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Ramesh_Rocky · 07-05-2019, 11:50 AM

CONFESSION OF A CUCKOLD

PART9
We spent some time there, but my mind was entirely on Vidya. I wanted to go home and talk to her as soon as possible. I decided finally to call her. We had come there during office time and Vidya also should be in her office right now. All I had to do was to call up her office and check if she was there now. I excused myself and told my friends that I was not feeling well and I was going home. They agreed and I went away.

I called up Vidya's office and soon the receptionist picked it up. I requested her to connect call to Vidya but told her that I was friend rather than her husband. It seemed that she knew Vidya quite well. She told me that Vidya had just left around 5 minutes back. I was surprised at this as it was just around 2:30 PM and she normally left office at about 5. I asked her if she knew where she went. She said she didn't know, but she left with a man in his car. He was driving a black colored Marcidize benz.

I knew the car. It was one of the cars that Akram drove. I felt very faint and odd. My wife was cheating on me. Even after I gave her permission to have sex with Akram, she was cheating me with him. It was very disappointing for me. I felt sick and went home immediately and waited for Vidya.

Vidya came home quite late at about 6. I opened the door for her. She looked quite stunning in a sleeveless black top and knee length denim skirt. She looked surprised that I was home so early.
"Hello darling, how are you? How come you are home so early?" She put her purse on the sofa and sat down.
"I was not feeling well so I came early." I also sat down beside her. She looked at me and then touched my arm.
"Vidya, I wanted to talk to you about something. I want straight and honest answer from you." She turned towards me and looked in my eyes.
"Of course darling, what is it?" She touched my hand and then wrapped her fingers around mine. I thought for a moment carefully sifting my words.
"I know that you have been meeting Akram. Why did you need to cheat on me when I myself was ready to allow you to have physical relation with him?" Vidya looked taken aback, but composed herself quickly. But she admitted my accusation.
"Darling I am so sorry. I really wanted to tell you about this, but Akram insisted that he wanted to keep it secret for some time as he suspected it may hurt your feelings. I am really sorry." She looked genuine about this.
“I can’t understand why he thought like that. It was my idea from the binging; it was me who wanted to make the fantasy real. It’s me who initiated these events. Then Why?”

“Well he didn’t want to take any risk. You know from last couple of month we were attracted to each other like magnet. If some how your emotion gets heart and you wanted to back out from your decision then? We have reached a long way Ravi. We cant just back out from this relation.”

"So how long have you been meeting each other?" I asked her as she looked honestly pained at my disappointment with her. She slowly put her head on my shoulders and kissed me lightly.

"Almost immediately after we met at Odyssey for dinner. The very next day he called me on my mobile and requested me to have lunch with him in a restaurant which is located very near to my office. At first I said no to him but he continued to request me again and again. I couldn’t resist the excitement of meeting him alone. So we met. We have been meeting since, almost 8 months now. But I thought you won't mind it much because you like getting cuckolded. So I continued to meet him."
She looked in my eyes to see if I was hurt. She apologized to me once again and kissed me. I knew this was all wrong and I should be angry at her for cheating me. But one part of me was almost excited because my faithful wife of 8 years was cheating me for a rich and handsome businessman. The change in her after meeting Akram was astonishing. She was pretty simple before our meeting with Akram. Now she was damn attractive and almost glamorous.

Before meeting Akram, she almost always used to wear simple Punjabi dresses or sari. But after we had met Akram, she almost always wore westerns all the time. Even when she wore a sari, she would wear a sleeveless blouse to make it look sexy. Before we met Akram, she always complained about high heels. Now she wore nothing but high heels. Earlier she wore make up only when we went to some function or party. Now I could see her wearing make up every day. Akram had turned my shy and simple wife into a sexy and glamorous woman. As she sat there looking in my eyes, my eyes were rested on her sexy naked arms and her lovely big tits. I should have been angry, but instead I just melted and slowly kissed her on lips.

"Vidya, I am not jealous, but I would want to know if you are meeting him." I kissed her lips slowly. She also wrapped her arms around me and put her head on my shoulders.

"I am sorry darling. From now on, I will let you know if I am meeting Akram. But you have to understand we can’t just back out now. If you can handle your emotion then we don’t have any problem to inform you what we are doing" And with that matter ended. I should have been angry with her and admonished her. Instead melted by her sexy tits and her sexy figure, I forgave her and just got a confirmation that she will let me know if she is meeting Akram. But this incident made some distance between me and Akram. I stopped internet chatting with him completely.
(To Be Continued)

Ramesh_Rocky · 07-05-2019, 11:51 AM

CONFESSION OF A CUCKOLD

PART10

Vidya kept her word and she told me whenever she met Akram. Sometimes I also went out with them socially and I was surprised to find the chemistry between Vidya and Akram. They would touch each other on the slightest pretext. And Vidya would often talk to him in whispering tone as if they had some secret they didn't want to share with me. But this excited me even more.

One day, after I came back from office, I found Vidya wearing a yellow colored sari and a black sleeveless blouse over it. She normally never wore sari at home. She was wearing a perfume as well and her forehead sported a sexy designer bindi. She looked sexy as hell with her naked luscious arms. She closed the door behind me.

"Hello, I was trying to call you for almost 1 hour. You were not in network range." I put my bag on the sofa and sat down.

"Yes, I was in a meeting and had switched my phone down. What happened?" I wiped seat from my forehead and turned the fan on. My eyes ran over my wife's luscious and plump figure and immediately sensed that something was up. She was wearing light make up and a bright red lipstick on her lips. She came over to me and sat down beside me.

"I wanted to ask if we can invite Akram for dinner here. But you were not reachable and so I took the liberty of asking him to come over for dinner. I hope its ok with you." I simply melted with dazzling smile she gave me. So there it was; the reason why she was so decked up today.

She slowly brushed my hair with her hand and kissed me. I looked in her eyes.

"Is it just dinner or is he staying over?" I almost knew that this was not going to be just a social call. Vidya touched my face and ran her finger tips over my lips.

"It depends on what you want darling. If you want this to be just a social visit, we can make it that way. But if you allow, we can make it more interesting." She kissed my ears lightly.

“So tell me Jaan what you really want. Would you like Akram sleeping with me in our bedroom while I make you sleep on sofa? Would you like to be cuckolded in your own home? I felt her hot breath on my face as she slowly kissed my cheeks. Her hand went inside my pants as she slowly played with my dick. The images of Akram and Vidya naked in bed flashed in my mind. She smiled as she noticed it was rising. She kissed me lightly and laughed.

"Shall I take it that Akram can sleep over?" She touched my erect but still small 5 inch dick. I smiled at her and then kissed her.

"All right honey, I won't mind. But tell me one thing honestly, in past eight months did you ever slept with him"

“You will not get angry na” she asked being very serious.
‘No just tell me the truth” I said
“Many times. More than three four times I have even spent nights with him in his apartment too.” She looked very calm when she said this.
I was surprised like hell. When? How? I became speechless.

Every time you went on your office tours. But I never slept with him after I promise you that I will inform you when I will meet him. Vidya kissed my lips lightly before she got up from sofa.

"All right then, I have cooked non vegetarian for us and vegetarian for you. We just need to heat it when we have dinner. Can you please take care of that for me?" I also got up and went in the bed room to change.

"OK, I will take care of heating the food." I said and then went in the bathroom for a wash. I watched TV for some time after change as Vidya worked in the bedroom. After that I also went in the bedroom. It was about 7:30 PM and the door bell rang. Vidya turned around and went to open the door. I also got up and went just to the door of the bedroom, but didn't directly go to the hall. I could see Vidya opening the door. It was Akram and he came in.
“Hi…. you look stunning today. But where is Ravi?
"Ravi just came from office. He is in the bedroom” Vidya replied.
The moment she said this, he immediately pulled Vidya in his arms and kissed her hard on lips. She seemed like protesting but soon she melted in Akram's arms and wrapped her hands around him and they continued smooching. Akram's hands were squeezing and mauling my wife's big ass as they smooched. After what seemed to me like an eternity, they finally broke the kiss and Vidya wiped her lips.
with her hand.
She wrapped her hand around Akram's arm and then slowly walked over to the sofa with him. They both sat down side by side and Akram wrapped his arm around her and kept his hand on Vidya's naked arm. I came out from the bedroom as Vidya shouted “Ravi…… Akram is here.”
I sat down on sofa that was kept facing their set.
"So Ravi, how are you?"Akram asked me while he caressed Vidya's arm slowly. Vidya leaned over to him and then placed her head on shoulder. "Oh he is nice. He is great. He had a nice hard on when I asked him if you could sleep with me in our bed and if he would be ok with sleeping on sofa." Vidya spoke before I answered.
“Thanks….That’s so nice of you Ravi” -Akram said and they both started laughing on this.
"Do you want anything to drink darling?"- Vidya asked Akram. She adjusted the chop in her hair. It was tied and neatly spread on her back. As she did so, I saw Akram looking at my wife's big breasts.
"I don't mind some tea if you are ok"-Akram said. He leaned back in the sofa and made himself comfortable. Vidya turned to me and to my utter surprise asked me to make tea.
"I am sorry darling, but I really don't want to spoil my sari. Can you please make it and take it here?" She smiled at me."All right, I will make some tea." I turned towards the kitchen and started making tea. It took me about 10 minutes to make tea and as I came back in the hall, I found that it was empty. Then I noticed that there was some noise of laughing in the bedroom and turned towards it.
I saw Akram sitting on our bed and Vidya sitting in his lap. They broke their kiss just as I entered the bedroom. Vidya gently removed the pallu of her sari and pushed it aside as her sexy breasts came in full view of Akram. She looked sexy as hell as she sat on his lap. Just as I entered, she turned towards me.
"Ravi, how can you be so late? Anyway, Akram has changed his mind now. Instead of tea, now he wants my breast milk. So we may not drink anything." Akram also laughed. Then Vidya wrapped her arms around Akram's head and pulled it towards her lovely breasts. Akram buried his head in her big cleavage as Vidya threw her head back and sighed. Then she said to me “Ravi I feel Akrams mother didn’t gave him much when he was a baby” and started laughing.
Akram didn’t say anything; He was slowly massaging her breasts hard as Vidya moaned loudly in front of my eyes. I wanted to protest, but instead was intensely excited at the sight that Akram feasting on my wife's big breasts. Her breasts were still trapped in the blouse, but Akram's rough handling was arousing Vidya and she was twisting and turning in his lap. Suddenly he stopped and slapped her breasts with his hand. Vidya cried out slightly and opened her eyes. "Open these milk pots for me darling. I am so thirsty." Akram slowly rubbed Vidya's breasts once more. Vidya looked towards me and said “you no Ravi we both enjoy breast feeding very much”. I understood they were playing a game to arouse me as much as possible. This is also a type of role playing. While they will enjoy each other they want me to observe and enjoy being humiliated. Vidya knows very well how much I love breast feeding. She always used her breasts to control me when she wanted something.

She slowly unhooked her blouse one by one and then pulled the blouse cups aside. To my surprise, she wasn't wearing any bra. She raised her hands and then slowly pulled the blouse aside. Akram immediately buried his head in her sexy milk pots even before she had removed blouse completely. Vidya's body shivered for a moment before she threw her blouse at me and then smiled.
“Why don’t you smell this blouse while I am feeding him.” She laughed with contempt as Akram started kissing and licking her big breasts. Akram was making a peculiar sound while sucking her nipples hard.
Suddenly she cried out as she looked down on Akram's face. "Oh god Akram, I love it when you suck me like this. She took her left breast in her hand and slowly pushed it towards Akram's mouth and said “Akram suck this one also na”. Akram obliged her again. "Oh Akram, please suck my tits hard. It feels so good when you do that." Akram's hands were roughing up her big ass as he sucked Vidya's tits. She was running her hands through his hair and was sighing wildly as she twisted in his arms. "You have got sexiest pair of breasts I have ever seen Vidya. I feel like sucking them all night." Vidya turned her head towards me and said “Ravi if we ever decide to make babies you have to promise me that you will keep Akram away from me, otherwise your baby will not get any nourishment from me”. I didn’t like that bad joke but obviously my cock liked it.

Akram then buried his face in my wife's breasts as she moaned and sighed. Her face was contorted with pleasure and excitement. Akram was rubbing her naked breasts hard as he feasted on them. “That’s enough” Vidya cried. “Let’s finish our dinner other wise you will end up fucking me in front of my husband”. After Akram released her Vidya started wearing her blouse. She quickly served our dinner and we also finished it more quickly.

After our dinner was over they retired to our bedroom and closed the door from inside. I sat on sofa and switched on the T.V. I then tried to concentrate on a discovery channel program but failed to do so. I was in a constant aroused state. Suddenly I saw one bedroom window was slightly open, they somehow forgot to close it properly. I went near it. My heart was beating like a dram when I found that I could see them inside. I saw vidya was benting forward so that her ass was raised high in the air. Akram moved behind my wife and then slapped her ass for a couple of times. Vidya laughed. “Hey…what are you doing?”-She whispered. Vidya's face was touching the bed and her ass was raised high in the air. I could see Akram holding and adjusting his cock against Vidya's cunt. Then with one swift motion, he slowly pushed forward. I saw Vidya's face contorting as she bit her lips. "Ohh Akram, please push it slowly jaan. You are not small like my husband and you stretch me lot more than him." Akram was holding her waist with his hands as he slowly started fucking my wife with smooth slow strokes. Vidya grimaced as Akram's strokes continued and gathered momentum. Her mouth was open and her body was moving in small moves. Akram was lightly caressing her naked back as he fucked her. Vidya was also matching every stroke of him with her stroke as she moved her ass back and forth. Akram's strokes had gathered momentum now and he was fucking my wife furiously. Vidya was sighing and moaning with every stroke as Akram's massive cock went in and out of her cunt. "Vidya darling, you are such a sexy bitch. I feel like fucking you all night baby." I could easily smell Vidya's juices flowing out of her cunt. Small beads of perspiration were gathering on her back as well as on Akram's chest as he fucked her furiously. Vidya was too busy getting fucked out. Her eyes were closed now and she was turning her face from one side to another. Vidya's mouth was gaping open now as Akram took her cunt hard. Akram stopped for a moment as he bent forward and slowly wrapped his arms around Vidya's chest and slowly grabbed her breasts in his palms. After few minutes of molesting he released her boobs. Vidya got on her hands and knees and Akram continued fucking her harder than before. Her breasts were bobbing up and down in the air as her body swayed to Akram's strokes. Her face was contorted with pleasure that Akram's cock was giving her. Suddenly I saw Akram's body stiffening and I sensed that probably he was coming. "Oh Akram, please don’t come inside me…please”-Vidya shouted. But she was late. Vidya cried out as her own body shook with spasms and Akram came in her. Akram pushed forward as he collapsed on top of my wife and they lay there panting. Both of them recovered their breath slowly as they cuddled up to each other. Akram didn't remove his cock out of Vidya's cunt as he continued to kiss her neck and back as they lay there. Vidya also kept enjoying the warm afterglow of wonderful orgasm she had. Akram slowly pulled his cock out of Vidya's cunt and rolled away to the other side of Vidya. Vidya turned over and slowly touched her cunt. I quickly returned to the hall and sat on the sofa. “Ravi are you still awake-I heard Vidya shouting from inside the room. I did not make any sound. “Ravi I need you here……If you are still awake pl come inside the room….the door is open”. I entered inside the room slowly.
(To Be Continued)

Ramesh_Rocky · 07-05-2019, 11:51 AM

CONFESSION OF A CUCKOLD

PART11

"Ravi, Akram has flooded my cunt with his cum. There is so much of it in me. Now if you don't want me to get pregnant with his baby, you have to clean it up. Come on darling, I am sure you love it." Vidya slowly extended her hand to touch my hand. She pulled me on top of her though just around her thighs. Her cunt was overflowing and streaks of her own juices mixed with Akram's cum were visible on her thighs. My cock was tight with excitement as I smelled the intoxicating mixture. I looked towards Akram as he cuddled my wife from behind her. His was cock was limp but even then it was bigger than my tight cock. He was kissing my wife's neck as she slowly caressed his big cock with her hand.

Vidya wrapped her free hand around my neck and slowly pulled my face towards her creamy thighs and I started to clean up her lover's cum out of my wife's cunt. I took almost 20 minutes to clean her up completely. “Thank you darling, you deed a god job. Now you may go. We are very tired and we both need a tight sleep. If he fucks me again in the morning I will call you again”. Saying this she slightly pushed me on my solder using her feet. “Good night honey”-she whispered.
Next morning when I opened my eyes I saw our bedroom door was open. I haven’t found Akram there. I understood he must have left early morning. I checked in the kitchen. Vidya was there making our morning tea. She saw me and gave me a refreshing smile. “good morning honey…….did you sleep well”?
“Yes” I said.
“Ravi I want to talk to you about last night. Wait for me in the dinning table; I am coming with the tea.”
I went near our dinning table and sat on a chair. Vidya came with the cups after 10 minutes.
"Ravi, I hope you don't mind we teased you a bit last night. Akram thought that you would enjoy it as you yourself had chatted with him about being cuckolded. I am sorry if I went a bit overboard." She came towards my chair and kissed me after putting the tray in the table. She was bent over me as she kissed me and her cleavage was right in front my nose. The fragrant smell of her perfume filled my nostrils.
I also brushed my cheeks against her breasts for a moment.
"It's ok. I enjoyed it."
Vidya sat on my lap and slowly caressed my cheeks with her hands.
"So you won't mind if we go a bit further with cuckolding you? Yesterday Akram was asking me if you would like to lick me after he has come inside me. I said “yes you will enjoy it”.
Did you like it?" She pulled my face in her breasts as I slowly flicked her nipples with my tongue.
I wrapped my hands around her ass and slowly kissed on top of her nipples over her nighty.
"You didn’t answer my question Ravi? Do you want it?" I caressed her ass with my hands. She held my head with both her hands and then slowly rubbed her breasts in my face. Her big breasts were heaving up and down on my face.
"Umm yes darling but tell me do you enjoy it also?”.
“Yes… I want you to lick my cunt after Akram has come inside me. I want you to clean me up after Akram has come in me." She was almost lying on top of me now. She pulled out both of her breasts from her nighty cups and then adjusted them so that they were right above my face. She slowly lowered them and I opened my mouth instinctively as she fed me her right breast. I swallowed it as she moaned.
"Does it excite you when Akram and I humiliate you?" She slowly started moving her chest so that I was forced to adjust my mouth on her tit. I nodded but didn't leave her tit.
"He has much larger cock than you and it’s circumcised. It's going to give me much more pleasure than you ever can. You were right Ravi, you are too soft. You really can't satisfy a woman like me. Akram is a real stud. He is strong, muscular and aggressive. Unlike you, he knows how take a woman hard and satisfy her. He loves being rough with me. And I also love it when he is being rough and tough with me. Do you really like me submitting completely to a dominant '. man like him?" She moaned as I licked her nipple. I also nodded n reply to her.
"That's nice then. I won't have any feeling of guilt when we cuckold you from now on." She smiled at me as she slowly pulled out her tit from my mouth.

“Hey your tea is getting cold……finish it quickly”-saying this she left towards the bathroom.
(To Be Continued)

Ramesh_Rocky · 07-05-2019, 11:52 AM

CONFESSION OF A CUCKOLD

part12

Our sexual life improved quite a bit since Vidya got involved with Akram. Of course, whenever Akram was with us, she would just concentrate on Akram and ignore or even mock and humiliate me. But we all knew that it was because I enjoyed it and it was all within limits. Vidya kept her word and whenever she was going out with Akram, it was with my knowledge. Every now and then, Akram would come to our home and at that time, Vidya would spend the night with him in our bedroom while I slept in the hall. But when Akram was not available, she would shower me with all her sexual energy.

However, soon I noticed a change in Vidya. When she had started relations with Akram, she had been very secretive about this whole business. Whenever she came with Akram, she would ask him to drop her on the main road rather than in our society. She didn't want any society gossip about her relation with Akram. She used to do the same when she went out with Akram.

But now, it seemed that she just didn't care. She would ride Akram's bike and they would come in our society. She would also hold his hand as they walked to our flat without caring much about gossip. Soon after, one day when we were sleeping in bed after having sex, she slowly got on top of me.

"Ravi, I want to talk something important to you." She kissed me lightly as she ran her hands through my hair. I kissed her back as I caressed her naked back.

"Yes honey, what do you want?" She brushed a strand of hair aside.

"Are you ok with my relationship with Akram? Do you have any problems with us?" I looked in her eyes.

"Why are you asking this? You know that I don't have any problems." She bent forward and touched my face with her breasts.

"I know, but every time I am with Akram I need to tell you. If you really trust us, I want to change it and Akram too wants the same. We want to change this in an open relation kind of thing. I want to meet Akram whenever I want to without any need of consent from you. He also wants the same. In fact he kind of suggests that we 3 should move in together in this flat. So, what do you think?" I was already intoxicated with the perfume she had sprayed in her cleavage. Somewhere at the back of my mind, I felt that it was not a good idea.

"Vidya, I really don't think it is a good idea. Our relationship can be in danger because of this." She looked in my eyes.

"Why do you say that? It hasn't soured our relationship. We have been doing it for over a year now. It hasn't soured anything yet. In fact it has enriched our marriage. Don't you think so? " She slowly rolled over and lay down beside me as she touched my chest. I kissed her face as she touched my slowly rising dick once again.

"I guess so." I was hesitant in my reply, but my cock was not.

"You always liked seeing me with him, didn't you? You should see your face when Akram is fucking me and I am crying out with pleasure right in front of you. You enjoy it more than me darling." She laughed as she touched my cock and slowly started jerking it off.

"Yes, but it's ok if it happens every now and then. But are you serious about getting into an open marriage with him?" She was slowly caressing my penis and stroking lightly with her hands.

"Yes darling, I am very serious about this. What is the problem? I already am in a relationship with him. So why not just give me consent to go and enjoy with him any time I want rather than taking permission from you every time I see him. What is so difficult about it?" She kept stroking my cock with small swift strokes. It was erect now.

"Honey, both Akram and I are so different in every way. Financially, socially and even sexually he is much stronger than I am. Our relation may easily sour and he may jeopardize our marriage." Vidya stopped for a moment and then she slowly rose and got above me.

"Honey, we started this relationship with an honest mind. We didn't do this because I was unsatisfied with you or anything like that. There was nothing wrong with our relation initially and we didn't do this to fix it. In fact since I got involved with Akram, our sex life has improved. So why are you worried? It has nothing to do with your social or sexual status compared to Akram. All the humiliation that we gave you was because we thought you enjoyed it. I didn't really mean it." She slowly rose above me and took my cock in her hand and then slowly lowered herself so that my cock slipped easily in her cunt. She said that she didn't think I was inferior to Akram any way, but the ease with which my cock slipped in her cunt told another story to me. Since Akram had started fucking her, his big cock had stretched her cunt and now it had become quite loose. Akram's thick pole still was tight fit for her cunt, but my cock would slip in easily in it even when she wasn't wet. Even I felt that I couldn't even touch her G spot.

"Yes darling, I understand that. But still I feel it's risky for you to get emotionally involved with Akram. And what you are talking about will surely get you emotionally involved with Akram." Vidya held my head with her hands and then slowly lowered her breasts on my face. The lovely smell of her perfume filled my nostrils once again.

"And what makes you feel that I won't get emotionally involved with him with current set up?" But my reply never came as my mouth filled with her lovely boob and I started licking and sucking on her boobs. And this was always the way all our arguments ended. Vidya always knew how to win arguments with me. The sight of her naked tits, her sexy arms affected me this way and almost all of our arguments ended with me accepting whatever she wanted. And finally after we had another round of sex with her on top of me, I finally accepted her demand for having an open relationship with Akram. But I had little idea of what this would exactly entail and what lay ahead for us in future.
(To Be Continued)

Ramesh_Rocky · 07-05-2019, 11:52 AM

CONFESSION OF A CUCKOLD

[b][i][u]part13[/b][/i][/u]
From then on, Vidya started meeting with Akram even without my knowledge. Every now and then, Akram would also take her out for a week end. She would spend the week end with him either at his flat or some resort where they would go. In fact, this started to happen too frequently and Vidya started to spend almost every week end with Akram. Akram would pick up her on Friday evening and she would come back on Sunday evening when Akram would drop her to our home. And soon I started to get frustrated with this. I had expected that our sex life would because of her affair with Akram. But as it turned out, our sexual life was disintegrating right before my eyes. Vidya clearly was giving all the attention to Akram and was simply neglecting me.

When I tried to talk to her about this, she just laughed and told me that I was being jealous and just ignored the subject. But there was no denying the fact that she was intentionally avoiding any real sexual contact with me. One Friday, when I was in office, I received a call on my cell phone from Vidya.

"Hello Ravi, are you free?" I sensed that she must have called me to tell me that she was going with Akram this evening. So I moved out of cubicle and went towards cafeteria. It was fairly empty so nobody could have heard me there. I sat on a table near the window and spoke to her.

"Yes, I am sitting in the canteen." I noticed that it was almost 5 PM now and cafeteria staff was preparing for evening snacks.

"OK, I called you to tell you that I am going with Akram now. He has come here to pick me up. I will spend week end with him at his Hiranandani flat. But he asked me to ask you if you would like to join us for the week end. So why don't you come to his home after office?" I brushed my hair with my hands as I watched people slowly coming in.

"I don't mind, but I don't know address." I slowly got up as one couple sat just next to my table and started to walk towards the exit.

"I will send you a SMS. Please come after 8:30. We won't be home until that time. Akram is taking me for shopping." I disconnected the call and soon after I received a SMS from my wife. It had the address of the flat.

I had planned to leave early for home, but now stayed in the office till almost 7. I left at 7 and was soon hurtling towards Hiranandani Thane. I reached Hiranandani gate at about 8:30, but it took me some time to find the building and finally I parked my bike in the parking. I entered my name in the security register. The security guard meanwhile picked up the phone and called a number. I guess he was calling Akram's number.

"Hello Parveen madam, there is someone to meet Akram Sir. His name is Ravi. Do you want me to send him?" I was surprised to hear him calling Parveen. I was sure that there was only one female in Akram's home. And he had called her Parveen. He listened in the instrument for a moment and then nodded to me before putting the phone down.

"It is on 17th Floor. Use the right most lift." He said as he showed me the lift. I nodded.

"Who did you talk to just now? Didn't you talk to Akram?" He looked up towards me with interest.

"I talked to Akram Sir's wife Parveen madam." I was almost shocked. So this was how Vidya was known to security guard here. From his tone, it sounded as if he was fairly comfortable with her and he knew her very well.

"Do you know her well? Since how long do you know her?" He got up from the chair.

"I have been working here since last 9 months and I have known her all this time." I was once again surprised as Vidya and Akram had met almost 1 year back. So she must have been coming here just after we had met initially. I had come to know that she had cheated with me. But even then she didn't tell me that she was cheating for such a long time.

I thanked the guard and then walked towards the lift. I reached the 17th floor and rang the door bell of Akram's flat. Soon it was Vidya who opened the door for me. She was looking ravishing in a black sari and sleeveless blouse. She was wearing light makeup and a red bright lip stick on her lips. Her petite frame looked absolutely sexy in the thin georgette sari. Something about her had changed, but I just couldn't figure out what. She normally wore a bindi, but now she was not wearing anything. She smiled at me and then closed the door behind me. Her lovely black hair was spread on her back. I looked at her luscious swaying as she walked.

"I will get some water for you." She went inside as I walked in the hall. Akram was sitting on the sofa and he got up and smiled at me.

"Hello Ravi, how are you? Come in and have a seat." I got close and sat on the sofa chair.

"I am good. How are you?" I replied cordially.

"I am good. We both thought that Vidya was almost spending all her weekends here. So we both thought maybe we should invite you here so we could all spend it together." Vidya walked in the room bearing a glass of water on a tray and she stooped before me to offer me the glass. I picked up the glass.

"That was nice of you although I suppose I myself could have come in any time, isn't it?"

"Of course, any time you want." Akram smiled and replied.

I slowly drank water from the glass as Vidya kept the tray on a tripod beside chair and then sat down beside Akram. She was sitting very close to him that his thighs were touching hers. Her sari was very transparent and she was not wearing a petticoat underneath. So as she sat there, I could see her panties from the sari. I finished my glass and put the glass on the tray. Akram slowly wrapped his arm around my wife's petite frame and put his hand on her naked arm. He caressed her arms slowly as she looked on me.

"Did you have any difficulty in finding this place?" Vidya asked me as she ran her hands through her hair.

"No it was pretty straight forward." I replied. Vidya's hand was resting on Akram's thigh. I was surprised at the level of intimacy between them. I knew that they had been in a relationship with each other for almost a year. But even then I was surprised to find how close Vidya was with Akram. There was nothing awkward when Vidya touched Akram's thighs or he touched her naked arms. They were pretty easy with each other. It was almost as if they were a real husband and wife. I felt as if Vidya was not my wife, but Akram's.

Just as this thought struck me, I suddenly noticed the difference in her. Her neck was bare. She was not wearing her mangalsutra. The sudden realization of this coupled with the fact that the guard had called her Parveen and not Vidya now had full impact on me. My eyes were riveted on Vidya's neck and it seemed to me that she also noticed it.

"So you noticed it huh? I was wondering when you would notice it." She smiled at Akram.

"Yes, I noticed that and I also noticed that the guard called you Parveen madam." Akram slowly turned Vidya's head towards him and they both kissed slowly. As they kissed, Vidya wrapped her arms around Akram's waist and then she slowly put her head on his shoulder.

"That's how she has been known here ever since we met. Everybody here knows her as my wife Parveen Shaikh. Everybody thinks that she works as sales manager in a company as she is travelling. So she comes home infrequently." Vidya slowly extended her arm and touched Akram's face and kissed him lightly.

"So you had planned this all along?" I was surprised at this. However as I thought it was the only decent way of doing it. Akram really couldn't have disclosed Vidya's real identity to everybody.

"Yes, you can say so. Vidya didn't want to reveal her real identity to everybody here, so she herself suggested this. And she was right in every way. Now everybody here as well as in my social circle knows her as my wife. She even joins me to parties or any social events in the society as my wife. Vidya has respect of everybody and she preferred it that way rather than to be known as my mistress. She was very particular about not being known as my mistress. So we chose her a new '. name and introduced her to everybody here as my wife. And she definitely is enjoying her new social life with me as her husband." Vidya got up from the sofa and came near me.

"It was only way of not spoiling my name. I didn't want to be seen as somebody's mistress. I wanted respect, not scorn. And no matter how you are, you can only get scorned by everybody if you are someone's mistress." Vidya seemed conciliatory in voice and gesture. I nodded as even I felt that this was the right way. Vidya brightened as I showed my agreement.

"Thank god you understood this. I was really wondering if you would be angry with me for doing this. Let's go to the bedroom. We will show you around the house." She walked up to Akram and extended her hand towards him. Akram took her hand and then they both walked in front hand in hand as I followed them. Akram wrapped his hand around my wife's waist as Vidya enthusiastically showed me around the house. I was pretty impressed with the flat. It was a wonderful flat and it was showing off Akram's wealth all around the place. And the way Vidya was showing it off to me, one would have supposed that the flat belonged to her rather than Akram. Her eyes were glowing and her face was almost contorted with pride. I couldn't believe my eyes as I watched her gloating about the flat with her hands in Akram's hands. Finally we both came to a door.

"And this is our bedroom. We have a surprise for you here, but it will have to wait till we finish our dinner." Vidya smirked at Akram as he slowly pulled her closer to him and he kissed her lips. Vidya melted in his arms as they shared a passionate kiss. Vidya moaned as they continued kiss. I could see Akram's hands moving on Vidya's big ass as he slowly stroked it. They stopped the kiss after a few minutes but not before she was almost breathless. Vidya pated heavily as he boobs heaved before my eyes.

"Let's go and have dinner. I will get everything ready." Vidya wiped her lips with her fingers and then without looking at me went towards the kitchen. Akram and I followed my wife as I noticed Akram looking at her lovely swaying ass.

We both reached kitchen and sat down on the dining table opposite to each other. Vidya moved about the kitchen as she put pans and pots on the table. I clearly smelled chicken as well as I could see one vegetable for me. Vidya put 3 plates on the table and then she sat down beside Akram. She slowly served couple of roti in my plate and then served some salad as well as vegetable for me. Then she pushed the plate for me. Then she served chicken for herself and Akram in two more plates.
"So how did you like the flat Ravi?" Akram asked me as I started eating.
"It's wonderful. It's pretty big for one unmarried person, isn't it?" Akram smiled at me as well as my wife.
"Yes, but you see I haven't been very lonely since I met Vidya." He slowly touched her arm and kissed her lightly once again.
"Yes, she told me that." They both had started eating now.
"But it's big even for 2 people in a sense. So I was wondering if you would like to move in this flat along with Vidya. You two will be good company for me. You can rent your existing flat. It will be extra income for you and I can spend more time with Vidya. What do you say?" I didn't know what to say.
"Is this your idea or Vidya's?" I wondered and told me so.
"Well frankly speaking it's my idea, but one endorsed by Vidya. She wants to spend more time with me as well." He looked at Vidya and she smiled back at him.
"I don't know if it will be a good idea. As I understand, here Vidya is known as your wife. Will it look good if I moved in?" Akram ate pretty fast even when e was talking.
"Of course, this is Mumbai Ravi. Do you really think people care for who has moved in to your next flat? It doesn't matter. You can come here as my friend and stay here." He touched Vidya's arm and she also pitched in.
"I also want the same thing Ravi. I really want to get into an open relationship with you and Akram and even you agreed to it. But the way it is right now, with both of us staying at different places, I can't give much time to Akram. With us moving in here, I could spend lot of time with Akram as well as you." I looked at her as she ate chicken pieces and put bones aside.
"I need some time to think about this. I can't answer right away." I couldn't commit anything to this.
"Well we are just proposing it to you. You don't have to accept it right away or even quickly. You can take your own time or if you want you can even refuse it. Both Akram and I would love it, but ultimately it will be your decision." Vidya chipped in. And we continued to talk over the same subject for some more time as we had dinner. Soon we finished it and Akram and I walked in the hall and Vidya continued to clean everything up.
(To Be Continued)

Ramesh_Rocky · 07-05-2019, 11:53 AM

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Ramesh_Rocky · 08-05-2019, 02:57 PM

CONFESSION OF A CUCKOLD

PART 14

After a moment, Akram looked at me and then called to me.

"Ravi, come in and join us." He was looking at me directly. I got up and switched the TV off and then walked into the bedroom. I couldn't believe my eyes as I walked in.

There was a big double bed in the center. It had 4 posts and all of them were decorated with lovely white flowers. The room was fragrant with lovely smell of the flowers mingled with perfume Vidya was wearing. The bed was covered with red and pink rose petals mixed with white ones. Lines of flowers were hung from bed reaching up to the carpet.

One look at Vidya and I was simply bowled over. It wasn't that she was looking ravishing and wonderfully beautiful. What shocked me was that she was wearing a cherry colored ‘benarasi’ sari and green blouse over that. She looked at me and then smiled a benign smile.

"So you recognized it? I thought maybe you won't recognize. Akram wanted me to wear this for him this time." She was talking about her sari. It was the same on that she had worn for our first night. She was wearing just as she had worn in our first night. She was wearing same set of ornaments as well. Now suddenly I remembered today’s date. Today is our 9th wedding anniversary. I never used to forget it before but this year I completely forgot it somehow. I Looked at her. Her ear rings were made of gold and dangling slightly below her ears. She was wearing another gold necklace but she had removed her mangalsutra. On top of all the glass bangles, she was wearing a set of gold bangles. She was also wearing gold waistband over her naked waist. She was wearing a lovely pink colored lip stick and her perfume smelled wonderful. There was a gajra made of white flowers in her tied hair.

"I have always wanted to see her as a bride. She looks absolutely wonderful, doesn't she?"-Akram asked. I couldn't deny that my luscious wife was more beautiful than ever. She had been slim when I had married her and this sari had looked beautiful on her. Now with her plump and voluptuous frame dbangd in sari, she looked a perfect woman compared to an inexperienced naïve girl. Her breasts were bigger, her hips wider and her ass larger than before.

I didn't reply but kept looking at lovely frame of my wife. I couldn't feel anything but lust for her right now. But she wasn't even looking at me. Her eyes were riveted on Akram. Akram moved slowly and went behind her. He wrapped his big hands around her waist and Vidya touched his hands. Vidya turned her head slightly towards him as they kissed with passion. Akram's hands were running all over my wife's body. Vidya touched Akram's hands and then slowly moved them to her large breasts. Akram squeezed her breasts as she moaned in his mouth but continued to kiss him hard. Akram's hands started caressing Vidya's lovely breasts as they kissed. He was massaging them hard or I should say he was molesting them. Vidya moved her hands behind Akram's neck as she slowly started caressing his hair.

They broke the kiss and Vidya slowly turned towards Akram. His hands were rubbing her ass as Akram kissed her neck. Vidya moaned as she was feeling Akram's lips on her neck.

"You know Ravi, right from the first moment when I saw Akram, I have wanted to belong to him. Please Akaram make me yours today. I want to belong to you completely." She rubbed her hands excitedly in his hair as she kept sighing. Akram kissed her back with his lips and Vidya bent a bit forward so Akram continued to kiss her back with slow strokes.

"I love it when you kiss my back like that." She smiled at me and then signaled me to sit down on the chair. I was feeling very hot as I saw my wife rubbing her ass against Akram's crotch. She then moved her hands behind her and started rubbing it between their bodies. I could only say that she must be rubbing his crotch.

"Do you like it baby?" Akram asked her as she rubbed it with her hands. Vidya's eyes were closed now as she enjoyed Akram's touch on her skin. She didn't reply, but she licked her lips. Akram slowly turned her around and then kissed her lips again.

"Let's go the bed for our suhagraat (first night of a newly married couple is called suhagraat in Hindi.)" He touched her waist and they both walked towards the bed and Vidya sat on the edge of bed.

"Ravi, come and join us. I want you to prepare us for our suhagraat." She slid backwards on the bed and then lay down on the bed. Akram also moved in the bed and gestured me to join in. Vidya removed pallu of her sari aside and threw it on the bed. Her lovely breasts came in Akram's view as she lay down. Vidya wrapped her hands around his neck and pulled him down towards her lovely breasts. Akram didn't need any invitation and he buried his face in Vidya's sexy breasts.

"Do you want to make them wet for me." Vidya's hands were running in Akram's hair. Akram was licking her cleavage slowly. Suddenly he stopped for a moment and got up.

"Let's get your lovely mangoes open for me”.
“Ok jaan but I want Ravi to open them for you." Vidya smiled at me and extended her hand towards me as I got on the bed.

"Come on darling, Open my blouse for Akram and feed my mangoes to him." I was feeling hot as hell and my cock was standing. I didn't reply and slowly started opening my wife's blouse buttons one by one. I peeled off her blouse and she raised her body a bit so as to allow me to remove it.

"Ravi, please remove it quickly darling and throw it away." I obeyed her silently and threw the blouse on the bed. She was wearing a black colored bra and now her boobs were spilling out of the bra cups. Akram quickly buried his head again in her large breasts as she sighed.

"Oh Akram, wait just one minute. Ravi open my bra alos na.” I removed it also. She moaned and threw her head back as Akram sucked her big nipples one by one. Then he moved both his hands on her boobs and slowly started massaging them. Vidya raised her hands and ran them through her open hair. Her breathing was getting heavier and her eyelids were closing heavily. Even I could smell her juices flowing out of her cunt. I imagined it must be wet by now.

I was feeling very hot now. I touched my wife's breasts but she slowly pushed my hand away.
"No Ravi, not tonight, today I just want you to watch." She slowly moved forward till she was sitting in Akram's lap and then wrapped her legs around his waist. Akram squeezed her breasts hard again as she moaned. She looked in Akram's eyes and then slowly moved her hands towards his chest. She started opening his buttons one by one till she had opened them all. Then she slowly tried to remove it. Akram allowed her to remove shirt completely and Vidya threw his shirt on the floor. She slowly caressed Akram's chest with both her hands and then put her head on his shoulders.

She kissed his neck and kept caressing his chest. It was covered with thick black hair. It was something Vidya always liked in a man.

"Oh Akram, your hair on the chest make me crazy. I feel like putting my head on it and just go to sleep." Akram didn't reply, but he grabbed her hair and then kissed her hard. Vidya kept caressing his chest as she opened her mouth for him. As they kissed, Akram moved both his hands to her breasts and started to molest them. After squeezing her breasts for a few moments, he broke the kiss.

"Remove your gajra baby. Make your hair open. You look very sexy like that."-Akram whispered in her ear. Vidya just smiled at him and then moved both her hands behind her hair. She slowly removed the chop tying her hair and then threw it away. She threw the gajra towards me. She looked at me for a moment and then looked down on my raging hard on.

"Akram, look how hard my Ravi is getting by watching me with you." She laughed and then ran her hands through her hair couple of times. As she was doing it, her breasts were raised high and Akram looked at them. Vidya noticed it and blushed at him. “Ravi, pl come….it’s now time to remove my sari” I came towards her and started to pull out her sari from her waist. I managed to pull her sari quickly and then threw it aside as Vidya was now wearing only her petticoat. “Come on Ravi put your head under my petticoat and prepare me for his big tool” She ordered. I followed her order quickly.

She smiled when I punt my head inside her petticoat. She rolled her petticoat above her waste. Then she slowly turned and adjusted her cunt just in front of me. Her creamy thighs were spread as Akram looked on both of us. He had now got up and was sitting down on the bed. I looked on her cunt lips. Her juices were leaking and streaks of it were flowing over her creamy thighs. Its smell was intoxicating me as I smelled richness of it.

I touched her thighs and slowly kissed her thighs with my lips. I could see Vidya looking at me between her thighs. I slowly kissed her thighs and rubbed my cheeks against them. Her thighs were very soft and fleshy. The smell of her juices was driving me crazy as I continued to kiss her and moved my face downwards. Vidya moved both her hands behind my neck as she cajoled me to go downwards.

I kept licking her thighs and slowly moved downwards as I was drawn inexorable towards her wet hole. Her smell was musky and as I moved in it got stronger. I inched my way towards her cunt and finally licked her cunt lips with my tongue. Vidya stiffened suddenly and held my neck gently and pushed my face firmly in her cunt.

"You know Akram Ravi doesn't have much of a cock, but there is nobody like him for getting a good lick”-I heard her saying this to Akram as he laughed.

"Yes darling, I am sure he would love to lick you on many occasions from now on." Akram kissed Vidya once again as I licked her cunt with slow strokes. Her intoxicating odor was driving me crazy as I licked her cunt with slow strokes of my tongue. She was moving her thighs gently as I licked her cunt. She moaned slowly I entered her cunt with my tongue and started moving my tongue in and out.
I wanted to eat my wife's cunt voraciously, but soon she firmly held my neck and said.
"Ohh honey, that's enough for now baby." I was disappointed, but pulled out my mouth from her gaping hole and kissed her thighs on my way out. She gave me a peck on the cheek before she turned towards Akram.
(To Be Continued)

Ramesh_Rocky · 08-05-2019, 02:58 PM

CONFESSION OF A CUCKOLD

PART 15

Vidya now slowly moved her hands downwards and reached for Akram's massive tool. She slowly unbuttoned his jeans and then unzipped the pant. To my utter surprise, Akram's big cock sprung out of his jeans immediately. Vidya smiled at Akram and then started to pull his jeans out. Akram raised his waist for a moment as Vidya pulled out his jeans and then threw it aside.
She gathered her hair on one side on her shoulder and then slowly lay down on the bed. She spread her thighs and then Akram quickly got on top of her. I could see streaks of juices on her thighs and smell it. She moved her hand downward till she reached Akram's massive cock and touched it briefly. She caressed the length of his cock with her fingers slowly and then took it in her hand.

"Akram I am so wet down there, I can take you right away. Please don't make me wait darling. Please fuck me now." She spread her thighs further and then with her hand she adjusted Akram's cock on her cunt lips. Akram slowly pushed forward as Vidya bit her lips hard in order to avoid making any noise.
But even then a moan escaped from her mouth as Akram's massive cock entered my wife's wet cunt.
"Ahh, Akram please put it slowly darling. You know Ravi I am used to his big size now, but still you can see it's very big and it hurts me even when I am wet." She grimaced as Akram used her body to support his weight and started pushing his cock further in her cunt. Vidya caressed Akram's chest as she allowed Akram to sink his tool in her cunt slowly and took it deeper in her cunt.

"Oh Akram, Your cock is touching base of my cunt. Please don't push it any further and just fuck me darling." She turned her head towards me for a moment.
"Ravi; this is one case where I like it bigger the better.” Akram's cock is buried deep in my cunt. He is touching my base and yet it's just half his length. You have never touched my base. This is what you have always wanted, isn't it? To see big thick cock buried deep in your wife's cunt." I was in a trance looking at their physical union and I just nodded.

Vidya raised both her legs high in the air and then wrapped them around Akram's waist. Akram supported himself with both his hands and then slowly started fucking my wife with deep slow strokes. Vidya was moaning with every stroke as she also matched Akram's strokes with her strokes.

She closed her eyes and licked her lips as Akram started to move his cock in and out of her cunt slowly. Vidya was very wet and as Akram's cock slid in and out of her cunt, it made squishy noises. As he fucked her, he sucked on her big nipples. Akram's speed increased as his strokes became harder. Vidya cried out every time he went in her cunt. Her mouth was gaping open as Akram fucked her hard. She was twisting and turning with Akram's strokes, but her eyes were filled with lust.

"Oh maa, Akram please don't stop darling. Please fuck me harder. Please don't stop. I love you so much honey." Akram didn't need any encouragement as he kept fucking her. Her head was turning from one side to another as Akram pounded her pussy. Vidya was caressing Akram's back with both her hands as she matched Akram's strokes. Her thighs were firmly locked around Akram's waist as she satisfied Akram's lust. And I watched in awe as Vidya face contorted with pleasure and pain. I had never seen her moan and twist in bed like that in all our married life. But here Akram was making her moan and sigh like she was a virgin.

"Oh honey, you are the most wonderful man I ever had." She cried out loudly as her breathing got heavier. Akram was also getting breathless as he humped my wife mercilessly. He didn't reply, but kept pounding her cunt hard. The sexy smell of their physical union was floating all over the room. Vidya's juices were flowing profusely and I could smell it distinctly.

"Ahh, Ahh, oh my god; It's so wonderful darling. Please don't stop honey. I am coming. Please pour your entire load in my cunt. Please flood my cunt with your cum." She grabbed the bed sheet hard as her body stiffened. She opened her mouth as Akram kissed her hard. Suddenly both of them stiffened and their bodies shook in spasms as I sensed Akram coming in my wife's cunt. He continued to shake for some moments as Vidya caressed his back with her fingers. Finally after emptying his load in my wife's cunt, Akram also stiffened and then finally lay limp over her with his mouth resting against Vidya's breasts. Vidya removed her legs from around Akram's waist and she lay under Akram recovering her breath. They both lay in each other's arms panting heavily.
I was shaking my own cock with my hands as Vidya turned to look into my eyes.
"I see that you have enjoyed the show very much Ravi." Akram rolled over and then lay down beside Vidya. She got up and kissed me lightly on the lips.
"I hope this is what we will enjoy a lot in future when we will start staying together. But don't just stay there shagging your cock. Please taste Akram's cum from my cunt. Let's clean me up, otherwise I will get pregnant." She smiled as she slowly turned and adjusted her cunt just in front of me again. I looked on her cunt lips. They were opened up like flower petals after Akram had started fucking her. Even if I wanted to fuck her with my cock, I knew that she won't even feel it in her cunt. Her juices mixed with Akram's cum were leaking from her pussy. "Oh come on Ravi, clean me up properly darling. I don't want to get pregnant just yet." Akram laughed as I approached to taste his cum from my wife's cunt.
It was like all the "creampie" pictures I had ever seen, with milky liquid clinging to every fold, and flowing slowly out of her vagina. But this was no picture, and no anonymous woman: it was real, it was my wife's vagina, and it was Akram’s semen. The smell was dank, bitter; I hesitated, and the two of them laughed, hugging and kissing each other while they made fun of my "problem." "Go ahead, clean me up," she insisted. So as my wife kissed her lover, I licked his sperm from her lips. I tried not to gag as the semen flowed into my mouth, and I realized that what I saw and tasted was just the overflow; he had cum deeply inside her (deeper than I ever had), and what I licked up was only what would not fit in her vagina, her womb. I licked her clean slowly. After I finished I looked to her for my next command.
(To Be Continued)

Ramesh_Rocky · 08-05-2019, 02:58 PM

CONFESSION OF A CUCKOLD

part16

She gave me a mischievous smile and said “You did it well darling but what about Akram?
He also wants to clean his tool from you. Hearing this Akram started laughing madly. He said “yeaaaaa …….that’s my baby…….you always know what I really want.” I was practically speechless hearing what Vidya ordered me. I am not a gay but I was excited like hell because of the humiliation part of her idea. “What are you thinking Ravi? Don’t think… do what I am saying you to do”. Within a minute I found myself sitting down on my knees on the bed. Akram stood up on the bed and Vidya sat beside me. "Come on Ravi suck his cock hard. Make it erect as it was before." -Vidya tried to cheer me up. Then she ran her hands through her hair and then looked up at Akram. She looked in his eyes for a moment and smiled slightly. Then she turned her head towards me saying” Hey Ravi, Don’t you understand, Akram wants to fuck me once more. Don’t you want it also? Please suck it and wake him again for me. I was still hesitating. I have never imagined in my whole life that one day I will have to suck a man’s dick. Vidya became impatient. She grabbed my hair with one hand and with the other she started rubbing Akram’s huge cock against my face. I closed my eyes as I felt Akram's cock against my face and then slowly licked it. Akram grabbed my hair roughly but Vidya protested. Vidya mumbled “No……. Not like that Akram let me handle it for you”.

Then she ordered me politely “Open your mouth Ravi and take his cock in it. This time I opened my mouth obediently as Akram stuffed his big cock in my mouth. I grabbed Akram's thighs for support as he started fucking my mouth. He pushed his cock back and forth in my mouth. Within a minute Akram's hand was behind my neck as he held me steadily. A slurping noise was coming from my mouth as I started sucking on Akram's cock. Akram threw his head back in plasure saying “Oh god Vidya, your husband’s mouth is so hot. Swirl your tongue around my cock just like that Ravi. Keep licking it with your tongue." Akram quickened his pace as he wanted to fuck my mouth fast. He started stroking my face with his hand and then slowly started fucking my mouth with some kind of rhythmic motion.

Vidya was now moaning loudly saying “UMMMMMM that’s honey…..fuck my husbands mouth hard. He is a pathetic wimp. He can’t satisfy his wife well……..fuck him hard darling…………..Yeahhhhhhhhhh just like that.”

Hearing this Akram grabbed my hair roughly once more as he increased pace of his fucking. With his one hand, he held my face steady and with his other he grabbed one of vidya’s breasts as he fucked my mouth furiously. Vidya also held my chin steadily allowing Akram to fuck my mouth properly. Akram’s eyes were closed and he was groaning loudly as my mouth moved forward and backward on his cock. Akram continued fucking my mouth in this manner for almost 7 minutes. Now Akram was panting heavily and his entire body was covered with small droplets of sweat.

“That’s enough……Akram stop it right now other wise you will come in his mouth”-Vidya shouted. Akram immediately stopped and took her massive cock out from my mouth.
(To Be Continued)

Ramesh_Rocky · 08-05-2019, 02:59 PM

CONFESSION OF A CUCKOLD
LAST PART

"Get down on your back Vidya." Akram ordered my wife in a commanding voice. Vidya grabbed my hair and took my head near her cunt. “Spit on my pussy Ravi….spit on it quickly. As I spit on it she quickly rubbed her pussy with her hand and then lay down on the bed beside me on her back. She then spread her thighs wide. Her cunt was wet and moist and smelled strongly. She spread her thighs and waited for Akram to take control. Akram quickly moved in and he gripped my wife's thighs. By using her feet Vidya gave me a push on my chest saying “Ravi move a little…… give him some more space”. I quickly came down from the bed and sat on a chair beside the bed. Akram slowly adjusted his huge cock on my wife's cunt. He put his hands below her waist and then slowly started pushing his cock inside her cunt. Vidya cried out loudly as Akram pushed his cock in her cunt. Even though it was wet, his cock was still pretty big for her. She bit her lips as Akram slowly started stroking his cock in her cunt. She moaned as she felt Akram pushing his cock further and further in her cunt with small swift strokes.

"Oh Akram, please fuck me slowly this time jaan. You are hurting me with your big cock." Vidya cried out as Akram roughly pushed his cock further in. But instead of listening to her, he extended his hand and roughly slapped her breasts. “Akram slowly please, you are hearting her” I requested.

"Don’t worry Ravi, in some time, your wife would be begging me to hurt her more and fuck her harder." Vidya cried out as Akram started fucking her violently. Vidya's mouth contorted with pain as Akram's huge cock ripped her cunt apart. But Akram kept fucking her roughly as he grabbed her breasts for support. Vidya was moaning loudly now as Akram's strokes hurt her, but to my utter surprise, she was also matching his strokes with her own. She was moving her pelvis back and forth as Akram fucked her. Her head was falling from one side to other and she was biting her lips every now and then.
Vidya extended her arms and started caressing Akram's chest as he fucked her.
"Oh maa, please fuck me harder Akram. Hurt me as much as you want. I am your whore. Do whatever you want with me." I knew Vidya had pretty tight cunt before she met Akram because I was just 5 inch long. But Akram's huge cock must have also stretched her multiple times before today. The look of pleasure on her face was very clear to me. Now Akram had picked up speed and had fucking her really hard. Also, he was roughly slapping her tits and stomach with every stroke. But to my surprise, Vidya was enjoying this hurt and pain. It was almost as if his slaps on her tits was giving her as much pleasure as sex. Akram bent forward into her and Vidya wrapped both of her legs around Akram's waist. Then Akram once again started fucking her furiously. Now Vidya was crying out wildly without any worry.

She was twisting and turning in bed and moaning with pleasure. Akram was also panting heavily and his back was wet with sweat. Akram suddenly turned his face towards me. Without removing his eyes from my eyes he started humping my wife mercilessly. I understood fucking my wife in front of me was giving him some kind of erotic and perverted pleasure. This continued for 3 more minutes. Suddenly Akram stiffened and Vidya also cried out loudly as Akram's body stiffened. His body shook violently in spasms and I knew that he was flooding my wife's cunt once again with his potent cum. Vidya also opened her eyes wide and her body was also shaking.

"Oh Akram, I have never had this kind of orgasm before. " Akram laughed as he pulled out his cock from Vidya's cunt and they both lay on each other panting. Akram looked at me and laughed. He said
"Ravi, I don't think you have ever given her an orgasm before. Forget about an orgasm like this one. Don’t even think about it in your dreams also" Vidya laughed as she cuddled up to Akram.

"Go and get my lover some water. He must be thirsty after all this exertion." Vidya asked me as I got up and went in the kitchen to get water my wife and her lover wanted.

When I came back to their room after about 10 minutes, Vidya and Akram both had put on their clothes and they were lying side by side on the bed. Vidya was sleeping with her head on Akram's shoulder as her lovely hair was spread on Akram's chest. As I entered, Akram looked up. As he did so, Vidya also woke up and looked up at me.
"Ravi, what took you so long? We have feeling thirsty." She got up from Akram's chest and sat down on the bed.

"I didn't know where kitchen was and had to search for it." I put the water jug down and then picked up a glass and filled it. Vidya took it from my hand and then turned around towards Akram.

"Jaan, you must be thirsty." Then Akram slowly got up as well and Vidya extended the glass towards his lips. He opened them and drank from the glass as Vidya held it for him. After she had drunk, she once more took another sip from the glass and then gave it back to me.

We were silent for few minutes. Vidya broke the silence and said "Ravi this is the most wonderful thing that has happened to me in my entire life. I loved Akram fucking me with his huge cock and then have you licking me afterwards. If there is anything like heaven in this world, then this is it." She asked me to sit closer to them. After I sat beside them on the bed Vidya kissed me briefly and said “Ravi, if you stay together here with us, your presence will take Akram and my sex life to the next level. Earlier we knew that you get very very excited seeing me with Akram. But today we all witnessed how your presence excites not only me but Akram also. So please think about our offer positively”. Then she got up from the bed and started wearing her clothes. Akram also got up and started to wear a night dress. They both got dressed quickly as Vidya wore a transparent sleeveless nighty that she had pulled out from cupboard.

"We both will sleep here. You have another bedroom there darling." Vidya directed me towards the room. I also got up from bed, kissed her and then walked out of the room. Vidya came up to the door and then locked the door behind me. I walked to the other room just beside their room and wondered about how our open relationship would turn out in future.
(The End)

Ramesh_Rocky · 08-05-2019, 02:59 PM

My Wife's First outside marriage Fuck

Priyanka and I have been married for 14 years and have two young sons. I'm 34, she's 33, and it seemed like we had the perfect life. At least I thought so. We had reached a point in our sex lives where the passion had waned slightly. We were down to weekends and an occasional week night. I was comfortable with that, but Priyanka's sex drive was inexplicably beginning to increase off the charts. It's not that I didn't want to have sex with her, it was just that she seemed like she wanted it almost constantly. It was something that we were now talking about often and from our conversations I knew that she was confiding in her friends at work. Priyanka was getting all sorts of advice from her friends ranging from pumping me full of Viagra to Priyanka taking a lover. None of their ideas seemed like legitimate options. At least that's what I thought.

We stay in an Indian oil township at Guwahati. In our neighborhood, there is a commons area adjacent to our backyard. In the commons area was a badminton court. Priyanka enjoyed, occasionally, playing badminton there with some of her friends from the township. Most were female, but there was the occasional male. It was always just badminton though. No funny business, so to speak. While Priyanka likes to play badminton, she is no muscle-bound athlete. She is 5'4" tall and about 125 pounds with larger than normal breasts and nice soft middle-aged curves. Often, I would watch her from our bedroom window as she played. She wasn't very good, but then again she wasn't playing competitively. She would usually be wearing short, tight shorts, which showed off her soft ass and thin legs. Her large breasts would bounce as she moved around. I would sometimes wonder what her male playing partners thought of the view they were getting. I was seeing her from a couple hundred feet away. They could see her shapely ass and bouncing tits up close as they played. Did they want to fuck her? Did they ever try?

One afternoon, I arrived home from a business trip in the early evening to an empty house. Priyanka wasn't around. The kids, I found out later, were at her mother's house. I was tired. I stripped out of my suit and had just changed into a pair of shorts, while looking for a t-shirt to go with them. I happened to glance out the bedroom window and noticed people at the badminton court. One of them was Priyanka and the other appeared to be the younger brother of his friend Sumana’s husband. His name was Nikhil. Unlike Priyanka, Nikhil is very athletic looking. He's a decent looking guy, probably in his late 40's and divorced. I had been gone for a week, so I was looking forward to sex with Priyanka. As I watched Priyanka in her tight shirt and shorts moving around, I found myself getting hard. My mind suddenly was taken back to our recent conversations of some of her naughty friends telling her to take a lover. An image flashed into my head of Nikhil and Priyanka....in our bed. In this mental image, she was on her back and he was on top of her. I was imagining Priyanka writhing in pleasure from what she was getting from this make-believe lover. My guts tightened up. What in the world had come over me? Why was my cock still hard? Did I want her to fuck another man? Dammit, why was my cock still so hard?

Just then, I saw Priyanka lunge and swing and miss at a feather. She immediately grabbed her shoulder and started stretching it. Nikhil ran to the net, then they both left the court and started heading towards the house as Priyanka tried to stretch out what we found out later was just a strained muscle. Usually, when Priyanka is done playing badminton with her male friends, they don't come into our house. I started to head out of the bedroom to go greet Priyanka, but froze when I heard Nikhil's voice in our house. I stood in our bedroom for what seemed like hours trying to get myself to go downstairs, but something kept me there. I heard their voices get louder as then entered the living room. I found myself peeking around the corner. From my position, I could see them standing and talking to each other.

"Where exactly does it hurt?" I heard Nikhil ask.

Priyanka responded with. "It hurts right back here." As she pointed at the back of her shoulder.

Nikhil moved around behind Priyanka and placed his hand on her shoulder and started rubbing. I wanted to rush down, grab him, and throw him out of my house. But I was still frozen. This man was in our house alone, at least they believed, with my wife. I was intensely curious to know what Priyanka was thinking. Did she want this man to make a move on her? Why was she letting this man rub her shoulder? She seemed to be enjoying it.

"If you find a place to lie down, I think I could rub this out for you." Nikhil told her in a very matter of fact way.

Without speaking, Priyanka went over to the couch, grabbed a pillow, and lay down on the floor. She was on her stomach with her head on the pillow. Nikhil got down on his knees next to her and began rubbing her shoulders. She was lying perpendicular to my view and Nikhil was kneeling with his back to me. He had only been working on the shoulder for a few minutes, when he lifted his right leg and swung it over Priyanka. He was now straddling her as he continued to work on her shoulder. The front of his shorts pressed firmly against the back of her ass as his hands worked. I immediately began to wonder if he had an erection. I would if it was me pressed against her. Why wasn't it me and why wasn't I stopping this, crossed my mind. If he did have an erection, she had to be feeling it.

Suddenly, Nikhil stopped rubbing her shoulder. He reached underneath her shirt with both hands. His hands immediately moved up to her shoulders, which forced her shirt to bunch up and expose her bra. Priyanka didn't flinch, didn't move, and didn't object. I knew in my heart that she wanted this. Somehow I felt powerless to stop it although I was watching from only a few feet away. Nikhil mumbled something like. "This is in my way." as he took his hands hand pulled on the clasps of her bra. The elastic material flew out of his way giving her full access to her nude back. He was rubbing his hands all over her back and shoulders now. Occasionally his hands would wander down her sides. When he did that, Priyanka would squirm slightly as he must have been making some contact with breasts.

"Would it be ok if we get this material out of my way?" Nikhil asked as he tugged on her shirt.

Priyanka reached up and pulled the shirt over her head. It occurred to me that her shoulder must be feeling just fine now for her to do that so easily. Nikhil then pulled the material of her bra up towards her head and Priyanka assisted him with removing it as well. Swiftly and covertly behind her, Nikhil pulled off his t-shirt as well. I watched as Nikhil's hands began roaming all over the soft skin of her back. I could now see that when his hands wandered down her sides that he was indeed feeling Priyanka's breasts without any objection whatsoever from her. This had become the most erotic thing I had ever witnessed and I was breathing heavily in excitement. I realized that I wanted this to play out. This was something Priyanka not only wanted, but needed, so I wanted it for her as well. His hands were now moving back and forth from her lower back to her shoulders and back again. I became aware that as he performed this movement with his upper body, that his lower body was also pushing back and forth against her in a faux fucking movement.

Finally, Nikhil released his grip on her back. He moved down her body and began concentrating his massage on her calves. I heard a slight moan come from Priyanka, but no movement. Nikhil continued his massage as he slowly and methodically worked his way up her legs. His strong hands were now massaging my wife's silky thighs. He was working his hands from the outside of his thighs and rotating across the back of her thighs and down to her inner thighs. Each time he repeated this motion his hands would inch closer to Priyanka's ass. Priyanka flinched. I became aware that Nikhil's hands had just made contact with her clothing covered pussy as they plunged downward between her thighs. He began rhythmically repeating the same motion. Priyanka seemed to be moving her hips, ever so slightly, in an effort to afford Nikhil maximum contact with her private area. My stomach was in knots as this stranger's ministrations gave pleasure to my wife.

I watched in wonder as Nikhil's hands moved from her thighs to her ass. His strong hands squeezed her cheeks. He repeated that a couple of times. I gulped and nearly fainted at what I saw next. Nikhil's fingers reach inside the elastic waistband of Priyanka's shorts. There was a slight pause. An apparent chance he was giving my wife to reject his advances. I knew now that that wouldn't happen. I knew Priyanka was too far gone to stop this. I watched in awe as Priyanka lifted her hips ever so slightly. Nikhil recognizing her acquiescence tugged at her shorts and panties both. He pulled them down her thighs, down her calves, from her ankles and then tossed them in an open display of conquest across the room. He then confidently stood up and removed the remainder of his clothing as he gazed down, beyond the specter of his now exposed and rock hard cock, at the love of my life lying naked below him.

Nikhil knelt down. He used his knees to wedge himself in between my wife's legs. His hands moved from Priyanka's ass, up her back, to her shoulders. As he did this, he forced my wife's legs fully apart with his thighs. Nikhil was now squatting behind Priyanka with his hard bare cock pressed against her bare ass, while his hands once again massaged the shoulder, which in a moment of fate on the badminton court, had initiated the impending infidelity of my wife. My own cock continued to betray me. My head kept telling me to rush down and put a stop to this before it was too late, but my unexpected appetite at seeing the scene in front of me play out prevented it.

Priyanka reached behind her and placed her left hand on Nikhil's cock. I watched intently as my wife's soft hand, adorned with her glistening wedding ring, grasped and positioned another man's cock between her labia in an attempt to mate with him. Once his cock came into contact with her slick opening, Nikhil instinctively moved his hips forward slightly. The tip of his unprotected cock disappeared into Priyanka's vagina. He held it there momentarily as he brought his hands from her shoulders down to her ass. The momentary pause exasperated Priyanka. Her body had been pushing her towards this undeniable moment for months. Priyanka pushed back against Nikhil and I witnessed in astonishment as my wife's body engulfed the rigid manhood she for which she had been long yearning. My own cock strained against the inside of my shorts. There was a cold sensation from continuous stream of pre-ejaculate I was producing. My mouth felt dry as the desert. My heart was racing.

I was now brazenly standing in the middle of the hall at the top of the stairs watching their copulation. Priyanka was on her knees thrusting her body against Nikhil. Nikhil, also on his knees, gripped her ass as he thrust his cock in and out. Neither of them noticed me now standing visibly there. Priyanka had to have thought I would be home soon anyway, but either didn't think about it or didn't care. The long silence was finally broken by Priyanka's cries of. "Oh yes. Give it to me. Give it to me." Her demands produced stronger and faster thrusts from her lover, which in turn resulted in Priyanka screaming out. "OH YESSSSSS!" As her body began convulsing and shaking in orgasm.

When she recovered, Nikhil rolled Priyanka onto her back. He took his place again between the soft thighs of my wife and shoved his bare cock into her. Priyanka's head turned towards me as Nikhil began pounding in and out of her again. She seemed in a fog as she slowly became aware that I was witnessing her perform the ultimate act of betrayal. Just as I was powerless to stop them, she as well seemed powerless, or perhaps it was simply unwilling, to stop her adulterous act. Her glazed over eyes, staring at me, gave evidence to the pleasure she was being provided by this lustful indulgence. Nikhil's thrusts were now becoming erratic. The end of their intercourse was drawing near. Priyanka could also sense his impending ejaculation as her attentions left me and returned to him. Her body was yet again thrusting back against Nikhil in tempo with each of his plunges into her. Nikhil pushed deep within her body one last time. His face contorted. His ass muscles stiffened. Priyanka was squirming and shaking beneath him. She was once again lost in an orgasm produced by her lover. Nikhil's ass began contracting over and over again sending wave after wave of sperm into the depths of my wife's womb as his entire body now shook in pleasure. I discovered my own body was trembling as well. I leaned against the wall to prevent collapsing down the stairs.

After a few minutes it was finally over. Priyanka lay beneath Nikhil. Their bodies limp from exhaustion and spent passion. Priyanka once again looked my way. I smiled at her and she smiled back. I then turned and returned to our bedroom. I laid down on our bed, lost in the emotions washing over my body, as I waited for Nikhil to leave. After a few minutes the front door opened and shut. I could hear Priyanka coming up the stairs. When she reached the doorway she stood there apparently waiting for me to say something. She was still naked and her hair was a mess. There were trails of tears streaming from her eyes as a trail of the combined juices of her coupling slowly descended from pussy down to her knee.

I wasn't mad. How could I be? I could have stopped it before it started. As she stood in the doorway sobbing, I removed my pants. She saw my cock standing at attention. A smile came to her face as she became aware of my acceptance to what she had just concluded. Priyanka climbed into bed. I took her hand and guided her over me. She knew what I wanted. She reached behind her and placed her hand on my cock. With the same hand that had just guided her lover inside her, she guided my aching cock to her opening. I could feel an intense heat and moisture like I had never felt before as the tip of my cock came into contact with her. My heart nearly flew out of my chest as I looked down to see a glob of white liquid form at the meeting of our genitals, trail down my cock, and then pool on my body. As Priyanka lowered herself, the abundance of liquefied residues from her lovemaking guided my cock effortlessly towards its goal.

Priyanka began rocking back and forth on top of me. I wanted this to go on forever. I yearned to provide my wife with the same...no not the same...MORE pleasure than she had just received from the other man. It wasn't going to happen. My cock had been at attention for nearly an hour watching them. It was aching for release. My emotional turmoil continued to be intensified by the molten mixture of juices that lubricated our union. I tried to stop it, but couldn't. It was too late. Sperm exploded from within me with a force I never felt before. My balls contracted over and over again as nature urged my body to take back what was once only mine. Once the last of the seed left my body, I lay under my wife with my cock deflating inside her. Neither of us knew what to say. We were still in love, but we both knew our lives would never be the same.
(End)

Ramesh_Rocky · 08-05-2019, 03:00 PM

THE BED WAS BIG ENOUGH FOR THREE

PART1

It had been a long day of traveling, drinking, and enjoying the waves of the sea with my wife, Neha and my long-time friend, Prakash. Recently divorced, Prakash met us at our hotel room to for a well needed release of steam.
Before coming here when we asked him to come with us for this 4-5 days sea side tour, he said it was not possible for him because of an urgent meeting that came up suddenly. He said it was important for him to attend the meeting. But after we reached there at the sea side he called us and informed his office meeting has been canceled. So we asked him again to come and join with us. Earlier we new he was not coming, so we have booked just one room in the hotel. When we invited Prakash again, we didn't think about our couch, that's not much bigger than a loveseat, not being large enough for him to sleep on. Unfortunately it was a full packed tourist season and getting another room in the hotel was not possible. Fortunately, we had a king size bed in our bedroom. We told Prakash it was big enough for all of us to sleep comfortably and that we were good enough friends to make the situation work. Once back at the hotel room, we ate, drank some more, sat around the swimming pool, and drank some more. Needless to say, by the end of the evening our minds were cloudy and our bodies were weary..

Neha and I have always had one bad habit of leaving a T.V on in the room as we sleep. We always like having a little bit of sound and small amount of light in the room rather than complete darkness. That night it afforded Neha and me the opportunity to whisper to each other in bed, so that we couldn't be heard by Prakash. Once in bed, Prakash laid on one side face outward. I was lying on the other side facing inward, and Neha was in between us facing me.

As my mind began to focus on the three of us together in bed it obviously drifted into the direction of sex. My cock sprang to life and I took Neha's hand, so she could feel it. She grinned and whispered that we couldn't do anything about it right now. I said that I bet Prakash was just as hard as I was with her between us. She dismissed that saying that Prakash was an old friend and wouldn't be thinking about her like that. I reassured Neha that she was, even at 40, someone that any man would love to fuck. I reached my hand down and pulled up Neha's nighty and slipped my hand into her panties to cop a feel of her sweet pussy. Just as I suspected, she was soaking wet from our discussion. I told her it felt like she would like to try him out as well. She pulled my hand away and gave me a smirk, from which I couldn't tell if it meant yes or no.

About then, Prakash rolled over in bed and was now facing towards Neha's backside. Neha whispered to me that Prakash's leg was now on hers. I told her he probably did that on purpose. Again she dismissed me. A couple of minutes later I saw the covers move and Neha jerked lightly. "Honey", she said, "I think Prakash's hand is on my leg. What should I do?" To let her know how I felt about it, I once again took her hand and placed it on my raging hard-on. I told her that we are all adults and that if he's making a move on her that she should enjoy herself if she wanted to.

Nothing happened for a few minutes, but then I saw the covers move again as his hand moved off the top of her legs. Then, Neha whispered to me. "He pulled up my nighty and is putting his hands inside my panties on my butt. I'm so hot that somebody is going to have to fuck me. Are you sure you want this?" I told her that Prakash probably hasn't gotten laid in a while because of his divorce, so it should probably be him. It's only fair right? With that, she kissed me, while practically jammed her tongue down my throat, and then rolled over facing Prakash.

I thought I could hear them whispering, but with the T.V going couldn't make out anything that was said. And then, the covers began moving slowly again as it was apparent that they now had hands on each other, and her head began moving in a motion that made it obvious they were kissing. I saw Prakash start to look up, so I quickly shut my eyes. I heard him say in a low voice "looks like he's asleep". Neha then sat up in bed next to me, removed her nighty, and placed in on top of me. I knew that my friend, Prakash, was now seeing her gorgeous breasts. She then reached under the covers and removed her panties and placed them on the nighty. It was like an episode of the Twilight Zone in my head. I was coming to the realization that this was actually going to happen.

Neha lay back down, facing him, and pulled the covers back up. They pulled themselves together by intertwining their legs and once again began kissing. I couldn't believe my wife of 15 years was lying naked next to me kissing another man. After a few minutes, she pulled away from him lying face up. I felt her left leg pull up to my thigh which I knew meant that her legs were now spread. She reached over with her left hand and touched my swollen cock, which I think was to make sure I was still in agreement with the situation. Then the covers rose up as Prakash moved over on top of Neha. As he lowered himself down on top of her she let out a gasp, which I knew meant that Prakash's cock was now pushing inside my wife. All I could think about was the wet silkiness of my wife that he was now experiencing.

For a long while they lay still together kissing passionately. Then, the sheets began to move rhythmically. It was clear that for the first time since our marriage, Neha was being fucked by another man. I had been subtly opening my eyes slightly now and then to try and view what was happening. This time as I did, I became aware that Neha had her right hand on the back of Prakash's head pulling it down onto the pillow on the other side of her head and that she was facing me and looking me in the eyes. She took her left hand and placed it in my hand. What a surreal experience it was looking Neha in the eyes and holding her hand as she was being fucked. With each thrust into her, by Prakash's cock, her eyes would close slightly in obvious pleasure and her hand would clench. And, with her left leg on top of me, I could feel each thrust, myself.

As Neha's pleasure became more intense she was now facing up with her eyes closed and was breathing heavily. I don't know if she was getting too hot or if she wanted me to be able to see better what was happening, but she pulled her hand away from mine and ripped the covers off of them. I could now see Prakash's body on top of Neha. His butt cheeks were moving up and down forcing his cock in and out of my wife. With the covers off, the smell of their copulation was permeating the entire room. I felt like I wasn't even there. It was like watching a porno movie, except that my own wife was one of the actors. I couldn't believe how long he stayed inside her. I thought for sure that her sweet pussy would have sucked the cum out of him right away, but it must have been the alcohol at work because he just kept pumping away.

Finally, after what seemed like hours, his movements seemed to be getting more labored and his breathing became louder. Then, his body tensed up. He rammed is cock in harder than ever and let out a grunt under his breath that sounded like someone who really wanted to scream out as loud as he could but was resisting. Neha instinctively grabbed his ass cheeks and tried to pull him in deeper. My best friend, Prakash, was about to cum inside my wife and she was trying to get as much of it as deep in her as she could. An "oh" escaped Neha's lips as her legs wrapped around his and began to shake. Neha and Prakash were now locked firmly in orgasm together. Prakash pulled back and thrust again, then again, and again. Each time he did I visualized his semen shooting inside my wife.

What were minutes seemed like hours, until their bodies finally relaxed from what appeared to be the best sex either of them had ever had. Neha's legs relaxed their grip around Prakash and she dropped her hands to her side. Prakash continued to lie on top of Neha, obviously wanting to enjoy the sweet sensation of her pussy as long as he possibly could. Every so often, he would pull his cock back and slide it back into her. I couldn't blame him for still being hard inside her wonderful warmth. They were both sweating profusely and breathing heavily. Once again I reach over and took Neha's hand. She turned her head and looked at me. I smiled at her and she smiled back. We lay like that for a few minutes and then heard Prakash begin to snore. She tapped him on the back and he rolled off of her, facing away from us. For a brief second I got a glimpse of his cock. It was double the size of mine, and much thicker. Unbelievably it was still hard!. It was only seconds before he was again blissfully snoring.

I moved towards Neha and began kissing her. I reached down with my hand and found the unbelievable wetness between her legs. Neha asked "Are you mad? Are you still going to make love to me?" I answered by removing my underwear and quietly taking my place on top of her. My rock hard cock was pinned between us I forced my tongue in her mouth and kissed her with a passion like I hadn't done since we were young. Suddenly, I knew what I had to do. I moved down slightly and began kissing her sweet breasts and protruding nipples. I then moved lower and kissed her tummy that was still wet with the combined sweat that resulted from her lovemaking with Prakash. I moved lower again and kissed around her pubic region. She placed her hands on me and pulled slightly as if to say I don't want you to go any further, but I knew she wanted what was about to happen as much as I did. I then pushed myself all the way down until my hands were on her silky thighs and my face was in front of her well used pussy.

I teased her with my tongue by kissing and licking her thighs. While doing so I was intoxicated by the pungent aroma of their combined juices. Then, I felt Neha's place her hands on the back of my head. I was right about her wanting this as she was actually pulling my face into her pussy, which was leaking another man's cum like a river. I put my tongue out and licked once from the top of her anus to her clit. She gasped with pleasure. Prakash's sperm that had leaked from her was now pooled on my tongue and slowly working its way down the back of my throat and into my belly. As I swallowed it, I envisioned his seed also doing the same thing in her womb as it sought out her eggs. I then thrust my tongue as deep as I could inside her and began eating the remaining results of their lovemaking as fast as I could. My head was spinning. I couldn't believe that my wife tasted so good with another man's cum running out of her. Neha's thighs were locked against the side of my head and shaking almost continuously in orgasm. I licked and sucked for what seemed like hours until she could take no more and finally pushed me away. I think I could have stayed there all night.

I sat up and saw the beauty of my wife with her legs spread and Prakash's cum all over her and the sheets. Prakash was still snoring peacefully next to us. I moved forward over her, lowered myself onto her, and slipped my cock into her hot, wet, slippery, and now adulterous pussy. The heat and wetness was more than I had ever experienced before. Unlike Prakash, I didn't last long. Within just a few minutes my body began to shake, my tender balls, still sore from being full of cum during Prakash and Neha's lovemaking, began to contract, and my cock exploded into Neha with a force that I had never felt before. I think I must have passed out momentarily because the next thing I became aware of was Neha pushing me off her. My cock was soft and wet. I kissed her and told her I loved her and drifted off into sleep.

I awoke the next morning to a bright sunny room. Prakash was no longer in bed with us. He was in the bathroom. Neha was still on her back with her legs still spread. I'm sure Prakash enjoyed the view of her before leaving the room. I kissed her gently and she woke up. She smile at me and said that she had a terrific time last night. While waiting for Prakash to return, we spent the next half an hour making love and plow
(To Be Continued)

Ramesh_Rocky · 08-05-2019, 03:00 PM

THE BED WAS BIG ENOUGH FOR THREE

PART2
Nothing more happened with Prakash on our seaside trip and a couple of weeks had passed with things kind of settling down. One night, in bed, we were discussing an overnight business trip to Delhi that I had coming up when Neha dropped on me.

"You know...I'm going to be kind of lonely when you're gone."

"Well it's only going to be one night." I responded.

"Yeah." she said, "But I don’t feel safe to stay alone at night. You know about our building. If some thing happens, no one will come out for help. Then she stopped for moment and added “and our bed is so big and empty with just me in it."

That's when it finally rang clear in my thick skull what she was really getting at.

"I think I see. Maybe we need to find a way to fill that empty space." I replied.

"What do you have in mind?" she asked eagerly.

"I've been thinking about a way to get you and Prakash together again. This is a fantastic opportunity!" I answered.

At this point I became aware that my cock was at full attention envisioning my friend Prakash once again making love to my wife. Smile came to my wife’s face quickly.
I whispered "You are a naughty girl! And she hid her face behind her hands in shame".
I reached over, lifted up her nighty, put my hand down in her panties and felt her pussy, which was soaking wet.
She also quickly put her hand inside my pajama and felt my erect cock.
"Which one of us is really the naughty one here?" I asked.
"Well, we can't just call Prakash to come over and fuck my brains out, can we?" Neha said.

"I'm sure that would work just fine." I responded

"But, I bet we can come up with a better idea."

We were so worked up at that point that we stripped down as fast as we could and started fucking like wild animals. As I fucked her, my head was spinning with visions of Prakash fucking Neha and I'm quite sure hers was too by the way she was responding.

As I fucked her, I grunted out. "You like having Prakash's big cock inside you. Don't you?" She moaned, but didn't answer. "Don't you love it when he's doing this to you?" I prodded.

This time she responded with a faint "uh huh."

I was getting close to the point that I was going to cum, so I asked her "Do you want Prakash to cum inside you?"

"hummmm." she gasped.

"Then tell him." I said.

"What?" she panted.

"Tell Prakash to cum inside you!" I grunted, as I tried to hold back a river of sperm.

Neha then blurted out "Cum inside me, Prakash. Please, cum inside me. I want to feel your hot sperm inside me." Then she shouted out "Oh shit!" and began to shiver and quake in a huge orgasm.

That blew me over the edge. My balls contracted and sent waves and waves of sperm into her burning pussy.

We laid there in our afterglow and tried to decide how to approach Prakash. We both decided that we really enjoyed the seaside trip where Prakash had no idea that I knew he was fucking Neha. We couldn't come up with a plan before going to sleep, but by the next day, which was the day before I had to leave, I had a brainstorm. I showed Neha how to loosen up one of the pipes under the master bathroom sink so it would start leaking water. I told her that after she did that, she should call me and I would then call Prakash to go over and help her with it. That would give her all the time alone with him that she wanted.

Neha agreed with the plan, but then started to worry about how she looked, and what she should wear, etc. I told her that she was beautiful and Prakash would fuck her that instant if he could. She continued to fret over it so I agreed to help her get prepared. Neha went to take a shower and I started looking through her closet for clothes. I came up with a very hot black dress that she had only worn once, because she didn't like how short it was. I went into the bathroom and showed it to her.

"I can't wear that. How do I explain wearing something like that?" She said.

"How about, you were out with friends while I was gone and just returned home and found the leaking pipe?" I answered. We both agreed that was a plan.

I was still in the bathroom when she stepped out of the shower. She was so gorgeous standing there dripping wet. When my eyes moved down from her bouncing breasts to her pussy, I came up with an idea.

"Why don't you shave your pussy for Prakash?" I asked.

She thought for a minute and then replied. "Why don't you shave it for me?"

I didn't have to be asked twice. I got out the shaving cream and her razor. She went into the bedroom and placed a towel on the bed and lay down. As I started removing her pubic hair, I came to the realization that I was preparing her pussy for my best friend to use, and not for me. Her pussy was absolutely dripping wet as she was obviously thinking the same thing.

When I finished shaving her and wiping off the rest of the cream, I started to lean my face into her pussy in order to taste her sweet nectar. I was startled by her hand on the top of my head pushing me away.

"Don't you think we should save that for Prakash tomorrow night?" she asked.

Reluctantly, I agreed. I knew she was right. That way she would be that much more excited when they got together, but my fully erect cock didn't agree. I couldn't fuck my wife and didn't want to jack off, so I went to bed with a terrible case of blue balls that kept me awake on and off all night.

Working out at Delhi the next day was a terrible experience. My cock was hard on and off all day thinking about what was about to happen that evening. My mind was never on my work, it was always on my wife. Later, I went to dinner and then returned to my hotel room. Shortly afterwards, I received the call from Neha.

"Guess what?" she asked.

"What?" I answered.

"We have a leaking pipe in the bathroom." she responded giggling.

I got off the phone and called Prakash to explain the situation. Not surprisingly, he was eager to drop what he was doing and rush right over to help her.

After calling Neha and telling her the good news I tried to lie in bed and watch television, but my mind was obviously elsewhere. I stripped out of all my clothes and lay there rubbing my aching cock. As the minutes passed, I tried to guess when he would arrive there, I tried to guess when he would have my wife naked, and I tried to guess when she would be fucking him. It didn't take long to shoot an enormous load of cum all over my chest and belly. I continued to lay there naked, and after about 2 hours, for some reason, I thought that she had already had plenty of time to fuck him and send him home. I never thought about the fact that he would probably just stay there and fuck her until I returned, so I dialed her cell phone.

"What?" she asked in an annoyed tone when she answered.

"Well? Did Prakash come fix your pipes?" I asked anxiously.

It was then I heard a lot of rustling in the background.

"Actually...ugh....he's working on it....ugh....right now." she said in a breathless manner. I just then realized that I had called her in the middle of her being fucked by him.

"It sounds like he's doing a great job!" I chimed in.

"Uh huh." was the only reply I got.

"Let me talk to him" I said.

"Nuh uh." she responded.

"Go ahead and put him on the phone. Let me have some fun with him too!" I begged.

There was a pause and then I hear "Hey buddy" from Prakash on the line.

"Hey Prakash", I answered. "Thank you so much for rushing right over there to help out Neha. How's it coming? Are you getting that pipe taken care of?"

"Yeah, it's just a loose nut. I'm trying to get it screwed back into place." he said.

"Outstanding" I said. "It's hard taking care of Neha's needs while I'm gone. I'm sure glad you're there to do it for me." I followed.

"Yeah." he said, now sounding like he was out of breath. "I had probably better....ngh....get off the phone....ngh....I think I'm about done here".

I remembered those sounds from our seaside trip. My head was spinning. My own hard cock was painfully erect again and leaking precum all over me. I knew Prakash was about to cum in Neha.

Neha's voice broke the momentary silence.

"Honey....I think....ugh....I should go now." she said.

In the background I hear a moan from Prakash, followed by Neha whispering. "Oh Prakash."

There was more silence. I knew Prakash must be cumming inside my wife. Just like her last coupling with Prakash, I'm sure there was no condom. I'm sure he entered her bare. They probably never even discussed it. That meant there was no barrier between my wife's eggs and the sperm she was undoubtedly receiving from my best friend. In my mind, she was on her back. I envisioned her legs wrapped around his thighs. I wanted to see her hands clenching his ass in an effort to pull his manhood tight against her cervix as he poured his seed into her womb. Her eyes were probably rolling back in her head. Her mouth, I am sure, was open and gasping for air as his warm sperm triggered her orgasm. I imagined a thick vein running along the bottom of his cock, pulsing over and over again as waves of sperm spewed from the end of his cock and pooled deep within Neha's body. I wanted to feel what he was feeling. No, I needed to feel what he was feeling. I'm sure he felt the lust radiating from deep within Neha when he first entered her. He undoubtedly was overwhelmed, lying on top of my wife, feeling the warm soft skin of her tummy and breasts beneath him as they pleasured each other in unison. The sweet, wet, velvetiness of Neha's most private of area must have been overwhelming to him. I'm sure he could feel Neha's vaginal muscles contracting forcefully around his swollen cock as nature took over and her body involuntarily responded to his attempts to breed her. I'm sure that in Prakash's mind, at that very moment, with each thrust, through each shudder, and culminating with each spurt, he believed that he was impregnating my wife.

I was virtually unconscious with desire as own cock erupted once again began shooting my useless cum all over my chest. This time, so forcefully it even hit my face. I lay there in my delirium for what must have been seconds, but seemed like hours, until I heard Neha's voice in the phone tell me to call her when I got close to my house and hung up on me.

After Neha got off the phone, I assumed that she intended for Prakash to stay there until I returned. I wiped the sticky cum from my face and chest and let it drip onto my tongue. I imagined that I was eating Neha after her mating with Prakash and swallowed it down. I laid there awake for hours with visions of them in my head. Before falling asleep, I jerked my cock off one more time with thoughts of my wife's adulterous acts swimming in circles in my brain. When I finally came, it was even more painful than the time before and there was very little sperm left. What little there was simply oozed out and pooled on my belly.

The next day I was mentally and physically exhausted. I knew from what Neha said that she wanted me to tip her off when I was nearing home. So while returning home from airport I dialed the phone when I was about a half hour away.

She was as short with me as last time in answering with a simple. "Ha bolo?"

"I will be home in about a half hour. Is Prakash still there?" I asked.

"Uh huh....ugh....I'll see you then." she answered breathlessly and hung up.

My worn out and sore cock once again sprang to attention and remained that way all the way home. That last half hour seemed like days, but I finally arrived. Prakash's motorbike was nowhere to be found, so I knew it was okay to enter. I walked in the door and found nothing. Looked in the kitchen and again found nothing. I made the long walk up the stairs and found Neha sound asleep on our bed. Her clothes were strewn around the floor and she was lying on her back naked from head to toe. Her hair was a mess. Her gorgeous body appeared to have dried cum all over it and there were stains all over the sheets as well. She looked so peaceful and satisfied I hardly wanted to wake her but my own cock was once again aching for attention.

I quickly stripped out of my clothes and crawled into bed. I immediately took hold of her knees and spread her legs. I gazed at the wonderful sight of her shaved pussy. It was covered with the remnants of her coupling with my best friend, Prakash. Eagerly, I lowered my face and began softly cleaning the dried semen from her swollen lips and inner thighs. I push my tongue inside and found her still soaking wet. I'm sure Prakash had just left because a blob of sperm immediately oozed from her and onto my tongue. As I swallowed it down, I savored that delicious taste of their combined juices that I remembered from the last time Neha and Prakash were together.

My eyes looked up and saw that Neha was watching me.

"Go easy." she said. "I'm really sore."

I continued gently making love to her sweet vagina with my tongue until there were no more juices remaining except my own saliva. I noticed she wasn't getting excited like she always does when I eat her. She explained that she was simply too tired. I got up and started kissing my way up her body. Each time I found a spot of dried semen I removed it with my tongue.

"I love you." she whispered.

"I love you too." I quickly responded.

When my mouth reached hers we locked together as passionately as we ever had before. I started to slide my aching cock into her pussy.

"Slowly." she instructed.

I couldn't believe the sensation once I was all the way in. She had never been hotter or wetter. I started fucking her in long slow strokes.

"Well, was it good?" I asked.

Even as hot and wet as she was, I could hardly feel her because she was so stretched out as I continued to slowly fuck her.

"Prakash was here until just a little bit ago. We never slept. I lost track of how many times he made love to me. It was wonderful. He's a great lover. I have to admit that you are no match to him" Neha replied.

Hearing that from her brought me to the edge.

"Do you want Prakash to cum inside you again?" was my final question.

"Oh yes. Cum in me now. Please cum inside me." She begged.

With that response, my entire body seized as spurts of cum that felt like lava, began shooting in agony from my tender, worn out cock and into my wife to join with the seed planted there by my best friend. We both passed out with me on top of her and remained that way for hours. When we finally awoke, we began trying to figure out how we could possibly top this experience.

(To Be Continued)

Ramesh_Rocky · 08-05-2019, 03:01 PM

THE BED WAS BIG ENOUGH FOR THREE
LAST PART

We awoke late the next morning to a bright sunny Saturday. Neha and I spent a lot of time discussing her experiences with Prakash. Going from a drunken quickie to an overnight stay was a huge leap and we were both worried that things might get out of control. I knew she really enjoyed her time with him, so I needed her to reassure me of my role in this little game, which she did. She said she was having a blast, but only wanted to continue if I was sure. She said she wasn't interested in fooling around with him without me. I knew she was telling me the truth, but in my gut wasn't sure if she could resist him if he made advances towards her.

We continued to enjoy our coffee and our day together in the living room. I was in my recliner and Neha was reclined on the couch. As I peeked over at her, my imagination and hormones took hold of my brain as visions of her and Prakash making love on the couch popped into my head. Obviously my face showed my pleasure as Neha spoke up. "What are you grinning at?"

I responded with. "I just realized that if I was, quote -- unquote, asleep in my chair that our couch is big enough for you and Prakash. If you positioned him just right, I could watch the two of you."

She grinned from ear to ear and replied with. "You are a dirty old man".

We didn't have much else planned for the day except dinner and drinks later with just the two of us. While we were sitting there Neha's cell phone rang, she grinned, and answered with. "Hi Prakash, what's up."

I knew he would contact her directly, I thought to myself. What a gentleman to call his girlfriend the next day after spending the night with her for the first time. Only his girlfriend was my wife! I continued to listen to her side of the conversation.

Her smiles to me reassured me as she responded to whatever it was he was telling her on the other end. "Dipak? Oh yes, he's sitting right here. Thank you. Me too. The pipe? Oh yeah it's just fine. You're really know how to work with your hands don't you? I was so happy that you came to my rescue. I'm not sure what I would have done without you."

I came up with another brainstorm at that point and interrupted her with. "Why don't you invite him to dinner and drinks with us tonight?"

"Prakash." she said. "Dipak would like to thank you for taking care of me last night. We're going out for dinner and drinks tonight. Why don't you come along with us? Great!"

She was grinning ear to ear and nodded yes to me. She continued. "You'll pick us up? About 7:00? We'll see you then. Bye."

"Well, you and I have work to do." she said to me after hanging up the phone.

"What do you mean?" I replied.

"We have to get me ready for our date with Prakash tonight. I can't wear the same old dress with him again, can I?" She asked.

I agreed, so we went out to the mall and picked out, not just a new dress, but new shoes, and a new bra and panties as well. We picked out a stunning short red dress and bought her lacy red panties and a lacy red bra. When we returned home she informed me that she had one other chore for me. Again she wanted me to shave her pussy so that it would still be nice and smooth for Prakash. Just as I did two nights ago, I shaved her pussy and tried to get my tongue inside it when I was finished. But, just as she did two nights ago she got me to hold off so she could save herself for Prakash. I reluctantly complied while once again my blue balls were in raging pain.

When Neha finished getting ready she was as beautiful as I had ever seen her. She was absolutely glowing with anticipation of the night's events. Prakash soon arrived and I met him at the door. "Thanks again buddy for taking care of Neha." I told him.

"The pleasure was all mine. She's a great lady." He replied.

I'm sure the pleasure was all yours I thought to myself. What a surreal experience it was greeting Prakash at the door in anticipation that Prakash's cock would later that night be buried deep inside my wife. It was then that Neha started coming down the stairs. Prakash's jaw literally dropped when he saw her. He seemed speechless like he didn't know what to say. Neha came up to him and gave him a little wink and his face turned as red as her dress. "Let's go fellas." she said, and we headed out the door.

On the ride to the restaurant, Neha was seated between Prakash and me in the taxi. Neha's short red dress was riding slightly up her beautiful thighs. I kept catching Prakash glancing down at her legs. I was trying my hardest to suppress an erection while thinking about the two of them fucking each other. I bet he was too.

Dinner was uneventful and Prakash picked out a bar to go to afterwards. We arrived there and found there was a large dance floor. Neha was excited because she loves to dance. We found a booth and ordered drinks. Neha was sitting between us. After a little while I asked her to dance so we could get some time alone. While we were dancing I told her that she was probably going to have to ask him to dance, because I didn't think he would ask her in front of me.

So, when we returned to the table Neha blurted out to Prakash. "Dipak's going to the bathroom. I need someone to dance with me. Come on!" He didn't have to be asked twice and practically jumped out of the booth as I dutifully made my way off to the restrooms.

When I returned they seemed to be having a good time on the dance floor. After a couple of more songs they returned to the booth. I noticed as we were sitting there that one of Prakash's hands wasn't on the table. I glanced down and found it on Neha's bare thigh. Moments later a song that Neha really likes started playing. She grabbed Prakash's hand without speaking and led him out to the floor. When that song finished, a slow dance song started. He seemed hesitant, but she quickly embraced him and they danced. He kept his hands to himself for the most part, but she had one hand on his ass. They continued to stay on the floor for a couple of songs until the next slow song. They moved themselves behind the crowd where I couldn't see clearly. When I did catch glimpses it was obvious their hands were all over each other and I think I saw him kissing her through the crowd.

After they returned to the booth both of them excused themselves to the restrooms. Neha returned first and climbed in next to me. She grabbed my hand and placed something soft and damp in it. I looked down to find her panties in my hand. I smiled at her and quickly stuffed them into my jeans when I saw Prakash return. He sat next to Neha as we finished another round. I glanced down again to find her dress hiked up even further than last time and Prakash's hand underneath it. Neha was squirming slightly in her seat and by the look in her eyes and the way she was breathing it was obvious that Prakash's hand was feeling her bare pussy.

A slow song came on again. I hated to interrupt them, but I wanted Neha alone for a minute, so I asked Prakash if I could steal his girl for a dance. He looked puzzled for a second and then said. "Hell yes, I'm sorry I monopolized her so long out there. It's just been forever since I went out dancing." I led Neha to the floor and embraced her tightly as we danced. My raging hard on was pressing against her. Neha noticed and squeezed my cock through my jeans and said that it appeared I was having as good a time as Prakash was. I asked her if she was ready to take Prakash home and follow through with our plan. She responded by taking my hand in the middle of the song and practically dragging me back to our table.

As we drove home by taking a taxi, he looked over at me and told me what a lucky guy I was. Neha turned to me and practically jammed her tongue down my throat. I could tell that, sexually speaking, she was fully charged. I whispered to her that I loved her and she responded with the same. When we arrived at the house, I asked Prakash if he would like to come inside for a night cap. I didn't think he could climb out of the taxi fast enough.

Once inside after paying the taxi driver, Prakash sat down on the couch and I turned on the television and fixed us some drinks while Neha went up to change. As she walked up the stairs I swear I could see a wet stain on the back up her dress. Without her panties, her pussy must have been soaking the material on her dress during the ride home.

I thought Neha would throw on some sweats or something, but instead she came out in a sheer nightie that I had never seen before. I found out later that she bought it two days before in anticipation of her previous encounter with Prakash. However, she never got to wear it because he quickly got her out of her dress and she was naked during the rest of their time together. You could see the outline of her nipples through the sheer material. I couldn't see any panties on her through the material, so I assumed she had none. I'm sure Prakash's reaction was the same as he stared at her. Neha sat between us but leaned towards me as we worked on our drinks and all pretended to watch whatever it was on the television. The silence was deafening as none of us seemed to know how to make the inevitable happen. On one hand I wanted to throw Prakash's ass out of the house and fuck Neha like there was no tomorrow. But on the other hand, I knew that Neha was anticipating spreading her legs for him, not me.

I broke the ice by getting up to go to the bathroom and feigned stumbling on the way, while telling the two of them it seemed that I drank too much. Neha got up to fix them a couple more drinks. When I returned, Prakash immediately got up to go the bathroom. I took advantage of his absence by turning off the light and taking my place in my recliner. Neha came into the room and saw me. "I take it you want this to happen again?" she whispered. Prakash was coming out of the bathroom, so I just quickly nodded my head yes and began pretending to sleep.

"Looks like we lost him." Neha said to Prakash.

"Maybe I should head on out of here." Prakash said.

"Do you really have to, Prakash? Why don't you at least stay and finish your drink? We won't bother him. I'm sure he's out until morning." Neha said.

"In that case you don't have to ask me twice." he responded with a smirk.

Things then got quiet, so I lifted my eye lids slightly to see what was happening. I could see them by the light of the television. They were both sitting there with a drink in one hand. Her other hand was on his jean covered leg and his other hand was caressing her bare thigh. They were just staring at each other as he massaged the smooth skin on her leg, moving further up under her nighty with each stroke. Prakash moved towards her and kissed her as his hand moved all the way up under her nightie. As they kissed, Neha gasped slightly and I knew he was feeling her sweet married pussy for the second time that night. After a while she pushed his hand away and stood up and threw off her nightie. As I suspected there were no panties. She looked so beautiful standing completely nude in front of my best friend. He stood up too and got out of his clothes as quickly as he possibly could. It was then, through my squinted eyes that I got a good view of how big he really was. He was as thick as I remembered from the lake, but much longer. They embraced and kissed with his massive bare tool pinned between them. Their hands were moving up and down and all around each others bodies as their passion intensified. My own cock wasn't as big as his, but inside my jeans at that moment it had to have been harder as it strained to get out.

Neha then pushed Prakash back towards the couch and he sat down. She got down on the floor between his knees and took his massive cock into her hands. She lowered her lips to his cock and circled her tongue around its swollen head. I watched in awe as she slowly lowered her mouth down the length of his shaft. I was stunned as her lips moved lower and lower along his shaft until finally her entire face was pressed against his hairy belly and his cock was fully lodged within her throat. I found myself wondering if the ease at which she did that meant that she had already sucked him off like that two nights before. What an erotic sight it was watching her bob up and down on another man's cock, then go down to lick his balls, then drag her tongue back up along the length, and start bobbing up and down again. Prakash was laid back with his eyes closed and breathing heavily in obvious appreciation of the pleasure my wife was providing him.

Neha had enough of sucking before he was able to cum. I'm sure her jaws were tired from trying to service that huge thing. She then stood up and climbed on top of the couch and straddled his legs as her lips joined his in another kiss. Prakash's cock, now slick with Neha's saliva was pinned between them. She took her time. I think she wanted to give me a show. Neha pulled herself up and wrapped her hand around his shaft and aimed it at her pussy. Prakash's burning love muscle was now less than an inch from her pussy that had been soaking wet all night with desire. The first time Prakash fucked Neha at the hotel I wasn't able to see his cock as it invaded my wife's once faithful womb. This time, for the very first time, I was about to witness another man's cock enjoy the warm wet feeling that only a short time ago was only felt by me.

Once again, there were no condoms. Nature was simply taking its course. The virile and fertile alpha male was making his conquest. Did Prakash just assume Neha was on the pill? Did he care? He planted his seed inside my wife numerous times the other night and appeared ready, willing, and able to try and inseminate her again. As she lowered herself, I was watching intently as the tip of his bare cock first made contact with her pussy lips, and then slowly pushed past them and into her wetness. Slowly she took him into her body until he was firmly seated inside her. His hands were on her breasts and their tongues were exploring each others mouths. Neha sat there moving her hips from side to side slowly as they kissed. I wondered to myself if she was trying to adjust to his size.

Neha remained that way for a short while, and then slowly started moving her body up and down on his cock. Prakash was leaning back enjoying the sensation of Neha's pussy working on his cock for about five minutes before I noticed her breathing becoming labored. His engorged cock must have been pounding against her cervix in the position she was in. She gasped "Oh Prakash" as her body went into convulsion in the throes of an enormous orgasm. When she came back to earth, she giggled, got up and told him to get up. She then got on the couch and lay on her back. Prakash quickly got between her legs and thrust his cock back into her.

"Easy there my hero." she gasped. "I'm still a little sore from what you gave me the other night."

With Prakash face down on her, I could now open my eyes fully. In doing so, I found Prakash nibbling at her neck. His ass was steadily moving up and down and his thick veined baby-maker was pumping in and out of her, while his enormous sperm filled balls were slapping against her ass. Neha's hands were clenching his shoulders. Her legs were wrapped tightly around his. She was staring me in the eyes. She smiled briefly, but she was too lost in the pleasure she was receiving from Prakash to worry about me. Each time Prakash thrust his cock in, her eyes would close. Prakash's body was sweaty and he was obviously lost in the gift of pleasure that my wife was so willingly providing him. Both of them were breathing intensely. The only thing I could see was Prakash's cock, covered in Neha's sweet juices, as his body got closer and closer to the eruption that would send millions of his seed into my wife's awaiting and unprotected womb. The only thing I could hear was their rhythmic gasps and groans as they enjoyed what each other had to offer. The only thing I could smell was the fragrant smell of their lovemaking that permeated the entire room.

Finally it happened. "I can't stop." He gasped.

Neha opened her eyes and looked at me as she said to him softly. "Don't stop. I need it. Give it to me, Prakash. I want all of you inside me Baby".

He immediately tensed up. Neha's wide spread legs were still locked around Prakash's and were now drawing up as tight as she could get them. Neha reached down with her delicate hands and pulled tight on his ass to draw him deeper into her womb. Prakash began to moan softly. I watched intently as his cock began to pulse and his body began to shake. Each pulse was sending more and more of his hot sperm into my wife. Neha's body began shaking intensely. I felt my own cock that desperately wanted to take Prakash's place inside of my wife and found it was leaking precum all over the inside of my shorts. The culmination of their combined efforts had resulted in what appeared to be pure ecstasy for both of them. Once their shaking ceased, Neha relaxed and Prakash's cock, no longer pulsing, was now moving ever so slow inside her. I'm sure, at that moment, he hoped he would never have to withdraw.

Finally, Neha was fully relaxed and she tapped Prakash on the shoulders and they both got up. Then she did something totally unexpected. She took him by the hand and led him upstairs. When they reached the top I heard on bedroom door shut. I got up and quietly went up the stairs near the door. It was a few minutes before I could hear anything. When I did it was the bed shaking. Then I heard Neha in a loud voice.

"Oh shit that feels so good Prakash. I love it when you fuck me like that. You're so damn big!"

I couldn't believe he was hard again already! I also couldn't believe my wife had turned in to such cock hound. They weren't trying to keep quiet this time. For what seemed like an hour, I sat there with my own cock trying to burst out of my shorts listening to my wife tell my best friend what a great lover he was as he pleasured her. In between her praise of him she screamed out through three orgasms. I then heard Prakash. "Oh shit Neha! Oh shit! You're so hot! I'm gonna cum again!"

Neha's voice then rang out. "Oh yes Prakash. Do it. Deeper, Prakash. Get deeper. I want it all the way in. Cum inside me again, Prakash."

Prakash then lets out a guttural. "OHHHHH!"

I hear Neha yell. "OH FUCK!" as they were both obviously cumming again simultaneously.

They became silent for a while and then I heard them starting to move around, so I quickly went back down to my chair. Good thing I did because I heard the bedroom door open and saw their naked bodies coming back down to the living room.

Neha told Prakash. "You had better go now so I can put him to bed."

Prakash asked. "When can I see you again?"

Neha giggled out. "You mean. When can you fuck me again?"

Prakash grinned and said "That too for sure."

She went up to him and wrapped her arms around him and kissed him. They were only a couple of feet from me. From where I was sitting I could see the evidence of their copulation. There was a trail of sperm running down each of her legs. I was mesmerized by how it glistened on her tan thighs in the dim light. Neha then pulled away and gathered up Prakash's clothes. He quickly threw them on and left.

I immediately asked her why she took him upstairs behind closed doors. "Because, silly. He was a little shy. You got to watch him fuck me. I wanted you to hear him fuck me too."

She's so considerate. I got out of my clothes as fast as I could and grabbed her and held her as tight as I could while we kissed. As always, I was eager for her sweet pussy. I dropped right there to my knees. Once again I saw the sperm trailing down the inside of her thighs. I grabbed both her legs and started lapping up his and her juices that were running out of her. I worked my way from her knees, up her thighs, to her bald pussy, and immediately shoved my hungry mouth against her pussy lips and inserted my tongue. I was rewarded once again with the sweet nectar produced by my wife's infidelity.
My cock had been waiting all day for its reward also and it wasn't going to wait any more. I pulled Neha down to the floor spread her legs and pushed inside her sloppy warmth. I could feel my best friend's semen providing my cock with the lubricant I needed to immediately begin sliding my cock in and out of her. As I fucked her, my mind was filled with images of the vein on Prakash's cock pulsating as it poured the juice into Neha that I was now using for my own pleasure. I could still hear Neha's pleas for Prakash to cum inside her, echoing in my ears. I felt my balls being covered in the remnants of their tryst as my pumping forced their juices from inside her. The more I pumped the more of her lover's cum was forced out. His virile manhood must have given her enough baby-making juice to remain inside her womb for days.

I never felt her pussy as loose as I was now. I yearned to give her the same pleasure that she had just received, but knew she couldn't feel me insider her well enough for that to happen. It seemed like my cock had been buried in my wife forever, but in reality it had only been moments, probably even less than a minute, since I entered her. I must have pumped only a half a dozen times before my swollen cock began pouring my own love seed into Neha as my body shook and shook in the most gripping orgasm I had ever experienced. When my orgasm finally subsided I must have passed out, because I woke up a couple of hours later next to her on the floor. She looked so beautiful and so satisfied. I fell back asleep hoping to dream up a new adventure for us.
(End)

Ramesh_Rocky · 08-05-2019, 03:02 PM

THE MAKING OF A CUCKOLD

part1
That was quick!'

My wife was looking up at me half smiling...

I felt somewhat embarrassed. We had been playing about in bed as married couples do who have been together for some years. I had just rolled on top of Deepti, with her encouragement, but as I entered her I just exploded.

'So??'

'What??'

'Why??'

'Err... not sure.'

'Well something must have set you off. That's not happened in years. Come on... share it...'

'Not sure I can.'

'Why not?'

'I think you might be upset.'

'Try me. If it turns you on so much maybe we should explore it...'

Deepti had by now wriggled out from underneath me and was lying on her side looking at me, her head propped up by her right hand. Clearly I was not going to get away...

'What was it?'

Nervously, hesitating again I looked at Deepti who was starting to grin..

'Darling are you alright? You look embarrassed'

I looked away and down as I felt Deepti's left hand encircle my penis which was starting to harden again..

'Oh my something's really exciting you. You've never got this hard again so quickly in years...'

I looked up again. I was excited.

Now Deepti was gently moving her hand up and down, feathering her fingers over my groin and balls. Exquisite. I took a deep breath. 'I was thinking about you and Dipak.'

'Dipak?'

'Yes. I found as we were playing together with each other, talking about the evening, I had this mental picture of you and him...' my voice trailed off

'No.'

'Afraid so. Yes'

Now Deepti's eyes were full of laughter, as was her voice.

'So you climaxed as you entered me thinking exactly what?'

I knew I was going red in the face.

'I imagined he was fucking you instead of me.'

'Hai bhagban, that is nasty.'

'Sorry.'

'Oh don't be sorry. It's just somewhat surprising. What led you to that?'

'You really want to know?'

'Sure do. Anything that can bring you off that quickly is something I should know about.'

I tried to put my hands round Sandy to draw her in for a passionate kiss.

'No way. That can wait. I want to hear the story. You've never met Dipak till now anyway.'

I sighed.

'I think that is just the point. I had never met him, but I knew from our conversations over the years that he was your lover when you were at university and that he had then gone off to Australia for an engineering job in mining. He sends a New year card each year and, I'm guessing as this I do not know for sure, one of the Valentine cards you get each year is definitely not from me...'

'Your kidding?'

'No. You have always commented how did I manage to arrange to send them from so many different countries, how outrageous they were...I have denied sending them but you have never believed me.'

'Till now.'

I could see that Deepti was now thinking about this. Her hand was just holding my cock which was firmly hard, gently throbbing.

'Go on.'

'I also know you get a letter in those New Year cards. I suspect you sent at least one back.'

Deepti's hand dropped from my cock.

'You know about those letters?'

'Not what's in them but once a couple of years ago when you were ill and I was looking after the children the cards came in and I opened them.. including the one with the Australian postmark. There was a letter in it for you, marked 'private' and because I was rushed off my feet with the twins I just glanced at it. I thought very little of it then... but later it started me thinking..'

'Why?'

'I remember it started off 'Dearest Deepti' and at the end number of ''kisses'' had been added at the bottom. Then when I looked for it to give it to you I could only find the card.. I assumed I had lost the letter, but later after the next Valentine's day card came in post marked Singapore it set me thinking. Singapore and Australia are very close.. ' Now Deepti was really concentrating on me..

'Then last New Year you tell me he's now got a job in Bangladesh teaching practical mining engineering and that he's suggested we meet up for dinner here at in Delhi on his way through later on in the new year. Seems ok, but I start to wonder what you guys were like together, what you write to each other, and when I do it excites me'

I looked away somewhat shamefaced.

'Sorry but it does.'

Deepti's arms were now round me and she was kissing me. I was holding her also. My penis was rock hard.

'Relax darling. It's ok. You can tell me. Seems like you enjoy talking about it anyway...'

Deepti was now rubbing her body against mine... and there was a solid bar in between..

'Then we meet him this evening and you clearly still do like him a lot. There was a sparkle in your eyes and you flirted a little with him.'

I hesitated again..

'Go on. I want all of it. All your feelings..'

'There were a few moments tonight which made me squirm, my stomach ache, but excited me and all evening I kept of finding myself with an erection.'

I stopped. Surely that was enough.

'Go on, you must tell me if it turns you so much' 'I find it somewhat humiliating.'

'But clearly that also turned you on tonight .'

Deepti was again playing with my erection and now also teasing my nipples with her other hand. I just held her. I could not concentrate on anything else.

'Did it?'

'What?'

'Turn you on.'

'Yes.'

'Oh my we are finding things out tonight...' 'Let's hear the rest of the story then. What few moments??'

'When we arrived and I excused myself as I had to go to the bathroom. I was so screwed up with tension. Then when I returned you had already gone to the bar. As I walked in I could see you and a man, which turned out as I expected to be Dipak, sitting side by side on stools chatting. You were flicking your hair and as I approached I could see the fun in your eyes.'

'That's all it was Sunil, just fun. I love you.'

I could see Deepti was concerned now. I think she was realizing that this could turn quite serious.

'It's ok Deepti I know that. It's just... I don't know it turned me for some reason. Even more so when I arrived and had to stand behind you both for a moment before you turned and introduced me. You never said he was that much larger than me or that he was so strong. He nearly broke my hand when we shook hands you know. It's still tender.'

I looked hard at Deepti when I said this and she had the good grace to blush a little and look down.

'I did not wish you to be jealous.....I know he was a bit of a 'hunk'... That's why I went out with him at University. And it seems he still is..."

I jerked as Deepti said this and clearly she felt it through my penis.

'So you like that do you?'

'What?'

'Come on you know.'

I tried to look away but the pillow and bed would not allow it and then Deepti's hand which had been playing with my nipples took my jaw in her hand and turned my face to her. Leaning in she kissed me, gently at first, then with more force till her tongue was in my mouth, whirling around. As we broke apart a slightly serious look came over her.

'Imagine that was me and Dipak'

My whole body shook and jerked and I felt as if I would climax again.

'Wow.'

I felt worse, but oh so excited. I was sure I had never been harder.

'Go on'

'Then there was no seat for me next to you so I had to take one next to Dipak.'

'I know and I thought it was very nice of you to say to Dipak that he should talk to me rather than try and lean back. Those stools were so tight into the bar.'

'True. But as Dipak turned his back to me.. it was as if I was there on my own and you on a date with Dipak. You know what the crazy thing was?'

'No.'

'It made me hot to think of you being on a date with Dipak'

'That is crazy.'

'I know and I am feeling guilty about it.'

'No need to. You were there. It wasn't a date.'

'True but it felt like one...'

Anything else?'

'Actually yes. I found it excruciatingly when you guys stood up and when Dipak took your arm and you both turned to me and you said to the barman, but also to me.. 'I'm sure my husband will pay'. I could have died.'

'Well you didn't.'

'No But I felt as if I could'

'Dear dear Sunil... how hard you are... there must have been something you liked about it...'

I was trapped.

'What were you feeling?'

I was almost stuttering now..

'1.. 1...found it one of the most stimulating moments of my life.' 'What me standing holding Dipak's arm and saying you would pay? You truly are starting to worry me.... But it must be true as you’re as hard as anything and leaking precum all over my hand.'

Deepti had looked down at my cock and was now looking up into my face.

I could only nod.

'This truly is a different night...'

I nodded. It was all I could do.

'So...'

Deepti was prodding me again. I had sort of gone into dreamland..

'When later after dinner we went to that club and you danced with Dipak. Especially in that slow dance when he held you close and, although it was dark, I am sure I saw his hand slip down over your bottom.. and... I am not sure, I probably imagined it, but I thought he might have given you quite a kiss on the mouth.'

As a I said these words Deepti blushed.

'So he did?'

'Yes.'

'Did you return the kiss?'

'Only a little... but if I had known how you feel maybe I should have given him a deeper one...'

I felt as if I would cum again on the spot. I was trying to 'fuck' the hand Deepti was holding round my cock. She was now smiling at me in a mischievous way. She knew.

'Who's an excited little boy then??'

Little boy?????? With that I came again all over her hand. Damn

'What did you do that for?'

'I just couldn't help myself.'

'Well I'm not going to get fucked tonight am I?

Clearly Deepti was not happy.

'You should have been able to control yourself, you've never been able to get it up three times in a night even when we were on our honeymoon.'

'I normally can control myself as you know, but for whatever reason tonight I couldn't.'

'Fat lot of use you are then.'

Deepti turned away to her bedside angrily.
'Can I go down on you now??'

Deepti looked steadily at me. I could not decide what she was thinking.

'Ok do it’.
I smiled, it was one of the things I loved doing for Deepti, although she seemed to prefer it when I fucked her. Just as I was moving to go down to that musky aromatic heaven..

'Sunil ..'

I looked up

'You see this??' (she took my limp cock in her hand)

'Yes'

'While you down there here's a thought for you.'

Deepti was grinning at me.. her eyes glittering..

'Dipak's cock definitely 3 times longer and wider than this...and I'll be thinking of it..'

I felt nauseas. My throat felt dry, my balls ached from coming twice so quickly, but I was hard again. I looked down Deepti was also looking and giggling.

'Seems like you like the idea... a lot...'

Down I went, to that hot, damp, actually very wet, area between Deepti's thighs. I loved giving Deepti pleasure this way.. moving my tongue from side to side on her clitoris while she fucked herself with her finger. It was heaven. It did not take long for Deepti to have a most explosive orgasm. I went to move away and her legs twisted over and held me there. It was difficult to take breath.

'No need to move yet. We can do that again shortly.'

And we did.

I found that I was hard.. . I wanted to come AGAIN... I went to mount Deepti but she pushed me away.

'Enough.'

We rolled over somewhat apart and I started to gently play with myself thinking of all that we had done. Magic. Suddenly a hand landed on me and gave me a squeeze.

'Owe! That hurt.'

Deepti's hand had landed on my right hand which I had been using which was still tender from the handshake that I had received from Dipak.

'No more wanking. I cannot believe you want to come again. However I want you raring to go tomorrow. The kids are still with your parents and we have all of tomorrow to ourselves. Think of something else. Count sheep or something.'

I really had no choice and anyway I was actually fairly worn out with our activities anyway. It did not take me long to drift off into a deep sleep
(To Be Continued)

Ramesh_Rocky · 08-05-2019, 03:02 PM

THE MAKING OF A CUCKOLD

part2
Morning broke and we both woke up together. We kissed and there was a great feeling in the air. It was as if we were on honeymoon again.

'How about we go for a drive, find a nice restaurant for an early dinner and then retire to bed?'

'Before we have even left it?'

'Yep. Because I'm in danger of wanting to jump on you..'

I was already hard and pressing up against Deepti

'Typical.'

I could hear the fun in Deepti's voice.

'But your right, put that away and let's get going it seems a great idea. The day to ourselves. Know what the weather is going to be like?'

'Supposed to be hot again..'

As it turned out it was and I wondered if Deepti used it to tease me. She had on blue sari and a light green blouse which soon draw my attention once we were in the car and driving out into the highway.
'Do I detect no bra?'

'Like it?'

'I want to stop now...'

'Oh no you don't. Just concentrate on the driving..'

Not without difficulty I thought... but I managed it.

Later on we found a nice pub come restaurant for an early dinner. Some early punters were in however we managed to get a table. It was a bit close to the bar, but not bad. As we sat down Deepti leaned in and whispered in my ear..

'Would you like me to undo an extra blouse button'

'Absolutely'.

I was grinning again.

Deepti had withdrawn her head from my ear to see my expression she moved to whisper again

'Do remember others might see something.'

I gulped and knew that I was straining to get hard. Good thing I had fairly firm jeans on.. Deepti was grinning.

'I thought you would like that idea.'

Half way through I suddenly realized that not only was I getting an eyeful of Deepti's charms.. when she leaned forward.. so too where the guys standing at the bar. It was distinctly more crowded at the end where our table was. Deepti seemed oblivious, but I realized that this was not the case, when, as we ended our meal, she scribbled a note on her paper napkin which she had not used. Folded it, then handed it to me as she got up.

'Just got to go to the ladies room. See you shortly.'

Eyes at the bar, which was now quite crowded, followed her. I leant back in my chair and unfolded the napkin.

''Pay the bill. Tell he handsome check shirt you need the little boys room. Ask him to tell me to meet you at car. Go to car. If I am not there in 20 minutes come back in. Remember I love you. Kisses.''

I sat there staring at the note. I found again I was glad I was wearing what I was. The jeans were strong enough to hold my erection contained. It felt strange to be restrained, but hot. I knew I was already leaking pre-cum.

Could I do it? What if I did not? I could feel my pulse pounding... Something inside me said 'go for it'..

I went up to the bar and paid. Looked round. 'Check shirt' was one of those guys who make you feel quite inferior. Tall, well built, but not fat, interesting face. I not seen him before and I realized why. He had been standing slightly to one side and behind me chatting to a small group of guys. Taking a deep breath I went up to him.

'Excuse me'

'Yes'

'Sorry to disturb you, but I have just paid my bill and I need the little boys room rather urgently..'

My face felt hot. I just knew I must be going red..

'So?'

A deep even voice, confident sounding of his own ability and strength.

'Err well I need to go and my wife is not yet back. I wondered if you could ask tell her when she gets back her to meet me at our car??'

'I can, but why don't you just let her wait here??'

'No. Please just tell her.'

'Alright, but if you ask me your wife is not one to tell. I think you might find she might like to have a drink with us.'

I did not know what to say. I tried to be cool, but I knew it sounded wrong.

'Guess we will have to see. I have to run.'

'You do that. Off to the little boy’s room...'

With that he turned to the group and I went off. I decided I would use the boys room anyway. I wanted to 'adjust' myself as the position of my cock trying to get hard was somewhat painful.

As I thought about that it felt as if my cock was going to burst. I must be mad.

As I reached the men’s I had to pass the ladies room and as I did so Deepti came out. She did not see me as I had just gone past and the movement of the closing door made me look back. As she headed diagonally away from me towards the bar I could see that she had let her hair down and that she had put on more make up.

I hurried on. Fortunately there was a 'stall' so I could not only take a pee but adjust myself. As I did so I heard a couple of guys come in. I recognized the voices from the bar. They were clearly standing at the urinals.

'You know Sunny's going to score?'

'How can he? Her husband must be close by.'

'Well she was none too pleased about being 'told' to go to the car was she?'

'No'.

'What was it she said? something like ''If that little boy told be to wait by the car by myself he can think again'' Didn't take long for Sunny to offer her a drink.'

'And for her to accept.'

'Cracking breasts year. No bra.'

oh….. keya mal hai sali.

' Sunny will cop a handful?'

'Good chance.

Ufffff…….bahut naram hogi Sali ki chuchi to.

'Come on let's get back. Great view. Be fun to watch Sunny in action.'

I was sweating. I waited a short while longer. It seemed like ages.

Came out. Washed up and tried to freshen up with some cold water on my face. I held out my hands. My whole body was shaking. Gut wrenching. I was so hard. What to do? Back to bar? I checked my watch 10 minutes gone. Another 10 to go. (It was only later I wondered why I had not just ignored Deepti's instructions and just gone back in).

No choice. I went out to the car. Slipping out the back entrance so I did not need to go back through the bar. I sat in the car and time passed as slow as I have ever known. Eventually 10 minutes elapsed. I had hoped that Deepti would have come out, but there was not sign. I got out of the car. Locked it. Took some deep breaths to try and steady and slow my pumping heart and went back in.

The bar had been steadily filling up. It was clearly popular. The restaurant area was also doing good trade. I got in, but found that I could not see Deepti. I guessed she would be over near our table which of course was at the far end.

I squeezed by and eventually caught a glimpse. They were there, where I thought they might be. Clearly have a good time in the group. Check shirt, 'Sunny' I guessed, had his arm round Deepti's waist.

When I saw it I stopped dead. Oh no... but my erection was throbbing and hurting again. Why why??

I moved on again and eased myself closer. Sunny caught my eye and as he did so he leaned in and whispered something in my wife's ear.

Deepti looked up and grinned...

'So here's the little boy then. Took a long time Sunil. Wondered when you would work out I do not take orders from you...'

There was general chuckling from the guys and I felt myself blushing.

'Oh that is sweet. Look he's blushing guys... just like a little boy..'

I felt myself go redder...

Stuttering...

'I err I err think it's time to go dear'

'Not yet. I'm having fun here with the guys, and Sunny, this is Sunny by the way.'

Deepti put her arm round him. They looked a pair.

'Oh don't be such a grump. Have a drink.'

'Err.. well only a soft one. I have had a glass of wine and I have to drive.'

Deepti was looking at me in a funny way. I suddenly realized she was trying not to laugh.

'Sunny's just ordering...'

Sunny was raising an eyebrow at me

'Coke please.'

'Make it diet he's getting too fat for a little boy.'

There it was again ''little boy''... so embarrassing... so much pressure in my trousers...

Sunny handed round the drinks and I took a sip. As I did so Sunny was leaning in saying something to Deepti who glanced at me and then nodded.

Deepti was putting down her drink and making that universal gesture of waving to get more air.

Before I could say anything

Sunny was in before me

'Are you ok?'

'Just feeling a little hot'

'Maybe you need some air. Come on. Mind the way boys...'

and he was guiding Deepti past me. I went to put my coke down and follow.

Sunny looked over at me

'No need Sunil, you stay and finish. I'll make sure she's ok.'

Deepti glanced over her shoulder

'Sunil no rush. Buy the guys a round and have another coke yourself. After that I guess we must be going.'

They were gone.

I looked round and caught surreptitious grins being exchanged between the other guys. One on the right started to talk to me about cricket. I so wanted to get away. I quickly finished my coke and asked them for their orders.

'Good to see the wife has you under control. I'm Sanju by the way, local builder by trade.'

They kept changing the order and the bar was busy, but eventually I got the order in and it arrived. I went to leave when I felt Sanju holding my arm. I looked up. He had a lazy smile on his face.

'I think you want to have another drink. I am sure your wife needs more air... especially if she is with Sunny.'

The others all guffawed. My arm felt as if it was in a vice.

'Better do as he says one of the others was saying... Sanju's as strong as an ox'.

I gulped.

'Ok.'

'That's a boy. Slowly now. '

I had been about to gulp it down.

'Sip it Sunil.'

I sipped. Again. Time seemed to pass so slowly.. Finally..

'I think you can finish up now Sunil Sunny's never needed more then 10 minutes when he goes to get some air.'

Again the boys were laughing, quite raucous. The drink was also clearly affecting them. I downed the rest in a gulp and headed off to the exit.

Once I was outside I found I needed air. I looked round. I could see no one. Then a light in a car went on. It was ours and I could see Sunny was getting out of our car. I hurried over and past Sunny who was now sauntering towards the pub. He was smiling and zipping up his flies. I tried not to look. Not to think.

'You've a real cracker of a wife there. I've given her my number...'

I did not hear the rest I was almost running. I reached the drivers door and grabbed the handle. Locked. I stepped back in astonishment. Looked in and saw Deepti doing up her blouse, straightening her hair...

(To Be Continued)

Ramesh_Rocky · 08-05-2019, 03:03 PM

THE MAKING OF A CUCKOLD

part2
Morning broke and we both woke up together. We kissed and there was a great feeling in the air. It was as if we were on honeymoon again.

'How about we go for a drive, find a nice restaurant for an early dinner and then retire to bed?'

'Before we have even left it?'

'Yep. Because I'm in danger of wanting to jump on you..'

I was already hard and pressing up against Deepti

'Typical.'

I could hear the fun in Deepti's voice.

'But your right, put that away and let's get going it seems a great idea. The day to ourselves. Know what the weather is going to be like?'

'Supposed to be hot again..'

As it turned out it was and I wondered if Deepti used it to tease me. She had on blue sari and a light green blouse which soon draw my attention once we were in the car and driving out into the highway.
'Do I detect no bra?'

'Like it?'

'I want to stop now...'

'Oh no you don't. Just concentrate on the driving..'

Not without difficulty I thought... but I managed it.

Later on we found a nice pub come restaurant for an early dinner. Some early punters were in however we managed to get a table. It was a bit close to the bar, but not bad. As we sat down Deepti leaned in and whispered in my ear..

'Would you like me to undo an extra blouse button'

'Absolutely'.

I was grinning again.

Deepti had withdrawn her head from my ear to see my expression she moved to whisper again

'Do remember others might see something.'

I gulped and knew that I was straining to get hard. Good thing I had fairly firm jeans on.. Deepti was grinning.

'I thought you would like that idea.'

Half way through I suddenly realized that not only was I getting an eyeful of Deepti's charms.. when she leaned forward.. so too where the guys standing at the bar. It was distinctly more crowded at the end where our table was. Deepti seemed oblivious, but I realized that this was not the case, when, as we ended our meal, she scribbled a note on her paper napkin which she had not used. Folded it, then handed it to me as she got up.

'Just got to go to the ladies room. See you shortly.'

Eyes at the bar, which was now quite crowded, followed her. I leant back in my chair and unfolded the napkin.

''Pay the bill. Tell he handsome check shirt you need the little boys room. Ask him to tell me to meet you at car. Go to car. If I am not there in 20 minutes come back in. Remember I love you. Kisses.''

I sat there staring at the note. I found again I was glad I was wearing what I was. The jeans were strong enough to hold my erection contained. It felt strange to be restrained, but hot. I knew I was already leaking pre-cum.

Could I do it? What if I did not? I could feel my pulse pounding... Something inside me said 'go for it'..

I went up to the bar and paid. Looked round. 'Check shirt' was one of those guys who make you feel quite inferior. Tall, well built, but not fat, interesting face. I not seen him before and I realized why. He had been standing slightly to one side and behind me chatting to a small group of guys. Taking a deep breath I went up to him.

'Excuse me'

'Yes'

'Sorry to disturb you, but I have just paid my bill and I need the little boys room rather urgently..'

My face felt hot. I just knew I must be going red..

'So?'

A deep even voice, confident sounding of his own ability and strength.

'Err well I need to go and my wife is not yet back. I wondered if you could ask tell her when she gets back her to meet me at our car??'

'I can, but why don't you just let her wait here??'

'No. Please just tell her.'

'Alright, but if you ask me your wife is not one to tell. I think you might find she might like to have a drink with us.'

I did not know what to say. I tried to be cool, but I knew it sounded wrong.

'Guess we will have to see. I have to run.'

'You do that. Off to the little boy’s room...'

With that he turned to the group and I went off. I decided I would use the boys room anyway. I wanted to 'adjust' myself as the position of my cock trying to get hard was somewhat painful.

As I thought about that it felt as if my cock was going to burst. I must be mad.

As I reached the men’s I had to pass the ladies room and as I did so Deepti came out. She did not see me as I had just gone past and the movement of the closing door made me look back. As she headed diagonally away from me towards the bar I could see that she had let her hair down and that she had put on more make up.

I hurried on. Fortunately there was a 'stall' so I could not only take a pee but adjust myself. As I did so I heard a couple of guys come in. I recognized the voices from the bar. They were clearly standing at the urinals.

'You know Sunny's going to score?'

'How can he? Her husband must be close by.'

'Well she was none too pleased about being 'told' to go to the car was she?'

'No'.

'What was it she said? something like ''If that little boy told be to wait by the car by myself he can think again'' Didn't take long for Sunny to offer her a drink.'

'And for her to accept.'

'Cracking breasts year. No bra.'

oh….. keya mal hai sali.

' Sunny will cop a handful?'

'Good chance.

Ufffff…….bahut naram hogi Sali ki chuchi to.

'Come on let's get back. Great view. Be fun to watch Sunny in action.'

I was sweating. I waited a short while longer. It seemed like ages.

Came out. Washed up and tried to freshen up with some cold water on my face. I held out my hands. My whole body was shaking. Gut wrenching. I was so hard. What to do? Back to bar? I checked my watch 10 minutes gone. Another 10 to go. (It was only later I wondered why I had not just ignored Deepti's instructions and just gone back in).

No choice. I went out to the car. Slipping out the back entrance so I did not need to go back through the bar. I sat in the car and time passed as slow as I have ever known. Eventually 10 minutes elapsed. I had hoped that Deepti would have come out, but there was not sign. I got out of the car. Locked it. Took some deep breaths to try and steady and slow my pumping heart and went back in.

The bar had been steadily filling up. It was clearly popular. The restaurant area was also doing good trade. I got in, but found that I could not see Deepti. I guessed she would be over near our table which of course was at the far end.

I squeezed by and eventually caught a glimpse. They were there, where I thought they might be. Clearly have a good time in the group. Check shirt, 'Sunny' I guessed, had his arm round Deepti's waist.

When I saw it I stopped dead. Oh no... but my erection was throbbing and hurting again. Why why??

I moved on again and eased myself closer. Sunny caught my eye and as he did so he leaned in and whispered something in my wife's ear.

Deepti looked up and grinned...

'So here's the little boy then. Took a long time Sunil. Wondered when you would work out I do not take orders from you...'

There was general chuckling from the guys and I felt myself blushing.

'Oh that is sweet. Look he's blushing guys... just like a little boy..'

I felt myself go redder...

Stuttering...

'I err I err think it's time to go dear'

'Not yet. I'm having fun here with the guys, and Sunny, this is Sunny by the way.'

Deepti put her arm round him. They looked a pair.

'Oh don't be such a grump. Have a drink.'

'Err.. well only a soft one. I have had a glass of wine and I have to drive.'

Deepti was looking at me in a funny way. I suddenly realized she was trying not to laugh.

'Sunny's just ordering...'

Sunny was raising an eyebrow at me

'Coke please.'

'Make it diet he's getting too fat for a little boy.'

There it was again ''little boy''... so embarrassing... so much pressure in my trousers...

Sunny handed round the drinks and I took a sip. As I did so Sunny was leaning in saying something to Deepti who glanced at me and then nodded.

Deepti was putting down her drink and making that universal gesture of waving to get more air.

Before I could say anything

Sunny was in before me

'Are you ok?'

'Just feeling a little hot'

'Maybe you need some air. Come on. Mind the way boys...'

and he was guiding Deepti past me. I went to put my coke down and follow.

Sunny looked over at me

'No need Sunil, you stay and finish. I'll make sure she's ok.'

Deepti glanced over her shoulder

'Sunil no rush. Buy the guys a round and have another coke yourself. After that I guess we must be going.'

They were gone.

I looked round and caught surreptitious grins being exchanged between the other guys. One on the right started to talk to me about cricket. I so wanted to get away. I quickly finished my coke and asked them for their orders.

'Good to see the wife has you under control. I'm Sanju by the way, local builder by trade.'

They kept changing the order and the bar was busy, but eventually I got the order in and it arrived. I went to leave when I felt Sanju holding my arm. I looked up. He had a lazy smile on his face.

'I think you want to have another drink. I am sure your wife needs more air... especially if she is with Sunny.'

The others all guffawed. My arm felt as if it was in a vice.

'Better do as he says one of the others was saying... Sanju's as strong as an ox'.

I gulped.

'Ok.'

'That's a boy. Slowly now. '

I had been about to gulp it down.

'Sip it Sunil.'

I sipped. Again. Time seemed to pass so slowly.. Finally..

'I think you can finish up now Sunil Sunny's never needed more then 10 minutes when he goes to get some air.'

Again the boys were laughing, quite raucous. The drink was also clearly affecting them. I downed the rest in a gulp and headed off to the exit.

Once I was outside I found I needed air. I looked round. I could see no one. Then a light in a car went on. It was ours and I could see Sunny was getting out of our car. I hurried over and past Sunny who was now sauntering towards the pub. He was smiling and zipping up his flies. I tried not to look. Not to think.

'You've a real cracker of a wife there. I've given her my number...'

I did not hear the rest I was almost running. I reached the drivers door and grabbed the handle. Locked. I stepped back in astonishment. Looked in and saw Deepti doing up her blouse, straightening her hair...

(To Be Continued)

Ramesh_Rocky · 08-05-2019, 03:04 PM

THE MAKING OF A CUCKOLD
[i]part4
[/i]
[i]I jumped in and drew the bedclothes up. Lying there on my back, my arms by my sides trying to get to sleep.. I was suddenly aware of my wife standing in the doorway. Naked. For some reason I froze. Closed my eyes and pretended to be asleep.

'You are a little boy then. Pretending to be asleep. I know you are awake. I heard the creak of the door just now.'

(Blast, I thought she had not noticed)

I opened my eyes a little, I could see from the half light coming in from the hall that she was standing right next to me.

'You stay right where you are. No moving'.

I did. Wondering why?

Deepti moved and climbed on top of my chest, rolled her nighty up to her waste, legs on either side of me. Then edged forward, at the same time lifting up my head and supporting it by bunching up the pillows.

'Guess what I want you to do.'

I looked up. Somewhat surprised.

'I know you are surprised to see me masturbated, but something about you being in the spare room really did it for me. The thought of what it would be like if you were in here and I had a real man with me in our bed really turned me on.

Now Go on lick my pussy.'

I gently started to lick. Deepti was already very wet and hot. It felt as if I was getting bathed. Her juices were now running up my nose, into my eyes as she held the bed head and rubbed forward on my face and pushed down.

I could not move. I was pinned down. Her legs on either side pushing down on the bed covers meant I could not move at all. It was as if I was in a straight jacket. I was helpless. My cock was rubbing against the sheet.

I worked my tongue hard... I could hear Deepti moaning...

I could feel myself close to climaxing and I realized that Deepti was also. It did not happen often that we both came together, but this time we did. The single bed shook and then was still.

Deepti gently lifted off me. I was still panting.

Her hand brushed over my face.

'Enjoy that.'

'Yes.'

'Did you come humping the sheets'

I was glad of the semi darkness of the room...

'Err... Yes.'

'Just like a little boy...'

There was a teasing sound to my wife's voice. Why did this turn me on so much? I knew I was already twitching again... my cock just would not stop getting excited, my mind wandered away from what Deepti was saying.

I knew I had missed something...

'... also I want you to stay here tonight. Leave my juices to dry on your face. It will be quite an experience for you waking up tomorrow. Stay in bed till I come in to see you. Little boys only get out of bed when their Mummy tells them and no 'rubbing of your eyes' till I say you can. Promise?'

'I promise.'

Deepti then leaned over me and kissed my forehead. Just as if I was a child!

'Sweet dreams then'.

As Deepti left the room the hall light caught taunt tight bottom, and then her face, her smile was full of satisfaction and enjoyment.[/i]

[i]Next morning I awoke to find that my eyes had been 'glued shut'... All those juices had dried on my face and encrusted round my eyes. I was like a small baby. I was just about to rub them when I remembered I had promised not to.

I lay there, in darkness, thinking about what had happened over the last two days. I could still not believe what had happened. We had never had so much sex and excitement since we had married some six years ago.

When one of your senses is removed it always seems as if the others are heightening...

I heard Deepti moving and wondered about calling out. Perhaps I had better not... and in any case I could now hear the shower going so I would have to wait. Hopefully not too long as I rather wanted to go and pee...

It seemed like ages, but probably no more than 15-20 minutes later when Deepti came in.

'Good morning little Sunil.'

(''Little Sunil'' now???)

I felt her approach the bed. Smelt her perfume as her face came close to mine, her breath.... and then... a gentle kiss on my forehead followed. I felt her draw back...

I did not move. Deepti's voice was calm, like a nurse.

'You are smelly and your face is a mess.'

'I cannot open my eyes.'

'I guessed that might be the case, now let Mummy clean you up. Hold your face still.'

(I was already hard and carefully I was playing with myself hoping Deepti would not notice. For some unknown reason what was happening now was turning me on).

A warm damp flannel was being used to clean my face. It felt great. Very relaxing really to lay back and have someone else do this for you. Soft wipes round my eyes got a lot of the 'gummy' residue of the night before off and I was able to open my eyes.

As I did so I looked up into Deepti's face, which was quite close. She leant in to kiss my forehead once again. At the same time her right hand had crept under the sheets and duvet and had found mine... on my penis. Her left was stroking my hair and face.

'Now now little boy leave that alone. That's Mummies property and little boys shouldn't touch it without permission. Promise Mummy your never touch that again without her permission?' I was caught up in dreamland. Why not? It's only a game.

'I promise.'

'Promise who?'

Oh no.

'I think you like this.. come on say it.. you know what'

'I promise Mummy.'

Deepti giggled.

'This is such fun.'

I was not all together sure. My cock was hard, and now Deepti's hand was on it, her fingers gently running in all directions... over and down to my balls... back again.. it was feeling even better..., but the humiliation, it was mortifying.. but sooo so arousing..

Deepti was now moving her hand up and down.. Grinning at me..

'Just think if I had really sucked off Sunny last night...made him 'cum' in my mouth... and then given you a kiss straight after...'

I could not help it. I came.

Deepti was laughing.. 'Oh you naughty little little boy.'

With that she got to her feet wiping her hand on the sheet as she did so.

'Play times over. Time for you to get up. We have to pick up the kids in an hour.'

And, as Deepti was going out the door, she looked back at me... lying there almost in shock at what had take place..

'You can do the washing of all the bed linen. It needs changing.'

I wanted to go back to sleep, but there was not enough time.

As we got on with the day I noticed that both Deepti and I kept on glancing at each other. I could not help at times to grab her and give her a quick kiss.. which was reciprocated[/i]
(To Be Continued)

Ramesh_Rocky · 08-05-2019, 03:04 PM

THE MAKING OF A CUCKOLD
[i]part5
[/i]
We were sitting down to a late dinner after we had got the twins to bed and I was just going to help myself to a second helping when I felt Deepti's hand take hold of the one I had the serving spoon in.

I looked up

'What?'

Deepti circled me. Suddenly it came to me... Like a lion round her prey.. Leaning in at times so close I could smell her perfume. Kissing my arms, hands, neck. Back. It was maddening. Running her nails down my back...

'Oh my, look who has a bulge...
‘I blushed’.
You watch TV for 20 minutes and then come to upstairs and in the mean time I am going to finish my work.

I did as instructed but only to find that Deepti, who must have been tired out, had fallen asleep on our bed.

NOOO. I was so frustrated.

I just could not believe it, but I could see she was sound asleep.

I decided the best thing was to try and think of something else. Clean my teeth. Get some sleep. As I went into our bathroom I noticed a small note by my tooth brush.

Thought it might be better to sleep tonight so took a sleeping pill. Try not to 'wank' like a little boy... but if you must why not imagine I've just returned from seeing my lover and I am so exhausted I had to go to bed and sleep... without giving you any 'attention'...? You have my permission...

This was madness. I was hard as rock again as I looked and re-read those words. Again. The ending 'You have my permission'..

What's that about? Anyone would think she controlled me. At the thought my stomach twisted and pre cum leaked from my cock. Already.

I must be twisted. I want this. I don't want it. I found my hand had been working and I was already cummming...

As I got into bed thought occurred to me I was just like a puppy being trained This is ridiculous... but something about the idea of being Deepti's puppy stirred me..
(To Be Continued)

Ramesh_Rocky · 08-05-2019, 03:05 PM

THE MAKING OF A CUCKOLD
[i]part6
[/i]

[i]Nothing much happened during the rest of the week. I said nothing about the Monday night incident. Nor did Deepti. Life goes on as usual…….. Kids, work, home life. General chores.[/i]
[i]Next Sunday evening arrived and we both knew we wanted maximum time together in the evening. I could tell. We both kept glancing at each other! We worked hard to get the kids sorted, ready for college tomorrow, and into bed.[/i]
[i]As we slid into bed I could see Deepti looking at me and her expression was thoughtful.
After some kissing and sucking I entered her from the top.
Deepti :-'I want a good long hard fuck Sunil...Think about something erotic to get hot, but not about me being with someone else.'

Me:-'I wish you had not said that Deepti.'

Deepti :-'Why?'

'It's got me thinking.' I knew I was close. The thoughts of Deepti only in petticoat.. with someone else.. I was like an animal……….. I was on top of her……….. Thrusting……..humping hard……………..like it was so Urgent.

Deepti :-'Look just stop thinking about it.'

Me:-'I can't help it. Once I start....'

Deepti :-'No just you stop.' It was too late I had cum again.

Deepti was hissing in almost a hate filled voice 'Get off me, now.'

I scrambled to do so. I feared for the consequences.

Deepti's face was like thunder.

'I'm really sorry.' I could hear myself. Almost as if I was pleading..

I could see how upset she was. Her voice was hard. Almost dangerous I thought

Deepti :-'This really pisses me off. I'm telling you now Sunil, and this is serious. If you don't get control and get back to fucking me the way you were previously I am going to seriously think about getting a fuck elsewhere.'

Me:-'Deepti you don't mean that?'

Deepti :-'Well what am I supposed to do? Your becoming useless in bed, except if I use your face, when I have to say your tongue is pretty good.'

I felt better at these words...not a lot but.. better than nothing

Deepti :-'I love you. We have a great time together, Great marriage, Great kids. I thought this only a week ago or so

Me:-‘Look Deepti something really 'hot' and exciting had come into our marriage. It was fun, safe, but with an edge of danger. Now.... ‘

Deepti :-I am not so sure. Your bloody useless now. Your just like a little boy. Soon as you’re inside me you can't control yourself.'

I hung my head. But something about her words started to stir me. It was as if I was a little boy and Deepti was a college teacher or my mum...

Now Deepti was getting sarcastic.

Deepti :-'Yep, you can hang your head. Do you know at this minute if you were a little boy I would put you over my knee and spank your bottom?

It gets worse.[/i]
[i]Deepti :- Now you are getting hard again when I talk about spanking you. You’re sick. Go and sleep in the

spare room. You can make up the bed because that's where you sleeping for the rest of the week. You can

forget about seeing me naked. ' Deepti was sneering at me now.

Me:-I tried again. 'Please. Please.. look I am hard again. Let's try again I am sure I will be ok.'

Deepti looked considering at me.

Deepti :-'OK but you have to be successful. A long slow enjoyable fuck. Just like we used to have'

Me:-'It will be.'

Deepti face darkened.

Deepti :-'Alright for you to say...If you try and fail this time there's going to be consequences. I will punish you for that, A very hard punishment.[/i]
[i]Deepti :-'I am not joking Sunil. The punishment will hurt you bad and I expect to make you cry. You will deserve it if you fail'

I could hear myself stammer...'But.. but... you love me.'

Deepti :-'Yes, but also I love being fucked. You know that. If I am married to a man who cannot do that for me...

how frustrated do you think I am going to be then. Remember I will find my way. I could.

I tried to say it a way she would accept... 'Please.'

I held out my hand and Deepti melted into my arms. Gently I guided her back onto the bed...

I went to slide into her soft folds... NOOOOO I could feel my hardness was also melting... NOOOOO...

Deepti clutched me tighter. 'Come on Sunil. GET hard.'

I tried. It seemed to make it worse. I felt helpless. 'It was hard a moment ago. '

Deepti spat at me 'Your pathetic. A little boy with a little boys cock. More like a little carrot.'

PLEASE PLEASE NOOOO I could feel my hardness returning...

Now Deepti was looking astonished. I felt the same, what was this thing happening to me??.

Deepti :-'You like it when I make degrading and humiliating comments about you?'

My cock was twitching. Hardening further.

Deepti was commanding. 'Come here.'

I did and with that I managed to thrust inside were hot and warm pussy.

I could feel her. I looked at her, 'Your wet Deepti. Something must have turned you on.. a lot..'

Being so close now to Deepti I could see it in her eyes. There was something. [/i]
[i]Me:-What was it Deepti?

Deepti :-'I don't want to talk about it.'

Me:-'Come on Deepti. Fairs fair.'

Deepti :-'Keep that rhythm going.. '

We had settled into a nice easy movement. Both of us together. Just like the old days. It was steady, but without being over the top. Loving. We kissed. Tongues fluttering in each others mouths.

I tried again. 'I really want to know deepti.'

Deepti looked away and in a small voice, which I only just caught

Deepti :-'I found it was turning me on to berate you, to tell you off, to say humiliating things, even the thought of spanking you or using my belt on you till you cried.'

Deepti was starting to cry. 'It feels all wrong. I'm so sorry. I love you so much. I could not help myself.' She was sobbing.

I found myself comforting here. Holding her. Worried. We had stopped moving...

'No worries Deepti I understand.' Kissing her with little gentle kisses

Deepti wiped her tears away.

Me:-'That's very tender.'

Deepti :-'That's because I love you.'

At that moment we both knew I was about to come out.

Deepti :-'Please Sunil fuck me.'

I loved this women but it just would not get up.

I was shamefaced.' Err...'

Deepti took my head in her hands so that we looked into each other's eyes. Very close and with a precise delivery she very clearly but firmly like a statement said...

Deepti :-'I think I need to find someone to give me the fucking that this little boy cannot give me.'

I felt myself harden again. Strengthen. Expand.

I could see her smile.. 'My oh my... that does the trick alright.'

It was and we were humping again. Trouble was I was now thinking about someone else being here in bed with Deepti.

Deepti must have sensed it.

Deepti :-'What are you thinking about??'

'Err..'

Deepti :-'I know, I can tell your thinking about me with someone else. Right?'

Me:-'Well you mentioned it.'

Deepti :-'Your pathetic. You keep going. If you come now I really will smack your bottom.. and who knows I might really have to find someone who can fuck me.' Deepti was hissing again.

AND THEN THE OVIOUS DISASTER HAPPNED.

I felt it. So did Deepti. Her eyes were narrowing to slits.

Deepti :-'Did you do what I think you just did?' [/i]
[i]There was a coldness about them, but glittering. It was exciting her also in a way what was happening to us.

I knew I was getting smaller again.

I shivered. I shriveled even more.

It was worse somehow, Deepti was gently pushing me away. It was a bad dream.

Deepti :-'Well?'

'Sorry.' I pleaded with my eyes. 'I am so sorry.'

Deepti :-'What do we do Sunil?? where do we go from here?'

I hung my head. What could we do?[/i]

[i]Go to the spare bed room and sleep. I will punish you for this, Just remember that….she hissed.[/i]
[i](To Be Continued)

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