23-01-2019, 03:22 PM
"What do you mean?" I immediately objected to his insinuation. Despite my best efforts I couldn't accept him berating me directly. Manisha, however, reminded me non verbally to not react, essentially reminding me that it always provoked him.
"There are two kinds of men - one who fantasize about screwing other's wives and the ones who fantasize about watching other men screw their wife."
"I hope that clarifies."
"Let's finish our dinner quickly," he stopped abruptly, "I couldn't wait to show your wife the suite the waiter talked about."
Kishanchanji wouldn't let go of such a splendid opportunity to berate me, I thought. I looked for a reason but both Manisha and Kishanchanji had busied themselves. Upon careful inspection of their positions, I realized that Manisha's left hand, essentially was in his lap. Out of the corner of eye I noticed that her hand made tiny movements that couldn't be explained in a decent manner.
Manisha's behavior was having an effect on me. Right in front of me she showed fascination for our elderly neighbor. Was she encouraging Kishanchanji to take advantage of her? Where was his hand, I thought? It took a little while to figure it out but I could only make educated guesses. We spoke cursorily about various topics but my attention was on his hand. However, it was her facial expressions that gave away what his hand was upto. Due to the Pallu that covered her breasts, his hand was not really visible. But when Manisha seethed, suppressing her expression, I knew that he was definitely massaging her breast. Still why would a gently massage cause such an effect on her I thought. Was it because he was doing so in front of her husband? I carefully inspected his actions and it dawned on me that he may be tweaking her right nipple under the garb that shielded her assets.
The dinner took a good ten minutes and during that phase I could see that Manisha had succumbed to Kishanchanji's philandering ways. It was evident for an onlooker that she was smitten by him. Her demeanor was similar to that of a lioness in heat that was craving the attention of the nomadic lion shamelessly in front of the pride owner. She sat perilously close to him and showed no intention of leaning away from him. Instead, when they spoke, her face was not more than 2 feet distance from his. Her hand was busy the whole time but she kept it under the covers and unless I carefully paid attention it just seemed that her hand was resting in his lap.
More importantly, there was a phase during the dinner when they exclusively talked to each other. It was as if I didn't exist. The chemistry proved far too difficult for me to handle.
Just as the dinner was getting over, Kishanchanji, started again, "Manisha and I have thought carefully about how to ensure that you folks get the experience and right guidance in these matters."
"This may come as a surprise but I believe you folks need to practice with it for a little while."
"I don't get it," I asked, seeking more clarification.
"What I am suggesting is that you folks experiment with another male - to see how you both react to the experience."
"This may not be for everyone," he cautioned. Manisha looked at me and when my eyes met her she cautioned not to react but to go with the flow.
"You see what I am suggesting right?" he asked. Finally, I noticed him separate from Manisha. She adjusted her clothing in a conspicuous manner not realizing that from the corner of eye I was watching her actions.
"Is this really required?" I asked puzzled. I didn't anticipate this twist. But then things fell in place.
"Let me explain," intervened Manisha.
"Vinit we may think we are ready but we aren't mentally prepared for this."
"It is important that we experiment with this before we jump into it."
"What are you suggesting?"
"We need to find a trusted person who can mentor us in these matters."
"And you are suggesting that Kishanchanji would fill in that role."
"Yes," she answered nonchalantly.
"This is a continuous process - the lessons for which don't sink in right away."
"It's a long term thing then," I clarified.
"Yes but not just that."
"When we embark on this path - such situations won't arise when we want it."
"Instead, they would always stare at us."
"Testing our patience and perseverance."
"So, it can't be an hour a day thing."
"You see what I mean," she asked, fully aware of the fact that I knew what she was implying.
"And Kishanchanji you are okay with this?" I asked feigning my surprise at Manisha's description.
"I couldn't say no to Manisha," he answered diplomatically.
"It has to be a well wisher of ours and someone whom we can trust with our familial secrets," elaborated Manisha.
"I have one condition, though," he added, looking at Manisha.
"Are you with me so far?" asked Manisha. Well, there wasn't something that we hadn't talked about earlier, so I nodded.
"Kishanchanji here," she said, measuring her words, "has a peculiar request."
"What?"
"He has been honest in admitting his attraction towards your wife," she said, "which is no surprise," she chuckled.
"But given his celibate nature for the past decade and his midlife, he would like to experience the joy of having a wife once again."
"What?"
"Don't react but think about it," she pushed me.
The waiters came in to clean up the leftovers and the main waiter said, "Sir, we have a special surprise for you."
"Since you have upgraded to our executive suite," he added. He left after the table was cleaned but the thought left me stranded as I weighed Manisha's proposal carefully again. Although, I had accepted her proposal earlier, this was different as my acceptance would serve as an open invitation to Kishanchanji.
The waiter brought in a cake with a candle lit in the center. It was perhaps to celebrate their anniversary, I thought. It said "Happy Anniversary" but didn't mention the names. One look at Manisha confirmed that she hadn't really expected this.
"Dear let's celebrate our anniversary," he said beamingly, hugging her sideways. I sat there helplessly as Kishanchanji humiliated me in front of my wife and the waiter.
"You two look beautiful," commented the waiter as he eagerly awaited the cake cutting ceremony.
"You mind taking pictures of my beautiful wife?" he asked, hugging Manisha. He obviously had penchant for rubbing it in. She was stunned by the sudden events that she simply went with the flow. Kishanchanji's right hand went around her and grabbed her right hand to cut the cake. She leaned into him; her hand rested on the table, the other side of the cake and adroitly he clasped her hand with his left hand. It wasn't just that but his fingers intertwined with hers. If this was rehearsed then Manisha's reaction didn't really show it.
Kishanchanji made a spectacle of my wife as he held onto my dear wife in front of the ogling waiter. He made me click several pictures before he allowed her to blow the candles. He made an attempt to sneak a kiss but she evaded it. His kisses landed on her hair as he lovingly played with her hair all the while goading me to take pictures. He kissed her neck as she prepared to cut the cake; it was a subtle kiss that caused Manisha to react but she suppressed her actions to the extent she could.
She unceremoniously cut the cake without waiting for me to take a snap of them during the process. Kishanchanji, however, wasn't to be deterred. He grabbed her jaw with his left hand and turning it towards him he kissed her. Yet he missed, or so I thought, as his kiss landed on her cheek, albeit touching the corner of mouth and as fate would have it I captured that moment. It lasted longer than the picture needed it and I even saw him purse his lips to offer her a wet kiss. The corner of her mouth had the wetness when she finally managed to push him away.
It was a seminal event of my life. Kishanchanji had managed to take over my anniversary as his own, finally. If I had any hopes of escaping from the situation unscathed, I knew they were misplaced. It was only a matter of time before he would take her as his own wife!
My hormones were in overdrive as my pecker beckoned for attention. I silently shifted in my seat as I rearranged the bulge in a more comfortable position. Kishanchanji fed the piece of cake to her, which she nibbled at and then without much encouragement, she demurely took the piece from his hand and fed it to him. He took his time eating morsels from her hand. It was a sight to behold as Kishanchanji flicked his tongue across her fingers a few times much to my chagrin.
She cut a small piece for me after wiping her hand. The waiter congratulated them as he picked up the remaining cake to clear the table.
"Sir, your wife is beautiful," he remarked.
"No wonder our one year old is adorable," replied Kishanchanji.
"He is at home," he asked, tentatively. Kishanchanji nodded, not providing much encouragement to him. It just seemed that he was far too inquisitive.
"Happy anniversary," he once again congratulated them, "and hope your stay in the executive suite is eventful," he added, leaving swiftly.
"Did you hear what he said dear?" he remarked jokingly. He moved into to kiss her but she pushed him away saying, "we need to talk."
"Oh, what have you thought then?" asked Kishanchanji.
"What may I say, you just celebrated our anniversary," I remarked dryly.
"There are two kinds of men - one who fantasize about screwing other's wives and the ones who fantasize about watching other men screw their wife."
"I hope that clarifies."
"Let's finish our dinner quickly," he stopped abruptly, "I couldn't wait to show your wife the suite the waiter talked about."
Kishanchanji wouldn't let go of such a splendid opportunity to berate me, I thought. I looked for a reason but both Manisha and Kishanchanji had busied themselves. Upon careful inspection of their positions, I realized that Manisha's left hand, essentially was in his lap. Out of the corner of eye I noticed that her hand made tiny movements that couldn't be explained in a decent manner.
Manisha's behavior was having an effect on me. Right in front of me she showed fascination for our elderly neighbor. Was she encouraging Kishanchanji to take advantage of her? Where was his hand, I thought? It took a little while to figure it out but I could only make educated guesses. We spoke cursorily about various topics but my attention was on his hand. However, it was her facial expressions that gave away what his hand was upto. Due to the Pallu that covered her breasts, his hand was not really visible. But when Manisha seethed, suppressing her expression, I knew that he was definitely massaging her breast. Still why would a gently massage cause such an effect on her I thought. Was it because he was doing so in front of her husband? I carefully inspected his actions and it dawned on me that he may be tweaking her right nipple under the garb that shielded her assets.
The dinner took a good ten minutes and during that phase I could see that Manisha had succumbed to Kishanchanji's philandering ways. It was evident for an onlooker that she was smitten by him. Her demeanor was similar to that of a lioness in heat that was craving the attention of the nomadic lion shamelessly in front of the pride owner. She sat perilously close to him and showed no intention of leaning away from him. Instead, when they spoke, her face was not more than 2 feet distance from his. Her hand was busy the whole time but she kept it under the covers and unless I carefully paid attention it just seemed that her hand was resting in his lap.
More importantly, there was a phase during the dinner when they exclusively talked to each other. It was as if I didn't exist. The chemistry proved far too difficult for me to handle.
Just as the dinner was getting over, Kishanchanji, started again, "Manisha and I have thought carefully about how to ensure that you folks get the experience and right guidance in these matters."
"This may come as a surprise but I believe you folks need to practice with it for a little while."
"I don't get it," I asked, seeking more clarification.
"What I am suggesting is that you folks experiment with another male - to see how you both react to the experience."
"This may not be for everyone," he cautioned. Manisha looked at me and when my eyes met her she cautioned not to react but to go with the flow.
"You see what I am suggesting right?" he asked. Finally, I noticed him separate from Manisha. She adjusted her clothing in a conspicuous manner not realizing that from the corner of eye I was watching her actions.
"Is this really required?" I asked puzzled. I didn't anticipate this twist. But then things fell in place.
"Let me explain," intervened Manisha.
"Vinit we may think we are ready but we aren't mentally prepared for this."
"It is important that we experiment with this before we jump into it."
"What are you suggesting?"
"We need to find a trusted person who can mentor us in these matters."
"And you are suggesting that Kishanchanji would fill in that role."
"Yes," she answered nonchalantly.
"This is a continuous process - the lessons for which don't sink in right away."
"It's a long term thing then," I clarified.
"Yes but not just that."
"When we embark on this path - such situations won't arise when we want it."
"Instead, they would always stare at us."
"Testing our patience and perseverance."
"So, it can't be an hour a day thing."
"You see what I mean," she asked, fully aware of the fact that I knew what she was implying.
"And Kishanchanji you are okay with this?" I asked feigning my surprise at Manisha's description.
"I couldn't say no to Manisha," he answered diplomatically.
"It has to be a well wisher of ours and someone whom we can trust with our familial secrets," elaborated Manisha.
"I have one condition, though," he added, looking at Manisha.
"Are you with me so far?" asked Manisha. Well, there wasn't something that we hadn't talked about earlier, so I nodded.
"Kishanchanji here," she said, measuring her words, "has a peculiar request."
"What?"
"He has been honest in admitting his attraction towards your wife," she said, "which is no surprise," she chuckled.
"But given his celibate nature for the past decade and his midlife, he would like to experience the joy of having a wife once again."
"What?"
"Don't react but think about it," she pushed me.
The waiters came in to clean up the leftovers and the main waiter said, "Sir, we have a special surprise for you."
"Since you have upgraded to our executive suite," he added. He left after the table was cleaned but the thought left me stranded as I weighed Manisha's proposal carefully again. Although, I had accepted her proposal earlier, this was different as my acceptance would serve as an open invitation to Kishanchanji.
The waiter brought in a cake with a candle lit in the center. It was perhaps to celebrate their anniversary, I thought. It said "Happy Anniversary" but didn't mention the names. One look at Manisha confirmed that she hadn't really expected this.
"Dear let's celebrate our anniversary," he said beamingly, hugging her sideways. I sat there helplessly as Kishanchanji humiliated me in front of my wife and the waiter.
"You two look beautiful," commented the waiter as he eagerly awaited the cake cutting ceremony.
"You mind taking pictures of my beautiful wife?" he asked, hugging Manisha. He obviously had penchant for rubbing it in. She was stunned by the sudden events that she simply went with the flow. Kishanchanji's right hand went around her and grabbed her right hand to cut the cake. She leaned into him; her hand rested on the table, the other side of the cake and adroitly he clasped her hand with his left hand. It wasn't just that but his fingers intertwined with hers. If this was rehearsed then Manisha's reaction didn't really show it.
Kishanchanji made a spectacle of my wife as he held onto my dear wife in front of the ogling waiter. He made me click several pictures before he allowed her to blow the candles. He made an attempt to sneak a kiss but she evaded it. His kisses landed on her hair as he lovingly played with her hair all the while goading me to take pictures. He kissed her neck as she prepared to cut the cake; it was a subtle kiss that caused Manisha to react but she suppressed her actions to the extent she could.
She unceremoniously cut the cake without waiting for me to take a snap of them during the process. Kishanchanji, however, wasn't to be deterred. He grabbed her jaw with his left hand and turning it towards him he kissed her. Yet he missed, or so I thought, as his kiss landed on her cheek, albeit touching the corner of mouth and as fate would have it I captured that moment. It lasted longer than the picture needed it and I even saw him purse his lips to offer her a wet kiss. The corner of her mouth had the wetness when she finally managed to push him away.
It was a seminal event of my life. Kishanchanji had managed to take over my anniversary as his own, finally. If I had any hopes of escaping from the situation unscathed, I knew they were misplaced. It was only a matter of time before he would take her as his own wife!
My hormones were in overdrive as my pecker beckoned for attention. I silently shifted in my seat as I rearranged the bulge in a more comfortable position. Kishanchanji fed the piece of cake to her, which she nibbled at and then without much encouragement, she demurely took the piece from his hand and fed it to him. He took his time eating morsels from her hand. It was a sight to behold as Kishanchanji flicked his tongue across her fingers a few times much to my chagrin.
She cut a small piece for me after wiping her hand. The waiter congratulated them as he picked up the remaining cake to clear the table.
"Sir, your wife is beautiful," he remarked.
"No wonder our one year old is adorable," replied Kishanchanji.
"He is at home," he asked, tentatively. Kishanchanji nodded, not providing much encouragement to him. It just seemed that he was far too inquisitive.
"Happy anniversary," he once again congratulated them, "and hope your stay in the executive suite is eventful," he added, leaving swiftly.
"Did you hear what he said dear?" he remarked jokingly. He moved into to kiss her but she pushed him away saying, "we need to talk."
"Oh, what have you thought then?" asked Kishanchanji.
"What may I say, you just celebrated our anniversary," I remarked dryly.
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