Watching My Wife Find Herself – Page 2 of 4

I stay hidden behind the shrubs and watch them. They are eating takeout tacos and talking and laughing. To anyone else watching, it all would look very innocent. A good looking Indian woman in her late 30s having tacos on a bench with two young male colleagues. Nothing to see here. Move on, right?
And then it happens. I can’t hear what they are saying from 100 feet away but I can tell that the two guys are saying something intently to my wife. She keeps laughing and shaking her head. And then she throws her arms up.
I watch rooted to my spot as Archana, the love of my life, my soul mate, my best friend, the mother of my child, the center of my existence then moves her head to the left and right and the back to make sure no one is watching. And then starts unbuttoning her blouse.
The two men stop laughing and stare, as do I, when Archana unbuttons each button with a seductive gesture. Her upper chest is exposed, then her sizeable cleavage, then her bra covered boobs, then her stomach that is still flat. My wife is sitting in a public place outdoor exposing herself to two young men. And I am watching. And I am still just watching. Not running up to yell at her or divorce her.
I see her close her eyes and smile happily as fratboy buries his face in her cleavage. Black guy reaches over and caresses her face. Then there is a short discussion between them. Fratboy and Archana wipe their hands and enter the back seat of a car parked next to them. Black guy gets in the front seat, but is facing towards the back.
And I get the first real visual evidence of the fact that my wife is cheating on me. The car is positioned such that I am almost exactly behind it, a 100 feet away. I can see fratboy and Archana’s heads in the back window. Then I see Archana’s head lowering. And then I don’t see her anymore. The black guy in the front is visible, looking at the back and laughing. I don’t have to be an Einstein to figure out that Archana is sucking fratboy’s dick in the back of the car.
I could run up there and yell at them and everything. If I did not have an erection. I am super hard. And I get even harder when a few minutes later, I notice the silhouette of fratboy getting up, turning around, then turning sideways and then rhythmically moving back and forth, back and forth, back and forth. That is it, I realize. That is my wife bent over in the back of the car in a state park, being fucked by some guy.
She is a cheat, she is a slut, she is a harlot, I immediately console myself. But I cannot look away. My wife, my soulmate, the love of my life for most of my life, is getting banged in front of my eyes. And I cannot look away or stop it.
Eventually fratboy gets out looking very happy. And then black guy exchanges a high five with him before getting in the back seat. I have not visually seen Archana till then. But now I do. I see her being pulled up and pushed against the back seat. Her big tits hang over the back seat. I can see her radiant shiny smile as she enjoys how he fucks her. I can’t watch it but also can’t look away.
Even as I watch this real life porn in front of my eyes, I keep thinking of some practical betrayal related questions. Until now I only thought she was having an affair with fratboy. Maybe she is really into him. It is a genuine affair. Affairs happen. I know they have happened to many of my friends. Maybe this is one such affair. But no. Now there is also the other guy. After fratboy fucked Archana, the other guy climbed in and fucked her harder. Way harder.
Is my wife just having an affair with fratboy or is she just a…wait…I can’t even think this about my sweet love Archana…
Nope. I will watch this and then jack off and then head home.
“Hi!” I smile at Archana as she slides into bed that night.
I somehow assume she will be okay with having sex. For over a decade, the equation has always been that she wants ti have sex more than I do. So tonight, I assume she will be happy with it like last time.
“Oh…are you hard, Ninad?” she says in a very cautious tone.
“Yeah.” I say and pull her on top of me.
“Ninu…I am just…I am like…I don’t…is it okay if I just give you a blowjob?”
I can see her big dark brown eyes looking into mine. I can see her soft lovely cheeks. I can see her thick lustrous hair.
“Of course, honey!” I say,
I lay back as my wife gives me a spectacular blowjob. And I wonder why she did not want to have sex. Had those two young bucks worn her out? Was her pussy so worn out because of them that she refused sex for the first time ever?
“Are you bored? So sorry if you are bored, Ninu!” Archana says, handing me a tall glass of whiskey.
“No honey, I am fine.” I kiss her and say, “Who are those guys over there?”
“Them? They are the security guys.” she casually says, waving at them, because they notice us looking.
“They seem nice.” I say, also waving. “You like them?”
“What do you mean?” there is an understandable edge in Archana’s voice.
I look at my gorgeous wife in her off-shoulder dress and her big tits and round ass and smile.
“I just mean, Archu, that so far I have only met your senior white collar colleagues. I would not mind getting to know those guys too.”
I am at the “holiday party” at Archana’s office. I have met and talked to everyone she worked with as a vice president in the firm.
“Oh…sure. One sec.” she awkwardly says as we walks towards the security guys huddled together having shots in the corner.
They look up as we approach them and smile at us. I smile back.
“Hi, I am Archana’s husband Ninad.” I say extending my hand.
“Hi, I am Steve. Great to meet you!”
Fratboy is named Steve? Really? Steve? The fratboy banging my wife is called Steve? So stereotypical, I think! I have seen him from the moment we enter the party and have been waiting to be finally introduced to him. But Archana has avoided it, probably feeling guilty.
“Likewise.” I say and look at his friend. “And you are?”
“Leon, sir. Great to meet you sir!”
The young black guy I have seen pounding my wife in the back of the car gives me a firm handshake. But he looks nervous. As does Steve. And Archana.
“Great to meet you too!” I say. “So you guys are security here huh?”
“Yes, sir.” they both politely reply in unison. They look so innocent and earnest! I remind myself that they are easily a dozen years younger than us. They are kids!
“You take good care of my wife?”
Steve and Leon quickly look at each other and then at Archana for half a second before Steve says,
“Oh absolutely, sir. Always.”
“Great meeting you guys.” I say and walk away.
I like them. Nice guys.
Later that night, Archana and I are in an Uber. We have both had many drinks, maybe which is why I finally initiate the awkward conversation. Archana is in my arms, her head on my chest and her tits pressing against my arms.
“Steve and Leon seem like nice guys.” I say.
Archana instantly raises her head and looks into my eyes. She pauses for a couple of second before innocently saying,
“Yes, they are very nice.”
And then she starts kissing me, right in the Uber in full view of the driver. Like a distracting tactic I think. Unnecessary, I also think. So I put my hand on her shoulder and say,
“Archu, you know I love you, right?”
She looks into my eyes with her big gorgeous dark eyes and says,
“Yes, Ninu. I love you too!”
“You are the love of my life. The center of my existence. I want you to always be the happiest, no matter what.” I say.
She stops and stares at me for several seconds. She looks so gorgeous! Then she gives me a sad smile. Not her usual 64 karat bright smile, but a sad smile.
“I feel the same way, Ninu.” she kisses me again.
And then starts unbuckling my belt without any regard to the Uber driver.
At this point, you might wonder, why did I not confront my wife and yell at her and divorce her, even after knowing that she was cheating on me?
Good question. Here is my thinking. Our life is still great. Our sex life is better than ever. She still loves me and we still have an awesome daughter together. So why rock the boat? Especially when I personally found the idea of Archana sleeping with other guys to be titillating?
So my philosophy is simple. My wife goes and works out at the gym with some male trainer. My wife is taken to work by a male Uber driver. My wife orders lunch cooked by a male cook. So in the same sense, just like her fitness, transport, food needs are satisfied by other men, so are her sexual needs. Why not, right? I don’t own her and she does not own me! We are lovers and soulmates and partners and best friends since kindergarten. She is literally my favorite human being in the whole world, no matter her secrets. Because I have secrets of my own. So let her do what she wants to be happy!
But then something happens that brings all this into the open.
“Girls’ night out, huh? Okay! When?” I ask.
“Saturday night.” Archana says.
“Saturday night is my meteor shower sleepover!” our daughter pipes up without looking away from her phone.