Adultery I want to fuck your wife again!!!

[Ibrahim339]

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.