Adultery Old Man and Indian Wife by shiprat

[Ramesh_Rocky]

But a man can do that only if he can get hard at will and sustain his erection for a long time. As Pavan aged, he seemed to lose that ability, so those long drawn out intense sessions had been replaced by what were mostly quickies. He'd get hard, enter me, go at it for a few minutes, and then before he could lose his erection, shoot his wad in the condom. He was considerate about my needs of course. He would go down on me afterwards and make sure I had an orgasm too. That was nice. But nowhere as exhilarating as being, in Alan's words, REALLY TRULY fucked.

Alan inserted his dick into my waiting wet cunt and I moved my hips to accommodate him better. As he plunged his whole dick into me and started fucking, I got to face him for the first time since we had started this game. Looking at his fairy concave chest, his paunch, his ugly face and his bald head equally disgusted and aroused me. I saw my long shapely legs rub against his wrinkled shoulders as he increased the tempo of his fucking and sent waves of pleasure through my cunt. This was a different angle from the one he had fucked me on the couch, and I could feel his dick touching different spots inside me, previously untouched.

Alan was looking straight into my eyes and I noticed a triumphantly horny expression on his face. Clearly, he was jubilant at his success. No matter how confident he had sounded, surely he must have had his doubts. As he fucked me hard, my massive tits started moving up and down my chest. Alan admired them with a smile for a few seconds and then put his rough paws on them. He started mashing and pinching them, hard enough to make me wince, as he kept fucking me.

A few minutes later, he leaned forward, pushing my legs inwards so they were just inches away from my boobs. I could feel the pressure in my waist as my body was bent in a yoga-like posture with my ass raised from the bed. In this position, as he fucked me, his balls started making an obscenely loud noise as they slapped against my butt. His fucking was now having an effect and I was breathless as well as thoroughly enjoying what his dick was doing to my cunt.

he started grunting as he started pumping me harder, and I grunted in response, almost in unison. My grunts were peppered with moans of pain as his fingers pinched my engorged nipples really hard. As Alan;s grunts intensified and he fucked me even harder, the bed started shaking. I thought he was about to cum soon. But he kept going. By now, my back was starting to hurt because of the position i was in for that long.

S I slid my legs off his shoulders, straightened them, and then instinctively, wrapped them around his waist and pulled him in even more. Not that he needed any pulling in. He was already fucking me as deep as was possible. I looked at Pavan who looked absolutely fascinated by the sight of this ugly old man fucking his wife so hard. Alan also looked at Pavan, smiled and started fucking me even harder. So hard that there was barely any gap between the slapping sounds made by his balls on my butt.

I was ecstatic at the fucking I was receiving, but my thighs were starting to hurt again with this ceaseless pounding. Alan had been fucking me for what seemed like at least 45 minutes. And he kept going and going. I felt another orgasm approach and I shivered. Alan seemed to notice and I heard him let out a loud grunt. Finally, he started cumming in massive waves. I felt his seed splash the inside of my cunt and I felt my own orgasm as being imminent. I tightened the grip of my feet around his waist and pulled him in.

Alan's cum kept filling me up and I kept willing my orgasm to hit. But he got done depositing his seed inside me just seconds before I could have another massive orgasm. He let out a loud hoarse grunt and collapsed on top of me. His paunch pushed against my flat stomach and I could feel his chest hair rub against my tits. This had been wonderful. But I was still annoyed at missing out on another orgasm by just a few seconds. I kept my legs wrapped around his waist and pulled him closer.

I put my arms around his back, hugged him tight and a moan escaped my lips. I wanted him to keep going. Even if he was done cumming, his semi erect dick was still bigger and thicker than Pavan's fully erect one. But Alan wasn't resuming the fucking. he lay on top of me writhing and heaving. We were both breathing very hard. A short while later, we regained our breaths.

Then I felt Alan's mouth on top of mine. He was kissing me! For some reason, after all that he had been doing to me that night, the kiss felt odd, almost wrong. Plus, despite his great skills with his dick, he wasn't much of a kisser. But his enthusiastic swordplay with his tongue inside my mouth and his dribbling spittle made me respond in kind. We kissed sloppily and clumsily like two amateurs for a few minutes. If I could have, i would have broken the kiss very early. but Alan kept depositing saliva in my mouth which I let drool from the side of my lips.

Then Alan pushed himself up by his hands and started pulling away from me. My legs were still locked around his waist. I still wanted that second orgasm.

"No....please..." I heard myself saying in a pathetically plaintive voice, begging him to keep fucking me.

If Alan took my continued hunger as a compliment, he didn't show it. He frowned and rudely responded,

"Yeah, in a minute slut." and pulled away from the grip of my legs. His dick, now going back to normal, slipped out of my cunt. And I lay there with my legs wide open as his cum oozed out. That's when panic hit me. Oh god! Alan had cum inside me. And in massive quantities. What if....!

Suddenly our conversation from the dance floor replayed itself in my mind. Alan asked me if I was on the pill. I responded saying it was none of his business. Then laughed away his concerns of having to pay child support. Oh how stupid I had been. I was so caught up in Alan's seduction that I hadn't even thought of asking him to wear a condom.

[Ramesh_Rocky]

Staring at the roof with panic sweeping all over me, I quickly did some period math in my head. And then I felt a little relieved. By my calculations, I should have stopped ovulating a day or two ago. Getting pregnant now was very very unlikely. There was the matter of STDs of course. But that horse, I figured had already bolted the barn.

Relieved I turned my attention away from the roof. And was surprised to see the bedroom was empty. When I had been caught up in my calculations, Alan and Pavan had gone to the living room. I could hear them moving about. I got up to join them. But I felt an intense cramp in my right thigh and I fell back on the bed on my ass. My body started hurting. And I felt really tired.

This was a new sensation. I had grown up playing basketball and volleyball, had a great stamina and always considered myself really fit, even after turning 30 a couple of years back. But Alan's assault had taken its toll. For the first time in my life, I actually felt like a 32 year old. I felt so exhausted and worn out.

I was about ready to curl up and fall asleep when i noticed Alan step into the doorway.

"Finish the fucking drink and let yourself out."

I heard him say, presumably to Pavan. And then he stepped inside and shut the door behind him.

----

Alan walked towards the bed, still naked. I watched his ugly body in morbid fascination. His flaccid dick was still impressively long, and his balls were massive. No wonder the bulge in his speedo had been so huge. The dick swayed from side to side and his his thighs as we walked to the bed and sat down on it. He flashed me a triumphant smile.

"Where is Pavan?" I asked.

"Outside. Having a drink."

"I heard you telling him to..."

"Let himself out? Yeah. He's seen enough for him to jack off to for a year."

Alan cackled and laid down next to me and started gently fondling my boobs.

"You were right about him. He did want to see me..." I trailed off, unable to say what was true.

"See you get fucked like a whore by someone else? Yeah, he did. You should have let him watch when you fucked other men."

"Alan. I HAVE NOT fucked other men since Pavan came into my life."

Alan started laughing. I looked at him with a cross expression on my face. He stopped laughing and playing with my boobs.

"Are you serious?"

"Yes!"

"I am the only other man you've fucked apart from your husband? That sounds a little too cliched Indian to me."

"I didn't say the ONLY man." I explained. "The first man since Pavan and I started dating and got married."

"And how many before?"

"Enough." I said and laughed.

"How many?"

"About half a dozen, give or take."

"That sounds more like it. So why did you stop after marriage?"

"Because I got married!" I said.

"Didn't stop you tonight." Alan said and proudly put his hand on my pussy, as if to mark his conquest.

"Tonight was...... different. there was a lot of drama building up to it."

"How so?"

I started telling Alan about Pavan's jealousy and insecurity issues. Our fights over Jeff. But a few sentences into it, and Alan put his hand up.

"You know what? I don't give a shit about your problems, you slut." he said in that masterful voice. He seemed to effortlessly switch between the playful voice for banter and the commanding voice for dominance. I obeyed, as if under a spell and fell silent.

"Go wash yourself down there." Alan said pointing to my oozing cunt which had formed a puddle on the bed. "You look like a street whore!"

I pliantly got up and started stepping off the bed. As I passed over him, Alan spanked my ass hard, and said, "Dirty curry cunt!"

I spent a few minutes in the shower, washing Alan's sticky semen off my body. I dried myself and came out of the bedroom. Alan was sitting on the bed, still naked. As I approached the bed, he yanked me hard by my hand and made me fall on the bed on my back. My legs were hanging over the side of the bed.

[Ramesh_Rocky]

Alan then got on the floor and parted my legs. Without saying anything, he put his tongue right on my clit.

"Ohhhhh!" I let out a moan, wondering if Pavan was still there.

Alan's thick raspy tongue started lathering over my clit, teasing it and pleasuring it. I closed my eyes and was transported back to Goa, where Nigel had been doing the exact same thing before his wife walked in on us. Alan's magic started working its way on me again, now through his tongue and I started moaning and writhing again.

I was wrong in expecting Alan to get me off with his tongue soon. He seemed to be doing it as a game. He would work my clit with his tongue for a few minutes, and as soon as my breasts started heaving as an orgasm approached, he would pull away and laugh, leaving me frustrated and wanting. He did this 5 times for almost twenty minutes until my clit was aching for release. The sixth time he had mercy and finally carried it all the way through. when the orgasm hit, all the teasing seemed worth it. Maybe because of the build-up and false finishes, that orgasm I had was more intense than any I had had playing with myself or with Pavan going down on me.

As I lay there breathless, recovering from the orgasm, there was a knock on the door.

"Is that Pavan?" I asked.

Alan didn't respond. He reached for a bathrobe sitting on the dresser, and put it on. He walked out of the bedroom and closed the door behind him. I heard some voices and I tried to make out if it was Pavan.

A few seconds later, the bedroom door opened and Alan walked in. Then I got the shock of my life as he was followed by a room service waiter pushing a cart with food on it. I was splayed out on the bed, my legs open, my bare pussy on display and my tits heaving. Watching him was a shock that rendered me immobile for a couple of seconds. The waiter also noticed me lying there naked and seemed a little taken aback.

He stopped for a second, but then continued pushing the cart in. I was feeling very embarrassed and immediately sat up and folded by knees in front of me to hide my boobs. I wrapped one arm around the knees and put the other one of my crotch to hide my pussy. I was blushing and looked away from the waiter. In my head, I was cursing Alan for embarrassing me like this.

"Just put it all on the bed next to the naked slut." Alan said.

"Yes, Sir." the waiter politely replied. He was being very professional and nonchalant after the initial display of surprise.

I sneaked a look at him as he put the trays on the bed. I recognized him vaguely. I had seen him around the casino and he would always greet me with a smile.

"You know, this slut's Indian." Alan said in a boastful voice. There's something called trophy wives. At that moment, I realized I was a trophy slut.

"I see, Sir." he said, continuing his work with a poker face.

Alan probably expected a high five or something. But the waiter was being professional. I felt my discomfort subside a little. I felt thankful for the waiter's courteous attitude. There was silence for a few seconds as he finished putting the trays and plates on the bed, and he straightened.

"She's not from some whorehouse, you know." Alan said, trying to further impress the waiter.

"I am aware, Sir." the waiter politely responded.

"You are aware?"

"Yes, Sir. I know Ma'am is a guest at the Venetian too. I have seen her before."

I felt even more embarrassed thinking about what was going through the waiter's mind. He had seen me around the casino with my handsome husband. And now he walks into a suite to find me naked with an ugly old fart.

[Ramesh_Rocky]

"You want to watch me fuck her in the ass?" Alan asked with a wink.

"Thanks for the offer, Sir. But I'm afraid I am on the clock." the waiter said and strode out of the bedroom.

Alan watched him walk out of the suite, and wore an angry expression on his face.

"Fucking thankless and snobby staff at this place!" he said. "I show him such a fine slut all naked and he acts like it's a Christmas decoration."

I didn't respond to what he said. my mind was occupied elsewhere.

"The ass?" I asked, petrified.

"Huh?"

"What did you say to him?"

"What? That i was going to fuck you in the ass? Yeah, that's the plan." Alan said matter-of-factly.

I snorted derisively and put on a semblance of authority.

"Alan, I am NOT....I repeat NOT taking that," I pointed towards his crotch. "in the ass."

It's not that I had never had anal sex before. I had tried it with some of my ex-es. Managed to bear the pain and get fucked back there. I just did't enjoy it. And I was glad that Pavan didn't have any desire to fuck me in the ass either. So my sex life for close to a decade had been free of anal sex. And I certainly had no intentions of letting Alan's gargantuan dick tear my ass apart.

Plus at that moment, I was too tired and worn out. I didn't even want to have regular sex for a while, forget anal. I had been contemplating getting dressed and going back to my room.

Alan just smiled and walked towards me. then his expression turned stern and he grabbed me by the hair and pulled me up until I was on my knees on the bed.

"Listen you filthy Indian cunt." he said in a menacing voice. "Earlier tonight I told you what was going to happen. You laughed it off and tried to put your foot down. See how that ended. You're naked on my bed with your jugs hanging out. Now here me say this. I AM going to fuck you in the ass. And you're going like it!"

He was pulling my hair so hard that it was hurting. I was scared he might pull off a part of my scalp. He then released my hair. But that relief was only momentary.

I didn't even see his hand coming. The slap landed squarely across my cheek and knocked me over on the bed. He jumped on the bed, pulled me up by the hair and slapped me again. Tears welled up in my eyes. But I also started feeling turned on. I was actually enjoying being slapped around! I always knew I had submissive tendencies and enjoyed being treated rough and being dominated. But i never thought that those tendencies extended to being slapped around. Far from being mad at him, I actually felt a sense of satisfaction. And almost waited for his next slap.

It didn't come. As I felt my cheeks burn, he now pulled me across his lap. I felt his flaccid dick rub against my stomach as my face hit the bed. Then the spanking started. And this time, Alan didn't hold back. these weren't playful sexual blows. These were administered as hard as he could, with the intentions of hurting me.

Hurt it did. I cried, but they were tears of pain as well as pleasure. I was feeling exhilarated by this ugly old man raining blows on me like that, making my ass cheeks hurt. After about two dozen hardcore blows, he stopped. My ass cheeks hurt like no part of me had ever hurt before. And I lay there in Alan's lap, a weepy slobbering mess.

He guided me to the food he had ordered while I was in the bathroom. Alan had ordered steak and eggs with a chocolate cake. He said that food would give me the strength to last all night. I was famished. I ate like a pig, having built up an appetite with all the sex. plus, i remembered, I hadn't really eaten much at dinner. I finished off everything on my plate really soon.

Five minutes later, I was on my knees, with my head bent over Alan's crotch as I sucked his dick. He had fetched a vial of moisturizer and was rubbing it all over my asshole. He had laid the plan out very clearly. I was to suck his dick and get him ready for the fuck. Meanwhile he would work with his fingers and use the moisturizer as a lubricant to get my asshole ready for the fuck.

I winced as he inserted one lubricated finger into my asshole. He kept telling me to relax my muscles completely and I just moaned assent in response. His hardening dick was in my mouth, after all. After using one finger to fuck my asshole for a couple of minutes, he inserted another one in. this hurt a little less. And I was consciously working on relaxing everything down there. After that, Alan worked even more slowly.

I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror - naked on bed with an ugly geriatric. On my knees with my ass pointed upwards. I could see his fingers buried in my ass. And his dick buried in my mouth. Not even in my wildest fantasies had I pictured myself in a situation so depraved.

It was twenty minutes before he was able to slip in his fourth finger. My ass hurt, but with all the lubrication, it actually felt okay. meanwhile Alan's dick was now completely erect. I actually started beliving Alan's repeated assurances that I would be able to take his dick.

"It's go time!" he announced, and told me to stay on my knees with my ass pointing up. He threw a pillow towards me, telling me to squeeze it or bite it if the pain got unbearable. I closed my eyes and braced for the worst. I felt Alan pour another big dollop of moisturizer over my anus and smeared it around and inside it with two fingers which now entered quite easily.

"Remember, relax and stay relaxed." Alan sternly said and I felt his dick push against my anus.

The fingering had only prepared my asshole for this asshole to a certain extent. It still hurt like a bitch when Alan started pushing his dick in. I hollered in pain, scared that he would tear my anus apart. He kept pouring moisturizer around his dick as he progressed. After he inserted the whole helmet head inside, it got a little easier. It reminded me a little of giving birth to Chintu. How the pain subsided after I managed to push his head out.

[Ramesh_Rocky]

I still kept howling, but less loudly as Alan kept pushing more and more of his dick inside my butt. At one point he stopped, and then started fucking me. Physically, it did NOT feel good. It never does. I was however turned on by the situation more than anything else. Here I was, a married woman and mother, was being buggered mercilessly by a monster dick belonging to a shady old man.

Alan added to the pleasure by fingering my clit as he kept fucking my ass. My howls stopped after a while. My intenstines seemed to have adjusted to Alan's presence. Plus the moisturizer was providing much needed help as well. After a while, I was bent over, moaning at his fingers playing with my clit, and feeling an odd sense of ease at being fucked in the butt.

The ass provides a lot more friction than a wet cunt does. So Alan came fairly early by his standards. Only twenty minutes. After he withdrew, cum started gushing out of my ass. I just lay there, resting on my knees and shoulders, shocked that yet another stage had been breached - being sodomized by an old man.

After a few minutes, I fell over on my side, curled into a ball, and closed my eyes. I was exhausted. Everything hurt - my jaws from the blowjobs, and my cunt and ass from the fucking. My thighs were cramping, my knees were sore with all the rubbing against the bed, and my boobs which had been mauled and pinched all night, also hurt. I fell asleep in a matter of minutes.

I was woken up by Alan;s thick tongue playing with my clit. I opened my eyes. It was still dark. The radio clock told me that it had been barely an hour since I fell asleep. My body still hurt. But Alan obviously wanted to go at it again. When he noticed that I had finally woken up, he moved his knees so they were on either side of my shoulders. His semi-erect dick slapped on the cheek as it fell. I understood what was to be done. And we started 69-ing. Ten minutes later, I was on my hands and knees, being fucked in my cunt doggy style.

This time Alan lasted so long that I thought I would pass out before he came. It was a little over 70 minutes of incessant fucking, and my body fighting off all sorts of cramps when he finally deposited his load inside of me. Then another nap for 45 minutes. Then buggering. This time Alan fucked me in the ass while laying me on my back. When he deposited a significantly reduced amount of semen inside my bowels, he walked over to the window and opened the curtains. Sunshine filled the room. It was morning. Alan closed the curtains again and the room was dark once more.

I was feeling really tempted to back to sleep right there on his bed. But I was afraid that he'd wake me up again in a little while. My body was at breaking point. I needed proper rest.

"I am going to take a shower and go back to my room." I said, my thighs and knees hurting as I walked to the bathroom.

"Okay. Meet me in the lobby at... 6." Alan nonchalantly said, and turned over on his side.

When I showered and got came out, he was snoring. I searched all over the suite for my clothes. My skirt was in one corner of the bedroom. My top was in the living room. I searched everywhere, but could not find my bra or panties. When I asked Alan about it later, he feigned ignorance, but I was positive he had hidden them so I would have to go back to my room without any underwear. I gave up looking for them, and got dressed.

The skirt was long enough to hide whatever mattered. But the top was low neck and sleeveless. With my massive boobs and big nipples straining against it, it would have been obvious to anyone who saw that I wasn't wearing a bra. I tried holding my purse in front of me but it wasn't much help. I just hoped and prayed that I wouldn't run into too many people on the way back to my room.

I walked out of the suite and went to the elevator. The waiter from last night was standing there with a cart of used dishes. When he saw me, he flashed me a polite smile and wished me good morning. I just blushed as I remembered that he had seen me completely naked a few hours back. I feebly nodded and said good morning back.

We waited wordlessly for a minute or so.

"I'm sorry, it takes a while for the elevators around this time. Lots of people checking out." the waiter politely explained, pushing the down button again. I nodded, hoping that the awkward encounter would end soon. Finally the elevator doors opened. I got in, followed by the waiter.

"So..... were you part of the contest prize as well?" he said.

"Excuse me?" I had no idea what he was saying.

"Mr. Brower there. He won an all expense paid stay in the suite because of a radio contest. Don't really see guests like him staying in the suite otherwise."

"Oh." I said. I wasn't too surprised. I had known from the word go that all talk about Alan being wealthy was bullshit. It made perfect sense that he could stay in the suite only because he had won it as a prize.

[Ramesh_Rocky]

"So, were you part of the prize as well?" he asked. I looked at him with cocked eyebrows. "I am only asking because...well..someone like him...and someone like you...."

I didn't say anything. In a few seconds, the elevator stopped at my floor, and I got out, giving him a dirty look that said - "none of your business!" He flashed me a polite grin.

When I walked into our room, Pavan woke up and looked at me. I put my purse on the table and laid down next to him, thinking of something to say. There was so much I wanted to say. But I didn't find the right words. I hoped he would say something. But he lay there in silence as well. A while later, he got up and said he was going to the casino floor. I was exhausted anyway. I fell asleep in moments after he left.

I woke up shortly after noon, my cunt and ass aching. I got dressed in jeans and a t-shirt and went down to the casino restaurant and had a hearty lunch. I saw Pavan at a blackjack table as I passed the casino area. He seemed to be having a good time. He didn't see me and high-fived someone next to him. I thought of going up to him, but decided against it.

Went back to the room, watched TV for a while and fell asleep again. When I woke up it was 5 PM. I got ready, wearing a stylish dress, and texted Pavan that I was going out with Alan. Pavan texted back - "ok".

When I met Alan in the lobby, he hugged me and felt me up in full view of everyone around, drawing curious stares. He then told me to go to the bathroom and get rid of my underwear. As we walked out onto the strip, I was getting quite a few stares from people who easily noticed that I had no bra on. At dinner, Alan sat next to me in a booth and played with my clit and my cunt throughout the meal. By the time the check came, I was ready to be fucked again.

We went back to the suite and Alan used and abused me to his heart's content - cumming three times in my cunt, twice in my ass, and once in my mouth making me swallow it all. One time, he fucked me standing up, which was an impressive feat for someone so much shorter than me. He ordered room service again and this time ordered me to stay naked and not hide my body. In fact, he told me to walk around and bend over a lot. A different waiter came this time, and was less polite than the first one. He blatantly checked out my naked tits, ass, and pussy for the whole time he was there.

The next night, after we were returning to the suite, we ran into Pavan in the elevator. He looked so awkward and pathetic, acting like a stranger around his own wife and her lover. Alan greeted him enthusiastically and made small talk. Then he invited Pavan to join us and watch. I expected Pavan to show some self-respect and decline. But he quietly came along.

As soon as we entered the suite, Alan dragged me to the couch, threw me over the armrest like the first night, and fucked me in the ass in front of Pavan. It was Alan's final dominant gesture towards Pavan - buggering his wife in front of him. Pavan looked shocked during the entire encounter.

That was the last night Alan had me to himself and he took full use of every second, not allowing me to sleep at all. In the morning, when Pavan and I headed to the airport, I was ready to pass out in the cab. I slept on the plane ride home, and we got back home where my sister was waiting for us with Chintu.

For the next few days, I expected the axe to fall. Any moment, I thought Pavan would walk in with divorce papers. And I had prepared myself to sign them. No matter how much he fantasized about seeing me with other men, surely whatever had happened was too much for him. But Pavan continued to act as if nothing had happened. As if everything was normal.

He did seem to get his sexual appetite back though. He started fucking me like the Pavan I used to know. Rough, hard, and passionately. I often saw doubt in his eyes, as if he was wondering if I was satisfied with the sex. I was. But I knew that he wouldn't believe me even if I said so.

As days went by, this charade of normalcy started eating away at me. I was ridden with feelings of guilt as well as anger. How could we continue like this? How could Pavan even stand having me around after all that had happened? Did he have no self-respect? or was he that depraved and perverted himself?

I noticed that he stopped bothering me about my friendship with Jeff. In fact, a few things Pavan said implied that he assumed that I was also sleeping with Jeff, and that he was fine with it. I found his insinuations frustrating and amusing. Before Vegas, he was upset at me assuming that I had done something wrong. Now, he was acting magnanimous by acting like he was okay with me doing something I had not. The one thing I had done wrong - in front of him - he neither stopped nor talked about.

[Ramesh_Rocky]

Of course, I hadn't even thought about sleeping with Jeff. or with anyone else for that matter. It's not like that weekend with Alan "released an inner slut" or something. I treated whatever had happened as a one time thing. Alan had given me his contact details in Maryland, and asked me to visit him or call him over if I wanted. I had no intentions of ever doing that. I didn't give him my contact details when he asked for them.

I went back to being a mother to Chintu, and at the very least, a co-companion to Pavan. But I didn't feel like his wife anymore. I still loved him, but I could not see how this sham of a marriage could continue, no matter how much the sex had improved. After a few weeks of thinking it over, I decided to ask him for a divorce.

And then I was late. I was never late. When it was 5 days past usual and my period still hadn't started, I freaked out and bought a home pregnancy test. And my worst fear was realized. I was pregnant. All my calculations had gone wrong. I was carrying a child in my womb, possibly Alan's spawn.

After our return from Vegas, Pavan had fucked me a couple of times without wearing a condom. So without telling him, I started taking the pill. I hated the pill. It gave me headaches. But I couldn't afford to not use it. If only I had started using it earlier. At the very least, taken morning after pills in Vegas. Now I was going to have a baby and I didn't know if it was Alan's or Pavan's.

I thought it over for a couple of days and decided to break the news to Alan and Pavan together. I called up Alan and asked him to come to our place in New Jersey. He agreed readily, and I thought he was assuming it was for more sex. But when he came over, he acted like a normal nice old man. He had bought a gift for Chintu - a cheap little action figure. He kept his hands to himself and didn't act in an appropriate manner at all. It was almost like he was an uncle who had come over to visit. After a while, took me to the side in the kitchen while I was cooking, when Chintu was in the living room.

"You're pregnant, aren't you?" he asked with a smile.

"How the hell...." I asked in amazement.

"If there is one thing you should know about me by now Shipra, it's that I can see several steps ahead." his voice went from the nice gentle uncle back to the domineering lover who had ridden roughshod over me a month ago.

"I don't know whose it is yet. Pavan also..."

"He also fucked you bareback. It doesn't matter. You KNOW my sperm's gonna beat his out any time." Alan said and spanked me on my ass and chuckled.

He walked to the living room and I heard him talk to Chintu in that friendly grandpa voice. Well, Alan had taken it pretty well, I thought to myself. I wondered how Pavan would react. Soon the door opened and he walked in. I washed my hands and went out. It was obvious from the look on Pavan's face that it was his worst nightmare come true.

Throughout dinner, Pavan sat there like he had seen a ghost. Alan was carrying out most of the conversation. He "admitted" to us something I always knew. He wasn't some billionaire. He worked in a Walmart, that too part-time. When he said that Pavan looked at me triumphantly. I didn't react. I always knew his claims were bullshit. And it didn't change anything. I would've been seduced by him that weekend even if he had been a penniless pauper. ---

After dinner, I took Chintu to his room to put him in bed and read him a bedtime story. I heard Pavan ask Alan if he would like some brandy. Alan said he'd love some. I was relieved that Pavan had at least recovered from the shock enough to be courteous. How long that would last after I told him what I had to, I didn't know.

Ten minutes later I came back to the living room. Both men were sitting on two different couches. Almost instinctively, I felt myself starting to head to Alan's side. After all, that's how it had been in Vegas. from the poolside table to the restaurant to the suite to the bed, whenever I was in the presence of these two men, I was on Alan's side. But this, I reminded myself, was Pavan's house. I sat down next to him. I looked at his confused face. No point in dragging this out, I thought.

[Ramesh_Rocky]

"Pavan, I'm pregnant." I said looking straight into his eyes.

He wasn't as shell-shocked as I thought he would be. He looked a little surprised, but only for a moment or two.

"Is it mine or his?" Pavan asked pointing his glass towards Alan.

"I don't know." I answered truthfully. But I did get the feeling that Alan might end up being right again. call it a woman's sixth sense, but I strongly felt that I was carrying Alan's child. And that it was a boy. I looked at Alan and he had a smug smile on his face.

"Or is it Jeff's?" Pavan asked sarcastically.

I had given up on trying to assuage Pavan's doubts about Jeff. I ignored the comment and said,

"I can get a paternity test done. That's why I invited Alan over. To talk about....what to do."

Alan jumped in,

"I don't care if it's mine or not. It won't be the first bastard child of mine out there and it sure as well won't be the last." he cockily said, "But in case it is mine, like I told you in Vegas, i'm not paying child support."

Pavan looked at Alan with a disgusted look on his face. He said,

"I don't care whose it is either. I will consider it my own child and bring it up with you."

I felt conflicting emotions of love, respect and disgust for Pavan. What was wrong with him? Watching from the sidelines while his wife got seduced by someone else was bad enough. Pretending that the marriage was okay after that happened was also pathetic. But actually staying in the marriage AND raising a baby born from your wife fucking another man? What the heck?

I controlled my emotions and we talked about the details. Pavan insisted that no matter who the father was, the baby should carry his name. Alan was fine with it. I asked Alan about the level of involvement he wanted to have in the child's life if it was his. He shrugged and said it was up to me. We talked about such things for an hour or so.

When we got done, Alan got up, looking at me expectantly. I knew exactly what he was hinting at. Whether I should wish him goodbye or have him spend the night. I decided that I wanted him to spend the night. Not because I wanted to have sex with him. But because I wanted to talk to him in private about his exact role in this whole affair if the baby turned out to be his, which we all suspected it would.

I led Alan to the guest room, ignoring Pavan's dismayed look. I told Alan I would join him a little later for a talk. Alan winked and said, "Sure, talk!".

When I went back to our bedroom, Pavan seemed surprised to see me come in. He probably expected me to spend the night with Alan. But at that moment, I was feeling very warm towards Pavan for his magnanimous stance regarding the baby. I snuggled up to him and closed my eyes. In some time, he was sound asleep and snoring. I got up and went to the guest room.

I walked in to see Alan naked on the bed.

"I'm ready for you, my little pixie." he said, pointing to his semi-erect dick. The sight of it after all these weeks made me go weak in the knees. But I stayed focused.

"Alan, I am not here to have sex with you. I really want to talk about something important." I said resolutely.

"Fine, first we talk. Then we fuck." he said, getting off the bed and hugging me. His head rubbed against my chin and his dick pushed against my thighs again. He led me to the bed and had me sit down.

"Well, if the baby is yours..."

"Stop saying if. We all know it's mine."

"Fine. So this baby.... you say you don't care if you have anything to do with it or not. In that case, I want you to sign an affidavit relinquishing any possible rights you might have over it." I had thought this over. If Alan really had been wealthy, I wouldn't have cared. But I wanted to make sure that he didn't use this baby to pester us later on. Like getting a court order for a paternity test and contesting custody or something.

[Ramesh_Rocky]

"Are you serious?" he asked incredulously, massaging my boobs over my clothes.

"Yes."

He looked at me with a smile.

"Alright. I will sign anything you want. My only condition is, I get to keep fucking you. Starting tonight." He said, pressing my boobs again.

"That is not going to happen." I said, slapping his hand away. He looked at me with a scowl on his face. For a moment, i thought he would hit me like he had in Vegas. Instead he said.

"Then I am not signing anything." he said in a serious tone.

We both sat there in silence. I considered his proposal. It wasn't like I didn't like getting fucked by Alan anyway. But I didn't want to do it under the roof of my husband, two doors away from where my son slept. There were some lines I was unwilling to cross. So I suggested a compromise.

"I can't sleep with you under this roof. I just can't. So....I'll drive to Maryland once a month and I'll be all yours for the weekend until the baby comes. And then, you sign the papers I ask you to."

Alan looked at me with a smile on his face. He agreed. So it was set.

The first weekend I drove to Maryland, I was surprised by what a tiny apartment Alan lived in. He ravaged me all weekend. A month or so later, my belly began to show, and Alan was more gentle. By the time the third trimester rolled around, Alan himself suggested that we should stop our dalliances. The excuse he gave was, he had another girlfriend who was getting jealous. But I was sure he was concerned about the baby.

The baby arrived a couple of weeks after schedule. One look at it was enough to confirm that he was Alan's son. Alan looked very proud when he came over the next day and saw what he called his "latest bastard". I sat on the bed with the baby in my arms, trying to get it to take my nipple and drink from it. Alan and Pavan walked out of the room to give me privacy.

And I started wondering how long I should wait to tell Pavan that I had met with an attorney to draw up divorce papers.

THE END

P.S. Thank you once again to my favorite aurelius1982 without whose help, this story couldn't have been written.

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