Adultery Cuckolded by Disgusting Neighbor by vyasya

[Ramesh_Rocky]

"And did he misbehave during those times?" I managed to ask.


"Not quite but neither was he gentlemanly."

"It was evident that he was lusting for me."

"And Mamta didn't help you then?"

"She was like - in that house there are two eligible bachelors and that I was getting engaged to not the most eligible one."

"When I complained how her Father was leching at me."

"She would initially brush it off. And later told me point blank that he was destined to screw your wife."

"He had a way with women and you were always under his thumb."

"Well I grew up under his guidance largely," I reasoned.

"She told me all about that how you were obligated to everything that he did for you and your family."

"Let me not go there," I countered, "but he did do a few things and then screwed a few things."

"He wanted me to get married to his daughter Mamta and even Mamta liked me but it was too early for me to get married. Mamta, however, married very early."

"It is not my fault that he didn't wait long enough," I complained.

"But I am glad that I didn't marry his daughter."

"I am not sure what fate could have been better," said Manisha.

"Anyway, she didn't say it explicitly but said that if I was too concerned about her father then I should call off the wedding as this would be an ongoing thing."

"Really?"

"Yes."

"She warned me that he was pushy and soon would have his way and she kept on saying that you wouldn't stand up to her if something of that sort did happen."

"And all the other events said to me clearly that he did have an upper hand in your relationship."

"She told me everything about him and why he was pursuing me."

"Why?"

"Several things - the fact that he was single for quite long in the recent past, his adventurous streak, his fascination for women, and the fact that he was lucky with quite a few of them in an extramarital relationship."

"We were about a month away from our wedding then. And all this talk had a strange effect on body. Although, I didn't find him attractive my mind was getting cluttered with thoughts of him."

"Around him I felt unsure and often was in a sexually excited state, which only encouraged him."

"One evening when we were heading out for doing our clothes, shopping, he joined us. You were out - but it was Mamta, her husband, Malini and myself."

"At the very last minute he joined us and he sat next to him in the behind seat."

"And?"

"And he held your dear wife by her waist for the next twenty minutes."

"Did he try to abuse in any other way?"

"No."

"That's it - but it was enough for me to wet my panties!"

"What were you wearing?"

"Is that exciting you?"

"Not really," I feigned.

"I want to imagine it though."

She smiled.

"It was my usual trousers and a tight top," she said, "but the important part was that part of my waist was exposed and his hand nestled in that portion."

"He only felt it a little bit and largely kept his hand in place the rest of the drive."

"Mamta told me later that since I was warming up to him, she can make a deal with her father."

"Strange."

"Yes. She said that she could convince her Father to not push but wait for my approval."

"And you agreed."

"NO."

"Wait, why did she think that you were warming up?"

Manisha had queasy smile but she decided not to hold her horses back.

"May be this was partially my fault," she added.

"In what way?"

"For going along with some of the things she tried."

"What?"

"Wait - don't judge me," she pushed me back, "you accepted him as the alpha male of our family, so you can't complain if I have behaved in accordance to that."

"Wait we never talked about this until now," I complained.

"Well too bad," she responded haughtily.

"Look I said I don't want to judge."

"But your actions don't suggest that."

"And the stuff I have been doing is to pander to your needs."

"So, you are suggesting that I like to see you taking his equipment in your mouth?"

"Then why push me for it?"

"To fulfill your needs," she countered.

"You love the smell of it, you love the taste of it.

"Let me check," she said, and quite brazenly groped my bulge. It obviously was inflated with blood as all this talk had worked me up.

"See," she whispered, "this obviously excites you," she added giving me a peck on my lips.

"Now if you accept your fate," she continued, "and don't hesitate as much tonight, I would share the gory details."

"On second thoughts - we should wait for that until we have fully embraced him in our lives."

"But," I pushed her but she cut me off by saying, "Trust me, this is perhaps better for both of us."

"But," I pushed her again.

"Look, I will summarize it if it still unnerves you but the fun is in the details."

"As I explained - I was going down the slippery slope too fast but Mamta knew that this may jeopardize our marriage if it escalated too soon."

"So, she persuaded her father to keep away from me for a little while - until I was ready to be adventurous."

"Just like that?" I countered.

"No," she responded calmly.

"Mamta had grand plans," she continued.

"Virginity was a small price to pay for, if they could secure a woman who was ready to be bred for life."

"So that was the plan all along?"

"Yes - I tried to avoid it many times but you were simply too thrilled to go down that path."

I objected to it but she ignored and I too realized that none of it would have transpired without my willingness.

"So, nothing happened?"

She looked at me as if I was stupid but then she realized that perhaps was not entirely untrue.

"Well, leaving a young virgin without putting a stamp on her is no good sign for a lecher."

"On the day, we were supposed to consume our marriage," she continued, "Mamta made the arrangements for me to spend time with Kishanchanji."

"Just before we bedtime," she added.

"Really?"

"And you fell for it?"

"Seriously?"

"What would you have done if you had such an opportunity with Mamta?"

I didn't respond, knowing that this was but natural.

"What was the plan?" I asked

"He just wanted to get intimate with me - no intercourse."

"And he did," I quipped.

"Yes; it was heavenly."

"We rolled in our marital bed for almost half-an-hour, before Mamta interrupted us."

"There was no intercourse - it was just kissing."

"Now, keep with your promise honey," she said and broke the conversation abruptly and left.

That night was pretty much a repeat of what we did the previous night with the difference that I spent a lot of time licking his penis while he fucked her.

We returned from their honeymoon and life resumed as usual. As expected, Manisha slept with him that whole month but she did make the excursions to my room where we would continue it with similar passion. She would ensure that my penis was sheathed but occasionally she would let me come in her mouth. Soon I learned that Manisha was gifted with remarked libido that I alone could have never quenched even if I was gifted in that department.

One evening, just like the normal way, she received me at the door and the pulling me into the downstairs bedroom gave me a sloppy kiss. With nervous smile, she said, "You are going to be a father again."