02-03-2023, 09:49 AM
The last few days had been pure hell. I was on-edge all the time. I was even more tense and jittery. I felt like an addict in withdrawal. I'm sure people knew something was up but I didn't care. Thank God it was Friday so I could be out of sight of people as I struggled with my lack of a sex life.
I was able to reflect a bit on my relationship with my wife, Priya. I had said some nasty things about her to her sister, Kareena, during our many marathon sex sessions. They weren't all things I really believed. Despite all of the bad things I had done, I still loved Priya. I did. Sure, her role in my sex life had been eliminated by her hotter older sister. Sure, she was awful at sex. Sure, she was kinda stupid for not figuring out that I was cheating on her with her sister. But despite all her flaws, I still loved her. She was sweet, she was friendly, she was pretty and she was a dedicated worker. But, she wasn't hot. Nothing about her made my dick hard anymore. Nothing about her had the goal of making her attractive in a sexual way. She didn't dress in a way to highlight her body. But it wasn't her fault since she didn't have much of a body to highlight. She didn't know how to flirt and drive a man wild. She didn't know how to have sex in any way other than missionary. Sure, she's a functional member of society, but she is not functional in the bedroom. But her sister was.
I love Priya. I really do. She fulfills the emotional side of my personality in a way no one ever has. But the sexual aspect of my personality was being fulfilled by another. It was a balancing act. I wasn't fighting the fact that I was a dirty, rotten cheater. I was a terrible person. I knew that. I was just hoping to be able to maintain this fragile balance as long as I could. If Priya knew what I had been doing it would destroy her. I couldn't let that happen. I didn't want to see her hurt. She was a better person than I could ever be. It wasn't her fault that she ended up married to a man who loved girls with huge tits and round asses. It wasn't her fault that she married a man who badmouths her while fucking her whore of a sister in order to get off. It wasn't her fault she married a man who humiliates her on a daily basis in order to make the sex he has with her sister that much better. She deserved a man who was not as nasty as me. She deserved a man that would make love to her in the missionary position like she wanted. She deserved a man who was as bed at sex as she was.
I had just gotten home from work and had gotten changed, ready to lie down and watch some baseball, when the phone rang. I stood up and grabbed it.
"Hello?" I said.
"Hey babe, it's me." Priya said.
"Hey, what's up? How's home?" I asked.
"It's... home. Haha. You know, it's been pretty boring stuff." she said. "I miss you."
"I miss you too." I said.
"This is the longest we have been separated since we got married." she said.
"I know. I'm not used to being alone." I told her.
"I can't wait till I get back. Hey, do you remember our first date at Franchezca's?" she asked.
"Uh yeah, of course. Why?" I asked.
"Well, this sounds really dorky, but I found a box of photos I had of us two. I was looking through them and I found some of us on our first date. God, we looked so young!" she said with a laugh.
"You were so nervous. You tried to hide it, but I could tell." I said with a laugh.
"I know! But you were just so cute. I was afraid you wouldn't like me!" Priya said.
"I liked you from the start." I said. I started to choke up a bit. These were happy memories of the woman I vowed to spend the rest of my life with. She didn't deserve the bad things I was putting her through. I should be a better man for her. She deserved better.
"I know, but I couldn't see that then. I was just so freaked out." she said with a giggle. "I still remember that you got me desert. Do you remember what you got me?"
"A piece of molten chocolate cake." I said with a smile.
"It was the best I ever had." she said.
"That was good cake." I replied. A warm silence fell between us. "I love you Priya." I told her.
"I love you too, baby." she said."It's nice to hear a friendly voice. Kareena is kinda being a total B." she said. Priya didn't curse, and it was always cute to hear her censor herself by calling Kareena a B instead of a bitch. "She just keeps trying to boss me around. It's annoying. I keep trying to tell her that you win more bees with honey than vinegar, but she doesn't listen. Oh, here she comes." Priya said. It was cute to listen to her quaint sayings. In the background, I heard Priya tell Kareena she was talking to me.
"Hey Gaurav!" Kareena said, yelling in the background. Her voice sent a shudder through me. That, combined with the fact that she was being a bitch to my wife, caused my dick to throb.
"Hey." Priya said, "I'd better get going."
"Okay, well, I love you." I said.
"I love you too." She said, hanging up.
I didn't deserve her. She was so cute, so funny, such a good person. I teared up thinking about how I was taking advantage of that by fucking her older sister behind her back. And just hearing Kareena's voice drove me wild. She had me by the balls. Kareena had inserted herself in this marriage. She had done this to me. She was an evil little slut. But she was so fucking hot!
I was able to reflect a bit on my relationship with my wife, Priya. I had said some nasty things about her to her sister, Kareena, during our many marathon sex sessions. They weren't all things I really believed. Despite all of the bad things I had done, I still loved Priya. I did. Sure, her role in my sex life had been eliminated by her hotter older sister. Sure, she was awful at sex. Sure, she was kinda stupid for not figuring out that I was cheating on her with her sister. But despite all her flaws, I still loved her. She was sweet, she was friendly, she was pretty and she was a dedicated worker. But, she wasn't hot. Nothing about her made my dick hard anymore. Nothing about her had the goal of making her attractive in a sexual way. She didn't dress in a way to highlight her body. But it wasn't her fault since she didn't have much of a body to highlight. She didn't know how to flirt and drive a man wild. She didn't know how to have sex in any way other than missionary. Sure, she's a functional member of society, but she is not functional in the bedroom. But her sister was.
I love Priya. I really do. She fulfills the emotional side of my personality in a way no one ever has. But the sexual aspect of my personality was being fulfilled by another. It was a balancing act. I wasn't fighting the fact that I was a dirty, rotten cheater. I was a terrible person. I knew that. I was just hoping to be able to maintain this fragile balance as long as I could. If Priya knew what I had been doing it would destroy her. I couldn't let that happen. I didn't want to see her hurt. She was a better person than I could ever be. It wasn't her fault that she ended up married to a man who loved girls with huge tits and round asses. It wasn't her fault that she married a man who badmouths her while fucking her whore of a sister in order to get off. It wasn't her fault she married a man who humiliates her on a daily basis in order to make the sex he has with her sister that much better. She deserved a man who was not as nasty as me. She deserved a man that would make love to her in the missionary position like she wanted. She deserved a man who was as bed at sex as she was.
I had just gotten home from work and had gotten changed, ready to lie down and watch some baseball, when the phone rang. I stood up and grabbed it.
"Hello?" I said.
"Hey babe, it's me." Priya said.
"Hey, what's up? How's home?" I asked.
"It's... home. Haha. You know, it's been pretty boring stuff." she said. "I miss you."
"I miss you too." I said.
"This is the longest we have been separated since we got married." she said.
"I know. I'm not used to being alone." I told her.
"I can't wait till I get back. Hey, do you remember our first date at Franchezca's?" she asked.
"Uh yeah, of course. Why?" I asked.
"Well, this sounds really dorky, but I found a box of photos I had of us two. I was looking through them and I found some of us on our first date. God, we looked so young!" she said with a laugh.
"You were so nervous. You tried to hide it, but I could tell." I said with a laugh.
"I know! But you were just so cute. I was afraid you wouldn't like me!" Priya said.
"I liked you from the start." I said. I started to choke up a bit. These were happy memories of the woman I vowed to spend the rest of my life with. She didn't deserve the bad things I was putting her through. I should be a better man for her. She deserved better.
"I know, but I couldn't see that then. I was just so freaked out." she said with a giggle. "I still remember that you got me desert. Do you remember what you got me?"
"A piece of molten chocolate cake." I said with a smile.
"It was the best I ever had." she said.
"That was good cake." I replied. A warm silence fell between us. "I love you Priya." I told her.
"I love you too, baby." she said."It's nice to hear a friendly voice. Kareena is kinda being a total B." she said. Priya didn't curse, and it was always cute to hear her censor herself by calling Kareena a B instead of a bitch. "She just keeps trying to boss me around. It's annoying. I keep trying to tell her that you win more bees with honey than vinegar, but she doesn't listen. Oh, here she comes." Priya said. It was cute to listen to her quaint sayings. In the background, I heard Priya tell Kareena she was talking to me.
"Hey Gaurav!" Kareena said, yelling in the background. Her voice sent a shudder through me. That, combined with the fact that she was being a bitch to my wife, caused my dick to throb.
"Hey." Priya said, "I'd better get going."
"Okay, well, I love you." I said.
"I love you too." She said, hanging up.
I didn't deserve her. She was so cute, so funny, such a good person. I teared up thinking about how I was taking advantage of that by fucking her older sister behind her back. And just hearing Kareena's voice drove me wild. She had me by the balls. Kareena had inserted herself in this marriage. She had done this to me. She was an evil little slut. But she was so fucking hot!
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