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I was now moving my fingers through her hair and planting a few soft kisses on her lips and on her forehead. She had closed her eyes and was just enjoying being loved.

"It feels soooo good when you love me like this Rohan"

"I love you Bhabi"

"Your Bhaia never loved me like this. He was interested only in the hole between my legs"

"No Bhabi my Bhaia is not that insensitive"

"I am his wife honey and I have slept under him for twenty years"

"Then I am sorry Bhabi you did not have a good time with him"

"Yes only some times when I was wild I needed him otherwise it was he who would just insert his dick and have his way" she said in a low voice.

"But he is not that bad Bhabi" I tried to defend my Bhaia.

"I know honey but he was too clumsy in the bed. He never Bhabide me feel loved. I always used to feel used by him like a sex slave. So disgusting"

"It's ok Bhabi it's all over now. You have me."

"Yes honey" she sighed.

I then pressed myself against her breast and started to kiss them. She began moaning with pleasure. My dick was hard like a steel bar and aching to go inside her.

"Rohan remove my sari"

"Bhabi"

"Your Bhaia already know everything so what's the point in keeping it on"

I slowly removed her sari like a kid unwrap his gift. She was now in her blouse and petticoat. Her breasts were moving up and down with her every breath. She put her hands behind her back and slowly unhooked her blouse. I helped her remove it. This exposed her bra which was desperately trying to hold her huge breasts. I put my hand around her back and started to unhook her bra. My hands were trembling and my body was shaking. After struggling for a while I gave up the attempt to unhook her bra. She giggled and unhooked and removed it in a flash.

"Next time I won't do it for you" she said as she giggled.

I was dumbfounded when I saw her voluptuous breasts. They were much bigger than what I have imagined. Her tits were brown and quite big.

"What are you looking at Rohan? Don't you want to suck me?" She asked lovingly.

"Wow Bhabi you are so gorgeous" I said.

She then pulled me towards her. I buried my face against her exposed breasts and started rubbing it against it. She was moaning with pleasure. I then started sucking her breast. I was moving my tongue over her nipples teasing her. She was arching her back and moaning with pleasure. After some time she pulled my head towards her.

"Rohan love me Rohan" she whispered in my ear.

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She then slowly slid her hands between my and her belly to reach out to the strings of her petticoat. As she was uniting her strings her hands were touching my dick and I was feeling a sweet tingling sensation. After she had untied the strings she lifted her bottom slightly and slid her petticoat down up to her thighs.

"Remove it honey" she said lovingly.

I quickly removed it. Her beautiful thighs were now exposed to me. She was wearing a black panty which was looking very sexy because of her fair thighs. I lowered my face between her thighs and started kissing softly on inside of her thighs. She started to moan loudly as I reached near her pussy.

"Aggghhhh Rohan Ssshhhh Aaaaahhh"

I then reached over her panty. I placed a kiss on her pussy over her panty.

"Ssssshhhh Aaaaahhhhh" she moaned

I kept on kissing softly as she moaned. My nose was filled with the musky aroma coming out of her pubic area. I slowly increased the frequency of my kisses. She was now moaning with pleasure. I then started rubbing my nose and cheeks against her pussy and kissing her pussy loudly. The rubbing and the sound of smooching made her crazy.

"Aggghhh O my God Ssssshhh Aaahhhhhggghhh ssssshhhh aaaaahhhh"

"Rohaaaan come inside me Rohan Ssssshhhh aghhhh"

She pulled my hair and brought my face near her.

"chod de mujhe Rohan chod de. I can't wait"

She was raising her waist again and again and pressing her pussy against my dick. My hands automatically moved to reach her panty. I slowly removed it from her body. Her thick black pubic hairs were hiding her pussy. I slowly moved my fingers through them occasionally caressing her pussy lips. She would moan with pleasure whenever I touched her pussy. For the first time after months since our first encounter my Bhabi was lying totally naked under me. I lay myself on top of her. I wanted to feel the nakedness of her body. I had placed my hands over her shoulders from behind her back. My chest was resting against her breasts. Our bellies were pressing against each other and my thighs were resting on her thighs. My dick was resting in her pubic hair aching to go home.

"Come inside honey" she said with a lust filled voice.

She pushed me away a little to free my dick which was sandwiched between our pubic region. She then grabbed it and placed it between her pussy lips.

"Push it Rohan get it inside me at once"

"Aaaahhh Bhabi" as I pushed my dick inside her with a single thrust.

"Aaaaiiiiigaaaaaaaaaaah" my Bhabi screamed loudly.

"O my God it hurt Rohan Ooooooggghhh" she screamed in pain.

For the fist time, she was moaning and screaming loudly as there as no worry of getting caught. It was already known to my Bhaia what was going on. It hurt because she was too impatient to wait. It was at her insistence I pushed myself inside her at once. I ignored her because I knew after a few strokes she would be wet enough. So I started moving in and out of her pussy as slowly as possible. I then increased my rhythm when I realized that she was wet enough. The pain from her face was vanished and she was moaning with pleasure again. She was pressing her lower lip with her teeth to control her ecstasy. It was very pleasing sight to see my Bhabi moaning with pleasure. It was a very satisfying feeling to see that I was able to give her so much pleasure. Her pussy was now leaking with our churned love juices. It was a heavenly experience as we were both naked for the first time. We were both enjoying the touch of our naked bodies. Our naked bodies were rubbing against each other. Face to face, breasts to chest, belly to belly, thighs to thighs and our genitals locked. I was moving slowly in and out of her body enjoying the cosiness of her pussy. She had clasped my buttocks with her hands and she was pressing me towards her pussy.

"Faster honey faster" She said

I increased my rhythm. After some time she spread her legs wide apart. I knew from the past experience that she was about to come now. I was controlling myself not to come before her.

"Sssss Agghhhhh Rohaaaannnnn"

"maaaa Sssssshhhh aaaahhhhh"

"Faster Rohan Faster Ssssshhhh Aghhhhhhhh" She screamed.

"Ohh maaa I will come Bhabi"

"Ohhhhh rip me apart Aaaaiiiiggghaaa Aaahhhhhhhh" she screamed loudly.

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Her screaming was driving me crazy. I knew that my Bhaia was surely able to hear everything. I was totally turned on by the thought that my Bhaia was now aware that Bhabi was begging me to love her.

"Faster Rohan faster"

I lifted my upper body from her and rested my palms on the bed just above her shoulders. She had spread her legs wide apart to give me full access to her womanhood. I started to move frantically between her legs. Her breasts were swaying up and down violently. Our bed was creating creaking noise. Her bangles were creating clinking sounds. On top of that she was moaning and screaming loudly, shamelessly advertising what she wanted and what she was doing. This was now enough for me and I could no longer hold myself.

"I am coming Bhabi ssshhhh aaaahhhh"

"Ohhhh yesssss fill me Ssssshhhhh aggghhhhhhh" she moaned.

"Ohhhh Bhabiaaaaaaaa Ssssssssssshhhhh Agggghhhhhhhhhhhhh"

I came inside her pussy spraying her pussy with my cum.

"Aaaaiiiiighhhhhhaaaaa ssssssshhhhhh aaaaahhhhhhhhhh" she screamed.

She clasped my buttocks as usual with her legs as she came. Waves of pleasure and ecstasy ran through our bodies. Our genitals were pulsating in unison. My dick was spraying her pussy with my seeds and her pussy was sucking it hungrily. I lay on top of her pressing hard against her breasts. She was pulling me towards her by putting her hands around my back. We lay like that for a long time as there was no hurry. We had the best orgasm of our lives as we were totally relaxed and there was no fear of getting caught. After some time I moved out of her as my dick went limp.

We were lying next to each other totally naked holding our hands. She then turned to me and rested her head over my chest and put her leg over my legs. She was caressing my nipple with her one hand. I just put my one hand around her back and gathered her closer to me. She was looking satisfied and relaxed. I was exhausted but relaxed. I was happy with myself that I was always able to make her come every time. She had complained that she would rarely come with my Bhaia. We soon fell asleep.

The next day my Bhabi moved in my room. She moved her small cupboard inside my room with most of her clothes. She left a few clothes behind just in case any relative drop in. I used to take her to restaurants and movies on weekends. Sometimes we also took Bhaia with us.

As the days passed my Bhabi increasingly became less aware and careless of the surroundings. She would hug and kiss me whenever I came home from office even if my Bhaia was around. She would even leave the door of our bedroom open while making love. Some times after making love she would walk naked to the kitchen to drink water. While doing so she had to walk across my Bhaia's room which he always left open. This continued for further three years. After three years I got a job in Mumbai I always wished to move to Mumbai for better prospects. I was not ready to leave my Bhabi but my Bhabi convinced me and I moved to Mumbai. But I would come to my Bhabi every weekend and we would make wild love after remaining abstain for a week.

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Mumbai

Suddenly one day I came across my childhood sweetheart Anuradha. She worked as an architect in an office just a few meters away from my office. I recognized her the maent I saw her. I went running behind her and called out her name. She was terrified to find a stranger running behind her calling her name. She did not recognise me at first because I sport a moustache then. When I told her I was Rohan her classmate she was delighted and jumped in joy. In our first meeting itself she told me she was unmarried. We met a few times more and in one of those meetings I confessed that I had a huge crush on her since we were in college. She blushed on hearing my confession.

"You men are so stupid." She said.

"Why Anu? Did I embrace you?" I asked in desperation.

"No Rohan actually me too." she blushed and hung her face avoiding my eye contact.

"Did you have a crush on me Anu?" I asked in excitement.

She blushed again and nodded her head without looking at me.

"Oh Anu do you still have that crush?" I asked her again I was anxious to know.

She nodded again.

"You should have told me long back." She said.

"Better late than never." I said. I was in cloud nine.

After a few more meetings I proposed her which she happily accepted. I told my Bhabi, she was happy for me that I was now going to start my family. But she was sad at the other hand as we would not be able to see each other. Eventually I was married to my childhood sweetheart Anuradha.

My wife is really very loving and caring. We are totally in love with each other. We have two cute kids. We live in Mumbai. I am 37 and my Bhabi is 57. I still go to Nasik every month and we then make wild and passionate love. My Bhabi doesn't care about anything while making love to me. She is more passionate than my wife when it comes to sex. She really charges me up every month.

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OPEN MARRIAGE


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"Gary, we've talked this over a thousand times, and you know it," she said.

"No, Claire, you've brought it up a thousand times; time and again you've brought it up; but I have never bought into it. You know I wouldn't be able to deal with an open marriage kind of thing; it's not in me, Claire. Can't we just love each other, and make love to each other like normal people do?" I said.

She came to me. "We are normal people, Gary. And, we do make love to each other, wonderful love. But this would be good for you too. Don't you see that? You could have some strange on the side. I could have some strange on the side. It could be intoxicating," she said.

"Claire, I would never cheat on you. Never!" I said. "I don't need strange on the side; you are more than enough for me!"

"It wouldn't be cheating, dear. It would be with my full permission. It would have no affect on us or our marriage or any of it. It would just be fun for the occasional evening out," she said. I thought it significant that she avoided my protestation that she was enough for me. It occurred to me that I must not be enough for her, and the thought hurt.

"Anyway, Claire, no woman would want an old goat like me," I said. "Except maybe you." I looked down and wondered if she cared at all about me sexually anymore. I was mortally afraid of the answer to that question. She saw through me and tried to calm my fears.

"Don't sell yourself short, honey. You are quite a man. A lot of women would be tickled to death to have an evening with you," she said, giggling now. I wasn't laughing; I wanted to cry.

I suppose I should introduce us. I'm Gary Sanders. As you have no doubt gathered, Claire is my wife of twenty-three years. Me? Five-seven, one-sixty, slightly balding, and pushing fifty. Claire: five --five, one-ten, tawny hair and a lot of it, age forty-four but looking thirty-four. I work for a small machine shop and pull down 40K annual; that, plus the benefit package has been enough for us. Claire, for her part, doesn't work, but she's a top notch homemaker; at least she is in my opinion. Oh, and no kids.

Getting a man to fuck Claire would not be a problem. Again, me? Well, it might be a problem, even if I wanted to, and I sure as heck didn't want to. I was frightened; I could see us being hurt bad by this stuff she was talking to me about.

She came and put her arms around me and kissed me. Man, how I loved this woman; I just didn't understand her anymore though. I sure as hell didn't want to share her. "Tell you what, Gary, to make it easy for you in the beginning; I will take it upon myself to get you a woman whenever I get me a man. How would that be? Then these silly insecurities of yours won't even have to be entered into," she said.

Talk about humiliating! My wife was actually suggesting she would get a girl for me, probably one of her friends, I supposed, because she totally knew I'd probably have a tough time even trying to find someone to date me; I was just too ordinary to play these kinds of games. I wasn't going for it.

"Honey, I just can't. I don't even know how to date anymore. And, don't stand there and tell me it's just like riding a bicycle," I said. "I only want you."

"Husband mine. It's time to make a decision here, and I'm making it. You have nothing to fear. I will take care of everything," she said. And, that was that. I continued to plead and beg and even cry for a little while longer; but in the end the decision had been made. For her part, she giggled and comforted me and made a strenuous, completely unsuccessful, effort to allay my fears. Then we went to bed. The sex that night was good and I hoped enough for her, but deep down I knew it wasn't; she was still committed to her fantasies.

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Nothing was said let alone discussed over the next several days. It was Saturday when she hit me with it.

"Honey, tonight's the night. I want you to dress cowboy style. We're going out," she said. I swallowed and nodded somberly. "Come on, big guy, it'll be fun. And besides, maybe nothing will happen. But if it does, we'll both have a ton of fun and a lot to talk about for quite a while," she said. I was literally shaking in my cowboy boots and I didn't even have them on yet.

She spent half the day getting ready to go out. She spent a significant part of the other half getting me ready. She showered with me, dressed my hair, dressed me, and inspected me. I think she was getting ready to have me douche when she remembered that I was a guy! I was going out, but I wasn't looking forward to it; it was humiliating. Claire, on the other hand, was buoyant.

We arrived at the Hole in the Wall Bar and Grill and dance hall at about eight o'clock. Things were just getting started. We'd already eaten at our favorite restaurant in town, and we, or at least I, was nervous as hell; I did not want to be here.

I had gone to get us our second round of drinks, and I was on my way back, when I saw a cowboy—well, he was dressed like a cowboy—ask my wife to dance. She smiled in my direction, but I just gave her what I knew was a weak and tentative nod. Our table was toward the back of the place, and I lost sight of her for some little time as she did not return for several dance tunes. Finally, she did.

"Hi Gary, sorry I disappeared for so long. Several different guys asked me to dance, and well...Anyway, I'd like to introduce you to Ann."

Greetings done, Ann did her best to engage me in conversation. I finally realized that this was a woman that my wife had talked into being with me for the evening. Claire stayed with us laughing and carrying on, mostly with Ann, until she felt that it was safe enough to leave me to my own devices. I was sure they had had more than a few girls' nights out together.

"Well, Gary, and I hope you don't mind. Claire said you wouldn't mind taking me home when we're done tonight. That's okay, right?" said Ann.

"Uh—sure. That will be fine," I said. I was wondering how my wife intended getting home. But, it soon dawned on me that if she did get home tonight it would be in some other guy's car. I was not feeling very good. Add to that that I already felt like a cheater, nothing Claire had said to the contrary withstanding.

To her credit, I thought, Ann was doing her best to make me feel at ease. "Why don't we get some air?" she said.

"Good idea," I said. We headed outside. Boy, did I need to get out of there. The few glimpses I had had of Claire after she had left our table did not exactly make me feel good.

"Where's your car?" she said. I pointed. "Let's head over there, okay?"

"Sure, I suppose," I said. I didn't know what the attraction of my car was, but at least we'd be out and away from all of the foot traffic milling around us. I really, really wanted to be somewhere else. Ann might have been one of Claire's friends, and she might be into whatever—well—whatever the two of them had cooked up; but I wasn't. I was trying to come up with a way to let her down gently. That soon became a non-issue.

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At the car, she suddenly leaned in on me and kissed me. Not a peck on the cheek mind you, but a full blown, down and dirty, you better believe it sensual kiss. For the life of me my johnson was rising to the occasion. She noticed and smiled.

"looks like you like me," she said, laughing. I smiled back.

"Hard not to," I said, trying to sound casual. I was uncomfortable as hell, but awfully horny at the same time.

"Let's get inside and get comfortable, okay?" She said. I keyed the door to the back seat and let her slide in ahead of me. What the hell was I doing! Hell, I was playing along with Claire's ideas just as she probably knew I would. I wanted to kick myself in the ass.

Soon we were making out pretty good. I still wasn't all that comfortable with the situation, but my little head was making the decisions for me at the moment, and there was no stopping him now. Anyway, Claire'd said it was all right, and she was the boss.

"Why don't we get a little more comfortable," she said. She began unbuttoning her blouse—slowly. I watched spellbound as her braless tits spilled out in full view of my lustful gaze.

"Jesus," I said. "They're beautiful." They were too.

"Well, thank you," she said. She pulled back for a moment and smiled. "Just one pop, okay. And, you need to wear this." She handed me a condom.

"One pop?" I said, not immediately understanding.

"Yes, that's all that's covered for the price," she said. In that moment all interest in having sex with her or anyone else died. I was sick with humiliation and profound sadness. This was no girlfriend of my wife's, as I had supposed. My wife had hired a prostitute to do me and keep me quiet, and as she no doubt saw it, satisfied. My twenty year marriage was suddenly in ruins. But as bad as it was, worse was in the offing.

"Uh—Ann..." I said.

"Hmm?" she said, smiling.

"My wife hired you? I mean paid you to have sex with me?" I said.

She looked at me strangely. "Uh-oh, you didn't know about this did you?" she said.

"No. I think you need to go back inside," I said. I can't do this. "I—I—I have to go."

"No refunds, you understand that, right?" she said.

"Yes, I understand. Please just go," I choked.

"Okay, Gary. I'm sorry. I thought you knew. Your wife said you were cool with it. But you weren't were you? Well, good luck," she said. I was already crying. She noticed and hurried out and away buttoning her blouse as she went.

I drove around for a couple of hours cursing and praying and sobbing like a baby. Finally, I decided to go home and wait for my wife. Pulling into the driveway, I noted the strange car parked out front. I wouldn't have to wait for her; she was already home and not alone.

I didn't try to be quiet, but they didn't hear me. They were in the guest room at the top of the stairs. The door was wide open.

"You're Hubbie is cool with this," I heard a man say.

"Oh yes, he's getting his jollies as we speak," said Claire. "It cost me a hundred bucks."

"What! He can't get a woman without paying for it?" said the man. "How'd he end up getting a class act like you?"

"It would be harder for him to find a woman. He's not what he once was, so I had to take matters into my own hands," she said. "She was a good looking whore though. He should be happy enough when she's done with him." She was laughing now.

"Fucking-A, a wife pimping for her hubby. What a fucking world," said the man, who joined in with her laughing.

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They were quiet for a bit. I suppose they were making out, or maybe he was fucking her. I couldn't tell for sure. I was miserable, and misery loves company; so I stayed just outside of the door leaning against the wall being company to myself.

"He got a cock like this," said the man.

My wife giggled. "Not even," she said. "He's got maybe half of what you got." To say I felt low, betrayed, lost would have about half covered the misery I was experiencing at that moment. I should have left and just died. But, I didn't leave and I didn't die. I just stayed there listening outside the room. I hadn't kept track of the time, but it had to have been a good hour before they finally got ready to call it a night. I heard my wife bounce out of bed.

"I think you should go now," she said. "My husband should be home soon, and he's still kinda skittish about this open marriage thing, so I need to be able to coddle him some when he gets here. He doesn't need to meet the man who made a cuckold out of him."

"Sloppy seconds for him tonight?" said the man.

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"Absolutely, if he gets anything," she said, laughing. I heard him dressing. Silence again for a moment or two. I assumed he was kissing her goodnight. I took that moment to head downstairs. I went into the kitchen. I turned the light on and got me a beer from the frig. I heard them come down. I was past caring at that point; I was mortally angry.

The man appeared in the doorway of the kitchen. "Oh shit!" he said. He stopped cold in his tracks looking right at me. My now drying tears must have made me seem the ultimate wimp. I appraised him: tall, good looking, maybe twenty-five, and black.

"What?" said Claire, from inside dinette area around the corner. He didn't answer her. She came in. The look on her face was equal parts terror, pity, and shock. "Gary! I—I—we didn't hear you come in," she said.

I just stared at the two of them standing side by side.

"Gary, how long have you been here?" she said. I could see she was hoping I had just arrived.

" 'bout an hour and half," I said.

"Fuck-fuck-fuck," she said. She was clearly angry; I assumed mostly with herself. "Gary, I don't know what to say."

"Uh—I'll be leaving now," said her lover. I followed him with my gaze until the front door closed behind him.

"How much did you hear?" she said.

"All of it," I said. "It's okay. I'll be leaving in the morning. I'll sleep on the couch tonight. "Oh, and don't worry, I'll pay you back for the prostitute. We didn't do anything by the way. When she told me that I was limited to one pop and had to use a condom because that was all that was covered by the price; I kinda lost interest. Well, you can imagine."

"Oh my God! She did that, said that!"

"But you got your giant sized cock, so I guess the night wasn't a total loss, at least for you," I said, the bitterness plain in my tone. "You have no idea how humiliated I am, Claire, but what do you care; you got what you wanted. Oh, and don't worry, I won't be bothering you for sex again—not ever. Certainly not for any of your lover's sloppy seconds.

"I thought I knew you, Claire. I guess that as myths go that has to be a biggee," I said.

"Gary, no. You can't leave. I love you. You love me. We belong together. This was just a game. I blew it, but I will make it up to you. I promise," she said.

"With sloppy seconds, Claire? I don't think so." I said. "Good thing we don't have kids, I guess. They won't have to be learning what a loser their father is. That's something."

"Gary, no. I'll shower right now. There won't be any sloppy seconds for you, not ever; I promise. I mean it. We can get by this. We do not have to go that route just because of my stupidity. I mean it," she said.

"Why are we even discussing this, Claire? It is more than clear that you don't love me," I said.

"I do love you, Gary. I—I—thought I needed something more. Maybe some excitement or something. I was wrong. I'll make it up to you right now. Well, I mean after I shower," she said. I snickered.

"What was his name?" I said.

"Who?"

"His name? The guy who just got done fucking you," I said. She started to cry.

She hesitated. I was pretty sure that I was probably going to be getting a version of the truth at best. "Hugh Williams, was the name he gave me," she said. "I don't even know if it's his real name." I nodded.

"Good 'ole Hugh," I said.

I rose and headed for our bedroom. I had to get some stuff. I didn't want to be doing it in the morning. I would shack up here tonight, it was late, and I was just too tired. The morning would be soon enough. Hell, maybe I'd die in my sleep; I would if there were a God.

While I packed up stuff, Claire kept trying to get me to talk. But, I was done talking for the next little while. We'd likely talk again, but not tonight.

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I awoke to the sound of the alarm on my cell phone. It was 5:00AM. I needed to pee. I headed for the bathroom near the foot of the stairs.


I headed upstairs, I had remembered a couple of things I would need that were in the master bath. The door to the master bedroom was wide open Claire was lying on the floor beside the bed sound asleep. I looked down at the creature that was soon to be but a memory, a sad one, for me. I wondered who her next lover would be. The only thing I did know was that it wouldn't be me.

I didn't leave right away as I had told myself I would; for half an hour, I just stood Around talking to myself.. Maybe something in me just wouldn't let me admit that my wife didn't love me. Our parents would be crushed. Mine loved her and hers loved me. For sure that would be a hard nut. But, I was gone by 6:00AM I heard her stirring; it was my signal to go. Helluva thing.

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"No, Hugh, we have to cut the cord here. My husband's left me, and I'm not sure I will even ever see him again. I can't risk playing house anymore. I really can't," said Claire.

"Can't you catch him at work?" said Hugh.

"He quit yesterday. He took money from the savings and has just disappeared. His boss has no idea for where. He could be anywhere," she said.

"You said he was cool with it, Claire, what changed?" said Hugh.

"I fucked up. The woman I set him up with to pacify him was a hooker, like I said. When he found out..."

"Oh shit! He found out; I mean he didn't know! God, I feel for the guy. How fucking humiliating," he said.

She looked down. "Yes, I guess it was. I can't believe I was that stupid. Anyway, you and I have to cool it for a while."

"Does he know who I am?" he said.

"He knows your name. He thinks you're just some guy I picked up in the bar," she said.

"Yeah, well that's true isn't it. That you picked me up in that bar a year ago is only a detail, right?" he said, laughing. "Why are husbands always so fucking clueless?" he said.

"I tried to get him involved for the longest time," she said. "Finally last week, I made the decision and kinda forced him to go along with it; now it's blown up in my face. What a mess."


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WHAT SHOULD I DO ABOUT MY CHEATING WIFE  ( PART1 )


Hello…I'm Sudhir. Until recently I thought I had the perfect life – wonderful job with working hours that generally allow quality time with my family, a truly loving wife and an ideal mother, great sex, a very adequate income, and a home in a good neighborhood. What else could one ask for?



Things seemed very normal between my wife Sutapa and me and the only thing I was aware of was that recently our sex life seemed to be much more passionate and intense than it had been and that it was Sutapa who was driving it, but who's to complain?

One Friday afternoon when I came home I stopped, as usual, to play with the children before going into the house. While playing they asked me why Mommy was running so many errands and why she didn't always eat lunch with them like she used to. I told them that I didn't know but I was sure mommy was doing things she needed to do to keep us fed and clothed and happy. They accepted that explanation and went back to play.

As I walked into the house I was wondering what was happening that would make the kids ask such a question. I first thought I would simply ask Sutapa about it and then something in the back of my head said not to mention it. With the recent changes in our sex life, I had been having uneasy feelings for a while. Now and the kid's question just added to my uneasiness. Obviously something had changed so that the kids were aware of it.

By the time supper was over, I had dismissed my thoughts and after the children were in bed we had wild sex.


Next day was Saturday. We had a number of things on the agenda for Saturday and among them Sutapa had promised to take the kids to the new cartoon film at the theater. I had begged off the show since I wasn't really interested in the cartoon film. After the kids and my wife went to the theater, I decided to have some drinks. I took a bottle of wine from the fridge. Now the only thing I need was glasses (peg). So I entered in the kitchen and started to find my wine glasses. I started to find it everywhere in the kitchen but was not able to find it.
Then I tried to find it in one kitchen racks. I found it there. But while taking the glasses my hand touched some kind of plastic sealed cardboard. I thought it was an empty card from the some packed food. But, to my surprise, when I pulled it out into the daylight it was a card of birth control pills.

I smiled with my first thought, 'My, these are certainly dinosaurs from our past.' They have been stuck away since my vasectomy over three years ago. But my smile faded as I realized they were not dusty or dirty.

By now I was beginning to get a sick feeling in the pit of my stomach. The question immediately came to mind, why would Sutapa need to have hidden them? Obviously she didn't need to hide them from the children. If she were using them, I'm the only one she would need to hide them from. I made note of the pills on the card and by coincidence, not surprisingly, the number of pills happened to match Sutapa's current cycle, as best I could calculate. Coincidence? I was having a hard time selling myself on the coincidence theory especially since the card wasn't discolored and it was clean. The notion that Sutapa was back on the pill could only mean she was engaging in sex, and not with me. Then I sat in the kitchen floor and cried and asked myself, 'Why?' I had some thinking to do and I knew that a confrontation would not solve anything right now. Although not very likely, there may be some reasonable explanation. I had just enough time to regain my composure, and then I replace the pills before Sutapa and the kids got back home. Of course, she and the kids were happy and excited, and this clashed with my feelings. During supper I did my best to enter the kid's conversation, but I was really preoccupied and of course Sutapa picked up on it. After dinner she came around the table, put her arms around my neck, and asked what was wrong. I simply told the truth, that I didn't feel very well. She started to probe and I told her I just needed to get to bed. We tucked the children in and then she tucked me in and told me that she would come to bed in a little while.

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She leaned over to kiss me. I started to meet her when, at that moment, I wondered who else was sharing her lips these days and turned my face away from her. I believe if I had kissed her right then, I would have slapped her across the room. She got up off the bed, said, "Goodnight sona," and left. I was restless all night as various horrible visions floated through my head. The next morning after breakfast, Sutapa came around to me and tried to sit on my lap, but I didn't pull back from the table to make room for her. She stood behind me and placed her hands on my shoulder.

She said, "You were very restless last night. Did you get any sleep?"

I told her that I had not gotten much.

She came around to the side of the table and looked me in the eye. "There's something serious bothering you, isn't there?"

I looked her squarely in the eye and said, "Yes, there certainly is."

Then she asked if I wanted to talk about it and I told her no, not now. She asked if there was anything she could do. I answered her, "I really wish there were." She wanted to continue but I told her that I would work it out and that there was nothing she could do now.

As I pondered the various anomalies of the past month or so, pieces started to come together. But still there were too many holes. Lots of circumstantial things, but nothing solid I could lay my hands on. I would be out of town until Wednesday so I could not check the pills again until then. That would provide the first tangible answer pro or con. And Wednesday night I got the answer. Yes…..she was cheating me. Now I have to find how and who.
I knew to find the answers of these questions, I have to work hard. But no….getting those answers were easy for me. I never thought it will be so easy for me. I started to find her diary and found it. It was hidden in a very old and damaged hand bag of her. If I have not searched it like a bloodhound it was not possible for me to find out about it accidentally. Just after our marriage, sometimes I saw her writing her dairy. But then for the last few years I have not saw her writing. I thought after the birth of my children’s she has stopped writing her dairy. I was wrong. It seemed that she was continuing her diary writing. Me be she used to write it in the afternoon when I was in my office. I found out everything about her affair from it.
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My name is Sutapa and I am 25. My husband, Sudhir (29), and I live in a modest three bedroom house in a middle class neighborhood in Hyderabad. We have been married seven years and have two girls, Mina (3) and Anna (5). Sudhir is a line supervisor for the telephone company. His normal work hours are 6 a.m. to 3 p.m. and he is usually home about 4. I work at home for an insurance company 4-5 hours per day. Ever since the children have been able to walk and enjoy playing outdoors, I have taken them, almost every day, to Sunita's house. Sunita is my best friend from high college and we ended up living a block and a half from each other. Sunita has two girls also and their ages are almost the same as Sudhire and mine. Her husband works in Dubai. Previously she was staying with her father- in- law. But last year he died and now she was staying alone with her kids. Our normal routine is for me to take the kids to her house about ten. Weather permitting we pack a lunch and walk to a nearby park. Shortly after lunch we return to one of our houses, usually Sunita's, and put the kids down for a nap. During nap time one of us stays with the kids while other runs errands when needed. After the naps we let the kids play for a while, sometimes returning to the park, and then I return home with my kids by three in the afternoon. If we aren't at the house when Sudhir comes home, he comes to Sunita's or the park and gets us.

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The embryo to my problem was set in place about eight months ago. Sunita decided to sublet her house to supplement her income. She rented out one bedroom and bath to a middle-aged (38) Dark, North Indian man who works as a Hotel Manager. He works from 4 p.m. until 2 a.m. and usually comes home about 3 a.m. He sleeps until around 10 a.m. and on work days he showers, dresses, and leaves for work about 2 p.m. Off course her husband did not knew about that. She told me that the guy is staying in her place for few months. His husband comes to India in every alternate year. So he will never know about it. She can use the rent money for purchasing her favorite jewelry or saree.


I had met Barun, her roomer, and would see him from time-to-time as he was leaving for work. He seemed to be very nice. Anyway, about six months ago, I had to enroll Anna for kindergarten and was late getting to Sunita's that morning. I had let Sunita know the night before.

Sunita was acting strangely and seemed to be in a cloud. She was anxious to get to the park. Once at the park, she just sat with a sort of silly grin on her face. I didn't know whether to talk to her or just pretend that I didn't notice anything. After a while I couldn't stand it any more and said, "Sunita, Kiya hua tumko? You're acting strange." She looked at me with a big smile and said, "Sutapa, I thought you would never ask and what I'm going to tell you stays between us. OK?"

I affirmed that I would keep a secret and she continued. "It's funny that you asked what had gotten in to me because that's exactly what it's all about."

I looked at her questioningly. Her reply didn't make any sense. Then she went on in a twitter, "Barun got into me this morning. Sutapa, it was pure heaven. I haven't been with a man since last year when my husband came to India, and I can tell you this was worth waiting for. He's very well endowed and he knows how to use it."


Sunita then revealed the whole story. She and Barun had been innocently playing around for several weeks. A few days ago she passed Barun 's room and the door was not fully shut. She saw him dropping his towel as he prepared to dress after a shower and she saw his cock. She said it was enormous. (As it turns out, he is hung with eleven inches of meat.). Anyway, she couldn't get her mind off of what she had seen. The next few days she shied away from the playful games.

This morning, they had started to mess around again. He was holding her from behind and she backed up into his semi-erect cock. She couldn't pass off the feeling she had and turning around she told Barun that she had seen him dressing. He was a little embarrassed and said he would be sure to keep the door shut. They sat down and talked a little. Then she said she didn't know what made her do it, but she asked Barun if she could see it up close. Barun was reluctant saying he didn't think it was the right thing to do.

She persisted and he relented and unzipped his trousers. He then pulled his semi-erect cock out for her to see. She just couldn't resist it and she reached over and gently stroked it. Then she began to gently stroke it. She said she didn't know why she did this but she seemed to be mesmerized by the largest cock that she had ever seen. Without a word between them, and knowing I would be late, she let him lead her to his bedroom I don't have to say what happened next. Simply stated, Sunita enjoyed one of the best fucks she had ever had. I asked her if she was going to do it again and she didn't hesitate to say she definitely would.

She leaned over, took my hand and said, "Oh Sutapa, you have no idea what it is like to have a monster cock completely filling your pussy. Until you have had the experience, you just can't imagine what it is like to be so completely fucked."

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Over the next few weeks I could see Sunita blossom again into a completely fulfilled and happy woman. I know she was sleeping with him some nights and was also enjoying some early morning encounters, because she would call and bring the kids to my house before time to go to the park on some mornings. I was very happy for her and was very relieved to learn she was on the pill again.

One day, by the time we returned from the park, it had become very hot outside. We started chatting after the children’s were put down, suddenly Barun came into the kitchen before going to work. She called him over to her and whispered something in his ear with a giggle. Then she said "Sunita, I don't think you believed me when I told you about Barun. Would you like to see for yourself what he has?" Feeling light headed, and not giving it a thought, I just giggled, "Sure, Why not?"

Barun looked at me and asked if I was sure. I told him to go ahead. He then unzipped his pants and pulled out the biggest cock I had ever seen. I was taking a sip of my gimlet and I almost swallowed the glass.

Sunita asked if I would like to touch it. I knew that things were starting to head in the wrong direction and that I should leave and come back for the children after their naps. But I couldn't take my eyes off of that mammoth piece of manhood. I protested and made a feeble excuse, but I didn't move or take my eyes off his cock.

After a moment, Sunita took Barun 's hand and led him over to me. She then took my hand and placed Barun 's, now beginning to stiffen, cock in the palm of my hand and said, "Sutapa, don't be a prude, enjoy it for a minute."

My fingers could not go all the way around his cock, but I began to gently stroke it. I had made about three or four strokes when I heard one of the children in the bedroom. I popped out of my stupor, dropped Barun 's cock, and started for the door. Sunita was a step ahead of me and pushed my shoulders back and said, "I'll take the kids to the park, go ahead, enjoy yourself with Barun." The shock of what I had been doing, and hearing one of the children, had snapped me back to reality. Almost in panic, I pushed by Sunita and went to the children. I was shaking like a leaf. I got the kids, told Sunita I would see her tomorrow, and headed home. The kids protested and wanted to go back to the park but I told them that I was tired and that it was too hot. At home the children quickly went to play. I sat, still shaking, as I recalled what had happened and what I had seen and felt. I was also wondering how far things would have gone if the children hadn't awakened. By the time Sudhir came home I had pretty well settled down, but I was still a little in awe and very unnerved. When we went to bed, Sudhir was horny and we started to make love. When I took his cock in my hand I was amazed at how small it felt compared to Barun 's. But when he entered me it didn't feel small and it was completely satisfying, as usual. I love Sudhir with all my heart but I must admit that while making love I couldn't help but wonder: If Sudhir felt so good and fulfilling, what would a cock the size of Barun 's feel like? The thoughts didn't linger very long as Sudhir carried me to a perfect climax with him. Over the next few weeks, nothing out of the ordinary occurred but I knew Sunita had begun to sleep with Barun several nights a week. She didn't make a big deal out of it but every so often she would indicate how satisfying Barun was, and I could tell by her actions that she was really enjoying what she was getting.

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WHAT SHOULD I DO ABOUT MY CHEATING WIFE (PART2)




It was at this time that Sudhir began working extremely long hours repairing phone lines and equipment destroyed in a recent storm and I was missing some of the wonderful sex that Sudhir and I enjoyed. On one afternoon Sunita was a little more descriptive of her activities with Barun. Not having made love with Sudhir in over a week, I began to fantasize about having a big cock – Hell, any Laund !

Although these fantasies would come into my mind from time-to-time, I would always dismiss them immediately as though they had been a dream. I knew deep inside that I would never know any cock but Sudhir's. Thinking such thoughts were like thinking about owning and living on a large estate with a staff of servants. Something that I knew was never going to happen.

One day, without thinking, the children and I went to Sunita's much earlier than usual. Her kids were playing in the yard and mine joined them. I asked where mommy was and they told me she was in the house talking to Uncle Barun. I didn't think twice about it and went into the house. Then I heard them. Barun and Sunita were in her bedroom and there was no question about what was happening. I knew that I should turn and leave, but my curiosity took over and I slipped down the hall. Before getting to her bedroom door, I spotted them in the vanity mirror. I was shocked that they would be engaged in sex with the bedroom door open and the kids up and about. But the shock quickly went away as I watched and determined Barun was near climax. I began to feel a dampness between my legs as Barun thrust his enormous cock into Sunita and then withdraw only to lunge again. I could then see his buttocks start to quiver as he pumped his seed into her. By this time I had two fingers fully inserted in my sopping wet pussy and in a moment I came to a climax and leaned against the wall with an un-muffled moan.


Sunita heard me and before I could gather myself together and get out, she came to the door. I don't know which emotion had the greatest hold on me, embarrassment or arousal. On the one hand I felt like a college girl who had been caught masturbating in college by the college master. On the other hand, my pussy was on fire and soaking wet. I had never seen anything that had turned me on so much as what I had just witnessed. My legs were like butter and I just slumped to the floor.

Sunita came to me and took me in her arms. She told me she was sorry but I had come much earlier than I usually do. Then she let me know that she was sorry if they had shocked me, but she wasn't sorry for enjoying Barun. About that time Barun came out. He had put on a pair of boxer shorts but his cock was very apparent beneath the thin material. They helped me up and guided me in to Sunita's bedroom where they set me on the edge of the bed. Barun started to apologize and I told him that there was nothing he needed to apologize for. I should have known better than to come so early. We talked for a little while and my weak knees began to regain their strength. I finally started to get up and just as I did, Barun got up also.

As he stood up, his now limp, giant cock fell out of the fly in his shorts. I stopped and stared. I couldn't pull my eyes away.

Sunita saw me and she asked me if I would like to touch it again.

I couldn't say anything for a moment and before I could speak, Barun stepped over to me and guided my right hand to his cock. When I touched it, it jumped slightly as if to say, 'I'm alive and waiting for you.' I couldn't stop myself and I began to stroke him. Barun pulled me to him and began to massage my breasts through my light cotton sari, blouse and bra. My stroking was bringing the monster back to life and I was getting very wet again. Sunita smiled at me, "I'll go look after the children. I can see that you two need to get better get acquainted."

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She slipped her dress on and left the room.
My head was screaming. I knew what I should do but the feel of the big, hard, and growing cock in my hand was overpowering. I was weak mentally but I physically tried to pull away. My physical attempt was moving me away no farther than my deep breathing was moving me.

Barun moved his lips to mine and his tongue sought entrance to my mouth. After a moment I allowed it to enter. Our mouths were now wide open and our tongues were exploring each other to the maximum. By now his cock was hard as a rock and standing straight out.

We moved back to the bed and I lay down on my back still holding Barun 's cock. He began to unbutton my blouse and then he began kissing my neck and working his way down to the top of my breasts inside my bra. I was beginning to burn with passion and I began to pull his cock toward me. Barun had all of my buttons undone and I felt his hand slip under the waist band of my petticoat and panties and one of his big fingers was seeking the entrance of my pussy. I spread my legs to give him access and quickly his finger was inside me. I let out a little gasp as his finger found its Barun and it was quickly followed by a second finger. I was over the edge and I knew it. I don't know what it would have taken to stop me from doing what I knew I was going to do next. I turned myself around on the bed until his cock was in my face and then I opened my mouth and slowly closed my lips around it. I had to stretch my mouth as far as it would go to accept his wonderful tool. As I accepted his cock, Barun removed my panties and pushed his tongue into my wet clit. Although Sudhir and I had practiced oral sex to some degree, it was nothing compared to what I was experiencing right now. I was hotter than I had ever been in my life. The feel of his enormous cock in my mouth and his broad tongue caressing my pussy was incredible. As I continued to suck his cock I reached around and unhooked my bra and since my dress was unbuttoned, I just shrugged out of the sari and bra.

Barun brought me to a climax with his mouth and then he pulled his cock from my mouth and positioned himself above me.

He asked, "Are you ready?"
I nodded and reached for his cock. Then I guided his love tool into me. I felt the walls of my pussy expand to accept him and for a moment I felt like he was going to tear me open. It hurt some but quickly waves of ecstasy engulfed me as his huge member penetrated deeper and deeper. Never in my life had I felt anything so arousing. Fireworks were popping in my head and shortly I was experiencing one of the biggest and strongest climaxes ever.

As the climax subsided I turned my head to the side and there in the bureau mirror I could see Barun pounding his cock into me. I can't explain the waves of pure lust that were now driving me. I grabbed his smooth buttocks and helped him drive his cock into me. Oh, it was beyond belief. Suddenly I felt his cock start to convulse and then big wads of his seed filled my cunt. As Barun filled me, I had another thundering climax. When he finished, he lay on top of me as his manhood softened.

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We both lay there still breathing hard and Barun rolled off and began to massage and kiss my breasts again. I could feel a couple of globs of his cum run down between the cheeks of my ass and drop to the sheet. The afterglow was fabulous and I made no attempt to move away. Very quickly I began to feel new wetness developing and I couldn't resist reaching down and taking hold of his cock again. To my surprise he was starting to harden again. This man must be made of steel; he was now getting hard for the third time in no more than an hour or so. He lifted his head and our mouths and tongues met again. Soon we were breathing hard and I was handling his manhood with finesse. He started to get up to get on top again but I pushed his shoulders away. I got on my knees and then straddled him. His beautiful cock was pointing straight up and I slowly impaled myself on the glorious shaft. It was fantastic, lowering myself a little at a time, and enjoying the feel as his cock contacted every nerve in my pussy. I actually had a small orgasm before I completely enveloped his entire cock. And this time his organ was touching me further in my love canal than it had the first time.

I bounced up and down with abandon and was completely lost in the sensations of feeling a cock as I had never felt one before. I almost wanted to pass out as the feeling was so intense. Then Barun pulled me towards him and sucked a nipple and I couldn't help but cry out in passion. I wanted the sensations to go on forever but another crashing climax hit and soon after Barun pumped a second load of his sperm into me.
I lay there, on top of him, for a few minutes reveling in the afterglow. Then I heard Sunita and the children enter the back yard. I panicked for fear the children would see me. My watch told me we had been fucking for almost two hours. Hearing their voices snapped me back to reality and what I had just done crashed down on me. I grabbed my clothes and dashed for the bathroom. I sat on the toilet crying and trying to empty Barun 's cum from my pussy. I now fully realized what I had done. Even if Sudhir never finds out, I will always have to live knowing that I cheated on him. I didn't mean to; I just got carried away under the circumstances and I was a fool for not having stopped when I knew I could have.

Sunita knocked on the bathroom door and asked if I was OK. I know she could hear me crying and I told her I just needed to be left alone for a while. She was insistent that I let her come in and talk with me and I finally relented. I asked where the kids were and she told me they were playing outside. She was quick to tell me that I shouldn't worry about having sex with another man and that I had to agree that he was wonderful. I told her it wasn't Barun that was the problem, it was me. I had cheated on my husband and I felt sick about it.

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Then a second terrifying realization hit me and I gasped. I screamed at Sunita that I had had unprotected sex with Barun. Sunita tried to comfort me by telling me that Barun was clean and that I had nothing to worry about. I told her that was not what I was talking about. Sudhir had done vasectomy after our last child and Barun hadn't used a condom. I could get pregnant. Sunita helped me do the calculations and I was somewhat relieved to find that I should be safe. But, I was still worried.
Sunita tried to convince me that Sudhir would never know and that my indiscretion wasn't all that bad. As she kept talking, and trying to justify my actions, I started to get angry with her. A married woman, having sex with Barun, was not the same as Sunita, whose husband works in Dubai and comes after every alternate years, having sex with him. Sunita wasn't fully comprehending the difference and I finally told her to get out. I don't think I ever felt worse in my whole life.
A short time later Anna, my daughter, knocked on the door and wanted to know what I was doing. I told her I wasn't feeling well and that we would be going home in a few minutes. I cleaned my face up as best I could and took the children home.

On the way home Mina asked me, " Aap Row Kiyo rahi hai, Maa? Aap sick tou nehi hai ?"

I told her it was.
The children were disappointed that we were not going to have lunch with Sunita and I told them I was sorry but that I needed to get home. They played for a while and lunch and nap time didn't come soon enough for me. I needed to shower and to clean up. Barun 's cum was dribbling down my leg at times. After I put the girls down for their naps I went to the bathroom, douched, and took a long hot bath but I couldn't make myself feel clean.

By the time I was through with the bath, I was crying uncontrollably again. I couldn't put the mirrored vision of Barun 's big cock in me, out of my mind. What really hurt was that I couldn't say the experience was disgusting and horrible. The fact was that I had enjoyed it. It had been exhilarating, naughty, and sexually very gratifying. I couldn't help but feel a little jealous knowing Sunita was getting that beautiful cock whenever she wanted it.

I lay down on the bed and tried to take a nap but the mixture of my infidelity on the one hand, and the sheer ecstasy of the experience on the other hand, kept looming in my mind and I couldn't sleep. The children woke up from their naps and I helped them get ready to go back out and play. They wanted to know why Mommy was still crying. I simply told them that my tummy hurt and it would go away and not to worry. I knew that my crying would be reported to daddy when he came home, if they were still awake. I needed to get control of myself.

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As bad luck would have it, Sudhir came home only a couple of hours late (5:30) instead of ten, or later. When he came into the house, as I knew, he had already been told that mommy was sick. When I saw him gigantic waves of guilt and remorse swept over me and I almost fainted. I stopped Sudhir from taking me to a doctor. I explained things away as severe cramps before my period. I hoped he was not keeping track of my period, and apparently he wasn't.
The next two days were terrible. I didn't want to go to Sunita's but I couldn't deny the children their outing. Fortunately, I didn't see Barun. Sunita wanted to know how I felt and whether I had enjoyed it. I told her, honestly, that 'Yes' I had enjoyed it but that I felt rotten for having cheated on Sudhir and that she needed to drop the matter. Sunita knew enough to let it drop. However, I couldn't clear my conscience and both nights the sight of Sudhir would cause me to break into tears. God, how I hoped he didn't pick up on the real cause of my tears. I have now learned that guilt is a terrible customer to deal with.


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WHAT SHOULD I DO ABOUT MY CHEATING WIFE (LAST PART)


With Sudhir's late hours and my fears, our sex life ended until after my next period some three weeks later. I know it is silly, but I was afraid that somehow Sudhir would detect something different about me if we had sex.

After my period was over, I felt better about having sex again and lost my fear that something wouldn't be right. We had wonderful sex two or three times a week as Sudhir had returned to his normal hours.

A few weeks later, as I had gotten myself back in order and was putting my indiscretion behind me, the kids and I made our usual trip to Sunita's. When I saw her that morning, Sunita had that radiant face of a woman who has just had some great sex. Until this day, Sunita had been good about keeping her relationship with Barun out of our conversations. But today at the park Sunita was quick to tell me what a fantastic time she had with Barun last night. I asked her to please change the subject and she did. But the damage had been done. My memories of the romp in the sack with Barun came flooding back. I could even feel wetness start to build.
I can't deny that the fucking Barun gave me was one of the best I ever had, but it was wrong. I wrestled with the recurring thoughts and after a while I was able to dismiss them. When I got home I showered and changed my underwear. The children were late getting down for their naps and I was hot as a firecracker. I knew Sudhir would be home soon so, after the shower, I put on my short nylon robe and nothing else. When Sudhir got home, I almost bangd him before he could get through the kitchen.

When we went to the bedroom, I didn't even allow him to take a shower before I was on him. We made wild love. I explained that I had been thinking about him all day and that we could shower together when we finished. I did something new. I performed oral sex on him and swallowed his sperm. The oral sex wasn't new but swallowing his load was. Swallowing made me feel good because I was giving him something I had never given anyone else. I discovered swallowing was not all that bad and being the first time it was kind of exciting. Oh, how I love this man and how great he is in the sack. His loving is powerful yet always tender and I always feel so loved and completely sexually fulfilled when we finish. It's not the same as with Barun where it is just pure lust and sexual gratification.

Later when we went to bed for the night, we played with each other for a while before Sudhir fell asleep. I couldn't sleep right away because of my mental turmoil. I was extremely satisfied and content with our love-making. So why was I getting excited whenever I recalled my time with Barun?

Was it the forbidden fruit aspect? Was it his large cock? Was it the fact that he was black? Was sex with Barun more satisfying? The answers didn't come except to the last question. The answer there was that it definitely wasn't better. However, it was different. I had to admit that the experience had been exciting. Then I shocked myself into tears with an admission to myself that given the right opportunity I would probably do it again. I quietly cried myself to sleep hating that part of me that said I would do it again.
The next day Sudhir was called out of town to help with a system installation in a city over 200 miles away. He expected to be gone two weeks and likely wouldn't be home over the weekend.