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

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The astrologer did not last much longer.

He held my wife’s thighs open on the sofa and fucked her pussy with short, heavy strokes, his cock swelling inside her, his breathing breaking against her mouth. She kept hugging me, her face in my neck, her breasts shaking, the yellow chiffon saree and yellow petticoat still lifted to her waist. I looked down and watched his wet cock go into her pussy and stay there.
“Swami… I can feel it… don’t put it inside…” she said.
The astrologer kissed her lips and answered her while he kept moving.
“I am putting it inside. That is the promise.”
My wife hugged me tighter.
“Shiva, he is going to come in my pussy. I can feel his cock getting thicker. Tell him something.”
I kissed her hair and did not stop him.
“Let him come. Don’t close your thighs now.”
She moaned against my neck.
“Ah… ah… it is coming… I can feel it…”
The astrologer pushed his cock all the way into her pussy and held it there. His stomach tightened. A thick groan came out of his ugly mouth as he started coming inside her. I saw his ass clench and his cock jerk between her pussy lips.
“Ugh… take it…” he said.
My wife’s mouth opened on my shoulder.
“Ah… he is coming… I can feel his cum in my pussy… Shiva… it is going in…”
Her body reacted even then.
Her pussy clutched his cock. Her thighs shook. A wet sound came from between them as more cum pumped into her. She kept hugging me, crying and moaning together, her nipples tight, her stomach jumping with each spurt he put inside her.
I watched the whole thing, shamelessly hard, my hand on her back, pretending I was only holding my wife while another man’s cum filled her pussy.
The astrologer stayed inside her until the last jerk left his cock. Then he breathed against her breast and said,
“The promise is finished. The puja will stay.”
My wife did not speak for a moment.
She only hugged me, her pussy still around his cock, his cum already leaking out onto the sofa, her yellow blouse open, her white bra pulled down, her maroon panties still on the floor. When her voice came, it was small and broken.
“Shiva… he came inside me.”
“I know,” I said. “I saw it.”


The astrologer pulled his cock out of her pussy.
A thick line of cum followed it and leaked from my wife’s pussy onto the sofa. She kept hugging me and did not look down. Her yellow chiffon saree and yellow petticoat were still lifted to her waist. Her yellow blouse was still open. Her white bra was still pulled under her breasts. Her maroon panties were still on the floor. I looked at her pussy, open and wet, with his cum coming out of it, and my own cock stayed hard.
She spoke into my neck, her voice broken.
“Shiva, I can feel his cum coming out. Don’t look at me like that. I did this for our son.”
I kept hugging her and answered as if I was only comforting her.
“I know. I am here. Sit for a minute. Don’t get up suddenly.”
The astrologer tucked his cock back into the saffron dhoti and looked at her body with open satisfaction. Then he looked at me.
“The promise is complete,” he said. “The boy will remain passed. If anyone in this house tries to turn this into shame and break what happened, I will remember the puja.”
My wife flinched in my arms.
“Please don’t say that again, Swami. I gave what you asked. Leave my son alone now.”
“I will leave him,” the astrologer said. “You kept the reward.”
She started crying again, quieter this time, and I rubbed her back over the open yellow blouse. Inside I was not only comforting her. I was still seeing his cock go into her pussy. I was still hearing her say she was giving it. I was still watching his cum leak out of my wife.
“Let me put the maroon panties on her,” I told him, as if I was taking my wife back.
He picked the maroon panties up from the floor himself and held them out.
“You put them. She is your wife.”
My wife looked at me, ashamed, and opened her thighs a little so I could bring the maroon panties up over her wet pussy. I felt his cum on my fingers when the maroon panties touched her. She bit her lip and turned her face away.
“Don’t say anything now,” she whispered to me. “Just take me to the bathroom after he goes.”
I nodded.
The astrologer sat back in the chair as if our living room had become ordinary again, while my wife sat beside me with another man’s cum inside her pussy, hugging me, waiting for him to leave.


The astrologer did not stay long after that.
He looked at my wife one more time, at her open yellow blouse, at the yellow chiffon saree sitting wrongly on her body, at the maroon panties I had put back on her wet pussy, and then he stood up.
“I am going,” he said. “Keep the house quiet. Don’t make this into a fight tonight.”
My wife folded her hands without lifting her face.
“Please go, Swami.”
I took him to the door.
When I came back, she was still on the sofa, hugging herself, the pallu of the yellow chiffon saree pulled over her breasts as if that could hide what had just happened. I sat beside her. She immediately held my shirt.
“Take me to the bathroom, Shiva. I want to wash. I can feel his cum in my pussy. I don’t want it to stay inside me.”
I put my arm around her and helped her stand.
Her legs were weak. The maroon panties were already damp between her thighs. She walked with me to the bedroom first, not looking at the sofa. Inside the room she sat on the edge of the bed and started crying again, quietly, the kind of crying that comes after the body has given more than the mouth wanted to give.
“I let him fuck me,” she said. “I let him come inside me. I kept hugging you and I still let him do it. I feel dirty and I also feel like I cannot look at you.”
I sat in front of her and held her hands.
“Look at me. You did it for Rajesh. That is what you told me. I am not sending you away from me.”
She searched my face, wanting the husband who loved her, not the man who had told her to stay still.

“Then let me wash his cum out,” she said. “Please. After that you can hold me. After that you can take me if you want. I belong to you. But I cannot sit with his cum in my pussy.”
I looked at the maroon panties, at the wet mark, at her open yellow blouse and the white bra still pulled down under her breasts.
A part of me wanted to take her to the bathroom at once.
Another part of me wanted to keep that cum inside her a little longer, because I had watched it go in and I was still hard from it.
“Come,” I said. “We will go to the bathroom.”
I said it like a husband taking his wife to wash.
Inside, I was already thinking of what I would do to her after the water had run.



I took her into the bathroom.
She stood near the tap, pulled the maroon panties down, and I saw the astrologer’s cum on her inner thighs and at the mouth of her pussy. She looked away from me and opened the shower.
“Don’t watch, Shiva. I want to wash it out first.”
I did not let her finish.
I took her into my complete embrace from behind, lifted the yellow chiffon saree and the yellow petticoat, and put my hand on her pussy. My fingers touched his cum. My cock was already hard against her ass cheeks.

“I watched him put it inside you,” I said against her neck. “I can’t send you under the water and pretend I didn’t see it.”
She held the sink and her voice broke.
“Then what do you want? Do you want to punish me? I know you are angry. I know you saw everything. I am your wife. If you want to fuck me now, fuck me. But I did it for our son, not because I wanted that old man.”
I opened my pants, put my cock against her pussy, and pushed in.
She was wet and open from him. My cock went in easily, through his cum, into her pussy. A sound came from both of us. She bent over the sink and I held her waist.
“Ah… Shiva… you are inside… I can still feel his cum…”
“I know,” I said. “That is why I am taking you now.”
I fucked her from behind, harder than I meant to at first, then slower when she started shaking. Her breasts hung over the sink, still out of the white bra. The yellow blouse hung open. She kept saying my name, accepting it, giving me her pussy as if she was returning it to me.

“Take me. I belong to you. If you are angry, put it in me. Don’t leave me after what you watched.”
I hugged her from behind and kept my cock moving in her pussy.
The thing that had woken up in me in the living room did not go away. I was claiming her, and I was also remembering his cock in the same pussy. The two feelings sat together and made me fuck her deeper.
“You are mine,” I told her. “Say it.”
“I am yours,” she said. “I am your wife. This pussy is yours. I only gave it to him because I was scared for Rajesh.”
My cock swelled inside her. She felt it and pressed her ass back against me.
“Shiva… you are going to come… I can feel it… come inside me… ah… ah…”
“I am coming,” I said against her neck. “Ah… Sudha… take it… ugh… ah…”
I pushed my cock all the way in and came inside her, groaning into her hair, my cock jerking in her pussy, adding my cum over his.
“Ah… ah… it is going in… Shiva… I can feel your cum… mmh… don’t pull out…” she moaned, crying softly, her pussy clutching my cock with each spurt.
I stayed in her pussy and hugged her until the last of it left me.
“Now both of you are inside me,” she whispered. “Please don’t hate me.”
“I don’t hate you.”
That was true.
What was also true, and what I did not say, was that watching him fuck her had changed me, and even after coming in her I already knew I would want to see it again.


After I pulled my cock out, I took her under the shower.
She did not stop me this time. I removed the yellow chiffon saree, the yellow blouse, the yellow petticoat, and the white bra, and I washed her body with my own hands. I soaped her breasts, her stomach, her ass cheeks, and then her pussy, where his cum and my cum were mixed. She held my shoulders and kept her face against my chest while the water ran.

“Is it coming out?” she asked.
“Yes.”
“Then wash it properly. I don’t want to feel him when I sleep.”
I washed her pussy slowly, two fingers opening her, water taking the cum down her thighs. She shivered and hugged me.
When we came out, I dried her with the white towel and took her to the bed. She lay down naked and pulled me over her, not for sex this time, only to be held. I hugged her. She put her face on my chest and stayed there.
“Tell me the truth,” she said after a long time. “Do you see me differently now?”
I rubbed her hair.
“I see you as my wife.”
“That is not what I asked. You watched him kiss me. You watched him put his cock in me. You told me to let him come. Then you fucked me in the bathroom with his cum still inside. I need to know if you hate that woman or if you still want her.”
I kissed her forehead.
“I still want you. I wanted you while he was inside you. I wanted you after he came. I want you now.”
She was quiet. Her fingers moved on my chest.
“Then don’t let him come to this house again. I gave what he asked. Our son has passed. That should be the end.”
“That should be the end,” I said.
She believed the sentence.
I wanted it to be true when I said it.
Under that, the new thing was still awake. I could still see his hands on her ass. I could still see her thighs open on the sofa. I could still hear her moan into my neck while another man finished in her pussy. I held her until her breathing slowed and she slept against me, clean, naked, mine, and changed.
Our son was still at my mother’s house in the next street.
The living room was empty.
The promise, she thought, was over.