My Wife’s Secret Desires – Part 1
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I was late for the office that day, noting unusual there, I have never had the reputation of being on time. I grabbed my laptop bag, planted a kiss on my wife’s lips and bid her goodbye. We have enjoyed a great relationship from the first day of our marriage. She is neither one of those who will blindly follow whatever I saw nor like those Indian women who dominate their household. Long story short, we shared such great bond that I rarely had a problem in my marital life. Though recently I have felt that Kavitha hasn’t been the same cheerful lady that she once was, but then it hardly mattered because she is intelligent enough to never let her mood affect the environment in the house. We married some 6 months ago and have recently shifted to this new apartment after I got transferred to Bangalore. Apart from the pay rise, it was the city and the housing society that persuaded me and Kavitha to move from our hometown. The company has provided us with this 3BHK apartment and given its just the two of us in the family, the house is pretty large and spacious, much to Kavitha’s liking. (Women you know, they have this obsession with big houses) It was one of those extremely hot and humid days in the city and the heat was getting all the more unbearable knowing that my boss is going to give me a beating once I reach the office. I turned the A.C on, put on my favourite song and pressed my feet on the accelerator. With the traffic that we have in India, driving at 40-50km/hr is unimaginable but today I didn’t have any option, so I just brought the ‘Fast and Furious’ out of me. I hardly drove 300 metres with the Vin Diesel avatar and the signal turned red, “Fucking Shit, My fate is written with a pig’s penis” I said to myself. “122 seconds”, the digital display board read and which meant I had to wait for more than 2 minutes at the signal. I brought the window down and looked for outside for some amusement. “Sir, please Sir, take this doll, your daughter will be so happy Sir. Sir, I haven’t had food for days, please buy this doll”. I usually don’t pay heed to beggars but this little girl wasn’t asking for money, rather she wanted to sell her doll and earn, so I picked a doll, though I dint have any little daughter but just to help her out. ‘The Red one’ yeah, give me that, how much? 50 Rupees. “And people pay 500 at big shops for the same thing” I thought and looked for my wallet. “Holy Shit”!! Just when I thought this day couldn’t get worse, I had forgotten to bring my wallet. I made a sorry face for the little street kid and promised her to buy 2 dolls the next day and by this time the signal had also turned green so I left. “I go back I lose a day’s salary, I don’t, I get to eat the fucked up food that my colleagues bring and then also put up a fake smile with a certain, “Your wife is such a great cook, it is delicious”. Thoughts were running thick and fast through my mind until I finally decided to take a U-Turn. “Boss’s lecture about punctuality and then Mr. Sharma’s wife’s life threatening food, I would rather go home and sleep”. I decided not to call my wife and give her a surprise. May be she’ll get happy and I’ll get a good romantic time. I rang the door bell and waited for Kavitha to open the door. I could hear her voice asking, “Who is it?” but no way I was going to let her know about my surprise holiday, okay not exactly a holiday, a bunk. It took her about 4-5 minutes to reach the door, quite a surprise given that she hates when the door is unattended for more than 2 minutes. The door opens and I just threw myself on my lovely wife, hugged her tight and whispered in her ear, “Today I don’t feel like letting you go”. “Ahh, Ronit, it’s me Sunaina, not Kavitha.” I was holding her so tight that it took me a couple of seconds to realise what she just told and when I finally realised, I quickly let go off her and kept apologising till I could understand what had just happened. She just giggled and said, “It’s okay, not your fault. Kavitha is in the bedroom and she made way for me to go in. I went past her making sure I don’t touch her again and she kept giving a mischievous smile all the while. This lady, Sunaina, she is dead gorgeous, around 32, mother a 4 year old kid and with a body that would give women 10 years younger a run for their money. She isn’t skinny instead has a voluptuous body and I won’t be exaggerating much if I say, she looks like Kim Kardashian, or at least her ass does. I won’t lie, I have dreamt about hugging her tight a million times since the day we shifted to this apartment and though my dream did come true, it ended more on an embarrassing note than a pleasing one. Anyways, I tried not to think about what just happened and moved into my bedroom, Suniana followed me there. Kavitha was sitting on the bed watching TV still in her knee length night gown. Normally she changes her night dress immediately after waking up, may be today she dint. “What happened? Did you miss something” There, I had prepared a lovely 3 sentence romantic speech to let her know that I came back for her and not the wallet and all my hard work ended right there as it dint take her second to guess what happened. “Yes I did miss something, I missed my beautiful wife”, I still tried to give it a shot. I leaned forward on the bed towards her but she moved out of the bed leaving me stranded there. Both the ladies started giggling and continued doing it for 5 minutes. I don’t understand this girl humour, it wasn’t even that funny. Kavitha finally controlled herself and said, “Let me prepare tea for all three of us”. She dint even wait for my response but Suniana immediately responded, “No, Kavitha, not now. I am in a hurry right now and Ronit seems in more hurry, so we’ll have it some other day” She looked towards Kavitha and both of them starting laughing again. I just turned around looked towards the fan, closed my eyes and murmured, “God, if you wanna screw me bad today, at least don’t let ladies join the party” The whole day passed with me humming romantic songs to tease her and she in no mood to come to my track. She just kept glued to her TV set sipped coffee or stared at the window. I sensed that it won’t work unless I try the other way, “Hey, You seem off, missing your boyfriend?” There was an immediate smile on her face and said, “Yes, obviously, who else do I have?” I just laughed out and told her, “I would kill you if you say that again” She smiled, I smiled and our evening was over. Another failure. I should have rather had Mr. Sharma’s lunch. It was around 10:30 p.m. and I was stuck to my laptop doing some last minute corrections for tomorrow’s office meeting schedule. I had called Mr. Sharma and informed him about my illness that forced me to take a leave that day (No, way I was gonna tell him that I took a leave to save myself from your wife’s lunch) and he informed me about some meeting we had the next day. I would have loved to give another day a miss but then getting fired is not what I’ll enjoy much so I started working on the presentation.Kavitha’s phone got another text, it was more than 50 for her in the day, not normal at all. II moved forward to take the phone but as soon as she saw me, she rushed like a tracer bullet and grabbed the phone off my hands. I wasn’t too pleased but since we have had the trust to never check each other’s phone, I simply ignored and asked, “Your Boyfriend seems very eager?” She smiled and went away to the toilet. I finished my work and figured out that it has been around 20 minutes and Kavitha wasn’t out of the toilet yet, I checked and she said “Just a moment and came out immediately with her phone in her hand”. I raised my eyebrows and asked,” What took you so long?” “Ahh, it was my boyfriend”, she cheekily replied and went to the bedroom. Though I started the boyfriend thing just to get her talking but I was seriously starting to have suspensions especially because I saw a lot of activities that I usually do not see because of office. “Is she really cheating on me?” I was asking myself but then I quickly shrugged off the doubts given she has been a perfect and faithful wife right since her marriage. Lights were off and we too were off to sleep. I just hugged her and started talking to her. In the meantime I started kissing her. She clearly seemed uninterested and after my continuous attempts she came up with a “dear…I took a long shower in the evening and I am very tired today…let me sleep tonight please”. I cut a sorry figure, not the first time in the day and I could see Mr. Sharma’s big ugly face laughing hard at my misery. I turned the other side, and tried to sleep. Sleep is something that does not come to easily to me and when it does I don’t get up too easily either. Kavitha of all the people knew this best. I would have been 1 hour since I got the heart break and she whispered my name a couple of time, “Ronit.!! Ronit.!!”. I wasn’t asleep yet, but I din’t turn because I knew she was just checking on me and I definitely wasn’t gonna turn for just that when she can’t take shower twice. I had just about closed my eyes again that Kavitha’s phone beeped. She received a message again; it must have been around 2 am. “Who the hell is texting her now”. The text messages kept coming and I soon lost my patience and turned to her side but made sure to act as if I did it in sleep. She hurriedly took her phone behind her back when I turned but she soon felt that I did it in sleep and slowly starting texting again. She must have put the phone on silent because the noise stopped after that. She came close to me and stared once to confirm whether I was asleep or not. After confirming that I was fast asleep, she just moved aside a little and made some space for herself. Now even I could see her more clearly in the dim light of the nightbulb. She was smiling a lot while texting and seeing all this was burning the hell out of me. “We din’t have sex because she said she wanted to sleep and look now what she is upto.” My doubts about her cheating on me with other man were slowly getting stronger and the bond that we shared getting weaker. She was moving more on the bed now, making more space for herself and I couldn’t figure out what she was trying to do until her hands moved inside the top of her night dress towards her breasts. “God damn, what is this lady doing? She is definitely sexting with some other man.” Slowly, she started pressing her breasts and pinching her nipples over her nighty. If she was doing it for me, it would have driven me crazy but she was doing it for some other man and that too sleeping beside me. Slowly her left hand ran over her tummy and towards the tail end of her nighty. She pulled her nighty a bit up and placed her hand over her panty. I couldn’t see her fingers but I could see her hand moving in circular motions and I knew what she was upto. There is no bigger embarrassment for a man than his wife refusing sex and then masturbating for some other guy. The circular motions of her hands became more vigorous and my misery grew more with each move. I wanted to confront her there itself but I don’t know what was holding me back. May be it was the embarrassment of seeing your wife rubbing her vagina for some other man. Whatever it was, the scene wasn’t very pretty, I just tried closing my eyes but each time I closed my eyes, a picture of Kavitha having sex with an unknown man would pop up in my mind. No prizes for guessing that I dint sleep the whole night and Kavitha continued with her self-pleasure activities until 5 am. She had such a big orgasm in the end that she couldn’t stop herself from moaning. Her moan rubbed salt on the wounds that I had on my ego and more on my heart. I don’t remember when I slept but it wasn’t for long before my alarm rang at 7:30 AM. The office time is 9:30 and I would usually sleep another half hour after the alarm but not today. Being in the bed where I saw my wife cheating on me and rubbing herself thinking of some other man was giving me a feeling which can either be showcased in embarrassment or through anger. I, for the moment was sticking with the first option. I looked at Kavitha, still in the bed, her face looked tired but it still had a charm, the freshness of doing something you wanted. Clearly, she loved the other man more than she loved me. I just moved inside the bathroom and started getting ready for the office. I dint her up, instead I did all the things that she would have normally done, prepared the breakfast (just for me), had tea and by the time I was finished doing all my pre-office jigs, the clock only crossed 8:15. “The other day, time was running faster than ever and today…” I just wanted to get off the house, go to office and complete everything and go somewhere alone, somewhere where I could find peace with myself and my inner self that was poking me for being a husband who got cheated by his wife. I moved into the bedroom to grab my laptop but dint find Kavitha there, she must be in the toilet. No way I was gonna wait for her to come out and give the mandatory goodbye kiss, something that we have been doing since our first night. I turned towards the door and had barely moved 2-3 steps that Kavitha’s phone beeped again. I was so pissed at Kavitha and what she did the other night that I was waiting for something to take out my anger out at and what better than the root of all this, her mobile phone. I grabbed it like I was grabbing Kavitha’s neck and was about to throw it on the floor, when I saw a text message received from an unknown number. The message notification on her phone seemed like a ray of hope; if I can’t save my marriage at least I should know the person who ruined it. I opened the text massage and it read, “Has he left?”. He i.e. Me, holy shit, this man knows exactly when I leave for office but why is he asking whether I have left or not. “Is he gonna come here, to MY fuking home and have sex with MY wife in MY bed without MY knowledge?” I had to find this out and I had to do it ASAP. I dialled the number from which the text came and before the call could proceed, I heard the bathroom lock and immediately threw the phone back on the bed. “If I were to catch them , I had to catch them red-handed”. What happens next? Do I find out about my wife’s affair? Please write to [email protected] for your comments and reviews. Women of all ages are welcomed to share their opinion. Wait for the next parts..!!!