Adultery "My wife And My friends uncle".......

[Dave Rajan]

Update 49 – 
"Machan… one minute da. My wife is calling. I’ll talk to her and come back. Stay on the line da."
"Okay da, I’m waiting. Talk and come."
Prabu put the call on hold.
"Hmm… tell me, what is it?"
"Enga… work is finished. Come down near that house for a bit."
"Hmm… okay. I’ll come. You come quickly."
"I’ve already started. It’s enough if you people come… okay, okay."
"Dei machan… my wife is asking me to come. I called her. I’m going home. You remember everything I told you, right?"
"Hmm… it’s there da."
"Okay… okay. I’ll drop her at home and call you. If you’re awake, we’ll talk."
"Hmm… okay da. Drop Latha at home and call me."
Latha got on the bike and left with Damu towards their house.
As they rode, a thousand thoughts raced through Latha’s mind.
Damu, who usually came home drunk and beat her…
Even after everything that had happened today, he wasn’t beating her. He wasn’t scolding her. He wasn’t even speaking a single word against her.
Latha herself no longer cared whether Damu drank or not.
How many times had she told him — don’t drink, don’t drink. Even if you have to drink, isn’t once a week enough? But no… every single day. Drink… drink…
Without even checking if his wife had any interest, he would come and satisfy his own itch, then dump all that smell on her. If she told him not to drink, it would turn into a fight. If she talked back during the fight, he would beat her. It was a slave’s life.
And during the time he was loving her, he would say things like “I’ll treat you like a queen… I’ll look after you like this…”
We never asked you to treat us like queens.
At least if you didn’t treat us like servants, it would be enough. If our words had even a little value or respect, that would be enough for us. But even that… we don’t have.
But if someone comes along and offers a little money and a position… you people hand over your wives to him without a second thought.
That day I got caught red-handed with you. Even though I was angry with you, when I was caught betraying you, without even realizing it, I folded my hands and begged you for forgiveness. I thought you would beat me… scold me. For the first time in my life, I expected that. If you had beaten me and scolded me for my mistake, then forgiven me and accepted me back… how good our life could have been. Or at least fought with me… shown your anger for a few days. As your wife, that’s what I expected from you that day. Even though I had made a mistake, that day I decided to end my relationship with Guru Sir. But when you saw me with Guru Sir at the entrance, you didn’t say a single word. You just came inside, took that receipt, and left.
After you left, I told Guru Sir that this relationship should not continue anymore, and I cried so much that day.
I called you so many times that day, but you didn’t pick up. That same night Guru Sir called again and said, “Your husband will no longer be a problem for our relationship. I’ve given him the manager post. He accepted it. From now on he won’t interfere with you.” I was stunned for a moment. I fought with Guru and told him my husband is a drunkard, but he’s not the kind of man who would hand over his own wife. Guru replied, “If you don’t believe what I’m saying, tomorrow night I’ll come to your house. I’ll take you to your bedroom, leave you inside, and tell your husband to go out for a while and come back. He will do exactly what I say. You’ll see.”
Even then I didn’t believe it. I kept arguing with him, supporting you. When you came home, I tried so hard to ask for your forgiveness and talk to you, but you weren’t ready to listen to even a single word from me. Just like Guru said, the next night he came home. Right in front of you, he took me to the bedroom. You didn’t even try to stop him or save me. In front of you, he took me inside the bedroom and told you to go to the nearby shop and come back.
It only takes five minutes to go to the shop and return… but you came back after five hours… at dawn. No matter how much I begged, Guru wouldn’t listen. He kept talking to me… mesmerizing me… saying loving words… telling me that you had left me… and somehow made me agree. That day he used me more thoroughly than ever before. All my control… became his. Until he went inside me… after putting it in and fucking me… with my own mouth he made me say, “I am your whore… my husband is an impotent… he can never satisfy you the way you do… only you are the special one.”
After that, I couldn’t do anything anymore. I became completely submissive to him.
You also stopped caring about me. And he never left me alone.
First, the one who was starving for comfort and love… he gave me that and then fucked me. Second… because of you, he turned me into another whore. In the days that followed, he started coming home… or wherever he told me to come, I would go there… stay with him… and after everything was over, he would call and send me back home. This is your work now.
And the injustice in all this… there are two things… or we can even call them incidents.
One… one day he asked me to come near a forest area and told you to stand guard outside. He dragged me inside a bush and fucked me very heavily that day before sending me back. If any husband had seen the state I was in when I came out of that bush, he would have gotten angry and at least beaten or scolded me. But for you… your cock stood up.
Two… one day, just one week after my periods ended… that night, without telling anyone, Guru came home.
That day he wanted to sleep in our bedroom. You were about to go outside, but he made you sleep inside… on the mat on the floor. You slept there without any shame. That day, with no clothes on my body… you sleeping below on the floor… he fucked me six times on the bed above. All six times he came inside me. He kept saying, “Today I definitely won’t let you go without making you pregnant,” and kept fucking me. After that he continued fucking me and cumming inside while saying, “Next time you won’t even get your periods.”
That day you definitely wouldn’t have slept well… because the bed never stayed still… it kept shaking the whole time.
The next day while cleaning the room, I saw… wherever you had slept on the floor… it was all white… stains… stains everywhere. Upstairs the wife was getting fucked… and you were downstairs doing handjob. After that day, I completely lost all respect for you.
Only for the sake of my child… and for the sake of the child growing in my stomach that belongs to Guru… I am still having sex with you.
After Latha finished thinking all this in her mind, they reached the house.
Latha got down, went inside, lay on the bed and started sleeping. Damu lit a beedi and went up to the terrace and called Prabu again.
Prabu couldn’t bear what Damu had told him. Guru had plenty of opportunities to hug Sandhya. Damu had repeatedly warned him that Guru was not a soft man.
But what shook Prabu even more… what intoxicated him… what made him suffer and aroused his manhood… was something else entirely. The other woman Damu had seen was none other than Prabu’s own relative — Raghu’s wife, Krithika.
Prabu had genuine love for Sandhya. But that didn’t stop him from secretly desiring well-built women. Even though some people liked Krithika and some didn’t, Prabu couldn’t help but admire her intoxicating drunk face and her full body. On Raghu and Krithika’s wedding night itself, Prabu had masturbated thinking about her. Later, other people masturbating while thinking about Prabu’s wife became another story. Even though Prabu secretly admired Krithika’s beauty, he never showed it outside.
Prabu had many such dream women.
He had satisfied his desire for all of them only through masturbation.
Krithika was a little stubborn but had a good character. She… today… like this? He stood there stunned. That too, with Raghu at home, she and Latha together had been fucked by Guru.
How had Guru managed to bring down both Raghu and Krithika? Had they unknowingly stepped into something much deeper than they realized? Prabu felt fear.
Should he just make peace with Guru without any more talk? He wondered. With a man like Guru who behaved this way with women, had they wrongly pushed his own wife into danger? He felt regret. But at the same time, whenever he thought about Sandhya… and Krithika… his cock hardened again and again.
At that moment, Damu called.
"Hmm… hello… tell me da."
"Machi… Latha went inside the house. I’ve come up to the terrace."
"Dei… even now I can’t believe what you told me da. Krithika… like that…"
"She’s a bit of a dub type da. How did he manage her? That too with Raghu’s consent… I still can’t believe it machi."
"That’s what even I don’t know da."
"Machi… you tell me. What kind of girl was Latha? How was she when she was with us?"
"For me… how truly… even if our boys came, how well she would take care of everything… all that was one time da. Now… how she has changed… did you see?"
"Hmm… what you’re saying is also right."
"But… one thing is coming to my mind da."
"Tell it. Boldly tell me."
"No machi… when you talk about Sandhya… it feels a bit fearful and thrilling. But the moment you told me about Krithika… mood came immediately da. My cock stood up."
"Now… there is also fear. What if Guru does something like this to Sandhya too? What if we unnecessarily pushed Sandhya into this by not listening to you and trying to suppress Guru’s arrogance? That thought is there da. But at the same time… when I imagine Guru hugging Sandhya the way you said… there is also some stiffness… my heart is beating fast… an indescribable, confusing feeling is coming da. I don’t understand anything. Seeing all this… it feels like cuckold feeling… but also not exactly like that… I don’t understand anything."
"Dei Prabu… after you told me all this… I also feel like I should tell you everything da. For so many days I haven’t told this to anyone. Now I’m telling you. Even for me… whether I have become a cuckold or not… there is only confusion da."
"Dei… what doubt do you have in this? Latha made a mistake… you are tolerating everything for the sake of the family. Why are you feeling like this?"
"Listen to what I’m saying… then tell me."
"Hmm… tell."
"That first day when I saw them together… I only felt anger. Because of Guru’s manager offer, I couldn’t do anything that day. But even then, I didn’t have any cuckold feeling. The next day at night when Guru came home and told me to go to the shop and come back, I stayed outside at the entrance till dawn. Even then nothing came to my mind. I just thought it was fate."
"After every visit from Guru, I started noticing the changes in Latha’s body. Earlier I only saw her body fully. But after that… when she wore a saree, the parts the saree didn’t cover… it aroused me a lot. When she wore a nighty and did work… when she bent down… seeing her beauty little by little… it started doing something to me. At that time I felt shy to ask her for sex. But Guru was enjoying her so well. A woman who belonged to me… I couldn’t enjoy her… I couldn’t even ask her about it… I suffered. When I looked at her, I got more mood than before. But now I can’t enjoy her. It became worse when Guru stopped coming home and instead called her wherever he was and asked her to come. Even while sending her, my mind would get hit. She would get ready so beautifully for him. Even for us she wouldn’t have gotten ready and come like that. Worse than that… when he called her back… however beautifully she had gotten ready and gone, he would have squeezed and fucked her twice as much. That Guru…"
"In that state, whenever I saw her, I always had two kinds of feelings. The more I saw her like that, the more I couldn’t stop getting aroused. I couldn’t have proper sex with her either. The only way left was to hold it in my hand and do it myself."
"One day like this, Guru called Latha, shared his location on WhatsApp, and told me to bring her. It was around 9 at night. I thought he would be at his usual places — some office, or his house, or apartment, or hotel. But when we went… it was his garden… a forest area. On the way itself the atmosphere felt different."
"When we reached, Guru was standing in front. Latha had worn lots of jasmine flowers in her hair and a normal saree… she looked gorgeous. At that moment I felt something strange. I asked Guru if there was an outhouse anywhere. He said yes. I thought he would take her there and told him I would wait outside. But that bastard… instead of taking her to the outhouse, he took her inside a bush right there. For a long time heavy sounds came from inside. After some time both of them came out. You should have seen Latha’s condition… her saree was full of mud and dirt… her hair was completely messed up… half the jasmine flowers were gone, only a few were left here and there. The moment I saw her like that… my cock stood up immediately."
"More cruel than this… one day at night he came straight into our bedroom. He told me to sleep on the floor below. That day he slept with her on the bed. That day I couldn’t control myself at all. The sounds of fucking and moaning tore through my ears. I had no other way… right there I held my cock and did handjob da. I myself finished three times that night. Even after that sleep was coming heavily. But that guy… even after I finished three times, he kept fucking her for a long time."
"Dei… why didn’t you tell me all this that day?"
"How can I tell everything immediately da?"
"Okay… leave it. We’ve talked for a long time. Go and sleep."
"Hmm… okay da."
After finishing the call with Damu, Prabu entered the bedroom.
Sandhya was sleeping on the bed. The blanket he had covered himself with earlier was no longer on him. Her saree had shifted, exposing her body to him. Prabu had seen Sandhya naked many times before. But now, with Guru’s and Damu’s words still ringing in his ears and mind, seeing Sandhya’s exposed body this time made something happen inside him. As she breathed in her sleep, her breasts rose and fell. Seeing that, Prabu remembered what Guru had said. Maybe if Guru had hugged her… would her breasts have pressed against his chest? Or would they have crushed against him? While hugging, would he have caressed her back and hips… or just held her normally? These thoughts kept alternating in his mind. On top of that, Krithika… and now Latha’s matters becoming clear… he could no longer control his manhood. He thought of waking Sandhya, but then decided that since she was sleeping deeply, he would go to the bathroom and masturbate to release his desire.
Since Sandhya was sleeping soundly, he casually closed the bathroom door and went inside.
On their wedding night itself, Prabu had told Sandhya all his secrets. The only secret he had kept was that he watched a lot of porn and because of that he masturbated. On the tenth day after their first night, he had told her everything and sworn that from then on he would never watch porn or masturbate again. Today he was breaking that oath.
Inside the bathroom, he sat down, took out his cock, and started stroking it while thinking about Sandhya… Krithika… and the scene Damu had described of Latha in the bush. Immersed in those thoughts, he slowly and firmly stroked his cock. Pleasure began flooding through him.
Sandhya, who was secretly watching from outside, did not miss any of it.