“Dear, I am so sorry that my brother’s illness put us in a severe financial crisis. You know I’ve always loved you so much and the way you bailed my brother out was above and beyond. I am your’s….only your’s….lock, stock and barrel forever, I hope you know that very well. Please know that……know I will never love anyone but you. At last I tell you what has happened to me recently and then my suggestion for how we can get the second mortgage paid and off your poor back.”
Her innocent husband looked at her puzzled, wondering what she was talking about, but getting that fucking mortgage paid, well he was for that.
She continued, “Honey….you know how many show-business jobs I have lost because I don’t want to fuck those nasty producers for any type of role. Whenever I had to quit their dirty proposal, I knew I put an additional burden on your sweet back and I am so sorry. It hurt me every time. So much that I had started thinking I ought to just go ahead and let all of them fuck me and not say anything to you about it. I always felt so guilty about not being able to help you more.”
The beautiful Tolly Queen swallowed and almost faltered but took a deep breath and said, “I hope you don’t hate me after I tell you what I have to say… Honey, few days ago, one of my blind fans came on to me… said he wanted me… wanted to… fuck me.”
Another pause as she studied her husband’s face. So far he seemed OK, then she said “He was very nice about it, no grabbing like most of my producers have done. Then he told me about a financial bonus if I would be nice to him… if I would fuck him. A big bonus every time if I would fuck him. And… oh shit Dan, I did it… I fucked him.” and she handed him the two lakh rupees.
Her husband sat there staring at her blankly, not saying a word, looking down at the bundle of two thousand rupees notes in his hand and then up at his wife.
His head was spinning as he thought short pieces of thoughts… she fucked him… for money… whore… my wife is a whore… she fucked her fan… and he noticed suddenly that his own cock was very hard strangely.
He could remember how Gargi had rushed upstairs and showered as soon as she got home for last few nights… how she looked like she was going to cry. That was because she had cheated on him, another man had fucked his wife, came in her pussy…
Being an innocent husband, he truly wasn’t a jealous type. However his head was swimming now though…..as he got up and walked to their bedroom without a word. He didn’t know what he was going to do, he just had to do something as his brain slowly fried.
Gargi followed her husband silently, waiting for him to speak. He just slipped into a pair of jeans, shoes and a loose T-shirt. Then he picked up his billfold and car keys.
Gargi started to get really scared then. When he couldn’t face something, he usually left the house for a drive… to think.
Gargi broke the silence, “Dear, please…..don’t leave, stay and talk to me. Don’t you see I couldn’t continue to let you down. I had to help with my brother’s bills that you have been slaving, killing yourself to pay. It didn’t mean anything to me when he fucked me, just the easiest way to earn the huge money. Don’t you see why I had to do this……yes, for us.”