Adultery UNFAITHFUL MOTHERS AND HOUSEWIFES by stranger_women

[Ramesh_Rocky]

DIARY OF A CUCKOLD HUSBAND
PART21
. We knew Rohini couldn't conceive and hence there was a potential for such a request but never though we could entertain it. Moreover, I never thought Mansi would go through pregnancy more than once. She was determined to focus on her career and hence didn't want to consider conceiving so soon, although it has already been almost 4 years to our marriage.


"How do you think Ajoy likes it?" Rohini asked quickly changing the topic.

"Does he know?" asked Rohini.

"What?"

"That you practically lived with Rahul while he was gone," Rohini clarified.

"No way, I don't want him to think that I am falling in love with Rahul."

"It would only make him jealous," added Mansi.

"Are you?" asked Rohini.

"No!"

"It is just lust," clarified Mansi after a nervous laugh.

"Ajoy is the ideal husband for me."

"Does he mind that Rahul gets an unfair share of sex from you?"

"I guess not," said Mansi after a thought.

"He is sensitive and doesn't demand too much over the weekends."

"Perhaps, you are keeping him busy during the week," said Mansi teasingly.

"Not really," replied Rohini casually.

"We indulge over the weekend every night after I am back from work," Mansi said justifying that I too was getting a decent share of sex from her.

"You mean after fellating Rahul," teased Rohini.

"Does he know?"

"Would he mind?" asked Rohini.

Mansi didn't respond.

"Ajoy has distinct cuckold tendencies," said Rohini.

"I suspected so," replied Mansi feebly.

"He is a passive cuckold, though."

"He would need help from the environment, to realize his fantasies," said Rohini.

"In other words, the answer is he wouldn't mind," said Rohini.

"Are you suggesting that he already knows?" asked Mansi.

"He secretly wishes that you entertain Rahul before coming to him, which you are but not to the fullest extent."

"How could you be so sure?" asked Mansi.

"I am not. But I can see the trend."

"He doesn't mind when Rahul monopolizes you. He even waits for his turn on weekends."

"What are you suggesting?" asked Mansi.

"Test the waters," replied Rohini calmly.

And they headed back to the living room giving me a chance to sneak out. It was evident that Rohini was manipulating both of us to achieve their objectives. None of us felt violated; in fact her manipulation suppressed our guilt and helped us overcome our inhibitions.

I had suspected that Mansi and Rahul must have been indulging in sex while I was asleep but never knew that Rohini was aware of it. However, Mansi rarely resisted my advances after returning to bed; hence I had no reason to suspect. This explained why she always had fresh breath.

I knew Mansi would test the waters right away; she still continued to fellate him on weekend nights. However, a new pattern started emerging and I noticed that Rohini dragged me out on the afternoons on some or the other pretext. Rahul was practically screwing her every day of the week.

Green card helped me find a job late in October. It was a management consulting job with a boutique consulting firm based in San Francisco. The MBA that I procured while trying to woo Mansi back in India came in handy. The job required travel to the East Coast on a weekly basis, so essentially my life hadn't changed much. The workload was terrible and sometimes I had to stay over the weekend instead of spending time with Mansi. Around the same time Rohini made a trip to India to take care of some domestic issues. Mansi and Rahul lived as husband and wife while we both were away.

The first time I got sloppy seconds with her was quite by surprise. Mansi's birthday was on the 23rd of November and came on the Thanksgiving Day. I was away from her for three weeks so that I could spend the Thanksgiving weekend with her. Mansi and Rahul didn't travel to San Francisco that week; it was a short week anyway. According the plan, I was supposed to reach on Thursday afternoon but I surprised her by reaching on Wednesday night instead.

I reached home around 11 p.m. and Mansi was indeed surprised to see me at the door. I had to wait at the door for a little while before Mansi opened the door.

"Surprise," I said excitedly.

"You were coming tomorrow," she said hugging me. I had missed her; it was three weeks after which I had seen her. Locking the door, I asked her, "Where is Rahul?"

"He is asleep upstairs," she said leading me to our bedroom. In the dim light of the staircase, I noticed her puffy red lips as she answered my question and I couldn't control myself. I pinned her to the wall and kissed her passionately. She resisted but not for long. Our kiss got wetter by the moment and towards the end I was slobbering. My hands moved up to fondle her breasts, which were freely dangling underneath her top. The thought crossed my mind if they were in the act when I knocked on the door. I was extremely excited and in the heat of the moment, I sneaked my hand inside her top and grabbed her right boob and gave a very hard squeeze.

"What are you doing," she complained breaking the kiss; her lips glistening red with our saliva.

"Rahul is asleep," I pleaded while sneaking the other hand inside her top.

"I am your wife not your mistress," she said and picked up the luggage and descended the stairs; almost implying that she wouldn't mind having sex with Rahul on the stairs.

Once inside the bedroom, I pulled her into my arms again and planted another wet kiss on her lips. She fervently kissed me back and my hands roamed all over her body and rested on her shapely bums. Mansi stopped me when my hands breached her underwear and took hold of her firm butt.

"Ajoy stop," she said, "I feel very dirty right now."

"Why?"

"I didn't have a shower today," she complained.

"It doesn't matter."

"You know I love your musky smell anyway," I argued.

"Let me take a quick shower"

"And then we can do it all night."

"No," I said and pushed her back on the bed. She indeed looked wonderful in the soft night lamp light. Her lips were rosy red and her breath labored. We again engaged in tongue duel and I got rid of her night suite in no time. She moaned as I took her left nipple in my mouth.

As I moved south wards she said, "Let me relieve you."

"I am really messy down there," she reasoned.

"No I want to taste it. Besides, I would cum in no time if you take it in my mouth."

I liked the smell and taste of her pussy, no matter the state of her pussy. I suspected she might have had sex with Rahul before I arrived. It wasn't as if I was eager to taste her pussy filled with Rahul's semen but rather that I wanted to taste her pussy. I was deprived of sex for past few weeks and needed it.

As my face hovered over her crotch, the strong stench of her urine hit me. She wasn't lying. Her crotch was damp -- was it the anticipation of sex with me or was it Rahul's semen. As my lips touched her crotch over the underwear, she pleaded, "Ajoy..." for me to stop yet her pelvis twisted up.

I didn't waste too much time and pushed her gusset aside and pushed my tongue into the folds of her lips. The bitter taste confirmed that Rahul indeed had fucked her. Her vulva was quite distended and my tongue easily slid inside and as it slithered inside more of Rahul's cum came down. From the quantity and the thickness, I concluded they must have finished 30 minutes before I knocked on the door. As my tongue curled upwards and grazed past her clit, she pushed on my head and said, "Please take it slowly baby!"

She doesn't like me to focus on her clit early on.

"It feels so good. Slide your tongue in baby."

"Don't mind the taste. I know it is messy."

Rohini must have educated her on the pleasure of having creampie eaten out. However, I wasn't sure if Mansi could muster courage to enact it. Perhaps she was just trying to make use of this opportunity. On second thought, I realized that Rohini knew about my plan to surprise her. Did they plan it I thought?

"My pussy is on fire; soothe it with your tongue," she moaned.

And for the next 30 minutes I lapped the remnants of her mating with Rahul. She had an incredible orgasm. I had performed oral sex on her several times that spanned for more than half hour but this was perhaps the firs time when she became violent and almost strangled me with her legs.

"You indeed are on fire," I said moving up on top of her.

"What's up?"

"Nothing I missed you," she said and kissed me. I realized how wide open she was when I inserted my penis in her. I could barely feel her and blurted out, "I can barely feel you."

"Did I interrupt something when I knocked on the door," I asked. I still couldn't believe I said that.

"Shut up," she said blushing in response.

"Don't ask don't policy," she retorted in a teasing manner, reminding me of our tacit agreement.

"There is no harm in breaching it every now and then," I exhaled. I was stroking her very slowly, trying to prolong the session.

"Do you want me to be on top?" she asked.

"You won't last for long otherwise."

We changed the positions and she rode me; our regular position when we intended to have leisurely fuck.

"So, how is it going?" I started again.

"What?" she asked feigning ignorance.

"Your relationship with Rahul?"

"Why do you want to know?"

"Just curious," I replied calmly.

"This is about sex and not love.” She said.
“I know I am your only love in this life," I said supporting her.

"Perhaps in the next six lives as well," she said giving me tight squeeze with her pelvic muscles.
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[Ramesh_Rocky]

DIARY OF A CUCKOLD HUSBAND
PART22
She was extremely good at this and was perhaps one of the reasons why Rahul enjoyed intercourse with her. I remember Rohini mentioning this once to me.


"What do you want to know?"

"Nothing specific," I said implying that I just wanted to talk.

"Are you enjoying?"

"It has been a sexually fulfilling year," she said. I sensed that she was willing to talk.

"Have you been a good mistress?" I asked opening up the subject.

"Yes. Lived up the expectations he had from your wife," she answered seductively giving me a good squeeze again.

"What expectations?" I groaned.

"Letting him mount me," she let out between her heavy breathing.

"Every time he had an urge," she added after a brief pause.

"He prefers your wife over his," she started.

"While you were in India, he spent his time mostly with me."

"Rohini didn't mind?" I asked.

"She was happy to let me fulfill her duty," replied Mansi.

"Did you do it a lot?" I asked.

"Yes. A lot more than what we did during our honeymoon or in the first year of our marriage," she clarified.

"Is he better," I asked inquisitively. My penis twitched inside her as I asked this.

"Are you jealous?" she asked a bit taken aback by my question.

"No," I replied calmly.

"It feels a lot better," she said.

"Is he bigger?" I asked hesitantly.

"Much," she smiled and added, "but it is not the size."

"Then what?" I asked.

"It is because I am your wife and his mistress!"

"Isn't it psychological for you?" she asked.

"Rohini is no match for your beauty," I replied.

"I wasn't talking about you and Rohini."

Mansi gave me a few good squeezes instead of answering the question. It seemed she was contemplating on whether to ask it or not. Perhaps, wondering how to frame the question.

"Do you like this?"

"Like what?" I asked not understanding what she meant.

"Me becoming Rahul's mistress."

Hearing that my penis almost twitched and it was as if I was about to cum. It was a crucial moment. We never talked about it openly but I knew we would have to one day.

"You do like it. Don't you?" she asked, perhaps guessing it from my reaction.

"I can sense it," she said giving me another good squeeze.

"You are on the verge, do you want to prolong it," she asked and without waiting for my answer, she lifted herself up and moved forward to straddle my chest. In the silence we could hear our labored breathing and our racing hearts pumping wildly. And then I heard Mansi say, "Do you want to tell me how much you like it by licking me?" as she slowly slid forward to straddle my face.

I didn't need further encouragement and lapped her. For a woman who had been fucked twice that night, she was surprisingly wet. After licking her for a few minutes, she asked, "Do you want to talk about it?"

"Did you ever fantasize about this?" she asked. I was in a dilemma. I didn't want to be dishonest; at the same time didn't want her to think of her husband was a pervert.

"Yes," I managed to say.

"Did you see it coming?" she asked grinding her pussy on my mouth.

"No," I said.

"He had a crush on you during our college days," I said.

"Who didn't," she said, her tone had a touch of arrogance.

"He talked about doing dirty things with you," I added.

"What dirty things?" She slid back giving me some room to breathe.

"Just some guy talk," I assured her.

"He made me promise to share you with him if you did marry me," she said.

"It is unfair to have such a beautiful woman all to yourself," he argued.

"And so you are sharing your wife with him," she said teasing me.

"He is reciprocating by sharing his," I countered.

"But you are loaning yours," she retorted.

"Sort of like what the Eskimos did but here the guest is loaning his wife to the host and not vice versa," she said in a conceited tone.

"Why do say that?"

"Rohini told me that you guys do only 2 or 3 times a week," she justified.

I knew that was not true but didn't want to shatter her trust in Rohini. Rohini had cajoled her into this relationship on the pretext that her sex drive didn't match Rahul's. So, she must have tried not to contradict her initial story; besides the plan was to have Mansi as Rahul's mistress. Nothing stopped Rohini and me from having sex. It was evident that the psychological aspect had indeed heightened her pleasure and I didn't want to take that away from her.

"It has benefited our sex drive," I argued.

"We are more adventurous too," she added.

"I am certain you are a lot more adventurous with him," I teased.

"What makes you think so?"

"Nothing, just a hunch," I replied calmly.

"Does that surprise you or shock you?" she asked teasing me, taking my hard cock in her hand.

"Neither," I replied calmly.

"I am his mistress and do let him take liberties."

"What kind?" I eagerly asked.

"And those privileges are reserved for him," she interjected.

"But that is not fair."

"They wouldn't be privileges if I let you have them as well."

"What did you expect?"

"I am your wife not mistress."

"How do you see this relationship panning out in future?" I asked turning her attention to the fact that we would be soon moving out.

"There isn't any future," she exhaled.

"We should cease this relationship as soon as we move out."

"Why? I thought you were enjoying," I retorted.

"I am having trouble with my pills," she exhaled. She had mentioned this to me over the phone couple of weeks back and that her Doctor had recommended considering alternatives.

"We could use other forms of birth control," I reasoned.

"Rahul would never use a condom, if that is what you had in mind."

"And the other forms of birth control are not 100% effective."

"It would only be stupid to engage in sex with such a virile man during my fertile period."

"I understand," I said.

"We should do it carefully, though," I suggested.

"Leave it to me," she assured.

We ended our session soon and I went to bed thinking about how our relationship had panned out and whether it was the right decision or not. We did it again in the morning. The next day we went to Reno and spent the next three nights in Reno. We had booked separate rooms so that Mansi and I could spend some time with each other, which we did. Ironically, however, she also fulfilled her mistress duties and ensured that Rahul got to dip his stick in her honey pot almost every night.

The first night, I was not keen on spending time in casinos since I was too exhausted with work and desperately needed some sleep so I urged Mansi to head back to the hotel around 10:00 or so. She promised to join later and asked me to go ahead and take a short nap while they gambled a little more.

I knew something was up and didn't hit the bed immediately but waited to see if they came back to the hotel after me. In about 20 minutes, I noticed them enter the hotel. I hated Mansi for preferring to celebrate her birthday with Rahul instead of me. Yet, I was not sure if that indeed was the case; they could have very well decided to head back after I left. Somehow, I strangely desired for Mansi to head to Rahul's bedroom instead of coming back to our room. She didn't disappoint.

Mansi returned to bed at about 1:00am. She stroked my hard cock as she planted her mouth over mine. I latched onto her lips and kissed her back fervently. After we broke our hot kiss, she said, "Looks like you were dreaming of me."

"I was eagerly waiting for you," I said. I noticed that she hadn't rinsed her mouth and her breath was a little stale. I was sure that Rahul had fucked her when within minutes of our kissing, she pushed my head southwards. It smelled exactly as it did the previous night, except that there was no strong stench of urine. Her pussy tasted a lot bitter tonight and it felt as if I had tasted a lot more of his cum. I satisfied her with my tongue till she pulled me up and unfortunately I ejaculated in her in the next couple of minutes. Mansi didn't complain and we went to bed.

Mansi spent Friday night with me and we indulged in a very long session. We did it again the next morning in the shower.

On Saturday night, Mansi urged me to make an excuse and head to the hotel early so that she could spend some time with Rahul. She argued that he needed some relief. She didn't return until very early in the morning and I missed sex with her that night.
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[Ramesh_Rocky]

DIARY OF A CUCKOLD HUSBAND
PART23
That's how we spent our Thanksgiving weekend in the year 2000. It was the first time we had heart-to-heart discussions about our polyamorous relationship, which in reality was more of a polyandrous relationship. It was the first time Mansi requested me to go to bed early (on Saturday) so that she could spend some time with Rahul. I had sensed that the decision to continue this relationship rested with me.

We moved out of Rahul's place in March next year. Having established myself in the new firm, we felt it was about time to move on. As expected Mansi put an end to polyamorous relationship; we met frequently and were still on good terms with Rahul and Rohini.

Rahul and Rohini were disappointed with sudden turn of events. Rohini was happy that at least Rahul got a taste of Mansi and hoped that she would change her mind someday. Rohini and I often discussed how much fun we had and how much both of us missed getting together. Rohini meticulously kept a log of Rahul's sessions with Mansi and one fine day she shared with me the details.

In the year 2000, Rahul mated with Mansi 309 times, compared to 123 (approximately) sessions I had with Mansi that year. Mansi did have a bumper year with a total of 432 sessions with both of us. About 1/3rd of Mansi's sessions with Rahul were actually blowjobs she gave him in the shower. According to Rohini they indulged in other activities in the shower but the session culminated with her long blowjob that on an average took twenty minutes. She also rimmed him 76 times, mostly in the shower, primarily to make him ejaculate quicker.

In all, Rahul had 408 sessions with Mansi over the period of a year and 3 months. It was staggeringly high compared to my total (approximately) of 550 sessions over the period of past 4 years. It was not the quantity but the quality of sessions that astounded me. On an average their leisurely sessions lasted for a little over two hours, whereas their quickies (mostly morning sessions) lasted for half an hour.

They hit the crescendo in the last 3 months of our stay since Rahul knew it would end once we moved out. Mansi rimmed Rahul on every possible opportunity during the last 3 months, except the times when it would be unhygienic to indulge in such an act and finished with 151 rim jobs. She let Rahul ejaculate in her mouth a mind-boggling 197 times. In comparison, she let me do that only once and that too was an accident.

All this had a very positive effect on our sessions and they were much longer and the sex was more varied. We had more sex than we had in the previous years and considering the amount of time we were together, it was truly incredible.


As days passed the thoughts about what we missed after ending the relationship with Rahul and Rohini plagued me. Rohini and I frequently discussed about what transpired in the last year and half and each time I would unearth something that I didn't know.

I wondered when Rohini would try to convince me to reinitiate the affair but she never did. Despite the fact that I had let her know how sorely I regretted Mansi's decision on several occasions, she didn't try to stoke my desire in anyway. Instead, she behaved as genuine friend, patiently listening to my ramblings.

Mansi's libido had suffered as a consequence of this breakup and she seemed like the Mansi I had known before she became Rahul's mistress. I had mentioned this to Rohini several times and each time she only mentioned that this was just a passing phase and soon she would return to normalcy. If this was normalcy then I preferred her previous avatar, I thought.

There were occasions when Mansi in hot mood would discuss her episodes with Rahul, not in great detail but cursorily. As days progressed she became comfortable talking about her relationship with Rahul and didn't mind sharing more of the details. It was clear her motivation was psychological -- letting someone other than her husband mount her any and every time was incredibly thrilling experience for her. And if that someone happened to be well-endowed and skilled in the art of making love there is no end to the pleasure one can derive from such a promiscuous mating. To her the icing on the cake was that I approved and even waited for my turn on weekends, at least that's the way she saw it. She was not keen on reinitiating the affair though.

It was on the July 4th weekend, when Rohini finally opened up and shared with me what she thought about our situation.

"It is not a good idea," she said. We were discussing if there was anyway to convince Mansi to become Rahul's mistress again.

"Why not?"

"Mansi's interest in sex has waned," I complained.

"It is for good," assured Rohini. "You can't handle that kind of libido anyway."

"Precisely my point; she should become his mistress again," I retorted.

"You don't seem to see what it entails," said Rohini. "Mansi is not on the pills," she said hinting on what she meant.

"Rahul could use a condom," I argued.

"Forget it," she said dismissing that idea.

"Mansi could use a cervical cap, diaphragm, or even a female condom," I added. Rohini laughed at my eagerness to reinstate the earlier state of affairs.

"Trust me," she said holding my hands in hers, "If this starts again then you would be raising Rahul's kids."

"She needs it," I said.

"But she is not selfish," said Rohini calmly.

"She knew Rahul would impregnate her if this continues”."That didn't deter her though -- she suspected that anyway. "What alarmed her was her desire to be bred by Rahul."

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[Ramesh_Rocky]

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[RajV]

PART 20


I saw a bump of blood rushed to my wife's face and she looked at him with wide eyes.

Before she could speak he held her face in both of his hands and pulled her in his chest. Her lips were pressed on the sports shirt open by his unbuttoned blazer.

He then pulled her face back and raised it and kissed. She looked in his eyes.

She spoke in uncertainty; " You are not permitted for that."

He hazily spoke, " No.....I mean if you keep you salwar wearing.....only if you permit."

He was loosing his legs against the combined weight of him and sex. He lowered his mouth and put that over his lips began sucking them.

Ruchi raised her arms and encircled his neck and let him suck her lips.

There was a tap on the door.

He abruptly disengaged his mouth from her lips and looked towards the door. Ruchi too jerked back her arms from him and made a quick two feet jump from chair and hurriedly rearranging her, stood behind the bench along milky glass and assumed looking at bonsai.

Reddi ji hastily in frenzy withdrew his drawn-out erect penis in his pants and tried to half stuff that in his underwear and pulled the chain. He went to door and opened that and quickly retreated and stood at the back of hanging chair.

Mrs. Sen came in that gleaming den, and looked at Ruchi standing besides a mini Oak tree. She beamed mysteriously as she said, " What is going on here? It is now already 20minutes. Should I ask Shankar to adjourn the table? "

Ruchi nervously looked at her not exposing any thing to her eyes but Reddi ji said swallowing part of his words, " Mrs. Sen indeed, you are so generous. We are just getting there in ten minutes."

With out wasting precious time Mrs. Sen spoke, " Every one is busy with other. Sen has taken Jay to class. I hope you are not making her mother-in-law worrying for long. I am asking Shankar to bring meal to table. At best you two can have ten maximum minutes."

She hastily moved out and shut the door for him.

Reddi ji swiftly came behind Ruchi standing besides the bench and put entire of him clinging to her. He encircled her in her arms surrounding her belly and his full groin pressed her hip's mounds.

He lowered his lips and displacing her open hairs from her back began slipping them over her neck and flat back. Gradually he raised his right hand from her belly to over her right breast. I couldn't see him managing his hand on her firm round softness but it didn't irk Ruchi and he managed staying there.

That tender messaging made Ruchi to fall backwards over the standing man already covering her from behind from her neck to toe.


He softly made her to turn towards him by a light twist of his right hand over her breast. She was now pressed between that checkered painted bench at her back and huge Reddi ji at her front who had his mouth over her lips. He flattened her bit more by pushing his groin and encircled her waist by his arms.

For the first time they were in grain to grain contact with each other.

Gradually his right hand moved up to her head and began fondling her open hairs. She was fully covered by huge Reddi ji but I could make from my place the exact movements.

This went on for couple of minutes and then he gently guided her towards swing chair keeping her fully embraced in his arms and not loosing his lips contact for a second. They came very near to me and as she stood there I saw her loose vast hairs were dominating her back and his embracing arms over her waist.

He disengaged his lips from her and slipped them over her cheek to her ear and murmured, which was too low to come to me through that two-inch hole in that glass. She listened and crushed her in his body and I saw his hands tightened the grip of her wide hips below flowing hairs. I didn't think that there was any space left between them.

What looked impossible a day back was now before me. She was my wife who wore that dazzling black and white salwar suit, with out bra and was clinging to the chief of my mill from head to toe.

He again murmured in her ear! A minute again he loosened his hands around her and after a silence she raised her head and looked at yellow door and sat on that neat pink PVC floor. While sitting she held the hem of back of her kurta and raised it above her hips and sat with her salwar resting on floor. She was facing towards me and that hanging chair was little off right to her above her head. He followed and sat on floor along her at her left.

He took her left fingers in his hand and raising his hand kissed her fingers while keeping his other hand on her breast , he smoothly shoved her backwards and she laid on her back on the floor and then stretched her feet towards the wall.


She was drowning in ecstasy and had put her one arm below her head and was looking down at him. Her face and eyes had the familiar heaviness of sex.

He moved his hand to her calf and towards knees and then to her thighs and gradually slipped them below her kurta. From that little distance I could trace his fingers moving over her thighs up and up to her closed leg joint clad in white slawar. That sent a huge reddish gush o Ruchi's face.

With his other hand he held the hem of her kurta and turned the cloth to her belly. That exposed his hand placed over her salwar top and some of her naked belly. I saw my wife twisted her belly up and side ways and momentarily looking at him brought her other hand to her salwar top and slipped the knot of tie cord inside salwar and rested her palm just above the exposed belly.

Reddi ji keeping his hand over her legs joint sat on his knees opened his fly and dipping his hand in cut drew out his half stuffed penis from blue baggy underwear.

The penis was again out and swayed unrestrained in air above the thigh area of my wife. This time it was with lot of fluid glittering in soft fluorescent light.

He held her hand resting on her belly and guided that to his erect log. She took that at its mid again in her three long fingers and this time moved them over half of its length nor very much caring the fluid over it. That even released more liquid as I sensed through the little window glass hole that a pungent smell was dispensing in air.

She looked at him and raising her knees folded her legs upwards. Then he softly slipped his hand between her thighs near their joint. Although her thighs were closed but their pulpiness gave him some initial passage and he separated them from little to more and more.

Her raised knees gave me a view of her dimpled pulpous hips clad in white salwar resting on the floor.

Her legs warped in white salwar were quite open now and with one extended hand she was holding his penis. I saw her curiously looking at his penis through hazy eyes.

Though the salwar was tight on thighs up to their rims but the cloth went little loose between them. He lowered him in her openness and alternately kissed her both thighs and then slipped to the cloth over the joint seat. That really sent a shiver to Ruchi and she vaguely readjusted her on floor.

Reddi ji now moved towards wall and squatting on his knees moved him between her legs. However this movement slipped his penis from Ruchi's hold. As he moved further his swaying penis gradually came nearer and nearer to her covered seat between thighs.


The penis was only six inches from the precious female place and it began to jerk and discharge viscous smelling liquid mostly sticking the peeled head. He hold it near its base and swayed at right to touch its tip to her right thigh over her salwar and that was the first contact his naked penis made with her. Then He put his hand on her raised right knee and slightly moved inwards and that made a reasonable contact of at least half of his penis length with her salwar.
I could see his penis resting over her warped mushy inner thigh as he rubbingly slid it on her salwar and his hand was trembling while he rubbed his penis over her thigh. That rubbing on the cloth of her salwar wiped most of fluid from his penis and it looked dried-up.

Reddi ji further slipped on floor till his penis head just touched her flat seat between her open thighs. He remained there holding that in his hand and straggly waving its head brushing to her salwar. The head however began again wetting and spilling out smelly fluid streaks.

A small forward movement made the penis head pressing over her femininity. She looked down between her legs as he wandered the head starkly over loose cloth of salwar. Gradually the sidelong sways were constrained to the thin precious patch, which covered her crack.

Ruchi lay on floor with her arm below her head. I could well conceive that she was letting Reddi ji do his wish as a best possible farewell treat to him. She was simply looking down at him with open misty eyes.

He again put his hands on both of her raised knees and pulled them outwards till her folded legs nearly touched the floor and that made her thighs widely open to maximum. I knew that if she had not been wearing salwar, her crack would have decently opened itself to some extent even exposing some of her extremely private hairs inside the inner folds of lower folds between the bottom of front slit and her asshole, which mostly remained unattended while shaving.

The opening of her thighs that wide, made Reddi ji extremely defenseless as I could see from his uncontrolled erect penis jerking up and side ways. He held penis in his hand and put it directly over her slit near bottom of hips. It was rightly over the entering hole.

He pressed his hips to push his wounding penis head through the loose cloth to a depth as much he could. For a moment I felt he was going to punch her salwar.

Ruchi had closed her eyes before his maddening passion. This continued for a while and she began to feel his strong thrusts even though those were restrained by her salwar.

I saw my wife biting her lower lip between her teeth and spoke in over cast voice, " Sssee..... Sseeeii .......not so hard..... please ...slow..." and she slightly opened and closed her thighs twice in a row.

Sensing her uneasiness he slowed down and little later moved back and kissed her feet strapped in sandals and resting on floor and at this time I saw his penis bit had pushed the white cloth at least five millimeters in her hole.

That instantaneously reminded me that she had stopped wearing her underwears due to itching problems in last few days.

His inclined jerking log was spilling almost continuos smelling fluid.

He came up again near to her front seat between thighs and desperately moved his hand towards the tie cord of her salwar that she had well slipped below the cloth. Before he could pull that out from concealment, she jerked and instantaneously extended her hand and checked him by holding his hand firmly. I saw anger in her eye that was more like scolding a bad child.

That made Reddi ji to hold his penis at its bottom and he began furiously striking its head over her covered crack mostly at the spot where he had drilled her salwar cloth. Once, when an extreme frenzy nearly maddened him, he up lifted her legs in air and severely pressed both of her pulpy thighs on his log glittering by fluid.

Although Ruchi's eyes were hazy but she was calm and completely gave her to him for his pleasure. She adjusted her head again over her folded arm and closed her eyes.

Reddi ji again put his penis stab over sunken cloth spot and tried to push it but the cloth had its limitations. Suddenly I saw a gush of fury came in him and he began severely rubbing and pushing his penis all over her covered crack and then he looked helpless.

It was not visible to me but Ruchi too sensed that quite late. She twitched and slipped backward on the floor and that separated her from Reddi ji squatting on his knees. Her legs were widely open and she raised her head and looked between her thighs.

Reddi ji had cum on her salwar over her crack while he was furiously rubbing his penis over it. Now as she had slipped on floor upward, he was cumming and cumming on floor. She quickly jerked her hand and extending that between her open thighs to hold the salwar in her two fingers and raising the wet cloth and looked at it.

Yes! It was wet.......not wet but soaked in thickest viscous semen that had spread on cloth all around to her thighs. She had almost weeping eyes. Reddi ji, holding his penis was still spilling semen on that white viscous pool he had made on neat slippery pink floor.

Ruchi holding drenched soppy cloth in her fingers looked desperately at Reddi ji and nearly squealed, " Uei bhagwan {Oh God}, what you have done, how I will go down."
(to be continued)

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PART 21

Reddi ji looked at her like a third degree convicted man as she nervously looked around in that greenhouse.

Reddi ji was still cumming on floor but holding his penis in hand he raised himself and pulled small white handkerchief from his deep pocket and put that between her open soaked thighs and pressed. In the process he leaked some of his semen over the slawar wrapped over her calf.

Ruchi quickly pulled her folded leg up and desperately looked at that fresh sticky spot on her salwar and then she saw the extensive thick pool of his semen on the floor. He was still holding his half-erect penis and draining the remaining streaks from his testicles. She took the kerchief from him and slipped back more on floor keeping her lower half carefully open.

She placed handkerchief over her drenched salwar and pressed for some time and then she raised that and holding it at its corner by her fingers saw it. It was equally soaked but she put it again between open thighs and pressed her thighs for quite a time. She then opened her legs and removed it and again saw at her salwar between thighs and kerchief but it had already done its work almost to its capacity and there was no use of it putting there again.

She holding her raised slawar in fingers, nervously looked at Reddi ji who was on his knees holding his penis and was still adding a thin streak of semen to the vast pool he had made on the floor. She threw that soppy little cloth piece towards him and looked around obviously for a cloth, but there was no such thing around.

Reddi ji took that useless drenched kerchief and put that over the vast pool. His semen streak connecting him to that pool had nearly ended. He tried to absorb that pool in cloth but that little cloth itself became a part of the extensive pool.

Ruchi having no option held her drenched salwar in her two fingers and pulled the soapy cloth to its maximum, not more than a centimeter and jerked wetness up and down few times in air. Little after she desperately left that and stood from floor and rearranged her to her best. The saturated part of her salwar well hid below her dark black kurta except few stains over her calf area but those didn't have their own strength to attract any attention.

Reddi ji too stood and saw that big pool and the kerchief in that. He took his still live penis back in underwear and pant and pulled back his fly. He and Ruchi nervously saw the pool and looked around. A moment later Ruchi moved to the black pine bonsai that was kept along the Japanese lantern and slid it and placed over the kerchief and pool.

I stood from that stray chair carefully not to make it squeak and slowly went out of room and stood at the head of round iron stairs. The courtyard below was clear and looked lifeless. I came down and walked out through the same back door by which I had come.

I was thinking about my future. I was sure that for me and my family our middle-class days are almost over. But with what price? The kind of attraction and bond was building up between Ruchi and Reddi ji, I was almost sure that they will mate again and again in the coming future. Reddi ji was a powerful man and Ruchi was almost in love with Reddi ji. No power on earth can now stop them to copulate. My mother already gave Reddi Ji her permission to mate with my wife if his wife comes here to stay with him. I knew that though I was very fond of sex and always tried to give her as much sexual pleasure as I could, but still I was no match with that powerful weapon of Reddi Ji. After tonight’s incident Reddy Ji and Ruchi will start fucking regularly in the coming days and I will have to keep my mouth shut. I could see that there was a fair chance that Ruchi may try to breed with Reddy ji also. For the betterment of my family I will have to allow that also otherwise I will not only loose my job and my families support but also my beautiful wife. I took my decision right then. I wanted to see the end of that drama.


And after 2 years of that night’s dinner incident………now I feel that I took the perfect decision and all the assumption about my wife that I assumed that night is shockingly true.
(END)

Loved this story,is there more anywher??

[Ramesh_Rocky]

DIARY OF A CUCKOLD HUSBAND
PART24


"Are you serious?" I interjected. "Hmm..." she nodded."My inability to conceive fuelled Rahul's desire."
"Mansi, however, didn't need any such encouragement."

I was surprised by Rohini's description of the motives that ended the arrangement. Rahul harboring such thoughts was not surprising at all; although, I couldn't comprehend Mansi's eagerness to conceive from Rahul. She was never keen on bearing children and had decided to postpone that process until she was into her thirties.

"Are you sure about Mansi's eagerness?" I asked trying to get more information from her.

"Absolutely!"

"Trust me," she said

"Mansi would let him mount every time she is in heat, if this starts again," she said and quickly corrected herself, "She would encourage him to mount," emphasizing the word encourage.

"She always made him cum insider her during her fertile period. She instinctively chose to risk it with him," she added.

"Mansi is not much into kids," I said surprised by her admission.

"You are right, she is not." Rohini quickly responded.

"However, alpha males tend to have such an affect on women they mate with."

All this surprised me a little. If Mansi craved sex with Rahul to such an extent, she should have never stopped taking her pills. After all, the problem wasn't very serious and she had admitted this to me after we moved out of their place. And now that she had discontinued her pills, she shouldn't have much difficulty in conceiving from Rahul. After all, we had several discussions on reinitiating the arrangement again.

"What do you think?" I asked her changing the course of our conversation.

"Do you desire this?"

"The question is what you desire," she said taking a deep breath.

"If it excites you to have your wife become his mistress, then you should be willing to live with the consequences," she added as she took my hands in hers.

"Wouldn't it hurt you if Rahul choose to exclusively mate with Mansi?" I asked her hinting at the motive behind my question.

"I have passed that stage now," she reluctantly admitted.

"Mansi is incredibly beautiful woman and I understand that as you understand now that she was meant to be bred by him." " It is not as if he would never need me!"

"Besides, you are always there," she added, hiding her nervous laughter. It was unnerving to understand her plight. She was able to hide her feelings but now that we had grown so close over past couple of years, I could see how vulnerable she was.

"To tell you the truth," she started again. "It hurts a little but it is more psychological than physical."

"I would rather prefer to have sex with you, anyway," she said. I can't explain how elated I was after hearing this. Ever since Mansi started sleeping with Rahul, I had been feeling a little low about my ability to satisfy women. I never had doubts about my ability to satisfy women and I never did think a lot about my size before this started. We had the urge to kiss each other and neither of us hesitated in doing so. And in no time I was on my knees eating her out.

"Hmm..." she exclaimed as I lapped at her pussy

"I missed this so much...."

"You are so good," she said as I moved on top of her. She latched onto my lips and kissed me fervently, while her hand moved to my erect penis and started jerking it.

"No wonder Mansi has a tough time making up her mind," she said breaking the kiss.

"Choosing between your tongue and his penis!" she added. She slid down to take my penis in her mouth. Her talk was exciting me even further and I eagerly pushed my penis in her mouth. In no time, I started humping her mouth and when I tried to drive more of my penis inside, she pulled it out gasping for air and said, "I can't handle it!"

"Mansi can," she said gulping her saliva.

"But may be she won't let you have that privilege," she said in a casual tone. Rohini had a knack in understanding psychology of a person. She would say things that would matter to me but very casually, as if it was just another statement. I had seen Rahul hump Mansi's mouth twice and knew that Mansi was quite adapt at handling him. Although, I never tried and neither did she ever encourage me to engage in that act. Rohini fellated me after taking a breather. She kept me on the edge by sucking on my penis and at the same fingering my asshole. She lay down after pleasing me and said, "Help yourself if you need more."

As I moved on top of her she stopped me saying, "No; I meant you could eat me." She pulled me to kiss and after the breaking the kiss said, "You are not allowed to mount Rahul's women."

"Not until you have pleased them," she added pushing me down. Reluctantly, I started lapping her pussy again.

"Get used to it," she urged me, "This is what you would be doing most of the time once Mansi becomes Rahul's permanent mistress."

"I can almost visualize," she said. "You returning home on a Friday night at 10:00 pm." "Mansi is entertaining Rahul in your master bedroom." "Not having much to do but wait we make out in another bedroom," she said and then clarified, "Which essentially means you going down me."

"Not that we can't have intercourse, but I guess you would rather prefer doing with her after Rahul is done." "Obviously, Mansi would expect you to perform cunnilingus on her to soothe her inflamed pussy." "In the process lapping up their mixed juices," she added seductively.

All this excited me to such an extent that I started rapidly fingering her asshole. Most of her juices had flowed down to her puckered entrance and made it easy for me to finger her without causing her discomfort. This was the first time she let me finger her anus for such a long time. She started moaning in response to my expert ministrations on her clit and her anus. After having worked on her for more than ten minutes, she pulled me up and said, "Mount me!" "Show me you deserve to mount Rahul's women," she added. I sunk into her in one stroke as she let out a loud groan. Having had a long session previous night with Mansi, I was in no hurry to empty my balls. I shafted her for further seven or eight minutes before ejaculating in her. She kissed me very softly and said, "You sure do deserve to mount me."

"Perhaps even Mansi," she said as I smiled in response.

"As long as you understand her desire to be mounted by an alpha male such as Rahul, you should do just fine," she prophesied.

Now that we had quenched our thirst, we could attend to important issue at hand -- whether to take it to the next level or not. Putting together the pieces of puzzle was straightforward after this episode with Rohini.

Mansi was a beautiful woman and for her to marry at a tender age to someone like me always puzzled everyone. It was perhaps a primary reason why always a well-endowed man pleasured her in my fantasies. Few months into Mansi's affair with Rahul, I started doubting my ability to satisfy women. Fortunately, my doubts were unfounded as Rohini confessed about her preference to mate with me rather than Rahul. While it was true that Mansi enjoyed sex with Rahul, she never implied that she was dissatisfied with our sex life. Unfortunately, I always presumed otherwise and my reading about this lifestyle reinforced it.

In retrospect, it was my desire to see Mansi mate with well-endowed man that fuelled the arrangement and Mansi's affair. It had little to do with my inadequacies and perhaps little to do with Mansi's desire as well; although, had Mansi shunned these thoughts, we could have never reached this stage.

I didn't realize that Rohini had moved down and took my sticky penis in her mouth as these thoughts went through my mind. She quickly moved back and kissed me forcefully and pushed some of cum into my mouth. Not having time to react I kissed her back, only to taste the bitter taste of my semen. After a prolonged kiss, she said, "You have a lot of potential."

"You should encourage Mansi to become Rahul's mistress."

"Why?" I asked.

"You know why," she quickly retorted.

"Nothing could excite you more than knowing that a much able stallion is breeding your wife," she said.

"Not once; not twice." "But again and again……. several times, until he does justice to the beauty nature has bestowed on her."

"You know all that," she quickly added as an afterthought.

"Let's talk later," she said implying that there was something else she had on her mind. We decided to talk about it the following week.

(TO BE CONTINUED)

[Ramesh_Rocky]

DIARY OF A CUCKOLD HUSBAND

PART25
The following weekend on Sunday, Rohini and Rahul visited us. They decided to stay over since Rahul had work in the SF office next day. I was working from our local office on Monday and then flying to client's office that night. After dinner, Rahul stepped out to meet a friend of his while we three stayed at home. Rohini and I were watching a movie while Mansi was busy cleaning up. In between when Mansi was in the bedroom, I prodded Rohini for more details on what she had on mind the other day. She didn't reply but said we should talk later.

Mansi stepped out to do our laundry. It was around 9:00 or so it was not big an issue since the laundry room was downstairs just above the garage. She often did the laundry this time of the week since then it mostly unused and she can do it all in one go. As soon as Mansi shut the door behind her, Rohini pulled me for a kiss and passionately kissed me. After breaking the kiss, I said, "Too bad, we can't do much. You are extremely hot today."

"We won't have time for much," she replied eagerly and kissed me again. I squeezed her apple-sized breasts hard as I kissed her back. In no time I was on top of her grinding against her groin. She stopped me saying, "Don't."

"Save yourself for Mansi. She would need lot of relief tonight."

"I am guessing, Rahul would ravage my pussy for sure," she added. It was evident in the way they stole glances on the lunch table that the fire was very much simmering underneath and it only needed a little encouragement. Rohini quickly untied knot of her Salwar and pulled it down along with her panties to expose her fresh pussy to me.

"Eat me," she said quickly pulling me face into the wedge between her legs.

"Don't worry," she said as I hesitated, "We would have enough time to straighten up ourselves before Mansi enters the living room."

I went down on her for another five minutes or so when Mansi returned. We didn't have to make ourselves completely presentable as Mansi didn't bother check on us and went back down again carrying another load. We got back to our business again. This time around, I lapped at her pussy for more than ten minutes and yet there was no sign of Mansi. After eating her out for another five minutes, I had the urge to penetrate her and hence without much thought moved on top of her and kissed her fervently. She returned my kiss passionately and let me dry hump her. Not able to control my desire to penetrate her, I quickly pulled down my pajamas and lined up my penis at the entrance of her pussy.

"What are you doing?" she frowned on me grabbing my penis and stopping it from entering her.

"Aren't you forgetting the rule?" she said. Her voice softened a little as her hand slowly yet firmly jerked my penis.

"You can't mount Rahul's women."

"At least not until, he has had his turn and done for the day."

"Seriously, once you embark on this journey, you would have to wait for your turn."

"Always," she emphasized.

"Now get down there and eat me," she said in a stern voice pushing me down.

"Trust me, you are never going to regret that you took this turn in life," she assured.

"Now make me wet and horny," she said shoving her pussy into my face. I spent the next ten minutes pleasuring her with my tongue until she climaxed and then the next ten minutes rimming her. I was getting a little concerned about Mansi as she had gone for almost an hour. It was a little over ten when we tidied ourselves; I was planning to check out on Mansi and see if she needed any help but Rohini pulled me for another kiss. It was a slow and long kiss -- we explored each others mouths with our tongues. Breaking the kiss, she said, "You have it in you!"

"I would rather spend the night with you," she said teasingly, "But that would mean Rahul would be boning Mansi all night."

"And if she is in her fertile period, which I believe she is, she would have tough time avoiding pregnancy," added Rohini. Mansi soon entered carrying the load with clothes neatly folded and stacked.

"Let's talk tomorrow," Rohini whispered as I stepped out to get the rest of the stuff from the laundry room. Rohini opened the door for me when I returned. Rahul had returned from his friend's place and had already retired in our guest bedroom. Rohini took me aside and whispered, "You need to quench her thirst tonight."

"Ensure that she is satiated."

"Insist on sex even if she is reluctant."

"Mate with her as many time as you can."

"Who knows this might be your only opportunity to impregnate her," she added as she headed towards her bedroom
(TO BE CONTINUED)

[Ramesh_Rocky]

DIARY OF A CUCKOLD HUSBAND

PART26
Her last statement was an ominous one and I contemplated over it for a moment. Rohini presumed that I had accepted her proposal and it was only a matter of time before it was consummated. While this was fair to presume, what Rohini really implied was that Mansi would be willing to have bareback sex. I entered our bedroom a little hesitantly as these thoughts went through my mind. Mansi was on the bed and the light was turned off already. Still unsure I moved to my side of the bed and sat there for a moment.

Mansi hugged me from behind and planted a kiss on my neck. Her hands caressed my body and ever so lightly sneaked underneath my shirt. She caressed my body lovingly; her hands felt my taught stomach muscles before moving up to my well-shaped chest. And then she squeezed my chest (as if they were breasts) first gently and then viciously. She had picked up this nasty habit from Rahul as he had abused her breasts a lot during our stay at their place. It was perhaps one of the reasons why her bust size significantly increased during our stay. She played with my nipples a little, which I always enjoyed, before moving her hand inside my pajamas to seize my stiff penis. She jerked my penis the way Rohini did; mostly while disallowing me to mount her. Mansi's this new act could have been interpreted as a novelty but to me it was clearly a way of humiliating me. I asked surprised by her new behavior, "What has gotten into you?"

"Lust!" she whispered into my ear.

"For whom?" I quickly asked not realizing that I was suggesting as well. In past we had several such intimate and hot conversations with full of innuendo but Mansi never played along, she always tolerated it. Mansi had frankly admitted, on a number of occasions, that she had immensely enjoyed the time she spent with Rahul. However, she never tantalizingly mentioned it in our conversations. To her it was just another fact -- similar to the fact that Rohini had difficulty in accommodating him. This time she didn't hesitate and whispered into my ear, "Lust for my lover," as her thumb massaged the knob of my penis. I turned a little to kiss her and she returned my kiss. She kissed forcefully, stroking my penis with her tight fist. Breaking the kiss she completed her response, "who is in the next room."

"Pity that he is not at his rightful place," she whispered again, every so slowly jerking my penis. She was not just participating but extending horizons of our relationship. I had admitted to her several times that the best part of the affair for me was that Rahul had his way with her as and when he wanted. As our relationship developed, we discussed our fantasies and a favorite one of mine was making love to her after she had been with Rahul.

"It doesn't matter, though," she said after a few moments.

"He must be blissfully asleep after dumping his load in my mouth," she said ever so lightly, her voice only trembling a little.

"Did you taste it," she asked, her voice returning to normal tone. I didn't know how to respond and only managed to ask, "Really?" I asked hesitantly, pretending to be disinterested.

"Here," she said leaning for a kiss, "try again." And without much hesitation I accepted her kiss. While I was kissing her, I wondered if she really performed fellatio on him and if so where?

"Not yet," she asked after breaking our prolonged kiss.

"Perhaps you should try to see if he left something down there for you," she added casually, pushing me to kneel down in front of her. She scooted forward and pulled my face into her pelvic region. She wasn't wearing her panties, which was unusual if she had indeed been fucked. Her lips were wet and didn't belie her state. Driving my tongue through her pussy a few times, I figured out that she had not been fucked. She laid back and lifted her legs over my shoulders and said, "Eat it out to your hearts content."
(TO BE CONTINUED)

[Ramesh_Rocky]

DIARY OF A CUCKOLD HUSBAND

PART27
And then for the next forty-five minutes I was on my knees satisfying her with my tongue. I spent a lot of time on upper portion of her pussy, near her clit, and she would let me till it was too much for her and then she would push me southwards. I would spend a little time teasing her with my tongue at the lower end of her pussy. In doing so, often my tongue would slip a further down and lick her back hole. Surprisingly she never objected but only squirmed when my tongue accidentally invaded her puckered hole. Although Mansi had rimmed Rahul countless times, he sparingly reciprocated the favor; Rohini insisted he only did three times on her. I wondered if Mansi ever thought about receiving it, given that she knows how much Rahul craved for it.

She had two orgasms in the first thirty-five minutes but she never lifted her legs from my shoulder and every time I tried to rise, she forced me down with her legs. This was unlike Mansi, who rarely insisted on such a long foreplay. In the last leg she did something even more unusual and unexpected. As her second orgasm subsided, I worked on her lower portion of pussy and as usual my tongue occasionally breached the forbidden territory. However, this time on every occasion her pelvis tilted up giving more access to her puckered hole. I wasn't sure if it was my mind playing tricks with me.

Mansi had perhaps one of the finest asses among all the women I have personally known. Not that I had seen all of them naked but I could guess from general outline. Moreover, she certainly was one of the rarest to possess a reddish puckered hole that went along well with her pinkish pussy lips and slightly reddish areoles. I had seen Rohini's vaginal lips and asshole several times and they were very dark in comparison to her overall complexion. But then Rohini wasn't as fair as Mansi either. Rohini and I had once discussed about this and according to her most Indian women would have her kind of color difference. Mansi was special since she belonged to particular caste that hailed from the Konkan region of Maharashtra, which was under French and Portuguese rule for quite some time. There were rumors that the rulers mixed with the local people, due to which most of these  have either blue or brown eyes. This was also one of the reasons why her parents were unwilling to accept me as their son-in-law.

I had little hesitation to rim such a beautiful ass However, I wasn't entirely sure if that is what Mansi desired, hence I focused on perineum instead of directly moving to her asshole. She let me do that for a little while and then she placed her feet on my shoulders and lifted herself up a little to give access to her rear entry point. She gripped my hand as my tongue probed her asshole indicating that she indeed found that pleasurable. I supported her bum on my hands to ease the pressure on my shoulders and started pleasuring my wife. Mansi immensely enjoyed the last ten minutes of our foreplay. By the time I was finished with her, her asshole had become so wet and supple that I could easily see-saw two of my fingers through her asshole.

Having satisfied her completely, I moved on top of her and kissed her forcibly and despite having climaxed couple of times, she responded fervently. She was not done yet and asked me if I had tasted his cum. To my utter surprise I quickly responded, "No but I wish I could," and kissed her again. Her hand quickly moved down to my erect penis but she had little difficulty in getting hold of it as our bodies were practically glued. I slid down next to her to give more access to her.

Our kisses were unusually wet, sloppy and extremely passionate. Breaking the kiss she said, "Perhaps he shot it right inside my womb." Her hands were busy jerking me very delicately and all the talk was now exciting me so much that I started to pump in and out of her fist.

"He breaches the narrow corridor of my cervix often," she said.

"Many a times he is deeply wedged inside my cervix while spewing his baby making sperm," she added in her seductive voice looking for a response in my eyes. In the faint light of our bathroom passage she could only sense my reaction. However, the frantic pumping underneath might have conveyed what she was enquiring about.

"Could he have impregnated me?" she asked innocently, reaching out for my lips. I kissed her passionately and very soon moved on top to mount her. She spread her legs and asked, "Where are the condoms?"

A rhetoric question! She immediately fished out one from our bedside table. Reluctantly I pulled it on top of my rock hard pecker that was longing to feel the insides of her vagina and perhaps have a shot at impregnating her.

"Just in case," she said as I slid my penis inside her well-lubricated vagina.

"I don't want to risk it."

"Although, I might already be pregnant," she said emphasizing that Rahul had the privilege of taking her bareback. Not sure what it was -- whether it was the humiliation or a sense of competition -- but it fueled my desire to quench her thirst. It was also Rohini's last words for the night that reminded me to do my best tonight; perhaps that helped me go down on her for over forty-five minutes. I never had much doubt in my ability to satisfy a woman with my tongue but satisfying a woman entirely with your penis is certainly a different ball game. I shafted her at a rapid pace as I thought about these things. Mansi certainly was enjoying our intense session; she was continuously moaning and grunting every time I rammed my penis all the way into her. A few minutes into it, she raised her legs and placed them on my bum and pulled me into her. As my rhythm slowed down, she said, "Slow down."

"Easy," she breathed out.

"I want you to last at least half as long as he lasts," she added again nonchalantly. It inflated my desire to shaft her as long as I could but given very little room I resorted to kissing her forcibly and she responded passionately. I was eager to hump her -- her use of pelvic muscles was making harder for me to control my ejaculation. Breaking the kiss she said, "I can see that you enjoy having your wife entertain well-endowed men."

"Perhaps, I should invite him over every weekend." She eased the pressure and let me freely shaft her; realizing perhaps that I wouldn't hold on for much longer. I noticed in the watch that it has been over five minutes since I started shafting her. It truly was an achievement considering how excited I was and that I had already spend enough time with Rohini. Unfortunately, even my best timings couldn't beat Rahul's worst ones. Rahul's quickies would last thirty to forty-five minutes, the bulk of which would be Mansi's foreplay on Rahul and then fifteen-to-twenty minutes of humping. Determined to please Mansi for as long as I could, I tried varying the pace and rhythm to postpone my ejaculation and after about another eight minutes I climaxed. Mansi hugged me very tightly as if were unloading in her.

"That was terrific," she exhaled.

"Looks like all the talk fired you up," she added.

"I knew you were making it up all along," I responded.

"I bet you wished it was all true," she said slapping my but.

"Of course, it drives me crazy," I responded.

"I am glad," she said, "I made you wear the condom."

"I wonder how much you would have ejaculated if Rahul indeed had fucked me," she added.

"You were pretty excited too," I retorted.

"You made me eat you for more than forty-five minutes!"

"I can't help it," she shrugged, "He has that effect on me."

"If he were to force himself upon me then I would have no choice but to accept him."

"Condom or no condom," she emphasized.

"After all I was his mistress," she justified.
(TO BE CONTINUED)

[Ramesh_Rocky]

DIARY OF A CUCKOLD HUSBAND
PART28


We slept soon after that. Without doubt, this was our best session yet. We had certainly alleviated our relationship to the next level. Mansi understood my desire to have her mate with Rahul and even accepted it as normal behavior. I wondered if she had indeed made out with Rahul in our laundry room. Our laundry room is secluded and hence that couldn't be ruled out. It was possible that she could have offered blow job to him as her pussy wasn't dilated at all.

Her last few words vindicated Rohini's suggestion. Although we had discussed about making love to her after she has been with Rahul, neither eating her out nor impregnating her were ever implied. It was Mansi's extension to our favorite fantasy, perhaps. Mansi rarely shared her fantasies, although she always confessed that her excitement comes from illicitness of the acts involved. Rahul's oversized equipment and his insatiable libido only heightened her pleasure.

Her sudden active interest in playing along in my fantasies raised a few doubts. I wondered if she had already reinitiated her affair; worse, if she never broke off the affair. The thoughts troubled me and I couldn't sleep well. I woke up suddenly around 1:30 am with thirst. Not surprisingly, I had an erection that needed attention but I turned to the more urgent need.

Returning to bed I snuggled next to Mansi and planted soft kisses on her neck. She was fast asleep and didn't respond. I moved my hand to her exposed bum and squeezed her butt tenderly. Very slowly I slipped my hand in the narrow space between her thighs to reach her clitoris. She was fast asleep and was oblivious to my movements. However, as I gently massaged her clitoris and rubbed my penis between her legs, she started responding and her vagina got wet in no time. In her moans I heard her whisper, "Oh Rahul!"

"I thought you would never come," she mumbled. I still wasn't sure if she was awake or asleep as she didn't make any move. I continued kissing her neck and then slowly moved to her earlobes. She squirmed as my tongue traced her earlobe but didn't turn back and only spread her legs further and mumbled, "Mount me!"

"Impregnate me..." she moaned. I was stunned to hear that but thought she was only playing. Mansi was practically sleeping on her back with her legs splayed open providing enough access to her pussy. I didn't waste much time and mounted her from behind and with hardly any effort drove my penis into her. This was the first time I took her in this position. We did doggie style several times but this position was a lot harder, perhaps because I wasn't long enough to keep my penis embedded inside her while shafting her in this position. Very soon Mansi was moaning. However, having ejaculated only a few hours earlier, I was in no mood to finish so soon. Rohini's words were still playing in my mind. I had to prove that I was being worthy of her husband. Moreover, I just realized that I was taking her bareback in her fertile period. It was an incredible feeling, although Mansi didn't respond, except for her moans. After about fifteen minutes of non stop humping, Mansi said, "Let's change positions."

Without thinking I changed into our regular missionary style and started humping her again. I leaned to kiss her but she refused and pulled me further and tongued my earlobes. I knew she would resist, fearing her stale breath. As I pumped her hard, trying to match Rahul's virility, she whispered, "You are so good today."

"I almost thought it was Rahul." This excited me to great extent and I pumped her hard for another five minutes before shooting my sperm deep inside her. As we regained our composure after another wild session she playfully patted on my butt and said, "You bastard."

"You too want to sow your seeds?" she said.

"You too?"

"Who else?" I asked her surprised by her remark. It seemed as if I had caught her in the act. She didn't react but was a little uncomfortable before asking a rhetorical question, "Who else?" "Rahul!" she answered it herself.

"You never told me about this?" I acted surprised.

"What is there to tell?" she asked.

"In case you haven't realized, your wife tends to have such an effect on men she meets with," she added with a nervous laughter.

"Now, get off," she said, "Let me wash; otherwise you might really make me pregnant."

The thoughts about Rahul making out with Mansi while I slept next to her intrigued me. I wondered if Mansi was just playing along or was she in the middle of a dream. Anyway, having spent myself twice that night I couldn't worry too much about it and quickly dozed off. I woke up pretty early with a stiff erection -- partly due to inflated bladder and partly due to Mansi's lips wrapped around my member. It was a pleasant wakeup call and perhaps very first time Mansi woke me up that way. Finding me awake, she said, "You might as well return the favor," and moved on top of me into 69-position. I didn't need much encouragement and tongued her pink lips that had retracted back to their original shape. Her slit had certainly widened after having been fucked by Rahul incessantly for over a year. It made me wonder how much distended her lips would become after delivering Rahul's child. Yes, I thought "Rahul's child". I had a firm belief that Mansi would bear him a child sooner or later and somehow I felt he would be the first one to knock her up. I pleasured her with my tongue and even licked her puckered hole. Mansi was in hot mood as she deep throated me effortlessly and even fingered my asshole that drove me crazy. However, having spent myself twice I wasn't even nearing point of ejaculation even after Mansi frantically sucked on my pecker for over 20 minutes. She, though, climaxed pretty soon. Finally, she gave up and said, "Looks like you would take too long," and left me unsatisfied.

"I would be late for work," she justified as she cleaned herself up before heading out to kitchen for her breakfast. It was only 6:15 and didn't understand her rationale since she had two hours. I didn't take much time to sleep again and woke up in an hour. I freshened up myself and was about to step out when Mansi entered the bedroom and silently behind my back stepped into our bathroom. I grabbed her from behind and almost pinned her to the bathroom door and kissed her neck softly.

"You didn't finish what you started," I softly whispered to her.

"What do you want?" she retorted quickly and added, "We have done it thrice already." She very reluctantly turned around to face me but didn't directly look into my eyes. I sensed something was wrong but couldn't guess what. As I moved into kiss her she evaded my lips and said, "You don't want to kiss me now." Her looks told me she was guilty but of what I wondered. Did she do it with Rahul in the morning? Was she late because of that; it was 8:25 right now.

"If you have to know," she seductively said, cupping my hard erection with one of her hand.

"I was busy with my lover!" she softly whispered looking into my eyes. I didn't hesitate and quickly responded, "What makes you think that would deter me?"

She smiled seductively and said, "I said because it would encourage you." And very soon our lips locked and we passionately kissed each other again. For a moment I though she had indeed been with Rahul but then realized that she was just playing along as she did last night. After a little foreplay she complained that she had to hurry up or she would be late. I teasingly complained, "You never thought about it while doing with him."

Puzzled with my question she thought for only a moment and then retorted, "Well..."

"I am his mistress."

"And if I don't mate with him during my fertile period, how will I become pregnant?" she said casually. That statement of hers did it for me and I ravaged her right at there. She was late for her work by half an hour and she ensured that I wore condom before I fucked her to further humiliate/titillate me. We showered together for a change and in the shower she joked about our new role play in the bedroom. Mansi agreed that she had immensely enjoyed previous nights fucking and agreed that it indeed spiced up our relationship. Upon probing further she reluctantly admitted, "I feel ashamed to say this but sometime I miss having sex with him."

"Why have you stopped the arrangement?" I probed further.

"I can't handle the pills anymore and Rahul would never use a condom," she replied softly.

"Trust me," she said before I could say anything.

"He will make me pregnant no matter what."

As she stepped out of the shower, she warned me, "Keep him away from me."

"You can't hold me responsible for the consequences!"

Mansi left but I continued to shower contemplating about her affair. Mansi was concerned of her desire to be impregnated by Rahul and was vulnerable around him. It seemed fairly certain to me that he would nail her sooner or later. Mansi was quite intent on postponing her pregnancy until she was into her thirties, which meant five more years. Rahul, however, would have a five year window and even if
Mansi succumbs to his advances only a couple of times in these five years it would mean two children to him.
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DIARY OF A CUCKOLD HUSBAND
PART29

Mansi and Rahul both were gone when I entered our kitchen. Rohini was sipping on her coffee browsing through newspaper.

"Did you sleep well?"

"Or did Mansi keep you busy whole night," she asked. I smiled in response and sat opposite to her with my coffee. She neatly folded the newspaper and kept it aside; her hands clasped the cup very tightly as she thought for a few moments and said, "Things are a little more complicated than I thought."

"What do you mean?" I asked.

"Well, earlier you had a choice but now you have run out of time," she said.

"Please be clear," I urged.

"Please promise me that you would never ever share this with Mansi," she said looking into my eyes. After I nodded, she started, "Her desire to procreate with Rahul is much stronger than I thought."

"How do you conclude that?"

"Well your wife performed fellatio on Rahul last night," she said.

"What?"

"Where?" I asked puzzled.

"In the laundry room."

"I wouldn't blame her. Rahul might have planned it," she reasoned.

"Why didn't you satisfy her last night?" she asked a little annoyed.

"What makes you think so?" I asked.

"Mansi came back for more in the morning," she exhaled.

"What do you mean she came back for more?" I asked.

"She did it with him on the bed while I slept next to them."

"Give me a break," I said not believing what she was saying.

"Trust me, she has played with him several times in my presence and is not at all shy."

"We did thrice," I answered her previous question.

"She is such a slut," exclaimed Rohini.

"Four times in a night and yet she comes in the morning for more."

"She didn't even hesitate to smooch him," she added.

"You mean a French kiss?" I asked.

"Yes, tongue-to-tongue, exchanging loads of saliva and yes Rahul hadn't washed his mouth but Mansi had," she clarified. I had sensed that Mansi had penchant for pleasing her lovers. On New Year's morning, I had witness her French kissing him soon after he woke up. It wasn't surprising either given that she never hesitated to rim him.

"Did they fuck?" I asked since it didn't seem to me that she was fucked.

"No, but he did fuck her mouth."

"The ordeal went on for more than an hour," she exclaimed.

I was a little surprised with sudden turn of events and it seemed Mansi was only pretending but then why would Rohini lie to me. Moreover, she herself seemed to be disturbed.

"Anyway, Mansi has a very strong desire to procreate with Rahul."

"But she would resist until you consent."

"Resist?"

"Yes, she satisfied him with her mouth both the times although she was in her fertile period."

"She surely can't resist getting mounted by him for long."

"Are you suggesting that I don't have much choice?"

"Yes, sort of; if you would like to think that way."

"Please be specific and clear," I said earnestly requesting her to guide me through this difficult decision. "Do you believe Rahul would impregnate Mansi sooner or later?"



"Sort of," I said preferring to be vague.

"Irrespective of whether you consented or not?" she added.

"Perhaps," I tried to be brief and vague.

"No point in stopping her from becoming his mistress then."

"Not at all," I answered promptly.

"We had talked about this," I said.

"Yes, however, you seem to have either misunderstood or completely ignored the issue," she responded.

"As Rahul's mistress, she would be obliged to bear his children!"

"And if you still have any doubts," she said, "Mansi is more than willing to fulfill her destiny."

"I perfectly understand that," I countered.

"It is only fair that Rahul being *the* alpha male gets an opportunity to impregnate her."

"Yet, Mansi carries her guilty conscience that doesn't allow her to fulfill her destiny."

"What are you suggesting?" I asked.

"Mansi is aware that you could accommodate an accidental impregnation."

"However, her mistress duties demand that she bear as many children as she could."

"In fact, as a perfect mistress she would always conceive from him."

"I have sort of decided to give her free rein in this regard," I shrugged.

"That's the first step," retorted Rohini.

"The second step is to let her know that you truly desire this."

"I mean, if you don't have a fervent desire to have her impregnated by Rahul, then this is bad idea."

"After all you would have to live with the consequences!"

"There isn't much doubt it in my mind and perhaps your mind that this excites you."

"We wouldn't have come this far, otherwise."

"Trust me; there is real danger if you are not willing to live with any of the consequences."

"Rahul is an inconsiderate bastard," she said casually.

"He would ensure that she is pregnant with his child most of her child bearing years."

"We can't possibly afford so many children," I complained.

"Yet from her young age of 25 to ripe age of 35 she could easily bear six children."

"All of them fathered by Rahul," she emphasized.

Rohini was pacing around the room as we talked about this while I sat at the dinning table listening to her intently. We were in serious discussions and didn't try to engage in any kind of sexual foreplay. Rohini suddenly grabbed my crotch from behind and said, "This is what I am talking about."

"Just the thoughts of such a possibility gives you an erection," she joked.

"You have a passion for this," she said, "and can endure this effortlessly."

"Don't worry about the financial implications," she said sitting in front of me, holding my hands in hers.

"Rahul and I would financially support his children."

"Here is my proposal," she said.

"You let Mansi become his mistress for life and let things take its natural course."

"Is Rahul aware of this?" I asked.

"NO!"

"And he should never know about this and neither should Mansi know about this."

"You are quite adept at conveying your acceptance non-verbally to Mansi, though"

"And that's the only encouragement she would need."

"The understanding is you never interfere with Mansi's mistress duties and willingly accept the consequences thereof."

"It would be a semi-open relationship."

"In the sense, that Mansi and Rahul wouldn't try to hide their relationship but wouldn't make it a central theme either."

"Is this acceptable to you?" she asked.

"I need time to think," I replied since I didn't want to get into it right away not that I felt I had lot of choice in this regard.

"To sweeten the deal, I have another proposal for you," she said encouraging me to accept her proposal.

"I see that you would be traveling to LA and Denver on a frequent basis," she said.

"How about hooking you up with someone over there?"

It struck me that she was referring to Dolly and Nisha. Arun and Nisha had recently moved to Denver from Fresno.

"You are kidding right?" I asked stumped by her suggestion.

"Not really if you are serious about humping these two classy ladies," she quickly retorted.

"Who wouldn't want to?" I asked a rhetorical question.

"Well then, here is your chance," she said.

"All you have to do is let Mansi be Rahul's true mistress."

"And you would be mounting these ladies on a regular basis."


"Not that you would need such an incentive," she added.

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DIARY OF A CUCKOLD HUSBAND
PART30
"I can't see how I can stop her from becoming his *true* mistress," I responded casually.


"She cannot become his *true* mistress, until she has your unconditional support."

"Agreed she might succumb to Rahul's advances and might deliver a child or two."

"But she would carry her guilt conscience and that might affect your relationship."

"What are you suggesting?" I asked.

"Well, you need to help her get rid of the guilt."

"And how do I do that?" I quickly retorted.

"By subtly conveying your desire to have her mounted by a superior stud, who rightfully deserves to impregnate her, every time she is in her fertile period," she said it rather casually. I was surprised by her directness but perhaps she was correct in being forthright about it.

"Understand," I responded and quickly asked, "What makes you think that Nisha and Dolly would be willing?"

"I know."

"Yet, why me?" I asked.

"Because they would pick you if they were to pick one from the three other men," she said.

"Really?"

"It shouldn't be a surprise to you," she said, "after all Mansi must have seen something in you."

"Now it is a different matter that after sampling each one of you, she might choose to only get impregnated by Rahul."

"So, what makes you think that they would choose to mate with me?"

"I know that they would be willing to have an ongoing affair with you."

"This doesn't make sense?" I interjected.

"Why wouldn't they want to do with Rahul or Arun or Vinit?"

"There are reasons for it," she quickly replied.

"But I guess, I would have to let the cat out of the bag," she added.

"The seeds of this were sown during the July 4th weekend of last year when Mansi got the first taste of Rahul's majestic equipment."

"I guessed something happened that weekend and we guys were left in the dark," I said urging her to tell the whole story.

"Did they indulge in excessive activities that night?" I asked.

She nodded to my question. It was surprising why nobody voted on continuation of such an arrangement. As Rohini narrated the discussions that happened in our master bedroom that shaped much of our life, things became clearer. The ladies had decided to not relent and win the battle with us at all costs. They had figured out that by providing unrestricted access to them, they were actually helping the men defeat themselves. Rohini definitely had a subplot to the main theme, which entailed enlisting Mansi's services to assist in her bedroom duties. It turned out Arun molested Dolly to great extent and made full use of his rights that night. He irritated Dolly constantly by manhandling her breasts and even sticking up his finger up her ass most of the time. Vinit on the other hand was a lot more reserved and needed lot of encouragement from Nisha. We had all sampled our spouses to such an extent that we could practically have agreed to our wife swapping arrangement with no conditions attached.

The ladies vividly discussed their episodes that night -- naturally Rohini and Mansi tempered their stories a little. Dolly expressed her resentment about being abused by Arun but understood that he was only trying to unnerve her with his antics. Nisha didn't enjoy her time much with Vinit and later on confessed to Rohini that he was rather under equipped to handle someone her size. Nisha enjoyed kissing him though since Arun rarely every kissed and he almost never went down on her. It was at this moment when Mansi volunteered that I was, perhaps, the best kisser amongst all the men and perhaps rare one who could make a woman orgasm just by using his tongue. Rohini agreed with Mansi and even added that I was decently equipped as well, which perked up Dolly and Nisha's interest.

All the ladies found me very attractive and felt that I was the best looking of the lot even though I was a little darker for their taste. Dolly was interested in me because of my all-round capabilities but more importantly because of my penis size. Nisha was interested in me because of my ability to please a woman with tongue. Rohini claimed that Arun and I were similarly equipped.

Vinit and Arun were certainly a little unsure about having their wives fucked by other men so they didn't vote in favor of the arrangement. Dolly and Nisha knew that their husbands wouldn't approve of such a wild idea and hence had to vote against it. Rohini and Mansi voted against as per their initial plan.

Rohini smartly maintained these conversations with Dolly and Nisha on an individual basis and found out that they were eager to experiment outside their marriage. On confronting her with the question why she and Rahul chose Mansi over the other interested ladies, her answer was enlightening. While Dolly and Nisha were willing to experiment, they could have never passed the litmus test -- walking the last mile. Arun and Vinit were too possessive to allow their wives to become Rahul's mistress and both Dolly and Nisha certainly don't have the desire to undertake such a responsibility. Mansi on the other had strong desire -- was capable -- and had an accommodating husband, apart from being the most beautiful and desirable woman among the three.

Having heard the entire story, I was satisfied. For once, it felt very good knowing that there were two other ladies who were interested in me. It was a happy coincidence that the three ladies, surprisingly, were interested in me and the three men, not surprisingly, were interested in my wife. This was an important revelation that shaped most of our lives.

Dolly and Nisha were attractive ladies, perhaps not as beautiful as Mansi, yet attractive enough to spike my interest. In retrospect, it was thoughtful of Rohini to provide me such an opportunity. It was easier to accept her proposal -- not that I needed such an incentive but it helped me save my face in front of Mansi and even Rahul. Dolly and Nisha were extremely fair like Mansi but both were a little shorter than her. Dolly was the shortest at 5'1" while Nisha stood 5'3". Nisha was blessed with glowing complexion, very similar to that of Mansi's, however her facial features weren't as striking and neither was her figure. She had a pyramid structure with wider hips but her breasts couldn't quite match her overall physique. Dolly on the other hand had slightly wider hips and narrow chest but her breasts were much bigger for her frame; they would have seemed even larger on Nisha. Dolly wasn't gifted with flawless complexion and her skin was a little rough but she was very cute.

I asked Rohini, "How soon can things begin?"

"As soon as you wish," she replied calmly.

"In fact, Dolly and Vinit are contemplating on starting their family."

"If you are lucky then you may get a chance to impregnate Dolly."

I was stunned hearing this. It was a little difficult for me to even accept that they would engage with me in an illicit relationship and here she was suggesting far too forbidden. It was difficult to understand my eagerness to fuck these women, since none of them were as beautiful as Mansi. Nevertheless, I was hard pressed to accept Rohini's proposal.

Mansi wouldn't be able to resist Rahul's advances and hence it was futile on my part to even resist such a proposal. Moreover, I truly desired to have her mounted by a much able stud -- one who could do justice to her beauty. I didn't take much longer to make up my mind and the following week just before flying home, I confessed to Rohini.

"Great," she said hearing my confession.

"It's the perfect choice for you."

"Besides you will get a chance to have some fun on the side as well."

"Now, listen," she continued.

"The plan is to have Mansi deliver her first one before her 26th birthday."

Mansi would be turning 25 this November, and her birthday was only two months away. We were planning to be in India in the month of November for her cousins wedding, so I presumed things would start after we came back. Rohini, however, had much grander plans.

"You need to encourage her to resume the affair," she urged.

"And in subtle ways suggest that you are not averse to the idea of having her bear Rahul's children."

This was easier said than done, though. Rohini's master plan was to be launched in India, as she later revealed. She arranged for a mini tour of Rajasthan on horseback knowing very well that Mansi loved to ride. Mansi herself had several times confessed that it was one of her dreams to go on a horse safari. Rohini decided to fulfill her dreams while providing Rahul an opportunity to fulfill his dream. I imagined Rahul mounting Mansi while riding on a horse as I had once seen in a movie named Sirocco. Rohini left it to me to convey the plans to Mansi. Quite unexpectedly, Mansi got mad at me.

"You agreed," she shot back.

"What do you expect?" I responded.

"This was something you yearned for so long," I added not realizing that it carried another connotation as well.

"Besides, it would have been impolite," I added.

"Ajoy you are already aware," she started. I responded "What?" not knowing what she meant.

"I can't sleep with Rahul," she added dejectedly, "without having consequences."

We had reached a point in our relationship where we clearly understood what this trip with them meant. Moreover, we could even talk about it -- albeit not in a very open and frank manner yet. Mansi clearly understood that there would be an attempt to resurrect our arrangement, and this time she was hesitant to take the lead as it would have entailed consequences that we would have to deal with our entire life.

I understood her nervousness and took her in my arms. Her face was flush red, embarrassed about having to admit her plight. I lightly kissed her lips and whispered, "Yet you would always desire to sleep with him," and after a little thought added, "perhaps with some *unintended* consequences." I very cleverly stopped a fraction longer on the word *unintended*.

She had a nervous smile but I didn't let her feel embarrassed and kissed her passionately. Breaking the kiss she said, "You don't understand."

"Don't worry about the consequences," I interjected.

"Savor the moment!"

"I can't resist his advances Ajoy," she moaned into my chest.

"I know he is much well-endowed and gives you much more pleasure," I responded very lovingly.

"You don't have to feel embarrassed of admitting your desires," I said very courageously.

"As long as you are not falling in love with him, we have nothing to fear." I added.

She kissed me and in between the kiss said, "You are an ideal husband." Her nervousness had vanished and she seemed to be a little more composed now, given that I almost suggested that she get pregnant from him. She slid her hand into my pajamas and cupped my erection that was painfully concealed in my underwear. Then pulling out my erection, she gave it a very wicked twist, and breaking the kiss said, "And he is an ideal lover," looking straight into my eyes. There was no shame but only pride as she made this statement.

"You only reserve the very best for your wife," she said tracing my lips with her tongue. She was practically drooling; I gulped lot of her saliva as we shared another open mouthed kiss.

"Your best mate to satisfy your wife in bed," she whispered between her kiss and then bit my lower lip. I quickly responded, "If he does the job," while my lower lip was still between her teeth. Hearing my prompt response heightened her excitement and she started nibbling on my lower lip.

"He does a magnificent job," she responded breaking the kiss. I quickly moved my hand inside her panty and inserted my middle finger deep into her vagina. It was soaking wet and I could slide it in with almost no effort.

"I can see the idea excites you," I said playing with her open vulva with my thumb.

"Very much," she moaned into my mouth, "More so during my fertile period," she added tactfully. I latched onto her lips and furiously pumped my penis in her palm. I moved my other hand behind her ass and fingered her puckered hole. It was already wet with her secretions flowing from her vagina and I didn't have much difficultly in titillating her there.

"You seem to be a little more interested in my ass," she said sexily.

"Don't get any ideas; I am reserving it for my lover!"

She was masturbating me as I probed both of her holes. I had already slid my other finger up her asshole up until my knuckle, beyond which I found a little difficult to maneuver. She was breathing heavily as my other had massaged her clit furiously. Pretty soon she was having her orgasm. Towards the end, her anal opening had widened enough for me to see-saw my finger effortlessly. Yet, it was in no way distended to accommodate my penis, much less Rahul's.

Recovering from her orgasm, she asked, "You wouldn't mind if I provided exclusive access to Rahul during my fertile periods, do you?"

"Not if you intend to get pregnant from him," I responded without missing a beat. She smiled and kissed me deeply again. Her kisses were much wetter and longer than usual. She straddled me and positioned my quickly inserted my penis into her lubricated vagina.

"You wouldn't mind if I reserved myself exclusively for Rahul on Friday nights?" she playfully asked bobbing up and down on my penis.

"Not if you make it up following night and I get to bone Rohini," I replied promptly.

"You bastard!" she said.

"You should consider yourself lucky if you ever get me all to yourself after this starts."

"I wouldn't mind as long as you are willing to entertain me in your spare time," I responded pushing my penis deep into her.

"You can definitely count on that," she replied playfully
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DIARY OF A CUCKOLD HUSBAND
PART31
. She didn't ride me all the way; instead chose to fellate me. She then gently kneaded my asshole for the first in our life. And then after spending a few minutes sucking on my penis, she did something that totally took me with surprise. She wet her middle finger with her saliva and applied a little more pressure to the entrance. She generously applied her saliva to lubricate the entrance, enough to slide her finger in. I squirmed with pleasure as she did this. It was perhaps too much for me and I climaxed in a matter of couple of minutes after she initiated this. I expected her to swallow my cum as she had done several times for Rahul but she didn't. Instead she let it just rub my sperm smeared penis across her lips.


"I would have swallowed every drop of Rahul's ejaculation," she said with a little smirk as she headed for our bathroom. She turned back and justified, "Part of my mistress duties." As we slid in bed, snuggled against each other, she whispered, "I have not intention of entering the family way, yet."

"So, you better keep that stud away from me."

Next few weeks until we flew to India went in similar fashion. Each night Mansi would test the limits of my desire and my willingness to surrender my breeding privileges to Rahul. As each day passed it seemed clear to me that although Mansi enjoyed our fantasy, she was unwilling to live it. The three weeks in India were spent quite passionately as well. Mansi despite being busy with marriage arrangements never neglected my needs; in fact she would fuck me tirelessly.

Just a day before we were scheduled to fly to Rajasthan, Rohini called and let us know that she wouldn't be able to make the trip due to her mother's health. She encouraged both of us to go ahead with our plans. Mansi and I were surprised with this sudden change of plan but believed Rohini as her mother indeed wasn't well. Rohini called me a little later after Mansi went out with her friends.
"Everything is as per plan," she clarified.

"It wouldn't take much time for Rahul to break her resolve. So, if you have changed your mind, all you need to do is guard her."

"Otherwise let it evolve as per Mansi's desire," she suggested.

Having opened up with Mansi, it was pretty clear that I desired this as much as she did. It was not clear, however, how things would transpire.


We headed to Rajasthan the following day and reached there in the evening. We were there for four night's safari, although the original safari was for seven days. Not surprisingly the safari wasn't terribly crowded and there were several empty tents. Rahul had made the arrangements for us. The tents were quite luxurious. They had a separate bathroom -- quite surprising by Indian standards. There were two beds; each one pretty big for one person but not quite big for two people. There was a small table between the two beds and the beds must have been six feet apart. The tents, although next to each other, were quite secluded.

Having traveled quite some distance during the day to reach to the camp, we decided to rest immediately after having our dinner without attending the evening entertainment program that night. I took the bed closer to the bathroom and in a matter of minutes fell asleep. I must have been asleep for more than couple of hours or so when I suddenly felt Mansi sleeping next to me. She was massaging my penis, which was sporting a stiff erection now.

"Sleepy head," she whispered nuzzling my neck.

"Aren't you supposed to take care of your wife?" she asked sexily.

"Especially on her birthday," she said.

"Were you expecting Rahul to fill in for you?" she teased.

"Your choice," I replied turning my face towards her. She kissed me and forced her tongue deep in my mouth, which I accepted willingly.

"I always need you," she mumbled.

"Who would eat me otherwise?" she reasoned.

"You could use your tongue to prime my pussy for his entry."

"And then later use it to soothe my pussy after he ravages it," she suggested sexily, chuckling at the thought. Mansi was getting bolder and it seemed we had no boundaries now. We enjoyed our fantasies and sexy talk very much -- in the past couple of months there were hardly any sessions where we never engaged in such foreplay.

"Is it time to prime you or soothe you?" I quickly retorted.

"Neither," was her dry reply.

"He had to make do with a blow job," she added.

"In fact, he just relieved himself in my mouth," she said and kissed me again.

"Why is that?" I asked moving my hand inside her panties.

"Until you are willing to raise his children..." I broke her off and fiercely kissed her again.

"You are willing aren't you?" she asked sexily.

"How many do you want?" I asked breathlessly as she was rapidly stroking me. I groaned in pain as she wickedly twisted my penis with her hand.

"He has plans to use me as a cow," she breathed.

"Are you up for it?" I teased her.

"Very much!" was her prompt reply.

The sexy talk went on and we had another torrid session that night. She was clearly in heat and ensured that I wore a condom before penetrating her. We did once more in the morning before embarking on our safari. Our next camp was approximately 14 miles away if we took the actual route. Mansi and Rahul headed with the skilled riders while I stayed back with the amateurs. I wondered if Rahul would cajole her into becoming his mistress during their ride.

The amateur group took an easier and shorter route but even then we reached about an hour later than the first group. We were to rest for couple of hours after lunch and all of us had individual tents almost similar to the original ones we had, albeit a little simpler in design. Regardless, they offered lot of privacy surprisingly. Mansi and Rahul weren't there when I sat down for lunch -- they were already done and perhaps either strolling around or resting in one of our tents. I had instant hard-on thinking about the possibilities. I quickly gulped down my food and rushed to our tent, fully expecting to catch Rahul and Mansi in their act. I tiptoed to our tent and waited outside to confirm if Rahul was inside; not finding anyone I stepped inside. Mansi pulled me inside and latched the door. She looked worked up. Her hair, which usually was neatly tied in a braid, was loose. Most of her shirt buttons were open and I noticed that even her bra was unhooked. And I noticed her face, which was bright red and her lips rosy red with some slimy white stuff smeared on her lips. Before I could figure it out, she pulled me in for a kiss and I realized that it was Rahul's semen. It was perhaps the first time I tasted fresh semen of Rahul. Rahul seemed to have rubbed his penis generously on her lips and Mansi didn't bother or perhaps didn't have time to clean up.

"What happened?" I asked.

"I couldn't fend him off," she replied breathlessly.

"Had to relieve him with a blowjob," she added.

"Now don't waste time, I need some relief too," she said and pushed me onto my knees. She quickly got rid of her breaches and straddled my face. I pleasured her for the next fifteen minutes with my tongue. Having satisfied herself completely, she said, "You don't know how much I miss this."

"Even when he shafts you with his majestic equipment?" I asked nervously.

"Well," she said looking at me while wearing her breaches, "sometimes I do need help with lubrication."

"Don't you folks engage in foreplay?" I asked curiously.

"We do," she said and then pausing for a moment added, "But that only means performing fellatio or rimming him."

"He likes it," she reasoned noticing my disapproval.

"Besides," she added, "that helps me delay intercourse until I am well lubricated and sometime it also hastens his ejaculation."

"Funny isn't it?" she asked tucking in her shirt.

"With you I need to worry about prolonging the act of intercourse. And with him I need to find ways to shorten it," she said chuckling.

"I need to go," she said and kissed me forcefully.

"You are lucky," she said, "This time he could't able to plant his baby in me."

(TO BE CONTINUED)

[Ramesh_Rocky]

DIARY OF A CUCKOLD HUSBAND
PART31
That evening we had a private cake cutting ceremony in our tent. Mansi enjoyed the moment and was happy to have celebrated her birthday on a safari. Thanking Rahul for fulfilling her dream, she hugged him and even gave a small peck on his lips. After Rahul stepped out, we tidied up a little and then Mansi quickly whispered to me.


"If you hadn't been around, I could have relieved him as a thank you."

"You should have warned me then," I quickly retorted.

"Next time," she replied smiling.

Not having experience with horseback riding, I was sore and wished to take a bath. However, water was scarce in this region, especially hot water, and hence was rationed. We indulged a little more in foreplay before stepping out for evening ceremony. As usual, it was mostly me pleasing her. Although, she did return the favor by taking my penis in her mouth for a short while but didn't conclude it claiming that I would have ejaculated too soon.

Back at the evening ceremony -- singing and dancing shows -- I noticed that Mansi was extremely social with Rahul. Her nervousness around him had vanished. Mansi was sitting in between both of us but to any onlooker, she was Rahul's wife. I was nursing an erection ever since we embarked on the safari, this morning. Having relieved Mansi twice, it seemed unfair that I had to suffer.

A star gazing program was organized that night. The assembly area was some distance away from the tents as the lights in our camp could make it difficult to watch the stars on the horizon. I decided to call it a day giving more time for Mansi and Rahul to intermingle. It was perhaps more in anticipation of watching them do again. I needed some rest before the events would start -- quite hopeful Rahul would nail Mansi tonight. Mansi and Rahul went ahead with their star gazing program. I expected them to be back pretty soon but the big question was whether Mansi would let him mount her and if so would she take a risk of doing it in his tent.

I had been asleep for couple of ours when I woke up with some rustling outside our tent. People were returning from the star gazing program. Soon I heard Mansi and Rahul outside our tent. Ours was the farthest tent in the camp and Rahul's was next to ours. Rahul walked her to our tent and there perhaps he tried to either hug her or kiss her. I wondered if he was trying to accost her to his tent, although, I seriously hoped he wouldn't as my chances of witnessing them in action would vanish immediately.


"Don't," I heard her say, "Someone might catch us." She stepped inside our tent and Rahul followed her. The light emanating from behind our tent allowed me to identify two figures clearly but it wasn't bright enough to reveal their acts. I noticed Rahul hugging her from behind as Mansi moaned and leaned back. She then quickly turned and kissed him, ignoring my presence.

"Ajoy might wake up," she whispered

"Let's do it tomorrow," she said, perhaps hinting at another afternoon session.

"Now, please," she pleaded but kissed him very passionately before turning back towards our bathroom presuming Rahul would leave. I noticed that he didn't and just waited there for Mansi to head towards bathroom for changing her clothes. Rahul carefully latched the door and moved to other end of the tent and waited besides the bathroom door. It was brave of him to take his chance in my presence. I was facing the opposite direction and hence could only sense him standing right next to my bed.

He pounced on Mansi as soon as she stepped out and smothered her yelp with his passionate kiss. Mansi reciprocated but pulled him into the bathroom sensing that I could wake up. Mansi later on confessed what transpired in the bathroom that night. She helped him pee -- an ordeal Rahul enjoyed, especially when there was a chance of getting caught -- and then proceeded to fellate him. Rahul, however, didn't let her finish the job. He made her remove her panties -- she generally doesn't wear her bra to bed -- saying that she wouldn't need them tonight.

Mansi pleaded, as she lay down on her bed, "Please Rahul..."

"Ajoy might wake up."

"He won't," Rahul assured, lying next to her.

I presumed that he might have tried to drug me and that was perhaps why I felt sleepy immediately after dinner. However, the effect didn't last for long.

"Please Rahul," she again pleaded, "Don't jeopardize my career."

"I am helping you," replied Rahul.

"Trust me there is no other way. You have to spread your legs for the black partner of your firm to rise to managerial and executive layer."

"Better lick his asshole," he said chuckling.

"I don't need your advice on that," retorted Mansi.

"Why are you not listening to me," she said frustrated trying to stop his advances.

"Look," she said sternly, "I know what you want."

"When the time comes," she said, her voice quivered, "you can have as many as you want."

"Three more years," she added.

Mansi always hinted the possibility of bearing children for Rahul in our fantasies and role play but we never discussed this beyond our bedroom. It seemed to me that there was a clear understanding between Rahul and Mansi regarding this, which confirmed Rohini's story on why the relationship snapped all of a sudden.

"What about our anniversary?" he asked.

"Aren't you itching to tongue my asshole?" he teased her. It seemed the afternoon session was a hurried one. She responded by kissing him. In the faint light I could see him squeeze her breasts as he kissed her and soon got on top of her. He kissed her breasts and bit her nipple as she groaned in pain. In no time, she slid down and took his penis in her mouth.

"Fuck my mouth," she exhaled.

"Use it as a pussy," she urged him.

"It is my anniversary gift to you!"

I didn't understand what anniversary she was referring to. The very first time she fellated was during the July 4th weekend of 1999 and the second time was during the Millennium New Year celebration. Rohini later on clarified that Mansi made up her mind to accept the proposal on her birthday.

"Are you sure?" he asked in concerned tone.

"Yes," she replied confidently.

I had witnessed during last years valentine day when Rahul fucked her mouth. Now, I had another opportunity to witness him fuck her mouth as he would fuck her pussy. Mansi positioned herself just under him with her legs dangling down the bed. Rahul pinned her hands under his and shoved his penis in her mouth. She had perfectly angled her mouth to ease his penetration with the help of pillow under her head. I witnessed an awesome fucking, although, I could only make out his strokes. He abused her mouth for the next ten minutes. He would alternate with long and deep strokes with rapid strokes, giving her progressively little time to recover. At no time she showed any sign of gagging and neither did she ever request him to stop his onslaught. I only wished I could have witness this in broad day light.

Having satisfied himself, he pulled her up and kissed her passionately.

"That was a splendid gift," he said commending her ability.

"How did you manage it?"

"Talent," was her witty reply. I later learned that she almost skipped her dinner that night in preparation for this act. Mansi perhaps had made up her mind and decided to take this affair to the next level.

"Now, it's my turn to give you a gift," he said and suddenly there was silence. Rahul was still on top of her and I noticed in the dim light that he was grinding his crotch against hers. Mansi moaned and I saw her lift her legs to encircle his butt, pulling him even further. They passionately kissed as this dry humping went on.

Rahul lifted himself up and kneeled between her legs, which were spread wide. Not words were exchanged but I noticed that Mansi's hands were busy stroking his thick penis gently.

"You are practically drooling," Mansi said as she licked her fingers wet with his precum. She stroked his cock a few times, until it was fairly taught and positioned it at the entrance of her vagina. All of this happened in less than couple of minutes but in my mind I played it several thousand times in slow motion that even today I could vividly recollect the actual sequence of events. Mansi winced as Rahul's penis entered her and soon she was moaning continually. Her grunts grew louder with each stroke and it seemed she had almost forgotten about my presence. Fortunately, she was not too loud to wake any of the neighbors.

He penetrated in that position for a little while and then urged her to lift her legs above his shoulders that would allow for much deeper penetration. With each of his thrust, Mansi grunted and winced in pain but it was evident that she longed for it as well. Rahul, for his frail frame, was not only just well endowed but also much fitter to continue pumping her for not less than twenty-five minutes. Finally, after pleasuring Mansi for over thirty minutes, he collapsed on her.

Catching her breath, she said, "Hopefully, I would have a present for you in nine months!"

"Are you pleased?" she asked him lovingly toying with his hair. He didn't respond; having exhausted himself after such a frantic session, it was understandable. As he tried to rollover to her side, she stopped him saying, "Let it soak in a little."

"Impregnating anyone is a pleasure," he responded lazily to her question.

"More so when the lady happens to be gorgeous and someone else's wife," he chuckled. Mansi responded by slapping on his bare bottom playfully.

After a few minutes he lifted himself off her but she didn't let him rollover instead she tugged at him and slid down under him. Rahul instinctively understood and offered his penis for her to suck on. She took his slimy penis in her mouth and deep throated his penis; perhaps sucking every last bit of his semen into her mouth.

Mansi then altered her position to pleasure his anus; Rahul only moaned in response. I presumed she would do it only for a minute or so but she continued on for another five minutes. Hearing Rahul moan, I longed for that experience as well but neither Mansi nor Rohini would ever return that favor.

They quickly wrapped up and Rahul left after tidying himself. At the door, she gave him a light peck on his lips and grabbing his crotch said, "Although you are a Stud, you would need a few more turns before planting your seed!" She hinted towards a possibility of another session tomorrow night or perhaps in the afternoon.
(TO BE CONTINUED)

[Ramesh_Rocky]

DIARY OF A CUCKOLD HUSBAND
PART32
Mansi locked the door behind him and tiptoed inside. I presumed she was heading towards the bathroom to clean herself before going to bed. Then quite surprisingly her hand sneaked under my blanket and cupped my stiff erection. She knew that I was awake. It startled me but then I quickly regained composure and turned to look back at her; my heart was beating frantically and my lips were parched. She planted her lips on mine and waited for me to reach out; perhaps she wasn't sure if I would want to kiss her immediately after she rimmed him. I didn't disappoint her.


She lay next to me fondling my erection and sucking on my lips. Breaking the kiss, she asked, "Did you enjoy the show?"

"Very much," I blurted in response.

"Do you like me being a slut for him?" was her next question. I responded by kissing her passionately.

"Show me how much you like it," she whispered climbing up on me. She sat astride my chest making me realize how much Rahul must have cum in her; her panty was practically soaking with mixture of their juices. She hesitantly moved forward until her pelvic area was almost near my face. She was still supporting herself taking little support of my chest. She let me take the next step and I made an effort to get closer to her vaginal opening. However, because of the awkward position I couldn't reach her nether from where pungent smell was emanating.

"Do you smell it?" she asked in shaky voice, lifting herself over my face. It was out of world experience for me as even with Rohini I had never got a chance to smell or taste such a freshly fucked pussy. I breathed in the pungent aroma, which acted as an aphrodisiac now. As I gently nuzzled her panty covered pussy, my nose became wet with their secretions.

"That's the smell of a well-endowed stud," she moaned as I showered her with gentle kisses.

"Taste it," she urged. I opened up my lips and let me tongue sneak out to taste remnants of their mating. She let me take a few licks for a few moments and then ground her crotch on my open mouth and my nose. The slimy stuff had descended on my mouth and nose now and there was plenty of the gooey stuff. She moved the gusset of her underwear with her one hand and with other she pulled my face up closer to her crotch to give me complete access to her well-fucked and lubricated vagina.

"Lick it all!"

"Get used it," she urged as I slid my tongue between the folds of her distended pussy. I had eaten her several times in (almost) five years of marriage but I never felt her so stretched out. The only time I had sensed her to be a little loose was when I paid a surprise visit on her birthday last year.

"You might find my pussy in this state more often than not," she seethed as I nibbled on her clit.

"Now that you have given him a free pass," she added. I was busy cleaning up her messy pussy while she continued her blabbering. It was an erotic experience for both of us and I found her responding to even simplest of my tongue strokes. After I had cleaned up completely, having devoured every last bit of his semen from her pussy, she twirled her gusset inside out and asked me to clean it up.

"Don't waste his precious semen," she said. I didn't resist and licked her very wet gusset free of his semen. She then slid back on top of me and planted a very hot kiss on my lips again.

"Perfect husband," she complimented.

"Allowing a deserving stud to mate and impregnate his beautiful wife," she said jerking my penis.

"How was it?"

"Living your fantasy?" she clarified.

"Were you in your fertile period?" I asked surprised, although I did believe she was.


"Very near," she responded.

"Don't worry," she assured, "He practically hosed me with his semen and then there are two more nights," she said.

"I would certainly be carrying his baby!" she said with a chuckle.

"Isn't that what you wanted?" she quizzed me.

"I thought he would just get a chance," I mumbled confused about how to handle this conversation.

"And I knew he would capitalize on it," she retorted.

"Are you having second thoughts?" she asked concerned with my response.

"A little," I replied honestly.

"Although, I have harbored this fantasy ever since the first time we swapped spouses," I exhaled for the first time confessing my secret desire for her to be impregnated by a well-endowed stud.

"It is weird, I still have hard-on thinking about it," I blurted.

"Trust me, it has a similar effect on me," she replied.

"Do you wish to be impregnated by him?" I asked expecting an honest reply from her.

"Yes it is one of my favorite fantasies," she reluctantly admitted.

"However, I am as reluctant as you are," she added.

"Yet you let him impregnate you," I retorted.

"Look at this," she said pointing to my stiff erection.

"We are discussing a delicate and sensitive issue, yet you have a hard on," she teased.

"NO! It was you who let him impregnate me!"

"And that too in your presence!" she said emphatically.

"Didn't you enjoy it?" she asked.

"It was THE most erotic experience," I honestly replied.

"Unfortunately it does have consequences," she said and kissed me passionately.

"We still have a chance," she said in her sexy voice.

"You would have to pay the price, though," she warned.

"If you are lucky, I wouldn't miss my periods."

"What's your plan?" I asked curiously.

"Well I am wearing a diaphragm," she said.

"Really?" I asked her surprised by her preventive measure.

"Don't get excited," she cautioned.

"I have not used spermicidal; you wouldn't have liked the taste," she chuckled.

"So, what is the deal?" I asked eagerly.

"If you don't want me to get pregnant, then," she said pausing for a moment and then added, "You would have to refrain from having intercourse with me."

"Intercourse could easily spread his semen and even dislocate the diaphragm," she argued.

"That's unfair," I complained.

"He gets to screw you and I don't," I added.

"Well, you have given him a free pass."

"Who am I to stop him?" she shrugged.

"Are you going to use spermicidal?" I asked realizing the chances of pregnancy are significantly higher if that cream was not used.

"NO," was her emphatic response.

"Remember, we need to offer him a reasonable chance for the experience to be erotic."

"Moreover, I don't like the taste of it and neither would you like," she added.

"So, for all practical purposes you could even sleep in his tent," I retorted.

"Not really!" she replied teasingly.

"I still need you. Besides, it is more exciting when he is screwing your wife in your bed."

"Isn't it?"

"There is an alternative," she said snapping me out of my thoughts.

"You get to screw me provided you wear five condoms and..." her words trailed.

"Five?" I asked stunned by her request.

"If you want me to feel you in this state then I would need that many," she said humiliating me.

"And what?" I asked.

"You have to remove the diaphragm. Smear his remnants all over your condom and then penetrate me," she said in her sexy voice.

"In other words help him impregnate you?" I asked.

"Yes," she replied shyly.

"You are so mean," I responded and we jostled on the bed. I got on top of her and pinned her down as I sat astride on her. "Is this how you let him fuck your mouth," I said as I positioned my penis on her lips. She turned her face and said, "That privilege is only reserved for my Bulls."

"My Bulls?"

"What Bulls?" I asked teasingly.

"Ones who are well-endowed," she said emphasizing that word, "and rightly deserving to father my children," she added to tease me.

"How many do you have?" I asked.

"Right now just one."

"What was that talk about black partner from your firm?" I asked getting serious. I moved on top of her.

"You don't need to worry about him," she quickly replied.

"He is old enough to be my father!"

While we were having this lengthy discussion, Mansi was constantly keeping me on the edge by stroking my penis every now and then. I knew I had to play along if Mansi had to fulfill my fantasy. However, some of her requests were rather odd and I didn't quite understand how to respond to them.

"You need only worry about the stud sleeping in the next tent," she said giving my penis a wicked twist. I was positioned on top of her but hadn't lowered myself on her and she had a vicious grip on my member and had made sure that it was facing away from her entrance.

"Aren't you forgetting our deal," she reminded me as I tried to position myself on her for entering her.

"I can't choose between the two," I complained, "Both of them are equally painful."

"What would you prefer?" I asked.

"I might as well please you," I reasoned.

"Are you saying this honestly?" she asked me.

"Yes."

She thought about this for a little while I kissed her and very hesitantly said, "You have the potential to become a perfect husband," and then whispered, "While I have the potential to become his perfect mistress."

"It would be perfect gift for our anniversary," she said referring to their anniversary. I knew what she was suggesting and had the urge to accede to her request. I kissed her and quickly got a few condoms from my bag. Mansi helped me put them on and insisted that they have to be five.

"When I asked why?"

"Because you are allowing him to impregnate me five times," she joked. She helped me remove her diaphragm, which I found with a little difficulty. To her incredulity, I quickly smeared it across my condom and mounted her. After a few strokes, I realized that the additional condoms would help me in delaying my ejaculation. Even with the layers of condom, I could not prolong my ejaculation more than seven minutes; but that was enough for Mansi to have another orgasm. When I was very close to my ejaculation, Mansi pulled me for a very hot kiss and lifted her legs on top of my bum restricting my motion, perhaps in an attempt to prolong the session.

"Do you realize," she whispered as my strokes slowed down.

"You have no chance of reaching my cervix while Rahul always enters it."

"Rahul may have already dislodged the diaphragm from its place," she added.

"And now you are driving his seed further," she whispered into my ears and nibbled on my ears. The sexy talk was having an effect on me and I had increased my tempo significantly despite pressure of her legs on my back.

"Do you know what that makes you?" she asked in her low soft voice.

"A cuckold," she whispered as I rammed into her one last time and ejaculated inside five layers of condom.
(TO BE CONTINUED)

[Ramesh_Rocky]

DIARY OF A CUCKOLD HUSBAND
PART33
Both of us went to bed exhausted after our marathon session. The word 'cuckold' resonated in my ears several times as I fell asleep. In the morning she admitted that she was almost in her fertile week but probably couple of days away from entering the peak period.


The next morning just before we parted our ways for the next days journey, Mansi hugged me and quickly whispered, "Don't be too late, I should have more stuff to feed you."

I didn't disappoint her. The ride was much pleasant and leisurely compared to the previous days ride. In fact, we were supposed to return back to our original camps for lunch, as we were just sight seeing in that area. I reached much earlier that day for lunch, a little ahead of other folks. At the camp, people decided to take a little break before having their lunch as it was mostly deserted. I carefully walked towards our tent not sure what to expect. When I heard soft moans and grunts of Mansi outside our tent, I knew I was too early. They seemed to be in the last act and pretty soon Rahul ejaculated inside her. I couldn't hear much of their conversation as the tent was fairly sound proof. Mansi dressed up before Rahul left as she still wasn't expecting me. I surprised her as soon as Rahul was out of sight. We kissed each other frantically right as soon as we shut the door close.

"I am practically dripping with his stuff," she said as she led me to our bed. I was stunned when I saw the state of her pussy in the day light. It was visibly distended and bright red in color and was full of his semen. She had another orgasm as I lapped her up and cleaned her completely. Mansi, however, didn't let me have intercourse with her as I didn't have any condoms left. She offered to fellate me instead and gave me one of her best blow jobs. As expected she didn't let me flood her mouth but instead let me ejaculate in her kerchief. As we parted our ways for the afternoon ride, I realized that there were no more condoms and perhaps that was the reason why she insisted on five condoms last night. I remember that in some of our earlier sessions she had hinted at the possibility of offering exclusive access to Rahul during her fertile period. She was, perhaps, just exercising that fantasy of hers. Having relieved myself, I admired beautiful sights and monuments that afternoon.

Mansi again spent most of her evening with Rahul and not surprisingly quite a few of our fellow tourists believed she was his wife. I observed that Mansi was acting a little more affectionately than usual and I even saw them kissing in the darkness between two tents. The entertainment program ended quickly as there was another star gazing program that night. I soon joined Mansi inside our tent, where she immediately pounced on me. The star gazing program was supposed to start in about half an hour; so we had some time to indulge in a little session. She was in a hot mood and spent a lot of time kissing while stroking my penis, which seemed to become a norm.

"Are you certain you wouldn't mind raising Rahul's kid?" she asked breaking the kiss.

"Almost," I replied trying not to disappoint her.

"If you are not sure," she said, "then maybe I should start using the spermicidal and perhaps resume my pills once we get back.

"I didn't say that," I interrupted.

"You have to be honest," she urged me.

"Well, is it going to stop at just one?" I asked a rhetorical question.

"It is not going stop until I deliver Rohini's share as well," she chuckled.

"I knew if this continued we would be forced to make difficult decisions."

"You have already opened the can of worms!"

Rohini warned me about the possibility of having to raise Rahul's children. Rahul would have certainly expected two children from Mansi and I had already resigned to that fate of mine. It seemed, Mansi was aware of Rohini's grand plans and perhaps even tacitly supported her. I couldn't blame Mansi, though, after all, it was her who had terminated the arrangement.

"What are you suggesting?" I asked her earnestly.

"Rahul isn't quite sure if he would get ample opportunities with me," she started.

"So, he would try to impregnate me as soon as an opportunity arises.

"If he is assured that he would get two children for sure from me then he would be willing to plan for them," she said.

"What are you saying?" I asked her to be clear.

"I am saying we let Rahul impregnate me with the first one or the first two ones and then you take a third one," she clarified.

"How do you propose to do that?" I asked.

"Leave it to me!"

"All you do is refraining from intercourse with me during my fertile period," she said casually.

"That way, I am certain that he has 100% chance," she clarified.

"You have become very wicked," I said teasing her. I knew this would be the mostly likely solution and didn't mind the fact that Rahul would get to impregnate her before me. She kissed me passionately and softly whispered as she stroked my stiff penis, "Friday nights are reserved exclusively for my Bull." She resumed our foreplay with a fierce kiss; she was in extremely hot mood, now that she almost had permission to conceive from Rahul. Within minutes she pushed me to kneel down as she pulled down her pajamas and lay back on the bed.

"Prepare me for him," she said guiding my face towards her pussy. This was an important ordeal for her; she had talked about this several times in her fantasy but this was the first time I was actually enacting it. It turned out that I was always engaged in foreplay with her before she went for a session with Rahul. I never detested this part; in fact this act of humiliation always excited me and kept me on the edge most of the time. It was the second act, which entailed cleaning her up that I found sometimes objectionable because of the bitter taste; although, Rahul's semen was much better tasting than mine.

I pleasured her for over ten minutes and we were pretty close to the time when the folks would start leaving for the star gazing program. Mansi was completely lubricated and ready for Rahul now as her juices were overflowing in anticipation.

"Remove the diaphragm now," she suggested. In no time I fished out slimy diaphragm from her vagina; it was sticky with Rahul's semen and when I saw that I realized there was little chance of Mansi missing her next period.

"You may go for star gazing program," she suggested and, "Please take your time, don't be back early."

It was a repeat of yesterday after I returned back from the program. Mansi was still in his tent when I returned so I had to take a short walk for her to be back. Rahul had hosed her again and I dutifully cleaned it all up. If that wasn't enough she woke me in the morning to prepare her for her morning session with him. The following night there was a romantic program for couples to go watching full moon on camel ride. Mansi, for sure, opted to go out with Rahul and more important they rode on the same camel. Not only that but she also decided to spend the entire night with him. It was her way of signaling her acceptance to Rahul's proposal of becoming his mistress for life and agreement to bear him two children. I was for once relieved that things didn't have to be surreptitious now that Mansi had openly accepted their proposal. Things, however, moved too fast for my taste. Mansi decided to spend another two days alone with Rahul at Udaipur while I had to still feign to her family that we were staying together during those two days. Not only that but back home, we had to fabricate another lie about how the camera rolls got lost since there were hardly any photographs of us together. In fact, apart from a handful of moments where we were together, she was mostly with Rahul. Mansi had a private photo album, which had loads of their snaps together on this vacation, pretending to be newly wedded couple. For Mansi this was special since she believed this was the first time she cuckolded me as every other time she felt it was only swinging. It was also special because she conceived our first daughter while on this trip. Rahul did manage to impregnate her in his very first attempt after Mansi extended the trip by couple of days since she was at the peak of her fertility then.

Rohini was thrilled with the news of our acceptance to her proposal. I conveyed the news after our safari trip while Mansi and Rahul were off to Udaipur on their private honeymoon. Rohini and I spent time on the Internet chatting about the recent episodes and the consequences of our acceptance to the proposal. She shared that Mansi had informally accepted the proposal before embarking on the trip to Rajasthan as she was fairly confident that I wouldn't object to the arrangement. In fact, Mansi had consulted her physician for advice on starting a family and also made arrangements for the Udaipur trip before traveling to India. Mansi showed the signs of her acceptance quite openly after her first night with Rahul during the trip. Most folks at the Safari mistook her to Rahul's wife. The two days I stayed away from Mansi were brutal; my mind was flooded with negative thoughts. Fortunately, the thoughts were of losing Mansi to Rahul and not about agreeing to the mistress proposal.

I went to chat with Rohini the evening before Mansi was supposed to arrive. She wanted to chat in the evening instead of night time, after having dinner. At the cafe, I thought of discussing my predicament with her. After a few preliminaries, Rohini started.


"What are your plans for her when she gets back?" "Nothing we should be boarding the flight as soon as she arrives," I responded. We had a flight around noon.

"Oh, poor boy," wrote Rohini, "wouldn't you love to peruse her well-used body?" I was getting excited at the very thought of meeting her after she consummated her relationship with Rahul as his mistress. Although, Rahul was not particular about not leaving any tell-tale signs on her, I wasn't sure if he would continue the tradition now that it was an official engagement. Many a times I wondered if Rahul loved just having sex with her or he had an ulterior motive. It was clear that Mansi and Rohini enjoyed the psychological aspects far more than the actual act itself. Rahul always liked to be the first one to mount her and Mansi always honored his wish. It wasn't clear if he cared whether Mansi cleaned up before having sex with me or that she reserved special privileges only for him.

"As a matter of fact, I would," I wrote her back.

"Would you think he would leave any signs for me," I asked wanting to know if Rahul had any similar psychological desires.

"Not intentionally," replied Rohini.

"However, the best mark," she said, "or rather a scar must have already taken root in her womb."

"Are you certain?" I asked as she seemed to be fairly confident about this. Getting a woman pregnant needs a lot of things to happen at the same time and hence I wasn't sure if it would happen the very first time - although I would have certainly liked it that way.

"Mansi is in her prime and Rahul is a virile man," she reasoned.

"Did you know that he knocked up a married white woman once?" asked Rohini.

"Really?" I asked stunned by her revelation.

"All he did was to screw her a few times during her fertile period and she ended up getting pregnant."

"That's a long story, anyway," she finished.

"Now," she said, "If your first question was to get more information on whether Rahul enjoys bedding your wife," interpreting my motive behind the question, "then the answer is he does."

"He certainly would enjoy bedding such a gorgeous woman but the fact that she is his close friend's wife does add a little spice to his rendezvous with her."

"Are you saying that he doesn't get a kick out of screwing his best friend's wife?" I asked.

"Not to the extent you would imagine," she said.

"It seems to be the only thing that drives Mansi, though," she added.

"I would let you in a secret if you can keep it," she said.

"Sure, you can count on me," I quickly answered.

"Anything kinky you witness or experience with her is mostly her idea."

"She has mended her fantasy with yours to arrive at a perfect balance that would please both of you."

"I thought those were your wicked thoughts," I said.

"I certainly showed her the path but it was her idea to tread the path. Not mine."

"What's interesting is that she found a few of her own detours on the way."

"However, don't worry her intention is only to maximize your pleasure from this relationship; nothing more."


"Rohini," I asked, "I am a little worried."

"About what?"

"About losing Mansi," I responded

"What are you talking about?" she asked surprised. She knew how much I enjoyed Mansi's acceptance to her proposal.

"Are you sure," I asked, "Mansi wouldn't mind staying married to someone like me?"

"Of course," she responded.

"Mansi loves you and she knows you did this for her," she reasoned.

"What if she falls in love with Rahul?"

"No way!"

"Mansi is wiser than that."

"Besides, she is getting the best that Rahul has to offer."

"Why are you worried?"

"Don't know. I can't reason it," I said.

"You seem to be stressed."

"Is it because she is away from you for the first time?" asked Rohini.

"Actually, this is the second time," she corrected herself.

"First time was while you were stuck in India due to visa issues," she explained.

"I know," I responded.

"You should get used to it now," she added.

"Once she gets pregnant she might have to start servicing yet another bull," added Rohini.

"What?" I asked surprised.
(TO BE CONTINUED)

[Ramesh_Rocky]

DIARY OF A CUCKOLD HUSBAND
PART34
"Yes," she started, "a black partner at Mansi's firm has taken interest in her." I recollected Mansi's talk about black partner with Rahul and realized that it wasn't meant to just titillate me.


"Are you serious?" I asked.

"He is waiting for an opportunity to mount your wife."

"Really?" I asked.

"Certainly and Mansi is willing."

"Is it to advance her career?" I asked.

"Yes but that's only part of the reason."

"Rahul might have to travel frequently and hence may not be available for her always." It was not something that I wanted to hear as we were extending our boundaries beyond what I had initially intended. We were in a reasonable position financially and I hoped to do much better in the coming years at my firm. There were simply too many complications with what Mansi was planning. We discussed a little more about this new affair that Mansi was contemplating. The black partner had a soft corner for her from the beginning.

"Don't worry," said Rohini.

"It might be sporadic affair, if at all." she added.

"Mansi never discussed this with me," I complained.

"Well," she said, "she doesn't need your approval for such things."

"Trust me; you have nothing to worry if you don't interfere in her affairs."

"Encourage her to mate with her bulls on a frequent basis and you should be fine."

“But……I don’t know that guy and he is a black”

I tried to show my concern.

Rohini wrote "Oh dear Trust her instincts."

"She would choose the most appropriate ones to father your children," she added with a smiley.

"Prove to her that you are the best husband she could ever have."

Then, Rohini briefly touched upon the follow-up part of the promise that she made early. She assured me that as early as next month, I might get to taste Dolly because she told Rohini that her husband is going to a long business tour next month..

Fortunately, Rahul's attitude towards me didn't change and he still treated me as a good friend. Lot of changes happened in our life after that Rajasthan tour, though. Rahul started staying over at our place during the week days when I wasn't around. Sometimes, both Mansi and Rahul opted to stay at the apartment where Rahul was put up mostly during week days, especially if they had lot of work. Mansi spent all her Fridays with Rahul and let me entertain Rohini on those days. However, Rahul and Rohini were particular about not overstaying at our place and encroaching on our lives by spending the weekends away from us most of the time. Naturally, there were instances when we would spend a weekend together, which usually meant lot of creampie and sloppy seconds for me.
(LAST PART IS COMING)

[Ramesh_Rocky]

DIARY OF A CUCKOLD HUSBAND
PART35
I always wondered if Mansi knew a lot more than I did about Rohini's plans and decided to ask her one day. It was on our anniversary after I had cleaned up her cum soaked panty and pussy. She was three months pregnant and had started showing up. She honestly narrated the plan and how things had transpired. Although, I knew some aspects of the plan, which Mansi didn't know and hence could say that she didn't hide anything but just skimmed on certain aspects. For the benefit of the reader, I am including the details that Mansi either omitted or wasn't aware of.


It started the day Rahul laid his eyes on Mansi after she came to the US. Since we had been away after our honeymoon for quite some time, Mansi decided to dress up as a newly wedded wife while coming to the US. She had the mehndi in her hands and feet and she wore plenty of bangles in her hands. And the day we got together to celebrate our wedding, she was simply irresistible. Rahul had seen her during our college days but back then she was just a teenage girl and now she looked splendid as a newly married woman.

While she was never frail or thin, she certainly was a lot thinner compared to what she was when she came to the US after our marriage. Hours of studying and not much work made her put on a little weight in the right places. Mansi in her bridal wear was too hard to resist and it didn't take long for Rahul to realize that Mansi had the potential to be his ideal mistress.

To Rahul a perfect mistress was one who could provide plenty of mating opportunities without the associated liabilities. After his marriage to Rohini, he had three prolonged affairs; one of them came pretty close to breaking his marriage with Rohini. That's when he learnt that it was better to have affairs with married women. Even Rohini encouraged him realizing that she could never fulfill his lust alone.

Rohini concurred with Rahul's assessment and agreed to support him if he decided to pursue Mansi. Mansi was extremely young, not even twenty-one, beautiful and had perfect figure. Rahul was pursuing a white colleague of his, who incidentally was in middle thirties, at that time but Rohini insisted that he focus on Mansi instead. She knew it would not be easy to seduce Mansi into such a relationship but felt that it could be a life-long affair if he did manage to seduce her. To her rational mind there were several benefits. Firstly, a younger woman, especially in her early twenties, naturally has high libido and consequently is more willing in the bedroom. Secondly, a younger woman has age on her side and doesn't have to hurry up entering the family way and hence promiscuity can be tolerated.

Rahul and Rohini never intended to have an open relationship that eventually panned out. It was more behind my back kind of relationship with Mansi. Neither did they anticipate the affair involving pregnancy. In fact, that is one of the reason they felt that it could be easier to continue affair with Mansi because we didn't have any plans of entering family way until she was nearing 30. However, Rohini did size up Mansi from that regard and was extremely pleased with Mansi's potential. Mansi always had a sturdy figure and her lower portion -- waist, hips, and legs -- was particularly strong. In the language of Kama Sutra, although Mansi is a Mare and her proper pairing is with a Bull, she could accommodate a Horse and hence her pairing with Rahul would be pleasurable to her. In the Yarraman-story language, although Belle was a normal horse, she could accommodate the legendary Clydesdale stallion Yarraman. Rohini had also noted that Mansi had wider pelvic bones that could make it easier to deliver babies, even potentially larger ones.

Although Rahul flirted with Mansi on every possible occasion, he couldn't make much breakthrough and had almost given up when Rohini intervened. In the ensuing next eighteen months, Rohini formed a very strong bond with Mansi and in the process brainwashed her.


In the first couple of months, Rohini and Mansi were comfortable enough to discuss their episodes. Rohini would ask probing questions to understand our sex-life better -- how long our sessions lasted, how frequently we did, what positions, etc. It is around this time Rohini introduced Mansi to the sexual prowess of Rahul. It was true that Rahul demanded sex from Rohini almost every night and the weekend sessions were especially longer. Given that I was on a consulting job and had to travel on a weekly basis, we could never do it more than four times a week. Moreover, Mansi too was busy with higher studies. Nevertheless, Rohini managed to convince Mansi that she deserved a lot more than what she was getting.

Mansi knew that she was beautiful and could have had her pick if she wanted to marry someone else. Rohini convinced Mansi that since she was incredibly beautiful she deserved the right to mate with anyone she wished. She insisted that the parameters to choose an ideal husband were drastically different from the parameters to choose an ideal mate. Most ordinary woman wouldn't go terribly wrong following the ideal husband criteria's. However, beautiful women such as Mansi needed a two-prong strategy. Mansi was successful in securing a good husband, who was loving and able to support her throughout her life. Rohini suggested that she move onto the second part of strategy in securing an ideal mate.

Although, Mansi didn't take these discussions seriously, it did wet her appetite for sex. According to Rohini, Mansi deserved to be mounted everyday; otherwise she is wasting her youth. Rohini encouraged her evaluate one of her batch mates. Till this point, Mansi had not shown much interest in Rahul. Rahul was pretty ordinary looking guy and very thin for his height and age. It was only after Rohini started justifying when she deserved more by explaining the number of times they did, which was around 5-6 times a week. Her interest peaked after Rohini confessed that Rahul was rather well endowed and was extremely virile despite his ordinary looks and frail frame.

As the months progressed, Mansi's interest in Rahul increased, although she didn't believe Rohini. Mansi gradually started believing that she deserved a lot more than what I could offer in the bedroom. Moreover, Rohini convinced her that unless she sampled other men, she wouldn't know for sure what she was missing. Rohini more or less convinced Mansi that sampling Rahul may not be a bad idea since Rahul was well endowed and had insatiable appetite for sex. Moreover, Rohini always had difficulty in accommodating Rahul and would rather catch up on sleep than get screwed by him.

Mansi was not willing to cheat on me, so they had to devise another way. That is when they decided to test waters by trying the spouse-swapping-for-an-evening episode. However, when things looked to happen, Mansi hesitated a little and was not sure if she wanted to take the next step. Rohini promised to pair Rahul with her only if Mansi promised to be a willing participant. At the very least, she insisted that Mansi should provide free access to her boobs and return his kisses. Rohini threatened to pair her with Vinit, the most docile, and the least equipped amongst the three, if she didn't agree. Mansi agreed realizing that it could be her only chance to sample someone else. Rohini made her promise that if she felt Rahul was well-endowed, large enough to satisfy her, she should fellate him and relieve him before the end of the movie. Mansi decided to act sluttish since Rahul wasn't aware of the understanding between Rohini and her. She wore a saree and didn't wear brassiere but wore panty, just in case they decide to fuck, his cum should not seep down her legs.

As promised by Rohini, Rahul was well-endowed. His penis was almost twice as long as mine and too her utter surprise it was twice as thick as well. As an acceptance of her approval, she not only decided to fellate him but also decided to let him flood her mouth. However, Rahul had far too much control to ejaculate within half an hour.

Having tasted it once, the allure of having an ideal bed mate was hard for her to resist. Rohini proposed the idea of becoming his mistress at this time. Mansi liked the idea but not with any strings attached.

A mistress's first duty was to pleasure her master, which she didn't object. However, the other requirements that she place him on a higher pedestal and attend to his needs before her husbands and be ever ready to mate with him, regardless of the time and place were something she couldn't accept easily. As days passed she even accepted these two requirements whole heartedly. Rohini cunningly added the third part of the agreement that a perfect mistress would willingly honor and that was of bearing children for her master. Since Mansi was already married, this requirement demanded her to provide plenty of impregnating opportunities to Rahul. Rohini suggested, a perfect mistress would not only provide such fruitful mating opportunities but also ensure her master gets an unfair advantage.

Mansi in all fairness didn't want to cheat on me. She knew that even if I was onboard with open relationship proposed, I wouldn't be aware of all the conditions attached and hence declined Rohini's offer. However, as days passed Rahul kept hitting on her trying to corn her to become his mistress. Around this time he shared his recurring dream about Yarraman and Belle.
(TO BE CONTINUED)

[Ramesh_Rocky]

DIARY OF A CUCKOLD HUSBAND
LAST PART
Rohini had already adopted a two-prong strategy, convincing both Mansi and I, realizing that Mansi wouldn't be willing to cheat on me. Her efforts intensified and she encouraged me to reduce the frequency of sex in order to increase Mansi's frustrations. Of course, Mansi wasn't probably aware of this at that time and perhaps still isn't. Realizing that Mansi wouldn't relent, Rohini changed her strategy a little. Her initial argument hinged very strongly on Mansi being beautiful and hence deserving a satiating sex life. She added another hinge to support her argument. She very subtly suggested that some husbands fantasized about sharing their wives with other men and more often than not the other men happen to be much well-endowed in their fantasies. The only two people who voted for that soft-partner-swapping arrangement were Rahul and I. Rohini argued that Rahul wanted more chances with her and hence voted for it but questioned my approval for the scheme. She argued that I had a stunningly beautiful wife and hence the desire to mate with other wives was ruled out. Instead, she hinted that I subconsciously desired to witness my wife taken by a well-endowed man. On one front, Rohini was putting these thoughts in her mind and on the other end she was manipulating me to encourage her to embrace the open relationship.


Mansi eventually relented realizing that I wasn't averse to the idea of sharing my wife with Rahul. She agreed to the first two conditions but never talked about the third one as we didn't intend to enter the family way in the near future. She knew that things wouldn't last forever unlike what Rohini and Rahul thought and hence convinced me of having an open relationship rather than partner-swapping arrangement that was voted on. As time progressed she truly started enjoying sex with him and voluntarily allowed him some special privileges and did things for him that she never did with me.

She willingly rimmed him whenever he desired and on some occasions when it could have been unhygienic to do so. She let him ejaculate wherever he desired, most often in her mouth and sometimes even on her breasts. She would let Rahul fuck her mouth, which Rohini never allowed.

Mansi was already obeying her first duty as a mistress by performing certain acts that she wouldn't do for me. Towards the end of our stay, perhaps after I got a job, she took her second duty a little seriously and indulged in risky behavior several times. Her second duty entailed showing that she indeed attended to Rahul's needs before mine. She had been doing this quite early on as well by satisfying Rahul, on those nights where she worked from home, before initiating sex with me. Mansi took this a step forward and showed that even on special occasions she was willing to attend to Rahul's needs before her husbands.

She started this on her birthday -- apparently Rohini had already shared with her the news that would be arriving on the night before her birthday. She not only pleased Rahul before pleasing me but also made sure that she retained all the signs of a used body by not washing before heading to her husband. This was another of Rohini's theory that her used body and smell of someone else's semen on her should drive me crazy and the sex should be electrifying. It was indeed true in my case as some of the best sessions we had were after I had suspected that she had been with Rahul just before. She became a little more enterprising and with the help of Rohini and ensured that Rahul got to fuck her before me on our wedding anniversary. I never realized that she did and hence presumed that she cleaned up after the episode.

Fulfilling her third duty was quite some distance away and Mansi was skeptical about that happening. When Rahul suggested that she should consider starting a family, she knew that things would end pretty soon. Rohini understood that Mansi would never offer such a privilege to Rahul until she knew that I wouldn't mind it. Mansi was wary about the ramifications but that didn't stop her from desiring to be bred him, which grew by each passing encounter with Rahul. Rohini hinted that Ajoy wouldn't mind it if she was willing but Mansi needed to be sure. And pretty soon the affair ended after we moved out of their place.

The affair could have ended for good if I had not worked to reinitiate it. Mansi was not aware of my role in setting up things yet. Rohini knew that it was only time before I agreed to accept the consequences of an ongoing relationship with them and this alternative was better than having Mansi cheat on me. Mansi's reasoning to stop the affair with Rahul was based on the fact that she couldn't handle pills. All of us believed this but in reality she had no such problem.

Although, Mansi wasn't willing to take it to the next step, she subconsciously wished that circumstances would force her to fulfill her third duty. However, if she was on pills then it would be unlikely to happen and hence she decided to stop taking the pills. Her idea was if in between she succumbed to Rahul's advances for whatever reasons; there was a very high chance of her ending up pregnant. In fact that was the hint she gave it to Rahul on the dance floor. If Yarraman believed he was worthy of breeding Belle, then he should precisely do that. Rahul never took that clue or rather not opted to take that route.

Finally, the only way out was to convince Mansi that I was not averse to the idea of her bearing children for Rahul. Rohini managed to do that during the Rajasthan trip.

I was a little surprised with Mansi's decision to stop taking the pills, initially but as time passed things became clearer. It, of course, helped her in ending the arrangement. However, as mentioned earlier, it also kept the door open for such a possibility, especially if Rahul tried to take undue advantage of our earlier arrangement. Her master plan that eluded all of us was to eliminate a contraceptive measure accessible to any woman. Rahul hated condoms, so she guessed, if this ever were to start again, there was a high chance of getting pregnant from him.
Anyway, now Mansi was pregnant with her first one and we were all set on a fascinating journey.

[Ramesh_Rocky]

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