He just stared into her eyes with no emotion, he heard her and part of it made sense. Then he turned and walked out the bedroom door.
Gargi was scared but determined to stop him, she had no idea how. His car was in the garage she knew. So she followed him down the stairs through the house to the garage door. Her husband opened the garage and walked through it. She took a deep breath and dropped her small robe at the garage’s doorway. She stood there for a second without a stitch on, and then followed him into the garage.
He saw her and yelled, “What are you doing Gargi? Go back in the house.”
She just shook her head and walked across the garage to stand near the closed garage door. “Dear, if you open the door, I will follow you out and down the street screaming for you to come back and all of our neighbors will see me like this. Do you want that?”
He just sagged and leaned into his car. She went to him and slid her arms around him kissing his face. She cried…. big tears were running down from her eyes as she said, “My dear sweet husband, please don’t be upset. I guess I shouldn’t have let him fuck me but it was such an easy way to earn a lot of money in just a few hours. It meant nothing to me baby. Please come back inside and talk to me about this. We have to get past this darling.”
He looked into her teary eyes…..he felt his heart melted and knew he was undone. He loved her soooooo deeply. He hugged her to him and they stood there and rocked back and forth for some time. Then quietly Gargi caught his hand and led him back inside the house, to the couch, picking up her robe as she went. In the living room, she put on the little robe and they sat on the couch, holding hands, facing each other.
Gargi straightened her shoulders and said, “Dear…. I simply could not continue to let you bear all the burden and I had no other way to earn real money. Please try to understand of it as nothing important. My fan….actually a client… just used a little more of me. Honestly it was so easy, I just let him do what he wanted to me for about one hour in Paradise Hotel and I made Rs.2,00,000/-”
The two thousand rupees bundle was still laying on the coffee table where her husband had dropped it. Gargi spoke again, “Dear… if you can just get used to the idea, I can earn enough money with my pussy, my mouth and asshole, to get us out of debt in a year. Not only that we can again start our luxurious life which we’ve missed for a long time. Not ten more years of this hell we’re now looking at… but just one. And that year will be a lot easier on all of us. You can quit your second job immediately. Our children can have the things they have been willingly giving up to help. I won’t have to put in so many hours for that and we can be a family again right away. I have thought it over and am certain it can work. It may be our only hope.”
He stared at her in disbelief. He was so tired of working all the time that her idea looked so tempting. Then he thought, ‘My wife a whore, a hooker, a call girl.’