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

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I had just come back to the living room when my phone rang.

It was the astrologer.
He asked for directions in that same calm voice, saying he had left the village and was coming toward Bangalore, and that he needed to know how to reach our house. I gave him the way to Koramangala, telling him where to turn after the main road, which signal to take, and how the house would come after the inner street. I could hear from his breathing and the noise behind him that he was already nearing the city.
“If there is any confusion after you enter Koramangala, call me,” I told him. “I will bring you to the door.”
He agreed and hung up.
I went back to the bedroom.
My wife was still standing there in her nighty, nervous, waiting for me to say something. I looked at her and told her, “Get ready for him. He will be here in fifteen minutes.”
The sadness came onto her face at once.
She opened the closet slowly, as if her hands did not want to do it, and took out a yellow chiffon saree, a yellow blouse, and a yellow petticoat. Then she picked up a white bra and maroon panties and placed all of them on the bed. For a moment she stood looking at those clothes, her shoulders low, her eyes wet. After that she picked up a white towel and went inside the bathroom to take a shower.
I came back to the living room.
That was when the phone began ringing again.


I answered the call.
The astrologer’s voice came through again, calmer than before, as if he had thought something over on the way.
“I have changed my mind,” the astrologer said. “I will not enjoy your wife. I know it would be hard for you. You are an advocate, she is your wife, and I have already taken her white bra and black panties and made both of you follow my instructions for one month. That is enough. Give me one lakh as fees and the matter is closed. I will not come to your house.”
I stood in the living room, shocked.
The whole morning had been sitting on one thought — he was coming, she was getting ready, and I was going to watch him decide what to do with her. Now he was stepping back, and instead of relief a shameless disappointment went down my chest and into my cock.
“What is the problem, Swami?” I asked. “Why this sudden change? Is my wife not hot enough for you?”
The astrologer gave a small ugly laugh.
“Your wife is hot,” he said. “Any man would love to fuck her. I have seen her body. I have sniffed her white bra and black panties. I have seen her standing in that pink chiffon saree with nothing underneath. That is not the problem. The problem is she is not interested. On the phone itself I could hear it. She is frightened. She does not want me. If I come there, she will stand stiff and waste my time.”
“So you truly don’t want to fuck my wife?” I asked, and I could hear the hunger in my own voice even though I tried to hide it.
“I would love to fuck your wife,” the astrologer said. “I wanted her from the moment she put her bra and panties in my hands. But what is the use if she will not cooperate? I don’t want a woman who is only saying yes because she is scared of puja. One lakh is enough. Transfer it.”
I should have felt relief.
Instead I became more excited and more disappointed at the same time. He was not going to hug her. He was not going to kiss her. He was not going to fuck my wife in front of me. My cock stayed hard in my pants from the very thought he was now trying to cancel.

That was when I began teasing him.
“Are you sure you don’t want to enjoy my wife, Swami?” I asked. “She is in the shower right now. She has already taken out the yellow chiffon saree, the yellow blouse, the yellow petticoat, the white bra and the maroon panties. She placed them on the bed and went inside to bathe because I told her you would be here in fifteen minutes. She is getting ready for you. Are you really going to take one lakh and miss that?”
There was a pause.

I heard the change in his breathing, and that sound itself made my cock jerk.
“She is bathing now?” the astrologer asked. “Really? She took out the yellow saree and went to shower for me?”
“Yes,” I said. “She is in the bathroom, naked, taking a shower for you. The yellow saree is waiting on the bed. The white bra and maroon panties are on the bed. She thinks you are coming to decide. Are you sure you don’t want to come and enjoy her?”
The astrologer’s voice thickened and became openly horny.
“Really? She is naked in the shower right now? Getting ready for me? Don’t lie to me. If she has kept the yellow saree on the bed and gone to bathe, I am coming. I want to see her like that. I want to enjoy her. Tell me again. She is really preparing for me?”
I could hear the excitement in his breathing. The calm he had used to refuse her was gone.

I stood in the living room holding the phone with my cock hard, outwardly steady, inwardly shamelessly excited that I had pulled him back toward my wife.