Chapter 8: Repaying Valentine's Debt
I couldn't sleep after pouring my heart out to Vijay. His blood shot eyes were proof that he hadn't been able to sleep either. How I didn't end up in his bed, I have no idea. But today wasn't about us. Today was a take of two realities -- my daughter graduating in front of my eyes, while my husband fucks his boss on the other side of the world.
I didn't step out of the guest bedroom till it was almost time to leave. I don't think I could have been able to hold myself together if we ended up pouring our hearts out again this morning.
Vijay was pacing outside the bedroom and held me in a tight hug the moment he saw me. It wasn't a hug that spoke of love or desire. It was one that spoke of protection, compassion...he was there for me, whatever may happen from now on. In that one hug, he apologized for breaking my heart a million times since he walked away and I no longer cared what my husband was doing in India... or so I told myself.
We made our way to the car silently.
"Shit!" he cursed just as he started the car, "forgot my wallet. Will need it to pay for the lunch treat. Be right back."
"I can get it, just tell me where it is, your desk drawer?" I asked opening the door and extending a hand for the house keys.
"No not the drawer," he replied, a bit too sharply, as he handed me the house keys, "you don't need to get into that. the wallet should be right on the desk next to the big computer screen." Now why would he react that way? What was in the drawer that he didn't want me to see?
I dismissed the thought as I opened the door and headed to his work desk. I grabbed the wallet and turned to leave. Maybe it was my distrust in men or maybe it was just curiosity, I will never know, but I just couldn't leave. The drawer was right there -- two steps away, and I had to know.
I opened it and the first thing I noticed was a diary with "The Lost Dream" on the cover. As I picked it up, another paper spilled out of the desk on to the floor. Shit.
I picked up the paper first. It was a bank statement of an account called "Charmi's Education". He had opened a separate bank account for her? I glanced down the entries and my eyes went wide at the ungodly amount he had spent. And that was just in the last year.
I teared up instantly and returned the statement to the desk like it was burning my fingers. I couldn't do that with the diary though. My heart was thudding when I opened it to the last page. The last entry was from the day before my arrival in the US, after his last visit to Charmi...
"That girl makes my heart ache. She could have been my child if I had made different choices years ago. She keeps complaining about the needless spending. What is money over family? Yes, she is my family and always will be. Every dollar I spend is a sliver of the love I failed to give her mother. Reminder to self. She's not Neeta anymore. She's Sukhi's wife and Charmi's daughter. Keep it in your pants you horndog."
Horndog? I laughed at the word. And then I cried. He was calling himself a horndog while my husband was about to drop his pants to fuck his boss in a few hours. What a joke.
My phone rang... Vijay. "Did you fall asleep?" he asked laughing, "we don't have all day. Got to leave now or we will be late for the graduation."
"Still searching for it. Can't find it on the nightstand in your bedroom." I said making it up as I went.
"What are you doing there? I said it was on my desi next to the big computer screen."
"Shit, I am stupid." I ran on the spot a few steps and then added, "found it. Be right out." I placed the diary where I had found it, closed the drawer and ran out, locking the door behind me
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The entire graduation ceremony was such a professional and grand affair. My heart could have burst with pride as I watched my baby girl collect her degree, jumping out of my seat in the stands and clapping as loudly as I could.
He was clapping next to me, his face just as proud. In that moment every moral code, every restraint, every resolve just faded away. I turned to him with arms wide open. When he hugged me, I kissed him, melting in his arms, trying all I could do to shut the recurring image of my husband with his boss out of my mind.
His hands tightened around me as he pulled me into him. He moaned as my tongue found his. That which he wanted to keep in his pants was aching to burst through as it grew between my legs.
I don't know how long we stood kissing like that. But when we broke the kiss and sat back, I was clapping for every student as they collected their degree, but I wasn't there, I was thousands of miles away on the other side of the world, picturing my husband entering his his boss's house.
Tears started rolling down my face as I imagined her stripping his pants and taking his cock in her mouth.
"You ok?" Vijay asked.
"Yeah," I nodded, "overwhelmed with pride."
As Vijay held on to my shoulders, I started sobbing, imagining my husband between his boss's legs, submitting to her every command and devouring her pussy, though I knew he never really enjoyed doing that.
I imagined her asking him to eat her like he meant it, grabbing his head and thrusting herself in his mouth.
I imagined her keeping him there till she came in his mouth and making him drink every drop of her cum.
Did she really make her do it or was that also a lie? Was he now fucking her out of passion and enjoying it? Was he going fuck her ass too like he had all those years ago on Valentine's day?
My head collapsed on Vijay's chest as I cried my heart out.
"Shhh," he cooed, his voice vibrating through his ribcage and into my ear. "It’s over, Neeta. The struggle is over. Look at what she’s achieved. You did it."
He was taking no credit for his part in her success. "Thank you," was all I could mumble over and over as I cried my heart out.
"I've got you," Vijay whispered, his grip tightening, "I got you."
I couldn't say, how could I verbalize my gratitude for the money he spent, for being Charmi's rock and shield, for saying 'I got you' and meaning it, for remembering everything, for being a gentleman and keeping the horndog in the pants... and for being my partner in all that I would be doing from here on forward.
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The lunch was yet another surprise. I expected it to be the two of us with Charmi and Ria, but he had booked a table for 20! All the Indian students whose parents couldn't make it were there. Was this man real? This was a moment of celebration and celebrate we did. I won't ever forget how noisy 18 happy kids can be. As dinner came to an end, every student -- boy and girl -- hugged him tight before leaving. The kisses Charmi and Ria planted on his cheeks were genuine. Even Ria's kiss had no hint of flirtation. Just pure admiration and gratitude.
For once, I forgot what Sukhi was doing. Frankly, I didn't care anymore. I couldn't tarnish so much purity with those ugly thoughts. After lunch, we dropped Ria at the dorm. Charmi chose to return to his place to spend the day with us.
We drove through the city, Charmi made him drive us to every spot she loved, while she told me about it. The sun had set by the time we got to his place. Neither of us know when he had done it, but somehow he had found the time to order a "Congratulations" cake that arrived soon after. We had a private intimate celebration before we drove her back to the dorm.
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"About the kiss," I started when we were headed home.
"Don't worry about it. I know it was an emotional day. I am just glad I was standing next to you and not a horny stranger."
"Thank God for that," I said laughing with him. We were the proud parents that weren't, returning to a home that wasn't. And we were both lying with our jokes.
Midnight wasn't too far away by the time we reached his place, and the ugly thoughts of what might be happening in India reared their ugly head.
"Dinner?" He asked when we crashed into the couch.
"Are you nuts? Who has room for food after a day like this."
"True, but there's always room for ice cream to wash away pain." my head shot up at that comment. "You forget that men notice too Neeta. You weren't just overwhelmed. You were in India, living through the betrayal and pain, weren't you?"
"Guilty as charged," I conceded, "you've always known me better than I knew myself."
"And for that, you are sentenced to a tub of ice cream" he said running to the kitchen and returning with a a hub of -- of course, my favorite -- chocolate ice cream.
We shared the tub sitting the closest we had been since I landed in the US. And then I did it again... his eyes followed the trickle of ice cream down my chin, on my cleavage and down the valley between my breasts into my blouse.
"Some spilled," he said, pointing at my chin.
"You get it," I replied pointing my face and chin at him.
"Oh God Neeta," he groaned before burying his face between my breasts. He reached behind untying my blouse while he licked the ice cream. The clock started chiming the midnight hour. I grabbed his hair and made him face me.
"There's a lot more ice cream in my mouth."
"Fuck"
"Happy Valentine's Day."
And then our lips met. We left a trail of discarded clothes to his bed. When his tongue entered my pussy, he turned the clock back 20 years. When he sucked on my clit, I erupted like a faucet, my body shaking as I flooded his mouth.
When after my orgasm passed, he wouldn't stop. He kept eating me like he was making up for lost time. He made me cum again, and again, and again and drank every drop my pussy fed him. He ate me and I fed him for close to two hours (at least it felt that way).
I had to literally push him off and get on top before he would let me guide his hardness into me.
I was so wet, he slid in with ease, his thickness stretching me open. I rode him slowly at first, savoring the feeling of him inside me again after all these years. His hands gripped my hips, guiding me, urging me to move faster. I obeyed, my body meeting his thrusts with a desperate hunger.
I bent forward and watched a nipple disappear in his mouth while his fingers caressed the other.
I moaned as his tongue swirled around the sensitive bud, his teeth grazing just enough to send electric shocks straight to my core. My hips moved on their own, grinding against him, my pussy squeezing his cock in rhythmic pulses.
"I don't have condoms Neeta," he said finally as his cock started throbbing in my pussy
"Don't insult me," I said, "it's not just you that's been hungry. She's hungry for your cum too. I have waited 20 years for you to fill me.
That drove him insane and he started thrusting upwards with a fury that made me yelp in surprise.
"Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck," he kept mumbling into my nipple as he drilled me hard and deep.
"Wait for me Vijay, I'm almost there... wait for me." My voice was breathless, my nails digging into his shoulders as I braced myself against the storm of his thrusts.
"Fuck, Neeta—" His voice was strained, his control slipping. "I can’t—"
"You will," I panted, leaning back just enough to meet his gaze. His eyes were dark with desire, his jaw clenched tight...."just wait for me, fuck yes... oh GODDDDD! NOW!!!" I screamed as my orgasm hit me like a tidal wave, my entire body convulsing as my pussy clenched around his cock. My vision blurred as I felt a flood erupt from his cock and fill my depths.
"Neeta—" His voice was raw, desperate, as he buried himself deep inside me, his cock pulsing as he filled me with his cum. I could feel every hot, thick spurt, each one sending aftershocks through my body. I collapsed forward, my forehead pressing against his, our breaths ragged and intertwined.
We stayed like that for what felt like an eternity, our bodies still connected, our hearts pounding in sync.
"Neeta—" he said again...
"I know, you are still hard, I can feel you in me."
"I missed you."
"I missed you too. Now show me how much you missed me."