Adultery A husband's mistake

[rahulishere]

What an asshole I am?
How could I turn into such a devious devil that I hurt my wife for my dirty fantasies? I have no forgiveness. I’ll do whatever to atone my sins.
As I drove home, I looked at the innocent face of my wife. Her forgiving looks hurt me more than her any abuses. I have resolved to do anything to absolve me of the crime I had committed. I drove through the silent roads as she shook through my half-conscious ride. As I arrived my apartment, I noticed that she felt asleep. I parked my car in the basement and looked at her. She seemed to be in deep sleep. I was not a stone hearted beast to wake her up in her sleep. I waited in the car and just kept staring at her. I enjoyed her innocence and a smile lit up without my knowledge. I got out of my seat and moved to her side. It was such a great opportunity for me. I slid my hands below her legs and carried her in my arms. I carried her put of the car and locked the car. I carried her to the lift. As I carried her, I realized what a great blessing it was to have someone close to your heart. I couldn’t contain my happiness. I entered the lift and kept looking at her as if I was looking at her for the first time. She had her pout even in her sleep. I laughed. When I reached my floor, I walked out of the lift and walked to my flat. I opened my flat while I carried her carefully so that I didn’t disturb her sleep.
I put her to bed and kept watching her innocent face. I didn’t know when I fell asleep. It was one of those rare days when I woke up before her. I saw her still sleeping. I woke up and completed my daily chores. I silently walked to the kitchen and prepared coffee. I carried the coffee in a tray and kept it at the bedside table. I sat at the edge of the bed and kept adoring her. I then realized what a blunder I have committed. I felt ashamed of myself. I was so happy with my married life beyond my expectation. I had even stopped recording her nude appearances. I had actually felt ashamed of myself that I had deleted the videos. Why would I need them when she’s always willing to fulfil my wishes outside her traditional upbringing.
Do I have forgiveness? I’d try my best to make up for it. I trusted my wife to forgive me. When I got a call from my manager when I was in theatre yesterday when he informed that I had to submit my report the following day, I was disappointed. But I had to do it. At the same time I was not ready to leave my wife when she’s annoyed. I was in a tight situation. There’s no question of delaying my report. I decided that I had to leave asap. I quickly kissed her lips and walked to the bathroom. I left for the office in a jiffy.
Sukanya
I woke up at 9 AM. When I woke up my husband was already in the process of preparing the report. I was not in the usual mood. I half heartedly got up from my bed. I saw the bedroom empty. He never went to office without informing me. I was heartbroken. Did he start hating me for what I deserve? I tiredly crept out of my bed and entered the bathroom. As I turned the knob of the door and looked at the bathroom mirror, I saw ‘Sorry’ written with my lipstick. I was confused. I washed my face and wiped the words on the mirror. I was in unbearable distress. I moved out of the bathroom and picked the towel. When I opened the towel, I saw a note which read ‘Sorry’
The I moved to the kitchen. I saw a cup pf coffee already prepared with a lid on the coffee cup. When I removed the cup, I saw the word ‘Sorry’ on the lid of the coffee cup. Subconsciously a smile appeared on my lips. As I sipped the coffee my smile slowly diminished and a sense of guilt prevailed.
‘My husband thinks that he had committed a sin and he is apologizing as if he was a criminal, but in fact I was the criminal.’
His trust in me is hurting me more than the crime I had committed. As I was lost in my conscience battle, I heard the doorbell ring. I didn’t care about it as I kept pondering over my internal conflict. After all the days in our marriage I had thought of making my husband happy, but I ended making some stranger happy. More painful fact is that I didn’t know whom I made happy. I worried about the fact that I would not know which about the lecherous men around me who give a dirty smile at me had actually got the forbidden pleasure which I had deprived my husband for so long. I would be suspicious of every man who give a secret look at me. Before I confuse myself about all this, does the man who enjoyed the pleasure know me? Is he a friend of my husband? Is he a neighbor? Is he among the boys who drooled over me in the mall? Is he one of the college boys in my own apartment? Was it planned? Was it accidental? Does he know me? There are million more questions which I would be glad to avoid.
Should I tell my husband about it? Would he think cheap of me? Should I confide with Meena akka. I trust her. But would she share this with Sharath? Would he try to take advantage of the situation? No, I cannot fall into another trap. I really would like to have a friend who would hold all my dirty secrets close to his heart. I did miss such a friend. I wished if I had a sister who would be a confidant for such unspeakable crimes. I rushed to my bed and jumped on to my bed. I was overwhelmed by the happenings which I never dreamt of. I lied down on the bed. I was so tired that my eyelids refused to open. When I thought about the crime, the events of the evening flooded my mind.
I heard my doorbell ring. I walked to the door in daze. When I opened the door, I saw man in a mask and rippled muscles approach me. He pushed me inside and shut the door behind me. He wore a long coat. He immediately shut the door and sneered at me with an evil smile. I could see his evilness behind his mask. He dropped his coat and stood in front of me. He was bare chested with a flimsy loin clock. He approached me and I was standing frozen without any resistance. He came close to me and looked at me through the mask. I stared at him helplessly. Without a warning he held my saree and pulled it hard. I swung around as he stripped me off my first defense. He threw the saree away. I wrapped my arms across my boobs and knelt down. He held me by my arms and stood me on the ground. As I stared at his eyes through the mask, he tore my blouse and ripped my bra away in an instant. My 34 D boobs jiggled as he proudly held the half-torn bra in his hand. He held it high in the air as if it was an object of display. He then threw it away and turned towards me. He held my naked boobs in his strong hands and squeezed them hard. I pushed his hands away. As I folded my arms to shield my exposed boobs, he deftly untied the knot of my petticoat which fell at my feet. I closed my legs closer. He pushed me to my knees and unwrapped his loincloth to expose his erect cock. I was terrified to see the monster in front of me. I tried to get up but he held me by my shoulder and pushed me to the ground. He pointed his cock at my mouth and plunged it into my resisting lips. I kept my mouth closed. He got enraged and pinched my nipples hard. As I shouted in pain. He inserted his monster into my mouth. 



He started to pound my mouth with disdain. My screams were muffled by his enormous tool. I tried to move away, but he held the back of my head and fucked my mouth. He fucked my mouth to his heart’s content, he left his hand and screamed in joy. I took the opportunity and moved away. He lifted me by my arm and stood me to the ground. He held my panty and tore it with brute strength. I was now totally naked in front of him. I scampered away and ran to my bedroom. Before I shut the bedroom door, He kicked it open. I fell on the bed naked on my back, facing the ceiling.
‘Oh god, save me.’ I prayed.
He approached me. He locked me on either side and knelt on the bed with his knees on either side of me, positioning himself right at the entrance of my vagina. I heard warning bells in my ears.
‘It’s a matter of life and death.’ I thought. I shut my eyes and kicked him on his groin.
‘Get out you, son of a bitch.’ I screamed.
I swung my legs frantically. I heard my doorbell ring again. When I opened my eyes, I saw myself alone on the bed. I saw that the bedside lamp fell down and broke into pieces. I looked at myself and found myself fully dressed.
‘I was dreaming.’ I thought.
The doorbell kept ringing. I composed myself and walked to the door expecting to find Meena akka. When I opened the door, I was shocked.