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12/11/2019
I tried over the next few days to convince Pari that we should return to India. It did know good she made so many excuses and the reality was I was under contract. Breaking it would hurt my future back home as well as in America.
She did spend more time with me and that helped. I thought she might be having second thoughts about what she was doing for and to my uncle. I returned from work the following Monday evening to an empty house. At first I thought Pari was once again over at my uncles home.
Then I notice a note on the kitchen table. It was short and to the point. She informed me she had had left with Uncle V. on a business trip out of state. She would be return on Friday. She added my aunt would cook for me until she returned. The casual way she signed the letter with just her last name made my heart sink.
I moped around the house my mind racing. There was a knock on my door. My aunt brought me some dinner. She could tell I was a mess. She set the table and joined me. Nothing was said for sometime. Finally, she simply told me to snap out of my self pity.
She reminded me Pari was still my wife and wasn’t going to leave me. I looked at her asking, “Your not jealous of your husband being on a work trip with my wife?”.
My Aunt laughed explaining that her husband my uncle provided a great life for her and their children. She said, “Your uncle is a man of many needs. You could learn much from him nephew.”
She added, “I no longer have to pleasure old fat men to further my husbands ambitions. Thanks to your young wife.”
I was speechless. She rolled her eyes once again telling me to stop being so childish. She reminded me how I acted when she gave me oral sex or when she fucked me in my car. I was so confused, thinking it was all my fault. I should have been more patient with Pari and her inexperience at love making.
I reached for my aunts hand. She pulled it away saying, “I no longer have to further my husbands ambitions.” With that she stood and left my house. I went to bed but try as I may. Sleep would not find me. All I could think about was Pari in my uncles arms or riding his big cock in a hotel room.
Even as my stomach churned I couldn’t help getting aroused. I pleasured myself as I pictured his lean tall body on top of her. Her hips thrusting up to meet his own thrust. Her eyes rolling up into her skull as she climaxed. I came in heaving breaths. Finally, succumbing to sleep.
The next morning while at work Pari called me. She excitedly started to ramble on about how beautiful the hotel was. How uncle had given her money to shop for a couple new outfits. All I wanted to know is did she fuck him last night. I didn’t ask her because I didn’t want her to hang up on me.
She told me how uncle had taught her much about running his businesses on the flight. She was excited about it. I just wanted to scream at her that he was using her as a whore! Again I said nothing.
She ended the call saying she was going to a day spa for some pampering. They were attending a dinner social that evening and uncle wanted her looking her best. Before I could complain to her. She said, “Love you.”. Then hung up.
After I arrived home I received some texts from Pari. She had take photos of herself in three different outfits. One a tight red dress that looked great on her brown skin. The next a stunning white dress with a plunging front. Showing most of her large breast. The last was a black dress that was longer than the other two. But had literally no back.
You could see from her neck to the top of her ass. Her text asked me to pick one. I answered the “blue one”. She only responded...”I like the black one. Talk to you later.”
I tried to watch a movie. I just couldn’t focus. I could only imagine Pari working a room full of business men. Men drooling over her, touching her. My uncle soaking up all of the compliments for having such a beautiful young escort. Using her to further his ambitions. I wanted to believe Pari was naive about his motives. But I knew deep down she knew. She knew and was ok with it. She loved me but, he possessed her soul.
I dozed off watching the movie. My phone began to bing from multiple text messages. I reached around groggy trying to find my phone. Looking at the clock it was after midnight.
Finding my phone I noticed the text was from Uncle V. It read, “No secrets.” Then there was a series of follow-up text with only pictures. The first were innocent enough. Pari with uncle posing with others at at restaurant. Their were other women there as well. Some looked like older wives others were young like Pari. However, there were twice as many men than women. All of them were my uncles age or older.
The next few pictures were at a club. Pari was dancing with different men. Or sitting at a table laughing with others. It was like my uncle was choreographing their evening just for me. I was sure he was getting some pleasure from my torment.
The next picture was back in their hotel room. In the picture was the black dress hanging over the back of a chair. Her purse and high heels on the desktop. He was teasing me and it was working.
I immediately opened the next text. My eyes bulged at what I saw. Pari was naked on the bed with a heavy set black man with his face buried between her firm thick thighs. Her feet up in the air with ankle bracelets with bangles shining.
The real shocker was a slightly slimmer black man with a shaved head was stuffing the biggest cock I have ever seen down her throat. Her eyes were closed with her hand gripping his cock.
The next series of pictures had the three of them in different positions. She was spit roasted with the bald guy fucking her from behind. His cock was covered in a frothty white foam. Another had her riding the heavyset black man as he played with her heavy tits.
Uncle made sure to take close ups of her engorged clit and her pussy stretched around black cocks. The series of pics ended with her tits covered in cum. All I could think was my wife was such a fucking whore! Yet I couldn’t stop myself from looking at the pictures over and over again. I again pleasured myself because I was so aroused.
I just finished cleaning myself up. My phone buzzed again. One last picture from uncle. It was a picture of his long cock have way in her swollen pussy. I jerked myself off again that night.
They returned home early because Uncle had successfully concluded his business deal earlier than he had planned. I tried to get Pari to talk about the trip. She refused saying it was business and she didn’t want to talk about it when she was home.
I got very angry with her. I showed her the pictures uncle had sent to me. She remained icily calm. I yelled, “He’s using you like a whore to enrich himself!”
She looked at saying,”Tamil, he offered me ten percent of his business. I am not stupid. I know exactly what is going on!”
I was flustered saying, “You are letting him use you as a prostitute? You are ok with the?”
She stood up again never losing her composer. She looked at me saying, “I own one-third of his business the same as your aunt. I love you and don’t want to hurt you. But I will continue to do what I am doing until I no longer wish to. I understand if you wish to no longer be married to me. But I will not be a house wife.”
With that she went to bed. I slept on the couch tossing and turning all night. I convinced myself dozens of times that I was finished with her and this marriage. Only to cave at the thought of not having her in my life.
The next day we talked more. She told me she would be mine and only mine in our home. She said she would no longer allow my uncle to torment me. I decided I could live with this arrangement.
That night we made passionate love.
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She did spend more time with me and that helped. I thought she might be having second thoughts about what she was doing for and to my uncle. I returned from work the following Monday evening to an empty house. At first I thought Pari was once again over at my uncles home.
Then I notice a note on the kitchen table. It was short and to the point. She informed me she had had left with Uncle V. on a business trip out of state. She would be return on Friday. She added my aunt would cook for me until she returned. The casual way she signed the letter with just her last name made my heart sink.
I moped around the house my mind racing. There was a knock on my door. My aunt brought me some dinner. She could tell I was a mess. She set the table and joined me. Nothing was said for sometime. Finally, she simply told me to snap out of my self pity.
She reminded me Pari was still my wife and wasn’t going to leave me. I looked at her asking, “Your not jealous of your husband being on a work trip with my wife?”.
My Aunt laughed explaining that her husband my uncle provided a great life for her and their children. She said, “Your uncle is a man of many needs. You could learn much from him nephew.”
She added, “I no longer have to pleasure old fat men to further my husbands ambitions. Thanks to your young wife.”
I was speechless. She rolled her eyes once again telling me to stop being so childish. She reminded me how I acted when she gave me oral sex or when she fucked me in my car. I was so confused, thinking it was all my fault. I should have been more patient with Pari and her inexperience at love making.
I reached for my aunts hand. She pulled it away saying, “I no longer have to further my husbands ambitions.” With that she stood and left my house. I went to bed but try as I may. Sleep would not find me. All I could think about was Pari in my uncles arms or riding his big cock in a hotel room.
Even as my stomach churned I couldn’t help getting aroused. I pleasured myself as I pictured his lean tall body on top of her. Her hips thrusting up to meet his own thrust. Her eyes rolling up into her skull as she climaxed. I came in heaving breaths. Finally, succumbing to sleep.
The next morning while at work Pari called me. She excitedly started to ramble on about how beautiful the hotel was. How uncle had given her money to shop for a couple new outfits. All I wanted to know is did she fuck him last night. I didn’t ask her because I didn’t want her to hang up on me.
She told me how uncle had taught her much about running his businesses on the flight. She was excited about it. I just wanted to scream at her that he was using her as a whore! Again I said nothing.
She ended the call saying she was going to a day spa for some pampering. They were attending a dinner social that evening and uncle wanted her looking her best. Before I could complain to her. She said, “Love you.”. Then hung up.
After I arrived home I received some texts from Pari. She had take photos of herself in three different outfits. One a tight red dress that looked great on her brown skin. The next a stunning white dress with a plunging front. Showing most of her large breast. The last was a black dress that was longer than the other two. But had literally no back.
You could see from her neck to the top of her ass. Her text asked me to pick one. I answered the “blue one”. She only responded...”I like the black one. Talk to you later.”
I tried to watch a movie. I just couldn’t focus. I could only imagine Pari working a room full of business men. Men drooling over her, touching her. My uncle soaking up all of the compliments for having such a beautiful young escort. Using her to further his ambitions. I wanted to believe Pari was naive about his motives. But I knew deep down she knew. She knew and was ok with it. She loved me but, he possessed her soul.
I dozed off watching the movie. My phone began to bing from multiple text messages. I reached around groggy trying to find my phone. Looking at the clock it was after midnight.
Finding my phone I noticed the text was from Uncle V. It read, “No secrets.” Then there was a series of follow-up text with only pictures. The first were innocent enough. Pari with uncle posing with others at at restaurant. Their were other women there as well. Some looked like older wives others were young like Pari. However, there were twice as many men than women. All of them were my uncles age or older.
The next few pictures were at a club. Pari was dancing with different men. Or sitting at a table laughing with others. It was like my uncle was choreographing their evening just for me. I was sure he was getting some pleasure from my torment.
The next picture was back in their hotel room. In the picture was the black dress hanging over the back of a chair. Her purse and high heels on the desktop. He was teasing me and it was working.
I immediately opened the next text. My eyes bulged at what I saw. Pari was naked on the bed with a heavy set black man with his face buried between her firm thick thighs. Her feet up in the air with ankle bracelets with bangles shining.
The real shocker was a slightly slimmer black man with a shaved head was stuffing the biggest cock I have ever seen down her throat. Her eyes were closed with her hand gripping his cock.
The next series of pictures had the three of them in different positions. She was spit roasted with the bald guy fucking her from behind. His cock was covered in a frothty white foam. Another had her riding the heavyset black man as he played with her heavy tits.
Uncle made sure to take close ups of her engorged clit and her pussy stretched around black cocks. The series of pics ended with her tits covered in cum. All I could think was my wife was such a fucking whore! Yet I couldn’t stop myself from looking at the pictures over and over again. I again pleasured myself because I was so aroused.
I just finished cleaning myself up. My phone buzzed again. One last picture from uncle. It was a picture of his long cock have way in her swollen pussy. I jerked myself off again that night.
They returned home early because Uncle had successfully concluded his business deal earlier than he had planned. I tried to get Pari to talk about the trip. She refused saying it was business and she didn’t want to talk about it when she was home.
I got very angry with her. I showed her the pictures uncle had sent to me. She remained icily calm. I yelled, “He’s using you like a whore to enrich himself!”
She looked at saying,”Tamil, he offered me ten percent of his business. I am not stupid. I know exactly what is going on!”
I was flustered saying, “You are letting him use you as a prostitute? You are ok with the?”
She stood up again never losing her composer. She looked at me saying, “I own one-third of his business the same as your aunt. I love you and don’t want to hurt you. But I will continue to do what I am doing until I no longer wish to. I understand if you wish to no longer be married to me. But I will not be a house wife.”
With that she went to bed. I slept on the couch tossing and turning all night. I convinced myself dozens of times that I was finished with her and this marriage. Only to cave at the thought of not having her in my life.
The next day we talked more. She told me she would be mine and only mine in our home. She said she would no longer allow my uncle to torment me. I decided I could live with this arrangement.
That night we made passionate love.
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