The Unexpected Visitor - How I Cheated On My Husband

The phone call changed my life.

It was late in the night. I was about to go to sleep. Who could it be ringing at
this time. I knew Guru was in the plane right now flying abroad for a
conference.
“Hello”
“This is Kumar. Sorry to trouble you at this time of the night Bani” I was only
talking to him the day before. He rang to say that he was in town. He used to
live here many years ago, but went away for quite some time. I heard that he
was divorced from his then wife.
“That is okay. What can I do for you?”
“Yesterday you mentioned about dropping in for a cup of tea any time. I was
wondering whether tomorrow afternoon would be okay by you.”
I was free any how. “Of course, that will be great. We have lots of news to
catch up with.” I didn’t give another thought to that and soon went off to
sleep.
I had a very busy morning at my medical clinic and totally forgot about the
phone call. I went and did some shopping and when I drove to our house I
saw him waiting outside.
Oh Shit. “I am sorry I clean forgot” I apologised and let him into the house
after quickly parking the car.
He looked great for some one in his med fifties. We were all of the same age.
Looking at Guru, you would say he was at least ten years older. Kumar looked
trim and still had all his dark black hair. I did mention to him. “You look great”
He looked me over. I was embarrassed by the way his eyed dwindled on my
boobs a second or two longer than it should have. “You don’t look bad either”
he remarked. He was always a tease and has tendency to flirt.
I had to confess that I always enjoyed flirting with him too. It never went too
far. He always made it a point to remark about my boobs. You can’t blame
him. I do have quite noticeable boobs. Even with age, it still was quite well
formed and maintained its contour.
We sat and talked over a few cups of tea and it was very enjoyable as we had
lots in common – books, movies, travel and about each others family. He
suddenly asked, “Does Guru still goes off to sleep half way through having
sex?” It was a standard joke among friends about his tendency to go off to
sleep while talking. I laughed and said, “It is not a problem any more. He
goes off to sleep even before we start.” We both laughed. “How about you?
Didn’t you want to get married again or find another woman?”
“No. I had enough of women after being married to Mary for so long” His
wife was an Anglo-Indian. Quite a pretty woman but they were always
fighting with each other as far back as I could remember.
Suddenly we both realised it was getting quite late. “I am so sorry for having
taken your time’ he apologised. I said “Please don’t. It was really great fun
talking with you. Why not stay for dinner; I will make some thing quick and
easy.” I didn’t have to try hard to convince him to stay. Probably he was
lonely too and he enjoyed the company. “Sure, if it is not too much of a
bother.”
He followed me to the kitchen. I had some left over meat and vegetables
dishes in the fridge. I added a few ingredients and started to make all into
one curry dish.
I was busy with my cooking. Kumar was standing behind me sipping a glass
of wine and I suddenly felt his breath on the back of the neck. I was shocked
at the same time was excited. What was he up to? I didn’t want to turn my
head and continued with my work. I felt his nose touching the back if my
neck and it tickled me.
“Please don’t Kumar. I am bit ticklish”
I should not have said that because he continued to do it. I giggled and tried
to pull my neck away from him. Next thing I felt his arms around my waist
pushing his body against my back.
“We shouldn’t be doing it Kumar” I objected, But my voice was feeble and
was not very convincing.
“Of course we should. You know how much we both want it” I couldn’t have
put it any better way. I can’t remember when was the last time Guru has
showed any kind of romantic affection. Probably never. That is the way he
was made. To be honest, I was the same too. When I was young, I had lots
of romantic fantasies. But, after marriage, the work, children and every thing
else took priorities and it was put in the back burner. Suddenly, I felt all the
penned up emotions were swelling up from within me.
He started to kiss the back of my neck. Goose pimples spread all over me. I
slightly turned my head towards him and smiled. He smiled and his hands
moved to cup my boobs. I was still in work clothes. I usually wear shalwar
kammez. It was quite tight fitting. The shawl has already fallen to the ground.
He gently squeezed them. It felt heavenly. I placed my hands on top of his.
He thought I was going to pull his hands away. But I just kept them in top of
his and gently pushed them against my boobs.
He was waiting for that cue. He started to unbutton the kameez and turned
me towards him. I put my arms around his neck and he bent down and
started to kiss me on my lips. It was nothing like anything I have ever
experienced in my life. I kissed him back and our lips were hungrily clinging to
each others. Our mouths were open and our tongues were probing each
others. All the buttons were off and he gently pulled it up and slipped it off
my shoulders and head. It also fell to the ground.
“Wow. You do have a lovely pair of boobs!” he exclaimed. I blushed as his
eyes feasted on them. He grabbed them over the black laced bra I was
wearing. His hands were rough as he squeezed them. It did hurt a bit but it
was quite pleasant. I closed my eyes and enjoyed the lovely feeling. After a
few squeezes, I felt his hands going around my back and unhooking my bra
straps. My boobs came free from its restrains. He quickly pulled the bra off
my shoulders and it joined the rest of my clothes on the floor.
It felt so odd standing half naked in the kitchen. “Mmmm they look so
inviting” he said as he held my naked boobs in his hands. My mind kept telling
me that I should stop but my body wanted him very badly.
“Let us go to the bed room” he said. It was more of a command rather than a
request. I was not sure whether to do as he asked or to stay put. He gently
pushed me towards the guest room which was adjacent to the kitchen. He
knew the lay about of the house. When we entered the room, he pushed me
on to the bed and climbed over me. I was a bit surprised at his roughness,
but was as excited as he was. His hands were squeezing my boobs vigorously;
it hurt quite a bit but the enjoyment was more than the pain. Guru was
always timid when he fondled me and it has never made me feel the way I
was experiencing right then. It was very different when you are under the
control of a man who knew what he wanted.
He stroked my nipples with his fingers. Now and then he pinched them. I was
not sure whether he was doing it purposely to make me know that he was in
control or it was all part of the sex act. I said ‘ouch’ a couple of times. He
chided me, “Don’t be a sissy”. Soon his mouth replaced his fingers and he
started to suck on one of the nipples while still stroking the other one. It was
heavenly. He was like a hungry baby suckling on its mother’s breasts. It must
have been a long time since he has been with a woman.
A warm feeling started to spread through my body. It is a long time since I
have felt that way. My body shuddered as he went from one boob to the
other. In his eagerness to suck, some times he even bit on my nipples. I
accepted the fact there is going to be some pain along with the pleasure. I
felt my undies getting wet and the beginning of an orgasm. I stared to moan
and my body swayed up and down rubbing against his body which was
pressed against mine.
He sensed I was ready. He got up and quickly pulled my Shalwar down and
removed it. I had black laced panties which matched the bard I had before.
He admired it for a moment before pulling it down. I was not sure what to
expect next, but was disappointed that he did not tarry much on my pussy,
but was busy taking off his clothes. I was keen to look at his naked body. I
sort of had a mental picture how he would be without any clothes, but in
reality he surpassed all my expectations. He was quite tall, really trim and well
built. Nothing much as fat any where on his body. Just the opposite of Guru
who was short, stumpy and to be honest, fat.
He didn’t waste any time. He climbed into the bed between my parted legs
and I was able to see his penis in its full glory. It was really thick and quite
long. I have never been with any men other than Guru sexually. But, as a
doctor, I have examined many men and his one was defiantly much bigger in
girth and length than Guru’s and one of the largest I have ever seen. Of
course it was erect and as I watched, it was growing in size. I was not
expecting when he suddenly shoved his cock into my vagina. Even though I
was excited by all the foreplay, I was not wet enough to accommodate his
cock and it hit me like a lightening when an excruciating pain pierced through
my pelvis. I screamed out of pain. He must have mistaken it for delight as
increased the pace and kept on moving it in and out in deeper thrust. I
thought I was going to die. I have never felt this kind of pain with Guru.
I have to confess that I usually apply Vaseline before we have sex. But I was
not in our bed room and there was nothing in the guest room. Further more,
things happened very fast that I couldn’t get my self prepared for it. Gradually
the pain started to fade away and a strange sensation of pleasure started to
spread all over the body. The more he moved in and out of me greater the
pleasure was and my vaginal secretins were starting to flow and lubricated his
cock. I started to groan. I don’t think I ever do make any noises during sex as
far as I could recollect. I had no control on what I was saying. “Don’t stop…..
Keep going….” It may sound strange but I was getting a real orgasm. First
time in my life.
I know all about orgasm – all from my reading books and journals. As a family
doctor, I have patients who come to me, mostly females, and from upper and
middle class social strata. They like to ask advice from their doctors on every
thing from menstrual problems to pain during sex. But for me, at personal
level, orgasm was an overrated phenomenon. That is what I though until
now. I knew exactly what my patiens have been telling me about ‘earth
shattering experience’.
Involuntarily my pelvis was moving to keep pace with his movement. Now
Kumar started moaning too. “You are a great fuck Bani. Your pussy is bloody
tight like a virgin”. I was shocked and taken aback by his language. I m nor
used to such expressions. He was not a bad fuck either, I thought to myself
and smiled. “I love it Kumar”. He had his eyes closed. He must be getting
closer and I also was reaching the climax. My whole body was tingling as if
there was electric current passing through me. I thought I was going to
explode when he shouted “Oh Fuck” and shot his cum into my vagina.
I could feel the copious amount of it spurting out of his cock and filling my
hole. The cavity was not big enough to hold the lot and I felt it seeping out on
to my thighs. It was warm and sticky. He collapsed on top of me and I held
him tightly against my body. It felt good, his heavy body lying on top of me.
Usually, Gura rolls over once he comes and next minute he goes off to sleep.
Kumar stayed inside me for a long time. His cock was still firm, and was still
filling my hole. After a minute or two, I felt a short shudder in my body and
my vagina started to contract on his cock as if I was having another orgasm.
It was only short lived but it was as pleasant as the big one. I never have
experienced it before, but have read about it – what some call as ‘after
shock’.
I must have felt 4 or 5 of such after shocks. Even Kumar was surprised when
it happened. “What the heck it is?” he asked. I told him what it was and
asked him to stay in for a little longer. He loved that idea. In the mean time,
he started to play with my boobs again. He sucked, pinched and squeezed –
not in a particular order. He was a bit more rough that before. But I didn’t
want to complain as I was also enjoying the after shocks at that time. After
what appeared to be eternity, he rolled off me my side. We held on to each
other. It was a very blissful feeling. We kissed and cuddled for a short time.
Both of us suddenly realise that we were hungry.
“What is for dinner?” he demanded part jokingly. I got up and said “Men.
Never happy with any thing”. I was looking for my clothes. ‘Don’t worry about
the clothes. I want you to walk around naked” he said. ‘Come on Kumar. I
can’t do that, especially if I have to warm the food in the cook top”.
Reluctantly he said, “Okay just put on my shirt. Nothing else”. He was quite
adamant about it. I was not going to have another argument. Further more it
was sort of exciting to move around half naked some thing which I have
never dreamt of doing before in my life time. I better get used to it. His shirt
was on the floor. I took it and slipped it on. It was a strange feeling wearing a
man’s shirt and I could smell his body odour on it.
As I was preparing the food, my mind started to wander. I had the feeling
that this relationship was not a one night stand. I had a monotonous life so
far and I should probably make the best use of what has been presented to
me. I also realised that it means I have to put up with his manners and whims
and fancies. It took a long time for me to get used to Guru and his ways. It is
going to be a steep learning curve with Kumar. I can’t imagine him being
patient, from what I have seen so far. There could be a degree of violence
too. Oh dear. What am I getting my self into? But, to my disbelief, my mind
said that it was okay; I could handle it. Now I understood how women put up
with violent partners.
We had dinner. He was almost baked as he was only wearing his undies. I
was no better as his shirt was too small for my body and my boobs were
straining to burst out of it. He though ti was funny. After dinner he wanted to
have another round of sex. None of the excuses I gave made him change his
mind. At one stage I thought he was going to strike me on my face for
arguing with him. I finally gave in. Surprisingly instead of hating it, in fact I
enjoyed it even though I was doing it undress protest. He was a different
person. Very gentle and slow with lots of kissing and cuddling and I felt as if I
was with a different person. I preferred the later one, but I did like the rough
and masculine one too!

The Unexpected Visitor - Becomes The Defacto Husband

I woke up in the morning. I was not sure where I was and then realised that I
was not in our bedroom. I looked at my self. I was naked! I never sleep
without any clothes. I was in the guest bedroom and next to me was a naked
man. It all came back to me. Kumar. I could smell sex. Very strong odour.
The combined smell of cum and vaginal secretions. I felt my thighs were
sticking to each other. When I looked down, I could see dried white gluey
stuff tracking down from my vagina down the legs. I smiled. It all came back
to me, gradually.
Kumar was fast asleep. He looked so peaceful and almost angelic. But he was
more of a devil the way he behaved last night. I have never been with any
man other than Guru in my life. Even though my experience was painful, it
was very exciting and enjoyable. Do all men behave normally like Kumar? Or
was it Guru who was different?
I looked at the alarm clock. Shit! I have overslept. I have to be at work in 30
minutes. When I tried to get up from the bed, I realised how painful my groin
was. I never had so much pounding in my life before. My hips hurt a lot to
move around.
I struggled to climb upstairs to our bed room and quickly got ready. I
scrubbed my body thoroughly in the shower to make sure there was no give
away smell on me. Applied more perfume than I usually do. When I peeped
into the guest room, Kumar was still asleep. I left a note for him and also left
the spare keys for the house.
Had a busy day at work and didn’t get the time to think much about the
previous night. I did try and ring home but no one answered. Kumar must
have gone back to wherever he was staying.
When I drove back home I was shocked to see our front yard. We have quite
a large one and it has not been kept tidy for quite some time as our gardener
has not been around. In the morning when I left home, I didn’t fail to notice
that the grass was up to knee height and full of weeds and the garden was
over grown like a forest. I couldn’t believe the transformation. It looked as if
some genie has blinked and made the yard perfect! The lawn was mowed
immaculately and the shrubs were neatly pruned.
There was more surprise when I opened the door. The house looked very
clean and there was a very pleasant aroma of food coming from the dining
room! I couldn’t help following the smell and on the dinner table was a spread
of dishes. Even in my wildest dreams, I never would have ever prepared any
thing half as good as this. Kumar was in the kitchen, washing up, in the sink.
I went and put my arms around him and kissed him on the back of his
shoulders. “Thank you very much sweet heart. What a surprise it is”. He was
bare chested. I ran my hands over his well formed pectorals. Mmm. They
were fabulous. For some one of his age it was unbelievable. I took hold of his
nipples. Held them between my thumb and index fingers and gently caressed
them. He must have liked it. He let me do it for a moment or two before he
turned around.
He put his arms around and held me tight. I placed my head against his
chest. It felt so comfortable. I looked up and he bent down and kissed me.
We passionately kissed each other. When we stopped for a breath, he gently
pulled my face towards his nipples. “Why don’t you suck it for me" he said. I
have never done that before, but the thought of trying it exited me. I took
one nipple in my mouth and first licked it and then started to suck on it. I
could feel it getting stiffer under my tongue and slightly grew in size. I know
for a fact that men enjoy their nipples being sucked as they also have
sensitive nerves in them. But as a rule they don’t like to own it up.
Kumar moaned with pleasure when I went from one nipple to the other. He
held me with one arm and with the other he took hold of one of my boobs
and started to squeeze it. From all the heavy handling from the previous
night, even the not so rough squeezing hurt me. I tried to gently push his
hand away but he was persistent. I let him fondle without make in an issue if
it. He was quite excited by the sucking; he said “Hey let us have a quick
fuck”. I was not expecting it. Further more I was famished.
“Oh please sweet heart, Do you mind if we eat first, I am starving and would
love to enjoy the dinner your have prepared.” He was not happy at first but
hesitantly agreed. The food was great. I told him so. “This has to be one of
the best dinners I have ever tasted." He was very pleased with the
compliments. I continued,” Oh I only wish you were my husband. How nice
to come home from work and have some one who could cook a meal as well
as do all the house hold chores.” I wish I didn’t say that. What followed took
me by surprise. “I was thinking in the same line” he said, “while Guru is away
I could stay here and practically be your husband for the duration.”
I was too shocked to say any thing. “I don’t know….” I was not sure what to
say. “Don’t you like what I have done for you?” he was a bit annoyed I was
not overenthusiastic to his suggestion. “Of course I do love what you have
done. It is more than Guru has ever done his whole life… but I was not sure
how I could explain it to him, you staying for 2 weeks?” “Is there any need for
him to know?” he asked. That is true. But I was quite apprehensive about it.
What if some one happens to notice Kumar’s presence at the home and
mention it to Guru?
He got up from the table. “Let us not worry about it now. Let us go and fuck
and celebrate out newly married status” The way he put it across made a
strange feeling go through my body. A mixture of excitement at the same
time quite a bit of trepidation. He came around and stood behind me. His
hands grabbed my boobs. Men and their pathological attraction for breasts - it
must be some thing to do with their longings to their mothers! I looked up
and smiled at him. It is going to be the most interesting 2 weeks of my life.
I thought he was going to take me to the guest room where he slept last
night but he started climbing the stairs leading to the master bed room. “Now
that I am your husband, I will be sleeping in the main bed room.” Sharing our
bed with Kumar made me feel a bit uncomfortable, but I didn’t have much
choice. When I entered the bed room I realised that Kumar has already
moved his meagre things in! I quickly went and brushed my teeth. I knew
what was going to happen. After the painful experience the previous night, I
wanted to take the precautions. I had some lubricant in the bathroom; I
quickly applied a finger full of the soothing ointment inside my vagina. I felt
like a newly married woman on her honeymoon night!
When I came back to the bedroom, he was lying in bed stark naked. It was a
shock to see some one other than Guru lying in our bed, further more with no
clothes on. I don’t think I have ever seen Guru naked. I couldn’t help noticing
how well built he was, tall and lean. And his prick – standing up like a pole.
Wow. There is no comparison with Guru whose cock at the best would not be
half as long or thick as Kumar’s was.
I was quite excited by now. I started to take my clothes off one piece at a
time. Usually I turn away from Guru when I undress, but today I was in a
mischievous mood and decided to give him the full view of my stripping.
“Hurry up. I have been waiting the whole bloody day to fuck you” he almost
barked. I was not going let his behaviour upset me. I was learning pretty fast.
He was by nature a very rude and crude man. So be it. I can handle it. I just
smiled. “Hey if you waited that long you could wait for a few more minutes”. I
could barely hear him mumble ‘Bitch”. I was in my bra and panties. “Stop it”
he said, “come closer.” I walked toward him. “Sit next to me.” I was not sure
what he was after. I hesitantly sat by the side of the bed. He took one of my
hands and put it on his cock.
I looked at his face and gently moved it up and down. I could feel it growing
in size with each move. I could see that it was obviously pleasing him. It was
fascinating. It may be hard for any one to believe that I have never done this
to Guru before. The cock was very warm and was pulsating. It was a nice
feeling. I can understand why men like masturbating. He leaned forward and
grabbed my boobs on top of my bra. He gently squeezed them. “I love your
boobs very much”. “I know” I smiled. "Let me tit fuck you”. I have never
heard that expression before. I looked at him quizzically.
"You have never done that before have you?” he asked. “There are lots of
things I haven't done" I replied.
He got up form the bed. “I will teach you every thing I know and more.” He
laughed, made me lie on the bed and climbed over me. He was in a hurry; he
quickly unhooked my bra, removed it in one move and threw it on the floor
exposing my naked boobs. He moved until his cock was against my chest. I
realised what he was about to do. He put his cock in the valley between my
enormous boobs, held them together to make a passage for his cock and
started to move it up and down. It was intriguing to watch the cock moving; I
have to confess that it was quite exciting and gave me a pleasant tingly
feeling. I didn’t fail to notice that each move it was getting closer to my face.
I could smell the precum each time when the tip of his cock got closer to me.
This was some thing I was dreading. One of the things ‘I have never done’.
Guru has tried to coax me to suck his cock many times specially during the
early day of our married life. I had this phobia about it and thus never agreed
to do it. Possibly because of having to examine many dirty and smelly penises
of patients, during my college days.
I felt his cock tip against my lips. “Open your mouth and give it a good suck”
he said. There was no ‘please’ or ‘do you mind’. It was more of an order than
a request. For a moment I thought of refusing. Suddenly, to my surprise, my
head wanted to oblige. I was caught up in the excitement of this new found
adventure. I opened my mouth not knowing what was in store for me. He
pushed his cock inside my mouth. I realised that if I do not control it, I am
going to choke or gag on it. Reflexly I took hold of the bottom of the shaft
with my hand. Holding it quite firmly, I allowed his cock to enter my mouth up
to the top of my hand. It was not bad as the tip did not go beyond the back
of my tongue. It was like having half a banana in your mouth. I gently sucked
it. I could taste the precum which was salty and sticky. Not bad.
He started to move his cock in and out of my mouth. It felt nice – warm and
pulsating and I could fell it growing is size by the minute. I was so glad that I
was holding on to the base, as I would not have handled the whole length of
it if it was shoved inside my mouth. He started to moan; I could feel more
precum seeping out. His cock moved like a piston in and out of my mouth,
increasing in speed. I was dreading the next stage – his cum spurting into my
mouth. But again, to my surprise, I was quite cool about it and in fact was
anticipating the new experience. With a loud cry he came. I felt loads and
loads of cum gushing into my mouth. The taste was not unpalatable; the only
thing I found hard to take was the amount. I decided to swallow it as quickly
as it flowed. I knew from my readings that the cum was harmless to ingest. I
managed to swallow every bit of it. In the past, I have imagined how horrible
the experience would be; but it was a pleasant surprise that it was not as bad
as I thought it would be. In fact, I decided that I would not mind doing it
again.
Kumar was ecstatic. He knew that I have not done this before and must have
felt as a conquest. I didn’t mind that. I was beginning to have an attachment
to him which was hard to explain. I was definitely not in love, but it was
purely a physical thing and I had this urge to please him, what ever it takes. I
couldn’t believe that I was feeling that way. He stayed inside my mouth for
quite some time until he started to loose the errection. He slid down the bed
and hugged me. I was quite excited by then and expected that he will
continue to make love to me. I wanted very badly for him to grab my boobs
and squeeze and suck them and fuck me like mad.
But to my surprise, he gave me a quick kiss rolled over and went to sleep. I
was very disappointed. In fact was bloody angry. Bastard. He has his thrill
and what about me? But I decided that I will take as it comes. Poor chap. He
has worked hard all during the day. I should understand. I spooned him and
put my arm around him. My hand gently took hold of his limp cock. It was a
different kind of feeling holding to a cock which was not threatening. I went
off to sleep still holding his cock. The ‘honeymoon’ night was not that
spectacular, but I was sure it is going to be a very exciting period of couple of
weeks of ‘marriage’, during which time I am going to get more than enough
fucking to last my life time!