Adultery Not an usual couple story

[Mylife4u]

Chapter 58 –The Sky is falling
(POV – Ajju)

Mistakes maketh a man.

That’s how I used to convince my conscience whenever it tells me that something I did is wrong. But, all that convincing was bunch of ugly lies and I realized it now. None of you who read it will understand. The pain of being humiliated by your wife and to pierced with sharp questions of your previous choices and the worst part, all these things happening while you are kneeling down before her and getting slapped for the wrong answers.

All these thoughts made me feel disgusted of me and I resumed the work she assigned to me. Washing her soiled undies. As I kept on washing chiding myself of my mistakes and wishing that the day ends soon, the washroom door was jarred open and she stood out.

Oh my fucking World!

She stood there in a white and black single piece dress that barely covered her upper thighs and with her curly hair opened up and a dark shade of red in her lips with kajal in eyes, she looked mesmerizing, lovely and fucking hot. In spite of my current situation, I could feel the jerk inside my briefs and it started shrinking again as she started speaking.

“Enough my dear pimp. Get yourself into some stupid dress of yours and get ready, we are going out somewhere.”

“Where?”

Her expressions changed and she replied.

“None of your fucking business. Just get ready in 5 minutes. You needn’t even try hard to wear something good. As none is going to look at you anyway.”

I stood and washed my hands from the soap water and started walking and she called me.

“You!”

I turned and she said, “As soon as we come back, wash the remaining. Now go.”

She is going too much overboard and I donno when I might get real frustrated and things get out of control. I am actually someone who gets so angry for valid reasons but now, all I have is guilt and fear rather than anything else. I wondered why I have become like this and got myself into a jeans and shirt wondering where is this going to lead and came out to see her sitting crossed legs in the sofa, looking into her mobile.

She saw me and murmured, “As usual, tasteless dress selection. Nothing can be done. Get the car ready.”

And she got into the car and sat behind, rather than sitting in front and I remembered, what I used to say if she sits behind.

“What? Do you think I am your driver? I am your hubby idiot. Come and sit with me.”

But, now I feel, she stressed the fact that I am just her driver and nothing more.

“Drive to mount road and keep driving straight.”

I had no choice but did what she said but, my mind was asking 1000s of questions.

“Keep going straight.”

I followed..

“Now turn left before the bridge. And keep going straight but, in slower pace.”

I obliged.

“Turn left into the hotel and get me into the lounge.”

Damn. It was “The Park”, a very famous hotel holding a rather much famous pub “The Pasha” and yeah, it was Saturday night. She got herself down in the lounge and asked me to park the car and started walking in. I was typically feeling like a driver and as I parked the car, past memories started washing onto me.

“Really Ajju?”

“Absolutely honey!”

“You are really sure that you want me to wear this skirt?”

“Yes.”

“It’s covering the knees but, not that well. And while dancing people might see my thighs.”

“I just don’t care, I want my wife to be the prettiest and sexiest girl out there.”

“Don’t blabber and try impressing me.”

“No blabber honey. I am serious. We are going to minus one pub today and this dress will be much suitable than your jeans and tops.”

I came back to reality from the honks of other drivers and I parked my car and moved to the pub and as I went in, it took a few seconds to get myself accustomed to the dim lighting and the sound of music. I tried hard to find Aishu and I felt like begging her to stop whatever is in her mind and t start back home again.

And I found her sitting in the bar crossed legs and sexy and looking at people who were dancing and as I walked towards her, I saw a guy approaching her and he looked much like a business man and they shook hands and as I went almost nearby, she took a vodka shots from the bar table and took a gulp and took another shot and gulped it down and started walking with the guy towards the dance floor, crossing me. 

“AISHU!”

“Hey Arjun, how are you? Long time no see. Hmm. Be at the bar, I will come after a dance. I’m sure we have a lot to talk about. “

Saying this, she moved to me, gave a fake hug and a peck in my cheeks and I couldn’t help but notice that her English accent was much polished than she used to be. And I could sense the smell of vodka as she gave the peck. My wife. The one who hates drinks and drunkards, took 2 shots of vodka. Damn. The sky is really falling.

I sat in the bar with my head held down thinking of any way that this is all a nightmare and I will wake up happily next to smiling Aishu and again memories of minus one pub flooded.

“Ajju”

“What honey?”

“I wanna dance.”

“Go and dance.”

“Don’t play. Come with me please.”

“No Aishu. You know I don’t know to dance.”

“You do. If you try. Come.”

“No.”

“Then, I’m going.”

And as she walked towards the dance room among drunkard guys, I ran behind her and tried dancing with her but, I was too clumsy that she stopped dancing and we came back to the bar for mocktails.

But, now, she is dancing with someone else and I can’t stop her. 

Where is she? I looked up and searched for her and finally found her. Fucking God.

It was a fast beat bollywood song and she was dancing in hyper speed and her clean shaved legs shining in the dusky glory to the bar lights and the worst part was that,the business man guy was dancing with her in same speed too. He was relaxed and knew his steps and I could feel most guys and girls there were looking at them and he suddenly took her hand and revolved her and moved his hands to the hips and my wife who forgets everything while dancing, let him hold her hips and to my shock, lifted her high and rotated her once and let her down and she was giggling like anything.

Her tiny sleeves have moved aside revealing her thin colourless bra strap and her movements has made her sweat and it has made the top of her dress, along the cleavage wet and I wanted to move forward and the music slowed down and the guy again took her hip in one hand and the arm in other hand and started walking her across the dance floor and occasionally trying to come near her and damn, I could see his hands moving over her shaped bum and I stood up and walked towards them.

As I moved people aside and went nearby, I was transfixed by what I saw. He was dancing so effortlessly and she admires dancers too well and she was forgetting herself and thanks to 2 shots of vodka to a tee-totaller, she was in a world of her own. 

His hands moved from her ass to her thighs and again it started moving up, but, this time inside her dress. I moved forward angrily and ran towards them and a guy pushed me down and I had to stand myself again to see the guy was alone and I saw her. She was moving away in opposite directions and her legs were not in balance and I ran towards her and held her. She pushed me and shouted.

“You? Disgusting pig. I will never leave you. I would have let that awesome guy fuck me, but, something stopped me and All I can think about is, how it will affect the marriage. Fucking marriage. “

“…”

“I love to dance and you are one worthless piece of dancer. Yet, I couldn’t let him touch me. But, you know what?”

“Aishu. Let’s go.”

“I liked it. For the first time. Dancing with the real man in a real awesome way as I dreamed and a strong man touching me. I loved it and I wanted more. Who knows? If I stay here some more time, I would call him home and he might fuck me as a real man while you watch. That’s what you wanted right? You’ll get it. Damn yes. You’ll.”

Saying this, she started sobbing and moved to the dark cushioned area and sat there with tears in eyes. 

“Aishu. I am sorry.”

“NO. YOU ARE NOT YOU MOTHERFUCKER.”

It must be the drinks or me.

“Aishu please calm down.”

“I know I am not yet ready for anything real but, I can do something.”

Saying this she bent down and removed her panty in one go to my shock.

“Aishu what the hell are you doing. PLEASE.”
She threw it at me.

“Bring it home and follow me now.”

“AISHU.”

She just stared and moved towards the dance floor but, opposite to where that guy was and started dancing to the heavy beats with much force and guys around were dashing at her and anyone who tries a bit to touch her would know she is pantiless among all in a crowded pub and in a short piece of dress. One guy tried moving near her and she just pushed him aside and started walking towards the door and as I took the car, she got in.

We returned home in silence and as we got to the home, she turned with her reddish eyes staring at me and said.

“One day, I won’t return empty. But, I will return with a real man. And I will make you get what you deserve. You will suffer. Than how much I suffer now. YOU CUCKOLD PIMP.”

The bedroom door locked with a force.