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

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I did not hang up.

“Wait, Swami,” I said. “I will show you.”
I switched the call to video and walked through the house with the phone in my hand, my cock still hard from his breathing on the line. I went behind the house, where the bathroom door opened to the back, and I stood there for a second listening to the water. Then I opened the bathroom door slowly.
My wife was in the shower.
She had her eyes closed and was applying soap all over her body. Both her hands were moving over her full breasts first, rubbing the soap around her nipples until they became tight and slippery. Then her hands went down her stomach, over her waist, and onto her ass cheeks, soaping them slowly, squeezing them a little as she washed. After that she brought her hand between her thighs and applied soap over her pussy, rubbing carefully, her fingers moving over the clean-shaved skin while water ran down her shoulders.

I turned the phone toward her.
“See,” I told the astrologer, keeping my voice low. “This is my wife. Look at her. She is soaping her breasts, her ass, her pussy. She does not even know I am showing you.”
On the screen I saw his ugly face change.

His small eyes opened wider. His mouth stayed slightly open. He stared at her wet soapy breasts, then at her hands on her ass cheeks, then at her fingers moving over her pussy. I could see he was getting hard just from the video.
“Really,” the astrologer said, his voice thick. “She is applying soap like that? On her breasts? On her pussy? Don’t close the door. Let me see her properly.”
She turned a little under the water, still soaping her body, and her full breasts and wet ass came even more clearly onto his screen. He swallowed, openly horny.
“Look at her,” I teased him. “Any man would love to fuck her. You said that yourself. Are you sure you don’t want to enjoy this?”
“I am coming,” he said, breathing heavier. “Keep her like this in my mind. I want her. I want to enjoy her.”
I slowly closed the bathroom door so that my wife would not see the phone, then I took the call back to the living room, my hand shaking a little, my cock shamelessly hard, the image of her soapy wet body still sitting on his screen and in my head.


I did not end the video call.
I walked from the living room to the bedroom, kept the phone low, and opened the door only slightly so that my wife would not notice me standing there. Then I turned the camera toward the bathroom door and whispered to the astrologer, “Watch now, Swami. She is coming out.”
The bathroom door opened.
My wife came out with the white towel wrapped around her body, her wet hair sticking to her neck and shoulders. She stood near the bed and began towelling herself, first her arms, then her breasts under the towel, then her stomach, then her thighs. After that she removed the white towel completely and placed it on the chair.
She was standing in the bedroom with nothing on.
Her full breasts, her nipples, her waist, her ass cheeks, and her pussy were all in front of the slightly open door. I held the phone steady. On the screen I saw the astrologer’s eyes lock on her.

She picked up the maroon panties from the bed.
She bent a little, put one foot in, then the other, and pulled the maroon panties up over her thighs and over her ass. The maroon panties sat tight on her pussy and her ass cheeks. The astrologer’s breathing became heavier.
“She is wearing the maroon panties now,” I whispered.
Then she picked up the white bra, put her arms through it, settled her full breasts into the white bra cups, and hooked it at the back. Her breasts lifted and filled the white bra. He swallowed on the video, openly horny.
“White bra now,” I said. “Look at her breasts.”
“I am looking,” the astrologer said, his voice thick. “Don’t move the phone.”
She picked up the yellow petticoat, stepped into it, and tied it at her waist over the maroon panties. Then she wore the yellow blouse over the white bra and began hooking it in front. Her breasts sat heavy inside the yellow blouse. After that she took the yellow chiffon saree, tucked it into the yellow petticoat, wrapped it around her waist, and brought the pallu over her chest.
She stood in front of the mirror and applied slight makeup — a little on her eyes, a little on her lips — getting ready for him without knowing he was already watching her do every step.

With each thing she wore, the astrologer became more excited.
When she pulled up the maroon panties, he let out a low sound. When she hooked the white bra, his mouth stayed open. When she tied the yellow petticoat and wore the yellow blouse and then the yellow chiffon saree, he was breathing as if he could already put his hands on her.
“She is getting ready for me,” the astrologer said. “Yellow saree, yellow blouse, yellow petticoat, white bra, maroon panties. I want to fuck her. I am coming to enjoy her.”
I stood behind the slightly open bedroom door with the phone in my hand, my cock shamelessly hard, watching my wife finish her makeup for the man who was now too horny to refuse her.


I came back to the living room with the video still on and lowered my voice.
“Swami, listen to me before you reach,” I whispered. “She will not readily let you fuck her. She is loyal to me. In her mind she is still my wife, and even after everything she will try to stop at a hug and a kiss. If you come and ask her straight, she will freeze.”
The astrologer was still breathing heavy from what he had just seen.
“Then what should I do?” he asked.
“I cannot act like I am letting you fuck her just like that,” I said. “If I stand there and say yes too openly, she will suspect me. I am going to act as if I am on her side. I will hold her, I will talk like I am protecting her, I will even tell you not to go too far. That is only acting. You are the one who has to scare the shit out of her. Talk about the puja. Talk about what will happen to our son if she refuses. Put the consequences on her until she has no way left except to give herself.”
He looked at me on the video and nodded.
“I understand,” the astrologer said. “I will handle the fear. I know how to put the puja on her. Once she is scared, her loyalty will not stand.”
“Good,” I whispered. “I am on your side. Don’t worry about me. We will work as a team. You enjoy her. I will watch. From outside it will look like I am only trying to save her and save our son.”
The astrologer smiled that ugly smile.
“Don’t worry,” he said. “I will handle it. I just want your support, that is all. When I scare her, you should not stop me. Stay on her side with your mouth, and stay on my side with your silence. I am coming to enjoy her.”
A shameless excitement went through me when he said that.
My cock was hard in my pants. My hand was slightly shaking on the phone. I could already see him in our house, scaring her, taking her, and me standing there pretending I was only protecting my wife.

“Come,” I said. “We are ready.”
Then I hung up.
The living room became quiet, but my body was not quiet. I stood there excited, waiting for the sound of his arrival.