Adultery Cuckolded by Disgusting Neighbor by vyasya

[Ramesh_Rocky]

Story :- Cuckolded by Disgusting Neighbor

Written by vyasya

[Ramesh_Rocky]

Cuckolded by Disgusting Neighbor Ch. 01


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


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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Whatever you say," I replied without hesitating.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"You are incorrigible!"

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

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

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

Finally, she was talking now.

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

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

"Years?" I was surprised to hear this.

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

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

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Cuckolded by Disgusting Neighbor Ch. 02

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


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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Why do you ask?"

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

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

"What do you want to talk in particular?"

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

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

"Okay..."

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

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

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


"And?"

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

"Why not?"

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

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

"Why what's wrong with him?"

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

"So?"

"He is so ugly!"

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

"But?"

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

"How?"

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

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

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

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

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

It looked like she had thought over very carefully.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Cuckolded by Disgusting Neighbor Ch. 03


This is a continuation of Chapter 2. Please read Chapter 1 and 2 before you go through this.


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

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

"Several times," replied Kishanchanji

"Are you proud of it?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"And that means I have to be selective!"

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

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

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

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

"Married women?"

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

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

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

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

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

"Means?"

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

"Obviously Women!"

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

"I see."

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

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

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

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

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

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

"What about yourself, he asked?"

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

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

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

"That's it?" he exclaimed

"Why? What happened?"

"A beauty like you deserves a lot more!"

"Like what?"

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

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

"Are you happy with this frequency?"

"What do you mean?"

"Would you like to do it more often?"

"I never thought about it"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Yes!"

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

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

"So what are you trying to say?"

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

"So?"

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

"Ha"

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

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

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

"NO!"

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

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

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

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"What?" she asked in a confused tone.


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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Definitely!" Kishanchanji said emphatically

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

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

"Where did you get all these ideas?"

"I read a lot!"

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

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

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

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

"So does that convince you?"

"NO!"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Cuckolded by Disgusting Neighbor Ch. 04


Continued from Chapter 3. Please read earlier chapters to get the context.


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Manisha came upstairs to clean up and make herself presentable. I had moved into the bed very smartly and woke up as soon as she got out of washroom.

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Did you enjoy last nights session?"

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

"How was it?" I asked her again.

"How long were you there?" she asked me

"Where?"

"From where you sneaked a peek?"

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

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

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

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

"About what? About diversifying your genetic pool?"

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

"And you bought that argument?" I asked.

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

"And are you considering it?" I asked

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

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

"Which one?"

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

"Obviously," she added after a second.

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

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

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

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

"Did it live up to your fantasies?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Why?" she asked

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

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

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


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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"So, what is the plan?" I asked

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Easy Vinit!"

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

"He did!" I exclaimed.

"All evening he was latched onto my breasts."

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

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

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

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

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

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

"When did he leave?" I asked

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

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

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

"So, he left just like that?"

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

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

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

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

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

She blushed hearing about her first extramarital intercourse with Kishanchanji.

"It was good," she responded coyly.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"No please don't"

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

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

"What?"

"Going down on you of course"

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

"He did, right?"

"Yes!" he exclaimed

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

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

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

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

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

"Did you let him penetrate you?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Why?"

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

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

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

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

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

"What?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Yes he was."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Cuckolded by Disgusting Neighbor Ch. 05


Continued from Chapter 4. Please read earlier chapters to get the context.


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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


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

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

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

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

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

"They commenced last month," she responded calmly.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"I never realized that," she said

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

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

"Means?"

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

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

"But those are the similarities?" I retorted.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Amirchanji is obviously attractive," she justified

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

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

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

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

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

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

"It is not just his dark complexion."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


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

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

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

"Ekes!" she screamed.

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

"His breath is fine!"

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

"You serious?"

"Of course!"

"What do you think?"

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

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

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

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

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

"Why?"

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

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

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

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

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

"Why?"

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

"How do you know?"

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

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

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

"About Amirchanji it is still a strong hunch.

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

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

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

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

"And?" she asked looking into my eyes.

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

"Really?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Moreover, I was already into the action."

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

"Oh Yes!"

"It was fabulous – my first extramarital rendezvous!"

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

"Only the next day when you mentioned it."

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

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

"But Kishanchanji wanted to continue."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"He wasn't completely hard, though."

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

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

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

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

"Perhaps.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


"And then I got into the act completely."

"You went overboard in pleasuring him!"

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

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

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

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

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

"A slut for him!"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"It just happened.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Come on, I asked first."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"And for me!"

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

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

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

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

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

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

Manisha smiled to that remark of mine.

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Cuckolded by Disgusting Neighbor Ch. 06


Continued from Chapter 5; please read earlier chapters to get the context.


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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"How come you are here?"

"You were supposed to come only on Sunday!"

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

"Stop It!" Manisha said gritting her teeth

"DON'T"

"Vinit is right there"

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

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

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

"What is this?"

"A Gift!"

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

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

"Don't open it"

"Let me see"

"Just wear it and show it to me."

"Now"

"Yes Now!"

"Wear that and come here to relieve me!"

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

"Are you crazy?"

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

"I don't care!"

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

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

"Oh Kishanchanji!" she whispered, "You are so impatient."

"The whole of afternoon and evening is ours."

"Until then have patience!"

I interrupted their amorous foreplay by asking for tea. To which Kishanchanji quickly asked her to put on the gift that he brought for her. Kishanchanji got two cups of tea for both of us.

Manisha took sometime to descend the stairs again. I needed to make some adjustments to show case door to witness the happenings in the kitchen. I was sure they would go in for another round of petting and this time around Kishanchanji might take some unwarranted liberties. I was not sure if Manisha would have the courage to go through with it in my presence. It didn't take long for me to find out, though.

Kishanchanji received a phone call as all this was going through my mind and he excused himself saying that he would return in about 10 minutes. Meanwhile, Manisha descended the stairs as soon as Kishanchanji locked the door behind him.

"Where has Kishanchanji gone?" she asked me. I noticed that she prepared herself well for her morning session with Kishanchanji. She had taken shower and was in her favorite bathrobe now. Kishanchanji might have gifted some kind of lingerie. She came to me and sat astride me on the sofa. I could smell her fresh breath and fragrance of her new shampoo.

She leaned in and gave me a very hot kiss. It was the hottest kiss I ever received from her; or was it my mind making me feel that way. Anyway, the kiss was a leisurely one and did last for a long while. Breaking her kiss she whispered to me in her rather sultry voice, "Kishanchanji wants to take a few liberties with your wife in the kitchen."

"What?" I asked.

"He has bought a very nice gift for me and is expecting something in return."

"Really?" I blurted out feigning ignorance of the events that had transpired a few minutes back.

"Yes, the gifts are lovely and I feel obliged to return the favor."

"Gifts?"

"Yes, there is more than one."

"I hope you don't mind me accepting them."

"Don't you think it is going too far?"

"Yes. But you wanted me to go that far. Isn't it?"

"We already have gone too far by allowing him to have sex with me. Isn't it?"

"Honey but I don't want you to get emotionally involved with him."

"How could I have sex without having any kind of attachment with a person?"

"Honey that would jeopardize our relationship," I pleaded.

"Not really. In fact, bringing him in our life has actually reinforced our love for each other."

"We are spending more quality time with each other and also having a lot more sex than we used to," she justified.

It was true that we had drawn a lot more closer in the last 3 months every since she agreed to experiment with extramarital sex. We had a lot more sessions in the bedroom and truly loved each other's company. In particular, I was drawn more to my wife, perhaps, by the fear of losing her to somebody else.

"But honey?" I again interjected her out of sheer frustration not being able to reason with her.

"Kishanchanji is lonely and he needs company not just in bed but in his life."

"And hence he is just trying to develop that friendship with me."

"What is the harm in that?" she argued.

"Honey you are half his age; he better try befriending someone of his age," I reasoned.

"If I am able to satisfy him in the bed, I don't see why I can't do so in his life," she said confidently.

"What if our love suffers as a consequence of that?" I asked earnestly looking into her eyes. My harried state revealed my frustration and my insecurities. She very sternly looked into my eyes and said, "I would never stop loving you!"

"No relationship is more important to me than ours."

"Do you understand that?" she said looking into my eyes.

"Now, I am living your fantasy for you. You might as well give me some freedom to play the way I want to."

"Am I asking too much?" she asked almost threatening to back out of the deal if I didn't play along.

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"No," was my reluctant response.

"Then I hope you don't mind him taking a few liberties with your wife, right?" she asked me playfully.

"What kind of liberties?"

"I don't know. Why don't you ask him?" she shot back.

"Does it matter?" she asked in a saner tone after a brief pause.

I didn't have an immediate answer to her question but I wasn't sure what that lecher had in mind. If it was only having sex in the kitchen then it wouldn't be so bad but what if he wanted some unwarranted favors. Now, I couldn't think of what he might have in mind but knew that he was too smart to just ask for sex this morning. He had been getting that, anyway. Gathering some courage I put forward my concerns to my lovely wife who was so eager to offer those liberties to her newfound lover, "What if he asks for some kind of a special privilege?"

"What privilege?" she asked intrigued with my question.

"I don't know."

"Something that we wouldn't to grant him," I said shrugging my shoulders.

"I don't think there is anything to lose. He has already slept with me more than a few times and our secret is with him now. If he wanted anything then he can even blackmail us," she said playing down my doubts.

"He is hell bent on impregnating you. What if he asks for that?" I blurted out my deepest concern.

"Oh stop it! Don't be so insecure," she almost screamed.

"If he wanted to impregnate me, he could have done so by banging me or even by blackmailing us," she added.

"I brought this up with you since I was not sure what he would have in mind and what kind of liberties he might ask," she said calmly.

"Now promise me that you would accept my decision on this. Let me take a call on whether it would jeopardize our relationship or not."

"You are unnecessarily concerned about innocuous things. So, please be patient and leave it to me."

"Just trust me," she said looking deeply into my eyes. I nodded agreeing with her decision.

"So, I ask you one last time," she said, "You have no objections to Kishanchanji taking liberties with me." I again reluctantly nodded.

"Honey, I am really in a hot mood. I wish Kishanchanji could have gone for couple of hours so that we could have had some hot, raunchy sex," she said leaning into me for another kiss. She did seem very hot and would have ravished me if we had more time. But Kishanchanji was supposed to return any minute and we didn't enough time to even go in for a quickie. Or did she want to keep herself clean for him?

I had started to think negatively ever since the episode with Kishanchanji had started. Forgetting, that she had expressed desire to make love with me just now. How could I even doubt her ever after hearing this?

Kishanchanji was back as we heard the bell ring. She quickly got up and said, "Fetch him, while I freshen up a bit for him."

"Btw, please leave for office as soon as the match is over and give me some privacy," she added with a lovely smile as she headed towards the washroom.

Hearing that my negative thoughts started again! She wanted to be fresh for him. But she just had a shower – did she want wash off remnants of our kiss? She never bothered to do that before she came to kiss me, especially after having kissed Kishanchanji?

I let Kishanchanji in and he soon joined me on the sofa. The match was getting very interesting but his mind was more on where Manisha was and he asked, "Where is Manisha?"

Before I could reply we both heard Manisha say, "I am preparing breakfast what would you folks like?"

"Oh why am I asking? I have soaked Dal for Idli and Chatni," she answered her question in no time.

"But this is going to take some time," she said to herself.

"Kishanchanji you wouldn't mind helping me. Now, would you?" she asked him in her sexy voice.

"No not at all," saying that he moved to the kitchen. The phone was still on and I could hear the conversation. In between, I had kept the show case door a bit ajar so that I could see their reflection while they were facing the window. No sooner did he reach the kitchen he asked her, "Show me?"

"What?"

"My gift you are wearing."

"You are so confident that I would wear it."

"I was hoping you would," Kishanchanji said. For once the arrogance in his voice was missing.

"I believe there were conditions attached with wearing them," she said playfully and turned towards the mixer that she had place right opposite the window. Seems that Kishanchanji had forwarded a small note along with the gift stipulating the conditions under which she should be accepting the gift, confirming my worst doubts.

"Yes, there were and I was sure that you wouldn't mind them," saying that Kishanchanji had moved towards her holding her lovingly from behind as she was working on preparing Chatni for the Idli's. Both of them were carrying on their romance right in front of the window completely ignoring my presence. I couldn't very clearly see them in the mirror but they were nevertheless visible.

"How could you be so sure?" she said looking sideways to him. "Apart from such an outrageous condition you had three more conditions that weren't mentioned," she added.

"What is outrageous about it?" he said rationalizing his demand gently playing with her glowing arms.

"We are anyway sort of leading that lifestyle. This is just formalizing it," he said nuzzling into her neck, perhaps giving small pecks.

"Still I am already married. How could I take on another husband?"

"Oh stop it! Keep some distance. Vinit might catch us," she said; her voice full of pretence.

"What did you have in mind anyway?" she asked shooing him away.

"Are you accepting my proposal then?"

"Let me see if you are wearing the dress or not," saying that Kishanchanji tried to sneak his arm into her dress.

"Behave yourself!" she said pushing his hand away and gave him a stern look. It sounded more of mock to me than real.

"I can't accept your proposal unless you let me know the other three conditions."

"You got to trust me," he said again encircling her from behind and trying to cajole her to accept him as her husband. "The rest three conditions are nothing but logical consequences of your acceptance of me as your husband," he said playfully.

"And what may that be," she immediately shot back but then held her words for a brief pause before she added, "bearing your children?"

Hearing this he burst out into laughter, which was loud enough for me to turn back and ask them to share the joke with me. However, they ignored me with a casual remark that it was nothing and got back to their romance. I was glad that Manisha was concerned about it and brought it up at the right moment with him.

"You got me wrong!" he said

"I have never cheated when it comes to impregnating women. They voluntarily opt for my much superior genes!" he said proudly.

"What if I accept the proposal?" asked Manisha in calm and composed manner.

"Then we finish the ritual of putting the ring on your finger."

"And pronounce ourselves as husband wife right here!" he said ecstatically.

"And what about the other three conditions?" Manisha asked in her innocent voice wondering when he would let the cat out of the bag.

"I would pronounce those three conditions and you would accept them by saying "I do" and then we share a kiss to punctuate the proceedings," he said in a merry tone as if they would live happily ever after.

"Is it all hunky-dory as it sounds?" she asked still doubting his intentions.

"You better believe it!" he said very confidently.

"I think you are up with some pranks," she said not trusting Kishanchanji.

"Well, the conditions are out-of-the-ordinary; I have to admit!" he let the cat out of the bag. "But," he added, "Your acceptance of them would prove that you accepted me as your husband, whole-heartedly."

I could see that Manisha was concerned now as she separated from him and paused to think it over.

"I can assure you that the conditions wouldn't jeopardize your marriage," he said as Manisha pondered over the possibilities of his proposition.

"They are just meant to test your dutifulness towards me," he added.

"You are free to call it off if any of the conditions is unacceptable to you."

"But do remember that would be an end to our relationship," he further added. Although, the sentence sounded like an ultimatum but the tone wasn't intimidating at all.

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"Can't we do it in the afternoon?" she said perhaps wanting to buy some time and the reasoned, "I am not even dressed for it."


"That's the point!" he said emphatically and added, "We consummate our wedding right here after that. You don't need a dress."

"You are insane!" she said pondering over the possibility of getting caught, I guessed. She did have my blessing to have sex with him in the kitchen but she still balked at the idea of doing it in the kitchen with me just sitting a few feet away. I could guess that she preferred more freedom.

"By the time Idli and Chatni are ready, we would be done. Then why worry?" he said calmly.

"Vinit is busy with his match and his work," he said looking in my direction. I was pretending to be busy with my office work; composing mails on my laptop.

"Anyway, we would have enough time to cover our tracks before Vinit reaches the kitchen," he said further rationalizing his decision.

"You got the ring?" she asked.

Some of the excitement in her voice was missing as she dreaded the three conditions that could either end her relationship with him or perhaps take it the next level.

"Yes," he said ignoring the coldness in her voice.

"Two of them?"

"No. Just one for you."

"What about you?"

"I don't need to. It is the women who wear to show that they are already taken."

"You snob!" she cursed him. So, Kishanchanji just wanted Manisha to wear his tag. I don't know why Manisha couldn't see through his ploy. She was still in the game while I could sense the impending storm that could shatter our relationship. I had the urge to get up and interrupt the proceedings but somehow couldn't muster the courage to do so. I had to trust Manisha and let her make the decision. Anyway, that is what I wanted her to do right from the beginning – take things as per her wish rather than being directed by either one of us – Kishanchanji or me.

"Okay let's get through with it quickly!" she said. I could almost hear her heartbeats that were racing at a blistering pace and the eagerness in her voice that just wanted to go ahead the Nike way – "Just do it!"

"That means you are accepting the proposal?"

"YES" she let out in her breathlessness.

"You are already wearing the gift?" Kishanchanji asked the obvious.

"YES. Now come on don't waste time," she sounded almost short of breath.

"That means you had already accepted the proposal before you came down," he said playing with her sentiments.

"How does it matter now?" she asked in a frustrated tone.

"You do understand that accepting the proposal means accepting the three conditions, right?"

"Yes 'I do' and I also understand that if they are unacceptable then it is an end to our relationship," she said explaining his conditions.

I was surprised to her the "I do" phrase much before the vows being exchanged and so was Kishanchanji as he remarked, "You seem to be already practicing with the 'I dos'."

Manisha blushed hearing that comment of his, which made my heart skip a beat. She was getting into the action now. Perhaps she was looking forward to his three conditions, which would complete his proposition. I could see in the glass that she involuntarily stepped towards with her eyes lowered – as any Indian women would step towards her prospective husband.

Kishanchanji played the dual role of father and husband as he recited the vows, "Do you take Manisha as your lawfully wedded wife?" To which, he himself responded saying, "I do!"

Now Kishanchanji asked her, "Do you take Kishanchanji as your lawfully wedded second husband?"

"I do" was her giggling yet nervous response.

And then came one by one his three dreaded conditions.

"Do you accept that Kishanchanji as your husband deserves to use you instead of a condom as a sperm receptacle?"

"What is that?" she almost yelled.

"It means as your second husband I am entitled to always cum inside you."

"But that could lead to pregnancy," she almost yelled. I was delighted to hear her tone as that convinced me that she too was not ready to be impregnated by him – at least not yet. After too many negative signals, I was happy to receive a positive one. It kept my hopes alive – she didn't necessarily prefer Kishanchanji over me after all.

"Not if I cum inside your mouth or ass," he calmly responded.

"You rascal!" she yelled at him for tricking her into something that unpleasant. Kishanchanji might be too big for her to accommodate in her behind and she didn't like the taste of cum. Although, she did let him cum in her mouth the very first time they had sex. She, however, never has had anal sex and never showed any inclination in having it with me. Every time my suggestion for anal sex was promptly shot down by her. She did allow me to tongue her puckered hole but never reciprocated the favor. I could also recollect her comment about tonguing his asshole if he demanded when we were discussing her first session with Kishanchanji, although, she never acceded to my demands of tonguing my asshole.

I guessed, this was out-of-the-ordinary but nothing unreasonable to be turned down and hence thought she would accept it – she did have the option of swallowing his cum if she didn't want to engage in anal sex.

"Come on you promised!" I heard Kishanchanji pleading as all this went through my mind.

"I do," we both heard her voice to our relief. Then came the second condition, "Do you accept that Kishanchanji as your husband deserves the right to deflower you!"

"I accept but how is it possible?"

"There are other virgin holes in a woman's body," he hinted towards her asshole. I was surprised to hear that as she must have already shared with him that we never had anal sex. Now, she would have to surrender her *other* virginity – a husband's privilege – to him. I was glad that he had anal sex as one of the conditions. I wasn't able to convince her for anal sex all these years, at least he is able to open her up. And then I could always enjoy anal sex with her once she starts liking it.

"I do." came her acceptance without Kishanchanji pleading for it. I guess, she had almost surrendered to the idea of letting him unwarranted privileges with her body. In a sense, I was relieved that the first two conditions were within reasonable boundaries and I didn't feel apprehensive about her acceptance of both the conditions.

Then came the third and final condition. Could this be the final blow? I wondered. "This is a bit long one. Have a bit of patience," he said almost warning her that final blow was about to be unleashed.

"Do you accept that Kishanchanji as your second husband missed on the privilege of taking your *real* virginity?" he started off. This was an obvious question to which she promptly answered yes but I was concerned with the direction this was heading. I was sure that he wanted to ask for some other privilege in lieu of this so called *lost* privilege.

"Do you accept that Kishanchanji is entitled to another privilege in return for this loss?" He further asked her.

"Yes," she replied and added further, "but you are already entitled to take my anal virginity in return."

"Doesn't that even things out?" she asked earnestly.

"No it doesn't," was Kishanchanji's emphatic response.

"Ask any guy if you wish," was his curt reply. I guess that put Manisha on the back foot; she was perhaps contemplating how to handle it. I knew that this was coming. He had an alternative hole to take but still wanted something extra. Although, I would agree with him that taking a virgin pussy is entirely different from taking a virgin asshole.

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"I don't understand why it doesn't even out," she just blurted out not knowing how to reason with him.


"Let us put this way," he said, "Your second husband needs to be compensated for all the years your first husband had exclusive access over you."

"Ok," she said, "So, what do you want?"

"This is the litmus test," he said confirming my worst doubts. "Here is what I want you to accept," he said. "Now, these may sound as separate conditions but they are the same and I am enumerating them separately for the sake of clarity."

Saying this he enumerated his third condition(s).

"A. We would celebrate our anniversary on the same day as your anniversary with your first husband."

This one seemed innocuous to me. Wait a minute? Why did he want to do so? Wouldn't it interfere with my anniversary with my wife? Was Manisha thinking? I wondered if she could grasp this subtle point. Also, our wedding anniversary was less than a week away. Did he know about this?

"B. You would celebrate your anniversary with your second husband first before you celebrate it with your first husband."

That was the final blow indeed. He did want to humiliate by getting the privilege to fuck her first on our anniversary before she could come to me. Still Manisha uttered nothing. Was it all or did he have anything else in mind?

"C. You wouldn't be allowed to shower or cleanup between the celebrations."

The last condition sounded strange to me at first glance but then it struck me. He wanted to send my wife on her real anniversary with the telltale signs of a well-used-wife. It took some time for me to recover from that jolt. How could somebody as sensible as him ask for something that outrageous? More importantly Manisha hadn't responded to it at all; perhaps she was shell-shocked with his third and final condition.

"Are you out of your mind?" was her firm question after some pause. There wasn't any kind of pretence this time and she did seem very serious. "Do you know how mean that condition is?" she again asked him.

"It could expose our affair and put an end to my marriage," she said in a concerned tone. She didn't seem to be mad at him but was just concerned with the condition he had laid out, which started bugging me.

"How would it expose?" Kishanchanji asked.

"I spending time with you on our anniversary and not washing up before going to my husband?"

"Do you think Vinit is that dumb?"

"So what do you propose?" Kishanchanji asked her.

"Why don't you ask something sensible?" she quickly retorted.

"Like what?"

"Do you need to have the third condition?" she asked

"YES," he replied emphatically.

"You already let him go down on you after we had sex, right?" he asked her.

"Then what is the worry," he asked after hearing her response. So, Manisha making me eat her was definitely a planned move from them. Now, I started to get the drift of things. It seemed as if Manisha was really sucked into this affair pretty quickly and was willing to fulfill his irrational requests.

"With such a thing we always run a risk," she said. I was not sure what risk she was talking about. I knew that she was having an affair with Kishanchanji so there is no risk of me finding out. Or was she running the risk of me finding out that they are forcing me to cleanup after their intercourse? Although, I kind of guessed it that I was cleaning up remnants of their sexual encounter, I wasn't 100% sure.

It seemed Manisha was a willing compliance but the instigator was Kishanchanji. To be very honest I am not averse to the idea of cleaning up Manisha after she had sex with someone else, with or without a condom. In fact, it had been one of my deep down desires to go down on my wife after she has been well used. It is not that I love the taste of cum but just that I want to experience her well-used pussy and body, with or without cum on it.

However, I found the idea of cleaning up after Kishanchanji had sex with her, especially after ejaculating in her, very repulsive. Or perhaps my conscious mind never wanted to accept such a submissive position although my subconscious mind would have gladly accepted it.

"Is that all or do you have anything else?" I finally heard Manisha ask him; perhaps she had resigned to her fate of humiliating me to appease her superior stud. My subconscious mind accepted him to be much superior in bed but my conscious mind would always question my judgment.

"No. That's it!" he happily responded.

"I thought you would have one more on retaining the privilege to have unprotected sex with me on the anniversary day. No?" she jokingly added.

"Now that you mentioned it I think that would be a wise idea," he said.

"Shut up!"

"But again I am pretty sure you would grant me such a privilege not too far in the future," he said in a matter of fact manner.

"Now get on with the proceedings," she quickly responded not choosing to respond to that comment of his.

"You need to accept the third condition."

"I do!" was her response to Kishanchanji's relief.