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The Adveturous Wife (Fiction Story)

7:21 am Saturday, 10th September, 2016

Disclaimer: The following story is purely fiction and bears no resemblance to any person or place in real life. The story is meant for adult entertainment only and is to be read only by mature readers above 25 years of age who can discern sexual fantasy from reality. If your sensibilities are easily offended or if you do not appreciate the sexploitation genre, please DO NOT read any further. Incidents narrated in the story are not condoned or supported in any way by the author and are results of a hyperactive uncontrolled imagination. Any attempt to replicate any instance of this literary fiction in real life may be a criminal offense and punishable by law of your land. READ AHEAD AT YOUR OWN PERIL and DO NOT hold the author responsible for your perverted thoughts or behaviour in real life.

Chapter 1 – Men at Work

Payal had married early, at a tender age of 18, to her long time classmate from her home town. Now after 10 years together, and a son who had just started school, she had more time to herself. Living in a posh locality, she had all that she could have dreamed off. Her husband, Kalpesh, was doing well in the company he had joined and provided her with everything she wanted. Kalpesh too, had nothing to complain about, as Payal had grown even more desirable after becoming a mother. Her body had filled out, with lovely curves and firm womanly assets. Like any other couple, they often engaged in passionate sex and spiced up their life with fantasy talk. But since both of them had been only with each other, their bedside talk would occasionally flirt with ideas of being with other people and culminate in passionate lovemaking.
It was just after her 29th birthday, that a series of incidents happened, that would change their lives forever.
After seeing off Munna, as she would affectionately call her son, to the school bus, Payal noticed the construction work that had begun at the opposite side of the road. Kalpesh had mentioned that a new building was coming up in the locality, as the colony was still relatively new with a number of vacant plots filled with foliage. Having nothing better to do, she sipped her morning tea in the balcony, watching the labourers ambling in for their day's work. There was a group of 6-8 men camping at the corner closest to her house and she looked on absentmindedly as they stripped off their day clothes into their shorts and vests to start their work. One of the senior aged men looked up in her direction and so she quietly moved in to start her own household chores.
After finishing the cleaning and cooking, Payal took her customary bubble bath and slipped into a skirt and blouse. Just out of curiosity she looked out of the window to see the men busy at work, their sweating bodies glistening in the sun. Except for that elderly guy, the others were all occupied, while he kept lazing about till he spied the Supervisor approaching. He would then jump up and join in the group to pretend he too was busy. Payal found his antics funny, considering that he was pretty senior in age. From where she stood, he looked at least 50 or 60 years old with a typical pot belly and dark skin of a south Indian. However, he had broad shoulders and some kind of animalistic swagger that made him the unsaid leader of his group.
Later in the day Payal observed the men leaving the site to relieve themselves on the compound wall of her house. At first she was infuriated by their obvious lack of social awareness and hygiene. She felt like calling out to rebuke them, but decided not to risk it as she was alone at home. She watched in distaste as one positioned himself below her window, laughing and chatting as if it was the most the most normal thing to do. She watched him whip out his manhood and she quickly looked away, for she was not used to such open displays of male functions. She had not even seen Kalpesh urinating in their long relationship together, let alone any other man. But after the first few occasions where her morals dominated, she found herself sneaking a glance or two at the different shows of male genitalia from her vantage point. For some strange reason she found herself transfixed at the sight which awoke a primal lust in her. Maybe she was just being inquisitive and felt secure in her anonymity behind the curtains. She found herself specifically interested in the old guy and his black knob as he flicked around lazily after relieving himself, almost as if he knew he was being watched.
The workers took regular breaks every few hours, till they wound up around 3 p.m. Payal still had an hour to kill before Munna, followed by Kalpesh, would get home. She was a little surprised that she had spent most of the day observing the labourers but dismissed it as a novelty to her boring day.
The next day, Payal again found herself spending time watching the labourers at work and surprisingly, the occasional display of the random manhood. This time the old man came to relieve himself thrice in the morning and each time he took longer than the previous to shake himself dry. Payal fidgeted behind the curtains feeling her ears burn red at the sight of him toying with his member. Suddenly he looked up at the window and she froze, her heart in her mouth. He continued fondling himself as he watched the curtain movement, a smug look on his face. Payal quickly moved away, not sure if he had noticed her or not. She cursed for putting herself in such a situation and went back to her house work. When Kalpesh returned that evening she wondered if she should tell him about what happened then decided it probably was a non issue.
On the third morning, Payal forced herself not to engage in any more voyeurism. She had her morning tea in the kitchen and ignored the occasional hustle outside her compound wall. A few hours later she heard the doorbell ring. Payal had just finished the housework and was not expecting any visitors. She was still in her nightie so she hurriedly put on her robe and opened the door. It was the old labourer. Up close she could see his white stubble and greying hair. A little confused she stared at him blankly, till the realisation struck, sending her pulse racing. Was his being here have anything to do with the previous day? "Could I have some water" he said in Hindi, not addressing her as 'memsaab' or madam. "Of course", she whispered and then cleared her throat, not sure of what else to say. He stood at the doorway looking intently into the house, while she went back to fetch him a glass. She was sure he was watching the sway of her hips and chided herself for not shutting the door behind her.
She returned and handed him a steel glass she had in spare. While he sipped from it she felt him study her, shifting his gaze all over. She looked away in embarrassment as she found him ogling blatantly at her bosom. He had no shame whatsoever! Subconsciously she folded her arms and started playing with her hair, trying to cover herself. His gaze then ran down her hips to her bare calves and she saw him lick his lips. Payal had never experienced this kind of brazen attitude by a man before. She was from a cultured background where people treated her with respect. While she felt like slamming the door on his face, some unknown part of her felt differently and she curbed her instinct to succumb to her curiosity.
He smiled at her and she noticed his yellowing teeth, as she smiled back. He said he was from the nearby construction site and had come here as the hand pump there was not working. She nodded her head understandingly and replied that she had seen him working at the site for the past few days. He looked at her in surprise and Payal felt her face go red. She wanted to kick herself right there for the admission as it gave her voyeurism away. He grinned and said that he had also noticed her looking at him a couple of times. Fortunately, he didn’t mention anything more but when he handed her the glass, he had a twinkle in his eye. Payal breathed a sigh of relief as he left and she shut the door behind her. Her knees were trembling and she had butterflies in her stomach. He was just a foot taller than her but he somehow seemed imposing and dangerous like a wild animal and to make matters worse, he knew her voyeuristic secret too.
Payal told Kalpesh about the incident that evening, leaving out the details. He expressed concern and asked if she felt threatened. Payal thought about it for a bit and then said no. She admitted that she had been watching the workers for a few days. It may be because he had seen her watching them, that he had got bold enough to come to the house. Kalpesh looked at her in surprise and then wondered why she was paying them any attention. He suddenly remembered a fantasy that they had enacted some months ago, about her being taken advantage of by a milkman. It had truly disgusted her or so she had maintained, but the sex that they had afterwards was pretty good. When he had tried the same type of fantasy on a few more occasions, she had not said no and each time had had the same steamy results. Could that be playing in her head? He wondered. They made love that night, and to his delight he found she needed very little foreplay before he entered her.
The next day Payal pointed out the visitor among the labourers as the couple stood in the driveway. Kalpesh turned around to see the dark unattractive man with his sizeable paunch. The labourer kept looking at them unabashedly as he scratched his hairy chest and Kalpesh quickly turned away. He was a little disturbed at the audacity of the man and asked Payal to be careful and call him if anything untoward happened. Payal waved him off for office and then put Munna in the school bus. Absent-mindedly she glanced in the direction of the construction site as she turned back to walk in. To her consternation, she saw the pudgy man still staring in her direction. She felt small goose bumps on her skin as she hastily entered the safety of her house. For her normal boring life, this was totally unexpected. She decided to have her cup of tea in the kitchen instead of the balcony.
Kalpesh had a busy day and had almost forgotten about the incident till he was almost home. He waited for her to say something, but she didn't bring up the topic. Kalpesh assumed nothing more happened and felt strangely disappointed. It was only when they got into bed later that night that she broached the subject.
"He came again", she said, waiting for her husband to react.
"Oh. Did he cause any trouble?", he asked, showing his concern.
"No, no... nothing like that" She said quickly. “It was completely unexpected and... well things happened which ... I didn’t expect..” she mumbled, not sure what to say.
Kalpesh's imagination started working in overdrive, and he coaxed her on, using his words to soothe her. Seeing his genuine concern, Payal took a deep breath and decided to tell her husband everything.
He came for water again, but this time with a younger guy. He said his name was Khalid and the other was his nephew Bila. I was having tea so I asked them if they wanted any, since it was already ready.
Payal noted Kalpesh’s odd look and quickly defended herself, saying that the tea was going to be thrown out anyway, so why waste it. Kalpesh smiled at her, and asked her to continue as he had no problem with whatever happened.
"Are you sure, you want to hear?" She asked hesitatingly and on seeing his comforting look, continued. Okay I will tell you, but you must promise not to get angry. He nodded, wondering if his fantasy would be coming true.
We spoke for sometime, while we had tea. Khalid, it seems, has three wives and was quite proud of it. He said the first was already 50 while the other two were in their 40's and 30's. Bila was his nephew from his second wife's side. When he said he was planning a fourth wife soon, I expressed shock and he started laughing, saying he was still young at heart and in the body, especially where it mattered. With that he winked at me making sure I understood what he was saying. I noticed that throughout the conversation, Bila was very quiet and seemingly shy. He must have been in his late teens or early twenties and probably was not used to talking to high society women in their home, especially one in her nightie.
"You were only in your nightie?" Kalpesh asked gently, trying to imagine the scene.
No, no... I was wearing the housecoat but still, I was leaning on the door, so the coat was parted a bit.
"That must have given them a good leg show then", grinned Kalpesh.
Payal nodded, relieved that her husband was not taking it wrongly. You know that nightie na, it comes only to my knees. I didn't realise how much I was showing till I saw Bila actually staring.
"Then what happened", Kalpesh asked a little impatiently. "Did they try anything?"
Wait let me tell the story, Payal said. When I saw what they were looking at, I quickly turned to go inside. But Khalid had other ideas. He told Bila to wait outside while he helped me take the cups back to the kitchen. I tried to say it was not required, but he was adamant and literally turned me with a hand on my waist. I walked in, my heart beating rapidly, surprised at his unexpected touch. He was just behind me with the cups he was carrying, occasionally brushing me from behind.
"Behind where", Kalpesh interrupted, "don't miss out the details darling".
You know where, on my bottom, said Payal making a face as she watched her husbands face light up with the thought. I tried to walk faster but he just moved even faster. While I kept my cup on the sink, he came up behind me and kept the cups on the table by stretching around me. He was so close that I could feel his body heat. I tried moving away , but ended up backing into him. I felt him grind into me, taking advantage of the situation.
"He was pushing his cock into you?" asked Kalpesh incredulously. "How was it, big?"
Payal grew confident now seeing her husbands reaction. Kalpesh was as horny as she thought he would be and she felt her guilt evaporate as she continued her kinky narration with vigour.
It felt large, but it wasn't hard at first, said Payal. He had his hands on my shoulders as he ground in for a few minutes. I tried to resist, but he had a good grip with his big hands and then I felt it start to grow against my bottom as he rubbed it against me. You know I have felt only yours, so I was curious, though it felt so wrong. So I let him grind into me for some time, it was kind of pointing straight up and between my buttocks. But then he lowered his hand onto my breast, which was when I said enough was enough and broke away. I gave him a dirty stare and scolded him for what he did. He just smiled, then apologised and left.
"Did you enjoy it," Kalpesh asked foolishly.
"I guess so, just like you are enjoying it now", answered Payal, playfully pulling at his erection in his pyjamas.
They made hot love that night, both being extremely turned on. He couldn't remember when she was so ready as she was now, as he ploughed into her wet pussy. Within a short time they orgasmed in unison and lay wrapped in each others arms through the night.
(to be continued...)



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