20-10-2022, 05:50 PM
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Indian Wife and the Driver Ex
aurelius1982
Indian Wife and the Driver Ex
Note: This is the 2nd story I am posting here. It is from my favorite genre - wife stories. Please give your comments and feedback. once it is complete, I will be posting it at literotica with the same username.
"Fahim, now take the next left. And then it's the third house on the right." I said, giving directions to the new driver the company had just assigned me.
"Ok, sir." he said, and turned left.
"This is my house. This is where you are to pick me up from every morning at 830 a.m. sharp." I said. He nodded.
The door to my house opened, and out ran my 8 year old son Pintu, yelling, "Papa! Papa!". He was followed by my wife, Ketaki, looking beautiful as always, with a happy smile on her face.
"So Samir, how was Bangalore?" she asked, opening the gate for Pintu, who jumped into my arms.
"Ooof." I said picking up my son. "Bangalore was, well, boring as usual. By the way, this is my new driver..."
"Fahim!" my wife completed my sentence with a surprised look on her face, as she stared at the driver.
I turned around to see Fahim staring back at her with a similar expression on his face, and he said,
"Ketaki...." he said, and after a pause of around 3 seconds, added, "madam."
"You two know each other?" I asked, surprised.
"No." my wife said hastily shaking her head. Then she changed it to a vigorous nod and said, "I mean, yes. We were....he was....I mean..."
"Her grandparents lived in the same village as me." Fahim jumped in.
"Yes, the village. You know my late Nana-Nani, who passed away before we got married? He lived in the same village." Ketaki said, regaining the calm that she had seemingly lost.
"Oh, small world then. He is going to be my driver. Pick me up, drive me around the city for sales calls, and so on." I said, shifting Pintu to the other arm.
"That's nice." Ketaki said. "Umm....everything okay in the village?"
"Yes, madam. It's all fine." he said, then turned to me and said, "I should get going, sir. I'll be here tomorrow morning." and without even waiting for my permission, put the engine in gear and drove off.
"What did you bring me from Bangalore, papa?" Pintu repeated his demand once more.
"Oh, come on in, and I'll show you." Pintu on one arm, and my suitcase in another, I walked into the house.
A few hours later, after Pintu had tired of playing with the toys I bought for him from Kids Kemp and fallen asleep in his room, a tired Ketaki joined me in bed. She was dressed in her usual nightly attire of sweatpants and a t-shirt. She snuggled up close to me and said,
"I missed you, Samir."
"I missed you too, Ketaki." I said, and kissed her.
After making out for some time, and cuddling, I put my hand inside her sweatpants and fondled her ass. More in hope than anything else, because she did seem very tired. Our frequency of sex had dropped drastically as Pintu was growing up, because he was quite a handful, and tending to him all day exhausted Ketaki. So after a three day trip when I wasn't home to help her out with him, I was expecting her to be as tired as a marathon winner. So I was surprised when she responded by starting to unbutton my shirt. Wow, I said to myself happily, we were going to have sex! And in a flash, took her t-shirt off.
Fifteen passion-filled minutes later, we were lying on the bed, naked and breathless in each others' arms.
"Wow, you were...." I said, trying to find the right words, " you were amazing tonight, like a starved animal."
"Hehe." Ketaki giggled, and put her head on my chest. "I missed you."
We lay like that for a few minutes, when a thought popped into my head. When it popped in, it was completely innocent. And what I said was more intended for casual conversation than anything else.
"So you and Fahim have known each other for years, huh?" I asked.
"What is that supposed to mean?" Ketaki suddenly raised her head and looked at me with a mildly upset expression on her face.
"What? Nothing. Just talking about how you two knew each other. From the village, remember?" I said.
Ketaki looked at me for a brief moment and said, "Yeah, it was a small village. Everyone knows everyone."
"Yes, I am sure. Also..." I started saying something when,
"Sameer, I am sleepy. Good night." she just turned around and closed her eyes.
I was a little puzzled, but didn't make too much of it. I was tired as well. Within a few minutes, I was asleep.
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aurelius1982
Indian Wife and the Driver Ex
Note: This is the 2nd story I am posting here. It is from my favorite genre - wife stories. Please give your comments and feedback. once it is complete, I will be posting it at literotica with the same username.
"Fahim, now take the next left. And then it's the third house on the right." I said, giving directions to the new driver the company had just assigned me.
"Ok, sir." he said, and turned left.
"This is my house. This is where you are to pick me up from every morning at 830 a.m. sharp." I said. He nodded.
The door to my house opened, and out ran my 8 year old son Pintu, yelling, "Papa! Papa!". He was followed by my wife, Ketaki, looking beautiful as always, with a happy smile on her face.
"So Samir, how was Bangalore?" she asked, opening the gate for Pintu, who jumped into my arms.
"Ooof." I said picking up my son. "Bangalore was, well, boring as usual. By the way, this is my new driver..."
"Fahim!" my wife completed my sentence with a surprised look on her face, as she stared at the driver.
I turned around to see Fahim staring back at her with a similar expression on his face, and he said,
"Ketaki...." he said, and after a pause of around 3 seconds, added, "madam."
"You two know each other?" I asked, surprised.
"No." my wife said hastily shaking her head. Then she changed it to a vigorous nod and said, "I mean, yes. We were....he was....I mean..."
"Her grandparents lived in the same village as me." Fahim jumped in.
"Yes, the village. You know my late Nana-Nani, who passed away before we got married? He lived in the same village." Ketaki said, regaining the calm that she had seemingly lost.
"Oh, small world then. He is going to be my driver. Pick me up, drive me around the city for sales calls, and so on." I said, shifting Pintu to the other arm.
"That's nice." Ketaki said. "Umm....everything okay in the village?"
"Yes, madam. It's all fine." he said, then turned to me and said, "I should get going, sir. I'll be here tomorrow morning." and without even waiting for my permission, put the engine in gear and drove off.
"What did you bring me from Bangalore, papa?" Pintu repeated his demand once more.
"Oh, come on in, and I'll show you." Pintu on one arm, and my suitcase in another, I walked into the house.
A few hours later, after Pintu had tired of playing with the toys I bought for him from Kids Kemp and fallen asleep in his room, a tired Ketaki joined me in bed. She was dressed in her usual nightly attire of sweatpants and a t-shirt. She snuggled up close to me and said,
"I missed you, Samir."
"I missed you too, Ketaki." I said, and kissed her.
After making out for some time, and cuddling, I put my hand inside her sweatpants and fondled her ass. More in hope than anything else, because she did seem very tired. Our frequency of sex had dropped drastically as Pintu was growing up, because he was quite a handful, and tending to him all day exhausted Ketaki. So after a three day trip when I wasn't home to help her out with him, I was expecting her to be as tired as a marathon winner. So I was surprised when she responded by starting to unbutton my shirt. Wow, I said to myself happily, we were going to have sex! And in a flash, took her t-shirt off.
Fifteen passion-filled minutes later, we were lying on the bed, naked and breathless in each others' arms.
"Wow, you were...." I said, trying to find the right words, " you were amazing tonight, like a starved animal."
"Hehe." Ketaki giggled, and put her head on my chest. "I missed you."
We lay like that for a few minutes, when a thought popped into my head. When it popped in, it was completely innocent. And what I said was more intended for casual conversation than anything else.
"So you and Fahim have known each other for years, huh?" I asked.
"What is that supposed to mean?" Ketaki suddenly raised her head and looked at me with a mildly upset expression on her face.
"What? Nothing. Just talking about how you two knew each other. From the village, remember?" I said.
Ketaki looked at me for a brief moment and said, "Yeah, it was a small village. Everyone knows everyone."
"Yes, I am sure. Also..." I started saying something when,
"Sameer, I am sleepy. Good night." she just turned around and closed her eyes.
I was a little puzzled, but didn't make too much of it. I was tired as well. Within a few minutes, I was asleep.
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