Adultery Not an usual couple story

[Mylife4u]

Chapter 26 – Aishu, Me and Guilt

(POV – Ajju)

My flight journey was tedious. I was travelling in British Airways and the problem wasn’t about being comfortable. It was because of the thoughts that tormented me. The week in London was like being in a honeymoon. I had none to control me and I did all possible things and I spoke all sort of things I liked to. But, this return journey marks the reality. The reality that I am returning to be my ownself. Meeting Aishu is the biggest problem. I never thought itwould be a problem when I started. I felt I can never look into her eyes and speak all things like before as I am filled with guilt head to toe. 

The flight landed and I collected my baggage and marched through the exit, looking for Aishu, waved at her and when I finally saw her attire,I was shocked and surprised. My darling wife who always prefers Salwars and kurtis to jeans in Chennai has come in a jeans and a full-sleeved tight t-shirt. She looked smoking hot.

And the very next second, the thought of me chatting with Gautham came before my eyes and how he described Aishu came too. And there started my guilty thoughts. I tried hard to get rid of those thoughts but, it came back to me again and again and I desperately made efforts to be normal. Finally, we boarded the cab and I was stealing looks at her as if she was a stranger partly because of being apart a week and also, because of the dress she chose for today. My cock hardened when I looked at her breatss heaving up and down in slow movements when she breathed. I controlled myself until we reached home.

The very next moment we reached home, I wasn’t able to control myself anymore and has myself threw over her and started undressing her ight there in the living room and started eating her out.

And my nightmare returned. While I was eating her pussy, my thoughts wandered to London days and what would Gautham say, if I talk about eating her pussy. Will he say it will taste like honey or will he say I am a lucky bastard. And It went on one side and on the other, I started fucking her and my other side started thinking about Gautham standing there near our kitchen entrance and watching us making out like animals and his comments over Aishu. I cummed immediately and clarity of mind came again. Guilt again struck me, which led me to say, “I love you” to her. For which, she too responded with “I love you” and that made me more guilty.

We then had some food that she prepared and, as she had to leave early and I was tired from flight journey, we slept. 

The next day, She got early and got ready and woke me up and after a long while, I woke to my beautiful wife’s face. She was already ready and she was wearing a black cardigan over her red t-shirt and a matching jeans and was looking cool. She has done her hair in a different manner and it was good again. She looked simple and hot the same time. I controlled my urges to pull her to the bed due to lack of time and I got ready to send her off. 



In the airport, She was received by her colleague Sandy who has come first. He looked pretty excited for the travel and then came, Meghna. Her almost boss. And her dress was a shocker. She was wearing a black one piece dress with a small shawl over the chest. And almost 90 percent of her boobs above nipples were visible and the dress ended right below the knee. She was like a cheap slut to me but, I saw she attracted many eyes from the crowd. She just said a hi to me when I was introduced and then, moved away to welcome Ravi, Aishu’s VP. He looked handsome and professional in his formal wear and was very pleasant speaking man. After waving my hands and a small hug, I sent her off and started back home.

Chennai. The place I love more. With its rich tradition and fast changing to recent cultural changes and the ability to get whatever you need along with friendly people. I was looking all around the way back and when I saw a girl waiting on bus-stop in her saree with a low-hip, my thoughts drifted back to the same thing.

Aishu. Gautham and Chats. Was I wrong or what? But, I should never repeat this. With all such thoughts, I reached home and found myself hard. I thought of jacking off once and right when I entered the bedroom, the black satin bra of Aishu lying on the bed made me crazy. She must have left it in the hurry. I took in my hand and ran my fingers over it. The soft material lying on her soft parts and holding them up and how she will look in it made my hands go over my hard penis and I started stroking it.

And few minutes passed and I somehow inexplicably found myself in the fake mail. Gautham wasn’t online. And I had nothing to do, but, go through all the chats we had. Each and every chat and the way I have explained to him about her and the pics we shared and the way he finally explained about seeing us in bed made me horny like hell and the last lines of he touching her breasts made me horny instead of guilt like last time.

I wanted him to come online. I wanted the chat symbol to become green. I was so crazy. I thought what will he do if he comes here. In our bedroom. Now, that Aishu isn’t here. Will he look all around? Will he get excited by seeing all her clothes here and imagine her trying them. Will he take her lingerie? What will he do to them? Will he jack of to just the fabric that once touched my hot wife. I was becoming crazy and the craziest thought came to me. 

What if I send him her Bra pic and ask what he feels. But, Didn’t I decide not to chat anymore with him? I wasn’t in any mood to think about it. I took my mobile and took a pic of her bra lying on the table and started uploading it to system. I should have thought for a second that I am making a man crazy on my wife but, my brain seemed to be located between my legs then. 

I sent him the pic. And I was prompted with, “Message was sent”. 



And usually, I get guilt by this time. But, today I was far apart it. May be seeing her after a gap and fucking her yesterday made me crazy about her but, she has left me and went to Shimla. And I was crazy to do something hot.

This bra pic made me so hot. My wife’s bra pic. The one only I can see. I have sent this to him. Some unknow guy who is going to see this pic along with some other pic of her and rub his cock over what is on the screen. And I started to release my horniness by stroking it hard. By opening the folder, where I have our honeymoon pics and other hot pics of Aishu and took the bra over my cock and rounded it off with it and began my moaning.

All sort of swear words came out and it felt heavenly. The soft fabric over my shaft and I came. It was awesome and I took a nap tired.