Adultery UNFAITHFUL MOTHERS AND HOUSEWIFES by stranger_women

[Ramesh_Rocky]

FROM SWINGING TO CUCKOLDING

PART6


January 21

On Wednesday night, Maggie still said she wasn't ready but then mentioned that she had really loved watching me stroke myself to a climax last weekend.

"I love watching you cum that way, sweetie. Do it for me again, please...?" she said with a sad puppy face.

We kissed warmly and my erection began to rise, but she took my hands off her breasts, when I cupped them, remarking that they were still too sore. I asked her to suck me for a while, and she did that lightly for a minute or so, then put her hand around mine which she then moved onto my dick. Together, we stroked my shaft for a few times, then she laid back to watch me. I closed my eyes thinking of how much I would rather be inside her than this. I began to flag a bit, but then strangely, as thoughts of Maggie with Sean started creeping into my head and again I got intensely erect. Five minutes later, I came explosively.

Maggie tousled my hair and kissed my cheek warmly. "That's my good boy," she said, cuddling close to me.

"Were you thinking about me when you came?" she asked, still caressing my face, "Or were you thinking about Sean inside me, and how you liked seeing it?"

She raised and eyebrow, as if already knowing my answer.

I lied telling her, "I was thinking of you, only you honey. I would rather have been inside you though."

Without thinking, she blurted out, "well if you were 10 shades darker, and 5 inches longer, and twice as thick, you would have."

A stone silence hung in the air for a few seconds and then we both laughed so hard there were tears in both our eyes.

January 30

It's Friday now, over two weeks later, we still haven't been intimate; I am waiting for her to be ready for me to try a little of the old magic on her. I have made moves but either got the old headache response or no response at all. Her sexual appetite seems to be pretty sated still. Three or four times more she has laid with me watching me masturbate myself to climax, starting me off with her hand over mine then lying back to urge me on, again telling me how much she enjoyed watching me play with myself while Sean fucked her. I hate knowing that I came while thinking about Sean mounting her, and remembering her explosive orgasms with him. In my mind's eye, I could sometimes see her begging Sean to fuck her, stroking his neck and wrapping her legs around his waist. One of the times, I caught myself thinking how much I wanted to see her responding to Sean again. Since the night he first fucked her, my only release of sexual tension has been through masturbation, with Maggie afterward tousling my hair and telling me how much that turned her on.

Later that day, after we saw our daughter off to college for the start of Spring semester, I tried to arouse Maggie as we lay in front of the fireplace. I pulled her panties down intending to go down on her. I noticed bruises on the inside of both her thighs and started to comment. She abruptly pulled her panties back up, telling me that she wanted me to eat her out later, and promised the weekend would be special for us both.

January 31


I got the credit card statement in yesterday's mail, and noted two extremely large items, a bill from Victoria's Secret and another from Macy's. It puzzled me and when I quizzed her about it, she blushed and said, "Oh gosh sweetie. I suppose I DID go a little overboard. But now that I have not one but TWO hot stud muffins to dress for and seduce, I need to spend a little more."

I looked incredulous, and blurted out, "what the ... what the.. two??"

"Jack, you know that you are and always will be my number one stud muffin, silly," she smiled at me and took my hand asking me to sit with her in the family room.

"And of course now that you agreed to share me with Sean, I want to look nice for him too, honey. Honey, don't be a cheapskate about this," she said, patting my face.

Maggie gently took my hand and stroked it gently.

"Jack, there's something I need to tell you, and I don't want you to get upset," She said in a gentle voice, biting her lower lip and looking at me apprehensively.



She continued, "As I said, I love you very much. Of course I do. And I know I haven't been very, well responsive to you lately, and well I don't want to be dishonest, honey. I haven't been aroused by you because, well... well, the thing is I can't get Sean out of my head. Every time I daydream, I can almost feel his thick hot lips on my body, feel his hands, smell his musky scent. When I dream, I can see his naked body standing over me, waving his cock back and forth and telling me to suck it.

I replied, "Maggie, I think you're probably just fantasizing. That's ok."



Maggie looked away from me, staring blankly into space and continued, "Jack, Sean called me two days after we played with him, and well to make a long story short, he asked me out on a date tonight. I know you don't mind, but I just felt awkward bringing it up."

I shook my head angrily and replied, "Don't mind? Like hell! What gave you that idea?"

Maggie dried her eyes, and steadfastly held her ground. Frowning crossly she said, "Now wait just a minute, Jack. You were the one who wanted me to try a black guy in the first place. You challenged him to take me away from you; don't say you don't remember that!"

My jaw dropped as she continued, "So you don't go blaming me for getting hooked on the experience. And furthermore, you really got off on it too - and we BOTH know you did. I will never forget the sight of you stroking your own little peenie as you watched him make love to me. Don't you think that made an impression?"

Then she dealt the trump card, "Well, and of course the other thing, you let me crown him. Didn't you understand what that meant?"

I looked quizzically, "Crowned? I don't understand. What the hell is 'crowned'?"

She looked angrily at me, "When I slid his cock over your dick, remember? That is giving a woman's black lover explicit permission to take her. Whenever the woman does that with her own hand and her man lets her, it's like, I dunno, giving him permission or something. D'uhhh... Don't pretend you weren't there or that you didn't understand that!"

She pounded me on my chest, adding, "After seeing the way that Sean's cock completely engulfed your dick that night, I felt it deep inside - we both accepted him as my lover; didn't you feel that too? And another thing - I know you really enjoyed watching us fuck, didn't you? Didn't you?"

My face turned red and the veins in my forehead stood out, "No way. Absolutely not, Maggie. That's a lie!"

She smiled at me, sarcasm dripping from her lips, "Oh really?"

At that I blew up. For one thing, For nor thing, I knew nothing about the symbolic meaning of the crowning thing. For another, I now noticed that she was calling my once proud cock a 'peenie' now, while she referred to Sean's member as a cock. Where the hell did that come from. Was she reacting to what she perceived as a 'shortcoming' on my part or to the strength of Sean as a superior lover?

She folded her arms and sat back. Then she massaged my right leg. "Jack I need you to understand that I love you dearly and I always will, but Sean really drives me wild sexually. He touches me in places that you just can't. But Jack, I want you to be a part of it and enjoy this new experience WITH me."

"Be a part .... I don't understand what you want from me? How can I be a 'part' of something I don't even understand; what does that even mean," I challenged.

"Honey, we have just been through this. Secretly you DO approve and we both know it. Admit it, every time you jerk off now, you think of him inside me. I can see it in your face. Can't we both be honest about that? Be supportive of me honey, and I promise you will come to enjoy this even more than you do now. Together we'll go places you never knew you could go." She smiled and stroked my cheek.

My face burned with embarrassment, and I refused to admit even a little bit of truth in what she said.

She moved closer and then, taking my face in her hands kissed me deeply, her tongue found mine and we were kissing hotly. Her hand slid over my thigh. when she found my dick, growing erect from our deep kissing, she looked into my eyes and said, "I know what's wrong with my tiger. You're probably really horny, baby."

Damn right I was horny. No sex for weeks will do that to a man. We moved toward the long sofa, and she turned up the radio. It was tuned to a local hip hop station, which confused the hell out of me as Maggie had always disliked rap music intensely; in the last week or so though, she had been listening to it exclusively.

"Maggie, you hate that kind of music," I said, shaking my head in disbelief.

"Nuh-uh, baby. Not anymore. I am only now beginning to listen to the lyrics. Really powerful stuff. Kind of keeps me turned on, ya know? Besides, the beat is great to fuck to. Anyway, come on over here."

As she started to unzip my jeans and release my aching penis, she pushed me gently down onto the sofa and I scooted back until I was lengthwise on it. My dick sprang up hard and she appraised it with a smile. She sat on the floor next to me and tenderly kissed one side of the shaft. Taking a single deep breath she then engulfed my entire penis with her mouth, something I never knew she was capable of. I could feel my whole member deep in her mouth and throat as she went down and then up on me repeatedly. I was in heaven, feeling her soft lips and the liquid heat of her mouth. I moaned out loud and she hummed, "mmmmmmmmm."

After a bit, she disgorged me and started to stroke me with her free hand.

"God, Maggie, where did you learn that?" I asked, knowing that she had never taken me that deeply in all our years.

She smiled wickedly and said, "Mmmmmm ... I'm glad you liked it. I have been practicing -- now that I have my other stud muffin to please, I need to be able to suck a much much larger cock."

Maggie winked at me and, kissed my abs, then purred in a sweet low voice, "Yummm... My sweet tiger is soooooo hard. lie back and close your eyes, babe. Tell me what you're thinking of. Can you think of me with Sean?"

Closing my eyes, at first I frowned, not wanting those images to come but then nodded my head. As a journalist with an eye for detail, I could easily see them with my eyes closed, just as they were two weeks ago.

Maggie continued to stroke my shaft, and then picking up my hand and covering with hers, put it on my shaft and together we stroked my erection.

"Tell me, tiger, what do you see. C'mon, don't be shy. Tell me everything," she said sweetly.

I really didn't want to play this game, but she insisted, "You know you can't forget it. I want to know everything you saw and felt, sweetie."

"Ummm... Well, I can see Sean's dark skin against your milky whiteness... Your legs bent at your knees.... I can see him pushing your legs apart and moving between them. I can see ...", I squinted harder behind my closed eyelids, "Now I can see him rubbing the head of his cock up and down against the slit of you pussy. His head is really huge and your lips are swollen for him."

"Mmmmmmmm. Yesssss..... So hot. I can remember that too; tell me more, darling," she said, urging me on.

"Now... now you take his shaft and guide it to your pussy. I can see him thrust in a few inches to lock into your vagina. You gasp and pull on his arms," I continue.

Maggie removed her hand from mine, and I continue to stroke as she massaged my chest. "Tell me more, my sweet stud guy."

I force my eyes closed and recall more details, "I can smell his musky odor all the way across the room. I see you breathing deeply and as he pushes his cock in you, I can see how much your pussy is stretched by him. Looks like it must hurt."

"Oh god yes, Jack. It hurt soooooo good. You have no idea how good it felt," she said excitedly.

Continuing to stroke myself rhythmically, I continued, "Now I can see how he leaned down and tugged on your nipple with his bare teeth. i see the pain in your face, but you hold his head in place and scream for him not to stop. It's so hot for me to see you begging him."

"Oh Yesss. It just intensified the pleasure of being fucked by him. I could feel him filling my vagina through the whole length of it. Ohhhhh... Go on Baby, go on," she begged me.

By this time, my penis was stretched to an erection so large it was almost painful. I didn't want to cum, but I couldn't stop myself from stroking my cock faster and faster.

"What else... I can see him sucking all around your breasts, leaving welts... You had hickeys there for a week... Now, he's moving to his knees. You're scooting under him," I continued, reliving the night.

Maggie sat on the floor next to me, reliving the experience dreamily, "Yessss... I remember.... I remember him on his knees, moving my hips so that he could penetrate me so deep. I felt his cock reach me EVERYWHERE in my vagina. Every time I felt him thrust, a huge thrill ran all through my body. "

By this time, my abs were churning, my dick aching to ejaculate, and my balls were tightening, ready to pump out my cum.

I stroked furiously as Maggie encouraged me, "Feel it with me. Feel Sean make my body tremble with ecstasy. He's ready to pump so much hot cum in me... cum with him, baby. I can feel the heat of his cock and now his cum filling me. Oh yes.... stroke your little peenie and cum, honey."

I couldn't hold back a moment longer. My cock was aching and ready to explode. In a split second, my balls pulsed sending a huge spurt of my cum almost all the way up my chest.

Again and again I spurted, my body responding to the memory of Maggie writhing in ecstasy, clutching at Sean's body, grasping him tight against her. I collapsed, nearly exhausted from the incredible strength of my self induced orgasm. Maggie told me to open my eyes; I did that and saw her big smile.

"That's my sweet guy. See how great that was, honey?" Maggie said, then continued to stroke my face tenderly, "See how good that made you feel?"

She patted the sofa space between us, and said, "Look I know this is coming at you fast and it's all a bit of a blow to your pride - why do you guys always feel like you have to be so macho? Why don't you put your head down on my lap and let me stroke your hair while you fall asleep baby."

Exhausted and tired of fighting what seemed to be a lost battle, I succumbed to her invitation. I put my head down and she smoothed my hair and caressed my face for several minutes.

I fell into a restful sleep, having given up, or perhaps just settling into the role my wife had defined for me. Several minutes, perhaps a half hour later, I heard to soft gong of her mobile's ring tone and felt her slide out from under my head.

I drifted in an out of sleep for a few more minutes, then woke lazily, missing the warmth of her thigh under my head. From the kitchen in the distance, I heard the murmur of conversation. Maggie was talking on the phone. In my bare feet, I moved silently across the carpet and stood out of sight, listening and catching snatches of the discussion. The hip hop continued to drone on the FM so that the noise covered my movement.

"...No, no problems... ...uh huh, yeah; doing everything just like the manual explains... ...I keep making him jerk off and think of us. He just did it again now and -- oh my god -- it works just like it says it would. Holy crap, he practically hit the ceiling with his load a few minutes ago...", she said on her side of the conversation, then laughed suddenly. I could hear a deep laugh on the other end of the call, muffled by Maggie's cheek against the phone.

"I have to tell you though, his cock looked soooo good, I was tempted to cave in on this whole thing; just strip off and ride him like a cowgirl... ....Mmmmmm, he still gives me shivers, Sean... ...huh?... ...NO! Of course I didn't let him fuck me... ... that's page one of the manual baby... ... in big bold type... 'Deny your cuckold all sex unless it involves dreaming about you and your lover'... ... Sean, I AM reading the manual ...", Maggie continued talking.

And now I knew who was on the other side of the phone call. Suddenly I shifted my weight and a floorboard creaked. Maggie let out a little scream and fumbled the phone, almost dropping it. She put it back to her ear, saying, "You still there? It was just my very wonderful husband creeping up on me... ...really... ...are you sure... ...Ok, sure ..."

Maggie turned to me, offering me the phone, "Honey, It's Sean on the line. He would like to talk with you. Here."

I took it from her, looking at it like it was an alien artefact. I stared at it for a few more seconds then lifted it to my ear, then said, "Uh yeah... What..."

On the other end of the call, I heard his voice speaking in a friendly tone, "Hey dawg. How you been. Ain't talked in -- what -- a couple few weeks now."

I said absolutely nothing. An uncomfortable silence of several seconds followed.

Sean picked up the conversation, not taking my hint that there was nothing to talk about, "Listen, bro. I really want to thank you for rizzle for sharing Maggie. It takes a real confident man to be able to do that. I get it how hard it is. But dig, they ain't hardly a white gal that don't rather have a black man. Together, we givin' Maggie everything she needs. From me, she get what she need in bed, from you all that respectability and shit. So everything be cool, right?"

More silence on my side of the phone. Unhampered, Sean, plunged forward, "Look, I want to ask you to understand something Jack. Maggie's shy to ask this, but I asked her on a date tonight and she really wants to come out wif' me. Only with yo' permission of course. And I want to show her some 'preciation, you know? You don't mind right, bro? We cool?"

I balled my free hand into a fist. In the corner, Maggie stood, nervously nibbling her fingernail.

Finally, I spoke. "Sean, whatever. If that's what Maggie wants."

Sean's voice was suddenly cheery, "Great, can you just tell her I'll pick her up at 9? And tell her to dress sexy!"

"Uh, yeah. Wait, you know our address?" I asked.

"Ummm, well, I think I maybe can find it. Thanks. You da man," he offered, terminating the conversation.

I turned to Maggie, hanging up the phone. "Your other 'stud muffin' says he'll pick you up at 9. And be sure to dress like a slut. Shouldn't be hard."

Maggie smiled like a collegegirl, "Oh thank you my sweetest love. Thank you so much. I promise this is going to work out baby, and I want you to be my partner in everything. You are a wonderful husband."

She threw her arms around me and for the first time in a long while she gave me a long passionate kiss. "I love you honey, but I really need this too. We both know it."

She smiled warmly and then offered, "Oh Jack sweetie, you look dejected. There's no reason to worry about being excluded. Honey, there's a place for you in this relationship, I wouldn't leave the love of my life out! You're very important to me, and even to Sean believe it or not."

Looking into my eyes, she continued, "I promise to help you enjoy this new open relationship honey. let's start right now. I want you to help me get ready for my date. And I want you to help me get ready for all my dates with Sean. And another thing. I want to feel your wonderful tongue on my pussy whenever you want -- especially after Sean and I make love. You soothe me so much after he ravages me. And I just you know that you loved the taste of our cum. Come on now, my sweet stud muffin, admit that much at least!"

Seeing that I was still resisting, she added, "Oh, and of course, Sean will let you watch sometimes. You just have to promise not to interfere. You can just watch to your hearts content and stroke your peenie, while I watch you lovingly. Doesn't that sound great?"
I listened patiently, then my curiosity got the better of me. "Maggie, I thought I heard you mention something about 'the manual' or something? What were you talking about?"

Maggie chewed on her lower lip, looked thoughtful and said, "Oh that. That's nothing sweetie. Just a book Sean gave me; it's about having an open relationship, like ours. it has advice for me about helping you to accept and enjoy things. Nothing to worry about. Now help me get ready baby?"




(To Be Continued)

[Ramesh_Rocky]

FROM SWINGING TO CUCKOLDING

LAT PART


January 31 (9 PM)

Maggie has been like a nervous teenage collegegirl for the last couple hours. Not entirely into the spirit of the evening, I nevertheless love my wife loved seeing the transformation the excitement had made. I fixed her a warm bubblebath infused with mango oil, and she luxuriated in that until she got 'prune fingers' and toes. As she was drying off, she did a couple spins in front of the mirror and then stopping in mid twirl, looked at her pubic area and then asked me whether her bush needed to be trimmed I said it looked fine to me (and it did). Maggie on the other hand had a more critical opinion of her looks. She frowned and sitting on the edge of the tub handed me the shave gel and razor, asked me trim her landing strip. I knew how important it was to her, so I lavished extra time and attention to getting every stray hair and making both sides even. I leaned back to admire my work. Her pussy looked frankly gorgeous to me and caught in the moment I leaned forward and spreading her legs I started to tongue her labia.

Maggie leaned back a bit and pushed her pussy lips and clit toward my lips. My lips were hungry for her and sinking low on my knees, I dove in passionately devouring her freshly bathed pussy, drinking in the fragrance of her arousal. Her labia started to swell and as I looked up from my kneeling position I could see her nipples pushing out from her naturally uptilted breasts. Encouraged, I redoubled my efforts, pushing her thighs apart, ignoring the bruises I saw there. Obviously, passion marks are a mark of ownership for the giver and an acknowledgement of submission by the receiver -- I had a strong suspicion where those hickeys came from but didn't really want to know the truth then and there anyway.

I was determined to make Maggie appreciate my abilities, and my tongue was all over her pussy, here circling her clit, there diving deep between her lips to touch her vaginal walls as deep as my determination would take me. The results were nothing short of stunning. Maggie hands were clenched, gripping the edge of the tub for support, writhing in joy, and alternating between moaning loudly and screaming my name. She held my head deeply between her thighs and I continued to lick her labia from south to north, teasing her clit with every upstroke. After several minutes, the pace of her breathing quickened dramatically. She pulled my head into her soaking crotch with both hands, holding me tight as she came in multiple shuddering waves.

After several long seconds, she released me, still breathing heavily, saying, "Oh my God, you're so wonderful, so incredible. That was the biggest orgasm I have had in like forever. My sweetest husband, I love you so much. I had forgotten how wonderful and talented you are."

I can hardly express how much her orgasm and those words lifted me, then she added, "I hope you're awake when we get home. I can't wait to feel your talented mouth on me again."

This brought me down immediately and reminded me of my place in the new order of our evolving sexual relationship. I continued to help Maggie prepare consisted by doing her nails, top and bottom in a vibrant crimson. She asked for my opinion on which dress to wear, modeling both for me. I was shocked at how over the top both were. One was a black chiffon, trimmed in silver below her breasts and extremely open at the back, right down to the curve of her buns; the other was a very revealing red satin number, barely covering her breasts above her nipples, and almost all the way up her thighs. The latter was in my opinion far too slutty, so of course that's the one she chose.

She decided on real nylons and shimmied into a lace-trimmed black garter belt, one of the items she had just gotten from Victoria Secret. She asked me to straighten her stockings and fasten them to the belt. I knelt down and as I ran my hands over her legs, my dick began to stiffen. My heart raced with excitement from the closeness of her. Her scent, the curve of her hips, the feel of her body heat were intoxicating to me. My loins ached with desire to be inside her. Then I felt gut wrenching angst as I realized her pussy was off limits to me tonight; that I was helping her prepare for a date with a man I could barely tolerate.

Maggie is a shoe-a-holic, so selecting a pair was a major effort. When she finally selected a pair of white 4" heels, she sat down on the edge of the bed and told me to fasten them for her. As I held each of her thighs, my erection grew and a tiny leakage of pre-cum lubricated the head of my phallus. I ran my hands up and down her legs, feeling her curves. Maggie sensing my excitement and desire, pushed me aside saying, "Easy tiger."

I noticed that she wasn't wearing panties and asked her about it. She said she hadn't decided whether to go with panties or not. She liked the smooth look of having no panty line to spoil the close-fitting dress she had on. I fumed inside at knowing that she would be even more easily available to Sean. Still I had to face facts that this was not a 'date' in the old college sense of the word. She WOULD wind up being fucked by him tonight at some point, and probably multiple times.

When she was finally ready, she spun around and asked me, "How do I look?"

I replied without hesitation, "Good enough to fuck!"

She laughed, replying, "I hope so sweetie."

That hurt me more than I can find the words to express. A part of me was incredibly jealous, but another part of me understood that she was a black man's woman now. Her body, her libido, and her desire were all tuned to a higher state of pleasure than she would be able to achieve with me. Like an addicted person, she could not be satisfied with me as an equal partner in bed.

The door bell rang and Maggie, still applying lipstick asked me to answer it. Sean was on the porch in a slick silver-grey suit with a shirt open half way to his waist, looking every bit the pimp I felt that he was. He walked right in and held out a hand for me to shake. I looked at him as if he was from Mars and luckily Maggie walked down the stairs just in time to break the icy tension.

"Girl, you look good enough to eat. And believe me I will," he said laughingly, then added, 'Did you pack a toothbrush?"

Maggie blushed, but said, "In my purse. Can we go now?"

"Not yet, baby. Don't you have some words for Jack?" then he added, "I hope thas' all y'all packed. You ain't brought them nasty pills did you?"

I looked at them both, "Pills?"

Maggie cleared her throat explaining, "It's nothing Jack. Sean wants me off birth control, and I have explained to him that it's a very serious commitment for a woman to carry a man's child. Way beyond having fun in bed. Rest assured I am still protected."

She patted her purse as if to emphasize the point.

Sean moved into her grinding his crotch into hers, "Baby, after you feel this inside you a few mo' times, you be beggin' me to breed you."

As he grabbed her ass, forcing her dress to ride up to her pubic area, he felt her bare skin.

"Oh girl, you ain't wearin no drawers?" he remarked lifting an eyebrow.

Maggie thought about it a few seconds, then told me, "Jack, be a sweetie and get me a white thong from the middle drawer."

I scurried up the stairs to fetch a pair, noticing from the corner of my eye that they had already started kissing. Feeling around in her ligerie drawer, I pickes a sheer, transparent white pair at first, then decided on a slightly more modest opaque synthetic set. As my hand withdrew, I knocked aside her tampon box and noticed the thick magazine style pamphlet for the first time. I picked it up, and saw the cover, which read:

"White Wife. Black Lover. White Husband. A Complete Guide to Managing Your Cuckold."

The cover photograph showed an obviously very pregnant blond, standing with her back against a tall black guy. His coal black hands were cradling her belly and her pale white hands happily covering his. In the background was a middle aged white guy, smiling happily at his wife and her lover.

My jaw dropped in disbelief. So this was the 'manual' Maggie had been talking about to Sean during their 'phone conversation. I started leafing through and stopped at the table of contents. the chapter title was very suggestive. Suggestive enough to explain what Maggie had meant about 'doing everything the manual explains.'

There was a chapter on "Channeling and Redirecting Your Hubby's Sexual Energy," and another explained how to prepare a husband emotionally entitled "From Hubby to 'Gal Pal'." There were several others, one called "In Praise of His Talented Tongue: Finally a Use for Hubby," and one particularly disturbing in view of the discussion he just heard focusing on "Black-Bred: Dealing With Pregnancy, Planned and Unplanned."

I quickly flipped to Chapter 1 and started scanning. It began:

"Face facts. You've 'gone black' (or you're seriously thinking about it) and you already know you're not going back. Every time you daydream or squeeze your thighs together, you can feel that big fat cock pumping inside you, touching you in places hubby can't even dream of. When you close your eyes, you can smell his funky musk; you salivate thinking of taking his cock in your mouth. You got it bad, white sista. So have the authors of this Guide. Between the two of us, we have been black bred five times and still we're 'married' to white hubbies!

How did we manage it? How do we use hubby to provides us financial security and the social status that a white man brings and still fuck a real man every night in the comfort of our own beds? This guide will reveal all the secret techniques, known by an increasing number of happy white wives, for turning your white hubby into a willing cuckold; someone who will help you get ready for a date, cheer you on from the sidelines, and lick your pussy clean the next morning.

In this Guide, we'll take you step by step to managing the new freedom and power that being a black man's woman gives you. You already sense the change in you, now create the change in him, your hubby. The first rule we're going to give you might seem crazy at first, but it's critical:

DO NOT UNDER ANY CIRCUMSTANCES FUCK YOUR CUCKOLD!

Trust us! If you backslide, if you have a weak moment, if you break his training you'll have to start all over again. If he insists, always remember, you can use the trusty standby, 'Darling he left my pussy so sore it hurts. Let's wait a few days.' The second rule is also critical:

DENY YOUR CUCKOLD ANY FORM OF SEX THAT IS NOT CHANNELED THROUGH YOU AND YOUR LOVER.

We will explain 'channeling' and use it over and over (and so will you!)"

I was so absorbed in reading this that I almost didn't hear Maggie calling insistently from the foyer, "Honey, where are we with those panties?"

I shoved the book back under her box of tampons and sauntered back downstairs. Sean was standing behind Maggie, holding her in an eerie echo of the book cover.

Maggie asked me sweetly, "Could you slip them on me darling?"

Even though I had an inkling of the game being played on me, I was too shell shocked to do anything but comply. As she spread her legs, I knelt down at her feet. Putting one hand on my head to steady herself, she slid one foot into the leg hole. As I looked up, I saw them both staring down on me, smiling. She stepped through the other side, and I slid them up to her hips, straightening them.

I stood up just as Sean said, "I don't see why you bothered. She will be beggin' me to rip 'em off her ten minutes after we leave."

Maggie interjected, "Hey wait ... twenty minutes at least!"

A complete and utter silence filled the foyer, and then all three of us simultaneously broke out into heady laughter despite the awkwardness of the situation. Some things are just funny no matter what.

With that, Maggie pulled me aside, and said, "Don't play with that little thing while we're gone. I have big plans for that."

She cupped my balls and even though I knew now it was a lie, I still hoped anyway. Giving me a little peck on the cheek, she turned to Sean and said, "Ready baby?"

Sean looked at me and said, "Don't worry 'bout nothin' Jack, I will have her back tomorrow undamaged..." then thinking for a moment added, "Well, I'll be doin' some major damage but Maggie won't be complaining!"

With that, they strolled toward his pearl white Lexus, and I could hear the high pitched lilt of her laughter as she responded to his conversation. In a few more moments, they were out of sight.

February 1 (4 AM)

I spent most of the night trying to figure things out. Why was I, on the one hand justifiably jealous of what was developing between my wife and her powerful black lover, and on the other hand so incredibly excited by

How had Sean become so important to her in the short space of a few weeks?

I mixed a Jack and Coke, and another, then spent another hour pacing restlessly. Eventually, I went back to my wife's lingerie drawer, grabbed the and dove in reading the "White Wife. Black Lover. White Husband" manual. It was slickly produced, so obviously there was a significant market for this kind of educational material.

I was able to identify several of the techniques Maggie seemed to be using on me.

In one chapter, a wife was advised to praise her husband or to emphasize his insignificance down depending on the situation:

"...As you begin his training, your cuckold is in a delicate emotional state. He may know about (or in some cases already watched) you making love with your boyfriend. Consider what an emotional shock this is to his delicate male ego. It's important that you ease him into acceptance of a new definition of 'normal.' After all, you love him and if you do your homework, you'll move him active sex partner to enthusiastic cheer leader in amazingly short order."

Maggie had scrawled notes in the margins on several pages, sometimes just a simple checkmark, and here she had written, "Might be hard with Jack." Afterwards, she had stricken the comment out, replacing it with a simple checkmark.

The chapter went on to teach various techniques for helping a husband accept and enjoy seeing his wife filled by a superior black man. It explained that a white wife's duty early on should always remember to build up a husband's ego up for his willingness to be open, for his acceptance, and for his unconditional love, while at the same time learning to acknowledge and understand that her black boyfriend's needs always come first. Here Maggie had put a checkmark.

It gave the wife techniques to help hubby to redirect his sexual energy, and to make him eager to push you into your boyfriend's arms as his ticket to sexual satisfaction in this new relationship. To accomplish this, it said that although it might seem cruel at first, she would need to push him onto the sexual sideline. Finally, it explained that the goal is a husband who begs you to fuck her black lover, and receives his own gratification through you. Maggie added her own comment, saying "Yes, finally."

In another chapter, the one titled, "Black-bred, The Happiest Time." advised:

"One of the greatest gifts you can give your black lover is to bear his beautiful black babies. When you make the decision to let him impregnate you, you may find that every orgasm will be more intense than the last (we know, having done this a collective five times.) You may even want to make a ceremony out of the decision. We found that surrendering your birth control to you man while your hubby watches creates an incredible sexual high for everyone involved. One of the authors remembers actually squirting for the first time in her life.

In any case, this is a pretty big deal, and you should give it much thought. Once it's done, it's not easily undone, and it is a lifetime commitment that will mark you as a black man's woman for life. Which may be exactly the statement you want to make. Also, don't be surprised if your boyfriend starts putting on pressure to share you with his friends. It's a natural part of being bred by a black man, and you should (and WILL) enjoy it. Hugely. Repeatedly. Trust us."

At the head of this chapter, Maggie had written, "No way!", then scratched it out, then later in another pen color written, "Maybe."

I read through the night, and not getting a call from Maggie, fell asleep. A reader may well think that, having read the wive's 'playbook', I would now be so well-informed that I would be able to fight against what was happening. I would remind readers that just because you have watched the Dallas Cowboys doesn't mean you can compete with them. Other guys who have become cuckolds or are going through this now will confirm what I am saying.


Some things were suddenly becoming painfully clear to me. One of which was that Maggie and Sean were not strangers and that meeting them a few weeks ago was no accident. Another was that Maggie and Sean had been planning to transform the dynamics of our relationship, perhaps for more than the few weeks that I had assumed Sean had been in our life. Finally, there was the issue of Debbie and what I should do about her open invitation to become a bigger part of her life.

Against that was the fact that I am flat out in love with Maggie, and have always been enchanted by her, and would do anything not to lose her. More than anyone or anything else she is my reason for living. I hope those of you going forward with reading these entries from my journal to understand this simple fact.
(The End)

[Ramesh_Rocky]

HELPING OUR FRIEND

PART1



In the fifth grade I sat next to Tim in the back row. We became friends and stayed friends all through college. He was quiet and often invisible during our lives, until college. In college he found some confidence and actually became a popular guy in our small social circle. I believed his confidence was based in Sarah. They met and bonded during their first year at college together. When I met Amy we were in our third years and luckily the four of us got along well during college. Amy and Sarah didn't look at all alike. Amy loved wearing her dark brown hair long and often in a ponytail. Her skin was always tanned and looked like she had just applied lotion. Amy moved like she had spent her entire youth studying dance. Her green eyes captivated me from the day I met her. Amy was about five foot six and Sarah about five foot one.

After graduation Sarah and Tim moved to Baltimore while Amy and I moved to Denver. Our friendship remained, but was limited to phone calls and emails mostly with one summer trip somewhere each year.

Sarah was a pretty, petite blond with a gymnast's body and stunning pixy looks. Tim looked like if he wore big plaid shirts he would be the poster boy for lumberjacks everywhere. He was about six foot tall with short curly chestnut colored hair. Most of the time Tim was quiet and Sarah the life of the party type, but somehow they seemed to fit.

After graduation and our moves, Amy and I noticed that things weren't as rosy between Tim and Sarah as they had been. It started with little things we saw in their emails, sniping about things they said or did. Tim's remarks were in the form of being hurt by things Sarah said or did. Sarah wrote about Tim in the form of complaints.

In the summer three years after graduation we met in Yellowstone for a week. We saw all the sights, attended a rodeo, a county fair and took lots of pictures. We drove to Salt Lake City to catch planes for home. On a lunch break when Tim went to the bathroom Sarah confided in me that as soon as they were home she was divorcing Tim. She wouldn't go into any details, just saying that she just couldn't live with Tim anymore.

I got the news from Tim three days later in an email. He wrote that the divorce was a shock and that Sarah was unwilling to get counseling or even tell Tim why she wanted the divorce. He hinted that he thought she was seeing someone on the side.

The emails from Sarah stopped. The emails from Tim sounded like his life had turned to shit. He described his new apartment as a cracker box in a poorer part of town and that because he was divorced the promotions were not coming his way at work. He said it was a family business and they just didn't much like divorced men. In our phone calls he sounded like death warmed over.

For months we had been reading and hearing about the slumping job market. One day I got a call from Tim telling me that he was looking for work. He had been released from his job and had landed a job interview in Denver. I talked with Amy and we decided to invite him to stay with us while he was here for the interview.

I had a great job with a high-tech start-up and Amy was a recruiter for a big Denver law firm. We both made good money and Amy loved that about eighty percent of her job could be done from home. She had a home office overlooking the Rockies. Given our successes it was hard to identify with Tim's plight.

When he arrived he tried to look up beat... and failed. He told us of some minor successes he had in the last three months but that he had not been offered a good job.

When he and I were alone he confided that he was starting to believe there were no jobs and there were no women either. He let me know that the drought was in both the job market and the relationship field as well. He said he had been out only twice since Sarah left him. I heard deep hurt in his voice letting me know he was going more and more into depression.

Amy and I talked often about our friend Tim, discussing his depression and his need for a good job. He had arrived in town four days before the interview. Amy cooked great meals while he was with us and told me she was doing it to boost his spirits. She bought him a new dress shirt and tie to wear to the interview, also to boost his dragging spirits.

The night before his interview at Rocky Mountain University College Amy and I were talking, as we got ready for bed. Tim had been staying in our guest room; a cozy, warm room down in our basement. I shared with her what he had said to me that day. "I'm starting to believe that if Rocky Mountain University doesn't work out, I'll work the rest of my life at Best Buy. I hear they're hiring."

"That bitch!" Amy said, "If Sarah had hung in there with him until he got his feet on the ground, he'd be Ok today!"

"I don't think Sarah gets all the blame. Maybe if he was a bit more positive, less hangdog. Sarah had the impact she did because she was his first and only."

"What do you mean?" Amy asked. "Didn't Tim have other girl-friends before Sarah?"

"I mean that he didn't date in high college and when we got to college he asked one girl out. Sarah. She said yes and he was done. I don't think he ever dated anyone but her. Sarah's probably the only woman he's ever slept with."

"Oh my God! What a distorted view of women he must have!"

"He's known other women. I know he thinks the world of you. He is a smart guy, just emotionally crippled because he wasn't ever very social except with the four of us. In my humble opinion, if Tim is ever going to break free of Sarah he needs to find out that other women find him desirable. Then he could get on with his life."

"He's caught! If he doesn't come out of his shell, women will avoid him and any woman who might come close probably has so many problems she'll drag him down." Amy said, thinking over his dilemma.

"Too bad there isn't something we can do to help him." I said. "Do we have a friend who would seduce him, convince him that there is life after Sarah? That would be a hell of a friend."

Sarah looked at me like I had just discovered electricity. After a few seconds of silence Amy looked at me and asked, "You want me to seduce him?" Her face made it a question. Her eyes made it a challenge. Her tone was part rebuke, part offer, and part observation.

I answered, "Hell no! He'd fixate on you like he did on Sarah. That wouldn't help him and it certainly wouldn't do our marriage any favors. He needs someone new, not you."

"Well, if his interview goes well tomorrow, maybe we can introduce him to someone new."

We finished getting ready for bed and got in our bed. Amy shared a few kisses with me and we went to sleep. In the morning she made breakfast for the three of us and I left for work. Tim's appointment was scheduled for eleven o'clock.

At a little before ten I called Amy, hoping to talk to Tim before he left. Amy answered professionally and told me I had just missed Tim. He had taken her car and was on his way to the University. I told Amy about three single women I knew at work who I thought might be matches for Tim. She didn't get excited about any of them. Our other phone rang and she had to take the call.

That afternoon when I got home Amy's car was parked in the garage. I went inside hoping to see Tim happy and excited. He wasn't. He told me the interview went well and he had been told they had four more people to interview before deciding anything about hiring or scheduling a second interview. He said they promised to get back to him by the end of the week.

I went upstairs to change into casual clothes and noticed the shower had been used and I noticed a wet towel hanging. I asked myself why would Amy take a shower in the middle of the day? The answer was obvious... she got dirty or sweaty.

For the next three days, while I was at work, Tim did some things around the house that had been on my Honey-Do list. Every day when I got home there was a wet towel in our bathroom and the shower had been used. Also, every day Amy got me alone and told me how depressed Tim was.

On Thursday he got a call from the university. They wanted him to come in for a second interview the very next day. From what he said they had narrowed the field to two possible people for the opening, Tim and a guy from Arizona.

I took the three of us out for dinner that night and all three of us seemed to have a good time. As we left the restaurant I held Amy's hand and by the time we were in the car Tim was once again depressed. When we got home he said he was tired and went down into the basement.

Amy and I went upstairs. She said when we held hands it focused him on not having anyone in his life, at least no one intimate.

"I can say I feel for him, but I don't want to stop being affectionate with you just because he's feeling alone." I said. "Part of me sees Tim as like a brother. I want us to help him. Part of me has hoped he'd grow up for years. He's just so needy! That neediness probably is what pushed Sarah away."

"So, how do we help him? We didn't find anyone we know who is single and can help him. I believe he needs some success in the bedroom to boost him enough to do well tomorrow." Amy said.

"You have an idea?" I asked.

"You thought about having me seduce him." She said. My idea was that someone else seduce him, not Amy.

"I don't like the idea. We're married. Part of being married is the whole thing about fidelity. If you have sex with him, there will be consequences! Part of me is afraid to have you seduce him! Hell, what if he's a better lover than me, has a bigger cock, or something?"

"It wouldn't be like that! I love you! I like Tim, but I don't love him and anything I might do with him wouldn't be love, just sex."

I'd never heard Amy talk about being able to differentiate between love and sex. I needed to know I wasn't opening the gate for a return of Free Love from the Sixties or opening up to an open relationship where she had permission to screw anyone anytime.

"And you'd only do it once, right? Just once to get him built up for tomorrow's interview?"

"Yes! A one-time offer, and I won't be staying the night." She got out of bed and put on a nightgown made of spider webs. She left her robe and slippers in our bedroom. What she had on hid nothing. She kissed me quickly and slipped out our door.

She looked back and said, "Relax! I won't be gone too long."

I heard Amy open the door to the basement. I thought, 'She was too anxious to seduce him. She shot out of here like she couldn't wait to get to Tim.'

I sat in bed listening hard and not hearing. I couldn't just sit there! I got out of bed, pulled on a pair of boxers and followed Amy.

Halfway down the stairs into the basement I heard Amy, "Enough already. We're tired of you lying to yourself. Sarah convinced you that you're worthless. It's a lie. Sarah had lots of power in your life years ago and you're letting her have too much power now."

"But, she loved me and then just threw me away! Now my whole life is shit!"

"You aren't ugly. You're good looking and smart. Any woman would be lucky to have you."

"Yeah? Where are they?"

"Women look for confidence. You let Sarah walk out and take all yours with her. I remember when we first met you had confidence. I was attracted!"

"You?"

"If I wasn't attracted to you would I be standing here dressed like this, now?"

They both laughed, barely. I noticed Tim's face. Tim looked happy for the first time in years.

Amy said, "I want to make love to you." As soon as she said the words I knew I couldn't stop the action. If I interrupted now Tim would have his bubble burst and bomb his interview in the morning, maybe every interview forever. But, something wasn't right.

Amy bent down and took his hands in hers, lifting him to stand and placing his hands on her breasts. He pulled his hands back and said, "Amy, I can't. You and Jack are my dearest friends in the world. I can't do it to Jack and I can't do it to you."

My hopes soared. I wanted them to stop. Not me to stop them and not for them to do it and Tim was going to stop them!

"I want you..." Amy said, putting his hands back on her breasts.

"No. We..."

"Shhh, don't say another word." My wife interrupted him with a finger across his lips. She leaned to him, replacing the finger with her lips, kissing him softly.

"Close your eyes, Tim. Pretend it's a dream." She spoke as she dropped to her knees. For the tiniest moment I thought he was going to stop her, but he didn't. Amy massaged his quads and then pressured his legs wider apart. Her hands moved up and into his boxers and Tim moaned. Suddenly the end of his shaft poked out the opening of his boxers.

I was shocked! Last time I'd seen his penis we were getting dressed after swimming in the river as teens and I wasn't impressed. What I saw sticking out of his shorts was impressive! Her mouth took the head inside and he groaned again.

She released him, pulled his boxers down and his huge cock jumped up, hitting her in the mouth. She finished getting him naked while sucking the first three or four inches of his rod. Tim's eyes stayed closed, his hands held her head. After about a minute Amy stood and dropped the thin nightgown on the floor.

She kissed Tim's mouth and they began the exploration and probing of two people about to fuck. I struggled to not make noise, not interrupt, and not die. My thoughts went to asking, 'Why did I say yes?', 'What will life be like in the morning?', 'Will she come back to me tonight?'

When Amy relaxed herself onto his bed he slowly followed her down. Amy on her back, legs slowly spreading and Tim kissing her mouth as he followed her down. As she landed she said, "Go slowly. Jack's not that big."

He went slowly. I saw the head part her lips and slowly sink into her. She moaned, lifted her legs and held onto his arms. When he was all the way inside Amy said, "I've never been so full! Oh Tim! Do me."

He stroked out and back in, slowly and as deeply as he could. Amy made all the noises a woman can make that tell a man everything he's doing is perfect. She kept looking at his shaft going in and out of her pussy. My pussy... maybe.

She began lifting her hips to meet his thrusts. She said, "I thought it was beautiful when I saw it. It's more beautiful inside me! Do me harder, Tim! Please!"

He did. Harder, faster, and she squealed in delight. He rolled her on her side and did her there. She rolled onto her knees and he stayed inside her from behind. She said, "I'm cumming... again!" and she shuddered.

A few minutes later and she came again. He stood her beside the bed and lifted her leg, sliding into her cunt. I could see it as if they were positioned just for me to watch. He slammed into her and I saw her fluids drip from her cunt. When she shuddered again he stiffened and said, "Oh Yeah!"

She quickly pulled off him, turned him and he sat on the bed. Amy, my wife, knelt and swallowed most of his softening cock. She used her mouth and her hands on him and soon he was hard again and able to resume fucking. Amy climbed on him and buried his shaft up inside her. The sounds were wet and almost like a butter churn sound. Tim reached up and squeezed her tits hard! She said, "Oh God! Yes! Tim!"

Tim filled her again and she came for him twice more before they collapsed on the bed.

Somehow I was able to slink away, back upstairs to our bed. Ten minutes later she came in, went into the shower and did everything but sing. Her shower lasted a good long time, and then she came to bed in a t-shirt and panties. She got into bed and I said, "Well?"

"I love you. I think he feels good and he'll do fine in the interview." She kissed me a quick kiss that smelled and tasted like toothpaste and she at least acted like she went to sleep. I thought about what I'd seen and what she just said. Was she a great actress for me... or for Tim?

The alarm woke me so I must have been asleep. I got up. Amy got up and made breakfast for the three of us. I got a kiss good-bye. I left at seven-thirty. Tim didn't need to be at the university until eleven.

A little after ten I called. Amy answered professionally. I said, "Reassure me."

"Jack, I don't love Tim. I love you."

"What happened last night won't ever happen again?" I asked.

"No."

"I don't ever want you to... ever again."

"I won't. Relax!" The tone of her voice almost made me believe her.

"Ok." We talked about other things and I went back to work, almost feeling better. I got actual work done, handled two difficult problems and had a productive meeting with my boss. Something deep in my mind, some insecurity prompted me to call the university. Tim had said he was interviewing for a position in the sociology department. I got the call transferred to that department and spoke to the department secretary.

"I'm calling to check on the interviews being held today for the associate professor position in your department."

"I'm afraid you must have the wrong department. We have no openings and therefore no interviews." The department secretary said. I questioned further and found out that all interviews were held in July and December when there were openings. I thanked her for her help and hung up. It was early November.

All my thoughts of taking the three of us out for dinner to celebrate a good interview went out the window. Thoughts of the acting job they had both done to get me to agree that they could fuck had me want to nominate them for Academy Awards and to kill them. Tim had come to my home to fuck my wife! Amy wanted him to fuck her and had tricked me into agreeing to a one-time fuck.

One time? I believed it had been daily. Every day while I was at work they were fucking and then showering before I came home. I needed to catch them in the act!

I spoke to my boss and took the rest of the day off. I drove home and parked three houses away from our house. As quietly as possible I let myself into the house through the back door.
(To Be Continued)

[Ramesh_Rocky]

HELPING OUR FRIEND

last part


I opened the back door and heard Amy's voice, "Harder!"

I knew what that meant. They were fucking! After she promised! I climbed the stairs to our bedroom and saw them. The bedroom door was wide open and Amy was on her knees facing away from the door with Tim holding her hips and slamming his cock into her. Tim was not wearing a condom! I could see his bare cock every time he pulled back. Every thrust was punctuated with the slapping sounds of two people who had been at it a while. I saw sweat on both of them.

"That's what I've wanted! I'm cumming again!" Her body shook in orgasm.

"I'm cumming again, too!" Tim panted as he slammed in one last time, shooting millions of sperm into her.

They started down from their high. Tim didn't withdraw, but kept stroking slowly as he lost his hardness.

"You are amazing!" Amy said. "I think I came five... Oh Shit! Jack!" She said as she turned to look back at Tim and saw me in the doorway. Tim jerked his shrinking cock out of Amy and I saw a white gob of cum follow his cock out of her ass, just before she covered herself with a sheet.

Tim was looking for his clothes, cum dripping from his cock on our bedroom floor. Amy cried, then looked up at me and said, "I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry! It wasn't supposed to happen."

"How was it supposed to happen? You were going to be all showered and back acting like Amy, my wife, when I got home? Then you and Tim could fuck every day while I worked? How was it supposed to happen, Amy?"

"No! It wasn't like that!"

"You were fucking my best friend behind my back and in our bed! Didn't you get enough last night?"

"I didn't plan this!" Amy yelled.

"Right! You brought him up here to show him the curtains and ended up naked with him stuck in your cunt and your ass for five orgasms... by accident!"

"Please, let me explain," Amy cried out. "Tim did so well they scheduled a follow-up interview. We popped a bottle of champagne to celebrate and before we knew it things were getting..."

Tim said, "Amy said it was Ok with you."

Amy went on, "I knew it was wrong Jack, but he was so happy and last night worked so well... I didn't want to turn him down now and hurt his confidence. Then last night would have meant nothing and... and... I only did it for you."

I smiled. "So his confidence was more important than your promises to me. Last night you promised only once. This morning you reaffirmed the promise. You lied both times." I faced Tim. "Tim, Go pack and get out. I don't care where you go or how you get there. I do care how fast. If you're still in this house in ten minutes, you will be hurt more than you have ever been hurt in your life."

He headed for the doorway. I looked back at Amy. She was pulling her panties up and I noticed she had shaved her snatch! For five years I had asked for her to do that for me and she'd turned me down!

"Now, she's even shaved her cunt for you! She turned me down for five years! Take her with you! She's obviously not my wife anymore. She's your bitch!"

Amy collapsed on the floor. "No! Jack, please. I went a little crazy, that's all. It's you I love, not Tim!"

"Now, you can go a lot crazy! Go anywhere, fuck anytime you want. You are not my wife!"

Tim went down into the basement. I got two suitcases out of Amy's closet and packed them with her stuff. I hadn't mentioned that I knew he didn't have an interview. She cried, begged and pleaded while she sat on the floor wearing only panties. I noticed a hickey on her tit that I didn't give her. When the suitcases were full, I carried the suitcases out to her car and tossed them in the back seat. I found her purse in the kitchen and took her house keys, the keys to my car, all our joint credit cards and the checkbook for our joint account. I tossed her purse on the front seat of her car.

I climbed the stairs and found Tim in our bedroom watching Amy get dressed. I said, "Which part of get out didn't you understand?"

"Jack, we're sorry. We were just celebrating! I got a second interview!"

"Really? Where?" I asked.

"At the university."

"I called the university. All their interviews are held in July or December! I pointed down the stairs and he went. He knew I knew they had been lying and fucking for a week.

"Amy, your suitcases and your purse are in your car. Take Tim with you! If you aren't out of here in five minutes you'll regret it the rest of both your lives!"

"I already do! Why does it matter if I fucked him once or twice? You said it was Ok last night!" She screamed as she pulled on her shoes.

"Because you promised me once and only once... and then lied to me! The difference is I can never trust anything you say again. You can excuse any lie by saying, "I just had to have his big cock in my ass again! I'm not responsible!"

She dried her tears, stood up and walked down the stairs. I followed. Tim met her at her car, shoved his suitcase in the back seat and got in with her. Her face was covered with tears again. She started her car, looked up at me and mouthed the words, "I'm sorry."

I said, "So am I. Now go!"


Three weeks later one morning my phone rang. The number was from Michigan. I answered and a hostile sounding female voice asked, "Is Tim there?"

"Who's asking?" I asked.

"This is his wife, Sharron."

"I didn't know he was married again. From what he told us he hadn't even dated after Sarah and he split up."

"He dated alright. Dated and tricked me into marrying him. He said he was going out to Colorado looking for a better job. I'll bet that was a lie too." She said.
“Yes you are right”
She told me she had just found out that Tim made one eighteen-year-old pregnant in their old neighborhood before he flew to Denver for the job interview. She wasn't sad after knowing the truth.

That was Christmas week 2002. I went back to work and as they say, life goes on. Life without Amy. Life in a house that is always empty. Life where I don't have a wife to care for and care for me. Life without someone I trust to share my bed and my life. . I do miss the Amy I thought I was married to.
(finish)

[Ramesh_Rocky]

Yoni Trantra With Mom

1ST PART
________________________________________


My father made suicide jumping in front of a train when I was just 10 years old. After my

father’s death my mother married my uncle who was at least 3 years junior than her. Later I

hard from our relatives, that my father became sexually inactive because of some illness

from after my birth. My Uncle used the situation and seduced my mom. The started having sex

regularly and my father somehow came to know about it. He could not bear the pain and made

suicide.

I always had an interest on my mother's naked body ever since one night I accidentally

found them having sex naked in our bedroom. It was just few months before my father’s

suicide.

Other than those slotty things my mother is normally a traditional Indian woman always

wearing a saree. She is also very religious and goes to temple twice every week and is very

strict in rituals. She is not very well educated either. So she just follows whatever our

elders say as rituals and never asks a question.

After she married my Uncle she seemed very happy. But as days passed by some issue was

bothering her. It’s about my uncle’s wish to see my mother pregnant again. They tried a lot.

But despite all his effort my Uncle was not able to make my mother pregnant. My mother even

went to a “tantrick” (local black magician) but he could not help her.

The story I am going to tell you happened when I finished my degree and going through an

unemployed phase where I used to hang around with my friends the whole day and come back

home only in the evening. Everyday mom and Uncle kept throwing some remarks on my

recklessness which I got used to bye then. Uncle works for a company and every now and then

he goes on tours. That's why my parents insisted I need to get a job in the same city we

live in.

One day Uncle had to go on a trip for three months so he ordered me to stay put at home most

of the time helping my mother. I had no other choice. Since I bound to stay at home I went

to library to grab some books. There I came across some books on tantra. When I was a child

I was told tantra gives people magic and evil magicians always used tantra. Ithought it

would be a great idea to know more about it.

So I grabbed the book and headed home. It was not until I read the first part I realized

tantra has lot to do with sex and sexuality. The chapter that attracted me most is called

'Yoni (Vagina) Tantra'. In this chapter it says one should worship yoni, caress the breasts

and the yoni, and have ritual intercourse with the yoni. It was all exciting for me to read

but my blood ran wild in my body when I read section two of the chapter. In that, god shiva

says to parvati (his consort) that the best of all yonis is mother's yoni. In his words he

says

"The devotee should worship the mother's yoni and have intercourse with all yonis." The

immediate question that sprang in my head is 'Does that mean even with mother's yoni?!!'

He continues "He may have intercourse with any woman between the ages of twelve and sixty".

My mother is 41. So she falls between the ages Lord Shiva suggested. Then the rest of the

section describes the procedure of performing tantra.

Then in section Five, it was again stated about mother's yoni and its preparation. It

states:

"If one should do puja of a mother's yoni, one should prepare it. After worshipping

according to rule, one should not have intercourse." This statement is a bit controversial

with statement in section Two but it does not clearly state if one should not have

intercourse with mother's yoni or no intercourse at all during the ritual. In the same

paragraph, it also continues saying "One should only couple with the yoni that bleeds or

menstruates."

Since the script does not say clearly that we should not have intercourse with mother's yoni

but clearly says 'one should have intercourse with all yonis between the ages 12 and sixty

and one should have intercourse with the yonis that bleed,' I can interpret as we can have

intercourse with mother's yoni. Since my mother is between the ages suggested and she still

menstruates, one can have intercourse with her.

I was very excited! I decided I will try this with my mother.

That afternoon after we had lunch and my mother is free, I brought up the topic. I told her

about it, showed her the book and we discussed some topics in it.

I also told her about yoni tantra and firstly showed her the interesting bits for her such

as "the woman who gets her yoni worshipped becomes a godess herself" and "A great yoni will

attain enlightenment and special power."
“with that special power any one can help others to have children’s and cure any illness” I

carefully added.

Once I got her attention, I proposed her that she should consider doing yoni tantra with her

yoni. She showed mixed feelings which included some blush and some rejection but she told me

she will have to read the chapter before she says anything. I let her have the book and went

out to see my friends.

I returned home in the evening at dinner time. During dinner, I brought up the topic and she

said she read it and she might be interested. She said she will accept it not morally but

because lord Shiva and Parvathi themselves have stated about the ritual. She also said she

will perform the ritual because she will become shakti (the goddess) herself. After becoming

the goddess she can fulfill her wish. She also told me that we can perform the ritual the

following evening as it was a full moon day.

I was so excited that it seemed the time was running slow. I jerked off thinking about the

ritual and my mother's beautiful vagina and breasts. In the morning mom spent her whole day

performing different poojas. She went to the temple, and in the afternoon she arranged

everything for the pooja.

After the sunset, we had our dinner and mother went into the worship room that she will get

ready for puja. She adored me for the pooja and told me to enter the puja room naked. So I

removed my lungi and waiting for my mom's ok to enter the room. As I got an ok, I opened the

door and my jaw just about fell on the ground. There is my mother standing naked. Her body

is shining with the lowlight emitting from the candle around the room. I could only see her

body contours and some hints of her nipples and her pussy hair from the candle light.

In front of her she put the yantra and then she told me to start the pooja. After performing

initial puja, she sat on the yantra spreading her legs and opening her vagina for worship. I

was in a confusing situation caught between sex and devotion as at the same time I am being

introduced to my mother's forbidden areas that I have never seen before and being instructed

to worship them on the other hand.

I became a robot caught between two emotions, doing everything ritualistically. So without

enjoying much of my mother's nakedness and sexual performance with her, I caressed her

breasts, caressed her cunt, tasted her sexual juices and finger-fucked her for the juices.

Then she told me to put my erect penis on her hand. Then she performed linga (penis) puja

and I performed yoni puja on her vagina. She smeared red powder and sandal on my linga(cock)

and she told me to insert it into her yoni.

I was shivering at this opportunity as I took my dick and inserted into my mother's vagina.

The feeling of it was great as I could feel the spasm of passion in my body but before I

could recover she ordered me to have a vigorous intercourse as I fucked her hard like a dog.

After few minutes, I spurted my first load of cum into my mother's pussy.

Once I finished filling her, she told me to get off of her and collected our combination of

the juices from her pussy. She then mixed it with wine and told me to drink it.

Once we finished the ritual mom told me to go out while she dressed. I went out exhausted

still trying to live through my first fucking experience with my mother. Mother put on her

saree and walked out of the pooja room as if nothing happened inside. She never showed any

sign of emotion.

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After that she said she will allow me to worship her vagina everyday which I did. I didn't


get to fuck her everyday but got to fuck her when she performed the same pooja once a week.

The second week was also bit strange for me to consider my intercourse with my mother

pleasurable but third week I got used to taking pleasure from it. Mother though, never

changed. She still showed no pleasure related emotions nor she orgasmed anytime.

Before Uncle returned from his 3 month trip, I fucked mother more than ten times. Mom never

looked like she will stop the ritual but instead she proposed my Uncle to take my place. I

was disappointed a lot.

That night I had a strange dream. There was this strange figure appeared in my dream. I was

excited and at the same time worried about his presence. He said to me smiling "Son! You

have finished participating in Yoni Tantra for 12 times now! You have acquired the power you

wanted."

I was surprised. I don't recall asking for any power. My only aspiration of performing

tantra with my mother is to copulate with her. So I asked "I do not know who you are! And I

do not recall asking for any power! What will I get?"

He said "I am mara!(The dead) Your deeds have contributed to your needs! Since you did

tantra with sexual thoughts, you will have power to control others for your sexual needs!

All you have to do is call my name!"

I was excited! I thought of my prospective victims but only mother sprang to my nrain. So I

asked him "Even on my mother?" The figure told me "Yes! But it will work only twelve times

on a single person" Saying this he disappeared.

I woke out of my sleep. I was very puzzled and thought it is just a dream. I looked at the

clock and its 6.17am. Since it’s already morning I just laid on the bed thinking about the

dream for another 20 minutes and then went to the bathroom. Mother is in the kitchen

probably making breakfast.

I finished my shower and went to the lounge. The tv is on and they are showing some prayer

programs. Mom is still in the kitchen. I sat on the couch still thinking about the dream and

wondering what if the power is true.

Immediately my brain started thinking about all possibilities. Especially with my mother! As

a thought I just wondered if my mother would come from the kitchen, stand in front of me,

takeoff her pallu (loose end of the saree) and show me her blouse covered breasts. I then

called Mara (The dead) and told him. As soon as I finished my thought, my mother came out of

the kitchen, stood before me and took off her pallu to show me her blouse covered breasts

with a invited look on her face.

I was excited. I could not believe it! My dick sprang up at the scene of my mother's lustful

blouse covered breasts. As I got up to hold her, I said "Thanks Mara!". Mom immediately

behaved as if she came out of trance and looked at her position, quickly put back her pallu

over her chest saying "What the hell?", looked at me and then walked away to towards the

kitchen saying "How did I come here?"

I replied her "you just walked here mom!" Mom went into the kitchen murmuring that she has

lot to do.

I was puzzled how the trance must have broken off? Is it my gesture? I thought about it for

sometime and then I thought it must be Mara's name. I wanted to give it a try again. This

time I walked to mother, and kissed her on the neck calling Mara. Mother moaned a bit as I

turned her around and kissed her on the lips. She just stood there taking everything. Then I

said 'Mara'. She immediately got out of trance looked at me and chided "What are you doing

here? Go back to the lounge; I have to do so many things before your Uncle arrives. Now go!"
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I said nothing and was busy hiding my erection and slowly walked away! It was definitely

Mara's name that broke the trance. I could wait no more. I went to my mother in the kitchen

and chanted 3 times. I then whispered to my mother caressing her sexy hips saying "come to

your bed mother". As I walked my mother followed me without a word. I locked all the doors,

and walked to my parents room as mother followed.

As soon as we reached the room, I grabbed mother and gave her a kiss on her mouth. Then I

penetrated her mouth with my tongue. Mother was moaning but did nothing. After the kiss I

grabbed her pallu and pulled the saree off her breasts. I put my hand on her saree covered

mound to loosen her tangles in the front. I caressed her mound before taking off the tangle

and relieving her off her saree. Mother is conscious in every way and she appeared as if she

is enjoying it. May be the inner feelings are shown when in trance.

By now I have untangled her petticoat which fell on the floor. By now mother is naked down

her bust with only her blouse covering her breasts.

I took mother to the bed and laid her on her back. She anticipated the future I think, she

spread her legs to give me access to her womanhood.

I quickly got rid of my sarong and t-shirt to place myself between my mother lovely naked

thighs. Mother closed her eyes and started moaning as I inserted my index finger into her

vagina. That was the first time I touched her vagina outside our tantric ritual.

After finger-fucking her for a while, I moved up to open her blouse to reveal her motherly

tits. I enjoyed the sight of them in full daylight as I never got to watch them in daylight.

I played with her breasts and sucked them and caressed them. After a while, I thought its

time to fulfill my sexual needs of my dick.

I took my dick in my right hand and guided it into my mother's cunt. I thrust myself deep

into her and began fucking her in slow motion. I always fucked her vigorously while we

performed tantra so I took my time this time.

It took few minutes between my mother's lustful moans before I finished filling her with my

cum.

This time there was no hurry. I collapsed on my mom after the fuck and left my dick in her

pussy until it retracted itself and separated from her vagina. Her pussy was filled with my

cum and I had fun watching mom's cunt oozing my semen along with her juices.

I slept with her for an hour or so. Then I cleaned my clothes from the room and took her out

of trance closing the door.

Few minutes later mother walked out of her room. When I went to the kitchen to see her she

had this puzzled look. "Are you alright mom?" I asked.

"I am alright son" mother replied. "It’s just that I could not figure out how I went to my

room and slept....I must be tired"

"Yeah! mom! You are working so hard! You should take rest!" I added.

"I will! After I finished cooking!" mom replied.

I helped mother to finish her work quickly. She then went to her room to get some rest. So I

had another opportunity to fuck her. So after few minutes, I went to her room, tranced her,

opened her blouse, lifted her saree and petticoat and fucked her.

After I finished filling her cunt, I de-trance her, put back my clothes and went to my

friend's.

In the evening I could still see her puzzled looks but she said everything is alright. I

guessed she is puzzled to find her state before she went to sleep and after she woke up.

She wakeup naked and this time she woke up with open blouse. I do not know if she discovered

my cum in her cunt.

In any case, she felt better after Uncle arrived in the evening. He told us about his trip

and after a while we had our dinner. After the dinner we watched tv for sometime and then

went to bed.

I could not sleep as by now I got used to mother's pussy and wanted for more. After one hour

we went to bed, I went to my parent’s room. The door is ajar and inside both mother and

step-father are fast asleep. I slowly went to mother and whispered the chant 3 times. After

the chant I whispered in her ear to come to my room.

As I walked out of the room as my mother followed me. As soon as we reached the room, I

lifted my mother's night gown up through her head to get her completely naked. Then I took

her to the bed, laid her on her back and started sucking her breasts and caressing her

mound. After a while, I inserted my dick into her sweet twat and started fucking her.

While I stroked her pussy three or four times, I heard some sound at the door and was

dumbfound. There was my Uncle opening and door to see me fucking mother naked on my bed. I

could feel his facial expression changing as he might have seen me humping onto my mother

pussy where he only has the right to penetrate.

I could not know what to do but before my Uncle could come inside, I chanted 3 times and it

worked on Uncle. He stood there watching us but said nothing.

I told him "Come here Uncle!" as he walked towards me and looking at me. At that moment I

knew he is in trance.

So I resumed fucking my mother's cunt with my Uncle watching. It was a great feeling to see

my mother moaning on every hump I am thrusting my thick cock into her womb and my Uncle

watching me fuck my mother. My Uncle stood there expressionless as I kept pounding his

wife's cunt. Finally I finished fucking her and squirted my semen into her for another time.

Uncle was still waiting by the side of the bed while I collapsed on my mother. I then told

Uncle to come and suck my mom’s pussy and clean her. He cleaned her pussy drinking our mixed

juices. I then instructed him go back to his room and sleep. He walked away from us to his

room.

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I did not wanted to leave my mother after the session. So I got off her, told her to remove


her clothes and sleep on my bed as I cuddled with her naked and dozed off.

Next morning, I woke up with my lovely mother sleeping naked beside me. I woke her up to get

her oven ready for my breakfast which she did readily as I fucked her and filled her again.

After I finished our breakfast fuck, I then told her to go to her room and sleep with Uncle.

After my mother is gone, I sneaked up to their room and chanted once so that the trance is

broke for them both. One thing my mother did not do before going back to her room is she did

not take her clothes with her. I smiled wickedly thinking what would she feel after she gets

up and did not find her clothes in her room. I hid her gown in my room and went to the

bathroom.

Mom and Uncle emerged from their room after an hour and both seemed puzzled. Mother was

wearing a different gown. After a while they became normal. Mother cooked some breakfast as

we all ate together. After we ate the breakfast Uncle went to bathroom as I had some time

alone with my mother. I wanted to use the chant again but was worried I will run out of

them. So I thought I have to get my mother sleep with me regularly before I run out of my

chances.

The only way I could do that is by letting her know that I am fucking her on the bed already

and she is already sleeping with me. To make her realize, I thought I have to collect more

of her dresses when she comes to sleep with me in the night. So for the next five nights, I

tranced her, stripped her, fucked her, slept with her the whole night and left her untranced

and naked in her room in the morning. All these days I have been using the chant on Uncle

too.

A week has passed ever since I got my power and Mom and Uncle grew more puzzled day by day

but did not tell me about it. I knew their reason as a couple of times mom has asked me if I

have seen her dresses and I said no! It was Saturday that day. We all had dinner that

evening and mom and Uncle went to sleep as I kept watching late night shows on tv. I heard

mom locking their bedroom door. I thought probably they grew suspicious that mom is leaving

her garments outside their bedroom. I was dejected that I won't get to sleep with mom and

fuck her during the night.

But half hour later, the door bolt was opened and Uncle went to the bathroom. After few

minutes Uncle came out of the bathroom and went back to his room. A few more minutes later,

mom emerged from their bed room and went to bathroom. It was then I realized they had sex.

My dick immediately sprang up thinking my Uncle and me using the same pussy to empty our

semen. Mom has unknowingly become the whore of this house.

Few minutes later mom came out of the bathroom and went back to her room but I did not hear

any bolting sound. I spent another 2 hours looking at the tv and thinking about mom's sweet

cunt and breasts. I decided it time to let her know that both men in this house are fucking

her and she is her own son's girlfriend.
(To Be Continued)

[Ramesh_Rocky]

Yoni Trantra With Mom

2ND PART
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I switched off the tv and went to my parents room. I tranced them both and told Uncle to keep sleeping and mom to come to my room.

Mom followed me as we entered my room. I bolted the door and told mom to take off her clothes. She was wearing a saree so she took some time to get them off. She was even wearing a panty and bra. Probably to lessen her embarrassment in the morning I guess! After she got off the clothes, I told her to lie on the bed and resumed my fuck session. I pounded her cunt twice in an hour and went to sleep exhausted as it was around 2am already.

I woke up at 6am to find my naked mother innocently sleeping naked beside me. I then moved upon her to insert my morning hard cock into her vagina for another load of filling. Once finished, I took off her trance and watched her movements. She kept sleeping for another half hour. Then suddenly I heard her scream "Ramesh!" I woke up and turned at her as she suddenly tried to sit on the bed and went back to sleeping position saying "Oh! my god!" realizing she is naked under the blanket and trying to cover her nakedness from me.
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"What the hell are you doing here beside me and why am I naked?" Mom screamed at me with a very serious look on her face.

"Why do you think two people sleep naked on bed mom?" I said throwing away the blanket on me.

Mom immediately looked at my dick and said "Oh!...Oh my god!" and turned her face away.

She then said seriously "What have you done, I am your mother you asshole!"

"Now you are my woman too mom!" I said boldly.

Before she could say "Shut up you bastard!" I continued "See my dick is still wet with our juices.

With that mom startled. Still not looking at me, she laid her left hand on her mound under the blanket and took out the hand, smelled and said "Oh! my god! You did it?!!! Oh..." she couldn't believe it.

"Oh my god!" she continued "You bastard! I am your own mother for god sake!"

I said nothing.

Mom lost her composure for a while and pretty much on the verge of crying. "Where are my clothes you bastard? I should get back to your Uncle! Otherwise he will kill me!"

I said "Don't worry mom Uncle will not getup until I tell him to! He is sleeping in your room! no one will know that you slept with me."

By now mom didn't mind showing her naked body to me. She got up and quickly turned away from me and picked up her petticoat to cover her waist. Then she put on her blouse and hooked the ends together. I watched her dressing up and it was an excellent scene. I never thought mom would dress before me...that too in my bedroom and when I am naked.

She then turned towards me, looked at me furiously and said "I don’t know how I got her but this is the last time you bastard!' She just bent on the floor to pickup her saree, panty and bra.

I enjoyed her scene of breasts and cleavage in her blouse and at that instant she looked like a whore in petticoat and blouse picking up her clothes after 'business'.

As she walked to the door to unbolt it, I said "Mom! Wait! probably you need these too" I bent under the bed and pulled out all her clothes she left previously.

She looked at them and said "My clothes! How did they come here?" She paused a bit and said "Oh! my god!" and closed her mouth with her left hand.

She pretty much collapsed at the door. She just sat at the door sliding along it.

After a while she said "You bastard! You fucked me all these days! And I don't know?"

I just threw the clothes before her and said "Count them mom! Count the dresses and multiply them by 3. Those many times your pussy has accommodated my dick."

Mom pretty much is in the state of crying. She cursed "You bastard! Why? What have I done to deserve this?"

I said "I love you mom! I love you madly and I hate Uncle. It’s him who seduced you and it’s him who actually forced my father to suicide"

She screamed "Shut up! You don’t know anything about it. Is this the way you treat your loved ones? Betraying them? banging them?"

Before I answered to her, she continued "You will rot in hell for this!" gathering her clothes. She then opened the door and rushed out of my room to her room where Uncle is sleeping. I felt a bit bad for my mother. So I refrained from harassing her the whole day. Mother did not speak to me the whole day. Uncle was never mad at me that day so I figured she did not tell him. That night we all slept normally and mom locked their bedroom the whole night.
(To Be Continued)

[Ramesh_Rocky]

Yoni Trantra With Mom

LAST PART
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The next day was Monday. But Uncle stayed home as he extended his leave for that day. A night's break without my mother's cunt has made me more horny towards my hot mother. Since my spell-limit on her is running out I need to get her to accept me as her lover too. Since she hates me fucking her sexually, the only way I could get her is to get her exhausted on the feeling that she cannot stop me fucking her cunt. The only way to exhaust her is by making her realize every time I fuck her.

So when both my Uncle and mom were in the lounge, I put them in trance. Then I told Uncle to watch me fuck mom and then I told mom to remove her clothes. As mom removed her clothes, I told her to follow me to their bedroom, took off my clothes and took her out of trance.

Mom realized immediately on what was happening and moved away from me saying "No!".
I said “don’t worry mom Uncle can’t do anything if we fuck each other and have fun. No one will know about it. We can enjoy whenever we want.
But she turned towards the door and ran out of the bedroom. I knew this would happen as I ran behind her and followed her to the lounge. Mom stood behind Uncle and started to plead to him "He is banging me!"

Uncle, as he was in trance, just stood there.

I told mom "see mom! Uncle cannot save you. Don’t worry about him at all. Come to me and let’s enjoy. Even your husband wants to see me fuck you!"

"No! you bastard!" mom cursed and started running into kitchen.

I then told Uncle to catch her as Uncle quickly moved to catch her hand before she went into the kitchen and dragged her to me. I then caught hold of mom's hair as she winched and said "You better give up and accept me to be your lover mom!....Otherwise you will have to face this more!"

Then I told Uncle to hold her firmly and twist her hands towards her back as he did. I held mom's hips and pulled her towards me and then parted her legs and placed myself between her legs. I then held her buttocks and lifted her up and guided my dick into her vagina. Mom started crying by now as I started fucking her with all my force. Uncle held onto her upper body helping me to pound my mother's pussy. It didn't take long to squirt my cum into her pussy again. Once I finished I let go mom's hips as she fell on the floor. I could see her still crying on being ravished and Uncle is still holding her arms. I told Uncle to let go as he did. It was then I felt very bad! I could not see mother crying on the floor naked and Uncle just watching being under trance. I left the scene and went to my room.

Mother went back to her room after a while. I broke Uncle's trance. Uncle went to their room as I left the house to see my friends. Few hours later when I came back Uncle was in the lounge watching TV and mother was in the kitchen. I was afraid that mother might have told her ordeal and wondered how Uncle would react. I walked in cautiously and stayed calm. Uncle acted normally and we discussed worldly things. We had our dinner that evening and went to bed. I had thoughts about mother's beautiful body and her hot cunt but refrained from approaching her.
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Next day morning, mom and Uncle were awake early and Uncle went to work around 7am. I got up around that time and went to bathroom for my chores after saying bye to Uncle. By the time I came out from the bathroom, mom is in the kitchen. I could see my breakfast placed on the table. I ate the breakfast and went to the kitchen to put my plate in the sink. Mom is sorting the rice. I looked at her but she didn't look at me.

I placed the plate and said "Sorry Mom!". There was no reply. I continued "I didn't mean to hurt you! I won't do it again!"

Mom started crying. I felt bad and walked away.

For the next three days I stayed away from mom and the house in the mornings. I had few interviews to attend and rest of the time I stayed with my friends. First two days I did not even go to home for lunch and on second day evening mom chided me for not coming. I felt happy that she told me to. So I went to home for lunch on Friday but came back to my friends after lunch.

On Saturday, Uncle went to work. I kept my daily routine on that day too but came home early. Uncle did not return from work. I sat on the lounge and mom finished her cooking and came to the lounge room too.

We both were watching the TV and suddenly mom asked me "How come you are not doing your stuff with me anymore?"

I was shocked at the question but I replied "I felt bad seeing you that way mom!"

"Well! You should be! I felt like I have been betrayed! I thought of telling it to your Uncle but if I did he would make a big scene out of it and as a result we would not have any relationship. I would have suffered the most loosing you both."

"Thanks for that mom! I have been stupid!" I apologized.

At that instance Uncle came home and we stopped the conversation.

We had our dinner in the evening, then watched some T.V and went to bed. After some time as I was dozing off to sleep, I was woken by streaking sound of my door. I immediately sat up on the bed and looked at the door to find my mother dressed in her nightie. I laid back on the bed.

She walked into the room and asked me if I am sleeping and I said no.

She said she could not sleep so she thought of visiting me.

She sat on the side of my bed. I asked if Uncle is sleeping and she said yes and adding some more saying "doing nothing"

I asked "nothing what?" as I was still trying to wake fully.

"You know! that thing we normally do!"

I still couldn't get it! So I raised my voice "What?"

"Stupid! That thing you did to me before!"

That sentence took me right out of my sleepiness. I could not believe she is telling me her sexual part of her life.

I looked at my mother with disbelief.

She then said "Since you already did it to me, I was thinking you might be interested in sleeping with me more!"

I could not believe my ears. My own mother is inviting me to sleep with her. The tables have turned now but my excitement was still the same. In fact I was more excited when my dear old mother invited me to lift her nightie.

I involuntarily said "yes" and as if she already knew, she laid on her side beside me and turned towards me and laid on her right side.

She said "You know! I slept with you so many times after you were born but this time the feeling is different!"

I said "how?" still trying to get out of my excitement.

She then said "like this stupid!" and leapt onto me and kissed me on my lips.

I then held onto her and pulled her over me without interrupting her kiss.

We then kissed passionately for a while and I told her take off her dress.

"What about yyour Uncle?" mom asked kissing my neck. "Lets put him in trance"

"We will put him only if he see us" I said to mother caressing her hips.

She then sat on me with her both legs spread on either side of me and then whisked her nigthie off.

I then cupped her naked breast and started kneading them as she slowly lifted herself off me, caught my dick with her right hand and guided her vagina on to it and slowly sat back on me as she took my length of the cock in her cunt. "You are far bigger than your Uncle and your father!" she exclaimed. "I had to lift higher"


I knew she was a slut and I was right. I smiled at her kneading her breasts as she slowly started fucking me. After few moments, as she raised her speed of fucking, we heard mom's bedroom door sound and she immediately stopped in anticipation. We then heard Uncle calling mom's name and walking towards our room.

Mom got hysterical and immediately tried to get up from me but I pushed her back onto me. As Uncle reached our room, I put him in trance. Then I told him to come into my room to watch. Mom felt assured that he is under trance and resumed riding on my cock for few strokes. She then stopped and told me she is feeling uncomfortable before Uncle so I sent Uncle back to his room to sleep. We then resumed our fucking and after few minutes mom orgasmed followed by me. Mom then collapsed on me as her naked breasts touched mine. An hour later, we had another fuck session before we went to sleep.

Since the next day was Sunday, we put Uncle in trance the whole day. Mother and me fucked like dogs the whole day. She even put a show for me as we got Uncle to fuck her. I knew she was a slut but I never thought she was such a slut. She showed her slut side that day and did all sorts of kinky things. Mom slept with me that night too and went back to my Uncle on Monday morning when we got him out of trance. After Uncle went to work that day, mom and I resumed our fuck sessions. Mom wanted to sleep with me that night too but I told her we are running out of spells on him and save them for rainy days. So when Uncle is at work, mom and me were indulged in generating sex juices between us.

Even when Uncle is home, mom used to do many kinky things. She used to take shower and call me to her room to help fasten her bra. But in fact it is for kneading and sucking her breasts. When Uncle is out in the garden, she used to call me for a quickie standing or sitting right in front of the window where Uncle can be seen.

In movie theatres, she used to put my hand on her crotch to access her mound from inside her saree tangles. To say in short, my mother and me had developed a new relationship involving my birth place of my mother's body and my male organ. We became and un-wed husband and wife. Infact my mother says she is already a wife of me. She says "The only difference between a mother and wife apart from birthing is that, mothers don't give their vagina to satisfy her son's sexual desires. The day a son fucks his mother, she becomes his wife; married or not."

I thought there is a lot of logic in it. Mom and I kept fucking during day time as mom said she is approaching her period time and we won't be able to do it that time. She first told me when it was a week to go. But nothing happened that week. Another week passed and still nothing happened. It was at that instant mom went for a checkup and there she found out that she is pregnant. Since Uncle was always with us and he too had been copulating with mom I thought it will not be a problem. Mom looked very worried about how she's gonna break the news. I told her everything will be ok. She said "Gosh! I cannot believe I was knocked by my own son!" I said I was happy for her.

Mom told Uncle about the news that evening. He seemed to have taken it well. Mom might have convinced him well. That night mom and Uncle celebrated well in their bedroom as I could hear their noises. The next morning Uncle broke the news to me at breakfast which I showed a lot a excitement looking at my mother. My mother was smiling at me.

Mom's belly grew bigger everyday with me and Uncle enjoying her joys of procreation. After nine months we had a beautiful baby girl. Uncle was happy that he's got a daughter not realizing she is like his grand-daughter. Mom is happy that she gave birth to her grand-daughter. I was happy I got a daughter by my mother. Mom got her tubes cut after we had our daughter blaming on poor Uncle's fallacy. I finished my spells with Uncle but I still had two more with mom. Never had an opportunity to use on her. Infact, I never had to use my spells to fuck anybody. Why should I? When I am able to fuck my mother and my wife both.!!
(The end)

[Ramesh_Rocky]

FUCKING MY MOM

My father died in cancer when I was just 10 years old. I was living with my Uncle and aunt in our house. They did not have any children and they used to love me a lot. Our house was at suburbs near Kolkata.

After my fathers death my mom took a job in Kolkata. She was working for an export import company. For that she used to stay in a ladies hostel near her work place and in weekends she used to come back home.
If I remember correctly, I was 21-22 at that time, just finished college, doing some courses and looking for a job. I was on the internet most of the time searching for jobs and watching porn. At that time, porn was new to me. I also watched stuff related to wrestling online.

Anyway, one fine morning I woke up at around 8. It was a Saturday. Both my uncle and aunt work and they don’t have Saturdays off like my mom. My uncle was busy packing lunch and my aunt was nowhere to be seen. I just woke up and had to pee. I walked straight to the bathroom.

The bathroom had a door, but not a latch. So, the person using the bathroom would close the door of the room inside which the bathroom is - I usually do. Even otherwise, when someone is in the bathroom you can hear them.

I walked into the room that had the bathroom, no sounds from the bathroom. I assumed my mom was in the kitchen. Actually, I didn't care. The only thing in my mind was that I had to pee urgently. I went straight and pushed the door of the bathroom open.

To my shock, I saw my mom soaping her body. That explains why there was no sound. Had she been bathing, I'd have heard the sound of water falling. That was the first time I was seeing mom naked - fully naked. I quickly closed the door and stood outside shouting at my mom. Why didn't you lock the big room's door? Why didn't you make some noise? I then went out to the toilet outside and peed.

It was only for a few seconds that I saw mom naked. But that was enough. I saw her legs - thighs to be exact -, the sides of her stomach, and her buttocks. Her skin was fairer than I thought. I realized that her thighs were heavy and so were her buttocks. I couldn't see her pussy or her breasts. It was just a couple of seconds.
My uncle was working at a government office and my aunty was a teacher. Just to give you an introduction. Anyway, after the incident I was having some very horny thoughts. I did not regret my thoughts. I was always horny. This time, I was horny thinking about mom.

I had, before this incident, read stories about mom-son incest. But I have never been turned out by it. But now, I was. I started imagining me and mom doing things characters in the stories I read were doing.

On weekends, we purchase fish and my mom cooks it. While cutting fish into small pieces, my mom squats on a small wooden plank on the floor and places a vessel with water in her front and cuts fish. The way she - and most women - sits while cutting fish is similar to the way we squat in Indian toilets.

To avoid the dirt from getting on to her dress, she pulls up her saree. After this incident, whenever I see my mom cutting fish, I'd go there and talk to her - nothing sexual - and watch her thighs. They were smooth and visible as her saree and skirt were pulled up.

At night, I'd masturbate thinking about it and imagining scenes from stories.
Some time passed, I started getting stronger and stronger sexual feelings towards my mother. I watched her thighs whenever she pulled up her saree while doing household chores. When she walked, I watched her ass move from behind. I also watched her cleavage whenever I got the opportunity. She wears a petticoat (around her breasts) when she goes to bath. I watch the back of her thighs when she applies oil on head and goes to have a bath.

My uncle is a busy man. He was preparing to take some exams for his promotion. I didn't know anything about their sex life. I never peeped. I wasn't interested.

Nevertheless, I always continued to fantasize about my mom. Obviously I wanted to fuck her. But I didn't think it was possible. I strongly believed it will remain a fantasy. I thought "come on, who fucks their moms". I didn't think it was possible.

Weeks passed and there was one more incident that fueled my sexual feelings towards my mom.
I'll tell you about that incident now. It was a public holiday and Uncle was not home. I don't remember where my aunty went, but I think she went to the temple or somewhere. I was inside in front of the computer. I don't even remember what I was doing.

Suddenly I heard a sound from outside. It was my mom. It was my mom crying. I rushed outside. I saw what happened. Mom had used to the bathroom outside to take bath. As she was coming out walking on the cement floor, she slipped and fell down. She was genuinely in pain.

As usual, she was wearing a petticoat around her breasts, but now the petticoat had fallen down to her hips. Her breasts were completely visible. I turned red and horny. I didn't want to show. I slowly lifted mom up, she wasn't caring much about covering her breasts - I guess she was in pain. I held her left arm with my left arm and her right shoulder with my right arm and walked her slowly inside.

She was leaning on to me and my right arm was clearly brushing her left breast. Trust me, I didn't do it on purpose. Finally, I took her to her room and let her change walking outside. Once she changed, I called Uncle and we took her to a hospital. No, I didn’t see her change.

What I saw change was my thoughts about her. My desire to sleep with my mom and to watch her nude body increased. I started observing my mom more than ever before. I started imagining - how would her nude as be if she sits on my lap, how would it be to fuck her doggy style, how would it be to suck her breasts, my imagination had no limits.
Months passed. My fantasies only continued to grow. I'm not sure if I said this already. I was 21-22 at that time and my mom was 44. Nice age. Around this time, there was a theft in one of our neighbor’s houses. We were all scared. We had sent reports to the security officer.

One of these days, my uncle and aunty had to be out of town regarding the marriage ceremony. I usually slept in my own room that is like 2 rooms away from where my mom and uncle aunty slept.

Since I'm thinking sexually about my mom, I should also tell you the type of clothes she wears at home. Three types - nighty, saree, blouse and some times just petticoat. I didnt think she wore under gurments when she was home. At that point, I didn’t know. I later found out.

On this night, she was wearing a red blouse and a blue petticoat.

Anyway, on this night, my mom asked me to sleep in her room. I asked why? She said I'm scared because of the neighbor’s house theft. I wanted to say yes immediately. I didn't I pretended to be not interested. I said what’s wrong; I'm going to be in the same house. Then she pleaded to me. And, finally I agreed.

There was huge bed and me and mom went to sleep on the same bed. We lay down on the bed and talked about a lot of things - not sex of course. And, I didn't know when I fell asleep.
Sometime in the middle of the night I woke up. I was till horny, thinking about my mom and thinking of ways to have sex with her and fantasizing about her. I turned and saw my mom fast asleep. I decided to look at every inch of her body without fear or shame.

Her cleavage was clearly visible as she was sleeping sideways. I raised my head a little to see more of her breasts. I moved my eyes down and looked at her stomach. They were milky white. Her navel was inviting my tongue to kiss it.

And then I noticed that her petticoat was slightly apart. The petticoat had moved aside on her left leg and I could see her thighs. She had placed her legs in sideways position slightly bent. So, I could actually see the inside of her thighs - something I have never seen before.

Her knees were fleshy and made me horny. I couldn't see more, I couldn't see her panties or know whether she was wearing panties. I felt a desperate urge to touch her thighs. I decided to do something.

I closed my eyes and pretended to be sleep so that if at all i wake mom up, she'd think I am asleep. And then I slowly moved my right leg closer to my mom and in one quick movement placed it over my mom's thigh.

The under of my right knee was now just above the inside of my mom's lower thigh. I was wearing a lungi and I could feel my mom's naked skin through the cloth. I felt horny as hell. I didn't move an inch. I felt like I wanted to be in that position for ages.
With that incident I was officially lusting after mom. I just was waiting for the right time to fuck my mom (it felt so good thinking about it). Associating the words mom and fuck felt so good to me.

The next morning I woke up, peed and brushed my teeth. Then I went to the kitchen (of course, to see mom). I was surprised and shocked. There my mom was standing in a saree so lowly dbangd that the start of her butt crack was visible. Her smooth shiny back and the top of her butts were clearly visible. I got an instant erection. She was standing with her back towards me.

I walked towards her and looked over her shoulder and asked "Mom what are you cooking?" She said something. I didn’t care and it didn't matter. As I asked her, I touched her butt as if I'm not doing it in a sexual way. It was just one soft touch.

She immediately stepped back so that her butt would touch my erect penis. I was so turned on. As mom came closer to me, I could feel the smell of her sweat. Combined with the smell of food in the kitchen, it was a very erotic feeling.

As a first-timer I was still a little scared on making bolder moves. But nothing could stop me either. I usually wear a lungi at home. I decided to wear the lungi in a folded style so that my thighs are visible. I also did away with undergarments when me and mom were alone. I wanted mom to see my thighs and when possible, my penis and balls.

Even while sitting or climbing stairs, I kept my lungi folded (like a half-lungi). I wanted to expose my body to my mom as much as possible. It was working. I noticed my mom staring at my thighs and waist several times. Finally I made a huge decision that I thought will prompt her to start sex with me - do the ultimate expose. Masturbate in a place from where she can see. I believed it would work.
My Big Expose
A few days passed and finally the weekend arrived. The weekend when uncle and aunty would never be home and me and mom have the whole house. Mom was wearing a saree and I as usual on my lungi folded up to let my mom see as much of my body as possible. We had breakfast. She sat so close to me on the bench while having breakfast. I could feel the heat emanating from her heavy thighs. While having breakfast, she once fed me and I felt a wave of electricity pass through my whole body as her fingers touched my lips.

Then I watched TV for some time and then I made the decision. Now is the time to do the expose. I went into my room which is adjacent to the living room, removed my shirt and lungi and sat on the bed. I was completely naked - not a thread to cover my body.

I sat there and started masturbating. Now, anyone who is in the living room can see me masturbating. I wanted to make sure that mom saw me masturbating. I was slowly stroking at my now erect cock waiting for mom to come. She didn't, she was probably busy.

So I produced a moaning sound "ahh" - louder than what I make when I usually masturbate. A couple of seconds of silence passed. Then I heard footsteps. Mom was coming! I sat in a way she can see my whole body and pretended not to be aware of anything in the living room.

I was looking away from the living room, but waiting for my mom's arrival eyeing through the corner of my eye. Mom walked in. I hideously watched her walk into the living room and walking across quickly. I was disappointed. Then she came back and was looking at me from the living room. I pretended not to notice her and continued masturbating.

As she was looking at me, I got more and more aroused. Finally I spit cum. I was rocking back and forth as I was cumming and I produced a loud "mmmm" purposefulyl for mom to hear. She was walking back and forth watching me and pretending as if she was not watching me. I was thoroughly enjoying this game - the game of me and mom teasing each other.

I fell down on the bad and lay there for some time. Mom went back to the kitchen once I was done masturbating. I fell asleep for a few minutes without caring about the stickiness I left in the mattress.
Something happened the very next Saturday and that is what I'm going to narrate here. Once me and mom started teasing each other, we literally waited for uncle and aunty to go to the office so that we can start our teasing game. It was so exciting. My cock was erect almost all the time. But when uncle &aunty ware around, I was super-decent and so was mom.

On this particular day, uncle & aunty left for office and college. Then, me and mom had breakfast. I was trying as much to expose my body to mom. But mom wasn't doing much and I was surprised. I was wondering what the reason could be. Was it her periods? Is she not interested? What the hell happened?

I finished breakfast. Mom was washing dishes. I went to the living room to watch TV. I was not very turned on now as I felt like my mom was not interested. I continued to watch TV.

As I was watching TV, I was also gently rubbing my cock. Gradually my cock became erect and I decided to go to the kitchen and see what mom is doing anyway. So I switched off the TV and went to the kitchen. Mom was not there.

Probably, she was in the bathroom or so I thought and went back to watching TV. A couple of minutes later, I heard my mom coughing. The cough sounded very artificial. Some instinct told me that it was an invitation for me to go there. The sound came from the master bedroom which was adjacent to the dining room.

I walked to the dining room and pretended to walk to the kitchen and looked into the bedroom as if I was looking casually. The bedroom's door was open as always, but what I saw increased my blood flow by say a hundred times.

My mom was standing with her back towards the door. She was in a blouse and long petticoat that women wear under the saree - a red blouse and a faded red petticoat. She was looking down trying to unlace the petticoat. Then she untied the petticoat and let it fall down to her feet. Facing me was my mom's bare ass.

It was so erotic and exciting. I felt a bolt of lightning go through my entire body. My mom's big round buttocks were right in front of me. I didn't move. I was standing there watching her. Her thighs were smooth, glossy and heavy. Her butt crack was slightly brownish. So was the line where her thigh met her butt. I wanted to run into the room and bury my face in between my mother's ass cheeks and be like that forever.

My mom then bent down and picked up the petticoat that was lying on her feet and put it on the chair. I wondered if my mom never wore panties. Then she started searching for another petticoat from the almirah. She was in no hurry. I thought to myself "I'm so lucky to have one bitch of a mom". I kept thinking the word "bitch" and the more I did, the more it turned me on.

And finally mom found a petticoat and slowly put it on. She did it very slowly and erotically. I watched keenly as she pulled the petticoat up from her feet to her knees through her white heavy thighs up to her buttocks and finally to her waist where she tied it.

Then she picked up her panties and wore it. While wearing the panties, I got another glimpse of her thighs and buttocks, but that was quick. I left the place and went to the living room as soon as mom picked up a saree and started dbanging it around her - the show, I knew, was over.

It was clear mom was still interested. I was now confident that mom was good at this. I was excited that mom knew her ass would turn me on. Believe it or not, my face was red the whole day. My whole body was feeling hot.

Initially I thought seducing mom was the challenge. Not anymore. I had seduced mom. Who knows? maybe it was mom who seduced me. Regardless, seduction was not the problem. Bringing myself to fuck her was. All I have to do now was to make the first move!
Some days passed. As I mentioned, my uncle was slightly busy with his promotion-related tasks. He finally got his promotion and we were happy. We had a good dinner for uncle's promotion. The next day was Friday. Uncle had to go to the superior's office for some paperwork. My aunty went to her college. Mom took a sick leave that day. So me and mom were alone.

I woke up and after the usual stuff and breakfast; I sat in front of the TV. Mom seemed to be busy with some chores and I didn't want to disturb her. I sat in front of the TV watching some stupid movie with no story, no good scenes, no comedy - some boring movie because I didn’t have anything else to do. Once in a while, I'd switch channels and then finally come back to watching the same movie. I found it funny that after some time, I was kinda interested in the movie. I was sitting on a large couch with a shirt and a lungi. Uncle was away, so my lungi was folded revealing my thighs and legs.

I was engrossed in the movie when mom walked in.

"What movie is it" she asked.

I told her the name of the movie.

"Is it good?"

"It is ok" I replied

She came and sat near me as if she wanted to watch the movie too. Mom was wearing a blue saree with some white flowery designs and a blue blouse. I should particularly mention the way she sat down. usually when women sit down, they pull up their saree very slightly and then sit down - probably to avoid stepping on the saree and falling down. But my mom pulled up the saree way higher and sat down. She was sitting on the sofa in the way ppl sit on the floor with legs folded. She had pulled her saree so high that I could see her calves, knees and her round, glossy lower thighs. Time passed and we continued to watch the movie. With time, both me and mom were moving closer and closer to each other.

Finally my mom's thighs were touching mine. Mom now suddenly changed her posture - she placed her feet on the sofa. That let the saree slide further down to her waist and her entire thigh was visible. I was so turned on looking at my mom's naked legs. I said to myself that now is the time.

I now leaned to the right and placed my right palm right below where my mom's left thigh. 2 seconds and my mom brought down her thigh. I turned my palm upside down so that my inner palm was facing upwards- I wanted to feel the back of my mom's thigh and I did. I could feel the heat, the smoothness of my mom's upper back thigh. Wow

But suddenly, my mom took my hand away from there. I was confused. Then she put my hand on her upper thigh so close to her waist. I was so horny by now. Clearly, my dick had formed a tent in my groin area. My palm was placed on mom's inner thigh and I was slowly stroking it with my thumb.

Mom lifted her left hand and put it around my waist. As she did that I shivered a little. Then she pulled me closer to her. My head was now resting on her shoulders and my right hand had moved to her inner thigh. What turned me on even more was the smell emanating from my mom. I can't explain it - but it made me so horny. As I kept my palm still and moved my fingers over my mom's thigh, she was caressing my hip where her hand was. Whenever she did that I shivered slightly even though I did my best to control the shivers.

It was not a very hot day, but I noticed that mom was using her pallu and waving as if it was hot. I was confused. After some time, she just dropped the pallu to her lap. Oh she's very smart, I thought. My head was resting on her shoulders and I could see her breasts clearly through her blouse - mom had not worn a bra. I moved my head closer that after some time my lips was on her neckbone - not kissing, I just placed my lips there smelling and slightly also tasting her skin.

Then mom said "Remove it" and pointed to her blouse.
I unhooked her blouse and with my mom's help removed it. Her breasts were dangling in front of my eyes now. Those breasts were large, round and very shapely. The nipples were brown and clearly protruding. I instantly buried my head to her chest. Mom pressed my head against her breasts. I kept rubbing my face against her breasts not knowing what to do. My mom's hands were all over the back of my head, my neck and back.

Then I started caressing her breasts with both my hands - my hands were full of my own mother's breasts. Then I bent down and started sucking at her breasts. Mom mom now produced a "ssssssssss" sound now. That even turned me on more. I could taste the salt of my mom's sweat as I sucked her breasts again and again. My right arm was around her waist and my left palm was stroking her thighs.

After a while, mom got up and I got up with her. She started walking. I understood. She wanted to go to the bedroom. Her saree was in disarray. She was walking topless holding the crumbled saree up. My hand was around her waist. While walking my mom looked upto me cunningly and smiled. I just smiled back.

Once we entered the bedroom, she started unbuttoning my shirt after pulling down my lungi in one quick pull! I was trying to remove her saree, but got it all messed up. After getting me naked mom, removed the saree herself and motioned me to sit on the bed. I sad down and mom sat right behind me.

Her legs were spread to my sides and kinda stuck to my legs. She was in control. I had always had fantasies of being dominated by women. What better woman than my mom who can dominate me. My cock was so erect. Mom was nouw kissing my neck as her hands slowly made their way to my balls. She kept stroking my balls for a long time.

I desperately wanted her to touch my penis, but she didn’t. Finally, I moved her hand from my balls to my penis. I realized she was an expert. She gave me the best pleasure that was more than what I can even imagine with her hands on my penis. Once in a while she would stroke my stomach and chest and sometimes squeeze my nipples.

Now I got up and mom looked at me. My eyes were on her pussy. It was slightly darker than the rest of her body. Her inner thighs were also slightly darker than the rest of her legs. As if knowing what was on my mind, mom adjusted her position. She then sat on me with her both legs spread on either side of me. I then cupped her naked breast and started kneading them as she slowly lifted herself off me, caught my dick with her right hand and guided her vagina on to it and slowly sat back on me as she took my length of the cock in her cunt. I smiled at her kneading her breasts as she slowly started fucking me. After a few moments, she raised her speed of fucking. After 5 minutes mom started fucking me so hard that not only her slippery pussy but our bed was also started making sound. Her eyes ware closed and she was in another world while enjoying my cock in her pussy. Her big breasts ware bouncing with her every thrust. I understood that she was an expert player in the field. She must be spending nights with men regularly in the city. After about fifteen minute’s or so, mom orgasmed followed by me. Mom then collapsed on me as her naked breasts touched mine. An hour later, we had another fuck session before we went to sleep.
After that incident we started fucking on every Saturdays, in our uncle and aunt’s absence. It was after my marriage we decided to stop.
(The End)

[Ramesh_Rocky]

ULTIMATE HUMILIATION


Damn. I want to fuck your wife, dude.” Tom had a tendency to always say exactly what was on his mind. He was staring into the living room where Linda was talking with some of our other guests. I just smiled, shook my head and continued to deal another hand of euchre.

Today was our 7th anniversary, and to celebrate we invited over several of our closest friends, before taking the weekend at a swank hotel; just the two of us. I imagined two days of romance and sex-filled nights. It’s good to picture your goals.

“Put your eyes on your cards and off of my wife, ya’ dog.” I finished the deal. I had partnered with my buddy Dan, while the letch was teamed up with one his buddies from work, James. James looked at me with some apprehension like there was going to be a conflict. “Relax, man. Tom and I go all the way back to junior high. He’s been talking shit like that since I’ve known him. He’s always had a thing for my other halves.” I smiled good-naturedly.

“Yep, Ed’s always managed to get the lookers. Personality goes a long way. But I’ve managed to get a few of his girlies over the years.” That was true. Tom was always the better looking one. He was the sort of man that women drooled over. Over six foot and wiry, he kept his wavy black hair just above his shoulders. He’d stolen two of my high college sweethearts by taking opportune moments to relieve himself and expose his massive tool. My own dick was small compared to his, at just less than five inches, but I never let my size bother me. Women that would rather be impaled by a crude bastard, rather than tickled by a gentleman aren’t worth my time.

Tom had been hitting on Linda since before we were married. He once flat out dropped his pants when the three of us were having a few drinks just to show her his offered goods. Linda laughed it off, and told him to “Put that monstrosity away before someone gets hurt.” This girl was a keeper!

Linda is gorgeous. We met at a seminar in our early twenties and just hit it off. I made her laugh and she made me drool. At 5’ 9” she is a few inches taller than me. Her black hair is natural, with carpet and dbangs matching. Her body is in great shape due to many hours spent in our pool. Her breasts are her crowning glory - unaffected by gravity and full, with nipples that defy the thickest fabric, by protruding at the slightest chill. She loves wearing pants cut to show off her ass, and what a heart-shaped tight show it is. That night, though, she did me the honor of wearing a sundress. I love to see her in a dress. It fit right in all the right places, with just a hit of cleavage showing in the front.

I whistled, “Eyes front, Lover boy.” Tom grinned wolfishly and got back into the game. He and James were down 3 points from our 8 points, and about to lose their third game in a row. “Maybe if you spent less time ogling every woman in the room and more time concentrating on your hand, you’d learn how to play this game.”

“Ooh, Ed’s getting tough. All right, don’t get your bony ass all puckered up. It isn’t my fault it’s been raining all day. I’d rather be wading with the ladies too.” Tom loved commenting on my skinny frame. I figured he was compensating for the fact that he had skipped college and supported himself with occasional construction work, while I had gone the corporate route. “Do you want to make this game interesting?”

“I’m not taking your money, buddy.” Tom usually had a hard time scbanging up rent money and I had no desire to have him living in my basement.

“No money. If you and Dan win, I’ll quit publicly admiring your wife and help Dan finish up that shanty of a shed he’s been building all summer. But if I win, James and I get to make all the advances on Linda we want, and you can’t do anything to stop us.” He grinned expectantly.

I laughed and said, “You’re on, big man!” I figured that I had nothing to lose. If we won then he’d have to shut his yap about my wife, and Dan’s wife would quit making all the comments about the construction of the backyard Taj Mahal. If He and James won, I had faith in my wife’s fidelity.

As luck would have it, Tom managed a loner and James squeaked a point out in the following hand. I laughed again. “Is that what it takes to get you to play a decent hand, you old sandbagger?”

“Laugh it up, scrawny. Remember, you can’t say or do anything to stop my advances toward Linda.”

I just kept grinning. Dan must have been made uncomfortable by the events and soon he and his wife said their goodbyes. Not long after that everyone else filtered out. James looked as though he wanted to leave too, but Tom gave him a look and he grabbed himself another beer before making himself comfortable on the couch.

Linda flopped down on the couch next to James, and let out a sigh. “That didn’t go as planned, at all.” She was upset that our outdoor barbeque had to be dragged indoors due to the rain. “I hope you guys had a good time.”

“Aw, Linda, the party doesn’t have to end now. The rain has stopped. Let’s hit the pool,” Tom said. Linda smiled, jumped up and ran upstairs to put on her suit. I followed. I changed into my trunks and Linda put on a deep blue bikini that would be considered conservative by today’s standards, but she filled it out perfectly. Her breasts were exposed on the tops and sides and her nipples were erect from the change in temperature.

Standing next to her, I felt like the luckiest man in the world. “I can’t wait to get you alone,” I said as I wrapped my arms around her and playfully kissed her neck. She giggled and pushed me gently.

“Soon enough, hubby. Happy Anniversary.” She kissed me and grabbed my cock playfully. I was instantly stiff and couldn’t wait for the festivities to begin. “Let’s go,” she said as she led me by my manhood down the stairs.

Tom and James had wasted no time and were already in the pool. It was dark, so I turned on the poolside lights. The deck was dimly lit but the pool was lit up nicely. Tom whistled and made cat calls as Linda cautiously tested the water with her toes. She smiled and with courage on loan from Jose Cuervo cupped both of her breasts and gave them a bounce. Both men voiced their approval. I nursed a beer poolside while the three of them splashed about and dunked one another. Linda was uncomfortable with James at first, but loosened up after she managed to dunk him by surprise.

Linda came to the side of the pool. “Hon, will you make me a margie?” She had her arms crossed under her breasts, propping herself up on the edge. The beer and her breasts were having an effect on me and a little tent started forming in my trunks.

Tom swam up behind Linda. “James and I will take one too, Ed.” Then he quickly undid the ties at the back of her bikini top. Linda, startled, spun around and in doing so her top dropped to the water. Tom laughed, grabbed her top and quickly swam backward to avoid getting slapped. Linda turned to me, looking angry. I remembered what I had promised and just said, “Well, you had to expect that from Tom.”

Linda looked at me quizzically, then just sank in the water to hide her breasts and said, “Yeah, I guess boys will be boys.” Then she smiled and said, “Hurry back and get me my top.” I went into the house while she treaded water topless. A few minutes later I returned with drinks in hand. Linda had attempted to get her top back for herself, to no avail. Tom was wearing it atop his head laughing and continuing to splash at her. He made no effort to disguise his attempts to feel her tits as he tried to dunk her.

“Drinks are here,” I called. James, still feeling a bit uncomfortable swam up first, then Tom. Tom looked up at me as he grabbed for his drink and gave me a wink. He barely had a sip before he suddenly went under the water, drink and all. He came back up suddenly coughing and clutching at the side. Linda popped up a few feet behind him holding his trunks up with one hand, laughing triumphantly.

Tom just laughed, “Get me another will ya’, buddy?” And pulled himself out of the water to sit at the pools edge with his legs and cock dangling. Linda stared at his naked body and said “I guess you’re not cold.” Tom laughed, patted his cock and said, “I’m getting hotter by the minute.” Linda stared at his swinging meat for a few seconds before rolling her eyes and swimming to the far side of the pool.

I went to pour Tom another margarita. I stalled a bit while inside to let my hard-on subside. I didn’t want Linda or Tom to see me getting excited by their antics. I thought I had one heck of a night in front of me, and Tom took care of all the foreplay for me. When I brought Tom’s cocktail poolside, he was still sitting at the edge. He was getting aroused. His cock was still dangling, but now engorged with blood. He had missed his calling – he looked like a porn star. Linda was right in front of him pleading for her top and offering his trunks in trade.

“I’m comfortable just like this, thanks.” He was having the time of his life. Just then James snuck up behind Linda to dunk her. She saw him at the last minute and attempted to dodge out of the way but he was to close. He pushed her down and toward Tom. When she surfaced she was directly between Tom’s legs, she spun to avoid facing his cock. Tom wrapped his legs around and pulled her in so that her breasts were exposed with her erect nipples just above water’s surface. She laughed and screamed playfully. Tom’s cock was resting on her cheek.

“Jaan, help me!” Linda pleaded, though she didn’t seem truly distressed. I couldn’t move. At this point I was willing to welch on the bet, but I was aroused and oddly anxious. Linda looked at me, noticing my erection. At first she seemed confused and a little angry but before she could say anything else she began struggling and writhing against the strength of Tom’s legs. He held her tight. As she squirmed, Tom’s cock hardened. The swollen giant tool rubbed all about her face - even brushing her lips several times. I was about to rush in to her rescue, when I discovered that she was being held while James worked off her bikini bottoms. He emerged in perfect imitation of Linda’s earlier victory and held her suit bottom high in the air.

At this point I jumped in the water, feigning coming to her rescue but actually hiding my erection. I swam toward James asking for her bikini bottom. He tossed it to me. I swam back to Linda and held them out to her. She reached for them saying, “Too little, too late.” Tom held back her arm and said. “Oh what, it’s all right for me to be naked but not you?”

Linda dropped her arm. “I can handle it as long as you are… Um... Can! I meant can!” Tom and Linda laughed over her Freudian slip. Linda grabbed her drink from the edge and gulped it down, making no attempt to avoid his rock hard cock. Tom shot me a look that said I should back off. I did and waded toward the pool’s center. Tom had relaxed his legs, letting her slip a little into the water, and handed her his drink. She pulled herself up to rest her forearms upon his thigh, here tits resting along the inside of his leg. She downed his drink quickly. Tom was now openly stroking his erection. Linda stared at it intently.

Tom took her arm and guided her hand to his throbbing cock. She held it gently at first and then began jacking him off, slowly to start and then faster. She took his manhood into her mouth, the head stretching her lips. It was as though she was fresh out of the desert and found water, she couldn’t get enough. She zealously worshipped his cock with her mouth, licking along the shaft, and sucking on his heavy balls. James swam past me, toward my now adulterous wife and my best friend. His swim trunks were floating behind him. James reached around Linda and began massaging her tits.

“Oh yes, Hon. That’s right, squeeze my nipples.” She must have thought that James was me and that I was joining in on the festivities. James rolled her nipples between his fingers and Linda moaned. The sound was muffled by a mouthful of Tom’s giant cock sliding back and forth across her lips. James dropped his hands to her hips, and Linda arched her back. James reached to position his cock into her pussy. When he placed his hand back upon her hip, he thrust forward. Linda let Tom’s penis out of her mouth with a plop. She looked back to see James, and then cast an alarmed glance toward me. Something about James’s cock informed her that I wasn’t granting consent. She looked worried for a moment, and then Tom grabbed the back of her head and put her back to work. She returned to the effort, guilt forgotten.

James continued to thrust away, and his movement showed he was about to cum. Linda frequently raised her head from Tom’s hard-on to gasp and moan, “Yes. Oh, Yes!” James suddenly arched forward and then relaxed. Linda cried out. As James backed away, Linda whimpered like a little girl who had her favorite doll taken from her. Tom took Linda under the arms and raised her from the water. She immediately dropped to her knees and continued to slobber on his cock. Tom pulled her head back and she looked up at him pouting. He guided her to her feet and began sucking on her stiff nipples. She moaned and writhed, reaching down to pump his tool with her hand, her wedding band glinting in the dim light.

Tom began massaging her pussy with his hand, slipping a few fingers into her already well-fucked hole. She moaned and pulled his giant cock toward her pussy. Tom positioned the head at her pussy lips and slowly worked it into her. Linda stared adoringly into his eyes. I came in my trunks.

James was already up on the deck, and it became evident how she discovered his identity. His cock was a couple inches shorter than Tom’s and a couple longer than mine but thicker than either of us. It was rising again due to the show. I hoisted myself onto the deck and dropped my trunks, hoping to get in on all the excitement. My dick, softening after cumming, looked out of place in this scene. Like a librarian had wandered on to the site of a porno shoot.

Linda had her legs wrapped around Tom and was bobbing on his giant member. I started to get aroused again. Tom held her up by her firm ass. “Tell me you love me,” he said. She moaned and looked into his eyes. “Say it.”

“I love you, Tom. Please don’t stop.” Linda kissed him. “Oh God! I love you! Fuck me baby!”

I was suddenly more jealous than aroused. Love? It was one thing to get caught up in the moment, with your judgment skewed by alcohol and pent up lust, but this felt like true infidelity. I started toward them, angry and ready to put a stop to all of this. James was there to stop me.

He grabbed me by the throat and led me over to a lounger. “Sit down and stay out of the way,” he said. “You can have her back when we’re through with her, needle-dick.” I struggled in vain; he was much stronger than I.

“Am I better than Ed, Linda?” Tom added weight to the question by fucking her harder. “Do you want him or me, baby?” Linda panted and whimpered.

“I want you, Tom. Please, don’t ever stop fucking me!” With that Tom lifted her up off his cock. She said, “No. Don’t stop! Please – I love you! I need you! I don’t want Ed.” I was deflated; not just my ego but my manhood also. My wife of seven years was proclaiming her love for my best friend and getting fucked by two giant cocks on our anniversary. I wanted blood. James hadn’t let loose of his iron hold on my throat or I would have attempted, however futilely to beat Tom to a pulp.

Tom set Linda down and led her over to the lounger. “Tell him to his face,” he demanded. “Tell him that you don’t need his little prick.” He smiled at me maliciously, kissing her neck and massaging her breasts.

I wish there would have been more hesitation, or that a sense of how wrong what was happening would have occurred to her. She looked down at me, still moaning as Tom pleased her and I could see she was too caught up in the moment. There I was, skinny, short, and naked with my smaller penis limp as a stronger and more virile man held me tight by the throat

“I don’t want you. I want Tom. I want his giant cock in my pussy. He knows how to treat me and how to touch me. You don’t even come close.” Still facing me she got down on all fours and said, “Watch how a real man fucks a woman. Please fuck me, Tom.” He obliged.

As Tom pumped her from behind, she took James’s cock in her mouth. Tom fucked her steadily, while she sucked James’s cock. James’s grip got tighter and tighter on my throat, as he came closer to blowing his wad. I struggle with his arm, and he knocked me hard across the face with his other fist. Tom came at that moment. Linda pulled away from James’s cock as she reacted to Tom’s last thrusts. He shot a huge load onto her face and hair. James’s hand tightened and then finally relaxed.

The three of them left me to sit, near tears on the lounger with a sore face and a blackening eye, as they used towels to clean up. Linda kissed them deeply before they went into the house to change, whispering something to each. Linda came and knelt beside me.

“Oh, baby. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean for this to happen. It all just got carried away,” she said. Then she hugged me, and I felt as though everything was all right. She still loved me. “Be nice when they say goodbye. You don’t need to lose any friendships over this.”

They came out a few minutes later and said their goodbyes to my still naked wife. They fondled and kissed her. Then they approached me. “Sorry about your eye,” James said. “No hard feelings?” Everything was going to be all right with Linda and I, so I just shook my head and mumbled that there were no hard feelings.

Tom patted me on the shoulder. “Just like old times, eh buddy?” I looked at him with open anger and said, “Screw you, buddy.” He just laughed and kissed Linda hard on the mouth, she responded.

“We’ll see you tomorrow,” he said as the kiss broke. “Bring a deck of cards Ed. Maybe we can work in a few hands.” I was bewildered. Linda walked them to the driveway and gave each another long kiss before returning to me.

“Tomorrow?” I looked at her, pleading with my eyes. “I thought you still loved me.” I held onto her hands, anxiously waiting for her reply.

“I do, baby. But things have changed. Tonight I had the best sex of my life. Tom can have me whenever he wants me. I am completely his. When I said I loved him, I meant it. Maybe it’s just lust or infatuation, but it feels like love” she said. “I still love you. We aren’t over. But you’ll have to accept that, if you want us to stay together, Tom, the only man I feel I need, will continue to fuck me whenever he wants, and however he wants. Can you do that?”

My pulse was hard and loud in my head. I didn’t want to lose Linda, but could I let this happen? I looked up into her eyes. She was waiting patiently, as if my answer only meant something to me. I nodded.

“Good. Let’s get to bed. Tom and James are going to meet us as the suite tomorrow.”
(Finish)

[Ramesh_Rocky]

my slut wife

part1




*beepbeep* *beepbeep* *beepbeep*

My wife's cell phone buzzed and rang multiple times to announce the arrival of several text messages as soon as she turned the phone on after the pilot announced it was okay to do so.

"So Sunita." I said icily, "I guess those are all text messages from Rajiv?"

Sunita ignored me and her fingers worked the keyboard furiously as she replied to the text messages.

"Only two of them." Sunita said once she got done. "The third was from my sister saying Chintu is doing fine."

"And what did Rajiv want? Some recipe perhaps?"

Rajiv was our neighbor and "friend" back in Kolkata. He was divorced and lived next door, and lived with his son who was the same age as Chintu - 6. I had started off liking Rajiv when we moved into his neighborhood a year back. He was friendly, his son and Chintu got along very well, and he seemed genuinely helpful. Which he still was.

What had started bugging me was that he and Sunita seemed to have become a little too friendly. Sunita was a stay-at-home mother, having quit her job in banking as soon as we had Chintu. And Rajiv had a catering business which he managed from his house, and even when he had to be away, it was usually daily lunch services for some reputed companies. So when I was at work in the evening and Sunita was home, usually, so was Rajiv. And Sunita often told me that he came over or invited her over to talk about recipes and food, a topic Sunita had gotten really interested in of late.

"No, Sumit. He just texted the address of a restaurant he recommends. And wished us both safe travel and a great vacation." Sunita replied.

"You know what'll make my vacation great? No texts from Rajiv." I said as I pulled our handbag from the overhead compartment.

"Sumit please. Don't start." Sunita shook her head and slid out from her seat.

After this mini-tiff of sorts, both Sunita and I were silent as we made our way off the plane, got our luggage from baggage claim and took a taxi to the “Mountain view” - a posh casino-resort. I waited for her to break the ice, convinced that I was right in being suspicious of Rajiv. I was convinced that he had the hot’s for my wife, and was working slowly but surely to get her into bed. If, that is, he hadn't already.

Over the past few months, I had noticed a change in Sunita's appearance and demeanor. Usually her attire was pretty standard - jeans or trousers, with modest t-shirts or blouses, and sometimes sarees. After Chintu's birth, Sunita had gone from a very fashion-savvy and spiffily dressed young woman to the archetypal suburban mother. But recently, I noticed she was wearing skirts more often, with tops or blouses with a low neckline. She was back to dressing the way she used to 7 years ago when we met and started dating. And I wondered if this sudden change had anything to do with her friendship with Rajiv. Although I was glad of the occasional throwback to our initial days together.

Ah, our initial days together. I had been smitten with Sunita the day she walked into the conference room on her first day of work in our bank. She was one of the new trainees, fresh out of business college. I was there in my capacity as my division's Vice President, to address the newbies about our operations. She was dressed in a figure-hugging knee-length black skirt, a formal blouse with one button open, and a matching black blazer. She was tall and not just by Indian standards - 5 ft 10. Her skirt showed that she had an awesome butt and shapely legs. And even the formal blouse and the blazer could not hide the fact that she was exceedingly buxom - 34DD as I later found out.

I found myself staring at her a little longer than appropriate. She obviously noticed, looked right into my eyes, and flashed me a dazzling smile. And that was all it took to get me hooked.

I waited a few weeks before doing anything though. After all, Sunita, a fresh MBA 24 years of age, was 15 years my junior. I was touching 40, and although I worked out regularly to keep my body in shape, the gray was beginning to show at the edges of my hairline. I was still unmarried, thanks to a long long relationship that ended abruptly 5 years ago. I got plenty of action - a good looking, tall, well-built successful banking executives in his late 30s does not find dating difficult in a city like kolkata. But most of the women I had dated had been my contemporaries. I had never even thought about going after someone in her mid-20s.

Until Sunita walked in that door.

Although she got assigned to my division, I kept things strictly professional. I could see that she was getting a lot of attention from guys her own age, something she seemed glad and adept about handling. But I did get some fairly strong signals from her of her interest in me. She would compliment me on my looks, ask me about my taste in music, movies, and books. And try to spend a lot of time talking about things other than work. And she kept talking about how she wanted to "settle down" but all the guys she met were too "immature".

After a few weeks, I convinced myself that I wasn't just some deluded old horndog reading signals where there were none. Sunita was definitely indicating her interest in me. So I asked her out. She readily agreed. And from there, things moved rather rapidly. We had sex for the first time after our second date, and I was glad to see that Sunita knew how to use her body well. In a couple of weeks, she had all but moved in with me, spending about 5 nights a week at my apartment. In a month, we informed HR about our relationship, and Sunita was moved to another division as per company rules.

In six months, I was convinced she was the love of my life, and proposed. She accepted readily. Her parents were a little displeased that she was marrying someone so much older than her. But I charmed their pants off, and all was well. We were married, and soon Sunita was pregnant. After Chintu was born, Sunita told me she had no interest in going back to work. She had never really been too career-minded, she said, and was simply living out the dreams of her modern and demanding father who believed her intelligence was too rare to waste.

Soon, we settled into a happily married lifestyle, raising our son together. Sunita had a lot of close friends in Kolkata, many of them male. And her close friendship with them did rankle me a little bit. In other words, it made me insecure. Initially I stayed mum. But after I turned forty, my body began catching up with me. My stamina for sex was diminishing by the year. When we started dating, we had sex at least twice every night. Around the time Chintu turned two, it was down to twice a week. And of late, it was down to barely once a week.

The decline of my prowess did play a role in my insecurities growing. There were a couple of her male friends, young, good-looking, handsome, that I particularly felt insecure about. They were married too, but it still bothered me that they were so friendly with Sunita. We started having arguments about it. Sunita always dismissed my concerns saying I was being paranoid. But I knew my wife was hot enough to make anyone sin. I also knew she had had a fairly colorful past, sexually speaking (the details of which are another story). So I knew that she knew she had options. And that drove my insecurity and caused more arguments. These arguments became the norm for the next few years.

We purchased a big house in suburban Kolkata; it was a good residential area in the outskirts of kolkata. Chintu certainly loved it, and soon we were a happy family again. Sunita did complain occasionally about feeling lonely. To be honest, I was relieved that all her male "friends" were of miles away.

But then Rajiv had slid into the picture.

Rajiv was roughly the same age as Sunita. Very handsome. I worked out to keep my body in shape. He also clearly worked out to give his body shape. He had well toned abs, arms and a chest, which he loved displaying in the summer months. His striking good looks, coupled with his charming personality, convinced me that he was a threat to be mindful of. But when I raised the concern, Sunita again accused me of being too controlling and insecure and jealous.

One summer day when I came home from work, I saw a scene that made me lose my cool. Nothing scandalous, mind you. The two boys were playing in the backyard. A few feet away from them, sat Sunita and Rajiv on lawn chair, drinking pepsi or some thing. Rajiv was only wearing a pair of cut-off denim shorts, the sweat glistening on his chest. Sunita was wearing a nighty. And they were laughing and talking.

Like I said, nothing scandalous. But watching Rajiv, all muscled and toned and sweaty, joking with my relatively scantily clad wife pissed me off. Sunita had put on a few pounds since Chintu was born, but the extra weight had been distributed evenly. She still had a fantastic figure which had gone from tall-and-curvy-but-slender to simply tall-and-voluptuous - 36DD-28-38. She looked like Bidya BRabi sitting in the lawn chair. But I was more pissed off at Rajiv's overtly hunky appearance than I was attracted to Sunita's knock-out looks at that moment. I yelled at Chintu, asking him to come inside. The tone of my voice was enough for Rajiv to take a hint, and he took his son and went home. And Sunita walked in, looking confused.

That night after Chintu went to bed, we had one of the most acrimonious fights we'd had. I accused Sunita of leading Rajiv on. She told me my paranoia was reaching historic levels. We argued back and forth, until she said, "Sumit, don't take this the wrong way, but don't you see your insecurity is stemming from your.....troubles in bed? I keep telling you to see the doctor. There are drugs..."

"So you're saying I should take Viagra or you'll fuck him? Is that it?" I exploded. I had been having troubles down there, but I knew it was more because of stress than anything. I certainly had no desire to walk into a doctor's office and tell him I was having trouble getting it up.

"What?" Sunita said, confused.

"Or have you fucked him already?"

Sunita slapped me in anger. I pushed her to the bed and stormed out of the room. I went to downstairs and had a couple of drinks. When I came back upstairs, Sunita was already asleep.

Over the next few days, we both calmed down. I apologized to Sunita saying I had been out of line. Sunita said she understood my concerns and would tone down her rapport with Rajiv, if it bothered me so much. And a few days later, I surprised her with my plans for us to spend a long weekend in Nepal. Just the two of us. Sunita's sister who lived in kolkata had agreed to take care of Chintu while we were away.

Now back to Nepal.

After we reached the “Mountain view”, I finally broke my silence and mentioned how pretty the casino looked. Sunita also looked impressed and pointed out a few beautiful decorations in the lobby. We checked and went to our room.

This was my first time in Nepal and I was really looking forward to hitting the blackjack tables. So as Sunita went to the bathroom for a quick shower, I changed into some smart casual wear to hit the casino floor. I got dressed, turned the TV on and waited for Sunita. She walked out, her hair wet, clad in a nighty.

"Get dressed quickly." I said. "Let's go to the casino floor."

Sunita slowly walked towards me and sat down on the bed. She put her head on my shoulder and ran her hand over my cheek. I could feel heat radiating from her just-showered body. I turned and kissed her, slipping my hand into her nighty, fondling her massive breasts. I felt her wet hair touch my ear. Sunita slowly pulled me down to the bed, and I was on top of her. I opened her nighty buttons and started kissing her boobs and fingering her clit. She started moaning and squirming as I continued playing with her. A minute or so later, she started unbuttoning my shirt.

That's when I got up off the bed. Sunita looked at me, with a quizzical look on her face.

"We should..." I said, buttoning up my shirt, "we should go check out the casino."

And I ran to the bathroom. In there, I unzipped and tried to coax life into my dick. The only reason I had interrupted that very hot session was that despite my best mental efforts, an erection refused to form. I sat on the edge of the bathtub and started jacking off my dick. But to no avail. A few minutes later, I gave up, flushed the toilet to make it seem like I had gone to pee and walked out of the bathroom. She was right. I did need to see a doctor. I decided to make an appointment as soon as I got back.

Sunita had gotten dressed when I was in there. She was wearing an elegant knee-length wrap-around skirt and blouse with sequins. She flashed me a bright smile, but I could see the disappointment in her eyes. I thought of saying something about the performance issue, but instead she said,

"So you'll have to explain to me exactly how blackjack works."

"Oh, it's easy. It's all about getting as close to 21 as possible..." I was glad for the change in topic and spent time explaining the game's rules to her.

On the casino floor, we had a lot of fun. We first spent some time at the blackjack tables. I made 4 grad while Sunita lost roughly the same amount, leaving us even. We then watched the action on some of the poker tables, a game I liked but was not confident enough to gamble in. We then hit the slots. By dinner time, we had made a small profit. We had dinner at a swanky Chinese place on the strip. Our spirits were high. This really was turning into the vacation we wanted. We called up Sunita's sister and spoke to Chintu before deciding to take a walk on the strip.

As the evening wore on, I could not help but notice how smashingly sexy my wife looked. Tall, voluptuous, and with a beautiful face, she drew second and third glances from most men on the street. By the time we got back to the “Mountain view”, I was feeling a stirring in my loins. We got into the elevator, and as soon as the door closed, I pulled Sunita into my embrace and kissed her. She kissed me back hungrily as I pawed her spectacular butt. An erection began forming and she could obviously feel it on her thigh.

"Ooooh Sumit! In the elevator? Naughty!" she said between our kisses.

"I can't help it. You're just so...." I breathlessly started but was interrupted.

*beep beep*

Sunita froze for a second, but continued kissing me.

"Check who it's from." I said.

"It can wait." she said and tried to pull me back into a kiss. That's when the elevator reached our floor and the doors opened.

"I said, check who it is from." I was feeling rage build up again.

Sunita took her cell phone out of her purse and looked at it.

"Is it Rajiv?" I asked.

"Yes, but Sumit, he's just..." Sunita started saying. But I stormed out of the elevator.

I opened our room, turned the TV on and sat on the bed, looking very pissed off.

"He's doing it just to ruin our vacation." I said in an angry voice.

"No Sumit."

"Sunita, I want you to text back in caps - NEVER TEXT OR CALL ME AGAIN"

"Come on Sumit. Don't be silly."

"Sunita, DO IT!!!" I yelled.

She looked at me with tears in her eyes and a confused look on her face.

"Are you going to do it or not?"

"Sumit, please. It's so unnecessary. And rude."

"Fine. I am going to sleep." I said, and started changing.
(To Be Continued)

[Ramesh_Rocky]

my slut wife
part2


The next morning, neither of us made any reference to the fight last night. It hadn't been much of a fight. I changed into my night shorts, took a couple of Night Tylenol pills and was soon asleep. Sunita had been sobbing most of the time that I was awake. We had breakfast at a small diner and then decided to ride the tiny gondola in the hotel. We then went back to the strip, and checked out the other casinos - Bellagio, Caesar's, MGM Grand etc. Our conversations were mostly pleasant and cordial. Both of us were waiting for the other person to apologize.

We decided to have lunch at the “Mountain view”'s poolside restaurant. Sunita said she'd like to go upstairs and change. I asked what she wanted to change into, and her response was, a swimsuit. Despite the coolness between us, I smiled. I had not seen Sunita in a swimwear in several years. It would be a visual treat for sure. The swimsuit actually turned out to be a yellow bikini that went fantastically with Sunita's white complexion. It wasn't too skimpy or anything. But any bikini would have trouble containing her massive boobs. And her voluptuous perfectly shaped round butt looked great in the yellow bikini bottoms. She looked positively fuckable and if I had not been carrying the grudge from the previous night, I'd have jumped her right away. But for now, I just changed into swimming trunks, and wore a t-shirt.

Sunita tied a matching yellow sarong around her waist and we went to the poolside restaurant. We got a table right by the pool, and I could see that Sunita was getting a lot of admiring glances again, from men and women alike. I was particularly amused by an old bald man who was swimming laps gradually, and whenever he was close to us, would slow down and check Sunita out blatantly. I don't think she noticed though.

I was only halfway into my main course when Sunita announced she was full, and wanted to get in the pool. I simply nodded and continued eating. Since she had just eaten, she couldn't really swim too much, so she just did a couple of different strokes at the end of the pool close to me. As she did the backstroke, I could not help but feel a surge in my pants at the way her huge tits struggled to break free from the bikini.

As I looked away from her, I noticed that the old bald white man was splayed on a pool chair on the other side, again blatantly staring at my wife. I also noted with a chuckle that he was wearing a speedo - not something suited for his old paunchy body. He noticed me looking at him and smiled at me. I looked away and back towards Sunita who had now waded to the other side of the pool.

The old man got up from his chair and walked towards the edge of the pool. Standing up, he looked even more ridiculous in his speedo, with his paunch flubbing over it. I did however notice momentarily, before looking away, that the crotch of his speedo was massive, as if hiding a football. Must be an enlarged prostate, I thought myself. The old man dove into the water with a clumsy splash and started swimming. I watched curiously as he swam towards Sunita. And he said something to her.
She responded with a polite smile and said something. They were about 30 feet away from me so I couldn't hear what was being said. But the expressions on his face were very lecherous. I found the idea hilarious that such an ugly old man was actually even thinking of chatting up someone as gorgeous as my wife. She was used to the attention of hunks like Rajiv, after all. I was sure she'd slip away from him politely very soon.

"Sir, would you like to take a look at our dessert cart?" I heard the waiter say and I looked away from the pool. The dessert cart looked interesting. It had a chocolate soufflé which I knew Sunita liked. So I ordered it for her and a cheesecake for myself. The waiter made some small talk with me and put the dessert on the table and left.

I looked back and was surprised to see that the old man was still chatting up Sunita. She seemed to have an amused expression on her face and was saying short sentences herself. The conversation seemed to go on and on. Now she would occasionally giggle! I decided to put an end to the pathetic old man's desperate flirting attempts, so got up and walked towards the side of the pool they were at.

"Sunita!" I called out over the din of kids playing nearby. She was about 10 feet away from the edge. She looked at me. "The dessert is here. I ordered you soufflé."

Sunita nodded and glided through the water towards me. I noted with annoyance that the old man swam after her.

"What did you say?" Sunita put her elbows on the edge and asked me.

"The dessert. I ordered you..."

"And who might you be? Her father?" the old man came to a stop in the water right next to Sunita and interrupted me.

"Hehe..I told you he's my husband!" Sunita giggled. "Sumit, meet Rabi."

"Pleased to meet you." Rabi reached out his wrinkly hand towards me and I bent down in the waist to shake it.

Rabi grabbed my hand firmly, and without letting go, said,

"So you're the lucky son of a bitch who gets to take this gorgeous little pixie home every night huh?"

Gorgeous little pixie? This old geezer was at least a couple of inches shorter than her. I snorted a little and tried to free my hand. But Rabi's grip was surprisingly strong, and I found myself standing there crouching at his mercy.

"Why did a spicy bombshell like you settle for an old fart like him, huh?" Rabi said and started cackling. Still grabbing my hand. My ears went red with rage and embarrassment. I looked at Sunita who actually had an amused expression on her face.

"Hehe...I don't remember actually." she said and started giggling.

Finally Rabi released the vice-like grip on my hand. It relieved me, but only temporarily, because he put that arm around Sunita's shoulder and pressed it gently, and started cackling loudly.

I noticed him put his arm around her but Sunita either didn't notice or ignored it on purpose. She was still giggling. I was on the verge of jumping in the water and kicking this old man's ass. How dare he touch her in front of me? They had just met! But I resisted my instinct.

"Sunita, the dessert." I said in an annoyed voice.

She nodded and Rabi finally took his arm off her shoulder. Sunita put her palms on the side of the pool and pooled herself out of the water. As she got out, I saw Rabi staring at her butt rather shamelessly and with a smile on his face. I walked back with Sunita to our table. She took her seat and so did I. And, a few second later, much to my consternation, so did Rabi!

"Yeah, their souffle is the best." he said, moving his chair right next to Sunita's. "I have eaten at the most expensive restaurants in this country. And the souffle here is the best."

"Is that so?" I sarcastically asked. I found it hard to believe that this uncouth old geezer was an expert in fine dining.

"Oh yeah, I'm loaded. Got a dozen real estate companies all over the country."

"Really?" Sunita asked in what sounded like an awe-struck voice. And that annoyed me even more. The old man was clearly trying to impress her with talk of his wealth and she was buying into it!

"Yup! Ole Rabi's got a lot of cash in case you ever wanna leave this old fart." Rabi said and winked at Sunita who started giggling again.

This was the second time he had called me an old fart and it was beginning to piss me off. I might have been close to 50, but this geezer was close to 60, if not older. Where did he get off calling me an old fart? And why the fuck was my wife laughing at his boorish comments?

"Yeah, old Rabi knows all about livin' it up in Nepal. In fact, why don't I take you to dinner to a real fancy place tonight? And then some fine cocktails?" Rabi said looking at Sunita, and then without looking at me said, "Sumit, you can come too."
But before Sunita could say anything, I said,

"Sorry, but we're busy tonight. We have a lot of plans. Right, Sunita?"

I expected Sunita to concur with me. But instead she was silent, and was looking at Rabi with an odd expression on her face. That caused an awkward silence.

"Right, Sunita?" I said a little louder.

'Oh..umm...what's our plan for tonight?" she asked.

"You mean you aren’t got plans?" Rabi said, turning around to finally look at me. "It's settled then. I'll see you two in the lobby at 8!"

I glared at Sunita, expecting her to turn him down. Instead, she said,

"Okay, 8 it is."

"Splendid." Rabi said stroking Sunita's bare shoulder. "See you then, little pixie. Bye Sumit."
But…..I tried to say something
He acted like he hadn't heard me. Instead he slowly got up, and while he slid away from the chair, his crotch moved just inches away from Sunita's face. I noticed Sunita's head turn at once as she looked at the enormous bulge in his speedos for a split second and then looked away. I thought I heard Rabi chuckle as he walked away.

I was fuming silently until we got back to the room. Once we entered the room, I let loose,

"What a slimy pathetic old geezer! Why the fuck did you accept his invitation?"

"You could've said no." Sunita said calmly, unwrapping her sarong.

"I did. But you gave him a chance to put his foot in the door." I yelled.

"Come on, Sumit. He's just a silly old man. What harm can it do?" Sunita said, walking towards the bathroom. I thought I detected a hesitant tone in her voice.

I started saying something in return, but I heard the bathroom door slam shut. A few moments later, I could hear the shower being turned on. So I turned the TV on and sat on the bed watching it. It was over twenty minutes when Sunita finally stepped out of the bathroom wearing a nighty.

"Sumit, did you notice Rabi's.... you know....swimming costume?" she asked in mischievous tone.

"Huh?" I feigned ignorance although I knew exactly what she was referring to.

"You know, the size of it? You probably didn't notice. It was huge!" she said with a curious look on her face.

That pissed me off even more. I have always considered myself reasonably well-endowed at 6 inches. But whenever I read about men with really big dicks, I wonder if women care about it. Sunita had never before mentioned any other man's size. So this unexpected comment got me a little upset. But not wanting to seem insecure, I said,

"Well, it's probably an enlarged prostate or something." And went back to watching TV. Sunita shrugged.

I would have argued with Sunita about her behavior with Rabi more, but we had a web conference planned. With our son. So as soon as Sunita sat in to the bed, I took my laptop out, logged into skype and called Sunita's sister. Chintu was eagerly waiting for us, and we had a long conversation with him. He filled us in on every little detail of his two days with his aunt, from everything he had eaten, to the games he had played to what he'd seen on TV. It was almost two hours by the time we got done with the call.

After I closed my laptop, Sunita announced she was feeling a bit tired so wanted to take a short nap. I suspected this was just a ruse to avoid the Rabi topic, but I nodded and joined her for the nap.
(To Be Continued)

[Ramesh_Rocky]

my slut wife
part3


At 8 pm when we walked down to the lobby, Rabi was already there.

"Wow, you look absolutely ravishing." he said, staring at her up and down. He completely ignored my presence.

Sunita did look quite ravishing. She was wearing a pleated skirt that stopped an inch above her knees. And a sleeveless top with a bold neckline tat showed about an inch of her ample cleavage. I had thought of making a sarcastic comment about how she was getting all dolled up, but had decided against it. The end result was, she looked fabulous, and something that pleased me but also bothered me.

Rabi's full attire further made me doubt his claims of being wealthy. His pants looked fairly worn-out and his blazer seemed like one of those cheap tawdry ones you get for 1000 Rs on the street. He was also wearing a really horrible cologne, which he had clearly sprayed a lot of. This tawdrily dressed paunchy puny bald old geezer, was a stark contrast next to my wife who with her high heels, easily stood a head above him. But it didn't seem to bother him.

He led us to the restaurant which was on the same block. It did seem very swanky. When the waiter led us to our table, he pulled out a chair for Sunita. As soon as she sat down, Rabi swooped in, taking the chair next to her, forcing me to sit across from them. We started with small talk. Well, Rabi and Sunita started with small talk. I was being ignored once again.

Suddenly, the sound of music filled the air. I noticed that the band was positioned quite close to us and they had started playing. As the music started, I could barely hear anything Sunita and Rabi were saying. Rabi had his elbow on the table and was sitting almost facing Sunita completely. At one point of time, I noticed that he put his hand on her bare knee, and looked at Sunita with my eyebrows raised. She stared back with a slight shrug, as if saying, it was my job to stop him.

I did consider stopping him. But this old geezer was acting in such a lewd and disgusting manner, that I decided to let Sunita extricate herself from the situation. It's not like it was Rajiv touching her there. Even at this stage, with all the bravado Rabi had shown, I did not consider him an actual threat, but an inconvenience. So if his raspy wrinkly hands were bothering my wife, well, my wife should tell him to stop.

The drinks arrived. Sunita and I had both ordered drinks, and Rabi had ordered a double scotch on the rocks. He said something to her, which obviously I couldn't catch because of the music. She nodded. Then I almost fell off my chair as Rabi picked up his glass of scotch and put it to her lips. She took a small sip and coughed. Sunita hated scotch. She'd tasted it once many years back, and decided it was too potent a taste for her. As she coughed, Rabi laughed and put the glass to her lips again. This time she took a sip without coughing.

Rabi's hand had now come off her knee. But it was instead around her shoulder. Again, Sunita and I played the who-blinks-first game. I threw her a dirty look which she returned. The right thing to do would have been to rescue her from his leery grip by putting an end to this all. But this had now turned into an ego tussle. She was the one who should push him away, I decided.

Soon the waiter came to take our orders. I noticed that Sunita didn't say anything to the waiter, which meant the old fart had ordered for her. This bugged me even more. Sunita is very finicky about ordering food in a restaurant. Even when we go out in groups, she likes to order for herself. And here she was letting a practical stranger order food for her? I seethed in silence throughout dinner. Sunita and Rabi kept talking, his hand rubbing her shoulder when it wasn't rubbing his knees or thighs. By the end of the meal, his hand had pushed her skirt a couple of inches higher, and much more of her thigh was on display then at the beginning.

I had refused to blink, but was feeling very disgusted. I fought my disgust by switching from beer to scotch as well. And downing a few of them in haste as dinner progressed. Maybe it was the booze having its effect on her, but I thought that Sunita didn't look as uncomfortable as before. She had gone from being a little squeamish of his touch and having a hesitant look of alarm on her face to now wearing a blissful smile. She was barely touching her food although Rabi was wolfing his dinner down.

Finally dinner got done. I thought this was it, but instead, Rabi got up and said to me,

"We're gonna dance a little."

I looked at Sunita, but she was avoiding my gaze. Instead she got up from her chair and followed Rabi to the bar area of the restaurant where a handful of couples were dancing. From our table, I could only see part of the dance floor. Rabi and Sunita first started dancing in that area, with a foot of distance between them.

The contrast between them was stark. Sunita - beautiful, voluptuous, elegantly dressed, and tall. Rabi - half a foot shorter than her, dressed in cheap threads, bald, ugly, puny but with a paunch that stuck out from his blazer. Sunita moved gracefully, Rabi plonked around like a frog. But even with this mismatch, what bothered me was that the two kept their gazes locked into each others. And Sunita, far from looking bothered, wore a happy smile as they danced.

Sonds started and finished but they kept dancing for a good twenty minutes or so. Meanwhile the waiter had come and placed the check on the table and had made a few meaningful visits to look at it. Finally I put my credit card in the check folder and the waiter took it away. I was about to get up, interrupt the dancing and take Sunita home, when the song changed to a romantic ballad. An ideal slow dancing song.

I watched in horror as Rabi pulled my wife into a clumsy embrace and the two of them started gently swaying to the music. Rabi started off placing his hands on the small of her back, but then gradually slid them downwards. Until both his hands were on her shapely butt. He then started gentle kneading her butt, without any resistance from her. I looked around and saw a few people around them snickering and pointing. Even in Nepal, watching such a clumsily dressed old codger feeling up an exquisite beauty like my wife wasn't a common scene.

I watched with disgust, but also with a sense of vindication. This dirty old man was skillfully putting the moves on my wife. Right in front of me. And she was doing nothing to stop him. Obviously, I had been correct in my suspicions about Rajiv and the other guys. If she let this old sack of dough go this far, who knows what she had done with Rajiv when I was away? I felt my ears burn in anger as I watched them. Finally the dance came to an end. And the two of them started walking back to the table.

When Sunita took her seat, she looked into my eyes with a defiant expression. I was doing nothing to hide my rage. But it didn't seem to bother her. She looked away. I then looked at Rabi. As he sat down, I almost spat out my drink in shock. There was a huge tent in his pants. He was sporting a rather substantial erection. And, it dawned on me, this beast of an erection had obviously been rubbing against my wife when they slow danced. Or maybe it was a result of their slow dance.

The three of us sat wordlessly sipping at what remained of the last of our drinks. The waiter came back with the credit card slip and I signed it. Rabi looked at me and smirked, as if to say - "I was going to take you two to dinner, and instead you're paying while I rubbed my dick against your wife." I looked away from him towards Sunita who now wore a look that was all too familiar to me. After many a night on town, when we got home, she would sport this look - that of being drunk as well as being horny. Rabi's monster erection rubbing against her had clearly had an effect.

Rabi must have noticed it too, because I sensed a movement of his hand. And when I followed it, I saw it was headed towards his thigh again. Except this time, he didn't stop at just rubbing her thigh. It disappeared under her skirt. I looked up at Sunita who had now closed her eyes and had tilted her head back a little. Slowly her lips parted and I saw another familiar look. And alarm bells started going off in my head.

I realized that just a couple of feet away from me, Rabi was fingering my wife. Was he doing it over her panties? Or had he slipped his finger inside? There was no way for me to know. What I did know was, I was at a crossroads. Either I get up, throw a fit, and kick this old man's ass. Or I continue to be what I had been until then. A silent accomplice.

I don't what what made me opt for the second option. Maybe I was getting turned on by this ugly old man handling my wife like putty. But at that moment, I rationalized my non-action by telling myself, it's up to her to stop him. If she wants to prove me wrong and show me as a jealous paranoid husband, she should do something. I didn't realize though that Sunita was probably too drunk to think straight.

Rabi noticed that I had noticed, and flashed me a triumphant smile. He then poked her thigh with his other hand, and she parted her legs even more, providing him better access to her cunt. Sunita's face now wore an overtly sexual look. Her eyes were now half open, but she didn't seem to be looking at anything in particular. Her nipples were obviously erect because they were poking through even her bra and top. Her face had gone all red. And she seemed to be breathing heavily.

This scene lasted five minutes or so, until the band stopped playing and there was a minute of silence. Rabi took his hand out from under Sunita's skirt. Sunita let out an audible moan of disappointment. Her eyes opened completely and met mine. She looked away in shame. I wondered if she would end it now. But it wasn't in her hands.

Rabi got up. His erection seemed to have subsided by now. He said to me very matter-of-factly,

"I am taking her to my suite back at the “Mountain view”. You can come along too if you want."

I tried to search for words, but couldn't come up with any. Rabi held out his hand for Sunita. I expected her to take it. But instead, she was looking at me.

"Sumit." she said in a breathless voice.

"Hmm?" I said.

"Are you coming with us?" there was a plaintive tone of genuine conflict in her voice. Looking back, I now know that was the last chance I had to put an end to the depravity. I just stared at her.

" Sumit?" she asked, once more in that gut-wrenching voice.

A dozen different sentences sprung up in my head. "Don't go." "Let's go back to our room." "Leave this old fart here." "Stop the madness."

I didn't say any of them. I just said “I don’t know”.
“Come with us Sumit, what are you going to do alone here” Sunita whispered. Ok I said. Sunita exhaled loudly hearing my answer. Rabi was still holding his hand out for her. She took it and got up. Rabi put his hand around my wife's waist and led her away. I got up and followed them, as if in a slumber.

I walked behind Rabi and Sunita as we left the restaurant and went back to the “Mountain view”. I followed them into the elevator. Rabi slid his key and pushed the button for the top floor. Once the elevator door closed, he stood there, again kneading her butt. The elevator reached his floor and we walked to the suite.

(To Be Continued)

[Ramesh_Rocky]

my slut wife
part4

Rabi led us to the "living room" of the suite and turned on just one small lamp. The room was mostly dark, with just the one lamp illuminating it. Rabi headed to the minibar and poured three scotches, without ice. He handed one to Sunita and another to me. Sunita took her drink and sat down on the small couch. She took a sip and then looked at me, with a confident expression. I wanted to stop her, to rescue her. But I felt helpless. I sat down on a chair across from her. Rabi took his glass and sat down next to her.

Rabi then reached for the remote and turned the TV on. He turned it to one of the movie channels, and sat there, with his hands around Sunita,. We all sat there staring at the TV. Even Rabi, for the first time ever, seemed a bit nervous.
About ten minutes later, I noticed some movement. I saw Rabi pick up Sunita's hand and put it on his crotch which now had that massive bulge again. I looked away towards the TV. A few moments later when I looked back at them, there it was. Rabi's dick. I am not sure how big it exactly was, but it was a hell of a lot bigger than mine. And thicker. It was standing up from his open pants like a flagpole. And wrapped around it were my wife's elegant fingers. She was gradually stroking his dick, from the base to where the thick bulbous head protruded.

I looked at Sunita's face. She was staring at the TV, as was Rabi. But her stroking of his dick was getting faster and faster. This went on for a few minutes and then Sunita stopped. She took her hand off the dick and stared stretching her fingers. Her hand was probably tired. So Rabi took her other hand and put it on his dick, and she resumed stroking it. By now the monster cock was moist with all the precum that had oozed out. I could see even Sunita's fingers glistening. And I realized I too now had an erection in my pants that needed some relieving.

When Sunita took another break to change hands, Rabi took the opportunity to take her top off. She offered no resistance and was now sitting there in a black bra struggling to contain her massive tits. As Sunita, now without her blouse, started jacking him off again, Rabi started playing with her tits. He put one finger inside the bra cup and moved it all around. Then he scooped the boobs out of her bra. I stared in shock at how trashy Sunita looked at that moment, her boobs spilling out of her bra as she gave some dirty old man a handjob.

"Enough with the hands." Rabi brusquely said and slapped her hand away. He reached for her hair and pulled her head down into his lap. Sunita resisted a little. Only a little. I suspected it was for my presence. But within a few seconds, I could see her wide open mouth descending on Rabi's upright dick. She could take in less than half of it in her mouth before she let out a gagging noise.

"Not used to the size, eh?" Rabi said and chuckled. "I can see why. From that tiny tent in his pants."

Sunita took his dick out of her mouth and looked at me. Her eyes fell on my erection, and I think I saw a hint of a smile on her lips. But Rabi was getting impatient now. He roughly grabbed her hair and put his dick back in her mouth. Sunita now started sucking his dick enthusiastically. A little too enthusiastically. She made gagging and slurping sounds as she went to work on his dick. And I could not help but be aroused at the sight of this massive shaft going in and out of my wife's mouth.

"You've taught her well. I'll give you that much. She sucks dick better than any Indian chick I've been with." Rabi said as he nonch Rabitly unhooked her bra. Sunita slid the bra off and threw it on the floor. Now as she was hunched over on Rabi's lap sucking his dick furiously, her boobs swayed and touched his balls.

Rabi noticed, like I did, that Sunita slowly moved from being in a sitting position to putting her knees on the couch. She was now bent over with his shapely butt in the air. He reached for her ass and pulled the skirt up until it was bunched around her waist. Half an asscheek each peeked out from the side of her panties. Rabi started fondling her fleshy ass as she continued to suck his dick.

"Take it all the way in, sona." Rabi said and spanked her on the ass really hard.

Sunita tried, forcing her mouth down, but could not take more than three fourths the length in.

"All the way in, bay…al the way in." another loud slap on her ass. And then he pushed her head down. I started hearing gagging and spitting sounds as Sunita's head turned upside down. It seemed like his dick was now going down (or up) her throat. Sunita was in the most incredible position I had ever seen her in. Completely topless, skirt up to her waist, panties on display, and head upturned over a dick.

Finally Rabi let go and Sunita's head sprang up off his dick. She inhaled loudly and started coughing.

"You liked that, didn't you?" Rabi asked.

Sunita shook her head.

"Not you. This dickwad sitting here. You liked watching your wife take my whole dick down her throat like a sword swallower, didn't you?"

I stayed silent. What could I say?

"Well, then you're gonna love what I do to her next."

Rabi got up and pulled Sunita by the hair towards the side of the couch. She dragged her knees sideways on the couch to keep pace with his hair pulling.

"What you have here, my friend, is a slut. And I will show you how a slut is to be handled." Rabi said and pulled Sunita's head over the side of the couch armrest. Her stomach was resting on the armrest and her torso was hanging upside down over the side. From where I was sitting, I could see her hair had fallen over, and her massive tits were hanging next to her chin. She put both her palms on the floor for support. On the other side of the couch was Sunita's upraised butt and her knees which were still on the couch cushion.

"You know why she is a slut?" Rabi said as he roughly pulled her panties down in one motion. Even as she was being manhandled, Sunita co-operated by lifting her knees so Rabi could take the panties off. Sunita's perfectly shaped big butt was now completely naked and on view. It was hoisted in the air like a shapely white hill. And her wet pussy was visible from between her legs.

"Because only a slut...."

Rabi continued and loudly spanked her right asscheek. Sunita let out a yelp.

"..lets an old geezer like me...."

SMACK! SMACK! One on each asscheek. Two more yelps.

"....play with her cooch..."

SMACK! SMACK!

"...in front of her husband."

Rabi's hand formed red prints on Sunita's ass which was now shivering with the onslaught. I could not see her face, but if she was in distress, she certainly didn't say anything apart from her yelps.

"I will now show you how a whore like this is to be fucked." Rabi said and stepped out of his pants. His huge dick was now fully erect and throbbing and I got a good look at his thick bush which was completely white. He put one knee on the couch next to Sunita's leg, and his other leg was on the floor.

He took one step forward and with one hand lifted Sunita's left knee which was closer to me. He roughly pushed it ahead and upwards so it was propped on the armrest. Her asscheeks opened up in this position and her cunt and asshole were both visible. Sunita moved her hands on the floor a little to baabice herself in this new position. She looked incredibly hot, naked except for her skirt, thrown over the couch rest like a rag doll. Her long shapely legs splayed and open as this puny paunchy old man prepared to enter her.

Rabi took a step forward until his dick was touching her labia. He rubbed the head of his dick up and down her labia, her clit and even through her asscheek. Sunita's cunt and ass were now almost pulsating with desire, and the way she moved was a clear invitation if not an appeal for Rabi to take her. But Rabi was taking his time.

"Look at how dripping wet she is." Rabi said pointing to a big wet spot on the couch's armrest.

Finally he sopped moving his dick up and down and placed it at the entrance of her cunt. I was skeptical of her ability to take it in. It was obscenely thick, and Sunita would feel filled even when my dick entered her. So it was no surprise that the first couple of inches took some time going in. Sunita inhaled loudly and moaned as he pushed the behemoth in, her cunt lips wrapping around it.

"Oh sluts like these will pretend they can't handle it. But what they want is a big dick. I don;t care if you're Indian, Chinese or German. All women want a big dick to pump them." Rabi looked at me and said, and slid more of his dick inside. Now more than half of it was in Sunita who was grunting every time he pushed it in.

Rabi seemed to have decided that was as far as he wanted to push it in. He withdrew it a little and then started fucking her. The whole sight looked so perverse, it almost made me cum. My tall voluptuous wife, thrown over the couch with her hands on the floor, her boobs slapping against her chin with every stroke. And fucking her, a puny fat bald white man. His hairy ass rocked back and forth as he pummeled her. The wrinkly skin on his scrawny legs a stark contrast to her smooth milky legs. His hairy and flabby paunch rubbing against the curvature of her ample buttocks as they fucked made a small but audible scratching noise. It was heard only intermittently however, through the thuds of their thighs together.

Rabi then put both his hands on her shapely waist, moved forward and started banging her really hard and fast. He started grunting as he did that, and Sunita joined in with obscene sounding grunts of her own. Her boobs, hanging upside down, where now slapping against his chin really hard. And I noticed her nipples were more erect than I had ever seen them. Rabi moved his hands to her hips and held on tight as he started pounding my wife even harder. From her shrieks, she seemed to be enjoying every moment of it.

That was when I finally and fully came to terms with what was happening. My wife was being fucked like I had never been able to fuck her before. Sunita was a gorgeous woman who deserved the best kind of sex, which I hadn't been able to provide her. And my jealousy and paranoia in the past had been nothing but an oblique admission of my inability. Her being loyal to me would have been a waste of her god given looks and body. Maybe that's why I had not stopped these proceedings. Somewhere deep within, I knew that she needed this. She deserved this.

After what seemed like an eternity of fucking her like that, Rabi pulled his dick out. I thought he had cum, but that was far from the case. He stepped off the couch, his massive dick glistening with her pussy juices. He spanked her ass hard and said,

"Get up you dirty little slut!" Even in my state of shock and arousal I could not help but smile at the irony of this puny old codger calling her 'little'.

Sunita obediently took her palms off the floor and pulled herself into a standing position. Her skirt fell into place covering her pussy, and she stood there breathing hard staring at me. The look one her face was one I had never seen before - that of a wild animal in heat. Her eyes were burning with desire. There was drool all over her face. And her massive boobs were flushed and heaving with her breathing. She was staring in my direction but I don't know if she even registered my presence.

"Bedroom!" Rabi said and reached up to grab her hair. He pulled her behind him as he headed towards the suite's bedroom. As I said, she was a good half a foot taller than him so his pulling her by the hair made her bend down a little. Plus she was still wearing her heels. In threw steps, she stumbled and fell on all fours. But Rabi was in no mood to wait for her to get on her feet. He continued to drag her to the bedroom. Sunita followed the best she could, being dragged on her hand and feet. And I gazed in marvel at my wife's jiggling butt as she was led away, like the bitch in heat that she was, to the bedroom. -----

I got up and walked to the doorway of the bedroom. Rabi, in another surprising display of strength, had flung Sunita on to the bed. Rabi then got on the bed and almost ripped off her skirt and threw it to the floor. He then took her heels off and threw them to the floor as well.

Sunita's tall, shapely naked body was curled up on her side on the bed. Her hair looked disheveled. Her huge tits were heaving, taking her erect nipples with them. She had a glazed look on her face as she stared into nothingness. Rabi meanwhile took off his own shirt and shoes and got completely naked. All this while he was talking to me.

"You Indian men were blessed by god with such incredibly hot women. But you keep them subdued; force them to suppress their sexuality. What that does it turns them into sexual volcanoes ready to erupt any time they get some attention. Turns them into sluts waiting to be set free. That's what this little pixie is, isn't she? A slut. A volcanic slut."

Rabi got on the bed and spanked her ass really hard for the umpteenth time that night. Then he pushed her so she was on her back and lifted her legs by the knees so they were in the air. Her dripping pussy was on display as he held her long legs up like some logs of wood. Holding her legs like that, he continued with his monologue.

"This slut...or should I say whore...is slutty even by the standards of regular sluts. In my 61 years, I have never bedded a woman so easily. That too in front of her husband. What does that tell you, Sumit? Your wife has so willingly opened her legs for an ugly old fart like me. With you around. Can you imagine what she must be up to when you're not around?"

I looked at Sunita. But she seemed to be ignoring whatever he was saying. I watched in amazement at her hands which were between them, trying to reach for his erect dick which was inches away from her cunt.

"Haha, look at that. She is reaching for my dick. She hasn't had enough. When was the last time you fucked her, Sumit? And I mean REALLY TRULY fucked her like the whore she is? You should fuck her regularly or any guy who is willing to put in a few hours to chat her up and make her feel like a woman, will take her to bed"

I did not respond to Rabi's description of my wife, and neither did she. This night had convinced me that Sunita had indeed been screwing around behind my back. Rabi was right. My wife was a cock hungry slut, and I should not have expected her to be anything but.

Rabi smirked and pushed his hips forward to penetrate her as he placed her calves on his shoulder. Sunita moved her hips to accommodate him enthusiastically. He pushed his dick inside and started playing with her huge tits as they fucked. Another intensely perverted but erotic sight - my tall gorgeous wife laid out on her back, her long shapely legs on the wrinkly shoulder of this bald ugly geezer as he fucked her.

After a few minutes, he leaned forward, making Sunita's body bent in the waist almost to forty five degrees, and kept fucking her. I had by now grown immune to the animalistic grunts and moans both of them were letting out. They were engaged in the most primal form of coitus - fucking for the sake of fucking. Not once, I noted, had Rabi kissed Sunita's full beautiful lips. He was obviously interested in a different set of lips that he was now assaulting with his behemoth dick.

As Rabi's fucking picked up tempo, Sunita responded with louder grunts. The bed was shaking with the intensity of their raw fucking. Sunita moved her legs off Rabi's shoulder and wrapped them around his waist. I watched aghast as she locked her legs around and pulled him deeper into her. I realized that my wife had now taken all of Rabi's monster cock inside her. Will I ever be able to satisfy her in bed after this, I wondered.

Rabi responded to Sunita's legwork by ramming her cunt even harder. Minutes ticked by and I realized that it had been almost half an hour that this fucking had lasted. Was this man ever going to cum? He kept going and going. Their grunts kept getting deeper as well as louder. With each thrust, Rabi seemed to be planting his flag deeper and deeper into what was my territory.

Finally after what seemed like an eternity, Rabi flinched and let out a loud grunt as he increased the pace with which he battered my wife's cunt. Then his butt cheeks clenched, and so did Sunita's. It suddenly hit me - he was riding her bareback! No condom! And Sunita wasn't on the pill. He was shooting his seed into her - and judging by the amount of time he kept pumping, it must have been a lot of semen.

Rabi finished pumping his seed into her with a final hoarse grunt, and then collapsed on top of her. I could see his white chest hair mashing into my wife's delicious boobs. She kept her legs wrapped around his waist and hugged him in a tight embrace. The two of them lay there writhing and moaning for a couple of minutes, until they caught their breath. Rabi then, fir the first time that night, kissed my wife on her lips. It was a wet sloppy kiss - I could hear them drooling and salivating. The kissing went on for a few minutes.

Then Rabi tried to free himself from the grip of Sunita's legs which were still wrapped around him.

"No...please..." Sunita said in a pleading voice as she begged her new lover to stay with her.

"Yeah, in a minute, baby." Rabi said and freed himself. Sunita lay there with her legs open as Rabi stepped off the bed. I could see a river of cum oozing out of her cunt.

Rabi walked towards me, completely naked. His dick was semi-erect, but was still big enough to slap against his thighs as he walked. He walked past me and beckoned me to follow him. I mutely did. He poured two drinks and handed me one. He took his own and downed it in one big gulp. He put the glass down on the table with a thud and walked back towards the bedroom. I noticed how wrinkly and flabby his old man butt was.

Rabi stepped inside the suite bedroom and said to me,

"Finish the fucking drink and let yourself out."

With that he slammed the door shut. I sat down on the couch where he had first fucked my wife and started drinking.

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As I sipped my drink, I could hear muffled sounds of conversation and laughter through the door. That lasted for about ten minutes. After that conversation stopped. And a few minutes later, I could heard the faint sounds of my wife's moans. I finished my drink, and let myself out of the suite. I returned to our room, jacked off a couple of times and fell asleep.

I was woken by the sound of the door closing shut. I opened my eyes and saw Sunita walk in, fully dressed, with her purse. She put it on the table and laid down next to me silently. I thought of something to say but words failed me. After fifteen minutes of silence, I got up.

"I'm going to get ready and go to the casino floor." I said.

"Okay." Sunita calmly said. "I am going to take a nap."
(To Be Continued)

[Ramesh_Rocky]

My Slut Wife
last part


The next two days I saw little of Sunita. I spent my time in the casinos playing blackjack, and won about 20,000 dollars. She spent the day sleeping and spent nights and evenings with Rabi. Our last night in Nepal, I ran into them in the elevator and Rabi magnanimously invited me to the suite to watch, "as long as I didn't get in the way". In the room, I watched incredulously as Rabi threw my wife over the couch armrest like the first time, but buggered her in the ass this time. From the ease with which her asshole accommodated his giant dong, I surmised it wasn't the first time he had fucked her there.

Neither of us referred to what had happened on the flight back to Kolkata, nor when we got back home. We got back to our normal life as if nothing had happened. I came to terms with my being a willing cuckold and stopped pestering her about Rajiv. Now I knew that I was not enough for her. Although I never caught them in action and never asked Sunita to confirm it, I was sure they were having sex now. That is, if they weren't before.

What did change was sex life between us. I found my stamina and desire return and Sunita and I were now back to having sex almost every night. She was insatiable and I often wondered if I was able to fulfill 50% of her desires. But I didn't really care. My sex drive was back on track and that's all that mattered.

A month or so later, I came home to a surprising sight. Rajiv was sitting on our living room couch playing with Chintu. Sunita came out of the kitchen, saying Rajiv would stay for dinner as his son is staying in one of his relatives house.

Over dinner, with Chintu around, the conversation stayed polite and mundane. After dinner while Sunita put Chintu to bed, Rajiv and I sat in the living room sipping on brandy. I could not think of anything say, although I was dying to ask him - WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING IN MY HOUSE???

Sunita came back to the room. Rajiv and I were sitting on different couches, and Sunita seemed to think for a few seconds before sitting down next to me. Then she dropped the bombshell. She was pregnant. I was a little astonished, although I guess I should have expected it after getting obvious hints that Rajiv and Sunita fucking regularly in my absence. Rajiv must be fucking her bareback and deposits his wad inside her fertile womb.

"Is it mine or his?" I asked. After our Nepal tripped, she and I had often fucked bareback.

"I don't know, the only thing matters to me is that it's mine." Sunita shrugged. Rajiv had a smug smile on his face.

"Or is it Ravi's?" I asked tartly. Rajiv let out a chuckle.

"I can get a paternity test done. That's why I invited Rajiv over. To talk about....what to do."

And the three of us talked it over. Rajiv said he didn't care. I said I didn't care whose it was either. I would consider it my own child. We spoke about it for a while and thrashed out the details. With that matter settled, I expected Rajiv to leave, but instead, Sunita led him to our guest room. She then joined me in our bedroom and slept snuggled next to me. But when I woke up in the middle of the night to go to the bathroom, her side of the bed was empty.


The baby came two weeks three weeks after schedule. When Rajiv came to the hospital to see it, he joked that the baby had to be his - he was known for never coming too early. But the baby was definitely his. The curl black hair, the brown eyes, the odd shape of the forehead - I knew I would be bringing up Rajiv's son as my own
(The End)

[Ramesh_Rocky]

Wife sharing with my doctor

Part1


My wife is originally from India. When I married her, she was in her early twenties and her family had just immigrated to the US. Having been raised in a conservative background, she was always very shy about her body. I was always looking for ways to make her less inhibited. I wanted her to wear more revealing clothes, and to show off more of her body. I always found it a turn-on to have other men look at her. She had a slim, tight body and never failed to get attention from men wherever she went.

I had to transfer to a new job a few years after our marriage. As part of the transfer, I had to switch to a new HMO and had to select a primary doctor for my wife and I. I looked through the list of doctors with their pictures provided by my insurance company and picked out a white male doctor and signed him up as my wife's doctor.

My wife had to make a preliminary visit to see him just to get the paperwork done. She was a little uneasy about going to him because up until then she had only been to female doctors, both in India and in the US. I did not tell her that I had picked out the doctor for her. She thought that she was assigned to him at random. On the first visit, she had to fill out some forms and the doctor asked her about her medical and family history. After she came back from the visit, she told me all about the doctor and mentioned that he seemed like a very friendly guy.

Afterwards, I sent her to see the doctor a few times, usually for minor allergy problems that she used to have occasionally. He usually asked her to come back for another visit to follow-up on the medication she was taking. He also asked her to schedule a complete physical, but she was nervous about it and kept postponing it. I was quite excited by the idea and tried to encourage her to have the physical. She then confessed to me that she thought the doctor was starting to flirt with her during her office visits. She said that he commented on her looks and figure, and often asked personal questions. I told her that it seemed harmless to me and that she should have the physical if she thought that he was a good doctor.

My wife visited him several more times but she never made an appointment for her physical. After a few months, I happened to meet the doctor at the lobby of his clinic when I went to pick up my wife after one of her visits. He was a very impressive guy, tall and fit, with a firm handshake and a friendly smile. He looked older than he did in his photograph; he was probably in his mid-forties. After I talked with him about my wife's allergies for a while, I happened to mention to him that she was a good cook. He said that he was fond of Indian food, and would like to try her cooking sometime. I offered that he was welcome to come over for dinner to our house sometime. To my surprise, he took me up on the offer.

The doctor came over to see us the following weekend. My wife wasn't very happy that I had invited him home, but she still cooked a big meal for him. When he came over, she was wearing a simple ankle-length skirt and blouse, and she had her long hair tied in a knot. She was very petite and slim, and looked almost like a teenager. During dinner, I caught the doctor often stealing appreciative glances at her body. He complimented my wife on her cooking, and then continued to compliment her on her looks and figure. He said that he found Indian girls to be very attractive. My wife started blushing and it seemed like she was starting to like the attention she was getting from him.

He asked me more questions about her and how I met and married her. I told him truthfully that she was a virgin when I married her, and that she had not been with any other guy before or since. My wife blushed deeply when I said it, and pretended to be angry with me. I was starting to get turned on by my wife's embarrassment and decided to take this as far as I could.

After we finished dinner, he spotted a family picture of my wife on the wall. She was wearing a sari in the photo. He told her that she looked lovely in the photo, and said that he would have liked to see her wearing a sari. I asked my wife to go and change to a sari. She was reluctant, but I insisted and she left us to go and change. I poured the doctor a drink, and we went to the living room to watch some TV. We continued to talk about my wife, and he said that I was a lucky man to have a wife as attractive as her. I thanked him for the compliment and told him that my wife had told me good things about him and that I was glad to have him as her doctor. Somehow I was getting turned on by the idea that he was obviously attracted to my wife who was much younger than him.
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My wife joined us after a while wearing a beautiful red sari and stood before us. He immediately went to her to have a closer look. My wife had untied her long flowing hair. It reached nearly till her hips, and covered much of her back. He held her hair up with both hands to look at the sari closely. Since her blouse was cut low in the back, much of her shoulder was bare. She started blushing again, very aware of the show she was giving to both of us.

He then asked her how the sari is worn, and I explained that most of it is wrapped around her waist and one end is placed over the shoulder. He was surprised that there were no buttons or snaps to hold it in place, and gently lifted the end of the sari that was covering her shoulder and moved it away from her body. The small blouse that she wore under the sari was tight and made of very thin cloth and the outline of her bra and the shape of her breasts were clearly visible. She didn't expect him to do this so quickly, and she protested mildly, folding her arms across her breasts to cover up. I told her not to be shy since he is her doctor. She reluctantly dropped her hands giving him a good look at her figure.

My wife has relatively small breasts, but they were firm and well shaped, and a hint of her perky nipples was visible from even under her bra. The blouse was cut low in the front as well, and a little bit of her cleavage was visible. The blouse reached just below her breasts and her midriff was bare. She always wore her sari below her waistline, and since she had a very small waist, her navel and belly looked gorgeous above the folds of the sari.

He then dropped the end of the sari to the floor, and asked her to turn around, to give us a view from all sides. I already had a boner and was starting to wonder how far this would go. He asked her what she wore under the sari. She first blushed and pretended to be mad at him for asking, but then told him she wore a skirt. He knelt beside her and slowly raised the lower folds of the sari to reveal a little of her petticoat (underskirt) in matching red. He lifted her skirt to her knee, exposing the smooth skin of her calves. He then playfully asked her what she had on under the skirt. She didn't answer him, but she blushed deeply. He pretended to put a hand up her skirt, but she wiggled free of his grasp and got away from him. She looked flushed with a mix of embarrassment and excitement. He let her go, and we sat down again.

She then re-adjusted her sari and sat on the couch next to where we were sitting. I asked the doctor about the medication she was taking. He said that he had recommended a full physical for my wife, but that she had failed to schedule an appointment. He looked disapprovingly at my wife, and she started stammering an apology. I asked him what kind of tests she needed to have done. He said that she would need a basic exam and some special tests based on her medical and family history.
He then asked me whether we use birth control and if I wanted to get my wife started on birth control pills. I told him that we had been using condoms till then and that it would be a great idea for her to start taking pills since neither of us liked condoms much. My wife turned red as the conversation turned very intimate. The doctor said that he would have to give her a pelvic exam and a breast exam before he could write a prescription and offered to make an appointment at his clinic for a physical for her the next week. My wife seemed nervous upon hearing this but she did not have much choice at this point.

I told him that my wife was embarrassed about having a physical from a male doctor, but that it was perfectly OK by me. He said that it is quite normal to be nervous during a physical the first time, but that I was welcome to accompany her during the exam if it would help make her more comfortable. This sounded very exciting to me and I eagerly agreed. I joked with him later about how nice it was to be able to see many girls naked as part of his work. He admitted that it was interesting for him, but that most of his female patients were old women and it was nice to have a pretty girl like my wife to be his patient. My wife blushed upon hearing this and she seemed pleased to hear the compliment.

The doctor called us the next day to confirm the appointment for my wife's physical a few days later. It was unusual that he was handling the appointment himself instead of letting his office do it. It was clear to me that he was quite eager to have her in for the physical. I was eagerly looking forward to it as well. On the day of her physical, my wife spent considerable time getting ready, and I noticed that she had groomed herself meticulously. She wore a floral blouse and a flowing skirt that reached just above her ankles. She wore her best makeup and perfume and had given herself a manicure and a pedicure. I could tell that she was nervous and a little excited at the same time.

At the clinic, we were taken to the examination room where a nurse came in first and measured her height and weight and then took her temperature, pulse and blood pressure. She then left and then the doctor came in to talk to us briefly. After some small talk, he pointed to the gown provided by the clinic and told my wife that she could change into the gown if she wanted to, or she could just keep her street clothes on if she was more comfortable that way. He then left us, presumably to give her time to change. My wife looked at the skimpyThe doctor came back after a few minutes. He was his usual friendly self and he kept up the small talk as he started examining her. He first checked her eyes, ears and throat. He examined her neck and shoulders, and listened to her heart and lungs with a stethoscope. He then asked her to lie on her back on the examining table, and raised her blouse till her abdomen was fully exposed. He started feeling up her abdomen firmly with his fingers. My wife trembled slightly at his touch. He explained as he examined her liver, spleen and other internal organs thoroughly, at times inserting his finger under the waistband of her skirt and panties. He then asked her to turn over to lie on her stomach. He raised her blouse to the middle of her back, and examined her kidneys and spine.

He then asked my wife to get up and undress to her waist for her breast exam. She hesitated a bit, and then sat up on the table and started undoing the snaps on the front of her blouse. I helped her to remove it off her shoulders, revealing a lacy black bra. She undid the snaps at the back of the bra, took it off and sat up, with her hands crossed in her lap. Her embarrassment at sitting topless in front of the two of us was obvious. She looked very attractive and vulnerable at the same time. My wife has nicely shaped breasts with perky dark nipples, which stood out clearly. He asked her to raise her right hand and then started checking her right breast. With his bare hands, he felt up her underarm and all around her breast in a circular motion with three fingers pressing the flesh of her breasts. He asked her if she ever had a discharge from her nipple. She said no, but he still pressed a finger on her nipple, bending it to one side and lightly squeezing it. He then lowered her arm. He repeated the same with her left breast, while holding up her left hand over her head with his other hand. He asked her if she ever did breast self-exams and she said no. He said that she should do them regularly in the same way that he just did, and placed his hand again on her breast to show her the area to cover.

He told her she could put her clothes back on. I watched as my wife put her bra back on and then I helped her with her blouse. He then told her that he would do the pelvic exam next, and that she could keep her skirt on and just remove her underwear. She blushed upon hearing this, and reluctantly got down from the table. She then awkwardly reached under her skirt to lower her panties. As she stepped out of them, I noticed that they were lacy black panties that matched her bra. He helped her to get up on the table and asked her to lie down and then slide down the table. He raised her skirt to the waist and gently spread her knees apart. He lifted each of her feet onto the supports on the examination table . He then switched on the spotlight directly above the examination table. My wife's legs, thighs and pubic area were completely exposed, and her light brown skin glowed in the spotlight. Her pussy was very smooth and cleanly shaven, which is the way she usually kept it. It seemed that she had waxed or shaved her legs especially well for her exam, because she did not have a single hair visible anywhere.

After talking briefly about pelvic exams, he spread her pussy lips gently apart. He ran his finger along the outer labia and spread them open a little. He spread a drop of lubricant on his fingers and inserted his index finger into her pussy gently. I thought it was unusual that he did not wear gloves as I had expected. He explained what he was doing as he went on examining her insides for a while. Her pussy lips were slightly moist and I noticed that his finger too was moist when he withdrew them. He explained that he was going to examine her cervix. He rolled one finger around her cervix and pressed it lightly against it. My wife squirmed a little, but he continued. He then also added his middle finger and I watched excitedly as his fingers disappeared inside her pussy. He said that he was trying to check her uterus and ovaries for any abnormalities. He had big hands and I found it very arousing to see two of his fingers inserted up to the third knuckle inside her pussy. He twisted his fingers around inside her pussy, checking it from every direction. With his fingers inside her pussy, he felt up her hairless pubic area with his left hand, pressing down firmly with his fingers. gown and decided against wearing it.
He then got a speculum and gradually inserted it in her while holding her pussy lips apart with the other hand. She winced when she felt the cold material entering her. I was amazed at the view he had of my wife, with her legs spread obscenely apart and her cleanly shaven pussy on display, held open with the speculum so that he could see deep inside her pussy. The insides of her pussy looked very moist and pink. My wife looked a little uncomfortable and nervous, but it seemed that she had gotten over her initial embarrassment. He checked her cervix closely with the speculum, and took a sample for a Pap smear test.

He then said that he would next check her rectum for hemorrhoids or other abnormalities. She had clearly not expected this and neither had I. He removed her feet from the supports and asked her to turn over and lie on her stomach. I watched excitedly as she turned over and he raised her skirt to expose her buttocks and thighs completely. She has a nicely rounded bottom, and it was a stunning sight to watch my wife's ass being so clearly exposed in the spotlight. He separated her legs a bit till her anal area and even her pussy was clearly exposed. He left her in this embarrassing position to go to the cupboard to get a pair of latex gloves. He put on the gloves, then squeezed out some lubricant and smeared some on his gloved index finger. He spread her butt cheeks apart with his left hand and inserted his index finger gently into her ass. My wife gasped and grabbed the edge of the table tightly as she was not used to any anal contact. He told her to relax her muscles as he inserted the finger all the way in and rolled it around inside her. He continued to check for about a minute. When he was done, he took some tissue and wiped the excess lubricant from her anal area.

He wrapped up the rest of the exam in another few minutes. After he was done, he helped her get down from the table. She put her panties back on and sat up on the table. He explained more about the birth control pills, gave her some free samples, and asked her to start taking the pills every day. He told us to use condoms for another month because it would take a few weeks for the pill to be effective.

I found the whole procedure quite arousing and couldn't wait to get back home to fuck her. When we got home, I was pleasantly surprised to find her to be quite responsive to my caresses. As I entered her, I found her to be as wet as she had ever been.

After a couple of days, my wife called me at work one evening and excitedly told me that the doctor had called to tell her that her test results were normal. She had talked to him for a while on the phone, and he had ended up inviting himself for dinner. He was on his way to our house and she was cooking dinner in a hurry.

I deliberately stayed at work for another hour and took my time getting home. When I got home, I found them in the kitchen. He was tasting the food she had prepared. My wife's face was all red, and it seemed like there was some intense flirting going on. We had a nice dinner and I found that our conversation had become much more intimate no doubt partly because he had seen my wife naked just a couple of days ago. He asked us if we were still using condoms as he had told us to. I told him that we have been using condoms every day. My wife blushed at the implication of what I said. He told her that she would probably enjoy sex more after we stop using condoms, because she would be able to feel it better. This kind of talk was turning me on, although my wife was painfully embarrassed. I told him that we sometimes have sex without a condom when it is a safe time of the month for her. I said that she likes it better when we do it without a condom, but that I do not come inside her for fear of her becoming pregnant.

He then asked me if she enjoys sex. I told him that she usually does not come during sex, but she climaxes easily when I finger her or when I go down on her. My wife was so embarrassed she covered her face with her hands, but we ignored her. He asked next if we use a lubricant or whether she has enough natural lubrication. I said that we usually use some lubricant, but that we don't need it if I caress her long enough, because then she gets quite wet.

He then asked me if I wanted him to check her out to make sure everything was all right. He had a slightly evil grin on his face that told me that he wanted to more than just check her. It sounded good to me however, and I told him to go ahead. He got up and sat next to her on the couch. He put his arm around her and gave her a hug and a quick kiss on her lips. She looked at me like she couldn't believe what he was doing, but I told her it was all right. He asked me again if it was OK to kiss her and I smiled to indicate my approval. He held her head with both his hands and started kissing her in earnest. I thought it was best to leave them alone for a minute, so I excused myself pretending to go to the bathroom.

When I came back, he had picked her up and placed her on his lap, and he was still kissing her deeply. She had her eyes closed and mouth open. His tongue was exploring her mouth and she seemed to be melting in his arms. I wasn't bothered at all by this and in fact found it very sexy to watch them together. I dimmed the lights and sat on a chair at the other end of the room and watched them intently. I watched as he held her head with one hand, and put his other hand under her top to caress her breasts over her bra. I could tell that my wife was very excited and she seemed to tremble at his touch. Very soon he raised her hands to remove her top over her head, and then slowly unhooked the thin white bra she had on and let it fall to the floor. She seemed giddy with excitement, and eagerly opened her mouth again as he continued to kiss her.
I could barely believe that my wife was sitting topless on another man's lap, but the sight was incredibly exciting to me. He was more than a foot taller than my wife, and she looked very tiny next to him.

He then got up, lifted her off his lap and laid her on her back on the couch. He then knelt on the floor beside her, and kissed her passionately on her mouth, and then moved down her body, covering her neck, breasts and belly with kisses. My wife seemed to be in another world altogether, and was responding to his touches with giggles and moans that seemed to excite him even more. He slipped one hand under her skirt and started feeling up her thighs. Her skirt had ridden up to her thighs showing her legs and bare feet. Her toenails were painted pink, and her feet looked very shapely and delicate. He started kissing and licking her feet and legs, tickling the soles of her feet mercilessly for a couple of minutes as she laughed and thrashed about uncontrollably. He then reached under her skirt and lowered her panties and removed them, as she lifted her buttocks to allow him to take them off.

He resumed kissing her neck and boobs and licking her nipples with his tongue. He slipped his hand up her skirt again. She started squirming and it was clear that he had a finger or two in her pussy. He continued fingering her for several minutes while he went back and forth between her nipples. Finally he withdrew his finger. It was dripping wet. He tasted her juices and then suggestively slipped the finger in her mouth and made her lick her own juices.

He then turned to where I was sitting, and asked me if I could give him a condom. I hadn't expected things to proceed this fast, but I went to the bedroom, got one and gave it to him. I guess this was his way of asking my permission to fuck her. My wife seemed surprised by this as well, but before she had time to think, he gave the condom to her. He then unbuckled his belt, lowered his jeans and revealed a very visible erection within his jockey shorts. He then motioned to my wife to put the condom on him. She hesitated for a second and looked at me and I told her to go ahead. My wife got down, knelt on the floor and then lowered his underwear with his help. His cock was very stiff and pointed almost straight up with a prominent pink head. She struggled to get the condom packet opened, and then tried to put it on him. She had never put on a condom before since I always did it myself. She fumbled with his cock and the condom for a while, trying to get it on. His cock was thicker and longer than mine, and I was fascinated to watch her handling his cock. After she was done, he stepped out of his jeans and shorts, and laid her on her back on the carpeted floor and lifted up her skirt all the way, revealing her smooth thighs and pubic area. He placed a cushion under her butt to position her pussy at the right height.
He kissed her briefly on her pussy and flicked his tongue over her clit. Her brown pussy lips looked moist and inviting. He then parted her legs, folding them at the knees and raised them till her knees were above her chest. He knelt beside her and entered her effortlessly. He started with slow, deep strokes. My wife bit her lower lip and closed her eyes, wincing occasionally when he thrust deeply into her. I could not see her pussy clearly from where I was sitting, but it was incredibly erotic to watch her with her legs spread widely apart, and his butt bobbing up and down between her legs. His skin looked very pale against the golden brown complexion of her legs. He kept this up for a while and then started thrusting harder and faster, causing my wife to let out a grunt as he entered her each time. She was not used to this, because I was usually much more gentle with her. I suspected that it was hurting her a little, but she did not say anything or to try to stop him. She was also breathing faster and started to sweat a little.





(To be continued)

[Ramesh_Rocky]

Wife sharing with my doctor

Last Part
He continued thrusting harder, occasionally stopping to catch his breath. He clearly had a lot more endurance than I did, and it took quite a while for him to come. As he was coming, he started grunting loudly and thrust into her ever more vigorously. After he was finished, he rolled over to the side and they snuggled for a while, completely ignoring me. He rolled her over on top of him and made her bounce on his softening cock until it slipped out of her. My wife seemed tired and sweaty and had a look that said that she had been very well fucked. He asked her to remove the condom from his cock and she disposed it off. He then asked for a napkin. She grabbed a napkin from the end table and wiped off his cock, which was covered in his cum. I was surprised because she had never done this for me. She then gathered her clothes and ran to the bathroom to clean up. As the doctor put his underwear and jeans back on he told me that he thought my wife was very sexy and that he really enjoyed making love to her. When my wife came back, he kissed her passionately again. He soon left thereafter.


My wife was a little nervous after he left, worrying about what she had done, and wondering whether anyone would find out. I assured her that it was OK with me, and that the doctor would be discreet about this (which he was).

The doctor called my wife again the next week to chat, and asked if he could stop by again. When she asked me about it, I happily agreed. I found that my wife didn't seem to object anymore either, and had in fact already invited him to visit again.

He showed up the following weekend with a bouquet of flowers for my wife, which of course pleased her very much. He gave her a big hug and a kiss on her lips as he came in.

Just we she started serving dinner, he made her take off her blouse and bra and told her that he wanted to enjoy looking at her breasts for the rest of the evening. My wife reluctantly agreed. I found it a huge turn-on to watch her topless as we sat at the dinner table. I opened a wine bottle and made sure that all of us had a couple of glasses to drink.

After dinner, he immediately started cuddling with her. This time he undressed her fully and he also got completely naked. They cuddled naked on the couch for a while. He had a nice build and it was clear that he kept in good shape. He was taller and quite bigger than me. He had broad shoulders, a hairy chest and strong arms, all of which my wife seemed to like.

He then picked up my wife and made her sit on his lap and started nibbling on her tits. He put her down on the floor and sat up straight on the couch, took her hand and placed his cock in it. He motioned her to come closer to his cock and my wife understood that he wanted her to suck him. My wife had given me blowjobs a few times before, but only as a prelude to sex. He caressed her hair and brought her head closer to his cock, and she opened her mouth and wrapped her lips around the head of his cock.

She had deep red lipstick on and it was a wonderful sight to see my wife kneeling on the floor and taking his cock into her mouth. He was circumcised, and his cock looked very different from mine because of his white skin, the bulbous pink head, and the light brown hair that covered his pubic area. He instructed her to do various things with her mouth, like licking up and down the length of his cock, flicking her tongue across the head of his cock, and kissing the underside of his cock and his testicles. He would then again have her take his cock into her mouth with her lips wrapped tightly around it, with his hands guiding her head up and down the length of his cock. She got the hang of it quickly and started doing it without his help, holding onto the base of his cock with her thumb and index finger. When he was close to coming, he would stop her and ask her to lick around and below his cock. This was repeated several times, until his cock was covered in her saliva and smeared lipstick.
Unlike the first day, I sat very close to them this time, so I had a very clear view of all this. When he finally started coming, his cock was still inside her mouth, but he pulled out quickly and his cum fell on her chin, neck and breasts. She acted like she was grossed out, but he made her hold his cock and pump him until the last few drops came out. He then made her kiss his cock again. He was starting to go soft again, but he asked her to continue to lick his cock till he was hard again.

When he was erect again, he fucked her on the living room floor as he had done before. This time he didn't use a condom, and came inside her when he finished. She then ran to the bathroom to clean up, and came back after a while with a damp cloth and wiped off the cum and her juices from his cock.

From then onwards, we saw him on several weekends. He would stop by on a Friday normally. He would always bring a nice gift for my wife, including expensive items like jewelry occasionally. Sometimes he would stay overnight and leave the next morning.

He got her to do many things she had never tried before. He liked to be quite aggressive with her and treated her more roughly than I ever did. She didn't seem to mind it much, and I let him push her around a little bit. He clearly enjoyed the power he had over her, and especially seemed to like to take her in front of me. His favorite was to do her doggy style on the floor, or to have her sit on his cock and ride him. She had done neither of these before. He would usually make her face me, so that I could see the expressions on her face. It sometimes took him a while to get an erection. Usually she had to suck him for sometime to get him up. But once he was up he took a long time to come. He taught her to rub her clit as she was riding his cock, and she learned to get herself off this way. He also got her gradually to let him come in her mouth. She first used to spit out his cum, but eventually he got her to swallow most of it as her came in her mouth.

When he stayed over, he would sleep in our bed with us with my wife in the middle usually wearing only a T-shirt and panties. He would spend much time cuddling with her, and would usually fuck her in the morning as I lay next to them watching. When he took a shower in the morning, he would take her with him to the shower and have her soap, wash and dry him off. She was happy to go along with his demands and I didn't mind it much either.

We also went to his place several times. He had a nice condo in the city. He had a well-stocked bar and he liked to play drinking games with my wife, usually getting her very drunk. She gets drunk easily and is a lot of fun when she is drunk. We made up several silly games designed so that my wife would lose and would have to take off her clothes or perform various sex acts on him or me. He had a small collection of porn movies that we watched together. My wife had never seen any before and it was an eye-opener for her. We got her to try to imitate some of the girls in the movies.

We never did a threesome. Sometimes he would ask her to suck me or to have me fuck her while he just watched us. I always preferred to watch them do it. Those days I used to fuck her almost everyday, so I didn't mind holding back on those days when saw the doctor. It was very exciting for me to watch my wife with another guy, especially an older white guy who really seemed to get off on doing it with a shy, married Indian girl.

We continued this for several months, after which we had to move to a nearby town and saw him less often. My wife continued to see him as her doctor for a couple more years. He even continued to do my wife's annual exams. Of course, I always went with her for her exams and they never failed to arouse me.

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HOUSEWIFE WANTS A BABY

PART1

She was at her husbands works annual party again, this was the 3rd year and she loved it, Sunil, her husband was well thought of and a rising star, he was assistant to the deputy MD and knew if he kept his nose clean and his work and success rate up he was a shoe in for the deputy's job when he retired in 6 months time.

Then the next thing would be to make sure was in line for the top job in a few years time, he was only 36 and brighter by far than any other possible contender for the job he was after.

He had told his wife that their future was secure almost, just the final push and he would be there, and then as far as he was concerned it would be easy street for her, and she was happy, in a way.

Her only problem was lack of children, they had both had tests and it all came back clear as a bell, no issues, both had their reproductive organs in top order, but nothing ever happened. She never got even close to pregnancy, no late periods, nothing, and it was burning her up inside.

They went to all the clinics, did all the things they were supposed to, fucked like rabbits in her most fertile time, and nothing, fucking nothing!And more to the point at nearly 40 years of age her biological clock was ticking louder and louder.

She was being unfair she knew, but she was secretly blaming her husband, she loved him but she wanted a baby, a family and he wasn't firing the right bullets as far as she was concerned now. She was one of 5 in her family so she knew her side was okay, he was an only child, a late one at that, so it stood to reason that her parents had been lucky to conceive.

Her next fertile period was a just over a week away, she was already hoping for it to happen, but now she was stressing herself which wasn't good for her if she wanted to catch on, she had even said to herself if we don't get it right this time, I'm gonna look
elsewhere! She admonished herself for this bad thought.

Sunil himself was stressing too, he was finding it harder and harder to perform in the way he wanted to, he too wanted a family and had even stupidly mentioned adoption, Deepali had gone ballistic last week when he brought it up.

They had gone to all the specialists they could, the money they were spending was astronomical, and it was worrying too, he had gone to the company doctor and poured his heart out, he even asked Deepali to see her, just to see if the doctor could advise them of something new. Deepali had told the female doctor in a private moment that she would do almost anything to get pregnant, the doctor too had done all she could, she even talked it over with her husband who was also an employee at their firm.

He was a manager of the site fields division and had a respected position but even he knew he would never attain Sunil's aspirations, but it didn't bother him, he wasn't a very materialistic kind of man and neither was his wife, and they was more than happy with their lot.

They had an open marriage and were quite happy, they had tried other partners and enjoyed it, gone to a few swing clubs etc, but were always honest about it and each was informed of possible escapades as they liked to call them.

The doctor had talked over the problem of Sunil and his wife Deepali with her husband Sushant although she would never mention it to another soul she was already breaking her Hippocratic vows to discuss it with her husband, but it was good to bounce ideas off each other.

Ankita, who was a lovely auburn haired 43 year old, the same age as her husband Sushant, talked at length about it, and Sushant laughingly had said, 'maybe I should give her a go!'

'Maybe you should Sushant, I have an idea she might be susceptible to a seduction, if it was done properly?' Ankita had said.

'She is a beautiful woman Ankita I think I might, wouldn't you mind too much? She is also a fellow workers wife too Ankita?' Sushant asked. 'Not me lover, just make sure I know all the details okay? And maybe I can deflect her husband while you make the attempt,' Ankita said.

Sushant was a good looking man, over 6ft, broad shouldered didn't drink a lot, never smoked and had an aura about him that he had found through his wonderful wife to be a very good aphrodisiac when it came to women, and virility was part of his armor, he was also a very charismatic man, women warmed to him subconsciously, and that's how their life was formed, after training himself, he was able to seduce a fair amount of them, and Ankita also found it easy to have her way with men of her choosing.

He had met the beautiful Deepali a few times and had always lusted after her and always made sure to chat with her on her own if he could, and always left her with the definite impression that she was on his wanted list, but as she was a fellow employee's wife; he and Ankita had decided those employees and their wives were on a very definite no no list, but not now.

Deepali was slender woman who could walk down a street and practically stop traffic if she was dressed up, and was even stunning if she wasn't, her hair was bouncy, and light shone through it, it was naturally glossy but she took great care with it, it was worn lengthy and she also loved to pile it on top of her beautiful head and wear dangly fashionable earrings.

It gave her extra height of around 5ft 8" and added 3 or 4 inches, in her heels she would seem to tower over others, she was dressed like it tonight, her make up was perfect, not too brash, and just right for the demure woman she liked to portray.

Her lovely face was set off by her appearance; a long slender shapely neck gave her poise, to her slightly sloping shoulders, her arms were flawless as was the rest of her body, not a blemish was in sight, her long evening gown was made of silk and it clung and swayed to her gorgeous body when she moved, she was the envy of every man there, and some of the women too.

She was full breasted but not overly, her nipples were lovely nuts of sensitive texture that would try her patience sometimes even when unbidden they would arouse her without warning, they pointed out and up, not down like lots of women.

Slim waisted on sensual hips, long legs that went on forever, even naked she could and did look alluringly beautiful and many men had tried to seduce her, but she had fought off all the attempts to bed her.

At the party that night Sushant planned his slow seduction of Deepali, he and Ankita had decided to let her get Sunil to one side, and allow Sushant a free ride at her and try and find a way in, his first action was to make sure her glass always had wine in it.

They chatted a lot, went their different ways a few times so no one would see them together too much, her believing he was a perfect gentleman, and he hoping like hell he was on the right path, her perfume and dazzling smile was intoxicating.

It was late in the night around midnight that he ended up chatting again after a dance with Deepali and was sat on a sofa. When Sushant mentioned the fact that he knew they were childless and asked if it was intentional to not have a family, because he was absolutely certain that she would be a fantastic mother, everything about her shouted she should be a mother that he could see it in her eyes that she was made for it.

He had said all this knowing they were trying desperately, and wanted to hit her right in her heart, he was trying to get her to open up and let him in, to give info about her situation, but didn't allow her to respond until he had said all he had prepared himself to say.

He awaited her response quietly, her eyes clouded over and because she had had a bit to drink it loosened her tongue a little and she blurted out as tears filled her gorgeous eyes that they were trying so hard to conceive, and she was desperate to be a mother, she would do anything for a baby, and she was at a loss as to what to do next.

He apologized for her distress and asked her to walk outside for some fresh air, she looked for her husband, but Sushant knew Ankita had moved him somewhere,.As they passed through the French windows Sushant took her lightly by the elbow so as not
to alarm her, he guided her gently to a quiet corner on the large balcony that over looked the moonlit sea, it was a fabulous view.

They talked and Sushant gently probed her about her problems and she dabbed at her eyes to dry the tears and not allow her mascara to run, he was a considerate listener and before long she was telling him everything, he took her in his arms and shushed her softly, her heart was breaking from the need of her own baby.

He held himself to her so she could feel his erection touching her leg but he didn't drive it at her, he wanted her to know that it was mans natural reaction when holding such a beautiful creature that a hard on was to be expected.
She did know, and she did realize it, but didn't pull away because she knew he was acting in a normal way, and anyway she liked it.Sushant was in heaven he was almost there, maybe not tonight right here right now, but maybe the next time, there would be a next time because he was going to call her and talk some more about her problem.

He slowly leaned back from her but carefully leaving his prick nestled against her, and looked into her beautiful brown eyes, and said the words that would seal the deal or kill it in one fell swoop. He knew it was a chance he was taking, but one he felt was right to take in this moment in her hopeful seduction.

He whispered to her softly while steadfastly holding her gaze, she was partly mesmerized by his eyes as she gazed back at him and waited for what he had to say.'There are other definite ways to give yourself every chance to have the baby you so desire
Deepali,' he told her. He pulled her gently back into his warm safe arms and waited while his words sank in.
It took all of 20 seconds before she moved her body voluntarily or involuntarily against his, he wasn't sure yet. She tipped head up and met his eyes again, 'what do you mean Sushant?' she whispered.

She knew exactly what he had meant; he knew that, she was bidding for time to respond properly.'You know what I mean Deepali, you are a beautiful sensual gorgeous woman that needs fulfillment in her life, fulfillment that only your own baby can bring,' he said, without saying he wanted to fuck her, he wanted her to get the message that he was only wanting to help her in her desperate quest.

His words hit right at the centre of her being, her next words sealed it, although she was unaware she was being manipulated by this lovely sexual tender man, because she felt she had at last found someone who understood her needs and her dreaded fears, and on top of that it was a man too, which took her by surprise and unknowingly fuelled her fire of need, it then came into his mind that not only was it his wish to fuck her and fuck her often, he wanted to give her the baby she so wanted.

'But Sushant, I'm married how can you help me?' she was unknowingly giving in, it would still take a little work on his part but he knew if he played his cards right, she would submit, and he would fuck her whenever he wanted to.

'Yes Deepali I know you are married, but you wanting a baby has nothing to do with being married, it's your inalienable right to have children, and I know I can help you achieve that goal honey,' his cock was still gently wedged in between her legs and was licking at her pussy, she moaned and he knew he was almost there now.

'Oh Sushant, oh Sushant,' she whispered against his chest. He bent his head and kissed her neck and slowly moved his perfect teeth across her bare shoulder, she shivered moaned and moved against him, unwittingly pushing against his fully erect prick.

He tipped her head up with his fingers and kissed her softly, powerfully and sweetly she responded to him, he looked about him and spotted a gazebo 20 yards away in the grounds of the hotel and without any hesitation, took her small hand and pulled her after him, she went with him in a daze of arousal, desire and the urgent need to be made pregnant, any thoughts of her marriage and her husband was washed away by this overriding need for full womanhood.

They were there in seconds, he kissed her some more, fondled her super aroused sensitive tits and pulled her dress up her smooth legs, it slipped up easily, while he guided her hands to his prick to keep her suspended in this irretrievable state she was in now.

She stroked it, grasped it and moaned loudly into his mouth, he felt for her pussy, and snapped her panties away in a ripping motion, he stood her against the railing to help support her and putting his hand under her knee lifted it and pushed leg around his back, she did so and her foot pressed into his back while her knee was up under his arm, pulling open his pants he drove his prick into her in one throbbing hit.

'Oh Sushant, Sushant please,' she wailed quietly, 'make me pregnant Sushant please?' She was begging him; her need for it overwhelmed her.He drove into without thought for her, he wanted to fuck her so bad, so hard, and he succeeded, it never took very long before he shot his load into her but it did the business for her, she followed his lead and came straight after he did, her body exploded internally as her orgasm tightened its grip on her.

'There now my beautiful darling,' he whispered into her ear, 'that was the first load, you'll get as much as you need until you start to swell baby.'He helped her redress herself, zipped up his own pants and said, 'come on Deepali we have to get back before we are missed.' 'Yes Sushant,' she said, but not before beautiful woman gave him a loving kiss and saying, 'thank you for that.'
They hurried back just in time to see Sunil and Ankita appear at the opposite side of the room, Sushant and Ankita exchanged knowing looks.
Deepali dashed off to the ladies room followed by Ankita, both to clean themselves up, leaving Sushant and Sunil at the bar. but Sushant was fine and got them both drinks, Sushant chatted about this and that until Sunil relaxed at last.

Ankita and Deepali appeared, Sushant immediately took charge so they could all settle down.Sushant looked at Deepali knowing her panties were in his pocket, and she, knowing it too gave Sushant a look that said she was okay and happy about things.

As the party broke up and everyone made their way out Sushant sidled up to Deepali and stroked her soft toned arse and whispered, 'I'll call you on Monday baby okay?' 'Yes Sushant,' she murmured back, 'I'll await your call, and Sushant? Thank you for tonight.' She glided and flowed away from them with Sushant's eyes on her arse and flowing body, his cock gave an almighty jerk at the sight.

Ankita's voice brought him out of his reverie, 'so you got it all then Sushant, it must have been too easy honey? Were you a little disappointed?' she asked him. 'No Ankita it wasn't easy,' he said, 'it took a great deal of sacrifice for her, but there again she
didn't know who she was dealing with my darling!' He laughed to her as he hugged her tightly, 'come, lets go home.

That night because of the sublime quick fuck she had gotten from Sushant and the wine, she slept like a baby.

In the morning she awoke to see Sunil leaving the bedroom to go to work even though it was Saturday, she had momentarily forgotten about Sushant, but not when she rolled over onto her stomach, she suddenly remembered what she had done, and after a moments regret and sorrow for being unfaithful, her thoughts turned to why she had let Sushant fuck her, it was because she wanted a baby.

She would never love Sushant like she loved her Sunil, but she knew she would let him fuck

her and become her lover for as long as he wanted to, if she became pregnant because of it.
(To Be Continued)