29-01-2020, 02:14 PM
Update 13
The first time I got sloppy seconds with her was quite by surprise. As per my usual schedule, I was supposed to reach on Thursday afternoon and we all were planning to leave for Vegas the following day evening. But I had missed her too long and wanted to be with her. I surprised her by reaching on Wednesday night instead.
I reached home around 12 a.m. and Preethi was indeed surprised to see me at the door. I had to wait at the door for a little while before Preethi opened the door.
"Surprise," I said excitedly.
"You were coming tomorrow," she said hugging me. I had missed her; it was three weeks after which I had seen her. Locking the door, I asked her, "Where are Kumar and Malathy?"
"They are asleep upstairs," she said leading me to our bedroom. In the dim light of the staircase, I noticed her puffy red lips as she answered my question and I couldn't control myself. I pinned her to the wall and kissed her passionately. She resisted but not for long. Our kiss got wetter by the moment and towards the end I was slobbering. My hands moved up to fondle her breasts, which were freely dangling underneath her top. The thought crossed my mind if they were in the act when I knocked on the door. I was extremely excited and in the heat of the moment, I sneaked my hand inside her top and grabbed her right boob and gave a very hard squeeze.
"What are you doing," she complained breaking the kiss; her lips glistening red with our saliva.
"They are asleep," I pleaded while sneaking the other hand inside her top.
"I am your wife not your mistress," she said and picked up the luggage and descended the stairs; almost implying that she wouldn't mind having sex with Kumar on the stairs. That really irritated me. She immediately sensed it and said, “I will feel awkward if they come out” and somehow diverted from what she had implied earlier. I decided to ignore her comment.
Once inside the bedroom, I pulled her into my arms again and planted another wet kiss on her lips. She fervently kissed me back and my hands roamed all over her body and rested on her shapely bums. Preethi stopped me when my hands breached her underwear and took hold of her firm butt.
"Anand stop," she said, "I feel very dirty right now."
"Why?"
"I didn't have a shower today," she complained.
"It doesn't matter."
"You know I love your musky smell anyway," I argued.
"Let me take a quick shower, and then we can do it all night."
"No," I said and pushed her back on the bed. She indeed looked wonderful in the soft night lamp light. Her lips were rosy red and her breath labored. We again engaged in tongue duel and I got rid of her night suite in no time. She moaned as I took her left nipple in my mouth.
As I moved south wards she stopped me abruptly and said, "Let me relieve you. I am really messy down there," she reasoned.
"No I want to taste it. Besides, I am so excited after missing you so long I would cum in no time if you take it in my mouth. I want to get inside you and it is too late to go for a second round”
I liked the smell and taste of her pussy, no matter the state of her pussy. I suspected she might have had sex with Kumar before I arrived. It wasn't as if I was eager to taste her pussy filled with Kumar's semen but rather that I wanted to taste her pussy. I was deprived of sex for past few weeks and needed it.
As my face hovered over her crotch, I found out that she wasn't lying. Her crotch was damp -- was it the anticipation of sex with me or was it Kumar's semen. As my lips touched her crotch over the underwear, she pleaded, "Anand..." for me to stop yet her pelvis twisted up.
I didn't waste too much time and pushed her gusset aside and pushed my tongue into the folds of her lips. The bitter taste confirmed that Kumar indeed had mated her. Her vulva was quite distended and my tongue easily slid inside and as it slithered inside more of Kumar's juice came down. From the quantity and the thickness, I concluded they must have finished 30 minutes before I knocked on the door. As my tongue curled upwards and grazed past her clit, she pushed on my head “Oh! Please honey .. “
She doesn't like me to focus on her clit early on.
Then involuntarily she said "It feels so good. Slide your tongue in darling. Please don't mind the taste. I know it is messy."
Malathy must have educated her on the pleasure of having cream-pie eaten out. However, I wasn't sure if Preethi could muster courage to enact it. Perhaps she was just trying to make use of this opportunity.
"I am on fire; soothe me with your tongue," she moaned.
And for the next 30 minutes I lapped the remnants of her mating with Kumar. She had an incredible orgasm. I had performed oral sex on her several times that spanned for more than half hour but this was perhaps the first time when she became violent and almost strangled me with her legs.
When I finished she pulled me up. I looked into her eyes. Avoiding my eyes she said, “I am sorry about the taste. But it was tremendous for me” meaning the bitter taste of semen. I was mildly irritated that she was only worried about the bitter taste and not the fact that I ended up licking her lover’s semen. I also realized that I just performed what a cuckold is expected to do. Then I consoled myself thinking that was just another way of pleasuring my lovely wife and I had no doubt about my penetration skills.
"You indeed are on fire," I said moving up on top of her.
"What's up?"
"Nothing I missed you," she said and kissed me. I realized how wide open she was when entered her. I could barely feel her and blurted out, "I can barely feel you". Her face registered a momentary panic before she tightened her pelvic muscles effortlessly realizing the situation. I looked at her lovingly and continued.
"Did I interrupt something when I knocked on the door," I asked. I still couldn't believe I said that.
"Shut up," she said blushing in response.
"Don't ask don't tell policy," she retorted in a teasing manner, reminding me of our tacit agreement.
"There is no harm in breaching it every now and then," I exhaled. I was stroking her very slowly, trying to prolong the session.
"Do you want me to be on top?" she asked and clarified, "You can last much longer that way"
We changed the positions and she rode me; our regular position when we intended to make love leisurely.
"So, how is it going?" I started again.
"What?" she asked feigning ignorance.
"Your relationship with Kumar,” I clarified
"Why do you want to know?" she quipped
"Just curious," I replied calmly.
"This is about sex and not love. I know I am your only love in this life," I said assuring her.
"I want to be so in the next six lives as well," she said giving me tight squeeze with her pelvic muscles. She has become extremely good at this. Then she bent down and kissed me passionately.
Then she asked "What do you want to know?"
"Nothing specific," I said implying that I just wanted to talk.
I asked her "Are you enjoying?"
"It has been sexually fulfilling," she said. I sensed that she was willing to talk.
"Have you been a good mistress?" I asked opening up the subject.
Hearing the word mistress from me alarmed her and she looked at me keenly. When she found that I used the word in a matter of fact manner she relaxed.
"Yes. Lived up the expectations he had from your wife," she answered seductively giving me a good squeeze again.
"What expectations?" I groaned.
"Letting him mount me," she let out between her heavy breathing.
"Every time he had an urge," she added; after a brief pause said, “whenever you were away” I let her lie pass. However, such lies and cheating left scars that troubled me.
"He prefers your wife over his," she started.
"While you were in India, he spent his time mostly with me."
"Malathy didn't mind?" I asked.
"She was happy to let me fulfill her duty," replied Preethi.
"Did you do it a lot?" I asked.
"Yes. A lot more than what we did during our honeymoon or in the first year of our marriage," she clarified.
"Is he better," I asked inquisitively. My penis twitched inside her as I asked this.
"Are you jealous?" she asked a bit taken aback by my question.
"No," I replied calmly.
"It feels a lot better," she said.
"Is he bigger?" I asked hesitantly.
"Much," she smiled and added, "but it is not the size."
"Then what?" I asked.
"It is because I am your wife and his mistress!" finally letting me know that her attraction to Kumar too was after all due to a psychological thrill.
"Isn't it psychological for you also?" she asked.
"Malathy is no match for your beauty," I replied.
"I wasn't talking about you and Malathy."
Preethi gave me a few good squeezes instead of answering the question. It seemed she was contemplating on whether to ask it or not. Perhaps, wondering how to frame the question.
"Do you like this?"
"Like what?" I asked not understanding what she meant.
"My being Kumar’s mistress" she explained
Hearing that my penis almost twitched and it was as if I was about to cum. It was a crucial moment. We never talked about it openly but I knew we would have to one day.
"You do like it. Don't you?" she asked, perhaps guessing it from my reaction before I could clarify that I don’t like the mistress part while I relished her mating Kumar. But then I couldn’t have explained it clearly.
"I can sense it," she said giving me another good squeeze.
"You are on the verge, do you want to prolong it," she asked and without waiting for my answer, she lifted herself up and moved forward to straddle my chest. In the silence we could hear our labored breathing and our racing hearts pumping wildly. And then I heard Preethi say, "Do you want to tell me how much you like it by licking me?" as she slowly slid forward to straddle my face.
I didn't need further encouragement and lapped her. For a woman who had been penetrated twice that night, she was surprisingly wet. After licking her for a few minutes she had one more orgasm. After she relaxed from the orgasm she asked, "Do you want to talk about it?"
"Did you ever fantasize about this?" she asked. I was in a dilemma. I didn't want to be dishonest; at the same time didn't want her to think of her husband was a pervert.
"Yes," I managed to say.
"Did you see it coming?" she asked grinding her pussy on my mouth.
“It was Malathy who sold me the idea” I said.
"And so you are sharing your wife with him," she said teasing me.
"He is reciprocating by sharing his," I countered.
"But you are loaning yours," she retorted.
"Sort of like what the Eskimos did but here the guest is loaning his wife to the host and not vice versa," she said in a conceited tone.
"Why do say that?"
"Malathy told me that you guys do only once or twice a week," she justified.
"Yes. But it has benefited our sex drive," I argued.
"We are more adventurous too," she added.
"I am certain you are a lot more adventurous with him," I teased.
"What makes you think so?"
"Nothing, just a hunch," I replied calmly.
"Does that surprise you or shock you?" she asked teasing me, taking my hard cock in her hand.
"Neither," I replied calmly.
"I am his mistress and do let him take liberties."
"What kind?" I eagerly asked.
"And those privileges are reserved for him," she interjected.
"But that is not fair."
"But I give you some other privileges without even you asking me” she implied her letting me splash over her breasts or even her face that gives me a huge thrill.
"What did you expect? I am your wife not mistress. I want to maintain the decorum of our relationship” she gave me a weak reason for things she does to Kumar.
"How do you see this relationship panning out in future?" I asked turning her attention to the fact that we would be soon moving out.
"I am worried about the future," she exhaled.
"Why? I thought you were enjoying," I retorted.
"I am having trouble with my pills," she exhaled. She had mentioned this to me over the phone couple of weeks back and that her Doctor had recommended considering alternatives.
"We could use other forms of birth control," I reasoned.
"Kumar would never use a condom, if that is what you had in mind."
"And the other forms of birth control are not 100% effective."
"It would only be stupid to engage in sex with such a virile man during my fertile period."
"I understand," I said.
"We should do it carefully, though," I suggested.
"I will use a cervical cap. But it will be effective only if I use spermicidal also. But it will leave a repulsive smell and taste for couple of days. You will not like it" she said. I realized that she had thought through this.
“So are we going to end the relationship?” I asked
“I will be careful and avoid going to their place during my fertile period” she said. In my new job too I had to travel, but lot less and may not exceed a couple of nights a week if at all. She seemed to have already made plans to visit Kumar’s place when I travel.
We ended our session soon and I went to bed thinking about how our relationship had panned out and whether it was the right decision or not.
The next day we went to Vegas and spent the next three nights in Reno. We had booked separate rooms so that Preethi and I could spend some time with each other, which we did. Ironically, however, she also fulfilled her mistress duties and ensured that Kumar got to dip his stick in her honey pot almost every night.
The first night, I was not keen on spending time in casinos since I was too exhausted with work and desperately needed some sleep so I urged Preethi to head back to the hotel around 10:00 or so. She promised to join later and asked me to go ahead and take a short nap while they gambled a little more.
I knew something was up and didn't hit the bed immediately but waited to see if they came back to the hotel after me. In about 20 minutes, I noticed them enter the hotel. I hated Preethi for preferring to pleasure Kumar on a Friday that was primarily reserved for me. Yet, I was not sure if that indeed was the case; they could have very well decided to head back after I left. Somehow, I strangely desired for Preethi to head to Kumar's bedroom instead of coming back to our room. She didn't disappoint me.
Preethi returned to bed at about 1:00am. She stroked my hard cock as she planted her mouth over mine. I latched onto her lips and kissed her back fervently. After we broke our hot kiss, she said, "Looks like you were dreaming of me."
"I was eagerly waiting for you," I said. I noticed that she hadn't rinsed her mouth and her breath was a little stale. I was sure that Kumar had fucked her when within minutes of our kissing, she pushed my head southwards. It smelled exactly as it did the previous night, except it was not as stale. Her pussy tasted a lot bitter tonight and it felt as if I had tasted a lot more of his cum. I satisfied her with my tongue till she pulled me up and for my session. Preethi seemed to equally enjoy my penetration and rewarded me by a couple of orgasms.
Preethi spent Friday night with me and we indulged in a very long session. We did it again the next morning in the shower.
On Saturday night, Preethi urged me to make an excuse and head to the hotel early so that she could spend some time with Kumar. It was the first time Preethi requested so. She didn't return until very early in the morning and I missed sex with her that night.
That's how we spent our July-4 weekend in the year 2000. It was the first time we had heart-to-heart discussions about our polyamorous relationship, which in reality was more of a polyandrous relationship.
We moved out of Kumar's place in the next ten days and settled in our new place. As expected Preethi more or less put an end to polyamorous relationship; we met frequently and were still on good terms with Kumar and Malathy.
Kumar and Malathy were disappointed with sudden turn of events. Malathy and I often discussed how much fun we had and how much both of us missed getting together.
Our lives moved on with Preethi once in a while going to Kumar’s place to warm his bed when I traveled, which was not very frequent. But during the weeks that I didn’t travel which were more often, we were at the bed daily and we both enjoyed tremendously.
There were occasions when Preethi in hot mood would discuss her episodes with Kumar, not in great detail but cursorily. As days progressed she became comfortable talking about her relationship with Kumar and didn't mind sharing more of the details. It was clear her motivation was psychological -- letting someone other than her husband mount her any and every time was incredibly thrilling experience for her. And if that someone happened to be well-endowed and skilled in the art of making love there is no end to the pleasure one can derive from such a promiscuous mating. To her the icing on the cake was that I approved and even waited for my turn on weekends, at least that's the way she saw it.
But a month down the line suddenly Preethi’s interest in sex waned. She was disinterested in sex and came to me only during the week-ends, just like before. However, during those three nights she was a tigress in bed. I didn’t mind that. It meant more rest for her and time for other things like work-outs. Then the three nights a week schedule became two nights only. Then it came down to one night a week with occasional two nights a week. Still those nights she was explosive as if to make up for the loss and soak up more.
The first time I got sloppy seconds with her was quite by surprise. As per my usual schedule, I was supposed to reach on Thursday afternoon and we all were planning to leave for Vegas the following day evening. But I had missed her too long and wanted to be with her. I surprised her by reaching on Wednesday night instead.
I reached home around 12 a.m. and Preethi was indeed surprised to see me at the door. I had to wait at the door for a little while before Preethi opened the door.
"Surprise," I said excitedly.
"You were coming tomorrow," she said hugging me. I had missed her; it was three weeks after which I had seen her. Locking the door, I asked her, "Where are Kumar and Malathy?"
"They are asleep upstairs," she said leading me to our bedroom. In the dim light of the staircase, I noticed her puffy red lips as she answered my question and I couldn't control myself. I pinned her to the wall and kissed her passionately. She resisted but not for long. Our kiss got wetter by the moment and towards the end I was slobbering. My hands moved up to fondle her breasts, which were freely dangling underneath her top. The thought crossed my mind if they were in the act when I knocked on the door. I was extremely excited and in the heat of the moment, I sneaked my hand inside her top and grabbed her right boob and gave a very hard squeeze.
"What are you doing," she complained breaking the kiss; her lips glistening red with our saliva.
"They are asleep," I pleaded while sneaking the other hand inside her top.
"I am your wife not your mistress," she said and picked up the luggage and descended the stairs; almost implying that she wouldn't mind having sex with Kumar on the stairs. That really irritated me. She immediately sensed it and said, “I will feel awkward if they come out” and somehow diverted from what she had implied earlier. I decided to ignore her comment.
Once inside the bedroom, I pulled her into my arms again and planted another wet kiss on her lips. She fervently kissed me back and my hands roamed all over her body and rested on her shapely bums. Preethi stopped me when my hands breached her underwear and took hold of her firm butt.
"Anand stop," she said, "I feel very dirty right now."
"Why?"
"I didn't have a shower today," she complained.
"It doesn't matter."
"You know I love your musky smell anyway," I argued.
"Let me take a quick shower, and then we can do it all night."
"No," I said and pushed her back on the bed. She indeed looked wonderful in the soft night lamp light. Her lips were rosy red and her breath labored. We again engaged in tongue duel and I got rid of her night suite in no time. She moaned as I took her left nipple in my mouth.
As I moved south wards she stopped me abruptly and said, "Let me relieve you. I am really messy down there," she reasoned.
"No I want to taste it. Besides, I am so excited after missing you so long I would cum in no time if you take it in my mouth. I want to get inside you and it is too late to go for a second round”
I liked the smell and taste of her pussy, no matter the state of her pussy. I suspected she might have had sex with Kumar before I arrived. It wasn't as if I was eager to taste her pussy filled with Kumar's semen but rather that I wanted to taste her pussy. I was deprived of sex for past few weeks and needed it.
As my face hovered over her crotch, I found out that she wasn't lying. Her crotch was damp -- was it the anticipation of sex with me or was it Kumar's semen. As my lips touched her crotch over the underwear, she pleaded, "Anand..." for me to stop yet her pelvis twisted up.
I didn't waste too much time and pushed her gusset aside and pushed my tongue into the folds of her lips. The bitter taste confirmed that Kumar indeed had mated her. Her vulva was quite distended and my tongue easily slid inside and as it slithered inside more of Kumar's juice came down. From the quantity and the thickness, I concluded they must have finished 30 minutes before I knocked on the door. As my tongue curled upwards and grazed past her clit, she pushed on my head “Oh! Please honey .. “
She doesn't like me to focus on her clit early on.
Then involuntarily she said "It feels so good. Slide your tongue in darling. Please don't mind the taste. I know it is messy."
Malathy must have educated her on the pleasure of having cream-pie eaten out. However, I wasn't sure if Preethi could muster courage to enact it. Perhaps she was just trying to make use of this opportunity.
"I am on fire; soothe me with your tongue," she moaned.
And for the next 30 minutes I lapped the remnants of her mating with Kumar. She had an incredible orgasm. I had performed oral sex on her several times that spanned for more than half hour but this was perhaps the first time when she became violent and almost strangled me with her legs.
When I finished she pulled me up. I looked into her eyes. Avoiding my eyes she said, “I am sorry about the taste. But it was tremendous for me” meaning the bitter taste of semen. I was mildly irritated that she was only worried about the bitter taste and not the fact that I ended up licking her lover’s semen. I also realized that I just performed what a cuckold is expected to do. Then I consoled myself thinking that was just another way of pleasuring my lovely wife and I had no doubt about my penetration skills.
"You indeed are on fire," I said moving up on top of her.
"What's up?"
"Nothing I missed you," she said and kissed me. I realized how wide open she was when entered her. I could barely feel her and blurted out, "I can barely feel you". Her face registered a momentary panic before she tightened her pelvic muscles effortlessly realizing the situation. I looked at her lovingly and continued.
"Did I interrupt something when I knocked on the door," I asked. I still couldn't believe I said that.
"Shut up," she said blushing in response.
"Don't ask don't tell policy," she retorted in a teasing manner, reminding me of our tacit agreement.
"There is no harm in breaching it every now and then," I exhaled. I was stroking her very slowly, trying to prolong the session.
"Do you want me to be on top?" she asked and clarified, "You can last much longer that way"
We changed the positions and she rode me; our regular position when we intended to make love leisurely.
"So, how is it going?" I started again.
"What?" she asked feigning ignorance.
"Your relationship with Kumar,” I clarified
"Why do you want to know?" she quipped
"Just curious," I replied calmly.
"This is about sex and not love. I know I am your only love in this life," I said assuring her.
"I want to be so in the next six lives as well," she said giving me tight squeeze with her pelvic muscles. She has become extremely good at this. Then she bent down and kissed me passionately.
Then she asked "What do you want to know?"
"Nothing specific," I said implying that I just wanted to talk.
I asked her "Are you enjoying?"
"It has been sexually fulfilling," she said. I sensed that she was willing to talk.
"Have you been a good mistress?" I asked opening up the subject.
Hearing the word mistress from me alarmed her and she looked at me keenly. When she found that I used the word in a matter of fact manner she relaxed.
"Yes. Lived up the expectations he had from your wife," she answered seductively giving me a good squeeze again.
"What expectations?" I groaned.
"Letting him mount me," she let out between her heavy breathing.
"Every time he had an urge," she added; after a brief pause said, “whenever you were away” I let her lie pass. However, such lies and cheating left scars that troubled me.
"He prefers your wife over his," she started.
"While you were in India, he spent his time mostly with me."
"Malathy didn't mind?" I asked.
"She was happy to let me fulfill her duty," replied Preethi.
"Did you do it a lot?" I asked.
"Yes. A lot more than what we did during our honeymoon or in the first year of our marriage," she clarified.
"Is he better," I asked inquisitively. My penis twitched inside her as I asked this.
"Are you jealous?" she asked a bit taken aback by my question.
"No," I replied calmly.
"It feels a lot better," she said.
"Is he bigger?" I asked hesitantly.
"Much," she smiled and added, "but it is not the size."
"Then what?" I asked.
"It is because I am your wife and his mistress!" finally letting me know that her attraction to Kumar too was after all due to a psychological thrill.
"Isn't it psychological for you also?" she asked.
"Malathy is no match for your beauty," I replied.
"I wasn't talking about you and Malathy."
Preethi gave me a few good squeezes instead of answering the question. It seemed she was contemplating on whether to ask it or not. Perhaps, wondering how to frame the question.
"Do you like this?"
"Like what?" I asked not understanding what she meant.
"My being Kumar’s mistress" she explained
Hearing that my penis almost twitched and it was as if I was about to cum. It was a crucial moment. We never talked about it openly but I knew we would have to one day.
"You do like it. Don't you?" she asked, perhaps guessing it from my reaction before I could clarify that I don’t like the mistress part while I relished her mating Kumar. But then I couldn’t have explained it clearly.
"I can sense it," she said giving me another good squeeze.
"You are on the verge, do you want to prolong it," she asked and without waiting for my answer, she lifted herself up and moved forward to straddle my chest. In the silence we could hear our labored breathing and our racing hearts pumping wildly. And then I heard Preethi say, "Do you want to tell me how much you like it by licking me?" as she slowly slid forward to straddle my face.
I didn't need further encouragement and lapped her. For a woman who had been penetrated twice that night, she was surprisingly wet. After licking her for a few minutes she had one more orgasm. After she relaxed from the orgasm she asked, "Do you want to talk about it?"
"Did you ever fantasize about this?" she asked. I was in a dilemma. I didn't want to be dishonest; at the same time didn't want her to think of her husband was a pervert.
"Yes," I managed to say.
"Did you see it coming?" she asked grinding her pussy on my mouth.
“It was Malathy who sold me the idea” I said.
"And so you are sharing your wife with him," she said teasing me.
"He is reciprocating by sharing his," I countered.
"But you are loaning yours," she retorted.
"Sort of like what the Eskimos did but here the guest is loaning his wife to the host and not vice versa," she said in a conceited tone.
"Why do say that?"
"Malathy told me that you guys do only once or twice a week," she justified.
"Yes. But it has benefited our sex drive," I argued.
"We are more adventurous too," she added.
"I am certain you are a lot more adventurous with him," I teased.
"What makes you think so?"
"Nothing, just a hunch," I replied calmly.
"Does that surprise you or shock you?" she asked teasing me, taking my hard cock in her hand.
"Neither," I replied calmly.
"I am his mistress and do let him take liberties."
"What kind?" I eagerly asked.
"And those privileges are reserved for him," she interjected.
"But that is not fair."
"But I give you some other privileges without even you asking me” she implied her letting me splash over her breasts or even her face that gives me a huge thrill.
"What did you expect? I am your wife not mistress. I want to maintain the decorum of our relationship” she gave me a weak reason for things she does to Kumar.
"How do you see this relationship panning out in future?" I asked turning her attention to the fact that we would be soon moving out.
"I am worried about the future," she exhaled.
"Why? I thought you were enjoying," I retorted.
"I am having trouble with my pills," she exhaled. She had mentioned this to me over the phone couple of weeks back and that her Doctor had recommended considering alternatives.
"We could use other forms of birth control," I reasoned.
"Kumar would never use a condom, if that is what you had in mind."
"And the other forms of birth control are not 100% effective."
"It would only be stupid to engage in sex with such a virile man during my fertile period."
"I understand," I said.
"We should do it carefully, though," I suggested.
"I will use a cervical cap. But it will be effective only if I use spermicidal also. But it will leave a repulsive smell and taste for couple of days. You will not like it" she said. I realized that she had thought through this.
“So are we going to end the relationship?” I asked
“I will be careful and avoid going to their place during my fertile period” she said. In my new job too I had to travel, but lot less and may not exceed a couple of nights a week if at all. She seemed to have already made plans to visit Kumar’s place when I travel.
We ended our session soon and I went to bed thinking about how our relationship had panned out and whether it was the right decision or not.
The next day we went to Vegas and spent the next three nights in Reno. We had booked separate rooms so that Preethi and I could spend some time with each other, which we did. Ironically, however, she also fulfilled her mistress duties and ensured that Kumar got to dip his stick in her honey pot almost every night.
The first night, I was not keen on spending time in casinos since I was too exhausted with work and desperately needed some sleep so I urged Preethi to head back to the hotel around 10:00 or so. She promised to join later and asked me to go ahead and take a short nap while they gambled a little more.
I knew something was up and didn't hit the bed immediately but waited to see if they came back to the hotel after me. In about 20 minutes, I noticed them enter the hotel. I hated Preethi for preferring to pleasure Kumar on a Friday that was primarily reserved for me. Yet, I was not sure if that indeed was the case; they could have very well decided to head back after I left. Somehow, I strangely desired for Preethi to head to Kumar's bedroom instead of coming back to our room. She didn't disappoint me.
Preethi returned to bed at about 1:00am. She stroked my hard cock as she planted her mouth over mine. I latched onto her lips and kissed her back fervently. After we broke our hot kiss, she said, "Looks like you were dreaming of me."
"I was eagerly waiting for you," I said. I noticed that she hadn't rinsed her mouth and her breath was a little stale. I was sure that Kumar had fucked her when within minutes of our kissing, she pushed my head southwards. It smelled exactly as it did the previous night, except it was not as stale. Her pussy tasted a lot bitter tonight and it felt as if I had tasted a lot more of his cum. I satisfied her with my tongue till she pulled me up and for my session. Preethi seemed to equally enjoy my penetration and rewarded me by a couple of orgasms.
Preethi spent Friday night with me and we indulged in a very long session. We did it again the next morning in the shower.
On Saturday night, Preethi urged me to make an excuse and head to the hotel early so that she could spend some time with Kumar. It was the first time Preethi requested so. She didn't return until very early in the morning and I missed sex with her that night.
That's how we spent our July-4 weekend in the year 2000. It was the first time we had heart-to-heart discussions about our polyamorous relationship, which in reality was more of a polyandrous relationship.
We moved out of Kumar's place in the next ten days and settled in our new place. As expected Preethi more or less put an end to polyamorous relationship; we met frequently and were still on good terms with Kumar and Malathy.
Kumar and Malathy were disappointed with sudden turn of events. Malathy and I often discussed how much fun we had and how much both of us missed getting together.
Our lives moved on with Preethi once in a while going to Kumar’s place to warm his bed when I traveled, which was not very frequent. But during the weeks that I didn’t travel which were more often, we were at the bed daily and we both enjoyed tremendously.
There were occasions when Preethi in hot mood would discuss her episodes with Kumar, not in great detail but cursorily. As days progressed she became comfortable talking about her relationship with Kumar and didn't mind sharing more of the details. It was clear her motivation was psychological -- letting someone other than her husband mount her any and every time was incredibly thrilling experience for her. And if that someone happened to be well-endowed and skilled in the art of making love there is no end to the pleasure one can derive from such a promiscuous mating. To her the icing on the cake was that I approved and even waited for my turn on weekends, at least that's the way she saw it.
But a month down the line suddenly Preethi’s interest in sex waned. She was disinterested in sex and came to me only during the week-ends, just like before. However, during those three nights she was a tigress in bed. I didn’t mind that. It meant more rest for her and time for other things like work-outs. Then the three nights a week schedule became two nights only. Then it came down to one night a week with occasional two nights a week. Still those nights she was explosive as if to make up for the loss and soak up more.
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