24-12-2021, 09:34 AM
Then a second terrifying realization hit me and I gasped. I screamed at Sunita that I had had unprotected sex with Barun. Sunita tried to comfort me by telling me that Barun was clean and that I had nothing to worry about. I told her that was not what I was talking about. Sudhir had done vasectomy after our last child and Barun hadn't used a condom. I could get pregnant. Sunita helped me do the calculations and I was somewhat relieved to find that I should be safe. But, I was still worried.
Sunita tried to convince me that Sudhir would never know and that my indiscretion wasn't all that bad. As she kept talking, and trying to justify my actions, I started to get angry with her. A married woman, having sex with Barun, was not the same as Sunita, whose husband works in Dubai and comes after every alternate years, having sex with him. Sunita wasn't fully comprehending the difference and I finally told her to get out. I don't think I ever felt worse in my whole life.
A short time later Anna, my daughter, knocked on the door and wanted to know what I was doing. I told her I wasn't feeling well and that we would be going home in a few minutes. I cleaned my face up as best I could and took the children home.
On the way home Mina asked me, " Aap Row Kiyo rahi hai, Maa? Aap sick tou nehi hai ?"
I told her it was.
The children were disappointed that we were not going to have lunch with Sunita and I told them I was sorry but that I needed to get home. They played for a while and lunch and nap time didn't come soon enough for me. I needed to shower and to clean up. Barun 's cum was dribbling down my leg at times. After I put the girls down for their naps I went to the bathroom, douched, and took a long hot bath but I couldn't make myself feel clean.
By the time I was through with the bath, I was crying uncontrollably again. I couldn't put the mirrored vision of Barun 's big cock in me, out of my mind. What really hurt was that I couldn't say the experience was disgusting and horrible. The fact was that I had enjoyed it. It had been exhilarating, naughty, and sexually very gratifying. I couldn't help but feel a little jealous knowing Sunita was getting that beautiful cock whenever she wanted it.
I lay down on the bed and tried to take a nap but the mixture of my infidelity on the one hand, and the sheer ecstasy of the experience on the other hand, kept looming in my mind and I couldn't sleep. The children woke up from their naps and I helped them get ready to go back out and play. They wanted to know why Mommy was still crying. I simply told them that my tummy hurt and it would go away and not to worry. I knew that my crying would be reported to daddy when he came home, if they were still awake. I needed to get control of myself.
Sunita tried to convince me that Sudhir would never know and that my indiscretion wasn't all that bad. As she kept talking, and trying to justify my actions, I started to get angry with her. A married woman, having sex with Barun, was not the same as Sunita, whose husband works in Dubai and comes after every alternate years, having sex with him. Sunita wasn't fully comprehending the difference and I finally told her to get out. I don't think I ever felt worse in my whole life.
A short time later Anna, my daughter, knocked on the door and wanted to know what I was doing. I told her I wasn't feeling well and that we would be going home in a few minutes. I cleaned my face up as best I could and took the children home.
On the way home Mina asked me, " Aap Row Kiyo rahi hai, Maa? Aap sick tou nehi hai ?"
I told her it was.
The children were disappointed that we were not going to have lunch with Sunita and I told them I was sorry but that I needed to get home. They played for a while and lunch and nap time didn't come soon enough for me. I needed to shower and to clean up. Barun 's cum was dribbling down my leg at times. After I put the girls down for their naps I went to the bathroom, douched, and took a long hot bath but I couldn't make myself feel clean.
By the time I was through with the bath, I was crying uncontrollably again. I couldn't put the mirrored vision of Barun 's big cock in me, out of my mind. What really hurt was that I couldn't say the experience was disgusting and horrible. The fact was that I had enjoyed it. It had been exhilarating, naughty, and sexually very gratifying. I couldn't help but feel a little jealous knowing Sunita was getting that beautiful cock whenever she wanted it.
I lay down on the bed and tried to take a nap but the mixture of my infidelity on the one hand, and the sheer ecstasy of the experience on the other hand, kept looming in my mind and I couldn't sleep. The children woke up from their naps and I helped them get ready to go back out and play. They wanted to know why Mommy was still crying. I simply told them that my tummy hurt and it would go away and not to worry. I knew that my crying would be reported to daddy when he came home, if they were still awake. I needed to get control of myself.
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