An Arranged Marriage – Part IV

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I watched her drive away from my bedroom window, glancing up at me and smiling before she got into her car. To an onlooker she probably looked the picture of innocence, a sweet Asian lady of the highest moral standards but I knew otherwise. I had memories and pictures to prove it! It felt as though I had been hit by a whirlwind. Normally my weekends are pretty quiet unless Cherie manages to get away but this one…What had started out with what I thought would be a quiet dinner with Sanjay and his wife and then home to my empty house and a cold bed had turned into something that was hard to believe. A short while later my phone suddenly pinged indicating a text message and interrupted my thoughts. The message simply said ‘Thank you Master for such wonderful fucking this weekend’. I smiled. The whirlwind was still blowing.I was missing her already and I flipped to my photo album. There she was large as life; my naked Veshya lying on the bed behind me. I missed her. I was in love. Monday’s were always busy. Delivery lorries would be queuing up waiting to be unloaded as we came into work and I would spend the day chasing around like ‘a blue arse fly’ as the say organising the re-stocking of the depot. I saw Sanjay a couple of times but we didn’t speak, there was little time to exchange pleasantries let alone chat.Tuesday was different, it was back to normality and Sanjay and I had chance to chat. In fact he came to my office with and envelope in his hand. “It’s from Sunita,” he said.I opened it and read through it quickly.‘Are we still on for Wednesday? I have no supply teaching scheduled from lunch Maltepe Escort time until the afternoon of the following day. If you let Sanjay have a spare key I could come over early and prepare dinner. I’ll have a hot bath ready for you when you come home. I can massage you afterwards, relax you, ease your aching limbs and then I’ll fuck you. I’ll mount you and fuck you slowly until all your cum is inside my yoni. Afterwards I’ll feed you and later I will take you to your bed and fuck you until you are tired. Then we will sleep.In the morning I’ll wake you with a blow job and make your breakfast while you shower. You will leave for work refreshed and fully satisfied. How does that sound? I’ll let Sanjay have your key back to give to you next day.’I looked up at Sanjay standing there impassively. “Sunita wants to spend Wednesday night with me,” I told him.“I know,” he answered quietly.“Will you be able to follow me home tonight and collect a spare key for her?”He nodded before walking away.Sanjay pulled up just after I arrived and I let him in. I needed to talk to him first. “How are you taking all this Sanjay?” I asked handing him a spare key.A faint smile crossed his face. “I am happy for her.”“But you’re not happy in yourself though are you?” I asked motioning towards a seat at the kitchen table.“I’ve known for a while that sooner or later I was going to lose her to someone else,” he answered. “I am sad about it but in a strange way it turns me on knowing what has happened this weekend; knowing what you two have been doing.”I was a bit taken aback by that.“Sunita Maltepe Escort Bayan has told me everything.”“And it turns you on?”He nodded. “She showed me the note I gave you before she sealed it up and she’s told me about the photos as well.”“I see,” I answered.“She loves you, you know.”I smiled. “She might just be in love with the lust, Sanjay.”He shook his head. “No, she’s told me that she loves you.”I shrugged my shoulders, “Well its early days yet, a lot can happen in the meantime.”“We talked about divorce last night,” he told me. “She thinks it best if we formally end our marriage as soon as possible. She has been unhappy for a long time now.”“But she does love you Sanjay. She’s told me that herself.”“She loves me like a brother; I agree but not like a husband. It’s my fault I know.”I didn’t know what to say.“Sunita’s asked me to ask you if you know a good solicitor. We prefer not to go through one of our own people.”“Well the one who did mine was okay,” I told him. “She couldn’t stop my ex from taking the house but it was my fault so I didn’t contest it and anyway our children needed a roof over their heads.”“Perhaps you can give Sunita the details tomorrow when you see her,” he replied. “I won’t be contesting the divorce. It will be on unreasonable grounds.”“I’m very sorry Sanjay.”He shrugged his shoulders. “It’s not your fault. It was bound to happen sooner or later. Sunita has tasted freedom now and whichever way that your relationship with her goes she needs to be free from the restraints of marriage to me”There was silence between us for a few minutes.“Do… Escort Maltepe do you think there’s a chance that you and Sunita might… you know?”“I’m not looking for a wife at the moment Sanjay,” I told him. “I… I need regular sex and I am enjoying being with Sunita but as for a long term relationship… ““She would make you a good wife.”I just shook my head.“I know its early days,” he responded. “But I would like to see her settle down with someone who will treat her well.”I laughed. “Well I don’t exactly have a good marriage track record so far Sanjay.”He smiled. “But you’re older now and probably ready to settle down; come home at night to your favourite food and have good company in bed afterwards as well.”Sanjay left soon afterwards leaving me to my lonely surroundings. Yes he was right; I am older and wiser and perhaps I was ready to settle down now after all. Fleeting interludes of company and passion were becoming boring, if not depressing. I needed a companion, a life partner but was Sunita the one? I awoke with an excited expectation next morning knowing that when I came home Sunita would be waiting for me. A hot relaxing bath, sex, dinner and more sex made life suddenly more exciting. Mid-afternoon things got even more exciting when my phone pinged. It was Sunita and there were two photographs for me. One was of her standing naked in front of my bathroom mirror. Her selfie had the camera held in front of her face, which together with the light flash hid her identity when she snapped her reflection.The second one was a picture taken of my bed where black and red Basques lay side by side. Laid out between them was a pair of black stockings. A text message simply asked ‘Which one Master?’ I groaned silently as I contemplated the evening ahead.‘Red. What about panties?’ I texted.A few minutes later she called, “Is there any point in wearing any?” she said softly.

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