[Mylife4u]

Chapter 51 – Hatred
(POV – Aishu)

My fingers were deep inside my cunt and I tried inserting more than 3 fingers at the same time and increasing speed along with increasing fingers proved to be a tougher task.

“Yes. Yes. Yes. Yesss”

I could feel my fingers touching all the places inside my cunt but still they were just half way inside and yet, I could feel the sensation growing and I know I fast approaching the climax but, my fingers never stopped the movement.

“Yeahhhh deeper, deeper, deeper. Fuck me hard damn fuck yes fuck.”

And I reached the climax and just lied down in the bed with heavy breath and juices flowing through my thighs from my pussy and I closed my eyes.

I have never fingered myself. At the maximum, I have rubbed my pussy over but never have I inserted my fingers inside happily. Because, I was scared. Today is an exception. That fucker has started something in motion and I couldn’t let him complete it. Because, he doesn’t deserve it. After all those things he did. Cheating me, hurting me and insulting my love and trust.

I also know the fingers were no match to the real cock. Only cock I had has always satisfies me. At least most of the times and here I am fingering myself to sleep. The thought ripped inside me and I felt like going out and slapping him and kicking him and spitting on him.

But, I didn’t, instead I slept in the same position in tiredness. Neither washing the hands nor closing the door was in my mind then.

I woke up again by 3 AM and I wasn’t able to sleep. I knew Arjun was lying outside and so, I didn’t go out either. Instead, I lied down in the bed and tried hard to sleep and all these fucking men I met in recent times came to my mind.

That bastard Sandy with his arrogant smile and dirty mouth.

Ravi with his charming face and pervert mind.

Gautham with his hardened cock and lusty eyes.

And then, the loser, who ruined his own happiness along with mine.

These thoughts just provided me with hatred. Naked hatred for such men. No, no, All men instead. I hated them. They are all perverts and they just want to get into a girl’s pants whatever the means are.

With all these thoughts in mind and due to the naked bottom, I wasn’t able to sleep and the sun rose for the day. I had no choice but to start in spite of the tiredness from not sleeping.

The day was hectic in office with a delivery nearing by and I had to work hard not moving my eyes from the computer and when it was lunchtime and I pulled myself away from the monitor, I realized how tired I am and I felt like fainting.

So, I walked towards the bunker room after lunch for taking a nap and the bunker room was empty too. Our bunker room is very poorly lit and the darkness helped us take a good rest even though the time there is less.

I got into a upper bunk and covered myself with the bedcover and tried sleeping for sometimes. The sleep wasn’t that helping either as my confused mind made my sleep a disturbed one and by that time, I heard two familiar voices.

“Hey.”

“Not working?”

“Nope. Just wanted to take rest sometime”

“Cool. Me too.”

“How is it going?”

“Yeah. Kinda Ok. My manager is damn irritating. Whatever I do he barks like a dog.”

“Haha. Same case. My old lead was a bitch and new one is not great either. He has asked me to come this weekend too.”

“Damn. We look like slave bitches to these people it seems”

“Hm Yes. We all can’t be like Aishu. Can we?”

“What? What like Aishu?”

“Nothing. Nothing.”

“Hey just tell me what.”

“You have one big mouth. I don’t want any trouble. Just change the topic.”

“No no. I just wanna know. Please tell me. I promise.”

“Can I trust you?”

“Absolutely. Promise.”

“Hm. You know she went to that Shimla trip?”

“Yes. That conference.”

“It was all a gift for her from VP.”

“Ravi?”

“Shh. Don’t use names. Yes, him.”

“Really?”

“Yes. In our anniversary day party, she literally threw herself like a slut and showed her panties to him and tried to seduce him.”

“Yeah. Even I saw that. I never believed she had it in her.”

“Yes. She looked so innocent but she is exact opposite.”

“Yes. The news is the same night in party she went to car park with him and did some services to him in that place.”

“What? In car park?”

“Yes. Heard her visible panty was in his pocket the way back.”

“Damn bitch.”

“Yes. Then in Shimla, they took nearby rooms and he stayed only in her room it seems.”

“You mean?”

“Yes. Yes. Nothing is remaining.”

“Oh damn it.”

“And she hasn’t stopped it still. Even 2 days back, she went to his room and Sandy too followed.”

“Your team Sandy?”

“Yes. Yes. And when they came back, her hair was disheveled and dress crushed and both guys came with smile on face.”

“What do you mean by both? Both Sandy and VP?”

“Shh. Yes Yes. Only god knows how many more guys she will seduce.”

“Perfect slut. I can’t believe it at all it’s the same homely dressed Aishu”

“Even I didn’t. But, after seeing her coming from his room 2 days back. I had to accept we know nothing about her.”

“What about her hubby?”

“Arjun? He is such a nice guy. I don’t know how she can cheat him like this.”

“Certain whores are like that, getting a kick in cheating their husbands.”

“What if he knows?”

“He will die in shock and embarrassment. Such a good guy he is.”

“And after all this, you are talking to her?”

“What else to do? She might tell about us to VP and may fire us or make our life terrible. Why bother? Let the slut be a slut and we be good.”

“Haha. Yes.”

And they started talking some other things. It was Reshma and Rithwika, my colleagues and Reshma is almost like a close friend to me. Was like a close friend to me. And she was the one who was bitching about me all the while to Rithwika. I thought her as a friend all this while and she never wanted to confirm these rumors to me either.

Damn bitches. Tears started flowing in my eyes and all I could think of was these lines.

“Arjun? He is such a nice guy.”

“He will die in shock and embarrassment. Such a good guy he is.”

I wanted to shout at those whores, how controlled I’ve been and what a bad fucker he is. He tried to give me to another guy and let another guy touch my breasts and even got a hard-on by seeing me hugging another man.

And here he is, a naïve innocent husband cheated by a whore wife. 

This is how the world is. They speak of what they assume and they want to talk about juicy things.

I came out 10 minutes after they left the bunker room. I had tears in my eyes and I wanted to cry out loud. I booked a cab and started home.

On the way, I cried and cried and cried and the cab driver who tried asking about it was replied with a cold stare. I hate men, women and all humans.

Here I am, trying hard to be a faithful and loving wife and I’m getting a name as a whore. Slut. Bitch.

I entered home and saw his photograph in the wall which enraged me and I shouted all expletives that I know.

“You sick bastard. You damn fucker. Fuck Fuck Fuck”

And all the anger on Ravi, Sandy, Rithwi and Reshma all formed a straight line and in middle of the line was Arjun. The damn fucker who I loved heaps and heaps and deep down, still love.

But, I need to do something to hurt him. To make him cry for what he did to me. I can’t hurt Sandy or Ravi but by hurting this guy, it will be like a revenge on all guys, all pervert guys out there.

I switched on the PC and typed in “How to hurt your husband”. I know it was a foolish search query but, it was the one I could think of.

But, instead I got many results and first 2 images impressed my angry confused mind filled with hatred on bastard names Arjun. 

[Mylife4u]

Chapter 52 - Dread
(POV – Ajju)

I have never seen Aishu that horny. She looked wild and there was arrogance in her look at me. I felt scared about her transformation but, what can I do. I just bought this to myself. I took the piss with a heavy heart and heard her moans from the bathroom and went out to the hall again to my place with the slippers.

Next morning, when I woke, I walked towards the bedroom to get myself ready and I was shocked by what I saw. Aishu was still sleeping and her T-shirt barely covered her navel and there was no bottom at all. She was lying half naked in the bed with her belly down. I felt a inner voice warning inside m to not go near her, but, my manhood won and I moved near my beautiful wife who despises me.

I went near her and looked at her. Her hair was in its own curvy self with a bunch of hairs covering half of her face and few lying on our small yet beautiful lips. Other half was lying over her beautiful smooth neck and upper back. Her one leg was lying over the nearby pillow and other leg was straight and the fact that she wore no panty made her cunt and ass visible higher than usual. She has shaved few days back and there were little hairs all over her cunt and I could see thin lines of wetness lying over her thighs and she hasn’t cleaned up herself after her session yesterday it seems.

Her pussy looked dry and even her asshole was slightly visible in that position. The musky smell of her pussy and her juices covered the air in that area and I felt like smelling something incredibly tasty. Few days of lying out combined with the fact of semi-sex yesterday made my little guy wake up inspite of all the troubles in life and I felt like holding her ass cheeks in hand and splitting them open and licking her pussy and ass like a obedient dog.

I wanted to leave my finger inside her gloryhole and have the taste of it and wanted to look the moaning lips of my sexy wife while nibbling her nipples and kissing her underarms and biting her lower lip while tasting her tongue and then, sucking and chewing her breasts while my manhood enter her ulta-wet cunt and making her moan my name in love and lust combined.

But, I have lost all those moments. Haven’t I? By being incredibly stupid and idiotic. How could I even think of sharing this God made beauty to someone else. She is mine and mine alone. How the hell can I think otherwise.

I should have killed Gautham when he first broached the topic of Aishu and I must have ripped his tongue out when he asked me to let him touch her. Instead, I let him touch her and she shagged him back infront of my own eyes. My beautiful wife who I love most in the world hates me now.

I felt heavy and I felt like holding her cheeks in my hands and kissing her forehead and crying to her begging for forgiveness for hurting her, for making her sad, for making her worry and making her feel I am not a human.

I felt like holding her legs and say I will be under these all my life and please forgive me. But, I couldn’t, because, the thought that even then she would spit on my face and go away made me scared and I left the place silently and started getting ready to the office.

Even today was horrible at office and my colleagues started asking what happened to my usual happy self. But, I had no answer and I had to work late to compensate for my recent lack of productivity. I returned back late home and when I reached, I could hear some different voices from our bedroom. It was loud and I was shocked.

I slowly walked inside to see Aishu sitting in the corner of bed in a sleeveless Tshirt that I got for our second honeymoon and a jeans shorts which was just covering half her thighs. She had her legs crossed and the bulge of her thighs made her sexier than usual. I’m sure she knew I am there but, she was deeply engrossed in the movie.

Yeah, the movie. I forgot about it and the sound it produced in the beauty of her. It was porn. American XX porn. 

A guy was flirting with a lady in a beach resort. He was talking to her with a lusty look and the camera focused on the lady’s smooth arms and visible cleavage in the tshirt. And the camera moved to her thighs which was smoother in shorts and the guy’s hands were resting on one thigh rubbing her thighs.

I realized Aishu was wearing something like that now. I was feeling different. And the camera moved to a second guy and by the dialogues I realized he is the husband.

He looked weaker and dull and with a sad look. The lady ignored him and was talking to the new guy and they both giggled while the first guy started rubbing her thighs upper and moving closer and to my shock when the husband called the wife’s name, she said “Shut up” and in moments the strong guy and wife started kissing each other in public.

It lasted for sometime and by the end of the kiss, the guy’s hands were touching her big breasts and crushing them and the lady spoke something into his ears and he laughed and they both walked together and the visibly shaken hubby followed them.

In the next scene, they entered some room and the moment husband entered, wife asked him to latch the door and started kissing the new guy and the guy started removing her sleeveless tshirt and she wore nothing inside and the globes were soon inside his mouth and the husband was helplessly watching and tried to go away.

The new guy called his name and asked him to wait there and removed the girl’s dresses, and gave them to the husband while, the girl was laughing and finally threw her panty at his face saying, “See how wet she is sissy”

They made rough fucking and made the husband watch while the wife giggled for everything and moaned like a bitch and when he completed fucking, she called her husband to come near her and asked him to look at her used panty.

“You hurt me. And see what I did.”

And she split the pussy open and was about to say something and the screen paused.

“Hey”

I turned towards Aishu shockingly. 

“Bring me some water.”

I ran to the kitchen happily and brought her the same. She drank it empty and gave me the bottle. 

“Keep it in the kitchen and come”

I ran again and came to bedroom.

“Come here.”

I went near her happily.

“Help me untie my shorts. The button is too tight.”

Wow. She is changing. She is trying to forgive me.

She was sitting and I went near her and moved her tshirt up and the shorts was tight. I tried unbuttoning but the jeans’ button was tighter and also, as she was sitting the job was more difficult. 

I tried to bend as much as possible and infact contemplated to ask her to stand up, but, I didn’t want her to get upset and I tried again and as it was a tad difficult, I sat down in the floor and tried unbuttoning her and as I was in the process, her right leg which was above her left leg was swinging and was continuously hitting me in my hip and chest.

I ignored it and after a small struggle unbuttoned her. She stood immediately before I could stand and removed her shorts. I was sitting and her pussy was just above my eyes and she removed the shorts slowly and removed it through right leg first and then the, left leg, The pussy smell was reaching my nose and she bent enough to make me see her cleavage. I felt a hard on and immense happiness.

She sat down again and threw the shorts towards me.

“Put this in the washer”

I felt different but, felt it’s her way of punishment but, at least she is forgiving me. And I ran again to throw the shorts with her aroma inside the washer and came back.

She has resumed the movie by now and the husband was seen to be licking his wife’s pussy, like a dog while the new guy was talking to the wife about other things.

“What are you watching here? Latch the door and get out.”

Aishu’s voice shocked me. I turned towards her.

“Just get out.”

I felt a shame as she turned towards the screen and rubbing her pussy slightly looking at the scene. I took my cue and came out embarrassed and more than that. Dreadful.

[Mylife4u]

Chapter 53 – Step Two
(POV – Aishu)

Elated. Excited. Happy. Awesome. Wonderful. Even Horny.

Making my pervert husband do errands for me and sending him out while I masturbate to hubby humiliation porn made me feel all things above.

He deserves it and much more but I ain’t a slut to fuck another guy as the internet asked me to. But, just a grunted wife who wishes to teach her hubby a lesson.

I changed the video to another normal porn where a foreigner fucks an desi lady as he locked the door as this kinda porn is the one that actually excites me better. And then I began rubbing my pussy while my another hand crushed my breasts and then fingered myself to sleep.

The next morning, I felt fresh as a rose and I started to office with a glee. May be because, it’s Friday or because of the night’s happenings. I got myself into a maroon cotton salwar which is tight and accentuates my beauty.

After Shimla, I stopped wearing sexier outfits as much as possible but, everything has changed now and to pin point, yesterday night, everything changed topsy-turvy. I wore my dupatta a bit above my usual chest line and therefore, it showed the light line that went beneath the kameez, camisole and bra. 

I kept myself a maroon bindi to match the salwar and got some jasmine on the way to make me look prettier. I just didn’t wanna think about Ravi, Sandy or any bitches there gossiping me. I know me and I live for myself.

As soon as I entered office, I could feel the constant gaze of human eyes all over me. Men, Women both. I am actually pretty but it got 1000 times better due to the fact that I felt clarity now than before.

I got into my cubicle and Reshma came with a smile, which I can even believe to be true if I haven’t heard what she spoke yesterday to the other bitch. 

“Wow. You look so pretty today di.”

I showed what amount of acting I am capable too.

“Aww. Thanks di.”

“I am really saying di. I just feel jealous about you today.”

She giggled and I wanted to strangle her neck right there pushing her against the cucbicle. But, I giggled like college girl in return.

“Haha. Don’t say too much di. Thanks again Resh.”

She gave a giggle and walked towards her cubicle.

And as I went to take some water from the purifier, I could feel a set of lusty eyes over me and I turned to look the bastard, Ravi talking to some new joinee girl.

I stared at him angrily as if I might burn him and in return he winked at me. 

How dare he?

And the same moment, the new joinee turned her head towards me to see who is the manager winking at and I instantly turned my head towards the purifier but, I know for sure I would be the subject of the gossip among new joinees today.

I controlled myself from getting angry and I turned my mind towards the the exciting things I have planned for my sweet and cute hubby tomorrow.

And just the mere thought made me happy and shiver with an excitement.

The day went faster being it a Friday and I tried avoiding Ravi or Sandy both and went lunch with same Reshma and acted even better and finally the day came to an end.

I reached home to find Arjun being at home and looking at TV in the bedroom. I went in and just let out a sound from throat.

He looked at me and the same instant I started removing my kameez (tops) out of the body exposing my matching black and black camisole and padded bra straps which were new and well designed to make my curves prominent.

I could see he got an instant hard-on and that reminded me of his cock getting hard when he brought his friend and I hugged him and the words came out of my mouth.

“Tomorrow I need to purchase few stuff and so have to go to Phoenix mall. Be ready by 11. Also, “

He looked at me intently. 

“Get out now.”

He stood with a defeated look immediately and walked away the door with slumped shoulders pointing out his weakness and scare being exposed by me.

That night I didn’t finger or anything but just went through my plan and accessories to the plan and got myself into an early sleep.

The morning came and I woke and got into the preparations. I shaved myself clean in all places, underarms, pussy, hands and legs. I then had a long bath with careful applying of shampoo and soap all over hair and body. I then put on some base cream along with kajal for eyes and pink lipstick along with a free-flowing hair and got myself into a see-through designer partywear saree.

I have never wore this saree. I got it as a present for my b’day from my sister and I never wore it for following reasons. 

1, It was completely see-through that anyone can see the curves all along and also, my navel.
2, Neckline in the blouse is a tad low exposing my cleavage a bit more than usual thin line that came from yesterday’s kameez.
3, It was a sleeveless saree.

I don’t wear sleeveless much. I have always grown like that and I’m a bit concerned about others seeing my underarms even when they are completely shaved. But, today isn’t a usual day and my hubby isn’t a usual guy. Is he?

I came out after all rounds of make-up and Ajju was just shocked by what he saw. I looked like the girl from Chennai Times paper who has come to a high class party exposing most curves and looking gorgeous yet brining hard-on to men.

He has never seen me wearing such sleeveless and see-through dresses . Just during our honeymoon, we have tried some smaller clothes but not such a perfect package. That too in Chennai.

“Get ready. We need to start.”

He looked at me and was about to ask something but stopped in midway and walked towards the bedroom and in 20 minutes, he was ready.

He took the car today instead of the bike and I smiled myself knowing the reason. We reached the mall in some 3 minutes and I carefully touched up myself once again before getting down in the mall.

I know for my plan it would have been better if I wore a short skirt and a tshirt but, I these Indian men have more than just craze over sexy women in sarees. I wanted to build on that.

We first went to a coffee shop and when he asked me what I want, I just replied.

“Just sit here. I can get myself tea. I won’t be needing your help.”

I didn’t ask what he needs and went towards the counter with extra shake to my hips than usual knowing that he would be watching from behind.

As expected, I was wearing the saree low-hip and I never have done that. Ever. And It has exposed my navel which is Ajju loves more and knows one of the best features of me that I don’t easily make others see.

I reached the counter and bent myself a little pushing my curvy ass a bit behind and asked the guy to cater my tea and I paid for the same bending even more to push ass more and more behind.

Arjun must be thinking and dreading the fact that this amount of bending must have exposed more of my cleavage to this young server but, he was wrong and I had my hands strategically placed to cover most of the valley but, my dear husband doesn’t know it.

I came back, crossed my legs showing my new anklets and slippers to the world and started sipping the tea while he tried to look other side. I smiled inwards.

I then walked slowly towards other shops, window shopping each and every shop but, my mind knows which shop I am actually moving towards.

It was Amour. A famous lingerie shop in the mall with both male and female helpers. It has variety of collections of sexy lingerie and I knew it already.

My usual lingerie purchase mode are buying through online, getting it in a all women shops and rarely, my hubby getting it from smaller shops in T. Nagar where men sells them rather than women.

But, today I am entering a new mode. I entered in the shop and Ajju followed me confusingly and timidly.

I pointed out a man and said him, “Ask that man if lace bra is available.”

“What? What the hell?”

“Shh. Just shut up. You lose all privileges to talk to me like that. If you wanna continue sleeping in living room, go and ask him. If not.” I just gave a look.

He stared at me for a moment and moved towards him and asked something. That guy asked something back which I guess is the bust size and my lovely guy replied him. Yes. He knew my measurements.

The guy asked him few more questions and showed some pictures in the catalogue. Now would be the time. 

I moved nearby and asked him a bit aloud that the helper would hear me.

“Arjun. What size did you say?”

“What?”

“What size you said him?”

He just looked at me with some emotions I didn’t understand and didn’t want either. And making this opportunity useful , the helper, who must be a simple guy from that locality, replied.

“36B madam”

I gave a shy smile at the helper and turned towards the idiot. He knew I was upto something instantly.

“Ajju. What is this? Have you forgot it’s C now?”

I giggled and I am sure the helper heard it all right. Arjun’s face darkened. I ignored it and the helper ran to a nearby area and knelt down to take some boxes out.

I moved near him and patted him in shoulder.

“What’s the price of that model?”

I asked him as he was kneeling pointing towards a pure lace pink bra which just covered everything except nipple barely with all those flowery patterns in it and the pink colour made it more sexy. The guy must have got a hard on thinking my dusky body in the pointed pattern and turned towards me to reply something but was shocked to see me still lifting the hands to point some other model.

From his kneeling position, he must be able to see my clean shaved underarms right above him and the beginning of my shaped boobies thanks to my costly bra and he was staring at them with open mouth and even Ajju saw this and held my other arm tightly as though it might hurt.

I turned towards him and stared at him with fiery eyes and looked beneath to remove his hands and he removed seeing my look.

“Show me few more patterns.”

He stood and brought me few boxes along with 2 catalogues of sexy woman clad in bearly covered panties and bras all in different colours and patterns.I was pretending to be looking into them and asked him casually.

“Do you have magic bras?”

“What Madam?”

“Hm. Like push-up bras but costlier.”

“Oh yeah madam. The ones with some wire below and cotton too.”

“Yes”

I could see Arjun getting irritated but trying to suppress his anger. I wanted to do more but, the helper helped.

“But Madam..”

“What?”

“Nothing madam.”

“It’s ok tell me. I wanna know things before I invest money. “

“Err.”

“What ?”

“Those models are for middle aged woman.”

“That means?”

“Hmm. To make.. To make things fit.”

“Oh you mean saggy breasts?”

He was shocked to see me speaking that. My sweet hubby must have had a mini heart attack.

“Ye..Yes madam.”

“Haha. So, I won’t need it?”

He used opportunity again.

“For sure madam”

I started giggling like a kid well aware that he means my breasts must be tighter and fit and won’t be saggy.

“Then, get me 2 of these model. “

“This will be better madam.”

He showed another design with deeper neckline for even a bra and laces over nipple area too and pushup cotton beneath. It was like the ones in Japanese porn movies. I liked it ok but, said.

“So nice. I would definitely like it. Ajju what you say?”

He angrily looked at me and nodded and walked towards the counter.

I smiled with satisfaction and purchased two of the model. One in pink and another in violet matching my saree and walked out of the store praying, I never see that guy again.

But, my face purposefully gave a smile to the helper and he looked with open mouth as I walked away cutting my hips like a trained dancer to make the guy happy for his rendered help and my hurt husband walking faster in embarrassment before me.

[Mylife4u]

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Chapter 54 - Frustration
(POV – Ajju)

It took all my resolve to abstain myself from hitting something there or breaking something. How can she do something like that? Showing her cleavage to coffee boy and her underarms to a helper guy and damn it, talking to him about her measurement and choice of bras. 

I felt humiliated and I wanted to control my anger but I couldn’t. I turned towards her and moved near her just to notice that her saree pallu has fallen a bit down the usual neckline exposing her cleavage line much more prominent. I got even more angry and frustrated. Everything has it limit.

“AISHU!”

“Honey. Take a snap. Now.”

She said this and moved towards a handrail and kept her hand there exposing more of her shaved armpits and her visible neckline. I was about to talk back and her voice changed.

“I need the pic. NOW.”

As a loser I am, I reluctantly took my phone out of the pocket and opened the camera. As the camera was in front cam mode, I could see 3 teenage guys standing behind me, looking so intense at her and chuckling among themselves, I turned to look at them and they were giggling and seeing my wife’s neckline and I wanted to hit them in the face.

“Ajju. Take a snap na.” She cooed. But, her eyes had a glint of mischief and determination both.

I had no choice but to take the pic while knowing way better that 3 guys and much more I donno are ogling at my wife’s dusky cleavage and the clean shaved arms.

“Shall we leave?” I asked

“Wait honey. What’s the haste?”

And she turned a bit towards the handrail pushing her fleshy buttocks away from the body and keeping her elbows over the handrail, she turned towards me and said, “Now take a snap.”

Her eyes looked like determined and aggressive. 

I had no choice but to take the pic and I couldn’t help but notice that her ass was pushed sexily with the help of her heels and more of the cleavage and one side of her boobs were visible more due to the falling pallu and her whole pose was seductive.

Now, I could almost hear the comments of those guys and I was so sure those guys are going to make my wife, their fantasy girl for tonight’s masturbation session.

As I was taking the pic, I was able to remember the similar incidents that happened some time ago, where I took her to theatre and a guy watching and commenting bad about her made me horny. But, now when she is compelling me to do something, I feel disgusted and wanted to run away from all of this.

With all the anger growing inside me and my own inability to speak against her for my past deeds, I bit my teeth and let out a low voiced hiss, “Shall we leave?”

And about the same time, one guy from behind spoke something about getting late for a movie and they started moving and I could see a dash in Aishu’s eyes the sametime.

“Change of plans. We are going to movie.”

“What??”

“Yes. I wanna go. “

“What movie?”

“I don’t care. Some movie.”

And I like a robot moved towards the mall’s Luxe cinemas, a modern era cinema hall and obtained us two tickets for a latest hindi movie. Our seat was in middle row as it was last minute booking and also there were no couple seats available at the screen too. Aishu walked inside leading me and all the while in silence as if I am some stranger and took her seat and I sat next to her. After few minutes a guy in his 20s probably walked inside and sat next to her and another two guys in almost 40s came and sat next to me.

The movie began and to my irritation the movie had no subtitles and so I was not able to understand anything that happened. The seat was very comfortable and Aishu was leaning on the seat with her legs crossed and she seemed to have adjusted her saree properly but, in sometime it came down again. May be blame the saree’s material. 

I at times saw her nearby guy who has come alone to the theatre ogling at her and turning when I saw him. Irritation to irritation follows me I thought myself and sat still.

Then came a song that was taken in snow-clad alps with the hero in his full covered jacket and the heroine in her 2 piece suit kissing each other and hero’s arms resting in heroine’s hip. And this snow filled screen made the hall brighter and as we were in middle, the light illuminated on us too. And then it happened.

I felt a hand in my thigh and it belonged to my beautiful wife who doesn’t talk to me anymore. I thought it was an accident and she disproved it by drawing some lines in my thighs over the jeans and moving her hands slightly upper and upper. I felt a chill go through my spine and I felt horny as hell as it has been a while since she touched me like this.

I turned to look at her and her head was bent down and I couldn’t see her face but it was rather clear that the guy next to her is watching her hands. I felt embarrassed to let her touch me first and not initiating the touch. As a man, I should have started this but, only God knew, she got horny in the atmosphere. 
I slightly touched her visible arms in the sleeveless blouse and moved my hands towards her shoulders and her other hand touched mine and twisted my fingers as much it hurt. 

“Ah”

“Don’t you dare touch me you pervert.” She hissed inside my ear. I was dumbfound. After this again her hands moved towards my thighs and started rubbing my thighs. I was confused. She touches me and makes me horny but, can’t I touch her?

And the very moment, she moved from her seat towards mine and I could see her cleavage in the proximity and the smell of her and her perfume combined. I could feel the middle aged man near me looking at her too and her other hand moved towards my cheek and rubbed it and her lips came near mine.

I could feel the shiver on me and I went nearby as reflex and suddenly her lips touched mine and she took the lip inside hers and started kissing and as I thought, my penis turned rock hard and started growing. Her other hand still rubbed the thigh and moved towards my zip started touching the area over the jeans.

As this was happening, I could feel 2 pair of eyes, may be 3 pairs of eyes, were on us and I’m sure they must be getting hard-on too. Her perfume smell was all around and the 20s guy near her must be seeing the deep cut blouse from behind and her shaped ass in seating while, the other man must be seeing her cleavage a bit and our cuddling and kissing. 

But, I wasn’t caring about who watched. My long hiatus away from sex made my body turn like a boiler and I touched her hip and started nibbling her navel with my fingers and I started touching her shoulders and moved my hands closer to hug her.

And, She bit my lips hard and I had to suppress the scream from others hearing me and she bit it real hard and she took her hands away immediately and moved away from me and looked at me.

I could see the beautiful eyes of her staring at me and deep inside and she opened my mouth and spoke, this time louder and audible to both guys near me and her.

“Even after all this your penis hasn’t woke up?”

“What?”

“Shit. I must have married a real man with a real cock.”

“Ais..”

“Stop it. Please stop it. I wore such a slutty dress for you and I never care who saw me and let you hold my breasts and play with my navel.”

“…”

“I even kissed you hard and shook your limp penis for almost 5 minutes and no change. No change at all.”

“What are you..”

“Don’t talk. I must have married a man. Real man. Not a wimp like you. You cheated me with your useless cock that I sleep every night crying.”

“Hey.”

“Why do you marry? Why should a man like you marry and hurt your wife? When you are made like this. Get lost.”

She shouted and stood up and started walking. The guys around me started looking at me and I had to walk out with bent head, hurt like anything and embarrassed. And I know her last line was not the act but real words from her heart. And it hurt me more and I walked faster to move away from the theater and people as far as possible.

[Mylife4u]

Chapter 55 – Disappointments
(POV – Aishu)

I was angry on myself. I really was. None might believe me after all those things that I did today. But, as I walked out of theater and saw Ajju coming behind all embarrassed, humiliated and defeated, I even felt sorry for him but, one thing I did know is he brought this to himself. His deeds lead to his current predicament. 

I silently walked to the parking and stood near the car and he came few seconds later and opened the car. The whole ride back we were silent and I could see the hurt and anger in his eyes and face. I felt pity and thought enough is enough. I shall be done with this today and we will begin things fresh from tomorrow. Even the thought of putting an end to this chapter of our life felt so good and I even let out a small smile in my lips which Ajju saw and his lips tightened more in anger. I giggled again thinking how naïve he is and to solve things back at home.

After travelling through Chennai traffic, Home arrived and I got in and he parked the car and got behind me.

As soon as he entered home and locked the door, I went near him and opened my mouth.

“Hey”

Pat.

I was shocked and even about to fall down. He has slapped me. It took me few seconds to balance myself and understand what he did. I could feel the tears welling up and the stinging pain in my cheeks. 

“How dare you?”

“…”

“How can I even think of doing that? Talking about my manhood and my abilities before strangers and lying about it.”

“Hey”

“Just stop Slut.”

Saying this he pulled my saree which in turn pulled the safety pin attached to the blouse and the force caused my blouse to tear up, exposing more of my shoulders and he caught hold of my hand in his other hand and tightened the grip, in the process, hurting my hand.

“Hey leave me.”

“Leave you? Why should I leave you?”

He pushed me down on the floor and he too pulled himself down and the chillness of the floor hit my open back in the blouse.

He now positioned himself as if he sitting over me but his bum was in air and caught hold of my both hands with his one hand and lifted my face with other hand to look at him.

“Look at me. You fool. You know how I felt when you said all those things? That too what I hold precious and important. Damn you.”

His hands started forcibly unhooking my blouse exposing my costly bra in the process and along with it 1/3rd of my bunnies. I tried protesting and pushing him but his hand was tightly holding me.

“And you are trying to bite my lips. I will show you the taste of your own medicine now.”

Saying this, He bent down and took my lips inside his and while I tried to protest, the old wife in me started liking this. My husband is getting angry about other men seeing me and me flaunting my assets to strangers. He has never did that but now he has even slapped me. Only now he proves he is my husband and I felt so good being under him but, I tried not to show my happiness much. 

As he bent down and kissed, he was now sitting over my thighs and I could not bear his weight and the thighs pained but even then, I bear the pain and felt happy about the current turnarounds.

And slowly he started biting my lower lips, lighter and lighter and a bit heavy. He chewed my lips like pan inside his mouth and his hands moved to touch my bra covered boobies and he started crushing them. The crush wasn’t soft but rough and was of a man who was angry and desperate. It felt like a man. I felt so horny now that I widened my legs to let go the wetness out of my oozing pussy without his knowledge.

And after 30 seconds of biting my lip and hurting it, he straightened himself and asked, “How do you feel now? It hurts eh? The same way it hurt me?”

I just nodded yes with my face still angry and grim outwards. I wanted to push him now over me again and kiss his lips and wanted to give other many kisses in face and say , “Let’s start things fresh honey.”

Before I could do anything or release my hands, he continued talking. 

“Not only in theatre, but you showed your cleavage and spoke about your cup size to some strangers and teenage boys and they were ogling as if they wanna eat or bang you in the same place. How the hell? But, I left even that out as I know beauty has to be exposed rather than saved. But, in theatre, you made me the angriest man and you are going to pay for it.”

Beauty is to be exposed? What is he talking? I felt irritated by the way he is talking now. If yes, then was he only angry for what I said about his dick not getting a hard-on and is he ok with strangers seeing my cleavage and sexy positions and later masturbate. I could feel my heart getting hardened again and he put a seal to it once for all.

“What the hell I did? Showed your pics to strangers. That’s all. All were foreigners and one guy was able to understand me and my feelings so, I spoke with him. After all you are my property and why shouldn’t I share your pics with other?”

I was mad as hell and still waited for him to complete his fucking monologue. What a wimp. I felt terribly numb.

“Ya, Ya. I accept it was a bit too much bringing a guy to home. But, I was weak then and did a mistake. After all, it was my fantasy from the days we were in love. So, when obtained a chance, I tried for it. But, in return, you will do all this? And hurt me and my feelings? Damn you. Damn you slut. I will show you who I am. “

He tore the blouse in a go and pulled my bra up with the hooks still on and tightening my flesh he started sucking my boob and occasionally, making teeth marks. But, the pain of his teeth was nothing compare to what he spoke about now. I thought he realized his mistakes but, he isn’t one to realize his mistakes unless really punished. He has shared my pics not only with that guy but many others too and he is proud about it and saying that I am his property. But, I should show him wife isn’t a property but a partner. No no. I must show him what a piece of shit he is and make him my property. My slave.

“Ajju.”

He stopped sucking and lifted his head to see me.

“Please come near me. I need to say you something.”

He moved forward and came near my face. 

“What?”

Thuuu.

I spit in his face and as he was busy sucking, my hands were free and I pushed him away and kicked his groin in a faster motion and he twisted his face in pain.

“What? I am your property? So, You can share my pics, let others touch me and will even share me. Who knows, you might even sell me for a price. “

He was catching his hurt balls as the kick’s force was huge and tried to reply something and I stood and sat in the sofa and looked at him and spit again over him. His anger and twisted face has long gone and there was a bit scare in his face and the realization of what he did and what he spoke.

“Sorry Aishu.”

“Sorry? No no no. you aren’t sorry. I thought you are but, I am a fool.Even today, you actually never minded about strangers looking at your wife’s cleavage and thinking all possible evil thoughts about me. And you even try justifying you sharing me.”

“No.”, He gave out a small sound.

I stood up with my saree completely undressed and bra lifted and blouse torn. I then looked at him and corrected my bra, throw away my blouse at his face and said, 

“Come inside the bedroom. Fucker.”

[Mylife4u]

Chapter 56 – Making of a you-know-who
(POV – Ajju)

What a fucking piece of shit I am? How did I turn out be this bad? I got a wife like an angel who loved me and showered me with happiness. And who was beautiful with amazing features and cute face and who every guy will be happy to have. But, she stayed with me through all my stupidities and shortcomings. I was not an ideal looking man but, she treated me like one. She always have treated me as if her gift. 

But, today she spit on my face. 

And everything is because of me. My stupid fantasies. Stupid question that came long back while reading a story. What will others think of my GF/Wife? Will they think she is beautiful? Will men be jealous on me that I got a beautiful wife? Will they get aroused by seeing her? Or others will think it is another man’s wife?

All the questions above I had them for a long while and certain stories on such topics where men try convincing wife for a change, to include someone else always made me horny. Even then,I was scared by certain stories where after getting another real man better than husband, wife changes and humiliates the husband along with the new found lover(s).

I must have stopped with just questions. Fantasy is one thing and reality is entirely different. I dig up a hole for me by reading such wife sharing or wife cheating stories and pushed myself inside it when I chatted and shared pics of my precious love and finally, by today’s justification of things, as if it is normal, I covered myself in mud and closed my grave.

Aishu went inside the bedroom and called me in as she went. I felt scared and my heart started beating as I realized what all I spoke and as I entered. She went inside the bathroom and just gave me a fleeting look. As if looking at a worm.

She came 3 minutes later in a tight fitting tshirt with her nipples poking in it proving that she is not wearing any bra and a tight pants. The chillness in the room due to AC was making me tremble and Aishu came and lied to the bed. There was some resolve and peace in her looks.




“Come here. Sit in the corner and take my legs.”

I moved slowly and followed what she asked. I would have even jumped from Gemini Bridge today if she said. I wanted to do things she ask and make her happy and make her forgive me.

As I started pressing her legs, she got few pillows for her back and sat inclined in them and was just looking at me. I tried avoiding her eyes and also, my guilt repeating what all I said and did to her today. I even slapped her.

“Remove your shirt.”

I looked at her. She was just staring at me. I removed my shirt and my bare body made me tremble in the cool temperature. She reduced 2 degrees and increased the cool temperature of the room. 

I started trembling but was still pressing her legs.

“Have you tried showing your pics to random girls?”

“…”

“Reply you bloody bastard.”

“No.”

“Why?”

“…”

“Is it because no girl will look at you more than once and you are such a loser?”

“…”

“So, that’s the reason.”

“You know what my fantasy was?”

I just nodded no. I knew a lot of her fantasies. But, I was not about to say anything wrong. Again.

“I wanted a real man. Tall and fit and handsome. Is that you?”

I nodded no again.

“But, did I try pursuing other men after seeing you? No. Because I am good. And you are a fucking pig.”

“…”

“Press harder you wuss. Don’t you have strength? You are male right?”

I pressed harder. I deserved this.

“I have a doubt. “

I just looked at her. Her right leg moved up and touched my nose and my mosuatche. I just looked at her without blinking. I wanted to say her to stop. But, my fear stopped me. 

“Why do you have a moustache?”

“….”

“Only real men should have moustache. The kind that breaks arms of guys who touch their wife or hurt the eye of men ogling at her photos even. Not wimp like you who shares pics of your wife in internet and asking people to comment on her. One day or other, I will make you take the moustache and apply some turmeric to stop it from growing again.”

“…”

“Say ok you wimp.”

“Ok” I said feebly. I wanted to run away. I wanted to scold her to stop. But, she is just giving me a taste of my own medicine.

“What’s your size wimp?”

“Please Aishu.”

“Just answer my question.”

“7 inches.”

“I think you are lied to me saying that’s one big size for Indian men. Do you wanna know why I say so?”

“Aishu please stop it.” I said in a begging tone.

“Because, You know Ravi? Sandy? My manager and colleague. They both tried pushing theirs over mine. Over the dress. And I could feel they must be huge. Huge than yours. “

She moved her legs to give a soft kick to my dick. It was soft than ever in fear.

“I wanna ask something else to you.”

“Aishu pls lets stop it.”

“Stop calling me Aishu. My body is burning if you say my name in your voice. Call me Madam. “

“Aishu.”

She gave a light kick again to my chest. I just kept mum not to call her like that.

“Good. Now I will ask my question. What would you have done if that guy you brought wanted to fuck me?”

“Please.”

“Say please madam.”

“No.”

“Then, reply.”

I kept quiet again. I felt bad and I tried moving.

“Stay still and reply.”

I felt so stressed and just replied in irritation. “I donno.”

“Oh! So you wouldn’t have stopped him? And your answer is you donno. So there is a bigger probability that, you would have let him fuck me. Your own wife in our own bed and I am sure you would be wanking your wimp dick looking at me. You will have greater happiness? Making your wife happy by letting real man with fit body fuck her while you watch”

“No Aishu. Please stop it. Please. I am sorry “

“Don’t ask sorry to me. Without feeling sorry. I should have let him fuck me. Or even worse someone from your office, some guy who is working under you to fuck me while you stand there and watch.”

“Pleaseee. STOP IT.”

“Sit in the floor.”

“What? Why?”

“Don’t ask me questions.”

I moved down to the cold floor with no shirt on.

“Kneel down and tie your hand back. “

“No. Why?”

“JUST DO IT YOU BASTARD”

I knelt down and I had a bad feeling.

She stood near me and in quick motion removed her tracks exposing her pussy with dense hairs. I was confused. She split her legs a bit wide exposing the cunt and the aroma surrounded the air.

“Come here and lick it. But, should not remove the tied up hands. But, must lick it neat and clear and remember, hereafter you can only lick my pussy and do nothing more unless I say you. Do it.”

She gave me a slap as I hesitated.

“This is how a slap should be wuss. Lick now.”

I moved near and started licking it over the hairs and as my hands were tied behind I couldn’t find balance and moved here and there and she in a forced kept her hand over the back of my head and pushed it to her cunt tight and told me.

“Lick it like a good slave dog you wuss. “

I kept on licking with short of air as she pushed the head and she became a lot wet. May be due to the fact her cunt is used after a longtime. Even I started liking it and my manhood woke up after a while.

“Remember you are not at all a man anymore. But my servant who deserves punishments. Lick it off.”

I still licked and increased speed as she pushed my head and moaned. And then she said it.

“Today it is just my pussy. One day or other, It will be my pussy after some real man has used it and made it wide and wet and filled with both juices. And you will be still the same wuss who shared his wife’s pics to internet and will lick my used pussy clean and neat. Be prepared.”

[Mylife4u]

Chapter 57 – Enough is Enough
(POV – Aishu)

As he kept on licking me like a slave, memories flooded to my mind and my long hidden fantasies crashed onto me. I always wanted to be something I am not in my fantasies. 

I wanted to be a club dancer who shakes her assets for men and men of every age looking at me lustily. Sometimes, as I bend down, men must throw cash wads at me ogling at my dusky cleavage.

At times, I think of me as a teacher who wears low hip sarees to work and while writing in board and turning to clarify doubts, guys must push themselves hard to see my side open view and even draw obscene drawings and graffiti about me in boys’s restrooms.

Rarely, I think of myself as an actress who have no choice but to heed to director’s and producer’s bodily desires to grab a chance of being in the limelight and fuck those ugly old bastards hard and become a dream-girl of the state.

And very rarely, I think of myself as a busy porn actress giving random interviews in skimpy dresses, knowing every men out there will be wanking at my acts in screen and even thinking of me and my sexy moans while fucking their naïve and untalented wives.

But, they were fantasies. Period. Never have I thought about them in real or even after falling in love with this pussy licking moron. Even when he reads stories or watch porn and tell me all sort of indecent and worst kinda sexual stories and characters, my mind never wandered. I just wanted a man who is crazily in love with me and more importantly, too much crazily possessive on me. 

But, All I have got is this piece of shit who wants guys to touch me or at least ogle at me. 

If that is all he wants, then, I decided to give it to him, but, in the hard way.

I pressed his head stronger inside my wet dripping pussy and he must be struggling to breath but, he kept on licking me when I felt my body getting pleasure from all nerve endings and I was also thinking of all villainous possibilities to humiliate my new found bitch.

And I decided upon something and the same time, I came with a huge shout and still I tightly held his head into my pussy and he as a faithful slave was still licking at my clit and cunt.

In seconds, the pleasure lost in double the speed it got build and I pushed him away and his face looked pitiable and disgusting. His hair was disheveled and his nose and mouth looked nasty with my cunt’s wetness all over it. He was still kneeling down and looking vulnerable. I just said him this.

“Stay”

As people would command their pet and entered into the bathroom and cleaned myself completely and came out fresh and nude in all glory except my panties.

He was still kneeling and this gave me a satisfaction. I asked him.

“So, Who am i?”

“Aishu Please”

I gave him tight slap. Tit for tat for slapping me.

“You lost that privilege when you felt ok with strangers looking at me. Who am I?”

“My wife.”

Again, a slap. His face turned dark and hurt. I wasn’t in a pitiable mood.

“Who AM I?”

“…”

“Good. Be silent if you don’t know the answer. I am your madam. And you are my slave dog.”

“….”

“You know what a slave dog does? It comes behind the master wherever she goes. Protect her and lick her to make her happy. Only difference, dog licks feet and face but, you my pussy.”

“Please sleep. I will got to the living room.”

“No no no. You don’t get to command me bitch. You are my bitch husband and I will command you.”

“Please.”

“Ok tell me. How many have you chatted with about me?”

“…”

“TELL ME”

“6”

“How many Indians?”

“Only one.”

“Gowtham?”

He nodded.

“Answer in words dammit.”

“Yes.”

“Who was your first?”

“A foreigner.”

“Did you show my pics?”

“Yes.”

“Which one?”

He gave a pause and I stared at him hard and he replied. 

“The one in saree at your office function and the one in tops and jean in San Francisco.”

“What did he say about me?”

“Please. Let’s leave this.”

“That San Francisco photo would have showed my ass well. Didn’t it?”

“…”

“Tell me. Did he liked it? A foreigner who would have had many pale and fair whores. Did he like me? your dusky wife?”

“…”

“Tell me. NOW”

“He did.”

“What did he say?”

“He said you have fascinating face and nice.. nothing.”

“What? Ass?”

“..”

“Did he want to fuck me?”

“Please Aishu.”

“So, he wanted to. Fuck me and you were showing the picture and asking him for all valuable comments?”

“I am sorry. Please forgive me.”

“No no. Why should I forgive you? You are going to be lot useful to me. How many days should I be lying to your face that you are so handsome and I never will and never have thought about any other men. How many days should I be lying about your penis is so good and your 2-3 mins fuck and sleep makes me immensely satisfied. Also, how many days should I be lying to myself that I made right choices and I never need to look back or never should look back? I have finally got something that 99% woman of this country doesn’t have. You know what?”

He simple looked at me strangely and I replied.

“Freedom. Freedom to look at many man and do whatever I want without worrying about anyone, even my husband, because he is a pimp and not a husband.”

“Stop it.”

“Don’t command me when you are already kneeling before me pimp.”

Saying this, I took out the dirty clothes basket and took out my soiled panties, bras and camisoles and threw it on his face.

“Go and was this with your hands. In 15 mins. After that we are going somewhere. And I am going to get ready.”

He looked at me for few seconds and started picking my soiled undies from floor as a good servant would and with a defeated face started walking and I called him.

“Dai Mama payale”

He stopped and turned shockingly as it meant “Hey you pimp!” and I removed my panties before him and threw at his face.

“Wash this too or if you wish you can wear them as my bitch. And also be prepared, because the night isn't over and you are going to see lot more happenings today pimp.”

[Mylife4u]

Chapter 58 –The Sky is falling
(POV – Ajju)

Mistakes maketh a man.

That’s how I used to convince my conscience whenever it tells me that something I did is wrong. But, all that convincing was bunch of ugly lies and I realized it now. None of you who read it will understand. The pain of being humiliated by your wife and to pierced with sharp questions of your previous choices and the worst part, all these things happening while you are kneeling down before her and getting slapped for the wrong answers.

All these thoughts made me feel disgusted of me and I resumed the work she assigned to me. Washing her soiled undies. As I kept on washing chiding myself of my mistakes and wishing that the day ends soon, the washroom door was jarred open and she stood out.

Oh my fucking World!

She stood there in a white and black single piece dress that barely covered her upper thighs and with her curly hair opened up and a dark shade of red in her lips with kajal in eyes, she looked mesmerizing, lovely and fucking hot. In spite of my current situation, I could feel the jerk inside my briefs and it started shrinking again as she started speaking.

“Enough my dear pimp. Get yourself into some stupid dress of yours and get ready, we are going out somewhere.”

“Where?”

Her expressions changed and she replied.

“None of your fucking business. Just get ready in 5 minutes. You needn’t even try hard to wear something good. As none is going to look at you anyway.”

I stood and washed my hands from the soap water and started walking and she called me.

“You!”

I turned and she said, “As soon as we come back, wash the remaining. Now go.”

She is going too much overboard and I donno when I might get real frustrated and things get out of control. I am actually someone who gets so angry for valid reasons but now, all I have is guilt and fear rather than anything else. I wondered why I have become like this and got myself into a jeans and shirt wondering where is this going to lead and came out to see her sitting crossed legs in the sofa, looking into her mobile.

She saw me and murmured, “As usual, tasteless dress selection. Nothing can be done. Get the car ready.”

And she got into the car and sat behind, rather than sitting in front and I remembered, what I used to say if she sits behind.

“What? Do you think I am your driver? I am your hubby idiot. Come and sit with me.”

But, now I feel, she stressed the fact that I am just her driver and nothing more.

“Drive to mount road and keep driving straight.”

I had no choice but did what she said but, my mind was asking 1000s of questions.

“Keep going straight.”

I followed..

“Now turn left before the bridge. And keep going straight but, in slower pace.”

I obliged.

“Turn left into the hotel and get me into the lounge.”

Damn. It was “The Park”, a very famous hotel holding a rather much famous pub “The Pasha” and yeah, it was Saturday night. She got herself down in the lounge and asked me to park the car and started walking in. I was typically feeling like a driver and as I parked the car, past memories started washing onto me.

“Really Ajju?”

“Absolutely honey!”

“You are really sure that you want me to wear this skirt?”

“Yes.”

“It’s covering the knees but, not that well. And while dancing people might see my thighs.”

“I just don’t care, I want my wife to be the prettiest and sexiest girl out there.”

“Don’t blabber and try impressing me.”

“No blabber honey. I am serious. We are going to minus one pub today and this dress will be much suitable than your jeans and tops.”

I came back to reality from the honks of other drivers and I parked my car and moved to the pub and as I went in, it took a few seconds to get myself accustomed to the dim lighting and the sound of music. I tried hard to find Aishu and I felt like begging her to stop whatever is in her mind and t start back home again.

And I found her sitting in the bar crossed legs and sexy and looking at people who were dancing and as I walked towards her, I saw a guy approaching her and he looked much like a business man and they shook hands and as I went almost nearby, she took a vodka shots from the bar table and took a gulp and took another shot and gulped it down and started walking with the guy towards the dance floor, crossing me. 

“AISHU!”

“Hey Arjun, how are you? Long time no see. Hmm. Be at the bar, I will come after a dance. I’m sure we have a lot to talk about. “

Saying this, she moved to me, gave a fake hug and a peck in my cheeks and I couldn’t help but notice that her English accent was much polished than she used to be. And I could sense the smell of vodka as she gave the peck. My wife. The one who hates drinks and drunkards, took 2 shots of vodka. Damn. The sky is really falling.

I sat in the bar with my head held down thinking of any way that this is all a nightmare and I will wake up happily next to smiling Aishu and again memories of minus one pub flooded.

“Ajju”

“What honey?”

“I wanna dance.”

“Go and dance.”

“Don’t play. Come with me please.”

“No Aishu. You know I don’t know to dance.”

“You do. If you try. Come.”

“No.”

“Then, I’m going.”

And as she walked towards the dance room among drunkard guys, I ran behind her and tried dancing with her but, I was too clumsy that she stopped dancing and we came back to the bar for mocktails.

But, now, she is dancing with someone else and I can’t stop her. 

Where is she? I looked up and searched for her and finally found her. Fucking God.

It was a fast beat bollywood song and she was dancing in hyper speed and her clean shaved legs shining in the dusky glory to the bar lights and the worst part was that,the business man guy was dancing with her in same speed too. He was relaxed and knew his steps and I could feel most guys and girls there were looking at them and he suddenly took her hand and revolved her and moved his hands to the hips and my wife who forgets everything while dancing, let him hold her hips and to my shock, lifted her high and rotated her once and let her down and she was giggling like anything.

Her tiny sleeves have moved aside revealing her thin colourless bra strap and her movements has made her sweat and it has made the top of her dress, along the cleavage wet and I wanted to move forward and the music slowed down and the guy again took her hip in one hand and the arm in other hand and started walking her across the dance floor and occasionally trying to come near her and damn, I could see his hands moving over her shaped bum and I stood up and walked towards them.

As I moved people aside and went nearby, I was transfixed by what I saw. He was dancing so effortlessly and she admires dancers too well and she was forgetting herself and thanks to 2 shots of vodka to a tee-totaller, she was in a world of her own. 

His hands moved from her ass to her thighs and again it started moving up, but, this time inside her dress. I moved forward angrily and ran towards them and a guy pushed me down and I had to stand myself again to see the guy was alone and I saw her. She was moving away in opposite directions and her legs were not in balance and I ran towards her and held her. She pushed me and shouted.

“You? Disgusting pig. I will never leave you. I would have let that awesome guy fuck me, but, something stopped me and All I can think about is, how it will affect the marriage. Fucking marriage. “

“…”

“I love to dance and you are one worthless piece of dancer. Yet, I couldn’t let him touch me. But, you know what?”

“Aishu. Let’s go.”

“I liked it. For the first time. Dancing with the real man in a real awesome way as I dreamed and a strong man touching me. I loved it and I wanted more. Who knows? If I stay here some more time, I would call him home and he might fuck me as a real man while you watch. That’s what you wanted right? You’ll get it. Damn yes. You’ll.”

Saying this, she started sobbing and moved to the dark cushioned area and sat there with tears in eyes. 

“Aishu. I am sorry.”

“NO. YOU ARE NOT YOU MOTHERFUCKER.”

It must be the drinks or me.

“Aishu please calm down.”

“I know I am not yet ready for anything real but, I can do something.”

Saying this she bent down and removed her panty in one go to my shock.

“Aishu what the hell are you doing. PLEASE.”
She threw it at me.

“Bring it home and follow me now.”

“AISHU.”

She just stared and moved towards the dance floor but, opposite to where that guy was and started dancing to the heavy beats with much force and guys around were dashing at her and anyone who tries a bit to touch her would know she is pantiless among all in a crowded pub and in a short piece of dress. One guy tried moving near her and she just pushed him aside and started walking towards the door and as I took the car, she got in.

We returned home in silence and as we got to the home, she turned with her reddish eyes staring at me and said.

“One day, I won’t return empty. But, I will return with a real man. And I will make you get what you deserve. You will suffer. Than how much I suffer now. YOU CUCKOLD PIMP.”

The bedroom door locked with a force.

[Mylife4u]

Chapter 59 – Wicked Question
(POV – Aishu)

Four or five black men. Beastly looking, muscles all over and naked as coal. One Indian woman in between. Damn. It’s me. Just in a short white party wear looking contrast to their black bodies. One bald man opens my legs wide and my thighs seems to be of same size to his arms and as the dress pulls itself up, I realize I wore no panty.

Bald guy says, “Yummy. Look at the wet cunt. We are in for a party tonight mates.”

And another guy whose teeth looks completely out of place to his body, comes near my face with breath reeking in alcohol smiles, shows his monster cock twice the size of any normal Indian including my hubby and say,

“Hey brown babe. Wanna have some fun?”

I woke all sweaty inspite of the AC. It must be nearing dawn. I could sense the sun is about to rise and I felt so scared and alone. My head was pounding like anything. I turned to the other side of bed and Ajju wasn’t there. How will he be? I drove him to the living room.

As I pushed myself up to sit against the wall, I realized it. I am not wearing a panty. And everything to come my mind.

“Fuck. Fuck. Fuck”

I cursed myself. What made me behave like that? I had drinks in a bar and danced with random strangers. What if someone I know was there? How could I be such a fool?

And My panties. Fuck me. I have removed my panties in a public place, wearing a short dress and danced again. I felt disgusted of myself. I ran to the bathroom, threw away the dress and bra and opened the shower.

I wanted all those things I did to get washed by the flow of water. I took soap and started applying it all over me and as I crossed my sensitive nipples, I was able to feel the pleasure hormones flowing into the brain and my mind exposed the truth for a moment.

I enjoyed dancing with that guy.

He was efficient, elegant and manly. His moves and the way he carried me effortlessly was all I wished that I will get one day. But, I expected it from my husband and I got it from some stranger. 

Was I wet then? If I was, I threw the panty to Ajju. Will he have seen it? Damn. Let him see. Let him know that his girl got wet for a stranger as he gave her something, that he have never gave. 

As the soap moved down, I also thought about the way, his strong hands gripped my hip and how hard his hands felt in my soft ass and his touch in my thighs. I should have continued dancing and let myself know, how far he could’ve went. But, Something stopped me. Thank God. Something stopped me.

I was thinking all these mixed things and I came out of the shower. I took a panty first and wore it and then the bra and got myself into a T-shirt and capris. I was not ready yet to go out of the bedroom and face him. He is the one who did every mistake and I was the one who was feeling more guilty. I should have been in control yesterday. 

But, what did being in control did to me? Nothing. 



I got myself some courage and decided to go out and have myself a cup of coffee to heal myself from the headache. This hell must be the hangover. I opened the door slightly to see what he is doing. 

Shit. He was lying down in the sofa with his head opposite to the door. His hands were inside his tracks and he was looking into our honeymoon pic in which I wore a mini skirt in the beach and I could see his hands moving inside his shorts.

I felt pity for him to masturbate for his own wife in his living room, while the wife was just a room away. But, It brought me other memories too and they killed my pity and filled my heart with anger and frustration. (Frustration of yesterday night mostly.) He would have shared the same picture to multiple men and must have did the same to his dick as they abused me and commented dirty about me. 

I wanted to run out and push him down and slap him hard. But, It wouldn’t hurt him. Only my hands would pain. As I decided, my course of action, my face grew grim. 

I opened the door with sudden swing and he was startled and took away the hands from his tracks.

“What? Thinking which picture to send to strangers now?”

“Aishu.”

“No need of any explanations. Or were you thinking about how would it feel for a white man to fuck me in that dress?”

“Damn. Please stop.”

“What damn? What did I say wrong? I just said what you do.”

“Please don’t kill me in such morning. Please.”

“Morning or evening. You made me suffer whole days altogether and I want to just show how I felt and how you ruined my love.”

“Enough Aishu. Just enough.”

“It is enough when I say enough.”

He kicked the nearby chair and it flew to the wall with a sound and I know my heart was getting scared but, I covered it up with forced boldness. 

“Kicking won’t do any good. Just come in. Next step is waiting.”

“No.”

“COME IN. Else, it won’t take me more time to go to pub again but, this time return back with a stranger Arjun.”

He looked at me with defeated eyes and I walked in. I decided to my next course of action just five mins back. As he entered and closed the door, I sat in the cot and asked him to come near me. He was confused.

He sat near me and I took my mobile.

“You know what are we going to do together? After a long time?”

He gave me a quizzical look.

“Something, that you love to do. Guess what?”

“Aishu. Stop it. Talk normally.”

“I am very normal. Today, we are going to chat with a stranger but, you know what, it’s your loving wife who is going to chat instead of you.”

“Please Aishu. Damn. Please.”

“Shhh. Just wait honey.”

I opened the random chatting website’s mobile app and typed the interest as “Wife” and clicked enter.

“I beg you Aishu.”

“What honey? Just as you wish, we are going to do something. Just wait.”

And the message prompted.

Stranger: hey m
Me: 25f here
Me: u from?
Stranger: you married? and Michigan
Me: yes I am. for 2 years
Stranger: have you ever cheated?
Me: Not until now 
Stranger: i love married woman
Me: my hubby is asleep and he doesn't make me happy
Stranger: I'd fuck you till you fall asleep
Me: he fucks once and sleeps or he works all day long
Stranger: And eat your sweet pussy till it's dripping wet
Me: how do you know my pussy is sweet?
Stranger: i wanna find out (;
Me: I am sitting near him and chatting. Is it wrong?
Stranger: no
Stranger: if only i was there
Stranger: And we were fucking on the couch
Me: I feel guilty talking like this. But, I feel horny at the same time
Stranger: start rubbing yourself a little
Me: I am already rubbing myself.
Stranger: i bet you wouldn't be able to fit my cock in your mouth
Me: really?
Me: length?
Stranger: 9 inches
Me: Amazing. He is just 6
Stranger: I'm 18 6'4 it's grown with my height
Stranger: do you have a nice ass ?
Me: you are just 18???
Me: I am 25
Me: 6'4 height???
Me: My hubby is much shorter
Stranger: do you like tall guys?
Me: yes I do. In fact people look at my ass as I walk. Even yesterday, I went to a party in a party wear and people looked at my ass more.
Me: I love tall guys. But, destiny gave me shorter man 

“Wow pimp. He is 6’4 and just 18. Damn. How do you like this?”

“Please Aishu. Please stop this.”

“No. Just sit quietly and watch your dream come true.”

As he moved near me, I pushed him and gave him a cold stare.

Stranger: i bet you love doggy style
Me: actually, my hubby likes doggy style 
Me: I don't let him do that much
Stranger: doggy style is my favorite
Me: my hubby used to say I have perfect structure for doggy style
Me: I am wearing a tshirt and capris.
Stranger: I'll go balls deep right before i cum and then i jizz balls deep and it’ll make you fall to your elbows
Me: I am getting wet
Stranger: it'd be better if you weren't wearing anything
Stranger: And riding this dick like a cow girl
Me: I really wish my husband was more of a man like you.
Stranger: does your husband eat you out a lot?
Me: yes he does. I like him sucking my boobs and licking my cunt than actual fuck
Me: because, he comes in just a minute. I wish i am used correctly. U know something?
Stranger: if i had a gf of wife I'd fuck her anywhere and everywhere
Stranger: what?
Me: I once got my husband sharing my pics to strangers and wanking to their comments
Stranger: I'd wake you up by licking your clit instead of an alarm clock
Me: He said he did only that time as he felt so horny. but, i suspect he does it a lot
Stranger: you must be hot af then,but I'd show my wife off in public, instead of what he did Like let her wear what ever she wants.but we'd do naughty things like do you ever give road Head?
Me: yesterday i went pantiless to a pub :P
Me: but, i never let him dance with me
Stranger: lol why not?
Stranger: I'd want you to give me a lap dance and show that ass off
Me: he doesn't dance well.
Me: but i danced with strangers
Stranger: I'm good at dancing it's a perk of being Mexican. Can you please share your pic?

“What shall I do now honey? “ I asked with a smile in my face.

“Please Please disconnect this. I realize what I did. Aishu. Stop it.”

“Ok Ok. Don’t scream. Today I wouldn’t share it. TODAY.” And I shared a picture of an actress who resembles me saying it is me.

Stranger: you have prefect Boobs for boob fucking
Me: aww. thanks 
Me: you are making me wet. Shall I say you something? You shall fuck me. And those licking work my hubby will take care.
Stranger: i bet i could lick your Pussy better, then fuck you till you couldn't walk
Me: oh. then, if you are best in everything, what will my hubby do??
Stranger: watch lol
Me: haha just watch???
Stranger: I'll show him how to fuck a woman till she orgasms and begs for more
Me: That's all I want. 

I disconnected the chat and looked at him.

“Why are you killing me like this Aishu?”

“It’s not killing dear. It is making your dreams come true. Just wait and watch”

And I took a picture from hidden folder which I purposefully edited for him with my picture and quotes on it. 

“How do you like this pic? Or have you posted such pic and asked how much rate would people give me you worthless pimp?”

He saw the pic and got bewildered.

“AISHU. What nonsense is this???”

“Reality. Now, Get out. I might chat or masturbate and I get less horny if you are around.”

“This is not good Aishu. Please don’t spoil everything. You are going beyond the limits.”

“I am not spoiling dear. You already did. NOW GET OUT”

As he walked out pleading me to stop all this, my mind asked the most wicked question of my life.

That guy told me I am hot and he would love to fuck me, but all he saw was an actress, what would he have said if he saw my real pic. Would the white man say the same?

[Mylife4u]

Chapter 60 – Apology
(POV – Ajju)

She has changed and she is going much beyond the limits. I despise everything and depression started creeping onto me. 

I went out to the living room and I was not able to sleep. How could I? I am not even sure if my wife is asleep now or chatting to random strangers about my manhood and how much she needs a real cock. As usual, guilt too accompanied me and I started thinking.

Everything started in my college days. I was a very normal guy who sees porn and read couple sex stories to masturbate and one fine day, ma be night, I was surfing to read some new story and this Tamil story meaning, “Honeymoons” attracted me. It was a damn long story and the story that is affecting my life today.

The story was about a young couple starting from the day of their marriage and how they first started fucking each other after being shy initially and how they decided to go to honeymoon to Goa. And as they reached there, after a long fuck and nude sleep, husband forgets to close the door and goes for a bath while the wife takes a nap. And the waiter who came for serving coffee has a look at her young sexy body just fucked few times and runs away keeping the coffee.

Husband comes out and after a few minutes, sees the coffee being in the table and the wife sleeping naked and as the realization that the waiter must have seen his newly wed wife naked, makes his cock hard and strong instead of any other emotions. He is shocked by this and he lets himself think out of the box and gets much more hard-on by seeing other men ogling at her body in Goa.

Things get out of hand, when they meet another too modern and open-minded middle aged couple, who are actually 2 colleagues posing as couple and having extra marital affair. And the shy wife attracts the middle aged body-builder and the modern sexy lady with big jugs attracts our conservative husband. One leads to another, and they swap the girls one fine day and they have glorious sex together.

This story was almost 75 pages, elaborate and detailed, that my young mind got sucked up into its details and the fantasies became impure. More wife swapping stories followed and cuckold stories crawled in and one fine day fantasies crossed every imaginable limits.

And I met Aishu. The girl who changed everything in me and made me a better person and her presence killed my illicit fantasies altogether. At least, that’s what I thought. Until, the UK trip. My fantasies became active once again and I started enjoying it thanks to Gowtham and the loneliness. 

But now, I knew the horrible reality of how worse such stories would be in reality. I have learnt my mistakes and I am sure I won’t get a hard on and will think with my penis to do such rash activities. It’s my mistake that made things worse and the reason why Aishu is acting this way. Tomorrow, I am keeping a full stop to all this.

This decision made me happy that I slept without my knowledge. 

Sun rose as he does every morning, and still the bedroom door was locked. I wasn’t sure if I should knock the door and I waited some more time as I read through the magazines. It was almost 8 and still the door was locked.

I moved near the door and when I was about to knock the door, I heard something. A low sound of “Click.. Click.. Click..”

“Damn. Is she typing something? Is she chatting?”

I felt so desperate that my hand knocked the door. It took few more minutes and she opened the door. Her eyes were red and she looked too tired.

“What?”

“It’s getting late. So, “

“So, what?”

“I need to get ready and you too.”

“I don’t have office in the morning. I have client visit in the noon. So, I will start late.”

Something about her voice startled me. She sounded too low unlike how she used to sound last few days.

“Shall I bath?”

“Yes.”

As I went near the bathroom, I turned towards her.

“Aishu. “

She looked at me. She looked shocked. She never expected that I would call her it seems.

“didn’t you sleep?”

“Why? I slept.”

“Fine then. You look tired. Take some more rest and start.”

“Hmm sure. I will go late to office today and come back late only. Almost 11-12.”

“Ok Aishu.”

I went inside the bathroom with all smiles in mouth. She spoke to me. She fucking spoke to fucking me. Yes. Yes. And Yes. I showered myself and with a happy heart came out to see her asleep in the bed. I started to the office and she was still asleep. 

The whole day at office I felt better than ever and I decided no more stupidity and no more talking about this. I will ask her to apologise me and she would and this time, I must kill those wife swapping, wife sharing and wife watching fantasies. For sure.

I started early today and on the way back, got some flowers for her along with sweets and chocolates that she loves and today is going to be the special day of our life. The end of this worst part of our love life. I could feel it and the happiness increased as I reached near home and I started heating up the milk I bought to make sure it’s still good when we heat it up late night today when she arrives.

I took a bath as to escape from the Chennai sun whole day and as I reached my cock to apply soap, thoughts of Aishu came to my mind and I got a hard on. I ran out with the towel tugged up in hip, unlocked my mobile and opened up the pictures of her. My beautiful wife. Aishu. 



Tears started flowing through my eyes and this fairy was the one I hurt much due to my worst fantasies. She is an angel. She even never stopped herself in the dance floor when she knew the guy crossed his limits. Even when her husband is a fucking worst man. That’s the love and integrity Aishu has. I love her and my tears flowed much.

I moved the pics and went to our honeymoon pics where she wore some nice capris, shorts and mini skirts. The images made me horny, much and much horny.

My hand opened the towel and got my member in it, as the pictures moved in a slide show, showing my sexy and homely wife with her cute, innocent face and sexy dusky body before my eyes.

I started wanking up as the memories of the honeymoon came to my eyes.

She was all shy back then. She never lets me see her full naked and tries to cover herself after a fuck. But, that day as the intense fucking session ended, she fell asleep, right over me. With no dress on and tired.

I switched the lights on with one hand and waited for her to wake up. And she did after sometime.

“Oh God.”

“What honey?”

“Dress.”

“What dress?”

She tried moving and I hugged her close that my sleeping cock hit her used cunt and her long nipples pierced my chest.

“Please don’t play. Leave me.”

“Why should I?”

“Please Ajju. I feel shy.”

My hands moved over her naked back and started caressing, I could feel her shudder.

“Please Ajju.”

My hands touched her ass and moved over to her cunt from behind and my hand started rubbing her used pussy with the wetness still on.

“What please?”

She got horny. I could see it. Her voice changed as she moaned. “Dresssss”

“I like you better now.”

“Pleaseeeee hmmmmm.”

My finger entered in and started stroking.

“Dressss Ajjuuuu. Hmmmm. Hmmmm.”

“No dress honey. Just me.”

I pushed the bed cover away and her naked body was completely visible in the light and my cock hardened and started hitting her thighs.

“Pleaseeee. Dressss. Bedddd cov-vv-errr. Ajjuuuu.”

My finger increased the pace and another finger entered deeper in and I increased pace high.

“Dresssaaa.. Ahhh.. Ajjjuuaaa.. Ammaaaa. Ajjuuuu.”

I suddenly pushed her to the bed and got over her and saw her long nipples and trimmed pussy and shapely thighs and sexy heroine navel and widened her thighs and entered my cock deep inside her in one go.

“Ahhhhhhhhhhhjjuuuuuuuuuuaaaa”

Her tight and firm breasts with dark long nipples moved here and there as I increased the fucking speed and she tried moving her hips to accommodate them and after a lot moaning and fucking and sucking, I cummed and fell near her.

She kissed all over my face intensely and her body shivered continuously and she whispered. 

I love u Ajju. I love u. I love you..”

Thinking all this and watching her pictures, I cummed in my hand and ran towards the bathroom to clean myself up. 
I lied in bed and looking at her pictures again, I fell asleep. 

“Damn. What’s the time?”

I woke up to see it was very dark outside and my mobile showed it’s 1 AM. 

Aishu hasn’t arrived still. I tried calling her number, which said, “Not reachable or switched off.”

I tried calling her the third time and there was a reverse sound of a car. Aishu’s cab. I ran towards the door and opened it up and she was walking near the door and she looked amazing in the saree. Her eyes were still red. As she hasn’t slept yesterday properly. 

She gave me a look which had no hatred and she entered to the bathroom. I saw her drying her face and I asked,

“Shall I put coffee?”

“No.”

“Want to sleep?”

“Hmm.”

“Ok wait. I will lock the door and come”

I ran, locked the door, took some water in bottle and went inside the bedroom to see she has lied down in the same dress in bed.

I covered up my fear that she would scold me and moved to near her, touched her hair, caressed it. It has too many locks, yes, curly hair does that. 

I just murmured. 

“Sorry honey. Forgive me. Forgive me for everything.”

And I moved to kiss her in the forehead and a smell hit me. I wasn’t able to place it and I kissed her and hugged her.

Few moments passed, and she was completely asleep and her saree has moved up showing her legs. I moved down her. Kissed the legs, murmuring sorry and moved my hands up over her shaved legs.

I was getting horny. Over my wife. Not to any chats or stories. I kissed her thighs and I moved my hands up to touch her panty. Wow. She was wet already.

I moved it aside with fingers and moved her legs and just moved the saree up as possible and opened the petticoat knot. She was sleeping like a log. I kissed her thighs which was wet with the juices and pulled down the panty and in a sudden movement kissed her pussy and inserted my tongue.

“What the hell!”

I just took my mouth out to a worse taste and licked my hand to dry the tongue. And there it was. 

A white sticky fluid.

Semen.

From a man who has fucked my wife.

[Mylife4u]

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Chapter 61 – Adhithi Devo Bhavo (Part 2) 
(POV – Aishu)

“Aishu.. AISHU.. AISHUUU.. AISHWARYAAA”

It felt like I was in a dream and someone calling me sweetly at first and I realized , Someone is calling me in real. Arjun. I woke up with a shudder and everything came to my mind instantly.

It was very dark and Ajju was sitting so close to me. In the darkness, I could still say his face was so angry and his grip over my arms started hurting.

“What the hell did you do?”

And I broke. Tears started flowing and I started sobbing. What a damn woman I was. I could do nothing now but cry. 

“STOP CRYING”

I tried but failed.

“What the HELL did happen?”

I stammered between the sobbing, “Ple-Please forgive Me-e. Please.”

“Just say what happened. NOW. YOU BITCH.”

“Plea-Please promise me. You will never leave me” Tears increased the pace now.

“First say what happened. SAY.”

“I went to the office today by 12…”

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“Hey Aishu”

It was my fucking friend who spoke behind my back.

“Hi Resh. “

“Wow. You are looking amazing in the saree. Homely and sexy both.”

I am sure she says “Whore” within mind. 

“You are much sexier Resh.”

I giggled and she followed. 

“Has the client come?”
“No. It seems he is struck up somewhere and will come 1-2 hours late. And Congrats Aish”

“For what?”

“Didn’t you see the agenda? You are the only girl picked for client dinner in the evening.”

“Oh really? I never knew”

She smiled and said an excuse and moved away. Damn. Already people think I am a whore and such things will make it true.

I looked the agenda and there were some 5 colleagues, 2 managers and 5-6 senior management team are present and I am the only lady selected. I just decided to give it a go as it would be a change of mind. And yes, Sandy and Ravi were in the list. Damn fuckers. I must never look at them.

Evening arrived and we went to the dinner party held in our office party hall and rest of the people started leaving from office.

It was almost 6.30 when the client came. He was supposed to be coming at 2 in the noon. Hmm. Clients have their privileges. His name was Andrew Scott and he is British. We have spoke to him in the conference calls and he is too intelligent for a client. He entered the room with senior managers welcoming in the way party members welcome leaders and I was shocked to see how handsome he was. 

Damn. He looked white with enough amount of tan. He was in a suit which must cost much more than my 3 months salary and he must be at least 6’4 and he looked wow.

We were all introduced one by one and it was my turn.

“This is Aishwarya. Our senior developer. One of the brightest minds.”

I saw a glimmer in his eyes.

“My pleasure to meet you Aishwarya”

“The same sir.”

“Call me Drew”

I just blushed in reply.

And the party began. People started drinking and the light music started playing. It was very odd to be the only lady out there but, I had nothing to do about it now and I spoke with everyone except Sandy and Ravi.

As men started boozing a lot, I stood in the bar and started munching some chicken lollypops and was looking at the way men danced to the music of alcohol. 

“Hey Aishwarya”

A wonderful diction and British English hit me and I turned to see Drew.

“Hey.”

“What dear? You don’t drink?”

“No.”

“Aww. That’s a shame.”

“So, how are you? “

“Fine sir. You?”

“I am not a Sir. Just call me Drew”

“Ok Drew.”

And he spoke about Chennai weather along with how different things work here and all that he experienced in these 3 days of being in Indian soil. We started walking and I showed him the office premises and we were in the 3rd floor among the computers and there were none there.

I was sipping orange juice as I nodded to his experiences in the airport back in Chennai and he looked at my eyes and asked, 

“So, How’s your pussy? Still wet?”

I choked on my drinks and spilled some.

“WHAT?”

“Still in yesterday’s white bra and blue panty?”

I was shocked and I had nothing to reply and the realization dawned in. 

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“How the hell did he knew what you were wearing yesterday? “

“Please Ajju. Let’s stop this. Please. I beg you.”

“YOU WHORE. REPLY ME.”

His eyes started staring in distant and his voice started breaking down.

“He knows, because, he saw them yesterday.”


YESTERDAY NIGHT

Arjun moved out after I scolded him and my mind thought about what the hell would people say about me, if they see me. I always have thought white men won’t be attracted towards me but, seeing an actress who resembled me, a guy spoke that much and what would others tell about me.

I had all this in mind and I was lying in bed and my hands scrolled the chat I did and re-read the chats and it made me wet.

I pressed “chat” again.

Stranger: Hi
Me: Hi
Stranger: What’s up? Female?
Me : Yes.
Stranger: From?
Me: India. U?
Stranger: much away from you. Indian?
Me: Hmm. Yes. Your ethnicity?
Stranger: 32. White male. 6’5, 82 kgs. u?
Me: Indian girl. 25. 5’4. 54 kilos
Stranger: Nice. You must be petite?
Me: Not much.
Stranger: Is it not late in India?
Me: Yes.
Stranger: Then, why are you here?
Me: Not sleepy.
Stranger: Single or married babe?
Me: Married.
Stranger: Wow. Married Indian lady. That’s the dream.
Me: Haha.
Stranger: So, where is your hubby?
Me: Asleep.
Stranger: What asleep??? With a horny wife awake?
Me: I never said I am horny. :P
Stranger: I knew women well and I am sure you are babe.
Me: Maybe [img=16x16]file:///C:/Users/Dell/AppData/Local/Temp/msohtmlclip1/01/clip_image001.gif[/img]
Stranger: You are. [img=16x16]file:///C:/Users/Dell/AppData/Local/Temp/msohtmlclip1/01/clip_image001.gif[/img]
Me: Haha
Stranger: Had a good fuck?
Me: No.
Stranger: Why not?
Me: Big story.
Stranger: I have all the time.
Me:mmm
Stranger: Any pics of you?
Me: Huh?
Stranger: So that I might know who I am speaking to.

My hands trembled and I inhaled deeper. Then, I took a group picture with my colleagues and shared it.

Stranger: Wow! Who is that violet beauty??

Damn. It was me.

Me:Really? You like her?
Stranger: Yeah.She is lovely. To be frank, I would love to have her beneath me and I will explore her beauty inch-by-inch.

I could feel an itch in my pussy as I typed back.

Me: What do you like in her?
Stranger: Her hair. The texture. Her skin and the dusky tone. Wow. She is like a chocolate, I bet she tastes sweet in every damn place.
Me: It’s me.
Stranger: Really?????????
Me: Yeah.
Stranger: Can you please share some solo pics? Please babe.

I didn’t know what made me do it. May be the thought that the man is far away or my general liking towards white men or the recent events or the fact that I needed sex badly. I took a solo pic of mine. Very decent salwar picture and shared it.

Stranger: Woww. Perfect figure. You ought to be fucked like anything but, your hubby is asleep still?

I got bolder and replied,

Me: It has been many days since he fucked me.
Stranger: Why?
ME: He made mistakes and he isn’t the right guy for me.
Stranger: Will I be? 
Me: Maybe 
Stranger: Switch on the webcam. 
Me: Sorry no.
Stranger: Dear Please.
Me: But, I won’t switch on mine. I will see you.
Stranger: Hmm. Ok but, share another 2 pics.

I did. Me in jeans and my favorite Chicago pic.

Stranger: Amazing. I am getting rock hard and angry about your husband. You are lovely babe.

His cam request came and I accepted and put my cam on mute. But, kept the mic on.

“Can you see me babe?”
His voice proved he is foreigner as he said and I replied.

“Not yet”

“Now?”

FUCKING YES. WOW. His camera was focusing on his chest and ended till the shorts and he had flawless white body with strong muscles. I could also see a huge bulge in his shorts.

“Yess”

“You are hot and sexy baby. You know that?”

I was mesmerized already and Ajju was long gone from memory.

“Really?”

“Yes. What’s your fantasy?”

“Fucking a white male.”

“Before your hubby or alone.”

“Anything is fine.”

“I once fucked a lady before her husband and she was screaming at him that I am real man and he isn’t”

“Haha”

“Will you scream likewise?”

“Hmm. Maybe”

“Can I ask you something?”

“What?”

“Can you show me at least your body as I show?”

“No. Sorry.”

“Then, can you send any sexy pic of you? Please.”

I was ready to do anything then and my hands automatically uploaded my honeymoon pics in smaller shorts and skirt and sleeveless shirts and tshirts.

“Wow. You know what? Your dusky skin and my white skin will contrast each other and I might bite your sexy breasts and fuck you harder in the same beach and my white cock would rip apart your dark pussy. My whore.”

He said this and removed his shorts in a go and I was shocked by what I saw. It was like a strong and fat log used to beat people.

“You like it?”

“Yess.”

“You wanna see it grow?”

Grow?? Has it not grown up already? I was shocked

I just replied, “Ok”

He started wanking before my eyes and the idea of a white man wanking before my eyes made me wet and I started crossing my legs and started masturbating the unique way I only know. His cock grew and grew and was like one enormous arm rather than the cock. I thought how it would be to have such a cock inside me and I shuddered.

“Can you do something for me baby?”

“Hmm?”

“Can your remove your dress and take a photo of your dress and underwear and send me?”

“No.”

“You must. NOW.”

I liked it when he ordered it. I removed my clothes one by one and took pictures of it and shared to him.

“I just wish I am there to rip them myself and fuck you after sucking your dark Indian pussy my whore. Do you want my white cock inside you?”

“Yesss.” I moaned as I increased my leg speed and we spoke for few more moments and I shared all stupid things about my body and few more pictures but, nothing indecent or naked and I slept late in night.

Morning I woke again and re-read the chats and masturbated once again and when I hear the knock, I deleted the chat and closed all tabs and opened the door to receive Ajju and slept again in horny state.

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Arjun was shocked to hear all this and just replied,

“Did he fuck you? Is that his cum that I swallowed?”
Those words made me smile but, my heart chided me for being an evil lady and I just replied,

“Yes.”

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“What are you saying?”

“Aishwarya! It was me who spoke to you yesterday.”

“Wh-what?”

He unlocked his phone and showed the photos. Me in honeymoon. Me in saree. Me in jeans and my bra and wet panty in our bed.

I was shocked to reply and his hands fell on my shoulder.

“Please I am sorry. It –it was a mistake.”

“No no. That wasn’t. But, this is.”

He pulled me towards him and I got well embedded into his broad white shoulders and as he has removed the suit in party, his cotton shirt smelled great. But, I tried to push him away. Because, chatting and reality is much much different.

“I am sorry babe. No other go.”

He kept me closer and kissed my lips and I bit my lips and tried to resist his lips entering mine but his hands moved over my naked hip inside the saree, touched it and moved up to my blouse and pressed and squeezed my left breast over it hard and I screamed, “Aahhh”

And his lips entered mine. He pushed me to a cubicle and pushed the monitor away and still kept on kissing me and started biting my lips until I bled. He was so strong that I couldn’t try pushing him anyways.

“Please. Please leave me.”

By the end of the statement, my safety pin flew away and he whisked away my saree in a single go and next moment one of his white arm surrounded me and other pushed me on the hard cubicle and his head moved over to my neck. He kissed me there and started licking me and few more seconds, I was just in my bra and petticoat.

I started crying and begging him to leave me away and he never heard anything. For a man, who must have removed infinite jeans out of women, Indian petticoat was so easy that he threw it away and his strong fingers touched my cunt as he still pinned me down.

Bra and Panty stayed just 1 minute more and his fingers entered my cunt softly and I begged him to stop. His pace increased and he pulled me down one moment and made me kneel. The way I mademy husband kneel.

I resisted and cried.

“Please I am married. I beg you. Leave me. I won’t say anyone.”

“You will never say anyone dear.”

And before I could say anything, the tip of his penis entered my mouth and I choked on it. He held my head and Made me suck his gigantic cock and even after his pushing,only 50% of his cock entered my mouth. It was that huge and pale.

And he cummed. Into my mouth and he took it out over my breasts and I pushed him away just to fail and he threw me over the cubicle again.

I know what he was upto and I cried loud for someone to help me.

“What are you shouting whore? Your husband doesn’t satisfy you and You are desperate enough to share pics with strangers. See what happens when a stranger fucks you.”

“Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh”

I felt 1000 times more pain than the first time Ajju fucked me. His enormous cock entered in a single go and he started ramming onto me faster and faster. Much faster than ever and even after 15 minutes, he never stopped or reduced his pace. My husband would have slept by now.

I screamed and shouted and still the fucking continued and I felt tired like hell and after almost 30 minutes, he came and he grunted.

“You are so sexy and tight bitch. Your husband must be having smallest of smallest dicks.”

He kissed my lips again and started walking away saying,

“Thanks bitch. For both yesterday and today.”

I was damn tired and I cried for few more minutes and I wore my dress and I walked back.

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“How DARE HE? I will kill him. I will surely kill him.”

“No. No please Ajju.” I cried and cried as the realization of what happened hit me so bad and I begged him .

“Please Ajju. Things won’t get better. We will make it worse. Please don’t leave me that I am dirty.”

“No baby. No. Never. You are my love honey and he hugged me tighter. “

How bad I have been ? How worse? I must be killed but, at least from now on I must live for his happiness. 

All these thoughts came to my mind, because, only 80% of what I said to him was true. And the cum he licked was not Drew’s.

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I never cried. I never objected more than customary push and pleading. My last night’s chats made me wonder how it would be to have a white man. Strong white man with awesome chest and huge dick. Just like my childhood fantasies and I let him fuck me. And I moaned and enjoyed and begged for more.

But, once he left and I laid there tired, Ravi and Sandy came in and as I tried moving, Porn movie of Aishu and Drew, recorded by them became their bait and Ravi and Sandy both fucked me one after other.

I cried then. Truly. I never wanted this. They really aren’t one of my fantasies but , I had no choice but to make them delete the video. Ravi sucked my breasts and Sandy licked my used pussy and fucked with his long cock but, definitely not longer than Drew. None will be longer than him in my life.

Ravi made me sit in doggy style and entered from behind into my pussy as I was licking Sandy’s cock. Like a whore. Trained whore and after 3-4 fucks of shorter periods they left me.

I am used. Abused. As Ajju wished. But, never did he saw that and never will he know that. I will have to move from the company. I will have to go away somewhere people doesn’t know all these.

And I would love Ajju than ever. For he is really a good man and I cheated him. He had a fantasy and I fulfilled it. He is a cuckold now and he will never know that his wife enjoyed sex with a foreigner and worshipped his cock and sucked it happily. 

I would be a good wife now. And he will never have any of these fantasies.

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“ I Love you Ajju. “ I sobbed. 

“I love you Aishu.” He hugged me.

“I will never hurt you hereafter and thanks a lot Ajju.” I cried.

Thanks for everything Ajju!

[Mylife4u]

Epilogue – The Greatest Gift
(POV – Aishu & Ajju)


AJJU

My anger over Aishu flew away when I knew she was forced to do what she never wanted. If she has wanted it, she would have done it in Shimla or in Chennai with Gowtham. The only thing that pricks my hearts even now, after 6 months of all this is, I was the reason.

If it not were my Gowtham chats, nothing of this would have happened. She would never have messaged him and he wouldn’t have.. well.. leave it. I have long forgotten this.

I am the one to blame. Now and forever.


AISHU

Six months. Six long months. Every day he smiles at me and says he loves me and I see his eyes filled with guilt, All I could think was how much a whore I was then. That damn day.

I even remember this.

“What do you think of my cock?” Asked Scott.

“It’s so huge. It’s so white.”I gasped.

“Ever had a white cock?”

“No. The only cock I’ve had is my husband’s”

“That loser’s? Is it white?”

“No. Damn black. “

“Long?”

“A bit, yes.”

“Fat?”

“No.”

“So, I win in colour, length and width?”

“Much more. I love your shoulders and height.”

“Then, what are you waiting for desi bitch. Kneel down and suck this white cock like a good slut.”

I ran and knelt down and sucked down his clean white cock with no trace of hairs.

“Damn. You whore. You suck cocks like a pro. I wish I could take you to England. Every man over there would love having you. My little brown slut.”

His hands pressed my head to his cock. I was gagging.

“Yes. Bitch. Lick the shaft. Awww. I wanna open up a store with you as the only commodity. I’ll earn millions of pounds.”

And he left me as he cummed on my breasts with a groan.

“Really?”

“What really bitch?”

“Pounds? Millions?”

“Yes. No doubt. You have such an arse and small breasts as most guys love in my locality. People would love to get fucking you and get sucked by you.”

“Will they pay more?” I asked like a typical whore as I stood up to wipe the cum off the breasts. I was horny seeing his white body and that was the very reason.

“Yes whore. Much better than what this company pays. Come and open up a brothel there bitch. “

I got wet hearing this and he pulled me towards him and gave a spank in my ass and made me sit in doggy style.

It’s been more than six months now. The very next day, I applied for release from the company. He asked for transfer. Now, we are in Hyderabad. I am a lecturer now as I didn’t want IT job again. After everything. That one month, Ravi and Sandy tried for another session but, I ignored them. It wasn’t that easy either.

“you fucked us once. What is there to fuck us again?”

“Please stop this. Please.”

“We will if you suck our cocks in our office bathroom” Whispered Sandy and Ravi kept an hand over my ass.

I pushed it away. 

“I would slit my wrists and send a message to my friends and husband, that you were both the reason.”

They moved back a bit and never directly approached me. But, by now, most guys n my office would be knowing what really happened.


AJJU

Our sex life was almost zero. I was scared to force her knowing that she had a bang experience and she wasn’t interested either. 

It was really difficult. We stayed in same bed but, never could I touch beneath her neck. We hugged but, even it had a distance.

Every night I started going into to the bathroom and masturbated myself to pleasure watching videos and reading stories. But, nothing about wife or cuckoldery. 


AISHU

I know he hesitates to hurt me by asking for sex.But, truth is I felt guilty about letting him fuck me. My pussy was pure when he fucked it for the first time. But, it isn’t now. 3 guys have used it and more importantly, 1 guy had huge cock than my husband.

What if, I let Ajju fuck me and my mind wanders about how great it was to feel full with such a white cock, touching all parts of me and lasting for long time than him and that, how great it will be to have such a real piece of man meat again in all holes of my body. 

These thoughts let me feel guilty and I stayed away.


AJJU

I tried hard to move away from such stories. But, past never leaves you. May be it’s wrong to mention it as past because, the site I read stories had more such stories and one fine day, I couldn’t resist and I opened it myself.

Again, story of wife being angry about husband’s layoff and fucks hubby’s boss to get him the job back and even a promotion. But, becomes a slut to his boss and management team completely and stops him from fucking her.

I hated myself for all this but, what killed me is, I got a hard-on when Aishu first said about being bangd. And many days I have thought about how such dusky pussy would take the white cock and how she would have felt and was he really huge and much more.

I sometimes want to watch what really happened and nowadays, I read more such stories. 

I hate me.


AISHU

I feel relieved. I feel happy.

I opened up Ajju’s mobile as he slept and his browsing history says, he is reading cuckold stories still.

Even all that has happened. I am not angry. I am happy. No one is flawless and my husband too isn’t and worst, I am not perfect either.

I kissed his forehead and promised as he slept to love him forever, despite his flaws.


AJJU

It was my birthday. Exactly 6 months has gone from that day. Hyderabad is ok but we haven’t got much friends.

I reached home by 8 and surprisingly found her sitting in my favourite saree with low neck and lipstick. She even wore jasmine. Wow.

“Aishu”

She kissed me. It felt heavenly inspite of lipstick taste.

I hugged her and she hugged me back.

“I love you Ajju”

“Love you Aishu”

She kissed me again and she threw the saree out and she looked like Goddess. I kissed her hard again and even bit her lips. I touched her breasts and moved my hands to remove the hook.

“Cuckooooo cuckooooo”

Calling bell. 

“DAMN”

I irritatingly moved to the living room and opened the door, leaving my sexy wife in the bedroom.

Two guys stood out. They must be going gym regularly. Hmm. What good arms. I must start going to gym at least now. I have seen a guy somewhere. I can’t remember where.

“Yes?”

“Is this Aishwarya’s house?”

“Yes?”

“My name is Sandy and he is my friend Prakash.”

THE END

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