"Who? Pradip? You... fucked... him?" Fuck wasn't even a word that Sohini normally used, but she was drunk.
"Yes, Pradip. I've been - doing it - with him. He said..." Sohini burst into tears again and despite the hundreds of different conflicting emotions that were running through me at that moment, I took her into my arms again and she buried her face into my shoulders and cried her heart out.
When she finished, I asked her gently what had happened but I couldn't follow most of what she was telling me. She was drunk and slurring her words, over the top of bouts of crying, and my mind was whirling at what she was saying so most of it went in one ear and out of the other. What I did manage to gather before we went upstairs was that she had been a willing participant and that Pradip hadn't raped her as I first suspected, but I think that he had probably used his influence and her desire for job to take advantage of her. Anger welled up inside me at him, but then a sense of pity and love for my beautiful wife replaced it. She had sacrificed this for us, for our family's well-being and security.
Then another word came into my head. Whore. I dismissed that word from my mind as soon as it appeared. Sohini wasn't a whore. She had only been with one man before me, and he had just been some kid. This had probably been incredibly difficult for her, and now she was confessing everything to me which was probably equally if not even more difficult.
"Don't leave me," she mumbled as I undressed her and put her into bed.
"I'll never leave you," I promised and put a finger to her lips to quiet her as she was about to speak again. She shut up and just stared at me, water still welling in her big brown eyes. She looked like a whore, laid there in just her pale blue petticoat, her hair all messed up and her face paint smudged like a tramp. I noticed a mark on her shoulder, which looked like a hickey. What had he done to her?
As I undressed I realized I had a huge erection. At first I thought it was just the way she looked, so cheap and slutty, that was turning me on but I came to realize as I got in bed next to her that it wasn't just that. As she snuggled up to me, still apologizing all the while, images coursed through my mind. Imaginary pictures of Pradip and her, in his car, at his house, in his office chamber where he had fucked her tonight and every single thought turned me on.
Was this natural? Surely, the thought of another man screwing my wife should make me jealous. Angry. Hell, it should make me want to kill him. And her! But it didn't. It drove me wild and I didn't know why. I turned my head to see Sohini looking at me.
"I love you," she whispered.
"I love you too," I said as I slipped my hand under the sheets, and into the lace of her petticoat. At first she objected, but when I said that I wanted my turn, she soon relented. Then as I climbed on top of her and was about to enter her, she stopped me again.
"He - finished - inside me," she said hesitantly but it didn't stop me.
"So?" I said as I slid myself into her. I wasn't disgusted by the cool wetness of her cum-filled pussy like I should have been. It felt great and again I felt myself unusually turned on by what should have been a complete turn-off. I looked down at my little whore of a wife as I started to fuck her like the slut that she was. I pounded her hard and fast before slowing down. What was I thinking? Sohini was no whore. I pushed the word out of my mind again and tried to 'make love' as we usually did but I couldn't help it. She just looked so slutty that I ended up fucking her roughly again and I was so aroused that I came inside her within seconds.
I collapsed onto the bed next to her, trying to catch my breath and apologizing for being so rough, but Sohini just giggled and said that she liked it like that - when I was rough with her. She liked it? What had Pradip done to my wife?
I lay there thinking for a while and when I rolled onto my side Sohini had fallen asleep. My mind was clear again now, the angry red mist of lust was lifted and now she looked like an angel again, albeit one with a dirty face. As I stared at her, my eyelids grew heavy and before long sleep claimed me and I fell into a deep, dreamless sleep.
Sohini woke me up the following morning. She had already been in the shower and was dressed and ready for work. I could tell she didn't feel well as there were dark circles under her eyes and she looked pale and weary.
"Hung over?" I asked, and Sohini nodded. She was quiet and avoiding eye contact with me so I tried to reassure her about last night. "It's okay, you know? I still love you."
Sohini just nodded. "I need to go work," she said simply. "We should talk tonight, I suppose." She looked so miserable that I really felt for her, even though she had effectively cheated on me.
"Really. It's all right. We'll get through this," I told her. "Why don't you take the day off? I'm sure Pradip will understand, and I'll throw a sickie. We can talk when the kids have gone to school."
Sohini shook her head. "I need to go in. Pradip might be mad with me being off with a hangover. Plus, I don't want him knowing that anything is up. If he knows that I've told you, he might panic and get rid of me and we can't afford for me to lose this job."
new year was looming and a picture of the us enjoying holidays in a sea beach popped into my head. I really wanted that. Sohini was happy; we needed this job, no matter what the cost. At least until New Year.
When she had left, I got the kids up and off to school, while trying to behave as normally as I possibly could. The last thing I wanted was for them to sense anything was wrong. They had been somewhat worried about the whole money issue as well. Not much gets past children, does it? One thing I was grateful for was that they hadn't seen their mother in the state she was in last night.
Sohini came home that day on time, and she too acted as normally as possible while the kids were around. To the casual observer, you wouldn't have noticed that anything was out of the ordinary but as soon as we found ourselves alone, our normal day-to-day faces disappeared and we sat down to have a serious talk.
Sohini started out apologizing, and I sat and let her talk for a while. It all poured out then. She confessed to sleeping with Pradip regularly over a period of time and then she qualified her actions by explaining what I already knew, that she had done it for us. At first it had just been flirting, teasing him and leading him along to get him to consider her for the job, and then it had led to touching his hand under the table, discussing about our private sex life openly and then to his first kiss, which was what had landed her the week's trial. I just sat there and listened. There were a million and one questions that I wanted to ask, but I thought it best if I just let her get it all out first. Then, when I had chance to digest it all, I would ask my questions and let her know how I felt.
But could I tell her how I felt? The truth was that while I did harbor feelings of jealousy, betrayal by my wife and best friend and undercurrents of anger towards Pradip, other feelings were swimming along the surface. Feelings of arousal and excitement at what she had done. All through her confessions I was sat there with a huge hard-on, and at times I almost wasn't listening, but just looking at my wife and imagining what she was describing in my mind. I would have to suddenly block out the images, push back the desire to just fuck her right there on the sofa, and then ask her to repeat what I had just missed.
When she finally finished, she just sat there with her head bowed and her hands clasped in her lap, waiting for my reaction. What should I say? Should I make out that I was the furious husband as she probably expected, or should I be the understanding gentleman? Would that make me out to look like a wimp? If I was angry, would I upset her further than she already was? I didn't want either of those options, so should I confess to being the dirty pervert that I really was? A man who was getting unnaturally excited at the thought of his wife being a secret slut.
"Could he tell?" were the words that finally tumbled out of my mouth. Sohini looked at me confused. "Pradip-" I explained, "Could he tell that anything was wrong? Is your job still safe?"
Sohini nodded, an odd look coming across her face. "Everything's fine at work, don't worry. You don't want me to leave then? Aren't you mad?"
I put on a stern face, trying to appear angrier than I really was. "I'm angry, yes, but I understand why you did it and I understand." Sohini opened her mouth to say something but I carried on. "We need the money, so as long as you come back to me every night and it doesn't affect our sex life, then I want you to keep working there."
There it was. I had said it. Sort of, anyway. Not quite a confession about my perverted, dirty thoughts, but I was still saying that it was okay for her to keep fucking him. I wanted her to keep fucking him, I realized in that moment. Wow. I must be fucked up in the head, or something.
Sohini nodded again, clearly not getting the reaction she expected. "Okay," she said finally. "I promise it won't affect our sex life. Well, only as much as it has done already." She left it hanging, but I knew what she meant. She had been much more tigerish in bed since starting the job, and now I knew why.
"Do you enjoy it?" I asked, cagily so as not give away how much I was enjoying this. "The sex with Pradip, I mean?"
Sohini took a while to answer, giving me a long, considering look before finally nodding. "I suppose I do... well yes, okay. I enjoy it. There, I've admitted it. I'm sorry. I do enjoy sex with you as well. Just as much, it's just... different with Pradip." The words just poured out of her again, tumbling over each other and then she took a deep breath and waited for the question that she must have known was coming.
"Yes, Pradip. I've been - doing it - with him. He said..." Sohini burst into tears again and despite the hundreds of different conflicting emotions that were running through me at that moment, I took her into my arms again and she buried her face into my shoulders and cried her heart out.
When she finished, I asked her gently what had happened but I couldn't follow most of what she was telling me. She was drunk and slurring her words, over the top of bouts of crying, and my mind was whirling at what she was saying so most of it went in one ear and out of the other. What I did manage to gather before we went upstairs was that she had been a willing participant and that Pradip hadn't raped her as I first suspected, but I think that he had probably used his influence and her desire for job to take advantage of her. Anger welled up inside me at him, but then a sense of pity and love for my beautiful wife replaced it. She had sacrificed this for us, for our family's well-being and security.
Then another word came into my head. Whore. I dismissed that word from my mind as soon as it appeared. Sohini wasn't a whore. She had only been with one man before me, and he had just been some kid. This had probably been incredibly difficult for her, and now she was confessing everything to me which was probably equally if not even more difficult.
"Don't leave me," she mumbled as I undressed her and put her into bed.
"I'll never leave you," I promised and put a finger to her lips to quiet her as she was about to speak again. She shut up and just stared at me, water still welling in her big brown eyes. She looked like a whore, laid there in just her pale blue petticoat, her hair all messed up and her face paint smudged like a tramp. I noticed a mark on her shoulder, which looked like a hickey. What had he done to her?
As I undressed I realized I had a huge erection. At first I thought it was just the way she looked, so cheap and slutty, that was turning me on but I came to realize as I got in bed next to her that it wasn't just that. As she snuggled up to me, still apologizing all the while, images coursed through my mind. Imaginary pictures of Pradip and her, in his car, at his house, in his office chamber where he had fucked her tonight and every single thought turned me on.
Was this natural? Surely, the thought of another man screwing my wife should make me jealous. Angry. Hell, it should make me want to kill him. And her! But it didn't. It drove me wild and I didn't know why. I turned my head to see Sohini looking at me.
"I love you," she whispered.
"I love you too," I said as I slipped my hand under the sheets, and into the lace of her petticoat. At first she objected, but when I said that I wanted my turn, she soon relented. Then as I climbed on top of her and was about to enter her, she stopped me again.
"He - finished - inside me," she said hesitantly but it didn't stop me.
"So?" I said as I slid myself into her. I wasn't disgusted by the cool wetness of her cum-filled pussy like I should have been. It felt great and again I felt myself unusually turned on by what should have been a complete turn-off. I looked down at my little whore of a wife as I started to fuck her like the slut that she was. I pounded her hard and fast before slowing down. What was I thinking? Sohini was no whore. I pushed the word out of my mind again and tried to 'make love' as we usually did but I couldn't help it. She just looked so slutty that I ended up fucking her roughly again and I was so aroused that I came inside her within seconds.
I collapsed onto the bed next to her, trying to catch my breath and apologizing for being so rough, but Sohini just giggled and said that she liked it like that - when I was rough with her. She liked it? What had Pradip done to my wife?
I lay there thinking for a while and when I rolled onto my side Sohini had fallen asleep. My mind was clear again now, the angry red mist of lust was lifted and now she looked like an angel again, albeit one with a dirty face. As I stared at her, my eyelids grew heavy and before long sleep claimed me and I fell into a deep, dreamless sleep.
Sohini woke me up the following morning. She had already been in the shower and was dressed and ready for work. I could tell she didn't feel well as there were dark circles under her eyes and she looked pale and weary.
"Hung over?" I asked, and Sohini nodded. She was quiet and avoiding eye contact with me so I tried to reassure her about last night. "It's okay, you know? I still love you."
Sohini just nodded. "I need to go work," she said simply. "We should talk tonight, I suppose." She looked so miserable that I really felt for her, even though she had effectively cheated on me.
"Really. It's all right. We'll get through this," I told her. "Why don't you take the day off? I'm sure Pradip will understand, and I'll throw a sickie. We can talk when the kids have gone to school."
Sohini shook her head. "I need to go in. Pradip might be mad with me being off with a hangover. Plus, I don't want him knowing that anything is up. If he knows that I've told you, he might panic and get rid of me and we can't afford for me to lose this job."
new year was looming and a picture of the us enjoying holidays in a sea beach popped into my head. I really wanted that. Sohini was happy; we needed this job, no matter what the cost. At least until New Year.
When she had left, I got the kids up and off to school, while trying to behave as normally as I possibly could. The last thing I wanted was for them to sense anything was wrong. They had been somewhat worried about the whole money issue as well. Not much gets past children, does it? One thing I was grateful for was that they hadn't seen their mother in the state she was in last night.
Sohini came home that day on time, and she too acted as normally as possible while the kids were around. To the casual observer, you wouldn't have noticed that anything was out of the ordinary but as soon as we found ourselves alone, our normal day-to-day faces disappeared and we sat down to have a serious talk.
Sohini started out apologizing, and I sat and let her talk for a while. It all poured out then. She confessed to sleeping with Pradip regularly over a period of time and then she qualified her actions by explaining what I already knew, that she had done it for us. At first it had just been flirting, teasing him and leading him along to get him to consider her for the job, and then it had led to touching his hand under the table, discussing about our private sex life openly and then to his first kiss, which was what had landed her the week's trial. I just sat there and listened. There were a million and one questions that I wanted to ask, but I thought it best if I just let her get it all out first. Then, when I had chance to digest it all, I would ask my questions and let her know how I felt.
But could I tell her how I felt? The truth was that while I did harbor feelings of jealousy, betrayal by my wife and best friend and undercurrents of anger towards Pradip, other feelings were swimming along the surface. Feelings of arousal and excitement at what she had done. All through her confessions I was sat there with a huge hard-on, and at times I almost wasn't listening, but just looking at my wife and imagining what she was describing in my mind. I would have to suddenly block out the images, push back the desire to just fuck her right there on the sofa, and then ask her to repeat what I had just missed.
When she finally finished, she just sat there with her head bowed and her hands clasped in her lap, waiting for my reaction. What should I say? Should I make out that I was the furious husband as she probably expected, or should I be the understanding gentleman? Would that make me out to look like a wimp? If I was angry, would I upset her further than she already was? I didn't want either of those options, so should I confess to being the dirty pervert that I really was? A man who was getting unnaturally excited at the thought of his wife being a secret slut.
"Could he tell?" were the words that finally tumbled out of my mouth. Sohini looked at me confused. "Pradip-" I explained, "Could he tell that anything was wrong? Is your job still safe?"
Sohini nodded, an odd look coming across her face. "Everything's fine at work, don't worry. You don't want me to leave then? Aren't you mad?"
I put on a stern face, trying to appear angrier than I really was. "I'm angry, yes, but I understand why you did it and I understand." Sohini opened her mouth to say something but I carried on. "We need the money, so as long as you come back to me every night and it doesn't affect our sex life, then I want you to keep working there."
There it was. I had said it. Sort of, anyway. Not quite a confession about my perverted, dirty thoughts, but I was still saying that it was okay for her to keep fucking him. I wanted her to keep fucking him, I realized in that moment. Wow. I must be fucked up in the head, or something.
Sohini nodded again, clearly not getting the reaction she expected. "Okay," she said finally. "I promise it won't affect our sex life. Well, only as much as it has done already." She left it hanging, but I knew what she meant. She had been much more tigerish in bed since starting the job, and now I knew why.
"Do you enjoy it?" I asked, cagily so as not give away how much I was enjoying this. "The sex with Pradip, I mean?"
Sohini took a while to answer, giving me a long, considering look before finally nodding. "I suppose I do... well yes, okay. I enjoy it. There, I've admitted it. I'm sorry. I do enjoy sex with you as well. Just as much, it's just... different with Pradip." The words just poured out of her again, tumbling over each other and then she took a deep breath and waited for the question that she must have known was coming.