Adultery Indian Wife & Construction Guys by shiprat

[Ramesh_Rocky]

"Does he know?" Zahra calmly asked.

"No, I haven't told him. Not about the baby. Not about the fact that my family and I are shifting to Delhi in a few days. I stopped insisting on condoms after I found out about the pregnancy. What's the point, I thought. So I lied to him that I have started taking the pill. Not that he cared either way."

"He is not one to really care about such things." Fatima said. "But wow...our hubby knocked up a  memsaab!"

"But I still don't..." Shabnam started grumbling.

"Yes, I slept with two other men from the site. Three if you count my husband. But the doctor told me the approximate date of conception. And on those days, it was only Sajid. And I remember the condom tearing during one of those times. In my mind, there's no doubt it's his."

"Hmmm...that answers somewhat why you came here." Zahra said. "What is your plan?"

"I...have no plan. I came here so I could get a first hand look at his real life. His family. His village...his wives." I said.

"Why? You want to move in permanently? Leave your rich life and become his fourth wife?" Shabnam was still being a bitch.

"No. I have no emotional attachment of any kind with Sajid. It is purely sexual. I just feel that maybe I owe it to the child to somehow...keep the father in the mix. And understand where half of the child's genes come from. Maybe have some sort of interaction. I don't know."

"Are you going to tell Sajid?" Fatima asked.

"Doesn't he deserve to know? Won't it be unfair to keep it a secret."

"Hah," Zahra scoffed. "Sajid doesn't give a shit about his kids. He has nine with us. At least three bastards that I know of for sure from other women. And who knows how many out there. He has not shown the slightest bit of genuine love for any of them. Or for us. I have known my husband for decades. He is incapable of love or compassion. he is missing that part of his brain."

There was truth to what she was saying.

"He only cares about his pleasure, his enjoyment, his happiness." Zahra continued. "You know what will happen if you tell him?"

"What?"

"Nothing. Absolutely nothing. Maybe boast to a few friends that he impregnated a posh memsaab half his age. But then he will think about how that makes you unfuckable for a while. And he will just shrug and move on to his next conquest."

"That absolutely sounds like him." Fatima agreed. "Just go to Delhi with your husband and son. Find other men to fuck on the side. Forget about him and us."

"There is no upside to you telling anyone else about it. Your husband will kick you out or divorce you. Even if he stays with you, he will never trust you. Sajid won't care. The rest of our kids will always be in the shadow of a rich urban half-sibling. And your own child. If and when it finds out that his father was a sociopath daily wage worker and his mother was a slut...imagine the impact?" Zahra said.

I nodded. Everything she was saying made sense.

"Anyway, we really need to get water." she said and started walking. I walked with her, feeling a strange kind of sisterhood between us.

This is practically where my story ends.

I stayed there two more days, "playing house" in a way. Experiencing the life my second child would never have to. Sajid fucked me as often as he could, sometimes by myself, sometimes with one or both of his wives, and once, with a mistress of his from the village. Each of those fuck sessions was satisfying in ways I have never experienced since.

Zahra made arrangements for me to slip away early one morning, the day before Sajid's planned departure. One of her nephews arranged for a private taxi which took me to the closest airport. And I flew home.