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

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The astrologer looked toward the young man at the door.

“Take her to my bedroom. Show her the room. Tell her to wait there. I will come.”
Then he turned back to my wife.
“Go with him. Wait in that room. I will come there and fuck you. That is the remedy. Do not come out until I finish.”
I stood up at once.
“This is a scam. You are a scammer. You used my wife’s pain and now you want her body. We are leaving.”
The astrologer’s face did not change.
“Sit down, Advocate. If you take her out of this house now, I will not only stop the remedy. I will do the puja the other way. The boy will fail again. He will fail the next time also. The papers will remain closed for him. Forever.”
My wife caught my arm, frightened.
“Shiva, don’t. Please don’t speak like that.”
“Sudha, he is cheating you. There is no star in this. He wants to fuck you. That is all.”
The astrologer looked only at her.
“Let him talk. If he stops you, the lock will become permanent. I have already seen the black panties and the white bra. The block is confirmed. If you walk out after coming this far, the boy’s education will burn.”
My wife started crying.
“Please, Swami, don’t do that. Don’t say he will fail forever. I will do what you asked. Please don’t put that on my son.”
Then she turned to me, still holding my arm, her voice breaking.
“Shiva, please. I have to let this happen. I have to do it for our son. If you fight with him now, he will ruin Rajesh. Please don’t stop me.”
“I cannot let this man touch you.”
“You have to,” she said, helpless and cornered. “I stayed awake for him. I made coffee for him. I cannot watch him fail again. If this is the only way, I will go. Please forgive me. Please let me do it.”
The room filled with that fight — my anger, her fear, and the old man’s calm threat sitting over both of us.
At last my wife looked at me with no strength left.
“I have already made up my mind. There is no other way. He has to pass this time.”
The young assistant waited at the door. My wife got up slowly. The pink chiffon saree and pink blouse moved over her body with nothing underneath — no white bra, no black panties. Those were still lying in front of the astrologer.
She looked at me once more, crying, ashamed, and completely cornered.
Then she followed the young man out of the room toward the bedroom.
I remained standing there, angry, helpless, and burning, while the astrologer sat in his seat as if the fight had already gone the way he wanted.



The astrologer got up from his seat and walked toward the bedroom.
I followed him.
Inside the bedroom my wife was already standing near the bed, nervous, squeezing the pallu end of her pink chiffon saree with both hands. The pink blouse sat on her full breasts with no white bra underneath. The pink chiffon saree sat on her hips with no black panties underneath. She looked frightened and cornered.
The astrologer walked toward her, lifting his arms as if he was about to hug her.
“Wait,” I said.
He stopped and turned to me.
“How exactly are you going to break this lock you keep talking about? I want it clearly. I am an advocate. I will not accept loose words.”
The astrologer looked at me and answered without shame.
“I will perform puja. The puja will open the boy’s papers. Fucking your wife is the reward for helping your son pass.”
“If you fuck her now, and then my son does not pass, what happens?” I asked. “What proof do we have that your puja works? What if this is only a trick to take my wife first? What if after tonight you say the stars changed again? What guarantee is there that the result will actually change?”
My wife, still squeezing her pallu end, looked at him and supported me.
“Yes, Swami. What if he does not pass after this? Then what happens to me? Please answer him.”
I continued.
“If the remedy is truly for our son, then the result should come first. Why should my wife be given to you before the papers are opened? If you are as powerful as you say, make him pass first. Then talk about your reward.”
The astrologer stared at us for a while. The young assistant remained near the door.
At last the old man nodded.

“Fine. I will make your son pass first. Then I will fuck her. Do not think I am a small man. I have turned failed papers into pass marks. I have opened locked houses. I have made people come back to me when they thought they could escape. If I take this up, your son will pass.”
My wife looked at me. I looked at her.

After everything that had happened in that house, this was the only thing that sounded even a little fair.
“Alright,” I said. “If he passes first, then we will see.”
We slowly came out of the bedroom and stood again in the same room where we had first sat and talked.
The astrologer sat back in his seat. My wife’s white bra and black panties were still on the table in front of him.

“For now I will perform puja keeping this white bra and these black panties,” he said. “Go home and tell your son to apply for reevaluation in all the papers he has failed. He will pass in all of them. After he passes, you must bring your wife back to me. Then I will fuck her as the reward for helping your son pass.”
My wife lowered her eyes and agreed.
“Yes, Swami. If he passes, I will come.”
I got up, already thinking one thing in my mind — after my son passes, I will forget this bastard forever.
My wife also got up.

That was when the astrologer stood up as well.
“Remember this. If you do not come back, if you do not let me fuck your wife after the boy passes, I will do puja the other way. I will destroy his life. The papers will close again. His future will burn.”
My wife got scared at once.
Even I felt a cold fear go through me.
She folded her hands and said quickly,
“I will definitely come, Swami. If my son passes, I will come. I promise.”


We walked out of that room with her white bra and black panties still left behind on his table, and with that threat sitting on both of us.