I hope you read part 1. If not, please do read it for some context.
In Part 1, I shared the first two and most exciting days of my marriage. On day 3, I received an interview call from a huge org in Mumbai. I was stressed about my interviews and got into preparation. I was going over some paperwork at 7pm. Shweta returned from her work, went straight into the shower, and came out in her nightgown. She stood behind me and gave me a hug. I turned around, she was not wearing a bra, moved my hand around, and noticed that she was not wearing a panty either. I got up and pulled her on the bed. I was lifting her gown, and Shweta asked me to finish my interview prep first. By now, her nightgown was already pulled up to her waist and I could see her pussy. I pulled my pants down, and started kissing her legs, slowly moving up. I then lifted her gown all the way up to look at her boobs. I moved up and started kissing her nipples, tummy, and neck. I lined up my dick to fuck her and just then I could not control it, I ejaculated. I could see a slight disappointment on Shweta's face.
I came up with an excuse, "It's probably because I am stressed for the interview."
Shweta said, "No problem. Let us eat dinner first."
During the dinner, Shweta shared about her friend at school. Shweta worked as a professor at a high school. Her friend's name was Dipti and she was married to Sanjeev. They were from Bihar. Shweta asked if we could meet them over the weekend.
I said, "Of course, that would be great."
Then on Sunday afternoon, Dipti and Sanjeev came over to our apartment. They both were a couple years older than Shweta and I. Dipti was tiny, 5', underweight, no figure, and had a pretty flat body. Definitely not my type. Sanjeev was a couple inches shorter than me, but he seemed toned and muscular. Shweta was wearing a tight Indian dress (salwar kurta). I noticed that Sanjeev was ogling her quite a bit. Shweta looked even more voluptuous compared to Dipti. It was a short visit and after they left, I said to Shweta "Sanjeev seemed to be a bit lost because of how beautiful you looked."
She hit my arm and said, "I don't think so, they are a cute couple."
A week had passed since our wedding, I was busy with interviews, Shweta's work had also picked up pace, so she came home way too tired. In the past 7 days, Shweta had an orgasm 2 or 3 times. I must have cummed 10 to 12 times. Since our second day, I was not able to control my premature ejaculation. I would cum within 5 minutes of us feeling each other or seeing her naked or rubbing my dick on her pussy or touching her pussy with my hands or sucking her boobs or kissing her back or just taking her clothes off. I was disappointed in myself. More importantly, I was worried about what Shweta was thinking of me.. I repeatedly apologized to Shweta for not being able to satisfy her. She was always kind in her responses and told me that I was probably stressed because of the job interviews.
A month had gone past, and we had been seeing Dipti and Sanjeev very regularly. Sometimes twice a week. They were renting a nicer apartment, it was bigger, had a terrace, and a view. Dipti shared that the rent is way too high, but Sanjeev has a certain lifestyle that he wants to maintain. That was the first time I heard Shweta's compliment Sanjeev by saying, "He has a great taste."
Finally the good news arrived - I got the job in Mumbai, but that also meant that I had to travel on weekdays. Shweta suggested that if I want to focus on my work and career, it's better that I rent a small apartment in Mumbai and visit her on weekends. That will help me to save travel time and also focus on my work. I agreed. I visited Shweta on Friday nights. By the time I reached home on Fridays, it would be midnight, so I went straight to bed without waking her up. Shweta had to work on Saturdays, she left early on Saturdays and came home in the evenings. That gave us only Saturday night and Sunday. I tried the various options to perform better in sex. I tried to not masturbate for the whole week, but I ejaculated faster than ever. I tried masturbating every day, it helped, but I would cum as soon as I penetrated Shweta, one inch in, and my penis would bail on me. I tried fingering Shweta, but didn't help much. She would enjoy it af first and then complained that it was hurting.
While I was away, Dipti and Sanjeev were good company to my wife. I appreciated them being around. Then one day, Sanjeev came to the apartment. i was away. Shweta had just returned from the school, had changed into her nightgown, and was surprised to see Sanjeev visiting alone. She invited him in and offered him tea. Sanjeev said yes to it. While walking to the kitchen, Shweta tripped on something, she kept her balance, but her toe was hurt. She was in a lot of pain. Sanjeev made her sit and got some ice for her toe. Shweta was sitting on a chair, and Sanjeev was sitting on the floor, he had spread both his legs and had kept Shweta's foot in between his legs while rubbing ice on her toe. Shweta's gown was lifted to her knee and he was holding her ankle with one hand. Sanjeev had a strong urge to move her hand up to her calves, but he didn't. Although touching Shweta's skin was getting to him. After about 20 mins, Shweta told him that it's not hurting as much anymore. While Sanjeev started getting up, Shweta noticed his hard on. She could see the outline and it seemed to be barely containing inside his tight underwear, it also seemed thicker than the incompetent one she had been dealing with. Sanjeev tried to hide it, but the only way to hide his erection was to turn around, and he could not just turn his back on Shweta. Shweta was lost for a few seconds and when she looked up, her eyes met Sanjeev's. Sanjeev stepped forward and bent down to kiss my wife on her lips. My wife didn't do anything to stop him. Shweta's hands automatically went to touch Sanjeev's hair and her lips moved too. The kiss lasted barely 20 seconds, and then my wife came to her senses. She pushed Sanjeev and asked him to leave.
Sanjeev: "But Shweta, this is why I came alone today. I wanted to tell you that I am falling in love with you."
Shweta: "Please leave."
Sanjeev: "Shweta, I am sorry for the kiss, but please hear me out. I am telling the truth."
Shweta: "Please, I am begging you to leave."
Sanjeev: "Ok ok, I am leaving."
Sanjeev left and Shweta started crying. She was alone. Her body was trembling. She felt awful, but she was not sure if it was because she was feeling sorry for me or for Sanjeev. Then she realized that she wanted Sanjeev' to be around. She opened the door and walked fast to the parking, but Sanjeev had just left. She also didn't have his cell and she didnt want to ask me or Dipti. It was only Tuesday. She would not see me until Friday night. On Friday morning I called and told Shweta that I will have to stay for work and I won't be able to see her on the weekend. She was disappointed but she supported me. Right after talking to me, she received a call from Dipti. Dipti was crying on the phone.
Shweta: "Dipti, what happened? Are you ok?"
Dipti (crying) "Sanjeev has moved out"
Shweta: "What? why? when?"
Dipti: "Today, but I have no idea what changed. He had been cold for the past couple months. I knew something was wrong, but had no idea that he would ask me for a divorce."
Shweta: "Divorce?"
Dipti: "Yes, he offered me to take every penny he has, but he wants a Divorce."
Shweta: "let me talk to him."
Dipti: "please, yes, please help"
Shweta: "But I don't have his phone number"
Shwet's body started tingling after she asked Dipti for Sanjeev's phone number.
Dipti: "I will forward it to you right now. But please help."
Shweta: "I will try"
Shweta hung up the phone. She received Dipti's text, and started dialing Sanjeev's cell. Sanjeev answered the call. But Shweta froze after hearing his voice. She disconnected the call. She could feel a wave of excitement running through her body. She knew why. She decided to sit down and put her hands on her forehead. What is going on with me? Then she remembered Dipti, she asked herself, could she be the reason why Sanjeev is leaving Dipti? Then her phone rang. It was Sanjeev.
Sanjeev: "Hi, I received a call from this number. Who is this?"
Shweta: "Hi Sanjeev, it's me, Shweta"
silence for few seconds
Sanjeev: "Hi Shweta, do you need anything?"
Shweta: "No, I was calling for Deepti. She..."
Sanjeev: "I am sorry Shweta. You should not be pulled into this."
Shweta: "But why, why are you guys splitting up?"
Sanjeev: "I can only love one person in this life."
Shweta: "Sanjeev, what are you saying?"
Sanjeev: "You do not have to worry about this Shweta. I will not bother you."
Shweta: "But, what happens to Dipti?"
Sanjeev: "She will find her way. It is hard, but it is way harder for me."
Shweta: "I am not feeling good about myself, knowing that I am the reason for your unhappiness."
Sanjeev: "It's the other way around. I am finally happy because I know what I want."
With that Sanjeev disconnected the call.
Shweta was lost. She loved her husband, and it is bizarre that a family friend is divorcing his wife because of her. She knew that her own husband would not go to such extents for her.
A month had passed. Dipti left the school and returned to her maternal home. I visited on weekends, I still had the same sex drive, I had figured out a way to finger Shweta and make her cum every now and then, but it was not consistent. Then one day, Shweta and I ran into Sanjeev. I invited Sanjeev home. Shweta stayed quiet, but kept staring at Sanjeev to look into his eye and communicate that she feels his pain. I insisted Sanjeev to come home on Sunday, but then I had to leave on Saturday night. Of course I forgot to reschedule Sanjeev and he arrived on Sunday. Shweta opened the door and was surprised to see Sanjeev. Sanjeev avoided eye contact. He inquired about me, and said bye to Shweta as soon as he learned that I was not at home.
Shweta: "Hey, would you like to have a cup of tea?"
Sanjeev paused, looked at Shweta, and said, "Sure."
