Adultery UNFAITHFUL MOTHERS AND HOUSEWIFES by stranger_women

[Ramesh_Rocky]

THE MAKING OF A CUCKOLD
[i]part7
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Next day in office my boss called me in his chamber for something important. He requested me to attend a business meeting at Bangalore. He said he was depending heavily on me. I had to say ‘Thank you sir, I will try my best to make the deal final”.

That Friday I went to Bangalore to attend the meeting. After completing the meeting and finalizing the deal successfully I checked in to a hotel arranged by my company. I wanted to spend few hours there because my return flight was at midnight.
I was relaxing in my bed when at around 5-O-clock in the evening Deepti called me in my cell phone. She asked me how was my day and when I am returning. I informed her that my meeting was over and I am relaxing in my hotel room right now. I also told her about my flight schedule. She then asked me exactly when she could expect me at home tomorrow. I thought for a moment and said I may reach home at around 8 AM. Very surprisingly she then requested me to give a call in her mobile phone at least half an hour before reaching my home. Deepti added it was urgent.

I was very surprised. I asked her why she was asking this. In a very calm voice she said “you know…Sunny called me today.”
I did not understand the name first time, so I asked who?

Deepti shouted “array baba sunny sunny……that handsome guy from the restaurant whom I almost gave a blowjob.
I was speechless while Deepti continued “we chatted for almost one hour……. I was telling him that you are on a business tour right now……… Hearing that he instantly said he wants to come”.
I tried very hard to utter something. Why…. He is coming Deepti.
Deepti said “come on Sunil you know that why.
I was unhappy but very very excited from for this sudden development. I asked again “ No I can’t understand ……please Deepti tell me clearly.

Deepti said “He is coming to spend the night with me baba”.
I shouted “what are you saying Deepti……we have our children’s in our home. Deepti said “that is not a big problem Sunil…….I am going to drop the children’s to my sisters house. You know how she loves to spend time with the children’s.

I didn’t say anything because I could not find words to express my feelings.

She continued “you don’t need to worry about that …I will manage. I am just asking you to inform me before reaching home because I don’t want you to meet with him.
“But……Deepti”
Deepti stopped me saying “come on Sunil……. don’t say that you are jealous. I know you want this too. All the time you get excited thinking about me fucking someone else, don’t you? She was right, my cock was hard like still though I could not believe that this was happening to me.

She understood my condition. She again started “you know you can’t fuck me the way I want. Sunny can……..I have seen his cock size ….it was so thick…..I will definitely get a long and hard fuck from him. Come on Sunil say something…….you know I love you…….and it is just sex nothing else……you agreed…. I said I will punish you……remember…….I really need this Sunil……If you are unsure, put your hand inside your pant and just feel you cock, you will get your answer.
She was right I felt it too. I tried hard and could just say “ok”.
“That’s my little boy……I am assuring you Sunil we are both going to enjoy this journey tremendously. Don’t think that you are being sidelined; I will make you a part of it. Let’s play the game properly……you obey me you will get your reward and you disobey me you will have punishment and humiliation. Both the way we will enjoy……..have faith in me Sunil…….trust me. Now be a good boy and get some rest……see you tomorrow.


After her phone call relaxing out at hotel became a terrible experience. My cock was hard on and off all evening and night thinking about what was going to happen at my home. 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
I was virtually unconscious with desire as my 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.

I wiped the sticky cum from my face and chest and let it drip onto my tongue. I imagined that I was eating Deepti after her mating with Sunny 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 Deepti 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 answered with a simple. "Ha bolo?"

"I will be home in about a half hour. Is Sunny 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.
(To Be Continued)

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[Ramesh_Rocky]

THE MAKING OF A CUCKOLD
[i]part8
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I paid the taxi driver and slowly entered in to my house. Front door was open.
The details of what they did would be denied me though, and I would have to learn the story second hand from the few little bits that Deepti would share with me. Deepti's shoes and her sari were in the foyer, fallen in a heap. It was pretty clear that he hadn't wasted any time pulling her sari down. I could also see, or at least imagine that I saw impressions from her knees on the sari. "Yes," I told myself, "this is where she dropped to her knees to blow him."


I looked for telltale spots of cum on the floor, but there were none. I glanced into the kitchen and saw her blouse and bra on the floor, and an open bottle of whiskey and glasses with watery light brown liquid and thought: Here's where they had a couple drinks and then he stripped her bra off. Did he grow harder seeing her freckled white skin and her nipples, raised in expectation for him? Did he spend time sucking her breasts? Did she hold his large head close, and caress his face while he sucked hard on her nipples? Did Deepti beg him to suck harder? Was this where Sunny slipped his hand under her petticoat, and began to finger her cunt? Maybe, maybe not. The French cut panties she loves to wear were not in sight. Maybe Sunny waited until they went to our bedroom to lay claim to the place between her legs.


I am sure you think I am totally obsessing over writing about the details as I uncovered them, but consider that Deepti and I always had agreed to play together; thus, it was painful for me to see her really going solo like this. I shook my head to clear it and to reign in my wild imagination. I was following the forensic evidence and rebuilding a story of how he took her and how she likely responded, but I was far from detached. My cock sprung into a stiff pole as I went up the staircase. Ah, there they were Deepti’s white petticoat, 6 steps up, and her silk panties now caked with her dried juices. He probably grabbed her and stripped them off as they were going up... or did she strip off, unable to contain her excitement? Either way, I knew she had to have been naked. What was his reaction to her nakedness, I wondered?

I wondered whether he fondled her on the stairs or waited until they got into the bedroom. As I saw him in my mind's eye touching my wife, perhaps squeezing her ass or cupping her breasts, my stomach churned with angst. But there was that "other" feeling too, one that I don't still fully understand. My cock was hard as a rock, fully up and banging against my own belly. I was really turned on by all of this and I had never wanted Deepti more than at this moment.




I reached the top of the stairs and walked down the short hallway to our bedroom. I noticed the scent even before I noticed her. I smelled sex, to be sure, but that was mixed with a tremendous scent of stale sweat, both Deepti's and another one; one that was completely foreign but strong and pervasive. Well, obviously they had been physically active and certainly not for just a few minutes.

Deepti looked up at me as I entered the bedroom, yawned lazily, and smiled with her eyes showing big smile lines. "Good morning, my sweet understanding husband," she said with genuine warmth and beckoned me forward for a big hug.

I hugged her tightly, thinking that I was lucky to have this adventurous wonderful woman. All thought that maybe I had lost her to this strange new lover seemed to disappear, at least for a moment or two.

Then, I broke the embrace and sat on the bed beside her. She turned over on her tummy and I appraised her body. She was totally naked. Then I noticed the marks on her ass. Deepti has milky white skin with a sprinkling of freckles, but she bruises easily. I didn't need to be much of a detective to see the palm prints that were everywhere, especially on her ass and back. This Sunny guy had not been gentle with her, that much was clear.

I cringed a little for her as I saw the bruises and the hickeys on her neck, the love bites on both her inner thighs, and then asked simply, "Did he hurt you Deepti?"

Her reply was surprising, "Oh God yes Sunil... yes... Mmmm... YES..." And she laughed a wicked little laugh.

It shocked me totally when she pulled a pair of men's jockey shorts from under a pillow, held it up to her face and breathed deeply.

I'm not a science type, but I do vaguely recall the concept of male pheromones from male sweat and the supposed effect they have on women. The bottom line as a watched her breathe in, was that millions of microscopic pheromone particles entered her body and began to do their work. She turned over on her back, spreading the boxers over her face. Clearly, she was smelling his cock and enjoying the memory of it.

"Deepti, what the fuck? Get rid of that for shit sake," I growled.

She just smiled and breathed in again. "Mmmmmm....," she breathed deeply again, "It's ok Sunil, just reliving last night."

I took the opening and tried to probe for a little information, and asked, "Want to tell me about it." But she didn't take the bait. I kept pulling on the thread. How many times did they fuck? "Too many times to count," she said, laughing.

"I hope you used a condom, sona," I ventured. She said, "I brought it up, Sunil, I really did. He was definitely not a condom kind of guy, believe me. Besides, he would have used up a LOT of condoms."

I said, "Deepti, you have made a terrible mistake,"

She thought or a moment, then replied, "Honey, you saw Sunny, he is a huge man. He just pushed my legs over his shoulders and shoved. What was I supposed to do? Besides, I'm not going to lie; it felt fabulous bare with him—I think I came the first time in about 5 minutes. To be honest, after his first thrust, I didn't want a condom, OK? Let's drop it."

Then she said apologetically, "don't be mad honey. It's over and done"

I asked "Was he big?

"Holy shit… he was hugely thick," she admitted. "He really stretched me. My pussy will be flung sore for a week," she said, then turned over and pulled on my arm, dragging me toward her crotch.

"I hurt so much there, sona. Come on, make it feel all better. You know what I need," she said making a little pouty face.

She waggled her hips temptingly. "Come on Sunil, kiss it. My pussy feels like I have been riding a steel pipe all night."


"All night?" I thought. Well, I knew from what she had just said that they had fucked face to face, and from the handprints on her ass, that he had taken her doggie style. How many times? How many ways? What else had they done? I asked more questions and got a few answers. Yes, of course she liked Sunny very much as a sex partner, but not beyond that. She said he was an ex football lineman, 26 and married twice with three kids, loved married women, and wanted to do her again. Finally, Deepti grew tired of all the questions, and pulled my face right down to her pussy. "Please Sunil,,,,my little boy, eat me. Eat your mummy now."

I couldn't help noticing how red and still swollen her lips were. I could sense her arousal. "I want to fuck you Deepti," I ventured.


She replied, "Oh god Sunil, I am going to be sore for a week. Please my sweet darling, kiss me deep right there, right now. Just lick me deep"

I am not a total idiot, and I know this was part of her little game - the "conditioning". From the last few days she was indirectly training me for becoming a true submissive cuckold.
But I know that I loved her enough to go along with whatever was going on. Besides which, for some reason I desperately desired her, any way I could have her. I grew from limp and angry to hard and pointing upwards in nothing flat.

I swung her legs apart without resistance from her, I worked slowly to probe her labia, and the swirl of male and female pheromones came to me in a sudden rush. I could smell his sex in her, and their mixes sweat on her thighs and when I stiffened my tongue to thrust inside her, their mixed cum met my tongue and my lips. She raised her cunt onto my mouth and spread her own pussy lips for me to service her.


In the back of my mind, I remembered what she had told me earlier that she wants to dominate me, but I was powerless to stop.

I started licking her inner labia and it seemed that there would be no end to the fluids that were covering my nose and face. I had eaten her to orgasm a few times and knew the taste of her cum. Now with this added taste of his cum mixed with my wife's scent, my own crotch ached.

With one hand, I massaged my penis through my pants. Deepti noticed, pulled my hand away and said, "Not yet, sweetie. Eat my pussy. Taste it all."

I started to circle her clit and after a bit looked up over her trimmed pussy to see whether her nipples had stiffened and see the look on her face. Deepti was in another place now, her crotch rocking upward for me, and as before, languidly waving the stained crotch of his jockey shorts over her face. She was most definitely in another place, thinking about another man, but I was determined to make her cum for me. To show her I was worthy of sharing her bed and her pussy, and every bit the equal of Sunny, The guy whom she was mentally still fucking.

"Mmmm... YESS... GOD... YES... EAT ME... ," she said, the excitement obviously rising inside her. After a good twenty minutes of hand and mouth stimulation, she gave out a warm sigh and orgasmed for me. I lay beside her, she stroked my sweat and cum stained hair and she asked smiling, "So, did you enjoy how we tasted?" I frowned and said nothing, but I understood her point.
(To Be Continued)

[Ramesh_Rocky]

THE MAKING OF A CUCKOLD

[i]part9[/i]

"Deepti, I need to cum inside you so bad. Please?" I begged.
She put Sunny’s jockey shorts back under the pillow and turned to face me. "Sunil….. Look Sona , I have been thinking about this for a while. I really love you -- I do, but right now, I only seem to crave For guys with big dick………….guy’s who can fuck me hard and long………. guy’s who can fuck me again and again all through the night.

Last night Sunny took things such a higher level that is completely beyond to you. It was probably the most intense sex I have ever had. And I mean ever! It took a lot for me to go solo like that and I hit the jackpot with Sunny. He treated me like a total slut, and guesses what; my pussy was on fire for that big man."

"Sunil, It's something—I can't explain; maybe because of your inability to fuck me long and hard like before awakened something inside me, because of thatI had no problems at all whoring for Sunny. Today I seem to get tremendously aroused by being completely submissive to Sunny.

And so right then and there, lying back exhausted from being fucked by the big cock of last night and now licked to orgasm, she nonetheless still had the energy to lay down the law to me: "Look honey, at least for now, we aren't going to have intercourse, I just don't feel that way for you. You'll have to make yourself cum playing with your dick, maybe while watching me make love to Sunny. She let that sink in for a few moments, then continued, "My sweet hubby, I promise I will enjoy watching you do that. She scooted over to me, and licked my ear, then whispered in a breathy voice, "Mmmmmm, baby it turns me on so much to see you play with your dick. I want to watch you stroke it right now."
She brushed against my face with her breast, continuing, "You can even suck my nipples while you do it, but no more, understand?"
She opened my jeans, pulled down my briefs, and moved my hand to my cock. "Go ahead, honey. Enjoy this."
Needless to say, I was completely pissed and wanted no part of this. But then she smiled the smile I can never resist, and she cupped her hand over mine and started helping me to stroke my cock with my own hand. After a bit she cooed, "That's it my darling, that's my good boy. Stroke yourself and cum for mummy. Close you eyes and think of Sunny's big thick cock inside me. Stroke it and cum."
She laid back, crossed her legs lazily, stroked my hair and idly watched me. After a few moments, she pulled out Sunny's jockeys and started rubbing her face and her nose with them again.

"That's it baby, stroke your sweet little dick," she kept saying softly between breathes of her lover's scent, "Oh God, that's what I need. Oh Sunil, imagine me fucking Sunny in our bed. Doesn't it make you soooo hot! Think of me and Sunny together and cum while I watch you."

At the time, this didn't seem as bizarre to me as it does writing about it now, so many months later. Seeing things more clearly now, it's obvious that Deepti was psychologically training me into becoming a complete cuckold accepting other men in my bed with my wife as normal.
In five furious minutes, I bit my lower lip and came into my own hand.
Later the evening, after I took the children’s back from her sister’s house, Deepti's cell phone rang. After looking at it, she walked outside to take the call. I didn't like that because I had the uncomfortable feeling I was being left out of something again. After 10 minutes of whispering over phone, she simply told me, "Sunny is again coming over tonight honey. I don't know if you want to be here, so I am just telling you out of respect. "
" I wanted to scream, but was trying to keep my cool.
"Deepti, that's pure bullshit, “I argued. Deepti shook her head saying, "Honey, I love you like anything, and I wish it wasn't true, I really do. But I think I am getting addicted how Sunny makes me feel.
Then she kissed me not with passion, but tenderly and sweetly, saying, "Sunil, be honest with yourself, you know how hot it makes you thinking about the idea of me fucking another man. I see it in your face. Ask yourself if you really want this to end. I think you're loving it as much as I do; well almost. "
" She kissed me deeply and fondled my ass while I squeezed hers.
I wanted to take her right there in the kitchen, and rolled her petticoat and started to pull her panties down.
She pulled my hand away abruptly and said, "I still hurt honey from last night. Look, I promise we'll get in a fuck, but give me a few days to get over being sore."
“No I want to fuck you right now. I can hold it anymore”
She shook her head, "He really stretched my pussy and I am really sore out there.
“Please Deepti don’t forget I am your husband”
“Don’t give that ‘husband’ bullshit to me Sunil. That night in the restaurant Sunny promised me that if I allow him he will fuck me 'long, deep, and continuous' and he delivered." Then she smiled to herself, "and delivered and delivered…….all through the night" But you tried again and again and failed. You can’t blame me for not giving you chance to prove yourself.
“Deepti I want to come inside you badly. Please give me another chance. Thais time I will definitely satisfy you, I promise. Deepti looked disgusted. But I kept begging her again and again.
”Ok then…… I will give you one last chance to prove yourself. But remember if you fail again there will be consequences. I will punish you again and this time the punishment will be physical.

“It’s Ok. I agree”. I thought to myself, anyway, if I don’t try, she is not going to stop fucking Sunny…..right?
But she said “look Sunil if you fail this time you are going to have to lie on the spare bed. Face down and I am going to give you six wallops with that leather belt from your jeans. You know the strength of my arm from when we play tennis.' (I knew I must have looked shocked). But now there was no way back[i].[/i]

I moved up and placed my cock at her entrance and hurriedly pushed inside. I tried to hump her slow and steady. I tried my best to keep my cool while humping her. I also tried to control my mind by thinking other things. The rhythm was working perfectly. I fucked her well for 3-4 minutes. But the intense heat and overwhelming wetness of her pussy was too much for me to take long. I was taken aback by the unusual looseness from her vagina having already been penetrated by Sunny’s huge cock. As I thought about that, my body immediately convulsed. My cock began sending sperm into her body…….pulsing……. Over and over again. I pushed my cock as far inside her as I possibly could to try and take back what was once only mine. My brain, overwhelmed by the turmoil of the day, went blank. My cock began shrinking and was involuntarily squeezed out of Deepti by her vaginal muscles. I lay there nearly unconscious until Deepti's voice brought me out of my fog.
“You failed again sunil….you failed again.”
[i](To Be Continued)

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[Ramesh_Rocky]

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[Ramesh_Rocky]

THE MAKING OF A CUCKOLD

part10
Deepti was out of bed and now rummaging in our store room.

'What you looking for?'

'Some rope so I can tie you to the bed'

'Why?'

'So I can wallop you, without you getting up.'

'Your not serious?'

'Of course I am. I told you, and now after you letting me down I am going to give it to you. I'm really fed up. Maybe tomorrow when you are at work you will have something to remember and not let me down again.'

I sat up on the bed watching.

Deepti had got four old pairs of ropes out, and was quickly putting on some plain white a bra and petticoat. She glanced over.. 'What are you looking at?'

'I was wondering why you were putting clothes on again?'

'I not doing this for fun. We need to go to the spare room away from the children's.'

I sat there watching her. She really did look good in her petticoat and bra. A tight neat bottom. What worried me was that she was pulling the leather belt out from one of my jeans. It was not very wide but I could imagine how that might feel. I could hear myself again pleading.. 'Please Deepti don't do this.'

'Why not? You need to be taught a lesson'

'But it's not my fault'

'Who's is it then? Not mine for sure. See anyone else in this room? You’re not gay are you?'

'No.'

'Then why cannot you fuck your wife properly?'

I just shook my head. I tried again. 'If you’re intending to use that belt it's really going to hurt. The children might wake up.'

I could see the determination in Deepti's face.. 'Why? You scared you going to yell?? You’re not really a man but a boy....'

Something was stirring inside me again...

'However. You could be right about the children, even if we are in the spare room furthest from them. Let's go down to the ground floor and the single spare bedroom down there.. No chance then of any yell getting up here... Go on then. I see you down there. No need for clothes' (As I went to pick up some shorts. I dropped them again as if they were hot).

I could hear it in Deepti's voice and see it in her face and body posture. No arguing.

I went down. What a nightmare. However what was worse... was some part of me was finding the way Deepti was treating me exciting.. Tension…… Uncertainty………. Fear………. My heart was beating fast again.

I got down to the bedroom. It was not very big really. Enough room for a single bed, chest of drawers, desk, chair, bedside table and lamp, high small window with bars for security. I sat on the bed. I looked round, this I felt, is what it might be like as a prisoner. Waiting his warder. I looked down. I was hard again. Oh no.

Go down GO DOWN. I was urging myself looking down at my penis which seemed to have a life of its own and was now sticking straight up again.

'So you like the idea?'

I had not heard Deepti arrive. I looked up.

She was standing leaning against the door frame. The belt swinging gently back and forth in her right hand, doubled up. My eyes were drawn to it.

I also realized why I had not heard her. She was not wearing shoes and was light on her feet.

I thought she looked like a female lioness……. White petticoat showing off a tight bottom……. Plain white bra but this somehow enhanced the look, with her long black hair pulled back into a ponytail.

Deepti was looking down at my erection I put my hands over it.
'You should stand up when I come into a room.'
I did.
'Hands by your side.'
I did as I was told. Deepti moved further into the room.
VERY like a lioness. She prowled round.
”On the bed with you…… Face down……. Spread your legs and hands out to the corners”. Her voice was clear and firm, but I could also tell there was a touch of excitement showing..

Mentally I shrugged and did as she requested. I was careful to ensure my erection did not get caught..

Out the corner of my eye I saw the belt being put on the bedside table. It lay there like a coiled snake.. waiting to strike. I shivered.

Deepti had the ropes in her left hand and was now threading them in turn through the frame of the bed which was one of those old fashioned made of woods with bars at the top and bottom.

'Good thing we kept this old bed ' Deepti was chatting away as if nothing out of the ordinary was happening.. but it was.. she was tying, me, her husband to a bed to thrash him. I found I was rubbing myself on the bed.

'Stop that.' Deepti had noticed and given me a light smack on my bottom. It stung. 'Owe.'

'Nothing to what it will be like.'

Eventually all my four limbs were tied with the ropes to the four corners. I felt exposed... The air was cool down here in the ground floor on my back.. I felt Deepti moving. She was now outside my vision. Near the bottom of the bed.

I heard her giggle.. 'You look like a star fish.'

'Thanks'

She giggled again. Then she was on the move again. Bringing the chair from the desk over towards the bed and I looked sideways to see Deepti drawing it up and sitting down facing me, just about in line with my neck.

Deepti's left hand started playing with my hair. Running her finger through it. With her right hand her fingers were lightly flowing over my body. My bottom. Gentle and sensuous.

'Do you like that?'

I nodded.

Deepti then moved off the chair to kneel down beside the bed... by my head. Both her hands now playing with my ears, tugging at my hair, twisting. She was leaning in close. I felt her breath in my ear. Her right hand was wriggling under my body... down to my erection.

'This little boy seems to like Mummy tying him up. It seems he's already getting damp.' Deepti's soft voice in my ear. The words.. her hand brushing over the tip of my penis. Pulling back the foreskin every so lightly, backwards and forwards just a little. Torture... but oh so enjoyable.

The voice changed a little. 'I wonder how you will feel in a minute. Ready for your six wallops Sunil?'

'Please Deepti. I know you. You hit a tennis ball so hard. I really don't think I could cope with six.'

'But you must be punished .. any suggestions?'

It suddenly came to me. 'How about if I also do the washing and cleaning this week?'

Deepti was quiet for a moment. I held my breath. A way out. Then...

'Make it the first failure penalty and five wallops and that is non negotiable and you sleep down her tonight tied

to the bed. Take it or leave it.'

I hesitated. Deepti's voice was hard. 'Decide. Now'

I shut my eyes and said it... 'I take it.'

Deepti was now getting to her feet. I turned my head to watch. She was getting the hold of her belt. Just below the buckle. Shaking it loose, dangling down. Her face turned down in concentration as she got the weight of it and swung it a little for balance. She was standing sideways onto me.

I felt scared, but excited. This was crazy.

Deepti glanced over. 'I suggest you bite that pillow. It will hurt.' There was a tense, brittle edge to her voice. "I will do it fast to get it over with quickly'

Tension in the air.

I shut my eyes and bit down into the pillow.

CRACK.

My eyes flew open. That seriously hurt. Fleshy bit of my bottom

CRACK

That wrapped around my bottom more the first one

CRACK

I was crying already.
“YEAAAAHHHHHHH” In the distance I heard a voice thick with excitement..

'Sunil you really not a man are you? Just a little boy. Go on then. Cry if it helps you..'

I cried more. The tears flowing...

CRACK

I jumped. That truly truly hurt. Across the top of the backs of my thighs.

'Last one SONA... Be good. Stay still now. It's going to be a special.'

Did I hear a suppressed giggle? Deepti was moving towards the end of the bed where my feet were.

My bottom was on fire. I felt something dangling between my bottom cheeks. Oh no...

'Just measuring up. Looks like I can reach.. Hold on tight SONA. I am going to try and hit the bullseye...'

I just knew this would be the worst. It was close to the area already on fire. I guessed Deepti was going to aim to strike just on the crack between my bottom checks. I buried my head in the pillow and bite down into it.

CRACK

If I had not done that I am sure my shriek would have woken even our distant neighbors..

The tears were running down my checks in rivulets.

Suddenly my wife was beside me. Kissing me. Petting me.

Her voice was now all concern.. 'Are you sorry??' All I could do is nod. 'You promise to fuck me hard soon when you are recovered...' I nodded again.

Suddenly I realized a hand was under me.

'No.' I did not want her to do that..

'Stay still. I want to check something...

Deepti's voice was suddenly very quiet. I could hear the amazement in it.. 'Your still hard. You liked that?'

I was shaking my head.

Deepti was clearly stunned.. 'You must do. Your still hard.'

With that Deepti started to move her hand up and down. Her face was close to mine eyes looking into mine.

I was lost.

I could smell her perfume.

She was sweating but also there was quite a bit of colour in her face.

I could see it.. Excitement. She was out of breath as if she had been in a race.

Accusingly I managed to get out 'You enjoyed doing that to me'

'Well what if I did? You are still hard and let me just say this...

I wonder what you would do, if at some time in the future, I thrashed you like this. Left you tied to the bed all the time like a prisoner and in the upstairs live with one of my lover like Dipak or Sunny as a husband and wife. What if I send our children’s to a boarding college and want to get pregnant once again with my new lover.

I came again immediately.

Deepti took her hand away from underneath me and wiped it on the sheet.

'Dirty little boy.'

I twitched again (again I had only just come!! And I was trying to get hard again??)

'I'm off to bed now. I guess you just need a sheet as I am sure you are warm.' There was that giggle again in her voice.

She pulled one over the top of me. Bent down again. Kissed my forehead, whispering again ' my dear little boy……. Sunny will arrive soon.' He will be very lucky today. He will eat your portion of food and sleep with your wife in your bedroom……..and will fuck the shit out of your wife.
I became hard like a still road instantly.
I watched as she walked away. That beautiful tight bottom waving to me... Then there was the click of the switch and I was in darkness... with my thoughts...

As I lay there I could feel the heat from my bottom. Thank goodness it had been only five strokes or wallops as Deepti seemed to prefer to call them.

The sheet was cool, but with my legs stretched to four corners this was going to be uncomfortable, I was sure, later on.

There was some light coming in from the half moon through the window. So I looked at the knots on my wrists and the knots on the bed head. I could see that the way they had been tied, and now stretched when I was frantically moving about, had caused them to tighten in such a way that clearly the only way to get them off was to cut them.
(To Be Continued)

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[Ramesh_Rocky]

THE MAKING OF A CUCKOLD
[i]part11
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No hope of getting them off then. I sighed. I tried to rest.
After half an hour I hard a sound of motor cycle which came near our house and stopped. Then after a few seconds our door bail rang. It must be Sunny I thought.
Our regular bedroom was situated just above this room. After about 10 or fifteen minutes later, I hard some interesting sound. I was sure that It was the squeaking of our regular wooden bed……..upstairs. It continued…… for near about 20 minutes then it stopped suddenly.

Few minutes later I realized that Deepti and Sunny must be taking a shower upstairs as down here in the ground floor bedroom I could hear the surge of water moving through the pipes for the power shower. Lucky him and lucky her……..I thought

I must have managed to doze a little, but not for long as I suddenly woke to find Deepti sitting on the chair next to the bed gently stroking my face.

'Deepti'

'Just thought I would come and see how you were doing'.

'I'd like to say 'fine' ..but as you can see... and my bottom is still on fire and I am stretched out and tied up as if on a rack.'

Deepti looked a little guilty. Then stood up, her expression become stern again.

'It's your own fault. Anyway I did just wonder if you would like me to put some 'ice' on your those
areas which are rather red..'

'Please.' (There I was pleading again!!)
Deepti went to upstairs.
I twisted my head to watch as Deepti returned from the upstairs and lifted off the sheet. I saw an ice bag in her hand. When it was applied... what relief……… It cooled my skin. It felt so good.

I realized I was almost purring with pleasure.

'Feel good?'

'Fantastic.'

'Fancy to have your legs free?'

'And arms?'

'Not those as you deserve to stay here tonight, but I thought it would make it easier if you could move your legs...'

With that Deepti used a pair of scissors to cut the ropes away which had been binding my legs to the end of the bed.

'That's better.'

Deepti stood up again and I looked up.

'Time to go…… Sunny is waiting for me in your bedroom. “Our first round was truly awesome. We are going to do it again and again……..all through the night……….many more rounds I think” she giggled. “Anyway…… I'll come and get you up in the morning after I have taken the children to college. Just stay quiet.'”

Deepti was moving towards the door and I saw something glint which she'd picked up from the desk top.

'Sleep well.' and the doors were closing.

'Oh,' Deepti had just put her head round the door again. 'Just to make sure they do not come in I will lock the door..'

Before I could react the door was closed and I heard the key in the lock being turned. I now knew what the glint in the hand had been.. it had been a key in her hand. The key to this bedroom door. I really was now a prisoner.

I called out softly.. 'Deepti' No answer. I called again

'DEEPTI!'

I was almost shouting, I was scared to wake the kids, although if they had not heard my last shriek on the 5th 'wallop' I doubt the volume I had generated would be heard by them.

All the doors in the ground floor were thick fire doors. Very safe. Very strong and quite good sound proofing if closed properly.

I found myself thinking. I'm a prisoner of my wife... it's scary in a way... and yet... why am I getting hard again?

[i](To Be Continued)
[/i]

[Ramesh_Rocky]

THE MAKING OF A CUCKOLD
part12


In the night I was thinking about ourselves. How I had met Deepti when I was sorting out my flat. I had needed a lawyer and an old girl friend had jokingly said if I needed a pretty one she knew of a friend, Deepti, who might be worth a try. I thought. Why not? Might as well deal with an attractive lawyer.. sure I would be screwed on the bill... but better by an attractive female than some old duffer.

It turned out that Deepti and I just clicked. There were some complications on the lease, but Deepti showed great determination and managed to get it sorted out. She was quite impressive. I sometimes thought she could be a touch scary at times, fortunately never with me... After completion on the flat I asked her out and it went from there. We were married just over six years ago.

Family disaster struck us early on, just after we were married, in that her parents were killed in car crash. Her father tried to overtake a lorry in really bad, rainy weather on a highway. He had not seen the car on the outside had stopped suddenly to avoid another car which had broken down. End result not good. Deepti had been totally bereft, she was an only child. I did my bet to comfort her. Running around, doing the shopping, the daily chores, trying to give her time to rest and recover, give her massages, she seemed to love me working on her back and then on her feet. Gradually we got to normal and the twins were conceived and born. A joy to bring new life into the world. I just wished her parents could have seen their grandchildren.

I was teaching which helped as the twins, especially in the early years, were considerable work. We hardly had any time to ourselves. However I was teaching in a primary college, while Deepti as a lawyer was able to work flexi hours, although she often needed to do considerably more at home in the evenings in her study.

That was one of the gains. Deepti had inherited quite a sum of money when her parents had died and we decided we would invest in a substantial house for the family. We felt her parents in particular would have liked it. We were lucky really. Deepti from her university days had an architect friend Ashis. This meant with Deepti doing the legal work and Ashis not charging us too much we were able to put forward a plan which for once the local municipality could see no objection to.

We ended up with one large detached house, built to our specification, surrounded by a good sized garden with high hedges. It was ideal for private family life.

We managed to ensure that the house had a lovely ground floor which was large enough to have a utility room, small gym, boot room with large dog cage (for the future family dog... if we ever have one), a small office and an extra single bedroom, also a shower and loo (Good for the outside help...if we ever get any).

Upstairs there is a fairly normal layout of rooms, allowing for five good bedrooms and bathrooms, with a study for Deepti on the ground floor with nice French doors looking out to the rear of the property. We indulged ourselves a little in that our bedroom on the second floor is of sufficient size to allow for a King size bed, as well as an en-suite bathroom, actually a wet room. We also installed a small 'safe room' accessed through a secret door installed in our walk in closet in our bedroom where we could store our valuables.

Money was not tight but both Deepti and I knew that although we had a great house with no mortgage we could not retire yet. My prospects of advancement were not great working just as primary college teacher. We really needed Deepti to get a rise.

I don’t now when I closed my eyes while thinking about ourselves.
(To Be Continued)

[Ramesh_Rocky]

THE MAKING OF A CUCKOLD
part13

The following morning I was awake quite early. The clocks had not changed yet and the sun was coming in through the high narrow window. Very much like a prison cell I thought. With Deepti releasing my legs it had been much easier, but still it had been a rough night. My only consolation was that by being kept on my front my bottom had not been squashed onto the bed. Some of those 'wallops' with the belt had curved round a little, so even if I had lain on my side, they would have been squashed and even more painful.

Anyway I could hear noises upstairs and sure enough after a while I heard the front door being shut and a car crunching down the drive. All was silent.

It had not occurred to me till then how potentially dangerous my situation was. Tied to a bed, locked in a room in ground floor and in an empty house. What if there was a fire? I tried to reason a bit. It was only five minutes by car to the local college. Say five minutes there, five minutes to drop the children, five minutes back. Fifteen at most for the round trip. My stomach was knotted up with tension. This must be exactly how a prisoner must feel.. of my wife. She could be doing anything. Of course then I started to think about 'men'... with her... I was a hopeless case. Why did it cause me to get so excited? Why was this suddenly happening to me? All I knew was it did.

I tried to relax

Time, when you have no clock and are waiting for something seems to pass incredibly slowly.

I tried to thing about the lessons that I needed to give this afternoon. It seemed incredibly difficult to think.

Finally, although I found out later it was only 12 minutes; I heard a car coming back down the drive. The front door being opened closed. I found I was panting. I just hoped it was Deepti...

Footsteps on the stairs coming down to the basement, and then along the corridor towards my room (my room??) They sounded quite officious and I felt sure they were high heels... Stopped outside the door. There was a jangling of keys. (This really did seem as if I was in a cell now……). A key inserted into the lock, turned and the door opened. I looked over.

'Morning Sunil'

'Morning Deepti'

'Sleep well?'

'Not very.'
Me too. Sunny fucked me 3 more times last night. He was awesome. Orgasms after orgasms……..oh you wont believe.Deepti had taken a seat in the chair and coolly crossed her jeans covered legs. She had great legs. Deepti's voice was very dry.

'That bottom still looks a bit pink... very tempting..'

I knew I was red in the face.

'Blushing Sunil. How sweet..'

'Well how about untying me?'

'In a minute or two.'

'Please not much more. I need the loo.'

Deepti was now covering her mouth with her hand, giggling. 'I forgot. Sorry. That would have been embarrassing for you. Imagine if you had wet the bed....' (For some reason the idea made a certain part of me even harder. I was glad I was lying down..)

'Anyway this is not going to take long. I am going to cut one of your arms free in a moment with the scissors and leave you to do the rest as I have to go to work. Bit late already' (Deepti was checking her watch, which I noticed was the gold rolex I had given her on our 5th wedding anniversary, she was really looking professional and sophisticated today in a very smart suit. Sexy as well .. 'Just thought I would remind you that you’re doing the washing and ironing from now on as agreed. Also I am not going to be in till late. I think I told you, but if not, I am telling you now, that I have a 5pm meeting with Mr Agarwal, one of the top partners, and he then wants us to go onto dinner. I guess I will be back by about 11pm.' Deepti then hesitated, but went on.. 'I want you to agree to something..' (Deepti's voice was trailing off and I could see Deepti was now looking down at her rings twisting them round, I could her worry or was it just concern in her voice?) . I cut in to re-assure her.

'Go on Deepti. Ask. I can only say no.'

'That's what I do not want you to say..' She looked away again.

'Come on Deepti spit it out.'

'I want... I want you to agree to me being in charge of this marriage from now on.'

'What's that mean?'

Deepti was now looking me straight in the eye. Very cool and collected now I thought.

'It means I am in charge. The boss. You do what I want.'

I lay there looking up at her. Silent I felt afraid. Something through was stirring me... exciting me... Deepti in charge..

'Why?'

Deepti's voice was now quite low, almost embarrassed.. 'I have suddenly found I like it when you do what I say. She looked away but I could now see was flushing. 'It is exciting me' and then at a rush 'and I think it excites you... Does it?'

Now it was my turn to try and look away, it was difficult as I was still held down. I closed my eyes. I heard my voice almost not of my own will say

'Could we give it a trial?? I'm not sure...'

There was silence. I had to look. There was Deepti looking steadily down at me. 'Alright I agree to that on the basis of it ending when I say so. That still puts me in charge but there is a limit'

I went to cut in. Her hand came over my mouth.

'I've not finished yet. You have to also agree to try to obey me, and if you fail any instruction I give you, it ends immediately. It's no good if you do not try. You have to want to obey me. To enjoy obeying me'

I could feel my hardness and was relieved I was still face down. 'I will try, I promise.'

'So you do like the idea?'

I hesitated

'You must do. No man (and Deepti spat the word) would agree to such terms. You truly are a little boy, but Mummy (now Deepti's voice was sickly sweet) loves her little boy.. Oh my.. seems that Mummy's little boy finds this quite exciting...' (Deepti's right hand had again wriggled under me and found my very firm erection pressed between the me and the bed..) Her head leaned in close to me, her mouth close to my ear, 'And can you imagine what it would be like if I told you that Sunny is going to make me pregnant again and again...while you have to agree to raise those children’s ' I just ejaculated. 'Oh dear. I think I can take that as a yes...'

I could not trust myself to speak. I nodded looking into Deepti's grey eyes which seemed to be so cool... much more mature and understanding than I felt.

Deepti wiped her hand on the sheet. Stood up.

'Right I'll be off now. By the way I called the college. They know you’re not so well so they do not expect you today. It will give you time to get everything sorted out. All the sheets washed and ironed clothes as well.'

I felt so small lying there naked while Deepti stood looking down at me so elegantly dressed. I just knew I was twitching again. Deepti clearly guessed..

'And no more playing with yourself, ok?? I still want a good fucking...tonight... I am sure after having spent most of the evening with old Mr Agarwal I will need something to come home to... Love you lots... Bye..' and she was gone.

I suddenly panicked. She had not cut one of the ropes or left the scissors.. 'Deepti, DEEPTI, You need to cut one of the ropes...'

'issssssss...' Deepti was back. 'You just caught me. Sorry.' Snip. 'Here's the scissors. Must fly I'm late' and away she went.


I needed a call of nature urgently by now. Talk about holding it in. Good thing I was a man...

I cut the other ropes holding the last arm and quickly got to the loo. THAT I definitely needed.

Then I got rid of the ropes as by now my arms were starting to ache and really needed some massage. I quickly Grabbed a shower. My bottom was definitely tender and I went in front of the mirror so I could fully see the back of myself. Not a pretty sight. Pink lines and clearly in places where the tip had 'whipped' round and I just 'knew' I would be getting some colorful bruises later on in the week.

I felt a bit guilty about college, but then I tried to sit down on one of our bar stools in the kitchen. Hard. Not a good idea. I jumped up fast..

Anyway I had all the washing and ironing and cleaning to do. I realized the ground floor bed would also need changing. Kids clothes. Washing basket plenty in there.... As I opened the basket I saw on top the white bra and panties that Deepti had put on before she 'walloped' me. I picked them up. The bra was clearly damp from sweat and I could smell her perfume. The panties, especially the front panel, were absolutely wet. I could not help myself I had to lift them up and sniff.. the smell was what I suspected... her womanly scent from her juices... She also must have truly enjoyed what we did last night. Actually what she did last night in ground floor and upstairs. I was really just passive.

I thought struck me. She really must get off on control of me... but then...it seems... so do I....

I got a coffee made and went and lay down on our bed. Face down. I could kneel up and drink and then lay down again to rest. Think.

Did I want it to go this way? Was it worth trying?

I felt myself get hard. I knew the answer.

With that I was up and going. Once I had done all the washing and ironing I cleaned the kitchen, emptied the dishwasher. Time flew. Picked up the kids from their after college. Deepti had made no mention of me getting them early and I guessed she wanted to keep them totally unaware of our slightly unusual night. To say the least I thought that was a good idea!!

I was giving them tea when the phone rang. It was Deepti. She sounded excited. She had just come out of the meeting with old Mr Agarwal.

'You know he's rich?

'

'Yes'

'And you know he and his wife never had children?'

'Yes, so?'

'Your never guess.'

'What? Please Deepti, get to the point, I am in the middle of sorting out the kids tea...'

'He's retiring immediately from next Monday and going on a world cruise and... and... he's decided to give me

his partnership share. It means from Monday I am going to be one of the senior partners. He said it was due to

my ability, hard work, drive. You name it he said it. The other partners are all supporting him. The practice

is doing so well I have also been given a HUGH bonus for this year.'

'How much?'

'Not telling you it's mine...' I could hear the tease...

'Come on Deepti.'

'Alright, but as I am in control you not going to know how much, however it is over three times your

yearly teaching salary.'

'Your kidding?'

'Nope.'

'Wow. Plus the rise with being a partner. We are rolling in it.'

'Sorry?'

I guessed... 'Your are rolling in it...

'Good you know your place.' Again I could hear the tease...

Two could play at that game... 'Yes Mummy.'

Deepti giggled. 'Now you be a good little boy and get everyone to bed early.. including yourself.. and maybe Mummy will come in and give you a nice kiss.... After which you have a job to do...

Bye.' She was gone.

I put the phone down. That was some news.

Bath time. Bed time. Story time. Finished by 10pm. After which time crawled slowly by.

Deepti had said she would be in by about 11pm. I had a shower, got ready for bed. Finally I found on our soft bed I could 'sit down', although my bottom was still painful, and it was still better to be on my side or front.

Read the paper. My mobile beeped. Text message from Deepti: 'Sorry. Other partners joined party. At club. Leaving now. Home by 12 xxx'

That did it.

I wondered which partners.

Some were like ourselves quite young... and most were male...

Stop it. I managed to concentrate on the paper... relief.

(To Be Continued)

[Ramesh_Rocky]

THE MAKING OF A CUCKOLD

part14
I was half dozing when I heard the front door being opened just before midnight.

'Hi there.' Deepti had clearly had a few drinks, but was in control. Excited. Had been having fun clearly.

I called down, although too loudly in case I disturbed the kids.. 'Had a good evening?'

'A 'cracker' as you would say. Deepti was clearly hurrying up the stairs. Then she was into the bedroom but did not stop... 'Hang on I need the loo.' With that she was straight into the bathroom. I was starting to harden with the thoughts of ……..Deepti undressing......

Suddenly I heard the shower going. Nooo. Too late.

Not for long. Deepti was in the door way... naked. The light of just the bedside lamp making for erotic shadows.. Leaning against it. Smiling.

I knew I had a smile as well.. 'That's a sight for sore eyes...'

'Bottom don't you mean...'

We both laughed. 'Come on in.' I opened the bed sheets..

Our hands were all over each other. It was just like the early days. I was firming nicely. Deepti's nipples were hardening. Bedroom whispers and talk.

'How's the bottom?'

'Still somewhat sore.' A gentle hand was stroking it.

'Did it turn you on walloping me?'

'Frankly yes.

What about you?

It hurt so much... but I think it was the way it all lead up to it. Your control over me. I have to say it turned me on.'

'I know.'

Silence for a while. Some gentle kissing.

We broke and I had to ask. 'So that was some meeting.'

'It was, talk about unexpected indeed.'

'How much is the bonus?'

'I told you.'

'No you didn't.'

'Well as much as I am telling you.'

I could hear the firmness. No point to pursue it. I would see it later in our joint bank statement. Let's move on...

'How was the evening? Dinner and then a club?'

'Yes. Dinner with old Agarwal was ok. Then he said he was going home, but that I had to go to a club

where some of the other partners who were waiting to celebrate with me. Then I came home.'

By now we were again into our regular rhythm. Both damp. Both enjoying each other.

I then put my foot in it. (Why did I do that?). Again. I just had to ask. There was something about that last statement that did not seem to match with the additional hour and also how excited Deepti was when she came in.

'Come on who was there?'

'Just the usual guys and girls.'

'Who?'

'Arup, Suman, Ali, Dilip, Samir, Joy, Partho, Chinki, Arjun..'

'Not Arjun?'

'Yes, why not?'

I could think of 'why not'. He was a right pain as far as I was concerned.

He thought he was God's gift to women and treated me with contempt as I was 'just a teacher'... as well as thinking he was always right.

Trouble was, as I conceded to myself, he probably was good with the ladies and probably good at this job.

On top of which he had a stinking rich father who was a top barrister.

Mind you we have a good base ourselves now... which was something to console myself with.

'Wakey wakey..' Deepti was nudging me in the ribs.

I had been day dreaming. 'Sorry.

So Arjun was there.'

'He was.'

The clipped way Deepti said it. I just knew it, something must have happened. That statement was too flat.

My stomach tightened.

'What happened?'

'What?'

'I know you. Something happened.'

'You don't want to know.'

'I do.'

Deepti moved a fraction away from me, although we were still joined at the hip...

'If I tell you then you had better be able to finish what we are doing to my satisfaction.'

'No problem there.

What did he do? Be a pain? Embarrass you?'

'You still want to know. You fail to satisfy me tonight and you are in the ground floor’s spare room for the rest of the week. Dad's so well and needs to sleep on his own downstairs ok?'

Deepti was eyeing me speculatively..

'Ok little boy...

Arjun flirted with me. I flirted back. I had had a couple of drinks as you can imagine with the fantastic news I'd got. He's handsome and very intelligent and witty.'

(Not to me he isn't). Deepti had paused... I pressed 'Go on'

'Anyway there was a dance floor. We got dancing and then a slow one..'

I swallowed. My throat felt dry. 'I think you had better stop.'

There was hardness now in Deepti's voice. A hint also of suppressed excitement?

'No. You asked for it and now you’re going to get it.

She paused.

'That's nice. That lovely.'

It was true I was hardening again and my 'thrusting’s' were with more vigor. Clearly Deepti was enjoying it more too as she was moving similarly in time with more energy.

We were both getting turned on more..

Deepti started again..

'Where were we... I know... on the dance floor.

Arjun put his arms round me. Strong arms and he smelt good, a clean manly scent, just as a man should be.

I sort of melted into them, moving...'

(I was hammering into Deepti, she was pushing back. This was fantastic for us both).

Deepti was continuing.. 'and of course his hands went down from my back to my bottom. It felt good and

then while we in a clench, moving to the music my thighs pressed into his………. and clearly he understood that I felt his thing.
'I felt him get more than just turned on when he realized I was excited too. I saw lust in Arjun's eyes.. He almost could not get the words out... but he did...

'Deepti, I can’t believe you are enjoying so much with me.

'Yes…… first time with you……tonight.'

'Well here's something else which will be a first'

Deepti paused. We were looking at each other... 'Sunil do you know what it was?'

I shook my head. I did not want to guess.

Deepti's face reminded me of what a cat looks like when it is playing with a mouse... Her eyes were glittering..

'He kissed me.'

I jerked hard at that. Deepti felt it and smirked. 'Like that do you...??

I could not say a word. I could not look away. I was as hard as rock.

'Anyway it was gentle to start with, but firm. It was yummy Sunil... and then his tongue. He tasted so good.

All the time he was letting his hands wander and at one moment he had them up my dress.

Playing with me...

NOOOO...

You utter, utter beast Sunil.'

I had not managed to stay the course. Already I could feel myself shrinking. Disaster

Deepti's face went hard. The grey eyes storm like. Her lips were thin.
Next morning we were all up early, but Deepti was before me. I just had a brief 'good morning' from her when I got up the stairs from the ground floor, and some chat over breakfast with the children.

I had the children in the car ready to take them to college when I decided to just pop back and say a nice good bye... something I always tried to do. Maybe it would start to get me back into Deepti's good graces again.

She was just inside by the hall mirror adjusting her knee size gown.

'Ah, wondered if you'd come to give me your usual kiss'

I smiled. 'Of course dear.'

'Don't you dear me. I'm really not happy with you. You were absolutely pathetic last night. Useless.'

I could see Deepti's eyes reflected in the mirror. Flinty grey. I could feel myself stirring. Something about the way Deepti was treating me was turning me on... although I felt so embarrassed. I really was pathetic.

'Err.. Yes, I'm sorry.'

'Right' Deepti seemed to be steeling herself. She stood very straight, and with her pumps on, I suddenly realized she was the same height as I am. Just under six feet. I looked questioningly at her...Her eyes seemed to be drilling into me... 'Right, for the rest of the week you can get on your knees and kiss my foot before you go to work.'

'What?'

'You heard. Do it now. Respectfully and then get back and take the kids to college.'

I knelt down. This was silly, but I could feel myself getting hard again, I started to feel myself . Maybe I could take a peek up to her gown.

'No peeking little boy.'

Clearly Deepti had thought of that!

I was hard.

I gave the toe of each foot a kiss, which was not a peck, nor a 'wet one' with tongue. It seemed to satisfy Deepti however.

'Off you go then.'

As I go to my feet Deepti suddenly grabbed me, one hand going in between the buttons of my shirt to reach under my shirt and squeeze one of my nipples hard. While at the same time pulling me towards her and giving me a quick, strong kiss with a tongue which invaded my mouth.

Her knee pushed in between my legs, against my erection. It was over before I was fully aware of what was happening. She gave my balls a hard kick with her knees. I shouted with that sudden pain and started crying putting my hand on my balls……protecting it from her…….She started laughing seeing my condition. Then She pushed me away.

'Go on, before I grab you again. You clearly like that treatment... and I like doing it to you. Expect more!'

I hesitated.. stunned almost, by this quick, almost assault on my body.

'You will be late to drop the kids at their college. Go'.
(To Be Continued)

[Ramesh_Rocky]

THE MAKING OF A CUCKOLD
part15


I went and as I drove to the college I found myself constantly thinking about the morning. What was it that made me find myself getting so turned on and excited??

I was doing something which even two weeks ago I would not have considered, why?

I dropped off the kids and went to work. It kept on nagging at me through the day. I picked up the kids from their after college club and then back for tea. Must not forget the washing and ironing... It was while I was ironing one of Deepti's blouses it came to me.

I found the idea of Deepti being with someone else tremendously exciting. I love her I know that... but in a way I could see that I felt somewhat inferior to her. In turn this was putting her on a pedestal. Something to be admired. Loved. Excited by. Out of reach. I wanted her to have it all.

Now all these feelings were coming to the surface, started I could now see by Arjun's return.

Dark mental images of what Arjun and Deepti had done. Now they were in the front of my mind.

It was being fuelled by Deepti, seemingly also finding the idea of control over me, dominating me even, exciting.

Her coldness was in a way torment... but then the close touch and love from her to me afterwards. It inflamed my senses.

Tortured me with the idea of someone else possessing her body. That Deepti would possibly allow it. Would she encourage it? Enjoy it??

Love. It has many sides... I could feel change in the air. Being teased. Being denied. Submitting to Deepti. Serving her. Loving it.

Later on in the day after work Deepti came in and things seemed very much back to normal. We got the kids in bed, and we were relaxing in the sitting room, half watching the news on television.

There was however a feeling of tension in the air. I kept quiet. Suddenly Deepti 'kicked the ball'.. the game was in play again...

'Sunil, I think we need to talk.'

My stomach knotted. 'Ok.'

'You know what about.'

'Yes'

'I've been thinking about the last few days.'

I cut in. 'So have I, and before you go on Deepti, please, I must say something..'

Deepti was lying on the sofa. My eyes kept being drawn to her legs however her nighty was well down.

I mentally prepared myself. 'I just want to know that I really deeply truly love you.'

'That's sweet.'

'Err yessss.

Well here it is...' (I had to get it out in one go. Quickly. Otherwise I knew I would not manage it).

'I find that I want you to be able to do whatever you want, while...

I want to do whatever you want.'

(Deepti I could see was watching me carefully as I was saying these things).

'I want you to control me.

I find the idea of you being with someone else immensely painful, but at the same time stimulating in the extreme.

I am a mixture of emotions. Sorry'

There I had said it

Deepti face was still. Trying not to show emotion I guessed.

I waited. Finally it seemed a long time but I guess only a minute Deepti calmly said 'You really like me being in control?'

'Yes.'

'Can you handle it? Could you handle it?'

'Yes' (I could feel my penis trying so hard to expand in my jeans. I tried not to let it show).

Deepti laughed. I looked at her questioningly 'Sorry what's so funny?'

'You have absolutely no idea... have you?'

'What of?'

What it would mean if I control you.

'I honestly don't know.'

'Glad you said that as it is important we both are truthful.

If we both think of you as a little boy needing to be taught then we can understand each other.'

As I looked a question Deepti continued...

'You will be loved, but must do what I tell you. If you fail there will be consequences'

It was my turn to try and not give my expression away. 'Consequences?'

Deepti's voice was now teasing... 'Punishments, going to bed at 6.30pm like a good little boy while Mummy has dinner downstairs with Sunny or Arjun or... perhaps a male friend. Possibly being tied up while I go shopping with the children.... or I might wallop you again.... whatever I decide. So. Do you think you can handle that?'

I did not want to think too much! All I knew was that this was one of the most sexy conversations I had ever had with Deepti. I was rock hard. I had to go for it, but I also needed to know something else. 'I do, but do you like the idea of it?'

Deepti gave me a long look. Thoughtful. Clearly considering the question.

'Let's say certain aspects appeal a lot to me. Some more than I really want to seriously thing about at the

moment. Other thoughts I find really exciting, but some of these scare me.'

Deepti paused for a moment. I waited. She went on.

'I have to say teasing you and, being in control, is really making me... 'come alive' shall we say?

Deepti's expression then changed, hardened...

'I am also upset you cannot seem to fuck me properly now, just quickly exploding...'

'I'm sorry.'

'Yes I know your are.. but you know what I thought ?
Last night?

'Yes lying in bed... it crossed my mind how exciting it would have been if Arjun had been with us for dinner and I had made you clear up, while we were relaxing in the sitting room. Then sending you to the ground floor. While I took Arjun to bed. I imagined your face. All pleading. Your just about to go down the steps to your single room... while I was leading Arjun up the stairs... Looking back over my shoulder... seeing your face... desperate but excited..

not wanting me to do it..., but also at the same time finding it the ultimate gift. Giving into me... Letting me control you.'

I suddenly noticed Deepti's hand was now under her nighty. Stimulating herself.. The nighty was edging up.. I thought.. anytime now I will see those lovely legs of her.

Deepti must have followed my gaze for suddenly she stopped. Sat up and looked at me.

Her face somewhat defiant. 'So now you know'

'Yes, it seems as if it does something for us both' I stopped. Looked again at Deepti

Deepti was now finding something funny. She was clearly trying not to giggle. I raised an eyebrow 'What's funny?'

'Us. Who would have thought we would be talking about this. It's come out of nowhere in last few days/week... ok if you want to try it so do I.' (Deepti's eyes were full of excitement. I could see it. Sparkling with fun). 'You have to formally ask me. You have to ask me to take control of you and all that means. I decide what you can or cannot do. It applies in all areas of our lives.'

I was silent. Deepti continued 'of course that supposes you trust me as your loving wife...'

I could feel the trap opening up.... and hurried to reply..and went straight into it.. 'Of course I love and trust you'

Deepti's smile was wide 'Well there you are then... up to you..'

I took a deep breath 'ok. I will do it. Will you please please take full control over me Deepti?'

Deepti looked very pleased with herself I thought. 'Fine I will take control from now on. I doubt you will be able to cope and when you ask me to release you we will know you failed.... probably tomorrow... but we will see'

Deepti's voice changed. It become more business-like..

'Right I'm for bed. So are you. In your Ground floor room remember. However I want you to give me an answer to something tomorrow morning.

Quite important. This is one of the things I have been thinking about.

You know the bonus I got and that my salary is going to be so much more.'

I just knew that was a statement more than a question... 'Yes'

'Well I want you to become my house husband. Full time. Give up work. Just mind the house and look after the kids. Become my perfect 'Suzy homemaker'..

I just stared at her. 'That's a big ask.' I took a deep breath. I could not fail immediately. 'What will I say to all our friends and colleagues?

'Just what a woman would say if the position was reversed'

I thought about it, but before I could reply Deepti continued.

'You are giving up work as your wife is the head of the household and has got such a responsible job that it is important for you to look after the house and kids for her.

Get the picture?'

'I will feel humiliated.'

'True, but bet you're hard.' I could see that Deepti was grinning at me... looking at my crotch and the bulge in my jeans.

'So tomorrow morning I would like tea in bed at 7.15am... and by the way put on that pink and white nighty which I sometimes use.. It's yours if you take the position... Your need it, especially if you fail to get back to fucking me well...

Deepti's voice hinted at being excited...

'I can imagine you serving tea in bed to me and my male house guest... who is able to do the job you clearly can't... can you imagine that?'

I could. How delicious and humiliating... I could feel myself rubbing against the inside of my jeans..

I came in my pants....

I was damp.

Deepti was now smiling maliciously at me.

'I think I know what just happened.

However just to be sure think about what I have said overnight and I hope to see you at 7.15am... with tea... in that pink and white nighty..'

Later , lying in the bed in the spare room..

I had to play with myself again before getting to sleep. Running and re-running the evening in my mind.. Did I want this. My body was telling me the answer...

'I was nearly there. You just could not hold back. Your useless. Totally pathetic.'

She was wriggled out from under me.

'That does it.

You get out of this bed this instant.

Go and sleep in one of the spare rooms and we're talk tomorrow after the kids are in bed.

Remember.. you are 'not very well...'

She pushed me away, turned her back to me.

I did not know what to do. I was in two minds, but I did not want another fight, and unlike last time this time I felt she was really not playing around. She really was fed up and frustrated and just wanted nothing more to do with me.

I felt sick.

I realized no choice... but to go to the Ground floor spare room As I went downstairs it was almost as if I was being sent to my prison cell.... or the servants quarters... and as that came into my mind... so did the thought of serving Deepti... being at her beck and call.... I could feel it... It was doing something to me... My mind....

I had to get some a grip.... unfortunately for me I knew what I would be gripping shortly... but I could not help it. It WAS exciting me these thoughts, ideas
(To Be Continued)

[Ramesh_Rocky]

THE MAKING OF A CUCKOLD
part15


7.15am found me knocking on Deepti's bedroom door (knocking on 'MY'? old bedroom's door??).

Deepti's sleepy voice called out, 'Come in.'

My stomach was tight.

I went in.

Deepti was stirring... and I watched as I stood there with the tea on the tray.

A smile started to develop over her face, which was then wiped clear.

Grey eyes now focused looked steadily at me.

'So you decided yes then...

Oh goody. This will be fun darling.

I must say you do look a pretty boy in your nighty.

Put the tea down there on the bedside table.'

I went to do so..

Deepti was giggling.

'I do think you like being treated this way.'

I could feel my penis struggling to expand, and just knew there would be a bit of a bulge showing.

I did not trust myself to say anything.

Deepti had spotted it, and of course, as I went to the bedside table she leant over and rubbed her hand on it.

'Someone really likes this treatment.'

I nearly slopped the tea, but just managed to get it down on the table in time.

I looked over and just caught a glimpse of one of Deepti's breasts as she re-arranged her nightgown.

I quickly looked away.

Deepti picked up the tea. Sipped.

'Very nice... What are you waiting for? run along and get the kids breakfast and keep the nighty on.'

I turned tail and left..

At breakfast Deepti teased me further about the nighty.

'I do like it you know Sunil, and it does protect you from all the mess of cooking, cleaning and washing up.

Some housewives wear them all the time.

I think you should keep it on when you do jobs round the house..'

I looked over. Deepti was holding a cup of coffee in two hands gently blowing on the top to cool the liquid a little. Her eyes met mine and I could see the twinkle of the tease there.. This was a lot of fun. For us both.

Deepti looked so well groomed and professional with her nails carefully polished, hair, make up.

All perfect. I looked down at myself, ....not quite the same.

As I looked up I could see Deepti's lips were twitching again.. something more I was sure..

'Good news children, Daddy's going to give up working so he can be here at home to look after you full time.

Isn't that great.

He's going to be handing in his notice today and that means he should be free from tomorrow week

Right?'

I nodded. My gut was tense.

The kids where excited.

Daddy there to help and play with them all the time.

I could, I was sure, get that arranged, but did I really want to?

I was due to finish in about a week anyway, but had a number of enquiries out and was sure to get more work... but as I looked over again at Deepti I knew the answer was yes. Her calm manner. Her looks. Her control. Her teasing... I needed to take this path.. to try it..

When I went to give Deepti a kiss goodbye before taking the kids to college I could see the finger pointing downwards. I knew it had to be the foot...kissing…

As I got up she again repeated yesterday. Grabbed me and kissed me forcefully, although this time she nipped my bottom lip a little with her teeth.

'aaaaahhh!'

'Like that?'

'Not really.'

'That's funny you’re still very hard...' Deepti's right hand was now digging into my groin. Squeezing.

Her left hand pulled my head down and my ear to her lips

'And by the way you eat tea with the children from now on as you're a 'little boy', I am sure they will like

Daddy doing that.

You can serve my supper to me later.'

With that Deepti released me.

I felt so small... but I felt so submissive to her.. and it was exciting.. the thought of waiting on her... serving her..

With a grin Deepti pushed me away.. 'Bye darling... have a nice day.'

I went to take the kids to their college and hand in my notice at mine...
The day was strange in a way. Handing in the notice was not difficult; when asked about what I was going to do I explained we had a number of things needed to be done round the house and that Deepti's job was going so well that she had less time, so I needed to be at home more.

I thought most things had gone smoothly till Monica a teacher with who I had worked with on and off for a number of years cornered me just after lunch. I was having a quiet coffee in the office, before going home as I was finished for the day, which I shared with her and one other teacher, when she came in and shut the door. Not unusual in itself, but I heard the lock being turned and looked up to see her coming over to my desk with quite a serious face. You know what they say about people invading your space and that the hairs on the back of your neck stand up... That was the exactly the feeling I got now.

Monica came round the desk where I was sitting and stood beside me looking down. Then moved a few books aside on the desk and putting both hands on either side of her lifted herself up and sat down on the desk next to me. We were sort of facing each other, but side by side. Monica pushed back a little more onto the desk so that she had sufficient room to sit comfortably and at the same time cross her legs.

I wondered what was going on, but thought it prudent to wait. I was sure I would find out in good time.

Monica is quite attractive, a slim, dark haired lady. In her mid 30's, so a little older than I. We had always got on well in a professional manner. She sometime reminded me of Deepti and could be quite firm with the children. Good teacher through. Nice legs... Talking of which my eyes had been unable not to look down next to me at them.
'Just thought I would come in and say how sorry I am to hear you are leaving us.'

'Err yes...' (There has got to be more than that... otherwise why lock the door??)

That crossed leg was swinging a little. Delightful...

'Why is that?'

I dragged my eyes and mind away from that leg..

I explained as I had to others that morning.

'So you are going to be a househusband?'

'Well not exactly...'

'Sounds like to me.

What are you going to do?'

'Look after the kids, the house and garden.'

'Anything else?'

'Well do the cleaning and washing. Usual things. Maybe do some private tuition. Odd jobs which fit in with

my schedule.'

'That sounds usual for a housewife, sorry househusband.'

I knew I was starting to get red in the face. This was embarrassing.

'Don't worry. Not going to tease you too much. Just thought I would check.'

'Why?'

'Actually I thought if you were going to have some spare time... and you wanted a part time job... I could

provide you with one.'

Monica stopped. I prompted her..

'Go on. What is it, what would it involve?'

'I've just lost my part time cleaning maid.. so I thought you could have job.

There is also the garden that needs doing.'

I just starred.

'Don't look that way. If you have the time or want the work the offer's there.'

With that Monica pushed off the desk and moved over to the door.

About to leave.

Casually glancing over to me..

'I take it that Deepti has trained you to take orders?'

Now I was definitely red in the face. I did not know what to say...'Err..'

'I mean if your going to be a househusband she must be in charge, so logically you take orders.'

'Err..'

I found this conversation was starting to not only embarrass me, but to cause a certain part of me to wish to expand.

I was starting to get excited.

I tried to keep focused. Deep breath. Be open. You’re not going to be seeing her again. Get it over with.

'Err... I am starting to..'

'Starting to?'

'We only found out in the last week or so that we enjoyed it when Deepti was in charge.'

'What started it off?'

'One of Deepti's old boyfriends turned up and we had dinner and when I saw them together I started to think

about them...'

'And'

'Well... err... when we went to make love later on I sort of came very quickly...'

'You liked the idea of someone else having Deepti?'

'Yes'

'You're a 'wanna be' cuckold.'

I just looked.

'You know what a 'cuckold' is?'

'Yes, but I don't want that.'

'No? Bet you’re totally turned on by the thought of that boyfriend, or any man for that matter, taking your place

in Deepti's bed. Are you?'

I could not look at Monica more. I looked down at my desk.

'Yes'

'Sorry. Say that clearly.'

'Yes.' (It hurt. My breathing seemed to be becoming ragged again).

'Do you know why I know all this?'

'No.'

'Rajesh my husband is also like you.

I was shocked hearing this.
I know you are shocked, 'Don't be. It’s normal. You are not unique.
Anyway I found out that Rajesh prefers to watch me having sex with other men. We also found out that the name for such a man, married to a woman who enjoys others in her bed, is 'a cuckold'.

Rajesh also likes me to be in charge... and you know.. I like it too.

He likes to be humiliated.

I likes teasing him.. and getting fucked hard by the others.'

I was open mouthed.

I found it incredible to hear all this from Monica.

Nice respectable Monica. They only lived a mile or so away from us....

Monica was now coming back to my desk.

'Now my present live in boyfriend Suresh and I tremendously enjoy humiliating my husband Rajesh..
For the last two years Suresh and I were cuckolding Rajesh. We all stay together and enjoy our relation. We are all happy and satisfied.

I am sure it would be great for us to meet up with our respective spouses.. Don’t you think?'

I was already shaking my head. No way.

Monica's hand went up.

I tried to move away... I heard myself say in, (almost fearful?), a strangled voice 'Please don't'

Monica was clearly amused.. 'What did you think I was going to do?'

'I don't know, but I was scared.'

'Don't be. All I was going to do is this. Hold still.'

I tensed, but stayed still

Her right hand came out and her fingers softly stroked down the left hand side of my face, hair, ear, cheek, ending up gently holding my chin. Tilting my face up, to look at her. In a very husky sexy voice, almost a whisper she leaned in towards me... 'I think you are very very excited..'

My throat was dry, tight... 'Yes.'

As I opened my mouth to say 'yes' Monica pushed her thumb into my mouth.

'Suck.'

Suck I did

'Good boy.' (Monica's voice was almost a 'purr')

'I think you do want us to meet up and I think we could all have fun. I think you need to be trained to be

totally submissive.' My eyes were totally focused looking up at Monica. Sucking her thumb..

'I know you are going home shortly. When I take my thumb out of your mouth I want you to write down your

home telephone number for me and then get up and turn round and face the wall.

By the way do you have a permanent marker pen?

(What for?)

Monica removed her thumb from my mouth. It came out with a plop. She wiped it dry on my tie..

I grabbed a pen and scribbled down the number on a scrap of paper.

'And the marker?'

I checked one of the drawers. I had a couple, 'blue or black?'

'Black I think it lasts longer.

Come on get up and face the wall. I have a class in 5 minutes and got to hurry now.'

I got up and faced the wall.

I could sense Monica was close behind me slightly to one side. I could taste her perfume. A voice was whispering.

'Sunil undo your shirt.' I did.

'Lift it right up as high as you can and stay still... I am going to write a message for you wife on your back...'

I jerked. 'No.'

'Yes Sunil... I know you want this... You know you want it...relax...'

The voice was quiet but firm. I thought I could detect some excitement. Goodness knows I was excited..

I was starting down a further downward spiral... I could feel it, but for some reason seemed powerless to resist.

The pen's top came off. I knew the sound. I could even smell it..

Permanent marker pens have that curious smell about them.

Almost like alcohol or petrol. Something you do not forget.

'Well done Sunil this is sure to lead to lots of fun..' Monica was enjoying this. I could hear it in her voice.

The pen was writing on my back. A number I felt sure, and something else.

It was scratched me a bit, but the hand that held it was warm. Steady writing. Quite a lot...

'Nearly done now.'

What was she doing? writing an Epistle?

'And a few kisses... Xxx'

Snap the cap was back on.

'Right you can put the shirt down now and I be off. Have fun tonight...

Also,... I'm sure you know how important it is..

Make sure you tell Deepti of this chat and show her your back.'

I was not so sure I would. Even if this sounded fun now I could think of lots of reasons not to go on.

I had turned round as I was putting on my shirt and Monica was studying my face. I think something must have shown.

'Do remember I have your telephone number... and I can always get your address from the office here being such a close colleague for a number of years..'

I swallowed.

Monica nodded. 'Good. I'll be off to class then.' With that Monica was back to the door unlocking it and gone.

I sat back in the chair. I was shaking. Where was all this leading??
(To Be Continued)

[Ramesh_Rocky]

The afternoon went in a blur.

Home.

Some washing and ironing.

Pick up kids from after college club. Organize tea.

I remembered just in time to eat with them. The kids thought this was great and in a way so did I. Fun to play with them. Be normal.

Then it was a case of organizing supper for Deepti.

Kids to bath, read stories, bed.

I was conscious this could well my life for the next few years. Did I want this?

I loved those children. There were a lot of people who did not have this opportunity and I should make the most of it.

Easy supper for Deepti. Fresh roti, sabji, new potatoes, peas.

Deepti had called to say she would be in about 8pm and I had it all ready.

She was late and then I heard the crunch of tires on the drive. Sounded like two cars.

The door bell rang.

Fortunately just once so it did not wake the kids.

I had been wearing the nighty, but no way was I going to answer the door wearing that...took it off quickly and threw it down behind the kitchen door.

I opened up to find Deepti there.

Waving to someone who was driving away. A smile on her face.

As I opened the door she gave me a glance, and I saw a frown pass over her face.

I asked 'Forgotten your key?'

'What?'

'I said 'forgotten your key?''

Deepti's face was now darkening.

'Sunil.'

I felt worried...

The voice worried me more... It was not raised, but there was a hint of menace about it. I found myself getting hard as Deepti spoke.

'Sunil, I do not have to answer to you. I may or may not have forgotten my key, but if I or anyone else rings the bell you answer immediately. I also do not see you wearing your nighty. Why not?'

'I took it off before going to answer the door.' (I felt defiant, but but...)

Deepti by now had brushed past me down the hall into the kitchen.

'What's that?' Deepti was now pointing at the nighty which was lying behind the door.

'Well it's the nighty. I put it down there out of the way.'

Deepti looked at me steadily.

'Do you think that is the right way to treat your clothes?'

'No.'

'If you do something wrong what do you deserve?'

I knew what she wanted. I could see no way out. I was like a little boy in front of his Mummy

'Please Deepti, I'm really sorry. I'll hang it up next time.'

Her eyes flashed.

Another mistake. I tried again.

'I'll wear it next time to answer the door.'

A brief smile, but then the grey eyes were still flinty, and the lips were firmly pressed together.

'What do you deserve?'

I was almost dancing on the spot.

'Stand still and answer.'

I looked down. 'To be punished.'

'Good, now we are agreed, bend over that kitchen table.'

I looked in appeal however clearly there would be no acquittal, although I could try.. 'Please?'

'No. Over the table.'

As I went to bend over the table at the opposite end to where I had laid a place setting for supper for Deepti I glanced fearfully at her. Deepti had reached out and picked up a long handled wooden spoon which I had been using to stir the tomato sauce. Deepti saw me look in her direction.

'Yes. I think you need six wallops and I am going to give them to you with this, after I have washed to sauce

off. You just stay there and think about it.'

Deepti turned to the sink and started cleaning off the spoon under running water.

She started to chat to me..

'By the way how was your day?'

'So so.' I could hardly think straight... and here was Deepti having a mundane domestic conversation, while she cleaned up a wooden spoon.. to smack me. It was surreal... but ..

'I want to hear all about it after supper and you can hear about mine'.

The washing had stopped and now Deepti was drying it with a tea cloth. All very normal.. except we knew shortly it was going to used to 'wallop' me...

Deepti was approaching.

I felt trepidation and my bottom checks tensed. I was still sore from Sunday and I knew this would hurt.

I could see the rise and fall of Deepti's breasts. Her breathing was definitely quicker...

'Tell me something before I give you something to remember... are you hard?'

Deepti had said it such a matter of fact way that it hardly registered.

Then it did.

I was.

'Yes.'

'Good. Then not only will this hurt, so hopefully you will not forget what you need to do in future, but you

will enjoy it. Say thank you to Mummy for being so good to you.'

I was horrified, however what choice did I have?

'Thank you Mummy.'

'There's a good boy.' There was a lightness now in the voice Deepti was starting to relax. I wondered why...

I felt Deepti move round to my side.

Her left hand on the top of my back. The right holding the long handled spoon. Gently rubbing my bottom with it.

'Ready?'

I gulped.

'Be a brave boy. I am going to do them quickly so they do not take up too much time. You can say go...'

'Go'.

One, two, three, four, five, six.

Deepti smacked me as fast as she could. Hard.

It hurt, but not like the belt and I could just about take it.
'There you go, all done. You were a brave little boy. No crying out this time.'
My bottom still felt like it was on fire.

Deepti then suddenly cupped my balls in one of her hands and gave 2-3 quick squeezes.
I shouted with pain ‘AAAAAAAAAAAAAAA”
She moaned with pleasure “Ummmmmm” I like molesting those soft things.


I stood up at last. My bottom was too sore to touch.

'I'll just fresh up a little and come down while you serve up.'

Deepti handed me the spoon and went off.

I watched her go. Desire flooded me as I watched her legs and bottom sway away.

I put the nighty on again, served up, and when Deepti came down I was rewarded by a warm smile.

I held her chair for her. Bustled round to serve her meal, pour her a glass of cold drinks.

As I was going back to the sink to start washing up..

'Sunil.'

'Yes dear.'

'Why don't you sit while I eat. We can chat.

You can then clear up while I get sorted out for the morning..'

I got a glass and went to pour myself some cold drinks when a hand reached out and gently went on top of mine.

Holding it.

I looked at Deepti, who was smiling sardonically at me...

'Darling. Little, weeny boys do not drink this, do they?'

It was bitter sweet. So humiliating but for whatever reason so exciting to be spoken to like this.

'No.'

'I think you should have a large glass of milk.'

I said no more. Went back and swapped the glass for a glass beaker and poured the milk.

I sat down opposite Deepti and watched as she ate.

Very neat, like a cat. Precise and careful.

Occasionally she would glance up at me and when she did the corners of her mouth seemed to twitch a little. Finally she was finished and pushed her plate away. Took a sip of her drinks and leaned back...

'Sorry I was late.'

'No problem…. You don't have to apologies.'

'No I don't do I?' I almost could see Deepti mentally chastising herself... No need to apologies..I am in control.

'But I am sure the reason why will get you going...'

I raised an eyebrow and took a gulp of milk.

As I put the beaker down my wife leant over the table with her towel...

'Do let me wipe that white moustache away.. no need for my little boy to look like a man now is there..'

So degrading, but so exciting to be treated this way...

'Hold still now.'

I did. The towel wiped my mouth.

'There isn't that better now?'

'Yes.'

Deepti was grinning at me.

'I liked doing that to you.'

'I know. It's exciting for me also.'

We shared a moment together.

I saw the grey eyes change again. They could be so expressive at times, at others inscrutable.

'So are you going to ask...?'

I steeled myself...

'So why were you late?'

'Arjun took me out for quick coffee.'

'So that is who you were waving to when I opened the door.'

'Sure was.'

'Ugh.'

'I know you don't like him... but I do.'

I looked at Deepti.

'Live with it.'

I shrugged. Not much I could do about it.

'Just so long as he does not come here.'

Deepti was giggling.

'What's so funny?'

Deepti could hardly get the words out...

'That's so 'sweet', but not your choice...

Arjun said he would definitely 'cum' here when he was invited...

and I intend to invite him at some time and you will be very nice and look after him.'

I looked daggers at Deepti who noticed and her face changed.

'There is no choice. I decide.' Her voice was now very firm.

(I must be mad...My body ached, especially my stomach which seemed to yet again be in 'knots'. I was turned on again with the idea of Arjun, Deepti. Here in this house...I must be mad.)

Deepti was now studying me

'What about your day. Did you hand in your notice?'

'Yes.'

'Anyone say anything?'

Here it was. I really did not have any option, but to confess what had happened.

The discussion with Monica.

That she and her husband practice the same thing.

and That she had written something on my back.

Deepti was enthralled.

I realized also that she was finding some excitement in terms of the story and the predicament I had been in.

One of her hands was no longer on the table and I thought I knew where it had gone..

'So have you looked in a mirror?'

'No'

'Why not?'

I looked away and then back towards her.

'I was scared to see what it said.

I know she wrote quite a bit and I imagine it's not so easy to read, especially reversed.'

Deepti was quiet for a moment.

'I think you should go downstairs to your room. Strip down and wait for me.

I want to think about your discussion with Monica for a moment or two before I read what's she written on your back.

Off you go.'

As I went I could imagine Deepti was starting to play with herself. I was sure she was damp. I could almost smell her arousal; I clearly saw the excitement in her eyes when I talked about Monica and her husband Rajesh...

As I stripped off, looking down again, I could see my own hardness and knew that I was aroused as was Deepti..

What were we both becoming??

I sat down. Waited. Eventually, maybe ten minutes later Deepti appeared in the doorway wearing her knee length sleeping gown.

'Ready?'

I nodded. Wondering.

Deepti came in and grabbed my cock which was sticking up. Her hand grasped my erection firmly.

'Walkies.'

It hurt. I had no option but to get up and follow where Deepti pulled me...

'Time to take my little doggy down to our ground floor bedroom.'

A vision of being put in the dog cage down here suddenly entered my mind... being locked up...on my knees... looking up Deepti's nighty... seeing her loose breasts over her nighty.. her butt... I jerked.

Deepti felt it

'Why that jerk?'

I licked my lips did I want to tell the truth??

'Truth now.' (Was she a mind reader?)

I told her.

Deepti was staggered. She let go of my penis.

'Your serious?'

'No...well.. it's just when you said that what you did about being a little doggy I could not help myself.'

Deepti was slowing wrapping her fingers round my cock again...

'I am going to say something. If you jerk you do it.'

I tensed...

'So if I said I was going to make you crawl.... you'd quite like it.. so you could try and see up my knee length gown?'

I jerked..

'Oh my little boy, what a dirty nasty little boy you are!

Down on your knees.'

I did as I was told. Looking up. Deepti seemed so much taller..

'I doubt you will see up my gown as I will be going first and be much faster than a crawling little doggy, but you

can try.'

It turned out to be correct. I tried, but Deepti was too fast which was not really a surprise.

Great view of her feet’s and legs though... (he-he!)

We got there; it was not far from the bedroom, but what a sight we made with me trying to keep up with Deepti on my knees. Deepti found it hilarious. It was not easy and both of us were laughing by the end.

'Alright stand up and let's get into the bedroom.'

'Can I ask something?'

'What?'

'Why have we come here to read what's on my back? Why did you not read it in the bedroom.?'

'Just thought it would be more fun here.

From what you told me of Monica I reckon it's going to be something which might set a few things off...'

We were facing each other, quite close and Deepti's hand was reaching out, lightly stroking my erection.. a slight smile playing round her lips..

'Face the wall mirror.

Closer so you are just a few inches away.

I'm sure it feels much more intimate.. for us both..'

I did as I was told.. We were close, I could feel Deepti close behind my back, Her loose gown, breast pressing up against me. Her hot breath, voice whispering in my ear. My penis was now pushing up against the mirror. The tip touching, rubbing, leaving a trail of precum on the surface. I could see Deepti in the mirror behind me.

'Hands behind your head.' I clutched them to the back of my neck.

Deepti stood back a little behind me. Studying my back.

I could see in the mirror a smile spreading over Deepti's face as she started to read..

What did it say??

'And you say she did this in permanent ink?' Deepti was looking at me in the mirror.

I nodded.

Deepti nearly was finished. I could see this as I watched her eyes move down and then stop at the bottom before coming back to mine. A hand was playing with my penis. Moving up an down, it was as if it was being stroked by feathers... exciting... but not allowing me to go further. Teasing. The tip still brushing the mirror glass... leaving a slimy trail.. Deepti was whispering again.. 'Like that?'

'Yes.'

'Good...' and then Deepti added enigmatically, 'you might not be getting many more in the future.'

What did that mean?

'Shall I read what Monica has written?'

'Please. I really want to know.'

'Sure you do, but after I have read it you might change your mind..'

I mentally braced myself as Deepti paused for a moment. Then read..

'Dear Deepti, If you read this then you really do have something to play with. Your hubby confessed. He wants

to be a cuckold. I wonder if he really knows what that will mean? How submissive he will become?

The excitement he will feel and experience. Do you have the nerve (the love?) to take it all the way... to enslave him??

Does the thought of him being totally and utterly dependent on you, totally under your control make you damp

and wet. I hope so. Call me tomorrow evening if you want to chat. (There is a number by the way).

Love Monica Xxxx'

As Deepti read the words slowly she was gently using her hands on my penis.

It was the most beautiful slow 'wank' that I have ever had.

I could see her face in the mirror looking down at my back.

Her arm coming round to allow her hand to play with me.

The contrast of me being naked while Deepti fully clothed;

Controlling me.

An outside Goddess.

Someone to look up to for who I was willing to do everything she wanted...

As she finished reading Deepti's eyes came up to look over my shoulder...

I was trying to 'fuck' her hand to get more friction.

There was a far away look in her eyes...

'Sunil I really want you to fuck me... but if you want what Monica has outlined..

then as I slowly tighten my hand you can bring yourself off.

This could be one of your last choices...

I want to be fucked long and hard... and you to do it... or you decide that is not for you and you would like me

to find someone else permanently to fuck... and make you a cuckold... and maybe even my slave... who knows where it might end?? Can you imagine me with someone else like a permanent husband and wife??'

I was lost. As Deepti was talking her hand was tightening I came and came..

I saw myself spurting onto the mirror, dribbling down.. onto the floor..

Deepti looked disgusted.

'You really have done it now.' She wiped her hand on my chest.

'Clean up that mess.

I'm going to bed.

You’re useless to me.

See you in the morning.'

With that she was gone and I was left to clear up a very messy mirror... and myself before going off to bed. I wondered what the future would bring...But I understood one thing for sure……….. the making of a cuckold has been completed successfully.


( End Of First Chapter)

[Ramesh_Rocky]

[i]An Affordable Insemination
[/i]
My wife Sunita and I have been married for ten years. As far as I know Sunita has never strayed although she seems to constantly get hit on. Even at 33, her 5'4", 120lb frame and long light brown hair attracts a lot of attention. Sunita has always been an icon to her younger sister, Amita. Sunita was always the one that got the better grades, popular friends, better jobs, etc. Sunita recognizes Amita's envy of her and tries to help her whenever she possibly can. They have kept extremely close over the years.
Amita's desire to try and compete with her sister led her to the biggest mistake of her life, and his name is Anil. Very shortly after Sunita announced our engagement, Amita latched on to Anil. Or, maybe it was, he latched onto her. Simply said, Anil is a lazy dickhead and unfortunately for Amita, seven years ago she married him. I can't stand Anil and neither can my wife and most of her family. He has never been able to hold down a job, drinks way too much, constantly reeks of cigarettes, and acts like an ass most of the time.
One thing that Sunita has that Amita doesn't and has always been a sore subject for Amita is children. Sunita and I have been blessed with two beautiful kids, while Amita has never been able to conceive. Over the years Amita has become more and more depressed about not having children. A couple of months ago, Sunita asked if we could give Amita some money so she and Anil could see an infertility specialist. I should have said no. Why didn't I just say no? Sunita and I don't have a lot of money. We had enough to get them tested, but not enough money to solve whatever their problem was. I wish I had said no, but I gave in to Sunita and said yes. I opened a door for Anil to leech off of me. Little did I know at that time what exactly that meant.
After spending most of what little available savings we have on infertility tests it came back that Anil was more than fertile, but Amita was not. Believe it or not, Anil actually took pride in the fact that "his boys could do the job." That just made Amita's state of mind worse. She seemed to cry constantly. Sunita seemed at a loss on what to do to console her.
One night, Sunita came to me with a question. She stuttered and stammered and then asked me what I thought about her acting as a surrogate for Amita. I was annoyed. "Who's gonna pay for that?" I asked. Sunita reminded me that our health insurance covered pregnancy. "That's not what I'm talking about." I responded sternly. "Who's going to pay the thousands of dollars it would cost for the artificial insemination?" I almost fainted at Sunita's response.
"There wouldn't be an artificial insemination. None of us can afford something like that. Amita wants Anil to impregnate me with a baby for them." She said.
I was stunned. "You want to fuck ANIL?" I yelled.
"No, I don't WANT to have sex with anyone. I just don't know what to do with Amita. She asked me and I said I would ask you. Just forget I said anything." Sunita replied.
I couldn't forget though. I never seriously considered Sunita fucking another man. Now there were constant visions of my creepy brother-in-law's cock spraying my wife's womb with his seed. My daydreaming became more and more vivid and somehow became sexually stimulating. I found myself with a constant erection. While making love to Sunita, I found myself visualizing another man on top of her with his cock pounding away. As my sperm flowed into her body, my thoughts betrayed me with visions of Anil impregnating Sunita. Then, one day after a period of arousal while thinking about Sunita and Anil, she caught me at the wrong time by casually mentioning Amita's depressed state. I know that bad things happen when you speak before you think. However, at that moment, I wasn't thinking. My blood must have been pooled in my cock rather than my brain.
"If it would make things better, you can make a baby for Amita."
Who in the hell said that? Did I just say that? What the fuck had come over me? I found myself hoping, in that flash of an instant, that Sunita would give me a way to back out. But, It didn't happen. Sunita grabbed me, hugged me, and swore that it wouldn't cause any problems between us.
Eventually, plans were made for the conception. In the week leading up to my wife's infidelity, we made love every night. Apparently, I wasn't the only one aroused at the thought of Sunita giving herself up to another man. Each night, her pussy was absolutely soaked. Each night as I licked up her sweet juices, I counted down the days until the most precious part of Sunita would be revealed to Anil.
Anil and Amita arrived at our house on that fateful Saturday night. Our kids were at Sunita's mother's house, so we had the house to ourselves. Sunita was quiet. Amita also was very quiet, but didn't seem unhappy about her husband getting ready to fuck my wife. Anil, on the other hand, was his usual ass of himself by making rude comment after rude comment about the act that was about to take place. Naturally, he was ready to consummate the deed the minute he walked in the door. I couldn't blame him for that. Sunita is much better looking that Amita, who is heavy set and plain. I suggested that maybe we all have a couple of stiff drinks to break the tension and that was readily agreed to by all.
Finally, after a half hour and a couple of drinks for everyone, Anil decided it was time. He stood up and held out his hand to Sunita. "Come on." Was all he said. Sunita stood up and looked at me. I simply nodded once in approval. Anil didn't seek any approval from Amita as Sunita placed her hand in his. I watched in disbelief as my wife slowly walked down the hall with her stud, hand in hand, and disappeared into our bedroom. The bedroom door banging shut sent a wave of repulsion into the deepest recesses of my gut. This was the feeling I should have had all along. How could I have stopped, though? After all, Amita was sitting across from me hoping that the filthy action about to take place would deliver her the baby she had dreamed about for years.
I hadn't prepared myself for the waiting. I think I assumed it would be a two minute 'wham……. Bam……. thank you ma'am' episode. Amita and I sat there quietly sipping our drinks and watching the time pass. It had been fifteen minutes. Wasn't Anil done yet? Shouldn't Sunita be coming out of our room full of his seed by now? It struck me that they could have used our guest room. Sunita shouldn't be in our marital bed with Anil's cock inside her. It was too late for those thoughts, though. As my mind delved deeper and deeper into imagining their intertwined bodies, I realized my cock was straining to escape my pants. The silence between Amita and I was deafening until those all too familiar sounds came from down the hall.....AHA…..AHA…..AHA……AHA. It was Sunita in the throes of an orgasm.
I looked at Amita. "Anil can go for a long time sometimes after he's had a few drinks." She smiled and said.
What the fuck, I thought? I never contemplated Sunita receiving enjoyment from this lewd partnership. Amita let me pump her husband full of alcohol, and now he was using my gratuity, and my bed, to pump my wife into an orgasm. Amita and I were treated to even more lovemaking sounds. Only, this time we could hear both of them moaning. Amita began to squirm in her seat. The mischievous sounds emanating from my bed must have been arousing her as well. A half hour had now passed and Sunita and Anil were still going at it. The frequency and volume of their mutual pleasure increased steadily. Finally, we heard Anil yell out. "Oh Sunita here it cums. You're about to be fucking pregnant!" Amita and I stared quietly at each other as behind closed doors her husband poured his virile sperm into my wife.
My cock begged for relief as we waited for them to come out. Minutes passed, but they didn't appear. I watched intently for our bedroom door to open and my wife to appear, but instead I was hit with the sound of Sunita's voice. "Oh gawd, Anil."
I looked at Amita.
"They must be doing it again." She said seemingly indifferent.
I just shook my head in disbelief at what was happening in my own home.
This time, another hour passed as Amita and I quietly sat there waiting for the two lovers to disengage. My cock was aching. Several times I even thought about throwing Amita down on the floor and fucking her as we waited, but I was strangely drawn to listening to what was going on in the bedroom. Their lovemaking was much louder this time. I watched Amita squirm to the sounds of her husband's moans of pleasure he was receiving from my wife's silky vagina. I continuously re-adjusted the front of my pants as Sunita screamed out the effects of another man's cock mercilessly coercing her body into waves of tremors. Once and for all both of them screamed out simultaneously and it was over.
After a few minutes, Anil appeared from our bedroom by himself. Carrying his clothes, he was half naked. He was wearing only his loose underpants. His flaccid cock, almost visible inside his loose underpants swung triumphantly from side to side in front of his ball sack. A simple thank you from him would have been nice after loaning him my wife's body, but he simply ignored me. He put on his pants and spoke directly to Amita. "Come on sona. Maybe there's a little left here for you too." With that, she stood up and they walked out the door.
I slowly made the long walk down the hall to our bedroom. Awkwardly, I looked into the room unsure of what I might see. What came into focus was exactly what my mind had envisioned. The bed covers were bunched up at the foot of the bed. Sunita's sari and blouse were strewn about the floor. She lay half naked on her back. Her petticoat was rolled up to her waste. Her hair was a mess and she looked exhausted. Wet spots on the sheets provided visual evidence of their encounter. Within the dense musky smell that permeated the room, my nose could detect faint wisps of her scent. It was that familiar scent that had always drawn me to her. I could never resist that scent. Once again it tugged at me. I got out of my clothes as quickly as I could and took me place next to her. As I did so, Sunita stared at my erection.
I felt heat radiating from her body that contrasted with the cold wet spots I now lay upon. I kissed Sunita. I could taste cigarettes in her mouth. I hadn't thought before about Anil and Sunita actually kissing. My rock hard cock twitched with desire. I kissed my way down her neck to her breasts. All along the way my senses were inundated by the powerful remains of the presence of another man. My heart was trying to pound its way out of my chest. I wanted to taste her sweet pussy nectar. I always eat her pussy when we make love. Sunita spread her legs. She wanted my face between her thighs. She seemed not to care that Anil had just been between those same soft thighs. I moved around and took my place. As I did so, a trail of Anil's sperm appeared between her labia. It slowly flowed out of Sunita and pooled on the sheets. The pungent aroma of sperm stopped me dead in my tracks. I couldn't eat her this way. I wasn't prepared for this.
Instead I moved up and placed my cock at her entrance and hurriedly pushed inside. I was immediately taken back by the unusual looseness from her vagina having already been penetrated. That, plus the intense heat and overwhelming wetness was too much to take. My body immediately convulsed. My cock began sending sperm into her body in an effort to compete with that of her mate. It didn't matter that she was probably already pregnant with his baby. Over and over again I pushed my cock as far inside her as I possibly could to try and take back what was once only mine. My brain, overwhelmed by the turmoil of the day, went blank. My cock began shrinking and was involuntarily squeezed out of Sunita by her vaginal muscles. I lay there nearly unconscious until Sunita's voice brought me out of my fog.
"Honey, Anil wants to keep doing this every day until we are sure that I am pregnant."
I should have said no. Why in the hell didn't I just say no?
(The End)

[Ramesh_Rocky]

[i]An Affordable Insemination
[/i]
My wife Sunita and I have been married for ten years. As far as I know Sunita has never strayed although she seems to constantly get hit on. Even at 33, her 5'4", 120lb frame and long light brown hair attracts a lot of attention. Sunita has always been an icon to her younger sister, Amita. Sunita was always the one that got the better grades, popular friends, better jobs, etc. Sunita recognizes Amita's envy of her and tries to help her whenever she possibly can. They have kept extremely close over the years.
Amita's desire to try and compete with her sister led her to the biggest mistake of her life, and his name is Anil. Very shortly after Sunita announced our engagement, Amita latched on to Anil. Or, maybe it was, he latched onto her. Simply said, Anil is a lazy dickhead and unfortunately for Amita, seven years ago she married him. I can't stand Anil and neither can my wife and most of her family. He has never been able to hold down a job, drinks way too much, constantly reeks of cigarettes, and acts like an ass most of the time.
One thing that Sunita has that Amita doesn't and has always been a sore subject for Amita is children. Sunita and I have been blessed with two beautiful kids, while Amita has never been able to conceive. Over the years Amita has become more and more depressed about not having children. A couple of months ago, Sunita asked if we could give Amita some money so she and Anil could see an infertility specialist. I should have said no. Why didn't I just say no? Sunita and I don't have a lot of money. We had enough to get them tested, but not enough money to solve whatever their problem was. I wish I had said no, but I gave in to Sunita and said yes. I opened a door for Anil to leech off of me. Little did I know at that time what exactly that meant.
After spending most of what little available savings we have on infertility tests it came back that Anil was more than fertile, but Amita was not. Believe it or not, Anil actually took pride in the fact that "his boys could do the job." That just made Amita's state of mind worse. She seemed to cry constantly. Sunita seemed at a loss on what to do to console her.
One night, Sunita came to me with a question. She stuttered and stammered and then asked me what I thought about her acting as a surrogate for Amita. I was annoyed. "Who's gonna pay for that?" I asked. Sunita reminded me that our health insurance covered pregnancy. "That's not what I'm talking about." I responded sternly. "Who's going to pay the thousands of dollars it would cost for the artificial insemination?" I almost fainted at Sunita's response.
"There wouldn't be an artificial insemination. None of us can afford something like that. Amita wants Anil to impregnate me with a baby for them." She said.
I was stunned. "You want to fuck ANIL?" I yelled.
"No, I don't WANT to have sex with anyone. I just don't know what to do with Amita. She asked me and I said I would ask you. Just forget I said anything." Sunita replied.
I couldn't forget though. I never seriously considered Sunita fucking another man. Now there were constant visions of my creepy brother-in-law's cock spraying my wife's womb with his seed. My daydreaming became more and more vivid and somehow became sexually stimulating. I found myself with a constant erection. While making love to Sunita, I found myself visualizing another man on top of her with his cock pounding away. As my sperm flowed into her body, my thoughts betrayed me with visions of Anil impregnating Sunita. Then, one day after a period of arousal while thinking about Sunita and Anil, she caught me at the wrong time by casually mentioning Amita's depressed state. I know that bad things happen when you speak before you think. However, at that moment, I wasn't thinking. My blood must have been pooled in my cock rather than my brain.
"If it would make things better, you can make a baby for Amita."
Who in the hell said that? Did I just say that? What the fuck had come over me? I found myself hoping, in that flash of an instant, that Sunita would give me a way to back out. But, It didn't happen. Sunita grabbed me, hugged me, and swore that it wouldn't cause any problems between us.
Eventually, plans were made for the conception. In the week leading up to my wife's infidelity, we made love every night. Apparently, I wasn't the only one aroused at the thought of Sunita giving herself up to another man. Each night, her pussy was absolutely soaked. Each night as I licked up her sweet juices, I counted down the days until the most precious part of Sunita would be revealed to Anil.
Anil and Amita arrived at our house on that fateful Saturday night. Our kids were at Sunita's mother's house, so we had the house to ourselves. Sunita was quiet. Amita also was very quiet, but didn't seem unhappy about her husband getting ready to fuck my wife. Anil, on the other hand, was his usual ass of himself by making rude comment after rude comment about the act that was about to take place. Naturally, he was ready to consummate the deed the minute he walked in the door. I couldn't blame him for that. Sunita is much better looking that Amita, who is heavy set and plain. I suggested that maybe we all have a couple of stiff drinks to break the tension and that was readily agreed to by all.
Finally, after a half hour and a couple of drinks for everyone, Anil decided it was time. He stood up and held out his hand to Sunita. "Come on." Was all he said. Sunita stood up and looked at me. I simply nodded once in approval. Anil didn't seek any approval from Amita as Sunita placed her hand in his. I watched in disbelief as my wife slowly walked down the hall with her stud, hand in hand, and disappeared into our bedroom. The bedroom door banging shut sent a wave of repulsion into the deepest recesses of my gut. This was the feeling I should have had all along. How could I have stopped, though? After all, Amita was sitting across from me hoping that the filthy action about to take place would deliver her the baby she had dreamed about for years.
I hadn't prepared myself for the waiting. I think I assumed it would be a two minute 'wham……. Bam……. thank you ma'am' episode. Amita and I sat there quietly sipping our drinks and watching the time pass. It had been fifteen minutes. Wasn't Anil done yet? Shouldn't Sunita be coming out of our room full of his seed by now? It struck me that they could have used our guest room. Sunita shouldn't be in our marital bed with Anil's cock inside her. It was too late for those thoughts, though. As my mind delved deeper and deeper into imagining their intertwined bodies, I realized my cock was straining to escape my pants. The silence between Amita and I was deafening until those all too familiar sounds came from down the hall.....AHA…..AHA…..AHA……AHA. It was Sunita in the throes of an orgasm.
I looked at Amita. "Anil can go for a long time sometimes after he's had a few drinks." She smiled and said.
What the fuck, I thought? I never contemplated Sunita receiving enjoyment from this lewd partnership. Amita let me pump her husband full of alcohol, and now he was using my gratuity, and my bed, to pump my wife into an orgasm. Amita and I were treated to even more lovemaking sounds. Only, this time we could hear both of them moaning. Amita began to squirm in her seat. The mischievous sounds emanating from my bed must have been arousing her as well. A half hour had now passed and Sunita and Anil were still going at it. The frequency and volume of their mutual pleasure increased steadily. Finally, we heard Anil yell out. "Oh Sunita here it cums. You're about to be fucking pregnant!" Amita and I stared quietly at each other as behind closed doors her husband poured his virile sperm into my wife.
My cock begged for relief as we waited for them to come out. Minutes passed, but they didn't appear. I watched intently for our bedroom door to open and my wife to appear, but instead I was hit with the sound of Sunita's voice. "Oh gawd, Anil."
I looked at Amita.
"They must be doing it again." She said seemingly indifferent.
I just shook my head in disbelief at what was happening in my own home.
This time, another hour passed as Amita and I quietly sat there waiting for the two lovers to disengage. My cock was aching. Several times I even thought about throwing Amita down on the floor and fucking her as we waited, but I was strangely drawn to listening to what was going on in the bedroom. Their lovemaking was much louder this time. I watched Amita squirm to the sounds of her husband's moans of pleasure he was receiving from my wife's silky vagina. I continuously re-adjusted the front of my pants as Sunita screamed out the effects of another man's cock mercilessly coercing her body into waves of tremors. Once and for all both of them screamed out simultaneously and it was over.
After a few minutes, Anil appeared from our bedroom by himself. Carrying his clothes, he was half naked. He was wearing only his loose underpants. His flaccid cock, almost visible inside his loose underpants swung triumphantly from side to side in front of his ball sack. A simple thank you from him would have been nice after loaning him my wife's body, but he simply ignored me. He put on his pants and spoke directly to Amita. "Come on sona. Maybe there's a little left here for you too." With that, she stood up and they walked out the door.
I slowly made the long walk down the hall to our bedroom. Awkwardly, I looked into the room unsure of what I might see. What came into focus was exactly what my mind had envisioned. The bed covers were bunched up at the foot of the bed. Sunita's sari and blouse were strewn about the floor. She lay half naked on her back. Her petticoat was rolled up to her waste. Her hair was a mess and she looked exhausted. Wet spots on the sheets provided visual evidence of their encounter. Within the dense musky smell that permeated the room, my nose could detect faint wisps of her scent. It was that familiar scent that had always drawn me to her. I could never resist that scent. Once again it tugged at me. I got out of my clothes as quickly as I could and took me place next to her. As I did so, Sunita stared at my erection.
I felt heat radiating from her body that contrasted with the cold wet spots I now lay upon. I kissed Sunita. I could taste cigarettes in her mouth. I hadn't thought before about Anil and Sunita actually kissing. My rock hard cock twitched with desire. I kissed my way down her neck to her breasts. All along the way my senses were inundated by the powerful remains of the presence of another man. My heart was trying to pound its way out of my chest. I wanted to taste her sweet pussy nectar. I always eat her pussy when we make love. Sunita spread her legs. She wanted my face between her thighs. She seemed not to care that Anil had just been between those same soft thighs. I moved around and took my place. As I did so, a trail of Anil's sperm appeared between her labia. It slowly flowed out of Sunita and pooled on the sheets. The pungent aroma of sperm stopped me dead in my tracks. I couldn't eat her this way. I wasn't prepared for this.
Instead I moved up and placed my cock at her entrance and hurriedly pushed inside. I was immediately taken back by the unusual looseness from her vagina having already been penetrated. That, plus the intense heat and overwhelming wetness was too much to take. My body immediately convulsed. My cock began sending sperm into her body in an effort to compete with that of her mate. It didn't matter that she was probably already pregnant with his baby. Over and over again I pushed my cock as far inside her as I possibly could to try and take back what was once only mine. My brain, overwhelmed by the turmoil of the day, went blank. My cock began shrinking and was involuntarily squeezed out of Sunita by her vaginal muscles. I lay there nearly unconscious until Sunita's voice brought me out of my fog.
"Honey, Anil wants to keep doing this every day until we are sure that I am pregnant."
I should have said no. Why in the hell didn't I just say no?
(The End)

[Ramesh_Rocky]

[i]Manipulated
[/i]
I have agonised over what to call this and I could have called it a great many things but I think that the title really reflects what being a Cuckold is all about. Either others are seeking to manipulate you or your wife or you are trying to manipulate your wife or others.
There are lots of 'Cuckold' sites out there all promising a lot and none delivering what they allegedly offer. The 'stories' lack reality and most of the Video's are commercially produced pap. I have decided after a lot of thought and discussion with the only couple of other cuckolds I have met that one of the thrills of being a Cuckold other than watching your wife getting it from other men is others knowing what you are doing. Now I am not talking about brazenly broadcasting the fact or being blatant about it, I am talking about a couple of people knowing what you are up to.
We had moved house, having been very good friends with our neighbours Sally and Doug. We had lived next door to them for four and a half years before we moved to a quieter street.
We kept in contact with Sally and Doug after we moved but over the next six months, the almost daily calls to Sally by Pippa, reduced to once or twice a week. We still moved in the same circles though and Pippa and Sally would often go shopping together, something I felt was never a good idea as they seemed to encourage other to spend money.
A couple of comments were made in the following months that Sally had often been seen with another man, sometimes alone and sometimes with Doug. We spotted Sally once or twice as with this man and we began to wonder if they were having marital problems although on the occasions that we met up with them to go out together nothing seemed to be wrong, though the sightings of Sally and this man continued.
One Saturday evening Pippa came back after a shopping trip with Sally to one of those huge Shopping places. She came in with a big grin on her face. I thought at first that she must have bought something seriously expensive. She avoided all my comments to get her to talk and then said she'd tell me later.
When she eventually decided to speak up, She told me that the man was Sally's boyfriend', that Sally slept with her boyfriend with Doug watched them. It was later confirmed by Doug, that all the time we had been living next door to them, Sally had been entertaining lots of other men and Doug had been watched and filmed these encounters.
Knowing what they were doing was, I'll use the word confusing, Pippa found the whole thing exiting, I was less sure of what to say to them or anyone else for that matter. I didn't mention the matter to Doug when we next saw them but Sally and Pippa were like two young collegegirls whispering their secrets to each other.
When we got back home and were going to bed, Pippa produced some Videotape's that Sally had given her. They were tapes of Sally being poked by her boyfriend with Doug's voice encouraging them. The tapes must have been made as a compilation as Sally was also recordings of Sally with other men as well. Doug could be heard on most of them and occasionally could be seen in a mirror, naked holding the camcorder in one hand and rubbing his cock with the other. We had some vigorous sex afterwards and looking back now I can see that Pippa was more turned on by it than I was, though seeing your friends wife being screwed whilst he's watching is one hell of a turn on.
I wanted to return the tapes quietly when we next met up and pretend that we had never seen them but Sally insisted we keep them and even asked Doug if he had some more for us. I had assumed that this was something between the girls but it appeared that Doug knew we had them and was more than happy to have us watch them indeed I can see now that our knowing was exiting for him.
Using their tapes to add some spice to our sex lives and their knowing we were watching their tapes was certainly a turn on. Pippa even went out and bought some sexy lingerie.
Now I could/may have been content to leave it there. Pippa and I did discuss Sally and Doug's lifestyle but other than concluding that they were living the live they wanted to live I though that was it.
Now we come to the manipulation, looking back, I can see that the situation and I were being manipulated.
I came home Friday evening several months ago to find that Sally and a strange man were in our house chatting comfortably to Pippa. I excused myself, went upstairs and changed out of my work clothes and went back down and joined them. Pippa and Sally were both dressed up but the stranger was dressed comfortably/casually. I was not sure what was going on but joined in the conversation which was just general with the girls talking about there usual topics of clothing and shopping.
I certainly didn't get any idea anything unusual was going on even when Sally asked me to help her make some tea in the kitchen. We just chatted away making the tea until Sally suddenly told me like a bolt out of the blue that the man with her was there to fuck Pippa in front of me while I watched. That caused my head to spin and I remember my stomach feeling a cross between a pit in it and someone hitting me in it. Sally made sure I didn't leave the room until she made it very clear that it was Pippa 's idea to do this and that if I created a fuss that I would mess everything up.
I can't remember how much I had to restrain myself when we went back into the living room and saw Pippa kissing and cuddling this man with the front of her blouse wide open and his hands massaging her tits. Sally made me sit down near them but kept herself between me and them. I do remember that my mouth was so dry that I could hardly murmur. It got even dryer as the two of then writhed around with his and Pippa's clothes coming off one by one. Pippa was wearing a basque that she had bought and his taking it off was torture as he had to carefully undo the laces one by one. I tried to say something as he finally removed her knickers but my mouth was so dry I could just about croak and I could only stare when she pulled off his pants to reveal a huge cock.
All of this time Sally had been saying things in my ear but I didn't hear her and I certainly have no memory of her holding a camcorder and recording Pippa being stripped.
When Pippa knelt down in front of him only feet away from me and started sucking him, I felt me own cock straining against the front of my trousers. When Pippa started take more and more of his cock down her mouth, I felt as if I was going to come all over the place. Pippa had never taken me down and his cock was so big I couldn't understand how she could. She told me later that she had been practising for a long while so she could.
The sucking seemed to go on and on though I that was probably just my personal perception of it. When it stopped, Pippa came over and told me that we were all going to our bedroom. He picked up Pippa and she directed him to the bedroom. I followed and watched him lay Pippa on the bed. It all seemed so unreal at the time.
Pippa pulled the bedclothes off the bed while he collected my computer chair from the study. I sat down in the chair, I had to, I was feeling so light headed I would have fallen over. I can't say where Sally was but from the tape she made, she was in the room somewhere.
He climbed on top of Pippa and she spread her legs wide and wrapped them round him as they started kissing and stroking each other again. I knew what was going to happen and I wanted to stop it but something just prevented me from doing anything. Whether I really wanted them to stop, I can't say.
He was all over her, nibbling her ears, tits, legs, belly and her cunt. Pippa was really enjoying herself. The tape shows that at one point Pippa stopped and asked me if he could fuck her and told me she wanted him to fuck her whilst I was watching. I just don't remember that happening or my telling her that I wanted to watch her being taken by him. I just don't. I don't even remember saying that he should wear a condom and Pippa telling me that she wanted to feel him coming inside her and filling her belly. It happened because it's on the tape.
I do remember all too clearly and too well, watching from only a couple of feet away as he knelt on the bed as Pippa lay flat on the bed. He put her legs around his waist and pulled her down the bed and up onto his lap so that his cock was rubbing against her cunt. I remember clearly his telling me to watch carefully as he entered her. He held onto her hips and moved them with his hands in a circular motion so that the tip of his cock rubbed against the opening of her virgina. As he did this I felt Sally undo my trousers, pull down my pants and release my cock. I will remember forever, Pippa telling me she wanted me to masturbate as he had her as I will the moment that the tip of his cock pushed against her cunt and how it seemed to open of its own accord to let him in.
I remember every stroke as he pushed into her and how long it took before her cunt was stretched wide enough for him to enter her all the way. I remember the slurping sound his cock made as it pushed in and out of her and the sounds of his balls hitting her. I remember her telling him how much she wanted his cock to stretch her and how she wanted him to fuck her harder.
I tried to restrain myself for the moment when he came inside her but her fucking went on and on so I my cock leaked fluid on several occasions, not come and Sally wiped it away.
He was clearly very experienced with Cuckolding as when he was finally ready to finish her, he moved her onto her side facing me and lay behind her. He lifted her leg over his and then lined himself on her cunt. I cannot believe that I did as he suggested and held onto his cock and rubbed it against her dripping cunt and telling her that I wanted him to shoot his spunk into her belly but I did. I held it in one hand and stroked my own cock with the other with my face just inches away as he pushed it up into her. The moment which will never leave me is of her pushing down hard screaming how much she wanted it, as he pushed it up as hard as he could and filled her and as I came off knowing that I had just witnessed my wife being used by another man and that her cunt was now owned by another cock. I remember the feeling of ecstasy and well being as we lay there all worn out.
Sally, made sure I was a going to be a good cuckold as she got the man to go down stairs and make some more tea. Then she produced something like cake tongs, which she used to open up and spread Pippa's hole so that I could see by the light of her torch, all of the cum that he had sprayed into Pippa. She then made me mount Pippa and slide my cock into her wet sum filled hole. It felt hot and very, very wet. My own cock slowly revived and inflated inside her but it felt so much looser and wider. I wanted to ride her so much as she lay beneath me cuddling me but I also wanted him to come back and enter and fill her again.
Well the die was cast. He did come back and have her again twice and after each time, I slipped into her and felt my cock drowning in his cum.
That first night I couldn't sleep with all the visions in my head but Pippa did, worn out by his big cock. Next day she was like a spring lamb. She was so up and also so attentive. She made sure that I was comfortable about what had happened and that I didn't feel betrayed or that I was being pushed out.
Doug delivered the tape that Sally had made that evening. He had edited it and had done a very professional job. He even sat with us as we watched it.
Since then I have watched on several occasions as Pippa has served herself up to other men whilst I play with myself, she likes to make sure I enjoy it as well. I have sometimes done this in the company of Sally or Doug and even a voyeur who likes to watch her getting done. Knowing that spunk other than my own is being put in her is one thing, knowing that others know this is happening is even better.
PS. Sally's boyfriend has now moved into the Marital bed and Doug into the spare room. Pippa has even suggested that she find a boyfriend and we do the same so she can fulfil her marital obligations on his cock.

(FINISHED)

[Ramesh_Rocky]

[i]A CUCKOLD'S TALE
[/i]
"Oh god, SUMITA! What have you done you filthy little whore?" I grunted, my dick in my hand,
as my eyes jumped back and forth between the words on the computer screen and the naughty
picture of my Bengali wife that rested beside it.
I focused on the photo for a moment as I stroked. I never got tired of looking at it. My
wife, absent of clothes kneeling forward on the bed with that dirty look on her face, biting
down on her bottom lip. Her full, golden breasts were dangling beneath her and the crack of
her tight Bengali ass was visible just above her head. It was the only dirty picture SUMITA
had ever allowed me to take of her, thank god for Tequila!
I remembered how I used to hate that she drank so much. She was such an angry, demanding
bitch when she was drunk. After the night that picture was taken, I'd wished she drank more
often.
My eyes returned to the screen and I read on. "Oh SUMITA. Oh fuck. You dirty bitch! You
can't even control yourself, can you? You need that cock! Fucking slut! Nasty slut! Dirty
slut!" I rambled on incoherently as I took in the fictional account about some poor bastards
cheating wife, soon bringing my cock to an eruption that landed all over my chest.
In that way, as I always did, I imagined that my wife was the slutty central character in
the story I was reading. Finding that dirty Exbii site had taken my rituals of fantasizing
in an entirely new direction.
My mind always became clear in the moments after I expelled my nut. Most of the time it was
clouded by fantasy. I often had a hard time focusing on real life matters because of my
obsession with the fantasy world that existed in my head. This was my release, and I
welcomed the short-term clarity I got when I wasn't consumed by thoughts of sex.
But that clarity also came with feelings of shame and guilt. What kind of man was I to think
of my wife as a cock hungry slut? In fact I felt down right pathetic afterwards, not only
for my outrageous fantasies, but also for the way I vicariously lived them out via the
Internet, an erotic picture of my wife, and a bottle of Jergens lotion.
As much as I obsessed over the idea of SUMITA fucking other men, in those moments of clarity
I knew that I'd never have the courage to broach the subject with her, nor the courage to
risk losing her to another man. In my heart of hearts, I knew that was a good thing. The
fantasy would have to remain exactly that, for my own good, and the good of my marriage. .
"Hey sona," SUMITA said plainly as she walked through the door at 9pm that night.
"Hey sexy," I smiled at her, feeling my cock twitch.
SUMITA got off work at five. When she came home late, it usually meant she'd stopped at the
bar on her way home and had a few with her co-workers. But I knew right away she hadn't that
night because if she'd been drinking she wouldn't have called me by that affectionate
nickname.
"Sexy? Not even," My wife modestly blew off my compliment.
"Yeah, Sona, you're always sexy," I said, getting up from my seat to give her a welcome home
kiss.
"Oh no, don't you even start that with me!" SUMITA wiggled away from me, giggling, "I know
what you want!"
"Awww, come on! You know I'm always horny for you when you get home!" I followed her,
grabbing her butt before she could escape.
"No! Stop!" She slapped my hand away with a smile on her face.
I relented for a moment, letting her take off of her shoes and put away her laptop. I knew
eventually I'd get what I wanted. SUMITA tended to make initiating sex with her a chore. I
never saw it as her not wanting to, I just thought she liked to make me pursue her.
"You're home late," I noted, waiting for an answer.
"Oh, you know, we went to Bennigans after work."
"Yeah?" I said, puzzled, "You don't seem like you've been drinking."
"I only had one. I've got kind of a headache today," SUMITA shrugged.
"I hope you're not going to use the headache excuse again," I said, wrapping my arms around
her waist from behind, grinding the erection in my pants against her butt.
SUMITA gripped my hands and pried them off of her. "Stop it now, seriously. All you wanna do
is screw, screw, screw when I get home. Go watch sports or something," SUMITA said in a more
serious tone as she walked into the kitchen.
"Most women complain that their men pay too much attention to sports and not enough of it to
them," I noted.
"Well I certainly don't have that problem, do I," SUMITA said coldly as she poured herself a
glass of water.
I frowned. SUMITA was being more of a cold fish than usual. I decided to change my tactics.
"Pleeeeease?" I sank to my knees and pulled her into me by her hips.
SUMITA rolled her eyes, "Will you stop?"
"I can't help it Sona," I said, unbuttoning the front of her suit jacket, "I just want to
make love to my beautiful, hot, sexy wife." I pulled up the blouse under her jacket and
began kissing her stomach. "Pleeeeeease?" I begged a little more.
Finally she cracked a smile. "Awwww, you're so cute when you beg. You should do it more
often."
I grabbed the waist of her suit pants and attempted to undo the button, but she pushed my
hands away and turned her back on me.
"Come on, SUMITA! What gives!" I whined.
"I just don't want to, ok? What do you think anyway, I'm going to let you do it to me right
here in the kitchen?"
Now it was me rolling my eyes. I wanted to fuck her all over the house, but SUMITA always
insisted on going to the bedroom.
I peeled my shirt off and dropped it on the floor, then undid my pants and dropped them to
the floor along with my boxers. "Yes, I want to fuck you right here in the kitchen," I spun
her around and pushed her back against the counter. Her eyes got big as she saw that I was
naked. "I want to fuck my wife, and I want to fuck her now!"
"But..."
"Munni!" I stated her Bengali nick name firmly.
"Ok. Ok. But in the bedroom," SUMITA bowed her head and slid out of my grasp, heading for
our bedroom.
I smiled, seeing my wife's submissive nature kick in. When all else failed, I knew all it
took was demanding sex, rather than asking for it. I usually tried to avoid that tactic for
two reasons, the first being that I wasn't the domineering type to begin with. I much
preferred to feel like she wanted it as much as I did. And secondly, her enthusiasm for sex
when I had to force it was minimal. But I'd settle for what I could get.
SUMITA stepped into the bedroom and methodically removed her clothes while I sat on the old,
squeaky, queen-sized bed. She was mechanical in doing so, not trying to be sexy at all.
Whether she tried to be or not, I always thought she was sexy. At twenty-nine years old with
2 kids from her first marriage, her body was a little thicker than when we'd first met, but
still nice and firm.
She stripped down to her panties and bra and slid under the sheets before removing her
panties.
I scooted closer to her and began kissing her sweet smelling neck as I slid my hand down to
her hairy pussy. As my lips threatened to invade her cleavage she pulled me back up to her
neck.
"They're sensitive today," she said plainly. That was always the excuse when she didn't want
me to touch her boobs, which was often.
"I guess I'll have to find something else to do with my lips then," I said, giving her a
soft kiss on her lips before sinking below the sheets on my way to her muff.
Again she stopped me, grabbing my shoulder and giving me a tug. "You can just put it in me.
I don't need that today."
"But you're dry," I pouted, disappointed with all the rules she was throwing in my way.
"It's ok," she said, putting her hand on top of mine and pushing my fingers inside of her.
"Oh, wow," I said, surprised. She was as wet as I'd ever felt her once my fingers were
inside.
I climbed on top of her and worked my hard dick inside of her. She laid there silently as I
began to slowly pump her. "You like this don't you? Damn you're so wet tonight Sona," I
sported a cocky smile on my face.
SUMITA stayed quiet, turning her head to the side.
I was used to her lack of interaction during sex, so as always, I found a way to make it
more fun for myself. I became somebody else.
Some of my friends who were bored with their prude wives liked to close their eyes and
picture another woman under them as they hammered away. But I liked to pretend that it was
me, not her, that was another person.
I was another man who was thrusting inside of my wife's pussy. Where's your husband, slut? I
bet he doesn't fuck you like this! You like having another man's cock in your pussy? I bet
you do! I kept all of these thoughts to myself, only vocalizing them in my mind.
I was ready to cum quickly, as the idea of her lying there under another man excited me so
much that I could hardly contain myself. But she put her hands on my chest and stopped my
thrusting before I could.
"Do you want to try doing that thing again?" she said, shyly.
"What thing?" I searched my brain.
"Don't make me say it," she quickly turned her head away from me, too embarrassed to look me
in the face. "The other night...after I came home from Bennigans."
"Ohhh!" I got excited. "Really?"
She shrugged. "I mean, if you want to. I don't care, I guess."
"Um...yeah, if it's ok?"
She pushed up against my chest. "Let me turn."
I eased off of her and let her flip around onto her stomach. She buried her face in the
pillow.
I'd had to get very drunk one night while out with my friends to find the balls to touch the
topic of talking dirty during sex with her. I bitched about how she barely moaned and never
said anything when we made love. I'd been forceful that night, I pushed for it and she let
me get away with a few mild comments; "You're bad girl" and "Who's your dady", I didn't go
too far with it. She'd insisted on lying on her stomach and having me screw her in the lazy
dog position so she didn't have to look at me when I said those things.
The next day she'd gotten mad and outright refused to let me ever do it again. In fact, she
cut me off from her pussy for a week. But a few weeks later she'd come home half in the bag
after work and nonchalantly asked for it again. She still insisted on lying face down, so I
knew she was still embarrassed, but I got my wish. That time I got a little more vocal with
it, and I lasted all of 60 seconds because I'd got so turned on. She didn't hold a grudge
the morning after, but she could hardly look at me either, so I didn't push the issue again.
I couldn't wipe the smile off my face as I slid into her sloppy wet cunt from behind, hoping
that this was going to become a regular thing with her. As I began to thrust, I wasted no
time in getting vocal with her.
"You like that you naughty girl? You like being fucked from behind?" I gasped, measuring my
strokes, being careful not to cum too soon like the last time.
SUMITA said nothing, but let out a very soft moan, so I continued.
"You're a bad girl, aren't you? Do you need to be spanked?"
"No," She said pointedly, into her pillow.
Bummer, I thought. Another one of my fantasies vetoed.
Her reluctance had an ill effect on my sexual mood and I felt myself getting a little softer
so I thrusted harder. I decided to push it a little further. "You're my little Bengali slut,
aren't you?" I cringed as soon as I said it, half expecting to get slapped.
SUMITA said nothing, but moaned again.
Oh yes! It's on! I thought. "Naughty little Bengali slut! You like this cock, slut? I know
you do!" I was fighting with all my might to keep from cumming, but I couldn't get my self
to slow down.
"Fuck me," she moaned into the pillow.
I almost came right there. SUMITA never said stuff like that when she was sober!
"Yeah I'm going to fuck you, you dirty Bengali whore! You want this, huh? You want it? You
like this strange dick? I bet your husband doesn't fuck you like this!"
"What?" My wife turned her head from the pillow and looked at me from the corner of her eye.
Fuck! I cursed myself in my head, realizing I'd just let my internal fantasy come out into
words. How was I going to explain that? "I uh..."
"I want you to stop now please," she said, making a sour face.
"Um...ok. If you want me to," I couldn't hide my disappointment. I started to fuck her in
silence as usual, but she pulled her self up and made me slip out of her pussy.
"No, I mean just stop. Give me my panties," she sounded very uncomfortable.
"Sona, I don't know where that came from. What a weird thing to say, huh? Just caught up in
the moment I guess."
"Can you just hand me my underwear?" SUMITA now sounded irritated.
"O...ok, Sona," I said, crawling onto the floor to retrieve them.
She snatched them from my hand and put them on under the sheets, then got up, grabbed her
bathrobe and locked herself in the bathroom without another word.
I slapped myself upside the head. "Fucking stupid!" I knew she wouldn't be speaking to me
for the rest of the night.
I didn't know exactly what it was about what I'd said that had set her off. It must have
sounded odd but it was hardly an admission of my true fantasies. But as touchy as she was
about anything outside of missionary sex, her reaction wasn't surprising.
What was more pressing to me at the moment, was my raging hard on. I was back in that
fantasy world and I knew I wouldn't be good for anything until I had an orgasm. Nothing
mattered more at that moment -- it was my perpetual Achilles heel.

(To Be Continued)

[Ramesh_Rocky]

[i]A CUCKOLD'S TALE
[/i]


Once again I was back in front of my computer with the door to my messy office locked -- not that SUMITA would come anywhere near me for the rest of the night -- but better safe than sorry. I pulled out the dirty picture from a locked desk drawer and put it in place, then pulled up the internet.
I sat there thinking about how it had come to this. Porn had been an occasional crutch for my sex life in between girlfriends at first. But a long dry spell after college had made it more of a wheel chair than a crutch, and soon it
was an obsession. I'd sometimes choose to sit home on the weekends while my friends partied, preferring to indulge in all night masturbation binges. Talking to girls wasn't easy for me, but porn stars were a sure thing. Straight boy-girl porn wasn't enough after a while. It turned into girl-girl, then three ways, then gangbangs, BDSM, fetishes, I just had to keep pushing the limits. At some point I even began whacking off to an occasional gay porno, just to push the envelope - to feel like
there was something taboo still left out there.
And when nothing seemed taboo anymore, I found myself increasingly unfulfilled, even depressed. Nothing satisfied my appetite anymore, everything was too tame. I couldn't even get it up half the time when I did find a girlfriend; they were all too vanilla to excite me. Ironically, I ended up falling in love with the most vanilla girl of them all, SUMITA.
SUMITA was piss drunk when I met her at a wedding party in a hotel with my friends, which made her the aggressor. I would never have had the balls to talk to a woman that hot, nor would she have approached me if she'd been sober, again, thank god for Tequila! She seemed wild, and that excited me. We fucked in the back of my car that night, and the sex was awkward and clumsy at best, but I'd never come close to screwing a woman that fine before, so that was all the excitement I needed. never expected her to call me after that night, but she did. I'd soon find out that SUMITA was just as boring as me without the liquid encouragement. But that's partly in the hotel what made us click. I didn't need to pretend to be exciting and adventurous, and she was wholly content just having someone who she could talk to, cuddle with, and who didn't smack her around for not having dinner ready.
She was in a miserable arranged marriage to a man from kolkata, and I was a lonely pervert who was tired of making love to my palm. We were both desperate for something more
fulfilling, and we found that in each other. The fct that she was married and a mother of 2 never escaped me when I fucked her, and for the time, that was my excitement in the sex department.
When she finally divorced him, left her kids and married me, the thrill of sneaking around and poking another man's wife was gone. The taboo of marrying another man’s well used wife and convincing her to left her kids was all I had left to excite me sexually, but that was wearing thin. Marrying a woman with two kids seemed to be everywhere, it wasn't such a big deal anymore.
But we did have love, and that wasn't lost on me. We laughed a lot, we understood each other - at least outside of the bedroom - and we shared a deep emotional bond. She felt like I'd saved her from a life of servitude to an ungrateful prick, and she'd saved me from eternal loneliness. For a while I was able to focus on the less shallow aspects of our relationship.
I was literally getting by on love alone - sex was side note. I convinced myself that I'd rather be happily married and sexually deprived, than the lonely pervert I was.
But after the first couple of years we inevitably found ourselves in a rut, facing the
ultimate relationship killer -- boredom. She'd been sober for the most part during those first years, but when she started drinking regularly again, I knew something was wrong. Liquor had been her crutch when she was at her wits end with her last marriage, and I feared history was repeating itself. Likewise, I was back to my porn habit and hiding out in my office to jerk off.
When she was sober she seemed content, albeit less affectionate than before. But when she came home drunk, she had a laundry list of things to bitch about. I was suddenly too boring, we never went anywhere, we never had enough money, I left the toilet seat up, and I was always in that stupid office. I'd return fire with the only weapon I had -- you don't ever fuck me! She'd apologize for everything when she was sober, and so would I, but I knew -- a drunk mouth speaks for a sober heart.We were on edge for the next two years. Everyday I feared we were nearing the end. I knew that SUMITA feared the same thing, but somewhere along the line we'd lost our ability to communicate with each other so we seldom discussed how things had gone down hill or how to fix them. She was keeping herself sane via her crutch -- liquor, and I was using mine -- pornography.
Falling back into my old habits, I was always searching for the next taboo fetish to get off to when the old ones had ceased to be interesting. I stumbled across one so obvious that I couldn't believe I'd never given it a serious look before - swinging.
There were tons of wife swapping sites on the Internet. At first I watched videos of couples swapping partners. I remembered the feeling of screwing another man's wife and it immediately appealed to me. When watching other types of pornography I always personalized the fantasy by imagining myself doing those things with my wife. I even dared to think that some day she'd come out of her shell and doing those things would be a real possibility. But swinging was out of the question. My traditional bengali wife on rare occasion showed flashes of willingness to explore new kinks, but she was far too possessive to ever consider such a thing. So when I
fantasized about swinging my mind forced me to leave SUMITA out of the fantasy, because it was plainly impossible But at some point I stopped focusing on the pleasure of being able to screw someone else's wife, and began to ponder the other aspect of wife swapping that I'd largely ignored; what it was like to have another man screwing mine at the same time? It didn't take long for me
to discard the idea of screwing other men's wives and completely zero in on the latter.
I knew SUMITA wouldn't swap with me, but would she cheat?
The thought scared the shit out of me to the point of making me sick in the stomach at first, partly because we had drifted so far apart that I couldn't rule it out. She had after all, cheated on her first husband with me, and left her kids to her to him. But at the same time it excited me like nothing else ever had. Imagining my prude, wife, whoring around like some cheap slut, gave me a rush.
Maybe it was easier to harbor a fantasy like that because we weren't as close at the time, so it was easier to detach myself from the emotional side of things. It was also easier for me to picture it as a reality more so than a fantasy, because unlike the other fetishes I'd obsessed over; this was smething she'd actually done before. I knew I wasn't the first person she'd cheated on her ex-husband with.
(To Be Continued)

[Ramesh_Rocky]

A CUCKOLD'S TALE



My newest sexual obsession had begun. After that, every time I watched porn I imagined that it was my wife getting fucked on

that screen, by someone other than me. I drifted away from the swinger sites and found more of an infatuation with sites that

focused solely on men watching their wives fuck other men. I learned the term cuckold and it became a staple in my search

engine.

That led me to Exbii. At first I wasn't so interested in reading about sex I could be watching on a video. But porno, with

all of the cheesy plot lines, if there was one at all, left something to be desired. I knew those guys sitting their watching

the porn starlet get screwed weren't actual husbands.

Somehow it became just as important to me how they got to the scene as what happened in it. I wanted more realism in my

fantasies, because for a while, there was a big part of me that actually considered just how real this fantasy could become.

And I wanted that, I wanted SUMITA to spread her legs for another man.

It started with scenarios involving women who fucked men to please their voyeuristic husbands. But like everything else in

the dark world of my obsession, it escalated. Soon I was paying attention to the most extreme, humiliating, cuckold stories

there were. I couldn't get enough of it. As my obsession grew, my self-esteem plummeted.

There were days I'd want to throw up just looking at my wife. The guilt of knowing what dirty fantasies I had about her ate

at me. Our marriage was hanging on by a thread, and thinking about losing her forever was the saddest feeling in the world.

One minute I'd be plotting on how to get her laid, the next I'd be racking my brain trying to figure out how to fix things

between us.

I was posting on cuckold websites asking strangers for advice on how to get SUMITA to fuck someone else. I was serious about

it. But no good advice came. Then I'd be on relationship websites asking strangers how to put the fire back in my marriage.

No good advice came.

Then one day I found an online friend named Anghsu. He was the author of some of my favorite cuckold stories from Exbii. I'd

sent him a rather jubilant e-mail expressing my love of his work one day, which was more like worshipping at his feet since I

was rock hard in my fantasy mindset when I wrote it. He replied in kind, and we began an ongoing dialogue about my wife, and

my fantasies.

Deep down I realized this guy was probably as sick as I was, but he also seemed very grounded and down to earth. Who was I to

judge? We were seeds from the same tree. He made no outlandish claims about his experiences in the lifestyle, although he

vaguely admitted to having some hands on experience with cuckolding. He didn't give me any pie-in-the-sky idea's about

turning my wife into an overnight whore, but he did do his part in persuading me to pursue it. Sometimes I got the feeling he

wanted to see it happen for me as badly as I did at the time.

By the same token, he appeared sympathetic to the conflicted nature of my desires. He listened and showed empathy when I

backpedaled and recanted my deviant wishes in favor of rekindling the love in my marriage. He could be a total perv right

along with me, or play the role of marriage councilor. Not only that, he was the only one I had to discuss such things with.

I might have gone nuts if I hadn't had that outlet to vent my conflicted feelings.

During that vulnerable time in my life, I shared more information about myself and SUMITA than any logical person would ever

consider giving a stranger. Hell, I'd sent him pictures of SUMITA and myself, talked about work, talked about family, this

guy could have written my biography. But Anghsu never felt like a stranger to me, he was a friend. A very strange friend, but

the same could have been said about me from his end.

Then came that strange night - the night I'd taken the picture of SUMITA naked on our bed. She'd come home drunk off her ass

after another drinking binge at Bennigans. I was fully prepared for another unprovoked attack on my character and a lengthy,

emotional fight. I was used to it when she came home in that state. I got attacked all right, but in a very different way.

SUMITA started peeling off her clothes the second she stepped in the door, laughing and stumbling around. I stood there in a

total state of confusion, wondering what had happened to my wife. She stripped off everything and tackled me to the living

room floor, kissing me with the kind of passion that hadn't existed between us in years.

I was stunned but not about to ruin the moment by asking for an explanation, so I went with it. She was aggressively ripping

off my clothes and using sexual innuendo like I'd never heard come out of her mouth before, save for the first night I'd met

her. For the first time since the night I met her, we fucked somewhere other than the bedroom, as she mounted me and rode me

hard right on the living floor. That was another first, SUMITA never got on top.

I remembered her pussy being wetter than I'd ever felt it before; it was sloppy and made a huge mess of our carpet. I

remembered the hungry look in her eyes as she fucked me. Her aggressiveness had turned me on so much that I couldn't manage

to make it last more than couple of minutes. But she wasn't satisfied with that.

She led me to the bedroom and told me she was feeling naughty. That's when the camera came out, at her suggestion. She was

posing for me in various suggestive positions, showing me an exhibitionistic side of her that I never knew existed.

Unfortunately, in my excitement I'd forgot to put the memory card in the camera! It was too late when I finally realized it

and dug out the memory card. She'd lost her mood for posing and I'd only gotten the one last photo of her kneeling on the

bed, before she snatched the camera from me and moved on to something else.

That something else was sucking my cock. That was big deal for me, because I could count on one hand the number of blowjobs

she'd given me in the four years prior to that; three. She sucked me like she never had before that night, she was hungry and

enthusiastic about it unlike the other times, and she refused to quit before I came. Having already cum once I was lasting

quite a while, until she threw another curveball my way.

While sucking my cock, she lubricated a finger with her mouth, reached between my legs and slithered her finger into my ass!

That was my introduction the prostate massage, and with her working me over with her finger and mouth at the same time, I was

blowing seed all over her face in no time flat.

Staring at my sexy wife with my cum splattered all over her face drove me nuts. She looked the part of the cock hungry cum

slut I'd always made her out to be in my fantasies. When she pulled me to her lips and kissed me that way, it was one of the

most erotic things she'd ever done.

She didn't wipe it off either when she demanded I fuck her again. I was exhausted but she did all the work, riding my face

for a very long time while I licked her sloppy pussy before hopping on my dick again and riding me until the sun came up. The

next day she was silent and hardly even looked at me. I knew she was embarrassed about it.

But after that, things began to change for the better. Sex was still as mundane as ever on her sober days, but when she drank

there was a lot less arguing and a lot more fucking. A blowjob was a virtual lock, along with the accompanying prostate

massage, and I always got to blow my load on her face. She was aggressive, and needy, and took control. All I did was hang on

for the ride and do whatever she asked.

The catch 22 was that her drinking became much less frequent, and with it so did the good sex. But the rift between us seemed

to dissipate. We were talking and communicating again, and enjoying each others company like we had before. It was like we'd

somehow re-fallen in love. The next six months were good.

With our relationship on more solid ground, I all but abandoned the idea of getting her to fuck other men. I did not however,

abandon the fantasy. Wanting SUMITA to be a slut for other men was still an obsession, and if anything, the obsession became

even stronger. But I'd finally resigned myself to leaving it forever as a fantasy. I no longer thought of ways to actually

make it happen.

I sighed deeply after recounting those events in my head, feeling a little less horny than before.

"Here I go again," I shook my head, "A fucking slave to a fantasy." I pulled up Exbii and clicked on one of my favorite

stories, one written by Anghsu.

I looked at the lotion, but hesitated to begin my ritual. I sat there, idle, cursing myself. I could have been fucking my

beautiful wife, but instead I was about to masturbate to the idea of her fucking someone else. I rarely felt such remorse

before an orgasm, that self-torture was reserved for afterwards, but that night was different.

I almost clicked off the Internet and went to try and make another go at my wife. And even if she wasn't going to put out

that night maybe I'd just hold her...but I didn't. And that would later prove to be a life changing decision.


(To Be Continued)

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[Ramesh_Rocky]

[i]A CUCKOLD'S TALE
[/i]



My hard dick was already in hand when my instant messenger beeped. I clicked on it. The message was from Anghsu79 -- Anghsu's screen name.

Anghsu79: Thinking dirty thoughts?

Me: Well I'm online aren't I? LOL Reading one of yours.

Anghsu79: Good choice. Cock in hand?

Me: You know it.

Anghsu79: Shall I let you get back to it?

Me: No. I got all night. In the dog house.

Anghsu79: What now?

Me: Slip of the tongue during sex.

Anghsu79: ....Did you tell her?

Me: No. But accidentally said something along the lines.

Anghsu79: She drunk again?

Me: No. Unfortunately. But she suggested the dirty talk again.

Anghsu79: Suggested it sober? She's coming around. Now is the time.

Me: Time for...?

Anghsu79: Stop torturing yourself. Tell her. The truth will set you free.

Me: Just a fantasy. Not going to happen. She'd flip.

Anghsu79: Fantasy is only a prelude to reality my friend. You can have it.

Me: Don't want it.

Anghsu79: No? I disagree. I know better.

Me: LOL. Maybe.

Anghsu79: Not maybe. You need it. Your slut wife needs it too. SUMITA wants to be a whore. And you want her pussy used.

My cock jumped as I read his words. I loved it when he talked that way. It was far more erotic to hear someone talking about

my wife directly than trying to mentally insert her name into a fictional story, especially someone who knew so much about

her and I.

Anghsu79: There?

Me: Yeah, sorry.

Anghsu79: Got excited, didn't you.

Me: What can I say? LOL

Anghsu79: See...told you...you deny yourself...you deny her.

Me: It's not so simple.

Anghsu79: But it is. Your fear gets in the way. Bliss awaits both of you.

Me: Or divorce.

Anghsu79: That won't happen. Love is love. Sex is sex.

Me: For me. Not for her.

Anghsu79: Not so. You are fooled by her fear...when she's sober. But when she's been to the bar she loves sex, yes? A drunk

mouth speaks for a sober heart -- your words.

Me: Seems that way.

Anghsu79: She can't get enough. You told me.

Me: True.

Anghsu79: And you don't give her enough. You can't satisfy her when she's in that state.

Me: She's insatiable.

Anghsu79: Like I said. You don't satisfy her.

I felt a lump in my throat. When he put it like that, I felt my insecurities flaring up.

Me: I am too small down there and I probably don't go long enough.

Anghsu79: We've been through this. You don't satisfy her. You told me that. You know it. Don't lie to yourself it's not

healthy my friend.

Me: I guess.

Anghsu79: You guess? We're always honest with each other. You're denying your own words now?

Me: No.

Anghsu79: Then just say it. Say what you said before. Sober she lays there like a lump of coal. Intoxicated she gives you

more than you can handle. You can't satisfy your wife. Say it.

Me: I can't satisfy my wife.

I got a chill as I typed those words. Anghsu had a way of forcing reality to slap me in the face.

Anghsu79: But someone else can. You know it. And she knows it too. So what do you think will happen?

Me: I don't know.

Anghsu79: She was a cheating whore when you met her. What will stop her this time?

Me: Love, I hope.

Anghsu79: That's not what you hope. You hope she will offer her whore pussy to another man to get what you can't give her.

That's what you hope.

Me: I don't want to lose her.

My heart was beating frantically, and my cock was stiffening.

Anghsu79: Things have been good lately, yes?

Me: Yes. For the most part.

Anghsu79: Then now is the time. Go with her on the journey before she goes it alone. You'll both be happier.

I couldn't respond. It sounded crazy and it made sense at the same time. My conflicted emotions kept me frozen.

Anghsu79: You're hard right now thinking about that little Bengali slut of yours getting it good from a strange cock.

Reflexively, I answered: Yes.

Anghsu79: Care to play a little?

Me: Ok.

Anghsu79: What did she wear today?

Me: Red sari, white petticoat underneath. Nothing special. Normal Work clothes.

Anghsu79: And her underwear?

Me: Black bra, and blue panty, I think. It was dark in the room as usual.

Anghsu79: They were purple. I know because I saw them today when I fucked her.

Me: oh

It was all I could think to say. When Anghsu and I played this game he did most of the typing. I'd be busy jerking off.

Anghsu79: Your bitch was walking through the south city mall blabbing on her cell phone. She was talking to someone about how

pathetic you were in bed. She was talking very loud and everyone could hear her. I wonder if it was anyone you know?

Anghsu79: I followed her into a store I think “pantaloons”. Wait, let me look at the receipt...yep “pantaloons”. She was

searching for a new outfit. She told the person on the phone she needed to buy something sexy to attract someone who could

fuck her better.

Anghsu79: I knew that slut was ripe for a good fuck so I made sure I brushed up against her tight little ass with my big hard

dick in my jeans as I passed her in the store. It wasn't quick either. She got a good feel for what I had to offer.

Anghsu79: She couldn't stop smiling at me. A hot little piece of Bengali ass, that wife of yours. I knew she'd make a good

pin cushion for my cock. So while she was picking through things on the rack, I pressed up behind her again.

Anghsu79: Only this time I didn't move. I put my hands on her hips, pressed my bulge against her ass, and rubbed against her

for quite a while. She didn't stop me. She started breathing harder. I told her to hang up the phone. She did.

Anghsu79: I told her that if she wanted to be sexy she should wear something that showed her body off more. I grabbed the

skimpiest little dress on the rack. I think she got excited just looking at it. But she frowned at the Rs 5000 price tag.

Anghsu79: I told her I'd buy it for her if she put it on for me. She got excited about that. Money has been a little tight

lately, yes?

Me: It has.

Anghsu79: I know. She bitched as much about your inability to provide a better lifestyle for her as she did about your sorry

excuse for a sex life. But more so than that, your wife really just wanted the chance to get naked for me.

Anghsu79: She wasn't as shy with me as she is with you. Maybe because she knew I saw her as nothing more than place to dump

my sperm. She didn't have to pretend otherwise, or worry about what I'd think of her. She already knew what I thought of her.

Anghsu79: I took her into a gent’s dressing room. It was empty near the trial room so I entered with her and told her to

strip. The fucking whore couldn't even hide her excitement. She peeled off that red sari in no time while I sat there and

watched. I even made her dance for me a little in her underwear.

Anghsu79: Then I told her to take that off too. She needed it explained to her that a slut like her has no reason to be

wearing underwear. The wife hesitated a little too long to do it so I gave her ass a good hard spanking. That got her pussy

wetter than before.

Anghsu79: She was dripping, my friend. Juice was running down her thigh. The whole dressing room smelled like her hairy cunt

when she took her panties off. It was fun watching her trying to squeeze into that dress, too.

Anghsu79: Your wife wears a size 7, or a medium at the store. The dress I picked for her was an extra small. She started to

get whiny about how it was too small, but I told her to shut the fuck up and put it on or I'd drag her out of the fitting

room naked.

Anghsu79: I think she liked that idea because she just stood there staring at the dress like she couldn't figure out how to

put it on. So I opened the door to the fitting room and pushed her out. There were two guys sitting out there waiting for

their wives.



Anghsu79: I made her apologize and promise to put the dress on. Took her a while to get it on. She had a little too much ass

and hip to pull it all the way down so it left the bottom half of her ass sticking out.

Anghsu79: From where I was sitting I could see cunt hair underneath the hem. Her breasts didn't fit much better. Those are

some beauties. The dress didn't cover any more than her little nipples.

Anghsu79: I pulled up her dress and smacked her on the ass.
I was stroking my dick voraciously, hanging on every word when he'd stopped. I waited for him to continue but he didn't.

Me: And? What!?!?!?!?!??!?!?!?!?!?!!!!!!

Anghsu79: You sure you want to hear the rest of this?

Me: Yes!

Anghsu79: Say please.

Me: Pleeeeeeeease!

Anghsu79: How about I tell you in person?

Me: Are you joking?

Anghsu79: Not at all. We've been chatting now for what, 7 or 8 months? Why not meet? I'm not too far from you. You're in

Howrah. I'm in Jadavpur.

I paused a moment contemplating his request. It never occurred to me that he might live in the same state as me, let alone a

nearby area. I'd never asked. For that reason, the thought of meeting him never seemed like a possibility. I thought it might

be nice to have a real life friend with a similar interest. My fantasy world was a lonely one, save for him.

Anghsu79: I haven't got all night.

Me: Where? When?

Anghsu79: Ratna hights, Jadavpure. Leave now.

Me: Now? It's kinda late. Tomorrow maybe?

Anghsu79: Now or never. Also, bring a pair of your wife's worn panties. Let's have some fun.

"Let me get this straight. I'm supposed to drive to Jadavpur to meet a guy I met on an Internet porn site and deliver a pair

of my wife's dirty underwear?" I spoke out loud to no one. "And why now or never?"

Me: You gotta admit, this sounds a little weird.

Anghsu79: It's your fantasy. I'm only here to help. It will be like your first time willingly sharing your wife's cunt. Think

about it. I also have some things I want to show you. You'll enjoy. TRUST ME.

Me: What is it?

Anghsu79: Only one way to find out. Room 217. Don't keep me waiting.

After that he signed off.

I had a deep curiosity about what it was he had to show me. My cock was still hard. And Anghsu never failed to deliver with

his ideas and stories; his mind was as filthy as mine. Plus, I liked the guy.

And the thing about bringing my wife's used panties also peeked my interest. I guessed he wanted to see what her pussy

smelled like. Awfully damn kinky in my book, but the thought excited me. It would be as close as any other man had ever

gotten to SUMITA's pussy during our marriage.

But still, it was a weird situation. I was trying to let common sense prevail over my sexually driven euphoria. But that was something that almost never happened.
(TO Be Continued)

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[Ramesh_Rocky]

[i]A CUCKOLD'S TALE
[/i]
[i]
I was shaking outside of room 217. I'd been standing there for almost five minutes and still hadn't knocked. It wasn't too late to turn around.
But who was I kidding? I'd come this far because my obsession ruled me. I had no power over it but for the palm of my own hand. I could have rubbed one out on my own and gotten enough mental clarity to avoid being here. But that was only delaying the inevitable. Bearing the burden of my all-consuming fantasy alone was wearing me down. I needed to share it.
I knocked. A tall, fortyish man with slightly graying black hair opened the door, a towel wrapped around his waist. I thought he somewhat favored Sunny deol.
"I was wondering how long you were going to stand out there before you knocked," Anghsu spoke with a slight southern accent, standing aside as he held the door.
"Put yourself in my shoes," I said, cautiously stepping into the room.
"Oh, I understand you very well. That's why I let you stand out there and go through your process. I'm a patient man when I choose to be."
The room was small and had a peculiar smell to it. The queen-sized bed looked slept in. The floral print comforter was in a heap on the floor. A half empty bottle of MacDowell sat atop the dresser. The room was tidy aside from that. Not a total dive, but nothing special.
"Excuse the condition of the room. I had a small party in here earlier and I've only just started cleaning up from it," He said, strolling in to the tiny bathroom and dispensing some deodorant under his arms. "A party, huh?" I stood near the entrance of the room. "A couple of friends of mine, and another man's wife," He said, plainly looking at me in the mirror.
"I see," I nodded. "Ohhhhh," I belatedly realized what he meant.
"Tall, late twenties, a mother of two and nice lactating breasts. Fucked her in every orifice with her husband on speaker phone," Anghsu stated matter-of-factly, grinning. "Sounds like fun," I answered, fidgeting with my hands, aimlessly looking around the room.
"You knew that about me, I presume," He asked, coming out of the bathroom and walking to the dresser. "That you had a party?" "That I fuck other men's wives for sport." "You're a bull?" "That term annoys me, but use it if you like," Anghsu poured some MacDowell into two plastic cups. "Actually, I didn't. I mean, I wasn't sure. In your stories you always write from the cuckold's perspective. But then when we started chatting you always did seem kind of...I don't know...aggressive?"
"I like writing as if the shoe were on the other foot. I find the dynamics of the submissive mind, fascinating. I'm particularly intrigued by those of you who have such a self-deluded image that you lack self-value to the point of actually favoring minimal sexual gratification, pain even, emotional and physical. I try, and if I do say so myself, succeed very well in conveying that type of psycho-sexual dysfunction in my stories because I've gained what I think is a very unique perspective on the situation."
I scratched my head trying to figure out if he had just insulted me or not. Trying not to sound ignorant, I addressed the part that I did understand. "I wouldn't necessarily say I'm a submissive." Anghsu chuckled. "I would," he said, handing me a cup of MacDowell. "Here, this will loosen you up a bit."
"Got me all figured out, huh?"
"I'd say so," He said, arrogantly. "I've encountered all types in this lifestyle. Some men are just victims of cold, selfish, calculating women and don't have the backbone to stand up for themselves. Others simply devalue their women so greatly that they long to see them used and humiliated, but also lack the backbone to do it themselves, detaching themselves from the act by putting it in another mans hands so they can hold on to their delusions of being a loving husband."
"Shit, what are you, the professor of cuckolding or something?" I wondered if he could sense the complex he was giving me. "So which one do you think I am?"
"Neither," he smiled. "Which is why I'm particularly interested in you. You convey the type of emotion and feelings that usually have to be absent to practice cuckoldry. I believe you actually do love and value your wife. And SUMITA doesn't seem to be the manipulative type either, even though she is a whore."
Hearing him call my wife a whore sent a chill down my spine and rush of blood to my dick.
Somehow the effect was greater hearing it said out loud than seeing him type it on a screen. I quickly slammed the half-full cup MacDowell .
"See what I mean," he cackled. "You get uncomfortable at the suggestion of your wife being anything but an angel, yet it excites you so much. I love it."
"So what am I, some sort of science project to you?"
"A lab rat of sorts," Anghsu laughed.
My expression got dark. "I'm kidding! Lighten up!" He said, pouring me another cup of MacDowell . "Sit down and relax for crying out loud! Get comfortable! I know you are tensed, but you're in good company." "The room is fine," I shrugged, sitting at the edge of the bed, "I just get a little awkward meeting new people."
It's the kind of room I'd fuck your slut, Bengali wife in."
As I instantly converted his words into a mental picture, my cock stiffened. "I suppose," I replied meekly.
Part of me felt obligated to sock him in the mouth for that remark. I had to remember the context in which we'd met. Spoken words verses written words. This was far more real now, and I was still adjusting.
Besides that, Anghsu was an imposing physical figure. I wasn't so sure I could take him anyway. "So like I was saying," Anghsu sat beside me on the bed. "I've taken quite an interest in you and your wife, as you know."
"Because I'm supposedly different than the other husbands you've dealt with?"
"In a manner of speaking, yes. For one I think it would be fascinating to see how you react to the realization of your fantasy. And for another, I have to tell you, I really loathe most of the men whom I've cuckolded. A lot of their wives too. It was easy for me to use and humiliate them because of that. I'm sure you can imagine, the lack of respect I had for their marriages made me excellent at it. They were role-playing. I wasn't." Anghsu's gaze drifted towards the window as he took a long swig of the liquor. "What are you saying, Anghsu? You want to..."
"To make you the cuckold you've always wanted to be," he finished my sentence. "It'll be a
challenge for me, because honestly, I actually like you." He put his hand on my shoulder and gave it a squeeze. "But in spite of that, I fully intend to use your wife like I have every other whore I've encountered, and I will treat you the same as I've treated their husbands. I won't deny you the full experience, I promise."
"Um...look, that's flattering, I guess. But like I've been telling you, I don't think I
could actually go through with it," I said, finishing another glass of MacDowell .
"Well, that's the beauty of this lifestyle, you don't necessarily have to go through with anything. You simply remain passive, if not submissive, and let it happen like all sissy husbands do. Let me take control," Anghsu looked me directly in the eyes.
Did he just imply that I was a sissy? I wondered. "Anghsu, I don't know. I'm playing with fire here," I shook my head.
"That's part of the thrill," he smiled. "And the way I see it, it's inevitable that it will
happen. You're fighting a losing battle with your demons. And your wife craves a real man to fuck her. Wouldn't you rather put it in the hands of someone who won't completely try to destroy your marriage? Believe me, if she's allowed to stray with a man who doesn't understand this lifestyle he will ultimately seek to posses your woman. I merely want to use her." I stood up, went to the dresser, poured some more MacDowell and promptly downed it. "You make it sound like I'm going to lose her if I don't do this." "You have to admit, it's a real possibility, all things considered. You have no idea." I sighed deeply, and faintly nodded as I fell back onto the bed. "But what makes you so sure that this will be the solution? What makes you think she'd even be a part of anything like this? As much as I fantasize about her cheating, it would kill me. "I'd have to be involved, you know? I have to be a willing participant, and she has to know that I am. None of that hiding in closets bullshit and letting her think I don't know. And I don't see how I could get myself to explain to her, how I could be ok with that. I wouldn't even know where to start."
Anghsu grinned, knowingly. "It's the solution because unlike her previous husband, she knows she has a man who loves her, and she loves you back. But she also seeks to fulfill the part of her that's still wanting. If she truly believes she can have her cake and eat it too, by keeping your love and getting well fucked by another, why would she refuse? The rest, you just leave that to me. When the time comes, she'll be posing the question to you, not the other way around. I can make sure of that. I'm a master at this."
For the first time ever I found myself seriously contempla ting my fantasy becoming a reality. My heart was pounding so hard I thought it might jump out of my chest and land in Anghsu's lap. "And you...you really think you can do this? I mean, I don't even know if you're her type, no offense."
"My friend, I'm already half way there."
"What do you mean?"
"I told you I have something to show you. Brace yourself." Anghsu leaned over and grabbed a laptop computer from the nightstand and set it in his lap. He opened it and began clicking and typing. "About that little fantasy story I was telling you earlier."
"The one you still haven't finished? You really had me going, I wish you wouldn't have stopped."
"Sorry, but I'm going to leave the ending up to your imagination. You'll have more fun with it that way. What I wanted to say was, what if I told you that story wasn't a fantasy?"
My heart skipped a beat. He had to be fucking with me. "I'd say you were bullshitting me."
"Well, I am a fiction writer, and so I do take some liberties," Anghsu turned his head and looked at me squarely, "But I can guarantee you that at least some of what I told you actually did happen today."
My lower jaw hung open involuntarily. I didn't know what to say. "H...how?" was all I could muster. Part of me didn't believe him. Part of me wanted to. All of me was numb.
He turned the laptop screen towards me and set it in my lap. "Feel free to scan through these at your leisure."
I was looking at Anghsu's email inbox. I first noticed one of the messages I'd sent him.
Then I noticed several messages from a familiar e-mail address...it was my wife's. My glance immediately shot in his direction.
Anghsu was smiling. "SUMITA and I have been chatting for a while."
I frantically opened the most recent e-mail, titled - Re; Feeling naughty today? The first thing I saw was a picture of SUMITA standing in what appeared to be a bathroom. I could tell it was a self-shot cell phone pic. She was holding her red sari and the blouse underneath open, exposing her bra-clad breasts, and her petticoat pants rolled up to her waste, showing off her panties. Her underwear was purple, like he'd said. The message was short and sweet – 'Always feeling naughty for you'. My hands were shaking so badly it was difficult to open the next one. I couldn't speak, or even look at Anghsu.
The next one was from two days earlier and had no picture, only text. 'Yeah, I hear what you're saying. It was fun though. My emotions are all over the place these days. I'm happy though, mostly.' It was far too vague for me to understand the nature or the meaning of the message.
The next one contained another low quality cell phone picture. It appeared to be in our kitchen. SUMITA was holding the cell phone out in front of her, only her upper half was visible, and she had on only a bra. Her mouth was opened wide and she was pushing a cucumber into it. The text was short, and read like an inside joke - 'Stretch! LOL' I continued rummaging through his e-mail. Many of them were only text and most were short. My wife was discussing her emotions, her moods, and our relationship, explaining things her and I had done, and conversations we'd had. Some of them discussed her job and co-workers, most I knew, and some I didn't. All of the messages were about as vague as the first one I'd read and left me little to go on as far as figuring out what the nature of her involvement with Anghsu was. A few of them had pictures attached. A couple of them were innocent enough, fully clothed, smiling. One had both of us in it, I remembered the night we took it. The majority of them though, had her in various stages of undress in a provocative pose. I hadn't found any of them with nudity.
Most of what I read was pretty tame. But a few things concerned me more than others. There was one picture of her lying on a bed, one that wasn't ours, wearing only panties, a see through typel, and her legs spread wide. Given the distance and angle I knew she couldn't have snapped it herself with a cell phone. Had Anghsu taken that picture?
I was also bothered by a name that kept popping up a lot, Nikhil. I had no idea who that was, and nothing in particular was said that bothered me, just that she mentioned him so much. The main thing that bothered me was a passage of text in one of the messages that read –
'After we made love tonight, I went into the bathroom and cried. I was at my wits end. I finally had to accept the fact that I can never have an orgasm with the man I love. No matter how he tries, he will never satisfy me.'
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(To Be Continued)