Neeti held the wad of cash in her hand as we cuddled. I gently stroked her big tits. Even my gentle stroking made her sigh a little, reminding me just how intensely my wife had just gotten fucked by the farm hand.
She sure smelled like it. I could sense the familiar scent of my wife's sweat, but it was multiplied by a magnitude of a thousand. She must have sweated out a gallon, I thought. There was a water bottle on the bed. I grabbed it and handed it to my wife who was still breathing hard and I could hear her heart beat fast.
She took the bottle and drank thirstily, raising her head a little. Which gave me a closer look at her neck. Covered in hickeys and bite marks! As were her breasts, And also, both her buttocks. Senor Moya really loved to bite and suck!
Along with her sweat, there were other smells, presumably of Senor Moya's semen. Which he had generously deposited all over my wife's face and tits. And she had been too tired to wipe it off.
"I'm sorry." Neeti spoke several minutes later as we both lay on the cheap motel bed naked, each having just fucked someone else.
"You have no need to be sorry." I said.
"I just got caught up..."
"Honey. Neeti. Really." I interrupted her. "We can talk and analyze all this later when we are home. For now, let's just...keep going."
She finally seemed to have regained enough senses to start wiping the cum off her face and body. She stared at me with a funny look.
"What do you mean keep going? You want to go lure more farm hands to mount me?"
"No. I just mean, let's take things one minute at a time." I said. "We have both done things we would have thought impossible last week. Let's embrace it and process it instead of bickering."
Her expression softened and she smiled. Then she kissed me. I could smell the cum on her breath. I could feel the sheen of sweat and spit on her body. I guess so could she because she pulled herself off the bed, put on a robe, and headed to the common shower to wash up.
I sat on the bed, stroking my dick and thinking about what had happened. My wife and I, after spending most of our lives together in a conventional middle class world, had suddenly gone and turned it upside down. No one person was responsible, although I did feel as if I pushed things on more than she had.
Where do we go from here? We were both starting middle age, the kids had left the nest empty, and we were both quite healthy. Which meant we most likely had four decades left together. Just the two of us. After what we had just lived through, could we just go back to our old lives?
What is marital "fidelity" any way, I wondered. Why do we place so much emphasis on monogamy? As long as two people are in love and trust each other, why should they not sleep with others? My mind was churning out these ideas as I sat there, with a lot of self-doubt and also titillation added. I kept thinking. And thinking.
And then I realized. I was naked too! My clothes were in the other room. And also, Neeti had been gone way too long for a "quick shower". I made sure to take both key cards in the last remaining robe in the room. And stepped out.
First, I stopped by the other room, got dressed, gathered my things, which took a few minutes. I stepped out and wondered if Neeti had returned while I was in there. I went to the other room. It was empty.
A little concerned, I decided to check out the shower areas and see if she was okay. I followed the signs to the end of the floor, which held toilets and showers. And I realized that they were all unisex. I walked to the shower section. It was very bare bones. A bunch of small cubicles with showers and curtains covering them.
"Neeti?" I called out.
The showers looked and sounded empty, with no water running. Was there another shower room somewhere, I was wondering. When I heard a slight sound. A wet mashing of some kind. Not too far.
"Neeti?" I called out again.
"I'm okay, honey." I heard her say. "Go back to the room. I'll be right there."
She sounded okay. But my curiosity got the better of me. Cautiously, I started checking out the showers. I had thought them all empty and most of them were, whether the cheap curtain was closed or not. But one was clearly not empty.
I reached it soon enough. I could hear sounds of breathing. The curtain was closed but not all the way. Standing a few feet away, I looked in. And yet another bizarre sight greeted me.
My wife was on her knees, her robe open, tits hanging out and sucking some man's dick, who was standing there with his hands on her head. No, scratch that. She was not sucking his dick. He was fucking her face. Grabbing her head hard with her hair, this guy's dick was pistoning in and out of her mouth. I inhaled in surprise, and then noticed me.
"You heard her. Go!" the large man growled at me, pausing the face fucking.
"Abhi!" my wife said when the man finally took his thick cock out of her mouth.
"What's going on here?" I asked.
"Fuck off, pendejo." he snarled at me. I remembered him as the manager of the hotel.
"Abhi...it's...it's okay. Just go back to the room." she said sounding reassuring and ashamed at the same time.
Reluctantly, I turned and walked away. Went to the bigger room, and waited there thinking if my wife was going to start hooking up with every man she saw.
Neeti returned, her robe closed, after about fifteen minutes. She seemed to have finally showered and the smells were all gone. Sighing, she sat on the bed.
"Did you fuck him?" I asked.
"No...just the blowjob. That's the deal." she said, reaching for her clothes.
"What deal?"
"Any working girls who come here for the hourly rate have to suck his dick. Lola had mentioned it. I had forgotten because...honestly I didn't think it applied to me. I was just a researcher, not...you know."
"But you are now in their eyes?"
"Yes. The guy even said as much when he accosted me in the shower. That if I had stuck to research, he would have let me go. But I made money in his hotel so..." she shrugged.
That's when the epiphany hit me. My wife was now an actual whore! Not just a slut. But the very definition of a whore. Senor Moya had fucked her, paid her money, and left. On the way, he had told the guy he banged the Indian whore and there weren't too many Indians whoring there. Which made my wife the only Indian whore. So then the manager accosted Neeti for his blowjob.
Her phone buzzed a few times as she was getting dressed. She checked it and looked at me.
