Adultery Not an usual couple story

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Chapter 61 – Adhithi Devo Bhavo (Part 2) 
(POV – Aishu)

“Aishu.. AISHU.. AISHUUU.. AISHWARYAAA”

It felt like I was in a dream and someone calling me sweetly at first and I realized , Someone is calling me in real. Arjun. I woke up with a shudder and everything came to my mind instantly.

It was very dark and Ajju was sitting so close to me. In the darkness, I could still say his face was so angry and his grip over my arms started hurting.

“What the hell did you do?”

And I broke. Tears started flowing and I started sobbing. What a damn woman I was. I could do nothing now but cry. 

“STOP CRYING”

I tried but failed.

“What the HELL did happen?”

I stammered between the sobbing, “Ple-Please forgive Me-e. Please.”

“Just say what happened. NOW. YOU BITCH.”

“Plea-Please promise me. You will never leave me” Tears increased the pace now.

“First say what happened. SAY.”

“I went to the office today by 12…”

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“Hey Aishu”

It was my fucking friend who spoke behind my back.

“Hi Resh. “

“Wow. You are looking amazing in the saree. Homely and sexy both.”

I am sure she says “Whore” within mind. 

“You are much sexier Resh.”

I giggled and she followed. 

“Has the client come?”
“No. It seems he is struck up somewhere and will come 1-2 hours late. And Congrats Aish”

“For what?”

“Didn’t you see the agenda? You are the only girl picked for client dinner in the evening.”

“Oh really? I never knew”

She smiled and said an excuse and moved away. Damn. Already people think I am a whore and such things will make it true.

I looked the agenda and there were some 5 colleagues, 2 managers and 5-6 senior management team are present and I am the only lady selected. I just decided to give it a go as it would be a change of mind. And yes, Sandy and Ravi were in the list. Damn fuckers. I must never look at them.

Evening arrived and we went to the dinner party held in our office party hall and rest of the people started leaving from office.

It was almost 6.30 when the client came. He was supposed to be coming at 2 in the noon. Hmm. Clients have their privileges. His name was Andrew Scott and he is British. We have spoke to him in the conference calls and he is too intelligent for a client. He entered the room with senior managers welcoming in the way party members welcome leaders and I was shocked to see how handsome he was. 

Damn. He looked white with enough amount of tan. He was in a suit which must cost much more than my 3 months salary and he must be at least 6’4 and he looked wow.

We were all introduced one by one and it was my turn.

“This is Aishwarya. Our senior developer. One of the brightest minds.”

I saw a glimmer in his eyes.

“My pleasure to meet you Aishwarya”

“The same sir.”

“Call me Drew”

I just blushed in reply.

And the party began. People started drinking and the light music started playing. It was very odd to be the only lady out there but, I had nothing to do about it now and I spoke with everyone except Sandy and Ravi.

As men started boozing a lot, I stood in the bar and started munching some chicken lollypops and was looking at the way men danced to the music of alcohol. 

“Hey Aishwarya”

A wonderful diction and British English hit me and I turned to see Drew.

“Hey.”

“What dear? You don’t drink?”

“No.”

“Aww. That’s a shame.”

“So, how are you? “

“Fine sir. You?”

“I am not a Sir. Just call me Drew”

“Ok Drew.”

And he spoke about Chennai weather along with how different things work here and all that he experienced in these 3 days of being in Indian soil. We started walking and I showed him the office premises and we were in the 3rd floor among the computers and there were none there.

I was sipping orange juice as I nodded to his experiences in the airport back in Chennai and he looked at my eyes and asked, 

“So, How’s your pussy? Still wet?”

I choked on my drinks and spilled some.

“WHAT?”

“Still in yesterday’s white bra and blue panty?”

I was shocked and I had nothing to reply and the realization dawned in. 

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“How the hell did he knew what you were wearing yesterday? “

“Please Ajju. Let’s stop this. Please. I beg you.”

“YOU WHORE. REPLY ME.”

His eyes started staring in distant and his voice started breaking down.

“He knows, because, he saw them yesterday.”


YESTERDAY NIGHT

Arjun moved out after I scolded him and my mind thought about what the hell would people say about me, if they see me. I always have thought white men won’t be attracted towards me but, seeing an actress who resembled me, a guy spoke that much and what would others tell about me.

I had all this in mind and I was lying in bed and my hands scrolled the chat I did and re-read the chats and it made me wet.

I pressed “chat” again.

Stranger: Hi
Me: Hi
Stranger: What’s up? Female?
Me : Yes.
Stranger: From?
Me: India. U?
Stranger: much away from you. Indian?
Me: Hmm. Yes. Your ethnicity?
Stranger: 32. White male. 6’5, 82 kgs. u?
Me: Indian girl. 25. 5’4. 54 kilos
Stranger: Nice. You must be petite?
Me: Not much.
Stranger: Is it not late in India?
Me: Yes.
Stranger: Then, why are you here?
Me: Not sleepy.
Stranger: Single or married babe?
Me: Married.
Stranger: Wow. Married Indian lady. That’s the dream.
Me: Haha.
Stranger: So, where is your hubby?
Me: Asleep.
Stranger: What asleep??? With a horny wife awake?
Me: I never said I am horny. :P
Stranger: I knew women well and I am sure you are babe.
Me: Maybe [img=16x16]file:///C:/Users/Dell/AppData/Local/Temp/msohtmlclip1/01/clip_image001.gif[/img]
Stranger: You are. [img=16x16]file:///C:/Users/Dell/AppData/Local/Temp/msohtmlclip1/01/clip_image001.gif[/img]
Me: Haha
Stranger: Had a good fuck?
Me: No.
Stranger: Why not?
Me: Big story.
Stranger: I have all the time.
Me:mmm
Stranger: Any pics of you?
Me: Huh?
Stranger: So that I might know who I am speaking to.

My hands trembled and I inhaled deeper. Then, I took a group picture with my colleagues and shared it.

Stranger: Wow! Who is that violet beauty??

Damn. It was me.

Me:Really? You like her?
Stranger: Yeah.She is lovely. To be frank, I would love to have her beneath me and I will explore her beauty inch-by-inch.

I could feel an itch in my pussy as I typed back.

Me: What do you like in her?
Stranger: Her hair. The texture. Her skin and the dusky tone. Wow. She is like a chocolate, I bet she tastes sweet in every damn place.
Me: It’s me.
Stranger: Really?????????
Me: Yeah.
Stranger: Can you please share some solo pics? Please babe.

I didn’t know what made me do it. May be the thought that the man is far away or my general liking towards white men or the recent events or the fact that I needed sex badly. I took a solo pic of mine. Very decent salwar picture and shared it.

Stranger: Woww. Perfect figure. You ought to be fucked like anything but, your hubby is asleep still?

I got bolder and replied,

Me: It has been many days since he fucked me.
Stranger: Why?
ME: He made mistakes and he isn’t the right guy for me.
Stranger: Will I be? 
Me: Maybe 
Stranger: Switch on the webcam. 
Me: Sorry no.
Stranger: Dear Please.
Me: But, I won’t switch on mine. I will see you.
Stranger: Hmm. Ok but, share another 2 pics.

I did. Me in jeans and my favorite Chicago pic.

Stranger: Amazing. I am getting rock hard and angry about your husband. You are lovely babe.

His cam request came and I accepted and put my cam on mute. But, kept the mic on.

“Can you see me babe?”
His voice proved he is foreigner as he said and I replied.

“Not yet”

“Now?”

FUCKING YES. WOW. His camera was focusing on his chest and ended till the shorts and he had flawless white body with strong muscles. I could also see a huge bulge in his shorts.

“Yess”

“You are hot and sexy baby. You know that?”

I was mesmerized already and Ajju was long gone from memory.

“Really?”

“Yes. What’s your fantasy?”

“Fucking a white male.”

“Before your hubby or alone.”

“Anything is fine.”

“I once fucked a lady before her husband and she was screaming at him that I am real man and he isn’t”

“Haha”

“Will you scream likewise?”

“Hmm. Maybe”

“Can I ask you something?”

“What?”

“Can you show me at least your body as I show?”

“No. Sorry.”

“Then, can you send any sexy pic of you? Please.”

I was ready to do anything then and my hands automatically uploaded my honeymoon pics in smaller shorts and skirt and sleeveless shirts and tshirts.

“Wow. You know what? Your dusky skin and my white skin will contrast each other and I might bite your sexy breasts and fuck you harder in the same beach and my white cock would rip apart your dark pussy. My whore.”

He said this and removed his shorts in a go and I was shocked by what I saw. It was like a strong and fat log used to beat people.

“You like it?”

“Yess.”

“You wanna see it grow?”

Grow?? Has it not grown up already? I was shocked

I just replied, “Ok”

He started wanking before my eyes and the idea of a white man wanking before my eyes made me wet and I started crossing my legs and started masturbating the unique way I only know. His cock grew and grew and was like one enormous arm rather than the cock. I thought how it would be to have such a cock inside me and I shuddered.

“Can you do something for me baby?”

“Hmm?”

“Can your remove your dress and take a photo of your dress and underwear and send me?”

“No.”

“You must. NOW.”

I liked it when he ordered it. I removed my clothes one by one and took pictures of it and shared to him.

“I just wish I am there to rip them myself and fuck you after sucking your dark Indian pussy my whore. Do you want my white cock inside you?”

“Yesss.” I moaned as I increased my leg speed and we spoke for few more moments and I shared all stupid things about my body and few more pictures but, nothing indecent or naked and I slept late in night.

Morning I woke again and re-read the chats and masturbated once again and when I hear the knock, I deleted the chat and closed all tabs and opened the door to receive Ajju and slept again in horny state.

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Arjun was shocked to hear all this and just replied,

“Did he fuck you? Is that his cum that I swallowed?”
Those words made me smile but, my heart chided me for being an evil lady and I just replied,

“Yes.”

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“What are you saying?”

“Aishwarya! It was me who spoke to you yesterday.”

“Wh-what?”

He unlocked his phone and showed the photos. Me in honeymoon. Me in saree. Me in jeans and my bra and wet panty in our bed.

I was shocked to reply and his hands fell on my shoulder.

“Please I am sorry. It –it was a mistake.”

“No no. That wasn’t. But, this is.”

He pulled me towards him and I got well embedded into his broad white shoulders and as he has removed the suit in party, his cotton shirt smelled great. But, I tried to push him away. Because, chatting and reality is much much different.

“I am sorry babe. No other go.”

He kept me closer and kissed my lips and I bit my lips and tried to resist his lips entering mine but his hands moved over my naked hip inside the saree, touched it and moved up to my blouse and pressed and squeezed my left breast over it hard and I screamed, “Aahhh”

And his lips entered mine. He pushed me to a cubicle and pushed the monitor away and still kept on kissing me and started biting my lips until I bled. He was so strong that I couldn’t try pushing him anyways.

“Please. Please leave me.”

By the end of the statement, my safety pin flew away and he whisked away my saree in a single go and next moment one of his white arm surrounded me and other pushed me on the hard cubicle and his head moved over to my neck. He kissed me there and started licking me and few more seconds, I was just in my bra and petticoat.

I started crying and begging him to leave me away and he never heard anything. For a man, who must have removed infinite jeans out of women, Indian petticoat was so easy that he threw it away and his strong fingers touched my cunt as he still pinned me down.

Bra and Panty stayed just 1 minute more and his fingers entered my cunt softly and I begged him to stop. His pace increased and he pulled me down one moment and made me kneel. The way I mademy husband kneel.

I resisted and cried.

“Please I am married. I beg you. Leave me. I won’t say anyone.”

“You will never say anyone dear.”

And before I could say anything, the tip of his penis entered my mouth and I choked on it. He held my head and Made me suck his gigantic cock and even after his pushing,only 50% of his cock entered my mouth. It was that huge and pale.

And he cummed. Into my mouth and he took it out over my breasts and I pushed him away just to fail and he threw me over the cubicle again.

I know what he was upto and I cried loud for someone to help me.

“What are you shouting whore? Your husband doesn’t satisfy you and You are desperate enough to share pics with strangers. See what happens when a stranger fucks you.”

“Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh”

I felt 1000 times more pain than the first time Ajju fucked me. His enormous cock entered in a single go and he started ramming onto me faster and faster. Much faster than ever and even after 15 minutes, he never stopped or reduced his pace. My husband would have slept by now.

I screamed and shouted and still the fucking continued and I felt tired like hell and after almost 30 minutes, he came and he grunted.

“You are so sexy and tight bitch. Your husband must be having smallest of smallest dicks.”

He kissed my lips again and started walking away saying,

“Thanks bitch. For both yesterday and today.”

I was damn tired and I cried for few more minutes and I wore my dress and I walked back.

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“How DARE HE? I will kill him. I will surely kill him.”

“No. No please Ajju.” I cried and cried as the realization of what happened hit me so bad and I begged him .

“Please Ajju. Things won’t get better. We will make it worse. Please don’t leave me that I am dirty.”

“No baby. No. Never. You are my love honey and he hugged me tighter. “

How bad I have been ? How worse? I must be killed but, at least from now on I must live for his happiness. 

All these thoughts came to my mind, because, only 80% of what I said to him was true. And the cum he licked was not Drew’s.

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I never cried. I never objected more than customary push and pleading. My last night’s chats made me wonder how it would be to have a white man. Strong white man with awesome chest and huge dick. Just like my childhood fantasies and I let him fuck me. And I moaned and enjoyed and begged for more.

But, once he left and I laid there tired, Ravi and Sandy came in and as I tried moving, Porn movie of Aishu and Drew, recorded by them became their bait and Ravi and Sandy both fucked me one after other.

I cried then. Truly. I never wanted this. They really aren’t one of my fantasies but , I had no choice but to make them delete the video. Ravi sucked my breasts and Sandy licked my used pussy and fucked with his long cock but, definitely not longer than Drew. None will be longer than him in my life.

Ravi made me sit in doggy style and entered from behind into my pussy as I was licking Sandy’s cock. Like a whore. Trained whore and after 3-4 fucks of shorter periods they left me.

I am used. Abused. As Ajju wished. But, never did he saw that and never will he know that. I will have to move from the company. I will have to go away somewhere people doesn’t know all these.

And I would love Ajju than ever. For he is really a good man and I cheated him. He had a fantasy and I fulfilled it. He is a cuckold now and he will never know that his wife enjoyed sex with a foreigner and worshipped his cock and sucked it happily. 

I would be a good wife now. And he will never have any of these fantasies.

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“ I Love you Ajju. “ I sobbed. 

“I love you Aishu.” He hugged me.

“I will never hurt you hereafter and thanks a lot Ajju.” I cried.

Thanks for everything Ajju!