Adultery Indian Wife Gone Bad by aurelius1982-COMPLETED

[Ramesh_Rocky]

"WHAT??" she yelled angrily, "I am giving erotic descriptions to turn you on? You are the one asking me detailed questions, Arun. What was I doing, what was I wearing, where was he standing.....how was his dick? Why don't you admit that you are the one who wants to get turned on? You are the one who loves the idea of my being used and abused by a dirty old man? Admit it, Arun, just admit it. I have lied to you, but you are lying to yourself."

Her outburst surprised me. And angered me.

"How dare you turn this around on me?" I said.

"I am turning it around on anything, Arun. I am just saying, every time you ask me about it, you want answers in details, like from some erotic story. And every time, you get turned on and we have sex. And you are not willing to admit that it turns you on? That you are ......" she trailed off.

"That I am what?" I asked.

"That you are...happy to be a cuckold? Turned on by being a cuckold?" she said glaring at me.

"Bullshit!" I shouted a little too emphatically, possibly to cover hide my self-doubt with anger. "Stop manipulating me, Shilpa. Every time you start this type of a mind game, I get convinced you are hiding more than you are revealing."

She just sat there, still glaring.

"OK, let me ask you some straight questions. You said you had sex with Shambhu too."

She nodded.

"How many times?"

"How many days or how many times?" she countered, with an evil grin.

"Tell me both." I said.

"Actual sex or other stuff too..... like oral?" she asked again.

"Tell me all." I said.

"See, you are the one who wants details. Isn't it enough to know that Shambhu had his way with me? How does it help you to know how many times? Unless you want to get titillated again."

She had a point there. So I asked another question,

"Did you have sex on our bed?"

"Yes." was her curt reply.

"Where else in the house, apart from the couch?" I asked.

"The kitchen table, the living room desk, the living room floor, the studio floor, the studio chair, the guest room, the corridor and......the roof." she answered.

"The roof? In broad daylight?" I asked surprised. Our house is single-storeyed, and the roof is visible from the a lot of houses and buildings nearby.

"Yes, in broad daylight." she said.

"With whom?" I asked.

"On the roof? With Gurmeet." she answered.

"Who is Gurmeet?"

"Our postman."

"What??? You have been fucking our postman?"

"Yes."

"How did it start?"

"There you go again. Details, details." she smiled, clearly enjoying this.

"Don't tell me the whole story. Just tell me in short how it first happened." I said.

"I was in the living room, getting finger-fucked by Balram while I sucked Shambhu, and that's when the doorbell rang. Balram had still not fucked me till then. He said that if I wanted to get fucked by him, I should open the door naked. I did. It was Gurmeet the postman with a registered letter. While I was signing, Balram told him to come inside and wait. And then.... he asked me to give Gurmeet a blowjob. And eventually it led to sex. That's the whole thing in short." she said.

"But doesn't he come around every day even now?" I asked.

"Yes. But before you ask, I don't sleep with him any more." she answered.

I paused for a second. There were so many questions jostling in my mind, but then my mind went back to the video clip and I asked,