Adultery Cuckolded by Disgusting Neighbor by vyasya

[Ramesh_Rocky]

Cuckolded by Disgusting Neighbor Ch. 09


I was listless the whole night. Life had taken such a radical turn; something that I didn't anticipate. It took me a while to come to terms with my wife's new found enthusiasm for our elderly neighbor. As explained earlier, what bothered me was the openness with which she decided to make me her cuckold.


I expected Manisha and Kishanchanji to savor the whole night. Neither of them showed up in the morning as per the regular routine. Up until the time I left for work for my meeting with Amirchanji, they were still asleep. Drudging yourself through work while having a stiff erection is always a challenge. The more I thought about it, the more I wanted her to get pregnant and deliver a child in exactly nine months. It only seemed befitting.

I dreaded calling home to talk to Manisha but then my phone rang. It was an unknown number and I picked it up to see who it was. It was Mamta, Kishanchanji's elder daughter. She wanted to talk to me urgently and asked me to head to Kishanchanji's place at earliest convenience. She warned me not to let anyone know; not even my wife and Kishanchanji. The fear of getting caught in the act gnawed me from the inside. I suspected that Mamta knew about the relationship.

Summoning courage, I headed home. It wasn't easy entering Kishanchanji's house without getting noticed but I managed to push the bell keeping myself concealed from our house to the extent possible. I expected Kishanchanji to be at our home, so wasn't worried about getting caught by him. Mamta opened the door and let me in and then carefully closed the door. She took my hand, gesturing me to keep quiet, and lead me to the downstairs guest bedroom. My heart was thumping wildly from the fear of what she was about to show me. I thought she was leading me to catch Kishanchanji and Manisha in a compromising position in front of me. However, it wasn't just me who was sweating; she too was nervous. Mamta was couple of years elder to me and I always fancied her. Over the years she put on weight and was now rather plump. However, her adorable face still retained the same charm. She had more of wheatish complexion - a mixture of her mother's and Kishanchanji's complexion. She of course had pretty features just like her mother and was cute to say the least. She had slightly roundish face with medium sized lips and wide smile. Her eyes were big and beautiful and her hair long and dense. She was a mother of two kids already and all that showed on her waist. As these thoughts sailed through my mind, she led me to the guest bedroom and opened the door. To my surprise and satisfaction, it was empty. She closed the door after me and after having carefully bolted the door, she turned towards me. There was only a moment's hesitation before she embraced me. She didn't waste much time and pulled me into a kiss. It was swift. She didn't allow me any chance to fend her off but given my attraction towards her I didn't think of that as a real possibility. She kissed me passionately and I didn't hesitate either. It was the first time I kissed another woman. It was a surreal experience. I thought about the privilege that Manisha was having. Her body odor was different, her body dimensions were different and her approach was different. Instead of pushing her tongue into my mouth, she focused more on sucking my lip and encouraged me to do the same. Manisha's approach was to swirl her tongue around mine and exchange copious amount of saliva in the process. We didn't exchange any words and she quickly pulled on the bed and urged me to penetrate her.

"Don't worry," she said as I wondered about the possibility of taking her bare back, "I have already had the operation."

She was plump but not fat. And for her age she just seemed perfect. Irrespective of her dimensions the satisfaction she gave me was very much on par with what I experienced with Manisha. She kissed me a lot more than I expected and surprisingly she didn't have any kind of inhibitions. We didn't engage in any other kind of sexual activity apart from missionary style sex that afternoon. She encouraged me to cum inside her and was extremely satisfied by the time I did. Her pussy was rather dilated for my taste but she enjoyed the brief interlude with me.

As she tidied her clothes, she quipped, "You may be wondering how this all came about."

"I assured Manisha that if she became my father's wife then I would return the favor wholeheartedly."

Her sentence took my breath away. And for a moment I didn't understand what kind of quandary I walked into but she immediately assured me, "Your secret is safe with me."

"I don't want my husband to find out about the affair with you either."

It seemed that Manisha had already planned for this but I wasn't sure that was indeed the case. Just as I thought of last night's episode with Kishanchanji. Turns out that these actions independently determined my fate but the primary motive was Kishanchanji's satisfaction.

"When did this happen?"

"And why are you doing this?" I asked stunned by her cavalier approach.

"I am sorry if this has hurt you but this wouldn't have happened if you weren't willing," she started.

"But I have been blindsided by yours and Manisha's evil plans."

"Oh come on; please don't cast any aspersions on Manisha's intentions."

"You know that she is doing for your mutual pleasure."

"Besides you too would be having the fringe benefits," she added.

"Even Malini is on the plan," she added. Malini was her younger sister, couple of years elder to Manisha. So, these two beautiful ladies were willing to entertain me, just so that their father could make out with my wife. Weird I thought. What seemed weirder was how they must have corned my wife into it.

"Our relationship - yours and mine - would be lifelong," she said.

"All I ask is that you extend the agreement to three years."

It seemed Manisha had shared with them everything. I didn't think her father would do anything of that sort.

"Do you realize how scandalous that sounds?"

"And," she said ignoring my remark, "you would encourage her to conceive from my father."

"What kind of crazy pot are you folks on?"

"Why are you folks doing this?"

"Wait," she said, "Malini is contemplating on giving an opportunity to plant your seeds."

The suddenness of the events and the rapid pace at which things were unfolding stunned me. Come to think of it - this is how it should have been. Why was I thinking that? I was the architect of my wife's philandering. It was hers if not Mamta and Malini's sowing. Malini unlike her sister was a little fairer and much thinner. She never had the contours of her elder sister and neither did she have the beauty of her elder sister but she was pretty and had the fair complexion to go with it. However, her frail body and almost flat chest never evoked any special kind of feeling. I would have much rather preferred inseminating Mamta, who was perhaps wholesome and more feminine.

"You still didn't answer my question?"

"We are doing it for our father and he is mostly doing to humiliate you," she said nonchalantly.

"However, in this case, he seems to genuinely like her and with your cooperation he may actually have an eventful second marriage."

"Why Manisha?"

"Because she is beautiful; more importantly she is your wife."

"It may, however, never have escalated to this level if Manisha and you weren't willing."

"Why are you so cryptic?"

"You would understand as things progress - just remember to let my father enjoy his new marriage and we would make sure you are never sexually deprived."

"What sort of a proposal is that?"

"We are counting on him knocking her up three times - and don't worry about the financial implications of raising a large family. He would take care of everything for them."

My head was whirling. I had known Mamta for several years but never did I realize once that she would be such a bitch. On the contrary, she always seemed to be of pleasant disposition.

"Mamta," I pleaded, holding her hand and making her sit on the bed, "I really need to understand this."

"Please be kind to me."

For once, the kindness in her eyes returned and she had a mellowed expression on her face. She looked at me intently. Her abrasiveness; rather her harried nature stopped for a few moments. She contemplated on what to say and what not to.

"Vinit," she said, "a zillion questions may be floating through your mind."

"And you may be now suspecting Manisha's love and her dedication to your family."

"But," she said, holding my hand carefully in hers, "I assure you that this is not reflection of her love."

"How can you be so sure?"

"Vinit, trust me," she said in a concerned tone, "I wouldn't lie to you."

"It is not ordinary, I agree," she added, "but then so would be my relationship with you as well."

"Mamta it is not comforting," I responded, "but it would be if you shared the truth."

"What truth?"

"How does it matter?"

"Why do men crave for such things?" she blurted out in frustration. Mamta was visibly upset. It seems she didn't want to share the details but I had put her in a dilemma.