22-12-2020, 07:27 PM
Chapter 6 - Welcome yet another beast!
Nishma caught up with me after another half-hour and chit chatted about inconsequential things until we finally had a moment of solitude. She then broached up the topic.
"Are you happy?" she asked.
"Do you like her," she asked, immediately pushing forward her real question.
"She is good," I quipped.
"Yes, she is indeed good."
"Listen," she said, stealing glances, "Ratan has been badgering me to fulfill the tradition."
"Are you sure you want to go ahead with this?" she asked, looking directly in my eyes. I was speechless. I didn't believe I had a choice in this regard. It always had been her decision. I would have supported her reluctantly, perhaps if I had moral grounds to reject it as an indecent proposal. Having walked along with her for so long, I had practically surrendered my right to veto.
"Not that you have much choice," she added with a little bit of disdain in her voice. It stung a little. This was another side of Nishma that I was getting acquainted with. Nishma was raised as the only child and that meant that she always got her way. She was an obstinate child and if I may add - an haughty one too. I had misread her initial approval of my Uncle and Ratan as a rather generous gesture of hers. After all, they weren't really good looking as per our community standards. Her attraction towards them could only be explained as a fetish. Nishma could be volatile and it showed, specially, when she didn't get her way. So, any time I argued with her, she had a peculiar tone that became her hallmark. More often than not she won the argument, though
Our conversation was punctuated with long pauses as was necessary to observe the people around us but even more importantly to allow me an opportunity to digest it. While she was smiling and nodding, greeting people, I carefully observed her. She had changed into a simple, attractive Saree to wrap up the occasion. She looked even taller in the saree as it exposed her shapely figure, which emphasized her long legs. Only an hour ago, I was besotted by her sister - imagining a happily married life with her in my dreams but the more I stared at Nishma, the more it dawned on me that I was enamored by her and not really her sister Reshma. In the heat of the moment, any pretty lady would look like a world to you but at this point having exhausted myself, it was clear that Nishma was the right woman for me. Perhaps that's why I felt that she deserved a lot more. As I stood next to her, I realized that I was not only a bad match for her at a physical level but also a bad match for her at sexual level.
Physically, I didn't have the looks to match hers - neither the physique nor the height. She was taller than me; by a couple of inches at least if not more. My friends sometimes joked if I could meet her bodily needs; although they never rubbed it in but the truth was almost everyone around me suspected the same. It was an unspoken truth that everyone in both our families knew very well. It was clear to both of us that I was under equipped to take care of her needs; even if I had the specimen, I didn't have the character to confidently take her into my arms as her dream prince charming would have done. However, what we both knew that I was perfect for her since she needed someone who could wholeheartedly accept her with all her imperfections. At an emotional level, no one understood and connected better with her.
I got introduced to Ratan soon after we separated and the party was ending. It was one of the relatives who introduced me. Nishma's parents didn't want anything to do with him or her sister.
"You are the lucky one?" he said with a smirk on his face, extending his hand towards me. Hesitantly I stretched my hand; which he firmly shook. His massive hand dwarfed mine. His stubbed fingers and thick skin of palm conveyed that he grew up doing hard labour work. His complexion was dark; his teeth practically shone against the stark contrast of his lips and his face. He was huge; dwarfing me as he stepped closer. He seemed like a strong, muscular man; was perhaps athletic during his younger days. He exposed his hairy chest purposely to show off his physique. His voice was loud and his demeanor domineering, if not abrasive.
He patted me with his left hand that landed as a thud on my shoulder. His hand tightly squeezed my shoulder blades and with the realization of my bony or rather puny structure, he said "you need to eat man."
The relative who introduced us left soon, making space for the two of us.
"Congratulations man," he bellowed.
"You are indeed lucky - she has the best curves of all the women I know," he added, lowering his voice, "and trust me I know quite a few."
He looked deeply into my eyes, towering over me; in an attempt to intimidate me, trying to ascertain my response. In my mind, I only wondered how Reshma - Nishma's sister - could handle this beast. A dainty woman of her stature surely couldn't entertain him on a nightly basis. Nishma was physically more capable but still she was considerably shorter than Ratan. Can you imagine a man of 250 lbs taking a woman of 140 lbs? It was no walk in the park.
"Very nice to meet you," I politely replied.
"Don't forget she is my half-wife," he said in his growling voice, pressing my hand even further. His breath smelled of liquor and it seemed he was half-drunk already. His overbearing nature was evident - something that Reshma had warned me about.
I was in no mood to stand his presence. After sharing a few pleasantries I made way out of the yard. Reshma caught up with me and apologized saying, "sorry if he was rude to you."
"No - he was fine," I replied.
"Well then," she said, "let me apologize for his future behavior - he can be an ass sometimes."
Nishma caught up with us and we proceeded to have dinner. Nishma's parents were apprehensive finding me in the company of Reshma. Despite Nishma's parent's reservations, Nishma kept cordial - perhaps intimate - relationship with Reshma and her husband. Reshma's two children were fond of Nishma as was apparent from their clinging to her.
A situation was unfolding as we were having dinner. Both Nishma and Reshma excused themselves to talk to Nishma's mother but within a few minutes came out. I ignored it as an internal family matter but after such episodes happened a few more times, I decided to talk to Nishma when I got a moment of solitude.
"I will tell you later," was her quick reply.
An hour later, Nishma led me out saying that we needed to drop Reshma and her husband to their place. It was already past 10:00 pm, so I was not keen on taking a detour before heading home but she insisted. Almost everyone was gone by then. I saw her sloth of brother-in-law still nursing his glass of alcohol alone by himself. Nishma waved to him and said we will be leaving in fifteen minutes and that Reshma was waiting for him in the car.
We walked briskly past him before he tried any of his antiques. The parking lot was empty except for their car.
"Hurry," urged Nishma.
"Sis needs to talk to you," she said opening the driver's side door for me.
"Where is the driver?" I asked.
"He is gone - you are driving us home," she replied cursorily, paying more attention to see if someone was following us.
The lone jeep was standing alone in the huge lot in front of the house. Just as we stepped out of the main gate and walked towards the car where her sister was waiting, Nishma whisked me away from the main path and into the nearby bushes. The tree cover provided the protection of darkness and our relatively dark clothes made us invisible to any onlooker. As I had said earlier, though that party had dwindled down already and it was only people from her family who had stayed back.
"Did you meet Ratan?" she asked, pulling me closer. As I stepped in and tried to kiss her, she evaded and pretended to see if someone was checking on us. When I made yet another attempt, she pushed me against me and gently whispered, "Don't."
Her hand soon went to my zipper, which she slowly pulled down and pushing her hand inside, she pulled out my semi-rigid penis. She nonchalantly stroked me and softly whispered, "Ratan is planning to take advantage of your wife."
"I am just ensuring that you are ready for it."
I was speechless. Having slept with Reshma already, I didn't think I had any right to object. The critical difference though was he was sleeping with my wife even before I would have had a chance with her.
"Remember I love you," she added, stroking me gently with her thumb and index finger.
"He can be obnoxious when he is drunk, so don't mind him," she softly added.
"Why do you want me to be here then? I could have left earlier." I exhaled, trying to kiss her but restrained myself. Her lips were perilously close and her breath was so alluringly fresh. Nishma massaged my testicles and squeezed them gently.
"There is no point Adwait," she whispered, "your ego will be bruised no matter what. These men will show up to mount your wife whenever they desire and you would be required to make way for them anyway."
As I leaned forward to kiss her, she again pulled back and admonished me.
"Remember," she said, "he is an asshole, there is no point reasoning or arguing with him. Just accept your fate that he will mount your wife occasionally and he will try to rub it in your face."
"The good news is that you too would sleep with his wife but you would be required to keep it discreet."
"Are you fine Adwait?" she asked in her soft voice. Without waiting for me to respond, she put my stiffened penis back into my trousers and pulled the zipper up.
"This is not getting anywhere near my pussy until one of my lover knocks me up. And yes, not until your Uncle has bonded with me," she said and lead me through the dark pathway that ran parallel to the main road.
"Was your other lover present today?" I asked, as she stepped leisurely on the path way.
"Yes, but we couldn't do much," she casually replied.
"Don't fret over it, you shall learn soon about him as well."
We had reached the car by that time and spotted, Reshma dozing off in the car on the front seat with her younger one in her arms. The elder child was sleeping in the back seat. Reshma urged me to take the driver seat and be ready in anticipation of her drunk husband. Nishma scooted in the back seat and reached out to pick up the younger one from Reshma's arms. Reshma after handing her over, scooted closer to me. It was an old style jeep with no bucket seat, so she sat quite close and lay her hand in my lap.
Behind, I saw Nishma unhooking her blouse to feed the younger one. I was stunned by her action. Reshma calmly added, "she is an expert at it."
"Is she is just comforting her?"
"Yes," she softly whispered as I noticed Nishma experiencing pleasant sensations from having baby suckle on her teats. Reshma whispered into my ear, "She had milk in the past but doesn't have any now; her body is preparing her to be inseminated!"
"Did he misbehave?" Reshma asked her, glancing back.
"Do you think he would change?" Nishma responded nonchalantly.
"Should we talk about it?"
"He won't wait - if you are thinking of it," Nishma calmly responded.
"What are you guys talking about?"
Reshma was about to explain but Ratan made his way out of the house and was stumbling towards the car. The things that we were indulging in - for our times - was scandalous if not downright dangerous and immoral. I turned towards the lazy drunkard who slowly treaded towards our car. It was practically dark except for a few incandescent bulbs that illuminated the path at the entrance of the house. I imagined how much pleasure this hunk of a man could give my wife; I needed no further convincing. Besides, it was perhaps just fate that I got attracted to women, who were far above my league, which only meant that I may have to pardon their transgressions sooner or later. The person, in this case, was a middle aged man, a few years younger to Nishma's mother.
The drunkard had reached the door. He knocked on the door to see who was inside. Nishma opened the passenger door. In an inebriated state he stammered forward.
"Oh.. my cutie pie," he whispered as he realized that Nishma was holding his younger one in her arms. The stench of alcohol filled the vehicle immediately. The cold breeze only helped it spread inside the cabin. Reshma lowered the glass on the other side to offer ventilation.
"Didn't I tell you?" he mumbled, making practically inaudible sounds.
"She is indeed my half-wife."
"Watch it," warned Reshma from the other side.
"You jealous woman," he yelled at her.
"She is destined to be my unlawful wife - so why fight it?"
Reshma and Ratan were not necessarily on their best terms most of the time. He was dismissive of her and more often than not she had an acerbic tone with him. Yet when it came to sex they had surprising chemistry. As explained by Nishma later, they always would cozy up in the bed and settle their differences. Sex was a physical necessity for both and nothing interfered in it. It wasn't any surprise that Reshma was pregnant a total of five times. She lost her first two due to health issues but even then she was pregnant thrice in last 5 years.
My Uncle conjectured that marriages where the woman was sexually satiated or even to a certain extent sexualy harassed outlived the normal ones. It wasn't surprising to observe the lower-middle class women, who toiled the whole day on the fields and did the housework on a daily basis, still had the time and energy to yield to their husband's demands. Despite the presence of multiple children in the family the nocturnal activities always continued at an alarming frequency. Physical intimacy acted as a balm, healing the emotional wounds! Nishma, herself, had observed this chemistry between the two. Reshma would often give him the cold shoulder and shun his advance but she would gradually yield and melt as Ratan persisted and once she mounted her, there was no looking back. All of her pent up anger would evaporate in no time.
"Ratan Bahuji," interrupted Nishma, referring to him respectfully but at the same time her tone was rather harsh. Bahuji meant brother-in-law but was used while referring to your brother-in-law respectfully.
"Let's go home."
"You think I am afraid of your parents?" he shot at her.
"No but I don't want to make a scene here," she replied calmly. Not sure what it was but Ratan didn't make any scene and stepped inside the car. Nishma kept it a secret for a long while but in the last few years she revealed much more of what transpired between Ratan and her; some of which was even hidden from Reshma. On this occasion Nishma gently massaged his sizeable bulge. As he steadied himself his lips lingered on Nishma's face and she blew him a kiss by puckering her lips. Reshma had noticed this perhaps and hence clinched my thigh.
Nishma moaned and I thought she whispered, "Oh Bahuji..."
There was pin drop silence inside the vehicle; apart from my irregular heartbeat, the only thing we heard were Nishma's sensual moans. Reshma brazenly turned towards them while hinting me to look ahead. Nishma had moved to the middle seat making space for Ratan, so I could look at her via the rearview mirror. Ratan was kissing her neck when I took a peek. Nishma's Saree was pulled aside to expose her breast. The baby was latched onto the other breast that was closer to Ratan. Ratan's hand was gently playing with her breast, I thought but couldn't see below; could only guess. I wanted to ask if I should drive but couldn't say it loudly so I beckoned Reshma to get closer. Noticing that Ratan was fully occupied, she boldly turned around and kissed me deeply. Her hand unzipped my trousers delicately.
"Ouch," I heard Nishma blurt.
"It's hurting," she exclaimed.
"Tell me who are these for," he seethed as he sucked in her lips. Nishma's fair hand was visible as she fondled his hair.
"You Bahuji," she whispered, and then kissing him again, added, "they are meant to feed your babies."
I was stunned to hear it. She could have meant Reshma's children or perhaps her own children.
Nishma moaned and seethed as Ratan continued to play with her breasts. He had a fascination with her extended nipples.
"Tai," she called out her sister between her kisses. "Tai" means elder sister in our native language. Reshma understood and reached out to grab the baby so that Nishma could freely entertain Ratan. Reshma sat next to me snugly as I tried to peek back through the rearview mirror. Nishma's head was thrown back as Ratan feasted on her breasts. She had surrendered herself to lust. She moaned and groaned as Ratan nibbled on her breasts. Reshma brought me back as I was lost witnessing the scene on the rear seat, "why don't you drive before it is too late?"
Reshma turned off the light that had allowed me to watch them. I quickly, started the car but taking care that neither the baby nor Nishma and Ratan sitting behind were disturbed. Their house was only ten minutes away. Reshma kept on slowly stroking me and whispering into my ear on what was happening back. When Nishma kneeled down to taken his penis in her mouth, she excitedly added, "Oh my god, she is allowing him to fuck her mouth!"
With great determination I controlled my impending ejaculation. Even though I had ejaculated only couple of hours ago, my body was working hard; in a futile attempt to challenge the Alpha. We arrived in no time but not before Nishma gave up on making him ejaculate in her mouth. Reshma picked up the younger one and hurried inside whispering to me that I should pick up the elder one carefully from the back seat. The house was deserted so we didn't worry much of anyone eavesdropping or catching them in that state. It wouldn't have bothered them anyway. Ratan and Nishma were lost in the world of lust and completely ignored my presence. I noticed how Nishma's not so slender body looked utterly fragile in front of his humongous physique. The color contrast even in that dimly lit car was electrifying. Nishma head comfortably rested against the headrest as beast kissed her.
Her breasts were lewdly exposed and I noticed her stroking his manhood; a brief glance suggested that she would have trouble accommodating him. It seemed as if he was ready to mount her and she eager to experience the pleasure this bull would give her. Just as I picked Reshma's 5 year old boy and close the door, I heard Nishma moan and whisper to him as Ratan twiddled one of her nipples between his thumb and index finger. The rolled down windows in the front made them audible. Reshma was upstairs, so I took a chance and waited round the corner to see what they would do. Ratan necked her and kept on playing with her nipples; Nishma was soaking in the pleasant sensations as she rested her head back against the headrest; her lips gently parted were deep red and wet from the saliva they exchanged with each other.
"You are treating me like a slut," she whispered between her moans, "taking me in front of my husband."
"But he doesn't object," Ratan whispered back.
"He is nice and understands what the tradition demands but you shouldn't forget that you are just taking advantage of the situation. I am not betrothed to you."
"Yes I know," he said, "your mother-in-law hates me."
"Show some decency at least?" she teased.
"I have been waiting for this so long and so have you, so stop kidding yourself," he retorted.
"Are you sure, she approves?" asked Nishma tactfully.
"Do I care?"
Nishma had started to button up her blouse by that time and I saw him stuffing his stiff penis inside his trousers. When their eyes met again, there was a sense of longing for each other and Nishma pulled him for another kiss. She aggressively kissed him, sucking on his tongue and it just seemed that even Ratan was surprised to see her passion for him.
Soon I headed upstairs carrying the elder one. Reshma waited for me at the door of the bedroom and guided me towards his bed. As she tucked in him, she asked, "what took you so long?"
"I was looking for bedroom downstairs," I said, still fidgeting, over what may be happening downstairs. Nishma and Ratan had entered the house but didn't ascend the stairs, so they were in the downstairs bedroom. Reshma stepped closer to me and shushing me to keep quiet, she unzipped my trousers and fleshed out my rigid penis and grabbing in her hand, she lead me outside. Sensing that they were not in the living room downstairs, Reshma descended the stairs, with me in that awkward state tiptoeing behind her. We slowly headed to the back side of the house. There were three doors, one lead to the small yard outside and the other seemed like a bedroom and third one was perhaps another bedroom.
"Do you want to watch them?" she whispered. Her mildly stale breath hit me but she still was so alluringly attractive. She didn't even wait for me to answer as she opened the door to one of the bedrooms. I was a worried that she would lead me directly into the room where Ratan was taking her but she didn't. It was a dark room that looked like a store room. After cautioning me of the steps, she lead me inside that room and kissed me instantly.
"Promise me that you would always be her cuckold," she said.
"As long as we can continue our affair this way," I said, between the kisses. She immediately retreated and looked at me strangely. In the zero watt bulb light, I could clearly see that she wasn't amused by my words.
"It should as long as you observe your boundaries and don't let it inflate your ego," she retorted.
"If you don't let it get to your head, you could savor far more women than you had ever imagined."
"Now don't worry about me, focus on Nishma," she said and guided me to the spot from where I could peep inside the next room. Asking me to climb up the three steps, she urged me to remove the picture that was hanging on the wall. As expected, behind the picture there was a small peephole.
"Don't make any sound," whispered to me, "and please don't make a mess here."
She offered me a pair of earphones, so I could even hear the conversation inside. I peeped inside as soon as Reshma left the room.
Nishma was partly naked; her Saree was gone but her unbuttoned blouse was still on. Her breasts were crushed against his hairy chest as he aggressively kissed her. In the darkness, I massaged my penis as I witnessed the rawness of her mating with Ratan. Ratan's dark body contrasted beautifully against Nishma's. Even though Nishma was a big bodied woman and dwarfed me, she seemed insignificant before Ratan. If there was a perfect example of a breeding bull then it had to be him. Although he was only 8-9" taller than her, he was twice as heavy. Nishma and Ratan were mesmerized by each other; the lust they harbored for each other finally found a vent. They were practically mauling each other while kissing voraciously. Nishma's hand seemed to be caressing his penis but since their bodies were glued, I couldn't make it out.
After making out for what seemed like 5 minutes or so, Nishma turned her attention to him while he took a backseat. They were still standing for some reason, perhaps 4 feet from my location. Nishma kissed his neck and continued kissing downwards until she honed in on his chest. She latched onto his nipples just the way he seemed to have done it. Ratan enjoyed it as she nibbled and suckled on his teat. It resembled a breast more than a man's chest but it didn't matter to Nishma. Ratan moaned and groaned as she roughly played with his nipples. Nishma's other hand was inside his underwear, gently stroking his penis. Judging by the size of the tent it made, it had to be huge; perhaps even bigger than Uncle's. I didn't have to wait for too long as Nishma kneeled in front of him and pulled down his underwear.
It looked humongous and utterly black. It dwarfed even Nishma's large palm and fingers. Nishma was enthralled by it; she carefully inspected it for a few moments and then eagerly sucked on the knob. Only moments later, Nishma tried to swallow his penis by pushing down aggressively. Ratan's stiff penis was ready to explore the depths of her mouth. He held her face and pushed in as much as he could. Nishma panicked and for a brief moment she allowed him to hold on before slowly retreating; smiling nervously at her inability to take it all in. Ratan was not interested in much of it and guided her to the bed.
"Take it easy Bahuji," she whispered to him. Bahuji meant elder brother-in-law in our language.
Nishma nervously spread her legs and let Ratan nestle between them. Nishma's groan confirmed that he didn't take much time in penetrating her. Nishma gasped for air as he bottomed into her with no effort. Her reaction, nevertheless, gave away that she was a virgin. She was in pain as the breeding bull pinned under his full weight. He started stroking her slowly and in a few minutes, she seemed to be enjoying it. The actual intercourse was surprisingly short; just the way I witnessed my Uncle screw my sister-in-law. Nishma was eager to see it finish. She quickly inspected the bedsheet and finding it stained in her blood or semen spots, she rushed to the bathroom to clean up. I visualized a gaping hole instead of her regular tight lips but didn't have the chance to see it. The old sloth collapsed next to her and seemed to be dozing off instantly. Nishma hurriedly walked in with a wet rag and cleaned the spots. She then returned to clean his shrunk penis that was bathed in their juices. Even in that shrunken state, it looked ominous.
Nishma looked at her brother-in-law lovingly as he snored. Nishma visited the bathroom once again and after a few minutes, having freshened up, she returned. This time she slept next to him, laying her head on his chest. I anticipated much more chemistry between the two. They soon dozed off. Still, I was pleased with Nishma's choice. Physically speaking I preferred him over my Uncle but there was surreal feeling when my Uncle made out with her - nothing could satisfy my cuckold tendencies more. They both were similarly endowed; my Uncle's looked bigger on him due to his own stature. Age was on Ratan's side but I wasn't sure if 5-6 years made much of a difference. I headed out.
Reshma was still in the living room, reading a magazine. She smiled as I entered the room. She beckoned me towards her and asked me to switch off the light. Switching the light off, I silently sat next to her.
"Are you ok?" she asked. Her hand crept into my lap. My penis that had moderately shrunk back started re-inflating again. I turned to face her and pushed myself towards her. She leaned back and stopped me from kissing her by pushing back on my chest.
"Adwait," she said, looking into my eyes. Her lips only a few inches from mine. Faint light emanating from kitchen allowed us to see each other and yet give us sufficient cover in the darkness.
"You seem to have misunderstood your role."
"What?" I said, sitting back.
"Don't get me wrong," she said in her soft voice, laying her hand again in my lap and gently caressing my bulge.
"You have chosen a life of servitude," she said.
"You shouldn't romance young and beautiful women; especially the ones that are strongly tethered to alpha males," she added, giving my bulge a good squeeze.
My hormones were in an overdrive and whatever Reshma said felt as if it were god's gospel for me.
"Come let me teach you," she said as she tugged on me. Reluctantly I stood up whilst she just scooted forward. I felt for a moment that she would unzip me and take my penis in her mouth but I should have known better. She pulled me down until I kneeled before her.
"You understand it don't you?" she asked, gently caressing my cheek. I dived in and licked her as if it was a fresh delicacy only served for me. Reshma's allure hadn't still worn off. I relished her distended vulva very much. Reshma didn't need to orgasm; so, she just urged me to suckle on it. After several minutes, Reshma started talking; essentially coaching me on how to handle my life with Nishma.
"Listen Adwait," she started.
"Ratan's influence is not good. Nishma is besotted by him and will allow him to impregnate her."
"Such dark skinned kids will not be well received."
"I thought you were supportive of this?" I asked.
"Ratan is only trouble for your family."
"You must have already realized that she is a pampered child. Most of her needs and wants were met even before she ever uttered them.
"Sexually, she has been active since her teen years; not actual intercourse but there were several men who tried to molest her. And several she willing allowed to molest.
"You may not have seen as many pricks as many she would have tasted."
"Really?"
Reshma smiled and guided my head back to her pussy.
"Sexually she is promiscuous and easily drawn to dominating characters - as long as they are moderately equipped and have the desired traits, she will mate with them."
"But Reshma, I thought," I interrupted, "she was only honoring the tradition."
"So, they all say," she said.
"Essentially they are just sluts, who are willing to spread their legs for any alpha male."
"All they need is a considerate husband, who can overlook their transgressions and support their whims and fantasies."
"Ratan is bad choice though," she added.
"She may have feelings for him and it is better not to indulge him. Besides, your Uncle seems to be approved by your family."
"Nishma won't listen to you," she continued, "if you tell her directly."
She scooted forward and lifted her legs. I understood her subtle request and tongued her anus. For a moment, I wondered if she was clean but when all I smelled was a mild musky odor, I was relieved. I wondered how much of abuse her sphincter muscles had taken.
"Adwait you have chosen to have a wife, who will be constantly on the lookout for well-endowed males," she continued her monologue.
"The best option you have is to lead her to your Uncle as often as you can; perhaps even stay at their place."
"He should be able to satisfy her needs," she continued, "and once she becomes pregnant a few times, her libido should subside."
"Does she fancy him?"
"Not as much as she fancies Ratan but she will allow him to impregnate her," she said.
"He should also have ample time for her and I presume he may also relish cuckolding his favorite nephew," she added with a smile.
"She may need a little variety every now and then and for that you can take Ratan's or my father-in-law's help."
"Your father-in-law?"
"Yes, she has a thing for him," she said, squirming in pleasure. My licking had been leisurely but I had been gradually increasing the tempo. Reshma finally started inching towards her orgasm. Her words weren't coherent anymore and soon she hit a crescendo. Reshma was happy to experience my tongue once more. She thanked me cursorily before getting up to tidy herself up. Sauntering into the kitchen, she grabbed a bottle of water and after gulping some of it offered it to me.
"Do think about what I said," she said as gulped down some water. I nodded.
"Don't exhaust yourself; take some rest," she urged as she ascended the steps to her bedroom. I waited for her to leave before, shamelessly, tiptoeing back to my original hiding spot. Back into my saddle, I peeped inside to find that second session had just begun. Ratan still seemed to be asleep but restless Nishma was reviving him by gently kissing his genitals. Ratan's semi-inflated penis conveyed that she was successful in re-igniting his interest. Nishma delicately lathered every part of his genitals with her saliva and after what seemed like a few minutes, she finally took the knob of his penis in her mouth. Gently swirling her tongue around and suckling on it, she brought his equipment back to life. After couple of minutes, Ratan whispered to her something. I had forgotten to put on my headphones; I seemed to have misplaced them in the living room. Nishma moved to him and started kissing him. Moments later she straddled his waist and aligned his penis against her opening. With moderate difficulty she was able to push it all the way in; once again I heard her gasp for air as she did it. I could hear them but the sound was faint.
After allowing a few immature attempts of hers to ride in a cowgirl position, he pulled her aside and urging to be on her fours, he took her from behind. Nishma let out a grunt as he bottomed into her with one push. Ratan then started his marathon fucking and Nishma's moans went through the roof. Without any headset, I could hear her moan and groan as he furiously fucked her. She had perhaps shuddered with her first orgasm within minutes after Ratan started it. When it became unbearable, she collapsed forward but he continued with his onslaught. Nishma's whimpering continued and eventually with his long and slow strokes she seemed to stabilize.
Ratan had covered her just as a stallion covered a mare. Surprisingly, she was able to manage his weight, despite the fact that she carried more than half his weight. Ratan was in ho hurry and continued his ploughing with utmost disregard to Nishma's comfort. If at all, his attention was riveted to Nishma's sounds. Nishma's grunts conveyed a mixture of both pleasure and pain but as time progressed she seemed to inch towards her second orgasm. Her guttural moans confirmed it. Ratan increased his tempo; Nishma pushed back with all her might to control his strokes after pushing on her hands, effectively pinning her down. Nishma whimpered with her second orgasm at the ten minute mark. This should have served as a punctuation for Ratan but after a brief respite he resumed his stroking again.
Nishma tried to dissuade him again but Ratan didn't pay any attention to her and continued and soon she was getting into it again. This time Nishma thoroughly enjoyed; she moaned incessantly during this phase and it just seemed it would never end. Around the twenty-minute mark, Nishma showed signs of orgasming again. This time, however, it wasn't as intense but she seemed to finally synchronize it with Ratan's climax.
Both Nishma and Ratan were finally busy catching their breaths but that sloth was still laying on top of her. Finally, after another minute or so, she pushed him off. A deep sigh from her eventually conveyed how much of weight was lifted off her. She laid in the same position, with her legs played and rump perfectly exposed. It was still dark but I could imagine her pussy lips spread open vulgarly. I felt the urge to relieve myself but somehow I didn't think it would have been the right thing to do.
Nishma lay there almost lifeless for a few minutes. I saw Ratan nudging her, trying to wake her up. Lazily, she turned around and faced the sloth, who once again had dozed off. She lay there for a few moments silently before getting up and looking at his spent penis. And then she leaned forward and picked up his shrunk sausage that still looked sizeable and inserted it into her mouth. She gradually cleaned up his penis and even sucked onto his sacs. I was wondering if she was preparing him for yet another session. After a couple of minutes, I realized that they were finally wrapping up their session. I was feeling sleepy, so thought of heading out.
Out in the living room, I turned towards the kitchen to get some water. Exhausted by the experiences for one evening, I thought of sleeping blissfully. Everything started falling in perspective; credit was due to Reshma. She helped me understand my inadequacies; it always helps when another person elaborates on it. My fascination for junoesque women and my small stature only meant a celestial mismatch. A normal woman's pussy is about 3 - 3 ½ inches deep and due to its inherent flexibility and the desire to feel fuller and richer orgasms, she can accommodate a penis twice as long and as wide as 3 inches. A large woman such as Nishma can easily accommodate a penis 8-10 inches long and perhaps as wide as 3 ½ to 4 inches. How could an average husband quench her hunger with a penis just shy of 5 inches? Keeping aside the mismatch in the dimensions, simply matching her libido itself would have been a challenge for me; may be I was pessimistic in my evaluation but the truth was certainly not very far from it.
Ever since our visit to my Uncle's place, I had envisioned Nishma taken by men who lusted for her and had the necessary character and physical strength to pleasure her. The more they openly flirted and courted her in my presence, the more I wanted her to be their slut. Nature would not have it any other way. Just the way that dog didn't care for my presence and tried to mount Nishma, I felt these men disregarded my presence altogether and pursued her. Don't they deserve to mate with her? Especially, when I never put forward any sort of resistance. Even the dog was better; he certainly asserted his right to mate with her. What could have been more humiliating than that? If Nishma chose the dog over me, her husband. The dog was certainly well-endowed and definitely had the necessarily virility to court her frequently. And if that's not enough, a dog's tongue is made for licking, so even in that department I was defeated.
As I gulped the glass of water, my mind was strategizing on the best way to orchestrate my life with Nishma. Reshma wanted me to steer Nishma away from Ratan. Nishma had bonded with Ratan to her dismay and if I was right, she had feelings for him. Still Nishma was nothing but a sex crazed woman, so I thought my Uncle could as well fit the bill. He was not in Ratan's leagues but equipment wise, he seemed to be a good match. This realization, however, had stunned and appeased me. Ratan was the size of an american football player while my Uncle was the size of an ordinary middle class, Indian man. Yet the specimen that my Uncle sported was extraordinary. He was couple of inches shorter than me, which essentially meant that Nishma would tower over him but there was no doubt that she would love to be impaled by his massive equipment. And then there was the chemistry between my Uncle and her that seemed to be simply absent between Nishma and Ratan. This had given me a new hope. Nishma wanted me to be her cuckold and even though I had constantly felt humiliated by her treatment, deep down I understood that perhaps it was something I desired; Nishma was only enacting it. On one end, I wanted him to take my place in our bedroom and on the other end, I wanted to thrash him for cuckolding me. More often than not, I found myself on the former side, surrendering my rights to him. This is what the tradition would have demanded. I wondered if conveying this to Nishma in a subtle manner would do the trick.
Just as I turned to head upstairs, I found Nishma walking into the Kitchen. She was surprised by my presence, so late in the night. It was dark, except for the small light in the kitchen that faintly illuminated the place. She looked at me nervously, ashamed of her selfish action. Even in that darkness, I was looking for signs of content on her face. She looked tired; there seemed to be a sense of relief, if anything at all. Her face was red from all the exertion and there were several red marks on her chest. She was practically naked under her nightgown; her boobs drooped gracefully. As I stepped closer to her, she gave me a nervous smile but when I swiftly took her in my arms, she let out a sensuous moan. I nuzzled into her neck and she hugged me lovingly. The stench of semen hit me. It was much stronger and by now I had also learned to identify it. Nonchalantly she lifted my face and offered her lips to me. Her breath was intensely stale and reeking of semen, yet I found myself drawn to her. I kissed her fervently but Nishma preferred a rather slow, delicate kiss. As we settled into a rather languid kiss, I felt the effects of her stale breath; as the stench of semen permeated through my nostrils, I soon learned that it wasn't what I had imagined in my fantasies. Yet, I couldn't stop myself.
"Did you enjoy it?" I asked between the kisses. She put her arms on my shoulder and stroked my hair.
"I was in heaven," she quipped.
"Funny," I retorted, "he should have been in heaven." She giggled.
"Why are you risking it with Ratan?"
"Didn't you want me to?"
"To realize the tradition," I replied, "shouldn't you be with my Uncle?"
"Honey," she softly whispered, "don't you want to taste it?"
She had been softly pushing on my shoulders right from the beginning but I learned about it now.
"It is running down as we speak," she added and pushed me firmly.
I eagerly kneeled down and lifting her gown and nestled between her legs. Her pantie was wet with their mixed juices but carried strong odor of semen. She smothered me by pulling my head into her pelvis. The sticky substance rubbed onto my nose, lips and face. Nishma moaned as soon as I slid my tongue into her disgusting, gaping hole. When I meant a hole, there was literally a hole. As she squeezed her vagina, loads of semen descended into my mouth. It had a strong bitter taste and was far from my wild imagination. Even though it tasted disgusting, I still continued to lap it with vigor. It took me about five minutes to clean her of all his seed. She didn't really need much satisfaction but seemed content with my effort.
We both headed upstairs after that episode to our room. Nishma dozed off in no time but I needed relief. I pestered Nishma a few times but she rudely pushed me away. I tossed in the bed aimlessly as debauched thoughts of my wife's nasty affairs floated through my mind. I woke up to Nishma's slobbering mouth on my lips The fresh stench of semen made it clear that Nishma had visited Ratan once again. As soon as I was awake she straddled my face and fed the freshest creampie yet. Despite having cum half-a-dozen times in a day, he still had once again hosed her with his semen. I wasn't into this session as much as I was physically tired.
Nishma took a bath soon after that. It was still very early around 5:00 or so. Nishma wanted to reach home before anyone woke up and hence was making haste. We soon left from their place. Nishma was emotional and wanted to chat. We parked our car a few mins away from her home and spoke.
"Adwait," she pleaded, "I am very sorry for making you go through this ordeal."
"You must have realized that I would be a slut no matter what," she continued.
"Do you really want to lead this kind of life?"
Nishma was suffering from guilt conscience; just as I doubted whether I seriously wanted to be cuckolded, she doubted herself but not as often. Nishma was satiated with sex and hence seemed to be thinking straight but for me my dick was still doing the calculations.
"Nishma," I said, "for better or worse god has brought us together."
"I am letting fate decide for us now!"
She looked at me lovingly but didn't say anything.
"You were saying something about Ratan last night?" she said after some thought.
"I just thought that you should bond with Uncle instead of him," I mumbled. Nishma was taken by my proposal. Her smug look and sense of anticipation returned.
"You think so?"
I nodded. Nishma was quiet. It still was dark but we could see that faint rays of sun had started illuminating the sky on the far end of horizon. After few pensive minutes of silence, she said, "Your Uncle isn't looking for a fuckmate; he is looking for a wife."
In truth, it would have been better to have Ratan as our alpha but then there was a danger of Nishma having feelings for him. I wasn't entirely sure at that time but felt that this was more dangerous than simply losing your wife in the bedroom to another male. My Uncle would have taken her as his mistress, so Nishma's realization didn't dent my resolve.
"He maybe looking for a mistress," I corrected her.
"You are right," she said, looking at me, "Ratan is bad omen for us. But I had to do this; at least once!"
"We can carefully handle Ratan but not his father. He will accost your wife with utter disregard to your presence."
"Do you fancy him?"
There was a faint smile on her face as she rolled her tongue inside her mouth from one cheek to another. She contemplated playfully on how to respond to me; her eyes moving from me to the scenery above.
"You like him, don't you?" he asked.
"Do you know Adwait," she said, "why I fancy your Uncle?"
"It's because he reminds me of him; perhaps a little younger version of him."
After some more thought, she once again tried to warn me by saying, "Adwait I love you but these men..."
"They will no let you enjoy my youth," she exhaled.
"That's why I think, we should not indulge these men but only my Uncle. Spend more time at their place; away from this world."
"And you think that would alter your fate?" she said, looking at me intently.
"No but it would be on my terms..."
"As they say, hope knows no reason," she murmured.
Nishma caught up with me after another half-hour and chit chatted about inconsequential things until we finally had a moment of solitude. She then broached up the topic.
"Are you happy?" she asked.
"Do you like her," she asked, immediately pushing forward her real question.
"She is good," I quipped.
"Yes, she is indeed good."
"Listen," she said, stealing glances, "Ratan has been badgering me to fulfill the tradition."
"Are you sure you want to go ahead with this?" she asked, looking directly in my eyes. I was speechless. I didn't believe I had a choice in this regard. It always had been her decision. I would have supported her reluctantly, perhaps if I had moral grounds to reject it as an indecent proposal. Having walked along with her for so long, I had practically surrendered my right to veto.
"Not that you have much choice," she added with a little bit of disdain in her voice. It stung a little. This was another side of Nishma that I was getting acquainted with. Nishma was raised as the only child and that meant that she always got her way. She was an obstinate child and if I may add - an haughty one too. I had misread her initial approval of my Uncle and Ratan as a rather generous gesture of hers. After all, they weren't really good looking as per our community standards. Her attraction towards them could only be explained as a fetish. Nishma could be volatile and it showed, specially, when she didn't get her way. So, any time I argued with her, she had a peculiar tone that became her hallmark. More often than not she won the argument, though
Our conversation was punctuated with long pauses as was necessary to observe the people around us but even more importantly to allow me an opportunity to digest it. While she was smiling and nodding, greeting people, I carefully observed her. She had changed into a simple, attractive Saree to wrap up the occasion. She looked even taller in the saree as it exposed her shapely figure, which emphasized her long legs. Only an hour ago, I was besotted by her sister - imagining a happily married life with her in my dreams but the more I stared at Nishma, the more it dawned on me that I was enamored by her and not really her sister Reshma. In the heat of the moment, any pretty lady would look like a world to you but at this point having exhausted myself, it was clear that Nishma was the right woman for me. Perhaps that's why I felt that she deserved a lot more. As I stood next to her, I realized that I was not only a bad match for her at a physical level but also a bad match for her at sexual level.
Physically, I didn't have the looks to match hers - neither the physique nor the height. She was taller than me; by a couple of inches at least if not more. My friends sometimes joked if I could meet her bodily needs; although they never rubbed it in but the truth was almost everyone around me suspected the same. It was an unspoken truth that everyone in both our families knew very well. It was clear to both of us that I was under equipped to take care of her needs; even if I had the specimen, I didn't have the character to confidently take her into my arms as her dream prince charming would have done. However, what we both knew that I was perfect for her since she needed someone who could wholeheartedly accept her with all her imperfections. At an emotional level, no one understood and connected better with her.
I got introduced to Ratan soon after we separated and the party was ending. It was one of the relatives who introduced me. Nishma's parents didn't want anything to do with him or her sister.
"You are the lucky one?" he said with a smirk on his face, extending his hand towards me. Hesitantly I stretched my hand; which he firmly shook. His massive hand dwarfed mine. His stubbed fingers and thick skin of palm conveyed that he grew up doing hard labour work. His complexion was dark; his teeth practically shone against the stark contrast of his lips and his face. He was huge; dwarfing me as he stepped closer. He seemed like a strong, muscular man; was perhaps athletic during his younger days. He exposed his hairy chest purposely to show off his physique. His voice was loud and his demeanor domineering, if not abrasive.
He patted me with his left hand that landed as a thud on my shoulder. His hand tightly squeezed my shoulder blades and with the realization of my bony or rather puny structure, he said "you need to eat man."
The relative who introduced us left soon, making space for the two of us.
"Congratulations man," he bellowed.
"You are indeed lucky - she has the best curves of all the women I know," he added, lowering his voice, "and trust me I know quite a few."
He looked deeply into my eyes, towering over me; in an attempt to intimidate me, trying to ascertain my response. In my mind, I only wondered how Reshma - Nishma's sister - could handle this beast. A dainty woman of her stature surely couldn't entertain him on a nightly basis. Nishma was physically more capable but still she was considerably shorter than Ratan. Can you imagine a man of 250 lbs taking a woman of 140 lbs? It was no walk in the park.
"Very nice to meet you," I politely replied.
"Don't forget she is my half-wife," he said in his growling voice, pressing my hand even further. His breath smelled of liquor and it seemed he was half-drunk already. His overbearing nature was evident - something that Reshma had warned me about.
I was in no mood to stand his presence. After sharing a few pleasantries I made way out of the yard. Reshma caught up with me and apologized saying, "sorry if he was rude to you."
"No - he was fine," I replied.
"Well then," she said, "let me apologize for his future behavior - he can be an ass sometimes."
Nishma caught up with us and we proceeded to have dinner. Nishma's parents were apprehensive finding me in the company of Reshma. Despite Nishma's parent's reservations, Nishma kept cordial - perhaps intimate - relationship with Reshma and her husband. Reshma's two children were fond of Nishma as was apparent from their clinging to her.
A situation was unfolding as we were having dinner. Both Nishma and Reshma excused themselves to talk to Nishma's mother but within a few minutes came out. I ignored it as an internal family matter but after such episodes happened a few more times, I decided to talk to Nishma when I got a moment of solitude.
"I will tell you later," was her quick reply.
An hour later, Nishma led me out saying that we needed to drop Reshma and her husband to their place. It was already past 10:00 pm, so I was not keen on taking a detour before heading home but she insisted. Almost everyone was gone by then. I saw her sloth of brother-in-law still nursing his glass of alcohol alone by himself. Nishma waved to him and said we will be leaving in fifteen minutes and that Reshma was waiting for him in the car.
We walked briskly past him before he tried any of his antiques. The parking lot was empty except for their car.
"Hurry," urged Nishma.
"Sis needs to talk to you," she said opening the driver's side door for me.
"Where is the driver?" I asked.
"He is gone - you are driving us home," she replied cursorily, paying more attention to see if someone was following us.
The lone jeep was standing alone in the huge lot in front of the house. Just as we stepped out of the main gate and walked towards the car where her sister was waiting, Nishma whisked me away from the main path and into the nearby bushes. The tree cover provided the protection of darkness and our relatively dark clothes made us invisible to any onlooker. As I had said earlier, though that party had dwindled down already and it was only people from her family who had stayed back.
"Did you meet Ratan?" she asked, pulling me closer. As I stepped in and tried to kiss her, she evaded and pretended to see if someone was checking on us. When I made yet another attempt, she pushed me against me and gently whispered, "Don't."
Her hand soon went to my zipper, which she slowly pulled down and pushing her hand inside, she pulled out my semi-rigid penis. She nonchalantly stroked me and softly whispered, "Ratan is planning to take advantage of your wife."
"I am just ensuring that you are ready for it."
I was speechless. Having slept with Reshma already, I didn't think I had any right to object. The critical difference though was he was sleeping with my wife even before I would have had a chance with her.
"Remember I love you," she added, stroking me gently with her thumb and index finger.
"He can be obnoxious when he is drunk, so don't mind him," she softly added.
"Why do you want me to be here then? I could have left earlier." I exhaled, trying to kiss her but restrained myself. Her lips were perilously close and her breath was so alluringly fresh. Nishma massaged my testicles and squeezed them gently.
"There is no point Adwait," she whispered, "your ego will be bruised no matter what. These men will show up to mount your wife whenever they desire and you would be required to make way for them anyway."
As I leaned forward to kiss her, she again pulled back and admonished me.
"Remember," she said, "he is an asshole, there is no point reasoning or arguing with him. Just accept your fate that he will mount your wife occasionally and he will try to rub it in your face."
"The good news is that you too would sleep with his wife but you would be required to keep it discreet."
"Are you fine Adwait?" she asked in her soft voice. Without waiting for me to respond, she put my stiffened penis back into my trousers and pulled the zipper up.
"This is not getting anywhere near my pussy until one of my lover knocks me up. And yes, not until your Uncle has bonded with me," she said and lead me through the dark pathway that ran parallel to the main road.
"Was your other lover present today?" I asked, as she stepped leisurely on the path way.
"Yes, but we couldn't do much," she casually replied.
"Don't fret over it, you shall learn soon about him as well."
We had reached the car by that time and spotted, Reshma dozing off in the car on the front seat with her younger one in her arms. The elder child was sleeping in the back seat. Reshma urged me to take the driver seat and be ready in anticipation of her drunk husband. Nishma scooted in the back seat and reached out to pick up the younger one from Reshma's arms. Reshma after handing her over, scooted closer to me. It was an old style jeep with no bucket seat, so she sat quite close and lay her hand in my lap.
Behind, I saw Nishma unhooking her blouse to feed the younger one. I was stunned by her action. Reshma calmly added, "she is an expert at it."
"Is she is just comforting her?"
"Yes," she softly whispered as I noticed Nishma experiencing pleasant sensations from having baby suckle on her teats. Reshma whispered into my ear, "She had milk in the past but doesn't have any now; her body is preparing her to be inseminated!"
"Did he misbehave?" Reshma asked her, glancing back.
"Do you think he would change?" Nishma responded nonchalantly.
"Should we talk about it?"
"He won't wait - if you are thinking of it," Nishma calmly responded.
"What are you guys talking about?"
Reshma was about to explain but Ratan made his way out of the house and was stumbling towards the car. The things that we were indulging in - for our times - was scandalous if not downright dangerous and immoral. I turned towards the lazy drunkard who slowly treaded towards our car. It was practically dark except for a few incandescent bulbs that illuminated the path at the entrance of the house. I imagined how much pleasure this hunk of a man could give my wife; I needed no further convincing. Besides, it was perhaps just fate that I got attracted to women, who were far above my league, which only meant that I may have to pardon their transgressions sooner or later. The person, in this case, was a middle aged man, a few years younger to Nishma's mother.
The drunkard had reached the door. He knocked on the door to see who was inside. Nishma opened the passenger door. In an inebriated state he stammered forward.
"Oh.. my cutie pie," he whispered as he realized that Nishma was holding his younger one in her arms. The stench of alcohol filled the vehicle immediately. The cold breeze only helped it spread inside the cabin. Reshma lowered the glass on the other side to offer ventilation.
"Didn't I tell you?" he mumbled, making practically inaudible sounds.
"She is indeed my half-wife."
"Watch it," warned Reshma from the other side.
"You jealous woman," he yelled at her.
"She is destined to be my unlawful wife - so why fight it?"
Reshma and Ratan were not necessarily on their best terms most of the time. He was dismissive of her and more often than not she had an acerbic tone with him. Yet when it came to sex they had surprising chemistry. As explained by Nishma later, they always would cozy up in the bed and settle their differences. Sex was a physical necessity for both and nothing interfered in it. It wasn't any surprise that Reshma was pregnant a total of five times. She lost her first two due to health issues but even then she was pregnant thrice in last 5 years.
My Uncle conjectured that marriages where the woman was sexually satiated or even to a certain extent sexualy harassed outlived the normal ones. It wasn't surprising to observe the lower-middle class women, who toiled the whole day on the fields and did the housework on a daily basis, still had the time and energy to yield to their husband's demands. Despite the presence of multiple children in the family the nocturnal activities always continued at an alarming frequency. Physical intimacy acted as a balm, healing the emotional wounds! Nishma, herself, had observed this chemistry between the two. Reshma would often give him the cold shoulder and shun his advance but she would gradually yield and melt as Ratan persisted and once she mounted her, there was no looking back. All of her pent up anger would evaporate in no time.
"Ratan Bahuji," interrupted Nishma, referring to him respectfully but at the same time her tone was rather harsh. Bahuji meant brother-in-law but was used while referring to your brother-in-law respectfully.
"Let's go home."
"You think I am afraid of your parents?" he shot at her.
"No but I don't want to make a scene here," she replied calmly. Not sure what it was but Ratan didn't make any scene and stepped inside the car. Nishma kept it a secret for a long while but in the last few years she revealed much more of what transpired between Ratan and her; some of which was even hidden from Reshma. On this occasion Nishma gently massaged his sizeable bulge. As he steadied himself his lips lingered on Nishma's face and she blew him a kiss by puckering her lips. Reshma had noticed this perhaps and hence clinched my thigh.
Nishma moaned and I thought she whispered, "Oh Bahuji..."
There was pin drop silence inside the vehicle; apart from my irregular heartbeat, the only thing we heard were Nishma's sensual moans. Reshma brazenly turned towards them while hinting me to look ahead. Nishma had moved to the middle seat making space for Ratan, so I could look at her via the rearview mirror. Ratan was kissing her neck when I took a peek. Nishma's Saree was pulled aside to expose her breast. The baby was latched onto the other breast that was closer to Ratan. Ratan's hand was gently playing with her breast, I thought but couldn't see below; could only guess. I wanted to ask if I should drive but couldn't say it loudly so I beckoned Reshma to get closer. Noticing that Ratan was fully occupied, she boldly turned around and kissed me deeply. Her hand unzipped my trousers delicately.
"Ouch," I heard Nishma blurt.
"It's hurting," she exclaimed.
"Tell me who are these for," he seethed as he sucked in her lips. Nishma's fair hand was visible as she fondled his hair.
"You Bahuji," she whispered, and then kissing him again, added, "they are meant to feed your babies."
I was stunned to hear it. She could have meant Reshma's children or perhaps her own children.
Nishma moaned and seethed as Ratan continued to play with her breasts. He had a fascination with her extended nipples.
"Tai," she called out her sister between her kisses. "Tai" means elder sister in our native language. Reshma understood and reached out to grab the baby so that Nishma could freely entertain Ratan. Reshma sat next to me snugly as I tried to peek back through the rearview mirror. Nishma's head was thrown back as Ratan feasted on her breasts. She had surrendered herself to lust. She moaned and groaned as Ratan nibbled on her breasts. Reshma brought me back as I was lost witnessing the scene on the rear seat, "why don't you drive before it is too late?"
Reshma turned off the light that had allowed me to watch them. I quickly, started the car but taking care that neither the baby nor Nishma and Ratan sitting behind were disturbed. Their house was only ten minutes away. Reshma kept on slowly stroking me and whispering into my ear on what was happening back. When Nishma kneeled down to taken his penis in her mouth, she excitedly added, "Oh my god, she is allowing him to fuck her mouth!"
With great determination I controlled my impending ejaculation. Even though I had ejaculated only couple of hours ago, my body was working hard; in a futile attempt to challenge the Alpha. We arrived in no time but not before Nishma gave up on making him ejaculate in her mouth. Reshma picked up the younger one and hurried inside whispering to me that I should pick up the elder one carefully from the back seat. The house was deserted so we didn't worry much of anyone eavesdropping or catching them in that state. It wouldn't have bothered them anyway. Ratan and Nishma were lost in the world of lust and completely ignored my presence. I noticed how Nishma's not so slender body looked utterly fragile in front of his humongous physique. The color contrast even in that dimly lit car was electrifying. Nishma head comfortably rested against the headrest as beast kissed her.
Her breasts were lewdly exposed and I noticed her stroking his manhood; a brief glance suggested that she would have trouble accommodating him. It seemed as if he was ready to mount her and she eager to experience the pleasure this bull would give her. Just as I picked Reshma's 5 year old boy and close the door, I heard Nishma moan and whisper to him as Ratan twiddled one of her nipples between his thumb and index finger. The rolled down windows in the front made them audible. Reshma was upstairs, so I took a chance and waited round the corner to see what they would do. Ratan necked her and kept on playing with her nipples; Nishma was soaking in the pleasant sensations as she rested her head back against the headrest; her lips gently parted were deep red and wet from the saliva they exchanged with each other.
"You are treating me like a slut," she whispered between her moans, "taking me in front of my husband."
"But he doesn't object," Ratan whispered back.
"He is nice and understands what the tradition demands but you shouldn't forget that you are just taking advantage of the situation. I am not betrothed to you."
"Yes I know," he said, "your mother-in-law hates me."
"Show some decency at least?" she teased.
"I have been waiting for this so long and so have you, so stop kidding yourself," he retorted.
"Are you sure, she approves?" asked Nishma tactfully.
"Do I care?"
Nishma had started to button up her blouse by that time and I saw him stuffing his stiff penis inside his trousers. When their eyes met again, there was a sense of longing for each other and Nishma pulled him for another kiss. She aggressively kissed him, sucking on his tongue and it just seemed that even Ratan was surprised to see her passion for him.
Soon I headed upstairs carrying the elder one. Reshma waited for me at the door of the bedroom and guided me towards his bed. As she tucked in him, she asked, "what took you so long?"
"I was looking for bedroom downstairs," I said, still fidgeting, over what may be happening downstairs. Nishma and Ratan had entered the house but didn't ascend the stairs, so they were in the downstairs bedroom. Reshma stepped closer to me and shushing me to keep quiet, she unzipped my trousers and fleshed out my rigid penis and grabbing in her hand, she lead me outside. Sensing that they were not in the living room downstairs, Reshma descended the stairs, with me in that awkward state tiptoeing behind her. We slowly headed to the back side of the house. There were three doors, one lead to the small yard outside and the other seemed like a bedroom and third one was perhaps another bedroom.
"Do you want to watch them?" she whispered. Her mildly stale breath hit me but she still was so alluringly attractive. She didn't even wait for me to answer as she opened the door to one of the bedrooms. I was a worried that she would lead me directly into the room where Ratan was taking her but she didn't. It was a dark room that looked like a store room. After cautioning me of the steps, she lead me inside that room and kissed me instantly.
"Promise me that you would always be her cuckold," she said.
"As long as we can continue our affair this way," I said, between the kisses. She immediately retreated and looked at me strangely. In the zero watt bulb light, I could clearly see that she wasn't amused by my words.
"It should as long as you observe your boundaries and don't let it inflate your ego," she retorted.
"If you don't let it get to your head, you could savor far more women than you had ever imagined."
"Now don't worry about me, focus on Nishma," she said and guided me to the spot from where I could peep inside the next room. Asking me to climb up the three steps, she urged me to remove the picture that was hanging on the wall. As expected, behind the picture there was a small peephole.
"Don't make any sound," whispered to me, "and please don't make a mess here."
She offered me a pair of earphones, so I could even hear the conversation inside. I peeped inside as soon as Reshma left the room.
Nishma was partly naked; her Saree was gone but her unbuttoned blouse was still on. Her breasts were crushed against his hairy chest as he aggressively kissed her. In the darkness, I massaged my penis as I witnessed the rawness of her mating with Ratan. Ratan's dark body contrasted beautifully against Nishma's. Even though Nishma was a big bodied woman and dwarfed me, she seemed insignificant before Ratan. If there was a perfect example of a breeding bull then it had to be him. Although he was only 8-9" taller than her, he was twice as heavy. Nishma and Ratan were mesmerized by each other; the lust they harbored for each other finally found a vent. They were practically mauling each other while kissing voraciously. Nishma's hand seemed to be caressing his penis but since their bodies were glued, I couldn't make it out.
After making out for what seemed like 5 minutes or so, Nishma turned her attention to him while he took a backseat. They were still standing for some reason, perhaps 4 feet from my location. Nishma kissed his neck and continued kissing downwards until she honed in on his chest. She latched onto his nipples just the way he seemed to have done it. Ratan enjoyed it as she nibbled and suckled on his teat. It resembled a breast more than a man's chest but it didn't matter to Nishma. Ratan moaned and groaned as she roughly played with his nipples. Nishma's other hand was inside his underwear, gently stroking his penis. Judging by the size of the tent it made, it had to be huge; perhaps even bigger than Uncle's. I didn't have to wait for too long as Nishma kneeled in front of him and pulled down his underwear.
It looked humongous and utterly black. It dwarfed even Nishma's large palm and fingers. Nishma was enthralled by it; she carefully inspected it for a few moments and then eagerly sucked on the knob. Only moments later, Nishma tried to swallow his penis by pushing down aggressively. Ratan's stiff penis was ready to explore the depths of her mouth. He held her face and pushed in as much as he could. Nishma panicked and for a brief moment she allowed him to hold on before slowly retreating; smiling nervously at her inability to take it all in. Ratan was not interested in much of it and guided her to the bed.
"Take it easy Bahuji," she whispered to him. Bahuji meant elder brother-in-law in our language.
Nishma nervously spread her legs and let Ratan nestle between them. Nishma's groan confirmed that he didn't take much time in penetrating her. Nishma gasped for air as he bottomed into her with no effort. Her reaction, nevertheless, gave away that she was a virgin. She was in pain as the breeding bull pinned under his full weight. He started stroking her slowly and in a few minutes, she seemed to be enjoying it. The actual intercourse was surprisingly short; just the way I witnessed my Uncle screw my sister-in-law. Nishma was eager to see it finish. She quickly inspected the bedsheet and finding it stained in her blood or semen spots, she rushed to the bathroom to clean up. I visualized a gaping hole instead of her regular tight lips but didn't have the chance to see it. The old sloth collapsed next to her and seemed to be dozing off instantly. Nishma hurriedly walked in with a wet rag and cleaned the spots. She then returned to clean his shrunk penis that was bathed in their juices. Even in that shrunken state, it looked ominous.
Nishma looked at her brother-in-law lovingly as he snored. Nishma visited the bathroom once again and after a few minutes, having freshened up, she returned. This time she slept next to him, laying her head on his chest. I anticipated much more chemistry between the two. They soon dozed off. Still, I was pleased with Nishma's choice. Physically speaking I preferred him over my Uncle but there was surreal feeling when my Uncle made out with her - nothing could satisfy my cuckold tendencies more. They both were similarly endowed; my Uncle's looked bigger on him due to his own stature. Age was on Ratan's side but I wasn't sure if 5-6 years made much of a difference. I headed out.
Reshma was still in the living room, reading a magazine. She smiled as I entered the room. She beckoned me towards her and asked me to switch off the light. Switching the light off, I silently sat next to her.
"Are you ok?" she asked. Her hand crept into my lap. My penis that had moderately shrunk back started re-inflating again. I turned to face her and pushed myself towards her. She leaned back and stopped me from kissing her by pushing back on my chest.
"Adwait," she said, looking into my eyes. Her lips only a few inches from mine. Faint light emanating from kitchen allowed us to see each other and yet give us sufficient cover in the darkness.
"You seem to have misunderstood your role."
"What?" I said, sitting back.
"Don't get me wrong," she said in her soft voice, laying her hand again in my lap and gently caressing my bulge.
"You have chosen a life of servitude," she said.
"You shouldn't romance young and beautiful women; especially the ones that are strongly tethered to alpha males," she added, giving my bulge a good squeeze.
My hormones were in an overdrive and whatever Reshma said felt as if it were god's gospel for me.
"Come let me teach you," she said as she tugged on me. Reluctantly I stood up whilst she just scooted forward. I felt for a moment that she would unzip me and take my penis in her mouth but I should have known better. She pulled me down until I kneeled before her.
"You understand it don't you?" she asked, gently caressing my cheek. I dived in and licked her as if it was a fresh delicacy only served for me. Reshma's allure hadn't still worn off. I relished her distended vulva very much. Reshma didn't need to orgasm; so, she just urged me to suckle on it. After several minutes, Reshma started talking; essentially coaching me on how to handle my life with Nishma.
"Listen Adwait," she started.
"Ratan's influence is not good. Nishma is besotted by him and will allow him to impregnate her."
"Such dark skinned kids will not be well received."
"I thought you were supportive of this?" I asked.
"Ratan is only trouble for your family."
"You must have already realized that she is a pampered child. Most of her needs and wants were met even before she ever uttered them.
"Sexually, she has been active since her teen years; not actual intercourse but there were several men who tried to molest her. And several she willing allowed to molest.
"You may not have seen as many pricks as many she would have tasted."
"Really?"
Reshma smiled and guided my head back to her pussy.
"Sexually she is promiscuous and easily drawn to dominating characters - as long as they are moderately equipped and have the desired traits, she will mate with them."
"But Reshma, I thought," I interrupted, "she was only honoring the tradition."
"So, they all say," she said.
"Essentially they are just sluts, who are willing to spread their legs for any alpha male."
"All they need is a considerate husband, who can overlook their transgressions and support their whims and fantasies."
"Ratan is bad choice though," she added.
"She may have feelings for him and it is better not to indulge him. Besides, your Uncle seems to be approved by your family."
"Nishma won't listen to you," she continued, "if you tell her directly."
She scooted forward and lifted her legs. I understood her subtle request and tongued her anus. For a moment, I wondered if she was clean but when all I smelled was a mild musky odor, I was relieved. I wondered how much of abuse her sphincter muscles had taken.
"Adwait you have chosen to have a wife, who will be constantly on the lookout for well-endowed males," she continued her monologue.
"The best option you have is to lead her to your Uncle as often as you can; perhaps even stay at their place."
"He should be able to satisfy her needs," she continued, "and once she becomes pregnant a few times, her libido should subside."
"Does she fancy him?"
"Not as much as she fancies Ratan but she will allow him to impregnate her," she said.
"He should also have ample time for her and I presume he may also relish cuckolding his favorite nephew," she added with a smile.
"She may need a little variety every now and then and for that you can take Ratan's or my father-in-law's help."
"Your father-in-law?"
"Yes, she has a thing for him," she said, squirming in pleasure. My licking had been leisurely but I had been gradually increasing the tempo. Reshma finally started inching towards her orgasm. Her words weren't coherent anymore and soon she hit a crescendo. Reshma was happy to experience my tongue once more. She thanked me cursorily before getting up to tidy herself up. Sauntering into the kitchen, she grabbed a bottle of water and after gulping some of it offered it to me.
"Do think about what I said," she said as gulped down some water. I nodded.
"Don't exhaust yourself; take some rest," she urged as she ascended the steps to her bedroom. I waited for her to leave before, shamelessly, tiptoeing back to my original hiding spot. Back into my saddle, I peeped inside to find that second session had just begun. Ratan still seemed to be asleep but restless Nishma was reviving him by gently kissing his genitals. Ratan's semi-inflated penis conveyed that she was successful in re-igniting his interest. Nishma delicately lathered every part of his genitals with her saliva and after what seemed like a few minutes, she finally took the knob of his penis in her mouth. Gently swirling her tongue around and suckling on it, she brought his equipment back to life. After couple of minutes, Ratan whispered to her something. I had forgotten to put on my headphones; I seemed to have misplaced them in the living room. Nishma moved to him and started kissing him. Moments later she straddled his waist and aligned his penis against her opening. With moderate difficulty she was able to push it all the way in; once again I heard her gasp for air as she did it. I could hear them but the sound was faint.
After allowing a few immature attempts of hers to ride in a cowgirl position, he pulled her aside and urging to be on her fours, he took her from behind. Nishma let out a grunt as he bottomed into her with one push. Ratan then started his marathon fucking and Nishma's moans went through the roof. Without any headset, I could hear her moan and groan as he furiously fucked her. She had perhaps shuddered with her first orgasm within minutes after Ratan started it. When it became unbearable, she collapsed forward but he continued with his onslaught. Nishma's whimpering continued and eventually with his long and slow strokes she seemed to stabilize.
Ratan had covered her just as a stallion covered a mare. Surprisingly, she was able to manage his weight, despite the fact that she carried more than half his weight. Ratan was in ho hurry and continued his ploughing with utmost disregard to Nishma's comfort. If at all, his attention was riveted to Nishma's sounds. Nishma's grunts conveyed a mixture of both pleasure and pain but as time progressed she seemed to inch towards her second orgasm. Her guttural moans confirmed it. Ratan increased his tempo; Nishma pushed back with all her might to control his strokes after pushing on her hands, effectively pinning her down. Nishma whimpered with her second orgasm at the ten minute mark. This should have served as a punctuation for Ratan but after a brief respite he resumed his stroking again.
Nishma tried to dissuade him again but Ratan didn't pay any attention to her and continued and soon she was getting into it again. This time Nishma thoroughly enjoyed; she moaned incessantly during this phase and it just seemed it would never end. Around the twenty-minute mark, Nishma showed signs of orgasming again. This time, however, it wasn't as intense but she seemed to finally synchronize it with Ratan's climax.
Both Nishma and Ratan were finally busy catching their breaths but that sloth was still laying on top of her. Finally, after another minute or so, she pushed him off. A deep sigh from her eventually conveyed how much of weight was lifted off her. She laid in the same position, with her legs played and rump perfectly exposed. It was still dark but I could imagine her pussy lips spread open vulgarly. I felt the urge to relieve myself but somehow I didn't think it would have been the right thing to do.
Nishma lay there almost lifeless for a few minutes. I saw Ratan nudging her, trying to wake her up. Lazily, she turned around and faced the sloth, who once again had dozed off. She lay there for a few moments silently before getting up and looking at his spent penis. And then she leaned forward and picked up his shrunk sausage that still looked sizeable and inserted it into her mouth. She gradually cleaned up his penis and even sucked onto his sacs. I was wondering if she was preparing him for yet another session. After a couple of minutes, I realized that they were finally wrapping up their session. I was feeling sleepy, so thought of heading out.
Out in the living room, I turned towards the kitchen to get some water. Exhausted by the experiences for one evening, I thought of sleeping blissfully. Everything started falling in perspective; credit was due to Reshma. She helped me understand my inadequacies; it always helps when another person elaborates on it. My fascination for junoesque women and my small stature only meant a celestial mismatch. A normal woman's pussy is about 3 - 3 ½ inches deep and due to its inherent flexibility and the desire to feel fuller and richer orgasms, she can accommodate a penis twice as long and as wide as 3 inches. A large woman such as Nishma can easily accommodate a penis 8-10 inches long and perhaps as wide as 3 ½ to 4 inches. How could an average husband quench her hunger with a penis just shy of 5 inches? Keeping aside the mismatch in the dimensions, simply matching her libido itself would have been a challenge for me; may be I was pessimistic in my evaluation but the truth was certainly not very far from it.
Ever since our visit to my Uncle's place, I had envisioned Nishma taken by men who lusted for her and had the necessary character and physical strength to pleasure her. The more they openly flirted and courted her in my presence, the more I wanted her to be their slut. Nature would not have it any other way. Just the way that dog didn't care for my presence and tried to mount Nishma, I felt these men disregarded my presence altogether and pursued her. Don't they deserve to mate with her? Especially, when I never put forward any sort of resistance. Even the dog was better; he certainly asserted his right to mate with her. What could have been more humiliating than that? If Nishma chose the dog over me, her husband. The dog was certainly well-endowed and definitely had the necessarily virility to court her frequently. And if that's not enough, a dog's tongue is made for licking, so even in that department I was defeated.
As I gulped the glass of water, my mind was strategizing on the best way to orchestrate my life with Nishma. Reshma wanted me to steer Nishma away from Ratan. Nishma had bonded with Ratan to her dismay and if I was right, she had feelings for him. Still Nishma was nothing but a sex crazed woman, so I thought my Uncle could as well fit the bill. He was not in Ratan's leagues but equipment wise, he seemed to be a good match. This realization, however, had stunned and appeased me. Ratan was the size of an american football player while my Uncle was the size of an ordinary middle class, Indian man. Yet the specimen that my Uncle sported was extraordinary. He was couple of inches shorter than me, which essentially meant that Nishma would tower over him but there was no doubt that she would love to be impaled by his massive equipment. And then there was the chemistry between my Uncle and her that seemed to be simply absent between Nishma and Ratan. This had given me a new hope. Nishma wanted me to be her cuckold and even though I had constantly felt humiliated by her treatment, deep down I understood that perhaps it was something I desired; Nishma was only enacting it. On one end, I wanted him to take my place in our bedroom and on the other end, I wanted to thrash him for cuckolding me. More often than not, I found myself on the former side, surrendering my rights to him. This is what the tradition would have demanded. I wondered if conveying this to Nishma in a subtle manner would do the trick.
Just as I turned to head upstairs, I found Nishma walking into the Kitchen. She was surprised by my presence, so late in the night. It was dark, except for the small light in the kitchen that faintly illuminated the place. She looked at me nervously, ashamed of her selfish action. Even in that darkness, I was looking for signs of content on her face. She looked tired; there seemed to be a sense of relief, if anything at all. Her face was red from all the exertion and there were several red marks on her chest. She was practically naked under her nightgown; her boobs drooped gracefully. As I stepped closer to her, she gave me a nervous smile but when I swiftly took her in my arms, she let out a sensuous moan. I nuzzled into her neck and she hugged me lovingly. The stench of semen hit me. It was much stronger and by now I had also learned to identify it. Nonchalantly she lifted my face and offered her lips to me. Her breath was intensely stale and reeking of semen, yet I found myself drawn to her. I kissed her fervently but Nishma preferred a rather slow, delicate kiss. As we settled into a rather languid kiss, I felt the effects of her stale breath; as the stench of semen permeated through my nostrils, I soon learned that it wasn't what I had imagined in my fantasies. Yet, I couldn't stop myself.
"Did you enjoy it?" I asked between the kisses. She put her arms on my shoulder and stroked my hair.
"I was in heaven," she quipped.
"Funny," I retorted, "he should have been in heaven." She giggled.
"Why are you risking it with Ratan?"
"Didn't you want me to?"
"To realize the tradition," I replied, "shouldn't you be with my Uncle?"
"Honey," she softly whispered, "don't you want to taste it?"
She had been softly pushing on my shoulders right from the beginning but I learned about it now.
"It is running down as we speak," she added and pushed me firmly.
I eagerly kneeled down and lifting her gown and nestled between her legs. Her pantie was wet with their mixed juices but carried strong odor of semen. She smothered me by pulling my head into her pelvis. The sticky substance rubbed onto my nose, lips and face. Nishma moaned as soon as I slid my tongue into her disgusting, gaping hole. When I meant a hole, there was literally a hole. As she squeezed her vagina, loads of semen descended into my mouth. It had a strong bitter taste and was far from my wild imagination. Even though it tasted disgusting, I still continued to lap it with vigor. It took me about five minutes to clean her of all his seed. She didn't really need much satisfaction but seemed content with my effort.
We both headed upstairs after that episode to our room. Nishma dozed off in no time but I needed relief. I pestered Nishma a few times but she rudely pushed me away. I tossed in the bed aimlessly as debauched thoughts of my wife's nasty affairs floated through my mind. I woke up to Nishma's slobbering mouth on my lips The fresh stench of semen made it clear that Nishma had visited Ratan once again. As soon as I was awake she straddled my face and fed the freshest creampie yet. Despite having cum half-a-dozen times in a day, he still had once again hosed her with his semen. I wasn't into this session as much as I was physically tired.
Nishma took a bath soon after that. It was still very early around 5:00 or so. Nishma wanted to reach home before anyone woke up and hence was making haste. We soon left from their place. Nishma was emotional and wanted to chat. We parked our car a few mins away from her home and spoke.
"Adwait," she pleaded, "I am very sorry for making you go through this ordeal."
"You must have realized that I would be a slut no matter what," she continued.
"Do you really want to lead this kind of life?"
Nishma was suffering from guilt conscience; just as I doubted whether I seriously wanted to be cuckolded, she doubted herself but not as often. Nishma was satiated with sex and hence seemed to be thinking straight but for me my dick was still doing the calculations.
"Nishma," I said, "for better or worse god has brought us together."
"I am letting fate decide for us now!"
She looked at me lovingly but didn't say anything.
"You were saying something about Ratan last night?" she said after some thought.
"I just thought that you should bond with Uncle instead of him," I mumbled. Nishma was taken by my proposal. Her smug look and sense of anticipation returned.
"You think so?"
I nodded. Nishma was quiet. It still was dark but we could see that faint rays of sun had started illuminating the sky on the far end of horizon. After few pensive minutes of silence, she said, "Your Uncle isn't looking for a fuckmate; he is looking for a wife."
In truth, it would have been better to have Ratan as our alpha but then there was a danger of Nishma having feelings for him. I wasn't entirely sure at that time but felt that this was more dangerous than simply losing your wife in the bedroom to another male. My Uncle would have taken her as his mistress, so Nishma's realization didn't dent my resolve.
"He maybe looking for a mistress," I corrected her.
"You are right," she said, looking at me, "Ratan is bad omen for us. But I had to do this; at least once!"
"We can carefully handle Ratan but not his father. He will accost your wife with utter disregard to your presence."
"Do you fancy him?"
There was a faint smile on her face as she rolled her tongue inside her mouth from one cheek to another. She contemplated playfully on how to respond to me; her eyes moving from me to the scenery above.
"You like him, don't you?" he asked.
"Do you know Adwait," she said, "why I fancy your Uncle?"
"It's because he reminds me of him; perhaps a little younger version of him."
After some more thought, she once again tried to warn me by saying, "Adwait I love you but these men..."
"They will no let you enjoy my youth," she exhaled.
"That's why I think, we should not indulge these men but only my Uncle. Spend more time at their place; away from this world."
"And you think that would alter your fate?" she said, looking at me intently.
"No but it would be on my terms..."
"As they say, hope knows no reason," she murmured.
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