18-04-2019, 11:50 AM
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PART9
Rohit had done it again: pushed my button. I really should have just admitted it and walked away with my tail (or dick) between my legs. But, I don't know if it was masochism or simply sheer stupidity, I took an indefensible and idiotic position.
"Rohit, you've proved nothing. Mansi was out last with her friends Kavita and Sulochona. I know it for a fact. You have no evidence that you nailed Mansi, other than the fact that you sat at home and called my phone number late last night. The fact that you know how to dial my phone number proves nothing."
Rohit was honestly taken aback by my vigorous defense. After a moment, he just shook his head incredulously and laughed. "Okay, if proof is what you want, proof is what you'll get."
As we parted, Rohit was still smiling and shaking his head. On the other hand, I was kicking myself. What had I done?! I'd just invited Rohit to go after Mansi again! As I continued to marvel at my incredible gaff, I began to suspect that my subconscious may have played a very significant role in my actions. Indeed, I could feel my cock swell as I considered the prospect of a return engagement between Rohit and Mansi.
The next week, Mansi asked for another night out." This time she was going to attend one of her college friend Dipika’s Birthday party. Of course, I had to agree. This time she dressed in a more provocative manner: a black silk slip dress, no bra (something I'd never seen Mansi do before) and I think she was wearing black thong panties (to my knowledge Mansi didn't own any underwear of this type). Mansi concocted no alibi this time; rather she simply kissed me on the cheek and said not to wait up.
After the kids were asleep, I drank three pegs of whiskey and retired to my bed sans clothes. With absolutely no sense of personal dignity, I fondled and sniffed Mansi's cum soaked panties while imagining the salacious things that she and Rohit must be doing at that very moment. I stroked myself to at least two good climaxes before falling asleep.
Even in my dreams, I saw Mansi's slender legs wrapped around Rohit's torso, bucking frantically as he battered her crotch repeatedly with his thick, erect penis. Just as I heard Mansi moaning in orgasm in my dream, and visualized Rohit's balls tightening and shooting their load into Mansi's convulsing cunt, a piercing sound returned me to consciousness. It was the phone.
In an almost Pavlovian manner, I sat up in bed on the first ring. With the second ring, I regained my orientation. The third ring brought a tingling sensation to my testicles and nipples. The fourth ring triggered another eruption from my dick. Then there was only silence as my semen pooled on my belly and I looked over to see the clock radiate 12:49 PM.
When I heard Mansi come in about 15 minutes later, I wondered what Rohit's idea of proof might be. Mansi staggered into the bedroom. She pulled her slip dress over her head. While the only light source was the LED on our alarm clock, I could tell that she had no panties on.
"Damn," I thought. No chance for a fresh source of masturbatory smells.
Then, to my surprise, Mansi just climbed into bed naked, without taking a shower or putting on a nightgown. I could smell alcohol on her breath and, I think, Rohit's cologne in her hair. She rolled over towards me, and kissed me, deeply thrusting her in my mouth. Her lips were loose and her saliva flowed freely all over my cheeks and chin. Mansi had never kissed me in such a wanton and messy fashion before. The taste of alcohol was unmistakable, but mixed in were flavors with which I was unfamiliar. I don't know if it was the alcohol, but when Mansi finally withdrew her lips, my face was coated with a sticky and slimy residue.
Before I could fully assess the situation, Mansi grabbed the back of my hair with both hands and forcefully guided my head underneath the sheets. My cheek brushed her left nipple which was erect and harder than I'd ever experienced. Mansi kept pushing my head until I was between her legs. This was quite out of the norm; Mansi had never demanded oral sex before. If I went down on her, it was always at my instigation.
There I was in the darkness, under the covers. For all intents and purposes, I was blind. Yet, my other senses were heightened. The aroma emanating from Mansi's crotch was pungent. It was the same odor I remembered from her soiled panties, only intensified. There were squishing sounds coming from her pussy, and every so often, a little "fart" of air would escape.
Impatiently, Mansi ground my face into her groin. I could feel a hot, slimy, sticky pool of fluids soaking her pubic hair and cradled by the folds of her spread labia. Instinctively, I opened my mouth and extended my tongue into the void between her thighs. The opening to Mansi's vagina was enormous. It seemed wide enough to consume my nose, mouth and chin. My tongue caught a huge glob of the flow which oozed from her cunt. The strong taste was foreign to me: tart and salty with a tinge of the musky flavor of Mansi's vaginal juices.
Now there was no denying it. I was swallowing the semen Rohit's cock had deposited deep in my wife's pussy. Common sense, Indian morality and years of heterosexuality dictated that I should be revolted. But, my rigid dick and throbbing prostate said otherwise. With a fervor, I began tonguing Mansi's swollen and distended labia lips seeking to savor the remnants that had already escaped from her cunt. I sucked what seemed like an endless stream of semen from the depths of her vagina. All the while Mansi moaned and rocked her pelvis against my jaw. I heard myself whimpering with satisfaction as if I were a suckling infant taking nourishment from a mother's tit.
(TO BE CONTINUED)
Rohit had done it again: pushed my button. I really should have just admitted it and walked away with my tail (or dick) between my legs. But, I don't know if it was masochism or simply sheer stupidity, I took an indefensible and idiotic position.
"Rohit, you've proved nothing. Mansi was out last with her friends Kavita and Sulochona. I know it for a fact. You have no evidence that you nailed Mansi, other than the fact that you sat at home and called my phone number late last night. The fact that you know how to dial my phone number proves nothing."
Rohit was honestly taken aback by my vigorous defense. After a moment, he just shook his head incredulously and laughed. "Okay, if proof is what you want, proof is what you'll get."
As we parted, Rohit was still smiling and shaking his head. On the other hand, I was kicking myself. What had I done?! I'd just invited Rohit to go after Mansi again! As I continued to marvel at my incredible gaff, I began to suspect that my subconscious may have played a very significant role in my actions. Indeed, I could feel my cock swell as I considered the prospect of a return engagement between Rohit and Mansi.
The next week, Mansi asked for another night out." This time she was going to attend one of her college friend Dipika’s Birthday party. Of course, I had to agree. This time she dressed in a more provocative manner: a black silk slip dress, no bra (something I'd never seen Mansi do before) and I think she was wearing black thong panties (to my knowledge Mansi didn't own any underwear of this type). Mansi concocted no alibi this time; rather she simply kissed me on the cheek and said not to wait up.
After the kids were asleep, I drank three pegs of whiskey and retired to my bed sans clothes. With absolutely no sense of personal dignity, I fondled and sniffed Mansi's cum soaked panties while imagining the salacious things that she and Rohit must be doing at that very moment. I stroked myself to at least two good climaxes before falling asleep.
Even in my dreams, I saw Mansi's slender legs wrapped around Rohit's torso, bucking frantically as he battered her crotch repeatedly with his thick, erect penis. Just as I heard Mansi moaning in orgasm in my dream, and visualized Rohit's balls tightening and shooting their load into Mansi's convulsing cunt, a piercing sound returned me to consciousness. It was the phone.
In an almost Pavlovian manner, I sat up in bed on the first ring. With the second ring, I regained my orientation. The third ring brought a tingling sensation to my testicles and nipples. The fourth ring triggered another eruption from my dick. Then there was only silence as my semen pooled on my belly and I looked over to see the clock radiate 12:49 PM.
When I heard Mansi come in about 15 minutes later, I wondered what Rohit's idea of proof might be. Mansi staggered into the bedroom. She pulled her slip dress over her head. While the only light source was the LED on our alarm clock, I could tell that she had no panties on.
"Damn," I thought. No chance for a fresh source of masturbatory smells.
Then, to my surprise, Mansi just climbed into bed naked, without taking a shower or putting on a nightgown. I could smell alcohol on her breath and, I think, Rohit's cologne in her hair. She rolled over towards me, and kissed me, deeply thrusting her in my mouth. Her lips were loose and her saliva flowed freely all over my cheeks and chin. Mansi had never kissed me in such a wanton and messy fashion before. The taste of alcohol was unmistakable, but mixed in were flavors with which I was unfamiliar. I don't know if it was the alcohol, but when Mansi finally withdrew her lips, my face was coated with a sticky and slimy residue.
Before I could fully assess the situation, Mansi grabbed the back of my hair with both hands and forcefully guided my head underneath the sheets. My cheek brushed her left nipple which was erect and harder than I'd ever experienced. Mansi kept pushing my head until I was between her legs. This was quite out of the norm; Mansi had never demanded oral sex before. If I went down on her, it was always at my instigation.
There I was in the darkness, under the covers. For all intents and purposes, I was blind. Yet, my other senses were heightened. The aroma emanating from Mansi's crotch was pungent. It was the same odor I remembered from her soiled panties, only intensified. There were squishing sounds coming from her pussy, and every so often, a little "fart" of air would escape.
Impatiently, Mansi ground my face into her groin. I could feel a hot, slimy, sticky pool of fluids soaking her pubic hair and cradled by the folds of her spread labia. Instinctively, I opened my mouth and extended my tongue into the void between her thighs. The opening to Mansi's vagina was enormous. It seemed wide enough to consume my nose, mouth and chin. My tongue caught a huge glob of the flow which oozed from her cunt. The strong taste was foreign to me: tart and salty with a tinge of the musky flavor of Mansi's vaginal juices.
Now there was no denying it. I was swallowing the semen Rohit's cock had deposited deep in my wife's pussy. Common sense, Indian morality and years of heterosexuality dictated that I should be revolted. But, my rigid dick and throbbing prostate said otherwise. With a fervor, I began tonguing Mansi's swollen and distended labia lips seeking to savor the remnants that had already escaped from her cunt. I sucked what seemed like an endless stream of semen from the depths of her vagina. All the while Mansi moaned and rocked her pelvis against my jaw. I heard myself whimpering with satisfaction as if I were a suckling infant taking nourishment from a mother's tit.
(TO BE CONTINUED)
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