Misc. Erotica Third Son (Completed)

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The next day, It was early in the morning, I was getting late to oversee my new Apartment construction.  As I was at the Dining Table, waiting for my Dosa, my wife was still in the Kitchen, “Janaki…. Janaki….,” though I called, she was not even answering.  As I went to check on her in the Kitchen, the stove was on with the Tawa on top, and my wife was thinking about something and was slowly stirring the Dosa batter in the vessel.  “Janaki?!” as I exclaimed and went near her, “Ehmmm?” she exclaimed and turned towards me.  “Are you okay, baby?” as I exclaimed and gave her a hug, since she was not wearing her Bra and Panties inside her thin White Nightie, when I hugged her I could feel like I was hugging her naked.  After overhearing my wife’s conversation with her elder sister Divya, about how Swaroop tasted her asshole and fingered her pussy and how much she enjoyed it, I was horny and for a moment thought about taking my wife inside and having her pussy, but her phone kept on ringing and there were series of message tones.  Clearly it was not her lover Swaroop or her elder sister Divya.



She was looking tense and worried, but made Breakfast me and my two sons and sent them to college and sent me to my Construction site.  Though I was busy at my construction site the whole time, my mind was all over my wife’s sudden change of mood.  Even after I went home, she was in the same tense mood.  Though I asked her several times, she kept on telling me that she was fine.  


Though I fell asleep, my wife was still awake.  When I woke up in the middle of the night and casually looked at my wife, she was still awake, resting her head on the headboard and crying looking at her phone.  Pretending to be asleep as I began looking at her phone, I was shocked to see my wife’s private pictures with Swaroop on her WhatsApp.  The moment I saw my wife’s pictures where Swaroop was kissing my wife’s asshole and even the Video of Swaroop lifting my wife’s Pink Saree along with my wife’s petticoat, removing my wife’s White Panties and enjoying tasting my wife’s asshole and fingering my wife’s pussy, and my wife enjoying it to the core, I started getting horny.  At the same time watching my wife crying looking at all these pictures and videos, someone whose name my wife saved on her phone as Gopal was sending her one after the other.  “Gopal enough, just tell me how much you want, I will give you, just delete all these pictures of videos,” as my wife texted, “I don’t want your money, I just want your pussy,” he texted back.  “Please Gopal, I am married,” my wife texted, wiping her tears, and was waiting for his text, but he did not respond.  Though my wife called him several times he did not answer the call.