19-04-2019, 10:34 PM
HOW MY WIFE BECAME A WHORE
1ST PART
"I have to tell you something, Anoop," My wife, Sunanda, said. She sat across from me over
breakfast. Bright sunlight streamed through the apartment window behind her back. Sunanda looked
stunning as always. She wore just a flimsy chemise and her cotton panties. That was one thing I liked
about her. She always seemed to be in a state of semi-undressed.
"Uh-huh," I said. My head was buried in the morning paper. I was following up about the story of
the two missing teenage girls. The security officer had no clues as yet. "This is a very serious matter that I want
to tell you. Please put the paper down," Sunanda said. Her silky black shoulder length hair accentuated her
pretty features as I gave her my attention. "OK. Tell me," I said folding the newspaper.
"I did something and I want your forgiveness and understanding," Sunanda started. She clasped her
hands on the table. My first reaction was that this was going to cost me money. I braced myself for a substantial dollar figure accompanied by a no win story.
"When I went to India for Mama's Brain surgery, Dr. Dinesh was the only doctor who had the facility and the expertise to handle the operation. Her chances for making it through were non-existent with any other Brain specialist. Each day the chances for recovery worsened and it took me three days of pushing the right buttons just to see the doctor," my wife said. She gulped down the rest of the orange juice and proceeded. "When I finally met him, he told me that he couldn't take any new patients for the next six months as his calendar was full."
Since my mother in law did have the surgery and is recovering, I braced myself to hear how my wife
had given the doctor some exorbitant amount of money to get my mother in law under the knife immediately.
My second thought was that if my wife had given the respectable doctor a handsome monetary inducement, how come I wasn't aware of it.
"I was just quiet...sitting in the doctor's office," Sunanda continued. "I couldn't believe my mother had to die because the doctor was just too busy. Her situation was so precarious, she couldn't even travel. Then the doctor said that if I was willing to give him sexual favors, he will..." "Wait a minute," I said. "Is that what the
doctor said? Why didn't you slap that bastard's face?" "Let me finish," my wife said. "He said that he will have my mother's illness immediately taken care of without any monitory expenses. However he warned me that since the whole operation and recovery would take a month, that I must reside in his house and to be ready to service him or whoever else upon his instructions."
I studied my thirty-three years old wife and I couldn't imagine her sleeping with the aged doctor or anybody else in that case. "So how did you manage around that proposition? How much money did you promise the doctor?" I asked. My wife believed that money grew on trees. "There was no money exchanged. He didn't
want money. He wanted my body and I had no choice. I agreed. For twenty-six days and nights he had me,"
Sunanda said. She brushed her hair off her face.
I chose my words carefully. "We are not talking about what you had for dinner last night," I said. I slammed my fist on the table. "How could you do this? How the hell could you even consider it." "Look it wasn't easy doing it but I had no choice," Sunanda said. "There are always choices. Couldn't you even have tried other options. Checked the hospitals in other cities. I cannot believe that you were duped so easily," I said. I felt sick in my stomach. "My mother has only me to take care of her. Even now that she is recovering, there is really no one to take care of her. I begged her to come to San Diego but she would not leave. We have people taking care of her but it is not the same," Sunanda said. "How could you have given your body so
easily? At least you could have consulted with me first?" I said. The energy in my body seemed to have
drained out.
"Sure, I could have given you a call and said, 'Anoop, I have to fuck the doctor so that he will operate on my mother,'" Sunanda said. "You should be apologizing and instead you are raising your voice. I should be slapping your face right now. God dammit! Do you know this changes everything," I said. "I wouldn't have told you this if I didn't believe we could overcome it," Sunanda said. She leaned back on her chair lazily playing with her bowl of cereal. "How would you feel if I had an affair?" I asked. Although it was getting warm, I didn't move to open the window. "This is different. This is called doing what you had to do. It is called accepting the hand that you are dealt with," my wife spoke. "Well it is not possible for me to accept this situation. I cannot accept the fact that my wife has been doing who knows what with this so called expectable surgeon," I said. "I will tell you everything that happened, otherwise I don't think we could ever get back to some kind of normalcy," my wife suggested. "I don't think I want to hear it," I said. "Even then how would I know you have told the whole truth." "When you hear it, you will know that I have told you everything," she said.
On that Saturday morning my wife narrated to me with a lot of graphic details the events that took place in her twenty-six days as a slut in Dr. Dinesh's domicile. I was surprised, mesmerized, turned-on and disgusted by her narration. I became irritated as she chatted away with a certain sense of eagerness as to what transpired during her time at the doctor's house. I couldn't stop her as I wanted myself to hear everything. I
needed to hear all the gory details.
"Dr. Dinesh came to me with lust that first night. He practically ripped off my clothes, had his greedy mouth on mine and just shoved his dick into me. He was just fucking me like an animal. It was painful. I thought to myself that what did I get into. But I kept brave for my mother's sake," she said. "You are not getting any sympathy from me," I said. She ignored my comments. "His hands would grab my breasts. He was very rough with them. He pulled at my nipples. His greedy mouth sucked on them hard. His fingers played with my pussy. He knew where my clit was and played with it. That first night, he did it to me four times. The worst part is the way he looked deep into my eyes every time he pushed his dick into me. I couldn't stop thinking
that this man would be my father's age and he was fucking me." My wife's nipples became more pronounced
underneath the chemise as she continued talking. "At that point, I didn't like the doctor. Then he left for work and I got some sleep. When I woke up, I had no idea where my clothes were kept. Then one of the maids came, gave me a robe and showed me where they were.
I went downstairs for my breakfast where I bumped into his son." "He had children?" I inquired. "Just one son," she said. "He was my age but he was very cute. He just stared at me angrily. Didn't say a single word." Sunanda stretched her arms making her nipples still more pronounced. "My mother was in the intensive care unit that first week right after the surgery. I couldn't get to see her much but I still stayed at the hospital all day. That second night was pretty much the same as the first. He was like a kid with a new toy. He wanted me in every which way. He made me parade up and down in his bedroom naked. He had me spread my legs apart. He sat there staring at it. Then he would grab me, pin me under his body, and shove his dick in me. Another night of intense fucking."
"Looks like you were enjoying yourself," I said. My wife ignored my remarks again. "Dr. Dinesh left early as usual. I slept on as I was too exhausted. Then the sheets got pulled away and I began shouting at the idiot maid who couldn't see that I was sleeping. I wasn't wearing anything but I couldn't care less until I opened my eyes and saw Rajiv, the son, just staring at my body with an evil grin," my wife narrated. "Don't tell me you had sex with the son, too," I said. I could feel the acid in my stomach churning. "Everyday after his father left for work," Sunanda answered my question. "After he pulled the sheets out, he took his clothes off and got on the bed. He has a great body. His dick was big and strong. He put his mouth on my breasts and sucked
them. He went back and forth on each breast, then he started kissing his way down my stomach all the way to my pussy. He licked my pussy. His own father's semen was dripping out and he was licking it up. It felt
strange. Finally he positioned me doggy style on his father's bed and slid his dick into me. After he ejaculated, he left."
"Why didn't you have sex with all the relatives while you are at it. The son had nothing to do with the
agreement. You could have resisted," I said. "If I resisted, I would have been bangd anyway. The security officer would side with the influential doctor, not with me," Sunanda said. "Anyway, the son fucked me every morning after his father left home. He told me not to tell his father and I didn't, but I think his father knew anyway."
"So you slept with the father and the son. What else?" I asked. "Looks like you want to hear all the details," she said. "Don't I deserve to," I replied. I knocked the salt shaker down, spilling a few granules on the
table. "You're right," my wife said. She had that certain expression that made her so irresistible. "One day, a week later, I waited in bed as I did every morning for Rajiv, but to my surprise he wasn't alone that morning. He had come with his two cousins who were just teenagers. He pulled out the sheet to show them my body. I was so embarrassed. They were staring at my pussy and my breasts. After that initial embarrassment, I just let them stare. I could see they all had a bulge in their pants. They were all hard for me. So I stood up."
"You stood up naked in front of them?" I asked. I felt myself getting an erection. If I stood up, she could see it through the thin fabric of my pajamas. "I don't know what happened. It felt good to be naked and to be watched. So I walked among them and asked them to feel me up. Rajiv had his hands over me first to show his cousins how it was done. They'd never seen a live naked woman and it felt unbelievable as they touched me. They were exploring me," Sunanda said. She stood up and placed her cereal in the fridge. She sat back down and asked, "Do you want to hear more?"
"I must hear everything," I replied. "Did you fuck the teenage cousins?" "Not that first day with them," she
answered. "After they felt me up, Rajiv told them to take off their pants. He asked them if they would
like to have their penises put into my mouth. He assured them that it would feel very nice. Those kids
were ready to spurt anytime. Their young cocks were oozing with pre-cum. I got on my knees on that
hardwood floor and grabbed the older one's balls in my hand. I licked off his pre-cum. With just two
strokes, he practically flooded my mouth. It was all over my chin. There were huge globs on my breasts and
lots more on the floor. I got a bunch of paper towels and cleaned up the mess while they watched me. The
younger one was so excited with anticipation; his cock was twitching every which way. As I approached his
cock and started to feel it in my hands, he just spurted all over the place. Rajiv was laughing and the young boy was so embarrassed that he had ejaculated with just my touching his dick."
"What else did the doctor do to you," I asked. I had a raging hard-on. I dared not stand up. My wife exciting those teenage boys had a certain effect on me. "Eventually it had become pretty much a routine. He would fuck me once or twice every night. He would watch me take a shower first. He would have a glass of Johnie Walker in his hands and sip on his drink as I soaped myself. Usually I would start the evening by sucking his dick and then before he comes into my mouth, he would plunge his hard dick into my pussy."
"Thanks for being so descriptive," I muttered. I was having serious doubts about my marriage lasting. "You mentioned that the doctor also included other men that you had to perform sexually with." I couldn't use the word 'fuck'. "Oh... Yes. The doctor invited his three friends every Friday night for 'teen pati'. They would
drink their scotch with water, munch on spicy cashews and play cards," Sunanda said.
"Were you the prize?" I asked. 'Teen patti' was the Indian version of poker played with three cards instead of five. "Oh. No. I was the entertainment," my wife replied. "I had to remove all my clothes in front of them. They would whistle, cheer and call me a whore and other unmentionable things. I had to play with them while they played cards. I sat on their laps and grinded my butt into their erections. They put their hands on my tits and their fingers in my pussy. Then
when one could not hold any longer, he would take me to the bedroom, put on a condom and fuck me like a
whore. The others would continue playing. Then we would return back to the card table. He would resume
playing and I would get fingered and groped all over again."
"How many times were you taken to the bedroom," I asked. "About seven or eight times and that were just
his three buddies. They treated me like a whore. All three of them offered me money in private to have sex
with them at other times," she answered. "Did you accept their offers?" I asked. "No way. I did what I did for my mother and not for money," Sunanda replied. She stood up to open the window behind her. The way her little panties hugged her tight smooth buttocks made me jealous of all those uncouth men who had taken advantage of Sunanda. "Why did you fuck the cousins?" I asked. I finally used the f-word. "Rajiv came back with his cousins during the last days of my stay. He wanted them to experience this ultimate act that would make them into men. I obliged," my wife said. "Is that all you want to say?" I asked. A slight breeze brushed my face.
"Yes," she replied.
"You had sex with seven different men and you want my forgiveness and acceptance," I said.
"I am hoping that you can understand the circumstances that made me do this. I didn't go out and do this because I wanted to," Sunanda countered. I spoke loudly. "Let me tell you something. If I was forced into a situation like you were, I would not actively participate or reciprocate in these sex acts. I expected you to resist by not participating. You could have lied down submissively and let them do what they wanted. But golly from what you told me, you actually wanted to fuck around."
"It is not that simple. I had no choice. If I didn't reciprocate, they would have treated me worse and made me do humiliating and hideous things," my wife responded. I had to ask the question that gnawed at me all morning. "Why are you telling me this? I would have never known."
"Well...Dr.Dinesh is coming to San Diego for a conference," Sunanda said. "So what has that got to do with us." "He expects to stay with us," Sunanda said. She twirled her ring around her finger. "Have you told him that would not be appropriate?" I asked. I stared at her well manicured nails. "No, because he is still monitoring my mother and carefully adjusting her medication for her recovery," my wife replied. She glanced away from me. "So where would we put up the distinguished doctor?" I asked. "He expects to sleep in our bed with me," she replied.
"You're kidding me right!" I shouted. I thought my veins would pop. "I am sure you happily agreed to this arrangement. Well, I'm sorry but I am not going to allow it." "He put it plainly that if my mother doesn't
receive the proper medication, she would not recover. He expects full cooperation from you and me," my wife
replied. "So while you fornicate, I sleep on the couch outside. Is that the arrangement he planned?"
I questioned. Morning had turned in afternoon. "Not exactly. He expects you to be in the bedroom and watch," replied my wife.
(TO BE CONTINUED)
1ST PART
"I have to tell you something, Anoop," My wife, Sunanda, said. She sat across from me over
breakfast. Bright sunlight streamed through the apartment window behind her back. Sunanda looked
stunning as always. She wore just a flimsy chemise and her cotton panties. That was one thing I liked
about her. She always seemed to be in a state of semi-undressed.
"Uh-huh," I said. My head was buried in the morning paper. I was following up about the story of
the two missing teenage girls. The security officer had no clues as yet. "This is a very serious matter that I want
to tell you. Please put the paper down," Sunanda said. Her silky black shoulder length hair accentuated her
pretty features as I gave her my attention. "OK. Tell me," I said folding the newspaper.
"I did something and I want your forgiveness and understanding," Sunanda started. She clasped her
hands on the table. My first reaction was that this was going to cost me money. I braced myself for a substantial dollar figure accompanied by a no win story.
"When I went to India for Mama's Brain surgery, Dr. Dinesh was the only doctor who had the facility and the expertise to handle the operation. Her chances for making it through were non-existent with any other Brain specialist. Each day the chances for recovery worsened and it took me three days of pushing the right buttons just to see the doctor," my wife said. She gulped down the rest of the orange juice and proceeded. "When I finally met him, he told me that he couldn't take any new patients for the next six months as his calendar was full."
Since my mother in law did have the surgery and is recovering, I braced myself to hear how my wife
had given the doctor some exorbitant amount of money to get my mother in law under the knife immediately.
My second thought was that if my wife had given the respectable doctor a handsome monetary inducement, how come I wasn't aware of it.
"I was just quiet...sitting in the doctor's office," Sunanda continued. "I couldn't believe my mother had to die because the doctor was just too busy. Her situation was so precarious, she couldn't even travel. Then the doctor said that if I was willing to give him sexual favors, he will..." "Wait a minute," I said. "Is that what the
doctor said? Why didn't you slap that bastard's face?" "Let me finish," my wife said. "He said that he will have my mother's illness immediately taken care of without any monitory expenses. However he warned me that since the whole operation and recovery would take a month, that I must reside in his house and to be ready to service him or whoever else upon his instructions."
I studied my thirty-three years old wife and I couldn't imagine her sleeping with the aged doctor or anybody else in that case. "So how did you manage around that proposition? How much money did you promise the doctor?" I asked. My wife believed that money grew on trees. "There was no money exchanged. He didn't
want money. He wanted my body and I had no choice. I agreed. For twenty-six days and nights he had me,"
Sunanda said. She brushed her hair off her face.
I chose my words carefully. "We are not talking about what you had for dinner last night," I said. I slammed my fist on the table. "How could you do this? How the hell could you even consider it." "Look it wasn't easy doing it but I had no choice," Sunanda said. "There are always choices. Couldn't you even have tried other options. Checked the hospitals in other cities. I cannot believe that you were duped so easily," I said. I felt sick in my stomach. "My mother has only me to take care of her. Even now that she is recovering, there is really no one to take care of her. I begged her to come to San Diego but she would not leave. We have people taking care of her but it is not the same," Sunanda said. "How could you have given your body so
easily? At least you could have consulted with me first?" I said. The energy in my body seemed to have
drained out.
"Sure, I could have given you a call and said, 'Anoop, I have to fuck the doctor so that he will operate on my mother,'" Sunanda said. "You should be apologizing and instead you are raising your voice. I should be slapping your face right now. God dammit! Do you know this changes everything," I said. "I wouldn't have told you this if I didn't believe we could overcome it," Sunanda said. She leaned back on her chair lazily playing with her bowl of cereal. "How would you feel if I had an affair?" I asked. Although it was getting warm, I didn't move to open the window. "This is different. This is called doing what you had to do. It is called accepting the hand that you are dealt with," my wife spoke. "Well it is not possible for me to accept this situation. I cannot accept the fact that my wife has been doing who knows what with this so called expectable surgeon," I said. "I will tell you everything that happened, otherwise I don't think we could ever get back to some kind of normalcy," my wife suggested. "I don't think I want to hear it," I said. "Even then how would I know you have told the whole truth." "When you hear it, you will know that I have told you everything," she said.
On that Saturday morning my wife narrated to me with a lot of graphic details the events that took place in her twenty-six days as a slut in Dr. Dinesh's domicile. I was surprised, mesmerized, turned-on and disgusted by her narration. I became irritated as she chatted away with a certain sense of eagerness as to what transpired during her time at the doctor's house. I couldn't stop her as I wanted myself to hear everything. I
needed to hear all the gory details.
"Dr. Dinesh came to me with lust that first night. He practically ripped off my clothes, had his greedy mouth on mine and just shoved his dick into me. He was just fucking me like an animal. It was painful. I thought to myself that what did I get into. But I kept brave for my mother's sake," she said. "You are not getting any sympathy from me," I said. She ignored my comments. "His hands would grab my breasts. He was very rough with them. He pulled at my nipples. His greedy mouth sucked on them hard. His fingers played with my pussy. He knew where my clit was and played with it. That first night, he did it to me four times. The worst part is the way he looked deep into my eyes every time he pushed his dick into me. I couldn't stop thinking
that this man would be my father's age and he was fucking me." My wife's nipples became more pronounced
underneath the chemise as she continued talking. "At that point, I didn't like the doctor. Then he left for work and I got some sleep. When I woke up, I had no idea where my clothes were kept. Then one of the maids came, gave me a robe and showed me where they were.
I went downstairs for my breakfast where I bumped into his son." "He had children?" I inquired. "Just one son," she said. "He was my age but he was very cute. He just stared at me angrily. Didn't say a single word." Sunanda stretched her arms making her nipples still more pronounced. "My mother was in the intensive care unit that first week right after the surgery. I couldn't get to see her much but I still stayed at the hospital all day. That second night was pretty much the same as the first. He was like a kid with a new toy. He wanted me in every which way. He made me parade up and down in his bedroom naked. He had me spread my legs apart. He sat there staring at it. Then he would grab me, pin me under his body, and shove his dick in me. Another night of intense fucking."
"Looks like you were enjoying yourself," I said. My wife ignored my remarks again. "Dr. Dinesh left early as usual. I slept on as I was too exhausted. Then the sheets got pulled away and I began shouting at the idiot maid who couldn't see that I was sleeping. I wasn't wearing anything but I couldn't care less until I opened my eyes and saw Rajiv, the son, just staring at my body with an evil grin," my wife narrated. "Don't tell me you had sex with the son, too," I said. I could feel the acid in my stomach churning. "Everyday after his father left for work," Sunanda answered my question. "After he pulled the sheets out, he took his clothes off and got on the bed. He has a great body. His dick was big and strong. He put his mouth on my breasts and sucked
them. He went back and forth on each breast, then he started kissing his way down my stomach all the way to my pussy. He licked my pussy. His own father's semen was dripping out and he was licking it up. It felt
strange. Finally he positioned me doggy style on his father's bed and slid his dick into me. After he ejaculated, he left."
"Why didn't you have sex with all the relatives while you are at it. The son had nothing to do with the
agreement. You could have resisted," I said. "If I resisted, I would have been bangd anyway. The security officer would side with the influential doctor, not with me," Sunanda said. "Anyway, the son fucked me every morning after his father left home. He told me not to tell his father and I didn't, but I think his father knew anyway."
"So you slept with the father and the son. What else?" I asked. "Looks like you want to hear all the details," she said. "Don't I deserve to," I replied. I knocked the salt shaker down, spilling a few granules on the
table. "You're right," my wife said. She had that certain expression that made her so irresistible. "One day, a week later, I waited in bed as I did every morning for Rajiv, but to my surprise he wasn't alone that morning. He had come with his two cousins who were just teenagers. He pulled out the sheet to show them my body. I was so embarrassed. They were staring at my pussy and my breasts. After that initial embarrassment, I just let them stare. I could see they all had a bulge in their pants. They were all hard for me. So I stood up."
"You stood up naked in front of them?" I asked. I felt myself getting an erection. If I stood up, she could see it through the thin fabric of my pajamas. "I don't know what happened. It felt good to be naked and to be watched. So I walked among them and asked them to feel me up. Rajiv had his hands over me first to show his cousins how it was done. They'd never seen a live naked woman and it felt unbelievable as they touched me. They were exploring me," Sunanda said. She stood up and placed her cereal in the fridge. She sat back down and asked, "Do you want to hear more?"
"I must hear everything," I replied. "Did you fuck the teenage cousins?" "Not that first day with them," she
answered. "After they felt me up, Rajiv told them to take off their pants. He asked them if they would
like to have their penises put into my mouth. He assured them that it would feel very nice. Those kids
were ready to spurt anytime. Their young cocks were oozing with pre-cum. I got on my knees on that
hardwood floor and grabbed the older one's balls in my hand. I licked off his pre-cum. With just two
strokes, he practically flooded my mouth. It was all over my chin. There were huge globs on my breasts and
lots more on the floor. I got a bunch of paper towels and cleaned up the mess while they watched me. The
younger one was so excited with anticipation; his cock was twitching every which way. As I approached his
cock and started to feel it in my hands, he just spurted all over the place. Rajiv was laughing and the young boy was so embarrassed that he had ejaculated with just my touching his dick."
"What else did the doctor do to you," I asked. I had a raging hard-on. I dared not stand up. My wife exciting those teenage boys had a certain effect on me. "Eventually it had become pretty much a routine. He would fuck me once or twice every night. He would watch me take a shower first. He would have a glass of Johnie Walker in his hands and sip on his drink as I soaped myself. Usually I would start the evening by sucking his dick and then before he comes into my mouth, he would plunge his hard dick into my pussy."
"Thanks for being so descriptive," I muttered. I was having serious doubts about my marriage lasting. "You mentioned that the doctor also included other men that you had to perform sexually with." I couldn't use the word 'fuck'. "Oh... Yes. The doctor invited his three friends every Friday night for 'teen pati'. They would
drink their scotch with water, munch on spicy cashews and play cards," Sunanda said.
"Were you the prize?" I asked. 'Teen patti' was the Indian version of poker played with three cards instead of five. "Oh. No. I was the entertainment," my wife replied. "I had to remove all my clothes in front of them. They would whistle, cheer and call me a whore and other unmentionable things. I had to play with them while they played cards. I sat on their laps and grinded my butt into their erections. They put their hands on my tits and their fingers in my pussy. Then
when one could not hold any longer, he would take me to the bedroom, put on a condom and fuck me like a
whore. The others would continue playing. Then we would return back to the card table. He would resume
playing and I would get fingered and groped all over again."
"How many times were you taken to the bedroom," I asked. "About seven or eight times and that were just
his three buddies. They treated me like a whore. All three of them offered me money in private to have sex
with them at other times," she answered. "Did you accept their offers?" I asked. "No way. I did what I did for my mother and not for money," Sunanda replied. She stood up to open the window behind her. The way her little panties hugged her tight smooth buttocks made me jealous of all those uncouth men who had taken advantage of Sunanda. "Why did you fuck the cousins?" I asked. I finally used the f-word. "Rajiv came back with his cousins during the last days of my stay. He wanted them to experience this ultimate act that would make them into men. I obliged," my wife said. "Is that all you want to say?" I asked. A slight breeze brushed my face.
"Yes," she replied.
"You had sex with seven different men and you want my forgiveness and acceptance," I said.
"I am hoping that you can understand the circumstances that made me do this. I didn't go out and do this because I wanted to," Sunanda countered. I spoke loudly. "Let me tell you something. If I was forced into a situation like you were, I would not actively participate or reciprocate in these sex acts. I expected you to resist by not participating. You could have lied down submissively and let them do what they wanted. But golly from what you told me, you actually wanted to fuck around."
"It is not that simple. I had no choice. If I didn't reciprocate, they would have treated me worse and made me do humiliating and hideous things," my wife responded. I had to ask the question that gnawed at me all morning. "Why are you telling me this? I would have never known."
"Well...Dr.Dinesh is coming to San Diego for a conference," Sunanda said. "So what has that got to do with us." "He expects to stay with us," Sunanda said. She twirled her ring around her finger. "Have you told him that would not be appropriate?" I asked. I stared at her well manicured nails. "No, because he is still monitoring my mother and carefully adjusting her medication for her recovery," my wife replied. She glanced away from me. "So where would we put up the distinguished doctor?" I asked. "He expects to sleep in our bed with me," she replied.
"You're kidding me right!" I shouted. I thought my veins would pop. "I am sure you happily agreed to this arrangement. Well, I'm sorry but I am not going to allow it." "He put it plainly that if my mother doesn't
receive the proper medication, she would not recover. He expects full cooperation from you and me," my wife
replied. "So while you fornicate, I sleep on the couch outside. Is that the arrangement he planned?"
I questioned. Morning had turned in afternoon. "Not exactly. He expects you to be in the bedroom and watch," replied my wife.
(TO BE CONTINUED)
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