Adultery Cuckolded by Disgusting Neighbor by vyasya

[Ramesh_Rocky]

Kishanchanji had been ploughing her for well over ten minutes now and she had perhaps touched her orgasm already but it just didn't seem that Kishanchanji was anywhere near his orgasm. Again, it just didn't seem his lack of ideal physique had anything to do with his performance in bed.


Manisha was tiring off and urged to change positions.

"Take me from back, Kishanchanji," she exhaled, getting from her position.

"Let me taste it first," she said, as Kishanchanji stood up on the bed. She pulled him with her hands on his butt and sucked in his large penis that was dripping with their juices. She moved her hand to my pecker as I sat right next to her watching her bob her head on his penis trying to in vain to stuff that penis as thick as a baseball bat into her mouth. I played with her breasts staring at her lips that were muscling their way onto his penis that engorged with blood due to all the pumping.

She patted on his bum indicating that she was ready and let go of his penis and then in a sudden move turned to me and kissed me. It was wet and sloppy; she made me taste their combined juices without any inhibition. Kishanchanji asked her to get on all the fours.

"Oh no, Kishanchanji," she said.

"I want my husband to know," she said, "why it is you who is impregnating his wife and not him."

"Apart from the duration you can last," she added, "there is yet another thing that you excel at."

She adjusted the pillow and quickly lay astride it with her pelvis on top of it.

"I see," Kishanchanji understood.

"Check it out honey," she said, "he not only can put it inside in this position but also make me cum in no time."

"Vinit's slips out quite easily," she remarked to him.

And to my utter dismay the next ten minutes Kishanchanji fucked her for what seemed like a fuckathon. Manisha was completely crushed under his weight; despite his height, he outweighed Manisha by about 30 pounds. She screamed in ecstasy as each stroke of Kishanchanji launched her into uncharted territory with his penis quite certainly knocking on her cervix. And finally, she held onto his thigh as he ejaculated inside her with groaning loudly. Kishanchanji was lost in bliss but Manisha gave me a smile as she received his seed.

Kishanchanji collapsed on top of her. His whole body floppily resting on Manisha. It just seemed as if a slender Arabian horse was forced to be bred by a pony. As I had mentioned he was much overweight and despite Manisha's voluptuous frame he dwarfed her in girth but lengthwise Manisha was much taller. She patiently waited under him; in fact she urged him not to move. Eventually Kishanchanji rolled off; having ensured that sufficient of his semen made it home.

She requested me to find her pantie and then wearing it to protect the bedsheet from spots; she proceeded to clean his slimy penis of all the remnants. Kishanchanji didn't quite care for it but was glad that she did it without him requesting.

"Now go have fun with your husband," he said.

"Not here," he remarked, "and don't make any noise."

She quickly turned off the light and held my hand and took me to our abode. Kishanchanji turned to the other side. Without saying anything in the dark, she found my lips with her hand and planted her lips on mine. Her tongue snaked into my mouth and transferred the slimy substance into my mouth without hesitation. She held to me lovingly while kissing me in a languid manner, making sure that I got a real taste for their juices.

She took about a minute or so and then whispered into my ear, "I am more than done for today."

"But, I want you to eat me," she added.

"Lap it up every single drop," she added in her teasing voice.

"Show me that you are glad a real stud has fucked your wife!"

She motioned me to climb the bed and after I was settled in my position. She climbed after me and without any further talk, she straddled my face and with a minor adjustment she lowered her pelvis right on top of me and then she smudged her pantie covered pussy on my mouth. The slimy substance had permeated through her pantie and by now the strong pungent odor didn't unnerve me. I parted my lips and she slid aside the gusset of her pantie to let it all drop into my mouth. It was thick and sticky and didn't easily drool into my mouth.

Manisha pulled out my pecker that was losing its erection and stroked it to perfection - within the next couple of minutes I ejaculated in her hand. She made sure that I did it all inside my underwear. It was a mess but I was glad that my pending frustration had been relieved.

Manisha finally lay aside me and lovingly whispered, "I love you."

"He must be extremely pleased with you," she continued.

"If only you had invited him to our bedroom on our wedding night, you wouldn't have to suffer from the humiliation he would throw at you."

"Is that the reason?" I blurted.

"Ssh..." she hushed me.

"Yes."

"He had been staking his alpha male claim," she answered, "but I wasn't quite ready back then."

"Now he knows that you won't challenge him ever," she said, "on this front."

"Are you happy though?" she asked.

"We pushed you a lot more than usual," she added in concerned tone.

"Don't worry," she assured, "this is a secret between us three."

"Is this only for the three years?" I asked.

She didn't answer; her hand gently massaged my chest, particularly focusing on my nipples.

"What would you like?" she asked.

"I don't know," I answered.

"You have something on your mind."

"No."

"Think," she said pushing me.

"Are you going back to the vanilla lifestyle again?"

I didn't answer. But I thought, the answer was clear to both of us.

"What is on your mind?" I asked after a few moments of painful silence.

She shook her head, "nothing."

"You have planned this all over - you have master plan already."

She smiled.

"Physically I want to belong to Kishanchanji," she said, "but emotionally I don't want to be distanced from you."

"Kishanchanji wants me both physically and emotionally."

"And then Amirchanji desires me physically as well."

"All of this is not possible unless you accept a lesser role in our married life," she added after a brief pause.

"You don't want to have sex with me," I uttered in a dejected tone.

"Quite the contrary," she said, "I would like to have sex with you every night."

"It just that on certain nights I may be too tired to allow for penetrative sex," she said, "like today."

"And I want to sleep in your arms every night!"

"And Kishanchanji would be putting buns in your oven?"

She giggled.

"He is trying hard," she whispered, "but there is no chance."

"What?"

I was stunned by her admission.

"You are on pills?"

"Yes," she seethed.

"Really?"

"Yes."

"He doesn't know - this is a secret between us."

"You didn't want to get pregnant from him?" I said elated.

"I didnt' say that."

"Then?"

"It is complicated," she said.

"Why don't you sleep on it and we talk when get back," she said and slept in my arms. She headed back in the wee hours in the morning to her other (primary) husband and to my dismay I found her encouraging him for a fuck session again. Kishanchanji wasn't very eager but finally did let her have her way. This time she rode him in cowgirl position and there for the last few minutes Kishanchanji fucked her again. She saw me watching them quietly and after finishing her last act, which was cleaning up his penis, she returned back to me. Once again, she nonchalantly planted her lips on mine and expected me to part my lips and welcome her tongue. Kishanchanji wasn't paying any attention to us was quite possibly already dozing off.

She ensured my face was smudged with their juices once more and then whispered, "there is more of it down there."

"And guess what," she added, "after you are done, you can screw your wife."

And then there was a repeat of what happened earlier with much pleasant ending for me. It took me a little longer this time around due to my earlier ejaculation and her dilated pussy.

to be contd...