Marriage Apocalypse – Part 1

Hello All, Welcome to my fantasy world, inspired by real life. This is a story of my experience as a married man in a modern world where men often hold power. I am neither the hero nor the heroine of this story. Which role I play, you can tell me in an email. Sit back, relax, and enjoy the story.

I, Shailesh Vaidya, age 30, from Nagpur, Maharashtra, am a mechanical engineer, and I work at a mid-senior level. I got married one and a half years ago to Isha, my wife. It is an arranged marriage. She is a 25-year-old, 5’4, bubbly, and attractive girl. Hunky dory it was.

The first 6 months felt like a honeymoon. I was a virgin till I met her. The engineer who graduated from a tier-2 college, what else can be expected, right? That is for another story, another me. I let go of my past after marrying Isha. It was a fresh start for me.

And for her, as she told me, she also had a breakup in the past. She didn’t share many details, as it still hurts her. Our world was amazing, though. I felt lucky to have her as my wife. She is a treat to sore eyes, a sweet voice, and an amazing nature.

She was sanskari in front of parents and relatives and a complete diva in front of the world. People generally love her for her full bosoms, voluptuous yet fit body, and fair, smooth skin like butter. Oh, I love her smooth, silky body. Lips or red rose petals, I’m not sure.

I had my face buried under her vertical lips most of the time. And her gorgeous feet. She has the feet of a goddess. So divine. She likes to wear different heels, which makes her look more classy. Her wide round ass looks more prominent.

She was not a virgin. She told me this before marriage, and I was okay with it. Everyone has a past, and I respected her past. She was very sensitive about it. She told me that her parents didn’t let her marry her then-boyfriend, Sahil, because he didn’t have a job or a stable income. Eventually, they broke up.

I met Isha one year after her breakup, and we got married in the next three months. But she is great. She taught me how to have sex. She was not a virgin, so I asked her to teach me. About fucking and different positions. Sucking pussy and boobs. I love her so much and her amazing body.

For an average-looking person like me, it was nothing more than a miracle to have such a hot wife. She mostly wore sarees and salwars at home, as we live with our parents. Mostly every other night, we used to fuck, but later on, the intensity got less. We used to fuck once or twice a week.

Though Isha used to make me eat her pussy every day. She said she gets good sleep and forgets about all her household chores in a day, which makes her feel relaxed. I loved sucking her pussy as she kept it hairless always. It was so smooth and tasty that I used to devour it till she asked me to stop.

I did everything I could to keep her happy, whether it was her beauty parlour and spa, shopping, or Zumba classes. Everything. And for that, I used to work my ass off. Stuck in office politics and work pressure.

In factories, there are also workers. You have to manage them. Make a certain impression on them. Which I always failed to do. I was good at the technical part, but people management was not my thing. Some of the workers were rowdy and junkies also.

I looked timid in front of them, so they used to disobey. And for that, I had to hear from my seniors. Still, I managed to survive as Isha’s love and beauty kept me afloat and hopeful.

It was the last quarter of the business year. The management doubled our production target. It meant extra work and double stress. Mr. Shinde, our vice president, approved my request to hire additional workers so that these targets can be met.

I knew if I failed to do so, he would stop my promotion and not increase my salary. Mr Shinde is ruthless when it comes to targets. He is aggressive on the production floors, where he will shout at anyone who comes under his radar. I started conducting interviews with potential candidates.

I preferred strong and athletic men on the factory floor so that the production speed would not be hampered. The minimum qualification was a 10th pass for the job. I hired a few people whom I deemed fit for the work. All were strong men, suitable for the factory job.

Among them was Sahil Shaikh, a 28-year-old muscular and ripped individual, dark-skinned with a beard. He was the most educated among the workers. He had a Diploma.

The factory quickly got into action mode. Every day was hectic. First, the bosses were assholes, and the workers were dicks. Workers sometimes try to overpower the floor managers like me.

One day, the lunch was not ready when I was leaving for the office. So Isha told me she would send it to the factory before lunch break. That day, just before the lunch break, we were called into a meeting with Vice-President Shinde, which lasted much longer.

Until a peon came to announce that my wife, Isha, was here and looking for me. I excused myself from the meeting and went to meet her. She was wearing an orange-coloured, body-hugging saree. She was wearing a sleeveless blouse, which showed more than a glimpse of her cleavage.

Her mangalsutra finished just before her cleavage. Her logic is that sleeveless and deep necklines make her look taller. And she was wearing at least 4-inch heels, making her look very sexy.

With her red, luscious lips and minimal makeup, she stood out even brighter amidst the blue-coated, dark-skinned, rugged factory workers. She was standing there with Sahil. I went and said, “Hi, sorry, I hope I didn’t make you wait too long, dear.”

She smiled, chuckled, and said, “No. Not at all. Sahil here was accompanying me.” Sahil was standing just beside her. He stood tall, overshadowing her body.

On the other hand, I was a little shorter than Isha after she wore heels. I looked at Sahil. He was looking into my eyes directly.

I fumbled and said, ” Thank you, Sahil. You can go back to work.” When I said it, he fumed for a second and calmed down, looked at Isha and said, “Nice meeting you, aa… Isha umm… Madam.” Isha’s dovey, sparkling eyes looked into his eyes. She half-smiled and said goodbye to Sahil.

Sahil went away, looking back at her. All the workers on the floor were eyeing her from all angles. So, I felt like I was caught in a spot. But Isha was enjoying the more than a hundred eyes on her. Though she was looking at me, her movements were such that her body was signalling each worker’s dick.

Swinging her body, ass and hands gracefully that it entices cocks in the room. She said, “Sorry, the food must’ve gotten cold.” I said, “It’s okay. Let’s go to the canteen. We will have lunch together.” Everyone was staring at her until we went off the factory floor.

We reached the canteen. Isha said she would not have lunch. Instead, she picked up a coffee from the coffee machine and asked me to go ahead. She would join me with the coffee. When I entered, I saw that the canteen was empty, except for the VP, Shinde, and the people who were in a meeting with me.

They saw and called me. Shinde said, “Sorry, Shailesh. Because of me, lunch got delayed. We are almost finished. Please join us.” I said, “Thank you, sir. But my wife, Isha, is with me.” Before I could finish the sentence, “So what? She will join us too. At least we will get to know her.”

I sat in the chair. Meanwhile, Isha came walking to the tables. Her heels sound made everyone’s head turn towards her. With coffee in one hand, putting her hair behind her ears, she shyly smiled at everyone. “Please join us, Mrs. Vaidya.” Mr Shinde said.

Pointing towards the only empty chair, which was beside him. Isha coyly sat between two men on the chair. Suddenly, everyone was interested in her, and I was almost nonexistent. “Shailesh, you didn’t tell me you have such a beautiful wife. You are very lucky to have a wife like Mrs. Vaidya.” Shinde said.

Before I could say anything, my wife said, “Call me Isha. Sir.” Shinde, intrigued, tried to tilt towards her and said, “Then you call me Samar, Isha.” Isha blushed. Others also started asking her questions. Complimenting her beauty and fitness and making fun of me being fat and bald.

I didn’t like it, but I smiled on their face. I quickly finished lunch. Everyone else was busy checking her cleavage, slender arms, and open midriff as if they were infatuated with her. Isha was mostly talking with Shinde sir and calling him by his name, which I discovered today only.

“Shinde sir, Isha makes delightful mutton. You should eat her mutton sometimes.” I blurted something to get their attention on me. “Of course, I would love to eat her mutton”. Everyone laughed, and Isha blushed, looking at Shinde sir.

Isha went home while my day at work was still going on. The factory is a weird place. Filled with only men. And in that, they saw a beautiful mirage-like Isha. Suddenly, people at the factory were smiling at me and were being nice to me. I realised it was because of my wife Isha’s short visit.

Everyone wanted to get her, but she was only mine. I thought so until Peon came and asked me to join Mr. Shinde in his cabin. I went and sat in a chair in front of him. He had a cunning smile on his face and said, “Come, Shailesh. Your wife is  really something.”

I smiled and said, “Thank you, sir. I am a lucky man.” Mr. Shinde laughed out and said, “No, you fool.  Anyone is lucky but you.” I was amazed at what he was saying. He turned his computer screen towards me to show CCTV footage. And I received the biggest shock of my life.

A worker and a lady were in a cold room, and that lady was sucking a cock while bending down. Her back was towards the camera. But it didn’t take much time to realise that it was my wife Isha sucking Sahil’s cock. He had his hand on her head and was pushing her head on his dick as if he was forcing her.

I lost the ground even though I was sitting. A sky came falling when Mr Shinde said, “I am sorry, Shailesh. I know you must be going through a lot. I need to find this worker and terminate his employment immediately. How dare that filthy worker touch a woman like Isha?”

He looked angry while I was in a state of unrecoverable shock. I must have felt angry, but the only feeling inside me was complete devastation. I realised if Shinde sir fired Sahil, everyone would know the reason. My reputation and respect would be over.

I said, “It seems she was forced into it, sir. But please don’t let this thing out.”

“Are you crazy, Shailesh? Your wife willingly went with him in a cold room. I saw the entire footage. They were fucking in a bloody fucking cold room. This is not acceptable at our company.”

I broke and started crying. I was now worried about my job, Isha, my marriage, and everything.  I didn’t want this thing to come to light, but I also didn’t want to lose the job. “Sir, please, I beg you. Don’t take any action. I will do whatever you say, but don’t let this matter go outside.”

Shinde Sir smiled and said, “See, Shailesh, it happens when a woman is not happy with her husband. They are very good at hiding it. And Isha is such a ravishing beauty. She deserves the fun.”

I was disheartened by his words, “What are you saying, sir? Please delete this footage. I beg you.”

Shinde sir got serious and said, “I will give you a deal. I will delete this footage, but you have to let her be my wife for one day. In return, I will make sure that no one in the company knows about this and will not take any action against you or Sahil.”

What could I say? My wife was becoming both the problem and the solution. I love her so much. I didn’t want to make more out of this situation, but I hated Sahil and wanted to thrash him. I didn’t know what to say, so I started crying.

“You are such a sissy Shailesh. You don’t have to answer now, but please let me know soon. Also, take this video clip copy for you.” He didn’t delete the footage but gave me a copy of it instead. I put my head down in shame and walked out of his office.

I reached home, still absorbing what had unfolded that day. Isha was at home in a good mood, cooking food and humming. She was happy to see me and said, “You look tired, baby. It was great at your factory, and you told me it’s a boring place. I hope I didn’t mess it up in front of Mr. Shinde.”

I was looking at her lips moving while she spoke. Realising just in the afternoon, these beautiful lips were wrapped around a worker’s cock. “No. It was fine.” I blurted out and went to get fresh, thinking nothing would be the same in my life again.

There was still time for dinner. So I closed my bedroom door and played the footage Shinde gave me in the afternoon. I saw Isha come walking with the security guard, holding a tiffin in her hand. It seems she was inquiring about me on the factory floor while I was in the meeting with Shinde sir and others.

She was given a chair to sit in and maybe asked to wait for me. The security guard who came to escort her and other workers had their eyes glued on her. After 5 minutes, she kept the tiffin on a chair and went out to take a stroll in the factory premises.

Our factory is small but surrounded by large trees, so it’s always nice and breezy. Isha was walking in the passage when I saw a worker hurry by, wiping sweat from his brow and holding her hand. Isha, seemingly scared, looked back, and she had her mouth wide open in shock.

I saw the face of a worker, it was Sahil. They were in an intense argument as if Isha was taking his class for forcefully holding her hand. But within a minute, she was crying and hugging Sahil. I didn’t understand what was happening.

Then Sahil held her by both her naked arms, said something, and led her away towards the cold room.  Generally, there won’t be anyone in a cold room. Once they entered the cold room, Sahil led her to a corner and began hugging and kissing her face.

Isha also started hugging him back with the same intensity as if they were long-lost lovers. And with that, though, everything started making sense. Sahil was Isha’s ex-boyfriend. Oh my God. Sahil was kissing and licking her neck while Isha writhed and enjoyed herself in Sahil’s huge arms.

He was caressing her soft arms, open back, and slim waistline. What a sight it was, my beautiful wife in a saree enjoying herself in the arms of a huge, strong man. Soon, they were in a French kiss, kissing each other like crazy.

After kissing each other for 5 minutes straight, Sahil stopped, looked at Isha with love, and pressed his hand on Isha’s head. Her eyes widened, head nodding to say no. But Sahil held her hand and kept it on his dick. Isha laughed naughtily and started feeling his crotch while looking him in the eye.

Sahil again kept his hand on Isha’s head and pushed her downwards. This time, without showing any resistance, Isha bent and sat on her knees and opened and started unbuckling Sahil’s pants. Sahil hurriedly opened his zip and pulled his underwear down.

Bam! his 7 Inches long and very thick circumcised black cock hit on Isha’s face.  Isha put her hand on Sahil’s cock and started taking a whiff of it. Her small hands, with nails painted in light pink colour, looked smaller than Sahil’s huge cock. On the other hand, my dick gets covered with her single hand.

Her two hands also couldn’t cover his dick. Sahil pushed his dick towards Isha’s pink and full lips. Isha opened her mouth and took his shaft in her mouth. And started rolling her tongue on his dick top and kissing its head. She was trying to take it inside her mouth.

But her lips could hardly wrap around one-fourth of his dick. That’s when Sahil starts pushing his dick in her mouth, and Isha starts gagging. I saw it in Shinde Sir’s cabin. I thought he was forcing her, but the story was completely different here. It was because of his big cocks size that she was gagging.

Isha started to slurp and wet the entire length of his cock with her lips and tongue. Sahil slowly guided her head towards his testicles. His ball sack looked big and full. Isha rubbed her nose on it while sucking and nibbling his balls. Sahil closed his eyes and was enjoying the blowjob.

Sahil held Isha’s hair from the back and pulled her up. He started kissing her and exchanging saliva. Isha was like a fully aroused tigress pouncing on the Hulk like Sahil. Soon Sahil grabbed her big round ass and started pressing it. Isha was going crazy and said something to Sahil.

Sahil moved her front towards the wall, and Isha stood, bending from the back and spreading her legs. Sahil lifted her saree and a petticoat and slid her panties down. He placed his dick on the opening of her pussy and started pushing. Isha held his dick and guided it correctly inside her.

As her face was towards the wall, I couldn’t see her face. But Sahil was pushing his dick in and out of her pussy, sometimes grabbing her by her boobs and hair. Slowly, he increased his pace. His speed was like a piston in the factory. He was giving very powerful strokes, spanking her ass in between.

Isha’s body language looked like she was enjoying his dick a lot. She was moving her ass and taking it in. When she moved her head for air, I could see the extreme pleasure on her face. After about 20 minutes of intense fucking, it seemed Sahil exploded inside her.

Both were panting. Isha quickly pulled her pants up and started adjusting her saree. Their eye met. Isha gave a warm smile while Sahil kissed her forehead, and she rested her head on Sahil’s wide chest. She was still breathing heavily. Isha went to the loo.

She adjusted her avatar, which Sahil had destroyed. Applied lipstick, which Sahil ate. Meanwhile, Sahil came with a water bottle for her. Isha drank water and came out of the cold room, and Sahil came out a minute later. She came and possibly inquired about me again.

The Peon left the floor. Sahil came and stood by her, and they chatted and smiled at each other. At that moment, I entered the factory floor from the meeting I was attending.

Wow! What a watch that was. While looking at it, my dick didn’t get erect but instead shrunk a little more. But it had oozed a pre-cum, which left a patch in my underwear. I felt a void inside me.  I didn’t know how to react to this. I consoled myself and quietly went to the dining table.

Isha was beaming today. I found out why she has such a glow on her face today. It was because of Sahil. I went to the bedroom and lay on the bed. Isha came after finishing her chores, changed into her nightdress, and slept on the other side. She touched my dick and said, as usual, “Is my ‘Stuart Little’ asleep?”

I got to know why she calls my dick ‘Stuart Little’ as her ex was so big. I was fuming within. I said, “No. I am not sleeping.” She came near me, cuddling. Her smell is so intoxicating that I lose control over myself, no matter how angry I am. “But your Stuart Little is always sleeping. And I need to relax.”

It is like every day was my cue to suck her pussy. I don’t know why I wanted to suck her pussy even though I was betrayed. But I also wanted to fuck her brains out like Sahil did. So I sucked her pussy. It tasted unusually different today. Very sloppy and wet.

I instantly knew it was Sahil’s cum that I was tasting. She was enjoying me eating her pussy. I felt I was getting hard, so I hurriedly pulled my dick out and pushed it inside her pussy. And I couldn’t feel a thing even though my entire cock was inside.

Isha saw my expression and started making fake sounds asking me to fuck her harder. Her pussy was definitely stretched a lot today by Sahil’s manhood. With that thought, I instantly felt like cumming, I pulled my dick out and cummed in my hand.

Isha doesn’t like me cum on her as it makes her dirty and sticky, and cumming inside is not an option as we are not planning for a baby.  I saw the cum in my hand and started crying. It was post-nut clarity, and I said to Isha, “How can you do that to me? And that too with a mere worker. I loved you so much.”

Seeing me cry, Isha hugged me, and she also started crying, saying, “I am sorry, Shailesh. Sahil is my ex, and he came in front of me, and I don’t know how it happened. I love you so much, Sah… Shailesh.” Isha was in shock, as I was, about what had happened that day.

It was a day that sealed my fate. Now, I have to save my job, my wife, and my reputation, all three things. How will this happen? If you have read this far, it means you liked the story.

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