Adultery The Impotent Husband

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"I'm really glad we met," he said finally, remembering that he was married, and was therefore entitled to
do little more than just look and not touch. If he weren't married, he might make a play for her, even
though he knew she was. One of the things Ankush had no hang-ups about was making it with married
women. Shit ... if they wanted to have some guy besides their husband fuck them, that was all right with
him.

"So am I," she said, fully meaning it. This was the closest she had been to him, and she could see that, if
anything, she had under-estimated him. She wasn't sure, but she believed that she could see a swelling of
his cock under his pants ... a swelling that told her he would be able to satisfy her in bed many times
over. She could tell that he was staring at her breasts, and that made her feel very happy. If she could
get the least bit of arousal out of him, there was an opening.

"Now that we've met," she continued, "what would you say to you and Rita coming over to our house
some time in the near future? Raj and I love to entertain, and we would be very happy to have you two
over."

"Why ... that would be very nice," Ankush said. "Of course, I'll have to talk to Rita about it, but I'm sure
she'll go along with me. She hasn't said as much, but I'm certain she would like to meet new people."

"Is she a little shy about finding new friends?"

"Well ... in a way. She can be very outgoing when she wants to be. I think living out here has really
thrown her for a loop."

He finished taking off his skates and placed them in his bag. Then, standing up, he looked down at the
lovely woman.

"Shall I walk you to your car?" he asked, offering her his arm.



As they left the ice rink area, Ankush pulled himself up next to her, delighting in the excitement that
seemed to flow from her.

"What does Raj ... your husband ... what does he do for a living?" Ankush asked, thinking that it would
be a little better if he made sure that he and Deepa remained just friends. He didn't want her to get the idea
that he would fuck her. Even though he was certain he could get a lot of pleasure out of it, he had never
been able to handle more than one girl at a time. He would go from one to another ... sometimes rather
quickly, but he would never have more than one girl at a time. Things could get out of hand then. And
having an affair would be harder than having two girl friends. A wife can get pretty mad ...

What are you thinking about Ankush, he thought. You can't even be considering fucking this woman. Just
forget it. You're not in college any more. You have a wife and a job and a home ...

"Something tells me that you weren't listening to me," Deepa's voice broke in on his thoughts. "That's not
very nice, asking me about my husband and then drifting off like that."

"Uuuuuummm? Oooooohhh ... I'm sorry," Ankush said, remembering that he was talking to her, and not
trying to work out his whole life around her. "I was thinking of ... of a personal matter."

"That's all right," Deepa said. "Like I was saying, Raj is a computer programmer with several banks in
Buffalo. If I may be allowed a little wifely pride, his services are in great demand."

And as she said that, she broke up into peals of laughter. It had been unintentional humor, but the pun fit.
At all the gatherings of the group, most of the wives wanted Raj's "services," and would sometimes fight
to get them.

"What's so funny?" Ankush asked, feeling a little left out.

"Ooohhh ... I was just thinking of a personal matter," she said teasingly, evasively.

"Your personal life is that funny?"

"It can be ... sometimes."

They reached her car and Ankush opened her door for her. Sunil was sitting in the back, reading a comic
book.

"Hi, coach," the young boy said.

"How's it going, Sunil?" Ankush said, both glad and a little unhappy that Sunil was around. He would
have liked to spend a little more time with Deepa, but having Sunil around sort of took that decision away
from him. It was probably for the better, since he knew he could get into a lot of trouble with Deepa. He
wasn't sure but that she might still be coming on to him, in her own way, and he would like to have
explored that possibility. Well ... there was plenty of time to get to know her better.

"You and Rita will give us a call soon?" Deepa asked as she climbed into her car.

"You bet," he said, just a little too quickly. Damn, he might still be attracting women, but he was losing
the touch once he had them. He was being just a little too obviously anxious, and he remembered a
lesson he had learned long ago ... Never tip your hand too early. That was what he was doing now, and
as he watched Deepa drive away, he felt like a little college boy talking to a girl for the first time.

And then, again, he remembered that he was married ...



His mind was becoming confused with several conflicting thoughts. If he were still single, he would
probably have made a pass at Deepa. The more he thought about what had happened, the more he was
convinced that he had done just that. He had made a pass at her, though it had been a very mild and
clumsy pass. And he hadn't wanted to do that anyway.

"God," he said out loud as it suddenly dawned on him that it was colder than a witch's tit. Skating
around the rink had made him work up one hell of a sweat, and that sweat was making him feel chilled
now.

He hurried across the lot to his own car, feeling a little better, now that he was out of the wind, and
remembering that he was hungry. Rita had better have quite a meal ready for him. He felt as though he
could eat a horse.

Rita stared at the clock, wishing that Ankush would come home soon. She had been walking around the
neighborhood, trying to think of the words she would use to tell him that he was failing to satisfy her. She
had run through dozens of conversations in her mind, but none of them had turned out the way she had
wanted. She had a fair idea when he would be coming home, and as that time approached, she could
feel herself getting anxious and nervous. She really had no idea what Ankush would do when she told him.
Nothing like this had ever happened to her and she was pretty certain that a man like Ankush would take
it pretty hard. He might not even believe her. After all, he had been one of the most popular men in
college, and she knew he had pleased a lot of women. His pride was at stake, and he was liable to lash
out at her.

That's silly, she thought to herself. Ankush loves me. There's no reason why he shouldn't know about his
failure. There was nothing wrong with him. He's just under a lot of pressure, that's all. He was all right in
the beginning. There's no reason to think he can't be all right again.

Her heart skipped a beat and her breath quickened as she heard his car pull into the driveway. She
stood up from her easy chair and faced the doorway, desperately trying to calm herself down. If she
acted a little funny, he might suspect something right off. That would put him on the defensive, and the
last thing she wanted him to think was that she was attacking him in any way, shape or form. She wanted
to be calm and rational about the whole thing. That was the best way to handle it, she decided.

She met him at the door as it opened, giving him a big hug and a kiss as soon as he was inside. This took
him by surprise, though he was quick to recover. They embraced for a long time, until finally Ankush
pushed her away just enough so he could close the door.

"Well ... I'd say you missed me while I was gone," he said in a chipper voice. During his ride home, once
he was away from Deepa, he could feel only happiness that he had made a new friend in the neighborhood.

"Of course I missed you," Rita said, bringing in her training as a cheerleader. She took her husband's
hands and held them away from his body, smiling as though she didn't have a care in the world.

"What's for dinner honey?" he asked, dropping her hands and getting out of his coat. "I really worked up
an appetite with those kids. By the way, I met one of our neighbors ... Deepa Narang. She says she and her
husband would like to have us over to their house sometime soon."

Rita smiled. "That's nice. Uh ... before we have dinner, though, there's something I'd like to talk to you
about."

"Can't it wait until after dinner," Ankush said in a tired voice. "I'm kind of hungry, and I think better on a
full stomach."



As Ankush walked away from her to get a little cleaned up for eating, Rita sighed to keep her courage up.
He was acting like he were back in college, where nothing was very important.

"I'd rather not wait until after dinner," she said, her concern coming through in the tone of her voice. "I've
been thinking about this all day, and I want to get it over with."

Even now, Ankush didn't appear to be taking her very seriously. He came out of the bathroom drying his
hands on a towel. "Okay, honey," he said in a chipper voice. I'm all ears."

"This is no laughing matter," Rita said, turning away from him. She couldn't look at him, and she still
didn't know where to begin. Ankush wasn't making this any easier on her either.

The silence behind her told her that Ankush was waiting for her to say something. She took a deep breath
and spun around.

"You don't satisfy me in bed," she said quickly, getting the words out before she had a chance to change
her mind.

Ankush looked at her, his hands still running through the towel. His face carried no expression, and Rita
didn't know what he was thinking. She looked at him wonderingly, as though he was supposed to be
saying something.

"Is that all?" he said, blandly.

"Isn't that enough?"

"Well ... suppose you tell me what your problem is," he said, letting Rita know he hadn't understood
what she meant.

"It's not my problem ... it's yours."

"Mine?" he said, raising his voice and smiling as though she were pulling a joke on him. "You're crazy."

"No I'm not," she snapped at him. "You haven't made me cum since we've come back from our
honeymoon."

"Look-I'm hungry and tired. Suppose we have something to eat and we can ...

"No!" Rita said, putting her hands on her hips and glowering at him. "This isn't college, Ankush. You
can't just pretend that problems don't exist. I haven't told you before because I didn't know what to say.
Now I'm telling you before things get worse."

For the first time since they had started the conversation, Ankush began to catch the drift of what she was
saying.

"Now let me see if I have this right," he said, fighting hard to control himself. "You're telling me that I
don't make you cum, is that right?"

Rita shook her head as though she was coming out of a trance. She had actually used that word without
even thinking about it. She couldn't remember a time when she had said "cum" in a normal conversation,
and the mere sound of the word made her blush a little.

"That's right," she said in a soft voice.

"I think you're full of shit," Ankush said, tossing the towel aside and lifting his head a little. "I think it's all



your problem, not mine. Remember, you were a virgin when I married you. I've had some experience
with women, and I never heard any of them complain before."

"You were never married to any of them," Rita shot back, determined that she would maintain her
courage in the face of her husband. "Things were all right for a while, but they ... they dropped off."

"And you think it's my fault?" Ankush just couldn't believe what she was telling him.

"Honey, please, I'm not saying it's anyone's fault. I'm saying that ... that ..."

"You're saying that I don't know how to fuck my wife, is that it?"

"All right, yes, damn it. That's it," she snapped, pursing her lips.

Ankush looked at her as though she had just told him that the world was flat. "You really believe that,
don't you," he said in an icy cold voice that made Rita shiver. She had never seen him look like he did
now. He was obviously gritting his teeth, and his lips were curled slightly, and pursed as though he were
concentrating all his strength on his mouth.

"Don't look at me like that," Rita said, trying to calm down a little, and in doing so hoping that she could
calm her husband down as well. She hadn't known how he would take what she had to tell him, but she
never thought he would take it so badly. "I'm not saying that you can't, Ankush. I know you've been under
a lot of pressure, and ..."

"And nothing, you little frigid bitch," Ankush snapped. "Pressure is something I handle very well. Christ, I
have less pressure now than I did in college. I think you've just got too high an opinion of yourself. You
can't orgasm, and you've decided that you want to blame me. You refuse to put the blame where it lies,
Rita, and that's with you. Don't try and make me feel guilty."

They looked at each other for a moment, though it felt like an eternity to Rita. She decided that she
wasn't handling this very well at all, and she was the first to turn away. Maybe if they ate dinner, they
would be able to come back to the problem later. She wished she had taken Ankush's suggestion that
they eat first. Things might have been a little more rational if she had.

"Let's eat, honey," she said, moving toward the kitchen.

"You eat," Ankush said, walking to the closet where he had hung his coat. "I don't think you'll want to be
in the same house with me. Not if I can't give you what you want."

"Ankush! Where are you going?"

"Don't try and make me believe you care, bitch," he snapped, slipping into his coat. "I'm not the husband
you thought I would be, so why should you care where I'm going.

The lovely blonde woman opened her mouth to say something, but she couldn't think of any words. She
watched in wide-eyed amazement as Ankush pulled open the door and walked out, slamming the door so
hard that he made the glass window rattle. Rita stood in the dining room, staring at the door, not
believing that he had walked out on her like that, until she heard the car starting, and then pulling away.

Just two doors down, Deepa happened to be at her window, looking over the snow-covered, silent
landscape while Raj mixed some before dinner drinks. At first she was a little confused by what she had
seen. It certainly looked like Ankush and Rita had just had a little spat and Ankush had walked out. When
she saw the handsome football player jump in his car and swerve several times on the icy road, she
knew something was wrong, and she decided on the spur of the moment that this was the opening she



and her husband had been looking for.

"Love," she said quickly, turning away from the window and hurrying to get her coat and car-keys.
"Forget everything. Something's happened over at the Kapoors' that might make both our lives a lot
happier."

"Really," Raj said, sipping on his drink and watching his wife scurry around. "It looks like you're really
going after Ankush's cock hot and heavy."

"Wish I could talk, Love," she said as she opened the door. "Suppose you wait here until I give you a
call. Something tells me that I'll be able to keep Ankush away from his home long enough for you to do
something nice to Rita, but for God's sake, let's not get our signals crossed."

Raj nodded. One of the great things about his marriage to Deepa was that they were both a team. There
were times when one of them would start something, and the other would pick up on it right away, as
though they could read each other's minds .

"I'll give you about half an hour," he told her. "Then I'm acting on my own."

She blew him a kiss and hopped into her car. Turning her engine over right away, as it was still warm
from her drive to the college. She hurried in the direction she had seen Ankush drive. It wasn't hard to find
his car. He was driving so poorly for the conditions that he could not make much distance, and there
were no other cars out on the roads in the neighborhood.

Even though Ankush was generally a good driver, and Deepa hadn't had much practice driving, she
managed to follow him. She smiled in her mounting excitement. This was like something from the movies
or a television show, and it made her feel like a little girl again. She liked the feeling, and she was really
getting into the thrill of the chase.