24-04-2022, 06:40 PM
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Chapter 30 - Unexpected
(POV – Ajju)
I was about to take a nap and Aishu called. She has reached her hotel in Shimla and she is getting ready for a party. I miss her. If she was with me or if I have not been apart from her in greater distance, I never would have indulged in these chat activities, which seems to be never-ending. I must bring it to a full-stop but the addiction never stops.
What to do. I just slept and I woke by evening. First thing I did was to call Aishu.
“Hi darling.”
“Hi”
“So, how s shimla?”
“Pretty good.”
“Enjoying without me?”
“Nothing like that.”
“Hey Aishu. Your voice sounds dull. What happened??”
“Nothing Ajju.”
“Really?”
“Yes.Really.”
“Ok. Then, what dinner?”
“Will have to go down and see Ajju.Ok. Gotta go. Bye.”
“Love you.”
“Me too.”
She hung up. Her voice seemed too dull to me. She seemed distracted. Even I am distracted!
I woke the laptop up in a minute and logged onto the mail. It seemed to be a reflex reaction. How time changes one in a shorter span! From a protective and possessive hubby to a wife show-off. Damn.
Gautham wasn’t online. But, I have received few messages from him.
“Hi buddy. Busy? You there?”
“I’m getting hornier seeing the bra pic over and over. I desperately wish to touch the fabric and the owner eventually. Will you let me?”
“Come soon. Let’s chat. Let you be Aishu and I will bang you tonight before your hubby. At least kiss your lovely feet and lick your toes.Let me be a slave to your eternal beauty my Aishu. “
“Haaa. Bro.I am jerking off for the 5th time. Never happened with my wife. Your wife is amazing. My cock throbs whenever I think of her. “
“I came for 6th time. I was thinking about you, her and me in same bed and me kissing her beautiful lips and sucking it while you watch and make you comment on how I am far better than you in satisfying her. Sorry if I am getting mad but it’s your wife’s beauty that makes me mad. “
I was shocked to see how mad he is getting by my wife. He has just seen few pics and one pic of her bra and this makes him talk all this. I wondered how Aishu’s colleagues will think of her. After seeing her each and every day, will they also jerk off thinking of her.
When I go to pick her up, will they think “Damn you God. You gave such a bomb to that guy. I would be a better match for her and will satisfy her in bed 1000 times better.” They might think.
The thought of her colleagues Sandy, VP Ravi and guys getting jealous over me and thinking of her while they masturbate or fucking other girls made me proud. I felt happy. Like I got something that others can only envy about but, I can enjoy it.
My intelligent side of brain warned me in between. “This guy, Gautham, is getting crazy over her and this is not right. This might create problems. It’s better if you have cropped her face from the pics and have shared with him. It would be exciting and the guy would provide his comments on how lucky you are and you might have jerked off but, it wouldn’t have caused any problems as they can never pin-point it to her or you.”
Yes. My brain is right. I must slowly move on from this guy and stop chatting with him. If at all, I feel like sharing her pic for fun or excitement, even with her knowledge after few days of convincing , I must use cropped pics with no face. It’s better.
I thought all this and moved on to watch a cuckold movie where a hubby feels sorry that he bores his wife and can’t get her to climax often and he decides to present her wife a big black cock (BBC) on her b’day. And when the day arrives, he blindfolds her and takes her to bedroom where the big black guy is waiting. She is shocked to see him but, eventually as in all movies, she accepts and the new guy has her right there in the bed and they both have enough fun while the martyr hubby jerks off at his beautiful wife getting humped by a huge man twice his size with a cock thrice his size.
I also jerked off to it and tried harder to stop myself from thinking the girl is Aishu. And I slept after dinner.
The next day, I had a busy day at work back in Chennai office after 15 days and my bosses were impressed by my works in London. It went on well and I returned back home early by 7.
I spoke with Aishu who was very busy it seems and I checked the fake mail and to my surprise, there were no messages from Gautham. I was surprised and moved on to read a story. Of course, a cuckold story.
I was half way through in jerking off while the calling bell rang. I cursed and wore some clothes and walked towards the door.
A 30 years something good looking man stood out.
“Yes. How can I help you?”
“Is this Aishu’s residence?”
Aishu?! Who calls my wife Aishu to me.
“Yeah. You are?”
“So, you are Arjun?”
“Yes. Have we met before?”
“Yes. “
“Sorry. No offence. Can’t place you.”
“Hi Arjun.. I’m Gautham”.
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(POV – Ajju)
I was about to take a nap and Aishu called. She has reached her hotel in Shimla and she is getting ready for a party. I miss her. If she was with me or if I have not been apart from her in greater distance, I never would have indulged in these chat activities, which seems to be never-ending. I must bring it to a full-stop but the addiction never stops.
What to do. I just slept and I woke by evening. First thing I did was to call Aishu.
“Hi darling.”
“Hi”
“So, how s shimla?”
“Pretty good.”
“Enjoying without me?”
“Nothing like that.”
“Hey Aishu. Your voice sounds dull. What happened??”
“Nothing Ajju.”
“Really?”
“Yes.Really.”
“Ok. Then, what dinner?”
“Will have to go down and see Ajju.Ok. Gotta go. Bye.”
“Love you.”
“Me too.”
She hung up. Her voice seemed too dull to me. She seemed distracted. Even I am distracted!
I woke the laptop up in a minute and logged onto the mail. It seemed to be a reflex reaction. How time changes one in a shorter span! From a protective and possessive hubby to a wife show-off. Damn.
Gautham wasn’t online. But, I have received few messages from him.
“Hi buddy. Busy? You there?”
“I’m getting hornier seeing the bra pic over and over. I desperately wish to touch the fabric and the owner eventually. Will you let me?”
“Come soon. Let’s chat. Let you be Aishu and I will bang you tonight before your hubby. At least kiss your lovely feet and lick your toes.Let me be a slave to your eternal beauty my Aishu. “
“Haaa. Bro.I am jerking off for the 5th time. Never happened with my wife. Your wife is amazing. My cock throbs whenever I think of her. “
“I came for 6th time. I was thinking about you, her and me in same bed and me kissing her beautiful lips and sucking it while you watch and make you comment on how I am far better than you in satisfying her. Sorry if I am getting mad but it’s your wife’s beauty that makes me mad. “
I was shocked to see how mad he is getting by my wife. He has just seen few pics and one pic of her bra and this makes him talk all this. I wondered how Aishu’s colleagues will think of her. After seeing her each and every day, will they also jerk off thinking of her.
When I go to pick her up, will they think “Damn you God. You gave such a bomb to that guy. I would be a better match for her and will satisfy her in bed 1000 times better.” They might think.
The thought of her colleagues Sandy, VP Ravi and guys getting jealous over me and thinking of her while they masturbate or fucking other girls made me proud. I felt happy. Like I got something that others can only envy about but, I can enjoy it.
My intelligent side of brain warned me in between. “This guy, Gautham, is getting crazy over her and this is not right. This might create problems. It’s better if you have cropped her face from the pics and have shared with him. It would be exciting and the guy would provide his comments on how lucky you are and you might have jerked off but, it wouldn’t have caused any problems as they can never pin-point it to her or you.”
Yes. My brain is right. I must slowly move on from this guy and stop chatting with him. If at all, I feel like sharing her pic for fun or excitement, even with her knowledge after few days of convincing , I must use cropped pics with no face. It’s better.
I thought all this and moved on to watch a cuckold movie where a hubby feels sorry that he bores his wife and can’t get her to climax often and he decides to present her wife a big black cock (BBC) on her b’day. And when the day arrives, he blindfolds her and takes her to bedroom where the big black guy is waiting. She is shocked to see him but, eventually as in all movies, she accepts and the new guy has her right there in the bed and they both have enough fun while the martyr hubby jerks off at his beautiful wife getting humped by a huge man twice his size with a cock thrice his size.
I also jerked off to it and tried harder to stop myself from thinking the girl is Aishu. And I slept after dinner.
The next day, I had a busy day at work back in Chennai office after 15 days and my bosses were impressed by my works in London. It went on well and I returned back home early by 7.
I spoke with Aishu who was very busy it seems and I checked the fake mail and to my surprise, there were no messages from Gautham. I was surprised and moved on to read a story. Of course, a cuckold story.
I was half way through in jerking off while the calling bell rang. I cursed and wore some clothes and walked towards the door.
A 30 years something good looking man stood out.
“Yes. How can I help you?”
“Is this Aishu’s residence?”
Aishu?! Who calls my wife Aishu to me.
“Yeah. You are?”
“So, you are Arjun?”
“Yes. Have we met before?”
“Yes. “
“Sorry. No offence. Can’t place you.”
“Hi Arjun.. I’m Gautham”.
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