This is a fiction story. I am a divorced and single man of 43. The narration is in the first person and the story may contain some elements of truth. But mostly it is a story for your reading pleasure. Especially for those lovely ladies who are interested in the possibilities of being a “Hotwife”.
So ladies, consider this as my gift to you. Gentlemen, I just hope that you enjoy your time reading it. And yes, though the story is fiction; the emotions are true.
So, let me get started. I have been married for 11 years and as any usual couple, we’ve had our good and bad times in our relationship. But what I am happy about is that we’ve grown up to a level where if given a choice, we both are sure that we both would choose each other once again.
And yes, today we (me and the love of my life, my wife Ajitha) are coming back from my parents’ place after dropping my son there. He loves to spend the summer holidays there, as he gets to enjoy with his cousins. So he’ll be there only for at least a month. And we’ll get some naughty times for ourselves.
It was around 5.30 in the evening. We were in our car. It was raining mildly outside. Then I looked at Ajitha, she looked at me and smiled. The same coy naughty smile I had seen a zillion times. God! Her smile can still kill me.
It is bliss to watch my wife in this mood. I played along and teased her.
Me: What? So, already moist down there?
Ajitha: Well, maybe, seems that’s making someone jealous or hard down there?
And gave me a naughty smile again. She was a pro at this kinky tit for tat words game which turned me on so much. If it was in our bedroom, I would have pounced on her right then.
Man, look at her. She’s my queen. Well, I am 5’4” and she’s just about 5’3”. Both of us were in pretty good shape. She usually wore churidars, or sometimes skirts and rarely saree. I’d say, I love to see her most in skirts, knee-length ones.
She looks so cute and sexy at the same time. In saree, well I take back my earlier statement. Actually, in a saree, she looks so elegant and I love her most in a saree. Well, forget what I feel because I love my wife madly, whatever way, she’s dressed or not dressed.
But the point is, she’s dressed in a saree today. A typical Kerala-style set saree and blouse. She looked so lovely. And I knew beneath it she was having a sexy pair of lacy lingerie. Because we shopped it together and I helped her wear it that day. And I also helped her adjust her saree pleats. She loves it when I help her get ready. She loves to be my girl.
As I was driving, she leaned on to me and kissed my cheeks and said –
Ajitha: I love you for this. I love you for everything.
And this time when I looked at her, she wasn’t having that naughty look in her eyes. It was just love and well, let’s just say, it can just melt me. I pulled over to the side. Then I held her hand and said –
Me: I love you too.
And we kissed. We kissed for over a couple of minutes and broke away. And I just looked at her in awe. Then she retorted –
Ajitha: What! As if we’re doing it the first time.
And we both laughed. Then she asked me –
Ajitha: Now can we move on? I had told him that I’d be there by 6.00 pm.
Me: Sure my love, I know he must’ve reached by 5 pm itself.
And we both laughed. Then her phone rang and she picked it up and answered. This was how it went.
Ajitha (on phone): Yes, on the way, will be there by 6-6:10 max (some giggles). Hmm..me too. Well, you’ll soon find out. You have 2 days and 3 nights. So, now stop complaining (again that naughty giggle).
Then I looked at her. My wife was blushing and glowing in her sexual excitement. I love to watch that glow on her face.
Me (on phone): Yes me too, ok-ok. Will be there soon.
I looked at her again when the call was over. Then she turned to me blushing.
Ajitha: Hey no, don’t look at me now. Look straight and drive (she hit me on my shoulder).
But I looked at her again and again in between. I love to see her blushing. She then put on her fake anger face and looked out of the side glass and sat there saying –
Ajitha: I am not looking at you.
I smiled and kept driving. I love her playfulness. We reached the hotel a few minutes past 6 pm. Then we parked the car in the basement and came to the lobby and went to the lift.
Me: Which floor?
Ajitha: 7th.
I pressed the button. Though we’ve done this before more than a few times, I felt a pinch of jealousy maybe when I looked at her once again. Maybe she knew it too. Then she hugged me and said –
Ajitha: I love you.
And she remained so till the lift door opened on the 7th floor.
Me: I love you too, no matter what..
She kissed me on my cheek once again. We were on the 7th-floor corridor. His room was at the end. The lake-facing one. Then holding my hand, she turned to me and said –
Ajitha: I’ll go now.
I nodded. I knew, though this wasn’t the first time, she didn’t want me to be there when she was gonna meet him. Maybe she’d feel freer if I will not be around them. Or maybe she feared that she might be so excited to see him, or that maybe their highly excited reactions to each other might hurt me or something.
I was not sure. But she was okay with me around when he was leaving. But not when my wife was meeting him and while I was standing near the lift, looking at her starting to walk towards the room. She turned around with that naughty smile and asked me –
Ajitha: Wanna know the reason, that why he choose exactly these days for the meet?
I asked: What? Why?
Ajitha: You know I’ve just had my periods. And it’s my safe days, so.
And she looked at me with that naughty smile. I was damn hard and I asked –
Me: So, no condoms?
Ajitha (giggled): Hmm, no condoms. He wants to cum inside me bare. And I am going to feel his fluids fill me up.
The way she said it, I knew how wet down there she was for him. I was damn hard. Then I said –
Me: Oh, wow! But?
And she patted my bulge over my pants and said –
Ajitha: I know you’re happy about it too. Keep it all ready for me. Don’t worry, I’ll be safe, I will call you.
She kissed me on my cheek, turned around, and walked toward the room. I watched her press the bell. She didn’t look in my direction. The door must have opened. She stood there for a while. She was laughing playfully as I watched from the distance.
Then a hand came out and pulled her in. That was her lover. Not the only other man, she has had. But he was the only one regular, not so frequent, but kind of regular, once in 3 or 4 months or so.
I had to wait 3 more nights to get her back and hold my wife in my arms. I knew she’d tell me the details, probably most of them. It doesn’t matter much, as long as she comes to me and cuddles up to me and I can hold her in my arm. And then we make love and then fuck each others’ brains out.
But, man, the 3 nights ahead are gonna be torture. I love her so much.
More in the coming parts.
So, ladies and gentlemen, that was the prologue to a series. Hopefully, I’ll have more stories in this series. Some prequels and sequels may be.
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