Adultery Streak of Grey by iloveall

[Ramesh_Rocky]

I was completely confused. I felt pity at my simple wife, who was driven by her lust for a hard and big lund (cock) on one hand and her loyalty to her husband on the other. She did not want to leave either. It looked like, what started as a mere funny experiment was turning into a nightmare. I felt sympathy and love for my wife and thought she had erred. I kept pacifying her and made her quiet gradually.

However, the nightmare had not ended. Sobering down after her sobs, Arpi dropped a bombshell.

"Honey, when you went out just now, Ali said he wanted to do Master's degree and was looking for a house on rent. He asked me if we can accommodate him in our house and give him our guest room. Please! He is prepared to pay good rent for it. That way we could also get some extra income. I think we should say yes, darling, don't you agree? PLEASE!"

Well, in a moment of emotional insanity, I had registered my house (which I had paid for, from my income) in Arpi's name and she had then become legally the owner of the house. If Arpi wanted it that way, she could do whatever she liked with the house. I had to no choice but to say yes. It looked to me that her request was not really a request. Her emphasis behind the word "please" (repeated twice) made it clear that it was her decision disguised as a request.

Ali soon shifted into our house and then began the sequence of their fucking openly in my presence and absence in our house day in and day out, in each nook and corner of the house. Arpi would never have enough of Ali. Arpi looked to enjoy the freedom of being fucked whenever and wherever in her house. Arpi slept with Ali all nights and Ali behaved as if he was the owner of the house. Surprisingly it was ok with Arpi too.

Arpi behaved more as if she was Ali's wife than mine. Only in the presence of some of our acquaintances and old relations, Arpi acknowledged me as her husband. When Ali's friends visited the house Arpi treated me as a guest and behaved as if she was Ali's wife. She seemed to have surrendered completely to Ali. I never expected that having a big cock can win you such loyalty and commitment from a normal, conservative household woman.

I was seething inside. However, there was little I could do. Laws in Australia are inclined to favour women and I was afraid that if I raised my voice or if I misbehaved with my wife, she might create legal problems for me with Ali backing her. I had to accept my fate and hope things will change in times to come.

One day, when Ali was out, Arpi gave me good (shocking? Not exactly) news that she was pregnant. I was in half a mind to ask by whom. However, it would have been foolish to do so. The way Ali and my wife were fucking, only a fool would ask such a question. In those days, Arpi and I had rarely, if ever, fucked. She was not interested in sleeping with me anymore. She always went to sleep with Ali after dinner and house hold chores. They fucked loudly the whole night, not caring that I could hear their moans and cries in the next room.

I had to meekly hug her and congratulate her as if I was happy to hear the news of an addition in our family. I had to hear her blabbering as to how she was lucky to have mothered a child after a long time (was it to remind me that I was unable to make her pregnant for years?). I would have been thrilled to hear the news, under different circumstances. However, I hardly had any feeling at all.

After about a week, I had to travel to Melbourne for a week on official business. When Arpi heard of my going on tour she asked me, "Honey the guest room in which Ali lives, needs to be repaired and renovated. Would you mind if Ali shifts to our bedroom while you will be away? I shall get the room painted while you are away."

It did not make any difference to me. I told her it was ok. In any case she slept with Ali all nights.

However, when I returned from tour and reached home, I found that although the guestroom was neatly done up and was ready to use, Ali's clothing were replaced by mine. Besides, Arpi placed my suitcase, quietly in the guestroom instead of our master bedroom. I was puzzled and asked her why, she said, "Darling, Ali and I felt that for two people the guest room is rather small. When you left, you said it was ok for you if Ali and I moved into our master bedroom. Then I thought why not we change our rooms? Would you mind darling?" Arpi asked me sweetly.

So I was being pushed out of my own house gradually. From master bedroom to guestroom, from master of the house to a guest, I had become. I had an acute pain in my chest. I realized that day that I had lost my dear and committed wife Arpi and the house that I had built with my hard earned money to Ali forever. I was completely shattered. When I heard Arpi say this, I collapsed on the sofa. Arpi saw that I was unhappy with her decision. She asked me if I was ok.

I was too shocked to respond. I looked at her blankly. Was this my wife whom I loved so deeply and whom I wanted to give all the happiness in the world? Was this the same person, who loved me so deeply and who was so much dedicated and committed to me?

I told her I was fine. She heard me and walked away without bothering to see that I was obviously not so. She had lost all her sensitivity to know how I felt.

I was depressed and sad to say the least. That reflected in my behaviour in the office too. Colleagues around me noticed it also. My boss perhaps guessed there was something wrong but refrained from asking what it was. However, Roma came to me a number of times to casually ask me how things were with me. Seeing me in that state of dejection, she had some womanly instinct to know that I had some issues with my wife. She asked me subtly if everything was ok at home. I kept dodging her inquiries. Several times, Roma went out of her way to come very close to me and took my hands into her. She sat much closer to me and made me feel her body as she asked me how things were at home.

I avoided her queries and she left it at that.

One morning I was sitting on my bed in my guest room, thinking about my situation vis-a-vis Arpi and Ali. I kept brooding about my pathetic state when I saw Ali emerging from what was our bedroom. He looked at my state and smiled at me sheepishly. He came and sat beside me and as he laid his hand on my shoulder, he asked me, "Prateek dear, are you surprised at the situation you are in now? Did I not tell you much earlier that your lovely wife shall be my sex slave once she had my big cock inside her? Now she is mine and I can do to her what I want and she will be game for it. Your lovely, faithful wife is no longer yours dear and earlier you accept it, better it is for you."

He paused for a while to look at the impact his statement made on me. I was foxed to say the least. Ali squeezed my shoulder and said, "But dear, do not get worked up. After I get bored with her, I shall leave her for you. You may then fuck her to your heart's content, because I would then have moved onto someone else's wife. You see, I love to fuck just married beautiful wives of husbands like you."

I was bursting with anger I controlled myself. I was shocked at Ali's impertinence. I was the one who made them reconcile their differences. Ungrateful bastard! I thought in my own mind. However, I still had some confidence in my wife. I told Ali, "Don't be so cocky. Yes she likes to be fucked by you. However, she knows the difference between sex and relationship. She would break away from you if you talk nonsense about me or ask her to do weird things in front of me."

Ali laughed brazenly and asked me, "Oh! Are you so confident of your wife? Suppose I demonstrate to you that she is no longer yours and wholly mine? Would you leave us alone?"

I thought about his challenge. In any case, if indeed she decided to go all out for Ali, then I had no role in my wife's life. I decided to accept his challenge. I said, "Be my guest. Prove it."

Ali looked irritated at my accepting his challenge and said, "Ok, wait here and I shall show you."