My husband Karan leaned towards me and whispered something into my ears. It kind of turned me on and got me riled up. He was trying to talk to me till he got home. I’ve been asking him to wait till we went to sleep. But he was so eager to tell me about that ‘something.’
“What the hell? Again?” I shouted.
“Okay, okay, we’ll talk about it in bed,” he said, trying to calm me down.
“What happened?” our son Akshay asked. He turned 18 a couple of months ago.
“It’s nothing,” Karan told him.
I tried my best to hide the fact that I was turned on. We continued eating, and I washed the dishes later. I went inside our bedroom and locked the door.
“Are you nuts?” I shouted.
“Honey, please listen,” he tried to explain.
“Are you my husband or a pimp?” I asked.
“Honey, please don’t say that,” he said. I could sense the disappointment in his way of speaking.
“It has been only one week since I slept with a man, for your good. And now you want me to do it again?” I shouted.
Last week a man named Karim, from whom Karan got some money came to our home. He was expecting to get his money back. Karan didn’t have enough money to repay him. Karim said he should either pay him or let him and me in a room alone. He meant sex, of course.
Karan thought for a while and allowed Karim to have his way with me. Karim, a well-built muscular guy, lifted me to our room. He shoved his thick monster in my throat and fucked me for around one hour. Since I haven’t been fucked in a very long time, the sex was good for me.
So I didn’t fight with Karan that much. But our relationship was obviously damaged. Now coming to the present. Karan was ashamed after I shouted at him. This time he asked me to sleep with his boss at work. I shouted at him so much that he was about to tell me, “Leave it, honey, you don’t have to do it.”
But I wanted to do it, and I only shouted at him because he couldn’t think I was enjoying this. So I sat beside him to console him.
“Why is he asking me all of a sudden?” I asked.
“He knows Karim. He must have said something about what happened last week to him,” Karan said. I sighed.
“When and where?” I asked.
“So you’ll do it?” Karan asked. Slowly a smile appeared on his face.
“What other choice do I have? You’re the love of my life, after all,” I told him. He got happy and hugged me tightly. Poor guy couldn’t even realise I was lying.
“I’ll text him and let him know,” he said. I peeked at his mobile as he was texting.
“Wait, you meant Suresh sir?” I asked.
“Yes, he has come to our house a few times. You must have seen him many times,” he said.
“Yes, I know him. I’m just shocked that he asked this,
I said and got lost in thought.
Two years ago, we moved into our new house. Suresh was one of the few guests Karan had invited to the ‘Graha Pravesh.’ Every man present on that day was staring at my midriff. It is flat with zero fat, thanks to my gym trainer John. Men staring at me was nothing new to me, my husband, or even my son.
I like to expose my body because I work hard to maintain it. It happens all the time when we go out. But the man who stood out was Suresh. He is a man in his early 40s, so fit and about 5 centimetres taller than me. I was checking out who all were staring at me.
Suresh stared me straight into my eyes and gave me a wink and a flying kiss. I smiled and blushed. Later that day, when guests started leaving, I washed dishes in the kitchen. My son was playing games on his mobile, and Karan was busy talking with his friends.
Suresh sneaked into the kitchen. He put his fingers over my waist and pinched it. I was shocked, and I dropped the vessel. But Suresh caught it before it dropped. I was relieved as the dish falling could’ve made a noise.
He slid his hand inside my saree. He placed his palm over my midriff and pulled me towards him. His hard cock was poking against my ass.
“My husband is right there,” I whispered.
“I’m his boss. What can he do even if he found out?” he asked and nibbled around my ears. My panty was soaked as he was teasing me. He took his cock out and slapped my ass using it.
“You like it?” he asked. I held his cock to feel how long it was.
I nodded.
“Then get-”
He was interrupted by a phone call. He suddenly put his cock in and went out of the kitchen with a glass of water to avoid suspicion. He later left as everyone started to leave. I didn’t see him for quite a long time.
We met again at an engagement function after a year or so. That time things got quite steamy, and we almost got caught. Karan was busy chatting with his friends. Meanwhile, I was sitting lonely using my mobile. Karan came towards me with Suresh.
“Honey, I’m quite busy now. You can go and eat dinner with Suresh sir,” Karan said.
“Okay, I’ll go,” I said. I went upstairs with Suresh, where the dinner was being served. It was a buffet-type dinner. Suresh sir put his hand around my waist and guided me outside the room. There was a staircase in the corridor that led to the rooftop. He guided me to the rooftop meanwhile pinching my hip.
The wind was blowing very fast. I was shivering, and the saree was flying, exposing my midriff and cleavage. He placed his plate aside and put mine aside too. He embraced me from behind. His cock, as I expected, was hard and pressing towards my ass.
“Do you feel warm now?” he whispered into my ears. I nodded yes. He slowly slid his hand inside my saree and then into my panty. “How come I’ve put my fingers inside you and still not know your name?” he said and kissed my left cheek.
“Ananya,” I said. He kissed my cheek again and started fingering me. I started trembling. I haven’t been played by a man for two years. I moaned loudly. We heard footsteps. We suddenly went behind the water tank in the corner near the staircase.
It was my husband and his two friends. They had two bottles. Seems like they had come here to drink. I started shivering again as Suresh wasn’t hugging me. He realised that, put his hand in my panty, and pulled me closer.
“Your husband will never leave us alone, huh?” he said. I laughed. “You’re capable of laughing too?” he joked and turned my face to kiss my lips. We had a deep kiss that lasted for a minute. “We can finish what we started if you want,” he said.
“No, I’ll make a lot of noise. I’m afraid we have to wait till we get another opportunity,” I said.
“It’s fine. But I will definitely own that pussy one day,” he said.
“I’ll be looking forward,” I said.
We got downstairs. My husband got down after a few minutes, and we left for home as our son was all alone.
“Ananya? are you listening or not?” Karan asked.
That’s when I realised I was daydreaming.
“Sorry, just got lost in thought. What is it?” I asked.
“He wants you tomorrow at his house,” he said.
“Sure, no issues. We’ll go whenever he wants,” I said.
“No, he wants you alone. He wants you to come to the office, and he’ll take you home. And he wants you to wear a saree, a transparent one if you can,” Karan said. I got turned on so much. I’m pretty sure Karan knew that, too, as I bit my lips after he said that.
“Fine, he seemed like a good guy,” I said.
“Thanks for doing this, dear,” Karan said and gave a peck on my lips.
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