Adultery Indian Wife and the Driver Ex by aurelius1982

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"Fahim, now take the next left. And then it's the third house on the right." I said, giving directions to the new driver the company had just assigned me.

"Ok, sir." he said, and turned left.

"This is my house. This is where you are to pick me up from every morning at 830 a.m. sharp." I said. He nodded.

The door to my house opened, and out ran my 8 year old son Pintu, yelling, "Papa! Papa!". He was followed by my wife, Ketaki, looking beautiful as always, with a happy smile on her face.

"So Samir, how was Bangalore?" she asked, opening the gate for Pintu, who jumped into my arms.

"Ooof." I said picking up my son. "Bangalore was, well, boring as usual. By the way, this is my new driver..."

"Fahim!" my wife completed my sentence with a surprised look on her face, as she stared at the driver.

I turned around to see Fahim staring back at her with a similar expression on his face, and he said,

"Ketaki...." he said, and after a pause of around 3 seconds, added, "madam."

"You two know each other?" I asked, surprised.

"No." my wife said hastily shaking her head. Then she changed it to a vigorous nod and said, "I mean, yes. We were....he was....I mean..."

"Her grandparents lived in the same village as me." Fahim jumped in.

"Yes, the village. You know my late Nana-Nani, who passed away before we got married? He lived in the same village." Ketaki said, regaining the calm that she had seemingly lost.

"Oh, small world then. He is going to be my driver. Pick me up, drive me around the city for sales calls, and so on." I said, shifting Pintu to the other arm.

"That's nice." Ketaki said. "Umm....everything okay in the village?"

"Yes, madam. It's all fine." he said, then turned to me and said, "I should get going, sir. I'll be here tomorrow morning." and without even waiting for my permission, put the engine in gear and drove off.

"What did you bring me from Bangalore, papa?" Pintu repeated his demand once more.

"Oh, come on in, and I'll show you." Pintu on one arm, and my suitcase in another, I walked into the house.

A few hours later, after Pintu had tired of playing with the toys I bought for him from Kids Kemp and fallen asleep in his room, a tired Ketaki joined me in bed. She was dressed in her usual nightly attire of sweatpants and a tshirt. She snuggled up close to me and said,

"I missed you, Samir."

"I missed you too, Ketaki." I said, and kissed her.

After making out for some time, and cuddling, I put my hand inside her sweatpants and fondled her ass. More in hope than anything else, because she did seem very tired. Our frequency of sex had dropped drastically as Pintu was growing up, because he was quite a handful, and tending to him all day exhausted Ketaki. So after a three day trip when I wasn't home to help her out with him, I was expecting her to be as tired as a marathon winner. So I was surprised when she responded by starting to unbutton my shirt. Wow, I said to myself happily, we were going to have sex! And in a flash, took her t-shirt off.

Fifteen passion-filled minutes later, we were lying on the bed, naked and breathless in each others' arms.

"Wow, you were...." I said, trying to find the right words, " you were amazing tonight, like a starved animal."

"Hehe." Ketaki giggled, and put her head on my chest. "I missed you."

We lay like that for a few minutes, when a thought popped into my head. When it popped in, it was completely innocent. And what I said was more intended for casual conversation than anything else.

"So you and Fahim have known each other for years, huh?" I asked.

"What is that supposed to mean?" Ketaki suddenly raised her head and looked at me with a mildly upset expression on her face.

"What? Nothing. Just talking about how you two knew each other. From the village, remember?" I said.

Ketaki looked at me for a brief moment and said, "Yeah, it was a small village. Everyone knows everyone."

"Yes, I am sure. Also..." I started saying something when,

"Sameer, I am sleepy. Good night." she just turned around and closed her eyes.

I was a little puzzled, but didn't make too much of it. I was tired as well. Within a few minutes, I was asleep.

-o-o-o-

A week or so later is when the first seeds of doubt were planted in my mind. I had forgotten to take my lunch box with me, a fact I noticed only around 11 a.m. or so. I had kept it under the dining room table as I had breakfast, so even Ketaki must not have noticed. So I called her up.

"Ketaki, I forgot my lunch box. I think it's under the dining table."

"Let me see." she said. "Yes, I see it."

"Okay. I'll send Fahim to pick it up."

"What?" Ketaki said in a panicky voice.

"I said I will send Fahim to pick it up."

"No no no. Don't do that." she said.

"Why?"

"Umm....I will bring it to you."

"You? Why do you want to take the effort? I'll send Fahim over."

"Sameer, NO!" she said emphatically, and I was taken aback. Then in a softer voice she said, "I have to get some shopping done near office anyway. And Pintu is at college right now, so I was thinking of going there. So I'll just drop it off myself."

"Are you sure?" I asked, confused.

"Yes. I'll just change and come. I'll leave the lunch box at your reception." she said and hung up.

I stared at the phone in confusion. And started wondering what the hell that was about.

That's when I started thinking about this in depth. The way she had abruptly ended the conversation that night I returned from Bangalore, when I started talking about Fahim. The way Fahim first just said "Ketaki" when he saw her, and after a long pause, added the "madam". Add to it the fact that when I had the old driver, Ketaki would accompany me to the car every morning and kiss me goodbye. Since Fahim took over, she stopped coming out of the house when I was leaving for work. Even in the evening when I returned, she wouldn't come out to the gate with Pintu like she used to.

All this led to just one conclusion - Fahim and Ketaki had some sort of a history, something that went beyond being just acquaintances from the village. Something Ketaki had not told me. And did not seem to want to tell me.

That night, after Pintu went to sleep, I sat on the living room couch and asked Ketaki to join me.

"Honey." I said, making sure I picked the right words. "I was puzzled by your insistence today that I not send Fahim to pick up the lunch box."

"Oh, I was just....I was coming there anyway." Ketaki said.

"Come on, Ketaki. We have been married ten years. I know there's some other reason."

Ketaki sighed and looked at me. Her shoulders dropped, and she said,

"Sameer, just ask what you really want to ask."

"Alright....was there any history between you and Fahim?" I asked.

"Well." she said, searching for words, "kind of. I should have told you this the day you returned from Bangalore."

"Tell me what?" I asked, now really curious.

"Fahim and I, we.....well....we sort of dated for a while." she said, her blood rushing to her white cheeks.

"Dated?" I sat up straight. "In what way?"

"Nothing happened. I mean, nothing physical." she said. "Maybe I should start at the beginning."

"Yes, please do." I said.

"Okay, so, we used to keep going to the village in the summer vacations every other year to visit my grandparents. Since I was a little kid. Fahim's father used to own an auto-rickshaw, the only rickshaw in the village. So he was the one who always came to pick us up from the closest railway station, about 30 km away. And he used to take Fahim with him during the vacations when there was no college. So I have known Fahim since we were kids."

"I see."

"And you know how it is in tiny villages. We used to play together as kids. Almost all the kids in the village played together, whether they were related to the college headmaster, like my grandfather, or the rickshaw driver, like Fahim's father. So Fahim and I were like friends. Played together every time I visited, with other kids."

"Okay."

"Things sort of changed after I hit puberty. When the village customs meant that boys and girls at that age could not mingle together. But I was from the city, went to a co-ed college, so these restrictions didn't make sense to me. I used to still hang out with them until I was 16 or so, playing cricket, gilli-danda, and so on. My grandfather didn't mind, nor did my parents. All these were kids they had known for years."

"So when did the "dating" start?" I asked.

"I'm coming to that. Ever since I....well....I developed breasts and got curves on my body, I had been getting attention from boys in college in the city. In the village, it was Fahim alone. Some time in my teens, I forget exactly when, he started talking about us eventually getting married and all. He didn't exactly "flirt", but was very loving in his behavior towards me. I always laughed it off. To me, he was always little Fahim, my playmate."

"Little Fahim?" I butted in. Fahim was hardly "little". The man was like an oak, well over six feet tall, and a well-built body.

"Well, yeah." Ketaki blushed. "Things changed when we were both 18. Over the course of just one year, he went from being a scrawny little kid to a tall, well-built, good looking young man. And suddenly, all his talk about us being meant for each other, started having an effect on me. And that was the summer that we, well, sort of dated."

"I see." I coldly said.

"It was harmless. He would write urdu poetry for me. Sing songs. We would spend time together, taking walks and staring at the river. We would talk about....." she blushed some more, "we would talk about getting married, having two kids, raising one as  and the other."

"And?"

"And nothing. It ended as innocently as it started. The vacations ended, and I went back. We promised to write to each other, meet again. But back in the city, I realized the huge gap between him and me. He was an auto-rickshaw driver's son who was going to start driving a rickshaw himself after class 12. I was going to college. Our paths were just different. So a couple of months later, I ended it in a letter. And after that, I always made excuses to not go to the village during vacations. Then my grandparents moved to Delhi to live with my uncle. And there was no need to even make excuses anymore."

"So after that summer, this is the first you have seen him?" I asked.

"Yes. After..gosh...after 16 years!"

"Hmmm. So when you two were dating, did you two....."

"No! God, no! I have already told you about the two guys I slept with before you - both ex boyfriends. With Fahim, it never went beyond...." she paused and said, "holding hands. We were too....innocent."

"Okay."

"So now you see why I feel awkward even facing him? The last time I met him, I made promises of eventually marrying him. Now, 16 years later, he is working for the guy i ended up marrying instead."

"Hmm, yes, I understand."

We just sat there silently for a few seconds.

"Sameer."

"Hmmm?"

"Couldn't you change drivers? Swap Fahim with someone else in the office." Ketaki implored.

"Okay, I'll see what I can do." I said.