Adultery Cuckolded by Disgusting Neighbor by vyasya

[Ramesh_Rocky]

"We avoided most of that evening my father effectively and then late in the night; just about fifteen-twenty minutes before we were to let you into your master bedroom, if you remember," she wrote.


"Manisha went upstairs to use the bathroom."

"Everyone was busy but my eyes were on her."

"I noticed my lecherous father head upstairs soon after that."

"My will weakened somehow then - on one hand I was really happy that my father was enjoying charms of a younger woman and strangely I started believing that Manisha would not resist him and on the other hand this was a scandal that I knew would destroy your marriage."

"What did you do?"

"Nothing, I sat there wondering. And my heart paced rapidly with his each step."

"I had an option to stop him completely but that could have antagonized him a lot."

"So, I thought if Manisha resisted him then I would help her but if she didn't then I would let him enjoy her a little."

"What happened?"

"Hold your breath."

"When I entered the bedroom, I saw a sight that both scared me and mesmerized me."

"He had pinned her against the bathroom door and was necking her; her hands were pushing against his chest but there was hardly any resistance."

"She was melting in his arms."

"Was there any distance between them?"

"None at all."

"How long were they together?"

"Not sure - but must have been 3-4 minutes - 5 minutes top."

"Was she really kissing him?"

"No."

"She was avoiding his lips but that is how it always starts."

"There was passion, hunger in her response and yet the same time a sense of helplessness."

"It didn't seem like a bang then?"

"No. Much like non consensual sex."

"Did he kiss her?"

"Of course yes."

"The moment he squeezed her right breast, she yielded to his lips."

"He ravished her lips for what seemed like an eternity."

"Did she kiss him back."

"Yes but not as much as you want to think."

"Her lips were parted?"

"Does that surprise you?"

"He had his tongue probing her mouth for several minutes."

"You stood there and watched?"

"I was helpless."

"When did you exactly head upstairs?"

"Actually, almost immediately after he entered the room."

"He didn't bolt the door?"

"Strange - but he was worried about the implications of doing that."

"So, I didn't leave it to chance and tiptoed behind him and stood by the door that was left ajar."

"Did your father knew?"

"I don't think so."

"And then?"

"Well Manisha was in the bathroom and when she came out she simply froze after seeing him in her room."

"Did she scream?"

"Are you kidding?"

"She was shocked - he took her in his arms and planted kisses on her neck."

"She tried to evade but didn't try very hard."

"Within moments she was pushed against the bathroom door and the furious kissing ensued."

"His hand moved to her breast and her reaction was explosive - she parted her lips and welcomed his kiss."

"You did not intervene?"

"No - not immediately."

"After about five minutes, I made my presence felt but first I bolted the door."

"And?"

"Well they were caught in the act - Manisha was petrified but my father didn't care much."

"He asked me to leave but I didn't."

"He changed his positions and now was holding her in gentlemanly way in his arms but was still kissing her neck."

"Manisha stood there?"

"Yes in his arms," she wrote, "can you believe it?"

"His hands were practically on her bum and her body completely glued to his."

"And given how tall she is, there is no way a kiss was possible without her willingness."

"And yet their lips were glued."

"What happened next?"

"He admonished me for spoiling his party but Manisha was relieved, although a little disheveled."

"What happened next?"

"You should know - it was your wedding night."

"Given this background - is there anything that stands out in your mind about that night?"

"Nothing," I wrote. But in retrospect there were a few things that stood out. Firstly, she was incredibly hot and receptive. Secondly, she had minimal inhibitions considering that she was a virgin. Thirdly, she didn't stop at one session that night. In a very subtle manner, she pursued me thrice that night. Not that I wasn't keen; the second time it was my initiative and the early morning session was mostly hers.

"Really?"

"Yes it was the usual," I answered.

"Did you talk to her after that?"

"Not that evening."

"But after you folks returned from your honeymoon."

"What happened then?"

"Well, I explained it to her that she was heading down a dangerous path."

"If she wanted to keep her marriage intact then she distance my father."

"And she did to a very large extent."

"But the real reason why nothing happened until now is because I forced my father to make a promise."

"What?"

"To forget about her?"

"No - that was not possible."

"It is naive to expect that."

"What was it then?"

"I made him promise that he wouldn't force himself on her."

"If she voluntarily wanted an affair with him then it was fine but no coercion."

"You asked him to seduce my wife?"

"Hello?"

"There wasn't anything left to seduce," she wrote.

"It was the only way I could stop him."

"All your wife had to do was just have control on herself - or perhaps you should have done a better job in the bedroom."

"What happened next then?"

"My father kept his word. He tried very hard to charm Manisha all these years."

"You never advised Manisha to pursue her affair with him again?"

"I did."

"But not until after about three years of marriage."

"Nothing happened in all those years?"

"Not something that I know."

"Although my father had been romancing her and Manisha was warming up to him."

"When did you advise her and why?"

"When we spoke after the honeymoon, I told her that my father was interested in her and hence she would have to do everything to keep away from him."

"But added that he wasn't a bad person and was quite an adept lover."

"She wouldn't be disappointed if she did take him as her lover if she ever wanted to."

"That's all?"

"Yes."

"You never shared gory details about your father's previous affairs?"

"I did to substantiate my claim."

"And when did you finally agree on this latest proposal?"

"She started changing her mind after she got pregnant and finally she started getting serious after Tushar's birth."

"She didn't want to go behind your back and not sure what was going between you but she seemed to be more confident about starting her affair with him."

"And how did the pregnancy thing come about?"

"That was Manisha's desire."

"Aren't you making this up?"

"Not really."

"We encouraged her by agreeing to the deal of taking care of you in return."

"But she didn't want an ordinary affair - she wanted something truly extraordinary."

"That's in a nutshell."

"Now go back and just convince Manisha to be his wife."

Manisha had shared with me most of the these things but didn't share the gory details. I wasn't sure if there was much to the story and if she was trying to hide something insidious. It was not a difficult decision for me. It was clear that Manisha had to be only Kishanchanji's wife. Amirchanji could only play a cursory role in our lives. This is how I had preferred right from the beginning; her having one dedicated long term lover.

That evening I strolled the ship alone leaving Tushar with her. Kishanchanji too was out alone. The more I thought the clearer the picture emerged; I really wanted her to belong to only Kishanchanji. It also made sense keeping the practical issues in mind. However, why was I thinking that Mamta was on my side. Manisha may have hidden a few things but I surely didn't think she could do something as insidious as Mamta implied. I was perhaps reading too much in to her statements. I returned back to the cabin a little later. It was only about 7:00pm. The sun was setting and I thought that both Kishanchanji and Manisha might have stepped out already to romance each other again.

It was a surprise to find them in the cabin after I returned. Manisha was feeding Tushar on the bed while Kishanchanji was in the balcony sipping on his scotch. He called me out while Manish lay there. Giving me bottle of juice; since he knew that I hardly drank much and avoided liquor most of the times. The sea was quite calm and it wasn't as cold as we thought it would be.

He spoke to me, "Vinit do you have any apprehensions of me impregnating your wife?"

I was stunned with his direct approach. I shot a look at Manisha again but she was busy with Tushar facing away from both of us. The slanting rays of sun illuminated our cabin. But the most important sight lay right in front of my eyes. Manisha was wearing a skimpy, semi-transparent, short dress that barely came up to her thigh. The off white, pinkish colored lingerie adorned her skin very well. Her legs and thighs looked slender and shapely at the same time. Her top was a small garb that you could tie together at the waist and perhaps button up with a floral hemming. She tied back her black, thick hair in a big knot, which exposed her slender neck as well.