Adultery UNFAITHFUL MOTHERS AND HOUSEWIFES by stranger_women

[Ramesh_Rocky]

THE CONTEST

PART1

Mark had been married to Denise for a full year now, and considered himself the luckiest guy in the world. Mark was short, chubby, and more then a little shy at times. Denise was almost the opposite. She was just as tall as him, but very skinny. She was also one of the most outgoing people that Mark had ever met.

The couple had their one year anniversary last night and had celebrated it on a yacht that Mark had rented. They wined, dined, and made love under the stars as the yacht made its way down the coast and back. Mark was very rich and always gave Denise whatever she wanted, which was usually a lot.

They had met at a charity event. It was a pool party at a mansion in Miami. The next weekend, Mark called Denise, and the two of them setup a dinner date. The pair dated for almost 6 moths before any serious sexual activity started up. When Mark first took out his penis, it was as if she had expected it to be small and didn't even seem to mind. She was easily able to deep throat his little penis, and with her lips that were made for blowjobs, he came in about 45 seconds. She didn't seem to mind about that either. She just positioned his head in between her legs and spent the rest of the night teaching him how to eat her pussy. With Denise's coaching, Mark became an expert in no time.

The first time they had sex was the highlight of Mark's life. She made him go slow, so he wouldn't cum so fast, and the two made love for a solid 6 minutes before Mark shot his load into her pussy. The next week, Mark proposed to Denise, who quickly accepted.

The engagement was like heaven to Mark. For the first time in his life, he was having consistent sex and was getting 3-4 blowjobs a week. Not only that, but he was the envy of all his friends, with his breathtaking fiancé.

A couple months after the wedding, much changed though. Denise started to be more controlling. Telling him how to decorate the house, what kinds of cars to drive, and where they would go on vacation. Not only that, but their sex life changed dramatically. They were only making love once a week and Denise refused to suck his penis, unless she really really wanted something. He was still making her cum with his mouth though, practically every night.

Still though, mark was so happy to be married to such a women, and always did whatever it took to make her happy too. Which is why, it was not even an option for Mark when Denise made her latest request, especially since she had spent all day in a bathing suit.

"Honey, you think it would be OK, if I invited a few of the couples over from the gym I go to. I think it would be a good way for us to meet some new couples," Denise asked, not even really listening to the answer.

"Sure baby, that sounds fun," Mark responded.

"Great, I'll set it up for this Friday," Denise declared, as she removed her top, teasing mark with her small breasts.

"Baby, lets make love," Mark said as soon as her breasts came out.

"I'm not really in the mood, maybe tomorrow," She said as she slowly began to rub lotion onto her breasts.

"But baby, I am so horny, and you have been walking around in your bathing suit all day," Mark begged.

Denise looked over at his sad little face, put on a t shirt and shorts, and sat next to mark.

"OK sweetie, I know we have never done this before, but why don't I give you a hand job," Denise offered.

Mark wasted no time in getting naked and laying back. Denise pumped her hand full of lotion, and began to quickly stroke Mark's small penis. Even though Denise was fully clothed and there had been no foreplay, Mark was ready to cum in about 30 seconds.

"Slow baby, I want to enjoy this," Mark said to his wife.

"If you want it to be slow, then do it yourself," Denise responded as she quickened her pace on Mark's penis.

"UHHHHHHHHH....AHHHHH....oohhhhhhhhh," Mark screamed as he shot load after load of cum onto his stomach.

"Wow, for such a little guy, he sure does shoot a lot," Denise said as she watched Marks penis fire its last shot.

It was the first time since the day they met that Denise had referred to his penis as being small or little. Mark knew he had a pretty small penis, but it still kind of hurt him to hear his wife describe it as that, and against his best judgment, he said something.

"Do you think my penis is too small, baby?" Mark asked.

"Oooo sweetie. You are the smallest guy I have ever been with, but yet I am the happiest I have ever been. So I wouldn't worry too much about penis size," Denise replied.

Mark's jaw dropped. He knew he was pretty small, but the smallest she had ever been with? Why didn't she seem more shocked when he first took it out? As he fall asleep, Mark came to the conclusion that he had an average penis and Denise had just been with a lot of bigger guys before him.

The next day things got a little more interesting. Denise was playing around on Mark's computer, looking for some new shoes she heard about, when she came across some of Mark's recently visited porn sites. She noticed that they all had one thing in common, big breasts.

Of coarse this bothered Denise, as she had pretty small breasts, nothing like the girls on these sites. It was the first time in her marriage that she thought it possible her husband would cheat on her, but Denise didn't even know how to bring it up, so she tried to forget about it for the time being.

Finally, Friday night came and the couples trickled in between 7 and 8 pm. The first couple was Dave and Jessica. Marks jaw dropped when Jessica came in. She was short and stacked. She had to have DD breasts and was wearing an extremely tight top. She had blonde hair, and seemed to be in fairly good shape, not as skinny as Denise, but still on the thinner side. David, looked to be Israeli, was about 6 feet tall with quite a belly and seemed to be balding worse then Mark.

Next was Erin and Luigi. When Erin walked in, Mark tired his best not to stare but he was in disbelief. Another one of Denise's friends had huge breasts. Mark wasn't sure if they were as big as Jessica's, but they were D's at the least. Erin had red hair and very pale skin, a little thicker then Jessica as well. She also had a fantastic ass. Luigi was about Mark's height, but thin as a rail, with not much muscle or fat anywhere on his body.

The last couple to arrive was Michelle and James. As if the first two girls weren't busty enough, Michelle also had very large tits, but from what Mark could tell they had to be fake. Michelle was just as skinny as Denise and only a bit taller. She had light brown hair and had the best face, other then Denise. With her large fake boobs, she was practically Mark's ideal girl. James was built like a brick house. Not very tall, but extremely muscular and extremely cut.

The couples all talked and drank wine for an hour or so. Mark talked a little bit with everyone there. During the party, he had no control over his eyes what so ever. He knew that at least one of the girls, if not all, had seem him starting at their large breasts. Mark was hard as rock, and knew relief was still far away.

Denise served dinner and the couples continued to talk and drink while eating. The group was going through the wine at an extremely fast pace and everyone there was showing signs of being drunk.

Eventually the topic of Michelle's boob job came up and she was more then happy to talk about it. She explained the process and how much she loved them.

"Denise, if you want, I can hook you up with my doctor, he's great," Michelle eventually said, catching everyone a little off guard.

"Oh, no thank you, I really don't think that's necessary," Denise responded, coming off as little upset. After finding the sites on Mark's computer and then seeing the way Mark stared at all the girls, Denise was becoming a little sick of "Big Breasts."

"Sweetie, I didn't mean to offend you. It's no big deal, you are gorgeous, just you would be even more gorgeous if you had some D's on top of that tight little stomach. Don't you think so Mark?" Michelle said.

"Yeah," Mark responded. He was so drunk and horny, he didn't really think about his response before answering. He just pictured Denise with D cups.

"O really? Well how about this, I'll get a boob job, if you get a dick job," Denise blurted out, instantly silencing the crowd.

Mark's face turned red. He had never been so embarrassed in his life. He was so drunk, he could barely think, but he had to save face.

"O please, my dick is not small, it's average, and..." Mark started to say.

"AVERAGE? You got to be kidding me. I would be willing to bet anything you want that not only do you have the shortest and thinnest dick here, but you cum the fastest too," Denise screamed out in anger.

Mark's embarrassment grew even more. He didn't even know what to say. He was at a loss for words, and Denise looked pissed.

"I have an idea," said Erin. "Why don't you guys actually bet on this? I mean were all adults. Let's measure the guys and you two can settle your bet," Erin finished, slurring half the words as she said it.

"Wait, what are we talking about here?" David quickly spoke up.

Mark was happy to see that David was worried too, because despite all the talk, Mark was nervous he was wrong.

"Well have three categories, length, thickness, and staying power," Erin spoke up over the others. "The winner of each category will get a prize, along with whatever bet Mark and Denise want to put on weather Mark will get swept or not," She finished.

Denise was finally realizing what was going on and she began to try to stop this madness. "Guys, this is stupid..." She began.

"Why is it stupid?" Mark cut her off. "Because you think I will lose? Well the only thing stupid would be having a big breast contest, because you would obviously lose that one!" Mark yelled. He was losing control of the situation.

This instantly set Denise back on fire, she was going to show her husband that her breasts were less of an issue then his penis.

"OK pencil dick. Here's the bet: If you win even one category then I will get a boob job, you pick the size, and I will suck your dick every day for the next 2 months, but If you lose all three categories, then you will wear a strap on while you fuck me for the next 2 months. I could use an orgasm during sex...FOR ONCE!" Denise said to Mark and the group.

"FINE!" Mark yelled. He was with a tall fat dude, a small skinny guy, and a third guy who was obviously over compensating for something. No way he would lose all three.

"Well that settles the bet, but what about the winners of each category? It's not just about you two," Erin butted back in.

"I got an idea," Jessica chimed in. "As long as you guys are as adventurous as you seem."

"In each round, there will be a loser and a winner," Jessica began. "The winner will get a blowjob from the loser's wife," She went on to explain.

Mark started to immediately realize what was going on. He was bound to lose one of the categories and his wife was going to have to blow one of these guys here. His only hope was that he could win one of the categories and get a blowjob of his own from one of these three busty women.

"We will pair up, no couples allowed, and the women will get their partner's penis hard, measure his length, width, and finally jerk him off," Jessica started back up with the rules again.

They paired off and of coarse Michelle got Mark and so James was with Denise. Luigi was with Jessica, and David was with Erin.

"OK guys, its time to show us what you got," Jessica cheered, as she handed out the tape measures.

One by one the girls took off the guy's pants and underwear, to reveal what they had packing. First was Erin. She dropped to her knees and pulled down David's pants, his dick was very soft, just a turtle head, but looked very thick. Mark was so excited to see that David's penis was shorter then his, well soft anyway.

Next Denise got on her knees and quickly slid down James's pants, and out popped a huge cock, already hard as steal. It had to be 8 and a half inches, and thick too. The only good sign here was that James was already rock hard, and dripping pre cum. He had to be a quick shot.

Denise just stared at the large dick, only inches from her face, mouth open. She had forgotten how nice a big dick looked. All she could think about was how badly she wanted to suck the large cock bouncing up and down in her face.

Third, Michelle pulled down Mark's pants, exposing his little penis. He was semi hard, but appeared to be soft and rather large. Mark and Denise both knew that this was misleading, because Mark didn't grow at all from semi hard to full mast. The others were not aware of this though and James even seemed to be a little upset.

Finally Jessica grabbed Luigi's pants and tugged them to the ground. Lee's dick also looked to be semi hard, but he was much longer and thinner then Mark. Mark got excited to see that Lee's penis appeared to be thinner then his.

"OK girls, it's time to do length," said Jessica, still leading the show. "Get those dicks hard," she said next.

Michelle squirted some lube into her hand and began to stroke Mark's penis. Mark moaned out in pleasure and almost lost his load right there. He cleared his mind and let Michelle bring him to full length. Meanwhile, he could not keep his eyes off of Denise and the big cock she had in her hands. James was already hard, but Denise was just holding it, feeling its size in her little hands.

"Well, your balls are turning blue, and I don't think you are going to get any bigger. You must be a shower, not a grower," Michelle laughed.

She brought the measuring tape to his penis and pulled it all the way out. 5 2/8 inches it read. Mark knew he must have been nervous, he had measure himself at almost 6 inches before. He immediately got nervous and looked around. James was easily longer then him, as was Lee, who's penis now appeared to be much longer and thicker then at first, probably close to 9 inches. He couldn't see what the ruler said, but David's penis looked to be just as short as his. It was going to be close.

Jessica got the girls together and wrote down the results.

"In first, with a long cock of 8 5/8 inches, my partner, Luigi!," Jessica announced to the crowd. "Coming in second with a long cock of 8 and 2/8 inches, James!. Coming in last, the mans wife who will be blowing Luigi later tonight...MARK with a length of 5 inches," Jessica finished the results.

What the hell, Mark thought to himself. Michelle shorted him 2/8 an inch. He was to ashamed to say something though, and the crowd's laughter made him want to crawl into a hole.

"Now make sure the dicks are still hard and then measure girth," Jessica announced.

Mark was still as hard as possible, but Michelle pumped more lube into her hand and jerked Mark's penis. Mark wanted to stop her, but it felt so good, he was powerless. Mark also noticed that Michelle had unbuttoned 2 of her buttons on her shirt, showing off a serious amount of cleavage. Michelle made sure to lean the right way, so mark could see down her shirt. Her fake breasts looked spectacular. Mark was on the edge, he would do anything to grab her tits and fuck them, then she stopped.

He looked around and saw that all the other girls were finished measuring and they were all waiting on him. Michelle quickly measured and wrote down his girth of 3.9 inches.

"The winner of the girth contest is James, with a thick cock of 5.5 inches. Coming in second is David with a thick dick of 5.2 inches. Coming in last, and the mans wife who will be blowing James later...MARK with a penis girth of 3.75 inches," Jessica announced as the crowd once again erupted in laughter. Mark was beginning to be the joke of the party.

Denise had the biggest smile on her face ever. She loved what was going on. It was turning her on so much to see Mark humiliated. More importantly, she was right about his lack of size, maybe now he would appreciate what he had more.

"Ladies, it is time for the third and final contest. Staying power. Each girl will Jerk their partner's dick as fast as possible, with the only goal being to get their partner off. The girl will stand behind the guy and reach around for the hand job," Jessica announced the instructions.

The girls went and got into position. Michelle reached around and grabbed Mark's penis. While she did she whispered into his ear, "I am going to make you cum so fast that you won't feel your wife's pussy for the next 2 months."
"On your mark, get set, go," Jessica chanted out.

Michelle's hand felt incredible on Mark's dick and she wasted no time in jerking him off as fast as possible. He was getting close after only 20 seconds. Mark knew his only chance was James, who was leaking from the moment they started.

He looked over at James and Denise. Denise was barely even rubbing his dick. It was as if she was trying to stop him from cuming. He looked around further and saw that the other 2 girls were jerking away extremely fast, but neither guy seemed anywhere near finishing? Mark couldn't even speak, the pleasure was so much, he knew was going to shoot any second.

"Come on little dick, shoot your stuff for me," Michelle whispered into his ear.

That was enough for him as he screamed out in pleasure while his little dick shot it's seed all over the floor.

As Mark shot his third and forth rocket of sperm onto the floor in front of them, the rest of the group broke out into hysterical laughter and applause. Not only did Mark lose the bet with Denise, and was now going to have to fuck her with a strap on everyday for 2 months, but his wife was going to have to blow every guy there.

The rest of the girls stopped jerking their partner's dicks and the group agreed that since Luigi and James had already won a blowjob from Denise, David should get the last one.

"Guys, come on...we all had fun...there is no need to go through with any of this...,"

"Oh bullshit," screamed James. "You made a bet, and I've seen the way you have been eyeing Michelle's tits all night. You would titty fuck her right now, if shed let you. Your wife is going to suck my fat dick, weather you like it or not," James continued.

Mark just looked around and fought off the urge to cry. There were three hard penises in front of him, all bigger then his, and all waiting to be sucked off by his gorgeous wife. He looked down at his now fully soft baby dick, and the puddle of cum at his feet, he was mortified. Not to mention that the wives kept staring at him and laughing.

"Ok Denise, enough fucking around, I am horny as hell and need to cum," James spoke up again.

Denise knelt in front of James and took his large penis into her hands. She looked over at Mark, laughed, and put the head of the cock into her mouth. She went right to work, sucking it like a pro. Mark had no idea she was capable of that.

"OOOOOO yeahh...suck...o my good...," James said.

It had appeared that the whole scene had put James right on the edge and after only 20 seconds of her expert sucking, he pulled his dick out and jerked his spunk all over Denise's shirt. Mark began to think that he could have beat James if Denise had tried.

"Ewwww," Denise shouted as she took off her shirt, exposing her small but perky bra clad breasts. Denise hated cum.

Dave wasted no time in taking James spot and forcing Denise back to her knees.

Denise took his short fat dick into her mouth and sucked away again. Dave seemed to have much more stamina, as 10 minutes had passed and he was just now getting close. At one point, he made eye contact with Mark, petted Denise's head, and laughed.

"Suck my dick bitch, make me cum," he encouraged her, as he reached down and squeezed her tits through her bra.

Mark felt so sick to his stomach it hurt to watch, but for some reason he had to. His penis had returned to full hardness during the show, but thank god no one noticed.

"Awwwww, I'm cuming," Dave screamed as he too pulled out his dick and began shooting his load all over Denise's tits. "What the fuck is it with you guys cuming on my tits?" Denise complained as she removed her bra. She was now kneeling totally topless as Luigi walked over, ready for his blowjob.

During the first two shows, the girls just kept drinking and laughing as Mark's wife took care of their men. They didn't seem too happy with Denise being topless. Erin even seemed a little upset at the fact that her husband was about to get a topless blowjob from another women.

"You like big tits, don't you baby dick," Erin said to him as she walked up to Mark and his fully erect 5 inch boner.

Denise saw this and immediately inhaled Luigi's long cock. She sucked like a girl on a mission. Luigi barely knew what to do as the immense pleasure overcame his body.

Meanwhile Erin had taken off her top and stood next to Mark in only her tiny bra, encasing her huge natural breasts. She was stroking Mark's little dick, whispering into his ear.

"It would be so hot to see your little penis disappear between my huge tits, don't you think," Erin said. It's a shame you have to go home to those little A cups, that couldn't even form a valley to tit fuck," She continued as she reached behind to unhook her bra, but in her drunk state she was having a problem. Mark was standing there, holding his breath, waiting for the bra to fall to the floor.

Denise was determined to finish before Mark got a chance to hook up with Erin. She was right, and Mark was not going to get to benefit from it at all. She pulled Lee's dick out of her mouth, and jerked it as fast as she could. Moments later Lee exploded all over Denise's now bare breasts, moaning the entire time.

"Got it," Erin said, as she began to remove her bra.

Just as the bra began to come off, Denise walked up and snapped it back on. Mark's heart dropped and the worst night of his life just kept getting worse.

"I think it's time for everyone to go," Denise said, covered in cum.

The group filed out of the house, drunk, tired, and in various amounts of clothing.

"Let me know if you need a big dick some time Denise," James screamed as the door closed.

The couple looked at each other. Mark, not wearing any pants, sporting a full boner. Denise, topless, her tits covered in another man's cum. The two tried to find something to say to each other.

Finally, Denise spoke up. "You stay in the guest room tonight, I'll buy the strap on tomorrow. Goodnight babe," she said as she leaned in to give Mark a hug and a kiss on the cheek. Then she disappeared into their room.

Mark stood there with his head down, some of Luigi's cum was on his shirt. It now fully dawned on him that their relationship would never be the same.
(TO BE CONTINUED)

[Ramesh_Rocky]

THE CONTEST

LAST PART

Over the next two days, Mark and Denise barely said a word to each other. They were both, mad, and embarrassed, and a little confused. Despite being completely humiliated that night, Mark found himself constantly jerking off to the thoughts that played out during and after the contests. He was also fantasizing about Erin a lot, and fucking her huge breasts. Mark's plan was to just wait and see what Denise said. Mark assumed the longer they didn't talk, the better the chance she would forget about the strap on.

Denise on the other hand didn't really know what to do about the situation. She was so drunk and angry that night, that her emotions kind of got the best of her. She sort of regretted it and wanted to call off the bet with Mark. At the same time though, sucking on those huge penises really made Denise miss having a larger dick, and made her wonder what the strap on would feel like. Plus, she was sure mark would have made her get the boob job, and one hundred percent would have taken all those blow jobs. It wasn't until three days after the bet that Denise finally decided what to do.

"I say, make him do it," Michelle said. "I even have a hollowed out strap on you could use, you will absolutely love it," she went on.

The two girls were at the gym, working out, while discussing Denise's dilemma. The entire hour Michelle made it her goal to get Denise to try the strap on, but Denise would never completely agree or disagree. Finally, when Michelle dropped Denise off at home, she grabbed the large plastic penis from her back seat and gave it to Denise.

"Just in case you decide to try it," Michelle said, smiling ear to ear.

"Wow, it's so life like, the color, the veins...where did you get this?" Denise asked, entranced by the feel of it in her hands.

"You can thank me later," Michelle said as she drove away.

Denise walked towards the door with the huge dick in her hands. She knew right then and there, she had to have that thing inside her.

That night Denise got all dressed up in a sexy, little, red, two piece lingerie set and went to the guestroom Mark was staying in.

She walked in and right away started kissing him. Mark was so happy, his wife had come to him the best way imaginable. He assumed this meant that he wouldn't have to pay his part of the bet. The couple made out, dry humped, and felt each other up for 20 minutes before they were both naked. Denise then took Mark and led him into their room. They continued to kiss and caress each other until Denise pushed Mark down onto his back and began to slowly suck Mark's penis.

"Oh baby...I can't take much more," Mark said after only about 2 minutes.

"Ok, I guess you should fuck me then, are you ready?" Denise asked, as she continued to toy with his penis.

"OK! You don't have to tell me twice," Mark replied as he got up to mount his beautiful wife.

If she wasn't sure before, she was sure now. Mark hopping up with his little penis bobbing up and down. She had never fully realized how small his penis was. It wasn't just that it was short, it was thin too. It seemed so much less exciting then the big plastic dick she had in her hands earlier. Mark's penis looked almost cute at the moment.

"Wait...first put this on," Denise said as she reached under the bed and grabbed the strap on cock that Michelle had given her,

"What??," Mark said. His whole body tingled in horror. She was really going to make him do it. Mark was stunned, not only at her going through with it, but the size and realness of the strap on was amazing. It looked to be almost 9 inches, thick, and veiny.

"Listen, if you want to cum tonight, put on the cock and fuck me. A deal is a deal," Denise said.

Mark didn't protest anymore. Instead he went over to the plastic cock and slid his little penis into the opening, and strapped it on to his body. It was actually a little snug in there, and the feeling of the massive rod coming off his body felt great. Mark lubed up the cock and slid it into his beautiful woman.

"OHHHHHHH, what a feeling!," Denise screamed out right away.

Mark just sat in her. He literally had no feeling at all. He was as humiliated as he had ever been.

"Don't just sit there baby. Fuck me!," Denise said.

Mark snapped out of it and began to fuck his wife with the huge fake cock. He pumped his hips in and out as fast as he could. Mark had never fucked so hard before, his real penis would never be able to take this much friction.

"Fu...uhh..uuh...kkk Mee ee.....Fu...uhh...uhh...kkk Mee ee," was all Denise could really say, in between thrusts. It had been over 4 years since she had a cock even 7 inches inside her, and that was nowhere near this thick. She had forgotten what it felt to be really filled and really fucked.

Finally after 25 minutes, 4 different positions, and 2 orgasms from Denise, the two stopped. Mark took off the strap on, but his dick was still hard as a rock. He positioned himself in front of Denises's pussy, ready to have his turn.

Denise, however, was dripping wet in sweat, her whole body was in a euphoric state, and she wanted nothing to do with Mark's tiny penis at the moment.

Mark thrusted forward, aiming for her pussy, but right at the last second Denise put her hands in front of the promise land and Mark was blocked from entering.

"I'm too worn out. Jerk off on my ass. Just make sure to clean it up after," Denise said as she rolled over and began to fall asleep.

Mark was too horny and embarrassed to argue. He took his small penis in his hand and jerked. Less then a minute later he felt the feeling approach and shot his load onto his wife's spectacular ass. He then took a towel and started wiping the cum off of her. This was going to be a long two month's for Mark.

Over the next three or four weeks, their relationship was great. They were a normal happy couple, except at night, Mark would slip on a huge plastic cock and fuck his wife silly. Denise began asking Mark to fuck her with the strap on more then once a day, and now it was up to 3 or 4 times a day. Mark didn't need anytime to recover and he could even put his soft penis inside it and fuck her just as good. Denise couldn't get enough of that huge thing inside her.

Mark on the other hand was barely getting any action at all. Denise had the 9 inch strap on and didn't have much need for Mark's 5 inch boner. He would end up jerking off on his wife, or stroking it in the shower while imagining he was fucking Erin's tits. He decided he had to fuck his wife with his dick, soon.

The next night, Mark was busy pounding his wife with a mold of a stranger's cock, planning out a way to slip his dick in when she wasn't paying attention. 20 minutes later, she collapsed on the bed and closed her eyes.

"Go jerk it in the bathroom baby. Stoke it nice and good for me." she said as she saw Mark's hard dick emerge from under the strap on.

"OK," Mark replied and acted as if he was going into the bathroom.

Mark waited till it seemed like she was totally unaware of him and then he snuck up so he was positioned in between her legs. Without hesitating, he quickly shoved his hard dick into her freshly fucked pussy. He slid in with almost no resistance.

"What are you doing" Denise shot up quickly as he pounded away at her loose vagina

"I'm fucking you, you're my wife," Mark said.

Denise smiled and laid back down. She just laughingly mumbled, "Whatever."

Mark realized his penis must of felt like a finger to her, after that beast of a fake cock had fucked her for a month straight. She made no reaction to him fucking her. It was as if she could easily take a nap as he fucked her as hard as he could. The only positive was that this was as long as he had ever lasted.

Finally, after 10 minutes of fucking her he started moaning and shot his load inside her, and then he fell down on her. His body pressing against hers, his small dick shriveling up inside her vagina.

"You can fuck me whenever you want from now on," Denise whispered into Mark's ear. "Just as long as you fuck me with the strap on first, and you eat me out afterwards," she said.

Then she turned them over so she was on top of him and slid up so her pussy was right over his mouth. Then she dropped down, so she was literally straddling his face. Right as she buried his face in her pussy, she decided to share Saturday's plans with him.

"James and Michelle are coming over; we are going to have a Bar- B- Q and go in the hot tub. I'm sure you'll be excited, you'll get to see Michelle in a bikini," she said. Mark was not excited though, he wanted nothing to do with cocky, big dick James, coming over his house.

Denise then rid Mark's face as he sucked her clit and pussy for 20 minutes. She got 2 orgasms, he got a creampie.



"Guess who's hereeeeee," James said loudly as he entered the house.

It was Saturday afternoon already and James and Michelle had arrived. James was wearing a tight grey T-shirt, showing off his huge toned arms. Michelle was right behind him, wearing tiny little shorts and a tank top over her bikini. Mark drooled as he felt her large bust press up against his chest as they hugged hello.

He was so distracted by her bulging chest that he almost didn't notice the way James molested his wife's ass as they hugged. What's worse, she just laughed it off, like it was no big deal.

The 4 of them ate, drank, and talked for a couple hours. It was very casual and friendly, Mark was surprised at how nice James was being. They all had been drinking a lot though, and Mark knew that could lead to some compromising situations. As if on cue, Denise announced, "Let's all get in the hot tub!"

She then dropped her sarong and took off her t shirt. Mark's jaw dropped. Her bikini was so tiny, it just covered up her nipples. Her thong was even smaller, you could see her entire ass. She did look amazing though.

James dropped his shorts and you could tell Denise's body had an effect on him. His tiny spedo was already clung to his large semi erect penis. Michelle was next as she took off her tiny shorts and tank top. Her bikini was far less revealing then Jason would have hoped. It barely showed any cleavage at all. Michelle smiled at Jason, as if knowing this would frustrate him. Mark was already in his baggy bathing suit so he simply removed his shirt and the 4 of them got in the hot tub.

The talk had quited down and they were all enjoying the warmness of the heating water, when James dropped the bomb that changed the couple’s relationship forever.

"So how does it feel to be fucking your wife with my dick?" James asked. "I mean I am sure she's been enjoying it, after your little guy."

"What? What the fuck are you talking about?" Mark asked, confused as to what was going on.

"Oh wait, you guys don't know? You have to be kidding me," James started laughing hysterically.

"What is he talking about Michelle?" Denise asked.

"Ha...o well, um, that strap on I gave you, it was molded from his dick. He used it to fuck me while he was out of commission after the surgery," Michelle responded, almost laughing at the situation.

"Yeahhhh, so basically, you have been fucking your wife with my dick for the last 5 weeks," James teased Mark.

James and Michelle each had a huge smile on their face. Mark and Denise were both so confused and drunk they didn't know what to say. The conversation eventually started up again with no talk of penis size or sex at all. Slowly though it seemed as if Mark and Michelle had moved closer together, while Denise and James were almost right next to each other.

Another bottle of wine down and Michelle was straddling Mark, with her huge covered breasts right in his face, his rock hard dick grinding up against her.

Denise was also sitting on Jame's lap, but her back was facing James. Mark pulled his eyes away from Michelle to see James taking off Denise's top. Her beautiful B cups were now on full display. Only for a second though as James immediately took both hands and started mauling Denise's tits.

Denise then spoke up "If I am going to have my clothes off, then everyone needs too have theirs off also."

She then stood up and took off her little thong, her gorgeous ass looked even better then normal. James followed right away and took of his speedo. As he did, his monster 8 and a half inch penis, sprung free. It was rock hard and almost mesmerizing. Then both their eyes turned to Michelle and Mark.

Mark didn't really think, and wanting to get it over with as quickly as possible, he dropped his bathing suit to reveal his proud 5 inch boner. Mark's penis looked so think and childish next to James' large cock. Michelle stifled a laugh and then sunk down below the water so only her head was showing. Then slid her bathing suit off her body and tossed it out of the tub. Finally she sat back down on the seat, so only the top of her breasts were showing.

Mark could not believe that after all this, he still hadn't gotten to see Michelle's huge breasts. He felt so inferior next to James, he was losing all control of the situation. James then sat down on the edge of the hot tub, only his calves were below under the water. Mark followed his lead and did the same on the opposite side of the tub.

Mark couldn't believe what was going on. Were they really going to swap? Mark didn't even know if he wanted to. When he looked over at Denise and James, they were heavily making out, both of her hands were wrapped around his huge meat.

"Hey, what's going on...Denise!," Mark shouted.

Michelle did the only thing she could to shut him up. She leaned over and took Mark's rock hard penis into her mouth. She swallowed all 5 inches, down to the base. Mark was speechless. His head fell back and his eyes rolled to the back of his head. Her mouth flew up and down his little penis. It was as if she was in a contest to get him off as quickly as possible. It was working, as after about 45 seconds, Mark's whole body exploded and he came, at first in her mouth, but quickly she grabbed the small meat and jerked him off into the water.

When Mark finally recovered, he looked over and saw his beautiful Denise riding James like he was a bull. His huge cock plowed in and out of her as she screamed out in pleasure. Mark had cum due to Michelle's blow job, and now had to sit next to a Michelle and quietly watch as a bigger man fucked his wife. To make matters worse, Michelle grabbed a towel from the ledge and covered up her breasts and ass. She spread her legs though, to show Mark her pussy. She then grabbed Mark's head and shoved in between her legs. She learned from Denise that how good Mark is in that job.

"I'm not going to be the only one not to cum tonight," Denise said, as Mark went to work on her clit and pussy.

Mark sucked and licked. Michelle came over and over again, but would not stop pressing down on his head. He could hear James and Denise still fucking in the background, switching positions, sucking each other off as well.
‘Thop’ ‘Thop’ ‘Thop’ their fucking sounds continued.

"Ohhh my God, fuck me with that cock, that fucking huge cocccckkkkkkk," Denise sounded as if she was in heaven, even more into it then when Mark used the strap on.

Finally, what seemed like 30 minutes later, James started moaning, "I'm gonna cum, show me your tits baby."

At that exact moment Michelle let go of Mark's head and he looked up to see Jame's jerking off all over his wife's sweaty tits. Shot after shot of his load, landing on her breasts and neck. As if to properly cap the night, Denise cleaned James off, sucking and licking his long soft dick for another 45 seconds. Finally everyone got dressed, and the couple left Mark and Denise alone.

Denise was still drunk and horny as ever though. "Baby, those orgasms were great, but now I want an orgasm from you sucking on my pussy," Denise said to him.

She then proceeded to push him down on the bed and climb onto his face. Mark sucked on her freshly fucked pussy for 15 minutes before she moaned out in pleasure and fell asleep next to him. As he looked over at his beautiful wife, with another man's cum still all over her breasts, he could not help but to think how a contest took things out of their control.
(FINISH)

[Ramesh_Rocky]

MY WIFE'S LOVER



I love watching my beautiful wife getting ready for a night on the town. Susan has a sexy body that she works hard to maintain by jogging regularly. Every day when I wake up and look over to find her next to me I'm reminded that I'm the luckiest man in the world.

My wife is about a foot shorter than me, which she loves because the guy she dated before me was exactly her height. With me she can wear the tallest stilettos she can find and I always encourage her to find her inner slut. I've gotten her to "flash" a couple times while we were on vacation and since she had fun showing off her charms, maybe she will be open for some more erotic experiences in the near future. Susan has a perfect body but she is self-conscious about the expressiveness of her breasts. She's is always worried that her nipples will come alive so, at times, she dresses a little too conservatively for me.

Susan called me at work this afternoon and asked me if I wanted to go out to dinner. She said that she had a surprise for me and, in exchange, I wanted to make the night special for her, so I made reservations at her favorite restaurant that overlooks the water. One of the things that I enjoy when we go out for dinner is that we don't have to worry about cooking or cleaning the dishes. We can sit back and relax.

After her phone call, needless to say, the rest of my work day was torture; the only thought in my head was to get home to my sexy wife and find out about my surprise. Once I was finished with what needed to get done at the office, I raced home to my hot wife. When I noticed what Susan was wearing, I knew that the night would end on a good note. She had decided to wear her favorite "LBD" with Come-Fuck-Me pumps.

As soon as I entered the bedroom, Susan turned to me and said, "There you are, I'm ready to go."

Dinner was great but we had both expected it would be since this was one of our favorite restaurants. Since it was Friday night, Susan enjoyed a couple glasses of wine but I wasn't sure why. Normally, she only has one glass with a meal but this night she had three.

The evening seemed to pass much too quickly although, sadly, I really didn't want our date night to end. On the other hand, I really wanted to take my hot wife home and make love to her. Something in her body language told me that she wasn't ready to leave just yet, but I wasn't sure if she wanted to go out dancing either. Her actions were confusing me. She ordered some coffee as I tried to read her mind. Before our coffee came, Susan gave me that look; the one says she has something big to get off her chest. I wasn't sure what she was about to tell me but I could tell by her body language it was big.

"I met a guy at work. His name is Mike. He is extremely good looking and sexy. We got attracted to each other like a magnet. For the last 3 months he is taking me to his apartment after work and fucking my brains out with his large cock" She said while looking down at the table.

Here it was: she was about to tell me she was leaving me for another man or worse, that she'd been in love with someone else for the last three months.

Susan reached out and put her hand on my arm, "I think he would be a great guy for you."

I really wasn't sure how to take that or what she meant by that. So I had to ask, "Excuse me?" I gave her a puzzled look. "What does that mean?

Susan smiled, giving me that naughty smirk, "What is that? You thought that Mike was my lover? Come on honey, we are just fucking each other, that’s it……..nothing more than that."

Susan reached over and squeezed my cock. "What do we have here? Hummmmm….a stiff cock" She moaned, "Maybe he should be my lover. I'll have to remember this." She gave me an extra squeeze.

With Susan's hand firmly around my hard cock, I noticed a good looking man walking towards our table. It took Susan a few seconds to notice him and, when she did, Susan immediately stood up and gave him a warm hug. She turned to me. "Jim, this is the guy I wanted you to meet."

I wasn't really able to stand and played it off as the table being awkward, but I did reach out to shake his hand. Susan introduced Mike to me. Thankfully that didn't last long and, with Mike joining us, we sat back down at the table.

Mike was six feet three with broad shoulders and I could tell that he worked out regularly. I was sure that, under his knit shirt, he was packing a full six pack. What was this I was feeling? Was I finding this man attractive? I didn't want to kiss him but I was curious about his body.

Clearly Mike was a confident, self-made man and I caught a couple of the women in the restaurant steeling glances towards him, yet his focus was exclusively on us. Even Susan was excited as I could see her hard nipples trying to poke through her concealed bra.

Small talk flowed till it felt like we had known each other for years. The next thing I knew the waitress came around asking if we needed anything as it was last call.

Susan said to Mike and me, "Well, I'm not ready to call it a night."

"Yeah, it feels pretty early, Mike replied.

Susan looked into my eyes and it was like she read my soul. Addressing Mike, she said, "How about you come over to our house for a night cap?"

Part of me wasn't sure that a night cap was a good idea, but I knew Susan had something interesting and exciting in mind as she talked him into coming over to our house. How strange it should have seemed for Susan to be inviting this man back to our home, yet I was somehow comfortable with this unexpected turn of events.

After her mysterious declaration, Susan and I left the restaurant. As we both slid into the car, my curiosity was getting the best of my concern. Despite my trepidation, I had to know what my wife was feeling and against, my better judgment, I placed my hand on her inner thigh. Susan quickly parted her legs giving me access to more of her thigh. As my hand was about to reach her panties when she clamped down on my hand, noticing that her panties were soaked, I asked
"Are you sure you want to do that?"

"Yes!" she replied.

She reached over and felt that I was just as aroused as she was, "Are you sure you want to know what has me so excited?"

"I think we both know that I do," I answered quietly.

Susan guided two of my fingers under her panties so that I could feel her soft wet lips, "You know, from now on I don’t want to do it behind your back. It feels so cheep. It feels like cheating. I have already decided, if you don’t like it I will have to stop it"

"That’s what I expect from you. No more secrets from now on. But today we've had a great night and I'm okay if something does happen."

Susan smiled hearing me. Then she guided my index and middle finger into her wet pussy, "Oh baby, you feel so good in me. Taste me; I want to watch you taste me".

I pulled my fingers out of my wife and into my mouth, all the while enjoying her scent and taste. I've always enjoyed feeling her wet pussy and, even though her arousal wasn't created by me, I was surely going to enjoy her in this mood.

"From now on whatever happens, promise me you will not get jealous ".

"Baby, have I ever been jealous?"

Susan smiled, "No, quite the opposite; you always want me to act like an independent woman who likes to enjoy every moment of her life."

"I want you to have all the fun, you are a very beautiful woman and you deserve more fun than a normal housewife. Susan, you are the woman that I love and will, hopefully, be spending the rest of my life with."

" I know why” she smiled again. “I think you enjoy finding my panties wet."

I smiled, "I always enjoy that feeling, yes. I love feeling your body. No, scratch that. I love feeling your aroused body."

It only took us another five minutes to get home. I opened the garage and parked the car while Mike parked in our driveway. Once in the house, I closed the garage. Susan opened a bottle of wine and poured us three glasses while I turned on some background music. We made our way to the family room and got comfortable.

Susan turned to face me then grabbed my arm, next she reached for Mike's hand, "Come on boys. What does a girl have to do around here to get some attention?"

Mike looked at me for my reaction then smiled, and we followed Susan. Susan walked into our bedroom, then turned and leaned against the dresser. She smiled while watching us enter the room.

"Baby, I want you to watch your wife make love to Mike. I want to see your expression as his cock slips into my wet pussy." Susan moved onto the bed trying not to fall over, "Baby, it's kind of awkward moving on the bed. Can you hold him for me?"

Did she just ask me that, "Excuse me?" I asked, somewhat astonished.

"Come on baby, I'm trying to be graceful. Hold his cock so that I can mount him."

"I've never done that."

She gave me a smirk as she reached for my shoulder. She needed my support to move on the bed, "Oh, Baby, it's no big deal. Just pretend you're going to the bathroom. You've held your own cock right?"

I found it kind of strange that Mike didn't say one word. He just sat back and watched my wife moving around him. Of course, he wanted to be in her tight pussy so why did he need to say anything? Even against my better judgment, once Susan had her balance, I reached down for Mike's hard cock. Carefully I pulled his cock up. I didn't even realize that I was staring at his cock in my hand! My hand had wrapped around this love muscle and I swear that I could feel the veins pumping blood in that thick thing of his.

In slow motion, I watched my wife move down onto his cock. I could see the tip touching her lips, parting her wet labia until he started to enter my wife's body. Susan gasped as she took him deeper. Even though he was in her, I didn't let go of his cock and hold it with only two fingers. I don't know why.

Slowly, she took at much of him as she could. Then Susan leaned back and carefully put her arms right below Mike's shoulders on the bed. This gave him complete control over his own arms. As she did this, part of him pulled out of her pussy and I could see her arousal coating his shaft

I moved my hand up and used her arousal to lubricate the base of his cock. Susan looked over, "Is this turning you on, honey?"

How strangely erotic that my wife was enjoying her first lover outside of our marriage and I was there to watch. Not only that, but I was holding his cock in my hand! "Yes, very much so."

For whatever reason, I have to say that it didn't feel weird holding him; nor did it feel weird that his cock had slipped into my wife.

Carefully, she accepted more of him, making sure his thick cock slipped deep into her warm, tight body and I watched as inch by inch of him entered her wet pussy.

In a strangely comforting sense, I knew exactly how Mike was feeling by having Susan's sugar walls tightly wrapped around his cock as she rode up and down on his love pole. I wasn't jealous at all. In fact I was even more aroused knowing exactly what he was feeling. Sure, I wanted to be making love to my wife but this was something very new and very kinky. Most importantly, I was enjoying myself as I knew my wife was also. When Susan reversed her position over Mike, I knew exactly how he felt because I love the sensations of having my wife ride me "reverse cowgirl". The way her body moves, pressing my cock against all her sugar walls is, perhaps, my favorite position.

"Jim, eat me! I want to cum with his cock in me. Come on, Baby, eat my pussy. Make me cum, Baby; I need to cum, Jim."

Carefully, I made my way closer to my wife's pussy. Her legs were spread allowing me easy access to her clit. I could see his thick, bare shaft pistoning in and out of my wife and her pussy stretching to accommodate his girth.

"Does this excite you, Baby?"

"Very much so," my eyes never left her pussy.

In a husky voice, Susan said, "That's it, husband, get closer. Taste me! Take me in your mouth; I know you want to eat me. That's it, husband, make me cum."

I've never watched someone having sex before, let alone my wife! I could see his cock going in and out of my wife and her whimpering every time that thick cock impaled her. If I didn't know her, I'd swear she was in pain.

"Oh, Baby, Mike's cock feels so good in me. Look he is much bigger than you. Are you watching? Are you watching him fuck me?"

Now, I was only inches away from her pussy. Slowly, I stuck my tongue out until it touched her clit. I didn't even have to move my tongue to stimulate that tender area as Mike's thrusts were moving Susan's clit back and forth.

Mike was getting reckless with his thrust and I wanted him to slow his pace a bit. As I started to move he popped out of my wife's pussy and slid into my mouth.

I didn't know what to do!

Mike's cock filled my mouth. What was I to do?

Susan moaned, "Oh my god! Suck him baby, that's so hot!"

I didn't want to think about it. I didn't want to move. I hoped that his cock would slip back out of my mouth and into my wife but, as I thought about that, I swirled my tongue around his shaft. I could taste something familiar, something sexy. Then it dawned on me that what I was enjoying was Susan's arousal that had coated his shaft.

When I looked up, I could see Susan straining to see more. She wasn't shocked but aroused even more, if that were possible. The look on her face was that of a child opening up a gift. "Baby, that's so hot! I've never been so turned on before in my life!" Using my hand I massaged the base of Mike's cock, moving up and down his shaft. Since he was so long there was no way I could fit all of him into my mouth, but I did my best. That is why I used my hand, to increase his pleasure and make him feel that more of his cock was in my mouth.

I tried to do all the things that Susan did to me by using my tongue on the tip of his cock, making sure to pay special attention to under the tip.

I groaned as more of his hard cock entered my mouth. It was a strange sensation tasting Susan on Mike. She doesn't have a strong taste but there was something ever so sexy about the unique taste of my wife on his cock.

Susan moved closer to me and off of Mike. Her face was next to mine while her pussy was next to his face. I could see his hand moving between her legs, which she immediately opened for him. Talk about a surreal moment, having a hard cock in my mouth and my wife opening her legs for our shared lover. I could see his fingers playing with her very wet pussy, making that sexy slurping noise an aroused pussy makes when it swallows fingers.

As I concentrated on Mike's fingers in Susan, my throat started to open up or at least that is how it felt to me. I swear that most of his cock was entering my mouth and going down my throat. The first time he hit the back of my throat, I had to fight through the gag reflex but after a couple more times my body started to relax.

With his ridged cock in my mouth, I started to think about how Susan gave me head and the things that she did to me. With my right hand I gripped the base of his cock, while using the other to support myself. Now, I could take most of him and use my hand to stroke his shaft.

As my confidence grew, I was able to take more of him into my mouth. I even think that some of him went down my throat. His grunting was washing out the sexy noises Susan's pussy was making. I could still see her hips rocking up and down which told me she was getting close to her own orgasm. Susan was just inches from me, yet so far away. "Oh I'm going to cum!" Mike grunted.

That encouraged me. Not thinking about what was about to happen, I just wanted to give it to him. I wanted his cum! My lips were tightly wrapped around his cock and I used my tongue to massage that spot just under the tip. I knew that it was working as I could no longer taste Susan, just his salty cum.

Mike grunted and I was aware of what was about to happen.

The first stream shot into the back of my exposed throat. I almost choked when it hit the back of my throat. A second stream shot deep into my mouth, only this time I managed not to swallow that one. I kept my lips wrapped around the tip of his cock, while using my hand to milk him.

"Oh, Baby, that's so, so hot!" Susan exclaimed as she collapsed on the bed and moaned. I knew that Susan was lost in her own orgasm. I didn't move, just allowed Mike to finish. I had to swallow a couple times to wash his seed down but he didn't seem to mind. As I moved off him, I felt Susan's soft lips on mine. Her tongue parted my lips to enter my mouth, seeking to taste his cum. I felt a little strange, yet very kinky having my wife kissing me. We were sharing a kiss with some of his cum still in my mouth; I knew that we both could taste him. “UMMMMMMM……sorry honey but I must say he taste better than you. I mean he is much stickier and more saltier than you” She told me carefully keeping the liquids in her mouth so that she could taste it more before swallowing it slowly.

Susan was pretty aroused and aggressive. She moved up on top of me while guiding my cock into her. I didn't realize how hard my own cock had become while I had had Mike's cock in my mouth. I was amazed! Part of me couldn't believe that we had just done that, that I had just done that! Our new friend had just cum in my mouth and I had swallowed everything that he had had to offer.

Susan moved closer and started to tease my ear with her tongue, "Oh, Baby, I love you so much. I never thought you would do something like that; you can't imagine how turned on I am."

The strange part to me is that I have never considered myself gay or even bi-sexual for that matter. I love my wife, love her body and love making love to her, but there was something about his hard cock that turned me on. From watching him having sex with my wife to tasting him, tasting my wife on his ridged love muscle to having him cum in my mouth, it all really turned me on.

Now, lying on my back with my wife grinding her body into mine, I wondered what she thought about all this. Sure, she said she loved it, but how would she feel tomorrow? Would she want me to do more? There were so many things to think about and talk about and it was strange to have those thoughts while Susan was riding me. I had to keep my mind off what she was doing as I was so close to my own orgasm and my wife wasn't nearly finished yet.

"Come on, Baby, give it to me! Cum in my pussy. Can you feel how wet I am? I'm soaking your crotch with my arousal."

I pushed her up and started to play with her nipples, "Stop talking or I will cum." "That's what I want, give it to me! I need to feel you cum in me. Come on baby." Susan pushed back and I wasn't able to hold off any longer. I gave one hard thrust as I shot my load into my wife. I could hear her talking, "That's it, Baby; give me all that hot cum! Fill my pussy, my lover."

We just lay there for a couple moments, each of us not really sure what had happened. I knew that, at least for myself, I didn't have any regrets. My wife just had sex with her friend and I had given a man head.

Mike started to move around and said that he had to go home, that he had an early tee time tomorrow. Once Mike dressed, we said our goodbyes and off he went.

Susan and I went back to bed. We made love one more time that night and spooned the night away in splendid contentment.
(THE END)

[Ramesh_Rocky]

[b]A Promise For Sex[/b]


My wife, Sandy, and I usually take our vacations with our best friends, Cindy and Carl. On a recent trip while traveling, it was time to find a motel. We usually checked into separate rooms, but on this stop, we found a motel with only one vacant room with two beds. Since we were such good friends and felt comfortable around each other, we took the room.

That night I was in the mood. My cock was rubbing up against Sandy when she whispered, "We have to wait. Cindy and Carl will hear us."

I was very disappointed, but as we continued to kiss, I was more determined to have my way. About that time, Sandy and I heard Cindy and Carl in the other bed moaning a little. We knew what was happening.

Sandy relented and allowed my cock to enter her. Soon the room was filled with moans and groans from both beds. Sandy and I were taking it slow to keep the noise down. We heard the headboard on the other bed starting to lightly tap the wall. Evidently, Carl was beginning to fuck Cindy with enough force to shake the bed.

The frequency of the headboard hitting the wall was increasing as we heard Carl beginning to vocalize. Then we heard Carl yell and loudly groan as the headboard rapidly banged the wall. Many "Ohoooooooo and more Ohoooooo" came from the other bed. Carl had been so loud that I wasn't sure if Cindy had made any noises if she had an orgasm.

Sandy and I did our best to keep the noise level down when we had our orgasms. After it was all over, Carl joked, "Glad you two decided to do it. I suggested it to Cindy, but she said we would make too much noise, but then we heard you."

We all laughed and soon went to sleep.

The next morning Carl again said, "Guess we all like sex and couldn't wait last night. It was a turn on for both of us when we heard you."

I commented, "Doing without it would be very difficult. What if Sandy died, what would I do? What if one of you died, what would the other one do?"

Cindy responded, "That poses a good question. I wouldn't want to give up sex, but I would be afraid to sit at a bar to get picked up."

Sandy then jumped in with her comments, "I know what to do. If one of us died, the other couple would have to take care of the remaining person's sexual needs. That way we can be assured of having a good sex life without going out looking for strangers. I agree with Cindy that I don't want to sit in a bar to get picked up."

Everyone laughed at that suggestion.

Cindy posed the question, "OK, do we all agree to that?."

Everyone chimed in with a big "Yes".

At that time we were all young with no thought of anyone dying anytime soon, but the unexpected did happen. A week later Cindy was killed in an automobile accident.

Sandy and I were very supportive of Carl during the next few days, especially during the funeral.

A few nights later when Sandy and I had just finished having orgasms and lying beside each other in the afterglow, I said, "Carl must be very lonely without Cindy. We just enjoyed sex and it wasn't too long ago when Carl and Cindy were in a motel bed beside us."

"Yes, it is too bad for Carl. Do you remember we joked about keeping the remaining person sexually satisfied."

"Yes, we did joke about it and I guess we all agreed. But did we really mean it."

Sandy became more serious, "I did agree and that was a promise to my best friend, Cindy."

I responded, "I never thought of it that way. Do you really think Carl took this seriously."

"I don't know, but I'll bet he remembers our conversation."

We discussed it some more before going to sleep. We decided to talk to Carl about it.

The next evening we had a three way phone conversation with Carl. I asked, "Carl, do you remember what we promised each other when we were in the motel together for the night?"

"I remember we were in one room having sex with our wives at the same time. What are you getting at?"

"Do you remember we all promised to keep the remaining person sexually satisfied if someone died?"

"Oh, yes, I hadn't thought any more about it because I thought it was just a joke."

Sandy chimed in, "I made a promise to Cindy, my best friend and I feel obligated to keep my promise to her."

"You don't have to do that, Sandy. I don't think your hubby would agree to anything like that."

Sandy continued, "He is a little reluctant, but has agreed after we had a long discussion about it."

I spoke, "Sandy is determined to do it to keep faith with Cindy's memory".

There was a lull in the phone conversation until Carl said, "Alright, if you two feel that way. I appreciate your thinking about me. What do you propose?"

I responded to that question, "Why don't you come over Friday evening about eight o'clock, then we can talk about it some more."

Friday, when Sandy and I came home from work, we had a quick dinner and then prepared for Carl's visit. Sandy suggested we get out of our work clothes and clean up before Carl arrived. Sandy wanted to take a shower before dressing.

I got in the shower with her. While I was soaping her breasts, I thought about Carl massaging and kissing her nipples later on in the evening.

I asked, "Are you going to let him kiss your nipples?"

"I think that would be expected of me is he wants to suck on them. I always enjoy it when you do."

That made me think about what else he would do. I felt between her legs, then asked, "I know it is expected that he would fuck you, but what if he wants to bury his head in your crotch and suck your clit?"

"What's wrong with that. You do it and I like it."

I then began to realize the full extent of what was going to happen when Carl arrived. Was I really agreeing to letting another man ravish my wife? There wasn't going to be much choice because I had already agreed and Carl would be here in a short time. Then I thought of Carl and how lonesome and sad he had been since his wife died.

I asked Sandy, "Carl will soon be here. How do you feel about the whole situation?"

"I think you can see I am very nervous. I was a virgin when we married and I've always been true to you. I feel obligated to Cindy because I promised to keep her husband satisfied. Somehow, I'll get though the evening and I hope he likes being with me. I'm going to do my best even though I wish we had never promised what we would do after someone died."

I felt a little sorry for her, but she seemed determined. I finished dressing and went in the living room to wait. I expected to see Sandy looking very sexy when she came in the living room, but I was disappointed. She was wearing jeans and a top that completely hid her breasts.

I said, "Why are you wearing those dull looking clothes? Let me take you back in the bedroom and change in something more flattering for your shapely body."

She quickly responded, "This is what I usually wear around here in the evening. He can take my clothes off to see me. What's wrong with that."

I led her back to the bedroom, picked out a short skirt and a skimpy blouse.

I sternly said, "Now put these on and don't wear panties or a bra. You're going to let him fuck you, so look sexy for the guy!"

I watched as she removed her clothes, then slipped on the short skirt. She put on a top that showed off her breasts.

I said, "Now you look sexy. I already have a bulge in my jeans just looking at you. I'm sure Carl will think you are very sexy, too."

"You may like for me to look like this, but I'll be a little embarrassed to be so scantily dressed when Carl first walks in to see me."

"You will do alright. Now put on plenty of perfume and a little more lipstick. Do you remember the night we were with Carl and Cindy in the motel and Carl made so much noise?"

"Of course, I remember."

"Our bed is not against the wall, so our headboard will not bang in our bedroom when he cums in you. If he yells and hollers like he did that night, I'll be able to hear him while I'm waiting in the living room."

Sandy responded, "I'll be embarrassed if he makes that much noise for you to hear us. Are you going to be jealous knowing he is pumping cum in me at that time?"

"I'm not sure just how I will feel, but I agreed for him to have sex with you since you feel so obligated to keep your promise to Cindy."

Carl arrived with a bouquet of flowers for Sandy. She lightly kissed Carl on the lips to thank him. When he stood back to look at her, he said, "Wow! You really look great!"

Carl and I sat down in the living room while Sandy said she would get drinks for us. Both Carl and I stared at her butt and long shapely legs protruding out the bottom of her short skirt as she walked toward the kitchen. I was sitting in a big comfy chair while Carl sat on the couch. After Sandy served the drinks, she sat on the love seat. I noticed Carl intently watched her legs as she sat down and crossed them.

We talked about current events and seemed to avoid the subject of sex. Both Carl and I easily got a glimpse of Sandy's crotch as she uncrossed her legs and crossed them the other way. We were on our third drink before the subject of sex was mentioned. I decided to tell a sexy joke which brought laughter and eased the tension a little.

I said, "Sandy, why don't you sit on the couch with Carl while I freshen our drinks?"

I got up to take our glasses to the kitchen. I glanced back to see Sandy get up to go sit on the couch with Carl. I served the refreshed drinks then sat down in my chair facing them. I noticed they were sitting together but not touching. I saw Carl take quick glances down her loose fitting blouse.

I could see they were shy and would need more encouragement to get something started.

I said, "You two are not even touching each other. Carl, don't you think Sandy is sexy? Are you afraid to touch her?"

"I'm not afraid of her, but with you sitting there staring at us, I feel embarrassed."

I quickly responded, "Oh, I hadn't thought about that. I'm sorry, I'll leave you two alone for awhile."

I walked away and decided to go down in the basement. Before I disappeared from their view, I looked back to notice they were still sitting apart, but watching for me to completely leave.

I went to the basement and listened to the footsteps upstairs going down the hall to the bedroom. It sounded as if they went in the master bedroom. I kept listening but didn't hear any more. I could visualize Carl taking my wife in his arms and deeply kissing her. Right now he was probably removing her blouse and kissing her nipples. I waited a couple more minutes and assumed they were now naked on the bed in each others arms. Maybe she was sucking his cock now or maybe he was fucking her.

I couldn't stand being in the basement anymore, so I went upstairs to sneak down the hall in front of the bedroom door. To my surprise, the door wasn't shut all the way and I could see a dim light in the bedroom. I couldn't see them directly on the bed though the cracked door, but I had a good view of them in the big dresser mirror against the wall. It was in just the right position for me to see the image in the mirror of Carl and my wife on the bed. I could clearly see them in a six nine position with my wife's mouth licking and going up and down on his cock.

They continued in this position until I saw Sandy's body shudder through an orgasm and her familiar vocal moaning and groaning. She kept going up and down on Carl's cock while his butt was pushing up to her mouth. He started short ear splitting yells as I could see his body spamming. I knew my wife was getting a mouth full of cum.

I thought they may get up and catch me looking, so I went back in the kitchen to get another drink. They didn't come out of the bedroom. Evidently, they wanted to stay for another round of sex. I could hear them talking in low tones, but couldn't understand them. After a few minutes passed, I didn't hear them talking anymore and wondered if they were kissing and getting ready for more sex.

I decided to walk back down the hall to look at the mirror through the cracked door. Now I could see them again on the bed. It looked as if she was lying on top of his body while their lips were joined. Then she sat up and started gyrating on him. I could only guess she had sat down on his cock and was fucking him. Earlier this evening, both Carl and my wife acted rather shy, but now had lost all their inhibitions.

I decided to ease the door open wider because they were so engrossed in fucking that I didn't think they would see or hear me. They were both moaning a little as she continued riding him. I quietly walked in the room to stand at the foot of the bed. I could easily see her butt moving on him and could see his cock buried in her pussy. No doubt in my mind she was keeping her promise to Cindy to cooperate with Carl.

They were now groaning and getting ready to explode. I watched as both bodies blended together and strained as their orgasms started. Again, Carl was loudly vocalizing. I decided to back out of the room before they knew I had been watching.

I was sitting on the couch when Sandy and Carl came back in the room. Carl was fully dressed while Sandy was wearing a light weight robe.

I looked at them and grinned, "Looks as if you two had a good time. Sandy, your hair is all tousled and I see Carl's face has lipstick in several places."

Both Carl and Sandy looked a little embarrassed when I said that.

I continued, "But, glad you had a good time, Carl."

"Oh yes, a very good time. Sandy is wonderful. I really thank you two for inviting me here. I'll always remember tonight and how wonderful it was."

Sandy came over to sit by me on the couch and hugged me. I turned to her for a kiss.

Sandy said, "I love you. You are my husband and I love you very much."

She turned to face Carl, "You are our best friend and I love you too. Come over here to sit with us on the couch so I can hug both of you."

Sandy sat between us, turned to Carl for a kiss, then turned to me for a kiss.

I looked over at Carl, then said, "Looks as if everything turned out alright tonight. As far as I am concerned, you are welcome to come back again."

Sandy chimed in, "Yes, you can come back soon. I'm happy with the arrangements as long as my dear husband is OK."

Carl then looked at me to say, "You must be horny. I'll leave so you two love birds can have your own private party."

Carl got up, kissed Sandy at the door then left. She said, "Come back to see us."

Sandy and I went to bed. I didn't say anything about watching them.

Sandy said, "He is a good lover, but he yells too much. Also, he gets a little wild."

"I heard him yelling all the way to the living room. Evidently, he really enjoyed fucking you."

"Yes, the first time he cum, we were in a six nine position, so when he started yelling, my ears were a long ways from his mouth. I was riding him the second time, then I fell forward on his chest. He was howling in my ears. Next time, I'll avoid that if I can."

I thought for a couple of seconds, then said, "Why don't you let him fuck you doggie style next time. That way his mouth will not be next to your ears."

"That's a good idea. Now shut up about Carl and lets have our own fun. I know you are turned on enough to fuck me the rest of the night."
(THE END)

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WHAT IF YOUR WIFE WANTS TO SLEEP WITH ANOTHER GUY

PART1


I'm Dave, and I have a beautiful wife named Cathy. She's twenty-nine years old, 5'5, 125 pounds, 34c breasts and red hair.

Cathy and I have been married 6 years. Neither of us were virgins when we married, but at the same time our experience wasn't vast. Cathy had only fucked with two other guys before she met me and we had been totally faithful to each other our entire marriage.

That's why what I'm about to share was a totally blind-sided me.

Cathy works in the home office for a large company that has offices all over the country. There is this one sales representative named Stave that works for the company on the other side of the country. Cathy talks to him on the phone often (processing his sales) and they always get together the few times a year he has to come to the home office.

Cathy has always teased me about how hot Stave is. Her flirting never bothered me as I was never one to be threatened by her having male friends, and I knew she was faithful.

This morning Cathy told me that Stave was going to be in town that coming week and she was going to have dinner with him on Friday. No big deal I thought.

Then she dropped the bomb.

Cathy said; "You know that I've always told you how hot he is. What I've never told you is that he has asked me to sleep with him a few times in the past."

I wondered where this was going and she soon answered that question. "Of course I never did. But I've fantasized about him a lot. So I have decided that when I meet him for dinner Friday, I'm going to go to bed with him. I'm telling you this because I don't want to go behind you back."

I must have looked like I had just been flash-frozen. I finally was able stammer out the question of was she leaving me.

"Of course not," Cathy answered. "You're the only man I've ever loved or wanted to be married to. What I want to do with Stave is just sex. It's something I've fantasized about a really long time. I'm telling you this because I want to be honest with you. It's up to you to decide how you're going to handle it.

I got up out of my chair, telling Cathy I needed some air. I walked out to the car, and left. I needed to think this through and driving was the best way for me to do it.

I never saw this coming. The mental image of my beautiful wife naked, with another man on top of her with his cock in her pussy, burned into my brain like a branding iron.

I drove for a few hours trying to weigh what a man is "supposed to do" against what I really wanted. I finally admitted to myself that I didn't want to lose her. It would be tough sharing her with someone else. But at least I still had her. If we split up, she'd still be sleeping with this Stave guy and I wouldn't have her at all.

I returned home later in the day and she was waiting for me. I told her that I thought it through and decided that I would rather have her on these terms than not at all. Cathy kissed me passionately and without saying a word, took my hand and led me to our bedroom.



Later as we laid there in the afterglow of sex, I told Cathy that I had one condition to her extra-marital fantasy. I told her that she had to keep me in the loop, meaning that she had to share with me anything I wanted to know about her night with him. She agreed reluctantly.
(TO BE CONTINUED)

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WHAT IF YOUR WIFE WANTS TO SLEEP WITH ANOTHER GUY

LAST PART
During that coming week she prepared for her night with Stave. And she kept me in the loop as she had promised. She bought new Victoria's Secret underwear and modeled it for me asking if I thought he'd like it. Of course I told her that one look at her like that and he'd be tripping over his erection!

She asked me if I thought she should shave her pussy and I told her no (that flaming red bush of hers is hot)! Our discussions of her preparations always resulted in us going to bed. I was getting more sex with Cathy this week then I had in a month!

Friday finally came and she kissed me good bye as were leaving for work. She was meeting Stave right after work and she said she'd call me later.

My mind wasn't on my work very much and I finally played sick and left early. About 7:00pm the phone rang. I answered and it was Cathy. "Honey", she said. "I'll be home sometime later, don't wait up...and....I love you for this." And she was gone. And the longest night of my life had just begun.

I tried everything to get to sleep but little worked. Even when I did sleep I had dreams of Cathy and this Stave guy. I would wake and look at the clock and imagine what she might be doing at that minute.

About midnight I heard Cathy come in. I didn't want her to know I'd waiting up so I pretended to be asleep. Cathy went to the bathroom, showered and got in bed.

The next morning we awoke about the same time. She kissed me good morning and I asked; "well, how did it go"?

Cathy smiled and said; "are you sure you want to hear the details"? I nodded my head yes and she propped herself up on her elbow and began: "We went to Stave's room with a bottle of wine and after a glass we started kissing on his couch. That soon led to groping. When he started unbuttoning my blouse I stopped him and told him we should get ready for bed."

Cathy continued; "I told Stave I to get in bed while I went to the bathroom to get ready. I was still a little shy about him seeing me naked. I know that sounds silly considering what we were about to do."

I assured her it wasn't silly at all. She continued; "I undressed in the bathroom, wrapped a towel around me and came out to the bed. I got under the spread then threw the towel on the floor. Stave started kissing me while feeling my titties. He kissed down my neck until his mouth was at my tits and then he started sucking my nipples."

I was getting pretty hard hearing about this. Cathy went on; "he put his hand between my legs and he rubbed my clit. Then he slid two fingers into me and started fingering me. I was so wet I was almost embarrassed!"

"We were both so ready so Stave got on top of me and slid his cock into my pussy. Oh Dave, it was so good! I had fantasized about him for so long and finally his cock was pounding into me over and over. When he said he was going to cum I told him not to cum inside me. He pulled out and shot his sperm all over my tummy!"

I was beyond turned on. Just picturing a cock spurting a load all over Cathy's tight stomach had me almost delirious. But she wasn't through yet. She told me how they laid together and felt each other and just fooled around until she went down on him to get him hard again.

"You had his cock in your mouth?" I asked.

Cathy said, "Yes I did. I wanted him to cum in my mouth because I wanted to swallow it. But he pulled out. So I got in the doggie position and he put it in me from behind."

Cathy went on; "you know I love that position and he fucked me so good! He got ready to cum again and I reminded him not to cum inside me, but he said he couldn't stop and he shot it in me." She said that shortly after she got dressed and Stave walked her to her car.

Cathy told me she leaked all the way home. Then as if to prove it, she got out of bed and walked to the clothes hamper. She came back with the panties she had worn the night before. The crotch was stained and still somewhat damp.

That drove me over the edge. I took Cathy's hand and pulled her onto the bed. I got on top of her and rammed my rock hard cock into her. I fucked her like never before and she kept squealing; "oh baby fuck me, fuck me, fuck me"! Just about the time I shot my load, Cathy also came, squirting all over me!

We fucked and sucked and fucked until we were both exhausted. We lay in each other's arms, sweaty, with the room smelling of fresh fuck. I never dreamed it would turn out so well.

As Cathy drifted off I realized I was actually looking forward to her sleeping with this guy again when he comes to our city on other occasions. I too drifted off to sleep with visions of passion on my beautiful wife's face as another man's cock spread her lovely pussy.
( END)

[Ramesh_Rocky]

It Was Only A Joke

PART1

It was only intended to be a joke.

It all began when my wife and I found that we had a kid’s free weekend coming up and any parents out there will understand exactly what that means.

We decided to make the most of it by having a weekend away, not far, only about forty miles but they say a change is as good as a rest and we'd got a good deal on a flat in one of those busy seaside resorts where there is always something to do.

Now it was only a long weekend, Friday afternoon till Monday morning so you might think that packing would be a doodle. It was, for me, a couple of shirts, underwear socks and razor, I could have thrown them in the glove compartment, but for Monica, my wife it was another matter altogether. She packed clothes for morning, clothes for afternoon, clothes for evening, clothes for good weather, clothes for bad weather.

She had the largest case we own and it was filled to the brim, with only her stuff, I left her to it and threw my carrier bag on the floor behind the driver’s seat and waited.

Eventually she appeared "Would you carry my case down?" she asked.

I went upstairs and that was when I made my mistake, She hadn't got around to closing the lid, I looked at the pile of clothes most of which she would never wear and it was then I decided to teach her a lesson.

Lying right at the top were the bras and panties that she intended to take, I was pleased to see that she had also packed a few suspender belts and an assortment of stockings. The Devil took over, gently I lifted the panties out and replaced them in her drawer, the bras followed. I wasn't stupid enough to do the same with the suspenders and stockings, Hell I know what I like.

Quickly I closed and locked the case and carried it down and placed it in the boot of the car and we set off.

Half way there, I knew that I shouldn't have done it, there was bound to be a scene, but what the hell, I would take her shopping once we were there and it would be like a bonus for her, she would be over the moon.

The flat was on the first floor of an old Edwardian building and the owner issued us with more keys than a prison warder carries. One for the main door, two each for the flat door and keys for each of the internal doors, apparently there had been a spate of break-ins so he was ultra careful. The flat itself had been designed for small families, with a living room, kitchen, bathroom, a double bedroom and a tiny box room which had squeezed into it a single bed. The settee in the living room also converted into a bed if required.

I was admiring the sea view from the living room, looking forward to a brisk walk on the sea front a little later when I heard the scream.

"Dave" She yelled "Where the hell is my underwear" Monica of course was in the bedroom unpacking.

I strolled to the open door a laugh on my face ""Just a joke, come on" I said 'I'll take you shopping for some more"

The look on her face told me it was not going to be as easy as that.

"Do you have any idea how long I spent selecting what I brought with me, the finest, the prettiest, the best quality and you expect to take me to find some supermarket to replace them? Well buster you are in for a hell of a shock. You're really going to suffer for this."

She shoved me out of the room and slammed the door in my face.

Now I don't know how you handle a situation like this but I find it best to keep a low profile till the heat dies down, so that 's what I did. I resumed my examination of the sea view deciding whether to take her for an Italian or Chinese meal by way of apology. That was when the bedroom door opened.

I hadn't expected a thaw as quickly as that and I hadn't been mistaken. Monica appeared carrying my carrier bag , she totally ignored me , instead she walked into the next room to the bedroom, which was the box room I mentioned and tossed the carrier bag in.

Then she returned to the bedroom and closed the door. I heard the key turning in the lock.

Time to give her some space I decided, well after 17 years of marriage you learn to gauge things don't you. No that's right you never learn to gauge things.

I went off for a stroll around the town leaving her to rage or sulk or throw things or whatever suited her. I found a nice Italian restaurant and booked a table for two for 8pm, I picked up a local paper to check out the entertainment and then I found a branch of Marks & Spencer and blushing furiously I bought 3 sets of lingerie for her.

Slowly I returned to the flat knowing that by now she would want to make peace and walked in just as she was walking out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around her.

"To make up " I said handing her the Marks & Spencer carrier bag. She took it, looked inside and walked into the kitchen and tossed the bag and contents down the rubbish chute, looked at me with contempt and walked back to the bedroom and once again locked the door.

Now I knew I was in real trouble. I sat on the settee and tried to decide what to do next.

After about 30 minutes the bedroom door opened, she emerged looking absolutely gorgeous. She was wearing a short flared blue skirt and a black blouse beneath which her unfettered 36b breasts were bouncing about happily. From the hem of her skirt I could see the black lycra indicating the stockings she was wearing, her blonde hair was brushed down over her shoulders and the make up was perfect, not too much, not too little, her favourite perfume wafted through the air.

Peace at last I decided. No I was wrong, ignoring me totally she turned and locked the bedroom door, checked her appearance in the mirror and promptly walked out of the flat door. I couldn't believe it. She was going out in the outfit I loved her to wear, her "fuck me now” outfit, without any underwear and she was leaving me behind. I made to go after her and stopped, I looked the same as I had when I drove here, I needed a shave, a bath and to get changed.

I looked out of the window, there she was striding purposefully towards the promenade where all the lively pubs and clubs were based, I could see the breeze lift the hem of her skirt a little and I couldn't run after her without looking like some demented dirty old man.

I have never in my life bathed, shaved and dressed as quickly as I did that night, it took perhaps fifteen minutes at the most, it was just after 6.30pm when I left the flat, The only keys I could find were the main outer door and the two for the flat itself, she must have had the others.

I set off in the direction I had last seen her going in, I turned the last corner, there must have been at least twenty pubs there, all lively and even at this hour all busy. I walked up and down in front of them trying to decide which was most likely to have appealed to her, trying to peer in the windows.

There was no sign of her, I began at the first pub and fought my way through the throng of bodies towards the bar, there was no sign of her at all. I tried the next and the next. I didn't see anyone even resembling her.

It was now 7pm she had been out for 45 minutes; she must be beginning to soften to me. I went back to the flat just in case she had gone back to forgive me, not a sign and that had wasted another twenty minutes. I rushed back; the place was even busier now. I checked the first three pubs again, just in case I had missed her. At the third the doorman stopped me "Weren't you in here just before and left without buying a drink ".

"Yes I 'm looking for someone"

"Well this is a business, if you go in you buy a drink"

"Yeah OK then, I 'm sorry I will" He let me in. I could feel his eyes on me as I made my way to the bar and ordered a half of lager.

With my "admission fee" in my hand I wandered around the pub as best I could given, that it was packed. Not a sign. I drank it down and moved on to the next.

I 'm not sure whether the doorman had spoken to his friends at the other bars but they seemed to keep an eye on me so I bought a half at the next pub and the next. It was now 8pm. We should be taking our table at the restaurant now.

Taking a gamble I dashed back to the flat, another twenty minutes wasted, it seemed clear that she was now out for the evening. I went back to the street where the pubs were. Queues were now building up outside. I joined one and waited a frustrating ten minutes before I got anywhere near the door. Just as we were being allowed in I saw her. I couldn't mistake the blonde hair and her height and figure " Monica" I shouted as twelve people behind pushed me through the door of the wrong bar.

It took a few minutes to turn around and get back out and by then there was no sign of her but at least I knew the direction she was going.

There were queues at all of the pubs now, it should be easy to find her. I looked at my watch, it was nearly 9pm. No sign of her in that queue, or that one. I was becoming really frustrated now, would I ever find her.

The only places where there weren't any queues were outside the disco's come night clubs which were now open, taking a gamble I went in the first one I came to and paid the £5 admission fee.

The place was enormous and, as I quickly discovered was divided into three separate rooms. Each one was already busy, if all the clubs were like this I would never find her. I went into the first room and bought another half, I needed it, the rushing around and fighting my way through crowds had left me hot and dry.

I looked around, chart music was blasting out all around the room, the ultra violet lights made it difficult to see anything clearly if you were more than 20 yards away. I strolled around the room as though I always go to clubs like this on my own.

It hit me, Monica wouldn't go to a place like this on her own, pubs maybe but not a club so my theory must be wrong and she must still be in one of the pubs. It was as I was leaving that I heard her laugh, after 17 years you can detect your partners laugh, I knew I was right.

It came from one of the other rooms where the music was less loud, I made my way to it. This room was clearly designed for the Soul Music fans, The lighting was even dimmer but the room was smaller. I looked around I couldn't spot her but I knew that she was in here somewhere.

I bought another drink, turning my back to the bar I looked around. At last I saw her, she was sitting around the far side of the room, her back was to me and she seemed to have a white scarf across her shoulders. I made my way across.

I discovered that what I thought was a white scarf was in fact the white sleeved arm of a huge black guy which he had resting around my wife's shoulders.

She spotted me, I knew that when she turned to face her companion and kissed him, her mouth open wide and pressed those wonderful, and still unfettered 36b's into his chest. I stared my mouth wide open as the kiss carried on and he pulled her even closer to him.

Without breaking the kiss she moved over and sat on his lap facing me, rubbing it in, making me suffer all the more for the trick I had played on her.

His free hand moved onto her flat stomach, she didn't object , in fact I could now see her tongue inside his cheek, his hand lifted slightly and his huge hand embraced her right breast through her blouse. Again she made no objection, but I noticed her eyes flicker open for a second to make sure I was still watching. Her hand moved to her blouse just above his hand and flicked a button open.

His finger tips felt the flesh suddenly available to him and moved upwards to appreciate it better, and how did my wife react? By flicking open the next button and guiding his hand between the opening which had suddenly appeared. As I watched his huge hand slide between the layers of material to take possession of that perfect orb and stiff nipple I realized that her eyes were wide open and they were watching me intently.

I was on fire, horrified at the betrayal I was witnessing and yet a masochistic streak made me watches, almost relishing the pain I was feeling. They continued kissing, I could see his huge hand , stroking caressing, manipulating, squeezing, even moving across to her left breast to do the same there, it was as though he was methodically staking his claim to what had, until now been mine and mine alone.

When his free hand moved to her knee I could watch no longer. I turned and walked away unable to watch any more. Almost instantly I regretted it, I made my way to the bar and bought another drink while I planned what to do next.

I couldn't just leave, I had to know when she would eventually come to her senses, cautiously I made my way back to where they were sitting.

I couldn't believe my eyes. She had turned so that she was sitting more side on than before and the move was clearly to try to conceal the fact that only his elbow now remained outside of her skirt. His fingers must at least be touching if not buried deep inside her warm tender pussy. I dropped my drink and ran out of the club.

I raced back to the flat, the place we had looked forward to visiting. The escape from every day pressures of family and work, and sat shaking. If only I hadn't left her underwear behind, I should have known that she wouldn't have seen the funny side of it especially after she had taken so much time deciding what she wanted to take with her.

I looked at my watch it was 10.30pm, what time did that place close? I looked at the paper I had bought earlier that day and found the advert. It closed at midnight I read so I had ninety minutes left before she would be back and we would be able to put all of this behind us.

So what if she got touched up a bit by a guy in a club, it didn't mean anything, she was just teaching me a lesson. In fact now she realized that I had gone she had probably dumped him and was even now on her way back to me.

I left the flat yet again and headed back. I didn't see her on the way so I paid another £5 and went back in. They were on the dance floor now, I say "dance" but there is little Soul music you can dance to and the Aretha Franklin track that was playing just required some slight swaying. That is precisely what they were doing. Their bodies pressed tightly together they swayed on one spot their lips glued tightly together. He was bent to reach her but I guessed that his full height must be about 6'3" too big for me to tackle. But of course I wouldn't need to , I looked at the time again, nearly 11pm. In a little over an hour she would be back. I would forgive her of course there was no question of that. I 'd been in the wrong in the first place and she was quite entitled to punish me if it made her feel better, I couldn't bear to watch any longer though.

Once again I left the club and walked to the harbour, gazing out at the wild and rugged North Sea I planned in my mind what I would say.

I could see the fishing boats on the moonlit horizon. I wondered if the fishermen worried about what their wives were up to while they were out trawling for a living late at night. whether their wives were in clubs like that using their own bait to lure a catch as Monica clearly had.

I looked at my watch, to my surprise it was only ten minutes before midnight. I hurried back to the club and found an alley way where I could wait and watch for her leaving.

I didn't have long to wait but he was still with her. They stopped to speak for a bit. I waited expecting them to say their good byes and then I could join her.

She turned and pointed in the direction of our flat and, putting their arms around each others waist they began walking in that direction.

Well I was glad that she had found a gentleman who wanted to see that she got home safely but I really needed to be there before them. I ran along the alley and found myself on a parallel street. I raced in the general direction and came out perhaps a hundred yards ahead of them. I glanced, they were talking as they walked and hadn't seen me so I sprinted all the way back.

In the flat I left the light off and watched out for them. At last I saw them strolling across the road to the front door. They passed below my view, I guessed perhaps two minutes to say goodnight and then she would be in the building.

I had the time spot on; as I heard the front door slam shut I flicked the light on and sat down in the armchair as though I had been in all night.

I heard her opening the two locks at the door and looked up to greet her and found myself looking at the huge black guy she had been with all night.

"Sit down Pete" My wife was saying, "Ignore him," She pointed at me "He is in enough trouble and if he doesn't want to be in the spare room when we get home he'll keep his mouth tightly shut" She glared a warning across at me as he took a seat in the middle of the settee.

I don't think I could have spoken anyway, I was dumbstruck, especially when she climbed on his knee and began kissing him.

It was obvious that he was uncomfortable, by his lack of response. She sat back, "Is he putting you off?" He nodded. she turned to me "Right you go to bed, and I don't want to hear a sound from you until the morning. Go on"

Disbelieving I stood and made my way to the bedroom and remembered, it was locked, not wanting to seem stupid I moved to the box room. As I entered it I heard her say "And just to make sure" the door slammed behind me and a key turned in the lock. I was locked in to this, this cell was the only way I could describe it.

I wondered what was happening. I held my ear to the wall but that didn't help. The bedroom was between the living room and the box room. I wondered if she would allow him into the big double bed, the way she was behaving it seemed highly likely. I ran my hand over the wall hoping to find a way out. Then it hit me, this was no Edwardian wall, there was no skirting board or dado rail. I felt it and tapped it gently; it was little more than a hardboard partition.

With my car key I scratched the surface; it gave way almost at once. I tried to remember the layout in the bedroom; it was difficult as I had only been allowed to see it briefly. I thought that the wardrobe was on the far wall and just a small chest of drawers on the other side of my wall. The bed was in the centre.

I climbed onto my single bed and slowly gouged a hole high in the wall. Peering through I found myself looking directly down onto the centre of the big double bed. I made the hole a fraction larger. I could now see the entire bed and a small area around it.

I froze, there was a footstep outside the door. I didn't want her to catch me. God knows how she would react to this.

I heard a key in a lock but it wasn't to my door, it was hers that was opening, she walked into my view point, she was already topless, and so was he. She sat on the bed and pulled her to him, his waistband was already loose and she yanked his trousers down exposing a huge stiff black cock, her mouth went to work on it eagerly as I stood excited, furious and excited again.

Her mouth bobbed up and down more and more rapidly as he leant forward and squeezed her naked breasts.

At last he pushed her off him and she stood and untied her skirt revealing her naked pussy. Was this the first time he had seen it I wondered, I knew that he had touched it in the club and probably again in the living room but I had no way of knowing whether he had seen it before.

Leaving me no more time to ponder this he turned her so that she was on her knees on the bed , her thighs parted exposing her peach to him in a way he could never have seen in the club.

He edged towards her naked vulva and placed the tip of his cock against her, he was huge, not only the length but the girth too, surely he would tear her open with that. Unfearing she wiggled her hips enticingly and the tip slipped inside her.

As more and more of the monster penetrated her I heard her groan, it was so clear I may as well have been in the room with them.

The groan grew the farther he pushed into her until it turned into a piercing scream, he paused, she looked behind "Don't stop you bastard keep it going I want to feel you deep inside me I want to feel it in my throat".

With that he withdrew a little and then plunged hard and deep, she sort of choked for an instant and recovered and settled for loud moaning interspersed with a few oaths and curses.

I watched spellbound as, for the next twenty minutes, he pounded his meat into my darling wife's fragrant and delicate motherly pussy, uncaring whether he was causing permanent damage to the inner tissue. Throughout it Monica made sounds as though she was being murdered.

Whether he took pity on her or whether he could hold back no longer I was unsure but suddenly Pete groaned and thrust himself deep inside her and was clearly spurting his seed into her.

(TO BE CONTINUED)

[Ramesh_Rocky]

It Was Only A Joke


PART2
They slowly pulled apart and curled up in each others arms, in a minute or so they were both sleeping soundly.

I was less fortunate; I spent most of the night pondering over how our lives had changed so suddenly

I did finally drift off to be awoken by Monica shaking me.

"Time to get up, make Pete and me a cup of coffee and bring it through."

So sleepy was I that her words didn't hit me until the kettle had boiled. Despite myself I carried the tray through the bedroom door which she had left open for me. I was confronted with the sight of my wife on all fours eagerly sucking his cock back to life while he lay contentedly on his back his eyes closed.

I set the tray down and quietly watched as her lips stretched taut over his bulbous head and slithered down and around his shaft, her hands cradling his balls.

I watched for a good fifteen minutes as she expertly drew him closer and closer to the edge. She seemed to know the right instant for one finger suddenly dived into his ass and he jerked and I saw milky globules escaping her lips despite her efforts to swallow it all.

She smiled up at me , making no effort to wipe away the sperm on her chin. "You should have realized that this is the sort of thing which can happen when you expect me to go out without underwear."

I said nothing. She continued "Anyway I 'm seeing Pete again tonight and later we are going to have a few friends over for a party so today you can get the flat tidy, buy some colored bulbs for the lights, some candles, 2 bottles of whiskey., 2 vodka and 24 cans of lager Oh and a few mixers too. " She paused " OK you can go now, nothing more for you to see".

I wandered out of the room, ashamed of myself for not standing up to her, and him and yet desperately excited. The party was an interesting idea, perhaps I could get friendly with one of Pete's lady friends and get my own revenge

A few minutes later Pete appeared all dressed up. "Be back shortly Man" he said to me "Hey , maybe I should have got your wife to give you a big sloppy kiss back then"

He laughed harshly and then he was gone.

"Monica" I yelled "We have to talk"

"Later, I 'm having a bath before Pete comes back to pick me up"

"Pick you up?"

"Yes, I told him about your trick with my underwear and he thought that it was terrible. He is driving me to Leeds to buy some new lingerie for me to wear tonight when I go out with him and for the party"

She slammed the bathroom door and began running the taps.

When she did emerge, she didn't stop to speak to me, just went back into the bedroom to get dressed. Hah I say dressed, she appeared in her tiniest mini skirt, she only needs to nod her head and her panties are on show, only I had left her panties behind, you get the idea? She coupled it with a white halter top, her hard nipples were obvious.

Her timing of course was excellent, a horn hooted outside, it was Pete, she dashed downstairs. I watched out of the window as she climbed in to his open top car, kissed him passionately, placed her hand high on his thigh and they were gone, It was like having a defiant teenage daughter with me.

Now I 'm sure you are all thinking, he has his own car why not just pack up and go home, teach her a lesson. I thought about it. I really did but I love my wife and deep down I thought that it was just that, she was teaching me a lesson, big style. Plus this was when I was beginning to understand that I have distinct cuckolding tendencies and I really really liked to be dominated and humiliated by my calm and faithful wife of 17 years. I must admit in the past 17 years of our happy marriage life, I never thought that my wife could be so dominating, humiliating, aggressive and so much hungry for sex outside of our marriage. Deep down my heart I started to admire her rebellious attitude against my dominance in her life.

So. I spent the day as instructed, I went shopping, I tidied the flat, replaced the white bulbs with colored bulbs, everywhere except the box room , which was obviously going to be mine again tonight.

It was after 4pm when they got back, both laden down with parcels. They walked straight into the bedroom, merely shouting for me to fetch Pete a whiskey and her a vodka.

Dutifully I brought them through to catch her trying on a sheer red peep hole bra, sheer split crotch panties also in red and a red suspender belt. "What do you think, should I wear this tonight?"

"Do I have any say?" I asked

She turned to me "No, I was talking to Pete, why should what you think worry me, in future speak when you're spoken to"

I recoiled as though she had hit me; I think those words hurt far more than anything else which had happened.

As I left the room I heard her say, "No I think I 'I’ll wear the other, it's much naughtier" "Naughtier! What the hell was it, underwear with a flashing red light saying' Whore available here'?

I wasn't called back in to the room so I didn't get to see what it was, not until much later.

After about 30 minutes they appeared, she was wearing her long coat over whatever she had settled on. I watched out of the window as they drove away, as they did I could see her taking her coat off making it obvious that she had worn it only to prevent me seeing how she was dressed.

I could have driven after them, of course I could but it's hard to explain, although I hated the way I was being demeaned, insulted and well yes cuckolded, I also found it incredibly exciting so instead I did what all guys do when they are excited and there are no helpful ladies around.

I felt better afterwards. I poured a drink and watched a bit of TV , I didn't win the lottery again, it's becoming a habit that.

At about 11.30 I heard the sound of his engine and lots of loud voices including Monica's, she had obviously had a good time. Well I thought, bring on the ladies, time for Dave's revenge.

Stupid really, I should have guessed, the friends were two guys equally black and equally as huge as Peter.

They strolled in and sprawled all over the furniture. Monica came in last, I stared, she surely hadn't gone out dressed like that!

That, was a totally sheer white lace blouse and matching skirt, there was no lining at all, beneath it she wore a quarter cup cream bra over which her nipples were prominent, at the waist she wore string yes string around her waist and a connecting piece between her thighs, instead of concealing her pussy it accentuated it by dividing the fleshy lips where the string cut between. To complete the ensemble she wore a pair of hold up stockings and the most enormous high heels I have seen outside of a fetish magazine.

She immediately sat on the lap of one of the new guys, I discovered that he was Lance, Pete's friend, before planting her lips on his she turned to me "What are you standing around for? Get us all a drink"

I obliged, when I return Lance’s huge hand was mauling her tits while Pete and the other guy Jamie watched avidly. She stopped suddenly. "This isn't fair There's only one of me I 'I’ll have to share myself equally, we need music to do it. She stood up in the centre of the room. Pete gets your ghetto blaster from the car and a couple of tapes with say twenty songs on, bring them up here"

As Pete left the room she turned to me " We don't need you at the minute, sit in the kitchen till we call for you".

Now the kitchen was really just an extension of the living room divided from it by a breakfast bar so it wasn't as though I was being banished far away, in fact I think that was her idea to make sure that I could witness everything which was about to happen.

Pete returned quickly and set the ghetto blaster up "OK guys" She said "We are going to play pass the parcel, only I am the parcel, each time the music changes I will change laps, when I am on your lap you can kiss me, touch me, grope me, suck my tits, anything, just 2 ground rules , you cannot take more than one item of clothing off me during any one track and no one can fuck me till I 'm totally naked" Her eyes looked at me during the last part. I kept a straight face despite what I was feeling inside.

She climbed onto Jamie's lap as the music began, I quickly got the idea that he already knew his way around her body with the way she began squirming almost at once under his touch, her blouse was gone in seconds and his mouth settled on her exposed nipple.

The track changed and she moved to Pete who removed her skirt before she had the chance to sit on his lap. He blatantly squeezed her breasts and slid three fingers past the string and deep into her pussy.

As the song came to an end she stood, to all intents and purposes naked other than a piece of string. Before moving to Lance she turned to me "We are approaching the best part of the evening, go to my room and bring the double mattress through. You can lay it down here, she indicated a spot in the centre of the room while she sat on Lance's knee.

I could hear the music as I struggled with the mattress and tried to imagine the sight I was missing, her bra would be off of course but how many of his fingers would have explored her secret passage. I struggled into the room as the song was finishing, Monica stayed on Lance's knee while watching me lay it out. Once it was in position she stood and walked onto the mattress wearing only the piece of string. I could smell her sex as she passed me.

"Now I only have one item to lose before you all take each one of my holes" I blinked at that. " I think that it is only right that as he instigated the course of events which led to us meeting that my husband should remove the final item and then describe to you each what pleasures you can expect from each of my holes.

I stared when she said "Come on then strip away my last item protecting my modesty" Reluctantly I placed my fingers on the string around her waist and helped it tumble over her hips and thighs and helped her step free of it.

"Now start with my mouth and tell the gentlemen what delights" she looked around "Jamie can expect"

I began " Monica has wonderful warm receptive lips, she is able to accept my cock right into her throat, she sucks and licks smoothly and when you do climax she will swallow every drop without hesitation and without gagging" I reported

" I 'I’ll vouch for that" Laughed Pete waving an arm in the air

"Now my cunt" She usually called it her pussy" Which Lance will enjoy."

"Monica's cunt is always wet, it is also unprotected” I blanched; this weekend seemed to make it inevitable that in a few months I could be stepfather to a black baby. Her muscles are exceptional; she can squeeze you as well with her cunt as she can with her hand.

"And Pete will want a description of my backside"

"Monica's backside is very tight I doubt if you will be able to access it" I replied honestly

"Oh yes he will , I have KY Jelly in my bedroom , go and get it."

When I returned she was on all fours on the mattress and the guys were all naked standing gazing at her.

"Come on then , open me up for him" Said Monica impatiently.

Hesitantly I knelt behind her and dipped my finger in the jar. I took a reasonable amount and started applying it to her puckered opening.

"Inside too, not just the outside.

With the grease my finger slipped easily in, I rotated my finger and applied it to the inner walls.

"More and deeper, I need lots , have you seen the size of him?"

I glanced across, I saw what she meant, He must have been at least 10 inches long and I wouldn't want to guess his width. I scooped more onto two fingers, with the grease already there my fingers slipped in smoothly .

"Do Pete too".

I offered him the jar.

"No you do it, be polite, Do you want him to think that you don't want him to shove that monster up your wife's ass? Because I know that you do".

Flushing I moved across the floor where a grinning Pete was waiting , already stroking his hard tool.

I applied some grease around and over him, taking care to keep a film of it between my fingers and his hard flesh. I hadn't realized how much heat is given out by a cock, you don't notice with your own.

Satisfied at last Monica gestured for Lance to lie flat on his back on the mattress. I realized that I was about to see at close quarters my wife of 17 years accommodate 3 cocks at one time.

Lance's cock was if anything slightly larger than that of Pete, his brother. Undaunted she climbed astride him ." Hold my pussy lips apart for me" was her next instruction to me.

I did so and was able to see, inches away my wife’s hot wet pussy slide down over the shaft, taking her time but finally settling so that her pussy lips were resting on his pubic hair, she took the entire length with barely a grunt.

Once aboard her first partner she leant forward, once more exposing her anus. "Hold my cheeks apart” she ordered me.

Pete moved forward and gently and carefully inserted himself to about half his length, throughout her cheeks flushed, she trembled and she winced from time to time.

When he stopped, she felt behind, "You aren't all the way in, don't worry about me just keep pushing I 'I’ll scream if it hurts too much". I was enthralled, Lance waited patiently while his friends joined him inside my wife as Pete pushed again and suddenly his shaft slipped as though having negotiated a tricky turn and he was all the way in. I could see the sweat on both him and Monica.

There only remained Jamie, she gestured for him to stand astride Lance, this placed his cock against her lips, she put her hands on his backside and pulled her to him opening her mouth wider and wider, he was perhaps 10 inches long.

Monica has a trick when sucking, of sort of resetting her jaw, a bit like a snake does, it's impossible to describe properly but believe me it works, it's a weird sensation to look down and see your pubes nestling against her lips. She did this with him and squealed. I thought she was in pain and then realized the cause of the squeal, she was so ecstatic at being fully impaled by all three at once she was climaxing already, the plunging hadn't begun yet but there was the unmistakable flush on her chest and face, the crazed look in her eyes, the trembling , all clear indications of her orgasm.

As the initial throes passed over she began moving, tenderly easing each of her holes up along the shaft they contained and equally slowly back along. Slowly her tempo increased and her partners caught the rhythm. I watched from a distance of inches away watching as each cock thrust into one part or another of her. I could hear the slick movements in her lubricated slits, whether lubricated by saliva, pussy juice or KY Jelly.

I gingerly placed a hand low on her stomach. I could feel Lances cock through the flesh, it banged against the palm of my hand and another more distant throb which was Pete's cock working away. To my surprise she didn't thrust me off but guided my hand to her bouncing tit.

The rhythm speed up, spurred on by Jamie who seemed to be overcome with the excitement. I watched him carefully and when I could see that he was beyond the point of no return I placed my hand on her neck in time to catch the swallow mechanism start. I was feeling his spunk slipping down my wife's throat.

Her reaction sent a message to the others and first Pete then Lance shot their cream sperm deep inside Monica’s exhausted body.

As she slowly recovered she murmured "Over 30 inches of cock in one go, just wait till the next girl's coffee morning. "

I made a mental note to ask her about that, when she got round to treating me like her husband that is. I studied the swear ridden quartet beside me, each cock lay close to the point each had left her body. Sperm was oozing out of both her pussy and backside and the two driblets merged on her thigh. I wondered whether it was all over now or was she planning a repeat performance.

At last she managed to get to her feet " I 'm going for a shower, if anyone wants to join me they are welcome." She looked at me "Not you, time for you to go to bed, I 'I’ll trust you with the key, lock yourself in and don't come out till morning"

Sheepishly I accepted the key she offered me and obediently went to the box room. To be honest I was exhausted with having had virtually no sleep the previous night.

I lay in my bed listening to the water cascading from the shower head, I wondered if they were all there soaping each other down, or rather soaping Monica down while she did the same to them. I was just glad that she hadn't told me to wash the guys down.

Presently the water stopped, I heard her giggle and within a few minutes, the moans, the groans and the shrieks began all over again. I considered unlocking my door and taking a peek but I really was far too tired.

When I did wake I was aware of total silence. Hesitantly I unlocked the door and looked out. All four were curled up on the mattress. Her body was coated with dry sperm, clearly she had been the recipient of a spunk bath, I wondered what else might have happened and if I would ever know.

I made myself some breakfast and slowly they awoke. The guys seemed in a hurry to go, I found out later that Pete and Lance had to go to London later that day to collect some goods for their business, I didn't like to ask what the nature of their business might be.

For the first time since Friday Monica and I found ourselves in each others exclusive company for a reasonable amount of time. I tried to start a reasonable conversation.

"This will wait till tomorrow" She insisted” I 'm enjoying myself and if you are really really honest so are you, we didn't expect it to be this way but it is, lets leave the analyzing for now and carry on enjoying ourselves."

I couldn't argue with her logic and had to accept that she had a point, yes I did get a thrill of seeing how she was capable of behaving, although I hated a lot of it too, still at least she was speaking to me.

She went for a bath and then went to bed, thanking me for returning her mattress to her bed while she bathed. She asked me to wake her at 4pm if she wasn't already up. "Oh and if you go out", she added. "Buy some baby oil"

I did go out for a stroll on the seafront, a coffee and yes I bought the baby oil.

Her bedroom door was unlocked so ,on my return , I went in and woke her gently. "Run the shower for me she asked" and then as she was about to step into it "Lay a big towel on my bed and bring the baby oil and your razor in when I get out of the shower"

Of course I guessed what was going to happen next and I was as excited as a teenager on a first date, I was to be allowed to touch my wife intimately, clearly she wanted her pussy shaven and a full body massage, after that I knew from experience what always followed.

How right I was and how very wrong. As I expected she lay on her back and instructed me to shave her pubes totally, not leaving a single hair. I enjoyed this, next she lay on her stomach and I commenced a leisurely and stimulating massage, including all cracks and crevices.

After twenty minutes she rolled over onto her back and instructed me to continue, beginning at her shoulders I lovingly complied, taking care to include her neck before lowering to her rib cage but carefully avoiding her nipples. Next, to her flat stomach and then carefully avoiding her shaven triangle on to her thighs, her legs and feet before starting back up her thighs with the intention of now paying full attention to her erotic nerve centre.

As I came close to my goal, however she rolled back onto her front and spread her legs wide. "Bring me off, put your fingers in me, play with my g-spot."

I did I found the raised area and rubbed until I was rewarded with her short sharp gushes, the orgasm I knew she loved experiencing best. Now for my reward. I began to loosen my trousers.

"Close the door on your way out, time for me to get ready for this evening"

"But I thought Pete and Lance had gone"

"They have but plenty more fish at the seaside" she grinned.

I couldn't believe it, she was going to look for more guys, I thought that she would be exhausted but there seemed to be no limit to her appetite.

She appeared at her bedroom door shortly after 7pm. "How do I look?" She demanded.

She was wearing a red flared and lined skirt , the hem was perhaps six inches above her knees. Above the waist she wore a red lace blouse, beneath which I could see a red bra, clearly more of the goods bought by Pete in Leeds.

"Very nice " I said

"Nice! I'm supposed to look like a slut, it can take hours to get a guy to notice you if you look nice".

She went back into her room and studied her reflection in the mirror." it's this skirt, It's too respectable with the lining." she rolled it up beneath her skirt. As she did her stocking tops and suspenders came into view.

"You can't go out like that " I objected.

"That's the reaction I was wanting, fetch me a knife from the kitchen drawer" She began stripping the skirt from her body, I could see the open crotch panties that she had deemed "not naughty enough" come into view.

"You're not serious" I began as I handed her the knife but I was too late "RRRippp" went the lining, she put the skirt back on. I could now see the cut of her panties and the suspender straps though I had to concede two things, one it would show less in the dim lights of a pub and two it gave me an enormous hard on, especially knowing that her pussy was totally exposed because the open crotch but that was undetectable when standing. Her nipples too were covered but I knew that If she moved an arm then one or other or both would pop into view.

"Right, I 'm going now, you can follow if you like but you don't know me and I don't know you OK?"

" If by any chance I need you I'll let you know, otherwise just watch as much as you like"

With that she was gone. I watched until she reached the corner of the street and set off after her. But I lost her again.
(TO BE CONTINUED)

[Ramesh_Rocky]

It Was Only A Joke
LAST PART



Monica got back to the hotel at about 4. She said she wants to talk to me about this weekend; I was eagerly waiting for this conversation. We discussed for more than one hour. In that discussion she clearly said that from now on she wants to be the boss of my life if I want to continue our marriage with her. I had to admit to her that I have no problem to accept her dominance in our future married life. She was happy that I accepted her offer to become her slave. She said the only bit of it she regrets is how she behaved with me for the last two days. Other than that this week end is her dream comes true. She said Back home she intend to be Mrs. Respectable again but now as she have tasted other guys, she will definitely need more in the future . I had to promise her that I will take her to other sea sides areas say three times a year so that she can fuck and suck as many men as she will want. But she promised that in future she won't be nasty to me on those outings.
(THE END)

[Ramesh_Rocky]

NIGHT TALK


PART1

Sunita and I had been married five years and we went together for about five years prior to our wedding. I guess you could say we were childhood sweethearts. I had been with several girls prior to going with Sunita but she had been with only one other guy, as far as I know. Everything was going as planned with our marriage. We had both been working and saved enough money to start looking for our first home. Children would come next. My career, as an engineering designer, was coming along fine and Sunita was planning on being a stay at home mom as soon as the first of the kids arrived.

Sunita was as pretty as the day I started going with her. She had shoulder length black hair with long, thick bangs coming down to her eyes. Her eyes were dark and they shined when she laughed. She was only about five three but seemed taller because of the way she carried herself. She had well defined hips and a nice waistline. I myself was a tad average, nothing at all to talk about. I stood under six feet and under two hundred pounds. The best thing about me was that I still had all my hair. I jogged at least three times a week so I was in pretty good shape.

The sex was fine. Over the years we had tried just about everything and openly discussed what each of us liked and didn't like. I was happy with her sexual performance and I assumed that she was ok with mine. Life was good. The future was bright. It was bright until we had the night talk.

Normally when we go to bed we do one of two things, have sex or go to sleep. We have never lain in bed with the lights out and discussed personal matters of any type. It was a routine that we both seemed to be comfortable with. I know now why it was a good policy.

"Sunil, can we talk about something for a second?"

"What? Now? Can't it wait till tomorrow?"

She was silent for a moment.

"Sunil, Ravi Malhotra is in Kolkata for a few days. Would you mind if I saw him while he was here?"

She had my attention. Ravi Malhotra was the one guy that Sunita had had sex with other than me. He was a real pussy hound when we were in college. His family had money and Ravi always dressed smart and drove a fancy car while the rest of us guys were trying to keep our junk heaps running. The girls were all attracted to him and he had his pick of them. He would go with one for a few weeks and then dump her and pick up another one. The girls knew what he did but they still thought they would be the one. Unfortunately, Sunita was one of the ones that he used and dumped. He used to brag about his conquests to the other guys, which I found to be real low class. He was also supposed to be pretty good in the sack, and as far as I know none of the girls ever complained about his performance, including Sunita.

"Why are you asking me this now?"

"I just don't want to do anything that you might not want me to do."

"Where?"

"At the Dikkha Inn hotel's restaurant."

"Sunita, Ravi Malhotra is not one of my favorite people."

"I know, but we were friends back in college at Patna."

"Sunita, you weren't his friend, you were a notch on his belt."

She said nothing and the pause was maddening.

"When did he call you?"

"Yesterday."

"Why are you telling me now?"

There was another silent moment, longer than the first one.

"I am not going to comment one way or the other. You do what you want to do. Let your conscience be your guide." I always wanted to say that.

I rolled over on my side facing away from her. Things were quiet for a while and then I heard her very softly crying in her pillow. This was something that she never did before. I lay perfectly still so she would not know I was still awake. She whimpered to herself for a long time and then finally fell asleep.

It was the longest night of my life. Why would she be crying about my refusal to condone her meeting with an ex boyfriend? Why did she wait a whole day to tell me about his being in town? Why did he call her at all? The conversation we had was short and was not emotionally charged enough to bring her to tears. I was missing something. There was something that I did not understand. I tossed and turned all night trying to work it out. Of course there was an easy solution to my dilemma. All I had to do was ask her.

Did she already see him?

Why did she want to see him?

Was she planning on having sex with him?

Did she already have sex with him?

I was driving myself nuts. I knew that I could not ask her any of these questions. Anything I learned would be from information that she gave to me of her own free will, without my asking. I felt strongly about that and was determined not to give in to the easy way out. If she told me, it would be fine but I would not ask.

I looked over at the clock. It was almost five AM. I got out of bed and quietly went to the bathroom to relieve myself. I was still thinking. I tried some mind tricks to stop it but nothing worked. Before leaving the bathroom, I glanced over to the hamper. I slowly lifted the lid and looked in. Moving a few things around on top, I found a pair of black silk panties and a black bra. These were special occasion underwear. She wore them on birthdays, anniversaries and other times that were cause for celebration. The special underwear always meant special sex. Yesterday was not a special day. We did not have special sex. I didn't even get to see her in the underwear. There was only one more thing left to do. I slowly brought the crouch of her panties up to my face. There was no indication of any fluids or sex on the panties. I was relieved but remembered that that really didn't mean there was no sex.

All I knew for sure was that she had worn her black silk panties that day and I had to assume that she wore them so someone could admire her in them.

I carefully laid the bra and panties on the vanity by the sink. Making as little noise as possible, I got dressed and left the house.

The “New Coffee House” was always open. As I sat nursing my third cup of coffee my mind was still going a million miles an hour. I pushed away the plate of half eaten egg sandwich, paid the bill and had no idea what I was going to do next. Emotions were running rampant. First was the disappointment I was feeling for my wife's infidelity. Second and growing rapidly was the emotion of revenge.

Ravi Malhotra was wrong to call my wife. He was a smooth talker and a mother-choot. Just the thought of him invading the sanctity of my marriage was making me furious. A woman never forgets her first lover and because Ravi was handsome and rich it made everything so much harder to take. Taking vengeance on my wife was another matter. I knew what Ravi did. I was not sure what Sunita had done. Spirit and intent mean a lot to me. If she did anything, what was her motivation and what was she trying to accomplish. I didn't feel that I could condemn her till I knew more. Then again, I really didn't want to know more.

I was driving around aimlessly for hours until it was time for me to go to work. I finally convinced myself that I did not want to know what Sunita had or had not done. Knowing either way would have an effect on our marriage, possibly destroying it. I was determined not to let her explain her actions no matter how hard she tried, if she tried.

I was tired and depressed. I didn't want to go to work or any place else for that matter.

Sunita was awake by now. I was sure she found the bra and panties on the vanity by this time. I tried to envision what was going on in her mind but couldn't. There was too much going on in my own head to think about what she was thinking. She now knows that I figured out something had happened. I was not able to concentrate on my work at the office. About ten o'clock the phone rang.

"Sunil. Its Sunita."

"Yes." There was a short pause on the other end.

"I am going to go down to Patna at my mothers for a few days. Is that all right with you?"

"How long is a 'few days'?"

"About a week. Is that OK?"

"Sure. Give me a call when you are ready to come home."

"OK. Thanks." There was another short pause.

"Sunil, I love you."

I didn't answer. I quietly hung up the phone and sat in my private office and softly cried for the first times in years.

I took the rest of the week off using some accumulated sick leave. I knew I was going to do something dumb, I just didn't know what yet.

The most probable scenario that I could come up with was that Sunita had gone to see Ravi at the motel restaurant and then went to his room and had sex with him, for old times sake. After she got home she felt guilty and was trying in some fashion to admit to me what she had done. She waited till we went to bed so that I would be a little more responsive to her confession. It was already a done deal and she was trying to get some sort of left-handed approval from me to justify or compensate for her transgression. I didn't give her any slack and now she had a real problem. She knew that I knew that she was not being entirely truthful and she had no idea what to do next. Of course, I could be totally wrong.

I found the black underwear in the trashcan in the garage when I got home. I spent the next two days making myself more miserable. I stayed in the house and played the damn mind games over and over. I felt that Sunita and I had a special relationship and more than anything I wanted to keep it. Any confession on her part would crumble the trust between us. Any inquiries on my part would do the same thing. We were trapped. I felt certain that she would want to confess everything to rid her self of the guilt, and that she was willing to face the consequences that would come with it. I didn't want her confession any longer because I felt that it would destroy the marriage.

Sunita used poor judgment concerning the whole situation. Was she now a cheater, a dhokebaj or just a housewife who screwed up and regretted it? What was Ravi? He was a petticoat chaser who was going after married women who he felt were a sure thing, since he had had them before. He called my home, my sanctuary, to seduce my wife. It was pretty easy to figure out where my aggressions should be directed. I decided to take care of part of my problem the next day and I didn't give a damn what the consequences would be.

It was easy to find out what room Ravi was in. I decided a simple approach was best. I would knock on his door and when he opened it, I would shoot the son of a bitch. At this point I didn't care if I got caught or not. I wasn't going to make a big show out of it and thought that a low profile, in and out, would not be noticed. I decided to use my fathers Ruger .22 automatic. The problem today was I couldn't find the place where I kept my Ruger.22 automatic. I don't remember the last time I had cleaned my father’s favorite gun. We don’t have license for it so he used to hide it in a safe place. After his death I used to do the same thing after cleaning it. It is very risky to keep unlicensed guns in India but no one knows about it other than Sunita. I tried every place I may hide it last time but did not find it. I was adamant to see the end of this Ravi episode without caring abut the consequence. I then decided to hire a pistol from one of my childhood friend Dipak. Though he was a well known criminal now but he always behaved well with me when we used to meet in the Bazar everyday morning. I figured three hollow points in the heart and one in the head would do the job for Ravi. Finally I met Dipak and hired a pistol from him for Rs 500 a day. The next day I grabbed the pistol and took off for the Dikkha Inn.
(TO BE CONTINUED)

[Ramesh_Rocky]

NIGHT TALK


LAST PART

Well the next step in my plan didn't work out too well either. I arrived at the hotel to find the place over run with security officer cars. I put the pistol under my seat and got out of the car. I casually strolled over toward one of the security officer van. They were escorting a lady out of Ravi's hotel room. She had a blanket over her shoulder and a female officer had an arm around her. I was afraid to look. As they got closer to the security officer van I recognized the women. It was Chandana Malik, an acquaintance of ours. She and her husband, Bijay, had graduated from college with us. They moved up to Howrah so that Bijay could open up a car dealership. It was sad to see Chandana but I was relieved it wasn't Sunita. Chandana was also one of Ravi's old conquests.

As they put her in the security officer jeep I overheard one officer ask, "Did she see the shooter?"

"No, she locked herself in the bathroom. We had a hell of a time getting her to come out."

A short while later they brought Ravi out in a body bag. I can't say I was too upset about it, but I was looking forward to putting him there myself. Oh well, some days nothing goes right.

I picked up a pizza on the way home.

I used the rest of the week to catch up on garden work and some repairs around the house. I didn't feel like going back to work and now that my fun with Ravi had been sabotaged I felt some depression setting in. I saved the copy of the newspaper with the story of Ravis demise. The security officer had no clues and no witnesses.

I had the house spotless and a modest dinner ready when Sunita got home. It was a cool homecoming, just a modest smile from each of us, and a peck on the cheek. We ate dinner and chatted about how her mom and dad were doing. Both of us were being very careful not to talk about anything controversial. I cleaned up the dishes and brought her a cup of coffee. She sat quietly just looking at the fingers in her lap. Slowly she raised her head.

"Sunil, I need to explain to you what..."

"Sunita, I would rather not right now, please. Maybe another time we can talk about it. I had a rough week and I am really not up to it."

"But?"

"Please, humor me. Enjoy your coffee."

It was an awkward silence. I took the newspaper with the article about Ravi and handed it to her. She looked at me and read the paper without saying anything. She put the paper down and again looked at me for some sign of approval to speak. I gave her none.

"I think I'll take a bath and go to bed early. I am a little tired from the train journey."

"I've haven't been sleeping too good lately. I'll just catch a few winks on the couch. Good night."

"Good night Sunil."

I watched her go up the stairs as I took the coffee cups to the kitchen. It looked like it would be a while until things were back to normal.

After two weeks I moved back into the bedroom. After about six weeks we started to have sex again. It took four months until our relationship got close to normal. It would never again be the same but we got close. We didn't have any more night talks. We never discussed the episode with Ravi. Sunita got pregnant. We were both happy.

With a baby on the way we needed a new car, a SUV of course. I stopped by to see Bijay Malik. He was in the process of divorcing Chandana and wasn't at all shy about discussing it.

"It's a shame that she was locked in the bathroom and wasn't able to identify the shooter." I remarked.

Bijay gave me a funny look. I was trying to figure out what I had said that was wrong. Our conversation up to this point had been open and candid and it looked like I had tripped over my own tongue.

"Sunil, There was no mention of her being locked in the bathroom in any of the newspaper articles or on TV."

"Oh, well I must have seen it some place." I didn't want to tell him I had been at the crime scene.

"I have every clipping and all the information on what happened and that was not covered any where. The security officer kept that information secret to help them in their investigation. They also did not reveal that the shooter used an automatic pistol."

"I don't remember but I must have heard it some place."

Bijay stared at me without saying anything for the longest time. He knew that Sunita had also been a victim of Ravi's charm. Hell, everybody knew all the girls that Ravi had laid because he bragged about each and every one. A big grin came over his face.

"Sunil, I'm going to make you the best deal on the best SUV model on this lot. Come on, let’s go pick one out."

I assumed that Bijay had reached a conclusion as to where I got my information about Chandana being in the bathroom. He was wrong, but I didn't see any point in correcting him. Bijay eventually got his own Ford dealership and I got a great deal on a new car every five years for the rest of my life.

Sunita and I had two beautiful daughters. Our marriage continued to get stronger despite the one set back. When we attended social functions Sunita always tried to stay close to me. If at any time during the event some hopeful guy hit up on her, she would walk up to me, take my hand and whisper in my ear "Time to go."

I always knew what that meant. It happened a lot because Sunita was turning into quite the head turner. She was aging well. Some of our regular party hosts and fiends were aware of this little quirk she had and they started to react to it also. When they saw Sunita and I leaving early they would start an inquisition to determine which ass hole pulled the gaff and chastise the hell out of him. It became a regular party game in our circle of people. Once in a blue moon, I would take Sunita's hand and whisper in her ear. She thought that was hilarious but we left anyhow.


After 2 years of that incident, one day we got an invitation from one of our old college friend Reshmi, to attend a party of her 10th marriage anniversary. Reshmi was very closed to Sunita and me in college. So we decided to go to Patna to attend the party and way back we thought we could visit Sunita’s parents also. Many of our old college friends were invited there. It was like a college reunion with a lot of hand shakings and bull shitting. The affair went fairly well and we were having a good time. As the evening drew to an end a well dressed, well groomed, lady approached the table. It was Sonali Malhotra, Ravi's wife. She walked up to us, held out her hand and asked me to have a private talk. I looked at Sunita and she nodded it was OK.
"Ravi used to keep a pocket scheduling book. When the security officer returned his things to me, the book was included. I don't know why they didn't keep it or at least read it. I read the entire book, several times and then I destroyed it. I was waiting for this opportunity to personally thank you for making my last twelve years absolutely wonderful. My new husband is the greatest thing that ever happened to me and without you it never would have been possible."

I knew what she was referring to and I didn't have the heart to tell her she was wrong. I figured I had nothing to lose by letting her believe her fantasy. I kept my best “tin-patti” face on and let her talk. I am not sure what exactly was in his book but it appears that she was able to put a few things together and determined that I had set her free.

She leaned into me and gave me a gentle kiss on the cheek. I glanced over and saw that Sunita was watching intently. I walked Sonali to her seat and a large menacing man stood up.

"Sunil, this is my husband, Nikhil Malhotra. Nikhil I'd like you to meet Sunil."

"Sunil, it’s great to finally meet you. Sonali and I appreciate everything that you did for us." I thought my hand was going to turn blue because he was squeezing it so hard.

"I am glad to see that things worked out so well for you guys. I hope you have a lot of good years together." It was hokey as hell but I was at a loss. I smiled and gave a little nod with my head.

Walking back to my table I noticed that Sunita was sitting with her head down fiddling with her fingers on her lap. She did that when she was nervous. As I sat down she started to talk. I put my index finger and thumb together and slowly drew them across my lips. She gave me a soft smile and didn't say anything more about it.

We were both tired and next day we got back to Kolkata. There was a little bit of discussion about what went on during the evening but nothing about Sonali. We got home, checked on the kids and hit the sack. I turned the lights out after giving her a quick peck on the cheek.

Everything was quiet but I knew she wasn't sleeping.

"Sunil?"

"ha?"

"What did Sonali said to you?"

"Sonali told me that she and her new husband were very happy and that I should thank you for her." I lied.
The dark bedroom was very quiet. Sunita lay very still and very silent. I couldn't even hear her breathing.

"Sunita?"

"Yes?"

"What the hell did you do with my fathers Ruger .22 automatic?"

"Good night Sunil."
(THE END)

[Ramesh_Rocky]

SEX, LIES AND CONSEQUENCES


PART1
"Mr. and Mrs. Choudhury" the nurse called. "The doctor will see you now. This way, please."

We followed her into Prakash's office, me admiring the sway of her trim hips, Menka poking me in the ribs as she saw my gaze.

"Sunil, Menka, please, have a seat," said Dr. Prakash Mathoor, a friend and neighbor for years.

"Look, I have good news and bad news. The results of your test have come back, Menka. It appears that you have an especially virulent and uncommon case of vaginitis. That's the bad news. The good news is that's it's certainly treatable, but in your case, treatment will take a few months. Sunil, the bad news for you is that that part of Menka's anatomy is out of bounds for you for at least 4 to 6 months.

We both breathed a sigh of relief that it wasn't more serious than that. While I was a bit disappointed, I realized that my disappointment didn't go very deep. It's not as if we had a passionate sex life, in fact, it was very mundane and sporadic. I looked over at Menka and was a little surprised to see a small smile come to her lips then vanish quickly.

"Whew," I exclaimed. "Thank goodness that's all it is......"

Menka interrupted, "Explain the treatment, Prakash. I hope that it doesn't involve going to the hospital.

"No, no, Menka. I will give you a prescription for vaginal suppositories. You are to insert one every morning after your shower and at night before bedtime. This is the treatment recommended and it's more than 99 percent effective. You'll be fine," assured Prakash.

So, with prescription in hand, we left Prakash's office and headed for home. I asked Menka if she wanted me to fill the script for her, but she shook her head and told me that she would take care of it. We drove in comfortable silence and I gave some thought to the fact that I wouldn't be having intercourse with Menka for almost half a year.

It's funny, while I was a little upset; I found that I didn't have a deep sense of disappointment. I found myself a bit surprised that I was only a "little" upset. I glanced over at Menka and again found myself proud of how she had managed to keep herself so trim and fit. We belong to the club at our community and Menka has taken full advantage of their facilities to keep toned. Damn, she looked good despite her 45 years. I really believe that she weighs no more now than when we first married. Also, her early morning I hour treadmill certainly helped her maintain a sensible weight.

So why was our sex life so boring? I know that I'm now almost 50, but that shouldn't mean that I should be virtually celibate. I still had no problem getting it up, so to speak, so why didn't I find having sex with Menka more exciting? I knew that I still looked fairly good. I was just a bit heavier, but the extra 10 pounds or so was well distributed over my 6 foot frame. My dark hair was still full, although there were a few silver strands showing at my temples. Shit, I thought that made me look distinguished.

Damn, when we were first married, and even for years after, we screwed like rabbits. Okay, by the time we entered our 40s we did slow down a bit. Instead of 4 or 5 times a week, we were still being intimate at least a couple of times a week. But it wasn't only the frequency of sex, it was the quality. We had been loving and we showed it. It was my fondest desire to make sure that Menka had orgasms and fully enjoy intimacy, and I truly believe she felt the same way. We loved doing for each other.

We'd been married now for almost 25 years and they have been, at least in my mind, very good ones. We met through a mutual friend my first year out of law college. I almost swallowed my tongue the first time I saw her. About 5' 5" tall, a beautiful figure, short, light black hair and flashing gray eyes. The whole package almost had me hooked. We hit it off immediately, dated for a year and married. The children came rapidly. Menka wanted children and she wanted them as soon as possible. Rahul was born a year after we married and Soni 15 months after that. Menka took the appropriate maternity leave and went back to work as soon as we were comfortable leaving the kids in day care. Rahul's now married and Soni is a doing her graduation in college.

But things had very gradually changed over the past few months. Our coupling now was almost mechanical. Menka would not initiate sex and when I did, she would comply, but with little enthusiasm. That kind of response can deaden one's desire, as it did mine. I guess it was just easier to not approach her. I just didn't enjoy making love to a woman who might as well be sleeping.

I sighed and thought to myself, "I guess it won't be all that tough for me to stop having intercourse with Menka. It's not as if it's been all that wonderful anyway."

The next week was busy for me. I am a lawyer and a partner with a firm in center city and we were scrambling to put the finishing touches on a proposal for a prospective client. Landing this one would bring in a bundle of cash to the firm, so I was leaving the house early and coming home late. Thank goodness I had Sonali Desi, another partner in the firm, working with me. She was sharp and perceptive and I knew that the success of the project would be in no small part due to her participation.

Menka understood, she had been through times like this before and she understood how it worked. We would be frantic for a couple of weeks, and then things would settle down and we could resume a normal life again.

Menka was busy herself. She would leave for work not long after I did. She worked for the same medical supply company since graduating from college and was now a senior sales associate. Her income still amazed me, it ran well into six figures. You can guess that we lived very well.

It was on a Saturday, a couple of weeks later, that I managed to get a splinter in my finger while puttering in the garage and I couldn't get the damned thing out. Menka wasn't home yet, so I went upstairs into her closet and looked for her sewing kit for a needle to pry the sliver out. I then discovered, wedged behind a piece of luggage, a shopping bag from Westside mall. My curiosity got the better of me and I took the bag out and looked inside. I removed the box and opened it. Wow, a gorgeous negligee, transparent and very short. A very brief pair of panties accompanied it.

"oooooo," I thought. "My sex life is going to be picking up. I'll not spoil Menka's surprise." So I carefully repacked everything and put it all back where I found it. Now all I had to do is wait until Menka completed the treatments. When that was done with, we would celebrate in style. I hummed as I returned to the garage, totally forgetting about the splinter.

A few weeks later, as we were sitting watching the late news one evening, I turned to her and asked, "Menka, when you're in Muzaffarnagar tomorrow, could you stop and get some cake from the PapaaJi’s Bakery?"

I loved that stuff. You see, Menka would drive into Muzaffarnagar every Friday to supervise a production unit of her company. A few months ago she had decided it would be easier to stay over in her company guest house and drive back to Delhi Saturday morning. That was better than fighting the traffic Friday evening.

I was a little taken aback to see a flash of annoyance cross her face.

"I'll try, Sunil, but you know how busy I get when I'm in the Muzaffarnagar, so don't get your hopes up," she replied rather sharply. She then turned her attention back to the T.V.

What the hell was that all about? I wondered. I didn't mention it again, but I noticed that she returned on Saturday without my PapaaJi’s cake and also without any mention of it. I was irritated, but decided not to make an issue of it. I was aware that our relationship over the past few months was not exactly loving. We tended to get annoyed at each other at the slightest provocation. I wondered where the love and caring had gone.

I started to wonder about our marriage. Is this what my future was going to be like? The indifference, the boredom, the lack of any meaningful intimacy, and I don't mean only sexual. For the first time I began to contemplate a future which looked rather bleak. It was in this frame of mind that I waited for an opportune time, a time when we both were relaxed and lounging in our rooftop at Sunday.

"Menka, I really need to have a serious conversation with you," I began.

Menka looked up at me with that same flash of annoyance. This time I just ignored it and bulled my way forward.

"You have to realize that there's obviously something wrong with our marriage. We don't seem to care as much for each other as we once did. We argue about silly things much more than are good for this relationship. Instead of conversations, we walk around almost ignoring each other. " I paused briefly and then asked, "Menka, are you having an affair? Do you still love me?"

I saw her tense and her eyes harden briefly. She arose, came over to me and seated herself close to my side. "Oh Sunil, don't be silly. You know that I love you," she said softly as she reached to caress my cheek.

"And you're right, of course. We are drifting apart; we have to remember why we're together. I have to remember. I'm sorry, Sunil. I know that I have been difficult to live with lately. I don't know why that is, but things will be different now. I think I needed to hear how you felt. Thanks, sona," she murmured as she bent over to kiss me briefly.

I felt reassured, I really did. I recognized that all marriages go through something like this, a time when spouses take each other for granted. Fortunately, we saw that and we would take steps to overcome the ennui. So why was I uneasy? And why did Menka never meet my eyes as she professed her love for me?

Things did change and the next couple of months were dramatically better. Menka was much more solicitous and took the time to do the small things that mean so much in a union. I was happy that I had had that conversation with her. In fact, the very next Saturday, she brought home a PapaaJi’s cake for me. I was tickled pink with her thoughtfulness as well as the cake.

Then, almost imperceptibly, the kind and gentle Menka started to disappear again. Slowly, the indifference and coolness returned. I have to emphasize, there was never an overt act of cruelty, no anger, no acts of viciousness or spitefulness That would have required some passion. That was the nub of the problem as I saw it. All of the passion had vanished from our marriage.

I was at a loss. I really didn't know what to do, what further steps to take. I wasn't about the have the same conversation. I decided to just take a breath, step back, and try to find a reason for Menka's withdrawal. Could it be that she was just complacent after almost 25 years of marriage? Or was it something more serious?

It was in this frame of mind that I began to become more observant. Yeah, it was in the back of my mind, way in back and I tried to keep it there, but the first creeping doubts about Menka's fidelity came slithering out. I was pretty sure I was being foolish, but the uncertainty was there. No use trying to pretend. But this was a stretch, I told myself. But was it? She certainly had ample opportunity to stray. I shook my head, admitting that I may be becoming paranoid.

Just to reassure myself, the following Friday I again went into Menka's closet, searching for that negligee. It wasn't there, it was gone. I felt my heart rate go up, but I sat back and tried to calm down. I then went into her dresser and found her underwear drawer. I found it full of underwear, amazing. I really started to feel foolish, almost like a character in a romance novel - the dorky, unsuspecting husband. I then proceeded to her walk-in closet. I stood still for a moment, overwhelmed with the vast array of clothing.

I then turned my eyes to a wall of shoes, all neatly stacked on shelves in their boxes. On a sudden impulse I pulled a boot box out from the bottom of a shelf. It was oversized and she had half a dozen of them. I found the negligee. There were no tags on it now, nor on the panties. They had company. There was a collection of sexy and provocative underwear there and in two other boxes. Three of the large boxes were filled with bra’s.

I suddenly sat back and tried to catch my breath. I was having problem in breathing, like all the air had been sucked off the planet. At the bottom of the last box I had discovered a small, circular container of pills. Small, purple pills - a months supply. I knew what they were; she had taken them before my vasectomy almost ten years ago. Birth control pills, and a months supply, none missing. Was this a stash for when she used up what she had hidden somewhere else?

It looked like all of my questions were answered, all of my doubts confirmed. I finally had the answers I needed, my confusion resolved. So why was I feeling like shit? I blinked away the tears that had started to fill my eyes. I fought back the nausea that threatened and took long, deep breaths. I quickly but neatly put everything back as I had found it and walked out of the bedroom and down the stairs. I thought, I needed a clear head. I walked out onto the terrace, sat and began to think.

I tried to steel myself. I tried to put my thoughts in order and come to some decisions concerning plans for the immediate future. I couldn't - I just couldn't think straight. I felt my insides churn. I felt myself sweating, flushing and then turning cold, shivering. I felt inundated, overwhelmed with a sense of desolation and sorrow. It actually felt like my life had ended. I loved this woman with every fiber of my being and she had deliberately and coldly betrayed that love.

I started to feel another emotion - anger. No, not anger, rage. I shook with ire; I saw that I had clenched my firsts, digging my nails into my palms. So I sat there, for what seemed like hours, but was probably no more than 30 minutes or so, alternating between sorrow and rage.

I thought about divorce and knew for certain that that at least was going to happen. I'm not a divorce lawyer, but I knew that this state allowed fault and no-fault divorces. I also knew that adultery was good cause for a fault divorce. Her rights to the distribution of our assets would be impacted negatively. I also realized that I really didn't give a shit. We both had money to spare - I didn't want to go through the hassle. But I did know that I needed hard evidence, evidence that I didn't as yet have.

My brain had started to work again. I began making plans, tentative, but at least I had started to think. A thought stuck me and I headed up the stairs again. I entered the bathroom and looked at Menka's "stuff" around her sink area. I didn't know what half of that crap was. I started to rummage carefully through the small bags and plastic boxes. At the bottom of a large make-up bag I found what I was looking for. A small, circular container of the birth control pills. It appeared that she would take her daily pill while occupied in the bathroom - clever. There were 5 pills left - it looked like she would soon be using her hidden stash.

I didn't know if this was going to work, but it would be an interesting experiment. I quickly went to her closet and pulled out the appropriate box, reached in and extracted the full container of pills. I then rushed downstairs, emptied all of them into a glass dish and placed them in the microwave oven. I nuked the suckers for 60 seconds. I then took the pills out and examined them - I didn't see any change and breathed a sigh of relief. I carefully placed each pill back in the container and carefully put it back in the shoe box. I had no idea if I had destroyed the effectiveness of the pills, but the next few weeks were going to be very interesting. I had another thought and ran up the stairs and got her remaining 5 pills and nuked them also. I had a stray idea; perhaps I should apply for a research grant from Tata Institute for Fundamental Research.

The weekend was uneventful. Since Menka was paying so little attention to me anyway, I was able to react normally. I stayed away from her as much as possible on Saturday and Sunday and she took no notice of that. A pretty good indication of the state of the marriage.
(TO BE CONTINUED)

[Ramesh_Rocky]

SEX, LIES AND CONSEQUENCES


PART2

It was with a sense of relief that I went into the office on Monday morning. I was sitting at my desk, just staring out of the window, when Sonali walked in.

"Okay, Sunil. What's the problem? I know you well enough to know when's something's gnawing at you. Talk to me, pl."

I looked at her fondly. What a terrific girl. She's been with the firm for over 8 years now and I thanked our lucky stars that we had the good sense to hire her. Now, due to her work ethic and intelligence she had made partner. Of course, I was the first to admit, her good looks and great body didn't hurt either. She was in her mid 40s and had divorced a short while before starting work here.

I thought for a few moments and wondered if I should confide in her. You see, over the past few years Sonali had become rather close to Menka, they had become very good friends. They even managed to get together every couple of weeks for lunch or shopping. Despite, or maybe because of that, I went ahead. Maybe, in this case, two heads would be better than one.

"Menka's having an affair and I think that it's been going on for awhile now."

Sonali's mouth had dropped open. She looked kind of funny sitting there like that. Her mouth snapped shut and she then said, "Okay, Sunil. Why do you think that"? The lawyer in her had taken over.

So I gave her everything that I had. How our relationship had slowly gone downhill, my discoveries on Friday of, but not what I had done to, the little purple pills. I don't know why I didn't tell her about that, but kept that a secret for the time being.

Sonali sat, thoughtful, for awhile. " What are you going to do, Sunil? I would urge you to give yourself sometime before taking any drastic action. Get yourself together, this is still very fresh so make sure that you act sensibly." Then, with a puzzled look in her eyes, she said, "Tell me again about her medical condition,"

Her mobile went off and she muttered, "Shit, my client is here. I have to go. But Sunil, keep me informed. Let me help however I can. I'll stop by later, I want to ask you a question."

I nodded and thanked her as she sped off. I knew what my next step was going to be and I pulled the phone over and punched in a number.

"Good morning, Sarkar's" a female voice answered.

"Hi, Aditi. It's Sunil Choudhury. Is Tarun in?"

"Oh, hi Mr. Chudhury. I'll ring him for you." she replied.

In a few seconds, Tarun Sarkar came on the line. "Hi Sunil, how are you/"

"Not wonderful, Tarun. I need your services and sooner rather then later. Can you come over now?"

He heard the tension in my voice. "I'll see you in around 30 minutes, Sunil."

True to his word, Tarun Sarkar was sitting in a chair in my office as promised. I felt better just having him near. He was the head of a private investigation service that the office used quite frequently. Tarun was efficient, discreet and very ethical, or as ethical as you can be considering his profession. I gave Tarun all of the facts and my suspicions, again not mentioning what I had done to the birth control pills, and I wondered to myself why I was not sharing this. What the hell, it had no bearing on what I would eventually do anyway, I rationalized.

Tarun sat and only interrupted to ask a few questions occasionally. When I had finished, he just shook his head. "Damn, Sunil. I'm really sorry; I don't know what else to say, but that's neither here or there. I'm assuming that you want definitive evidence of any infidelity, right?"
I just nodded, unable to speak. This was now heading into another phase, a rather sordid and unsavory phase.

"Based on what you've told me, the weekends, from Saturday afternoon until Monday morning, are not in question." Tarun continued. "So we have to monitor your wife's activities from Monday until she leaves for Muzaffarnagar on Friday morning. Let's see if there's anything out of the ordinary during those days. You realize, of course, that it's her time in Muzaffarnagar that we have to examine very carefully. What Guest House does she use?"

I gave him that information about her company guest house and he seemed pleased. "Very good, Sunil. I know the house keeping manager there and I'm sure that we'll be able to cover everything that happens during the time that she's there. I'll be getting back to you as soon as I have anything."

He rose and turned to leave, then stopped and looked at me with sympathy in his gaze. "Look, Sunil. Just hang in, don't do anything out of the ordinary. Can you do that?"

I again nodded. He shook his head and walked out of my office. I sat there, a little shaken. This thing was now taking on a life of it's own. I had lost a bit of control and I felt a bit lost. I tried to examine my feelings for Menka. I found that I loved her, but I also hated her. I hated what she was doing and I hated her betrayal and her infidelity. I wondered if I would be able to forgive her. Forgive her fucking someone else. Forgive her for betraying our marriage vows. Forgive her for the humiliation I felt. Forgive her for the lies and contempt she has shown for our marriage. I smiled bitterly, I would miss the PapaaJi’s cake

The week was difficult at the office and at home. It seemed that I couldn't keep my mind on the things that needed my attention at work. At home it took everything I had to maintain a semblance of normality. Actually, it wasn't all that difficult. As usual, Menka seemed preoccupied. I'm not sure she would have even noticed if I had a heart attack and died in bed.

Tarun called me in the office on Friday morning. "Sunil, I have nothing for you at the present. Menka's activities have been entirely normal, nothing out of the ordinary. We're now going to concentrate on what she does in the Muzaffarnagar. I have spoken to my contact in the Guest house and everything is covered. I'll get back to you Monday morning. I have your cell phone number and I'll call you on Saturday with a preliminary report. Is that ok?" he asked.

I indicated that that would be fine. I dropped the phone on its base and swallowed. This was coming to a head now and I was frightened, frightened of the future. I realized that I would have to make decisions. I had been putting it off. I realized that I would have to begin giving my future some thought, but first I wanted to hear from Tarun.



I was in the garage Saturday afternoon putting a garden spade away when my cell phone vibrated in my pocket. I looked out and saw Menka in the kitchen. I answered it - it was Tarun.

"Hi, Sunil. It's not good news. Let me give you some information, you'll get a DVD and two copies and our complete report plus two copies Monday morning in your office. Is that okay?"

I muttered an assent and found my hand trembling a bit. He paused and continued.

"Menka checked into the Guest House around 10 a.m. Friday morning. A Guest house worker took her bag up to her room. She visited two large medical practices and then had lunch around 12. After lunch she visited a dental supply house where she spent about an hour and a half. She returned to the Guest House around 3, went up to her room, undressed and showered. She did not dress after her shower, she just threw on a lightweight Nighti. She called down for a coffee which was delivered about 20 minutes later. A guy showed up around 4"

Tarun cleared his throat. "The guy's name is Prakash Mathoor. He's an MD and lives not far from you. I assume you know him." Tarun stated more than asked.

"Okay, Tarun. Make sure to send over to me everything you have on Monday. I'll take it from there, and Tarun, thanks, I appreciate your help." I managed to get out.

We said our goodbyes and I clicked the phone off. I was not surprised, I had already figured out who she was fucking. My first clue were the little purple pills. I knew that she needed a Rx for them and I also knew that Prakash was her gynecologist. The clincher was the bullshit about her vaginitis. Sonali had clued me in about that and I had checked the Internet. Getting over that condition seldom took over a week, and never 6 months. So it wasn't too difficult to put two and two together and I sure wasn't getting five.

They must have gotten a real laugh about cutting me off. The poor schmuck of a husband not getting any loving from his devoted wife while she's screwing another guy's brains out. A light suddenly went on in my head. I was finally aware of why I had not shared what I had done to Menka's birth control pills. I was ashamed of myself. After all, that really was a rotten thing to do. But guess what, I was no longer ashamed. The shame was gone - fuck her, fuck them both.

The anger had taken hold now and was keeping my sorrow and grief at bay. But the anger I now felt was not the rage that had consumed me. This was a cold, calculated and bitter fury. I wanted to strike out at both of them, I wanted them to hurt as I now hurt. Menka had proved to be a betrayer and her lover no better. He had a wife and a profession - he risked much for an illicit piece of ass.

I am by nature not a devious man and I made no devious plans. Whatever action I would take would be straightforward and direct. I had no need to be devious. My plan was simplicity itself and would prove to be as devastating as the most nefarious plot. Now the trick was to act as if I suspected nothing. I just had to be my usual pleasant and unsuspecting fool of a husband. I think I may have gotten a Film fare awards for how I controlled myself during that weekend.
(TO BE CONTINUED)

[Ramesh_Rocky]

SEX, LIES AND CONSEQUENCES


PART3


I left the house early on Monday; I was gone before Menka was out of bed. I just couldn't bring myself to face her again. I got to the office early, make myself some coffee and sat at my desk and waited. People began to drift in, but since my door was closed I was not bothered. I notified my secretary, Pam, that I would not be accepting any calls except from Tarun Sarkar and that I would be expecting a package which she should immediately bring in to me when it arrived.

Ten minutes later my office door opened and Sonali walked in and plopped herself in a chair. Pam knew better then to even try to intercept her.

"Sunil, you know that Menka and I have become close friends. I fear for your future together. Talk to me, Sunil. Tell me what's going on, please," she pleaded.

"Sonali, for your own sake I'm not going to tell you anything. Things will be coming to a head very soon, you'll then know the whole story. Until then, I have to ask that you not get involved in this mess, for your own good as well as for mine. Do you understand what I'm telling you?" I said as I looked directly at her.

Sonali nodded and I noticed the tears in her eyes. She rose and turned to me. "You know that I'll do whatever I can for both of you. But also know that I won't abandon Menka."

"You're a good friend, Sonali. I know that you'll do whatever you think is best," I replied quietly.

A few minutes after Sonali had gone, Pam entered my office with a package. I told her that I wanted to interruptions for the next couple of hours - no calls and no visitors.

I have to admit that I had a lump in my throat as I unwrapped the package. Inside the plain, brown box were the three reports from Tarun as well as the three DVDs. I opened my laptop and inserted the disc. It opened with a view of a typical Guest House room with a king sized bed in the middle of it. I could see a portion of the bathroom and noticed the large mirror over the dresser. I then saw a Guest house worker enter the room carrying a piece of luggage that I recognized as my wife's. He placed it on the floor and I then saw his back as he turned to leave. There was no view of the door or arch into the room. The time stamp told me that it was 10:20 a.m.

The screen flickered and I saw Menka enter the room. The time read 3:03 p.m. I watched as she shook her office bag from her shoulders and dbangd it across a chair. She looked at herself in the mirror and smoothed an eyebrow. She then proceeded to remove her saree and unbutton her blouse which she threw in the direction of the chair. My eyes narrowed as I saw the bra she had on. The bottoms of her breasts were barely supported by the half bra, leaving her nipples exposed. They looked distended, probably by the friction of the blouse.

She then removed the lace of her petticoat and stepped out of it. She pulled the panties off of her hips and let them fall to the floor. I took in a sharp breath when I saw that she had shaved her pubes. She was as bare as a baby. She moved into the bathroom and I saw her perch on the john. There was the sound of her tinkling and then she wiped herself briefly, rose and moved out of sight. I then heard the shower turn on.

It wasn't long before I saw Menka return to the bedroom drying herself with a large bath towel. I had to admit that, even after all the years, she had kept her body firm and fit. Her breasts had little sag in them and her stomach had just the slightest roundness. Below her stomach her hairless mound of venus appeared to be almost obscene, almost as if it was borrowed from a prepubescent young girl. I suddenly realized that for the first time since I bedded this woman, her nakedness did not arouse me. I didn't have a hard-on, all I felt was bitterness and anger. She threw a lightweight short nighti on and poured herself a glass of water and turned on the TV.

I fast-forwarded the disc until I saw a male enter the bedroom with a small case in his hand. The time-stamp read 4:04 p.m. I saw Prakash Mathoor approach Menka who was sprawled upon a chaise. They had yet to say a word. He stood by her as she smiled up at him and slowly opened her thighs revealing her shaved pudenda under the folds of the Nighti.

I heard him gasp, "Ummmmm, Menka. You did it. Ufffffff, it looks great. Don't move a muscle, stay just as you are."


I watched him quickly shed his clothing and kneel by the foot of the chaise. He face was inches from her pussy. He then moved forward, extended his tongue, and slowly allowed it to slide along the lips of her labia which were now becoming quite moist. He then buried his mouth in her crotch and it wasn't long before I saw Menka tense, clutch his head in her hands, and orgasm. It was almost clinical, as if I were watching a porn movie. No, not even that, it was as if I were watching two animal’s rut.

I saw them both rise and move to the bed where they snuggled for a bit. I was suddenly aware that there was almost no conversation between the two, almost as if this was such a common occurrence for them that words were not necessary.

The camera must have been planted so as to give a view from the foot of the bed. I saw Menka reach down and grasp her lover's cock, stroking it slowly. She then moved down and engulfed the head of his cock. Her mouth moved slowly up and down his shaft and I could streaks of her saliva coating the flesh of his prick. I then heard her murmur, "We don't want to waste that erection, Prakash. I have something warm and snug waiting for it."

With that I saw her move astride him. I watched as her ass moved slowly above his erection. I watched as she bent over a bit, grasped him and placed the head of his dick at the entrance to her pussy. I watched as she slowly lowered herself. I saw her lips spread to accommodate the invasion of his cock. I saw her slowly sink upon him until he was fully imbedded.

I tore my eyes away from the screen. I couldn't watch and my vision was blurred by my sudden tears. I felt myself hyperventilating and I struggled to calm my breathing. It was a few moments before I could bring myself to watch the activities in that room again. I saw that their position had changed - he was now on top of her, his ass moving rapidly up and down. He tensed and I heard him mutter, "Ohhhh, I'm gonna come. Ohhh, I'm coming, coming, coming." Moments later I saw him fall beside her, exhausted. In the brief moment before Menka closed her legs I saw her pussy wide open, semen flowing out and down the crack of her ass. Sure, no condoms necessary.

I shut down the DVD, removed it from the laptop and placed it back in its sleeve. I took the reports and the DVDs and locked them in my office safe. I had absolutely no desire to see any more and I really had no interest in reading the detailed report that Tarun had sent to me. I just sat and gazed out of the window. I felt totally numb, almost like I was out of body. I recognized that I was in shock and I struggled to regain my mental equilibrium. I took a deep breath and I knew what I had to do.

The tasks I had set out for myself that day and the days after seemed to calm me. I kept busy with my plans and with the day to day activities that were work related. I was now grateful for Menka's continued indifference and withdrawal. It made it easier for me to act the unsuspecting husband. Thank goodness I wouldn't have to keep up the act for too much longer.

On Wednesday I called Tarun Sarkar. "Tarun, can you get me a key for that room in Muzaffarnagar?"

He knew exactly what room I was talking about. "Whoa, Sunil. Calm down. I don't like what I'm hearing. You're smart enough to recognize the foolishness of doing anything violent."

"Tarun, I assure you that I have absolutely no intention of becoming violent. I just think that it would be most appropriate if I showed up there and had a little conversation with my wife and her lover. I absolutely promise that there will be no violence. Trust me, Tarun."

There was a pause on the line and I heard the hesitation in his voice. "Ok, Sunil. I'm trusting you on this, please don't disappoint me. I'll get the key over to you by Friday morning."

"Thanks, Tarun. I owe you big time," I said before I replaced the phone on its base.

True to his word, a messenger delivered a sealed envelope early on Friday. I kept busy that morning with mundane tasks then told Pam that I would be out for the rest of the day. She had my cell phone number and would contact me if absolutely necessary.
(TO BE CONTINUED)

[Ramesh_Rocky]

SEX, LIES AND CONSEQUENCES

PART4


I slipped behind the wheel of my car and headed out to the highways. I had timed the drive so that I would arrive at the Guest House about 4:30 p.m. I parked my car near the guest house and I looked around as I entered the lobby. The Guest House looked nice, and quite. The lift took me to the 2nd floor and I quickly made my way to their room. I put my ear to the door, but heard nothing.

I quietly unlocked the door and peered in. The door opened to a short hallway with a closet on the right. Beyond that was what appeared to be a small living room. This was obviously like a suite and I heard them from the doorway leading to the bedroom. I moved silently to the partly opened door, opened it further and looked in.

They didn't notice me; I doubt if they would have noticed if M.S Dhoni and his hole Indian cricket team had entered the room. Mathoor was in the midst of an orgasm and he was gasping out the last of his ejaculation. Menka was groaning and her hands were clasped tightly on his shoulders. Ufffff, could I have timed this any better?

"Bravo, bravo. What a performance. Is an encore possible?" I spoke uo loudly while applauding. It was as if a bomb had gone off in the room. Mathoor jumped from between Menka's legs and was standing by the bed clutching a portion of the sheet with which he covered his groin. Menka had grabbed the remaining portion of the sheet to her chest. Her eyes were wide with fright and she had turned an interesting shade of gray as she recognized who was standing in the doorway. Mathoor just stood there, mouth agape. Menka had lowered her eyes. I casually moved into the room and took a seat on the chair.

"Ok, Mr. Mathoor. I won't use the term Doctor because it remains to be seen how long you'll be able to retain that title. You have two options which I will explain in detail. Option one: You will close your practice and move out from Delhi. Out of state also includes suburban cities, that's too close. May I suggest Muzaffarnagar; that way you'll still be able to meet my soon to be ex-wife and resume your weekend activities. I'm sure that she would be terribly disappointed if you did not continue fucking her every Friday and Saturday. You will have 30 days to get out.

"Option two: If you refuse option one, I'll bring immediate suit against you. I will also petition the Licensing Board to revoke your license to practice medicine in this state, which I predict would certainly limit gaining access to your profession elsewhere in the country. I don't think that they condone a physician screwing his married patients. I will also provide your wife with ample evidence in any divorce action she takes. You have 60 seconds to make a decision or I will decide what action to take." I raised my wrist and looked at my watch.

After a few seconds I heard him grate, "You son-of-a-bitch."

I raised my eyes in mock surprise. "That's not an answer. You have 20 seconds left."

"You win," he had sagged, his features drawn and frightened now. "I'll move." I saw him shake in anger and frustration. He knew that he really didn't have much of a choice. I had his balls in a vise.

"Wise choice - now get dressed and get the fuck out of here before I change my mind." I snarled.

He quickly dressed, grabbed his bag and without even a glance at Menka, departed.

As the door slammed behind him, I turned my attention to my wife. She was still sitting up in the bed with the sheet still clutched to her chest. I noticed her pallor. Her eyes were still averted, she would not meet my gaze. I saw one tear coursing down her cheek.

"Menka," I began. "I'm not going to ask why you destroyed our marriage. I don't want to know the reasons behind your adultery. I really don't give a shit about the reasons for your betrayal.

I continued. "I fully intended to destroy you. I intended to bring all of the evidence of your infidelity, written and visual, to court. Our children would have been horrified and your reputation irrevocably shredded, which would have effectively ruined your career with your firm.

"But, I'm not going down that road. I realized that by doing that I would be descending to your level and I would lose my self respect. So I'm filing for a no-fault divorce. I'll let you explain to the kids why we're splitting up. I have already rented an apartment and all of my things should be moved in by the time I leave here. I don't want you contacting me under any circumstances, either in person, by phone or by mail. I would really prefer it if I never saw you again. Right now the sight of you sickens me. Any necessary communication will be through my attorney. The necessary papers will be delivered to you on Monday morning."

To her credit she didn't start with the stale excuses. I didn't hear "oh, I'm so sorry - it was just sex - I love you, not him - I've never done this before - please forgive me - it'll never happen again - I was bored - it was just a fling." I heard none of that sorry shit. She just sat there, pale as a ghost, with her head down. For a brief moment I felt sympathy for her, but I quickly cast that aside.

I rose, looked at her one last time, turned and quickly walked out of the door and out of her life.


Since the divorce was uncontested, it went through relatively quickly. Mathoor had kept his word (like he had a choice?) He was gone in less than a month, his practice sold to a new physician.

Menka had made no attempt to contact me which was a relief. I wanted to put this whole sorry mess behind me as quickly as possible. Did I grieve? Of course I did - it's not easy to move on after being in love with and married to a woman for almost 25 years. Did I have doubts about the action I had taken? No, I knew that I had no other option. So there were many nights that I just stared, unthinking, at television images until the boredom drove me to a sleeping pill and bed.

Then, on a Sunday afternoon, a few weeks after the final decree, my son showed up on my doorstep. "Hi Papa," he said as he put his arms around me and gave me a hug.

"Rahul, it's good to see you. Where's your wife? Is everyting ok?" I asked worriedly.

"No, Papa, everything is not okay, in fact it stinks and I need to talk to you. Soni wanted to come, but I convinced her to let me do this. I didn't want you to think that we were ganging up on you."

"Oh, oh," I thought. "Here it comes." I led my son into the living room and asked if he wanted something to drink. He shook his head and took a breath.

"Papa, Mom is a mess. We're really afraid for her health. She has lost too much weight and she has become a virtual hermit in the house. She told us all about her affair and has accepted the fact that the divorce is totally her fault, but you've got to do something. She's killing herself."

This is not the first time I had heard of Menka's deterioration. Sonali had forced me to listen to her a couple of weeks earlier. I pulled my chair closer to Rahul and tried to explain my predicament. "Rahul," I began. "I could go and see your mother, but it would be futile. She would be able to tell in a second the reason why I had come. She would see that I was there not because I wanted reconciliation, but because of the pressure exerted upon me. I could actually make the situation worse. "

"But why is that impossible, why can't a reconciliation take place? Rahul interrupted. "Papa, Mom is truly sorry. She is ashamed of what she has done. Why can't you at least try to get over this? Why can't you even accept counseling? Why are you being so intransigent."

"Son," I began. "I'll try to explain, but please, just listen and try to understand. I have given that subject a lot of thought and I'll attempt to explain to you why I feel as I do.

"First of all your mother's infidelity was not a one time event, a temporary loss of judgment, a tipsy, unfortunate mistake that she hadn't planned or anticipated. Her affair was a cold, calculated affair that had been going on for months. She knew what she was doing and the possible consequences. She also knew what the discovery of her adultery would do to me, her loving husband - how it would totally devastate me.

"There is a very good reason why a certain phrase is inserted in almost all wedding vows. It was in mine and it was in yours as well. That phrase is 'forsaking all others.' I know that it sounds trite and old fashioned, but I now understand how important those words are - how critical they are to a marriage.

"Rahul, a marriage is built on love, commitment and trust. I really don't think that anything is as sacred as the physical union between two loving, committed adults and I truly believe that that cannot be shared because sharing it minimizes that love, that bond. That which is shared becomes less valuable and less significant. When a man and a wife join they become one, a union more significant that any partnership. When a spouse breaks those vows and shares himself or herself with another, they in effect are saying that they really do not value their union with their partner. He or she is saying that the physical intimacy in a marriage is not all that important or significant, it can be shared. I cannot accept that.

"Also, it isn't just the adultery, the infidelity that is difficult to overcome. It's also the lying, the cheating, the betrayal, the humiliation that is heaped upon the unsuspecting partner, the total lack of respect shown for the unsuspecting spouse. The cheater is, in effect, saying that the spouse is stupid, deserves to be betrayed, and that their union really does not have all that much value. The cheater may not recognize this motive, but it's there just the same. I truly believe that once the trust is destroyed, the union is over. If a partner cannot be trusted, then the foundation, upon which any partnership is based, is doomed.

"I know that many may view my stubbornness as bullheaded and intolerant - the bitterness of a fool who refuses to give his wife an opportunity to prove her love and loyalty. They may be right, but I can't help how I feel. I deeply feel the betrayal, the humiliation, the lessening of a sense of myself as a man and a husband. I just can't get over that, Rahul. I just can't."

"God, Papa. Don't you love Mom anymore?" he asked tearfully.

I couldn't help it, tears started streaming down my face. "I still love your mother, Rahul. That's the hell that I have to live with every day for the rest of my life." I choked out.
(TO BE CONTINUED)

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[Ramesh_Rocky]

SEX, LIES AND CONSEQUENCES
LAST PART


Sonali made attempts to speak with me about my divorce. She had remained close to Menka and was giving her whatever support she could. I quite calmly but emphatically told her that it was a topic that I didn't want to talk about. She got the message and dropped her attempts to get me to open up. Until, one day in my office........

"Sunil, please don't say one word. There's something that you should know and I don't want you to interrupt me." Sonali then took a deep breath. "Sunil, Menka is pregnant!"

I sat there with my mouth open, totally shocked. Then it hit me, I had completely forgotten about how I screwed around with her birth control pills. I hadn't really thought that what I did would prove so effective. Conflicting feelings zipped through my head. The first was regret; I really didn't want to wish this on Menka. This news only made our separation even more inevitable. I just shook my head and sat back in my chair.

Sonali had kept her eyes on me as I reacted to her news. She saw the shock and surprise. "Sunil, you know Menka. She absolutely refuses to even consider an abortion. She has decided to have the child and then give it up for adoption."

"Well, Sonali. Perhaps she should contact Prakash Mathoor and inform him that he's going to be a father again," I replied bitterly. I was immediately sorry for that remark and told Sonali that.

"In any event, Sonali. There's nothing that I can do. As you know, money is not a problem - Menka has plenty and is perfectly able to take the time off to have the baby. I wish her well."

"Damn, Sunil. You have really turned into one cold, heartless bastard." she snapped at me and turned and walked out of my office.

I sat there, stunned. I'm the cold, heartless bastard? I'm the one who screwed around for months behind my wife's back? I'm the one that cut out all sex because of a made-up disease? I realized then that I'll never understand women. When push comes to shove, they band together. Well, that's good in a way. Menka has someone upon which to lean. Good for them both, they deserve each other.

Well, over the next few months Sonali and I managed to regain at least a semblance of a working relationship, and eventually we regained our friendship. She began to understand how dramatically Menka's unfaithfulness affected me, how devastated I was. She had been so wrapped up in trying to get Menka out of her depression that she had lost sight of her part in our breakup.

It was one day in my office that Sonali told me that she finally saw my point of view. "I'm truly sorry, Sunil. I had been so concerned about Menka and what was happening to her that I completely minimized how you must have felt and are feeling. There's no question that you have been treated badly. Menka finally got through to me how horribly she had acted. Please forgive me?"

"Of course, Sonali. I'm just happy that Menka has such a good friend in you. I'm sure that you're a tremendous help to her. I hope that she is coping better?" The question in my voice was obvious.

Sonali nodded. "Yes, it seems that her pregnancy woke her up and made her realize that there was a life to lead. She is far from happy, but she's coping. I think that she'll be ok. She's considering two couples as possible potential parents for the baby. She's trying to keep busy.

I smiled; a bit relieved to hear that my ex-wife was managing, but I really didn't want to hear any more news from that direction.

Despite my feeble protests in that direction Sonali managed, now and then, here and there, to let me know what was happening with Menka. She was managing, but was dreadfully unhappy. She was getting through one day at a time. She was doing ok because of the baby - she wanted to be healthy so as not to harm the baby, etc., etc., etc.

I was doing the same, getting through life one day at a time. What no one knew what that I was terribly unhappy also. I missed Menka, missed her with every fiber of my being. I actually, a time or two, thought about trying to reconcile, but I knew, deep down, that that wouldn't work. I just couldn't forget the cheating, the adultery. I knew that I wouldn't be able to get over that. That probably says more about me as a person than Menka. Was I really a cold, heartless asshole? Doesn't everyone deserve another chance? Questions like these buffeted me - drove me nuts. Yet, when the day was done, I knew that I wouldn't be able to forget or forgive. Maybe I was a bad person after all, or just a weak one.

Everyday ended the same. I would leave work and rush home to my apartment. I would have a sandwich or something else that was moldering in the fridge. Then I would sit down with my first scotch of the day. I would watch the news on the TV and nurse that scotch. When the glass was empty I would refill it with fresh ice cubes and nurse the second scotch. Many times there was a third and occasionally a fourth. I knew that this was not a good thing. Was I turning into an alcoholic? I didn't think so, but really didn't care all that much. It wasn't affecting my work, so fuck it. It made me feel better.

I was now 50 years old and my future looked bleak. I know, I know. I have a profession, I make a lot of money, I can buy almost anything, within reason, I want. So I lost my wife, so what. It happens every day to someone, somewhere. I knew I had better stop feeling sorry for myself and make some decisions. One thing I did know, I was bored, really bored with corporate law. I went into work with my ass dragging and left the same way. I thought about shifting into criminal law. I knew that I would need some retraining. I started to really think about it. I also started to think about chucking it all and retiring. Maybe I'd take a cruise around the world. Shit, I didn't know what I wanted to do.

Sonali and I continued our friendship. No, there was nothing romantic - she was just a very dear friend, to both Menka and myself. She also remained a link between the two of us. A link I wasn't sure that I wanted, but was now reluctant to break. Sonali continued seeing Menka regularly, for lunch, some shopping, etc. - whatever women do.

One early afternoon, I was walking past a small eatery near my office, when I decided to stop in and get a cappuccino to go. As I waited at the counter, I glanced into the dining room and there sat Sonali and a very pregnant Menka. They didn't see me, but this was the first sight I had of my ex-wife since the confrontation in the Guest House room. I suddenly couldn't breathe; it was as if a giant iron fist had grabbed hold of my chest. I stumbled out of the door and, as quickly as I could, made my way back to my office.

I sat behind my desk and tried to regain control of my breathing. Goddamn it, it wasn't fair. Why should I have to suffer like this? Menka's betrayal should have extinguished any love I had for her. Why did the very sight of her cause me such pain? Shit, I was a complete mess. Was this the way my life was going to go?

For the first time since my break-up, I thought about seeing a shrink. Everyone had recommended that I do so, but I had ignored any such suggestion. I didn't think I had a problem - now I wasn't so sure. Was it actually possible that I could forget and forgive? I really didn't think so, but I also knew that I was miserable. I had to do something.

I don't know how long I sat there, ruminating. It could have been ten minutes or two hours. I looked up and saw Sonali standing in the doorway, leaning against the jamb.

"I saw you, you know," she said quietly. "I saw how you staggered out of the place. No, I didn't say anything to Menka, I saw no need to. Sunil, you've got to do something, you're going to drive yourself crazy."

I knew that she was right. I had to do something, but I wasn't yet sure what to do. I looked up at Sonali and she could see that I wasn't a happy camper.

"Sonali, do me a really big favor and just let me be for awhile. I know that I have to make some decisions, and I will, but right now I need to be alone, ok?"

Sonali nodded and left, shutting the door behind her. I just sat and stared at the closed door. I didn't know what the fuck to do. Then it came to me, I suddenly knew what I wanted to do. I wanted to get the hell away. Away from Menka, away from Sonali, away from the office. I needed a goddamn vacation. I know, not a huge epiphany, but real just the same.

I called the senior partner and told him that I was taking some time off. I had nothing pressing anyway and he asked when I would be back. I told him I had no idea. He chuckled and told me to have a good time. I went down, got into my car and I drove home, packed a couple of suitcases, and a garment bag. I was on the road by 5 p.m, headed to words Shimla. After reaching there next day I went into a real estate office, asked about accommodations and rented a very nice, furnished one bedroom condo with a wrap around balcony right near the mountain. I paid for two weeks up front and was moved in by the afternoon. I went out and bought some basic groceries. I thought about getting a couple of bottles of good scotch but decided against it. I wanted my head to be clear.

I enjoyed myself, I really did. I went out to dinner every night and had breakfast and lunch on the balcony of the condo. I started jogging on the beautiful Lon during the early morning and then walked through the city.
So, for about a week I sat and argued with myself, I jogged and argued with myself, I walked and argued with myself. I was miserable without Menka, that was a given. If I somehow managed an attempt to reconcile with her, I strongly suspected I would still be miserable. I seriously doubted that I would be able to forget and forgive.

What were my alternatives? I could try to get on with my life, try to forget Menka and how she fucked her lover in the bed of that Guest House. Shit, I tried that, I was even more miserable.

Another option would be to move, move away from that region of the country. Perhaps move down here in Shimla. That option looked very attractive to me. I had plenty of money, perhaps I would even get a license to practice here and open a small office. It would be easier to move on and forget.

But weren't the years together with my wife worth at least an attempt to get over her infidelity? I knew that I loved her, so why not at least give in and seek counseling, perhaps even see a shrink. Could I do that? Was it possible that I could get over her adultery? Or perhaps the easiest answer would be to just chuck it all and move.

I cursed, I swore, I sweated. I was on the horns of a dilemma, and I was tired of riding that bull. It took almost a week before I calmed down and become rational and that was when I came to a tentative conclusion about when I should do.

It was in the early afternoon when I picked up my cell phone and turned it on - it had been off since I left the office for my "vacation." I called Sonali at the office.

"Hi Sonali, it's me, Sunil," I tried to keep it light and sweet.

There was dead silence for a couple of seconds, then she erupted. "You rotten son-of-a-bitch," she screamed. "How dare you scare the shit out of me that way. How dare you disappear without a word to anyone."

I tried to tell her that I had cleared my absence, but she just keep yelling at me. I waited until she finally ran out of breath and interrupted.

"Shut the fuck up, Sonali. I had to get away, don't you understand that. You yourself told me I was going nuts. I just wanted to get away to think, to try to come to some conclusions. Shit, I needed to get away," I said plaintively.

Sonali was quiet then she answered softly. "Ok, Sunil, I guess I understand. We can't talk now, I have someone waiting to see me."

I quickly told her that I would call her that evening. She interrupted and said, "I'm going out for dinner with Menka tonight, Sunil. How about I give you a call after I get home, and keep your cell phone on."

I received a call from Sonali at exactly 7:16 p.m that evening. "Sunil, Sunil," Sonali was breathless. "Sunil, Menka hemorrhaged at the restaurant. God, there was blood everywhere. The restaurant administration called ambulance. The paramedics just put her in the ambulance. I'm following to the hospital. I'll call you as soon as I know anything. Keep your phone near you."

"Sonali, what hospital? What did the medics say? .............." But I received no answer, Sonali was already gone.

I paced, I sat, I went out on the balcony. At exactly 8:36 p.m., my cell phone rang. It was Sonali and she was sobbing.

"Sunil, there were complications," she managed to get out. The last words I heard, before dropping the phone, was Sonali wailing "Sunil, she's dead, Menka's dead
(FINISH)

[Ramesh_Rocky]

A SINFUL SWAP


PART1

It was a wonderful day at work. I was on my way home and I was now on vacation for two weeks. As I drove home I thought about all of the stuff I was going to have to pack for our vacation. My wife and I were taking our step-daughter and new son in law to Manali to do a little skiing.

I met my present wife Dipika 2 years back in a medical conference at Delhi. My first wife Sunita died in a terrible car accident 10 years ago. I am a doctor by profession; actually I am a well known heart specialist. My wife Dipika is also an M.D. But after our marriage she left her practice and started staying home fulltime as a complete homemaker. I did not force her about this; she decided quitting her practice on her own will. Anyway at 40 she is still quite attractive and sexy. Her first husband, Dr. Manish divorced her when he found her in bed with his best friend. Dipika always says that it was the greatest mistake of her life. Before our marriage she confessed everything about her past to me. I ignored her past because I was in hurry to marry her as soon as possible and take her to my bed. But I must say in the past 2 years of our happy marriage life she was totally faithful and devoted to me. Our understanding was good and our sex life was awesome. At this age of 40 Dipika still fucks me at lest 4-5 times every week. Now let me come to the actual story.

As I got off of the highway and I made my way through the neighborhood I had my list formulated in my head.

Once I was home, I was alone so I took a bath and began to pack my bags. I saw Dipika already had her bags packed and looked ready to go. I decided to peek into my wife's bags to see is she packed any of her sexy stuff. She certainly did. She had few low cut sexy blouses and some erotic panties, a couple of her favorite transparent saree’s along with her jeans, and her birth control pill’s. Wow I thought to myself, it is going to be a fun vacation. I finished packing and put my bags along with my wife's in the living room by the front door.

About 15 minutes later my wife came home from the neighbor’s house. She asked the neighbor to watch our house and to get our mail to make it look as if we were home so we wouldn't have a break in. The neighbors were happy to do it. My wife, as you know, who is only 40 came over to me and sat on my lap and kissed me. She told me she was glad we were going to take a trip to get away from home. She kissed me again and again and she said she wanted to show me how much she appreciated it as she slid off of my lap onto her knees in front of me. Dipika unbuttoned my pants and pulled my zipper down. I raised my ass so she could pull my pants down to my ankles.

She crawled between my legs and began kissing my belly ever so slowly kissing her way down towards my now rock hard cock. I felt her soft lips as they touched the head of my cock. Then I felt the hot sensation of the inside of her mouth on my cock as she went down farther on me. I told her that our daughter and son in law were going to be here any minute. Her head began to bob up and down a little faster. I ran my fingers through her hair and held her head. I knew they would be here soon so I figured I better cum quickly. I closed my eyes and began to fantasize that it was my sexy step-daughter Shweta giving me head. My step-daughter Shweta is very pretty and sexy. She looks very similar to my wife.

I soon felt that tingle in my balls and I fantasized Shweta was looking up at me with those dark brown eyes as her tongue slid across my cock from my balls to the tip. Just then I began to cum. I pumped jet after jet of cum into my wife's mouth. Her head never came off of me and she swallowed the entire load. Just then our daughter and son in law pulled into the driveway. I pulled up my pants and stood up. My wife stood up and grabbed her bags and walked out to greet them. If only they new that my cum was in her mouth. We all piled into their car and left.

It was going to be a long ride there. We had to drive well into the night and then into the early morning hours. My wife and I were in the back seat while our son in law was driving and Shweta sat next to him. Dipika decided to lay down to get a nap. She positioned herself so her head was in my lap. Well, my wife didn't have a nap on her mind. She quietly unbuttoned my jeans and pulled my zipper down. Oh my god I couldn't believe how wild my wife was acting inside the car with our daughter just a couple feet away. Dipika pulled my stiffening cock out and began to quietly suck it. Bingo! I was hard as steel again. Dipika just laid there licking the underside of my cock. It felt wonderful. Soon I felt pre cum dripping down my shaft but my hungry wife licked it clean.

I felt that familiar feeling in my balls and my wife knew I was about to cum. She pulled my cock into her mouth just as I came. Again Dipika swallowed everything. I looked up to see if they had noticed and I thought I saw Sandeep, our son in law looking at the action in the read view mirror. My wife quietly tucked my cock back into my pants and quietly zipped them back up. With the position in which my wife was laying allowed me easy access to her most private parts. I started by massaging her breasts through her sweater. Soon however I had to slide my hand up under her sweater. I quickly found the front clasp of her bra and skillfully unhooked it. Now I was able to slide my fingers under her cup and caress her soft breast. I could feel my wife's nipples harden under my palm. I played with her breasts for a few moments like we were two kids in high college again.

Finally I removed my hand and loosened the knot of her petticoat. I quietly pulled her saree slightly from her soft belly. Now I was able to slide my hand into her petticoat. It was already loosen but when your step-daughter and son in law are in the front seat and you’re trying to be inconspicuous about it well, that's about as much as I was going to get. I wasn't able to get good penetration from this position but I was able to rub her slit and clit. Using my hand which was down her petticoat and inside her panties I quietly began to slide my hand up and down. Her slit became very wet. I could feel her clit stiffening as I continued.

Her breathing became a little heavier. I don't know if it was the thought of being in the car with other people or what, but my wife came quickly. Now this was difficult for Dipika because she is a screamer and moaner. When she cums she usually lets everyone in the neighborhood know she is cumming. But this time was different. Our daughter and son in law were in the car with us and my poor wife had to cum and not make a peep. Dipika buried her face in my lap and came. My lap muffled the little sound she made and I don't think anyone up front heard her. I withdrew my hand and tightened the knot of her petticoat and pulled down her saree to cover her soft belly and deep naval.
(TO BE CONTINUED)

[Ramesh_Rocky]

A SINFUL SWAP


LAST PART

We dozed off for a while and then when we woke up we were pulling into the ski lodge. We all walked into the main office together and waited behind another couple at the service desk. Finally the other couple left and went to the desk. We signed in since we already had reservations. The man at the desk gave us two sets of keys and told us we had cabin 237. He told us to just drive up that secondary road as he pointed to it and it would be the last cabin on the left. We piled back into the car and drove down the road. Soon we were at our cabin. It was a small quaint looking cabin from the outside. We entered and were amazed at how nice the place was. We were all so tired from the drive and it was really late so we just crashed and fell asleep.

The next day came and we all hurried up to get to the ski lift. We had a fun filled day skiing. The resort also had a sled run so we headed for that. It was a blast. My wife and I went down on the sled together and nearly wiped out on the first turn. Soon we were all tired from the day’s events and we decided to make our way back to our cabin. On the way back Sandeep asked me if I minded switching room with them. He said he just preferred sleeping in the back of the cabin as opposed to the front. I said sure, no problem. When we arrived at the cabin it was already dark. We all took a hot showers one after another and some how I was last one. The water was lukewarm at best. What a bummer. After freezing my ass off all day I was really looking foreword to a hot shower. I just dealt with it and showered quickly. We all decided that we would eat then sit around the small table and play cards. By the time I got out of the shower and dressed the women already had dinner prepared. Sandeep and I quickly switched our luggage from one room to the other. We made our way into the living room of the cabin and sat down to eat. We ate some chicken pakora’s and some other fries. My wife and Shweta were sitting in their nighties and Sandeep and I had on just Bermudas and tee shirts.
Dinner was over and we broke out the cards. We also broke out the alcohol. Shweta walked over to the attached restaurant in the ground floor and brought a fifth of Bacardi rum and a two liter of Coke back with her. Let me tell you my step-daughters nightie left not much to the imagination. The hem was just below her ass and left quite a bit of cleavage showing. Come to think of it as I looked at Dipika they had the same exact nightie on. I asked them about the matching apparel and they said they went shopping for them the other day. I complimented them on their purchase and we started playing cards.

Soon we were nearing the end of the first bottle of Bacardi and we were all feeling quite well. This time Dipika went to the Restaurant counter and brought another bottle and another two liter of coke back to the table. As we played cards we continued to drink. About half way through the second bottle I couldn't drink any more. Dipika and Shweta were just giggling and carrying on. Sandeep and I both had enough and we excused ourselves to go to bed. The ladies said they would be in shortly and they wanted to finish their drinks first. Sandeep went to his room and I went to mine. I undressed to nothing as my wife and I always sleep naked. I climbed under the blanked and closed my eyes. The room had a slight spin to it from all of the alcohol. Soon I dozed off.

I was awakened shortly when I heard the bedroom door close. I heard footsteps leading to the bed and I heard a nightie falling to the floor. I dozed back off for a moment only to wake up again to the feel of a soft hand caressing my chest. Soon the hand slid down my hip and thigh and then back up to my chest. The hand slid down my thigh again. By now my cock was nearing full attention and rock hard. This time the hand slid across my balls. I felt my wife's finger nails drag along my balls and then up the underside of my cock. It felt magnificent. She kept using only her finger nails to tease my cock. I was enjoying the sensations when I realized something. I froze. My wife doesn't have long finger nails. In fact she chews hers off. I thought to myself for a moment. Could it be??? Could it be the long finger nails scbanging the underside of my rock hard cock were those of my step-daughters??? Could my fantasy be coming true? If this was my step-daughter then where was my wife??? I thought to myself, Oh my god, my wife and daughter must not have known we changed rooms!!! Then I realized where my wife was. I heard moaning coming from the next room! Sandeep was fucking my wife and didn't know it.

I couldn't stand it any more. The thought of my step-daughter dragging those sexy long red nails over my cock was all I could take. She must have sensed I was going to cum. Shweta re-positioned herself on the bed. I was about to blow a wad on her sexy fingers when I felt something out of this world. Just as I came I felt something warm sliding over my cock. I started pumping cum out and I realized Shweta had taken my cock into her mouth about half way. She sucked on my cock and swallowed every drop like she was drinking through a straw. The thought of my daughter swallowing her step-fathers load kept me rock hard. Especially since she thought it was her husbands cum.

Before I knew it Shweta got up and straddled my chest. I could feel her wet pussy sliding across my chest as she made her way up to my face. As soon as she was in position, my step-daughter sank her pussy down on her my face. I reached up and cupped her ass, her oh so soft and firm ass. I pulled my step-daughter closer to me as I tongued her pussy. She tasted magnificent! I could hear my wife moaning next door and that really turned me on even more. I probed my tongue into my step-daughters hot wet hole as far as I could. I kept caressing her ass as I lapped at her pussy. I let my hands wander down the back of her legs and then down to her calf's. God my fantasy was coming true. I slid my hands back up her sexy legs to her ass and pulled her closer to me. I began flicking my tongue over her now engorged clit. I heard Shweta’s breathing getting heavier. I continued using my tongue to lick from the base of her clit to the top. She began to moan loudly. I pressed my lips over her clit and sucked on it. That was it. My step-daughter began to tremble and cum. Right in the middle of Shweta’s orgasm I pressed a finger on her ass hole. She just about screamed from the sensations. I did it! Shweta began to shoot off a string of multiple orgasms. Soon she came a fourth and a fifth time. By now the tip of my finger was inside of my step-daughters ass hole and she came again. I drank all of her juices as they flowed out of her pussy and onto my mouth.

My step-daughter pulled off of my face and moved down my body. She straddled my lap and then sank her hot wet pussy down on her step-fathers cock. Shweta leaned down and kissed me. It was no father daughter kiss that's for sure. After the first kiss I had my tongue in my step-daughters mouth. Shweta was a very skilled kisser. Our tongues continued to dance in each others mouths. Shweta began to slide her hot cunt up and down on my rock hard cock. Soon Shweta sat upright and began to do some serious riding. I reached up and cupped her breasts and fondled her nipples. Her nipples were slightly longer than Dipika’s and I couldn't stop playing with them. But Shweta lowered them to my face as she rode me and I lapped at her hard nipples.
I bit on her nipples and scbangd my teeth against it as I pulled my mouth away. Shweta moaned her approval. I reached up and cupped both of her tits and pressed them together and took both of her nipples into my mouth at the same time. This time I sucked on both nipples at once and my daughter began to cum again. Her pussy was slamming up and down on her step-fathers cock as I sucked her nipples. I felt her whole body trembling as she climaxed. My step-daughter rolled off of me and rolled onto her back. I rolled over and was in between her legs. Her legs were parted and I slid my cock right into her wet hole. I began to pump my cock in and out. I lowered my head and again kissed my step-daughters mouth hard. I reached to my sides and grabbed her by her ankles and raised her legs up to my shoulders. As soon as her legs were up on my shoulders she began to cum again. I thought to myself that my step-daughter is a real nympho. I kept pounding her wet hole and soon her orgasm subsided. Shweta got off of me and positioned herself on her hands and knees. I grabbed a hold of her hips and moved closer. My step-daughter reached under and grabbed my cock and pulled it to her wet opening. I pushed a little and was back into her hot pussy. I got into a good rhythm as I thrust my cock in and out of Shweta. But now Shweta stopped. I just froze as she pulled off of my cock. I thought to myself, did she realize that I was not Sandeep? Instead she reached under and took my cock in her soft hand. She guided my cock back to her but only this time it was at a higher position. I couldn't believe it. Shweta wanted me to fuck her in her ass. Since my cock just came out of her pussy it was well lubed. She lined up the head and it was pressing on her ass hole. Immediately I heard her breathing change.

I pushed a little and I felt Shweta relax as my head slid into her ass hole. I could hear the head board banging up against the wall in the other room and I knew my wife was getting hammered good. I continued to use mini strokes. Slowly in and slowly out. Soon I was half way in my step-daughters ass. I proceeded slowly and in no time at all I was in all the way. I began to slowly fuck Shweta in the ass. Soon she began to push back at me as if to get fucked harder, so I began to thrust a little harder. I reached under Shweta and pinched her nipples. Her heavy breathing now changed to soft moans. I continued to tweak her nipples as I fucked her ass.

Slowly and seductively I slid my hand from her breasts to her stomach and then down to her navel. I ran my fingers through her pubic hair until I reached her pussy. It was dripping. I rubbed the slit of Shweta’s cunt as I rocked back and forth pumping my cock in and out of her ass hole. She began to moan loudly. I started rubbing her clit with my finger. Just then I felt that familiar tingle in my balls. I was going to explode soon. Just then Shweta started to cum violently. I rubbed her clit while I filled her ass hole with my cock. I thought to myself my god my step-daughter was kinky. That was all I could take. I began to cum again. This time I came in Shweta’s ass. Wave after wave, spurt after spurt I came inside my Shweta’s ass. Shweta collapsed onto the mattress and I rolled off to the side and laid next to her.

I fell asleep. When I awoke I was alone. I put on my Bermudas and went to take a shower. After showering I went to the living room and there were my wife and my step-daughter, each one sleeping on two separate couches. Both of their asses were exposed as their nighties were up high around their waists. Soon Sandeep came out of his room and we all met in the living room. Everyone acted like nothing happened. I think Sandeep thought he fucked his wife and I think my wife thinks it was me banging her last night. But I know that's not how it was. The women never knew Sandeep and I swapped rooms last night.

As we ate breakfast I looked at my step-daughters hands and sure enough she was the one with the long nails. I looked at my wife's hands and there were no nails. Looking back at Shweta’s hands I could see my dried cum on her red glossy finger nails. It was then that I knew for sure that we sinfully swapped partners.
(FINISH)

[Ramesh_Rocky]

FOR THE BETTERMENT OF MY WIFE

PART1

My wife Manju and I were high college sweet hearts. We used to stay in the same residential area and used to meet at every social function in the locality. I knew her from my kinder garden college. Our parents new each other very well and they were “neighbors turned to friends”. Over the years the bond between us increased gradually. Now, Manju is not only my love but also my best friend. We understand each other very well and I have a very clear idea of her likes and dislikes. Our marriage was successful at first because I knew how to make her happy and she always allowed me to decide what’s good for her. She trusted me more than her life. Things changed when we found out that our first child Chinki (now 9 years) was mentally handicapped. We were struggling to cope with the situation when another disaster hit us. Two years back our second child Pinku died in a terrible bus accident while returning from college with Manju. Manju could not handle the pain and her nervous break down started occurring frequently. But I took help from the best doctors of the city and help her to get out from that situation. But frustration was her biggest problem. She completely lost interest in life. She was loosing weights and her health was deteriorating day by day. Once she even tried to commit suicide but luckily her attempt was unsuccessful.

I tried every possible ways I could found to make her happy and bringing back her interest in life. Sex between us was very irregular. She lost interest in sex too.


Last year, a friend of mine was visiting from Bangalore and was staying with us for few days. His wife remained at home, far away. Actually he was transferred from Bangalore head quarter of our office to our city branch. He was staying with us and searching for a good rented apartment near our area. One evening we all went out to dinner. Manju, was dressed in a long blue kurta over white tight round payjama over her sexy slender body. I knew she wore a white lace bra, the outlines of which just peeked out from beautiful tight kurta encasing her incompressible hemispherical breasts. All throughout dinner I could tell that my friend was absolutely charmed by her looks. He seemed particularly fond of Manju's attention in his conversation. My friend from Bangalore was also a very good looking and handsome man. On that night, something was keeping my wife excited too. My friend was certainly not above stealing glances down her top and at her lovely mounds. Every time I saw him doing so it, sent electricity to my groin. Not only that, internally I was very happy when I saw that my frustrated wife was enjoying and having some fun after a very long time.

I had an idea! The last few years were like a long nightmare to us. Our sexual life was boring and dull. “Let’s take the help of this welcoming situation”, I thought in my mind. I then started to think how will she react if I propose Manju to be his bed partner for tonight? When my friend got up from the table to go to the gents room, I leaned over to Manju and said that how would she like to put her pink saree to work in night like old days?" She got a big smile on her face and said,” no no! Not tonight, no chance! ." I replied “not for me! “WHAT” Her mouth dropped open and her eyes widened. She was speechless. She had understood what I meant. She had insisted to buy that very expensive shear pink saree from Mumbai 10 years back. I agreed with the condition that every time she wears it she would let me fuck her as per my wish. She could wear it 3-4 times in the last 10 years or so. It was still in the pack like a brand new saree.

Before she could answer, my friend returned. We ordered ice cream and I found god was helpful to me that night because Manju gathered up some nerve and decided to spice up the conversation responding to the excitements of life. "How you are going to live so long without your wife! ”she asked seductively. My friend little amazed didn't know what to say. I laughed and said looking in her eyes that it was unfortunate that we do not have assistance here. Unmistakably our mind was conveying through eyes.

When we later got up my friend deliberately let her move ahead and lustily watched her beautiful wide hips below narrow waist as she moved through the door.

We arrived home at 11 pm. My friend asked if we could wake him up early so that he could run some preparations in the morning for his day’s meeting. Manju said sure, she would take care of it. We all took our turns in the bathroom and prepared for bed. My friend made mention of how comfortably he had slept the previous night and that the old wood big bed was quite a nice change. Manju suddenly said "but it squeaks.” My friend shot a glance at me. "I am a silent sleeper!”, I answered quickly. Getting a nasty idea he blushed and smiled at her.

I went into our bedroom and Manju followed. I decided to push her on it. "Well….now are you ready for it?” I asked her seductively. She knew what I meant and her heart began racing. She was terribly excited that night after a long time. A twinkle in her eye had accepted that. I went to her and held her hand. It was cold and damp. A confused look crossed her pretty face. It was now or never for me, so taking a deep breath I slipped my spare hand onto her payjama, racking the fabric, tracing the cleft of her trim little bottom. It was hot, pulpy and soaked. Trying to hide her condition, she tried to pull away, but I had her in a tighter grip by then. In my best ' Masterful voice,' I asked her just how badly he has agitated her, burrowing my finger hard into the crease at the back of her payjama. Holding my breath, I whispered in her ear " please pink saree for him!. "Unable to sustain any more, without a word Manju went to the closet and got it. She unbuttoned her kurta, moved it up and then I saw her wearing a matching pink blouse slowly dropping her bra over her breast. She then unfastens her payjama and peeled it to floor. I could understand that below her pink blouse her nipples were now fully erect. She had complete intoxicated eyes, heavy from what I had filled in her mind. I was getting harder and harder too. She was shaking slightly. Looking at her while she was being ready to sleep with another man, was too much for me. I reached between her legs and again felt her female heat. She would be too much for any man to resist, but I restrained myself. Her full bosoms in saree were visible like moon mounds. Little shaky and moving little away she whispered, "please! " I responded by giving her a deep wet kiss, caressing her wide sexy mounds, turning her around to face the door and giving her a gentle push and murmured huskily "have all the fun and give him the best of you.” She turned her head and looked towards our daughter Chinki who was sleeping on our bed. I understood her concern and signaled her through my eyes that I will watch her. Actually our daughter needs help every time she goes to toilet and because she was mentally handicapped we never kept her alone. We had one lady attendant to take care of her in the day time.

Manju turned the door handle with unsteady hands and went out into the hall. She crept down the lobby to the guest room door, not looking at me knocked gently on the door.
(TO BE CONTINUED)