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Chapter 56 – Making of a you-know-who
(POV – Ajju)
What a fucking piece of shit I am? How did I turn out be this bad? I got a wife like an angel who loved me and showered me with happiness. And who was beautiful with amazing features and cute face and who every guy will be happy to have. But, she stayed with me through all my stupidities and shortcomings. I was not an ideal looking man but, she treated me like one. She always have treated me as if her gift.
But, today she spit on my face.
And everything is because of me. My stupid fantasies. Stupid question that came long back while reading a story. What will others think of my GF/Wife? Will they think she is beautiful? Will men be jealous on me that I got a beautiful wife? Will they get aroused by seeing her? Or others will think it is another man’s wife?
All the questions above I had them for a long while and certain stories on such topics where men try convincing wife for a change, to include someone else always made me horny. Even then,I was scared by certain stories where after getting another real man better than husband, wife changes and humiliates the husband along with the new found lover(s).
I must have stopped with just questions. Fantasy is one thing and reality is entirely different. I dig up a hole for me by reading such wife sharing or wife cheating stories and pushed myself inside it when I chatted and shared pics of my precious love and finally, by today’s justification of things, as if it is normal, I covered myself in mud and closed my grave.
Aishu went inside the bedroom and called me in as she went. I felt scared and my heart started beating as I realized what all I spoke and as I entered. She went inside the bathroom and just gave me a fleeting look. As if looking at a worm.
She came 3 minutes later in a tight fitting tshirt with her nipples poking in it proving that she is not wearing any bra and a tight pants. The chillness in the room due to AC was making me tremble and Aishu came and lied to the bed. There was some resolve and peace in her looks.
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“Come here. Sit in the corner and take my legs.”
I moved slowly and followed what she asked. I would have even jumped from Gemini Bridge today if she said. I wanted to do things she ask and make her happy and make her forgive me.
As I started pressing her legs, she got few pillows for her back and sat inclined in them and was just looking at me. I tried avoiding her eyes and also, my guilt repeating what all I said and did to her today. I even slapped her.
“Remove your shirt.”
I looked at her. She was just staring at me. I removed my shirt and my bare body made me tremble in the cool temperature. She reduced 2 degrees and increased the cool temperature of the room.
I started trembling but was still pressing her legs.
“Have you tried showing your pics to random girls?”
“…”
“Reply you bloody bastard.”
“No.”
“Why?”
“…”
“Is it because no girl will look at you more than once and you are such a loser?”
“…”
“So, that’s the reason.”
“You know what my fantasy was?”
I just nodded no. I knew a lot of her fantasies. But, I was not about to say anything wrong. Again.
“I wanted a real man. Tall and fit and handsome. Is that you?”
I nodded no again.
“But, did I try pursuing other men after seeing you? No. Because I am good. And you are a fucking pig.”
“…”
“Press harder you wuss. Don’t you have strength? You are male right?”
I pressed harder. I deserved this.
“I have a doubt. “
I just looked at her. Her right leg moved up and touched my nose and my mosuatche. I just looked at her without blinking. I wanted to say her to stop. But, my fear stopped me.
“Why do you have a moustache?”
“….”
“Only real men should have moustache. The kind that breaks arms of guys who touch their wife or hurt the eye of men ogling at her photos even. Not wimp like you who shares pics of your wife in internet and asking people to comment on her. One day or other, I will make you take the moustache and apply some turmeric to stop it from growing again.”
“…”
“Say ok you wimp.”
“Ok” I said feebly. I wanted to run away. I wanted to scold her to stop. But, she is just giving me a taste of my own medicine.
“What’s your size wimp?”
“Please Aishu.”
“Just answer my question.”
“7 inches.”
“I think you are lied to me saying that’s one big size for Indian men. Do you wanna know why I say so?”
“Aishu please stop it.” I said in a begging tone.
“Because, You know Ravi? Sandy? My manager and colleague. They both tried pushing theirs over mine. Over the dress. And I could feel they must be huge. Huge than yours. “
She moved her legs to give a soft kick to my dick. It was soft than ever in fear.
“I wanna ask something else to you.”
“Aishu pls lets stop it.”
“Stop calling me Aishu. My body is burning if you say my name in your voice. Call me Madam. “
“Aishu.”
She gave a light kick again to my chest. I just kept mum not to call her like that.
“Good. Now I will ask my question. What would you have done if that guy you brought wanted to fuck me?”
“Please.”
“Say please madam.”
“No.”
“Then, reply.”
I kept quiet again. I felt bad and I tried moving.
“Stay still and reply.”
I felt so stressed and just replied in irritation. “I donno.”
“Oh! So you wouldn’t have stopped him? And your answer is you donno. So there is a bigger probability that, you would have let him fuck me. Your own wife in our own bed and I am sure you would be wanking your wimp dick looking at me. You will have greater happiness? Making your wife happy by letting real man with fit body fuck her while you watch”
“No Aishu. Please stop it. Please. I am sorry “
“Don’t ask sorry to me. Without feeling sorry. I should have let him fuck me. Or even worse someone from your office, some guy who is working under you to fuck me while you stand there and watch.”
“Pleaseee. STOP IT.”
“Sit in the floor.”
“What? Why?”
“Don’t ask me questions.”
I moved down to the cold floor with no shirt on.
“Kneel down and tie your hand back. “
“No. Why?”
“JUST DO IT YOU BASTARD”
I knelt down and I had a bad feeling.
She stood near me and in quick motion removed her tracks exposing her pussy with dense hairs. I was confused. She split her legs a bit wide exposing the cunt and the aroma surrounded the air.
“Come here and lick it. But, should not remove the tied up hands. But, must lick it neat and clear and remember, hereafter you can only lick my pussy and do nothing more unless I say you. Do it.”
She gave me a slap as I hesitated.
“This is how a slap should be wuss. Lick now.”
I moved near and started licking it over the hairs and as my hands were tied behind I couldn’t find balance and moved here and there and she in a forced kept her hand over the back of my head and pushed it to her cunt tight and told me.
“Lick it like a good slave dog you wuss. “
I kept on licking with short of air as she pushed the head and she became a lot wet. May be due to the fact her cunt is used after a longtime. Even I started liking it and my manhood woke up after a while.
“Remember you are not at all a man anymore. But my servant who deserves punishments. Lick it off.”
I still licked and increased speed as she pushed my head and moaned. And then she said it.
“Today it is just my pussy. One day or other, It will be my pussy after some real man has used it and made it wide and wet and filled with both juices. And you will be still the same wuss who shared his wife’s pics to internet and will lick my used pussy clean and neat. Be prepared.”
(POV – Ajju)
What a fucking piece of shit I am? How did I turn out be this bad? I got a wife like an angel who loved me and showered me with happiness. And who was beautiful with amazing features and cute face and who every guy will be happy to have. But, she stayed with me through all my stupidities and shortcomings. I was not an ideal looking man but, she treated me like one. She always have treated me as if her gift.
But, today she spit on my face.
And everything is because of me. My stupid fantasies. Stupid question that came long back while reading a story. What will others think of my GF/Wife? Will they think she is beautiful? Will men be jealous on me that I got a beautiful wife? Will they get aroused by seeing her? Or others will think it is another man’s wife?
All the questions above I had them for a long while and certain stories on such topics where men try convincing wife for a change, to include someone else always made me horny. Even then,I was scared by certain stories where after getting another real man better than husband, wife changes and humiliates the husband along with the new found lover(s).
I must have stopped with just questions. Fantasy is one thing and reality is entirely different. I dig up a hole for me by reading such wife sharing or wife cheating stories and pushed myself inside it when I chatted and shared pics of my precious love and finally, by today’s justification of things, as if it is normal, I covered myself in mud and closed my grave.
Aishu went inside the bedroom and called me in as she went. I felt scared and my heart started beating as I realized what all I spoke and as I entered. She went inside the bathroom and just gave me a fleeting look. As if looking at a worm.
She came 3 minutes later in a tight fitting tshirt with her nipples poking in it proving that she is not wearing any bra and a tight pants. The chillness in the room due to AC was making me tremble and Aishu came and lied to the bed. There was some resolve and peace in her looks.
“Come here. Sit in the corner and take my legs.”
I moved slowly and followed what she asked. I would have even jumped from Gemini Bridge today if she said. I wanted to do things she ask and make her happy and make her forgive me.
As I started pressing her legs, she got few pillows for her back and sat inclined in them and was just looking at me. I tried avoiding her eyes and also, my guilt repeating what all I said and did to her today. I even slapped her.
“Remove your shirt.”
I looked at her. She was just staring at me. I removed my shirt and my bare body made me tremble in the cool temperature. She reduced 2 degrees and increased the cool temperature of the room.
I started trembling but was still pressing her legs.
“Have you tried showing your pics to random girls?”
“…”
“Reply you bloody bastard.”
“No.”
“Why?”
“…”
“Is it because no girl will look at you more than once and you are such a loser?”
“…”
“So, that’s the reason.”
“You know what my fantasy was?”
I just nodded no. I knew a lot of her fantasies. But, I was not about to say anything wrong. Again.
“I wanted a real man. Tall and fit and handsome. Is that you?”
I nodded no again.
“But, did I try pursuing other men after seeing you? No. Because I am good. And you are a fucking pig.”
“…”
“Press harder you wuss. Don’t you have strength? You are male right?”
I pressed harder. I deserved this.
“I have a doubt. “
I just looked at her. Her right leg moved up and touched my nose and my mosuatche. I just looked at her without blinking. I wanted to say her to stop. But, my fear stopped me.
“Why do you have a moustache?”
“….”
“Only real men should have moustache. The kind that breaks arms of guys who touch their wife or hurt the eye of men ogling at her photos even. Not wimp like you who shares pics of your wife in internet and asking people to comment on her. One day or other, I will make you take the moustache and apply some turmeric to stop it from growing again.”
“…”
“Say ok you wimp.”
“Ok” I said feebly. I wanted to run away. I wanted to scold her to stop. But, she is just giving me a taste of my own medicine.
“What’s your size wimp?”
“Please Aishu.”
“Just answer my question.”
“7 inches.”
“I think you are lied to me saying that’s one big size for Indian men. Do you wanna know why I say so?”
“Aishu please stop it.” I said in a begging tone.
“Because, You know Ravi? Sandy? My manager and colleague. They both tried pushing theirs over mine. Over the dress. And I could feel they must be huge. Huge than yours. “
She moved her legs to give a soft kick to my dick. It was soft than ever in fear.
“I wanna ask something else to you.”
“Aishu pls lets stop it.”
“Stop calling me Aishu. My body is burning if you say my name in your voice. Call me Madam. “
“Aishu.”
She gave a light kick again to my chest. I just kept mum not to call her like that.
“Good. Now I will ask my question. What would you have done if that guy you brought wanted to fuck me?”
“Please.”
“Say please madam.”
“No.”
“Then, reply.”
I kept quiet again. I felt bad and I tried moving.
“Stay still and reply.”
I felt so stressed and just replied in irritation. “I donno.”
“Oh! So you wouldn’t have stopped him? And your answer is you donno. So there is a bigger probability that, you would have let him fuck me. Your own wife in our own bed and I am sure you would be wanking your wimp dick looking at me. You will have greater happiness? Making your wife happy by letting real man with fit body fuck her while you watch”
“No Aishu. Please stop it. Please. I am sorry “
“Don’t ask sorry to me. Without feeling sorry. I should have let him fuck me. Or even worse someone from your office, some guy who is working under you to fuck me while you stand there and watch.”
“Pleaseee. STOP IT.”
“Sit in the floor.”
“What? Why?”
“Don’t ask me questions.”
I moved down to the cold floor with no shirt on.
“Kneel down and tie your hand back. “
“No. Why?”
“JUST DO IT YOU BASTARD”
I knelt down and I had a bad feeling.
She stood near me and in quick motion removed her tracks exposing her pussy with dense hairs. I was confused. She split her legs a bit wide exposing the cunt and the aroma surrounded the air.
“Come here and lick it. But, should not remove the tied up hands. But, must lick it neat and clear and remember, hereafter you can only lick my pussy and do nothing more unless I say you. Do it.”
She gave me a slap as I hesitated.
“This is how a slap should be wuss. Lick now.”
I moved near and started licking it over the hairs and as my hands were tied behind I couldn’t find balance and moved here and there and she in a forced kept her hand over the back of my head and pushed it to her cunt tight and told me.
“Lick it like a good slave dog you wuss. “
I kept on licking with short of air as she pushed the head and she became a lot wet. May be due to the fact her cunt is used after a longtime. Even I started liking it and my manhood woke up after a while.
“Remember you are not at all a man anymore. But my servant who deserves punishments. Lick it off.”
I still licked and increased speed as she pushed my head and moaned. And then she said it.
“Today it is just my pussy. One day or other, It will be my pussy after some real man has used it and made it wide and wet and filled with both juices. And you will be still the same wuss who shared his wife’s pics to internet and will lick my used pussy clean and neat. Be prepared.”
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