23-01-2019, 03:06 PM
Cuckolded by Disgusting Neighbor Ch. 04
Continued from Chapter 3. Please read earlier chapters to get the context.
*
Manisha came upstairs to clean up and make herself presentable. I had moved into the bed very smartly and woke up as soon as she got out of washroom.
"Manisha has the match started?" I asked her in a sleepy tone.
"Not yet, there is still half an hour more," she replied nonchalantly.
I got from the bed and followed her to our living room where Kishanchanji was comfortably sitting watching the TV. It seems it had rained heavily and the match had to be called off. So, nothing much happened that night and we both went back to sleep again without wasting much time.
The next morning, when I woke up, I couldn't find Manisha next to me. It was already 10:30 in the morning and Manisha was in the kitchen, preparing breakfast for us. She is an early riser but I am sure even she must have got up very late today. I quickly got up, freshened up and joined her in the kitchen.
She was making egg omelet for breakfast. I hugged her from behind and started kissing her. She was pretty hot from last nights tryst and returned my kiss fervently. While kissing, last nights scenes went through my mind. These were the same pink lips that were penetrated yesterday by Kishanchanji's lucky penis.
I again looked at her to envision what it would feel for an old man like Kishanchanji to have sex with such a young lass. We were into the act while all this was going through my mind. It didn't last for long as the milk she had kept for boiling overflowed. Manisha worked on cleaning the gas stove as I moved to the dining table for my daily dose of news. I, however, just couldn't get the last-night scenes out of my mind and blurted out
"Did you enjoy last nights session?"
To my utter surprise instead of getting shocked she had an amused look on her face. She only smiled and her cheeks blushed in response to my question.
"How was it?" I asked her again.
"How long were you there?" she asked me
"Where?"
"From where you sneaked a peek?"
"I saw almost the entire thing," I meekly responded.
"Then you already know the answer, I guess," she shot back.
I knew the answer but somehow had this urge to hear it from her. Although, I hated the thought of even letting that lecher touch my wife, my dick somehow relished the idea of Manisha getting used by Kishanchanji. I was terribly excited by the scene of her head bobbing up and down on his manhood. She had chosen a potent mate, at least his manhood suggested this, and I was sure that he would be equally adept at servicing her. Incidentally, I had found the talk between her and Kishanchanji also very exciting and asked her, "What was that talk about breeding and all?"
She smiled again but this time a bit more playfully. When I asked her again she said
"About what? About diversifying your genetic pool?"
"Basically it means conceiving from multiple people diversifies your genetic pool and gives your progeny a better chance to cope up in this world," she defined it in a very technical manner.
"And you bought that argument?" I asked.
"Of course. What's wrong with it? That's how things are in animal kingdom," she retorted
"And are you considering it?" I asked
"I haven't given much thought but the theory seems to be sound," she answered to my satisfaction.
"You didn't answer my first question, though?" I said in an attempt to hear from her description of last night's session.
"Which one?"
It seemed she had forgotten about the question and I said, "About last nights session and whether you enjoyed it or not?" clarifying what I meant.
"Obviously," she added after a second.
"Did he live up to your expectations?" I probed her further.
"We didn't do everything as you know but whatever we indulged in, I found him to be extremely talented," she put it in a nice manner after giving some thought.
"So you plan to continue the affair?" I asked her inquisitively.
"Yes, of course!" She said emphatically and then added, "By the way, how did you like it?"
"Did it live up to your fantasies?"
"Actually it was much more vivid than that," I said coyly not wanting to let her know how much I enjoyed her session.
"So, your dick does like me entertaining your neighbors Ah!"
"Come here. Sit down. I need to talk to you." Saying that she pulled me onto the sofa.
"Right at the outset, I would like to tell you that I love you, she said holding my hands in her hands and looking deeply into my eyes.
"What happened last night has opened my eyes to so many possibilities in the sex department?"
She was lost in those scenes as she said this to me.
"Earlier I was very reluctant to look for sex outside marriage but now I have the urge to experiment."
Her words trailing at the end but then coming out of her dreams she added, "A lot and with a lot more people!"
I was mot sure what she precisely meant or had in her mind but I didn't want to cease the momentum our relationship had gained. To comfort her I said, "You deserve a lot more Manisha and I fully support your decision."
"I wish you had considered other desirable men as potential mates, though," I added clarifying that I didn't quite approve of her relationship with Kishanchanji.
"I understand why you detest him but Vinit we have to be practical," she said in defense of her choice.
"Ever since we have got married, he has been pursuing me. I had resisted all his advances so far until you started pushing me to look for a lover outside.
"He was a natural choice for me and it was just a question of how good he would be in the sex department.
"My initial hunch that he would be much better has turned out to be true, at least partially," she said with a sly smile hinting towards the final act of intercourse that didn't happen last night.
"Even the proximity helps in making things happen frequently yet discretely," she continued.
All the time, I was just looking into her eyes. I could sense it, how desperately she wanted to continue her affair with him. Yet at the same time it she had meticulously thought out before starting her affair with him.
"Manisha our intentions are clear. We want to have some harmless fun but Kishanchanji seems to be more interested in impregnating you," I said putting forward my apprehensions. I was sure that we both were not ready for considering something that extreme.
"Your concerns are valid," she said agreeing with my interpretation of Kishanchanji's actions.
"But that is expected from him. It is in his genes and for many years he has not been able to sow his seeds," she added very tactfully.
"You seem to approve of his attentions," I complained
"I am neither approving nor disapproving but just acknowledging his intentions," she replied calmly.
"Is it that hard to guess reaction of a nomadic Lion on meeting a Lioness in heat?" she exhorted.
We both were avid fans of National Geographic and Discovery and often viewed the wildlife shows on these channels. So this reference didn't surprise me but it only intrigued me and made me wonder the direction in which our conversation was heading.
"I have seen the eagerness of caged Lion in him!" she exclaimed.
"A Lion who has been deprived of his mating privileges," she added justifying Kishanchanji's motives.
"But the Lioness would never let a nomadic Lion mount her," I reasoned reminding her about the instincts of a Lioness.
"Why?" she asked
"For fear of reaction of pride owner Lion," I responded.
"But what if the pride owner Lion himself wants his Lioness to mate with such nomadic Lions?" she retorted. She had touched upon on a very sensitive issue and I was getting uncomfortable now. It was me who had pleaded for her to experiment in the sex department with other men.
Continued from Chapter 3. Please read earlier chapters to get the context.
*
Manisha came upstairs to clean up and make herself presentable. I had moved into the bed very smartly and woke up as soon as she got out of washroom.
"Manisha has the match started?" I asked her in a sleepy tone.
"Not yet, there is still half an hour more," she replied nonchalantly.
I got from the bed and followed her to our living room where Kishanchanji was comfortably sitting watching the TV. It seems it had rained heavily and the match had to be called off. So, nothing much happened that night and we both went back to sleep again without wasting much time.
The next morning, when I woke up, I couldn't find Manisha next to me. It was already 10:30 in the morning and Manisha was in the kitchen, preparing breakfast for us. She is an early riser but I am sure even she must have got up very late today. I quickly got up, freshened up and joined her in the kitchen.
She was making egg omelet for breakfast. I hugged her from behind and started kissing her. She was pretty hot from last nights tryst and returned my kiss fervently. While kissing, last nights scenes went through my mind. These were the same pink lips that were penetrated yesterday by Kishanchanji's lucky penis.
I again looked at her to envision what it would feel for an old man like Kishanchanji to have sex with such a young lass. We were into the act while all this was going through my mind. It didn't last for long as the milk she had kept for boiling overflowed. Manisha worked on cleaning the gas stove as I moved to the dining table for my daily dose of news. I, however, just couldn't get the last-night scenes out of my mind and blurted out
"Did you enjoy last nights session?"
To my utter surprise instead of getting shocked she had an amused look on her face. She only smiled and her cheeks blushed in response to my question.
"How was it?" I asked her again.
"How long were you there?" she asked me
"Where?"
"From where you sneaked a peek?"
"I saw almost the entire thing," I meekly responded.
"Then you already know the answer, I guess," she shot back.
I knew the answer but somehow had this urge to hear it from her. Although, I hated the thought of even letting that lecher touch my wife, my dick somehow relished the idea of Manisha getting used by Kishanchanji. I was terribly excited by the scene of her head bobbing up and down on his manhood. She had chosen a potent mate, at least his manhood suggested this, and I was sure that he would be equally adept at servicing her. Incidentally, I had found the talk between her and Kishanchanji also very exciting and asked her, "What was that talk about breeding and all?"
She smiled again but this time a bit more playfully. When I asked her again she said
"About what? About diversifying your genetic pool?"
"Basically it means conceiving from multiple people diversifies your genetic pool and gives your progeny a better chance to cope up in this world," she defined it in a very technical manner.
"And you bought that argument?" I asked.
"Of course. What's wrong with it? That's how things are in animal kingdom," she retorted
"And are you considering it?" I asked
"I haven't given much thought but the theory seems to be sound," she answered to my satisfaction.
"You didn't answer my first question, though?" I said in an attempt to hear from her description of last night's session.
"Which one?"
It seemed she had forgotten about the question and I said, "About last nights session and whether you enjoyed it or not?" clarifying what I meant.
"Obviously," she added after a second.
"Did he live up to your expectations?" I probed her further.
"We didn't do everything as you know but whatever we indulged in, I found him to be extremely talented," she put it in a nice manner after giving some thought.
"So you plan to continue the affair?" I asked her inquisitively.
"Yes, of course!" She said emphatically and then added, "By the way, how did you like it?"
"Did it live up to your fantasies?"
"Actually it was much more vivid than that," I said coyly not wanting to let her know how much I enjoyed her session.
"So, your dick does like me entertaining your neighbors Ah!"
"Come here. Sit down. I need to talk to you." Saying that she pulled me onto the sofa.
"Right at the outset, I would like to tell you that I love you, she said holding my hands in her hands and looking deeply into my eyes.
"What happened last night has opened my eyes to so many possibilities in the sex department?"
She was lost in those scenes as she said this to me.
"Earlier I was very reluctant to look for sex outside marriage but now I have the urge to experiment."
Her words trailing at the end but then coming out of her dreams she added, "A lot and with a lot more people!"
I was mot sure what she precisely meant or had in her mind but I didn't want to cease the momentum our relationship had gained. To comfort her I said, "You deserve a lot more Manisha and I fully support your decision."
"I wish you had considered other desirable men as potential mates, though," I added clarifying that I didn't quite approve of her relationship with Kishanchanji.
"I understand why you detest him but Vinit we have to be practical," she said in defense of her choice.
"Ever since we have got married, he has been pursuing me. I had resisted all his advances so far until you started pushing me to look for a lover outside.
"He was a natural choice for me and it was just a question of how good he would be in the sex department.
"My initial hunch that he would be much better has turned out to be true, at least partially," she said with a sly smile hinting towards the final act of intercourse that didn't happen last night.
"Even the proximity helps in making things happen frequently yet discretely," she continued.
All the time, I was just looking into her eyes. I could sense it, how desperately she wanted to continue her affair with him. Yet at the same time it she had meticulously thought out before starting her affair with him.
"Manisha our intentions are clear. We want to have some harmless fun but Kishanchanji seems to be more interested in impregnating you," I said putting forward my apprehensions. I was sure that we both were not ready for considering something that extreme.
"Your concerns are valid," she said agreeing with my interpretation of Kishanchanji's actions.
"But that is expected from him. It is in his genes and for many years he has not been able to sow his seeds," she added very tactfully.
"You seem to approve of his attentions," I complained
"I am neither approving nor disapproving but just acknowledging his intentions," she replied calmly.
"Is it that hard to guess reaction of a nomadic Lion on meeting a Lioness in heat?" she exhorted.
We both were avid fans of National Geographic and Discovery and often viewed the wildlife shows on these channels. So this reference didn't surprise me but it only intrigued me and made me wonder the direction in which our conversation was heading.
"I have seen the eagerness of caged Lion in him!" she exclaimed.
"A Lion who has been deprived of his mating privileges," she added justifying Kishanchanji's motives.
"But the Lioness would never let a nomadic Lion mount her," I reasoned reminding her about the instincts of a Lioness.
"Why?" she asked
"For fear of reaction of pride owner Lion," I responded.
"But what if the pride owner Lion himself wants his Lioness to mate with such nomadic Lions?" she retorted. She had touched upon on a very sensitive issue and I was getting uncomfortable now. It was me who had pleaded for her to experiment in the sex department with other men.
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