Adultery UNFAITHFUL MOTHERS AND HOUSEWIFES by stranger_women

[Ramesh_Rocky]

DIARY OF A LOSER

PART12



I woke up at daybreak the next morning because of an early appointment. I showered and was drying off as I walked into the bedroom. I smiled when I saw the recent pictures of Monisha on top of the dresser that were taken a month ago for our anniversary party.

I picked up the stack of photos and started looking through them. I always had a hard time taking my eyes off her, she was so pretty. Her appearance had barely changed since I had first met her. She still wore her hair just past her shoulders, and took care of her body. I put the photos down and opened the top drawer of her dresser and picked up a black bra and sniffed the aroma of her favorite perfume.

Monisha was still fast asleep. I loved her long slim legs that seemed to go on forever and ever. Her sexy ankles and lovely feet always drove me crazy. Monisha hated it when I tried to play around and kiss her feet and ankles but it turned me on.

That day at work, I found myself daydreaming, thinking about my wife with Ravi. It made me hard and I went into the bathroom to masturbate, and afterwards felt guilty knowing I might have trouble, but I couldn't resist.

However much I tried to separate fantasy from reality, I discovered that Monisha's and my fantasy-filled conversations turned me on; and the various possibilities entering my mind were erotic in the extreme.

But what was the thrill? After all, it wasn't a case of me getting excited over a new relationship with another woman. So why was I getting excited over a scenario in which Monisha might be seduced by another man who was my own boss?

I couldn't get my mind off Monisha and Ravi. I masturbated more than once fantasizing about them, and the next time Monisha and I made love, I came thinking of Ravi doing her.

With this new turn of events, Monisha and I found ourselves often discussing about Ravi and during our conversation she asked occasional questions about him.

“You certainly ask a lot of questions about him,” I told her once.
"No, of course, I don't ...."
“You fancy Ravi or something darling?”
“Come on…”
"He's quite good looking, isn't he? “
“Yeah, you could say that..”
“But then again, I suppose looks aren't everything, are they?”
“Why, what do you mean?”
"There is something I heard about him," I added after a moment.
"What did you hear?"
"It was something about Ravi."
"Yes," she prodded.
"Well," I tried to sound flippant and off-hand but really didn't succeed. "They sort-of said, well, they basically said he was .... "
"And?"
"He has got a big cock."

She was completely taken aback by the lewd directness just as I was more than a little surprised to experience a sudden thrill.

“And is that true?” she asked.

I was not expecting that comment and threw away a reactive answer that came out perhaps more sharply than I had intended.

"How the fuck should I know?"

Her face turned red. "I just thought you might know," she said.
"How should I know?" I refused to divulge anything.
"I mean sometimes guys talk about that sort of thing?"

There was an uneasy silence and I found myself trembling with sudden excited anticipation. Truth was, I had heard about it. But I wasn't about to tell Monisha.

"Do you think I go around looking at other guy's dicks while in the boardroom?" I asked.

"Never mind then," she said, appearing annoyed.

"I'm sorry," I apologized. For what reason, I didn't know! That happened a lot, I noticed. I often found myself apologizing for things I didn't understand.

Although I'd not actually seen Ravi's cock, I suspected it was pretty much larger than average. But I wasn't about to tell Monisha that. But I couldn't help noticing an air of sexual anticipation creeping in talking about another guy like that with my wife. I was intrigued to see how far she'd go with this new found interest and teased her.

"I don't reckon you want to know so much about his performance at work as the size of his cock! You really are quite a naughty little girl, aren't you?"

"No, not at all" she responded a little too quickly. After another brief silence while she gauged my reaction she added, "Although, thinking about it… yeah, it is quite a nice thought I suppose."

"Well darling, as I said before, I've never seen it. Sorry to disappoint you but I'll enquire if you like. Perhaps you'd like me to ask him 'Please Ravi, can Monisha have a photo of your cock? She wants to know how big it is'. How would that do?"

She realized I was teasing. There was a sudden air of anticipation between us and a further silence ensued. But her imagination was at an end on the particular topic of Ravi's unknown penile dimensions; and she refused to answer any more of my questions. Yet the seeds of fantasy had now been sown in my mind and I found them exciting.

I occasionally visualized the look on Monisha's face when she first discovered what he had to offer and it would make me unbelievably horny. Presumably there was no smoke without fire and he must have been fairly well endowed, or the others wouldn't have talked about it. Out of wickedness I even made up a story and told her that I'd been holding out on her and that yes, I had actually seen it. Yes, it was the most super cock ever, it was bloody big and she'd love it too. She knew I was fooling yet she appeared sufficiently interested in the game to play along, saying things like, "God darling, really? Is it honestly that big?"

Sometimes she'd whisper suggestions in my ear. The thoughts went on and it didn't take long for my wife to discover just how much she could excite me by talking about it. During such games she would frequently ask whether I would really mind if she did try to have it off with him, as if confirming that it really might be on the cards.

Things at work were progressing fast, in two and a half weeks we had finished most of the project. All of the other project managers had collaborated so I told them we should plan a get together after we close out the project.

On Wednesday we went out to a local joint for an inexpensive lunch with five of the guys. Some time during lunch, one of the guys, Amit, asked about the girls. It took me a minute to realize he was talking about Ritikha.

It's no secret that sometimes there happens to be discrete affairs between members of staff. But Amit wasn't the discrete type.

"I heard Ravi is nailing that little bombshell," Amit said. "They said the two are staying after work every night, fucking their brains out."

"How does she do it? She acts like the faithful wife. Won't look at another man, she says."

"Another cock tease wife, maybe," Amit said.

"Maybe her mouth says she's married. But her body doesn't know it. “

I did not quite like the turn the conversation was taking. I knew I needed to have a serious talk with Ritikha. As a matter of fact, I helped Ritikha get a job in our office at FutureMedia.

Looking back on it now, I have to say that I only have myself to blame. Ritikha called me and asked if there were any secretarial jobs open in the place where I worked. As it happened, there was an opening. I offered to set up an appointment for her. I put in a good word for her at the office.

She and I got together a few times after that. Our relationship remained entirely platonic, she side-stepped everything that could be remotely sexual relationship. She mentioned a few times that she was determined to be faithful to her husband.

“My husband gets jealous every time another man looks at me."

I now remember that after she'd been at work a couple of weeks, we got together for a drink. That day she looked worried. "Do you hear any rumors about me at the office?" she asked.

"No, not at all," I said. "I mean, a couple of guys talking about what a looker you are, that sort of thing."

"Well, you've got a horny bunch of guys up there. Not a day passes that I don't get hit on. And apparently some of the girls have been getting jealous. One of them has been saying I've been fooling around. You should know that I don't fool around. I just won't cheat on my husband, you know that. So don't believe any rumors you might hear. They're just jealousy - female envy or maybe male bragging. Maybe they don't believe a woman can be faithful, I don't know."

The next time we talked, I asked Ritikha if she had met Ravi. "That creep!" she said. "He thinks he's God's gift to women. I can't stand him."

That was then. But, now more than ever, it seemed that Ravi could get any woman he wanted, married or single, it didn't seem to make any difference. Whatever he had, it worked like magic on women.

At 5:30 in the afternoon, I was getting ready to go home and proposed to drop Ritikha to her place. I just drove grimly in silence until on a B road, I pulled into a deserted lay-by and stopped. Ritikha had not spoken a word since I pulled her from the house but now, without looking at me she said quietly, "You know, don't you?"

"Why?"

"I don't know," she said turning to look at me with helpless eyes.

"Do you want to tell me about it?"

"Right from when I first met Ravi, it was very easy to see why he was so successful with women but I thought he was not my type. There was never anything between us except when for the first time I got the feeling that he was building up to make a pass at me. For those few weeks I got very agitated whenever I was in his company but I convinced myself that I had imagined it. But at last year’s annual office party when we kissed. I knew I had been waiting for that to happen. When he let me go, I hurried to the ladies room. I was shaking and unsteady on my feet. I gripped the counter and took deep breaths to try to calm myself. My entire body was tingling, on fire. I felt a mix of emotions. I was angry, embarrassed, outraged, and humiliated, all at the same time."

"I was also aroused. Ravi oozed confidence and charisma. I wasn't used to that. My husband is loving and sweet. But he isn't a man's man like Ravi. I scorned myself for thinking that. I felt I was betraying my husband."

"After that I was scared of being alone with Ravi ever again. If he came into a room where I was by myself, I immediately got up and left and I used to find something to do.”

I listened at her, unsure whether I should feel sympathy or anger or plain indifference.

Ritikha just wanted to talk it out, “For the last few weeks although everything seemed to be the same on the surface, there has been this undercurrent - I didn't know if Ravi was aware of it too or whether the whole thing was in my mind. Three weeks ago I was helping with the paper work when I got to fetch some papers from the boardroom. As soon as I set off I knew that I had done a stupid thing. All the way down I was on edge, always looking behind, intending to hide if I saw him coming. Coming back was even worse because at any minute I expected him to step out in front of me. When I got back to the office I was trembling all over. It was all so crazy because Ravi was not even around."

Ritikha shook her head ruefully. "After that I had a stern word with myself."

"Why didn't you mention it me? I could have protected you from him." I finally said.

"How could I? Imagine how you would have reacted if I had told you about the effect he had on me. I thought that I could handle it myself. That is when I was really lost. There was the temptation of having him in the office and the opportunity of being with him. At that point, I believed it was for only one time. I thought, "Just once, to see how it would feel, only one fabulous dream. Since then I've been cheating my husband every day. Did you know?"

I shook my head without saying anything. After a long pause Ritikha went on. "The girls around the office said Ravi was gorgeous, and they are right. But that's not why I was attracted to him, or at least not the only reason. The way Ravi put his hand on me, like he owned me. His take charge personality. The commanding way he spoke to me. For a moment, I allowed myself to imagine what it would be like in bed with me. Would he dominate me? Make me do things ..."

The thought made me shudder. For a moment I was lost in imagination to the erotic thought of Monisha impaled on Ravi, with her legs wrapped around his back. My imagination ran riot and I surprised myself at how immediately I was turned on; just the same as when Monisha and I fantasized together in bed.

Immediately after I had left Ritikha and was driving home, my mind once more wondered about the situation. But it was Monisha I kept thinking about. She had looked incredible in that dress the other night at Desai’s. Maybe in the years of our marriage I had forgotten how sexy and pretty my wife was.

"No need to worry," Ravi had said to me as he waved us away. "I'll keep your wife company."

I could almost hear Monisha telling me with trepidation in her voice.
"I need to tell you something… that night ... while we were going to the party, Ravi made a pass at me."

Monisha would then describe how Ravi had kissed and fondled her, how he groped her tits, and reached under her dress. I could vividly see Ravi's mouth covering Monisha's, and his hand under her skirt, his hand pushing against her thigh.

I vividly saw Monisha as she moaned and arched back, as Ravi reached her panties and was fingering her. She writhed as Ravi played with her. Her body tensed as she had an orgasm from Ravi's finger fucking, at the same time as I convulsed and shot my load.
(TO BE CONTINUED)