He came in and he was absolutely normal; he didn’t have any change in his behavior. If I had been him, I would have cried my heart out, but he was really calm and collected.
Sagar looked at me and said to both of us that he dropped some water on the bed and if my husband can help him take the mattress out for drying it up.
My husband looked at me and said, “You can do it for me right.” I said sure, and we had our tea.
My husband and I went on the terrace to have some alone time, and I told Sagar that he could stay downstairs while we were upstairs.
I locked the terrace door, and we started talking; he said he knew it since his childhood. He has seen his mom cheating on his dad, and when his dad died, her mom never remarried or did anything other than work, but behind closed doors, it was completely different. Everyone on the outside thought she was a hardworking single mother, but she was an absolute slut for one man named Zakhir. He was his dad’s work friend, and eventually he stayed at our house. She made it look like he was staying in a room upstairs for rent, but he actually stayed with his mom in her bedroom, fucking her brains out.
Then Sagar got born; it was just after his father’s demise, so nobody questioned her. But my husband saw it, as he was about years old at that time.
I accepted that fact, kept it in my heart, and never held any grudges against her or anyone else. Her mom had given them both a lovely and prosperous life, and my husband is justly thankful for that, as she never left him for her man.
It was a really sad story, and I was already shedding tears when I gave him a hug. I told him I would never leave him, and I asked him if I should stop it with Sagar, as it will cause him pain and will also cause mental problems for my husband if it hurts him mentally.
He said it is hot and sexy as he always used to masturbate thinking about her mom, and how he always felt like a bimbo as his father was not a man enough to have her sexually satisfied when he was alive.
It was a really subtle change in him, and I pushed him out of my arms for saying this. He said, “I am sorry; I also have sexual urges, but my dick makes it harder for me to enjoy them.” I opened his pant and took his dick and gave him a handjob.
He said how much he was climaxing while listening to me and Sagar, and said he climaxed almost four times while listening to us.
I was proud of him. I said, “So what do you think of me and Sagar?” He said “we still have the plan of getting him added in as a bull.” I was happy and sad at the same time. We both went in and saw Sagar watching TV.
I asked him if he wanted to take his mattress on the terrace, and he came to his room with me. He pointed out the cum and squirt of mine all over the bed and said, “Look how much you enjoyed it.” My husband wasn’t near us. We both took it up and put it on the terrace.
It was almost evening, and I told Sagar to sleep in another bedroom for today. He said it’s fine, and he said he can help me make the dinner.
My husband was watching TV, and we were both in the kitchen making dinner.
I was fatigued, and my ass was in severe pain. I felt like pooping, but I wasn’t able to. I wasn’t able to put pressure on it. Whenever I did, I just peed myself.