Adultery NEMESIS

[Neelkantha]

Part 6 - Anniversary Gift To Pihu From Me

Pihu’s POV- I believe that the biggest duty or responsibility of being a wife is to take care of her husband. To respect his every wish. And to fulfill that wish in any way, even if it means fighting with oneself to fulfill it. I am Pihu, a typical 30-year-old Bengali housewife. We have been married for almost two years. Everything was going well in my life – a husband who loves me very much, a stable life, and a well-arranged household. But behind this “fine” there was something that I was ignoring badly. Bijan, my husband, is a well-adjusted and good person from heart. He takes complete care of me. He fulfills my every need and also loves me immensely. I love him a lot too, but nowadays our relationship has become a little cold than before, I have to admit. In the beginning, there was that love, that desire, that madness, that passion… everything between us. But now, nothing is going well. Three to four months have passed since Ani's incident. Both of us, Bijan and I have started living like before. We eat together, go shopping, watch movies. We talk, spend time together, even have sex, but still something is missing for both of us. Earlier we used to fuck every night, but after Ani's incident, Bijan fucks me hardly once or twice a week. Sometimes he just comes to bed, fingers my pussy lightly and then turns over and goes to sleep. And I lie next to him with an incomplete yearning. My values and my shyness stop me from saying anything to him. After all, where does an unfaithful wife like me have the right to complain? And even if I have, I have already lost that right. After marriage, Bijan and I liked to play every kind of role during sex. Every night he used to fuck me by becoming a different and unknown man. I would get fucked by that unknown man by becoming an unfaithful wife. But perhaps neither of us had any idea that something like this was going to happen in real to us in the near future. Then Ani came into our lives. Because of him, the perspective of both of us, especially mine, about sex had completely changed. I had completely changed because of that one particular night. I had become addicted to Ani's hard and huge cock. I had become addicted to his cock in that one night. Its effect was clearly felt in Bijan and my married life as well. Because whenever I used to get fucked by Bijan, I used to imagine Ani in his place in my mind. I used to feel that Ani is fucking me instead of him. But since Bijan's cock was half the size of Ani's cock, I was not getting complete satisfaction now. I started thinking that it would have been so good if Ani had fucked me every night instead of him. I could never say this to Bijan. But somewhere in my heart, an unfulfilled thirst definitely keeps stirring. Slowly, I started clearly not liking having sex with Bijan. I started feeling that Bijan's cock is not enough for me. Or he is not able to fuck me properly. Whereas before this he used to satisfy me by fucking me very well every night. He still tried to satisfy me by fucking me, but clearly that effort was not enough for me now. With time, the desire to get fucked by someone better than him started growing in my mind. But I could not say this to Bijan either. This could have broken his heart, which I did not want at all. That is why I started suffering alone, suppressing my inner desires. But I quickly found a way out of this too. The night Bijan used to fuck me or just finger my pussy and go to sleep, that night I used to wait for him to sleep. Whenever Bijan fell into a deep sleep, I would stealthily get up from beside him and go to the bathroom. Then I used to sit on the commode and take a toothbrush or jet spray in my hand. Then I would try unsuccessfully to calm myself and my yearning pussy by inserting it inside. But obviously this was not of much help to me. But I kept trying. Three to four months passed like this.

One night, we were lying on our bed. I was wearing a light blue maxi, which was once my favorite dress for him. But now, his eyes hardly rested on me. Bijan, as always, was quietly lost in his thoughts. But one of his fingers was lingering very lazily on my pussy. I asked him with a slight smile, “Why are you so quiet today, darling? Is something bothering you?” He looked at me, there was a strange hesitation in his eyes. After remaining quiet for some time, Bijan said, “Pihu, I want to tell you something. But I am a little scared to tell you this.” I said a little startled, “What is it? Since when have you started being afraid of me?” He said hesitantly, “Just promise me, you will not judge me for this.” I also nodded my head and said, “Okay. Tell me.” Still he did not say anything. After remaining silent for some time, he said again, “Don’t you think… there is something missing in our life?” I replied smiling softly, “Missing? Means? What missing? We have everything. Our life is going well.” He took a deep breath and said, “I know our marriage is going well till now. I love you and you love me too. But sometimes I feel that… that excitement, that passion has disappeared between us. I am not able to satisfy you like before. Shouldn’t we try something new, darling?” I looked at him. I was a little surprised. How did Bijan come to know all this? I said softly to him, “New? Like? What do you want to say, Bijan?” He hesitated a little again. His voice was low, as if he was saying something that I might not understand. “If… if I see you with someone else, then… maybe… I will like it.” Hearing this, my heart stopped for a moment. “What?” I asked in surprise. “You want me… with someone else…?” He nodded his head and said, “You guessed it right, darling. That is what I was saying.” I got a little angry and said, “How can you think of this, Bijan. I am your married wife, not some random girl. You are thinking the same thing again in your mind? How Bijan?” He remained silent for a while after listening to me. Then he said to me, “Look darling, whatever you did with Ani, you did it on my insistence. And I had also given my full consent to it. I had also shared with you that there is no fault or sin in it at all.” I immediately stopped him and said, “I know all that, Bijan. I remember it. And I am ashamed of that incident. But it is a past for both of us, especially for me, and I want to forget it. And never want to repeat it in life, do you understand?” Bijan remained silent for some time and then said, “I know I am not able to make you happy now.” “And how did you know that?” I asked him angrily once again. He calmly replied to me, “I know everything, darling, how you go to the bathroom night after night to calm yourself down. And whenever I fuck you, there is no expression of pleasure on your face, when it used to be clear earlier. Actually you are missing Ani and his cock. Isn’t it?” I had no clear answer to give him. I was forced to remain silent. Every single thing he said was true, which I could not deny even if I tried to do so. He looked at me again and said, “I know this sounds strange. But I have read all about this. And I feel… maybe… if we try this, something new can happen into our lives. And according to me we should definitely try this. I cannot see you suffering like this anymore. And I will not let this happen. You will have to listen to me, for my sake.” I was stunned to hear his words. It was as if a storm of questions was rising in my mind. Is this really the same person who married me? Does he really want me to be with someone else…? But how could I do this again? Ani’s matter was completely different. He was one of our family. But according to Bijan, I would have to have sex with a stranger. But how is this possible? I kept thinking. “Bijan, do you understand what you are saying?” I said now in a voice full of anger and doubt. He took a deep breath and held my hand. “Yes, Pihu. I know this sounds strange. But I just want you to be happy. And I want the same passion to return to our relationship. I just want to feel you without any limits. I want to make you mine once again. And this is the only way I can do it. Please darling, don’t refuse now.” His words shook me to the core. On one hand, there was my values, my shyness, which were stopping me from doing all this again. On the other hand, a suppressed excitement and desire was awakening once again inside me.

That night, I could not sleep at all and I kept tossing and turning. His words were echoing in my mind. Can I do this? Can I got fucked by another man in front of my husband once again? There was a strange restlessness inside me. But somewhere, this thought was also thrilling me at the same time. That night sleep was far away from my eyes. Bijan's words were echoing in my mind again and again. "I want you to be happy... and I want to feel you without any limits." Was this really my same husband, who never let even a single tear come to my eyes in two years of marriage? But today he expressed such a thought, which awakened all the desires and fears inside me. I kept tossing and turning. Will I be able to do this again? My values were stopping me again and again, but somewhere his words had changed something inside me. The next morning when I was making tea in the kitchen, I heard the sound of his footsteps. He came and stood behind me. “Pihu…” There was clear hesitation in his voice. “What is the matter?” I asked without looking at him while washing the dishes. “For last night’s incident… I apologize to you. Maybe I said something that hurt you.” I looked back at him. There was honesty and slight shyness in his eyes. “Do you really think this is the right thing to do? And should we really do this?” I asked him directly. He took a deep breath and said to me, “To be honest, I don’t know if it is right or wrong. But I do know that I want you to be happy. It is clear now that you are not happy with me anymore. That is why I want to do this. But if you don’t feel it is right, then let us forget it. You think about it, darling. Then whatever your decision is, tell me, I will accept it happily. You don’t need to worry. You can take this decision with an open heart. You have complete freedom in taking this decision.” I kept thinking about his words all the day. He had said all this only for my happiness, and somewhere, he himself was excited about it. By evening I decided that if all this has to be done, then it will be under some rules made by us. At night, when we both were lying on the bed, I told him, "Bijan, I have been thinking about what you said all the day today. And I have also come to a decision. Before I tell you that, I want to tell you something else." Bijan was listening carefully to every word I said. As soon as I finished, he said, "Tell me, darling, what you want to tell me. I am listening." I started telling him, “Look darling, even if I agree to what you say, we have to take special care of some things.” He looked at me curiously. “What things?” I took a deep breath and said, “First of all, all this will happen only with our consent. No photos, no videos. And this will happen only when you want.” He immediately nodded and said, “I agree to every condition of yours, darling. This will be a matter between us only. I promise you.” “Okay. So now we have to decide who that person will be,” I said. He looked at me and said, “We have to take some time for this. We need a person who…” “Who will respect our feelings. Who can understand that we are doing this of our own free will, not under any pressure.” I interrupted him and said. He nodded his head and agreed with me. “And one more thing.” I told him. He said, “What?” I said, “I don’t want to do all this shit in our house at all.” “Don’t you worry, we will settle in a good hotel,” he said. “And if I suspect anyone, he will be out immediately. We only want someone who fits these criteria,” I said. Over the next few days, we began our search. First, Bijan suggested a colleague from his office. “He is a very private person. And looks good too,” he said. But when I saw his photo, I immediately refused. “No, Bijan. I find something strange in his eyes. He is not looking trustworthy at all.” The second time, he mentioned a friend of his. I looked at him — strong body, attractive face, but when I tried to talk to him, his arrogant attitude did not appeal to me at all. “This is not right. We want a person who is comfortable, who does not think of himself as anything less than a king.” The third attempt was with a stranger Bijan had connected through an online network. Initially, it seemed fine, but in a short time, he started asking too many questions. “This is dangerous,” I said. “Anyone who tries to know more is not worthy of trust.”

Then one day, Bijan showed me a picture. He was tall, broad body. He looked like a trainer, but there was something different about him. I came to know a strange thing while looking at his picture. His face was not visible in the picture. Only his body was visible. When I asked Bijan about this, he told me a strange story, “Darling, do you know anything about gigolo?” I was surprised to hear this word from his mouth. I had never heard this word before. I said, “No. What is that?” Bijan told me, “Gigolo is a man whose profession is to have sex with different women. In a way, you can call him a male prostitute.” I was surprised to hear his words once again. I asked him, “Where did you get this from?” Bijan replied laughingly, “I was searching on the net for the last few days. During this time I came across a website. On that site gigolos are available for rent. They will charge on hourly basis. They have ratings etc. The better the rating of the gigolo, the higher the rent. After searching a lot, I found this to be the best and most reliable. Now you tell me.” I said to Bijan softly, “Maybe… but we will have to know more about him.” Bijan looked at me and nodded with a light smile, “There is no need actually. I have found out everything. These people are all professionals. They know how to do their work well. We will not have to worry. These people take full care of their customers and their own privacy. I found this to be the best. We should try this only.” I listened to him seriously. And asked, “So what will be our next step?” He said, “First we have to pay them the money. It has to be booked. Once it is booked, we can tell them our preferred place and time. So what do you say darling, should I book it?” I said shyly, “Do what you think is right.” Bijan hugged me and said, “Don’t keep anything to your heart, darling. Understand one thing, we are doing this only to improve our relationship, nothing else.” Then he went to that website and paid the amount that gigolo was required to pay. And booked him for an evening. Bijan said that for now he has booked him for two hours. If needed, we can extend the time by making payment. After that I asked Bijan, “Now the most important thing is where to do it,” “We will meet at a place which is safe and private too, so that we will not face any problem.” Bijan decided. He chose a big and rich hotel in the city. This place was both private and safe, and despite being in the middle of the city, it was not very crowded. Which was another advantage for us. For the next few days, Bijan and I paid attention to every small and big thing. I said, “On which date have you booked it?” Bijan replied with a mischievous smile, “24th of next month.” I was surprised to hear this from him. I said, “But darling, that day is our second wedding anniversary.” He smiled again and said, “That is why I have booked it on that day. This will be my anniversary gift to you.” I blushed again after hearing his words. We booked a private hotel room. And we informed the gigolo about the time and place. Most importantly, we decided that it would be done in a natural way, without any pressure. The website agreed with us every time. They assured us that he would respect our boundaries completely. The night before going to the hotel, I stayed up late. “Will I be able to do this? Will this be right?” There was a constant battle going on between my values and my desires. I told myself, “This is only for the happiness of my husband. He has done so much for me, and if this gives new energy to our relationship, what's wrong with that? I have to do it anyway."

The room in the hotel was booked. We had arrived well before time. And we were sitting and waiting in the room. Dim lights, cushioned bed, and the rustle of silence flowing in the room. Everything seemed perfect for this night. I was wearing a light pink colored saree. Its thin fringe was touching my waist, and its light shine was highlighting every part of my body. The deep neckline of the matching blouse was making my tight boobs look desperate. The pressure of the atmosphere in the room was felt. Bijan was sitting next to me, there was a different shine in his eyes. He looked a little nervous too, but there was a strange thrill in him to see all this. “You don't need to panic, darling.” he said holding my hand. “Don’t worry, I am fine, honey.” I said him softly. Suddenly there was a slight knock on the door. I looked at the clock. It was 7 in the evening. He had come exactly on time. Bijan got up from beside me and went to open the door. As soon as Bijan opened the door, a man entered. He was wearing a light brown shirt, and his toned muscles were clearly visible through the shirt. He was of the same age as Bijan. But one thing was strange. He was wearing a mask on his face. Due to which we could not see his face, only his eyes were visible to us. His eyes were directly on me, and as soon as he entered the room, he examined my whole body head to toe without saying anything. As soon as he came inside, Bijan locked the door from inside. The man greeted both of us and said in his heavy but silky smooth voice, “Namaskar. I have come to serve you people for this evening. I cannot tell you my real name. Suppose, my name is Rajesh. I hope, this will work for you. If you want, you can call me by changing your name. Or you can also tell me your real name. It will not matter to me.” The man seemed very professional from his words. As if this was his daily work. He was behaving very normally in front of us. He seemed very calm too. Bijan said to him, “We have no problem in telling our real names. I am Bijan. And this is my wife Pihu.” He looked at me once again and greeted me and shook hands with Bijan. I also said greeted him. I asked him, “Can I ask you something?” He replied with a smile, “Sure.” I said, “We could not see your face in the picture. And you are still wearing a mask, what is the reason for this?” He said again, “The reason is very simple, madam. In the work we do, we cannot show our real face or identity to people, that is why.” I said again, “So will you keep wearing it all the time?” He replied, “No, once I inspect this room, I will remove my mask later.” Bijan now asked, “What kind of inspection?” He looked at Bijan and said, “I have to check or rather you can say inspect, if you want to say so, if there are any cameras hidden in this room or not. After that I surely will take off my mask later.” Bijan also said, “You can take a look.” He thanked and inspected the whole room thoroughly. Then after being satisfied, he finally removed his mask. And we saw his face for the very first time. He was quite handsome, I must admit. I saw a glimpse of confidence in his eyes. He then took out a form from his pocket. And handed it to Bijan. Taking it, Bijan asked him, “What is this?” He said, “Consent letter. It says that whatever you are going to do now, you are doing it with your own will. There is no pressure from either me or my company on you. Both of you have agreed to do this with me in your full consciousness. Please read this and sign it. Then we will start.” Bijan said, “But what is the need for all this?” He said, “This is our company policy, sir. Both of you will have to sign. Then we will be able to proceed.” “Okay,” saying this, Bijan signed the form. I also signed it. And returned the form to him. He checked the form carefully and kept it in his pocket. Then looking at both of us, he asked, “So…should we start now?” Bijan said, “Yes, but before that we want to talk to you about something.” He said, “Tell me.” I said, “Should we talk while having some coffee? Would you mind?” He said, “Obviously not. As you wish.” I made coffee for the three of us. We had already made arrangements for it. I took a sip of my coffee and said, “Mr. Rajesh, I want to talk to you in private. And I hope you will understand.” He looked at me with some seriousness. “Go ahead. But I will be happy if you call me “Tumi” instead of “Apni”. This will make our work easier.” I started with a little hesitation, “Thank you. And you can also call me ‘Tumi’. Looking at you, it seems that you are quite professional in this work. And you do your work with devotion. My husband and I want to try something new in our marriage. This will be only within our wishes and limits. We felt that you may be perfect for this thing. But before that, we want to put some conditions in front of you.” He became silent for a while. “I am listening to you,” he said without any emotion.

Then Bijan said, “Today is our second wedding anniversary.” We had already decided that he would be involved in this part of the conversation. Hearing this, Rajesh smiled calmly and shook hands with both of us and said, “Oh congratulations.” Bijan said, “Thank you Rajesh. I hope Pihu has given you an idea of what we talked about,” Rajesh nodded. “Yes, I understand a little. You both want to try something new. But I want it to be clear. There should be no misunderstanding.” “This is what we want too,” Bijan said. “First of all, this will be only with our consent. We will not take any photos, no videos. So both of you switch off your phones and keep them somewhere. And I do not have any phone or camera or other gadget. You guys can check me as well, if you want to.” Bijan said, “No need for that. We completely trust you.” We switched off our respective phones and kept them aside. Then I said, “And this will be just a limited thing. There will be no room for emotional attachment. This is only a way to give new energy to our marriage.” Rajesh listened to us carefully. He said seriously, “If all this is on your terms and conditions, then I have no problem. I respect the fact that both of you are putting this in front of me openly.” Hearing this, both Bijan and I felt a strange relief. “So… are you ready?” He said to me with a light smile. “Yes,” Bijan replied on my behalf. “It will be only on our terms. If at any moment something feels wrong, Pihu will say ‘stop’. And everything will stop right there.” Rajesh nodded. “I agree to the rules too.” Then he looked at me. “But this saree… it is deadly.” I lowered my eyes due to shyness, but every part of my body was responding to what he said. Rajesh asked Bijan while sitting on the sofa, “So, all this was your idea, right?” Bijan said with courage, “Yes. I wanted Pihu to feel what I cannot give her.” “And will you enjoy watching all this?” Rajesh asked directly. Bijan said without hesitation, “Yes. Why not?” “So won’t you feel bad that your wife… will get fucked by someone else’s cock?” Rajesh said sharply. I was taken aback by this. I looked at Bijan hesitantly. He took a deep breath and said, “No. Because I would be happy if she is completely satisfied. I want her to enjoy every moment.” Finally Rajesh looked at me and said, “Okay then, Pihu, let’s start it now.” At that time my heart beats had become so fast that I could hear it easily with my ears. (Contd.)

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