Adultery Cuckolded by Disgusting Neighbor by vyasya

[Ramesh_Rocky]

"Didn't I tell you?"


"He can't handle it," he said, looking at her.

"What?" I interrupted. Ignoring me he gave her a look. She was lost in thought but decided to break the ice by calling the waiter to order our food. There was a switch at the table to call for help.

An elderly waiter walked in and politely asked, "What can I get for you sir?" His attention was directed to Kishanchanji and Manisha sitting next to him. She ordered some wine.

He remarked, "Madam you are looking beautiful."

"Is it any special occasion?"

"It is our anniversary," she quipped.

"Congratulations!"

He said looking, glowingly at Kishanchanji and her. Not once did he bother looking at me. Just as expected he mistook Manisha to be his wife. Manisha blushed as I agonized over my fate. I expected her to interrupt not realizing how she expected me to explain their immaculate attire and why I was sitting on the wrong end of the table.

"Let me get a special cake for you," he approvingly added as he left.

She suppressed her chuckle and excused herself on the pretext of talking to me. She grabbed my hand and lead me to the outside balcony that was fairly deserted. We walked to the far end of the balcony that was dimly lit and inconspicuous.

"You are not cooperating," she seethed.

"Kishanchanji graciously agreed to help us. The least we should do is show some respect."

"I should be tolerating his insinuation?"

"He is telling the truth," she argued.

"You knew that Amirchanji had been eyeing me, right?"

"I didn't expect to gain an unfair advantage from that in our business and neither do I expect Amirchanji to have fringe benefits," I countered.

"Life isn't fair. We can't control other's thoughts."

"What are you suggesting?"

"We need him on our side as we navigate our business with Amirchanji," she exhaled.

"Besides," she added after a brief pause, "you have already surrendered your mating rights to him."

Her blunt statement reminded of the quandary that we were in. It was clear that deep down that I had longed for the progression she outlayed in her letter. However, that didn't imply my verbal humiliation by Kishanchanji. Yet that was very much what I may be looking at. Neither did I expect it to be a brazenly open affair but it seemed both Manisha and Kishanchanji had other ideas.

She sensually stepped forward, bridging the narrow gap between us. Her lips met mine. But she teasingly pulled back as I tried to reciprocate. Looking at me, cross-eyed, she closed in further but this time her attention was southwards as her hand made it to my groin. It gently caressed the painfully hard tent that had made a camp down there.

"You were serious, right?" she sensually exhaled into my mouth. There was silence. Her hand traced the outline of my bulge delicately.

"Your mind may be weighing the odds again but your heart as already surrendered."

She massaged my pecker gently. Her actions were deliberate and calculated.

"Haven't you fantasized him taking me on our wedding night?" My lips quivered as I tried to kiss her but she had no intention of entertaining me that evening.

"Would it have taken three years to plant his seed?" she asked. It didn't matter the decision to delay the start of our family was a consensual decision. Kishanchanji may not have showed such restraint and neither would she have deterred him, I thought.

She waited for my response after every question, remark of hers but my heart was simply racing away and the pecker that had been on the edge was simply aching to be relieved. Words could not have matched the smoldering heat she was emanating. If it was any other occasion, I would have ravished her but today was special.She had mentally prepared to be Kishanchanji's wife and I wasn't ready to spoil it.

"I would have been a mother of two already," she added, rubbing salt into my already inflamed wounds.

"Better late than never," she uttered, "right?" she asked, search for an answer in my eyes.

"What do you want?" I croaked, covering my dry cough.

"Show respect to the man who makes me feel proud as a woman!"

"There won't be much hidden from now on," she added, "might just get comfortable with it."

I took a few minutes assimilating what she just said. It wasn't apparent if Manisha had planned for what seemed to transpire. Kishanchanji's presence was certainly prearranged but when did she inform him? Did she expect me to agree to the proposal already? Or was this Kishanchanji's plan? However, didn't she promise Kishanchanji about the anniversary before she accepted his proposal? A zillion questions were clamoring in my mind.

Heading back, I found Manisha back in her original position. The wine had arrived and was served for the three of us. Just when I was about to enter the place, I noticed Manisha proposing a toast. Her brazen act of not waiting for me to return bothered me. It was also the intimacy she exhibited during my absence. She sat right next to him, turning her body towards him to talk while Kishanchanji practically encircled her, with his left hand on the table while his right hand went on top of the back of her seat. The chemistry was apparent as she blushed and smiled in response to the small talk he was making. I hesitated to head back in immediately but gave them a few minutes and joined them.

"Let's toast to our future," said Manisha. Her remark irked me but I kept my emotions under check.

"Are you leaving?" asked Kishanchanji taking a sip.

"Oh no," interrupted Manisha.

"What could be more important than your pearls of wisdom," she said flattering him.

"I assured that you would talk to Amirchanji later on."

"Of course. Of course."

"So where were we."

"You were talking about the reasons behind the partnership," answered Manisha.

"Right."

"Is he ready for it?" he asked Manisha.

"He is a quick learner," she answered, patting his hand.

"You see," he started, "Amirchanji's sole interest is your wife."

"It may sound rude but understandable."

"Don't you agree Manisha?" he asked her.

She nodded carefully.

"He does have a crush on me," she added nonchalantly.

"What is your point?" I again interrupted, quite rudely. I realized that this wasn't going to be easy.

"The point is that if you shield Manisha it would only be difficult for you."

"What do you mean?" I blurted out again.

"With that sort of an attitude, I am afraid there isn't much point in coaching you," he said, keeping the glass back on table.

"I may as well leave," he said. Manisha held his hand firmly and pulled him back. And this time she sat very close to him, holding his hand in hers quite firmly.

"Vinit, we should at least listen to what Kishanchanji is saying."

"Even if it is unpleasant," she said, tapping my hand with her right hand.

"You have a beautiful wife Vinit," he said looking at me and then quite blatantly, extricating his hand from hers, he used it to hug her. She was perilously close to him; her left shoulder pushed into his chest. Her discomfort was evident but it didn't deter him.

"She is very smart and has very little attitude."

"She is the best asset you have."

"If you don't understand how to leverage it then you would not succeed much."

"Kishanchanji, some of what you are saying is uncomfortable," I said, "but instead of beating around the bush, why don't you say it clearly."

"That's the spirit," he said, hugging her tightly again.

"All the businessmen you would deal with would take a keen interest in your wife," he started.

"She is young, beautiful, and married to, what should I say," he said, looking at her, "married to an amateur."

"When they see both of you - they see an opportunity - an opportunity to fool you and quite certainly an opportunity to score with your wife."

"Are you with me?"

I gritted myself and nodded.

"But you don't have to regret."

"Instead plan on taking advantage of it."

"How?" I asked. There was a hint of sarcasm in my voice too which Manisha glared at me.

"When hormones interfere with mind, it is usually hormones that win!"

"Manisha could have that effect on Amirchanji. So, I propose that you let Manisha handle dealings with him."

"Hope you aren't presuming Amirchanji is naive," I retorted.

"If there is anyone naive then it is you," he shot back. Manisha's showed her frustration once again to me.

"Manisha is quite smart to keep it at the right level to keep Amirchanji's greed in check."

I looked at Manisha straight and asked her, "Did Kishanchanji convince you of this already?"

"NO," she shot back at me.

"He explained it earlier but it has to be your decision."

The irritation on her face was apparent but I didn't anticipate her wicked plot until now. It seemed something was in play but clearly Kishanchanji was upping the stakes as we indulged in this morbid conversation.

"The question is -," he said, trying to ease the tension, "how would you exploit your opponent's weakness."

"Some would not ask for your permission and may try to charm your wife and other's may need your encouragement."