Adultery UNFAITHFUL MOTHERS AND HOUSEWIFES by stranger_women

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[Ramesh_Rocky]

part7

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Easy Ravi!"

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

"He did!" I exclaimed.

"All evening he was latched onto my breasts."
I tried to tell him that I need to feed Tushar but he did not care and he was so eager to have my entire milk I had to feed him all.
"What else did he do?" saying that I was moved slowly towards her crotch.

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

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

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

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

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

PART8

"When did he leave?" I asked

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

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

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

"So, he left just like that?"

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

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

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

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

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

She blushed hearing about her first extramarital intercourse with RajivJi.

"It was good," she responded coyly.

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

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


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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"I was about to take a shower after calling you, but he didn't let me and instead utilized the half-an-hour left and took me on the very same seat."
That answered my doubt of not showering; she wanted to shower before I came home. It also answered my questions regarding the state of her well-used pussy. I wanted to ask her in what position he took her but I thought that was better left for some other time.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"You are so incorrigible. Can't you wait for just one week? Ravi might wake up"
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[Ramesh_Rocky]

part9


"No please don't"

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

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

"What?"

"Going down on you of course"

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

"He did, right?"

"Yes!" he exclaimed

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

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

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

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

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

"Did you let him penetrate you?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Why?"

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

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

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

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

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

"What?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Yes he was."

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Now hurry up it is getting very late, you might miss out your flight and even Ravi might wake up."
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part10

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"They commenced last month," she responded calmly.

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

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

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

[Ramesh_Rocky]

part11

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"I never realized that," she said

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

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

"Means?"

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

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

"But those are the similarities?" I retorted.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"DineshJi is obviously attractive," she justified

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

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

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

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

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

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

"It is not just his dark complexion."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Ekes!" she screamed.

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

"His breath is fine!"

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

"You serious?"

"Of course!"

"What do you think?"

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

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

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

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

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

"Why?"

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

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

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

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

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

"Why?"

"I feel both DineshJi and RajivJi have a strong sex drive even now."

"How do you know?"

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

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

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

"About DineshJi it is still a strong hunch.

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

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

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

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

"And?" she asked looking into my eyes.

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

[Ramesh_Rocky]

last part


"Really?"




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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Moreover, I was already into the action."

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

"Oh Yes!"

"It was fabulous – my first extramarital rendezvous!"

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

"Only the next day when you mentioned it."

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

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

"But RajivJi wanted to continue."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"He wasn't completely hard, though."

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

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

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

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

"Perhaps.

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



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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"And then I got into the act completely."

"You went overboard in pleasuring him!"

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

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

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

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

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

"A slut for him!"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"It just happened.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Come on, I asked first."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"And for me!"

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

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

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

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

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

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

Mahuya smiled to that remark of mine.



(END)

[Ramesh_Rocky]

Married Pussy

(copied from net and slightly edited for better enjoyment0
A typical Friday. Too many deadlines, too many phone calls, too many emergencies. Although a few of these deadlines and emergencies were the result of my representation of ‘Roy Industries’, I was still looking forward to lunch with ‘Roy Industries’ president, Rohit Roy. While Rohit always attended to business, he was also a bit of a "rounder," and damn proud of it. Given my rather staid sexual relationship with my wife, Mansi, I enjoyed living vicariously through Rohit's exploits.
This lunch fit the normal pattern. Rohit and I spent the first 45 minutes analyzing and dissecting the antitrust implications of a possible acquisition by “Roy Industries”. After beating that dead horse one last time, Rohit ordered us a couple of Absolute Citron's with soda and embarked on a recounting of his latest conquests.
"Married pussy!" Rohit exclaimed.
"What do you mean, Rohit?" The non-sequitor confused me.
"Married pussy is the easiest, hottest, wettest pussy in the world."
"Rohit, as a married man, I can speak with some experience and certainty on this subject. Married pussy is anything but easy, and rarely hot or wet." My reply was authoritative, but in retrospect I led with my chin on this one.
"Ravi, for such a smart lawyer whom charges Rs15000 an hour, you're a total dumb-shit."
I like Rohit, but he's also a bit abrasive and arrogant. Sometimes he can really push my buttons.
Rohit continued, "When I speak of married pussy, I'm talking about fucking pussies that are married to other men. More times than not, a married woman is dying for a thorough fucking from a real man, not just the weekly ten minute diddle they're used to from their husbands."
"Well, I imagine that there are some dis-satisfied wives out there, but as your friend and attorney, I strongly advise against propositioning married woman. You'll end up with, at least a bruised cheek from her slap and, at worst, excruciating pain from her knee to your groin."
Rohit chuckled, but quickly dismissed my cautions. "Ravi, you don't even have a clue. In the past three months, I've approached five different married women, and I'm batting a thousand. I've concluded that there isn't a married woman out there, who given the opportunity, would turn down a sexual romp with a good-looking man."
"I don't know what world you've been living in, Rohit, but I suspect that if you approached any of the married women that I know your batting average would quickly drop to the point that you'd be sent back down to the minors."
"Like who?" Rohit stared at me confidently.
I was totally dumbfounded. I didn't expect to be challenged on this point. My mind went blank so I tried to avoid the question. "Look, Rohit, you know damn well that there are so many frigid wives living in the suburbs that your theory can't hold water."
"Who?" Rohit wasn't going to let the question slide.
My mind was slowly starting to reason again. I didn't really want to give Rohit the names of any of the married women that I know. Rohit's the type of guy who jumps at every challenge. I certainly didn't want him hitting on the wives of any of my friends. Common sense suggested that the safest thing to do was rely on my wife, Mansi. Mansi and I have been married for twelve years, with two kids to show for the venture. Mansi is not exactly frigid, but she's also rather conservative when it comes to sex. Pretty much straight intercourse, with very rare oral sex, and certainly no anal. From the perspective of frequency, we will usually have sex 3 or 4 times a month. I knew that Mansi would never stray. In fact, she was a virgin when we married.
"Well, Rohit, like my wife, for example.."
Rohit smirked. "You mean Mansi?"
Rohit had met Mansi at a few business functions. Certainly, nothing untoward occurred. Mansi is always the epitome of propriety. Not that she isn't strikingly beautiful, but she masks her 5 foot, five inch, 115 lb. frame and 35-21-36 figure in expensive and conservative attire. One of my unspoken complaints has always been that Mansi's delectable ass is never displayed in a manner befitting its magnificence. Of course, her dark brown, shoulder length hair is always perfectly coifed and frames her high cheek-bones, porcelain skin and full lips.
"Ravi," Rohit shook his head in a condescending fashion, "do you really think for a moment that Mansi hasn't fucked around on you?"
Not wanting to give any credence to Rohit's outrageous suggestion, I tried to remain composed when I confidently replied, "I know she has never cheated and would never cheat. That's why your hypothesis about married pussy is fatally flawed."
"Well, Ravi, if Mansi hasn't taken on any other men, it's only because she's never been presented with the right opportunity."
"Sure, sure, Rohit, whatever you say..." My cynical response only served to heighten Rohit's competitive nature.
"Look, I'll prove it to you if you doubt me... but it’s got to be a fair test. You can't purposefully intervene or interfere. You just have to give me a reasonable chance to prove my point without letting Mansi know that's something's up, I'll admit I'm wrong if I fail. Hell, I'll even let you handle drafting the “New-tech Crop’s” contract at double your hourly rate."
It sounded like a deal to good to be true. I'm somewhat ashamed to admit it, but I really wanted the ‘New-tech Crop’s contract, and double my hourly rate would pay for a nice ski vacation. Yet, I recognized that Rohit's a shrewd man. "What happens if you're right?" The lawyer in me always tries to weigh all the variables.
"See, you're already afraid that I'm right! A second ago, you thought I was full of shit... I'll tell you what I'll make it an easy wager. If I'm right, you agree not to interfere and let whatever happens to happen. OK?"
Less than enthusiastically, I said "Deal."
(to be continued)

[Ramesh_Rocky]

part2

For some unexplainable reason, I looked at Mansi differently that night as she emerged from the shower. I wondered how she'd react to Rohit coming on to her. I wondered whether her nipples would become erect in response to his flirting, whether her pussy would involuntarily lubricate. As I daydreamed about the possible scenarios, I suddenly imagined Mansi naked, laying on her back, her legs spread wide, bucking her pelvis wildly to meet the thrusts of Rohit's invading cock. Certainly, I'd never witnessed such a scene when Mansi and I make love. It dawned on me -- as these illicit thoughts cluttered my mind -- that my own dick was hard beyond any normal erection.
That night I attacked Mansi with fervor. I wanted to reassure myself of my potency. But, Mansi reacted as always, reservedly and in control. Even though I fucked her with what I thought was superhuman intensity, she lay there, moving slowly, waiting for me to finish. At the ordained moment, Mansi reached up and began to fondle my balls and the sensitive skin between my scrotum and asshole. Mansi knows that this sensation always sends me over the edge. Even though I desperately wanted to hold off until her belly rippled with an orgasm, the sensation was too great, and at the last moment, the image in my mind returned to Rohit slamming his dick into Mansi's cunt. I climaxed violently and collapsed. With her normal grace, Mansi slipped out from under me and rolled over to go to sleep. Yet, for me, these unsettling images continued, until I too fell into a deep sleep.
For the next week, I continued to be haunted by these perverse images of Rohit and Mansi in the throes of all varieties of sexual couplings. I found myself masturbating with a fervor that I hadn't known since adolescence. Of course, Mansi was oblivious, remaining the picture of propriety. Perhaps fortunately, I didn't have occasion to speak with Rohit during this time frame, either. The situation began to take on the hazy quality of a wicked nightmare. That is, until a local charitable cocktail party.
It was a typically staid affair, with all the frigid wives parading in their diamonds and designer duds. The husbands, with their fat wallets and brokerage accounts, sucked down fine whiskey while sharing off-color jokes about their bimbo secretaries.
Mansi was in her element. She was dressed impeccably in a black, backless number bearing some International designer's moniker. Actually, it was rather unusual for Mansi, for it displayed her cleavage and a healthy dose of leg. Of course, Mansi had a unique way of looking classy and not the least bit sensual.
After a couple of vodka and tonics, I was startled by Rohit's booming voice. It was quite a surprise since Rohit normally eschewed these events. "More boring than trolling for babes at a convent," I remember Rohit once saying.
"Rohit, what the Hell are you doing here?"
"Ravi, you cynical bastard! I'm here because I care deeply about the very same things that everyone else here cares about"
"Oh, and just what would that celeb cause be, eh Rohit?"
"Something about irradiating the African, homosexual humpback whales, I think." Rohit smirked, and in a sarcastic voice said: "You know, Ravi, I've changed my take on these society bashes. While I still believe that the vast majority of pussies present haven't had a good plowing in the last decade, I've concluded that this fact presents someone like me with endless possibilities."
"God, Rohit, you're a complete predator!" I replied.
With that comment, Rohit glanced over towards Mansi, who was engaged in some banal conversation with the hostess of the party, and remarked: "So, speaking of cunts yearning to be filled, how's our little girl, Ravi?"
Flushed with anger and indigence, all I could muster was: "Fuck you, asshole!"
"Now, now, Rohit boy, remember our wager. Besides you're so confident about Mansi's fidelity that there's nothing to worry about, right?"
With that, Rohit made a beeline towards Mansi. On the one hand, I felt like intervening. On the other, I truly wanted the vindication of Mansi spurning Rohit's base advances. In the end, I drowned my indecision in more vodka and tonics.
As the evening wore on, my stomach felt oddly queasy. This feeling was exacerbated every time I lost sight of Mansi. Yet, throughout, I could not ignore the aching in my balls.
To my frustration, Rohit had succeeded in cornering Mansi into a long one on one conversation. This was quite surprising since Mansi was notorious for her ability to work a crowd. Many times, people would come up to Mansi and apparently interject themselves into the conversation. Normally, Mansi would use the interruption as an opportunity to move on. At the very least, Mansi would always graciously welcome the new party into the discourse. Yet, on this evening, Mansi's body language caused the interlopers to move on after only a comment or two, leaving her and Rohit to themselves.
Finally, the event was coming to an end, and the caterers began to pack up. Mansi remained clearly in sight, and fully clothed, albeit in conversation with Rohit. At last, I felt a sense of relief and victory, as Mansi left Rohit and walked over to me. My elation was short-lived, however.
"Honey, I don't feel like calling it a night yet. Rohit's invited us to join him for drinks and dancing at a club. What do you say, it'll be fun, especially after you've had to put up with this boring purgatory for hours."
I had no choice but to agree. I certainly couldn't beg off and tell that I'd wagered her fidelity for some good Valuable work. Likewise, I would be breaching the deal with Rohit if I interfered.
"Sure, honey, that sounds great." While I was less than enthusiastic, I rationalized away the risk that Rohit might actually succeed. After all Mansi had done nothing improper, yet.
(to be continued)

[Ramesh_Rocky]

part3

Perhaps ill advisedly, I had more vodka and tonics when we reached the club. The dim lights and smokey air of the club further clouded my self induced alcoholic haze. The loud music also rang in my ears and distorted the conversation. Rohit had strategically sat next to Mansi in the booth, relegating me to the other side of the table. My inability to make out or participate in the dialogue heightened my paranoia.
Rohit was chatting up Mansi with aplomb, and had even maneuvered his arm around her shoulder. When it came time for dancing, I was in no condition to spell Mansi from Rohit's devious onslaught. Putting aside my agreement not to intercede, my coordination was completely shot from the drinking.
At first, it was fast dancing, leaving Rohit little opportunity for bodily contact. However, late in the evening, the music slowed and Rohit pressed himself close to Mansi. My senses may have been dulled, or my paranoia rampant, but I could swear that I saw Mansi grinding her belly into Rohit's bulging groin. Maybe I was just feeling sorry for myself, but as I downed my n-teenth vodka and tonic, I began to visualize illicit pictures of Rohit fucking Mansi ferociously with Mansi bucking back like a thousand Rupees slut.
Rohit and Mansi had, meanwhile, danced their way to the most remote and dark corner of the dance floor. Again, my perceptions might not have been acute, but I am sure I saw Rohit and Mansi engaged in a never ending, French kiss while Rohit slowly stroke her ass and fondled the sides of her breasts.


(To Be Continued)

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[Ramesh_Rocky]

part4

Blessedly, closing time finally arrived. As we staggered to the door, I surrendered to Mansi the keys to the car. Rohit said something about a nightcap at his place and, for an instant, my heart stopped. But, for some reason, Mansi declined. I poured myself into the leather passenger seat of our Maruti Aulto. Before Mansi got in she said "Ooops, just a second I think I left something in the club."
I was able to watch Mansi in the passenger rearview mirror as she walked back to the club. But, she didn't go in. Instead, she went up to Rohit as he was unlocking the door to his Mercedes. Again, they kissed...not very long though. I could see Mansi and Rohit exchange brief words. With a sly smile, Rohit placed his hand on Mansi's right tit as she turned to walk back to the car.
Mansi made a little small talk on the drive home, but her thoughts were clearly elsewhere. Although my cock was turgid all evening long, the alcohol caused me to elect sleep over a desperately needed fuck once we got home. Yet, during the night, I slept fitfully, awakening often. At least twice, I heard Mansi breathing heavily and the rhythmic sound of her hand vigorously at work between her legs.
(To Be Continued)

[Ramesh_Rocky]

PART5

The next day, Rohit called and invited me to lunch. I hoped that he would simply take pleasure in the fact that he had groped my wife, and let the "wager" drop. But, this hope was dashed almost immediately.
"Ravi boy! How are you feeling after all that booze. Probably not as good as I was "feeling" last night, if you catch my drift."
The sinking feeling in my stomach again sank in, and I could actually feel my manhood shrink.
"Look," I implored, "why don't we just call the bet a draw"
"No go, Ravi. That wouldn't be very sporting. Especially after all my hard work. But, I'll tell you what: Let me try to ask Mansi out alone just once. If she turns me down, I yield the point."
"Okay. It's a deal." I reluctantly agreed, believing that Mansi would never risk being seen alone, in public, with Rohit.
Rohit was smirking like a cat with canary feathers hanging out of its mouth.
"What the hell are you smiling about?"
"Well, Ravi, I forgot to share one little fact before you agreed: I already asked and Mansi accepted. We're going out tonight."
I felt as if I was going to implode. That morning, Mansi had asked for me to watch the kids because she was going to have a dinner with two of her best college friends, Kavita and Sulochona. We had allowed one another "night's out" since our last child was born as a method of preserving our sanity. I never dreamed that Mansi might use this arrangement to fool around on me. Of course, Rohit could be bullshitting me. I'll never put that above him.
"Tell you what Ravi," Rohit continued, "at the end of the evening I'll give you a call to let you know that Mansi's on the way home. Just to make it interesting, I'll let the phone ring once if nothing happens, twice if she only allows a little petting like last night, three times if she blows me and four rings if she is well fucked."
When I got home that evening, Mansi was busily getting ready to go out. But, she didn't act or dress any differently than on other occasions. I rationalized that Rohit was simply torturing me, and that Mansi was really going out with Kavita and Sulochona.
On the way out the door, Mansi gave me her traditional peck, and said: "We are going to catch that new Hindi film after the dinner. It's a three hour movie, so I'll probably be late... no need to wait up."
Initially, ignorance was bliss. I chose to disregard Rohit's boastfulness and, instead, trust Mansi's honesty. Yet, once I put the kids down, my mind began to wander. A combination of jealousy and uncertainty gnawed at my brain. But, at the same time, I felt bad about doubting Mansi.
By 10:30 PM, my stomach became unsettled in the same fashion as the night before when Mansi and Rohit were on the dance floor. By 11:30 PM, my paranoia overcame reason and I thought about ways to confirm Mansi's fidelity.
So, in a very sophomoric manner, I called Kavita’s telephone number. Embarrassed, I almost hang up after the second ring, but then a groggy voice answered "hello." It was unmistakably Kavita's voice, and it sounded as if I'd awakened her from a deep sleep. Flabbergasted, I set down the receiver without saying a word.
To my ironic dismay, I'd proven that I wasn't paranoid. Mansi was out with Rohit.
As midnight eased into the early morning hours, my mental imagery was torture. I would alternate between fantasies of Rohit fucking Mansi in all different positions, with fantasies of Mansi resolutely turning down Rohit's advances, saying "No, I'm a married woman!"
Tellingly, my cock was rock hard as I imagined Rohit plowing into Mansi's pussy. With guilty perversion, I stroked myself to an incredible orgasm, which brought on sleep.
Suddenly, I awoke to the sound of the telephone. I looked at the clock; it was 2:26 AM! It seemed like an eternity before the phone rang for a second time. I quickly rationalized that Mansi had already engaged in a heavy petting session with Rohit, so this second ring should not be that surprising. But, just then, the phone rang for a third time. The shock of the thought of Mansi sucking on Rohit's dick staggered me. I waited with dreaded anticipation, wondering if the caller had hung up.
BBBRRRRIIINNNGGG! The fourth ring pierced through the darkness of my bedroom. Instantaneously, my cock erupted in another climax without the aid of manual stimulation.
(To Be Continued)

[Ramesh_Rocky]

part6

There I laid in the dark. My belly covered with my own cum. The phone hadn't rung a fifth time. Yet, I still wondered whether Rohit was intentionally torturing me. After all, this was hardly evidence that Mansi had succumbed to Rohit's seduction. At most, it merely suggested that Rohit and Mansi had been together. While their being together was not particularly comforting, it certainly didn't prove infidelity.
So, I waited for Mansi to get home.
She arrived about fifteen minutes after the fourth ring of the telephone. Mansi slipped into the bedroom without turning on the light. Apparently, she thought I was asleep and I didn't disabuse of the notion. She seemed somewhat unsteady on her feet, perhaps the result of a little too much alcohol. Unfortunately, it was too dark to make out anything more than her silhouette as Mansi discarded her clothing into the hamper. Nude, she made her way to the bathroom and closed the door. I was a bit surprised to hear the shower since Mansi normally showered in the morning. But, it did afford me an opportunity to inspect her dirty clothes.
At first, I noticed nothing abnormal other than the smell of smoke that garments always collect in restaurants and nightclubs. Of course, I didn't want to turn on the light so my inspection was hampered. When I retrieved Mansi's panties from the hamper, I felt an obvious wetness. In fact, the crotch was thoroughly sopping. Instinctively, I brought the soiled panties to my nose. The aroma was striking. While I immediately recognized the feminine smell of Mansi's sexual lubricants, there was some other smell even more evident. It was a familiar, pungent aroma ...it was the same fragrance that I smelled twenty minutes earlier when my balls spewed my second load of the night.
(To Be Continued)

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[Ramesh_Rocky]

PART7

Oddly, these mixed remnants were not in the least bit offensive. I slipped the panties into one of my drawers for further examination in the daylight hours.
When Mansi exited the bathroom, she had already turned out the light so again my vision was impaired. But, she did walk as if she had just finished a 15k road race. Mansi slipped a white nightgown over her head and climbed into to bed.
There was no effort by Mansi to make physical contact with me. Instead, she rolled over on her stomach with her face away from me towards the wall. Within seconds, I could hear the sound of her deep breathing as if she was already in REM sleep.
I didn't want to wake her, but my curiosity persisted. After about thirty minutes, I extracted my pen light from my bed stand and flicked it on under the covers. Mansi's nightgown had ridden up, fully exposing her legs and ass. Just then, she moved her right leg giving me a clear view of her pussy from behind. I was amazed by what I saw.
Mansi's labia were swollen and pink. In the place of her normal little slit was a gaping opening where I thought I could see all the way up her vagina to the cervix. There were no apparent fluids; she must have cleaned and dried herself in the shower. I marveled at the sight. It was something I'd never even seen, not even on our wedding night. I could only imagine the size of the organ that must have done this damage to Mansi's womanhood. I certainly wouldn't be enjoying the pleasures of Mansi's tight cunt for some time. If ever again.


(To be continued)

[Ramesh_Rocky]

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[Ramesh_Rocky]

PART8
Approach avoidance. In the morning, while Mansi slept, my feelings alternated between abject depression and wanton lust. Fortunately, when I began to slip in the abyss of bemoaning the fact that Mansi had been unfaithful, I pulled out Mansi's panties. The negative thoughts dissipated as my erection grew. The fluids had dried into an obvious yellowish stain, but the odor remained unmistakable. I found the aroma intoxicating.
I found myself masturbating frantically in the bathroom as I held Mansi's soiled panties pressed to my nose. As I came, I knew that this intense sexual experience was addictive, and not one easily dismissed.
Yet, as I drove to work the depression began to set in. My self-esteem was suffering from being cuckolded.
A little after 11 AM, my secretary buzzed in to let me know that Rohit Roy was on the line. I knew that this call would come, but my heart began to race nonetheless. Surprisingly, Rohit said nothing about the night before, instead concentrating his comments on my draft of the “New-tech contract”. He then suggested that we get together for lunch to discuss some of the deal points.
I felt strangely uncomfortable around Rohit at lunch. Every time he looked at me, I wondered what he was thinking. Was he remembering how he'd fucked Mansi last night? Was he wondering what kind of a wimp I was to allow my wife to be screwed by another guy? Had Mansi said anything about my sexual prowess?
After we'd finished talking about the ‘New-tech’ deal, there was a very pregnant pause. Rohit just sat there and stared, a smirk beginning to form on his face. I couldn't bear to look him in the eyes. I felt as if I was out of control, in a free fall.
Finally, Rohit ended my misery. "So, I guess I proved my point. And, gee, Ravi, I'm really sorry about the condition of Mansi's pussy. I never dreamt that she could be so tight after years of marriage."
(TO BE CONTINUED)

[Ramesh_Rocky]

PART9
Rohit had done it again: pushed my button. I really should have just admitted it and walked away with my tail (or dick) between my legs. But, I don't know if it was masochism or simply sheer stupidity, I took an indefensible and idiotic position.
"Rohit, you've proved nothing. Mansi was out last with her friends Kavita and Sulochona. I know it for a fact. You have no evidence that you nailed Mansi, other than the fact that you sat at home and called my phone number late last night. The fact that you know how to dial my phone number proves nothing."
Rohit was honestly taken aback by my vigorous defense. After a moment, he just shook his head incredulously and laughed. "Okay, if proof is what you want, proof is what you'll get."
As we parted, Rohit was still smiling and shaking his head. On the other hand, I was kicking myself. What had I done?! I'd just invited Rohit to go after Mansi again! As I continued to marvel at my incredible gaff, I began to suspect that my subconscious may have played a very significant role in my actions. Indeed, I could feel my cock swell as I considered the prospect of a return engagement between Rohit and Mansi.
The next week, Mansi asked for another night out." This time she was going to attend one of her college friend Dipika’s Birthday party. Of course, I had to agree. This time she dressed in a more provocative manner: a black silk slip dress, no bra (something I'd never seen Mansi do before) and I think she was wearing black thong panties (to my knowledge Mansi didn't own any underwear of this type). Mansi concocted no alibi this time; rather she simply kissed me on the cheek and said not to wait up.
After the kids were asleep, I drank three pegs of whiskey and retired to my bed sans clothes. With absolutely no sense of personal dignity, I fondled and sniffed Mansi's cum soaked panties while imagining the salacious things that she and Rohit must be doing at that very moment. I stroked myself to at least two good climaxes before falling asleep.
Even in my dreams, I saw Mansi's slender legs wrapped around Rohit's torso, bucking frantically as he battered her crotch repeatedly with his thick, erect penis. Just as I heard Mansi moaning in orgasm in my dream, and visualized Rohit's balls tightening and shooting their load into Mansi's convulsing cunt, a piercing sound returned me to consciousness. It was the phone.
In an almost Pavlovian manner, I sat up in bed on the first ring. With the second ring, I regained my orientation. The third ring brought a tingling sensation to my testicles and nipples. The fourth ring triggered another eruption from my dick. Then there was only silence as my semen pooled on my belly and I looked over to see the clock radiate 12:49 PM.
When I heard Mansi come in about 15 minutes later, I wondered what Rohit's idea of proof might be. Mansi staggered into the bedroom. She pulled her slip dress over her head. While the only light source was the LED on our alarm clock, I could tell that she had no panties on.
"Damn," I thought. No chance for a fresh source of masturbatory smells.
Then, to my surprise, Mansi just climbed into bed naked, without taking a shower or putting on a nightgown. I could smell alcohol on her breath and, I think, Rohit's cologne in her hair. She rolled over towards me, and kissed me, deeply thrusting her in my mouth. Her lips were loose and her saliva flowed freely all over my cheeks and chin. Mansi had never kissed me in such a wanton and messy fashion before. The taste of alcohol was unmistakable, but mixed in were flavors with which I was unfamiliar. I don't know if it was the alcohol, but when Mansi finally withdrew her lips, my face was coated with a sticky and slimy residue.
Before I could fully assess the situation, Mansi grabbed the back of my hair with both hands and forcefully guided my head underneath the sheets. My cheek brushed her left nipple which was erect and harder than I'd ever experienced. Mansi kept pushing my head until I was between her legs. This was quite out of the norm; Mansi had never demanded oral sex before. If I went down on her, it was always at my instigation.
There I was in the darkness, under the covers. For all intents and purposes, I was blind. Yet, my other senses were heightened. The aroma emanating from Mansi's crotch was pungent. It was the same odor I remembered from her soiled panties, only intensified. There were squishing sounds coming from her pussy, and every so often, a little "fart" of air would escape.
Impatiently, Mansi ground my face into her groin. I could feel a hot, slimy, sticky pool of fluids soaking her pubic hair and cradled by the folds of her spread labia. Instinctively, I opened my mouth and extended my tongue into the void between her thighs. The opening to Mansi's vagina was enormous. It seemed wide enough to consume my nose, mouth and chin. My tongue caught a huge glob of the flow which oozed from her cunt. The strong taste was foreign to me: tart and salty with a tinge of the musky flavor of Mansi's vaginal juices.
Now there was no denying it. I was swallowing the semen Rohit's cock had deposited deep in my wife's pussy. Common sense, Indian morality and years of heterosexuality dictated that I should be revolted. But, my rigid dick and throbbing prostate said otherwise. With a fervor, I began tonguing Mansi's swollen and distended labia lips seeking to savor the remnants that had already escaped from her cunt. I sucked what seemed like an endless stream of semen from the depths of her vagina. All the while Mansi moaned and rocked her pelvis against my jaw. I heard myself whimpering with satisfaction as if I were a suckling infant taking nourishment from a mother's tit.
(TO BE CONTINUED)

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part10

Time and time again, I tried to extend my tongue and swab Mansi's cervix, but I couldn't. Rohit's dick must have been not only thick as a redwood but long as one. He must have pounded Mansi's cervix well up into her belly.
After Mansi had convulsed in orgasm, a thicker flow of cum poured forth. I lapped it up and became to wonder if Rohit's sperm had made its way into Mansi's womb. Even though I knew Mansi was on the pill, the thought of Rohit's virile seed swimming in search of one of Mansi's eggs, sent me over the edge. Without even touching myself, I came again, my semen pooling on the mattress as I continued to coax every drop of Rohit's semen from my wife's folds.
After what must have been ninety minutes of furious efforts, Mansi had climaxed three times and was clean as a whistle. I, too, was hard again, but Mansi was asleep and there wasn’t any drop of sperm left in her vagina. With some hesitancy, I decided to fuck Mansi myself. I positioned my penis at her gaping hole. Literally no pressure was necessary as my dick disappeared. It was a loose, warm sensation as I moved my erection around this vast expanse that had once been a tight little pussy known only to me. There was ample room for more and Mansi's vagina almost engulfed my balls as well. Apparently, the absence of friction allowed Mansi to sleep through the five minutes of my squirming inside of her. I tried to hold off as long as possible, but the thought slipping around in my wife's used pussy was too much. I added my light load to the scene of the crime and fell into a deep sleep.
The next morning (which seemed to come too soon), I awoke with a crusty residue coating my face. Rohit and Mansi's combined juices had dried like a tight mask. I showered and left for work, leaving Mansi asleep. Her face seemed contented.

(To Be Continued)

[Ramesh_Rocky]

part11
Predictably, Rohit called mid-morning to schedule a lunch. I was resigned to the continued humiliation of picking up the check for the man who made me a cuckold.
Rohit was beaming with his sense of achievement when I met him at the cafe'. As we sat down at our table, Rohit crowed "So, how's my boy? I hope your mommy taught you to be a good loser."
Perhaps I lacked the depth of conviction from my earlier denials, but I surprised myself by conjuring up enough strength to say: "Rohit, I'm really tiring of this entire charade. You haven't accomplished anything, and you certainly have no proof."
"Tsk, tsk, tsk.." Rohit replied as he shook his head condescendingly. As he did, Rohit reached into his jacket pocket and retrieved a pair of black silk thong panties which he deposited on my plate.
I immediately recognized the panties as the pair that I'd seen on Mansi for the first time, the night before. After regaining some composure, I picked the panties up with my finger and, while dangling them in front of Rohit, said "Rohit, I'm surprised, I never knew this side of you. After all, a man of your station in life shouldn't wear women's underwear!"
Rohit was not amused. "Look, pencil-dick ... this is your proof. Those are Mansi's panties that I kept as a souvenir from last night."
"Oh, that explains the phone call in the middle of the night." I smirked. "It was you up to your old games. Damn near woke both me and Mansi up. Oh, by the way, Mansi doesn't wear or own any thong panties."
As I surreptitiously slid the panties in my jacket pocket (for later examination and sniffing), Rohit's face got red and angry. Then, he relaxed and suddenly began to laugh loudly.
"Okay, okay, I get it. I think I know what's going on." Rohit gasped after stifling his guffaw. "Kind a strange, but whatever floats your boat! If you want undeniable proof, you shall have it."
The rest of the lunch proceeded without mention of Mansi or the wager. But, I did catch myself noticing Rohit's cologne, the same smell that Mansi brought home. I also began to imagine what Rohit looked like in the nude with particular time spent visualizing his erect cock and heavy testicles. Indeed, kind a strange for a married, hetero guy.
For the next few days, I wondered what kind of proof Rohit had in mind. To my disappointment, Mansi did not ask for any nights out." I was doubly disappointed to discover that the "prize" thong panties did not have any dried semen. There was the discernible aroma of Mansi's juices, but missing was the pungent odor of a man's ejaculate.
The next Wednesday, Rohit called and invited me to lunch, again. I was surprised. Mansi hadn't gone out at all the preceding evenings. My curiosity was piqued as I hurried to keep the lunch date. I was anxious and it didn't help that Rohit was running late. I was so nervous that I ordered a drink, something that I never do at lunch. After about ten minutes of fidgeting, the waiter came over and handed me an envelope with my name on it. I opened it and found a novelty greeting card with the picture of a shapely young woman bending over to reveal an ass comparable to Mansi's with lace panties. On the inside, it read "The End is in Sight!" Underneath was handwritten: "Your absolute proof awaits you in the master bathroom of your house ...Rohit"
I threw a Rs100 down on the table and left the cafe' like a bat out of Hell. Fortunately, there were no speed traps between the restaurant and my house. When I arrived, I noticed that Mansi's car was still in the garage, but she was nowhere to be found. Nevertheless, I headed straight to the master bath. But, to my frustration, there was nothing! Absolutely, nothing was amiss or out of the ordinary! Like a fumbling treasure hunter, I looked in every drawer and cupboard, under ever towel, even in the toilet tank. Zippo! I was ready to go track down Rohit and knock the shit out of him, when I heard the front door open. Mansi's laughter was immediately recognizable. But, she was talking to someone else and moving towards the bedroom.
(To be continued)

[Ramesh_Rocky]

part12

My instincts motivated me to hide or run. In retrospect, it was absurd. Here I was in my own home, feeling like a burglar. Since I knew that the French doors to our bedroom were looked, I was trapped in the master bath. I switched off the light, and hoped that Mansi didn't need to use the facilities.
Initially, I sat quietly on the commode. Mansi's voice grew louder as I heard her enter the bedroom. When I could make out what she was saying, I was shocked.
"God! I'm dripping wet! My panties are soaking." Mansi exclaimed breathlessly.
Whether by serendipity or by plan, I realized that I could see most of the bedroom including our bed in the reflection of the vanity mirror. There, I saw a reversed image of Mansi unzipping a stylish yellow skirt and letting it fall to the floor where she kicked it away from her feet. She was still wearing matching yellow pumps and thigh-high stockings. The tail of her white, silk blouse covered her panties.
Although I was somewhat disoriented by the mirror image, I realized that she was looking towards the door to the living room as she began to slowly unbutton her blouse. As she did, she licked her lips in a seductive manner I had never seen before. With a glistening pout, she finished with the last button. Mansi opened the blouse that slipped from her shoulders to the floor. To my surprise, Mansi was not wearing a bra. Her 34B breasts were fully exposed with her nipples erect. With her blouse gone, I could finally see Mansi's panties. They were skimpy, high-cut and, she was right. There was a very noticeable dark wet spot seeping through the crotch.
Mansi's gaze was still directed towards the bedroom door. "Do you still like what you see?" Mansi asked in a deep voice.
I heard a male voice reply "umm-hmmm."
"Prove it. Show me that you like it." Mansi commanded.
From my angle, I couldn't see her male guest, but I knew it had to be Rohit. I heard the sound of rustling clothes and, then, an unzipping zipper. With that sound, Mansi's eyes grew very large as she looked down. Her breathing grew faster, and she started manipulating her hard nipples.
"God. It looks even larger in the day light." Mansi licked her lips again while working her nipples.
Suddenly, Mansi squatted down gracefully keeping her balance in her high heels. With her legs spread, emphasizing the growing wet spot that now almost saturated the entirety of her underwear, Mansi beckoned with her index finger. "Please ... bring it here. I need to taste it, feel it ..."
In anticipation, both Mansi and I waited. The on the edge of the mirror, I saw a bulbous cock-head, pre-cum fluid dribbling from the hole. It was a little difficult to estimate its size given the absence of a reference object. But, it seemed abnormally large. Slowly, the shaft came into view. It too seemed thick and had bulging veins. I expected to immediately see Rohit's body, but more and more shaft followed until it culminated in dark brown pubic hair with commensurate testicles swaying heavily between Rohit's muscular legs.
When Rohit reached Mansi, I could finally appreciate the massive size of Rohit's genitals. His cock-head touched the bottom of her chin while brushing Mansi's nose trils. Its length and girth were far greater than my slim 6 inches. I mentally guessed 9-10 inches in length and, as Mansi grasped his dick, her hand could not quite encircle it.
In a worshipping manner, Mansi's tongue dabbed up Rohit's pre-cum. She then closed her eyes and kissed the tip of the mammoth rod. Just as Mansi's lips parted wide, in an optimistic effort to give passage to Rohit's erection, Rohit motioned to the bed stand and said: "Shouldn't you cover up Ravi's picture?"
With a wicked smile, Mansi got up and retrieved our wedding photo that she kept next to the bed. She strategically placed it on the bed, inches away from Rohit's cock. Then Mansi lifted Rohit's cock to the photo and, in a flaunting manner, slurped the head into her mouth.
The humiliation excited me. Mansi's lips were stretched taut and her jaw wide open as she did her best to fellate Rohit. In the background was our wedding picture. Despite her efforts, Mansi's petite mouth could not accommodate more than 4 inches of Rohit's dick.
After about five minutes of valiant efforts, Mansi stopped sucking and stood up. She slipped her sopping panties off and laid back on the bed. Her legs were splayed wide and I could clearly see her engorged labia glistening with her lubricants.
"Rohit, I need you to fuck me good! It's about time that I get really well fucked in this bed!"
Where are your children’s Mansi? Rohit asked?
I have sent them to one of ours neighbors. They like children’s very much. Children’s will be safe in their custody.
Rohit smiled, so you got reed of them. But how old are they?
Fuck my boys Rohit……. Don’t you see I can’t wait anymore. Come on please.
Rohit smiled. Ok…darling… ok. I just wanted to know their age…….that’s it……..a normal curiosity you can say. I don’t want to waste time like you also.
Then why are you thinking about mine and Ravi’s children’s. The way things are going between us, I think very soon we will have to think about our babies. Mansi Replied
That hurt, but my own erection throbbed.
Mansi positioned our wedding portrait at the end of the bed between her legs. Rohit climbed between her thighs and began to run the tip of his cock up and down Mansi's slit. It seemed to dwarf Mansi's crotch. Mansi's eyes shut and she began to moan softly as Rohit prepped her for entry. As he did, there was a squishing sound as Mansi's juices flowed.
"I think your pussy is starting to get use to me, its opening wide," Rohit remarked.
"Ummm-hmmm. It misses your thick, long cock. It wishes that you were fucking it raw 24 hours a day."
I was amazed. The impossible seemed to begin to happen. Mansi's petite pussy was expanding beyond anything I'd ever witnessed. Rohit's cock-head disappeared and Mansi sighed, breathed in deeply and tilted her pelvis to aid the invader. The lips to her vagina were stretched around Rohit's girth as he slowly plunged deeper. After about three minutes of maneuvering, I could no longer see Rohit's cock; his gbangfruit-sized balls rested in the crack of Mansi's ass. It was an awesome sight.
Rohit began to pump the full length of his cock in and out of Mansi's distended cunt. Mansi became very vocal as Rohit's tempo increased, moaning and whimpering in obvious ecstasy. The slurping noises coming from her pussy as Rohit pounded away were nasty. With each thrust, Mansi's body would recoil and her breasts wiggle as Rohit's penis rammed her cervix further back into her abdomen.
To my amazement, Mansi's stomach began to undulate with an orgasm after about five minutes of frantic fucking. Rohit wouldn't let up and allow the spasms to subside. Instead, he worked Mansi's pussy like a finely tuned instrument, bringing her again and again to climax until I lost count.
By know my own dick was throbbing as if ready to explode. Suddenly, in the reflection of the mirror, I saw Rohit's pace reach a crescendo, his sperm-laden balls tightened and with an enormous grunt he launch his cum into the deepest regions of Mansi's over-stretched vagina, at the door to her womb. Rohit's load was so voluminous that there was inadequate space in Mansi's vagina to accommodate both Rohit's semen and his convulsing cock. Thick, white cum oozed out around Rohit's embedded shaft.
Then, I realized that my own cum was saturating my pants and running down my leg.
After a momentary respite in which Rohit and Mansi (and I) caught their breath, Rohit withdrew his still erect member with a "plop" from Mansi's gaping opening. Mansi proceeded to suck Rohit for all she was worth. Mansi's cultured restraint and manners were all but gone; she slurped and lapped with utter abandon. After about fifteen minutes of ministrations, Rohit rolled Mansi over on to all fours and plunged back in doggy-style.
Rohit spent the next 90 minutes fucking Mansi in every imaginable position. Twice more he spewed his semen into her pussy, each time his load seemed, incredibly, to be as large as the first. Rohit cum matted Mansi's dark pubic hair and flowed freely from her cunt after Rohit withdrew for the last time. Mansi had had innumerable orgasms and collapsed, naked but for the sweat glistening all over her body. Rohit dressed walked over and kissed Mansi fully on the lips. Exhausted, she mumbled, "Thank you for cumming ...please cum again."
Before Rohit left the bedroom, he turned to the darkness in the master bathroom and looked directly into the vanity mirror. It immediately dawned on me that reflections work both directions. Staring with a satisfied smirk, Rohit zipped up his fly with an arrogant flair. Without saying a word, he turned and left.
(To Be Continued)