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A Housewife & a Whore

A Housewife & a Whore

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View Full Version : A Housewife & A Whoredildaar08-17-2008, 07:44 PMIt was Thursday morning, the fourth day of my week'sholiday, but as we had workmen building a garage forus, I was making myself busy around the house. So hereI was in the bed room, picking up the children'sclothes ready to put into the washing basket, when Iheard the boss of the workmen calling me from downstairs."Mrs. Karnik. Can you spare me a moment?""Be right with you."I made my way back downstairs to the little study wheremy computer is kept. The boss of the workmen had comein a few minutes earlier, asking to use my PC to find alocal stockist of some parts he needed for the garagedoor. So naturally, I'd just logged on, and brought upmy internet browser for him, and then I'd left him tofind what he wanted. As I was coming down the stairs, Iassumed, like most men who are good with their hands,he was like a fish out of water on the PC, and neededmy help.So full of confidence, and ready to show-off my talentson the keyboard, I breezed into the study. Myconfidence and literally all my breath was taken fromme as I looked at the screen to see what he haddisplayed."What do you make of this?"I stood there, not blushing, but ashen white, the bloodhad drained from my face."Well? Nothing to say for yourself? Well what aboutthese emails, I bet Mr. Karnik doesn't know aboutthese?"I tried my best to sound in control."You shouldn't be looking in my private mail account.""Ok then. If you want to get silly about this. I'veprinted a few of these emails out on paper, and I'llmake sure your husband gets to know what his slut of awife has been up to.""No you can't.""Can't! Who says I can't?""But please. I haven't been unfaithful to him. It'sjust words on the internet.""So he won't mind then. Will he?"
 
"Please I beg you, please don't tell him.""If I keep quiet, what will you do for me?""What do you mean?""You know what I mean. Will you ****?""No. You can't ask that of me. Please. I've never somuch as kissed another man since I got married.""My, aren't we the little angel. So what about thesestories you've been reading?"Well I guess at this stage, I'd better explain exactlywhat this man had found, and what my situation was. MyName is Archana, I'm married to Ashmit, and wehave two beautiful children Kamala aged 3 and Kamal 6. Iam 32, and I've been so very wicked. My Ashmit is sosweet and he cares for me and the children so lovingly.I really do love him with all my heart, but! I knowyou're thinking, 'with true love there can be no buts'.In truth, I would never cheat on Ashmit, even if themost handsome man in the world wanted to date me. But I have a dark side, I don'tthink we are given these darkthoughts for no reason. So one day whilst idling some time away on the net, I madea search for 'sex'. As you can imagine I was swamped with sites to visit. AfterI'd browsed around about ten or so sites, finding only pictures and videos that Ifound crude. I began to think that maybe the dirty side of sex wasn't what I waslooking for. In truth I had no idea what it was, this indefinable thing I needed.It was just my sex life with Ashmit was so safe and predictable, I thought therehad to be something more. Then, reading through the search results, I saw a sitethat was free, didn't need you to register, and contained adult stories. I had noidea what to expect, but when I logged in, the range of material available wasmind blowing.Over the next few weeks I read various stories, somevery wicked, involving rape, bondage, and incest. Therewere even stories of women having sex with animals! Butthe idea of this turned my stomach, so I avoided them.Reading these other stories got me very excited, sexually I mean, you know, wet.But even though I was now hooked on reading these stories, they were in themajority, pretty shallow, with little or no real story, just an excuse fordescribing sexual activity. Then one day I read a story, and it all seemed soinnocent, it was only the fact of where the story was posted, that let me knowsomething was eventually going to happen to the woman who was the main characterin the story. I won't go into detail, but this poor innocent; and normal housewifewas tricked into various situations, ending up with her starring in a porn video,and being gang raped. Well if the other stories had got me wet, this one had me ina trance. I'd been fingering myself all the time I'd been reading, and it was along story. How many times I'd come I can't remember. Well I read this same storyover and over again for three days running, each time getting the same thrill,imagining myself to be the central character. This one day I plucked up courage,and emailed the author, he'd left some silly little statement at the end of hisstory, asking for girls from England to email him. Well I hadn't mentioned it, butI'm from Sweden, and proud of it, but I emailed him anyway. Then I waited andwaited. Day after day I'd dash to the PC after work to see if he'd replied. Threedays, no reply. On the fourth day, I'd had to do some shopping on the way home,
 
and by the time I got home my Ashmit was already there. So I just thought, it'snot worth risking looking now, he won't have replied anyway. And even if he does,what will he want to say to me? So it wasn't until the next morning, Ashmit hadjust left for work; the children were having breakfast, so I opened my mail. Thereit was; he'd replied to me. It was a simple courteous reply, not very personal,but he'd supplied me with a list of the stories he'd written, and told me whichsite they were available on. I once again won't go into detail, but when Icouldn't actually find these stories, I emailed him back, and he kindly pasted thewhole text of a story into an email for me. In fact it was three emails,containing Parts one, two, and three of a series he'd written. I started readingthe story, and was once again, immediately the central character. This girl was Iguess raped, but not with violence, more persuasion, and circumstance. Then as thestory progressed, it moved to a new dimension. I said before the thought of animalsex turned my stomach. Well now reading this, in my mind, I was this girl, andafter being gang raped, they were making me have sex with a dog. But amazingly,this got me hotter than I like to admit. So I read on, this was real hard-coreanimal sex, not just dogs, but then horses as well. And to my shame, I loved everyword of it, and I couldn't stop reading.So that is where we are now! The builder had somehowfound this story on my PC, and then read my emails toand from the author. Well I'd been ashamed of myselfbefore, when only I knew what I'd been doing. But nowthis horrible builder man knew, I felt really humiliated. But if my Ashmit everfound out, I'd kill myself! I could never look him in the eye again.So back to mypredicament."My, aren't we the little angel. So what about thesestories you've been reading?""They're nothing. I read them with my husband.""You bloody liar! You say in your emails, your husbandhas no idea you read this shit!""But they're just stories.""Ok then. Let's see shall we? I'll print one out, andyou can read it to me.""If I read one, will you promise not to tell Ashmit?""Well maybe. Let's see if it gets me turned on first."He'd soon got the printer churning out page after page,and before it had finished, he'd picked up the first few sheets, and handed themto me."Come-on then, you sit here and I'll stand behind you."He got up from my revolving computer chair, and sat medown. I didn't know if I would be able to read thedirty words this story contained out aloud. But I knewthat I had to do something to avoid my beloved Ashmitfinding out what a wicked woman I'd been.As I started reading, his arms reached around frombehind me, and his hands cupped my breasts. This sent

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