08-09-2022, 11:41 PM
Epilogue – The Greatest Gift
(POV – Aishu & Ajju)
AJJU
My anger over Aishu flew away when I knew she was forced to do what she never wanted. If she has wanted it, she would have done it in Shimla or in Chennai with Gowtham. The only thing that pricks my hearts even now, after 6 months of all this is, I was the reason.
If it not were my Gowtham chats, nothing of this would have happened. She would never have messaged him and he wouldn’t have.. well.. leave it. I have long forgotten this.
I am the one to blame. Now and forever.
AISHU
Six months. Six long months. Every day he smiles at me and says he loves me and I see his eyes filled with guilt, All I could think was how much a whore I was then. That damn day.
I even remember this.
“What do you think of my cock?” Asked Scott.
“It’s so huge. It’s so white.”I gasped.
“Ever had a white cock?”
“No. The only cock I’ve had is my husband’s”
“That loser’s? Is it white?”
“No. Damn black. “
“Long?”
“A bit, yes.”
“Fat?”
“No.”
“So, I win in colour, length and width?”
“Much more. I love your shoulders and height.”
“Then, what are you waiting for desi bitch. Kneel down and suck this white cock like a good slut.”
I ran and knelt down and sucked down his clean white cock with no trace of hairs.
“Damn. You whore. You suck cocks like a pro. I wish I could take you to England. Every man over there would love having you. My little brown slut.”
His hands pressed my head to his cock. I was gagging.
“Yes. Bitch. Lick the shaft. Awww. I wanna open up a store with you as the only commodity. I’ll earn millions of pounds.”
And he left me as he cummed on my breasts with a groan.
“Really?”
“What really bitch?”
“Pounds? Millions?”
“Yes. No doubt. You have such an arse and small breasts as most guys love in my locality. People would love to get fucking you and get sucked by you.”
“Will they pay more?” I asked like a typical whore as I stood up to wipe the cum off the breasts. I was horny seeing his white body and that was the very reason.
“Yes whore. Much better than what this company pays. Come and open up a brothel there bitch. “
I got wet hearing this and he pulled me towards him and gave a spank in my ass and made me sit in doggy style.
It’s been more than six months now. The very next day, I applied for release from the company. He asked for transfer. Now, we are in Hyderabad. I am a lecturer now as I didn’t want IT job again. After everything. That one month, Ravi and Sandy tried for another session but, I ignored them. It wasn’t that easy either.
“you fucked us once. What is there to fuck us again?”
“Please stop this. Please.”
“We will if you suck our cocks in our office bathroom” Whispered Sandy and Ravi kept an hand over my ass.
I pushed it away.
“I would slit my wrists and send a message to my friends and husband, that you were both the reason.”
They moved back a bit and never directly approached me. But, by now, most guys n my office would be knowing what really happened.
AJJU
Our sex life was almost zero. I was scared to force her knowing that she had a bang experience and she wasn’t interested either.
It was really difficult. We stayed in same bed but, never could I touch beneath her neck. We hugged but, even it had a distance.
Every night I started going into to the bathroom and masturbated myself to pleasure watching videos and reading stories. But, nothing about wife or cuckoldery.
AISHU
I know he hesitates to hurt me by asking for sex.But, truth is I felt guilty about letting him fuck me. My pussy was pure when he fucked it for the first time. But, it isn’t now. 3 guys have used it and more importantly, 1 guy had huge cock than my husband.
What if, I let Ajju fuck me and my mind wanders about how great it was to feel full with such a white cock, touching all parts of me and lasting for long time than him and that, how great it will be to have such a real piece of man meat again in all holes of my body.
These thoughts let me feel guilty and I stayed away.
AJJU
I tried hard to move away from such stories. But, past never leaves you. May be it’s wrong to mention it as past because, the site I read stories had more such stories and one fine day, I couldn’t resist and I opened it myself.
Again, story of wife being angry about husband’s layoff and fucks hubby’s boss to get him the job back and even a promotion. But, becomes a slut to his boss and management team completely and stops him from fucking her.
I hated myself for all this but, what killed me is, I got a hard-on when Aishu first said about being bangd. And many days I have thought about how such dusky pussy would take the white cock and how she would have felt and was he really huge and much more.
I sometimes want to watch what really happened and nowadays, I read more such stories.
I hate me.
AISHU
I feel relieved. I feel happy.
I opened up Ajju’s mobile as he slept and his browsing history says, he is reading cuckold stories still.
Even all that has happened. I am not angry. I am happy. No one is flawless and my husband too isn’t and worst, I am not perfect either.
I kissed his forehead and promised as he slept to love him forever, despite his flaws.
AJJU
It was my birthday. Exactly 6 months has gone from that day. Hyderabad is ok but we haven’t got much friends.
I reached home by 8 and surprisingly found her sitting in my favourite saree with low neck and lipstick. She even wore jasmine. Wow.
“Aishu”
She kissed me. It felt heavenly inspite of lipstick taste.
I hugged her and she hugged me back.
“I love you Ajju”
“Love you Aishu”
She kissed me again and she threw the saree out and she looked like Goddess. I kissed her hard again and even bit her lips. I touched her breasts and moved my hands to remove the hook.
“Cuckooooo cuckooooo”
Calling bell.
“DAMN”
I irritatingly moved to the living room and opened the door, leaving my sexy wife in the bedroom.
Two guys stood out. They must be going gym regularly. Hmm. What good arms. I must start going to gym at least now. I have seen a guy somewhere. I can’t remember where.
“Yes?”
“Is this Aishwarya’s house?”
“Yes?”
“My name is Sandy and he is my friend Prakash.”
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(POV – Aishu & Ajju)
AJJU
My anger over Aishu flew away when I knew she was forced to do what she never wanted. If she has wanted it, she would have done it in Shimla or in Chennai with Gowtham. The only thing that pricks my hearts even now, after 6 months of all this is, I was the reason.
If it not were my Gowtham chats, nothing of this would have happened. She would never have messaged him and he wouldn’t have.. well.. leave it. I have long forgotten this.
I am the one to blame. Now and forever.
AISHU
Six months. Six long months. Every day he smiles at me and says he loves me and I see his eyes filled with guilt, All I could think was how much a whore I was then. That damn day.
I even remember this.
“What do you think of my cock?” Asked Scott.
“It’s so huge. It’s so white.”I gasped.
“Ever had a white cock?”
“No. The only cock I’ve had is my husband’s”
“That loser’s? Is it white?”
“No. Damn black. “
“Long?”
“A bit, yes.”
“Fat?”
“No.”
“So, I win in colour, length and width?”
“Much more. I love your shoulders and height.”
“Then, what are you waiting for desi bitch. Kneel down and suck this white cock like a good slut.”
I ran and knelt down and sucked down his clean white cock with no trace of hairs.
“Damn. You whore. You suck cocks like a pro. I wish I could take you to England. Every man over there would love having you. My little brown slut.”
His hands pressed my head to his cock. I was gagging.
“Yes. Bitch. Lick the shaft. Awww. I wanna open up a store with you as the only commodity. I’ll earn millions of pounds.”
And he left me as he cummed on my breasts with a groan.
“Really?”
“What really bitch?”
“Pounds? Millions?”
“Yes. No doubt. You have such an arse and small breasts as most guys love in my locality. People would love to get fucking you and get sucked by you.”
“Will they pay more?” I asked like a typical whore as I stood up to wipe the cum off the breasts. I was horny seeing his white body and that was the very reason.
“Yes whore. Much better than what this company pays. Come and open up a brothel there bitch. “
I got wet hearing this and he pulled me towards him and gave a spank in my ass and made me sit in doggy style.
It’s been more than six months now. The very next day, I applied for release from the company. He asked for transfer. Now, we are in Hyderabad. I am a lecturer now as I didn’t want IT job again. After everything. That one month, Ravi and Sandy tried for another session but, I ignored them. It wasn’t that easy either.
“you fucked us once. What is there to fuck us again?”
“Please stop this. Please.”
“We will if you suck our cocks in our office bathroom” Whispered Sandy and Ravi kept an hand over my ass.
I pushed it away.
“I would slit my wrists and send a message to my friends and husband, that you were both the reason.”
They moved back a bit and never directly approached me. But, by now, most guys n my office would be knowing what really happened.
AJJU
Our sex life was almost zero. I was scared to force her knowing that she had a bang experience and she wasn’t interested either.
It was really difficult. We stayed in same bed but, never could I touch beneath her neck. We hugged but, even it had a distance.
Every night I started going into to the bathroom and masturbated myself to pleasure watching videos and reading stories. But, nothing about wife or cuckoldery.
AISHU
I know he hesitates to hurt me by asking for sex.But, truth is I felt guilty about letting him fuck me. My pussy was pure when he fucked it for the first time. But, it isn’t now. 3 guys have used it and more importantly, 1 guy had huge cock than my husband.
What if, I let Ajju fuck me and my mind wanders about how great it was to feel full with such a white cock, touching all parts of me and lasting for long time than him and that, how great it will be to have such a real piece of man meat again in all holes of my body.
These thoughts let me feel guilty and I stayed away.
AJJU
I tried hard to move away from such stories. But, past never leaves you. May be it’s wrong to mention it as past because, the site I read stories had more such stories and one fine day, I couldn’t resist and I opened it myself.
Again, story of wife being angry about husband’s layoff and fucks hubby’s boss to get him the job back and even a promotion. But, becomes a slut to his boss and management team completely and stops him from fucking her.
I hated myself for all this but, what killed me is, I got a hard-on when Aishu first said about being bangd. And many days I have thought about how such dusky pussy would take the white cock and how she would have felt and was he really huge and much more.
I sometimes want to watch what really happened and nowadays, I read more such stories.
I hate me.
AISHU
I feel relieved. I feel happy.
I opened up Ajju’s mobile as he slept and his browsing history says, he is reading cuckold stories still.
Even all that has happened. I am not angry. I am happy. No one is flawless and my husband too isn’t and worst, I am not perfect either.
I kissed his forehead and promised as he slept to love him forever, despite his flaws.
AJJU
It was my birthday. Exactly 6 months has gone from that day. Hyderabad is ok but we haven’t got much friends.
I reached home by 8 and surprisingly found her sitting in my favourite saree with low neck and lipstick. She even wore jasmine. Wow.
“Aishu”
She kissed me. It felt heavenly inspite of lipstick taste.
I hugged her and she hugged me back.
“I love you Ajju”
“Love you Aishu”
She kissed me again and she threw the saree out and she looked like Goddess. I kissed her hard again and even bit her lips. I touched her breasts and moved my hands to remove the hook.
“Cuckooooo cuckooooo”
Calling bell.
“DAMN”
I irritatingly moved to the living room and opened the door, leaving my sexy wife in the bedroom.
Two guys stood out. They must be going gym regularly. Hmm. What good arms. I must start going to gym at least now. I have seen a guy somewhere. I can’t remember where.
“Yes?”
“Is this Aishwarya’s house?”
“Yes?”
“My name is Sandy and he is my friend Prakash.”
THE END
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