What Is It Really Like To Be The Bull In India 8211 Part 1
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I always hated attending to mid-morning phone calls. The shrill noise of the phone ring would wake me up from my well-deserved slumber after working the night shift as the regional manager of a call center in Mumbai. Usually, my wife Shalini would attend to all the phone calls in the morning before leaving for work as most of the calls would be for her anyway.
I seldom got calls from my colleagues at this hour because they would be at home sleeping as well; but I could never trust my bank or my club to leave me undisturbed during my sleep. Then there were also those annoying calls from other offices of my company informing me about yet another business trip that I would be forced to go on.
Shalini, or Shalu as I lovingly called her, worked at a prestigious art gallery in the city and she was in charge of setting up events for the gallery. She was a very energetic, outgoing and hardworking woman and was well-known among the artists in Mumbai for arranging some of the best art shows and exhibitions.
Many Page 3 celebrities also turned up for her events as she ensured good press coverage for those events. Her organizational abilities extended to our home as well, as she took care of our 18 year-old daughter Salomi, who was pursuing a Bachelor’s degree in one of the posh colleges of the city.
Being in a profession that required a lot of interaction with the glitterati, Shalu had taken care to maintain herself physically. Her curvy figure did not reveal her true age to be 38 years old at all. Her 38D breasts had always captured the attention of males everywhere and she was aware of it. She flaunted it at the several parties that she dragged me to where
I had sometimes witnessed some of the guys staring her boobs and attempting to rub themselves against her while dancing at the parties. But I never really minded these incidents as I was ultimately the guy who took her home at the end of the party and screwed her silly.
Shalu was also very active in bed and never shied from taking the initiative whenever she wanted her sexual itch to be scratched by me. She knew how to use her pussy, mouth and hands very well to bring a guy to orgasm. Her reputation as a sex bomb had stuck with her since our days in college. I knew that she had slept with many guys before she met me and I truly did not care about it.
I had a few sexual trysts myself before I met her and we had made a pact to never ever discuss our past sexual conquests though we both knew about a few of them. I got up all groggy as the phones continued to ring, thinking that Shalini and Salomi must have already left. I picked up the receiver and before I could say hello, I heard the faint click of the other phone in the living room being picked up and heard Shalini saying hello. Glad that I could get back to my beauty sleep,
I was just about to put down the receiver, when I was jolted to a state of full attention as I listened to a male voice replying to Shalini with a “Hello sexy”. Now, it was common among people in the high society to refer to each other jokingly as “dear”, babe”, “darling” , but “sexy” had not featured on that list too often. Also, the way and the tone in which those words were said made me decide to listen in on the conversation.
Why are you calling here? Why couldn’t you call me on my cell phone?“Relax baby, I lost my phone yesterday and I lost your mobile number along with it. I called your office today morning from my new phone and they could only provide me with your landline number. Besides, doesn’t your husband sleep like a log in the mornings? Of course he does, but this is too risky.”
“With all the things that we have done, I think risk should have become routine for you by now.”“Stop it, baby”, I heard my wife say playfully, “Tell me why you are calling me right now. I’ll be at the office within an hour and then we will be spending the whole day together anyway, na?” I tried to tell myself that I was probably misreading the conversation and that there was nothing to worry about, but in my heart
I knew that everything was wrong and that I was probably listening to the final stages of my 18 year-marriage. However, I could not figure out who she was talking to as I had met all of Shalu’s male colleagues and the voice on the phone did not seem to belong to any of them. I wanted you to wear the red lingerie set that I bought for you the other day”, the voice continued. Why? I was thinking of wearing it on the day of the exhibition, so that I can reward you when we squeeze in some time for certain other activities on that day.”
I’ll do the squeezing today itself. I want to see you wearing the red lingerie today, okay?” I could feel my rage rising within me as I heard my wife giggling like a schoolgirl on that comment. Placing the receiver quietly back into position, I returned to the bed and pretended to be asleep although I was feeling very angry.
I had always loved Shalini and had always remained faithful to her although I had my fair share of chances to cheat on her too. But apparently, she had no regard for me or for the 18 years that we spent together as husband and wife. According to the conversation that I just heard, she had cheated on me several times with another guy and she was going to do so again today.
It surprised me how I could lose all the love and respect for my wife in just a matter of minutes. I felt betrayed to my core and was determined to get away from the lying, cheating bitch. I was not going to let her fool me anymore. But in order to teach her a real lesson, I knew that I needed to get solid proof of her infidelity.
However, I was also determined to ruin the date that she was going to have later today. If she did not want me anymore, then what could annoy her more than giving her a good morning-fuck before leaving for her date?
I lay quietly for some more time before I heard Shalini entering the bedroom. She opened the cupboard and took something that was hidden behind the mountain of folded sarees that I had bought for her, and went into the attached bathroom. No doubt it was the lingerie set that she had carried with her and she was wearing it in the bathroom right now.
She came out of the bathroom and checked herself in the mirror a couple of times before she turned and saw me staring at her.
“When did you wake up?”
“Just now. I was awoken by the sound of the bathroom door, I guess.”
“Oh, so sorry honey. Why don’t you go back to sleep? I’m going to leave for work now anyway.”
“You look good dear. Special day?”
“No, just a day like every other. See you in the evening, Mr. Amitav Rai.”
“Come here for a moment.”
“Why?”
“Just come here I need to see something.”
She rushed to the bed as if she was in a hurry to just leave the house. As she sat down on the bed, I pulled her towards me and held her tight in my arms. The overpowering sensual aroma of her expensive attar filled my nostrils and gave me an instant erection. Stop! What are you doing?”, she said laughing as she tried to wriggle out of my hold, “I had a bath already and I am getting late for work. Your work can wait. Right now you need to help me get rid of this erection.”
I rolled on the bed so that she was now beneath me and used my weight to pin her down in that position. My erection was now poking through my pajamas and I buried my face in her soft, smooth neck and began to shower it with licks and sloppy kisses. Stop it Amit! I have to go to the office. You’ll ruin my dress!” Her tone has shifted from a playful one to a very angry one as she tried harder to push me off her.
But I let my anger take control of the sexual play as I tightened my grip on her hands and pinned them forcefully above her head. I used my left hand to pull down the pallu of her saree and expose her blouse, while rubbing my pajama-covered penis on her bare tummy. I could see the faint red color of the bra underneath the blouse and it increased my rage-filled desire to ravish her fiercely.
Amit, please leave me Amit….Please…I have to go to the office…Please Amit,” Shalu began to plead. I could see tears forming in her eyes. For a moment, I wondered if she really did feel as used and violated as I did or if she was just scared that I would question her about the new bra and panties when I saw them. I decided to go ahead and put two of my fingers into the cleavage of her blouse and ripped them off her body. I was acting like an animal and I could see the slight fear in her eyes, but I swear that I could also see lust in them. The rough sex was actually turning her on.
Shalu started sobbing lightly and winced in pain while I put my mouth on the bra-covered boobs and bit hard on them. I need them roughly and ran my hand over her sexy waist as well. By now Shalu had given up the struggle to free herself and had started becoming responsive to my movements. I let go of her hands but she did not move them. I licked her soft lips and she opened her mouth to invite my tongue inside. Our saliva mixed in her mouth as I continued to move my hands roughly over her whole body.
Shalu put her hands on my head and started to kiss me back fiercely as well. But I was in no mood to make things mellow. I slipped my tongue out of her mouth and bit her lower lip hard until blood started to ooze from it. She cried in pain and tried to release herself but the extra weight as well as the beer belly that I had gained over the years kept her in place. I held her hands tightly once again and yanked on her bra to tear it away from her, causing the elastic to cut into her shoulder.
The undergarment came off after a few hard pulls revealing the soft flesh of her breasts and the brown nipples that were hard with desire. Shalu started to struggle harder to free herself. She was able to free her right hand from my grasp and she started to hit me with it. I rolled her over on the bed once again so that she was now on top of me and grasped both her hands and held it in a tight grip behind her. I could feel the softness of her breasts pressed against my hairy chest and the friction from her hard nipples rubbing against me as she struggled to be free maddened me with lust even more.
I pulled on her saree with anger and raised it above her hips. My fingers were quickly hooked into her new panties and I found that the crotch area to be particularly wet. I pulled them and tore them to pieces as well. Shalu suddenly became very angry and spit on my face. This multiplied my rage as I pulled on her hair, causing her head to be pulled backwards, exposing her neck. I bit her neck a couple of times, making sure that they left a clear mark which would last for days. Shalu cried in pain during every bite, but her pain excited me even more.
Our bodies had begun to sweat profusely as we fought with each other on the bed. My cock was straining in my pants the whole time and I felt that it was now time to use it on my wife. I slipped out from under Shalu, forcing her to lie face down on the bed with her hands behind her back. As I got up and put my legs on either side her thighs, positioning my cock to punish her cheating cunt, Shalu suddenly stopped struggling. She relaxed her body and turned her head halfway to look into my eyes.
Panting heavily, I stared into those eyes and the pure sexual look that was reflected in them. I released her hands once again and this time, she immediately used them to hold on to the edge of the bed while spreading her legs slightly. For a moment, I felt a rush of love for this gorgeous woman that lay with her legs splayed in front of me. Her voluptuous ass that I had licked and kissed so many times, the troughs in the small of her back, her injured shoulders, they all brought back memories of previous erotic lovemaking.
I could see that her left cheek was slightly glazed with tears and I suddenly felt a need to console her. I moved her long silky hair to one side of her head, exposing the back of her neck and I placed a light kiss over there. But then I remembered that she had cheated on me and broken my heart. I thought of the times when I stayed back in the office and worked really hard just so that I could buy her the new diamond set that she had casually mentioned to me during dinner. I thought of her lying in the same position under a different man, waiting for his cock to penetrate her and fill her with cum.
All at once, the anger rushed back to me once again as I threw myself on top of her and stabbed her cunt with my penis in one swift stroke. It disappeared in her slick cunt that was oozing with her juices. The searing hot inner flesh of her pussy wrapped my hard cock but I pulled out entirely and rammed my penis inside her once again, eliciting loud moans from her. My hands went under her to cup both of her large breasts and crush them mercilessly.
“Aah…aaahh…aahh…don’t stop baby…aahhhhh…Amit,” she moaned louder than before but they could not cover up the sound of my balls slapping mercilessly against the globes of her ass as I pounded her cunt with a newly discovered ferocity. The bed was shaking and creaking vigorously and the smell of sex had filled the entire room. Sweat was dripping off my forehead and nose onto my wife’s back as my fingers dug into the cozy flesh of her boobs.
I could feels my balls becoming heavy with semen and I increased the frequency of the thrusts as I curved my back so that could I pound her harder. Her cunt started to convulse as the muscles of her pussy milked my penis, coaxing it to cum quickly. Suddenly, Shalu’s moans reached a crescendo and she just kept her mouth open as I felt her body shudder under me. Her cum was flooding my cock in her pussy and she put her hands on mine and crushed her boobs even harder than I was crushing them.
I did not slow down and kept up my tempo and soon, with a deep grunt, I pushed hard into her a few times, releasing my thick cum into her cunt. I kept thrusting slowly into her till the last drops of semen were drained from my balls and we both lay in that position for some time, completely exhausted. It was only after a few minutes that I realized that Shalu was quietly sobbing under me. I got off her and lay on my back on the bed, without any regret of what I had done, I was still mad at her for cheating on me and I was glad that I had hopefully screwed up her entire day.
Shalu got up and pick up the torn bra and panties and went to the bathroom, with her saree all wrinkled and spoiled. When she came out a few minutes later, I could see the immense amount of anger on her face, but she would not look directly at me. She wore a pair of jeans and a shirt and she quietly left the house. I was not feeling sleepy anymore so I decided to take a bath, eat something and get around to finding out who my wife was sleeping with. An hour later, I was in front of the computer, looking for reputed detective agencies in the city.
Hello readers, this is my first attempt at penning an erotic short story. I have written this one as the first chapter of a whole series that I have planned. Please do give me your feedback on the story as I shall make sure that your appreciation and criticisms are reflected in the forthcoming chapters.
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