Adultery Delhi Nights by Joe69stone

[Ramesh_Rocky]

With ragged moans, Preeti rode the man. Up. Down. Up. Down.

Harinder stood in the threshold of the bedroom. Mesmerized. Confused. He felt rage building in him as he clenched his fist. But, also something else. Arousal. As he watched his wife fucking another man, his cock was getting engorged.

Up. Down. Up. Down.

The contours of his wife's body. The perspiration glistening in the small of her back. Her pussy -- wet and warm -- swallowing a cock. As he watched the cock appear and disappear into his wife, his mind returned to that night. The look in Vikram's eyes as he had watched his wife.

Up. Down. Up. Down.

But, this wasn't Sonali. This was Preeti. Preeti was not Sonali. Then, why was his cock aching with need. Why was he standing there watching? Why wasn't he doing something?

Up. Down. Up. Down.

The bed squeaked and his wife moaned as the man's hand slid up her flanks.

Anger and desire. His teeth clenched. His cock throbbed. A maelstrom of conflicting emotions burned through his mind.

Harinder shook his head to clear his thoughts and then, purposefully strode into the room. His fists were both clenched. The two heard him come in and immediately separated. Preeti, her eyes wide with fear and horror, rolled off her lover, pulling the bedsheet to cover her naked torso. The man rose on the bed and then began to scramble up. Harinder didn't recognize him -- it was somewhat comforting. After the night at Vikram's, he had momentarily imagined it was one of his friends now taking a turn enjoying his wife.

There was no real escape for the man as the burly Harinder, eyes glinting with rage, charged him. The man collapsed into the corner. Preeti shrieked in fear as Harinder grabbed the man by the arm and yanked him up. The man cowered. One hand wrapped around his throat. The other was raised in a fist.

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Preeti shivering with fear. An expression on her face he had never seen and never wanted to see again. His chest heaving with rage, he slowly unclenched his fist and lowered it.

"Get out of my house before I break you."

***

For two days, Harinder and Preeti did not see each other. She remained in the room, covered by the bedsheet. He remained in the sitting room of the flat. On the third day, he rose from the floor where he had made a makeshift bed, the sun streaming through the window eliciting a groan. He looked around the room. Two empty bottles of whiskey on the table. His stomach grumbled, reminding him that he had not eaten since he had come home and found his wife with another man. He stood up and rubbed his weary face. His teeth were coated with a film that made him frown. His clothes and turban were in a crumpled pile on the settee. Moving them aside, he found his dead cellphone. He had a disjointed recollection of the phone ringing and irritating message tones.

Harinder turned around to look at the bedroom door and sighed. His anger had long subsided, but his shame had not. His wife in bed with another man. In their bed with another man. Her moaning played through his mind again and again. Squeak. Squeak. Squeak.

And, his rage. A deep, primal rage. He had not merely wanted to hit the man. He had wanted to destroy him. Break him.

And, his arousal. The desire that had burned in him at the sight of his wife with another man. Up. Down. Up. Down.

Harinder shook his head to clear his thoughts only to have Sonali float back into his mind. He found himself choking on his own hypocrisy. He demanded loyalty from Preeti. Where had his been that night? Had he not sworn the same wedding vows?

That's what one voice in his mind told him. But a deeper, darker voice said other things. Preeti was not Sonali. She was his Preeti. Sweet, innocent Preeti. Maybe it had all been a façade. Behind those twinkling eyes and easy laughter, a deep lust that he had never recognized. Desires that she had never voiced to him. Perhaps she had never been satisfied with him? Perhaps, she had never even loved him?

Again, Sonali.

Wearing only his underwear, Harinder walked to the window and looked out at the park in the distance. He ran fingers through his long, open hair, no longer sure of himself. His marriage. He watched as a yoga group practiced in the park. A couple jogged along a sun dappled trail.

And, beyond that the football field. A match was starting. A team in red started against a team in blue. As he continued to watch, his thoughts inevitably returned to the night at Vikram's house. Even with everything going on, his thoughts kept coming back to Sonali. A heaving chest glistening with sweat. The feel of her hard, thick nipples under his fingers. The fullness of her lips. Her mouth around his cock.

He turned away from the window. And found Preeti standing at the threshold of the bedroom door. Her head was bowed, tear-reddened eyes downcast, and hair falling forward to partially hide her face. Her chest heaved with shallow breaths. When she raised her head to look at him, he thought she was going to speak. Then, without saying a word, she turned and went back into the bedroom.

Harinder stood for a moment and then followed her. She was laying on the bed on her side, the sheet pulled up to her shoulders. Her hair hid her face. He knelt by the bed and reached to brush her hair away from her face. She froze and shifted back. Her face was a mask of abject fear.