09-06-2022, 10:55 PM
Chapter 50 – Fucked up
(POV – Ajju)
It’s all fucked up. My whole life. Completely, entirely fucked up.
My loving wife, who I came to just know, has even pushed her carnal desires and came clean for me from Shimla and I made the same person to shag another guy in front of my own eyes. Damn. I felt bad. Worst. Disgusted.
I came out of the hall and sat in the corner of the room near a shoe stand and started whimpering thinking about what all I have did and whimper grew into tears and I wasn’t able to control the tears.
“Bang!”
The door to the bed room closed and along with it, my rights to be a proper husband. I sat there for some more time and crawled up in the floor and slept.
The night passed with intermittent sleep and gibberish nightmares and when the sun rose, I was completely awake.
Calling bell sounded by 6 and I knew it was the milk boy and I got the milk pocket from him and noted the bedroom door was still locked. I walked past it to the kitchen with heavyset eyes and boiled the milk and started preparing the breakfast myself with the rice flour.
When I was almost completing the breakfast, I heard the door open and I stood heads down with no strength to see her face. I was able to hear Aishu walking towards the kitchen and crossing me, nearing the fridge and she drank some water and she passed away again. Ignoring me as if I was not even there.
She walked here and there and after a while she came out and I grew up some balls and called her name,
“Aishu..”
She turned and gave me a look. A kind of look none would ever wanna see in your wife’s eyes.
“You can’t even use my name. You lost that place already. You are still here as I don’t want neighbours to know about you or things that happened. Don’t take advantage because of this. Just leave.”
“I am sorry Aishu.”
She gave me a sharp look again and said, “You are disgusting”, and she left for work.
That day was one of the longest days in my life. I was like a corpse walking at office with no mood to eat, smile or work or do anything at all. I was just repenting for my sins.
The same night when I came home, I found the inner prepared at the table with the bedroom door locked from inside. I knocked the door for a few times with no response and I just had to sleep in the living room again as those slippers in the entrance. And eventually I slept after a long night again.
Two days passed like this and then I found the bedroom door open when I reached home and I entered in to see my beautiful wife in an cute striped tshirt with predominant white colour and a knee length skirt. May be it’s been a while since I made love to her or that the fact I’m simply human, I felt an urge in my groin to sit along and try doing something, but, I resisted. I washed my face and came out to see our favorite song playing in the TV. The song she used to sing and the very same song I wanted her to sing to me forever during the nights.
I could feel my eyes getting moist and also, Aishu wiping her eyes. I went near her.
“Sorry Aishu”
“Why? Why? Why did you? How could you?”
She asked and started wiping her tears off but she never cried but just tears streaming down like a river. I went near and tried touching her.
“Just stop”
“Please I’m sorry.”
“Don’t touch me.”
“Please forgive me.”
Tears fell from my eyes too and it doubled up in her eyes.
“Just move Ajju.”
Ajju. How long it has been since she called me so. Just 3 days. But it felt like an eternity.
“Sorry Aishu”
I kissed her forehead. She tried pushing me away.
“I’m really sorry Aishu.”
I started moving my hands around her, hugging her into my chest. I could sense her warm tears in my chest, seeping into my shirt’s material.
“Forgive me honey”
I kissed her forehead and she still tried pushing me away, but, weaker. I kissed her eyes. Wiped the tears with my lips and fingers both.
Her arms moved around me and wrapped me tightly.
“Please dear. Forgive me.”
My teary eyes met her eyes as I kissed her wet cheeks and kissed them again. And again and again and so on. Her arms closed into me tightly and her eyes closed .
I moved her to the bed and it was like some fiery animals in heat. She was filled with anger and I was filled with guilt and we both wanted the feelings to be consumed.
I kissed her neck and she started biting my earlobes and I kissed her lips while she pulled my hairs strongly and my arms went around her body and moving her to bed, I too got into the bed.
My knees spread around her and I moved over her and my loving wife, still teary eyed, dug my back with her fingernails, which hurt and also, I cared less about the pain and my hands started pushing her tshirt away and her hands worked on my shirt buttons. We kissed infinite times during this undressing process and my knee pushed her skirt up and my hand pushed it further up and her skirt covered her navel now and opened up her girl paradise to me.
And then, it was just few minutes when I pushed her panty away and my pants unbuttoned and unzipped. And her bra flew away and my hands cupped the fleshy right globe which was my favorite and I kissed the tip of it and she pulled my hairs again and I started sucking it like a hungry child and she let out her moans and my hand moved down to touch her wet mound and inserted the middle finger into the sloppy entrance and due to the wetness, it slid in easily and I started fingering her, while she sucked my ears and I, her breasts.
I readjusted myself and helped moving my pants further down, freeing my member in the process and my cock touched her vagina and due to the abundant wetness, it started sliding in and she opened the eyes, only to meet my eyes which came up to kiss her lips and I could see a scare in her eyes, followed by something. Hatred.
She slapped me and pushed me away and pulled the bed cover over her.
“You bastard. Trying to fuck me in the same bed where you tried offering me to another guy? How dare you? You ruined my happiness and even now, when I tried forgiving you, I can’t. Because, you were such a cunt. A cuckold.”
“Aishu.”
“Don’t ever say name. All I could sense is hatred. You are a cuckold. That’s what you wanted to be right? Yes. I read about it. I thought I could forget and forgive that. But, no I can’t. Just go away you little fucker.”
And she started sobbing and I went near he, touched her shoulders and she pulled my fingers and twisted them hard as much it would hurt and shouted.
“Damn it! Never touch me. Never ever. Just go out you mothafucking piece of shit.”
And I walked away naked, like a loser as I deserve to be, out of the bedroom and I could hear her sobs and my eyes shed tears down.
It was 3 AM, I was still awake and I went inside the room for a piss and I was stunned to see the PC was on and it was playing some porn video of a foreigner fucking an Indian girl like a whore and Aishu fingering herself hard with the moans and half closed eyes. Damn. She has never fingered herself, she would only do something in her own way, without touching herself.
She sensed the sound and turned to look at me. And her eyes looked strange as if she has transformed to someone else and she turned again to the screen and resumed fingering. With heavy moans and words.
“Yes. Fuck me. Fuck me. Fuck me like a real man.”
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(POV – Ajju)
It’s all fucked up. My whole life. Completely, entirely fucked up.
My loving wife, who I came to just know, has even pushed her carnal desires and came clean for me from Shimla and I made the same person to shag another guy in front of my own eyes. Damn. I felt bad. Worst. Disgusted.
I came out of the hall and sat in the corner of the room near a shoe stand and started whimpering thinking about what all I have did and whimper grew into tears and I wasn’t able to control the tears.
“Bang!”
The door to the bed room closed and along with it, my rights to be a proper husband. I sat there for some more time and crawled up in the floor and slept.
The night passed with intermittent sleep and gibberish nightmares and when the sun rose, I was completely awake.
Calling bell sounded by 6 and I knew it was the milk boy and I got the milk pocket from him and noted the bedroom door was still locked. I walked past it to the kitchen with heavyset eyes and boiled the milk and started preparing the breakfast myself with the rice flour.
When I was almost completing the breakfast, I heard the door open and I stood heads down with no strength to see her face. I was able to hear Aishu walking towards the kitchen and crossing me, nearing the fridge and she drank some water and she passed away again. Ignoring me as if I was not even there.
She walked here and there and after a while she came out and I grew up some balls and called her name,
“Aishu..”
She turned and gave me a look. A kind of look none would ever wanna see in your wife’s eyes.
“You can’t even use my name. You lost that place already. You are still here as I don’t want neighbours to know about you or things that happened. Don’t take advantage because of this. Just leave.”
“I am sorry Aishu.”
She gave me a sharp look again and said, “You are disgusting”, and she left for work.
That day was one of the longest days in my life. I was like a corpse walking at office with no mood to eat, smile or work or do anything at all. I was just repenting for my sins.
The same night when I came home, I found the inner prepared at the table with the bedroom door locked from inside. I knocked the door for a few times with no response and I just had to sleep in the living room again as those slippers in the entrance. And eventually I slept after a long night again.
Two days passed like this and then I found the bedroom door open when I reached home and I entered in to see my beautiful wife in an cute striped tshirt with predominant white colour and a knee length skirt. May be it’s been a while since I made love to her or that the fact I’m simply human, I felt an urge in my groin to sit along and try doing something, but, I resisted. I washed my face and came out to see our favorite song playing in the TV. The song she used to sing and the very same song I wanted her to sing to me forever during the nights.
I could feel my eyes getting moist and also, Aishu wiping her eyes. I went near her.
“Sorry Aishu”
“Why? Why? Why did you? How could you?”
She asked and started wiping her tears off but she never cried but just tears streaming down like a river. I went near and tried touching her.
“Just stop”
“Please I’m sorry.”
“Don’t touch me.”
“Please forgive me.”
Tears fell from my eyes too and it doubled up in her eyes.
“Just move Ajju.”
Ajju. How long it has been since she called me so. Just 3 days. But it felt like an eternity.
“Sorry Aishu”
I kissed her forehead. She tried pushing me away.
“I’m really sorry Aishu.”
I started moving my hands around her, hugging her into my chest. I could sense her warm tears in my chest, seeping into my shirt’s material.
“Forgive me honey”
I kissed her forehead and she still tried pushing me away, but, weaker. I kissed her eyes. Wiped the tears with my lips and fingers both.
Her arms moved around me and wrapped me tightly.
“Please dear. Forgive me.”
My teary eyes met her eyes as I kissed her wet cheeks and kissed them again. And again and again and so on. Her arms closed into me tightly and her eyes closed .
I moved her to the bed and it was like some fiery animals in heat. She was filled with anger and I was filled with guilt and we both wanted the feelings to be consumed.
I kissed her neck and she started biting my earlobes and I kissed her lips while she pulled my hairs strongly and my arms went around her body and moving her to bed, I too got into the bed.
My knees spread around her and I moved over her and my loving wife, still teary eyed, dug my back with her fingernails, which hurt and also, I cared less about the pain and my hands started pushing her tshirt away and her hands worked on my shirt buttons. We kissed infinite times during this undressing process and my knee pushed her skirt up and my hand pushed it further up and her skirt covered her navel now and opened up her girl paradise to me.
And then, it was just few minutes when I pushed her panty away and my pants unbuttoned and unzipped. And her bra flew away and my hands cupped the fleshy right globe which was my favorite and I kissed the tip of it and she pulled my hairs again and I started sucking it like a hungry child and she let out her moans and my hand moved down to touch her wet mound and inserted the middle finger into the sloppy entrance and due to the wetness, it slid in easily and I started fingering her, while she sucked my ears and I, her breasts.
I readjusted myself and helped moving my pants further down, freeing my member in the process and my cock touched her vagina and due to the abundant wetness, it started sliding in and she opened the eyes, only to meet my eyes which came up to kiss her lips and I could see a scare in her eyes, followed by something. Hatred.
She slapped me and pushed me away and pulled the bed cover over her.
“You bastard. Trying to fuck me in the same bed where you tried offering me to another guy? How dare you? You ruined my happiness and even now, when I tried forgiving you, I can’t. Because, you were such a cunt. A cuckold.”
“Aishu.”
“Don’t ever say name. All I could sense is hatred. You are a cuckold. That’s what you wanted to be right? Yes. I read about it. I thought I could forget and forgive that. But, no I can’t. Just go away you little fucker.”
And she started sobbing and I went near he, touched her shoulders and she pulled my fingers and twisted them hard as much it would hurt and shouted.
“Damn it! Never touch me. Never ever. Just go out you mothafucking piece of shit.”
And I walked away naked, like a loser as I deserve to be, out of the bedroom and I could hear her sobs and my eyes shed tears down.
It was 3 AM, I was still awake and I went inside the room for a piss and I was stunned to see the PC was on and it was playing some porn video of a foreigner fucking an Indian girl like a whore and Aishu fingering herself hard with the moans and half closed eyes. Damn. She has never fingered herself, she would only do something in her own way, without touching herself.
She sensed the sound and turned to look at me. And her eyes looked strange as if she has transformed to someone else and she turned again to the screen and resumed fingering. With heavy moans and words.
“Yes. Fuck me. Fuck me. Fuck me like a real man.”
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