Misc. Erotica The Astrologer and My Wife (COMPLETED)- By Novelist Casanova

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The next morning when I woke up, my wife was already in the kitchen.

I could smell the coffee. I got out of bed and walked toward the kitchen. She was standing near the stove in her nighty, hair loosely tied, looking soft and domestic in the morning light. When she heard my footsteps and turned, I saw it at once on her face — she was still emotional from last night, still carrying what I had told her.
She looked at me carefully.

“Are you still thinking about the wedding?” she asked in a low voice. “About all those incidents?”
Before I could answer, she added softly,
“I am not wearing any bra or panties under this nighty. If you want, you can fuck me now. It’s okay.”
For a moment I just stood there looking at her.
Then I smiled.

I walked up to her, wrapped my arms around her, and hugged her from the front. Her body came against me through the thin nighty — her full breasts soft without a bra, her waist, the bare shape of her ass under the cloth. She hugged me back at once and began comforting me, her hand moving slowly over my back.
“It’s okay, Shiva… I’m here,” she whispered.

I held her tighter, breathing her in, the anger from last night already smaller in her arms.
That was when we heard my son’s footsteps from the hallway.
We broke the hug at once.

My wife stepped back toward the stove, and I cleared my throat and spoke normally.
“I’ll get ready for court.”
She nodded, still looking at me with quiet understanding.
I went to the bedroom, bathed, wore my formal clothes, took my bag, and left for court.
The day moved fast.

I argued the matter with a clear head. The judge ruled in my favour. Outside the courtroom, juniors and a few seniors came up and praised the way I had handled the arguments. Phones began ringing with congratulations. Clients smiled. For a few hours the world returned to what it always was for me — work, respect, and success.
Slowly, without me forcing it, the wedding incidents began to fade into the background.
The videographer, the groom, the men at the buffet, the catering boy, even my friend’s hands on my wife’s ass — all of it became quieter under the weight of the win and the praise around me.
By afternoon, Advocate Shiva Shankar was fully back in his own world.
And for a while, the fire from that night stayed behind.