Ali's Wife

Kali and Kimaya Gupta moved into the condo next door after Kali had taken a position at the university. Kali had doctorates in anthropology and archeology and had been brought aboard as a research fellow just as the university was about to embark on a series of remote projects. A slight, prematurely balding man with stern features and wire rimmed glasses, he was an odd contrast to his wife.

Kimaya was irresistibly cute. Dusky skinned, petite in all the right ways. Long black hair, pert figure. Perky tits just big enough to fill your hands. And an ass to absolutely die for. Late twenties by the looks and fashions. Kali was off to Mexico on a dig just days after they'd moved in.

I'd see Kimaya out by the condo's pool almost daily. She always wore a black one-piece suit. High hips and a plunging back and front. It flattered her figure, showing off her tits and an unmistakably generous cameltoe.

I write science fiction stories. I'd just had my third novel published and was about halfway into my fourth. Somehow, whenever Kimaya was poolside. I'd find myself irresistably wandering that way myself, eyes rivetted to her mahogany skin, and brightly painted nails. It didn't take much to strike up a conversation. Her English was quite good, though decidedly ethnic.

We talked about the usual stuff like the weather, where we'd lived before, and what schools we'd gone to. She was an easy conversationalist that way. Somehow, we'd developed the habit of looking for each other by the pool. It was always nice to see her spot me, breaking out in a conspiratorial grin.

Kali's family back home were wealthy, and her marriage had been arranged by their parents when she was just small a child. Not an unusual course of events for their culture, and something she'd squared with as traditional. Kali was somewhat over ten years her senior.

There was something about her that despite her attractiveness, bespoke a loneliness that was hard to miss. Something in her mannerisms, the way she'd reach out and pat the back of my hand when she'd say something she thought was witty or incisive. Once I was aware of it, it was hard to mistake and even harder to resist.

I'd just come in from a run, a habit that had been a holdover from my college basketball days, when she approached me.

"Carl, I was wondering if you like to have dinner with me tonight?" She said.

"What like go out someplace?" I asked.

"No. I'd like to cook you dinner, you've been so kind to me since we moved in." She offered.

"6:30 sound about right?" I said.

"Perfect." She replied.

When she'd opened the door I handed her a bottle of wine, and she invited me inside. She looked stunning. Dressed to the nines, her white silk blouse revealing the black lacy bra underneath, showing off her muffins. She had on a hip hugging black spandex skirt, the outlines of her thong unmistakably on display though the stretchy fabric. Bright red nail polish on her fingers and toes, perfectly matching her lipstick, and four inch open toed pink high heels that brought the top of her head almost to my shoulder.

"I didn't know this was a formal occasion." I chuckled.

"Oh, it is. Very special." She countered.

"Why so?" I asked.

"You'll see. Come on in." She answered turning to fetch a corkscrew from the kitchen.

Steak, fresh from the grill, garden salad, spicy couscous, and some home baked bread. It was simple, yet perfect.

"I'm not much of a drinker, Carl. Usually, just the one glass and I'm giddy." She said, taking a sip.

"So, you mentioned an occasion?" I commented.

"Yes, Carl. You know, it's funny. I've only ever been with Kali. In eight, almost nine years of marriage, I've been the epitome of a good Indian wife. In all these years of marriage, each time I've brought up the subject of starting a family, Kali has always brushed it aside." She said taking another sip.

"Kali's a lucky man. I'm sure when he feels the time is right..." I responded.

"You'd think that, right? But he's forgetful sometimes. Like sometimes when he's off on a dig, he forgets he's married. No fewer than four times have I found charges on our credit card account. Charges to various clinics and doctors. Charges paying for abortions. Just like this month. He seems to forget that I pay the bills. That I see what he does." She said, taking another swig.

"How long has he been cheating on you that you've known about." I asked.

"Pretty much our entire marriage. And I've just kept my mouth shut about it." Kimaya said. "It's what I was raised to do."

"So why are you telling me about it now?" I asked.

"Because all that is about to change." She said.

"You're filing for divorce?" I asked.

"No. At least not yet. But I am going to do something." She was smiling now, finishing off her wine.

"What's that?" I wondered.

"I'm going to have sex with you, Carl." She stated. "Repeatedly, if it goes well."

"You sure you've thought this through?" I gasped.

"Oh, please Carl, tell me you haven't thought about it. I've noticed you looking at me." She said, shifting provocatively in her chair.

"Yeah, but thinking about it and actually doing it are two completely different things." I pointed out.

"Are they, Carl? If you want to know the truth, In the short time we've known each other, I have to say that I feel closer to you than I do to my own husband. It's only natural that I should desire to express that to you physically, in my own way." She said, rising out of her chair at the table and taking my hand. "C'mon Carl, I haven't gotten all dolled up like this for nothing, have I?"

She put my hand on her tit and sighed. I could feel my cock start to swell. She wasn't going to take no for an answer.

She leaned down to whisper in my ear. "Here, Carl, we haven't got all night. Oh. Wait. Yes. Yes we do!"

The next thing I knew we were in the bedroom. Kimaya struck a match and lit a pair of pachouli candles on the nightstand. Turning and smiling at me as she took off her clothes. The light from the flickering candle, shining and glinting on the rings on her left hand. Oh boy.

Now I'm no choir boy. I've been with my share of women. But there were some lines I had deigned not to cross, and other men's wives had definitely always been one of those.

Clad only in her heels now, she sashayed sweetly over to me and began unbuttoning my shirt. I could see the dark skin of her puffy aureolae topping those perfect breasts. Bigger than I had expected. My mouth was absolutely watering.

I watched as she mashed her tits together momentarily trying to get the button on my jeans undone. I felt her reach into my boxers, her fingers wrapping around my swelling shaft. I heard her mutter something under her breath in Hindi.

I'm not porn star huge, but I'm no slouch at 8 inches with decent girth. I was starting to get the impression that Kali's endowment was considerably less generous. I caught Kimaya's gaze and she gave me a nervous grin. I caught sight of her pussy. Her lush and protruding mons flawlessly waxed, the thick lips of her pussy, perfect and inviting.

She was on her knees in front of me, never breaking eye contact, she began to kiss and lick my now fully erect member. It was far and away the best head, I'd ever gotten. She positively smoldered as she stroked and sucked me like a hungry little goddess.

It had been a while. In fact, I'd been in a bit of a slump, truth be told. It hadn't really been intentional, just throwing myself into my writing, I wasn't really dating aggressively, and the few casual outings I'd had recently hadn't really panned out like that. Kimaya was fondling my balls obsessively. Though the signs were all there that we'd be moving to the bed momentarily.

Watching her work my cock in her mouth. Again, the glitter of her wedding rings playing in the candlelight. I got the impression she was doing that intentionally. I found out later that I was right.

Kimaya teetered to her feet, still in her heels, a little tipsy and slightly off balance. I swept her up in my arms and deposited her on the bed. Her legs falling open in a lustful invitation. Her pussy was glistening with moisture. I thought for a second about going down on her, but there would be plenty of that later. She caught my eyes and gave me a look that told me exactly what she wanted, as she reached out to pull me down on top of her.

As tight as she was, she was so wet that I easily slid a slow and steady four inches inside her, feeling her pussy flutter on my cock, her hand pushing lightly on my stomach, indicating that I should halt.

"Give me a minute, Carl. I'm not used to this...size" She groaned, muttering something in Hindi again.

I froze, feeling her heat and wetness coating me, her pussy throbbing lightly around my shaft. Slowly melting into submission.

"Okay, Carl, give me a little more." I heard her say. Maybe three quarters of an inch or so more, and her hand was back on my hip. I suddenly felt her clamp down on me, her thighs quivering as if they had a life of their own. "I'm cumming, Carl!" she groaned. "Oh Shit!"

I'd never had that happen before. I hadn't even started fucking her yet, and already she'd cum.

"God, Carl. That was intense." Kimaya managed after a minute or so. "Gimme a little more."

"Wait a second." I said. I pulled out until only my head was inside her.

"What are you doing?" Kimaya begged. "You better not be pulling out!"

"Don't worry!" I said pushing back in again. Long slow strokes stretching her pussy a little at a time, going just a little deeper when I'd feel her relax. And I felt her relax...in between orgasms which she was having every couple of minutes. I was resizing her, bit by bit and she was loving it.

"Oh fuck, Carl. I've never felt like this before. Your cock..." She moaned at me. We kissed as I finally found her core, a few seconds later cumming convulsively on my cock. "You're touching the deep places inside me. Making them yours."

As cliched as it sounded, I could feel it too. I'd crossed that line and headed for the barn. No going back now for either of us. She felt me starting to cum before I did. Her high heel adorned legs wrapping around my thighs, pulling me deeper into her, my balls finally slapping against her soaked shapely ass. It was too much. I blew a good three months worth of jizz into her and she quivered like a tuning fork on my cock until I was spent.

"I like your cum in me." She said.

"What about your husband? I don't think he'd be too happy." I pointed out.

"It doesn't matter. I like your cum in me." She had me. "Let's do it some more."

Three more times that evening I filled her, sliding easily now into her cum greased hole. It felt like the missing equation had been solved. That there was a song that I'd been singing for so long, alone, that I hadn't realized was a duet. And now her body was singing the other part with me. Both of us, in perfect harmony.

The next evening she'd knocked on my door. Looking through the glass, I could see her in the hallway, naked. I quickly ushered her inside, afraid of the neighbor's seeing her and word getting out. We fucked all night like we were on a mission. We kissed like we were starving. She welcomed my seed like it was mana from heaven. There would be consequences. Falling in love with each other was not be the least of them for us.

Kali was due back in a few weeks time. Kimaya was in bed next to me. We'd just made love, and I was trying to get my head around how having Kali back would affect the status quo that Kimaya and I had established in his absence.

"It doesn't matter." Kimaya said, as if reading my mind. "He can't fuck me like you can. He won't give me babies. He can't keep his little dick out of whatever slutty little intern he can knock up on the dig. It doesn't matter if he knows."

"I wouldn't be so hasty." I countered "Society tends to line up behind cuckolded husbands. And propriety aside, I've fucked you more in the last couple weeks than he has in the last few years. I'm not proud of that, but I'm not ashamed, either."

She ran her hand over her naked pussy and smiled sweetly at me. "I'm proud of it, Carl. I love the way you fuck me. Kali, he'll accept it, or he won't. My guess is that he will, the little worm. I've dropped enough hints during his weekly calls, to be fairly certain that he knows his little game is over."

She was right about his acceptance. Once he'd arrived home, she made little attempt to conceal our affair. If anything, she seemed intent on flaunting it in front of him. He'd tried to fuck her that first night home, but she'd shut him right down. When we'd cross paths in the hallway, he'd glare at me in resentment, but he'd never say a thing.

On the one hand, I felt bad for the dude. On the other hand, I was too much in love with his wife to stop, and I knew she felt precisely the same way about me. Riding me cowgirl in my bed, her tits bouncing lasciviously in my hands, head thrown back moaning invocations in Hindi as she came on my cock. My cum oozing from her pussy as she wrapped her flimsy nightgown on and returned across the hall. Every night. Making sure Kali had proof of the conquest.

Kali was caught in a trap largely of his own making. The marriage, meant to unite the families, would instead tear them apart should it become common knowledge. He'd acted too foolishly too many times. All this, a result of his own moral shortcomings.

He'd was scheduled to join a dig in Columbia. Frankly, for us, it was a relief to have him gone. There were some ancient ruins, that had recently been discovered in the mountains. It was all jungle terrain. He'd be gone for several months at least.

It was less than two weeks later that we got word of his disappearance. The story we got was that he'd wandered off into the jungle, and just never came back. I guess that whatever happened, he'd come up with a solution to his problems. And as it turned out, his timing was pretty good. Just a few days after he'd turned up missing, Kimaya announced her pregnancy to me.

We were going to have a baby. We fucked all week in celebration.

"I love you, Carl. Thank you." She'd beamed. That's really all it took. Inside of two minutes I was balls deep in her and she was arched back and cumming hard on my cock. I lost count of the number of times we made love that week, but my cock was pretty sore by the time the weekend rolled around.

By the time she was in her third trimester, I'd published my fourth novel, and gotten an advance on my fifth. We sold the condos, and I'd found us a nice little house in the valley. Kimaya gradually fell out of touch with her folks and in-laws. The more she integrated into our life together, the more predatory she'd found the experiences of her youth to have been. At least in the way her folks had acted with regard to her.

Her belly swelled, she glowed, often taking my hand and putting it on her so I could feel the baby kick. It was a magical time.

And suddenly, there we were. Kimaya's feet up in the stirrups and the baby crowning as she pushed. Desi came into the world around 8 in the evening, a perfect little girl. Skin not as light as mine, but not as dark as her mother's. The sweetest little burbling as she latched onto Kimaya's breast to feed.

Kimaya looked at me with a kind of exhausted grin.

The doctor's six week time-out for sex was difficult for both of us. We did a lot of oral on each other, Kimaya's amazing blowjobs only getting better with practice. I learned to appreciate the way her clit seemed wired to her tits, and she'd be covered in milk by the time I had her cumming.

In the coming months we'd take Desi for walks in the neighborhood. Everyone saw this loving couple with a newborn and figured we had to be married. As far as Kimaya and I were concerned, we were.

Kimaya worked hard to get her figure back. Her tits had gained a little size, but I found no cause for complaint.

She'd just come into our room, from putting Desi in her crib. She was wearing a sheer ivory teddie that made her brown skin glow. Her dark hair gathered in a ponytail running down her shoulder and framing her breast. I thought about that first night. Entering her for the first time. The intensity of those feelings, if anything were even stronger now.

By the time she'd crossed the room from the doorway I was hard as a rock. Stripping off the teddie she slid into bed next to me on her side, one leg between mine. She kissed me, slow and deep. I could feel her pussy, dripping wet on my thigh.

Without hesitation she mounted my cock, sliding easily down my shaft until I felt her mons against my pubic bone. "I'm Carl sized now." She had announced the first time she found she could take me in one go. I could feel the now familiar tremble begin as she gasped and moaned, cumming for me. It just never got old for us, and I thanked heaven for that.

She lay beside me in the afterglow, her pussy full of my seed. She gathered a bit of it on her fingertips and absently brought them to her mouth, in what had become somewhat of a habit of hers. She claimed she loved the taste, but she also admitted that she knew it got me going again.

"You know, Carl" She began, licking a second helping of my spunk from her fingers.

"What Baby?" I asked, having a feeling that I knew where she was going with this.

"Desi. I'd hate for her to be an only child." She dipped in for a third helping.

"No. We couldn't have that." I grinned, my now hard cockhead searching for her opening.

"That's it. You're my man." She groaned as she came, her pussy milking my cock for all she was worth.

This shouldn't take long, I thought to myself as I shot another load into her fertile womb a while later. Cumming so hard I nearly passed out, her tongue in my mouth as I rolled off of her onto the bed. Shouldn't take long at all.