A Chapter of Nightmare (Completed)

[krish_999]

Chapter - Two

I grabbed my bag and hurriedly left for the railway station, but as I stood on the platform, I couldn't bring myself to board the train. Confusion and uncertainty clouded my mind as I grappled with the decision ahead.

Confronting Shubha seemed like the logical choice, but what would come after that? Whatever happened had happened. Would I demand a separation, declaring her betrayal as the end of our marriage? Would I banish her from my life, declaring there is no place for her anymore? Or would I simply tell her to go and live with Sethu, acknowledging that she may be happier without me?

But then a disturbing thought crossed my mind—what if she was indeed happier with Sethu? What if she was in love with him and had already imagined a future together? The realization hit me hard, amplifying my sense of inadequacy in comparison to him. The pleasure moans of my wife was still fresh in my head, and I was sure it would never let me think of me having any kind of edge over him. Why wouldn't she choose him over me? The more I asked myself, the more I felt my heart shattering.

 

Despite my train's arrival, I found myself unable to board. The thought of leaving without resolving anything filled me with dread, knowing I would never be able to do anything, or think of anything else.

Just then, my phone rang. It was Shubha calling. Struggling to make my voice audible through the phone, I told her I was leaving for work and couldn't delay my return to Solapur.

"I'll miss you," she said, surprising me with her words.

But her next words cut deep. "Next time, don't spend all your time with Sethu. I don't like you drinking. You've been here for two days, yet it feels like you haven't spent a moment with me."

Her words pierced deep, a painful reminder of the widening gap between us. Even though in a light tone, her audacity to blame me added the weight of my already disturbing thoughts.

Was she oblivious to her own neglect, to her refusal to make time for me over the past two days, even as she welcomed another man into our marital bed?

 

After the call ended, I sat like a statue on the cemented bench at the platform. My manager called me to confirm whether I would be available at work next day or not. I requested a few more days' leave. He bitterly approved it with a warning that it would be the last.

I had nothing in my mind, yet. I didn't know whether I should leave or stay. I had skipped my breakfast. I skipped lunch too. I had no hunger. I was consumed by the need to uncover the truth about my Shubha's relationship with Sethu. It was clear from their words that they had spent the previous night together, raising the unsettling possibility that it was a regular incident.

The thought of my dear wife spreading her legs for another man every night filled me with disgust. I remembered the signs of their growing closeness over the past few months, her submissive behavior towards him, and suddenly it all made sense. Sethu had become an integral part of her life—the man she respected, feared, and perhaps even loved more than me.

As evening approached, I made the decision to return to Shubha's place and keep a watchful eye on her. I chose to believe that Sethu was not staying with her every day like a live-in partner because I hadn't seen any of his belongings in her house, which would have been difficult to conceal considering the limited size of her apartment. If he were to live with her, they would likely have already found a larger apartment. So I reasoned that he likely visited at night to have sex with her before returning to his own home.

I had dinner at a hotel outside the railway station and then hired an auto to head towards Shubha's place. Careful not to be seen by either Shubha or Sethu, I approached the building cautiously, choosing to move along the darkness of the street. I decided to observe Shubha's apartment from an under-construction building just behind hers. I was relieved to see that all the workers had left already. The concrete staircase, still supported by wooden poles, indicated that the construction was not yet complete. Sneaking inside, I walked the steps carefully to the top where I found a window just outside Shubha's room. Standing in the darkness, I stared at my wife's room. Her window had curtains which blocked my view. But I could see that she hadn't returned after work. She was late.

Perhaps she was spending her evening outside with her boyfriend.

Every thought in my mind was now directed towards seeing them as a couple. And I was waiting for those thoughts to be verified with my eyes. I waited for the evening to turn darker, and then sneaked outside my building through that open window. I carefully forced open Shubha's bedroom window with a piece of an iron rod, eventually breaking the bolt. I left a gap between the curtains, just enough to see the inside of the room through the glass, from the darkness of the other building.

With bated breath, I waited for her return, desperate to uncover the truth about her hidden life.

 

I didn't have to wait long. Shubha returned home before 9 o'clock, and she wasn't alone. I found it the moment she turned the light on. Through the gap in the curtain, I watched as a man's arms encircled her waist, pulling her close. She was wearing a white kurta, which I saw being swiftly removed, leaving her upper body bare except for a black bra. They moved towards the bed, and from the shadows cast on the curtain, I could see Sethu hastily removing his office shirt before joining her.

My heart sank once again. This was exactly what I had feared, yet seeing it unfold before my eyes was a gut-wrenching experience. I tried to look away, to shield myself from the pain of witnessing my wife succumbing to forbidden pleasures. Leaning against the brick wall of the building, I cried in silence.

It was a moment of sheer horror.

 

After a few minutes, I managed to regain an illusion of composure and dared to peek through the window again. However, the movement of the window curtain, caused by the fan they had turned on, completely blocked my view. I frantically searched for another vantage point, but all I found was darkness—a cruel reflection of the helplessness engulfing my life.

With a heavy heart, I sneaked out once more and approached Shubha's bedroom window. It was a risky move, but nothing seemed more threatening than the turmoil raging inside me. Placing one foot on the ledge beneath the window, I cautiously leaned towards the opposite window. Slowly, I opened the window door a few inches and lifted the curtain.

The sounds of Shubha's pleasure reached my ears before the visual spectacle unfolded before my eyes. She lay on the bed completely naked, while Sethu's head was buried between her legs. The sight left me breathless, a cruel reminder of the betrayal that had torn my world apart.

If that wasn't enough, Sethu's right hand was on Shubha's breast, squeezing them one by one. Shubha writhed in pleasure, completely nude, while Sethu remained in his underwear. Her fingers roamed through his hair, alternating between pulling him closer and pushing him away. With her head rolling from side to side, she breathed heavily through her mouth.

"Ah... Ahh... Ah... Sethu... Oh God... Ahh..."

Her moans filled the room, a symphony of ecstasy that cut through the darkness, echoing the depths of her desire.

I had seen enough. I had witnessed a side of my wife I never knew existed. Never had I seen her in our bed like this, never had I pleasured her with my tongue in such a way. These were things I had only seen in porn videos, never imagining my wife would be open to them, especially with another man.

For a moment, I felt that perhaps it was my incompetence that pushed my wife towards this, and a mere flash of that thought had a devastating effect on me. My legs grew weak, and I feared I might collapse to the ground.

Gathering what little strength I had left, I attempted to step back, but then I saw Sethu rising to his knees. I was compelled to keep watching.

With a swift motion, Sethu pulled down his underwear. He was facing Shubha, away from me. So I could only watch his back. While I noticed how well built his body was, I was disturbed by a shameless desire to see his front, especially his dick. I could not, but I could watch Shubha's face. Her eyes were fixed at his manhood, and it seemed she was unable to take her eyes away from it.

"You want this, my dear?" Sethu's voice cut through the air, his question dripping with anticipation.

Shubha's response was shameless—a nod of agreement, her desire unmistakable, with no hesitation to hide her eagerness to receive what he was offering.

"Say it," he demanded, the movement of his right hand suggesting that he was caressing his dick. The beast was proudly displaying his manhood to my wife and teasing her with its size and build. And my wife, she was fully absorbed by the sight.

She giggled, "as if you don't want to give it to me."

"But you want it more, don't you?"

"No. You want me more. I know."

"Your arrogance!" I heard laughter from Sethu - something that boiled me with jealousy as I felt the ease with which he taunted my wife as he wished. He had all the liberty in the world to please this beautiful woman in whatever way he could, despite the fact that she belonged to someone else.

Sethu went on, "I will show you."

I braced myself for what I thought would come next—him spreading her legs and positioning himself between them. But what followed was beyond anything I could have imagined, even in my worst nightmares.

Sethu moved forward on his knees, each on either side of Shubha's slim body. Placing his knees at either side of her flat belly, he leaned forward, positioning his palms beside her head. Then, with mounting horror, I watched as he lowered his waist toward her face.

Shubha brought her hands to her mouth, blocking my view, but I could see that she was grabbing his dick. And then, Sethu lowered his waist further, prompting Shubha to push it into her mouth.

 

As if the level of disgust this sight invoked in me wasn't already enough, I watched in horror as Shubha lifted her head repeatedly, giving me the impression that she was willingly sucking his dick.

"Oh yes, just like that, yes, my girl... Aaah, yes..." Sethu's voice filled the room with ecstasy, his breathing ragged with pleasure.

Shubha soon moved her hands from his manhood, only to place them behind his naked buttocks, guiding his movements as he thrust his waist up and down. The word 'horrible' lost its meaning as I bore witness to my wife being subjected to such degradation, by getting her mouth fucked by this man's dick.

After a while, Sethu rose up and adjusted his position, moving his knees forward until they reached Shubha's neck, then bringing his waist down. As his legs parted further in the effort, I caught a glimpse of his balls hanging towards Shubha's chin. I feared he was going to sit on her breasts.

"Suck it, my girl..." Sethu demanded, his words slicing through the air like a knife.

"Oh, fuck!" I muttered to myself in disbelief.

I watched as Shubha's chin moved, and Sethu's balls disappeared from my view. My wife had engulfed them with her mouth, gifting her boyfriend a pleasure I never knew existed. After a while I again saw his balls hanging free, and his waist still moving slightly up and down, indicating that he was fucking Shubha's mouth again.

 

This torment didn't last long. Sethu quickly withdrew himself and returned to kneel between Shubha's legs. I knew what was coming next. But before it happened, Sethu brought his face down and kissed Shubha. My dear wife seemed to be eagerly awaiting that moment. She opened her mouth and welcomed him, their lips intertwining in a passionate embrace. As the kissing continued, Sethu spread her legs and positioned himself conveniently. Then, I watched as Shubha brought her hand between them, grasping his member and guiding it inside her. Even as they kissed, Shubha let out a soft cry, audible to me as Sethu pushed himself deeper.

"Huhh...!"

What followed was a session of frenzy fucking. Sethu thrust his body up and down with reckless abandon, causing Shubha to cry out even louder. It was the same kind of cries I had heard the previous night. Pleasure and ecstasy filling her voice.

As Sethu spread his legs to increase the pace and vigor, from my lower angle of view, I accidentally caught a sight that would haunt me until my dying day. It was his thick rod plunging in and out of my wife's pussy. It was thick, reminiscent of the ones I had seen in porn videos, making me understand why my wife had looked at it with such awe.

"You loving it, darling?" Sethu asked, eager for the pleasing words from her.

"Mmm... yes,"  came the reply he wanted to hear.

He brought his face down to kiss her again, and met with an ecstatic response from my wife.

I wasn't sure if I could still call her my wife. She had become someone else's possession entirely.

After a while, Sethu paused for a moment to rise on his knee and then lifted her legs to his shoulders, and then started ramming down again. My wife, suddenly finding his manhood piercing deeper inside her pussy, cried even louder.

"Aaah...aaahh... Sethu...slow...aaah"

Sethu paid little heed to her cries and he went on thrusting with increased fervor. Shubha's cries grew louder, drowning my ears and heart in pain. They were nearing climax, and the first sign came from Shubha as she cried out in orgasmic pleasure.

"Aaaah... Sethu... Aaaah..." Her cries pierced the air, her eyes fixed on him. It was the final blow to my sense of worth, as I realized there was no way I could ever measure up to satisfy her like that. It was the moment I realized I was living a lie.

Meanwhile, Sethu, fueled by her satisfied screams, intensified his movements and yelled as he began to climax.

"Yes... I'm cumming, Shubha..."

 

But then, Shubha's sudden demand surprised me.

"Pull out, Sethu... Please... Don't..." She didn't want him to ejaculate inside her.

 

While I was still struggling to come to terms with my wife's betrayal, her asking Sethu to pull out before ejaculating inside her left me puzzled. Was she worried about getting pregnant because of their affair? Or was it a sign that she still had some feelings for me, her husband, despite what she was doing with Sethu?

The thought, even though I wasn't ready to acknowledge it at the moment it was striking my mind, was a small ray of light in the darkness in my life. Later, I would eventually think of it as a stupid feeling.

 

Sethu immediately pulled out and ejaculated on her belly. I could see Shubha enjoying the sensation and the sight of his cum spray on her naked body. Sethu continued jerking his dick till he spurt the last drop of his cum on her belly. The shiny droplets disgusted me further.

 

"Don't worry, Shubha... I know, I won't do it." Sethu reassured her as he returned to normalcy.

"Yeah, I know too. But I get scared every time," Shubha admitted.

"You could use pills. It's not tough," Sethu suggested.

"No way. I already had a miscarriage, I told you. Pills have side-effects. I don't want to take the risk," Shubha explained.

"Then don't use pills. I won't mind helping you out with a healthy baby," Sethu joked, lying next to her as they both tried to cool down after their physical exertions. Even though I was startled by his cruel joke, I couldn't help but tried to catch another glimpse of the monster dick that he had just pulled out of my wife's pussy. It was shining and I saw a white mark around its base, made of Shubha's vaginal fluids. The strength of his dick was decreasing, but that white ring made me think of how much of his length was inside her, and it devastated me further.

"Shut up, Sethu. Don't say that even as a joke," Shubha was busy scolding him, though she couldn't hide her smile.

"Oh, yeah. You'll only accept a baby from Manav. Lucky guy," Sethu laughed, his sarcasm palpable.

"Lucky guy? You stole his two nights," Shubha retorted, "actually three nights in a row. He never had me like this."

"Believe me, those two nights were better than today," Sethu remarked, earning a sharp look from Shubha.

"Shut up, Sethu," she said sternly, "you had me nearly killed, I know I was so loud."

Sethu continued, undeterred. "But you had a lot of fun. Me too. I mean, it was great. I thought I would do it just once, but then... You know... It was great to be with a wife while her husband was asleep in the next room. Such a memorable experience. You are my chocolate... I would never get tired of you," he said, playfully squeezing her cheek as she tried to push him away.

Pieces of truth, painful revelations, were raining and killing my psyche of being a husband.

"Shut up. And please go home now, and don't come back for a week." Shubha insisted, though her tone was softened by a hint of amusement.

Shubha's words echoed in my mind, offering a false glimmer of relief. The realization that they weren't sleeping together every night gave me a minute sense of hope. Perhaps Shubha still held onto the possibility of a future with me, of building a family and having kids together. Then what was she doing with Sethu? Was it just casual sex?

But what difference did it make? She was my wife; she was supposed to be mine and mine alone. Didn't she understand the sanctity of our marriage? How could she betray me like this? Wasn't she satisfied with me? And even if she wasn't, how did she know she would find satisfaction with Sethu? How did she allow herself to start this affair in the first place? How did it all begin? These questions stared at me, consuming my thoughts with a mix of anguish and disbelief.

Having quenched their thirst, both of them left the bed and grabbed their clothes. Shubha headed to the bathroom, while Sethu drank some water and then got dressed.

Feeling numb and devoid of purpose, I slowly and carefully made my way back to my building. The weight of despair hung heavy on my shoulders, suffocating any desire to continue living. As I stood by the window, I thought about jumping off it to my death. But even the height seemed insufficient to bring about my death.

Covering my face with my hands, drenched in sweat and overwhelmed by despair, I wandered aimlessly inside the building for a while before eventually making my way back to the street. I walked like a lost man. An auto stopped by me and the driver asked me where I wanted to go.

I first sat inside it and then said, "railway station."

 

Boarding the first train I could find, I headed back to my home, consumed by a sense of emptiness and desolation.

 

Returning home marked the beginning of a fall into darkness for me. My life had lost its purpose, and the simple acts of sleeping and eating became difficult tasks. Each night, as I lay in bed, haunted by the scenes of my wife's betrayal. The vivid imagery of her lying in bed with Sethu, their bodies writhing in ecstasy, replayed in my mind relentlessly. I couldn't escape the explicit details: her moving her head to suck his dick, her mouth enveloping his lips. Her fingers entangled in his hair as he pleasured her. The sickening sound of their moans. The unmistakable satisfaction in her eyes – it all felt like a knife piercing my heart. Did I deserve this agony? Why did it happen? The raw, explicit scenes of her infidelity etched into my memory, tormenting me with every flicker of thought. Should I still love her? Should I hate her? Should I seek revenge or abandon her? Or perhaps, should I end my own suffering by ending my life? These questions consumed me, pushing me to the edge of despair.

 

On the third day, I made a decision – I would end it all. I visited a fertilizer shop and purchased a strong dose of insecticide, convinced it would bring an end to my painful life. But despite my determination, I couldn't find the courage or the right moment to consume it. I opened the bottle many times, but the strong smell of it left me wanting a little more time before I could pour it into my mouth.

Whether it was the aftermath of what I witnessed in Hyderabad or the sleepless nights in Solapur, I found myself down with heavy fever. My body shook uncontrollably, leaving me unable to even stand.

 

My parents rushed me to the hospital, where I remained admitted for many days. Lost in a cloud of despair, I couldn't distinguish between day and night.

Then, one day, as I opened my eyes, I was greeted by a beautiful face – Shubha's face, her eyes filled with warmth and concern.

"Good morning," she said with a bright smile.

Her beauty struck me, and I couldn't hold back the tears. "Oh God, why did you let her do this? Why couldn't you stop her?" I cried silently in my mind.

 

"You're alright, Manav. Don't worry, I'm here," she reassured me, her voice like a balm to my wounded soul.

"I wish," I whispered internally.

"You are here," I replied aloud, grasping her hand.

"You missed me too much," she said tenderly.

"Yeah, I missed you a lot," I admitted, the turmoil in my heart conflicting with the soothing comfort of her presence.

"Don't worry. I'm here with you. I missed you too," she said, her words offering a glimmer of solace.

 

For a short moment, I believed that everything that had happened over the past two weeks was nothing more than a nightmare – just a terrible, haunting dream.

 

Except that it wasn't.