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Episode 14

 
I was the one to start now. "There’s no pain right now," I said softly.
 
"The pain has gone?, Good, you will still be fearful I think. Never mind just relax .. sleep if you want to."
 
I was so taken up with how patient he was for me. How expectant he would have been for the pleasures of the first night. I did not want to disappoint him on this most important day of our lives. It would not be a memorable night for either of us if we did not consummate our marriage this night I told myself.
 
"No, I'm alright now." I said indicating I was ready to continue.
 
"Don’t worry about it Swetha. There is always tomorrow. Your memory of the pain will still be fresh, just take it easy for now."
 
I loved this lovable idiot so much. I held both his cheeks in my palms and kissed his lips.
 
"Nope, this is our first night, it must happen tonight, I’m ready.”
 
"Sure?" He asked.
     
I gently bit him on his cheek, "You little fool, I as a woman am saying okay, then why are you still asking this question."
 
“We are not married for even 24 hours yet and you are already calling me a fool,” he said as if hurt but I knew he was just teasing me.
 
“Yes, you are, you are my sweet lovely fool and I will say that again and again as I please.”
 
He kissed me on the forehead then my eyes, cheeks and finally on my lips. I could feel him open my thighs apart as I enjoyed his kisses with closed eyes.
 
He got between my legs again. He placed his penis right at my entrance but did not push it in. He caressed my face softly with his hand.
 
“I love you so much my dear wife,” he said. His eyes affirmed to me that those were true words spoken from the heart.
 
“I love you too, husband,” I said, gazing into his eyes.
 
He pushed it in slowly. I held my breath as my subconscious mind reminded me of the pain. This time however there was not much pain. He slid his manhood in, slowly, gently and I slowly relaxed at the absence of the intense pain I felt the first time. He was fully in me. I hugged him to me as we kissed in love and ardour. He started pushing his hips up and down, slowly, carefully letting me get used to having his love rod inside me.  He was kissing and caressing my body slowly evoking the desire in me as his hips moved gently up and down. His caresses and kisses were having its effect. Within minutes I forgot all about the pain as pleasure began to surge through my body. I began to slowly lift my hips and meet his, ever increasing speed in his thrusts. 
 
Sometimes he would lie over me and kiss me on my lips, my neck, and my nipples. When this happened, his thrusts would be long and deep. Sometimes he would lift my leg up to kiss my calf and thighs. The tips of his fingers caressing my body all over showed me how sensitive I was in so many parts of my body that I myself had not been aware of till now. His kisses were many, his caresses were delightful but he did not stop his pumping and kept me in a constant state of arousal. My darling husband was showing me how wonderful lovemaking can be. He was taking me quickly towards the outer-limits of pleasure. Limits I did not yet know had existed. I was kissing him back now. Passionately.  
 
"Darling.. Ahh." My hands were gripping his back hard pulling him in tight as if wanting more and more of him in me.
 
"Sssss hmmm."
 
“Nng hmm .. more baby more... My husband was making me blabber uncontrollably as rapture that I had never known before was seeping through me in waves.
 
I have been pleasantly surprised by the varied feelings of love, bliss desire all taking me to paradise. This first experience, being better than I imagined it would be, made me delirious with joy. I hugged him tightly. My legs pressed down on his legs. Oh my god, I thought as all my nerves were tightening at the same time. A tidal wave of heavenly bliss was starting at my groin and rushing uncontrollably through my body.
 
I lost all track of time, as time meant nothing now, only that my husband was taking me to a peak of pleasure that wrenched me from this earth and sent me floating. I buried my face into his neck supressing a shriek that would otherwise have been heard through the whole house. My nails dug into his back. Was I hurting my dear love .. oh no .. but I can’t help myself.
 
“OOhhh……,” my body, hardened then started spasming as all the held up bliss burst out in a tremendous release.
 
I didn’t realize in my state of orgasmic pleasure, he and I had actually climaxed at the same. Knowing about it later made me very happy. It was fantastic, more than I ever imagined and expected. It was the most memorable night of my life. That night we made love three times. Each time was like a new, terrific experience better than the last. Finally, we hugged each other in fatigue and slept. I learnt all about pleasuring and being pleasured from my husband. In the years that followed, our sex life didn’t become stale or routine. It was always immensely satisfying. Or at least it was for me but now knowing about him and Gauri maybe it was not so for him.  
 
We both had taken two weeks leave. We didn’t know how time flew by so quickly. We went on a five-day honeymoon. I thanked my lucky stars that I had got this wonderful life. After returning from the honeymoon, my girlfriends gave a dinner party at a star hotel for the two of us. Mahesh was very reluctant to come.
 
“I’m going to be surrounded by women, I’ll be the only male I think. God, it’s going to be uncomfortable,” he complained.
 
“Nothing doing, your friends are inviting us later this week, I’m going to be in the same situation then, so Mr. Mahesh, you better do as your wife tell you, okay,” I said in return.
 
“Okay .. but one condition..”
 
“What??”
 
“Point out to me which of your friends you said were admiring me.”
I stared at him and then suddenly grabbed his groin. In these past few days my shyness had gone to a large extent when we were alone together. “You behave this is mine,” I said squeezing his penis,” If anyone else touches this, I’ll cut it off.”
 
My husband really didn’t know if I was joking or serious. Maybe I was half serious in what I said. Anyway, his manhood started swelling up in my hand as I held in over the clothes. Needless to say, we ended up making love following that. At the dinner with my friends I had held his hand all the time, reluctant to leave it even for a minute. I wanted the world to know he belonged to me.
 
Two of my companions pulled me aside and said, "Look, we are not going to take your husband away from you okay, so you can leave his hand for a while at least,” they teased me.
 
I looked at the two of them appraisingly. “Hmm, these, two woman don’t look too trustable to me,” I said in mock seriousness looking at them with my hand on my lower chin, as if speaking out my thoughts aloud.
 
“We can hear your mind voice very clearly, so can it,” they said laughing along with me.
 
That dinner went off very well. My friends whispered to me how lucky I was to get Mahesh as a husband.
 
I still remember what he said one day after an immensely satisfying bout of love.  "I love you so much and there is no place ever for any woman in my life except for you."
 
Those words then had made me so happy. Now it seemed like I have been living in a lie after I came to find out about him and Gauri.
 
However, after my husband comes back from work today, we should discuss our future after all that has happened now. I will be embarrassed to talk to him face to face. I think he too will have the same dilemma. He was the first to cause this upheaval in our marriage but I am responsible for all that happened afterwards. This is how I decided to get even. Should revenge ever have been a need for a relationship to survive. After all this, it is doubtful that we can just leave everything behind and continue as if nothing happened. I need to understand my husband's mental state of mind now and explain my own mental state to him. One of the greatest foundations of marriage is the respect for one's feelings that the partners give each other. Now that respect and trust has been completely shattered. Simply rebuilding it is a huge doubt.
 
Earlier, I had asked for divorce after watching the incident between him and that slut Gauri. Now after my husband had seen all that I had done, would it be his turn to ask for a divorce. Will I be able to accept it? More importantly do I still want it.  Should my husband’s one mistake be the end of our relationship that had been so fulfilling till then? Mahesh and Gauri had been having their secret affair for a few months but I had only slept with Shiva for one night. Is that going to be enough of a revenge for me. Will I stop it .. or do I want it to stop. If not, then what am I going to talk about with my husband tonight. I still did not have clarity in my mind. Perhaps I am hoping that clarity will come through my husband when I talk to him tonight.
 
Should I continue the relationship with Shiva if no resolution comes forth tonight when I talk with my husband. Shiva has tasted my forbidden fruit, he will surely come around again and again for more. At the same time Shiva was already in relationship with several women, married women. If he came to realise that he won’t get me anymore for sure, then he would likely turn his attention to other women. At least that’s what I hoped. I myself had never had the desire to have sex with anyone else before. I always thought I had that moral fortitude .. but now, after what I had done … can I say that anymore.
 
He returned home late from office, later than usual. Was it because he really had a lot of work or it was that he had no desire to see my face? I took his briefcase from him. He gave it to me without saying anything. When my son saw his father, he ran and jumped on him. I saw genuine joy in his face only then when he hugged him. I decided that we need to have a little normalcy between us and I needed to take the initiate to do that. Even though he was the one to have done something very wrong at first, now I felt uneasy that I had exacerbated the situation by my own actions. He was still playing with his son.
 
Shall I bring some coffee?" I asked softly.
 
He looked at my face for a few seconds and said, "It's okay, not now. It's time to eat dinner anyway.
 
"No, you are looking tired. Have some coffee first," I insisted.
 
He looked at me and said, "Okay." His look however seemed to indicate as if to say, so many terrible things has happened between us, is coffee so important now.
 
I brought him his coffee in five minutes.
 
I will prepare dinner, why don’t you shower first," I said.
 
While he went to take his bath, I started preparing dinner in the kitchen. My son was playing on his own close to where I was standing. I took care to prepare something for my son as well. It felt that this was the right time to talk to him about our situation. After my husband came back in his pyjamas, we sat down to eat together.
 
My son was making a fuss to eat his food. I cajoled him to eat.
 
"You are daddy’s little boy aren’t you, be a good boy and eat," my husband also joined me in trying to make my son eat.
 
“Only one more mouth, sweety, come on eat,” I said.
 
My son was the actually being used by both of us to ease the tension between us. We felt difficult to talk to each other directly. So, our son seemed to be the go between for us to create a more normal situation. Shortly after eating my son was sleepy as he was nodding away while sitting. Now was the right time for us to talk through our future.
 
While I was cleaning the utensils, Mahesh sat in the hall and put our son, Ajay on his lap and was patting him to sleep.  Our son was almost asleep when I finished doing my chores. I waited for my son to be sleeping soundly before I started talking. The time was getting close to nine. I didn’t realise it had got this late. Before all this trouble began, this was the time we really enjoyed spending together. With my son asleep in his cot, I would cuddle up to my husband as we watched TV or sometimes just talked. This was something that kept our closeness together.  I watched my husband as those memories came flooding back. After I noticed that my son was fully asleep, my husband carried him and went inside to put him in the cot. Meanwhile I was preparing myself in my mind to address the issues we are now facing. At that time the doorbell rang, disturbing my line if thought. I went and opened the door cursing this unwanted intrusion. I was shocked to see Shiva was standing there with a smiling face.
 
I was surprised as initially I had told Shiva that he should only come when I call him and not to do that otherwise. All this was agreed upon before I invited him to have sex with me for the first time. How did I ever expect him to keep his promise to me. He would have likely made any promise I asked of him just so he can have me. Now that he has, he didn’t see any need to do as he had said he would.
 
"Hi darling," he said cheerfully as he entered and shut the door.
 
Before I could react to what was happening, Shiva quickly embraced me and pasted his lips on mine. All my protest was covered by his lips. His embrace was too strong for me to escape from. At the same time, my husband came out of our room and saw what was happening. I tried to push him off my body. But despite my best efforts, I could not do it. He broke off the kiss long enough to smile at my husband. He must have felt so arrogant to be embracing me right in front of my husband and kissing me deeply.
 
“Hi, Mahesh, how are you doing,” he told my husband.
 
He was not in the least bothered that he was holding his friend’s wife in his arms while talking to that friend. I was so flustered at that time that I did not realise that Shiva actually had one hand on my breast and was massaging it.
 
“Take your filthy hands off my wife you bloody bastard and get the fuck out of my house.”
 
This was what my mind fervently wished that my husband would say at this moment but I was very disappointed when my husband without saying anything walked to the single seat sofa and sat down facing the TV and away from us. Siva literally dragged me to the long sofa and made me sit there. He sat very close beside me with our bodies rubbing against each other. He put his arm over my shoulder to hold me. I took his hand off.
 
"Why did you come here now? I told you not to come unless I myself called you.”
 
"How can you say that Swetha. You told me not to take leave today. You know how difficult it was for me. I just couldn’t concentrate on my work. I was thinking of you all the time. It was torture for me. I simply had to see you now.”
 
As he said this, he put his hand on my shoulders again. This time, he grabbed one of my breasts again, and started massaging it. My husband just sat watching the TV as if something very interesting was going on, on the screen. I was getting a little irritated now by his inaction. His friend was hugging his wife right there in the same room with him and he is totally ignoring it. Even though I started all this myself, I wanted him to show his authority as head of the family and put a stop to this. I didn’t realise how irrational I was because it was I who threatened to end our marriage if he tried to stop me or Shiva in the first place.
 
He turned his head and kissed me again. He tried to put his tongue in my mouth but I wouldn't let him. I pushed his head away with great difficulty. He took my hand and placed it on the tent in front of his pants. It felt like his organ was already at full attention. I took my hand away not grabbing it.
 
"Listen now Shiva, you please go away."
 
"Don’t say that baby, I’ve been longing for you the whole day, don’t tell me to go away."
 
He then looked at me and said, "Oh, you think Mahesh will say something and he won’t want this?"
 
Without waiting for my reply, he spoke loudly, to my husband, "Hey Mahesh, you have any objection to me being here?"
 
My husband kept silent. He did not even look back.
 
"See, silence means consent,” Shiva said triumphantly.
 
I was really angry right now. Have I become so unwanted for my husband that he didn’t even want to take any effort to win me back from Shiva? When Siva again kissed me, this time, I didn’t kiss him in return but I didn't stop him either. When wanted to push his tongue inside my mouth I resisted. I was waiting for my husband to do something to stop this but he seemed to completely ignore us. So after a while I opened my lips and let Shiva’s tongue in. The way Shiva kiss became more enthusiastic after this, I knew he was happy he was winning this struggle against me … and my husband. He once again took my hand and put it where his big swollen cock was. This time my hand stayed there. I could feel the blood engorged flesh throbbing on my palm. My fingers slowly closed and I grabbed it over his pants and squeezed it. My husband was still busy watching the screen.

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Episode 15

 
A broad smile came on Shiva’s face when I did that. The smile was like a signal from him that he had succeeded. If he had succeeded then who is the loser .. was it my husband alone .. or did I lose too? I should have stopped Shiva at this moment but I cooperated with whatever he wished mainly in an irrational anger that my husband now did not seem to care or bother about whatever I did. It was as if I was not relevant to him anymore. Previously I had enjoyed the lustful mating in a separate room with Shiva. But now, he's in the same room with my husband who seemed to wilfully ignore us. I've gotten to the point where I too didn’t seem to care where I got my pleasure from.
 
He unhooked three buttons on the front of my housecoat so that my boobs were more accessible to him to reach in. The deep cleavage of my breasts, which was accentuated by my plump breasts being pressed together by my bra, was open to his devouring eyes. With my husband sitting nearby they must have been even more alluring to him. Shiva buried his face in the open housecoat and kissed on the warm flesh of my breasts. Breast which were threating to spill out of the bra cups. He tried to release my breasts from the confines of the bra cups. But he was only able to take out one of my breasts through the small opening because of the size of my breast. Shiva realised that I was not yet aroused as my nipple was still not erect.  Shiva didn’t mind that. Bringing out the lust of a woman was Shiva's favourite challenge. He held my nipple with his thumb and index finger and started playing with it.
 
I sighed in a mixture of pain and pleasure. Shiva kissed my nipple and took it into his mouth and began to suck. It was as if the nipple had a mind of its own. It quickly swelled up inside his mouth. I unconsciously hugged his head to my chest as I started getting an inkling of arousal. The sound of Shiva suckling on my breast was clearly audible in the room despite the sound from the TV. Was Shiva sucking loudly on purpose to let my husband know what was happening. However whatever sounds that may have reached my husband's ears, he never once turned towards us. Shiva took his mouth off my nipple and admired the handiwork of his mouth. My nipple, which was glistening with his saliva was fully swollen. It was jutting out because of the coolness caused by air on the wet nipple. It looked like there were tiny pin pricks around the brown circle around the nipple.
 
"Hmmm, only now it looks beautiful, it should always be erect like this," he said admiring my stiff nipple.
 
Hearing this I quickly looked towards my husband but he still seemed to be engrossed on what was going on, on the TV screen. My husband’s apathy and Shiva’s sexual play was slowly having its effect. My mind was slowly being diverted to sex and the situation I was in at that moment.
 
I said softly so that only he could hear, "Idiot, just because you like it, it can’t always be in this swollen state.
 
"Yeah but whenever it’s erect like this it sure looks good .. good enough to eat. I was thinking If you put your blouse on without a bra then when you are aroused anyone will easily know that. Imagine how it would be poking at the fabric and pushing it out at the tip. It would be smashing to see it like that.” Shiva was letting his imagination run wild in how he wants his friend’s wife to be for his pleasure.
 
“You are really a rascal. Your thoughts are always on different ways to enjoy a woman.”
 
“Nothing wrong in that. Enjoying the pleasures of sex makes this life worthwhile. More than that, having a wife like you would make me think only about that. You’re that gorgeous.”
 
The anger that my husband was not making any efforts to win me back made me voluntarily speak words of love to my lover. Even those words like idiot and rascal were not real cuss words but playful words of endearment. He now put this breast back inside my housecoat and pulled out the other breast.
 
Seeing me looking at him thinking why he was doing this he replied,” This one, (indicating my breast) would start crying that I was ignoring it, if I didn’t take care of this too,” he said naughtily.
 
He started sucking on this nipple too as I closed my eyes and enjoyed his suckling. He switched like this between my two nipples several times drinking my flowing milk as he did so. My pussy was getting wet as his mouth worked its magic on my nipples. I was now beginning to yearn for his fingers inside my pussy. He lifted my housecoat up my thighs as if he had read my mind on what I wanted next. It almost came up but couldn’t go above a point. I lifted my butt a little off the sofa to make it easier for him to lift it up to my waist. My smooth hairless rounded thighs were now exposed for his view.
 
“When I run my fingers over this beautiful flesh my cock would automatically come to full attention,” Shiva said as his fingers caressed my thighs.
 
I myself now without him asking, rubbed my palms over his pants where his cock was, to verify if what he was saying is true. It was as hard as steel. He surely did like my thighs a lot, I guess. Shiva wanted more than that. He moved my hand away and unzipped his pant and put my hand inside the opening. He wanted me to take it out myself. I could feel the hot throbbing flesh straining against the boxers he wore. I took out his phallus with great difficulty from his boxers because of the erect state it was. It jutted out through the opening of his zip and pointed towards the ceiling. It was large enough that despite the clothes he had on, a substantial length of erectile flesh was still visible poking out from his clothes. He once again put my hand on his magnificent meat. I wrapped my fingers around the warm stalk. I could feel it vibrating in my hand.
 
“I never knew a man’s thing could be this big before. Only after seeing this huge cock I realised this. See how much of it is still exposed even though my fingers are fully wrapped around it,” I praised his big tool.
 
I was so annoyed by husband’s lack of action or care, I actually said this out loud enough that my husband could hear it. That day I heard that bitch Gauri praising my husband’s cock. Now let him hear how his wife praises another man’s love tool.
 
“Yes, baby that’s why your pussy grips my cock so tightly, because of its size.” Shiva said this looking at my husband as if willing my husband to turn and look at his (Shiva’s) cock being caressed in the grip of my slender fingers.
 
My husband had often looked with fascination as my fingers would stroke his cock. I knew my husband liked this but he surely would want to see those very same fingers stroking another man’s cock.  Meanwhile Shiva pulled my panties down to my knees. His fingers started to play in the slit of my pussy. I stretched my knees as far apart as possible to facilitate his fingers actions but the fabric of my panty just past my knees down my legs prevented me from being able to spread it over too much. However, what I had done was enough for his fingers to easily slide inside my treasure trove.
 
Now we both were leaning back on the sofa hips pushed forward as our fingers pleasured each other. Shiva’s fingers were where my husband’s fingers should have been and what was in my fingers was my husband’s friend’s cock instead of my husband’s cock. All this was happening while my husband was watching the TV as if something very interesting was on show. I had to suppress a moan as the tip of Shiva’s middle finger reached my clitoris and started rubbing the nerves filled nub. My fingers were pulling the flesh of Shiva’s pole up and down making his love bud, even redder, almost purplish. My doing this with my husband sitting close by must be enthralling for Shiva.
 
“What use are you just sitting there when you don’t know how to fight for your wife,” I thought angrily in my mind about my husband.
 
Just as I thought that another part of me scolded me that I was being unfair to my husband. Wasn’t it me who warned him of the severe consequence of him preventing me from getting my revenge as I saw fit. How then to blame him now for his in-action. He is enduring all this so that I would come back to him once more isn’t it. Come what may let things happen as it does. Since that day over two months ago all sexual relationship between myself and my husband had stopped. That made me more susceptible now, when being sexually stimulated, to giving into my desires towards Shiva’s efforts to arouse me. Shiva was using this vulnerable state I was in to his advantage. We were exchanging kisses all the while without stopping our actions, each playing with the other person's private organ.
 
Shiva then said, "Suck my cock sweetie."
 
He said that loudly making no effort to see that my husband doesn’t hear him saying this.
 
I however can’t be the same way too can I, even though I had gone this far, so I told him, “Shiva, not here, let’s go to the room first.”
 
"We’ll go later but you suck my cock first." Shiva was insistent. He really wanted me sucking him with my husband sitting not more than six or seven feet away.
 
Since my husband was here, Shiva had great desire to enjoy me in the hall itself. That’s why he said everything he was going to do so that my husband can hear it. I was wondering if I should bite Shiva cock hard when it was in my mouth to teach him a lesson, but how to do that. That would cause an unwanted commotion probably. Shiva pushed my head toward his rod. I had no other choice, I grabbed the big shaft and pulled back the foreskin. Actually, to say there is no other choice was not entirely true. I too was in an aroused state of lust so that my reluctance wasn’t that severe.
 
I kissed his red bud, glistening with his viscous moisture. The viscous liquid was stuck to my lip and when my head pulled back a string like colourless thread was stretched out between his bud and my lips. I swirled it off with my tongue and tasted it. Then I took his cock in my mouth and started bobbing my head. The faster my head went up and down the more Shiva squirmed. Siva moaned, a little too loudly I thought. He probably wanted Mahesh to hear how I was giving him pleasure in sucking his cock.
 
“That’s it baby, suck it deep, suck my cock Swetha honey,” Shiva groaned loudly so that my husband heard everything.
 
After a while he stopped me from sucking him and made me stand in front of him. He pulled my panty completely off. He pushed his hips forward and sat down on the edge of the sofa. He pulled his pant and boxers to ankle. His cock was jutting straight up ready for me.
 
"Hmmm come on and sit on top of me and let’s fuck," he practically ordered me. This situation was like a dream come true for him. Copulating with me while my husband was right there with us.
 
I was embarrassed. "Come, we’ll go to the guest room," I pleaded, doing my last bit to save at least some of my husband’s dignity …   as well as my own I think, but my husband was not making any effort to stop any of what was going on.
 
Shiva was having none of it and he forcibly made me sit on top of him with my housecoat lift up to my waist. His thick joy stick easily plunged deep into my pleasure tunnel. I hugged his body with my hands and I buried my face in Shiva's neck in shame. I didn’t want to see what was happening in the room. The TV sound was suddenly off. My husband must have turned the TV off and I heard sound of someone’s movement and I could hear a door open and close. It surely was my husband who couldn’t just sit there anymore and had gone inside our bedroom. How can he endure the sight of his friend and wife entwined in sexual fervour right there in the hall. Yet all he did was escape and not take any steps to stop us or at least let his displeasure be known to us. Deep down I felt he had lost all care for me already.
 
After holding my hips for a few minutes and pulling me in and out, Shiva pumped his robust rod in and out of my soaked slit.  Then Shiva said, "Honey come on, let’s go to bed.” Without my husband present Shiva had lost his interest in having sex here.
 
He held my buttocks with the palm of his hands and stood up. I wrapped my legs around his waist. My hands, which were now around his neck and his long cock, was still buried deep in my pussy. I hugged myself to him so that I would not fall off from his body. With every step he took, my pussy walls were grinding on the piece of hot flesh lodged inside of me. My clothes and his clothes were still mostly on us. Only his pants and boxers and my panty were lying on the ground in front of the sofa.  My hanging bottom portion of my clothes hid from view the fact that his virile manhood was taking refuge in my pussy. Only one of my breasts was poking out from the opening in front of the housecoat. Siva grabbed it and squeezed. My swollen nipple was fully thrust out as if inviting Shiva to suckle on it. Shiva did just that. He took it in his mouth and bit a little hard.
 
“Aww… you ruffian .. what are you doing ..  sss … it’s painful,” I scolded him.
 
He looked at me and smiled.
 
"Don't laugh you donkey .. see the mark your teeth have left." I scolded, rubbing the mark his teeth had left around my nipple.
 
"This is the sign to say it’s now my property "
 
He felt proud to say that with my husband quite nearby.
 
"Yeah, yeah fat hopes. I’m your friend’s wife not your wife.”  Even as the words left my mouth it seemed ridiculous to me saying that, seeing as to what we were doing at that time and with my husband there in the room quite nearby. My adulterous lover had his thick meat in my vagina and my pussy was sucking it in gleefully. What I said seemed nothing but mockery.
 
"Yes, my pet, you may be his wife but you are my mistress. A lover has more rights over his mistress than the husband over his wife." He thrust his hips twice, hard, as if to emphasise   that what he said was true.
 
"AA… slowly idiot, uhh .. you will turn logic upside down just to suit you."
 
"Tell me really, haven’t I had more right to your body in these two days. I am the one fucking you when I want."
 
Having said this, he thrust his hips vigorously into my waist. His girth of his tubular flesh created greater friction against my inner walls. I was slowly losing myself to the pleasure carousing through my body. My thighs tightened around his hips.
 
If he had been married, I doubt whether he would have enjoyed his wife as much as he is enjoying my body now, that is the wife of another man, that too his friend. He makes great efforts to make sure he gives immense pleasure to a woman .. as long as she is someone else’s wife.  He may not feel as thrilled in having sex with his own wife. Half the thrill in sex for him was the conquest rather than the sex act itself. That is his nature. So, that being the case should I just let myself enjoy the pleasure he gives?
 
I was a bit doubtful about myself.  Is this all only about revenge or am I taking advantage of this situation to satisfy my curiosity about what it would be like to have sex with another man? I didn’t think it likely as I never had such thoughts before the discovery of my husband’s sexual affair. I always thought of myself as having high moral discipline but yet I am not making any effort not to enjoy this pleasure. Maybe therein was the reason why this doubt came to me.
 
He said he had wanted to take me to the bed but yet he didn’t seem to want to leave the hall. We were joined at the hip and our pleasure parts were that which locked us together as one. Shiva removed my housecoat and threw it away. Now I could see how we were attached. I looked down our bodies. His huge member was nowhere to be seen. I could see the petals of my pussy stretched but only our pubescent hairs, mingled together was visible. Shiva's big boy was completely missing. My vagina had completely swallowed it. He walked over and stood near the door of our (my husband's and my) room and placed my back on the wall just beside the door, with my back resting on it. He inserted his hands between my hips and held me by my thighs. My legs parted slightly as he held me like this. He pulled his hips back and thrust his entire shaft inside, again and again with steady speed as his reddish glans reached the threshold of my pleasure tunnel.
 
"humph" .. "humph " he growled every time he pushed in.
 
My cries of ‘ang..’ ‘ang..’ joined his growls.
 
My back was bouncing up and down on the wall with the force of his thrusts.
 
"I'm so glad we are fucking like this without any condom that would reduce this pleasure we are enjoying," he spoke breathlessly. His ferocious assault making him pant.
 
"Hump" "Hump”.
 
"Ang" "Ang."
 
Two adulterous lovers, lost in the delights of this forbidden pleasure.
 
I was indulging myself in the pleasure he gave without saying anything.
 
"I will  …" ‘humph….. humph..’  fill your cunt again and again and make you pregnant, my love…”
 
‘Ang … Ang …’ “ I already told you that won’t happen” I still had not lost all senses.
 
"Did you say that?"  ‘hhmmp …. "Can't remember .. doesn’t matter  .. I’ll do it.." He spoke without stopping humping me. He was confident he would have his way, as I was, he would not. Who will win in this battle of wills, is yet to be seen.
 
“My fault, you have been fucking so many women, I should not have allowed you to fuck me without a condom.”
 
He stopped humping with his member in as deeply as possible.  “I never have sex with any prostitutes, only housewives, so don’t worry. "
 
He smiled as he said this.
 
"Even so, who knows how many men they were with, other than you," I said, getting my breath back.
 
"I have no interest in the women who simply sleep around. Seducing a faithful woman and fucking the daylights out of her is where the joy is .. like you.”
 
I pinched him hard in the chest. I moved my hips encouraging him to continue again. Now his hips started pumping faster.
 
"Ah" "Ah" "Ah."
 
"Hump" "Hump" "Hump"
 
"Faster … yes …  deeper.."
 
"Ohhhhhhhhhh."
 
"Take this my beautiful bitch.."
 
"Hump" .... "Hump" .... "Hump".
 
As our lust and sexual heat increased so did the volume of our pleasurable moans. It would definitely go beyond the closed room door and reach my husband's ear. Just as I had to bear the pain of listening to the groans of pleasure when he was having sex with Gauri, now he has to bear the pain of listening to the cries of pleasure from his wife while she was fornicating with his friend. I only saw and heard for a few seconds when he was fucking another woman, but he had to listen to his friend screwing his wife for several painful minutes.
 
Shiva's virile club was churning the lust fluid in my pussy making a wet sound.”  I pulled his neck with my hands and locked his lips with mine. He sucked on my lips with passion. Shiva realized that I was approaching my orgasmic peak and he started moving his hips faster and harder. Shiva looked at my face and asked, "Are you going to come baby."
 
"Ahhhh," I said yes.
 
"Say, I love you," he said.
 
This is about revenge not love. I shook my head that I would not.
 
He started humping with more speed and looked at my face with a speculative smile.
 
"Say I Love You," he insisted.
 
I was in an increasing state of ecstasy starting from my womb and spreading throughout my body. My resolve began to weaken at the same speed with which bliss was spreading from my vagina and taking me to a euphoric state. I still managed to shake my head again that I would not.
 
"Say You Love me."
 
"Say You Love me." He was confident of winning the battle of wills between us.
 
He banged me with all his strength. The sharp stab of pleasure pierced through my body, and I groaned as a feverish orgasm engulfed me. My eyes, narrowed, the room suddenly darkened in front of my eyes. I was lost in another world.
 
"Ahhhhhh, ...." I Love You Shiva, "" I Love You Shiva, "I lamented as bliss wracked through my body.
 
Shiva was watching my face as my convulsions slowly eased off. A triumphant smile was clearly seen on his lips. I was ashamed that my baser needs triumphed just now. Why did I blabber that out just because lust was dominating my feelings at that time. I feared what I said would have reached my husband's ears. I feared he would conclude that I have not only given my body to another man but now I have given my heart too. That would mean there is no way back for us.
 
“Now, as you had agreed that you love, the same way, one day you will say you want my child in your belly.”
 
When I heard him say this I became silent. My fear was that in spite of myself I would act as he said, and that terrified me. I can't be the first woman he had tried to impregnate. He must have already overcome resistance from some of the wives he was screwing and had succeeded in making their belly swell by the potency of his seed. That was where his confidence of victory stemmed from. Will I be just like one of the other women he had banged. 
 
He started walking to the guest room. I still clung to his body without getting down. His hands were around my neck. His rod was still buried in my pussy. He bowed his head to mine and tasted my lips as he walked. Our forbidden fornication was to continue in the guest room throughout the night for the second day in a row, or anyway that was what he wanted. Would I allow that or send him away after our sexual bout is over? His jeans, my house coat and our inner wear were scattered on the floor in the hall. My dignity and morals were also scattered there along with them.   

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Thank you all for yours comments. Actually a friend borrowed my laptop and that is why I had said my next post will be on Tuesday (that is today). I got it back today. I was just checking and adding on to what I had prepared earlier. Thank you for your patience.

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Episode 16

 
Shiva now carried me to the spare room. The room where we had our first sexual encounter the previous night. His club was hard as rock and still lodged inside my womanhood. I clung onto him for the short journey to the room. When Shiva entered the room, he turned on the AC and the light. He stood in front of the bed and took my hands off his neck. Now only my legs were holding him at his waist, I let myself fall back on the bed, using my hands to soften my fall. His big phallus plopped out of my pussy, wobbled up and down a few times like a spring, and still stood at full erection at more than ninety-degree angle, slightly pointing upwards. He looked at me with his hands on his hips. The arrogant smile crept back on his face. He was looking like as if how a victor would look at the vanquished. I had really not known about his arrogant attitude towards women before this. This was something that went against my basic nature. I had my own sense of pride. His thick rod was drenched in my orgasmic fluid. He smiled as I looked at his weapon covered by my love fluid. The very same weapon that had plunged to the very end of the depth of my womanhood.
 
“Was it good for you baby? Can your husband give you pleasure like this?
 
He expected the answer to be ‘yes’ for the first question and ‘no’ for the second. The answer he expected for the first was correct but not the second. He spoke as if there was no man who would surpass him as far as sexual prowess goes. His ego was as great a size as his penis. The way he talked to me before he had sex with me the first time and the way he spoke now was different. Now he spoke as if I was just one of his many women, and I like every one of them was subjugated to his virility. This was his true nature to women, not the sham he shows when his intention was first to seduce them. This attitude within him had probably developed because of his many conquest of chaste women. I need not tell him about my husband’s skill as a lover. Shiva is not someone so important that my husband needs Shiva acknowledgement of his manliness.  It’s enough that I know about it. In reality Shiva had not given me any greater pleasure than my husband. Shiva’s foolish thought that the pleasure a woman gets is directly proportional to the size of a man’s penis is nothing but a male fantasy. My husband was equipped and skilled enough to give me all that I need in sex. My reaction when I was having sex with Shiva was purely a physical one because whatever said and done Shiva was also a skilled lover.
 
Seeing his arrogance now, my feelings were towards not having any more sexual relationship with him. But he has not yet reached his orgasm. He will surely want to finish as well. If I refuse now how will his reaction be? I realised I don't know much about him really. What little I knew was from what my husband and friends have said about his character. They had not really spoken about his other aspects except to say he was untrustworthy with women. If I were to refuse to have sex and argue with him now would something untoward happen. If a commotion happens in my house this late at night it would create an ugly scene. Worse is my husband would be forced to intervene in the problem. What if something that starts out as an altercation subsequently becomes physical.
 
Let me satisfy him first and send him away from here. Then let me think about a solution for this problem. My silence must have assured him in his mind, that his mistaken belief that my husband was not giving me enough pleasure, is correct. He slept by my side. His long cock lay on his stomach almost reaching his belly button. I was now embarrassed how much it was coated my sexual release. I felt ashamed that I had this much lust when having sex with him.
 
"Come here bitch, suck my cock before I tear your cunt."
 
For the first time he called me a bitch … what’s left after this .. slut, whore, dirty cunt .. he would soon use denigrating words that I really didn’t like to be called. I should have expected this. However now was not the time to take umbrage on it. I just needed to get him out of here as fast as possible.  
 
Probably for some of the women he had been with, it would be sexually stimulating to be spoken to vulgarly like this when they are fucking, but for me all it does is irritate me. No point showing my displeasure now. I had to make him come as soon as possible and send him away. I took his cock in one hand and his balls in the other. I started stroking his cock as I played with his balls. I took the head of his cock in my mouth and started sucking hard hoping to bring him to his climax fast.
 
“I’ve fucked quite a few women but even their cunts don’t give the pleasure your beautiful hands do. You are number one in my list” Shiva praised me but it gave me no satisfaction to be number one for him in this.
 
I felt like crushing his balls there and then but I restrained myself from doing so.  Instead as my fingers caressed his stiff stalk, I started sucking his cock deeper and deeper. There was so much saliva in my mouth that some of it flowed down his stem reaching his pubic hair. He held my head pressing down slightly wanting me to deep throat his phallus.
 
“That’s it, take it deeper. You’re sucking like the cheating slut you are.”
 
He pulled my head up. “Tell me you fucking bitch, tell me you want to suck my cock.”
 
What I wanted to actually do is bite his cock off but instead I said,” I want your cock, I want to suck your cock.” I was hoping that him hearing what he wanted would bring him closer to his orgasm faster.
 
With a roar of triumph, he pushed my mouth back on his cock and I engulfed it in my mouth.
 
I sucked fast and tongued his shaft. Much as I had hoped to bring him to his climax soon, there was no sign that he was nearing his zenith, except that his cock continued to jerk on my tongue. The result of my efforts was that he enjoyed my blowjob more and more. His cock became more blood engorged and the already mega sized member became even more swollen than usual, completely filling my mouth. He let me suck him for several more minutes before he finally pulled my head off his cock. It was glistening with my saliva.
 
“Look how ready it is to tear your cunt. Your husband can never do what this can do,” He said holding his cock and swaying it in front of my face. Hitting my lips with his penis.
 
I shook it in my hands a few times. The way it was so firm and strong, majestically erect, it caused a stirring of desire in my loins in spite of myself. I lay down, spread my legs and prepared to receive his cock in me. Might as well get it over as soon as possible. I was hoping he would lose control and seek his release as fast as possible. I really didn’t want my desires aroused again, only for him to finish as soon as possible.  Even though these were my thoughts he had a completely different idea in his mind.
 
“I’m not going to fuck you like this, get up,” he said.
 
“What are you going to do?”
 
He pulled me to the dressing table there and made me stand facing the long mirror of the table. My image was clear on the mirror. Sweat sheen covered body, large but firm breasts with erect nipples and the trimmed thatch of black pubic hair, in contrast to my fair body, covering my vagina.
 
“Open your legs, bend and hold on to the table. I’m going to fuck you from behind.”
 
“Why this, Shiva. Let’s do it on the bed.”
 
“No, I want to see your face expression as I fuck you. I want to see the tortured look of pleasure on your face when you lose yourself to the bliss, I’m going to give you.”
 
I was resigned to doing this and I bent down with my hips thrust backwards as I held on the edges of the dressing table. He came behind me as I bent forward. He opened my pussy lips with the fingers of one hand as he placed the head of his cock at my pussy entrance and with one movement, he shoved the whole rod inside of me. The momentum of that thrust made my hands bend at the elbows and pushed me forward.
 
“Aangg…” I moaned not being able to help myself.
 
I immediately came to my senses. Let him enjoy himself. Let him reach his orgasm. I should control myself and not reach my own climax. He should not get greater sexual pleasure in seeing my face contorted in uncontrollable bliss. He shouldn’t get that satisfaction, I said to myself but I knew it was going to be a struggle knowing how well Shiva fucked.
 
"Wow, look at your shape, your hips curves flaring out to your fleshy buttocks, damn sexy .. you were born to give pleasure to men." He was admiring my curves as he held on to my hips.
 
He was getting more and more aroused seeing my body in that position. Only my husband had the pleasure of seeing me like this before, but I myself had created the opportunity for this unscrupulous rascal to enjoy this. He held my hips as his pelvis hit the soft flesh of my buttocks again and again with a ‘thud’ sound each time. The speed of his hip movement increased along with his excitement. Each time he did that his cock head would rub up against my pussy walls as it slid in and out. My mind cautioned me to control my emotions but my body was starting to betray me. I too was getting aroused by his slithering snake inside my burrow. The increasing strength of his grip on my hips showed that he too was slowly losing control of himself. The flesh where he gripped me had reddened.
 
No matter how I struggled, the hunger of my desire and the pleasure I felt slowly increased and it showed on my face. Our eyes met in the mirror. The same triumphant smile was on his face while I was ashamed by it. Nevertheless, there was no denying the pleasure he was giving me. I wondered how physical pleasure and emotional distress could strike me at the same time. My face was filled with lust and twisted with pleasure. My mind was reprimanding me for enjoying this illicit copulation. Even though my face was contorted as if I was in pain anyone who sees that will immediately know that in actual fact I was in a state of ecstasy. I closed my eyes, unable to look at my face like this anymore. I realised that my hold on the edge of the dressing table was getting stronger as my body was also reaching for that joyous release.
 
There was only one thing left for me to prove that he had not yet completely taken my will. I did not want to moan out the pleasure I was feeling. I had never been so determined in my life to do it. For that I need to get him to peak before I lost my control. I too pushed my hips back my hips in, hoping to make him reach his orgasm quickly. I tried to squeeze the muscles of my pussy gripping his cock to increase his pleasure. I opened my eyes again and looked at his face in the mirror.  I thought that would make him reach his peak sooner if our eyes met, urging him to come inside of me.
 
Our eyes were locked as if in a contest to see who has the will to prevail here. Time was moving fast for both of us. It had been 15 minutes since he was humping me from behind. There were pearl like beads of sweat on our two bodies despite the AC. I could see that he too was going to finish anytime now. It was the same condition for me. I was struggling to hold off my orgasm. He did something else now to push me over the edge. He leaned on my body and grabbed my breasts and pinched my nipples. My body was assaulted by pleasure from two points, my loin and my breast. Waves of pleasure that started from both ends met headlong in the pit of my stomach. My legs started trembling as if they were losing all their strength. My muscles tightened for a few seconds before I started shuddering as my orgasm hit me.
 
“AArrgh…………………….,” no matter how I tried my groan of pleasure escaped my lips.
 
Shiva growled at the same time as he too reached his orgasm. Was he waiting for me or it so happened he too reached his climax at the same time I don’t know but I could feel his hot seed filling my womb.
 
He just lay on my back catching his breath. His cock was still buried deep in my pussy having been victorious in its task. I slowly raised my head. Our eyes met once more. He smiled, the smile of the victor. Usually, in having sex when the partners both achieve a satisfying orgasm then both are actually winners. If that usual criteria was to be the case, then Shiva and I were both victors. In that case who was the loser … my husband? That thought caused a lot of pain to me. He stood up straight but he still had his penis inside my vagina. He had to pull out before I could straighten up. He just stood like that as if reluctant to pull out his cock from the place that had given him so much of pleasure. I felt very undignified standing half bent like that over the dressing table. I was about to tell him to move out when he himself pulled his now shrunken cock out from my pussy. He turned me around and kissed me on the lips. I let him kiss me without kissing him back.
 
“Okay Shiva, you had your wish, now please go. I didn’t ask you to come here today in the first place.”
 
“Sorry Swetha, I simply had to see you, so I came even without your invitation.”
 
“Okay nothing to be done about it now, but leave, I am going to sleep in my own room tonight.”
 
I was surprised when Shiva did not protest and readily agreed to it. Only then it struck me that he wanted my husband to see me after just having been freshly fucked by him. His parting words revealed the arrogant, egotistical thoughts in his mind. When he had dressed up and was at the front door and was about to leave, he revealed what he was thinking.
 
“Swetha, don’t wash up. Let him fuck you with my spunk still inside your cunt. Only then he will know how much of my juice had filled you,” He said with his usual conceited look.
 
As if as an afterthought, he added,” Better still let him lick your unwashed pussy before he fucks you, who knows that is what he secretly wants” he said with a broad smile on his face.
 
I felt a surge of anger within me. I felt like slapping him right there and then but I didn’t want to make a scene now, especially if it would wake up the neighbours at this time of the night. At that point all I wanted was for him to get out from my house. I didn’t say a word as I locked up after him. I took a bath, a very long bath. Yet no matter how much I washed myself my feeling of being unclean did not leave me at all.
 
When I went to bed, my husband looked at me coming in and turned around slept facing away from me. I slept facing the opposite side. Is this how our life together is going to be henceforth, no longer being able to look at one another's face. I made a decision then and there. I didn’t know if I was going to continue to live with my husband or we were going to separate permanently, but the relationship with Shiva must be severed immediately. The only indication of the emotional turmoil I was in was the tears that flowed down my cheeks. Then again why cry when I was the cause for all this.
 
Before going to office the next day, Mahesh and I were hardly able look at each other much less speak. Mahesh was lingering before leaving. I realised he wanted to say something but was finding it difficult. My heart started beating fearing the worst, that he was going to say that it was no point in us being together anymore, but it was for another matter completely that my husband wanted to speak to me.
 
“There is a small party and dinner invitation by my boss to those in the office with senior positions. We were encouraged to bring our spouses to the dinner.”
 
My husband looked at me expectantly waiting for my answer. He did not say he wanted me to come with him in so many words but I knew what he wanted. The situation I was in right now, a party cum dinner was the last thing I wanted to go to. I was about to say no when another thought struck me. What if my husband thought I did not want to come because I wanted to spend that time having sex with Shiva. That would be logical conclusion he would come to, so instead I said I will come with him.
 
"In that case can you come home a little early today. We can pick Ajay up from your parents' house after the party,” He asked me and I nodded my agreement.
 
Little did I know at that time that the dinner was going to be a big turning point in the mess of my making.

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Thanks Game40it....as usual its nice and erotic, the turmoil going on in Swetha's mind well described. It is obvious that Shiva is proud of him and his manhood as he got the gorgeous wife of another person and satisfied not only once but repeatedly say whatever may be the reasons for her to surrender herself.

The other interesting thing here is the readers comments..trust me I love them same as the story. How many views and how many perverted things they want  .

I know it is just a story came out of the writer's imagination but still one thing I could not understand "really is it possible for the husband to act normally after all those things happened just in front of him"...ummm...again its a story 

Super story...eager to see what is going to happen in the party.

:)  This is an English version of my previously written story and though I have added a bit more in this version it does not vary that much from the original story. I know readers like a lot of perverted actions in these type of stories (and you can't blame them as, after all this is a sex story site) I try to to also have a story line in my writings. In sex stories I know it is very difficult to keep things totally logical but I try to at least have a semblance of it. As long as the readers enjoy the story, I'm happy.

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Episode 17

 
We arrived at a 5-star hotel where my husband’s company had arranged the dinner.  His boss had booked a small hall for the function.  Food was to be in buffet style. There was cocktails, wine and juice available as refreshments. Tables were arranged for the diners. The employees and their spouses, of the company my husband works for, were talking in small groups. There were cocktails in the hands of many of the men while’s most women were having juices except for a few women who were having wine. No one had started eating as yet.
 
My husband’s boss and his wife were standing at one side of the hall. His boss looked to be in his mid-fifties. Anyone seeing him would have the feeling that he was a pleasant man. My husband had told me before, that is before all this mess, that his boss was a good man to work for. People who worked directly under his supervision especially knew that. His wife had the same kind look. She should be around 2 to 3 years younger than him. There were some senior managers milling around and talking to them. His boss noticed us as we were coming in and he gestured to my husband to join him. I was in no mind to engage in small talk, so I wandered away and looked for a table that had on one sitting there yet and went and sat there. I really wanted to be alone.
 
As I casually looked around, I spied Gauri standing in a small group of people. She was actually looking at me at that time. My face flushed on seeing her. This bitch, the one who had ruined my life was standing there. The anger came flooding into me and I felt like walking up to her and slapping her there and then. Something I had not done when I caught her with my husband. Even then, my anger would not have been quenched. What stopped me was that the shame then would have been not only for her but also for my husband and me. What was known just to the three of us would become public knowledge to everyone in the company. My action would raise the question as to the reason for my anger towards her. The scandal that had been hidden would be exposed to everyone in the company and my husband would be ashamed in front of everyone. Of course, my deed privately had already shamed my husband. In fact, I have given my husband the worst possible humiliation. I had let his friend take my chastity. Not in some covert way but I indulged in that obscene, uncouth behaviour right before his very eyes. I realised that I had not only demeaned my husband, I had in fact demeaned myself by my rage.
 
However, my anger towards Gauri still burnt within me. I had difficulty suppressing my anger as long as she was within my sight. I turned to the other direction not wanting to see her. It was then that I realized that the boss's wife was watching me. She had a small smile on his face. She left from the group that she was in. I was flustered when I realised that she was coming towards me. Did she notice my expression of hate and anger when I was looking at Gauri I wondered fearfully. I really didn’t want to talk to anyone but I knew that if the boss’s wife wants to talk to me then it is going to be unavoidable. When she came up to me, I stood up respectfully.
 
"Sit down .. please sit down," she said, pulling up a chair and sitting down.
 
I too had no choice but to sit down beside her.
 
"Are you Swetha, Mahesh's wife?"
 
"Yes madam," I said.
 
"Forgive me for calling you by name like that. I hope you will indulge a woman older than you are in allowing me that." She smiled pleasantly as she said this.
 
There was no way that I could object no matter whatever way my husband’s boss’s wife addresses me but I liked the way she asked me that even if we both realised that my answer can only be ‘yes’.
 
"It's okay madam," you have every right to call me like that. (No need to call me formally as Mrs. Mahesh.)
 
She laughed and said, "There is no such thing as having any right, I am just using my age and my husband’s position shamelessly. I don't like speaking very formally,” she said conspiratorially with a smile. “You too, don’t call me madam, it makes me feel old, my name is Gautami, just call me that."
 
I gave a diffident smile in return.  "Yes madam .. sorry Gautami."
 
"That's a good girl," she patted me on my knee but there was only friendliness and no condescending gesture in that.
 
It was very difficult to hold her eyes face to face. Behind that pleasant, almost motherly demeanour, there was a very sharp intelligent woman. I believe very little escaped her. I had to be very careful not to reveal that my relationship with my husband was in trouble. I try to keep my face as normal as possible.
 
"You have come so many times before, but I have not had the opportunity to meet you. I’m so glad to finally get to talk to you. Mahesh is very lucky my dear, you look lovely.” Saying this she turned to look at my husband talking to hers.
 
She turned back to me and said, “You two make a lovely couple.”
 
What she says is true. My husband’s company has small gatherings like this two or three times a year and I have attended a few of them but I have never had the opportunity to meet her before. My husband’s company was one that was a rapidly progressing young company.
 
"It's I who should be glad to meet you mada… Gautami,” I caught myself from addressing her as Madam again.
 
Gautami clasped my hands in her and said, "My husband thinks very highly about your Mahesh. He has remarked to me several times that, to paraphrase him, 'one of the brightest young managers we have.'”
 
Not knowing what to say to this I just kept silent. Normally I should have been happy and proud to have heard this but I was in too much of an emotional agitation to react in any positive way.  
 
"You must be very proud of your husband."
 
My mind was in turmoil but I had to carry on a normal conversation here, that too about my husband. I forcibly brought a smile to my face. We were talking together for some time. I tried my utmost not to reveal about my inner struggles but she may have suspected or got an intuition that there were some problems.
 
She gave me her name card. When I looked at that I realised that she in her own right was in a very senior position in another company. “Think of me as your friend Swetha. Call me anytime on any matter or even just to chat.” Saying this she left me and went to talk with some others.
 
I gave a big sigh of relief after she left. I don’t know how I would have managed if she had continued to talk some more. I closed my eyes for a few seconds and took some deep breaths to calm myself. I was completely startled when I opened my eyes. Gauri was standing next to me. I was infuriated, thinking what was this whore doing here.
 
“Please Mrs. Mahesh, can I talk to you for a bit.”
 
On seeing her, the only thing that came to my mind was that of naked images of she and my husband having sex, and that too in my own bedroom.
 
"What is there to speak to you, you’ve ruined my life" I said a little louder than I intended to.
 
Realising that, I became alarmed if my voice had carried far and if anyone else had been drawn to noticing us. I looked around but luckily nobody was paying any mind to us.
 
"Sorry if I just keep standing like this anyone seeing me may get some doubt as to what was going on," the bitch said and without waiting for my reply sat at the same table with me.
 
I could not tolerate her being close to me but if I suddenly got up and left it may draw unwanted attention towards us. I had no choice but to sit there.
 
"I know you're very angry at me."
 
That was an absolutely redundant statement. You are sure right about that you bitch I thought to myself.
 
"Please listen to me for just five minutes, and I will never bother you again after that," she said.
 
Bother? You have been more than that. You had practically destroyed my marriage and my family and now you are saying you won’t bother me after this, I thought to myself. Anyway, let’s see what you have to say though I didn’t think it would make any difference to me.
 
"First of all, I would like to apologize to you, even though I know that what I have done is an unforgivable act.
 
I listened to her with disgust. You did it anyway knowing all this didn’t you I thought to myself.
 
"There is no forgiveness for me for destroying the peace in your life, I know that."
 
What was this slut expecting? That I will forget everything and say ‘I forgive you’? You seduced my husband .. the man I thought belonged to me .. only to me. I was seething inside.
 
“But it's all my fault, none of it was Mahesh’s fault.”
 
Now I turned to her angrily and said, "What, did he tell you to speak to me on his behalf?”
 
On her face was mixture of sadness and consternation.
 
"No, Mahesh did not tell me anything. In fact, he has not even spoken to me since that day."
 
She looked directly at my face as she said this. She did not flinch away from my piercing gaze. It became evident to me that she was telling the truth.
 
"Whatever happened still happened didn’t it. He did it knowing full well he was betraying my trust in him."
 
Even as I said this the thought that I too had done the same wrong thing was disturbing me in one corner of my mind.
 
"I'm the reason for everything that happened. I know how bad he felt that he had betrayed you," she said. Her eyes had reddened as tears welled in her eyes.
 
"I and my husband were having problems. Those were our problems so no one else should have come into it. The guilt that I had unnecessarily pulled Mahesh into it and thereby ruined your happy marriage is tearing me apart.”
 
It looked like she would cry there itself. Seeing her genuine pain, I started to feel a little bit of sympathy for her in spite of myself.
 
“Mahesh always made every effort to avoid me, it was I who relentlessly pursued him.”
 
Hearing this I got even more angry at her. I said very slowly, but in a biting voice, "There are so many men around, unmarried men too but you had to go after my husband?”
 
"The reason for that is both my self centeredness and Mahesh."
 
Hearing her say that, I stared at her face angrily.
 
"You first said he is not to blame for the affair but now you agree that he is also at fault ," I was fuming.
 
"He was not at fault for the reason you think," she said.
 
I looked at her vexed. What the hell was she trying to say.
 
"Mahesh always treats women with dignity. He never leers at women. He doesn't hit on other women or tries to seduce anyone at our workplace even though I know there are some women who would readily fall for him if he had wanted them."
 
I was digesting what she was saying. My Mahesh (yes in my mind he was always my Mahesh) had always behaved the way I knew he would with other women. Then why with Gauri. I looked at her really properly now. Now with all her make up on, she was indeed a good looking woman, but was she in any way better than me? I know that upon finding out about my husband’s affair, it had created a feeling of reduced self-worth within me. It had raised within me doubts about my own adequacy as a woman. Maybe it was part of the reason I wanted to prove myself with another man. If I can make a womaniser like Shiva go crazy about me then there was nothing wrong with me, no inadequacy within me.
 
She looked directly at my face as she spoke. I listened to her in silence.
 
"He was honourable, he was handsome and he was trustable. That's why I chose him."
 
She stopped me when I opened my mouth to retort angrily.
 
"Please I know your anger is justified but first let me tell you what I want to."
 
I closed my mouth again without saying anything.
 
“I was a married woman. If I had an affair with just about any other man, especially as you suggested to a bachelor, he would probably be boasting about his conquests to all his friends. That indiscretion could have destroyed my life.” Having said this, she struggled in silence for a few seconds to control her emotions.
 
“Even if you had pursued him, he should have thought about me,” I said.
 
The reasons she says may be justifiable on her side, but this cannot be an excuse for my husband’s failing.
 
"True, but how long can a man resist a woman who is continuously throwing herself at him?" "Even then, Mahesh did not entertain my wishes in anyway. I had to use a woman's final weapon to make him give in."
 
She took a deep breath and continued.
 
“One day I wept to Mahesh, my body heaving in sorrow, that rather than living this torturous life it would be better off for me to die.”
 
“As I expected Mahesh placed a sympathetic hand on my shoulder. I was waiting for this, I immediately hugged him, and started raining kisses on his face.”
 
Gauri avoided looking at my face now as she spoke.
 
“Even then, he pushed me away and advised me that what I was doing was very wrong.”
 
“I didn’t pay any attention to what he said, I hugged him again, caressing his body and pleaded with him to give at least a little bit of happiness in my life.”
 
“You know, even then he did not want to do the wrong thing. I cajoled, cried, threatened to harm myself and kept throwing myself at him. Even then he kept rejecting me. This went on for several weeks. My frequent bouts of sorrow and crying finally resulted in him relenting. Even then it was more in sympathy then in desire.”
 
As Gauri described how she used all her feminine wiles to seduce my husband, my blood was boiling listening to her.
 
As if realising my feelings Gauri said,” I know how hurt and furious you must be to hear this now. I swear to you, honestly, the great pain my behaviour of that time, is causing me now cannot be described in words.”
 
“One thing I can assure you Mrs. Mahesh is that he loves you deeply. I know how much he suffered in guilt that he was not being true to you.”
 
“After the first time he avoided me altogether but I created the sympathy for my plight and did not let him be.  I knew his weakness was that he was soft hearted and I used that.”
 
Gauri wiped a bit of tears from her eyes. “There was more sympathy than lust in your husband’s brief affair with me. Even that day was to be the last sexual liaison between us, Mahesh agreed to my plea of having one final time together only on that condition that it was to be the last. That was only the third and final time we had sex together.”
 
Gauri now looked at me and said,” In that two-month period it was only the third time we had sex should tell you that how much I had to beg and cajole him to have sex with him. Any other man in his position would be the one initiating the sexual encounters.”
 
I was at a loss on what to say now. She had just told me how she had relentlessly pursued my husband and had achieved what she had desired. My husband is still feeling guilty for giving in. Therein maybe the reason for his silence after so much has happened since.
 
“The thought that my selfish actions had caused such huge problems to a good person like Mahesh and his family, is really tearing me apart. I just don’t know how to atone for it.” Gauri sounded deeply remorceful.
 
“Look over there,” Gauri pointed out a man, “that is my husband.”
 
“I have told him now what I should have told him then,” she said.
 
I looked at her astounded.
 
Seeing my look she said,” no .. no.. I didn’t tell him about my affair with Mahesh. I don’t have the guts to do it. Moreover, it would serve nothing else but to hurt him.”
 
“Then what do you mean,” I asked.
 
“I made the effort to openly talk to him about my dissatisfaction. Luckily, he reacted much better than I expected. We are now in counselling. Our sex life is improving.”
 
Yes, your life is improving mine is destroyed I thought to myself.
 
She looked at my face with empathy. She echoed the very thing I was thinking.
 
"My life is getting better but your life ruined. My conscience punishes me for that every day." Gauri took an handkerchief and wiped away the tears threating to break free from her eyes.
 
"I decided that I have to make an effort to resolve the problem that I started. I hope that you and Mahesh would someday find it in your hearts to forgive me for all the wrong I have done to the both of you."
 
After saying this Gauri got up and quickly walked away, not even turning back to have a last look. I was starring at the floor in deep sorrow. Sadness was choking me. I was afraid I would burst out crying anytime. I got up and quickly walked, almost blindly, in search of the lady’s washroom. On going inside all the emotions that I had held back came bursting out. I wept, in pain and sorrow. Luckily there was no one else there to see my misery. After I got a modicum of control over my feelings, I looked in the mirror at my tears strewn face. Wasn’t it the arrogance of the beauty of this face that had led me to behave so horribly, I lamented to myself.
 
I looked at my red lips. Lips that so many men had admired. Weren’t these the lips that was sucked by Shiva, was wrapped around his manhood, which smiled with desire at that scoundrel. When I saw my lips now there was nothing attractive in it now, rather they seemed rather ugly to me. I washed my face before going back in. Now there was very little makeup left on my face.
 
As I sat at the table a familiar voice greeted me,” Hi, Swetha, how are you?”
 
I turned to look at the direction of the voice, it my husband’s friend Mahen, he who had taken care of Mahesh when he was sick, before our marriage. I forced a smile on to my face.
 
“Hi, how are you?”
 
“I saw you sitting all alone. Mahesh is stuck with the boss, it’s going to be difficult for him excuse himself from there,” he said smiling.
 
We talked for a while then he suddenly became serious. “Is anything wrong between the two of you, or is Mahesh having any problems. He seems to be very dull and morose for sometime now.”
 
“No, nothing like that,” I said not trying to reveal anything.
 
“You know I am there for the both of you, Mahesh is like a brother to me,” he said genuinely.
 
The one good thing was that Shiva was not of a high enough position in the company to get invited to this function. Him also being here would have been intolerable. Seeing the concern Mahen had for my husband I could see now the difference between a true friend and a rogue like Shiva. This was a realisation that had come a little too late. How the rest of the evening went was a blur to me. Somehow, I made through it and got back home. As we drove back home, I longed to hold my husband’s hands in mine but my behaviour of the past two days had taken away that privilege from me from doing it. I sat silently as my husband drove back home after picking up my son.

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Episode 18

 
After returning home after picking up my son from my parent’s house, I gave Ajay some milk and petted him to sleep.  Neither me nor Mahesh had much of a conversation then. I could not understand his thoughts by seeing his face. I tried to act as normal as possible, but my eyes kept straying to his face over and over again. However, I could not see any reaction in his face. I couldn’t guess whether he was ignoring the emotion I displayed or he really failed to notice it. After so many days I was really wanting to talk to him today but it seemed from his behaviour he was not of the same mind. The pain I now felt in not being able to talk to him freely was like the pain I felt when I first saw him in bed with Gauri. This time however, I am fully responsible for this pain. For the first time, I really began to fear for the future of our marriage. Fear that the damage done by my outrageous actions have made our marriage irreparable. That fear sent a chill up my spine. When we slept on that night (rather only he slept, I kept awake looking at his face), all my love and affection for him that was buried in my heart recently, came bursting out. I realised, my gosh how much I loved this man. My stupidity, had made me dare to do things that would deprive me of this true happiness in my life. I hesitantly put my hand on his chest, fearful that he would push it off. If he did that I would simply die inside. To my great relief he did nothing like that and continued to sleep.
 
I cannot describe by words the comfort that came to my mind with just the touch of my hand on his body. It was now up to me to make every effort to avoid losing this life that I already had. If I succeed, there can be no measure to my happiness, but if I fail, then I have to endure that suffering, because it was of my own making. I didn’t know when exactly I too had dozed off. I had breakfast with him the next morning. I looked at his face and smiled timorously. He too smiled in response. I was in wonder how that little smile could fill my heart with so much happiness. Just when everything was going towards the better my phone rang. It was from that good for nothing Shiva. I noticed how quickly the look on my husband’s face changed. I completely ignored the phone. After ringing for a while, it stopped. Then after a few seconds it started ringing again. Being very irritated I switched off the phone this time but by this one act Shiva managed to completely poison the atmosphere in my house without he even being present there.
 
I found it difficult to sit in my office that day. I could not concentrate on the work given. I decided that I have to put an end to everything immediately. But I was confused about how to handle this. Even if the problem had only been between me and my husband it was still going to be difficult to overcome. Now however, Shiva is also involved in this matter. Many thoughts flowed through my mind for over an hour. Luckily it was a slow work day, there was nothing urgent I needed to get done. Finally, after much debate within myself I came to a decision. I made a call to his cell phone. It rang for a while but he didn't pick it up. This made me very anxious. Does he not even want to talk to me?? I tried two more times both the times the ring went through, but he didn't attend the call. If I was the old Swetha I would have stopped trying to call him. I would be angry thinking why should I try to speak to someone who didn't want to talk to me. That headstrong Swetha was dead and gone. I phoned the office directly this time, trying to get to speak to my husband.
 
An unfamiliar woman’s voice greeted me,” hello?”
 
“Can I speak to Mr. Mahesh please,” I said.
 
“May I know who is on the line?” said that sweet voice.
 
“I am Mahesh’s wife Swetha speaking.”
 
“Oh Hi Mrs. Mahesh, just one minute, I’ll see if I can get him.”
 
There was silence for a while and then the woman answered,” he is not in his cabin, did you call his mobile phone?”
 
“I did, it rang but he didn’t pick it up.”
 
“Oh, one moment please.”
 
Again, there was silence for a while, then,” Mrs. Mahesh I had a glance at his table, his phone is on the table. I believe he is at a meeting. I’ll let him know you called once he is back.”
 
I didn’t say anything else except to thank her,” Thank you, please do that for me.”
 
“You’re welcome Mrs. Mahesh, have a good day.”
 
I felt a little relieved now. He had not been ignoring my calls rather he simply was not there to receive the calls. I didn’t get a call from him for over an hour. I knew how long some meetings can be hence he can be quite delayed but nevertheless every minute of it was like standing on hot coal. Finally, he called my cell phone. With a trembling heart and trembling hands, I picked up the phone.
 
“Hello Swetha, what is it?”
 
After how many days he is calling me Swetha by name. Even hearing that made me so happy.
 
I hesitantly asked him,” Is it possible for you to take half day’s leave today?”
 
“Why, what for? I have a lot of things pending.”
 
“Please it is very vital. We have to talk about our future, please?” I was literally begging him.
 
He was silent for a few seconds then said,” Give me some time, I’ll call you back.”
 
It took a while but he called me back as he had promised. “Okay, I’ll be home by 2pm.”
 
I had to make one other call then I too took half a day’s leave and was home before 1.30 pm. My heart seemed to be racing faster and faster. This day is going to be the most important day in my life. I will know by today whether happiness will once again bloom in my life or only sadness awaits me in the future. My husband was home a minute or two before 2 pm just as he had promised. On looking at me he would have realised the agitated state of mind I was in.
 
He looked at me and said,” Yes Swetha, you wanted to talk, tell me what decision have you made?”
 
“Please wait, I have called Shiva too, let him come first.”
 
“What, you have still not changed .. why did you call that fellow?” For the first time I saw a display of anger and irritation from him. This was the first time he had talked angrily to me after the incident of my discovery of his affair with Gauri. It really should be surprising that only now he had displayed any anger. After all, with all that had happened, how long can it be possible for any man to continuously suppress his anger.
 
“Please don’t get angry. Knowingly or unknowingly Shiva had also been involved in this. Now when a final decision is made it is better for him to be here too,” I tried to pacify my husband.
 
Just as I finished saying this the door bell rang. That had to be Shiva I guessed. As I opened the door Shiva came in with a broad smile on his face. I locked the door and walked back to the centre of the hall. I could see that Shiva was surprised to see that Mahesh was also there. He must have thought that I had called him to enjoy an afternoon session of adulterous delight. He must have come with great excitement thinking that was what awaited him.
 
It took him a few seconds to adjust to the situation, then said,” Hi baby,” and came to hug me.
 
I put my hand on his chest and pushed him away. “Shiva, don’t touch me.”
 
He just stood there stunned at the turn of events. Shiva was not the only one who was stunned. There was astonishment on my husband’s face which slowly turned to a look of satisfaction. Shiva's face showed his anger. It only lasted a few seconds and on recovering he immediately hid it and forced a smile to his face.
 
"Hey darling, what's this, why this anger?" he again approached me to embrace me.
 
"No Shiva, we are not going to continue this affair. I won’t allow you to touch me anymore," this time I stopped him with my words.
 
However, when I had noticed that flash of anger on his face for a few seconds it became clear to me that cutting him off was not going to be easy, just as I had feared. This was the reason I chose this time of the day. This was the time when our neighbours were all at work. So, even if an argument breaks out and it becomes a verbal slanging match, then the chance of others hearing it was very unlikely. It would definitely help to avoid the embarrassment.
 
“Look here, Siva, please listen to me patiently. I have made a big blunder. I unnecessarily involved you in a matter that I should have resolved with my husband alone.”
 
Before I spoke again, I took a few seconds to gather my thoughts. It was essential that I was very clear in conveying my message. So, I carefully chose my words before I spoke. Two matters must be clearly evident in what I was going to say. One, I must make Shiva understand that our sexual relationship ends today and permanently. Two, it must also show to my husband how much I regret my actions and how it has hurt me as it has, him. The very future of my marriage and happiness depended on it.
 
I spoke again,” Normally I would have to apologise to you for using you to seek revenge against my husband,” I paused for a few seconds,” but in your case, I don’t think that, that would be necessary.”
 
Both my husband and Shiva were listening silently and intently to what I had to say.
 
I closed my eyes for a few seconds and then continued,” As far as you are concerned, I am just one woman among many. If not me you will move on to another. You are incapable of having a meaningful and permanent relationship with a woman. That would be your curse in your life.”
 
Shiva now intervened,” What do you mean curse?? It is my good luck .. no, no, that’s wrong .. it’s my manliness and sexual skill, that allows me to enjoy pleasure with many different women. Just like you, all those women gave themselves willingly for their own enjoyment and because they wanted a real man to fuck them, isn’t it so Swetha?”
 
His arrogance on his manliness was so clear in his words. I wanted to punch that sneering face. I had to bring him down a notch or two.
 
“It maybe so in other women’s case but not mine. Tell me how many of them have real affection for you? Would they really feel upset or worried, say,  if you are sick or in trouble?”
 
Shiva in his heart of heart couldn’t answer in the affirmative for that so his next words were to actually boast about his sexual prowess.
 
“Yeah .. but they all chose me over their husbands including you. Only I was able to fulfil their needs and give them satisfaction, not their useless husbands. That’s all I need from them and they from me. You too were no different, you came to me for that only didn’t you.”
 
I saw an expression of pain on my husband's face when he heard this. Seeing Shiva's conceitedness made my blood boil. I had to first quash his swagger.
 
“As I said before, I can’t answer for others but you were just a tool for my revenge. Let me tell you now, you had not given me anything greater than what my husband had given me.”
 
He looked at me disbelievingly. He was really of the believe that none of the husbands of women he was sleeping with, were capable of satisfying them the way he did.
 
“What bullshit, when we fucked we both know how much you enjoyed it .. in fact even your husband knows that.” He said this looking mockingly at my husband.
 
It must have been as humiliating for my husband as it was for me to hear Shiva speak these words. It hurt more because there was some truth in what Shiva said, I really did enjoy the physical part of the sex. How stupid of me not to take into consideration all the bad repercussions that my actions may result in. My anger which all this time was so wrongly misdirected on my husband now changed to Shiva. I spoke softly but the repressed anger in my voice was clear to see.
 
“That was nothing but a physical reaction, there was no love or affection of any kind in it. Why a woman could easily get the same type of physical satisfaction even from a dildo. You were only that for me nothing more.”
 
I was letting him know that a woman may also be moaning out the pleasure she was feeling when satisfying herself with a dildo. It didn’t mean that because of that she had any great attachment to it. I was so furious within. I really wanted to wipe that arrogance from his face and dare I say, even hurt him by my words.
 
I continued,” Have any of the women you had ever told you that they want to leave their husbands and come with you?” As there was no answer from Shiva I said,” Highly unlikely, they all know to what extent you are needed. They want to only use you for their needs otherwise you are nothing to them.”
 
I could see the anger rising in Shiva’s face but I continued recklessly. More than I had needed to.
 
“This sexual prowess you are so proud of. It is all so temporary. Once your youth goes no one will give two hoots about you. Only a miserable life will be left for you.”
 
Shiva’s face was now convulsed with anger but I ignored that completely.
 
“My husband’s lovemaking skills is in no way inferior to your but you want to know what’s the difference between sex with you and him?”
 
We all knew I was not expecting any reply from him for this question. With all the fury he had building in him at this time, he was still nonplussed as to what to say and I said that.  
 
“With you everything is temporary. It doesn’t evoke any long-term emotions. Sometimes there is even regret for doing it with you but with my husband the joy lingers on. Even days after, the memory of how we shared our love would bring a smile to the face.”
 
Shiva couldn’t hold back anymore and burst out,” Then why did you open your fucking legs to me like a bitch in heat. Not only that, did you only stop only with just fucking?  I know how you enjoyed sucking my cock,” he smiled cruelly,” right deep up to your throat.”
 
He looked at my husband with disdain and said,” You know how your wife would hug and kiss me in lust as I fucked her? The marks on my body will show you what a bitch in heat she was.” “One thing I must say, your wife’s cunt sure is very tight,” he wanted to tell my husband how his thick cock had stretched my vagina,”  it was wonderful how her pussy would grip my cock and massage it as I pumped my cock in and out of her, it was simply heaven.” He laughed derisively,” I must say Mahesh, your wife is a wild cat in bed, it was fun fucking that sweet cunt of hers.”
 
In his anger he wanted to hurt and humiliate me and my husband just as much as I had, him.
 
I expected this but I didn’t expect him to speak so vulgarly about me. It was probably because I had angered him so much but it was vital that I had to speak this way. I had to show to my husband that Shiva meant nothing to me, sex with him was nothing special to me. Even if I had directly told my husband this it would not have been as effective as he listening to me telling off Shiva directly in this way. Shiva however, with his words was trying to tell my husband that, for me, sex with Shiva was better than the sex I had with him (my husband).
 
I now spoke,” That was the biggest blunder of my life. My stupid anger had made me lose all sense of propriety. I now realise what a moron I was. My actions only ended up hurting me more than anyone else.”
 
I pointed at my husband who had been silently listening to us all this time.
 
“In wanting to badly hurt my husband in the same way he had badly hurt me, I selected you because among all his friends you were the one with no morality and was completely untrustworthy.”
 
“I had so stupidly thought that having sex with you would be the most appropriate way to hit back at my husband for his betrayal. All my words of endearment to you were not spoken from the heart, it was just to annoy my husband.”
 
“One thing, you can never be, is a real man like my husband. You really don’t know the meaning of how to be a real man.” I wanted to hit him hard in the one thing he believed himself to be superior to other men whose wives he was bedding.
 
Now his real self came to the fore. He couldn’t take this silently. “Shut up you filthy dirty slut. I’ll slap you till all your teeth fall off.” Saying this he walked towards me with his raised hand.
 
For the first time then my husband reacted. He came and stood beside me and said,” If even your fingernail touches her anymore, I’ll break your bloody hand.”
 
He looked at my husband and spoke with derision. “You? Going to break my hand? Hah, you couldn’t even do anything when I fucked your wife in front of you .. okay I’m going to slap her now, let’s see what you can do.”
 
I didn’t expect it to reach to this level of a physical confrontation. In one way I was proud and happy that my husband came to my defence but my greater fear was that Shiva may physically harm my husband. My husband however didn’t seem flustered one little bit. He stood there calmly. When he spoke his voice was soft but firm.
 
“I didn’t do anything to you because of Swetha .. and because of what I had done, If I wanted to, I would have thrown you out of my home that day itself,” I was surprised at how confidently my husband spoke. This was a man who had no fear of the man confronting him.
 
For someone who thought of himself to be very manly Shiva couldn’t back off then. Especially when my husband had spoken like this in front of me.
 
“What are you talking too much like this you bastard,” Shiva said as his hand reached for my husband’s throat.
 
The next action was too swift for me to see. All I saw was my husband grab his palm and move down inside and moving up while twisting Shiva’s hand and the next thing I knew Shiva went flying over and was on the floor. My husband had Shiva palm twisted inwards as Shiva’s face and body was pressed to the floor. Shiva was groaning in pain.
 
Initially I too had cried out in fear but it was not my husband who was hurt as I feared but rather that scoundrel Shiva. The way my husband had moved so swiftly and had rendered Shiva helpless indicated that he was very adept at some sort of self-defence but he had not once mentioned or boasted about it to me in all our years of marriage. There was much more about my husband that I really had to learn.
 
“If I wanted, I can put you into hospital for at least a month. You better get out from here before I really lose my temper, and don’t ever come back.” Saying this my husband released his hand.
 
Shiva got up holding his hurt hand with his other hand. I could see fear in his eyes for the first time as he looked at my husband. In actual fact he really was a coward who dared not attack my husband again. I sighed a sigh of relief that the matter was over but I was wrong. Shiva was not going to go quietly.
 
“You beat me…,” he was almost crying,” I’ll get you for this, I’m going to spoil your reputation, you just wait and see. I’m going to tell all our friends and our colleagues how I fucked your wife and how you just stood and watched helplessly. Everyone will laugh at you .. you won’t be able to show your face outside .. and that bitch too,” he said pointing at me.
 
I was stunned at hearing this. The realisation hit me how badly I had miscalculated the problems that I have created. My whole world came crashing down at my feet. My mind raced to how Shiva would be telling people about us .. about me.
 
"You know guys, Mahesh's wife Swetha is a great cocksucker, you wouldn’t believe how much that bitch enjoyed sucking my cock and swallowing my load.
 
"She was great at sucking, she would lick my precum and then suck my cock till her mouth ached."
 
"She will hold her cunt lips open herself for me to shove my cock in."
 
“That good for nothing Mahesh just watches me fuck her, probably the cuckold would be shaking his cock then and getting his jollies.”
 
In my mind all these thoughts ran of how he, in wanting to humiliate us, was highly capable of saying all this. If that happens, I can’t do anything else but commit suicide. But what about my husband. How will he be able to stomach all this humiliation to his honour and good name. Alas all is lost, we are now embroiled in a disaster of my own making and there seemed to be no escape from it. God please help us I prayed silently.

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Expected some more wild and hot encounters with shiva. Disappointed that affair ended in two days.

Sorry about that. As I had mentioned before, this was the first of three stories under the thread name of Three Short Stories (in Tamil). Hence as the title of the thread suggests, the story is not very long. Moreover if the Swetha character was involved in prolonged illicit sexual behaviour, it would not fit the narrative here as far as the way her character is depicted.

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Thank you all for your comments and support. I am working on the next update and hope to post it by tomorrow.

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Episode 19

 
Look at the mess I’m in I thought deeply perturbed. I thought there was no escape for me from this horrendous situation but I was wrong. Once again, my husband came to the rescue.
 
My husband face was very calm, there was almost a smile on his face. Shiva had expected my husband to be shaken and begging him not to do what he, Shiva, had threatened to do, but seeing his calm state a little fear seemed to creep back on Shiva’s face.
 
“If she,” my husband pointing at me,” had approached any of my other friends they would have advised her and tried to patch up the problem between us. They would have been very concerned our marriage was in trouble, that’s how true friends behave.”
 
I hung my head in shame on hearing this.
 
“But you came showing your teeth and wagging your tail like a dog. Then itself I knew that something like this can happen. We had all tolerated you as a friend even though we knew about your character and what a despicable man you are because we have known you for a long time. That was our mistake.”
 
“Well so what? What can you do about it? Everyone will only doubt your manhood and think your wife slept with me because you cannot satisfy her,” Shiva said contemptuously.
 
My husband gave a snort of derision. Hearing this Shiva was taken aback. My husband didn’t seem any bit concerned on hearing what Shiva had threatened to do. I too was wondering about that. A little hope flickered in me that my husband would settle this matter without any issue.
 
“If you want your body to be floating in a river or lake then go ahead, I would like to see you do that,” my husband replied calmly.
 
“What? You’re threating me? I’m not scared of you. I can protect myself.”
 
Even I became scared. God, let my husband not physically harm him or even kill him because I was an imbecile. If it becomes a security officer matter everything is ruined.
 
My husband was unflustered. “I won’t have to do it. Someone else will.”
 
Before Shiva could open his mouth and say anything my husband continued,” Don’t think I’m going to hire some killers do my work, I’m not a snivelling coward like you.”
 
I could see the confusion on Shiva’s face. He didn’t even react to how my husband belittled him.
 
“You know Sabeesh don’t you,” my husband said with a crooked smile on his face.
 
Hearing this name all the blood drained out of Shiva’s face. I was confused I didn’t know what was happening.
 
“You know what he is and yet you dared to sleep with his wife.”
 
Now I began to get an inkling of what had happened. This Sabeesh must be some sort of a influential man, either very rich or a gangster leader of some sort or both.  Looks like Shiva had not been able to keep his pant zipper closed with that person’s wife. From the way Shiva’s had become ashen-faced in shock in seconds indicated that If it became known to that man, it would indeed be a death sentence for Shiva.
 
“Our friend Guhan had sent a photo of which he had taken showing you with your hands around Sabeesh wife’s hip, taking her into a hotel. He also happened to be there at that time and he took the picture on an impulse,” My husband said showing Shiva a photo from his mobile phone.
 
“Guhan sent the photo to me one day, remarking that you must be crazy to have an affair with the wife of that fellow. I usually would have deleted it but something told me to keep it with me thinking it could be useful one day and now sure enough it is.” “Shall I send the photo? I’ll also give him directions to find you.” My husband smiled wickedly.
 
Not only was Shiva’s face drained of blood, his hands were trembling now. All his arrogance, self assurance, all disappeared totally. For having enjoyed that Sabeesh wife’s body he may have to pay for it with his life. People like Shiva, when they get an opportunity to bed a woman don’t think of the repercussions. They think with their penis first.
 
It was Shiva who was begging and pleading now,” please, please don’t do that.”
 
“You spineless son of a bitch, you spoke so big just now why are you grovelling like a wimp now.” It was now my husbands turn to turn the screw.
 
Even when my husband scolded him like this, he, dare not show any anger. He was like a beaten dog. If any of the wives he was banging were to see him now they would not recognise this pitiful grovelling man.
 
“Please I beg you, forgive me. I won’t interfere in your life again.” Shiva was almost crying.
 
“You better not, now give me your phone,” my husband said.
 
I didn’t quite understand why my husband wanted that. Shiva quietly handed his phone to my husband. My husband fiddled with it for a while and handed it back.
 
“All your connection with my wife has been permanently deleted. Now even if you say anything about her, I would say you are lying because I beat you up for trying to misbehave with her. I know you wouldn’t dare do it anyway but I don’t want you to have anything of her.”
 
My husband was not hot headed or irrational in his anger like me. He thought of everything.
 
“I know if you still said something bad of Swetha, quietly, thinking you can get away with it, some people may have doubts that something may have happened between you and her but knowing your reputation they would probably think that what I said about you misbehaving was probably what had happened.”
 
“If anything like that reaches my ears .. you are a dead man.” Or I could save all the trouble and just send the photo to him. I’ve not decided whether to do that or not.” My husband seemed to relish seeing Shiva stricken with fear so he was making him suffer.
 
“Please, I’ll fall on your feet if you want, don’t do that.”
 
My husband looked at his face and laughed out loud.
 
“Now onwards I don’t want to see any display of arrogance in front of any of our friends. I want you to be very diffident when you are with us. I will order you to do things and you will obey like a good little servant you are.”
 
Shiva’s face was pained on hearing my husband speak but he knew he was completely under my husband’s thumb and had to do as he says. The only escape for him would be to resign and go and start afresh somewhere else. That wouldn’t be easy for him. Reluctantly Shiva shook his head in the affirmative.
 
“One more thing, no more of this fucking around with other women. If I even get a smell of that, you know what is going to happen.”
 
Shiva opened his mouth as if wanting to protest but thought better of it. He just stood as if awaiting his next instruction from Mahesh.
 
“Now you good for nothing bastard, get out of my house and don’t you ever dare show your face here again.
 
Shiva walked out like a beaten dog with its tail between its legs.
 
Now there was just the two of us in the hall.
 
My husband had not only done what was necessary in getting Shiva out of my life permanently but he had also saved our family name from being dragged in the mud. Now, even if we could not reconcile, I can at least carry on my life with dignity. It won’t be a happy life without my husband but at least I would not be pushed to suicide because of the shaming of my family. It was now I who should speak. I was so nervous. This is going to be crucial for my future happiness. So many unexpected things had happened in the last few months. My belief that my husband belonged to me and me only was shown to be a lie. Also, my thought that except for my husband, I would never permit anyone other man to touch me had become false too.
 
There was this very real situation that the time had come for us to decide if there is a future for our marriage. I also knew that to save it, I had to take the initiative. One thing gave me a little confidence I could do it. It was his action to protect me that gave me that confidence. It seems like he still cares for me. After all the things I had done I was embarrassed to see his face directly and talk but there was no other way than that if I were to succeed.

As the door had closed as Shiva had left I felt a great bit of relief that one big problem had been resolved. Now it was left for me to speak with my husband. All this while I had said what I wanted to say to my husband indirectly in what I said to Shiva. Now I had to talk to him directly. I have to articulate my feelings to him to his face. My future happiness depended on it. I now looked at my husband's face. He was looking at me. Our eyes locked. I took a deep breath before I began. 

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Episode 20

 
When I started talking my voice was tremulous, no matter how much I had wanted to have control over my emotions.
 
I looked at his face and said, "If you tell me to leave the house and don't ever come back because you don’t want to see my face anymore, I won't be angry at you or make a scene here for that because I know my actions certainly warranted that decision from you."
 
I was looking at his face to see what his reaction to this would be.
 
He asked in response, "Do you want to leave this house?"
 
I was taken aback by this question from him. "No, never that, that would be my misfortune,” I said with my voice cracking in consternation.
 
"Then why are you saying this in the first place?" He asked me calmly.
 
I was confused. Looks like he won't make this easy for me. I had shamelessly indulged with his ‘friend’ in all the sorts of sex, something that a woman should reserve only for her husband. Wasn’t that enough of a reason for him to drive me away from his home.
 
As I started saying,” but I had done this terrible thing, I have betrayed you an….,” he interrupted me.
 
“Were you the only one guilty of that?”
 
“Even so, how can I do the same thing in return, isn’t that completely wrong?”
 
Even as I said those words my actions seemed very strange to me. Instead of pleading to him to forgive and accept me, I was giving him reasons to reject me altogether.
 
He had a small smile on his face. I was amazed at seeing it. After all that I have done how can he still look at my face with that smile. That was not a mocking smile but a smile of affection, something I didn’t expect? All I thought would be was a look of disgust when he saw me.
 
"Swetha, do you still want to live with me?" he asked me. I realised that this was a genuine question. He was not just playing with me.
 
Hearing those words from him lifted my heart .. there was still hope for me. My heart soared with happiness.
 
"If that happens, I am truly blessed. My happiness would know no bounds .. but would you forgive me even after all that I had done?"
 
He would surely have seen the relieve, joy genuineness of my emotions in my voice. Instead of answering me he asked me a question instead.
 
"Why did you get so intensely angry with me? You even gave me an ultimatum, either I allow you to do in return something like I had done or a divorce if I was unwilling to." "You were ready to leave me then but now you say that you would be blessed if our marriage continues."
 
Before answering this, I thought deeply, my words must be coming from my heart and coherent.  He waited for my reply, he didn't rush me. Then I started talking slowly.
 
"I myself have been thinking the same thing about this. Up until now, I've searched for the answers using only my brains.”
 
“And now?” he asked.
 
"Now when you asked me this, I looked for the answers in my heart."
 
A smile flickered on his lips on hearing this. "So, are you clear now?" he asked.
 
I looked into his eyes and said," Don't think I am blaming you again, but you are the reason for it."
 
His eyes narrowed when he heard this. "Are you saying because I betrayed you?"
 
"No that was the effect, not the reason."
 
He was puzzled at what I was trying to get to.
 
"It's all because of you. Your display of love and affection for me. You filled my life with complete happiness. All of your actions made me feel special."
 
"I forgot my parents, I forgot my relatives, I forgot my friends. For me, you were my world."
 
He slowly began to understand what I was trying to convey. I did not avert my eyes from his penetrating gaze. He needed to feel the integrity in my words. It was very important if my marriage was to be saved.
 
"With all that, I too believed I was everything to you, but .. but when I saw the incident that day (even now I couldn’t say the words having sex with another woman). My whole world came crashing down in front of my eyes." Even now I felt the sharp stab of pain when those images passed very briefly through my mind.
 
 
I started to cry slowly now. That memory still had that impact on my heart. I was embarrassed at my display of emotion at this point and tried to suppress my tears. I slowly looked up at his face with redden eyes. He had a look of empathy for me.
 
“Because I had such great, unmeasurable love for you, my pain was just as equally great.”
 
“I lost all sense of balance then. Only feelings of anger and humiliation took turns to torture me. I was not open to reason…” I struggled to convey the state of dejection and turmoil I was in.
 
I quickly continued lest he think something else,” I’m not trying to justify my actions. I know there is no justification for that. Two wrong can never make a right. I will accept whatever punishment that comes my way.”
 
“I know I am not worthy to share your life. I don’t even have the right to beg you not to reject me.”
 
“Now it’s for you to decide. One thing is for sure. If you send me away from your life than that life would only be hell for me. I will just be a shell of a person but then I deserve it for what I had done. I will learn to accept that too.”
 
I looked deeply into his eyes as there was one more very important message to convey to him.
 
“All that I did with Shiva was in a blind, irrational fit of rage. He meant nothing to me. For me, he never matched you in any way. He can never be the man you are.”
 
With that I had said all that I had wanted to say. My fate was in his hands now. We had been speaking while both of us were standing.
 
“Come Swetha, come and sit here,” he said as he went and sat on the sofa.
 
I walked slowly to where he was sitting and very hesitantly sat beside him, a bit sideways and facing him. He kept looking at my face for a few seconds and all the while my heart was beating very fast. I felt that he was thinking very deeply before speaking. Suddenly fear attacked me, what if he was thinking about how to reject me without hurting my feelings too much. Even as I tried to control it, I started shivering now. He opened his mouth to speak.
 
He took my hands in his hands as he began to speak. My hands were still trembling. As if he was trying to reassure me, he gently squeezed my hands.
 
“Swetha, are you not aware that in our society the reaction towards men and women is different for the same sin of adultery?”
 
“Even if a man continues to sleep with different women, as long as he takes care of his wife and children properly our society expects the wife to tolerate everything. At most, they will advise the man to change his ways.”
 
“God forbid, that the man actually reforms later, the wife is then expected to be very grateful for that happening. No one would admonish the man, rather they would praise him for mending his ways.”
 
I now, without raising my bent head, just raised my eyes and looked at his face.
 
“Not only that, the man’s family and the wife’s family would welcome the change with great happiness and the man doesn’t face any consequence for the horrible error of his ways.”
 
“However, if it was the wife who had done that mistake even once in her life, there is never going to be any forgiveness for her.” He paused for a few seconds,” I realise there are some instances .. in very limited, rare cases, where the wife is forgiven but those are really exceptions. Even if forgiven, she would be reminded of her action whenever any small conflict comes in her life.”
 
“She would be scolded as a prostitute, a whore, woman of low morals etc. The pity is it won’t happen only in her in-law’s house but even in her own house.”
 
What my husband says was very true but what to do. That was the fate of women in our society. I, however was still not sure what my husband was trying to convey to me.
 
“Our society which gives so much value to the pain and humiliation of the man does not give any consideration to same type of suffering of the woman,” my husband continued.
 
“Swetha, you have lived with me for so many years, did you think I am also of that same type?”
 
I didn’t know what to answer to that so I just kept silent.
 
“I know very well how deeply you loved me. Wouldn’t I have realised that you would have been as deeply wounded as I have been later?”
 
Hearing my husband say how deeply he was wounded was like having a spear pierce through my heart. I just wanted to grab him and hold him to my chest consolingly, but as the guilty person on trial here I was unable to do it.
 
“Swetha, I have lived so many years with you, I know how deeply you cared and loved me. When I broke that trust you had in me, I know how very badly I had hurt you.”
 
My husband was laying out the reason why he had tolerated so much. He could feel my genuine pain and yet I had wanted to inflict that pain on him to make him realise how he had hurt me, when there was no need to do that. He already had realised that.
 
My husband continued. “What I did was the primary reason for all that followed, if not for that the thought of doing what you did have never ever entered your mind. Yet you are sitting here as the only person who is guilty. Where is there justice in that?”
 
My tears were falling freely now. They were falling on his hands that were clasping my hands. The emotions that I had been controlling all this while were not in my control anymore. Only one thing kept coming to my mind again and again. What a real man he was. Caring, able to accept his own errors and see the good in others. My god yes, my dear husband was going to forgive and accept me back in his life again.
 
“Now, Swetha, the question is not whether I forgive you and accept you, to do that I should have been someone who had not done anything wrong myself, but whether you are willing to forget everything and we start our life afresh.”
 
I couldn’t control my emotions any further after this. I buried my face on his lap. My tears were wetting the pant my husband was wearing. My body was shuddering as I cried. I felt his sympathetic hand on my head, consolingly petting my head. It made me truly realise how gifted in life I was. My husband respected my feelings … no, no .. respected women’s feelings so much. How big hearted he was to forgive me even after all that I did to humiliate him. That I had acted in such a demeaning manner was killing me now.
 
So many men would have arrogantly said that they can do what they want, just on the basis that they are men. They would have told us, you women ought to know your place and not question them in any way. Here however, my husband is saying he doesn’t even have the right to forgive me because he was the one who made the mistake in the first place.
 
He raised my head up and looked at my face with a kind smile. I was amazed to see there were tears on his cheeks too. He too had been holding his emotions in check for so long. We held each other cheek to cheek. Our tears mixing as one, the way we are not two persons anymore but one. Nonsense flowed from our mouth as we attempted to outdo each other in consoling each other, but there was so much meaning in those nonsense. I didn’t know how I was ever going to forgive myself for having hurt this wonderful man.
 
I kissed him on the lips and said,” I don’t know how to make it up to you. I have been a terrible wicked, horrible person but this I will tell you, I will die before I ever hurt you again.”
 
“Shh…. Don’t talk of the past darling, we only have our future to look forward to.”
 
I cried and laughed at the same time not really knowing what to do at this time but my Mahesh did. Yes, after a long time I could call him my Mahesh again in my heart.
 
He scooped me what up in his arms. I wrapped my hands around his head, laughing.
 
“Hey .. what are you doing?”
 
“Something I have not done for a long time,” my darling husband said as he carried me towards our bedroom.
 
I buried my face in his chest as if I was a new bride but my lips were smiling broadly.

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Only the epilogue (Episode 21) is left in this story. I will do that tomorrow or the day after at the latest. 

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Episode 21 – epilogue

 
We, were in our bedroom, we were in our bed and most importantly we were hugging each other tightly. It had been months since we had done this. Yet all the wonderful feelings came tumbling back into me. The feeling of great emotional satisfaction in being in the embrace of one you truly loved. I was gasping, taking deep breaths that was expelled from my body each time my husband moved inside of me. I had my arms and legs tight around his body as my husband made sweet love to me. Tears were running down my cheeks as I kissed Mahesh on his lips, face and neck as we immersed in mutual pleasure. This time the tears on my face were tears of joy. I had gone to the precipice of ending my marriage but had somehow clawed my way back from it. I was now clawing on his back as my husband was taking me to yet another orgasm.
 
We had undressed each other and after a long time there was shyness in me as my husband removed my clothes one by one. We kissed long and hard, very passionately. My lips were at the mercy of his pressing lips. Our lip lock was both avaricious and long. Our kisses after so long was kindling the fires of passion within us very rapidly. His lips delightedly tasted every part of my body once again. I cradled his neck as he drank from my swollen nipples. I squirmed as his tongue tortured my belly. I groaned as his tongue explored my womanhood and drank my secreting nectar. His fingers knew from long experience where the touches would make me gasp. I knew how much my feminine fluid was drenching his fingers. Unlike Shiva, my husband through our long years of marriage knew the spots that would make me squeal in rapture. His probing fingers were making my pussy lips grip his fingers. I squeezed my breasts with my own hands as I couldn’t bear this intense delight. My husband was showing me, how there was much more in this than the sex with Shiva. I shook my head not wanting to have any remembrance of that filthy bastard.
 
I in turn lovingly took his firm manhood in my mouth, making him gasp and moan as I made his pleasure pole jerk repeatedly from the pleasure my tongue gave it. I could feel the secretion from him on my slaving tongue. This was what I wanted to taste, the love fluid of my husband. I stroked his cock as it went in and out of my mouth. My fingers played with his balls, gently caressed the bottom of his scrotum and his anus. His hands pressing down on my head showed me how much he loved what I was doing. I regretted so much now, that these things I learnt from my husband on how to please a man, I had used to give pleasure to Shiva. What a moron I have been.
 
Finally, my husband lay me on my back, got in between my thighs entered into me once more and my vagina eagerly grasped the thick flesh within itself. We embraced each other tightly as our two bodies caressed each other as our sinuous, sensuous movements began. We were two bodies entwined as one, as his probing manhood caressed my inner wet walls, making me lose myself in the rapturous pleasure carousing through my body. We kissed, we moaned, we hugged and still we wanted more. We were two bodies drenched wet from the intense sexual heat. My husband had already brought me to the heights of pleasure twice. I bit him, dug into him but he did not care and still continued his wonderous sexual assault of my vagina.  We had been coupling for the last half hour and yet he was not through. This passionate sex, was reminding me that there was never going to be a substitute to two people joining together with love.  At the height of this passionate embrace, I came once more in a shudderingly blissful orgasm and this time my husband soon followed with his own release. I could feel his hot release spurting into me. We held each other tightly for several minutes as the intense pleasure turned to a warm glow.
 
It was a few minutes since we had a most wonderful session of lovemaking. I lay with my head on his chest. My breathing was getting back to normal and the sheen of sweat on my body was drying up. This was a fantastic reminder again, if I needed one, that how beautiful sex can be when two people who truly love each other shared not only their bodies but the deep emotions for each other that was within them. I hugged him tight as if afraid to lose him as I lay my head on his chest. I could hear the rapid beat of his heart as he too was slowly recovering from his delightful exertions. He had made a mistake but how could I have been so foolish to embark in something that could have ruined my life completely. I remembered the quote from Cicero, ‘He removes the greatest ornament of friendship who takes away from it respect’.
 
This should apply to marriage too I thought. Respect for each other’s feelings, the emotional impact on the marriage when that aspect is removed can be very damaging. Mahesh had done that to some extent but my horrendous reaction and the way I did it was inexcusable. I lifted my head up from his chest and looked at my husband’s face. He smiled at me. Was there any animosity towards me for what I had done in spite of his magnanimity in accepting me again. I searched his face, all I could see was the love in his eyes for me. 
 
“What Swetha, why are you looking at me like that?”
 
“Aren’t you the least bit angry with me for what I had done?”
 
He ran his fingers through my hair lovingly and said,” I should have been above reproach myself in the first place for that.”
 
“Maybe but what an imbecile I was to think that two wrongs can make a right.”
 
“Leave it Swetha, all of us have made mistakes, it’s time for us to move forward and not dwell on the past except to look at it as a lesson never to be repeated.”
 
A surge of love for him engulfed me. I kissed him with passion and fervour. I finally let him breathe from my ardent kiss.
 
“You should have given me two tight slaps and dragged me back into our room by my hair and told me to behave myself.”
 
Mahesh laughed when he heard me say this. I stared at him in mock anger and continued,” You should have also kicked Shiva on his balls and thrown him out of our house.”
 
My husband pinched my nose like doing it to a little child. “You think I am a cave man to be dragging you around by your hair?” he said smiling.
 
“Shiva was never a problem for me, I could have shut him down anytime I wanted. For me, you have to have wanted that first.”
 
Yes, my misunderstanding of why he was silent when Shiva was with me was very clear. He tolerated everything because of his sense of right. He had made the first mistake. It was for me to forgive him.
 
“I love you so much,” I said. After four years of marriage, even though our feelings for each other was evident in our small loving behaviour towards each other we had not expressed out our feelings for each other out loud. I shouldn’t make that mistake again.
 
I suddenly remembered about our son. “We’ve got to go and pick up Ajay soon. My mom will start wondering what happened to us.”
 
My husband held my two cheeks by the palm of his hands and kissed me gently on the lips. “Let him be with your mother for awhile more, I want to spend some more time with his mother.”
 
I lay my head back on his chest again. I was not foolish enough to think that things can straightway become normal as it was before all this happened. In wanting to make this marriage work we had both compromised somewhat. I the future strains are likely to happen as in all marriages. Would what had now happened become a festering wound then in that stressful scenario. It could happen. It was up to me now to see that things never became worse for us anymore. I have to be more tolerant. I have to make him feel every now and again how much he means to me. Things won’t always be smooth sailing in the future but I would have to face the future with fortitude … and hope. I squeezed him harder as these thoughts went through my mind. I was determined I was not going to fail.
 
The End.

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I will wait for epilogue.

the story seems forcibly concluded to happy ending till now... Just like pink jasmine (my wife,  why did she betrayed me)
In this story... Betrayal of  husband was a Secret but proven guilty and he felt it... He never tried to defend himself. Also he never tried to resume his betrayal even secretly.. Or humiliate his wife himself or by his fuckbuddy. Even he let free her wife to fuck anybody for revenge, just to avoid divo divorce or seperation.

On other part ...........
her wife...  She betrayed him openly, to take revenge/payback. by blackmailing him to divorce/seperation..... 

But .......
why she humiliated him by getting fucked herself in her husband's presence and knowledge.
also encouraged her fuckbuddy to humiliate her husband by praising shiva's sex libido
And the worse...  When she allowed shiva to initiate sex in front of her husband intentionally...next evening.
............
According to your feminist advocacy....
Shweta, an usual socially deprived wife...

When she didn't digested the sudden knowledge of husband's secret betrayal....
You think....she can digest such worsed behavior, degradation and humiliation ....she imposed on her husband.

Then why you are imposing such unrealistic and illogical foolishness on mahesh... In the disguise of goodness/greatness

Don't say... There are no logics in fictions...  You imposed a lot of feminist logics to conclude a happy ending.

Let it be a fucktale... Just a mindless sexescapade...
Or
Conclude it logically

Though it is very unlikely that a woman would go to this extent for revenge (more likely a headstrong woman like Swetha wouldn’t settle for anything less than a divorce), can it be said with certainty that things like this can never happen. We have read many instances of people behaving in a manner astounding to us. Human nature is really unpredictable in this aspect. Though unlikely I would think we cannot definitely rule out that this would never have happened. Anyway, readers can be of different opinion. Let’s just say we can agree to disagree. There is no feminist advocacy intended here, just a reality that there are two sets of rules that govern our society, primarily because our is still a largely patriarchal society. Those are facts, no intention of advocating any norms of behaviour on anyone.  
 
This story was written first, way before – My wife, why did she betray me. Maybe you can say this story influenced me when I was writing that story and not vice versa. In My wife, why did she betray me, I had to follow certain aspects of the original author of the first part as far as the characters involved were concerned. The main person (Saravanan) was someone who was determined not to let his marriage fail and was willing to forgive and forget whatever come may so that there is no effect on his good name. The wife (Meera) was someone who would kill herself if the affair become known. She would say in the first part of the story that she felt like killing herself for what she did. Only the thought of leaving her husband suffer alone with the children prevented her from doing it. She also says that the pleasure he (Prabu) showed her the first time they had sex made her shamelessly give in to Prabu again and again. Nevertheless she was the type only being able to go through with it as long as she feels her husband is not hurt by it because he knew nothing of it. The Prabu character, though professing to value friendship, was someone untrustworthy as his plan in becoming close to the family was always with the ulterior motive of seducing his friend’s wife. The conclusion of that story, keeping these basic characterisations intact, could have been in many ways. Each would not have been satisfying to some section of the readers.  
 
The characters in this story (A Wife’s Anxiety) I believe fundamentally differ from those of that story. Anyways thank you as well as all the readers who have taken interest and have supported my efforts.

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Hi bro

All well when it ends well. Nice finish and a happy ending clp);

But you know by reading the mating scenes between Swetha and Shiva the excitement builds up is not that much when reading the same between wife and husband. May be this is perversion :)  

But a story is a story and you did all the justice what a parent can do to his child.

See you with another story.

By the way you didn't answer my question asked earlier...are you by any means going to translate your other story " He She Husband"

I did this story because it was a relatively short story and time available to me permitted me to be able to complete this. He, She, Husband is much longer than this and I won't be able to do that. Moreover when time permits I was debating whether to do a completely new story rather than a translation of an earlier story.

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Thank you all. I have not come to the English Stories site for quite a long time. I just happened to be browsing through this site when I saw that this story still had responses from readers. This was completed quite a way back. I have currently been busy writing a story on the Tamil site. That story is nearing completion and should be over within the next two weeks. After that I had promised readers there that I would do a translation of my story here 'The Impact of Lust' into Tamil. I am pretty certain I will write a story in English soon after that. Even this story 'A Wife's Anxiety' was one of my first stories in Tamil. Gratifying to see that there are readers who are continuing to enjoy this story.