Adultery Uncontrollable desire

[thepardesi]

This part of the update is going to be in Vipul (Divya’s husband’s roommates). His point of view:

Hey Guys, this is Vipul. I am from bengal part of India. I’ve done my masters in USA and started working in a company. Few months ago. I’m 5 foot 7 and have good built. I had a breakup while I was doing master’s few years ago. I was dating an Indian girl who cheated on me with a white guy in a party. A story for later. Since then, I vowed not to date anyone or take any relationship seriously. I only had sexual or physical relationships since then. I felt this change in me was for the better as since then, I got to fuck girls of different ages, races, you name it.

One day I saw an Indian man looking to share an apartment. I immediately contacted him. The state I live in hardly have Indian population and I was not comfortable with Americans or people of any other race to share a room with. That man finally moved in with me. It is our married hottie, Divya’s husband. We hit it off well pretty much easily. We became good friends in no time. I even developed a respect for him as he’s a bit older than me. We started going to gym together. I came to know that he’s on a long distance relationship with his wife. He knew about my adventures with girls around me and he’s never been judgemental. Everything was perfect until one day when I was browsing through instagram, one of my friends who’s been a mutual friends with me and my ex posted a story that had my ex in it. It apparently had another man in the photo who was quite close to my ex in the picture. My ex had perfect tits and waist and this man had his arms wrapped around her hourglass shaped waist. It was evident that they’d been dating and obviously fucking. It made me jealous as hell. Eventhough I have a great sex life, I was jealous of that man who’s fucking as ex. First, she’s now a fruit for me which I cannot reach.  Second, she’s a great performer in bed. For the first time, jealousy made my dick hard and super horny. I started playing with my thing imagining my ex in my room and suddenly there was a knock on my door. It was my roommate, Divya’s husband Mayank.

Mayank : Dude, come out. I got us Dhoklas. (A famous Gujarati dish, Mayank and Divya are Gujarati)
Me : Yes Bhayya. Coming. (I didn’t want to leave before cumming but it won’t be nice if he come to know)

I went out and Mayank was watching tv with Dhoklas on the table. I sat next to him on sofa and helped myself to some dhoklas. In the meantime, Mayank got a notification on his phone. He was smiling looking at it and he put the phone on table and went to washroom. He forgot to unlock his mobile. My concentration shifted to his mobile and there was a picture of a girl. I made sure Mayank bolted the washroom door from inside and out of curiosity, I looked at that phone and it was instagram. Mayank was checking out instagram posts of this girl who posted pictures in her university. She was an absolute bomb. Her big Indian black eyes. Her perfect fair and dusky complexion. Tall girl who has perfectly balanced huge boobs and a jiggly ass. I wondered if lord Brahma created her with special interest. She was that hot. Every guy around her would have a fantasy of fucking her atleast once in their lifetime. I slowly put the phone back and pretended as if nothing happened. Is she Mayank’s wife? If yes, he’s one lucky bastard who got an opportunity to spread those long legs, press and suck those massive jugs of milk, while looking into those big deep sultry eyes and slapped that ass while having her in doggy style. Just the mere thoughts of her having sex with some random person made me horny as fuck and my dick super hard. There was a notification on his mobile. Once he’s back to the living room and started watching TV, I told him that there was some notification or call on his phone. He immediately looked at it and said haha, it’s just a message from his wife.

Me : Okay, got it. She must be missing you.
Mayank : Yes, definitely. And so do I. Long distance is hard.
(All this talk while still looking at the phone)
Me : I can feel you Bhayya. Btw, you never showed me your wife’s photo.
Mayank : Oh didn’t I, here you go.
(He opened his instagram and showed me her profile)

My doubts were right and apparently. The walking talking sex goddess, Divya is his wife. My dick is going out of control while scrolling through her account while her husband is sitting right next to me. I was shamelessly continuing and my dick reached its saturation point when I saw few of her photos in saree. I excused myself, placed the phone on table, turned back to hide my erection and immediately ran towards my washroom which was attached to my bedroom. I started stroking my imagining that she’s blowing my tool with her velvety lips and I cummed instantly. That just began my fantasy for Divya and she’s been my dreamy slut in all my imaginations ever since. I made a determination to fuck her in any way possible. I had respect towards Mayank but lust >>> respect. 

After few days, I’ve noticed a change in Mayank’s behavior. He felt mentally tired, sad all the time. Looking at his phone constantly looking for messages/notifications. One day I’ve asked what the matter was. He told me that lately his wife, Divya is taking much time than regular to reply to his messages, ignoring calls talking about academic commitments and he’s missing her a lot. I understood the situation. It definitely was not academic. I’m pretty sure white guys in Massachusetts got their new Indian slut. A woman with her measurements is every white man’s dream. I’m pretty sure they’re all taking turns in fucking her and she, a married horny woman always from husband’s touch can’t resist any dick. Their fucks are keeping her off the phone. I’ve noticed with pattern before. It was my whore of an ex who became the college slut after my breakup. She became a public property. Half of the guys in the masters course had their cocks in her pussy and the other half did not try. She was hot but my roommate’s wife Divya, she’s the hottest. It would be a sin to keep hands off her. Mayank started drinking in this pain and lately it is going out of the limits. I felt so sorry for him but there is nothing I can do to help him. We used to go to gym together. As we both have same height and did same workout we almost started looking together from far. I masturbated everyday thinking about his wife Divya and what adventure she might having that night. I became curious to know more about her. 

One day, Mayank tells me that his wife is coming for thanksgiving vacation to our city and asked me to make few days free as we could all go out to have fun. I was super excited to see the girls of my wet dreams in real. I readily agreed and started waiting eagerly. I tried to wake up Mayank the day she arrived to the airport but he was too drunk from the previous night and couldn’t wake up. I didn't have any other option and drove to airport and there I saw her for first time and my jaw dropped from far. She was wearing a white tshirt and green shorts which was rare for Indian married woman and she’s damn hot. i see men behind her ogling at her ass while men in front of her were eating her tits with their eyes. she started walking towards me thinking I was her husband since we look the same from afar. We greeted each other and reached home. Mayank was still not awake when we reached back. I had to go to office and told Divya to relax in my room until mayank wakes up. She called me and suddenly the unexpected happened. Divya patted on my cheeks. After having sex with so many woman since my breakup, I felt this as a warm embrace which we get from someone we love. I immediately walked out of the house and got back after an hour and half and walked to my room and there she was. My roommate’s sexy trophy in my bed where I masturbated so many times imagining her. 


Continued in next update

Guys, I see many of you are reading my story and it’s been overwhelming. That’s encouraging me to come with more updates but please do share more feedback or word of encouragement. 

Thank you 
Praman.