Adultery Cuckolded by Disgusting Neighbor by vyasya

[Ramesh_Rocky]

"Don't be shy?" she said, moving southwards.


"Kishanchanji wants you to get properly introduced to his proud possession."

She slid down his boxer shorts and pulled out his semi-flaccid penis. Her fingers were delicately wrapped around it and it just seemed that in fully erect state her fingers would have tough time touching her thumb while holding his erect penis. The next thing, I noticed about it was that it was dark; I mean so dark that it just seemed as if it belonged to an African person. Not to mention her daintily, pale fingers providing quite a contrast while she showed it off.

The next thing she did was to show his unusually large testicles. Now, I have heard that as men age their testicles grow in size but in the case of Kishanchanji they were really big and meaty. Mine were the size of a small lemon, but his were at least one and half times that size.

We both were inspecting the package by kneeling down next to his pelvis. Kishanchanji gloated as Manisha carefully inspected the package and showed it off as her prized possession.

"Lay down," she said, "it is time you got to know the object that gives immense pleasure to your wife."

Her verbal humiliation was not something I anticipated but knew that before embarking the ship. I mustered courage and lay down next to her.

"First thing," she said, and whispered into my ear, "don't balk at anything. He needs to know it is okay for him to inseminate your wife."

She whispered this ever so lightly that I thought even I had trouble understanding what she said.

"Ignore the grey hair," she said, "this is common for men his age," she continued with her monologue.

"Kishanchanji," she said, looking at him, "I hope you don't mind that Vinit gets to see yours while his is hidden."

"Something's are better that way," he retorted, referring to the hidden nature of my apparatus.

She ignored his condescending remark.

"Let him know," he said rubbing salt, again, "that this is what you would have desired on your wedding night!"

She turned her attention to me and said, "The first thing you should notice is his odor."

"Come closer," she whispered. She was very close to me and I had the urge to kiss her. Manisha had truly become a slutwife that we both enjoyed reading about in those perverted stories. She pulled back and said, "Ah ha.."

"No kissing," she quipped, looking at Kishanchanji, who had a smug smile, "until I initiate."

And then she inhaled the musky aroma eagerly. She urged me to do the same but I didn't have any fascination for it. The act of going near his penis was already an act of perversion.

"Oh come on," she seethed, and pushed my head towards her. The stench hit me. It was clear that his penis hadn't been washed much that day and the rest of the pungent odor came from the sweat from his undersides. She inhaled it excitedly and said, "this is how a real bull's smells."

She flicked her tongue on the tip and tried pleasuring the pee hole with her expert tongue strokes.

"The hyper clean ones are insecure," she remarked.

"Kishanchanji," she asked, "Do you mind if Vinit touches your testicles?"

"Not at all," he answered, "they need a little massaging anyway."

I frowned at her obscene remark. What was she thinking? She whispered inaudibly, "Do it, he doesn't like disrespected."

She guided my hand, despite my resistance, to his testicles. Despite my hand making contact with his testicles I took a lot of encouragement from her to do anything beyond making a contact. I gently rubbed his testicles while she showered small kisses. It wasn't overtly sexual; we were simply playing.

Kishanchanji moaned because of our ministrations and quipped, "That feels good; it would help in generating lot of semen."

"Your wife loves it when I pump it all inside her," he added crudely.

"Is it a good time Manisha?" he asked.

His words sent a chill down my spine. Manisha had already prepped me up for such an eventuality but I didn't expect her to be so open that Kishanchanji could openly talk about it in front of me. Most other stories I had read about also had subtlety in them but Manisha seemed to have adopted a direct strategy.

"It is always a good time," she answered.

"You know what I mean," he said.

"Absolutely."

"And even Vinit knows but we haven't discussed this explicitly," she responded.

"What?"

"Isn't that the reason why you are massaging his testicles?"

"Kishanchanji, I really want him to guide you inside me."

"It's an intimate and important experience for me!"

"Vinit," he said, "Manisha is pretty serious about being my wife."

"She wants to raise my children!"

"You should know," he said, "you would be the father!"

"Tell him," she pushed me but I was unclear about what she wanted me to say. Manisha must have left subtle cues; I wondered and searched for them.

"We have agonized over this several times already," I quipped. Manisha smiled hearing that. She urged me to spill it all over.

"To tell you the truth Kishanchanji," I continued, "Manisha has confessed several times that she wished that you had taken her virginity."

Kishanchanji laughed hearing my admission.

"Most young women do that," he said confidently, "they rebuff and then fall for it."

"To make for the lost opportunity she gave her anal virginity to me on our anniversary night."

"Was that sweet!"

"That was no fun Kishanchanji," she said mockingly.

"And where is the need when I am so tight for you."

"Very true!"

"She is indeed very tight for a mother of one."

"Imagine what it could have on the very first night?"

"In retrospect," she answered, "Kishanchanji, I may have been very privileged but honestly at that time it could have been only termed as bang."

"But I must admit Kishanchanji," she added, "if only you had pushed your luck during the second year of our marriage, you would have a found a willing wife."

"I was sick of wives who went behind their husband's back to meet me."

"It was perhaps time to find one whose husband actually encouraged her to mate with me."

"Haven't you hit a jackpot on this?"

"Vinit deserves full credit for this," added Kishanchanji.

"Not many young men realize that a beautiful young wife is both an asset and a liability."

"Vinit," said Kishanchanji, "the unfortunate truth is that for marriage such immature, young girls gravitate to dainty young and inexperienced men."

"And soon realize that what distinguishes men in the bedroom is entirely different."

"Kishanchanji you are mocking me now."

"I don't believe I have made a poor choice in choosing a husband. He is simply too perfect for me," she said giving me a peck on my lips.

"While it is true," she said, cupping my penis, lewdly in front of him, "that he is not quite there in terms of size, I wouldn't write him off."

"There are plenty of other things that go in his favor," she added proudly.

"There is no disadvantage that I see," she added, "am I not getting best of both the worlds."

"Perhaps you are fortunate in having such a considerate husband," he retorted.

"Kishanchanji, women are always fortunate - there is no reason why I can't keep Amirchanji happy along with you two - but the same can't be said about you two."