18-04-2019, 11:51 AM
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part11
Predictably, Rohit called mid-morning to schedule a lunch. I was resigned to the continued humiliation of picking up the check for the man who made me a cuckold.
Rohit was beaming with his sense of achievement when I met him at the cafe'. As we sat down at our table, Rohit crowed "So, how's my boy? I hope your mommy taught you to be a good loser."
Perhaps I lacked the depth of conviction from my earlier denials, but I surprised myself by conjuring up enough strength to say: "Rohit, I'm really tiring of this entire charade. You haven't accomplished anything, and you certainly have no proof."
"Tsk, tsk, tsk.." Rohit replied as he shook his head condescendingly. As he did, Rohit reached into his jacket pocket and retrieved a pair of black silk thong panties which he deposited on my plate.
I immediately recognized the panties as the pair that I'd seen on Mansi for the first time, the night before. After regaining some composure, I picked the panties up with my finger and, while dangling them in front of Rohit, said "Rohit, I'm surprised, I never knew this side of you. After all, a man of your station in life shouldn't wear women's underwear!"
Rohit was not amused. "Look, pencil-dick ... this is your proof. Those are Mansi's panties that I kept as a souvenir from last night."
"Oh, that explains the phone call in the middle of the night." I smirked. "It was you up to your old games. Damn near woke both me and Mansi up. Oh, by the way, Mansi doesn't wear or own any thong panties."
As I surreptitiously slid the panties in my jacket pocket (for later examination and sniffing), Rohit's face got red and angry. Then, he relaxed and suddenly began to laugh loudly.
"Okay, okay, I get it. I think I know what's going on." Rohit gasped after stifling his guffaw. "Kind a strange, but whatever floats your boat! If you want undeniable proof, you shall have it."
The rest of the lunch proceeded without mention of Mansi or the wager. But, I did catch myself noticing Rohit's cologne, the same smell that Mansi brought home. I also began to imagine what Rohit looked like in the nude with particular time spent visualizing his erect cock and heavy testicles. Indeed, kind a strange for a married, hetero guy.
For the next few days, I wondered what kind of proof Rohit had in mind. To my disappointment, Mansi did not ask for any nights out." I was doubly disappointed to discover that the "prize" thong panties did not have any dried semen. There was the discernible aroma of Mansi's juices, but missing was the pungent odor of a man's ejaculate.
The next Wednesday, Rohit called and invited me to lunch, again. I was surprised. Mansi hadn't gone out at all the preceding evenings. My curiosity was piqued as I hurried to keep the lunch date. I was anxious and it didn't help that Rohit was running late. I was so nervous that I ordered a drink, something that I never do at lunch. After about ten minutes of fidgeting, the waiter came over and handed me an envelope with my name on it. I opened it and found a novelty greeting card with the picture of a shapely young woman bending over to reveal an ass comparable to Mansi's with lace panties. On the inside, it read "The End is in Sight!" Underneath was handwritten: "Your absolute proof awaits you in the master bathroom of your house ...Rohit"
I threw a Rs100 down on the table and left the cafe' like a bat out of Hell. Fortunately, there were no speed traps between the restaurant and my house. When I arrived, I noticed that Mansi's car was still in the garage, but she was nowhere to be found. Nevertheless, I headed straight to the master bath. But, to my frustration, there was nothing! Absolutely, nothing was amiss or out of the ordinary! Like a fumbling treasure hunter, I looked in every drawer and cupboard, under ever towel, even in the toilet tank. Zippo! I was ready to go track down Rohit and knock the shit out of him, when I heard the front door open. Mansi's laughter was immediately recognizable. But, she was talking to someone else and moving towards the bedroom.
(To be continued)
Predictably, Rohit called mid-morning to schedule a lunch. I was resigned to the continued humiliation of picking up the check for the man who made me a cuckold.
Rohit was beaming with his sense of achievement when I met him at the cafe'. As we sat down at our table, Rohit crowed "So, how's my boy? I hope your mommy taught you to be a good loser."
Perhaps I lacked the depth of conviction from my earlier denials, but I surprised myself by conjuring up enough strength to say: "Rohit, I'm really tiring of this entire charade. You haven't accomplished anything, and you certainly have no proof."
"Tsk, tsk, tsk.." Rohit replied as he shook his head condescendingly. As he did, Rohit reached into his jacket pocket and retrieved a pair of black silk thong panties which he deposited on my plate.
I immediately recognized the panties as the pair that I'd seen on Mansi for the first time, the night before. After regaining some composure, I picked the panties up with my finger and, while dangling them in front of Rohit, said "Rohit, I'm surprised, I never knew this side of you. After all, a man of your station in life shouldn't wear women's underwear!"
Rohit was not amused. "Look, pencil-dick ... this is your proof. Those are Mansi's panties that I kept as a souvenir from last night."
"Oh, that explains the phone call in the middle of the night." I smirked. "It was you up to your old games. Damn near woke both me and Mansi up. Oh, by the way, Mansi doesn't wear or own any thong panties."
As I surreptitiously slid the panties in my jacket pocket (for later examination and sniffing), Rohit's face got red and angry. Then, he relaxed and suddenly began to laugh loudly.
"Okay, okay, I get it. I think I know what's going on." Rohit gasped after stifling his guffaw. "Kind a strange, but whatever floats your boat! If you want undeniable proof, you shall have it."
The rest of the lunch proceeded without mention of Mansi or the wager. But, I did catch myself noticing Rohit's cologne, the same smell that Mansi brought home. I also began to imagine what Rohit looked like in the nude with particular time spent visualizing his erect cock and heavy testicles. Indeed, kind a strange for a married, hetero guy.
For the next few days, I wondered what kind of proof Rohit had in mind. To my disappointment, Mansi did not ask for any nights out." I was doubly disappointed to discover that the "prize" thong panties did not have any dried semen. There was the discernible aroma of Mansi's juices, but missing was the pungent odor of a man's ejaculate.
The next Wednesday, Rohit called and invited me to lunch, again. I was surprised. Mansi hadn't gone out at all the preceding evenings. My curiosity was piqued as I hurried to keep the lunch date. I was anxious and it didn't help that Rohit was running late. I was so nervous that I ordered a drink, something that I never do at lunch. After about ten minutes of fidgeting, the waiter came over and handed me an envelope with my name on it. I opened it and found a novelty greeting card with the picture of a shapely young woman bending over to reveal an ass comparable to Mansi's with lace panties. On the inside, it read "The End is in Sight!" Underneath was handwritten: "Your absolute proof awaits you in the master bathroom of your house ...Rohit"
I threw a Rs100 down on the table and left the cafe' like a bat out of Hell. Fortunately, there were no speed traps between the restaurant and my house. When I arrived, I noticed that Mansi's car was still in the garage, but she was nowhere to be found. Nevertheless, I headed straight to the master bath. But, to my frustration, there was nothing! Absolutely, nothing was amiss or out of the ordinary! Like a fumbling treasure hunter, I looked in every drawer and cupboard, under ever towel, even in the toilet tank. Zippo! I was ready to go track down Rohit and knock the shit out of him, when I heard the front door open. Mansi's laughter was immediately recognizable. But, she was talking to someone else and moving towards the bedroom.
(To be continued)
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