Adultery Journey of a Cuckold by vyasya-Completed

[Ramesh_Rocky]

Journey of a Cuckold Ch. 10


Chapter 9 was perhaps the logical point to rest the story. However, due to much interest from readers, I have decided to add a few chapters exploring the journey further.


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Rohini was thrilled with the news of our acceptance to her proposal. I conveyed the news after our safari trip while Mayuri and Shrini were off to Udaipur on their private honeymoon. Rohini and I spent time on the Internet chatting about the recent episodes and the consequences of our acceptance to the proposal. She shared that Mayuri had informally accepted the proposal before embarking on the trip to Rajasthan as she was fairly confident that I wouldn't object to the arrangement. In fact, Mayuri had consulted her physician for advice on starting a family and also made arrangements for the Udaipur trip before traveling to India. Mayuri showed the signs of her acceptance quite openly after her first night with Shrini during the trip. Most folks at the Safari mistook her to Shrini's wife. The two days I stayed away from Mayuri were brutal; my mind was flooded with negative thoughts. Fortunately, the thoughts were of losing Mayuri to Shrini and not about agreeing to the mistress proposal.


I went to chat with Rohini the evening before Mayuri was supposed to arrive. She wanted to chat in the evening instead of night time, after having dinner. At the cafe, I thought of discussing my predicament with her. After a few preliminaries, I started.

"Rohini," I asked, "I am a little worried."

"About what?"

"About losing Mayuri," I responded

"What are you talking about?" she asked surprised. She knew how much I enjoyed Mayuri's acceptance to her proposal.

"Are you sure," I asked, "Mayuri wouldn't mind staying married to someone like me?"

"Of course," she responded.

"Mayuri loves you and she knows you did this for her," she reasoned.

"What if she falls in love with Shrini?"

"No way!"

"Mayuri is wiser than that."

"Besides, she is getting the best that Shrini has to offer."

"Why are you worried?"

"Don't know. I can't reason it," I said.

"You seem to be stressed."

"Is it because she is away from you for the first time?" asked Rohini.

"Actually, this is the second time," she corrected herself.

"First time was while you were stuck in India due to visa issues," she explained.

"I know," I responded.

"You should get used to it now," she added.

"Once she gets pregnant she might have to start servicing yet another bull," added Rohini.

"What?" I asked surprised.

"Yes," she started, "a black partner at Mayuri's firm has taken interest in her." I recollected Mayuri's talk about black partner with Shrini and realized that it wasn't meant to just titillate me.

"Are you serious?" I asked.

"He is waiting for an opportunity to mount your wife."

"Really?" I asked.

"Certainly and Mayuri is willing."

"Is it to advance her career?" I asked.

"Yes but that's only part of the reason."

"Shrini might have to travel frequently and hence may not be available for her always." It was not something that I wanted to hear as we were extending our boundaries beyond what I had initially intended. We were in a reasonable position financially and I hoped to do much better in the coming years at my firm. There were simply too many complications with what Mayuri was planning. We discussed a little more about this new affair that Mayuri was contemplating. The black partner had a soft corner for her from the beginning.

"Don't worry," said Rohini.

"It might be sporadic affair, if at all." she added.

"Mayuri never discussed this with me," I complained.

"Well," she said, "she doesn't need your approval for such things."

"Trust her instincts."

"She would choose the most appropriate ones to father your children," she added with a smiley.

"Trust me; you have nothing to worry if you don't interfere in her affairs."

"Prove to her that you are the best husband she could ever have."

"Encourage her to mate with her bulls on a frequent basis and you should be fine."

"What are your plans for her when she gets back?" she asked steering the conversation away from the sensitive issue.

"Nothing we should be boarding the flight as soon as she arrives," I responded. We had a flight around noon.

"Oh, poor boy," wrote Rohini, "wouldn't you love to peruse her well-used body?" I was getting excited at the very thought of meeting her after she consummated her relationship with Shrini as his mistress. Although, Shrini was not particular about not leaving any tell-tale signs on her, I wasn't sure if he would continue the tradition now that it was an official engagement. Many a times I wondered if Shrini loved just having sex with her or he had an ulterior motive. It was clear that Mayuri and Rohini enjoyed the psychological aspects far more than the actual act itself. Shrini always liked to be the first one to mount her and Mayuri always honored his wish. It wasn't clear if he cared whether Mayuri cleaned up before having sex with me or that she reserved special privileges only for him.

"As a matter of fact, I would," I wrote her back.

"Would you think he would leave any signs for me," I asked wanting to know if Shrini had any similar psychological desires.

"Not intentionally," replied Rohini.

"However, the best mark," she said, "or rather a scar must have already taken root in her womb."

"Are you certain?" I asked as she seemed to be fairly confident about this. Getting a woman pregnant needs a lot of things to happen at the same time and hence I wasn't sure if it would happen the very first time - although I would have certainly liked it that way.

"Mayuri is in her prime and Shrini is a virile man," she reasoned.

"Did you know that he knocked up a married white woman once?" asked Rohini.

"Really?" I asked stunned by her revelation.

"All he did was to screw her a few times during her fertile period and she ended up getting pregnant."

"That's a long story, anyway," she finished.

"Now," she said, "If your first question was to get more information on whether Shrini enjoys bedding your wife," interpreting my motive behind the question, "then the answer is he does."

"He certainly would enjoy bedding such a gorgeous woman but the fact that she is his close friend's wife does add a little spice to his rendezvous with her."

"Are you saying that he doesn't get a kick out of screwing his best friend's wife?" I asked.

"Not to the extent you would imagine," she said.

"It seems to be the only thing that drives Mayuri, though," she added.

"I would let you in a secret if you can keep it," she said.

"Sure, you can count on me," I quickly answered.

"Anything kinky you witness or experience with her is mostly her idea."

"She has mended her fantasy with yours to arrive at a perfect balance that would please both of you."

"I thought those were your wicked thoughts," I said.

"I certainly showed her the path but it was her idea to tread the path. Not mine."

"What's interesting is that she found a few of her own detours on the way."

"However, don't worry her intention is only to maximize your pleasure from this relationship; nothing more."

"What would you do if she arrived ahead of Shrini?" she asked.

"You mean tonight?" I asked.

"Yes."

"Well, I would keep her busy all night," I quipped.

"I trust you on that," she said.

"She may not have any traces of their love making on her," she said.

"Unlikely, given that they would have to drive several hours to reach here."

"Although, I hope you wished they had some time to make love," she said. Somehow, it still excited me to see in her well-fucked state. I couldn't see much of her during the safari as we usually were either in hurry or made love in the dark.

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"It is tempting," I managed to write.


"Would you really like that?" she asked.

"Sure, it would have made it even more exciting."

"Well, then Mayuri has read your mind," she said.

"What?" I asked surprised by Rohini's statement.

"While you are chatting with me, she is letting Shrini mount her for one last time on the trip."

"Where?"

"In your room," she responded. The hotel folks knew Mayuri was my wife and must have let her in, I thought.

"They have been at it for more than an hour, now."

"They checked in as soon as you left the hotel."

"You have two options, you can head back after another hour or so or wait for my signal," she said. My heart was racing now hearing about their latest rendezvous.

"Considering Shrini wouldn't get to see her for another two weeks, he would have at least two sessions with her, which means another hour or so."

"Alas, he can't wait any longer because his flight is in a little over two hours from now."

"Are you serious?"

"Absolutely," she said.

"So would you like a fresh creampie?" she asked. Rohini delving into the gory details annoyed me a little and I hoped she wouldn't over do it.

"Mayuri would make sure you get one but if you want an ultra fresh one then you need to reach at the right moment."

"How many times they must have done so far during this trip?" I asked changing the topic. Rohini and I had a fascination for numbers and the more Shrini mated with Mayuri the more it excited us. We subconsciously always felt that Mayuri shouldn't waste her youth. Rohini sheepishly once confessed that she felt that Mayuri should only conceive from Shrini, the reigning alpha male.

"8 (safari) + 6 (Udaipur) = 14 + extra (this evening)," she wrote. That was impressive given that they had only five nights; out of which they spent only 3 nights by themselves. Not to mention the hectic schedule of horseback riding and sightseeing that could easily sap anyone's energy. Given the circumstances and surroundings these sessions must have been briefer than any of their previous encounters but they certainly must have been intense as Shrini and Mayuri had a purpose now. Rohini and I agreed the number would be 16 for the entire trip. Except for the afternoon sessions on the safari, she took the load inside her always.

We talked a little of our plans after we return back to the US. Rohini and Shrini were contemplating if they should move to the Bay Area given we both officially accepted to have Mayuri as his mistress. Shrini wasn't keen on moving since he thought he could spend quality time with her without encroaching on our lifestyle. Rohini confessed that Mayuri had decided that Friday was reserved for Shrini. We had recently upgraded to a three bedroom apartment and this augured well with our new lifestyle. It was clear Rohini might be around a few days a week so the three bedrooms would certainly be a necessity. I was doing particularly well in my new job and didn't mind spending a little extra every month. Rohini briefly touched upon the follow-up part of promise and assured that as early as next month, I might get to taste Dolly. We chatted a little longer and then Rohini told me that it was time to head back as Shrini just stepped out of the room. She promised me that he had ejaculated not more than five minutes before he headed out.

The Internet cafe was around ten minutes away from the hotel and I dashed backed to the hotel in less than five minutes. At the front desk I enquired if my wife had arrived with her cousin and they said that she did and that her cousin just left for the airport. I slowly ascended the stairs to my room; it was on the second floor, the far corner of the building. I wondered if Mayuri controlled her moans as the walls weren't quite sound proof in the room. Even after catching up my breath, my heart was pacing frantically as I knocked on the door. I heard Mayuri ask,

"Who is it?"

"It's me. Sameer," I responded. And in a few moments, Mayuri opened the door and let me in. I met her after two days and was relieved to see her safe and sound. I hugged her. She let me in and latched the door and turned to face me. In the fluorescent light, I could see her face for once after she had been thoroughly fucked. Her face was still flushed red and it was clear that she was in bed with him not more than ten minutes ago. She was wearing a black colored night gown and looked sultry in her sexy lingerie that was skimpy by Indian standards.

"Honey," she said as she embraced me, "Looks like you missed your wife." Her red lips were gently parted and waited for mine. I lowered my lips on her and she kissed me back seductively. Our kisses became intense and very soon she groped my crotch. We liberally exchanged saliva and I sensed that she had stale breath but didn't smell much of semen. Although, it was unlikely that she didn't fellate him for couple of minutes after he ejaculated inside her.

"Looks like you have been waiting for your turn," she said seductively breaking the kiss. Mayuri pushed me down on the bed and pulled down my trousers. In a moment she pulled out my very hard pecker. I wondered if after spending two days with Shrini, she noticed the stark difference between our penises and to my utter surprise she actually admitted that.

"Shrini is way bigger than you," she exhaled as she kneeled down to take my penis in her mouth. It was a rare moment. She almost never initiated intercourse and especially in the manner she did today; trying to perform fellatio right at the outset. Perhaps this is how she approached sex with Shrini. It felt heavenly. She played with my testicles and tickled below my balls with her tongue. I agonized as she only teased me and never moved to my puckered hole. I was in no hurry to ejaculate, however. After about five minutes into the act, she said, "Oh, I forgot, he left something for you."

She turned around and straddled my face in our favorite 69 position. The pungent smell of her urine hit my nose first and then the musky smell of semen. It seemed Mayuri didn't wash herself for a while and decided to present her pussy soaked in three or four of his ejaculations. I slid her gusset aside and examined her lips. As expected they were well fucked and quite distended. The semen was leaking from her lips and some of it was smeared to inside of her gusset. I didn't need encouragement from her this time and darted my tongue out to taste the sticky remnants of Shrini on her panties. Mayuri quickly realized what I was doing and responded, "Hmm..."

"You are the best!" she moaned as my tongue circled her open vulva.

"Beyond any doubt," she seethed as my tongue slide inside the folds to make way for the semen to trickle down into my mouth.

"No wonder so many bulls are eagerly waiting to mount your wife," she mumbled. Mayuri was indeed responding violently even after having a prolonged session with Shrini.

"Lick it," she urged, "every drop of it."

"Pay homage to what would make a home in your wife's womb," she exhaled. She had stopped sucking me and was completely engrossed in experiencing my slimy tongue slithering in and out of her well fucked, distended pussy. Her hands occasionally massaged my pecker and testicles. As my tongue stroked her pussy, sucking in every drop of semen, she encouraged me with her vulgar monologue. Mayuri immensely enjoyed the feeling and shuddered a few times, communicating that she was on the verge of her orgasm. It was very delicate and not as intense as I was expecting, the way things warmed up. Mayuri had been toying with my testicles, cupping them up and squeezing them a little harshly.

"These are no good," she exclaimed holding both my penis and testicles. I couldn't respond to her talking as my face was practically covered with her pussy and legs. She slid forward a little and placed her anus right over my lips and at the same time moved her finger to my anus saying, "Perhaps this might be of some help."

"Sameer, you could beat Shrini with your prowess if you were doing my back hole," she joked, perhaps contemplating anal intercourse with me.

"On the other hand, you could return the privilege by letting me do you," she added seductively. I was puzzled with this sudden twist and my heart skipped a beat as I wondered if Rohini ever shared our dirty secret with her. She wet one of her finger and probed my anal opening gently. I subconsciously responded to her by fervently tonguing her anus.

"I know this feels good," she said sensing my reaction, "someday we should practice a little seriously." She played a little and then let go of my penis and flopped next to me. She was breathing heavily; her breasts rising up and down rhythmically. I was not quite satisfied yet and quickly moved to honey pot and dipped my tongue again in her. I did something nasty and once again licked the inside of her panties. She loved the feeling of possessing a subservient husband, who was ever willing to please her. I noticed a smug look on her face as I moved to lay next to her.

"Who are the other bulls," I asked initiating the thread of our conversation that I couldn't pursue earlier. She grabbed my hard pecker and said, "You are getting excited at the prospect of having more people mount your wife. Isn't it?" She didn't wait for answer and said, "There are several, who at the drop of a hat would mount your wife and impregnate her."

"What are you talking about?" I asked surprised by her track of conversation.

"Nothing, just remembering the folks who made a pass on me," she casually responded.

"What? Who?" I asked.

"Your friends," she responded.

"Shrini, Pratik," she quickly added.

"What Pratik too?"

"He is no saint," she quipped.

"Who else?" I encouraged her to complete the list.

"Well practically everyone I ever met but some have been persistent."

"I told you about the black partner, right?" she quickly added.

"Not really."

"He is interested and if I do offer him some privileges then the path to partner role would be quickly paved."

"Why would you want something like that?"

"If you have not realized, I intend to have a bigger family."

"You always thought children were too much of a chore," I complained.

"Yes they are," she replied looking deeply into my eyes; her lips curling in a naughty smile.

"Making them though is not a chore," she said and kissed me forcefully. The sexual heat emanating from her was driving me crazy. I was yet to get a chance to dip my penis in her vagina on this trip; the only other chance I got was conditional to my acceptance of Rohini's proposal. While Mayuri had been vocal earlier; she never behaved in a randy fashion. Tonight she exuded a sexual aura that I had never sensed earlier. It reminded me of the lionesses in heat that would titillate the male lions to mate with her. I had always wondered if the lioness would care if the male lion happened to be the pride owner or another young male lion or perhaps a nomadic lion that happened to be around. Mayuri was entering into the mood again with the thought of conceiving from Shrini (or other bulls?). She stroked my penis while kissing me forcefully. In a matter of minutes, I couldn't handle it any further and proceeded to mount her. She broke the kiss momentarily, and wording her disapproval, "No," continued to kiss me. Her stroking motion continued and not able to control myself, I humped rhythmically with her stroke.

As we settled into a good rhythm, she said, "Fuck my other hole while my lover pounds my pussy and implants a baby." Her hand guided mine to her wet pussy and urged me to finger her. It was a weird scene. Here I was pumping with my pecker firmly logged in her left palm while my left hand was busy fingering her.

"Tell me," she exhaled, "wouldn't you want Shrini to father all your children?" Mayuri was in an elated state and was intensely enjoying verbal humiliation. I myself was amused by the situation but her taunts were pleasurable, given the way she handled me. It never seemed she was berating me; instead it was to titillate me. Mayuri, however, was cunning and many a times would either imply or confess that she desired this.

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"Wouldn't you?" she asked me again; certainly not expecting any answer from me.


"Or would you rather give each of your friends a chance," she seethed as she probed my anal opening with her right hand. My fingers were furiously see-sawing through her sloppy vagina. For a moment, the thought actually flashed through my mind. She could have only implied Vinil, Pratik, and Shrini. Mayuri was far more attractive than any of the other women in our circle and hence I was sure none would refuse such a splendid opportunity.

"Or would you rather hand the privilege to black partner from my firm?" she asked teasingly. I kissed her in response.

"Who would you prefer?" I asked breaking the kiss.

"Does it matter?" she replied after a brief pause.

"As long as I am in heat and it is not you - the lawful owner - who is mounting," she added giggling.

"Seriously," I urged her.

"Shrini is obviously a choice," she answered thinking a little.

"Don't stop," she urged me to continue the humping motion as I had slowed down my tempo.

"Vinil doesn't even qualify," she said dismissively.

"The black partner from my office might be a good candidate but then he could make your wife his private slut," she reasoned, "and I can't conceive from him and yet keep this a secret."

"Pratik is not very appealing," she said and then contradicted herself, "but neither was Shrini."

"I have heard horrible things about Pratik," she added.

"What?" I asked.

"Just that he is unhygienic and that he almost never engaged in oral sex and rarely ever kisses Sneha."

Pratik was certainly not particular about hygiene and was well known for taking baths every couple of days. The other aspects intrigued me as he never expressed his aversion to oral sex and kissing. I learned that he never engaged in French kissed Sneha as the idea was too gross for him.

"So she was complaining," I said.

"Yes but only about those two things."

"She actually was very happy with her sex life because he makes up for it. She claimed she never missed an orgasm because of lack of foreplay."

"He is very well endowed it seems," chided Mayuri.

"Sounds good isn't it?" she teased me.

"May be Sneha has a problem with her breath," I interrupted.

"She has awesome breath and is a great kisser too!" Mayuri retorted quickly.

"How do you know?" I asked. Mayuri hesitated, only a little, and then said, "I have kissed her."

"What?" I asked stunned.

"She wanted to feel how it is to be kissed and I offered."

"Really?" I asked, "When was this?"

"Let us not change topic," she cut me, "you would have preferred if I had locked lips with Pratik."

"Tell you what," she said, "Why don't we recruit his services as well?" Her stroking motion increased as I had stopped humping her hearing all the strange news.

"I can assure you that bastard wouldn't rest until he has knocked me a few times," she said with a little anger. It seems he had tried to exploit her a few times after we had gotten married but Mayuri never took it seriously. I was a little upset hearing this to which she said, "It has happened to me several times."

"You should be proud that your wife elicits sexual interest of other men."

"Instead of getting mad, you should figure out ways to let them have her," she joked.

"Yes sure. This time when they visit why don't you spend your nights with him while I spend my nights with Sneha," I quickly retorted.

"Honey," she said, "Unlike you he has the capacity to satisfy both his wife and your wife!"

"There is no way he is going to tolerate you sleeping with his wife," she said.

"Albeit, Sneha might not mind in enlisting your services to prime her for Pratik," she added sexily, grinding my testicles. I was stunned with her coarse remark. Although, I loved the smell and taste of Mayuri and was ever willing to please in every which way, it didn't quite mean that I would do the same for Sneha. The notion that I ranked below Pratik from her perspective struck me as he wasn't particularly good looking. Over the years, he had put on too much of weight and had a distinct pot belly and even his face showed his age with a double chin. To compound, his irascible and callous behavior along with his unhygienic characteristics never made him popular among women.

"No one can appreciate the importance of your soothing tongue more," she continued.

"Can you believe," she said, "she can count the number of times Pratik performed oral sex on her."

"Sneha is a fairly large woman," she said, "if she can't accommodate him with ease, then even I can't"

It dawned on me what appealed her about Pratik. Mayuri certainly wasn't interested in anyone who wouldn't fall in Shrini's league ever since she tasted sex with him. She was certainly curious about what Pratik had to offer; I just hoped she wouldn't go out of the way to find out.

"Who knows, she may even repay by performing oral sex on you."

"And keep away Pratik, if you don't want him to have his share."

"I have heard dreadful things about him from Sneha but she did hint that he is well endowed."

"Although, Rohini claimed he would be no match to Shrini."

"How would she know?" I asked.

"Precisely," responded Mayuri.

"Did you enjoy your time away with Shrini," I asked changing the topic.

"Very much," she said and leaned into me for a hot kiss.

"Although, I wished you were there to prime and soothe me," she said breaking the kiss.

"Are you in love with him," I asked hesitantly. She laughed and acted surprised with my question.

"Honey," she said, "you are very innocent."

"The only person who deserves my love and adoration is you!" she said emphatically.

"Do you feel Shrini and Rohini have kind of played with us," I asked.

"Yes," she responded after a little thought.

"There is no way you would agree to have him impregnate me."

"Were you aware of this?" I asked.

"To some extent and I played along only after realizing that you actually enjoyed the thought of sharing your wife with him."

"Was the pregnancy thing his idea or your idea?" I asked.

"It was our idea," she said, "I mean it was yours and mine."

"Mine," I responded stunned.

"You relish the very thought of it," she added emphatically.

"To me as a woman, it was only natural that the one that pleases me more in the bed deserved a chance." I kissed her and tried to roll on top of her; trying my luck the second time.

"Can you read something," she asked sexily.

"What?" I asked puzzled with her question and I looked if there was something scribed on her body.

"Property of Shrini!" she exclaimed.

I massaged her breasts and kneaded her nipples. I wasn't sure if my mind was playing tricks with me but her breasts looked a little swollen. I nibbled on her nipples and gently squeezed them while she gently stroked my hard penis. As I moved to get on top of her, she said, "I think you better not."

"Why?" I asked.

"Only the alpha male mounts a mare in heat," she added. As I mumbled my complaints, she cut me saying, "You made the conscious choice of having your wife impregnated by your well-endowed friend."

"Now don't complain."

"Let his seed soak in and fulfill your dreams," she added.

"If you could let me catch my breath a little," she said, "I can help you ejaculate," pushing me down towards her pussy.

I spent the next few minutes eating her when she decided to relieve me. She sucked me and deep-throated me very easily and gave me such an intense blow-job that I couldn't last more than five minutes. She made sure that I didn't ejaculate in her as that privilege was reserved for Shrini. We slept in each other's arms after we both were done for the night. It was around 10:00pm and I had forgotten to ask her about dinner but she wasn't interested.

We slept blissfully for most of the night but somehow, I wasn't quite done for the night. I woke up to take a leak a little after midnight and after returning back from the bathroom noticed her laying down almost naked with her night gown riding way over her butt. She was sleeping on her stomach and one of her legs was raised over a pillow and the crack between her cheeks was wide open. She was in perfect position to be taken by Shrini. I had to play with her and decided to start from her butt, without waking her up. I gently kissed her butt and homed in on her anus. She had a strong pungent smell that indicated that she hadn't showered this morning in preparation for the night with me. I didn't hesitate from tonguing her butt. After a few minutes of licking her anus, Mayuri moaned and woke up from her sleep. She blabbered, "Sameer what are you doing?"

"Why don't you get some sleep."?

"You know there is not much you are going to get." I ignored her and went on to eat her ass out for another twenty minutes while Mayuri fingered herself to another orgasm. I wondered if she would let me take her anally given that vaginal sex was ruled out for the next month. I moved up and lay next to her straddling her butt and rubbing my penis in the crack between her butt. Mayuri moaned, "I wish, I could let you take me right now!"

"You can?" I whispered.

"There is another hole," I whispered gently nibbling her earlobe. I wasn't too worried about my breath as the licking had taken care of all the foul producing germs. She squirmed in response and pushed back her butt against my pelvis.

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"I am tempted," she seethed, "but need to reserve it for one of my bulls."


"Shrini?" I said driving my penis into the crack and now it was rubbing against her pussy lips.

"He is not too keen," she whispered back.

"Then who," I asked concerned.

"Well, whoever after Shrini retires," she said casually.

"You may get a chance if you are lucky," she added turning her face towards me. I was a little disappointed at missing out on a nice opportunity. Mayuri was interested but somehow was holding out on it. Ever since this episode became official I wanted to be with Mayuri and spend quality time with her. Somehow, Rohini's mind play was working on me as I tried to prove on every occasion that I indeed was a good lover. Mayuri sensed this and asked me, "Is something wrong honey?"

"You seem to be anxious about something."

"Don't know," I responded.

"There sure is something," she said.

"I hope you are not too jealous," she said in concerned tone.

"No, it's not that," I responded.

"Good. Shrini is just a fuck-mate."

"He might get to implant his seed in me but you would be the father of my children," she said sexily, her hand gripping my penis now. I moved in to kiss her and she kissed me forcibly pushing her tongue deep into my mouth. Her breath definitely wasn't fresh but I was in too hot a state to worry about that. I instinctively humped and she tightened her grip but just enough to let my penis slide in through her palm. She encouraged me to continue the humping motion and very soon I was see-sawing through her palm in search for my climax to relieve my anxiety. I moved my left hand to her pussy and fingered her pussy but very lightly and gently kneading her clit. We kissed each other very sensuously as both of us enjoyed the pleasant and different experience.

"How many times did you do it?" I asked in between our kisses.

"16," she said instantaneously. It seemed as if both Rohini and she were also keeping a count of her sessions.

"How was it?" I asked.

"Fantastic," was her reply.

"Is there any way I can watch both of you?" I asked. She stopped for a moment and said, "You have already seen us in action once." My heart skipped a beat when I heard this. It reminded me of last year's Valentine day, which Rohini and I had secretly watched. However, I mustered courage and said, "It was too dark," implying that she was referring to the second night of safari.

"Do you want to see how well he treats your wife?" she asked sexily and kissed me.

"Let me assure you," she said, "He makes best use of the privilege you have given him."

"I know," I said.

"How badly you want it?" she asked.

"Come on, don't stop it," she said as I slowed down my tempo.

"Pretty badly," I groaned.

"What can you do for it?" she asked.

"Whatever," I said wondering if she could humiliate me anymore.

"Would you undress your wife for him?" she asked seductively. I had underestimated her. It seemed that this was just the beginning.

"Hmm..." I nodded my approval driving my penis much farther in her palm.

"Would you prime your wife for his entry?" she asked biting my lower lip. I was getting excited with the talk and increased my tempo.

"Would you guide him into your wife honey?" she asked sexily.

"Tell me, would you?" I only increased the tempo in response and my finger frigged her very roughly.

"He has a huge tool," she exhaled, "Would you lubricate it for me?"

"With your tongue," she managed to say after a brief pause, her voice wavering towards the end. I devoured her mouth as I heard this and now was frantically fucking her hand. As I hit the crescendo, she said, "Would you rim him honey as I blow him?" I shot a huge load into her palm. She withdrew her hand from underneath me and licked clean my semen from her hand to my utter surprise. It was the first time, I saw her lick my semen. She still had never swallowed my semen, though. I understood her motivation when she pulled me for a kiss pushing her tongue deep into my mouth forcing my own semen into my mouth. As our excitement settled down, she said, "You may not have the pleasure of watching us anytime soon as Shrini is shy about these things." We settled the topic for the night and went to bed. As we nuzzled into each other I quickly said, "You have become such a slut!"

"I take that as a compliment," she jokingly responded and added, "But remember I am your wife and Shrini's slut!"

The next day when we had sobered up and were about to leave to the airport, she hugged and thanked me for being an understanding husband. She confessed her love for me. As a gift for my generosity she proceeded to give me a blow-job and this time she assured that I could come in her mouth - only for that one time, though. For the next ten minutes she gave me one of the best blow jobs. It was impressive that she deep-throated me several times and her suction was so effective that I couldn't hold on for more than ten minutes. She didn't even use her hands and yet I ended up ejaculating so quickly. She gulped much of it but did pass me on some when she kissed me. She again warned me that I wouldn't get such a privilege for a long time as it was primarily reserved for her bulls.

Over the next week or so the same theme followed in our bedroom where Mayuri always teased about having to help her and Shrini during their session and each time she tested the boundaries by throwing the same questions at critical moments of our love making, in the process extending our boundaries. The wordings and manner in which she posed them varied but they pointed to the very same acts. She was confident that none of that would ever transpire as Shrini could not have tolerated my presence and certainly wouldn't like engaging with me in any of the acts that Mayuri was alluding to. Mayuri was in constant state of arousal for the next week and she was always looking for opportunities to indulge in a little foreplay.

We returned to the US after another week's stay in India. Shrini and Rohini returned a few days after we arrived in the US but due to our hectic work schedule we didn't get to spend any time with them. Mayuri and Shrini were extremely busy with their work and didn't have any chance to socialize for another week. Although, Mayuri got a little time on hand later during the weekend but Shrini was sucked into an escalation that didn't allow him any time at all. Mayuri was sexually frustrated by not having an opportunity to mate with Shrini for more than 15 days. She had tasted blood after a long layover of nine months and certainly didn't enjoy the brief gap.

It turned out that Shrini got an opportunity to be with Mayuri the second weekend after we landed in the US. Rohini had to meet some friends over that weekend so she decided to stay at her place all by herself while Shrini decided to stay at our place for the weekend as his work required him to be present in the San Francisco area for any escalation over the weekend. I anticipated this session to be an extremely hot one since Mayuri had been longing this for more than a week but wasn't sure if it would indeed be as intense and long as Shrini was overworked ever since he got back from vacation. I wanted to watch them mate but knew there was no way to spy on them. Unlike our previous apartment the master bedroom was upstairs - we were living in a town house - and the windows were facing exterior of the building and there was absolutely no way to peek inside the bedrooms. The bed was much farther from the door and hence there was very little hope of overhearing them, unless they made loud noises or yelled. I did some research on the Internet and found a very nice way of using cell phone as an eavesdropping device. It was a risky strategy but I wasn't too concerned about getting caught by Mayuri as she very well knew my desire to eavesdrop on them.

On that Friday, I reached home a little earlier and after a little foreplay with Mayuri got down to my work. The equipment was ready and needed to be located at the right place so that I could hear them in the act. The bedside table was the right place but it could be conspicuous if they made love with the lights on. I didn't believe they would - if at all the bedside lamp would be on. Shrini arrived a little after 10:00 and soon sat down for dinner. Mayuri as his obedient mistress set the dinner table and served food for him that she had already prepared. Shrini never gulped his food down unlike Mayuri and I, who were very quick with dinners. He liked to usually have his food watching TV without getting disturbed. Mayuri came into our guest bedroom after a little chitchat with him.

"He is here, honey," she whispered closing the door behind her.

"He is here to mount your wife," she said giggling and gave an open mouthed kiss. She pulled me down as she sat on the bed saying, "Come, and quickly prepare me for him." She was wearing another of her favorite night gowns that I had given her as a gift on one of our anniversaries. All I had to do was slid my hand up, push aside the gusset and drive my tongue into the folds of her vagina. She didn't need any lubrication as her vagina was extremely wet and soppy. Nevertheless, I obediently licked her up for the next fifteen minutes until she thought she was ready for Shrini's onslaught. As she stepped out into the living room downstairs, I hurriedly setup the phone near the bedside and hoped that Mayuri and Shrini don't notice it.

Mayuri took a few minutes to clean up the table and tidy up the kitchen before she joined him on the sofa. While at the sofa, they didn't talk much but just watched the program on TV. They didn't stay there for long and soon moved to our master bedroom.

"You look gloomy," Mayuri broke the silence. I could hear pretty well through the cell phone, although they weren't exactly near the phone. Shrini didn't respond.

"Don't worry," she added cheering him up, "this sexy lady is here to help you relax."

"What's up?"

"Still having problems with your boss?" she said. The sound of the creaking bed let me know that they moved to the bed.

"I am not sure, I will get the promotion," he said in despair.

"Why do you give up?"

"It is not just about work."

"I know."

"Rohini, isn't willing?"

"Don't think so," he responded dryly.

"Not sure if that would tilt the scales."

"Well, your other wife will surely tilt the scales," she said sexily.

"I can't let that happen," Shrini responded.

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"You are too possessive," she responded. There was some silence and then I heard sounds of lips smacking. It seemed like an elaborate kiss as the silence and slurping sound lasted a lot longer than I had anticipated.


"Wow, you are too hot," said Mayuri breaking the kiss.

"Looks like Rohini is not taking good care of your needs," she added.

"While she is a good wife, she never could live up to my expectations in the bedroom."

"And you are pretty sure, she wouldn't live up to the expectations of your boss?" she asked.

"She is not determined and she is definitely not the type."

"Rohini is almost 37 and certainly doesn't have the libido to satisfy his needs."

"He needs a young woman and preferably white woman."

"Indians have a fetish for white skin," said Mayuri.

"And older men, all over the world, are ever willing to mount a woman half their age!"

"It's true," responded Shrini.

"The story, however, is much complex."

"Powerful men," he exhaled, "need precious belongings of others."

"They only choose worthy baits."

"Married women, who are young, demure, and yet willing to experiment in the bedroom."

"Hmm..." said Mayuri, perhaps as she took his penis in her mouth.

"What do you want today?"

"Want to hump my face?"

"Or should I just rim you?"

"Do you agree," he asked her.

"You seem to describe yourself," giggled Mayuri.

"Instead of spending your nights with your middle aged wife, you prefer to mount your friend's young wife."

"What's worse," she added, "You impregnate her and expect your friend to raise your child."

"There is a difference, though."

"When you would be her age, your passion for sex would not wane, perhaps subside a little."

"Even then most would prefer a woman of age 25 over a woman of age 37."

"Perhaps true about older men," responded Shrini.

"Let me hump you," he said nonchalantly, "Rimming may not be a good idea."

"Are you ready for it all the way?" he asked.

"Yes, I almost skipped dinner."

"Go slow, however," she urged him.

I heard some rustling of bed sheets as they arranged themselves in right position for her face fuck. It seemed like a very important ordeal for Shrini and perhaps these were the perks that tethered him to her even after his excitement for conquest subsided. I wished to witness this piece of action as it very clearly depicted how she placed her bull on higher pedestal over her husband. It surprised me how close they had gotten as the conversation seemed very similar to the conversation between amorous couples who have shed all inhibitions. Mayuri was willing to bed his boss to advance his career and it seemed they had contemplated for a few days, if not weeks. What surprised me was that she didn't mind Rohini's unwillingness to help Shrini and instead volunteered to even take her place in that regard. It seemed Rohini had never met any of his colleagues, otherwise such a move could never be considered. In essence, I was surprised with my naivety and wowed to keep a close eye on the action between Mayuri and Shrini. For the next five or ten minutes, I only heard some moaning sounds and the sounds of slurping saliva. Towards the end the bed creaked a lot more than one would expect during a face fuck. However, having witnessed the action once and my wife's willingness, I knew that this was normal.

"Hmmm..." I heard sound of Mayuri after a while, "you certainly must have enjoyed that. I could have let you deposit your stuff in my throat but it needs to the right place for now."

"Where is the lubrication," he asked.

"Don't worry about that," she responded.

"The thoughts of your boss mounting me have already provided enough lubrication," she chuckled.

"You are taking it lightly," he said, "It might be very well him pushing his penis inside you." Mayuri grunted as he pushed his penis inside her.

"And rightly so," she answered between her moans.

"After all he is your boss and you are getting something in return."

"You indeed are fairly lubricated," he commented.

"Well, both of my husband's keep me fairly busy these days. I am always on the edge," she responded sexily.

"Are you serious about romancing my boss?" he asked shafting her.

"Yes," she immediately responded.

"I do have an interesting idea, though," she grunted.

"What?" I heard Shrini ask.

"Let's meet him and once he is salivating, drop in the news that I am willing but it has to wait since we are in the middle of starting a family."

"That would make him even more aggressive," he said.

"Precisely, you can broker the best deal for allowing to mate with your wife during her fertile period."

"Obviously, I would already be pregnant before we attempt this."

"Would Sameer agree for this?" he asked.

"Sameer doesn't have to know. Besides he always relishes the thought of having someone else mate with me."

"How long are you willing to entertain him?" he asked.

"Till my water tube breaks."

"Are you serious?"

"The question is are you ready?"

"Are you willing to let him mount your mistress?"

"More importantly are you willing to accept the promotion and relocate to India?"

I was surprised to learn about this new development. I didn't know that Shrini and Rohini were relocating to India. I wondered if that had helped Mayuri in making her mind on starting a family right away.

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"I don't have a choice," he exhaled.


"Either way, I have to move back to India."

"It would help to move into a better position; that way I could support our children financially," he said.

"So, I am willing to make that happen."

"You don't know much about him," said Shrini.

"Does it matter?" she quipped.

"Good that you are not my wife," he retorted, "You are such a slut."

"Huh..." grunted Mayuri, perhaps in response to his sudden plunge into her.

"The feeling is mutual," she responded quickly.

"You are great fuck but would make a terrible husband."

"Don't waste time and fuck me and show that you deserve to father my children," she added. For the next ten minutes, Shrini plowed her pussy and as expected Mayuri was fairly noisy. I always had the urge to see her mate with Shrini secretly and hear every word of their conversation, especially when Mayuri was unaware of my eavesdropping. Today was a very good opportunity and I was glad that I did take initiative and checked the arrangements before. It strangely excited me to learn how uninhibited and willing she was with him. I was waiting to hear the description of his boss; while the thoughts of Mayuri servicing him flashed through my mind. It reminded me of her plans for the black partner from her office; all the two aspects when put together put a doubt in my mind. What if Mayuri only played with that to find out my reaction to her helping Shrini get a promotion? Shrini humped her for a while before releasing his semen inside her.

"Did that relax you?" she asked. Shrini didn't reply; perhaps he was still catching his breath.

"Tell me about him," she asked.

"No don't," she quipped, "Let it soak in."

"He is 46. Married for twenty years and has two daughters. Eldest one just turned 18 and youngest is 15."

"What about his wife?"

"She stays at home and is about his age."

"How does he look?"

"Not very good looking."

"Slightly tall but overweight, bald and dark."

"His wife is pretty, though," he added.

"What's at stake?" she asked calmly.

"If I cooperate then a fairly senior position in the India center. Otherwise, just a management position."

"How open are you with him?"

"Very open."

"He openly demanded it," he said.

"He said he wanted to bed your wife."

"No."

"All he needed was a little excitement in life."

"But no prostitutes. Only homely housewives who had normal lives and the kind who would rarely indulge in such things."

"Where did he expect to find such women?" asked Mayuri.

"In a sense, he implied it had to be my wife!"

"For how long?" she asked.

"Couple of months, perhaps."

"Did you show him my photograph?" she asked.

"No, I wasn't sure."

It surprised me that Mayuri and Shrini had earlier discussed about this issue and Mayuri had tacitly agreed to help him. At this point, I was quite certain that the black partner from her firm was none but Shrini's boss and they were just testing me. However, Shrini wasn't aware of the fact that I might be awake and hence wasn't certain if Shrini himself was aware of this. I heard slurping sound on the phone and realized that Mayuri was finishing up her mistress duty for the night. I believed, she would spend the night with him but was surprised when I heard her get up and say, "Sleep tight. I need to go fulfill my wifely duties." We continued where she left out and had another night of hot sex, one of the very firsts of that nature under our roof - one after another in a row. Though, Shrini was always the first.

to be continued...

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Journey of a Cuckold Ch. 11


Life progressed smoothly. Shrini and Rohini had to relocate to India within a few months after Mayuri's impregnation. His family back in India needed him and he couldn't resist the lucrative offer. It was clear that Mayuri didn't assist him and that it was yet another ploy to stoke my imagination. After returning from India, I romanced Dolly. Rohini provided the necessary support and soon Dolly lead me to her marital bed.


Dolly was cute. Her simplicity and effervescent behavior enticed me. She stood only 5' 2" with a petite build; putting on a little weight in recent years. Most notably, her breasts ripened and hips widened. Vinil, in comparison was frail like Shrini but much shorter, just about 5' 1", although, he always quoted himself to be 5' 3". Dolly's striking feature was her smile; my heart fluttered every time she smiled. Another feature that attracted men was her over-sized breasts. They were about the size of a gbangfruits and on her narrow chest looked humongous. In fact, they could have looked adequate even on Sneha, who was the full-bodied lady among the four. Dolly wasn't as gifted with her complexion,though. Although she was fair, her skin texture left much to be desired.

The brief affair with Dolly bore fruits and she ended up getting pregnant. It turned out that Vinil had low sperm count and they were contemplating other ways to conceive already but Dolly preferred to do it in the old fashioned way. Unfortunately, she did this of her own accord and didn't take Vinil into confidence. The consequences of the brief affair were disastrous and if it weren't for Mayuri intervening, they were headed for a divorce. Expert manipulation of Mayuri and Dolly's shrewdness saved their marriage. Mayuri offered Vinil an open invitation to impregnate her if he felt betrayed over Dolly's and my behavior. Vinil, knowing his limitation, however, was more than happy to spend a few nights with her. While Mayuri didn't quite enjoy the sex with Vinil, she used it as an opportunity to humiliate me further.

Eventually, Vinil and Dolly were happy that I fathered their child instead of some faceless stranger. Dolly had apparently paved a path for further cuckolding of Vinil with their plan to have another child. And Mayuri categorically conveyed that I was not fathering our second child claiming that I already had my share. I was glad that I got an opportunity to sow my seed as Mayuri would have found yet another reason to conceive from some one other than me.

Vinil and Dolly also planned to relocate back to India and somehow it seemed that it was only to stay close to Shrini and Rohini so that they wouldn't have to look far to find a father for their second child. However, I was certain that no one except Shrini and Rohini knew about Mayuri's impregnation and similarly no one except Mayuri and myself knew about Dolly's impregnation.

During the last couple of weeks, Rohini and Shrini lived at our place since they had already packed off their stuff. Not surprisingly, Mayuri had relegated me to our guest bedroom. None of them had any pretension and finally for once I had experienced true form of wife-swapping. Rohini and Mayuri had little interest in their husbands during the weekends when I was present. Mayuri practically behaved as his wife and even went around with him for errands and dinners.

I didn't mind much as Rohini had suddenly turned into a tigress draining me every night I spent with her. She was passionate, experimented without any inhibitions and allowed me to take her anally on every occasion. She rimmed me several times, only to explain what pleasures Shrini had been deriving from Mayuri on a regular basis. This was besides the weekly dose of sex I was getting from Dolly, who was also in equal frenzy. Needless to mention we were pretty much drained by the time Shrini and Rohini flew to India.

The last weekend we got together as a whole group to relive our memories. The thought of sex didn't cross any (the four of us) of our minds and we were simply busy partying. We also had included a men's only hangout the last night we all were together. The women decided to spend time at home and relax while we headed to the city. I suspected some insidious plan must be shaping in their evil minds but nothing was apparent. Things unfolded gradually.

Rest of the folks headed home the next morning early as Shrini was supposed to leave early afternoon. With a late night outing the rest of us were still not in a mood to bid goodbye to them. Shrini, Pratik, Vinil, and I were sleeping in the living room. When I woke up, the folks had already left and Shrini had moved to the bedroom. Rohini woke me up and lead me to the guest bedroom.

"We don't have much time," she said. She locked her lips with mine, without paying any regard to my stale breath.

"I have little present for you," she said guiding me to the bed and pushing me back.

"Perhaps the last of such kind," she said, lifting her dress, giving an idea about what she meant. I was always nervous about this when it was talked about explicitly. Also, I had never done such a thing with Rohini apart from one earlier occasion. I was apprehensive but nevertheless went with the flow.

She straddled me quickly and lowered her pussy onto my face. It was only a few inches from my face.

"Enjoy the aroma," she commanded sensually.

"Your sexual bond with Mayuri depends on it," she exclaimed. She didn't move much apart from undulating her hips as I inhaled the pungent odor emanating from her honey pot. Needless to mention I had a raging hard on. This would have been a turn-off if I was already sexually satisfied i.e ejaculated. Perhaps, this was one of the reasons why I also enjoyed if Mayuri had sex with Shrini before me.

She lowered her vagina gently on my face but not enough to make contact with my lips. Her underwear kept the remnants of her morning session with Shrini secure. I could barely see as her night dress, a little thicker than the American versions, enveloped my face. Getting impatient, I motioned to raise my neck to get closer to her slit but she held me back with her hand, clutching my hair. She then lowered herself further but instead of targeting my lips, she rubbed her gusset on my nose, making my nose wet with the sticky substance. Having teased me enough, she finally positioned her pussy squarely above my lips but she avoided making contact. She wanted to test my subservience even further. I didn't disappoint. Extending my tongue I reached the sticky substance that was permeating through the gusset of her underwear.

"Uh...." she let out a loud groan as my tongue traced the smooth texture of her gusset, in an attempt to mop Shrini's semen.

"Relish it," she urged.

"Mayuri needs your support in order to fully enjoy her youth."

Without further ado, she promptly slid aside her gusset and let the trapped semen flow into my mouth. Unlike, my earlier experiences, it was much stickier and thick and there were several globs that gradually descended into my mouth. I didn't like the taste of the semen but somehow my sexual excitement always overcame my taste buds. I suspected, it was the same with Mayuri. After having satisfied with my oral duty, she lay on top of me kissing me on my lips.

"Did you like the taste?" she asked. I didn't like the taste but I had certainly enjoyed the experience as it pandered to my subservient tendencies.

"Aren't you going to miss it?" she asked skillfully, toying with my erect manhood. She guided my penis into her vagina and asked, "Can you feel how loose it is?"

Vagina's do get distended after intercourse, so it was but it seemed unusually so with her. Rohini was sexually much more experienced than the rest as she was much older but I had never experienced such a feeling with her earlier. It might have been simply because she always had sex with me whenever we met and very rarely she ever came to me after being with Shrini.

I nodded, honestly admitting it.

"Guess what would happen when Mayuri gives birth to your first child?"

I understood her hint.

"She either would find one for herself or would expect you to do that," she added.

"It is better if you decide who would father your next child," she suggested, grinding her hips.

"Do you understand?" she asked looking deeply into my eyes.

"Who?" I croaked, clearing my throat. She smiled.

"Did you like the taste?" she asked.

"What?" I asked puzzled. Then realized that it wasn't Shrini's semen. Vinil was certainly not her type, so that left only Pratik. Pratik, while a good friend of mine, was quite incorrigible and could easily get on anyone's nerves. There wasn't anything exciting about his looks, with protruding belly, he didn't seem quite the kind of guy she should get excited about.

"Pratik?" I asked surprised. She smiled. It had dawned on me that I must have been the ultimate cuckold, who had tasted semen of all the men in our group. Mayuri had experienced sex with Vinil and Shrini. Pratik was the only guy remaining.

"Why him?" I asked.

"Firstly, he fits the bill," she claimed.

"Secondly, Sneha wouldn't mind.

"And Lastly, physical proximity should allow ample of opportunities."

"They live in Denver," I immediately retorted.

"You could move there," she countered.

"It should be a good career move," she said referring to an open offer of starting up an office in the Denver area. I was concerned about the sudden U-Turn in our lifestyle with Shrini locating to India but this offered a glimmer of hope. Mayuri wasn't enamored by him. While she admitted that she found Shrini attractive and Vinil handsome, Pratik was never in her good books. However, she did entertain the thought of becoming Pratik's mistress earlier.

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"Would she like it?" I asked.


"Move to Denver. And let Nature take its course."

"Rest assured, Mayuri would chose his penis over yours when her periods start again."

Rohini's assurance on all three fronts was promising. My concern always had been around pregnancy from these illicit matings. While I enjoyed the excitement, the practical implications troubled me. However, keeping in mind my indiscretion with Dolly, I certainly couldn't take moral high ground.

"What if she doesn't like him?" I asked.

"Explore with her. Suggest his name," she urged.

"She shouldn't think this is the end."

Surprisingly, we didn't talk about what next after Shrini. It just didn't seemed appropriate, although I had been ,.ng over it for past several weeks. The sheer excitement and the immense pleasure Mayuri derived from her solo sex life with Shrini, made me contemplate. Her last gift to me was quite eventful.

The next couple of weeks as expected Mayuri was distant. She was disinterested in sex and was generally broody. My sexual life with Dolly during the weeks continued to be radiant. It wasn't until the third weekend - a good eighteen days later - she showed interest in sex. After our dinner and our TV dosage, in the bed she quickly rolled onto me and kissed me passionately. She rubbed her crotch against mine as her tongue probed my mouth. Mayuri's aggression surprised me; usually I took initiative and even then her response was mellow. Our french-kiss continued for long time, all the while she tried relieving herself by grinding her crotch against mine.

After a little while, she took of her panties and I thought it was time for our intercourse but instead of her laying on her back, she simply straddled my face. While Mayuri had done this a few times, this was a little rare. She usually preferred to lay down while I licked her honey pot. For the next twenty minutes she practically humped my mouth with her pussy. The intoxicating sex that she had been accustomed to was only possible with the aid of my tongue now. She seemed to have had two orgasms in the process but her desire remained unfulfilled. Encouraging me to mount her, she tried yet another unconventional thing by lodging her right hand index finger deep into my anus as my penis plowed her vagina. Her lips glued to mine. Even in that sexually excited state, it took me a good ten minutes of humping to climax. Mayuri didn't seem to complain and I was quite certainly happy with my performance, which must have been a side-effect of my sessions with Dolly.

Next morning, I woke up to the pleasant sensations of Mayuri's mouth engulfing my tiny penis. She smiled as I looked at her rubbing my eyes. It didn't take much of Mayuri's time for my penis to swell to gigantic proportions compared to its original size. She hadn't indulged me in such an act all our married life, so I was enjoying the pleasurable sensations. Mayuri decided to change positions and instead of straddling my hips, she lay ontop of me in 69 position. She lowered her vagina to my eager mouth, giving a taste of my own semen. She again continued her humping, this time for much shorter duration, all the while playing with my penis. Having satisfied herself, she continued her attention to my penis but this time, she also inserted her index finger into my anus. She see-sawed her finger while her head bobbed up and down on my manhood. Her manipulation was yielding results as I raced towards my climax and in a matter of few minutes I ejaculated in her mouth. She licked every drop of it.

A corner had been turned. My sexual life was back; with Mayuri willing to experiment willingly. It wasn't quite what I desired but Mayuri showed a lot of hunger for sex with me. True, it meant my tongue was getting unusually exercised rather than my penis. The million dollar question, however, was whether Mayuri would be satisfied with this lifestyle. With no interference in our life, we opened up and for the first time Mayuri expressed her gratitude for having such a splendid opportunity of experiencing sex with other men. She admitted that there were times when she only thought of sex. While she wasn't willing to entertain the thoughts of the same lifestyle yet, she had contemplated on the possibility of making it out with Pratik. She also talked about the black partner from her firm and his interest in her.

It became clearer as days passed that Shrini's void had to be filled. Even if it meant he would get to impregnate Mayuri with our second child. I broached the topic of having Pratik as her next lover.

"Why Sameer?" she asked puzzled.

"Aren't you happy that our life is back?"

"Not at the expense of repressing your sexual appetite," I responded.

"I am fine," she assured.

"We might have to move to Denver," I pleaded, hinting towards my impending offer. She hadn't show much interest in moving out of Bay Area. And more so when this meant moving closer to Pratik.

"Sameer," she urged, "this could turn our worlds upside down!"

"Ever since this started, I have felt like a Slut."

"Do you hate that or are just regretting."

"Regretting," she responded, stealing a quick smile.

"I am afraid my raging hormones would get better of me," she complained.

"I understand," I assured.

"You don't," she retorted.

"I had been having this yearning of getting pregnant ever since I became Shrini's mistress."

"This despite the fact that I knew this wasn't the right thing for us and for my career."

"More importantly, I wanted to get pregnant from Shrini."

"That's the only thing that worries me," I said.

"And it's exactly the same thing that drives us!" she added.

"Let's not worry about it for a moment," I interjected.

"Are you sexually attracted to him?" I asked. She thought for a moment.

"Let's see," she quipped.

"He is a man. Supposedly well-endowed. Good enough reason to experiment."

"You were apprehensive about him, earlier," I retorted.

"Sneha complained about his poor hygiene and his unwillingness to perform oral on her," she responded.

"Also, she didn't like kissing him," she added.

"But," she thoughtfully added, "she confessed that intercourse compensated for everything."

Mayuri's expectations were already in tune. She didn't expect any form of oral sex from Shrini; that was my responsibility. Intercourse was the single largest physical act from which she derived pleasure from Shrini. She indulged in other activities but that were mostly to please him and titillate me. Poor hygiene was the only issue. But, she had never hesitated locking her lips with Shrini with his stale morning breath. Neither did she ever hesitate going down on him, irrespective of his hygiene at that point in time.

"What kind of experimentation are we talking here?" I asked.

"The same kind," she responded immediately.

"Mayuri," I said gathering my thoughts, "I have an offer to move to Denver for couple of years and establish our new office."

"We could move and experiment with this new lifestyle."

"If we are not comfortable then we could move back after that period."

"You do understand what it means, right?" she cautioned.

"You might be pregnant when we get back," I said shrugging my shoulders. She smiled and added, "The worst could be I keep on getting pregnant soon after my periods commence."

Now, we were entering the realm of titillation. Rohini and Mayuri had constantly used such phrasing to caution me and also to judge my reaction. We knew that raising kids is an ordeal, so I didn't expect more than two or three. Although, off late I had started believing that I would father none of our children.

"Let's see," I said deferring the question. Unlike the earlier times, Mayuri wasn't elated. In fact, she descended into further thought spiral. The fascinating thing about this conversation was that neither of us were even thinking about sex. We were simply talking as adults. Upon prodding her for what was on her mind, she carefully asked, "Sameer, if this were to start again, I don't want it to be under the garb as it was with Shrini."

"What do you mean?" I asked. She didn't respond but was lost in thought.

"You want the four of us to know and even encourage sexual proximity between you and Pratik?" I said putting words in her mouth. She responded with a smile.

"While this gives me a raging hard-on," I said, "it also scares me."

"Let's give it a try," I said nudging her. She conceded with a nervous smile.

We talked about the possibilities and timelines of moving to Denver. Sneha was into seventh month of her pregnancy, while Mayuri was in her fifth month. She joked about the striking similarity between the circumstances. We had moved to Shrini's place when Rohini was almost into her ninth month pregnancy. Although, Mayuri was looking forward to it, she was apprehensive about making out with Pratik. Sex without kissing wasn't much of an option for neither of us. Sneha hadn't been successful overcoming her apprehensions, so Mayuri wondered how she would.

Rohini was happy to hear about our news of relocation. She cautioned that Pratik was a push-over and that I shouldn't expect Shrini's etiquette from him. Sneha is aware of her husband's transgressions and that she reluctantly condoned Pratik for all his misdemeanor's. She jokingly advised to extend the same courtesy to yet another sexually frustrated husband by lending my wife's services. Rohini wasn't sure about Mayuri's libido because of her pregnant state but suggested that I refrain from sex in a similar fashion in order for her to get ready for him.

We set the date to move to Denver. Mayuri was into sixth month of her pregnancy while Sneha was into her last month. She expressed concerns about how she could deal with Pratik's size in her pregnant state. Rohini had apparently shared the details about this size in explicit detail; perhaps comparing him to Shrini. I wasn't sure but I had to assure her that it was okay to do whatever she felt instead of worrying about it.

Pratik and Sneha had convinced us to stay with them for the two years instead of finding a place in Denver. Sneha, however, called me and expressed concerns about her philandering husband. She even broke out the news about how all these years he had been screwing Rohini & Dolly. She admitted that while she didn't like it, she had gotten used to it over the past few years. More importantly, she admitted that this kept Pratik in a happy mood. He fancied Mayuri and she was worried that something untoward might happen. Although, the same worry about Rohini and Dolly moving to India concerned her as well. Sneha wasn't aware of Mayuri's indiscretions with Shrini and hence seemed genuine with her concern. After several days of talking with her, we both agreed that there was no harm in moving to their place for couple of months.

[Ramesh_Rocky]

Ever since Shrini had relocated to India, verbal foreplay had essentially vanished. Mayuri had become serious and sometimes I missed the lighter aspect of our sex. She, however, didn't take long to come around and about two weeks before the move, she said, "Why don't we reserve intercourse for Pratik for the next couple of months or so?"


I had already stopped traveling during the week days to LA, so this meant no sex for me. Fortunately, she wasn't averse to oral sex and her concern primarily was about keeping her vaginal muscles firm for her action with Pratik. When the topic of how she would seduce Pratik into it. She replied, "I don't have to. He would do it."

"What do you mean?" I asked.

"He flirts whenever we are alone."

"I will be more receptive," she added.

I was a little puzzled but she had dropped hints about this a few times earlier. Never realized all these years that Pratik had been flirting with her. Their interaction always seemed ordinary. While Rohini had alluded to Pratik's philandering nature, I thought he was simply being himself.

While we were excited about moving to Denver, we never thought about the ramifications of things not working out. The terms of the contract required me to stay the full two-year period. Mayuri decided to take some time off from work, instead of continuing work in Denver. Her career aspirations had taken a back seat and she seemed more interested in starting a family and having couple of children before heading back to work again. It became obivious on who the father would be when she shared her calculations. If she gets pregnant within the first year of our stay at Denver then there would be yet another opportunity for her to conceive before the our two year period ends in Denver.

[Ramesh_Rocky]

Journey of a Cuckold Ch. 12


We moved to Denver on the set date. Pratik was out on business for that week so we had enough time to settle down before the fireworks started. Mayuri was excited at the prospect of cuckolding her husband yet another time with yet another person. Often, she would ramble about her almost completing the circle (having screwed Shrini, Vinil, and now Pratik). She wondered if during the subsequent get-togethers, she could allow free access to herself. Sneha seemed a little unnerved and confronted me at the first opportunity.


"Sameer are you okay with this?" she asked.

"It's alright," I quipped, not wanting to stress her further.

"He had pestered Dolly incessantly," she clarified

"What about Rohini?" I asked.

"She was his Slut," retorted Sneha, emphasizing the word "his."

"I presume Vinil didn't know," I remarked.

"He didn't," she curtly responded, "Dolly was initially interested but later on couldn't handle him."

"You know what I mean," she added.

"It might be too much for Mayuri at this stage too."

"Sneha don't worry," I tried to stop the conversation, "we have moved here for better career prospects."

"I understand," retorted Sneha.

"But could Mayuri handle Pratik's philandering nature?"

Realizing that this could continue incessantly, I interjected, "Sneha, we are not that uptight."

"Mayuri is beautiful," I said, "Tons of folks must be hitting on her, even in this state."

"She can handle anything," I added. Later it struck me that this could have been construed to mean something else as well.

"Besides," I assured, "if something untoward does happen, it would stay within these four walls!"

"Nothing would jeopardize your marriage," I said assuaging her fears. She had a faint smile but still added, "We should keep an eye, though."

"Of course," I said agreeing.

While Sneha had resigned to her fate, she still had a glimmer of hope. The upstairs room was given to us while they stayed in the downstairs room. This was mostly to avoid Sneha climbing the stairs in her state but then Mayuri herself was pregnant. It just seemed that Pratik had decided that his new mistress stayed upstairs while she downstairs. Pratik often slept upstairs in his office, which was next to the master bedroom, allowing more chances with Mayuri. I presumed just as Sneha was worried about the implications of Mayuri staying under the same roof, Pratik must have been planning. Mayuri was certainly eager. Her raging hormones had gotten better of her. A career oriented woman, who scorned at the thought of raising children, was actually looking forward to it. In fact, she wanted to stay home for the next four years and focus on her family, which meant staying pregnant for most of that duration.

On our sex front, Mayuri had made my life miserable. She didn't allow me to penetrate her for the last three weeks, despite spending every night with her. She also had been religiously doing her kegel exercises to tighten her vaginal muscles. It did occur to me that there was another female living under that roof and a pretty one at that. However, she seemed to be in some sort of distraught and didn't quite elicit the same feeling. Mayuri had been perfecting the art of keeping me on the edge for longer durations.

On the work front, the initial phase was a little easier as it only entailed handling logistics of managing the facilities. But soon the pressure of expanding the business would take over. Sixty-Seventy hours of work week was very common. Living with them had the dual advantage of taking care of Mayuri's loneliness as well as her sexual needs.

My conversation with Sneha continued over the week and I learned more about Pratik and Rohini's relationship. Rohini was Pratik's girlfriend who had become pregnant by him. But Pratik couldn't marry her, so Shrini married her to save the prestige of their family. Rohini was Shrini's cousin. As time progressed the love between Rohini and Pratik blossomed again and they started their affair. Initially, both Shrini and Sneha tried stopping it. Rohini and Pratik slept with each other whenever the four were together. Sneha and Shrini didn't have much interest in each other, so they slept separately. Rohini had three miscarriages - the first one when she was very young, the second one about five years ago and the last one recently about two years ago. Sneha suspected that Pratik had fathered the other two as well. While Rohini loved Pratik, she wasn't possessive and didn't mind Pratik's relationship with Dolly. I suspected Rohini actually might have been the instigator. It was quite surprising that Shrini and Pratik had a rather cheerful relationship but then Rohini had arranged for Shrini to impregnate the most beautiful woman of the group.

Sneha & I were curious about how things would transpire between Mayuri and Pratik. Sneha wagered that Pratik would make a move on her within the first week. It was solely up to Mayuri. Sneha was concerned that out of her modesty and concern for us, Mayuri might just brush it off, or allow him to take advantage of her. I probed further to understand if Sneha was actually averse to the idea of Pratik sleeping with Mayuri. After all, he had an open relationship with Rohini and even with Dolly it was semi-open; only Vinil was left in the dark. She responded, "I am used to it."

"He has slept with numerous women; nothing new."

"I am concerned about your marriage, though," she added.

"Why?"

"Pratik is gifted," she said plainly.

"Women rebuff his advances initially," she exhaled, "until they grasp what he has to offer."

"Once they have tasted it, they always come for repeats!"

I didn't react. She looked at me puzzled and asked, "You don't believe?"

She led me to her bedroom and grabbed her laptop. Mayuri had gone out for a walk so we were alone in the house. I anticipated that she would throw some damning evidence at me. Sure enough, she showed couple of pictures of Pratik in compromising position with Rohini. The next one, however, was a thumping smack. It endangered my self esteem. Rohini was helping Pratik showcase his prime possession by holding his penis on her palm. Her middle finger was touching the base of his penis, while the tip extended well past the base of her palm. Upon close inspection, it seemed that the base of his knob was almost touching the base of her palm. The majestic aspect of his penis of course was its girth. It easily, covered most of the surface area of her palm, with narrow patches of her palm showing on either side. Now, Rohini wasn't your ordinary Indian girl, in fact, she was tall by Indian standards and had a lanky figure. Her palms were slender and longish. So, quite certainly, Pratik was well-endowed. It definitely wasn't as big as some of the very long and thick penises in porn movies but I can assure I have seen quite a few porn stars with smaller sized equipment than his. If I were to guess his size, he could have been around 9 or 10 inches long and possibly about 2 - 2 ½ inches wide; I am just talking about the width not the circumference. He was better endowed than Shrini and mine would look puny in comparison to his. More importantly, his very dark in color, just like mine. This wouldn't make much difference to Mayuri but the stark contrast of their complexion made it exciting. I could visualize, Mayuri's pink vaginal lips wrapped around his dark penis, trying to draw more of it inside.

"And that's the kind of effect it has," she said, showing the picture of Rohini's distended vagina, dripping Pratik's semen. That picture reminded me of the state of Rohini's pussy the last day they flew to India.

"Why would women rebuff his advances?" I asked curiously.

"It should be easy for him," I added thoughtfully, "If he tactfully approaches them."

"He is not refined," she said, "like you," stealing a smile.

"Besides, he has other issues," she dropped thoughtfully. Finding a puzzled look on my face, she clarified, "Sometimes he has bad breath."

"Quite often, I meant," she added hesitantly.

"Things are changing," she said breaking the uncomfortable silence.

"He visited the Dentist a few times last couple of weeks."

"With Dolly he didn't bother, but with Mayuri he might just mend his ways."

"You understand what may happen, right?" asked Sneha, looking into my eyes.

"Has Mayuri ever been unfaithful," she asked seriously.

"No," I promptly responded, and added, "But, I suspect she might have been a little experienced before our marriage." I had just dropped this to lead Sneha into more interesting conversation but sometimes, I seriously entertained such a possibility. After all, her marriage to me was fairly sudden; the reasons given were much different but her recent behavioral change does allude to such a possibility.

"Hmm..." she thought and asked, "You are regular size, right?"

I nervously laughed it off but she understood.

"Then she might be tempted," Sneha said calmly.

"You don't seem to be terribly concerned," I remarked.

"Not really, but Pratik has this urge to sow his seeds as well."

"Rohini became pregnant twice, while we were married and he did pester Dolly to go off the pill."

"And Mayuri is the beauty queen, with her his drive would be even stronger."

"Aren't you worried?" she asked.

"I am," I said, "but I have been exposed to such a possibility."

"We have been married for four years but have been rarely together due to my constant travel."

"Have you guys fantasized of doing with other folks?" she asked.

"Have you folks?" I asked, instead of answering.

"There isn't much of sensuality in our relationship," she answered, "but the intercourses usually made up for it."

"Not much," I quipped.

"How often do you folks do it?" she asked.

"I hope you don't mind me getting personal," she added.

"No, its fine." I said.

"About three-four times a week," I answered. This was largely accurate although there have been peaks and troughs. She didn't react but said, "If things work out, her frequency might easily double."

She was definitely surprised with my reaction and ended up remarking, "Looks like you might not object after all."

"Do you want me to let you know if something transpires between them?"

"How would you know?" I asked.

"Pratik is open; he doesn't try to hide it from me."

"Let's just say if Mayuri finds it objectionable, then I would let you know."

"She certainly would be uncomfortable the first few times, but I wouldn't count on that," she teased.

Sneha seemed to be relieved, after all the only real issue for her, knowing the history of her husband, were complications from Mayuri's side. I was tentative about Mayuri becoming Pratik's mistress but after witnessing what he could offer, there was no shred of doubt in my mind. In fact, I wondered why Mayuri wasn't his slut all along and the child she was carrying wasn't his.

[Ramesh_Rocky]

Pratik arrived that Friday evening. Mayuri as a good family friend cooked the dinner; just like she did the whole of that week. In my mind, she was playing the role of an earnest mistress. Items on the menu were his favorite. She was simply dressed, wearing a tight sleeveless Khameez that accentuated her bulging breasts and extended tummy. Pratik had been helping with house chores since Sneha got pregnant, so he did the same. Sneha was oblivious to the chemistry brewing in her kitchen but I noticed quite a few things that surprised me. I wondered how I missed those signs earlier. Pratik touched her bare arms, several times that evening. He whispered into her ears several time. And finally, I saw him commit some brazen acts of brushing his palm against her butt. At two different occasions he did this. He also seemed to have grazed his crotch against her butt; I wasn't sure but Mayuri's reaction confirmed Pratik took advantage of her. To the reader this might simply seem ordinary but for the person who has the context; this would clearly convey that things would start sooner than later.


Sneha and I spoke briefly after our dinner while Mayuri was upstairs taking a shower and Pratik hit the bed early.

"It looks pretty easy," she started.

"She seems to fancy him already."

"You don't expect any sort of relationship between us, right?" she asked.

I was surprised by her directness. I would have been lying if I didn't think about making out with Sneha while we stayed at their place. However, I didn't expect it to happen in the near future. Sneha was the seventies style beauty queen. She resembled the actresses of the seventies era, with milky white complexion and pyramid structure. She had peculiar Maharashtrian features and looked absolutely gorgeous in their traditional attire. She was a little bit on the plump side but not distastefully so.

"It's up to you," I said.

"I like you," she said, "but sex with you is not a good idea."

"At this point," she added thoughtfully. I didn't respond.

"You are good looking," she continued.

"But I am not in a state to have sex."

"If you are interested in talking about Mayuri and Pratik, let me know," she said lowering her voice. I wasn't really interested in talking about them but then it was important to take Sneha into confidence. Silently, we both headed into her bedroom to talk. Pratik was surely asleep as he was usually after returning from a business trip.

"Does Mayuri know?" she asked.

"That Pratik would be targeting her," she clarified.

"Yes. She feels like a queen now."

"There is nothing more exquisite than being plowed by his penis," she responded.

"If she enjoys then you are okay, right?" I asked.

"Yes."

"He loves to have it everyday," she said, "So, Mayuri might be busy noon time when Pratik comes over home for lunch."

"What about you?" I asked.

"I am happy with few times a week," she quipped.

"Also, I can't do the kind of stuff he expects," she dropped in, "only the other women can do that!"

I smiled nervously, not wanting to make her uncomfortable. We were still standing inside her bedroom, just by the door; the door wasn't locked, just pulled in.

"Would you like a couple of times with me?" I asked, stepping closer to her. She was surprised by my move but didn't flinch.

"You are beautiful," I said and stepped close to take her in my arms. I had to push my luck. Within moments, we were engaged in a sensuous kiss that could rival Dolly's sensual ones. Sneha was a good kisser. Her kiss was prolonged, quite unusual for me but I went with the flow.

"Breaking the kiss," she said, "we shouldn't do it. Pratik doesn't like it."

"Why?" I asked surprised.

"That's the way he is."

"A little bit of foreplay is fine but no intercourse," she quipped.

"But he would be fucking Mayuri!" I complained.

"You see," she said, "Mayuri wants it."

"How do you know that?" I countered.

"Her body language was similar to that of Dolly's just before she gave in," she retorted.

"Buy some condoms," she advised, "the large ones."

"May not need them right now but in a few months they would be necessary."

Our conversation got disrupted by Mayuri as she came downstairs looking for me. She didn't find anything strange as we were comfortably seated on her bed talking to each other. After some small chat, Mayuri and I headed to our bedroom. Once we were comfortable in our bed, she asked, "Did you find anything odd today?"

"You were affectionate towards Pratik," I promptly responded.

"Absolutely," she said, "I wanted to let him know that I am available."

"Did he get the message?"

"Sort of," she said.

"Why did he head to bed early tonight?"

"He needs to recharge himself," she said.

"I am not sure though whether this is a good idea," she added.

"Why?" I asked.

"He is shabby," she complained.

"What do you mean?" I asked.

"He didn't seem properly dressed, didn't seem to have showered in preparation and more importantly, he didn't even bother to use mouth freshener, knowing that he was trying to court me!"

"Wait a minute," I interjected.

"Was this planned?" I asked.

"Not planned but anticipated," she clarified.

"What bothered you the most?" I asked.

"His stale breath," she answered.

"Really? I thought you could handle it."

"Yes but I expected him to impress, at least the first time," she complained. I smiled in response.

"For your information," I said, "he has seen his Dentist several times last couple of weeks."

"So, he is certainly preparing," I said.

"How do you know?" she asked surprised.

"I have done my homework."

"Looks like you are really looking forward to it," she responded.

"It's been three months since you experienced someone else," I retorted.

"And you are concerned enough to share my womb with your best friend," she said in a condescending tone.

"We didn't decide," I said tactfully.

"Decide we did," she retorted, "by moving to Denver."

"I hope he is really endowed and not like Vinil," she exhaled.

"You shouldn't worry about it," I said assuring her.

"Rohini assured that you wouldn't be disappointed," I added.

"Let me make it clear," she said in a stern voice.

"Once I have accepted him," she continued.

"I would unequivocally let him know that I am his wife under this roof."

"You are the provider," she said, "but I would be looking towards him for anything related to sex."

I was aware of Mayuri's strategies now. She employed these scare tactics to ensure that I had the buy in. I had obviously considered this as a possibility and was actually looking forward to it; especially after witnessing Pratik's specimen. Needless to mention we had yet another hot session that night.

Next morning as usual, Mayuri got up early, even though it was a Saturday. She went out for her morning walk; while I lazed in the bed. I wasn't thinking about my work but my mind shifted to Mayuri and Pratik when I heard someone outside. It was still very early, about 6:30am, so didn't think much would happen but Mayuri was gone for about half-an-hour. I hesitantly stepped out and found that Pratik was tiptoeing downstairs. I carefully followed him and positioned myself strategically to observe what was happening in the kitchen. Pratik himself was deciding on making his move. Mayuri was preparing to have the breakfast and she was bending down to check the contents of refrigerator. In a brazen act, Pratik moved to the kitchen and positioned himself right behind Mayuri with his crotch aligned with her butt. He held her waist and pushed his crotch into her butt. Mayuri reacted quickly and turned around to look who was behind her. She almost yelled but had a nervous smile instead of frowning at him. It just seemed that Pratik knew that Mayuri didn't approve of it but was willing to tolerate it. I wondered if this was the first instance or there was some history behind.

He said something to her, to which she shook her head and tried to get out of kitchen. He stood in her way but didn't try anything forcefully. He continued his talking. Mayuri was answering in mono syllables. He stepped a little closer but she stood her ground. And then Pratik laid his hand on her tummy. Mayuri checked the entrance to kitchen and the stairs hesitantly. Pratik had already made up his mind as he confidently held Mayuri's face in his hands and leaned forward to kiss. She was stiff like a Mannequin; closed her eyes and accepted his kiss. She didn't reciprocate but that didn't stop Pratik. Breaking the kiss, he said something to her. She again glanced at the entrance and replied. Pratik didn't show any apprehension despite the fact that his wife and Mayuri's husband were present under the same roof. Pratik's hand moved to her left breast and gently squeezed it. Mayuri again closed her eyes and enjoyed the pleasant sensation. He massaged both her breasts and said something again. She opened her eyes, looked at him first, and then again checked the entrance. This time, she moved her hands that were by her side, and circled his neck and offered him her lips again. Finally, she parted her lips and kissed him back with equal intensity. The whole thing took about five precarious minutes but Pratik nevertheless insisted that she kissed him back in the kitchen. Soon after, Pratik lead her to his upstairs bedroom for their first session. I wanted to eavesdrop but didn't have the courage to do so.

[Ramesh_Rocky]

After about an hour, Mayuri returned to our bedroom. She locked the door and crashed next to me on the bed. She leaned forward and offered me a kiss. Her breath smelled of semen.


"You wouldn't believe the kind of sex I have had," she said.

"Oh my god," she exhaled, "I couldn't even get all of it inside!"

"Don't waste time," she said before I could respond.

"Eat it."

"It's fresh!"

Needless to mention it was indeed fresh, thick and abundant, just as it was when I last tasted it from Rohini. Things had moved much faster than either of us had anticipated. After her excitement subsided, she said, "That Bastard, didn't even brush his teeth and kissed me."

"Not only that," she said, "I responded."

She explained what else happened inside the room and how thrilled she was to lay her hands on his majestic penis. A peculiar thing, she noticed with him was that he wanted to take her anally and constantly probed her anus with his fingers, in every position they had sex. It wasn't just probing she said but he actually got dirty and inserted his fingers inside. All that left her anus sore and she suggested purchasing some lube to ease the friction. Mayuri admitted that she was apprehensive initially but was glad that she tried it. Upon asking if it was worth looking over his poor oral hygiene, her answer was a resounding yes.

Things were under the garb for the next four weeks. Pratik screwed her every afternoon during the weekdays. She sneaked into his bedroom early morning during the weekends to keep her average up. She felt despicably slutty to get up early morning and freshen up only to insert her tongue into his foul mouth. Yet, it somehow brightened her days. Perhaps the anticipation of intercourse with him obliterated her olfactory senses. Seemingly, Pratik was unconcerned about his morning breath and expected Mayuri to lock lips with him regardless. Mayuri figured that it was only the initial couple of minutes that bothered her and contrary to her instinct, wet kisses actually made it better. He showed no interest in going down on her and neither did he try to finger her pussy. His sole interest was her anus, which he fidgeted with relentlessly every time he made love to her.

Amidst all the hype, I was surprised by the frequency of her sessions. According to the statistics, Shrini clearly dwarfed Pratik, yet Mayuri claimed that she was satisfied. She admitted that Pratik was a sloth and preferred lazing around over everything else. Sure enough it reflected in the variety of positions - missionary, on top, and doggie - he had sex with her. Things turned swiftly when Sneha was in the hospital for delivery; a couple of anticipated complications required her to stay over. Pratik had unplanned work so he couldn't stay overnight with Sneha; instead I stayed back. Sneha, of course, made it worthwhile by swapping saliva with me and jerking me off. Married to someone whom she didn't like to kiss, Sneha was a great kisser. Over the past four weeks, we must have shared over fifty deep, intense kisses. In fact, it was simply those kisses, and on a few occasions little bit of boob squeezes that she allowed. While she did grope my penis, she never tried to jerk me off until completion except that night. It dawned on me the reason for her courtesy when she said, "Mayuri must have had a fantastic night," in the morning.

Upon returning back with my heart thumping wildly, I found that Mayuri was still asleep but Pratik was gone. She was wearing her flimsy nightie and the bed was in complete disarray, betraying the events of last night. Upon close inspection, I found several spots on the bed sheet that seemed to be Pratik's dried semen. Mayuri was naked beneath her nightie. It didn't take much time for me to start licking her well used pussy. Mayuri was fast asleep and it took few minutes of effort to wake her up. She squirmed and holding my head tightly up against her pussy, encouraged me to do lick it clean. Pratik had screwed her thrice that night; and each session of her lasted about an hour. She didn't let me fuck her because she was sore with the action that night. It didn't bother as I had already been having regular sessions with her every night. The same pattern repeated that night with me at the hospital and Pratik at home.

Surprisingly, Pratik showed remarkable restraint during those four weeks. However, this must be expected for someone who has bedded all the women from our group. Mayuri certainly had a satisfying sixth month of her pregnancy. She anticipated the rest of the months to be even more exciting given that Sneha would be busy with her motherly duties.

The following weekend, when we were engaged in a slightly longish amorous foreplay, I asked her, "How was your first month with him?"

She was amused. We were avoiding talking much about it; mostly letting our actions speak.

"Great," she exhaled.

"Thanks to your ambition," she added. She was alluding to the reason why we moved to Denver.

"Work hard," she urged, "We might have a large family to support!"

"You are thinking about the next one?" I asked.

"And the one after," she cheekily admitted.

"Are you sure?" I asked.

"Absolutely."

"Just because of his size?" I asked.

"No," she said, and added, "He is much thicker than Shrini but only slightly longer."

"Then why?"

"He has the aura of the alpha male Lion."

"How so," I asked surprised.

"Just like the lionesses, he expects his women to come to him for sex and procreation."

"He courts but not as often."

"The reality is that he doesn't care about them but just knows that he has in it him."

"Shrini was well endowed but he didn't have the character," she clarified.

"You complained he doesn't look after his hygiene," I retorted.

"Yet he knows, every morning your wife would gladly swap saliva with him. She would gladly ignore the pungent odor of his penis while pleasing him."

Mayuri had started visiting Pratik on a daily basis in the mornings as he didn't have his regular dosage of sex from Sneha.

"He also doesn't bother about your presence," she continued.

"He has screwed me in the downstairs bathroom, inside the car while parked in garage, and even inside our bedroom closet."

"All when you were at home, during our normal waking hours."

"You kidding," I exhaled, surprised by her admission. She shook her head, smiling.

"You seem to be a little too comfortable with him," I remarked, hesitatingly.

"Are you sure, nothing happened before we moved here?"

She was very intimate with him in a remarkably short span of time. It took a long while for her to be comfortable with Shrini. Her guilt ridden smile answered the question amply. Over the next few days, she reluctantly shared the details about her initiation with him.

It happened the last night of the get-together we had before Shrini and Rohini headed back. Pratik had headed home earlier on some pretext. Mayuri attributed the blame to Rohini. Although, Rohini had floated the idea of Pratik, Mayuri wasn't keen - partly due to his poor hygiene, partly due to his unattractive looks. He was also fat and out of shape.

That evening, the ladies visited the indoor swimming pool for a late night swim, although it wasn't allowed. Mayuri wore a two piece swimsuit that Rohini and Sneha had purchased for her. Her fourth month bulge was apparent in that skimpy swimsuit. Our pool was indoors and practically in the basement due to the uneven terrain of the place where we lived. It was private and quiet as there weren't windows or outlets, except vents for air circulation. The changing rooms were either of the entrance to the Olympic size pool. Dolly headed back earlier to catch on sleep but Rohini, Sneha, and Mayuri enjoyed until about 10:00 pm. Our pool closed at 10:30 pm, so they decided to call it a night. Mayuri headed to the restroom to relieve herself while Sneha and Rohini headed to the showers, joking that there was no harm in using the shower cubicles. The shower rooms and the restrooms were next to each other inside, and due to the quietness, it was easy to hear them in the other room. Absent mindedly, she entered the restroom after gathering her belongings behind Rohini and Sneha. She almost yelped when she was dragged into the restroom all of a sudden. It was Pratik; he covered her mouth to muffle her cry. She was surprised but thought he might have been expecting Sneha.

She seductively whispered, "Sneha is heading for the shower." The shower cubicles offered some privacy if he wanted to take the risk.

"I know," he answered. Her face paled when she heard that. It dawned on her that she was practically naked in front of Pratik in the two piece swimsuit. It was perfectly design for the advantage of Pratik, showing ample cleavage. She was in shock and didn't utter anything but kept looking at him.

"Someone could catch you in here," she reasoned. It was time to close the pool and she expected the security person to show up any minute. He responded by stepping towards her. They were in the corner restroom meant for handicapped folks that had ample room. She stepped back involuntarily. Rohini's suggestions went through her mind and it seemed she had arranged for this. However, she didn't expect Pratik to be reckless enough to jeopardize both her and his marriage. She wondered if Sneha was guilty as well. Rohini had assured of his sexual prowess, so this was her chance to find out.

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The silence was unbearable and finally, she tried to squeeze out of the narrow gap between him and her. He blocked her. She pleaded, "Please let me go."


He shook his head, smiling at her predicament.

"Waited too long," he finally uttered.

She shuddered when he placed his hand on her slightly distended tummy. Gently stroking her belly, he muttered, "Should have been mine." Her heart skipped a beat upon hearing that.

"Never mind," he said looking up to her, smiling.

"You are quite young," he reasoned.

"What are you talking about?" mumbled, Mayuri finally.

"You know," he calmly answered.

"In fact, you are relishing at the prospect," he said, leaving her to fill in the blanks. Her mind couldn't register his words - she was still in a state of blur - but his cocky nature had definitely aroused her. She was lubricating profusely despite having a satiating week with Shrini. Unlike, Shrini, Pratik didn't show any excitement of having an opportunity to make love with a beautiful woman. She knew him for a long time but never expected him to be bold and intimidating. She noticed that Pratik did embody some of the desirable traits she looked for in her prospective mates. It was simply a matter of his equipment now.

She observed his physique carefully. He stood about 5' 10", a little shorter than Shrini but considerably taller than me. He was overweight and had a sizeable paunch. He was dark but not much darker than me. Due to his bodyweight, his age showed clearly; he was thirty-six years old. She had no reason to be fascinated by him. His hygiene was legendary in our group. A pungent odor from his underarms clearly demarcated the air surrounding him in the pristine, well chlorinated restroom. His body had plentiful hair contrast to Shrini and me. His darkish lips showcased his yellowish teeth that accentuated his stale breath.

Mayuri deliberated with herself in vain; the package wasn't alluring. Yet, she craved his bold demeanor. Shrini never showed this kind of assurance during their early days of courtship. Pratik had the audacity to walk into ladies room, and court her, almost, in presence of his wife. This despite his ordinary looks and questionable hygiene.

"Let's see," he said breaking her reverie. His hand moved to her pelvis. Her hands moved to stop him, judging the need to shield her flimsy pantie. While the ladies were cooling down on the other side, the chemistry between them was boiling hot on this side.

He was in no hurry. He had already cornered his mare. She held his hands in a vice grip while her eyes were locked with his. Against her better judgment, her body was preparing for the ensuing session. His steely gaze reminded her of Yarraman and how he would have communicated his alpha male status to Belle. Yarraman had neither a need nor desire to prove his status. It was understood. His ability to court Belle was not questionable.

Several moments passed in that state. Pratik patiently waited for her resolve to weaken. The ladies on the other side had finished with their shower and were calling to her. She looked at him for guidance. Her grip eased but she held his hands in hers. Pratik was unconcerned about the other two women; his eyes still mating with hers. When they called for her again, she involuntarily let go of his hands but in the process guided his hands to pelvic area. She kept an eye on the women but her hands went behind her bum raising her pelvis further providing better access. It was sudden but subtle invitation from a demure young wife.

She held her breath when Pratik inspected her vagina by sliding aside gusset of her pantie. A loud moan escaped her mouth as his fingers effortlessly slid inside the folds of her lubricated pussy. She was annoyed by the shameless capitulation of her body. The lubricating fluids gushing onto his fingers. He lewdly licked his slick fingers after withdrawing from her hole and remarked about the sweet taste of her pussy. She frowned.

"I wasn't wrong," he quipped, in his usual, loud voice.

"Shh..." she urged. He stood at a comfortable distance; it narrowed but not at the required pace. Her awkward position - pelvis jutting out indecently - welcomed his new stallion.

"Tell me," he quipped, again, in his usual voice. She quickly hushed him, in the process disengaging from the act.

"They might be looking for me," she remarked. Her thoughts were of leaving but her body had involuntarily moved closer to him. She realized when the cold wall behind wasn't making her uncomfortable anymore. A thin waft of air separated them. Her quandary was apparent. She didn't want to be caught by the ladies and neither did she want to leave without sampling his specimen.

"Tell me," he asked her once more. She reacted urgently and hushed him; her hand on his lips and her body glued to his. His stale breath hit her when whispered, "Tell me," with utmost precision, "is there a place for another one," by placing his hand on her womb. A shiver ran through her spine; her lips quivered in anticipation and her eyelids lowered in submission.

On the behavioral scale, Pratik had aced her test. The self-assured, arrogant attitude that she found missing in Shrini was in abundance.

She vividly recollected that his breath was questionable; yet she yearned to insert her tongue into his mouth. He stood tall with his breath blowing on her nose, so she tried standing on her toes, bringing her lips at level with his.

"You wouldn't regret," he whispered, sending yet another waft of stale air. However, to her pleasant surprise, her hands were directed to his manhood. His fly was open. Her hands hesitantly slipped into his trousers to cup his erection. The thick sausage riveted her attention from his stale breath. She pushed his underwear down to free his semi-flaccid penis. It was long and very thick. Just like Shrini, his sacs were sizeable and drooped behind his oversized penis. It fascinated her. She wondered if she could accommodate him.

While she was busy assessing her new stallion, the ladies from the other room became curious.

"Mayuri," called Sneha, "What's taking you so long?"

"Nothing," responded Mayuri.

"I have a stomach upset," she added. Her hands that were stroking his penis stopped for a moment. Rohini and Sneha's chatter annoyed her. Pratik, however, was relaxed. She looked into his eyes to chart out the plan. He showed no hesitation and it was evident that he intended to mount his mare.

He stooped down to taste her lips. Despite her reservations, she found herself on her toes offering him a kiss. It was a delicate kiss; their tongues explored each other's mouths. She gulped loads of his saliva as he practically drooled into her mouth. Her hands were busy stroking his penis and massaging his balls.

"Are you willing?" he whispered between his kisses.

"It's huge," she moaned.

"Are you going to be long?" yelled Sneha. Mayuri continued her kissing, ignoring Sneha. She wasn't concerned about getting caught and the only thing on her mind was his majestic penis. She lined up his penis against the entrance of her prized pussy. The fat knob made inroads into the thin wedge between her lips. Even the knob seemed considerably bigger than Shrini's.

"Hurry up," yelled Sneha as she marched towards the restroom. Mayuri froze! Pratik, however, had already cocked up the trigger; his knees bent, his hands pulling on her butt.

Rohini interjected, "Let us leave, she will join us." And both of them quickly left the ladies room. Inside, in the impending position, Pratik asked, "Are you my slut?"

She answered by latching onto his lips. The knob gradually moved inside her and she was surprised at how slick her pussy was. His hand moved further down on her butt, till his index finger probed her anus. The combination was unbearable and she shuddered with her first climax. Only a little over half of it was embedded inside. Pratik increased the tempo by roughly fingering her anus. She squirmed, which only caused more of his penis to make way deep inside. She had never felt so full; not even with Shrini.

"Wouldn't you want to conceive from this?" he asked. He still hadn't commenced his humping but Mayuri had already climaxed. He drove in his penis to the hilt with one swift moment while synchronizing it with his finger barging into her anus. Mayuri hadn't experienced this mixture of pain and pleasure during intercourse. She groaned in pain but he stifled her cries by his kiss. Pratik initiated his slow humping motion. It was an unusual position but she tried accommodating him balancing herself against him. Gone were her apprehensions of his poor hygiene. Her mouth was practically glued to his the whole five minutes of his slow fucking. The descent from her first climax was ephemeral as she moved onto her next one.

Pratik was relishing it. It wasn't simply the fact that he was screwing a young, beautiful woman. It was also her response; she melted as soon as his penis pierced her tight vagina. Her lubrication was running down his penis to his sacs and anus.

A whole fifteen minutes had passed since she had entered the restroom. They both were sweating, although the room was quite cold. He increased the tempo her rapidly towards her second orgasm. She was getting uncomfortable in her position, so encouraged him to take her from behind. She felt the void inside her vagina - when the cold air sneaked inside - as Pratik disengaged from her.

In her new position, she leaned forward facing the wall, presenting her butt to him after spreading her feet. Pratik didn't engage but inspected his mare. For a moment, she became conscious but a moan escaped her mouth when Pratik played with her anus. Shrini rarely played with her anus, so it was a new feeling. The juices spread from her vagina had reduced the friction making his ministrations pleasurable.

"You are hot," he complimented for the first time. She smiled.

His fascination for her anus showed clearly as he spent several minutes probing it. His fingers would gently probe, massage surrounding area, before homing in to penetrate the tight sphincter muscles. Mayuri would clench her teeth to endure the discomfort and experience the pleasure.

"You can't handle the pill, right?" he asked.

"Nooo," she groaned as his fingers were logged inside now. In her mind, she had already accepted his proposal. Only he had rightful claim to her fertile womb, she thought. Even if she were on pill, she would go off it to fulfill his claim.

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"Just make sure Sameer uses a condom," he whispered into her ear. Mayuri enjoyed verbal foreplay. Shrini didn't have penchant for that; it was only her constant encouragement that made him react.


"Better yet, avoid it during your fertile periods," he continued.

Mayuri reached back and stroked his penis that was losing stiffness. After fiddling with her anus for over five minutes, he initiated his humping motion. Again with a swift moment, he was lodged inside her, getting a loud grunt from her. Pratik humped her at a decent pace for the next five minutes before showing signs of ejaculation. It seemed Pratik couldn't hold it as long as Shrini but she attributed it to his first time with her.

He slowed his tempo and took her in his arms from behind. She was practically standing upright with a thick sausage slithering through her vagina. He played with her nipples, nuzzling into her neck. Yet again, she found that her pelvic muscles were much stiffer and offering lot of friction to his invading penis, in this new position.

When his finger moved to her clit, her body convulsed, launching her into second climax. She leaned back, offering her mouth to his kiss. Pratik latched onto her lips and kissed her passionately. She confessed of fantasizing me sucking on her clit while he plowed her pussy. Surely, she imagined my tongue in place of his fingers.

"Are you still a virgin there?" he asked referring to her anus. She nodded, with a smile.

"Won't stay for long," he added, again kissing her lips. Mayuri explained the position had intensified her experience; it seemed his penis was knocking her cervix with every stroke. He pushed her to lean forward again, making space for his finger to enter her anus. Again, it annoyed her but she resisted the urge to stop him. After all, it was the first time she experienced pain in sexual act while having intercourse. The only other time she found it painful was when Shrini humped her face. Her excitement had elevated several notches. She finally met an alpha male mounting her on his own terms - with utter disregard to her preferences.

Pratik continued his stroking along with his perverse act for the next several minutes. He had certainly controlled it far more than she had expected. He added yet another act to her repertoire - to withstand anal manipulation without any lubrication.

They heard the security person call to verify if someone was in. She responded quickly, "Give me ten minutes."

"Hurry up," she urged him.

"He can wait," he responded.

She was getting uncomfortable in the cold room and wanted to wrap it up quickly. She disengaged and turned around. Her modesty returned when she looked at him again. She laid her eyes on his equipment. The thick dark knob lay exposed, glistening with her juices. It was slightly curved up. She approved of it once again. Pratik urged her to spread her legs in the standing position. But she had different thoughts. She stroked his penis gently, still mesmerized by its beauty. Pratik kissed her again as she weighed the idea of kneeling down to take it into her mouth.

Her heart won over her mind - that was stopping her from acting too slutty. She slid down and kneeled in front of him taking his penis in her mouth. She relished it with delicate strokes of her tongue. She also licked the repository of baby making semen, encouraging him to ejaculate quickly.

Pratik, however, was more interested in sliding it inside, past her throat. Length was not much of an issue now; but thickness still was. She alternated between allowing him to push his penis in her mouth and delicate licks. She was getting tired and after about ten minutes of fellatio, she stood up to stretch her legs.

"Let's get cracking," he said kissing her lips. He wanted to take her from behind again. And this time, she anticipated a brisk tempo.

"There is a lot to deposit inside," he quipped lining his penis at the entrance of her pussy. He plowed for a further two minutes before depositing his semen inside. His penis twitched and shot several spurts of his sperm deep inside her. Her inner walls were inundated with his thick semen. There wasn't much chance for her if she had been in her fertile period. She turned around to look at his spent equipment. Without much encouragement she kneeled down again to clean his penis of her juices and his semen.

It lasted only for about twenty five minutes with five minutes of prelude. They left the restroom together. Rohini and Sneha had inadvertently, perhaps intentionally, carried her stuff back; leaving her no option to walk back in that state. Pratik offered his jacket but that still left plenty of her body to admire. He walked her upstairs with his arm around her waist. The security person smiled as they sauntered across the lobby. Little did he realize that Pratik was escorting someone else's wife. She cursorily objected to his behavior but realized that it was quite dark outside anyway.

Mayuri thought about her recent episode and how satisfied she was in just twenty-five minutes. Although, she wasn't comfortable, she liked the spontaneity. Leading her to the stairs instead of the elevator, he offered yet another hint. Upstairs, just before exiting the stairs, she turned around and offered him a kiss. Surprisingly, Pratik kissed her back, forcing his tongue inside her mouth, in the process tasting his own semen.

The session with Pratik had certainly convinced her about his virility. Moving to Denver meant continuing the lifestyle. Not sustainable given all she thought about was getting pregnant. The financial implications of the move were too enticing for either of us to resist the move. My new compensation and the lower cost of living compensated for her salary as well. The two year tenure allowed her to contemplate the possibility and perhaps getting pregnant by him.

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Journey of a Cuckold Ch. 13



The next whole month, Sneha was preoccupied with her baby; she had little time for Pratik and me. Mayuri was obviously occupied with her bedroom activities, making out three times every week day - twice with Pratik and once with me. During the weekends it was erratic but she made sure that the morning sessions with him were never compromised.


Mayuri continued her activities clandestinely. Her plan for Denver started unfolding gradually. Early one Friday, quite unexpectedly, she shared her thoughts; usually she tiptoed early morning to please her lover but this morning, she insisted on playing with me.

"Good morning, sleepyhead." She nuzzled into me. Her fresh breath confirmed that she had prepared for morning ordeal with him. It was a little early. She stroked my shrunken penis.

"You have forgotten your role." I turned around and tried to kiss her but she evaded and pointing to her pelvis, said, "Not these, down there!"

She wore her flimsy nightie that didn't conceal but rather accentuated her assets.

Looking into my eyes, she said, "We will make a few changes." She massaged my penis but focused on my sperm producing testicles. Ever since she moved to Denver, her cuckolding tendencies hand intensified. She spent more time on the sacs and would quite often manhandle them.

"Now that he has proved his virility," she seethed, "it is only appropriate that we apportion mating rights!"

Even in that state of slumber, my penis didn't let her down.

"So, you agree," she chuckled, in response to my twitching penis in her hand.

She straddled me in a reverse cowgirl position; instead of straddling my pelvis, she had wrapped her legs around me face. Usually, she offered her vaginal lips but this time she offered her pungent asshole. She didn't pay as much attention to her hygiene as she did with Shrini as Pratik never bothered going south on her. She again took my penis that was again gorged with blood in preparation for the next act.

"Under this roof," she exhaled, lowering herself on my face, "I am reserved for him."

"You may have chance occasionally," she quipped. I inhaled the pungent aroma and pleasured her anus with my tongue. Mayuri responded pretty quickly as she moaned and played with my pecker.

"He wants' to penetrate it," she muttered.

Shocked with her admission, I asked, "Are you sure?"

"Worth a try?"

It didn't seem like a smart idea; she was at the end of her seventh month. However, Mayuri was strong willed and obstinate about some things. She would definitely attempt to please him, I thought. Pleased with my oral service, she urged me to mount her. She lay sideways and waited for my clumsy attempts to penetrate her. The doggie position was reserved for the alpha male; beta male had to find his own ways of mounting the bitch. It was becoming increasingly difficult for me to achieve any real penetration in that position. Not until Mayuri cooperated. Often she refused to cooperate. Sometimes, it was to simply humiliate me but most times because she didn't have as much energy. She earnestly offered her lips as I slide next to her, ignoring my stale breath.

"Aren't you going?"

"No," she replied.

She lifted her leg, only a little, to make way for my penis. With a little difficulty, I found the entrance and shoved tip of my penis inside her. The wet warmth of her vagina felt like heaven. Finding that I could only insert less than half of it inside with great difficulty, she remarked, "Not much use is it?"

"Is it any wonder that your wife opts for your friends to father your children?"

"Even in this position," she smirked, "Pratik penetrates as much you would in traditional missionary position."

"What's worse," she said condescendingly, "your wife feels obliged to allow deeper penetration!"

Mayuri was in playful mood and made it even more difficult to penetrate by straightening herself. All her taunting had made me even more desperate and I resorted to kissing her whilst squeezing her breasts.

"Hmm..." she moaned into my mouth.

"Exquisite!"

Kissing was always an important act for us. It reached its zenith during our stay at Denver. Perhaps it was due to Pratik's fascination for kissing and Sneha's apprehensions of exchanging saliva with him. Mayuri had resorted to kissing all the more under his roof. Her fascination with him had also left very little time for me and consequently indulged me by kissing me more often. Even the occasional kisses that we stole during the day were intense. While Sneha, rarely kissed Pratik, she frequently indulged him.

Mayuri enjoyed kissing me but with Pratik she confessed that her vagina would profusely ooze as soon as she inserted her tongue into his foul mouth. The sheer anticipation of kissing him with his morning breath made her giddy.

She continued swapping saliva with me tolerating my futile attempts to achieve any real penetration. Her masterly plan, however, was working. Although, she didn't allow much penetration, her butt and thighs did render sufficient friction to make it pleasurable. It was strangely insulting as Mayuri employed her ass cheeks and inner thighs to squeeze my penis in order to relieve me of my misery. Having already screwed her early that night, I was in no hurry. Not sure if it was the perverse nature of the act or whether the penis was rubbing her G-Spot but Mayuri responded. Her moans revealed that she was indeed enjoying the episode. Eventually, my persistent approach melted her resolve and she lifted her leg, clearing the entrance to the hole that had captured Pratik's attention. With in no time, I drove my penis into her and now more than half of it was lodged inside. She pulled me inside with her one hand but her intention was to finger my butthole instead. Her finger invaded my anus ruthlessly. Burying it inside up to her knuckle, she urged me. We climaxed a few moments later.

"Need we discuss apportioning of mating rights?" she asked, catching her breath.

As explained earlier, she was evaluating the option of getting pregnant by him but there wasn't much of resistance from her side to this idea. Neither was it a question of whether Pratik would impregnate her; it was a question of when he would do so. Ever since, she moved under Pratik's roof, she took care of herself physically and religiously performed her Kegel exercises. The objective was to appease Pratik by providing him an illusion of her virginity. Shrini of course had already foiled her attempts. To her merit, she had the unparalleled ability of making someone ejaculate by simply employing her vaginal muscles. She rarely attempted that with me; always reserving it for her lovers.

Later in the day, we spoke about the morning episode when we were both sober. Mayuri finally admitted that despite her reservations she was sexually drawn towards him. While sexually not as adventurous as Shrini, he was matchless with regards to his equipment. Strangely, his slothful behavior enamored Mayuri. Pratik would either pursue her madly or completely ignore her. Often, he would court her at inopportune times and expect her to reciprocate. They did it in the garage, in the car while parked inside the garage, in the downstairs bathroom and so on. Contrasting that, his indolence knew no bounds when Mayuri solicited his attention in the mornings. He would not budge easily and only after serious coercion would he respond. Yet he had captivated her mind.

"Sameer," she spoke on the phone, "since you have brought us to this."

"We need to get mentally prepared for more children." I was listening, knowing that's what she wanted from me.

"Neither Pratik nor me would be able to resist this temptation!"

"Here is our chance," she urged, "to live this lifestyle."

"Under this roof," she choked, "let us pander to your cuckold and my cuckolding tendencies."

There was silence for several moments on the phone.

"Are you listening?" she asked.

"Hmm..." I nodded.

"Do you agree?" she stuttered.

It was true we were enjoying the lifestyle. It was only the act of procreation that bothered me. Not because someone else was fathering our children but because of fear of my ability to support so many children. Even when I overlooked that aspect the thought of Pratik fathering our children pinched me. Why Pratik, I wondered? Once again, I decided to ask Mayuri the very same question, to which she had already answered several times.

"Why Pratik?" I countered. She gasped out of frustration. Gathering herself, she answered, "Because..."

"It has to be someone other than you."

"Someone," her words trailed, "who is well endowed."

"And," she paused, before adding, "Someone who is trustworthy." "There aren't many who fit these criteria," she exhaled.

She had reasoned it well. However, my mind was not willing to accept him. His looks weren't appealing and I wondered if our children should inherit his characteristics.

"Not to mention," she added, "his personal traits that draw out the slut in me."

"It acts as an aphrodisiac for you as well - me acting slutty for him!"

We went through several arguments before settling on the decision to pursue it.

"What are the rules of engagement?" I dared to ask.

Preliminary tension had evaporated. We started out sober in the conversation but were oozing sex now.

"Let's see," she said, collecting her thoughts, "under this roof, Pratik has exclusive access to my womb."

"All of us under this roof should be aware of this in black-and-white."

"As regards to our activity - it would mostly happen in Pratik's office room."

"However, our marital bedroom should have place for him as well."

"You would use a condom - always - and absolutely no sex for you during my fertile period!"

"With regards to our regular life," she said, "I would act as his consort in presence of complete strangers."

"And even in your presence I would affiliate with him."

These rules aren't set in stone but they could only be made stricter.

"Do you agree?" she asked.

"I agree."

"What happens when we move out?" I asked.

"We continue the lifestyle," she chuckled, "but don't get into the procreating business."

"Is the contract for exactly two years?" she asked.

"Approximately."

"That means it could be more or less?"

"Only more - not less," I quipped.

"I wager he would father two of our children," she remarked.

"You would wish for three, though," I added, playfully.

"Oh, BTW, tonight, Pratik is taking me out on a date," she added just as we were about to hang. The pangs of jealousy gnawed me. The sloth was finally dating my wife - the beautiful women he lech'd at during our college days.

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That evening I was late from work Mayuri waited for me to get home. It was part of her humiliation to leave in front of my eyes holding his arm. She soon guided me to our bedroom to have a private conversation before stepping out. The whole atmosphere was charged; even Sneha showed it in her disapproving look.


She was dressed in a simple Salwar Khameez but something looked amiss. Her breasts were drooping unusually. Offering a peck on my lips, she whispered, excitedly, "He gave me special rings as a gift!"

"Not that kind she said, as I inspected her earrings.

"Not those kind either," she sensually uttered as my eyes riveted towards her feet.

Biting her lower lip, she nonverbally invited me towards her. Hugging her, I tried to kiss but she evaded it and instead guided my hands to her breasts. It quickly registered why her breasts looked droopy. They weren't supported by brassiere. Upon realizing the possibility that she could have pierced her nipples for him, my pecker immediately responded.

"Have you gotten them pierced?"

She shook her head and lifting her Khameez showed her breasts. Tiny rings encircled her nipples but they didn't look secure. Her tiny nipples weren't long enough to entertain those kinds of rings. They adorned her breasts her though.

"Soon these would be long enough to hold two of them."

"No permanent marks for me," she reasoned as I inspected her breasts. Flicking my tongue across her nipple, I sensed the cold metal that surely must be reminding her of their presence.

"What about the scar marks on your tummy?" I asked.

"Not much of choice there," she reasoned.

"Why aren't you wearing your brassiere?" I asked.

"It was his wish."

"Wanted to parade your wife to the serving waiters."

"Have you changed your mind?" she asked.

"About what we talked in the morning," she clarified.

I shook my head.

"I would let Pratik know about it over dinner," she said excitedly, stepping out.

Waving to both of us, Mayuri and Pratik stepped out for their adventure. Closing the door, Sneha turned around and kissed me. She fervently kissed me right at the door just as they pulled out of the driveway. She led me to her bedroom. Fully clothed, we rolled onto her bed like teenagers, passionately kissing each other. Just as we were getting into the act, her baby girl started crying. Sneha picked her up from the cradle and tried to pacify her. The baby was hungry, so it didn't work and Sneha had to breastfeed her. It was an awkward moment as neither of us knew the appropriate thing to do. She took a shawl to cover her partially exposed breast on which the little girl was feeding. Not many liked the taste of mother's milk but I liked and I had tasted from Rohini's breast earlier.

Nature took its course as Sneha couldn't resist my sexual advance while breast feeding her daughter. She returned my kisses passionately. In no time, I got rid of the shawl and exposed her other breast as well. Her breasts were gorged with milk and mere kneading of them caused them to spill milk. Needing no encouragement, I kneeled in front of her and latched onto her other breast. The thin, steady stream of milk flooded my mouth. Sneha liked the pleasant sensation as I played with her nipple by gently nibbling at it.

I guided her to lie down on the bed so that I could inspect her distended vagina. She resisted; only cursorily. Just like Mayuri, she was extremely fair with milky white, blemish less complexion. Her pussy lips were not as pinkish but very attractive. She was, however, much bigger than Mayuri and even her pelvis looked humongous to me. Getting rid of her panties I finally noticed her vagina that was quite large compared to Mayuri's - perhaps it was because of Sneha's build, perhaps it was because of bearing a child.

She moaned audibly as I pleasured her with my tongue. Satisfying her completely, I moved up to kiss her. The baby girl was asleep and we could now lavish attention on each other. She again kissed me passionately.

"I never experienced such pleasure," she quipped.

"Why?"

"Pratik never does that," she hesitantly responded. She moved her hand to my penis and stroked it, through my pajamas.

"Is it like your husbands?" I dared ask.

"You know the answer," she quipped, not looking into my eyes.

"Is he really big?" I asked. She looked into my eyes and smiled nervously.

"Yes but there are things that you excel at," she assured.

"Like what?"

"Kissing, going down on me," she said. Her hand was all along busy stroking my penis. When I motioned to mount her, she abruptly asked, "What are you doing?"

"We can't do that." Her eyes conveyed her disapproval distinctly.

"Pratik doesn't approve of it," she said, avoiding looking at me.

"Pratik likes to kiss, I heard," I said, diverting her attention.

"Yes he does, but I don't like to kiss him and neither did Dolly like it."

"How come Mayuri likes it?"

"She has the right qualities - she revels in the experience."

"We could be good friends," she said looking at me.

"Did Dolly ever go out with him like this?" I asked.

"Never."

"She detested him!"

"There is something about Mayuri..." her words trailed.

"What?" I encouraged.

"She is beautiful," she said, "and very willing in the bedroom."

"Dolly wasn't as willing," she remarked.

"What do you mean?"

"Mayuri could do things we would never do..." she said lowering her eyes.

"Let's not talk about them," she stopped herself abruptly.

Like a gentleman, I honored her plea of not pushing her for more than she promised to offer.

Mayuri and Pratik returned a little late that night. They headed to Pratik's office room instead of kicking me out of our bedroom. Although, that day didn't seem far. For the first time, I had the urge to eavesdrop on them. Pursuing my instincts, I tip-toed to the door and listened to their ordeal inside. Unlike the episodes with Shrini, these lacked aural luster. They didn't communicate much and occasionally, I had slurping sounds and eventually it was Mayuri's groans. It became apparent that she was allowing him to take her anally as her groans, although not loud, were indicative of her plight. She would urge him to stop but then would relent again. This went on for well over twenty minutes after which she seemed to have adjusted to his size and enjoyed the action as conveyed by her moans. It was too mellow for me to keep me glued so I retreated to my bedroom soon.

The next morning, Mayuri woke me up early to share the story of last night. She obviously hadn't had enough and she kissed me passionately. Gently probing her ass I realized that she indeed lost her anal virginity. Curious to observe the state of her anus, I slid down and with the aid of a torch inspected her anus. She gladly lifted her legs and allowed me intimate access. Sure enough her sphincter muscles looked abused. It was swollen red and loose. Without any encouragement my tongue moved into the crack to soothe her abused asshole. She didn't object but warned me to be gentle. She confirmed that he indeed was able to achieve full penetration; a splendid achievement in the eighth month of her pregnancy. There was no trace of semen and it seemed he had used a condom. From the tell tale signs, it seemed that she also had a morning session with him.

"Did you do it in the morning?" I asked.

"Yes," she replied, "it was the third time for the night."

"Every time it was in the back hole," she sensually added.

"Did it hurt?" I asked.

"Yes," she quipped, "but mostly it was fun."

"Check it out," she said pulling something from the bedside table. It was a plastic zipper bag that contained some white stuff. As she delicately pried out one of the things, it became apparent that she had saved his condoms from last night. I moved up to her to inspect it closely.

"Let's compare," she said, pulling out my taut penis from my pajamas.

Not surprisingly, the condom was much larger compared to my erect penis. I didn't realize the chasm between our penises but later on found that he was about two sizes bigger than me. It was clear why she had chosen him to be her new stallion.

"Any doubt he would soon impregnate me?" She chuckled; her intention was only to highlight potency of his ejaculations.

"Check out," she added, "how stuffy these are?"

For having ejaculated thrice in a night they were saturated with the white gooey stuff. Her fascination with his penis and his semen was apparent as she played with the limp casings. She moved one hand to my penis and stroked my penis as she fiddled with the condom. She looked at me as I enjoyed the pleasant sensations.

"Isn't he the Yarraman from your dreams?" she asked casually.

"Just the kind of stuff, Brolga would have wanted for Belle," she said, waving the condom in front of me. She drew it closer to her nose to inhale the musky odor.

"In his fantasies," she seethed, "he would only lick Belle's pussy, in the hope of tasting Yarraman's seed one day."

"He wouldn't mount her but only prepare and soothe her with his tongue," she said by wickedly squeezing my balls. She leaned forward to kiss me while continuing her torture. She continued it for a little while; perhaps she was making up her mind on how to escalate her humiliation to the next level.

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"You may have the privilege of tasting it in person," she quipped, breaking the kiss, her lips still stacked over mine, "but for now you will have to do with this."


She unloaded the remnants of one of the condoms into her mouth, and tantalizingly displaying it as in porn movies, she leaned forward to kiss me; full expecting my reciprocation. I didn't disappoint. It was a delicate yet intricate kiss; every motion of her tongue was deliberately planned to provide utmost pleasure and humiliation. Her tongue swirled in my mouth, wrapping around mine, coating it with the thick, bitter semen. We played with it by passing it back and forth between our mouths. Eventually, gravity took over and all of it found its way down my throat. She did the same with the second condom. And for the third, she directly unloaded it into my mouth, whilst spilling some over the top of my lips. She remarked it just looked like Brolga's mouth when he tried to pry for Yarraman's semen in her dreams.

My humiliation at Pratik's place had only begun. He procured the rights to breed my wife under that roof in no time. She wanted to be publicly intimate with him - whilst preserving the decorum - in front of us and strangers whom we never expected to meet again.

It started with me taking over the chauffeuring duties for our family. Pratik romanced his new mistress in the backseat during the long drives. Sneha accompanied me in the passenger seat and paid no heed to the things that transpired in the back seat. It was unnerving when they kissed; often they were superficial but sometimes they were deep and intense. Most of the activities, in the car, happened during late evenings while returning from our daily trips. Initially it was heavy petting and later on she started performing fellatio on him. Sneha ignored most of their acts but did react disapprovingly a few times.

During sightseeing, they would walk together and request us or passer-bys to take their pictures. To an onlooker they just seemed like a couple, very much in love. Once a passing stranger commented on Mayuri's beauty and congratulated Pratik on having such a beautiful wife and soon a beautiful child. We collected a lot of their pictures during our stay at their place. Mayuri maintained them secretly and used them to titillate me after returning from their place.

Sneha expressed her displeasure against their public display but never disrupted their proceedings. Secretly, she desired to see Mayuri get pregnant with Pratik's child. By the end of Mayuri's pregnancy, we got acquainted with each others wives. Pratik connected with Mayuri at a physical level and I with Sneha at an emotional level. Sneha skillfully employed every talent that I possessed during that brief period. Although I had tasted every part of her body, she only graduated to stroking my cock and occasionally taking it in her mouth.

Mayuri continued her sex with Pratik into the last month of her pregnancy. She couldn't engage in prolonged sessions but encouraged him to take her sideways. My sessions with her were limited to orally pleasing her. It was only befitting that her water tube broke while was humping her.

Our first child was healthy despite her mother's overzealous sexual life during pregnancy. She borrowed characteristics of both Mayuri and Shrini. Just like Mayuri, she was very fair; something that would definitely please my in-laws. Not much could be said about the subsequent ones though. However, judging from Sneha's girl, I guessed, they may not be disappointed.

It was Mayuri's turn to get occupied with a newborn and surprisingly her night excursions dramatically reduced. In fact, her frequency fell to almost once or twice a week, compared to eight or nine times a week. It didn't affect Pratik as his wife reciprocated more during this phase. This, however, left me in a quandary. Not possessing Mayuri's libido, Sneha showed no interest in me after receiving her regular dosage of sex from Pratik. All the talk about Mayuri starting right away after delivering our first child evaporated in front of my eyes. In India, Dolly had entered seventh month of pregnancy. The distance between the three pregnancies were roughly three months. I wondered who would get pregnant again. I believed Shrini would certainly fill in the void for Pratik & I, just as Pratik did it for him.

In the second month, Mayuri made it clear that there was no intercourse for me until she conceived from Pratik. She intended to reserve her vagina for him until his seed took root in her. It was clear she didn't want to delay but the big question was when her periods would commence. She devised a two-pronged plan to expedite that. First, she entrusted her breastfeeding duty to Sneha from the third month onwards. Second, she intended to enlist my services to increase her libido, which had nose-dived after delivering our daughter.

Second part of the plan was far more insidious. Yet, it lead to the most intimate moments of ours under Pratik's roof. Mayuri wasn't quite ready to initiate her dalliance with Pratik as enduring an episode with him required intense desire to procreate and ultra strong libido. Former was never an issue but the later had become an issue due to her motherly instincts. Intercourse, with me, was clearly out of question but her plan was even more treacherous.

Turning away Pratik during this phase was weighing on her mind but she insisted that it was time to bond with the father of her child before yet another stallion impregnated her. Pratik didn't take much interest in Mayuri during this phase; perhaps this was an understanding he had with both Sneha and Mayuri. Now to the plan. Mayuri believed that her periods would commence if she was aroused consistently for prolonged periods of time. This duty was relegated to me. It was nothing out of ordinary but her conditions made it unique.

First, the normal acts during foreplay were shunned. That is she didn't allow kissing on the mouth; no playing with her breasts or squeezing them; no massaging of vagina from over the dress. Anything that could artificially stimulate her.

Second, the more intimate acts were forbidden as well. That is no undressing; no sucking on breasts; no fingering of vagina; no licking her vagina.

Finally, the forbidden acts mentioned were allowed only if Mayuri desired so and only when she was sufficiently aroused.

The frugality of her conditions made me strive for her attention even more. The next two months, I spent most of my nights coercing her to award me the very acts that I rightfully deserved. First few days, in fact weeks, were trying periods. Nothing much transpired apart from hugging her tightly and grinding my pelvis against her butt. Soon, I started relishing the intimacy with her. It offered me a different perspective. I became intimately aware of her body structure, her erogenous zones, her leaking breasts, and her velvety stomach folds. Her body odor filled my nostrils and her mildly stale breath midway during the night became appealing. The modus operandi was simple. Hugging and gently stroking with hands were perhaps the only conditions allowed. Every night, well over two-three hours were spent lying next to her, hugging her tightly, and nuzzling her neck. Taking liberty, sometimes, I would stroke her butt and her sensitive stomach. She allowed gently grazing hands over her breasts as long as it was done sparingly and hands didn't linger long over them.

As mentioned, I spent whole nights restless, switching on and off trying my luck. Our sleep cycles were punctuated with these events throughout the night as I listlessly switched between my state of slumber and arousal. Eventually, she allowed dry humping but only after having tested my patience and desperation. My happiness knew no bounds when she lied on her stomach and let me hump her from behind - obviously without any penetration. However, the cloth between our genitals wasn't much of hindrance, given the context of that period.

The reader might wonder the utility of these antiques but they actually fuelled my desire for her. Never earlier did we spend three hours in each others arms without actually kissing. And even our sessions rarely stretched beyond an hour. This intense yearning grew each passing day. In the third week, she relented and finally offered her lips in the wee hours. My greed knew no bounds as I ravished her lips, completely disregarding our stale breaths. Neither did Mayuri hesitate as she passionately kissed me, teaching me in the process how she kissed Pratik with his foul morning breath. Needless to mention that we spent well over an hour kissing each other. Kissing was the main activity we indulged in that two month period. I wouldn't be exaggerating if I said we kissed for well over hundred and fifty hours during the two month period. This simple act of exchanging saliva worked wonders as it satisfied my appetite during those miserly days. Ejaculating was still left to me when finally towards the end of second month, she stroked my penis ever so lightly to prolong ejaculation well into the morning hours. Was it any surprise that in the fourth month her periods resumed? Her body had also returned back to much compact shape but her waist that was quite proportional to her shoulders remained widened a little. The scars below her navel didn't quite vanish, and didn't seem they would vanish, but she seemed to have recovered from her pregnancy. Her dimensions grew by a size and she looked very much like a young Sneha, when we met her the first time in the US.

After delivering our child, she didn't let me see her vagina. She was afraid that it had become ugly, much loose and wouldn't regain back its original shape. She mocked about how it was better to not dip my penis into it until it became tighter as I would be embarrassed to know of my deficiencies. In the fourth month, she returned to her original ways and had me eat her pussy most of the time. The toughest test of my life as a cuckold had come near. She wanted me to be present at the time of conception and wanted it to be an open affair unlike the last time when Shrini was unaware of my presence. Nothing happened during the fourth month, even though officially her periods had commenced. Perhaps she was waiting for an opportune time or she had no intention to enact this part of her fantasy. The false sense of security that I had developed finally got shattered one night.

It didn't occur to me that she had already entered her fertile phase for the next month. Quite unaware, deep in my slumber, I got woken by Mayuri's hand that was massaging my pecker. Still drowsy, my mind grappled with what happened to me.

Faint whispers hit my ear and I realized that I wasn't dreaming. Mayuri was whispering to someone - most likely Pratik. The sudden creaking of the bed finally informed me that my courage would be tested.

"Didn't think you would come," whispered Mayuri.

"Hmm..." moaned Mayuri. There was rustling of bed sheets as she scooted in the bed to make space for him. Her hands had receded to lovingly hold her lover in her marital bed. My heart was thumping away as I lay motionlessly right next to them in the dark bedroom. Glancing towards the clock, I realized that it was about 3:00 in the morning. The darkness offered some solitude; it was fairly dark as the curtains were closed.

[Ramesh_Rocky]

Mayuri moaned as her lips parted to welcome his kiss. My eyes could make out their silhouettes in the dark. She was on her back and Pratik was on her top, perhaps with part of his torso next to hers. It was a languid kiss bereft of any excitement that is unusual to such circumstances. I wondered if Mayuri and Pratik had rehearsed for the event. It was a long kiss but I thought it was my mind playing tricks with me; only looking at the clock confirmed that it lasted almost three months.


"You are incorrigible," she whispered breaking the kiss.

"But I love it this way," she added, and adjusting herself, against latched onto his lips. Her hand again found its way back to my pecker that was pointing to the roof. Instead of grasping my penis, her hand slid to my testicles and massaged them, with one finger nudging my anus. She was clearly enjoying my humiliation and conveyed that by painfully squeezing my scrotum. Whether she was trying to wake me up or rejecting its contents wasn't clear to me. Her attention drifted between her lover and me for the next several minutes. The kissing, however, went on incessantly.

Fifteen minutes had passed since the ordeal began, when Pratik got up to undress himself. It was happening. There was no backing out. Mayuri rolled over and kissed me.

"Play along," she urged.

"Shed your inhibitions." Her lips quivered as she kissed me again before turning her attention to him.

What did she want me to do? This was more of her fantasy than mine. True, I intended to see her in another man's arms, but being so close to the action, forget about participating in it, was never my intention. Pratik kneeled on the bed, offering his penis to her. She positioned herself by resting on one of her elbows and kissed his manhood. It was dark to make out much apart from smacking sound of lips. She motioned me to come closer to her. Hesitantly, I lay next to her, kissing on her neck. His penis was only a few inches from my face and the pungent smell emanating from his pecker didn't escape my attention. Her hand moved to my pecker and played with as her soft mouth pleased him. She worshipped his penis for several minutes while I caressed her body and nuzzled into her neck often. Embolden by my willingness, she guided my hand to his penis and encouraged me to stroke it. It was the first time I touched another man's penis in my life. I had no affinity for it but admired the girth of his equipment in the darkness. Pratik must have realized but didn't react. It was twice as thick and quite a bit longer than mine. As I got accustomed to his manhood, Mayuri turned around kissed me full on my mouth. In the process, allowing me to taste his juices. While I stroked his penis, gently, she alternated her attention between his penis, sacs, and my mouth. She whispered, almost inaudibly, in my ears things such as, "Isn't it plentiful?" "Feel those sacs?"etc.

Satisfied with my actions, she finally whispered, "Prepare it for me." My heart skipped a beat when I interpreted her request. But her hand pushing my shoulder down confirmed that she wanted me to go down on her.

Nestled between her thighs, I prepared her for him. She relished my tongue while administering one of her exquisite blowjobs. After the birth of our daughter, she indeed had lost some of the elasticity, although she was working hard to regain it back. But I was pleased to learn that she found more than her match in Pratik. Mayuri played with my hair as she approached her first orgasm.

Pratik, getting tired of his position, moved to the other side of her and lay down next to her. She scooted herself closer to him, while urging me to continue her work. As my eyes adjusted to their new position, I noticed that they were in a tight embrace. She moaned continuously responding to my oral ministration. And soon her body convulsed, her legs tightly held my head in place, conveying that she was experiencing her first orgasm.

She sat up and kissed me on lips, whispering, "Thank you for your understanding." Pratik stood up and headed to the bathroom to relieve himself. When he was inside, she quickly asked, "What do you think of it?"

"It's sizeable," I responded.

"You should see it when he ejaculates," she excitedly added.

"Is he done?" I choked.

"Are you kidding?"

"He is only warmed up!"

"Don't turn on the lights," I pleaded.

"Don't worry, we are not there yet," she assured.

"Can you taste it on my lips?" she asked, kissing me. She played with me tongue, passing in copious amounts of her saliva.

We broke the kiss, sensing him returning back. He crashed next to her on the bed. She turned to him and kissed him. Her hand moved to his penis and stroked it. I sensed he had gone limp. Not wanting to be left out of action, I started kissing Mayuri's butt; she adjusted her position to allow me better access to her anus. She was mumbling sweet nothings to him, but it was very hard for me to hear. As time passed, she moved in closer and closer until practically straddled his penis. I retreated but used my hand instead to probe her. Several times, I felt his thick penis graze against my fingers and every time it did, I felt awestruck by the sheer size of it. I had seen pictures of it earlier but I never thought it would be so big. No wonder, Mayuri was completely smitten by it and playing a number one slut for him.

She turned her back to him and adjusted herself, aligning her body against his. I didn't know what she intended but when she tugged me, I knew, she wanted me to eat her. When my tongue found the hole, she seethed, "Umm... Sameer..."

She kissed him by turning around; essentially enjoying both our tongues at the same time. It seemed, she still continued her stroking and perhaps he wasn't completely ready or that she needed to humiliate me one more time before he shafted her. She was enjoying it immensely and with each passing moment, the distance between them was reducing, until finally I found something gently probing my lips. The thick knob slid past my lips a few times. It was time, I thought and decided to retreat but Mayuri kept her hand on my head, urging me to continue.

She wanted me to taste it. The thing that gave her immense pleasure. The thing that had been object of her obsession. As I had mentioned earlier, I was only attracted towards watching it pierce her lips. Beyond that it was purely Mayuri's fantasy. Mayuri having indulged me on several occasions, I felt obliged. My head was located more on her clit and his penis would only reach till there, so she pushed me further south, so that more contact between his penis my lips was possible. Eventually, it wasn't long before she guided his whole knob between my lips; technically my lips were still glued to her vagina, his were simply penetrating it, not really entering my mouth.

For the next ten minutes, she played with his penis in that position, allowing it to just penetrate her vagina and then guide it more into my mouth. It was culmination of her perverse fantasy as she fed his penis little by little into my mouth. Towards the end she had me close my lips on his crown and use my tongue on it. It was intensely humiliating and even to this date, I detest having done it. However, I still remember it is only after the act that I hate it not while doing it. Mayuri had a knack of coercing me into these things. Through the ten minute ordeal, it must have been hardly a minute when I pleasured his penis actually but she made sure I crossed the chasm.

She, however, wasn't done. She straddled me and got on all her fours, preparing herself for the next phase. Pratik got up and took his position behind her and it dawned on me that I was on a joyride of my life. Her I was pleasing my wife while she tried to conceive from this stud. Not only that but she also made sure I pleased, at least cursorily, the specimen that enamored her.

Mayuri guided her position so that more her lower pussy was on top of my mouth. This brought me perilously close to his penis, must more than in the earlier position. She took his penis and guided to her vagina but instead of inserting them inside, she rubbed it across, essentially rubbing it on my lips. And then in a brazen act of hers, she slapped his penis against her vulva, as a consequence slapping it across my face as well. The more time, I spent around his penis, the more it captivated me. No I am not gay. The more I admired it and the more I wanted it to be solely reserved for my wife. The more I wanted her to be pleasured by it. There was something animalistic about his penis. As I guided it to her hole, I understood what she was up against. To think of it, she had already accommodated this enormous penis inside her anal opening. Even, I could wrap around my thumb and index finger around his penis and it was as long as my palm.

[Ramesh_Rocky]

The steady rhythm followed. Pratik was not only well endowed but also knew how to pleasure a woman. For the next fifteen minutes he ploughed her from behind. Mayuri was in heaven as her moans confirmed. Due to the stable nature of that phase, I too got involved and pleasured her with my tongue wholeheartedly, essentially doubling her pleasure.


Her body started convulsing again and she moved her hand to massage her clit; confirming that she was approaching her second one. Towards the end her grunts became louder and her body went limp. Pratik too was nearing his crescendo and he picked up his tempo. She supported herself on her elbows and faced the brunt of his fucking. It was very fast paced but didn't last longer than two minutes. Several grunts from Pratik confirmed that he was unloading his precious semen inside her. He fell on top of her, who transferred a lot of weight on me in the process. She held him in place and massaged his balls, urging them to release more of his baby making sperm.

Few moments later, his shrunken penis flopped out, dripping his semen on my face. He crashed on the bed trying to catch his breath. Mayuri was too exhausted to react. She just lay their calmly her pelvis on top of my mouth as his copious cum dripped into my eager mouth. After about a minute or so, she lowered her pelvis onto my mouth and let me soothe her ravaged pussy. Needless to mention, her pussy was a gaping hole now, and even that darkness, I could clearly sense that. I really wondered if she would be able to feel me if I tried to mount her at this point. She adjusted her position, so that she could fellate him while feeding me his cum.

She didn't waste too much time and moved up to lay against him and hugged him lovingly.

"Nine more months," she exhaled.

Ignoring me, they slept blissfully. I retreated from the master bedroom as I felt too uncomfortable lying inside next both of them. However, Pratik hadn't even tried to talk to me or say anything insulting. This session was etched in my mind and for once, I really wanted Mayuri to be his mistress for life. I couldn't get much sleep as I tossed and turned on the couch kept outside the master bedroom but they slept blissfully. Early in the morning, Mayuri woke me up. She was playing with my pecker that was painfully in taut condition the whole night. She chuckled at my predicament and kissed me passionately while her lover slept inside. She had freshened up for her morning session as revealed by her minty breath.

"Thanks for being such an understanding lover," she whispered.

"You were brave," she said.

"This was the best session of my life!"

"And it was all because of you," she added, kissing me again.

"Why?" I asked curiously.

"I had always fantasized, you taking my lover's penis in your mouth, to prep it for the encounter."

"Which, you did," she said, and added, "for a few fleeting moments."

"And I really wanted you to guide him into me."

"I am indebted," she exhaled.

"Did you like it?" she asked.

"Yes," I exhaled, "but not because I was so close to his penis."

She laughed playfully.

"This was a one-off," she assured, "we won't get this closer again."

"What fascinated you the most," she asked.

"Honestly?" I asked. She looked puzzled. Encouraged by her nodding, I blurted, "His penis."

She looked at me crossly.

"Not the way one would think."

"I think, you made an excellent choice."

"There is no doubt he could fill you even after you have delivered three children!"

"Beyond any doubt." She agreed.

As I sifted under her, aligning my stiff erection against her wedges of pelvis, she said, "You still have to wait."

"I need to attend to my lover."

"You are going to put your tongue in his foul mouth?" I quizzed her.

"With what he has, you shouldn't be surprised if put my tongue in his foul asshole," she retorted.

"Lest you wonder, you may see for yourself what my morning sessions are like."

She left me high and dry again but it seemed to keep my interest alive in eavesdropping on her. The door to the master bedroom was right across and it was still very dark outside. She had switched on the bedside light and kept the door slightly ajar. It was easy to peep into the bedroom and spy on them through the dresser mirror. She slept onto the other side of him, so that she wouldn't block my view. Very soon, she nuzzled into him as her hand slid inside his pajamas. Pratik was still asleep but it required only a little coercion from her before he moved. She showered his face with small kisses, eventually homing on his lips. Her kisses became wetter as she pursed her lips on his.

Just as she had explained, the sloth hardly moved, requiring her to shower all her attention. Perhaps, this was the trait that excited her the most. After all, as the alpha male, he had the breeding rights and he knew that the women under the roof came to him when it was time.

She kissed him passionately and slowly the sloth was returning her kisses. She hungrily slithering her tongue into his foul mouth. The bulge down confirmed that he was responding. Noticing the watch confirmed that Mayuri had spent well over ten minutes eliciting his interest in her. All along inhaling his foul breath but only responding with her sensuous kisses.

She then moved southwards, yanking off his pajamas and revealing his gigantic penis once again. My resolve was once again reaffirmed as I abjectly surrendered my husbandly rights to this marvelous specimen of his. Giving only a cursory lick to his penis, she instead focused on his asshole. He lay on his side with her head wedged between his legs, focusing on his anal opening. Any doubts about her fascination for him were dispelled then as she spent a good ten minutes simply tonguing his anus.

It was only then the sloth woke up to mount her in missionary position. And then did he plough her? To my utter disbelief I found him ploughing her for the next thirty minutes. No, it wasn't fast, but neither was it slow. It was a good mixture of the two but the proof was in Mayuri's moaning. They kissed throughout the intercourse and I often heard her moans muffled by their kisses. Soon after depositing his semen, Pratik retired to his guest bedroom. Allowing me yet another chance to make out with my wife. After having pleased her by soothing her pussy, she returned the favor by giving me a blow job but it didn't last long as the moment she inserted her finger into my anus, I unloaded into her mouth. She lovingly sucked all the cum and looked at me with disapproval.

"Even Vinil last's longer than this," she complained, swallowing the semen.

He had a blank check from her; so the farther she was from him, the better it was for us. Fortunately, he had very low sperm count as Mayuri had offered him bareback rides whenever he desired.

Later on, as we lay there in each others arms, she confessed her love for me once again. She knew that the only aspects I had enjoyed were watching them from very close quarters and to some extent eating his creampie. The rest was mostly for her pleasure. She admitted that combination of my tongue with his penis were quite potent and intended to repeat someday if I was willing.

She became pregnant with his child that very same month. Her affair with him returned to normalcy and she made out with him alone as she did in the past. We rarely indulged in that sort of threesome; although a few times we did make out with Mayuri together like a regular threesome with both men lavishing atte ntion on one woman. Three other times, during that pregnancy, Mayuri urged me to be subservient during a threesome and made me do such things as sucking his balls and his knob during their act of intercourse. Those were ephemeral events but in her mind they always stood out. Again, it was always done to please Mayuri. It never seemed that Pratik enjoyed them; he only tolerated it, perhaps to humiliate me in the bedroom.

[Ramesh_Rocky]

Mayuri had two fulfilling years at his place. She delivered our second daughter in the seventeenth month of our stay at his place. And conceived our son in the twenty-first month of our stay. Essentially, before her twenty-eighth birthday she was a mother of three children with her first conception during her twenty-fifth birthday. It was an incredible feat for a career oriented woman who didn't want to enter the family way until she was past her thirties. Just like their mother, both the kids were fair and good looking; so my apprehensions were unwarranted.


As the years progressed, the ploy of the ladies became clear to me. Not happy with their monotonous - and more importantly, monogamous lives - they conspired to embrace a promiscuous lifestyle. It was Rohini, of course who initiated the process of debauchery.

None of them wanted scandals, so they intended to keep it between the four families. However, novelty only went so far. Rohini had to add that twist; after all she had been cuckolding Shrini all those years. The gullible women - namely Dolly and Mayuri - had to embrace their fate. Rohini planted the seeds in their mind that some men - not all - actually liked it when their wives indulged in such extramarital activities.

It wasn't clear why Mayuri seemed to be the center of this new universe - perhaps it was her age, perhaps it was her beauty, perhaps it was her libido but she was crowned the queen. Later she showed that she absolutely deserve d the title. Part of Rohini's reasoning was that the men would naturally flock to her and hence she had to offer special privileges to these men. The ploy worked, excellently, as I fell for Rohini's ploy on that movie night and Rohini very adroitly conveyed this to her before even the movie started. In some sense, Rohini had convinced Mayuri that with me as her husband, she could live this lifestyle to the fullest extent. Several episodes, events reinforced this over and over. Eventually, nature took its course and it wasn't long before she desired to be impregnated by these men instead of her husband. To a certain extent, she actually believed, this is what I would have desired as well.

Dolly was a slightly different story. Vinil was indeed low on sperm count. Her plight was understandable but she did have the same cuckolding tendencies. It was just that Vinil wasn't much of a cuckold. It was only Mayuri who could live this lifestyle to the fullest. She was indeed privileged in this regard. She was gorgeous, very young, adventurous, and was blessed with a husband like me, who always wanted to reserve the very best for her. Dolly on the other hand wasn't even as willing and adventurous as Mayuri was. Neither did she like kissing Pratik, especially with his morning breath, nor did she like to spend hours fellating them. Mayuri aced the tests on every dimension.

It is clear that Pratik was the top alpha male in the group but somehow it was Shrini who first made it with Mayuri. I am still unclear why Rohini did it this way and whether Mayuri knew right at the outset that Pratik was a much potent option. It seemed to me that since Shrini had always been surrendering his rights to Pratik, it was only right for him to have a first go at Mayuri. Rohini's miscarriage only solidified this and he impregnated Mayuri before him. Mayuri claimed that the sex with Shrini was electrifying but it was mostly because of the novelty. With Pratik, it was heavenly. The frequency was much less with Pratik but it was immensely satisfying as Pratik loved being inside her most of the time. Shrini was adventurous but in retrospect she preferred Pratik over Shrini.

Just like any cuckold, my graduation took several steps. Allowing my wife to date another man. Allowing her to experiment with them. Essentially, persuading her to consider another man. Often very subtly reducing the frequency of sex with her and reacting to her fantasies or verbal foreplay. Showing her the consideration when she needed the most. Such as allowing, actually encouraging, her to mate with her lover before me or sometimes at the expense of me. Showing the indifference, first, for the state of her pussy or mouth - as to where they had been - and then, later, getting fascinated by that state. All of this culminating in her impregnation by the two alpha males.

As the prominent alpha male, Pratik impregnated all the women in the group, except for Rohini. She conceived from him multiple times but miscarried. Shrini as the next in line impregnated two women from the group. And I as the beta male, sneaked in a chance with Sneha. We had three children, one fathered by Shrini and the rest by Pratik. Dolly's first conception was from Pratik, instead of me, but it only seems fair in retrospect now. She had three children, one fathered by Shrini and the rest by Pratik. Sneha too had three, one fathered by me and the rest two by her husband. The hierarchy was clear as Pratik stood at the top with the count of 6, Shrini a distant second with 2, and me salvaging a meagerly 1.

As per the plan, we returned from Denver after about 2 and half years stay. Mayuri spent the next several years raising our children and those were indeed the most challenging days as we hardly got time for each other. She immediately went on pill and shunned the thoughts of having yet another child. About once a month, Pratik would visit and spend a week working from the local office . It wasn't as electric as it used to but there were times when they would indulge in twice or thrice every night. She showed no inclination of getting pregnant again, even though Pratik often tried to convince her. Apart from those special weeks, our life was mundane for five years until the youngest one went to college.

A few times, Shrini and Rohini visited us and we did re-live some of our old days but mostly it was plain. She started her work when our youngest went to college. She worked from home most of the days, which she did most of those five years but it was far infrequent. One of those days, after she had started working full time, I happened to ask, if the black partner from her firm still piqued her interest. She smiled. We understood each other.

After the lull of daily chores and raising children, we were entering the second phase of our marriage. She was nearing her thirty-five and to some extent she had lost her interest in Pratik. The visits were very infrequent and it seemed she longed for novelty yet again. Mayuri had regained her shape and was in her pristine form, almost resembling her younger self. All the hard work with my firm had made us affluent and work didn't warrant as much attention.

Not much was said. Within a couple of months, she broke the news that her black partner, after a wait of ten years, mounted her. He was about the same age as Pratik, around forty-six then. While not very athletic, he took good care of himself and was still attractive as per Mayuri. About twice a week, they got together and she pleasured him to his hearts content. Pretty soon, she got her tubes tied, to allow for more sexual freedom with him. He was almost the same size as Pratik but a little shorter, however with a little bit of hyperactivity in the bed. Naturally, she preferred a session with him over me, even though he was much older than me. He has been discrete and she reciprocated with a fervor that he never imagined. He is her current steady lover. However, age is catching up with him fast, so she may have to consider yet another in a few years time.

On the family front, not a single soul suspects of anything. Neither do our relatives wonder about the dis-similarities between our children and why none of them resembles me.

Today, when we reflect back on our lifestyle decisions, we don't regret them. In fact, Mayuri several times admitted it would have been much better had Pratik & Shrini imposed on her as soon as she had landed in the US. Her libido was much higher and the close proximity with all the friends those days would have provided her far more opportunities. Just imagining, Pratik mounting her in the first month after our marriage gave her the shivers. How to raise so many children could have been a problem? But then, we are very well to do now.

Instead of indulging in every detail, we thought, this would be a good place to put an end to this story. We had graduated with flying colors on this journey. Mayuri's very own words were a testament to this, "If I had a chance to be born again, I would choose only you as my husband."

"There are plenty with a long and thick dick," she added, "but it is only husbands like you who allow their wives to play with them and gladly suffer the consequences."

   

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