09-07-2022, 12:47 AM
Chapter 54 - Frustration
(POV – Ajju)
It took all my resolve to abstain myself from hitting something there or breaking something. How can she do something like that? Showing her cleavage to coffee boy and her underarms to a helper guy and damn it, talking to him about her measurement and choice of bras.
I felt humiliated and I wanted to control my anger but I couldn’t. I turned towards her and moved near her just to notice that her saree pallu has fallen a bit down the usual neckline exposing her cleavage line much more prominent. I got even more angry and frustrated. Everything has it limit.
“AISHU!”
“Honey. Take a snap. Now.”
She said this and moved towards a handrail and kept her hand there exposing more of her shaved armpits and her visible neckline. I was about to talk back and her voice changed.
“I need the pic. NOW.”
As a loser I am, I reluctantly took my phone out of the pocket and opened the camera. As the camera was in front cam mode, I could see 3 teenage guys standing behind me, looking so intense at her and chuckling among themselves, I turned to look at them and they were giggling and seeing my wife’s neckline and I wanted to hit them in the face.
“Ajju. Take a snap na.” She cooed. But, her eyes had a glint of mischief and determination both.
I had no choice but to take the pic while knowing way better that 3 guys and much more I donno are ogling at my wife’s dusky cleavage and the clean shaved arms.
“Shall we leave?” I asked
“Wait honey. What’s the haste?”
And she turned a bit towards the handrail pushing her fleshy buttocks away from the body and keeping her elbows over the handrail, she turned towards me and said, “Now take a snap.”
Her eyes looked like determined and aggressive.
I had no choice but to take the pic and I couldn’t help but notice that her ass was pushed sexily with the help of her heels and more of the cleavage and one side of her boobs were visible more due to the falling pallu and her whole pose was seductive.
Now, I could almost hear the comments of those guys and I was so sure those guys are going to make my wife, their fantasy girl for tonight’s masturbation session.
As I was taking the pic, I was able to remember the similar incidents that happened some time ago, where I took her to theatre and a guy watching and commenting bad about her made me horny. But, now when she is compelling me to do something, I feel disgusted and wanted to run away from all of this.
With all the anger growing inside me and my own inability to speak against her for my past deeds, I bit my teeth and let out a low voiced hiss, “Shall we leave?”
And about the same time, one guy from behind spoke something about getting late for a movie and they started moving and I could see a dash in Aishu’s eyes the sametime.
“Change of plans. We are going to movie.”
“What??”
“Yes. I wanna go. “
“What movie?”
“I don’t care. Some movie.”
And I like a robot moved towards the mall’s Luxe cinemas, a modern era cinema hall and obtained us two tickets for a latest hindi movie. Our seat was in middle row as it was last minute booking and also there were no couple seats available at the screen too. Aishu walked inside leading me and all the while in silence as if I am some stranger and took her seat and I sat next to her. After few minutes a guy in his 20s probably walked inside and sat next to her and another two guys in almost 40s came and sat next to me.
The movie began and to my irritation the movie had no subtitles and so I was not able to understand anything that happened. The seat was very comfortable and Aishu was leaning on the seat with her legs crossed and she seemed to have adjusted her saree properly but, in sometime it came down again. May be blame the saree’s material.
I at times saw her nearby guy who has come alone to the theatre ogling at her and turning when I saw him. Irritation to irritation follows me I thought myself and sat still.
Then came a song that was taken in snow-clad alps with the hero in his full covered jacket and the heroine in her 2 piece suit kissing each other and hero’s arms resting in heroine’s hip. And this snow filled screen made the hall brighter and as we were in middle, the light illuminated on us too. And then it happened.
I felt a hand in my thigh and it belonged to my beautiful wife who doesn’t talk to me anymore. I thought it was an accident and she disproved it by drawing some lines in my thighs over the jeans and moving her hands slightly upper and upper. I felt a chill go through my spine and I felt horny as hell as it has been a while since she touched me like this.
I turned to look at her and her head was bent down and I couldn’t see her face but it was rather clear that the guy next to her is watching her hands. I felt embarrassed to let her touch me first and not initiating the touch. As a man, I should have started this but, only God knew, she got horny in the atmosphere.
I slightly touched her visible arms in the sleeveless blouse and moved my hands towards her shoulders and her other hand touched mine and twisted my fingers as much it hurt.
“Ah”
“Don’t you dare touch me you pervert.” She hissed inside my ear. I was dumbfound. After this again her hands moved towards my thighs and started rubbing my thighs. I was confused. She touches me and makes me horny but, can’t I touch her?
And the very moment, she moved from her seat towards mine and I could see her cleavage in the proximity and the smell of her and her perfume combined. I could feel the middle aged man near me looking at her too and her other hand moved towards my cheek and rubbed it and her lips came near mine.
I could feel the shiver on me and I went nearby as reflex and suddenly her lips touched mine and she took the lip inside hers and started kissing and as I thought, my penis turned rock hard and started growing. Her other hand still rubbed the thigh and moved towards my zip started touching the area over the jeans.
As this was happening, I could feel 2 pair of eyes, may be 3 pairs of eyes, were on us and I’m sure they must be getting hard-on too. Her perfume smell was all around and the 20s guy near her must be seeing the deep cut blouse from behind and her shaped ass in seating while, the other man must be seeing her cleavage a bit and our cuddling and kissing.
But, I wasn’t caring about who watched. My long hiatus away from sex made my body turn like a boiler and I touched her hip and started nibbling her navel with my fingers and I started touching her shoulders and moved my hands closer to hug her.
And, She bit my lips hard and I had to suppress the scream from others hearing me and she bit it real hard and she took her hands away immediately and moved away from me and looked at me.
I could see the beautiful eyes of her staring at me and deep inside and she opened my mouth and spoke, this time louder and audible to both guys near me and her.
“Even after all this your penis hasn’t woke up?”
“What?”
“Shit. I must have married a real man with a real cock.”
“Ais..”
“Stop it. Please stop it. I wore such a slutty dress for you and I never care who saw me and let you hold my breasts and play with my navel.”
“…”
“I even kissed you hard and shook your limp penis for almost 5 minutes and no change. No change at all.”
“What are you..”
“Don’t talk. I must have married a man. Real man. Not a wimp like you. You cheated me with your useless cock that I sleep every night crying.”
“Hey.”
“Why do you marry? Why should a man like you marry and hurt your wife? When you are made like this. Get lost.”
She shouted and stood up and started walking. The guys around me started looking at me and I had to walk out with bent head, hurt like anything and embarrassed. And I know her last line was not the act but real words from her heart. And it hurt me more and I walked faster to move away from the theater and people as far as possible.
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(POV – Ajju)
It took all my resolve to abstain myself from hitting something there or breaking something. How can she do something like that? Showing her cleavage to coffee boy and her underarms to a helper guy and damn it, talking to him about her measurement and choice of bras.
I felt humiliated and I wanted to control my anger but I couldn’t. I turned towards her and moved near her just to notice that her saree pallu has fallen a bit down the usual neckline exposing her cleavage line much more prominent. I got even more angry and frustrated. Everything has it limit.
“AISHU!”
“Honey. Take a snap. Now.”
She said this and moved towards a handrail and kept her hand there exposing more of her shaved armpits and her visible neckline. I was about to talk back and her voice changed.
“I need the pic. NOW.”
As a loser I am, I reluctantly took my phone out of the pocket and opened the camera. As the camera was in front cam mode, I could see 3 teenage guys standing behind me, looking so intense at her and chuckling among themselves, I turned to look at them and they were giggling and seeing my wife’s neckline and I wanted to hit them in the face.
“Ajju. Take a snap na.” She cooed. But, her eyes had a glint of mischief and determination both.
I had no choice but to take the pic while knowing way better that 3 guys and much more I donno are ogling at my wife’s dusky cleavage and the clean shaved arms.
“Shall we leave?” I asked
“Wait honey. What’s the haste?”
And she turned a bit towards the handrail pushing her fleshy buttocks away from the body and keeping her elbows over the handrail, she turned towards me and said, “Now take a snap.”
Her eyes looked like determined and aggressive.
I had no choice but to take the pic and I couldn’t help but notice that her ass was pushed sexily with the help of her heels and more of the cleavage and one side of her boobs were visible more due to the falling pallu and her whole pose was seductive.
Now, I could almost hear the comments of those guys and I was so sure those guys are going to make my wife, their fantasy girl for tonight’s masturbation session.
As I was taking the pic, I was able to remember the similar incidents that happened some time ago, where I took her to theatre and a guy watching and commenting bad about her made me horny. But, now when she is compelling me to do something, I feel disgusted and wanted to run away from all of this.
With all the anger growing inside me and my own inability to speak against her for my past deeds, I bit my teeth and let out a low voiced hiss, “Shall we leave?”
And about the same time, one guy from behind spoke something about getting late for a movie and they started moving and I could see a dash in Aishu’s eyes the sametime.
“Change of plans. We are going to movie.”
“What??”
“Yes. I wanna go. “
“What movie?”
“I don’t care. Some movie.”
And I like a robot moved towards the mall’s Luxe cinemas, a modern era cinema hall and obtained us two tickets for a latest hindi movie. Our seat was in middle row as it was last minute booking and also there were no couple seats available at the screen too. Aishu walked inside leading me and all the while in silence as if I am some stranger and took her seat and I sat next to her. After few minutes a guy in his 20s probably walked inside and sat next to her and another two guys in almost 40s came and sat next to me.
The movie began and to my irritation the movie had no subtitles and so I was not able to understand anything that happened. The seat was very comfortable and Aishu was leaning on the seat with her legs crossed and she seemed to have adjusted her saree properly but, in sometime it came down again. May be blame the saree’s material.
I at times saw her nearby guy who has come alone to the theatre ogling at her and turning when I saw him. Irritation to irritation follows me I thought myself and sat still.
Then came a song that was taken in snow-clad alps with the hero in his full covered jacket and the heroine in her 2 piece suit kissing each other and hero’s arms resting in heroine’s hip. And this snow filled screen made the hall brighter and as we were in middle, the light illuminated on us too. And then it happened.
I felt a hand in my thigh and it belonged to my beautiful wife who doesn’t talk to me anymore. I thought it was an accident and she disproved it by drawing some lines in my thighs over the jeans and moving her hands slightly upper and upper. I felt a chill go through my spine and I felt horny as hell as it has been a while since she touched me like this.
I turned to look at her and her head was bent down and I couldn’t see her face but it was rather clear that the guy next to her is watching her hands. I felt embarrassed to let her touch me first and not initiating the touch. As a man, I should have started this but, only God knew, she got horny in the atmosphere.
I slightly touched her visible arms in the sleeveless blouse and moved my hands towards her shoulders and her other hand touched mine and twisted my fingers as much it hurt.
“Ah”
“Don’t you dare touch me you pervert.” She hissed inside my ear. I was dumbfound. After this again her hands moved towards my thighs and started rubbing my thighs. I was confused. She touches me and makes me horny but, can’t I touch her?
And the very moment, she moved from her seat towards mine and I could see her cleavage in the proximity and the smell of her and her perfume combined. I could feel the middle aged man near me looking at her too and her other hand moved towards my cheek and rubbed it and her lips came near mine.
I could feel the shiver on me and I went nearby as reflex and suddenly her lips touched mine and she took the lip inside hers and started kissing and as I thought, my penis turned rock hard and started growing. Her other hand still rubbed the thigh and moved towards my zip started touching the area over the jeans.
As this was happening, I could feel 2 pair of eyes, may be 3 pairs of eyes, were on us and I’m sure they must be getting hard-on too. Her perfume smell was all around and the 20s guy near her must be seeing the deep cut blouse from behind and her shaped ass in seating while, the other man must be seeing her cleavage a bit and our cuddling and kissing.
But, I wasn’t caring about who watched. My long hiatus away from sex made my body turn like a boiler and I touched her hip and started nibbling her navel with my fingers and I started touching her shoulders and moved my hands closer to hug her.
And, She bit my lips hard and I had to suppress the scream from others hearing me and she bit it real hard and she took her hands away immediately and moved away from me and looked at me.
I could see the beautiful eyes of her staring at me and deep inside and she opened my mouth and spoke, this time louder and audible to both guys near me and her.
“Even after all this your penis hasn’t woke up?”
“What?”
“Shit. I must have married a real man with a real cock.”
“Ais..”
“Stop it. Please stop it. I wore such a slutty dress for you and I never care who saw me and let you hold my breasts and play with my navel.”
“…”
“I even kissed you hard and shook your limp penis for almost 5 minutes and no change. No change at all.”
“What are you..”
“Don’t talk. I must have married a man. Real man. Not a wimp like you. You cheated me with your useless cock that I sleep every night crying.”
“Hey.”
“Why do you marry? Why should a man like you marry and hurt your wife? When you are made like this. Get lost.”
She shouted and stood up and started walking. The guys around me started looking at me and I had to walk out with bent head, hurt like anything and embarrassed. And I know her last line was not the act but real words from her heart. And it hurt me more and I walked faster to move away from the theater and people as far as possible.
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