A Letter from Your Wife Pg. 1

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February 14, 2016

Dear my love,

First of all, I am writing this letter to ask for your forgiveness for the mistakes I have made, even though I know that they are unforgivable. I have broken our vows in front of the altar.

When you were still courting me, I was already amazed by your persistence. Aside from being handsome, you were also diligent in pursuing me. You wholeheartedly accepted Joseph, my child from a past relationship. Thank you for making me and my child feel true love.

That's why I didn't hesitate to say yes to you. After two years of being together, despite our ups and downs, everything eventually led to marriage.

But something happened, it has been a year already. On New Year's Eve, your relatives who are our neighbors came to our house to celebrate. Since we had just moved in at that time, I tried my best to get along and serve everyone.

If you still remember, you were in the midst of the celebration when you noticed that I was outside, laughing with your older cousin, Sir Arman. You discreetly called me and whispered to keep my distance from him because he tends to be a pervert.

I just nodded at you then, knowing that he was like that, partly because of his playful nature.

Nevertheless, he still managed to make me laugh with his colorful jokes. I couldn't bring myself to scold your cousin because he was the first person I interacted with since we moved here. I think he was just trying to be friendly.

It was late at night when you suddenly came out to make noise and rev up your cars. I was just by the door, smiling and watching you. Then, out of nowhere, someone grabbed my hand and pulled me inside our house. It took me a moment to realize that it was Sir Arman.

He quickly dragged me towards the dark kitchen and leaned me against the wall. Startled and nervous, I couldn't respond immediately. He firmly held both of my shoulders, keeping me pinned, and swiftly kissed me on the lips.

I quickly turned my head to the right to stop his advances. I couldn't understand myself in those moments, unable to resist his grip or even scream, even though there was nothing stopping me.

One of his hands landed on my cheek, and he made me look into his eyes. It was then that I remembered the weeks we had been exchanging smiles and nods with your cousin whenever our eyes met. I never imagined that those moments meant something more.

As we locked eyes, he whispered to me, "Don't you want this?" My tongue seemed to retreat, and I couldn't answer. Instead, I avoided his gaze. And because he didn't hear any objection from me, he kissed me on the lips again. It was more intense and passionate than before.

After a few seconds, I gently pushed his chest and said, "Sir, someone might see us." I'm sorry, my love, I know what I said was wrong. It gave him an indication that I wanted what was happening. He simply replied, "No one will see us."

After that, he immediately resumed kissing my lips, and all I could do was close my eyes.

As his lips continued to move, I realized that maybe I did have some feelings for your cousin. He had a certain charm in the way he moved and spoke, like a douchebag, which was the type I liked in a man. Plus, he was tall, dark-skinned, and had a good physique. Despite his age and not being conventionally handsome, he still had a strong appeal to me.

A few moments later, I unintentionally responded to his kisses. He abruptly stopped when he felt my lips reciprocating. We locked eyes again and exchanged a brief smile before our lips met in a passionate embrace.

I hope you can still forgive me, my love, because at that moment, I willingly returned the kisses of your cousin. That's where it all started.

His breath smelled of alcohol and cigarettes, so there was a part of my brain that was disgusted by the situation. But despite that, my passion got the better of me, so I slowly opened my mouth to let his tongue enter.

From my shoulders, I felt his hands slowly moving down my body, until he grabbed my butts. Startled, I opened my eyes and stopped kissing him.

I quickly turned my head to the left to peek my head out towards the edge of the wall, just to catch a glimpse of you. That's when I saw that you were still outside, happily laughing with other relatives.

Next, I felt the touch of Sir's mustache on the side of my neck. His kisses were gentle, making me gasp. "Don't worry about him," he commanded.

I suddenly realized that I was already embracing him and holding the back of his head. I was also surprised at my own actions. His kisses descended to my chest and then went up to the other side of my neck. I looked up while he brushed his facial hair against my sensitive skin.

I whispered to him, "That's enough, Sir," but he didn't respond. He lifted the back of my dress and squeezed my butt. He chuckled lightly and whispered that they feel nice and round.

I didn't know if I should laugh or feel embarrassed by what he said, but we smiled. He then asked me when was the last time we had sex. I felt awkward with his question, so I immediately avoided eye contact.

And then I realized that it had been a long time since we last made love. It was because you always had extra hours at work and you were exhausted when you came home. On Sundays, we would visit my mom, so we never had the chance to bed.

Sir Arman chuckled softly when I couldn't answer his question, as if he knew what I meant. He whispered in my ear again, "I'll take care of you." Then he kissed me gently again. Indeed, your cousin's kisses were tender. They were warm, wet, ticklish, and it felt like his tongue was dancing inside my mouth.

I glanced again towards the end of the wall to look for you. I saw that you were no longer in front of the house, and I didn't know where you went. So when I realized that you had left, that's when I let myself go. I was the one who willingly returned to the lips of your cousin.

I know that this is a big mistake, my love, but I hope you understand that I am just a woman who also needs the care of a man.

Our encounter was intense. During those moments, I was the one who initiated the exchange of tongues. I was delighted when I felt him reciprocate. Our lips were wet, and our teeth accidentally collided because neither of us wanted to back down from the playful banter.

We continued like that for a few minutes, standing, embracing, kissing, and he even squeezed my buttocks, which slightly lifted my body. He took my arm and placed my palm on the bulge in his shorts. Automatically, my hand followed his lead to touch his manhood.

I can say that Sir Arman's meat was thicker, and I feel it to be slightly longer compared to yours. It was positioned sideways inside his shorts, pointing towards his groin. So, I had no trouble stroking it.

My eyes widened when I felt his hand, which was just on my buttocks earlier, slip into the side of my panties. This caused us to pause our kissing. We both gasped for air, and he whispered that his suspicion about me being flirtatious was correct. I just smiled in response. He followed that with, "Your skin is so soft!" I tried to talk him out of it, suggesting that he should just keep it on the outside, but he didn't respond. Instead, he continued to caress my asshole with his fingers.

I unintentionally let out a gasp when I felt the tip of his finger at the entrance of my anus. He didn't stop there and sought out the opening of my womanhood. He grinned and said, "Your pussy is already wet." I suddenly felt embarrassed because of what he said.

For a moment, Sir Arman played with his nails on the outside of my vagina. But, I quickly tightened my embrace around him when I felt one of his fingers enter me. It was thick, calloused, and I could feel every curve of his finger as it gently penetrated me.

I didn't want to be a loose woman, so I tried to suppress my moans. I buried my face in his chest and bit my lip forcefully. He whispered, "Your pussy is drooling, my cock is what it needs." I felt a bit annoyed by his vulgar language.

No matter how hard I tried to stifle my moans, I couldn't help it when he inserted two fingers inside me. I was still clinging to him, so he definitely heard my whimpering. I'm sorry, my love, but I couldn't hold back anymore. Yes, it's embarrassing for your wife. I'm also angry at myself.

I bit my lip harder when I felt the movement of your cousin's fingers inside my pussy. It wasn't a back and forth motion, but rather a teasing and tickling inside my vagina. So, my muscles trembled even more. I couldn't stop him, so I just closed my eyes and let him do as he pleased.

He even asked, "Can you hear that?" while he continued to dig into my pussy. I knew I was already soaking wet at that moment, so I could hear the sound of the juicy flesh, but I didn't answer him.

While Sir Arman continued to explore my body, I didn't realize that we had already returned to kissing. He even scolded me for letting go of his shaft. I couldn't refuse, so despite feeling extremely embarrassed, I slowly placed my hand back on his erect member.

As his fingers moved faster, I could feel a stirring sensation in my lower abdomen. My hips instinctively met his every touch, causing me to almost lose my balance. Our mouths were still locked together when I moaned in pleasure, reaching the peak of ecstasy.

I squeezed your cousin's penis tightly, overwhelmed by the intense sensation. Although I didn't want to admit it to you, I have to confess, it felt good.

I tried to avoid our kisses and quickly tapped his hand when I climaxed. It was as if my shame had returned to my body. I suddenly realized that this was a huge mistake in the name of our marriage.

I whispered with my head bowed, "Enough sir, I hope this doesn't happen again." He just laughed and showed me his whitened fingers covered in my release.

I was about to walk away when he suddenly pressed his palm against the wall, causing us to lock-eyes again. In an instant, we were kissing once more. I couldn't explain why I was once again drawn to the heat of his lips.

My lips moved, but my conscience was tormenting me. I suddenly felt your cousin lowering the strap of my dress together with my bra, so I quickly pulled away and shook my head at him. "I'll just wipe this," he said briefly, raising two fingers covered in white liquid.

For the last time, I looked towards the door and hoped that you would arrive to make him stop. But instead, he grabbed me for another kiss while sliding the string of my clothing, causing one of my breasts to be exposed. At that moment, I couldn't do anything.

I am currently sucking Sir Arman's tongue while he showers my right nipple with my own cum. We suddenly heard your laughter outside the door. You were about to come in, but luckily you are not facing in our direction.

We quickly separated, he walked towards the living room, and I entered the bathroom. I locked myself in there for a few minutes because I still couldn't believe what had happened. Once again, I hope you can forgive me, my love. That was the first time I betrayed you.

When I came out of the bathroom, I found you all laughing and continuing with your interrupted drinking session. I breathed a sigh of relief because based on your laughter, I knew you had no idea about our transgression.

Your merriment continued while I continued to attend to you. I knew Sir Arman was trying to catch my eye as I placed ice on your table, but I didn't look at him. When I was in the kitchen, I secretly glanced at your cousin, but I saw that he was busy with his phone.

Afterwards, I went into our room to rest. I tried to sleep, but I couldn't get the events of that night out of my mind. His kisses, caresses, and penetration. I knew it was wrong, but I couldn't stop my mind. I also didn't know why I didn't feel anger towards him. I was more angry at myself.

An hour passed, and finally, you entered the room. You quickly lay down beside me, and I immediately hugged you for comfort. Honestly, I wanted to release all the pent-up desire that enveloped my body that night.

So even though you were heavily dead-drunk, I started kissing your cheek while caressing your thigh, but you brushed my hand away. I tried to wake you up, but you turned over, facing away from me. Just a reminder, what you did was painful for a woman.

I decided to check my cellphone before going to sleep, and that's when I noticed the pile of texts from Sir Arman. I immediately felt anxious when I read them.

He was asking me to come to his house to continue what we had started. I replied to him saying that we might be seen by his children, but he quickly responded that he would take care of it.

I couldn't calm down at that moment, I was filled with doubt. I peeked through the window of our room to see their house, and I caught a glimpse of Sir Arman smoking by their gate. Maybe he was waiting for me.

There was anger in my eyes when I glanced at you while you were sleeping. I was truly hurt by your rejection. My heart was pounding as I peeked through the window. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath before finally leaving our bedroom as a married couple.

I went out past two in the morning, but because it was New Year's, there were still people walking and celebrating on the street. So I brought a container of food with our prepared meal, just so I wouldn't look suspicious.

Sir Arman just nodded when I approached him, and he let me inside the gate. We went straight into their house. "Just leave it here." he ordered, pointing to the food I was carrying, which I followed. He whispered that his children were already asleep, so there wouldn't be a problem.

We were even holding hands as we entered their room. We were still near the door when I was immediately greeted by a large picture of them as a couple hanging above the headboard. Because of that, I couldn't help but ask when his wife, who was in Saudi, would be coming home. He answered, not until next year.

He was behind me when I felt his two hands caressing my arms. "Don't think about my wife." he whispered as my gaze was fixed on their wedding photo. I looked back up towards him, to start catching his approaching kiss.

In those moments, I was confused again. His brief kiss already made me feel thrilled. Maybe, because this was also the first time I experienced something like this. It's different when there's a hint of sin, it becomes more exciting.

While our lips were locked, Sir Arman asked me if you were already asleep, and I nodded in response. Then I felt him brushing the straps of my dress from both my shoulders. I slid it onto my elbows, allowing them to fall to the floor.

He quickly turned me to face him, while I was only wearing a yellow inner garment. That's when I noticed that he no longer had a top on.

He stared at me intensely, which further ignited my itch. He embraced me again to kiss and unhook my bra, which I easily removed even though my mouth was busy kissing.

Your cousin suddenly stopped kissing to admire my breasts. "Your breasts stand so beautifully." he softly said. I just responded with a short laugh. He whispered to me that I was so fragrant and beautiful. I couldn't help but smile at his compliments, so I lightly tapped his chest and called him such a flatterer.

I didn't stop him when he placed my arms on his shoulders, followed by a heated scene of our lips. So I held him tightly. I also felt the pressure of my breasts against his bare body. That's when my lustful desire started to break free.

Our kissing didn't stop as we walked, he even supported me towards their marital bed. When I felt the mattress against my thighs, I let my buttocks fall onto it so I could sit at the edge of the bed while he remained standing.

We exchanged glances and shared a slight laugh when the bump on his pants coincidentally hit my face. I playfully tapped his thigh while laughing because I knew what he wanted.

As I untied the knot on his shorts, he suddenly asked me, "Can you handle it? I might be a little rough,". I stifled my laughter when I heard that because my suspicions about him were correct. I knew that was his style of intimacy. "It's up to you," I shyly replied.

To be honest, there's a small part of my femininity that seeks that kind of experience. It's also how my ex-boyfriend, Joseph's father, used to engage with me. You are not that type, my love, you are incredibly respectful towards me, even in bed. That's what I liked about you.

Sir Arman's hard meat popped out as I lowered his shorts. I was a bit surprised, so he laughed at my reaction. "Alright, now you know what to do," he instructed. I smiled up at him before wrapping my hand around his fully erect member. I noticed that my hand couldn't even cover half of it.

My desire intensified due to its length, so I leaned down and took his cock into my mouth. Despite the sweaty smell, it heightened my arousal even more. I heard him moan, saying that it felt amazing because my mouth was warm inside.

His words further aroused me, so I intensified my efforts, swirling my tongue around the head while slowly stroking him.

He suddenly spoke while I continued to move my head up and down on his shaft. He said that when you first introduced me to your family, he already knew that I had a hidden whore side. I couldn't respond because my mouth was busy pleasuring him. I even drooled on his meat before stroking and sucking it again.

He added that I was a decent woman, based on my conservative way of dressing. "If only your husband knew how to take care of your pussy, then I wouldn't have had the chance to steal you," your cousin jokingly said to you. But you don't know how, he proudly added.

I didn't know what kind of flirtation pushed me to respond to him, saying, "Then be the one who takes care of my thingy,". He just smiled at me and gave a forceful thrust into my mouth, and then we both laughed. We didn't stay in that position for long because I had to stop when I almost gagged on his cock.

He pointed to the pillow near the head of the bed, and I immediately understood his command. I quickly crawled and lay down there, filled with anticipation. While lying down, I boldly removed my remaining yellow panties.

I smiled and made eye contact with him as I took them off, while he positioned himself from my feet and then leaned forward until our faces were aligned.

I'm sorry, my love, but I was the one who initiated the embrace and kissed your cousin during those moments. Because I couldn't control my own arousal. I could even feel his hard and wet cock pressing against the top of my bikini area, intensifying my desire.

After a while, he knelt in front of me. He held onto both of my thighs and forcefully pushed them upward, causing my hips to rise and expose my entire womanhood. I couldn't help but curse in excitement, even though you know I'm not a promiscuous woman.

He slightly leaned down to spit on my slit. If you only knew, I was already breathless with anticipation for what he was about to do.

He instructed me to hold onto my thighs to keep my legs spread wide. I quickly followed his command. Finally, he grabbed his throbbing cock and pressed the head against my peeking clit, slowly moving down towards the entrance of my pussy.

As for me, I just waited for his penetration. I bit my lip while looking into his eyes, but he grinned at me as if teasing me further. If it weren't for my embarrassment, I would have begged just to be fucked by your cousin.

While his rock-hard cock was teasing my pussy, he asked again, "Who do you belong to?" I understood his question, so I whispered, "Only to you, only you, sir." He nodded and asked again, "And who can knock you up?"

I became nervous with his question, so I couldn't answer right away. But he forcefully pushed his cock into my dripping pussy, and the itchiness overwhelmed me. "You," I stuttered in response.