Wife Cheats on Drunken Husband Ch. 01

The wind. It lifted up my skirt raising it enough to put my legs on display to the rest of the world. I squealed under my breath and tried to push it into obedience and cover my legs. After a bit of fumbling, I managed somehow to tame the offending dress. When I had put on the skirt and top at my husband's behest, I had not accounted for the fact that there would not be anything holding it down in case of a slightly strong wind.

This was the first time I was wearing a skirt. In all my 24 years, I had always worn a salwar kameez. The wind had rarely bothered me then. But here I was, newly married and in a skirt that refused to do its job properly - to cover me up.

The skirt had been a present from my husband. He had wanted a modern wife, but family traditions and an age-old promise ensured that he and I were married to each other. While he was a well-qualified engineer working in an MNC, I had only studied till 10th. It's not as if I was a poor student, I liked to study, but in a culture where women's education is frowned upon, I became one of the victims of not letting the girl child study to her heart's content. I loved studying and used to score high in my exams. But well... further education as not for me.

But that is not to say I wasn't a lady. Before my marriage, my husband had put in one simple condition: that I go to a finishing school and learn all that they teach me.

So, here I was, a village girl, dressed in a skirt and a top and a pair of flats for my feet; I had refused to wear high heels as I kept losing my balance and falling down, something that I had never been able to manage even during the finishing school.

My first outing in a skirt was to a party thrown by my husband's office.

Handing me the dress and asking me to wear it in the evening, my husband had told me that I would have to shave my legs all the way up to my groin and also my pubes. I had never shaved my legs ever, though I had often looked at the television and wondered how women got such hairless legs.

"Shave my legs? I've never shaved my legs. You will need to teach me," I told him.

That afternoon, Vic came home early and having stripped me naked, he had proceeded to shave my legs, first trim and then shave my pubes as well. Once done, he took photos of my legs and my now hairless vagina and showed me what it looked like. I found my own vagina fascinating. It had two meaty flaps flanking the sides of a straight gash that divided my groin. Turning me around and making me bend this way and that, he took photos of my ass and showed me my own curves.

Hairless, I felt naked and cold. And I told him that. He just laughed and told me to apply some lotion on it. But after he had had his fill of me. Right there in the bathroom, he made me bend over the bidet and proceeded to fuck my bald pussy. This position was new; till date we had only had sex on the bed. Now, here he was pounding away behind me. A few minutes later, he was done and having spent himself inside me, he popped out and spanking me on the butt told me to take a bath and get ready.

As I bathed, I felt my now bare legs and marvelled at the smoothness of my skin. My vagina was a different thing altogether. I felt its curves, pulled the labia to see how much they would stretch and proceeded to insert a finger in as deep as I could. I was amazed at its depth.

I got so lost discovering my nether parts that I lost all track of time. It was only after Vic knocked on the door and asked me to hurry up that I ended my bath and wrapping a towel around myself, stepped out.

Vic had very sweetly laid out my clothes on the bed.

Still wrapped in my towel, I applied my makeup and then, with Vic watching, I dropped the towel and began putting on my clothes.

Vic marvelled at my body and decided he wanted another go at my pussy. This time, he made me get on all fours on the bed and after teasing my pussy with his tongue and making me wet, he penetrated me and fucked me as if it was the last time he was going to fuck me. He took his time cumming, making sure in the meanwhile that I came thrice from his pounding. After about 10 minutes of pounding my pussy, he came deep inside me.

"You've cum twice inside me. What if I get pregnant?"

"You won't, not today. Start taking pills," he said as he pulled out.

I stayed on my hands and knees, enjoying the ghostly feeling of his penis inside me.

"Get dressed, we have to go," he said, picking up my panties and walking away with them.

"Where are you going with those?"

"You don't need to wear them. Just wear the skirt and the rest, and we'll get going," he said as he pulled up his trousers.

"But I need the panties," I protested.

"No, I am telling you not to wear them."

That was that. No panties.

There I was at the party, dressed in a skirt and a top feeling super conscious of the nakedness of my nether parts under the skirt. Thankfully, it was dark outside, but the venue of the party was well-lit.

Vic introduced me to some of his colleagues.

The atmosphere inside was stuffy, so I asked Vic if I could go out in the garden and enjoy some fresh air. He just nodded and I made my way out to the garden.

It was there that the wind decided to play with my skirt.

As I brought it under control, I looked around hoping no one had seen me.

But there he was, staring straight at me and grinning his heart out.

I blushed. That was all I could do. I did not know what was going on in the man's head and what he thought of me.

I think he sensed my discomfort and came up to me and introduced himself. His name was Mohan. Though he and Vic were not in the same department, they knew each other well enough, he told me.

I just smiled at him. I was too embarrassed at what had happened and cursed the wind under my breath.

He heard me cursing the wind and laughed.

"There's no need to do that. A woman's body is perhaps one of God's most beautiful creations. You should wear shorter dresses and show off your shapely legs more often," Mohan said.

"No, I don't think I'll do that. What will my husband think?"

"Did you know your husband used to have a girlfriend who used to wear the shortest possible skirts?"

That opened my eyes and I made a mental note to ask Vic about her.

"What happened to her?"

"She left him."

"Why," I asked, wondering if our marriage had anything to do with his breakup.

"Because of me. She ended up sleeping with me to spite Vic after they had an argument, and well, she never went back to him. She left town afterwards."

"But why did she chose you to sleep with?"

"Uh... you really want to know?"

"Yes."

"I have a bigger dick than Vic."

Mohan's bluntness and the way he said it made my cheeks flush and I took a step away from him.

"Don't be afraid. I am not going to do anything to you."

"But why did you sleep with her?"

"Because I wanted to and honestly, the way she threw herself at me, I couldn't resist. She loved every minute of it."

Now, my mind had wandered off on its own tangent. Somewhere in the back of my head, I began wondering how big could Mohan's organ be? Vic was big, but if Mohan's was bigger, I wondered where he hid it.

As these thoughts went through my head, my gaze wandered to his crotch. Mohan, who saw where I was looking, laughed again.

"You really want to see it, don't you?"

"No... no... No, I don't," I stuttered.

Grabbing me by the arm, he took me to a corner and proceeded to unzip his trousers and pulled out his dick. He was right. It was bigger than Vic's. In fact, if anything, it was huge. I just gaped at the sight of that massive thing.

"You can touch it, you know. It won't bite."

I kept my hands to myself. I was not going to touch a stranger's dick.

Mohan just laughed and turned me around and began lifting my skirt from behind me.

I protested and tried to push him away.

"Don't worry, I am not going to fuck you. Just watch what I do."

Standing behind me, he stroked his cock a few times and when it was fully erect, he shoved it between my legs. As he did so, he raised my skirt from the front.

"Look down," he said.

As I looked down, I could see the head of his cock sticking out from between my legs. He was right, it was long enough. And then he began moving. I could feel his dick rubbing against the soft flesh of my thighs and the lips of my vagina.

He stroked his dick like that a couple of times and then pushed me away and turned me around so that I was facing him.

As I stood there in front of him, he raised my skirt from the front with his left hand and with his right hand, he began stroking his dick. He was masturbating in front of me.

I was frozen to the spot and couldn't help but wonder at the size of his manhood. I knew if I stayed any longer, I would end up desiring it.

But I couldn't move. It was almost as if I was rooted. He suddenly let go of my skirt and put his hands on my chest and felt my boobs. At about the same time, he came hard and fast and spewed his man juice all over my skirt. Luckily, I had a couple of tissues which I used to wipe it all away.

Smirking and knowing that he had put a dirty thought in my mind, Mohan walked away after stuffing his manhood inside his pants and zipping it up. I stood there for a couple of minutes and then moved back inside where I found Vic and told him in his ear that I wanted to go home and to be fucked.

Vic just looked at me and said that we would leave soon.

That soon ended up being about three hours later, by which time I was getting a little fidgety and Vic appeared slightly drunk. Mohan, standing across Vic, however, appeared to not have been affected by the liquor. I later learned that Mohan only drank one glass of beer that night.

By the time Vic was ready to leave, he was in no condition to drive, so we called an Uber and went home. Mohan, that slimy bastard, followed us home knowing that after what he had done, I would need someone strong and that Vic was in no shape to do anything in bed.

Back home, Vic, still in his formal clothes, lay down on the bed and passed out. As I stood by the bedside looking at him in dismay, the bell rang.

"Who could it be?" I wondered.

Opening the door, I was greeted by Mohan, who already had his dick out and fully erect and a smile plastered on his face.

"What are you doing here? And what is the meaning of this," I said pointing at his dick.

"Oh come on, I know you are horny and Vic is passed out. He does that at every party. Let's just fuck and then I'll leave and you can back to your loving husband," he said.

I looked down at his dick and wondered if I should. After all, Vic was asleep in the bedroom. The guest bedroom was empty, maybe a quick fuck and then I could get rid of Mohan. Deep inside, I really wanted to feel what a massive cock like that felt.

"Let me go tuck Vic in first," I said as I left the door open and walked in towards the bedroom. Mohan invited himself into the house.

I took off Vic's shoes, and tucked him into a blanket and made sure he was fast asleep before stepping out of the bedroom.

Mohan was sitting on the sofa in the drawing room and his dick was still erect and waving like a penant.

"Take off your skirt, I want to see clearly what you are hiding under that," he said as I walked up to him.

"I don't know if I should. It doesn't seem like a good idea," I said.

Without waiting or saying anything, Mohan reached out to me and holding my skirt, he gave it one yank and pulled it off my waist. That's the thing with soft skin. Clothes stay if left there, but if pulled hard, they slip right off.

My skirt was now piled around my ankles and I was trying to hide my groin with my hands.

Mohan just laughed and grabbing me by the waist, pulled me to him and shoved his face in my groin, right in front of my pussy and inhaled deeply.

"You smell nice," he said, then turned me around and squeezed my ass cheeks before spreading them apart and shoving his face back there and giving my nether hole a few licks. The simple sensation of a tongue on my asshole was intense. I threw back my head and moaned. He began rubbing my pussy with his hand and a minute later, pulled me down on his cock and inserted it in me.

I didn't know I was wet down there. I had hoped it wouldn't be the case, I would have liked to have been dry, to prevent him easy access. But my body betrayed me. Like a flower blooming, it opened up quickly and easily and let his manhood snake through my pussy lips and deep into me.

He was inside me, but not fully. There were still a few inches to go.

"Do you want me to go further in?"

I was in seventh heaven. The way his dick filled my pussy, it felt as if his dick was meant for my pussy, a perfect fit.

"Yes... Yes, go deeper."

Slowly, Mohan made me sit on him even further. I had leaned back and had put my hands on the sofa.

He was fully inside me now and I refused to move. I stayed put relishing the fullness of his cock inside my pussy.

That was when he began moving me up and down on his dick. I felt a warm sensation building up deep inside the walls of my vagina. I felt as if I was going to die of that sensation when it would reach a climax. But that bastard Mohan knew and just as I was about to reach the crescendo, he stopped and shoved me off him.

"Why? A few more strokes and I would have cum," I said, looking him straight in the eye.

"I'll make you cum, but not right now," he said.

He took off his clothes and brought his balls out. Just like his dick, his balls were also large. I wondered how much cum they would have inside them.

He told me to take off my top and show him my boobs. I obliged and within seconds of my top hitting the floor, he had his lips on my nipples.

Next, he made me bend over the sofa back and spread my ass cheeks.

"Now, you will cum," he said, as he entered me again.

He began stroking. Long and hard strokes and drove me insane as the first of my orgasms hit me. I shuddered and moaned loudly.

Mohan continued his to and fro motion and began slapping my ass with his right hand. His left hand never left my boobs. At one point, he caught hold of my hair and pulled it hard, bringing my head up as he continued pounding me from behind.

I had orgasmed five times and he didn't seem to be anywhere near cumming.

"No more, please, cum already," I panted between strokes.

"Is that what you want?"

"Yessss," I mewled.

He increased his tempo and in a minute, with a few strong strokes, strokes which made his belly slap against my soft asscheeks, he finally pushed deep into me and let loose his orgasm. He was cumming inside me.

My orgasm hit at the exact moment he began cumming,

A few minutes later, during which time, his dick had deposited its load deep inside me, he pulled out with a pop from my pussy.

I still lay draped on the sofa back like a piece of cloth.

Grinning, Mohan walked up to the fridge and brought out a beer from there and opening it, walked back to the sofa.

The bastard rubbed the chilled bottle of beer against my now pulsating pussy and ass cheeks and made me squeal.

"Now, you'll never enjoy your fucks with Vic anymore," he said.

The bastard was speaking the truth and I knew it and felt a little ashamed.

"Let me finish this beer and catch a breath, then I'll introduce you to something new."

"What?"

"I am going to fuck your asshole. Teri gaand marunga main," he said.