06-09-2020, 11:27 AM
Chapter 7: The Secret, the Truth and Where it took us
After our sensual shower, we both got dressed. We decided to do something fun together to reclaim our feeling of being a couple. So we went to the mall where we bought a few sexy clothes. She saw her favourite salon also in the mall and asked if she could quickly go in for a hair treatment. I said okay even though I knew that it would take her almost an hour to get done. As she left, I went to a nearby coffee shop and sat down with a cappuccino, waiting for Rekha to return. As I was waiting with my coffee and watching the shoppers go by, I heard the tone of an incoming message on my phone. At first, I thought it might be from Rekha, saying that she would take more time at the salon, but when I looked at the phone, I saw that it was a message from Shinde.
My first reaction was to ignore it as I did not feel like having a conversation with him today...but I was too curious to see what he had to say. So I opened the message to see that he had sent a picture. When I tapped on it, the screen was filled with an image of my wife on top of Ibrahim. He had his hands on her waist while she had her head thrown back and her hands were on her breasts. It was obvious that she was extremely sexually excited to even notice that she was being photographed. I could also see a feminine hand grabbing her ass, which I assumed was Sofia. As I kept glaring at the picture, another message from Shinde appeared below it.
‘Your hot slut loves to fuck!’ it said
I got really annoyed by Shinde’s attitude and actions. I thought that over the past few weeks we had bonded to a certain extent, but it was clear that he was willing to throw it all away to fuck my wife. I had given him an opportunity to experience her, but he did not respect the pace at which I wanted to do it and instead, he had done whatever he wanted. I thought about replying to him with a nasty message, but then I thought that it was just easier to ignore him.
I continued to have my coffee while I thought about the pic. It seemed to have been taken after she was already fucked three times and experiencing several orgams. However, she still looked sexually charged in the picture, as if she was having the best time of her life.
Rekha showed up to the coffee shop exactly an hour after she had gone, and we left for our home immediately. At first, I thought of telling her about the pic and Shinde’s message, but I thought that now was not the right time. Fortunately, Shinde had also not sent any more messages.
Once we reached home, we put all the purchases away and had dinner while watching TV. After cleaning and putting and putting away all the plates, we returned to the couch and continued watching TV. Suddenly I was reminded of the conversation that the old man had with Rekha as we were leaving in the morning.
“Rekha, I forgot to ask something earlier. What did Shinde say to you when we were leaving?”
A look of shock came on her face for a second, but it disappeared just as quickly as she said, “What? When?”
I immediately knew that she was withholding something and by her reaction, I understood that it was something significant. I persisted with my question, saying, “When I was almost near the door. He stopped you , leaned close to you and he whispered something to you.”
I purposefully explained in such detail so that she would know that I remembered everything about that exchange and that there was no point in hiding. But she still continued to pretend to be unaware, saying “I don’t remember that.”
I decided to drop the topic temporarily, although I knew we would return to it later. Even though we continued to watch TV in silence, I could feel the lingering tension in the room. I knew that it was to be expected since we had done things that were usually outside our boundary, but I also knew that it was not good to have such unresolved feelings. I took her arm and pulled her closer to me until we were snuggling together on the couch.
We stayed in silence like that for a few minutes until she spoke by herself, “I did not know what you wanted.”
“I know” I answered hesitantly
She was right in what she said. I had pushed her onto Shinde so I could understand her confusion.
“What did you want me to do?”, she asked
“I don’t know….maybe some things but not so much”, I replied
“I’m sorry”, she said, tilting her head upwards and looking at me with sadness in her eyes
“It’s ok. It happened and I want to put it in the past.”
“Good”, she responded with relief in her voice and then a few seconds later asked, “Can we make love?”
Without answering, I got up from the couch and pulled her to her feet and then, with her moving quickly in front of me, we went to the bedroom. Our clothes were off quickly, and then we got under the cool sheets, locked in a tight embrace.
After a few minutes, she whispered, “Let’s make soft love”.
That was how she described our sessions where I penetrated her, but we barely moved as we kissed and hugged. It rarely led to an orgasm for either of us, but we both enjoyed it a lot. As I moved my legs and got into position, she used her hand to guide me inside her. With mutual moans of pleasure, I pushed my cock into her just enough to get some lubrication, and then slowed down so almost a standstill, all the while kissing her neck. The minutes went by as we kissed, hugged, and licked each other while filling the room with soft sighs.
Even though we were having a good moment, I once again started thinking about what Shinde had said to her while leaving. So although it was not the right time, I moved my mouth close to her ear and asked, “What did Shinde actually say to you?”.
Almost instantly, I felt her body stiffening and she remained silent. When I realised that she was not going to speak, I asked again, “What did he tell you?”
“Please….please don't ask….it’s not good…” she replied in a very low voice.
It was obvious that whatever was said, it was difficult for Rekha to talk about it. But at least she wasn’t denying it anymore. For a second, I thought of not asking her about it anymore. But then I got very curious again and kept persisting.
“Just tell me. I won’t get angry”, I said
Hearing that, she stopped all movement and looked into my eyes. In a very nervous voice, she said, “He wants me to go back to his place. Next Saturday.”
“Why?”, I instinctively asked, although I realised that it was a stupid question
“You know why”, she replied.
“This Shinde is a real asshole. What he thinks, he owns you or what”, I started to rant but the look on Rekha’s face made me think that there was more to it.
“Rekha, why would he think that you would do it?”
“Sai, it was a different kind of night and I was a different kind of person. I said some things that I should not have.”
“Like what?”
“I told him that he could fuck me any time he wanted.”
When she said that, I immediately started to understand how this could have happened. Rekha can become a little submissive when excited. I had seen it before when we had some intense lovemaking sessions.
“Oh shit”, I said, unable to think of anything else to say.
“Sai...look...it was just… sex talk.”
“So what, you were just going to go out in the night leaving me at home? Did you think I would not ask or know where you were going?”, I said angrily.
“It’s during the day”, she suddenly said in a low voice.
“What’s during the day?” I asked
“The party on Saturday….it’s during the day.”
“Oh, go to hell” I said and I got up as I realised that she had considered going to the party.
The conversation ended our lovemaking for the day and brought back the negative tension between us. I went outside and sat on the couch for a long time before I fell asleep there itself.
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After our sensual shower, we both got dressed. We decided to do something fun together to reclaim our feeling of being a couple. So we went to the mall where we bought a few sexy clothes. She saw her favourite salon also in the mall and asked if she could quickly go in for a hair treatment. I said okay even though I knew that it would take her almost an hour to get done. As she left, I went to a nearby coffee shop and sat down with a cappuccino, waiting for Rekha to return. As I was waiting with my coffee and watching the shoppers go by, I heard the tone of an incoming message on my phone. At first, I thought it might be from Rekha, saying that she would take more time at the salon, but when I looked at the phone, I saw that it was a message from Shinde.
My first reaction was to ignore it as I did not feel like having a conversation with him today...but I was too curious to see what he had to say. So I opened the message to see that he had sent a picture. When I tapped on it, the screen was filled with an image of my wife on top of Ibrahim. He had his hands on her waist while she had her head thrown back and her hands were on her breasts. It was obvious that she was extremely sexually excited to even notice that she was being photographed. I could also see a feminine hand grabbing her ass, which I assumed was Sofia. As I kept glaring at the picture, another message from Shinde appeared below it.
‘Your hot slut loves to fuck!’ it said
I got really annoyed by Shinde’s attitude and actions. I thought that over the past few weeks we had bonded to a certain extent, but it was clear that he was willing to throw it all away to fuck my wife. I had given him an opportunity to experience her, but he did not respect the pace at which I wanted to do it and instead, he had done whatever he wanted. I thought about replying to him with a nasty message, but then I thought that it was just easier to ignore him.
I continued to have my coffee while I thought about the pic. It seemed to have been taken after she was already fucked three times and experiencing several orgams. However, she still looked sexually charged in the picture, as if she was having the best time of her life.
Rekha showed up to the coffee shop exactly an hour after she had gone, and we left for our home immediately. At first, I thought of telling her about the pic and Shinde’s message, but I thought that now was not the right time. Fortunately, Shinde had also not sent any more messages.
Once we reached home, we put all the purchases away and had dinner while watching TV. After cleaning and putting and putting away all the plates, we returned to the couch and continued watching TV. Suddenly I was reminded of the conversation that the old man had with Rekha as we were leaving in the morning.
“Rekha, I forgot to ask something earlier. What did Shinde say to you when we were leaving?”
A look of shock came on her face for a second, but it disappeared just as quickly as she said, “What? When?”
I immediately knew that she was withholding something and by her reaction, I understood that it was something significant. I persisted with my question, saying, “When I was almost near the door. He stopped you , leaned close to you and he whispered something to you.”
I purposefully explained in such detail so that she would know that I remembered everything about that exchange and that there was no point in hiding. But she still continued to pretend to be unaware, saying “I don’t remember that.”
I decided to drop the topic temporarily, although I knew we would return to it later. Even though we continued to watch TV in silence, I could feel the lingering tension in the room. I knew that it was to be expected since we had done things that were usually outside our boundary, but I also knew that it was not good to have such unresolved feelings. I took her arm and pulled her closer to me until we were snuggling together on the couch.
We stayed in silence like that for a few minutes until she spoke by herself, “I did not know what you wanted.”
“I know” I answered hesitantly
She was right in what she said. I had pushed her onto Shinde so I could understand her confusion.
“What did you want me to do?”, she asked
“I don’t know….maybe some things but not so much”, I replied
“I’m sorry”, she said, tilting her head upwards and looking at me with sadness in her eyes
“It’s ok. It happened and I want to put it in the past.”
“Good”, she responded with relief in her voice and then a few seconds later asked, “Can we make love?”
Without answering, I got up from the couch and pulled her to her feet and then, with her moving quickly in front of me, we went to the bedroom. Our clothes were off quickly, and then we got under the cool sheets, locked in a tight embrace.
After a few minutes, she whispered, “Let’s make soft love”.
That was how she described our sessions where I penetrated her, but we barely moved as we kissed and hugged. It rarely led to an orgasm for either of us, but we both enjoyed it a lot. As I moved my legs and got into position, she used her hand to guide me inside her. With mutual moans of pleasure, I pushed my cock into her just enough to get some lubrication, and then slowed down so almost a standstill, all the while kissing her neck. The minutes went by as we kissed, hugged, and licked each other while filling the room with soft sighs.
Even though we were having a good moment, I once again started thinking about what Shinde had said to her while leaving. So although it was not the right time, I moved my mouth close to her ear and asked, “What did Shinde actually say to you?”.
Almost instantly, I felt her body stiffening and she remained silent. When I realised that she was not going to speak, I asked again, “What did he tell you?”
“Please….please don't ask….it’s not good…” she replied in a very low voice.
It was obvious that whatever was said, it was difficult for Rekha to talk about it. But at least she wasn’t denying it anymore. For a second, I thought of not asking her about it anymore. But then I got very curious again and kept persisting.
“Just tell me. I won’t get angry”, I said
Hearing that, she stopped all movement and looked into my eyes. In a very nervous voice, she said, “He wants me to go back to his place. Next Saturday.”
“Why?”, I instinctively asked, although I realised that it was a stupid question
“You know why”, she replied.
“This Shinde is a real asshole. What he thinks, he owns you or what”, I started to rant but the look on Rekha’s face made me think that there was more to it.
“Rekha, why would he think that you would do it?”
“Sai, it was a different kind of night and I was a different kind of person. I said some things that I should not have.”
“Like what?”
“I told him that he could fuck me any time he wanted.”
When she said that, I immediately started to understand how this could have happened. Rekha can become a little submissive when excited. I had seen it before when we had some intense lovemaking sessions.
“Oh shit”, I said, unable to think of anything else to say.
“Sai...look...it was just… sex talk.”
“So what, you were just going to go out in the night leaving me at home? Did you think I would not ask or know where you were going?”, I said angrily.
“It’s during the day”, she suddenly said in a low voice.
“What’s during the day?” I asked
“The party on Saturday….it’s during the day.”
“Oh, go to hell” I said and I got up as I realised that she had considered going to the party.
The conversation ended our lovemaking for the day and brought back the negative tension between us. I went outside and sat on the couch for a long time before I fell asleep there itself.
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