Husband gives free pass to wife

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Scene 4

The next morning, the house was filled with the sounds of a normal Sunday the pressure cooker whistling, the TV news in the background but my soul was still trapped in the 5:00 AM darkness. We all woke up late. My mother was already in the hall, sitting on the sofa and playing with little Vanya. My mother is a very kind woman; she knows we work hard in our IT offices all week and we like to party on the weekends, so she always takes care of our daughter. She is the pillar of my family love, the symbol of everything pure in my life, but today, looking at her and Vanya, I was feeling guilty.

It was 1:00 PM, almost time for brunch. Revathi was in the kitchen, her back to me. She was wearing a simple cotton kurti and tight leggings, but on her, even simple clothes looked like they were screaming with a secret life. The kurti was tight across her back and front, and I could see the straps of her nursing bra clearly through the fabric. It showed the deep, beautiful curve of her waist and the massive, swaying weight of her hips as she moved between the stove and the counter. We still hadn't spoken a single word since she walked out of the bathroom in that pink towel, leaving me to rot in my own lust.

I sat at the dining table, pretending to look at my phone, but my eyes were like magnets, constantly pulling toward her. I wanted to see her face, to see if the foggy, wild look was still in her eyes from the night before. The more I looked at her, the more I felt a desperate, heavy pull in my stomach. I wanted to stand up, walk into the kitchen, grab her from behind, and give her the wettest, deepest kiss of my life right there. I wanted to feel her heavy, lactating breasts pressed against my chest while my mother sat just five feet away in the hall. But I am a sensitive man, so I just sat there, my manhood starting to throb again under the table, pulsing with a red and angry rhythm.

Revathi started bringing the food out. One by one, she placed the dishes on the table. Finally, she sat down next to me. She was looking down at her plate, her long, dark hair covering the side of her face. She began serving me food, her fair hands moving gracefully. She always did this she knew I loved being fed by her, or at least having her fill my plate. It usually made me feel calm, like I was being taken care of by my lovely wife.

"Nivedan, why are you not eating your food? It will get cold," she said suddenly.

Her voice was back to being the senior IT professional cold, efficient, and distant. But her lips... I watched them move, remembering how I had licked them while she was in that deep, heavy sleep. I didn't answer for a few seconds. My brain was delayed, stuck on the image of those lips wrapped around that stranger’s tongue in the club.

"I... I was just thinking about a project," I said, looking at my mother to hide my shaking voice.

Revathi didn't look up. "You should relax on Sunday," she said softly, but there was no warmth in it. It was like a wall of ice had been built between us.

Later in the afternoon, the tension was so thick I could hardly breathe. My mother had taken Vanya to the park. I walked into the bedroom where Revathi was fixing her hair in the mirror. 

"Revathi, let’s go out this evening," I suggested, trying to catch her eye in the reflection. "We can go shopping, maybe get something for Vanya. We need to spend time as a family."

She finally looked at me, but her eyes were empty, like a closed door. "I have some other plans, Nivedan," she replied, her voice flat.

"Plans? With who?" I asked, my heart hammering like a drum.

She turned around, leaning her wide hips against the dressing table. "I am going out. Alone. You know the game we started, Nivedan. Don't act like a victim now."

My blood went cold, but my manhood throbbed with a dark power. "Is it... is it the boy from the club? Are you going to see him again?"

Revathi laughed, "You want to know so much, but you can't handle. You want to watch, don't you? But you won't be able to. I want to enjoy this alone. You remember what happened last time? Even after you made them wear those black masks so you wouldn't know who they were..."

I looked down at the floor, the shame washing over me. "Revathi, please..."

"I was tied to the bed-posts, Nivedan," she continued, her voice dropping to a lusty whisper. "I was tied up, with my milk leaking from my breasts because they were so full and heavy. And those two men... those two strangers were sucking me right in front of you. They were taking turns, tasting me while I moaned for them. And you? You couldn't even watch. You turned your head away and cried. I still remember it. You are too sensitive for the reality of what I need."

"Wait, Revathi," I replied, stepping closer, the smell of her rose perfume making my head spin. "I promise you, this time I will just watch. I won't cry. I want to see you enjoy. I want to see everything."

Revathi stepped toward me, her face inches from mine. "I warned you when you started this game, Nivedan. I told you I could get any man I want and you will be left with nothing."

My throat was dry. "Just tell me... who is it tonight? Is it one man or two? Is it the same boy from the club? Is he coming here?"

Revathi grabbed her handbag and walked toward the door. "You know the rules, Nivedan. We can't pick people who live near us. We can't go out with people we know or friends of people we know. It has to be a stranger. It has to be someone who doesn't care about your feelings. I can't tell you more. Just take care of Vanya."

She walked out of the bedroom, the sway of her hips a final insult to my manhood. I heard the main door click shut. I was left standing in the silent house, the image of her tied up with milk leaking from her heavy breasts burning in my mind.