23-01-2020, 11:02 AM
(This post was last modified: 13-12-2020, 03:03 AM by sam1981. Edited 8 times in total. Edited 8 times in total.)
Preview: This is a story of blackmail, deceit where an innocent housewife is blackmailed and humiliated and has to pay for crimes committed by her husband
Jyoti Rai was worried about the monthly bills scattered on her desk. She scratched her head as she stared at the credit card statement. The amount owed was huge, and it was getting bigger each month as the interest piled onto their new charges. Frustrated, she tossed the statement aside and opened the next envelop. It was the house EMI. The house that her husband talked her into building was gorgeous, but much too large and extravagant for their means. When she had complained to her husband about the large EMI it would take to afford the house he laughed and said she worried too much. And now she was comparing her current bills with her checkbook balance. She was definitely worrying.
When all the bills were paid, Jyoti sighed a false sense of relief. At least she made it through another month. Jyoti promised herself that she would put her foot down and tell her husband that they had to be more careful with extravagant spending. If nothing else, the credit card balance had to be brought to zero. The interest the bank charged was high. But Jyoti knew her husband wouldn't agree. He always said, "Let's live for today, who knows what tomorrow will bring." If Jyoti only knew how prophetic her husband's statement was she would have felt even more anxious.
Other than the financial stress, Jyoti's life was perfect. She loved her husband, and he did earn a sizable salary. She and her two children had everything they wanted. But there was nothing in their savings for a "rainy day." Thinking about her children brought a smile to her face. Nineteen year old Aarav was in college and doing well. Disha, a year younger than her brother, would be graduating from high school this year and moving on to college. When Jyoti thought about a new set of college bills, the smile faded. Tuition and books were so expensive. At least Aarav commuted from home, and Disha was planning to do the same. Saving her hostel fees.
With the realization of Disha going to college fresh on her mind, Jyoti was more determined to confront her husband on his recklessness. She only bothered him at work when it was an emergency, but this was an emergency. The distraught wife and mother dialed her husband.
"This is Ajay Rai. I can't come to the phone right now so, at the beep..."
Jyoti slammed the phone down. "If he's working late, why isn't he at his desk?" she muttered to herself.
What Jyoti didn't know was that her husband wasn't working late like he had told her. In fact, it was his usual lie. Ajay Rai had another problem. He liked to bet on cricket matches. At that very moment he was at the bar watching a match that he had bet heavily and lost.
By the time Ajay returned home Jyoti wasn't as mad. And when she brought up the subject, her charming husband's smile diffused any lingering anger. She loved him and knew he loved her. So what if he was extravagant? After all, a lot of it was spent on her and the children. And he worked so hard to provide the luxuries -- like that very night.
"Shhh, the kids are in their rooms," Jyoti whispered when her husband became frisky.
"So, I can't fuck my wife?"
"Ajay! Watch your language!"
Ajay looked at his beautiful wife -- long dark hair, big eyes, high cheekbones, pale flawless skin, firm breasts with nipples that got real long, thin waist, full hips, round butt, and a model's thin but curvy legs. His fingers traced the sensitive skin of her belly, unbelievably flat even after two pregnancies.
She was somewhat conservative when it came to making love and being sexy. She dressed conservatively and wasn't adventurous in bed. Only fucking in the missionary position was acceptable to her. Occasionally, if Ajay came up from behind, he could enter her that way -- from behind, not in her behind. She complained that it was demeaning and she felt like an animal doing it that way, but sometimes gave in to her husband's persistence. Early in their marriage Ajay tried going down on her, but Jyoti went ballistic. She thought that area was dirty and couldn't understand why he wanted to put his mouth there. When he suggested she use her mouth on him, Jyoti actually locked herself in the bathroom. He never asked again.
“Come on baby, I am going away for 2 weeks on a business trip” he pleaded
"I'm not in the mood" Jyoti said pushing his hand off her breast and getting out of bed. She put her nightgown on and climbed under the covers. "Give me a kiss goodnight."
Ajay understood his wife's tone of voice and leaned over, giving her a peck on the lips. Jyoti rolled over, facing away from him, and closed her eyes. Ajay went into the bathroom and jerked off, wondering why, after 20 years of marriage, he didn't know better than to bring that subject up.
Jyoti Rai was worried about the monthly bills scattered on her desk. She scratched her head as she stared at the credit card statement. The amount owed was huge, and it was getting bigger each month as the interest piled onto their new charges. Frustrated, she tossed the statement aside and opened the next envelop. It was the house EMI. The house that her husband talked her into building was gorgeous, but much too large and extravagant for their means. When she had complained to her husband about the large EMI it would take to afford the house he laughed and said she worried too much. And now she was comparing her current bills with her checkbook balance. She was definitely worrying.
When all the bills were paid, Jyoti sighed a false sense of relief. At least she made it through another month. Jyoti promised herself that she would put her foot down and tell her husband that they had to be more careful with extravagant spending. If nothing else, the credit card balance had to be brought to zero. The interest the bank charged was high. But Jyoti knew her husband wouldn't agree. He always said, "Let's live for today, who knows what tomorrow will bring." If Jyoti only knew how prophetic her husband's statement was she would have felt even more anxious.
Other than the financial stress, Jyoti's life was perfect. She loved her husband, and he did earn a sizable salary. She and her two children had everything they wanted. But there was nothing in their savings for a "rainy day." Thinking about her children brought a smile to her face. Nineteen year old Aarav was in college and doing well. Disha, a year younger than her brother, would be graduating from high school this year and moving on to college. When Jyoti thought about a new set of college bills, the smile faded. Tuition and books were so expensive. At least Aarav commuted from home, and Disha was planning to do the same. Saving her hostel fees.
With the realization of Disha going to college fresh on her mind, Jyoti was more determined to confront her husband on his recklessness. She only bothered him at work when it was an emergency, but this was an emergency. The distraught wife and mother dialed her husband.
"This is Ajay Rai. I can't come to the phone right now so, at the beep..."
Jyoti slammed the phone down. "If he's working late, why isn't he at his desk?" she muttered to herself.
What Jyoti didn't know was that her husband wasn't working late like he had told her. In fact, it was his usual lie. Ajay Rai had another problem. He liked to bet on cricket matches. At that very moment he was at the bar watching a match that he had bet heavily and lost.
By the time Ajay returned home Jyoti wasn't as mad. And when she brought up the subject, her charming husband's smile diffused any lingering anger. She loved him and knew he loved her. So what if he was extravagant? After all, a lot of it was spent on her and the children. And he worked so hard to provide the luxuries -- like that very night.
"Shhh, the kids are in their rooms," Jyoti whispered when her husband became frisky.
"So, I can't fuck my wife?"
"Ajay! Watch your language!"
Ajay looked at his beautiful wife -- long dark hair, big eyes, high cheekbones, pale flawless skin, firm breasts with nipples that got real long, thin waist, full hips, round butt, and a model's thin but curvy legs. His fingers traced the sensitive skin of her belly, unbelievably flat even after two pregnancies.
She was somewhat conservative when it came to making love and being sexy. She dressed conservatively and wasn't adventurous in bed. Only fucking in the missionary position was acceptable to her. Occasionally, if Ajay came up from behind, he could enter her that way -- from behind, not in her behind. She complained that it was demeaning and she felt like an animal doing it that way, but sometimes gave in to her husband's persistence. Early in their marriage Ajay tried going down on her, but Jyoti went ballistic. She thought that area was dirty and couldn't understand why he wanted to put his mouth there. When he suggested she use her mouth on him, Jyoti actually locked herself in the bathroom. He never asked again.
“Come on baby, I am going away for 2 weeks on a business trip” he pleaded
"I'm not in the mood" Jyoti said pushing his hand off her breast and getting out of bed. She put her nightgown on and climbed under the covers. "Give me a kiss goodnight."
Ajay understood his wife's tone of voice and leaned over, giving her a peck on the lips. Jyoti rolled over, facing away from him, and closed her eyes. Ajay went into the bathroom and jerked off, wondering why, after 20 years of marriage, he didn't know better than to bring that subject up.
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