27-04-2019, 02:37 PM
FOR THE BETTERMENT OF MY WIFE
LAST PART
Manju turned the door handle with unsteady hands and went out into the hall. She crept down the lobby to the guest room door, not looking at me knocked gently on the door. It was open a jar. She let herself in and I heard the surprise in my friend’s voice. But Manju did not leave the room. I crept over to lobby and then to guest room’s closed cracky window and knelt down to listen. They were just beyond it! I heard the two of them whispering back and forth for few minutes. Then…….. Suddenly all silence.
All that was audible was the rustling of bodies and sound of deep breathing. I could only imagine that they were hugging each other impatiently standing beside the bed and kissing. Perhaps slowly and gradually her pink saree was peeled off. A certain “UMMMM” sound from Manju followed by her deep breath made me understood that her blouse was taken off by my friend, and she reveled her womanly secrets to him. After a moment of silence again a faint sharp pained moan came from her…………" seeee....eee." One thing would be certain, Manju would be getting her nipples pinched by him. Her big black nipples, by which she used to feed our children ware surely hard and increased in size. Soon enough, the bed squeaked in jumble as they stepped in it. Manju let out a deep sigh and before long I was listening to her moans every few minutes. I knew she was being eaten between her thighs. For the first time in my life I felt the electric mix of shock, jealousy and humiliation but internally I was happy as I heard my wife's erotic faint cries. Yes…. this time I was successful. She was responding to the excitements of life again. I slowed the pace of my fingers over my glistening erection and waited. After about five minutes they moved around some more and in no time I heard my friend let out an "ahhhhh." Manju must have just enveloped his manhood with her fingers, perhaps taken his penis into her mouth. I had idea of friend's massive bulge, I pictured by the bulge that he had a large mushroom head. Then I felt a shiver as I remembered something he told me that once erect he constantly leaked fluid from his slit. I was wondering if Manju was soon going to be hit with his cream or she would relish its shape as it penetrated her. It was so erotic, I felt almost coming.
His moans began in earnest and I could only imagine my wife's breasts and hair flipping back and forth as she sucked him. Finally he let a sharp cry and presumably was busy ejaculating. She would never take it in mouth but was probably going to catch some in the face. I was ready to spill my seed but I knew I had to hold out. I waited for nearly twenty minutes before the second helping began. A warm humiliation came over me as I heard the first of the squeaking of the bed springs. I began to fondle myself and turn the humiliation of my wife's so called unfaithfulness for another man into arousal, even though I had allowed her. I could hear from the rhythmic creaking of the bed frame that she was being penetrated. From this point on he would know her intimate folds. Soon they came to ecstasy of wet friction and to climax with her muscles contracting around him. I wonder how I would have felt if I could have seen exactly what was happening.
"Oh YESSS!! Ahhh! AHHH!! " cried Manju as the bed began hitting the wall. Beds leg joints began squeaking furiously as she received his thrusts. Then they slowed and I heard vague whispers. I was constantly on the verge of shooting. There was some moving about again and slowly the beds squeaking started up their noisy refrain. But this time Manju’s vocalizations were much clearer. I tried to calm my heartbeat so I could hear with the utmost clarity. Then it occurred to me. She had gotten on all fours and was receiving him from behind with her face near the window! So, few moments before they were whispering just to discuss the styles of fucking that the will try next. What a sweetheart! Doggy style!..... My god…… we never tried this. How could she is so comfortable in that position?
"Oooohhh! slow ….sl..o w.....please! Mmmm. Ahhhhh. nehi!! " At her urging the fucking began to take slow pace. Then it increased again when she whispered something to him. The bed began hitting the wall hard and the leg joints sounded as if they were going to break. Manju was grunting in short bursts. I imagined that her breasts must be slapping back and forth as my friend pushed himself from back in and out, in and out, in and out, in and out, in and out. Then he began "Ohh. Ohh!" Manju responded " "mum…mum…mum…mmun….yeeee mum …! OH please!! n..na..oooo!! OH no!!!" She then let out a tremendous noise as she climaxed on his glistening, thrusting pole. Then my friend signaled his pleasure "Mmmmmmm. Yeahhhh! Mmmmmm! Oh, Mmmmmm!" as he was no doubt squirting a good quantity of semen into my wife. Manju let out a long sigh as her orgasm subsided, I too let out my pole, hardest in life, but it was only a few drops that hit the floor. I listened as the two of them silent.
In about ten minutes I heard some murmur and the guest room door opened. Manju crept down the hall, just few yards from me but not seeing me, I was electrified by the anticipation of what was to greet me. The knob turned and in she came, in crumpled half open pink sarees. Her upper body area was half naked, sweaty and glowing. Her hair was plastered to her face and there were a few mottled red patches around her neck, throat and breasts. Her chest was heaving with her heart beat. She was shaking slightly. I took her in my arms and inhaled the aroma of fresh fucked female. Our lips met and I could taste his cock. I put my hand to her groin where my fingers met with a shocking and humiliating slackness. Her thighs had a fresh glistening sticky leaking. I lay her on the bed holding her in my chest tightly. We slept together hugging each other tightly.
I slept for long and forgot the request of my friend to wake him early. When I was awake, I hard Manju’s voice from the dinning room. I went there. She was looking fresh and already serving breakfast to our guest. She must have showered in the morning and she hasn’t forgot to wake my friend early. They were laughing about something. I did not disturb them. My friend found one rented apartment near our house and in the next week he moved to that apartment.
After that incident she slowly started becoming normal. Her frustration was decreasing day by day and she was showing interest in different aspects of life again. Her weight loss stopped dramatically and she started purchasing cosmetics, jewelry and sarees like old days. But I was not ready to send my wife again to him in any way because my mission was fulfilled and she was responding properly like old days. We desperately needed a break and we got it. My friend used to come to our house in week days and some times we all used to go to watch movies and have dinner in restaurants afterwards.
Two months after that incident one day I was trying to find her ringing cell phone from her hand bag while she was in the bathroom. While searching her hand bag I found a small packet of half used birth control pills. I was surprised at first because after the birth of our second child I had already done vasectomy. I did not told her anything about my discovery because firstly I knew very well that she still loves me very much. And secondarily I do not have any problem if my friend fucks her in my absence and this raw sex between them helps my wife to stay happy, contained and satisfied.
(FINISH)
LAST PART
Manju turned the door handle with unsteady hands and went out into the hall. She crept down the lobby to the guest room door, not looking at me knocked gently on the door. It was open a jar. She let herself in and I heard the surprise in my friend’s voice. But Manju did not leave the room. I crept over to lobby and then to guest room’s closed cracky window and knelt down to listen. They were just beyond it! I heard the two of them whispering back and forth for few minutes. Then…….. Suddenly all silence.
All that was audible was the rustling of bodies and sound of deep breathing. I could only imagine that they were hugging each other impatiently standing beside the bed and kissing. Perhaps slowly and gradually her pink saree was peeled off. A certain “UMMMM” sound from Manju followed by her deep breath made me understood that her blouse was taken off by my friend, and she reveled her womanly secrets to him. After a moment of silence again a faint sharp pained moan came from her…………" seeee....eee." One thing would be certain, Manju would be getting her nipples pinched by him. Her big black nipples, by which she used to feed our children ware surely hard and increased in size. Soon enough, the bed squeaked in jumble as they stepped in it. Manju let out a deep sigh and before long I was listening to her moans every few minutes. I knew she was being eaten between her thighs. For the first time in my life I felt the electric mix of shock, jealousy and humiliation but internally I was happy as I heard my wife's erotic faint cries. Yes…. this time I was successful. She was responding to the excitements of life again. I slowed the pace of my fingers over my glistening erection and waited. After about five minutes they moved around some more and in no time I heard my friend let out an "ahhhhh." Manju must have just enveloped his manhood with her fingers, perhaps taken his penis into her mouth. I had idea of friend's massive bulge, I pictured by the bulge that he had a large mushroom head. Then I felt a shiver as I remembered something he told me that once erect he constantly leaked fluid from his slit. I was wondering if Manju was soon going to be hit with his cream or she would relish its shape as it penetrated her. It was so erotic, I felt almost coming.
His moans began in earnest and I could only imagine my wife's breasts and hair flipping back and forth as she sucked him. Finally he let a sharp cry and presumably was busy ejaculating. She would never take it in mouth but was probably going to catch some in the face. I was ready to spill my seed but I knew I had to hold out. I waited for nearly twenty minutes before the second helping began. A warm humiliation came over me as I heard the first of the squeaking of the bed springs. I began to fondle myself and turn the humiliation of my wife's so called unfaithfulness for another man into arousal, even though I had allowed her. I could hear from the rhythmic creaking of the bed frame that she was being penetrated. From this point on he would know her intimate folds. Soon they came to ecstasy of wet friction and to climax with her muscles contracting around him. I wonder how I would have felt if I could have seen exactly what was happening.
"Oh YESSS!! Ahhh! AHHH!! " cried Manju as the bed began hitting the wall. Beds leg joints began squeaking furiously as she received his thrusts. Then they slowed and I heard vague whispers. I was constantly on the verge of shooting. There was some moving about again and slowly the beds squeaking started up their noisy refrain. But this time Manju’s vocalizations were much clearer. I tried to calm my heartbeat so I could hear with the utmost clarity. Then it occurred to me. She had gotten on all fours and was receiving him from behind with her face near the window! So, few moments before they were whispering just to discuss the styles of fucking that the will try next. What a sweetheart! Doggy style!..... My god…… we never tried this. How could she is so comfortable in that position?
"Oooohhh! slow ….sl..o w.....please! Mmmm. Ahhhhh. nehi!! " At her urging the fucking began to take slow pace. Then it increased again when she whispered something to him. The bed began hitting the wall hard and the leg joints sounded as if they were going to break. Manju was grunting in short bursts. I imagined that her breasts must be slapping back and forth as my friend pushed himself from back in and out, in and out, in and out, in and out, in and out. Then he began "Ohh. Ohh!" Manju responded " "mum…mum…mum…mmun….yeeee mum …! OH please!! n..na..oooo!! OH no!!!" She then let out a tremendous noise as she climaxed on his glistening, thrusting pole. Then my friend signaled his pleasure "Mmmmmmm. Yeahhhh! Mmmmmm! Oh, Mmmmmm!" as he was no doubt squirting a good quantity of semen into my wife. Manju let out a long sigh as her orgasm subsided, I too let out my pole, hardest in life, but it was only a few drops that hit the floor. I listened as the two of them silent.
In about ten minutes I heard some murmur and the guest room door opened. Manju crept down the hall, just few yards from me but not seeing me, I was electrified by the anticipation of what was to greet me. The knob turned and in she came, in crumpled half open pink sarees. Her upper body area was half naked, sweaty and glowing. Her hair was plastered to her face and there were a few mottled red patches around her neck, throat and breasts. Her chest was heaving with her heart beat. She was shaking slightly. I took her in my arms and inhaled the aroma of fresh fucked female. Our lips met and I could taste his cock. I put my hand to her groin where my fingers met with a shocking and humiliating slackness. Her thighs had a fresh glistening sticky leaking. I lay her on the bed holding her in my chest tightly. We slept together hugging each other tightly.
I slept for long and forgot the request of my friend to wake him early. When I was awake, I hard Manju’s voice from the dinning room. I went there. She was looking fresh and already serving breakfast to our guest. She must have showered in the morning and she hasn’t forgot to wake my friend early. They were laughing about something. I did not disturb them. My friend found one rented apartment near our house and in the next week he moved to that apartment.
After that incident she slowly started becoming normal. Her frustration was decreasing day by day and she was showing interest in different aspects of life again. Her weight loss stopped dramatically and she started purchasing cosmetics, jewelry and sarees like old days. But I was not ready to send my wife again to him in any way because my mission was fulfilled and she was responding properly like old days. We desperately needed a break and we got it. My friend used to come to our house in week days and some times we all used to go to watch movies and have dinner in restaurants afterwards.
Two months after that incident one day I was trying to find her ringing cell phone from her hand bag while she was in the bathroom. While searching her hand bag I found a small packet of half used birth control pills. I was surprised at first because after the birth of our second child I had already done vasectomy. I did not told her anything about my discovery because firstly I knew very well that she still loves me very much. And secondarily I do not have any problem if my friend fucks her in my absence and this raw sex between them helps my wife to stay happy, contained and satisfied.
(FINISH)
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