Cheated

By Eddie Slain

A top-flight solicitor by day and a punk-busting trainee policeman by night, Kaam has it all: a loving wife, a supportive family and a bright future.

Then she comes along, a sweaty voluptuous fantasy wrapped in Lycra, bursting into his life and turning it upside down.

Innocent infatuation becomes full-on obsession.

As Kaam's life spins out of control, he seizes hold of the only thing he can trust...but will it be enough?

• Language: English
• Publisher: Eddie Slain
• Release date: Oct 31, 2016
• ISBN: 9781370443628

Eddie Slain

Eddie Slain has been dreaming in bright red and hot pink for most of his life, fighting the urge to write what he sees whenever he closes his eyes.Now everyone can indulge in Eddie's dark side.Dip inside, enjoy the rush.

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Chapter 1: Rebirth

England’s wet, green summer browns into autumn as quietly buzzing bees tuck into their hives.

Deep in the darkening wood, a robin redbreast interrupts its song, and swoops down to inspect a movement on the forest floor.

The tiny bird pecks at a bulge in the soil, hopping excitedly in a half-circle as it works out its prize.

Dirt-encrusted fingers burst up through the earth to seize, crush, and drag the bird underground.

Chapter 2: Marriage

You look gorgeous.

I’ll be right back.

Kaam’s gaze follows Kulvinder’s heart-shaped bum up the stairs as it stretches her tight silk dress. Her sensual wake drags him forward.

A sudden drop in temperature freezes him, his right foot on the bottom step.

Waheguru, save me from the all-seeing Nani.

He takes his foot back and turns slowly, pretending not to see his grandmother’s toothy grin.

Not for the first time he wonders how Nani manages to clamber onto the tall stool by the breakfast bar, when she always seems so slow and heavy getting into and out of his car.

She smiles and winks at him, before resuming tapping the rim of her teacup to the beat of the Bollywood film flickering on the small, kitchen TV in front of her.

His eyes are drawn to the tiny screen where the scantily clad, brown-skinned, beautiful women dance, undulate, click their finger cymbals, and laugh as they weave around their male counterparts.

He is in the film. His heat rises as the now completely naked harem kneel before him and pay homage to his throbbing cock.

A hand on his wrist makes him jump.

I’m sorry. Did I interrupt something?

Kulvinder checks Nani is still watching TV as her hand drops from Kaam’s wrist, down his middle finger, to ‘inadvertently’ bump the bulge in his trousers.

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The roar of the BMW’s engine vibrates sensuously as he steals a side glance at Kulvinder, sitting upright in the passenger seat, her shapely legs crossed.

He pauses to tuck his growing heat under his belt.

We’re going to Auntie Sims’.

I know. I was just letting Taan warm up.

I don’t know why you have to give your car a female name, especially one that means beautiful body. Isn’t my body good enough for you?

All men name their cars after women. You could call your car Kamna, for desire. I know that’s all I think about when I see you. He caresses her leg. Because I love your body.

Not in front of the house.

He takes his hand back with a pout. She taps his arm.

You can be such a child. Ok. I will name my car. I’ll call him Eddie, for Eddie Vedder. A friend at work introduced me to him this week.

Why not someone closer to home, like Apna? Kaam flicks on the radio and bops his shoulders to Apna Sangeet Vaje Apna Sangeet.

She laughs as he drops his mouth open, puts his arms up in the air, and starts working it like he’s in a Bollywood film. She dances with him, the two of them wiggling and giggling as he turns up the music.

Apna’s better than Eddie, no?

Apna’s good. Eddie’s also good. Now we really must get moving, or Auntie will be angry.

Chapter 3: Family

You wouldn’t stop talking about us moving out. Do you hate my family that much?

Don’t be silly. I love your family. But I’m sure that your mum, dad, and Nani, would appreciate a bit of space. Kulvinder raises her eyebrows at Kaam as drunken giggles bleed through the ceiling above them. And with Sanjeet and Sada living upstairs we don’t really have any privacy.

You’re right. Sanjeet and Sada should move out. They’re going to have children soon. Children shouldn’t have to share a room with their parents.

Chapter 4: Work

I don’t get it, Dan. We have everything we can possibly need. Home cooked food, clean laundry, family to talk to. What more can she want?

Her own family?

Maybe. Did I tell you? I signed up to be a special constable.

Like a volunteer policeman?

More like a policeman in training.

I guess that compliments being a lawyer.

Solicitor. But being a special constable is much more exciting.

I thought they just wandered the streets with real cops, telling kids off for spitting in the gutter.

No. Those are police community support officers – PCSOs. They’re just glorified metre maids. Special constables have the same powers as normal police. We even got called up to support another force at a riot.

You’re kidding.

Seriously. It was intense. We heard there was looting going on, so we advanced in a line, heading for the protestors. I couldn’t hear anything above the stomping of our own feet. It felt amazing to be marching in line. Like war.

Weren’t you worried about getting hurt?

No, man. I come from a long line of Khalsa. Sikh warriors.

This may sound stupid, but don’t Sikh men usually wear turbans?

That’s called ‘Kech,’ one of the 5 sacred Kakkar’s, or ‘K’s,’ of Sikhism. That’s old school. Since our people moved to Europe a lot of Sikh men have taken to cutting their hair. I cut mine off when I turned fifteen.

How long was it by then?

Down to my legs. It was a right nuisance to keep clean. And I used to sweat like anything. Cutting it off made me feel lighter, free.

How did your family react?

My mom cried a bit, but in the end she was ok. Deep down, I think she was relieved. We always used to fight about it. I hated sitting still for her to plait my hair, while all my mates were out playing football.

And your dad?

He’s old school, only taking off the Kirpan when he goes out in public. That’s the dagger, another of the 5 k’s. He says he doesn’t want to scare people by carrying around a blade. I can tell it breaks his heart every time he has to leave it at home. No. My dad was ok. He just wants his kids to be happy. It was my grandmother, Nani, who was really upset. She locked herself in her room for a week, only coming out to go to temple. In the end she came ‘round. But ever since then I could feel her watching me closely, as if expecting me to spout a tale, or grow horns through what’s left of my hair.

Does cutting your hair mean you’re no longer Sikh?

Not at all. I’m still a Sikh. Kaam shakes his bangle at Dan. Another of the 5 k’s – ‘Kara.’ It represents the one, everlasting God.

You’ve told me about the hair-

Kech.

And the dagger-

Kiran.

And Kara, the bracelet. What are the other two K’s?

Kangha, which is a comb that Sikh men and women wear in their hair at all times. It represents cleanliness. Kaam smiles as Dan sneaks a peek at his hair. It wouldn’t stick in my hair now that it’s short. But I do keep one on me, he pulls out a comb from his back pocket.

And then there’s Kachera, which is a type of underwear that Sikhs wear. Kaam laughs at Dan’s expression. It’s nothing weird. It’s meant to allow us to be ready to fight at any moment. We are warriors. Kaam puffs out his chest. We’re the only tribe, aside from the Mauri, to stop the British Empire cold in its tracks. We even have our own martial art, called Gatka.

Did you have to use it in the riot?

No. A few of the young protestors smashed some shop windows and knocked over a few bins. But even without protective gear we scared the shit out of them. Kaam leans into Dan to whisper conspiratorially, Although, I did get to nick one of ‘em.

What’d that feel like?

Better than sex.

Chapter 5: Money

Why do we have to be so quiet?

Your family can hear us walking around in here. I am sure they can hear the noise this bed makes.

There’s nothing wrong with this bed.

Kulvinder shifts slightly, raising her eyebrows at the screech of metal on metal.

Maybe you shouldn’t move around so much.

You want me to lay still? Fine. I’ll lay still.

That’s not what I meant.

When can we move out?

We need to save up the money.

Then maybe we shouldn’t go on holiday.

It’s booked. We’re going. Nothing ever makes you happy.

You make me happy. She cuddles up to him, kissing and licking his ear as she grasps his growing heat, I just want us to be alone together. Just the two of us.

We’ll be alone together on holiday.

His phone beeps.

What’s that?

A reminder.

For what?

To take the car in for a tune up.

Didn’t you take it in last month?

To upgrade the ceramic breaks.

You could just slow down.

What’s the point of having a sports car if I don’t go fast?

How much do we spend on your car every year?

It doesn’t matter. It’s my money, and I can bloody well spend it any way I want.

He bounces out of bed.

Where are you going?

To get away from you. You’re suffocating me.

We don’t have to talk. She sits up, letting her slip fall off of her right breast. We could keep our mouths busy another way.

Chapter 6: Shaft

Slowly.

He marvels at the size of his own biceps as he slips his full length into her.

Oh, Kaam.

Her eyes grow wide.

Yes.

He leans forward to kiss her but she turns her face, squishing up her nose at her excitement still glistening on his lips and chin.

Well, fuck you, then.

He buries his face in the pillow next to her, his thumbs digging into her hips as he hammers his irritation into her.

He is no longer on top of Kulvinder, but is instead shoving his hard cock into a mass of naked brown flesh as the Bollywood dancers lick, suck, stroke, squeeze, and finger him towards orgasm.

He lifts himself up on his palms, his eyes shut tight with concentration as he reaches the edge. A burst of laughter throws him out of his dream.

He opens his eyes to Kulvinder’s guilty grin.

I’m sorry, but the face you were making was funny.

His penis twitches, spitting his empty failure into her.

Chapter 7: Chance

Peat crunches underfoot. Air bites through his lungs, forcing him to breathe shallow as he adjusts to the cold.

His penis grows as he remembers the look on Kulvinder’s face as he had made her come with his lips and tongue before slipping his rock hard cock into her warm, moist centre.

Her laughter echoes in the wind in the leaves, shrinking him even as his rage grows.

Bitch. How dare she laugh at me? I made sure she came first!

He widens his stride, slowing his step to avoid friction burning that most delicate part of his body, as his mind wanders up and down his wife’s body.

Perfect ass, great legs, fantastic fanny, and her mouth …

He remembers how Kulvinder’s top lip curls, subconsciously mimicking Bollywood bad boy Salman Khan’s smirk whenever he interviews the latest Big Boss evictee.

I know what she needs.

Jagged breathing evens out. His heart hits a steady rhythm. His legs follow suit, speeding up, flowing wider and faster, his arms pumping hard as he imagines chasing Kulvinder through the woods.

She’s no more than a will’o’th’wisp, perfect ass outlined in silk as she stretches one leg in front of the other. Her ghost dodges through the trees, pausing momentarily to look back, egging him on, drawing him away from the well-warn bridle-path and into the woods.

He has to pay closer attention here, moving at speed through thick undergrowth, where the slightest hole or tree root could send him sprawling head first into nettles and thorns.

His head feels dizzy, as if his cock is stealing all of the blood and oxygen from his brain. Still he pushes on, closing in on Kulvinder’s phantom with each step.

He sees