23-01-2019, 03:13 PM
"No," was my reluctant response.
"Then I hope you don't mind him taking a few liberties with your wife, right?" she asked me playfully.
"What kind of liberties?"
"I don't know. Why don't you ask him?" she shot back.
"Does it matter?" she asked in a saner tone after a brief pause.
I didn't have an immediate answer to her question but I wasn't sure what that lecher had in mind. If it was only having sex in the kitchen then it wouldn't be so bad but what if he wanted some unwarranted favors. Now, I couldn't think of what he might have in mind but knew that he was too smart to just ask for sex this morning. He had been getting that, anyway. Gathering some courage I put forward my concerns to my lovely wife who was so eager to offer those liberties to her newfound lover, "What if he asks for some kind of a special privilege?"
"What privilege?" she asked intrigued with my question.
"I don't know."
"Something that we wouldn't to grant him," I said shrugging my shoulders.
"I don't think there is anything to lose. He has already slept with me more than a few times and our secret is with him now. If he wanted anything then he can even blackmail us," she said playing down my doubts.
"He is hell bent on impregnating you. What if he asks for that?" I blurted out my deepest concern.
"Oh stop it! Don't be so insecure," she almost screamed.
"If he wanted to impregnate me, he could have done so by banging me or even by blackmailing us," she added.
"I brought this up with you since I was not sure what he would have in mind and what kind of liberties he might ask," she said calmly.
"Now promise me that you would accept my decision on this. Let me take a call on whether it would jeopardize our relationship or not."
"You are unnecessarily concerned about innocuous things. So, please be patient and leave it to me."
"Just trust me," she said looking deeply into my eyes. I nodded agreeing with her decision.
"So, I ask you one last time," she said, "You have no objections to Kishanchanji taking liberties with me." I again reluctantly nodded.
"Honey, I am really in a hot mood. I wish Kishanchanji could have gone for couple of hours so that we could have had some hot, raunchy sex," she said leaning into me for another kiss. She did seem very hot and would have ravished me if we had more time. But Kishanchanji was supposed to return any minute and we didn't enough time to even go in for a quickie. Or did she want to keep herself clean for him?
I had started to think negatively ever since the episode with Kishanchanji had started. Forgetting, that she had expressed desire to make love with me just now. How could I even doubt her ever after hearing this?
Kishanchanji was back as we heard the bell ring. She quickly got up and said, "Fetch him, while I freshen up a bit for him."
"Btw, please leave for office as soon as the match is over and give me some privacy," she added with a lovely smile as she headed towards the washroom.
Hearing that my negative thoughts started again! She wanted to be fresh for him. But she just had a shower – did she want wash off remnants of our kiss? She never bothered to do that before she came to kiss me, especially after having kissed Kishanchanji?
I let Kishanchanji in and he soon joined me on the sofa. The match was getting very interesting but his mind was more on where Manisha was and he asked, "Where is Manisha?"
Before I could reply we both heard Manisha say, "I am preparing breakfast what would you folks like?"
"Oh why am I asking? I have soaked Dal for Idli and Chatni," she answered her question in no time.
"But this is going to take some time," she said to herself.
"Kishanchanji you wouldn't mind helping me. Now, would you?" she asked him in her sexy voice.
"No not at all," saying that he moved to the kitchen. The phone was still on and I could hear the conversation. In between, I had kept the show case door a bit ajar so that I could see their reflection while they were facing the window. No sooner did he reach the kitchen he asked her, "Show me?"
"What?"
"My gift you are wearing."
"You are so confident that I would wear it."
"I was hoping you would," Kishanchanji said. For once the arrogance in his voice was missing.
"I believe there were conditions attached with wearing them," she said playfully and turned towards the mixer that she had place right opposite the window. Seems that Kishanchanji had forwarded a small note along with the gift stipulating the conditions under which she should be accepting the gift, confirming my worst doubts.
"Yes, there were and I was sure that you wouldn't mind them," saying that Kishanchanji had moved towards her holding her lovingly from behind as she was working on preparing Chatni for the Idli's. Both of them were carrying on their romance right in front of the window completely ignoring my presence. I couldn't very clearly see them in the mirror but they were nevertheless visible.
"How could you be so sure?" she said looking sideways to him. "Apart from such an outrageous condition you had three more conditions that weren't mentioned," she added.
"What is outrageous about it?" he said rationalizing his demand gently playing with her glowing arms.
"We are anyway sort of leading that lifestyle. This is just formalizing it," he said nuzzling into her neck, perhaps giving small pecks.
"Still I am already married. How could I take on another husband?"
"Oh stop it! Keep some distance. Vinit might catch us," she said; her voice full of pretence.
"What did you have in mind anyway?" she asked shooing him away.
"Are you accepting my proposal then?"
"Let me see if you are wearing the dress or not," saying that Kishanchanji tried to sneak his arm into her dress.
"Behave yourself!" she said pushing his hand away and gave him a stern look. It sounded more of mock to me than real.
"I can't accept your proposal unless you let me know the other three conditions."
"You got to trust me," he said again encircling her from behind and trying to cajole her to accept him as her husband. "The rest three conditions are nothing but logical consequences of your acceptance of me as your husband," he said playfully.
"And what may that be," she immediately shot back but then held her words for a brief pause before she added, "bearing your children?"
Hearing this he burst out into laughter, which was loud enough for me to turn back and ask them to share the joke with me. However, they ignored me with a casual remark that it was nothing and got back to their romance. I was glad that Manisha was concerned about it and brought it up at the right moment with him.
"You got me wrong!" he said
"I have never cheated when it comes to impregnating women. They voluntarily opt for my much superior genes!" he said proudly.
"What if I accept the proposal?" asked Manisha in calm and composed manner.
"Then we finish the ritual of putting the ring on your finger."
"And pronounce ourselves as husband wife right here!" he said ecstatically.
"And what about the other three conditions?" Manisha asked in her innocent voice wondering when he would let the cat out of the bag.
"I would pronounce those three conditions and you would accept them by saying "I do" and then we share a kiss to punctuate the proceedings," he said in a merry tone as if they would live happily ever after.
"Is it all hunky-dory as it sounds?" she asked still doubting his intentions.
"You better believe it!" he said very confidently.
"I think you are up with some pranks," she said not trusting Kishanchanji.
"Well, the conditions are out-of-the-ordinary; I have to admit!" he let the cat out of the bag. "But," he added, "Your acceptance of them would prove that you accepted me as your husband, whole-heartedly."
I could see that Manisha was concerned now as she separated from him and paused to think it over.
"I can assure you that the conditions wouldn't jeopardize your marriage," he said as Manisha pondered over the possibilities of his proposition.
"They are just meant to test your dutifulness towards me," he added.
"You are free to call it off if any of the conditions is unacceptable to you."
"But do remember that would be an end to our relationship," he further added. Although, the sentence sounded like an ultimatum but the tone wasn't intimidating at all.
"Then I hope you don't mind him taking a few liberties with your wife, right?" she asked me playfully.
"What kind of liberties?"
"I don't know. Why don't you ask him?" she shot back.
"Does it matter?" she asked in a saner tone after a brief pause.
I didn't have an immediate answer to her question but I wasn't sure what that lecher had in mind. If it was only having sex in the kitchen then it wouldn't be so bad but what if he wanted some unwarranted favors. Now, I couldn't think of what he might have in mind but knew that he was too smart to just ask for sex this morning. He had been getting that, anyway. Gathering some courage I put forward my concerns to my lovely wife who was so eager to offer those liberties to her newfound lover, "What if he asks for some kind of a special privilege?"
"What privilege?" she asked intrigued with my question.
"I don't know."
"Something that we wouldn't to grant him," I said shrugging my shoulders.
"I don't think there is anything to lose. He has already slept with me more than a few times and our secret is with him now. If he wanted anything then he can even blackmail us," she said playing down my doubts.
"He is hell bent on impregnating you. What if he asks for that?" I blurted out my deepest concern.
"Oh stop it! Don't be so insecure," she almost screamed.
"If he wanted to impregnate me, he could have done so by banging me or even by blackmailing us," she added.
"I brought this up with you since I was not sure what he would have in mind and what kind of liberties he might ask," she said calmly.
"Now promise me that you would accept my decision on this. Let me take a call on whether it would jeopardize our relationship or not."
"You are unnecessarily concerned about innocuous things. So, please be patient and leave it to me."
"Just trust me," she said looking deeply into my eyes. I nodded agreeing with her decision.
"So, I ask you one last time," she said, "You have no objections to Kishanchanji taking liberties with me." I again reluctantly nodded.
"Honey, I am really in a hot mood. I wish Kishanchanji could have gone for couple of hours so that we could have had some hot, raunchy sex," she said leaning into me for another kiss. She did seem very hot and would have ravished me if we had more time. But Kishanchanji was supposed to return any minute and we didn't enough time to even go in for a quickie. Or did she want to keep herself clean for him?
I had started to think negatively ever since the episode with Kishanchanji had started. Forgetting, that she had expressed desire to make love with me just now. How could I even doubt her ever after hearing this?
Kishanchanji was back as we heard the bell ring. She quickly got up and said, "Fetch him, while I freshen up a bit for him."
"Btw, please leave for office as soon as the match is over and give me some privacy," she added with a lovely smile as she headed towards the washroom.
Hearing that my negative thoughts started again! She wanted to be fresh for him. But she just had a shower – did she want wash off remnants of our kiss? She never bothered to do that before she came to kiss me, especially after having kissed Kishanchanji?
I let Kishanchanji in and he soon joined me on the sofa. The match was getting very interesting but his mind was more on where Manisha was and he asked, "Where is Manisha?"
Before I could reply we both heard Manisha say, "I am preparing breakfast what would you folks like?"
"Oh why am I asking? I have soaked Dal for Idli and Chatni," she answered her question in no time.
"But this is going to take some time," she said to herself.
"Kishanchanji you wouldn't mind helping me. Now, would you?" she asked him in her sexy voice.
"No not at all," saying that he moved to the kitchen. The phone was still on and I could hear the conversation. In between, I had kept the show case door a bit ajar so that I could see their reflection while they were facing the window. No sooner did he reach the kitchen he asked her, "Show me?"
"What?"
"My gift you are wearing."
"You are so confident that I would wear it."
"I was hoping you would," Kishanchanji said. For once the arrogance in his voice was missing.
"I believe there were conditions attached with wearing them," she said playfully and turned towards the mixer that she had place right opposite the window. Seems that Kishanchanji had forwarded a small note along with the gift stipulating the conditions under which she should be accepting the gift, confirming my worst doubts.
"Yes, there were and I was sure that you wouldn't mind them," saying that Kishanchanji had moved towards her holding her lovingly from behind as she was working on preparing Chatni for the Idli's. Both of them were carrying on their romance right in front of the window completely ignoring my presence. I couldn't very clearly see them in the mirror but they were nevertheless visible.
"How could you be so sure?" she said looking sideways to him. "Apart from such an outrageous condition you had three more conditions that weren't mentioned," she added.
"What is outrageous about it?" he said rationalizing his demand gently playing with her glowing arms.
"We are anyway sort of leading that lifestyle. This is just formalizing it," he said nuzzling into her neck, perhaps giving small pecks.
"Still I am already married. How could I take on another husband?"
"Oh stop it! Keep some distance. Vinit might catch us," she said; her voice full of pretence.
"What did you have in mind anyway?" she asked shooing him away.
"Are you accepting my proposal then?"
"Let me see if you are wearing the dress or not," saying that Kishanchanji tried to sneak his arm into her dress.
"Behave yourself!" she said pushing his hand away and gave him a stern look. It sounded more of mock to me than real.
"I can't accept your proposal unless you let me know the other three conditions."
"You got to trust me," he said again encircling her from behind and trying to cajole her to accept him as her husband. "The rest three conditions are nothing but logical consequences of your acceptance of me as your husband," he said playfully.
"And what may that be," she immediately shot back but then held her words for a brief pause before she added, "bearing your children?"
Hearing this he burst out into laughter, which was loud enough for me to turn back and ask them to share the joke with me. However, they ignored me with a casual remark that it was nothing and got back to their romance. I was glad that Manisha was concerned about it and brought it up at the right moment with him.
"You got me wrong!" he said
"I have never cheated when it comes to impregnating women. They voluntarily opt for my much superior genes!" he said proudly.
"What if I accept the proposal?" asked Manisha in calm and composed manner.
"Then we finish the ritual of putting the ring on your finger."
"And pronounce ourselves as husband wife right here!" he said ecstatically.
"And what about the other three conditions?" Manisha asked in her innocent voice wondering when he would let the cat out of the bag.
"I would pronounce those three conditions and you would accept them by saying "I do" and then we share a kiss to punctuate the proceedings," he said in a merry tone as if they would live happily ever after.
"Is it all hunky-dory as it sounds?" she asked still doubting his intentions.
"You better believe it!" he said very confidently.
"I think you are up with some pranks," she said not trusting Kishanchanji.
"Well, the conditions are out-of-the-ordinary; I have to admit!" he let the cat out of the bag. "But," he added, "Your acceptance of them would prove that you accepted me as your husband, whole-heartedly."
I could see that Manisha was concerned now as she separated from him and paused to think it over.
"I can assure you that the conditions wouldn't jeopardize your marriage," he said as Manisha pondered over the possibilities of his proposition.
"They are just meant to test your dutifulness towards me," he added.
"You are free to call it off if any of the conditions is unacceptable to you."
"But do remember that would be an end to our relationship," he further added. Although, the sentence sounded like an ultimatum but the tone wasn't intimidating at all.
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