Misc. Erotica HOT WIFE RICHA

[manigopal]

 
“Kya karna hai? Tu idhar ayegi ki mein aa jaun? (Are you going to come over or should I?)”, Verma was straight to point. My wife looked up to me but I couldn’t speak since the phone was on speaker mode. I signaled her to push it to tomorrow although we both wondered if he would agree to. But we decided to try as she really needed a break.
 
“I cannot come now. It is late and I am really tired too!”, my wife offered her explanation.
 
“Not a problem! I can come over. I should be there in an hour! Okay?”, Mr. Verma was quick to close the topic so that she doesn’t put him down. My wife looked up to me and asked the same question again but this time with her eyes. I was really unsure about it. I mean I could have stayed in the room comfortably; it had proper bedding, attached toilet and was air conditioned too. I could have continued working or just slept there. But I was unsure about Richa since she was overworked (overused rather). But her expressions indicated that she didn’t want to disappoint him. I showed her my thumb to indicate that I am okay if she was comfortable. My wife instantly confirmed and the call was disconnected.
 
“Are you sure honey? It has been a long day, isn’t it?”, I played the caring husband.
 
“Well, yeah! That is why I refused to travel to hospital!”, my wife clarified indicating indirectly that she wasn’t averse to another man screwing her but travel would have been hectic. I could only wonder what keeps driving her. But she was already checking the room that I was going to be locked in. She checked if the bedding was proper, switched on the air conditioner, checked the toilet and then walked out. “All set”, she confirmed to me. “He is going to take at least an hour, isn’t it?”, I spoke as I threw myself on the sofa. Richa sat beside but little far and remained stuck to her phone. The guy was probably chatting as he started travel to our home. I didn’t intervene and resorted to the TV. A few minutes went quiet! My eyes were glued to TV screen but my mind was wandering around my wife. She kept typing into her phone and didn’t bother to pay attention to me. I kept watching television until at some point she interrupted, “Darling can you go to the room?” before I could cross question about why she wanted to go me this early, she clarified, “He wants to get started already!” I wasn’t expecting it so I asked her, “but how? Are you going to do phone s**?” She smiled and took a long pause before responding.
 
“His new method! Command me on Skype!”, Richa responded with a short smile and bitchy eyes.
 
“Really? And when did this start? I wasn’t aware of!”, I put my point forward as if I was hurt due to being uninformed.
 
“Sorry darling! I never told you. But it’s not going on for long. In fact just a few occasions in last two weeks!”, Richa clarified.
 
I was curious to know the modus operandi and Richa provided the context. She mentioned how he wanted to meet her badly and it didn’t work out. So he popped up the idea to her. It started with her showing her face and body on the skype call but quickly turned nasty. After the first 2-3 sessions, he had Richa strip for him inside the office toilets. He used to keep teasing and challenging her and my wife would sometimes do calls while working at her office desk. She would roll her leggings down to show her panty or adjust the camera to showcase her bra through sleeveless shirts. Her job involved talking to clients at her office and he even used that to tease her. At times, he would ask Richa to lower her dress line and show her cleavage by bending unnecessarily during those conversations. He had also mandated her to keep licking her lips seductively every 2-3 minutes. And the skype call would be on while she continues to have this business conversations at her office. He would go more adventurous while she was outside. He had made her visit restaurants or coffee shops all alone and expose herself to waiters or strangers. She confessed how the waiters or people in those classy coffee shops observed her promiscuously than while in some roadside small restaurants.
 
Before I could react, my wife continued. “And he goes somewhat crazy if I have the privacy!”. Wow! I was wondering if the earlier deeds weren’t crazy! But then as always, I encouraged Richa to elaborate further and she dutifully continued.
 
‘Darling, for the last 3-4 days, I have been having French fries as my evening snacks in the office toilets. I have to buy a pack and some ketchup and walk into the toilets secretly. Once inside, I am (thankfully) allowed to close the toilet seat and keep the fries and ketchup on top of it. I have to take off everything except bra and panty and then go down on my knees. I have to greet him and then start eating the fries directly using my mouth. I am allowed to spread the ketchup up front. But once I start eating, using my hands is strictly prohibited. I have to pick up the fries using my mouth, dip it into ketch, and show it on my tongue to him before munching it down. Once I finish the snacks, I am required to throw the tissues papers and ketchup pouch, packet etc. into dustbin again using my mouth. And the last part which is really testing one is to burry my face into toilet and flush. Thankfully, I am allowed to wash myself properly after stepping out of the toilet!”, my wife completed her ordeals without a pause. As if she was relieved of a burden (of not telling me earlier), she jumped towards me and kissed me hard. I reciprocated and then pushed her a bit to look into her eyes.
 
“You’re one heck of a slut! Aren’t you?”, I spoke as I looked into her. She felt embarrassed but smiled and kissed me again.