Adultery UNFAITHFUL MOTHERS AND HOUSEWIFES by stranger_women

[Ramesh_Rocky]

part2

For some unexplainable reason, I looked at Mansi differently that night as she emerged from the shower. I wondered how she'd react to Rohit coming on to her. I wondered whether her nipples would become erect in response to his flirting, whether her pussy would involuntarily lubricate. As I daydreamed about the possible scenarios, I suddenly imagined Mansi naked, laying on her back, her legs spread wide, bucking her pelvis wildly to meet the thrusts of Rohit's invading cock. Certainly, I'd never witnessed such a scene when Mansi and I make love. It dawned on me -- as these illicit thoughts cluttered my mind -- that my own dick was hard beyond any normal erection.
That night I attacked Mansi with fervor. I wanted to reassure myself of my potency. But, Mansi reacted as always, reservedly and in control. Even though I fucked her with what I thought was superhuman intensity, she lay there, moving slowly, waiting for me to finish. At the ordained moment, Mansi reached up and began to fondle my balls and the sensitive skin between my scrotum and asshole. Mansi knows that this sensation always sends me over the edge. Even though I desperately wanted to hold off until her belly rippled with an orgasm, the sensation was too great, and at the last moment, the image in my mind returned to Rohit slamming his dick into Mansi's cunt. I climaxed violently and collapsed. With her normal grace, Mansi slipped out from under me and rolled over to go to sleep. Yet, for me, these unsettling images continued, until I too fell into a deep sleep.
For the next week, I continued to be haunted by these perverse images of Rohit and Mansi in the throes of all varieties of sexual couplings. I found myself masturbating with a fervor that I hadn't known since adolescence. Of course, Mansi was oblivious, remaining the picture of propriety. Perhaps fortunately, I didn't have occasion to speak with Rohit during this time frame, either. The situation began to take on the hazy quality of a wicked nightmare. That is, until a local charitable cocktail party.
It was a typically staid affair, with all the frigid wives parading in their diamonds and designer duds. The husbands, with their fat wallets and brokerage accounts, sucked down fine whiskey while sharing off-color jokes about their bimbo secretaries.
Mansi was in her element. She was dressed impeccably in a black, backless number bearing some International designer's moniker. Actually, it was rather unusual for Mansi, for it displayed her cleavage and a healthy dose of leg. Of course, Mansi had a unique way of looking classy and not the least bit sensual.
After a couple of vodka and tonics, I was startled by Rohit's booming voice. It was quite a surprise since Rohit normally eschewed these events. "More boring than trolling for babes at a convent," I remember Rohit once saying.
"Rohit, what the Hell are you doing here?"
"Ravi, you cynical bastard! I'm here because I care deeply about the very same things that everyone else here cares about"
"Oh, and just what would that celeb cause be, eh Rohit?"
"Something about irradiating the African, homosexual humpback whales, I think." Rohit smirked, and in a sarcastic voice said: "You know, Ravi, I've changed my take on these society bashes. While I still believe that the vast majority of pussies present haven't had a good plowing in the last decade, I've concluded that this fact presents someone like me with endless possibilities."
"God, Rohit, you're a complete predator!" I replied.
With that comment, Rohit glanced over towards Mansi, who was engaged in some banal conversation with the hostess of the party, and remarked: "So, speaking of cunts yearning to be filled, how's our little girl, Ravi?"
Flushed with anger and indigence, all I could muster was: "Fuck you, asshole!"
"Now, now, Rohit boy, remember our wager. Besides you're so confident about Mansi's fidelity that there's nothing to worry about, right?"
With that, Rohit made a beeline towards Mansi. On the one hand, I felt like intervening. On the other, I truly wanted the vindication of Mansi spurning Rohit's base advances. In the end, I drowned my indecision in more vodka and tonics.
As the evening wore on, my stomach felt oddly queasy. This feeling was exacerbated every time I lost sight of Mansi. Yet, throughout, I could not ignore the aching in my balls.
To my frustration, Rohit had succeeded in cornering Mansi into a long one on one conversation. This was quite surprising since Mansi was notorious for her ability to work a crowd. Many times, people would come up to Mansi and apparently interject themselves into the conversation. Normally, Mansi would use the interruption as an opportunity to move on. At the very least, Mansi would always graciously welcome the new party into the discourse. Yet, on this evening, Mansi's body language caused the interlopers to move on after only a comment or two, leaving her and Rohit to themselves.
Finally, the event was coming to an end, and the caterers began to pack up. Mansi remained clearly in sight, and fully clothed, albeit in conversation with Rohit. At last, I felt a sense of relief and victory, as Mansi left Rohit and walked over to me. My elation was short-lived, however.
"Honey, I don't feel like calling it a night yet. Rohit's invited us to join him for drinks and dancing at a club. What do you say, it'll be fun, especially after you've had to put up with this boring purgatory for hours."
I had no choice but to agree. I certainly couldn't beg off and tell that I'd wagered her fidelity for some good Valuable work. Likewise, I would be breaching the deal with Rohit if I interfered.
"Sure, honey, that sounds great." While I was less than enthusiastic, I rationalized away the risk that Rohit might actually succeed. After all Mansi had done nothing improper, yet.
(to be continued)