Adultery I want to fuck your wife again!!!

[Ibrahim339]

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.