Adultery The Unwanted Houseguest by Indiansubmale - a tribute

[manasi]

I'm delighted seeing some questions from very few readers. Majority, as appears are not interested.

I will be back shortly with updates of chapter 34. I promise to complete it before Dec 20.

Sorry to keep you all waiting.

I have a small query. Do anybody of you have read 'Venus in Furs'?

[Vks1]

Thanks for being back but thinking that only few are interested hope you don't complete it omitting some updates. Even if only few are interested, they deserve to read your every single update you have thought of. Thanks again. You're awesome.

[manasi]

Chapter 34 will be will be essentially a revisit to the original story and quite boring specially the analysis part. Jaya's analysis will follow after Kavita's confession. It calls for a lot of patience. However, I included it for enthusiastic readers to initiate the brain storming.

The analysis part will be rapid firing type, one update each day. I intend to complete the chapter 34 on or before Dec 20th. It is quite lengthy consisting of 9 updates. Chapter 35 will be relatively short one with 2 updates.

Read chapter 34 with open mind. You can expect update either tonight or tomorrow morning.

[twinciteeguy]

you r writing  very logically and hence post all. many in this forum read n enjoy  but just leave.

[manasi]

34.1
Kavita
 
 
 
 
 
Originally, we were hailing from a place very near to Nasik. It was a small town with minimum facilities. My parents were from well off upper cast society and strictly vegetarian. They were rich but not above orthodox mentality. Since child hood I have seen them performing pujas very religiously. My father Aviram Joshi was a respectful person in the society. He valued cultural morality above personal needs. He valued education, especially women’s education. One side he talked about women’s liberty and on the other side physical and mental purity of women was equally important to him. Modernism and stagnation both simultaneously adorned his character. My mother Anita was shadow of my father. She always believed my father blindly and followed him irrespective of any outcome. Was she afraid of my father? I don’t know. What I knew that she loved him more than her life.  His wishes were last words in her life. Her life revolved around my father.
 
 
I was only child of my parents. Since childhood I was pampered. My parents loved me a lot but never allowed me indulging in any kind of activities jeopardizing societal moral values. I was encouraged to perform pujas and spiritual activities. I was educated on moral values of a woman and preserve virtues of a good woman. The do’s and don’ts were well defined in my life.
 
 
I had a very lonely childhood. We were only three. Very seldom, I had opportunity to play around. The college was better. I could play with other girls. House was like a jail. Not that my parents did not take care of me. There were no dearth of love & care from my parents. I was missing the company of my age group. I used to make complains to my mother for siblings. My mother always solaced me saying, “God has decided against it. We can’t change his decision. Whatever he does is for our betterment. But don’t worry; you will get a lot of children.” Since then, I dreamed off a lot of children of my own. The truth revealed, only when I was in college during my intermediate course. My mother had to abort her 2nd issue at very advanced stage due to medical complications. It was a boy. She was advised against further pregnancy due to acute anaemia.My apparently happy mother was not happy in her mind. She still remembered her unborn child. “If he had been alive, he would have finished college.” She would tell me very often. She confided me of her feelings. For her it was like a murder. She was always remorseful of killing an innocent life. I started hating abortion. If I could delete the word from human life, I thought!
 
 
The puberty brought a lot of changes in me. I was told about monthly impurity. At this stage I know, it is a must biological process of every woman’s life and there is nothing impure in it. But it is difficult to forgo the practices implanted in your mind so easily. Even today, some restrictions have their traces in my mind and some of the restrictions I still follow without any proper logical resolves. The restrictions on my activities increased during my periods.  I was being treated as untouchable during those days. There were sudden changes in my physical appearances. My breasts started to grow. Pubic hairs started appearing.I felt a growing insecurity over my body. I felt a strong desire to hide me from myself and all others. Even today, period is a taboo word for me in my subconscious mind.
 
 
Even before attaining puberty, I was cut off from boys. I was discouraged to speak to male members outside of my family. My collegeing started in girl’s college. Then higher secondary education continued in a women’s college. A few girls used to come to college in western dress. Nasik was developing at rapid space. Western culture especially on fashion front was spreading under direct influence from Mumbai.  My dress was mostly sari and for a few occasions shalwar kameez.  I grew fondness in western dress, though it was beyond my reach. I wanted to experiment. I knew, my father will never allow. It’s only increased my frustration. I started blaming my fate, my upbringing culture.
 
 
There was no chance for me to mingle with boys. I developed some kind of attraction towards opposite sex. The girls of my age were involved in gossiping about their boyfriends. I used to listen and get excited. They discussed everything. Kissing and fondling were very common. Many a time they discussed about hand job and blowjob also. The vivid description of sexual intimacy was intensifying in my mind. I started visualising me in their place. The illusions made me more excited. Very often, I used to immerse into virtual world. I used to spend hours imagining my unknown boyfriend kissing me, fondling my breast or sucking me. I never imagined about blowjob. I hated the concept from very beginning. I always considered it sick and wired. Even mere thought of taking male organ in mouth used to create vomiting sensation. I had no clear idea about male organ. I had never seen them in reality except in prints. My knowledge was limited to biology class book. It was the member of males for dual purpose, for pissing and intercourse. Yes, the meaning and purpose of intercourse was known, courtesy to my matured friends in the college. Towards end of my intermediate education, I had chance to look at colour prints of male organ.
 
 
I was better in studies. I performed better in higher secondary and secured a place in one of the prestigious engineering college in Mumbai. Hostel should have been the first choice. My father opined differently. He relocated himself to suburb of Mumbai near to my college. My engineering college life started. My condition was like setting into vast sea from well. Everywhere, there was freedom. Boys were not from another world. They were entity of the same class and sometimes from same bench. The western dresses were no more out of bounds. Permission was granted for jeans and T-shirts with some restrictions. My father had no option but to extend this small liberty. His society had changed. No longer he could behave like a pun and restrict me in primitivism. His changes were in his outer shell. My father was same as earlier when considered about moral values within boundaries of our house. I had to restrict myself in sari-blouse inside house.
 
 
My world changed. Distinctly there were two opposite phases, total freedom in college and partial restriction in house. I had to maintain tranquillity in house, though some shadow of college life always induced. My transformation was quite visible. I was learning life at quite greater pace. I was keen to acquire my lost world. My figure was attractive and my face had an appealing beauty. Within a very short period, I was able to draw attention of opposite sexes. No of my boyfriends surpassed girlfriends. The girls were jealous. Many of them resorted to revealing dresses to win over boys’ attractions. My boyfriends comprised all types. Some were romantic. Some were materialistic. I had temptations to experiment my sexuality. A growing desire to fulfil untouched virtual dream occasionally engulfed my mind. I had my limitations. I could suppress my feelings. Slowly I could win over my obsession. Some of the girls lost their virginity by end of second year. I was confident to preserve for my future husband. I maintained a purposeful physical distance from all of my boyfriends. Many tried to seduce me. Successfully, I could thwart off their plans.
 
 
In the middle of my third year, I was swept by a storm called Prem. He was one-year junior to me in college. His full name was Amir Ali. He was famous in friend circle by Prem for his relationship with multiple girls simultaneously. A few girls were looking for physical satisfaction from him. No attachment, no emotional baggage. He seems had specialised in this field. A few jealous girls contemplated me against Prem, they baited my virginity. I was not aware of these.  On one rainy day afternoon, he kissed me in a deserted corner catching me in surprise.  I was taken aback by his boldness.  Immediately, he apologized. I could complain against Prem. By complaining, I would not gain anything.  Prem would be free with some reprimand. Similar incidents already happened in the college. The concerned girl will be taunted not only by the boys but also by the girls. Making it public only would defame me. Gossip would start. Someday, it would reach to my house. I allowed the incident to die. Back in home, I was excited thinking about the incident. This was first time, some male kissed me. It was not consensual but enough to ignite my virtual world of fantasy.  Even though it was forced, I started liking it. My fantasy blossomed.
 
 
For over a month, Prem was not visible. I had no idea whether he was attending college or not. I almost forgot the incidents, when one late afternoon he resurfaced, apologized again and offered me a coffee.  I accepted. We had discussion over coffee on various topics including his sudden disappearance. He explained about his hobby of photography and reasoned the same for his sudden disappearance. His depth of knowledge on any subject was limited. He camouflaged his weakness with vivid presentation. He knew the art of keeping a woman happy in humorous company. Kissing episode did not figure in our discussion.  He did not show any intention of touching me.  These coffee sessions repeated over and over. I was getting confidence in his company. When he asked for my company for his local photographic tours, I found it interesting. I accepted. Mostly, on Sundays and college holidays, we were travelling length and breadth of Mumbai. I excused myself in home pretending of project works. One Sunday, we visited Gorai beach in north Mumbai. It was very lonely and only very few couples were visible, mostly college going students. He took my hand in his while we were seated on hide of a big boulder at sea shore. He put his hand around my shoulder and pulled me towards him. The close proximity of a strong man, his masculinity, a toxic scent of his body odour mixed with my perfume, the open sky above head and the roaring sound of sea water breaking on stones had mystic effect on my mind. I had no idea when he started kissing and fondling me.  I gained sense only when his hand reached under my top, he was trying to free my breast.  My meek protest was blown away similar to the air around us. Ultimately, we ended up in Prem sucking my breast and I touching his manhood. Both were first time for me. He profoundly praised my breast and specially the nipples. His circumcised thick and big manhood was throbbing in my hand.  Back in-home laying in my bed alone, I got terrified to myself. I knew a new chapter had started in my life, realisation of my virtual fantasy world. This was no more fantasy but naked truth. Somebody had touched me, fondled my breast. He had praised them while sucking. One side I had guilty consciousness and fear. The other side I was excited. I was afraid of being discovered by my family. Consequences were not unknown to me. I could realise a vast door was opening to take me inside of an unknown room. I was on the threshold of experimenting with my sexuality. My fantasy would be reality. A small courage would take me to the world till unknown to me. The excitement was more powerful to suppress my guilty consciousness and fear.
 
 
Upgrading to next level did not take much time. Once my initial inhibition was over, there was no stopping. Prem had connection with one photographic studio with facilities of film development and processing. It had one dressing room also. Regularly, we started meeting there. On every meeting, we were discovering each other’s body. To discover our sexuality, we were meeting regularly in the studio. My boldness improved on every meet. After a few meetings, I allowed Prem to disrobe me completely. First time a man undressed me! First time a man praised my naked beauty! Prem fondling & touching me everywhere and my hand blowing him was essential part of our meetings. The magnificent view and feeling of his throbbing penis ejaculating in my hand for the first time was marvellous. I started giving him regular hand jobs. He could orgasm me just by rubbing my clitoris. On his insistence I started shaving my pubs. He fantasized seeing me hairless from top to bottom. I obliged in sheer excitement of discovering myself through his eyes. I started enjoying his passionate appreciation of my assets. Prem was passionate for fellatio. I had to disappoint him as I disliked it from my heart. I cautioned him never to force me. He promised not to force me into blowjob. I had no mental attachment with him. I was enjoying the attention and physical intimacy I was getting from him. My fantasy had turned into reality.
 
 
He photographed me with different type of western dresses. Some were revealing. I had grown fascination over western dresses during my college days in Nasik. Experimenting with revealing dresses was not at issue. I was not comfortable with the photography part. He promised me secrecy and was ready to delete on demand. He actually destroyed many snaps on my objections.Digital camera was not famous and costly at that time. He was using film based camera. He destroyed the films also on my objections. I gained confidence on his promise. I allowed him to keep what I judged to be sober. I assured myself of no threat in my future life. Our meetings continued with physical exploration. On one such meet I lost my virginity. It happened suddenly. I was not mentally prepared. Prem transformed me into a woman. I bled and forced Prem to stop.
 
 
Experience of first intercourse was shocking and painful. I had knowledge of hymen breaking, bleeding and pain. It took some time to overcome the bleeding and the pain. After a week period Prem penetrated me again in missionary style. He was huge and I did not enjoy. His every thrust was causing me pain. I had to force him to abandon. I relieved him by hand. I was frightened of my short comings. Earlier I did mention about Prem’s acceptance within girls’ circle. He was famous for his well endowment. Particularly, one girl regularly slept with him told me that sex with him was intoxicating and irresistible. Contrary to her claim, I did not enjoy sex with him. I presumed it to be my shortcomings and thought of giving it one more try.We had penetrative sex again in new position. He entered me from back in doggy position. Though, it was more painful, I wanted to last. I was looking for my enjoyment.  He came inside me. The enjoyment did not come, though the sensation of throbbing manhood ejaculating deep inside me was exciting.
 
 
My experimentation with sex was over. I wanted to stop. I had no mental attachment with Prem. I could easily gain control over my physical needs. Next time we met, Prem was interested in penetrative sex, I made my decision clear to Prem. Without any inhibition, I informed him about my decision of ending my physical relationship with him.He wanted a release for last time. I offered my hands to help him. He had plan otherwise.  He was interested in blowjob. I objected. He was forcing me. I slapped him across. Prem came back to his senses. He was apologetic. Over and over again he was asking for forgiveness. I softened but there was no question of continuing relationship. Prem also did not pester on this. That was the last time I met him in privacy till I met him in Bangalore to ruin my life.
 
 
I had already mentioned about my weakness on western clothes. I was weak on fashion front also. I used to experiment with different jewellery. A few senior girls used to flaunt their belly adorned with ring. I liked them so much that, in first year itself, I got my naval pierced with my mother’s permission. I selected a pendant containing two dangling letters A.A synonym with the initials of my parents. Though it was expensive, my mother did not object. First time Prem discovered it on my belly, he was ecstatic.  Prem always considered it as souvenir.Only very recently I realised the reason.It never occurred in my mind that my belly ring pendant also symbolised as initials of his name Amir Ali. A mere coincidence had future impact on my life. Anyway, I continued using it till my marriage and then after I preserved it in my personal collection.I never anticipated this innocuous pendant would haunt me again.
 
 
My remaining college days were uneventful till farewell party. I never met Prem alone anywhere. He remained busy with photography and obviously with his other girlfriends. I concentrated on my studies. I was happy on my will power. I never felt any desire for sex anymore. Delusion and fantasy over sex never disturbed me again.  I could concentrate on all other activities in better way. I had overcome of my obsession. The awful, hostile phase of my life was over. I could not get back my virginity, but I could regain my composure and peace of my life. I was confident, I was happy.
 
 
 
 
Yearly three events were very important in our college. One was annual college fest. The other two were welcome event in the beginning of session and the farewell event at the end of academic session. In welcome event, second year students were involved to welcome the fresher’s after completion of ragging period.  It was marked with the end of formal ragging. The farewell event marked the end of academic event of forth years and was sole contribution of third years. A particular incident in this farewell event subsequently had far reaching impact in my life. I had never imagined; such a harmless incident could have such great impact in my life. Everything passed off smoothly in the farewell event.  Distinguished guests and teachers had departed. Most of the students also vacated the college campus. We were gossiping in last minute jolt where a few third and fourth year students were present. Prem was also present in the group. Gossip turned into a jovial discussion on who had kissed maximum no opposite sex.  Prem claimed the title. He was challenged to demonstrate. He casually kissed three girls present over there and progressed towards me.  I objected his intention and asked him to keep distant. He did not listen and progressed further. I cautioned him again and when found him not relenting, I slapped him.  He stopped and retarded. All students present laughed on his cringe worthy condition. Jokingly, they called him coward.  They started pulling his leg asking details for his other experiences of being slapped. I also joined with them. Prem vacated the scene silently. Shortly after, we called it a day. The incident wiped off of my memory until I was reminded again and paid heave price for it.
 
 
 
Another incident deserves importance worth mentioning here. Along with souvenir, this particular incident had far reaching impact on my life, though I was not involved directly.
 
 
 
Rachana was in final year with me. She was engaged through an arranged marriage to a guy named Vipul Kulkarni. I had met him after their engagement. Nice guy, but seemed very insecure and immature.In our final year time, Rachna got involved for some time, with Prem. Three weeks before her wedding, Rachna decided to go visit Goa for the weekend, with Prem. Rachna obviously hadn't disclosed about it to Vipul, but he snooped around, and found out that she had gone to Goa. He followed her there.He tracked her down to the hotel she was staying in with Prem. He confronted her in the room, when she was there, with Prem. The confrontation soon turned ugly. Vipul called her names. He called Prem names. Then, it seems, when Prem tried to get him to calm down, he punched Prem on his nose. Prem didn't take that kind of stuff lying down. He was a strong, proud man.He overpowered Vipul, and pinned him on the floor. He then asked Rachna to leave. When, Rachna came back after a while, Vipul was leaving the room, clutching his groin, and yelping in pain. She didn't ask Vipul what had happened then. It was clear that Prem had thrashed Vipul left & right. She was sure by then, that the wedding would get cancelled anyway. She was kind of resigned to it, from the fact that this ugly confrontation had happened. She continued her weekend stay at Goa. She got back and the preparations for the wedding were continuing normally. But she got no phone calls from Vipul. She knew something was up, and decided to talk to Vipul, and cancel the wedding on her own. She called Vipul and set up a meeting. Vipul seemed like a changed man. He begged her forgiveness for following her to Goa without her knowledge, and requested her not to cancel the wedding. Marriage was performed on scheduled date. Rachna had trouble with Vipul after they got married. She got Vipul to confess that after that one-on-one confrontation with Prem, he never managed to get his erection. They did go to the doctors, but the doctors couldn't do anything. Rachna stayed married to Vipul, knowing very well, he was impotent.She could never come out of her guilty feelings. She considered it as punishment for injustice. It intrigued me always with the question of why Rachana went to Goa with Prem just three weeks prior to wedding.
 
 
 
I got my engineering degree and took up a job in local. My father did not object my working. He was in favour of women’s liberty. In office and outside, I was enjoying the scanner of hungry men’s eyes. I was habituated in men’s attention since my college days. Unwanted graze of public was never a disturbing factor for me anymore. I could successfully suspend a lot of marriage alliances on pretext of too early for marriage. At the age of 24, I relented and got married to Manu Sharma aged 28 years; he was only child to his parents from Delhi. He was well educated and working in US. Before marriage we had some courtship. From his behaviour it was evident that he was novice about women. His simplicity won my heart. Though I was excited to have a virgin man as husband, I was scared and morsel not being able to preserve my virginity. I was cheating a genuine man. I got tempted to inform him, but he never raised the issue. It was not sober for a girl to raise the issue voluntarily. When he accepted my terms of sharing property and money in joint name, I got flattened. I was overwhelmed. I fell in love before marriage.My in-laws were also very accommodating and loving.Their only expectations from me were to keep their son happy and bless them with grandchildren.
 
 
It was only during honeymoon, I discovered biggest jolt of my life. He failed repeatedly in bed to perform. Contrary to Vipul, he was not impotent.  His staying power was limited. Even with elapsed time, there was no improvement. Even, I could not get pregnant. I blamed my fate; I blamed my prenuptial adultery as cause of my diabolical state. I considered it as punishment of God. Except performance in bed, I had nothing to blame him. He was caring and loving. He had no bad habits. I could witness and savour all the good qualities in him. Even my parents were all praise of him. My parents believed him more than me. His bed performance did not deter me loving him. I could feel his anxiety, fear and discomfiture. I made my first mistake of not consulting professionals. I thought it would be embarrassing for him.  I did not like to humiliate him. I remembered Rachana. Manu was better than Vipul. If Rachana can cope up, why can’t I? The question of divorce never came to my mind.
 
 
In the beginning I had sympathy on his predicament. Slowly I found him more as my child than my husband. He was entirely dependent on me on everything.  Even, he never took a medicine of his own.  I had to decide everything on his part. Sometimes I used to think on how he managed his years in US all alone? All of his emotional outbursts revolved around me. He was hopelessly dependent on me practically on everything. His world was revolving around me.  My decisions were his decisions. I don’t remember him objecting my wish anytime. When my sympathy and his dependency turned into deep love I don’t know. I hopelessly loved my husband.
 
 
It was not like that I had become nun.The comparison of well-endowed men with my husband always figured in my subconscious mind whenever we strolled in sea beaches. However, I could always successfully isolate it from my active mind. At times my physical needs would surpass my control. My husband was ready to release me by hand while we stayed in US and later by mouth in our stay in India. He could reach me orgasm by his mouth. He perfected cunnilingus. In return he asked for fellatio. Obviously, I rejected as I hated the very idea of taking manhood in mouth. My obsession on dirtiness of manhood remained strong. I never required sex toys to quench my desire. I always considered them as obscured and immoral.  My libido was not very strong. Though, I was not satisfied with my sexual life, I never allowed my dissatisfaction to grow and dominate my consciousness.
 
 
My weakness on western clothes was always strong. During our stay in US, I had all the liberty to experiment. Some dresses were quite revealing. I could observe jealousness in Manu’s eyes seeing me in scanty dress and hunks feasting on me. It was not new to me. Since college days I was accustomed to male attention. I could read their mind through their eyes. I was not perturbed by male attentions though I used to enjoy. Even in Bangalore, my experience with most men remained same. Men’s are men when women are concerned. Back in India, I could not experiment much with western clothes. I resorted to experimenting wide range of sari-blouse combinations.
 
 
The growing insecurity of my husband was a major factor for my decision to shift back to India. The other factor was my loneliness. I could compare my situation with my childhood loneliness. The only difference was I was a child at that time and presently I was longing for a child. I had some liberty to ward off my loneliness. The culture in US was not favourable against loneliness. We finally decided to return. On my behest, we purchased a two bedroom flat in a decent apartment complex in outer suburbs of Bangalore. I had option to relocate nearby to Mumbai or Delhi. I avoided them altogether. I had no answer for their ever growing demand for grandchildren. As their pressures were surmounting, I was breaking internally.
 
 
The life in Bangalore was much different compared to US except my loneliness. I could see more couples with little children. My mother always said, “Don’t worry; you will get a lot of children.” It always created resonance in my mind. Added to my woes were constant pestering from my mother in law and specially my mother. On every week, she was vocal. Her every phone call invariably converged to only topic of grand children. During their visit to Bangalore, I was served ultimatum; it would be their last visit unless I decide otherwise. They could not be blamed. I had witnessed the life cycle of childless couples. Men are not blamed. It’s the women who bear the brunt of society. They are not allowed to attend any auspicious ceremony. For all practical purpose, these childless women are unwanted and untouchable. My mother was worried on my growing age. She always complained that at my age she was mother of a grown-up daughter. Towards end of year, she used to call me on only purpose of preaching. They thought I was delaying the motherhood on purpose.My mother-in-law adopted different methods to express her. I had to listen to her stories of her relatives who were blessed within two years of marriage. She was blaming to her fate, indirectly indicating my incapability. In few occasions, she called me as a barren woman.Our parents made me responsible on different grounds.The truth was lying with the incapability of my husband. My husband was incapable of making me pregnant. I could not tell the truth to break their heart. They loved Manu so much! I could not degrade him in their eyes. Adoption would not help. My desperation was increasing day by day. I was not able to find a solution.
 
 
Prem was never in my contact list. Since passing out of college to settling in Bangalore, for long six years we never contacted. When I received call from Prem after six months of settlement in Bangalore, I got surprised, but did not suspect any foul play. Slowly he became regular caller in the late afternoon on weekdays, particularly when I remained free and lonely. My husband would be busy in the office. We conversed on limited topics due to lack of his versatility.As time passed our discussion included our personal life. I took pride to state my husband’s profile and glimpse of our present status. He was still bachelor not financially strong and connected with a company on temporary basis which had head office at Bangalore. His passion for photography was his livelihood. Not a single word was shared on our intimate personal lives. He never crossed personal decency and I also. I casually invited him for a visit in our house during his official visit to Bangalore.
 
 
One day Prem requested for temporary accommodation for 3 – 4 months period to attend his short-term assignment. His request was a bit odd. He expressed his financial crunch and my place would be logistically helpful. Being first time in Bangalore, my facilitation would be a great help to him.Before confirmation I needed to discuss with my husband. Same day evening I got a call from my mother-in-law. I had to endure same topic, same nagging, same desperate feelings.
 
The evil plan grew in my mind. My husband’s despair was before my eyes. In spite of being an overall good person, his life was wretched just because of paucity in virility. The mere thinking of my childless life made me sick. It was not acceptable. I was also desperate on the prospect of being called as a barren woman without my fault. I could foresee Prem’s visit as God’s blessing. I was in fix to make a decision.Prem’s visit was favourable to tide over my crisis. I could oversee the prospect of getting pregnant by Prem without his knowledge. Sleeping with Prem on necessity was not a big issue. I had already committed that sin.I consoled myself that there was no much wrong in sleeping with him again a few times for a good cause. I had confidence of manipulating Prem without his knowledge to my requirement. Only obstacle was to convince my husband. Advance permission was ruled out.All of a sudden getting pregnant and informing was not feasible. Not only would he be shocked, but also the chances for a forced abortion were not ruled out.
 
 
 Best way was to psychologically prepare him.   First, I needed him to accept my relationship with Prem. My husband’s mental turmoil and guilt feelings were evident for his poor performance. Once he would be comfortable to my extramarital relations out of his physiological compulsions, I would get pregnant and make Prem move out of my house. In proper time I would break the news to my Parents and in laws. Rest would be automatic. It would be painful for my husband, but he would accept eventually; I assured myself. He would be forced to accept. He loved me a lot. The truth would be known only by two of us. His predicament also would not be exposed. I was happy with my resolutions. Prem’s proposal appeared to be God’s gift in my difficult period. I accepted Prem’s stay with condition of vacating on very short notice citing reasons of probable visit of my in-laws’.Prem accepted my condition.
 
 
I completed micro planning. I started taking pill from the first day of my period.
 
 
“So, you started taking pill of your own?” Jaya intervened.
 
 
“No, actually I had consulted a doctor. This was the second time I was taking pill. Doctor advised for combination hormone type pill.  Timing of intake was not very strict for this particular type. I could take any time as per my convenience.  I could start any day within seven days of starting period. Once started, it should be continued.”
 
 
“So, you hid the pill strips in your hand bag, so that Manu does not discover.”
 
 
“I should have done. I had made a blunder here. My husband had never taken any medicine of his own. Whenever required, I only administered him all medicines. He was totally dependent on me. I stacked all the pill strips in our medicine box kept in cabinet of the hall. I was directly consuming one per day from the location itself. It never came to mind to hide as I never doubted my husband would discover.”
 
“So, when did you suspect your husband was keeping eye on your contraceptives?”
 
 
“I suspected on Thursday, day after Prem moved in. I was habituated of completing all household chores by myself. As such any disturbances in array arrangement could draw my attention. I did observe some displacements of my pills on Thursday morning while consuming my daily dose. I suspected my husband. I condemned self for lapses on my planning. Once I was discovered by him resuming pills, there was no return back. I could not hide it any more from him to increase his suspicion. I did never suspect Prem’s involvement. Even in due course, I had direct proof of my husband inspecting the pills in regular intervals, when I and Prem were both out. Prem was never in my list of suspicion. Actually, Prem had replaced my pills with drugs on Wednesday, the very next day of his arrival without my knowledge. That day he had come from office just after lunch time. “
 
 
“OK, I see. Continue from your micro planning.”
 
I planned to keep my husband sex starved while slowly increasing intimacy with Prem. Prem was a known womaniser and expected to grab the opportunity happily. My husband under psychological inferiority complex would accept my intimacy with Prem. I needed to take necessary care not to create suspicion in Prem’s mind.Contented with planning, I informed my husband 15 days prior to Prem’s visit. Prem would be staying for 4 to 5 months, I informed. My husband complained about privacy. I swiped off his concern stating that his noodle did not require privacy. He was embarrassed. His growing insecurity and jealousy were evident from his behaviour. He pondered my year books. I utilised the opportunity to add more fuel to his insecurity by acting unhappiness on his behaviour.To pacify me, he brought jasmine flower gajra which I preserved for next day. His behaviour was a clear indication of effectiveness of my planning. I was sure of reaching my target.
 
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[kittepo]

I am sorry Manasi - I had high hopes for you - It seems like I am listening to a Acadamia analyses. The enjoyment of the original story is gone here. You or the other auther NSEW1 just killed any joy in this story by extending it.

In Short

Too much analysis and mindless drivel and less enjoyment.

[Ajay Kailash]

I thought you will say A A is second letter of manu and Kavitha. Haha.
Did not like the parent name.having so much of sexual need and when other girls sleeping with prem and enjoying, Kavitha saying she did not enjoy seems unacceptable.
Good going

[Karmayogee]

Fantastic update
You seems to support Kavitha blindly by bringing justification for every action of her. Appreciate your writing.

[Vks1]

Waiting for next update

[manasi]

Fantastic update
You seems to support Kavitha blindly by bringing justification for every action of her. Appreciate your writing.

I am not blindly justifying Kavita.

I am trying to justify the actions of all the characters as depicted by Manu in his narration. I need to logically prove the sequence of events with background scenarios.

Please bring out my illogical thinking in logical way after completion of chapter 34.

[Jeevanantham]

I am not blindly justifying Kavita.

I am trying to justify the actions of all the characters as depicted by Manu in his narration. I need to logically prove the sequence of events with background scenarios.

Please bring out my illogical thinking in logical way after completion of chapter 34.

Exactly that's what it's needed.. if we can say just with a single word SEX OR SLUT... Then there is no need for story.. it's need to be clear through both Kavita and Manu for their actions... Excellent update Manasi.... Keep it up...

[Karmayogee]

If A A is not Amir Ali, what stopped Kavitha telling this to her husband. Why did she throw that in dust bin in Preethi clinic????

[twinciteeguy]

very well written.

[manasi]

I am sorry Manasi - I had high hopes for you - It seems like I am listening to a Acadamia analyses. The enjoyment of the original story is gone here. You or the other auther NSEW1 just killed any joy in this story by extending it.

In Short

Too much analysis and mindless drivel and less enjoyment.

I can understand the reason for your disappointment. I am sorry to disappoint you. I had made my motive very clear in the beginning to find out the motive of Kavita. There should not be any ambiguity on this. Possibly, you have not read my first post.

It's not that I am writing this to woo you. What I want you to say that life is beyond lust & sex. Society, religion, ego, economy, family, revenge, greed, friendship, trust, blood relationship, health etc have contribution in life in varied proportions.

Many a times in this forum, I sincerely stated about characterization. If the story is not built on the theme on fantasy, character would behave naturally based on the stimuli either external or internal.

Saying so, like you or as a matter of fact like many, for the first time I read the story, I observed dubious character in Kavita and thought of it a fantasy one. Subsequent reading brought me to  realization of some strange tuning in her character and thought it could be near to real life. I tried to find her motive and present tribute is to justify the same.

Whatever statistical data on human sexuality or anatomy I have provided or going to include a few more are well established facts based on scientific studies and you can always confirm. I have studied the story with clinical detection and proposed a hypothetical scenario to match with narration of Manu. I don't claim that it is the only scenario to match Manu's narration. In future, many such scenario may come out to explain better convincing way. You also may find out a better one. In that event, I will look forward to listen to you.

In case you read this and get convinced to read further, I make a sincere request. Please don't make any assumptions on any character. I am not supporting any character. I am trying to redefine the characters in logical way within the scope of original narration. Allow the characters to play. At the end of chapter 34, revisit the original story, and clearly specify where you find it deviated in my hypothesis. I will look forward to find lacuna in my thinking process. There will be a time gap of a week before chapter 35 is published.

Here I would like to emphasize again, chapter 35 was written first.

So, read with open mind, without constraining it with lust and sex as the only motive of life.

Please visit for next update by tonight.

[manasi]

34.2
Kavita
 
 

In the morning of the day of Prem’s arrival, I visited parlour. I dressed in seductive way in light blue chiffon sari and low cut black sleeveless blouse. Sari tied below naval, red lipstick on lips and gajra on hair must have turned me into sex goddess. My husband’s expression suggested so. My both objectives, creating jealousy in him and seducing Prem were on fly simultaneously. In the station, sensing his growing insecurity, I handed him my ladies hand bag to carry while I took Prem’s travel bag. He was embarrassed. I felt happy seeing my plan working. Another opportunity came on the return journey from station. I took pillion seat of his bike under pretext of guidance. Bike ride was short duration but good enough for me to seduce Prem. He was waiting for entering into the house.
 
 
The moment we entered our apartment, Prem tried to kiss me.
 
 
I averted his kiss. Pushing him I scorned, “Behave like a man Prem. This is unwarranted. I’m someone’s wife”
 
“Come on Kavi, I was your boyfriend. How does it matter in simple innocuous friendly kiss?”
 
“It matters. I agree, you were my boyfriend, but now ex-boyfriend.”
 
“It’s all same. Boyfriend or ex-boyfriend, I find no difference.”
 
“There are a lot of difference between boyfriend and ex-boyfriend, Prem. One is present and the other is past. Its better you limit yourself as ex-boyfriend.”
 
“Does your husband know that I am your boyfriend?”
 
“Not boyfriend Prem, ex-boyfriend. No, he does not have this knowledge. I think, he may not be interested in knowing also.”
 
“Is there any chance to delete ex from ex-boyfriend.”
 
“Try your luck. “
 
“So, there are some chances, I presume.”
 
“May be. But behave like a man. Win me from my husband, if you have courage.”
 
Prem suddenly got energized and stepped forward to hold my hand. I got my hand released and scorned him again, “This is cowardice Prem. Try to win me from front, not from back. Spineless behaviour does not suit you.”
 
Prem resigned, “I don’t understand you, Kavi. One side you are giving hope to try my luck but other side you don’t want me to proceed. This is contradictory.”
 
“There is no contradiction. Try your luck in presence of my husband. But remember, you will be risking yourself to get vacated.”
 
“You are creating opportunities, so that you can slap me in presence of your husband. This is not fair, Kavi”
 
“Then, what is fair as per you, Prem? Do I have to allow your physical strength to beat me and my husband? I know, you maintain a good physic”
 
“You are incorrigible, Kavi. Nothing sort of like that. Only I seek your cooperation to seduce you.”
 
“My God! Very interesting, Prem. Can you elaborate this cooperation?”
 
“Yeah! To try my luck, I may touch you sometimes. Simple touches. You must be sporting.”
 
“Done! Simple touches only.But one condition. Once I object, may be by gesture or verbal, you must show restraint. Any undue lapses and be prepared for the worst.””
 
“Accepted. Now let me kiss you on our mutual agreement.”
 
“Sorry Prem, you have not earned that yet. I may reward you with a kiss depending on your performance on wooing me from my husband. Never try to do reverse.”
 
“You are hard nut to crack, Kavi. At least be considerate to give me some reward for being sober.”
 
“Are you considering any specific reward? I may consider your case, if eligible.
 
“You know my choice. No point of pestering you. At least, let me smell your Gajra from near proximity.”
 
“Impressive move Prem. I find good prospect in your luck. But sorry, not able to grant you privilege. Instead I will reward you with your wish differently which you may appreciate more.
 
I proceeded to Guest room. Prem followed me curiously.
 
“This is your room Prem for your stay in our house. Be comfortable.” Then I plucked some flower from my Gajra and placed them beside pillow. I giggled, “How do you like the reward? Hope, this will help you remember me whole night and keep your hopes alive.” And I moved to balcony to trace my husband’s arrival.
 
Prem was ecstatic, “Marvellous Kavi, you are incomparable. I could never think of a better reward. Now, I can smell you with jasmine even in my dreams.” Prem followed me to balcony continuing his praise. “Thank you for your generosity. Only drawback is it would fade away. Is there any possibility of replenishing it regularly?”
 
“Prayer granted. If I have access, you will get replacement.”
 
“May I help you to get rewarded regularly?”
 
“Sorry Prem, not acceptable. I accept Gajra only from my love, my husband.”
 
“Do you love your husband so much?”
 
“Do you think, I am staying with him since my marriage without loving him? I love him more than my life, Prem. What made you doubt on this?”
 
“Why do you then allow me to seduce you?
 
“May be, because of your fervent desire to be my boyfriend again or may be to ascertain your wooing skills. You continue trying your luck. But always remember, my love will never change irrespective of your success or failure.”
 
 
 
Things progressed as planned. I started towelling Prem after his morning workout session. I started teasing my husband to demoralise indicating my intimacy with Prem. Prem continued wooing me utilising every opportunity with simple touches. I continued rewarding Prem with jasmine flowers.Observing my husband’s growing insecurity. I was happy. I was happy with the progress of my plan working, except my growing tiredness.
 
 
Jaya Intervened, “Noticing your sudden tiredness, you could have consulted doctor.”
 
I presumed; the towelling work was making me tired. I was not habituated on such activities. Still, I consulted the doctor.
 
***
 
On Thursday, I noticeably sensed some discomfort in my body. Post lunch, I consulted the doctor who prescribed me contraceptive pills. I was taking the pills for the second time. On earlier occasion, I had consumed only for two months, immediately after my marriage.Possible side effects were not much known to me. On my complaint, doctor inquired about any change in my daily working schedule. I accepted my increased workload.She counseled me not be worried. She explained me details. The pills were hormone based and will change hormone level in my body to suppress ovulation, which normally occurs two weeks prior to onset of period. Pregnancy is avoided by postponing ovulation and stopping the sperms at cervix, not allowing travelling to fallopian tube. She attributed my discomforts to the change in hormone levels and assured of getting stabilized in few days. Over next week, on each passing day, my discomfort level increased. I was becoming hornier. I was craving for sex. I was looking for a release. I did try my best to arouse my husband repeatedly without any success. Prem’s touches were generating fire in my body. Still I had sufficient control protecting my resolve.
 
***
 
Then the first major incident happened which swept away all my plans and put our lives out of gear from which we could never re-bounce. It was Saturday of same week. My husband had half day. I went for a movie with Prem. When we were back around noon, we observed him in panicky, coming out of Prem’s room.  Visibly embarrassed he averted my questions.
 
 
Later we went out for a late lunch. On return, we retired in bed for a quick nap. He slept immediately, visibly tired. I could sense a strange discomfort in my body longing for sexual union. As the time passed, the restlessness increased. I could feel the accumulated moisture in my private. I was struggling with my lust. I consoled myself considering it as a temporary surge out of my long-suppressed sexuality. I did not know the reason of restlessness that time. Now, I know it was the effect of sex drug. Finally, I came out of my bedroom, and joined Prem in balcony for casual discussion.
 
 
Prem indicated, my husband was a sissy cuckold. I could not believe. I did not believe. There was no reason for me believe. I had seen him for four years. Not on a single instance I had found anything abnormal to suspect.
 
 
Prem was confident. “Manu will enjoy my advancement over you. Being a cuckold, he derives immense pleasure seeing his wife with an alpha man. Apparently, he may show some displeasure, which is not true reflection of his mind. He will never show any restraint to stop it. Once his initial inhibitions go, he will actively encourage you or even may participate also.”Then he continued, “Remember the 2nd day of my arrival. I lifted you in my arms. He did not object. The very next day, you were towelling me. I was in my underwear with a huge bulge. He pretended not having seen. Actually, he was enjoying.”
 
 
I did not agree to him but, could not object. I had already witnessed my husband not objecting Prem’s advancement. These revelations did not have much significance in my life. Prem would be leaving once my goal was reached. He was never going to interfere in my life. I avoided unnecessary altercation with him. I knew, he was stubborn and sometimes talked nonsense. Observing my silence Prem further stressed, “Cuckold is basically slave to his wife and her paramour. He will be ready to serve you and me. He will perform all duties as you desire. He will towel me in the morning, if you desire him to do it.”
 
 
I objected this time. I knew he was deadly against towelling Prem. I challenged him to make my husband agree towelling him. Prem accepted the challenge for a reward with a kiss on his dick. I rejected immediately. He did always fascine of my lips on his dick. Observing my resistance, he modified his proposal.He proposed for my lips laden with red lipstick above his underwear. He instigated me further stating that my love was hollow and I was afraid of discovering the truth as by knowing the truth I would desert my husband. My husband would never agree to towel. First, he did not like Prem and second, he was a late riser. He was against any sort of physical exercises.He was an idol of laziness, especially when it calls for early rising. Also I had belief on my love and myself. I did fell in his trap. I put condition that Prem would towel himself on losing. Prem agreed. I agreed to kiss with a barrier.
 
 
Jubilant, Prem announced, “I will win challenge.” Then he added carefully, “Manu is on the verge of transformation. He is suffering in fear of being exposed. His mind is filled with lot of doubt and anxiety. Naturally, he is skeptical about you and society. He needs little persuasion and encouragement. I can fill the gap as catalyst.”
 
“How?”
 
“Give me some space to talk to Manu personally, may be tomorrow morning after breakfast.”
 
 
Abruptly we had to curtail our discussion. My husband was calling me. We were so engrossed; we even forgot to switch on the light. He appeared on the doorway. It was an uncomfortable moment for me. Luckily, he did not question. Contrarily, he made some silly jokes. I could not enjoy his jokes.In aghast, I started thinking, Prem may be right. My husband may have cuckold tendencies. I actually had witnessed him staring at the hunks while staying at US. I should not have accepted his challenge.
 
 
***
 
Sunday morning, Prem had private discussion with my husband after breakfast, when I went for groceries.
 
 
I returned with groceries. What transpired between them I could not guess? I observed some changes in my husband. He was ready to help in every aspect spontaneously. While he was busy in shifting the bags to kitchen, I sat on sofa to catch some rest. Prem occupied my left. He placed his hand on my waist and whispered in low voice, “I have made some inroads to bring him out of his shell. But as I have pointed out, he needs encouragement from you. Your adverse behaviour can put him back into shell again.” My husband smiled while fetching the car key from me to collect remaining groceries from car. He did not object to Prem’s advancement. Prem’s theory started working in my brain.
 
 
Prem took liberty on my body. He put his hand over my shoulder and seeing my husband on the threshold of main door he did something unthinkable. He touched my right breast. He removed his hand on my objection but kept it on my shoulder. On return my husband must have observed Prem’s hand on my shoulder. I did not find any dissidence in his behaviour. Prem’s theory was reinforcing in my brain. Soon he retired to bed.
 
 
I was tired of physical and mental exhaustion. I had no energy left for cooking food.  I happily accepted Prem’s offer of outside lunch.During lunch Prem explained me the details of his morning discussion. “Manu is excited imagining me as your paramour. He desires to be a sissy cuckold. Out of shame, he is not able to accept. He also desires to see his wife in skimpy sexy dressing. Even, he had accepted his desire to see his wife with me. Actually, he did enjoy my fondling to his wife. He is ready for extending his service in all household activities. He will readily accept towelling work in the morning, though he may not accept his cuckold fantasy openly, in the beginning. When I proposed to gift him some sissy clothing, he was enthusiastic. But he was appeared deeply concerned about your attitude. Manu had actually requested me not to reveal the truth to you.”
 
Prem concluded the discussion, “I have promised Manu to keep it secret from you. Now it’s up to you to decide.” I was surprised in the development.
 
 
On the way back, I packed lunch for him. Back home he was in sound sleep. Feeling uncomfortable, I changed into sari to get a quick nap. Saturday afternoon repeated. Again, I could sense a strange discomfort in my body, adesire for sexual union. As the time passed, the restlessness increased. Again I sensed accumulation of moisture.Again, I consoled myself considering it as a temporary surge out of my long-suppressedsexuality.Again, I exited bedroom to join Prem in balcony for a discussion.
 
He encouraged me, “Ask Manu to towel me. I am confident, he will accept without any protest.”
 
My husband was having late lunch, when I asked him, "Prem tells me you offered to help me out in towelling him after his exercises."
 
He readily accepted without any hesitation, as described by Prem. Only a few days back, he did propose to send Prem to gym. He was even prepared to bear the cost. It appeared, I had lost the challenge to Prem. Later after dinner, he occupied single-seater sofa 'vacating' the double-seater sofa for us. Seating beside me Prem advanced further. He openly fondled my belly, my husband did not object. To ensure and clear the doubt, I asked him in our privacy in bed, “So what did you and Prem talk about?"
 
To my dismay, he informed that he had talked about his helping me in general around the house, not merely about that particular activity of towelling. Prem’s theory on my husband started corroborating in my brain.
 
***
 
Monday morning, my husband towelled Prem. I fulfilled my promise in the intervening period, when he went to bath. Afternoon, I received a call from Prem for helping him in purchases. He wanted to gift us as atoken of gratitude. After knowing my husband’s size, he straight way headed for women’s section. He started selecting women’s pyjama sets. Seeing me frowning, he clarified again what he had discussed with my husband on previous day.
 
Confidently he declared, “Manu will enjoy wearing sissy dress. He has confided his fantasy in me.  In the beginning, he may show some restraint out of shyness but ultimately he will adhere to sissy dress once his initial inhibition is over.”
 
Then he continued shopping for me. Again, I objected on his choice of dress. They were skimpy and revealing. Prem came out with explanation, “Manu had seen you in similar dresses in my album. He was praising your fashion consciousness. On my inquiry, he accepted his wanton desire to see you in similar dresses. Unfortunately, he does not have guts to ask you. Don’t you want him to be happy and fulfil his fantasies?”
 
I could remember the snaps Prem had taken in my college year. My dress was a bit courageously revealing but not skimpy. Objectionable snaps had been destroyed at my instance. Still I did not agree. Then he proposed to experiment. “Manu may not like you to wear these dresses in the beginning.  He may express his disliking. But, I know, he will immensely enjoy. Try these for a few times and if you find Manu is not appreciating, discard them.” I meekly accepted his offer. Overwhelmed, he selected two sets short length skirt and blouse combination.
 
 
Back home, Prem handed over the gifts to my husband. I was busy in kitchen and called him for help after sometime. He appeared in pyjama sets. It was bewildering my brain. It appeared; I had never known him. I forgot to make a comparison with my changed behaviour. It did not appear in my mind that, I also never behaved lewdly with other man in presence of my husband.
 
***
 
Next day Prem came early from office at a time when I was struggling with my renewed sexuality. He convinced me to go for a rehearsal with skirt blouse before display to my husband. Prem had seen me in similar dresses earlier in college life. There was nothing much to object in his proposal. Once I changed into skirt blouse, he profusely praised my beauty. In the name of adjustment, he made soft touches.  I was already under physical constraints. Sexual tensions were building inside me dangerously. I lost my mental resistance. Eventually, he started fondling me. I was getting aroused. I wetted my panties. I surrendered my body to him. He was touching, pinching, cupping me at all places. I was afraid he may forcefully take me to bed and make love. I concentrated on my resolve not to surrender. My excitement was building up dangerously. Just before my orgasm, he left me and went to his bedroom. I waited, but he did not come back. I was upset on my denial of orgasm.
 
 
Same night in privacy of our bedroom, my husband objected wearing sissy dress. I remembered Prem explaining about initial inhibitions. I told him to inform Prem and stop wearing. To my dismay and proving Prem correct, he continued wearing sissy dresses without further objection.  Slowly the theory of his wimpy cuckoldry was resetting in my memory.
 
***
 
Next day, after lunch, I was reeling under sexual tension, as usual like previous day. Prem called me from office to check my availability in house as he wanted to return back early citing reasons of headache and body pain.I offered a body massage. He asked me to change into mini skirt and flowering blouse for his oil massage. I accepted. He continued his fondling while I massaged him. Soon front knot of my blouse was unknotted. He was enjoying my breasts unhindered. His touches on my nipples were sending electric current in my body. Again, I was on the verge of orgasm. When bell rang, I ignored. Then my husband phoned informing that he was waiting outside.I was annoyed and embarrassed. I opened the door in shame in my abysmal seductive dress. To cover up, I informed Prem had come early for body pain. I was expecting a sharp slap. My embarrassment was not over. Prem shouted, "Kavi, are you coming?"  He did not protest. I looked at his eyes. He downed his eyes in apparent approval. I moved back to Prem’s room to continue massaging. Prem suggested that, my husband needs encouragement. Prem made me to call him to get replacement of some wormed oil and he obliged. Painfully I started accepting Prem’s theory. Prem continued touching me while praising my expertise in massaging in presence of my husband. He did not show any restraint.
 
 
Prem made next move.  “Kavi, allow me some time with Manu. He needs further encouragement. You go ahead to get non-veg for me from the Mughlai restaurant. In the meantime, I will discuss with Manu about his enjoyment and next steps. If he appreciates your present dressing, you change over to same again.”
 
 
After a short while, while giving tea to him, I vaguely tried to reason that Prem got cramp and I only suggested oil massage. He tried to pinch my belly.Was He aroused seeing me with Prem.? Most probably yes, Prem was right. My husband has cuckold tendencies, I concluded. I suggested for night, changed dress for getting non-veg for Prem. He was ready for help and I suggested him to make chapattis. When I was back from restaurant, he had shaved and dressed in pyjama blouse.I could not dis-agree with Prem. Prem was right.
 
 
Prem signalled me on his approval on my provocative dress. I changed into earlier dress while they were taking food. Later after dinner Prem fondled me right in front of him sitting in sofa. I was wetted to soak my panty. Prem asked me join him after removing Panty. I was in peak of my sexual tension. I was ready to anything to get a release. I joined Prem in sofa after removing my panty. He continued fondling me in front of Manu to wet my skirt. He was touching my privates. I lost all my resistances. He could have taken me to his bed. He could have copulated right on the sofa.  Bringing me at peak of excitement, he left for sleeping. He left me in my utter frustration. He was not giving me the sexual relief I needed at that hour. In bed my husband appreciated my dress. Prem was right. Prem had predicted that, he would appreciate my revealing dress. He would enjoy seeing me with Prem. Prem’s prediction was correct.
 
***
 
Next day Prem again came early, I changed into skirt blouse, he fondled me to excite to the peak. Then abruptly left me in the peak and went for Gowri. He had planned to deflower Gowri that night. He informed me about his late night return. I got jealous. He was constantly humiliating my womanhood. He had gone for deflowering another woman leaving me unsatisfied. I was feeling degraded, neglected.
 
 
I was excited and when in bed my husband initiated foreplay. I encouraged him. I badly needed release of my sexual tension. But he got off when Prem phoned me.
 
 
In night Prem returned and continued his insane activities to increase my frustration. He denied my orgasm. He refused release of my accumulated stress. The frustration within me was building up to abnormal level. I was collapsing internally.
 
***
 
Prem continued tormenting me on Friday also. He made me dressed in black mini skirt and red tank top. He fondled me to soak my panties. When I was looking forward for hard sex, he abruptly asked me to take bath and get ready for dinner outside. I was getting frustrated without sexual release. I was getting ready when my husband came back from office. Prem informed that dinner outside is cancelled and my husband will get the parcel. I became happy on the prospect of long due sexual release. I dressed back in black mini skirt and red tank top.
 
 
Prem continued exciting me sitting on sofa once my husband departed. We kept TV on. Prem did not initiate sex, rather continued fondling me to frustration. Again he brought me on the verge of orgasm and left. He walked back to his room. This time I followed him to his bedroom. I begged him for sex. I begged him to take me. Prem was happy. He fulfilled my desire. He penetrated me only after ensuring my husband’s return. He compelled me squealing loudly to be heard from outside. He ensured my submission to be known to my husband. He put down flame of my body. I cheated on my husband for the first time after marriage.
 
 
My physical stress got relieved increasing my mental tension. Prem forced me to dress in same skirt blouse without undergarments. I helped my husband to come inside. I lied to him about seeing movie. I knew, he knew my betrayal, but he did not speak. I wanted him to confront me.  I was giving him hints of my betrayal, he did not acknowledge.  Night in bed, he was aroused. He was excited by listening me copulating with Prem. His cuckoldry cemented in my brain. I relieve him by hand and tasted his seamen. He slept soon but I could not. My brazen adultery kept me awake for long time. I soaked bins for Saturday’s breakfast.
 
 
***
 
 
Morning he towelled Prem. He discovered my undergarments as testimony of Friday’s betrayal. Seeing him washing my undergarments in washing machine, I humiliated him and asked him to wash by hand. Still he pretended ignorance of my adultery. I was getting frustrated on his behaviour. His cuckoldry was becoming more evident. I made him to wash clothes and cook lunch while I proceeded with Prem for a movie. I was feeling sick in my mind.  Prem wanted to feel me in movie hall. I avoided his touch and decided to maintain safe distance from him henceforth.
 
 
My resolution to avoid Prem started fading very fast as time progressed. All my frustration speared to my husband. He was only responsible for my entire plight. If he had been a man, I could avoid my humiliation at the hand of Prem. Exhausted, I slept with full of bitterness in mind.
 
 
***
 
 
Sunday morning, I observed him shaved off his chaste and under arm hairs again. The bitterness of night amplified many folds. When Prem resumed fondling and groping me, I did not object. My husband remained a silent spectator. A sudden spear of revenge engulfed my mind. When Prem proposed for marketing more sissy dress, I accepted immediately. After lunch I asked my husband to clean the rooms and prepare dinner. We first went to movie. Prem took advantage of darkness, I objected. I could preserve my pride. In shopping mall, Prem purchased panty for my husband and sexy nighty for me. Prem wanted to dress me in skimpy semi-transparent thigh length sexy nighty. He did not care for my objections. By the time we reached home, I was feeling sorry for my husband. He was toiling hard in job and in house to make me happy. God has deprived him of sexual stamina and endowment. I had no right to punish him. Grief took over me again.
 
 
 
***
 
 
This grief helped me to control my physical captivation till Wednesday. On Tuesday evening he shaved his hairs on legs. His behaviour was perplexing me. One side he was objecting sissy dress but continuing the same. Other side he wanted Prem to leave but not objecting his advances. Then the Saturday incident mystery remained unsolved. Prem claimed my husband accepted his cuckoldry fantasies though he did not exhibit expressively. However, his apparent behaviours indicated Prem was right. Coupled with my agonising sexual desire, I was utterly frustrated.That night I applied ointment over Manus shaven skins and advised to shave after wetting the skin.
 
***
 
My physical uneasiness started building up day by day. On Wednesday, Prem went to Gowri straight after office hours. When he returned at night, I failed to resist his advances. I succumbed to my compelling desire of body heat. Prem ignited and then quenched fire of my body. I came back to my husband with maligned body and injured mind.
 
***
 
Next day also, Prem was to return in midnight after meeting Gowri. There was possibility for our union in the dead night. I was afraid of my husband discovering me.  I made another mistake. I mixed sleeping pill in tea for my husband. Prem forced me on his return. I again submitted to him. He could satisfy two women within a span of few hours. My husband was not able to perform even once in a week!
 
I was intervened by Jaya, “Henceforth, you continued mixing steeping pills with Manu’s beverages?”

I answered, “Nor every day, but very often. Whenever I observed him very frustrated, I continued mixing the same in his beverages till my shifting to Prem.”

She asked again, “At what time you were taking pills?”

“Normally I used to take after lunch.”

“OK, please continue.”
 
***
 
 
Friday also Prem was destined to visit Gowri after office hours. My physical uneasiness was growing up after lunch when my husband phoned. He desired to come back early. I asked him to come early. I changed into a sexy nighty to surprise him. On sound of calling bell, I opened the door to get surprised myself. Prem was standing. He grinned seeing me in seductive dress. Even before I could come out of my bewilderment, he closed the door and forced me to his bed. My husband was expected anytime. I did not want him face the embarrassment; I did not want me to face the embarrassment. He was aware of my sleeping with Prem on last Friday. Present situation was entirely different. I called him, I wanted him to come. My sleeping with Prem in present situation would send total wrong message. I could not do that.  Perplexed, I asked Prem to leave, I confessed about my husband’s early return.
 
 
I was not prepared for next. Prem grinned slyly. He messaged my husband for bringing non-veg from Mughlai restaurant. Then he opened his album to retrieve some photos.With a crooked smile, he chuckled, “Kavi, look at these. How about sending these photos to your parents and in-laws?” I remained speechless looking at the photos in horror. They were my college days snaps in scanty clothed with Prem. The photos I did believe were destroyed reappeared in his album magically.
 
 
He got up and hissed raucously, “If Manu comes before my arrival without my non-veg snacks, send him back.” He looked filthy at me and added after a pause, “Don’t change the dress. You are looking like a SEXY BITCH! I will be back in right time” and walked out of the flat slamming the main door behind.
 
 
Prem blackmailed me. He squandered me. He reduced me to asses. ‘What should I do now? Should I go to security officer and complain? I had no proof of his blackmailing. Seeing me approaching security officer, if he sends these photos to my parents and in-law? I will have no option left but to commit suicide. Oh! My God, what have I done? ‘
 
 
I immersed into all possible probable without any workable solutions. When my husband pressed the bell, I walked bewildered to open the door.I had to send him back to fetch non-veg for Prem. Heartbroken, dejected he exited and Prem returned jubilant. Prem continued feasting on my body. I heard the continuous ringing of doorbell announcing return of my husband. Prem did not stop. He did not give me respite. My intimidated mind accepted every order of Prem meekly. I was afraid of pride. I was afraid of my past getting exposed. I was afraid of society. I was afraid of my life. Prem started manipulating me to his carnal pleasure.I continued to submit myself helplessly under his paws.
 
 
 
 
That evening Prem sent me to kitchen before proceeding to let him in. I was afraid of him. I was afraid thinking he would turn violent throwing me out of house, or at least would slap me. Nothing of that sorts happened. What happened bewildered me further. I observed slavery of my husband. Prem had made him slave. He served food to Prem. Prem made him wait for his turn as a servant. Prem was now master of me as well as of my husband. The reason of my slavery was blatant blackmailing. What could be the reason of his slavery? Cuckoldry? I did not require wait too long to get my answer. Very shortly, the reasons of his slavery were clear to me, though it came in a hard way.
 
 
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[vishuvanathan]

Fantastic update

[Jeevanantham]

No words to praise your writing.... Bravo.. excellent.. your connection of every sentence to original story was brilliant... Keep it up..

[Ramesh_Rocky]

Hi Manasi,

Good going waiting for next.

[kamdev99008]

Brilliantly connected with each and every incident narrated in original story

Keep it up

[Kartikjessie]

Excellent story