Adultery UNFAITHFUL MOTHERS AND HOUSEWIFES by stranger_women

[Ramesh_Rocky]

The afternoon went in a blur.

Home.

Some washing and ironing.

Pick up kids from after college club. Organize tea.

I remembered just in time to eat with them. The kids thought this was great and in a way so did I. Fun to play with them. Be normal.

Then it was a case of organizing supper for Deepti.

Kids to bath, read stories, bed.

I was conscious this could well my life for the next few years. Did I want this?

I loved those children. There were a lot of people who did not have this opportunity and I should make the most of it.

Easy supper for Deepti. Fresh roti, sabji, new potatoes, peas.

Deepti had called to say she would be in about 8pm and I had it all ready.

She was late and then I heard the crunch of tires on the drive. Sounded like two cars.

The door bell rang.

Fortunately just once so it did not wake the kids.

I had been wearing the nighty, but no way was I going to answer the door wearing that...took it off quickly and threw it down behind the kitchen door.

I opened up to find Deepti there.

Waving to someone who was driving away. A smile on her face.

As I opened the door she gave me a glance, and I saw a frown pass over her face.

I asked 'Forgotten your key?'

'What?'

'I said 'forgotten your key?''

Deepti's face was now darkening.

'Sunil.'

I felt worried...

The voice worried me more... It was not raised, but there was a hint of menace about it. I found myself getting hard as Deepti spoke.

'Sunil, I do not have to answer to you. I may or may not have forgotten my key, but if I or anyone else rings the bell you answer immediately. I also do not see you wearing your nighty. Why not?'

'I took it off before going to answer the door.' (I felt defiant, but but...)

Deepti by now had brushed past me down the hall into the kitchen.

'What's that?' Deepti was now pointing at the nighty which was lying behind the door.

'Well it's the nighty. I put it down there out of the way.'

Deepti looked at me steadily.

'Do you think that is the right way to treat your clothes?'

'No.'

'If you do something wrong what do you deserve?'

I knew what she wanted. I could see no way out. I was like a little boy in front of his Mummy

'Please Deepti, I'm really sorry. I'll hang it up next time.'

Her eyes flashed.

Another mistake. I tried again.

'I'll wear it next time to answer the door.'

A brief smile, but then the grey eyes were still flinty, and the lips were firmly pressed together.

'What do you deserve?'

I was almost dancing on the spot.

'Stand still and answer.'

I looked down. 'To be punished.'

'Good, now we are agreed, bend over that kitchen table.'

I looked in appeal however clearly there would be no acquittal, although I could try.. 'Please?'

'No. Over the table.'

As I went to bend over the table at the opposite end to where I had laid a place setting for supper for Deepti I glanced fearfully at her. Deepti had reached out and picked up a long handled wooden spoon which I had been using to stir the tomato sauce. Deepti saw me look in her direction.

'Yes. I think you need six wallops and I am going to give them to you with this, after I have washed to sauce

off. You just stay there and think about it.'

Deepti turned to the sink and started cleaning off the spoon under running water.

She started to chat to me..

'By the way how was your day?'

'So so.' I could hardly think straight... and here was Deepti having a mundane domestic conversation, while she cleaned up a wooden spoon.. to smack me. It was surreal... but ..

'I want to hear all about it after supper and you can hear about mine'.

The washing had stopped and now Deepti was drying it with a tea cloth. All very normal.. except we knew shortly it was going to used to 'wallop' me...

Deepti was approaching.

I felt trepidation and my bottom checks tensed. I was still sore from Sunday and I knew this would hurt.

I could see the rise and fall of Deepti's breasts. Her breathing was definitely quicker...

'Tell me something before I give you something to remember... are you hard?'

Deepti had said it such a matter of fact way that it hardly registered.

Then it did.

I was.

'Yes.'

'Good. Then not only will this hurt, so hopefully you will not forget what you need to do in future, but you

will enjoy it. Say thank you to Mummy for being so good to you.'

I was horrified, however what choice did I have?

'Thank you Mummy.'

'There's a good boy.' There was a lightness now in the voice Deepti was starting to relax. I wondered why...

I felt Deepti move round to my side.

Her left hand on the top of my back. The right holding the long handled spoon. Gently rubbing my bottom with it.

'Ready?'

I gulped.

'Be a brave boy. I am going to do them quickly so they do not take up too much time. You can say go...'

'Go'.

One, two, three, four, five, six.

Deepti smacked me as fast as she could. Hard.

It hurt, but not like the belt and I could just about take it.
'There you go, all done. You were a brave little boy. No crying out this time.'
My bottom still felt like it was on fire.

Deepti then suddenly cupped my balls in one of her hands and gave 2-3 quick squeezes.
I shouted with pain ‘AAAAAAAAAAAAAAA”
She moaned with pleasure “Ummmmmm” I like molesting those soft things.


I stood up at last. My bottom was too sore to touch.

'I'll just fresh up a little and come down while you serve up.'

Deepti handed me the spoon and went off.

I watched her go. Desire flooded me as I watched her legs and bottom sway away.

I put the nighty on again, served up, and when Deepti came down I was rewarded by a warm smile.

I held her chair for her. Bustled round to serve her meal, pour her a glass of cold drinks.

As I was going back to the sink to start washing up..

'Sunil.'

'Yes dear.'

'Why don't you sit while I eat. We can chat.

You can then clear up while I get sorted out for the morning..'

I got a glass and went to pour myself some cold drinks when a hand reached out and gently went on top of mine.

Holding it.

I looked at Deepti, who was smiling sardonically at me...

'Darling. Little, weeny boys do not drink this, do they?'

It was bitter sweet. So humiliating but for whatever reason so exciting to be spoken to like this.

'No.'

'I think you should have a large glass of milk.'

I said no more. Went back and swapped the glass for a glass beaker and poured the milk.

I sat down opposite Deepti and watched as she ate.

Very neat, like a cat. Precise and careful.

Occasionally she would glance up at me and when she did the corners of her mouth seemed to twitch a little. Finally she was finished and pushed her plate away. Took a sip of her drinks and leaned back...

'Sorry I was late.'

'No problem…. You don't have to apologies.'

'No I don't do I?' I almost could see Deepti mentally chastising herself... No need to apologies..I am in control.

'But I am sure the reason why will get you going...'

I raised an eyebrow and took a gulp of milk.

As I put the beaker down my wife leant over the table with her towel...

'Do let me wipe that white moustache away.. no need for my little boy to look like a man now is there..'

So degrading, but so exciting to be treated this way...

'Hold still now.'

I did. The towel wiped my mouth.

'There isn't that better now?'

'Yes.'

Deepti was grinning at me.

'I liked doing that to you.'

'I know. It's exciting for me also.'

We shared a moment together.

I saw the grey eyes change again. They could be so expressive at times, at others inscrutable.

'So are you going to ask...?'

I steeled myself...

'So why were you late?'

'Arjun took me out for quick coffee.'

'So that is who you were waving to when I opened the door.'

'Sure was.'

'Ugh.'

'I know you don't like him... but I do.'

I looked at Deepti.

'Live with it.'

I shrugged. Not much I could do about it.

'Just so long as he does not come here.'

Deepti was giggling.

'What's so funny?'

Deepti could hardly get the words out...

'That's so 'sweet', but not your choice...

Arjun said he would definitely 'cum' here when he was invited...

and I intend to invite him at some time and you will be very nice and look after him.'

I looked daggers at Deepti who noticed and her face changed.

'There is no choice. I decide.' Her voice was now very firm.

(I must be mad...My body ached, especially my stomach which seemed to yet again be in 'knots'. I was turned on again with the idea of Arjun, Deepti. Here in this house...I must be mad.)

Deepti was now studying me

'What about your day. Did you hand in your notice?'

'Yes.'

'Anyone say anything?'

Here it was. I really did not have any option, but to confess what had happened.

The discussion with Monica.

That she and her husband practice the same thing.

and That she had written something on my back.

Deepti was enthralled.

I realized also that she was finding some excitement in terms of the story and the predicament I had been in.

One of her hands was no longer on the table and I thought I knew where it had gone..

'So have you looked in a mirror?'

'No'

'Why not?'

I looked away and then back towards her.

'I was scared to see what it said.

I know she wrote quite a bit and I imagine it's not so easy to read, especially reversed.'

Deepti was quiet for a moment.

'I think you should go downstairs to your room. Strip down and wait for me.

I want to think about your discussion with Monica for a moment or two before I read what's she written on your back.

Off you go.'

As I went I could imagine Deepti was starting to play with herself. I was sure she was damp. I could almost smell her arousal; I clearly saw the excitement in her eyes when I talked about Monica and her husband Rajesh...

As I stripped off, looking down again, I could see my own hardness and knew that I was aroused as was Deepti..

What were we both becoming??

I sat down. Waited. Eventually, maybe ten minutes later Deepti appeared in the doorway wearing her knee length sleeping gown.

'Ready?'

I nodded. Wondering.

Deepti came in and grabbed my cock which was sticking up. Her hand grasped my erection firmly.

'Walkies.'

It hurt. I had no option but to get up and follow where Deepti pulled me...

'Time to take my little doggy down to our ground floor bedroom.'

A vision of being put in the dog cage down here suddenly entered my mind... being locked up...on my knees... looking up Deepti's nighty... seeing her loose breasts over her nighty.. her butt... I jerked.

Deepti felt it

'Why that jerk?'

I licked my lips did I want to tell the truth??

'Truth now.' (Was she a mind reader?)

I told her.

Deepti was staggered. She let go of my penis.

'Your serious?'

'No...well.. it's just when you said that what you did about being a little doggy I could not help myself.'

Deepti was slowing wrapping her fingers round my cock again...

'I am going to say something. If you jerk you do it.'

I tensed...

'So if I said I was going to make you crawl.... you'd quite like it.. so you could try and see up my knee length gown?'

I jerked..

'Oh my little boy, what a dirty nasty little boy you are!

Down on your knees.'

I did as I was told. Looking up. Deepti seemed so much taller..

'I doubt you will see up my gown as I will be going first and be much faster than a crawling little doggy, but you

can try.'

It turned out to be correct. I tried, but Deepti was too fast which was not really a surprise.

Great view of her feet’s and legs though... (he-he!)

We got there; it was not far from the bedroom, but what a sight we made with me trying to keep up with Deepti on my knees. Deepti found it hilarious. It was not easy and both of us were laughing by the end.

'Alright stand up and let's get into the bedroom.'

'Can I ask something?'

'What?'

'Why have we come here to read what's on my back? Why did you not read it in the bedroom.?'

'Just thought it would be more fun here.

From what you told me of Monica I reckon it's going to be something which might set a few things off...'

We were facing each other, quite close and Deepti's hand was reaching out, lightly stroking my erection.. a slight smile playing round her lips..

'Face the wall mirror.

Closer so you are just a few inches away.

I'm sure it feels much more intimate.. for us both..'

I did as I was told.. We were close, I could feel Deepti close behind my back, Her loose gown, breast pressing up against me. Her hot breath, voice whispering in my ear. My penis was now pushing up against the mirror. The tip touching, rubbing, leaving a trail of precum on the surface. I could see Deepti in the mirror behind me.

'Hands behind your head.' I clutched them to the back of my neck.

Deepti stood back a little behind me. Studying my back.

I could see in the mirror a smile spreading over Deepti's face as she started to read..

What did it say??

'And you say she did this in permanent ink?' Deepti was looking at me in the mirror.

I nodded.

Deepti nearly was finished. I could see this as I watched her eyes move down and then stop at the bottom before coming back to mine. A hand was playing with my penis. Moving up an down, it was as if it was being stroked by feathers... exciting... but not allowing me to go further. Teasing. The tip still brushing the mirror glass... leaving a slimy trail.. Deepti was whispering again.. 'Like that?'

'Yes.'

'Good...' and then Deepti added enigmatically, 'you might not be getting many more in the future.'

What did that mean?

'Shall I read what Monica has written?'

'Please. I really want to know.'

'Sure you do, but after I have read it you might change your mind..'

I mentally braced myself as Deepti paused for a moment. Then read..

'Dear Deepti, If you read this then you really do have something to play with. Your hubby confessed. He wants

to be a cuckold. I wonder if he really knows what that will mean? How submissive he will become?

The excitement he will feel and experience. Do you have the nerve (the love?) to take it all the way... to enslave him??

Does the thought of him being totally and utterly dependent on you, totally under your control make you damp

and wet. I hope so. Call me tomorrow evening if you want to chat. (There is a number by the way).

Love Monica Xxxx'

As Deepti read the words slowly she was gently using her hands on my penis.

It was the most beautiful slow 'wank' that I have ever had.

I could see her face in the mirror looking down at my back.

Her arm coming round to allow her hand to play with me.

The contrast of me being naked while Deepti fully clothed;

Controlling me.

An outside Goddess.

Someone to look up to for who I was willing to do everything she wanted...

As she finished reading Deepti's eyes came up to look over my shoulder...

I was trying to 'fuck' her hand to get more friction.

There was a far away look in her eyes...

'Sunil I really want you to fuck me... but if you want what Monica has outlined..

then as I slowly tighten my hand you can bring yourself off.

This could be one of your last choices...

I want to be fucked long and hard... and you to do it... or you decide that is not for you and you would like me

to find someone else permanently to fuck... and make you a cuckold... and maybe even my slave... who knows where it might end?? Can you imagine me with someone else like a permanent husband and wife??'

I was lost. As Deepti was talking her hand was tightening I came and came..

I saw myself spurting onto the mirror, dribbling down.. onto the floor..

Deepti looked disgusted.

'You really have done it now.' She wiped her hand on my chest.

'Clean up that mess.

I'm going to bed.

You’re useless to me.

See you in the morning.'

With that she was gone and I was left to clear up a very messy mirror... and myself before going off to bed. I wondered what the future would bring...But I understood one thing for sure……….. the making of a cuckold has been completed successfully.


( End Of First Chapter)