Affair With The Bengali – The last fuck Conclusion

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Some of you might think if I loved him so much why do I call him scoundrel. Will be revealing the same in this part.
As time progressed, Roy was giving Me less time and often weeks passed and we did not have sex. I knew Roy – he can leave meals for one or two days but he cannot leave a week without fucking Me. I stated asking him and he informed he had some legal issues regarding business. But then a month passed and I felt something must be going. At the same time I also started feeling uneasy. I started vomiting. I was worried. I tried reaching out to Roy but his phone was busy. I went to office and suddenly we had a group plan made to a distant restaurant. I was in no mood but since Roy wasn’t there as well so I agreed to the plan for the team outing. To My utter surprise , I found Roy was leaving that restaurant. I was sad, angry and so many emotions ran through My mind . I was broken. I already had tensions that I might be pregnant wit Roy’s child. Within 30 mins of the outing, I went back to My flat. I cried a lot but then decided I have to know what is going on. I took out information of some private detectives and contacted one asif sheikh and asked him to follow Roy. He promised Me to give Me information about Roy in a week. Meanwhile, I went to the doctor and thankfully I was not pregnant. It was just some weakness issue. Ok Folks, so the truth is while I was content that I wasn’t pregnant but somewhere I also wanted to bear Roy’s child since I really loved him.

A Week Passed

Asif came to Me with real photographs not the phone ones(At that time, there were no such hi tech smartphones). I was shocked to hear the facts. Roy was dating a 23 year old newly wed girl who was wife of some of his client. The client was too old and the woman was just a trophy wife for him. Let Me name the girl puja as of now. She was not at all pretty but had a somewhat good figure .I was dam angry. I felt disgusted , I was angry, I was sad.I was low on balance and a large amount of fees was left of asif. I was angry on Roy and wanted to take revenge on him.
Me:(holding asif’s thighs)I currently don’t have enough money. Can you come tonight to My place I will give you the money and smiled naughtily.
Asif took a breadth and agreed joyfully.

I got back home and I literally cried for hours. Roy already had a wife and I was bearing the pain. But I compromised with the pain thinking she is his wife and it is ok. I mean at that time, Bengali men somehow used to have an arranged marriage with Bengali women of same caste of their parents’ choice despite dating another woman. I was ok with that.But how can I be ok with some new woman in Roy’s life. Puja is just another third grade woman who married someone just for his money and was sleeping with some other man.I know people might feel even I am a gold digger but that is not the case friends. I literally had true feelings for Roy.

I feel when it comes to marriage, Bengali women are much more liberal than Bengali men. Bengali men are ok dating women from another community but when time comes for marriage they can’t fight with their parents. But yes, things have changed a lot nowadays I do see a lot of Bengali men having wives from different communities. I so wish I had a happy ending with Roy.
Sorry for boring you guys. let Me come back to the main story.
That night asif came to My place I dressed in a revealing dress and I in a seductive tone asked.
Me: I don’t have enough cash. DO you take payment in cash.
asif: (grinning) I do and came fast to Me and started kissing Me.
I replied him by kissing ferociously. I don’t know it was nothing like that which I had with Roy. It was so mechanical. Asif was fair and stereo typically had a better face but built wise he was no way near Roy. But anyway, it didn’t matter for Me. Maybe the best hunk of the world would have come to Me and it would be still same to Me. But I had to have sex to pay his fees.So I pushed him on the bed and started slowly opening his shirt.I opened his trousers as well . Then I opened My top and asif tried to squeeze My boobs. I felt so guilty and bad. I felt so terrible that I started crying. I thought asif would create a scene but thankfully he got startled.
Asif: Hey Sumaiyya, (stammering) no issues it is ok if you are not comfortable.
Me:I am sorry. I love Roy a lot. I don’t have enough money now and I wanted to take revenge on Roy because of which I offered you this. I promise I will pay you the full amount next month after I get My salary.
The next thing which asif said was so distasteful. I felt like puking.
Asif: Ok No Worries. But as a muslim, Sumaiyya I must say you should not be having an affair with a Hindu. They are like this . They have no character , they have no morals. They are into alcohol and drugs and what not.Bla Bla Bla and random racism.
I was so disgusted hearing all of this but I just said yes yes I know I will mend My ways. I took the photographs of Roy and puja. I paid him rest of his fees the next month. Asif did try to contact Me few more times but later I changed My ohone number and also residence.

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