Adultery I want to fuck your wife again!!!

[Ibrahim339]

While sitting on sofa upset and thinking about the changes that I saw in Shazia, I looked at the watch. It was 12 noon and I had to go for prayers as it was Friday. In a disturbed state of mind and with some hesitation, I went back into room. I saw Shazia still lying on bed. I went into washroom and refreshed myself. I got ready and went out without saying a word to her. I was feeling very upset in my mind. I poured out all my feelings during prayers. I also asked for forgiveness for all the wrong things I did. After the prayers, I felt very uncomfortable with the thought of going back to the villa. I was feeling low and disappointed. I went to the beach and sat in a shade all alone watching the waves. I kept thinking about my past about how Shazia came into my life, our marriage, our kids, and our days of happiness. Just like any other couples, we had our fights, but never did it reach to such a point of hatred and cheating needing divorce. I regretted the idea of coming to Goa for the trip. I began to think about how to handle this situation now. I decided to leave tonight whether or not she comes along. What reasons should I say at home when I proceed with divorcing her? How will my children accept these changes and what effect it can have on them? Time passed by and it was around 4 PM when I got a call on my mobile. I checked to see Shazia’s mother was calling me. Although I had a good relationship with my in-laws, I felt angry at that time. Not enough that she messed up my life here, she has already spoken to her parents, I thought. In anger, I answered the call. Her mother from the other side spoke normally and softly as she always did. She inquired if we were doing fine. I did not want to discuss things on phone. Hiding the reality, I said it was all fine. Pretending that things were normal, I asked her why she was inquiring all so sudden. She then went on to say that Shazia had called her some time back and she spoke weird and sounded different. She also spoke to our children and then disconnected the call. This made the mother worried and she wanted to confirm it with me. I lightened her worries by saying it was nothing worrisome and asked her to relax. I told her that we will be returning to Bangalore soon and we will talk to them.

After disconnecting the call, I made up my mind and walked back to the villa to pack things. I thought of going to bus stand and look for options for returning to Bangalore. When I reached the villa, the main door was left closed like I did when I came out. It was not locked. I opened the door and walked in. Our bedroom door was just shut and I opened it. I saw Shazia still lying on bed. She was silent and not crying. I thought she must be sleeping. Making some noises loud enough to wake her up, I walked directly towards the suitcases and began packing. Not wanting to look at her and speak to her directly, I spoke loudly for her to hear even while I was setting up the suitcases. I said, “I want to go home. If you are coming, get ready…” From the corner of my eye, seeing no movements at her end, I turned to look at her directly. I was shocked to see that Shazia had cut her left wrist and was lying with her left hand fallen out of bed. Blood was collecting on her wrist and dropping to the floor. The floor below already had about 6 inches of blood pooled. I panicked and went towards her immediately and tried waking her up. I slapped her gently on her cheeks calling out her name. Thankfully, she opened her eyes. She was feeling lost but regained her consciousness gradually. She saw me and began crying. She asked me to leave her and let her die. She began mumbling to herself when crying. She said she thought I had left her. When I said that I did not leave her but went for prayers, she got closer to me placing her head on my chest and began crying loudly. She said sorry for all that she did. She said she herself do not know what made her do all such things and she regretted it. She said that she was getting carried away by whatever Mark and Robert were saying to her when they were here, but now, when she was alone and she started to think to herself, she found herself wrong. She said she was feeling very guilty now and that she wishes to die and not face me anymore. I felt very bad looking at her state and her thinking. I told her that she was stupid to have cut her wrist risking her life. I asked her to stop all this nonsense and first get ready to go to a doctor. I took a clean handkerchief and tied it over her wrist wound to stop the bleeding. I picked up her saree from the suitcase and helped her to wear it quickly while she continued to cry off and on. After some compelling, we soon went out searching for a nearby clinic for first aid.

We spotted a local clinic in a nearby street. The board mentioned the name of doctor as Dr. Naveen Mahapatra and it had a long list of courses attached to the name. It was around 5 PM and the clinic was just opened. We went in and found an old lady sitting in the waiting area. We asked her if the doctor was in. She replied yes and asked us to go in. The doctor was quite elderly aged around 55 years. He was half bald and tall with a pot belly. He was wearing an old-fashioned, big, black spectacles. His pants were up to his chest with the waistband running over his pot belly.  He looked at us and asked us to sit. He inquired what happened. Our conversations were in Hindi. I told him that she cut her wrist and she was bleeding. I asked him to please do the necessary first-aid. While I was saying that, Shazia lifted her arm and placed her left wrist on the table for the doctor to see it. He had not yet opened the cloth and seen the wound, but saw the bleeding. He said, “We can do the first-aid, but first, the question is why did she cut her wrist…” Saying so, he bent his head down looking at me through the gap above his spectacles and made a frowning face. For a minute, I remained silent wondering what to say. When I started to say, “sir… we just had an argument and…” Even before I completed the sentence, he interrupted saying, “You should be ashamed of yourself to have pushed your wife to such a point that she thinks about dying.”

I smiled at the doctor and tried to explain him that the reason for her cutting her wrist was something different. The moment I opened my mouth, he looked at me in anger and said, “You men don’t want to listen to any advice. Women are suffering marrying men like you… look at her…” I looked at my wife sitting beside me. Instead of supporting me with any statement and letting the doctor know that I was not responsible, she began to just cry as if she was a victim.

I looked at the doctor and started to say, “sir…. She actually….” The doctor interrupted my speech again by asking, “Do you have a sister? If her husband ill-treats her and she cuts her wrist, how would you feel? Do you even realize that?”

When he paused for my reply, I left a deep sigh and tried to correct him saying, “sir… but here…” Again, he stopped me looking at me in anger. In an angry tone, he said, “When you men don’t know how to respect and treat a woman, why do you even marry?”

I saw no hope that the doctor would even listen to me. I chose to remain silent and just listened to him nodding my head yes to everything he says. The doctor continued, “The world has changed my boy. Today’s women are equal to men and even better than men. It is time you realize that and stop being bad to them.” Shazia continued to cry more and more, which drew more sympathy from the doctor towards her.

The doctor asked her to get up and lie down on the bench. He removed the handkerchief and said that the wound was luckily not deep. While washing the wound and treating it, he continued his lecture to me. He told Shazia to be bold next time and use the knife on me instead of herself. After the treatment was over, I asked him the fees to pay him to soon get out of the clinic. He got angry and made us sit. “Her treatment is over, but your treatment is still pending.” He continued his lecture to me. He said that I am arrogant and I must go to counselling as soon as we reach Bangalore. He gave a contact number of another doctor in Bangalore and asked us to go meet him. He looked at my wife and insisted that she take me there for marriage counselling. Finally, he said his fees and I paid him. We quickly got out of the clinic and I felt a great relief. While walking back to our villa, I angrily murmured saying, “What all I have to listen because of you...” Shazia silently walked beside me not saying anything.

We had dinner on the way in a small local hotel. After we reached the villa, Shazia went into bedroom and I sat on sofa in the living room. I was watching TV to find some relaxation, but my mind kept thinking. I recalled the attitude and words of the doctor. I correlated it with my own experience and experiences of others I knew. Today’s society has several men like the doctor who conclude blindly that it is the man’s fault. They like to show off themselves as a better man and husband. They do not realize that life is different for every person and the wife he is dealing with is different from his own wife. At their home, they themselves would have not been caring for their wives, but they pretend to be protective of other’s wives. Even if the husband was good, they would not want to listen to his version or be appreciative of his attitude, but instead they would want to overpower him to compromise and yield to the woman’s wishes. If a woman cheats on her husband, it is easily projected and considered that the husband is impotent and unable to satisfy his wife and so she cheated. If a woman is greedy and has relationships for money, then it is easily projected and considered that the man’s earning is insufficient and he is incapable of supporting her needs, no matter how much he earns. Neither courts nor society would want to listen to the facts and waste their time but would like to remain in their assumptions and quickly settle the matter by applying pressure and compulsion to quickly compromise. All that the woman has to do in such a situation is to cry in front of such men and the men are ready to show their sympathy to her, and if had a chance, will also get into her panty. While I thought of all this, I also thought of another thing. If I succeed in divorcing Shazia, what next? Another search for a partner? Experience with another woman who might be bitchier than Shazia or give me different headaches. What about our children?

At the same time, I saw that my wife appeared to be sincerely regretting for her actions. Being alone, she appeared to have introspected her own actions and realized her mistake. It also appeared true to me that they were controlling her by their words throughout this time. I remembered Mark constantly talking to her and leading her in his own way. In addition, I also saw my part in it where I did not put a clear stop to what was happening. I also did not tell her my discomfort and disliking towards what she was doing. I truly felt that she deserves a chance. It is true that she cheated on me, but as of now, this instance is only known to her and me and none of our family and friends are aware of it. Mark and Robert are not going to be living in India and their relationship with Shazia can easily be cut off. The matter can be concealed and put off easily. If I bring it up to divorce, not only this matter is going to be exposed to all, but it will also cause damage to family and also subject me to face such illogical men and take advices from them for no reason. Considering all this, I decided to put off the idea of divorcing Shazia at least for now. However, I lost trust and I wanted to monitor her activities more closely hereafter. Even if I were to divorce, it should be thought about after we return home.

Arriving at such a conclusion, I switched off the TV and went into bedroom. I saw Shazia had cleaned up the blood on the floor and was lying down on bed facing the other side. I felt sad for her. I changed my clothes and switched the lights off. I quietly lay down slightly away from her facing the other side. I closed my eyes trying to rest and sleep. After few minutes, I felt Shazia get closer to me on my back. I felt her hand over my arm and her face behind my neck. She said, “I am really sorry okay… I know you hate me and I deserve it… but… am sorry…” She began to weep. I turned around, and in the dim light, I could see her wiping her eyes and blowing her nose with tissues. “I don’t know how it all happened… It all happened so fast…” she said recalling the events to herself. To help her cope with her guilt, I tapped on her shoulder gently saying, “It’s okay… sleep now… will talk later.”  I kissed her on her cheek to give her some comfort and to let her feel that I was with her. I closed my eyes to sleep when Shazia wiped her eyes and she kissed me on my cheek. She kissed so hard and long that I opened my eyes. When she put her head back on her pillow, I kissed her again on her cheek as hard as she did. The moment I placed my head on the pillow, she kissed me again. We continued kissing each other for some time playfully like that and started laughing. We finally smooched each other’s lips. While our lips remained in contact, our hands began to move on each other naturally. I felt her hands move on my chest and over my crotch. I placed my hand inside her nightie below and began feeling her smooth thighs. Things progressed and our breathing became faster as we competed with each other. I then sat up looking at her. In the dim light, I could see her looking at me questioningly if I still loved her. I looked down at her chest. Her nightie was low cut revealing ample cleavage between her fleshy breasts. I placed my right hand on her open cleavage and moved my finger between her breasts. I moved my hand down over her belly and pressed the area between her legs. In a reflex, Shazia held her legs together more tightly trying to avoid my hand gaining access to her pussy. She placed her hand over my right hand which was now over her pussy mound. Shazia gave a slight moan when my fingers rubbed over her panty-covered pussy. I then caught the lower edges of her nightie and began pulling it up. She lifted her hips to let me remove her nightie. Her bulky soft breasts were open and tempting to be touched. I placed both my hands over her breasts and gently squeezed them. I pinched her nipples between my thumb and fingers. Her chest began rising more higher as Shazia’s breathing became faster and deeper. I undressed myself looking at Shazia pulling off her panty ready for sex.

I sat over her hips with my legs on either side. I placed both my hands over her shoulders and moved them down over her breasts and again pinched her nipples gently. I then lay down over her and smooched her lips. Shazia responded and I could feel her hands move over my back. I felt her right hand move between our bodies and hold my penis. She began to stroke it to full erection. While I continued kissing her face, neck, shoulders and chest, Shazia herself holding my penis inserted it into her pussy and hugged me tight. I felt my penis slip into her hole more easily. Her pussy felt more slippery and showed no resistance. Although I felt my penis to be inside her pussy, I could not feel the erection that used to be there. I pulled back and thrust my penis back into her pussy. Yet again, the feeling was different. I could feel the contact but it was not tight enough. I repeated the movements and began to fuck Shazia. While I fucked, I saw Shazia had closed her eyes and kept moaning in a very silent manner, “hmm…hmm…hmmm” I continued kissing her breasts. I licked and sucked her boobs. I fucked her for more than 5 minutes and I still was not able to achieve any orgasm. In fact, I only felt tired. I had the desire to fuck her, but something felt different and my feelings would not rise up to that excitement. Although I tried and had the urge, it felt more mechanical. Over the next 10 minutes, I paused, slowed down, increased speed and fucked Shazia in different ways trying to make it happen, but nothing seemed to work. I then realized some hidden thoughts in my mind that kept surfacing off and on while I was fucking her. The thoughts of my wife’s body enjoyed by Mark and Robert. The images of Mark and Robert fucking her. The thoughts of my wife giving her body to them to get fucked. I sensed these thoughts blocking my excitement. When I could not control these thoughts, I felt angry. In anger, I got off her body and yelled, “fuck you …you slut…”

Shazia looked at me in shock unable to think of a reason for my change in behavior. I caught her arm and pulled her out of bed. She began to cry and asked, “what happened?” I caught her arm and pulled her with me out of our bedroom. I took her upstairs. I opened the bedroom where Mark and Robert used to be. I pushed her in and she fell on the floor. I switched the lights on and kept shouting at her, “You liked getting fucked here right?” “bitch that you are….” I caught her arm and lifted her up and threw her on bed. Shazia seemed afraid of what I was doing. I caught her legs and pulled her body to the edge of bed. With my hands on her inner thighs, I separated her legs to expose her pussy in front of me. I caught my penis and thrust it deep into her pussy. Shazia screamed, “haaann…” She placed her right hand on my belly and tried to resist. I pushed away her hand and fell on top of her. With my penis still inside her, I began to squeeze and fondle her breasts. I pulled back my penis and thrust it again deep into her. I could now feel her pussy muscles tighten. I could now feel the complete depth of her pussy. I could now feel the base of my penis brush against the folds of her pussy lips each time I moved my hips when I had gone deep into her pussy. Shazia remained with her legs spread out and lifted up. I fucked her now, much deeper and harder. After about 5 minutes, I felt Shazia moan and cry out loudly, “aaah … aaaah…aaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhh…” She wrapped her legs around me and held me tightly with her last long moan. I saw her fixed in that position holding herself tightly while I continued fucking. Her body gradually relaxed and she dropped her legs down to the floor. I pulled out and turned her over. Still on the edge of bed, she was now knelt on the floor with her upper part of body on bed and her buttocks facing up on the edge of bed. I slapped both her buttocks and squeezed the soft flesh. Shazia moaned and pleaded, “aaaahhh… slowly…. Hmmmm….” Spreading her ass cheeks, I moved my finger through her ass crack down to her pussy lips. I found her hole and put my fingers into her wet pussy. I then caught my penis and pushed it again into her pussy. I placed both my hands on either side of her on bed. Still standing, I fucked her. I fucked her hard enough that the bed began to move with each thrust. While fucking her, I yelled out, “here is where you fucked them right? Here is where they enjoyed you right? Enjoying now?” I felt my excitement go higher and I finally burst into orgasm ejaculating into her pussy. I waited until I emptied into her and then pulled out. I fell on bed beside her breathing deeply. Shazia sat on floor leaning against the bed with her hand and head placed over the bed. Tired, we slept there as we were.

At around 6 am, I woke up when Shazia went to washroom. I now moved up and lay myself properly on bed with my head over pillow. Shazia returned from washroom and climbed on top of bed. She came crawling on her knees and lay down lower to me with her face on my belly. She began touching my penis with her fingers and slowly stroking it. When my penis started to enlarge, she began kissing it and licking it. She took my penis into her mouth and I could feel her suck on it very hard. Soon, I was fully erect with her giving me a blowjob. She then sat over me with her legs on either side of me. We looked at each other when she caught my penis and slowly guided it into her pussy opening while sitting over me. When she felt her pussy open with the insertion of my penis, her lips also opened as she moaned softly, “aaaahhh…”  Shazia began to now ride on me. I watched her as she fucked with full excitement. I put my hands on her soft thighs on either side. The shyness that she had before had disappeared. She had no hesitation being naked and moving her body in fucking motion. I could see her moving her hips in all directions. She appeared very bold and confident about herself. She was free and in a wild mood. I caught her breasts and squeezed and pinched her nipples. I moved my hands over her back and squeezed her fleshy buttocks. She fell on top of me and kissed and bit my chest. While Shazia lay on top of me, I could feel her hips colliding against mine rapidly. After about 5 minutes, she moaned loudly and I saw her body becoming stiff and trembling. She had her eyes closed. She brought her legs close to each other making her pussy area tight and narrow. She lay on me breathing rapidly. I still had not cum, but I did not want to do it now. I lay down thinking of these new experiences. I got up and went to washroom. When I returned, I saw my wife lying naked on bed. I could not stop admiring the curves of my wife’s sexy body. Do I really need to divorce and lose this sexy lady in my life, especially now when she is expressing her sexual desires?

Shazia and me had sex even before, but it was limited to me fucking her in missionary style or turning her over to fuck her from behind. Rarely, we fucked in doggie position. Shazia herself would never do anything and was always shy when we had sex. Now, the experience I was having on bed with Shazia was entirely different. She herself was showing readiness for sex and was doing it. Although I felt this change in her surprising, I was loving it. I enjoyed seeing her lustfully moving her body. Neither of us spoke anything about this change. Neither of us spoke about Mark or Robert. However, both of us knew within ourselves that our sexual life has changed. We had nothing to hide from each other. A hidden barrier between us had fallen off. I sat beside her on bed and touched my wife’s buttocks and felt her soft flesh. Shazia turned her face towards me moaning silently, “haaannnhh….” Looking at my wife, I told, “Our trip is over. Today is our last day in Goa.” There was silence for a minute and she just said, “hmmm…” and looked away. I noticed her thinking something to herself. I looked at her buttocks and continued moving my hands over her smooth round buttocks. Breaking the silence, I then quietly said, “It was nice… even if we did not go around as planned, I think my naughty wife enjoyed this trip…” Shazia immediately understood what I was hinting. She immediately hid her face turning on to her pillow feeling guilty of all that she did. I saw her taking a deep breath and sigh. She suddenly turned to my side and looked at me questioningly and asked, “…but one thing… How did you know?” I then told her that I did not find her on bed with me that night and that I found her with Mark in their bedroom when I came out looking for her. She was silent and nodded her head in a way like, “hmm… I knew it was going to happen…” I hid the details from her and did not say to her that I witnessed her having sex all throughout. She asked me, “Why didn’t you stop me at that time? Why didn’t you tell me anything?” I sighed and replied, “You made me confused… I thought about many things… I didn’t want a mess…. I saw you happy with them… I could not understand you or what was going on… And…” I paused for a while and then admitted saying, “… I was also feeling turned on looking at you in such heated feelings. You were hot….” Shazia immediately hid her face again saying, “hmmm… please… don’t…”  I continued saying, “I felt very hurt seeing you give yourself to someone else and doing such things with them instead of doing it with me. I thought you will talk about it with me but you did not.” When I said that, Shazia quickly sat up and hugged me with her face on my chest. She said, “I know… I know… I feel bad about it…” She remained hugging me like that and then said, “I asked you sorry already… but you did not ask sorry…” I immediately replied, “… but I did not do any mistake.”  Shazia stopped hugging and in a sarcastic manner said looking at me, “Yeah yeah… you never do any mistake… hello…? Remember? You allowed me to get closer to them. I tried not to but you never even tried. You thought that they are just friendly and blah blah blah…”  I argued saying, “I trusted you… What do I know that you will go that far…” She just made a funny face saying, “yeah… yeah…”  I continued, “Okay fine… am sorry too… sorry for everything that I did… even I did lot of mistakes here… but now I know my wife is still sexy and that I have to keep men away from her…” She said, “Oh! Shut up!” and we started laughing. We hugged again and I said, “come… let’s go down…”

We got up and walked naked downstairs. We went into our bedroom. Shazia wore a nightie and went to kitchen to prepare tea. She asked me to order something for breakfast. We had breakfast and decided to spend some time in the pool for the morning. Since the villa was all ours, we felt much relaxed and free. Shazia came out wearing a dark blue bikini.

We got into the pool and spent some time swimming and playing in the water. The closeness between us was different. While in the pool, I untied the knot of her bra and panty. Shazia tried to hold it and resist removing it, but when I insisted, she let me remove it and throw it off to the recliners. I removed my shorts too and we spent time naked in the pool. We kissed and hugged each other. I felt her wet boobs and ran my hands over her body under water. Shazia also began stroking my penis and soon I was having an erection. We moved to the edge of the pool. Shazia placed her arms over the flooring and lifted her body up above water revealing her ass to me. She looked behind inviting me with a smile. I caught my penis and inserted into her pussy. We enjoyed having sex there in pool for the next 15 minutes in different positions, taking breaks, talking, and playing within the pool. Finally, we were on the recliner having sex. Shazia was bending over the recliner and I fucked her till I came into her. Just after I ejaculated, we noticed that the caretaker was near the backdoor of the villa watching us. Shazia immediately picked up her towel covering herself and saying, “shit…” she turned away. I also picked up my towel and tied it around my waist. Since we noticed him, the caretaker felt afraid and went inside. I asked Shazia to wait there and I walked into the villa. I saw him in the kitchen wiping the vessels. Even before I could say anything to him, he started to talk defensive, “sir… aap check out ho rahe hain na? Aaj do paher ko ek family aa rahein ho jo pura villa book kiye hai… Tho rooms ready karne ke liye aaya…” (Sir… will you be checking out today? There is a family coming over this afternoon who have booked the entire villa.  So, I came to start cleaning the rooms). In an angry tone, I replied, “haan… magar abhi bhi waqt hai.. check out tho barah bajeh haina?” (yes… but there is still time… checkout is at 12 o’clock right?” The caretaker continued defending saying, “Haan sir.. woh upar ka room pehle ready karna hai…” (yes sir… first I have to ready the room upstairs). I did not want to continue the conversation with him and make it more obvious. I even did not know at what time he entered the villa and if he had seen me and Shazia in the pool. Maybe, he just entered now, I thought. I said to him roughly, “haan haan… lekin hamein disturb math karo.  Waise hamari train rath ko hai, tho saaman yahi chodke jayenge. Shyam ko le jayenge.” (okay okay.. but don’t disturb us. Btw, our train is at night, so we will be leaving our luggage here. We will take it in the evening.” Seeing me drop the topic, the caretaker felt relieved and said, “haan sir… aap aise kar sakthe hain…” (yes sir… you can do that).

I turned around to return to the pool, but I saw Shazia walking towards me and we got into bedroom. Shazia inquired about the caretaker and I told her the matter.  We then had bath together and packed our bags. At 12 noon, we left the luggage in the living room and went out. Shazia was wearing a white printed saree. We first went to a restaurant and had lunch. Thereafter, we went around shopping to buy somethings for our children and family. We returned in the evening to the villa and added all those shopping stuff to the luggage. We went to the beach and spent some time walking in the beach and letting our legs get wet with the sea water.

After sunset, we had dinner and returned to our villa around 8 PM. We saw the caretaker was there in the villa. We had a casual chat with him as he kept doing some minor works and was around us. We booked for a cab and sat waiting. Shazia and me started clicking some pics of our own in the villa. After taking some selfies, I asked the caretaker to click our photos. In a friendly way, I invited him to join us for a couple of photos. We took few selfies with him and I smiled asking him, “Tumhara phone kidhar hai… usme le lenge tho tumhara paas hamara photo rahega…” (Where is your phone? If we click photos on it, then you will also have our photos). He took out the phone from his pocket and I immediately took it in my hand saying that I will click it. We clicked a couple of photos and then I opened his phone’s gallery saying, “check karenge … kaise aaya hai…” The caretaker immediately tried snatching the phone back. I did not let him and turned myself to avoid him taking the phone. I said, “ruko tho…” (Just wait…). I  swiped down a little in the gallery and I saw lot of photos and videos that appeared to be taken in dark. I knew what they were. Without opening it, I selected them quickly and deleted that set of photos and videos. I left the last 2 selfies that we just clicked. While giving the phone back to him, I looked at him and said in an assertive tone, “yeh do photo kaafi hai humein yaad karne ke liye…” (These two photos are enough for remembering us). He replied, “Arey sir… Ye kya kar diya?” (Oh sir! What did you do?). He appeared disappointed and went straight to kitchen and started checking his phone to see what all he may have lost. Shazia appeared confused and inquired what was it all about. I minimized her curiosity saying, “No…nothing…” By then, we heard a car noise in front of our villa entrance. I called the caretaker loudly, “aaa bhai… luggage utake gaadi mein daalo.” (Come … take the luggage and keep in the car). The caretaker seemed upset, but he had no voice. He came quietly and carried the luggage out. Before I sat in car, I tipped the caretaker and we left the villa that night. We reached Madgaon station much early. Both Shazia and me sat in the platform silently. We were going back home, but we had an unimaginable experience that we were carrying together.  The train arrived and we got into our compartments. We made ourselves comfortable and quickly slept on our berths. The next morning, we were still on train. We refreshed ourselves and had breakfast. Both of us were thinking more than talking to each other.

Finally, we reached Bangalore late afternoon of Sunday. We went to our home first and cleaned it up. We went to my in-law’s home for dinner. We brought our children back home after dinner. After a couple of days had passed, one evening, Shazia gave me a piece of paper and asked me to get the medicine. I asked her what it was and she said that she missed her periods and has not got it yet. She was afraid of getting pregnant and wanted to take the medicine. Having fucked over and over again by 3 different men including me, there was high chances to get pregnant. I bought the medicine and Shazia went through the pill abortion process for the next 2 days resting at home. Over the next couple of weeks, we had returned to our regular life routine, except for one big change in the life of me and Shazia. As before, Shazia was now a very modest type of woman when outside, but when inside our bedroom, she was a wild woman. We shared lot of fantasies and desires and enjoyed our sex life more than ever before.

Life was going good that way, until one day, when I was in break at my office. I saw new texts on Whatsapp. It was from an international number. I opened the messages and read it. It was from Mark.

Mark: Hey Dude! How are you guys doing?
What is wrong with your wife? She suddenly stopped texting.
I think she blocked my number. Ask her to talk to me.

All of a sudden, my mind recollected all the events in Goa. I felt upset reading his text. I thought for a while on how best to reply him. After some time, I texted him.

Me: Hey dude! We are doing fine. I am sure you and Rob are doing fine too.
Shazia is not interested to talk to you. She told me everything that you guys did to her. 
I don’t think you should be talking to us anymore. It is better you just do what you are here in India to do.
Bye.

I returned to my work. I felt somewhat disturbed when working that day. However, the work was so demanding that day, that I had to force myself to concentrate and work. With time and with work tensions, I forgot about it. After work just before returning home, I checked my mobile and saw numerous messages on Whatsapp. Of course, it was all from Mark.

Mark: Oh Wow. So, you got to know. That’s great.
We don’t have a problem with you knowing it. We did nothing wrong to your wife. Let me tell you what happened.
Rob and me were in Goa just 2 days before you came. We came there searching for an Indian prostitute. Robert and me get away from home for travelling and fun. We fuck girls together. When we were in Goa, we talked to the guy in villa and he did not know anyone. We spoke to a few taxi drivers. Few tried to cheat us. One driver showed us a girl’s photo and said that he will bring her to the villa the next day. 
The next day morning, we met you both. After meeting you both, Rob and I felt it wrong to bring the girl to the villa. We thought it will not look appropriate since you guys were there. We called the driver and cancelled for that day and asked him to find a different place for us. When talking, I playfully said to Rob that your wife looks like a good fuck and why not fuck your wife itself. We first laughed but later thought why not try. If we both try hitting on your wife, you guys will become careful, so I decided to try first. Your wife soon showed interest on me. Rob was keeping you busy so that you don’t come between us. You did not notice this. During those times, your wife was really looking so hot and sexy that we really wanted to fuck her soon. We could not wait longer and I asked your wife to spend a night with me. She declined it.
Your wife suddenly showed some changes. I kept asking her. When I lost hope, I also offered her money. I know you guys here like money. I thought that your wife will agree, but your wife became upset and made it worse. Later that night, when you were sleeping, your wife came out and talked to me. Your wife said to me that I can fuck her if I promise to not let you know about it. I was happy to hear that from your wife. I agreed to everything that she wanted. I fucked your wife in the sofa right there that night. Believe me. She was awesome. She was so desperate and active when having sex. Your wife also said she enjoyed being with me. After I fucked your wife, I told her that even Rob is interested and wants to fuck her. She said no, but I told her that he will fight with me. I asked your wife to speak to Rob directly. She agreed and we went up to our room. There, your wife could not say no to Rob. She also was interested when Rob talked with her. Rob also fucked your wife that night and she went back to your room.

That was it! After that night, Rob and I fucked your wife whenever we got a chance. We fucked your wife even on the morning just before left Goa. We enjoyed your wife very much and she drained all our cum. She left nothing in our balls. Your wife said that she enjoyed us too and she will meet us in Bangalore. Now, suddenly she is behaving like this. I want you to tell her to first text me or call and talk to me. Tell her that I am leaving next week and she cannot see me afterwards. I want to meet you guys this weekend before I leave. Rob will be here in India for another month so he can meet you guys again later but not me. 

After reading all his messages, I felt upset again. He was so compelling.

Me: Listen! What happened there in Goa is over. You don’t have to meet us here. We are not interested to meet you. My wife also. What happened was wrong.

Immediately after texting that, I saw Mark come online on WhatsApp.
Mark: Dude! There is nothing wrong in it. We are just enjoying. We liked your wife and your wife also liked us. What is wrong here. You also know it now. We have no problems with it. You can join us too. We can fuck your wife together. We have done it before. You will enjoy it. Don’t change now. You meet me once and we will talk. I really want to fuck your wife before I leave.

Me: Stop that Mark. It’s enough now. If you want to fuck, go find a prostitute, fuck and get lost. 

Mark: Haha! Mind you! I will have your wife in my mind even when fucking that prostitute.
A prostitute will fuck for money. She gives no fun. Your wife fucked for fun. We enjoyed it. That is what I want.
You are acting as if I am asking your wife to marry her. It’s just for some sex and fun.
You stop talking. You just ask your wife to unblock me. I will talk to your wife.

Me: No Mark! It is not possible

Before I typed anything more,

Mark: Dude! What is not possible. What are you trying to stop. Don’t forget that I already fucked your wife. I have touched your wife and fucked her cunt. Her cunt now wants my dick more than yours. I already saw your wife naked and what are you saying as not possible. I know how your wife looks when she is naked and fucking. What are you guys trying to hide now. I have tasted her pussy and fucked her hard.  She is such an uncontrollable bitch in heat that you don’t know. I am missing the sex I had with your wife. Stop covering your wife’s cunt and just let me meet her. I want to fuck your wife again! Let’s meet and talk.

Noticing that it was pointless texting him any further, I blocked his number and disconnected contact with Mark. There was no way now that Mark or Robert could reach us. I gave him a clear message. I was happy to know that Shazia had blocked their numbers. When I reached home, I felt like sharing this with my wife that Mark had texted all this. After some thinking, I put off the idea of disclosing this to her. I felt it unnecessary at this point to remind her about them when she is totally involved and committed to family at this time. I also had some mistrust on her. I checked her mobile to see if she really had blocked their numbers. I scrolled through Mark’s messages and read those messages beween them when he called her to meet him in the pool. After that messages, one message of a different day read, “hey sexy… we reached mysore… are you now in villa?”  Immediately after that message, it read, “You have blocked this contact …”

According to Mark, it was my wife who herself initiated sex with them, but according to my wife, they forced her and manipulated her. There was a difference in their statements. However, I did not think it would be worthwhile to dig into that any further. It was not going to make much difference now. Shazia was still my wife. She is here with me living as a family with our children. Her behavior was convincing enough that she has broke contact with them and wants to remain in marriage with me. I only had to keep monitoring and maintain the trust between me and my wife. Also, I myself had witnessed Mark talking such things to my wife that was encouraging her to involve with him. He was somewhat manipulative and it could be now that he wanted to manipulate me also into it. Thinking of all this, I just put this matter aside and continued life with Shazia. I never again noticed her showing interest outside marriage. She never hid her phone from me or children. She was more transparent and trustworthy. At the same time, she turned out to be hot sexy slut in my bedroom.

Although I found my wife sexy and desired to have sex with her, the thought of her body being desired by another man always amplified the excitement and desire. I would soon reach orgasm the moment Mark’s message passes my mind – “I want to fuck your wife again!”

THE END OF VERSION 1

My perspective on the story and conclusion of version 1:

The sanctity of a wife (woman) these days is not entirely the onus of the husband. The wife (woman) is also educated and equally knowledgeable to decide on her life and body. In fact, that is what women these days expect, isn't it? Do women want their husbands to control and decide for them? With such liberty expected, a woman also has to take her own responsibility over her morals and the husband cannot be blamed entirely. Just because a wife has an affair, the husband cannot be termed as "useless fucker." However, such is the attitude of several men who use such opportunities to show off themselves as a better man and husband. Instead of supporting true victims of bang and supporting suppressed women, and instead of fighting against men with such criminal attitude, such men are busy showing off and overpowering affected husbands within society. They try to gain their own benefits in the game of breaking someone's relationship, either money or sex whichever interests them, or at least show off and experience a sense of self-satisfaction thinking himself as a better man for the wife (not his own wife).

In the story, there is no event to suggest that the husband was irresponsible or not loving or caring towards his wife. Their life was normal before they came to Goa. He probably did everything a husband would do to his wife. The story also has his sexual encounters with his wife. If the wife had shown resistance and if he had seen her being forced, then there was a reason for him to pick up fight against Mark/Robert. However, in the story, the husband found the wife willingly participating in sex with them. Thus, it is necessary that he raise the issue with his wife and sort his own relationship with her more importantly. It is always not necessary that when a wife has an affair, it is because her husband is useless or impotent. The wife could be having different fantasies, different sexual appetite, may have some mental illness, or even may be carried away at some point in time of life without much thinking in such moments like it happened in the story. Of course, the husband witnessed the acts and did not stop or do anything at that moment. He probably loved her so much that it made him indecisive being shocked with her sudden change. It also did not happen over several days that he could decide on his action, but just the 2 days when he found her involved in sexual activity with Mark and Robert. He did not stop Mark/Robert initially but thought it was their culture and just remained social with them. Nevertheless, the husband did not exclude these factors and held himself equally responsibile for whatever happened. He also realized his mistakes and learned from it.

Shazia showed repentence to the husband's advantage (In reality, however, women will never accept their faults, at least not so easily and not so soon). Although she cheated on the husband, she was manipulated and carried away. She also ended up enjoying it since the experience was new and breathtaking for her. The events also gave her an opportunity to explore her limits of sexuality. Her sexual exploration was witnessed by the husband. This resulted in breaking down of the barriers between them and engaging themselves in wilder sex thereafter, bringing them much more closer to a more physically satisfying relationship. With sex still being a taboo in a socieity like ours, many husbands and wives do not open up their sexualities fully with each other even after several years of marriage. They keep it to themselves thinking what the husband may think or what the wife may think. When they find an external person offering something that can fulfill their fantasy and likeness, they get easily drifted at that time. They are more comfortable and free to reveal their inner self to a boyfriend/girlfriend than with their spouse, especially in arranged marriages.

Being in a place far from home and visiting a place like Goa, the couple intended to enjoy without any restrictions. They wanted to be free for some time away from family and they lost their do's and don'ts. Mark and Robert had this for their advantage, but the couple's love for each other brought them to realization when they actually became alone. They rectified themselves apologizing to each other. Marriage or divorce are neither just words nor simple events in life. These are life-changing events and should not be emotionally driven decisions. One must NOT decide to marry based on just one single event of love or being impressed by someone. One also must not choose to divorce based on one single event of hatred or dissatisfaction. There is more in the relationship of husband and wife besides sex.  It must be tried to avoid divorce as much as possible weighing the pros and cons of it. If there is maturity, realization, and cooperation from both sides, nothing can be better than applying corrective measures and surviving the marriage. Divorce still is an option to choose, but it has to be the last resort and when the individual (husband or wife) is suffering in a toxic relationship of harassment, abuse, and consistent breaking of trust.  Suppose if they had not resolved their issues and carried it forward to even few more days after returning home, there would have been involvement of family and friends into their dispute and soon their opinions and involvements would have caused more increase in their separation and damage to their marital life.

Lastly, about the husband beating his wife. Yes, it is wrong to do so, but the husband was emotionally disturbed for a prolonged period. He had to emotionally burst out verbally or physically. He was waiting for the opportunity and when walking back into the villa, she further made a statement that she will miss them. It was hard for him to digest the fact that she was diverted so much so soon. Also, the fact that that she had done it... willingly as it appeared. It was his way of expressing his anger and frustration over her at that point. He also felt sorry for it later. However, his actions were not focused on hurting her or killing her. It was not to express manliness where a man just beats to exercise control over another person. He only poured out his emotions. There are men and women who cannot easily accept rejection or ill-mannered behavior from someone they love and live with. They definitely bring out their emotions in some form, at least transiently. A woman is more prone to use her tongue to bring out her emotions while a man is more prone to use his hands to bring out emotions. After loving and being married and living with someone for a prolonged time, it absolutely cannot just be, "Oh! You like someone else. Fine. Let's divorce. Bye." At the same time, it must be noted that the wife was not just a silent victim here. Not only was she resisting and equally fighting back, but she also revealed things such a way that there was provocation to the point that he should feel hurt and get angry. She was trying to silently project it as "you said yesterday leave me alone, so this is what you get," which again is not a right attitude. As a third person, by not actually experiencing it, it is very easy to comment or remark on somebody's action as right or wrong retrospectively, and each of you may say the husband should have done this or done that instead. However, the person involved in such situation will only be able to act spontaneously at that moment based on the impact he/she experiences.