I put him in the tub and removed his clothes and washed him; he was still spitting out, and I made him clean himself. I was crying so much. I went out with a bucket of water and started cleaning the couch. It was thankfully leather, so I had that relief. I cleaned it very quickly, put some lotion on it, and again got it polished.
I went in again to see my husband sleeping in the tub. I cleaned him again and drained the tub. I took him in the bedroom and got him to sleep. It was the hardest thing in my entire life. It was the most painful thing to watch and the most devastating thing as well. I knew there was no point in talking to Sagar. So I went out and helped him get to his room and sleep. He was continuously masturbating his dick even while I was taking him to his room with his one hand around my neck.
I put him on the bed, and he gave me a kiss on the forehead and said, “Thank you, my love, I am grateful for you,” and pulled me aggressively to give a warm, caring hug. I was still angry about what he did to my husband, but I gave him a hug and just let him have a good night’s sleep. I went out, still shedding tears, and slept on the couch, thinking I had made a mistake and blaming myself.
It was a long day and I was sleepless. I went in our bedroom and saw my husband sleeping carefree. I again went into the living room and slept on the couch. The next morning, I checked on both of them, and they were both in a deep sleep. I saw my husband had a wet dream; he cum was all over the blanket. I went out and made some tea for myself, and then I made some breakfast for both of them.
When I was done, I started watching TV, and about an hour later, my husband woke up. I was so emotional to see him well again and gave him a hug. He asked what happened, and I said nothing. I let him get fresh. I told him to wake up Sagar as well, and they both came to have dinner. I microwaved the breakfast as it was cold and gave it to them.
They both were sitting in front of each other on our dining table, and I sat with them. I climbed up on the table and sat between them and asked both of them, “Do you both remember what happened last night?”
They both took a minute to think and said no. My husband said he remembered sucking on a dick and said maybe it was a dream. I told him no, it wasn’t, and then told the real story of what happened.
They both were horrified and asked me if I was joking. Sagar, instead of saying sorry, asked my husband if he enjoyed it, and he said yes. Then my husband starts remembering stuff; he remembered being in the tub and having a headache. His jaw was also hurting. It made it clear to both of them, and then I said how horrible it was for me to handle them both, how terrified I was, how much I cried, and how much I had to go through the pain of seeing that happen. Sagar apologized and said he shouldn’t have drunk so much, and my husband stayed quite.
I then told them why I was sitting with them and what I was thinking about. As soon as I said I thought my husband would start a fight over me, my husband stopped me and asked me if I was really was thinking like that. I said yes, and he then said, “You know everything, Saniya.”