in Sydney for more than a year now. Arpi had just got a good job. I was working with a reputed Software company at a decent salary.

Arpi told me about her exchange of pleasantries with Ali after the first few days of her new job. She told me that Ali was a Pakistani and was married. His wife was away in Pakistan looking after his parents.

When I asked her about Ali in greater detail, I could see a trace of blush on her face. She felt rather shy in telling me about Ali in some detail. It was obvious that he was handsome and smart and caught my wife Arpi's attention. Perhaps his age and that streak of white hair attracted her to him, I guessed.

Arpi and I had a very healthy sex life and after having been married for three years then, our sex life seemed to be stuck. We did enjoy sex. However, the charm was no longer there. I was crazy about Arpita.

Arpi had just one problem. She was suspicious about my character and nagged me all the time about my office girls. In one of the office parties, she saw me paying attention to one of my female colleagues and from that day she kept asking me about my antecedents at the office. Since she was attractive, my wife Arpi, was over cautious. Every day, after I reached home, she would ask how things were and most of the time, as if as an afterthought, she would not forget to ask me about her. It almost reached a stage of nagging. It was terrible for me. If I reached home late, I had it.

I was at a loss to explain to her that the divorced woman was fighting her battle all alone. Her husband had deserted her All her in laws deserted her and they did not spare any efforts to either defame her or make her life tough in whatever way possible. She got regular offending calls from her ex or his family members chastising her on one thing or another. I was trying to help her resolve the problems, I told her.

However, instead of pacifying her, this information inflamed her. She accused me of trying to seduce her under the pretext of helping her. She forbade me to develop any kind of closeness with her. I realized that our married life was getting a bit daunting, to say the least.

I understood her anxiety in a foreign environment far away from relatives. I kept pacifying her that I was true to her and will always remain so. I, however, didn't know how far I was able to convince her.

Arpi was well prpotioned for an Indian married woman. She made it a point to walk to the market (About two kilometres away) for buying groceries and controlled her diet. Her figure invited jealous glances from women and lusty stares from men. At first, she felt ill at ease, when someone stared at her.

I would chide her and say, "Honey, you are so sexy that they are helpless. Poor guys, let them at least strip you naked in their minds. They really can't do it actually. Can they? So what is the harm?" I pacified her. However, men glancing lustfully at my wife gave me a hard on.

Arpi had a figure that would certainly draw lusty stares. She was well filled. Not slim, but not fat either. She was five feet five inches. She had plum breasts and shapely ass. She might not pass as an ideal model, however, she looked sexy. When she put on the jeans, I just could not avoid slapping her ass and pinching her butts. She looked irresistible.