04-02-2020, 12:34 AM
Update 21
Back in the US over the next week or so the same theme followed in our bedroom where Preethi always teased and each time she tested the boundaries by throwing the humiliating questions at critical moments of our love making, in the process extending our boundaries. The wordings and manner in which she posed them varied but they pointed to the very same acts. Preethi was in constant state of arousal for the next week and she was always looking for opportunities to indulge in a little foreplay.
Kumar and Malathy returned a few days after we arrived in the US but due to our hectic work schedule we didn't get to spend any time with them. Preethi and Kumar were extremely busy with their work and didn't have any chance to socialize for another week. Although, Preethi got a little time on hand later during the weekend but Kumar was sucked into an escalation that didn't allow him any time at all. Preethi was sexually frustrated by not having an opportunity to mate with Kumar for more than 15 days. She had tasted blood after a long layover and certainly didn't enjoy the brief gap.
It turned out that Kumar got an opportunity to be with Preethi the second weekend after we landed in the US. Malathy had to meet some friends over that weekend so she decided to stay at her place all by herself while Kumar decided to stay at our place for the weekend as his work required him to be present in the San Francisco area for any escalation over the weekend.
I anticipated this session to be an extremely hot one since Preethi had been longing this for more than a week but wasn't sure if it would indeed be as intense and long as Kumar was overworked ever since he got back from vacation. I wanted to watch them mate but knew there was no way to spy on them. We were living in a town house - and the windows were facing exterior of the building and there was absolutely no way to peek inside the bedrooms.
I knew they will be mating in our first guest bedroom which Preethi had tacitly conveyed to me that she will use when Kumar is around. The bed was much farther from the door and hence there was very little hope of overhearing them, unless they made loud noises or yelled. I did some research on the Internet and found a very nice way of using cell phone as an eavesdropping device. It was a risky strategy but I wasn't too concerned about getting caught by Preethi as she very well knew my desire to eavesdrop on them.
On that Friday, I reached home a little earlier and after a little foreplay with Preethi got down to my work. The equipment was ready and needed to be located at the right place so that I could hear them in the act. The bedside table was the right place but it could be conspicuous if they made love with the lights on. I didn't believe they would - if at all the bedside lamp would be on. Kumar arrived a little after 10:00 and soon sat down for dinner. Kumar never gulped his food down unlike Preethi and I, who were very quick with dinners. He liked to usually have his food watching TV without getting disturbed. Preethi came into our bedroom after a little chitchat with him.
"He is here, honey," she whispered closing the door behind her.
"He is here to mount your wife," she said giggling and gave an open mouthed kiss. She pulled me down as she sat on the bed saying, "Come, and quickly prepare me for him." She was wearing another of her favorite night gowns that I had given her as a gift on our anniversary. All I had to do was slid my hand up, push aside the gusset and drive my tongue into the folds of her vagina. She didn't need any lubrication as her vagina was extremely wet and soppy. Nevertheless, I obediently licked her up for the next fifteen minutes until she thought she was ready for Kumar's onslaught. As she stepped out into the living room downstairs, I walked into the guestroom as though I was searching for something and I hurriedly setup the phone near the bedside and hoped that Preethi and Kumar don't notice it.
Preethi took a few minutes to clean up the table and tidy up the kitchen before she joined him on the sofa. While at the sofa, they didn't talk much but just watched the program on TV. They didn't stay there for long and soon moved to our guest bedroom.
"You look gloomy," Preethi broke the silence. I could hear pretty well through the cell phone, although they weren't exactly near the phone. Kumar didn't respond.
"Don't worry," she added cheering him up, "this sexy lady is here to help you relax."
"What's up?"
"Still having problems with your boss?" she said. The sound of the creaking bed let me know that they moved to the bed.
"I am not sure, I will get the promotion," he said in despair.
"Why do you give up?"
"It is not just about work."
"I know."
"Malathy, isn't willing?"
"Don't think so," he responded dryly and continued "Not sure if that would tilt the scales."
"Well, your other wife will surely tilt the scales," she said sexily. Alarm bells started blaring in my mind. ‘What the hell is this female up to?’
"I can't let that happen," Kumar responded.
"You are too possessive," she responded. There was some silence and then I heard sounds of lips smacking. It seemed like an elaborate kiss as the silence and slurping sound lasted a lot longer than I had anticipated.
"Wow, you are too hot," I heard Preethi breaking the kiss.
"Looks like Malathy is not taking good care of your needs," she added.
"While she is a good wife, she never could live up to my expectations in the bedroom," Kumar responded.
"And you are pretty sure, she wouldn't live up to the expectations of your boss?" she asked.
"She is not determined and she is definitely not the type."
"Malathy is almost 32 and certainly doesn't have the libido to satisfy his needs."
"He needs a young woman."
"White men have a fetish for brown skin," said Preethi continuing, "And older men, all over the world, are ever willing to mount a woman half their age!"
"It's true," responded Kumar and then said "The story, however, is much complex. Powerful men," he exhaled, "need precious belongings of others. They only choose worthy baits. Married women, who are young, demure, and yet willing to experiment in the bedroom."
"Hmm..." said Preethi, perhaps as she took his penis in her mouth.
Then she asked, "What do you want today? Want to hump my face? Or should I just rim you?"
"Do you agree," he asked her continuing her earlier description of his boss.
"You seem to describe yourself," giggled Preethi.
"Instead of spending your nights with your middle aged wife, you prefer to mount your friend's young wife. What's worse," she added, "You impregnate her and expect your friend to raise your child."
"There is a difference, though,” said Kumar continuing, “When you would be her age, your passion for sex would not wane, perhaps it would subside a little."
"Even then most would prefer a woman of age 24 over a woman of age 32,” retorted Preethi
"Perhaps true about older men," responded Kumar.
"Let me hump you," he said nonchalantly, "Rimming may not be a good idea."
"Are you ready for it all the way?" he asked.
"Yes, I almost skipped dinner. Go slow, however," she urged him.
I heard some rustling of bed sheets as they arranged themselves in right position for her face fuck. It seemed like a very important ordeal for Kumar and perhaps these were the perks that tethered him to her even after his excitement for conquest subsided. It very clearly depicted how she placed her bull on higher pedestal over her husband. It surprised me how close they had gotten as the conversation seemed very similar to the conversation between amorous couples who have shed all inhibitions. Preethi was willing to bed his boss to advance his career and it seemed they had contemplated for a few days, if not weeks. What hurt my core was that she didn't mind Malathy's unwillingness to help Kumar and instead volunteered to even take her place in that regard. It seemed Malathy had never met any of his colleagues, otherwise such a move could never be considered. In essence, I was infuriated at own my naivety.
For the next five or ten minutes, I only heard some moaning sounds and the sounds of slurping saliva. Towards the end the bed creaked a lot more than one would expect during a face fuck. However, having witnessed the action once and my wife's willingness, I knew that this was normal.
"Hmmm..." I heard sound of Preethi after a while, "you certainly must have enjoyed that. I could have let you deposit your stuff in my throat but it needs to the right place for now."
"Where is the lubrication," he asked.
"Don't worry about that," she responded.
"The thoughts of your boss mounting me have already provided enough lubrication," she chuckled.
I was getting worked up. My excitement was totally gone.
"You are taking it lightly," he said, "It might be very well him pushing his penis inside you." Preethi grunted as he pushed his penis inside her.
"And rightly so," she answered between her moans.
Stunned I continue hearing her say, "After all he is your boss and you are getting something in return."
"You indeed are fairly lubricated," he commented.
"Well, both of my husband's keep me fairly busy these days. I am always on the edge," she responded sexily.
"Are you serious about romancing my boss?" he asked shafting her.
"Yes," she immediately responded.
"I do have an interesting idea, though," she grunted.
"What?" I heard Kumar ask.
"Let's meet him and once he is salivating, drop in the news that I am willing but it has to wait since we are in the middle of starting a family."
"That would make him even more aggressive," he said.
"Precisely, you can broker the best deal for allowing him to mate your wife during her fertile period."
"Obviously, I would already be pregnant before we attempt this."
"Would Anand agree for this?" he asked.
"Anand doesn't have to know"
My world fell apart on hearing this.
"How long are you willing to entertain him?" he asked.
"Till my water tube breaks"
"Are you serious?"
"The question is are you ready?"
"Are you willing to let him mount your mistress?"
"More importantly are you willing to accept the promotion and relocate to India?"
I was surprised to learn about this new development. I didn't know that Kumar had decided about it and not shared with Malathy. I wondered if that had helped Preethi in making her mind on starting a family right away.
"I don't have a choice," he exhaled.
"Either way, I have to move back to India."
"It would help to move into a better position; that way I could support our children financially," he said.
"So, I am willing to make that happen."
"You don't know much about him," said Kumar.
"Does it matter?" she quipped.
"Good that you are not my wife," he retorted, "You are such a slut."
"Huh..." grunted Preethi, perhaps in response to his sudden plunge into her.
"The feeling is mutual," she responded quickly.
"You are great fuck but would make a terrible husband."
"Don't waste time and fuck me and show that you deserve to father my children," she added. For the next ten minutes, I could hear Kumar plowing her and as expected Preethi was fairly noisy.
The urge I had to see her mate with Kumar secretly and hear every word of their conversation had completely vanished.
While thinking about Preethi willing to bed Kumar’s boss for his promotion it reminded me of her plans for the black partner from her office; all the two aspects when put together clarified a few things. Preethi had only played with that to find out my reaction to her helping Kumar get a promotion.
In the process Preethi made a fool of me.
"Did that relax you?" she asked. Kumar didn't reply; perhaps he was still catching his breath.
"Tell me about him," she asked.
"No don't," she quipped, "Let it soak in."
"He is 46. Married for twenty years and has two daughters. Eldest one just turned 18 and youngest is 15."
"What about his wife?"
"She stays at home and is about his age."
"How does he look?"
"Not very good looking"
"Slightly tall but overweight, bald and dark"
"His wife is pretty, though," he added.
"What's at stake?" she asked calmly.
"If I cooperate then I will get a fairly senior position in the India center. Otherwise, just a management position"
"How open are you with him?"
"Very open"
"He openly demanded it," he said.
"He said he wanted to bed your wife."
"No."
"All he needed was a little excitement in life."
"But he doesn’t want prostitutes. Only homely housewives who had normal lives and the kind who would rarely indulge in such things,"
"Where did he expect to find such women?" asked Preethi.
"In a sense, he implied it had to be my wife!"
"For how long?" she asked.
"For couple of months, perhaps"
"Did you show him my photograph?" she asked.
"No, I wasn't sure."
“I will give you one of those we took during the desert safari”
It surprised me that Preethi and Kumar had earlier discussed about this issue and Preethi had tacitly agreed to help him. At this point, I was quite certain that the black partner from her firm was none but Kumar's boss and they were just testing me.
However, Kumar wasn't aware of the fact that I might be awake and overhearing them and hence wasn't certain if Kumar himself was aware of this. I heard slurping sound on the phone and realized that Preethi was finishing up her mistress duty for the night. I believed, she would spend the night with him but was surprised when I heard her get up and say, "Sleep tight. I need to go fulfill my wifely duties."
Back in the US over the next week or so the same theme followed in our bedroom where Preethi always teased and each time she tested the boundaries by throwing the humiliating questions at critical moments of our love making, in the process extending our boundaries. The wordings and manner in which she posed them varied but they pointed to the very same acts. Preethi was in constant state of arousal for the next week and she was always looking for opportunities to indulge in a little foreplay.
Kumar and Malathy returned a few days after we arrived in the US but due to our hectic work schedule we didn't get to spend any time with them. Preethi and Kumar were extremely busy with their work and didn't have any chance to socialize for another week. Although, Preethi got a little time on hand later during the weekend but Kumar was sucked into an escalation that didn't allow him any time at all. Preethi was sexually frustrated by not having an opportunity to mate with Kumar for more than 15 days. She had tasted blood after a long layover and certainly didn't enjoy the brief gap.
It turned out that Kumar got an opportunity to be with Preethi the second weekend after we landed in the US. Malathy had to meet some friends over that weekend so she decided to stay at her place all by herself while Kumar decided to stay at our place for the weekend as his work required him to be present in the San Francisco area for any escalation over the weekend.
I anticipated this session to be an extremely hot one since Preethi had been longing this for more than a week but wasn't sure if it would indeed be as intense and long as Kumar was overworked ever since he got back from vacation. I wanted to watch them mate but knew there was no way to spy on them. We were living in a town house - and the windows were facing exterior of the building and there was absolutely no way to peek inside the bedrooms.
I knew they will be mating in our first guest bedroom which Preethi had tacitly conveyed to me that she will use when Kumar is around. The bed was much farther from the door and hence there was very little hope of overhearing them, unless they made loud noises or yelled. I did some research on the Internet and found a very nice way of using cell phone as an eavesdropping device. It was a risky strategy but I wasn't too concerned about getting caught by Preethi as she very well knew my desire to eavesdrop on them.
On that Friday, I reached home a little earlier and after a little foreplay with Preethi got down to my work. The equipment was ready and needed to be located at the right place so that I could hear them in the act. The bedside table was the right place but it could be conspicuous if they made love with the lights on. I didn't believe they would - if at all the bedside lamp would be on. Kumar arrived a little after 10:00 and soon sat down for dinner. Kumar never gulped his food down unlike Preethi and I, who were very quick with dinners. He liked to usually have his food watching TV without getting disturbed. Preethi came into our bedroom after a little chitchat with him.
"He is here, honey," she whispered closing the door behind her.
"He is here to mount your wife," she said giggling and gave an open mouthed kiss. She pulled me down as she sat on the bed saying, "Come, and quickly prepare me for him." She was wearing another of her favorite night gowns that I had given her as a gift on our anniversary. All I had to do was slid my hand up, push aside the gusset and drive my tongue into the folds of her vagina. She didn't need any lubrication as her vagina was extremely wet and soppy. Nevertheless, I obediently licked her up for the next fifteen minutes until she thought she was ready for Kumar's onslaught. As she stepped out into the living room downstairs, I walked into the guestroom as though I was searching for something and I hurriedly setup the phone near the bedside and hoped that Preethi and Kumar don't notice it.
Preethi took a few minutes to clean up the table and tidy up the kitchen before she joined him on the sofa. While at the sofa, they didn't talk much but just watched the program on TV. They didn't stay there for long and soon moved to our guest bedroom.
"You look gloomy," Preethi broke the silence. I could hear pretty well through the cell phone, although they weren't exactly near the phone. Kumar didn't respond.
"Don't worry," she added cheering him up, "this sexy lady is here to help you relax."
"What's up?"
"Still having problems with your boss?" she said. The sound of the creaking bed let me know that they moved to the bed.
"I am not sure, I will get the promotion," he said in despair.
"Why do you give up?"
"It is not just about work."
"I know."
"Malathy, isn't willing?"
"Don't think so," he responded dryly and continued "Not sure if that would tilt the scales."
"Well, your other wife will surely tilt the scales," she said sexily. Alarm bells started blaring in my mind. ‘What the hell is this female up to?’
"I can't let that happen," Kumar responded.
"You are too possessive," she responded. There was some silence and then I heard sounds of lips smacking. It seemed like an elaborate kiss as the silence and slurping sound lasted a lot longer than I had anticipated.
"Wow, you are too hot," I heard Preethi breaking the kiss.
"Looks like Malathy is not taking good care of your needs," she added.
"While she is a good wife, she never could live up to my expectations in the bedroom," Kumar responded.
"And you are pretty sure, she wouldn't live up to the expectations of your boss?" she asked.
"She is not determined and she is definitely not the type."
"Malathy is almost 32 and certainly doesn't have the libido to satisfy his needs."
"He needs a young woman."
"White men have a fetish for brown skin," said Preethi continuing, "And older men, all over the world, are ever willing to mount a woman half their age!"
"It's true," responded Kumar and then said "The story, however, is much complex. Powerful men," he exhaled, "need precious belongings of others. They only choose worthy baits. Married women, who are young, demure, and yet willing to experiment in the bedroom."
"Hmm..." said Preethi, perhaps as she took his penis in her mouth.
Then she asked, "What do you want today? Want to hump my face? Or should I just rim you?"
"Do you agree," he asked her continuing her earlier description of his boss.
"You seem to describe yourself," giggled Preethi.
"Instead of spending your nights with your middle aged wife, you prefer to mount your friend's young wife. What's worse," she added, "You impregnate her and expect your friend to raise your child."
"There is a difference, though,” said Kumar continuing, “When you would be her age, your passion for sex would not wane, perhaps it would subside a little."
"Even then most would prefer a woman of age 24 over a woman of age 32,” retorted Preethi
"Perhaps true about older men," responded Kumar.
"Let me hump you," he said nonchalantly, "Rimming may not be a good idea."
"Are you ready for it all the way?" he asked.
"Yes, I almost skipped dinner. Go slow, however," she urged him.
I heard some rustling of bed sheets as they arranged themselves in right position for her face fuck. It seemed like a very important ordeal for Kumar and perhaps these were the perks that tethered him to her even after his excitement for conquest subsided. It very clearly depicted how she placed her bull on higher pedestal over her husband. It surprised me how close they had gotten as the conversation seemed very similar to the conversation between amorous couples who have shed all inhibitions. Preethi was willing to bed his boss to advance his career and it seemed they had contemplated for a few days, if not weeks. What hurt my core was that she didn't mind Malathy's unwillingness to help Kumar and instead volunteered to even take her place in that regard. It seemed Malathy had never met any of his colleagues, otherwise such a move could never be considered. In essence, I was infuriated at own my naivety.
For the next five or ten minutes, I only heard some moaning sounds and the sounds of slurping saliva. Towards the end the bed creaked a lot more than one would expect during a face fuck. However, having witnessed the action once and my wife's willingness, I knew that this was normal.
"Hmmm..." I heard sound of Preethi after a while, "you certainly must have enjoyed that. I could have let you deposit your stuff in my throat but it needs to the right place for now."
"Where is the lubrication," he asked.
"Don't worry about that," she responded.
"The thoughts of your boss mounting me have already provided enough lubrication," she chuckled.
I was getting worked up. My excitement was totally gone.
"You are taking it lightly," he said, "It might be very well him pushing his penis inside you." Preethi grunted as he pushed his penis inside her.
"And rightly so," she answered between her moans.
Stunned I continue hearing her say, "After all he is your boss and you are getting something in return."
"You indeed are fairly lubricated," he commented.
"Well, both of my husband's keep me fairly busy these days. I am always on the edge," she responded sexily.
"Are you serious about romancing my boss?" he asked shafting her.
"Yes," she immediately responded.
"I do have an interesting idea, though," she grunted.
"What?" I heard Kumar ask.
"Let's meet him and once he is salivating, drop in the news that I am willing but it has to wait since we are in the middle of starting a family."
"That would make him even more aggressive," he said.
"Precisely, you can broker the best deal for allowing him to mate your wife during her fertile period."
"Obviously, I would already be pregnant before we attempt this."
"Would Anand agree for this?" he asked.
"Anand doesn't have to know"
My world fell apart on hearing this.
"How long are you willing to entertain him?" he asked.
"Till my water tube breaks"
"Are you serious?"
"The question is are you ready?"
"Are you willing to let him mount your mistress?"
"More importantly are you willing to accept the promotion and relocate to India?"
I was surprised to learn about this new development. I didn't know that Kumar had decided about it and not shared with Malathy. I wondered if that had helped Preethi in making her mind on starting a family right away.
"I don't have a choice," he exhaled.
"Either way, I have to move back to India."
"It would help to move into a better position; that way I could support our children financially," he said.
"So, I am willing to make that happen."
"You don't know much about him," said Kumar.
"Does it matter?" she quipped.
"Good that you are not my wife," he retorted, "You are such a slut."
"Huh..." grunted Preethi, perhaps in response to his sudden plunge into her.
"The feeling is mutual," she responded quickly.
"You are great fuck but would make a terrible husband."
"Don't waste time and fuck me and show that you deserve to father my children," she added. For the next ten minutes, I could hear Kumar plowing her and as expected Preethi was fairly noisy.
The urge I had to see her mate with Kumar secretly and hear every word of their conversation had completely vanished.
While thinking about Preethi willing to bed Kumar’s boss for his promotion it reminded me of her plans for the black partner from her office; all the two aspects when put together clarified a few things. Preethi had only played with that to find out my reaction to her helping Kumar get a promotion.
In the process Preethi made a fool of me.
"Did that relax you?" she asked. Kumar didn't reply; perhaps he was still catching his breath.
"Tell me about him," she asked.
"No don't," she quipped, "Let it soak in."
"He is 46. Married for twenty years and has two daughters. Eldest one just turned 18 and youngest is 15."
"What about his wife?"
"She stays at home and is about his age."
"How does he look?"
"Not very good looking"
"Slightly tall but overweight, bald and dark"
"His wife is pretty, though," he added.
"What's at stake?" she asked calmly.
"If I cooperate then I will get a fairly senior position in the India center. Otherwise, just a management position"
"How open are you with him?"
"Very open"
"He openly demanded it," he said.
"He said he wanted to bed your wife."
"No."
"All he needed was a little excitement in life."
"But he doesn’t want prostitutes. Only homely housewives who had normal lives and the kind who would rarely indulge in such things,"
"Where did he expect to find such women?" asked Preethi.
"In a sense, he implied it had to be my wife!"
"For how long?" she asked.
"For couple of months, perhaps"
"Did you show him my photograph?" she asked.
"No, I wasn't sure."
“I will give you one of those we took during the desert safari”
It surprised me that Preethi and Kumar had earlier discussed about this issue and Preethi had tacitly agreed to help him. At this point, I was quite certain that the black partner from her firm was none but Kumar's boss and they were just testing me.
However, Kumar wasn't aware of the fact that I might be awake and overhearing them and hence wasn't certain if Kumar himself was aware of this. I heard slurping sound on the phone and realized that Preethi was finishing up her mistress duty for the night. I believed, she would spend the night with him but was surprised when I heard her get up and say, "Sleep tight. I need to go fulfill my wifely duties."
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