Before I could respond Sheetal had

jumped into the conversation, "What

this about? It sounds juicy." I said,
"Nothing happened." Sheetal looked
disappointed and asked, "What kind
of dream?"
I was going to say it was nothing and
leave it at that but Ritesh quickly
told Sheetal the whole story. Sheetal
seemed to really enjoy listening to
the story and when Ritesh was done
Sheetal turned to me an asked, "And
you don't think there is a problem
with this man?" I knew that Sheetal
didn't mean any disrespect for me or
Manisha, she just saw this as an
interesting story and she wanted to
know more. So thinking that none of
this was important I told them about
how Manisha had described Sinha as
a short chubby bald man and that I
had seen him and he turned out to
be a tall handsome man with a full
head of hair and an athletic body.
Then I told them that Manisha told
me why she lied about him. When I
was done Ritesh smiled and said,
"You can't be that foolish. Your wife
lies about what this guy looks like
and that doesn't bother you? You
need to find out what is really going
on here?" I said, "There's nothing
going on. Manisha doesn't know this
guy and I am sure if she ever met
him she wouldn't like him." Ritesh
asked, "How can you know that?" I
was getting annoyed with Ritesh
again, "I know because I know
Manisha." As I was staring at Ritesh I
heard Sheetal say something but
wasn't sure what. I turned and asked
him what he said. Sheetal said, "I
said that you should get your wife
and this guy together and watch how
the act around each other." I said,
"There would be nothing to watch
because there is nothing to see and
even if my wife was interested in this
guy, she sure as hell wouldn't do
anything with me around." "Well,
then you shouldn't be around."
Ritesh responded.
Then Sheetal said, "Right. You need
to get then together somewhere that
you can watch them without them
knowing." I was getting pissed now.
"I don't need to spy on my wife
because there is nothing to spy on."

Sheetal and Ritesh backed off after

that, Ritesh said, "You know best, it's
your marriage." That was the end of
the conversation. As I drove back to
my office I thought about what
Ritesh and Sheetal had said to me
and although I didn't agree with their
assessment of the situation I was
curious about how Manisha would
act if she was in a social situation
with Sinha and I wasn't there. I didn't
know how I could make that happen
so I put it out of my mind. Actually
the opportunity happened without
any help from me. About a week
after my meeting with Ritesh and
Sheetal, Manisha told me that her
company was having a dinner party
at a hotel. The dinner was for
employees and spouses or
significant others. The dinner was
the following Wednesday evening. I
realized that this party gave me an
opportunity to observe Manisha and
Sinha in a social situation without
either of them knowing I was
watching. So at five o'clock I called
Manisha and told her that I had some
people coming late to pick up orders
and I wouldn't get to the dinner
party until eight o'clock. Manisha
said, "That's okay. We are supposed
to go in for dinner at eight. We'll be
socializing and having drinks from
6:30 until eight. I got to the hotel
around 6:45 and found that the
reception before dinner was in one of
the hotel meeting rooms so I headed
back to the room. I found a place
where I peek in a side door to the
meeting room and see in without
being seen by anyone in the room. It
took a few minutes to spot Manisha.
She was standing with some of her
friends from work. Manisha had a
drink in her hand and she was
talking and laughing. As I watched
her it struck me how beautiful she
was and how much I loved her. I
continued staring at her for a while
then turned my attention to finding
Rohit Sinha. I spotted him on the
other side of the room talking to a
couple of attractive women. In spite
of the fact that I was sure that
Manisha wasn't interested in Sinha I
was relieved to see that they were
not talking. As I continued watching
him, Rohit Sinha turned away from
the women he was talking to and
headed across the room toward
Manisha. I felt a sudden knot in my
stomach as I followed his progress
across the room. He passed no closer
than ten feet from Manisha and
never looked in her direction and
Manisha never stopped the
conversation she was having. Rohit
continued on to the bar, took three
drinks and walked back to join the
women he had been talking. I felt
very foolish, especially when there
was obviously nothing to see. I gave
up my post and walked back around
to the main door to the reception
and went in and joined Manisha. A
few nights later I stopped after work
to have a beer with Ritesh and as we
were talking Sheetal came in and sat
with us. We were on our third beer
when Ritesh teased me saying, "So I
guess everything is good on the
home front?" I said, "Things are
great." Then like an idiot I told them
about spying on Manisha at the
party. I somehow thought that when I
told them how Manisha never even
looked at Sinha and it was quite
obvious that she had no interest in
him that Ritesh and Sheetal would
realize that Manisha was never going
to have anything to do with Sinha. I
was wrong. Ritesh said, "That
doesn't prove anything. It was a
company party right? And you wife
was with her friends. She couldn't
very well flirt with Rohit Sinha in
front of her peers and then
innocently sit down to dinner with
you. That would cause all kinds of
problems for her at work." Sheetal
added, "Just think of the gossip that
would generate." That thought
appealed to Sheetal. Ritesh said,
"The fact that your wife dreamed
about this guy doesn't mean that
there is anything going between
them." That was the first positive
thing Ritesh had said and I told him I
agreed with him. But them he
continued, "The dream just means
that she is sexually attracted to him.
Because she loves you she would
never approach Rohit Sinha but
watch out if he ever starts coming on
to her." I said, "God dam it! Manisha
is not attracted to that asshole and it
doesn't matter if he comes on to her
or not, she would never have
anything to do with him.
Ritesh said, "Take it easy, we’re just
teasing you. You're probably right.
But then again how will you ever
know for sure?" Sheetal cleared his
throat and said, "Well you know,
there is a way he could find out what
would happen. I mean find out what
would happen if Rohit Sinha did hit
on Manisha." By this time we were
on our fifth round of drinks and I was
just drunk enough to seriously listen
to Sheetal's idea when I should have
just gone home. "How would I do
that?"
Sheetal looked at Ritesh then back at
me as though we were about to get
involved in a conspiracy and spoke
softly so no one else could hear. "All
you have to do is make Rohit Sinha
think that Manisha has the hots for
him. Unless he is gay, he will go after
your sexy wife." "What am I
supposed to do, walk up to him and
say 'My wife has the hots for you.'?" I
responded sarcastically.
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"No. You get someone else to tell
him." Sheetal replied. "I am not
about to tell someone else to go tell
this guy my wife is interested in him
sexually. And besides you can't just
walk up to the guy out of the blue
and tell him that some woman has
the hots for him." I couldn't believe I
was even having this conversation. I
knew I should go home but I was
content to be one of the conspirators
for a while. Suddenly Sheetal broke
into a big smile and said, "I've got it.
You do it. You get to know him then
tell him you heard that this lady
named Manisha has the hots for
him." I said, "I can't do that. He
would recognize me as Manisha's
husband." Then Sheetal laughed and
said, "He hardly looked at you that
day you met him, and it seems he
has not seen you two together much,
right? He wouldn't recognize you.
That way you could talk to this guy
and get his trust and then tell him
you heard from someone that
Manisha was very interested in him.
That way you could monitor his
progress as he tries to seduce your
wife." At that point I said, "You know
that just might work. That is if I felt
any need to try to get some guy to
seduce my wife, which I don't. I'm
going home." Luckily the bar we
were at was within walking distance
of my house because I was in no
shape to drive. When I got home
Manisha took one look at me and
said, "I hope you didn't drive home."
I told her I didn't, and she said, "Go
to bed." Which I did and I quickly fell
asleep. That night I had crazy
dreams. I woke up around five a.m
and could not get back to sleep. My
stomach burned and my head hurt
and I couldn't get Sheetal's idea of
telling Rohit Sinha that Manisha was
attracted to him out of my head. I
guessed that it was because I was
tired and hung over that the idea
appealed to me. Somehow I knew it
was a stupid idea but I couldn't get it
out of my head.

I finally did fall asleep again and

woke up at eight. I had to rush to
shower and dress and I skipped
breakfast to get to work on time. At
ten, I slipped out to get some
breakfast. While I sat by myself, I
thought over the conversations from
the night before with Sheetal and
Ritesh and the dreams I had.
Somehow through all of this I arrived
at the conclusion that maybe it
would be a good idea to see if it
could be feasible to give Rohit Sinha
a push in Manisha's direction. After
all when she rejected him I would be
a winner on more than one level.
First, it would show me that Manisha
was a true and faithful wife, second,
it would be a slap in the face for
Rohit Sinha to be rejected and then I
wouldn't have to look for a chance to
be rude to him. Third, it would prove
to Ritesh and Sheetal that I was right
about Manisha all along. I knew that
whatever I did, I didn't want Ritesh
and Sheetal to know anything about
it till it was all over, so I couldn't ask
for their help. I really didn't need
their help anyway. I started planning
what I would need to do if I decided
to go forward with this scheme. The
more I thought about it the more
excited I got by the idea of playing a
game on everyone. Kind of like
playing private detective. So, I
decided to give my plan a try. The
first thing I had to do was find out
how I could get close to Rohit Sinha. I
would have to spend some time
talking to him to get his confidence
before I tried to plant the idea that
Manisha liked him in his head. If I
couldn't work that part out there was
no point in going any farther with the
scheme. So starting that night after
work I sat in my car across the street
from the building that Manisha and
Rohit Sinha worked in. When Rohit
came out I waited to see what kind
of car he drove. When I saw him get
into a 1999 Monte Carlo I was ready
to follow him except that he turned
in the opposite direction I was facing
and I couldn't get turned around in
time to follow him. The next night I
was there again, only this time I was
ready to follow him in the direction
he went the previous night. When I
saw him get into his car I started my
engine and was on his tail as soon as
he pulled onto the street. I was
getting a charge out of following
him. It added a little excitement to
my life. I followed Rohit Sinha for
about ten blocks then he pulled into
a shopping center. I pulled in and
parked where I could watch him. He
got out of his car and went into a bar
call The Coffee Room. I got out of my
car and went over and peeked in the
window. I couldn't see much except a
couple of pool tables. I opened the
door and took a quick look inside.
Rohit was just sitting down at the bar
so I closed the door and went home.
I followed Rohit a few more times the
following days and he stopped at
that same bar almost every night. So
now I knew where to find him. Then
came the hard part. It was time to
start working on Rohit Sinha. The
following Monday after work I went
to the bar and entered. He was there
when I walked in. He was shooting
pool by himself so I got a beer and
went over and asked him if he
wanted to play. He said, "For a
beer?"

I said, "Sure."
We played three times I won twice
he won once. As we were drinking a
beer after the last game I introduced
my self as Vicky Sen and he said he
was Rohit Sinha. We talked for a
while and I asked him where he
worked. When he told me I said,
"Some of my girlfriend's friends work
there." I left it at that.

I went to the bar a couple more

times that week and played pool
with Rohit and talked for awhile. On
Monday of the following week I
started things rolling. Rohit and I
were playing our second game of
pool when I said, "Oh, I almost
forgot. Do you know a girl named
Manisha Mittal?"

"She's one of the supervisors at our

office. Why?"
"Is she good looking?"

"Yeah, I'd say she is definitely

attractive."

"Have you ever thought about asking

her out?"

Rohit shook his head and said, "No. I

don't really know her I just see her
around the office and she's married"

"So?"

"Well it's just kind of risky to hit on a

woman when she is married. It could
be a costly mistake. Anyway, why all
the questions about Mrs. Mittal?"

I said, "Well I was out the other night

with my girlfriend when we ran into
some friends of hers. I didn't know
them but two of them work at your
office. I asked them if they knew you
and they said they knew of you but
didn't know you personally. Then one
of them said that it was funny that I
mentioned you because there had
been a discussion about you at work
that day. It seems that this Manisha
Mittal told a friend that she fancied
you and she wouldn't mind going on
a date with you."

"Wow. She really said that?"

"Well, I can't say for sure, but that's

what this girl told us the other night.
I don't know why she would make it
up. If you want I will ask my
girlfriend to try and get some more
information from her friends."

"I never really thought of her this

way, even though she looks damn
good. But if she was willing I would
jump her in a minute."
I asked him if he was married and he
said, "Not married but I live with my
girlfriend. But I sneak out on her
occasionally and I certainly would if I
got a chance to stick my meat into
Manisha Mittal."

It was getting very difficult for me to

act friendly when all I wanted was to
knock his teeth out. When we
finished shooting pool I said I had to
leave then I said, "I will see what my
girlfriend can find out for you."

After that I thought about dropping

the whole thing. The idea of that
asshole hitting on my wife made me
a little sick. But in the end I decided
to continue with my plan.
The next time I saw Rohit I told him
that my girlfriend had confirmed
what her friend told her. That in fact
Manisha Mittal had told a friend or
friends that she did have a soft
corner for him.
Rohit thought for a minute and then
said, "I think I might consider
pleasing the lady after all."

That night when I got home Manisha

was in bed asleep. As I watched her
sleep it struck me that maybe I had
gone to far. I decided then that I
wouldn't go back to The Coffee Room
again. If I stopped encouraging Rohit
he might just drop the whole thing.

For the next two weeks I came home

after work every night. Every night
as I sat and watched television with
Manisha I wondered if Rohit had tried
to talk to her. The more I thought
about it the more I wanted to know if
he did, but I couldn't exactly ask
Manisha about it. Finally I figured the
only way I could find out what was
happening was to go back to the
Coffee Room and ask Rohit.

The following night I went back to

the Coffee Room. When I got there
Rohit wasn't there and I began to
worry that maybe he actually got
Manisha to agree to go have a drink
with him. Then I thought better of
that. Manisha would never go out
with him. So I waited. About ten
minutes later Rohit came in.

He came over to me and slapped me

on the shoulder and said, "Hey, I
haven't seen you in a couple of
weeks. Where you been?"

"Been getting some overtime. What

have you been up to?"

"Remember when we talked about

what I should do about that girl at
work that has the hots for me?"
"Yeah, have you had any luck with
that?"

To my surprise he said, "Actually it's

going pretty good. At first she acted
like it was out of the question and I
must have been crazy to even
suggest that we have drinks. But
then after I talked to her a few more
times I got the feeling that she might
change her mind. Then I asked her
again today and she said that she
would stop for a drink tomorrow
night. She said she would stay for
only one drink but I am halfway
home."

All I could think was 'Oh God now

what do I do?' Well, I didn't do
anything. I just sat there and listened
as this asshole was telling me what a
fine body my wife has. I wanted to
hit him but because I couldn't do
that, I didn't do anything.

I didn't sleep well that night. I

wondered if Manisha would actually
go out for a drink with him and
would it lead to anything else. I was
sick with worry all the next day.
Manisha didn't say anything I
couldn’t question her. She never said
that she was going to be late or that
she had someplace to go after work.
If she had I could have asked her
where and why and she would have
been forced to lie. I know she
wouldn't want to lie to me. Manisha
hadn't really even spoken to me that
morning. I guessed she was mad at
me for coming home late and drunk
the night before.

Anyway, she left for work without

giving me a clue about that evening.
I was tempted to follow her after
work but I decided that wouldn't be
prudent. If she spotted me there
would be a lot of explaining to do. I
figured all I had to do was meet Rohit
the following night at the Coffee
Room and he would tell all.

That night Manisha was about an

hour later than usual coming home
from work. When I asked her why
she just said that she had some
things she had to do. I sensed that
she was a little upset with me. I
thought it was probably still about
last night.

The suspense of not knowing what

happened drove me crazy until the
next night when I caught up with
Rohit at the Coffee Room.

I asked Rohit if he had his drink with

Manisha the night before and he said
he had but that it didn't go well. He
said, "She met me at the bar and as
soon as she had her drink she said
that she wasn't sure why she agreed
to met me for a drink but she was
sure that she should not have and
that it can't happen again. I tried to
get conversation going but she didn't
seem in the mood to talk. Finally
after she finished her drink she said
that she was sorry if she had in some
way made me think that we could
have a relationship. Then she said
that I should not bother her again
and she left."

The disappointed look on his face

was making me very happy. I said,
"That's a shame," but I was thinking
you really didn't think you could
score with a classy lady like Manisha
did you? Then I said, "So you're
going to give up then?"

Rohit said, "I guess I'll have to.

Otherwise I could end up being
accused of harassment and it could
cost me my job."

"I guess you're right."

I had a couple more beers with Rohit

to console him (actually to celebrate
his loss). Then I went home to my
wife.

During the next week I started

putting all of this behind me. It was
good to have things settled because
I was real busy at work. I had to work
late every night that week. It was
bothering Manisha that I wasn't
home at night and I kept promising I
would be home on time the next
night but then something would
come up and I'd be late again.

When things settled down again I

decided to stop at the Coffee Room
for a quick game of pool and see
what Rohit was up too.
When I saw Rohit I asked how things
were at work now that his advances
on Manisha didn't work out. Then
Rohit said, "You won't believe this
but I asked her out again and she
agreed."

I was stunned. I had no idea she had

gone out with him again. I tried not
to let on how disturbed I was. "When
did this happen?"

"Last Thursday. We met after work

and had a snack and Manisha said
that this can't go any farther than
this. She said that we could be
friends but nothing more. I didn't say
anything so I guess she thought she
made her point. Afterward I walked
her to her car. She opened the car
door and turned to say something to
me and I just pulled her to me and
kissed her."

I felt like Rohit had just kicked me in

the stomach.

"When I broke off the kiss Manisha

told me, I shouldn't have done that
so I kissed her again. She told me to
stop that. I said that I needed her
then I grabbed her hand. Manisha
pulled her hand away, but not
immediately. I think she liked the kiss
but didn't want to admit it to herself.
Then when I kissed her again she
responded a little but then pulled
away from me and got into her car.
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"I asked her when we could get
together again and she said she
didn't think that was a good idea. I
told her I was attracted to her and I
thought that she found me attractive
too. I could tell then from the look on
her face that she didn't know what to
do so I told her to think about it. She
closed the car door and started the
engine then she left."

I quickly excused myself and went

into the men's room and splashed
cold water in my face. When I went
back into the bar, I told Rohit I
needed to leave but I would see him
the next night. My thinking at the
time was that I should show up at
the bar the following night and beat
the crap out of Rohit.
When I got home from the bar I
found Manisha in the kitchen. I
pictured Rohit kissing her in the
parking lot and was repulsed by the
image. I didn't speak as I went
straight to bed. Manisha didn't say
anything but she looked a little hurt.
We didn't speak at all that night.

When I was sure that Manisha had

fallen asleep I got up and went and
sat in the living room and tried to
figure out what I should do, but I
couldn't.

After that I had a difficult time even

talking to Manisha. I felt that she had
let me down and was getting ready
for the major betrayal. It was hard
for me to pretend nothing was wrong
but I managed. I started coming
home after work so I could see what
Manisha was up to but she didn't
give anything away so eventually I
had to go back to the Coffee Room.

I hadn't scene Rohit in a week and

when I asked him what was going on
with his quest to get Manisha into
bed, Rohit said, "Nothing's
happening. I called her but she
hasn't returned my call."
I asked him if he met her at work or
called her at home and he said that
she was avoiding him at work. He
said, "I don't want to call her at
home then have her husband answer
the phone."

After that I stopped at the Coffee

Room every couple of nights to see if
Rohit had talked to Manisha. The
answer was always the same.
Manisha wouldn't return his call. I
was starting to feel better and I was
beginning to think that Manisha must
have come to her senses. Then on
Monday I stopped in the bar and
asked Rohit what he was up to and
he said, "I just got off the phone with
Manisha."

I said, "You what?"

He said, "I just got off the phone with

Manisha. I called her at home and
she said her husband wasn't home
so we talked for twenty minutes. I
asked her if she was ready to go out
with me and she said that she was.
Now I don't know where to take her. I
can't take her to my place. I am
thinking of getting a room."

I couldn't believe what I was hearing.

For a moment I thought that Rohit
must have figured out who I really
was and he was just having fun with
me, but I knew that wasn't true.
"And when are you meeting with
her?" I asked.
"Wednesday, after work," came the
reply.

She had even agreed on a day too. I

never really believed that she would
agree to go with him. And even
though I was quite shocked by what
Rohit had just told me I still believed
that Manisha wouldn't actually go
any further with him.

When I went home that night I was in

a fog. This man had just made a date
with my wife, and had made up her
mind to have sex with her, and here I
was facilitating the whole thing. I
think I remained in that condition
right up till Wednesday.

Wednesday morning I was sitting at

breakfast feeling kind of numb when
it occurred to me that unless I took
some kind of action in the next few
hours my wife was going to have sex
with Rohit Sinha. As I watched
Manisha get ready for work I thought
about how beautiful she was and
how much I wanted all this to go
away so that things could be the way
they used to be. Manisha hadn't said
anything about the evening ahead so
I thought I would test the waters. I
said, "Why don't we go out for dinner
tonight? We haven't eaten out in
quite a while."

Manisha said, "I can't tonight, I have

plans."

I said, "Oh! You have plans? What are

you doing tonight?"

I thought I saw an uncomfortable

look on her face as she thought
about her answer. "I have something
I have to take care of tonight."

It really hurt to have her lie to me.

But it wasn't like she could tell me
the true about her plans, so I
pressed her on it. "What can you
have to do that is more important
than us spending time together?"

The coldness in her stare seemed to

melt for a moment. I think she
actually considered canceling her
date to have dinner with me but then
she said, "I have got to do this
tonight."

When Manisha left for work I was

sitting in the kitchen with a cup of
coffee, wondering to myself, 'What
do I do now.' In a few hours my
relationship with my wife may be
irreparably damaged and I didn't
know how to stop it from happening.
At the time I believed that it was
already too late. If Manisha didn't
love me anymore then it didn't
matter if she had sex with Rohit or
not and if she did love me she simply
wouldn't have sex with him.

All day at work I thought about what

was going to happen …

"Rajiv, what's wrong, you look like

hell?" Ritesh exclaimed seeing my
haggard appearance.

"Ritesh, please. Do me a big favor

and don't ask any questions", I
replied as I passed the contract
agreement over the desk.

He looked at it and looked up at me.

"What the fuck is going on? Don't tell
me not to ask questions - I don't
deserve a statement like that. We're
supposed to be friends, or am I
wrong about that?"
I quickly debated whether to tell him
or not. "You're right, Ritesh. We are
friends, but please, I just can't talk
about it. I have to leave ….we’ll talk
about it later," and I did just that.

"Wait, Rajiv. Okay, I won't ask you

anything. Call me later in the
evening, okay? You can do that, can't
you?"

I hesitated and then nodded.

"Thanks." I mumbled as I left the
office.

It was four thirty and Manisha was

going to leave office at five. There
was only 30 minutes left to stop
something I did not want to happen.
Suddenly everything became clear. I
needed to talk with her and save my
marriage. I picked up the phone and
called her office. I felt stupid and
relieved at the same time. Why had I
hesitated so long before doing just
that. Luckily I still had time. Thirty
minutes more to tell her I have been
a fool but I loved her and did not
want her to go with that Rohit Sinha.

“Excuse me, may I speak to Mrs

Manisha Mittal please,” I said.
“I’m sorry, Sir, Mrs Mittal is not here
at the office,“ came the answer.
“She ..she is not at the office …”I
repeated, my voice trembling. A
thousand things went through my
mind at that very moment. “but I am
her husband …can you tell me where
she went?” I managed to say.
“No, Sir, she left early today … at
three o’clock”.
My heart was racing very fast. I
needed to get out of here. The only
place I thought of was home. Maybe
Manisha has left for home, maybe
she was just feeling unwell. I hoped
against hope that this was really the
case… but I knew it would not be.

My last hope was gone within thirty

minutes, the house was exactly as I
left it earlier in the morning. Manisha
did not come home after work. She
went straight to wherever she had to
go, with whoever she intended to be
with and …was at this very moment
probably doing whatever it was that
she was up to …

I could not conceive that she would

do that. I fought the images that
flashed through my mind …and
decided to go for a drive just to
avoid staying here and torture
myself. The only place that came to
my mind was the Coffee Shop and I
took the car and went straight there.
Rohit would not be there but I
needed to be somewhere else at this
moment.
So I walked to my car, get inside and
started my engine and was in front
of the Coffee Shop before I knew it. I
got out of my car like a robot, and
went over and took a quick look
inside before entering …and stopped
dead.

I could not say which feeling came

first when I saw Rohit sitting at the
bar: a feeling of surprise, of relief or
of joy. Anyway I almost ran into his
arms and shot several questions at
him at one stroke.
“Hey …what are you doing here?
What happened? Shouldn’t you be
somewhere else right now?”
He was surprised by such a show of
enthusiasm and seemed taken aback
and just stood there staring at me.
But I did not want him to wait, I
wanted him to tell me the words, to
confirm to me that he was not, at
this very moment, somewhere else
doing …well, in the company of my
wife.
“So, tell me what happened to
your ...date?” Just then an awry
thought came to my mind and I
added “it was meant to be today
only, right? Your date with the lovely
Mrs Mittal?”
“Yeah it was to be today only,” he
finally said. “But something terrible
happened.” He said after what
appeared to be a very very long
pause.

“What?!!!” I almost shouted. What

terrible thing could have happened?
“Well …actually I am suspended
from work,” he said.
“Suspended from work?!!” I
repeated. ”How come? And since
when?” This was the last thing I
expected to come from his mouth.
“Since yesterday morning …I mean
the day after I talked to you. You see,
since last month I was doing …hmm
…some side business …if you see
what I mean…”
I did not see what he meant, at least
I did not care the least. Still I asked
him ”ok … and what happened
then.”
“Well, yesterday when I went to
office, the boss called me in his
office and told me they knew all
about it and I was suspended till a
board decision is taken.”
“Oh, that’s so sad,” I said, somehow
feeling pity for him. Still I wanted to
hear from his mouth that nothing
happened between my wife and him.
“So, I take it that your date with Mrs
Mittal is …cancelled.”
“You are crazy man …everybody at
the office is talking about me right
now …do you think this woman or
any woman for that matter, would
want to be seen with me?”
“I guess not.”
“As a matter of fact, I met her in the
corridor and she just ignored me. I
seem to have lost interest in her
eyes. I really regret not humping that
bitch …I should really have got her
to ride my cock, I guess it’s to late
now.”

I knew better not to pay attention to

his words. Now I could see how
foolish I had been, to link my wife
with such an insignificant guy, who
could not even behave himself to
save his job. Really I was too glad
Manisha had not gone ahead. She
obviously saw through him from the
beginning and would not have been
the least interested in him had I not
come up with these stupid tests.
Now, anyway she was giving her the
cold shoulder and that was setting
the records straight, once and for all.
Five minutes later, I was left the
Coffee Shop in much better mood
than when I came and reached home
a little before seven. Manisha was
sitting in the living room, waiting for
me.
“Rajiv, we need to talk,” she said
straight away.
“Where were you, I’d been looking
for you since early afternoon …and
don’t tell me you were at the office,
because I phoned there and they
said you left early.”
I realized I was shouting at her and it
was not how I wanted it to be. But it
was beyond me, I just could not
control my emotions anymore.

I looked at Manisha and was

surprised that she seemed so cool,
so calm, so rational. Was she really
going to let me in on what was
eating at her?
"It's over, Manisha. I no longer wish
to live like this. Either you tell me
what's gnawing at you, or I'll leave
without any further discussion. It's
up to you."

I saw a grimace on her face. She

stared at me and said:
"My mother had a surgical operation
today. She is probably not going to
live much longer …, " she said softly.

“What?!!!” I shouted for the second

time in the same afternoon. “Since
whe do you know that? And why
didn’t you tell me about it before?”
“I learned about it yesterday …and
tried to tell you but you seemed lost
in your thoughts," she continued,
without one changing her tone of
voice even once.

I sat there, my mouth agape, totally

shocked. There were so many things
going on in my mind, so many things
to be told or not. I knew I needed to
sort out things for myself first. After
a long silence, I took her hand in
mine and said, “I am here now …
everything will be just fine.”

My mother-in-law died the following

week. Progressively Manisha was
able to overcome the lost and things
started to get better between us

I knew that my wife Manisha and

myself needed to get away by
ourselves for a while. It had been
some time since we had taken a
vacation, and we really needed time
alone to rekindle the flame in our
marriage.

We chose to stay to spend the

weekend at a vacation resort called
Wild Orchids. The first day,
everything went as planned. We
spent the whole day swimming and
site-seeing. In the evening we had
dinner together in the restaurant
that seemed to set the mood that I
wanted.

When our food arrived, we sat there

and ate slowly, making small talk
between bites and sips.
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18-04-2019, 09:06 AM
We had been out together after a
long time and I felt a sense of relief
at how well things were going.
Moments later, just as we were
getting ready to leave the
restaurant, I got a sms on my
mobile. I checked it out and saw it
was a message from Ritesh telling
me he had just seen my car in the
parking of Wild Orchids and wanted
to meet me urgently. I was not sure
why but I did not want to meet him
in the company of Manisha. So I
picked up the phone and said “Can’t
this wait till tomorrow at the office?”
“No dear, once I tell you the news,
you’ll thank me you took the time to
come over here.” While I was talking,
Manisha had moved towards the
door, waiting for me to join her. Even
as I looked at her, a thought crossed
my mind. Ritesh had never seen my
wife, and I suddenly wanted to know
how he would react upon seeing her,
lovely as she looked tonight. So I told
Ritesh, “Ok mate, Come up and join
you in the lobby where we can
discuss the matter. Wait for me
there.” Turning towards Manisha, I
told her, “This has been a marvelous
evening. How would you like us to go
to the lobbby and have a drink
before we go back to our room?”
Though this seemed to take her by
surprise, she agreed straight away.
Five minutes later we were entering
the lobby. “Manisha, please proceed
to select a table for yourself. I need
to go to the bathroom and will meet
you in a moment. “ Once she was
gone, I phoned Ritesh and told him
“Hey, are you already in the lobby? I
am at the reception, can you join me
here instead?” Like I expected
without 60 seconds, the door opened
on Ritesh who seemed really happy
to meet me. “What makes you so
happy,” I asked, hoping that would
bring the subject matter straight
away to my wife.
“Actually I came here to tell you
about the project you’ve been
working on for the last year.”
“Yeah …by the way did you see the
woman who just went into the
lobby?” I said, immediately feeling
bad I had committed myself by
directly asking about her.
“Oh that one, she was hot. For one
moment I thought of letting you wait
here while I keep her company.”
“Yeah, I knew someone like you
would not help noticing a woman like
her, right?”
He started on how hot Manisha was
and he would be able to get in her
pants if he had some time alone with
her. I laughed. "By the way, you are
staying here at the hotel?" I said.
"No. I live in town, I just like to come
out here to look for entertainment,"
Ritesh said as he moved over to sit
next to me. I looked around the room
and then back at Ritesh. "Are these
women what you mean by
entertainment?” I asked.
"Yeah, they come out here looking
for a good time and I make myself
available," Ritesh said.
"So, what do you do when you get
one of these women interested? Do
you take them home with you?" I
asked.
"No. The hotel manager is a good
friend of mine. He usually lets me
have an empty room that would
otherwise be vacant. It's a win-win
situation for the hotel and for me."
"And how successful you are with
these women?"
"No woman who resists the charms
of Mr Ritesh Sen lives to tell the
story," he joked.
"You mean you can seduce any
woman you want? Can you seduce
the woman who just entered the
lobby …for example?"
“You don’t believe me, do you?”
“I suspect your mouth is much
bigger than your dick.”
“Let’s do something …take this key
and go to my room. I bet you in 15
minutes, I’ll be walking in with this
woman for a torrid session of sex like
you’ve never seen.”

My heart was now beating very hard.

I could not believe I was encouraging
this guy to seduce my wife. “This is
not possible …I mean won’t the lady
be surprised to see me there.”
“No worry, the room has a see
through mirror, so you will be in the
bathroom and can see everything
without being seen. Come on …what
do you have to lose?”

I thought of it quickly and knew the

truth was I needed to do this. Ritesh
had been right all along, the decision
to stay faithful to me was one only
Manisha could take. And the only
way to know was by putting her to
the test.

Either Manisha will refuse his

advances and this would give me
enormous pleasure shutting out
Ritesh’s mouth. Or she would fail the
test and let Ritesh have his way with
her, in which case my reaction would
be one of relief …. And I had lived
with this for so long, I needed this
release. So long as I did not have the
answer, my whole life would be a
torture.
The moment I entered Ritesh room, I
started getting a sick feeling I my
stomach. I waited five minutes and
called Manisha.

"Hey Manisha. It's Rajiv."

"Where are you?"
"I am sorry, I just got an urgent call
from a client. I will have to drive to
his place and back.”
"At what time you will be back?"
Manisha asked.
"Probably one and a half hour …or
two at most."
"I don't understand."
"I am sorry …I call you when I am on
my way back," I said.
"Okay …" she said.

Now the ball was entirely in her

court. She could leave the lobby and
go straight away to our room if she
wished. I wondered if Ritesh had
been successful in chatting her up
already.

I must have been in the room some

10 minutes when the front door
opened. I immediately felt a lump in
my throat and my heart started
beating hard and fast. The door
swung open and I saw Ritesh enter,
then he stepped aside to let my wife
Manisha come inside. Manisha
walked to the middle of the room
and looked around without saying
say a word while Ritesh went to the
CD player and put some music on. "I
can't believe I agreed to come here
with you, I need to get back to my
room now." I heard Manisha laugh.
"Guess you lose track of time when
you're having fun," Ritesh said.
"Yeah, it’s been really nice, but really
I have to go now. I hope you're not
mad, I mean..." "I couldn't be mad
with you even if I wanted to."
"I wouldn't want it to change
anything." "I'm glad to hear that."
Ritesh said, putting his hands on
Manisha's arms. Manisha looked
uncomfortable, but didn't pull away.
Ritesh reached out a hand to stroke
at Manisha's hair. Her eyes looked to
the floor. He continued stroking her
hair. "You are so incredibly beautiful,"
he whispered to her. They stayed like
this for what seemed like an eternity
to me, as Ritesh traveled his fingers
over the blade of her naked
shoulders and blew gently over it.
Manisha closed her eyes as he
moved closer to her. She gulped as
he kissed her neck. It was a light
kiss...a tender kiss, but her entire
body tightened, still hesitant, not
sure how she was to respond. His
hand rested on her waist. She
sensed he wished to kiss her lips and
she turned her head away. He didn't
seem concerned or worried. He
gently led her and sat her on the
bed. Then, kneeling down in front of
her, he moved his hand up her leg,
caressing the soft flesh in his hand.
"Ooh!" She flinched, squirming
slightly at his touch. While rubbing
my wife's feet, Ritesh let his hands
slowly move up, so he was
massaging her calves. Manisha sank
back in the bed and closed her eyes.
When he reached above her knee,
Manisha straightened and said,
"Whoa, better watch where your
hands go." "I know exactly where my
hands are." Ritesh said. "That's the
problem. You're just trouble." "I
know." Ritesh leaned forward and
started kissing Manisha's foot. She
just giggled at that. His lips moved
up, sucking her calf and then behind
her knee. She sank deeper on the
bed, her breathing getting deeper.
While he sucked on the back of her
knee, Ritesh slipped a hand up
Manisha's thigh and it disappeared
under her dress. Manisha caught her
breath and opened her legs just a
little wider. She was gripping o the
pillow sheet and it clearly took a lot
of effort for her to stop Ritesh before
he reached the hem of her dress.
"C'mon, we really can't do this. You
have to stop, Ritesh." Manisha said,
clearing her throat. There was not
much contention in her voice. Her
tone told a different story than her
words. "It's so hard to not touch you
every time I see you." Manisha
looked flustered, like arguing was
getting harder. "Someone could
show up here at any time. Do you
want to get caught?" Still kneeling in
front of Manisha, Ritesh reached up
and touched her face, ran his fingers
through her hair. "We really should
stop this. We shouldn't be doing this
anyway." Manisha said breathlessly.
Ritesh was now back on his feet and
gently pulled my wife’s hand,
drawing her into his arms. "Do you
want me to stop?" "I..."
Ritesh pulled her face close to his
lips her, "Should I stop?" Ritesh
leaned forward and kissed her. I
thought I nearly passed out, because
Manisha didn't push him anyway. In
fact, after a brief pause, Manisha
leaned forward and kissed him back!
"God help me. No..." she said. Soon
she was putting her arms around him
and they kissed deep and
passionately. Ritesh lifted the edge
of her skirt up her waist. She opened
her eyes again, and watched as his
breath caressed the satin of her
panties. She was exposed. Ritesh
continued pulling the skirt along her
hips. Then he reclined back slightly,
looking at her naked hips and legs,
and the beautiful satin in the tender
area between her legs. He wasn't
saying a word, yet his expression
and attention conveyed an
appreciation of her beauty. It was
pure adoration, and like any object of
unspeakable beauty, he seemed
afraid to touch it lest he ruined it
somehow. Ritesh then outstretched
his hand and Manisha took his hand
and moved to him, revealing her
exposed panties as she let herself be
led onto the bed. She didn't seem to
wonder what he was to do to her.
She seemed to want to let go, and
let this man do to her as he wished.
Whatever he chose. He continued to
hold her hand and he sat her to the
table in front of the window. He then
proceeded to unzip her skirt and let
it fall to the floor as he lifted her by
the waist onto the table. Ritesh knew
I was just behind and wanted me to
witness his victory from real close.
Manisha rested there with her legs
hanging freely on the side of the
table as his hand moved up her arm,
round her shoulders and onto her
face. He then took her arms and
lifted them over her head. Her hands
now hanged loose and her chest
arched towards him. Slowly he
opened her dress, one button at a
time, revealing her white soft body,
covered only by her bra. He then
moved his hand to her right shoulder
and slipped off the strap of her bra,
and repeated the process on the left
side. All the while, Manisha didn't
break the shared gaze with Ritesh.
The bra fell down her body, exposing
her bare, creamy breasts and
nipples. She lay in front of him, now
wearing only her satin panties.
Ritesh seemed in awe, and offered
no spoken word. Manisha's lips
quivered as Ritesh trailed his finger
smoothly over her breast. He didn't
move his gaze or his body... just his
finger. It moved from the top of her
breast, along the side, and
underneath. He moved it slowly
inward, covering every centimeter of
flesh with his fingertip. Still, his eyes
never left hers. Her body jumped
with sensitivity, holding the potential
for orgasm just from his delicate
touch. She opened her lips, and let
her breath flow freely. But Manisha
didn't break her gaze with Ritesh as
he moved the finger between her
breasts, up her chest. Her left nipple
pointed upwards, appearing to ache
for its turn at the touch, her breast
pulsating with the anticipation of his
finger. She bit her lip as his finger
traced its way to the left nipple.
Manisha cried her first moan of
ecstasy as his mouth moved
between her breasts, licking the
glistening flesh with his slow,
writhing tongue. His mouth then
closed on her erect left nipple. For a
long moment he continued loving
her breasts. He kissed slowly, licked
tenderly, and rubbed his face gently
into them. Manisha was moaning.
The quiet decent housewife was
vocally responding to Ritesh's touch.
She moaned at the attention to her
body that had overpowered anything
she could resist. Ritesh was now
kissing her softly, slowly over her
breasts and stomach. His hands
lovingly caressed her as they slid up
and down her legs. He paid attention
to every part of them as well. Kissing
and touching her legs as if he didn't
understand them and needed the
touch to discover her. He moved to
her ankles, her feet, and her arms.
He loved her as if her elbows and
shoulders excited him as much as
her breasts and vagina. Nobody had
ever loved a woman like this. No
man ever seemed to get past a
woman's obvious attributes and
appreciate her so completely.
"Aahhh!" Manisha moaned with each
tender placement of his lips,
outstretching her legs as far as they
could on the table. She breathed low,
long moans as he worked his lips on
her legs. His fingers softly caressed
her feet and ankles as he kissed her
shins. Ritesh kissed her knees,
tickling underneath with his tongue.
His hands moved up her thighs in
long, smooth strokes. She was so
close... so close to liberation. His
hand moved up between her legs,
palming the delicate area covered by
her panties. His lips moved up her
dripping thighs, and Manisha finally
moved her hands. She rested them
on his head, inviting him up
higher ...patiently waiting for his lips
to reach her panties. Her chest
heaved as his first kiss pressed
against the satin. A wonderful burst
of energy glowed beneath the fabric,
patiently waiting to be filled and
loved. She wanted him. She wanted
him inside her. "Ritesh..." she could
say his name now. She slid her
fingers under the panty straps, and
slowly slid them down her legs.
Ritesh took over from her and
dropped the satin panties onto the
floor. She glazed over with pleasure
as she watched Ritesh removing his
clothes, sliding his briefs down to
expose his cock. She lay there,
completely naked and helpless
before the erect man. "Oh, Ritesh!"
He guided his cock inside her and
gave a rapid thrust. He then pulled
out of her slowly, watching her eyes
as she received the pleasure he gave
her and knowing she was watching
him as she received it. Ritesh
continued the gentle penetration of
her, gently thrusting, apparently
gaining inspiration from the
increasing arousal of his lovely
partner beneath him. His cock
plunged deeper, more powerfully
into her. Manisha reached up her
hand and massaged his chest,
stroking the short hairs scattered
across him. Their eyes remained
locked on each other as their moans
joined in harmony. She moved her
hands to his hips, feeling the power
of his body driving into her. Manisha
cried out and her body flinched as he
shot his load inside her. It was an
ecstatic flinch. It was a flinch of
digging her fingernails into his hips
and tightening her body as if she
would explode if she didn't. Her eyes
closed as if wondering if Ritesh could
ever understand how incredible he
was making her feel. She was a
woman. From his lovemaking. From
his patient, dedicated lovemaking. In
one fleeting moment, I remembered
about Manisha's dream, it had
awakened her passion so that in the
end caused her to break her own
promise of fidelity. Her animal
instincts triggered within her every
woman's most secret desire… the
urge to be filled and stretched by a
dominant male's huge organ. Ritesh
was the proverbial alpha male who
seek and planted his seed in the
most attractive female he could find.
The moment Ritesh had Manisha
alone, he seduced her in less than no
time. It was mother nature helping
the most important seduction of all,
leading a beautiful attractive female
in the path of a handsome, well-
hung, virile male as part of a sensual
dance that led to sexual union.

Everything that had happened over

the last couple of months had set the
scene for this, the final big show.
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25-04-2019, 10:21 PM
HIS VICTORY, MY LOSS

My wife Neeta planned a weekend

trip with two of her friends and their
husbands to a resort out of
Bangalore. I had met her friends
before-- Neha, a very sexy 28 year
old with a good figure and Sunita,
slightly plump but still very sexy.
Neeta, my wife, is absolutely
stunning. Last year she gave birth of
our only son Tuhin. I did not know
either of the husbands Sunil, Neha’s
husband, nor Amit, Sunita's husband.
Sunita and Neha worked with Neeta
so they were familiar to me. We
checked into the resort in the
evening and got ready for dinner at
the resort disc. Neeta and her friends
chatted with me and the other
husbands but somehow I felt out of
place. I noticed Sunil paying more
attention to my wife than I was
comfortable with. Even flirting with
her and my wife seemed to like it.
While talking his hand would always
rest just above her knee on the
inside of her thigh. Neeta seemed
not to mind, so I said nothing. When
he asked her for a dance, she was
more than eager and had no qualms
with a hot number rubbing her body
to his and they moved to the far side
of the floor on a slow song, past the
crush of bodies swaying and writhing
to the music. I couldn’t see them and
felt uncomfortable and also excited
in a strange manner imagining my
wife with another guy. Sometime
later I went to the men’s room. From
my cubicle I could hear Sunil telling
Amit, “Neeta’s looking hot, I wish l
could fuck her tonight.”
Amit said, “She’s married and with
her husband around?“ Sunil laughed,
“Who says you can’t fuck a married
woman! Haven’t I fucked your wife?”
“You bastard, “ Amit replied. I was
shocked, frightened and strangely
excited. I had to get Neeta out of
here. She would have no idea about
any of what he had heard. When I
asked Neeta to come out she said,
“Don’t be ridiculous Sanjay, I’m
enjoying myself. Go and have some
rest if you’re not feeling well “ I
couldn’t tell her what I had heard in
the men’s room; the last thing I
wanted was to cause a scene with so
many people around. I decided to go
to our room and lie down, and decide
what to do. I ordered a bottle of
scotch from room service, deciding
to get hammered. Of course nothing
would happen, if the man tried,
Neeta would slap his face. She
wasn’t like that. She had never been
unfaithful in all our 6 years of
marriage. Before marriage was, of
course, a different story. I took my
drink onto the room’s balcony and
sat looking out at the city’s lights. I
decided to wait for an hour or so and
rejoin the party. I must have dozed
off because the next thing I
remember, I heard voices outside of
the door. One was Neeta, the other a
man’s voice. I jumped up, and for
some unexplainable reason, decided
to hide. I closed the balcony door
leaving the curtain slightly open so
that I could see inside the room, just
then the bedroom door opened.
Neeta came in followed by Sunil.
“He’s not here “she said, “Thanks for
coming to look for him with me. That
was sweet of you Sunil.”
“Happy to help “Sunil replied. Neeta
went and stood in front of the
dressing table mirror and to my
horror I saw Sunil lock the door.
Neeta, looking in the mirror, slid her
lipstick across her lips. She lit a
cigarette and turned to face Sunil.
Sunil was standing very close, a
smile on his face. “That was nice
what you did in the elevator Neeta.“
“You mean this?” she replied, and
pecked him on his lips. “Well that
and the other thing too,” he said.
“Do it again for me.” Neeta smiled at
him and held her dress raised it until
I could see her stocking tops. Sunil
looked down between her legs, then
leaned to his right and slid his hand
onto her stocking thigh. Neeta’s face
looked mesmerized as she allowed
Sunil to slide his hand all the way up
her thigh. “Lift it higher Neeta,” he
said. She did, I could now clearly see
her thong, and so could Sunil. I
watched as my wife closed her eyes
and Sunil cupped her pussy with his
hand. She moaned loudly as I saw
Sunil’s arm moving in and out, I
imagined the man had his fingers
inside her pussy, fingering her. With
his other hand he undid the strap
holding her dress on her right
shoulder. The dress fell down
exposing Neeta’s right breast and
nipple, which was clearly aroused.
His fingers pulled and twisted her
nipple sending tremors through her
body. She was moving her hips in
time to his fingers, pushing back at
him. “We should go Sunil, the
others,” Neeta whispered. “It’s ok,
my wife must be having fun with
Amit with Sunita watching.” “What!”
said Neeta, shocked. “Its ok Neeta.
We have been fucking each others’
wives for some time. It’s only you
who was not included.” Saying this
he roughly kissed her. My wife
opened her crimson lips, accepting
Sunil’s tongue to lick and slide
inside. His hand left her breast and
started to undo his belt and pants.
His pants fell to the floor along with
his boxers exposing the longest cock
I had ever seen. It wasn’t fully erect
yet but was already longer and
thicker than mine. I was horrified; my
wife was going to be fucked with that
monster. It would hurt her, I was
sure. Sunil began to slide Neeta’s
panties down her thighs, “Take them
off,” he said and she obediently
removed them to expose her wet
pussy to him. Sunil asked “after the
birth of your son did you and your
husband started fucking. She said no
…not yet but I think my pussy is
ready. I watched, fascinated, the
thought that my beautiful little wife
was going to be fucked by his huge
cock made hot and horny, I had my
cock out and started stoking myself.
Sunil’s hand returned to her now
very wet pussy, his fingers
immediately slipping inside her
making her moan loudly. Neeta
spread her legs wider and squatted
slightly to allow her lover better
access to her cunt. Sunil took her
head in his hands he kissed her
again, moving forward to let the tip
of his un circumcised cock stroke
across her thigh. Still kissing her,
Sunil took his cock in his hand and
slid it across her pussy lips, Neeta
moaned into his mouth, I could see
her slide her tongue past her
crimson lips and search for her
lovers tongue. She held his arm as if
to urge him to touch her again. “I’m
going to fuck you” he grunted at her,
“I’m going to fuck you and cum in
you”. Sunil pulled his foreskin back
exposing the large purple mushroom
head and positioned it at the
entrance of my wife’s tight but very
wet cunt. I saw him push forward;
the head forced itself in, folding my
wife’s pussy lips in with it. He pulled
out again and rubbed it along her
lips again. “Oh Christ Sunil, that’s
fucking wonderful when you do that”
I had never heard my wife use
language like that before. Suddenly
Neeta pulled back removing Sunil’s
cock from her pussy “ Let me lick
this dirty cock ” saying this she knelt
before him and took his cock coated
with her juice into her mouth and
they both moaned. This was hot and
something she had never done with
me. She licked for some time and got
up “ok Sunil lets fuck ” Sunil pushed
again, this time with a hand on
Neeta’s bottom to hold her in place. I
could practically hear a pop as the
mans huge cock opened my wife’s
cunt, I saw with excitement the cock
head disappear inside my wife’s
body. Neeta was looking down
between her legs, looking where
they were joined; she had a strange
look on her face, a very dirty grin.
She slid her hands onto Sunil’s
bottom and lifted her right leg,
hooking it on his hip. This made her
open a bit more and as Sunil pushed,
more of his cock slid into her. She
was kissing him again, he started to
fuck into her, short stabs, pulling out
and pushing further in. She was
kissing his neck now; Sunil’s only
intention was impaling this little slut
on his cock. He sucked her tongue,
licked her lips, anything to make her
wetter and open up for him. Loud
moans were coming from deep
within her, Sunil was grunting every
time he pushed into her.
“Aaaahhhhhhhhhh…” he grunted,
“I’m all the way in you now.” “Christ
how you’re sooo fucking tight.” Sunil
was cursing now with every thrust,
and Neeta could only hang on as her
body was pushed up against the
table from the fucking she was
getting from this man. She lifted her
other leg and wrapped it round his
waist, she started humping her hips
sliding herself up and down this
beautiful cock that was very soon
going to bring on her orgasm.
Watching my wife getting fucked by
another man had me hot and my
own cum was now covering my
hand, as my wife’s ankles crossed
behind Sunil’s waist. He was now
holding her tight to him, his huge
strong arms completely wrapped
round her. Her bare breasts jumped
up and down at every thrust. Sunil
leaned down to bite her breast and
she screamed with the pain as he bit
and sucked. Sunil was close now.
Neeta grunted and moaned as her
orgasm washed through her, her lips
on his, kissing, tonguing him, giving
herself to him. All the time the hard
cock fucking her, they kissed
through her orgasm. Sunil gripped
her tighter, he released an animal
growl from deep within himself. I saw
his buttocks clench, the muscles
contracting as the sperm flowed out
of his hard cock deep into my wife’s
tight wet cunt. Sunil thrust inside her
three more times, making sure all his
semen was gushing into her. Then he
held her tight, his cock still buried
deep. I could see where their pubic
hair was matted together with their
combined cum. I watched as my
wife’s lovers cum started to leak out
past the base of the softening cock.
They kissed deeply, passionately,
like lovers. They stayed locked
together for what seemed like hours,
kissing, Sunil making slow fucking
movements in and out of her, more
and more of his cum leaking out and
dripping onto the carpet. The cum
was running down her leg onto her
stocking top. She looked down as
Sunil wiped the sticky end of his cock
on her pubic hair. Neeta cupped her
hand between her legs to stop
flowing his thick cum and went into
the bathroom. Sunil dressed himself
and waited for her. She sat at the
dresser and fixed her make up, then
I watched them kiss one last time
and leave. I couldn’t believe what
had just happened, I had just
watched another man fuck my wife
and liked it. I washed myself and
went down to join the others,
thinking of getting even. I walked
down to the hall where they sat
chatting and smoking and Neeta was
drinking. Sunil sat close to her. “Here
you are darling,” she said, kissing
my lips. I could smell Sunil’s cum on
her lips.
“Drink my friend?” Sunil handed me
a large scotch, a look of victory on
his face
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