les histoires de chrislebo

By now the Master had undone his trousers and lowered them presenting his hairy arsehole to me. Pathetically I reached forward with my head, extended my tongue and began to lick the rim of his arsehole. He pushed back onto my face, ******* my tongue deeper and I then felt Lisa's hands on my hips and the dry plastic of the tip of the dildo press on my ass cheeks. Her hands pulled my cheeks apart and without further ado she rammed the dildo into my exposed backside.

It hurt like hell and I could do nothing save for try to concentrate on licking my Master as I was roughly ass fucked. Lisa seemed determined to make me squeal and when I managed not to react to her first insertion she became harder and harder in her thrusts until I could not help opening my mouth and howling. I was lost in my own pain and *********** when I heard Julie speak again.

"Oh my god look at his dick he's getting turned on by this".

And it was true I had a raging erection.

Lisa continued to pump hard and enthusiastically into me, at turns slapping my backside and calling me all the demeaning names she could think of as she thrust harder and harder. By now my tongue was buried in the Master and I licked him out with all the enthusiasm I could muster, and yes there was no doubt , despite myself I was turned on. I wasn't the only one though as I noticed the Master was fully hard again, Lisa was definitely getting off on fucking me and from the encouraging noises they were making Julie and Louise were too.

I felt a hand (Julie's) circle the base of my cock and begin to jerk it off while Louise held a large beer glass from my kitchen under it. In seconds my cock started twitching and I shot a full load of sperm into the glass, Julie's soft hand milking me expertly.

The Master looked over his shoulder and saw what was occurring and told Louise to bring him the glass and he also shot a load of cum into the glass to mix with mine. She set the glass to one side as Lisa continued while the Master seemed satisfied with my rim-job stood up, pulled up his trousers and watched Lisa bring herself off while continuing to penetrate me. Finally she finished and pulled the dildo from me, quickly unstrapping it. She stood back to straighten her clothes as I stayed on hands and knees trying to come to terms with what had happened that afternoon.

Julie walked over to the discarded strap-on and carefully picked it up, she moved to my face and said" I want to see you lick this clean you bastard."

I looked to my Master but knew his reply and I was right as he nodded to me so I opened my lips and Julie fed the length of dirtied plastic into my gagging mouth. The three girls gathered round to goad and mock me as I sunk even lower before them, while the Master took the glass and headed to my bathroom.

The taste in my mouth was foul and I hated myself as I greedily sucked the dildo but again the *********** was turning me on. Just then Master returned with the glass only now it was filled to brimming and the unmistakable stench of urine came to my nostrils. He handed me the large glass and I looked in disgust at it. The two lots of cum floating in a thick head on top of a full glass of his yellow piss.

This was too much. I could not do this and pleaded with my eyes to all four of them but was met with looks that all wanted the same thing – to see me ***** this awful concoction while they watched me. My masochistic and self destructive instinct took over me and I felt that it wasn't my hand that gripped the handle of the glass and lift it to my mouth. Master nodded and I began to let the fluid into my mouth.

"Don't swallow it slave! Hold it and swirl it in your mouth" I did as he ordered and when he instructed it I let some cum and piss run from my mouth and down my chin onto my torso. All the time the girls took photographs on their camera phones. It tasted horrible but on command I swallowed it and drank the full glass, drips escaping my lips. What a pathetic sight I must have made.

Before I had quite finished the glass the Master took it from me and proceeded to empty the last of it over my head so that I knelt there before them all with cum and piss dripping from me onto my bedroom carpet. The girls got more pictures of me before leaving. Julie was last to leave and she glanced back from the doorway to see me looking up at her feebly. This seemed to set her off and she stormed back over to me and kicked me hard in my balls, making me flop onto the wet floor in pain.

"To think I even wasted one minute on a pathetic **** like you!" and with that she stormed out.

The Master left soon after leaving me lying pathetically on the floor, naked and humiliated. He left a note on the sideboard before he went.

"There's instructions on that to where you should be and how dressed next Saturday morning. I expect complete obedience."

THE NEXT SATURDAY

I stood on a cold and wet Saturday morning freezing waiting for the Master to appear. I had no choice really, what had happened to me the week before was terrible and I hated myself for it but he had access to those pictures and witnesses to what I had done and also I had no choice because despite it all I had never been so turned on and excited in all my life. I thought about it daily and the prospect of what may occur the next Saturday.

The note had told me to be at a small car park on the edge of town at 9:30 and to only be wearing a long trench coat. Nothing else , and that if I wore any other clothes he would have me strip there and then. So there I stood shivering, having waited twenty minutes already when he came around the corner.

He walked up to me and began to unbutton my coat, I worriedly looked around – there were a few early morning shoppers at the far side of the car park. He undid the last button and swept the two sides of the coat apart to stare at my nakedness.

"Good. Well done Slave," and he reached down and gave my cock a slow stroke, "Now do it up and follow me."

I did as instructed and he led me over to the old style public toilets that bordered the car park. He took me in and we entered the last cubicle on the left. The place stank of stale urine and there was a constant drip from over to the left.

"Take off your coat, now give it to me, now get on your knees. That's it, slide your legs back around the toilet bowl."

I obeyed his every command and once I was positioned as he wanted her took a length of rope from his pocket and tied it around one of my ankles, he flung the rope over behind the cistern and tied it to my other ankle, this wasn't looking good for me. He took two further pieces of rope from his pocket and tied them around my wrists and tied the ends to the grating at the top of either side of the cubicle. My arms were stretched up and behind me ******* my face forwards.

"You're going to have a real interesting day slave" and with that he left the cubicle , attaching a Velcro strap to the door so that it wouldn't open easily but a firm push would open the door. I knelt there in comparative silence , nervously awaiting what would happen to me.

Some time passed and I heard the noise of footsteps in the toilets, they came slowly along the building towards my cubicle and I gulped when I saw the door move inwards. With the way my body was tied I could do nothing else but look into the eyes of the man who entered and register surprise and dismay to see that it was Malcolm, a guy who worked under me at work a year ago and who I had to sack for misconduct.

There was a wicked smile on his face as her unzipped his trousers and whipped out a medium sized cock that was rapidly hardening.

"I'm gonna really enjoy this " he snarled at me as he ****** my lips apart and inserted his cock into it.

I had never liked Malcolm since he had started working at the sales office I worked in, one month after he started I was promoted and made sure he wouldn't get away with his slacking as he had done in his first month. He was about 22 and thought he knew it all and could get away with it. I hate to say it but I got a secret pleasure telling him he was sacked and now here I was tied up of my own free will and taking Malcolm's cock into my willing mouth. It wasn't long before I was getting turned on by my humiliating situation and he laughed seeing me get hard at being ****** to give him a blow job.

"I never had you for a cock sucking faggot, asshole " he commented as he thrust his thin dick right into my throat ******* me to deep throat him, "Man, I couldn't believe it when this Max told me you'd be here like this - man."

He came pretty quickly, holding my head firmly as he shot his spunk into my throat and making me swallow his full load. When he withdrew he seemed suddenly conscious of his surroundings and couldn't get away quickly enough , though he paused long enough to spit fully on my face before he left.

I knelt there for more than half an hour the sour taste of Malcolm's cum in my throat and his spittle drying on my face when I heard footsteps enter the facility and braced myself for my next potential encounter. The door was slowly poked open and into my view came a long, dark nightstick, to my fright I saw it was being held by a tall, muscular ,coloured policeman!

All sorts of things went through my mind, how I could talk my way out of this situation, I had been attacked or.. Anything to prevent being busted. Then he prodded the nightstick into my mouth and I realised he wasn't here to arrest me but to be serviced by me. I sighed a sigh of relief and then I laid eyes on his cock - it was huge! As his stick probed my mouth he unzipped his trousers and a massive black cock sprang to attention in front of me, it was so big I doubted it would fit in my mouth. He seemed to be testing that out by using his nightstick to stretch either side of my gaping mouth and then he fit that hog of a cock into my mouth, slipping his weapon out as his penis entered.

I gagged immediately and panicked and struggled for breathe, he had to instruct me to "Breathe through your nose Bitch!". I tried but it was a struggle , he must have been 14 inches long and had a huge girth, my tongue doing little other than licking the underside of his dick as he pushed gently in and out. I hate to think what damage he could have done if he had been as rough as Malcolm had been with me.

When he came after a good twenty minutes of me taking his meat, and by then I was enjoying it, he pulled out and pulled back his foreskin and aimed his pulsing penis at my steady face and unleashed a torrent of cum over my features, my face was literally coated in his sticky cum when he unzipped and without saying anything further left me to kneel as some of his cum dripped off my gasping face.

Three more men came in the next two hours, all well spaced and through my haze of cock I realised that no-one else was using the toilet, it was either very quiet or Max had set this up really well. Who was this man? The men seemed to take their lead from the cop and all of them made sure to give me a facial with their cum as they came leaving me an increasing mess with each blow job.

It was about three in the afternoon by the time the next 'visitor' arrived. By this point I was really uncomfortable, my knees were sore from kneeling in the cold and wet all day and my arms were tired from being pulled in the direction they were in. I was stiff all over and just wanted the day to be over. Then suddenly the door swung inwards and someone came in, my view wasn't as clear as before as my eyes had been a target for the previous guys and a crust had formed around them blurring things slightly. However, looking up at him I thought I recognised him and when he spoke it came rushing back to me.

"Hey Nancy Boy, remember me."

How could I forget, at school only one person had called me that, Graham Spink, the class bully who had taken an immediate dislike to me and spent the best part of four years making my life a hell. He was bigger and meaner than me and had realised that I wasn't the type to fight back so he took advantage physically and verbally, calling me all sorts of names, especially 'Nancy Boy'. All those horrible memories came back to me and here I was tied up, on my knees, caked in other men's cum, confronted by the chief tormentor of my teenage years. This would be terrible I knew. I had hated him then and consoled myself with the knowledge he would grow up to be a waster while I would be a success.

He slapped my cum-covered face pretty hard as he inspected my predicament and took out his cock. He had no intention of shoving it into my mouth, as he took delight in telling me, "he wasn't a faggot cocksucker like me". What he did do though was handle his prick so it pointed at me and unleashed a fast spray of yellow, acrid urine all over my exposed face. It splashed off my head, into my eyes, up my nose until it settled on my mouth.

"Come on open up Nancy Boy" he goaded me.

To my shame and *********** I found my mouth opening up and I took the full ***** of the spray into my mouth, swallowing some of the vile liquid while the rest swirled around in my mouth before dribbling down my chin to the stone floor. It seemed to go on forever but when at last he finished, the cubicle stank even more than before and my entire body seemed to be soaked with his piss. He zipped up, smirked at me then shook his head at how pathetic I was and left.

I had three more men to suck off that afternoon, I did it almost mechanically, my spirit crushed by then and when at 5:30 Master Max cam to release me I flopped pathetically onto the stone floor. He had one final *********** for me though and he ordered me to crawl on hands and knees, naked into the main area of the toilets and up to the tiled floor before the urinal trough. This was overflowing and stank. He explained to me how that morning he had jammed it up and that each of my visitors had been encouraged to take a piss in it before leaving.

He took out a video camera and told me matter-of-factly that I would have to ***** it dry before he would allow me to leave and that he would film me doing so. Anything for this day to end, I thought and reached a new low as I lowered my head to the trough and began to lap at the disgusting mixture. He stood over me egging me on and even at one stage put his boot on the back of my head and plunged it into the piss, threatening to drown me in it. He released me laughing even more and when I managed to get the level lower he handed me a straw which he told me to use to make sure I emptied the trough. It took me the best part of an hour to do but I finished it eventually.

"Well done Slave, you are really showing your obedience to me and I must say I am enjoying humiliating you. When you arrive home tonight you will find instructions that I expect you to carry out to the letter, failure to do so will see a copy of this tape sent to your parents. Understand?"

I could only nod and trudge into the night to see what my next fate would be.

I got back home and tiredly lifted the note and package the Master had left on my kitchen table ( how had he gained entry? ). The note read as follows :

"Well done so far Slave, you have pleased me with your actions and I know how much you will have enjoyed your ************. In the box are garments that I expect you to wear to your work every day next week under your normal clothes. I will check on this happening at some stage so do not fail me. However, tonight I want you to shave all of your bodily hair off. Make sure you are thorough, I especially do not want any hair left around your crotch or ass and legs."

I opened the package and carefully lifted out a frilly bra, frilly panties, garter belt and stockings all in a very feminine pink colour. I was no cross dresser and had no desire to wear women's underwear and the thought of being ****** to run the risk of someone at my work discovering I was wearing them both repulsed and excited me. I went to have a long, hot bath that night to wash away the crust that covered me from the day and to contemplate what I was becoming. I then set about shaving myself which took some time.

Of course I wore the clothing each day that week to my work under my clothes, making sure I wore a dark shirt each day for fear someone may see the bra's outline. I have to admit that I was turned on, not by what I was wearing but by the thought of being caught and what could lead from that. Then when I returned from my lunch break on Thursday I entered my office to find the Master sitting in my seat, dressed in bikers leathers, his boots cockily perched on my desk.

I entered and shut the door behind me and immediately sunk to my knees before him.

"Nice office you have here slave. Nice secretary too, what's her name?"

My secretary was indeed a pretty little thing, not long out of school Louise was nevertheless extremely competent at her job , the only drawback to her seemed to be that she was a gossip in the office.

"Miss Goodhead, Sir."

"Well I am ordering you to ask her to come in here right now."

Feeling extremely uncomfortable about where this might end up I nevertheless obeyed and through the intercom asked her to come into my office and to close the door behind her. She came through swiftly and as she closed the door both the Master and I appraised her. She was 18, tall, had a nice figure, very big boobs and beautiful long, blonde hair. She was wearing a sheer white blouse and a short dark skirt with black stockings. She had a puzzled look on her face as she looked at the older man who so confidently occupied my seat.

"Those are lovely stockings you are wearing Miss Goodhead, do you often wear them to work?" he asked her. She stood there frozen unable to work out how she should answer. He ploughed on not waiting anyway.

"Of course you're not the only one who like to wear stocking to work is she slave (his use of the word before her stung me and I grimaced as Louise listened )? Why don't you show her she is not alone – take off your shirt and trousers now."

They both stared at me each, for different reasons, waiting to see if I would do what he commanded. Lowering my eyes I reached up with my right hand and began to tug at my tie. The master smiled as I continued to undo it, letting it drop to the floor then I unbuttoned my blue shirt and let it fall allowing both to view my hairless chest covered by the frilly pink bra. My face burned red with shame when I heard my secretaries little gasp of surprise when she saw the bra, what had I done? There was no turning back though and automatically I kicked off my shoes and socks before the Master stopped me.

He got up from my desk and locking his eyes with those of the transfixed Louise he strode over in front of me. He gripped the buckle of my belt and ********** undid it before unzipping me and pulling my trousers off. I stepped out of them at my ankles and stood before them clad in my bra and panties and stockings.

"Look into Miss Goodhead's eyes slave, tell me what you see there, tell me what you think she must think of you now."

I looked across at her and saw a mixture of surprise, amusement, disgust but mainly an enjoyment of the *********** I was undergoing. I told him all that.

"Hmm, Miss Goodhead, I'll bet you never thought you're boss enjoyed wearing women's underwear did you? No, well there's a lot you don't know about him, he's a kinky little bitch who'll do whatever he's told. Try him, give him a command he'll obey."

She smiled uneasily at what was going on, unsure how to react but you could also see that she was in some way aroused by the situation and when she spoke that young voice had a real edge to it that I had never noticed before.

"Take your panties off."

I paused only to be struck by the Master and told to hurry up and obey her. I peeled the pink panties from around my crotch and pulled them off, revealing my freshly shaven pubic area and my semi-erect penis. She came closer to me, as if to inspect and dismiss my tiny cock, then spoke again.

"I never had you as one of them, just goes to show you can't trust the quiet ones. I bet you like sucking cock don't you? (I nodded) Yes, and I'll bet you like being buggered don't you Mr. White?"

To that I never responded but the Master did by ordering me to lay over my desk and telling Louise that he would show her exactly what I liked. I gripped the edge of the desk and grimaced as I heard his zipped being lowered. He was going to fuck me in the ass here, in my office while my secretary looked on. And she did look on now, no thought of hiding her arousal, she felt her boobs and I saw a hand reach into her skirt as I felt the Master's fat cock head touch my ass cheeks and braced myself for the assault to come. He was not gentle with me, I believe he was trying to make me shout out or squeal , knowing that although my office was closed and there were no windows that surely others would hear my moans if I made them too loudly so he pistoned his cock into my arsehole as hard and as fast as he could as I hung onto the far side of the desk and stifled the screams and shouts I needed to let out. I felt him climax inside me then withdraw and do up his trousers. He swiftly made to leave the office pausing only to say " Miss Goodhead, you can do one of two things, one, tell everybody what you saw here or two keep the knowledge to yourself and have a boss that is unbelievably indebted to you, you might say under your control. I leave it to you what you do. Slave (addressing me), I will call round for you at eight tonight for the next part of your journey."

I got into his car that night with some amount of trepidation, I had the feeling that the Master had lined up the ultimate *********** for me and that after tonight I would never be the same again. Still I went with him and I felt excited about what may happen as well as my ever present worry.

We booked into a dirty, seedy hotel in a run down area of town and I carried his suitcase up to the room while the duty manager gave the two of us a leering look as if he knew what two men would be up to in one of his rooms. Once in the room he had me strip naked and ordered me to wear the clothes in his suitcase. Not that there was much, just a wispy, short lacy teddy and that I pulled on.

"I have a guest coming up in ten minutes, when he arrives I will move to the bathroom and watch the pair of you. He has been instructed not to turn on the lights, you will not speak to him or communicate with him. You will merely kneel before him and accept his cock into your willing mouth and give him the blow job of his life. He had better be satisfied or I will make things far worse for. When he comes in your mouth you will begin to masturbate yourself and put a finger up his arsehole while keeping his semen in your mouth. Understand?"

I had accepted my desired role by now and merely nodded my ascent. Seconds later there came a knock at the door. The Master retreated to the small bathroom while I shut out the lights. The room was engulfed by light when the man entered but plunged to pitch dark when he swiftly shut the door. He stood by the bed and I moved over to him, sunk to my knees and eased his trousers down, slowly playing with his hardening cock.

He seemed to be a tall well built man, very hairy with what felt like pretty big cock. I slowly ran my tongue over it and began to explore under his foreskin with my lip. It was a bizarre thing, the two of us in complete silence and darkness as I orally pleasured him. Soon I had his full length in my mouth and was sucking like a pro. His pubic hair tickled at my nostrils as his full length rammed into my mouth and I concentrated on pleasuring him. All too soon I could feel him tense up and begin to moan (which sounded like a shout in the silence), then I felt a rush of warm, stickly liquid in my mouth and remembering the Master's instructions I reached my left hand up and probed his butthole with my index finger and began to tug on my rock hard erection.

Then the bathroom door flew open and the lights came on, the Master snapped of picture and snatched up a video camera he had been filming with and laughed and ran from the room. Stunned I looked up into the man whose limp cock still touched my lips and whose cum dripped from my mouth and whose arsehole I was fingering. I nearly howled in anguish to see I was looking into the eyes of my older brother James.

My descent was complete.

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On my Knees, Waiting


It's Saturday mid-morning and I am watching music TV channels waiting for what fate has to throw at me. I'll elaborate on that in a moment but first I'll give you some history.

I am thirty years old, married for six years (to Kelly) and have a three year old ********. I am six feet tall, good build, dark hair, shy but friendly and like, on the whole, to keep to myself. I have got a good job, well paying and lead an everyday, normal life. No real excitement or scandal, just getting from one day to the next. I'd been thinking about this for a long time and this weekend seemed to me to be the perfect time to do it. I'd had dreams and thoughts and fantasies of doing it for nearly a year now. My wife was staying with her ****** for a week (she was ill) and had taken our ******** with her. So I had had a week of my own cooking, a week of my own company and a week of my own thoughts and planning. It had been a long week.

So, anyway, I decided that maybe I shouldn't be doing this and as a final check as to what fate intended for me I invented this test. It's stupid, I know. If you really want to do something you're going to do it no matter what, so maybe this was just a way to reduce my guilt or conscience, that what I was intending doing was the fault of fate and not me. I don't know. Anyway, I decided that if five of my favourite pop music video stars were on the various music stations as I clicked through them between eleven and twelve I would do this . If they weren't, I wouldn't. They were, in no particular order:

Britney Spears, Christina Aguilera, Avril Lavigne, Rachel Stevens, Girls Aloud, Destiny's *****, Christina Milian, Jennifer Lopez, Kylie Minogue, NataliIe Imbruglia.

All nubile young pop babes. See I'm not gay am I? I told myself. I couldn't be.

Then why is that if I see five of these that I am going to go up to the public toilets in town and enter one of the cubicles, strip naked and hope that someone saw the message I wrote on the wall a week earlier and comes to have their cock sucked by me?

Ten minutes later and I'm walking up the High Street feeling like I'm in a daze. Of course the videos came on, they were really bound to. My legs pulled me in the right direction as a battle raged in my mind as to whether I should be doing this or not. I didn't notice anybody that I walk past, all headed into town for their Saturday shopping. The further I got from the centre of town the less people I passed and the more my confidence and resolve to do this grew. Now I started to pay more attention to who was around me, what cars were driving past to the car park I was headed to. Up the pavement to the final road leading into the near deserted car park and as I had the Saturday before my eyes dart nervously and guiltily around, looking for movement, relieved there was none and now my every move strikes me as being furtive.

I've thought about my approach and I actually walk past it's entrance on the other side of the road, check no-one is about and then casually veer over and nip in between the stone walls at the buildings entrance.

I cautiously entered the old stone entrance and swiftly ascertained there was no one there already. What I would have done if there had been, I don't know. I looked around more slowly and took in my surroundings, they were hardly inspiring, but that had been part of the thrill of this from the beginning. The walls were slate grey and uninviting, as if determined that patrons should spend as little time as possible here. High, blurred windows over the urinals to the right of the entrance allowed a modicum of natural light into the place, while the rest came from the open entrance I had just stepped through. As I stood just in from the entrance I was faced by the slightly intimidating prospect of three open cubicle doors. I made straight for the one furthest to the right. On trembling legs I made for it, I was not going to turn back now.

Through the prevailing smell of stale urine I stepped into the cubicle and slammed the bolt home on the heavy wooden door. My heart was thundering inside my chest but I had made it. I swivelled and viewed the words I had written on the wall, in amongst the rest of the graffiti, the previous Friday afternoon.

I WILL BE NAKED, ONMY KNEES AND WILL SUCK YOUR COCK HERE NEXT SATURDAY AT 12:30

And here I was, Saturday, twelve twenty five, in the cubicle, dressed and on my feet. This had been the fantasy which had dominated my thoughts for the past year and here I was about to live it.

I had lived these moments in my mind for a long time and it seemed second nature to me as I pulled off the loose jumper and shirt I had worn and dropped them at the back of the cubicle behind the toilet bowl. Not pausing, fearing that I may back out, I undid my belt and slid my jeans and shorts off and my socks soon followed them onto the pile of clothes. As my suddenly exposed body felt the chill draft coming from under and over the locked door, I relished the feeling of my skin turn to goose flesh This was daring, this was exciting, this made me feel more alive than I had in years. My cock reacted by rising up and standing to attention, I hadn't been this hard since I was a teenager having sex for the first time.

I closed my eyes in enjoyment of the moment and dropped to my knees on the cold, unforgiving, tiled floor and waited for whatever would happen.

I waited for five minutes during which my ears heard all sorts of noises that seemed to indicate someone had come in or was lurking outside or a vehicle was slowing down. But nothing seemed to occur. I resisted the pressing urge to stroke my hard cock and revel in this feeling and concentrated my mind on reading the filth upon the stone walls around me.

Then a definite footstep at the entrance to the toilets, I froze, my heart stopped and I couldn't even breathe as I strained to hear more. For a moment the silence is total. Had I imagined it? No, because the steps came again, louder, clearer and coming this way. I dared not move and my eyes followed your movements as if I could see through the wooden door and stone walls. Staying stock still on my knees, I couldn't see you pause outside my closed door but I knew you had and at that moment I knew that you had come here to act on my message and I thought for sure that my heartbeat was likely to explode.

But you didn't pause for long, you moved on and I followed the noise of your footsteps past my door and heard the door of the cubicle next to mine squeaking open and shutting and it's bolt sliding home. I took a quick breathe and when I resumed my silent vigil I could hear you unzipping your trousers. Seconds later I could hear what can only be the noise of a penis being slapped against a palm next door. The skin slapping continued for at least half a minute and I could no longer prevent my right hand reaching down and gently stroking my own hard cock. And then you stopped. I trained my ears again, had someone else entered? What were you doing? I could hear a faint scrabbling and scrapping and then a piece of paper was slid under my door ( there was a small centimetre gap at the bottom of our joined wall).

It read:

UNLOCK YOUR DOOR IF YOU MEANT WHAT YOU WROTE ON THE WALL.

So here it was then. The crux of the matter. I guess I could have still get out of this situation, get dressed, sit it out until you left and put it all behind me. Not run the risk of this. Part of me wanted to do that, to go back to my nice family life, nobody any the wiser. It would have been easy. So why is it that I watched as my hands come up off my stiff cock and reached up for the bolt and the noise sounds deafening as I slid it back and open. And waited with baited breath.

In slow motion I could hear the door to the next door cubicle open and watched in growing fear/excitement as the large wooden edifice before me opened slightly and then swung open fully and you stepped in and quickly turned to slide the bolt back into place. You turned to face me and instantly I knew that I would do whatever you asked of me.

Our expressions matched our positions. Me, on my knees, looking weak, expectant and submissive, like a dog desperate to please it's master. You, towering over me, looking impassive as you scanned my kneeling form with a mocking sneer, about ready to enjoy this afternoon. You undid your belt and allowed your trousers to drop and I was suddenly faced with your intimidating, large cock. Wasting no time you stepped forward and I felt the slimy touch of your cock on my lips. It was at once repulsive and intoxicating and my body ruled my mind as my lips separated and you wasted no time in pushing your cock into my mouth.

The taste and smell were new to me but I had little time to dwell on them as you rammed your lengthy tool deeper into my mouth and I felt it scrape along the top of my palate. This is what I wanted, this is what I fantasised about for so long but my mind raced and I could not relax and enjoy it and take everything in as you hurried your cock further down my gullet and I felt your hairy balls bounce on to my chin. I put my hands up to try and take some control of the rate but was somewhat taken aback as you reached down and wrenched my hands away and hissed down at me.

"Keep your hands down, I'm in charge here. You asked for it, now take it!"

Immediately I obeyed and dropped my hands to my sides, my mouth completely at your mercy and you seemed not to have a lot. There was almost a frenzy to your thrusting, you seemed to be in a desperate hurry, I guess the prospect of discovery is the same thrill and concern as it was to me.

Meanwhile, I was trying with all my will to calm down, to relax and enjoy this glorious moment, trying to breath through my nose and allow your thick, slimy cock to slide easily in and out of my mouth and throat. But I was struggling. Your fierce rate was too much for me and part of my mind was switching off, disgusted at what I had allowed myself to do. I could feel your foreskin peel back inside the tight confines of my mouth and I could feel your pubic hair flit through my teeth. Though all of this my cock was harder than I can ever remember it and on a base level I know that this is what my body had been craving for the last twelve years.

And then it all changed, with almost a sneer you looked down on me and carefully reach down and pinch my nose shut between your forefinger and thumb. I started to gag on your cock and couldn't get any oxygen into me and I knew my hands were free and I could bring them up and change this but I didn't I left them hanging submissively by my side. You were in control and I would do whatever you ask of my body and mind. I raised my hazel eyes to meet yours and convey all this in just one simple look, I'm happy to see you smile down at me and continue to fuck my willing face.

All of a sudden you froze. Literally you go from perpetual, hard motion to absolute stillness, with your thick cock still embedded in my mouth I looked up questioningly and you put a finger to your lips telling me to be silent. You released my nostrils and then I heard the footsteps outside our cubicle, they do not pause as yours had, rather they pass onward toward the row of urinals and I listened intently as whoever is out there unzipped their trousers and pisses into the urinal. The threat of discovery has never been higher and I was more turned on than ever, after all it is me who was naked and on my knees with your cock in my mouth. My god, that could have been someone I know out there, a neighbour, a work colleague, a friend, just yards away as I sucked another mans cock.

The taps run at the nearby sink and I heard the man out there whistling, I wondered if he looks at the closed cubicle door and wonders who was in here. We each listened to his footsteps fade then disappear and with an audible exhaling of your breath you resumed the fucking of my virgin mouth. This interruption had only brought you nearer climax and it is a mere few seconds before I felt your cock throb and pulse in my mouth and you reached down to hold my head and mouth over your cock. I would be tasting you today no matter what. But I wanted to taste you and I awaited your load.

It came at once in one long spurt that fired at least four thick loads deep in my mouth and I swallowed as much as I could but also felt nice and nasty as the cum dribbled from your cock's tip and played over my lips and chin, as you finished you club your cock over my cheeks, my chin and mouth and have me suck it over every last drop.

Standing over me you spoke quickly and quietly.

"Good boy. Now if you want more get dressed and I'll be waiting for you outside, we can go back to my place and I'll give you just what you want."

You left me there and I was quiet as you exited, wondering exactly what I would do. All sorts of things flew around my mind, there really could only be one thing you had in mind if I agreed and part of me wanted so badly to do it. But another, saner part of me wanted to end this now. To leave now and be content that I had done what I had dreamed about for so long. That I had experienced the thrills and excitement and lived to tell the tale and not be discovered. Despite the rationality of that argument as I exited the door having dressed myself again, I knew what I would do and knew that it would be to do as you said.

The bright early afternoon hit my eyes as I stepped outside, once more smelling the fresh air that I seemed to have been deprived of for so long. I glanced at my watch and saw that I had only been in there for half an hour. It felt so much longer. Squinting around I looked for movement in the car park and saw a red car approaching and halting level with me. I felt so self conscious as I stood there waiting for the passenger window to descend.

"Get in the back seat and lie face down on the seat, pull the rug up over your head, I don't want you to see where I live."

No turning back now, I clambered into your car and did as I was bid, pulling the heavy rug over me and engulfing me in a musty darkness. I listened to my own heavy heartbeat as you moved off and initially I tried to work out the direction you were taking but after a few stops and turns I was lost and gave up. I was in your hands now, whatever may come.

Sometime later we pulled into a driveway and idled to a halt with in a darkened garage. You got out and I heard the noise of the garage door shutting and I waited a moment for you to open the car door and I lifted my head and clambered out, blinking my eyes, adjusting from the pitch blackness I had been in to this half gloom. I took in my surroundings, the garden tools and implements on the wall as you led me towards to door inset in the garage wall which led into your house. I still had no idea at all where we were. The hall we entered from that door gave no further clue and we headed up the steep flight of carpeted stairs in a nervous silence.

I was second guessing myself now. This was a mistake. I shouldn't have done it. I should make my excuses now and leave. But I didn't, I just followed you up until we reached the landing. My nerves seemed to have transmitted themselves to you and rather than speaking you pointed towards the half open door on the right and I couldn't bring myself not to enter. I stepped into the bright room, which overlooked a leafy garden, I still didn't recognise any landmark and then I heard the clunk of the door closing behind me and your steps towards me.

"Get undressed and then get bent over that bed."

Straight to the point. But I hesitated, still not sure if I could really go through with this, even after all I have done. Yet I knew, deep down this is what I wanted. Still I was too slow for you.

"Come on, you know you want it. Just a few minutes ago you were buck naked on your knees in a public toilet begging to suck the cock of me or anyone else who came along. So why so shy now, eh? Just and oral tease are you? Or are you man enough to take it round here."

You reached behind me and groped my ass as you said this. It made my mind up and I reached down and grabbed the bottom of my jumper and shirt and pulled them both up and over my head, leaving me bare chested - I am committed to this. Your rough hands played over my hairy chest and centre on my hard nipples, you pinched and played with them as my hands fumbled at my belt and zip and I let my trousers drop to my ankles. My socks last no longer and as quickly as that I was reaching for the belt of my shorts. You stopped me and hooked your own hands in there and I shivered in anticipation as you slid my underpants off and I stood before you, naked. I was aware that my cock was rock hard and pointing towards you and this is all the encouragement you needed and you wrapped your hand around my cock and pumped it backwards and forwards a few times before leading my by it over to the bed. I sat on it, looking up at you.

"Release my cock. You've never taken it in the ass have you boy? Didn't think so."

I reached forward and once more loosened your belt before pulling out your stiffening member into my hand. This time there was no rush, no intense hurry, no risk of discovery. I took the time to stroke and study your thick cock. I was amazed that I had taken it in my mouth and found myself growing even harder at the thought. I strained my neck forward to lick it instinctively but with just one lick you pushed my forehead back and spoke.

"No, we've done that, roll over and lift your ass up and spread those ass cheeks as wide as you can."

Obediently I turned over and buried my face into the musky smelling mattress and reached both my hands behind me, stretching my fingertips over my soft ass then pulling the cheeks apart. I couldn't believe what I was doing, I felt so exposed, so open.

"Hold them like that, I'll give you a little lube."

I sensed you crouch down behind me and spit into my spread asshole, feeling sensations I had never experienced before as you spat again and I felt your phlegm wetly drip from me. I can't believe how magnified each touch and movement is when I'm like this and I feel a sexual rush surge through my ***********. I tensed myself in preparation of you penetrating me and I felt you enter me but I quickly realised that it is not your magnificent penis that has invaded me but, the hardness tells me that it is a finger probing inside my virgin ass. God, even that is tight, how could I possibly handle your thick cock?

With spit and finger(s) you worked my ass for five minutes, all the time slowly working your erection with your free hand so that the helmet of your cock is dripping with pre-cum. Then with no word of warning you stood up and drove your cock inside me. It was so tight back there and I grimaced and then squealed in pain and shock to begin with before taking the majority of your length and finding that I could, just, accept you.

I've pleased you I can tell, by taking it all, and as I lay face down on your bed my mind gave a thought to my pretty young wife. I was cheating on her I knew. I will attempt to justify this to myself by saying it was something I had to get out of my system, something I had to do. But was adultery, it was cheating and for that I felt shame but the sheer adrenaline surge of pleasure is enough for just now to forget that. You woke me from my thoughts by reaching forward, grabbing my hair and yanking it back as you thrust deeper inside me.

"Yeah, that's it, take it all. You're my bitch today ain't you? Ain't you?"

I nodded and attempted to answer in the affirmative but at that moment I felt your body tense up and you take a firm hold of me around the waist as you gave a couple of final thrusts and fire a sticky load of your cum deep in my bowels. You gave me no chance to recover from this, turning me over and clambering atop the bed yourself, your dirty dick hovering over my face, your knees either side of my head. I knew what to do, with no prompting I opened my mouth and took your spent member in my mouth and lick and suck it clean.

I was still as hard as ever and to deal with that you pulled me to the floor on my back and lifted my ankles up high and bend me over on myself like a jack knife. With you supporting me I looked up and was looking straight down the barrel of my own hard cock.

"Come on lick it bitch!"

I strained my head up, desperate to achieve that but with tongue extended I could manage only the briefest of licks but all the time you were working my cock roughly and as I lay under it with mouth and eyes wide opened I shot the biggest load of cum I have fired in my life all over my face, spilling into my mouth.

After all that, of course, things were nervous and tense and I just wanted out of there and I thought you did to. You insisted we return to the car park the same way we had arrived, with me buried in the rug. The last I saw of you was your car speeding away form the car park as I stood dazed and confused outside the public toilets. What did this all mean? How would today change me and my life? What would I do? Would I every see you again/ And did I really want to?

As I contemplated all these things and more I walked distractedly around the car park and finding myself at the toilets again I studied their entrance to see a guy enter them in a low brimmed hat and overcoat, very furtively.

I could not stop myself following him inside. This was a hell of a day...

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Cuckolded by Disgusting Neighbor
This is a true story of my beautiful wife's affair with our disgusting, elderly neighbor. It has been well over four years now but their appetite hasn't worn off. The story has been dramatized to make it presentable to the reader. The majority of the story and the acts involved are true but could be slightly exaggerated to provide reading pleasure.

The story has been written is a narration of past events and is written from a husband's perspective. A little bit of background first: We come from an upper class Sindhi family. I am 30 years old and my wife is 23; we have been married for 4 years now and have a wonderful one-year old ***. We own a luxurious bungalow in a plush locality. I look after our family business that I inherited from my parents and have to commute to couple of cities on a monthly basis. My wife, Manisha, looks after our *** and house.

Ours is an arranged marriage. Manisha was a coy 19-year female when we got married. As the name suggests she is very desirable woman and the kind of woman men simply lust for. It was her fabulous looks that attracted me. She is gifted with an extremely fair and flawless complexion and could easily pass of as a foreigner if it had not been for her frame. She stands 5' 7", much taller as per Indian standards but true to her Punjabi origins has wholesome body that has only become ripe over the past 4 years. Even after giving birth to our *** she has maintained her figure; if at all her bust line has increased by a few inches.

Over the years, we have genuinely fallen in love with each other. The freedom of having a nuclear family has been truly a boon for us. We both could devote time to each other, rather than to each other's families.

As our love matured and we became more comfortable with each other, our sex life became more and more adventurous. Both of us were virgins before we got married. By the end of the first year of our marriage, we were done experimenting with a lot of different positions for sex and had started discussing each other's wild fantasies. Initially, we only exchanged our tame fantasies but as time passed we moved on to our raunchier ones.

Surprisingly, both our fantasies where about swapping partners with other couple. This is a taboo in our society and hence added the thrill to our sex life. Initially, we fantasized about having sex with an unknown couple but it didn't work for us, not for long. Both of us couldn't associate with imaginary characters and longed for reality. So, we substituted the imaginary couple with a real couple, whom we new.

This worked wonderfully and both of us immensely enjoyed the sessions. As the days passed, I realized that I enjoyed having Manisha fucked by someone else. So, very soon, it was the usual theme of me imper***ating as some other husband humping Manisha. Over a period of time we even got unmarried guys humping Manisha in our fantasies. We both enjoyed the fantasies and Manisha was content having them as fantasies. I wanted to live our fantasy, however. I wanted to see my wife taken by some other guy.

After birth of our first ***, Tushar, I brought up the idea about enacting our fantasy. I made it clear to her that I was more interested in watching her boned by someone else rather than me experimenting with some new pussy. She, however, was unsure of even considering the idea. Her primary concerns were our family prestige and our relationship. I didn't know how to convince her but pestered her on every possible opportunity.

Around this time, I started exploring this concept of sharing your wife on internet and found quite a few interesting hot wife websites. In an effort to convince her, I shared some of the stories I read on these sites with Manisha. She was very surprised to find real life couples talking about their escapades in such gory details. The websites gave Manisha more confidence and we started enacting one of the stories every weekend or whenever we had leisure time.

We also watched some movies with hot wife themes on every opportunity we got. It was clear that she enjoyed the idea but was unsure of acting it out in reality.

Last month, I again brought up this topic while fucking her. Unlike other times, however, she immediately agreed. I came inside her immediately as soon as I heard her acceptance. She had a few conditions, though.

"Vinit, you have been pursuing this for almost a year now, I think, you really want this to happen, right?" she said

"Yes. I desperately want this to happen dear," I eagerly replied

"Even I am warming up to the idea. I would like somebody to keep me warm on the nights you are away."

"I hope this is only about me sampling with someone else in the bedroom and not you," she said looking into my eyes.

"Of course honey. I have no interest in any other woman. I just want you to have the best in the world," I found myself replying to her without even blinking.

"If this has to start Vinit then it would be on my terms," said Manisha in a concerned tone.

"Sure!" I replied in an emphatic yet casual tone indicating that I am game for it.

"I am not interested in just one night stand but rather a prolonged affair." She seemed to get bolder hearing my eager response.

"Even I would like it to be an ongoing affair rather than a one-off instance," I said

"And I would be the one to make decisions on this henceforth," Manisha said excitingly.

"Whatever you say," I replied without hesitating.

"I will be deciding who I should have an affair with and to what extent I should take the affair and when," she elaborated further leaving no doubts. I of course was clear on what she had in mind. She would now willingly sample other men in our bedroom.

"Whoever you choose honey please ensure that both of you are discreet about the affair," I voiced my only concern.

"Understand," she said and continued, "Give me some time to think and identify a potential mate for me"

I was surprised with her terminology. She used the word 'mate' to describe her would-be lover. Hinting perhaps that the new relationship would be founded on sex rather than love as it is with me. I was glad that Manisha was getting whole-heartedly involved in this.

Guessing that she would mostly consider the ones about whom we have already fantasized I volunteered, "If you need my help let me know. I can recommend a few potential ones who would fit the bill."

"Thanks for the help Vinit but I would like this to be purely my decision. I hope you don't mind that," she said in a matter of fact manner.

"I would like to thoroughly consider all aspects of it before I make up my decision," she said lost in thought. Probably evaluating the parameters she would apply to evaluate her potential 'mate.'

"Vinit for next few weeks, I would like to socialize a bit more with men in our circle to evaluate if they are suitable," she said looking at me "And I hope that you would give me a chance to mingle with them a bit more freely for this purpose."

"Sure honey. Just make sure that not everybody in our circle gets the idea!" I said in a cautious tone. "We don't want to create any scandal here," I added.

"While at parties or outside, I would like to spend some time alone with these men in order to choose my potential mate."

Again, she was clarifying, leaving nothing to my imagination. It seemed that she wanted to consider this very carefully and take the next step only after proper evaluation.

"How long are you going to take to choose your mate?" I asked inquisitively trying to get an idea about the timeframe she was planning on. The question had put her to think, perhaps, she had not given thought to that aspect.

"I haven't thought about it. I want to choose suitable partner for this new relationship. As it is not a one-night stand but rather an ongoing affair."

"But still you must have some idea bout the timelines?" I was pushing a bit now.

"Hmm... At least about a month or two," she said

"I need quite a few opportunities to meet my potential mates," she said justifying the need for such a long duration.

I was under the impression that she had almost short-listed a few candidates and only needed to take the final decision.

"So, you do have a few candidates in mind, right?" I found myself asking.

"I do have a few but I still would like to make an informed decision"

"Then why such a long time?" I immediately asked her. "May I know who all are on the list," I asked her without giving a chance to reply.

"No!" she sad emphatically, "I will let you know when the time comes."

"But what is the harm in sharing it now?" I pleaded

Manisha replied with a lovely smile of hers. Playfully indicating that she would not share it with me even if I bothered her any further.

"Have you started your evaluation process with these listed candidates?" I asked her in an effort to get more details.

"You are incorrigible!"

"Okay. At least share how many are already in the list?"

I was pleading like a small kid now. Manisha knows that I am curious about everything and naturally about this I wouldn't let it go that easily.

"There are two candidates on the list right now."

Finally, she was talking now.

"Both the candidates have been pursuing me now for quite some time."

"One of them has been doing so for years now," she added.

"Years?" I was surprised to hear this.

"I like them but I would like to consider others too before I make up my mind."

She had shared enough with me and I now knew that she wouldn't divulge any further information. In any case, she had given me food for thought. I was sure to be spending next few weeks finding out who the two men were.

Manisha and I socialized fairly often, as we didn't have any immediate family members both from her side as well as my side. Most of the people we interacted were our family friends or some business acquaintances; we didn't have any close relatives who stayed in our area. Also, the social gatherings happened mostly at the club we visited regularly.

I knew quite a few people who would be more than willing to get into her pants and was wondering if they had made any pass on her. Anyway, I didn't have to wait long. One of our family friends had invited us for a wedding reception in our club the following weekend. This was a chance for Manisha to pick up her prospective mate.

At the party I purposely gave Manisha lot of time to mingle with male guests. She bid her time equally among women and men, ensuring that she got to talk to the men when they weren't around their wives. I was desperate to see something happen but nothing materialized that day. She did spend some time alone with a few men; with a few of them she took long walks along the lawn and the jogging track. But nothing much happened that night. It was more of casual talk and it seemed the men were just spending time with an interesting person rather than getting *****.

Several such parties passed by and nothing significant had happened. I probed Manisha after every such party but she had not yet made up her mind. I tried to frame in mind who all she had spend more time with and with whom she seemed to be very comfortable. I could at least identify two men with whom she seemed to be fairly comfortable.

There was this new chap who had recently moved to our neighborhood, about 3 months back. He was in a way competitor to me as we both were in the same business. Hence Manisha's attraction towards him irritated me. He was much older to me, almost nearing 40s but had kept him in shape. I found Manisha spending quite sometime with Amirchanji quite sometime.

I had interacted with Amirchanji on a few occasions and he seemed to be a confident man, pretty knowledgeable in his business. More importantly he seemed to be getting well with women. He had two teenage sons yet that didn't show on his face, as he looked fairly young.

Another person with whom Manisha spent quite some time was our elderly neighbor Kishanchanji. Kishanchanji is our 45-year-old widower neighbor. He has had two ********* from his marriage. His wife passed away about 10 years ago and ever since then he has been a perpetual lecher. He had been ogling at Manisha since the day she stepped in my life.

While it was natural for Manisha to be comfortable with Kishanchanji, I thought she had better utilized her time with some other stud that was her age and would be a suitable partner for her. It was not only Kishanchanji's age but also his demeanor that bothered me. He is known to be an arrogant and selfish man and has tried to humiliate me in front of Manisha on more than one occasion. He is well known womanizer in our circle. Yet people tolerate him due to his excellent sense of humor and extraordinary success in business.

On the physical side he is not attractive as Amirchanji is. He is pitch black, slightly plump and stands only 5' 4". My hope was that Manisha was just being courteous when she spent time with Kishanchanji and was not evaluating him as a prospective mate. Actually, he is so despicable that it was wrong for me to even entertain such a thought. Kishanchanji and we share a common interest and that is Cricket. We are avid Cricket followers and don't miss any match. We watch matches together many a times.

Three months had passed since the day she agreed to look for a new lover. And still there was no sign of her decision and hence I thought of brining this up tonight. Also, thought of broaching up the topic of her spending more time with Amirchanji and Kishanchanji. So on the dining table night I asked her

"Honey have you made any progress on your decision yet?"

"Ha?" It seemed I had caught her off guard.

"Hmm... not yet but I am getting close," she said after thinking for a moment.

"Why do you ask?"

"Well it has been quite some time now so thought of asking."

"Do you mind talking about it?" I asked hesitantly

"What do you want to talk in particular?"

"Well just wanted to know how it has gone till now? Who all you have short listed etc?"

"I can't share with you the short listed candidates, yet"

"Okay..."

I had lost for words now, as she was not willing to continue the conversation on this topic. After some more thought I thought of directly broaching the topic of her spending more time with Amirchanji and Kishanchanji.

"Well, I have been observing with whom you are spending more time with during our social gatherings," I said looking into her eyes to judge her reaction. She very confidently asked, "Who?"

I quickly grabbed the opening she gave me and said, "I have been noticing that you spend quite some time with either Amirchanji or Kishanchanji"

"And?"

Her boldness had stunned me. In sincerest tone I said, "I hope you are not considering them as your potential mates."

"Why not?"

"We hardly know Amirchanji and it would not be wise to get him involved in this," I quickly retorted.

"Hmm... and what's wrong with Kishanchanji?" "How can you even consider somebody like Kishanchanji as a potential mate?"

"Why what's wrong with him?"

"For God sake, he is old enough to be your ****** Manisha."

"So?"

"He is so ugly!"

"That is a good reason for you not to be jealous. Don't you think?"

"But?"

"The way I look at it he could be a very good bed mate for me."

"How?"

"For one, he is crazy about me. So getting him into bed with me would hardly take any time."

"That is true about any man. I am sure any man from our social circle wouldn't let such a chance slip by," I quickly retorted to. I saw her stealing a smile as I said this.

"He is our neighbor, so the proximity would help me in continuing the affair discreetly."

I had to agree with this point. We had a side-door that directly connected our bungalows. It was much easier to sneak in through that door without getting noticed.

"Moreover, we can trust him. He wouldn't risk getting exposed, much less losing a chance to ***** with someone like me," she said.

It looked like she had thought over very carefully.

"And lastly, he can give me 100% because he is a widower. There is no complication on his part," she continued.

"Look you might have numerous reasons why he is the right person but I don't want you to have any such relationship with him," I said in an angry tone frustrated with the thought of my wife spending nights with such a disgusting man.

"Hello?" she interrupted me. "Do you remember I was the person to make decisions in this regard and not you?"

"I urge you not to get involved with him," I pleaded.

"Please grow up, Vinit," she said in an irritated tone.

"Promise me that you wont interfere in these matters. Otherwise, I would have to call this off completely," she said looking into my eyes for an answer. My silence gave an emphatic answer. I was so desperate to see her in the arms of another man that it didn't matter even if that other man would be our obnoxious neighbor.

"I haven't yet made up my mind and need more time on this," she said finally and that was the end of our discussion on that topic.

I would have gladly accepted if she had chosen Amirchanji over Kishanchanji even if that had meant sharing my wife with my business rival. Only recently I started realizing how much of a threat he could be to our well-established business. Perhaps, in the lure of my wife Manisha his attention might get diverted from his business and I might be able to gain some lost territory.

Her decision was yet to come. Anyway, I didn't have to wait long for her decision as the very next social gathering we attended I came to know whom she selected to mate with. That Saturday evening we were celebrating a recent promotion of a close friend of ours to a Vice President position. It was mostly a business meeting with our spouses tagging along.

That evening Manisha's attire was stunning. She wore a beautiful black colored transparent saree, with a matching colored sleeveless blouse. The blouse showed a hint of cleavage and lot of back, just enough to entice any man. She made it a point to wear her saree well below her navel to show her voluptuous waist.

Amirchanji didn't make it for that party but Kishanchanji didn't want to loose an opportunity of spending some time with Manisha. He monopolized Manisha most of the night, which infuriated me to an extent that I got *****. I avoid *****, as I can't handle it. Just 2 pegs get me *****. That evening I had gulped 4 pegs and was quite inebriated. It was funny to note Manisha towering over Kishanchanji on the jogging track where they were wiling away their time. Kishanchanji was three inches shorter than Manisha and Manisha's slightly slender figure compared to Kishanchanji's stock figure made her look even taller.

I had passed off when it was time to go home. Kishanchanji volunteered to take us home that night. I was almost a***** when they slid me into the back seat of our car. The club was about 20 minutes away from our house and in no time we were home. Kishanchanji helped me to our bedroom upstairs and left. Or so I thought.

When I woke up it was around 2:40 am in the night and Manisha wasn't in bed next to me. Surprised to find her missing I got up from bed to check on her. Very carefully opening the door I peeped into our living room downstairs. There was light from the kitchen and I heard some voices. It seemed Kishanchanji and Manisha were in the kitchen talking. Perhaps Manisha was making coffee for Kishanchanji and herself. In no time I saw Manisha leaning against the Kitchen door with a coffee mug in her hand. Kishanchanji was standing opposite to her.

Manisha had changed and was wearing her sexiest night suit. It was not the skimpiest; she had many that exposed lot more than what they hide. This one was slightly conservative, yet one that revealed the right amount of skin. I had presented this night suit to her on our first anniversary. It was a bright red colored two-piece suit that adorned her flawless skin beautifully. At the time, I bought her this she was a bit small in size but now after Tushar's birth her breasts stood out magnificently.

"So you actually have cheated on your wife?" asked my wife

"Several times," replied Kishanchanji

"Are you proud of it?"

"Of course! Why shouldn't I? I was able to attract quite a few women and was able to satisfy their hunger as well," he retorted.

"What exactly do you get by bedding other women? Weren't you happy having sex with your wife?" Manisha asked curiously

"I very much liked sex with my wife but that is besides the point."

"I have a need for variety. There are so many incredibly beautiful women in this world. How could I restrict myself to just one?"

That was a typical man's response. I would in her position perhaps say the same thing.

"So you need to go on a rampage having one night stand with every woman you meet?"

"No! That is not my philosophy. I don't believe in one-night stands. I would like to savor the woman; have an ongoing relationship with her for at least couple of months, if not years."

"And that means I have to be selective!"

"Don't tell me! You cheated on your wife more than once and for more than a few years?" asked Manisha in a shocked tone

"Yes Manisha! But that doesn't mean that I ignored her."

"Which single girl would possibly want to have such a relationship with a married man? Wouldn't they want to court a single guy instead?"

"You may be right. But I am talking about married women."

"Married women?"

"Yes Married women my dear Manisha. They are the best bet. It is easy to have a long-term relationship without getting discovered and without any consequences. Also, they are more willing to experiment because most of them are bored with their sex lives"

"I don't understand. Why would married women indulge in extra-marital relationships? If they are caught then it is an end to their marriage."

"Lets think objectively. By objectively I mean, you arrive at a conclusion by keeping aside your feelings and societal compulsions."

Kishanchanji showed tact in his handling. He was able to engage Manisha in a very good conversation. Perhaps Manisha was helping him a bit but still it was clear that he was expert at handling women.

"Between Male and Female, who do you think is stronger class sexually?"

"Means?"

"I mean who has more power in the sex department? Who can last long?"

"Obviously Women!"

"Great! Then why restrict sex with only one person? When you are capable of having more than one copulation in a day?"

"I see."

"What is in it for a man? Why would he want to chase other married women?"

"Men are hardwired for it. They want to perpetuate their genes as much as they can. So the more women they mate with, the more likely they will be able to perpetuate their genes"

"So are you still trying to perpetuate your genes?" Manisha asked in a mocking tone.

"No. If you mean to ask if I am still having an affair with someone?"

"Why? Are you over the hump, already?"

"No. Just that my priorities had changed. I got sucked into bringing up my kids after my wife's death and taking care of the business. So didn't get an opportunity in a while now."

"What about yourself, he asked?"

"No. I have never been unfaithful to Vinit. Didn't feel a need for it."

"How often do you have sex?" he asked her inquisitively.

Giving a weird look she replied "about 3-4 times a week."

"That's it?" he exclaimed

"Why? What happened?"

"A beauty like you deserves a lot more!"

"Like what?"

"Sex at least every night; perhaps more than once a day. I can't believe Vinit could ignore you like that"

"It is not his fault. He is away 2 or 3 days on a weekly basis, so we really don't have that much time," she said in an attempt to defend me.

"Are you happy with this frequency?"

"What do you mean?"

"Would you like to do it more often?"

"I never thought about it"

"You should give it a thought. An attractive woman like you should not waste her youth."

"You have probably committed a mistake by having a ***** too early in your life. I think you two should have enjoyed your life before getting into the family way."

"Perhaps it is good that you already have a kid. You can now experiment more freely," Kishanchanji added.

"I haven't thought about it. I don't like the idea about cheating on Vinit."

Saying this she moved to our living room and Kishanchanji followed suit. Our living room was next to our kitchen and it was shielded from our bedroom and stairs. There was only a small portion of our love seat that was visible if one crouched down next to stairs. One could view the love seat through the kitchen door and the kitchen window. The vaulted ceilings in the living room reverberated the sound, which still helped me hear them clearly. I was hoping that they occupied the love seat otherwise I could not watch the action any further. Luckily both of them sat in the love seat, fairly close to each other. It was a smart move on Manisha's part to move to the love seat where they would be more comfortable and Kishanchanji could sit a lot more close to her without being conspicuous.

"You would only be doing him a favor by looking for sex outside your marriage. He could concentrate on his business and Tushar," Kishanchanji clarified as he sat down next to her.

"Stop kidding!" she said in a playful tone as she slapped his thigh, which was perilously close to her.

"I am serious. Beautiful women like you are not at all meant to be monogamous; they essentially are meant to be polygamous!"

He further explained, "Because no single person has the right to own what nature has bestowed on you. Beautiful women like you are meant to be bred."

"Pardon my language but I am just expressing my feelings," he apologized.

"Are you suggesting that I start ******** with every guy I meet?"

"No, All I am suggesting is to add some spice to your life"

"And for that you need to start ******** with some selective individuals. The ones with whom you could have a prolonged affair without being discovered," he elaborated

"Hmm..." Her lips parted as she was perhaps visualizing herself in bed with Kishanchanji.

"I am willing to offer my services!" Kishanchanji brought her out of her reverie as he said this.

"What?" She almost screamed. I was surprised at her response initially. Wondered if she was having doubts about going through with this. Kishanchanji, however, handled it very calmly.

"I am willing to offer my services. It has been quite some time since I had a women and I think you are perfect to begin with, again"

"Aren't you ashamed of proposing something like this to somebody who is young enough to be your ********?"

"Not really! Firstly, you are not my ********. Secondly, it would be a symbiotic relationship"

"How is it a symbiotic relationship?" she quickly retorted and added, "If I am as beautiful as you say then why should I have an affair with someone like you? I can choose a younger person, somebody of my age and someone who is better looking."

"Oh, I understand you mean tall dark and handsome, right?"

"Yes!"

"I definitely meet one criteria: the dark one," he said and broke into a laughter. His white teeth stood out in stark contrast to his dark lips.

"Remember Manisha, you are planning to have sex with this person and not marry him or parade him in front of society"

"So what are you trying to say?"

"You should look for things that will make sex pleasurable with this person and that's it"

"So?"

"All I am saying is that you haven't sampled me yet."

"Ha"

"Ok let's start with a kiss. Find out for yourself, if you like my kiss or not?"

"No way! My husband is ******** upstairs and I don't even want to imagine doing something like that with you"

"What's the harm in a kiss? Just give it a try"

"NO!"

"I don't find you attractive at all! Pardon me for being so rude but that is the truth."

"I can understand that very well. But don't you think that is good enough a reason to engage in an illicit relationship with me?"

I never thought of it so far but perhaps he was true. It was the images of my beautiful wife getting screwed by disgusting Kishanchanji that made me lust for the moment when this would happen.

"What?" she asked in a confused tone.

"Let me explain. You are fair and beautiful; your husband is fair and good-looking. So, you have felt how sex feels with a good-looking per***. Most people in their ordinary lives only think about this aspect and ignore the other aspect."

"Have you ever given a thought of submitting sexually to the most despicable looking man? Don't you think it would be very much different from numerous other encounters you might have with good-looking men?"

"Go on. I am listening," Manisha said encouraging him.

"Right now you are having sex with one of your own breed: fair and good looking ones. To get a real taste of sex you need to bed as many as possible and as many different kinds as possible.

"As I said earlier, men are hardwired to screw as many women as possible. Similarly, women are also hardwired to have sex with more than one partner. They also want to ensure that they conceive from more than one person to ensure that their offspring gets the best of everything.

"Now look at you. You have conceived a kid from Vinit already. If you conceive the second one from him then both would have same set of genes. Which means both can suffer from the same diseases. But if you had conceived the second from somebody else then your chances of having healthy ******** would improve.

"There is no point putting all your eggs in one basket!

"That way there would be no diversity amongst your ********. They would all be same genetically."

"So, you are suggesting that conceiving from you would add to genetic diversity of my ********," said Manisha explicitly clarifying what he was implying.

"Definitely!" Kishanchanji said emphatically

"But then how would I explain the physical differences; especially the stark contrast in the complexions?" she asked thoughtfully.

"Look at both of my *********. They are beautiful just that they are a bit on the darker side. They did manage to get some of their ******* features. You are much more beautiful. So, my ******** from you would be much more beautiful and even on the fairer side," he explained.

"Where did you get all these ideas?"

"I read a lot!"

"Have you ever tried to add genetic diversity to other women offspring's?" There was slight smile on her face as she asked it. She was getting into it now.

"Oh yes. I have two ******** from illicit affairs. One was with our servant woman; her husband was impotent, so I helped her conceive and another one in the family. You have already met my second ***. The guy who came last summer to our place."

Manisha gave a thought to recollect whom Kishanchanji was referring to and then said "Oh that one!"

"Yes. He is a byproduct of an illicit relationship with one of my relatives wife"

"So does that convince you?"

"NO!"

"Come on! I deserve a kiss after all this. I have been pursuing you for quite some time now."

This was the moment of decision for her. Will she finally bite the bullet? Will she submit to Kishanchanji's advances? Will she let the lecher suck nectar from her lips? She was pondering over Kishanchanji's demand, all the while staring at the carpet avoiding contact with his eyes.

Sensing an opportunity, Kishanchanji moved closer to Manisha. He was now just a few inches from her. Manisha was still lost in thought while this happened. Surprised by the sudden proximity to him, she pulled backwards but Kishanchanji already had his one hand encircling her and pulling her in.

Manisha didn't resist but neither did she move towards him. She was almost in his arms but was leaning back on the sofa a bit. Her eyes lightly shut, her breathing a bit labored betraying her pretension of being in control.

It was clear that Kishanchanji had to take the lead. He didn't move in haste, though. He took his time admiring her beauty from close quarters, his hand gently stroking her face and her hair, feeling lovely texture of her face and hair. Manisha let out a gasp as his fingers rolled over her lips. His thick black thumb was massaging her pink lips that were slightly parted.

The prelude to foreplay went on for almost five minutes. All the time Manisha was comfortably leaning back on the sofa with her eyes shut enjoying the sensations erupting in her body. It was not long before guilt overtook her, however. And she abruptly got up and tried to move away. Kishanchanji managed to grab her hand and pulled her back on the sofa in no time, though. There was deaf silence in the room.

Manisha was very tense and stiff now. She was sitting upright with her breasts jutting out. The silky top clung to her breasts and in fact dropped into her cleavage to outline her marvelous breasts. Kishanchanji started to massage her back very lightly to ease her. Not long after that he tried to pull her in for a kiss. Manisha turned her torso towards him but didn't seem quite willing to offer a kiss.

Kishanchanji tried to kiss her but she turned her face and offered her cheek instead. He showered her face with tiny kisses moving towards her neck gradually. Very soon he was nuzzling her neck, a very sensitive zone for Manisha. And then he tongued her earlobes the most erogenous zone of her body; he ran his tongue over the contours of her earlobe before driving his tongue through her aural cavity.

His small kisses were working Manisha up and she started to respond. Her hands that were lying next to her now moved up to encircle Kishanchanji and were lovingly holding him, while he was petting her. This didn't last for long. Soon, Kishanchanji moved up to kiss her mouth. Surprised with the sudden move, again, Manisha pulled back but only for a second and then willingly perked up her lips for Kishanchanji.

Kishanchanji's dark lips finally rested on her lips. It was one of the hottest moments of my life. To see her pink lips stacked up against his dark lips. Kishanchanji played with her lips by blowing small kisses. Manisha was sucked in the scene and didn't care to respond. Kishanchanji's kisses gradually became wet as his lips parted and his tongue played with her taut lips. She finally relented to his invading tongue and parted her slimy lips that were wet with Kishanchanji's saliva. They were locked in a passionate kiss now.

Kishanchanji's hands were freely roaming on her body. I could see him massaging her boobs and playing with them while he was kissing her. Manisha was completely in it now and was kissing him back with passion. Their tongues were dancing around each other swapping saliva.

Next Kishanchanji grabbed her hand and put it on top of his erection. She ran her hand over his erection a few times before pulling from the kiss. She looked down to perhaps admire the length of his manhood. I could see a sense of pleasant surprise on her face. She gave his dick a gentle squeeze and with a smile playing on her lips leaned in to give him full mouth kiss again.

This was another passionate kiss they shared this night. Kishanchanji was comfortably exploring her body now and I could see him play with her boobs a lot more. He managed to knead her nipples between his thumb and middle finger. Manisha could only moan into his mouth as he very adroitly massaged her breasts.

The foreplay was getting more and more intimate now. I could see Kishanchanji's hands caressing my wife's beautiful waist under her shirt. She held his hands as they were trying to sneak under shirt towards her breasts. She pulled back when things were getting heated up beyond her control.

She sneaked a peek towards the stairs to see if anybody was watching. I lay low on the stairs to avoid getting noticed; it was dark near the staircase and hence I was confident of not getting noticed. I wondered went through her mind at that time.

Was she worried about how fast things were moving? Was she having second thoughts? While these thoughts were going through my mind, I noticed that Manisha got up from her seat and moved into kitchen to have a glass of water. She was standing at the sink when Kishanchanji moved behind her pulling her into him and grinding his dick into her ass.

Manisha leaned back against him with her head resting on his shoulder as Kishanchanji's hands moved under her shirt and covered her splendid boobs. He was squeezing her tits very hard now. Not able to stand the pressure she turned around to kiss him fervently. This time the kiss didn't last forever but it was still very passionate.

"We got to stop now. Vinit might wake up," she breathlessly whispered to him pulling away from him. Her lips only inches away from his, glistening with their exchanged saliva. Kishanchanji was still glued to her body grinding his groin into hers. "Don't worry he must be fast asleep," saying that he latched onto her lips again.

"NO..." she said pushing him away and added "he might wake up for India-Australia match."

"But there is still an hour for that," Kishanchanji pleaded

"Why don't you check on him? We could do it if he is still asleep," he suggested

Manisha relented and came upstairs to check on me. I had already moved into bed pretending to be fast asleep. She sneaked into the bed tiptoed into the bedroom to check on me. She made an attempt to switch on the lights and wake me up. Finding me fast asleep she walked out of the bedroom closing the door behind her.

I waited for couple of minutes before moving out of the bedroom. I very carefully opened the bedroom door and peeped out to see if they were in the opposite room on first floor. Not finding them there, I peeped down to see if they were in the kitchen. I couldn't find them even there. They weren't in the living room either, at least not at the earlier position. I was clueless now. Did they move to the dining room?

I descended only a few steps to check the dining room that was next to the kitchen below our master bedroom. But then I found them in the kitchen standing the other side of the sink; that place was well concealed from the staircase. One would have to come half way down the staircase to view them. It was a much riskier position for me, as I didn't have much scope of moving away if Manisha or Kishanchanji walked towards the kitchen window that faced the stairway.

It was Kishanchanji who was leaning against the kitchen platform now, while Manisha leaned into his arms, passionately smooching him. With Kishanchanji couple of inches shorter than her she was towering over him. Kishanchanji was grinding into her as they kissed. I am sure she could feel his erection through his not so thick pajamas. Kishanchanji's hands had moved from her back to her but and were gently kneading them, occasionally pulling them into his groin.

Breaking the kiss Kishanchanji said, "I love your breath," to her and added further, "they have traces of a woman in heat." Responding to him with a smile she again moved in to kiss him. The kiss didn't last for long as Kishanchanji moved towards her neck first and then towards her breasts. He had already managed to unbutton her top and her cleavage must have been amply visible to him. She was wearing a bra but that didn't completely hide her superb breasts.

Kishanchanji showered her breasts with his kisses as his hands slowly worked underneath her top. Within no time he unhooked her bra and exposed her breasts. He took a step back to admire her breasts. She still was wearing the top and bra but most of the clothing were out of the way. As I had mentioned earlier Manisha is extremely fair and could easily pass as a Caucasian and that is even so when she undresses. Unlike other fair Indian women, who have darker areoles and cunt lips, Manisha has pinkish areoles and cunt lips.

Kishanchanji latched onto her breasts but he had to go slow as Manisha was still nursing Tushar. Not many like the taste of milk and I definitely had an aversion to it. But it seemed Kishanchanji didn't have any such problem. He was very comfortable in handling breasts of a woman who is nursing a baby. He played around her areoles for some time or so I guessed, as things were not that clear from where I was. But it was clear from the way Manisha gasped that Kishanchanji had latched onto her nipples now. Nipples are another of her erogenous zone – she loves it when I play with her nipples.

Manisha was on wobbly feet as Kishanchanji worked on her nipples. She was supporting herself on his shoulders as her hands lovingly tugged at his hair. Kishanchanji was really working on her nipples as Manisha was moaning now. The sounds she made were almost similar to the sounds she makes when she is about to cum. Not able to take Kishanchanji's onslaught she pulled him for a passionate kiss. She took the lead in this kiss as she devoured his mouth, probing it with her tongue. Kishanchanji in no time had his hands into her pants and was squeezing her wholesome butt.

It was time for Kishanchanji to take the next step. He moved one of his hands from her butt to her crotch and starting massaging her groin area. Manisha responded to his manipulations by grinding into him. I guess he was using his fingers to massage her cunt lips over her panties. They were playing it very dangerously now, as it was just a matter of minutes before they have to get into the final act. Manisha was the first one to realize how close they were to getting caught.

"Kishanchanji we are taking too many chances," she whispered to him breaking her kiss.

"Come on let's move into the spare bedroom," Kishanchanji said to her letting her know his intentions of screwing her.

"No, we could get caught if Vinit wakes up," she reasoned

"I can't take it anymore," he urged. "I have to have you."

"We have to do it some other time. Not now," she quickly replied.

"Okay why don't you play with my dick then?"

Hearing that Manisha moved her hand inside his pajamas and massaged his prick. She probably wanted to check his equipment before they parted their ways for tonight. Kishanchanji motioned her to kneel in front of him and check his equipment in a more comfortable position. In a trance she kneeled down in front of him and was staring at his bulge hidden under his pajamas. From my vantage point it did look sizeable and judging from her earlier reactions every time she handled his equipment it had to be of decent size.

She still didn't have the courage to unleash his manhood. Kishanchanji was toying with her silky brown hair, urging her to take the next step. She hesitated but taking a deep breath and stealing a glance towards the staircase moved her hands onto his bulge. She gave it a gentle squeeze before moving her hands towards his waistband. Without much ado she pulled down his pajamas to reveal Kishanchanji's boxer shorts.

I could now see it in even more detail. Now that his equipment was hidden only by a thin piece of underwear. I was eager to see if her mate would be well endowed as they have always been in my fantasies. I didn't have to wait for long. Manisha pulled down his underwear in an effort to unearth Kishanchanji's equipment. But being sizeable equipment she had pull it out of the hiding by her hand.

It was definitely something to marvel about. It was the darkest thing I had ever seen and was almost twice my size. Mine is a decent 5 inches when erect. His was much thicker too. While I had seen such and many more magnificent pricks during my bachelorhood in many porn movies, I had never seen such in real life. It was indeed pretty large by Indian standards. His prick stood out majestically amidst graying patch of hair, which was normal for a man of his age.

"How do you like it?" he asked her with a smirk on his face.

She didn't respond but kept on staring at it. I was sure that Manisha had chosen a well-endowed man to be her mate. Now, it was just a question of his performance in bed. With the kind of equipment Kishanchanji possessed he had to be only as good as I am to beat me hands down in the sex department. I wondered if he had bull-sized testicles to produce copious semen in order to impregnate her.

"If you had conceived from this. I can assure you, your *** would have had an equipment this size," Kishanchanji said very proudly.

She was still staring at his equipment with awe. She had wrapped her fingers around him and still there was almost half of his prick showing. His knob was all wet with his precum from the foreplay earlier. She was in a state of trance as she started jacking him slowly. It was a very slow and deliberate movement.

After about two minutes of jacking, Manisha moved her other hand onto his manhood to pull back his foreskin. The large purplish knob stared at her as soon as she pulled his foreskin back. The knob was much larger than mine both in length and width. While she did this, ************* her head moved closer to his prick, perhaps to examine his knob in detail.

It was an unimaginable site. Her pinkish red lips were just inches away from his purplish knob engorged with *****. It was not long before she had the urge to taste his equipment. She tentatively leaned forward and gave a small peck on his knob. Kishanchanji's hand was playing with her hair and urging her to take more of him in her mouth.

Her kisses became more and more wet and then I saw her take his knob in her mouth. She was doing it very carefully as if it was her most prestigious possession. In the meantime, Kishanchanji managed to lower his pajamas further until they fell down on the floor. His boxers were pulled down to around his knee and now Manisha had complete access to his prized genitals.

Her hands now moved to his testicles and she gently massaged them as she skillfully used her tongue on his knob. She uses tip of her tongue to make an attempt to penetrate the pee-hole on the penis. This act gives immense pleasure to me and I am sure Kishanchanji was enjoying the same treatment.

She moved his penis out to make way for his testicles and then I could see her sucking his testicles into her mouth. His testicles were much larger in size as I was hoping. Given a chance he surely would impregnate her in no time. I was particularly concerned about this as Manisha cannot handle the pill and hence we resort to using a condom for sex. She does use diaphragms on special occasions, which made me wonder if she would let Kishanchanji take her bareback.

Having sucked on his large semen-producing testicles she moved them out of her way and started kissing him under his testicles. She knows that perineum for a man is a very sensitive spot and she many a times pleases me by tickling with her tongue over there. She never performed analingus on me although I have pleaded to her several times for this. In the position Kishanchanji was standing it was difficult for her to reach that sensitive area and within no time she abandoned her futile attempts.

She moved her attention back to his penis and this time she proceeded to give him a full-fledged blowjob. Gradually her head started bobbing on his dick. She could only manage to take a little beyond his knob because of his huge size. Nevertheless, her intentions were clear.

Unlike many women I read about, Manisha doesn't tire of giving blowjobs. Men complain about their women not able to give blowjobs for longer durations because of tiring jaw muscles. Manisha could go on for almost half-an-hour at a stretch.

She was trying to slowly stuff more of that monster in her mouth gradually. After about five minutes she was able to suck almost half of his dick in her mouth.

Kishanchanji had started to slowly hump her mouth. He held her head while he seesawed his penis in and out of her mouth, all the while trying to push more of his dick in her. It was only after fifteen minutes of non-stop sucking did Kishanchanji showed signs of ejaculating. Sensing his approaching orgasm, Manisha sucked on him even more fervently. Kishanchanji couldn't withstand the added vigor and drove his prick in, one last time, as much as he could and ejaculated in her mouth. Manisha pulled away only a little bit to avoid ******* but didn't let go of his prick and let him deposit his sperm in her mouth. She tried to gulp in as much as she could.

Only after he had completely emptied his balls into her mouth did he let her go. Even after that Manisha still continued sucking on Kishanchanji's prick, ensuring that she lapped up every drop of his cum. I had never seen this kind of passion in her. She had tasted sperm earlier on my insistence but never really enjoyed the taste of it. This time, however, she seemed to be enjoying the taste, as she continued to clean his prick until it was spic and span. Only after that she excused herself to clean up.

"Manisha has the match started?" I asked her in a ****** tone.

"Not yet, there is still half an hour more," she replied nonchalantly.

I got from the bed and followed her to our living room where Kishanchanji was comfortably sitting watching the TV. It seems it had rained heavily and the match had to be called off. So, nothing much happened that night and we both went back to ***** again without wasting much time.

The next morning, when I woke up, I couldn't find Manisha next to me. It was already 10:30 in the morning and Manisha was in the kitchen, preparing breakfast for us. She is an early riser but I am sure even she must have got up very late today. I quickly got up, freshened up and joined her in the kitchen.

She was making egg omelet for breakfast. I hugged her from behind and started kissing her. She was pretty hot from last nights tryst and returned my kiss fervently. While kissing, last nights scenes went through my mind. These were the same pink lips that were penetrated yesterday by Kishanchanji's lucky penis.

I again looked at her to envision what it would feel for an old man like Kishanchanji to have sex with such a young lass. We were into the act while all this was going through my mind. It didn't last for long as the milk she had kept for boiling overflowed. Manisha worked on cleaning the gas stove as I moved to the dining table for my daily dose of news. I, however, just couldn't get the last-night scenes out of my mind and blurted out

"Did you enjoy last nights session?"

To my utter surprise instead of getting shocked she had an amused look on her face. She only smiled and her cheeks blushed in response to my question.

"How was it?" I asked her again.

"How long were you there?" she asked me

"Where?"

"From where you sneaked a peek?"

"I saw almost the entire thing," I meekly responded.

"Then you already know the answer, I guess," she shot back.

I knew the answer but somehow had this urge to hear it from her. Although, I hated the thought of even letting that lecher touch my wife, my dick somehow relished the idea of Manisha getting used by Kishanchanji. I was terribly excited by the scene of her head bobbing up and down on his manhood. She had chosen a potent mate, at least his manhood suggested this, and I was sure that he would be equally adept at servicing her. Incidentally, I had found the talk between her and Kishanchanji also very exciting and asked her, "What was that talk about breeding and all?"

She smiled again but this time a bit more playfully. When I asked her again she said

"About what? About diversifying your genetic pool?"

"Basically it means conceiving from multiple people diversifies your genetic pool and gives your progeny a better chance to cope up in this world," she defined it in a very technical manner.

"And you bought that argument?" I asked.

"Of course. What's wrong with it? That's how things are in ****** kingdom," she retorted

"And are you considering it?" I asked

"I haven't given much thought but the theory seems to be sound," she answered to my satisfaction.

"You didn't answer my first question, though?" I said in an attempt to hear from her description of last night's session.

"Which one?"

It seemed she had forgotten about the question and I said, "About last nights session and whether you enjoyed it or not?" clarifying what I meant.

"Obviously," she added after a second.

"Did he live up to your expectations?" I probed her further.

"We didn't do everything as you know but whatever we indulged in, I found him to be extremely talented," she put it in a nice manner after giving some thought.

"So you plan to continue the affair?" I asked her inquisitively.

"Yes, of course!" She said emphatically and then added, "By the way, how did you like it?"

"Did it live up to your fantasies?"

"Actually it was much more vivid than that," I said coyly not wanting to let her know how much I enjoyed her session.

"So, your dick does like me entertaining your neighbors Ah!"

"Come here. Sit down. I need to talk to you." Saying that she pulled me onto the sofa.

"Right at the outset, I would like to tell you that I love you, she said holding my hands in her hands and looking deeply into my eyes.

"What happened last night has opened my eyes to so many possibilities in the sex department?"

She was lost in those scenes as she said this to me.

"Earlier I was very reluctant to look for sex outside marriage but now I have the urge to experiment."

Her words trailing at the end but then coming out of her dreams she added, "A lot and with a lot more people!"

I was mot sure what she precisely meant or had in her mind but I didn't want to cease the momentum our relationship had gained. To comfort her I said, "You deserve a lot more Manisha and I fully support your decision."

"I wish you had considered other desirable men as potential mates, though," I added clarifying that I didn't quite approve of her relationship with Kishanchanji.

"I understand why you detest him but Vinit we have to be practical," she said in defense of her choice.

"Ever since we have got married, he has been pursuing me. I had resisted all his advances so far until you started pushing me to look for a lover outside.

"He was a natural choice for me and it was just a question of how good he would be in the sex department.

"My initial hunch that he would be much better has turned out to be true, at least partially," she said with a sly smile hinting towards the final act of intercourse that didn't happen last night.

"Even the proximity helps in making things happen frequently yet discretely," she continued.

All the time, I was just looking into her eyes. I could sense it, how desperately she wanted to continue her affair with him. Yet at the same time it she had meticulously thought out before starting her affair with him.

"Manisha our intentions are clear. We want to have some harmless fun but Kishanchanji seems to be more interested in impregnating you," I said putting forward my apprehensions. I was sure that we both were not ready for considering something that extreme.

"Your concerns are valid," she said agreeing with my interpretation of Kishanchanji's actions.

"But that is expected from him. It is in his genes and for many years he has not been able to sow his seeds," she added very tactfully.

"You seem to approve of his attentions," I complained

"I am neither approving nor disapproving but just acknowledging his intentions," she replied calmly.

"Is it that hard to guess reaction of a nomadic Lion on meeting a Lioness in heat?" she exhorted.

We both were avid fans of National Geographic and Discovery and often viewed the wildlife shows on these channels. So this reference didn't surprise me but it only intrigued me and made me wonder the direction in which our conversation was heading.

"I have seen the eagerness of caged Lion in him!" she exclaimed.

"A Lion who has been deprived of his mating privileges," she added justifying Kishanchanji's motives.

"But the Lioness would never let a nomadic Lion mount her," I reasoned reminding her about the instincts of a Lioness.

"Why?" she asked

"For fear of reaction of pride owner Lion," I responded.

"But what if the pride owner Lion himself wants his Lioness to mate with such nomadic Lions?" she retorted. She had touched upon on a very sensitive issue and I was getting uncomfortable now. It was me who had pleaded for her to experiment in the sex department with other men.

"The nomadic Lion wouldn't waste any time and would mount the Lioness as soon as he senses willingness in her," she continued.

"And he would mount her not once but several times until he is sure that he indeed has impregnated the Lioness."

She clarified Kishanchanji's intentions or rather justified his intentions. I didn't understand what her motives were in letting this happen. So, I asked her, "What is your role in all this?"

"All I have to do is willingly accept him every time he approaches for copulation."

"Let him mount me and quench his desire of mating with a prized Lioness," she elaborated.

"Are you implying that you would let Kishanchanji impregnate you?" I asked, puzzled with her explanation.

"All I am saying is that he would mount me on every possible opportunity till the time he doesn't plant his seeds in me," she said nonchalantly.

I was further confused with her explanation and asked her, "How would you stop him from impregnating you then?"

"Every Lioness has a natural defense that protects her from getting impregnated by nomadic Lion until his virility is ascertained.

"All I have to do is prolong the natural defense cycle that women have and being a human, I have recourse to artificial means to achieve this.

"Kishanchanji will be mounting me every day in an hope that someday the condom breaks and he ends up impregnating me.

"Or that someday in the heat of the moment I let him take me bareback and he ends up impregnating me."

"You seemed to be very well aware yet are willing to take the risk," I said in frustration.

"That is the very reason I believe he will be able to give me incredible sex day after day," she exclaimed

I was lost in thought while she was giving all these explanations. I was sort of regretting the fact that I urged her to consider sex outside marriage. I never thought that things would get out of hand and she might have her own plans on continuing such an affair. While I enjoyed the stories of wives getting impregnated by someone else I couldn't digest it when I faced that prospect.

In our leisurely sessions where we read the stories to each other and enacted them, we downplayed the impregnation aspect; we mentioned it only fleetingly on occasions where this was the central theme. Although, I do remember that both of us got very excited while reading such stories but we never proclaimed that we liked such a theme.

"Why are you so concerned?" she asked moving closer to me on the sofa.

"I remember you were very excited when we enacted some of the impregnation stories from the net," she added her fingers tracing my lips and gently caressing my face.

"Yes but it was a fantasy," I meekly replied not looking at her.

"Well, wouldn't you want to enact that fantasy of yours?" she asked me playfully as her fingers played with my lips and I had gently sucked her left index finger into my mouth.

"No," I said jerking her hand out of my mouth and tried to move away from her.

"Do you really mean it?" she asked playfully and added, "Let me see what the little master has to say." She was referring to my pecker and to my utter surprise I had an unmistakable stiff erection that was almost on the verge to explode. As her fingers traced my bulge my head dropped in shame. I was not able to fathom why I wanted her to get impregnated by Kishanchanji, or for that matter some body else. But it was clear that although I had this, perhaps, latent desire I didn't want to admit it.

"Your little master is saying something else," she said toying with my emotions.

"Manisha there are lots of complications with that," I reasoned, trying to change the topic of our conversation.

"You need to be prepared for them, then," she said emphatically.

"With the kind of engagement we have with Kishanchanji such things can happen even after taking precautions."

"Well if it happens as a mistake then it is fine but we should not purposely get into it," I said

"I have no intentions of delivering another baby so soon. So, you need not fret over it," she said cheering me up.

"So, what is the plan?" I asked

Neither Kishanchanji nor I want to waste any time in taking the affair to the next level.

So, we have to start at the earliest, implying that I give her an earliest opportunity to consummate her relationship with Kishanchanji.

I had to work on a very important sale and needed to visit my office today despite being a Saturday. Running your own business has its own issues. I guessed Manisha could utilize that time to get much better acquainted with Kishanchanji.

That day I had great difficulty in driving out the thoughts of my wife screwing Kishanchanji out of my mind. I had an important sale at hand that needed my complete attention but my dick wouldn't let me concentrate on my work. Finally, I had to jack off in the office restroom to relieve myself. Only then I was able to focus on my work. I had spent almost 3 hours on my work before a phone from a friend interrupted my concentration.

After having some casual talk with my friend I thought of giving a call to Manisha to find out what was up. Surprisingly, there was no answer. I tried a few more times but again she didn't pick up.

After another 5 minutes, I got a call from Manisha. She was short of breath and cursed me for calling at the wrong time I told you not to disturb me she said in an irritated tone and suddenly her conversation changed.

"Honey, I am fine. I was in the shower and hence couldn't take the call. I got to go now."

I knew that something was definitely up at home. Either they were into the act or had just finished the act. I had a tough time getting my thoughts back to the proposal at hand. With great difficulty I submerged myself into the files and only got up after the proposal was ready. It was around 9:30 pm and I got a call from Manisha to find out when I was returning.

I wondered if she wanted to have one last session with him before I returned and hence called up to find out. Anyway, I was to be back home in half-an-hour so was not sure if they would cut it so close.

I was home by 10:20. She was waiting for me at the door, wearing just her sexiest night suit. In no time I pulled her into my arms and our eyes met. She looked a bit tired, perhaps with the extended session with Kishanchanji. I checked for any signs of her rendezvous with him. Her skin seemed to be a bit more flushed and I saw a few bite marks around her lips, remnants of passionate kisses that were exchanged that day, perhaps. Her lips themselves looked tender, succulent, and reddish in color.

I lowered my mouth to hers, she didn't resist but neither did she reciprocate. My lips were engulfing her lips in an effort to penetrate her lips. Gradually her lips parted and I could feel my tongue sneaking in through her lips. She responded to my kiss by pushing her tongue deep into my mouth.

I wonder if Kishanchanji had just left for the day and I tasted their mixed juices. Her breath smelled normal and their wasn't an tangy or salty taste so she definitely hadn't given a blowjob to him just before I arrived.

With our intense tongue play, we found us moving into the living room and crashed onto the love seat where Kishanchanji had seduced Manisha last night. My hands were all over her body and I slowly unbuttoned her top. My hand sneaked into the bathrobe caressing her smooth skin onto one of her mound. Manisha gasped ************* as my fingers played with her nipples.

As my hand massaged her tits, I could witness the signs that Kishanchanji left for me. Her breasts were unusually fuller and red. Her flawless fair skin had lots of bruises and hickeys on her breasts. I lowered my mouth and took one of the nipples into my mouth. I gently rolled my tongue over her nipple and caressed her areole with my tongue. I then took her nipple into my teeth and very gently started nibbling at them. Manisha enjoyed this foreplay a lot.

"Easy Vinit!"

"Kishanchanji has already drained my milk," she moaned.

"He did!" I exclaimed.

"All evening he was latched onto my breasts."

"What else did he do?" saying that I was moved slowly towards her crotch.

"Slow baby, I am yet to recover from his assault. He has ravished me in last 4 hours. I have never been used this way."

Her panty was very wet with the juices of their mating. I had an urge to see how much open her lips were. I was not sure if she could have easily accommodated him, as his equipment was considerably larger than mine. I wondered if she purposely didn't take a shower and perhaps wanted to present herself in the state in which Kishanchanji had left her.

Ever so slowly I kneeled down all the while caressing her well-used body gently. She was comfortably lying on the love seat with her legs spread wide and her suit bunched up near her waist.

She let out a gasp as I moved in to smell her pussy from close quarters. It had a distinct smell of a well-used pussy. Without wasting much time I moved the thin silk material of her panty near the crotch area aside to expose her cunt lips. What I saw took my breath away! Her normally pink pussy lips were deep red in color and they were wide open showing the entrance to best place on earth.

She had played safe with Kishanchanji, as there were no signs of semen around her pussy. Her lips had the telltale signs of a much-used pussy. Her breathing was a bit labored as my fingers traced contours of her wide-open pussy. I wondered if she would be able to feel me after accommodating Kishanchanji.

"When did he leave?" I asked

"Just before you arrived," she replied lazily and then added - "I had seen him off through the side-gate when you arrived."

"Did he leave by himself or you had to bribe him," I asked playfully hinting that Kishanchanji might have been reluctant to leave.

"He left by himself, I didn't have to bribe him," she said in a matter of fact manner.

"So, he left just like that?"

"We exchanged a kiss at the door but it didn't last for long as you just arrived at that time."

So, my doubts were not unfounded. Here lips were bright red from the smooch she shared with him. And I surely tasted their mixed juices as we swapped quite some saliva during that kiss.

"I hope, I didn't disturb you folks," I said teasing her.

"No you didn't, we were almost done," she replied with a smile and then added, "Although, Kishanchanji wished to stay a bit longer."

"How was your first encounter with him," I asked her changing the topic.

She blushed hearing about her first extramarital intercourse with Kishanchanji.

"It was good," she responded coyly.

I could guess that she didn't seem too comfortable talking about her escapades with him. Perhaps it was too early to broach up the topic.

"I am glad that you decided to play safe with him," I said hinting towards the use of condom.

"I had too play safe but he didn't seem comfortable using a condom."

"But you did use a condom right?" I asked

"Yes, we did use a condom as I did not have any diaphragms. Need to buy them," she said and then after some thought added, "Just in case he gets too uncomfortable or the condom breaks, I would have another level of protection."

Manisha very adroitly brought the topic of protection through the use of diaphragm at the same time hinting the possibility of letting Kishanchanji taking her without a condom. Although, I hated the lecher, the visions of Kishanchanji spewing his baby making semen inside her were too tempting.

"How many times did you do it?" I asked.

Manisha rolled her eyes and her face showed embarrassment and she shot back at me, "Please Vinit this was our first time, I can't be so candid with you!"

"Okay then when was the last time he fucked you," I said making it a bit easier to answer this one.

She gave me the look that said, "You are incorrigible" and said, "Just after calling you we did it one last time."

"I was about to take a shower after calling you, but he didn't let me and instead utilized the half-an-hour left and took me on the very same seat."

That answered my doubt of not showering; she wanted to shower before I came home. It also answered my questions regarding the state of her well-used pussy. I wanted to ask her in what position he took her but I thought that was better left for some other time.

Without much ado I leaned forward and traced her open lips with tongue. Her body shivered as I did this. After making a few circles around her lips, I homed in on her clitoris. She loves it when I play with her clitoris and many a times I have made her orgasm just by going down on her, playing with her clitoris. This time, however, I found her squirm in pain as I did this and I heard her saying, "My pussy is very sore with Kishanchanji's onslaught. Please soothe it with your tongue."

"I don't need to cum, I have cum several times today. Just use your tongue and gently lap up my pussy."

Those words were enough to test my subservient tendencies. I knew if I had the courage to lap her pussy now, I wouldn't hesitate from doing so even if they hadn't used any protection.

Those were critical words. They were the kind of words that I had been longing to hear for such a long time. I always had this fascination of mating with my wife immediately after she had sex with somebody else. This was the first occasion when I had such an opportunity. I longed to feel every nook and corner of her body after such a session. I longed to see, smell, and taste the signs that showed that she has been used by somebody else.

I brought to her last orgasm for the day with gentle strokes of my tongue. She didn't waste any time after that and headed for a shower as soon as she had an orgasm leaving me to relieve myself. The dinner was uneventful as we both were embarrassed after our excitement subsided. Although I longed to hear the gory details of her escapades with Kishanchanji, I couldn't muster courage to ask her about that.

We didn't waste much time that night to get to bed. Manisha fell a***** as soon as she lay down. She was totally exhausted with her encounter with Kishanchanji. There was no more action planned for the whole of next week as Kishanchanji was flying early morning on Monday for some business.

I didn't fall a***** as lots of things were going through my mind that night and it was only around 2:00 pm in the night that I managed to fall a*****. I didn't have to worry about getting early next morning as it was Sunday and I deserved a day-off after working hard on the business proposal and also for soothing my wife's sore pussy.

I ***** very well usually and don't wake up very easily unless the ***** was ******* induced, as was the case on Friday night. However, today I didn't ***** well as the scenes of Kishanchanji and Manisha mating were drifting in and out of my mind. The next day I woke up very late again. The next day was pretty uneventful as we worked on cleaning our house and running regular errands. We went out for dinner that evening and met a few of our friends.

That night we didn't waste much time and got immediately into bed for sex. The sex was hot and very rapid. Manisha was very aggressive and made me go down on her for a long time before letting me penetrate her. She used her vaginal muscles so skillfully that I couldn't last for long and within no time I ejaculated into the condom. Although, I was pretty unhappy about my performance that night, Manisha didn't mind and seemed quite contended.

Manisha moved to bathroom to cleanup after the session. She took a shower and only then came out of the bathroom. This surprised me as she never bothered to shower after sex earlier and usually preferred to catch some *****. I felt something was fishy and went over earlier incidents to find if something unusual happened that night.

I recollected that we received a phone call as soon as we entered into the house after the dinner that night. I had to rush to bathroom to empty my bladder, while Manisha moved to pickup the phone. She had finished with phone call by the time I had returned from the bathroom. In no time after that she had initiated sex with me.

Although, her actions seemed quite innocuous only later I realized what was going on.

Again that night I couldn't get enough ***** as the scenes of Kishanchanji mounting my beautiful wife kept me awake until till around 1:00 in the night. Manisha was sound a***** after her relaxing shower. Even after falling a***** my ***** wasn't very sound and I kept on waking up until I noticed that it was 5:30 am, when I finally came out of that restless state. Not sure what brought me out of that state but Manisha was missing. She is an early riser but this was way too early for her to get out of bed.

It was pretty dark outside. Confirming that Tushar our one-year-old *** was sound a*****, I got out of bed to look for Manisha. I looked into our bathroom first to see if she was inside but the door was ajar and the sink was wet confirming that she had been to the bathroom recently. I thought she must be in kitchen to have a glass of water or something. But it was pretty dark downstairs and so she wasn't there either.

I was strongly suspecting that she was with Kishanchanji; I just hoped that she wasn't at his residence. I guessed they must be using the downstairs room but then I heard some noise from the room opposite to our master bedroom. I tiptoed to the other bedroom. I could hear some rustling sounds and then I heard Manisha's voice.

"You are so incorrigible. Can't you wait for just one week? Vinit might wake up"

"No please don't"

I was wondering who it was; my guess was Kishanchanji but what was he doing so early in our house. I could hear sound of lips smacking. I could see my dick rising to the tune of smacking lips.

"So did he do it?" I could hear Kishanchanji talking to her

"What?"

"Going down on you of course"

I could hear Manisha unbuckling his trousers and pulling down the rubber strap of his underwear and then I could hear slurping sounds. She was probably giving him a blowjob. I didn't understand what his question was.

"He did, right?"

"Yes!" he exclaimed

"I knew he was no man for you. He would be happy going down on his wife after his wife has sex with others," he said with lot of disdain in his voice.

It was then lot of things became clear to me. He was talking about me going down on her last night. I wondered if this was preplanned. Did Manisha wanted me to taste their mixed juices like the other husbands in so many stories we read? That comment about soothing her pussy with my tongue seemed insidious to me now.

"Did he find anything different?" he asked "Nothing as such but he confused our mixed juices to be my excitement," she said.

"Surprising, I ravaged you so much but he didn't notice," he said

"It was dark and I purposely didn't show him the state of my pussy," she said meekly.

"Did you let him penetrate you?"

"No! I already had too much for the day," she exclaimed.

I could hear the sounds of fucking now. I heard Manisha's rhythmic grunts, probably synchronized with Kishanchanji's strokes, the ones that I was unaware of. She never made such sound when we fucked. I could visualize their fucking session - Kishanchanji pleasuring Manisha. I was lost in thought when the sounds suddenly ceased. I checked my clock and already 15 minutes had passed.

I thought they were done with it and Kishanchanji might have climaxed but I hoped that he didn't. Living up to my expectations he didn't climax yet but the pause was only to change the position. Kishanchanji asked her if she liked this position.

"Not with you. With Vinit I like this position otherwise he doesn't last for long"

I could hear them giggling. She was referring to her getting on top; we frequently resorted to this position to postpone my ejaculation. Even then our fucking session barely exceeded more than 7-8 minutes. Kishanchanji already gave her a fucking of more than 15 minutes, almost 20 minutes now.

"Which position do you prefer with me?" he asked

"With you I prefer every position where you are humping me," she responded catching her breath.

"Why?"

"You are long and thick and I like the feeling of your penis seesawing through my cunt. And you don't cum quickly that increases and extends the pleasure."

"I have never bothered finding out my penis size. Am I bigger than your husband?"

"Oh yes!" she exclaimed, "I can feel your tip probing my cervix, trying to enter it, in missionary style. His has never reached that maiden territory. Also, you are a lot thicker than Vinit; it gives me that feeling of being full."

I was reasonably well endowed for an average Indian, just above 5 inches when fully erect. Also, I thought we had a reasonable sex life with us having sex 2-3 days in a week and each session lasting for about half-an-hour to an hour including foreplay.

"But there is something that you can never beat my husband at", I heared Manisha saying.

"What?"

"Eating pussy!" she exclaimed. "He is simply amazing. He doesn't mind going on for hours and is okay doing it at any time. Doesn't mind the state and smell of my pussy."

"Yes. I know," retorted Kishanchanji and I could hear both of them chuckling.

"Now hurry up. Lets finish this," she said and I could hear some movement; perhaps they were changing positions. They have been already inside for more than 35 minutes now.

"Even, I love this position, " said Kishanchanji, "this way when I cum in you, my sperms would have to travel the least distance to make a baby in you."

"I don't understand why you are insisting on a condom," he said in desperation.

"Trust me I am clean," he said implying that our concerns were sexually transmitted diseases. Which weren't really as we were sure that he was not having any other affairs and neither did we feel that he had any visits to prostitutes.

"Trust is not the concern here. We don't want any unplanned pregnancy," she said and added, "I am out of diaphragms and pills don't suit me."

"What about planned pregnancy then?" he asked her still shafting her.

"It is too early to think of a baby as Tushar is just an year old. I want to enjoy sex as much as I can before getting into family way again," she responded to him.

Her response again surprised me. She didn't seem to be too concerned about getting pregnant from Kishanchanji. Instead she didn't want her sex life to be interrupted with another *****.

"Come on don't waste much time. Give it to me!" she said urging him to fuck her harder.

Manisha's grunts were getting louder now and more rapid; they both were just about to climax, I guessed. In such a stage, I would have taken a few more seconds to ejaculate but Kishanchanji rammed her for almost 5 more minutes before climaxing. Both of them were catching their breaths now.

"What a fabulous way to begin the day!" exclaimed Kishanchanji

"Manisha, I am really grateful to you for letting me in this morning. I didn't want to wait for a week to get together with you again," he said

"The pleasure was all mine! I too would have missed you; good that you turned up early in the morning."

"Can't you postpone this trip? You would be gone for too long!" said Manisha

"I would have loved to but can't. It is an urgent matter. Lets continue after I come back," said Kishanchanji

"Hard to believe that we have made so much of progress in a couple of weeks" he continued.

Couple of weeks! That surprised me. So their intimacy had been increasing day by day and I was glad that she didn't let Kishanchanji think that she was a slut.

"Although you would have to accept that you have been pursuing me ever since you met me," retorted Manisha.

"Yes, I agree. You have been my best and longest hunt and I hope, you will be my longest affair too!" said Kishanchanji

"With the kind of equipment you have and the vigor with which you fuck me, I am sure you have quite a few years before retirement," she added emphatically.

"When did you started contemplating having an affair with me? I am sure this idea has been with you for some time," asked Kishanchanji.

"Hmm it has been with me for some time. I remember having vague thoughts about you about couple of years ago but they got crystallized only recently."

"I knew that you were interested in me and wouldn't let any opportunity pass by," Manisha continued.

"Now that you have sampled my equipment, do you agree that conceiving from me is a good idea?" asked Kishanchanji

"That is a tough question to answer!" she quickly replied

"There is no doubt that sex with you is very exciting and fulfilling and I wish I had succumbed to your advances two years ago," and then to my utter surprise she added, "and Tushar had been a product of an unplanned pregnancy during such a hot encounter with you and not with Vinit."

A semblance of sanity restored as she further added, "However bringing a ***** in this world is no trivial matter and the decision to have one needs to be taken with due diligence and care."

I was happy to know that my wife was being pragmatic. But letting Kishanchanji know about her wishes to be impregnated by him surprised me. I thought she didn't want to get pregnant from him. Looking back at our conversations she had tactfully avoided answering that specific question as to whether she would like to conceive from him.

"But you had earlier said that Tushar was a result of an unplanned pregnancy!" Kishanchanji countered her.

"Yes he was."

"So, there could be another unplanned one. What is the problem with that?" he said playfully.

"Not really as during my fertile time I insist on double protection - diaphragm and condom."

"Besides do you want our sex life to be interrupted with a *****?" she asked him.

"I not only want to have lots of sex with you but I also want the sessions to be fruitful," he added thoughtfully.

"I want to have a ***** with a beautiful woman like you."

"Well only time will tell if you get such a privilege or not."

"Now hurry up it is getting very late, you might miss out your flight and even Vinit might wake up."

I quickly moved into our bedroom and waited for Manisha to return. She wasn't long.

Manisha was sound a***** after her brief interlude with Kishanchanji this morning. However, the comparison between Kishanchanji and me were playing in my head. I wondered if she praised Kishanchanji only to make him feel better? Did she really find that disgusting guy so attractive? Why didn't she let him know that conceiving from him was out of question? Could she even contemplate of conceiving from such a nasty guy? All these questions were popping in my mind while Manisha was sound a***** after her morning rendezvous with Kishanchanji.

I felt our sex life was great and bringing another male into our relationship was only to add some excitement to our lives. I still couldn't quite comprehend why she chose him in the first place. He is not at all attractive and I wonder how she smooches him. While my dick does get excited by the visions of them swapping saliva, my conscientious mind despises me for getting excited about it. I started to wonder if she had purposely chosen him as a mate to humiliate me. He was gifted with a majestic cock, though, and I admire Manisha's instincts in picking up such a well-endowed guy. At the same time I wondered if size mattered at all? The sounds I heard this morning were something very different from what I am used to. But then it could also be that she was feeling slight discomfort due to his excessive size.

I thought the orgasms were a result of the novelty and forbidden factor of the sessions between Kishanchanji and her. I conjured up numerous arguments to counter Kishanchanji's superiority in the sex department. How could such a physically unfit and aged person be better than a man in thirties? He harbored a potbelly and never exercised so it made me wonder if he really was that good. On the other hand, I was fit and trim and had a decent sized cock. More importantly, my wife, till now, never complained about my performance in the bedroom.

The more I thought of it the more I agonized over who was better in bed for Manisha. Given a choice whom would she prefer to have sex with? Would she prefer to conceive from Kishanchanji given a choice? I knew these were difficult questions to answer but without getting an answer my mind wouldn't rest in peace.

Next day, I wanted to confront her regarding her preference in this matter. I knew I was impatient and always messed up things in a hurry to settle scores. So, I retreated to my study room after breakfast to think over it at length before I broached up the topic with her. I was working from home that day.

Around noon, I came up with a brilliant idea that would put rest to my doubts - one way or another. I wanted to get an honest opinion from Manisha - if she would have crossed the line to conceive from Kishanchanji were there no societal restrictions. I had to involve her in the conversation before I broached up this sensitive issue, though. I had to bring it up inconspicuously but with some seriousness to get an honest answer from her.

Post lunch, I moved to our study room to work on some pending items from office and Manisha was feeding Tushar in our bedroom. It wasn't long before Manisha joined me in the study room. We were both fresh as we had lots of ***** in the night after our frantic sex which didn't last for long.

I was working on my laptop while Manisha was applying skin lotion to her legs on the sofa next too my study table. The sight was incredible - Her hands gliding over her slender long legs with some trace of body hair, a sign of virility in Indian women. Unlike other Indian women she was fairly tall and wasn't bulky, although after Tushar she did put on some weight but that only added to her voluptuousness. Her body showed no signs of ********** but the signs that Kishanchanji left were still showing clearly – couple of hickeys on her neck.

She was lost in thought and didn't notice that I was watching her. I asked, "What are you thinking?" waking her up from her reverie.

"Ah," she responded coming out of her thoughts. As our eyes met her smile widened and her rosy lips made way for her perfect white teeth. It was a smile that could captivate any man. I couldn't imagine how lucky Kishanchanji must have been to not only those lovely lips but also penetrate them with his dick.

"Nothing. Just thinking how much our relationship has matured in the past 4 years," she said after a pregnant pause.

Indeed we had matured marvelously into a perfectly happy couple; a startling contrast to Indian marriages, which were usually punctuated with numerous fights and separations. Our marriage had been rock solid. It was, perhaps, this faith in our relationship that gave us the courage to charter into such a forbidden territory. Such kind of experimentation is uncommon in India, if not rare. I was sure she was referring to this bold step of ours with that remark.

"Did you think I would live your fantasy some day," she asked me.

"Actually, no. But you see hope never dies," I said smiling back to her.

"Even I never thought I could live "our" fantasy," she said with clear emphasis on "our" part.

"So, it finally became your fantasy too," I said hinting towards my persistence that broke her resolve.

"Yes your constant persuasion made me contemplate about it and I enjoyed the thought of being center of attraction," she said

"You were pretty happy with it being a fantasy though," I said taking the credit for the new turn our relationship had taken.

"Yes I was," she said and then added after some thought, "But the erotic stories that we read on the Internet were too enticing."

"Were you as keen to live the fantasy, though," I asked

"Not as keen but I was excited at the prospect of being penetrated by someone else," she added bringing sexual overtone to our conversation. I was happy the way conversation was progressing.

"Since when did you start contemplating living our fantasy?"

"Don't exactly remember but it was definitely after Tushar's birth."

"I remember," I said and paused for a thought and added, "I had started pursuing this very aggressively after Tushar's birth. I felt we should live our fantasies before our ******** grew up."

"Actually, it wasn't because of your constant pressure. That I could handle," she said and then after collecting her thoughts she added meekly, "It was more because somebody pursued me very aggressively after Tushar's birth," countering me.

"Who that lecher Kishanchanji?" I asked. A rhetorical question, though. Her pouted lips partly opened to answer me but then she opted to just nod.

"I guess after giving birth to Tushar I transformed into a complete woman," she clarified.

It was true that Tushar's birth had transformed her from a girl into woman. She looks like a woman in her prime and fertile enough to deliver a cricket team.

"A woman, who could awaken Kishanchanji's desires after a long period of celibacy.

"A woman, whom he couldn't let just pass by!" she exclaimed patting herself for driving a 45-year old to pursue her so aggressively that she had no choice but to succumb to his advances.

"Well, I wouldn't blame him," I said agreeing with her views as I moved to the sofa and sat astride behind her, gently embracing her from behind.

"Anybody who gets close to you would have such an urge. Moreover you indeed have transformed into a much desirable woman," I said in a playful tone moving her hands towards her magnificent breasts.

"Oh! Stop it," Manisha said brushing aside my compliments and my hands.

"I really mean it!" I said almost pleading but this time my hands just besides her.

"In just one year you have gone back to your original shape. No one could tell that you have a 1-year old ***," I said justifying my compliments.

"Anyway, his relentless pursuit broke my resolve and I gave in to his advances that day."

"It wasn't as if there were no conversations with sexual innuendos earlier."

"But that night desire and opportunity were at a peak and I offered him the much awaited kiss," she added as she got from her seat and took the opposite seat on the chair.

"And then nature took its course," I completed her sentence smiling.

"I had to succumb to his advances that night as otherwise it would have sent a strong negative signal to him," she elaborated.

The opportunity was there. I was in an inebriated state and was quite unlikely to wake up from that state of ******* stupor. However, I was not quite sure what she meant by her desire being at peak. So, I asked, "Understandably the opportunity was there but what exactly do you mean by your desire being at peak?"

I could see Manisha blush in response to my innocuous question. I noticed her beautiful eyelashes and her deep dark brown eyes as she stole glances at me while staring at our well-polished marble floor. Her cheeks were visibly red – a sign of excitement and embarrassment.

"Don't ask such a naive question, VINIT?" she pleaded.

I was completely clueless and didn't know what she meant. So, I asked, "What?" I exclaimed not knowing how to respond.

"Aren't you aware how excitable women are that time of the month?" she meekly responded lowering her eyelids.

I wasn't quite sure what she was hinting at. Was she talking about her ********* period? I was lost in thought trying to understand what she implied to which she responded, "What?" Looking into my eyes initially playfully but then guessing that I had no clue what she was talking about she almost yelled,

"Vinit, I was in the middle of fertile period, damn it!"

It was very surprising that although, her talk about breeding with Kishanchanji tremendously excited me, I couldn't figure out such a no-brainer even after getting an hint. More importantly, it dawned on me that her periods must have started very recently.

She didn't have her periods since Tushar's birth till now due to her constant breastfeeding, which acts as a natural contraceptive. I am sure she was neither ovulating as she got it tested couple of months back due to her concern about her periods not starting even after 10 months. I was dumb enough to not realize that this morning when I eavesdropped on their session as well where she talked about using a condom to avoid pregnancy. Things were falling in place now!

"I guess then all that talk of breeding must have excited you," I said not realizing how to continue the conversation.

"Indeed! It did it for me. I couldn't have perhaps mustered courage to embark on this affair if the timing hadn't been right," she said rising from her chair and walking aimlessly in the study room.

"Did Kishanchanji know about this?" I asked innocuously.

"NO," she almost screamed, "He didn't!"

"Although, I guess he might have sensed it," she said using her womanly instincts. She was pacing the room at a leisurely pace as she thought over the events.

"As far as I remember your periods hadn't resumed," I said probing her to find when her periods commenced again.

"They commenced last month," she responded calmly.

I was curious to know what started her ovulation and periods all of a sudden. We had been having lots of sex for past 3-4 months but that never triggered her periods. Also, her breastfeeding didn't reduce significantly to trigger it.

My hopes were sinking now, as Manisha was very excited at the prospect of having sex with Kishanchanji during her fertile period. Made me wonder if she subconsciously enjoyed the thought of copulating with him during that period, perhaps risking pregnancy. Worst, I wondered if Kishanchanji's relentless pursuit triggered her ovulation? Is such a thing possible? Can the desire to mate with a person trigger ovulation in a female under such conditions? Not sure if I had heard something of that sort in ****** kingdom yet.

It was about two months back when she finally agreed to live our fantasy and it makes me wonder if she agreed due to Kishanchanji's advances, which she found difficult to resist. More importantly, did her womanly instincts ****** her to ovulate before she considered mating with this nomadic lion? Would she have risked bareback sex with Kishanchanji if I hadn't woken up? I was presuming that both weren't prepared for such an eventuality and wouldn't have had protection measures handy.

Her Saturday session with Kishanchanji must have been really hot and raunchy. No wonder, he came home for another session in the wee hours this morning. I wondered if I should have eavesdropped on their Saturday session or perhaps secretly watched them making it out. My admiration for Kishanchanji grew leaps and bounds as all this went through my mind.

Not wanting to stall the conversation, I asked her, "Was it always Kishanchanji in your fantasies?" changing the topic slightly.

"No! But his were the most compelling and recurring ones."

"Didn't you fantasize about Amirchanji then?" I asked her surprised by her response.

"Actually, I masturbated thinking about him the very day I met him," she responded with a little apprehension in her voice as she looked into my eyes to judge my response.

I was surprised with Manisha's candid response to my question. She seemed to be in an incredible mood after the morning session with Kishanchanji. Our relationship seemed to have evolved to a point where she could openly admit of her preferences for potential mates. Amirchanji indeed was pretty good looking and was in very good shape for his age.

"What about you?" she asked immediately not wanting me to pick on her reply to earlier question.

"Who was humping me in your fantasies?" she asked.

"I always thought of a young attractive male having sex with you.

"So, I fantasized you ******** with such younger, attractive males in our friends circle but no one in particular," I said.

"Why didn't you opt for Amirchanji then?" I asked her continuing on our earlier thread.

"We hardly know Amirchanji," she said almost in desperation perhaps hinting that she would have been interested in starting her extramarital life with him.

"Hence I couldn't trust him with such an important secret," she said thoughtfully.

"Moreover, I always felt Kishanchanji deserved the privilege of being my first extramarital lover – a credit to his persistence!" she said countering my earlier guess. There was pin drop silence as she said this. I could clearly hear our heart beats pacing at a blistering pace. And then she meticulously added carefully sitting on the edge of the chair, "It was Kishanchanji who sensed a woman in heat that evening."

"He didn't let go of me even for a moment that evening," she said. Her voice trembling and her throat chocked as she said that. Clearing her throat she further added, "He adroitly seduced me in a matter of minutes in our very house."

I noted that evening that Kishanchanji and Manisha were hanging together most of the time and that is what initially pissed me off and I got myself *****. I shouldn't have any objection though, since that triggered their affair. Her talk now reminded me how much a male of species guards 'his' female in her fertile period ensuring that nobody else gets to mate with her.

Manisha emphasized how skillful Kishanchanji was in grabbing the moment. I wondered if he could sense that Manisha was in heat – would that have mattered to him? I really wondered how he must have arranged to be back in our house after moving me to our bedroom. Both Manisha and Kishanchanji had changed by the time I had woken up. Did Manisha invite him for a coffee or did he get himself invited?

Bringing myself to earlier thread, Amirchanji and Kishanchanji were contrasting characters – only similarity was their business acumen. I wondered what Manisha found attractive in each of them.

"Manisha," I broached up the topic, "Amirchanji and Kishanchanji are so very different and it is not clear to me what you find attractive about them?" I put forward innocently.

"I never realized that," she said

"Good that you asked. Let me think about it."

"I found both of them to be very focused," she said

"Means?"

"I mean both were interested in me and pursued me relentlessly," she clarified.

"More importantly, both of them had the knack to deal with women," she tactfully added.

"But those are the similarities?" I retorted.

"Their behaviors were very different. While Kishanchanji was a lecher and did things surreptitiously Amirchanji had certain haughtiness and preferred to be straightforward.

"Amirchanji had tremendous confidence. He made me feel desirable but never went overboard.

"Kishanchanji on the other hand always took an additional step to make me feel prized.

"Both of them seemed to be domineering kind but Kishanchanji was a bit smarter at achieving his objectives. He was willing to make concessions to meet his objectives. Amirchanji on the other hand wanted total supremacy and didn't budge from his stance."

She was spot on with her final sentence. That was the key difference between Kishanchanji and Amirchanji. With her thorough analysis, I wondered what it would be for Manisha to experience Amirchanji on the side. I was getting a bit greedy now and wanted to perhaps see both of them having sex with Manisha. Made me wonder if she could handle the attention of three people? Although, Manisha had opted for these two people from a practical perspective, I wondered if she found anyone more attractive in particular.

"Looks wise who do you find more attractive?" I asked her, an obvious question.

"Each of them is attractive in their own way," she replied to my utter surprise.

"Amirchanji is obviously attractive," she justified

"He is tall with a lean structure for his age and gifted with sharp features and fair complexion."

"Kishanchanji on the other hand is a sharp contrast!" she stated the obvious.

"Nevertheless, his dark skin has an appeal that I find difficult, if not impossible, to resist.

"The prospect of letting this short, stocky figure mount you would send a chill through the spine of any beautiful woman," she said contradicting herself.

"Yet it is the same forbidden thought that I find irresistible!"

"So, it is the stark contrast of complexion that arouses you," I asked inquisitively. Incidentally, I too found the stark contrast in their complexions quite arousing. Her rosy pink lips just inches away from his dark purple monster were an incredible sight.

"It is not just his dark complexion."

"Beautiful women are not supposed to be having sex with such a despicable looking man," she said.

"It is the thought of letting such a man mate with you in an extramarital affair did it for me!" she said in-between her labored breathing.

"And that too in the middle of my fertile period," she added further hitting right on the head of nail.

"So, you find Kishanchanji more attractive than Amirchanji," I said putting things together, brushing aside her remarks of being in the middle of fertile period. Somehow, I was not very comfortable with discussing this thing with her now. As more information became available, I wondered if it made any sense to even broach up the subject so early. More importantly, it seemed that I would be on the loosing end anyway. Again, if she had already made up her mind then there was no point hiding from it either, so I just thought of continuing it.

"I find the thought of having sex with Kishanchanji forbidden," she said clarifying, "Otherwise, Amirchanji is more attractive and had Kishanchanji been attractive like him, I would have opted for Amirchanji."

"I wonder how you could manage to kiss Kishanchanji if you find him so despicable?"

"That is what makes it so exciting. Letting a despicable lecher suck nectar from my rosy lips."

"I guess the sucking is both ways," I said hinting towards the involvement of both parties in a kiss.

"That is what a kiss is all about, isn't it?"

"Don't you find putting your tongue in his mouth disgusting? Not to mention him putting his tongue in your mouth."

"Both are the same – a process of exchanging saliva!"

"I still wonder how you could kiss that foul-breathed bastard!"

"Ekes!" she screamed.

"How could you imagine such a disgusting thing?" she shot at me.

"His breath is fine!"

"Not as fresh as yours but not so bad to put me off."

"You serious?"

"Of course!"

"What do you think?"

"I can't imagine having sex with someone whom I can't kiss."

"Moreover, I found him to be well-groomed and presentable since past couple of months."

"A change brought in him, perhaps, by the hope of nailing me in the near future."

"Isn't it surprising that both of them are much older for you though?" I asked her changing the topic.

"I never thought about it but subconsciously I have preferred older men, I guess."

"Why?"

"Older men, specially in the range of 40's are much secure and experienced."

"They are wiser and know how to please a woman in bed."

I found her line of though a bit out of the ordinary and said, "I thought younger men were better in the sex department – more virile, with a strong sex drive."

"Hmm... true but they are amateurs!"

"Also, I am not too convinced about sex drive thing," she said rejecting my hypothesis.

"Why?"

"I feel both Amirchanji and Kishanchanji have a strong sex drive even now."

"How do you know?"

"Never underestimate a woman's instincts!" she said emphatically.

"It wasn't hard to guess that Kishanchanji's drive was still strong."

"After ******** with him I can certainly say that he has many more years before his sex drive could take a plunge.

"About Amirchanji it is still a strong hunch.

"Nevertheless, older men prefer to have extramarital affairs with younger women."

"I have nothing to loose but only to gain from their vast experience!" she said defending her strong preference for older men.

"Point conceded," I said accepting her point of view.

"But how could you sense that he would be good in the bedroom, and ..." my words trailed as I mustered courage to complete the sentence.

"And?" she asked looking into my eyes.

"That he was well-endowed!" I said it without even blinking an eye after her. She smiled and responded, "Instincts!"

"Really?"

"Yes! And that night when he guided my hand to his erection during a passionate smooch, I knew my instincts were spot on."

"But you weren't 100% sure before, right?"

"Obviously, how could I? I am not a fortuneteller VINIT!"

"Your behavior that night was very risky. What if I had woken up and walked on you both? What if Tushar had woken up."

"I know that is what made it so exciting," she said giggling.

"Moreover, Kishanchanji had me worked up so much that I couldn't resist," she added justifying her actions that night.

"You had the guts to give him a blowjob in the kitchen," I said almost complaining.

"Isn't it better than having intercourse in the living room?" she retorted.

"Besides, why are you complaining? I am sure you too enjoyed it from your vantage point."

"Yes I did," I said conceding that I too had immensely enjoyed.

"Kishanchanji wanted to continue in our spare bedroom. That would have been very risky as you could have woken up anytime for the match."

"So, you weren't aware that I was there all the time?" I asked her puzzled about this new piece of information.

"No, it was only during my blowjob that I realized you were watching discretely from the staircase."

I was glad to hear this piece of information. So, her reaction to Kishanchanji's advances weren't calculated and she was her natural self. As the scenes played through my mind, I could recollect how adroitly Kishanchanji had maneuvered the conversation and only at the right moment did his actions became physical. Her passionate kisses were proof that she found him attractive enough to mate with him.

"And that didn't affect you?" I asked surprised with her answer. She never showed that she was caught in the act.

"Actually, my heart did skip a beat but then it was dark for me to ascertain that you were there."

"Moreover, I was already into the action."

"Yes! You were into the act completely. Devouring every inch of his monster!"

"Oh Yes!"

"It was fabulous – my first extramarital rendezvous!"

"When did you know for sure that I was watching you?" I asked.

"Only the next day when you mentioned it."

I cursed myself for not being able to control myself. She was totally unaware about my presence. Although, she did think that I was watching them it was too difficult to make out in the dark.

"I had no intentions of continuing it in our spare bedroom," she said bringing back the reason why she took such a risky-step that night.

"But Kishanchanji wanted to continue."

"Perhaps, he was not sure if such an opportunity would arise again," she added. I could understand that. She could have shrugged of what transpired that night if it hadn't gone beyond some petting. It was imperative for Kishanchanji to put a stamp that it was much more than petting. So, that he could coerce her to continue the affair if her guilty conscience prevented her from resuming the affair the next day. And stamp he did put – by penetrating her lips that night. Does it matter which ones?

As fate would have it, Tushar's loud cries interrupted our conversation. It broke the momentum our conversations had gained. As Manisha hurriedly left the study room, I wondered if we would be able to continue this conversation again. I turned my attention back to my laptop and tried to continue from where I left off. However, I wasn't in a state to work. I needed more of the gory details and within five minutes decided to join Manisha in our bedroom.

Manisha was breastfeeding Tushar; she believed that added to longevity of our *** and also helped her regain her size quickly. She motioned me to keep quite as Tushar was content feeding and was, I guess, almost on verge of falling asleep. I tiptoed to the bed and silently lied down next to her my body pressing against her entire body. I wiggled in position to line my throbbing erection just next to her ass crack.

I nudged her neck with my lips and whispered into her ears, "Why don't you continue your story?" She turned back slightly and looked into my eyes to sense how desperate I was for this. Our eyes met and lips sealed into a passionate kiss. We fervently swapped saliva while Tushar, our one-year-old one, was suckling.

"He wanted to be relieved," she said breaking her kiss. Her lips glistened with our mixed juices.

"What was going through your mind when he implored you for that," I asked urging her to give me the gory details.

"I had the urge to take a peek at his manhood that would penetrate my virginal married vagina sooner or later," she said giggling at the thought of it.

"He was well-endowed. I felt the entire length of his cock – a good eight inches – before he motioned me to kneel down."

It was clear she was not good at numbers. It was clearly around 10 inches almost twice my size. I was not sure if his size enticed her but it seemed so now. Anyway, I wasn't to let her know that he was almost twice my size.

"Did you plan to give him a blowjob? Or just masturbate him."

"All I wanted to do was inspect his majestic equipment that felt so nice concealed in his pajamas," she said nonchalantly.

"But I was also concerned about the possibilities if you walked in on us in that state," she said in a concerned tone.

"On an after thought, we would have been more safer if we had moved to dining room but some rea*** we just decided to do it in the kitchen."

"What did you find when you peeled off the pajamas?" I asked her as my hands moved cupped her sizeable bum and gave her a gentle squeeze.

"A thick black one-eyed monster stared at me," she responded carefully choosing the words to titillate me. Her lips only couple of inches from mine – her intoxicating breath revealing her excited state.

"He wasn't completely hard, though."

"Perhaps due to his age," she added thoughtfully.

"The visions of this monster ramming into my tight snatch were driving my crazy," she said breathing heavily.

"I played with his prick and in no time it was as taught as a cable wire, leaking copious precum."

"Did you feel like tasting it at that time?"

"Perhaps.

"I didn't feel like wasting his precious precum and used my thumbs to spread it on his penis, instead."

"And then you pulled forward his foreskin," I said continuing her story.

"Wow, you were quite watchful," she said blushing. "Yes I was," I said as I leaned forward to kiss her lips again. This was a short wet peck though.

"Kishanchanji was gently pulling me towards his erect penis."

"Relenting to his pressure, I leaned forward as I pulled back his foreskin and massaged his bulbous knob."

"It was dark purple in color and much larger than yours," she mentioned nonchalantly. It had to be, he was much larger than me I heard saying to myself.

"Lust filled my mind as the strong smell of sex hit my nostrils."

"I was just inches away from his penis and the musky smell of his sex was intoxicating me."

"It was in that inebriated state of lust I relented to his continued pressure and kissed his knob."

"A peck, right?" I interrupted her saying what I had seen. Manisha picked Tushar and got up to put him in his cradle the other side of the bed.

"It was a kiss as my lips had parted just enough to conceal his pee hole in the kiss," she said as she put him safely in the cradle.

"I had an urge to pleasure this monster as it would be soon pleasuring me," she said returning back to me.

"And then I got into the act completely."

"You went overboard in pleasuring him!"

"Just in your first encounter you were going in for his perineum?" I said in an accusing tone.

"I told you I was full of lust for him that night," she said justifying her conduct and gently pushing me downwards hinting for me to go down on her.

"Weren't you afraid of portraying a sluttish image in front of him?" I asked gently sliding down towards the bed. I rolled her nigh suite and kissed her slender beautiful thighs.

"That thought didn't cross my mind. Perhaps, I was secure having invested so much time in making sure that I am not an easy lay."

"In any event that is what he wanted me to be," she said revealing her inherent desire to please him. Her fingers clasped me hair and gently pushed me towards her vagina.

"A slut for him!"

"A slut - who wouldn't stop at anything for the sake of pleasuring him."

I was surprised at the submissive streak that Manisha was revealing. I always thought she was dominating kind and after living with her for four years this was a sudden sharp turn in her behavior. She has always been in command in our relationship – not that I regretted it. I wondered if Kishanchanji had struck the submissive chord in her.

"His large sacs complimented his equipment well," she continued. I found her panties and gently pushed the panty aside to expose her reddish lips. She was definitely in a very excited state as she had some secretions as well, which she usually has when she is extremely hot.

"I bathed his sacs in my saliva – an urge ****** me to feel every part of his genitals with my mouth."

"It was an awkward position that spoiled my efforts otherwise I was determined to find his perineum," she said.

"Looks like you wouldn't have minded even tonguing his asshole," I exclaimed feeling the throes of passion she was in. My remark had caught her off guard and perhaps I was burdening her with my thoughts. I wondered if she could give him the privilege of being the first to experience analingus from her.

"I didn't think about it then but I wouldn't have minded if he had asked for it," she surprised me with her witty reply. The answer clearly showed that she was quite keen to impress him and willing to even indulge in acts that she never even performed with me. Her hands put further pressure and pulled me to her vaginal lips. I gently probed her clitoris with tip of my tongue; she only moaned as my tongue touched her sensitive clitoris.

"Did you try attempting it in your later sessions?"

"I didn't as he was more content with humping me every time he had an erection."

"I was surprised seeing you swallow his load in the heat of the moment," I said quickly bringing her back to original thread. She again guided me to her honey pot and urged me to lap it up. I wasn't sure why she was so persistent about having me go down on her. I was more interested in hearing what she had to say rather than please her with my tongue.

It just then dawned on me that she didn't have a bath after her morning session with Kishanchanji. As on Saturday she wanted me to lap up their mixed juices. I also remembered her talk about me going down on her on Saturday and not realizing what I tasted. Did she enjoy the idea of making me go down on her after her sessions with Kishanchanji? She didn't try that with Kishanchanji as she showered immediately after our last night's session and kept herself fresh for Kishanchanji. Made me wonder if there was a tacit understanding between them to make me go down on her after their sessions.

I was not sure about what was going in her mind but I didn't mind much. I loved eating her pussy anytime of the day. After Saturday night's session, I am sure I wouldn't hesitate from going down on her even if Kishanchanji hadn't used a condom. The eroticism of lapping their mixed juices was too enticing!

"Actually, I didn't plan on it." I heard her say as I gently lapped their mixed juices from her pussy.

"It just happened.

"It took quite some effort and my jaws were aching by the time he reached the point of ejaculation.

"I was too engrossed in the act and didn't realize that he could ejaculate any moment.

"His tight clasp of my hair should have indicated but I had the urge to take it to the edge until he could no longer hold it.

"When the first spurt hit the roof of my mouth, I realized that I was late." Hearing that I stopped and looked into her eyes. They were oozing sex; it was just a matter of minutes before she would let me to mount her.

"I could have pulled out - but two things prevented me," she said and stopped in for a breather or perhaps to create an impact with what she was about to say next. And the she pulling me to her cunt again added, "His tight clasp of my hair and my latent desire to taste his cum. His cum – the fruits of my first extramarital encounter."

I fervently chewed her lips hearing that. "Easy," she said, "Don't get too excited a lot more is still to come."

"While I didn't enjoy the taste of semen, the eroticism more than compensated for that bitter taste," she continued.

"In the heat of the moment I not only swallowed his cum without wasting a single drop but I also sucked it until it finally shrunk to its original size."

"Wish you had not woken up that morning, I could have had another go at his dick."

"Sorry, I didn't know you had further plans for that night," I mumbled not letting go her tasty lips that were penetrated this morning.

"I didn't plan but nature would have taken it course if you had not interrupted it."

"Didn't you have a go at his dick Saturday evening?"

"I did but didn't swallow his cum."

"Why?" I asked looking up, my tongue still inside her lips.

"Because he preferred to ejaculate inside me," she said looking into my eyes to find what response that remark of her elicited in me.

"And what do you prefer?" I found myself asking a very important question as I rested myself on my elbows. I wasn't to be challenged; I took the challenge to her letting her know that I am more than game for such a thing.

"What is your guess?" she asked my playfully gently pulling me into her again.

"Come on, I asked first."

"Well, I prefer to have him ejaculate inside me..." her words trailing towards the end.

"And not in the condom." She completed her sentence.

"His copious semen needs a better receptacle than a condom!" she said emphatically. Come on please don't stop, I need you to lap my cunt and keep me on the verge for me to continue the story.

"Moreover, condom ruins half the pleasure," she continued.

"Kishanchanji longed to feel my naked skin inside," she said as I got back to my job of sucking her lips.

"I too long to feel his bare penis inside me, especially during my non fertile days."

"That reminds me; you did mention about getting a diaphragm," I said bringing the topic of contraception she had mentioned in the passing Saturday night.

"Yes, I need to be very careful during my fertile period and a diaphragm along with condom should ensure that nothing unplanned happens," she responded. I was glad to note that she did seem pretty serious about not having a baby so soon. So, I knew if I could broach up the topic during this conversation she would give the decision in my favor. My hopes were still alive despite what all had transpired so far.

"You need to insist on a condom always. It is safer that way."

"Yes, I know. But Kishanchanji doesn't prefer condoms besides there is always a chance that in the heat of the moment we might forget the condom or run out of them."

"Would he be fine with you using spermicide with diaphragm?"

"He should be as he doesn't seem to prefer giving oral sex although he does relish receiving it."

"But it could be a problem for you, right?"

"And for me!"

"After all where would I go for oral sex, if Kishanchanji doesn't give me that," she said coyly implying that she relished oral sex with me and perhaps intercourse with him. A negative signal for me as this could sway the decision in Kishanchanji's favor. I relished oral sex with her and would have hated the taste of spermicide while going down on her.

"I have decided to avoid spermicide for now and opt for both a condom and diaphragm during my fertile days."

"Are you implying that you might let him take you other days without a condom?"

"Would you use diaphragm on those days?" I asked pushing her to be precise and the same time driving my finger deep into her pussy.

"Vinit it is hard to be so certain that we would always resort to condom's and diaphragm during my non fertile days," she said and then added, "But I intend to have at least a diaphragm during all the sessions with him."

"The reason I am bringing this up," I started, "I am not sure if he has a strong sex drive but he definitely is driven by his need to inseminate you. And we need to guard against that."

Manisha smiled to that remark of mine.

I couldn't understand if that was a smile or smirk. However, I could sense that she was deriving great pleasure in feeding my insecurities. I pushed the thoughts out of my mind as my tongue ravished her vagina lapping up their mixed juices until she could no longer withstand and urged me to mount her. I was reluctant to do so as I knew that I was far too excited and would perhaps cum within a few strokes.

As luck would have it she almost pulled me on top of her and ****** me to enter her. And within a few strokes I ejaculated in her. It wasn't worth the trouble going through the pain of putting on the condom just for a few strokes. I again felt ashamed of myself. Manisha, however, wasn't quite disappointed with my performance. She just joked, "Looks like talks about my session with Kishanchanji got you too excited!"

"I will make up for it tonight," I pleaded.

Nothing much was said that afternoon as I soon moved to study room to attend to my office work. Manisha meanwhile prepared to visit her doctor to get a good fit for her diaphragm – she didn't want to waste any time in letting Kishanchanji take her bareback, I guessed. Or was it that she wanted to play it safe?

Once I had drained my balls, the reality struck me that I was no match to Kishanchanji in the bedroom. It at least seemed so the way Manisha talked about it. With sanity restored, I wasn't quite sure about exploring the topic of Manisha's preferences in the bedroom. There was still this small voice somewhere lurking in my mind that told me that may be it is only my perception and the reality could be that she preferred me over Kishanchanji and it was only the novelty factor that made her enjoy her escapades with Kishanchanji. Anyway, I preferred to shelve this topic till I got a better idea.

Nothing significant happened over the next couple of days although Manisha was happier than ever. I suspected Kishanchanji kept in touch with her on the phone. I checked her mobile a couple of times to see if there were any calls from him. However, I couldn't find any numbers but it could be quite possible that Manisha might have cleared her call history.

Things took a swift turn again as Kishanchanji unexpectedly turned up Thursday morning to view another India-Australia match. Even Manisha didn't expect him as she still was in the bed while I was wide-awake waiting for that crucial match. I was surprised to find Kishanchanji at the door when I went to open the door after hearing the doorbell. He had an early morning shower, which his wet hair revealed. Apparently, he returned around midnight and was eager to watch this crucial match.

We both moved to our den next to our dining room. Our dining room is the other side of our main living room. Kitchen separates these two sections and immediately after the dining section there is this family room. The family room is a few steps below the entire flooring. There isn't any separation between the dining section and family room, which is convenient except for that the dining section is a bit elevated. The railing at the end of the dining section that logically separated the dining and family rooms was covered with a one of the bed sheets that was left to dry by Manisha.

Our family room has our main TV and our living room has small TV but we never watch TV there. The surprising element of our house was that the entrance to kitchen was from the living room and not from dining section. We had an opening on the dining section side that allowed us to pass dishes and food items and also an opening on the right side wall, which was bang opposite to the staircase and our main door.

The preferred seat in our family room is the sofa just below the dinning section railing right opposite to our king size TV. Both of us sunk in that sofa to watch the TV. The match was about to start. Both of us were pretty excited to be together again enjoying the favorite sport. Somehow, the hatred for him got replaced with respect perhaps due to the pleasure he gave my wife in our bedroom.

After about half-an-hour Manisha joined us in the family room. Surprisingly she had freshened up before joining us for the match. She was one of the last to brush her teeth even though she is usually the first to get up. I wondered if Kishanchanji called her up on the phone to let her know that he is back.

Somehow I sensed that both of them were up for something. Otherwise, why would Kishanchanji wake up so early in the morning instead of having a good night ***** immediately after returning last midnight? More importantly, why would he take a nice shower so early in the morning? His attention was mostly focused on Manisha who was sitting on our left side next to our window fiddling with her cell phone. That was another surprising thing about our house that our family room didn't have an exit to the lawn back side of our house.

Very soon, Manisha got up and moved to kitchen to make tea for all of us. Kishanchanji followed her saying that he would make it for us today. This wasn't anything unusual of him but I knew that something hanky panky might happen in the kitchen. They could be out of sight and yet keep an eye on me easily from kitchen. A brilliant idea struck me and I took my cell phone and made a call to my wife's phone, which was lying on the sofa. I quickly moved after Kishanchanji to grab a glass of water but quickly dumped my cell phone with speakerphone in the mess around the kitchen wall. With her phone I moved back to my original place.

With the loud TV volume they would be quite sure that I couldn't hear them but with her phone now I could hear what was going on in the kitchen. No sooner did I sunk into my sofa I heard Manisha exclaim,

"How come you are here?"

"You were supposed to come only on Sunday!"

"Oh Manisha I just couldn't wait any longer to meet you!"

"Stop It!" Manisha said gritting her teeth

"DON'T"

"Vinit is right there"

"Oh come on! He can't see," Kishanchanji said. And there was some silence and then I heard their lips smacking. They were right next to the phone it seemed. The kiss was fairly long and after about a minute I heard Manisha pull out for a breather and say, "You made my day!"

With the bed sheet left to dry on the railings and my low seat, I couldn't even see the kitchen window facing the dining section. In any case they would be careful not to do any hanky panky stuff in front of the window. Should they do, however, with a slight adjustment to our show case door I could at least faintly see their reflection.

"Now come on you got to make my day," said Kishanchanji.

"What is this?"

"A Gift!"

"A Gift? For me?" she quipped excitedly.

"Oh Lover," exclaimed Manisha and said "that is so cute of you." And then I heard their lips smacking again. Those words would ring forever in my ears. This was the first time she addressed that lecher as her lover. Again the kiss lasted for almost a minute. I didn't dare to turn around to see them as that might have made them suspicious.

"Don't open it"

"Let me see"

"Just wear it and show it to me."

"Now"

"Yes Now!"

"Wear that and come here to relieve me!"

I couldn't imagine the guts this man had. He wanted to be relieved in my house just behind my back by my wife.

"Are you crazy?"

"We can't do anything here in Vinit's presence," she added.

"I don't care!"

"I have come all the way so early to meet you with a special gift."

"Wouldn't you reciprocate by at least relieving me?" he pleaded

"Oh Kishanchanji!" she whispered, "You are so impatient."

"The whole of afternoon and evening is ours."

"Until then have patience!"

I interrupted their amorous foreplay by asking for tea. To which Kishanchanji quickly asked her to put on the gift that he brought for her. Kishanchanji got two cups of tea for both of us.

Manisha took sometime to descend the stairs again. I needed to make some adjustments to show case door to witness the happenings in the kitchen. I was sure they would go in for another round of petting and this time around Kishanchanji might take some unwarranted liberties. I was not sure if Manisha would have the courage to go through with it in my presence. It didn't take long for me to find out, though.

Kishanchanji received a phone call as all this was going through my mind and he excused himself saying that he would return in about 10 minutes. Meanwhile, Manisha descended the stairs as soon as Kishanchanji locked the door behind him.

"Where has Kishanchanji gone?" she asked me. I noticed that she prepared herself well for her morning session with Kishanchanji. She had taken shower and was in her favorite bathrobe now. Kishanchanji might have gifted some kind of lingerie. She came to me and sat astride me on the sofa. I could smell her fresh breath and fragrance of her new shampoo.

She leaned in and gave me a very hot kiss. It was the hottest kiss I ever received from her; or was it my mind making me feel that way. Anyway, the kiss was a leisurely one and did last for a long while. Breaking her kiss she whispered to me in her rather sultry voice, "Kishanchanji wants to take a few liberties with your wife in the kitchen."

"What?" I asked.

"He has bought a very nice gift for me and is expecting something in return."

"Really?" I blurted out feigning ignorance of the events that had transpired a few minutes back.

"Yes, the gifts are lovely and I feel obliged to return the favor."

"Gifts?"

"Yes, there is more than one."

"I hope you don't mind me accepting them."

"Don't you think it is going too far?"

"Yes. But you wanted me to go that far. Isn't it?"

"We already have gone too far by allowing him to have sex with me. Isn't it?"

"Honey but I don't want you to get emotionally involved with him."

"How could I have sex without having any kind of attachment with a person?"

"Honey that would jeopardize our relationship," I pleaded.

"Not really. In fact, bringing him in our life has actually ********** our love for each other."

"We are spending more quality time with each other and also having a lot more sex than we used to," she justified.

It was true that we had drawn a lot more closer in the last 3 months every since she agreed to experiment with extramarital sex. We had a lot more sessions in the bedroom and truly loved each other's company. In particular, I was drawn more to my wife, perhaps, by the fear of losing her to somebody else.

"But honey?" I again interjected her out of sheer frustration not being able to reason with her.

"Kishanchanji is lonely and he needs company not just in bed but in his life."

"And hence he is just trying to develop that friendship with me."

"What is the harm in that?" she argued.

"Honey you are half his age; he better try befriending someone of his age," I reasoned.

"If I am able to satisfy him in the bed, I don't see why I can't do so in his life," she said confidently.

"What if our love suffers as a consequence of that?" I asked earnestly looking into her eyes. My harried state revealed my frustration and my insecurities. She very sternly looked into my eyes and said, "I would never stop loving you!"

"No relationship is more important to me than ours."

"Do you understand that?" she said looking into my eyes.

"Now, I am living your fantasy for you. You might as well give me some freedom to play the way I want to."

"Am I asking too much?" she asked almost threatening to back out of the deal if I didn't play along.

"No," was my reluctant response.

"Then I hope you don't mind him taking a few liberties with your wife, right?" she asked me playfully.

"What kind of liberties?"

"I don't know. Why don't you ask him?" she shot back.

"Does it matter?" she asked in a saner tone after a brief pause.

I didn't have an immediate answer to her question but I wasn't sure what that lecher had in mind. If it was only having sex in the kitchen then it wouldn't be so bad but what if he wanted some unwarranted favors. Now, I couldn't think of what he might have in mind but knew that he was too smart to just ask for sex this morning. He had been getting that, anyway. Gathering some courage I put forward my concerns to my lovely wife who was so eager to offer those liberties to her newfound lover, "What if he asks for some kind of a special privilege?"

"What privilege?" she asked intrigued with my question.

"I don't know."

"Something that we wouldn't to grant him," I said shrugging my shoulders.

"I don't think there is anything to lose. He has already slept with me more than a few times and our secret is with him now. If he wanted anything then he can even blackmail us," she said playing down my doubts.

"He is hell bent on impregnating you. What if he asks for that?" I blurted out my deepest concern.

"Oh stop it! Don't be so insecure," she almost screamed.

"If he wanted to impregnate me, he could have done so by ****** me or even by blackmailing us," she added.

"I brought this up with you since I was not sure what he would have in mind and what kind of liberties he might ask," she said calmly.

"Now promise me that you would accept my decision on this. Let me take a call on whether it would jeopardize our relationship or not."

"You are unnecessarily concerned about innocuous things. So, please be patient and leave it to me."

"Just trust me," she said looking deeply into my eyes. I nodded agreeing with her decision.

"So, I ask you one last time," she said, "You have no objections to Kishanchanji taking liberties with me." I again reluctantly nodded.

"Honey, I am really in a hot mood. I wish Kishanchanji could have gone for couple of hours so that we could have had some hot, raunchy sex," she said leaning into me for another kiss. She did seem very hot and would have ravished me if we had more time. But Kishanchanji was supposed to return any minute and we didn't enough time to even go in for a quickie. Or did she want to keep herself clean for him?

I had started to think negatively ever since the episode with Kishanchanji had started. Forgetting, that she had expressed desire to make love with me just now. How could I even doubt her ever after hearing this?

Kishanchanji was back as we heard the bell ring. She quickly got up and said, "Fetch him, while I freshen up a bit for him."

"Btw, please leave for office as soon as the match is over and give me some privacy," she added with a lovely smile as she headed towards the washroom.

Hearing that my negative thoughts started again! She wanted to be fresh for him. But she just had a shower – did she want wash off remnants of our kiss? She never bothered to do that before she came to kiss me, especially after having kissed Kishanchanji?

I let Kishanchanji in and he soon joined me on the sofa. The match was getting very interesting but his mind was more on where Manisha was and he asked, "Where is Manisha?"

Before I could reply we both heard Manisha say, "I am preparing breakfast what would you folks like?"

"Oh why am I asking? I have soaked Dal for Idli and Chatni," she answered her question in no time.

"But this is going to take some time," she said to herself.

"Kishanchanji you wouldn't mind helping me. Now, would you?" she asked him in her sexy voice.

"No not at all," saying that he moved to the kitchen. The phone was still on and I could hear the conversation. In between, I had kept the show case door a bit ajar so that I could see their reflection while they were facing the window. No sooner did he reach the kitchen he asked her, "Show me?"

"What?"

"My gift you are wearing."

"You are so confident that I would wear it."

"I was hoping you would," Kishanchanji said. For once the arrogance in his voice was missing.

"I believe there were conditions attached with wearing them," she said playfully and turned towards the mixer that she had place right opposite the window. Seems that Kishanchanji had forwarded a small note along with the gift stipulating the conditions under which she should be accepting the gift, confirming my worst doubts.

"Yes, there were and I was sure that you wouldn't mind them," saying that Kishanchanji had moved towards her holding her lovingly from behind as she was working on preparing Chatni for the Idli's. Both of them were carrying on their romance right in front of the window completely ignoring my presence. I couldn't very clearly see them in the mirror but they were nevertheless visible.

"How could you be so sure?" she said looking sideways to him. "Apart from such an outrageous condition you had three more conditions that weren't mentioned," she added.

"What is outrageous about it?" he said rationalizing his demand gently playing with her glowing arms.

"We are anyway sort of leading that lifestyle. This is just formalizing it," he said nuzzling into her neck, perhaps giving small pecks.

"Still I am already married. How could I take on another husband?"

"Oh stop it! Keep some distance. Vinit might catch us," she said; her voice full of pretence.

"What did you have in mind anyway?" she asked shooing him away.

"Are you accepting my proposal then?"

"Let me see if you are wearing the dress or not," saying that Kishanchanji tried to sneak his arm into her dress.

"Behave yourself!" she said pushing his hand away and gave him a stern look. It sounded more of mock to me than real.

"I can't accept your proposal unless you let me know the other three conditions."

"You got to trust me," he said again encircling her from behind and trying to cajole her to accept him as her husband. "The rest three conditions are nothing but logical consequences of your acceptance of me as your husband," he said playfully.

"And what may that be," she immediately shot back but then held her words for a brief pause before she added, "bearing your ********?"

Hearing this he burst out into laughter, which was loud enough for me to turn back and ask them to share the joke with me. However, they ignored me with a casual remark that it was nothing and got back to their romance. I was glad that Manisha was concerned about it and brought it up at the right moment with him.

"You got me wrong!" he said

"I have never cheated when it comes to impregnating women. They voluntarily opt for my much superior genes!" he said proudly.

"What if I accept the proposal?" asked Manisha in calm and composed manner.

"Then we finish the ritual of putting the ring on your finger."

"And pronounce ourselves as husband wife right here!" he said ecstatically.

"And what about the other three conditions?" Manisha asked in her innocent voice wondering when he would let the cat out of the bag.

"I would pronounce those three conditions and you would accept them by saying "I do" and then we share a kiss to punctuate the proceedings," he said in a merry tone as if they would live happily ever after.

"Is it all hunky-dory as it sounds?" she asked still doubting his intentions.

"You better believe it!" he said very confidently.

"I think you are up with some pranks," she said not trusting Kishanchanji.

"Well, the conditions are out-of-the-ordinary; I have to admit!" he let the cat out of the bag. "But," he added, "Your acceptance of them would prove that you accepted me as your husband, whole-heartedly."

I could see that Manisha was concerned now as she separated from him and paused to think it over.

"I can assure you that the conditions wouldn't jeopardize your marriage," he said as Manisha pondered over the possibilities of his proposition.

"They are just meant to test your dutifulness towards me," he added.

"You are free to call it off if any of the conditions is unacceptable to you."

"But do remember that would be an end to our relationship," he further added. Although, the sentence sounded like an ultimatum but the tone wasn't intimidating at all.

"Can't we do it in the afternoon?" she said perhaps wanting to buy some time and the reasoned, "I am not even dressed for it."

"That's the point!" he said emphatically and added, "We consummate our wedding right here after that. You don't need a dress."

"You are insane!" she said pondering over the possibility of getting caught, I guessed. She did have my blessing to have sex with him in the kitchen but she still balked at the idea of doing it in the kitchen with me just sitting a few feet away. I could guess that she preferred more freedom.

"By the time Idli and Chatni are ready, we would be done. Then why worry?" he said calmly.

"Vinit is busy with his match and his work," he said looking in my direction. I was pretending to be busy with my office work; composing mails on my laptop.

"Anyway, we would have enough time to cover our tracks before Vinit reaches the kitchen," he said further rationalizing his decision.

"You got the ring?" she asked.

Some of the excitement in her voice was missing as she dreaded the three conditions that could either end her relationship with him or perhaps take it the next level.

"Yes," he said ignoring the coldness in her voice.

"Two of them?"

"No. Just one for you."

"What about you?"

"I don't need to. It is the women who wear to show that they are already taken."

"You snob!" she cursed him. So, Kishanchanji just wanted Manisha to wear his tag. I don't know why Manisha couldn't see through his ploy. She was still in the game while I could sense the impending storm that could shatter our relationship. I had the urge to get up and interrupt the proceedings but somehow couldn't muster the courage to do so. I had to trust Manisha and let her make the decision. Anyway, that is what I wanted her to do right from the beginning – take things as per her wish rather than being directed by either one of us – Kishanchanji or me.

"Okay let's get through with it quickly!" she said. I could almost hear her heartbeats that were racing at a blistering pace and the eagerness in her voice that just wanted to go ahead the Nike way – "Just do it!"

"That means you are accepting the proposal?"

"YES" she let out in her breathlessness.

"You are already wearing the gift?" Kishanchanji asked the obvious.

"YES. Now come on don't waste time," she sounded almost short of breath.

"That means you had already accepted the proposal before you came down," he said playing with her sentiments.

"How does it matter now?" she asked in a frustrated tone.

"You do understand that accepting the proposal means accepting the three conditions, right?"

"Yes 'I do' and I also understand that if they are unacceptable then it is an end to our relationship," she said explaining his conditions.

I was surprised to her the "I do" phrase much before the vows being exchanged and so was Kishanchanji as he remarked, "You seem to be already practicing with the 'I dos'."

Manisha blushed hearing that comment of his, which made my heart skip a beat. She was getting into the action now. Perhaps she was looking forward to his three conditions, which would complete his proposition. I could see in the glass that she ************* stepped towards with her eyes lowered – as any Indian women would step towards her prospective husband.

Kishanchanji played the dual role of ****** and husband as he recited the vows, "Do you take Manisha as your lawfully wedded wife?" To which, he himself responded saying, "I do!"

Now Kishanchanji asked her, "Do you take Kishanchanji as your lawfully wedded second husband?"

"I do" was her giggling yet nervous response.

And then came one by one his three dreaded conditions.

"Do you accept that Kishanchanji as your husband deserves to use you instead of a condom as a sperm receptacle?"

"What is that?" she almost yelled.

"It means as your second husband I am entitled to always cum inside you."

"But that could lead to pregnancy," she almost yelled. I was delighted to hear her tone as that convinced me that she too was not ready to be impregnated by him – at least not yet. After too many negative signals, I was happy to receive a positive one. It kept my hopes alive – she didn't necessarily prefer Kishanchanji over me after all.

"Not if I cum inside your mouth or ass," he calmly responded.

"You rascal!" she yelled at him for tricking her into something that unpleasant. Kishanchanji might be too big for her to accommodate in her behind and she didn't like the taste of cum. Although, she did let him cum in her mouth the very first time they had sex. She, however, never has had anal sex and never showed any inclination in having it with me. Every time my suggestion for anal sex was promptly shot down by her. She did allow me to tongue her puckered hole but never reciprocated the favor. I could also recollect her comment about tonguing his asshole if he demanded when we were discussing her first session with Kishanchanji, although, she never acceded to my demands of tonguing my asshole.

I guessed, this was out-of-the-ordinary but nothing unreasonable to be turned down and hence thought she would accept it – she did have the option of swallowing his cum if she didn't want to engage in anal sex.

"Come on you promised!" I heard Kishanchanji pleading as all this went through my mind.

"I do," we both heard her voice to our relief. Then came the second condition, "Do you accept that Kishanchanji as your husband deserves the right to deflower you!"

"I accept but how is it possible?"

"There are other virgin holes in a woman's body," he hinted towards her asshole. I was surprised to hear that as she must have already shared with him that we never had anal sex. Now, she would have to surrender her *other* virginity – a husband's privilege – to him. I was glad that he had anal sex as one of the conditions. I wasn't able to convince her for anal sex all these years, at least he is able to open her up. And then I could always enjoy anal sex with her once she starts liking it.

"I do." came her acceptance without Kishanchanji pleading for it. I guess, she had almost surrendered to the idea of letting him unwarranted privileges with her body. In a sense, I was relieved that the first two conditions were within reasonable boundaries and I didn't feel apprehensive about her acceptance of both the conditions.

Then came the third and final condition. Could this be the final blow? I wondered. "This is a bit long one. Have a bit of patience," he said almost warning her that final blow was about to be unleashed.

"Do you accept that Kishanchanji as your second husband missed on the privilege of taking your *real* virginity?" he started off. This was an obvious question to which she promptly answered yes but I was concerned with the direction this was heading. I was sure that he wanted to ask for some other privilege in lieu of this so called *lost* privilege.

"Do you accept that Kishanchanji is entitled to another privilege in return for this loss?" He further asked her.

"Yes," she replied and added further, "but you are already entitled to take my anal virginity in return."

"Doesn't that even things out?" she asked earnestly.

"No it doesn't," was Kishanchanji's emphatic response.

"Ask any guy if you wish," was his curt reply. I guess that put Manisha on the back foot; she was perhaps contemplating how to handle it. I knew that this was coming. He had an alternative hole to take but still wanted something extra. Although, I would agree with him that taking a virgin pussy is entirely different from taking a virgin asshole.

"I don't understand why it doesn't even out," she just blurted out not knowing how to reason with him.

"Let us put this way," he said, "Your second husband needs to be compensated for all the years your first husband had exclusive access over you."

"Ok," she said, "So, what do you want?"

"This is the litmus test," he said confirming my worst doubts. "Here is what I want you to accept," he said. "Now, these may sound as separate conditions but they are the same and I am enumerating them separately for the sake of clarity."

Saying this he enumerated his third condition(s).

"A. We would celebrate our anniversary on the same day as your anniversary with your first husband."

This one seemed innocuous to me. Wait a minute? Why did he want to do so? Wouldn't it interfere with my anniversary with my wife? Was Manisha thinking? I wondered if she could grasp this subtle point. Also, our wedding anniversary was less than a week away. Did he know about this?

"B. You would celebrate your anniversary with your second husband first before you celebrate it with your first husband."

That was the final blow indeed. He did want to humiliate by getting the privilege to fuck her first on our anniversary before she could come to me. Still Manisha uttered nothing. Was it all or did he have anything else in mind?

"C. You wouldn't be allowed to shower or cleanup between the celebrations."

The last condition sounded strange to me at first glance but then it struck me. He wanted to send my wife on her real anniversary with the telltale signs of a well-used-wife. It took some time for me to recover from that jolt. How could somebody as sensible as him ask for something that outrageous? More importantly Manisha hadn't responded to it at all; perhaps she was shell-shocked with his third and final condition.

"Are you out of your mind?" was her firm question after some pause. There wasn't any kind of pretence this time and she did seem very serious. "Do you know how mean that condition is?" she again asked him.

"It could expose our affair and put an end to my marriage," she said in a concerned tone. She didn't seem to be mad at him but was just concerned with the condition he had laid out, which started bugging me.

"How would it expose?" Kishanchanji asked.

"I spending time with you on our anniversary and not washing up before going to my husband?"

"Do you think Vinit is that dumb?"

"So what do you propose?" Kishanchanji asked her.

"Why don't you ask something sensible?" she quickly retorted.

"Like what?"

"Do you need to have the third condition?" she asked

"YES," he replied emphatically.

"You already let him go down on you after we had sex, right?" he asked her.

"Then what is the worry," he asked after hearing her response. So, Manisha making me eat her was definitely a planned move from them. Now, I started to get the drift of things. It seemed as if Manisha was really sucked into this affair pretty quickly and was willing to fulfill his irrational requests.

"With such a thing we always run a risk," she said. I was not sure what risk she was talking about. I knew that she was having an affair with Kishanchanji so there is no risk of me finding out. Or was she running the risk of me finding out that they are ******* me to cleanup after their intercourse? Although, I kind of guessed it that I was cleaning up remnants of their sexual encounter, I wasn't 100% sure.

It seemed Manisha was a willing compliance but the instigator was Kishanchanji. To be very honest I am not averse to the idea of cleaning up Manisha after she had sex with someone else, with or without a condom. In fact, it had been one of my deep down desires to go down on my wife after she has been well used. It is not that I love the taste of cum but just that I want to experience her well-used pussy and body, with or without cum on it.

However, I found the idea of cleaning up after Kishanchanji had sex with her, especially after ejaculating in her, very repulsive. Or perhaps my conscious mind never wanted to accept such a submissive position although my subconscious mind would have gladly accepted it.

"Is that all or do you have anything else?" I finally heard Manisha ask him; perhaps she had resigned to her fate of humiliating me to appease her superior stud. My subconscious mind accepted him to be much superior in bed but my conscious mind would always question my judgment.

"No. That's it!" he happily responded.

"I thought you would have one more on retaining the privilege to have unprotected sex with me on the anniversary day. No?" she jokingly added.

"Now that you mentioned it I think that would be a wise idea," he said.

"Shut up!"

"But again I am pretty sure you would grant me such a privilege not too far in the future," he said in a matter of fact manner.

"Now get on with the proceedings," she quickly responded not choosing to respond to that comment of his.

"You need to accept the third condition."

"I do!" was her response to Kishanchanji's relief.

Her acceptance to Kishanchanji's conditions broke my reverie. I had dreamt of her having a torrid affair but emotional involvement was never part of it. Inside, Kishanchanji inspected her wrapped up in the sexy lingerie he had presented to her. She had gained back her shape so the two piece lingerie adorned her. Manisha kneeled in front of him and offered him her best blowjob. Kishanchanji's hip gyrations confirmed that he appreciated her newly acquired skill where she would let the tip of the penis probe the opening of her throat. She could only do it a few times but that was enough for Kishanchanji to dump his load into her mouth.

I sat there silently, sifting through my emotions. I weighed everything my wife discreetly agreed to. For the past several years they had spent a lot of time together so the intimacy didn't surprise me; however it extending beyond the norms of decency bothered me. True, I was excited at the prospect of having my wife serviced with a well endowed male but her getting so intimate with him at an emotional level irritated me. What did I expect? He would like a mechanical robot come every day, screw my wife, and leave without any tell tale signs? Thinking it from Kishanchanji's perspective, I could understand why he wanted more than just sex from my wife. She was beautiful, young and willing to act slutty for him. Why right in front of her husband's prying eyes, she had the audacity to make out with him. In a complete act of brazenness, he demanded she dress in the sexy lingerie he gifted her and relieve him in our kitchen in my presence. It made me wonder if Kishanchanji knew about my tacit approval for her affair. Then again the conditions were nothing short of extraordinary if one were to take into consideration that their affair was less than 2 ½ weeks old. Either I was too dumb to not notice what had been happening all these years or I was completely unaware of the chemistry that had been developing between them.

What puzzled me most were his second and third conditions. Recollecting one of the conversations about me going down on her after he had sex with her confirmed why he insisted on the third condition. It seems he harbored secret thoughts of humiliating husbands of the wives he screwed and definitely derived pride in enlisting wives services in achieving that goal. Now, I wasn't averse to this notion of making up with my wife after she has sex with another man. In fact, I had specifically made a point to choose stories that described such acts in all its glory. Was it a surprise then that the women in those stories showed fascination for their lover's semen? And not surprisingly, umpteen number of such women end up getting pregnant from their lovers, all the while ensuring that their husbands used condoms or weren't allowed intercourse during the fertile period. It seemed inevitable - her carrying his *****. With the voracity she displayed it only seemed sooner than later. There wasn't any point in resisting the idea of Manisha living up to her promises; at best it was hypocritical. It was evident that my ego wasn't allowing me to entertain those ideas openly. Accidents were easier to accept as a consequence of treacherous lifestyle. Yet, I longed to know the undercurrents about what was transpiring. Did my dear wife, instigate those three conditions? Were they aware of my ploy of eavesdropping on me?

It bothered me that Kishanchanji had a free pass to sample charms of my wife from now on. There was no doubt that he would be a regular visitor to our house. And that only meant that she would be inclined to be accident prone with him than me.

Much of the match was ignored. I sat glued to my place but they made several excursions to bathrooms and other rooms on some pretext or other. It annoyed me but the painful erection soothed me. Kishanchanji excused himself after several hours. Manisha squeezed next to me after attending to our ***. She lovingly hugged me and without any further encouragement, I pounced on her. I pushed my tongue into her mouth. She let me have my way with her. Her mouth open, enticing my tongue and inturn massaging it gently with hers. Her body moved in unison with mine; very soon our pelvises were aligned and the grinding motion had commenced. Her breath and sensuality of the kiss conveyed her horny state. And her overall action conveyed that sexually she still desired me. After being challenged by such a well-endowed man that was comforting.

Moving to her sensitive breasts, I noticed a familiar musky smell. Something that I may have noticed while kissing her as well. My heart ached at the realization that I may have misunderstood her need to be soothed instead of getting fucked. And perhaps I may have misinterpreted the odor of her breath as well. When I gently unwrapped her ripe breasts from the intricately woven lingerie that Kishanchanji had gifted her, the odor intensified and filled my nostrils. In the faint light, the reddish spots on breasts were apparent. It reeked of semen and kissing them confirmed that my suspicions were well informed. Her aureoles were covered with a thin layer of white substance and when she directed her nipple straight into my mouth it was crystal clear. I had the urge to clean up her other breast but resisted it.

When we began our journey down this path; it was mostly by me impersonating the 'other man' in the bedroom. Most of it focused on the sexual act itself with a little bit of verbal foreplay. But, we all know, how corny that sounds; hence it didn't last for long. However, we never ever contemplated on the aspects that happened after the wife's episode with her lover. We read about stories that explicitly involved those themes and do recall that those descriptions did excite us. When Manisha pushed me southwards - it seemed as if she was enacting one such episode. I was paying roughly with her nipples at that moment but somehow that seemed irrelevant. Nuzzling into her pelvis, I looked for the tell tale signs of their action. The musky odor emanating from vagina didn't disappoint me. Her fingers played with my hair as I inhaled the aroma of their sex. Arousing her with my nose and lips by tracing her pussy lips over the flimsy pantie that only acted as a veil that adorned or rather revealed more than shielding her private parts.

I didn't expect them to have engaged in intercourse but I sincerely wished so. She arched her hips and spread her legs to provide better access. In a few minutes, I pushed aside gusset of her pantie to reveal her pussy lips. The sight stunned me. Her pussy had no trace of hair, perhaps at at the behest of her new husband.The thin slit that I was accustomed to had been replaced with a dilated slit and her pinkish pussy lips were deep red in color but the most important difference was that her lips flared up. The minor difference validated her choice of him as her mate. The resentment of welcoming Kishanchanji to our lives didn't quite vanish but atleast it assured me that he was a worthy suitor for my wife. This impact was only in a matter of few weeks, so I wondered what may happen after a few years.

She let out an audible moan when I pushed my tongue into her pussy. There wasn't any sign of semen but it had distinct aura of a well-fucked vagina. It had faint acidic taste similarly to what I found on her breasts. She relished my attention for the next fifteen minutes without inhibitions. It took much lesser than that for her to reach the pleasurable zone. Despite having cum few times already that morning, she came once again. And one of the earlier occasions where she didn't encourage me to mount her but continued enjoying my tongue. I continued pleasuring her as she climbed down from orgasm.

Eventually, when I did move on top of her, she locked her lips with mine and in a swift move firmly grasped my penis and milked it for what it was worth. Her other hand massaged my sacs. Manisha had never been so kinky; usually, she would grab it and guide it to the right place. We lay suspended in an awkward position with our mouths glued as her hands sensually massaged my taut penis between our bodies. It took only a few minutes for my penis to yield; spewing my semen over her stomach.

Later that evening, I broached up the subject for her morning rendezvous.

"What kind of liberties did you allow Kishanchanji?"

"Just the kind you would insist on."

"I wasn't that explicit," I countered.

"Stop kidding," she interjected.

"As much as you hate him," she said, "you do fantasize about me moaning with pleasure under him."

We kissed languidly. The atmosphere in our house had been electrifying in the past few weeks. Such acts weren't restricted to certain times or places in our house, now they happened spontaneously. We were in such state very early in our marriage but then it would immediately escalate into a romp in bed. Recently, we were content to keep ourselves in that elevated sexual state and only appease each other in micro episodes. We kissed a lot more and groped our sexual parts without having any obligation to end up in the bed. It meant that we were constantly on the edge, paving way to the sexual talk that started engaging in.

"Kishanchanji wants to help us," she said, breaking the kiss.

"His help comes in two ways - first, he wants to invest in our business & second, he wants to help us grow our business."

"Now, I know," she said, reading my mind, "you are wondering why?"

"But don't worry about that for a moment."

"He believes we can double can our business in no time," she continued.

"Really?"

"That's odd," I said, correcting my tone.

"Yes, we are barely afloat."

"But we know the reason behind that," she countered.

"Yes it is Amirchanji. He has been practically screwing me," I said in frustration. She chuckled.

"Competition is not always the right strategy - sometimes cooperation works better."

"You may be thinking - instead of getting screwed, allow him to screw your wife."

"But this is a serious commitment."

"Kishanchanji agreed to weigh in from our side."

"Why is he so generous?" I mocked.

"Its complicated," she sighed. I wondered if Manisha would gloss over the details about her understanding in the morning.

"Your disgusting neighbor," she exhaled, "proposed to me."

"All it means," she immediately clarified, "that he wants to rein his philandering nature and commit himself to a steady relationship."

"It only means - more of what we intended," she added. She uttered those last words directly into my mouth as she latched onto my lips once again. Her ways had changed. She was confident and open about her wants.

"You serious?" I asked. I tried my best to sound genuine. She seductively kissed the diamond ring on her finger. Her lips delicately pursed around the shining stone. It was a stunning specimen and may have cost a fortune. It dwarfed our wedding ring, sitting right next to it. If the difference between the rings was any indicates, it spoke volumes about my stature as a husband. And I did dreaded thinking about the differences in our equipment sizes.

"Isn't it beautiful?" she whispered. Her face had an aura of a newly wedded wife. And then she pursed her lips to kiss the stone once again; this time she pushed her tongue out to give it a few licks. It was mockery of my talent in bed and business. He wasn't only a better businessman but also adept at seducing women, half his age.

"What does it mean exactly Manisha?" I asked. She tried evading the question but when I insisted she said, "it only means that we entertain his as my husband."

"Allowing him the privacy that you allowed today - perhaps, a little more."

"He doesn't need to know that I know?"

"It doesn't take much to figure out such things."

"But the important point is that Kishanchanji would find ways to let you know as well."

"What do you mean?"

"This morning, attempting what he did is not for the faint of the heart."

"Its a new beginning for him so he is playing with spontaneity but deep down he wants you to know about it as well."

"Are we talking about any particular timeframes?"

"Forever - until he loses interest, which may be another ten years."

"We should agree though that we both want this," she said.

"Are you comfortable?"

"Not quite." I wanted to be honest.

"Just to clarify that the relationship is based on sex but trust is an essential ingredient."

"My love towards you and my attachment to our family is unaltered."

"It only gets stronger."

"However, to gain his trust and keep him trustworthy would require more than sexual involvement on my part."

"He is looking for a wife."

"Someone with whom he can share his highs and lows. Someone to whom he could whisper sweet nothings. Someone with whom he could ***** on a regular basis."

Without waiting for my feedback, she continued, "This is a lot to ask from a married woman."

"He understands that. It would be tempered with common sense."

"This paves the path to living our fantasy under our roof and have someone of Kishanchaji's caliber mentor you."

"Thoughts?"

"It is not quite what I envisioned but certainly has some positive aspects," I responded.

"Absolutely."

"He is a good package - good bedmate and excellent businessman - and his age and looks rule out the possibility of jealousy on your part."

It was true that the fear of losing Manisha to her was not something that I entertained but the fact that he may fulfill her sexual needs far better than I ever could bothered me. True, I needed that to happen for such a relationship to have meaning but the fact that he was on higher pedestal in this regard pricked me.

"We need to win him completely."

"Not just live out our fantasy but also to learn from him and shore up our business."

Manisha's activities had soothed his nerves. He was more receptive to our normal needs and it seems that Manisha was the catalyst for that transformation. My prejudices didn't allow him that liberty but when I looked back he had definitely mended his ways.

"Don't you agree?"

"What are you suggesting?"

"Is it a good idea for us to have in our side?"

"Absolutely. I have looked over his unpleasant characteristics in the past because we all know what he is capable of."

Manisha still was unclear. She contemplated about something but seemed ********* to openly share about it. Yet, it was evident that she didn't want to evade it.

Hesitantly, she started the dialog, "you remember the stories that we used to read?"

I nodded.

"They were queer - it took me a little while to even entertain them."

"And some of the acts, thoughts were despicable."

"Yet I noticed that they strangely excited you."

"Although, I disapproved them, I went with the flow, but every now and then some of those very same ideas would fire me up."

"What ideas?"

"Which stories?"

"I wondered," she said, ignoring my questions, "who could entertain such thoughts."

"Little did I realize that one day those acts and vivid descriptions would enthrall us."

I wasn't clear but guessed that she may be talking about the taboo aspects of those stories, some that difficult to understand for a new comer.

"To my utter dismay," she said, taking a deep breath, "the very same perversions fuel his desire."

"What do you mean?"

She was lost in thought, almost envisioning some of those taboo acts.

"Let's just say," she said carefully, "he takes pride in the fact that he can bed other men's wives."

"Especially," she emphasized, "your wife, who is half his age."

"And it is not the occasional opportunities but complete subjugation of these women."

It might be appropriate to reiterate how some of our fantasies evolved and how we started this journey. It was not clear when we started down this road but at some point to bring some excitement to our sexual life, we started reading some of the stories from internet. We realized, quickly that what we really liked were stories of wives or girlfriends getting involved with other men. It perhaps is important to highlight that most of the stories that we preferred where there is mostly one-on-one action between the females with their lovers with often the husband being aware of it. And more often than not the stories that stuck with us were the ones where the affairs that lasted several years. The one-night standers were summarily rejected to the dustbin. We loved the ones where the wife was fixated on one or two male lovers due to some physical characteristics - more often than not due to a much larger sized equipment, although performance in bedroom scored plenty of points for Manisha. Essentially, the wives were in awe of their lovers for some reason or another and were willing to shower their sexual love on them.

Manisha continued clarifying on what she really meant.

"He purposely left telltale signs during his earlier affairs."

"Chewing on their lips or nibbling on their breasts."

"Condoms were scarce - he would ejaculate inside them most often."

"Why?"

"That may expose his affair."

"It may seem so," she responded, thoughtfully.

"His intention was to find the ones who could entertain such a possibility."

"It is counterintuitive."

"Finding out couples, who could entertain such notions - aren't we one such couple?"

"How did he identify them?"

"With us it was different."

"He saw a young, beautiful wife who wasn't guarded as the other newly married brides were."

"He just pushed his luck."

"He could only garner your receptiveness. How could he ascertain my interest?"

"Women are prone to extramarital affairs," she said, "according to his theory."

"But societal norms don't tolerate promiscuity."

"Women hence would consciously avoid situations that may even expose them to such opportunities."

"However, if he does find one - one who may be willing to entertain such possibility."

"Then it piques his interest."

"Yet, such women might just be susceptible to temporary lapses of morality."

"What he is looking for women who in good conscience court such opportunities."

"Women look for explaining their transgression - pushy stranger, circumstance, hormones, or whatever."

"Most women never get past this guilt - and try to shield themselves from such mishaps."

"He walks straight past such women. They are not his target."

"He looks for women who leapfrog the guilt state and end up in acceptance state."

"Societal norms, however, dictate that the woman have support of her husband to be in that state."

"How exactly would he know?" I asked. The theory was reasonable but the reading was not so apparent but little did I realize that the answer was in the theory itself.

"When I entertained him the first time - it was an opportunity."

"An opportunity to make out with a beautiful lady - something that he wouldn't let go off under any circumstance."

"But when I entertained him the second time, and the third time, in a very short span of time."

"It had to be either my low moral values or that my husband is aware of my adventures."

"Why would couples desire this?" I asked, trying o steer clear of the revelation that Kishanchanji may actually know about my tacit approval.

"You seem to have spent time discussing these aspects with him."

"He started them and I went with the flow," she answered.

"It is simple -

"the couple needs variety.

"or the man desires to see his wife make out with someone else."

"We know where we are in this mix."

We didn't talk much after that. My tongue pursed her lips and yearned for her saliva. She responded with the same hunger. With me on my back, she lay sidewise next to me kissing and fondling my penis with her left hand. Yet again this was an unnatural position for us as a couple but somehow we got comfortable as the time passed. She alternated between feeding her tongue and her breast into my mouth. All the while she continued jerking my penis that was now having difficulty postponing ejaculation.

She whispered into my ear, "don't fight it, let go, we can resume normal sex on our anniversary night."

And it was the second time when I came all over her fingers. She grabbed a rag to clean my pecker and washed her hand before returning to me again. And to my utter surprise, she leaned down and took my pecker in her mouth again. She languidly, remarked, "Kishanchanji gets ready within a matter of twenty minutes."

However, I was no match for him in this regard. Strangely my desire for sex doesn't go down as much so I urged her to straddle me in a 69 position and I gave her one of my best tongue-job. For the next half-an-hour, she perused my services and for more than half the time she simply straddled my face, grinding her pussy over my face.

After that ecstatic session we were rather reserved for the next whole day. Things had moved too swiftly. Within a span of three months, Manisha embodied the characteristics of the women in those stories. She was reluctant earlier in our relationship but now she didn't shy away from even the nastiest parts.

Kishanchanji kept some distance after her acceptance. Manisha kept with her ways by insisting on resuming normal relationship on our anniversary night. So, our sex was restricted to oral with me pleasing her most of the time. Our anniversary was three weeks away but it didn't seem that far. It had spiced our episodes. On the business front Amirchanji agreed to partnership proposal. However, the business expansion duties, especially in our remote locations, were relegated to me.

Manisha became comfortable with the elderly gentlemen and preferred to spend time with them instead of others from our social club. She was playing courteous host to her husband's new business partner and to the person who made that possible. It only seemed a matter of months before Amirchanji would enjoy her bedroom charms. The sex was electrifying and so was the environment with them prancing around her in an attempt to sample her charms. Kishanchanji showed tremendous restraint allowing Amirchanji plenty of opportunities. However, I knew that Manisha wouldn't want to appear as an easy lay. After all, Kishanchanji had to toil for over three years.

She still hadn't bothered going over the details of her agreement; it wouldn't be exactly comfortable for her. The next three weeks our sex life was astoundingly good. We practically made it thrice a day and every time she refused intercourse and suggested that we wait until the anniversary night. Something was cooking. Two nights before our anniversary, I managed to broach the subject again.

"Manisha," I said, "you never finished on how we should get Kishanchanji on our side."

She blushed. It was reminiscent of earlier days when Manisha was shy and didn't encourage conversation on such taboo topics. She ignored my question and paid attention to my pecker again. She held my penis lovingly in the palm of her hand and remarked, "Do you know long his penis is?"

My penis shirked at the mention of my competition. It ************* rescinded from any kind of a challenge handing over the crown to him. She showed the length and girth of his penis against mine, quite emphatically. She continued stroking my penis, lost in thought.

"His support has certainly steadied our business," she quipped.

"How do we ensure he remains our well wisher?"

"You are practically his wife," I remarked.

"Not quite."

"What are your thoughts?" I asked, encouraging her. She was focused on my genitals. Her one hand stroked my penis while the other massaged my testicles.

"His are huge," she sighed, accentuating her massage.

"They hang way below," she added, highlighting how low his sacs drooped. Mine were much smaller and very compact. I had never thought that drooping testicles may fascinate someone.

"He loves it," she said, "when I relish it with my tongue."

"Taking each one in my mouth, gently sucking on it, ensuring that my teeth don't come in contact with his nuts."

"Does he like it?"

"Absolutely."

"He says that increase libido."

"It also encourages semen production," she said, looking at my surprised reaction.

"If you don't believe, I spend about 15-20% of the total time just doing that."

Her answer stunned me. Ever since their first nights conversation, I dreaded her fascination with the idea of mating with multiple men for the so called expanding the genetic pool. Although, she consciously avoided some of the dangers her subconscious mind continued encouraging those notions.

"It does - for his age and the amount of time we do - he produces substantial amount."

While I wanted to talk about her ongoing episodes, I really didn't want to since I had the impression that she wasn't really entertaining him. Given that we hadn't had any intercourse in the past couple of weeks it didn't seem appropriate. So, I felt she may be talking about the initial week or so.

"It's bitter," she continued her monologue, "but I don't mind it."

And this was from a woman who never entertained that notion for me for the past four years. Yes, she wasn't averse to performing fellation but completing it by swallowing was never even talked about in my context.

"You mean to say that you have let him cum in your mouth?" She didn't anticipate my direct question but adroitly handled it by saying, "I couldn't say no."

"Besides this is what he wants," she said, looking deeply into my eyes.

"Condoms are not for him."

"He prefers to stick it in bare.Prefers to unload inside me. Expects me to perform just fellatio for the quickies."

"He tore them more than few times already, btw."

My apprehension weren't unfounded. It was evident what Kishanchanji really wanted right from the beginning. It may be a little difficult to understand what Manisha desired when thought about in a conventional framework. However, the most complex issue in our triangle was what I wanted. Yes, I have dreamed about Manisha allowing her lovers to take her bareback. Yes, I have thought about them unloading inside her - every single time. And yes, I did envision the risk of her getting impregnated by one of them. Yet, I knew that when sober the ramifications would scare me.

"Even if it didn't, do you really think I would have any semblance of sanity if in the middle of a heated session to stop him from getting rid of it?"

"Allowing him that liberty, should certainly have him on our side."

If one were to evaluate the privileges that Kishanchanji had rationally, there wasn't any need to further sweeten the deal. He was already getting the best he could by bedding my wife on a regular basis. Her allowing unprotected sex, although technically - she still was taking pills - that wasn't true, just shouldn't have mattered.

"I am not sure," I croaked.

Manisha didn't push the issue further and that night, we simply decided to rest the issue instead of arguing it over. However, the sex had definitely fired us up, although Manisha again insisted on the unconventional form of sex that she had been introducing me to past three weeks. Irrespective of her fascination with his semen, one thing was quite evident that our sex life had been transformed. True, it wasn't quite conventional but our frequency made for it.

The following night, just the day before our anniversary, I decided to pursue the subject again. She had made the plans for our anniversary but didn't share any details with me. Apparently it was supposed to be a surprise. Yet I remember that she had promised Kishanchanji entertain him on our anniversaries.

Instead of answering my direct question, she said, "let me show you a game he taught me."

We were undressing ourselves in preparation for another round of steamy sex. She pulled down my pajamas exposing my hard pecker and then getting rid of her own panties, she straddled me at the waist. This was surprising as she intended to not to engage in any form of intercourse until our anniversary night, which was tomorrow. She carefully aligned her pelvis over mine and took hold of my penis. The sheer thought of entering her velvety folds edged me closer to ejaculation. She rubbed the knob with her fingers and gently stroked it before making her next move. She delicately pushed my penis back against my lower stomach and positioned herself right on top of it.