Adultery Army Jawan's Wife

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After that, Jaya and I hugged each other, “thank you Jaya,” I whispered.  “I am gonna miss you, Meena.  I will be going to Chennai soon, and I don’t know when I will be coming back,” Jaya whispered.  “What?! Are you joking?” I asked, getting up from bed.  “What are you saying, Jaya?” I said.  “Get dressed, I will tell you,” she said, giving me my dark blue panties to wear.  As I began wearing my dark blue panties and began wearing my light yellow petticoat on top of my dark blue panties, “you know I told you about this local wealthy Marble Quarry owner, and politically influential person, who used to come to visit our temple, and how crazy he he used to go watching my navel and boobs in my blouse and kept on visiting the temple regularly just to check me out and how I was enjoying teasing him up nicely every time he came?” Jaya said.  “Yeah, Jaya,” I said, wearing my light yellow blouse over my white bra.  “One day he came to our Temple to get Pooja done for his brand new car.  As my husband was offering flowers and other rituals to the new car, the Marble Quarry owner entered inside the temple and as usual began ogling at me.  Since I used to tease him up and have fun, pretending to look unintentional, I was teasing him by showing a peek of my navel that day.  He got bold and started approaching me, and knowing that I am a Tamil girl from Chennai, he started talking to me in borken Tamil, and began introducing himself to me as Srinivas Reddy Marble Quarry owner, that he has properties in Chennai as well and his relatives live there and stuff.  Since his Tamil was funny, I started laughing and he started laughing as well knowing why I was laughing.  Watching both of us laugh, my husband started walking towards me and began yelling at me right in front of Srinivas Reddy, totally humiliating me, and I started crying.  This was not the first time my husband was humiliating me, and getting humiliated by my jealous husband had become a routine for me.  My husband has been humiliating me ever since he came to Chennai and married me there and brought me here.  Though my husband and I have a big 13 years age difference, I tried  all I could to gel into my husband’s family and be a good wife to my husband, which I was, until he lost interest in me and was not getting a boner while making love to me.  He was making love to me rather unwillingly, and was shamelessly flirting with the female devotees who visited our Temple.  In the name of blessing the devotees, he was enjoying feeling them up, and was even having affairs with a couple of the devotees.  On the other hand, he never let any men talk to me or even look at me, and always made me wear Madisar and cover myself fully.  He only lets me go to your house, you know why?” Jaya asked.  “Why?,” as I asked.  “He has hots for you, Meena.  Ever since he saw you in our temple, he has been crazy about you and is sending me here only to befriend you and bring you to the temple so that he could have a chance to feel you up just like he enjoys feeling up his devotees,” Jaya said.  “Jaya, we both are in the same boat dear.  My husband enjoys feeling up and sleeping with all the women in my family, but never gets a boner while making love to me as he has lost interest in me.  He only lets me go out to meet you because he has hots for you, Jaya,” I said.  “Meena, I promise, I have never tried to tease your husband or anything, please do not blame me on this, I am a loyal friend to you,” she said.  “Come on, Jaya, I know you.  I never teased your husband as well, that I must say,” I said.  “Now that you told me about your husband, Ram, having hots for me, I want to share with you something about your husband, Meena.  Yesterday when I came here to see you, and you were not there, your husband Ram hugged and welcomed me inside.  The whole time he was talking to me while I was waiting for you, his eyes were all over my lips, as if he wanted to kiss my lips.  After he accidentally poured coffee on me, in the name of helping me, he started carrying me to the Bathroom and was helpling me remove my saree,” Jaya said.  “See, I told you.  My husband is crazy about you, Jaya.  Since you shared with me about my husband, I want to share with you about your husband.  When I went to your temple to take you out to get my blouse stitched, your husband took me inside the temple and hugged me and nicely felt my ass up, Jaya,” I said.  “If you had stayed there longer, he would have felt you up more and enjoyed you nicely, Meena,” as Jaya said, I started feeling horny.  It's a wife thing; the wives though we have a handsome husband at home, we would always be excited and horny if our friend’s husband is crazy about us, no matter how ugly they are.  Though Chandru was the only person I wanted to sleep with, now the thought of my friend Jaya’s husband, who is more than 10 years elder to me, is crazy about me and trying to enjoy me was turning me on and was exciting me to meet him again.  “Thank God, you left the temple freeing yourself from my husband, Meena,” Jaya said.  “Jaya, thank God, I came while you were cleaning your saree Meena, or else, my husband would have removed your saree and blouse and hugged you in your bra and panties and kissed your lips,” I said.  “But your husband was very sweet to me, Meena, unlike my husband.  He was making coffee for me and was treating me really well,” Jaya said, in a horny tone without looking into my eyes.  Clearly she liked how crazy my husband was for her.  Can’t blame her; like I said, it's a wife thing; the wives though we have a handsome husband at home, we would always be excited and horny if our friend’s husband is crazy about us, no matter how ugly they are.  “Alright, get dressed, I will wait for you outside,” Jaya said and smiled at me and went out and closed the door.