“I am really sorry, darling.” I apologized humbly. “I really didn’t realize what I was saying. I shouldn’t be having these thoughts. What you did with Gaurav …”
“What I was FORCED to do with Gaurav.” Viday reminded me. “There’s a difference. And now here you are, telling me you would LOVE to see another man fuck your wife’s married pussy. Have your wife commit adultery.”
“I am sorry darling. I really am sorry. Please forget what I said.”
“Yes, yes. It’s better to forget it.” Vidya seemed lost in thought for some time. Then she turned her attention to another matter. “Let’s get you up again, fatty. My ass still needs a cock – no matter how small. And how pathetic.”
“Yes, dear.”
Vidya forwarded the video to a section where Gaurav was eating her out on the sofa, before slapping her buttocks several times, and finally giving her a good fuck. A few minutes later, I was hard enough to cum in Vidya’s buttocks. Vidya often let me cum in her ass, as my small dick did not cause her much pain. After kissing each other good night, with the smell of semen all over the room, we both fell asleep.
I forgot our conversation as work kept me busy, and Vidya too was involved with a jewellery designing course she was taking from home. She had a small home business in that and it kept her busy. I was glad as well that she did not raise the topic of that conversation again. I tried to question myself as to what even made me say such a thing. Vidya was my loving wife and here I was asking her to whore herself out to another man. Again. I was just lucky, I decided, that she still loved and respected me after that.
I wanted to plan a weekend getaway for our anniversary, but surprisingly my wife wanted to stay home. She told me to leave all planning to her; she would pick out a nice restaurant and so on. I gratefully acquiesced.
Soon, it was the day of our anniversary. It was a Tuesday, and I was at work. Around 10.30 in the morning, just when I was having my coffee break, Vidya called me.
“Honey!” She was panting. “Can you take the rest of the day off and come home?”
“Vidya! Is everything OK? Why are you panting?”
“No … no … everything is fine.” Vidya gasped. “I am just … masturbating.”
“Oh.” Was the only comment I could make at my wife’s behavior.
“So, this is what I want you to do.” Vidya instructed me. “Come home around 12 sharp. I will be going out soon, visiting my mother.” Vidya’s widowed mother lived just down the street, and every other morning Vidya dropped in at her place before she would go to the gym.
“And so the house will be empty.” Vidya continued, breaking my thought. “Do you understand?”
I was the lead engineer of a multinational firm on important projects, so of course I understood this simple instruction.
“Yes, dear. I will go to our house at 12 noon sharp and it should be empty.”
“Good. Now fatso, listen to me carefully.” Vidya’s voice almost dropped to a whisper. “You will enter the house, and go up to our bedroom. Remember the huge walk in closet you were hiding in pathetically and watching uselessly as Gaurav pounded me, again and again, with his giant cock? Good! You will hide there, close that door. Take your iPad with you too – the one that has the camera app.”
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