09-12-2020, 09:36 PM
34.2
Kavita
In the morning of the day of Prem’s arrival, I visited parlour. I dressed in seductive way in light blue chiffon sari and low cut black sleeveless blouse. Sari tied below naval, red lipstick on lips and gajra on hair must have turned me into sex goddess. My husband’s expression suggested so. My both objectives, creating jealousy in him and seducing Prem were on fly simultaneously. In the station, sensing his growing insecurity, I handed him my ladies hand bag to carry while I took Prem’s travel bag. He was embarrassed. I felt happy seeing my plan working. Another opportunity came on the return journey from station. I took pillion seat of his bike under pretext of guidance. Bike ride was short duration but good enough for me to seduce Prem. He was waiting for entering into the house.
The moment we entered our apartment, Prem tried to kiss me.
I averted his kiss. Pushing him I scorned, “Behave like a man Prem. This is unwarranted. I’m someone’s wife”
“Come on Kavi, I was your boyfriend. How does it matter in simple innocuous friendly kiss?”
“It matters. I agree, you were my boyfriend, but now ex-boyfriend.”
“It’s all same. Boyfriend or ex-boyfriend, I find no difference.”
“There are a lot of difference between boyfriend and ex-boyfriend, Prem. One is present and the other is past. Its better you limit yourself as ex-boyfriend.”
“Does your husband know that I am your boyfriend?”
“Not boyfriend Prem, ex-boyfriend. No, he does not have this knowledge. I think, he may not be interested in knowing also.”
“Is there any chance to delete ex from ex-boyfriend.”
“Try your luck. “
“So, there are some chances, I presume.”
“May be. But behave like a man. Win me from my husband, if you have courage.”
Prem suddenly got energized and stepped forward to hold my hand. I got my hand released and scorned him again, “This is cowardice Prem. Try to win me from front, not from back. Spineless behaviour does not suit you.”
Prem resigned, “I don’t understand you, Kavi. One side you are giving hope to try my luck but other side you don’t want me to proceed. This is contradictory.”
“There is no contradiction. Try your luck in presence of my husband. But remember, you will be risking yourself to get vacated.”
“You are creating opportunities, so that you can slap me in presence of your husband. This is not fair, Kavi”
“Then, what is fair as per you, Prem? Do I have to allow your physical strength to beat me and my husband? I know, you maintain a good physic”
“You are incorrigible, Kavi. Nothing sort of like that. Only I seek your cooperation to seduce you.”
“My God! Very interesting, Prem. Can you elaborate this cooperation?”
“Yeah! To try my luck, I may touch you sometimes. Simple touches. You must be sporting.”
“Done! Simple touches only.But one condition. Once I object, may be by gesture or verbal, you must show restraint. Any undue lapses and be prepared for the worst.””
“Accepted. Now let me kiss you on our mutual agreement.”
“Sorry Prem, you have not earned that yet. I may reward you with a kiss depending on your performance on wooing me from my husband. Never try to do reverse.”
“You are hard nut to crack, Kavi. At least be considerate to give me some reward for being sober.”
“Are you considering any specific reward? I may consider your case, if eligible.
“You know my choice. No point of pestering you. At least, let me smell your Gajra from near proximity.”
“Impressive move Prem. I find good prospect in your luck. But sorry, not able to grant you privilege. Instead I will reward you with your wish differently which you may appreciate more.
I proceeded to Guest room. Prem followed me curiously.
“This is your room Prem for your stay in our house. Be comfortable.” Then I plucked some flower from my Gajra and placed them beside pillow. I giggled, “How do you like the reward? Hope, this will help you remember me whole night and keep your hopes alive.” And I moved to balcony to trace my husband’s arrival.
Prem was ecstatic, “Marvellous Kavi, you are incomparable. I could never think of a better reward. Now, I can smell you with jasmine even in my dreams.” Prem followed me to balcony continuing his praise. “Thank you for your generosity. Only drawback is it would fade away. Is there any possibility of replenishing it regularly?”
“Prayer granted. If I have access, you will get replacement.”
“May I help you to get rewarded regularly?”
“Sorry Prem, not acceptable. I accept Gajra only from my love, my husband.”
“Do you love your husband so much?”
“Do you think, I am staying with him since my marriage without loving him? I love him more than my life, Prem. What made you doubt on this?”
“Why do you then allow me to seduce you?
“May be, because of your fervent desire to be my boyfriend again or may be to ascertain your wooing skills. You continue trying your luck. But always remember, my love will never change irrespective of your success or failure.”
Things progressed as planned. I started towelling Prem after his morning workout session. I started teasing my husband to demoralise indicating my intimacy with Prem. Prem continued wooing me utilising every opportunity with simple touches. I continued rewarding Prem with jasmine flowers.Observing my husband’s growing insecurity. I was happy. I was happy with the progress of my plan working, except my growing tiredness.
Jaya Intervened, “Noticing your sudden tiredness, you could have consulted doctor.”
I presumed; the towelling work was making me tired. I was not habituated on such activities. Still, I consulted the doctor.
***
On Thursday, I noticeably sensed some discomfort in my body. Post lunch, I consulted the doctor who prescribed me contraceptive pills. I was taking the pills for the second time. On earlier occasion, I had consumed only for two months, immediately after my marriage.Possible side effects were not much known to me. On my complaint, doctor inquired about any change in my daily working schedule. I accepted my increased workload.She counseled me not be worried. She explained me details. The pills were hormone based and will change hormone level in my body to suppress ovulation, which normally occurs two weeks prior to onset of period. Pregnancy is avoided by postponing ovulation and stopping the sperms at cervix, not allowing travelling to fallopian tube. She attributed my discomforts to the change in hormone levels and assured of getting stabilized in few days. Over next week, on each passing day, my discomfort level increased. I was becoming hornier. I was craving for sex. I was looking for a release. I did try my best to arouse my husband repeatedly without any success. Prem’s touches were generating fire in my body. Still I had sufficient control protecting my resolve.
***
Then the first major incident happened which swept away all my plans and put our lives out of gear from which we could never re-bounce. It was Saturday of same week. My husband had half day. I went for a movie with Prem. When we were back around noon, we observed him in panicky, coming out of Prem’s room. Visibly embarrassed he averted my questions.
Later we went out for a late lunch. On return, we retired in bed for a quick nap. He slept immediately, visibly tired. I could sense a strange discomfort in my body longing for sexual union. As the time passed, the restlessness increased. I could feel the accumulated moisture in my private. I was struggling with my lust. I consoled myself considering it as a temporary surge out of my long-suppressed sexuality. I did not know the reason of restlessness that time. Now, I know it was the effect of sex drug. Finally, I came out of my bedroom, and joined Prem in balcony for casual discussion.
Prem indicated, my husband was a sissy cuckold. I could not believe. I did not believe. There was no reason for me believe. I had seen him for four years. Not on a single instance I had found anything abnormal to suspect.
Prem was confident. “Manu will enjoy my advancement over you. Being a cuckold, he derives immense pleasure seeing his wife with an alpha man. Apparently, he may show some displeasure, which is not true reflection of his mind. He will never show any restraint to stop it. Once his initial inhibitions go, he will actively encourage you or even may participate also.”Then he continued, “Remember the 2nd day of my arrival. I lifted you in my arms. He did not object. The very next day, you were towelling me. I was in my underwear with a huge bulge. He pretended not having seen. Actually, he was enjoying.”
I did not agree to him but, could not object. I had already witnessed my husband not objecting Prem’s advancement. These revelations did not have much significance in my life. Prem would be leaving once my goal was reached. He was never going to interfere in my life. I avoided unnecessary altercation with him. I knew, he was stubborn and sometimes talked nonsense. Observing my silence Prem further stressed, “Cuckold is basically slave to his wife and her paramour. He will be ready to serve you and me. He will perform all duties as you desire. He will towel me in the morning, if you desire him to do it.”
I objected this time. I knew he was deadly against towelling Prem. I challenged him to make my husband agree towelling him. Prem accepted the challenge for a reward with a kiss on his dick. I rejected immediately. He did always fascine of my lips on his dick. Observing my resistance, he modified his proposal.He proposed for my lips laden with red lipstick above his underwear. He instigated me further stating that my love was hollow and I was afraid of discovering the truth as by knowing the truth I would desert my husband. My husband would never agree to towel. First, he did not like Prem and second, he was a late riser. He was against any sort of physical exercises.He was an idol of laziness, especially when it calls for early rising. Also I had belief on my love and myself. I did fell in his trap. I put condition that Prem would towel himself on losing. Prem agreed. I agreed to kiss with a barrier.
Jubilant, Prem announced, “I will win challenge.” Then he added carefully, “Manu is on the verge of transformation. He is suffering in fear of being exposed. His mind is filled with lot of doubt and anxiety. Naturally, he is skeptical about you and society. He needs little persuasion and encouragement. I can fill the gap as catalyst.”
“How?”
“Give me some space to talk to Manu personally, may be tomorrow morning after breakfast.”
Abruptly we had to curtail our discussion. My husband was calling me. We were so engrossed; we even forgot to switch on the light. He appeared on the doorway. It was an uncomfortable moment for me. Luckily, he did not question. Contrarily, he made some silly jokes. I could not enjoy his jokes.In aghast, I started thinking, Prem may be right. My husband may have cuckold tendencies. I actually had witnessed him staring at the hunks while staying at US. I should not have accepted his challenge.
***
Sunday morning, Prem had private discussion with my husband after breakfast, when I went for groceries.
I returned with groceries. What transpired between them I could not guess? I observed some changes in my husband. He was ready to help in every aspect spontaneously. While he was busy in shifting the bags to kitchen, I sat on sofa to catch some rest. Prem occupied my left. He placed his hand on my waist and whispered in low voice, “I have made some inroads to bring him out of his shell. But as I have pointed out, he needs encouragement from you. Your adverse behaviour can put him back into shell again.” My husband smiled while fetching the car key from me to collect remaining groceries from car. He did not object to Prem’s advancement. Prem’s theory started working in my brain.
Prem took liberty on my body. He put his hand over my shoulder and seeing my husband on the threshold of main door he did something unthinkable. He touched my right breast. He removed his hand on my objection but kept it on my shoulder. On return my husband must have observed Prem’s hand on my shoulder. I did not find any dissidence in his behaviour. Prem’s theory was reinforcing in my brain. Soon he retired to bed.
I was tired of physical and mental exhaustion. I had no energy left for cooking food. I happily accepted Prem’s offer of outside lunch.During lunch Prem explained me the details of his morning discussion. “Manu is excited imagining me as your paramour. He desires to be a sissy cuckold. Out of shame, he is not able to accept. He also desires to see his wife in skimpy sexy dressing. Even, he had accepted his desire to see his wife with me. Actually, he did enjoy my fondling to his wife. He is ready for extending his service in all household activities. He will readily accept towelling work in the morning, though he may not accept his cuckold fantasy openly, in the beginning. When I proposed to gift him some sissy clothing, he was enthusiastic. But he was appeared deeply concerned about your attitude. Manu had actually requested me not to reveal the truth to you.”
Prem concluded the discussion, “I have promised Manu to keep it secret from you. Now it’s up to you to decide.” I was surprised in the development.
On the way back, I packed lunch for him. Back home he was in sound sleep. Feeling uncomfortable, I changed into sari to get a quick nap. Saturday afternoon repeated. Again, I could sense a strange discomfort in my body, adesire for sexual union. As the time passed, the restlessness increased. Again I sensed accumulation of moisture.Again, I consoled myself considering it as a temporary surge out of my long-suppressedsexuality.Again, I exited bedroom to join Prem in balcony for a discussion.
He encouraged me, “Ask Manu to towel me. I am confident, he will accept without any protest.”
My husband was having late lunch, when I asked him, "Prem tells me you offered to help me out in towelling him after his exercises."
He readily accepted without any hesitation, as described by Prem. Only a few days back, he did propose to send Prem to gym. He was even prepared to bear the cost. It appeared, I had lost the challenge to Prem. Later after dinner, he occupied single-seater sofa 'vacating' the double-seater sofa for us. Seating beside me Prem advanced further. He openly fondled my belly, my husband did not object. To ensure and clear the doubt, I asked him in our privacy in bed, “So what did you and Prem talk about?"
To my dismay, he informed that he had talked about his helping me in general around the house, not merely about that particular activity of towelling. Prem’s theory on my husband started corroborating in my brain.
***
Monday morning, my husband towelled Prem. I fulfilled my promise in the intervening period, when he went to bath. Afternoon, I received a call from Prem for helping him in purchases. He wanted to gift us as atoken of gratitude. After knowing my husband’s size, he straight way headed for women’s section. He started selecting women’s pyjama sets. Seeing me frowning, he clarified again what he had discussed with my husband on previous day.
Confidently he declared, “Manu will enjoy wearing sissy dress. He has confided his fantasy in me. In the beginning, he may show some restraint out of shyness but ultimately he will adhere to sissy dress once his initial inhibition is over.”
Then he continued shopping for me. Again, I objected on his choice of dress. They were skimpy and revealing. Prem came out with explanation, “Manu had seen you in similar dresses in my album. He was praising your fashion consciousness. On my inquiry, he accepted his wanton desire to see you in similar dresses. Unfortunately, he does not have guts to ask you. Don’t you want him to be happy and fulfil his fantasies?”
I could remember the snaps Prem had taken in my college year. My dress was a bit courageously revealing but not skimpy. Objectionable snaps had been destroyed at my instance. Still I did not agree. Then he proposed to experiment. “Manu may not like you to wear these dresses in the beginning. He may express his disliking. But, I know, he will immensely enjoy. Try these for a few times and if you find Manu is not appreciating, discard them.” I meekly accepted his offer. Overwhelmed, he selected two sets short length skirt and blouse combination.
Back home, Prem handed over the gifts to my husband. I was busy in kitchen and called him for help after sometime. He appeared in pyjama sets. It was bewildering my brain. It appeared; I had never known him. I forgot to make a comparison with my changed behaviour. It did not appear in my mind that, I also never behaved lewdly with other man in presence of my husband.
***
Next day Prem came early from office at a time when I was struggling with my renewed sexuality. He convinced me to go for a rehearsal with skirt blouse before display to my husband. Prem had seen me in similar dresses earlier in college life. There was nothing much to object in his proposal. Once I changed into skirt blouse, he profusely praised my beauty. In the name of adjustment, he made soft touches. I was already under physical constraints. Sexual tensions were building inside me dangerously. I lost my mental resistance. Eventually, he started fondling me. I was getting aroused. I wetted my panties. I surrendered my body to him. He was touching, pinching, cupping me at all places. I was afraid he may forcefully take me to bed and make love. I concentrated on my resolve not to surrender. My excitement was building up dangerously. Just before my orgasm, he left me and went to his bedroom. I waited, but he did not come back. I was upset on my denial of orgasm.
Same night in privacy of our bedroom, my husband objected wearing sissy dress. I remembered Prem explaining about initial inhibitions. I told him to inform Prem and stop wearing. To my dismay and proving Prem correct, he continued wearing sissy dresses without further objection. Slowly the theory of his wimpy cuckoldry was resetting in my memory.
***
Next day, after lunch, I was reeling under sexual tension, as usual like previous day. Prem called me from office to check my availability in house as he wanted to return back early citing reasons of headache and body pain.I offered a body massage. He asked me to change into mini skirt and flowering blouse for his oil massage. I accepted. He continued his fondling while I massaged him. Soon front knot of my blouse was unknotted. He was enjoying my breasts unhindered. His touches on my nipples were sending electric current in my body. Again, I was on the verge of orgasm. When bell rang, I ignored. Then my husband phoned informing that he was waiting outside.I was annoyed and embarrassed. I opened the door in shame in my abysmal seductive dress. To cover up, I informed Prem had come early for body pain. I was expecting a sharp slap. My embarrassment was not over. Prem shouted, "Kavi, are you coming?" He did not protest. I looked at his eyes. He downed his eyes in apparent approval. I moved back to Prem’s room to continue massaging. Prem suggested that, my husband needs encouragement. Prem made me to call him to get replacement of some wormed oil and he obliged. Painfully I started accepting Prem’s theory. Prem continued touching me while praising my expertise in massaging in presence of my husband. He did not show any restraint.
Prem made next move. “Kavi, allow me some time with Manu. He needs further encouragement. You go ahead to get non-veg for me from the Mughlai restaurant. In the meantime, I will discuss with Manu about his enjoyment and next steps. If he appreciates your present dressing, you change over to same again.”
After a short while, while giving tea to him, I vaguely tried to reason that Prem got cramp and I only suggested oil massage. He tried to pinch my belly.Was He aroused seeing me with Prem.? Most probably yes, Prem was right. My husband has cuckold tendencies, I concluded. I suggested for night, changed dress for getting non-veg for Prem. He was ready for help and I suggested him to make chapattis. When I was back from restaurant, he had shaved and dressed in pyjama blouse.I could not dis-agree with Prem. Prem was right.
Prem signalled me on his approval on my provocative dress. I changed into earlier dress while they were taking food. Later after dinner Prem fondled me right in front of him sitting in sofa. I was wetted to soak my panty. Prem asked me join him after removing Panty. I was in peak of my sexual tension. I was ready to anything to get a release. I joined Prem in sofa after removing my panty. He continued fondling me in front of Manu to wet my skirt. He was touching my privates. I lost all my resistances. He could have taken me to his bed. He could have copulated right on the sofa. Bringing me at peak of excitement, he left for sleeping. He left me in my utter frustration. He was not giving me the sexual relief I needed at that hour. In bed my husband appreciated my dress. Prem was right. Prem had predicted that, he would appreciate my revealing dress. He would enjoy seeing me with Prem. Prem’s prediction was correct.
***
Next day Prem again came early, I changed into skirt blouse, he fondled me to excite to the peak. Then abruptly left me in the peak and went for Gowri. He had planned to deflower Gowri that night. He informed me about his late night return. I got jealous. He was constantly humiliating my womanhood. He had gone for deflowering another woman leaving me unsatisfied. I was feeling degraded, neglected.
I was excited and when in bed my husband initiated foreplay. I encouraged him. I badly needed release of my sexual tension. But he got off when Prem phoned me.
In night Prem returned and continued his insane activities to increase my frustration. He denied my orgasm. He refused release of my accumulated stress. The frustration within me was building up to abnormal level. I was collapsing internally.
***
Prem continued tormenting me on Friday also. He made me dressed in black mini skirt and red tank top. He fondled me to soak my panties. When I was looking forward for hard sex, he abruptly asked me to take bath and get ready for dinner outside. I was getting frustrated without sexual release. I was getting ready when my husband came back from office. Prem informed that dinner outside is cancelled and my husband will get the parcel. I became happy on the prospect of long due sexual release. I dressed back in black mini skirt and red tank top.
Prem continued exciting me sitting on sofa once my husband departed. We kept TV on. Prem did not initiate sex, rather continued fondling me to frustration. Again he brought me on the verge of orgasm and left. He walked back to his room. This time I followed him to his bedroom. I begged him for sex. I begged him to take me. Prem was happy. He fulfilled my desire. He penetrated me only after ensuring my husband’s return. He compelled me squealing loudly to be heard from outside. He ensured my submission to be known to my husband. He put down flame of my body. I cheated on my husband for the first time after marriage.
My physical stress got relieved increasing my mental tension. Prem forced me to dress in same skirt blouse without undergarments. I helped my husband to come inside. I lied to him about seeing movie. I knew, he knew my betrayal, but he did not speak. I wanted him to confront me. I was giving him hints of my betrayal, he did not acknowledge. Night in bed, he was aroused. He was excited by listening me copulating with Prem. His cuckoldry cemented in my brain. I relieve him by hand and tasted his seamen. He slept soon but I could not. My brazen adultery kept me awake for long time. I soaked bins for Saturday’s breakfast.
***
Morning he towelled Prem. He discovered my undergarments as testimony of Friday’s betrayal. Seeing him washing my undergarments in washing machine, I humiliated him and asked him to wash by hand. Still he pretended ignorance of my adultery. I was getting frustrated on his behaviour. His cuckoldry was becoming more evident. I made him to wash clothes and cook lunch while I proceeded with Prem for a movie. I was feeling sick in my mind. Prem wanted to feel me in movie hall. I avoided his touch and decided to maintain safe distance from him henceforth.
My resolution to avoid Prem started fading very fast as time progressed. All my frustration speared to my husband. He was only responsible for my entire plight. If he had been a man, I could avoid my humiliation at the hand of Prem. Exhausted, I slept with full of bitterness in mind.
***
Sunday morning, I observed him shaved off his chaste and under arm hairs again. The bitterness of night amplified many folds. When Prem resumed fondling and groping me, I did not object. My husband remained a silent spectator. A sudden spear of revenge engulfed my mind. When Prem proposed for marketing more sissy dress, I accepted immediately. After lunch I asked my husband to clean the rooms and prepare dinner. We first went to movie. Prem took advantage of darkness, I objected. I could preserve my pride. In shopping mall, Prem purchased panty for my husband and sexy nighty for me. Prem wanted to dress me in skimpy semi-transparent thigh length sexy nighty. He did not care for my objections. By the time we reached home, I was feeling sorry for my husband. He was toiling hard in job and in house to make me happy. God has deprived him of sexual stamina and endowment. I had no right to punish him. Grief took over me again.
***
This grief helped me to control my physical captivation till Wednesday. On Tuesday evening he shaved his hairs on legs. His behaviour was perplexing me. One side he was objecting sissy dress but continuing the same. Other side he wanted Prem to leave but not objecting his advances. Then the Saturday incident mystery remained unsolved. Prem claimed my husband accepted his cuckoldry fantasies though he did not exhibit expressively. However, his apparent behaviours indicated Prem was right. Coupled with my agonising sexual desire, I was utterly frustrated.That night I applied ointment over Manus shaven skins and advised to shave after wetting the skin.
***
My physical uneasiness started building up day by day. On Wednesday, Prem went to Gowri straight after office hours. When he returned at night, I failed to resist his advances. I succumbed to my compelling desire of body heat. Prem ignited and then quenched fire of my body. I came back to my husband with maligned body and injured mind.
***
Next day also, Prem was to return in midnight after meeting Gowri. There was possibility for our union in the dead night. I was afraid of my husband discovering me. I made another mistake. I mixed sleeping pill in tea for my husband. Prem forced me on his return. I again submitted to him. He could satisfy two women within a span of few hours. My husband was not able to perform even once in a week!
I was intervened by Jaya, “Henceforth, you continued mixing steeping pills with Manu’s beverages?”
I answered, “Nor every day, but very often. Whenever I observed him very frustrated, I continued mixing the same in his beverages till my shifting to Prem.”
She asked again, “At what time you were taking pills?”
“Normally I used to take after lunch.”
“OK, please continue.”
***
Friday also Prem was destined to visit Gowri after office hours. My physical uneasiness was growing up after lunch when my husband phoned. He desired to come back early. I asked him to come early. I changed into a sexy nighty to surprise him. On sound of calling bell, I opened the door to get surprised myself. Prem was standing. He grinned seeing me in seductive dress. Even before I could come out of my bewilderment, he closed the door and forced me to his bed. My husband was expected anytime. I did not want him face the embarrassment; I did not want me to face the embarrassment. He was aware of my sleeping with Prem on last Friday. Present situation was entirely different. I called him, I wanted him to come. My sleeping with Prem in present situation would send total wrong message. I could not do that. Perplexed, I asked Prem to leave, I confessed about my husband’s early return.
I was not prepared for next. Prem grinned slyly. He messaged my husband for bringing non-veg from Mughlai restaurant. Then he opened his album to retrieve some photos.With a crooked smile, he chuckled, “Kavi, look at these. How about sending these photos to your parents and in-laws?” I remained speechless looking at the photos in horror. They were my college days snaps in scanty clothed with Prem. The photos I did believe were destroyed reappeared in his album magically.
He got up and hissed raucously, “If Manu comes before my arrival without my non-veg snacks, send him back.” He looked filthy at me and added after a pause, “Don’t change the dress. You are looking like a SEXY BITCH! I will be back in right time” and walked out of the flat slamming the main door behind.
Prem blackmailed me. He squandered me. He reduced me to asses. ‘What should I do now? Should I go to security officer and complain? I had no proof of his blackmailing. Seeing me approaching security officer, if he sends these photos to my parents and in-law? I will have no option left but to commit suicide. Oh! My God, what have I done? ‘
I immersed into all possible probable without any workable solutions. When my husband pressed the bell, I walked bewildered to open the door.I had to send him back to fetch non-veg for Prem. Heartbroken, dejected he exited and Prem returned jubilant. Prem continued feasting on my body. I heard the continuous ringing of doorbell announcing return of my husband. Prem did not stop. He did not give me respite. My intimidated mind accepted every order of Prem meekly. I was afraid of pride. I was afraid of my past getting exposed. I was afraid of society. I was afraid of my life. Prem started manipulating me to his carnal pleasure.I continued to submit myself helplessly under his paws.
That evening Prem sent me to kitchen before proceeding to let him in. I was afraid of him. I was afraid thinking he would turn violent throwing me out of house, or at least would slap me. Nothing of that sorts happened. What happened bewildered me further. I observed slavery of my husband. Prem had made him slave. He served food to Prem. Prem made him wait for his turn as a servant. Prem was now master of me as well as of my husband. The reason of my slavery was blatant blackmailing. What could be the reason of his slavery? Cuckoldry? I did not require wait too long to get my answer. Very shortly, the reasons of his slavery were clear to me, though it came in a hard way.
***
Kavita
In the morning of the day of Prem’s arrival, I visited parlour. I dressed in seductive way in light blue chiffon sari and low cut black sleeveless blouse. Sari tied below naval, red lipstick on lips and gajra on hair must have turned me into sex goddess. My husband’s expression suggested so. My both objectives, creating jealousy in him and seducing Prem were on fly simultaneously. In the station, sensing his growing insecurity, I handed him my ladies hand bag to carry while I took Prem’s travel bag. He was embarrassed. I felt happy seeing my plan working. Another opportunity came on the return journey from station. I took pillion seat of his bike under pretext of guidance. Bike ride was short duration but good enough for me to seduce Prem. He was waiting for entering into the house.
The moment we entered our apartment, Prem tried to kiss me.
I averted his kiss. Pushing him I scorned, “Behave like a man Prem. This is unwarranted. I’m someone’s wife”
“Come on Kavi, I was your boyfriend. How does it matter in simple innocuous friendly kiss?”
“It matters. I agree, you were my boyfriend, but now ex-boyfriend.”
“It’s all same. Boyfriend or ex-boyfriend, I find no difference.”
“There are a lot of difference between boyfriend and ex-boyfriend, Prem. One is present and the other is past. Its better you limit yourself as ex-boyfriend.”
“Does your husband know that I am your boyfriend?”
“Not boyfriend Prem, ex-boyfriend. No, he does not have this knowledge. I think, he may not be interested in knowing also.”
“Is there any chance to delete ex from ex-boyfriend.”
“Try your luck. “
“So, there are some chances, I presume.”
“May be. But behave like a man. Win me from my husband, if you have courage.”
Prem suddenly got energized and stepped forward to hold my hand. I got my hand released and scorned him again, “This is cowardice Prem. Try to win me from front, not from back. Spineless behaviour does not suit you.”
Prem resigned, “I don’t understand you, Kavi. One side you are giving hope to try my luck but other side you don’t want me to proceed. This is contradictory.”
“There is no contradiction. Try your luck in presence of my husband. But remember, you will be risking yourself to get vacated.”
“You are creating opportunities, so that you can slap me in presence of your husband. This is not fair, Kavi”
“Then, what is fair as per you, Prem? Do I have to allow your physical strength to beat me and my husband? I know, you maintain a good physic”
“You are incorrigible, Kavi. Nothing sort of like that. Only I seek your cooperation to seduce you.”
“My God! Very interesting, Prem. Can you elaborate this cooperation?”
“Yeah! To try my luck, I may touch you sometimes. Simple touches. You must be sporting.”
“Done! Simple touches only.But one condition. Once I object, may be by gesture or verbal, you must show restraint. Any undue lapses and be prepared for the worst.””
“Accepted. Now let me kiss you on our mutual agreement.”
“Sorry Prem, you have not earned that yet. I may reward you with a kiss depending on your performance on wooing me from my husband. Never try to do reverse.”
“You are hard nut to crack, Kavi. At least be considerate to give me some reward for being sober.”
“Are you considering any specific reward? I may consider your case, if eligible.
“You know my choice. No point of pestering you. At least, let me smell your Gajra from near proximity.”
“Impressive move Prem. I find good prospect in your luck. But sorry, not able to grant you privilege. Instead I will reward you with your wish differently which you may appreciate more.
I proceeded to Guest room. Prem followed me curiously.
“This is your room Prem for your stay in our house. Be comfortable.” Then I plucked some flower from my Gajra and placed them beside pillow. I giggled, “How do you like the reward? Hope, this will help you remember me whole night and keep your hopes alive.” And I moved to balcony to trace my husband’s arrival.
Prem was ecstatic, “Marvellous Kavi, you are incomparable. I could never think of a better reward. Now, I can smell you with jasmine even in my dreams.” Prem followed me to balcony continuing his praise. “Thank you for your generosity. Only drawback is it would fade away. Is there any possibility of replenishing it regularly?”
“Prayer granted. If I have access, you will get replacement.”
“May I help you to get rewarded regularly?”
“Sorry Prem, not acceptable. I accept Gajra only from my love, my husband.”
“Do you love your husband so much?”
“Do you think, I am staying with him since my marriage without loving him? I love him more than my life, Prem. What made you doubt on this?”
“Why do you then allow me to seduce you?
“May be, because of your fervent desire to be my boyfriend again or may be to ascertain your wooing skills. You continue trying your luck. But always remember, my love will never change irrespective of your success or failure.”
Things progressed as planned. I started towelling Prem after his morning workout session. I started teasing my husband to demoralise indicating my intimacy with Prem. Prem continued wooing me utilising every opportunity with simple touches. I continued rewarding Prem with jasmine flowers.Observing my husband’s growing insecurity. I was happy. I was happy with the progress of my plan working, except my growing tiredness.
Jaya Intervened, “Noticing your sudden tiredness, you could have consulted doctor.”
I presumed; the towelling work was making me tired. I was not habituated on such activities. Still, I consulted the doctor.
***
On Thursday, I noticeably sensed some discomfort in my body. Post lunch, I consulted the doctor who prescribed me contraceptive pills. I was taking the pills for the second time. On earlier occasion, I had consumed only for two months, immediately after my marriage.Possible side effects were not much known to me. On my complaint, doctor inquired about any change in my daily working schedule. I accepted my increased workload.She counseled me not be worried. She explained me details. The pills were hormone based and will change hormone level in my body to suppress ovulation, which normally occurs two weeks prior to onset of period. Pregnancy is avoided by postponing ovulation and stopping the sperms at cervix, not allowing travelling to fallopian tube. She attributed my discomforts to the change in hormone levels and assured of getting stabilized in few days. Over next week, on each passing day, my discomfort level increased. I was becoming hornier. I was craving for sex. I was looking for a release. I did try my best to arouse my husband repeatedly without any success. Prem’s touches were generating fire in my body. Still I had sufficient control protecting my resolve.
***
Then the first major incident happened which swept away all my plans and put our lives out of gear from which we could never re-bounce. It was Saturday of same week. My husband had half day. I went for a movie with Prem. When we were back around noon, we observed him in panicky, coming out of Prem’s room. Visibly embarrassed he averted my questions.
Later we went out for a late lunch. On return, we retired in bed for a quick nap. He slept immediately, visibly tired. I could sense a strange discomfort in my body longing for sexual union. As the time passed, the restlessness increased. I could feel the accumulated moisture in my private. I was struggling with my lust. I consoled myself considering it as a temporary surge out of my long-suppressed sexuality. I did not know the reason of restlessness that time. Now, I know it was the effect of sex drug. Finally, I came out of my bedroom, and joined Prem in balcony for casual discussion.
Prem indicated, my husband was a sissy cuckold. I could not believe. I did not believe. There was no reason for me believe. I had seen him for four years. Not on a single instance I had found anything abnormal to suspect.
Prem was confident. “Manu will enjoy my advancement over you. Being a cuckold, he derives immense pleasure seeing his wife with an alpha man. Apparently, he may show some displeasure, which is not true reflection of his mind. He will never show any restraint to stop it. Once his initial inhibitions go, he will actively encourage you or even may participate also.”Then he continued, “Remember the 2nd day of my arrival. I lifted you in my arms. He did not object. The very next day, you were towelling me. I was in my underwear with a huge bulge. He pretended not having seen. Actually, he was enjoying.”
I did not agree to him but, could not object. I had already witnessed my husband not objecting Prem’s advancement. These revelations did not have much significance in my life. Prem would be leaving once my goal was reached. He was never going to interfere in my life. I avoided unnecessary altercation with him. I knew, he was stubborn and sometimes talked nonsense. Observing my silence Prem further stressed, “Cuckold is basically slave to his wife and her paramour. He will be ready to serve you and me. He will perform all duties as you desire. He will towel me in the morning, if you desire him to do it.”
I objected this time. I knew he was deadly against towelling Prem. I challenged him to make my husband agree towelling him. Prem accepted the challenge for a reward with a kiss on his dick. I rejected immediately. He did always fascine of my lips on his dick. Observing my resistance, he modified his proposal.He proposed for my lips laden with red lipstick above his underwear. He instigated me further stating that my love was hollow and I was afraid of discovering the truth as by knowing the truth I would desert my husband. My husband would never agree to towel. First, he did not like Prem and second, he was a late riser. He was against any sort of physical exercises.He was an idol of laziness, especially when it calls for early rising. Also I had belief on my love and myself. I did fell in his trap. I put condition that Prem would towel himself on losing. Prem agreed. I agreed to kiss with a barrier.
Jubilant, Prem announced, “I will win challenge.” Then he added carefully, “Manu is on the verge of transformation. He is suffering in fear of being exposed. His mind is filled with lot of doubt and anxiety. Naturally, he is skeptical about you and society. He needs little persuasion and encouragement. I can fill the gap as catalyst.”
“How?”
“Give me some space to talk to Manu personally, may be tomorrow morning after breakfast.”
Abruptly we had to curtail our discussion. My husband was calling me. We were so engrossed; we even forgot to switch on the light. He appeared on the doorway. It was an uncomfortable moment for me. Luckily, he did not question. Contrarily, he made some silly jokes. I could not enjoy his jokes.In aghast, I started thinking, Prem may be right. My husband may have cuckold tendencies. I actually had witnessed him staring at the hunks while staying at US. I should not have accepted his challenge.
***
Sunday morning, Prem had private discussion with my husband after breakfast, when I went for groceries.
I returned with groceries. What transpired between them I could not guess? I observed some changes in my husband. He was ready to help in every aspect spontaneously. While he was busy in shifting the bags to kitchen, I sat on sofa to catch some rest. Prem occupied my left. He placed his hand on my waist and whispered in low voice, “I have made some inroads to bring him out of his shell. But as I have pointed out, he needs encouragement from you. Your adverse behaviour can put him back into shell again.” My husband smiled while fetching the car key from me to collect remaining groceries from car. He did not object to Prem’s advancement. Prem’s theory started working in my brain.
Prem took liberty on my body. He put his hand over my shoulder and seeing my husband on the threshold of main door he did something unthinkable. He touched my right breast. He removed his hand on my objection but kept it on my shoulder. On return my husband must have observed Prem’s hand on my shoulder. I did not find any dissidence in his behaviour. Prem’s theory was reinforcing in my brain. Soon he retired to bed.
I was tired of physical and mental exhaustion. I had no energy left for cooking food. I happily accepted Prem’s offer of outside lunch.During lunch Prem explained me the details of his morning discussion. “Manu is excited imagining me as your paramour. He desires to be a sissy cuckold. Out of shame, he is not able to accept. He also desires to see his wife in skimpy sexy dressing. Even, he had accepted his desire to see his wife with me. Actually, he did enjoy my fondling to his wife. He is ready for extending his service in all household activities. He will readily accept towelling work in the morning, though he may not accept his cuckold fantasy openly, in the beginning. When I proposed to gift him some sissy clothing, he was enthusiastic. But he was appeared deeply concerned about your attitude. Manu had actually requested me not to reveal the truth to you.”
Prem concluded the discussion, “I have promised Manu to keep it secret from you. Now it’s up to you to decide.” I was surprised in the development.
On the way back, I packed lunch for him. Back home he was in sound sleep. Feeling uncomfortable, I changed into sari to get a quick nap. Saturday afternoon repeated. Again, I could sense a strange discomfort in my body, adesire for sexual union. As the time passed, the restlessness increased. Again I sensed accumulation of moisture.Again, I consoled myself considering it as a temporary surge out of my long-suppressedsexuality.Again, I exited bedroom to join Prem in balcony for a discussion.
He encouraged me, “Ask Manu to towel me. I am confident, he will accept without any protest.”
My husband was having late lunch, when I asked him, "Prem tells me you offered to help me out in towelling him after his exercises."
He readily accepted without any hesitation, as described by Prem. Only a few days back, he did propose to send Prem to gym. He was even prepared to bear the cost. It appeared, I had lost the challenge to Prem. Later after dinner, he occupied single-seater sofa 'vacating' the double-seater sofa for us. Seating beside me Prem advanced further. He openly fondled my belly, my husband did not object. To ensure and clear the doubt, I asked him in our privacy in bed, “So what did you and Prem talk about?"
To my dismay, he informed that he had talked about his helping me in general around the house, not merely about that particular activity of towelling. Prem’s theory on my husband started corroborating in my brain.
***
Monday morning, my husband towelled Prem. I fulfilled my promise in the intervening period, when he went to bath. Afternoon, I received a call from Prem for helping him in purchases. He wanted to gift us as atoken of gratitude. After knowing my husband’s size, he straight way headed for women’s section. He started selecting women’s pyjama sets. Seeing me frowning, he clarified again what he had discussed with my husband on previous day.
Confidently he declared, “Manu will enjoy wearing sissy dress. He has confided his fantasy in me. In the beginning, he may show some restraint out of shyness but ultimately he will adhere to sissy dress once his initial inhibition is over.”
Then he continued shopping for me. Again, I objected on his choice of dress. They were skimpy and revealing. Prem came out with explanation, “Manu had seen you in similar dresses in my album. He was praising your fashion consciousness. On my inquiry, he accepted his wanton desire to see you in similar dresses. Unfortunately, he does not have guts to ask you. Don’t you want him to be happy and fulfil his fantasies?”
I could remember the snaps Prem had taken in my college year. My dress was a bit courageously revealing but not skimpy. Objectionable snaps had been destroyed at my instance. Still I did not agree. Then he proposed to experiment. “Manu may not like you to wear these dresses in the beginning. He may express his disliking. But, I know, he will immensely enjoy. Try these for a few times and if you find Manu is not appreciating, discard them.” I meekly accepted his offer. Overwhelmed, he selected two sets short length skirt and blouse combination.
Back home, Prem handed over the gifts to my husband. I was busy in kitchen and called him for help after sometime. He appeared in pyjama sets. It was bewildering my brain. It appeared; I had never known him. I forgot to make a comparison with my changed behaviour. It did not appear in my mind that, I also never behaved lewdly with other man in presence of my husband.
***
Next day Prem came early from office at a time when I was struggling with my renewed sexuality. He convinced me to go for a rehearsal with skirt blouse before display to my husband. Prem had seen me in similar dresses earlier in college life. There was nothing much to object in his proposal. Once I changed into skirt blouse, he profusely praised my beauty. In the name of adjustment, he made soft touches. I was already under physical constraints. Sexual tensions were building inside me dangerously. I lost my mental resistance. Eventually, he started fondling me. I was getting aroused. I wetted my panties. I surrendered my body to him. He was touching, pinching, cupping me at all places. I was afraid he may forcefully take me to bed and make love. I concentrated on my resolve not to surrender. My excitement was building up dangerously. Just before my orgasm, he left me and went to his bedroom. I waited, but he did not come back. I was upset on my denial of orgasm.
Same night in privacy of our bedroom, my husband objected wearing sissy dress. I remembered Prem explaining about initial inhibitions. I told him to inform Prem and stop wearing. To my dismay and proving Prem correct, he continued wearing sissy dresses without further objection. Slowly the theory of his wimpy cuckoldry was resetting in my memory.
***
Next day, after lunch, I was reeling under sexual tension, as usual like previous day. Prem called me from office to check my availability in house as he wanted to return back early citing reasons of headache and body pain.I offered a body massage. He asked me to change into mini skirt and flowering blouse for his oil massage. I accepted. He continued his fondling while I massaged him. Soon front knot of my blouse was unknotted. He was enjoying my breasts unhindered. His touches on my nipples were sending electric current in my body. Again, I was on the verge of orgasm. When bell rang, I ignored. Then my husband phoned informing that he was waiting outside.I was annoyed and embarrassed. I opened the door in shame in my abysmal seductive dress. To cover up, I informed Prem had come early for body pain. I was expecting a sharp slap. My embarrassment was not over. Prem shouted, "Kavi, are you coming?" He did not protest. I looked at his eyes. He downed his eyes in apparent approval. I moved back to Prem’s room to continue massaging. Prem suggested that, my husband needs encouragement. Prem made me to call him to get replacement of some wormed oil and he obliged. Painfully I started accepting Prem’s theory. Prem continued touching me while praising my expertise in massaging in presence of my husband. He did not show any restraint.
Prem made next move. “Kavi, allow me some time with Manu. He needs further encouragement. You go ahead to get non-veg for me from the Mughlai restaurant. In the meantime, I will discuss with Manu about his enjoyment and next steps. If he appreciates your present dressing, you change over to same again.”
After a short while, while giving tea to him, I vaguely tried to reason that Prem got cramp and I only suggested oil massage. He tried to pinch my belly.Was He aroused seeing me with Prem.? Most probably yes, Prem was right. My husband has cuckold tendencies, I concluded. I suggested for night, changed dress for getting non-veg for Prem. He was ready for help and I suggested him to make chapattis. When I was back from restaurant, he had shaved and dressed in pyjama blouse.I could not dis-agree with Prem. Prem was right.
Prem signalled me on his approval on my provocative dress. I changed into earlier dress while they were taking food. Later after dinner Prem fondled me right in front of him sitting in sofa. I was wetted to soak my panty. Prem asked me join him after removing Panty. I was in peak of my sexual tension. I was ready to anything to get a release. I joined Prem in sofa after removing my panty. He continued fondling me in front of Manu to wet my skirt. He was touching my privates. I lost all my resistances. He could have taken me to his bed. He could have copulated right on the sofa. Bringing me at peak of excitement, he left for sleeping. He left me in my utter frustration. He was not giving me the sexual relief I needed at that hour. In bed my husband appreciated my dress. Prem was right. Prem had predicted that, he would appreciate my revealing dress. He would enjoy seeing me with Prem. Prem’s prediction was correct.
***
Next day Prem again came early, I changed into skirt blouse, he fondled me to excite to the peak. Then abruptly left me in the peak and went for Gowri. He had planned to deflower Gowri that night. He informed me about his late night return. I got jealous. He was constantly humiliating my womanhood. He had gone for deflowering another woman leaving me unsatisfied. I was feeling degraded, neglected.
I was excited and when in bed my husband initiated foreplay. I encouraged him. I badly needed release of my sexual tension. But he got off when Prem phoned me.
In night Prem returned and continued his insane activities to increase my frustration. He denied my orgasm. He refused release of my accumulated stress. The frustration within me was building up to abnormal level. I was collapsing internally.
***
Prem continued tormenting me on Friday also. He made me dressed in black mini skirt and red tank top. He fondled me to soak my panties. When I was looking forward for hard sex, he abruptly asked me to take bath and get ready for dinner outside. I was getting frustrated without sexual release. I was getting ready when my husband came back from office. Prem informed that dinner outside is cancelled and my husband will get the parcel. I became happy on the prospect of long due sexual release. I dressed back in black mini skirt and red tank top.
Prem continued exciting me sitting on sofa once my husband departed. We kept TV on. Prem did not initiate sex, rather continued fondling me to frustration. Again he brought me on the verge of orgasm and left. He walked back to his room. This time I followed him to his bedroom. I begged him for sex. I begged him to take me. Prem was happy. He fulfilled my desire. He penetrated me only after ensuring my husband’s return. He compelled me squealing loudly to be heard from outside. He ensured my submission to be known to my husband. He put down flame of my body. I cheated on my husband for the first time after marriage.
My physical stress got relieved increasing my mental tension. Prem forced me to dress in same skirt blouse without undergarments. I helped my husband to come inside. I lied to him about seeing movie. I knew, he knew my betrayal, but he did not speak. I wanted him to confront me. I was giving him hints of my betrayal, he did not acknowledge. Night in bed, he was aroused. He was excited by listening me copulating with Prem. His cuckoldry cemented in my brain. I relieve him by hand and tasted his seamen. He slept soon but I could not. My brazen adultery kept me awake for long time. I soaked bins for Saturday’s breakfast.
***
Morning he towelled Prem. He discovered my undergarments as testimony of Friday’s betrayal. Seeing him washing my undergarments in washing machine, I humiliated him and asked him to wash by hand. Still he pretended ignorance of my adultery. I was getting frustrated on his behaviour. His cuckoldry was becoming more evident. I made him to wash clothes and cook lunch while I proceeded with Prem for a movie. I was feeling sick in my mind. Prem wanted to feel me in movie hall. I avoided his touch and decided to maintain safe distance from him henceforth.
My resolution to avoid Prem started fading very fast as time progressed. All my frustration speared to my husband. He was only responsible for my entire plight. If he had been a man, I could avoid my humiliation at the hand of Prem. Exhausted, I slept with full of bitterness in mind.
***
Sunday morning, I observed him shaved off his chaste and under arm hairs again. The bitterness of night amplified many folds. When Prem resumed fondling and groping me, I did not object. My husband remained a silent spectator. A sudden spear of revenge engulfed my mind. When Prem proposed for marketing more sissy dress, I accepted immediately. After lunch I asked my husband to clean the rooms and prepare dinner. We first went to movie. Prem took advantage of darkness, I objected. I could preserve my pride. In shopping mall, Prem purchased panty for my husband and sexy nighty for me. Prem wanted to dress me in skimpy semi-transparent thigh length sexy nighty. He did not care for my objections. By the time we reached home, I was feeling sorry for my husband. He was toiling hard in job and in house to make me happy. God has deprived him of sexual stamina and endowment. I had no right to punish him. Grief took over me again.
***
This grief helped me to control my physical captivation till Wednesday. On Tuesday evening he shaved his hairs on legs. His behaviour was perplexing me. One side he was objecting sissy dress but continuing the same. Other side he wanted Prem to leave but not objecting his advances. Then the Saturday incident mystery remained unsolved. Prem claimed my husband accepted his cuckoldry fantasies though he did not exhibit expressively. However, his apparent behaviours indicated Prem was right. Coupled with my agonising sexual desire, I was utterly frustrated.That night I applied ointment over Manus shaven skins and advised to shave after wetting the skin.
***
My physical uneasiness started building up day by day. On Wednesday, Prem went to Gowri straight after office hours. When he returned at night, I failed to resist his advances. I succumbed to my compelling desire of body heat. Prem ignited and then quenched fire of my body. I came back to my husband with maligned body and injured mind.
***
Next day also, Prem was to return in midnight after meeting Gowri. There was possibility for our union in the dead night. I was afraid of my husband discovering me. I made another mistake. I mixed sleeping pill in tea for my husband. Prem forced me on his return. I again submitted to him. He could satisfy two women within a span of few hours. My husband was not able to perform even once in a week!
I was intervened by Jaya, “Henceforth, you continued mixing steeping pills with Manu’s beverages?”
I answered, “Nor every day, but very often. Whenever I observed him very frustrated, I continued mixing the same in his beverages till my shifting to Prem.”
She asked again, “At what time you were taking pills?”
“Normally I used to take after lunch.”
“OK, please continue.”
***
Friday also Prem was destined to visit Gowri after office hours. My physical uneasiness was growing up after lunch when my husband phoned. He desired to come back early. I asked him to come early. I changed into a sexy nighty to surprise him. On sound of calling bell, I opened the door to get surprised myself. Prem was standing. He grinned seeing me in seductive dress. Even before I could come out of my bewilderment, he closed the door and forced me to his bed. My husband was expected anytime. I did not want him face the embarrassment; I did not want me to face the embarrassment. He was aware of my sleeping with Prem on last Friday. Present situation was entirely different. I called him, I wanted him to come. My sleeping with Prem in present situation would send total wrong message. I could not do that. Perplexed, I asked Prem to leave, I confessed about my husband’s early return.
I was not prepared for next. Prem grinned slyly. He messaged my husband for bringing non-veg from Mughlai restaurant. Then he opened his album to retrieve some photos.With a crooked smile, he chuckled, “Kavi, look at these. How about sending these photos to your parents and in-laws?” I remained speechless looking at the photos in horror. They were my college days snaps in scanty clothed with Prem. The photos I did believe were destroyed reappeared in his album magically.
He got up and hissed raucously, “If Manu comes before my arrival without my non-veg snacks, send him back.” He looked filthy at me and added after a pause, “Don’t change the dress. You are looking like a SEXY BITCH! I will be back in right time” and walked out of the flat slamming the main door behind.
Prem blackmailed me. He squandered me. He reduced me to asses. ‘What should I do now? Should I go to security officer and complain? I had no proof of his blackmailing. Seeing me approaching security officer, if he sends these photos to my parents and in-law? I will have no option left but to commit suicide. Oh! My God, what have I done? ‘
I immersed into all possible probable without any workable solutions. When my husband pressed the bell, I walked bewildered to open the door.I had to send him back to fetch non-veg for Prem. Heartbroken, dejected he exited and Prem returned jubilant. Prem continued feasting on my body. I heard the continuous ringing of doorbell announcing return of my husband. Prem did not stop. He did not give me respite. My intimidated mind accepted every order of Prem meekly. I was afraid of pride. I was afraid of my past getting exposed. I was afraid of society. I was afraid of my life. Prem started manipulating me to his carnal pleasure.I continued to submit myself helplessly under his paws.
That evening Prem sent me to kitchen before proceeding to let him in. I was afraid of him. I was afraid thinking he would turn violent throwing me out of house, or at least would slap me. Nothing of that sorts happened. What happened bewildered me further. I observed slavery of my husband. Prem had made him slave. He served food to Prem. Prem made him wait for his turn as a servant. Prem was now master of me as well as of my husband. The reason of my slavery was blatant blackmailing. What could be the reason of his slavery? Cuckoldry? I did not require wait too long to get my answer. Very shortly, the reasons of his slavery were clear to me, though it came in a hard way.
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