My wife’s phone beeped at 2 am. I wondered who texted her so late. The notification flashed, “Oh, Shriya Darling, can’t stop thinking about you. Be ready for a hard fuck tomorrow.” On reading it, I felt like confronting her right now, but she was in a deep sleep.<\/p>\n
I thought of blasting her the next day. I went back to bed but couldn’t sleep thinking of all the possibilities and who could be this guy. I decided to read all her chats. She had been sexting with this guy for a couple of months now.<\/p>\n
Either I was a fool for not sensing this for so long, or she was a great actor in bed. In bed, she used to show such passionate love that I could never imagine this. She was an excellent wife.<\/p>\n
The next day, I locked our room and confronted her.<\/p>\n
Me: Shriya, what the fuck is this (showing her the texts). You have been cheating on me for so many months, and I could not trust you.<\/p>\n
Shriya was shocked by my sudden attack but was caught red-handed, so there was no excuse.<\/p>\n
Shriya: Sanjay, I am extremely sorry for this. I never wanted to hurt you. My ex-boyfriend texted me one day, and I couldn’t resist. I loved him a lot.<\/p>\n
Her immediate acceptance made me speechless. I had lost my temper.<\/p> \n\n
Me: I didn’t expect this from you, Shriya. I felt disgusted by reading your texts. Looks like you enjoy being his sex-hungry slut?<\/p>\n
Shriya: Sanjay, this arranged marriage was always a forced agreement for me. I tried my best to fulfil all the duties of a wife. But I always loved him more than anyone else. And yes, I love being his slut rather than being your well-behaved wife.<\/p>\n
I was devastated by hearing this.<\/p>\n
Me: It’s over, Shriya. After knowing this, I can no longer accept you as my wife. You are free to leave and go to your boyfriend. Anyways he is dying to screw you today. I am sure he might be treating you like a whore, which you are.<\/p>\n
Saying this, I rushed to open the door. I saw my Mom standing in front of the door. She heard everything but didn’t utter a word.<\/p>\n
In the evening, I found a letter on the dressing table. Shriya’s mangalsutra was holding it from flying away.
\n“Dear Sanjay, I tried my best to be a good wife. But cannot give you the love you deserve. I think it would be better for both of us if I left this house forever and we moved on. Good Bye forever.”<\/p>\n
I had mixed feelings of anger and sadness. I decided to suppress my feelings and act normal in front of Mom. As you know, Indian Moms can sense the slightest discomfort in their child.<\/p>\n
Mom: Beta, What happened? You know you can share anything and everything with your Mom.<\/p>\n
After hesitating for a few minutes, I showed her the letter and gave her Shriya’s Mangalsutra. She hugged me tight by her chest. I started weeping heavily.<\/p>\n
Mom: Don’t worry, Beta. Everything will be fine. I am always there for you.<\/p>\n
My Mom is a fun-loving, open-minded woman who loves to live life to the fullest. After my dad divorced her, she maintained herself with daily yoga. At 45, she managed to slay with her 36-32-36 figure. Sometimes I used to get confused between my wife and Mom. Their numbers exactly matched.<\/p>\n
I am sure she might be giving a hard time for many men near her. I hope she is getting the fun she deserves. I masturbated thinking of banging her in my teenage, but later I gave up that idea.<\/p>\n
The next day, Mom tried all the ways to cheer me up, but nothing helped. Now she often came to my bedroom to check on me. One day there was a party at her office, and like all women, she was whining, “I have nothing to wear.” I ignored it initially, but looking at her helplessness, I suggested.<\/p>\n
Me: Why don’t you try something from Shriya’s wardrobe? Anyways they are getting wasted there.<\/p>\n
Mom: Are you sure?<\/p>\n
Me: Yes, Mom, saying this, I left the room.<\/p>\n
After half hour, Mom came wearing Shriya’s designer Black Shiny Saree with a Sleeveless, Deep Neck blouse which I had gifted her on our honeymoon. Black Saree complimented her fair skin. She wore a saree below her navel, revealing her flat tummy. She looked damn sexy, in fact, hotter than Shriya.<\/p>\n
Me: Mom, you look like a ticking bomb today. You are surely going to make men cum in their pants today.<\/p>\n
Mom: Shut up, Sanjay. I am your Mom. (slapped my shoulder playfully)<\/p>\n
After a long time, she saw the spark back on my face.<\/p>\n
Mom: Now, I know what makes you happy. I should wear Shriya’s clothes more often (she winked).<\/p>\n
Me: Yes, these clothes would be lucky to get the taste of your body. You look more sexy than Shriya.<\/p>\n
She slapped my butt and left for the party. I rushed to my bedroom, lowered my boxers, and masturbated, thinking of how I fucked Shriya on our honeymoon with that saree. After a while, I started thinking of Mom instead of Shriya. I exploded like never before. This ignited the lust in me for my Mom.<\/p>\n
I started hugging Mom whenever I got a chance, and I no more looked sad. Mom was happy to see that I was finally moving on. She started wearing Shriya’s clothes more often. One day I encouraged her to wear a short one-piece, but she could not zip it up, so she called me in.<\/p>\n
The red bra on her milky skin gave me an instant hard-on. I looked in the mirror. Her toned legs looked sexy, like a girl in her twenties. Any man would like to lick her toe to pussy. I hugged her from behind and started flirting with her.<\/p>\n
Me: You look super hot in this dress. Even your son would fall for you today. (I winked).<\/p>\n
She punched me playfully with her elbow, but I held her tight.<\/p>\n
Mom: I hope wearing her dresses fills in Shriya’s emptiness in your life.<\/p>\n
Me: Oh, Mom, who would miss a slutty wife when I have a sexy Mom to take care of me.<\/p>\n
Saying this, I kissed her neck. When my lips touched her neck, she started shivering. She could feel my rock-hard cock on her thumping tight ass. She was trying to get out of my hold, but her body was not cooperating.<\/p>\n
Mom: Stop it, Beta. I am your Mom. I can understand you have been hungry for a long time. We will find a new wife for you.<\/p>\n
Me: No, Mom, I don’t want to get hurt again. I want you. I know even you have been sex-starved for so many years. Let’s help each other. I started gyrating my cock over her ass and kissed her neck harder. She controlled herself, but she couldn’t stop moaning.<\/p>\n
Our bodies were burning with lust. I cupped her boobs and started pressing them softly. She held my hand to stop me, but her resistance was too weak to stop me. I lowered the left strap of her dress. I was amazed that she was wearing Shriya’s red lace bra, which I had gifted her on her birthday.<\/p>\n
I am sure she was wearing the matching red lace panty. It aroused sex-hungry me more. Her white boobs covered in a red bra looked so fucking delicious. I whispered, “Mom, I will fuck you hard tonight. You will forget all the cock you had before.”<\/p>\n
I turned her around in a flip, started kissing her neck, and went down to her cleavage. I was about the pull her left boob out of her red bra when Mom pulled me up by my hair and said.<\/p>\n
Mom: Sanju…Sanju…Please listen to me. We must stop her. Otherwise, we will regret this forever.<\/p>\n
Me: Mom, fucking you has been my dream since childhood. I would never regret a single moment of this.<\/p>\n
Mom: But Sanjay, I am not ready for this. I beg you. Please leave me.<\/p>\n
Hearing this, my grip loosened, and she pushed me away and ran towards her bedroom. I ran behind her, but she had locked herself. On hearing her crying, I felt guilty about it.<\/p>\n
The next day there was an awkward silence between us. This reminded me of the day Shriya left me. I was again in a sad mood. A couple of days passed, and Mom stopped wearing Shriya’s dresses. Mom could feel that I was back in my damaged state. Mom couldn’t see me like this.<\/p>\n
On the third day, after dinner, we both went to our bedrooms. After half hour, I heard a knock on my door. I was shocked. Mom was wearing Shriya’s wedding dress. She looked as if she was about to get married.<\/p>\n
Me: Mom…<\/p>\n
Mom: Stop. Don’t call me Mom.<\/p>\n
I was confused. She showed me the Mangalsutra which she was wearing. It was the same Mangalsutra that Shriya had left behind before leaving.
\nMom: Sanjay, I can\u2019t let my son fuck me, but if you want me, please accept me as your wife. Give me the husband’s love I have been craving for many years.<\/p>\n
Me: Mom…<\/p>\n
Mom stopped me by covering my mouth with her hand.<\/p>\n
Mom: Shhh…Call me, Savita.<\/p>\n
Me: Savita…Darling, I will be the luckiest to have you as my wife. I will give you all the love you deserve.<\/p>\n
Savita: I am ready now, Sanjay, to be all yours, whenever and wherever you want.<\/p>\n
To be continued…<\/p>\n
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