[Ramesh_Rocky]

It Was Only A Joke


PART2
They slowly pulled apart and curled up in each others arms, in a minute or so they were both sleeping soundly.

I was less fortunate; I spent most of the night pondering over how our lives had changed so suddenly

I did finally drift off to be awoken by Monica shaking me.

"Time to get up, make Pete and me a cup of coffee and bring it through."

So sleepy was I that her words didn't hit me until the kettle had boiled. Despite myself I carried the tray through the bedroom door which she had left open for me. I was confronted with the sight of my wife on all fours eagerly sucking his cock back to life while he lay contentedly on his back his eyes closed.

I set the tray down and quietly watched as her lips stretched taut over his bulbous head and slithered down and around his shaft, her hands cradling his balls.

I watched for a good fifteen minutes as she expertly drew him closer and closer to the edge. She seemed to know the right instant for one finger suddenly dived into his ass and he jerked and I saw milky globules escaping her lips despite her efforts to swallow it all.

She smiled up at me , making no effort to wipe away the sperm on her chin. "You should have realized that this is the sort of thing which can happen when you expect me to go out without underwear."

I said nothing. She continued "Anyway I 'm seeing Pete again tonight and later we are going to have a few friends over for a party so today you can get the flat tidy, buy some colored bulbs for the lights, some candles, 2 bottles of whiskey., 2 vodka and 24 cans of lager Oh and a few mixers too. " She paused " OK you can go now, nothing more for you to see".

I wandered out of the room, ashamed of myself for not standing up to her, and him and yet desperately excited. The party was an interesting idea, perhaps I could get friendly with one of Pete's lady friends and get my own revenge

A few minutes later Pete appeared all dressed up. "Be back shortly Man" he said to me "Hey , maybe I should have got your wife to give you a big sloppy kiss back then"

He laughed harshly and then he was gone.

"Monica" I yelled "We have to talk"

"Later, I 'm having a bath before Pete comes back to pick me up"

"Pick you up?"

"Yes, I told him about your trick with my underwear and he thought that it was terrible. He is driving me to Leeds to buy some new lingerie for me to wear tonight when I go out with him and for the party"

She slammed the bathroom door and began running the taps.

When she did emerge, she didn't stop to speak to me, just went back into the bedroom to get dressed. Hah I say dressed, she appeared in her tiniest mini skirt, she only needs to nod her head and her panties are on show, only I had left her panties behind, you get the idea? She coupled it with a white halter top, her hard nipples were obvious.

Her timing of course was excellent, a horn hooted outside, it was Pete, she dashed downstairs. I watched out of the window as she climbed in to his open top car, kissed him passionately, placed her hand high on his thigh and they were gone, It was like having a defiant teenage daughter with me.

Now I 'm sure you are all thinking, he has his own car why not just pack up and go home, teach her a lesson. I thought about it. I really did but I love my wife and deep down I thought that it was just that, she was teaching me a lesson, big style. Plus this was when I was beginning to understand that I have distinct cuckolding tendencies and I really really liked to be dominated and humiliated by my calm and faithful wife of 17 years. I must admit in the past 17 years of our happy marriage life, I never thought that my wife could be so dominating, humiliating, aggressive and so much hungry for sex outside of our marriage. Deep down my heart I started to admire her rebellious attitude against my dominance in her life.

So. I spent the day as instructed, I went shopping, I tidied the flat, replaced the white bulbs with colored bulbs, everywhere except the box room , which was obviously going to be mine again tonight.

It was after 4pm when they got back, both laden down with parcels. They walked straight into the bedroom, merely shouting for me to fetch Pete a whiskey and her a vodka.

Dutifully I brought them through to catch her trying on a sheer red peep hole bra, sheer split crotch panties also in red and a red suspender belt. "What do you think, should I wear this tonight?"

"Do I have any say?" I asked

She turned to me "No, I was talking to Pete, why should what you think worry me, in future speak when you're spoken to"

I recoiled as though she had hit me; I think those words hurt far more than anything else which had happened.

As I left the room I heard her say, "No I think I 'I’ll wear the other, it's much naughtier" "Naughtier! What the hell was it, underwear with a flashing red light saying' Whore available here'?

I wasn't called back in to the room so I didn't get to see what it was, not until much later.

After about 30 minutes they appeared, she was wearing her long coat over whatever she had settled on. I watched out of the window as they drove away, as they did I could see her taking her coat off making it obvious that she had worn it only to prevent me seeing how she was dressed.

I could have driven after them, of course I could but it's hard to explain, although I hated the way I was being demeaned, insulted and well yes cuckolded, I also found it incredibly exciting so instead I did what all guys do when they are excited and there are no helpful ladies around.

I felt better afterwards. I poured a drink and watched a bit of TV , I didn't win the lottery again, it's becoming a habit that.

At about 11.30 I heard the sound of his engine and lots of loud voices including Monica's, she had obviously had a good time. Well I thought, bring on the ladies, time for Dave's revenge.

Stupid really, I should have guessed, the friends were two guys equally black and equally as huge as Peter.

They strolled in and sprawled all over the furniture. Monica came in last, I stared, she surely hadn't gone out dressed like that!

That, was a totally sheer white lace blouse and matching skirt, there was no lining at all, beneath it she wore a quarter cup cream bra over which her nipples were prominent, at the waist she wore string yes string around her waist and a connecting piece between her thighs, instead of concealing her pussy it accentuated it by dividing the fleshy lips where the string cut between. To complete the ensemble she wore a pair of hold up stockings and the most enormous high heels I have seen outside of a fetish magazine.

She immediately sat on the lap of one of the new guys, I discovered that he was Lance, Pete's friend, before planting her lips on his she turned to me "What are you standing around for? Get us all a drink"

I obliged, when I return Lance’s huge hand was mauling her tits while Pete and the other guy Jamie watched avidly. She stopped suddenly. "This isn't fair There's only one of me I 'I’ll have to share myself equally, we need music to do it. She stood up in the centre of the room. Pete gets your ghetto blaster from the car and a couple of tapes with say twenty songs on, bring them up here"

As Pete left the room she turned to me " We don't need you at the minute, sit in the kitchen till we call for you".

Now the kitchen was really just an extension of the living room divided from it by a breakfast bar so it wasn't as though I was being banished far away, in fact I think that was her idea to make sure that I could witness everything which was about to happen.

Pete returned quickly and set the ghetto blaster up "OK guys" She said "We are going to play pass the parcel, only I am the parcel, each time the music changes I will change laps, when I am on your lap you can kiss me, touch me, grope me, suck my tits, anything, just 2 ground rules , you cannot take more than one item of clothing off me during any one track and no one can fuck me till I 'm totally naked" Her eyes looked at me during the last part. I kept a straight face despite what I was feeling inside.

She climbed onto Jamie's lap as the music began, I quickly got the idea that he already knew his way around her body with the way she began squirming almost at once under his touch, her blouse was gone in seconds and his mouth settled on her exposed nipple.

The track changed and she moved to Pete who removed her skirt before she had the chance to sit on his lap. He blatantly squeezed her breasts and slid three fingers past the string and deep into her pussy.

As the song came to an end she stood, to all intents and purposes naked other than a piece of string. Before moving to Lance she turned to me "We are approaching the best part of the evening, go to my room and bring the double mattress through. You can lay it down here, she indicated a spot in the centre of the room while she sat on Lance's knee.

I could hear the music as I struggled with the mattress and tried to imagine the sight I was missing, her bra would be off of course but how many of his fingers would have explored her secret passage. I struggled into the room as the song was finishing, Monica stayed on Lance's knee while watching me lay it out. Once it was in position she stood and walked onto the mattress wearing only the piece of string. I could smell her sex as she passed me.

"Now I only have one item to lose before you all take each one of my holes" I blinked at that. " I think that it is only right that as he instigated the course of events which led to us meeting that my husband should remove the final item and then describe to you each what pleasures you can expect from each of my holes.

I stared when she said "Come on then strip away my last item protecting my modesty" Reluctantly I placed my fingers on the string around her waist and helped it tumble over her hips and thighs and helped her step free of it.

"Now start with my mouth and tell the gentlemen what delights" she looked around "Jamie can expect"

I began " Monica has wonderful warm receptive lips, she is able to accept my cock right into her throat, she sucks and licks smoothly and when you do climax she will swallow every drop without hesitation and without gagging" I reported

" I 'I’ll vouch for that" Laughed Pete waving an arm in the air

"Now my cunt" She usually called it her pussy" Which Lance will enjoy."

"Monica's cunt is always wet, it is also unprotected” I blanched; this weekend seemed to make it inevitable that in a few months I could be stepfather to a black baby. Her muscles are exceptional; she can squeeze you as well with her cunt as she can with her hand.

"And Pete will want a description of my backside"

"Monica's backside is very tight I doubt if you will be able to access it" I replied honestly

"Oh yes he will , I have KY Jelly in my bedroom , go and get it."

When I returned she was on all fours on the mattress and the guys were all naked standing gazing at her.

"Come on then , open me up for him" Said Monica impatiently.

Hesitantly I knelt behind her and dipped my finger in the jar. I took a reasonable amount and started applying it to her puckered opening.

"Inside too, not just the outside.

With the grease my finger slipped easily in, I rotated my finger and applied it to the inner walls.

"More and deeper, I need lots , have you seen the size of him?"

I glanced across, I saw what she meant, He must have been at least 10 inches long and I wouldn't want to guess his width. I scooped more onto two fingers, with the grease already there my fingers slipped in smoothly .

"Do Pete too".

I offered him the jar.

"No you do it, be polite, Do you want him to think that you don't want him to shove that monster up your wife's ass? Because I know that you do".

Flushing I moved across the floor where a grinning Pete was waiting , already stroking his hard tool.

I applied some grease around and over him, taking care to keep a film of it between my fingers and his hard flesh. I hadn't realized how much heat is given out by a cock, you don't notice with your own.

Satisfied at last Monica gestured for Lance to lie flat on his back on the mattress. I realized that I was about to see at close quarters my wife of 17 years accommodate 3 cocks at one time.

Lance's cock was if anything slightly larger than that of Pete, his brother. Undaunted she climbed astride him ." Hold my pussy lips apart for me" was her next instruction to me.

I did so and was able to see, inches away my wife’s hot wet pussy slide down over the shaft, taking her time but finally settling so that her pussy lips were resting on his pubic hair, she took the entire length with barely a grunt.

Once aboard her first partner she leant forward, once more exposing her anus. "Hold my cheeks apart” she ordered me.

Pete moved forward and gently and carefully inserted himself to about half his length, throughout her cheeks flushed, she trembled and she winced from time to time.

When he stopped, she felt behind, "You aren't all the way in, don't worry about me just keep pushing I 'I’ll scream if it hurts too much". I was enthralled, Lance waited patiently while his friends joined him inside my wife as Pete pushed again and suddenly his shaft slipped as though having negotiated a tricky turn and he was all the way in. I could see the sweat on both him and Monica.

There only remained Jamie, she gestured for him to stand astride Lance, this placed his cock against her lips, she put her hands on his backside and pulled her to him opening her mouth wider and wider, he was perhaps 10 inches long.

Monica has a trick when sucking, of sort of resetting her jaw, a bit like a snake does, it's impossible to describe properly but believe me it works, it's a weird sensation to look down and see your pubes nestling against her lips. She did this with him and squealed. I thought she was in pain and then realized the cause of the squeal, she was so ecstatic at being fully impaled by all three at once she was climaxing already, the plunging hadn't begun yet but there was the unmistakable flush on her chest and face, the crazed look in her eyes, the trembling , all clear indications of her orgasm.

As the initial throes passed over she began moving, tenderly easing each of her holes up along the shaft they contained and equally slowly back along. Slowly her tempo increased and her partners caught the rhythm. I watched from a distance of inches away watching as each cock thrust into one part or another of her. I could hear the slick movements in her lubricated slits, whether lubricated by saliva, pussy juice or KY Jelly.

I gingerly placed a hand low on her stomach. I could feel Lances cock through the flesh, it banged against the palm of my hand and another more distant throb which was Pete's cock working away. To my surprise she didn't thrust me off but guided my hand to her bouncing tit.

The rhythm speed up, spurred on by Jamie who seemed to be overcome with the excitement. I watched him carefully and when I could see that he was beyond the point of no return I placed my hand on her neck in time to catch the swallow mechanism start. I was feeling his spunk slipping down my wife's throat.

Her reaction sent a message to the others and first Pete then Lance shot their cream sperm deep inside Monica’s exhausted body.

As she slowly recovered she murmured "Over 30 inches of cock in one go, just wait till the next girl's coffee morning. "

I made a mental note to ask her about that, when she got round to treating me like her husband that is. I studied the swear ridden quartet beside me, each cock lay close to the point each had left her body. Sperm was oozing out of both her pussy and backside and the two driblets merged on her thigh. I wondered whether it was all over now or was she planning a repeat performance.

At last she managed to get to her feet " I 'm going for a shower, if anyone wants to join me they are welcome." She looked at me "Not you, time for you to go to bed, I 'I’ll trust you with the key, lock yourself in and don't come out till morning"

Sheepishly I accepted the key she offered me and obediently went to the box room. To be honest I was exhausted with having had virtually no sleep the previous night.

I lay in my bed listening to the water cascading from the shower head, I wondered if they were all there soaping each other down, or rather soaping Monica down while she did the same to them. I was just glad that she hadn't told me to wash the guys down.

Presently the water stopped, I heard her giggle and within a few minutes, the moans, the groans and the shrieks began all over again. I considered unlocking my door and taking a peek but I really was far too tired.

When I did wake I was aware of total silence. Hesitantly I unlocked the door and looked out. All four were curled up on the mattress. Her body was coated with dry sperm, clearly she had been the recipient of a spunk bath, I wondered what else might have happened and if I would ever know.

I made myself some breakfast and slowly they awoke. The guys seemed in a hurry to go, I found out later that Pete and Lance had to go to London later that day to collect some goods for their business, I didn't like to ask what the nature of their business might be.

For the first time since Friday Monica and I found ourselves in each others exclusive company for a reasonable amount of time. I tried to start a reasonable conversation.

"This will wait till tomorrow" She insisted” I 'm enjoying myself and if you are really really honest so are you, we didn't expect it to be this way but it is, lets leave the analyzing for now and carry on enjoying ourselves."

I couldn't argue with her logic and had to accept that she had a point, yes I did get a thrill of seeing how she was capable of behaving, although I hated a lot of it too, still at least she was speaking to me.

She went for a bath and then went to bed, thanking me for returning her mattress to her bed while she bathed. She asked me to wake her at 4pm if she wasn't already up. "Oh and if you go out", she added. "Buy some baby oil"

I did go out for a stroll on the seafront, a coffee and yes I bought the baby oil.

Her bedroom door was unlocked so ,on my return , I went in and woke her gently. "Run the shower for me she asked" and then as she was about to step into it "Lay a big towel on my bed and bring the baby oil and your razor in when I get out of the shower"

Of course I guessed what was going to happen next and I was as excited as a teenager on a first date, I was to be allowed to touch my wife intimately, clearly she wanted her pussy shaven and a full body massage, after that I knew from experience what always followed.

How right I was and how very wrong. As I expected she lay on her back and instructed me to shave her pubes totally, not leaving a single hair. I enjoyed this, next she lay on her stomach and I commenced a leisurely and stimulating massage, including all cracks and crevices.

After twenty minutes she rolled over onto her back and instructed me to continue, beginning at her shoulders I lovingly complied, taking care to include her neck before lowering to her rib cage but carefully avoiding her nipples. Next, to her flat stomach and then carefully avoiding her shaven triangle on to her thighs, her legs and feet before starting back up her thighs with the intention of now paying full attention to her erotic nerve centre.

As I came close to my goal, however she rolled back onto her front and spread her legs wide. "Bring me off, put your fingers in me, play with my g-spot."

I did I found the raised area and rubbed until I was rewarded with her short sharp gushes, the orgasm I knew she loved experiencing best. Now for my reward. I began to loosen my trousers.

"Close the door on your way out, time for me to get ready for this evening"

"But I thought Pete and Lance had gone"

"They have but plenty more fish at the seaside" she grinned.

I couldn't believe it, she was going to look for more guys, I thought that she would be exhausted but there seemed to be no limit to her appetite.

She appeared at her bedroom door shortly after 7pm. "How do I look?" She demanded.

She was wearing a red flared and lined skirt , the hem was perhaps six inches above her knees. Above the waist she wore a red lace blouse, beneath which I could see a red bra, clearly more of the goods bought by Pete in Leeds.

"Very nice " I said

"Nice! I'm supposed to look like a slut, it can take hours to get a guy to notice you if you look nice".

She went back into her room and studied her reflection in the mirror." it's this skirt, It's too respectable with the lining." she rolled it up beneath her skirt. As she did her stocking tops and suspenders came into view.

"You can't go out like that " I objected.

"That's the reaction I was wanting, fetch me a knife from the kitchen drawer" She began stripping the skirt from her body, I could see the open crotch panties that she had deemed "not naughty enough" come into view.

"You're not serious" I began as I handed her the knife but I was too late "RRRippp" went the lining, she put the skirt back on. I could now see the cut of her panties and the suspender straps though I had to concede two things, one it would show less in the dim lights of a pub and two it gave me an enormous hard on, especially knowing that her pussy was totally exposed because the open crotch but that was undetectable when standing. Her nipples too were covered but I knew that If she moved an arm then one or other or both would pop into view.

"Right, I 'm going now, you can follow if you like but you don't know me and I don't know you OK?"

" If by any chance I need you I'll let you know, otherwise just watch as much as you like"

With that she was gone. I watched until she reached the corner of the street and set off after her. But I lost her again.
(TO BE CONTINUED)

[Ramesh_Rocky]

It Was Only A Joke
LAST PART



Monica got back to the hotel at about 4. She said she wants to talk to me about this weekend; I was eagerly waiting for this conversation. We discussed for more than one hour. In that discussion she clearly said that from now on she wants to be the boss of my life if I want to continue our marriage with her. I had to admit to her that I have no problem to accept her dominance in our future married life. She was happy that I accepted her offer to become her slave. She said the only bit of it she regrets is how she behaved with me for the last two days. Other than that this week end is her dream comes true. She said Back home she intend to be Mrs. Respectable again but now as she have tasted other guys, she will definitely need more in the future . I had to promise her that I will take her to other sea sides areas say three times a year so that she can fuck and suck as many men as she will want. But she promised that in future she won't be nasty to me on those outings.
(THE END)

[Ramesh_Rocky]

NIGHT TALK


PART1

Sunita and I had been married five years and we went together for about five years prior to our wedding. I guess you could say we were childhood sweethearts. I had been with several girls prior to going with Sunita but she had been with only one other guy, as far as I know. Everything was going as planned with our marriage. We had both been working and saved enough money to start looking for our first home. Children would come next. My career, as an engineering designer, was coming along fine and Sunita was planning on being a stay at home mom as soon as the first of the kids arrived.

Sunita was as pretty as the day I started going with her. She had shoulder length black hair with long, thick bangs coming down to her eyes. Her eyes were dark and they shined when she laughed. She was only about five three but seemed taller because of the way she carried herself. She had well defined hips and a nice waistline. I myself was a tad average, nothing at all to talk about. I stood under six feet and under two hundred pounds. The best thing about me was that I still had all my hair. I jogged at least three times a week so I was in pretty good shape.

The sex was fine. Over the years we had tried just about everything and openly discussed what each of us liked and didn't like. I was happy with her sexual performance and I assumed that she was ok with mine. Life was good. The future was bright. It was bright until we had the night talk.

Normally when we go to bed we do one of two things, have sex or go to sleep. We have never lain in bed with the lights out and discussed personal matters of any type. It was a routine that we both seemed to be comfortable with. I know now why it was a good policy.

"Sunil, can we talk about something for a second?"

"What? Now? Can't it wait till tomorrow?"

She was silent for a moment.

"Sunil, Ravi Malhotra is in Kolkata for a few days. Would you mind if I saw him while he was here?"

She had my attention. Ravi Malhotra was the one guy that Sunita had had sex with other than me. He was a real pussy hound when we were in college. His family had money and Ravi always dressed smart and drove a fancy car while the rest of us guys were trying to keep our junk heaps running. The girls were all attracted to him and he had his pick of them. He would go with one for a few weeks and then dump her and pick up another one. The girls knew what he did but they still thought they would be the one. Unfortunately, Sunita was one of the ones that he used and dumped. He used to brag about his conquests to the other guys, which I found to be real low class. He was also supposed to be pretty good in the sack, and as far as I know none of the girls ever complained about his performance, including Sunita.

"Why are you asking me this now?"

"I just don't want to do anything that you might not want me to do."

"Where?"

"At the Dikkha Inn hotel's restaurant."

"Sunita, Ravi Malhotra is not one of my favorite people."

"I know, but we were friends back in college at Patna."

"Sunita, you weren't his friend, you were a notch on his belt."

She said nothing and the pause was maddening.

"When did he call you?"

"Yesterday."

"Why are you telling me now?"

There was another silent moment, longer than the first one.

"I am not going to comment one way or the other. You do what you want to do. Let your conscience be your guide." I always wanted to say that.

I rolled over on my side facing away from her. Things were quiet for a while and then I heard her very softly crying in her pillow. This was something that she never did before. I lay perfectly still so she would not know I was still awake. She whimpered to herself for a long time and then finally fell asleep.

It was the longest night of my life. Why would she be crying about my refusal to condone her meeting with an ex boyfriend? Why did she wait a whole day to tell me about his being in town? Why did he call her at all? The conversation we had was short and was not emotionally charged enough to bring her to tears. I was missing something. There was something that I did not understand. I tossed and turned all night trying to work it out. Of course there was an easy solution to my dilemma. All I had to do was ask her.

Did she already see him?

Why did she want to see him?

Was she planning on having sex with him?

Did she already have sex with him?

I was driving myself nuts. I knew that I could not ask her any of these questions. Anything I learned would be from information that she gave to me of her own free will, without my asking. I felt strongly about that and was determined not to give in to the easy way out. If she told me, it would be fine but I would not ask.

I looked over at the clock. It was almost five AM. I got out of bed and quietly went to the bathroom to relieve myself. I was still thinking. I tried some mind tricks to stop it but nothing worked. Before leaving the bathroom, I glanced over to the hamper. I slowly lifted the lid and looked in. Moving a few things around on top, I found a pair of black silk panties and a black bra. These were special occasion underwear. She wore them on birthdays, anniversaries and other times that were cause for celebration. The special underwear always meant special sex. Yesterday was not a special day. We did not have special sex. I didn't even get to see her in the underwear. There was only one more thing left to do. I slowly brought the crouch of her panties up to my face. There was no indication of any fluids or sex on the panties. I was relieved but remembered that that really didn't mean there was no sex.

All I knew for sure was that she had worn her black silk panties that day and I had to assume that she wore them so someone could admire her in them.

I carefully laid the bra and panties on the vanity by the sink. Making as little noise as possible, I got dressed and left the house.

The “New Coffee House” was always open. As I sat nursing my third cup of coffee my mind was still going a million miles an hour. I pushed away the plate of half eaten egg sandwich, paid the bill and had no idea what I was going to do next. Emotions were running rampant. First was the disappointment I was feeling for my wife's infidelity. Second and growing rapidly was the emotion of revenge.

Ravi Malhotra was wrong to call my wife. He was a smooth talker and a mother-choot. Just the thought of him invading the sanctity of my marriage was making me furious. A woman never forgets her first lover and because Ravi was handsome and rich it made everything so much harder to take. Taking vengeance on my wife was another matter. I knew what Ravi did. I was not sure what Sunita had done. Spirit and intent mean a lot to me. If she did anything, what was her motivation and what was she trying to accomplish. I didn't feel that I could condemn her till I knew more. Then again, I really didn't want to know more.

I was driving around aimlessly for hours until it was time for me to go to work. I finally convinced myself that I did not want to know what Sunita had or had not done. Knowing either way would have an effect on our marriage, possibly destroying it. I was determined not to let her explain her actions no matter how hard she tried, if she tried.

I was tired and depressed. I didn't want to go to work or any place else for that matter.

Sunita was awake by now. I was sure she found the bra and panties on the vanity by this time. I tried to envision what was going on in her mind but couldn't. There was too much going on in my own head to think about what she was thinking. She now knows that I figured out something had happened. I was not able to concentrate on my work at the office. About ten o'clock the phone rang.

"Sunil. Its Sunita."

"Yes." There was a short pause on the other end.

"I am going to go down to Patna at my mothers for a few days. Is that all right with you?"

"How long is a 'few days'?"

"About a week. Is that OK?"

"Sure. Give me a call when you are ready to come home."

"OK. Thanks." There was another short pause.

"Sunil, I love you."

I didn't answer. I quietly hung up the phone and sat in my private office and softly cried for the first times in years.

I took the rest of the week off using some accumulated sick leave. I knew I was going to do something dumb, I just didn't know what yet.

The most probable scenario that I could come up with was that Sunita had gone to see Ravi at the motel restaurant and then went to his room and had sex with him, for old times sake. After she got home she felt guilty and was trying in some fashion to admit to me what she had done. She waited till we went to bed so that I would be a little more responsive to her confession. It was already a done deal and she was trying to get some sort of left-handed approval from me to justify or compensate for her transgression. I didn't give her any slack and now she had a real problem. She knew that I knew that she was not being entirely truthful and she had no idea what to do next. Of course, I could be totally wrong.

I found the black underwear in the trashcan in the garage when I got home. I spent the next two days making myself more miserable. I stayed in the house and played the damn mind games over and over. I felt that Sunita and I had a special relationship and more than anything I wanted to keep it. Any confession on her part would crumble the trust between us. Any inquiries on my part would do the same thing. We were trapped. I felt certain that she would want to confess everything to rid her self of the guilt, and that she was willing to face the consequences that would come with it. I didn't want her confession any longer because I felt that it would destroy the marriage.

Sunita used poor judgment concerning the whole situation. Was she now a cheater, a dhokebaj or just a housewife who screwed up and regretted it? What was Ravi? He was a petticoat chaser who was going after married women who he felt were a sure thing, since he had had them before. He called my home, my sanctuary, to seduce my wife. It was pretty easy to figure out where my aggressions should be directed. I decided to take care of part of my problem the next day and I didn't give a damn what the consequences would be.

It was easy to find out what room Ravi was in. I decided a simple approach was best. I would knock on his door and when he opened it, I would shoot the son of a bitch. At this point I didn't care if I got caught or not. I wasn't going to make a big show out of it and thought that a low profile, in and out, would not be noticed. I decided to use my fathers Ruger .22 automatic. The problem today was I couldn't find the place where I kept my Ruger.22 automatic. I don't remember the last time I had cleaned my father’s favorite gun. We don’t have license for it so he used to hide it in a safe place. After his death I used to do the same thing after cleaning it. It is very risky to keep unlicensed guns in India but no one knows about it other than Sunita. I tried every place I may hide it last time but did not find it. I was adamant to see the end of this Ravi episode without caring abut the consequence. I then decided to hire a pistol from one of my childhood friend Dipak. Though he was a well known criminal now but he always behaved well with me when we used to meet in the Bazar everyday morning. I figured three hollow points in the heart and one in the head would do the job for Ravi. Finally I met Dipak and hired a pistol from him for Rs 500 a day. The next day I grabbed the pistol and took off for the Dikkha Inn.
(TO BE CONTINUED)

[Ramesh_Rocky]

NIGHT TALK


LAST PART

Well the next step in my plan didn't work out too well either. I arrived at the hotel to find the place over run with security officer cars. I put the pistol under my seat and got out of the car. I casually strolled over toward one of the security officer van. They were escorting a lady out of Ravi's hotel room. She had a blanket over her shoulder and a female officer had an arm around her. I was afraid to look. As they got closer to the security officer van I recognized the women. It was Chandana Malik, an acquaintance of ours. She and her husband, Bijay, had graduated from college with us. They moved up to Howrah so that Bijay could open up a car dealership. It was sad to see Chandana but I was relieved it wasn't Sunita. Chandana was also one of Ravi's old conquests.

As they put her in the security officer jeep I overheard one officer ask, "Did she see the shooter?"

"No, she locked herself in the bathroom. We had a hell of a time getting her to come out."

A short while later they brought Ravi out in a body bag. I can't say I was too upset about it, but I was looking forward to putting him there myself. Oh well, some days nothing goes right.

I picked up a pizza on the way home.

I used the rest of the week to catch up on garden work and some repairs around the house. I didn't feel like going back to work and now that my fun with Ravi had been sabotaged I felt some depression setting in. I saved the copy of the newspaper with the story of Ravis demise. The security officer had no clues and no witnesses.

I had the house spotless and a modest dinner ready when Sunita got home. It was a cool homecoming, just a modest smile from each of us, and a peck on the cheek. We ate dinner and chatted about how her mom and dad were doing. Both of us were being very careful not to talk about anything controversial. I cleaned up the dishes and brought her a cup of coffee. She sat quietly just looking at the fingers in her lap. Slowly she raised her head.

"Sunil, I need to explain to you what..."

"Sunita, I would rather not right now, please. Maybe another time we can talk about it. I had a rough week and I am really not up to it."

"But?"

"Please, humor me. Enjoy your coffee."

It was an awkward silence. I took the newspaper with the article about Ravi and handed it to her. She looked at me and read the paper without saying anything. She put the paper down and again looked at me for some sign of approval to speak. I gave her none.

"I think I'll take a bath and go to bed early. I am a little tired from the train journey."

"I've haven't been sleeping too good lately. I'll just catch a few winks on the couch. Good night."

"Good night Sunil."

I watched her go up the stairs as I took the coffee cups to the kitchen. It looked like it would be a while until things were back to normal.

After two weeks I moved back into the bedroom. After about six weeks we started to have sex again. It took four months until our relationship got close to normal. It would never again be the same but we got close. We didn't have any more night talks. We never discussed the episode with Ravi. Sunita got pregnant. We were both happy.

With a baby on the way we needed a new car, a SUV of course. I stopped by to see Bijay Malik. He was in the process of divorcing Chandana and wasn't at all shy about discussing it.

"It's a shame that she was locked in the bathroom and wasn't able to identify the shooter." I remarked.

Bijay gave me a funny look. I was trying to figure out what I had said that was wrong. Our conversation up to this point had been open and candid and it looked like I had tripped over my own tongue.

"Sunil, There was no mention of her being locked in the bathroom in any of the newspaper articles or on TV."

"Oh, well I must have seen it some place." I didn't want to tell him I had been at the crime scene.

"I have every clipping and all the information on what happened and that was not covered any where. The security officer kept that information secret to help them in their investigation. They also did not reveal that the shooter used an automatic pistol."

"I don't remember but I must have heard it some place."

Bijay stared at me without saying anything for the longest time. He knew that Sunita had also been a victim of Ravi's charm. Hell, everybody knew all the girls that Ravi had laid because he bragged about each and every one. A big grin came over his face.

"Sunil, I'm going to make you the best deal on the best SUV model on this lot. Come on, let’s go pick one out."

I assumed that Bijay had reached a conclusion as to where I got my information about Chandana being in the bathroom. He was wrong, but I didn't see any point in correcting him. Bijay eventually got his own Ford dealership and I got a great deal on a new car every five years for the rest of my life.

Sunita and I had two beautiful daughters. Our marriage continued to get stronger despite the one set back. When we attended social functions Sunita always tried to stay close to me. If at any time during the event some hopeful guy hit up on her, she would walk up to me, take my hand and whisper in my ear "Time to go."

I always knew what that meant. It happened a lot because Sunita was turning into quite the head turner. She was aging well. Some of our regular party hosts and fiends were aware of this little quirk she had and they started to react to it also. When they saw Sunita and I leaving early they would start an inquisition to determine which ass hole pulled the gaff and chastise the hell out of him. It became a regular party game in our circle of people. Once in a blue moon, I would take Sunita's hand and whisper in her ear. She thought that was hilarious but we left anyhow.


After 2 years of that incident, one day we got an invitation from one of our old college friend Reshmi, to attend a party of her 10th marriage anniversary. Reshmi was very closed to Sunita and me in college. So we decided to go to Patna to attend the party and way back we thought we could visit Sunita’s parents also. Many of our old college friends were invited there. It was like a college reunion with a lot of hand shakings and bull shitting. The affair went fairly well and we were having a good time. As the evening drew to an end a well dressed, well groomed, lady approached the table. It was Sonali Malhotra, Ravi's wife. She walked up to us, held out her hand and asked me to have a private talk. I looked at Sunita and she nodded it was OK.
"Ravi used to keep a pocket scheduling book. When the security officer returned his things to me, the book was included. I don't know why they didn't keep it or at least read it. I read the entire book, several times and then I destroyed it. I was waiting for this opportunity to personally thank you for making my last twelve years absolutely wonderful. My new husband is the greatest thing that ever happened to me and without you it never would have been possible."

I knew what she was referring to and I didn't have the heart to tell her she was wrong. I figured I had nothing to lose by letting her believe her fantasy. I kept my best “tin-patti” face on and let her talk. I am not sure what exactly was in his book but it appears that she was able to put a few things together and determined that I had set her free.

She leaned into me and gave me a gentle kiss on the cheek. I glanced over and saw that Sunita was watching intently. I walked Sonali to her seat and a large menacing man stood up.

"Sunil, this is my husband, Nikhil Malhotra. Nikhil I'd like you to meet Sunil."

"Sunil, it’s great to finally meet you. Sonali and I appreciate everything that you did for us." I thought my hand was going to turn blue because he was squeezing it so hard.

"I am glad to see that things worked out so well for you guys. I hope you have a lot of good years together." It was hokey as hell but I was at a loss. I smiled and gave a little nod with my head.

Walking back to my table I noticed that Sunita was sitting with her head down fiddling with her fingers on her lap. She did that when she was nervous. As I sat down she started to talk. I put my index finger and thumb together and slowly drew them across my lips. She gave me a soft smile and didn't say anything more about it.

We were both tired and next day we got back to Kolkata. There was a little bit of discussion about what went on during the evening but nothing about Sonali. We got home, checked on the kids and hit the sack. I turned the lights out after giving her a quick peck on the cheek.

Everything was quiet but I knew she wasn't sleeping.

"Sunil?"

"ha?"

"What did Sonali said to you?"

"Sonali told me that she and her new husband were very happy and that I should thank you for her." I lied.
The dark bedroom was very quiet. Sunita lay very still and very silent. I couldn't even hear her breathing.

"Sunita?"

"Yes?"

"What the hell did you do with my fathers Ruger .22 automatic?"

"Good night Sunil."
(THE END)

[Ramesh_Rocky]

SEX, LIES AND CONSEQUENCES


PART1
"Mr. and Mrs. Choudhury" the nurse called. "The doctor will see you now. This way, please."

We followed her into Prakash's office, me admiring the sway of her trim hips, Menka poking me in the ribs as she saw my gaze.

"Sunil, Menka, please, have a seat," said Dr. Prakash Mathoor, a friend and neighbor for years.

"Look, I have good news and bad news. The results of your test have come back, Menka. It appears that you have an especially virulent and uncommon case of vaginitis. That's the bad news. The good news is that's it's certainly treatable, but in your case, treatment will take a few months. Sunil, the bad news for you is that that part of Menka's anatomy is out of bounds for you for at least 4 to 6 months.

We both breathed a sigh of relief that it wasn't more serious than that. While I was a bit disappointed, I realized that my disappointment didn't go very deep. It's not as if we had a passionate sex life, in fact, it was very mundane and sporadic. I looked over at Menka and was a little surprised to see a small smile come to her lips then vanish quickly.

"Whew," I exclaimed. "Thank goodness that's all it is......"

Menka interrupted, "Explain the treatment, Prakash. I hope that it doesn't involve going to the hospital.

"No, no, Menka. I will give you a prescription for vaginal suppositories. You are to insert one every morning after your shower and at night before bedtime. This is the treatment recommended and it's more than 99 percent effective. You'll be fine," assured Prakash.

So, with prescription in hand, we left Prakash's office and headed for home. I asked Menka if she wanted me to fill the script for her, but she shook her head and told me that she would take care of it. We drove in comfortable silence and I gave some thought to the fact that I wouldn't be having intercourse with Menka for almost half a year.

It's funny, while I was a little upset; I found that I didn't have a deep sense of disappointment. I found myself a bit surprised that I was only a "little" upset. I glanced over at Menka and again found myself proud of how she had managed to keep herself so trim and fit. We belong to the club at our community and Menka has taken full advantage of their facilities to keep toned. Damn, she looked good despite her 45 years. I really believe that she weighs no more now than when we first married. Also, her early morning I hour treadmill certainly helped her maintain a sensible weight.

So why was our sex life so boring? I know that I'm now almost 50, but that shouldn't mean that I should be virtually celibate. I still had no problem getting it up, so to speak, so why didn't I find having sex with Menka more exciting? I knew that I still looked fairly good. I was just a bit heavier, but the extra 10 pounds or so was well distributed over my 6 foot frame. My dark hair was still full, although there were a few silver strands showing at my temples. Shit, I thought that made me look distinguished.

Damn, when we were first married, and even for years after, we screwed like rabbits. Okay, by the time we entered our 40s we did slow down a bit. Instead of 4 or 5 times a week, we were still being intimate at least a couple of times a week. But it wasn't only the frequency of sex, it was the quality. We had been loving and we showed it. It was my fondest desire to make sure that Menka had orgasms and fully enjoy intimacy, and I truly believe she felt the same way. We loved doing for each other.

We'd been married now for almost 25 years and they have been, at least in my mind, very good ones. We met through a mutual friend my first year out of law college. I almost swallowed my tongue the first time I saw her. About 5' 5" tall, a beautiful figure, short, light black hair and flashing gray eyes. The whole package almost had me hooked. We hit it off immediately, dated for a year and married. The children came rapidly. Menka wanted children and she wanted them as soon as possible. Rahul was born a year after we married and Soni 15 months after that. Menka took the appropriate maternity leave and went back to work as soon as we were comfortable leaving the kids in day care. Rahul's now married and Soni is a doing her graduation in college.

But things had very gradually changed over the past few months. Our coupling now was almost mechanical. Menka would not initiate sex and when I did, she would comply, but with little enthusiasm. That kind of response can deaden one's desire, as it did mine. I guess it was just easier to not approach her. I just didn't enjoy making love to a woman who might as well be sleeping.

I sighed and thought to myself, "I guess it won't be all that tough for me to stop having intercourse with Menka. It's not as if it's been all that wonderful anyway."

The next week was busy for me. I am a lawyer and a partner with a firm in center city and we were scrambling to put the finishing touches on a proposal for a prospective client. Landing this one would bring in a bundle of cash to the firm, so I was leaving the house early and coming home late. Thank goodness I had Sonali Desi, another partner in the firm, working with me. She was sharp and perceptive and I knew that the success of the project would be in no small part due to her participation.

Menka understood, she had been through times like this before and she understood how it worked. We would be frantic for a couple of weeks, and then things would settle down and we could resume a normal life again.

Menka was busy herself. She would leave for work not long after I did. She worked for the same medical supply company since graduating from college and was now a senior sales associate. Her income still amazed me, it ran well into six figures. You can guess that we lived very well.

It was on a Saturday, a couple of weeks later, that I managed to get a splinter in my finger while puttering in the garage and I couldn't get the damned thing out. Menka wasn't home yet, so I went upstairs into her closet and looked for her sewing kit for a needle to pry the sliver out. I then discovered, wedged behind a piece of luggage, a shopping bag from Westside mall. My curiosity got the better of me and I took the bag out and looked inside. I removed the box and opened it. Wow, a gorgeous negligee, transparent and very short. A very brief pair of panties accompanied it.

"oooooo," I thought. "My sex life is going to be picking up. I'll not spoil Menka's surprise." So I carefully repacked everything and put it all back where I found it. Now all I had to do is wait until Menka completed the treatments. When that was done with, we would celebrate in style. I hummed as I returned to the garage, totally forgetting about the splinter.

A few weeks later, as we were sitting watching the late news one evening, I turned to her and asked, "Menka, when you're in Muzaffarnagar tomorrow, could you stop and get some cake from the PapaaJi’s Bakery?"

I loved that stuff. You see, Menka would drive into Muzaffarnagar every Friday to supervise a production unit of her company. A few months ago she had decided it would be easier to stay over in her company guest house and drive back to Delhi Saturday morning. That was better than fighting the traffic Friday evening.

I was a little taken aback to see a flash of annoyance cross her face.

"I'll try, Sunil, but you know how busy I get when I'm in the Muzaffarnagar, so don't get your hopes up," she replied rather sharply. She then turned her attention back to the T.V.

What the hell was that all about? I wondered. I didn't mention it again, but I noticed that she returned on Saturday without my PapaaJi’s cake and also without any mention of it. I was irritated, but decided not to make an issue of it. I was aware that our relationship over the past few months was not exactly loving. We tended to get annoyed at each other at the slightest provocation. I wondered where the love and caring had gone.

I started to wonder about our marriage. Is this what my future was going to be like? The indifference, the boredom, the lack of any meaningful intimacy, and I don't mean only sexual. For the first time I began to contemplate a future which looked rather bleak. It was in this frame of mind that I waited for an opportune time, a time when we both were relaxed and lounging in our rooftop at Sunday.

"Menka, I really need to have a serious conversation with you," I began.

Menka looked up at me with that same flash of annoyance. This time I just ignored it and bulled my way forward.

"You have to realize that there's obviously something wrong with our marriage. We don't seem to care as much for each other as we once did. We argue about silly things much more than are good for this relationship. Instead of conversations, we walk around almost ignoring each other. " I paused briefly and then asked, "Menka, are you having an affair? Do you still love me?"

I saw her tense and her eyes harden briefly. She arose, came over to me and seated herself close to my side. "Oh Sunil, don't be silly. You know that I love you," she said softly as she reached to caress my cheek.

"And you're right, of course. We are drifting apart; we have to remember why we're together. I have to remember. I'm sorry, Sunil. I know that I have been difficult to live with lately. I don't know why that is, but things will be different now. I think I needed to hear how you felt. Thanks, sona," she murmured as she bent over to kiss me briefly.

I felt reassured, I really did. I recognized that all marriages go through something like this, a time when spouses take each other for granted. Fortunately, we saw that and we would take steps to overcome the ennui. So why was I uneasy? And why did Menka never meet my eyes as she professed her love for me?

Things did change and the next couple of months were dramatically better. Menka was much more solicitous and took the time to do the small things that mean so much in a union. I was happy that I had had that conversation with her. In fact, the very next Saturday, she brought home a PapaaJi’s cake for me. I was tickled pink with her thoughtfulness as well as the cake.

Then, almost imperceptibly, the kind and gentle Menka started to disappear again. Slowly, the indifference and coolness returned. I have to emphasize, there was never an overt act of cruelty, no anger, no acts of viciousness or spitefulness That would have required some passion. That was the nub of the problem as I saw it. All of the passion had vanished from our marriage.

I was at a loss. I really didn't know what to do, what further steps to take. I wasn't about the have the same conversation. I decided to just take a breath, step back, and try to find a reason for Menka's withdrawal. Could it be that she was just complacent after almost 25 years of marriage? Or was it something more serious?

It was in this frame of mind that I began to become more observant. Yeah, it was in the back of my mind, way in back and I tried to keep it there, but the first creeping doubts about Menka's fidelity came slithering out. I was pretty sure I was being foolish, but the uncertainty was there. No use trying to pretend. But this was a stretch, I told myself. But was it? She certainly had ample opportunity to stray. I shook my head, admitting that I may be becoming paranoid.

Just to reassure myself, the following Friday I again went into Menka's closet, searching for that negligee. It wasn't there, it was gone. I felt my heart rate go up, but I sat back and tried to calm down. I then went into her dresser and found her underwear drawer. I found it full of underwear, amazing. I really started to feel foolish, almost like a character in a romance novel - the dorky, unsuspecting husband. I then proceeded to her walk-in closet. I stood still for a moment, overwhelmed with the vast array of clothing.

I then turned my eyes to a wall of shoes, all neatly stacked on shelves in their boxes. On a sudden impulse I pulled a boot box out from the bottom of a shelf. It was oversized and she had half a dozen of them. I found the negligee. There were no tags on it now, nor on the panties. They had company. There was a collection of sexy and provocative underwear there and in two other boxes. Three of the large boxes were filled with bra’s.

I suddenly sat back and tried to catch my breath. I was having problem in breathing, like all the air had been sucked off the planet. At the bottom of the last box I had discovered a small, circular container of pills. Small, purple pills - a months supply. I knew what they were; she had taken them before my vasectomy almost ten years ago. Birth control pills, and a months supply, none missing. Was this a stash for when she used up what she had hidden somewhere else?

It looked like all of my questions were answered, all of my doubts confirmed. I finally had the answers I needed, my confusion resolved. So why was I feeling like shit? I blinked away the tears that had started to fill my eyes. I fought back the nausea that threatened and took long, deep breaths. I quickly but neatly put everything back as I had found it and walked out of the bedroom and down the stairs. I thought, I needed a clear head. I walked out onto the terrace, sat and began to think.

I tried to steel myself. I tried to put my thoughts in order and come to some decisions concerning plans for the immediate future. I couldn't - I just couldn't think straight. I felt my insides churn. I felt myself sweating, flushing and then turning cold, shivering. I felt inundated, overwhelmed with a sense of desolation and sorrow. It actually felt like my life had ended. I loved this woman with every fiber of my being and she had deliberately and coldly betrayed that love.

I started to feel another emotion - anger. No, not anger, rage. I shook with ire; I saw that I had clenched my firsts, digging my nails into my palms. So I sat there, for what seemed like hours, but was probably no more than 30 minutes or so, alternating between sorrow and rage.

I thought about divorce and knew for certain that that at least was going to happen. I'm not a divorce lawyer, but I knew that this state allowed fault and no-fault divorces. I also knew that adultery was good cause for a fault divorce. Her rights to the distribution of our assets would be impacted negatively. I also realized that I really didn't give a shit. We both had money to spare - I didn't want to go through the hassle. But I did know that I needed hard evidence, evidence that I didn't as yet have.

My brain had started to work again. I began making plans, tentative, but at least I had started to think. A thought stuck me and I headed up the stairs again. I entered the bathroom and looked at Menka's "stuff" around her sink area. I didn't know what half of that crap was. I started to rummage carefully through the small bags and plastic boxes. At the bottom of a large make-up bag I found what I was looking for. A small, circular container of the birth control pills. It appeared that she would take her daily pill while occupied in the bathroom - clever. There were 5 pills left - it looked like she would soon be using her hidden stash.

I didn't know if this was going to work, but it would be an interesting experiment. I quickly went to her closet and pulled out the appropriate box, reached in and extracted the full container of pills. I then rushed downstairs, emptied all of them into a glass dish and placed them in the microwave oven. I nuked the suckers for 60 seconds. I then took the pills out and examined them - I didn't see any change and breathed a sigh of relief. I carefully placed each pill back in the container and carefully put it back in the shoe box. I had no idea if I had destroyed the effectiveness of the pills, but the next few weeks were going to be very interesting. I had another thought and ran up the stairs and got her remaining 5 pills and nuked them also. I had a stray idea; perhaps I should apply for a research grant from Tata Institute for Fundamental Research.

The weekend was uneventful. Since Menka was paying so little attention to me anyway, I was able to react normally. I stayed away from her as much as possible on Saturday and Sunday and she took no notice of that. A pretty good indication of the state of the marriage.
(TO BE CONTINUED)

[Ramesh_Rocky]

SEX, LIES AND CONSEQUENCES


PART2

It was with a sense of relief that I went into the office on Monday morning. I was sitting at my desk, just staring out of the window, when Sonali walked in.

"Okay, Sunil. What's the problem? I know you well enough to know when's something's gnawing at you. Talk to me, pl."

I looked at her fondly. What a terrific girl. She's been with the firm for over 8 years now and I thanked our lucky stars that we had the good sense to hire her. Now, due to her work ethic and intelligence she had made partner. Of course, I was the first to admit, her good looks and great body didn't hurt either. She was in her mid 40s and had divorced a short while before starting work here.

I thought for a few moments and wondered if I should confide in her. You see, over the past few years Sonali had become rather close to Menka, they had become very good friends. They even managed to get together every couple of weeks for lunch or shopping. Despite, or maybe because of that, I went ahead. Maybe, in this case, two heads would be better than one.

"Menka's having an affair and I think that it's been going on for awhile now."

Sonali's mouth had dropped open. She looked kind of funny sitting there like that. Her mouth snapped shut and she then said, "Okay, Sunil. Why do you think that"? The lawyer in her had taken over.

So I gave her everything that I had. How our relationship had slowly gone downhill, my discoveries on Friday of, but not what I had done to, the little purple pills. I don't know why I didn't tell her about that, but kept that a secret for the time being.

Sonali sat, thoughtful, for awhile. " What are you going to do, Sunil? I would urge you to give yourself sometime before taking any drastic action. Get yourself together, this is still very fresh so make sure that you act sensibly." Then, with a puzzled look in her eyes, she said, "Tell me again about her medical condition,"

Her mobile went off and she muttered, "Shit, my client is here. I have to go. But Sunil, keep me informed. Let me help however I can. I'll stop by later, I want to ask you a question."

I nodded and thanked her as she sped off. I knew what my next step was going to be and I pulled the phone over and punched in a number.

"Good morning, Sarkar's" a female voice answered.

"Hi, Aditi. It's Sunil Choudhury. Is Tarun in?"

"Oh, hi Mr. Chudhury. I'll ring him for you." she replied.

In a few seconds, Tarun Sarkar came on the line. "Hi Sunil, how are you/"

"Not wonderful, Tarun. I need your services and sooner rather then later. Can you come over now?"

He heard the tension in my voice. "I'll see you in around 30 minutes, Sunil."

True to his word, Tarun Sarkar was sitting in a chair in my office as promised. I felt better just having him near. He was the head of a private investigation service that the office used quite frequently. Tarun was efficient, discreet and very ethical, or as ethical as you can be considering his profession. I gave Tarun all of the facts and my suspicions, again not mentioning what I had done to the birth control pills, and I wondered to myself why I was not sharing this. What the hell, it had no bearing on what I would eventually do anyway, I rationalized.

Tarun sat and only interrupted to ask a few questions occasionally. When I had finished, he just shook his head. "Damn, Sunil. I'm really sorry; I don't know what else to say, but that's neither here or there. I'm assuming that you want definitive evidence of any infidelity, right?"
I just nodded, unable to speak. This was now heading into another phase, a rather sordid and unsavory phase.

"Based on what you've told me, the weekends, from Saturday afternoon until Monday morning, are not in question." Tarun continued. "So we have to monitor your wife's activities from Monday until she leaves for Muzaffarnagar on Friday morning. Let's see if there's anything out of the ordinary during those days. You realize, of course, that it's her time in Muzaffarnagar that we have to examine very carefully. What Guest House does she use?"

I gave him that information about her company guest house and he seemed pleased. "Very good, Sunil. I know the house keeping manager there and I'm sure that we'll be able to cover everything that happens during the time that she's there. I'll be getting back to you as soon as I have anything."

He rose and turned to leave, then stopped and looked at me with sympathy in his gaze. "Look, Sunil. Just hang in, don't do anything out of the ordinary. Can you do that?"

I again nodded. He shook his head and walked out of my office. I sat there, a little shaken. This thing was now taking on a life of it's own. I had lost a bit of control and I felt a bit lost. I tried to examine my feelings for Menka. I found that I loved her, but I also hated her. I hated what she was doing and I hated her betrayal and her infidelity. I wondered if I would be able to forgive her. Forgive her fucking someone else. Forgive her for betraying our marriage vows. Forgive her for the humiliation I felt. Forgive her for the lies and contempt she has shown for our marriage. I smiled bitterly, I would miss the PapaaJi’s cake

The week was difficult at the office and at home. It seemed that I couldn't keep my mind on the things that needed my attention at work. At home it took everything I had to maintain a semblance of normality. Actually, it wasn't all that difficult. As usual, Menka seemed preoccupied. I'm not sure she would have even noticed if I had a heart attack and died in bed.

Tarun called me in the office on Friday morning. "Sunil, I have nothing for you at the present. Menka's activities have been entirely normal, nothing out of the ordinary. We're now going to concentrate on what she does in the Muzaffarnagar. I have spoken to my contact in the Guest house and everything is covered. I'll get back to you Monday morning. I have your cell phone number and I'll call you on Saturday with a preliminary report. Is that ok?" he asked.

I indicated that that would be fine. I dropped the phone on its base and swallowed. This was coming to a head now and I was frightened, frightened of the future. I realized that I would have to make decisions. I had been putting it off. I realized that I would have to begin giving my future some thought, but first I wanted to hear from Tarun.



I was in the garage Saturday afternoon putting a garden spade away when my cell phone vibrated in my pocket. I looked out and saw Menka in the kitchen. I answered it - it was Tarun.

"Hi, Sunil. It's not good news. Let me give you some information, you'll get a DVD and two copies and our complete report plus two copies Monday morning in your office. Is that okay?"

I muttered an assent and found my hand trembling a bit. He paused and continued.

"Menka checked into the Guest House around 10 a.m. Friday morning. A Guest house worker took her bag up to her room. She visited two large medical practices and then had lunch around 12. After lunch she visited a dental supply house where she spent about an hour and a half. She returned to the Guest House around 3, went up to her room, undressed and showered. She did not dress after her shower, she just threw on a lightweight Nighti. She called down for a coffee which was delivered about 20 minutes later. A guy showed up around 4"

Tarun cleared his throat. "The guy's name is Prakash Mathoor. He's an MD and lives not far from you. I assume you know him." Tarun stated more than asked.

"Okay, Tarun. Make sure to send over to me everything you have on Monday. I'll take it from there, and Tarun, thanks, I appreciate your help." I managed to get out.

We said our goodbyes and I clicked the phone off. I was not surprised, I had already figured out who she was fucking. My first clue were the little purple pills. I knew that she needed a Rx for them and I also knew that Prakash was her gynecologist. The clincher was the bullshit about her vaginitis. Sonali had clued me in about that and I had checked the Internet. Getting over that condition seldom took over a week, and never 6 months. So it wasn't too difficult to put two and two together and I sure wasn't getting five.

They must have gotten a real laugh about cutting me off. The poor schmuck of a husband not getting any loving from his devoted wife while she's screwing another guy's brains out. A light suddenly went on in my head. I was finally aware of why I had not shared what I had done to Menka's birth control pills. I was ashamed of myself. After all, that really was a rotten thing to do. But guess what, I was no longer ashamed. The shame was gone - fuck her, fuck them both.

The anger had taken hold now and was keeping my sorrow and grief at bay. But the anger I now felt was not the rage that had consumed me. This was a cold, calculated and bitter fury. I wanted to strike out at both of them, I wanted them to hurt as I now hurt. Menka had proved to be a betrayer and her lover no better. He had a wife and a profession - he risked much for an illicit piece of ass.

I am by nature not a devious man and I made no devious plans. Whatever action I would take would be straightforward and direct. I had no need to be devious. My plan was simplicity itself and would prove to be as devastating as the most nefarious plot. Now the trick was to act as if I suspected nothing. I just had to be my usual pleasant and unsuspecting fool of a husband. I think I may have gotten a Film fare awards for how I controlled myself during that weekend.
(TO BE CONTINUED)

[Ramesh_Rocky]

SEX, LIES AND CONSEQUENCES


PART3


I left the house early on Monday; I was gone before Menka was out of bed. I just couldn't bring myself to face her again. I got to the office early, make myself some coffee and sat at my desk and waited. People began to drift in, but since my door was closed I was not bothered. I notified my secretary, Pam, that I would not be accepting any calls except from Tarun Sarkar and that I would be expecting a package which she should immediately bring in to me when it arrived.

Ten minutes later my office door opened and Sonali walked in and plopped herself in a chair. Pam knew better then to even try to intercept her.

"Sunil, you know that Menka and I have become close friends. I fear for your future together. Talk to me, Sunil. Tell me what's going on, please," she pleaded.

"Sonali, for your own sake I'm not going to tell you anything. Things will be coming to a head very soon, you'll then know the whole story. Until then, I have to ask that you not get involved in this mess, for your own good as well as for mine. Do you understand what I'm telling you?" I said as I looked directly at her.

Sonali nodded and I noticed the tears in her eyes. She rose and turned to me. "You know that I'll do whatever I can for both of you. But also know that I won't abandon Menka."

"You're a good friend, Sonali. I know that you'll do whatever you think is best," I replied quietly.

A few minutes after Sonali had gone, Pam entered my office with a package. I told her that I wanted to interruptions for the next couple of hours - no calls and no visitors.

I have to admit that I had a lump in my throat as I unwrapped the package. Inside the plain, brown box were the three reports from Tarun as well as the three DVDs. I opened my laptop and inserted the disc. It opened with a view of a typical Guest House room with a king sized bed in the middle of it. I could see a portion of the bathroom and noticed the large mirror over the dresser. I then saw a Guest house worker enter the room carrying a piece of luggage that I recognized as my wife's. He placed it on the floor and I then saw his back as he turned to leave. There was no view of the door or arch into the room. The time stamp told me that it was 10:20 a.m.

The screen flickered and I saw Menka enter the room. The time read 3:03 p.m. I watched as she shook her office bag from her shoulders and dbangd it across a chair. She looked at herself in the mirror and smoothed an eyebrow. She then proceeded to remove her saree and unbutton her blouse which she threw in the direction of the chair. My eyes narrowed as I saw the bra she had on. The bottoms of her breasts were barely supported by the half bra, leaving her nipples exposed. They looked distended, probably by the friction of the blouse.

She then removed the lace of her petticoat and stepped out of it. She pulled the panties off of her hips and let them fall to the floor. I took in a sharp breath when I saw that she had shaved her pubes. She was as bare as a baby. She moved into the bathroom and I saw her perch on the john. There was the sound of her tinkling and then she wiped herself briefly, rose and moved out of sight. I then heard the shower turn on.

It wasn't long before I saw Menka return to the bedroom drying herself with a large bath towel. I had to admit that, even after all the years, she had kept her body firm and fit. Her breasts had little sag in them and her stomach had just the slightest roundness. Below her stomach her hairless mound of venus appeared to be almost obscene, almost as if it was borrowed from a prepubescent young girl. I suddenly realized that for the first time since I bedded this woman, her nakedness did not arouse me. I didn't have a hard-on, all I felt was bitterness and anger. She threw a lightweight short nighti on and poured herself a glass of water and turned on the TV.

I fast-forwarded the disc until I saw a male enter the bedroom with a small case in his hand. The time-stamp read 4:04 p.m. I saw Prakash Mathoor approach Menka who was sprawled upon a chaise. They had yet to say a word. He stood by her as she smiled up at him and slowly opened her thighs revealing her shaved pudenda under the folds of the Nighti.

I heard him gasp, "Ummmmm, Menka. You did it. Ufffffff, it looks great. Don't move a muscle, stay just as you are."


I watched him quickly shed his clothing and kneel by the foot of the chaise. He face was inches from her pussy. He then moved forward, extended his tongue, and slowly allowed it to slide along the lips of her labia which were now becoming quite moist. He then buried his mouth in her crotch and it wasn't long before I saw Menka tense, clutch his head in her hands, and orgasm. It was almost clinical, as if I were watching a porn movie. No, not even that, it was as if I were watching two animal’s rut.

I saw them both rise and move to the bed where they snuggled for a bit. I was suddenly aware that there was almost no conversation between the two, almost as if this was such a common occurrence for them that words were not necessary.

The camera must have been planted so as to give a view from the foot of the bed. I saw Menka reach down and grasp her lover's cock, stroking it slowly. She then moved down and engulfed the head of his cock. Her mouth moved slowly up and down his shaft and I could streaks of her saliva coating the flesh of his prick. I then heard her murmur, "We don't want to waste that erection, Prakash. I have something warm and snug waiting for it."

With that I saw her move astride him. I watched as her ass moved slowly above his erection. I watched as she bent over a bit, grasped him and placed the head of his dick at the entrance to her pussy. I watched as she slowly lowered herself. I saw her lips spread to accommodate the invasion of his cock. I saw her slowly sink upon him until he was fully imbedded.

I tore my eyes away from the screen. I couldn't watch and my vision was blurred by my sudden tears. I felt myself hyperventilating and I struggled to calm my breathing. It was a few moments before I could bring myself to watch the activities in that room again. I saw that their position had changed - he was now on top of her, his ass moving rapidly up and down. He tensed and I heard him mutter, "Ohhhh, I'm gonna come. Ohhh, I'm coming, coming, coming." Moments later I saw him fall beside her, exhausted. In the brief moment before Menka closed her legs I saw her pussy wide open, semen flowing out and down the crack of her ass. Sure, no condoms necessary.

I shut down the DVD, removed it from the laptop and placed it back in its sleeve. I took the reports and the DVDs and locked them in my office safe. I had absolutely no desire to see any more and I really had no interest in reading the detailed report that Tarun had sent to me. I just sat and gazed out of the window. I felt totally numb, almost like I was out of body. I recognized that I was in shock and I struggled to regain my mental equilibrium. I took a deep breath and I knew what I had to do.

The tasks I had set out for myself that day and the days after seemed to calm me. I kept busy with my plans and with the day to day activities that were work related. I was now grateful for Menka's continued indifference and withdrawal. It made it easier for me to act the unsuspecting husband. Thank goodness I wouldn't have to keep up the act for too much longer.

On Wednesday I called Tarun Sarkar. "Tarun, can you get me a key for that room in Muzaffarnagar?"

He knew exactly what room I was talking about. "Whoa, Sunil. Calm down. I don't like what I'm hearing. You're smart enough to recognize the foolishness of doing anything violent."

"Tarun, I assure you that I have absolutely no intention of becoming violent. I just think that it would be most appropriate if I showed up there and had a little conversation with my wife and her lover. I absolutely promise that there will be no violence. Trust me, Tarun."

There was a pause on the line and I heard the hesitation in his voice. "Ok, Sunil. I'm trusting you on this, please don't disappoint me. I'll get the key over to you by Friday morning."

"Thanks, Tarun. I owe you big time," I said before I replaced the phone on its base.

True to his word, a messenger delivered a sealed envelope early on Friday. I kept busy that morning with mundane tasks then told Pam that I would be out for the rest of the day. She had my cell phone number and would contact me if absolutely necessary.
(TO BE CONTINUED)

[Ramesh_Rocky]

SEX, LIES AND CONSEQUENCES

PART4


I slipped behind the wheel of my car and headed out to the highways. I had timed the drive so that I would arrive at the Guest House about 4:30 p.m. I parked my car near the guest house and I looked around as I entered the lobby. The Guest House looked nice, and quite. The lift took me to the 2nd floor and I quickly made my way to their room. I put my ear to the door, but heard nothing.

I quietly unlocked the door and peered in. The door opened to a short hallway with a closet on the right. Beyond that was what appeared to be a small living room. This was obviously like a suite and I heard them from the doorway leading to the bedroom. I moved silently to the partly opened door, opened it further and looked in.

They didn't notice me; I doubt if they would have noticed if M.S Dhoni and his hole Indian cricket team had entered the room. Mathoor was in the midst of an orgasm and he was gasping out the last of his ejaculation. Menka was groaning and her hands were clasped tightly on his shoulders. Ufffff, could I have timed this any better?

"Bravo, bravo. What a performance. Is an encore possible?" I spoke uo loudly while applauding. It was as if a bomb had gone off in the room. Mathoor jumped from between Menka's legs and was standing by the bed clutching a portion of the sheet with which he covered his groin. Menka had grabbed the remaining portion of the sheet to her chest. Her eyes were wide with fright and she had turned an interesting shade of gray as she recognized who was standing in the doorway. Mathoor just stood there, mouth agape. Menka had lowered her eyes. I casually moved into the room and took a seat on the chair.

"Ok, Mr. Mathoor. I won't use the term Doctor because it remains to be seen how long you'll be able to retain that title. You have two options which I will explain in detail. Option one: You will close your practice and move out from Delhi. Out of state also includes suburban cities, that's too close. May I suggest Muzaffarnagar; that way you'll still be able to meet my soon to be ex-wife and resume your weekend activities. I'm sure that she would be terribly disappointed if you did not continue fucking her every Friday and Saturday. You will have 30 days to get out.

"Option two: If you refuse option one, I'll bring immediate suit against you. I will also petition the Licensing Board to revoke your license to practice medicine in this state, which I predict would certainly limit gaining access to your profession elsewhere in the country. I don't think that they condone a physician screwing his married patients. I will also provide your wife with ample evidence in any divorce action she takes. You have 60 seconds to make a decision or I will decide what action to take." I raised my wrist and looked at my watch.

After a few seconds I heard him grate, "You son-of-a-bitch."

I raised my eyes in mock surprise. "That's not an answer. You have 20 seconds left."

"You win," he had sagged, his features drawn and frightened now. "I'll move." I saw him shake in anger and frustration. He knew that he really didn't have much of a choice. I had his balls in a vise.

"Wise choice - now get dressed and get the fuck out of here before I change my mind." I snarled.

He quickly dressed, grabbed his bag and without even a glance at Menka, departed.

As the door slammed behind him, I turned my attention to my wife. She was still sitting up in the bed with the sheet still clutched to her chest. I noticed her pallor. Her eyes were still averted, she would not meet my gaze. I saw one tear coursing down her cheek.

"Menka," I began. "I'm not going to ask why you destroyed our marriage. I don't want to know the reasons behind your adultery. I really don't give a shit about the reasons for your betrayal.

I continued. "I fully intended to destroy you. I intended to bring all of the evidence of your infidelity, written and visual, to court. Our children would have been horrified and your reputation irrevocably shredded, which would have effectively ruined your career with your firm.

"But, I'm not going down that road. I realized that by doing that I would be descending to your level and I would lose my self respect. So I'm filing for a no-fault divorce. I'll let you explain to the kids why we're splitting up. I have already rented an apartment and all of my things should be moved in by the time I leave here. I don't want you contacting me under any circumstances, either in person, by phone or by mail. I would really prefer it if I never saw you again. Right now the sight of you sickens me. Any necessary communication will be through my attorney. The necessary papers will be delivered to you on Monday morning."

To her credit she didn't start with the stale excuses. I didn't hear "oh, I'm so sorry - it was just sex - I love you, not him - I've never done this before - please forgive me - it'll never happen again - I was bored - it was just a fling." I heard none of that sorry shit. She just sat there, pale as a ghost, with her head down. For a brief moment I felt sympathy for her, but I quickly cast that aside.

I rose, looked at her one last time, turned and quickly walked out of the door and out of her life.


Since the divorce was uncontested, it went through relatively quickly. Mathoor had kept his word (like he had a choice?) He was gone in less than a month, his practice sold to a new physician.

Menka had made no attempt to contact me which was a relief. I wanted to put this whole sorry mess behind me as quickly as possible. Did I grieve? Of course I did - it's not easy to move on after being in love with and married to a woman for almost 25 years. Did I have doubts about the action I had taken? No, I knew that I had no other option. So there were many nights that I just stared, unthinking, at television images until the boredom drove me to a sleeping pill and bed.

Then, on a Sunday afternoon, a few weeks after the final decree, my son showed up on my doorstep. "Hi Papa," he said as he put his arms around me and gave me a hug.

"Rahul, it's good to see you. Where's your wife? Is everyting ok?" I asked worriedly.

"No, Papa, everything is not okay, in fact it stinks and I need to talk to you. Soni wanted to come, but I convinced her to let me do this. I didn't want you to think that we were ganging up on you."

"Oh, oh," I thought. "Here it comes." I led my son into the living room and asked if he wanted something to drink. He shook his head and took a breath.

"Papa, Mom is a mess. We're really afraid for her health. She has lost too much weight and she has become a virtual hermit in the house. She told us all about her affair and has accepted the fact that the divorce is totally her fault, but you've got to do something. She's killing herself."

This is not the first time I had heard of Menka's deterioration. Sonali had forced me to listen to her a couple of weeks earlier. I pulled my chair closer to Rahul and tried to explain my predicament. "Rahul," I began. "I could go and see your mother, but it would be futile. She would be able to tell in a second the reason why I had come. She would see that I was there not because I wanted reconciliation, but because of the pressure exerted upon me. I could actually make the situation worse. "

"But why is that impossible, why can't a reconciliation take place? Rahul interrupted. "Papa, Mom is truly sorry. She is ashamed of what she has done. Why can't you at least try to get over this? Why can't you even accept counseling? Why are you being so intransigent."

"Son," I began. "I'll try to explain, but please, just listen and try to understand. I have given that subject a lot of thought and I'll attempt to explain to you why I feel as I do.

"First of all your mother's infidelity was not a one time event, a temporary loss of judgment, a tipsy, unfortunate mistake that she hadn't planned or anticipated. Her affair was a cold, calculated affair that had been going on for months. She knew what she was doing and the possible consequences. She also knew what the discovery of her adultery would do to me, her loving husband - how it would totally devastate me.

"There is a very good reason why a certain phrase is inserted in almost all wedding vows. It was in mine and it was in yours as well. That phrase is 'forsaking all others.' I know that it sounds trite and old fashioned, but I now understand how important those words are - how critical they are to a marriage.

"Rahul, a marriage is built on love, commitment and trust. I really don't think that anything is as sacred as the physical union between two loving, committed adults and I truly believe that that cannot be shared because sharing it minimizes that love, that bond. That which is shared becomes less valuable and less significant. When a man and a wife join they become one, a union more significant that any partnership. When a spouse breaks those vows and shares himself or herself with another, they in effect are saying that they really do not value their union with their partner. He or she is saying that the physical intimacy in a marriage is not all that important or significant, it can be shared. I cannot accept that.

"Also, it isn't just the adultery, the infidelity that is difficult to overcome. It's also the lying, the cheating, the betrayal, the humiliation that is heaped upon the unsuspecting partner, the total lack of respect shown for the unsuspecting spouse. The cheater is, in effect, saying that the spouse is stupid, deserves to be betrayed, and that their union really does not have all that much value. The cheater may not recognize this motive, but it's there just the same. I truly believe that once the trust is destroyed, the union is over. If a partner cannot be trusted, then the foundation, upon which any partnership is based, is doomed.

"I know that many may view my stubbornness as bullheaded and intolerant - the bitterness of a fool who refuses to give his wife an opportunity to prove her love and loyalty. They may be right, but I can't help how I feel. I deeply feel the betrayal, the humiliation, the lessening of a sense of myself as a man and a husband. I just can't get over that, Rahul. I just can't."

"God, Papa. Don't you love Mom anymore?" he asked tearfully.

I couldn't help it, tears started streaming down my face. "I still love your mother, Rahul. That's the hell that I have to live with every day for the rest of my life." I choked out.
(TO BE CONTINUED)

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[Ramesh_Rocky]

SEX, LIES AND CONSEQUENCES
LAST PART


Sonali made attempts to speak with me about my divorce. She had remained close to Menka and was giving her whatever support she could. I quite calmly but emphatically told her that it was a topic that I didn't want to talk about. She got the message and dropped her attempts to get me to open up. Until, one day in my office........

"Sunil, please don't say one word. There's something that you should know and I don't want you to interrupt me." Sonali then took a deep breath. "Sunil, Menka is pregnant!"

I sat there with my mouth open, totally shocked. Then it hit me, I had completely forgotten about how I screwed around with her birth control pills. I hadn't really thought that what I did would prove so effective. Conflicting feelings zipped through my head. The first was regret; I really didn't want to wish this on Menka. This news only made our separation even more inevitable. I just shook my head and sat back in my chair.

Sonali had kept her eyes on me as I reacted to her news. She saw the shock and surprise. "Sunil, you know Menka. She absolutely refuses to even consider an abortion. She has decided to have the child and then give it up for adoption."

"Well, Sonali. Perhaps she should contact Prakash Mathoor and inform him that he's going to be a father again," I replied bitterly. I was immediately sorry for that remark and told Sonali that.

"In any event, Sonali. There's nothing that I can do. As you know, money is not a problem - Menka has plenty and is perfectly able to take the time off to have the baby. I wish her well."

"Damn, Sunil. You have really turned into one cold, heartless bastard." she snapped at me and turned and walked out of my office.

I sat there, stunned. I'm the cold, heartless bastard? I'm the one who screwed around for months behind my wife's back? I'm the one that cut out all sex because of a made-up disease? I realized then that I'll never understand women. When push comes to shove, they band together. Well, that's good in a way. Menka has someone upon which to lean. Good for them both, they deserve each other.

Well, over the next few months Sonali and I managed to regain at least a semblance of a working relationship, and eventually we regained our friendship. She began to understand how dramatically Menka's unfaithfulness affected me, how devastated I was. She had been so wrapped up in trying to get Menka out of her depression that she had lost sight of her part in our breakup.

It was one day in my office that Sonali told me that she finally saw my point of view. "I'm truly sorry, Sunil. I had been so concerned about Menka and what was happening to her that I completely minimized how you must have felt and are feeling. There's no question that you have been treated badly. Menka finally got through to me how horribly she had acted. Please forgive me?"

"Of course, Sonali. I'm just happy that Menka has such a good friend in you. I'm sure that you're a tremendous help to her. I hope that she is coping better?" The question in my voice was obvious.

Sonali nodded. "Yes, it seems that her pregnancy woke her up and made her realize that there was a life to lead. She is far from happy, but she's coping. I think that she'll be ok. She's considering two couples as possible potential parents for the baby. She's trying to keep busy.

I smiled; a bit relieved to hear that my ex-wife was managing, but I really didn't want to hear any more news from that direction.

Despite my feeble protests in that direction Sonali managed, now and then, here and there, to let me know what was happening with Menka. She was managing, but was dreadfully unhappy. She was getting through one day at a time. She was doing ok because of the baby - she wanted to be healthy so as not to harm the baby, etc., etc., etc.

I was doing the same, getting through life one day at a time. What no one knew what that I was terribly unhappy also. I missed Menka, missed her with every fiber of my being. I actually, a time or two, thought about trying to reconcile, but I knew, deep down, that that wouldn't work. I just couldn't forget the cheating, the adultery. I knew that I wouldn't be able to get over that. That probably says more about me as a person than Menka. Was I really a cold, heartless asshole? Doesn't everyone deserve another chance? Questions like these buffeted me - drove me nuts. Yet, when the day was done, I knew that I wouldn't be able to forget or forgive. Maybe I was a bad person after all, or just a weak one.

Everyday ended the same. I would leave work and rush home to my apartment. I would have a sandwich or something else that was moldering in the fridge. Then I would sit down with my first scotch of the day. I would watch the news on the TV and nurse that scotch. When the glass was empty I would refill it with fresh ice cubes and nurse the second scotch. Many times there was a third and occasionally a fourth. I knew that this was not a good thing. Was I turning into an alcoholic? I didn't think so, but really didn't care all that much. It wasn't affecting my work, so fuck it. It made me feel better.

I was now 50 years old and my future looked bleak. I know, I know. I have a profession, I make a lot of money, I can buy almost anything, within reason, I want. So I lost my wife, so what. It happens every day to someone, somewhere. I knew I had better stop feeling sorry for myself and make some decisions. One thing I did know, I was bored, really bored with corporate law. I went into work with my ass dragging and left the same way. I thought about shifting into criminal law. I knew that I would need some retraining. I started to really think about it. I also started to think about chucking it all and retiring. Maybe I'd take a cruise around the world. Shit, I didn't know what I wanted to do.

Sonali and I continued our friendship. No, there was nothing romantic - she was just a very dear friend, to both Menka and myself. She also remained a link between the two of us. A link I wasn't sure that I wanted, but was now reluctant to break. Sonali continued seeing Menka regularly, for lunch, some shopping, etc. - whatever women do.

One early afternoon, I was walking past a small eatery near my office, when I decided to stop in and get a cappuccino to go. As I waited at the counter, I glanced into the dining room and there sat Sonali and a very pregnant Menka. They didn't see me, but this was the first sight I had of my ex-wife since the confrontation in the Guest House room. I suddenly couldn't breathe; it was as if a giant iron fist had grabbed hold of my chest. I stumbled out of the door and, as quickly as I could, made my way back to my office.

I sat behind my desk and tried to regain control of my breathing. Goddamn it, it wasn't fair. Why should I have to suffer like this? Menka's betrayal should have extinguished any love I had for her. Why did the very sight of her cause me such pain? Shit, I was a complete mess. Was this the way my life was going to go?

For the first time since my break-up, I thought about seeing a shrink. Everyone had recommended that I do so, but I had ignored any such suggestion. I didn't think I had a problem - now I wasn't so sure. Was it actually possible that I could forget and forgive? I really didn't think so, but I also knew that I was miserable. I had to do something.

I don't know how long I sat there, ruminating. It could have been ten minutes or two hours. I looked up and saw Sonali standing in the doorway, leaning against the jamb.

"I saw you, you know," she said quietly. "I saw how you staggered out of the place. No, I didn't say anything to Menka, I saw no need to. Sunil, you've got to do something, you're going to drive yourself crazy."

I knew that she was right. I had to do something, but I wasn't yet sure what to do. I looked up at Sonali and she could see that I wasn't a happy camper.

"Sonali, do me a really big favor and just let me be for awhile. I know that I have to make some decisions, and I will, but right now I need to be alone, ok?"

Sonali nodded and left, shutting the door behind her. I just sat and stared at the closed door. I didn't know what the fuck to do. Then it came to me, I suddenly knew what I wanted to do. I wanted to get the hell away. Away from Menka, away from Sonali, away from the office. I needed a goddamn vacation. I know, not a huge epiphany, but real just the same.

I called the senior partner and told him that I was taking some time off. I had nothing pressing anyway and he asked when I would be back. I told him I had no idea. He chuckled and told me to have a good time. I went down, got into my car and I drove home, packed a couple of suitcases, and a garment bag. I was on the road by 5 p.m, headed to words Shimla. After reaching there next day I went into a real estate office, asked about accommodations and rented a very nice, furnished one bedroom condo with a wrap around balcony right near the mountain. I paid for two weeks up front and was moved in by the afternoon. I went out and bought some basic groceries. I thought about getting a couple of bottles of good scotch but decided against it. I wanted my head to be clear.

I enjoyed myself, I really did. I went out to dinner every night and had breakfast and lunch on the balcony of the condo. I started jogging on the beautiful Lon during the early morning and then walked through the city.
So, for about a week I sat and argued with myself, I jogged and argued with myself, I walked and argued with myself. I was miserable without Menka, that was a given. If I somehow managed an attempt to reconcile with her, I strongly suspected I would still be miserable. I seriously doubted that I would be able to forget and forgive.

What were my alternatives? I could try to get on with my life, try to forget Menka and how she fucked her lover in the bed of that Guest House. Shit, I tried that, I was even more miserable.

Another option would be to move, move away from that region of the country. Perhaps move down here in Shimla. That option looked very attractive to me. I had plenty of money, perhaps I would even get a license to practice here and open a small office. It would be easier to move on and forget.

But weren't the years together with my wife worth at least an attempt to get over her infidelity? I knew that I loved her, so why not at least give in and seek counseling, perhaps even see a shrink. Could I do that? Was it possible that I could get over her adultery? Or perhaps the easiest answer would be to just chuck it all and move.

I cursed, I swore, I sweated. I was on the horns of a dilemma, and I was tired of riding that bull. It took almost a week before I calmed down and become rational and that was when I came to a tentative conclusion about when I should do.

It was in the early afternoon when I picked up my cell phone and turned it on - it had been off since I left the office for my "vacation." I called Sonali at the office.

"Hi Sonali, it's me, Sunil," I tried to keep it light and sweet.

There was dead silence for a couple of seconds, then she erupted. "You rotten son-of-a-bitch," she screamed. "How dare you scare the shit out of me that way. How dare you disappear without a word to anyone."

I tried to tell her that I had cleared my absence, but she just keep yelling at me. I waited until she finally ran out of breath and interrupted.

"Shut the fuck up, Sonali. I had to get away, don't you understand that. You yourself told me I was going nuts. I just wanted to get away to think, to try to come to some conclusions. Shit, I needed to get away," I said plaintively.

Sonali was quiet then she answered softly. "Ok, Sunil, I guess I understand. We can't talk now, I have someone waiting to see me."

I quickly told her that I would call her that evening. She interrupted and said, "I'm going out for dinner with Menka tonight, Sunil. How about I give you a call after I get home, and keep your cell phone on."

I received a call from Sonali at exactly 7:16 p.m that evening. "Sunil, Sunil," Sonali was breathless. "Sunil, Menka hemorrhaged at the restaurant. God, there was blood everywhere. The restaurant administration called ambulance. The paramedics just put her in the ambulance. I'm following to the hospital. I'll call you as soon as I know anything. Keep your phone near you."

"Sonali, what hospital? What did the medics say? .............." But I received no answer, Sonali was already gone.

I paced, I sat, I went out on the balcony. At exactly 8:36 p.m., my cell phone rang. It was Sonali and she was sobbing.

"Sunil, there were complications," she managed to get out. The last words I heard, before dropping the phone, was Sonali wailing "Sunil, she's dead, Menka's dead
(FINISH)

[Ramesh_Rocky]

A SINFUL SWAP


PART1

It was a wonderful day at work. I was on my way home and I was now on vacation for two weeks. As I drove home I thought about all of the stuff I was going to have to pack for our vacation. My wife and I were taking our step-daughter and new son in law to Manali to do a little skiing.

I met my present wife Dipika 2 years back in a medical conference at Delhi. My first wife Sunita died in a terrible car accident 10 years ago. I am a doctor by profession; actually I am a well known heart specialist. My wife Dipika is also an M.D. But after our marriage she left her practice and started staying home fulltime as a complete homemaker. I did not force her about this; she decided quitting her practice on her own will. Anyway at 40 she is still quite attractive and sexy. Her first husband, Dr. Manish divorced her when he found her in bed with his best friend. Dipika always says that it was the greatest mistake of her life. Before our marriage she confessed everything about her past to me. I ignored her past because I was in hurry to marry her as soon as possible and take her to my bed. But I must say in the past 2 years of our happy marriage life she was totally faithful and devoted to me. Our understanding was good and our sex life was awesome. At this age of 40 Dipika still fucks me at lest 4-5 times every week. Now let me come to the actual story.

As I got off of the highway and I made my way through the neighborhood I had my list formulated in my head.

Once I was home, I was alone so I took a bath and began to pack my bags. I saw Dipika already had her bags packed and looked ready to go. I decided to peek into my wife's bags to see is she packed any of her sexy stuff. She certainly did. She had few low cut sexy blouses and some erotic panties, a couple of her favorite transparent saree’s along with her jeans, and her birth control pill’s. Wow I thought to myself, it is going to be a fun vacation. I finished packing and put my bags along with my wife's in the living room by the front door.

About 15 minutes later my wife came home from the neighbor’s house. She asked the neighbor to watch our house and to get our mail to make it look as if we were home so we wouldn't have a break in. The neighbors were happy to do it. My wife, as you know, who is only 40 came over to me and sat on my lap and kissed me. She told me she was glad we were going to take a trip to get away from home. She kissed me again and again and she said she wanted to show me how much she appreciated it as she slid off of my lap onto her knees in front of me. Dipika unbuttoned my pants and pulled my zipper down. I raised my ass so she could pull my pants down to my ankles.

She crawled between my legs and began kissing my belly ever so slowly kissing her way down towards my now rock hard cock. I felt her soft lips as they touched the head of my cock. Then I felt the hot sensation of the inside of her mouth on my cock as she went down farther on me. I told her that our daughter and son in law were going to be here any minute. Her head began to bob up and down a little faster. I ran my fingers through her hair and held her head. I knew they would be here soon so I figured I better cum quickly. I closed my eyes and began to fantasize that it was my sexy step-daughter Shweta giving me head. My step-daughter Shweta is very pretty and sexy. She looks very similar to my wife.

I soon felt that tingle in my balls and I fantasized Shweta was looking up at me with those dark brown eyes as her tongue slid across my cock from my balls to the tip. Just then I began to cum. I pumped jet after jet of cum into my wife's mouth. Her head never came off of me and she swallowed the entire load. Just then our daughter and son in law pulled into the driveway. I pulled up my pants and stood up. My wife stood up and grabbed her bags and walked out to greet them. If only they new that my cum was in her mouth. We all piled into their car and left.

It was going to be a long ride there. We had to drive well into the night and then into the early morning hours. My wife and I were in the back seat while our son in law was driving and Shweta sat next to him. Dipika decided to lay down to get a nap. She positioned herself so her head was in my lap. Well, my wife didn't have a nap on her mind. She quietly unbuttoned my jeans and pulled my zipper down. Oh my god I couldn't believe how wild my wife was acting inside the car with our daughter just a couple feet away. Dipika pulled my stiffening cock out and began to quietly suck it. Bingo! I was hard as steel again. Dipika just laid there licking the underside of my cock. It felt wonderful. Soon I felt pre cum dripping down my shaft but my hungry wife licked it clean.

I felt that familiar feeling in my balls and my wife knew I was about to cum. She pulled my cock into her mouth just as I came. Again Dipika swallowed everything. I looked up to see if they had noticed and I thought I saw Sandeep, our son in law looking at the action in the read view mirror. My wife quietly tucked my cock back into my pants and quietly zipped them back up. With the position in which my wife was laying allowed me easy access to her most private parts. I started by massaging her breasts through her sweater. Soon however I had to slide my hand up under her sweater. I quickly found the front clasp of her bra and skillfully unhooked it. Now I was able to slide my fingers under her cup and caress her soft breast. I could feel my wife's nipples harden under my palm. I played with her breasts for a few moments like we were two kids in high college again.

Finally I removed my hand and loosened the knot of her petticoat. I quietly pulled her saree slightly from her soft belly. Now I was able to slide my hand into her petticoat. It was already loosen but when your step-daughter and son in law are in the front seat and you’re trying to be inconspicuous about it well, that's about as much as I was going to get. I wasn't able to get good penetration from this position but I was able to rub her slit and clit. Using my hand which was down her petticoat and inside her panties I quietly began to slide my hand up and down. Her slit became very wet. I could feel her clit stiffening as I continued.

Her breathing became a little heavier. I don't know if it was the thought of being in the car with other people or what, but my wife came quickly. Now this was difficult for Dipika because she is a screamer and moaner. When she cums she usually lets everyone in the neighborhood know she is cumming. But this time was different. Our daughter and son in law were in the car with us and my poor wife had to cum and not make a peep. Dipika buried her face in my lap and came. My lap muffled the little sound she made and I don't think anyone up front heard her. I withdrew my hand and tightened the knot of her petticoat and pulled down her saree to cover her soft belly and deep naval.
(TO BE CONTINUED)

[Ramesh_Rocky]

A SINFUL SWAP


LAST PART

We dozed off for a while and then when we woke up we were pulling into the ski lodge. We all walked into the main office together and waited behind another couple at the service desk. Finally the other couple left and went to the desk. We signed in since we already had reservations. The man at the desk gave us two sets of keys and told us we had cabin 237. He told us to just drive up that secondary road as he pointed to it and it would be the last cabin on the left. We piled back into the car and drove down the road. Soon we were at our cabin. It was a small quaint looking cabin from the outside. We entered and were amazed at how nice the place was. We were all so tired from the drive and it was really late so we just crashed and fell asleep.

The next day came and we all hurried up to get to the ski lift. We had a fun filled day skiing. The resort also had a sled run so we headed for that. It was a blast. My wife and I went down on the sled together and nearly wiped out on the first turn. Soon we were all tired from the day’s events and we decided to make our way back to our cabin. On the way back Sandeep asked me if I minded switching room with them. He said he just preferred sleeping in the back of the cabin as opposed to the front. I said sure, no problem. When we arrived at the cabin it was already dark. We all took a hot showers one after another and some how I was last one. The water was lukewarm at best. What a bummer. After freezing my ass off all day I was really looking foreword to a hot shower. I just dealt with it and showered quickly. We all decided that we would eat then sit around the small table and play cards. By the time I got out of the shower and dressed the women already had dinner prepared. Sandeep and I quickly switched our luggage from one room to the other. We made our way into the living room of the cabin and sat down to eat. We ate some chicken pakora’s and some other fries. My wife and Shweta were sitting in their nighties and Sandeep and I had on just Bermudas and tee shirts.
Dinner was over and we broke out the cards. We also broke out the alcohol. Shweta walked over to the attached restaurant in the ground floor and brought a fifth of Bacardi rum and a two liter of Coke back with her. Let me tell you my step-daughters nightie left not much to the imagination. The hem was just below her ass and left quite a bit of cleavage showing. Come to think of it as I looked at Dipika they had the same exact nightie on. I asked them about the matching apparel and they said they went shopping for them the other day. I complimented them on their purchase and we started playing cards.

Soon we were nearing the end of the first bottle of Bacardi and we were all feeling quite well. This time Dipika went to the Restaurant counter and brought another bottle and another two liter of coke back to the table. As we played cards we continued to drink. About half way through the second bottle I couldn't drink any more. Dipika and Shweta were just giggling and carrying on. Sandeep and I both had enough and we excused ourselves to go to bed. The ladies said they would be in shortly and they wanted to finish their drinks first. Sandeep went to his room and I went to mine. I undressed to nothing as my wife and I always sleep naked. I climbed under the blanked and closed my eyes. The room had a slight spin to it from all of the alcohol. Soon I dozed off.

I was awakened shortly when I heard the bedroom door close. I heard footsteps leading to the bed and I heard a nightie falling to the floor. I dozed back off for a moment only to wake up again to the feel of a soft hand caressing my chest. Soon the hand slid down my hip and thigh and then back up to my chest. The hand slid down my thigh again. By now my cock was nearing full attention and rock hard. This time the hand slid across my balls. I felt my wife's finger nails drag along my balls and then up the underside of my cock. It felt magnificent. She kept using only her finger nails to tease my cock. I was enjoying the sensations when I realized something. I froze. My wife doesn't have long finger nails. In fact she chews hers off. I thought to myself for a moment. Could it be??? Could it be the long finger nails scbanging the underside of my rock hard cock were those of my step-daughters??? Could my fantasy be coming true? If this was my step-daughter then where was my wife??? I thought to myself, Oh my god, my wife and daughter must not have known we changed rooms!!! Then I realized where my wife was. I heard moaning coming from the next room! Sandeep was fucking my wife and didn't know it.

I couldn't stand it any more. The thought of my step-daughter dragging those sexy long red nails over my cock was all I could take. She must have sensed I was going to cum. Shweta re-positioned herself on the bed. I was about to blow a wad on her sexy fingers when I felt something out of this world. Just as I came I felt something warm sliding over my cock. I started pumping cum out and I realized Shweta had taken my cock into her mouth about half way. She sucked on my cock and swallowed every drop like she was drinking through a straw. The thought of my daughter swallowing her step-fathers load kept me rock hard. Especially since she thought it was her husbands cum.

Before I knew it Shweta got up and straddled my chest. I could feel her wet pussy sliding across my chest as she made her way up to my face. As soon as she was in position, my step-daughter sank her pussy down on her my face. I reached up and cupped her ass, her oh so soft and firm ass. I pulled my step-daughter closer to me as I tongued her pussy. She tasted magnificent! I could hear my wife moaning next door and that really turned me on even more. I probed my tongue into my step-daughters hot wet hole as far as I could. I kept caressing her ass as I lapped at her pussy. I let my hands wander down the back of her legs and then down to her calf's. God my fantasy was coming true. I slid my hands back up her sexy legs to her ass and pulled her closer to me. I began flicking my tongue over her now engorged clit. I heard Shweta’s breathing getting heavier. I continued using my tongue to lick from the base of her clit to the top. She began to moan loudly. I pressed my lips over her clit and sucked on it. That was it. My step-daughter began to tremble and cum. Right in the middle of Shweta’s orgasm I pressed a finger on her ass hole. She just about screamed from the sensations. I did it! Shweta began to shoot off a string of multiple orgasms. Soon she came a fourth and a fifth time. By now the tip of my finger was inside of my step-daughters ass hole and she came again. I drank all of her juices as they flowed out of her pussy and onto my mouth.

My step-daughter pulled off of my face and moved down my body. She straddled my lap and then sank her hot wet pussy down on her step-fathers cock. Shweta leaned down and kissed me. It was no father daughter kiss that's for sure. After the first kiss I had my tongue in my step-daughters mouth. Shweta was a very skilled kisser. Our tongues continued to dance in each others mouths. Shweta began to slide her hot cunt up and down on my rock hard cock. Soon Shweta sat upright and began to do some serious riding. I reached up and cupped her breasts and fondled her nipples. Her nipples were slightly longer than Dipika’s and I couldn't stop playing with them. But Shweta lowered them to my face as she rode me and I lapped at her hard nipples.
I bit on her nipples and scbangd my teeth against it as I pulled my mouth away. Shweta moaned her approval. I reached up and cupped both of her tits and pressed them together and took both of her nipples into my mouth at the same time. This time I sucked on both nipples at once and my daughter began to cum again. Her pussy was slamming up and down on her step-fathers cock as I sucked her nipples. I felt her whole body trembling as she climaxed. My step-daughter rolled off of me and rolled onto her back. I rolled over and was in between her legs. Her legs were parted and I slid my cock right into her wet hole. I began to pump my cock in and out. I lowered my head and again kissed my step-daughters mouth hard. I reached to my sides and grabbed her by her ankles and raised her legs up to my shoulders. As soon as her legs were up on my shoulders she began to cum again. I thought to myself that my step-daughter is a real nympho. I kept pounding her wet hole and soon her orgasm subsided. Shweta got off of me and positioned herself on her hands and knees. I grabbed a hold of her hips and moved closer. My step-daughter reached under and grabbed my cock and pulled it to her wet opening. I pushed a little and was back into her hot pussy. I got into a good rhythm as I thrust my cock in and out of Shweta. But now Shweta stopped. I just froze as she pulled off of my cock. I thought to myself, did she realize that I was not Sandeep? Instead she reached under and took my cock in her soft hand. She guided my cock back to her but only this time it was at a higher position. I couldn't believe it. Shweta wanted me to fuck her in her ass. Since my cock just came out of her pussy it was well lubed. She lined up the head and it was pressing on her ass hole. Immediately I heard her breathing change.

I pushed a little and I felt Shweta relax as my head slid into her ass hole. I could hear the head board banging up against the wall in the other room and I knew my wife was getting hammered good. I continued to use mini strokes. Slowly in and slowly out. Soon I was half way in my step-daughters ass. I proceeded slowly and in no time at all I was in all the way. I began to slowly fuck Shweta in the ass. Soon she began to push back at me as if to get fucked harder, so I began to thrust a little harder. I reached under Shweta and pinched her nipples. Her heavy breathing now changed to soft moans. I continued to tweak her nipples as I fucked her ass.

Slowly and seductively I slid my hand from her breasts to her stomach and then down to her navel. I ran my fingers through her pubic hair until I reached her pussy. It was dripping. I rubbed the slit of Shweta’s cunt as I rocked back and forth pumping my cock in and out of her ass hole. She began to moan loudly. I started rubbing her clit with my finger. Just then I felt that familiar tingle in my balls. I was going to explode soon. Just then Shweta started to cum violently. I rubbed her clit while I filled her ass hole with my cock. I thought to myself my god my step-daughter was kinky. That was all I could take. I began to cum again. This time I came in Shweta’s ass. Wave after wave, spurt after spurt I came inside my Shweta’s ass. Shweta collapsed onto the mattress and I rolled off to the side and laid next to her.

I fell asleep. When I awoke I was alone. I put on my Bermudas and went to take a shower. After showering I went to the living room and there were my wife and my step-daughter, each one sleeping on two separate couches. Both of their asses were exposed as their nighties were up high around their waists. Soon Sandeep came out of his room and we all met in the living room. Everyone acted like nothing happened. I think Sandeep thought he fucked his wife and I think my wife thinks it was me banging her last night. But I know that's not how it was. The women never knew Sandeep and I swapped rooms last night.

As we ate breakfast I looked at my step-daughters hands and sure enough she was the one with the long nails. I looked at my wife's hands and there were no nails. Looking back at Shweta’s hands I could see my dried cum on her red glossy finger nails. It was then that I knew for sure that we sinfully swapped partners.
(FINISH)

[Ramesh_Rocky]

FOR THE BETTERMENT OF MY WIFE

PART1

My wife Manju and I were high college sweet hearts. We used to stay in the same residential area and used to meet at every social function in the locality. I knew her from my kinder garden college. Our parents new each other very well and they were “neighbors turned to friends”. Over the years the bond between us increased gradually. Now, Manju is not only my love but also my best friend. We understand each other very well and I have a very clear idea of her likes and dislikes. Our marriage was successful at first because I knew how to make her happy and she always allowed me to decide what’s good for her. She trusted me more than her life. Things changed when we found out that our first child Chinki (now 9 years) was mentally handicapped. We were struggling to cope with the situation when another disaster hit us. Two years back our second child Pinku died in a terrible bus accident while returning from college with Manju. Manju could not handle the pain and her nervous break down started occurring frequently. But I took help from the best doctors of the city and help her to get out from that situation. But frustration was her biggest problem. She completely lost interest in life. She was loosing weights and her health was deteriorating day by day. Once she even tried to commit suicide but luckily her attempt was unsuccessful.

I tried every possible ways I could found to make her happy and bringing back her interest in life. Sex between us was very irregular. She lost interest in sex too.


Last year, a friend of mine was visiting from Bangalore and was staying with us for few days. His wife remained at home, far away. Actually he was transferred from Bangalore head quarter of our office to our city branch. He was staying with us and searching for a good rented apartment near our area. One evening we all went out to dinner. Manju, was dressed in a long blue kurta over white tight round payjama over her sexy slender body. I knew she wore a white lace bra, the outlines of which just peeked out from beautiful tight kurta encasing her incompressible hemispherical breasts. All throughout dinner I could tell that my friend was absolutely charmed by her looks. He seemed particularly fond of Manju's attention in his conversation. My friend from Bangalore was also a very good looking and handsome man. On that night, something was keeping my wife excited too. My friend was certainly not above stealing glances down her top and at her lovely mounds. Every time I saw him doing so it, sent electricity to my groin. Not only that, internally I was very happy when I saw that my frustrated wife was enjoying and having some fun after a very long time.

I had an idea! The last few years were like a long nightmare to us. Our sexual life was boring and dull. “Let’s take the help of this welcoming situation”, I thought in my mind. I then started to think how will she react if I propose Manju to be his bed partner for tonight? When my friend got up from the table to go to the gents room, I leaned over to Manju and said that how would she like to put her pink saree to work in night like old days?" She got a big smile on her face and said,” no no! Not tonight, no chance! ." I replied “not for me! “WHAT” Her mouth dropped open and her eyes widened. She was speechless. She had understood what I meant. She had insisted to buy that very expensive shear pink saree from Mumbai 10 years back. I agreed with the condition that every time she wears it she would let me fuck her as per my wish. She could wear it 3-4 times in the last 10 years or so. It was still in the pack like a brand new saree.

Before she could answer, my friend returned. We ordered ice cream and I found god was helpful to me that night because Manju gathered up some nerve and decided to spice up the conversation responding to the excitements of life. "How you are going to live so long without your wife! ”she asked seductively. My friend little amazed didn't know what to say. I laughed and said looking in her eyes that it was unfortunate that we do not have assistance here. Unmistakably our mind was conveying through eyes.

When we later got up my friend deliberately let her move ahead and lustily watched her beautiful wide hips below narrow waist as she moved through the door.

We arrived home at 11 pm. My friend asked if we could wake him up early so that he could run some preparations in the morning for his day’s meeting. Manju said sure, she would take care of it. We all took our turns in the bathroom and prepared for bed. My friend made mention of how comfortably he had slept the previous night and that the old wood big bed was quite a nice change. Manju suddenly said "but it squeaks.” My friend shot a glance at me. "I am a silent sleeper!”, I answered quickly. Getting a nasty idea he blushed and smiled at her.

I went into our bedroom and Manju followed. I decided to push her on it. "Well….now are you ready for it?” I asked her seductively. She knew what I meant and her heart began racing. She was terribly excited that night after a long time. A twinkle in her eye had accepted that. I went to her and held her hand. It was cold and damp. A confused look crossed her pretty face. It was now or never for me, so taking a deep breath I slipped my spare hand onto her payjama, racking the fabric, tracing the cleft of her trim little bottom. It was hot, pulpy and soaked. Trying to hide her condition, she tried to pull away, but I had her in a tighter grip by then. In my best ' Masterful voice,' I asked her just how badly he has agitated her, burrowing my finger hard into the crease at the back of her payjama. Holding my breath, I whispered in her ear " please pink saree for him!. "Unable to sustain any more, without a word Manju went to the closet and got it. She unbuttoned her kurta, moved it up and then I saw her wearing a matching pink blouse slowly dropping her bra over her breast. She then unfastens her payjama and peeled it to floor. I could understand that below her pink blouse her nipples were now fully erect. She had complete intoxicated eyes, heavy from what I had filled in her mind. I was getting harder and harder too. She was shaking slightly. Looking at her while she was being ready to sleep with another man, was too much for me. I reached between her legs and again felt her female heat. She would be too much for any man to resist, but I restrained myself. Her full bosoms in saree were visible like moon mounds. Little shaky and moving little away she whispered, "please! " I responded by giving her a deep wet kiss, caressing her wide sexy mounds, turning her around to face the door and giving her a gentle push and murmured huskily "have all the fun and give him the best of you.” She turned her head and looked towards our daughter Chinki who was sleeping on our bed. I understood her concern and signaled her through my eyes that I will watch her. Actually our daughter needs help every time she goes to toilet and because she was mentally handicapped we never kept her alone. We had one lady attendant to take care of her in the day time.

Manju turned the door handle with unsteady hands and went out into the hall. She crept down the lobby to the guest room door, not looking at me knocked gently on the door.
(TO BE CONTINUED)

[Ramesh_Rocky]

FOR THE BETTERMENT OF MY WIFE

LAST PART

Manju turned the door handle with unsteady hands and went out into the hall. She crept down the lobby to the guest room door, not looking at me knocked gently on the door. It was open a jar. She let herself in and I heard the surprise in my friend’s voice. But Manju did not leave the room. I crept over to lobby and then to guest room’s closed cracky window and knelt down to listen. They were just beyond it! I heard the two of them whispering back and forth for few minutes. Then…….. Suddenly all silence.

All that was audible was the rustling of bodies and sound of deep breathing. I could only imagine that they were hugging each other impatiently standing beside the bed and kissing. Perhaps slowly and gradually her pink saree was peeled off. A certain “UMMMM” sound from Manju followed by her deep breath made me understood that her blouse was taken off by my friend, and she reveled her womanly secrets to him. After a moment of silence again a faint sharp pained moan came from her…………" seeee....eee." One thing would be certain, Manju would be getting her nipples pinched by him. Her big black nipples, by which she used to feed our children ware surely hard and increased in size. Soon enough, the bed squeaked in jumble as they stepped in it. Manju let out a deep sigh and before long I was listening to her moans every few minutes. I knew she was being eaten between her thighs. For the first time in my life I felt the electric mix of shock, jealousy and humiliation but internally I was happy as I heard my wife's erotic faint cries. Yes…. this time I was successful. She was responding to the excitements of life again. I slowed the pace of my fingers over my glistening erection and waited. After about five minutes they moved around some more and in no time I heard my friend let out an "ahhhhh." Manju must have just enveloped his manhood with her fingers, perhaps taken his penis into her mouth. I had idea of friend's massive bulge, I pictured by the bulge that he had a large mushroom head. Then I felt a shiver as I remembered something he told me that once erect he constantly leaked fluid from his slit. I was wondering if Manju was soon going to be hit with his cream or she would relish its shape as it penetrated her. It was so erotic, I felt almost coming.

His moans began in earnest and I could only imagine my wife's breasts and hair flipping back and forth as she sucked him. Finally he let a sharp cry and presumably was busy ejaculating. She would never take it in mouth but was probably going to catch some in the face. I was ready to spill my seed but I knew I had to hold out. I waited for nearly twenty minutes before the second helping began. A warm humiliation came over me as I heard the first of the squeaking of the bed springs. I began to fondle myself and turn the humiliation of my wife's so called unfaithfulness for another man into arousal, even though I had allowed her. I could hear from the rhythmic creaking of the bed frame that she was being penetrated. From this point on he would know her intimate folds. Soon they came to ecstasy of wet friction and to climax with her muscles contracting around him. I wonder how I would have felt if I could have seen exactly what was happening.

"Oh YESSS!! Ahhh! AHHH!! " cried Manju as the bed began hitting the wall. Beds leg joints began squeaking furiously as she received his thrusts. Then they slowed and I heard vague whispers. I was constantly on the verge of shooting. There was some moving about again and slowly the beds squeaking started up their noisy refrain. But this time Manju’s vocalizations were much clearer. I tried to calm my heartbeat so I could hear with the utmost clarity. Then it occurred to me. She had gotten on all fours and was receiving him from behind with her face near the window! So, few moments before they were whispering just to discuss the styles of fucking that the will try next. What a sweetheart! Doggy style!..... My god…… we never tried this. How could she is so comfortable in that position?
"Oooohhh! slow ….sl..o w.....please! Mmmm. Ahhhhh. nehi!! " At her urging the fucking began to take slow pace. Then it increased again when she whispered something to him. The bed began hitting the wall hard and the leg joints sounded as if they were going to break. Manju was grunting in short bursts. I imagined that her breasts must be slapping back and forth as my friend pushed himself from back in and out, in and out, in and out, in and out, in and out. Then he began "Ohh. Ohh!" Manju responded " "mum…mum…mum…mmun….yeeee mum …! OH please!! n..na..oooo!! OH no!!!" She then let out a tremendous noise as she climaxed on his glistening, thrusting pole. Then my friend signaled his pleasure "Mmmmmmm. Yeahhhh! Mmmmmm! Oh, Mmmmmm!" as he was no doubt squirting a good quantity of semen into my wife. Manju let out a long sigh as her orgasm subsided, I too let out my pole, hardest in life, but it was only a few drops that hit the floor. I listened as the two of them silent.

In about ten minutes I heard some murmur and the guest room door opened. Manju crept down the hall, just few yards from me but not seeing me, I was electrified by the anticipation of what was to greet me. The knob turned and in she came, in crumpled half open pink sarees. Her upper body area was half naked, sweaty and glowing. Her hair was plastered to her face and there were a few mottled red patches around her neck, throat and breasts. Her chest was heaving with her heart beat. She was shaking slightly. I took her in my arms and inhaled the aroma of fresh fucked female. Our lips met and I could taste his cock. I put my hand to her groin where my fingers met with a shocking and humiliating slackness. Her thighs had a fresh glistening sticky leaking. I lay her on the bed holding her in my chest tightly. We slept together hugging each other tightly.
I slept for long and forgot the request of my friend to wake him early. When I was awake, I hard Manju’s voice from the dinning room. I went there. She was looking fresh and already serving breakfast to our guest. She must have showered in the morning and she hasn’t forgot to wake my friend early. They were laughing about something. I did not disturb them. My friend found one rented apartment near our house and in the next week he moved to that apartment.

After that incident she slowly started becoming normal. Her frustration was decreasing day by day and she was showing interest in different aspects of life again. Her weight loss stopped dramatically and she started purchasing cosmetics, jewelry and sarees like old days. But I was not ready to send my wife again to him in any way because my mission was fulfilled and she was responding properly like old days. We desperately needed a break and we got it. My friend used to come to our house in week days and some times we all used to go to watch movies and have dinner in restaurants afterwards.

Two months after that incident one day I was trying to find her ringing cell phone from her hand bag while she was in the bathroom. While searching her hand bag I found a small packet of half used birth control pills. I was surprised at first because after the birth of our second child I had already done vasectomy. I did not told her anything about my discovery because firstly I knew very well that she still loves me very much. And secondarily I do not have any problem if my friend fucks her in my absence and this raw sex between them helps my wife to stay happy, contained and satisfied.
(FINISH)

[Ramesh_Rocky]

THE bang OF MY WIFE


PART1
I am a successful businessman from Guna. I am married to Sunita, a beautiful girl from Lucknow, for last 8 years. We have a good family life and a daughter who is 5 years old. Sunita was virgin at time of our marriage but coming from educated background worldly wise and ready to learn and enjoy sex. Over the years she had started to take initiative in bed and gave me no reason to have a boring marital life. She is maintaining her figure very well and with a height of 5-6 she can carry any dress on her choice. She usually keeps her hair open and they are usually trimmed below her lower back. Her thick mane at times covers her boobs when she brings them in front.

Since Guna is a small town, Sunita and I used to drive down to Gwalior for our entertainment. Sunita is found of driving and once we leave Guna I always allowed her to drive my car. One morning Sunita was wearing a short kurta and pajamas below it, giving both western feels and Indian looks. My daughter is a heavy sleeper and usually does not wake up for six hours once she fells asleep. That Friday morning I had some business at Gwalior and I had decided to take Sunita along to spend a weekend at Gwalior. We started at 9.00 AM and were cruising along enjoying the view and journey. Sunita wanted to drive, I was in no hurry and changed the side. We must have traveled for 50 KM, when suddenly we were overtaken by a fast driven open jeep. Sunita was slightly shaken and shouted out Idiot.

The Jeep driver must have heard her because he started to slow down. The road was narrow and Sunita had no option but to slow down near the jeep. We saw the jeep was carrying 7 young boys between 19 and 25 years of age and all wearing pathani. Boys were well built and rowdy looking. All boys looked from a certain community.

Three boys got off the jeep and were standing by side of our car in a moment. Before I could understand two boys who were on either side of our car had pulled out revolvers and asked Sunita what were you saying madam. Sunita and I were scared and begged pardon.

Meanwhile one of the boys from Jeep shouted Let us take them to Chachu's farm house and then let them say sorry. All three boys got in our car back seats and one of them pointed gun on my head and asked Sunita to drive on. We were following the Jeep and after 10 min the jeep turned left on an unpaved but regular road.

By now I knew we were in hands of local Goondas. I was sure that they would take all our money and let us go. I was carrying Rs.50,000.00 for my business and tried to offer some to boys. The boys laughed and then threatened me to shut up or else they would shoot my daughter who was fast asleep on back seat. By now Sunita and I were scared out of our wits. We drove for next 10 min in silence and I noticed that we had left behind any sign of habitation. We came across a make shift gate and some kind of fence running along for a long distance. The gate was already opened by boys in Jeep and we were forced to drive in the compound.

There was a main building with tube well on side and next to tube well was a place for standing and having bath. There was a huge darkish man sitting in covered verandah on a big takhat and sipping hookah. He had a cruel look on his face and he asked the boys about us. One of the boys said “Uncle this bitch had called us Idiot on the road and we thought you would like to teach her a lesson in manners.” All the boys burst out laughing. Uncle got up from his seat and smiled.

It was then I realized that he was about 6-2 inch and massive in his built. I started to walk towards him and pleaded that there was a mistake on our part and that we were ready to apologize for our mistake. That you will, that you will was all that he said. All this while he was appraising Sunita and disrobing her with his eyes. He then turned towards me and said I will accept your apologies and let you go only on one condition; your wife will satisfy our every need. I was boiling at his statement and started to rush towards him to beat the shit out of him.

One of his nephew blocked my way and said “Not so fast, turn around and see.” I turned around to see that a boy was pointing revolver at my daughters head. I stopped cold with fear. Now I knew the meaning of impotent anger. I knew I could not take any action and at the same time it meant that my wife who was virgin till our marriage would be plaything for 8 men.

I started to beg him again saying how sorry I was. Sunita was also crying and begging forgiveness. Boys all around were laughing. Uncle called out Rashid have you forgotten your manners. Please tie this man on a comfortable chair. They pushed me inside verandah. There was a chair meter away from takhat. My hands were tied to the arm rest. The boys now turned towards Sunita. Seeing me tied and a revolver next to our child's head finished all fight in Sunita. Uncle, who was in Verandah called Sunita towards him. He said I will only explain once, if you take care of me and boys then we will let you go. Faster you do it, quicker you can go. Also, if at any point we feel that you are not enjoying then we start again. I am Dawood; boys are Haroon, Rashid, Aslam, Hamid, Karim, Ismil, and Latif. You will enjoy every thing that we do or ask you to do. If I feel any resistance or if you say no to any demand we will shoot all of you..

Sunita started to turn and go towards the room. Dawood laughed and called “Is there any one here who has not seen all your charms in their naked glory or will not see it in next few hours?” SUNITA did not know what to say. She just stood there. Dawood said “I do not bother to go in, my nephews and I enjoy our meals and all activities here in open and as far as your husband is concerned he should also get to watch, after all he is also a male and would enjoy the site of us giving you pleasure” Sunita started to cry again “Please do not add to my humiliation. I will do what ever you say but please take me in the room”. Rashid laughed and said “Chachu she is begging to be taken. Shall I start removing her clothes forcibly and take her here.” “No my dear, she will come to senses. The best way to enjoy a woman is when she does everything on her own. She will love each one of you by the time she is on her way home. And if she does not start in next five minutes shoot her daughter and her husband and then we will fuck her.” Sunita cried out “No don’t do this I will do what you want and way you want it”.

Dawood extended his hand and lifted her in Verandah. Seeing them side by side was a study in contrast. Tall darkish man and my very fair and lovely wife. Dawood held her closely and admired her. He kissed her cheeks and inhaled her fragrance as a lover would. I could see Sunita tense in his arms. She had not stooped sobbing. Dawood said some thing in her ears, she shook her head as if to say no but he repeated his command and this time his threat could be heard; he was asking her to disrobe and to keep all her clothes on me. This was for me to bear the shame of seeing her naked. He continued to hold her; and was slowly rubbing her back and bums. He was slowly kissing her cheeks but not her lips. I could see his one hand gone inside her Kurta. No imagination was needed to realize that he was massaging her boobs. He let go of her and Sunita turned around and came near me. She was red with blushing because of the attention that she had received.

When she was about a foot away she said “I Love you and nothing is going to change that” I saw a steely resolve come in her eyes. She opened the buttons of her kurta and lifted it over her head. She placed folded kurta on my shoulder. Boys were hooting lustily and watcher her with great interest. Dawood on the other hand was enjoying the hooting of boys and smiling at my discomfort. She then removed her pajamas and now she was standing in her bra and panty and her heels. Sunita is fond of good undergarments; naturally this pair was no exception. Her figure of 37” 22” 36” was displayed at its full glory. She had very flat stomach and big boobs planted on top. As I had said earlier she is very careful about her figure. The child birth marks had vanished and her slim form could give competition to any model. Her black panty of silky material and black matching bra were possibly worn as preparation for the night. Boys did not miss that. There was a complete silence as if the lust had been upgraded with desire.

Even in my condition I was starting to get a hard on. All boys except one who was sitting with revolver at my daughters head came near verandah to admire her charms. She next removed her sandals. She moved her hands back to unhook the bra. I saw a drop of tear come to her eyes. She took off the bra and placed it on my shoulders with other clothes as if I was a cloth hook. Next came her panty which was also placed next to all her clothes. She was now standing in all her naked glory.

Red faced with shame, her very trimmed pubs, waxed arms and legs, waxed underarms. I started to cry knowing that this body which only I had enjoyed till date was on display to eight pairs of hungry eyes. She stepped forward and hugged me saying that we had to live for our daughter and that all this would soon be over. She turned and walked back to Dawood.

Dawood was sitting on the takhat and waiting for her to come over. This time he did not get up. He beckoned her on his lap. She sat down with her head down. As he did earlier he slowly started to rub her back. With one hand he lifted her face towards him and kissed her lips softly. He then dropped his hand from her face to her boobs. He said some thing in her ears. She moved her arms around his neck like a lover. His hands were roaming over her body slowly but with all surety of an experienced lover. One hand was on her bums and other hand was massaging her boobs very lightly.

He gave some instructions. She moved her hand from his neck to lift his kurta. Now the man could be 45 but he had a body of 25 years old; all muscles and no fat. She had to get up to take out kurta completely. Her navel was now very close to his face. He kissed her navel, then her mount of Venus and then her trimmed pubs. All this while his hands were holding her bums. He brought his hand forward and licked her outer lips. Even from where I was tied I could see her shaking. Her mind was saying no to the whole thing but her body had started to accept it. He slowly blew on the clitoris and it jumped at the attention.

SUNITA could feel the betrayal of her body and did not want me to see that. She bent down and whispered to Dawood “Let us go in the room, there I will be able to enjoy and give you pleasure better.”
(TO BE CONTINUED)

[Ramesh_Rocky]

THE bang OF MY WIFE

LAST PART

Dawood said loudly “No my dear I need to teach these boys the joy of giving multiple orgasms to a woman; and besides you have to think of your daughter and your husband.” The underlying threat was very clear. Dawood was enjoying his woman slowly only because he wanted to do so. The cruelty of his nature was very evident and could not be taken lightly. Sunita was standing holding shoulders of Dawood, her legs were spread apart by push of his hand and her lower body was drawn towards his mouth. Since he had positioned himself and Sunita so, I could see their side profiles and every action of his hand, mouth, tongue were clear to me.

His hands were very gently caressing her bums and his tongue was playing with her labia and clitoris. Boys were now standing below the verandah and watching with fascination. I could sense the change in Sunitas’s
body. Slowly but steadily she was getting close to her orgasm. Her nipples were hard and pointing. Her eyes were closed and lips quivering and her breadth shallow. She suddenly opened her eyes as if to stop her body from losing control. She tried to move away from Dawood’s mouth and tongue. He held her firmly by her bums. One hand came forward and started to stroke the inner thighs slowly he pushed his finger inside her moist passage of cunt and started to move it. Dawood must have given his attention for 10 minutes and I could feel that she is very close to her orgasm. Her hands were no longer seeking his shoulders for support but running through his hairs as if to bring his mouth closer. Her pelvic were rocking on his tongue and she was almost fucking his mouth. Sunita
let out a cry and started to have orgasm. Dawood continued his ministrations till she could take it no more.

Boys were shouting vulgar comments now and Dawood was smiling as if he had won a major victory. One of them called out to me “Have you seen your wife enjoy so much?” I could not explain it to him that this was our normal routine and that two three times at night was still normal for us although frequency of these nights had gone down from every day to two three nights a week. Sunita was now again in his lap this time booth her legs were on takhat and her boobs were pressing against his chest and he was stroking her back.

He again whispered something in her ears. Sunita got down on her knees and opened the tahmat he was wearing. Sunita let out a cry. I could not understand for a moment but when Dawood’s penis came in full view I could understand the reason of Sunita’s shock. His prick, not fully hard was a good two inches longer then mine and about an inch more in diameter. Since it was circumcised the purple head of his prick looked very intimidating. He said “Now return the favour.” And smiled at the boys.

It took Sunita a moment to understand what he wanted. She hesitated and looked at me. I could not do anything and was only hoping that the nightmare came to an end. I just closed my eyes to signal her to go ahead. Dawood asked “Boys I hope the guns are still ready” This was signal enough to Sunita. She bent down and started to kiss the head of his prick. As I had mentioned earlier, we were both very open about sex and used to enjoy everything, sometimes blowjob was Sunita’s way to say good morning after a satisfactory love making at night.

I could see Sunita licking the top of Dawood’s prick and then try and fit the head in her mouth. She was not very successful but continued her efforts to get Dawood off. Dawood slowly pushed her head down and at best she could take one or two inches inside. Her saliva and his precum were now flowing down from his prick. Her hairs were covering part of her face but even then her discomfort was very evident.

Dawood realized that this was not enjoyable for her and that she was uncomfortable due to sheer size. He asked her to get up and lie on takhat in such a way that her face was towards me and her body in opposite direction. I could understand that Dawood wanted to show her bliss and orgasms to me. I expected him to immediately climb on top of her and start pumping. But to my dismay he came and lay down next to her and started his slow caress of her boobs and her body. He was also kissing her lips, eyes and face like a long time lover. The act was such that anybody would have thought of him as her lover and not a rapist. Between his kisses and soft caress he moved his head to her boobs and started to lick and suck her boobs. His hand moved between her legs which were open to receive his hand. His finger was busy on her cunt although I could hardly see it.

Sunita loves slow love making and it turns her on very fast. I knew her body very well and could see the small body moments that only I had enjoyed till date. Dawood was bringing out the best in her sexuality and enjoying every moment of it. Sunita’s head was at the edge of the takhat I could see her face flushing with desire. Her body was now dictating over her mind and she no longer cared who was watching. Her hand moved towards the back of Dawood’s head and brought his ears close to her. She whispered some thing in his ears. Dawood kissed her lips and said “I cannot hear you speak loudly”. Sunita shook her head and again said some thing in his ears. This time there was urgency in her whisper. Dawood bent down to suck her boobs and his hand was still in her cunt and moving slowly like a piston. Sunita’s frustration was clear and with her face only a meter away I could read what she was asking for. Dawood lifted his head and without slowing his finger in her cunt again said “Louder.”

Sunita shut her eyes tight and brought her hand in between their bodies and laced it on his prick pulling his prick towards her cunt. Her other hand moved below his body and she tried to pull him in between her legs. Boys now understood that she was very hot and wanted Dawood’s prick in her wanting cunt. They started to shout their comments to Dawood. He just lifted his head and smiled at them. He then turned his face towards me and gave a triumphant smile. He had conquered my woman and she was now begging him to fuck her. He moved in between her legs and said “Tell me what you want.” Sunita opened her eyes, looked at me as if saying that she was sorry and said “Please take me.” Dawood was not done playing with her. He was holding his prick in one hand slowly rubbing outside Sunita’s cunt. From my position I could see that the prick was coated by Sunita’s juices. “Take you where” he said, kissing her boobs and rubbing her cunt with his prick. I could see Sunita move her hips to position her cunt to envelope his prick.

Dawood continued to dodge her cunt and frustrate her and said “You have to ask what you want my dear”. His penis was touching her cunt but only an inch was inside. She moved her heels on his hips and her arms were around his neck. It was clear that she was begging for him to move inside her body; to push his prick in her cunt and make love to her. He was enjoying teasing her. She cried out “Please put your prick in my cunt, make love to me” So that was what teasing was all about. Dawood was banging Sunita’s body, mind and soul. He had taken her desire to a level where it did not matter to her that her daughter and husband were close by. She was a woman and she needed her man. He grinned looking at me and then at the boys. He was telling me that at this moment he possessed my wife. He slowly pushed his prick in her cunt. She was so lubricated that in spite of his size and discomfort she was feeling she was trying to get more of his prick in her cunt. He was not even three inch inside when she let out a cry and started Cuming. It was a sight to see. If my trousers were open I would have masturbated.

He bent his head and started to lick her nipples very slowly. He was pumping her and she was in state of continues orgasms. Her hair were flowing down the takhat; her legs were wrapped around Dawood’s hips and her arms were around his neck, She was meeting his thrust with full vigor and was whispering endearments that normally drive me over the hill. But for the fact that it was my wife who was being bangd and under threat of her daughter and myself being shot I was enjoying the fucking in front of me. Dawood and Sunita were both perfect in body. I also maintain an exercising body but Dawood was better any day. Their coupling was spell binding. It was clear that they were making love to each other, Sunita may have been forced into the situation but right now she was enjoying it to the maximum.

Dawood pulled out of her cunt and with a swift motion turned her. He placed her on all four and was kneeling behind her he pushed his prick inside her again. In this position she was facing me and only a meter away. Her hairs were wet with sweat and her body was also coated with layer of sweat. A lock of her hair was covering her face her breast were dangling and moving with each push. Dawood gave her few minutes of slow strokes in this position. He brought his hands in front and caressed her boobs. She was again climbing the high she was experiencing earlier. With one hand he brought her hair back while continuing to make love to her. Her face was not clear and ecstasy was writ on her face. Dawood signaled one of his nephews to bring something to tie her hair.

I could not understand this part of it, but then I realized he wanted me to see her face in total lust. It was not enough for him to have forced her to have sex with him, her submission and desire were also not enough he wanted me to witness her want and desire.

His nephew brought a rope and gathered all her hair on top and tied them. SUNITA was getting irritated at the interruption. Although to Dawood’s credit he did not stop or pull out. When the person had finished tying the hair, Dawood bent down and with one hand caressing her boobs the other hand paying with her clit. His chest was covering her back and he was kissing her ears, licking them softly. He asked her to turn her face towards him. Moment later they were kissing again as if their life depended on it. His tongue was in and out of her mouth. The kissing and caressing continued for few minutes, I could see from the profile she was in seventh heaven again; very close to her orgasm. He asked her to look at me with her eyes open.

She refused; he stopped all activities except light kisses and again asked her to look in my eyes. She knew that he would not let her have that orgasm that her body was craving for. Dawood was cruel. He could twist the soul. He first made her say that she wanted him to fuck her and now he wanted that look on her face and eyes. Last time at least she had her face looking the other way and was in her own world. Tears started rolling down her face, her body was demanding release and yet it was from another man the worst part was her husband, I was watching at a meter away.

It was erotic and it was painful. I could understand her turmoil. She wanted release. She could not look in my eyes as her pleasure was sinful; but then what pleasure is not sinful. Dawood was continually massaging her clit. I crooked “Sunita, do what ever he says.” She turned her head and looked in my eyes, still guilty of her pleasure yet librated in a way. She started to hump back at Dawood.

Dawood also was nearing his orgasm as he had bangd me and my wife. He started moving faster his hand were unrelenting in their message then he shouted “Open him”. Boys came on my side and fumbled with my knots as they were only interested in sight in front of them.

Dawood’s face was no longer relaxed; I could see that he was nearing his orgasm. Sunitas’s face and body was shining with perspiration. She was meeting Dawood’s thrusts with full force and rivers of sweat were flowing down their faces and body. Sunita started to peak into orgasm again. This time possibly her cunt contractions pushed Dawood to his edge. He held both her boobs and kept on pumping his seeds in her. Their combined orgasm lasted for two minutes. Dawood pulled out his prick and turned her around. Still on her knees, he held her close to his chest like lovers. He winked his eyes to his nephews and smiled at my discomfort. He picked up a soft towel and cleaned his prick then he cleaned the inside of Sunita’s leg.

Dawood slowly lay Sunita down and called his nephew. Sunita who was now breathing normally, said, ”We have enjoyed our lovemaking, please do not pass me like a whore to all of them”. Dawood said “We enjoy all women together at best I will ask them to treat you softly”. His Nephew quickly disrobed and got in between Sunita’s legs. He was possibly the youngest of the lot. He was so excited by the prospect that he immediately pushed his prick in her cunt. He would have barely reached the bottom and he came.

He started to cry due to feeling humiliated. Dawood smiled at him and said “Latif this happens to everybody at first time”. Other boys followed fortunately Sunita was well lubricated for sperm overflowing from her cunt.. Two of them wanted to cum in her mouth. After an hour of pounding all boys including one who was in our car watching our daughter had cum. Sunita lay exhausted. I looked at my watch for the first time since the start of the ordeal. It was almost 1.30 PM. Dawood had, in the meantime, sent two boys to get food.

I got up and wanted to give Sunita hand to get up. Dawood said “Take her to that tube well and let her have her bath. As I had mentioned earlier, the tube well cum pump was near verandah. One of the boys started the motor. There was a crude filter at the top. It was like shower at full speed. Sunita just stood there trying to wash away cum and sweat of the afternoon. She just stood there for a good part of 15 min. I went to our car to check on our daughter and get fresh cloths for Sunita. As she put on her dress boys came with food and Dawood asked them to serve our plates first.

After having the food, Dawood asked me where we stay and who else are there in our home. I told him that we are from Guna and we stay alone in our house. Then he warned us that we should not try to lodge complain to the security officer because he works for some potential politicians in our area and all the senior security officer officers knows him very well. Then he dropped the ultimate bomb saying one of his nephews recorded all the actions between he and my wife and it’s not looks like a bang. Then he added “I often come to Guna for my business and I would like to spend night with your wife. If you don’t agree then I may distribute the video recordings that my nephew captured in his mobile phone. Then he asked me to write down our residential address and contact no’s. I wrote down my home address and telephone number. Then he allowed us to leave.

He became a regular visitor to our house in every 3- 4 months gap. Sunita always acts like that she hates it but I know internally she waits for those nights very eagerly. I spent those nights in a small store room just out side of our house. Every time when Dawood comes to our house she cooks some special dishes for Dawood and his 2 body guards, she sends our daughter to one of our relatives house in the evening, and she enjoys her night with Dawood in our martial bed. When I enter in my house in the morning, I always found her in the bathroom taking bath or washing herself. When she comes out from the bathroom she always hugs me saying thanks god that bustard is gone. Every time she acts like that the night she spends with him is like a nightmare to her but I know that’s not true. But I must admit that she still loves me like before and after Dawood started coming over to our place to sleep with her, the quality of our sex life also increased dramatically. (THE END)

[Ramesh_Rocky]

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[Ramesh_Rocky]

MY WIFE AND MY OLD FRIEND


PART1

"It's for you." Said my wife Deepti as she handed me the phone. She had a look of disgust on her face so I had a good idea who it was. There is only one guy I know who could get under a women's skin like that.

"Hey “dost” what's up." I said.

Rajesh Mittal was my roommate in college when I was doing my B.E. He was the crazy college party guy we all know. However, unlike the rest of us he has never grown out of that personality. To this day he is still that wild and care free guy. Rajesh says the first thing on his mind, which is usually politically incorrect. Since I have known him he has never had a girlfriend for longer than a month. Women seem to hate him, and guys want to party with him. Oddly enough and what has always astounded me is that he sleeps with a lot of women. He seems to have a way of pissing women off but making them curious to know more. His relationships never end well.

One of the best Rajesh stories I can remember occurred one night in the dorms. We ordered a few plates of beriyani and chilly chicken, which is every college student’s favorite dish. Everyone wants in, but no one has money. So this cute girl from mechanical dept. down the college canteen hall asks for a slice. Rajesh says "sure if you'll fuck me." The girl says, okay. She sits down and Rajesh gives her a plate of chilly chicken and beiiyani. We all laughed assuming it was a big joke. After the lunch, Rajesh and the girl went into the back side of the canteen kitchen which was surrounded by big trees and bushes and was very very quite. I am not kidding; 15 minutes later Rajesh walks out and gives me a thumb's up sign. I can remember saying, no way when Rajesh proceeded to hold up his dirty condom.

Rajesh moved out of state after college, so I don't get to see him very much. He called to tell me he was going to be in town in and wanted to know if he could crash at my place. He had somehow arranged two precious tickets of the India Pakistan cricket match on Saturday, which sounded great to me. I agreed forgetting to check with my wife.

Deepti and I have been married for 4 years. She has only met Rajesh twice. Once when we were dating, we got together with a bunch of my college friends. Rajesh kept hitting on Deepti asking her what a hot piece of ass like her was doing with a nerd like me. The next time was at our wedding reception when he told her “Benarasi saree” turn him off and proceeded to hit on her 22-year-old cousin. So you can imagine he was not her favorite guy. She did not have a problem with me going to the game with him but was not thrilled with him sleeping over.

The weekend came. Rajesh arrived and was his usual self. He gave me a big hug and then her too. She was surprised, as he squeezed her closer then socially acceptable and held on longer than normal. I watched as his arms engulfed her slender frame. As he was hugging her he said, "Hey Sunil I forgot how hot your wife is. She feels good too." I could see Deepti trying to be polite but pushing herself away from his grasp. Rajesh and I both watched as Deepti walked away. She has a nice round ass that has some bounce when she walks. I have to admit Deepti still looks good. I am still very attracted to my wife. All she has to do is look at me with those hazel eyes, and I spring to attention.

The night continued with Rajesh and I catching up. He made flirtatious comments towards Deepti. He would reach out and massage her shoulders. During dinner he started rubbing her knee. Most of this happened right in front of me. For some reason I didn't seem to mind. I actually thought it was kind of funny. At one point he grabbed her wrist and pulled her toward him.

"Sit on my lap sona." Said Rajesh.

"Are you going to do anything?" She said, looking at me.

"Oh he is just goofing around." I said. "Don't take him so seriously.

After dinner Deepti and I shared a bottle of wine and Rajesh had a few beers while we watched a Salman Khan movie. I sat on the small couch so I could stretch out as I was feeling the wine. Deepti and Rajesh shared the big couch. Rajesh kept trying to put his arm around her but it was so obvious and goofy I didn't say anything.

When Rajesh got up to go to the bathroom, Deepti leaned over to me and said, "He keeps on touching me and whispering stuff in my ear."

I told her he is just playing, and without thinking I told her to flirt back and that will scare him away. The wine was good, my day had been busy and the next thing I remember is waking up to a dark room. It was 2 am and I was alone. I wandered upstairs. Deepti was in bed. I got ready and crawled in next to her.

"I can't believe you fell asleep," she said.

"You are awake." I said. I reached out to pull her close. As usual she was completely naked.

"No way." She said pushing herself away. "You have no idea what happened, do you?

"No." I said.

Deepti proceeded to tell me how when Rajesh returned she decided to follow my advice and flirt back. From where she was sitting she could not see my eyes and had no idea I was asleep.

"I wouldn't have done it." She said, with a touch of guilt.

Now I was curious, "What happened?" I asked.

Deepti told me Rajesh put his arm around her so she moved into him. He stroked her shoulder and hair.

"The next thing I new we were making out. I expected you to jump up and stop the whole thing, but you never did. I didn't know what to do, we just kept kissing and.... and, his hands, his hands were all over me."

"Holy shit." I said.

"Are you mad." She asked.

I searched my feelings. I didn't feel mad. Why not? I thought to myself. I thought of Rajesh and her kissing right in front of me. I realized I wasn't mad I was turned on.

"No" I said. "How long did this go on?" I asked, hoping to get more details.

"I don't know a few minutes. Maybe ten minutes." Said Deepti.

"A few, maybe ten. That's a big difference. How did it end?" I asked.

"Well when he started to take my nighti’s off a sense of reality hit me and I stopped him. I quickly buttoned up my nighti and ran upstairs."

"Your nighti was off? " I said with a lump in my throat.

Deepti told me it all seems like a big blur. The kissing, then his hands, the upper buttons of her nighti being pulled off, more hands exploring her. She did not have to explain much. Although a seemingly quiet and reserved woman, when she gets in the mood, especially with a few glasses of wine she gets really horny. Many nights we end up doing it right they're on the couch. I was surprised she was able to stop herself.

I did not know what to say next. I reached over to her. She moved closer to me. We started kissing, hard. I fondled her breasts, which were hard as a rock, her nipples erect with excitement. I love her breasts. I know most guys like girls with big tits. But I find women with smaller B cup sized breasts are much more sensitive to being touched then women with bigger breasts. Deepti's breasts sit nicely on her chest. She is therefore, able to wear revealing tops, and sometimes goes without a bra. I got on top of her and quickly entered her wet pussy.

"Your so hot." I said into her ear.

"Fuck me hard sona……please" she said.

I thrust myself deep inside of her, while imagining Rajesh kissing her and taking her nighti off. I could not believe he did that. I could not believe how turned on I was. Deepti was bucking, arching her back as if she could not get enough. I wondered if she too was thinking about Rajesh. She pressed her hands in the arch of my back pulling me into her. This was the sign that she was ready to explode, and explode she did. It didn't take me long to release my load. We fell asleep in each other's arms.

We awoke to the neighbor's dog barking. I looked over at the clock 7 am. Our dog Chiku was at the bedroom door whining. She needed to go out. I was ready to get up when Deepti got out of bed. I peeked at her naked body. After 4 years I still like looking at her. She put her pink cotton nighti on and went downstairs to let Chiku out. I lay in bed thinking about last night. I could not believe my wife made out with my college roommate. As I was lying there thinking about the whole situation I became aware of conversation from down stairs. Rajesh must have heard the dog as well and went downstairs.

Thoughts of them together raced through my head. I got out of bed and tip toed over to the stairs. They could not see me and I could not see them, I could just barely make out what they were saying. They were talking about last night. True to form he was trying to convince her how much she liked it. She was doing a bad job denying it. You would expect if she were truly regretful she would tell him off, turn around and come back up. I heard Chiku scratching at the back door. I heard the door slide open and I expected Deepti to head upstairs. Instead she talked with Rajesh again. I had a hard time hearing what they were saying. Soon I heard her say I have to go up stairs. I ran into bed and waited for her to come in. I noticed few upper buttons of her nighti was opened slightly in the front revealing a good view of her cleavage. I asked her what happened.

"Oh." She said, looking somewhat guilty "I ran into Rajesh. He is still a jerk. He asked if I was going to tell you. I told him I already did. Then he asked me if I enjoyed it. Can you believe the nerve? He doesn't even care if you're mad or not."

I realized that I would be facing him soon. I should be punching him out. What would I say? All I knew was I had a raging hard on. Deepti got back in bed. She had her back to me. I started rubbing her shoulders, her back, and her buttocks. She spread her legs slightly. I reached between and felt her wetness. I pulled her close to me and entered her from behind. I realized she was wet from Rajesh, which made me quickly explode deep inside her.

"What are we going to do?" Asked Deepti.

"I don't know. I guess I will talk with him about it. Do you want me to end our friendship?

"No." she said. "Just make sure he knows that it was a one-time thing and won't ever happen again."

Breakfast was uneventful; in fact, everyone seemed to be on his or her best behavior. I planned on talking with Rajesh on our ride to the cricket match but just couldn't bring it up. On our way home after having a couple beers in me I felt a little more at ease.

"So I think we need to talk about last night." I said.

"Yea that was wild, you sure got a hot little lady." Rajesh said, without a touch of guilt.

I heard myself get defensive. "Hey this was not her fault." I said.

"Array Dost… she's the married one. Hell I thought you were awake. I thought you guys were playing a game. Some married couples get into that you know."

I couldn't believe this guy. Then he went further.

"You know you should really take care of her needs more. She was really on fire."

I felt an urgent need to defend myself. I heard myself say, " Our sex life is great. In fact we've done it twice since you've been here." I saw his face change, and realized the mistake I made.

"I think this whole thing really got you guys going. The thought of me and your wife turns you on?" He asked.

I tried to avoid the question. "She told me to tell you what happened last night was a mistake and will never happen again." I said.

He ignored my answer and said " Guess what? She liked it too. I could tell last night, and then this morning sealed the deal."

"Nothing happened this morning." I said, "I heard everything."

"Heard everything?" Asked Rajesh.

"Yes I was listening on the stairs."

"So you couldn't see us? Did you know I was just in my boxers? You should have seen her eyes. They were all over me, almost into me. I nearly had her right there. Said Rajesh.

Her eyes. Crap. I knew he was right but I had to defend her. "Your out of your mind." I said.

He then told me how when she went to let the dog in, he saw her unbuttoning some of her nighti’s upper buttons so it becomes loosened. As she walked back towards him he caught glimpses of her bouncing breasts.

"She started talking to me again. I think she asked me if I enjoyed last night. I really didn't care what she was saying because I was looking down her nighti." She told me she was going back upstairs, but she just stood there. "So I reached into her nighti and pulled her towards me, we kissed again. I fondled her breast and the nighti almost fell off. We both just stopped and then she ran upstairs." Explained Rajesh.

I sat there dumbfounded. She had not told me about this morning. The worst part was I had a raging hard on. I missed the whole thing. When she had said, I am going upstairs, I ran into the bedroom. I could imagine the scene, her and him standing there almost naked. She was giving him signals showing glimpses of her breasts. My god she wants to mate with Rajesh. When they embraced their bodies touched. How hot. Rajesh saw I was in shock and knew he had me.

"I could have her tonight you know. She's probably been thinking about me all day. Get a couple drinks in her and she won't be able to resist. She will then show you what she really wants " He said.

"Not a chance." I said with as much confidence as I could muster. "She told me so. It was a mistake just let it go." I added.

"Well I'll tell you what." Rajesh said with a grin. "Let me come onto her again tonight. You pretend to fall asleep. If you feel she is not into it or if you are not into it, just let me know. I'll stop and it will never happen again."

I know I should have told him to go fuck himself. Instead I heard myself say "ok."

(TO BE CONTINUED)

[Ramesh_Rocky]

MY WIFE AND MY OLD FRIEND


LAST PART

I don't know what I was thinking. I guess I was expecting him to be his usual self and offend her. I was wrong. He did a 180-degree personality change.

We decided to go out for dinner, the three of us, and Rajesh was charming. Deepti just assumed I had set him straight, but he was playing her and she was falling for it. At one point the conversation turned to bad breath. Deepti and I told Rajesh about how we have an agreement not to kiss each other until we have brushed our teeth. Rajesh made a comment about Deepti having good breath. You could feel the tension build. That's it I thought, I got him now. He blew it.

Rajesh then said "Look I need to tell you guys something."

This is it I thought; he is going to put the final nail in the coffin.

"I just want to apologize for last night. I took advantage of two good friends and I shouldn't have. I made a fool of myself, I feel bad, and I'm sorry."

My mouth was literally open. She was not going to fall for that load of crap.... I was wrong.

"Thank you Rajesh. I appreciate that. I hope we can put this behind us." Said Deepti.

When we got home we decided to break out a bottle of wine and a start a mean game of monopoly. Rajesh didn't waste any time. Although less noticeable he continued to flirt and compliment Deepti. He seemed to hang on every word my wife said. She seemed to be enjoying his company. The wine helped. My mind was spinning as I watched Rajesh seduce my wife. I was not playing well and soon lost my money.

I could just stop the whole thing I thought to myself. I looked over at my wife. She had been drinking but she was not drunk. She seemed to be having fun. She was definitely into him. I was curious, and horny. I decided to go through with the plan. I lay down on the big couch so I could watch them finish the game. Within 10 minutes I pretended I was asleep. To my surprise they continued to play the game. It must have been 30 minutes before I heard Rajesh bring up this morning.

"Does your husband know about this morning?" He asked Deepti.

"No. I never told him," she said.

"I have to admit I am having a hard time not thinking about that." Said Rajesh.

My wife didn't answer. Rajesh leaned in and kissed her. She did not kiss back but she did not pull away.

"Rajesh, I can't." she said, looking over in my direction. Rajesh looked over at me.

"If you were my wife I would never fall asleep when you were with another man." Said Rajesh.

That bastard, I thought, he's using me against her.

"I can't believe he is asleep again." I heard her say.

"Come sit with me on the couch." Said Rajesh.

They walked over to the little couch. I had a great view of them. They sat down practically on top of one another. As they watched TV Rajesh caressed her arm. A few minutes went by and he kissed her again. They kissed for about a minute, when she pulled away.

"I love my husband. We should stop it right now." She said.
I figured this was it. This was as far as it would go.
“Come on…….He would not mind if we continue. Don’t you understand…. he was horny when he knew about us that night”. Rajesh said
”No that’s not the case” my wife replied.
"Then why your husband did not punched in my face if he was that angry." asked Rajesh.



I couldn't believe he just ratted me out. I closed my eyes but could feel their stares. It was quiet, so I squinted just a little. They were making out again. It was getting hot and heavy. Rajesh already removed her nighti. She only had her sexy red bra, which she usually wears on special occasions. Was she planning this? They continued to fondle each other and Deepti positioned herself on Rajesh's lap. With her back to me Rajesh reached around and undid her bra. Her beautiful breasts were exposed to him.

I watched as he kissed her neck and then her breasts..

Deepti pulled off Rajesh's shirt and kissed her way down his chest. She slid herself onto the floor between his legs. She undid his pants and pulled his shorts down. His cock sprang to life inches from my wife's face. She grabbed it with her hand and stroked it while kissing the tip. Deepti and I have watched a lot of Internet porn together. It gets us in the mood. It has also taught her how to give a blowjob like a porn star. She took his cock in her mouth and sucked him clean. “Ummmm”…… She made these cute little moans, which let us know how much she enjoyed sucking cock.
He entered in to her with one big thrust. Then he started thrusting her like an animal. After six- seven minutes of marcy less hard fucking he slowed his pace. Suddenly opening her closed eyes Deepti turned her head towards me, and glanced at me. When she saw I was watching them, for a few seconds her face flushed with fear. But she managed quickly and smiled back at me.
“Don’t get angry sona……....please……...come sit here” she murmured showing the small space available in the couch. I followed her instruction quietly and went to the couch. “Please don’t sin create……let me enjoy this fully…….....I will explain everything to you later” She whispered to me.

When Rajesh understood evrything is ok for now, he adjusted Deepti’s position slightly to start his thrusting again and she kept her head on my lap. Rajesh pounded her for another five minutes. As he slowed his pace to manage his breath she grabbed my hands and pushed them into her hard tits. As he went banging her again I started fondling her breasts. She signaled me to hold her tight as Rajesh brought her to orgasm.


Rajesh did not waste any time. He flipped her over and started fucking her doggy style. She looked up at me and spoke like I have never heard. “Oh…..your friend is awesome. If I did not allow him to do it, I would never know what a real man can do to a woman. You are nothing against him”

"You're a little slut." I said.
“Please don’t start right now………....we are just having some pleasure, nothing more than that…….....you will not loose anything because of it, I promise. Now open your pant quickly” she ordered.

I pulled my pants down and she took my cock into her mouth, as she was getting fucked from behind. I could feel his thrusts echoed in her mouth. It didn't take me long and I released my load deep in her throat. She drank every last bit. Rajesh flipped her over and fucked her in missionary style.

"Oh HONEY he is going to make me cum again for the third time, oh fuck yeesss." Said my wife as her body quivered with excitement.

Rajesh pulled out and shot a load over her belly, tits and the bottom of her chin. Then he went towards our bathroom. I sat there looking at my wife's glistening body of sweat and cum. She leaned over and gave me a soft kiss on my lips.

Deepti cleaned herself up and said "Lets go to bed." We went up to our bedroom. In the bed we were silent for half an hour. Then suddenly, to my surprise, she leaned over and started rubbing my cock.
“What are you doing” I asked?
“I know you are heart because of my cheating.”
“Yes……no one wants to hear that he is not a real man but his friend is”
“Well you know…I told you what a real man can do to a woman. But now I am going to show you what a slut wife can do to a man whom she loves more than her life”. Saying this she jumped on me and within minutes we were at it again. Deepti was very vocal which brought Rajesh into our room. He watched us as Deepti fucked me like an wild animal one more time.

Rajesh left the next morning. We have never done anything like that with anyone else, but every once in a while Rajesh stops by for some three-way fun.
(FINISH)

[Ramesh_Rocky]

SIZE DOES MATTER


I am a business manager with a foreign bank in Mumbai, travel half the time, now overseas too. I have two kids, hail from Chennai and married to a south Indian belle born and brought up from Mumbai, smart female, hot figure, perfect pair of tits that fit her 38D, lovely large brown nipples, dark coffee brown cunt lips with that lovely bit of curl now clean shaven and a very conservative girl.

We live in one of the hottest residential areas in bandra, both my children go to college, the benefits of working for a bank, car, driver, house attendant, we have a large sea facing condo in Mumbai.

I was in Delhi and was supposed to go to the US embassy for my visa, they at the last moment told me to apply for the interview from Chennai and I got this call as I landed in Delhi, happily I took the next connecting flight to Mumbai that was left in the next 30 minutes.

My sons had gone on a two day excursion and would be back in town only on Saturday afternoon, I was tempted to call up my wife and tell her the good news I am back, secondly I felt let me surprise her by just landing up at the house.

We have been married for the past 12 years, no great sex life, my wife being very conservative did not like giving blow jobs, or letting me down on her, just functional, but she got the attention wherever she went, this she was very conscious off either in a saree, or in a skirt, or in her shorts or in her jeans, she has the perfect cut and the right bounce, and shocked many when they found out she was married and had two big kids of her own.

My flight landed back in Mumbai by 11-15 am , I tried calling my driver Kishan back on his mobile to pick me up at the airport, later I realized that the surprise would be out as he would immediately tell my wife.

I took a cab and reached home around 12-20 pm, the watch man was quite surprised to see me, he actually had a shock when he saw me, but I guess I went up straight to the lift, having no luggage other than my overnighter, I just breezed in.

I quietly slipped the key to the door, alarmingly the door was open, I pushed it quietly placing my stuff on the floor, my servant was no where to be seen, looking down to put my shoes down I glanced at the shoe rack, my drivers chappals were neatly laid out on the rack.... I was quite amused and the fact that I did not see him down at the gate gave me a weird feeling.

I slowly walked towards the atrium hall, as I approached the hall, I could find to my horror, the ac going on full blast, the curtains all open from all the sides, my drivers clothes neatly folded on to the side table on the hall.

As I queered in I saw my driver sitting on the sofa nude, stroking his huge thick rod, he was grinning at something, as I turned to the direction of his grin I, found my man servant un-dressing before him, I was just shocked were these two guys gay? Where the hell was my wife? Had she gone out? How in the world this is happening in my house in broad daylight?

My house servant was masculine a nepali around 22 years, strong physic, and an equally big cock more pink and longer than that of my drivers, Birju his name was grinned down at my driver and sat next to him on the sofa set and were eagerly looking up......

My wife Radhika was coming down the stairs smiling away at them, she was in her T-shirt and nothing else... as she came down both my driver and landly gave each other a wicked smile and were busy moving the cushions on the sofa.

My wife came up to them and got down on her knees, which each of her hand she started to pull at their huge cocks, both were busy trying to pull her T shirt out, she paused stroking their cocks and in a swift moment removed her T shirt, the one I had so fondly bought for her from Taiwan.

Her tits came out bouncing, erect nipples, firm like lovely un-used tennis balls, my driver and Birju immediacy took each one of her boobs in their hand and began squeezing them as they would to make orange juice, my wife was moaning leaning back in her knee down position to allow them the fullness of her each boob.

Her moans became louder and louder, Kishan stopped at her boob, stood up and directed his cock into her mouth, my wife clearly pulled back his foreskin and liked his pink head and took his cock in slow regular motions, kishan was holding on to her hair like a horse main to ensure she took his fullness inside, my wife not only was sucking him dry but was also teasing his nuts, Birju was watching from the sofa the serious act before him, slowly he also go up shafting his now erect cock and walked towards them, my wife automatically switched turns and her attention to the new cock a giant by any standard , pulled his foreskin and began sucking him like Kishans.

She slowly moved her position to enable the inquisitive Kishan fondling her ass, kishan got the message and applied some spit on to his sucked cock and parted her ass, with one quick motion he pushed his huge rod into her, my wife yelped as he did it, he was slow , had a firm grip on her ass and was thrusting down hard on her.

The sight was like that of a fairy tale, to see my wife in the middle of the hall being fucked by two men, one fucking her from the back , the other having his cock sucked while his hands busy with her lovely hanging boobs.

After a few thrusts, kishan moved out of her ass holding his rod in his hand, his rod was dripping of her cum. My wife quickly lay down on the carpet and motioned to them spreading her wide legs, her clean-shaven cunt was shining with specs of her cunt juices on her pussy lips.

Birju grinned at her positioned her legs straight and entered her, he was thrusting hard like a bore, seeing her boobs sway up and down with each of his thrust and the wild look on my wife's face, with each increasing thrust from him, kishan not wanting to loose the fun turned backwards and positioned his cock on the face of my wife so that she could suck him as Birju took her from the front.

15 minutes this went on and on with Birju yelping loudly as he shot his load into her cunt, it was a huge spray of thick white cum across her belly, with bulbs of her cum mixed in it, Kishan immediacy moved over not minding the mess below, and fucked her with more definite rhythm, in a few minutes he also shot his load on to her, he cunt oozing out of his excess cum and that of Birju, they both lay still exhausted with the kind of fucking.

Three figures on the expensive Kashmir carpet kishan on one side limp, my wife in-between, and Birju on the other side, all this was stopped with the shrill of the telephone ringing, landly got up and gave the handset to my wife, it was my mother from Chennai, she was telling my mother that she was getting the house done up and that she was very tired, planning to take bath shortly ...saying that she hung up.

My wife murmured something to Kishan , who was laughing away, the three of them went up holding each others hands upstairs, into my bedroom, I really did not know what else to do, quietly I slipped out of my house came down to see the even more worried look at the watch man, I smiled at him, walked out called out for an Auto and went to my office.

I guess my wife was really not what she supposed she was, her participation in such intense sex, foreplay, libido was equally more shocking, she never liked to give me a blow job, nor did she like me either licking her cunt either, I finally realized I never paid attention to myself in the mirror and finally my cock was no match to what my driver and Birju had. Mine was hardly 4 inches long when fully erect and going.... I guess everything in life is linked to performance and size does matter.

(THE END)

[Ramesh_Rocky]

My wife's sacrifice


PART1

I was in deep trouble. I had taken huge loans for my sister Sunita from a shrewd money lender in Indore,. She had brain tumor. I have tried all the possible ways to treat her but despite all my effort she died last year. My money lenders name was Seth Ameerchand,. Ameerchand was an old man, but reputed to be extremely crooked and violent. I had not been able to repay him back, despite being warned a lot of times by him. Now he had sent a message that he was coming to meet me in the office that I was working in at Dewas to collect his money. I was panicky! I was frightened that he would shout at me and take me to the security officer and frame me. He was a very influential and politically connected person. I knew that being a government servant, I could not afford to have a criminal offence. I would lose my job and my life would be ruined along with that of my wife and child.

My name is Jeevan Sharma. I am a poor clerk in a small government office at Dewas. I am a 27 year old man, living in a small one bedroom, hall, kitchen house with my 24 year old wife Anupama and our five month old baby. My wife Anupama, is a village girl. She is not very educated. But, is very pretty - to a point, that almost all the men in the street, stare whenever she goes to buy vegetables in the market. That is because; she is exciting to look at. She is short - just around 4' 8" in height. But, she is very fair, has very long, black & thick hair which she plaits. It hangs down almost upto her thighs. She is plump and has a gorgeous figure - 38 - 27 - 39 ! Her breasts are round, firm and shapely. As she had just delivered our baby, her breasts had even grown bigger, as they are full of milk! Her buttocks are big, fleshy, firm and absolutely delightful. They have a natural upward swing when she walks, exciting all the men who stare at them! Anupama has a very beautiful face, lovely big grey eyes and a lovely voice. Her cheeks are plump and her lips are naturally attractive. She always dresses in simple cotton sarees and blouses. Though she would cover her breasts, correctly and tightly with the pallu of her saree, yet, due to their large size and especially as they were full of milk, men could see them protruding and juggling beneath her pallu as she walked. Her breasts drove men crazy ! I was proud of her looks. She was my real wealth ! Now, I was afraid that I would let her down.

After thinking hard, I decided that I would be extremely polite and apologetic to Ameerchand, our money lender, when he visited my office. I thought that the best way to avoid trouble at my office, was to take him home, give him a cup of coffee and request him for some more time, to repay my debts. By that way, I had presumed that even if he started shouting and threatening, no one in my office would know about it. My house would also give me an opportunity to fall at his feet and plead with him to give me more time. Ameerchand came to my office, as per plan and seated himself on the chair, opposite mine.

He said, ' So, Jeevan, I suppose that you have the money ready for me? '

I replied, ' Ameerchandji, Namaste! Since you have come all the way from Indore, why dont we go to my house, have a cup of tea and settle matters there? If you can be kind to give us the pleasure of your company, you can have lunch at our place and even relax for sometime, before you return back in the evening to Indore! '

He agreed. I excused myself at our office for the day, and accompanied Ameerchand in his car to our house. Unfortunately, I had not mentioned about the plan to invite Ameerchand for lunch, to my wife Anupama. I figured that while, I was pleading and begging for time, with Ameerchand, she could use that time to prepare food and serve him. We reached our house in silence and I knocked at our door. My wife, Anupama opened the door. As she was not prepared for any visitors, and had opened the door while she was probably busy washing clothes, her domestic appearance was quite striking. Her hair was slightly disheveled and tied up in a large knot, behind her head. Her face was full of sweat. She had apparently not yet, had her bath and was still wearing the blue saree and white blouse that she had worn the last night. Like most Indian women at work, she had tucked up a small portion of her saree to her petticoat on her left hip. Her fair, smooth and flat tummy was half visible. As her saree was slightly raised due to the tucking of the saree, her smooth and lovely left leg was visible for almost a feet and her white petticoat was also visible from under her saree near her legs. Her pallu, had gone to one side and her lovely large right breast in the white bra, was protruding out under her white blouse! Her mangalsutra was dangling over her blouse. Her arms and tummy too were covered in small beads of sweat.

I introduced my lovely wife to Ameerchand, ' Ameerchandji, this is my wife Anupama. Anu, this is our dear and kind hearted money lender, Ameerchand Sethji! We are going to discuss some business; can you make us a cup of tea? And later, maybe if Ameerchandji is kind enough, he may even stay for lunch! '

My wife said in her lovely voice, ' Ameerchandji, Namaste! You are most welcome to our humble house. I am very sorry, that it is in a mess. I was not expecting guests. But, please come in and make yourself comfortable, I shall have everything in order and also get you drinking water and a cup of tea in five minutes! And please do stay for lunch, it would be a honor to us, if you have lunch at our house! '

I turned towards Ameerchand. His eyes were almost popping out, at the sight of my gorgeous and buxom wife! He was staring at her lovely breast and her flat tummy, which was visible as her saree was tucked up and disheveled. My wife became conscious of his staring. She quickly covered her breasts properly with her pallu and adjusted her saree to be proper. With the end of her pallu, she wiped the sweat of her face. We were standing at the door. Ameerchand had still not replied and was simply still staring at her! She looked at me. He then got back his senses and said,

' Anupamaji, Shukriya! Since you have so nicely invited me, I am definitely going to have lunch, prepared by you! '

We went inside. Anupama quickly tidied up the house, prepared tea and served it to us. She then asked Ameerchand, ' Sethji, do you have any special preference for lunch? I shall be very happy to do whatever you like! '

Ameerchand replied smilingly, ' Really Anupamaji? Will you really do whatever I like? '

Looking at me with confusion in her lovely eyes, my wife replied, ' Yes, Ameerchandji, I shall be happy to serve you whatever you like! I shall quickly have my bath and start preparing lunch! '

Ameerchand replied, ' No, my dear! I am hungry. Please do not take your bath now. You prepare lunch as you are. You look beautiful and nice, as it is! '

Again looking at me with confusion in her eyes, my wife replied, ' Yes, Ameerchandji, I shall do as you say! Lunch will be ready in just half an hour! '

So saying, she went into the kitchen and began cooking. I started explaining my situation to Ameerchand. I explained to him that I needed some more time to pay off his Rs.Five Lakh loan to me. He looked shocked and started shouting as expected. I pleaded with him. He refused. I begged him. He refused. He said, that if I did not pay up immediately, he will get up and walk straight to the security officer station. He told me that as he knew the security officer inspectors there very well, he will arrange for them to frame me, not only for the five lakh rupees loan, but also for various crimes, that I did not commit! He told me that he will make sure that my life will be ruined and my wife will be on the streets. I started weeping, pleading and begging him to spare me. He kept on refusing. I told him that I really did not have any money and if I had, I would certainly have paid him to avoid all this trouble. He kept silent for a moment and then said,

' Jeevan, you certainly have more than Five lakh’s in this house! '

I said, ' No, Sethji, I am a poor government clerk. I certainly don’t have any such money. From where can I get so much money? '

He said again, ' Jeevan, think carefully! You certainly have more than five lakh’s in this house! I have already seen with my own eyes, that you have a lot, lot, more than five lakh’s in this house! And if you wish, you can pay me! '

I was confused now. Where in hell, had he seen money in our house? Certainly not! We did not have more than two thousand rupees in the house! Why was he saying that he saw more than five lakh’s in the house? I was totally confused.

I asked him, ' Ameerchandji, I am confused now. Where did you see more than two lakh’s in our house? You tell me and I shall be very happy to give it to you! '

Ameerchand, silently said, ' Jeevan, I meant your lovely wife Anupama. She is certainly worth much, much more than five lakh’s! All I am saying is, I have a proposal. I am willing to drop my plans of returning back to Indore tonight. I want to stay tonight at your place. You go and explain the situation to your wife. Convince her, to let me spend the night in her bed and tell her to do all that I ask her, to give me pleasure. Tell her, that I want to have my fill, of her gorgeous body and if she does what I ask of her, and gives me and my body absolute pleasure, then, I will simply give you one more year to arrange for the payment. If not, I am not going to have even lunch at your place, but am going straight to the security officer and will have you arrested within the next hour. And anyway, once you are in Jail, I shall guide things in such a way, that your lovely wife, will have no recourse, but to submit her body to me, for my pleasure! Think about it without getting emotional or excited!

I was shocked! I started weeping! I said, ' No! No, Ameerchand Seth, No! I may be a poor government clerk. I may not have money. But, I am a decent man from a good decent family. My wife is a decent woman, from a good decent family. I am not a pimp. Though she is such a buxom and exciting woman, she is not a prostitute. She is a nice, caring housewife. She is my wife! She is a very chaste woman, who believes in the sanctity of our marriage. More importantly, she has just given birth to our baby 5 months ago. She is a mother now. The only thing that we have is our self respect. Please don’t ask me to do such a thing! Please be kind to us. Please don’t be so cruel! '

Ameerchand, silently replied, ' Jeevan, don’t waste my time. As it is, you have cheated me by not paying since the last two years. Now, there is no question of giving time. I am too excited by your wife's fantastic body. I want it. My body wants it. Though I am 50 years old, I still have my needs. I simply want your wife. And don’t worry, even if I spend the night in your wife's bed, I shall quietly go away in the morning. No one will know, except the three of us. Your self respect will remain intact. But if I go to the security officer station now, your self respect will be torn to shreds within the next one hour! So don’t waste time and talk to her now! Now! '

While wiping my eyes, I turned back and saw that my wife was standing at the door! While we were arguing, my wife had apparently come into our room to serve some water. Seeing the loud arguments, she had stopped and stood at the door. She had listened to each and every word of our conversation! Looking at me, and understanding Ameerchand's threats, she ran into the kitchen, weeping. I ran behind her to the kitchen. She came into my arms and started sobbing un-controllably. I told her not to worry. I told her that I shall gladly go to prison to save her chastity. She kept sobbing. I kept reassuring her that she need not worry. I asked her to take care of our baby, when I was in prison. I told her, that maybe she could get a job as a housemaid, or as a babysitter, to enable her and my child to live at least on basics of life! She finally wiped her tears and said,

' No! Jeevanji! I will not allow you to go to prison! I am your wife! Your welfare is my duty! I will die if you go to prison! It is alright. You go and tell that scoundrel that he can have my body, for his pleasure, if that’s what will satisfy him! Tell the rascal that I will do whatever he says to give pleasure to his body! Go and tell him that, Jeevanji! '

I was more shocked now! I too started weeping! I said, ' No! No, Anupama. No! I may be a poor government clerk. I may not have money. But, I am your husband. I love you. You are not a prostitute! I can’t allow another man to ravage your body! '

She replied, ' No! Jeevanji! Under no condition, will I allow you to go to prison! I am your wife! It is alright. It is just one night after all! As it is, no one will know if he spends the night with me, on my bed! So tomorrow morning everything will be OK! Please do, what I say! Go! '

I quietly went to Ameerchand and told him that my young, lovely, loving, 24 year old wife had agreed to let him, a lowly third rate, 50 year old man ravage her body through out the night, in our own marital bed! He was happy. I could see the lust in his eyes. He told me to tell Anupama, not to have her bath and to remain, as she was, in the same saree and underclothes through out, until the night. He claimed that he wanted her ' Naturally '! I told my wife. She agreed. I was extremely worried. My wife Anupama, was so small in height. And here was Ameerchand. Though he was 50 years old, he was built like a bull! He was tall - almost 6' 4 ", dark, with a mustache, Broad shoulders and strong hairy and muscular forearms. I shuddered to think, how he would be endowed sexually. I was almost sure that he would be huge! My own penis was rather average in size. Just 5 inches, when erect. That itself, my wife accommodated in her vagina with a bit of difficulty, as she had a rather very narrow and small vaginal opening. I was frightened that this beast Ameerchand would tear her vagina apart, with his brute strength. Later, as he had asked her not to take a bath, my disheveled wife served us lunch. We ate silently. I noted that Ameerchand could not remove his eyes off my wife's breasts and midriff. His eyes were glazed with sheer lust. Finally, he finished his lunch and got up to wash his hands. I was shocked to see a tent formed on the front of his dhoti! He was having a massive erection, which even his dhoti could not hide! My heart started pumping faster, wondering what his organ would do to my wife!

Ameerchand came back, sat in the room and started smoking a cigarette. My wife went to wash vessels. I started getting all vessels from the room to the kitchen washing area, knowing that she will not get any rest at night. My wife once again tucked up a portion of her saree, to her petticoat on the left side, stood at the basin on the side of the kitchen platform and started washing the vessels. She had also tucked in the end of her pallu to the petticoat on her hips. Her fair and smooth midriff was now clearly visible and once again her left breast in her bra, could be seen through her blouse, which was peeping out from under her pallu. Her lovely, fair and smooth, left leg was visible up to a feet, due to the tucking of her saree. Her Mangalsutra was hanging from her neck over her breasts. She looked so lovely, so innocent and so tender! Within a few minutes, I turned to see, Ameerchand, standing at the door of the kitchen watching my lovely wife working. Her back was facing him and he was staring at her big, round buttocks thru' her saree and petticoat. Anupama was not aware of his presence. She silently kept washing the vessels. He once again seemed to have an erection, as I could see the tent back on the front of his dhoti. I was arranging some other things in the kitchen and pretended that I was not observing the old Ameerchand staring at my young wife!

After observing my wife for a few minutes, Ameerchand slowly walked up to her and stood close to her back, his erection thru' his dhoti, almost touching Anupama's buttocks! She turned and saw him so close to her. But, without saying anything, she continued washing the vessels. Ameerchand now extended his arms slowly and touched her midriff! Anupama, almost jerked up at his touch. She closed her eyes for a moment, opened them again and without a sound, continued washing the vessels. Ameerchand, now started caressing my wife's smooth and fair midriff with his palms. He encircled her midriffs with his arms on either side of her body and pressed himself into her! Obviously, she could feel his massive erection, on her buttocks, through her saree. She fell back slightly upon him. Ameerchand's massive hairy arms had encircled her small body completely from both sides now! I tried my level best not to stare at this 50 year old lecher, feeling up my 24 year old lovely wife. Slowly Ameerchand took his palms up and cupped both of her large, round, firm and full breasts! He just kept his palms cupped over them, without fondling them - obviously, he was relishing their feel! Slowly he brought his arms behind and started caressing my wife's big, exciting buttocks! She did not stop him. He then started rubbing his erection into her buttocks, thru' her saree! Then, holding and caressing her midriff with his left hand, he bent and put his right hand under her saree. Ameerchand now started to feel my lovely young wife's, silky smooth legs. The saree and petticoat kept on getting got pulled up as his hand moved further and further, up her legs. His hand now reached her lovely, large thighs. Ameerchand kept his erection pressed into my wife's buttocks while he was feeling her thighs. I could see my wife's Saree and petticoat all bunched up on Ameerchand's arms, as his hand kept travelling yet further upwards, on my wife's thighs. His hand now reached her white cotton panty. My wife now closed her eyes. He hooked his finger into the side of her panty and started touching her hairy vagina. My wife has a very thick growth of pubic hair all over her vagina. Being a small built woman, she has a very small, but beautiful and protruding black vagina, with a rather large half an inch clitoris! Her vaginal opening is almost tiny! I could see that he started playing with her pubic hair. My wife kept her eyes closed. Ameerchand now slid one finger into her vagina and started rubbing it over her clitoris. My wife started squirming. He then inserted his second finger into her vagina and started moving both his fingers in and out of her vagina. My wife began to squirm all the more. I could see that her vagina was getting wet and it was emitting a pungent smell - as she had not bathed that day! Ameerchand then released her and bent down. He put his face under her petticoat and started smelling her, sweaty, pungent smelling, hairy vagina ! He started licking her pubic hair. He started licking the sweat off her vagina. He then thrust his tongue into her hole and started tickling her clitoris with his tongue! While standing, my wife had spread her thighs to give herself balance and also to give Ameerchand some more room to sit properly under her petticoat, with his tongue into her vagina! Ameerchand now turned her. He started licking all over her sweaty buttocks and the crack between her two buttocks! He slowly inserted his tongue into her rectum!

At that point of time, our baby started crying in the bedroom. Without looking at my wife, encircled by the huge Ameerchand, I said that I will pick up the baby.

My wife, Anupama, with Ameerchand's head thrust between her legs, said, ' Jeevanji, it is feeding time for our baby now. He needs my milk. You please go and pick him up from the cradle. I shall wash my hands and come to feed him '

Then she said to Ameerchand, who was still cupping her breasts, ' Saabji, please . . . . please . . . . let me go for 15 - 20 minutes. My baby is crying and I have to feed him my milk! Once, I finish, you can do what you wish again! '

Ameerchand said, ' Jeevan, you go and pick up the kid. I shall bring Anupama for feeding him, as soon as she washes her hands! '

I went into the room and picked up my baby. Within two minutes, Anupama came into the room with Ameerchand. He was still cupping her breasts from behind. He allowed her to sit on the bed. I gave her the baby. She turned away to feed him. But Ameerchand asked her to face us. He said that he will prepare her to feed the baby. He said that he wished to see her feeding her breast milk to our baby! He himself, went to her, and sat next to her. Then slowly, he pulled away her pallu, un-hooked her blouse, and slid her white bra upwards, so as to expose both her breasts. Her large, lovely, firm, round breasts plopped out! Her big black nipples were erect to release her milk. Her areolae were almost standing! Her nipples looked so enticing! Ameerchand took one nipple to the baby's mouth and inserted it into it. He started playing with the other nipple, swirling it in his rough, crude large fingers. Then he focussed on my wife's breast. He started playing with them, touching them, squeezing them, pinching them and biting them. Then he put his mouth on my wife's other large nipple and started sucking. As my wife used to breast feed our baby, her breasts were full of milk. When Ameerchand found milk shooting from my wife's breast into his mouth, he started sucking, he hungrily fixed his mouth on her nipple and started sucking all her milk into his mouth! My wife tried to tell him, that our baby needed that milk for the evening. But he was in no mood to listen. He kept sucking hungrily on her nipple, while our baby drank from her other nipple. My wife Anupama looked at me helplessly. I was watching Ameerchand, suck her nipple, with some sense of fascination, which I was confused about. After he had sucked off all the milk in that breast, he triumphantly looked up at me and giggled satisfactorily! He went back to the other room, after telling me to get him a bottle of liquor for the evening and also reminding my wife, not to wash and went to sleep!
(TO BE CONTINUED)