What Goes Around…

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This story is part 2 of the “What Goes Around” series.
Also Read Part 1: Freeing my friend’s ex-wife.

Some of my stories are loosely based on real-life incidents, but details are fictionalized. My stories involve unsafe sexual acts. I do not condone unprotected sex and recommend readers to always practice safe sex. The risk is not worth it. These are fantasies and meant for entertainment only. My stories are my hobby — an expression of my erotic side. I mean no disrespect to women featured in my stories. If you know the woman in the story, please write to me and the pictures will be taken down — no questions asked.
Happy reading!

Present day…

“What did you do?” Shoumik screamed exasperated, “what the fuck did you do???”

“Exactly what you did, you bastard!” Trisha snapped back. She didn’t scream back. Her voice was calm and ice cold.

Trisha had just handed him a packet that contained a bunch of documents. The first of those was a medical report confirming her pregnancy. When he saw it, Shoumik had been thrilled.

Dropping the packet and the documents on the dining table, he rushed to Trisha, his second wife, to give her a hug.

“There’s more there,” she had said calmly, taking a backward step away from him “you probably should see it all before getting too excited.”

Confused, Shoumik picked up the documents again. As he placed the medical report on the table, his face went white.

He was holding a glossy print of his wife, her legs spread wide, her face in an expression of pure joy, her hands clasped around the head of some man who was evidently eating his wife’s pussy and thoroughly enjoying it.

The next picture showed the man’s shaft buried inside Trisha doggy-style. Her mouth was opened in a silent ‘O’ of ecstasy.

The next one showed him sucking Trisha’s tongue passionately while he pinched one of her nipples.

His wife was riding the man cowgirl style in the next one while his hands were clasped around her boobs.

Another picture showed her squirting into the man’s hungry mouth.

The next showed her with a flushed look of contentment, her legs spread wide and cum leaking out of her pussy…

One after another, the bunch of pictures depicted Trisha in various acts of sex with a stranger, whose face was not visible. In each picture, there was pure sexual bliss and enjoyment on her face.

As he dropped the last of the pictures on the table, the next document was a DNA test that showed he wasn’t the father of the baby. And last came the divorce papers that she had already signed.

“There’s a set of ten DVDs also that I can give you if you want, you son of a bitch. How’s that for Karma?” she said in the same cold tone.

She didn’t care to explain to him what karma she was talking about. If he hadn’t realized that she’d learned of his lies about his first wife, too bad. She stared at him, pure hatred in her eyes, before turning around and walking out of the house, slamming the door hard behind her.

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Flashback:

Trisha had moved to the UK for post-graduate studies a few years ago. After graduating, she had joined a financial risk assessment firm in the UK and worked there till her student loans were cleared.

During her studies, and thereafter, she had a few flings that had meant nothing to her. None of the guys she had slept with had made her want to spend the rest of her life with them.

Trisha returned to India when her employer offered her a position in the Bangalore branch.

She met Shoumik at a mutual friend’s party in her very first month back in the country and was charmed by his good looks and easy going manner.

They met a few times and Shoumik gave her a sob story about being a widower. He claimed his first wife and their baby passed away during childbirth.

Within a few weeks, they had become more than friends. She thought she was seducing a heart-broken man when she invited him to her place after a party they had been to. He had seemed reluctant, but she had persisted, sucking his cock till he came in her mouth. The next morning, she had stepped out of the shower stark naked when he woke up and let him cream her pussy without protection.

The next time they met, he invited her over to his house. When he took her thrice that night, she had no idea he was fucking her in the bed he shared with a wife who was very much living.

He proposed to her the day he filed for divorce with Bandita, his first wife, and announced the wedding on the day the divorce was finalized.

They were married a month later. She knew Shoumik had always wanted a child and they decided to try for a baby immediately after marriage.

Though he didn’t like going down on her — something she wished he enjoyed — he was a skilled lover and she had nothing to complain about.

They fucked almost everyday — unless she was on her periods — and she never once had to fake an orgasm while he pounded and creamed her at will. She was only too happy to make him happy and was flattered at how he could fuck her with so much intensity a couple times times everyday. Life was a living bliss and she was glad she had chosen such a sensitive, talented and charming husband.

However, just six months into the marriage, her world came crashing down around Trisha.

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Six Months After The Wedding…

“Excuse me,” Trisha said running to the woman who was rapidly walking away from her, headphones in her ear. Catching up with her, Trisha tapped her on the shoulder, “excuse me,” she said again.

Bandita turned to face the woman she had first seen in her bedroom getting fucked by her husband.

She had noticed her earlier in the mall and had decided to avoid her. Putting on her earphones, she had tried to sneak away, but the woman had caught up with her.

“Yes?” Bandita asked.

“I am sorry,” Trisha said, panting a little from her run, “but have we met before?”

“I don’t think so,” Bandita said, trying to turn and walk away.

“I am sure I have seen you somewhere,” Trisha insisted, “I just can’t remember where.”

“It’s possible that my ex-husband might have forgotten to hide a picture or two, or delete all my pictures from his social media accounts.” Bandita replied.

“I don’t understand…”

“You are Shoumik’s wife aren’t you?” Bandita asked.

“Yes….” Trisha said, confused.

“I used to be his wife,” Bandita replied.

Over coffee, Bandita told Trisha her side of the story.

Starting with their romance, their eloping to Bangalore, her miscarriages and his insensitivity to them, her hysterectomy, finding Shoumik and Trisha fucking in her bed, her attempted suicide and eventual divorce.

By the time Trisha left the mall, she was fuming — not just because she had been cheated, but also because of the merciless way the man she thought she loved had treated his first wife.

‘What happened to her can happen to me someday,’ she thought. Her mind was a whirlwind of thoughts and by the time Shoumik came home that night, Trisha had not only decided to teach him a lesson, but had also decided how.

She and Bandita met frequently after that day and soon became decent friends. The bitterness of a shared husband kept them from becoming really close, because each reminded the other of her husband’s betrayal.

After a while, Trisha shared her plan with Bandita, who was outraged and tried her best to talk Trisha out of it. Trisha’s mind was made up and she gave Bandita an ultimatum — either support me, or we can’t be friends anymore.

Bandita’s respect for this women went up a few levels that day. As they got to know one another, the their mutual respect and regard for each other just kept growing.

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A Woman Scorned…

“Oh my God, you’re beautiful,” He said as he sucked on one nipple while squeezing her other boob hard.

“Just shut up and fuck me ok?” Trisha snapped.

The man grinned and started pounding her hard and deep, climaxing with a roar before shooting his load deep inside Trisha’s pussy

This was the third man she had fucked since discovering her husband’s betrayal.

With each man, she had just three stipulations.

1. He could fuck her as many times as he wanted for one month, as long as he came inside her pussy.
2. He would let her film the fucking.
3. If he managed to get her pregnant, she would give him Rs 10 Lakhs.

She had been trying for a nine months now, each month with a different man and so far, there had been no success.

Surely, getting pregnant can’t be that hard, she thought. Every day that she spent under the same roof with Shoumik disgusted Trisha, even more than her own betrayal of her morals.

She kept putting on an act of a loving wife, but she felt violated every time he fucked her. She just wanted this to be over and done with.

She had called and arranged to meet with Bandita at the same mall they had met a few months ago.

Over coffee, she had explained what she had been doing over the past few months — without any success. She was getting desperate now because each day that she had to put up with Showmik made her feel dirty and disgusted.

By now, Bandita was dating a colleague for a few months. He had recently proposed to her and she had said yes.

While the marriage date hadn’t been finalized yet, the two would end up marrying in the coming months.

He knew of her history and loved Bandita none the less. She had introduced him to Trisha on one of their earlier meetings.

After hesitating a bit, Bandita said she could suggest someone Trisha could consider.

“Not the guy you are dating right?” Trisha said.

“No not him,” Bandita replied mock slapping Trisha’s hand, “I already shared one didn’t I? I think you and will both agree, we could have done without that sharing too.”

Trisha agreed, vigorously nodding her head while sipping her coffee.

“Look Trisha,” Bandita continued, “like I have said before too, I don’t agree with your approach to teach Showmik a lesson. I respect you for it, but I can’t agree with it.”

“I know” Trisha said, “but my approach doesn’t seem to be working either.”

“Here, call him,” Bandita said scribbling my phone number on one of the tissue papers and handing it to Trisha, “he was there with me through the worst of times and knows the whole story.”

“Ok,” Tisha said, “did he get you pregnant?”

“I had a hysterectomy remember?” Bandita said.

“Oh yeah,” Trisha said slapping her head, “I knew that, silly me.”

“I don’t know if he can get you pregnant or not,” Bandita said, “but I promise you the best sex of your life.”

“Better than the guy you are dating?”

“No comparison,” Bandita said shyly, blushing a little

“That good huh?” Trisha said raising an eyebrow and Bandita blushed even more.

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The Seed of Revenge…

“Oh FUCK!!!!!” Trisha screamed, “that was fucking mind blowing.”

I had just creamed her pussy for the third time today and had no intention of stopping anytime soon.

Trisha had cum five times already — twice while I ate her and three times while I fucked her.

Where Bandita was gentle and soft, Trisha was an intense firecracker. Where Bandita was full bodied and curvy, Trisha was toned and slim. She was the diagonal opposite and yet, just as enjoyable in bed.

At Bandita’s suggestion, she had come to me, close to a month ago with the same proposition she had made to the other three men.

I had laughed at her, “I don’t want your money girl, try elsewhere.” Bandita had to intervene and beg me before I agreed to try and impregnate Trisha.

Trisha had made an excuse of a work trip and had spent the last 30 days in my bed. The first time had been awkward for me because of my professional history with both Shoumik and Bandita.

Till Trisha and Bandita had explained to me what had happened, I had sized Trisha up as a family breaker. Getting past that had not been easy, but soon, Trisha’s intensity and hunger in bed took over and I found myself enjoying her.

She was always ready, whenever I felt like it — be it morning, afternoon, evening or night. I fucked her day and night creaming her over and over and she always wanted more, no matter how much I fucked her.

Over the past 30 days, I had taken her in bed, in the bathroom, in the kitchen, on the roof, in the car, on the stairs and in every conceivable position.

“Tell me honestly,” she said after a few minutes, catching her breath, “which of us is better?”

“You mean you or Bandita?” I asked. “Let’s not go there ok?”

“No seriously,” she insisted, “it’s not like we are dating or anything. I came to you with a proposition, but I hadn’t counted on a human bull. And now, I am curious.”

“You are amazing Trisha,” I said, caressing her pretty face, “but you aren’t lactating, and that’s a special weakness of mind.” I ended with a wink.

“Oh!” was all she could say.

“But that doesn’t mean I won’t fuck you some more,” I said, getting off her and off the bed before grabbing her hand and pulling her off the bed too.

I led Trisha to the shower where I made her suck my cock till it was hard and fucked her for 30 minutes in the shower before creaming her for the fourth time.

After the shower, we took a nap for a couple hours before I fucked her two more times that night.

“I guess, I must say I am sorry,” I said when we finally woke up the next day.

“Sorry for what?” she asked, still lying in bed, naked.

“Well, yesterday was day 31. The month is up. So, I guess I failed too.”

“My medical reports came back a week ago.” She said I looked at her, an eyebrow raised in question, “positive,” she said smiling.

“Congrats!” I said, getting up on my elbow. “So the last week wasn’t really necessary then?”

“No, but I wanted to celebrate. And didn’t want to give up even a single day of the most mind-blowing sex of my life.” She said grinning.

Sitting up with the quilt wrapped around her naked boobs she added, “I not only got the reports, I also gave it all to Shoumik just as planned and walked out on him. Let the bastard figure out what he wants to do.”

“You know, the only part I wish you hadn’t done was giving him proof of your infidelity,” I said, “he can use that against you in court.”

“Let the bastard try,” she said stewing, “he knows better than to stir up the shit pot. He knows it’s his face that will be smeared.”

“What goes around, comes around I guess,” I said getting back in bed, “how about we celebrate you giving me the good news through the rest of the day and night?”

“As you wish Master!” she said giggling and reaching for my cock, as I got on top of her.

I had thought that would be the end of the story…but then, one more twist in the tale was to come years later. That — the final part of the story — will be coming soon.

TO BE CONTINUED…

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Some of my stories are loosely based on real-life incidents, but details are fictionalized. My stories involve unsafe sexual acts. I do not condone unprotected sex and recommend readers to always practice safe sex. The risk is not worth it. These are fantasies and meant for entertainment only. My stories are my hobby — an expression of my erotic side. I mean no disrespect to women featured in my stories. If you know the woman in the story, please write to me and the pictures will be taken down — no questions asked.
Happy reading!

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