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

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After the call, my wife did not move away from me and instead hugged me tightly with her face pressed into my chest, her whole body nervous, her breasts shaking against me through the nighty while my hands were still under the nighty from behind holding her naked ass cheeks, and in the mirror behind her I could see those same ass cheeks sitting in my hands.

“I don’t want him to come here, Shiva, I don’t want that man to touch me,” she said against my chest.
I held her as if I was on her side and spoke slowly, as if I was protecting her, “I am with you, I am not saying he should fuck you, if it is only a hug and a kiss I can accept that, let him come, let him hug you, let him kiss you, and then we will send him, nothing more than that.”
I said it like a husband standing with her, but inside me even that image was enough, the astrologer’s ugly arms around my wife, his mouth on her lips, his hands on her back, and the thought made my cock stay hard against her stomach while I kept pretending I was only calming her.
She shook her head against my chest and said, “I can’t, Shiva, have you seen him, he is so ugly, dark sunken face, those teeth, that smell, how can a woman kiss those lips, even a hug from him makes my body go stiff, I don’t want his mouth on me.”
I looked over her shoulder into the mirror where her nighty was still lifted from behind and my hands were on her naked ass cheeks, and I squeezed them slowly while I used the one fear she could not fight, “Then think of our son, he said if we don’t keep the promise he will do puja against Rajesh, not just fail him again, destroy his life, after everything we suffered this month, after he has just passed, do you want to take that risk, I am not asking you to let him fuck you, I am saying if a hug and a kiss can close this, we should not make him angry.”
The words scared the life out of her and her body stiffened in my hands, and in the mirror I saw her ass cheeks clench and then loosen again as the fear went through her while she held me tighter and breathed fast against my chest.
“Don’t say he will destroy our son, please don’t say that,” she whispered.
“That is what he said, you heard him, we should not test that old man,” I told her, still looking at her ass cheeks in the mirror, my fingers moving over them under the nighty, my cock still shamelessly hard from the thought of that ugly man hugging her and kissing her in our own house.
She was quiet for a long moment and then she understood the corner she was in and said in a small voice, “If it is only a hug and a kiss I can do that, nothing more, he can hug me, he can kiss me, but he should not put his hand inside, he should not take off my saree, he should not fuck me, only that much, Shiva, only because of our son.”
I hugged her as if I had saved her and said, “Yes, only hug and kiss, nothing more.”
She believed I was on her side, and in the mirror I kept looking at her naked ass cheeks in my hands, already imagining the astrologer holding that same body when he walked into our house.


I kept looking at her in the mirror and did not take my hands off her.
From behind, under the lifted nighty, I gently grabbed her naked ass cheeks and squeezed them slowly, feeling how warm they were, how they filled my palms, how they tightened and then softened each time my fingers pressed in. In the mirror I could see everything at once — her nervous face against my shoulder, her nighty bunched at her waist, my hands on her ass, and the way her thighs were slightly apart as if her body had not decided whether to hide or stay open.
I spoke against her ear as if I was only joking, but my voice came out lower than I wanted.
“Don’t forget your promise to me. After the function you said that one day you would give me your asshole, and I have been carrying that in my mind since that night. Today you look so different that I am remembering it again. I am holding your ass and looking at you in this mirror and I cannot stop thinking that you promised me that part of your body.”
Her body reacted before her mouth did.
A small shiver went down her back. Her ass cheeks clenched in my hands. She held my shoulders tighter, her fingers pressing into my shirt, and when she looked at me her eyes were already wet. This was not only fear. There was love sitting openly on her face, the same love with which she had stayed awake for our son, made coffee at midnight, and given her whole life to this house.

She swallowed once and then spoke, still holding me.
“Shiva, my body belongs to you. I am your wife. If you want my asshole, take it. If you want me in any way, I will give it. That promise was for you, not for anyone else. You can do anything with me because I love you, and I have always been yours. I am not saying no to you. But I am worried about that astrologer. I don’t know what he will decide when he comes here, and I am scared he will ask for more than a hug and a kiss. I can give my body to you because you are my husband. That old man is different. Even thinking of his hands on me is making me nervous.”
As I looked at her face, I saw that she looked different today.

She was not just beautiful in the way I had always known. The love in her eyes, the slight tremble in her lower lip, the way she was breathing through her mouth, all of it made her look hotter in a new way. Another man was going to come into our house and enjoy her. That thought itself changed her face for me. She looked more desirable, more open, more like a woman who had already been touched by other men’s eyes and hands, and my cock stayed hard against her stomach because of that.
I lifted the nighty from the front.

Her full breasts came into view, heavy and uncovered, nipples already tight. I held them in my hands and felt how warm they were, how her nipples hardened even more between my fingers. At the same time I still grabbed her ass from behind, so in the mirror I could see my hands on her breasts and on her ass together. A thin wetness showed on her inner thighs. Her stomach tightened. She bit her lower lip and looked down at my hands as if she could not believe we were doing this with the astrologer already on the way.

Her voice came out shaking, but she did not stop after one short line.
“Do you want to fuck me now, Shiva, before he comes? I know you are horny. I have seen you controlling yourself all these days, getting up from the bed, walking away, holding your own need because of those instructions. I was controlling myself too, but I also saw what it was doing to you. If you take me now I will let you. My body is already asking for you after this whole month. I am wet, I am scared, and I don’t know whether I want you to take me first so that at least I go to him as your wife, or whether we should wait because he said he would decide after he comes. Tell me what you want. I am standing here with my nighty lifted and your hands on my breasts and my ass, and I need to hear it from you.”
Before I could answer, we heard the front door.
Our son had come back.

We pulled apart at once. I dropped the nighty down over her breasts and her ass. She quickly smoothed it with both hands, wiped her eyes, and we went to the living room as if nothing had been happening.
He was still happy from the sweets and the result. I told him to go to my mother’s house in the next street and stay with her for some time. He agreed without asking too much.
Then he asked for money.

I took out more cash and put it in his hand.
“This is for your pocket. Buy sweets for Paati also, and for her neighbours. Tell them you passed in the reevaluation. Give them properly and stay there.”
He took the money, smiled, and went off.
The door closed behind him.
The house was ours again, and the astrologer was still coming in one hour.