23-01-2019, 03:21 PM
"Don't be judgemental," he added, before I could react. Manisha cautioned me to keep calm at the same time.
"With Amirchanji you suggest that I try the later strategy."
"Now you are talking," he encouraged. Manisha stole a chuckle but quickly hid her excitement.
"With the first category, you suggest that I don't intervene?"
"See, not every association and business deal is the same."
"What we are talking about is private company of your beautiful wife."
"The level of intimacy has to be predicated on the importance of the business relationship."
"You get the drift, I suppose?"
I nodded, acting as mature as I could, given the circumstances.
"What is the strategy for the second category men?"
"That is a tricky puzzle to solve," he exhaled, leaning back. All along he had been leaning forward and speaking to me intently. May be it was my non confrontational style that put him at ease.
"Manisha," he asked, "why don't you explain?"
"Me," she answered in awkward manner. He had caught her off guard. It was certain that he had already discussed with her on the subject.
"Dear, you got to explain it to your husband," he urged. Her nervousness returned. All the confidence that was present only a few minutes ago vanished.
"Go on," he pushed her.
"Kishanchanji briefly explained earlier," she started hesitantly, weighing my reaction.
"He was suggesting," she carefully chose her words, "that you need to convey to such men that I am not off limits."
Looking at my puzzled response, she continued, "It means that you introduce me not as your wife but your business partner."
"That," she added, "would allow me to negotiate on your behalf tricky deals and also make it easier for them to drop their guard."
My heart was racing as she described his proposal. It had a similar effect on her, I supposed. It was only Kishanchanji who appeared normal. There was uncomfortable silence as Manisha and I weighed her words. She evaded my eyes as I looked at her. Kishanchanji took the opportunity to order food.
It was evident that in some way they both wanted me to accept Manisha's infidelity openly or rather they wanted me to openly encourage it. However, the entire discussion had been surrounding Amirchanji and I wondered how that may benefit Kishanchanji.It was difficult for me to think straight in the state that Manisha had left me for the past three weeks. Could it have been that she had resolved to consummate our anniversary with him already and hence avoid actual intercourse with me all these days? Did she already anticipate my willingness or did she manipulate me into it? Whatever may have been the motivation or facts, the effect was unmistakable. I desired Kishanchanji to mate with my wife and not simply for recreation but for procreation.
However, it wasn't something that I was willing to confess in front of anyone except my wife. Until I read Manisha's letter, perhaps I didn't have the courage to confess in front of her either. I was torn between my fetish to watch him mate with her and endure the decimation of my self esteem. One may wonder what kind of self-esteem? Given that it was my insidious desire to see her please other men! Still most men who harbor such hideous thoughts are aware of the difference between fantasy and reality. Yet nothing in life comes the way you desire it. You may get what you wished for but there are always strings attached. My mental agony was unbearable but down below my penis was leaking precum in anticipation of Kishanchanji's next move. Her words were ringing true now of him making aware of the husbands that he is bedding their wives but I never thought it may come as such a rude shock.
Lost in thought, he remarked, "it would be difficult for him." She nodded tentatively.
"Don't you agree Vinit?" I too nodded. Manisha gave me a look again, making it clear that she didn't want the conversation to end.
"Kishanchanji," she interrupted, "nothing is easy in life."
"I hope," she said leaning forward, grabbing my hand with one and his hand with another hand, "with your guidance we can cross any chasm."
"You think so?" he quizzed.
"I believe so."
"What about you?" he asked me.
"Your wife here is brave," he said, gulping his saliva, "and what shall I say adventurous."
"But are you willing to endure it?" he asked, looking directly into my eyes, leaning forward and pushing me for a response. Manisha maintained a tight grip on my hand.
"Can you imagine?" he probed further.
"You working tirelessly on a business proposal as the unfamiliar sounds of your wife fall on your ears."
"The grunts that have always eluded you and throes of passion that you may have never experienced going Amirchanji's way?"
He rubbed it in, finally. I was flustered and quite certainly Manisha's heart skipped a beat as Kishanchanji vulgarly described my quandary.
"We have faith in our marriage," she intervened, her hand firmly grasped mine assuringly.
"It is not faith that saves," countered Kishanchanji, "but ones deep love for his woman and unbridled passion to give her the very best!"
"Women find it easy," he added, "it is the men who need a firm resolve."
"As Manisha explained it wouldn't be easy but we are willing to try it," I added, dryly.
"Vinit, what I am asking is can you really imagine it?"
"Yes," I hesitantly answered. Manisha too was nervous not knowing where this was heading.
"Try harder," he pushed me, "visualize it."
"What sort of emotions does it evoke?"
"Jealousy," I quipped.
"What else?"
I didn't know how to respond. I presumed he didn't expect to admit that I relished having my wife screwed by Amirchanji.
"Vinit you need to think hard if this is something that you really want," he tried, pushing me again.
Manisha interrupted, saying, "It is only jealousy that he needs to reign in."
"That's understandable but does he have desire to remedy it?"
"All it requires is for you to do that," he said, and looking at her, he added, "and for you to leverage your chemistry with him."
"It is easier said than done," she countered. While Manisha was sexually excited she did have much better self control than I did.
"It is not easy and requires application," he added.
"Manisha I sense that contrary to my earlier opinion, I don't think you folks are ready for it yet."
"Kishanchanji, there is no doubt we have to grow a lot before we can show any sort of maturity."
"But then that takes time and constant guidance," she added, calculatedly.
The food arrived and the waiter set the plates for us and served the food. The menu was simpler as the intention was not food but the proceedings after the dinner.
"Sir, if you don't mind, I have a suggestion," he spoke to Kishanchanji as he served his food. Kishanchanji approved.
"Since you are such a romantic couple, we can upgrade you folks to a much better suite that is perfect for the occasion."
"If you pardon my intrusion, I over heard that you were celebrating your anniversary."
"It has a king size bed and extra large bath tub, perfect for a romantic couple," he added.
This had no effect on Kishanchanji but I had a raging hard on and Manisha too was equally flushed.
"Absolutely," responded Kishanchanji, as he hugged Manisha again. This time his hand didn't encircle her shoulder, instead it was her waist.
"She would love it," he added, pulling her in.
"Your wife is shy," he remarked, "how long have you been married."
"She is gorgeous," he exuded, "it has been four precious years and looking forward to many more, right honey?"
Kishanchanji took advantage of the situation as I sat their seething with a raging hard on. He leaned in and try to kiss her on the side of her cheek. She evaded it but not flagrantly. Eventually he did manage to kiss her on cheeks.
Even after the waiter left, Kishanchanji's had rested on her slender waist. His hand was concealed behind the pallu (portion of saree that covers the breasts) she wore. But it was clear that his hand wasn't idle as Manisha fidgeted with the food in front of her, quite nervous about what was happening.
"You didn't mind that did you?" asked Kishanchanji, chuckling.
"If you don't mind asking what sort of an effect it had on you?" he asked.
"Besides jealousy," he added.
"Go ahead, think about it and honestly answer," he said, ignoring Manisha's discomfort. Kishanchanji was left handed so it didn't bother him to sit in that state with his hand firmly resting on her waist. From the looks of it his hand was touching her naked stomach and he had no intention of letting her go yet.
"If I may assist, my hand is resting on your beautiful wife's slender waist." Manisha fidgeted but relented and let him have his way with her.
"It's for your benefit," he added, "you need to master your jealous streak."
"Vinit eat your food."
"Her skin is so smooth - without any folds - amazing for a woman who has mothered a child not long ago."
Manisha was practically convulsing as Kishanchanji caressed her bare stomach. None of the actions were visible to me but Manisha' reaction left nothing to my imagination.
"This is how the pushovers take control of the situation," he continued.
"They wouldn't ask you for permission - they wouldn't care for your presence - all they care for is their gratification."
"And too your utter surprise, you would find that your wife would react positively."
"Amirchanji is not of that type, I suppose," I countered. My intention was to divert the discussion from the explicits that he was resorting to.
"He isn't. With him he would need to be persuaded both by you and her."
"Not verbally but by showing your subservience."
"Let's not talk about him," interrupted Manisha, "I don't quite believe association with him is that important."
"But I agree that we may have to be prepared for such an event if the situation arises."
"So, let me ask Vinit, do you feel a mixture of jealousy and sexual tension?"
"Right now. With the waiter misunderstanding our relationship and me trying to take advantage of your wife."
I nodded.
"Finally, you let the cat out of the bag."
"If I were to guess the proportions it would about 60-40 split between sexual tension and jealousy."
"Right?"
"About right," I answered.
"If I may push it could even have been more like 70-30, which is a normal reaction for men of your type."
"With Amirchanji you suggest that I try the later strategy."
"Now you are talking," he encouraged. Manisha stole a chuckle but quickly hid her excitement.
"With the first category, you suggest that I don't intervene?"
"See, not every association and business deal is the same."
"What we are talking about is private company of your beautiful wife."
"The level of intimacy has to be predicated on the importance of the business relationship."
"You get the drift, I suppose?"
I nodded, acting as mature as I could, given the circumstances.
"What is the strategy for the second category men?"
"That is a tricky puzzle to solve," he exhaled, leaning back. All along he had been leaning forward and speaking to me intently. May be it was my non confrontational style that put him at ease.
"Manisha," he asked, "why don't you explain?"
"Me," she answered in awkward manner. He had caught her off guard. It was certain that he had already discussed with her on the subject.
"Dear, you got to explain it to your husband," he urged. Her nervousness returned. All the confidence that was present only a few minutes ago vanished.
"Go on," he pushed her.
"Kishanchanji briefly explained earlier," she started hesitantly, weighing my reaction.
"He was suggesting," she carefully chose her words, "that you need to convey to such men that I am not off limits."
Looking at my puzzled response, she continued, "It means that you introduce me not as your wife but your business partner."
"That," she added, "would allow me to negotiate on your behalf tricky deals and also make it easier for them to drop their guard."
My heart was racing as she described his proposal. It had a similar effect on her, I supposed. It was only Kishanchanji who appeared normal. There was uncomfortable silence as Manisha and I weighed her words. She evaded my eyes as I looked at her. Kishanchanji took the opportunity to order food.
It was evident that in some way they both wanted me to accept Manisha's infidelity openly or rather they wanted me to openly encourage it. However, the entire discussion had been surrounding Amirchanji and I wondered how that may benefit Kishanchanji.It was difficult for me to think straight in the state that Manisha had left me for the past three weeks. Could it have been that she had resolved to consummate our anniversary with him already and hence avoid actual intercourse with me all these days? Did she already anticipate my willingness or did she manipulate me into it? Whatever may have been the motivation or facts, the effect was unmistakable. I desired Kishanchanji to mate with my wife and not simply for recreation but for procreation.
However, it wasn't something that I was willing to confess in front of anyone except my wife. Until I read Manisha's letter, perhaps I didn't have the courage to confess in front of her either. I was torn between my fetish to watch him mate with her and endure the decimation of my self esteem. One may wonder what kind of self-esteem? Given that it was my insidious desire to see her please other men! Still most men who harbor such hideous thoughts are aware of the difference between fantasy and reality. Yet nothing in life comes the way you desire it. You may get what you wished for but there are always strings attached. My mental agony was unbearable but down below my penis was leaking precum in anticipation of Kishanchanji's next move. Her words were ringing true now of him making aware of the husbands that he is bedding their wives but I never thought it may come as such a rude shock.
Lost in thought, he remarked, "it would be difficult for him." She nodded tentatively.
"Don't you agree Vinit?" I too nodded. Manisha gave me a look again, making it clear that she didn't want the conversation to end.
"Kishanchanji," she interrupted, "nothing is easy in life."
"I hope," she said leaning forward, grabbing my hand with one and his hand with another hand, "with your guidance we can cross any chasm."
"You think so?" he quizzed.
"I believe so."
"What about you?" he asked me.
"Your wife here is brave," he said, gulping his saliva, "and what shall I say adventurous."
"But are you willing to endure it?" he asked, looking directly into my eyes, leaning forward and pushing me for a response. Manisha maintained a tight grip on my hand.
"Can you imagine?" he probed further.
"You working tirelessly on a business proposal as the unfamiliar sounds of your wife fall on your ears."
"The grunts that have always eluded you and throes of passion that you may have never experienced going Amirchanji's way?"
He rubbed it in, finally. I was flustered and quite certainly Manisha's heart skipped a beat as Kishanchanji vulgarly described my quandary.
"We have faith in our marriage," she intervened, her hand firmly grasped mine assuringly.
"It is not faith that saves," countered Kishanchanji, "but ones deep love for his woman and unbridled passion to give her the very best!"
"Women find it easy," he added, "it is the men who need a firm resolve."
"As Manisha explained it wouldn't be easy but we are willing to try it," I added, dryly.
"Vinit, what I am asking is can you really imagine it?"
"Yes," I hesitantly answered. Manisha too was nervous not knowing where this was heading.
"Try harder," he pushed me, "visualize it."
"What sort of emotions does it evoke?"
"Jealousy," I quipped.
"What else?"
I didn't know how to respond. I presumed he didn't expect to admit that I relished having my wife screwed by Amirchanji.
"Vinit you need to think hard if this is something that you really want," he tried, pushing me again.
Manisha interrupted, saying, "It is only jealousy that he needs to reign in."
"That's understandable but does he have desire to remedy it?"
"All it requires is for you to do that," he said, and looking at her, he added, "and for you to leverage your chemistry with him."
"It is easier said than done," she countered. While Manisha was sexually excited she did have much better self control than I did.
"It is not easy and requires application," he added.
"Manisha I sense that contrary to my earlier opinion, I don't think you folks are ready for it yet."
"Kishanchanji, there is no doubt we have to grow a lot before we can show any sort of maturity."
"But then that takes time and constant guidance," she added, calculatedly.
The food arrived and the waiter set the plates for us and served the food. The menu was simpler as the intention was not food but the proceedings after the dinner.
"Sir, if you don't mind, I have a suggestion," he spoke to Kishanchanji as he served his food. Kishanchanji approved.
"Since you are such a romantic couple, we can upgrade you folks to a much better suite that is perfect for the occasion."
"If you pardon my intrusion, I over heard that you were celebrating your anniversary."
"It has a king size bed and extra large bath tub, perfect for a romantic couple," he added.
This had no effect on Kishanchanji but I had a raging hard on and Manisha too was equally flushed.
"Absolutely," responded Kishanchanji, as he hugged Manisha again. This time his hand didn't encircle her shoulder, instead it was her waist.
"She would love it," he added, pulling her in.
"Your wife is shy," he remarked, "how long have you been married."
"She is gorgeous," he exuded, "it has been four precious years and looking forward to many more, right honey?"
Kishanchanji took advantage of the situation as I sat their seething with a raging hard on. He leaned in and try to kiss her on the side of her cheek. She evaded it but not flagrantly. Eventually he did manage to kiss her on cheeks.
Even after the waiter left, Kishanchanji's had rested on her slender waist. His hand was concealed behind the pallu (portion of saree that covers the breasts) she wore. But it was clear that his hand wasn't idle as Manisha fidgeted with the food in front of her, quite nervous about what was happening.
"You didn't mind that did you?" asked Kishanchanji, chuckling.
"If you don't mind asking what sort of an effect it had on you?" he asked.
"Besides jealousy," he added.
"Go ahead, think about it and honestly answer," he said, ignoring Manisha's discomfort. Kishanchanji was left handed so it didn't bother him to sit in that state with his hand firmly resting on her waist. From the looks of it his hand was touching her naked stomach and he had no intention of letting her go yet.
"If I may assist, my hand is resting on your beautiful wife's slender waist." Manisha fidgeted but relented and let him have his way with her.
"It's for your benefit," he added, "you need to master your jealous streak."
"Vinit eat your food."
"Her skin is so smooth - without any folds - amazing for a woman who has mothered a child not long ago."
Manisha was practically convulsing as Kishanchanji caressed her bare stomach. None of the actions were visible to me but Manisha' reaction left nothing to my imagination.
"This is how the pushovers take control of the situation," he continued.
"They wouldn't ask you for permission - they wouldn't care for your presence - all they care for is their gratification."
"And too your utter surprise, you would find that your wife would react positively."
"Amirchanji is not of that type, I suppose," I countered. My intention was to divert the discussion from the explicits that he was resorting to.
"He isn't. With him he would need to be persuaded both by you and her."
"Not verbally but by showing your subservience."
"Let's not talk about him," interrupted Manisha, "I don't quite believe association with him is that important."
"But I agree that we may have to be prepared for such an event if the situation arises."
"So, let me ask Vinit, do you feel a mixture of jealousy and sexual tension?"
"Right now. With the waiter misunderstanding our relationship and me trying to take advantage of your wife."
I nodded.
"Finally, you let the cat out of the bag."
"If I were to guess the proportions it would about 60-40 split between sexual tension and jealousy."
"Right?"
"About right," I answered.
"If I may push it could even have been more like 70-30, which is a normal reaction for men of your type."
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