Adultery UNFAITHFUL MOTHERS AND HOUSEWIFES by stranger_women

[Ramesh_Rocky]

THE MAKING OF A CUCKOLD
[i]part8
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I paid the taxi driver and slowly entered in to my house. Front door was open.
The details of what they did would be denied me though, and I would have to learn the story second hand from the few little bits that Deepti would share with me. Deepti's shoes and her sari were in the foyer, fallen in a heap. It was pretty clear that he hadn't wasted any time pulling her sari down. I could also see, or at least imagine that I saw impressions from her knees on the sari. "Yes," I told myself, "this is where she dropped to her knees to blow him."


I looked for telltale spots of cum on the floor, but there were none. I glanced into the kitchen and saw her blouse and bra on the floor, and an open bottle of whiskey and glasses with watery light brown liquid and thought: Here's where they had a couple drinks and then he stripped her bra off. Did he grow harder seeing her freckled white skin and her nipples, raised in expectation for him? Did he spend time sucking her breasts? Did she hold his large head close, and caress his face while he sucked hard on her nipples? Did Deepti beg him to suck harder? Was this where Sunny slipped his hand under her petticoat, and began to finger her cunt? Maybe, maybe not. The French cut panties she loves to wear were not in sight. Maybe Sunny waited until they went to our bedroom to lay claim to the place between her legs.


I am sure you think I am totally obsessing over writing about the details as I uncovered them, but consider that Deepti and I always had agreed to play together; thus, it was painful for me to see her really going solo like this. I shook my head to clear it and to reign in my wild imagination. I was following the forensic evidence and rebuilding a story of how he took her and how she likely responded, but I was far from detached. My cock sprung into a stiff pole as I went up the staircase. Ah, there they were Deepti’s white petticoat, 6 steps up, and her silk panties now caked with her dried juices. He probably grabbed her and stripped them off as they were going up... or did she strip off, unable to contain her excitement? Either way, I knew she had to have been naked. What was his reaction to her nakedness, I wondered?

I wondered whether he fondled her on the stairs or waited until they got into the bedroom. As I saw him in my mind's eye touching my wife, perhaps squeezing her ass or cupping her breasts, my stomach churned with angst. But there was that "other" feeling too, one that I don't still fully understand. My cock was hard as a rock, fully up and banging against my own belly. I was really turned on by all of this and I had never wanted Deepti more than at this moment.




I reached the top of the stairs and walked down the short hallway to our bedroom. I noticed the scent even before I noticed her. I smelled sex, to be sure, but that was mixed with a tremendous scent of stale sweat, both Deepti's and another one; one that was completely foreign but strong and pervasive. Well, obviously they had been physically active and certainly not for just a few minutes.

Deepti looked up at me as I entered the bedroom, yawned lazily, and smiled with her eyes showing big smile lines. "Good morning, my sweet understanding husband," she said with genuine warmth and beckoned me forward for a big hug.

I hugged her tightly, thinking that I was lucky to have this adventurous wonderful woman. All thought that maybe I had lost her to this strange new lover seemed to disappear, at least for a moment or two.

Then, I broke the embrace and sat on the bed beside her. She turned over on her tummy and I appraised her body. She was totally naked. Then I noticed the marks on her ass. Deepti has milky white skin with a sprinkling of freckles, but she bruises easily. I didn't need to be much of a detective to see the palm prints that were everywhere, especially on her ass and back. This Sunny guy had not been gentle with her, that much was clear.

I cringed a little for her as I saw the bruises and the hickeys on her neck, the love bites on both her inner thighs, and then asked simply, "Did he hurt you Deepti?"

Her reply was surprising, "Oh God yes Sunil... yes... Mmmm... YES..." And she laughed a wicked little laugh.

It shocked me totally when she pulled a pair of men's jockey shorts from under a pillow, held it up to her face and breathed deeply.

I'm not a science type, but I do vaguely recall the concept of male pheromones from male sweat and the supposed effect they have on women. The bottom line as a watched her breathe in, was that millions of microscopic pheromone particles entered her body and began to do their work. She turned over on her back, spreading the boxers over her face. Clearly, she was smelling his cock and enjoying the memory of it.

"Deepti, what the fuck? Get rid of that for shit sake," I growled.

She just smiled and breathed in again. "Mmmmmm....," she breathed deeply again, "It's ok Sunil, just reliving last night."

I took the opening and tried to probe for a little information, and asked, "Want to tell me about it." But she didn't take the bait. I kept pulling on the thread. How many times did they fuck? "Too many times to count," she said, laughing.

"I hope you used a condom, sona," I ventured. She said, "I brought it up, Sunil, I really did. He was definitely not a condom kind of guy, believe me. Besides, he would have used up a LOT of condoms."

I said, "Deepti, you have made a terrible mistake,"

She thought or a moment, then replied, "Honey, you saw Sunny, he is a huge man. He just pushed my legs over his shoulders and shoved. What was I supposed to do? Besides, I'm not going to lie; it felt fabulous bare with him—I think I came the first time in about 5 minutes. To be honest, after his first thrust, I didn't want a condom, OK? Let's drop it."

Then she said apologetically, "don't be mad honey. It's over and done"

I asked "Was he big?

"Holy shit… he was hugely thick," she admitted. "He really stretched me. My pussy will be flung sore for a week," she said, then turned over and pulled on my arm, dragging me toward her crotch.

"I hurt so much there, sona. Come on, make it feel all better. You know what I need," she said making a little pouty face.

She waggled her hips temptingly. "Come on Sunil, kiss it. My pussy feels like I have been riding a steel pipe all night."


"All night?" I thought. Well, I knew from what she had just said that they had fucked face to face, and from the handprints on her ass, that he had taken her doggie style. How many times? How many ways? What else had they done? I asked more questions and got a few answers. Yes, of course she liked Sunny very much as a sex partner, but not beyond that. She said he was an ex football lineman, 26 and married twice with three kids, loved married women, and wanted to do her again. Finally, Deepti grew tired of all the questions, and pulled my face right down to her pussy. "Please Sunil,,,,my little boy, eat me. Eat your mummy now."

I couldn't help noticing how red and still swollen her lips were. I could sense her arousal. "I want to fuck you Deepti," I ventured.


She replied, "Oh god Sunil, I am going to be sore for a week. Please my sweet darling, kiss me deep right there, right now. Just lick me deep"

I am not a total idiot, and I know this was part of her little game - the "conditioning". From the last few days she was indirectly training me for becoming a true submissive cuckold.
But I know that I loved her enough to go along with whatever was going on. Besides which, for some reason I desperately desired her, any way I could have her. I grew from limp and angry to hard and pointing upwards in nothing flat.

I swung her legs apart without resistance from her, I worked slowly to probe her labia, and the swirl of male and female pheromones came to me in a sudden rush. I could smell his sex in her, and their mixes sweat on her thighs and when I stiffened my tongue to thrust inside her, their mixed cum met my tongue and my lips. She raised her cunt onto my mouth and spread her own pussy lips for me to service her.


In the back of my mind, I remembered what she had told me earlier that she wants to dominate me, but I was powerless to stop.

I started licking her inner labia and it seemed that there would be no end to the fluids that were covering my nose and face. I had eaten her to orgasm a few times and knew the taste of her cum. Now with this added taste of his cum mixed with my wife's scent, my own crotch ached.

With one hand, I massaged my penis through my pants. Deepti noticed, pulled my hand away and said, "Not yet, sweetie. Eat my pussy. Taste it all."

I started to circle her clit and after a bit looked up over her trimmed pussy to see whether her nipples had stiffened and see the look on her face. Deepti was in another place now, her crotch rocking upward for me, and as before, languidly waving the stained crotch of his jockey shorts over her face. She was most definitely in another place, thinking about another man, but I was determined to make her cum for me. To show her I was worthy of sharing her bed and her pussy, and every bit the equal of Sunny, The guy whom she was mentally still fucking.

"Mmmm... YESS... GOD... YES... EAT ME... ," she said, the excitement obviously rising inside her. After a good twenty minutes of hand and mouth stimulation, she gave out a warm sigh and orgasmed for me. I lay beside her, she stroked my sweat and cum stained hair and she asked smiling, "So, did you enjoy how we tasted?" I frowned and said nothing, but I understood her point.
(To Be Continued)