23-04-2019, 04:29 PM
DIARY OF A CUCKOLD HUSBAND
PART33
Both of us went to bed exhausted after our marathon session. The word 'cuckold' resonated in my ears several times as I fell asleep. In the morning she admitted that she was almost in her fertile week but probably couple of days away from entering the peak period.
The next morning just before we parted our ways for the next days journey, Mansi hugged me and quickly whispered, "Don't be too late, I should have more stuff to feed you."
I didn't disappoint her. The ride was much pleasant and leisurely compared to the previous days ride. In fact, we were supposed to return back to our original camps for lunch, as we were just sight seeing in that area. I reached much earlier that day for lunch, a little ahead of other folks. At the camp, people decided to take a little break before having their lunch as it was mostly deserted. I carefully walked towards our tent not sure what to expect. When I heard soft moans and grunts of Mansi outside our tent, I knew I was too early. They seemed to be in the last act and pretty soon Rahul ejaculated inside her. I couldn't hear much of their conversation as the tent was fairly sound proof. Mansi dressed up before Rahul left as she still wasn't expecting me. I surprised her as soon as Rahul was out of sight. We kissed each other frantically right as soon as we shut the door close.
"I am practically dripping with his stuff," she said as she led me to our bed. I was stunned when I saw the state of her pussy in the day light. It was visibly distended and bright red in color and was full of his semen. She had another orgasm as I lapped her up and cleaned her completely. Mansi, however, didn't let me have intercourse with her as I didn't have any condoms left. She offered to fellate me instead and gave me one of her best blow jobs. As expected she didn't let me flood her mouth but instead let me ejaculate in her kerchief. As we parted our ways for the afternoon ride, I realized that there were no more condoms and perhaps that was the reason why she insisted on five condoms last night. I remember that in some of our earlier sessions she had hinted at the possibility of offering exclusive access to Rahul during her fertile period. She was, perhaps, just exercising that fantasy of hers. Having relieved myself, I admired beautiful sights and monuments that afternoon.
Mansi again spent most of her evening with Rahul and not surprisingly quite a few of our fellow tourists believed she was his wife. I observed that Mansi was acting a little more affectionately than usual and I even saw them kissing in the darkness between two tents. The entertainment program ended quickly as there was another star gazing program that night. I soon joined Mansi inside our tent, where she immediately pounced on me. The star gazing program was supposed to start in about half an hour; so we had some time to indulge in a little session. She was in a hot mood and spent a lot of time kissing while stroking my penis, which seemed to become a norm.
"Are you certain you wouldn't mind raising Rahul's kid?" she asked breaking the kiss.
"Almost," I replied trying not to disappoint her.
"If you are not sure," she said, "then maybe I should start using the spermicidal and perhaps resume my pills once we get back.
"I didn't say that," I interrupted.
"You have to be honest," she urged me.
"Well, is it going to stop at just one?" I asked a rhetorical question.
"It is not going stop until I deliver Rohini's share as well," she chuckled.
"I knew if this continued we would be forced to make difficult decisions."
"You have already opened the can of worms!"
Rohini warned me about the possibility of having to raise Rahul's children. Rahul would have certainly expected two children from Mansi and I had already resigned to that fate of mine. It seemed, Mansi was aware of Rohini's grand plans and perhaps even tacitly supported her. I couldn't blame Mansi, though, after all, it was her who had terminated the arrangement.
"What are you suggesting?" I asked her earnestly.
"Rahul isn't quite sure if he would get ample opportunities with me," she started.
"So, he would try to impregnate me as soon as an opportunity arises.
"If he is assured that he would get two children for sure from me then he would be willing to plan for them," she said.
"What are you saying?" I asked her to be clear.
"I am saying we let Rahul impregnate me with the first one or the first two ones and then you take a third one," she clarified.
"How do you propose to do that?" I asked.
"Leave it to me!"
"All you do is refraining from intercourse with me during my fertile period," she said casually.
"That way, I am certain that he has 100% chance," she clarified.
"You have become very wicked," I said teasing her. I knew this would be the mostly likely solution and didn't mind the fact that Rahul would get to impregnate her before me. She kissed me passionately and softly whispered as she stroked my stiff penis, "Friday nights are reserved exclusively for my Bull." She resumed our foreplay with a fierce kiss; she was in extremely hot mood, now that she almost had permission to conceive from Rahul. Within minutes she pushed me to kneel down as she pulled down her pajamas and lay back on the bed.
"Prepare me for him," she said guiding my face towards her pussy. This was an important ordeal for her; she had talked about this several times in her fantasy but this was the first time I was actually enacting it. It turned out that I was always engaged in foreplay with her before she went for a session with Rahul. I never detested this part; in fact this act of humiliation always excited me and kept me on the edge most of the time. It was the second act, which entailed cleaning her up that I found sometimes objectionable because of the bitter taste; although, Rahul's semen was much better tasting than mine.
I pleasured her for over ten minutes and we were pretty close to the time when the folks would start leaving for the star gazing program. Mansi was completely lubricated and ready for Rahul now as her juices were overflowing in anticipation.
"Remove the diaphragm now," she suggested. In no time I fished out slimy diaphragm from her vagina; it was sticky with Rahul's semen and when I saw that I realized there was little chance of Mansi missing her next period.
"You may go for star gazing program," she suggested and, "Please take your time, don't be back early."
It was a repeat of yesterday after I returned back from the program. Mansi was still in his tent when I returned so I had to take a short walk for her to be back. Rahul had hosed her again and I dutifully cleaned it all up. If that wasn't enough she woke me in the morning to prepare her for her morning session with him. The following night there was a romantic program for couples to go watching full moon on camel ride. Mansi, for sure, opted to go out with Rahul and more important they rode on the same camel. Not only that but she also decided to spend the entire night with him. It was her way of signaling her acceptance to Rahul's proposal of becoming his mistress for life and agreement to bear him two children. I was for once relieved that things didn't have to be surreptitious now that Mansi had openly accepted their proposal. Things, however, moved too fast for my taste. Mansi decided to spend another two days alone with Rahul at Udaipur while I had to still feign to her family that we were staying together during those two days. Not only that but back home, we had to fabricate another lie about how the camera rolls got lost since there were hardly any photographs of us together. In fact, apart from a handful of moments where we were together, she was mostly with Rahul. Mansi had a private photo album, which had loads of their snaps together on this vacation, pretending to be newly wedded couple. For Mansi this was special since she believed this was the first time she cuckolded me as every other time she felt it was only swinging. It was also special because she conceived our first daughter while on this trip. Rahul did manage to impregnate her in his very first attempt after Mansi extended the trip by couple of days since she was at the peak of her fertility then.
Rohini was thrilled with the news of our acceptance to her proposal. I conveyed the news after our safari trip while Mansi and Rahul were off to Udaipur on their private honeymoon. Rohini and I spent time on the Internet chatting about the recent episodes and the consequences of our acceptance to the proposal. She shared that Mansi had informally accepted the proposal before embarking on the trip to Rajasthan as she was fairly confident that I wouldn't object to the arrangement. In fact, Mansi had consulted her physician for advice on starting a family and also made arrangements for the Udaipur trip before traveling to India. Mansi showed the signs of her acceptance quite openly after her first night with Rahul during the trip. Most folks at the Safari mistook her to Rahul's wife. The two days I stayed away from Mansi were brutal; my mind was flooded with negative thoughts. Fortunately, the thoughts were of losing Mansi to Rahul and not about agreeing to the mistress proposal.
I went to chat with Rohini the evening before Mansi was supposed to arrive. She wanted to chat in the evening instead of night time, after having dinner. At the cafe, I thought of discussing my predicament with her. After a few preliminaries, Rohini started.
"What are your plans for her when she gets back?" "Nothing we should be boarding the flight as soon as she arrives," I responded. We had a flight around noon.
"Oh, poor boy," wrote Rohini, "wouldn't you love to peruse her well-used body?" I was getting excited at the very thought of meeting her after she consummated her relationship with Rahul as his mistress. Although, Rahul was not particular about not leaving any tell-tale signs on her, I wasn't sure if he would continue the tradition now that it was an official engagement. Many a times I wondered if Rahul loved just having sex with her or he had an ulterior motive. It was clear that Mansi and Rohini enjoyed the psychological aspects far more than the actual act itself. Rahul always liked to be the first one to mount her and Mansi always honored his wish. It wasn't clear if he cared whether Mansi cleaned up before having sex with me or that she reserved special privileges only for him.
"As a matter of fact, I would," I wrote her back.
"Would you think he would leave any signs for me," I asked wanting to know if Rahul had any similar psychological desires.
"Not intentionally," replied Rohini.
"However, the best mark," she said, "or rather a scar must have already taken root in her womb."
"Are you certain?" I asked as she seemed to be fairly confident about this. Getting a woman pregnant needs a lot of things to happen at the same time and hence I wasn't sure if it would happen the very first time - although I would have certainly liked it that way.
"Mansi is in her prime and Rahul is a virile man," she reasoned.
"Did you know that he knocked up a married white woman once?" asked Rohini.
"Really?" I asked stunned by her revelation.
"All he did was to screw her a few times during her fertile period and she ended up getting pregnant."
"That's a long story, anyway," she finished.
"Now," she said, "If your first question was to get more information on whether Rahul enjoys bedding your wife," interpreting my motive behind the question, "then the answer is he does."
"He certainly would enjoy bedding such a gorgeous woman but the fact that she is his close friend's wife does add a little spice to his rendezvous with her."
"Are you saying that he doesn't get a kick out of screwing his best friend's wife?" I asked.
"Not to the extent you would imagine," she said.
"It seems to be the only thing that drives Mansi, though," she added.
"I would let you in a secret if you can keep it," she said.
"Sure, you can count on me," I quickly answered.
"Anything kinky you witness or experience with her is mostly her idea."
"She has mended her fantasy with yours to arrive at a perfect balance that would please both of you."
"I thought those were your wicked thoughts," I said.
"I certainly showed her the path but it was her idea to tread the path. Not mine."
"What's interesting is that she found a few of her own detours on the way."
"However, don't worry her intention is only to maximize your pleasure from this relationship; nothing more."
"Rohini," I asked, "I am a little worried."
"About what?"
"About losing Mansi," I responded
"What are you talking about?" she asked surprised. She knew how much I enjoyed Mansi's acceptance to her proposal.
"Are you sure," I asked, "Mansi wouldn't mind staying married to someone like me?"
"Of course," she responded.
"Mansi loves you and she knows you did this for her," she reasoned.
"What if she falls in love with Rahul?"
"No way!"
"Mansi is wiser than that."
"Besides, she is getting the best that Rahul has to offer."
"Why are you worried?"
"Don't know. I can't reason it," I said.
"You seem to be stressed."
"Is it because she is away from you for the first time?" asked Rohini.
"Actually, this is the second time," she corrected herself.
"First time was while you were stuck in India due to visa issues," she explained.
"I know," I responded.
"You should get used to it now," she added.
"Once she gets pregnant she might have to start servicing yet another bull," added Rohini.
"What?" I asked surprised.
(TO BE CONTINUED)
PART33
Both of us went to bed exhausted after our marathon session. The word 'cuckold' resonated in my ears several times as I fell asleep. In the morning she admitted that she was almost in her fertile week but probably couple of days away from entering the peak period.
The next morning just before we parted our ways for the next days journey, Mansi hugged me and quickly whispered, "Don't be too late, I should have more stuff to feed you."
I didn't disappoint her. The ride was much pleasant and leisurely compared to the previous days ride. In fact, we were supposed to return back to our original camps for lunch, as we were just sight seeing in that area. I reached much earlier that day for lunch, a little ahead of other folks. At the camp, people decided to take a little break before having their lunch as it was mostly deserted. I carefully walked towards our tent not sure what to expect. When I heard soft moans and grunts of Mansi outside our tent, I knew I was too early. They seemed to be in the last act and pretty soon Rahul ejaculated inside her. I couldn't hear much of their conversation as the tent was fairly sound proof. Mansi dressed up before Rahul left as she still wasn't expecting me. I surprised her as soon as Rahul was out of sight. We kissed each other frantically right as soon as we shut the door close.
"I am practically dripping with his stuff," she said as she led me to our bed. I was stunned when I saw the state of her pussy in the day light. It was visibly distended and bright red in color and was full of his semen. She had another orgasm as I lapped her up and cleaned her completely. Mansi, however, didn't let me have intercourse with her as I didn't have any condoms left. She offered to fellate me instead and gave me one of her best blow jobs. As expected she didn't let me flood her mouth but instead let me ejaculate in her kerchief. As we parted our ways for the afternoon ride, I realized that there were no more condoms and perhaps that was the reason why she insisted on five condoms last night. I remember that in some of our earlier sessions she had hinted at the possibility of offering exclusive access to Rahul during her fertile period. She was, perhaps, just exercising that fantasy of hers. Having relieved myself, I admired beautiful sights and monuments that afternoon.
Mansi again spent most of her evening with Rahul and not surprisingly quite a few of our fellow tourists believed she was his wife. I observed that Mansi was acting a little more affectionately than usual and I even saw them kissing in the darkness between two tents. The entertainment program ended quickly as there was another star gazing program that night. I soon joined Mansi inside our tent, where she immediately pounced on me. The star gazing program was supposed to start in about half an hour; so we had some time to indulge in a little session. She was in a hot mood and spent a lot of time kissing while stroking my penis, which seemed to become a norm.
"Are you certain you wouldn't mind raising Rahul's kid?" she asked breaking the kiss.
"Almost," I replied trying not to disappoint her.
"If you are not sure," she said, "then maybe I should start using the spermicidal and perhaps resume my pills once we get back.
"I didn't say that," I interrupted.
"You have to be honest," she urged me.
"Well, is it going to stop at just one?" I asked a rhetorical question.
"It is not going stop until I deliver Rohini's share as well," she chuckled.
"I knew if this continued we would be forced to make difficult decisions."
"You have already opened the can of worms!"
Rohini warned me about the possibility of having to raise Rahul's children. Rahul would have certainly expected two children from Mansi and I had already resigned to that fate of mine. It seemed, Mansi was aware of Rohini's grand plans and perhaps even tacitly supported her. I couldn't blame Mansi, though, after all, it was her who had terminated the arrangement.
"What are you suggesting?" I asked her earnestly.
"Rahul isn't quite sure if he would get ample opportunities with me," she started.
"So, he would try to impregnate me as soon as an opportunity arises.
"If he is assured that he would get two children for sure from me then he would be willing to plan for them," she said.
"What are you saying?" I asked her to be clear.
"I am saying we let Rahul impregnate me with the first one or the first two ones and then you take a third one," she clarified.
"How do you propose to do that?" I asked.
"Leave it to me!"
"All you do is refraining from intercourse with me during my fertile period," she said casually.
"That way, I am certain that he has 100% chance," she clarified.
"You have become very wicked," I said teasing her. I knew this would be the mostly likely solution and didn't mind the fact that Rahul would get to impregnate her before me. She kissed me passionately and softly whispered as she stroked my stiff penis, "Friday nights are reserved exclusively for my Bull." She resumed our foreplay with a fierce kiss; she was in extremely hot mood, now that she almost had permission to conceive from Rahul. Within minutes she pushed me to kneel down as she pulled down her pajamas and lay back on the bed.
"Prepare me for him," she said guiding my face towards her pussy. This was an important ordeal for her; she had talked about this several times in her fantasy but this was the first time I was actually enacting it. It turned out that I was always engaged in foreplay with her before she went for a session with Rahul. I never detested this part; in fact this act of humiliation always excited me and kept me on the edge most of the time. It was the second act, which entailed cleaning her up that I found sometimes objectionable because of the bitter taste; although, Rahul's semen was much better tasting than mine.
I pleasured her for over ten minutes and we were pretty close to the time when the folks would start leaving for the star gazing program. Mansi was completely lubricated and ready for Rahul now as her juices were overflowing in anticipation.
"Remove the diaphragm now," she suggested. In no time I fished out slimy diaphragm from her vagina; it was sticky with Rahul's semen and when I saw that I realized there was little chance of Mansi missing her next period.
"You may go for star gazing program," she suggested and, "Please take your time, don't be back early."
It was a repeat of yesterday after I returned back from the program. Mansi was still in his tent when I returned so I had to take a short walk for her to be back. Rahul had hosed her again and I dutifully cleaned it all up. If that wasn't enough she woke me in the morning to prepare her for her morning session with him. The following night there was a romantic program for couples to go watching full moon on camel ride. Mansi, for sure, opted to go out with Rahul and more important they rode on the same camel. Not only that but she also decided to spend the entire night with him. It was her way of signaling her acceptance to Rahul's proposal of becoming his mistress for life and agreement to bear him two children. I was for once relieved that things didn't have to be surreptitious now that Mansi had openly accepted their proposal. Things, however, moved too fast for my taste. Mansi decided to spend another two days alone with Rahul at Udaipur while I had to still feign to her family that we were staying together during those two days. Not only that but back home, we had to fabricate another lie about how the camera rolls got lost since there were hardly any photographs of us together. In fact, apart from a handful of moments where we were together, she was mostly with Rahul. Mansi had a private photo album, which had loads of their snaps together on this vacation, pretending to be newly wedded couple. For Mansi this was special since she believed this was the first time she cuckolded me as every other time she felt it was only swinging. It was also special because she conceived our first daughter while on this trip. Rahul did manage to impregnate her in his very first attempt after Mansi extended the trip by couple of days since she was at the peak of her fertility then.
Rohini was thrilled with the news of our acceptance to her proposal. I conveyed the news after our safari trip while Mansi and Rahul were off to Udaipur on their private honeymoon. Rohini and I spent time on the Internet chatting about the recent episodes and the consequences of our acceptance to the proposal. She shared that Mansi had informally accepted the proposal before embarking on the trip to Rajasthan as she was fairly confident that I wouldn't object to the arrangement. In fact, Mansi had consulted her physician for advice on starting a family and also made arrangements for the Udaipur trip before traveling to India. Mansi showed the signs of her acceptance quite openly after her first night with Rahul during the trip. Most folks at the Safari mistook her to Rahul's wife. The two days I stayed away from Mansi were brutal; my mind was flooded with negative thoughts. Fortunately, the thoughts were of losing Mansi to Rahul and not about agreeing to the mistress proposal.
I went to chat with Rohini the evening before Mansi was supposed to arrive. She wanted to chat in the evening instead of night time, after having dinner. At the cafe, I thought of discussing my predicament with her. After a few preliminaries, Rohini started.
"What are your plans for her when she gets back?" "Nothing we should be boarding the flight as soon as she arrives," I responded. We had a flight around noon.
"Oh, poor boy," wrote Rohini, "wouldn't you love to peruse her well-used body?" I was getting excited at the very thought of meeting her after she consummated her relationship with Rahul as his mistress. Although, Rahul was not particular about not leaving any tell-tale signs on her, I wasn't sure if he would continue the tradition now that it was an official engagement. Many a times I wondered if Rahul loved just having sex with her or he had an ulterior motive. It was clear that Mansi and Rohini enjoyed the psychological aspects far more than the actual act itself. Rahul always liked to be the first one to mount her and Mansi always honored his wish. It wasn't clear if he cared whether Mansi cleaned up before having sex with me or that she reserved special privileges only for him.
"As a matter of fact, I would," I wrote her back.
"Would you think he would leave any signs for me," I asked wanting to know if Rahul had any similar psychological desires.
"Not intentionally," replied Rohini.
"However, the best mark," she said, "or rather a scar must have already taken root in her womb."
"Are you certain?" I asked as she seemed to be fairly confident about this. Getting a woman pregnant needs a lot of things to happen at the same time and hence I wasn't sure if it would happen the very first time - although I would have certainly liked it that way.
"Mansi is in her prime and Rahul is a virile man," she reasoned.
"Did you know that he knocked up a married white woman once?" asked Rohini.
"Really?" I asked stunned by her revelation.
"All he did was to screw her a few times during her fertile period and she ended up getting pregnant."
"That's a long story, anyway," she finished.
"Now," she said, "If your first question was to get more information on whether Rahul enjoys bedding your wife," interpreting my motive behind the question, "then the answer is he does."
"He certainly would enjoy bedding such a gorgeous woman but the fact that she is his close friend's wife does add a little spice to his rendezvous with her."
"Are you saying that he doesn't get a kick out of screwing his best friend's wife?" I asked.
"Not to the extent you would imagine," she said.
"It seems to be the only thing that drives Mansi, though," she added.
"I would let you in a secret if you can keep it," she said.
"Sure, you can count on me," I quickly answered.
"Anything kinky you witness or experience with her is mostly her idea."
"She has mended her fantasy with yours to arrive at a perfect balance that would please both of you."
"I thought those were your wicked thoughts," I said.
"I certainly showed her the path but it was her idea to tread the path. Not mine."
"What's interesting is that she found a few of her own detours on the way."
"However, don't worry her intention is only to maximize your pleasure from this relationship; nothing more."
"Rohini," I asked, "I am a little worried."
"About what?"
"About losing Mansi," I responded
"What are you talking about?" she asked surprised. She knew how much I enjoyed Mansi's acceptance to her proposal.
"Are you sure," I asked, "Mansi wouldn't mind staying married to someone like me?"
"Of course," she responded.
"Mansi loves you and she knows you did this for her," she reasoned.
"What if she falls in love with Rahul?"
"No way!"
"Mansi is wiser than that."
"Besides, she is getting the best that Rahul has to offer."
"Why are you worried?"
"Don't know. I can't reason it," I said.
"You seem to be stressed."
"Is it because she is away from you for the first time?" asked Rohini.
"Actually, this is the second time," she corrected herself.
"First time was while you were stuck in India due to visa issues," she explained.
"I know," I responded.
"You should get used to it now," she added.
"Once she gets pregnant she might have to start servicing yet another bull," added Rohini.
"What?" I asked surprised.
(TO BE CONTINUED)
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