09-07-2022, 12:49 AM
Chapter 55 – Disappointments
(POV – Aishu)
I was angry on myself. I really was. None might believe me after all those things that I did today. But, as I walked out of theater and saw Ajju coming behind all embarrassed, humiliated and defeated, I even felt sorry for him but, one thing I did know is he brought this to himself. His deeds lead to his current predicament.
I silently walked to the parking and stood near the car and he came few seconds later and opened the car. The whole ride back we were silent and I could see the hurt and anger in his eyes and face. I felt pity and thought enough is enough. I shall be done with this today and we will begin things fresh from tomorrow. Even the thought of putting an end to this chapter of our life felt so good and I even let out a small smile in my lips which Ajju saw and his lips tightened more in anger. I giggled again thinking how naïve he is and to solve things back at home.
After travelling through Chennai traffic, Home arrived and I got in and he parked the car and got behind me.
As soon as he entered home and locked the door, I went near him and opened my mouth.
“Hey”
Pat.
I was shocked and even about to fall down. He has slapped me. It took me few seconds to balance myself and understand what he did. I could feel the tears welling up and the stinging pain in my cheeks.
“How dare you?”
“…”
“How can I even think of doing that? Talking about my manhood and my abilities before strangers and lying about it.”
“Hey”
“Just stop Slut.”
Saying this he pulled my saree which in turn pulled the safety pin attached to the blouse and the force caused my blouse to tear up, exposing more of my shoulders and he caught hold of my hand in his other hand and tightened the grip, in the process, hurting my hand.
“Hey leave me.”
“Leave you? Why should I leave you?”
He pushed me down on the floor and he too pulled himself down and the chillness of the floor hit my open back in the blouse.
He now positioned himself as if he sitting over me but his bum was in air and caught hold of my both hands with his one hand and lifted my face with other hand to look at him.
“Look at me. You fool. You know how I felt when you said all those things? That too what I hold precious and important. Damn you.”
His hands started forcibly unhooking my blouse exposing my costly bra in the process and along with it 1/3rd of my bunnies. I tried protesting and pushing him but his hand was tightly holding me.
“And you are trying to bite my lips. I will show you the taste of your own medicine now.”
Saying this, He bent down and took my lips inside his and while I tried to protest, the old wife in me started liking this. My husband is getting angry about other men seeing me and me flaunting my assets to strangers. He has never did that but now he has even slapped me. Only now he proves he is my husband and I felt so good being under him but, I tried not to show my happiness much.
As he bent down and kissed, he was now sitting over my thighs and I could not bear his weight and the thighs pained but even then, I bear the pain and felt happy about the current turnarounds.
And slowly he started biting my lower lips, lighter and lighter and a bit heavy. He chewed my lips like pan inside his mouth and his hands moved to touch my bra covered boobies and he started crushing them. The crush wasn’t soft but rough and was of a man who was angry and desperate. It felt like a man. I felt so horny now that I widened my legs to let go the wetness out of my oozing pussy without his knowledge.
And after 30 seconds of biting my lip and hurting it, he straightened himself and asked, “How do you feel now? It hurts eh? The same way it hurt me?”
I just nodded yes with my face still angry and grim outwards. I wanted to push him now over me again and kiss his lips and wanted to give other many kisses in face and say , “Let’s start things fresh honey.”
Before I could do anything or release my hands, he continued talking.
“Not only in theatre, but you showed your cleavage and spoke about your cup size to some strangers and teenage boys and they were ogling as if they wanna eat or bang you in the same place. How the hell? But, I left even that out as I know beauty has to be exposed rather than saved. But, in theatre, you made me the angriest man and you are going to pay for it.”
Beauty is to be exposed? What is he talking? I felt irritated by the way he is talking now. If yes, then was he only angry for what I said about his dick not getting a hard-on and is he ok with strangers seeing my cleavage and sexy positions and later masturbate. I could feel my heart getting hardened again and he put a seal to it once for all.
“What the hell I did? Showed your pics to strangers. That’s all. All were foreigners and one guy was able to understand me and my feelings so, I spoke with him. After all you are my property and why shouldn’t I share your pics with other?”
I was mad as hell and still waited for him to complete his fucking monologue. What a wimp. I felt terribly numb.
“Ya, Ya. I accept it was a bit too much bringing a guy to home. But, I was weak then and did a mistake. After all, it was my fantasy from the days we were in love. So, when obtained a chance, I tried for it. But, in return, you will do all this? And hurt me and my feelings? Damn you. Damn you slut. I will show you who I am. “
He tore the blouse in a go and pulled my bra up with the hooks still on and tightening my flesh he started sucking my boob and occasionally, making teeth marks. But, the pain of his teeth was nothing compare to what he spoke about now. I thought he realized his mistakes but, he isn’t one to realize his mistakes unless really punished. He has shared my pics not only with that guy but many others too and he is proud about it and saying that I am his property. But, I should show him wife isn’t a property but a partner. No no. I must show him what a piece of shit he is and make him my property. My slave.
“Ajju.”
He stopped sucking and lifted his head to see me.
“Please come near me. I need to say you something.”
He moved forward and came near my face.
“What?”
Thuuu.
I spit in his face and as he was busy sucking, my hands were free and I pushed him away and kicked his groin in a faster motion and he twisted his face in pain.
“What? I am your property? So, You can share my pics, let others touch me and will even share me. Who knows, you might even sell me for a price. “
He was catching his hurt balls as the kick’s force was huge and tried to reply something and I stood and sat in the sofa and looked at him and spit again over him. His anger and twisted face has long gone and there was a bit scare in his face and the realization of what he did and what he spoke.
“Sorry Aishu.”
“Sorry? No no no. you aren’t sorry. I thought you are but, I am a fool.Even today, you actually never minded about strangers looking at your wife’s cleavage and thinking all possible evil thoughts about me. And you even try justifying you sharing me.”
“No.”, He gave out a small sound.
I stood up with my saree completely undressed and bra lifted and blouse torn. I then looked at him and corrected my bra, throw away my blouse at his face and said,
“Come inside the bedroom. Fucker.”
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(POV – Aishu)
I was angry on myself. I really was. None might believe me after all those things that I did today. But, as I walked out of theater and saw Ajju coming behind all embarrassed, humiliated and defeated, I even felt sorry for him but, one thing I did know is he brought this to himself. His deeds lead to his current predicament.
I silently walked to the parking and stood near the car and he came few seconds later and opened the car. The whole ride back we were silent and I could see the hurt and anger in his eyes and face. I felt pity and thought enough is enough. I shall be done with this today and we will begin things fresh from tomorrow. Even the thought of putting an end to this chapter of our life felt so good and I even let out a small smile in my lips which Ajju saw and his lips tightened more in anger. I giggled again thinking how naïve he is and to solve things back at home.
After travelling through Chennai traffic, Home arrived and I got in and he parked the car and got behind me.
As soon as he entered home and locked the door, I went near him and opened my mouth.
“Hey”
Pat.
I was shocked and even about to fall down. He has slapped me. It took me few seconds to balance myself and understand what he did. I could feel the tears welling up and the stinging pain in my cheeks.
“How dare you?”
“…”
“How can I even think of doing that? Talking about my manhood and my abilities before strangers and lying about it.”
“Hey”
“Just stop Slut.”
Saying this he pulled my saree which in turn pulled the safety pin attached to the blouse and the force caused my blouse to tear up, exposing more of my shoulders and he caught hold of my hand in his other hand and tightened the grip, in the process, hurting my hand.
“Hey leave me.”
“Leave you? Why should I leave you?”
He pushed me down on the floor and he too pulled himself down and the chillness of the floor hit my open back in the blouse.
He now positioned himself as if he sitting over me but his bum was in air and caught hold of my both hands with his one hand and lifted my face with other hand to look at him.
“Look at me. You fool. You know how I felt when you said all those things? That too what I hold precious and important. Damn you.”
His hands started forcibly unhooking my blouse exposing my costly bra in the process and along with it 1/3rd of my bunnies. I tried protesting and pushing him but his hand was tightly holding me.
“And you are trying to bite my lips. I will show you the taste of your own medicine now.”
Saying this, He bent down and took my lips inside his and while I tried to protest, the old wife in me started liking this. My husband is getting angry about other men seeing me and me flaunting my assets to strangers. He has never did that but now he has even slapped me. Only now he proves he is my husband and I felt so good being under him but, I tried not to show my happiness much.
As he bent down and kissed, he was now sitting over my thighs and I could not bear his weight and the thighs pained but even then, I bear the pain and felt happy about the current turnarounds.
And slowly he started biting my lower lips, lighter and lighter and a bit heavy. He chewed my lips like pan inside his mouth and his hands moved to touch my bra covered boobies and he started crushing them. The crush wasn’t soft but rough and was of a man who was angry and desperate. It felt like a man. I felt so horny now that I widened my legs to let go the wetness out of my oozing pussy without his knowledge.
And after 30 seconds of biting my lip and hurting it, he straightened himself and asked, “How do you feel now? It hurts eh? The same way it hurt me?”
I just nodded yes with my face still angry and grim outwards. I wanted to push him now over me again and kiss his lips and wanted to give other many kisses in face and say , “Let’s start things fresh honey.”
Before I could do anything or release my hands, he continued talking.
“Not only in theatre, but you showed your cleavage and spoke about your cup size to some strangers and teenage boys and they were ogling as if they wanna eat or bang you in the same place. How the hell? But, I left even that out as I know beauty has to be exposed rather than saved. But, in theatre, you made me the angriest man and you are going to pay for it.”
Beauty is to be exposed? What is he talking? I felt irritated by the way he is talking now. If yes, then was he only angry for what I said about his dick not getting a hard-on and is he ok with strangers seeing my cleavage and sexy positions and later masturbate. I could feel my heart getting hardened again and he put a seal to it once for all.
“What the hell I did? Showed your pics to strangers. That’s all. All were foreigners and one guy was able to understand me and my feelings so, I spoke with him. After all you are my property and why shouldn’t I share your pics with other?”
I was mad as hell and still waited for him to complete his fucking monologue. What a wimp. I felt terribly numb.
“Ya, Ya. I accept it was a bit too much bringing a guy to home. But, I was weak then and did a mistake. After all, it was my fantasy from the days we were in love. So, when obtained a chance, I tried for it. But, in return, you will do all this? And hurt me and my feelings? Damn you. Damn you slut. I will show you who I am. “
He tore the blouse in a go and pulled my bra up with the hooks still on and tightening my flesh he started sucking my boob and occasionally, making teeth marks. But, the pain of his teeth was nothing compare to what he spoke about now. I thought he realized his mistakes but, he isn’t one to realize his mistakes unless really punished. He has shared my pics not only with that guy but many others too and he is proud about it and saying that I am his property. But, I should show him wife isn’t a property but a partner. No no. I must show him what a piece of shit he is and make him my property. My slave.
“Ajju.”
He stopped sucking and lifted his head to see me.
“Please come near me. I need to say you something.”
He moved forward and came near my face.
“What?”
Thuuu.
I spit in his face and as he was busy sucking, my hands were free and I pushed him away and kicked his groin in a faster motion and he twisted his face in pain.
“What? I am your property? So, You can share my pics, let others touch me and will even share me. Who knows, you might even sell me for a price. “
He was catching his hurt balls as the kick’s force was huge and tried to reply something and I stood and sat in the sofa and looked at him and spit again over him. His anger and twisted face has long gone and there was a bit scare in his face and the realization of what he did and what he spoke.
“Sorry Aishu.”
“Sorry? No no no. you aren’t sorry. I thought you are but, I am a fool.Even today, you actually never minded about strangers looking at your wife’s cleavage and thinking all possible evil thoughts about me. And you even try justifying you sharing me.”
“No.”, He gave out a small sound.
I stood up with my saree completely undressed and bra lifted and blouse torn. I then looked at him and corrected my bra, throw away my blouse at his face and said,
“Come inside the bedroom. Fucker.”
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