23-01-2019, 02:49 PM
Journey of a Cuckold Ch. 13
The next whole month, Sneha was preoccupied with her baby; she had little time for Pratik and me. Mayuri was obviously occupied with her bedroom activities, making out three times every week day - twice with Pratik and once with me. During the weekends it was erratic but she made sure that the morning sessions with him were never compromised.
Mayuri continued her activities clandestinely. Her plan for Denver started unfolding gradually. Early one Friday, quite unexpectedly, she shared her thoughts; usually she tiptoed early morning to please her lover but this morning, she insisted on playing with me.
"Good morning, sleepyhead." She nuzzled into me. Her fresh breath confirmed that she had prepared for morning ordeal with him. It was a little early. She stroked my shrunken penis.
"You have forgotten your role." I turned around and tried to kiss her but she evaded and pointing to her pelvis, said, "Not these, down there!"
She wore her flimsy nightie that didn't conceal but rather accentuated her assets.
Looking into my eyes, she said, "We will make a few changes." She massaged my penis but focused on my sperm producing testicles. Ever since she moved to Denver, her cuckolding tendencies hand intensified. She spent more time on the sacs and would quite often manhandle them.
"Now that he has proved his virility," she seethed, "it is only appropriate that we apportion mating rights!"
Even in that state of slumber, my penis didn't let her down.
"So, you agree," she chuckled, in response to my twitching penis in her hand.
She straddled me in a reverse cowgirl position; instead of straddling my pelvis, she had wrapped her legs around me face. Usually, she offered her vaginal lips but this time she offered her pungent asshole. She didn't pay as much attention to her hygiene as she did with Shrini as Pratik never bothered going south on her. She again took my penis that was again gorged with blood in preparation for the next act.
"Under this roof," she exhaled, lowering herself on my face, "I am reserved for him."
"You may have chance occasionally," she quipped. I inhaled the pungent aroma and pleasured her anus with my tongue. Mayuri responded pretty quickly as she moaned and played with my pecker.
"He wants' to penetrate it," she muttered.
Shocked with her admission, I asked, "Are you sure?"
"Worth a try?"
It didn't seem like a smart idea; she was at the end of her seventh month. However, Mayuri was strong willed and obstinate about some things. She would definitely attempt to please him, I thought. Pleased with my oral service, she urged me to mount her. She lay sideways and waited for my clumsy attempts to penetrate her. The doggie position was reserved for the alpha male; beta male had to find his own ways of mounting the bitch. It was becoming increasingly difficult for me to achieve any real penetration in that position. Not until Mayuri cooperated. Often she refused to cooperate. Sometimes, it was to simply humiliate me but most times because she didn't have as much energy. She earnestly offered her lips as I slide next to her, ignoring my stale breath.
"Aren't you going?"
"No," she replied.
She lifted her leg, only a little, to make way for my penis. With a little difficulty, I found the entrance and shoved tip of my penis inside her. The wet warmth of her vagina felt like heaven. Finding that I could only insert less than half of it inside with great difficulty, she remarked, "Not much use is it?"
"Is it any wonder that your wife opts for your friends to father your children?"
"Even in this position," she smirked, "Pratik penetrates as much you would in traditional missionary position."
"What's worse," she said condescendingly, "your wife feels obliged to allow deeper penetration!"
Mayuri was in playful mood and made it even more difficult to penetrate by straightening herself. All her taunting had made me even more desperate and I resorted to kissing her whilst squeezing her breasts.
"Hmm..." she moaned into my mouth.
"Exquisite!"
Kissing was always an important act for us. It reached its zenith during our stay at Denver. Perhaps it was due to Pratik's fascination for kissing and Sneha's apprehensions of exchanging saliva with him. Mayuri had resorted to kissing all the more under his roof. Her fascination with him had also left very little time for me and consequently indulged me by kissing me more often. Even the occasional kisses that we stole during the day were intense. While Sneha, rarely kissed Pratik, she frequently indulged him.
Mayuri enjoyed kissing me but with Pratik she confessed that her vagina would profusely ooze as soon as she inserted her tongue into his foul mouth. The sheer anticipation of kissing him with his morning breath made her giddy.
She continued swapping saliva with me tolerating my futile attempts to achieve any real penetration. Her masterly plan, however, was working. Although, she didn't allow much penetration, her butt and thighs did render sufficient friction to make it pleasurable. It was strangely insulting as Mayuri employed her ass cheeks and inner thighs to squeeze my penis in order to relieve me of my misery. Having already screwed her early that night, I was in no hurry. Not sure if it was the perverse nature of the act or whether the penis was rubbing her G-Spot but Mayuri responded. Her moans revealed that she was indeed enjoying the episode. Eventually, my persistent approach melted her resolve and she lifted her leg, clearing the entrance to the hole that had captured Pratik's attention. With in no time, I drove my penis into her and now more than half of it was lodged inside. She pulled me inside with her one hand but her intention was to finger my butthole instead. Her finger invaded my anus ruthlessly. Burying it inside up to her knuckle, she urged me. We climaxed a few moments later.
"Need we discuss apportioning of mating rights?" she asked, catching her breath.
As explained earlier, she was evaluating the option of getting pregnant by him but there wasn't much of resistance from her side to this idea. Neither was it a question of whether Pratik would impregnate her; it was a question of when he would do so. Ever since, she moved under Pratik's roof, she took care of herself physically and religiously performed her Kegel exercises. The objective was to appease Pratik by providing him an illusion of her virginity. Shrini of course had already foiled her attempts. To her merit, she had the unparalleled ability of making someone ejaculate by simply employing her vaginal muscles. She rarely attempted that with me; always reserving it for her lovers.
Later in the day, we spoke about the morning episode when we were both sober. Mayuri finally admitted that despite her reservations she was sexually drawn towards him. While sexually not as adventurous as Shrini, he was matchless with regards to his equipment. Strangely, his slothful behavior enamored Mayuri. Pratik would either pursue her madly or completely ignore her. Often, he would court her at inopportune times and expect her to reciprocate. They did it in the garage, in the car while parked inside the garage, in the downstairs bathroom and so on. Contrasting that, his indolence knew no bounds when Mayuri solicited his attention in the mornings. He would not budge easily and only after serious coercion would he respond. Yet he had captivated her mind.
"Sameer," she spoke on the phone, "since you have brought us to this."
"We need to get mentally prepared for more children." I was listening, knowing that's what she wanted from me.
"Neither Pratik nor me would be able to resist this temptation!"
"Here is our chance," she urged, "to live this lifestyle."
"Under this roof," she choked, "let us pander to your cuckold and my cuckolding tendencies."
There was silence for several moments on the phone.
"Are you listening?" she asked.
"Hmm..." I nodded.
"Do you agree?" she stuttered.
It was true we were enjoying the lifestyle. It was only the act of procreation that bothered me. Not because someone else was fathering our children but because of fear of my ability to support so many children. Even when I overlooked that aspect the thought of Pratik fathering our children pinched me. Why Pratik, I wondered? Once again, I decided to ask Mayuri the very same question, to which she had already answered several times.
"Why Pratik?" I countered. She gasped out of frustration. Gathering herself, she answered, "Because..."
"It has to be someone other than you."
"Someone," her words trailed, "who is well endowed."
"And," she paused, before adding, "Someone who is trustworthy." "There aren't many who fit these criteria," she exhaled.
She had reasoned it well. However, my mind was not willing to accept him. His looks weren't appealing and I wondered if our children should inherit his characteristics.
"Not to mention," she added, "his personal traits that draw out the slut in me."
"It acts as an aphrodisiac for you as well - me acting slutty for him!"
We went through several arguments before settling on the decision to pursue it.
"What are the rules of engagement?" I dared to ask.
Preliminary tension had evaporated. We started out sober in the conversation but were oozing sex now.
"Let's see," she said, collecting her thoughts, "under this roof, Pratik has exclusive access to my womb."
"All of us under this roof should be aware of this in black-and-white."
"As regards to our activity - it would mostly happen in Pratik's office room."
"However, our marital bedroom should have place for him as well."
"You would use a condom - always - and absolutely no sex for you during my fertile period!"
"With regards to our regular life," she said, "I would act as his consort in presence of complete strangers."
"And even in your presence I would affiliate with him."
These rules aren't set in stone but they could only be made stricter.
"Do you agree?" she asked.
"I agree."
"What happens when we move out?" I asked.
"We continue the lifestyle," she chuckled, "but don't get into the procreating business."
"Is the contract for exactly two years?" she asked.
"Approximately."
"That means it could be more or less?"
"Only more - not less," I quipped.
"I wager he would father two of our children," she remarked.
"You would wish for three, though," I added, playfully.
"Oh, BTW, tonight, Pratik is taking me out on a date," she added just as we were about to hang. The pangs of jealousy gnawed me. The sloth was finally dating my wife - the beautiful women he lech'd at during our college days.
The next whole month, Sneha was preoccupied with her baby; she had little time for Pratik and me. Mayuri was obviously occupied with her bedroom activities, making out three times every week day - twice with Pratik and once with me. During the weekends it was erratic but she made sure that the morning sessions with him were never compromised.
Mayuri continued her activities clandestinely. Her plan for Denver started unfolding gradually. Early one Friday, quite unexpectedly, she shared her thoughts; usually she tiptoed early morning to please her lover but this morning, she insisted on playing with me.
"Good morning, sleepyhead." She nuzzled into me. Her fresh breath confirmed that she had prepared for morning ordeal with him. It was a little early. She stroked my shrunken penis.
"You have forgotten your role." I turned around and tried to kiss her but she evaded and pointing to her pelvis, said, "Not these, down there!"
She wore her flimsy nightie that didn't conceal but rather accentuated her assets.
Looking into my eyes, she said, "We will make a few changes." She massaged my penis but focused on my sperm producing testicles. Ever since she moved to Denver, her cuckolding tendencies hand intensified. She spent more time on the sacs and would quite often manhandle them.
"Now that he has proved his virility," she seethed, "it is only appropriate that we apportion mating rights!"
Even in that state of slumber, my penis didn't let her down.
"So, you agree," she chuckled, in response to my twitching penis in her hand.
She straddled me in a reverse cowgirl position; instead of straddling my pelvis, she had wrapped her legs around me face. Usually, she offered her vaginal lips but this time she offered her pungent asshole. She didn't pay as much attention to her hygiene as she did with Shrini as Pratik never bothered going south on her. She again took my penis that was again gorged with blood in preparation for the next act.
"Under this roof," she exhaled, lowering herself on my face, "I am reserved for him."
"You may have chance occasionally," she quipped. I inhaled the pungent aroma and pleasured her anus with my tongue. Mayuri responded pretty quickly as she moaned and played with my pecker.
"He wants' to penetrate it," she muttered.
Shocked with her admission, I asked, "Are you sure?"
"Worth a try?"
It didn't seem like a smart idea; she was at the end of her seventh month. However, Mayuri was strong willed and obstinate about some things. She would definitely attempt to please him, I thought. Pleased with my oral service, she urged me to mount her. She lay sideways and waited for my clumsy attempts to penetrate her. The doggie position was reserved for the alpha male; beta male had to find his own ways of mounting the bitch. It was becoming increasingly difficult for me to achieve any real penetration in that position. Not until Mayuri cooperated. Often she refused to cooperate. Sometimes, it was to simply humiliate me but most times because she didn't have as much energy. She earnestly offered her lips as I slide next to her, ignoring my stale breath.
"Aren't you going?"
"No," she replied.
She lifted her leg, only a little, to make way for my penis. With a little difficulty, I found the entrance and shoved tip of my penis inside her. The wet warmth of her vagina felt like heaven. Finding that I could only insert less than half of it inside with great difficulty, she remarked, "Not much use is it?"
"Is it any wonder that your wife opts for your friends to father your children?"
"Even in this position," she smirked, "Pratik penetrates as much you would in traditional missionary position."
"What's worse," she said condescendingly, "your wife feels obliged to allow deeper penetration!"
Mayuri was in playful mood and made it even more difficult to penetrate by straightening herself. All her taunting had made me even more desperate and I resorted to kissing her whilst squeezing her breasts.
"Hmm..." she moaned into my mouth.
"Exquisite!"
Kissing was always an important act for us. It reached its zenith during our stay at Denver. Perhaps it was due to Pratik's fascination for kissing and Sneha's apprehensions of exchanging saliva with him. Mayuri had resorted to kissing all the more under his roof. Her fascination with him had also left very little time for me and consequently indulged me by kissing me more often. Even the occasional kisses that we stole during the day were intense. While Sneha, rarely kissed Pratik, she frequently indulged him.
Mayuri enjoyed kissing me but with Pratik she confessed that her vagina would profusely ooze as soon as she inserted her tongue into his foul mouth. The sheer anticipation of kissing him with his morning breath made her giddy.
She continued swapping saliva with me tolerating my futile attempts to achieve any real penetration. Her masterly plan, however, was working. Although, she didn't allow much penetration, her butt and thighs did render sufficient friction to make it pleasurable. It was strangely insulting as Mayuri employed her ass cheeks and inner thighs to squeeze my penis in order to relieve me of my misery. Having already screwed her early that night, I was in no hurry. Not sure if it was the perverse nature of the act or whether the penis was rubbing her G-Spot but Mayuri responded. Her moans revealed that she was indeed enjoying the episode. Eventually, my persistent approach melted her resolve and she lifted her leg, clearing the entrance to the hole that had captured Pratik's attention. With in no time, I drove my penis into her and now more than half of it was lodged inside. She pulled me inside with her one hand but her intention was to finger my butthole instead. Her finger invaded my anus ruthlessly. Burying it inside up to her knuckle, she urged me. We climaxed a few moments later.
"Need we discuss apportioning of mating rights?" she asked, catching her breath.
As explained earlier, she was evaluating the option of getting pregnant by him but there wasn't much of resistance from her side to this idea. Neither was it a question of whether Pratik would impregnate her; it was a question of when he would do so. Ever since, she moved under Pratik's roof, she took care of herself physically and religiously performed her Kegel exercises. The objective was to appease Pratik by providing him an illusion of her virginity. Shrini of course had already foiled her attempts. To her merit, she had the unparalleled ability of making someone ejaculate by simply employing her vaginal muscles. She rarely attempted that with me; always reserving it for her lovers.
Later in the day, we spoke about the morning episode when we were both sober. Mayuri finally admitted that despite her reservations she was sexually drawn towards him. While sexually not as adventurous as Shrini, he was matchless with regards to his equipment. Strangely, his slothful behavior enamored Mayuri. Pratik would either pursue her madly or completely ignore her. Often, he would court her at inopportune times and expect her to reciprocate. They did it in the garage, in the car while parked inside the garage, in the downstairs bathroom and so on. Contrasting that, his indolence knew no bounds when Mayuri solicited his attention in the mornings. He would not budge easily and only after serious coercion would he respond. Yet he had captivated her mind.
"Sameer," she spoke on the phone, "since you have brought us to this."
"We need to get mentally prepared for more children." I was listening, knowing that's what she wanted from me.
"Neither Pratik nor me would be able to resist this temptation!"
"Here is our chance," she urged, "to live this lifestyle."
"Under this roof," she choked, "let us pander to your cuckold and my cuckolding tendencies."
There was silence for several moments on the phone.
"Are you listening?" she asked.
"Hmm..." I nodded.
"Do you agree?" she stuttered.
It was true we were enjoying the lifestyle. It was only the act of procreation that bothered me. Not because someone else was fathering our children but because of fear of my ability to support so many children. Even when I overlooked that aspect the thought of Pratik fathering our children pinched me. Why Pratik, I wondered? Once again, I decided to ask Mayuri the very same question, to which she had already answered several times.
"Why Pratik?" I countered. She gasped out of frustration. Gathering herself, she answered, "Because..."
"It has to be someone other than you."
"Someone," her words trailed, "who is well endowed."
"And," she paused, before adding, "Someone who is trustworthy." "There aren't many who fit these criteria," she exhaled.
She had reasoned it well. However, my mind was not willing to accept him. His looks weren't appealing and I wondered if our children should inherit his characteristics.
"Not to mention," she added, "his personal traits that draw out the slut in me."
"It acts as an aphrodisiac for you as well - me acting slutty for him!"
We went through several arguments before settling on the decision to pursue it.
"What are the rules of engagement?" I dared to ask.
Preliminary tension had evaporated. We started out sober in the conversation but were oozing sex now.
"Let's see," she said, collecting her thoughts, "under this roof, Pratik has exclusive access to my womb."
"All of us under this roof should be aware of this in black-and-white."
"As regards to our activity - it would mostly happen in Pratik's office room."
"However, our marital bedroom should have place for him as well."
"You would use a condom - always - and absolutely no sex for you during my fertile period!"
"With regards to our regular life," she said, "I would act as his consort in presence of complete strangers."
"And even in your presence I would affiliate with him."
These rules aren't set in stone but they could only be made stricter.
"Do you agree?" she asked.
"I agree."
"What happens when we move out?" I asked.
"We continue the lifestyle," she chuckled, "but don't get into the procreating business."
"Is the contract for exactly two years?" she asked.
"Approximately."
"That means it could be more or less?"
"Only more - not less," I quipped.
"I wager he would father two of our children," she remarked.
"You would wish for three, though," I added, playfully.
"Oh, BTW, tonight, Pratik is taking me out on a date," she added just as we were about to hang. The pangs of jealousy gnawed me. The sloth was finally dating my wife - the beautiful women he lech'd at during our college days.
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