Preface :) - Many years back, in the late 90s, when I first discovered the internet and started reading erotica, one of the first wife stories I read involved a musical chairs situation. It caught my fancy at once and I read it many times before moving on to other stories. This was on some minor website, not the big ones like ASSTR or Literotica. A few month...
The next couple of weeks, I was unable to speak with Menaka over Skype because our ship was on the high seas in a zone where the satellite coverage wasn't very good. I did use the ship to shore communications facility to send her a message about this. Then we hit a spot of bad weather in the Atlantic. The next time I got to skype with her was from Panama in...
I was sitting in the crappy rexine seat, my face in my hands, at my wits end. An hour ago, I had been a successful start-up founder with my gorgeous and intelligent loyal wife by my side, heading towards the greatest deal of my life. A deal that could make me a millionaire if not a billionaire. But now here I was, in a totally different situation. Having wat...
I read the email three times and jacked off all three times in delight to see how far things had progressed. Part of me was a little jealous too at the fact that Menaka seemed to be getting more emotionally involved with Dara than earlier. But I told myself that it was inevitable. I was more focused on the absolutely kinky developments of my wife spending th...
Note: This story is a re-telling of Aurelius1982 Indian Wife is a Diwali Night Treat from the wife's perspective. One of his readers. Mili, sent him a suggestion for having the wife's narrative too, similar to my first story which Aurelius helped with. He asked me to do it, so here it is. Obviously, the main characters are Aurelius' creations and he deserves...
Preface: Six years ago almost to the day, I started writing a story, inspired by a writer named Quin on literotica. For a while now, I have had this idea, also inspired from one of Quin's stories. It is not exactly a "sequel", in that the story doesn't continue per se. But it is a different perspective. A bit Rashomon-ish, if I may be so bold. So here it is....
When I woke up the next morning, Bela's side of the bed was empty. I got up and went to the kitchen and saw her dressed in a sari. Which was a surprise, since she had pretty much stopped wearing any clothes around the house recently. I went close to her and hugged her and kissed her. She kissed me back very cursorily, and her face looked worn down with worry...
I watched the events in my house being broadcast from three separate rooms. Vimla walked to the kitchen where here her kurta had been stripped off and thrown on the floor. She first went to the kitchen sink and washed her face. Then the petite maid slipped the kurta on and walked out to the living room, gathering her salwar on the way. Dara who was sitting...
I sat staring at my phone waiting for it to ring. It was almost time. Almost 4 PM in Bombay. It had been over forty eight hours since I had last seen Menaka on my computer screen getting clumsily fucked by Banke in our bedroom. For a variety of reasons that I will soon go into, I hadn't been able to keep monitoring her progress over the computer and the cou...
The events spanning the next week or so are best described by just copy-pasting Menaka's emails here. I will leave out the mundane parts related to our family and other stuff. ***** Email 1 Dearest Prakash I know you must be curious to hear what happened next with Dara. As you wanted, I have decided to describe everything in as much detail as I can. Tod...