19-04-2019, 08:05 PM
Part 8 - A bitchy reply to Anu
I was completely tired waking up next morning. Anu was still sleeping with her blanket curled around her. She would have been dead tired with her extra ordinary performance of last night. I was simply a slave obeying the master’s orders. It was tedious for me to work my way into her pussy as we covered ourselves in a big quilt and kept fucking all through midnight. The chaining experience was testing my patience. My wife’s office friend played his part and was somehow able to convince this cougar for flirting. Though our bed time things were quite interesting and satisfactory several questions kept coming back on my mind.
I turned my head right to see Anu sleeping like a baby around her pillows but inside her was a cougar who could handle multiple dicks in one shot. Unlike me who used to flirt openly, my wife has not told me about anyone looking nice or someone she is interested on. Of course, who will tell it frank. I have not told Anu about Srilekha or vegetable seller until she found out. God only knows if she knows about Shylaja or not. She showed only a yellow dress with my cum stains but not an orange one. So, I assumed it was still a secret. I dont want to spoil our relationship by telling another nasty story of mine. As a lesson to me… even the worst has happened last night with my wife fingering and moaning before some office bastard while I was a mere spectator of this ultra nasty show.
Even while punching on her pussy after I was freed from cufflinks, I dont know if she thought about me or her office friend. She moaned, rolled, kissed and licked but i started getting an inkling of doubt at the corner of my mind. I went to the Hall and waited for to wake up. Somehow anger was fuming inside and so I applied for leave that day and decided to stay back. For the first time since our wedding i felt like fucking a bitch though she is my wife.
Anu woke up half an hour later. She came out with loose hairs. Her strain was easily recognizable. She was wearing a cotton shirt-pyjama set night suit. The shirt was short and her ample breasts raised the shirt near her chest like cones and that revealed her belly and her big navel hole just above the waist line. I was indeed fucking her like a bitch. Normally i used to be gentle on her and handle everything smooth. But this time, with anger pumping up on veins i was total fury. I slapped her ass real hard. Bitten her on the clits and even kept digging her pussy until she squirted. But to my astonishment, she never said stop at any point of time when I was slamming her. Was she such a bitch to take these easily? Some sort of strange possessiveness crept in. Though that dude was enjoying her show virtually, my dirty mind kept stuffing questions one after the other.
I waited for her to complete here routine things and immersed myself with the daily news. Just then her cell phone rang. Unlike all these years, i felt a sudden urge to see who it was. As I took her cell phone i was about to get an attack. The screen showed the name Calling ‘SHYLAJA. DEEPAK TUT…. ‘. I started perspiring heavily. But i do not want nu wife to attend this. Not another disaster. I am not ready. In a rush i picked the phone. I was swaited from uttering any word and waited for the voice on the phone to start. After a couple of seconds it said “heh, good? “? With some hesitation i said “hello! This is.. Anu’s husband “?
Now there was a deep silence on the other end. I expected the effect that my voice would have produced and my anticipations were right. Absolute silence was almost 30 seconds. Then i heard some hissing sounds as if she is heaving and then a gasp. “just tell Anu Shylaja called. Ask her to call me once she is back “, the voice was point blank on the subject to be discussed and then the line disconnected. That voice reminded me of so many things. Those nasty encounters are still erotic and fresh on my mind. However, the name Rahul and his activities of last night kept increasing my tension. Anu came to the hall after completing her routine things. She sat on the sofa with the TV remote. Our son was still sleeping. Unable to control my patience, I started,
I : “Who is Rahul?”, it was a spot-on question without unnecessary details. Anu glanced at me and never seemed to care about. I got irritated and increased by tone.
I: “I asked you a question ?”. This time she turned around casually and replied
Anu: “Rahul is my friend at office.”
I was expecting more but there were no details coming out. In extreme anger, my words poured out,
I: “So, a friend close enough to fuck you ? Is that what it means?”
Looking still cool, she retaliated my questions, “Not close enough to fuck me! But we chat dirty occasionally and share pics and videos on Skype. Very trustworthy. Not like you”, she kept smiling a little and that increased my rage to the extreme.
I: “Hello, do you know what you are doing ? How dare you are to tell this to me?”
Anu: “Having a dick alone does not make you a man!”, her voice echoed all through the hall. It pierced my heart. I was dumb founded.
Anu: “Don't show your dominance on me. From the very beginning I know about you. You are such an asshole who masturbates on every single women you meet. I know it”
I : ”What? How can you make such idiotic statements”, but as I kept uttering the words my confidence sunk in. I am an asshole indeed. She was partly right. I have wild thoughts and I masturbated in front our son's tuition teacher and the vegetable vendor. My wife caught me red handed.
Anu: “You know I married you and I am happy. No doubt about it. But all these old customs, and one to one relationships sounds too vintage to me. I know you are an asshole. Dint you shag thinking about my younger sister* Keerthi ? Come on! I know everything. I was sleeping just next to you. You son of a bitch, turned around and watched me often to ensure I am sleeping. You are such a filthy pimp to take our recent photo, zoom in to my sister's face, keep it near your dick and shag. Dint you do that? Dont lie for god's sake”
It sent out a chill on my spine. She was watching me all along. How could she notice even the most secret of my things. Words did not come out of me.
Anu: “Not only that. Why do you come with me to the market on weekends? Is it affection. No! You son of a bitch watch all those ladies picking up vegetables and develop a fantasy. How many times I have seen you watching porn and shag ? Dont you think a wife can notice even the slightest of change on you? You wake up at 4 AM and run to the bathroom. I know what are you up to. Porn and shagging! I know every guy has his own private things and I am good enough not to question it. But you such a pervert to shag on my own sister and almost everyone whom you meet. Aren't you ashamed?”
I was sweating heavily. Whatever she told were correct and I was literally humiliated.
Anu: “Our marriage and the life is good. But as I said, I cannot confine myself sexually to just one person. I was good in the beginning. But seeing you do all these nasty things and hiding it from me, why should I be good and humble while you are a mother fucker ? So, I found my own companion. I know my limits sir! For sure, you are the only one to drill my ass, my pussyhole and whatever you digged so far. But I had online relationships to some extent with Rahul. For the past one year!”
She was still cool whereas I am heated out completely.
Anu: “Don't show your male arrogance to me. I know how you will feel now. Isn't it hard? Do you feel like dying? This is how I felt when you shagged at Keerthi. And then Srilekha and then the vegetable lady. I wanted you to suffer and I will enjoy seeing it. Rememberrrrr Sir!” , her voice resonated. She raised her finger and was talking with such an authoritativeness
Anu: “You males think, you are superior and could make any woman lick your balls? Try it? Except for some hookers, you need to stick your tongue out and search for a woman. Even you need to pay for a bitch to suck your dick. Otherwise she will not even consider you a living being. But for us, woman, if we decide to dump you and go out, there would be thousands of mean ready to do anything. Out of those lust filled men, I am sure I can find at least one who is really caring. Remember this for the rest of your life. Even if a single unnecessary question about my personals or unwanted suspicion comes on your mind, take it for granted that I slept with some other guy whom I like. I am still your wife. You still have the privileges over me! I enjoy your bed time works. I like you as a fucker. Thats it! You do not have the rights to get jealous anymore while you were shaking dick on almost everyone”
I was completely tired waking up next morning. Anu was still sleeping with her blanket curled around her. She would have been dead tired with her extra ordinary performance of last night. I was simply a slave obeying the master’s orders. It was tedious for me to work my way into her pussy as we covered ourselves in a big quilt and kept fucking all through midnight. The chaining experience was testing my patience. My wife’s office friend played his part and was somehow able to convince this cougar for flirting. Though our bed time things were quite interesting and satisfactory several questions kept coming back on my mind.
I turned my head right to see Anu sleeping like a baby around her pillows but inside her was a cougar who could handle multiple dicks in one shot. Unlike me who used to flirt openly, my wife has not told me about anyone looking nice or someone she is interested on. Of course, who will tell it frank. I have not told Anu about Srilekha or vegetable seller until she found out. God only knows if she knows about Shylaja or not. She showed only a yellow dress with my cum stains but not an orange one. So, I assumed it was still a secret. I dont want to spoil our relationship by telling another nasty story of mine. As a lesson to me… even the worst has happened last night with my wife fingering and moaning before some office bastard while I was a mere spectator of this ultra nasty show.
Even while punching on her pussy after I was freed from cufflinks, I dont know if she thought about me or her office friend. She moaned, rolled, kissed and licked but i started getting an inkling of doubt at the corner of my mind. I went to the Hall and waited for to wake up. Somehow anger was fuming inside and so I applied for leave that day and decided to stay back. For the first time since our wedding i felt like fucking a bitch though she is my wife.
Anu woke up half an hour later. She came out with loose hairs. Her strain was easily recognizable. She was wearing a cotton shirt-pyjama set night suit. The shirt was short and her ample breasts raised the shirt near her chest like cones and that revealed her belly and her big navel hole just above the waist line. I was indeed fucking her like a bitch. Normally i used to be gentle on her and handle everything smooth. But this time, with anger pumping up on veins i was total fury. I slapped her ass real hard. Bitten her on the clits and even kept digging her pussy until she squirted. But to my astonishment, she never said stop at any point of time when I was slamming her. Was she such a bitch to take these easily? Some sort of strange possessiveness crept in. Though that dude was enjoying her show virtually, my dirty mind kept stuffing questions one after the other.
I waited for her to complete here routine things and immersed myself with the daily news. Just then her cell phone rang. Unlike all these years, i felt a sudden urge to see who it was. As I took her cell phone i was about to get an attack. The screen showed the name Calling ‘SHYLAJA. DEEPAK TUT…. ‘. I started perspiring heavily. But i do not want nu wife to attend this. Not another disaster. I am not ready. In a rush i picked the phone. I was swaited from uttering any word and waited for the voice on the phone to start. After a couple of seconds it said “heh, good? “? With some hesitation i said “hello! This is.. Anu’s husband “?
Now there was a deep silence on the other end. I expected the effect that my voice would have produced and my anticipations were right. Absolute silence was almost 30 seconds. Then i heard some hissing sounds as if she is heaving and then a gasp. “just tell Anu Shylaja called. Ask her to call me once she is back “, the voice was point blank on the subject to be discussed and then the line disconnected. That voice reminded me of so many things. Those nasty encounters are still erotic and fresh on my mind. However, the name Rahul and his activities of last night kept increasing my tension. Anu came to the hall after completing her routine things. She sat on the sofa with the TV remote. Our son was still sleeping. Unable to control my patience, I started,
I : “Who is Rahul?”, it was a spot-on question without unnecessary details. Anu glanced at me and never seemed to care about. I got irritated and increased by tone.
I: “I asked you a question ?”. This time she turned around casually and replied
Anu: “Rahul is my friend at office.”
I was expecting more but there were no details coming out. In extreme anger, my words poured out,
I: “So, a friend close enough to fuck you ? Is that what it means?”
Looking still cool, she retaliated my questions, “Not close enough to fuck me! But we chat dirty occasionally and share pics and videos on Skype. Very trustworthy. Not like you”, she kept smiling a little and that increased my rage to the extreme.
I: “Hello, do you know what you are doing ? How dare you are to tell this to me?”
Anu: “Having a dick alone does not make you a man!”, her voice echoed all through the hall. It pierced my heart. I was dumb founded.
Anu: “Don't show your dominance on me. From the very beginning I know about you. You are such an asshole who masturbates on every single women you meet. I know it”
I : ”What? How can you make such idiotic statements”, but as I kept uttering the words my confidence sunk in. I am an asshole indeed. She was partly right. I have wild thoughts and I masturbated in front our son's tuition teacher and the vegetable vendor. My wife caught me red handed.
Anu: “You know I married you and I am happy. No doubt about it. But all these old customs, and one to one relationships sounds too vintage to me. I know you are an asshole. Dint you shag thinking about my younger sister* Keerthi ? Come on! I know everything. I was sleeping just next to you. You son of a bitch, turned around and watched me often to ensure I am sleeping. You are such a filthy pimp to take our recent photo, zoom in to my sister's face, keep it near your dick and shag. Dint you do that? Dont lie for god's sake”
It sent out a chill on my spine. She was watching me all along. How could she notice even the most secret of my things. Words did not come out of me.
Anu: “Not only that. Why do you come with me to the market on weekends? Is it affection. No! You son of a bitch watch all those ladies picking up vegetables and develop a fantasy. How many times I have seen you watching porn and shag ? Dont you think a wife can notice even the slightest of change on you? You wake up at 4 AM and run to the bathroom. I know what are you up to. Porn and shagging! I know every guy has his own private things and I am good enough not to question it. But you such a pervert to shag on my own sister and almost everyone whom you meet. Aren't you ashamed?”
I was sweating heavily. Whatever she told were correct and I was literally humiliated.
Anu: “Our marriage and the life is good. But as I said, I cannot confine myself sexually to just one person. I was good in the beginning. But seeing you do all these nasty things and hiding it from me, why should I be good and humble while you are a mother fucker ? So, I found my own companion. I know my limits sir! For sure, you are the only one to drill my ass, my pussyhole and whatever you digged so far. But I had online relationships to some extent with Rahul. For the past one year!”
She was still cool whereas I am heated out completely.
Anu: “Don't show your male arrogance to me. I know how you will feel now. Isn't it hard? Do you feel like dying? This is how I felt when you shagged at Keerthi. And then Srilekha and then the vegetable lady. I wanted you to suffer and I will enjoy seeing it. Rememberrrrr Sir!” , her voice resonated. She raised her finger and was talking with such an authoritativeness
Anu: “You males think, you are superior and could make any woman lick your balls? Try it? Except for some hookers, you need to stick your tongue out and search for a woman. Even you need to pay for a bitch to suck your dick. Otherwise she will not even consider you a living being. But for us, woman, if we decide to dump you and go out, there would be thousands of mean ready to do anything. Out of those lust filled men, I am sure I can find at least one who is really caring. Remember this for the rest of your life. Even if a single unnecessary question about my personals or unwanted suspicion comes on your mind, take it for granted that I slept with some other guy whom I like. I am still your wife. You still have the privileges over me! I enjoy your bed time works. I like you as a fucker. Thats it! You do not have the rights to get jealous anymore while you were shaking dick on almost everyone”
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