Adultery A Cuckold by Birth

[Darksam]

"Is it feeling good?" she asked, breaking the kiss.


"Imagine how good your Uncle's would feel?" she said and latched onto my lips again. I was shocked to hear her say that. Although I enjoyed what she did to me, at no point I felt a need to ever experience such a sex with a man. In fact, it was rather repulsive.

Nishma continued kissing me. It took me few more moments to sputter semen from my penis. Nishma let me recover and peeped inside. They were done by then to. Uncle was lying next to her as she recovered from his onslaught.

Nishma soon pulled me to the bed. She carefully covered the keyhole with a towel and pushed me back on the bed. Without much ado, she directly took my spent penis in her mouth and licked remaining semen into her mouth. She threw away her gloves and quickly latched onto my lips. She forcefully kissed me and pushed her tongue into my mouth. I tasted my own semen and to a certain extent understood the bitter taste I had tasted on her tongue earlier.

"My pussy is on fire, come on lick me," she said as she straddled my face soon after. Her pussy was soaking wet and gobs of her juices descended into my mouth. Her pussy was so flared up that it just seemed she had been fucked. Soon I learned that a sexually excited woman would have such signs. Nishma was incredibly worked up. She was moaning incessantly within a few moments. Her pelvis exerted immense pressure on my lips but it felt like heaven. It took a few more moments for her to quieten as she came crashing down with her orgasm.

"Oh god," she exhaled loudly and lifted her pelvis, giving me more breathing room.

"Your tongue feels surreal Adwait," she said looking down at me. Her face was beaming with the satisfaction she received from my servile act. Although she had relieved me earlier the acts weren't exactly equivalent.

"Make tender love now," she encouraged me, looking into my eyes lovingly.

"Acquaint yourself with those lips," she said.

Her lips were beautiful. Even though she had more of a wheatish complexion her lips themselves were deep red in color but not black or dark as was the case with some women. The slit itself was tiny and apart from the red color it was hard to trace in the thick black bush surrounding it. Nishma was relishing my languid movement of tongue as I tried to get familiar with the terrain. There was no way it would look the same a month from now, after she had mated with my Uncle I thought. I tried to keep the current image of her pussy in my mind.

She made small talk for the next ten minutes or as I ate her. Most of it was about the new reality she wanted me to imagine. The reality in which my disgusting Uncle would consummate our marriage with Nishma and proceed to impregnate her.

Soon we heard the creaking sound of the bed once again. Nishma hurriedly proceeded to our secret spot and peeped inside. She beckoned me. I saw her caressing her pussy as she excitedly peeked inside. When I peeped inside, I realized that Uncle was stroking her once again. My sister-in-law was moaning audibly and was confessing her love for him. She was kissing him passionately between her groans and moans. I noticed from the corner of other eye, Nishma was mildly fingering her pussy. Nishma pushed me aside and peeped inside excitedly.

She whispered, "how much I wish he was mounting me instead of her." Her middle finger was fully inside her pussy. We witnessed the amorous love making for another half hour or so. A good part of it Uncle was fucking her. She eventually climbed on top of him to continue the action while giving him some respite. It ended with him on top once again. It didn't take much longer after that and he collapsed on top of her releasing his semen inside her pussy again. She held onto him by crossing her legs over his thighs and pulling him in with her hand. Her languid kisses confirmed that this was an act of making love - something primal - with a real purpose behind it.

"Come," Nishma said and lead me to the bed again. We both were practically naked from the waist down. My penis had shrunk to its usual size. She sat right next to me and leaned to kiss me. Her breath still had the excitement I had sensed earlier. Her hand fondled my penis. She looked at it lovingly.

"My pussy is on fire," she quipped and looked at me briefly.

"We could consummate our marriage, you know," she said seductively and looked into my eyes. Our lips met once again and we kissed intensely. My penis started inflating back to the required size. Still she held it between her thumb and index finger; stroking it gently.

"But that would be end of a tradition as we know it," she added breaking the kiss. She had a seductive smile and even perhaps a grin. Maybe it was my mind but she had me under her thumb now. For the next five years, I couldn't complain even if she put me through the toughest ordeal of my life.

"You know," she continued, realizing that I wasn't keen on breaking the tradition, "we both are special in some ways."

"You mean about the tradition?"

"Both your mother and mine have abjectly rejected the tradition and refused to comply," she said.

"They refused to believe it but even more importantly they refused to abide by it."

"But you said that they did follow it," I replied.

"Yes but much later - the tradition required for the daughter-in-law's to mate with the identified alpha male for the family before she sleeps with her husband."

"The daughter-in-law's responsibility is to conceive the first child from the alpha male."

"For generations this has been going on but in some of the recent generations this may not have been followed as diligently."

"So," she said taking a deep breath, "since we both have a special purpose - correcting the mistakes our parents committed."

"Are you listening?" she asked. My pecker was fully taut now. She stroked it gently and kissed on my neck.

"You are lucky Adwait," she whispered into my ear.

"There are two alpha males who are willing to mount your wife and help you fulfill your destiny."

Her words shook me; even my penis jerked all by itself. There was lust in her eyes as she leaned forward and kissed me. Next she held me lovingly from behind and stroked me until I ejaculated. We didn't speak much after that and silently left from that room.

There were several revelations that day. I learned how innocent my cousin's wife was and how supremely capable my Uncle was. It was the first time I witnessed lovemaking of a man and a woman. Until then I had seen it only in porn movies, if you could call that love making. I was intensely aroused by Nishma's actions and the activity in the other room. Contrary to my conventional view of love making lasting not more than 10-15 minutes, the episode between my sister-in-law and Uncle spanning a good 2 hours was enlightening. It introduced me to the special privilege that nature had granted only to women - the ability to entertain multiple men and the ability to orgasm multiple times. Finally, Nishma's confession about the second alpha male from her own family brought forth another mystery; now that the first one was solved.

Nishma and I spoke more about the other alpha male next week. He was her brother-in-law who had married her cousin sister. Her cousin sister was her actual sister but she was adopted by very close relatives soon after her birth. Her sister's name was Reshma and her brother-in-law - the chosen alpha for her family - was Ratan. Reshma was 6 years elder to her and Ratan was 10 years elder to Reshma. Uncle was 44 or so and so her other alpha was a little younger. Ratan had been bedding their mother for over two decades. At times they both heard the moans of their mother when he mated with her. After Ratan married Reshma a special chemistry developed between him and Nishma as well. Although neither of the sister's really liked him as a person but when it came to sex they would gladly surrender themselves to him. Reshma ended up marrying him due to some reasons that Nishma wasn't comfortable in sharing. Nishma kept herself shielded from him but it was clear to her that if this tradition ever walked into her life again then she would gladly opt him as her alpha male. Nishma had decided that he would be her first but Uncle wouldn't be too far behind.

The following Friday evening, there was a private ceremony at Nishma's place. Due to the nature of the occasion and that such parallel ceremonies happened at groom's place as well, it was not usual to invite the groom's family. However, Nishma invited me saying that she wanted to introduce me to her other alpha. Just like the last time, Nishma encouraged me to not masturbate that week to make it even more exciting.

The occasion was meant for very close members of the family and still there were perhaps fifty people or so at their home. Nishma met after an hour or so. She looked gorgeous in her traditional red Salwar that striked a delicate balance between traditional and modern design. The soft cloth clung to her body and highlighted her shapely body and yet the design of dress didn't stray far from acceptable norms. Once again my eyes were on her breasts that looked so ripe. As usual, she was not wearing any special makeup, something that attracted me towards her immensely. Nishma caught up me after greeting all the guests. There was constant attention on us, so she made small talk. Her face was beaming, her eyes so beautiful and her lips extremely alluring.

"You are looking gorgeous," I whispered. She looked around and stealing a glance, gave me her lovely smile.

"Are you looking for him?" she asked, looking around.

"Sort of," I responded, evading her eyes.

"They should be here any moment," she replied, "but I need to get ready for the occasion."

"Maybe I should change now," she whispered and without much warning left. I sensed that perhaps her brother-in-law was here or was on his way. I watched the gate with unabated breath for another half-hour or so. A lot of folks made excursions and I was interrupted as Nishma's parents wanted to introduce them to me. Finally, I noticed a heavily pregnant lady enter the party. I knew that her sister was pregnant with her third child. Two small kids were following her. The elder one was perhaps 4-5 years old and the next one perhaps 2-3 years old. Both were boys and it just seemed as if the exhausted mother was making her younger one walk after entering the gate. She had pale white complexion and was considerably thinner and shorter than Nishma. She stood perhaps 5' 1" or 5' 2" and barring her pregnant belly was quite frail. Her face had a little bit of chubbiness but much less than one would anticipate in her pregnant state. She had big, beautiful eyes and pink lips. The more I looked at her the more I was attracted to her beauty. She just seemed like the beautiful woman that I should have been getting married to. She was everything that Nishma was and perhaps seemed a little bit prettier than even Nishma but wasn't as tall as Nishma. True, Nishma's junoesque physique had an entirely different charm that I simply could not ignore but her sister seemed more of an appropriate partner for me.

And then within a few minutes after her I noticed a tall, overweight middle aged man walked in. He stood next to the pregnant lady and conversed with her briefly before leaving her and walking towards the table where most men had gathered. Physically he was strongly built; perhaps was 6' 2" or 6' 3". His complexion was rather dark, which even reflected in the wheatish complexion of both the kids. Although, their complexion was much closer to mother's complexion than their fathers. His thick mustache adorned his manly face. He wasn't bad looking but rather much darker for our taste.

The age difference between him and Nishma's sister showed up quite prominently even when the stark difference between their builds and complexion were competing quite intensively. I imagined how this alpha male fared against my Uncle. If Uncle was well-endowed then he had to be huge. Even a person of Nishma's physique would struggle to accommodate him. I imagined his penis to be at least 25% longer and thicker than Uncle's. How her sister could handle a beast of his size was simply beyond my imagination. She was married to him for 8 years or so and within that period he had managed to sire 3 children. She conceived a child practically as soon as nature allowed her.

My pecker was taut the moment I realized how potent her second alpha looked. Nishma showed herself soon after that. She greeted her sister lovingly and the kids rushed to her and lead her inside the house. After a little while, the servant girl caught up with me and requested that Nishma wanted to see me. I had forgotten about having seen them. Nishma's sister was in her bedroom, comfortably leaning back on her bed. The younger one was sleeping right next to her; perhaps the elder one was playing outside. Reshma - her sister - intently looked at me. Nishma closed the door after telling the servant girl to not let anyone in. I couldn't quite understand what she had in mind.

"So you are the lucky one," she said trying to get up from the bed. Nishma scrambled forward to help her up. Her sister was laying back on the bed when we entered, trying to take some rest.

"Sit here," urged Nishma as I tried to sit towards southern end of the bed giving space for Nishma to sit closer to her.

"He is quite cute," remarked her sister to Nishma.

"Come closer," she ordered, after looking at me intently, sharing secret smiles with Nishma. I hesitantly scooted further towards her. I was sitting very close to her now; quite nervous about getting intimately close to her. She propped herself up bridging the distance between us even further. She exuded a mesmerizing aura; there was no nervousness on her part, if at all she looked a little amused.

"Nishma never told me about you," I started to break the ice. She cut me off immediately and instead continued to look at me. Her face showed strange fascination for me. She looked incredibly beautiful. Although she looked elder to Nishma, she didn't quite look her age and she definitely didn't look like a mother of two kids. Her flawless skin complexion with the pale white color and jet black hair tied neatly behind her head beckoned for more attention.

She had zero ounce of fat on her body, practically. Even though she was heavily pregnant neither her face nor her body showed any excess flab. The only difference between the two women was their body build. Apart from being taller, Nishma was also strongly built. Reshma was on the petite side while Nishma more on the curvy side. As I was lost in my thoughts her hand crept into my lap and gently fondled my bulge. There was only a moment of hesitation on my part and with little encouragement from Nishma, I kissed her sister. She parted her lips and kissed me. It was rather slow and deliberate.

"I have heard amazing things about this tongue," she quipped after breaking the kiss.

"Why don't you show me?" she said.

"Yes of course," Nisha responded as her hands were busy with pecker already while I was kissing her sister. I kissed her sister again and this time holding her confidently in my arms. I understood Nishma's relationship with her sister was anything but normal. Nishma necked me from behind whilst stroking my penis that she had fished out from my trousers. Nishma's sister leaned back slowly as we continued our kissing. Nishma moved to undo her sister's Salwar for me. I continued to kiss Nishma's sister passionately. Her lips and kissing was almost like Nishma's. Her breath was fresh and sweet. She led my hand to her puffed up breasts that were so soft and full. Once Nishma was done, she got rid of my trousers in a snap. The sight of her parted legs mesmerized me. Her tummy was huge with a few scar marks at the bottom of her belly and her legs were nice and shapely. Most important of all was her her pale white skin that caught my attention. Nishma was fair too but her sister could easily pass as a white female. As I instinctively got myself between her legs to pleasure her with my tongue, Nishma pushed a pillow below her butt to raise it up for my convenience.

The thought that I was indulging in a taboo was on my mind but her sister was simply irresistible. Besides it was clear that Nishma was already contemplating on taking Ratan as her lover. Nestled between her legs, I had a view of a real woman's pussy. Nishma's can only be termed as a young girl's pussy. Her sister's pussy was flared up with her hole quite visible. Her labia were deep pink. There was no doubt she was a woman who has been mated to a well endowed man. Without encouragement I pushed my tongue into her pussy and it entered inside with a surprising ease. And then I realized that my sudden change in fortune was as pernicious as I thought it would be. The strong bitter taste hit me and gobs of white fluid descended onto my tongue as I probed her opening. Behind me Nishma had taken my penis in her mouth as swirling her tongue around my knob. However, the awkward position of my penis - bent down and curled up between my legs - was causing a little bit of discomfort. I tried to turn sideways to offer a better position for her but she pushed on my bum and probed my anal opening with her tongue. And I suddenly found the conditions far more agreeable.

Nishma's sister flexed her pelvic muscles and pushed more and more of her husband's semen onto my tongue. She was continuously moaning as I licked her pussy and sucked out the remnants of her recent mating. On the southern end, Nishma continued to pleasure my anal opening. I was in heaven.

After about fifteen minutes of this, Nishma's sister urged me to mount her. Even though she was so heavily pregnant, she encouraged me to mount her in missionary position. Nishma propped her butt even further by shoving another pillow under her butt. Nishma locked her lips with mine as I started stroking. It was the first time I was having actual intercourse but I realized how ill-equipped I was in handling such a well-handled woman. The walls of her pussy loosely held my penis as an oversized condom would hug it. There was hardly any response from her sister, although Nishma was getting super excited and she started seriously fingering my anus. Due to the presence of her saliva, her finger slide in without any resistance. Due to the very little friction and almost no response from Nishma's sister, I kept on plodding. After about five minutes or so, she finally started showing signs of enjoying it. Nishma turned from simply seesawing to applying pressure at the most pleasurable spot. Despite Nishma's valiant efforts, I stroked her sister for another five minutes before cumming inside her. Beads of sweat had formed on her forehead by the time I finished with her.

Although I had climaxed my desire for Nishma's sister had not subsided. I started kissing her and she returned back the kisses with the same fervor. On the southern end, Nishma pulled out my penis and took it in her mouth licking all the juices of our mating. She was burdened with my weight so I rolled over and continued to kiss her while Nishma continued sucking on my penis that was losing its girth very fast. After just a minute or so, Nishma moved northwards and lay on top of me and pushed her tongue into my mouth. It was Nishma's sisters turn to feed on my shrunken penis. She gave it tentatively a few licks but then soon moved to my anus and tongued it. Nishma kissed me passionately and in the process transferred some of my semen into my mouth.

She smiled after breaking the kiss and asked, "How was your first time?"

I smiled. Nishma' sister was getting ready. Nishma herself wasn't undressed as the action was mostly between her sister and me. I too got up and dressed up quickly. Nishma and her sister were talking in private, giggling over something. Nishma's sister had captivated me. She was so beautiful and size-wise she just seemed like a perfect fit for me. She was quite short; perhaps 5' 1" or so with a pale complexion and more refined features - a sharp nose and pink red lips that were just wide enough for her face. She looked huge in her pregnant state but what enamored me was that there wasn't an ounce of fat on her body. Neither on her face, nor arms, nor her thighs. She just looked a traditional model even in her pregnant state. Her breasts were full and tad larger for her build. They were a little longer and droopy due to her build - providing a classic mango shape to them. She looked a quintessential woman, who has been mated with several hundred times and still in her prime to deliver several more children. Nishma on the other hand was younger; perhaps by 5-6 years. She was a woman with substantial frame - standing 5' 7" with wide shoulders and relatively wide hips. She had more of wheatish complexion - still very fair but not pale. Her features suited her frame but were not sharp; if at all they were a little broad. She looked gorgeous and certainly fitted the fantasies of men who dreamed of junoesque women. Everything about her was big. Her breasts looked reasonably sized for her frame but were actually bigger than her sister's already due to the difference in their frames. Her butt was already wider than mine and even though I didn't think she was fat or anywhere closer to being one. Needless to say that they both were highly desirable women.

Remember this is back in the times when televisions had just started rolling into affluent households and those were only turned on for few hours every evening, with nothing really exciting on it to watch. Both Nishma and her sister could have easily made it as an actress from a looks standpoint. Nishma, however, would have been more successful as men were besotted by taller women anyway.


Nishma reminded me of the yesteryear's Italian actresses who acted in famous Tinto Brass movies. These movies were not accessible in India but as things got liberalized I did see them later in life. Serena Grandi, Stefania Sandrelli, and even the contemporary actress Monica Bellucci perhaps should give you an image. Imagine how an Indian woman would look given their physique. In other words, Nishma was way above my league. Every time I made love to her or hugged her I had a feeling of immense pride and privilege. On the other hand, her sister made me feel at home. Her distended vagina did remind me of my inadequacies but still she never overpowered me - physically as well as mentally.

In a brazen move of confidence or over confidence, I stepped towards Nishma's sister and once again took her in my arms and planted my lips on her. She let me take in her arms with a little bit of awkwardness at first but later on hinted for Nishma to leave. Nishma slapped my butt playfully as she left us alone. There was sweltering chemistry between us that even Nishma at times felt jealous about. Reshma held me lovingly but we couldn't really hug each other tightly due to her pregnant belly.

"You love her don't you?" she asked breaking the kiss.

"Very much," I replied and kissed her on the neck.

"Nishma is very privileged to have you as her husband," she said, looking at the door.

"As much as she loves you," she said biting her lips, "there is simply no way she can be a one man woman."

"In the name of tradition, she has sucked you into this vortex," she added.

"The tradition is not a lie but a lot of it has died already - very little of it remains, if at all."

"We had a recourse you mean to say?" I asked, surprised with her admission.

She smiled, saying, "not with Nishma as your wife."

She caressed my cheeks with her hand and lovingly said, "Nishma will be a sexually promiscuous woman - I would worry about how to keep her occupied with as few men as possible."

"And who do you have in mind?" I asked a little hesitantly.

With a little bit of smirk and perhaps a sense of disappointment, she said, "My husband should keep her contained for a few years but ..."

"What?"

"You know he is a mean bastard and treats everyone like dirt - and with you he may just push the boundaries further."

"After all he would be mounting your wife on a regular basis and your wife revels in that fact!"

"More important point though is that he is a perpetual breeder," she said pointing to her belly.

"We haven't talked about starting a family?" I tried to mumble. She smiled and replied with a little bit of sarcasm, "you still have time."

"Not that it matters - the right to first breed the daughter-in-law was reserved for the alpha's."

"In fact, the husband wasn't even allowed to mate with his wife until she was sufficiently ravaged during her fertile period."

"Did you have to live through it?" I asked a little amazed with her passionate description.

"My husband himself was the alpha and even though it may sound strange during the fertile period after our marriage he mated with me 3-4 times every day for a week."

"While it may sound normal to you - it is not," she added, rather emphatically. Reshma had an uncanny sense of judging people pretty quickly. Among the two, Reshma was the smartest and politically savvy. Nishma was the obstinate child. Reshma chose the path of least resistance but Nishma paved her path quite literally and didn't give much credence to precedence or norms.

"In the beginning, it seemed that I was a total mismatch to him," she continued.

"He was so huge and often didn't indulge in foreplay, essentially making it difficult for me to enjoy. No matter how much it pained earlier on, eventually it only felt pleasurable."

"Nature found a way soon, as I would simply lubricate in anticipation of sex with him and trust me the fact that he was so larger than me made me enjoy it even more."

"A woman mated to a virile and a better endowed man right at the outset comes around to understanding her purpose in life."

"Surely, you don't believe that bearing children is the only purpose of women?"

"Absolutely not," she quickly retorted.

"Rather it is a necessity of life that demands an unjust share from a woman. So, it is only befitting that sexually she is completely satiated throughout her life."

"Men who can offer her such exquisite pleasure deserve the fruits of labour!"

"Most men - even at such a crucial, early stages don't have that much energy."

"But you think he can keep her occupied for a little while?"

"With what he possesses quite certainly but he is can be aloof at times and may ignore her from time to time."

"Perhaps having your Uncle fill in during that time is not a bad idea."

"Anyway she fancies him a lot."

I wasn't surprised with that. Nishma had told me abundantly how much she was smitten by him.

"She has a special fascination for elderly men," said Reshma, lowering her voice.

"Even your father may not be off limits," she said giggling.

"He is not her type though," she added, trying to clarify.

"Don't understand why," I casually remarked.

"Aren't they over the hump already?"

"Most are," she replied, stealing a smile, "but the gifted ones know how to treat a woman like Nishma and get the best out of her!"

"Look," she said as she separated herself from me, "we need to agree on some ground rules here."

"While we may have sex, she said, "sometimes - I don't want you to take things for granted," emphasizing the word "sometimes."

"What do you mean?"

"Like kissing me in front of Nishma after the act."

"It's a privilege," she said weighing her words, "that Nishma and I have offered you so you don't do any such thing until we are completely alone and/or one of us encourages you."

"My husband would not approve of such relationships," she clarified, rather emphatically.

"Look I like you and it seems we have a special connection," she said looking into my eyes rather lovingly.

"But as Ratan's wife, I should be completely off limits," she continued.

"Realistically from sexual gratification perspective I don't have much of a need. I cum long before Ratan is done."

"Seriously," she emphasized, as I didn't register any reaction.

"I cum every single time I have had sex with him. It's just that he is a little clumsy when it comes to making love. His notion of sex is most of the time bang-bang-bang or simply laying back while enjoying the sweet sensations of a warm mouth on his penis."

"I am not sure what you are suggesting," I said.

"Look I don't mean to be offensive but not everyone is gifted in this department," she said as she grabbed my bulge. Despite the fact that I had ejaculated not more than fifteen minutes ago, the bulge was still evident. She latched onto my lips again and kissed me eagerly.

"Your gift is your tongue," she said, breaking the kiss for a brief moment.

"Use it far more often than this," she said massaging my bulge.

"It felt so good," she seductively whispered, "when you licked our mixed juices."

"Did you taste my husband's cum?" she asked as she slipped her tongue into my mouth.

"Don't worry," she assured, "Nishma doesn't know."

"But I can assure you that she would want you to willingly taste it from her pussy. And trust me these men will give you ample opportunities."

"Reshma are you saying that you planned for it?"

"I felt weird but I don't have much experience so didn't mind," I tried to feign ignorance.

"You don't have to hide it from me," she said, lowering her voice.

"Honestly. Nishma would love that exquisite feeling; in fact she would even crave for it."

"Why? What's the incentive after she is sexually satisfied?"

"I am not an expert but I can vouch that it felt so great to find a man accept me in such a state."

"My husband would not even court me if I hadn't bathed that day but he doesn't hold himself to the same standard. Not that I dislike this; if at all it encourages me to keep prim and proper in an attempt to seek his attention. You know he has plenty of such women who are willing to shower their love on him; including your wife."

"Accepting Nishma in such a state only reinforces your love for her and her belief that the promiscuous behavior is a result of your encouragement."

"Besides Ratan is not into licking pussies and I bet neither is Uncle - so something that you uniquely are qualified for."

She again tried to assure me, "please don't take it otherwise Adwait but this is seriously a good piece of advice I can give you as your confidante."

"In another life, if we had met before our marriages then perhaps we too could have been a couple and our life could have been only mundane."

"In this life, with Nishma as your wife it would be anything but mundane."

"She would have plenty of lovers in her lifetime - the only good news is that she is selective of her mates."

"Your uncle must have been special to make her short list."

"Who else is on that list?" I asked.

"You mean apart from Ratan and your uncle?"

"It would have to be my father-in-law - he had been eyeing her for a while now."

"He is not as able as he once was but with Nishma's young age, he may just show some of his real colors."

"Do you thinks she is up for it?"

"I think so - Nishma wouldn't refuse him simply because of his age. He was an alpha once and has pleasured our mother several times."

"Don't worry about my husband and my father-in-law - they would be in the picture only for couple of years, after that they would fade away."

"There are plenty of other women who need their attention."

"Your uncle would be the primary alpha in your household. Nishma mentioned that he was hung like a horse."

"I have seen him and for him to be hung like a horse, is no mean feat."

"Nishma has shared that you have a strong dislike for him and that her association with him has put you under a lot of stress."

"Yes indeed," I said.

"I didn't think it was a good idea," I added after a little bit of caution, "I was only playing along with her and didn't really think that she would fancy him."

Reshma smiled and seemed a little amused.

"Don't worry Adwait, you are completely normal and your expectation was realistic."

"A normal woman would have reacted as per your expectations," she exhaled.

"Nishma is rather complex," she said and then stopped, "are you sure you want to talk about it?"

"Yes please - I need to understand her as much as I can."

"I think you already do," she started.

"Just trust your instincts and always remind yourself that she loves you no matter what."

"Nishma is one of those rare woman's gifted with extraordinary libido - it's as if sex was made for her and you know better than me that she is made for sex as well."

"She has a morbid fascination for size of a man's penis," she continued, trying to phrase her words as delicately as possible.

"And according to her, your's is like that of a small boy and the one that she aspires for, like your uncle's and Ratan's, is that of man's."

"This may not be a surprise to you and perhaps even your imagination might by fuelled by such stark differences."

"The one thing that you, an astute observer, would have learned is that she has a submissive streak, which is quite easy to exploit, once you are well aware of it."

"Of course, the wondrous traits of these alpha males make her far more susceptible to them but it is mostly their dominating qualities that make her cling to them."

"Here is where your uncle has surely shined - don't you agree?"

"Yes, may be that's why she is completely smitten by him," I mumbled.

"It's fortunate that she has taken to candidate approved by your family."

"What's important, though," she continued, "is that your mother may not necessarily approve of her ways."

"You see, in the olden days, this was sort of a ritual and although the daughter-in-law wholeheartedly enjoyed and entertained the alpha she never showed any affection or fascination for him."

"And you are thinking that Nishma's free-spirit cannot be reined in and that would infuriate my mother."

"Not necessarily but it could upset her," she replied after a brief pause.

"Look, Nishma considers this more of a lifestyle choice and not a sacred ritual as perhaps your mother or our mother would have considered it."

"Even then - they understand it very well that not having anyone oversee their actions has made it more of a lifestyle and less of ritual for even them."

"Where they perhaps mated twice every month, Nishma would mate twice every week, if not more."

"Are you serious?"

"How is it even possible?"

"It is hard and that's why you need to figure out how to arrange things for her," she replied.

"Look," she continued, "if you really want to show her your love then you need to make sure she is sexually satisfied, which can be done by encouraging her to mate with these men as often as possible."

"Are you getting the drift of what I am suggesting?" she asked, looking into my eyes. I nervously nodded.

"You are a fast learner, I knew that," she said, smiling.

"Ratan may make a move on her tonight and although she has been resisting it, I think you can help make up her mind."

"I will explain the rest later," she said and ushered me out.

Things had started to warm up in my life. Within the past few weeks, I learned about my family's inherent dilemma, my sister-in-law and my fiance's wayward ways and my predisposition to such a lifestyle. Nishma mentioned how soon I could even taste my sister-in-law, if everything played out as per her plan. Of course her plan demanded that I play along with her and give her full liberty.

As I stepped out inhaling the fresh air, everything seemed anew. It was an amazing experience for someone like me to lose virginity the way I did. Some might say that I shortchanged myself in the process but it was already a foregone conclusion in my mind. The bond that I seemed to have developed with Nishma's sister stood the test of time and perhaps the seeds of that were sown during our very first mating. Maybe I am jumping ahead a little.

The roots of the tradition that both Nishma and Reshma alluded to were quite deep. Even though I had never mentioned this - it was my mother who had dropped in a suggestion that I should visit my uncle on the pretext of inviting them to my marriage but more importantly also introduce Nishma to both of them. A few times she remarked on how gorgeous Nishma was and how much Aunt would have approved of her. And if that were not enough, she had dropped in the hint that I should stay over if they insisted. All of this would not have meant anything unless Nishma had tried to convince me about the tradition. Her proof of my sister-in-law mating with my uncle was perhaps the single piece of physical evidence that I couldn't refute. The inherent justification of why such a tradition would thrive made it far more alluring as it pandered to my cuckold tendencies. Nishma's own cravings were perhaps based on a similar need to mate with better endowed man than the person with whom she was betrothed. Increasingly, I came around to believe that Nishma would not have preferred to marry such a better endowed man. It was only this arrangement of relationships that made sense to her.