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She came back with a skirt and a sleeveless vest and a shirt. She also had some old panties, which I declined to wear. I got into the clothes and wearing a spare sandal from the shoe rack walked to the ground floor. I looked at the spot where I had seen my husband with Alice. It reminded me of how cruel my husband was. I looked around and then over to the pool. It was in a total mess. I could see my sari lying near the very spot I was fucked. It was almost 10:30. As I was about to walk out of the gate, a driver stopped me and said that he was instructed to leave me by Ved. So I got into the Cielo. The driver drove me to my house. I controlled myself from crying and maintained a straight face. When I got down at the gate of my building, the driver called me and said,
"That was a good show madam. Call me when you feel lonely."
As he drove off, I rushed up the stairs to my house. My husband was not in the house. That day I cried a lot, cursing myself for being a beautiful. Maybe this was the fate I had to face being beautiful.
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Anonymousabout 12 years agoBUT STILL MEN CRAZE FOR THAT!
Anonymousabout 19 years agoIt was a good read and apparently realistic. I have never been to India, so I'll just take their word for it. Thank you!!!
