Adultery Cuckolded by Disgusting Neighbor by vyasya

[Ramesh_Rocky]

"Kishanchanji," she interrupted, "your conditions are insidious."


"Besides it is difficult for us to abstain from such basic needs of hugging and kissing each other."

"So, I suggest that we don't draw such hard lines."

"We may reserve special days for Vinit but the bulk of the days and nights would be reserved for you."

"However, given that your relationship is time bound, I agree, that we should prioritize it and if there is a need for more time we can override Vinit's time, " she added, much to my chagrin.

"As I said you would be always first!" she sexily uttered, looking at him sensually after throwing a quick glance at me.

"Are you suggesting that Vinit would not be touching you on my days?" he asked, looking straight at her.

"Kishanchanji we needn't get into the weeds here," she responded smartly, "let's see how it evolves."

"To put your mind to rest," she continued, "let me clarify certain stipulations."

"The sanctity of our marital bed is reserved for only you during this period.

"Vinit shall move to the guest bedroom and shall not enter our bedroom for this period."

My embarrassed look didn't unnerve her as she continued with her monologue.

"On your days," she continued, "which shall we say 5 days of the week - Wednesday to Sunday - you shall have the right of first refusal."

"On Vinit's days as well, you shall have the right to go first," she exuded.

"And of course there is no restriction on the number of episodes with either of you."

"Vinit," she looked at me with some concern, of course it wasn't real, "we are doing this to make sure that Kishanchanji's two years are memorable."

"Hope you approve," she added.

"Well, it seems I should be getting used to the notion of you having sex with other men to further our business interests."

"So, I guess, this should help me get used to it," I added grudgingly.

"Absolutely," added Kishanchanji emphatically.

"Now Kishanchanji," she interrupted, "I took quite a few liberties with my considerate husband."

"If you would excuse us for a few minutes, I would like to speak to him alone."

As he moved to get up, "Oh no," she said, "you can meet us down in about 10-15 minutes in the parking lot."

"Not before I kiss my lovely bride again," he said and without warning planted his lips on hers. She was surprised with sudden move but yielded quickly to his aggression by parting her lips. Yet again there was no eagerness on either side as they let their tongues explore mouths and savor the occasion. Kishanchanji was leaning back as Manisha, the aggressor now was towering over him keeping her lips glued to his. The action was happening even closer to me than earlier and this time they didn't even try to hide themselves from the inquisitive waiter. Fortunately, he kept to himself and didn't spot them in a tight embrace. It perhaps lasted a few minutes with both of them concluding it at the same time.

Manisha wiped her lips of the excess saliva and stepped out. I followed her obediently. She lead me to the same deserted passage but this time we ventured even further. She turned around and waited for me to walk up to her. Her lips curled up in a wicked smile that someone like Kishanchanji would kill for. Her eyes were misty but the sparkle in her eyes was unmistaken. A passionate and arduous journey awaited us. She held my hand and looked at me lovingly.

"You were brave," she quipped. Her eyes spoke; something that didn't happen often. The texture of her hand and the delicate figure motions reminded me that I was far more dear to her now than I had ever been. She waited for a long while and then eventually moved into kiss me. It didn't matter that just moments ago she was kissing her other husband. It seemed natural. Something she expected of me and I didn't disappoint. Our kiss wasn't passionate as I thought it would be but instead it engendered the same languidness of her kiss with Kishanchanji. There is something to be said about a kiss that has no end goal. A kiss that is just undertaken to taste your partner's lips; to take in the stimulating smell of their breath; and quite literally indulging each other by exchanging copious amount of saliva.

"The two years is only to keep him in check," she said, "you should be prepared to take on secondary role in our life."

"Oh Manisha," I exhaled in her mouth, "I had never imagined the effect that sort of humiliation would have on me."

Instinctively her hands reached my groin that entrapped my raging hardon.

She whispered into my ear, "You should let him know it is okay for him to impregnate me."

I gave her the weird look. It was evident that neither of them needed any encouragement.

"I insist," she added haughtily. Her hand was still against my crotch, gently squeezing it.

"Was the evening planned?" I asked, turning my attention to immediate matters.

"Not much," she quipped.

"Your subservience ensured that Kishanchanji sampled your young wife in front of your own eyes!"

Realizing that perhaps she was rubbing it in, she corrected herself, "it is characteristic trait that is essential to allow for such opportunities to breed."

"There is no free lunch; while we gain ground in business your partners and important business associates may get progressively intimate with your wife."

"Not that we care for our business interests," she uttered sexily, "but we need something for them to think it is so."

"Kishanchanji is being mean by putting curbs on how much of action you can participate in," she said by turning my attention to his stipulations.

"While expected, we need to ensure that we reserve sometime for our intimacy."

"Until we figure it out; you let him have the lion share of me as expected per our understanding."

"Now let's not keep him waiting."

She gave me a peck and walked out. She headed to the restroom to clean herself up, in preparation to to make out with her new husband. I waited for her for about five minutes and then found her return as expected freshened up for her final rendezvous with Kishanchanji. She gave me a sly smile as we headed downstairs. Apparently, the bill was paid by Kishanchanji, so it seemed to me that he had already planned the festivities. I wondered if the waiter was one of his ploy as well.

She quipped, as we were descending the stairs, "we shall observe a brief engagement ceremony." And holding my hand, she added, "you are going to give your wife's hand to him."

"Here is the ring I want you to pass it to me."

Her words sent a chill up my spine as I held the box in my hand. Kishanchanji stood by our car. The parking lot was deserted and there was little chance of anyone spotting us that night. It was not nice and warm; the perfect kind of weather a romantic couple would long for. Kishanchanji's beaming smile gave me the shivers as what Manisha wanted me to do played in my mind.

Kishanchanji didn't look at me and neither did he ask for my permission as he pulled her into him lovingly. His hands encircled her naked waist and were holding her against his groin while Manisha still had my hand in a tight clasp. Yet again the stark contrast between them was evident.

In the dim light, her fair complexion was noticeable but Kishanchanji's features were barely visible. There wasn't any nervousness in her demeanor, if at all she had the glow of a newly wedded wife.

"Vinit," she prodded me, motioning with her eyes. I mustered courage and opened my mouth but my voice stuttered as I said, "Kiisshhaanji pleeaase accept my wife as yours!"

He looked at me mocking while holding his prized possession. Noticing the box in my hand, he pulled out a box from his pocket. Wanting for balance he momentarily left her alone as he opened the box carefully to show another of his diamond rings. This one looked equally expensive but was smaller in size compared to the one he gave her the first time.

Manish quickly presented her ring finger for him to place the ring. The bigger ring was behind our vanilla ring now and stayed comfortably saddled between two diamond rings that complemented each other well. Likewise, she pushed another ring onto his stubby ring finger. And then Manisha towering over him moved in to kiss him. She comfortably rested her arms around his shoulders as Kishanchanji grabbed her by her waist. She kissed him passionately; to an onlooker it appeared that she was the aggressor.

Breaking the kiss she said, "I am yours Kishanchanji." He smiled. She glanced at me, implying what my next move was supposed to be. I opened the back door of our car for them.Manisha let herself in first; Kishanchanji followed sneering at me.

As they sat comfortably inside, seating themselves decorously, waiting for me to take my position in the driving seat. I sat there and waited for my wife's cue.

"Well," she started, "first things first - let me first start by thanking you."

"Words cannot describe the privilege you shall be enjoying," she said in a cautious tone.

"Just the way we cannot express our gratitude to your hand in steading our rocking business."

"Yet, we expect utmost secrecy from you with what has transpired and anything that may transpire in the coming years."

"In return, we offer you a beautiful, young wife, younger than your daughters for your pleasure."

"And it is my earnest endeavor to pleasure you in every which way you imagined your wife to do."

"Towards that end," she said looking at me carefully, "let me lay down the ground rules for our understanding." She carefully enunciated her conditions, most of which dismayed me and certainly entertained him.

She looked at me before starting, "We have already discussed this," she said, "but it is best if we share it in front of Kishanchanji so that their is no confusion."

Then she turned to him and said, "Although there is no need to sweeten the deal for you Kishanchanji."

"It is not everyday such opportunities of having a young and beautiful wife willing to be intimate with you physically and emotionally present themselves."

"While it is true," she interjected Kishanchanji who was about retort back, "that in your hay days you may have sampled other young wifes - these are not exactly your hay days and neither was any of them in my league."

"Absolutely not," he agreed, "but I am quite certain you won't be disappointed." She smiled.

"Given the delicate nature of the affair, we expect absolute secrecy from you."

"None should know what transpires under our roof."

"And just to clarify nothing shall happen in your house."

"You are right," he said, "we should be careful."

"You can be assured that I wouldn't jeopardize such an opportunity ever."