23-01-2019, 03:23 PM
"Well that is the point as Manisha explained, I don't just want an adventure, I want a wife."
"We need his constant guidance," added Manisha, "and he wants intimacy with a woman."
"A young woman," clarified Kishanchanji.
"And I have always liked your wife," he continued, "and Manisha isn't averse to this idea itself."
I looked at her. It was roleplaying but I didn't really believe that Kishanchanji knew about our tacit understanding. But I wasn't naive to believe that the tacit understanding only existed between me and her. There was ample evidence to suggest that they too had their own understanding. What I firmly believed was that Kishanchanji didn't really know about my approval before she initiated the affair.
There was silence. None of us really knew what to say to mitigate the situation. We had come too far and there was no turning back. All of us weighed our options but none of us believed that words would break the ice. It had to be action. And given the circumstances, the only person who was at home was Kishanchanji himself, so I was just praying that he didn't make us beg for it.
"Now," he said finally, "if you keep an eye on the intrusive waiter, I can properly kiss my adorable wife here."
Manisha' wide eyes and open mouth conveyed that she didn't anticipate it. She looked at me startled by his suggestion.
"Come on honey," he cajoled her, "you don't really believe an anniversary is complete without a french kiss?"
She tried to hush him. There was no need for that as we were quite alone in that room that evening and the intrusive waiter was on the other side; he couldn't watch them but me as I sat opposite to them. She looked at me for help and leaned back and away from him. It was only rhetorical denial, I thought. Her hands were down by the side, instead of staying up to block him or push him away. It was clear that she was only temporarily hesitating. Kishanchanji scooted further cornering her. Neither of them bothered looking at me.
His left hand went to her waist as he pulled her forward a little while his right went behind her back, encircling her waist to keep her backwards motion in check. She was stupefied and I certainly was in a daze as the only thing that I ever longed for was about to transpire not more than five feet away from me. Kishanchanji stared at her beauty for few moments and then lunged into action. He was slow and deliberate. His lips landed on her tender neck, gently caressing with his slightly parted lips. I heard her exhale audibly as his lips met her neck. She had surrendered to her debauched feelings. There was no apprehension on her side; if at all there was an attempt to savor the moment; prolong it for as long as she could. Kishanchanji gently kissed her neck as she squirmed in his embrace. She let him kiss her neck as she turned her face to present herself squarely to him. His left hand moved northwards as it gently grazed her breasts. His attention riveted to her breast as he stopped kissing her. This brought her back from her reverie as she wondered the cause of his distraction. Noticing her attention towards his hand, he gently squeezed her breast. She moaned, puckering her lips.
Unlike what I had seen in some semi-professional videos, Manisha didn't bother looking at me at all. Her anxiety reflected my presence but she never bothered looking at me and perhaps that's what emboldened her eventually. She started getting involved into it as Kishanchanji showered her neck with small kisses. Quite subtly, she kissed him on his cheek, beckoning for his lips. Not surprisingly, Kishanchanji looked up and saw the willingness in her eyes. She puckered her lips invitingly and leaned forward to kiss his lips.
It was a sight worth seeing as their tongues snaked around each other, hungrily sucking each other's lips. It wasn't a passionate hot kiss that meant to be escalated to a quickie in a matter of minutes. Rather it was gradual undulation of the snakes mating with each other for prolonged period. The kiss was intense but gradual. She showed no hesitation in accepting his kiss as she probed and encouraged his probing. The kiss lasted couple of minutes and I felt it was unusually long for their supposedly first kiss. Yet the spectacle had worked its charm as my hand moved to my pecker and was massaging its tip to relieve my pending frustration.
Breaking the kiss suddenly, he cautioned, "please keep an eye - we don't want to get caught in a scandalous position."
He continued ravishing her lips. She welcomed him lovingly now as her arms now circled his shoulders holding him lovingly. He escalated the ordeal by brazenly squeezing her breasts. She moaned into his mouth as a sign of her disapproval. The entire ordeal took about five minutes but seemed much longer.
Breaking the kiss, finally, he remarked, "That felt like heaven!"
Manisha wiped her lips off the excess saliva from their kiss. She evaded my eyes cursorily but then she looked at me normally after rearranging her attire.
It was surreal. It was better than the first time Kishanchanji seduced her under our roof.
"Ever since she stepped into your life," he exhaled, "I have longed to taste those lips."
Looking at my bemused state, he said, "Don't be surprised. Your education has just begun."
"Do you follow?" he asked forcefully, shaking me from my reverie. What was I to do. The lioness had been prancing around him almost urging him to mount her. The nomadic lion didn't yield immediately but chose the right opportunity to make a pass at her at close quarters in the presence of pride owner. It was evident that the lioness didn't really look towards the pride owner for her sexual needs anymore.
I nodded.
"Your wife is hot," he exclaimed.
"I bet she tires you in the bedroom." Manisha blushed at his vulgar remark but she was now far more comfortable.
"Kishanchanji," she quipped, "I am your wife too."
"Oh yes," he said, hugging her. This time she didn't resist and let him pull her in.
"Here is how it works," he started, laying down the rules.
"You had your share of fun," he said, "now it is my turn."
"For the next three years," he started and glared at her as Manisha covered her mouth trying contain her laughter. She tried to control it and then quipped, "Three years is a long period Kishanchanji. Vinit may need training only for three months."
"Where is the fun in that?"
They both laughed and even I chuckled at the light moment we were sharing.
"Besides his jealous streak cannot be cured in such a short duration," he argued. Manisha smiled knowing that Kishanchanji really wanted a longer term. I intervened dumbly, "We needn't worry about time periods."
"What is important that we keep it under the covers and avoid scandals."
"I agree," added Kishanchanji. Manisha gave me the look that told me to keep my mouth shut.
"Well," he said, looking at her for response.
"KIshanchanji," she said, after collecting her thoughts, "this is a delicate matter."
"Vinit is my rightful husband and I have married him because I love him. While it is true that we have to make certain compromises to be successful in life, I wouldn't want to do anything that can jeopardize our marriage.So, I do think we should have time constraints."
"Now, I do understand your earnesty here," she added calculatedly, "and do realize the importance of your support and valuable guidance."
"However, restricting it to a period of two years shall suffice," she added with an air of authority.
"Well then two years it is," he added, "more years wouldn't hurt this old man."
"Let's not delay then," he quickly added, "the executive suite is waiting for us."
"Kishanchanji that is scandalous," she said admonishing him, "such nocturnal activities should be restricted to our house," she added blushing.
"Now Vinit," he said looking at me, "if I may add for this brief period she shall be my wife first and then yours."
"What does that mean?" I asked. The irritation and indignation in my voice was apparent.
"Let's agree that it is important for me to fully savor relationship with my wife - and the condensed schedule only emphasizes the importance of it."
"Kishanchanji," said Manisha in assuring tone, covering his hand with hers, "there are no restrictions, no policies, and complete freedom to you with regards to our relationship."
"Let me clarify," he retorted.
"For this brief period, Manisha would only look towards me to fulfill her sexual needs."
"That's mean!" she blurted.
"However," he added, "understanding the hardships this may cause to your beloved husband Vinit, I suggest that all you do is prioritize my needs over his."
"In other words," he further clarified, "no fun for you until I have had my share for the day or night!"
She had a bemused look on her face. She looked at me to see if I had any apprehensions. However, I was far beyond my comfort level. I had realized that if Kishanchanji wanted me to suck his penis then Manisha would cajole me into it. I just prayed that none of his perversions entailed such extreme thoughts. I grudgingly threw up my arms.
"We need his constant guidance," added Manisha, "and he wants intimacy with a woman."
"A young woman," clarified Kishanchanji.
"And I have always liked your wife," he continued, "and Manisha isn't averse to this idea itself."
I looked at her. It was roleplaying but I didn't really believe that Kishanchanji knew about our tacit understanding. But I wasn't naive to believe that the tacit understanding only existed between me and her. There was ample evidence to suggest that they too had their own understanding. What I firmly believed was that Kishanchanji didn't really know about my approval before she initiated the affair.
There was silence. None of us really knew what to say to mitigate the situation. We had come too far and there was no turning back. All of us weighed our options but none of us believed that words would break the ice. It had to be action. And given the circumstances, the only person who was at home was Kishanchanji himself, so I was just praying that he didn't make us beg for it.
"Now," he said finally, "if you keep an eye on the intrusive waiter, I can properly kiss my adorable wife here."
Manisha' wide eyes and open mouth conveyed that she didn't anticipate it. She looked at me startled by his suggestion.
"Come on honey," he cajoled her, "you don't really believe an anniversary is complete without a french kiss?"
She tried to hush him. There was no need for that as we were quite alone in that room that evening and the intrusive waiter was on the other side; he couldn't watch them but me as I sat opposite to them. She looked at me for help and leaned back and away from him. It was only rhetorical denial, I thought. Her hands were down by the side, instead of staying up to block him or push him away. It was clear that she was only temporarily hesitating. Kishanchanji scooted further cornering her. Neither of them bothered looking at me.
His left hand went to her waist as he pulled her forward a little while his right went behind her back, encircling her waist to keep her backwards motion in check. She was stupefied and I certainly was in a daze as the only thing that I ever longed for was about to transpire not more than five feet away from me. Kishanchanji stared at her beauty for few moments and then lunged into action. He was slow and deliberate. His lips landed on her tender neck, gently caressing with his slightly parted lips. I heard her exhale audibly as his lips met her neck. She had surrendered to her debauched feelings. There was no apprehension on her side; if at all there was an attempt to savor the moment; prolong it for as long as she could. Kishanchanji gently kissed her neck as she squirmed in his embrace. She let him kiss her neck as she turned her face to present herself squarely to him. His left hand moved northwards as it gently grazed her breasts. His attention riveted to her breast as he stopped kissing her. This brought her back from her reverie as she wondered the cause of his distraction. Noticing her attention towards his hand, he gently squeezed her breast. She moaned, puckering her lips.
Unlike what I had seen in some semi-professional videos, Manisha didn't bother looking at me at all. Her anxiety reflected my presence but she never bothered looking at me and perhaps that's what emboldened her eventually. She started getting involved into it as Kishanchanji showered her neck with small kisses. Quite subtly, she kissed him on his cheek, beckoning for his lips. Not surprisingly, Kishanchanji looked up and saw the willingness in her eyes. She puckered her lips invitingly and leaned forward to kiss his lips.
It was a sight worth seeing as their tongues snaked around each other, hungrily sucking each other's lips. It wasn't a passionate hot kiss that meant to be escalated to a quickie in a matter of minutes. Rather it was gradual undulation of the snakes mating with each other for prolonged period. The kiss was intense but gradual. She showed no hesitation in accepting his kiss as she probed and encouraged his probing. The kiss lasted couple of minutes and I felt it was unusually long for their supposedly first kiss. Yet the spectacle had worked its charm as my hand moved to my pecker and was massaging its tip to relieve my pending frustration.
Breaking the kiss suddenly, he cautioned, "please keep an eye - we don't want to get caught in a scandalous position."
He continued ravishing her lips. She welcomed him lovingly now as her arms now circled his shoulders holding him lovingly. He escalated the ordeal by brazenly squeezing her breasts. She moaned into his mouth as a sign of her disapproval. The entire ordeal took about five minutes but seemed much longer.
Breaking the kiss, finally, he remarked, "That felt like heaven!"
Manisha wiped her lips off the excess saliva from their kiss. She evaded my eyes cursorily but then she looked at me normally after rearranging her attire.
It was surreal. It was better than the first time Kishanchanji seduced her under our roof.
"Ever since she stepped into your life," he exhaled, "I have longed to taste those lips."
Looking at my bemused state, he said, "Don't be surprised. Your education has just begun."
"Do you follow?" he asked forcefully, shaking me from my reverie. What was I to do. The lioness had been prancing around him almost urging him to mount her. The nomadic lion didn't yield immediately but chose the right opportunity to make a pass at her at close quarters in the presence of pride owner. It was evident that the lioness didn't really look towards the pride owner for her sexual needs anymore.
I nodded.
"Your wife is hot," he exclaimed.
"I bet she tires you in the bedroom." Manisha blushed at his vulgar remark but she was now far more comfortable.
"Kishanchanji," she quipped, "I am your wife too."
"Oh yes," he said, hugging her. This time she didn't resist and let him pull her in.
"Here is how it works," he started, laying down the rules.
"You had your share of fun," he said, "now it is my turn."
"For the next three years," he started and glared at her as Manisha covered her mouth trying contain her laughter. She tried to control it and then quipped, "Three years is a long period Kishanchanji. Vinit may need training only for three months."
"Where is the fun in that?"
They both laughed and even I chuckled at the light moment we were sharing.
"Besides his jealous streak cannot be cured in such a short duration," he argued. Manisha smiled knowing that Kishanchanji really wanted a longer term. I intervened dumbly, "We needn't worry about time periods."
"What is important that we keep it under the covers and avoid scandals."
"I agree," added Kishanchanji. Manisha gave me the look that told me to keep my mouth shut.
"Well," he said, looking at her for response.
"KIshanchanji," she said, after collecting her thoughts, "this is a delicate matter."
"Vinit is my rightful husband and I have married him because I love him. While it is true that we have to make certain compromises to be successful in life, I wouldn't want to do anything that can jeopardize our marriage.So, I do think we should have time constraints."
"Now, I do understand your earnesty here," she added calculatedly, "and do realize the importance of your support and valuable guidance."
"However, restricting it to a period of two years shall suffice," she added with an air of authority.
"Well then two years it is," he added, "more years wouldn't hurt this old man."
"Let's not delay then," he quickly added, "the executive suite is waiting for us."
"Kishanchanji that is scandalous," she said admonishing him, "such nocturnal activities should be restricted to our house," she added blushing.
"Now Vinit," he said looking at me, "if I may add for this brief period she shall be my wife first and then yours."
"What does that mean?" I asked. The irritation and indignation in my voice was apparent.
"Let's agree that it is important for me to fully savor relationship with my wife - and the condensed schedule only emphasizes the importance of it."
"Kishanchanji," said Manisha in assuring tone, covering his hand with hers, "there are no restrictions, no policies, and complete freedom to you with regards to our relationship."
"Let me clarify," he retorted.
"For this brief period, Manisha would only look towards me to fulfill her sexual needs."
"That's mean!" she blurted.
"However," he added, "understanding the hardships this may cause to your beloved husband Vinit, I suggest that all you do is prioritize my needs over his."
"In other words," he further clarified, "no fun for you until I have had my share for the day or night!"
She had a bemused look on her face. She looked at me to see if I had any apprehensions. However, I was far beyond my comfort level. I had realized that if Kishanchanji wanted me to suck his penis then Manisha would cajole me into it. I just prayed that none of his perversions entailed such extreme thoughts. I grudgingly threw up my arms.
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