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Streak of Grey - Part - 3

I did not just manage to get my wife into a spin, I caused a nightmare in our lives.

I am Pratik. My wife Arpi and Ali became friends, whilst she travelled to her job in the bus. Ali was a regular driver on that bus. Ali’s impressive personality, mysterious air about him and strong physique attracted her. Arpi was a bit puzzled when she realized that she rather liked Ali’s stares roaming all over her body.

Ali and my wife Arpi had several outings with Ali’s friends. Ali introduced her as his girl friend, concealing the fact that Arpi was married; perhaps with an implicit consent from Arpi.

Arpi later told me that in one of their outings Arpi and Ali kissed and Ali fondled her breasts. Hearing all these narrations and adding to it what she did not say, I could picture the whole sequence of events, enough to arouse me for a solid erection. I realized that I was becoming a cuckold husband.

I realized that my dear, beautiful and (until then) faithful wife was uncontrollably heading towards a dangerous relationship with her elder paramour Ali. A situation came when she was so crazy about Ali that if I had stopped her, I was almost certain that she would have either resorted to cheating or might at some point have even left me to be Ali’s fuck buddy.

Ali by then had an income which would be adequate to bear her sustenance. I thought Ali might even marry her. In his religion, more than one wife was legitimate. That was not the outcome that I desired. I decided to use the difficulty as an opportunity. Had I known that their relationship could head the way it ultimately did, perhaps I might have thought differently.

A sinister plan developed in my mind. It could kill three birds with one stroke. First was to enjoy the role of a controller of the little puppet show that I had planned, with Ali and my wife Arpi acting as my puppets. I wanted the situation to end as I wanted it and not the way Arpi and Ali wanted. Second was to fulfil my fantasy of seeing how she would act and emote, if some other male fucked her. The third was to take my secret revenge on my wife for punishing me for a little flirting I did with my assistant Roma. Of course the main objective was that I wanted to control and enjoy the situation and not be controlled by it or suffer as a consequence.

I not only let my wife and Ali to play out their love act, I encouraged them. I invited Ali to my house and encouraged Ali and my wife Arpi to flirt and smooch in my presence. This factor added tremendously to strengthen their morale and boosted their confidence. Naturally that lead my wife Arpi to get ready to be fucked by her boy friend Ali, who was so eager to oblige, no questions asked.

They both stripped in our bed room and kissed and smooched. That was the first time that I saw Ali’s long and thick cock. Even when half erect, it was not less than eight inches long and a solid three inches thick. It was as if he had come out of any porn movie. I could easily understand why my wife had fallen for him. I strongly suspected (looking at familiar expressions on her face, when she saw Ali uncovering his cock in front of her) that she must have seen it before, fondled it and in all likelihood had it inside her.

Arpi caressed Ali’s long, thick and naked cock lovingly in her palm while Ali inserted his two fingers in Arpi’s pussy to make her twist and turn in the bed and beg him to fuck her black and blue. I was not fully certain if it was the first time that she let his fingers inside her pussy. 

She convulsed on the bed and had a huge orgasm, the like of which I had not seen in a long time. Ali had driven her to such heights of passion and desire that I, as her husband, had not been able to do.

Ali knew all her weak spots. Either he had had good experience of my wife’s body reflexes or he was married and had been there with plenty of women before. To me, the later seemed more logical. However, the first one also could not be ruled out.

As Ali kept finger fucking my wife Arpi, her moans and pleadings increased. Her moans became louder and her shouts pleading Ali to fuck her became frequent. However, Ali was in no hurry to oblige her.

Ali asked my wife Arpi to stand on the floor. He perhaps wanted to see her naked in her full glory. Arpi’s shapely figure standing in nakedness must have been his ‘dream come true’. Ali licked her with his saliva starting from her toes. Ali’s kissing all along her body drove my wife to frenzy. She experienced new and arousing sensations. When Ali reached my wife’s vagina, he stopped and made her spread her legs and sit with his mouth between them. Her pussy was right atop Ali’s mouth. Arpi’s dripping juice was flowing straight into Ali’s mouth. He seemed to enjoy its taste. (I never liked the taste of her juices.)

Ali’s eating my wife’s pussy was a huge turn on for me too. Arpi saw from the corner of her eye that I stood watching them make love. I was happy that at least she noticed me finally. She signalled me to come closer and caught my crotch. I removed my trousers and under garment to let her fondle and caress my hard erect penis; while Ali sucked her juice. It was almost like a scene from a porn movie. My demure and innocent wife had turned into a slut that evening.

Ali and my wife were both horny as hell. From their comfort level with each other, it was easy to guess that they must have fucked at least once earlier. After overcoming initial hesitation on account of my presence, my wife and Ali were at ease with each other. There was no first time hesitation. Usually it is the male who pleads his love mate for mating. Here the opposite was the case.

Lost in the thoughts of my wife’s changed personality, I did not notice that Arpi had made Ali mount her as she lay on the bed, eager to feel his thick, long and hard meat rod enter her small, tight pussy hole. She had closed her eyes in anticipation. Her anxiety reflected in her tightly squeezing my cock in her hand; which she had not left during the transfer of their positions.

I grabbed her soft, succulent and full breasts in my hands and ruefully wondered why I decided to lose my exclusive right over her superb tits. However, all that was of no consequence. I had taken the step and the result was in front of me. I was not in charge of my wife’s tits or body anymore; looking at the pace with which Ali was progressing on making my wife his plaything.

I came out of my reverie when I heard ‘futch… futch…’ sound of Ali ramming my wife and Arpi’s cries, “Oh… Ali… slowly... please… you are hurting me,” and then Arpi moaning loudly as the pace of their fucking increased. I saw my simple, shy wife turning into a fuck-loving slut enjoying each thrust from Ali’s pelvis. I saw his testicles swinging and hitting my wife’s ass cheeks hard.

While Ali was ramming into my wife, she covered my jealous boner with her fingers and kept shagging me. I was hard and erect seeing my wife fucked by a cock the size of which I had only seen in porn movies.  With each heave from Ali, Arpi would give several shags on my cock. When Ali stopped to breathe, Arpi shagged me faster. Perhaps she wanted Ali and me cumming at the same time; Ali inside her and me in her fingers.

As the fucking progressed and Arpi wanted more and more of Ali’s cock, Ali started shouting dirty filth such as, “I knew you slut… you were always wanting my big cock in your tight pussy. You were never satisfied with your husband’s tiny lulu (for penis). Here you are. Now take mine. You will now be my slut forever. Remember that will you? NO, don’t just nod your dumb head. Say you will be my slut forever,” Ali asked Arpi as he repeatedly rammed into her.

I saw Arpi nod her little pretty head to say, “Yes, Ali darling… Fuck me black and blue. I am your slut and yours forever. I am here to please you any time and every time you want me.”

I was amazed at the language being dished out by both Ali and Arpi. It looked as if they'd had not one but several fucking sessions before Ali visited my house. That was shocking for me. That meant that my wife was cheating on me, even though I had allowed her to keep Ali as her lover. I felt disgusted at both of them. I wondered to myself, what shameless and ungrateful people they were! I did not know if I was playing a victim card to myself or justifying self imposed righteousness.

As Ali and Arpita reached their climax, I could see my loving, seemingly simple wife, crying herself hoarse asking Ali to fuck harder. Ali at the peak of his arousal, kept banging my wife with the words, “Take it honey. Are you getting my bomb? I am coming in you darling. Keep my manhood into your small little body…” With that final sentence, I saw Ali’s face twitch as he unloaded a huge load of sperm in my wife’s hungry pussy.

I too released my load in my wife’s tender fingers almost as Ali released his inside her. Arpita had convulsed and had a huge orgasm a few seconds before and was content to see us both cry out our ecstasies as we unloaded our liquids. My cum sprayed all over her naked body with some drops falling on her lips. I was surprised to see her licking that out. She had never done it before.

I was not happy that Ali should have cummed inside her. I asked Ali, “Did you not wear any protection?”

Ali looked at me quizzically and said, “But Arpi asked me not to. She said she did not have a child for long with you and if she conceived through me, she would love it.”

For me that was the end of my moral right over my wife. I realised that I had lost my wife Arpi to this old (I admit my gross prejudice), not so good-looking, but hard-fucking fellow. I felt small. I slowly rose and left the room leaving them in the bedroom.

My head was spinning with multiple and confusing thoughts. Arpi had cheated on me. My fantasy of seeing my wife fucked by a stranger evaporated. She was no longer my wife. She now decided to belong to another man and be his fuck buddy, his slut. She said in so many words. I washed myself and dressed up and walked out to a well lit but deserted park nearby. I wanted to breathe some fresh air. Ali and Arpi’s fucking smell had still not left my nostrils. I wondered what I would do now.

After about half an hour of aimless roaming around in the park, I returned home. Ali’s car was gone. The door was open and Arpi had dressed and was sitting on a chair in our dining room waiting for me to return. As soon as she saw me enter, she rushed and clung to me, and started crying. She said, “Honey, are you cross with me? Why did you encourage me to go forward with Ali? I had decided to break my relations with him. Why did you make me turn around?”

When I kept quiet, she composed herself, turned and looked at me and said, “Besides, I thought you were taken in by this girl Roma, aren’t you? I thought you wanted me to get attached to Ali so that you could have your fun with Roma, isn’t it?”

I was completely foxed and didn’t know what to say. I opted for a softer approach. I patted her back and said, “You seem to have made a choice. You love Ali and now I know that he fucked you many times before today. Did he or did he not? Say yes, or no!”

Arpi nodded her pretty head to admit that she was fucked by Ali several times earlier too.

“And you decided not to tell me about it?” I asked. Arpi nodded her pretty head again.

“Which means: you love him and want to keep getting fucked by him again and again. Is that right?” I asked her in anger and was horrified to see her nod her head in acceptance.

Then realising that she had blundered, she said, “No no it s not like that. Yes, I like him and… You know… I did… have… sex… thrice earlier with him… when his friends coaxed him to have sex with me. that I was his girl friend… Ali pleaded with me… I could not say no… But…” Saying this she broke down and started crying. 

I was completely confused. I felt pity for my simple wife, who was driven by her lust for a hard and big lund (cock) on one hand and her loyalty to her husband on the other. She did not want to leave either. It looked like what started as a mere funny experiment was turning into a nightmare. I felt sympathy and love for my wife and thought she had erred. I kept pacifying her and made her quiet gradually.

However, the nightmare had not ended. Sobering down after her sobs, Arpi dropped a bombshell.

“Honey, when you went out just now, Ali said he wanted to do a Master’s degree and was looking for a house on rent. He asked me if we can accommodate him in our house and give him our guest room. Please! He is prepared to pay good rent for it. That way we could also get some extra income. I think we should say yes, darling, don’t you agree? Please!”

Well, in a moment of emotional insanity, I had registered my house (which I had paid for, from my income) in Arpi’s name and she had then become legally the owner of the house. If Arpi wanted it that way, she could do whatever she liked with the house. I had no choice but to say yes. It looked to me that her request was not really a request. Her emphasis behind the word “please” (repeated twice) made it clear that it was her decision disguised as a request.

Ali soon shifted into our house and then began the sequence of their fucking openly in my presence and absence in our house day in and day out, in each nook and corner of the house. Arpi would never have enough of Ali. Arpi looked to enjoy the freedom of being fucked whenever and wherever in her house. Arpi slept with Ali all nights and Ali behaved as if he was the owner of the house. Surprisingly it was okay with Arpi too.

Arpi behaved more as if she was Ali’s wife than mine. Only in the presence of some of our acquaintances and old relations, Arpi acknowledged me as her husband. When Ali’s friends visited the house, Arpi treated me as a guest and behaved as if she was Ali’s wife. She seemed to have surrendered completely to Ali. I never expected that having a big cock can win you such loyalty and commitment from a normal, conservative household woman.

I was seething inside. However, there was little I could do. Laws in Australia are inclined to favour women and I was afraid that if I raised my voice or if I misbehaved with my wife, she might create legal problems for me with Ali backing her. I had to accept my fate and hope things would change in times to come.

One day, when Ali was out, Arpi gave me good (although not exactly shocking) news that she was pregnant. I was in half a mind to ask by whom. However, it would have been foolish to do so. The way Ali and my wife were fucking, only a fool would ask such a question. In those days, Arpi and I had rarely, if ever, fucked. She was not interested in sleeping with me anymore. She always went to sleep with Ali after dinner and household chores. They fucked loudly the whole night, not caring that I could hear their moans and cries in the next room.

I had to meekly hug her and congratulate her as if I was happy to hear the news of an addition in our family. I had to hear her blabbering as to how she was lucky to have mothered a child after a long time. (Was it to remind me that I was unable to make her pregnant for years?) I would have been thrilled to hear the news, under different circumstances. However, I hardly had any feeling at all.

After about a week, I had to travel to Melbourne for a week on official business. When Arpi heard of my going on tour she asked me, “Honey, the guest room in which Ali lives, needs to be repaired and renovated. Would you mind if Ali shifts to our bedroom while you will be away? I shall get the room painted while you are away.”

It did not make any difference to me. I told her it was okay. In any case she slept with Ali all nights.

However, when I returned from tour and reached home, I found that, although the guestroom was neatly done up and was ready to use, Ali’s clothing were replaced by mine. Besides, Arpi placed my suitcase, quietly in the guestroom instead of our master bedroom. I was puzzled and asked her why, she said, “Darling, Ali and I felt that for two people the guest room is rather small. When you left, you said it was ok for you if Ali and I moved into our master bedroom. Then I thought, why don't we change our rooms? Would you mind, darling?” Arpi asked me sweetly.

So I was being pushed out of my own house gradually. From master bedroom to guestroom, from master of the house to a guest, I had become. I had an acute pain in my chest. I realized that day that I had lost my dear and committed wife Arpi and the house that I had built with my hard earned money to Ali forever. I was completely shattered. When I heard Arpi say this, I collapsed on the sofa. Arpi saw that I was unhappy with her decision. She asked me if I was okay.

I was too shocked to respond. I looked at her blankly. Was this my wife who I loved so deeply and who I wanted to give all the happiness in the world? Was this the same person, who loved me so deeply and who was so much dedicated and committed to me?

I told her I was fine. She heard me and walked away without bothering to see that I was obviously not so. She had lost all her sensitivity to know how I felt.

I was depressed and sad to say the least. That reflected in my behaviour in the office too. Colleagues around me noticed it also. My boss perhaps guessed there was something wrong but refrained from asking what it was. However, Roma came to me a number of times to casually ask me how things were with me. Seeing me in that state of dejection, she had some womanly instinct to know that I had some issues with my wife. She asked me subtly if everything was okay at home. I kept dodging her inquiries. Several times, Roma went out of her way to come very close to me and took my hands into her. She sat much closer to me and made me feel her body as she asked me how things were at home.

I avoided her queries and she left it at that.

One morning I was sitting on my bed in my guest room, thinking about my situation vis-a-vis Arpi and Ali. I kept brooding about my pathetic state when I saw Ali emerging from what was our bedroom. He looked at my state and smiled at me sheepishly. He came and sat beside me and as he laid his hand on my shoulder, he asked me, “Prateek dear, are you surprised at the situation you are in now? Did I not tell you much earlier that your lovely wife shall be my sex slave once she had my big cock inside her? Now she is mine and I can do to her what I want and she will be game for it. Your lovely, faithful wife is no longer yours dear and the earlier you accept it, the better it is for you.”

He paused for a while to look at the impact his statement made on me. I was foxed to say the least. Ali squeezed my shoulder and said, “But dear, do not get worked up. After I get bored with her, I shall leave her for you. You may then fuck her to your heart’s content, because I would then have moved onto someone else’s wife. You see, I love to fuck just married beautiful wives of husbands like you.”

I was bursting with anger but I controlled myself. I was shocked at Ali’s impertinence. I was the one who made them reconcile their differences. 'Ungrateful bastard!' I thought in my own mind. However, I still had some confidence in my wife. I told Ali, “Don’t be so cocky. Yes she likes to be fucked by you. However, she knows the difference between sex and a relationship. She would break away from you if you talk nonsense about me or ask her to do weird things in front of me.”

Ali laughed brazenly and asked me, “Oh! Are you so confident of your wife? Suppose I demonstrate to you that she is no longer yours and wholly mine? Would you leave us alone?”

I thought about his challenge. In any case, if indeed she decided to go all out for Ali, then I had no role in my wife’s life. I decided to accept his challenge. I said, “Be my guest. Prove it.”

Ali looked irritated at my accepting his challenge and said, “Okay, wait here and I shall show you.”

I nodded my head and stretched on the bed to catch some sleep while Ali walked back to their bedroom. I wondered what he would do next. I was sure the first thing he would perhaps do, would be to fuck my sex-guzzling, pretty wife well and truly to gain her favour, before he ventured into asking anything of her.

However, I did not hear anything for quite some time. I must have dozed off when suddenly there was a knock on my door. Ali called me out to come to their bedroom. I was fast asleep. I got up and walked gingerly to open the door. Ali had left. I washed my face and walked to what was their bedroom now. The scene I saw when I opened the door was unbelievable.

My beautiful wife was stark naked standing bending forward with her arms resting on the bed. I could see Ali’s shapely bum from behind as he pumped his rod into my wife’s cunt repeatedly with great force. His hands clutched my wife’s hanging breasts. With each heave my wife cried out, “Oh… Ali… Fuck me… harder… Gosh! You are good…”

When I entered the bedroom, Ali turned to look behind and saw me. He smiled and asked Arpi, “Darling, your hubby is here now. He wants to know if you are now my slave for ever or not.”

Arpi turned behind to look at me. I could not fathom the expressions on her face. She first looked at Ali and then smiled pitifully at me, then again looked at Ali and said, “Ali darling, I am yours to be fucked and sucked as you want forever. My hubby is a nincompoop. He could not give me a child. He is no good. I shall have your child and I shall be yours forever. Prateek is legally my hubby still, but is no good for me anymore.”

I felt dizzy. I had lost my wife forever. My fantasy had proved fatal. I envied Ali. He was thoroughly enjoying her cunt, breasts, body, her lips and all that was mine for years. Seeing me watching him fuck my wife, gave Ali tremendous extra energy. He kept impaling my wife from behind with great vigour.

I saw his long, dark and thick rod shining brightly with his pre-cum and my wife’s slimy juices, a maze of intertwining veins swollen fully, slipping in and out of my wife’s swollen pussy. My wife’s luscious full breasts were strongly gripped by him and he squeezed them hard as he fucked her harder with each stroke. His firm butt shrunk and shook with each of his heaves. Arpi’s moans kept getting louder as she neared her orgasm.

Ali asked Arpi in what appeared to me humiliating tone, “Is my whore satisfied by the fucking I gave you honey?”

Arpi looked behind at me first and then at Ali and said in dutiful voice, “Ali, you gave me a solid fuck. I am fully satisfied.”

Did I notice a hint of awe for Ali in her eyes? I was not sure.

Ali then looked behind at me triumphantly and asked, “You never fucked her ass, did you?”

He was right. Arpi never allowed me to fuck her ass.

Ali said, “Now look how badly she would want me to fuck her ass with my long and thick cock.” Ali bent, kissed Arpi’s ears and asked, “Honey, should I fuck your ass?”

I was greatly enthused when Arpi cried out, “Oh! No darling, don’t fuck my ass…”

However, my joy was short lived as she finished her sentence. “Don’t fuck my ass now. Give me all your juices in my cunt first and then I will be ready to get your cock in my ass, honey!”

Ali winked at me and smiled from ear to ear. He was nearing his climax too. His frequency of stroking into my wife increased. He pushed faster as he neared his release. He cried out, “Arpi I am coming… Ah… Wow. My slut. You are a great fuck.” I could feel him emptying out all his virility into my wife as he sighed heavily.

Arpi cried out simultaneously matching Ali’s rhythm, "Darling, I am coming too… hold me tighter… Ahhh…”

Ali and Arpi collapsed on bed. Ali holding Arpi firmly in his arms, keeping his cock embedded in her pussy. There was perspiration on their foreheads. I was aroused too. I'd had no sex for longer than I remembered. I held my rock hard cock in my hands as I saw both Ali and Arpi resting with their bodies still joined together.

Ali looked at me and smiled disdainfully, “Look at the poor husband of my slut! Looks like he did not have a choot (cunt) for a long long time.”

Ali turned to look at Arpi and said, “Honey, you are not fair. After all he is the one who let us mingle. How can you make him starve for sex for so long? Let him fuck you at least once in a while, even if you don’t enjoy fucking him! After all, there is something called kindness and pity, in this world, isn’t there?”

Ali then looked at me pitifully and asked, “Do you want to fuck her? I can allow you to fuck her before I fuck her ass. Would you like to?”

I hated myself for getting aroused. Ali was getting on my nerves. He was asking me, showering his pity on me, if I wanted to fuck my wife!!!

However, my hard on, my boner, prevailed over my brain. I had not fucked my wife Arpi (or any woman for that matter) for longer than I remembered. I wanted to feel her pussy enveloping my cock. I timidly nodded my head.

Ali quickly got up, withdrawing his still hard cock and smacked Arpi’s naked bum hard and said, “Honey, let your hubby fuck you while I clean myself up. After he finishes, I will fuck your ass, okay dumbo?”

I was amazed at the way he treated my wife. I thought Arpi will shout or snap at Ali for calling her "dumbo". However, she nodded her head meekly and said, “As you say darling. You are my master. I am not very keen to have my hubby fuck me with his small penis. But since you have asked me, I shall let him fuck me until you are ready to fuck my ass.”

She straightened up. Her perky breasts still looked fresh and tight yet full, even after the beating and biting from her lover Ali. She looked a perfect naked woman except that I noticed some grazes and a hint of scratch on her breasts and cheeks. She lowered her body and stretched on the bed, spreading her legs wide, exposing her pussy for me, following Ali’s command.

I had never heard my wife using such foul words, treating me like a dust bin and behaving like a slut. However, I was too enamoured and horny seeing her naked body lying invitingly naked in front of me to think of anything else. It was not often that my wife so easily agreed to get fucked by me before. I had to resort to a lot of foreplay, plead with her and sweetly undress her before she consented to get fucked.

I mounted her. How lovely she looked lying naked after the fuck from Ali with her pussy oozing out Ali’s cum. In desperation, I slipped my cock into Arpi’s waiting cunt. My cock slipped in easily. There was no movement in her body. Probably she hardly felt my cock sliding into her.

It was when I started stroking her, she said, “Prateek dear. Come on, be quick. If you are horny, get it out. Doesn’t that slut Roma let you fuck her? If you just wanted a cunt, you should have told Ali. He would have let you fuck me, if you were sex-starved. I thought you were fucking Roma all this while.”

Although I enjoyed the experience of my cock in my wife’s pussy, the ecstasy was killed by Arpi’s sarcastic comments on Roma and her complete lack of interest in me, her husband. I hated myself for falling for Ali’s trick of humiliating me in front of my wife. I withdrew my cock from her pussy and retorted equally sarcastically, “You have now become a whore from a housewife. I am sorry that I was also responsible for it to some extent.”

I saw Arpi twisting her face at my reply, cleaned up herself and got up. She looked at Ali respectfully (or was there some fear in her eyes?) and addressed me, “To some extent? You were the root cause of all this.” Then moving to Ali, she caught Ali’s hanging not so erect cock in her hand and said, “But I am happy that you did it. If you had not encouraged me, I would not have experienced this and missed something in my life.”

Then brushing me off with a wave of her hands she said, “Anyway, what has happened has happened and there is nothing you can do about it. Arpi then looked at Ali and asked him, “Am I right, honey?” I detected a faint ray of fear in her eyes. It looked to me as if she asked Ali if her behaviour and words met with Ali’s approval.

I walked out of their bedroom frustrated. I felt like a tree cut from its root. I was desperate, helpless and lonely. I decided not to think anymore and fell in my bed to catch some sleep.

All the time Ali was making inroads into our personal lives, Roma had been watching my ill at ease behaviour in the office. She had asked me several times the reason, and I always avoided her inquiries, saying it was nothing serious.

However, that day I was not myself in the office. I was getting distracted in my job and had a tough time with my boss. Roma noticed it and before office closing time, she came to me to ask what the matter was. When I tried to evade her persistent inquiries, she held my hand and asked me point blank not to dodge her question and tell her what was bugging my mind.

When she confronted me with her persistent and sincere questions, my inner turmoil became uncontrollable. My eyes became wet. In the confines of my office, when she came closer, held my hands comforting me and almost hugged me to ask what the matter was, it burst out in the open. I was unable to control my emotions. A lump had formed in my throat and I could not speak. She comforted me quietly, patting my back without asking questions and hugged me so tight that I was sure she could feel my cock below her navel.

The office was closing. She asked me if I could drop her home. When we reached her home, she invited me in.

She offered me a drink without asking my choice and rushed to the washroom perhaps to take a shower and change as I sipped the drink sitting on the sofa, looking around at her living room. There were no family pictures. There was a bookshelf and some flowers in a pot.

She returned quickly changing into a loose fitting gown that made her look desirable. I saw her perky breasts that had been focal point of my attention, whenever I saw her earlier. Her bra hardly contained her lovely breasts. From where I stood, I could see a huge swell of her breasts forming tempting cleavage above her tiny bra. She sat opposite me crossing her legs and came to the point straight away.

Roma: “You look distraught and broken. I don’t want to be intrusive, but I strongly suspect you need help. You saved my career and my life, when I was in deep trouble. I feel it is the time, when I could perhaps reciprocate the favour. What is the matter? Is it your wife?” I didn’t know how she guessed. She perhaps had an inkling about the reason of my pain and agony; a womanly trait. She had perhaps pieced together my occasional blabbering about my home affairs, when earlier she had asked me about my behaviour.

I could no longer control my emotions. Tears welled up in my eyes. I looked at her. I could not speak. I slowly nodded my head. The whole hell broke loose. I began to cry like a baby.  She moved closer to me and took me in her arms. Her mild perfume and feminine body smell was driving me crazy. My complete focus shifted from my misery to my good fortune. I lost my pretty wife to that crook Ali, but was likely to get Roma in the bargain, if I was lucky.

She patted me like a mother. She rested my head on her breasts. I could feel her firm and full breasts on my face. I was genuinely grateful for her compassion and at the same time highly aroused by the sensual feminine fragrance of her body invading my mind and hardening my cock. She let me nuzzle my face on her breasts. I could feel her bra on my nose. She patted my back and said, “Come to me, my baby! You are so innocent and sweet. Just relax and don’t say anything. Everything will be fine.”

Her touch was soothing and arousing. I had not felt a woman’s body so erotically close for some time. I was craving for sex, seeing Ali and Arpi fucking like rabbits day in and day out shamelessly in my house either in front of or behind me without a care. My dear and lovely wife for years did not care that I also had sexual desires and perhaps she could devote some part of her time to me at least once in a while. I had to withdraw my cock from inside her pussy when I was in a highly aroused state. That feeling was still inside and I was horny as hell to fuck a woman.

I just could not control myself and enveloped Roma in my arms. I moved closer to her and tried to place my lips on her lips. Roma moved away, instinctively. She said, “Okay, baby. Have patience. I know you are going through difficult times. But tell me exactly what is going on.”

I realised immediately that I have to tell her my story and it had better be an emotional one.  In any case, I was emotionally stressed so much that I had no difficulty in letting my emotions play out. I told her my tale of woes in a continuous stream of words. She listened to me with rapt attention. She was overwhelmed and perhaps aroused (my guess) hearing about Arpi and Ali’s nonstop fucking in my house. I did not restrain my language and she did not mind my using four letter words.

By the time I finished my story, she had gradually snuggled into me in an attempt to console and to comfort me. I had her almost in my lap. I placed my hand on her boobs over her gown. She did not push it away. I got a bit bolder and I squeezed her full breasts. Her bra was just for name's sake. Her breasts were flowing out of her bra. I could feel a ball of flexible meat of her breasts in my fingers.

Roma tuned behind and looked in my eyes. She raised her mouth and offered me her lips. She adjusted her position as I lowered my mouth and placed my lips on her lips. We were engaged in a passionate kiss which perhaps lasted for several minutes. She not only let me kiss her but aggressively bit me hard on my lower lip and said, “I have been waiting for you for a long time Prateek. I was not keen to disturb your marriage. However, now I see that your marriage is on the rocks. Come on, no more questions and forget stupid social dogmas. Now, I am yours to enjoy. I want you to fuck me like you never fucked Arpi.

During that time, without uttering a word and distracting from our passionate kiss, Roma had quietly opened up her gown from the front and unstrapped her bra. She moved my mouth from her mouth and let it slide onto her naked breasts. I felt as if her full, succulent and pert breasts were eagerly waiting for me to kiss and suck them. I nuzzled my head between her breasts as if seeking to remain hidden from the realities of my life. 

Her nipples had turned erect and bulged out at their seams. There were goose bumps on her brown areolas. Her breasts swelled at my touch. She lovingly watched me suck her succulent and silky breasts. She slipped her hand between my legs and felt my swollen cock. She slipped down my zip and felt my cock under my briefs.

I moved hurriedly to undo my belt and removed my trousers and slipped down my briefs to let her feel my engorged cock in her palm. She caressed my cock and testicles tastily in her palm and fingers and murmured, “My! How I wished to feel these for weeks now. Mind you Prateek. I am not obliging you by showering my sympathies or love on you. I am repaying the debt that you bestowed on me by helping me get rid of my earlier hubby and his tortures and making me self-sufficient by getting my dues from my ex, thanks to your lawyer friend. If you helped me then, how can I ditch you in your tough times now? Besides, I always wanted to be fucked by you, believe… me.”

Her sentence was left hanging as I bent over her, took her naked body up in my arms, lay her on her bed and placed my lips on her, lying by her side. My hand slid up the smoothness of her thighs and reached her thin velvety-hair-covered pussy. I spread her pussy lips apart only to find that her juices spurted out of her horny cunt, showing that she was hot and wanted to be fucked hard. She convulsed as I poked one of my fingers in her leaking cunt as she mumbled, “Prateek, fuck me and fuck me hard as you have never fucked any one before….”

Although I was close to her in the office and we were meeting often as well as the fact that I was certainly attracted to her, never did I expect in my wildest imagination that the most beautiful and sexy girl in my office craved to be fucked by me.

All my frustrations and pent up anger went up in the air, replaced by sheer animal hunger of sex igniting the beast inside me. I began finger fucking Roma’s pussy by inserting one finger first and then adding one more for better effect. I could see the immediate effect of her turning and grinding her body on the bed, while letting out groans and moans revealing her arousal and pent up sexual needs. She had perhaps not been fucked since she left her husband.

She began letting out loud moans as she bit my nipples and scratched by back with her nails. I kept finger fucking her and watched her ecstatic movements on the bed. Her beautiful eyes were closed as if intent in enjoying each movement of my fingers inside her vulva with her loose hair spread around her face and shoulders.  Her fingers tightly clasped around my bloated cock, which she gently and lovingly stroked. My pre-cum had already oiled the rubbing surface and the slime made her fingers slide on the stem of my cock giving me a big horny feeling.

I slid my fingers a bit down to her anus and poked it. She raised her head, opened her eyes and looked at me sharply as if to ask if I was an ass lover. She closed her eyes without speaking, when I slowly withdrew my finger. I didn’t want to start an argument, if she was not an ass fuck enjoyer. Her ecstasy was increasing as I fucked her choot (pussy) with my fingers, occasionally caressing a light bunch of her pubic hair. She caught my hand and without speaking urged me to mount her.

Her pace of cranking my cock had increased. She wanted me to be the hardest before she received me inside her. I was as hard as you could get. As I stood up getting ready to fuck Roma from atop her, my rock hard cock shook sideways gently in the air standing erect, curving a bit upwards and shining in light, occasionally dripping my pre-cum from its tiny orifice.

As I zeroed in the mushroom tip of my cock on her love hole, I felt her body shaking in anticipation. She caught the bulbous head of my cock in her fingers, rubbed it lightly on the surface of her pussy lips and centred it at the entrance of her juicy choot. She spread her pussy lips apart to let my rod enter with less friction. I pushed my cock in a little to feel how smoothly it would go initially. I entered a tiny bit. She winced as I applied a slight pressure to enter her further.

Was it a pain of anticipation or her hole contracted as she had not been fucked for a long time or what? I could not guess. I withdrew and made some in-out, in-out pushes and pulls to lubricate the entrance. Once done, the entry was just smooth. I entered deep inside her and stayed there without moving as I wanted to feel the depth of her cunt on my cock for some time.

I felt a whole lot of my self confidence recovered as I fucked her. My wife had destroyed my self esteem by surrendering completely to Ali, fucking Ali right in front of me and denying my right for at least a part of her for myself. Roma gave me back my esteem and only for that I was so grateful to her.

The next few minute were full of “fuch… fuch…” sound of my balls slapping her ass combined with deep grunts and Roma’s increasing moans. All through my fucking, she kept her eyes closed except occasionally to look at me and smile indicating to me that she was thoroughly enjoying the mating of our bodies and grinding of our tender skins in ecstatic delight of fucking. Her lovely naked breasts swayed violently as I plummeted into her. I grabbed both her breasts in my hands and squeezed them hard to add to her sensuality.

Roma had pulled a pillow to place it under her lovely ass so she could receive me deep inside her. She reciprocated with her upward thrust as I drilled my cock into her. I was ecstatic and horny at my high and I knew that I would not last much longer. Perhaps Roma knew it too. She coaxed me to release into her, “Come darling let me have all of you inside me. If I ever manage to catch your seed, I will be pleased to mother your child, officially or otherwise."

Before she could finish, I released a hot spraying load of my cum into her waiting womanhood. I kept on creaming and I had premonition that I was going to father her child.

With a big moan, she let out a huge orgasm sigh with, “Oh… Pratik, this was a damned good fuck for a long time. God I feel like a real woman tonight. I love you darling... for this.”

She murmured a few incoherent words and fell in the bed tired. She closed her eyes as I slipped my flaccid cock out of her and lay beside her, watching her naked, half-asleep, satisfied, lovely form with appreciative eyes. She was all God’s blessings for me at that time.  Had she not enlivened me up by pouring into me her womanly love, I would probably have crashed out that night, either in a pub or fucking a prostitute, or more likely in a roadside ditch; fully drunk.

When I tried to rise from bed to clean up, she pulled me to her and clasped her arms around me. She said, “Pratik, don’t get up and go away. I want to make a lot more love to you tonight…”  She murmured that and again fell into a deep slumber.

I quietly released my arm, got up from bed and gently cleaned myself first and then her, so as not to wake her up. I then slipped by her side and pulled a blanket over our naked bodies. I lovingly straddled her in my arms and legs and poked my semi hard cock into her lovely bum and fell asleep.

We fucked once more that night. The second time was slow, gentle, loving and full of endearments; love making. It lasted a long time. I must have slept for about four hours or so, when I found her hands around my cock. She seemed horny again. I took her in my arms and pressed my lips onto hers. She whispered, “I want to tell you something if you are awake. It is important. Tomorrow, I may not be able to say this.”

I woke up, wandering if there was something in store for me that I needed to worry about. I told her I am wide awake and all ears.

She said, “I have been thinking about you and Arpi. My heart says, you must be patient and wait for Arpi to come back to you. I have met her. She is such a sweet little thing. She did not look like she is crooked and scheming. She did not seem as if she could be rude to you. I saw deep love and respect for you in her eyes. That cannot just go away. Yes she would have enjoyed Ali’s big cock and would have liked to keep getting fucked by Ali repeatedly. But her being so rude to you, beats me. I think there is more to it than meets the eye. I suspect that she is being used. I can understand her, because I have gone through this situation myself.”

After completing the sentence, she again fell off to sleep. I could hear her light regular breathing. I wondered what kind of woman she was. I developed a sense of deep respect and love for this woman. It looked to me that our mutual attraction was destined by some cosmic forces. I wondered if I fell in love with her. She had not hesitated to tell me that she was in love with me.

I walked over to the washroom and had a shower. I changed into my clothes and before walking out of the house, I gently planted a kiss on Roma’s cheeks making her murmur something in her dreams with a faint smile on her face, I quietly closed the main door behind me and walked out to get back home. While driving home, I kept thinking about what Roma said about Arpi. I felt that she had a very strong point there. I too was puzzled with Arpi’s behaviour. There was something about this whole thing that bothered me. It was more than Ali and Arpi’s fucking each other. I was unable to put my finger on what it was. 


Several weeks passed. After office hours, I usually drove Roma to her house. As soon as we reached there, we fucked hard. Roma did not ask me about my personal issues. She was simply hell bent on fucking me and getting fucked all over. She simply enjoyed my company and kept telling me that she wanted to be the mother of my child. I usually got back home around midnight.

It must have been about three months after we fucked the first time, Roma told me excitedly, “Prateek, I am pregnant. You are going to be the father of my child!”

I was excited hearing her declaration. I was unable to father a child with Arpi and somehow was always carrying a feeling of guilt or inferiority. Roma boosted up my mood that evening. I pulled her in my arms and kissed her hard and said, “This is a moment of the greatest joy for me, darling. We must celebrate this moment.”

I had bought a diamond ring for Roma earlier to present it to her on a suitable occasion and I thought this was as good an occasion as any. I took Roma to her favourite restaurant and we had dinner there and as dessert was served, I bent down on my knees and presented her with the ring and asked, “Would you marry me my love?”

“I would love to darling, if I can,” was Roma’s loaded reply. She was hinting at my yet legally valid marriage with Arpi. “I think you should sort out your issues with Arpi before proposing to me. However, I am already your de facto wife and even if you are not legally divorced, I am happy to be so,” concluded Roma, inviting me to push the ring onto her finger.

We got up and kissed to the clapping of some diners around us. We had romping sex that night, both of us behaving like a newly married couple. Roma made no bones about the fact that we were deeply in love. I was wondering all this while, where our lives were headed for. It was a very clumsy situation and it was good that in the office no one asked me about my personal life. I did not have the courage to discuss this with Arpi, who seemed heads over heels in love with her new found fuck toy, Ali.

Arpi had started bulging due to pregnancy. She seemed quite happy within herself. She never asked me what I did until late at night and perhaps did not even know or care what time I returned home.

However, one night (it must have been more than ten weeks after Roma and I fucked the first time) when I returned home past midnight, I heard some loud arguments from the master bedroom. I stopped at the door of the bedroom to hear. I could not make out much except that Ali was hollering over my wife and Arpi was trying to plead with Ali for something. It looked me as if she was crying and asking Ali for something. Suddenly, I heard loud footsteps moving toward the door from inside. I quickly ran to my room and looked through a small gap in the door. Ali rushed out of the bedroom. He quickly went out to the porch. From his face I could see that he was very angry. I heard him start the car and drive away with screeching noise of his car tyres, which perhaps hinted that either he was in a hell of hurry or he was seething with anger.

I quickly opened the door of my room and silently tiptoed to the master bedroom. The door was open. I peeped inside. I saw Arpi crying. I slowly went inside and stood behind Arpi. Arpi must felt my presence. She looked up at me. Her eyes were swollen crying. She was surprised to find me at that late hour. She hurriedly controlled her emotions, wiped her tears and asked me in her unusually sarcastic and harsh tone, “What are you doing here at this odd time? Please go and sleep.”

I noted more helplessness than sarcasm in her voice. I placed my one hand on Arpi’s shoulder and asked, “What is going on honey? Why are you crying? Is Ali hurting you or abusing you? Please tell me. I can sort this out.”

In a fleeting moment I saw Arpi loosening up and saying something, but in the next moment she changed completely and rubbing her eyes she said dramatically, “Crying? I was not crying. I had something in my eyes. By the way Ali is being very nice to me. There is no need for you to worry about me. I am fine. Please go away and don’t bother about me.” Her last sentence had me genuinely worried. There was definitely something that she hid from me. That was not like Arpi.

I was about to move closer to Arpi, when she looked sternly at me and pointed her fingers at the door hinting me to leave the room.

I slowly walked out, went to my room and fell in bed. I was tired and fell off to sleep.

I found the front door unlocked. Arpi was sitting on a sofa watching TV. Ali was perhaps sleeping in the bedroom.

As soon as Arpi saw me, she rushed to hug me. Tears rolled down her pretty eyes. I wondered how I was so lucky to receive such affections from my dear wife after many months. I realised that in spite of what all had happened, I was surprised to find that I still loved her. I just could not hate her.

I took Arpi in my arms and asked her, “Darling, what is the matter? Why are you crying?”

Without looking straight into my eyes, she replied, “Darling, I am feeling sorry for how I have been treating you lately. It is not fair on you.”

I felt as if the earth had shaken. I could not believe my ears. She was so indifferent to me all this while, and suddenly she had such an extra ordinary change of heart overnight! I asked her with a tinge of sarcasm, “Honey, you have not spared any opportunity to humiliate me. This has been going on for months and now you are feeling sorry for me? Why?”

The answer was not far to get, when she said, “Honey, Ali has left for Pakistan in a hurry. He may or may not come back…”

“So?” I asked bitterly. “Why are you telling me all this? Am I anywhere in your scheme of things?”

She looked at me blankly. She did not know what to say. I looked at her quizzically and asked, “So what you are asking me is that there is a vacancy for a man who will now sleep with you in the master bedroom, and you thought that I could have that privilege. Is that right?”

I looked at her blank face. I realised that her pipe dream had crashed and she was left standing alone like a fool not knowing what all this meant for her. As I finished my sentence, she touched her eyelids and tears started falling. She sobbed and wept for a while, whilst I watched her silently.

I said, “I had been waiting and hoping for quite some time that you would return to me after you fucked Ali a few times. I just could not reconcile with the situation where you willingly not only surrendered your body to Ali but your soul too! You were no longer mine. You fucked Ali day in and day out shamelessly, in front of and behind me. You discarded me like a piece of used clothing. You chose to be Ali’s de-facto wife, pushing me slowly out of your life and even from my house. Now you have the audacity to ask me to come back in your life!"

I was seething in anger and frustration. Arpi interrupted me to say, “But Prateek, please listen, I have something very important to say…"

I cut her short and said, “What is left anymore to say or hear? In my moment of weakness, I had transferred ownership of this house to you. You are earning enough to feed yourself and yours and Ali’s baby. You did not lose an opportunity to humiliate me and make me feel like dirt. You pushed me out of your life and I do not fancy coming back to you like a loser. I wish you all the best.” I patted a hurried kiss on her forehead, went into the house (which once used to be my home), packed my clothing and important documents and walked out of the house in a huff. Arpi wanted to say something, but I kept my finger on the lips and asked her to be quiet.

She watched me helplessly as I hurriedly packed my bag and was leaving. However I froze when Arpi blurted out, “I saw several passports of Ali in different names...  He caught me seeing them and has threatened to kill me, if I spoke.”

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