Adultery Cuckolded by Disgusting Neighbor by vyasya

[Ramesh_Rocky]

I quickly grabbed the opening she gave me and said, "I have been noticing that you spend quite some time with either Amirchanji or Kishanchanji"


"And?"

Her boldness had stunned me. In sincerest tone I said, "I hope you are not considering them as your potential mates."

"Why not?"

"We hardly know Amirchanji and it would not be wise to get him involved in this," I quickly retorted.

"Hmm... and what's wrong with Kishanchanji?" "How can you even consider somebody like Kishanchanji as a potential mate?"

"Why what's wrong with him?"

"For God sake, he is old enough to be your father Manisha."

"So?"

"He is so ugly!"

"That is a good reason for you not to be jealous. Don't you think?"

"But?"

"The way I look at it he could be a very good bed mate for me."

"How?"

"For one, he is crazy about me. So getting him into bed with me would hardly take any time."

"That is true about any man. I am sure any man from our social circle wouldn't let such a chance slip by," I quickly retorted to. I saw her stealing a smile as I said this.

"He is our neighbor, so the proximity would help me in continuing the affair discreetly."

I had to agree with this point. We had a side-door that directly connected our bungalows. It was much easier to sneak in through that door without getting noticed.

"Moreover, we can trust him. He wouldn't risk getting exposed, much less losing a chance to sleep with someone like me," she said.

It looked like she had thought over very carefully.

"And lastly, he can give me 100% because he is a widower. There is no complication on his part," she continued.

"Look you might have numerous reasons why he is the right person but I don't want you to have any such relationship with him," I said in an angry tone frustrated with the thought of my wife spending nights with such a disgusting man.

"Hello?" she interrupted me. "Do you remember I was the person to make decisions in this regard and not you?"

"I urge you not to get involved with him," I pleaded.

"Please grow up, Vinit," she said in an irritated tone.

"Promise me that you wont interfere in these matters. Otherwise, I would have to call this off completely," she said looking into my eyes for an answer. My silence gave an emphatic answer. I was so desperate to see her in the arms of another man that it didn't matter even if that other man would be our obnoxious neighbor.

"I haven't yet made up my mind and need more time on this," she said finally and that was the end of our discussion on that topic.

I would have gladly accepted if she had chosen Amirchanji over Kishanchanji even if that had meant sharing my wife with my business rival. Only recently I started realizing how much of a threat he could be to our well-established business. Perhaps, in the lure of my wife Manisha his attention might get diverted from his business and I might be able to gain some lost territory.

Her decision was yet to come. Anyway, I didn't have to wait long for her decision as the very next social gathering we attended I came to know whom she selected to mate with. That Saturday evening we were celebrating a recent promotion of a close friend of ours to a Vice President position. It was mostly a business meeting with our spouses tagging along.

That evening Manisha's attire was stunning. She wore a beautiful black colored transparent saree, with a matching colored sleeveless blouse. The blouse showed a hint of cleavage and lot of back, just enough to entice any man. She made it a point to wear her saree well below her navel to show her voluptuous waist.

Amirchanji didn't make it for that party but Kishanchanji didn't want to loose an opportunity of spending some time with Manisha. He monopolized Manisha most of the night, which infuriated me to an extent that I got drunk. I avoid booze, as I can't handle it. Just 2 pegs get me drunk. That evening I had gulped 4 pegs and was quite inebriated. It was funny to note Manisha towering over Kishanchanji on the jogging track where they were wiling away their time. Kishanchanji was three inches shorter than Manisha and Manisha's slightly slender figure compared to Kishanchanji's stock figure made her look even taller.

I had passed off when it was time to go home. Kishanchanji volunteered to take us home that night. I was almost asleep when they slid me into the back seat of our car. The club was about 20 minutes away from our house and in no time we were home. Kishanchanji helped me to our bedroom upstairs and left. Or so I thought.

When I woke up it was around 2:40 am in the night and Manisha wasn't in bed next to me. Surprised to find her missing I got up from bed to check on her. Very carefully opening the door I peeped into our living room downstairs. There was light from the kitchen and I heard some voices. It seemed Kishanchanji and Manisha were in the kitchen talking. Perhaps Manisha was making coffee for Kishanchanji and herself. In no time I saw Manisha leaning against the Kitchen door with a coffee mug in her hand. Kishanchanji was standing opposite to her.