Adultery Not an usual couple story

[Mylife4u]

Chapter 42 – Acceptance

(POV – Arjun)

The next day at office was a confusing one. I have started realizing I’m into cuckold stuff but I’m not sure if I want things in reality but, yes, I wanna spice things up and imagining Gautham while I fuck Aishu makes me 1000 times excited than usual.

I reached home early that day and while waiting for Aishu to come home, I started surfing my chats with Gautham for the umpteenth time. Man! How excited I am reading those messages? Still, I chided myself saying “How dare I think of such things? Will any honest Tamil husband have such pervert thoughts? Damn me. I should stop thinking like this!”

Still, I kept on reading and my right hand went into my tracks, while the left hand handled the mouse. I started jacking off slowly imagining the stuffs we spoke about and was even proud of having such a wife who excites men even after years of marriage. 

I was reaching the climax and I started increasing the speed slowly and was looking at the pics I sent Gautham and started imagining me kissing her lips while Gautham licked her navel in the saree and the sound of the door opening hit me.

“Damn. Fuck”

I stopped jerking and sent my erect snake back into its burrow and closed the tabs urgently and it was right then, Aishu entered in and said a soft “Hi”.

“Hey Hi Baby. How was the day?”

“Hmm?”

“Your day?”

“Yeah. Was good.”

Hmm. I was still sitting crossed legs to hide the fact that I am erect and her normal salwar made me imagine what’s beneath and I wanted to fuck her then, but, I controlled as she seemed to be a bit tired today. 

“Everything okay?”

“Yeah. Why not?”

Saying this, she moved onto kitchen and we had a coffee. Another silent coffee. Then, after watching TV for a while and having the dinner she changed herself to her single piece gown which I found to be so sexy.”



We spoke very few words after her return from Shimla and I wanted to speak to her about her trip and talk with her in my usual playful way. But, I was in a different mood today and I wanted her so bad that I didn’t wanna waste time in talking. I waited for her to lie down near me. 

She threw some soiled clothes into their place, folded a saree that was lying over there and I was watching TV still. Eventually, she completed all her works and after tying her hair into a bun to avoid hindrances during sleep, she climbed up the bed and my cock started climbing up in anticipation too. I even wanted to ask her to suck me off today. That much excited I was.

She said good night and turned her back to me, her sexy large ass protruding the skirt area and started sleeping. Damn. I need sex today.

I switched off the main lamp and turned the yellow glow of the night lamp, to accentuate the mood obviously.  And I moved near her and kept my hands over her hip. There was no reaction.

My hand slid down a bit and rubbed her ass and gave a slight pressure to the soft flesh of her ass-cheek and moved up again. She was still silent. My hands climbed up to her breast area and was touching her boobs from the side, I could not withstand it anymore and my hand moved in a fast pace, cupped her right boob and pressed the firm flesh and squeezed them a bit and searched for her looongg nipple to play with. There was squirming from her side and I assumed she is getting into the mood and I moved nearby her. 

My erect cock poked her ass from behind and my hands were over her breasts still and as I turned on much and moved to kiss her neck, She turned faster towards me and woke from the bed.

“Is there nothing else to do other than fucking me?”

FUCKING! She is using the F*** word in anger rather than in mood.

“Er. What?”

“Can’t you even see I am not in the mood?”

“Hey sorry Aishu.”

“FUCK your sorry. Damn it.”

“Hey why are you getting angry?”

“Just stop touching me Ajju. Please understand. I am not in the mood today. Cha.”

Saying this, she lied down on the corner of bed and turned her back towards me and started sleeping. I was startled. Aishu used to get angry with me at many occasions but, this was different, it had a different tone to it. I assumed she must really be in a bad mood due to some work stress and chided myself for getting such a scolding from my own wife and tried to sleep by turning aside. 

Minutes went on and sleep never arrived to my eyes. I tried hard to shut off my thoughts but, the way she shouted at me came back again and again to my head. I could feel the rage building in me and I tried hard to stop it. But, I couldn’t. I turned back towards her in anger and what I saw instead infuriated my cock.

Aishu was sleeping with her legs bent and to her side and the skirt and the posture has effectively hid her panty and her leg and thighs were visible clearly in the yellow glow. Even those anklets she was wearing made me more horny and I wanted to touch the soft legs which she must have shaved recently, I am not sure when. 

I was about to touch the legs and her barking came before my mind and I stopped my act and my evil mind formulated another plot. I moved on to the side and took a pic of her inter-twining legs from below which showed her thighs and shape of the ass and her anklets in a very hot way. I was looking at them and my cock throbbed and I wished Gautham see this. And I thought, “Why not send him this?”

My mind never resisted much that moment. May be it was due to the horniness I was in right from evening or the anger that built-in due to the way Aishu reacted or the very fact that, I am more into exposing my wife to strangers who wanna tear her clothes apart, I just sent the pic to Gautham’s whatsapp.



Just when the ticks turned blue, I know he has seen the image and it took lesser than microseconds to reply,

“Wow. Man. Wow. Is that Aishu?”

“Yes”

And he went offline and confusion started creeping unto me. And in a second, I received a call from him. Thank God. I turned my phone to silent mode while expecting a hot sex session and I silently moved away and went inside the bathroom. Bathroom is the obvious choice as if I leave to other rooms and Aishu wakes, it might be fishy.

“Hey”

“Was that Aishu?” He asked in a croaky voice.

“Yes.”

“Wow.”

“Is she sleeping?”

“Yes”

“So, you has steaming sex today and you thought of me?”

“Err. Sort of”

“Wow. You lucky bastard.”

“Ok Bye. I am gonna sleep”

“Hey Hey.”

“What?”

“Could you please do me favour?”

“What?”

“Send a pic of her a panty”

“Now? I have to open up the cupboards and take one out.”

“Not the ones in cupboard.”

“Then?”

“The one she is wearing. I want to see it.”

“What?” I was surprised by the brevity but my cock started saluting at him.

“Yes. Please.”

Hey no. Please man. I wanna see the Goddess in her panty in all glory sleeping.”

“I shouldn’t have messaged you the pic. It’s my fault. I am sorry. I can’t do it. You always expect lot. I am gonna hung up”

“Hey Arjun”

“Yeah?”

“You know you like it. Then, why do you hide. You know you want me to see your wife in her panties.”

“Nothing of that sort.”

“Haha. If not, then you wouldn’t have messaged me.”

“….”

“Just do it. Imagining through the phone I am there seeing her sleeping in those anklets. And her sexy ass”

“Ok wait.”

“That’s my boy.”

I came out and reduced the call volume and moved near Aishu. 

“Aishu? Aishu?”

There was no movement and I slowly saw her face and she was sleeping with a grim but innocent face hugging her stuffed toy instead of me. And the innocence of her face made me more horny and I went near her and slowly lifted her skirt up to reveal the black panty and she was still sleeping, I almost cummed on then and took a pic of her and hit send.

I again came to the bathroom.

“Oh Fuck man. What a body she has. I really wanna bite those ass cheeks and real cheeks at least once man. Wow. At least, I wanna see her sleeping in the same room. I am jerking my large cock off while looking at this pic Arjun. Your wife. Your Aishu in her panty and I, a stranger is watching her.”

Hearing all this, I started jerking and within seconds, I cummed, owing to the anticipation that built-in. And cum that dripped down the basin stood a testimony to the fact that, I have accepted to be a cuckold, at least in a passive way, and that is, Wife Exposure.!