We are married for more than ten years. We are yet to be blessed with a child. I am Nidhi, a mixed North Indian offspring of a Punjabi father and a Kashmiri mother, I am now in my mid thirties. I have fair complexion, tall, slim and well developed boobs. My hubby Venky, a typical southee, would reach forty in another few months. He is tall and dusky.
Of late we found our sex life stagnating and dangerously monotonous. While Venky still gets excitement in fucking me, I get no such excitement even after Venky tries various unorthodox sex. To bring back my sexual interest he started showing me some hardcore porno videos that I loved to watch initially and felt some rejuvenation in my sexual urge. But it lasted for a very short period and I lost interest in watching these ugly porno films with no story and all about sucking and fucking. But I still enjoy some videos that have some story line, particularly when a wife cheats his husband. Maybe, watching such videos I developed a kind of inner urge to cheat my beloved hubby. But I have no courage in venturing into such unknown world of sexual fantasy.
One day we both were watching an erotic movie, not exactly a porno film, where after cheating her hubby once, the wife slowly became nymphomaniac in cheating her hubby again and again and invited many strangers, even her hubby's friends, to have sex with her. Her hubby used to make very frequent trips to other cities for his professional activities. She used to take advantage of his frequent absence and on his return she used to narrate her experiences to him who believed that his wife only fantasized and there was no truth in her stories. But once when he returned home shortening his tour, he found his wife was exuberantly enjoying vigorous pumping by one of their neighbors whom he knew as a very innocent decent gentleman. He realized that whatever he was used to believe as his wife's fantasy were all realities. He could not withstand his shock and committed suicide in some gruesome manner.
Frankly speaking both of us could not guess that the movie would end so gruesomely. In disbelief we kissed each other, maybe in a panic and I asked my hubby, "If you find your wife doing such cheating, what will you do my darling?" My hubby took a long breath and quipped, "I am not such a stupid to kill myself. Rather I will allow you more liberty." I was really taken aback listening his instant remark, though knowing his over possessiveness I knew, he was simply pretending. Actually he would kill me before any thing.
We fell in love when we were in Delhi and after a few years of courtship we got married, though there was bit hesitation from both families to accept our marriage. But soon my parents and Venky's parents reconciled and accepted our marriage. Venky being a software engineer got a good offer from a software company in New Jersey, USA. We shifted to New Jersey a year back. Having some experience in fashion designing back in India I got a part time job with an Indian fashion designer at New York. Most of my work I do in my house and visit their office once or twice a week. So I do stay in our luxurious apartment that we could not even imagine back home.
One day my hubby called me from his office that he was planning to buy an insurance policy that needed my signature. So one guy from the Insurance company would call on me with an insurance application form and would get my signatures under my hubby's signatures. Maybe, in some part he would take my signatures exclusively. There I must read the papers before signing. In other parts where he had signed I need not to go through before signing. I could sign blindly. I always found Venky to be very meticulous. This time also no exception.
Around noon the fellow banged our door bell and I opened the door with no hesitation. A well built well dressed black fellow smiled at me and politely explained his purpose of visit. Having the prior information I asked him to come inside. Generally in other days I used to wear only a dressing gown with no panties, no bra. I would feel very comfortable with no underwear. But since I knew a guy would come from an Insurance company, I put on my panties, bra, a navy blue baggy top and a light blue tight jeans.
"Hi I am Alex" he introduced himself very politely before sitting on the sofa. Then he took out some papers from his briefcase and told, "I guess, you know, you need to sign these papers wherever your husband had signed".
"Yes I know" I also sat on the sofa very close to him so that he could guide me signing the paper wherever needed. Immediately I felt, he had applied some extremely provocative perfume to attract female attention. Anyway I ignored it for Venky had in a few occasions told me that the black guys did apply this kind of perfume very often.
I started signing wherever he guided me to sign. I found, the forms are quite elaborate running into pages. Moreover he told that the forms need to be signed in duplicate. This means, I had to put more that fifty signatures.
"Mam, can I have some water please? I am feeling very thirsty" Alex looked at me intensely, "Isn't it very hot today, Mam?"
"Oh yes, it is pretty hot" I smiled at him, "I'll bring some water for you".
I brought a glass of water and he finished it in no time. Putting down the glass on the table he told, "Mam, shall I tell you something? Hope, you'll not mind."
"Why shall I!" I exclaimed.
"You look extremely pretty" he stammered a bit, then steadied his voice, "I saw a lot on Indian beauties. But never saw them in proximity. You are gorgeous."
"Thank you" I gave him a shy look and concentrated on my signing act.
"I guess, you didn't believe me" he held my hand and stopped me signing, "I am telling it from the core of my heart, Mam."
He brought his head very close to me. I could once again get the strong smell of his perfume. It was utterly sexy. The smell went up to my head. I asked myself, was the fellow flattering with me? If so, should I provoke him go further? Suddenly the gray cells of my brain started tormenting me. If he was provoked, would it lead to a fulfillment of my fantasy of cheating my hubby? Oh, no. What a nasty way of inciting my evil senses. How could I be so dirty? I tried to calm myself.
"Yes dear, I know, you are telling it from your heart" I blushed.
He was looking at me with his eyes sparkling. He might have noticed my blushing and my unmindful use of 'dear' to a stranger. I didn't know whether these were provocative enough. But what he did next, I felt he was provoked. He took my hand and kissed it. It was shocking to me, but electrifying as well. My entire body went into a spate of numbness. I jerked my head and recovered from my senses that went into a tailspin momentarily.
"Hello, where else I have to sign" I shrieked in a bid to recovery.
