23-12-2018, 02:46 PM
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"I thought I was hallucinating." Bela glumly said. "That my guilt was making me imagine you were right there. So I closed my eyes."
"And then he came inside you." I said, the images burned in my brain. Bela had closed her eyes after staring at me, opened her mouth and started moaning. Riaz's brown fingers clasped tightly, almost painfully around her boobs, and I saw her body start shaking rapidly in a telltale climax rhythm.
"Yes." she said. "I am so sorry."
And she started crying again. I sighed. It had taken almost an hour to stop her crying, bring her to normal and get her talking again.
After the young buck had shot his jizz into the condom inside my wife's cunt, he leaned forward in satisfaction to kiss her. But he stopped with his lips half an inch from her face. Because that's when he saw me. And unlike Bela, he didn't think I was a hallucination.
"AAAAAHHHH!!!" he shouted as his eyes went really wide in terror.
Bela winced at the shriek in her ears and opened her eyes.
"What???" she asked in an annoyed voice.
"SAHAB!!! Oh shit oh shit oh shit!!"
That's when Bela looked at me and realized I was actually there. Her mouth opened wide and she suddenly jerked back, her boobs squeezing back through the bars and she also let out a squeal.
"It's okay!!" I loudly said and started walking towards the window.
But they had both disappeared.
I walked towards the front of the house. Just as I turned the corner, I saw Riaz run out pulling his underwear on and holding his pants in his hands.
"Wait!!" I shouted.
"AAAAAAHHH!!!" he shouted again and clutching his pants, sprinted towards the main gate, jumped over it and started running at a rapid clip.
I was completely nonplussed by the situation. I had no idea what exactly I wanted to do. A part of me, the possessive male ego part, wanted to chase down and beat up the man who had just fucked my wife. But the kinky and depraved part of me recognized that he wasn't to be blamed. He had made a move like a virile red blooded young man and it had worked. With my wife's consent, he had gotten to fuck her.
Riaz looked back a couple of times to see if I was giving chase, but kept running even when he saw I wasn't. He didn't even stop to put his pants on. Luckily we lived in a remote area so there was no one around to see the strange sight of a young man sprinting in his underwear. I could see why he was terrified. He, a lowly tradesman, had just been caught fucking an upper class man's wife. Obviously, he expected retribution.
I watched him until he all but disappeared from my sight and walked into the house. He had left all his tools and extra cables in the living room, along with his shirt.
"Bela!" I yelled out and walked to the bedroom assuming she would be there. But on the way, I noticed the bathroom door open and heard her wails. I walked in.
My shy wife....well not so shy anymore.....was sitting naked on the floor under a running shower, her face in her hands, bawling her eyes out.
"I am sorry....I am so sorry.....I am a horrible person....I am a dirty dirty woman...." she said between sobs as she heard me walk in.
"Bela....sweetheart....it'll be okay."
I put my phone and wallet on the sink and sat down next to her, and took her in my arms.
It was like she was having a nervous breakdown. It took half an hour to get her out of the bathroom. I still had a hard-on from watching the whole thing between her and Riaz and wanted to mount her right away. But clearly she was not in the right state of mind. Continuing to cry, she dried herself, got dressed, and then crashed on the bed for another session of weeping and hyperventilation.
I kept assuring her, it will be okay, I was not really angry, it's all fine, in fact it's my fault for engineering the situation, etc etc. But it didn't seem like she heard me. Despite all the horizons she had recently crossed at my prodding, Bela remained at heart a traditional orthodox Indian woman. She was having a hard time coming to terms with the guilt of cheating on me.
Finally I had managed to get her talking. But one mention of him shooting his wad inside her and she was back to crying.
"You will divorce me now and my life will be ruined." she wailed.
"This again! I told you, I am not going to divorce you. I am not blaming you. In fact if anything, it is my fault. I already told you, I hadn't really gone anywhere."
"You...you gave me a test....and I failed." she whimpered.
"It was not a test. It was a silly horny impulse. Bela...honey.....I made this happen."
She was silent for a while. Then she spoke up.
"Why did you make it happen? Why didn't you stop it?" she finally said in a level voice.
"Good! Ask me that. Ask me that instead of blaming yourself completely." I said.
"Okay, well, I am asking you."
I paused and thought a little.
"I don't know the complete answer, Bela. It's not like I actively wanted someone else to...." I almost said fuck but saw her quiver and didn't want to risk setting her off, "...be with you like that. It was an impulse, a kinky thought. Just like all those times out in the open. or what we have been doing with Shyam. Initially, I thought it was just me who was a pervert and you were playing along just to obey me. But then you told me the Chandan story. Which tells me, you are perverted as well."
"Perverted. You're right. My mother said I was a characterless slut." she sulked.
"I mean perverted in a good way. I obviously like such adventures, Bela. And it seems like you like them too."
She didn't say anything.
"Now.....don't cry....stay calm....answer my question honestly.....you enjoyed that sex with Riaz, didn't you?"
She blushed and averted her eyes. And then nodded.
"I will be honest. I didn't find it as objectionable as I would have. When I started the ball rolling, I just wanted to see how far you will go. If I wanted, I could have stopped it any time. I didn't. I kept watching."
She looked at me quietly.
"Is that what you want? To see me have sex with other men?"
"I don't know, Bela. I myself don't know all the answers. I need to think." I honestly said. "What about you? I mean....I only started this because initially, I saw that you enjoyed showing off for Riaz."
"Yes, but you were home."
"I saw what happened later, after he took his shirt off. Don't wince....he has a good young body. You felt attracted. You acted on an impulse. Nothing wrong with that."
"It was still wrong." And she started crying again.
I sighed.
"Listen darling, maybe it's best we take a break from this topic. This is getting us nowhere. Just calm down. Make me some chai."
She nodded as she wiped her eyes, and got up.
The rest of the day went pretty much like that. I occasionally tried to bring up the topic. But Bela was too much of an emotional mess to have a serious discussion. And would start crying. So I dropped the topic altogether. As long as I didn't mention it, Bela was happy pretending nothing was untoward. She went back to being the dutiful homely housewife.
I decided my wife is not the talkative type on this issue. As I had seen before, talking about it or making her aware of it just makes her clam up. So maybe best to play it cool for a while.
"I thought I was hallucinating." Bela glumly said. "That my guilt was making me imagine you were right there. So I closed my eyes."
"And then he came inside you." I said, the images burned in my brain. Bela had closed her eyes after staring at me, opened her mouth and started moaning. Riaz's brown fingers clasped tightly, almost painfully around her boobs, and I saw her body start shaking rapidly in a telltale climax rhythm.
"Yes." she said. "I am so sorry."
And she started crying again. I sighed. It had taken almost an hour to stop her crying, bring her to normal and get her talking again.
After the young buck had shot his jizz into the condom inside my wife's cunt, he leaned forward in satisfaction to kiss her. But he stopped with his lips half an inch from her face. Because that's when he saw me. And unlike Bela, he didn't think I was a hallucination.
"AAAAAHHHH!!!" he shouted as his eyes went really wide in terror.
Bela winced at the shriek in her ears and opened her eyes.
"What???" she asked in an annoyed voice.
"SAHAB!!! Oh shit oh shit oh shit!!"
That's when Bela looked at me and realized I was actually there. Her mouth opened wide and she suddenly jerked back, her boobs squeezing back through the bars and she also let out a squeal.
"It's okay!!" I loudly said and started walking towards the window.
But they had both disappeared.
I walked towards the front of the house. Just as I turned the corner, I saw Riaz run out pulling his underwear on and holding his pants in his hands.
"Wait!!" I shouted.
"AAAAAAHHH!!!" he shouted again and clutching his pants, sprinted towards the main gate, jumped over it and started running at a rapid clip.
I was completely nonplussed by the situation. I had no idea what exactly I wanted to do. A part of me, the possessive male ego part, wanted to chase down and beat up the man who had just fucked my wife. But the kinky and depraved part of me recognized that he wasn't to be blamed. He had made a move like a virile red blooded young man and it had worked. With my wife's consent, he had gotten to fuck her.
Riaz looked back a couple of times to see if I was giving chase, but kept running even when he saw I wasn't. He didn't even stop to put his pants on. Luckily we lived in a remote area so there was no one around to see the strange sight of a young man sprinting in his underwear. I could see why he was terrified. He, a lowly tradesman, had just been caught fucking an upper class man's wife. Obviously, he expected retribution.
I watched him until he all but disappeared from my sight and walked into the house. He had left all his tools and extra cables in the living room, along with his shirt.
"Bela!" I yelled out and walked to the bedroom assuming she would be there. But on the way, I noticed the bathroom door open and heard her wails. I walked in.
My shy wife....well not so shy anymore.....was sitting naked on the floor under a running shower, her face in her hands, bawling her eyes out.
"I am sorry....I am so sorry.....I am a horrible person....I am a dirty dirty woman...." she said between sobs as she heard me walk in.
"Bela....sweetheart....it'll be okay."
I put my phone and wallet on the sink and sat down next to her, and took her in my arms.
It was like she was having a nervous breakdown. It took half an hour to get her out of the bathroom. I still had a hard-on from watching the whole thing between her and Riaz and wanted to mount her right away. But clearly she was not in the right state of mind. Continuing to cry, she dried herself, got dressed, and then crashed on the bed for another session of weeping and hyperventilation.
I kept assuring her, it will be okay, I was not really angry, it's all fine, in fact it's my fault for engineering the situation, etc etc. But it didn't seem like she heard me. Despite all the horizons she had recently crossed at my prodding, Bela remained at heart a traditional orthodox Indian woman. She was having a hard time coming to terms with the guilt of cheating on me.
Finally I had managed to get her talking. But one mention of him shooting his wad inside her and she was back to crying.
"You will divorce me now and my life will be ruined." she wailed.
"This again! I told you, I am not going to divorce you. I am not blaming you. In fact if anything, it is my fault. I already told you, I hadn't really gone anywhere."
"You...you gave me a test....and I failed." she whimpered.
"It was not a test. It was a silly horny impulse. Bela...honey.....I made this happen."
She was silent for a while. Then she spoke up.
"Why did you make it happen? Why didn't you stop it?" she finally said in a level voice.
"Good! Ask me that. Ask me that instead of blaming yourself completely." I said.
"Okay, well, I am asking you."
I paused and thought a little.
"I don't know the complete answer, Bela. It's not like I actively wanted someone else to...." I almost said fuck but saw her quiver and didn't want to risk setting her off, "...be with you like that. It was an impulse, a kinky thought. Just like all those times out in the open. or what we have been doing with Shyam. Initially, I thought it was just me who was a pervert and you were playing along just to obey me. But then you told me the Chandan story. Which tells me, you are perverted as well."
"Perverted. You're right. My mother said I was a characterless slut." she sulked.
"I mean perverted in a good way. I obviously like such adventures, Bela. And it seems like you like them too."
She didn't say anything.
"Now.....don't cry....stay calm....answer my question honestly.....you enjoyed that sex with Riaz, didn't you?"
She blushed and averted her eyes. And then nodded.
"I will be honest. I didn't find it as objectionable as I would have. When I started the ball rolling, I just wanted to see how far you will go. If I wanted, I could have stopped it any time. I didn't. I kept watching."
She looked at me quietly.
"Is that what you want? To see me have sex with other men?"
"I don't know, Bela. I myself don't know all the answers. I need to think." I honestly said. "What about you? I mean....I only started this because initially, I saw that you enjoyed showing off for Riaz."
"Yes, but you were home."
"I saw what happened later, after he took his shirt off. Don't wince....he has a good young body. You felt attracted. You acted on an impulse. Nothing wrong with that."
"It was still wrong." And she started crying again.
I sighed.
"Listen darling, maybe it's best we take a break from this topic. This is getting us nowhere. Just calm down. Make me some chai."
She nodded as she wiped her eyes, and got up.
The rest of the day went pretty much like that. I occasionally tried to bring up the topic. But Bela was too much of an emotional mess to have a serious discussion. And would start crying. So I dropped the topic altogether. As long as I didn't mention it, Bela was happy pretending nothing was untoward. She went back to being the dutiful homely housewife.
I decided my wife is not the talkative type on this issue. As I had seen before, talking about it or making her aware of it just makes her clam up. So maybe best to play it cool for a while.
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