Adultery UNFAITHFUL MOTHERS AND HOUSEWIFES by stranger_women

[Ramesh_Rocky]

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[Ramesh_Rocky]

ONE FINE DAY

PART1

Just a foot away my extremely beautiful wife Sujata was sleeping soundly. Her lovely globes were quiet a sight trying to escape out of her night gown. There was a pure innocence on her beautiful face and she
was sleeping beside me, her husband, without any worries what so ever. But for me, sleep was just out of sight. I lit another cigarette and my mind was on turmoil but my eyes never left the sight off Sujata's beautiful and inocent face. "No it's unbelievable, she can't be!!"

Earlier during that day in the afternoon as Sujata was out in the market, I suddenly required my property papers and after searching everywhere I remembered that it was in my wife's suitcase. So I opened the suitcase and found my wifes old mobile phone which she told me was lost somehow. It was on and kept silent. Curiously I checked the phone book of that mobile and found only one number is stored against the name xxx. I tried to check it’s SMS inbox and while checking the old SMS’s I got the biggest shock of my life, I found some SMS’s that came from the name xxx to my beloved wife Sujata. Those SMS’s were all like short love letters, "Lovely Sujata, the Sari you wore yesterday was really lovely and the fitting of the blouse was really sexy." And so on. I went on reading all the SMS’s and found it seems that she daily wore her dresses of his choices and all 5 SMS’s were written just last week. "No it can't be, its only one way". I thought lots of guys in India do this. They don't have the courage to face women. So they some how collect their fevarite one’s mobile no and write love letter like SMS’s to take chances. If it works all right, otherwise there is no harm to them.

But it can be harmful for some long happy married life. As after 12 years of beautiful married life I was in turmoil. Because we were having a very frank relationship and we shared everything with each other even shared our wildest fantasies while in bed to boost our sex life, then why on earth she didn't tell me about these SMS’s. Then certainly I heard some one coming near the door so I quickly put the mobile back in the suitcase.

Now Sujata was sleeping soundly and my mind working very fast. The content of the last SMS suddenly came back in my mind, "Darling I am successful in making friendship with your hubby and I think soon he will invite me to your house and I am waiting eagerly for that moment when I will be so close to you that I can smell the beautiful fragrance of your lovely sexy body." Friendship with me??? Oh yes - Now everything was crystal clear in my mind. There is a house in our neibhourhood where few college students lived together on rent and one of them named Sudesh had accidentally became my friend - but now I knew that it was all planned by him. Hmmmm - I smiled, actually, I really was thinking of calling this guy home this weekend - but now that I knew everything - I would never call him home. But - on second thoughts, I now wanted to see how far this guy will go and if Sujata was also interested in him - that also was something I wanted to confirm. After all, it was a question of faithfulness of my beautiful wife and mother of my 7-year-old son.

On Saturday I invited Sudesh for dinner and told Sujata about this. I tried hard to read something out of her face but I couldn't. Sujata's face didn't show any expression. At sharp 8 Sudesh arrived and
I let myself inside the toilet and asked Sujata to open the door but kept watching them from a distance. As soon as Sujata opened the door - there standing was a very stylishly dressed with rough beard but handsome looking Sudesh. When he saw Sujata his face lit up like a 100 watt bulb - he brought nice flowers and sweets and said, "beautiful flowers for a beautiful lady".

I could not see but it must made Sujata blush a little. She quietly let him in. I quickly went inside the toilet and closed the door but hearing everything outside. "Boss kahan hai" (Sudesh always called me Boss)", "Zara toilet gaye hain." I heard Sujata say. "Kaisi ho jaan?" I was shocked to hear him say this boldly. "Please, woh Aajayenge, please choro mera hath." God this guy had grabbed her hand even while knowing her hubby is inside. I strangely got an automatic erection. But with a loud sound I opened the door and came out. I saw both of them standing in the drawing room .



Sudesh greeted me and sat on the sofa, Sujata quickly went inside the kitchen. I could clearly see that Sudesh's eyes never left the great view of Sujata's swinging ass till she went inside the kitchen. "Aur
Sudesh, kya loge thanda ya garam. "kuch bhi chalega" he promptly replied. Sujata came with water. She was wearing a very nice Violet Saree and a sleeveless blouse, though at this time of the day she normaly wore a nightgown, but as she knew that Sudesh was coming she kept wearing her Saree on pretext of not exposing before a stranger. But as I knew it, She looked damn sexy in her Sarees and her sleeveless low cut blouses and I was sure the way Sudesh praised her in his SMS’s, he was also madly in love for her sexy Sarees. When she bent to give water to me, I could see her sexy cleavage and got an immediate erection when I saw Sudesh eyes popped a little when She gave water to him. "Sudesh aaj Saturday hai kal chhuti hai - kyon na dinner se pehle drink ho jaye." Sudesh was a bit shocked with this proposal but smartly held his composure and said looking smilingly at Sujata, "Sure, par agar bhabhiji ko artraaz na ho to". Sujata smiled and said "mujhe kyon aitraj hoga." Actually, even if there was no guest it was my' routine to drink on Saturday before dinner, sometimes even Sujata gave me company for a few sips and we would have wild sex afterwards.

Sujata brought a whisky bottle and glasses and put them on the table between them. "Aap log shuru kijiye main Rahul ko sula kar aati hoon." We started our drink session chatting about the college life of
Sudesh. He was a student leader and had very arrogant attitude. He very boldy told me about his girlfriends, but ended the sentence, "lekin boss aap bahut lucky ho - bhabhi itni mast hai." I looked up, but
smiled forcibly. "Sach keh raha hoon, Abhi bhi kai college ki ladkiyon ko maat karti hain."


I saw that this guy was acting very smart, everytime Sudesh was making strong pegs for me but very light ones for himself. But even after knowing this I could not refuse and soon alcohol was having an affect on me. Though I wanted to run this show as per my own wishes, this drinking session was soon going out of
my control.


Soon Sujata came and saw me had gone a bit far but still smiled, she sat beside me and said, "kya baat hai - aaj to kuch jyaada hi ho rahi hai." I just managed to smile but Sudesh said, "ye to apni sangat ka asar hai bhabhiji, kyon Boss." "Bhabhiji - main boss se bol hi raha tha ki aap abhi bhi college ki girls ko maat karti hai." Sujata blushed at his bold comment - that too in front of me, her husband. Though many times Sudesh had winked at her and passed romantic comments whenever she passed him but I thought she felt some kind of attraction towards Sudesh and she loved the attention she was getting from this young college student. I also thought sometimes Sujata must have felt guilty as she had not told me about the SMS’s she and he had exchanged. Later I knew from her that they once met in a bus while retuening from Rahul’s college. She somehow lost her mobile phone in the bus that day. After few days of that incedent Sudesh found her in the local market. He informed my wife that after she got down from the bus that day, he discovered her mobile phone under a sit in the bus. Next day he met my wife near our home and returned her mibile phone. Thus their SMS exchanging started. Now when Sujata heard I had invited Sudesh for dinner, her heart skipped a beat, but deep inside it was exciting for her though she did not know why.



"Kahan kho gayi ho bhabhiji".
"ooo haan - arey nahin - tumhari girl friends to bahut young aur sunder hongi."
"Nahin bhabhiji, aap jaisi ek bhi nahin."
He made another large peg for me but I said no this time.
Sudesh smiled, "Kya hua Boss abhi se haar maan gaye. Just one more".
I was finding it difficult to open my eyes but I didn't want to loose all the control. Sudesh again insisted, "Kya Boss abh mera saath aap nahin to kya bhabhiji dengi?"
Even Sudesh had just said this mockingly but he got the shock of his life when I said "Theek hai Sujata will give you company." Sudesh couldn't believe that this lusty lady drinks also. Sujata on the other hand was a bit angry with me that I was bringing her into it.
"Come on bhabhiji, Boss to haar maan gaye."
"Main kewal ek peg hi loongi."
"Ok" Sudesh was more than grateful. He knew that this peg was enough for her.
"To batao kitni girl friends hain tumhari?" She asked.
"Kai hain".
"Date par le jaate ho?"
"Haan kai baar."
I was enjoying the conversation, as I was surprised that my otherwise reserved wife is talking so boldly with this young stud.
"Bhabhiji college days main to aap star hongi na" He asked.
Sujata smiled and said sipping her drink, "Arre college ki batein to ab bhool gayi."
I was engrossed in this conversation though it was difficult for me to open my eyes. Sujata was sipping the drink very slowly and loved the attention she was getting from this young college student. It was really flattering for her being still compared with a young college girl. Sudesh was playing the game slowly, he already has won the battle when his SMS’s were accepted by her and answered.
I was trying to involve myself in the conversation. So I asked Sudesh, "Apni Girlfriends ko love letters likhte ho yeah sms korte ho?" Just for a second Sudesh and Sujata's eyes met and she lowered her eyes." “Letters to kuch khaas girls ko hi likhe jaate hain, mai lakin letters se jada SMS passand korta hu. Ha hum bus ek girl ko sms korte hai."
"Achcha kise" I asked.
Sujata's heart must have beating very fast as she quickly emptied her glass of whisky. But Sudesh’s continuous referring of her as a girl was making her feel good.
"Ye main abhi nahin bata sakta kyonki uska jawab thik tarase nahin mila hai."
"Theek hai bhai jawab mile to zaroor batana"
"Zaroor".
He carefully winked at Sujata. I caught that but acted otherwise.



Sudesh again made pegs for all three of them and asked me "Just last one for all". The authority in his voice was such that we both took our glasses.
"Bhabhiji kisi din aap mere saath chalna jeans Tshirt mein, dekhna saab aapko meri girlfriend samjhenge." Sujata quickly looked at me hoping that I wouldn’t be angry with this, but I was smiling,
"Idea bura nahin hai Sujata ye bhi pata chalega ki abhi bhi tumme wo baat hai ki nahin."
"Aab choro bhi dono hi mere peeche pad gaye." Sujata showing mock anger. We laughed. All of us sipping our drinks and again for me it was very difficult to control and Sujata was also getting the effect now. "Bhai ab main khana kaise serve karoongi?".
"Are fikar nahin bhabhiji main help karoonga na." Sudesh again winked at her, which again made her blush. One thing was sure for Sudesh that she is in his grip now.
I was feeling sad that my faithful wife of 12 years is attracted towards this young lad. I also got the idea that this is the first time that both have come close and nothing has gone between them before today and it was also giving me some sort of pleasure that I had never experienced earlier.



I was feeling in control now but was acting like I am out of my senses. I just lay there half closing my eyes.
"Lagata hai inko jyada ho gayi hai, main khana lagaati hoon.".
"Ok".
Sujata got up and went inside the kitchen. Sudesh did no attempt of going behind. I felt this strange as I was expecting him to go with Sujata and taking some advances in the kitchen, Sudesh was thinking
otherwise, he must have thought "jo mazza husband ke saamne flirt karne mein aa raha hai wo wahan nahin, aur ye saala to ludak gaya lagta hai. Phir abhi to puri raat baki hai."



I was acting like I was drunk like never before but I was fully aware that how my beautiful wife was being seduce every moment by this young college student . After making the dinner ready Sujata came back from the kitchen. We all made ourselves comfortable on floor.


I, at the moment was getting the maximum pleasure watching my beautiful wife flarting so much in front of him. After taking another peg I acted sleepy and started making sounds of snoring.
"Lo Boss to so gaye, inke kharrate main aapko neend aa zaati hai bhabhi ji?"
Sujata bit embarrassed by this said "thodi der mein band ho jayenge."
"Boss so gaye to mujhe chalna chahiye?" he tested.
"Are baitho dinner kare bina kayse tume jane du”. Her answer relieved both of us.
"Actually drinks thora jada ho gaya hai ab is tight jeans pant mein floor me baithna bhari ho raha hai."
"Oh main inka night suit de deti hoon".
"Are nahin koi lungi ho to de do"
She brought a silk lungi of mine and handed him.
“Tum change karo main Rahul ko dekh kar aati hoon”.

Sudesh in front of me changed into Lungi and I got the shock of my life when I saw from my half closed eyes that Sudesh after wearing Lungi has put down his under wear and carefully put it inside his pants pocket and put the pant on a sofa nearby and again made himself on the floor. He has also opened few buttons of his shirt showing his broad hairy chest.

Sujata came and sat beside me but this time a little closer to Sudesh.
"to aap mere saath date par aaogi" He again asked
"Kya karoge date par le ja ke?" She asked
"Ghumenge phirenge aish karenge aur kya?"
"Kya aish karoge"
"jo possible hoga".
Sudesh must have stiff dicks now.
"Maine to jab se aapko dekha hai yehi tamanna ki hai".
"Kya date par le jane ki?"
"Nahin aapke saath aish karne ki".



"Yeh kaisa sota hai" his tone suddenly changed about me.

“Oh aise hi hai… ekbar jada drink karke so jate hei to subah 8 bajetak nahin uthnewale."
"Chootiya hai saala". I was shocked at this sudden change. Sujata was also shocked but was not as
angry as she should be.
"Kya bol rahe ho"
"Aur kya itni sexy wife ko ek jawan ladke ke satth chor kar so raha hai, Chootiya nahi to aur kya hai, Chootiya Gaandu hai?" He asked again. His sudden use of abusive words had taken Sujata by surprise I was also was getting the erection of my life and I thought I would ejaculate very soon.

"Sun - tune mere kal ka sms ka jawab nahin diya?" He now using Tu instead of AAP.
"diya to tha, wohi saree pehni thi jo tumne likha tha pehn ne ko."
Sudesh deliberately made the slit of his lungi open exposing his hard dick and heavy balls but kept casually talking as is nothing had happened.
"par kuch jawab deti to mazaa aata na."
Sujata was shocked when she saw his dick and balls she lowered her eyes but couldn't hide her blushing face.
"Ye bata is gaandu ke saath teri kaisi gujar rahi hai?"
"Theek hai"
I was surprised that she was not objecting when Sudesh used the word "Gandu" for me.
"Roz deti hai isse".
"Nahin".
Sujata's pussy was also getting wet by this sexy atmosphere. She was glancing at Sudesh's huge dick and balls every minute. Sudesh seeing the effect of his throbbing cock on my wife started rubbing his cock with his hand once in a while but making no further attempt, but just kept talking.
"To hafte mein ktni baar deti hai?"
"ek"
"Bas, main kehta hoon na saala Gaandu hai.."
"Tere ko jyada karne ka man nahin karta?"
She didn't answer.
"Bol karta hai ki nahin".
"karta hai".
"kitni baar"
"Roz".
I was shocked, my wife was telling every intimate detail’s of us to this guy and never once she objected humiliating words used for her hubby.
"Tere jaisi sexy maal ko bhukha rakh kar so raha hai chootiya saala."
He opened his lungi and showed his rod to her and asked, "Aisa lauda hai uska".
Her eyes popped out with shock and kept staring at his throbbing hard cock for a while - it was twice as big as her hubby's.
I also admitted it when I saw it with my half close eyes.
"bol aisa lauda hai"
"nahin"
"phir kaisa hai dikha zara".
She looked questioningly at him. I also a bit shocked by this and in my fear my cock began to shrink very fast.
"haan saale ki pant khol kar dikha mujhe"
"Agar uth gaye to"
"Darr mat agar utha to saale ki Gaand marroonga yahi tere saamne"
"chal khol kar dikha".
Sujata very carefully opened my zip, stretched down my undie and bring out my limp cock in her hand.
It felt like dead mouse.
"Isse kaise chodta hai ye tujhko" Sudesh stood up with his proud erection and came close to her
"doosre hath se isko pakad le" Sujata hesitatingly put another hand on Sudesh's big cock, it felt
burning hot in her soft hand.

Sudesh getting the thrill of his life time, never in his dream he thought that he will make this beauty his slave. I again feeling excited and my cock also beginning to grow in her hand.
"Chal chhor uss gaandu ko aur le ise chakh."
He put his hand over her head and forced her a bit to take his dick in her mouth. She opened her mouth a little and he forced his dick inside - he kept rubbing her cheeks and said "thoda aur khol na janeman pura lund lena hai tujhe"
She opened her mouth wide and he pushed his cock deep inside up to her throat. It gagged her a bit but she kept sucking it. My cock grew a little seeing my lovely wife giving head so easily to this young boy. I got this pleasure hardly one or two times in this whole twelve years.
"Wah - ye hui na baat mazaa aa gaya." He then brought out his cock and made her sit right beside me and then he too sat down and then he said, "mujhe chumma de"
She without hesitation grabbed his face with both hand and furiously French kissed him he also grabbed her body hard and they kissed furiously for long just a few inches away from me. Sudesh grabbed her boobs over her blouse and squeezed them hard, She was breathing heavily.
Sujata whispered, " pahele dinner karlete hai phir Bedroom mein chalte hai". But they were so close to me that I could hear then also.



"Nahin – yahin chodunga tujhe tere is gaandu husband ke paas."
"Bole to ise jagaa doon aur phir tuje chodu."
"Nahin please ise sone do".
She also put my cock which was considerably harder now inside my pants and zipped it.
"kyon pati ka lund dekh kar sharam aa rahi hai."
Sudesh smiled. Sujata kept quiet.

He removed her nighty and soon they both were naked and lying beside me. Sudesh was so aroused by the fact that her hubby is sleeping beside. He almost made Sujata lay sticking with her husband and I her husband whose nasha was gone with these events was experiencing all this very closely. Sujata though afraid that her hubby might wake up still she was so wet and desperate at the moment that she only think about a brutal fuck, nothing less. Sudesh was lying naked over her body and kissing her slowly all over her body.

"Saali kab se tujhe chodne ki soch raha tha aaj mauka hath laga hai wobhi is chutiye ki baazu mein.
Sujata strted smiling hearing his language.
“Thora dudh nehi pilaygi teri.”
“Pilo na jitna chahoo, maine kab mana kiya.”
Sudesh strated sucking her breasts for few minutes.
“Bahut baray baray hai zaneman tera nipples to. Pura golabzamun ke mafik hai.”
UMMMMMMMM…….Sujata moned”
Bol tujhe kaun si position chudai lena pasand hai?"
"yehi"
"kisi aur position mein choda hai is gaandu ne?"
"nahin"
"phir tujhe kaise pata chalega? Koi baat nahin aab to sab type ka maja doonga tujhe."
“ek minute ke liya choro na mujhe. Almari se ek condom leke ati hun.
“Condom? Kiu?”
“Pet me bachcha aagayee to”
“Kiu mera bachcha nahi legi”
“Dhat….pahanlo na jaldi”
Nahi….. mai direct hi marunaga tuje.
“Achcha baba thik hai jo hoga dekh lungi” “Khus”
“Ha”
"To fir karo jaldi" Sujata got desperate. Sudesh enjoyed that,
"karo kya karo".
Sujata understood that he is taking advantage of her deperate situation.
"Chodo na mujhe jaldi baba" She cried
"Phir se bol , mera naam le kar bol."
"Chodo mujhe Sudesh… der mat koro……jaldi chodo….
“English me bol na ekbar”
“Fuck me Sudesh fuck me." “Huya….khus….. ab jaldi dalo”

(TO BE CONTINUED)

[Ramesh_Rocky]

ONE FINE DAY

PART2
This satisfied Sudesh's ego and it further humiliated me. Now he put his cock over her dripping pussy and pushed hard. "aaahhhhhhh" It went inside with a brutal force and reached the depth where she never experienced so far. She pushed her hips upwards to meet his thrusts and soon they were fucking in a rhythmic motion. The rhythm also felt by me and I ejaculated in my pants. To hide my vibrations during ejaculation I immediately turn back towards them. Seeing me move Sujata was afraid a
bit but Sudesh assured her, "Don't worry ye nahin uthega aur utha to eahi gaand marunga is gandu ka.
“Chal le le mera. Bol maza aa rha hai ki nahin?'
"haan bahut”. Fuck me hard. Thora zor se"
"le saali zor se le le".
Ummmmmmmmmmm……..yeah speed thik hai.
" Is chootiye ne kabhi aisa choda hai?"
"nahin "
He then turned upside down and she was on top of him. She has seen such poses in movies and pics but never experienced this but soon she found the rhythm and there fucking went on smoothly. He grabbed both her juggling boobs and squeezed them hard.
“Of kitna bore bore hai tere. Jab tera beta chota tha usko pet vorke deti the na.
“Hum”
“Pati ko ve deti the.”
“Ha kavi kavi.”

Sujata has never experienced such wonderful fucking earlier and she already has come twice but this stud is unstoppable and fuckinging her like a mad horse. She lovingly kissed him again and keep bouncing her ass of his balls and was now verge of another climax but Sudesh also has increased his thrusts and started
squeezing her boobs harder, She also increased the rhythm and both breathing heavily came together he ejaculated tones of cum inside my faithfull wife. Due to their position… lot of cum dripping out of her cunt over his balls.


After the fucking was well over they were both resting in the same position. Sujata had not bothered to cover herself. Sudesh then asked my wife "kyon maza aaya ki nahi? " Sujata just nodded her head in affirmation. He again asked her" is chutiye ki chudai se jyada maza aya na?' Sujata again just nodded.
I was wondering myself about the nature of my wife , who just a few minutes back, when she was being fucked by sudesh, was acting just like a whore and now again she started behaving like a chaste woman.
Maybe sudesh was also tired then, so he wanted to return to his hostel for sleep. While getting up he told my wife that he is going now but he will come back on next Thursday which was still five days away. Sujata looked quizzically towards him and asked "thursday ko kyon?'
I could not understand what she wanted to ask him. whether she was reffering to the long gap of five days or whether she was simply asking him that why he was coming on next thursday, indicating him that all was over between them, i.e. my wife and sudesh.
Sudesh also understood this and laughingly asked her"kyun nahi aaon kya thursday ko?" And worst of my nightmare came true when she hurriedly replied "nahi mera matlab tha ki thursday ko kyon, woh tau abhi 5 din ke baad hai"
Sudesh said "thursday ko isliye meri rani ki thursday ko holi hai aur us din colour lagane ke bahane tere is gaandu pati ke hi saamne tere mammme dabaunga aur teri chut marunga. Dekhna janeman 5 din wait karne ke baad tu bhi kitna khul ker maze legi mere saath."
Sujata said "per mere pati ke samne kaise cho.......... karoge, inhone dekh liya tau bahut musibat ho jaayegi."

Sudesh said "arre is baat ka hi tau maza hai janeman, tera pati or tera beta ka samne hi tera mamme dabane hain aur tera gand me holi ka rang lagane hai.
“Dhat….aysa hota hai keya”? Sujata asked.
Aray tum hame janti nahi ho meri rani. Achcha tum jaanti ho na tumhari padosan Sabitri bhabi ko, woh bhi mere se chud chuki hai. Do bachche ki ma ho kar vi bahut garam aurat hai woh aur bahut pyaar karti hai woh mere ko. Usne tau mujhe apne ghar per holi khelne bulaya bhi hai. Sujata was very much surprised listening him. She said "kya Sabitri bhabhi ne ve! Main nahi maan sakti, woh tau kitni sedhi-sadi aurat hai. Woh aisi ho hi nahi sakti. Sudesh said "sedhi-sadi [simple and plain] tau tum bhi ho janeman. Phir tumne kaise chudwa liya mujhse. Bolo? Bas jaise tumne chudwaya waise usne bhi chudwaya. Waise tum janti nahi ho ke oh kaysi garm aurat hai. Sali ekdam BBB hai.
Sujata asked "BBB ka matalab kya hota hai?" Sudesh smiled and said " BBB ka matlab english mein hota hai BIG BREASTED BITCH yeane ki “Bare Bare dudh-wali Bhabi”. Samjhi”.


" Tum phir us BBB yani ki tumhari Sabitri bhabhi ke ghar kyon nahi jaa rahe ho holi khelne ke liye.”
"Woh isliye ki mujhe tumhare ghar per tumhare pati ki samne hi tumhare garam jawani ki varpur anand uthane hai. Apni tau bas yeh ek hi fantasy hai janeman. Kisi married aurat ko uske pati ka presence mein hi varpur chudai karne ki. Phir chahe uska pati hosh mein ho ya na ho. Aur isbar holi me Sabitri bhabhi ka pati or do bachche vi rahega ghar me. Lakin us ghar ka bachche log bahut badmas hai. Apni ma ko chutti o ke din akele chorta hi nahi. Us ka pati ko to chakma de sakta hu lakin bahbi ki oh do badmas bachcho ke samne bhabi ki mammme me hat dalna sirf muskil hi ekdam namumkin hai.
Aur rahi baat tere pati ki tau dekh aaj bhi tera pati ghar per hi tha aur maine tujhe choda na. Bas isi tarah se us din bhi tujhe chodunga. Is bar vi jee bhar ker daru pila dunga teri is gaandu ko aur phir jab yeh madhosh ho jaayega tab isi ke saamne hi teri mamme dabaunga. Aur thora der ke bad jab yeh poori tarah se tunnn ho jaayega tab isi ke bedroom mein, isi ke bed per tujhe sulake, teri upor charke, tujhe jamkar chodunga. Bol razi hai na?".
Again my wife just nodded and just said " dekhna isbar koi gadbad nahi ho jaaye".
sudesh said "koi gadbad nahi hogi, aur by-chance aisa kuchh ho bhi gaya tau bahut achhha….. holi ka bahana hai, bol dunga ki holi ka din ahai aur main bhi nashe mein the tau galti ho gayi aur mafi mang lunga.Ab theek hai na?
Sujata said "haan theek tau hai per dhyan rakhna ki koi gadbad nahi ho jaaye nahi tau mein apne pati ko munh dikhnae layak nahi rahungi".
Sudesh said " haan aur ek akhiri baat sun le, holi ke din tum woh white sari aur white blouse hi pehanna. Aur yead rakhna ki ander bra pehanne ki koi jarurat nahi hai, jab tere mamme dabaunga tau nipple masalne ka maza bhi aana chahiye, saali bra ki wazah se auroto ki mamme masalne ka sab maza hi kharab ho jata hai. Achcha sun mai theek 11 baze aa jaunga holi khelne ke liye. Samajh gayi na".


Sujata said "per subah 9-9.30 baze tau building ki saari auraten jama hoker sath-sath holi khelti hain aur mujhe unke saath jaaker khelna padega, aur wahan se aate-aate 12. baz jaayegi"
Sudesh said "tab tau aur bhi achha hai. Main tumhare ghar 11.00 bbaze pahunch ker 12.00 bazne tak tumhare pati ko daru pila ker madhosh kar dunga aur phir isi chutiye ke saamne tumari gand me rang lagaoonga. Theek hai ab main chalta hun sweatheart. bye bye."
my wife said "bye- bye and goddnight"
Sudesh said" arre kya aisa dry bye bye bol rahi ho, jara pass aao kiss dekar good night bolo na."
Sujata went near him and kissed him on lips and and they were soon smooching each other very passionately. And sudesh was squeezing her naked boobs. this continued for 5 minutes then both of them moved away from each other although very reluctantly.

" achha aur ab ek final baat"
"woh bhi bolo"
"Monday ko 3- baje tum hamare naake ke paas se gujarana aur us din woh tumhari pink transparent saree aur blouse pehnana aur khyal rakhna ki bra nahi honi chahiye. I dont like beautifull and sexy lady like you wearing bras. Jawani aur husn tau dikhane ki cheez hai chhupaane ki nahi".
" keya bakto ho Sudesh, tum koi akele tau rehte nahi ho wahan per. Tumhare dost bhi rahenge, mujhe bina bra ke dekhenge tau sab saale gande ishaare karenge. Na baba na, mujhe tau bahut sharam aayegi. Woh sari blouse mein pehan lungi per bina bra ke nahi."
"arre yehi tau mein chahta hu janeman ki log tumhari jawani dekhe , aur unke lund garam ho jaaye aur mujhe yeh soch ker maza aaye ki yeh itnaa kararaa maal meri randi ka hai, jise dekh ker jawan aur budhe sabhi ka lund khada ho jata hai. Dhyan rakhna jab hamare paas se gujrogi tau saree ka pallu thoda sa hata ker apne mamme achhe se dikhana. Samjhi kya?'
" na baba na mein tau aisa nahi kar sakti. Haye kisi auer ne dekh liya tau phir kya sochega mere baare mein"
" tau phir apna rishta yahin per khatam samjho, agagr meri baat nahi maan sakti tau phir mujhse aaj ke baad milne ki sochna bhi mat"
Sudesh finally tried his last weapon threatening my wife of depriving her of his huge cock.
" achha baba jo tum kahoge woh karungi, meri jaan ab tau khush" My wife also surrenderd meakly now.
By now I was dead sure even she would also enjoy exibhiting her Jalwa to others but she protesting just to show her Nakhraas. Listening all this, my prick which was loosing its erection suddenly again started saluting.
(TO BE CONTINUED)

[Ramesh_Rocky]

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[Ramesh_Rocky]

ONE FINE DAY



LAST PART
On monday although I wanted to witness my wifes outing , but I cudnt since it was afternoon and I had to attend my office, but in the night I saw that she was extra horny and tried to arouse me saying "darling chalo naa aaj mood hai thodi masti karte hain.
I was alsso on fire since saturday so I didint waste the opportunity and made fierce love with her on monday night. Afterwards when I thought about what Sudesh had said about Sabitri I felt that Whatever Sudesh was saying was not wrong. This Sabitri bhabhi of our nebhourhood was really a sexy bitch. She had very huge boobs. I always had an eye on her but due to my decent background could never dare to even think of fucking her. And my perverted mind immediately started thinking of encashing this opportunity. I knew that Sudesh had this fetish or you can say fantasy of screwing some married lady in front of her husband. Ab biwi tau meri us maderchod Sudesh se chud hi chuki thi , tau maine socha chalo kyon na Sudesh ke samne Sabitri ki chut ke badle apni biwi ki chut ka sauda ker liya jaaye. Uski ek fantasy [to screw the wife in front of her husband with his consent] poori ho jaayegi aur mujhe dusri mast gharelu aurat chodne mil jaayegi. Lakin I just could not believe that beneath the simple and apparently shy face of my wife lies such a horny and sluuty wife who did not hesitate to cross all limits of decency to quench her sexual thirst.

Anyways we all were now waiting for that Thursday to come. I dont know who was more eager for the ultimate HOLI day. Me, my wife or Sudesh. In between Sudesh met me once on wednesday and during seemingly casual talk asked me what I was doing on holi and I very innocently told him that I will be at home and then he asked me whether he can come down to my place for some booze and celebrate holi.
Obviously I showed a very high degree of willingness to him and very warmly invited him to my place for some drinks.

Last night was very difficult for me and I found that due to all the tension and anxiety sleep was elusive. Somehow I managed to sleep by 3.00 a.m. When I woke up in the morning it was already 10a.m. And my wife had alraedy left to play holi with her neighours[womenfolks].
I very lazily got up from my bed and completed my daily routine and was looking again and again towards the watch. By the time it was 10.45 I was already having a mild erection in anticipation of things to come. Sharp at 11.00 there was a knock at the door and as expected there was Sudesh with a bottle of whisky in his hands.

We very warmly greeted each other and after formal wishes of holi sat down and started our programme of boozing. I noticed that Sudesh was taking good care [like on previous occassion] to make very large pegs for me and comparatively smaller peg for himself. But today I was determined to have very cotrolled boozing and to retain all my senses so that I could enjoy the events fully and yet could pretend to be drunk.
After around half an hour's drinking and almost three pegs down each to turn the topic towards the sex. I very casually asked him " kyun Sudesh aaaj kisi girlfrnd ko colour lagaya ki nahi, ya yun hi sukhi-sukhi holi mana rahe ho". Sudessh said" arre boss abhi kahan girlfriend ko colour lagane ka mauka mila hai, woh sali tau apne uncle ke ghar per gayi hui hai, aur mein yahan khali aapke sath baith ker daru peete hue holi mana raha hun"

I said"tau colony ki kisi aur ladki ko pakad ker laga dete"{I deliberately didn't say colour this time}
He said "arre kaun itni aasani se lagaane deti hai, jis kis ko bhi lagane ke liye pakdo wohi saali bhag jaati hai"
{I noted that he had aslo replied in the same tone, as to confirm what I was saying]
I said "arre yaar Sudesh tumhari age mein tau mujhe agar koi ladki nahi milti thi tau mein tau ados-pados ki bhabhiyon ko hi pakad ke JABARDASTI laga dalta tha, aur colour bhi aise waise nahi pure pyar se sare badan per lagata tha, tum samazh rahe ho na mein kya bol raha hun" and winked very wickedly looking at him.

Sudesh also smiled very wickedly and encouraged me further saying "iska matlab unki poori body pe colour lagate waqt unke mammae aur gand pe bhi lagate the kya"

I said "arre yaar uske bina lagane ka maza hi kya hai. aur meri ek do padosan bhabhiyan tau aisi thi ki colour lagate waqt khud hi mujhe chhedhati aur uksati thi aur jab mein unke mammon aur gand ko ji bhar ke daba ker unse laga hota tau woh mujhko rang lagane ke bahane se mera lund pakad leti thi"

Sudesh said" kya baat hai boss iska matlab tau yeh hai ki aap to bahut hi rangeele raja rahe honge apne college ke dino mein"

I said ' college ke dinon mein hi kyun abhi bhi bahut rangeela hun mein , abhi bhi bahut man karta hai kisi ko pakad ke ZABARDASTI lagane ke liye, per sala kuchh tau age ho gayi hai aur kuchh shadi ke baad biwi ki problem bhi hai ki woh saali bura nahi maan jaaye aur phir sabse badi baat tau yeh hai ki agar jisko pakda hai wohi chillane lag jaaye tau izzat ki tau maa hi chud jaayegi society mein. Isiliye mei tau tum se kehata hun ki yehi din hai aish karneke liye .Abhi jitni maza kar sakte ho kar lo baad mein badi problem hoti hai"

Sudesh said" boss agar aap ko abhi maza karne ka chance mile, yani ki kisi ados padoski jawan maal ke sath aur usme koi problem nahi aaye tau kya aap us ke sath aish karoge"
I got mightily pleased seeing that our talks were heading in the right direction and very excitedly told him" kyun nahi yaar, agar koi lafda nahi ho tau sala aish karne mein kya problem hai"
Sudesh said " per boss ek baat bolun agar aap bura nahi maane tau?"
I said " haan haan bolo na yaar aaj mei tumhari kisis baat ka bura nahi manunga, kyonki aaj tau hoil hai'
Sudesh " boss aapne kabhi socha hai ki jin bhabhiyon ko aap color lagane ke bahane dabate the woh kisi aur ki biwi bhi hoti hogi, tau jaise aap unke sath maza kar rahe the un dino me jab ki aapki shadi nahi hui thi theek waise hi koi aapki biwi ko , yaani ki Sujata bhabhi ko bhi chhedne ki yah mauka mile tau chodne ki ichha rakhta hoga yah phir aapki biwi ke naam per apne lund ka paani girata hoga, masturbate karke, tau aapko kaisa lagega agar aap ko pata chale ki yeh particular aadmi jise aap apna dost ya maybe rishtedaar samajh rahe hai woh actually apne ghar per bhabhi ke yani ki aapki wife ke naam per roz bathroom ganda kar raha hai.
I now understood where this basterd was trying to lead me. But playing a fool I deliberately fell into his trap and said" yaar Sudesh tum nahi jaante per maine kisi aurat ke sath koi jabardasti nahi ki woh sab khud bade maze le lekar mujhse lagawti thi aur mujhe bhi lagati thi. Ab agar unko bahar ke lund khane ka shauk hai tau mai kya karta . Agar mein nahi maze leta unse tau koi aur leta phir mein hi kyon nahi. Rahi baat Sujata ki tau phir koi bhi chahe woh jo bhi ho uske naam per muth maarega tau mein kya kar sakta hun in fact agar koi meri biwi ko chodna chaahe aur meri bibi bhi uske sath chudwane ke liye ready hai tau mein lakh koshish kar ke bhi unhe rok nahi paunga ,per tum yeh sub kuchh kyon pooch rahe ho. kya tumne kissi married maal ko pata rakha hai kya yah phir meri biwi per hi neeyat kharab kar li hai tumne?".

Sudesh said "woh jaane do boss per yeh batao ki agar aap ko mauka mile tau aap is colony ki kis maal ko lagaane ki tamnna hai, yah yun keh liziye ki aap ko is colony ki kaun si maal sab se jyada sexy lagti hai"

I decided now that it was ripe time to let the cat out of the bag and tell him directly of my intention to fuck Sabitri and I said "yun tau bahut saari jo bahut hi sexy hai per sab se jayada sexy tau mujhe woh 5 no. wali Sabitri bhabhi lagti hai. haiiiiiii yaar kya maal hai woh, yeh sali marwadin aurate bhi gajab ka maal hoti hai. sali kitni gori hai aur sali ke mamme kitne mote-mote hai aur kya chaal hai saali ki jab chalti hai tau lund pe chaku chala deti hai, itni moti gand hai uski agar woh meri biwi hoti tau dog shot hi marta rehta sali ko. kash ki woh mujhe apne college ke dinon me mili hoti tau aisa rang lagata us per ki sali randi jindagi bhar yaad rakhti mere ko." Merely talking about Sabitri had made my cock very stiff and now it was clearly making a small tent of sort in my lungi. This thing didn't go unnoticed from this horny basterd. Sudesh now looking at my crotch, he understood that I really have hots for Sabitri bhabhi.
He very lewdly told me [probabbly he also thought that he can fullfill his fantasy of fucking a housewfe in front of her hubby] boss aap ko ek baat bataun, can you will beleive me, that I have fucked the same Sabitri bhabhi at least 50 times.

Pretending to be shocked I said" ho nahi sakta, ya tau tum jhut bol rahe ho yah phir tumhe daru chadh gayi hai"

Sudesh said" boss na tau mein jhut bol raha hun aur na hi mujhe chadhi hai aur agar tumhe meri baat per vishwas nahi hai tau mein abhi Ashok se tumhari baat karwa deta hun woh tumhe confirm ker dega ki hum dono ne us chhinaal Sabitri bhabhi ko choda hai ki nahi"

Again pretending to be over-shocked I asked "kya matlab hai taumhara ki HUM DONO NE usko choda hai ki nahi, yani ki Ashok bhi us per chadh chuka hai"

Sudesh said, " haan woh mera room partener bhi aur razdar bhi. jab mein Sabitri bhabhi ko apne room per bula ker chodta tha tab use baher bhejna padta tha. Ek din usne baher jaane ke liye condition rakh di ki woh bhi Sabitri ko chodega iske baad hi baher jaayega, tau ultimately MAINE use Sabitri bhabhi ko chodne ka ek chance de diya" he unduly stressed on MAINE, I knew why he was stressing that word.

I asked him" aur us chhinal Sabitri ne tumhare sath-sath tumhare dost se chudwana bhi kabool ker liya."

"karti kaise nahi chut mein aag jo lagi hui thi, phir bhi jab nakhra karne lagi tau maine saaf keh diya ki agar tumhe mujh se chudwana hai tau mere dost ko bhi khush karna padega nahi tau hume chodne ka mauka bhi nahi milega aur yeh mera dost tumhari badnaami bhi ker dega aur phir mere is tagde lund se chudwane ke liye usne Ashok se bhi chudwa liya." Sudesh said very proudly.
I knew that he was trying to impress upon me that if he tells then Sabitri will not mind getting fucked by any of his friends. And I decided to toe along his line. I asked him quite eagerly" Sudesh agar tum Sabitri ko bolo toh kya woh mujh se bhi chudwa legi"

"kyon nahi boss uski sali ki himmat hi nahi ho sakti hai ki woh meri baat per naa bol sake. Per tum kyon use chodne ke liye mare jaa rahe ho boss, tumhari tau itni sunder aur sexy biwi hai phir us Sabitri mein aisi kya baat hai."

"yaar sawal Sabitri ki baat ka nahi hai ,sawal hai change ka, manta hun ki meri wife bhi bahut sexy hai, uske mamme aur gand Sabitri jitne bade nahi hain per phir bhi kafi achhi size ke hai aur use dekh ker kisi shareef admi ka phir chahe woh jawan ho ya buddha, lund bhi usko chodne ke liye tadap jaayega, per roz-roz apni biwi ko chod ker mein tau bore ho gaya hun agar koi naya maal especially Sabitri jiasa maal mil jaaye chodne ke liye tau mein KUCHHHHHHHHH BHIII karne ko ready hun' . I deliberately stressed the word kuchh bhi so much to to let him feel the highest degree of my desperation to fuck Sabitri bhabhi.

Kuchh bhi". Sudesh asked me with a very wicked grin.

"kuchhhhhhh bhi" I asserted very firmly

Tab tau boss tumhara kaam ho jaayega, tum mere dost ho tumhari tadap mujh se dekhi nahi jaa rahi hai mein Sabitri ko bol dunga ki woh tumhe bhi ek chance de de per meri ek condition hai boss"

"arre mere dost Sudesh, tumhari her condition mujhe bina sune hi manjoor hai jo tum kahoge mein waisa hi karne ko ready hun per plz tum bas ek baar Sabitri ko mere niche sula do phir dekho mein kya karta hun"

"woh tau boss samjho ki chud gayi tum se , agar tum meri baat mano tau"

"bola na tumhari sabhi baaten mujhe kabool hain ab aur kya assurance chahte ho tum mere se chaho tau mahine bhar ki daru aur mutton ki booking karwa dun saamne wale ki hotel yah phir kuchhh cash wagairah jo bhi tum bolo."

"boss bura mat man jana, per sawal cash ka yah phir daru mutton ka nahi hai. Woh tau aap bole tau mahine ka kya saal bhar ka mein aap ke liye book karwa dun usi hotel se But agaain I say that please dont feel bad but jaise aapki wish hai ki kuchh bhi karke ek baar Sabitri bhabhi ko chodne ka ,waise hi meri bhi ek wish hai ki bhabhiji ko , yani ki aapki wife ko,ek baar puri nangi karke uski chut mein rang lagane ka. Iske badle mein ek baar tau kya mein das baar Sabitri ko aapke niche sulane ke liye ready hun"

"sirf chut mein rang hi lagana hai ya lund bhi lagana chahte ho" I asked him

"sach poochho tau lagana tau lund hi hai per kahin aap bura nahi man jaaye isliye rang hi kaha" sudesh said.

"Yaar idea tau tumhara bad nahi hai, aur meri biwi ko tau waise hi mein itna chod chuka hun ki agar use koi aur bhi chode tau mujhe jyada tension nahi hai, agar iske badle mein mujhe naya maal milta hai chodne ke liye tau. Per problem yeh hai ki meri biwi bhi tau ready honi chahiye tumhare se chudwane ke liye. Us ko kaun manayega." I showed my [false] helplessness.

Sudesh now literally jumped on the opportunity and said' boss aap bhabhiji ki tension mat karo un ko tau hum dono mil ker sambhal lenge, aur jyada kuchh bolengi tau holi ka aur drinks ka do-do excuse hai hamare paas."

"baat tau tumhari theek hai dost" I pretnded to be thinking over his proposition.

"So are you ready for our little fun game boss" Sudesh asked me

I looked at the watch which was now showing that it was almost 12.05 . which means that Namitha could be home any moment. I hastily asked him "Per hum log meri biwi se bolenge kaise ki woh tum se chudwaye, yaar woh bura maan gayi tau mera tau divorce hi ho jaayega.'

" Woh sab tum mere per chhod do , mein sab kuchh manage kar lunga , bas tum tumari beta Rahul ko kahi hatado or phir bhabhiji ko thodi si jada drink pila dena. Aur phir colour lagane ke bahaane daboch ker pakad lena aur phir hum dono mil ker usko colour lagayenge aur tum colour lagate-lagate unke jitne ho sake kapde utar dena. Ekbae bhabi nangi ho jaya phir baaki ka kaam mein manage ker lunga"

{Tau maderchod ek husband se hi uski biwi ko nanga karwa ke use chodne ka plan bana raha hai. chod tau tu usko chuka hi hai, ab chahe jaise maze le le, per iske badle mein mujhe bhi ek naya maal mil raha hai tau mujh ko kya objection ho sakta hai} I thought to myself. Apparently I asked him "per yaar tum us Sabitri se mera kaam kaise fit karwaoge yeh bhi tau bata do"

"woh tau bahut simple hai ek baar jara bhabhiji ka chut to mar lu phir bhabhiji ko hi bol dunga wohi koi excuse bana ker Sabitri ko yahan bulwa lengi aur phir ek room mein tum Sabitri ko chodna aur dusre room mei tumhari biwi ke saath aish karunga.

I knew that this basterd was enjoying talking vulger things about my wife , and since i had alraedy given him permission to fuck my wife so I didnt object to his using foul language about her.
Uske bad keya hua oh ek dusra story hai. Phir kisi din bataunga…..ok.
([i]THE END)[/i]

[Ramesh_Rocky]

No Hard Feelings


After some major events in our life over the last few years, I knew that my wife Stacy and myself needed to get away by ourselves for a while. It had been some time since we had taken a vacation, and we really needed time alone to rekindle the flame in our marriage.

We chose to stay at a vacation resort that had a dancing floor. Stacy liked to dance and we looked forward to that. Outwardly we still were the ideal family, we were an above average looking couple, actually Stacy was a lovely woman and we get along well together.

The first couple of days, everything were as planned. During the day we would lie lazily by the seaside or near the swimming pool, or go on site-seeing trips, in the evening we would have dinner together and dance. It was on one of those evenings that I noticed a guy unashamedly ogling Stacy. He couldn’t take his eyes off her. She noticed too, and I caught her glancing at him once in awhile.

His interest didn’t seem to annoy her, and he didn’t seem to be bothered by the fact that I was there. ‘Arrogant bastard,’ I thought to myself.

This man sat at the bar while we were at a small table nearby. Stacy had her back to him, but I noticed that each time we came back to the table from the dance floor; she would glance up at him. They made eye contact several times, and she didn’t turn away until she sat down. I wondered how long this had been going on.

Obviously something about him had caught her attention; my guess was that it was his size and his rugged looks. He was a fairly big guy, probably in his forties. The fact that she had been maintaining eye contact for several seconds bothered me because she was, in effect, encouraging him. I kept my feelings to myself for the early part of the evening.

At one time during the evening, when I returned from a trip to the men’s room, Stacy wasn’t at the table. I thought maybe she had gone to the ladies’ room, but then I noticed that the man wasn’t in his seat at the bar. I looked around the crowded dance floor and spotted them dancing. I immediately felt a shot of anger. I was however relieved that the song ended just then, and Stacy broke away from him and came back to the table. He tried to keep her out there, but she probably felt a twinge of guilt, knowing that I’d be back to the table by that time.

I decided that now was the time to say something. “That was interesting, who’s your friend?”
“His name is Robert.”
“What made you decide to dance with him?”
“He asked me, and kept pleading, and I did not want to attract attention, so I accepted.”
“I don’t appreciate you dancing with men that we don’t know.”
“Oh please! There was not much else I could do, right?”
“I don’t know, but I’ve noticed the way he’s been undressing you with his eyes all evening. I’ve also noticed that you’ve been making eye contact with him far too often. You’re encouraging him, and I don’t like that at all.”
“I knew you would be suspicious, that's why I have invited him to join us so you can get to know him.”

I was taken aback by that bit of information, but didn’t get a chance to say anything. He arrived at the table with a new round of drinks for the three of us, and Stacy introduced us, “honey, this is Robert. Robert, this is my husband.”
I rose from my seat and reluctantly shook his hand. He said, “please to meet you.”
I really couldn’t say that I was pleased to meet him.
‘Goddamn show-off,’ I thought.
Robert smirked, looked directly at Stacy and replied, “Isn’t Stacy the most beautiful woman around here?”
She blushed at his compliment. I couldn’t help but wonder what he expected to accomplish, she was not only married, but I was with her. “I couldn’t agree with you more. She’s also a great wife.”
“I envy you, you’re lucky.”
He was really laying it on thick and continued complimenting and flirting with Stacy at every opportunity. I was been getting more annoyed by the minute and knew that somehow I needed to get away from here.

When the band played a slow number, Robert asked Stacy to dance again. Without checking with me, she got up and went with him to the dance floor. The band played several slow ones in a row. I noticed that as time wore on, Robert was pulling Stacy closer to him. She seemed not to make a lot of efforts to object. When the band started into a fast song, they came back to the table.

Stacy was a little flushed, and it was obvious that she was not her usual self. She looked at me, I glared at her and she blushed. It must have just hit her that she had over stepped her line by carrying on with this stranger, much to my disapproval. She must have also realized that she may have been getting close to losing control. She stood up and said, “honey, I’m a bit tired, could we go now?”

I was more than ready to leave. I wanted to tell her off once we got to our room. But I never had the time to. The moment the door was closed, we were in bed making love like we hadn't in a long time.


The next day we had been lounging around the pool at the hotel when I spotted Robert. Stacy was in the pool, I took advantage of the fact that we were alone to admonish him. “What the hell do you think you were doing with my wife,” I asserted.
“Stacy is an adult!”
“My wife is a married woman.”
“She’s capable of making up her own mind about things.”
I stated in a harsh tone, “don’t you get any fucking ideas, you bastard!”
“Your wife flirtations with me indicate that she would more than welcome my advances.” I did not know what to say. I really didn’t believe that he would seriously try to seduce Stacy. He was anyway not paying as much attention to Stacy today as he had the previous night.

That evening we arrived at the club to find Robert sitting at the same table we had shared the previous night. He motioned for us to join him. I was not really happy to do so, yet could not do so without being obvious.

I walked over to the table and said facetiously, “Robert, good to see you again.”
He glared at me and said nothing. He turned, smiled at Stacy and said, “hello beautiful. I think you’re the most beautiful young lady that I’ve ever laid eyes on.”
She smiled back at him as we sat down. That evening was a repeat of the previous one. Robert dominated Stacy’s time, and I only danced with her twice. Several times when they returned to the table I could see the flushed look on her face. They were obviously attracted to each other.

It was late and a slow song came when she was dancing with Robert, he motioned her to get off the floor but she said something and he stayed. I had seen them dance before but something about tonight made it so sexy, her little skirt and breasts pressed against him and her head resting on his shoulder. They danced very seductively to the last song of the evening, and I watched as they exchanged a kiss. They were on the far end of the dance floor and probably thought that I couldn’t see them. They didn’t seem to notice me; I think that they were too preoccupied with each other.

As soon as we were together, I berated Stacy, “what the hell were you trying to do? Aren’t you aware that you’re married?”
“What does that mean?”
“That means that you’ve been flirting with Robert like you’re a single woman on the prowl. “
“I-I didn’t do anything wrong.” Stacy seemed to be trying to sort things out in her mind. Maybe she thought she could do it and keep it hidden from me.
“ You’ve been behaving shamelessly. He obviously turns you on. You don’t even care that you’re humiliating me.”
“I-I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to humiliate you,” she finally said. “You know I love you very much.”

I felt bad after the conversation. Later I thought, after 10 years of marriage, I should not have any doubt about her love for me. She was slightly naughty tonight but I thought I should have seen how far she could go.

We stayed at the hotel a few days. The following day as we were dancing I said, “All the men are looking at you.”
“Yes, but I am all yours.”
“They all want you,” I said, holding her a little closer.
She giggled and said: “Let’s go to our room.”
“Ok, let’s go.”
As we walked past the tables, some guys leered at Stacy but she averted their gaze. When she could talk again she said hoarsely:
“It upsets you, these guys looking at me?”
“Yes. But you, it gets you hot, being stared at, being wanted?”
“Yes, it did.”
“Robert was there too. His eyes never left you all the time we were there.”
“I know.”
“You thought about what it would be like to stay with him, when we were leaving?”
“Please.”
We were quiet for a minute. I said thoughtfully: “You will never know what it would have been like.”
“What?”
Then I said: “We are still there.”
She did not answer for a while. “What do you mean?”
“Would you like to go back up there?”
She could not believe my question, “Would you like to?” She did not want to be the one to stop the game.
I was quiet for a full minute.
“Yes,” I said finally.
“And then, what?”
“Meet him. Sit with him. Talk, flirt, whatever.”
Stacy then realized it was no longer just a game.
“But, things could go too far.”
“No farther than anybody would want to.”
“I am not sure this is a good idea.”
“If you don’t want to go, all you have to do is stay where you are.”

She stayed there, trying to think and failing. Then, she looked at me in silence, her body shaking a little.

“You don’t want to go?” She saw that I did not seem to want to follow her and wondered, with mixed relief and disappointment, if I had changed my mind.

“You go first,” I said, “and meet him. I will join you in twenty minutes.”

Before leaving, she kissed me on the cheeks. Before disappearing in the corridor she again turned around: “Are you sure of that?” I nodded, unable to speak a lie.

I went to our room and waited sometime. When I looked at my watch, I saw that only five minutes had elapsed. Long enough that, if she had changed her mind, she’d be back. I began to think about what might be happening down there. Was it a good idea? Was I ready for it? What has led me into this?

I went down to the bar and entered through the other door. I saw her immediately, at the table with Robert. She was glancing at the other door, expecting to see me. I was about to join them when I saw that he had his hand on Stacy’s thigh and that she was making no move to have him take it away. I sat at the bar and asked for a drink.

I watched for a while as the hand moved up and down my wife’s naked thigh, under the skirt. Robert said something and I saw her laugh. It was clear that some sort of proposition had been made. A couple of minutes later she looked impatiently at her watch.

I walked up to the table. Robert quickly moved his hand away, looking disappointed at my arrival; the fun was over. I then asked my wife to dance. Robert smiled, realizing he might not be taking away the pretty woman for good.

“I thought you would never come,” said Stacy.
“I have been here for a while, I thought you needed more time to flirt and get acquainted. You seemed to be doing fine… What happened?”
“He saw me right away and asked me to sit with him and then to dance. I told him you would join us later. When you didn’t he started getting closer. You saw it.”
“I saw him touching you.”
“Only slightly.”
“What did he say just a minute ago?”
“He said we should go down to his suite and continue the party there.”
“Would you have gone if I hadn’t shown up?”
“I don’t think so,” she said without conviction.
“What did you say?”
“I told them to wait five more minutes.”
I recalled her looking impatiently at her watch.
“You wanted to go?”
She said nothing.
“If I had not interrupted, then at this moment he would be making love to you.”
She did not reply.
“How do you think it would be?”
“If I had gone?”
“If you had gone.”
“Great. He is quite eager.”
“Do you want to go ahead with it?”

She did not dare to say anything. What was ‘it’ exactly? What would we do? We had never talked about anything like that.
I asked again:
“How do you think it would be?”
“It doesn’t matter,” she managed to say in a whisper.
“Shall we sit with him after this song?”
She nodded.

When we went back to the table, it was awkward at first. Robert was happy she was back, but disappointed that my presence meant his hopes for access to her were dashed. But I pushed a chair for myself on the other side of the table, leaving Stacy to sit across from him, where she had been before.

Before long Robert began testing the limits, first brushing his hand lightly against Stacy’s knee, and when she, after glancing at me, made no retreating motion, letting it rest on her thigh. The hand moved up, looking for a stop sign and not finding it even as his hand reached up to her.

For the next few minutes, I watched with outward calm, but with racing pulse, as my young wife was being fingered, practically in public, by a stranger. It is hard to tell how long this would have lasted before somebody had to make a move.
“Why don’t we take a walk on the beach before we went back to our rooms,” Robert said to my wife.
Stacy said: “I don’t know if my husband…”
After a while, I nodded, not finding anything else to say. I didn’t really know what to say at that point because I didn’t know what was next or what I wanted next. Then Stacy gave me a look that said let’s see how far all this would go. The die was cast.

Except from us three, there was nobody else on the beach at this late hour. We walked for some time, then stopped and sat there watching the waves coming to splash on our feet. From where we were, we could still hear music coming from the hotel. Stacy suddenly stood up and walked over to Robert and said: “I love this song, let's dance here.”

Robert was rather surprised at that point but he took her hand and stood up with her. She held him close as her breasts were pressed against him and his crotch rubbing her navel. I couldn’t believe it; it was so hot. They danced for a couple of minutes and a different song came on, she kept dancing. She looked at me. I didn’t say anything, part of me didn’t want to blink for pride sake, but part of me also felt a bit threatened about what was happening.

As I thought about what to say, she took his hands off her back and placed them on her ass. He just held her ass for a bit but I guess not getting any stop from me and being very aroused at this point himself, he started to gently kiss her neck. She noticed his arousal I am sure and started to grind him more.

Meanwhile I was in another world, all different emotions were going on in my head. My brain was saying that I didn’t want him doing this with my wife. I just sat there and said nothing. I was not sure whether she was proving a point and wanted me to be the one to stop it or she was getting aroused.

She was the one to take the next step. She broke the dance and looked at me briefly as to give me a second to stop her and when I didn’t, she moved her mouth to his face and kissed him. That was the last time she looked at me, whether out of being daring or sheer sexual desire.

“I just wanted to get you here alone,” he said softly.
Stacy breathed a sigh of relief. “I thought…”
He silenced her by moving in and softly placing a tender kiss on her lips.
“I’m sorry,” he said wrapping his arms around her.
“You kissed me, didn’t you?” she smiled as she ran her hand softly down his chest.
“Last time I checked, kissing wasn’t an offense,” Robert said, taking her hand.
“No, it isn’t,” Stacy said, “But I’m married…” She wanted this, really, but she was afraid.
“And?” he questioned.
“And kissing another man isn’t supposed to feel this good,” she said as he moved in to kiss her again.
“Just go with it, Stacy,” he moaned through strained kisses.
“I’m serious Robert,” she said, scrambling to break away from his kisses.
“Okay!” he grinned, moving in to kiss her again.
She leaned her head back and looked at him. She leaned in and kissed him.

I was confused. Her comment about her love for me made it clear that she didn’t want to go any further. Yet now her kiss was demanding that she wanted more than anything to do just that. She put her arms back around him and their lips joined eagerly.
“I really like kissing you a lot,” Stacy smiled.
“Let me in,” he pleaded, his tongue softly trailing its way across her lower lip before parting hem softly, his tongue plunging between. Giving in to her desire, Stacy allowed Robert full access to her mouth. She gently moved her hands to his head, her fingers caressing his hair.

“Oh…” she moaned as his mouth traveled down the corner of her mouth to her neck, lingering just below her collar, nibbling on the skin there. Nudging her legs apart with his thighs, he settled himself comfortably between, both savoring the closeness.

“You know,” Stacy moaned as Robert stopped to stare into her eyes, “If you keep looking at me like that, I’m going to have no choice but to let you take me right here.”

“This is something worth considering,” Robert said. Excitement threatened to overwhelm her as he ran his hands over her bare back, then up to work on the knot of fabric behind her neck.

He turned her so that she was facing away from him and slowly unzipped the back of her dress. It was so quiet that the small noise of the zipper being undone sounded to my ears like a runaway train.

She then stood before Robert as he used his thumbs to push the straps off her shoulder. She cooperated as he slowly gets the garment collapse to the ground, revealing her full glory.

The two strips of cloth were dragged away by the breeze currents, and with them went all barriers to intimacy. He slid his hands over her shoulder blades and under her arms. As he started stroking her breasts she squeezed the back of his neck, pulling his mouth against hers. Their tongues locked together as he kneaded her breasts.

I was frozen in time. This went on for a few minutes more and then she stopped grabbed his hand and went towards the sea almost as if I wasn’t there. She brought him in the water, lay down and pulled him toward her. Then she broke their kiss and said something to him. With that they flipped over and she got on top of him. He squatted on the sand, buoyed by the water as she wrapped her legs around his waist. In this position her head was above his and her breasts at the height of his shoulders.

He tweaked and pulled on her hardening nipples. Then, lifting her slightly with his knees, he brought her right breast to his mouth. He chewed gently on her nipple, then took as much of her breast as he could into his mouth. She tightened her legs around his waist, pulling herself against him. She stroked his hair as he ran his tongue around.

I had followed and stood there watching. It was obvious by her moans that she was intensely aroused. Robert started kissing her all over and she quickly started to remove her panties. The sounds coming from her lips were unbelievably erotic.

Stacy was still supporting herself by holding the back of his neck, and as he eased her skirt over her thighs she held him tight against her breast and sighed. Her face was flushed and she was breathing heavily.

As her arousal grew beyond control, she moaned loudly, then cried out, “Oh, yes! Yes!” Locking her face to his, she kissed him savagely,

Pulling hard on his shorts. He pulled away from her and leaned backwards. He slid his legs under hers; eased forwards and down, seeking entrance, then up, guiding himself in. Her eyes opened wide as she felt him enter her, but with no hesitation she hooked her legs around him and pulled him in.

Stacy looked at me with a weird kind of look as she began riding his hard cock. Their moans were so loud, so erotic. She was in heaven. I was ashamed but I couldn’t remember the last time I had pleasured her like that.

Robert was in a hurry and he was rough with her, intent on gaining his pleasure. With his long strokes he took her deeply. I could tell that he was experienced and skilful in the art of pleasing a woman, and he fucked her for a long time and brought her, finally, to the point where her orgasm began to build up.

Very soon she was rising to a climax. When she started to moan gently, climbing to a climax, she tightened around him. I knew they would not be able to keep from coming for long. She lifted her head and looked into his eyes; a look of intense pleasure, of affection, of longing as, hands behind his neck, she drew his face to her breasts.

Unable to hold back much longer Robert drove his hips against my wife, powerfully, holding her firmly by her shoulders and sucking on her breast. She was on her way to a magnificent orgasm when finally Robert mumbled something. He was rewarded with a cry of delight as she was propelled towards another high. Her face was contorted with passion and her body was wracked by a continued orgasm. Both were gasping noisily as he exploded within her and she shuddered around him, collapsed on each other, sharing that most intimate of experiences as they came together.

Stacy lifted his head from her breast, and they exchanged a sloppy, passionate, exhausted kiss as their pleasure descended to manageable levels as I stood there watching.

I was in my room for two hours when Stacy joined me. The moment she saw me, she began to cry. I hugged her, reassuringly. “It’s OK.”
“Is it? Will it be?”
“Yes. It is and will be. You wanted it.”
“You wanted me to do it.”
“You liked it.”
She tried to swallow her tears and smile.
“Some of it.”
“Was he good?” I asked her.
“Yes, he was.”
“What did he do to you?”
“He fucked me again, on his bed.”
There had been no need for any further foreplay.
“Like he did before?”
“Yes. No. Not really, it was face down.”
“It was better that way?”
“Yes…”
“It is deeper that way.”
She blushed because I knew the reason. “Yes”
“Did you come again, like the first time?”
She nodded.
“Was that all? You stayed there longer.”
“He told me to stay and, after a while, to suck his cock.”
“You complied.”
“Yes.”
“Did he come in your mouth?”
“Yes.”
“Did you like it?”
“Right then, yes.”
“Will anything like this ever happen again?”
“No, not in the same way.”
“But, in some other way?”
“Maybe.”
(THE END)

[Ramesh_Rocky]

EXPIRATION DATE



My wife, Marcie, was in London again, shopping. She has been spending more time away from home every year. We no longer have a marriage but I cannot afford to give her a divorce and she has no desire to apply for one. In the last five years my software company has taken off, For over ten years, I was struggling just to keep our head above water, and than the hardware technology caught up with my software package and things went sky high. Three of the big companies had expressed interest and I was just waiting for the right one to grab it. The actually value now was well over ten million, mostly in stock, which I held.

About eight years ago Marcie was working for a legal firm in Reading. The paycheck was a big help at the time. Her hours were long and she ended up making several over night trips for the firm, even thought she was just a paralegal. I was tied up with the new software so I didn't give a lot of thought to her absences. Up until that time everything was OK between us. Our sex life was great and we seemed to spend a lot of time doing things together and enjoying each other company, even with my erratic work habits. After she was with the law firm about a year, the sex dropped off to almost nothing and our life together became barely platonic. I was unhappy with the situation but I was sure it was just a phase she was going though. We had two sons who were both in high college. They pretty much took care of them selves. Bradley was getting ready for Penn State and Scott was looking forward to the Marines.

Marcie's boss, at Berks Legal, was Robert Logan. I met him and his wife a few times at company functions and he seemed like an OK guy. One day Marcie came home very upset and told me that Robert was dead, shot by his wife. She didn't go into any other details but shortly afterwards she quit, and never worked again.

Our marriage did not improve. She became surly and argumentative. I would like to say she had some redeeming features or good traits but I can't. I would try to avoid her as much as possible, but it was difficult. To make matter worst she was pregnant. I was hoping the new baby would improve our home situation but it didn't. Marcie named our new daughter Glenda. She adored the girl and fussed about her constantly but our relationship continued to get worse.

As Glenda got older Marcie started to spend more time away from home. The company was making money so we ended up in a new house with servants. Marcie had a live in nanny for Glenda and took full advantage of it. I never asked where she went or why. All I knew was there were a lot of expenses. Luckily, I was making the money faster than she could spend it, but I was upset never the less.

I tried to talk to her and find out what happen between us, but she refused. Of course the separate bedrooms didn't help. I had no idea what I did wrong and so I had no idea how to fix it. I finally just gave up.

A divorce would cost me a couple million dollars and probably ruined the new company. I was upset with myself for letting it go this far. I had my own legal staff on retainer, but still could not see a good way out.

Glenda was growing into a fine young lady. I spent as much time with her as I could. Marcie usually kept us apart, but since she was gone so often, Glenda and I became good friends without her knowing. It was our secret and Glenda enjoyed it. She was in third grade now and doing well. I got to go to the PTA meetings and the teacher conferences. Marcie was usually busy with other important things. Bradley and Scott were both on their own and doing great. My marriage sucked but my kids made up for it.

Then one day I got lucky.


Janet Logan was sitting in my office waiting for me. I was surprised because I thought she was in jail for killing her husband. She had aged well. Her hair was shoulder length and was a smooth mixture of gray, silver and a little black. She had on very little make up and her skin seemed to have a gentle smoothness without being soft. Her eyebrows were natural and fit her face perfectly. She appeared to be hard and feminine at the same time.

"Janet, this is a surprise to say the least. You look good."

"Thanks Grady. I wasn't sure you would remember me. It's been eight years and I was certain I would be a forgotten person by now."

"Would you like some coffee?"

"Black would be great."

"Janet, I am in a very embarrassing spot here. I am, of course, aware of your situation and don't want to say anything to upset you. If I say or do anything that might be inappropriate please feel free to correct me."

"I have been in jail for the last eight years, Grady. I am pretty well calloused about the whole thing. Don't worry about my feelings. By the way, how is Mrs. Stevens? "

"Not something I want to talk about. Shall we just say that things could be better?"

"Sorry, but that is the reason I came to see you. I have to talk to you about Marcie. I am not being vindictive or revengeful but there are some things that I feel need closure."

I placed the cup of coffee in front of her but sat in the chair aside of my desk rather than behind it. I wanted to hear what she had to say and I wanted her to feel comfortable while she was doing it. I hit the intercom button and instructed my secretary not to interrupt us.

"Grady, did you follow the trial at all?"

"No. Marcie mentioned what had happened but I didn't have any particular interest in it myself. I was busy with the business start up and she wasn't very talkative at the time. I guess she was upset at his death."

"More so that you would imagine I guess. It appears that you have no clue about what was going on so a lot of this will come as a shock to you. You said you didn't want to get me upset, well I feel the same way. I am going to explain things to you that are not pleasant to hear. If it becomes to difficult, just tell me and I will stop."

"Maybe we should have had some scotch instead of the coffee."

There was a little half laugh from both of us.

"On the day that I shot Robert he was planning on leaving me and running away with Marcie. Robert had stopped by the house just long enough to present me with divorce papers. Your wife was waiting in the car. They were going to come see you after they finished with me. I had been aware of their affair for sometime and had documentation and a few pictures. The fact that he was asking for a divorce didn't bother me because I was planning the same thing."

"Janet, I had no idea. I was living in my own little world at the time. I guess it was my fault in a way that the whole thing happened. I am sorry that my poor performance as a husband contributed to your marital problems."

"There was more, Grady. Robert had always wanted a family and we were never able to have children. He was constantly complaining about my shortcomings as a wife and blamed the entire thing on me. When he handed me the divorce papers he told me that Marcie was pregnant with his child and that she was going to provide him with the family he always wanted. I turned and started to walk away from him, but he continued to insult me and call me all sorts of demeaning names. It was not enough that he was leaving and divorcing me, he insisted on making me feel as if I was less that a person. It seemed like he was never going to stop berating me and finally I snapped, reached into the buffet drawer and pulled out the revolver. I don't remember shooting him."

"Do you mean to tell me that my daughter, Glenda is Robert's?"

"Glenda is not Roberts daughter but I would imagine that Marcie thinks she is."

"Can you explain that?"

"I had myself checked several times. The doctors never found anything wrong with me. I finally got a sample of Roberts sperm checked and he was totally sterile. I never told him. By the way, Glenda is the name of Roberts mother. I assume that was the name they agreed on when Marcie found out she was pregnant."

"Marcie picked out the name, but I had no idea where she had gotten it from. I think you are right though, she believes that Glenda is Robert's child. Knowing that, explains a lot of things. Would you like some more coffee?"

"No but I have some more things to discuss. Are you sure you have the time?"

"We are fine. Don't worry about a thing. That's the nice thing about being the boss."

"When I went to prison all of the things in the house went into storage. Roberts' briefcase was included. I was going though it last week and found this."

Janet handed me the original divorce papers that Marcie was going to give to me the day that Robert got shot. The papers were signed, dated and notarized. Robert and Marcie worked for a law firm so the terms of the divorce were very precisely spelled out.

"Is this still good?"

Janet laughed. "I have no idea. I'm not a lawyer. Check out paragraph seven."

"She is giving me completed custody of all children. Wow, this would really piss her off if she found out I could get Glenda. Of course the boys are long gone but if I got custody of her little angel she would go bonkers. Can I have this so my legal people can look it over?"

"It's yours' Grady. It has no value to me. I wish you well with it. Here are some more things you might or might not be interested in."

Janet handed me two manila envelopes. "The pictures that my detective took are in the small envelope. They are very sexual in nature. I have no use for them but maybe they will be of value to you. The large envelope contains the investigation results that my PI gave me and some other interesting papers. You can look them over and decide what is important to you. "

"Thank you. I really don't want to look at them but I will give them to the lawyer with the papers."

We both sat and looked at each other of a few moments. She was a very impressive women and I was glad she came to see me.

"I better go and let you get back to work. Thanks for seeing me. I feel better getting these loose ends wrapped up. By the way, you don't have any job openings for an ex-con do you?"

Seymour Schlamp, my personal and favorite lawyer, was all excited about the eight year old divorce papers with no expiration date. He was like a kid in a candy store and could not wait to get started. Marcie had not asked for percentages of anything but for hard figures. She wanted fourteen thousand dollars from the checking and savings accounts. That was about half of the total eight years ago but next to nothing today. All the other items were similar. There was only one gotcha; she wanted the 1995 Volvo station wagon that she had at the time. I sold it about five years ago. I had to find that car.

Janet Logan started work in the software testing division of the company. It was an entry-level job but I felt she would be comfortable with it. It also gave me a chance to see her on a regular basis. I liked Janet and hoped to get to know her better.

Glenda and I kept our DNA tests secret from Marcie. It would be a few weeks until the results came back, but Seymour needed the time to make sure there were no loopholes in the divorce papers. I felt confident that the results would show Glenda was mine.

With a little bit of help from friends at the DMV I was able to locate the Volvo wagon at State College. The frat boy was happy to let me have it at twice what he paid for it. A week later I had the new title with Marcie's name on it.

Seymour explained to me that as long as nothing was changed on the original request for divorce it could go through as written. We were not able to find anything serious enough to make us want to change it. Marcie's signature was notarized and still legal even after eight years. I signed in my place and Seymour's notary put the seal on it. Now all we had to do was wait.

Time passed very slowly. My relationship with my wife did not improve. My relationship with my daughter grew stronger every day. My relationship with Janet Logan grew stronger every day. After about a month I convinced Janet to have lunch with me, on a non working day. It was pleasant, with no strings attached and I assured her that I would do nothing that would indicate to the other employees that I was interested in her. She replied that her relationship with me was more important than her job. I had a feeling that things would improve but I was not going to rush anything.

Over the next few weeks I tried several times to talk to Marcie about our marriage. She refused to open any discussions or even respond to questions. I did not tell her that her petition for divorce from me was being processed and in a short time she would be notified that it was final.

It was the middle of the week and the middle of the day when my loving wife, Marcie, came storming into the office.

"What the hell is this?" she demanded as she threw some official looking papers on my desk.

"I am not sure, but I believe the divorce request that you made eight years ago has just been finalized."

"You son-of-a-bitch. You can't do that. Everything has changed since then and if you think I am going to let you get away with this crap you are crazy."

"What has changed Dear? Just because your lover died doesn't mean we could not proceed with the divorce. I agreed to all of your terms so you have no grounds to protest. I suggest you get a lawyer if you want to contest the divorce and in the mean time I would like you to get all your things out of my house, which you gave to me."

"I will gladly get out of your house and I will get this piece of shit, divorce notice thrown out. You will pay and you will pay big. Glenda and I will be gone this afternoon and I will sent somebody for my stuff tomorrow."

"Sorry Dear, but if you read paragraph seven you will notice that you gave full custody of Glenda to me. Until you get it resolved, she is mine. If you try and take Glenda without my permission I will have you arrested, I promise."

By this time Marcie was boiling mad. All of her words were not spoken but screamed. Her neck muscles were tense and the veins in her forehead were popping. Her lips quivered every time she talked. For the next minute I didn't hear what she was saying. I just stood there stunned by her rampage. Finally she grabbed the papers and stormed out.

The peace and quiet was wonderful. I sat fully relaxed and relieved as my secretary brought me a cup of coffee. She didn't say anything, just smiled. I spent the rest of the afternoon canceling cell phones, credit cards, bank accounts and insurance policies.

I called Janet and she agreed to have supper with Glenda and me that night. I needed a friendly shoulder to lean on. Glenda and Janet spent most of the night talking to each other. Things didn't work out as I had planned.

Seymour called me a few days later. Marcie had retained legal counsel and a meeting was set up to settle and resolve the problems with the divorce. A family judge was going to sit in on the proceedings and act as arbitrator. Seymour indicated that Marcie's lawyer did not seem to have much confidence in getting the divorce decree thrown out but seemed more interested in getting me to relinquish custody of Glenda as an addendum. I agreed to compromise but not concede.

The meeting started off slow and consisted mainly of reviewing each of the demands that Marcie had made in the divorce request. Seymour handed over checks for the agreed upon amounts and we sat quietly and endured the formal protests relating to the unfairness of the settlements. Seymour gave no responses what so ever. Marcie seemed shocked when I slid the car keys and title for the Volvo across the table. At last the question of custody was reached. Marcie asked the judge if she could make a statement, which was approved.

"For the last eight years I have forced myself to live in a loveless marriage for the sake of my daughter. I loved Robert Logan with all my heart and I was proud to give him the child that his wife was unable to. Robert Logan is the father of my daughter, not Grady Stevens. Mister Stevens has no rights what so ever to Glenda and I will not tolerate having the daughter of the man I loved raised by a stranger. I am seeking sole custody of Glenda Stevens based on this."

The judge who had been quiet doing the entire proceeding spoke up. "Mrs. Stevens are you saying that Glenda Stevens is the off spring of an adulterous relationship that you had with Robert Logan while you were married to Grady Stevens?"

"Yes, your honor. It sounds a little degrading the way you put it, but Robert Logan and I were lovers and soul mates. We never felt like we were doing anything as dirty as adultery. We were planning or starting our own life together when his tragedy occurred. Glenda is the proof of our love and I don't want Mister Stevens having contact with her in any fashion."

"Your revelation concerning this matter would in most cases make you less likely to get custody due to the infidelity. If what you say is true, however, we might possibly have to reconsider." The judge looked over to Seymour. "Do you have anything to offer?"

Seymour and I sat and looked at each other. "Are you sure you want to do this Grady?"

"Yes. Lets do it."

My friendly lawyer pushed a piece of paper across the table to Marcie's lawyer. "This a report made approximately six weeks prior to the conception date of Glenda Stevens. As you can see, the report indicates that Robert Logan had a sperm count of zero. Mister Logan was completely sterile and there is no way he could ever father a child. That is the reason Janet Logan, who is fertile, was never able to conceive."

Marcie went pale and her eyes opened wide. She was getting agitated again as she did in my office. "That's a lie. That report is not authentic. This is something that you are making up just to steal Robert's child away from me."

Her lawyer whispered something in her ear as he tried to calm her down. Finally she seemed to relax a little bit.

Seymour pushed three more pieces of paper across the table. "The first form is a DNA analysis of Glenda Stevens. The second form is a DNA analysis of Grady Stevens. The third report is a comparison of the two, which shows that Grady Stevens is without a doubt the father of Glenda Stevens. Are there any questions?"

By this time Marcie was in tears. She wasn't mad any more, now she was simply crushed. She was bawling uncontrollably as her lawyer asked for a short break.

After the break my ex wife's lawyer conceded custody but asked for some type of visitation agreement. I agreed to let Marcie have Glenda every other weekend and two holidays a year of her choice. Marcie decided that she would like to have Glenda on Christmas and on her birthday. Marcie sat quietly the rest of the session. I went back to work without saying anything to her and left Seymour to finalize the paperwork.

I could not believe that I got off that cheap. If Marcie had been a better companion the least few years, I would have been willing to share the wealth. I never denied her anything, emotionally or materially. I was willing and able to do anything for her but somehow, someway I had not met her expectations as a partner. I never was able to figure out what Robert Logan had that I didn't or what he did for her that I could not. The pictures that Janet left did not show him to be anything special in the physical department. I gave copies of the pictures and the investigation to Marcie. Inside the investigation were two reports of motel meetings that Robert had with other women at the same time he was seeing Marcie. I hoped she enjoyed reading that.


Every attempt I ever made to get an explanation from Marcie was rebuffed. The divorce left me feeling like a failure. I found a little consolation with Glenda and Janet.

Marcie moved in with Robert's mother, Glenda. Apparently they had become friends over the last few years. Unfortunately the arrangement did not work out well for Marcie. In order to support herself, my ex wife was slowing selling off the jewelry and designer clothes that she had accumulated at my expense. It took a while for her to realize that her lovers' mother was doing the same thing. After six months Marcie moved out and went to live with her sister in Norristown.

In the beginning Marcie was picking up Glenda every weekend. She started to call and make excuses for not being able to come for some reason or another. The calls became more frequent and the excuses lamer. Finally she just stopped coming at all.

Glenda didn't mind when her mother cancelled out because Janet and I would go over board to make it up to her. We spend more time together and were beginning to feel like a family. Janet moved into the house and we were married just before Christmas.

Marcie was on a singles cruise to the Caribbean over the holidays and couldn't pick up Glenda as scheduled. That made everyone happy. Two weeks later I filed to have the custody addendum thrown out and it was approved.

My company was finally purchased and we were now in the big bucks. Janet is extremely happy because for the first time in her life she is pregnant. We will be on Social Security before the baby finishes high college but it will all be worth it. Life is good, at last.
(THE END)

[Ramesh_Rocky]

What Lies Beneath

1ST PART
The last few months had been trying. My wife, Katherine, had been having an affair with a co-worker and it seems like everybody in the world knew about it, but nobody had enough guts to say anything. I was just as guilty as all the others. For some strange reason I was hoping that it would just end and everything would go back to normal. It was a fantasy of course, because it never goes back to the way it was.

We had been married for nineteen years and had three children. Rob was eighteen and a senior. Katherine was pregnant when we got married. A year later we had Donna and the next year, Darcy showed up and Dad got a vasectomy. They were good kids, and we never had any problems with them until recently. Needless to say, the problem with the kids was brought on by the extracurricular activities of their mother.

For the past three years, Katherine worked in the claims department for a large insurance company. When she started working overtime, several nights a week, the kids and I quickly noticed. She got a new hairstyle and joined a gym. Her underwear drawer got a little sexier, but I never got to enjoy it. Donna and Darcy saw her having lunch with her department head, at an upscale restaurant, but she never mentioned it.

In desperation, I decided to follow her like a lovesick puppy. Her trips to motels with her lover were frequent and brazen. Although I didn't see the need for it, I still documented the time and dates of several of their rendezvous.

As the affair lingered, the family started to fall apart. All of this happened without any conversation. The kids were mad at their mother for cheating. The kids were mad at me for not confronting their mother, and I was trying to hold everything together. I was too dense to realize that it was a lost cause.

The only time the family got together was for the evening meal. Even then, it was an ordeal. There was virtually no conversation and as each of the kids finished eating, they quietly disappeared, usually out of the house until bedtime.

"John, I am not going to be able to take this attitude from the kids for too much longer. If you don't do something to straighten them out, I will."

"I'll take care of it."

"You have been saying that for the last month now. I don't know what has gotten into them. Why did they start acting like little brats all of a sudden? If you have a solution, see if you can get a few answers too."

"Oh, that was no problem. The problem was how to straighten things out. I think we have everything worked out now."

"Are you going to let me in on it, or is it some big dark secret?"

"No secret. I am going to be moving back with my parents tomorrow."

Katherine was not pleased with this news. She stopped clearing the dinner table and sat back down, with a heavy determined plop. "What the hell are you talking about John? You can't commute to work from Frackville, and I can't take care of this place and the kids by myself. How is that going to solve anything?"

"Actually, Katherine, you won't have to worry about taking care of the kids. They will be going with me."

I was not looking forward to the furrowed brow and the stiff lower lip that I was rewarded with, but I fully expected it. With her elbows on the table my loving wife leaned forward and looked me in the eyes. "There is no way in hell you are leaving this house with my kids. What ever gave you the idea that you could get away with something that stupid?"

'They did."

Katherine let out a sigh of exasperation, got up and started again to clear the table. She was muttering to herself, but I couldn't make anything out. After slamming the last of the china into the sink she turned. "Why? Why is this happening?"

"The best I can figure is that they are tired of being embarrassed."

"What the hell are you talking about?"

"Mostly, it is about your affair with Bryon Masterson. You have flaunted your infidelity to the point where the entire family is aware of it. You have shown no regard for your children or me."

"What?"

"Are you going to deny it? Are you going to tell me you don't spend several days a week having sex at various motels? Are you going to tell me that I don't understand?"

I decided I didn't want to pursue this conversation any longer. It would have been easy to throw it all in her face, but I didn't have the guts. I pushed back my chair and walked out of the room. Katherine stood by the sink with one hand on her hip. I noticed a defiant look on her face, as if she was daring me to mention her infidelity. I got the feeling that she had been baiting me all along, so that she could have an excuse to stop carrying around the guilt. This was a lecture I was not going to be on the receiving end of tonight. I had no desire to hear that I had driven her to seek comfort elsewhere, because I was a mediocre husband and a poor lover. Of course I could accuse her of being a slut and a whore, but I would still end up getting the blame for everything. I knew Katherine, and I knew that she had planned everything she was going to say beforehand. My best play was to not play at all.

"What about your job?"

"I quit."

I heard her screaming my name as I walked out the door.

I had no idea where the kids were. All of their clothes and personal belongings were loaded into Rob's Subaru Outback. The wagon had over a hundred thousand miles on it, but I figured it still had another hundred thousand left in it. All of my clothing and personal papers were in the back of my Jeep. Katherine didn't notice any of this when she came home. We all agreed that whatever we couldn't get on the first trip, we could come back for later. I was sure that Katherine was checking the house out as I drove away. There was no going back at this point. I decided that I had to call Donna. Donna always seemed to be in control. Rob was the oldest and the male, but he had no problem letting Donna call most of the shots.

"Donna. It's Dad."

"Are you still at the house?"

"No. I am on my way to a motel right now. I had to tell your mother what was going on, but not why. I think it is best if you guys find some place to stay tonight. Can you contact Rob?"

"No problem. Darcy and I are going to stay with Betsy Cooper. I am not sure what Rob has planned, but I think I can get in touch with him."

"Okay. Meet me at the Waffle House on Lancaster Pike tomorrow morning at six. We can leave for Frackville from there."

"Dad. Was mom mad?"

"I think so. I'll tell you about it tomorrow. Oh, after you call Rob, it might be better to turn your phone off."

After checking into the Deska Motel, I turned off my cell phone.

I just finished taking a shower when there was a knock on the door. I opened it, expecting a furious Katherine, but instead found a smiling Rob. There weren't that many motels in town.

By seven o'clock the next morning we were on our way to the coal regions, and home.

Katherine and I never got around to discussing my work situation. It didn't matter, because I was now unemployed. The normal thing to do under these conditions is to stash away as much cash as possible without looking like you are doing it. If I filed for divorce, I would have to go through the process of declaring assets and coming up with a fair distribution. I figured, the hell with it. Nobody likes to see his credit go belly up, but under the circumstances it seemed like a good idea to me. If I wasn't working, the kids could qualify for lots of grants and other benefits when it came time for college. I would see to it that they got everything they needed, but it might not be aboveboard. Living with Mom and Dad would also cover a lot of other usual expenses.

I was pretty sure that Katherine wouldn't wait too long before filing divorce papers. I would probably go along with anything she demanded just to get out of the marriage. There wasn't much she could get, since I did not have a job and the kids would not go with her even if they were ordered to do so. All I could do now was sit back and wait. I had a basket of lemons and I was getting ready to make lemonade.

It was great being back in my hometown. The last time I actually lived there was just before I left for college. After graduation, the closest place I could get a half decent job was in Reading. Katherine was from Baltimore so she didn't mind being just a few hours from home. We had gotten married just before I started my last semester at Penn State. Katherine never finished because of her pregnancy. She never had any desire to return to college. I think she attended to get away from her parents and to find a husband. Somehow or other, I won the marriage lottery. My prize was three great kids and a bitch for a wife. I had regrets of course, but I was not one to live in the past. I did not know that my past was going to catch up with me so quickly.

Because I had lots of old friends in the area, getting an under-the-table job was not too difficult. I stashed away as much money as I could to keep it out of Katherine's hands. Things would be rough until she finally got the divorce started, if she did. All three of the kids pitched in without being asked. Under the circumstances, I think they felt sort of obligated. I didn't leave Katherine because they wanted me to, but they seemed to feel that way. Mom and Dad reluctantly took money from us, although I don't think it was necessary. They didn't want me to feel like a moocher.

Katherine called after two weeks and wanted to know if I was going to make the mortgage payment. I told her that I wasn't. Two weeks later she called to tell me that her car insurance needed to be renewed. I gave her the same answer. Katherine attempted to start a conversation related to the affair. She was trying to be apologetic and sincere, but it just didn't come across. I listened patiently as she explained how her friendship with Masterson came about and developed into a full sexual relationship. She assured me that he was only a physical attraction, and nothing more. After several minutes, she realized how ridiculous it all sounded and stopped talking in mid-sentence. I didn't respond.

"I'm sorry, John. I have no good excuse for what I did. I am truly sorry."

She stopped calling after that.

I guess my wife finally realized that the marriage could not be saved, and filed for the divorce. She was faced with a mortgage payment and a car payment, as well as all the utilities. Of course, I was obligated for these bills, but I felt that since thousands of other dead-beat dads were avoiding things like that, so could I. It was worth the risk at this point. I signed the papers, and the power of attorney to sell the house, as soon as I received them. Now it was just a matter of time. Katherine had asked for nothing other than the house. After closing costs and commissions, she wouldn't come away with much.

Rob was getting all his paper work together for college. We had to stay in the state to afford the tuition. Most of the grants would be difficult to get because I had to submit a copy of last year's income tax. I was able to explain my present employment status, and get several of them to waive the income provision. Unfortunately, Rob had other more pressing problems. My past was coming back to haunt me, and he would be caught in the middle.

"Dad, I have a small problem."

"I assume it's something that you feel I can help you with."

"I met a girl a few weeks ago and I really like her."

At least the conversation started out on a high note. Rob had dated several girls though high college, but never expressed any serious interest in any of them. It was refreshing to hear him admit that he might be in a potentially long-term relationship. "I am sure you are not referring to a talk about the birds and the bees."

"No, I think I got that one aced. I met her mother for the first time and as soon as I introduced myself she got upset. After I left, she told Shannon that she couldn't see me anymore. She never did that with any of her previous boyfriends. Her mother did not give her any further explanation. I guess Shannon got a little testy with her mom, because she finally agreed to back off, but only if you talked with her."

"Let me get this straight. This girl's mother will let the two of you date, but only if she talks to me first."

"That's pretty much it. Shannon said she never did anything like this before."

"I guess I can find the time. You set it up and let me know where and when." Rob left the room with a big grin and I sat there wondering why this woman would have to meet with me before approving their relationship.

That evening, Rob drove us to Shannon's place. It was an old shotgun house just off the main drag. The house needed painting badly and the slate sidewalk should have been re-leveled years ago. Shannon was waiting just inside the front door and anxiously opened it, as we approached.

"Hi. I'm Shannon." She was bubbly and cute. I could see why Rob was attracted to her. "We really appreciate this, Mister Rishel. I am sorry about having to ask you over like this, but Mom insisted. I hope you don't mind."

"Don't worry about it. I am sure we can get things worked out in no time."

"Mom. Mister Rishel is here."

My heart stood still as my old high college/college sweetheart, Abigail Connor, walked into the room. "Hello John."

"Hi Abby." The words came out of my mouth automatically.

There was an awkward silence in the room, which Rob quickly broke. "You guys know each other?"

She didn't take her eyes off me. "Your father and I went to college together."

Shannon seemed happy about the new situation. "Well that should make things easier, right?"

"I have a fresh pot of coffee ready. I think we might be more comfortable in the kitchen." I dutifully followed her to the back of the house. As I went to sit, she turned to the kids. "You two better wait in the front room for a while. Turn on the TV and no messing around. I'll call you in a few minutes."

Abby started to get the coffee and I started to reminisce. We were in the fall semester of our final year at Penn State. Abby and I had a fight because I didn't want to come home for Thanksgiving break. She went without me. While she was gone, I partied, got drunk, and got arrested for disorderly conduct. My parents were not happy, and Abby refused to talk to me when she got back. She was still mad at me when the semester ended and she went home for Christmas alone. I was in bad graces with mom and dad, so I stayed on campus over the holidays. That's when the bad news came.

It was between Christmas and New Years when Katherine approached me in the student union. According to her, during one of my drunken binges at the frat house, we had sex and she was now pregnant. Because of the situation with my parents at the time, I didn't want to aggravate them further. Without giving it too much thought, the two of us drove down to Gretna Green that day and got married. I didn't tell my parents until after graduation the next spring. Abby found out about the marriage, when she returned to college, after News Years, and immediately dropped out. I don't know if she ever finished.

"You're daydreaming." Her words woke me up, as the mug appeared before me. She was twenty years older than when I last saw her and still beautiful. My mind was racing, comparing what should have been and what was.

'I'm sorry. I wasn't prepared for this. You'll have to let my brain catch up before I can be worth a shit."

Abby had always been easy to talk to, and I always felt comfortable with her. I don't even remember what we argued about before we drifted apart. It was at that moment when I realized that I didn't even know her married name. Rob had never mentioned what Shannon's last name was.

It was time to break the ice. I was trying to be cool and yet open. "Is there a Mister Abby about, or is it just going to be the two of us for this discussion?"

She didn't smile at my pathetic attempt at humor.

"That's why I asked you here. I am not looking for anything, but I am hoping we can avoid a problem."

"What do you mean 'you are not looking for anything'?"

"John, I never married. I tried dating a few guys, but nothing ever worked out. Most of them were not interested in an unmarried mom and were just looking for easy sex with no strings attached."

"I still don't understand."

"Damn it, John. You are Shannon's father. There, I said it. I was hoping I could tell you in a more sophisticated way, but sometimes things don't work out like we plan."

Of course I had no clue. "Can I have some more coffee?"

"That's it? That is all you have to say?"

"I guess I understand why you told them they couldn't see each other anymore."

"Unfortunately, I think it might have been too late. By the time I figured out that you were Rob's father, they had already consummated their relationship."

"Oh God. You are telling me that my son and my daughter are having sex."

"I am pretty sure."

"I thought brothers and sisters were supposed to hate each other."

The fresh coffee was too hot to drink. I blew across the top of the cup as my daughter's mother stared at me, waiting for some words of wisdom that I could not offer.

"Abby, I don't think we have any choice, do we? We have to tell them and hope that it's not too late."

There was a sudden mood change across the table. "I'm sorry, John. I should have told you, but I just couldn't bring myself to do it. You had just gotten married, and I didn't want to screw things up for you."

"So you choose to ruin your own life instead?"

"I have a beautiful, intelligent daughter. I did not ruin my life, I just had to make a few adjustments."

I drained my cup of coffee and leaned back in my chair.

"By the way, John. I don't want to appear nosy, but where is Katherine?"

"I am afraid that we are estranged." I always thought that was a neat word, but never thought I would get a chance to use it.

"Oh. Sorry I asked."

We sat there for several moments, neither of us saying anything.

"John, do you want to tell them or should I do it?"

"You go ahead and I will support you as best as I can."

Less than a minute later Shannon and Rob were sitting at the kitchen table with us. Abby slid a folded piece of paper across the Formica to Shannon.

"Oh, my gosh!" Shannon immediately got Rob's attention and she hadn't even unfolded the paper yet.

"What's going on?"

"It is the mysterious birth certificate that I wasn't supposed to see until I was twenty one."

Rob looked perplexed. "What the hell is so unusual about a birth certificate?"

Shannon didn't answer. She had unfolded the form and was staring at it with her mouth open. "No. No. This can't be true. There has to be a mistake. Mom, tell me it's not true."

Abby didn't answer her daughter. She was staring at the floor. Rob was trying to look at the paper, but Shannon was hiding it from him."

"Mom, please. Tell me it's not true."

There was still no answer. In disgust, Shannon threw the birth certificate across the table and ran out of the room crying.

"Dad, what the hell is going on?"

"I'm sorry Rob. It was a hard thing for us to tell you, but you had to know."

"Know what? Damn it!"

"Shannon is your sister."

The kitchen fell silent. Far off, somewhere in the house, we could hear Shannon weeping. Rob got up slowing and walked out of the room. I was sure he had a million questions, but he wasn't looking for answers right now. He had more

important things to do. A few moments later the sobbing became less intense.

"Abby, you don't happen to have a beer, do you?"

Abby and I had just finished our second beer, when Rob reappeared. "Can we go home now, Dad?"

Two days later Rob decided to speak to me again. Things had been gloomy around the house and I was relieved that something was going to happen
(TO BE CONTINUED)

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[Ramesh_Rocky]

What Lies Beneath

LAST PART

"I want DNA tests done. I have the money to pay for them and I won't take no for an answer."

"Where do we get this done?"

"There is a lab in Allentown. It's two hundred dollars for each test. I want tests on Shannon, you and myself."

"Well if we are going to go to that trouble, we might as well get the girls tested also. I'll pick up the tab. Do we have to drive down there or do they mail us the stuff we need for the testing?"

"Either, but I'd rather go there."

"Fine. You set everything up and we'll make a day of it. I'll even spring for supper at the Olive Garden."

That afternoon I called the Continental Fire and Flood Casualty office. I spoke to the head of the company's legal department. He was not really interested in my marital situation and quickly told me so, however, he was interested in how Bryan Masterson paid for the motel rooms he had been using. When I mentioned that Masterson was Katherine's boss and that I wanted more information about the company's infidelity policy, he quickly ended the conversation.

A few days later, Katherine called. For some strange reason she had lost her job and was having trouble paying the bills. She sounded upset when I told her that I had not been able to find work and that I was sponging off my parents. She wanted me to give her enough money so that she could move back to Baltimore. She had the house up for sale, but it was not going well. She was hoping to get out of Pennsylvania before her car got repossessed. She tried again to rationalize her affair with Masterson, but quickly abandoned the attempt when I offered no response.

Although she didn't mention it, I knew that Bryan Masterson had also been laid off. She never figured out what happened.

Two days later, everything changed. I walked into the house and found Rob and Shannon on the couch, smiling like two Cheshire cats.

They just sat with silly grins on their faces as I got a cold Fosters.

"Okay. What's up? Why the long faces?" It was a weak attempt at humor. They laughed anyhow.

"Do you want the good news or the good news?"

"Don't you have that a little wrong?"

"We don't think so. Well maybe a little of it is bad news, but overall it is pretty good."

"Quit screwing with me."

"Donna and Darcy are both your daughters. The DNA matched."

"I assume they are happy about that?"

"They don't know yet."

"What are you not telling me?"

"Shannon is your daughter. Another near perfect match."

"I am still a little confused. Where does the good-good part of this kick in?"

"Don't freak out now, but I am not your son."

I was not expecting that. I loved Rob with all my heart and raised him as any good father would. Now he is telling me that I am not his father.

"I need another beer."

The grins had vanished from Rob and Shannon's faces. Things had suddenly gotten a little more serious and a little less lighthearted. I returned with a new longneck and slumped into my chair.

"Dad, it doesn't change anything between the two of us. You are still my father no matter what the DNA says. I don't know who the sperm donor was, but you will always be my father."

I had half of the new bottle finished. "I don't know whether to be happy or sad. I don't know if it is good news or bad news. I don't know what to do. I just don't know what to do."

My new daughter and my former son just sat on the couch, without saying anything.

"Have you told your mother yet, Shannon?"

"No."

"Why don't you kids run over and give her the news. I have lots of things I have to think about."

Mom and Dad were in the kitchen trying to avoid the entire situation. They were always good about that.

"John, if there is anything we can do please let us know. We won't offer advice, but are more than willing to help in any other way." Dad was always there for me. I wanted to do the same for Rob.

Abby found me several hours later, at the Circle Bar. I don't know how she knew I was there and I don't remember getting drunk. In retrospect, I don't know why I got drunk. Things weren't all that bad, just mixed up. It had been ten years since I overindulged, and I had no good excuse for doing it now.

I woke up on the couch in Abby's house. Somehow or other, she got me there. I was still dressed, but my shoes were off. I pissed myself, and was justifiably embarrassed when I realized it. I smelled the fresh coffee, but the toilet got precedence.

She was waiting at the kitchen table when I shuffled back from the bathroom. The bathrooms in these older homes were always on the second floor, so I was forced to attack the stairs in order to use it. I won that battle, though barely. Abby offered me nothing but coffee, which was fine under the circumstances.

"I sure did make a mess of things. I don't know who to apologize to first."

"It appears that you were not the only one who had sex with Katherine that weekend. You just drew the short straw."

"Hell, I don't even remember having sex with her. I assumed that I did because of the way she approached me. I didn't have an alibi and no way to prove that I didn't sleep with her. I took the easy way out, like a jerk. Man, I must be the biggest sucker in the world."

There was no reply from across the table. Finally she spoke up. "Hey, don't look at me. I agree with your self evaluation all the way."

"I don't know what to do."

"I thought the divorce was already started."

"It is, but I feel that I should be doing something else."

"I think what you should be doing right now is taking a shower and shaving."

I was in pretty bad shape. I also felt like shit. "Can you give me a ride home?"

Rob was in high spirits the next few days. The girls seemed to be satisfied with their situation, genetically, but still not happy with the mother that they felt they were stuck with. My Mom and Dad were as supportive as they could be without sticking their noses where they were not wanted. It was appreciated. Rob was the one who decided that more action was necessary.

"Dad, I want to make lemonade."

"What are you talking about?"

"You know how you always said if the world gives you lemons, make lemonade?"

I nodded my head to indicate yes.

"Well, we got a bunch of lemons. Let's get started."

How proud could a dad be?

"She must know, Dad. Mom has to know who my real father might be. It was at the frat house, right? That means that it was one of your 'brothers' who got Mom pregnant and let you take the blame. Isn't there some way you can get her to give you some names?"

"Wow. You are assuming it was more than one. It appears that you don't think very much of your mother."

"Not after what she did to you then, and what she is doing now. She was a sleaze and she is still a sleaze. How the hell did you stay with her all these years?

I ignored the last question. "I got an idea. I don't know if it will work, but it is worth a try."

That afternoon I called my loving wife. I had tried to arrange in my mind what I wanted to say, but I was afraid that I would end up getting flustered and blow it.

"John, what can I do for you? I wasn't expecting a call."

From the tone of her voice, I was afraid that she might consider the call an attempt at reconciliation. I was going to have to be very careful not to mislead her.

"I was thinking about our last conversation. You mentioned something about wanting to move in with your sister. Is that something you are still considering?"

"Yeah. Did you come up with a way to help me out? If you did, I would be grateful."

"I can give you two thousand dollars to help you get started, but I need a couple things in return."

"Okay, that will really help. What do you need?"

"I assume that you are not aware that I had DNA tests done on all the kids."

"Oh shit." From her muffled out burst, she had no idea about the tests.

"I'm am so sorry, John. I was hoping that this would never come up. Things seemed to be so good between you and Rob."

I found it interesting that she mentioned Rob, but not Darcy or Donna.

"And what about the girls?"

"I don't know what you mean, John. What about the girls"

"Weren't you concerned about their DNA tests?"

"No, why would I?"

Her reply seemed sincere and I decided not to pursue the subject any further.

"I would like the name, or names, of who Rob's father is or might be. Give me that and you can have the two thousand dollars."

The pause at the other end was far longer than I expected.

"Katherine, whoever this guy is, he didn't think enough of you to make you an honest woman. Why would you feel that you owed him some sort of secrecy? He used you and dumped you on me. I am the one that needs consideration, not him."

"Okay. Okay. There were three of them. I don't know which one is the father."

"A few names would be appreciated."

"Kyle Simmons, Ray Thorensen, and Phillip Burger."

I knew all of them. Three spoiled rich kids, who felt that they could get away with anything. They were all loyal fraternity brothers who turned out not to be too loyal. .

"Thanks Katherine. I appreciate it."

"What else was it that you said you wanted John?"

"If you are not going to be staying in the house and you can't sell it, can I have it?"

"Oh my, yes. I can't sell it, and would like nothing more than to let you have it. Even if I find a buyer, I would not make enough from the transaction to pay the real estate commission. You can have it as soon as I move out. I'll sign any papers you have. John, I also have a small favor."

"What is that Katherine?"

"Is there any way you can arrange for the kids and I to get together? Nothing fancy, but I am their mother, never the less, and I really would like to see them occasionally."

"I am sure I can set something up."

Two days later, Katherine had her two thousand dollars and I had title to the house, and the mortgage.

Rob had no trouble getting loads of information on his possible sperm donors. The DNA information was a little more difficult, but not impossible.

Ray Thorensen was a high college teacher in Altoona. All state employees were required to have their DNA on file. Those files were not available to the public, but Rob had no trouble figuring out how to get what he needed. Ray Thorensen was not Rob's father.

Phillip Burger was a guest of the Ohio penal system. It seemed that Phil liked young girls: girls that the state seemed to feel should not be sleeping with men old enough to be their fathers. It's not my place to judge, but I was glad that Phillip's whereabouts were available. Of course all people of Phillip's caliber are in the database. I don't know how Rob got access to this one, but the end result was that Phil was not Rob's father.

If Katherine had been straight with me, that meant that Kyle Simmons had to be the one. The search was on.

Seymour Schlamp and I went to high college together. Seymour went to Dickerson and got a law degree when I went to Penn State. Seymour and the law was not a match made in heaven. He was not the straightest arrow in the quiver: in fact he was sleazy to say the least. However he was the ideal candidate for our project.

Using the Nittany Lions Alumni news and the fraternity web pages we located Lieutenant Colonel Simmons at Andrews Air Force Base in Maryland. Kyle was a big deal in ROTC at college and it seemed like he made a career of it. Abby had a cousin in the Pennsylvania National Guard who was able to get hold of Kyle's DNA record. We had a match. Houston, we are ready to launch.

Katherine was out of the house by the end of the week. Rather than paying the back mortgage payments, I just refinanced the whole thing, eliminating Katherine's name on all the documents. I moved back into the house, but the kids wanted to stay at Frackville to finish the college year. Rob wanted to stay to be near Shannon. I think I wanted to be near Abby, but there were still things that had to be done.

I was amazed at the poor job that Katherine's lawyer did. It would have been very easy for him to determine that I hadn't quit my job, just took a leave of absence. It appeared that he never checked. I got the feeling that he used a fill-in-the-blank divorce form that he downloaded off the Internet. It would still be several months until it was final, but I wasn't anticipating a problem. The bad part about getting my job back was the loss of the college grants for Rob. The good part was that I would be able to pay the tuition or qualify for a loan.

Abby worked in an office that did medical billing for doctors. It was a straight nine to five job, five days a week. I started spending all my weekends at Frackville. Rob and Shannon were getting along fine with one small glitch: Shannon was spending a lot of time with Darcy and Donna. Mostly it was shopping, but Rob wasn't nuts about sharing her. Abby and I thought it was funny, in a good way.

For some reason, Abby and I were behaving more like friends than former lovers. It seemed like neither one of us was willing to make the first move towards intimacy.

Seymour flooded the legal system with all the paper he could think of. He worked on the shotgun theory. He figured if he filed enough cases against Simmons, one or two of them might stick. He was also hoping for at least one partial admission of guilt so that he could attach Kyle's pay. I wasn't paying him a cent, but he didn't seem to mind as long as he got a cut off the top.

I didn't want anything out of the lawsuits, but it would be nice if we could get Rob's college paid for. That would make it easier when the girls started. Things stayed pretty much the same between Rob and I. The DNA thing didn't seem to bother either of us. Rob was just happy that he wasn't Shannon's brother. I was glad that I was her father, but I wished I could have spent more time with her when she was growing up. She sort of got screwed in this whole deal, but didn't seem upset about it.

Things began to normalize. I got everything straightened out with the house, but hated living alone. Rob and Shannon finished college, and were both working. Rob would be leaving for State College in two months. Shannon was going to start a two-year program at the Reading Area Community College in some sort of medical administration field.

Katherine called from Baltimore. Things were not going well between her and her parents. She was still living with her sister and could not afford to get a place of her own. She was having trouble getting work, because of the bad references from her last employer. She was sorry for everything and wished she could take it all back. She hoped that I could forgive her. Although forgiveness on my part was out of the question, she was happy to hear that the girls were planning a trip to Baltimore to see her. The conversation ended on a high note for.

My life started to get better toward the end of the summer. The divorce was final and there were no strings attached. Kyle Simmons admitted paternity of Rob on the advice of his lawyer. In lieu of a cash settlement, it was agreed that Kyle would pay all of Rob's college expenses for four years. Kyle also ended up paying Seymour's fees. To make things worse for good old Kyle, his wife filed for divorce, which included her entitlement to 49% of Kyle impending retirement. Using simple math, Kyle's wife determined that Rob was conceived just four weeks before her marriage date. Coupled with several other indiscretions over the years, it turned out to be the straw that broke the camel's back.

The best surprise came when Abby showed up at the house. It was too late for supper, but perfect for a bottle of wine. She had nothing to say until we got comfortable.

"John, I need a favor?"

I liked how she opened the conversation, because I felt obligated to her, and wanted to do something for her.

"Shannon will be starting classes at RACC in a few weeks, and I am not happy about her commuting, especially over the winter through the mountains. I was wondering if it would be all right if she stayed here with you?"

"Of course. The girls are moving back in and I think they will all get along great."

"There is one other problem. We have never been separated before and I am hesitant to leave her alone."

"She won't be alone. I will be here and so will the girls."

I could tell that I said the wrong thing, by the look of exasperation on her face.

"I'm sorry, Abby. I guess that wasn't the right answer. I can see that you were expecting something else. Can you help me out here?"

"I swear John Rishel, you are the densest man I know. I am not going to let you off the hook, again. I am going to sit here until you figure it out. Give me some more wine."

Well it only took me about five seconds to realize what was going on. Before I finished pouring her wine, I was grinning from ear to ear.

Epilogue: Well, everything came out, as it should have. Rob is doing well at Penn State and makes it home every chance he gets. Shannon has great grades at RACC and will be finishing a half year early. Donna has been accepted at James Madison
University in Virginia with a nice scholarship. Darcy still hasn't decided on a college. Abby, Mrs. Rishel, has a nice little medical billing practice going for a three county area. She is hoping that Shannon will be ready to cover for her when the baby is due.

We drink a lot of lemonade.

As that famous English author always says: "Life goes on."
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[Ramesh_Rocky]

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SEXUAL INDEPENDENCE OF AN INDIAN HOUSEWIFE
PART2"How does he look?" I asked and Priya stared at me for a moment before answering.

"He looks very handsome and athletic. Tall, well-built, great body. Yes, to be honest that sort of played a role in it too. He is kinda attractive. Anyway, when I didn't react to his kissing my neck, and just stayed like that in his arms, he took it as a signal to do more. So he raised his face from my neck, pulled my head back a little and......and started kissing me....on the lips"

"What?" I asked, more in shock than anger.

"But it didn't last very long." Priya added hastily. "Barely a second, and I came to my senses and pulled away. So it didn't last very long.......that time."

"That time? There were other times?"

"After that I pulled away and sort of ran to the bathroom. Then I went to the next class and avoided him for a while. Then when classes ended, I decided to just take a bus. So I was waiting at the bus stop in heavy snow. That's when he pulled up in his car and insisted that I get in so that we could talk. It was snowing really badly and I was feeling very cold so after refusing a couple of times, I got in. After I got in, he started talking. He said that he had always been very attracted to me physically and clearly I was too. So he said why not just try a little bit of no-strings-attached, no emotional-complications fun? I said I have a husband. He replied by saying so what? He had a girlfriend too. A little bit of indulgence makes relationships stronger."

"Hmmm." I said, with a poker face.

"Anyway, I said I could never cheat on my husband. And he said he wouldn't push me anywhere i didn't want to go. He wasn't even asking for sex. Just a kiss for now. A proper kiss. I shook my head. He said think about it and then silently kept driving. As I sat in the car I decided this had gone too far. After he dropped me off, I would thank him and then refuse to get a ride with him again. By the time we reached here, I had made up my mind to just walk away and end it. And never tell you about it, Because it was just a small mistake." she said.

"But that didn't happen, did it?" I asked and Priya shook her head.

"Here's what happened. Once he stopped in front of our house, I turned to him and was about to say something when he said - I can see from your face what your answer is going to be. And you probably don't want me to give you rides home either. And I understand. But can I just ask just one final thing? A favor or something...maybe a thank you for my helping you today? So I asked him what he wanted. and he said, just a kiss. One kiss, that's all."

"Maybe it was his mentioning the assignment favor that made me feel a little guilty. And maybe, to be honest, I was a little curious to see how it would feel to kiss another man apart from you. Whatever it was, I nodded. And as soon as I did he leaned over, put his arm around my shoulder and started kissing me. Very....passionately."

"Was it a short kiss?" I asked.

"No, it was a long lingering kiss. I liked it. He is a great kisser. You are great too, he is just different. And I don't know, maybe I liked the novelty in variety. But yes, I loved it. And we kissed for about a minute or so. Then he broke the kiss and looked at me. Somehow looking at his face brought me down to earth and I immediately got out of the car and ran into the house."

"And?" I asked.

"And" she continued "the next day, I should have just taken the bus or asked you to pick me up. But somehow, I just fell into the spell. When he pulled up the car near the college exit, I got in. He drove me home, and again we kissed, for longer."

"Was it just a kiss or more?" I asked.

"For a couple of days, it was just the kiss. At the end when he dropped me home. I kept telling myself that a kiss was no big deal. But today it went a little further." she said.
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[Ramesh_Rocky]

SEXUAL INDEPENDENCE OF AN INDIAN HOUSEWIFE
PART3
I wanted to ask how much further. But I stayed silent, waiting for her to volunteer the information.


"Today, after he stopped the car in front of the house, we started kissing goodbye. And a little while into the kiss, I felt his hand go under my coat and rest on my stomach over the sweater. I was wearing a top, a thick sweater and jeans with the thick woolen coat. Before when we had kissed, he did touch me here or there. But all those layers of clothing meant he couldn't really fondle me. Today he slipped his hand, first under the jacket, then slowly under the sweater, and finally inside my top. And Ajit, I am sorry if this makes you hate me, but I liked the new touch of a new man. My brain kept saying I should stop it, but my body wouldn't obey. And before I knew it, his hands were inside my bra cups, fondling my and playing with my nipples."

I stayed absolutely silent. Mainly because I was grappling with my own conflicting emotions of arousal and jealousy.

"Then when he started taking his hand behind my back to unhook my bra, I suddenly came to my senses, and pushed him away. He sat back, looking a bit upset. I just gave him a quick look of anger and adjusted my clothes and got out of the car. And after that, I have been agonizing about telling you all this. And now I have told it to you." Priya said and finally fell silent.

I quietly looked at her. She looked back. Then I said,

"I need some time alone to think."
I quietly looked at her. She looked back. Then I said,

"I need some time alone to think."

She nodded, and I got up and went to the living room and lay down on the couch. I thought things over. Everything. Honestly. And after an hour I went back to the bedroom. Priya was sitting on the bed with her arms around her knees, looking petrified. When she saw me walk in, she stared at me with fear-filled eyes. I sat down next to her, put my arm around her shoulder and started talking. And it was a long conversation, so I will just summarize the main points.

I told her that I loved her more than anything in the world. And that I had loved all these years we had together. But it was natural for a sense of sameness to set in, especially in the physical domain, after these many years together. So I could understand why she did what she did. And truth be told, I might have done the same thing or even more if an attractive woman had courted me ardently like Ramon had. An attractive woman like her deserves to taste more of life if she wants to. I did not have any expectations or boundaries for her in terms of what she did physically as long as she stayed emotionally faithful to me. I would not get upset if she did anything, literally anything, I emphasized. I would not leave her, but I had three conditions. One, that she should be honest to me about everything, and tell me whatever happened in great detail like she did today. And two, I will not allow any emotional attachment with anyone. Three in any case our family life should not be affected by any means. Priya said she was surprised that I was reacting so open-mindedly and was not angry at her. She admitted that over the years, she had found a lot of men attractive and had often fantasized about them, but never did anything out of love for me. But as the years went by, the yearning for trying someone else kept growing. Especially since so many men of all types kept flirting with her. But even now, she was not sure if she wanted to actually sleep with a man or just do other stuff short of it. Maybe she would be satisfied with the high she got from just kissing and fondling with Ramon. Maybe not. She was not sure. What she was sure of was that I was the only man she wanted to spend the rest of her life with, and I was the only one she could ever be emotionally attracted and connected to. So no matter what she did, she would never leave me either. As far as the conditions were concerned, she accepted all of them. She would tell me honestly and in detail about whatever she did with Ramon. She said she understood why I wanted to hear everything in detail about her. And regarding any emotional attachment, sha said I should not have any dobut about it in my mind. Then, with that understanding reached, we hugged each other and made gentle passionate love that night.

The next couple of days, I was really busy at work because of an upcoming deadline. I would get home really late, close to midnight when Priya would either be studying or sleeping. I felt tempted to ask her every day what happened, but did not feel like disturbing her studies or sleep. In the morning, we'd both be in a rush to get ready and leave, so we couldn't talk much then either. Finally, on the fourth day when my deadline was met, I came home at a reasonable hour in the evening.

When I got home, Priya was taking a nap on the couch. She usually didn't take naps during the day, so I wondered what exactly had happened to tire her out so much. I thought about waking her up to ask, but she looked so peaceful, I let her sleep. I sat on a chair next to her, reading a book. An hour or so later, Priya woke up, saw me and smiled.

"Hi sweetie." she said, and got up and kissed me long and hard.

"Wow, you seem to have had an interesting day." I asked when she broke the kiss.

"Yesssss. So are you ready for my Ramon updates?" she said, planting herself in my lap.

"Yes. Have you had sex with him yet?" I asked.

"No." she replied matter of factly, "But things have moved ahead a lot. Here's what's been happening", and she started telling me.
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[Ramesh_Rocky]

SEXUAL INDEPENDENCE OF AN INDIAN HOUSEWIFE
PART4
The day after we had our long talk, Priya got into the car with Ramon to be dropped home. Usually he didn't make any reference to their making out while driving, and didn't' make any advances until they were outside our house. But that day, he asked her if she was OK with going to a more private spot. She agreed. So on the way home, he pulled the car off the road into wooded area, and came to a stop. He left the engine and the heater running, obviously, because the mercury was way below zero. He then unbuckled his seat belt, leaned to his right and started kissing her. Priya kissed him back passionately, for the first time using her tongue, which got Ramon very excited. In no time, his hands were inside her coat, massaging her boobs over the sweater and when she didn't resist, inside the sweater and the top, and inside her bra cups, fondling her boobs and playing with her nipples. When she didn't resist, he made the move that had made her stop last time. Slid his hand to the back. he was delighted when she did not stop him and he unhooked her bra.


With the bra unhooked, he got better access to her boobs. He now slid both his hands under her cups and started fondling her boobs roughly. After a couple of minutes, he took her coat off, and then her sweater, top and bra, neither of which she stopped him from doing. Ramon was now getting really excited at how well things were going. So excited, that Priya could see his erection poking through the front of his jeans. After he got her topless and started playing with her tits, she reached her left hand over and felt the bulge in his pants. The size of the bulge seemed very impressive, so she tried to unbutton and unzip his jeans, but could not do it with her left hand. But Ramon realized what she was trying to do and happily opened his jeans. He then got back to mauling her tits with his hands and mouth as she slowly slid the front of his underwear down, and felt his erect dick.

Without any hesitation, Priya told me it was longer and thicker than mine. Mine is a 6 incher with a decent girth. She said he must be around 8 inches with twice the girth. That made me feel a little emasculated, but also excited at the thought of my wife playing with a big thick cock. She played with the impressive cock for a while, running her fingers up and down it, and grabbing it in her fist and pumping it for a bit. Ramon meanwhile decided to strike while the iron was hot and with his right hand started unbuttoning and unzipping her jeans, which he managed to do very easily. He told her to lift her ass, and when she did, slid her jeans and panties down to her knees. After that he started playing with her clit and fingered her pussy. This got Priya really horny, but it also made her realize that she was moving faster than she wanted.

She curtly told him to stop. He did and leaned back in frustration. Priya said this was going a bit too rapidly. So as a compromise, Ramon suggested that they both masturbate while watching each other. She didn't feel comfortable masturbating in front of him yet, although she wanted to do so really badly. At the same time, she was really fascinated by his huge dick. So she suggested that instead, she could give him a blowjob. Ramon, obviously delighted, agreed and Priya bent her head down and took his dick in her mouth.

"Wait a minute." I interrupted. "You voluntarily gave him a blowjob?"

Priya nodded shyly

"But I have to beg you to give me blowjobs." I protested. "Blowjobs from you are like national holidays, just a few a year!"

"Obviously, that will change now, Ajit." she said with a wink.

"It better! Anyway, go on."

Priya took his dick in her mouth and started sucking on it hungrily. As she did it, Ramon played with her magnificent ass, fondling and spanking it. This sudden progress in their games had turned on Ramon a little too much. He didn't last very long and within minutes, started cumming in her mouth.

"Let me guess. Another change. You swallowed, right" I asked and she nodded again.

She said she didn't feel great swallowing his cum, which is why as soon as it was done, she told him that was enough for that day. She put all her clothes back on, he zipped his jeans and he dropped her home.

The next two days were pretty much a replay of that day, except that Ramon got Priya completely naked. On the way to our house, Ramon would pull over in some remote spot and they would go at it. The action stayed limited to fondling and blowjobs. She still didn't feel comfortable letting him finger her. But she had done it to herself multiple times each day after coming home. Ramon, who had been initially happy with the big jumps in what they were doing, started demanding more.

So on the fourth day, that is today, they moved a little bit further. She finally gave in to his constant demands of letting him fingers her, but said she still wasn't ready for his tongue. Ramon agreed and started fingering her. Within a few minutes, he had gotten her so worked up with his skillful fingers that when he asked once more if he could go down on her, her answer changed to yes. Priya said that his tongue is also long, thick and kinda raspy and the way he licked her felt so much better than the way I did. Within thirty seconds of his tongue going to work on her clit, she started orgasming. Her first orgasm in Ramon's presence. He loved how noisy she was when she came and how she uttered a lot of expletives.

"Expletives?" I asked quizzically.

"Yeah, like fuck, cunt, dick, etc." Priya said.

She loved his oral skills so much that she made him go down on her four more times during the next half an hour, each time, cumming harder than she had before. So that was what got her tired enough to nap in the day, I realized. But she sucked his dick only once, refusing to do it the second time he got hard, because her jaw was hurting. So for the umpteenth time, Ramon suggested that she let him fuck her in the cunt. Which she refused again, saying "it wasn't time yet". That pissed him off a lot, and he threw a small tantrum, sulking. Usually she would call for the end of day's play. This time he started getting dressed first and told her that he would drive her home. All through the drive, he was sulking, and Priya stayed silent. After he dropped her off, he sped away without even saying goodbye or kissing her.

"So what do you think?" Priya asked me.

By now, I was so horny and had been hard for so long that instead of responding, I just pounced on her. We had sex right there on the couch, but instead of cumming in her cunt, I took it out, and came in her mouth and watched as she hungrily swallowed. We cuddled for a while and then I got hard again, and took her to the bedroom and fucked her.

After we were both spent and tired, she said

"You still haven't answered my question."

"Huh?" I asked, unable to remember.

"What do you think?" she asked.

"About what?" I asked.

"About what I should do next? Should I let him have what he wants?"

"You mean should you let him fuck you?"

"Yeah."

"It's up to you, honey. I told you, I am okay with anything you do as long as you are truthful to me. And you don't get emotionally involved." I said.

Priya started laughing very hard uncontrollably. I asked her what was the matter, but she laughed for at least two minutes before answering,

"Ajit, the idea of me getting emotionally involved with Ramon is just too funny for me. Seriously, you should meet him and you'll see why. He is very dumb, kind of a baby, and except for a good body, big dick and sexual skills, is as unattractive as can be. Trust me, he is just a piece of meat for me."

"That's good to know." I said.

"Anyway, if I give in to his tantrum straight away, he will start thinking too much of himself. I am going to make him wait for a week or so before I finally let him fuck me."

The idea of him fucking her turned me on again, and we had sex for the third time that night, the most in a single night since the first year of marriage. The next two days were the weekend, and we spent the whole time in bed naked either fucking, sucking or licking each other. This Ramon experiment had really improved our sex life to an unrecognizable extent. Finally when we woke up on Monday and got dressed to leave, both of us remarked how strange it felt to wear clothes after such a long time spent naked.

That day when I came home, Priya had a wry smile on her face which immediately told me something new had happened.

"Okay, your face is brimming with news. Tell me what happened." I asked.

"Well, in short, we fucked." she said, almost jumping on top of me before I even had a chance to sit down.

"What? What happened to the whole making him wait for a week thing?"

"He he, change of plans."

Here's what happened. Ramon spent the first half of the day in college ignoring her or avoiding her. She didn't react and ignored him in return. By the end of the day, after they had been together in many classes, it was a question of who'd blink first. Ramon did. At the end of the last class, he came up to her and apologized for being in a bad mood. He said he and his girlfriend had been having a fight which is why he was very touchy. But he realized his mistake and apologized. The unconditional apology played the first part in melting Priya's resolve to make him wait a week.

The second part was played by Ramon telling her that he has not told his girlfriend about Priya. In fact, the girlfriend has no idea he is cheating on her and is starting to suspect it, because when he comes home every day after playing with Priya, he is too sexed out to do anything with her. He said the girlfriend just did not seem as sexually appealing to him any more, although he still loved her a lot. This fed Priya's ego as well as kinky side. She loved the fact that their games had actually improved sex life between us, the effect she had on Ramon was such that he could not get it up for his girlfriend. And she had not even had sex with him yet. Also, she had been assuming so far that Ramon's girlfriend knew and approved. But her not knowing made Priya feel like the desirable and sinful "other woman". Which made her feel very naughty and turned on.

So that day, when Ramon pulled the car over to the side, and the both of them got naked, he asked her if she would mind 69-ing with him in the back seat. Priya's response was "Nah, let's just fuck instead". Ramon was so excited at her response, that he forgot about moving to the back seat. He just leapt over on top of Priya in the front seat and without any preamble of foreplay, inserted his thick long dick into her cunt. Priya had been anticipating this for a while, so she was wet enough for him to slide in. When I asked how it felt, she said it felt good for a while. The thick cock stretched her cunt like never before and its length meant it reached and touched spots that I had never touched.

But, she said, overall, the sex was not great. She felt very uncomfortable on the car seat, and Ramon had been so excited to actually fuck her at last, that he came very soon. The whole thing lasted barely 3-4 minutes. Ramon was very apologetic and went down on her a couple of times as compensation. However, the experience left her feeling a little disappointed. She was still thrilled that she actually did it - fucked someone other than me. But Priya didn't really get to relish the fuck. Which is why she asked me to fuck her right away. Which I promptly did. After having sex twice, we started talking about the Ramon situation again. I suggested that maybe it was time to move the action from the car to a more comfortable setting. She agreed, but said she did not want it be our house. As much as she loved my open-mindedness and our newfound experimentality, she was still not mentally ready for the idea of fucking a man in the same bed that she made love to her husband in. Or even the same house. I found it silly and tried to reason with her but she refused. They could not do it at his place, because his girlfriend lived close by and could drop by any minute. And Priya also vetoed my suggestion of a hotel saying that would just make her feel like a cheap whore.

For the next few days, Priya and Ramon had sex in the car. He did manage to last much longer, and also displayed better technique, especially fucking her rough and hard, which turned her on. But the discomfort remained. And that is when the "date" happened.
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[Ramesh_Rocky]

SEXUAL INDEPENDENCE OF AN INDIAN HOUSEWIFE
PART5
Priya had made a few friends at college, and she and Ramon were part of a small group. That week, the group made plans to hang out at some clubs dancing Friday night. And they'd all be home by 2 am after the bars closed. Everyone was happy and excited about the plan, but Ramon was even more enthusiastic. After the plans were made, he took Priya aside and said this could be like their first "date". They'd go out with the group, but an hour or so later, he suggested Priya make some excuse about a headache and he could volunteer to drop her home. And instead, they'd go hang out, just the two of them, at some other nightspots he liked. First, she was reluctant about the idea, but then Ramon guilt-tripped her saying he never got to spend any alone time with her except in the car. So she relented.


Friday night, Priya rushed through her dinner and ran into the bedroom to get ready for the date night. When she came out over an hour later, she looked jaw-droppingly stunning. She wasn't showing a lot of skin or anything.... it was after all a Midwestern winter night, so skimpy clothes were out of the question. She was wearing a red college-girl style skirt, which extended an inch below her knee. Below that, she had on knee-length leather boots with heels. On top, she was wearing a white button-down shirt that was very snug-fitting, so it accentuated her big tits and her flat stomach. And it was very white so the black bra she was wearing under it was visible. She had also left the top two buttons of her shirt open, giving a nice hint of cleavage. And her shoulder-length hair, which she usually tied into a bun or a ponytail, was down in waves, which contrasted well with her make-up and bright red lip stick. She looked so ravishingly beautiful, I felt like fucking her right there. But she refused, not wanting her make-up messed up.

Then she got a call on her cellphone from her friend Kristen that she was about to reach our house to pick Priya up. Priya wore a shiny leather coat that went down to her knee, wrapped a scarf around her neck, put on a loose woolen cap, and got ready to leave. There was a honk, and my wife kissed me on the lips, and left the house.

Barely 30 seconds later, my cellphone rang and I answered.

"Ajit, could you come out? Everyone wants to meet you and get introduced." Priya said.

"Um, sure." I said, put on a jacket and other woolen stuff and walked out.

I saw two cars parked on the road outside the house and Priya was sitting in the back of one of them. I walked up to it, and a pretty young blonde behind the drivers side flashed me a big smile and yelled,

"Hiiiii Ayyy-jeet." pronouncing my name like Americans usually do. "Priya has told us soooo much about you." "Priya?" I said, smiling at her and extending my hand which she took.

"Yeah, it is too friggin hard to say Priya. So we just call her Pri. I am Kristen by the way." she said happily. "Thanks for letting us kidnap your wife for tonight."

"No problem." I said smiling at Kristen and then at Priya.

"I'll introduce the others." Priya said. The guy in the front next to Kristen was Max. The girl next to her was Susan. I was surprised at how young they all looked.

"You guys don't look like you're of drinking age." I said.

"Obviously we're not." Max said disappointedly, "Which is why we're just going to alcohol-free dance clubs. Priya is the only one who can legally drink. The rest of us are all 19 or 20. Although Ramon in the other car has a pretty good fake ID."

Two factoids wrestled with each other to shine themselves on my brain. The first, that all these people were just 19 or 20. And then I was surprised that I had not guessed it earlier. Priya was doing a bachelor course after all. So most students were bound to be that young, almost a decade younger than her.

And of course, the second fact, that Ramon was sitting a few feet away from me. I took a couple of steps to the other car, and saw him. He flashed me half a smile and nodded. He did look tall, well-built and handsome, and I could see why Priya or anyone else would feel attracted to him. He had a light brown skin, like Hispanics usually do. Although his body was like a boxer's, his face gave away his age. His face still had the innocence, confusion and bravado of a 19-20 year old. I walked up to him and extending my hand, said,

"Hi, I'm Ajit."

"Hey man." he said in a thick Mexican accent, "Ramon."

He didn't say much else, and did not look chatty or friendly like the others. He was probably nervous about meeting the husband of the woman he was banging. A woman, almost a decade older than him. I nodded at him and walked to the front car.

"So no drinking tonight?" I asked looking at Max and Kristen.

"Nah, we could if Priya here agreed to buy booze for us. But she refuses." Kristen chirped.

"Hey, if I get caught, I'll be deported!" Priya protested.

"Yeah, we know. Just givin you a hard time, Priya." Kristen laughed. "Anyway, we gotta get going to our alcohol-free dance club. Have a nice night, Ajit. We'll get your wife back safe and sound."

"Have a good time, all of you." I said, leaning into the rear window and pecking Priya on the cheek.

I stepped back and they drove away. Ramon nodded at me again as he drove past me. I stood there for a while, surprised at myself for not realizing how young he was. I smiled as I realized that when Priya and I had our first kiss in high college, Ramon was probably 6-7 years old, watching cartoons on TV. When Priya and I slept together for the first time, Ramon was years away from puberty. And this guy was now banging my wife. Seemed funny and a little sad at the same time.

I headed back into the house, and wondered what I should do. I took a bottle of scotch out of the liquor cabinet, turned on the TV and sat there, drinking and watching. I figured out another reason Ramon wanted to break away from their group. The rest of the group, all white, innocent and looking like Disney teen stars, were not going to drink. Ramon had a fake ID and he had a hot woman of legal drinking age. Of course, he'd want to break away and go to actual bars and clubs with her, instead of "alcohol-free dance clubs". -------

There were a couple of decent comedy movies on cable that night that I kept switching back and forth between. And kept sipping on my scotch. An hour or so later, I was pretty buzzed when my phone buzzed. A text message from Priya - "told em headache n left. Ramon n i goin to bar. love you." So they had finally dumped the other group. I texted back a message saying I loved her too. And got back to watching the movies.

As I watched, I also kept thinking about Priya and Ramon. I had always sort of pictured in my mind her being in the car with him. But now that I saw how he looked, the pictures were clearer, and I got turned on. The thoughts of a 19 year old tall burly guy with a baby-face having his way with my petite and pretty wife, ten years older than him, were very arousing. I wondered what he would do tonight. Dance with her, fondle and paw her in public in bars, as other men looked on and envied him for being with such a hot Indian woman. Maybe he'd take her to the bathroom in a bar or club and fuck her there. But that was almost as uncomfortable as doing it in a car.

Two hours passed and it was almost midnight when I got another text message from Priya - "am bein such a notty girl tonite. flrting with all his friends. dancing with em n all. love you." His friends? Where did his friends come from? I thought it was going to be just Ramon and her. But clearly there were others too. That worried me and turned me on at the same time. The idea of Priya, all dolled up, flirting and dancing with a bunch of guys in a bar while getting drunk was very exciting. But I was also concerned. Her with just one guy she knew and trusted was one thing. But a bunch of guys, all drunk, seemed a little scary. However, I just sent her back a text message saying I was glad she was having fun.

Another hour passed and another text message from Priya. This one was full of spelling errors so she was obviously very drunk by now - "ala gusy luv me. bt am nt letng thm do much. gonan go 2 carlos huse wit Ramon." Okay, who the fuck was Carlos? Obviously, one of Ramon's friends, but why was she going to his house. I decided it was time to get some information, so instead of texting back I called her up. But she didn't answer and it went to voicemail. Five minutes later, I called her again, but no answer. Fifteen minutes later, my phone rang, and it was Priya finally returning my call.

"Hiiiiiiiii" she squealed, sounding very drunk.

"Hey honey, what's happening?" I asked.

"I love you soooooo much." she said.

"I love you too." I answered.

"I am in the ladies bathroom." she said. "I could not answer your call because the guys were all around."

"Ok. Who is this Carlos whose house you're going to?"

"He is Ramon's cousin. We're goin to his place for some drinks... the bar is about to close. Can I go?" she asked in a sweet voice.

"Okay, will you be spending the night there?" I asked.

"Nooooo. Just a little time. I'll get a cab home in an hour." she said, "Anyway, gotta go."

And with that she hung up. I sat there wondering if I should intervene or do something, or tell her to come home at once. But I was curious to see what would happen. I poured myself my umpteenth scotch for the night and sipped on it. I thought about whether Ramon and Carlos would both fuck her. Maybe together. Would she really come home, or would she just spend the night? I kept thinking about worrying questions and erotic scenarios and I didn't realize when I fell asleep on the couch.

I woke up with an urgent need to pee. Drinking so much scotch will do that to you. It was still dark outside and I was half asleep and still a little drunk as I stumbled to the bathroom. After I got done peeing, I suddenly remembered what the situation was. I rushed outside and checked the clock. It was a little before 4 a.m. Was Priya home yet, I wondered? I looked in the bedroom and elsewhere but the house was empty except for me. I checked the phone but there were no new text messages from her either.

She had most likely decided to sleep over at Carlos' house. But she could have sent a text message saying so, I thought to myself angrily. I was about to call her, but then I thought of another possibility. Maybe she was still having sex. So I decided to first send her a text message, asking is she was alright.

In a minute came her reply - "at crlos plc. bin a bad grl. will gt taxi hom soon. love you." I was relieved t learn that she was fine, But her mention of being a bad girl got me thinking about what she had exactly done. Only she could tell me that. So I waited for her to come home.

About half an hour later, the lock turned, the door opened and came in stumbled Priya. She closed the door and took her leather jacket off. She looked a far cry from the pristinely done beauty a few hours back. Her hair was a completely disheveled. Her make-up was messed up, with lipstick smears running from her lip to her cheek. Her skirt and shirt were absolutely crumpled, and I noticed that she didn't have a bra on underneath.

She looked at me, smiled and said, "I am so tired." She then took off her shirt, confirming she was topless underneath. And then she slid off her skirt, revealing that there were no panties either. And she stumbled towards the couch where I was sitting, naked except for her black leather knee-high boots, and collapsed on top of me. I put my arms around her and asked,

"Did you have a good time?"

"Hmmm.." she said.

"What all did you do? Or who all did you do?" I asked.

But there was no response. I looked at her and saw that she had fallen asleep. She looked so exhausted that although I was dying to find out what she had been up to, I decided to let her sleep. I slowly rolled her off me onto the couch, got up, and then picked her up in my arms. As I did, I noticed that her pussy seemed sticky and puffed, and there were hickies all over her boobs and neck. I carried her to the bedroom and laid her down on the bed. I then took off her knee-length boots and covered her with a blanket. I got in bed and put my arm around her. Within a few minutes, I was asleep too.
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[Ramesh_Rocky]

SEXUAL INDEPENDENCE OF AN INDIAN HOUSEWIFE
PART6
I woke up next day, Saturday morning to the sound of Priya asking me to get up. I opened my eyes and saw her, dressed in a t-shirt and trackpants, her hair wet and her body smelling of a fresh shower. She was holding a tray with tea and breakfast on it. She looked at me and said,


"Rise and shine. Here's breakfast."

I sat up, and took the cup of tea. Priya sat next to me and started hungrily wolfing down the upma she had made. I picked up my plate of upma and asked her,

"So do you have a hangover?"

"Yeah." she said grimacing, "but not as bad as I expected. Just a headache."

"Good. The upma will help, with all the carbs." I said.

"I know, that's why I made it." she said and resumed eating.

I let her finish eating before asking her the next question.

"So... did you have fun last night?"

Priya smiled at me and said she had. And started filling me in on what had happened.

After they bailed on their college group, Ramon took Priya to a bar. The bar was run by one of his friends, and was a place where a lot of his friends and cousins hang out. Ramon took her to a table in the back of the bar where 4 guys were sitting - Miguel who owned the bar, Pat and Stu, his friends, and Carlos, Ramon's cousin. All four guys looked very surprised to see Priya but quickly started making small talk with her and Ramon as they joined them. Ramon was looking very smug and happy as if he had won the lottery.

Pat explained to Priya the reason for everyone's surprise at seeing her and Ramon's smugness. He had told them about her, but all of them had refused to believe it. They said even the uglier Indian women rarely go out with hispanic guys and do the sort of stuff he said they did. So a married Indian woman ten years older than Ramon? No way could that be true, they said. Either she was fat or ugly, or both, if at all she existed in the first place. But now that they saw how hot she was, they were proven wrong and Ramon was proven right.

Priya felt a little embarrassed that Ramon had told all these guys everything about her. She felt awkward for a while. But they were nice and polite, weren't making any lewd or suggestive comments, so that put her at ease. They all started drinking and talking, and pretty soon Priya was having good time. She flirted with all of them, and danced with them too. A couple of them tried to cop a feel or a fondle when Ramon wasn't looking, and she allowed it within limits. But stopped the guys whenever they tried to go under her clothes. Ramon however, kissed her, fondled her, and even fingered her under the table as the night went on.

Ramon's actions as well all the attention from the other guys while dancing, combined with the alcohol was making Priya very horny. That's when she sent me the text message about being a "notty girl". A few hours later, Miguel said he had to go and tally the bar receipts for the night and Pat and Stu said they needed to get going. It was just Ramon, Carlos and Priya. Carlos started talking about some special wine he had bought and invited them to his place to try it. By now, Priya was so far gone, that she didn't think much about it and agreed. That's when she sent me the text message about going to his place.

At Carlos' house, they drank the wine, which Priya said she did not enjoy much so she didn't have much of. But they did keep giving her rum and tequila. As drunk as she was, she realized that if she got too drunk and passed out, maybe Carlos would do some stuff to her too, which she was not ready for. So she kept track of how much she was drinking and didn't go over the limit.

Ramon was fondling her all the time here too, but since there was no table to conceal it, she did not let him finger her. Carlos didn't say too much, nor did he try to do anything. But Ramon kept trying to convince Priya to show Carlos her tits as a "thank you" for being the host. She refused. A while later, Carlos announced that he was very sleepy, so was going to his bedroom. But Ramon and Priya were welcome to stay as long as they wanted.

A few minutes after Carlos retreated to his bedroom and closed the door, Ramon told Priya to get off the couch. When she did, he removed the cushions and opened the pull-out mattress under them. And then, he literally pounced on Priya. Within seconds, both of them were naked, and in each others arms. He was very rough with her, which turned Priya on a lot. The sex between me and her is usually gentle, and although once in a while we do rough it up, she said Ramon was at a wholly different level. He pulled her hair hard, bit her all over her body.

She was asking him to fuck her right away, but first he made her get on her hands and knees and spanked her ass really hard for a good minute or so. Then he turned her over on her back, put her legs on his shoulders and penetrated her with his big cock in one swift motion. As he fucked her like that, he kept pinching her nipples and roughly grabbing her big boobs. Usually when they had sex in the car, it was possible to do it in only one positions. But this time, Ramon kept changing positions every few minutes. He made her turn on her side and fucked her cunt like that, holding one leg of hers straight up. He then turned over around and fucked her doggy style really hard, slapping her ass one cheek at a time. Next, he grabbed her ankles from the doggy position, lifting them up and holding her legs by his side, fucking her in a wheelbarrow position. That position, where her hands were the only thing touching the bed, was a new one for Priya and she liked it so much that she had an intense and loud orgasm during it.

Ramon however kept going for fifteen more minutes, switching between positions and he finally came deep in her cunt while he was on top of her. Priya said this was the best he had ever fucked her, going on for almost half an hour and trying all sorts of positions. It showed her how the car space had limited his technique on previous occasions. She loved how he was brutally rough to her the whole time, pulling her hair, slapping her face, tits and ass, biting her and even calling her all sorts of dirty names. I asked what sort of dirty names and she said - indian slut, indian whore, indian cunt, and so on. Today, for the first time he kept making a lot of references to her Indianness and asking if she loved his hispanic cock. And the way he was pounding her, she obviously had to say yes, she absolutely loved it.

Once he was done cumming, they were both exhausted, and just lay there in each others arms for a while. And then they started talking, really talking, for the first time since their fling started. Ramon got them some more drinks and they talked. Priya said she was really enjoying all this, but she hoped that he understood that this was just a no-strings-attached purely physical thing. Ramon said it was the same to him too, and he loved his girlfriend a lot. So Priya should not worry about any emotional complications.

Then they talked about each others sexual pasts. Ramon found it very difficult to believe that before him, I was the only man she had slept with. He said that considering how beautiful she was, what a hot body she had, and what a tigress she was in bed, he had expected her to have had at least a dozen sexual partners so far. He then told her he had slept with about ten women so far, but she was the first Indian he ever slept with, and she was also the oldest woman he had ever been with. He told her that she was not the first woman with whom he had cheated on her girlfriend. he found it difficult to limit himself to just one woman, and Priya said she understood how he felt.
They finished their drinks and were cuddling on the bed silently for a while when Ramon asked her if she had ever thought of having a threesome. By now, he was also fingering her and she was getting horny again. Plus she was still drunk. So she said that yes, she had often fantasized about it (which was news to me!) but didn't know if she could actually go through with one. He said that any of his friends she met tonight would be delighted to join in if she ever wanted. She said she'll think about it, but for now she was happy with just doing it with him. He then asked her if she liked anal sex and she told him correctly that she and I had tried it a few times over the years, but she had never enjoyed it. All this talk was getting Priya horny and she felt Ramon getting hard again too. She got up to go to the bathroom, and said that once she came back, they should have sex. He was obviously ready.

In the bathroom, she peed and then as she was about to leave, caught a sight of herself in the mirror. The disheveled hair thanks to Ramon pulling it and all the hickies and bitemarks. As she stood there examining the marks, she heard a door open. She had not noticed that the bathroom had two doors, one from the living room and another from Carlos' bedroom. And it was Carlos standing there, staring at her naked body. She stared at him and thought of running out, but for some reason just stood there.

She then asked him if he hadn't fallen asleep. He smiled and said that she had been moaning and howling so loudly as Ramon fucked her that he could not. She smiled and apologized for it, and he said no problem, he enjoyed it. He said he was also enjoying looking at her perfect naked body and that Ramon was a very lucky guy to have it for himself. Then he asked her if she and Ramon were exclusive, or if she would consider being with other guys too. Priya said that so far it was just Ramon, but she had not really thought much about other guys one way or another. Carlos said if she ever did decide, she should give him a call. She just smiled and walked out of the bedroom.

Carlos was now the third man in the world to see her completely naked and that turned Priya on even more, if that was possible. She ran to Ramon, and he started fucking her again. Once again, it was very rough and in every position possible. In fact when I texted her in worry asking if she was alright, she was being fucked in the wheelbarrow position again and had replied to me while he kept fucking. This time he tried a couple of other positions too, fucking her from behind standing up, as he bent in her waist, and he held both her hands. He also fucked her holding her up against the wall, which she said she really liked. And again, there was a lot of dirty namecalling and references to her being Indian.

At one point when he turned her around to fuck her doggy style again, they both faced the bedroom door and saw that Carlos was standing there, watching them. She felt even hotter as she stared into his eyes, her boobs swinging back and forth rapidly as Ramon fucked her doggy style. When Carlos saw that she did not seem to mind him watching, he took out his erect cock from his shorts and started jacking off. She saw his cock which she said was also pretty big....maybe big cocks ran in their family. Priya realized that she was in the danger of losing self-control and fucking Carlos too, something she didn't want to do yet. (Yet?? I asked and she smiled). So she told Ramon to cum soon because she needed to get home. Ramon who had been holding back his cum with great effort, immediately let loose and filled her cunt for a second time that night.

Ramon then said that she should help finish off poor Carlos too, but she shook her head. He said maybe take it in her mouth and she refused. Then he said she should at least let him cum on her tits, because if it weren't for him and his apartment, they would not have gotten together that night. She reluctantly agreed and as soon as she did, Carlos rushed forward, whacked his dick really fast and sprayed her tits with his cum.

Priya then said she really needed to get going, so Carlos went to make a call to the cab company. As she started getting dressed, Ramon grabbed her bra and panties and said he was keeping them as souvenirs. She had no choice but to let him. And that's why she came home without any underwear.

After Priya finished narrating her story, I was obviously ready to bang her then and there. She was turned on too. So we started having sex right away, and as I fucked her, I noticed that her cunt had gotten slightly loose. I wondered if my being in her gave her pleasure any more, but she was moaning and groaning quite well, so I abandoned the thought.

After we finished having sex, as she was getting dressed, I asked her if she was now ready to fuck Ramon in our house and she said she still wasn't. But she would not mind doing it at Carlos' place again. Then I asked her about the threesome and Carlos. She said she was still not sure about the threesome, but she had been thinking of sleeping with someone other than Ramon and Carlos seemed like a good candidate. She also said though that now that she had tried a hispanic guy, she was curious about others - like white guys, black guys, Arabs etc. I was thrilled at how much my wife's sexual thinking had evolved in a matter of weeks.
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[Ramesh_Rocky]

SEXUAL INDEPENDENCE OF AN INDIAN HOUSEWIFE
PART7
I started asking her more questions, but she put a finger on my lips and said this weekend was all about me and her. And we should talk about other guys some other time. With that, she went to the kitchen to start lunch and I sat there wondering if whatever was happening was really as good as I thought it was.

After our sex-filled weekend, Monday rolled along. Carlos had given Ramon a key to his place. So for a couple of days after classes, Ramon and Priya would head to his place, and have sex for a couple of hours before he dropped her home. Carlos was never home, because his job kept him away till late. So it was just her and Ramon. They fucked pretty much everywhere in the apartment. On the couch, on the bed, in the kitchen, on the floor, and once even in the shower, standing up. Priya described all the sessions to me in great detail, which always turned me on enough to fuck her right away. Even after her fuck sessions with Ramon during the day, Priya had plenty of energy and appetite left for me. In fact we were having much more sex now than before, so I was happy.

Middle of the week however, a small problem arose. Ramon's girlfriend was getting really suspicious. They had a big fight Wednesday night. So for the next few days, he could not get away alone after classes. He had to head home immediately to meet his girlfriend, spend time with her and work on their issues. He still dropped Priya home after classes, and they did make out a little in the car. But they could not do much. Coincidentally, this was a week I was very busy at work too. So I'd get home close to midnight and was always too tired to have sex. By the time the week ended and Saturday arrived, Priya had gone through almost three days of no sex at all, which was a big change from getting fucked by me and Ramon both on a daily basis. Even worse, on Saturday morning I got a call from my boss asking me to come to the office and help him out for an important report. So even before Priya woke up, I had to leave.

I ploughed through work on Saturday, wanting to get done as soon as possible so I could go home and fuck my wife. But the work was too much and too important. By evening I had to call and tell Priya that I will be late returning home once more. She sounded disappointed, but said she understood. And I got back to work. An hour later, Priya called me up,

"Hi Ajit. How're you doing sweetie?" she asked.

"Still buried in work." I said sadly.

"Awww. Anyway, here's the thing. Kristen called and asked if I wanted to go hang out with her. Some shopping at the mall, dinner and stuff. Since you'll be late, I was thinking of going." she said. I remembered Kristen, the pretty blonde I had met last Friday night when they all went out. She seemed like a nice cheerful girl and I thought that spending time with her would lift Priya's mood.

"Sure, sounds great. Don't be too late though. I'll be home by midnight, and tonight, no matter how tired I am, I just need to do it with you." I said.

"He he, sounds great. I am really starved too. I'll be home by midnight for sure. Kristen is 19, so it's not like we can go to bars or anything." she said.

"Alright, have fun." I said and hung up.

For a couple of hours after that I kept getting updates from Priya via text messages. Going to the mall. Bought new shoes. Going for Thai food. I was too busy to respond, so probably sensing that from the fact that I sent no replies, she stopped messaging me.

Finally at about 11 pm, the work ended and I was ready to go. My boss was very grateful to me for coming in and thanked me repeatedly. Then he insisted that I come with him to a bar for a couple of drinks, his treat. I was reluctant and first, because I couldn't wait to get home and fuck my wife. But he was very insistent. So I texted Priya asking if she was home yet. Her response was a single word - No. So I thought I might as well spend half an hour or so with my boss Mark.

Mark took me to what he said was his favorite bar. It was actually more like a club. One section of it was like a pub, quieter with seating and TVs tuned in to ESPN. And then a level below it was a dance pit of sorts with its own bar and bartender, where the atmosphere was more like a club, with loud music, dim lights and so on. Mark and I sat at the bar, ordered a couple of beers and sat there talking of this and that.

About ten minutes passed and we noticed a lot of guys getting up from their tables and going to the railing on the side which overlooked the dance pit. Mark wondered out aloud why all these men were standing there looking into the pit. The bartender overheard him and said, apparently there's a hammered chick getting felt up really nicely by a couple of guys, and everyone's hoping to get a look at her boobs if she flashes them. Obviously, Mark and I immediately got up and headed to the railing too. We had to push and jostle a bit to get to a spot where we had a good view of it.

"Where's the action at?" Mark said aloud to no one in particular.

"There. The back corner. See that chick in the short skirt wiggling her ass?" someone answered. I craned my neck to see, but I still couldn't get a good view of the portion of the dance pit he mentioned.

"Oh yeah, I see her. Damn. Look at her move. What is she though?" Mark said.

"What is she? A hot horny drunk chick, that's what she is." the same guy answered.

"No I mean...ethnically... the dude with his hands all over her is Mexican. But she doesn't quite look Mexican. She looks kinda....Indian. His kinda Indian." Mark said pointing at me. "Hey Ajit, come over and see if this woman is one of your people, will ya?"

I pushed through a few men and came next to where Mark was standing. I then followed his gaze. And I almost exclaimed out in shock. Not only was the woman Indian, she was my wife! Dancing with her was a hispanic looking guy that was not Ramon. And he had his hands on the back of her skirt, very visibly grabbing and fondling her ass. She had her hands on his shoulder and was shaking her ass to the music. A few feet away from her, I saw Kristen dancing with a black guy, but they weren't being as amorous as Priya and her partner.

"Well, is she Indian?" Mark asked, poking me in the ribs.

"Yeah, yeah she is." I said, thankful that Mark had not yet met my wife or I'd have to answer some really embarrassing questions.

"Holy shit! He is lifting her skirt! Woohoo! Butcheeks!" some guy around her said, and everyone whooped and cheered. Sure enough, the guy had lifted the back of her skirt and held it above her waist. Priya was wearing a thong underneath so almost all of her ass was on display. She seemed to have noticed it and stretched her hand back to pull her skirt down. But either she was too drunk, or was doing it half-heartedly or both. After a few futile attempts to pull her skirt back down, Priya gave up and kept dancing, letting half the bar see her ass.

A few of the guys around her let out a wolf whistle and cheered. Priya turned around and smiled at them. Maybe she felt a little embarrassed, so she turned around, taking her ass out of public view, and starting grinding it against the crotch of her dancing partner. But the way she smiled and moved, I was sure she was really drunk. The guy moved his hands to the front and started massaging her boobs through the tank-top that she was wearing.

"Damn, I hope she flashes her boobs next." said Mark, a sentiment that seemed pretty universal. Because some guys on the dance floor near her started chanting in unison - show her tits! show her tits! show her tits! Priya smiled and shook her head, as she rested it on her partner's shoulder. He bent his head and started kissing her, very passionately. She put a hand behind his head and started kissing him back hungrily too. And I found myself getting really turned on. So far she had described everything she did in great detail. But now, seeing for myself, the way she was lip-locked with a stranger, felt very erotic. I was worried I might start getting a hard on in public.

"Look at how she is eating his face!" someone around me said. "That women needs a good fucking tonight, and Chico there is gonna give it to her."

After a long time they broke their kiss and the guys around started applauding and cheering. Her partner then whispered something in Priya's ear, and she closed her eyes and slowly nodded. The guy flashed a big smile at people around him and then his hands went down to the hem of her top. He slowly started pulling the top up as the guys started cheering.

"Booby time!!!" someone around me exclaimed.

He rolled her top up slowly, almost teasingly, and her flat stomach and belly button came into view. The cheering and clapping around them got really loud as the top rolled up even further. And just as it was right below her boobs, a big guy, almost 7-foot-tall and big-built, stepped between the cheering guys and Priya, and pulled her top down. Everyone let out groans of disappointment as the big guy, apparently a bouncer in the club, started talking very animatedly to Priya's guy. There was a lot of gesturing and hand-waving. Kristen and her black guy stopped dancing and joined the trio. Soon, the black guy, Priya's guy and Kristen were arguing with the bouncer, while Priya, looking very dazed and drunk, just stood there leaning against her guy's chest.

I didn't understand what was happening until some guys around me started discussing it and I got it. Apparently most clubs have these unwritten rules about flashing. Flashing till underwear is fine, which is what the guy did when he showed Priya's thong-clad ass to everyone. But actual nudity was forbidden. So showing her boobs would have crossed the line. Add to it the fact that Priya seemed totally hammered. When a woman was that drunk, even if she flashed people voluntarily, clubs were worried that the next day they might come back and sue them for letting it happen. So the bouncer had stepped in and put a stop to it.

In a few minutes, the argument between the bouncer and Priya's friends ended and he walked away, shaking his head and looking upset, The four of them then walked away from the dance pit and to the side, where we could not see them.

"Well, show's over." Mark said. "We should get going, Ajit. Your wife must be waiting for you."

"Yeah, just a second, I need to go to the bathroom." I said and walked away.

"Okay, I'll pay for our drinks and meet you by the exit." Mark said.

I walked away, across the bar, and making sure that Mark wasn't looking, went to the stairs. I walked down to the lower level where the dance pit was, hoping to catch a glimpse of Priya. I scanned the bar stools and the dance floor, but I didn't see her anywhere. walking behind people to make sure I wasn't seen, I walked around the dance floor, but didn't see her or any of her friends. Walking a little further, I saw that there was a small passage at the opposite side where I saw Kristen standing talking to the black guy. Immediately, I took a few steps back and hid behind a wall section to make sure she didn't see me. I stood there, and searched for Priya but she was nowhere to be seen.

A few minutes passed and I alternated between scanning the place for Priya and looking at Kristen and the black guy. That's when a door opened behind them and the hispanic guy stepped out of what I guessed was a bathroom. Kristen said something to him very animatedly and he seemed to be laughing. The black guy then started walking into the bathroom, but Kristen held his arm as if to stop him. He shook her grip off easily, walked in and closed the door. After that Kristen seemed to be yelling at the hispanic guy, who was smiling and saying something back. He tried to put a hand on her shoulder but she slapped it away. Then she stormed off towards the bar stools, and the guy followed her saying something. I wished I could hear what they were talking about. And I wished I knew where Priya was.

That's when I felt my phone buzzing in my pocket. I answered it, and it was Mark asking where I was. Reluctantly, I told him I'd be there in a second, and walked out of the dance pit, careful to stay hidden from Kristen's view. I climbed the stairs and went to the exit, where Mark was waiting for me and we both got into our cars to go home.

As soon as I got into the car, I took out my phone and dialed Priya's number. It kept ringing for a while and I thought it would go to voicemail when it was answered.

"Hello honey." I said.

"Ajit, it's me Kristen. Priya went to the bathroom and left her phone with me." said Kristen's sweet voice a little too rapidly as if she had rehearsed the line before answering the phone.

"Oh, hi Kristen. I just called to see how she was doing and when she'd be home." I said.

"I'll get her home soon." Kristen said and went silent.

"Ok... where are you all at?" I asked. There was a pause for a few seconds before Kristen answered,

"We're at this club downtown. We just felt like dancing a bit."

"Is it just the two of you?" I asked, hoping for some clue about the identity of the men. Another pause and then she said,

"Yeah, just the two of us. Two gals having some gal-time you know." and then she laughed playfully.

"Ok. Just get her home soon. Bye." I said and hung up.

I drove home, trying to figure out what exactly had happened. How had an innocent shopping trip with Kristen turned into a wild night at a bar where Priya got felt up and exposed in public. And who were those two guys? I hoped Priya would get home soon and enlighten me.

Half an hour later when I was home, I heard a car pull up outside the house. I went to the window and saw it was Kristen in her car with Priya next to her. She got out, wearing her thick coat over her clothes, and walked towards the door. The walkway was covered in snow, and after just a couple of steps, my visibly drunk wife tripped and fell. I immediately rushed to the door and walked out to help her in when I saw Kristen had gotten out of the car, helped her up and was escorting her to the door. Kristen looked very embarrassed as I went and helped her bring Priya into the house.

"I love you so much." Priya said and started kissing me as Kristen and I were bringing her in. Two distinct smells wafted from her mouth. One was alcohol, which she had had a lot of. The other was obviously semen, which suggested she had given someone a blowjob very recently.

Kristen and I got her inside the house and laid her down on the couch.

"She is very drunk." I said to Kristen questioningly.

"Yeah, she had a lot to drink at the club." Kristen answered, looking very uncomfortable.

"Were you driving drunk?" I asked, a little upset. "For god's sake, Kristen, you're already underage, and drunk driving is illegal at any age! And dangerous!"

"No, no. I didn't drink at all." Kristen said defensively. "They let me into the club with the understanding that I would not be served any alcohol."

As I looked at her and thought back to what I had seen, I realized that she was telling the truth. At no point had she seemed even the slightest bit drunk.

"Oh ok. Sorry about that then. Anyway, what happened tonight?" I asked.

"Ajit, sorry, but I really gotta get going." Kristen said and almost ran out of the door.

After she drove away, I closed the door and turned around to see a surprising sight. Priya had taken her coat off, pulled her skirt up around her waist, and was lying there with her eyes half open and her legs fully open. She didn't have her panties on and her moist pussy was inviting me.

"Fuck me." she said, looking at me. And right away, I took my pants off and jumped on top of her. As my erect cock slid into her, I realized her cunt was already very sticky, so she had clearly been fucked by someone recently who came inside her. The sticky cunt, along with the semen smell from her mouth indicated that a lot of had happened that night that I didn't know about. The realization that my wife had now gotten fucked by someone else apart from Ramon got me really turned on and I started pounding her harder. Within a few minutes, I shot my seed inside her and rolled off her. I then sat on the floor next to her face and asked her,

"Priya, you've been a slut again tonight, haven't you?"

She nodded, her eyes now fully closed.

"Wanna tell me about it?" I asked.

"Later." she replied, then turned over on her side to face the backrest of the couch. I started to lift her up to carry her to the bedroom but she said, "No no no....just leave me here. If you pick me up I might puke."

So I left her there, and walked to the bedroom to sleep there alone. I lay on the bed, trying to imagine what exactly had happened. I thought of all possible scenarios for a while, but shortly, my tiredness took over and I fell asleep.
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Journey of a Cuckold continue after last part

Rohini was thrilled with the news of our acceptance to her proposal. I conveyed the news after our safari trip while Mayuri and Shrini 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 Mayuri 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, Mayuri had consulted her physician for advice on starting a family and also made arrangements for the Udaipur trip before traveling to India. Mayuri showed the signs of her acceptance quite openly after her first night with Shrini during the trip. Most folks at the Safari mistook her to Shrini's wife. The two days I stayed away from Mayuri were brutal; my mind was flooded with negative thoughts. Fortunately, the thoughts were of losing Mayuri to Shrini and not about agreeing to the mistress proposal.

I went to chat with Rohini the evening before Mayuri 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, I started.

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

"About what?"

"About losing Mayuri," I responded

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

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

"Of course," she responded.

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

"What if she falls in love with Shrini?"

"No way!"

"Mayuri is wiser than that."

"Besides, she is getting the best that Shrini 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.

"Yes," she started, "a black partner at Mayuri's firm has taken interest in her." I recollected Mayuri's talk about black partner with Shrini 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 Mayuri is willing."

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

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

"Shrini 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 Mayuri was planning. We discussed a little more about this new affair that Mayuri 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.

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

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

"Trust her instincts."

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

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

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

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

"What are your plans for her when she gets back?" she asked steering the conversation away from the sensitive issue.

"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 Shrini as his mistress. Although, Shrini 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 Shrini loved just having sex with her or he had an ulterior motive. It was clear that Mayuri and Rohini enjoyed the psychological aspects far more than the actual act itself. Shrini always liked to be the first one to mount her and Mayuri always honored his wish. It wasn't clear if he cared whether Mayuri 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 Shrini 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.

"Mayuri is in her prime and Shrini 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 Shrini 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 Mayuri, 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."

"What would you do if she arrived ahead of Shrini?" she asked.

"You mean tonight?" I asked.

"Yes."

"Well, I would keep her busy all night," I quipped.

"I trust you on that," she said.

"She may not have any traces of their love making on her," she said.

"Unlikely, given that they would have to drive several hours to reach here."

"Although, I hope you wished they had some time to make love," she said. Somehow, it still excited me to see in her well-fucked state. I couldn't see much of her during the safari as we usually were either in hurry or made love in the dark.

"It is tempting," I managed to write.

"Would you really like that?" she asked.

"Sure, it would have made it even more exciting."

"Well, then Mayuri has read your mind," she said.

"What?" I asked surprised by Rohini's statement.

"While you are chatting with me, she is letting Shrini mount her for one last time on the trip."

"Where?"

"In your room," she responded. The hotel folks knew Mayuri was my wife and must have let her in, I thought.

"They have been at it for more than an hour, now."

"They checked in as soon as you left the hotel."

"You have two options, you can head back after another hour or so or wait for my signal," she said. My heart was racing now hearing about their latest rendezvous.

"Considering Shrini wouldn't get to see her for another two weeks, he would have at least two sessions with her, which means another hour or so."

"Alas, he can't wait any longer because his flight is in a little over two hours from now."

"Are you serious?"

"Absolutely," she said.

"So would you like a fresh creampie?" she asked. Rohini delving into the gory details annoyed me a little and I hoped she wouldn't over do it.

"Mayuri would make sure you get one but if you want an ultra fresh one then you need to reach at the right moment."

"How many times they must have done so far during this trip?" I asked changing the topic. Rohini and I had a fascination for numbers and the more Shrini mated with Mayuri the more it excited us. We subconsciously always felt that Mayuri shouldn't waste her youth. Rohini sheepishly once confessed that she felt that Mayuri should only conceive from Shrini, the reigning alpha male.

"8 (safari) + 6 (Udaipur) = 14 + extra (this evening)," she wrote. That was impressive given that they had only five nights; out of which they spent only 3 nights by themselves. Not to mention the hectic schedule of horseback riding and sightseeing that could easily sap anyone's energy. Given the circumstances and surroundings these sessions must have been briefer than any of their previous encounters but they certainly must have been intense as Shrini and Mayuri had a purpose now. Rohini and I agreed the number would be 16 for the entire trip. Except for the afternoon sessions on the safari, she took the load inside her always.

We talked a little of our plans after we return back to the US. Rohini and Shrini were contemplating if they should move to the Bay Area given we both officially accepted to have Mayuri as his mistress. Shrini wasn't keen on moving since he thought he could spend quality time with her without encroaching on our lifestyle. Rohini confessed that Mayuri had decided that Friday was reserved for Shrini. We had recently upgraded to a three bedroom apartment and this augured well with our new lifestyle. It was clear Rohini might be around a few days a week so the three bedrooms would certainly be a necessity. I was doing particularly well in my new job and didn't mind spending a little extra every month. Rohini briefly touched upon the follow-up part of promise and assured that as early as next month, I might get to taste Dolly. We chatted a little longer and then Rohini told me that it was time to head back as Shrini just stepped out of the room. She promised me that he had ejaculated not more than five minutes before he headed out.

The Internet cafe was around ten minutes away from the hotel and I dashed backed to the hotel in less than five minutes. At the front desk I enquired if my wife had arrived with her cousin and they said that she did and that her cousin just left for the airport. I slowly ascended the stairs to my room; it was on the second floor, the far corner of the building. I wondered if Mayuri controlled her moans as the walls weren't quite sound proof in the room. Even after catching up my breath, my heart was pacing frantically as I knocked on the door. I heard Mayuri ask,

"Who is it?"

"It's me. Sameer," I responded. And in a few moments, Mayuri opened the door and let me in. I met her after two days and was relieved to see her safe and sound. I hugged her. She let me in and latched the door and turned to face me. In the fluorescent light, I could see her face for once after she had been thoroughly fucked. Her face was still flushed red and it was clear that she was in bed with him not more than ten minutes ago. She was wearing a black colored night gown and looked sultry in her sexy lingerie that was skimpy by Indian standards.

"Honey," she said as she embraced me, "Looks like you missed your wife." Her red lips were gently parted and waited for mine. I lowered my lips on her and she kissed me back seductively. Our kisses became intense and very soon she groped my crotch. We liberally exchanged saliva and I sensed that she had stale breath but didn't smell much of semen. Although, it was unlikely that she didn't fellate him for couple of minutes after he ejaculated inside her.

"Looks like you have been waiting for your turn," she said seductively breaking the kiss. Mayuri pushed me down on the bed and pulled down my trousers. In a moment she pulled out my very hard pecker. I wondered if after spending two days with Shrini, she noticed the stark difference between our penises and to my utter surprise she actually admitted that.

"Shrini is way bigger than you," she exhaled as she kneeled down to take my penis in her mouth. It was a rare moment. She almost never initiated intercourse and especially in the manner she did today; trying to perform fellatio right at the outset. Perhaps this is how she approached sex with Shrini. It felt heavenly. She played with my testicles and tickled below my balls with her tongue. I agonized as she only teased me and never moved to my puckered hole. I was in no hurry to ejaculate, however. After about five minutes into the act, she said, "Oh, I forgot, he left something for you."

She turned around and straddled my face in our favorite 69 position. The pungent smell of her urine hit my nose first and then the musky smell of semen. It seemed Mayuri didn't wash herself for a while and decided to present her pussy soaked in three or four of his ejaculations. I slid her gusset aside and examined her lips. As expected they were well fucked and quite distended. The semen was leaking from her lips and some of it was smeared to inside of her gusset. I didn't need encouragement from her this time and darted my tongue out to taste the sticky remnants of Shrini on her panties. Mayuri quickly realized what I was doing and responded, "Hmm..."

"You are the best!" she moaned as my tongue circled her open vulva.

"Beyond any doubt," she seethed as my tongue slide inside the folds to make way for the semen to trickle down into my mouth.

"No wonder so many bulls are eagerly waiting to mount your wife," she mumbled. Mayuri was indeed responding violently even after having a prolonged session with Shrini.

"Lick it," she urged, "every drop of it."

"Pay homage to what would make a home in your wife's womb," she exhaled. She had stopped sucking me and was completely engrossed in experiencing my slimy tongue slithering in and out of her well fucked, distended pussy. Her hands occasionally massaged my pecker and testicles. As my tongue stroked her pussy, sucking in every drop of semen, she encouraged me with her vulgar monologue. Mayuri immensely enjoyed the feeling and shuddered a few times, communicating that she was on the verge of her orgasm. It was very delicate and not as intense as I was expecting, the way things warmed up. Mayuri had been toying with my testicles, cupping them up and squeezing them a little harshly.

"These are no good," she exclaimed holding both my penis and testicles. I couldn't respond to her talking as my face was practically covered with her pussy and legs. She slid forward a little and placed her anus right over my lips and at the same time moved her finger to my anus saying, "Perhaps this might be of some help."

"Sameer, you could beat Shrini with your prowess if you were doing my back hole," she joked, perhaps contemplating anal intercourse with me.

"On the other hand, you could return the privilege by letting me do you," she added seductively. I was puzzled with this sudden twist and my heart skipped a beat as I wondered if Rohini ever shared our dirty secret with her. She wet one of her finger and probed my anal opening gently. I subconsciously responded to her by fervently tonguing her anus.

"I know this feels good," she said sensing my reaction, "someday we should practice a little seriously." She played a little and then let go of my penis and flopped next to me. She was breathing heavily; her breasts rising up and down rhythmically. I was not quite satisfied yet and quickly moved to honey pot and dipped my tongue again in her. I did something nasty and once again licked the inside of her panties. She loved the feeling of possessing a subservient husband, who was ever willing to please her. I noticed a smug look on her face as I moved to lay next to her.

"Who are the other bulls," I asked initiating the thread of our conversation that I couldn't pursue earlier. She grabbed my hard pecker and said, "You are getting excited at the prospect of having more people mount your wife. Isn't it?" She didn't wait for answer and said, "There are several, who at the drop of a hat would mount your wife and impregnate her."

"What are you talking about?" I asked surprised by her track of conversation.

"Nothing, just remembering the folks who made a pass on me," she casually responded.

"What? Who?" I asked.

"Your friends," she responded.

"Shrini, Pratik," she quickly added.

"What Pratik too?"

"He is no saint," she quipped.

"Who else?" I encouraged her to complete the list.

"Well practically everyone I ever met but some have been persistent."

"I told you about the black partner, right?" she quickly added.

"Not really."

"He is interested and if I do offer him some privileges then the path to partner role would be quickly paved."

"Why would you want something like that?"

"If you have not realized, I intend to have a bigger family."

"You always thought children were too much of a chore," I complained.

"Yes they are," she replied looking deeply into my eyes; her lips curling in a naughty smile.

"Making them though is not a chore," she said and kissed me forcefully. The sexual heat emanating from her was driving me crazy. I was yet to get a chance to dip my penis in her vagina on this trip; the only other chance I got was conditional to my acceptance of Rohini's proposal. While Mayuri had been vocal earlier; she never behaved in a randy fashion. Tonight she exuded a sexual aura that I had never sensed earlier. It reminded me of the lionesses in heat that would titillate the male lions to mate with her. I had always wondered if the lioness would care if the male lion happened to be the pride owner or another young male lion or perhaps a nomadic lion that happened to be around. Mayuri was entering into the mood again with the thought of conceiving from Shrini (or other bulls?). She stroked my penis while kissing me forcefully. In a matter of minutes, I couldn't handle it any further and proceeded to mount her. She broke the kiss momentarily, and wording her disapproval, "No," continued to kiss me. Her stroking motion continued and not able to control myself, I humped rhythmically with her stroke.

As we settled into a good rhythm, she said, "Fuck my other hole while my lover pounds my pussy and implants a baby." Her hand guided mine to her wet pussy and urged me to finger her. It was a weird scene. Here I was pumping with my pecker firmly logged in her left palm while my left hand was busy fingering her.

"Tell me," she exhaled, "wouldn't you want Shrini to father all your children?" Mayuri was in an elated state and was intensely enjoying verbal humiliation. I myself was amused by the situation but her taunts were pleasurable, given the way she handled me. It never seemed she was berating me; instead it was to titillate me. Mayuri, however, was cunning and many a times would either imply or confess that she desired this.

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"Wouldn't you?" she asked me again; certainly not expecting any answer from me.

"Or would you rather give each of your friends a chance," she seethed as she probed my anal opening with her right hand. My fingers were furiously see-sawing through her sloppy vagina. For a moment, the thought actually flashed through my mind. She could have only implied Vinil, Pratik, and Shrini. Mayuri was far more attractive than any of the other women in our circle and hence I was sure none would refuse such a splendid opportunity.

"Or would you rather hand the privilege to black partner from my firm?" she asked teasingly. I kissed her in response.

"Who would you prefer?" I asked breaking the kiss.

"Does it matter?" she replied after a brief pause.

"As long as I am in heat and it is not you - the lawful owner - who is mounting," she added giggling.

"Seriously," I urged her.

"Shrini is obviously a choice," she answered thinking a little.

"Don't stop," she urged me to continue the humping motion as I had slowed down my tempo.

"Vinil doesn't even qualify," she said dismissively.

"The black partner from my office might be a good candidate but then he could make your wife his private slut," she reasoned, "and I can't conceive from him and yet keep this a secret."

"Pratik is not very appealing," she said and then contradicted herself, "but neither was Shrini."

"I have heard horrible things about Pratik," she added.

"What?" I asked.

"Just that he is unhygienic and that he almost never engaged in oral sex and rarely ever kisses Sneha."

Pratik was certainly not particular about hygiene and was well known for taking baths every couple of days. The other aspects intrigued me as he never expressed his aversion to oral sex and kissing. I learned that he never engaged in French kissed Sneha as the idea was too gross for him.

"So she was complaining," I said.

"Yes but only about those two things."

"She actually was very happy with her sex life because he makes up for it. She claimed she never missed an orgasm because of lack of foreplay."

"He is very well endowed it seems," chided Mayuri.

"Sounds good isn't it?" she teased me.

"May be Sneha has a problem with her breath," I interrupted.

"She has awesome breath and is a great kisser too!" Mayuri retorted quickly.

"How do you know?" I asked. Mayuri hesitated, only a little, and then said, "I have kissed her."

"What?" I asked stunned.

"She wanted to feel how it is to be kissed and I offered."

"Really?" I asked, "When was this?"

"Let us not change topic," she cut me, "you would have preferred if I had locked lips with Pratik."

"Tell you what," she said, "Why don't we recruit his services as well?" Her stroking motion increased as I had stopped humping her hearing all the strange news.

"I can assure you that bastard wouldn't rest until he has knocked me a few times," she said with a little anger. It seems he had tried to exploit her a few times after we had gotten married but Mayuri never took it seriously. I was a little upset hearing this to which she said, "It has happened to me several times."

"You should be proud that your wife elicits sexual interest of other men."

"Instead of getting mad, you should figure out ways to let them have her," she joked.

"Yes sure. This time when they visit why don't you spend your nights with him while I spend my nights with Sneha," I quickly retorted.

"Honey," she said, "Unlike you he has the capacity to satisfy both his wife and your wife!"

"There is no way he is going to tolerate you sleeping with his wife," she said.

"Albeit, Sneha might not mind in enlisting your services to prime her for Pratik," she added sexily, grinding my testicles. I was stunned with her coarse remark. Although, I loved the smell and taste of Mayuri and was ever willing to please in every which way, it didn't quite mean that I would do the same for Sneha. The notion that I ranked below Pratik from her perspective struck me as he wasn't particularly good looking. Over the years, he had put on too much of weight and had a distinct pot belly and even his face showed his age with a double chin. To compound, his irascible and callous behavior along with his unhygienic characteristics never made him popular among women.

"No one can appreciate the importance of your soothing tongue more," she continued.

"Can you believe," she said, "she can count the number of times Pratik performed oral sex on her."

"Sneha is a fairly large woman," she said, "if she can't accommodate him with ease, then even I can't"

It dawned on me what appealed her about Pratik. Mayuri certainly wasn't interested in anyone who wouldn't fall in Shrini's league ever since she tasted sex with him. She was certainly curious about what Pratik had to offer; I just hoped she wouldn't go out of the way to find out.

"Who knows, she may even repay by performing oral sex on you."

"And keep away Pratik, if you don't want him to have his share."

"I have heard dreadful things about him from Sneha but she did hint that he is well endowed."

"Although, Rohini claimed he would be no match to Shrini."

"How would she know?" I asked.

"Precisely," responded Mayuri.

"Did you enjoy your time away with Shrini," I asked changing the topic.

"Very much," she said and leaned into me for a hot kiss.

"Although, I wished you were there to prime and soothe me," she said breaking the kiss.

"Are you in love with him," I asked hesitantly. She laughed and acted surprised with my question.

"Honey," she said, "you are very innocent."

"The only person who deserves my love and adoration is you!" she said emphatically.

"Do you feel Shrini and Rohini have kind of played with us," I asked.

"Yes," she responded after a little thought.

"There is no way you would agree to have him impregnate me."

"Were you aware of this?" I asked.

"To some extent and I played along only after realizing that you actually enjoyed the thought of sharing your wife with him."

"Was the pregnancy thing his idea or your idea?" I asked.

"It was our idea," she said, "I mean it was yours and mine."

"Mine," I responded stunned.

"You relish the very thought of it," she added emphatically.

"To me as a woman, it was only natural that the one that pleases me more in the bed deserved a chance." I kissed her and tried to roll on top of her; trying my luck the second time.

"Can you read something," she asked sexily.

"What?" I asked puzzled with her question and I looked if there was something scribed on her body.

"Property of Shrini!" she exclaimed.

I massaged her breasts and kneaded her nipples. I wasn't sure if my mind was playing tricks with me but her breasts looked a little swollen. I nibbled on her nipples and gently squeezed them while she gently stroked my hard penis. As I moved to get on top of her, she said, "I think you better not."

"Why?" I asked.

"Only the alpha male mounts a mare in heat," she added. As I mumbled my complaints, she cut me saying, "You made the conscious choice of having your wife impregnated by your well-endowed friend."

"Now don't complain."

"Let his seed soak in and fulfill your dreams," she added.

"If you could let me catch my breath a little," she said, "I can help you ejaculate," pushing me down towards her pussy.

I spent the next few minutes eating her when she decided to relieve me. She sucked me and deep-throated me very easily and gave me such an intense blow-job that I couldn't last more than five minutes. She made sure that I didn't ejaculate in her as that privilege was reserved for Shrini. We slept in each other's arms after we both were done for the night. It was around 10:00pm and I had forgotten to ask her about dinner but she wasn't interested.

We slept blissfully for most of the night but somehow, I wasn't quite done for the night. I woke up to take a leak a little after midnight and after returning back from the bathroom noticed her laying down almost naked with her night gown riding way over her butt. She was sleeping on her stomach and one of her legs was raised over a pillow and the crack between her cheeks was wide open. She was in perfect position to be taken by Shrini. I had to play with her and decided to start from her butt, without waking her up. I gently kissed her butt and homed in on her anus. She had a strong pungent smell that indicated that she hadn't showered this morning in preparation for the night with me. I didn't hesitate from tonguing her butt. After a few minutes of licking her anus, Mayuri moaned and woke up from her sleep. She blabbered, "Sameer what are you doing?"

"Why don't you get some sleep."?

"You know there is not much you are going to get." I ignored her and went on to eat her ass out for another twenty minutes while Mayuri fingered herself to another orgasm. I wondered if she would let me take her anally given that vaginal sex was ruled out for the next month. I moved up and lay next to her straddling her butt and rubbing my penis in the crack between her butt. Mayuri moaned, "I wish, I could let you take me right now!"

"You can?" I whispered.

"There is another hole," I whispered gently nibbling her earlobe. I wasn't too worried about my breath as the licking had taken care of all the foul producing germs. She squirmed in response and pushed back her butt against my pelvis.

"I am tempted," she seethed, "but need to reserve it for one of my bulls."

"Shrini?" I said driving my penis into the crack and now it was rubbing against her pussy lips.

"He is not too keen," she whispered back.

"Then who," I asked concerned.

"Well, whoever after Shrini retires," she said casually.

"You may get a chance if you are lucky," she added turning her face towards me. I was a little disappointed at missing out on a nice opportunity. Mayuri was interested but somehow was holding out on it. Ever since this episode became official I wanted to be with Mayuri and spend quality time with her. Somehow, Rohini's mind play was working on me as I tried to prove on every occasion that I indeed was a good lover. Mayuri sensed this and asked me, "Is something wrong honey?"

"You seem to be anxious about something."

"Don't know," I responded.

"There sure is something," she said.

"I hope you are not too jealous," she said in concerned tone.

"No, it's not that," I responded.

"Good. Shrini is just a fuck-mate."

"He might get to implant his seed in me but you would be the father of my children," she said sexily, her hand gripping my penis now. I moved in to kiss her and she kissed me forcibly pushing her tongue deep into my mouth. Her breath definitely wasn't fresh but I was in too hot a state to worry about that. I instinctively humped and she tightened her grip but just enough to let my penis slide in through her palm. She encouraged me to continue the humping motion and very soon I was see-sawing through her palm in search for my climax to relieve my anxiety. I moved my left hand to her pussy and fingered her pussy but very lightly and gently kneading her clit. We kissed each other very sensuously as both of us enjoyed the pleasant and different experience.

"How many times did you do it?" I asked in between our kisses.

"16," she said instantaneously. It seemed as if both Rohini and she were also keeping a count of her sessions.

"How was it?" I asked.

"Fantastic," was her reply.

"Is there any way I can watch both of you?" I asked. She stopped for a moment and said, "You have already seen us in action once." My heart skipped a beat when I heard this. It reminded me of last year's Valentine day, which Rohini and I had secretly watched. However, I mustered courage and said, "It was too dark," implying that she was referring to the second night of safari.

"Do you want to see how well he treats your wife?" she asked sexily and kissed me.

"Let me assure you," she said, "He makes best use of the privilege you have given him."

"I know," I said.

"How badly you want it?" she asked.

"Come on, don't stop it," she said as I slowed down my tempo.

"Pretty badly," I groaned.

"What can you do for it?" she asked.

"Whatever," I said wondering if she could humiliate me anymore.

"Would you undress your wife for him?" she asked seductively. I had underestimated her. It seemed that this was just the beginning.

"Hmm..." I nodded my approval driving my penis much farther in her palm.

"Would you prime your wife for his entry?" she asked biting my lower lip. I was getting excited with the talk and increased my tempo.

"Would you guide him into your wife honey?" she asked sexily.

"Tell me, would you?" I only increased the tempo in response and my finger frigged her very roughly.

"He has a huge tool," she exhaled, "Would you lubricate it for me?"

"With your tongue," she managed to say after a brief pause, her voice wavering towards the end. I devoured her mouth as I heard this and now was frantically fucking her hand. As I hit the crescendo, she said, "Would you rim him honey as I blow him?" I shot a huge load into her palm. She withdrew her hand from underneath me and licked clean my semen from her hand to my utter surprise. It was the first time, I saw her lick my semen. She still had never swallowed my semen, though. I understood her motivation when she pulled me for a kiss pushing her tongue deep into my mouth forcing my own semen into my mouth. As our excitement settled down, she said, "You may not have the pleasure of watching us anytime soon as Shrini is shy about these things." We settled the topic for the night and went to bed. As we nuzzled into each other I quickly said, "You have become such a slut!"

"I take that as a compliment," she jokingly responded and added, "But remember I am your wife and Shrini's slut!"

The next day when we had sobered up and were about to leave to the airport, she hugged and thanked me for being an understanding husband. She confessed her love for me. As a gift for my generosity she proceeded to give me a blow-job and this time she assured that I could come in her mouth - only for that one time, though. For the next ten minutes she gave me one of the best blow jobs. It was impressive that she deep-throated me several times and her suction was so effective that I couldn't hold on for more than ten minutes. She didn't even use her hands and yet I ended up ejaculating so quickly. She gulped much of it but did pass me on some when she kissed me. She again warned me that I wouldn't get such a privilege for a long time as it was primarily reserved for her bulls.

Over the next week or so the same theme followed in our bedroom where Mayuri always teased about having to help her and Shrini during their session and each time she tested the boundaries by throwing the same questions at critical moments of our love making, in the process extending our boundaries. The wordings and manner in which she posed them varied but they pointed to the very same acts. She was confident that none of that would ever transpire as Shrini could not have tolerated my presence and certainly wouldn't like engaging with me in any of the acts that Mayuri was alluding to. Mayuri was in constant state of arousal for the next week and she was always looking for opportunities to indulge in a little foreplay.

We returned to the US after another week's stay in India. Shrini and Rohini returned a few days after we arrived in the US but due to our hectic work schedule we didn't get to spend any time with them. Mayuri and Shrini were extremely busy with their work and didn't have any chance to socialize for another week. Although, Mayuri got a little time on hand later during the weekend but Shrini was sucked into an escalation that didn't allow him any time at all. Mayuri was sexually frustrated by not having an opportunity to mate with Shrini for more than 15 days. She had tasted blood after a long layover of nine months and certainly didn't enjoy the brief gap.

It turned out that Shrini got an opportunity to be with Mayuri the second weekend after we landed in the US. Rohini had to meet some friends over that weekend so she decided to stay at her place all by herself while Shrini decided to stay at our place for the weekend as his work required him to be present in the San Francisco area for any escalation over the weekend. I anticipated this session to be an extremely hot one since Mayuri had been longing this for more than a week but wasn't sure if it would indeed be as intense and long as Shrini was overworked ever since he got back from vacation. I wanted to watch them mate but knew there was no way to spy on them. Unlike our previous apartment the master bedroom was upstairs - we were living in a town house - and the windows were facing exterior of the building and there was absolutely no way to peek inside the bedrooms. The bed was much farther from the door and hence there was very little hope of overhearing them, unless they made loud noises or yelled. I did some research on the Internet and found a very nice way of using cell phone as an eavesdropping device. It was a risky strategy but I wasn't too concerned about getting caught by Mayuri as she very well knew my desire to eavesdrop on them.

On that Friday, I reached home a little earlier and after a little foreplay with Mayuri got down to my work. The equipment was ready and needed to be located at the right place so that I could hear them in the act. The bedside table was the right place but it could be conspicuous if they made love with the lights on. I didn't believe they would - if at all the bedside lamp would be on. Shrini arrived a little after 10:00 and soon sat down for dinner. Mayuri as his obedient mistress set the dinner table and served food for him that she had already prepared. Shrini never gulped his food down unlike Mayuri and I, who were very quick with dinners. He liked to usually have his food watching TV without getting disturbed. Mayuri came into our guest bedroom after a little chitchat with him.

"He is here, honey," she whispered closing the door behind her.

"He is here to mount your wife," she said giggling and gave an open mouthed kiss. She pulled me down as she sat on the bed saying, "Come, and quickly prepare me for him." She was wearing another of her favorite night gowns that I had given her as a gift on one of our anniversaries. All I had to do was slid my hand up, push aside the gusset and drive my tongue into the folds of her vagina. She didn't need any lubrication as her vagina was extremely wet and soppy. Nevertheless, I obediently licked her up for the next fifteen minutes until she thought she was ready for Shrini's onslaught. As she stepped out into the living room downstairs, I hurriedly setup the phone near the bedside and hoped that Mayuri and Shrini don't notice it.

Mayuri took a few minutes to clean up the table and tidy up the kitchen before she joined him on the sofa. While at the sofa, they didn't talk much but just watched the program on TV. They didn't stay there for long and soon moved to our master bedroom.

"You look gloomy," Mayuri broke the silence. I could hear pretty well through the cell phone, although they weren't exactly near the phone. Shrini didn't respond.

"Don't worry," she added cheering him up, "this sexy lady is here to help you relax."

"What's up?"

"Still having problems with your boss?" she said. The sound of the creaking bed let me know that they moved to the bed.

"I am not sure, I will get the promotion," he said in despair.

"Why do you give up?"

"It is not just about work."

"I know."

"Rohini, isn't willing?"

"Don't think so," he responded dryly.

"Not sure if that would tilt the scales."

"Well, your other wife will surely tilt the scales," she said sexily.

"I can't let that happen," Shrini responded.

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"You are too possessive," she responded. There was some silence and then I heard sounds of lips smacking. It seemed like an elaborate kiss as the silence and slurping sound lasted a lot longer than I had anticipated.

"Wow, you are too hot," said Mayuri breaking the kiss.

"Looks like Rohini is not taking good care of your needs," she added.

"While she is a good wife, she never could live up to my expectations in the bedroom."

"And you are pretty sure, she wouldn't live up to the expectations of your boss?" she asked.

"She is not determined and she is definitely not the type."

"Rohini is almost 37 and certainly doesn't have the libido to satisfy his needs."

"He needs a young woman and preferably white woman."

"Indians have a fetish for white skin," said Mayuri.

"And older men, all over the world, are ever willing to mount a woman half their age!"

"It's true," responded Shrini.

"The story, however, is much complex."

"Powerful men," he exhaled, "need precious belongings of others."

"They only choose worthy baits."

"Married women, who are young, demure, and yet willing to experiment in the bedroom."

"Hmm..." said Mayuri, perhaps as she took his penis in her mouth.

"What do you want today?"

"Want to hump my face?"

"Or should I just rim you?"

"Do you agree," he asked her.

"You seem to describe yourself," giggled Mayuri.

"Instead of spending your nights with your middle aged wife, you prefer to mount your friend's young wife."

"What's worse," she added, "You impregnate her and expect your friend to raise your child."

"There is a difference, though."

"When you would be her age, your passion for sex would not wane, perhaps subside a little."

"Even then most would prefer a woman of age 25 over a woman of age 37."

"Perhaps true about older men," responded Shrini.

"Let me hump you," he said nonchalantly, "Rimming may not be a good idea."

"Are you ready for it all the way?" he asked.

"Yes, I almost skipped dinner."

"Go slow, however," she urged him.

I heard some rustling of bed sheets as they arranged themselves in right position for her face fuck. It seemed like a very important ordeal for Shrini and perhaps these were the perks that tethered him to her even after his excitement for conquest subsided. I wished to witness this piece of action as it very clearly depicted how she placed her bull on higher pedestal over her husband. It surprised me how close they had gotten as the conversation seemed very similar to the conversation between amorous couples who have shed all inhibitions. Mayuri was willing to bed his boss to advance his career and it seemed they had contemplated for a few days, if not weeks. What surprised me was that she didn't mind Rohini's unwillingness to help Shrini and instead volunteered to even take her place in that regard. It seemed Rohini had never met any of his colleagues, otherwise such a move could never be considered. In essence, I was surprised with my naivety and wowed to keep a close eye on the action between Mayuri and Shrini. For the next five or ten minutes, I only heard some moaning sounds and the sounds of slurping saliva. Towards the end the bed creaked a lot more than one would expect during a face fuck. However, having witnessed the action once and my wife's willingness, I knew that this was normal.

"Hmmm..." I heard sound of Mayuri after a while, "you certainly must have enjoyed that. I could have let you deposit your stuff in my throat but it needs to the right place for now."

"Where is the lubrication," he asked.

"Don't worry about that," she responded.

"The thoughts of your boss mounting me have already provided enough lubrication," she chuckled.

"You are taking it lightly," he said, "It might be very well him pushing his penis inside you." Mayuri grunted as he pushed his penis inside her.

"And rightly so," she answered between her moans.

"After all he is your boss and you are getting something in return."

"You indeed are fairly lubricated," he commented.

"Well, both of my husband's keep me fairly busy these days. I am always on the edge," she responded sexily.

"Are you serious about romancing my boss?" he asked shafting her.

"Yes," she immediately responded.

"I do have an interesting idea, though," she grunted.

"What?" I heard Shrini ask.

"Let's meet him and once he is salivating, drop in the news that I am willing but it has to wait since we are in the middle of starting a family."

"That would make him even more aggressive," he said.

"Precisely, you can broker the best deal for allowing to mate with your wife during her fertile period."

"Obviously, I would already be pregnant before we attempt this."

"Would Sameer agree for this?" he asked.

"Sameer doesn't have to know. Besides he always relishes the thought of having someone else mate with me."

"How long are you willing to entertain him?" he asked.

"Till my water tube breaks."

"Are you serious?"

"The question is are you ready?"

"Are you willing to let him mount your mistress?"

"More importantly are you willing to accept the promotion and relocate to India?"

I was surprised to learn about this new development. I didn't know that Shrini and Rohini were relocating to India. I wondered if that had helped Mayuri in making her mind on starting a family right away.

"I don't have a choice," he exhaled.

"Either way, I have to move back to India."

"It would help to move into a better position; that way I could support our children financially," he said.

"So, I am willing to make that happen."

"You don't know much about him," said Shrini.

"Does it matter?" she quipped.

"Good that you are not my wife," he retorted, "You are such a slut."

"Huh..." grunted Mayuri, perhaps in response to his sudden plunge into her.

"The feeling is mutual," she responded quickly.

"You are great fuck but would make a terrible husband."

"Don't waste time and fuck me and show that you deserve to father my children," she added. For the next ten minutes, Shrini plowed her pussy and as expected Mayuri was fairly noisy. I always had the urge to see her mate with Shrini secretly and hear every word of their conversation, especially when Mayuri was unaware of my eavesdropping. Today was a very good opportunity and I was glad that I did take initiative and checked the arrangements before. It strangely excited me to learn how uninhibited and willing she was with him. I was waiting to hear the description of his boss; while the thoughts of Mayuri servicing him flashed through my mind. It reminded me of her plans for the black partner from her office; all the two aspects when put together put a doubt in my mind. What if Mayuri only played with that to find out my reaction to her helping Shrini get a promotion? Shrini humped her for a while before releasing his semen inside her.

"Did that relax you?" she asked. Shrini didn't reply; perhaps he was still catching his breath.

"Tell me about him," she asked.

"No don't," she quipped, "Let it soak in."

"He is 46. Married for twenty years and has two daughters. Eldest one just turned 18 and youngest is 15."

"What about his wife?"

"She stays at home and is about his age."

"How does he look?"

"Not very good looking."

"Slightly tall but overweight, bald and dark."

"His wife is pretty, though," he added.

"What's at stake?" she asked calmly.

"If I cooperate then a fairly senior position in the India center. Otherwise, just a management position."

"How open are you with him?"

"Very open."

"He openly demanded it," he said.

"He said he wanted to bed your wife."

"No."

"All he needed was a little excitement in life."

"But no prostitutes. Only homely housewives who had normal lives and the kind who would rarely indulge in such things."

"Where did he expect to find such women?" asked Mayuri.

"In a sense, he implied it had to be my wife!"

"For how long?" she asked.

"Couple of months, perhaps."

"Did you show him my photograph?" she asked.

"No, I wasn't sure."

It surprised me that Mayuri and Shrini had earlier discussed about this issue and Mayuri had tacitly agreed to help him. At this point, I was quite certain that the black partner from her firm was none but Shrini's boss and they were just testing me. However, Shrini wasn't aware of the fact that I might be awake and hence wasn't certain if Shrini himself was aware of this. I heard slurping sound on the phone and realized that Mayuri was finishing up her mistress duty for the night. I believed, she would spend the night with him but was surprised when I heard her get up and say, "Sleep tight. I need to go fulfill my wifely duties." We continued where she left out and had another night of hot sex, one of the very firsts of that nature under our roof - one after another in a row. Though, Shrini was always the first.

to be continued... orignal writer upto here only

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I couldn't understand if that was a smile or smirk. However, I could sense that she was deriving great pleasure in feeding my insecurities. I pushed the thoughts out of my mind as my tongue ravished her vagina lapping up their mixed juices until she could no longer withstand and urged me to mount her. I was reluctant to do so as I knew that I was far too excited and would perhaps cum within a few strokes.

As luck would have it she almost pulled me on top of her and forced me to enter her. And within a few strokes I ejaculated in her. It wasn't worth the trouble going through the pain of putting on the condom just for a few strokes. I again felt ashamed of myself. Manisha, however, wasn't quite disappointed with my performance. She just joked, "Looks like talks about my session with Kishanchanji got you too excited!"

"I will make up for it tonight," I pleaded.

Nothing much was said that afternoon as I soon moved to study room to attend to my office work. Manisha meanwhile prepared to visit her doctor to get a good fit for her diaphragm – she didn't want to waste any time in letting Kishanchanji take her bareback, I guessed. Or was it that she wanted to play it safe?

Once I had drained my balls, the reality struck me that I was no match to Kishanchanji in the bedroom. It at least seemed so the way Manisha talked about it. With sanity restored, I wasn't quite sure about exploring the topic of Manisha's preferences in the bedroom. There was still this small voice somewhere lurking in my mind that told me that may be it is only my perception and the reality could be that she preferred me over Kishanchanji and it was only the novelty factor that made her enjoy her escapades with Kishanchanji. Anyway, I preferred to shelve this topic till I got a better idea.

Nothing significant happened over the next couple of days although Manisha was happier than ever. I suspected Kishanchanji kept in touch with her on the phone. I checked her mobile a couple of times to see if there were any calls from him. However, I couldn't find any numbers but it could be quite possible that Manisha might have cleared her call history.

Things took a swift turn again as Kishanchanji unexpectedly turned up Thursday morning to view another India-Australia match. Even Manisha didn't expect him as she still was in the bed while I was wide-awake waiting for that crucial match. I was surprised to find Kishanchanji at the door when I went to open the door after hearing the doorbell. He had an early morning shower, which his wet hair revealed. Apparently, he returned around midnight and was eager to watch this crucial match.

We both moved to our den next to our dining room. Our dining room is the other side of our main living room. Kitchen separates these two sections and immediately after the dining section there is this family room. The family room is a few steps below the entire flooring. There isn't any separation between the dining section and family room, which is convenient except for that the dining section is a bit elevated. The railing at the end of the dining section that logically separated the dining and family rooms was covered with a one of the bed sheets that was left to dry by Manisha.

Our family room has our main TV and our living room has small TV but we never watch TV there. The surprising element of our house was that the entrance to kitchen was from the living room and not from dining section. We had an opening on the dining section side that allowed us to pass dishes and food items and also an opening on the right side wall, which was bang opposite to the staircase and our main door.

The preferred seat in our family room is the sofa just below the dinning section railing right opposite to our king size TV. Both of us sunk in that sofa to watch the TV. The match was about to start. Both of us were pretty excited to be together again enjoying the favorite sport. Somehow, the hatred for him got replaced with respect perhaps due to the pleasure he gave my wife in our bedroom.

After about half-an-hour Manisha joined us in the family room. Surprisingly she had freshened up before joining us for the match. She was one of the last to brush her teeth even though she is usually the first to get up. I wondered if Kishanchanji called her up on the phone to let her know that he is back.

Somehow I sensed that both of them were up for something. Otherwise, why would Kishanchanji wake up so early in the morning instead of having a good night sleep immediately after returning last midnight? More importantly, why would he take a nice shower so early in the morning? His attention was mostly focused on Manisha who was sitting on our left side next to our window fiddling with her cell phone. That was another surprising thing about our house that our family room didn't have an exit to the lawn back side of our house.

Very soon, Manisha got up and moved to kitchen to make tea for all of us. Kishanchanji followed her saying that he would make it for us today. This wasn't anything unusual of him but I knew that something hanky panky might happen in the kitchen. They could be out of sight and yet keep an eye on me easily from kitchen. A brilliant idea struck me and I took my cell phone and made a call to my wife's phone, which was lying on the sofa. I quickly moved after Kishanchanji to grab a glass of water but quickly dumped my cell phone with speakerphone in the mess around the kitchen wall. With her phone I moved back to my original place.

With the loud TV volume they would be quite sure that I couldn't hear them but with her phone now I could hear what was going on in the kitchen. No sooner did I sunk into my sofa I heard Manisha exclaim,

"How come you are here?"

"You were supposed to come only on Sunday!"

"Oh Manisha I just couldn't wait any longer to meet you!"

"Stop It!" Manisha said gritting her teeth

"DON'T"

"Vinit is right there"

"Oh come on! He can't see," Kishanchanji said. And there was some silence and then I heard their lips smacking. They were right next to the phone it seemed. The kiss was fairly long and after about a minute I heard Manisha pull out for a breather and say, "You made my day!"

With the bed sheet left to dry on the railings and my low seat, I couldn't even see the kitchen window facing the dining section. In any case they would be careful not to do any hanky panky stuff in front of the window. Should they do, however, with a slight adjustment to our show case door I could at least faintly see their reflection.

"Now come on you got to make my day," said Kishanchanji.

"What is this?"

"A Gift!"

"A Gift? For me?" she quipped excitedly.

"Oh Lover," exclaimed Manisha and said "that is so cute of you." And then I heard their lips smacking again. Those words would ring forever in my ears. This was the first time she addressed that lecher as her lover. Again the kiss lasted for almost a minute. I didn't dare to turn around to see them as that might have made them suspicious.

"Don't open it"

"Let me see"

"Just wear it and show it to me."

"Now"

"Yes Now!"

"Wear that and come here to relieve me!"

I couldn't imagine the guts this man had. He wanted to be relieved in my house just behind my back by my wife.

"Are you crazy?"

"We can't do anything here in Vinit's presence," she added.

"I don't care!"

"I have come all the way so early to meet you with a special gift."

"Wouldn't you reciprocate by at least relieving me?" he pleaded

"Oh Kishanchanji!" she whispered, "You are so impatient."

"The whole of afternoon and evening is ours."

"Until then have patience!"

I interrupted their amorous foreplay by asking for tea. To which Kishanchanji quickly asked her to put on the gift that he brought for her. Kishanchanji got two cups of tea for both of us.

Manisha took sometime to descend the stairs again. I needed to make some adjustments to show case door to witness the happenings in the kitchen. I was sure they would go in for another round of petting and this time around Kishanchanji might take some unwarranted liberties. I was not sure if Manisha would have the courage to go through with it in my presence. It didn't take long for me to find out, though.

Kishanchanji received a phone call as all this was going through my mind and he excused himself saying that he would return in about 10 minutes. Meanwhile, Manisha descended the stairs as soon as Kishanchanji locked the door behind him.

"Where has Kishanchanji gone?" she asked me. I noticed that she prepared herself well for her morning session with Kishanchanji. She had taken shower and was in her favorite bathrobe now. Kishanchanji might have gifted some kind of lingerie. She came to me and sat astride me on the sofa. I could smell her fresh breath and fragrance of her new shampoo.

She leaned in and gave me a very hot kiss. It was the hottest kiss I ever received from her; or was it my mind making me feel that way. Anyway, the kiss was a leisurely one and did last for a long while. Breaking her kiss she whispered to me in her rather sultry voice, "Kishanchanji wants to take a few liberties with your wife in the kitchen."

"What?" I asked.

"He has bought a very nice gift for me and is expecting something in return."

"Really?" I blurted out feigning ignorance of the events that had transpired a few minutes back.

"Yes, the gifts are lovely and I feel obliged to return the favor."

"Gifts?"

"Yes, there is more than one."

"I hope you don't mind me accepting them."

"Don't you think it is going too far?"

"Yes. But you wanted me to go that far. Isn't it?"

"We already have gone too far by allowing him to have sex with me. Isn't it?"

"Honey but I don't want you to get emotionally involved with him."

"How could I have sex without having any kind of attachment with a person?"

"Honey that would jeopardize our relationship," I pleaded.

"Not really. In fact, bringing him in our life has actually reinforced our love for each other."

"We are spending more quality time with each other and also having a lot more sex than we used to," she justified.

It was true that we had drawn a lot more closer in the last 3 months every since she agreed to experiment with extramarital sex. We had a lot more sessions in the bedroom and truly loved each other's company. In particular, I was drawn more to my wife, perhaps, by the fear of losing her to somebody else.

"But honey?" I again interjected her out of sheer frustration not being able to reason with her.

"Kishanchanji is lonely and he needs company not just in bed but in his life."

"And hence he is just trying to develop that friendship with me."

"What is the harm in that?" she argued.

"Honey you are half his age; he better try befriending someone of his age," I reasoned.

"If I am able to satisfy him in the bed, I don't see why I can't do so in his life," she said confidently.

"What if our love suffers as a consequence of that?" I asked earnestly looking into her eyes. My harried state revealed my frustration and my insecurities. She very sternly looked into my eyes and said, "I would never stop loving you!"

"No relationship is more important to me than ours."

"Do you understand that?" she said looking into my eyes.

"Now, I am living your fantasy for you. You might as well give me some freedom to play the way I want to."

"Am I asking too much?" she asked almost threatening to back out of the deal if I didn't play along.

"No," was my reluctant response.

"Then I hope you don't mind him taking a few liberties with your wife, right?" she asked me playfully.

"What kind of liberties?"

"I don't know. Why don't you ask him?" she shot back.

"Does it matter?" she asked in a saner tone after a brief pause.

I didn't have an immediate answer to her question but I wasn't sure what that lecher had in mind. If it was only having sex in the kitchen then it wouldn't be so bad but what if he wanted some unwarranted favors. Now, I couldn't think of what he might have in mind but knew that he was too smart to just ask for sex this morning. He had been getting that, anyway. Gathering some courage I put forward my concerns to my lovely wife who was so eager to offer those liberties to her newfound lover, "What if he asks for some kind of a special privilege?"

"What privilege?" she asked intrigued with my question.

"I don't know."

"Something that we wouldn't to grant him," I said shrugging my shoulders.

"I don't think there is anything to lose. He has already slept with me more than a few times and our secret is with him now. If he wanted anything then he can even blackmail us," she said playing down my doubts.

"He is hell bent on impregnating you. What if he asks for that?" I blurted out my deepest concern.

"Oh stop it! Don't be so insecure," she almost screamed.

"If he wanted to impregnate me, he could have done so by banging me or even by blackmailing us," she added.

"I brought this up with you since I was not sure what he would have in mind and what kind of liberties he might ask," she said calmly.

"Now promise me that you would accept my decision on this. Let me take a call on whether it would jeopardize our relationship or not."

"You are unnecessarily concerned about innocuous things. So, please be patient and leave it to me."

"Just trust me," she said looking deeply into my eyes. I nodded agreeing with her decision.

"So, I ask you one last time," she said, "You have no objections to Kishanchanji taking liberties with me." I again reluctantly nodded.

"Honey, I am really in a hot mood. I wish Kishanchanji could have gone for couple of hours so that we could have had some hot, raunchy sex," she said leaning into me for another kiss. She did seem very hot and would have ravished me if we had more time. But Kishanchanji was supposed to return any minute and we didn't enough time to even go in for a quickie. Or did she want to keep herself clean for him?

I had started to think negatively ever since the episode with Kishanchanji had started. Forgetting, that she had expressed desire to make love with me just now. How could I even doubt her ever after hearing this?

Kishanchanji was back as we heard the bell ring. She quickly got up and said, "Fetch him, while I freshen up a bit for him."

"Btw, please leave for office as soon as the match is over and give me some privacy," she added with a lovely smile as she headed towards the washroom.

Hearing that my negative thoughts started again! She wanted to be fresh for him. But she just had a shower – did she want wash off remnants of our kiss? She never bothered to do that before she came to kiss me, especially after having kissed Kishanchanji?

I let Kishanchanji in and he soon joined me on the sofa. The match was getting very interesting but his mind was more on where Manisha was and he asked, "Where is Manisha?"

Before I could reply we both heard Manisha say, "I am preparing breakfast what would you folks like?"

"Oh why am I asking? I have soaked Dal for Idli and Chatni," she answered her question in no time.

"But this is going to take some time," she said to herself.

"Kishanchanji you wouldn't mind helping me. Now, would you?" she asked him in her sexy voice.

"No not at all," saying that he moved to the kitchen. The phone was still on and I could hear the conversation. In between, I had kept the show case door a bit ajar so that I could see their reflection while they were facing the window. No sooner did he reach the kitchen he asked her, "Show me?"

"What?"

"My gift you are wearing."

"You are so confident that I would wear it."

"I was hoping you would," Kishanchanji said. For once the arrogance in his voice was missing.

"I believe there were conditions attached with wearing them," she said playfully and turned towards the mixer that she had place right opposite the window. Seems that Kishanchanji had forwarded a small note along with the gift stipulating the conditions under which she should be accepting the gift, confirming my worst doubts.

"Yes, there were and I was sure that you wouldn't mind them," saying that Kishanchanji had moved towards her holding her lovingly from behind as she was working on preparing Chatni for the Idli's. Both of them were carrying on their romance right in front of the window completely ignoring my presence. I couldn't very clearly see them in the mirror but they were nevertheless visible.

"How could you be so sure?" she said looking sideways to him. "Apart from such an outrageous condition you had three more conditions that weren't mentioned," she added.

"What is outrageous about it?" he said rationalizing his demand gently playing with her glowing arms.

"We are anyway sort of leading that lifestyle. This is just formalizing it," he said nuzzling into her neck, perhaps giving small pecks.

"Still I am already married. How could I take on another husband?"

"Oh stop it! Keep some distance. Vinit might catch us," she said; her voice full of pretence.

"What did you have in mind anyway?" she asked shooing him away.

"Are you accepting my proposal then?"

"Let me see if you are wearing the dress or not," saying that Kishanchanji tried to sneak his arm into her dress.

"Behave yourself!" she said pushing his hand away and gave him a stern look. It sounded more of mock to me than real.

"I can't accept your proposal unless you let me know the other three conditions."

"You got to trust me," he said again encircling her from behind and trying to cajole her to accept him as her husband. "The rest three conditions are nothing but logical consequences of your acceptance of me as your husband," he said playfully.

"And what may that be," she immediately shot back but then held her words for a brief pause before she added, "bearing your children?"

Hearing this he burst out into laughter, which was loud enough for me to turn back and ask them to share the joke with me. However, they ignored me with a casual remark that it was nothing and got back to their romance. I was glad that Manisha was concerned about it and brought it up at the right moment with him.

"You got me wrong!" he said

"I have never cheated when it comes to impregnating women. They voluntarily opt for my much superior genes!" he said proudly.

"What if I accept the proposal?" asked Manisha in calm and composed manner.

"Then we finish the ritual of putting the ring on your finger."

"And pronounce ourselves as husband wife right here!" he said ecstatically.

"And what about the other three conditions?" Manisha asked in her innocent voice wondering when he would let the cat out of the bag.

"I would pronounce those three conditions and you would accept them by saying "I do" and then we share a kiss to punctuate the proceedings," he said in a merry tone as if they would live happily ever after.

"Is it all hunky-dory as it sounds?" she asked still doubting his intentions.

"You better believe it!" he said very confidently.

"I think you are up with some pranks," she said not trusting Kishanchanji.

"Well, the conditions are out-of-the-ordinary; I have to admit!" he let the cat out of the bag. "But," he added, "Your acceptance of them would prove that you accepted me as your husband, whole-heartedly."

I could see that Manisha was concerned now as she separated from him and paused to think it over.

"I can assure you that the conditions wouldn't jeopardize your marriage," he said as Manisha pondered over the possibilities of his proposition.

"They are just meant to test your dutifulness towards me," he added.

"You are free to call it off if any of the conditions is unacceptable to you."

"But do remember that would be an end to our relationship," he further added. Although, the sentence sounded like an ultimatum but the tone wasn't intimidating at all.

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"Can't we do it in the afternoon?" she said perhaps wanting to buy some time and the reasoned, "I am not even dressed for it."

"That's the point!" he said emphatically and added, "We consummate our wedding right here after that. You don't need a dress."

"You are insane!" she said pondering over the possibility of getting caught, I guessed. She did have my blessing to have sex with him in the kitchen but she still balked at the idea of doing it in the kitchen with me just sitting a few feet away. I could guess that she preferred more freedom.

"By the time Idli and Chatni are ready, we would be done. Then why worry?" he said calmly.

"Vinit is busy with his match and his work," he said looking in my direction. I was pretending to be busy with my office work; composing mails on my laptop.

"Anyway, we would have enough time to cover our tracks before Vinit reaches the kitchen," he said further rationalizing his decision.

"You got the ring?" she asked.

Some of the excitement in her voice was missing as she dreaded the three conditions that could either end her relationship with him or perhaps take it the next level.

"Yes," he said ignoring the coldness in her voice.

"Two of them?"

"No. Just one for you."

"What about you?"

"I don't need to. It is the women who wear to show that they are already taken."

"You snob!" she cursed him. So, Kishanchanji just wanted Manisha to wear his tag. I don't know why Manisha couldn't see through his ploy. She was still in the game while I could sense the impending storm that could shatter our relationship. I had the urge to get up and interrupt the proceedings but somehow couldn't muster the courage to do so. I had to trust Manisha and let her make the decision. Anyway, that is what I wanted her to do right from the beginning – take things as per her wish rather than being directed by either one of us – Kishanchanji or me.

"Okay let's get through with it quickly!" she said. I could almost hear her heartbeats that were racing at a blistering pace and the eagerness in her voice that just wanted to go ahead the Nike way – "Just do it!"

"That means you are accepting the proposal?"

"YES" she let out in her breathlessness.

"You are already wearing the gift?" Kishanchanji asked the obvious.

"YES. Now come on don't waste time," she sounded almost short of breath.

"That means you had already accepted the proposal before you came down," he said playing with her sentiments.

"How does it matter now?" she asked in a frustrated tone.

"You do understand that accepting the proposal means accepting the three conditions, right?"

"Yes 'I do' and I also understand that if they are unacceptable then it is an end to our relationship," she said explaining his conditions.

I was surprised to her the "I do" phrase much before the vows being exchanged and so was Kishanchanji as he remarked, "You seem to be already practicing with the 'I dos'."

Manisha blushed hearing that comment of his, which made my heart skip a beat. She was getting into the action now. Perhaps she was looking forward to his three conditions, which would complete his proposition. I could see in the glass that she involuntarily stepped towards with her eyes lowered – as any Indian women would step towards her prospective husband.

Kishanchanji played the dual role of father and husband as he recited the vows, "Do you take Manisha as your lawfully wedded wife?" To which, he himself responded saying, "I do!"

Now Kishanchanji asked her, "Do you take Kishanchanji as your lawfully wedded second husband?"

"I do" was her giggling yet nervous response.

And then came one by one his three dreaded conditions.

"Do you accept that Kishanchanji as your husband deserves to use you instead of a condom as a sperm receptacle?"

"What is that?" she almost yelled.

"It means as your second husband I am entitled to always cum inside you."

"But that could lead to pregnancy," she almost yelled. I was delighted to hear her tone as that convinced me that she too was not ready to be impregnated by him – at least not yet. After too many negative signals, I was happy to receive a positive one. It kept my hopes alive – she didn't necessarily prefer Kishanchanji over me after all.

"Not if I cum inside your mouth or ass," he calmly responded.

"You rascal!" she yelled at him for tricking her into something that unpleasant. Kishanchanji might be too big for her to accommodate in her behind and she didn't like the taste of cum. Although, she did let him cum in her mouth the very first time they had sex. She, however, never has had anal sex and never showed any inclination in having it with me. Every time my suggestion for anal sex was promptly shot down by her. She did allow me to tongue her puckered hole but never reciprocated the favor. I could also recollect her comment about tonguing his asshole if he demanded when we were discussing her first session with Kishanchanji, although, she never acceded to my demands of tonguing my asshole.

I guessed, this was out-of-the-ordinary but nothing unreasonable to be turned down and hence thought she would accept it – she did have the option of swallowing his cum if she didn't want to engage in anal sex.

"Come on you promised!" I heard Kishanchanji pleading as all this went through my mind.

"I do," we both heard her voice to our relief. Then came the second condition, "Do you accept that Kishanchanji as your husband deserves the right to deflower you!"

"I accept but how is it possible?"

"There are other virgin holes in a woman's body," he hinted towards her asshole. I was surprised to hear that as she must have already shared with him that we never had anal sex. Now, she would have to surrender her *other* virginity – a husband's privilege – to him. I was glad that he had anal sex as one of the conditions. I wasn't able to convince her for anal sex all these years, at least he is able to open her up. And then I could always enjoy anal sex with her once she starts liking it.

"I do." came her acceptance without Kishanchanji pleading for it. I guess, she had almost surrendered to the idea of letting him unwarranted privileges with her body. In a sense, I was relieved that the first two conditions were within reasonable boundaries and I didn't feel apprehensive about her acceptance of both the conditions.

Then came the third and final condition. Could this be the final blow? I wondered. "This is a bit long one. Have a bit of patience," he said almost warning her that final blow was about to be unleashed.

"Do you accept that Kishanchanji as your second husband missed on the privilege of taking your *real* virginity?" he started off. This was an obvious question to which she promptly answered yes but I was concerned with the direction this was heading. I was sure that he wanted to ask for some other privilege in lieu of this so called *lost* privilege.

"Do you accept that Kishanchanji is entitled to another privilege in return for this loss?" He further asked her.

"Yes," she replied and added further, "but you are already entitled to take my anal virginity in return."

"Doesn't that even things out?" she asked earnestly.

"No it doesn't," was Kishanchanji's emphatic response.

"Ask any guy if you wish," was his curt reply. I guess that put Manisha on the back foot; she was perhaps contemplating how to handle it. I knew that this was coming. He had an alternative hole to take but still wanted something extra. Although, I would agree with him that taking a virgin pussy is entirely different from taking a virgin asshole.

"I don't understand why it doesn't even out," she just blurted out not knowing how to reason with him.

"Let us put this way," he said, "Your second husband needs to be compensated for all the years your first husband had exclusive access over you."

"Ok," she said, "So, what do you want?"

"This is the litmus test," he said confirming my worst doubts. "Here is what I want you to accept," he said. "Now, these may sound as separate conditions but they are the same and I am enumerating them separately for the sake of clarity."

Saying this he enumerated his third condition(s).

"A. We would celebrate our anniversary on the same day as your anniversary with your first husband."

This one seemed innocuous to me. Wait a minute? Why did he want to do so? Wouldn't it interfere with my anniversary with my wife? Was Manisha thinking? I wondered if she could grasp this subtle point. Also, our wedding anniversary was less than a week away. Did he know about this?

"B. You would celebrate your anniversary with your second husband first before you celebrate it with your first husband."

That was the final blow indeed. He did want to humiliate by getting the privilege to fuck her first on our anniversary before she could come to me. Still Manisha uttered nothing. Was it all or did he have anything else in mind?

"C. You wouldn't be allowed to shower or cleanup between the celebrations."

The last condition sounded strange to me at first glance but then it struck me. He wanted to send my wife on her real anniversary with the telltale signs of a well-used-wife. It took some time for me to recover from that jolt. How could somebody as sensible as him ask for something that outrageous? More importantly Manisha hadn't responded to it at all; perhaps she was shell-shocked with his third and final condition.

"Are you out of your mind?" was her firm question after some pause. There wasn't any kind of pretence this time and she did seem very serious. "Do you know how mean that condition is?" she again asked him.

"It could expose our affair and put an end to my marriage," she said in a concerned tone. She didn't seem to be mad at him but was just concerned with the condition he had laid out, which started bugging me.

"How would it expose?" Kishanchanji asked.

"I spending time with you on our anniversary and not washing up before going to my husband?"

"Do you think Vinit is that dumb?"

"So what do you propose?" Kishanchanji asked her.

"Why don't you ask something sensible?" she quickly retorted.

"Like what?"

"Do you need to have the third condition?" she asked

"YES," he replied emphatically.

"You already let him go down on you after we had sex, right?" he asked her.

"Then what is the worry," he asked after hearing her response. So, Manisha making me eat her was definitely a planned move from them. Now, I started to get the drift of things. It seemed as if Manisha was really sucked into this affair pretty quickly and was willing to fulfill his irrational requests.

"With such a thing we always run a risk," she said. I was not sure what risk she was talking about. I knew that she was having an affair with Kishanchanji so there is no risk of me finding out. Or was she running the risk of me finding out that they are forcing me to cleanup after their intercourse? Although, I kind of guessed it that I was cleaning up remnants of their sexual encounter, I wasn't 100% sure.

It seemed Manisha was a willing compliance but the instigator was Kishanchanji. To be very honest I am not averse to the idea of cleaning up Manisha after she had sex with someone else, with or without a condom. In fact, it had been one of my deep down desires to go down on my wife after she has been well used. It is not that I love the taste of cum but just that I want to experience her well-used pussy and body, with or without cum on it.

However, I found the idea of cleaning up after Kishanchanji had sex with her, especially after ejaculating in her, very repulsive. Or perhaps my conscious mind never wanted to accept such a submissive position although my subconscious mind would have gladly accepted it.

"Is that all or do you have anything else?" I finally heard Manisha ask him; perhaps she had resigned to her fate of humiliating me to appease her superior stud. My subconscious mind accepted him to be much superior in bed but my conscious mind would always question my judgment.

"No. That's it!" he happily responded.

"I thought you would have one more on retaining the privilege to have unprotected sex with me on the anniversary day. No?" she jokingly added.

"Now that you mentioned it I think that would be a wise idea," he said.

"Shut up!"

"But again I am pretty sure you would grant me such a privilege not too far in the future," he said in a matter of fact manner.

"Now get on with the proceedings," she quickly responded not choosing to respond to that comment of his.

"You need to accept the third condition."

"I do!" was her response to Kishanchanji's relief.