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

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The astrologer took his finger out of her pussy and pulled the maroon panties down.

He dragged them over her ass cheeks and down her thighs, still under the lifted yellow petticoat and yellow chiffon saree. Then he pulled the maroon panties off her feet completely and dropped them on the floor. Her pussy was uncovered now, wet, open to his hand. My wife tried to sit back on the sofa and pull the yellow petticoat down.
“No more, Swami. My panties are off. That is enough. I cannot let you do the rest.”
He pushed her onto the sofa.
She sat with her yellow blouse open, white bra pulled under her breasts, yellow chiffon saree and yellow petticoat lifted to her waist, and no maroon panties on her body. He stood between her thighs and looked at her pussy as if he had already won.
My wife turned her face to me, crying.
“Shiva, don’t let him put it in. I can give the kiss. I can give the hug. I cannot give my pussy to him.”
I sat beside her and held her hand, still acting as if I was on her side.
“He has come this far. If you stop him now, he will talk about the puja against Rajesh. Let him see. Let him touch. We will stop him before the last thing.”
She searched my face for the husband who would save her.
I gave her only that soft lie.
The astrologer rubbed her uncovered pussy with two fingers, then opened her pussy lips with his thumbs. A wet sound came from her. Her thighs trembled. She tried to close them and he kept them apart with his knees.
“This is the pussy that sat locked for one month,” he said. “Now it is open.”
“Don’t talk like that,” she said, shaking. “I am not open for you. I am only sitting like this because I am scared.”
Her body said something else.
When he put two fingers inside her pussy, her mouth opened and a moan came out before she could stop it. She covered her mouth with her hand. Her hips lifted a little off the sofa, then she forced them down again.
“I am not surrendering,” she whispered to me. “If I make a sound, it is not because I want him.”
I put my arm around her shoulders and spoke against her hair.
“Then let the sound come. Don’t fight every finger. I am with you.”
The astrologer looked at me and opened his saffron dhoti.
His cock came out, dark, hard, already wet at the tip. He brought it close to her pussy, not inside yet, and rubbed the head between her pussy lips. My wife looked down, frightened, and then looked at me.
“Shiva… he is putting his cock on my pussy.”
My cock was hard watching it.
I squeezed her hand and said the thing that sounded like protection and was not.
“Don’t push him away suddenly. Stay still.”
She stayed still.
That was the moment she started surrendering with her body, even while her mouth was still trying to say no.


The astrologer placed the head of his cock at the mouth of her pussy and pushed.
My wife’s hand crushed mine.
“No… Swami… it is going in… take it out…”
He did not take it out.
He held her thighs, looked at her wet pussy, and pushed his cock inside her inch by inch. I sat beside her and watched her pussy lips open around his dark cock. A thick, wet sound came from between her thighs. Her mouth opened. Her breasts shook under the pulled-down white bra.
“Shiva, he is inside me,” she cried. “His cock is inside my pussy. This is the thing I said I would not give.”
I put my arm around her shoulders and pressed my forehead to her temple, still pretending I was on her side.
“I know. I can see it. Don’t push him out suddenly. If you fight now, he will say you broke the promise. Let him put it in. Breathe.”
She looked at me as if I had left her.
Then her body took him.
He pushed the rest of his cock into her pussy in one slow stroke until his stomach touched her. She made a broken sound, half protest and half moan. Her pussy clutched his cock. Her toes curled. The yellow chiffon saree and yellow petticoat were bunched at her waist. Her maroon panties were on the floor.
“It is full,” she whispered. “I can feel his cock all the way inside. I don’t want to feel this.”
The astrologer enjoyed that sentence.
He stayed buried in her pussy and kissed her wet lips again, ugly mouth on her mouth, while she tried to turn her face to me. I held her jaw gently, as if I was comforting her, and kept her face from fighting him too hard.
“Look at me,” I told her. “You are doing this for Rajesh. That is all.”
“For Rajesh,” she said, crying. “Not for him.”
The astrologer pulled his cock out a little and pushed it back in.
Her protest broke.
“Ah… don’t move… if you move I will… I will feel it…”
He moved again, slower, enjoying her pussy, watching her breasts shake. I watched his cock come out wet and go back into my wife’s pussy, and a shameless heat filled my own cock. This was what I had wanted since her confession, since the video in the bathroom, since I hung up the phone.
She grabbed my shirt and started surrendering in pieces.
“Shiva, tell him to finish quickly if he has to do this. Don’t let him enjoy me like I am his.”
I kissed her hair and said the encouragement I had been holding.
“Let him enjoy a little. Your pussy has already taken him. Don’t tighten and fight. It will only make it last more.”
Her eyes closed.
The astrologer began fucking her pussy on the sofa, and my wife’s loyalty started slipping under the movement of his cock.


The astrologer began fucking her properly.
He held her thighs open on the sofa and moved his cock in and out of her pussy with a wet sound that filled the living room. Each time he pushed in, her full breasts shook and her mouth opened. Each time he pulled back, her pussy lips clung to his cock as if they did not want to let him go. My wife tried to keep her face turned into my shoulder so she would not have to see him.
“Slow… Swami… don’t fuck me like that… I can feel every inch…”
He did not go slow for long.
He took a firmer hold of her waist over the lifted yellow petticoat and began giving her longer strokes, enjoying her pussy, watching his cock disappear inside her. I sat beside her and watched it happen, my own cock hard, my hand on her back as if I was only supporting my wife.
“Shiva, he is enjoying me,” she said, crying and moaning together. “I can see it on his face. I don’t want him to enjoy my pussy.”
I wiped her cheek and spoke close to her ear.
“He is already inside. If you keep saying no with a wet pussy, he will only fuck you more. Let him take it. I am here. I am watching. Nothing will happen to you beyond this.”
That was the first time I said I was watching as if it was comfort.
She heard it and a helpless look came into her eyes.
The astrologer kissed her lips again while he fucked her, and this time her mouth answered a little. She tried to stop it, then his cock hit deep and a moan went into his mouth. Her arm around my neck tightened. Her other hand lay open on the sofa, no longer pushing him.
“I am losing,” she whispered to me. “My body is taking his cock. I love you. I don’t want to surrender, but it is happening.”
“Then surrender a little,” I told her, still sounding like her husband. “Don’t fight the feeling so hard. Think of our son and let him finish.”
Her thighs opened more.
The astrologer felt that and smiled over her mouth. He fucked her faster. Her wetness made a louder sound. Her nipples stayed tight. A thin line of saliva shone on her lips from his kiss. She started moving her hips in a small helpless way, then froze, ashamed, then moved again when he pushed deep.
“Ah… Shiva… he is fucking me… I can hear it… I can feel it…”
“I know,” I said. “I can see his cock going into your pussy. Let him.”
She closed her eyes and stopped asking me to take him out.
That was her slow surrender, and I sat there pretending I was on her side while I helped him enjoy my wife.


My wife’s protest became smaller.
The astrologer was fucking her pussy in a steady rhythm now, his saffron dhoti open, his cock wet from her, coming out shining and going back into her with a sound that made my own cock ache. Whenever she tried to hide her face in my shoulder, he caught her mouth and kissed her again, and I saw her lips stay open under that ugly kiss a second longer each time. One of her hands stayed in mine. The other hand had gone to the sofa cushion and was holding it as if she needed something to survive the strokes.
She turned her wet eyes to me.

“Shiva, I can’t control it anymore. Every time he pushes, my pussy takes him. I feel ashamed and I still feel it. His cock is rubbing a place I don’t want him to find.”
I held her face, my thumb on her cheek, and spoke as if I was only helping her through it, though my cock was hard from watching her pussy cling to him.
“Then don’t control it so much. You have already given him your pussy. Let him enjoy you. Let your body finish what your mouth started with the promise. I am not leaving you.”
She stared at me, loving me, hurt by me, and still listening to me. Her breasts shook when he pushed in again.
“You want me to let him enjoy me?” she asked.
“I want this to end without him turning the puja against Rajesh,” I said.
That was the sentence she could still believe.
The astrologer heard the rest of it in my eyes. He lifted her thighs higher and fucked her deeper. Her yellow chiffon saree slipped off one shoulder. Her nipples stayed tight. A moan came out of her, longer than the ones before.
“Ah… ah… Swami, it is too deep,” she said to him. “I can feel your cock at the end of my pussy.”
The astrologer kissed the corner of her mouth and answered her while he kept moving.
“Say you are giving it. Say it for the boy.”
She shook her head first.

Then he gave her another stroke, slow and full, and the fight went out of her voice. Her thighs opened. Her hand tightened in mine.
“I am giving it,” she said, crying. “I am giving my pussy. Please don’t harm my son.”

When she said that, a shameless heat went through my whole body. I kissed her forehead and encouraged her more openly, my mouth against her hair, my eyes on his cock going in and out of her.

“Good. Don’t take it back now. Keep hugging me and let him fuck you. I am watching. You are still my wife.”
She kept hugging me and opened her thighs wider for him.
The astrologer’s breathing became rough. He was close. I could see it in the way his stomach tightened, in the way his cock swelled inside her pussy and stayed there a second longer after each push. My wife felt it too. She looked at me in fear and surrender together, her mouth wet, her eyes unfocused.
“Shiva, he is going to finish inside. I can feel his cock getting harder. Don’t let him put it in me like that… or let him, I don’t know, I can’t think…”
I kept hugging her and watched his cock sink into her pussy again. I did not tell him to pull out.
“Stay like this,” I whispered to her. “Let him come.”
She moaned against my neck, surrendered, her pussy wet around him, waiting for the last thing.