Adultery UNFAITHFUL MOTHERS AND HOUSEWIFES by stranger_women

[Ramesh_Rocky]

DIARY OF A LOSER

PART18


I definitely knew this story was going to be interesting now. All this time, I had wondered and fantasized about what had happened between my wife and my boss, on the day of the party. I couldn't have imagined a better scenario in my wildest dreams!

I knew I should have been pissed off with both Monisha and Ravi yet I felt the words she said painted images I had never before stopped myself from visualizing. The tent forming in my pants was a testament to this.

I had moved to the room bar to fetch myself a Scotch, but I opted for coffee instead. When I came back, I sat on the sofa. "Monisha? Look at me. What happened there in the car?" I asked her. I realized the words were coming out a bit louder than I intended. She flinched slightly at my voice.

Monisha started to speak then stopped. She tried again. Monisha found her voice this time. "Rajiv, I am so, so sorry. You know I completely love you, and I want you to know how I felt that day. I am going to be honest with you as I tell you everything that happened.”

As I listened, I was too stunned to think straight. "Okay, tell me, where did you go with him?" I demanded.

Monisha stared at me for a moment; then she continued. “Once I was in the car alone with Ravi, my mind raced wildly. I was nervous and the first few minutes of conversation were very awkward. He started off, without much being said yet both could feel the tension that was between us. It was scary and exciting. Then Ravi said ‘If I were your husband, there's no way I'd let you alone with another man.’ ‘Well, you're not my husband,’ I told him. I knew I was exposing myself to tremendous risk by playing into his game and yet I couldn't help it. ‘You are lovely, Monisha’ he said softly. ‘You are handsome too,’ I surprised myself saying. My cheeks burned in shame. I could lose everything, just to satisfy, what? I wondered why I was here. Soon, I could barely breathe, the sexual tension was so thick. Inevitable, was the only word to describe the outcome. ‘Would it ruin our friendship if I kissed you?’ he said. He didn't let me answer, telling me to think about it. I had been thinking about it! “

"So, did he go ahead and kiss you then?" I said, clearing my throat louder than I meant to.

Monisha took a deep breath. She appeared to be bracing herself for something. “Yes, he did. I did not realize he had taken another route and had stopped the car on the side of the road. Without asking for approval, Ravi he took my face in his hands and kissed my lips ever so gently I thought I'd melt. Rather than pull back, I let him kiss me. I was so startled, like a teenager who had been kissed for the first time on her first date. My heart was racing and I found myself drifting further off into the moment. When he stopped, I longed for him to kiss me again, to leave me breathless and light-headed. After a pause he again kissed me, this time fiercely, almost savagely. I found myself responding in the same way. One of his hands was locked in my head, holding my head back. The other hand gripped my body tightly. The thought flitted across my mind that I must stop the madness now. But intense, irresistible desire surged through my body and I clutched him as if I was drowning.”

What Monisha had just told me, was astonishing. I waited to see if Monisha wanted to say anything more but she didn't. I was unsure of what else to say, but seriously hoped Monisha would continue telling her story, and not leave out a single detail.

"Monisha, whatever you say from now on will never change how I feel about you. I love you and always will. But please tell me if this is what all happened between you that day? I need to know.” I said.

Monisha looked away from me. Her head dropped and she stared at the floor for a moment. Finally she calmed down and took a sniff, and a deep breath then let it out. “No,” she replied. “At that point, Ravi said something, ‘Why don’t we step outside for some fresh air?’ Overcome by the intoxication of my passion, I said, with a tone of desperation in my voice, "Let's go."

For a moment I was stunned by what she had said. "Rajiv, believe me at the time it seemed the most natural thing in the world to do.”

Even as I listened to Monisha, I was aware of the lustful thoughts racing through my mind. I no longer recognized the old Monisha: the one who used to make love with a deliberate quiet reserve: the pretty, honorable wife who used to lay nearly motionless, not wanting to appear too eager as I thrust inside her.
Listening to her, I realized that she had turned into a woman intent on satisfying her physical urge, no matter how deceitful. Yet I found myself squirming as I listened to her story and could feel my erection throbbing! I had the craziest desire to sneak my hand and stroke myself.

“Ravi immediately grabbed my hand and began to lead me outside. I followed him to a somewhat secluded area off of the beaten path behind a large clump of shrubs and trees, some way out of the road where we were unlikely to be seen. I couldn't exactly explain why I followed him. My heart was beating fast in my eagerness; my body ached with need. I inhaled deeply, trying to hang on to sanity. I stood there, trembling, eager to find out what was going to happen next. He smiled slightly and pressed me against a tree. I stiffened, knowing his intentions, but it was to no avail. My heart raced and my legs became wobbly as I realized this was the moment of truth. ‘He certainly knows how to take charge of a situation,’ I said to myself as he held me to him.

"Yeah, Ravi really knows what he wants," I said, even as I felt my arousal increase. I looked over at my wife and saw that she was blushing profusely as she looked back at me and continued the story.

“At first I just felt the cool touch of his lips against my throat and I closed my eyes, feeling the now familiar pleasure his kiss brought to me. I could not breathe as I felt myself slowly drifting away. He continued to kiss my throat. I shivered in anticipation of the promises borne in his kiss. I tilted my head back in silent need as his mouth moved to my breast through the material of my dress, kissing both of them, taking turns between them. My back arched of its own accord and a moan escaped my lips. My body trembled with need, my veins making me ache with desire and wanting.”

“His arm encircled my waist, pulling me closer to him. His tenderness made me feel so secure and made me feel as though he was kissing me with his heart. Our passion was mounting and I literally throbbed for him. It felt as if my heart was beating between my legs along with a passionate burning urgency. I moaned and writhed with pleasure under his kisses and caresses. I could feel his equal excitement as his evident hardness pressed against my thigh.”

After a small pause, Monisha continued her story. “I am not entirely sure exactly what happened that day, as parts of it are a bit hazy. I remember Ravi kneeling down in front of me and removing my shoes, unbuckling the thin straps and sliding them slowly off my feet. He took one foot and bringing it up to his mouth. His lips caressed me all the way up my leg, stopping just to start with the other foot. I could barely stand what he was doing, and his name escaped my lips, a low whisper. As he made his way up my left leg, he conveniently brought one leg down so that my legs were on either side of his shoulders. I moaned loudly as his lips met with my soft inner thigh. His tongue slid in between me causing me to wriggle with delight.”

“His lips pulled at the soft folds of my skin. I was paralyzed by shock as his tongue began to probe in the crevices and then, as he parted my lips with his fingers, to thrust deep inside me. Finally his relentless tongue found a tiny, sensitive place, so sensitive that his touch was almost painful at first. I forgot my shock as I was overwhelmed by the most piercing sensation I had ever experienced. Unable to restrain myself, I moved my hips up and down, faster and faster, rubbing my slippery flesh over his mouth, his chin, his nose, his forehead, totally absorbed in my own pleasure. It built and built, feeding on itself, until I felt utterly possessed by joy and opened my mouth to scream, at which point he clapped his hand over my face. But I screamed in my throat as the climax went on and on, ending in something that felt like an explosion and left my so drained that I thought I would never, never be able to get up.”

I listened to her quietly with a curious lack of anger. I didn't know what to say. My attention was now on the bulge in my pants. My cock was tucked to the left and most of the way erect, but was restrained. I let my hand trail its way down my body, and through the fabric I shifted my penis so that it was now pointing straight up, but still restrained. I stroked up the shaft a few times, and felt myself get harder. I was pretty sure that my wife would not notice if I gently stroked my hand across my throbbing cock through my pants.
"Just keep talking," I said. I was listening to my wife who always wanted sex to be associated with love, relate to me about how she was ravaged by a passionate man who was not her husband. And though these thoughts sickened me, they also drove me mad with lust. I craved release, more than anything I'd ever experienced.

There is a pause and I wondered if Monisha has left me. After a small hesitation, she went on. “My mind seemed to go blank for a while. I knew vaguely that he still lay between my legs. I sighed. ‘I didn't realize it could be like that. It was lovely.’ My legs had turned to rubber and I slowly slid to the ground twisting to the side onto my back while Ravi wasted no time in pulling my panties completely off. As I spread my legs open, I reached to unzip his pants and take out his cock. I gasped once I felt it in my hand. Latika was right, he's really big, I thought with a start.”

This information took me by surprise. "So she already knew that he was well endowed. Why did she ask me during our fantasy games?" I thought to myself, but did not voice out, fearing to interrupt my wife.

Monisha continued her story. “’Quickly,’ I said, ‘quickly.’ Without hesitation, Ravi guided the head of his cock inside me. I held him tightly, and wiggled against him, encouraging him to take me while I leaned against the tree. And then I felt it, the gentle yet insistent opening: the exquisite moment of delicious penetration. I could sense the sheer size of the cock moving inside. And as he continued to move forward, I moaned my approval to him.”

Monisha was looking at me as she talked, “Ravi entered me slowly, perhaps even deliberately, increasing my need with every maddening inch. Finally, he hit bottom. I realized it was different from you. I never imagined a cock could stretch me this way. He must be massively endowed to create such delicious pressure inside me.”

Monisha paused for a moment and looked at me. All I could do was to stare at Monisha.
Even in these moments, I could see that Monisha was a very attractive woman. Her lovely features and slender body always got her a lot of attention from men. I had been proud of the way Monisha had brushed off these attentions. All her life she had been given the lustful look, but wanted the respectful thought. Responding coolly and politely with firmness, she had rejected every advance. She casually accepted the overtures, and just as casually ignored them, remaining serene and poised, even with those who made persistent advances towards her. Monisha wanted respect from men, not lust. “Ravi began to move. He slowly withdrew, taking his time to accustom me to his size, and once withdrawn, he began to push inside again. His thrusts increased in depth and intensity, pushing to the limit of my endurance. It was almost too much to take. But I needed it. I needed Ravi.”


“I tried to prepare myself for the impending orgasm, but the sheer force of Ravi's violent moves frightened me. And finally, it was upon me. My body shook as the contractions began to course through me. The muscles in my thighs betrayed me as we convulsed in hard jerks of pleasure. Ravi held me firmly by the hips, steadying my weakened body for the continuing onslaught. As my orgasm subsided, I began to wonder if he would ever relent.”

I took a deep breath, closed my eyes, and started to think of the sex between them, the feel of her clit rubbing against the top of his shaft. I rhythmically moved my hand up and down the shaft slowly, slowly. I began to breathe faster and harder, my reactions getting more and more out of my control.

“And as I tightened around him, I heard Ravi cry out, and with a last hard thrust, I felt him unload deep inside me. His cock pulsed and jumped, before softening to the point my continuing contractions forced it. This was how lovemaking could really be like, the wild, abandoned feeling of two people giving each other so much pleasure that at times it felt almost unbearable in its intensity.”

I could feel the condescending tone in her voice that came as a complaint to my own lovemaking skills. But I was speechless.
I thought she'd finished there, but I was wrong. Monisha continued her narration. “It took us a long time to catch our breath. I lay still, eyes closed, stroking the hair at the back of his neck, enjoying the rough tickling sensation on my hands. I did not feel the least bit guilty, just content and satisfied. Ravi raised himself on an elbow. On the cleft of my breast there was a bead of perspiration and gently he ran his hands over it and then over my breasts. ‘You are beautiful’ he said, kissing them, kissing me. ‘It's not very ladylike,’ I said, ‘but I want to say thank you.’ He reached out to touch my cheek, and smiled. ‘You're very ladylike.’ After kissing me for a few more moments, ‘What would you like to do now?’ he asked. I looked at him, my eyes wide and told him ‘I want to be with you, Ravi.’”

It took a moment for my brain to start working again and process what Monisha was saying. "Were... were you really prepared to leave the Desai party …leave me, leave everything…. and run away with him?" I stammered.

I felt like I had been punched in the stomach. It seemed to me that Monisha was determined not to feel sorry for anything. "So you don’t feel guilty for what happened?” I asked her.

“No, Rajiv, at that time I did not. I felt desired, desirable and glad to be alive. And grateful to Ravi for showing me how lovemaking could be. Ravi knew more about my body than I did. His own body is very beautiful. Perfect. Just a few minutes with Ravi had been enough to arouse curiosities in me. What else could I experience about sex? What else could it be like? "

When I looked at Monisha I saw no sign of embarrassment on her part. I did not know what to make of the whole experience. “Why are you just confessing this now?" I insisted, relieved that my brain had started working again.

I saw Monisha's body stiffen and she hesitated a minute before she said, "That day when Ravi and I made love, it was so intense we lost track of time. Afterwards we settled into a post-coital embrace, but our tranquility did not last long. It started getting late and for the first time panic began to grow in my mind. Ravi urged me to phone you and give some excuse for not coming to the Desai party. But I would not hear of it. Quickly, my fear became all-consuming. I had to get back to you. My mind was too full of what I should do when I got home. Later when we returned to the car and drove to the Desai party, I felt very confused and nearly broke into tears when I saw how troubled you were inside the house.”

I gave her a look like I thought she was crazy. "Why that? You just said you could fall in love with Ravi, run off with him and marry him." I asked.

“Yes, at that time I was thinking only of myself. I didn't feel I was doing any wrong to you. The moment I saw you, I saw myself as I really was: I had just been an adulterous wife. I was no longer pure, no longer virtuous. I was an adulterer, a betrayer of my husband's trust.”

I tried to think of a response to what she told me but nothing came to mind. Women indeed were difficult to understand I thought.

"Rajiv, I know you may not believe me but I am truly sorry for what I did and have been so ever since it happened,” she said.

"But you should have told me then. You have kept this terrible secret from me for so long."

"I was trying to protect you from the pain I knew you would feel. I knew it would hurt you. All the while you were telling me how bad you felt when you did not see me at the party, and I kept replaying the day's events in my mind as we went home where I immediately undressed, washed myself thoroughly, then got into bed. I spent the night in bed trying to understand what had happened. I was overcome with terrible pains of guilt and regret as I considered how complete my betrayal had been.”

After this confession, Monisha didn't say anything so I knew it was up to me. “Did you two talk about it after that?” I said.

“I was determined to try every way I can to make it up to you but I didn't know how to erase what I did. Not only had I cheated on you, I'd done it with a man who was your own boss at work. The man would laugh silently at you, thinking you a fool for not knowing how deceitful your wife actually was. For some odd reason, I had trusted Ravi, but I now saw him as a man who would no doubt brag of his conquest to your friends and colleagues, laughing as he related details of the wife that couldn't get enough with her husband.” For a moment Monisha looked like she might start crying.

“You did not answer my question. Did you two talk about it after that?” I asked.

Monisha's face flushed red. "You promise not to get angry?"

"How can I promise that when I have no idea what you are going to say?" I said as calmly as possible.

“The following day, when you left for work, I phoned Ravi to try to repair the damage. He suggested I drop in at the office, I refused. I wasn't ready to face him again. I knew what he had in mind."

"Why the hell would he want to meet you at the office?" I almost yelled.

“He said you would be out of office the whole day. You were doing the formalities for your trip to Mumbai. Ravi had sent you there because he wanted time alone with me.”

"Yes. I remember that trip, it was at short notice." I answered quickly. It was on that trip that I met with my friend Kushal at the airport and he told me how about the sexual tryst that took place between his wife Sanjana and Ravi. It was also at that time that for the first time I jerked off to the fantasy of Ravi doing Monisha and got me to take the steps to humbly step aside and allow Ravi to have his way with my lovely wife. This was unbelievable. Never in my wildest dreams could I ever imagine that by that time Ravi had already fucked my wife a first time and was by then sending me away to Mumbai so he could get into her panties again.

"Later in the evening, I wanted to tell you about that, I found myself deciding not to. I did not want to place you in an embarrassing position with your boss."

I was now feeling so many conflicting emotions. I had not once suspected Monisha was having an affair with Ravi. I wonder how I would have felt then to see Ravi touch Monisha intimately; a quick caress of her knee or a mischievous smile followed by a brief grope of her breasts. Was this fantasy crashing out of control? This was a new twist, something I never anticipated.
(To Be Continued)