Adultery An Unwanted Affair by amu007

[sarit11]

So that was his intention: he wanted to know whether I liked fucking my father-in-law. I wanted to tell him yes, but knew that it wouldn't be good to say so. It was probably not the right time to accept that fact.

"What do you think?" I retorted, feigning little anger. "I'm happy sleeping with him? I sleep with him because I care for you and our kids. You know very well if I don't do that he'd throw all of us out of this house."

"I know... I know." He said awkwardly, feeling little hurt. I realized that he too was carrying guilt for not being able to protect me from his father. I felt pity for him, but also realized he was vulnerable at that moment. Perhaps I could use this opportunity.

"I did everything for you and the kids." I gripped his hand. "Do you hate me for that?"

"No," he replied immediately, "I don't hate you."

"Then why don't you talk to me? Why don't you make love to me? Why don't you act like my husband."

"I can't."

"Why not?"

"Because you're my mother now."

I looked at him incredulously. "I don't know what you're talking about."

"Any woman..." he fumbled, "who sleeps with my father got to be my mother only. You can't be my wife now."

It was the most preposterous logic I had ever heard in my life.

"And what about the twelve years we spent together as husband and wife?" My voice was suddenly sharp. I felt tears begin to swell in my eyes.

He gawked at me.

"What about our children, do you think your abbu is their father?"

"No, they're my kids." He was on the back foot. "But now I can't be your husband."

"Why not?" I rasped loudly. "I'm still your wife. Don't you love me anymore?"

"I still love you, and I know that you didn't do it willingly the first time. But now, we can't live like husband and wife anymore."

"Because you think that I'm your mother now. Is that why you didn't fuck me for the last two years?" I dropped all modesty and asked him crudely.

"Yes." He said slowly. His eyes went wide with my use of the word 'fuck'.

I felt exasperated. It was a strange situation. My husband was avoiding me because he believed that I was his mother as I had been screwing his father.

"So it means that you're happy with what your father did to your wife."

"No, I hate him for that." His eyes were suddenly burning with hatred. "I want to kill that bastard."

"Why didn't you kill him then?"

"I don't know." He said meekly. "I don't know. Perhaps I don't have the courage to do it. But I hate him."

A thought suddenly occurred to me.

"I'd be happier if you can avenge my humiliation." I feigned a sarcastic look.

He stared at me and then diverted his gaze. "I... I don't know... how?" He babbled.

"You really want revenge for your father taking your wife away from you."

"Yes." He said painfully.

My heart began to melt.

"How will you do it?"

"I don't know." He shrugged his shoulders. "I know I'm no match for him."

The thought that was ticking in the back of my mind grew stronger. I didn't know whether he would accept my logic, but I decided to give it a try.

"There's a way."

"How?" His eyes were suddenly lit.

"You sure think I'm your mother?" I quizzed him.

"I already told you that."

"And you hate your abbu for fucking me, and taking me away from you?"

"Yes," he spoke with irritation in his voice, "how many times do I have to tell you that?"

"You can take your revenge." I gave him a mischievous grin.

"How, how?" He asked impatiently.

"By fucking your mother."

He looked at me clumsily.

"Do to him what he did to you." I wished that he would take the bait. "He fucked your wife and made her his personal whore. Do the same to him. Take his wife... fuck her... make her your slut."