Adultery A Cuckold by Birth

[Darksam]

Chapter 7 - Beginning Of A New Life!


Nishma fulfilled her long time fantasy of losing her virginity to Ratan. We didn't visit Ratan anymore as she had initially planned on. It was a change of heart or something didn't click in her relationship with him; I was relieved. He was quite a bull though, towering over her and almost twice her weight, there was no doubt that she would get a solid workout every time he mounted her. Things were quiet for a few days but the day before our wedding, she called me very late when we both had privacy to talk.

"Has some sense prevailed or do you still want to hand me to your Uncle?" she started.

"Have you thought of it Nishma?" I asked.

"You want to appoint him as our Alpha and have me bear his children despite knowing that you hate him from the bottom of your heart," I blurted.

"It's hard to understand, I know but strangely I feel this is better than involving your brother-in-law."

"In what way is it better?"

"Ratan bahuji will mount me a lot in the beginning but within a few months, the frequency would dwindle down to almost nothing. He has a lot of other women to take care of but your Uncle has no such compulsions. And if move to their place, what is there to stop him? As per tradition am I not required to attend to his needs before yours?"

My hand was gently stroking the bulge inside my pajamas. I imagined that Nishma was stimulating herself as well but I knew that she wasn't into stimulating herself.

"It's better to keep it all under one roof Nishma," I meekly mumbled.

"Of course it is," she shot back.

"Say it like you mean it; not like a wimp. Making it sound as if you want it and not as if you are surrendering to it."

There was a prolonged silence as we both wondered if we had pushed the boundaries of our relationship prematurely. I still struggled to comprehend the primary driver behind my own motivations in locking ourselves into such a despicable relationship. Nishma was a young and incredibly beautiful woman. She could have had her pick in terms of either a husband or lovers. She was quite tall for an Indian woman with a flawless complexion and an amazing wholesome figure that no man could resist. Still, she fell for her brother-in-law and even before him, his father. They both were utterly dark and not at all good-looking men, who were much older than her and yet strangely this contrast only fueled her hunger for them. Even if one overlooked their dark skin complexions, it wasn't as if they are very attractive; even then they would be still in the bottom of the bucket. At least they were tall and manly as a woman would have imagined their paramour's. But my Uncle had all the shortcomings of the other two men apart from being very short and not having the necessary demeanor that attracted women. So, what was it that still attracted her. There were several reasons but when on the drive back I quickly asked her to contrast him and her other two lovers, she explained that there was no real difference after all. Her explanation left me perplexed for a long while.

They were all the same to her. What mattered to them was their own needs, their own desires, and they pursued anything and everything with utter disregard to societal norms. My Uncle wouldn't have cared if she had liked him or not. He was determined to make her his slut and nothing would have stood in the way. She felt that he would have found a way to mount her one way or another and that it was not even a matter of time. According to her, things with her other two lovers took years but him it was only a matter of hours. Even discounting her own readiness and earlier experience, she felt that it would not have taken more than a month for him to seduce her. She likened her other lovers to horses and Uncle to a donkey. They were similarly equipped but their bodily dimensions differed and that she was sexually drawn to him more than the other two men. However, the true question was what my motivations were. My Uncle taking away from me what was rightfully mine struck a submissive chord in me; it stoked a deep-seated feeling that helped me enjoy this very perverse feeling. Watching my pretty wife make out with despicable looking men but still deriving immense pleasure from it gave me the kind of pleasure that I couldn't get it by simply having sex with her. Hence, it seemed a rational choice to me. If there were no societal compulsions then neither of us would have been even debating about it.

"Yes Nishma I mean it," I said, as my shaky voice struggled to find support.

"I want you to become his mistress and give him the pleasure and life that he could not have imagined even in his wildest dreams; even if it means you have almost no time for me."

"You do understand what you are saying, right?" she said after a brief pause.

"It would be no less demanding for you!"

"Yes Nishma. I want only the best for you," I said.

"Hope it is what you expected. If you prefer Ratan, then I am willing to reconsider."

"No Adwait," she quickly blurted and then controlling herself added, "Uncle would be the primary man for several years. The others may come and go, but they would be unlikely to take his place."

We both shared a nervous chuckle.

"Your wish shall be granted," she proudly exhaled.

"Well, on that note," she added, "tomorrow a little before marriage, please come and see me."

"Why?"

"Are you planning to be naughty again? Nishma why can't this wait until our marriage?"

"Are you kidding?" she replied excitedly but her voice slurred a little; she was sexually excited.

"I am only getting married once."

"OK," I replied, smiling to myself.

"I will send my maid, you should know her by now," she said and hung up.

Whatever transpired between Nishma and Ratan may have given her physical pleasure but perhaps didn't live up to her expectations from him. Maybe she had a hint of it already and that's why as soon as Uncle made his move, she yielded. I didn't feel myself as all the nasty thoughts swirled in my head. Reshma visited our place late in the night on some pretext. She wasn't welcome at Nishma's home, so she decided to join the celebrations from our side. She was simply dressed but looked absolutely gorgeous. Confidently she strode into my bedroom as our servant carried the small bag that she brought along with her. Reshma looked a little tired carrying herself around in that pregnant state. My parents spoke to her cursorily and after trying to dissuade her from staying over at our place, they relented and went about their work.

"Can you rub my feet?" she whispered, laying on the bed. I had noticed Nishma do it to her the last time we met, so I did as she requested. Our servant brought a glass of water for her.

"Close the door," she said to our servant as he left.

"Are you okay?" I said.

"Yes, fine. A little tired but will be fine in the morning."

"I am glad that you decided to give your Uncle another chance," she said. She gently rubbed my thigh.

"Nishma wanted me to provide the warmth of a woman," she said.

"Are you kidding?"

"No I am serious," she said and smiled.

"We can make arrangements for you in another room," I said.

"Don't you want my company?"

"What are my relatives going to say?"

"Are you joking?" she retorted.

"What makes you think that they would suspect something between the two of us," she said.

"A pregnant woman; sister of your fiance?"

"Don't you think it is stretching it a little too far?"

"Trust me," she said holding my hand, "this is your best chance to spend your whole night with

me. Nishma specifically requested this of me, knowing very well that I fancy you."

"Really," I said hesitantly.

Reshma was supremely confident that no one would mind. When I spoke to my family members, they were only worried about her presence in the house because Nishma's parents didn't want her around. They didn't see any issue with her being in my room, however, my mother did drop a suggestion that perhaps I could sleep in a different room. Reshma, however, made an excuse that it would be better for me, just in case she needed something in the night.

Reshma rested as I went about my work. Everyone was busy and stayed very late until night but I decided to hit bed around midnight. My bed was arranged besides Reshma's on the floor. Reshma was asleep as I quickly changed and laid back to lay on the bed.

"Did you bolt the door?" she said to me.

"You are awake?"

"Did you?"

"No."

I hesitantly bolted the door and stepped towards her in the darkness. I sat on the bed closer to her after making sure of where she was. She was laying on the bed. Her hand moved to my crotch, and she gently fondled my bulge.

"Thank you Adwait," she whispered.

"What for?"

"For marrying my crazy sister," she said and pulled me towards her. I had turned on the bedside lamp and in its faint light, I could clearly see Reshma's beautiful features. She looked so fresh, so alluring then; if only she seemed a little tired due to her pregnant state. Her pink lips looked so inviting that without any hesitation, I moved in to kiss her. She didn't hesitate and parted her lips. Her lips were dry and her breath a little stale having woken up from her slumber, but she tasted delicious to me. Our kissing was intense and soon I was practically drooling into her mouth. She broke it after a couple of minutes as my hands were getting restless and caressing her breasts.

"You keep on forgetting," she said as she pushed me away momentarily.

"I belong to your alpha; you need a cautious approach. I won't always be receptive and sometimes I may even bite," she said and gave my bulge a vicious squeeze.

"I am glad that you are paving the path to have her spend time with alpha male of your family."

"Only an alpha can truly savor her youth and beauty and give her what such a woman deserves."

"For her sake, you even disregarded your hatred for this man. It is truly a noble gesture," she said.

"Did Nishma really send you?"

"Even if she hadn't, I would have showed up. You are the cuckold husband, I never had," she said, pulling me in for another kiss.

"Honestly Adwait," she continued, "even if our positions were reversed, we wouldn't have regretted it. Nishma would be happy with Ratan and his father."

"Are you serious?"

"You would have liked to become my Uncle's mistress?"

"Why not?"

"I would have loved to sleep with Ratan and his father as well; and it may sound strange to you but I love sleeping with you as well."

"What if it was plain and simple relationship between the two of us; unfettered with the burden of tradition?"

"Even then I would have loved to be your wife."

"You seem surprised?" she asked squeezing my bulge that was fully inflated now. Reshma and my love had started to grow from the very first time we met. It was clear to me that in every respect Reshma could have been an ideal mate for me. It was clear to me though that I would have always lusted for a woman of Nishma's dimensions. We leisurely kissed each other swapping saliva and fondling our bodies.

"Nishma and I have a clear understanding," she said breaking our kiss, "that you and I would be life long lovers."

"What does that mean?"

"It means that you and I can spend full night in each other's arms; just the way we are doing now."

We continued kissing and getting more and more intimate with each other. I helped Reshma undress after turning on the bedside lamp. In the warm light of that small lamp, she looked so gorgeous. Her body still in perfect shape, except for her over extended belly and droopy breasts. Even those looked perfectly shaped on her delicate, young body. I muttered to her how beautiful she was; she responded that she would be more convinced if I showed it with my actions.

We engaged in a 69 position, with her completely naked and me half-naked. Her pussy was clean and fresh and I relished the smell and taste of her pussy. We were sleeping sideways to avoid for undue pressure on her stomach. Reshma only cursorily indulged me but I wholeheartedly licked her with clear intent of making her cum. Reshma started moaning in almost no time and very soon she started sucking on my nuts strongly. The more intensely I licked her, the more forcefully she latched to my testicles, pulling and tugging on them. She soon shook with her first orgasm. Having reached her orgasm, she urged me to go-slow but still encouraged me to continue licking her. This time, her soft warm mouth finally enveloped my inflated penis. Just like Nishma, I saw her gravitate to my anus. A cold object was probing my anus; I realized that it was a butt-plug that Nishma had alluded as a sex object that we could be using in our bedroom activities. With a little pressure, my sphincter muscles yielded.

"Nishma asked me to make you wear this during the wedding ceremony," she said.

"As a reminder that even though she is your wife, you have surrendered the privilege to mount her to alpha males of your family."

Reshma tugged on it until it was out once again, and then she pushed it inside again.

"Does it feel good?" she asked biting on my testicles.

"Imagine if it was Ratan's penis," she said, wouldn't it feel great.

The pleasant sensations were interfering with my rational thoughts. I had never imagined or fantasized receiving pleasure from a man. If at all, I had enjoyed watching my wife mate with such well-endowed men. So, it was strange to me the way she was talking about it. There was a subtle aspect that even I had refused to admit earlier and that was the fascination for men's semen. I instinctively had a desire to taste semen of such men but not directly from the source but through my wife. And I had observed this drive in both Nishma and Reshma; to give me a taste of it, once well-endowed alpha males had deposited it in their vagina. Although I had never confessed it in front of Nishma or Reshma, they both understood this latent need of mine. Another aspect that I fantasized most was Nishma passionately kissing such men and submitting to them wholeheartedly. The older and uglier the men, the more it excited me. Hence, Nishma's choice of Ratan, Ratan's father, and my Uncle was immensely satisfying.

Even more importantly, however, was my subtle need to have my wife both sexually and romantically involved with other partners. Nishma understood this instantly and flirted with my Uncle and allowed him to court her in my presence or with utter disregard to my presence. Nishma and Reshma exploited it to the fullest extent the night as Ratan took advantage of my fiancé in my presence in the car. I was aware of her episodes with her paramour's but none, except Ratan, knew about my tacit approval.

The moment Nishma swapped saliva with the cheap looking thug in the temple, I knew that my life would be anything but ordinary. I learned about Nishma's fascination with anal openings on that very same day.

Reshma started her gentle stroking motion, once my sphincter muscles got used to. I hated to admit it but her actions were pleasurable. I let her continue her verbal monologue and stroking as I started licking her anus. Both Reshma and Nishma loved this and never dissuaded me from licking their behinds.

"You know," she continued, "Nishma is human after all and is sure to have off-days."

"This preparation would help you then. Such men often need relief, no matter what, and all that takes is a soft, warm-hole."

Reshma enveloped the tip of penis in her mouth but didn't try to make contact with her tongue. Instinctively, I tried to push it in, but she firmly held up her elbow blocking my movement and with the other hand she gave my testicles a firm squeeze. Reshma increased the tempo pretty quickly and soon started tonguing the tip of my penis.

"Nishma will ravage this hole," she muttered and I felt the same pleasurable sensations I had felt when Nishma manhandled me the first time and moments later I sputtered my semen in her warm mouth. Reshma pursed her lips and let me unload in her mouth. Once I climaxed, she finally let me enjoy the comfort of her mouth and sucked on my penis until finally it fully deflated.

"I am hungry," she said, after letting go of me. We tidied up soon after that and I headed downstairs to the kitchen to grab some food for her. It was perhaps 2:00 in the morning, so everyone was fast asleep. After returning to the room, I found Reshma sitting up and reading a book. Upon careful inspection, I realized that she had pried up some books from my smut collection.

"Reshma what are you doing?" I quickly placed the plate on the bed stand and tried to grab the book away from her hand.

"Calm down," she said, giving me a stern look.

"Close the door, if you don't want anyone to see and hear about it.

As I had mentioned earlier, I had my private collections of such stories, mostly in my native language that I frequently read. Reshma carefully paged through my favorite magazines that had lust filled stories of illicit affairs. She had flipped to the interesting ones that I preferred reading. She discerned it by the pages that were folded at the corners. Reshma was amused with my collection.

"Tell me which one is your favorite?" she asked

"Reshma this is not right?" I interjected.

"Come on, after all we have done, this is nothing," she said.

"We are lovers already. Aren't we?"

"Come here," she said, handing me the magazine she was holding in her hand.

"Why don't you read them to me while I eat?"

Hesitantly I sat there and looked at the ones that she had opened and finally picked up a couple of them that had left a lasting impression on me. It was evident from the delicate nature of those papers and how carefully I tried to preserve them by keeping them secure in plastic sheets in a file.

"Come here, I love you so much," she said and pulled me back on the bed. She sat behind me, straddling my waist and urged me to read them.

"I will stroke you slowly as you read," she said.

Even though it was late in the night, she was rapt with attention as I leafed through those dirty stories. Those stories were about the husbands who wished that their wives were sluts and entertained other men. The circumstances were different, the social surroundings were different and even the geographical location of these couples were different. The wife was usually young and beautiful but her lovers were much older than her and were usually closely associated with the husband's family. Almost all the stories from my prized folder featured wives who were sexually promiscuous and surrendered to men of husband's family or a very close relative in the name of keeping it in the family. Some wives even slept with servants. Interestingly, none of the men were below 40 and most wives were below the age of 30. Wives were an epitome of beauty but their lovers were nothing but ordinary, except in the department of making love. More often than not they were better equipped than the husband and took better advantage of wife's vulnerabilities.

Reshma was surprised but not shocked with my collection. Everything seemed to fit nicely after she heard those stories. Even though she was familiar with the tradition for a while, she seemed surprised by those lust filled stories. The stories were just a series of letters written by mostly husband's who were trying to make sense of their own cuckold tendencies. A few were written by women and most if not all were pure cuckold stories where the husband either encouraged his wife or learned about her infidelities and later accepted it reluctantly or tacitly. Given that these were letters; they hailed from well-educated families, so probably from reasonably well-to-do families as well. There were probably over two dozen stories but only half-a-dozen were my absolute favorites. These were also the stories where the author wrote multiple letters to the magazines, explaining further on their stories.


Interestingly, in all the stories the women either got pregnant from their lovers or at least gave their lovers a fair chance to impregnate them. In my favorite stories, the women got pregnant from their lovers several times. It was clear that the husbands approved of it either explicitly or tacitly.

Later in the night Reshma let me take her anally. It was a satisfying experience for both of us.

The next morning both of us got up a little late. Reshma busied herself with proceedings at home while I eagerly looked forward to my new life. My mother told me that I would have to make a visit to my Uncle's place soon since they won't join us for the wedding due to Aunt's ailing health. We had planned for a short honeymoon at a nearby hill station, so she was letting me know about what to expect soon after we return. She also told me that I would be visiting them often now that I had to oversee our business in that region. It would also allow us some time away from the hustle-bustle of city life and hopefully should allow us to bond with each other. When I mentioned the condition of the house, she immediately told that repair work was in progress to address those issues. A little later when I had a private moment, I shared it with Reshma.

"I know," she said, "Nishma's periods have just started, so she would be in the middle of her fertile period by the time of your visit."

"What?"

"I thought..." I said, but she interrupted me, "Don't worry, Nishma has given enough thought to it already. Uncle is the real bull to inseminate your wife. That's precisely why your Mother is arranging for your visit at the perfect time."

I was pleasantly surprised. Although, I felt Ratan's seed would be perfect, I knew that such things were done as per the tradition, otherwise things could go awry.

Reshma lead me to the ceremony earlier than originally planned, on the pretext of getting me ready. Both the sisters had planned a surprise for me and made sure that both the rooms had sufficient privacy. Only Nishma's trusted maid guarded the rooms. The two rooms allocated to the bride and groom were at the top of the building with two different accesses from outside; apart from the main access from inside. The outside access for both our rooms was blocked, so the only main access was from inside, which was closely guarded by her maid servant. There was a passage from the bathrooms that was usually locked but in our case both Nishma and Reshma had kept the doors unlocked. The ceremony was scheduled to start in about two hours when Reshma lead me inside the bathroom and carefully pushing the dividing door, she led me into adjacent bathroom. And there I found my beautiful, practically naked wife prancing around the room, arranging items to get ready. She was wearing a blouse and a petticoat that sat much below her navel, practically hanging on her waist. She had taken a shower only a few minutes ago perhaps as I sensed from the warm, humid air in her bathroom. Nishma was looking stunningly gorgeous as her skin practically shone against the warm light that was flooding the room from the windows. In walked an old gentleman as Nishma hurriedly arranged her clothes. Just a brief glance at him confirmed that he was Ratan's father. He was tall, perhaps a couple of inches shorter than Ratan but had a similar built, except that his old age was showing now; he was 58 at that time. He had a huge belly just like Ratan but it showed more on him. His hair was all grey, and he looked stately with his demeanor. His simple attire, a long Khameez with a simple white trousers below gave away that he was a man of authority. His dark complexion reminded me of Ratan and even his gray hair only attenuated his dark skin complexion.

"Mamanji," said Nishma as she tried to cover her nakedness. "Mamanji," meant Uncle and was usually used to address one's father-in-law.

He silently turned around and bolted the door before walking towards her. Nishma seemed genuinely surprised, so I whispered into Reshma's ear, "did you arrange for it?" She nodded and requested that I keep my mouth shut.

"Buckle yourself," she whispered into my ear, "he is a true bull and knows how to ravage pretty, young women."

Nishma didn't resist him and surrendered herself to him. He firmly took her in his arms and planted his lips on hers. She kissed him passionately, leaning into him and letting him take charge fully. His massive hands were pawing her butt as their mouths were practically glued to each other. Nishma was only an inch or two shorter than him so their matching looked very good. The room was dark due to all the curtains drawn in; except in the area just opposite to the bathroom where the window let in a lot of light. Fortunately, he quickly led her to the window to inspect her beauty.

"Mamanji," she hurriedly said, "this is risky; someone might catch us. Besides, didn't we agree not to meet until after my marriage?"

"Nishma," he said, "after your marriage you would have your own bull; don't know how many opportunities I will get, so thought of taking advantage of you now."

"Mamanji," she replied, "opportunities would be limited, but they surely would be there;don't worry about it."

"Now, please go," she said without making any attempt to extricate herself. He didn't budge, so she pleaded again, "Mamanji I just took a shower. It's my marriage today."

"You are looking beautiful Nishma," he said.

"Thank you Mamanji, it's the very same me," she said blushing.

"If age was on my side, I wouldn't even let my son have you," he said, pulling her in. The stark contrast in their complexions looked so inviting. Nishma was looking heavenly in the filtered sunlight.

"You are so selfish Mamanji," she quipped, blushing profusely.

"Nishma one thing has nagged me," he hesitantly said, "do you ever regretting starting an affair with me?"

Nishma looked nervous for a moment and asked, "Why Mamanji?"

"It's just that I sometimes feel guilty if it was the right thing?"

"You are unnecessarily fretting over it Mamanji," she said.

"What we did was completely natural and between two consenting adults," she added.

"Mamanji you are my first love," she said looking into his eyes.

"I used to think that Bahuji was my first love but now I know that you were always my first."

"It was only your guidance that made me realize my true purpose and only because of you I was successful in finding the most suitable husband for myself."

"Mamanji I was even ready for it much earlier. You of all the men understood it better than any. If it weren't for Reshma then we could have started earlier," she added.

Reshma told me earlier that there was an amazing chemistry between her father-in-law and Nishma. They looked so much in love that I felt that Nishma would be successful in having similar chemistry with my Uncle as well.

"My marriage doesn't change any of what we have," she continued.

"It's true that my duties towards my bull would be foremost but that shouldn't prohibit us from occasionally indulging ourselves."

"Didn't you teach me that when an alpha approaches, it is the duty of the woman to yield; almost instantly."

"Right Mamanji."

His face seemed radiant as his student raved about his teachings. Some of what he taught her had taken root in her mind.

"And I shall abide by it; as long as the time and circumstance is right, I would never turn away an alpha."

I was a little perplexed with what she was saying. I thought usually a family had one alpha and in some cases a couple of them but why would she surrender to an alpha of an entirely different family. From a traditional perspective it would have been unnatural to do so.

"Even though both the timing and circumstances aren't right," she said, giving him a sultry gaze, "I just can't resist but let you have your way with me."

The old codger now was fully enamored by her. He pulled her into his arms and holding her tightly planted his lips on hers. Nishma playfully resisted him for a moment and then let him push his tongue into her mouth. Nishma eagerly sucked on his tongue and held him lovingly as he explored her half-naked body. His hands gave her butt a good squeeze; Nishma lifted one of her legs to enable even better contact between their pelvis. Reshma had remarked previous night that these old men were very much into kissing and since both Nishma and herself were completely into it, they were eager in pursuing the younger ones such as Reshma and Nishma.

We were in the times when televisions had just entered our lives in India, and western influence was still limited. Still, the younger generation was introduced to french kissing through print and movies and the effect of it was visible. Nishma kissed me with the same passion but I didn't expect her to indulge these men with similar fervor. Kissing is an intimate act; even more intimate than oral sex. Older generation wasn't as particular about oral hygiene as we were, so such an act was surprising. Not to mention these men had ugly habit of chewing tobacco and smoking. My Uncle didn't have many vices apart from bedding other men's wives, though. Ratan too was a non-smoker, but he was a heavy drinker and his father while didn't smoke did chew tobacco occasionally and consumed alcohol regularly.

Inside, I saw Nishma's kissing getting more and more aggressive. Ratan's father was only a couple of inches taller than her, so it was more of a level playing field. Copious amounts of saliva was exchanged as they continued with their deep but leisurely kissing. Even with Ratan I hadn't noticed such chemistry. After about 5 minutes, she finally knelt down in front of him and promptly pulled out his semi-flaccid penis. She eagerly started sucking on his penis and licked and sucked on his nuts. His penis was long and thick but didn't seem as rigid as Ratan's or my Uncles. Nishma acted like a subservient slut, licking and sucking his genitals as if it was god's gift to her. And if that wasn't enough, she turned him around and pushed her tongue into the dark crevice, tonguing his anus. I was amazed to see how much Nishma was willing to do for this old man.

After his penis finally swelled to its full proportions, Nishma promptly stood up and sheathed his penis with a condom. I felt good, noticing that she was taking precautions but soon I was dismayed to find him aiming for her anus, instead of her pussy.

Nishma groaned in pain as his penis finally made past her sphincter muscles but it didn't take much time for her to get adjusted to his strokes. In fact, in only 3 minutes, Nishma's moans confirmed that she was enjoying it. Occasionally her groans returned, but she was inching towards her climax. Nishma was furiously massaging her vulva to stimulate herself further and the effect was clear. Only into the 6th minutes, she shuddered with her orgasm, which only prodded him to rapidly stroke her. Despite his age, he seemed quite adept at the task and with unabated breath continued pumping her. Nishma's moans were softer and less audible as she let him have his way with her. Surprisingly, he didn't stop and neither did they change position. It seemed like a normal session for them. He played with her breasts and pulled on them aggressively but Nishma didn't complain much and endured it. After about 14 minutes, he showed signs of cumming and with a final push he unloaded his semen in the condom. They took a minute or so to catch their breaths but soon after that she knelt in front of him and carefully unrolled condom from his penis. Even in that spent state his penis looked longer and thicker than mine when it is fully erect. I finally started understanding that there was no way in this life I would able to pleasure my wife with my equipment; I had to find creative ways to appease her. Nishma cleaned up his spent penis with her mouth for a minute and cleaned his penis with a rag. She carefully tied his pajamas and lead him out of the room as he whispered his sweet nothings and after gently kissing on her cheek, he stepped out of the room.

Nishma bolted the door and rushed to the bathroom but was stunned by my presence in the bathroom and was on the verge of screaming but somehow managed to control herself. She regained her composure but shriveled in embarrassment for a moment. She stepped confidently and pulling me in her arms, confidently planted her lips on mine. As I parted my lips, the pungent odor of semen assailed through my nostrils. I was sucking on the tongue that was only a few minutes ago was invading that old man's asshole. Even though she only gulped the remnants and didn't unload the condom into her mouth, I could still taste the bitter, rancid taste of his semen.

Breaking her kiss, she whispered, "I love you."

"And I know it sounds odd," she added, "but I do love you and want to spend my whole life with you."

"What about Ratan's father then?" I asked.

"And Ratan?"

"Come on Adwait, what do you want me to say?"

"You need them to keep me happy, right?"

"I guess," I said smiling.

"Did you watch it?"

"How did you know?"

"Reshma lead me here," I said.

"So, it's all her doing," she muttered.

"Are you happy?"

"I have had sex with two of my lovers — only my new lover hasn't tasted me fully yet," she said.

"It will surely leave a mark on our lives," I said.

"Adwait are you wearing it?" she asked, lowering her voice.

"What?"

She was silent for a moment and as it struck me what she was asking, I nodded. She smiled and whispered into my ear, "we will have a lot of fun on our honeymoon. I have procured perfect equipment that we can use."

"What?"

"You shall see," she said, "and by the way, your penis is not getting anywhere near my pussy until your Uncle knocks me up."

"So, if you don't want your celibacy to last for too long, please make arrangements for me to spend quality time with your Uncle," she added.

We soon separated as the time for the marriage ceremony was fast approaching. Nishma had to take another bath to freshen herself again. I too cleaned myself up and pondered over my future life. As I was about to step outside of the bathroom, there was a light knock on the door.

"Who is it I asked?"

"Pooja," came the reply. It was my sister-in-law; my cousin's wife, who only few days ago met my Uncle for an afternoon of sex. I wondered what she may want from me. I carefully opened the door and asked her, "What happened?"

Pooja was 8-10 years elder to me; her physique showed signs of a well-used and well-bred woman, having given birth to two children but still she was attractive. She shushed me and stepped closer to me. Holding my hands in hers, she leaned forward to whisper into my ear, "I have come to congratulate you."

"Thank you but why are you whispering?" I asked.

"So that I am close to you and no one can hear us."

It didn't make much sense to me as she was in my room and the modern spying devices hadn't invaded normal people's lives yet. She pushed me inside the bathroom and hugged me. She carefully led my hands to her waist and urging me to lean forward whispered into my ear, "I wish your brother was as brave as you are."

"It wouldn't have changed my fate significantly but at least it would offer me some comfort."

"What are you talking about?"

"Don't act. Aren't you furthering the tradition?"

"What?" Who told you that?"

"Relax," she tried to console me and moved in to kiss me. There was some resistance from me but it didn't take much effort from her to coax me into a kiss. Her kiss was different from Nishma and Reshma's. While she parted her lips and played with my tongue, she didn't try to kiss me deeply. She cupped my bulge and gave it a gentle squeeze.

"Nishma is very lucky and so are you," she said, breaking the kiss.

"I rue my fate sometimes," she softly whispered.

"Neither is he a considerate, loving husband nor is he good in bed. He is only a good provider," she added.

"He is utterly jealous; even though he knows that he is not the Casanova that he thinks he is," she continued.

"It was only out of mercy your Uncle mounted me; to shower me the gifts that no newly wedded bride should be deprived of. He couldn't bear the melancholy face of the new daughter-in-law."

"Trust me, I didn't like him much. With him, everything is off; his looks, his complexion; his status; his hygiene. He was never one of us," she explained.

"And when he mounted me, he literally proved that he wasn't one of us. If you were a woman, you would fully comprehend it. I shouldn't complain; you are far more considerate than my husband anyway."

"When a woman marries and steps into your life," she said.

"Her intention is to leave everything behind and start anew with the expectation that she would get much more happiness in her new life with her new family."

"However, life is far from perfect. Every person in the new family has expectations from the new bride forgetting that she too has her own desires and aspirations."

"After being married for more than a decade, I have learned that substantial doses of sex take care of most problems, if not all."

"And this is where the tradition helped our ancestors," she said.

"A sexually satisfied woman can do wonders to one's family," she added.

"You are joking right?"

"It's not true for everyone," she replied smiling, "but for a young woman with high sex drive this is very much true."

"The most important thing, however, is their willingness to surrender themselves to their own carnal needs and the needs of real men in their life."

"You don't seem convinced," she said, realizing that I was more puzzled by her weird talk. Pooja had been a shy and reticent woman and had never given unwarranted advice to anyone and definitely not on such topics. She looked at me lovingly and kissed me softly on my lips again.

"You both are special," she said, "and given that Nishma is playing a pivotal role in our family, it makes sense for us; me and Reshma; to help her in any possible way."

"Pooja do you mind if I ask you something personal?" I asked, interrupting her. She wasn't surprised to see me getting involved in her monologue.

"When did your affair start with Uncle?"

"It's not an affair Adwait," she said, "I don't even like him."

"Really? Then how did you..." I said and stopped abruptly. She was silent for several moments and then said, "I don't quite know but it had to do a lot with your brothers inability to pleasure me and even more importantly his inability to impregnate me."

Pooja was circumspect on this issue but as we gained mutual trust over the next several years, it was clear what happened. Pooja wasn't necessarily attracted to my Uncle, but she found him to be an amiable person and perhaps the only man with whom she was comfortable. As the rumors of Uncle's sexual prowess spread among the woman folks in our family, she too learned about his majestic equipment. Her sex life wasn't stellar, which she didn't quite mind but that she wasn't able to conceive bothered her immensely. As a normal woman would do, she revolted the first time and didn't yield to him easily. However, as any woman who isn't tremendously afraid of social consequences and fond of sex would attest that there comes a threshold after which rationality takes a back seat and animalistic needs take a front seat. She recollected fondly how quickly she reached her first orgasm; even before she could comprehend the size of his equipment. This happened almost a decade ago when she was visiting Uncle's place along with her mother-in-law and the stay got extended for over 3-4 days; the visit itself was strategically planned right in the middle of her fertile period.

It was blatantly obvious that the real purpose was for my Uncle to breed Pooja. He didn't disappoint and fucked her countless time during that brief stay. She claimed even her honeymoon was not a third as intense as her stay with him was. He lusted for her nonstop and courted her eve in the presence of her mother-in-law and made love to her in broad day light for hours while her mother-in-law was in the next room. Pooja boarded her flight with his seed firmly planted in her womb.


Pooja never fancied him and wouldn't want to associate with him anywhere but the bedroom and even then she liked it when she was sexually involved with him. It was clear to her that he was truly an Adonis and deserved much more respect and love but her inhibited upbringing didn't allow her to put him on a pedestal. Over the years, she became more willing and indulged him often but still she didn't crave for him as much as Nishma did. Her mother-in-law, while initially receptive to this idea, didn't allow her to mingle with him. It seemed she was the reason Pooja moved abroad in the first place. Pooja did resent much of this initially as she wasn't really comfortable sleeping with him both due to her own guilt and her inhibitions. However, as she got older, she realized that she lost a splendid opportunity of getting serviced with such an adept bull. She was happy that Nishma was not hesitant like her and intended to fully exploit the opportunities presented to her.

Coming back to that day, Pooja, said, "Adwait, don't commit the mistake that your brother committed. Nishma is such a beautiful, young, and well-developed woman that only a man of your Uncle's stature can do justice to her. Don't insist on apportioning her charms equally; if at all, let him have an unfair share. Nishma would want it and even mother nature would have warranted it."

"Are you following what I am saying?"

"Nishma is fit for the queen of queens role, you know," she said. There was a hint of hesitation or was it resentment.

"What is that?" I asked.

"You shall learn soon," she quickly responded and added, "it is important that you love her, keep her happy, and never ever mistrust her or second guess her judgment. The most important thing to do is not to waste her youthful years. Uncle will make her pregnant in almost no time but the passion she has to conceive today may diminish once she undergoes the rigors of giving birth and raising a child. Hence, you need to assuage her concerns and urge her to conceive as many times as possible. Don't restrict yourself to your Uncle though; two are enough. Anyway after 3-4 years she will not have the same attraction for him."

"Ratan, Reshma's husband seems like a good candidate to me," she said.

"I thought the tradition was to have only one alpha?"

Pooja cocked her head and looked at me strangely. There were a few moments of pensive silence, and then she asked, "You don't know much about it, do you?"

"What do you mean?" I rudely asked.

"I mean," she said, composing herself and her thoughts, "you do know what your mother is planning for, right?"

Her voice was rather mellow and her tone rather insidious. She felt that I was nervous and surprised with what she was about to share.

"I didn't mean to spill the beans. All I was saying is that Nishma is special in many ways. One of them is clearly having such a considerate husband. It would be such a waste of her beauty, her youth, and the opportunity she has if she observed the sanctity of such a tradition in literal terms."

"Just like your Uncle and Ratan there are many Alpha males in our community. Some well-recognized and others not so well-known. They would make good suitors for Nishma; if not now then in the future. It is essential that she bonds with the alpha male before she conceives from him. Children of love are preferable to products of sex."

My head was spinning by all of Pooja's talk. She led me to the bed and made me sit down and knelt in front of me and softly whispered, "there is no need for you to fret over it. Nishma will explain it to you over time. Just trust her instincts."

"And don't worry about your pleasure — believe it or not, you will get an opportunity to sleep with a lot of women."

"You must be kidding," I said dejectedly.

"No, I mean it," she said, trying to console me.

"Look she said, you have already tasted Reshma and soon you shall savor me. And the maid at your Uncle's place should give you company at times of need. Besides, there are plenty of women who will spend time with you. Trust me," she said.

We didn't talk much. Pooja proceeded to give me a blow job as she promised. She was an ordinary woman in many respects and apart from the novelty, there was no real pleasure I derived from her act. Even though I felt that she would let me ejaculate in her mouth, she didn't and at the right time, she separated herself and let me ejaculate into a rag that she had already arranged for at the outset. The awkwardness in our mannerisms soon returned, and she soon bid me goodbye.

The ceremony was long and arduous but Nishma made it pleasant as she constantly kept me on the edge by whispering into my ear, small tidbits about her past, present, and future — all of it of course ensured that I maintained a stiff erection.

She would whisper, how slutty she felt taking the vows while her first lover's semen was running down her butt. How every time she locked her eyes with one of her lovers, there would be a smirk on their faces. The most important, however, was the feeling of immense gratitude she seemed to have towards me for letting her live the life she had always dreamed of. She would point to the men she was willing to sleep as a beginning to our married life. Just as Reshma had predicted, she favored middle-aged or elderly men.

Our honeymoon was everything but ordinary. We had agreed that I would refrain from intercourse until she was comfortably pregnant with my Uncle's child, so she had procured a dildo with a harness from somewhere. I was shocked to see the equipment but reluctantly submitted to her to make our honeymoon a memorable experience. Even though I didn't think I would enjoy the experience, it was a rather pleasurable experience. Nishma and I agreed that it would be a secret between the two of us and something that we would indulge in sparingly. Nishma was sex-crazed the whole week, she would approach me for sex several times during the day and night, which only meant me performing oral on her. She refused to take my penis in her mouth and steadfastly re-iterated that until Uncle had sown his seeds, no such relief would be provided to me. Although a couple of times, she licked and sucked my testicles, as she described how big and potent my Uncle's testicles were in comparison to mine. As a ritual, every night she mounted me and didn't stop until my penis would spew its semen without any other form of manipulation. Nishma in the passing mentioned that this experience would come in handy in special situations but didn't belabor the point. It bothered me that I was able to derive so much pleasure from getting "pegged," as it more appropriately known today. Nishma was a big woman, so it helped me to experience what Nishma experienced when other men such Ratan and his father mounted Nishma.

Nishma was tight-lipped about the tradition and didn't encourage me when I asked questions. Instead, she clarified that her understanding was that she was to make my Uncle her love and sex interest and give him as many opportunities as possible to impregnate her. If I didn't believe her, then she urged me to simply watch the actions of people around us.