Adultery Cuckolded by Disgusting Neighbor by vyasya

[Ramesh_Rocky]

Kishanchanji had been ploughing her for well over ten minutes now and she had perhaps touched her orgasm already but it just didn't seem that Kishanchanji was anywhere near his orgasm. Again, it just didn't seem his lack of ideal physique had anything to do with his performance in bed.


Manisha was tiring off and urged to change positions.

"Take me from back, Kishanchanji," she exhaled, getting from her position.

"Let me taste it first," she said, as Kishanchanji stood up on the bed. She pulled him with her hands on his butt and sucked in his large penis that was dripping with their juices. She moved her hand to my pecker as I sat right next to her watching her bob her head on his penis trying to in vain to stuff that penis as thick as a baseball bat into her mouth. I played with her breasts staring at her lips that were muscling their way onto his penis that engorged with blood due to all the pumping.

She patted on his bum indicating that she was ready and let go of his penis and then in a sudden move turned to me and kissed me. It was wet and sloppy; she made me taste their combined juices without any inhibition. Kishanchanji asked her to get on all the fours.

"Oh no, Kishanchanji," she said.

"I want my husband to know," she said, "why it is you who is impregnating his wife and not him."

"Apart from the duration you can last," she added, "there is yet another thing that you excel at."

She adjusted the pillow and quickly lay astride it with her pelvis on top of it.

"I see," Kishanchanji understood.

"Check it out honey," she said, "he not only can put it inside in this position but also make me cum in no time."

"Vinit's slips out quite easily," she remarked to him.

And to my utter dismay the next ten minutes Kishanchanji fucked her for what seemed like a fuckathon. Manisha was completely crushed under his weight; despite his height, he outweighed Manisha by about 30 pounds. She screamed in ecstasy as each stroke of Kishanchanji launched her into uncharted territory with his penis quite certainly knocking on her cervix. And finally, she held onto his thigh as he ejaculated inside her with groaning loudly. Kishanchanji was lost in bliss but Manisha gave me a smile as she received his seed.

Kishanchanji collapsed on top of her. His whole body floppily resting on Manisha. It just seemed as if a slender Arabian horse was forced to be bred by a pony. As I had mentioned he was much overweight and despite Manisha's voluptuous frame he dwarfed her in girth but lengthwise Manisha was much taller. She patiently waited under him; in fact she urged him not to move. Eventually Kishanchanji rolled off; having ensured that sufficient of his semen made it home.

She requested me to find her pantie and then wearing it to protect the bedsheet from spots; she proceeded to clean his slimy penis of all the remnants. Kishanchanji didn't quite care for it but was glad that she did it without him requesting.

"Now go have fun with your husband," he said.

"Not here," he remarked, "and don't make any noise."

She quickly turned off the light and held my hand and took me to our abode. Kishanchanji turned to the other side. Without saying anything in the dark, she found my lips with her hand and planted her lips on mine. Her tongue snaked into my mouth and transferred the slimy substance into my mouth without hesitation. She held to me lovingly while kissing me in a languid manner, making sure that I got a real taste for their juices.

She took about a minute or so and then whispered into my ear, "I am more than done for today."

"But, I want you to eat me," she added.

"Lap it up every single drop," she added in her teasing voice.

"Show me that you are glad a real stud has fucked your wife!"

She motioned me to climb the bed and after I was settled in my position. She climbed after me and without any further talk, she straddled my face and with a minor adjustment she lowered her pelvis right on top of me and then she smudged her pantie covered pussy on my mouth. The slimy substance had permeated through her pantie and by now the strong pungent odor didn't unnerve me. I parted my lips and she slid aside the gusset of her pantie to let it all drop into my mouth. It was thick and sticky and didn't easily drool into my mouth.

Manisha pulled out my pecker that was losing its erection and stroked it to perfection - within the next couple of minutes I ejaculated in her hand. She made sure that I did it all inside my underwear. It was a mess but I was glad that my pending frustration had been relieved.

Manisha finally lay aside me and lovingly whispered, "I love you."

"He must be extremely pleased with you," she continued.

"If only you had invited him to our bedroom on our wedding night, you wouldn't have to suffer from the humiliation he would throw at you."

"Is that the reason?" I blurted.

"Ssh..." she hushed me.

"Yes."

"He had been staking his alpha male claim," she answered, "but I wasn't quite ready back then."

"Now he knows that you won't challenge him ever," she said, "on this front."

"Are you happy though?" she asked.

"We pushed you a lot more than usual," she added in concerned tone.

"Don't worry," she assured, "this is a secret between us three."

"Is this only for the three years?" I asked.

She didn't answer; her hand gently massaged my chest, particularly focusing on my nipples.

"What would you like?" she asked.

"I don't know," I answered.

"You have something on your mind."

"No."

"Think," she said pushing me.

"Are you going back to the vanilla lifestyle again?"

I didn't answer. But I thought, the answer was clear to both of us.

"What is on your mind?" I asked after a few moments of painful silence.

She shook her head, "nothing."

"You have planned this all over - you have master plan already."

She smiled.

"Physically I want to belong to Kishanchanji," she said, "but emotionally I don't want to be distanced from you."

"Kishanchanji wants me both physically and emotionally."

"And then Amirchanji desires me physically as well."

"All of this is not possible unless you accept a lesser role in our married life," she added after a brief pause.

"You don't want to have sex with me," I uttered in a dejected tone.

"Quite the contrary," she said, "I would like to have sex with you every night."

"It just that on certain nights I may be too tired to allow for penetrative sex," she said, "like today."

"And I want to sleep in your arms every night!"

"And Kishanchanji would be putting buns in your oven?"

She giggled.

"He is trying hard," she whispered, "but there is no chance."

"What?"

I was stunned by her admission.

"You are on pills?"

"Yes," she seethed.

"Really?"

"Yes."

"He doesn't know - this is a secret between us."

"You didn't want to get pregnant from him?" I said elated.

"I didnt' say that."

"Then?"

"It is complicated," she said.

"Why don't you sleep on it and we talk when get back," she said and slept in my arms. She headed back in the wee hours in the morning to her other (primary) husband and to my dismay I found her encouraging him for a fuck session again. Kishanchanji wasn't very eager but finally did let her have her way. This time she rode him in cowgirl position and there for the last few minutes Kishanchanji fucked her again. She saw me watching them quietly and after finishing her last act, which was cleaning up his penis, she returned back to me. Once again, she nonchalantly planted her lips on mine and expected me to part my lips and welcome her tongue. Kishanchanji wasn't paying any attention to us was quite possibly already dozing off.

She ensured my face was smudged with their juices once more and then whispered, "there is more of it down there."

"And guess what," she added, "after you are done, you can screw your wife."

And then there was a repeat of what happened earlier with much pleasant ending for me. It took me a little longer this time around due to my earlier ejaculation and her dilated pussy.

to be contd...

[Ramesh_Rocky]

Cuckolded by Disgusting Neighbor Ch. 10


The second day was pretty eventful. Manisha formally introduced Kishanchanji to our sexual lives. There was little hidden between the three of us now. We three had seen each other naked and also in the act of making love; or as Kishanchanji would have put it - in the act of having sex. Manisha vibrant as she was the previous evening and repeated her morning routine. They both stepped out for their morning breakfast, leaving me to take care of Tushar.


Most of the morning they were by themselves, enjoying their honeymoon. Manisha met me briefly around lunch time, when I asked her to meet me alone so we could talk. With Kishanchanji around, we had no privacy and couldn't share our concerns or excitement. We decided to meet later that afternoon. She didn't want us to be seen together on the ship as she was Kishanchanji's wife during that period.

She met me soon after the afternoon interlude with her new husband. The usual routine of me eating her freshly fucked pussy ensued. When I tried to mount her later, she resisted. She pushed me back when I tried to ignore her attempts to stop me. She held my face firmly and said, "Honey, you should not betray Kishanchanji's trust in us?"

"He let us be together knowing that you wont take advantage of it."

"You are taking this too seriously," I retorted.

"Yes, I am," she shot back.

"If it wasn't for my conscious efforts," she seethed, "Kishanchanji would have already fathered Tushar."

"What are you talking about?"

"Yes, he may very well had taken my virginity, had I not been slick."

I shook my head. All of this was a shock. I knew that he tried his luck but didn't realize that there was much more to it.

"Honey," she said in a concerned tone, "Kishanchanji has manhandled your wife much earlier than you think."

"if it weren't for myself and his daughter Mamta, you would have been cuckolded long ago."

"Perhaps within the first few months of our marriage."

"Then what was the talk about not pursuing you hard enough?" I blurted.

She smirked.

"Kishanchanji is quite often right about you."

"What?"

"You are an imbecile," she uttered in frustration.

"Honey I need to understand what is going on?"

"No," she retorted, "you just need to have faith in our relationship."

"But I need to get some idea about what is going on?"

"No," she retorted.

"You need to have faith in your wife."

"But," I interrupted.

"No buts."

"Your days of negotiating with your wife and others are over," she said curtly.

"You ought to accept that your wife is the property of Kishanchanji and Amirchanji."

"And there isn't much you can do about it," she said and added, "not now."

"What do you mean?"

"Henceforth, it would be Kishanchanji's will in the bedroom and perhaps Amirchanji's."

"Yours would be a distant third."

"Honey aren't you stretching a little too far?"

"Not really - unless you have forgotten what we have been through in the past couple of days," she said, looking straight into my eyes.

"Why are you insisting on some of the despicable things that until recently I couldn't even imagine?"

"For the very same reason you would want your young and beautiful wife fucked by an ugly, fat, old bastard!"

She said it emphatically but there was a chuckle that she couldn't contain. I stole a smile as well.

"Seriously, why?" I pushed her.

"Look it is complicated," she started.

"No one can understand what has been transpiring under our roof - the sane people may not even believe it."

"Yet this is the reality."

"You have certain perversions that you wanted us to enact and we did it."

"Similarly, I have some that we are enacting."

"But Manisha, some of the stuff is not something that I can withstand," I countered.

"Yet you endured most of it last night," she retorted.

"It is difficult," she said, "no doubt but we can endure it if we get something in return that gives us a lot of satisfaction."

"What satisfaction?"

"You are incorrigible," she said teasingly.

"You want to hear it," she said, "don't you?"

"It's like verbal foreplay for you!"

The little bit of anger that had built up in us had dissipated and we were warming up once again. Fortunately, Manisha and I never had any kind of major disagreements and as I had mentioned several times previously, it was difficult for me to change her mind once she had decided on something important that was important for her. Similarly, there were a few things were Manisha would give me more than my share of choice.

She kissed me again in an attempt to make out with me again. We were half-naked and rolled in the bed again. Unlike a few minutes ago, where her attention was mostly focused on her pleasure, this time, she focused on my pleasure and made out with me the way she would do on those aggressive nights. She pushed her hand inside into my trousers that was never done during our earlier interlude. However, this time around, she flayed upon the button in a flash and groped my my flaccid penis. And then she kissed me. There was something sublime about her kissing. We always loved kissing and kissed quite often but something had changed in her demeanor towards it, ever since Kishanchanji entered our lives.

While I found her to show a strange fervor for kissing with Kishanchanji and had witnessed her in action several times. A few times without her knowledge, so knew that she really loved kissing him. She had also admitted that although she had a revulsion for him and couldn't comprehend kissing him ever, she never let any opportunity slip by once she embraced him fully. Looking back the statistics of the kisses she had in a regular day simply stump us. During the period of our marriage without Kishanchanji, we would kiss about two or three times in a day in a non sexual manner. And the kissing in sexual manner would mostly happen in the bedroom and even then it was restricted to the foreplay activities. I would still think that we kissed far more than an average Indian couple during the first few years of marriage. Apart from our tremendous physical attraction for each other, we also took good care of our bodies, which meant having a bath before heading to bed on most evenings. This also was accompanied by our clinical breaths that turned both of us off. We never spoke about it explicitly but knew that the kisses during those sessions were not as deep nor as long.

Although, we both showed an aversion for unhygienic conditions, we rarely let each other know about it explicitly. Instead, it was tacitly conveyed to the partner and sure enough a change would happen the following evening. This confidence in each other instilled a willingness to entertain each other in any condition. This is how I learned that I liked eating Manisha's stale pussy. Now, this is not to be confused with a creampie. It is the state of pussy between 12 hours and 24 hours after bath. Anything longer than that usually has a strong stench and shorter than that doesn't quite have the delicate aroma or taste that I longed for. On the kissing front, I more or less preferred a cleaner breath; not the clinical breath that you get after rinsing with a mouthwash or brushing your teeth. However, I would by lying if I said that I shunned away from kissing her just because of her poor breath. It would be extremely unlikely for her to have one as she was too finicky about it and secondly my urge would usually be much stronger.

Manisha on the other hand always preferred me in more or less clean state. Hence, her acceptance of Kishanchanji's unhygienic ways leave me often with a gnawing feeling. She disliked the strong pee smell and avoided fellating me during the times when she was unsure about my state. But that was never an issue with him; not that I am complaining.

Anyway, coming back to the kissing. Manisha's kissing activities had practically quadrupled.

Her kissing would be languid often at times when we explored other aspects of our body. Our intention would be to lengthen it as much as we could by keeping our lips glued but exploring our bodies alternately. And quite often her hand would move to my pecker and would gently stroke it. My pecker was gaining back its proportions again.

"Don't you love this?" she asked, between her kisses. Her lips gently touching mine as she puckered her lips.

"Why do you ask for anything more?"

"Wouldn't these and the lips below suffice for you?"

"Kishanchanji is annoyed due to your encroachment," she added.

"When did I insist?" I complained.

"Then I argued with for nothing?"

"Anyway," she said, "I want to be connected to you but we may have to curtail our errant tendencies."

"What tendencies?"

"Your urge to fornicate with me."

"That's normal."

"Yes but not with Kishanchanji's wife," she retorted.

Sudden change of heart confused me. Yesterday she was marshalling my cause and today she was doing the exact opposite. This wasn't the Manisha I fell in love with but I would openly admit that this Manisha aroused me sexually far more than the younger, innocent one. They may have discussed and Kishanchanji may still have reservations about me mating with her especially when she is trying to conceive from him.

"He doesn't like it," she said, "but is willing to tolerate it in moderation."

"What do you expect from your other husband then?" I asked. There was more a sense of frustration than mockery in that but Manisha brushed it aside and said, "you need to learn that you can't have your way anymore."

"Why does Kishanchanji have such a problem?" I blurted.

"He is boning you most of the time anyway."

"Yes but he doesn't want anyone else doing the same - not when he is trying to sow his seeds?"

"You mean to say after you are pregnant we can resume our normal life?"

"No."

"He would devise other ways to limit your sexual time."

"It is just his way to make sure that I belong to him," she clarified.

"Which I do, right?"

"But?"

She interrupted me saying, "don't waver on this - the bus has left the station already."

"Remember," she said, "you agreed to a life free of inhibitions."

"You are playing second fiddle from now on," she said, sealing my lips with her kiss. The kiss was intense and deep whilst she wickedly played with my pecker. Instead of stroking it - perhaps to avoid ejaculation - she would bend it all the way down, even beyond the point where it would cause pain. And then her hands would touch my balls; massaging them and squeezing them a little harder than usual.

"If you listen very carefully," she said, breaking the intense kiss, "we can have the best period of our sexual lives in the next few years."

"And I am confident that this would bring no material harm to our lives."

"Here are the rules..."

"Rule No 1. Henceforth, I am Kishanchanji's wife. He is my primary husband and his needs far outweigh yours."

"Rule No 2. Sexually I belong to him. Your main purpose is to facilitate and encourage our sexual relationship."

"Rule No 3. Our sexual activity would be restricted to oral sex with infrequent but reasonable episodes of intercourse."

She didn't give me a chance to react and after tidying up herself stepped out of the room. I was left there to wonder; how drastically my life changed. Of all her Rule's the 2nd' and 3rd bothered me the most and primarily because it seriously curtailed our sexual activity. All the while I was thinking, Manisha didn't have the potential to be perfect wife from one of those perverse stories but little did I realize that she could easily put them to shame with her dastardly stipulations.

There were moments where I suspected Manisha's commitment to our marriage and me as her husband. And in a conventional sense, this may seem like a stupid pondering but I knew there was more than what met the eye. It wasn't as if I didn't desire some of these qualities in her; I did and that's why I had pestered her to have an affair. Although, I was unnerved about her choice and resented her for it to some extent, I can say for sure that with him she would have most satisfying sex-filled years.

I stepped out with Tushar again when I got a message from one of the boys their that someone wanted to speak to me. It was an phone call that was not very common on the ship and hence they had special rooms for it. It was Mamta. I was surprised to hear from her but she wanted to talk to me urgently; since the call would be expensive, she asked me to get online. That too was expensive but I agreed.

We started the chat. I was sitting in the quiet corner of an empty internet room.

Mamta said, "your wife is turning out to be much smarter than I thought."

"Why what happened?"

"She is double crossing my father by bringing in Amirchanji as well into the equation."

"Why do you say that?"

"She had agreed to get pregnant right away but I know that she has seen the doctor to start her pills."

"Our agreement was that we would start an affair with you right away."

"Both me and Malini."

"You all are insane," I slammed on the keyboard.

Firstly, it was always difficult for me to understand women and secondly it was doubly difficult to talk to a woman who can't observe decorum in a relationship. After all, how much did I know for her to talk like that, I thought. But then I had already slept with her twice.

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"Perhaps," she said.


"But if you don't rein in your wife then you will surely become insane."

"Why?"

"Kishanchanji and Amirchanji hate each other - what would happen if they had to quarrel over a young damsel?"

"A damsel who surely is not in any kind of distress!"

"She has to belong to only one - and that can only be Kishanchanji - now."

"What do you want me to do?" I asked.

"1. Hide the bottle of her pills."

"2. Have no sex with her until she gets pregnant."

"You can have oral sex but avoid penetrative sex."

"Strange," I said.

"Why is oral sex okay and penetrative sex not okay?"

"Aren't they all sex after all?"

"It is complicated," she wrote.

"Just do what I say."

"Penetrative sex creates an effect that is very conducive for conceiving."

"Apart from the fact that it is required to conceive, it makes it easier for the woman to conceive."

"Oral sex is more placating - especially for a woman who has other partners already."

"It would be difficult for me to make the pills bottle disappear," I wrote.

"Do whatever it takes," she wrote back.

"We need to make sure that she gets pregnant. Pregnancy would rein in some of her sexual hunger and hopefully she will realize that living with two men is insane already; there is no point bringing in another."

"Do you understand?"

"Yes."

"Remember, this is only the first one," she said.

"We need at least two."

"Why stop at two - your father is able enough to keep her pregnant all her twenties."

"She has got these crazy ideas about using her body to expand your business."

"It is stupidity. It doesn't work that way."

"Everyone would only use you."

"Malini is waiting for your return - we can start right away."

"Although there isn't much hope the second month after delivering a child but you can try your luck."

"Are you serious?"

"Her husband is henpecked anyway - he wouldn't even know."

"But only one - no more."

"Sure?"

"Yes."

"Mamta thanks for your generous offer - but we should not rush."

"Look," she said, "Manisha would become a whore if you don't push this issue right now."

"No, I am talking about Malini and me."

"Oh..."

"We should think this through," I wrote.

"Don't worry - it will take a while for you to sow your seeds."

"Firstly it is her body that would not allow and secondly it is you ;)," she wrote with a smiley at the end.

"Mamta this seems too sudden," I interrupted

"Shouldn't we all take a breather?"

"Think this through first?"

"What is there to think?"

"Your wife has slept with my father and may soon sleep with Amirchanji and if that weren't enough she may sleep with ten other of your business associates."

"Do you want a scandal?"

"No."

"Look it is hard to understand but I have been in touch with Manisha for past few years and I am confident that she is not the innocent girl you think she is."

"I know and you have played a part in corrupting her."

"Not quite."

"She was wetting at the prospect of making out with my father for sometime."

"I only helped her in feeling comfortable with that urge."

"That's not I heard from her."

"As I said, don't take everything at face value."

"What about you?"

"I am direct - there is no beating around the bush."

"I might not know what went through her mind but my recollection of various incidents is spot on."

"I want you to share everything you know."

"And then I will try everything from my end to lock her down to Kishanchanji for a little while."

"Although I don't think, I will be able to contain her for long."

"Yes, I know."

"But this first pregnancy should do a world of good."

"It started very early - the very first time she met my father in your house."

"He was so sexually aroused after meeting her that he just resolved to have your wife as his mistress."

"Don't ask why."

"Your wife is way too pretty for someone like him to resist."

"My father has had a history of prowling on a women."

"You don't want to know how many women he forced his will on."

"And how many of them showed up the next time and the next until they were satiated."

"Yes. Manisha told me about it."

"The very first time; he made sure she had no doubt in her mind about his intentions."

"During the next few meets, he continued this approach."

"Our father was very close to you and your family, so she couldn't do much."

"Did she talk to you?"

"Yes."

"I told her to keep calm and avoid him. He won't force you but will not easily back out as well."

"I advised her to talk to you but also warned her that this may escalate the situation too soon."

"Deep down I didn't think Manisha would fall for him but i knew that if she wavered even a little he would sweep her off her feet."

"All she had to do was fend him off forcefully."

"You are saying she didn't do that?"

"She did but her will was not strong enough."

"I think, she kept on wavering - she didn't think this was right but somehow her body also loved the feeling of being pursued by another potent male."

"And on the fateful day," she wrote, "I saved you from losing your wife altogether."

"Was it on our wedding night?"

"Evening?"

"Yes."

"Both Malini and myself were at your home all the time along with her."

"We told her to not be alone even for one moment until the grand finale with you."

"But she played stupid or smart, whichever way you want to see it."

"Once he had managed to hug her from behind when she was alone in the downstairs bedroom looking for something."

"Everyone was in the living room."

"My presence stopped it immediately."

"Really?"

"But she was already decked up by then and what was she doing there?"

"You may not like it but strangely, I feel she was giving him opportunities."

"She was completely decked and my father had felt her quite well by the time I interrupted."

"What did she say latter?"

"She thanked me profusely."

"But her flushed face and labored breath confirmed that she was sexually aroused."

"Why wouldn't it?"

"That whole week she had been waiting for this evening. Her body had been preparing her for it."

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"We avoided most of that evening my father effectively and then late in the night; just about fifteen-twenty minutes before we were to let you into your master bedroom, if you remember," she wrote.


"Manisha went upstairs to use the bathroom."

"Everyone was busy but my eyes were on her."

"I noticed my lecherous father head upstairs soon after that."

"My will weakened somehow then - on one hand I was really happy that my father was enjoying charms of a younger woman and strangely I started believing that Manisha would not resist him and on the other hand this was a scandal that I knew would destroy your marriage."

"What did you do?"

"Nothing, I sat there wondering. And my heart paced rapidly with his each step."

"I had an option to stop him completely but that could have antagonized him a lot."

"So, I thought if Manisha resisted him then I would help her but if she didn't then I would let him enjoy her a little."

"What happened?"

"Hold your breath."

"When I entered the bedroom, I saw a sight that both scared me and mesmerized me."

"He had pinned her against the bathroom door and was necking her; her hands were pushing against his chest but there was hardly any resistance."

"She was melting in his arms."

"Was there any distance between them?"

"None at all."

"How long were they together?"

"Not sure - but must have been 3-4 minutes - 5 minutes top."

"Was she really kissing him?"

"No."

"She was avoiding his lips but that is how it always starts."

"There was passion, hunger in her response and yet the same time a sense of helplessness."

"It didn't seem like a bang then?"

"No. Much like non consensual sex."

"Did he kiss her?"

"Of course yes."

"The moment he squeezed her right breast, she yielded to his lips."

"He ravished her lips for what seemed like an eternity."

"Did she kiss him back."

"Yes but not as much as you want to think."

"Her lips were parted?"

"Does that surprise you?"

"He had his tongue probing her mouth for several minutes."

"You stood there and watched?"

"I was helpless."

"When did you exactly head upstairs?"

"Actually, almost immediately after he entered the room."

"He didn't bolt the door?"

"Strange - but he was worried about the implications of doing that."

"So, I didn't leave it to chance and tiptoed behind him and stood by the door that was left ajar."

"Did your father knew?"

"I don't think so."

"And then?"

"Well Manisha was in the bathroom and when she came out she simply froze after seeing him in her room."

"Did she scream?"

"Are you kidding?"

"She was shocked - he took her in his arms and planted kisses on her neck."

"She tried to evade but didn't try very hard."

"Within moments she was pushed against the bathroom door and the furious kissing ensued."

"His hand moved to her breast and her reaction was explosive - she parted her lips and welcomed his kiss."

"You did not intervene?"

"No - not immediately."

"After about five minutes, I made my presence felt but first I bolted the door."

"And?"

"Well they were caught in the act - Manisha was petrified but my father didn't care much."

"He asked me to leave but I didn't."

"He changed his positions and now was holding her in gentlemanly way in his arms but was still kissing her neck."

"Manisha stood there?"

"Yes in his arms," she wrote, "can you believe it?"

"His hands were practically on her bum and her body completely glued to his."

"And given how tall she is, there is no way a kiss was possible without her willingness."

"And yet their lips were glued."

"What happened next?"

"He admonished me for spoiling his party but Manisha was relieved, although a little disheveled."

"What happened next?"

"You should know - it was your wedding night."

"Given this background - is there anything that stands out in your mind about that night?"

"Nothing," I wrote. But in retrospect there were a few things that stood out. Firstly, she was incredibly hot and receptive. Secondly, she had minimal inhibitions considering that she was a virgin. Thirdly, she didn't stop at one session that night. In a very subtle manner, she pursued me thrice that night. Not that I wasn't keen; the second time it was my initiative and the early morning session was mostly hers.

"Really?"

"Yes it was the usual," I answered.

"Did you talk to her after that?"

"Not that evening."

"But after you folks returned from your honeymoon."

"What happened then?"

"Well, I explained it to her that she was heading down a dangerous path."

"If she wanted to keep her marriage intact then she distance my father."

"And she did to a very large extent."

"But the real reason why nothing happened until now is because I forced my father to make a promise."

"What?"

"To forget about her?"

"No - that was not possible."

"It is naive to expect that."

"What was it then?"

"I made him promise that he wouldn't force himself on her."

"If she voluntarily wanted an affair with him then it was fine but no coercion."

"You asked him to seduce my wife?"

"Hello?"

"There wasn't anything left to seduce," she wrote.

"It was the only way I could stop him."

"All your wife had to do was just have control on herself - or perhaps you should have done a better job in the bedroom."

"What happened next then?"

"My father kept his word. He tried very hard to charm Manisha all these years."

"You never advised Manisha to pursue her affair with him again?"

"I did."

"But not until after about three years of marriage."

"Nothing happened in all those years?"

"Not something that I know."

"Although my father had been romancing her and Manisha was warming up to him."

"When did you advise her and why?"

"When we spoke after the honeymoon, I told her that my father was interested in her and hence she would have to do everything to keep away from him."

"But added that he wasn't a bad person and was quite an adept lover."

"She wouldn't be disappointed if she did take him as her lover if she ever wanted to."

"That's all?"

"Yes."

"You never shared gory details about your father's previous affairs?"

"I did to substantiate my claim."

"And when did you finally agree on this latest proposal?"

"She started changing her mind after she got pregnant and finally she started getting serious after Tushar's birth."

"She didn't want to go behind your back and not sure what was going between you but she seemed to be more confident about starting her affair with him."

"And how did the pregnancy thing come about?"

"That was Manisha's desire."

"Aren't you making this up?"

"Not really."

"We encouraged her by agreeing to the deal of taking care of you in return."

"But she didn't want an ordinary affair - she wanted something truly extraordinary."

"That's in a nutshell."

"Now go back and just convince Manisha to be his wife."

Manisha had shared with me most of the these things but didn't share the gory details. I wasn't sure if there was much to the story and if she was trying to hide something insidious. It was not a difficult decision for me. It was clear that Manisha had to be only Kishanchanji's wife. Amirchanji could only play a cursory role in our lives. This is how I had preferred right from the beginning; her having one dedicated long term lover.

That evening I strolled the ship alone leaving Tushar with her. Kishanchanji too was out alone. The more I thought the clearer the picture emerged; I really wanted her to belong to only Kishanchanji. It also made sense keeping the practical issues in mind. However, why was I thinking that Mamta was on my side. Manisha may have hidden a few things but I surely didn't think she could do something as insidious as Mamta implied. I was perhaps reading too much in to her statements. I returned back to the cabin a little later. It was only about 7:00pm. The sun was setting and I thought that both Kishanchanji and Manisha might have stepped out already to romance each other again.

It was a surprise to find them in the cabin after I returned. Manisha was feeding Tushar on the bed while Kishanchanji was in the balcony sipping on his scotch. He called me out while Manish lay there. Giving me bottle of juice; since he knew that I hardly drank much and avoided liquor most of the times. The sea was quite calm and it wasn't as cold as we thought it would be.

He spoke to me, "Vinit do you have any apprehensions of me impregnating your wife?"

I was stunned with his direct approach. I shot a look at Manisha again but she was busy with Tushar facing away from both of us. The slanting rays of sun illuminated our cabin. But the most important sight lay right in front of my eyes. Manisha was wearing a skimpy, semi-transparent, short dress that barely came up to her thigh. The off white, pinkish colored lingerie adorned her skin very well. Her legs and thighs looked slender and shapely at the same time. Her top was a small garb that you could tie together at the waist and perhaps button up with a floral hemming. She tied back her black, thick hair in a big knot, which exposed her slender neck as well.

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"Look Vinit," he said, putting his hand around my shoulder and pulling me in so that I squarely faced Manisha. She was of course oblivious to what was happening on the other side.

"Let me be honest. Your wife is the most beautiful and loving woman I have known personally."

"I am deeply obliged for honoring me with a right to mate with your wife and more importantly to inseminate her."

"I am an old codger and have experienced several fine women during my younger days."

I was a little surprised by the tone of his dialogue. It wasn't the usual garrulous, dominant Kishanchanji but rather the kind of elderly person you would always look up to.

"Really, I mean it."

"About fifteen-twenty women," he said.

"Five or six of them were fine women from very well regarded families."

"However, only one or two were under the age of thirty and that too barely under thirty," he added.

"About three or four were my long term lovers - I mean for about four or five years," he continued.

"And," he chuckled, "I must have impregnated two or three of them."

"I can't be certain about the third one - but I might have impregnated the second woman twice."

"Honestly - no one knows and not a single soul suspects."

"Did they do it on purpose?" I asked.

"No..." he said shaking his head.

"Such things are never planned they just happen."

"Although - I really think the second one's husband knew everything and perhaps encouraged her - but one can never be sure."

"Anyway, I don't want to gloat about my conquests."

"The point is," he said, bringing me closer and pointing towards Manisha, "she is not only the finest but also the hottest woman I have known."

"She is not the kind of woman who would settle for ordinary lovers."

"I don't mean to insult you but such is life."

"Having affairs is something that comes very naturally to her."

"What exactly are you saying?" I interrupted.

"That if it hadn't been me, it may very well have been Amirchanji."

"You know that she has the hots for him too, right?"

I shook my head.

"Anyway," he continued, "her libido is incredible - do you know how many times we did it on our first night?"

"We were awake practically that whole night having sex."

"Coming back to the point," he continued, "you can't contain a woman like Manisha."

"She is bound to err - one way or another."

"And men are always on the prowl for such women!"

"All I want is abundant love and sex; there is nothing for you to fear from me."

"We started with three years but seriously do you think you alone can do justice to her beauty?"

"I mean look at her - isn't she gorgeous?"

"This is a mother of one child and look at her shape?"

"Show me an Indian woman who takes care of her body that well?"

Hearing all the talk; I felt Kishanchanji had gulped his glass of scotch already.

"There aren't many who can boast of such a long dong who you can trust," he added, cheekily, goading over his majestic equipment.

"And here is the thing - he said facing me now."

"I have amassed enormous amount of wealth with no heir to pass it on."

"My daughters want me to get married again and settle down - but I am too old for that stuff."

"Here is a beautiful young wife who is willing to offer me everything that I would have wished from my prospective wife."

"Why do I have to look elsewhere?"

"And Vinit," he continued, "let me be honest with you; my heart won't be content with just one."

"I can assure you neither would she be."

"You know how I can tell that?" he whispered.

"That flimsy thing," he said pointing to his penis, "that is supposed to protect?"

"She wanted none of that."

"Kishanchanji are you saying that you weren't pushing your luck?"

"I wouldn't say that."

"But honestly do you think anything can happen without her desire?"

"Look," he said, "Manisha is getting too involved with all the stuff about Amirchanji."

"Bringing him into this equation - at this juncture would unnecessarily complicate things."

"You were suggesting that though, right?"

"You can't be serious - why would I want to share her with him?"

"If she enters the family way soon then it would put a rest to his thoughts for a little while."

"And then what?"

"What?"

"I mean after she delivers our child."

"Well her maternal instincts would take over and her desire for sex would subside a little."

"Do you think so?"

"If it doesn't I would gear up for the next one."

"Don't get me wrong," he responded when I had a puzzled look, "Manisha is all for it."

"It's getting cold," he said and headed back into our room.

My elderly neighbor lay next to my wife as she breastfed our son. I moved to the other side of the room, cleaning up the bed and tidying the room up. It was getting darker, so I turned on the light on the far end that left both of them in a little bit of darkness, or at least so they thought but the faint light, highlighted Manisha' voluptuous figure. I realized that her top wasn't to be buttoned down; instead it had laces that could be tied together. Her brassiered inside, seemed like the regular one that made breastfeeding easier. Both her globes were perfectly exposed, the bottom one only partially exposed as Tushar was sucking on it but the other one looked much bigger and droopy. I looked at her pink areolas that had turned deepish red after her pregnancy and childbirth but her nipples still remained a little smaller than what is expected on breastfeeding mothers. In their unrestrained state they resembled more of a longish mango that is very popular in India. It was puffy and filled with milk; very well shaped with no marks on her skin. Quite surprisingly her breasts looked a little bigger and puffier to me in that state. Not sure if my mind was playing any games or her body was already mixing Kishanchanji's seed with her eggs.

When the thought of her pregnancy hit me, I immediately looked for her her purse where she kept that bottle of pills. It wasn't there but then I realized that she had transferred to Tushar's medicine bag. Did Manisha purposely hide it away from Kishanchanji's prying eyes? Was he pestering her to get rid of the pills? These thoughts crossed my mind. I quickly opened the bottle to see if she had used them at all and to my dismay it still had the tamper proof seal. Did she really intend to use it or was she simply playing another game? Yet I noticed that this had lead to a stiff erection realizing that she was in the process of making baby with her primary husband. All the talk of Mamta about trying to persuade was simply a ploy, I wondered. I wasn't sure; it was certainly complex. Having realized that, I was happy that she would not stray beyond Kishanchanji.

My eyes moved back to the scene in front of me. Kishanchanji was nuzzling into Manisha and Manisha was enjoying his sensuous foreplay. He was whispering something into her ear while kissing her earlobes delicately. She pursued her lips and exhaled in response to his ministrations. Her quickened breath gave away that she was getting excited by his overture. Kishanchanji pulled aside her exposing her top and her upper torso. Her left breast was fully visible now along with her slender waist and flat tummy. As the sun set behind, the bedside light illuminated more of her body and I noticed that her body had practically no signs of having borne a child. This was from a distance of about ten feet. Kishanchanji's dark hand with his stubby fingers lay across her milky waist now. The stark contrast between their complexions was intoxicating. Neither Manisha nor Kishanchanji bothered about my presence; I was practically invisible for them.

He was whispering something again into her ear and she looked at him and pursed her lips to offer a kiss. Kishanchanji gently caressed her tummy and moved his hand to her breast. She tried to elbow his hand out but Kishanchanji managed to land his index finger on her nipple. He made circular motions with his finger around her nipple. Manisha shut her eyes and surrendered to the sensations, I thought but she soon mouthed, "What are you doing?" in an effort to avoid saying anything. Perhaps they realized my presence.

Kishanchanji continued to titillate her by gently stroking her body, mostly spending his time on her sensitive nipples. With only a few moments, Manisha had returned to point of no return. She twisted her neck sideways and offered her quivering lips for his kiss. Kishanchanji had unbuttoned his shirt and his oversized belly was clinging to her back now. He was practically dbangd around Manisha as her twisted torso embraced his body with her upper leg parting to allow his left leg to cross her right leg and ensuring a perfect alignment of their crotches. Again it was a sight to behold as Manisha's left hand went behind his butt to hold him close to her while she swapped saliva with him. She gently caressed his tongue with hers as their breathes collided. I didn't think Manisha would engage in such a kiss with Kishanchanji as it leaves you exposed to your partner's breath completely. Unless you can tolerate their breath you can't prolong the kiss. But then I had underestimated her passion for him several times already.

Apart from the contrast of their complexion, another thing that stood out was the difference in their bodies. Manisha was only twenty-three and on top of that she had kept herself in amazing shape despite having borne Tushar. On the other Kishanchanji was an elderly man with receding hairline, greying temples, with an oversized belly that boasted plenty of hair . The hair on his chest had already started greying. Another important feature of Kishanchanji were his sagging chest and resembled more like breasts but for the presence of hair. In short, the age difference between them was strikingly visible. Kishanchanji stood only 5'1" or 5"2" while Manisha was about 4 or 5 inches taller than him. Manisha was a little shy of her ideal weight while Kishanchanji was about twenty or twenty-five pounds overweight and hence the combination looked quite interesting. If I were to use the animalistic imagery, it seemed more like a young cow in her puberty was brought to be inseminated by the overfed and overweight mighty alpha bull. The contrast in the weights is sometimes measured in multiples and not percentages. It was always interesting to me having seen some of those younger cows; their slits looked so tight and tiny that it almost seemed impossible for anything but your fingers to make way. And then their frail weight always made you question the possibility of them taking the weight of an oversized bull for the duration of the penetration. Its surprising how nature always finds a way to make the copulation possible and fruitful.

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That sight mesmerized me and made me wonder why we were bargaining for more than what life was giving us already. Did we really need that advantage over my partner or business allies to do better in business? If it was only to extend our business then that wasn't very alluring to me. True, the sexual aspect of that always excited both of us but in reality it is always safer when you restrict the number of people to one or two.


Kishanchanji's hand moved inside her pantie and cupped her vagina. She exhaled audibly as his fingers traced her lips.

My mind pondered about the pills that were still in my hand and then it occurred to me. Whether or not she had them or not, I decided to hide it away. Tushar had dozed off mostly, based on Manisha' actions. She pulled off her teat from his lips and arranging herself scooted aside from him and turned to face Kishanchanji. Now her lips welcomed his with complete abandon. I stepped toward the bed and lifted Tushar to bring him back to his bed. Laying him in the lower bunk and providing him adequate protection and turning off the light on that corner, I moved towards them.

Kishanchanji was laying on his back while Manisha lay on his side with her leg across his thighs. She was kissing him like there was no tomorrow. Her hand was busy caressing his body and especially his chest. I found her hand several times squeeze his chest; just the way a man would squeeze a woman's breast. It was an interesting sight as Manisha rarely did this with me. I kneeled forward and helped remove her top that was uselessly covering her upper torso; her breasts were rubbing against his body anyway. The brassiere was already untied and came off readily. She was completely naked above her waist and looked tempting to say the least. She helped Kishanchanji remove his shirt as well.

I proceeded to slowly pull down her pantie and she aided me in getting rid of that as well. Manisha was now completely naked in front of us. She wasn't quite this naked the previous night, although that difference was only of technical nature. Manisha slid down and started kissing his chest. She soon homed in on his right teat. She suckled on it the way Tushar suckled on hers. Kishanchanji was obviously enjoying the experience. As I carefully watched her actions, I noticed her to grab his nipples between her teeth several times. She succeeded only a few times and when she did it lead to a moan from Kishanchanji.

I laid down next to her and started kissing her bum. She didn't pay any attention to me but moved her thigh higher over Kishanchanji's body, providing me a better access to her opening. But it was not that easy to wedge my head inside to lick her cunt. Perhaps she wanted me to lick her backside. I had done this more than a few times but never in front of Kishanchanji besides I wasn't sure if she was clean. However, I kissed and moved closer to the opening. There was no kind of smell as she seemed to have taken a bath after their afternoon interlude. Without any further encouragement, I snaked my tongue out into the tight crevice. Manisha fidgeted and soon I found her hand on my hand encouraging me to continue it.

On the northern end, Manisha continued pleasuring Kishanchanji by playing with his nipples. Time stood still as we pleasured each other lovers. I no longer considered myself as Manisha's lover; if at all I was her first husband and it seemed very likely an unworthy one. Manisha not only showed fascination for him sexually but also showed emotional attachment. After what seemed like a while Manisha moved up and continued her kissing again. I found her hand traveling into his pajama and tried to free his equipment.. His pajama was soon bunched around his ankles within no time. Manisha then held his flaccid penis that already looked quite thick. She held it from the base and and squeezed it, in an attempt to stimulate it. I perhaps have mentioned this several times already but was obliged to stare at his marvelous equipment and describe it. Just as described in the previous episode about half of his penis was showing with Manisha's hand wrapped around it, holding it from the base. That is quite a substantial statement for an Indian male. As explained Manisha was not a petite woman; true to her Sindhi genes. However, it was always Kishanchanji's girth that appealed to me.

"Why Kishanchanji?"

"Why?" she asked.

"Why didn't you push your luck on our wedding night?"

"I didn't want a wife going behind husband's back."

"This is better," he said lifting his head to look at me.

"This is it," she said, looking at me, "this is the one that gave me so much pleasure that I could only dream of in past four years of our marriage."

"It just seems like an injustice," she said, "that you weren't allowed to cover your mare."

"Come on honey?"

"See it."

"You saw it pleasure your wife last night."

I reluctantly lifted me face up and lay it on her thigh. Not realizing that it brought my face perilously close to his specimen.

"Touch his sacs - that was produced the abundant semen that was leaking through my pussy and you tasted it on my lips."

Manisha's verbal foreplay was getting uncomfortable but I had endure it to ensure that they don't derive any pleasure from it. I didn't think this kind of humiliation would last longer than a few sessions. Quite suddenly Manisha twisted her waist, in the process bringing my face on top of his pelvis and in no time Manisha used his penis as paint brush and painted his precum on my lips.

"Inhale the aroma honey," she said, "that is how a real man's smells."

"And this is what we expect on an alpha bull!"

"It's okay, honey," she urged me, "lick it."

It wasn't as if I hadn't felt this close to his penis last night. I tentatively flicked my tongue across his peehole. It was obscenely salty and it was clear that he hadn't washed it at all the whole day.

"That's it," she goaded.

"This has provided immense pleasure to your wife; the least you could do is bob your head over it a few times."

And then I found Kishanchanji's hand pushing my head. His knob pursed my lips and I found myself licking his pee hole just the way Manisha did. It was in my mouth about a fleeting ten-fifteen seconds but that was enough for it to put me in my place for the rest of the life.

She pushed me aside and said, "Come on honey, prepare me for him."

She scooted further down to fellate him herself while splaying her legs for me. Her pussy was already lubricating and didn't need any preparation but I licked her lips to pleasure her. She gave him a masterly blow job for quite some time again.

A brief look at the watch confirmed that we approached an hour already and again they hadn't even started the intercourse. Unlike the previous night, she didn't have thoughts of extending it for long. She flipped around and straddled my face. I thought, Kishanchanji would get a blow job standing up but when came around to my side, I was a little worried. Wasn't sure if Kishanchanji had any gay tendencies. Fortunately, nothing of that sort happened but the inevitable did happen as Manisha straddled my face and leaned forward. Kishanchanji positioned himself behind her and pushed his penis inside her pussy.

Unlike, the other times where Manisha would sensually moan in response to his action, she just let out an audible grunt as he pushed it in more than halfway into her. Sometimes even such a small gesture can convey a lot. While we all love the sensual moans as a reaction to such an initiation, in reality these are only exaggerated to give the audience a little pleasure. Quite often, that's how a real women reacts to such an onslaught. For instance, after Tushar's birth, I couldn't practically ever give her such an groan, no matter how hard I pushed her into. The only time I was successful when she was in awkward position and I tried to push into her much earlier than expected. In that position I could barely see much as it got dark outside and both Manisha and Kishanchanji had pretty much blocked light. My other sensory organs, however, were in overdrive. The pristine clean smell of Manisha was mixed with pungent and rather unclean smell of Kishanchanji's equipment. My ears could catch every tiny little voice of hers and I could truly understand the pleasure Kishanchanji was giving. I supplemented that divine pleasure with my tongue on her clit and the result was starkly evident. Within only a few strokes she shuddered and came down crashing on my lips. With that Kishanchanji's large sacs were rubbing on on my chin and the pungent odor directly found its way into me. It was one thing to be alarmed that my wife was entertaining him in such unhygienic state and quite another when you find her openly admitting her liking to accept him in that state.

Manisha was constantly leaking juices during the whole episode, drop by drop, it kept on dripping on my mouth and nose. Kishanchanji kept on alternating the tempo between rapid strokes and long and deep strokes. When she couldn't tolerate my attention on her clit, she would adjust her position so that I would lick more on the sides of her pussy, thereby having to make very good contact with his penis, which by now I had gotten used to.

Several times during the fucking, I saw Manisha stand up all the way on her knees while Kishanchanji held her from behind and continued pushing his penis deep into her. She would turn her face and kiss him and practically groan into his mouth with his each thrust. When she was not kissing, she would drop her face down, taking in the complete feeling of that with me down and licking at her clit and he thrusting from behind. I may have missed it the last evening but the pleasure was all over her face. It was so evident that by the fact that not once did she notice me laying under her in that awkward position while I kept on looking up at her. She consumed with the mixture of pain and pleasure. I couldn't be sure but it seemed that he was already fucking her for about ten minutes.

She got back to her normal position and then would pull forward every now and then until whole of his penis would come out and drop on my face. Kishanchanji adroitly used those opportunities to smear their juices on my lips generously by rubbing it on my lips. Neither of us had any gay tendencies and it just seemed their way of ensuring that I stayed in my place.

They were pretty tired in that position and made haste. Manisha was already delirious by the time Kishanchanji decided to escalate it further. His hard pushes and Manisha's incoherent state made it difficult for me as she transferred more of her weight on me and that made breathing a little difficult. Fortunately, Manisha was aware of this and provided reprieve every now and then. Eventually, with a huge grunt he unloaded into her. The perverse pleasure of feeling it pulsate wildly inside her pussy caused me to reach out to my pecker. He pulled her back once again to kiss her and she obliged, although that only meant that spurt after spurt that had been ejected deep into her womb would make its way back down now.

They lovingly hugged each other and kissed as the mixture of their juices started trickling down. Despite having made with Manisha several times in a day, his semen continued to be thicker than ever; a sign of his virility. This also made it difficult for it to descend down immediately. In fact, apart from Manisha's juices, I didn't taste much until, Kishanchanji disengaged from her. Even when they disengaged, she continued kissing him, essentially holding him in the same position with the only difference now that his flaccid penis rested on my face, which his knob resting across my lips, ending on my chin. And this is when Manisha pushed me past the limits. Her hand held his pecker from back and rubbed it against her pussy before shoving down towards my lips. I knew this was coming. She pushed the knob directly on my lips and rubbed it to spread their juices on my lips. It was already inundated with their juices, but getting it directly from the source is quite another thing. Her other hand came from front to massage his exposed knob and her fingers gently probed my lips. With one hand she guided it into my mouth and with the other she encouraged me to part my lips. I had walked so much down the rabbit hole that retreat seemed a distant possibility. My tongue moved up and gently flicked her fingers, which gave her a signal that I was ready and then she shoved into my mouth. The bitter substance dulled my taste as I kept slurping it with my tongue. Manisha stroked his penis, guiding even the very last drop into my mouth. Most of his substance was up her snatch and within a few moments, she let go of his penis and let him come around to feed his penis into her mouth. She placed her pussy squarely on top of my lips and let gravity help down his seed.

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It was quite a sight to watch his flaccid yet thick like a sausage cock bounce around in her hands as she licked every part of it to clean his cum. She spent a minute or so and by then his semen found its way into my mouth but it was still clinging to her outer lips and I had to flick my tongue to get it down. When I tried to suck on her clit in between she pushed me back and made me focus on her lower lips. She had no intention of intensifying her experience anymore. I was worried that Kishanchanji would disengage from her and she would continue to ride my face until I had completely cleaned up. However, Kishanchanji had other intentions; after she had cleaned him up completely, he turned around and presented his bum. She tentatively gave few brief kisses on his bum but that didn't satisfy him and then she gave a few wet kisses on his bum. When he persisted; she tried evading his request for a little while by spending her time touching his bum and kneading it. Enough of perfunctory acts were performed but that didn't dislodge him from that position. I might be imagining this but it was quite evident that she wasn't willing to lick his anal opening yet. Although, she had said earlier that she wouldn't hesitate. Perhaps she was hesitating because she was already satiated. Regardless, when my tongue flicked across her clit, she shuddered and instead of pushing me aside she experienced the feeling. That only encouraged me do it a few more times and soon enough it intoxicated her and she shed her inhibitions. Her tongue darted into the dark black hole. Moans from Kishanchanji confirmed that her tongue was at the right spot and she was doing what he expected her to do. I also found her rock back and forth her hips in an effort to increase the friction with my tongue. A little by little more and more of his semen dropped down and my mouth and nose was smeared with the slimy, white liquid. As time progressed, Manisha's languid actions were turning into active ones and she tried to pleasure him to the fullest extent. It worked. Kishanchanji complemented with words and sometimes with his moans. While it did seem like a long while but she rimmed him for about five minutes or so and this was after they both had climaxed.


Kishanchanji left us alone to take a shower in the bathroom and Manisha asked me to lay on the bed properly. She laid next to me and started kissing me. Her hand found my pecker once again and she started stroking it for what it was worth. She cleaned up the slimy liquid from my face and kissed me deeply. By now, I was past my reservations and didn't mind her perverse actions. Realizing that I may not be able to hold it for long, she slowed down the tempo and mouthed the words, "Thank you!"

"He is mighty happy with you."

Her hand moved southwards and her finger probed my anal opening. I wondered if she would give me the same treatment.

"Do you want him to try this hole?" she whispered gently.

"What?"

I was stunned at what she was suggesting. She laughed and said, "Not yours mine."

"Didn't you try it already?" I asked puzzled.

"NO."

"He is too big," she said.

"I didn't think you could all of this," she continued.

"Well, I can't," retorted.

"Doesn't seem like, though."

"Your friend called to speak to me," I quipped.

"Who?"

"Guess who?"

"Who could call you on a cruise ship?" she asked.

"Mamta."

She didn't say much but there was differently some concern in her eyes but she still asked me, "Why?"

"She was suggesting that I stop you from becoming too adventurous."

She had a puzzled look on her face, so I clarified, "She wants you to be only with Kishanchanji and don't try your luck with other men."

"You shouldn't pay much attention to her."

"But she is sensible," I countered.

"She wants us to be tied down to only one person - who is twice my age."

"Honey, she is suggesting that you should consider getting pregnant by him."

"I never refused to that," she countered.

"This bound to happen and just a matter of time."

"But that doesn't mean we can't expand our little club to include other folks."

"Amirchanji, you mean?"

"Yes and perhaps some others."

"We need to be careful as the more folks we involve the worse it can get," I gently whispered.

"So, you want me to be solely his mistress?" she asked. Looking at me surprised by my suggestion. I nodded.

"You understand the consequences, right?"

"It would be better than what you have in mind," I retorted.

"And how do you plan to manage Amirchanji?" she asked.

"Not sure. Let's see."

"If it comes to that you can always attend to him after you are pregnant."

"She surely has brainwashed you," she quipped as her hand and again started stroking my penis.

"You never told me - what did you think of her?"

"She is good," I said, somewhat embarrassed. She looked at me and waited for me to say more.

"She isn't as pretty as you but I like her." Manisha smiled.

"Oh BTW, she also told me about you and Kishanchanji - what happened from the first time."

Manisha held her breath, the moment she heard this. There was some irritation on her face but mostly it was surprise. She didn't expect it from Mamta I thought. Right around the time Kishanchanji stepped out and she whispered, "Let's not talk about it now."

She continued the act while kissing me in the dark after Kishanchanji switched out the lights. She made no haste and played with me for another ten minutes before I ejaculated. She sent me away and I reluctantly left the two on their bed and headed back to my bunker after cleaning up. I couldn't sleep as the thoughts of what was hidden from me bothered me but I was relieved too in some ways knowing that there was no way she was going to have her period next month. It took about another half-hour or so and just when I was dozing off, I noticed that Kishanchanji was making out with her again. The lights were off but I knew that he took her to yet another climax in a matter of half-hour. I had not much interest after having spent earlier but my admiration for Kishanchanji only grew. The old bastard mounted her once again for what I thought was another half-hour in the early morning.

He dozed off soon after that episode again but Manisha sauntered to my bunk and woke me up with her sloppy kisses. She was smelling like shit with all the semen and ugly morning breath but that didn't stop her from pushing her tongue into my foul mouth again. Although, I was spent for the night, her sexual state got me going within a few minutes. Her hand crept into my pajamas and stroked my cock furiously. She kissed me passionately and I forgot everything nasty about our situation and indulged her instead. She was smoking hot as she explored every corner of my mouth while her hand toyed with my penis and sacs.

"I love you my little cuckold," she whispered into my ear.

Now this was not the first time she used this word but certainly wasn't the first time where she used it lovingly and confidently. It seemed to me that she was a little drunk but as far as I knew she never touched alcohol but her demeanor that night conveyed otherwise.

[Ramesh_Rocky]

"You know," she whispered, "he has been waiting for such a night all these years."


"More importantly, I have been waiting."

"I love you immensely," she continued, "but now that you have finally accepted your secondary position, it is only appropriate that you get sex only on our terms."

"You bastard," she quipped.

"You want him to stretch my arsehole," she blurted.

"Never stood up for me - do you know what pain it would cause if he really shoved it up my arse."

She moved her fingers to my anus and probed the opening. She pushed it forcefully inside to show me the pain but surprisingly it wasn't as painful as I thought it would and soon she seesawed through the opening. I moaned into her mouth and she kissed me passionately.

"Lick it all up," she said and climbed the bed and positioned herself on my mouth. After eating her out to her heart's content, she scooted next to me and kissed me on my lips again.

"You are the best husband one can wish for," she said.

"Don't worry I would be the best wife," she continued.

"I have changed my mind - it would only be Kishanchanji from now on."

"Until you approve of others."

"What changed your mind?" I asked.

"You."

"Your subservience to the man whom you hate the most."

"If you are willing to do that then why should I not heed your advice," she said.

"Good," I responded hesitantly.

"Honey I love you."

"This is what you want," she said, "don't ever think any less of yourself."

"You love this idea of your wife mating with a well endowed man," she continued, "but not everything would good according to our wishes."

"He is going to impregnate me - your wife," she said and kissed on her lips.

"Do you really want it?" I asked.

"What about you?" she answered with a question.

"The idea excites me," I responded.

"Well we can try it then."

"Do you really want it though?"

She looked deeply into my eyes. It was early dawn, so we could see each other in the early morning light.

"Honey, this is not about you," she said in an assured voice.

"But honestly after having witnessed everything don't you think you know the answer?"

"Still?"

"Honey he is like god's grace to us," she said in an assured tone.

"Do you really think you could fuck me like that the whole night?"

"You are at best average," she said.

"In your size and your ability to please."

"Honey you don't realize," she continued, "but practically all your associates, your relatives, practically most of the middle aged men in your circle are eyeing for an opportunity with me."

"How am I supposed to fend them off," she added, "if you can't keep me fully satisfied."

"Manisha," I asked puzzled, "this is surprising to me - I thought you never had any complains with our sex life."

"Vinit, I am not complaining but don't you think our sexual life has been far more colorful ever since Kishanchanji started boning your wife?"

"But weren't you satisfied with our love making?"

"I was," she said, "but when I think about my episodes with him there was great deal missing."

"Honey our sex was what a husband-wife did in the bedroom," she continued.

"With him it is much more - it's like you finding the best stallion to breed your mare."

"It is primal at its best," she continued. Her hand swept down to my pecker that was stiff like a rod.

"See just talking about it makes you hot," she said, and kissed me again.

"We may have a surprise news soon," she said.

"I thought you were on the pills."

"Actually, I thought about taking them but somehow I knew that you would like this sooner or later."

"Honey, I started ovulating few days back - so yes it just seems as if God intended it."

"You would be a fantastic father," she added lovingly and pushed her tongue deep into my mouth. Her kiss grew passionate once again.

"We don't want to waste any time - and aren't thinking of stopping any time soon."

"Are you ready for the ride honey?" she asked.

I kissed her back and got on top of her. She kissed me lovingly and made place for me and splayed her legs further.

"Honey," she said, "it is okay for now but don't try to mount me until I ask you to do so."

"Why?"

"Because this will kill your appetite quickly," she replied.

"We are on an exciting journey, so your pent up state is very important."

"If you waste it on a petty-fuck then you won't enjoy it as much."

"But," I started to complain but she cut me off with a kiss and said, "it is for your own good." She quickly sheathed my penis and pushed into her pussy folds and truth be told, all I felt was a gaping hole that I struggled to feel.

She let me pump it to my heart's content. Fortunately, I was not going to spend it quickly and I fucked her for what seemed like an eternity. While this may be nothing in comparison to what Kishanchanji does to her but it was well over ten minutes of raw stroking. And it certainly had an effect. Manisha was moaning crazy by the end of it. Kishanchanji was so tired with the whole night of sex that he hardly noticed it. I was still was not done but the condom got so dry that we had to stop.

"You are going strong honey," she said smiling.

"I want to take you from behind," I said.

"Seriously?" she giggled hearing my impossible plea. I was serious about it, so she simply turned around and stuffed a pillow under her ass.

"Aim for the right hole," she joked and then spread her legs for me. If I told it was difficult, I would be lying; it just plain seemed impossible. Her nicely shaped bum covered the hole for the most part and that meant that I needed my penis to be an inch longer to cover for it. Even then I tried and pushed my penis into her and pumped her for what it was worth. Manisha grunted as I wildly thrusted into her from behind. It was almost impossible to keep myself lodged inside her but I tried my best and after a few times, I kept it in most of the way while furiously stroking her. And for once, Manisha groaned the way she did when she mated with Kishanchanji. It was a triumphant moment for me; one that restored my self-esteem after having surrendered my husbandly duties to him. I learned later that this position stimulates the g-spot much more easily and if you can screw a woman long enough in this awkward position long enough, then it is a sure fire way to satisfy her.

"Oh, honey," she exhaled with her labored breath. She turned around and looked me into my eyes.

"There is no way my pussy can take it anymore," she whispered.

"I can't feel you much," she added, "all it causing is more irritation now."

It bothered me but I realized that she had been fucked a dozen times already on this trip.

She kissed me and said, "let me help you," and then she started jerking me off.

"Go slow," I pleaded, "I don't want to hasten it."

"I see," she whispered, "well then let's imagine him taking you from behind."

Her fingers probed my anal opening. I lay next to her to prolong this.

"Honey you should insist on Kishanchanji taking a shower before coming to bed," I quipped.

She looked at me cross as if I said something crazy.

"Ideally, this is what I would want," she answered, "but seriously that is part of the excitement and I don't think you can ask that of your alpha male."

"Aren't you taking it too far?"

"Perhaps but I don't think we can change this and honestly I really want it to be natural."

Somehow her response had sparked the fire in me and my penis sputtered the semen inside the condom. She was thrilled with my performance we slept in our arms after that. We overslept that night but Tushar woke us up early and so we headed for breakfast and finally got a chance to talk about her indiscretions.

"So, Mamta did seem to spice things for you," she started.

"Why do you say that?'

"Well you never told me that Kishanchanji made out with you that evening."

"Did she tell you that?"

"And how she separated you folks and saved you."

"Really?"

"Did she say that?"

I nodded.

"And you believed it?"

"Not quite. But you can tell me the truth."

"You think you can handle the truth?"

She asked giving me that look. It confirmed that the truth was definitely insidious and perhaps Mamta only brushed over the things cursorily.

"You can ask me whatever you want?" she said.

"I am going to give it to you," she said, "but be warned that you may not like what you hear."

"Did you have sex with Kishanchanji before our engagement?"

She shot a look at me and emphatically said, "No."

"After our engagement but before our marriage?"

"Depends on what is your definition of sex," she answered.

"So the answer is yes." She kept a straight face.

"Did you have sex with him after our marriage but before this year?"

"Again depends on the definition of what you consider having sex," she replied with a hint of tease.

It surprised me to hear this and I never thought that Manisha could have been so slutty. This was even before I broached up the subject of promiscuous lifestyle. Looking at my puzzled face, she smiled and said, "It is not as bad as you are imagining."

"Really?"

"You did things behind my back - and you don't think it is wrong?" I shot at her.

"Look," she countered immediately, "a normal husband would never let his wife do anything that you let me do either."

"Don't look at my faults while ignoring yours."

"Weren't you too happy surfing the smut and getting these crazy ideas?"

"But I never did anything wrong?"

"Neither did I," she said haughtily.

"It is about what happened to me," she added.

"Why didn't you complain?"

"What's there to complain?"

"I don't get it."

"What did Mamta tell you?" she asked.

"Just what I shared with you yesterday."

"And you believed it?"

"Aren't you corroborating what she said?"

"What did I say?"

"We need to have a conversation here," I said frustrated.

"And that's possible when you stop judging the other person."

"Look," I said, "I hope I don't sound harsh if I say that I have the right to know what happened."

"Even if you have done something then it is fine but I need to know."

"Ah..."

"You should have started this way..."

"I told you how it started," she began.

"From the day one it was apparent he was sexually attracted to me."

"This wasn't a problem as a lot of my elderly relatives behaved in a similar manner."

"But Kishanchanji was different."

"Despite not very good looking, he pursued me with utter disregard to societal norms."

"I approached Mamta soon after our engagement with my concern."

"She was considerate in the beginning but turned out to be a bitch."

"She told me that you were a wimp anyways and that I should expect someone like him to fulfill your marital duties."

"Really?"

"The wording may not be right but she essentially conveyed that to me."

"And you bought it?"

"Of course not."

"But you convinced me that whatever Mamta said was true."

"How did that happen?"

"Before we got married, I visited your house perhaps five or six times."

"Six."

"Of those six times, five times you made me spend time with Kishanchanji."

"One of the times Kishanchanji wasn't around, so it was easy."

"But him and his daughters spent lot of time at our place - so him being around was pretty normal."

"Yes."

"But it is not normal for one to leave his fiancee in the company of a well known lecher."

"It is true that I knew Kishanchanji fancied you but I never thought it would come to something like this."

"It wasn't just that," she countered, "he kept on sending you for running errands and you simply obeyed."

"Are you sure?"

"Absolutely," she said emphatically, "moreover on two occasions, he took your seat next to me and you didn't even object nor did you try to find your way back."

To provide context for the readers, let me elaborate on the circumstances she was referring to. It usually was a family get together when she visited except for couple of instances when it was only Kishanchanji's family and us. Those were the days, when I never objected to Kishanchanji's commands and perhaps that gave him the audacity to aim for my prized possession. Kishanchanji did send me on a wild goose change a few times but I really didn't believe he was trying to woo her. It did annoy me then but my read about his behavior was misplaced. Over the years, I distanced from him as I had to find my own identity to earn some kind of standing in front of Manisha. We obviously couldn't severe our relationship with him.

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"And did he misbehave during those times?" I managed to ask.


"Not quite but neither was he gentlemanly."

"It was evident that he was lusting for me."

"And Mamta didn't help you then?"

"She was like - in that house there are two eligible bachelors and that I was getting engaged to not the most eligible one."

"When I complained how her Father was leching at me."

"She would initially brush it off. And later told me point blank that he was destined to screw your wife."

"He had a way with women and you were always under his thumb."

"Well I grew up under his guidance largely," I reasoned.

"She told me all about that how you were obligated to everything that he did for you and your family."

"Let me not go there," I countered, "but he did do a few things and then screwed a few things."

"He wanted me to get married to his daughter Mamta and even Mamta liked me but it was too early for me to get married. Mamta, however, married very early."

"It is not my fault that he didn't wait long enough," I complained.

"But I am glad that I didn't marry his daughter."

"I am not sure what fate could have been better," said Manisha.

"Anyway, she didn't say it explicitly but said that if I was too concerned about her father then I should call off the wedding as this would be an ongoing thing."

"Really?"

"Yes."

"She warned me that he was pushy and soon would have his way and she kept on saying that you wouldn't stand up to her if something of that sort did happen."

"And all the other events said to me clearly that he did have an upper hand in your relationship."

"She told me everything about him and why he was pursuing me."

"Why?"

"Several things - the fact that he was single for quite long in the recent past, his adventurous streak, his fascination for women, and the fact that he was lucky with quite a few of them in an extramarital relationship."

"We were about a month away from our wedding then. And all this talk had a strange effect on body. Although, I didn't find him attractive my mind was getting cluttered with thoughts of him."

"Around him I felt unsure and often was in a sexually excited state, which only encouraged him."

"One evening when we were heading out for doing our clothes, shopping, he joined us. You were out - but it was Mamta, her husband, Malini and myself."

"At the very last minute he joined us and he sat next to him in the behind seat."

"And?"

"And he held your dear wife by her waist for the next twenty minutes."

"Did he try to abuse in any other way?"

"No."

"That's it - but it was enough for me to wet my panties!"

"What were you wearing?"

"Is that exciting you?"

"Not really," I feigned.

"I want to imagine it though."

She smiled.

"It was my usual trousers and a tight top," she said, "but the important part was that part of my waist was exposed and his hand nestled in that portion."

"He only felt it a little bit and largely kept his hand in place the rest of the drive."

"Mamta told me later that since I was warming up to him, she can make a deal with her father."

"Strange."

"Yes. She said that she could convince her Father to not push but wait for my approval."

"And you agreed."

"NO."

"Wait, why did she think that you were warming up?"

Manisha had queasy smile but she decided not to hold her horses back.

"May be this was partially my fault," she added.

"In what way?"

"For going along with some of the things she tried."

"What?"

"Wait - don't judge me," she pushed me back, "you accepted him as the alpha male of our family, so you can't complain if I have behaved in accordance to that."

"Wait we never talked about this until now," I complained.

"Well too bad," she responded haughtily.

"Look I said I don't want to judge."

"But your actions don't suggest that."

"And the stuff I have been doing is to pander to your needs."

"So, you are suggesting that I like to see you taking his equipment in your mouth?"

"Then why push me for it?"

"To fulfill your needs," she countered.

"You love the smell of it, you love the taste of it.

"Let me check," she said, and quite brazenly groped my bulge. It obviously was inflated with blood as all this talk had worked me up.

"See," she whispered, "this obviously excites you," she added giving me a peck on my lips.

"Now if you accept your fate," she continued, "and don't hesitate as much tonight, I would share the gory details."

"On second thoughts - we should wait for that until we have fully embraced him in our lives."

"But," I pushed her but she cut me off by saying, "Trust me, this is perhaps better for both of us."

"But," I pushed her again.

"Look, I will summarize it if it still unnerves you but the fun is in the details."

"As I explained - I was going down the slippery slope too fast but Mamta knew that this may jeopardize our marriage if it escalated too soon."

"So, she persuaded her father to keep away from me for a little while - until I was ready to be adventurous."

"Just like that?" I countered.

"No," she responded calmly.

"Mamta had grand plans," she continued.

"Virginity was a small price to pay for, if they could secure a woman who was ready to be bred for life."

"So that was the plan all along?"

"Yes - I tried to avoid it many times but you were simply too thrilled to go down that path."

I objected to it but she ignored and I too realized that none of it would have transpired without my willingness.

"So, nothing happened?"

She looked at me as if I was stupid but then she realized that perhaps was not entirely untrue.

"Well, leaving a young virgin without putting a stamp on her is no good sign for a lecher."

"On the day, we were supposed to consume our marriage," she continued, "Mamta made the arrangements for me to spend time with Kishanchanji."

"Just before we bedtime," she added.

"Really?"

"And you fell for it?"

"Seriously?"

"What would you have done if you had such an opportunity with Mamta?"

I didn't respond, knowing that this was but natural.

"What was the plan?" I asked

"He just wanted to get intimate with me - no intercourse."

"And he did," I quipped.

"Yes; it was heavenly."

"We rolled in our marital bed for almost half-an-hour, before Mamta interrupted us."

"There was no intercourse - it was just kissing."

"Now, keep with your promise honey," she said and broke the conversation abruptly and left.

That night was pretty much a repeat of what we did the previous night with the difference that I spent a lot of time licking his penis while he fucked her.

We returned from their honeymoon and life resumed as usual. As expected, Manisha slept with him that whole month but she did make the excursions to my room where we would continue it with similar passion. She would ensure that my penis was sheathed but occasionally she would let me come in her mouth. Soon I learned that Manisha was gifted with remarked libido that I alone could have never quenched even if I was gifted in that department.

One evening, just like the normal way, she received me at the door and the pulling me into the downstairs bedroom gave me a sloppy kiss. With nervous smile, she said, "You are going to be a father again."

[Ramesh_Rocky]

I didn't know how to respond but kissed her in response.


"I didn't think it would be so quick," she quipped. There was a lot of nervousness in her voice.

"I am not surprised," I answered.

"How are we going to manage two of them?"

"It's normal - Tushard would be two by then."

"It's too early," she quipped.

"Are you kidding?" I joked.

"This lady from my office had five kids in a matter of eight years."

"She was feeding two of them on a regular basis."

Manisha smiled but in a concerned tone asked, "Are you okay with this?"

"We have not been fair to you," she added.

"But you pushed me in this direction," she justified.

"I know. I know."

"I am not complaining."

"Look this is a good thing," I argued.

"Kishanchanji is getting older so the sooner the better."

"Are you honest or just saying to please me."

"No - really honey," I said taking her into my arms.

"I don't want you to err too much," I added.

She looked at my strangely.

"I mean with anyone else," I clarified.

"You really want me to be dedicated to Kishanchanji?" she asked, looking at me intently.

I nodded.

"You mean beyond the three year period?" she asked, waiting for my response. We were standing in an embrace but she had pulled back to look at my face. It perhaps was difficult for her to register my expression as the toilet light was behind my back.

"Yes."

She stared at me intently. A soft smile had adorned her face and then mischievously she asked, "Why do I feel that thing between your legs swelling?"

"You really want me to be like that woman from your office?"

I nodded.

"You don't want me to entertain Amirchanji?" she asked, quickly changing the track.

"Not right now - and not until Kishanchanji has more than his fair share."

She had a faint smile.

"You have really enjoyed watch me make out with me on our honeymoon!"

"It's not that," I countered, "I just think that you would have sexually a richer life if you embrace him wholeheartedly."

"Which I have," she argued.

"And may be we can just let fate decide our destiny."

We made out quite leisurely in that dimly lit restroom once again but she didn't allow me anything beyond kissing that evening. Mamta had spend time with me that afternoon, so I wasn't really longing for it. In fact, Mamta has been meeting me thrice a week but sex with her was rather plain. She made simple sex mostly lying on her back and occasionally on the top. No matter, how much I tried she would not consider any other positions. She detested my fingers probing her anal area and kept herself spotlessly clean during all those sessions. Her breath would be clinical and didn't evoke any passion in me. She expected similar hygiene from me as well. Another major issue was that she could not last long and would climax in no time. Going down on was practically impossible as she would coerce me to mount her in almost no time.

It was quite evident that she really fancied me as she would often call me and talk to me on a regular basis and several times dropped hints of wanting to see me. It was sad for me to let her down time and again due to the intense work pressure that Amirchanji was subjecting me to. That was part of the reason he was successful and I was certainly glad to have him as another mentor. Anyway, Mamta loved making out with me but she simply couldn't be another Manisha for me. And perhaps this is the difference between Manisha and her; apart from the differences in the beauty department, Manisha was really a desirable woman. Just imagining an old codger like Kishanchanji having access to a saucy lady like her - who was adventurous and ever willing to please him in the bedroom - is impossible. Yet that was the reality. Quite possibly it was also the main reason why Kishanchanji decided to settle on her. After all, she behaved just like Mamta then he would have no incentive to court her. He obviously needed someone far more promiscuous and livid. I enjoyed Mamta's charms but didn't get to see Malini yet. Mamta was flippant about her and kept on saying that she would soon join. Anyway, that day wasn't too far.

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