09-08-2022, 03:17 PM
No one spoke for a long, uncomfortable moment. For some reason, I felt very guilty. Equbal, on the other hand, seemed quite satisfied with himself.
He finally spoke. "How long have you been in here watching us, Pande?"
I told him what time I had gotten home and how I had come to discover what was going on in his backyard, and how much I had seen.
"You are obviously enjoying the show," he said and chuckled.
I couldn't help being embarrassed. I was after all, sitting here naked, with a hardon, watching men use my wife for their sexual pleasure.
"How long has this been going on?" I asked.
"Well," he said, "I have been fucking her since the day before yesterday, Monday. Today is the first time that I invited friends over."
"How did it start?" I asked.
This was the strangest conversation. We were sitting here in my bedroom, watching my wife through the window as she sucked off the new man next door and we were talking as if we were discussing a sporting event or crabgrass or the weather, calm, mildly interested, not very emotional. I didn't feel that way of course, but that was the way he was speaking to me. So I was following his lead. He obviously felt very much in control of the situation.
"As you know," he said, "I took a leave of absence to work on the book I have been writing. I had talked to a publisher and showed them what I had and they were interested. They even gave me an advance. It was time to get serious."
"Since I am home all of the time now, I see your wife fairly often as we come and go. I saw her out front on Monday and I invited her to come over and use the pool. She was hesitant, because you wouldn't be there. It was a beautiful day though and she finally gave in to my gentle persuasion. She came over a few minutes later in one of her tiny little bikinis. We swam for a while and then we would sit in the shade and have a beer and then swim a little more. There was something that I have noticed about your wife over the last few years. Are you aware that she is a submissive?"
I nodded, but I qualified my response. "She has some mildly submissive fantasies. I don't know that I would say she is a total submissive. We have played around with it, but I am not a very satisfying dominant, it seems. My heart isn't in it."
"Well, Pande," he said, "she has found a more satisfying dominant.Now don't get me wrong. I don't want to screw up your marriage. She still loves you, and what she feels for me is definitely not love. From the looks of things up here, you aren't all that upset about it either. Can I take it from the way I found you up here with your cock in your hand that you aren't all that upset, or particularly jealous?"
During most of this conversation, I had continued to stare out the window at my wife having sex with Equbal's guests. I had been talking to Equbal, but not looking at him. Now I turned around in my chair, more than a little self conscious about my nudity and my hardon, and I said, "This conversation is much more serious than we're treating it. It involves the future of my marriage, my very happy marriage. Can I tell you something in confidence? I am not sure how much of what I tell you that I want Kavya to know right now."
Equbal nodded, and just because he was fucking my wife and sharing her with his friends now, I had no reason not to trust him.
"Kavya and I have a very good sex life. Has she told you much about our sex life, or our fantasies?"
"No, not much," Equbal answered. "I actually didn't care that much. Most of the time, when she is with me she is not allowed to talk without permission, or unless asked a question. I just recognized the submissive in her and when I got the opportunity I took advantage of it."
"We have discussed her submissive fantasies," I said. "We even experimented with them as I told you. We have even talked about finding someone, someone like you I suppose, to take control and let her experience being a submissive. While I am not a dominant, it just isn't in me to behave that way; I have always found the prospect of watching my wife being used like that to be very exciting."
"Don't misunderstand," I continued, "I am not a submissive. I am very much a voyeur, as you can see. While I am not dominant enough to control her to her satisfaction, the idea of her being controlled, being used the way you are quite obviously using her, turns me the fuck on."
"Then I don't see where we have a conflict here," Equbal said, sounding very reasonable. "We just need to come to an understanding about the rules, the limits, as it were. All three of us want to indulge our fantasies without damaging your marriage. I am sure that we can work that out. Don't you agree?"
I glanced back down to see that I had missed the new man cumming in my wife's mouth. I was so involved in my conversation with Equbal that I hadn't even been checking on her. She was now sitting in the new man's lap and the three of them were now sipping on a beer. I turned back to Equbal and nodded.
"First of all," Equbal asked, "do you want Kavya to know that you are aware of our arrangement?"
"I must admit, I have mixed feelings about that," I said. "I have been enjoying spying on her today. On the other hand, if she knew that I knew, then she wouldn't be cheating on me. I don't like the idea of her cheating. Not to mention that if I were closer to the action, able to see and hear everything first hand, even join in from time to time, I think I would get much more out of it.I can't be here all of the time, of course. I have to work. I would appreciate it if you would try to concentrate your molesting her, as much as possible, to when I am home and able to watch. When I am not home, to the extent possible, I would really enjoy a video record being made available. I noticed you were recording her earlier. I assume that wasn't the first time. I would really like a copy of the recordings you have made so far."
"Actually Pande," Equbal responded, "I very much prefer you being there. There is a large element of humiliation involved in using a submissive. They generally crave two things from their submission. They crave the freedom of surrendering their freewill to someone who takes pleasure in using them. Not just making love or having sex, but using them. Using is the important word in that sentence. The other thing most submissive crave is humiliation. Most of them don't want to be harmed, or even hurt. Kavya is certainly not into pain, although a little of it seems to stimulate her. I am not into pain either. I am not a sexual sadist and I don't take pleasure in hurting people."
"The reason I prefer that you be there when I use her, is that the humiliation of being used in front of her husband will be so much more intense, for all three of us, I suspect. While you say that you are not a submissive yourself, I don't believe that you have looked deep enough.The act of surrendering your wife to another man to use is a submissive act. If you are present when I am using her and sharing her with whomever I choose to share her with, your very presence while those acts are taking place is an act of submission."
"I am not saying that I wish to involve you in any way beyond witnessing, and on occasion taking your pleasure with your wife, under my control, of course. I am not bisexual, nor are my friends, as far as I know. I can assure you that I won't be offering you to my friends.Kavya has already surrendered to me. She is coming along just fine, with only a few occasional signs of reluctance. When she is not with me, or acting on my behalf, I have no desire to intrude upon your marriage. I will not put any restrictions on your relationship. If our relationship is to continue though, I will not allow you to put restrictions on my relationship with her either.
I can tell you that I will not use her every day. Your life will not be substantially different than it was yesterday except that most days, while you are at work, I will, at the very least, have some sort of sex with your wife. Be it a blowjob or a quick fuck in the morning, or serving, and servicing, me and a guest or two around the pool. I may come over out of the blue in the evening and interrupt whatever television show that you are watching and Bend her over your lap and fuck her. Or I might bring a friend and just watch him fuck her. I may come over and order her to put on some slutty article of clothing and take her out somewhere to publicly humiliate her. She loves that, you know."
I had listened to Equbal spelling out Kavya's new life, our new life. It all sounded very exciting in the abstract. I wasn't sure how I felt about it as a reality. His comment about my submissive nature had given me something to think about.
"Alright," I said, "I think that I am willing to give this new lifestyle a try, but not without caveats. I will not permit her to be harmed, or hurt unduly. I reserve the right to rescind this agreement if I sense that it is harming our relationship. And lastly, you may or may not be right about my submissive behaviours, but I am not convinced, and I am not bi either. So while I look forward to taking part in your activities, you should be clear on my limits."
"Understood," Equbal responded. "I too have a condition with which you must comply. There will be times when you are not pleased with what is being done to your wife, or with her, or what she is being made to do. You will want to object. Don't. In the first place, I will not accept your objections. She knows that if she objects to something, beyond the normal reluctance of a new submissive of course, them I will stop whatever it is that she objects to and we go back to being next door neighbours, without Benefits."
"Kavya and I have already had that conversation. You need to understand that part of the thrill for her is in being made to do things she finds unpleasant, or humiliating. Sometimes she just wants to be forced. You cannot interfere, beyond convincing her to put an end to it, later, in private. Is that understood?"
I accepted, reluctantly. Equbal stood up and shook my hand and said, "For as long as it lasts then. I shook his hand and he said, "Why don't you put on some trunks and join us next door. I am looking forward to seeing Kavya's face when you appear." So was I!
Equbal left and I put on a pair of shorts and a t-shirt and my sandals. I put a fresh disk in the video camera and started it up again. Then I grabbed another beer and headed next door. I didn't ring the bell. I just entered and walked through the house and stepped out onto the patio.
Equbal had Kavya Band over a table, facing the patio door where I had just come to a sudden stop. He was plowing into her pretty hard and she was grunting with each stroke. Her eyes were closed and she didn't know that I was there.
I glanced at the other two men. The latest to arrive, the one that I had recognized, also recognized me. He looked nervous until he saw that I was neither surprised nor upset. The other man, the one I hadn't seen before, just nodded. He didn't know or care who I was. He cared only that he was getting to have sex with a beautiful young woman who was half his age.
He finally spoke. "How long have you been in here watching us, Pande?"
I told him what time I had gotten home and how I had come to discover what was going on in his backyard, and how much I had seen.
"You are obviously enjoying the show," he said and chuckled.
I couldn't help being embarrassed. I was after all, sitting here naked, with a hardon, watching men use my wife for their sexual pleasure.
"How long has this been going on?" I asked.
"Well," he said, "I have been fucking her since the day before yesterday, Monday. Today is the first time that I invited friends over."
"How did it start?" I asked.
This was the strangest conversation. We were sitting here in my bedroom, watching my wife through the window as she sucked off the new man next door and we were talking as if we were discussing a sporting event or crabgrass or the weather, calm, mildly interested, not very emotional. I didn't feel that way of course, but that was the way he was speaking to me. So I was following his lead. He obviously felt very much in control of the situation.
"As you know," he said, "I took a leave of absence to work on the book I have been writing. I had talked to a publisher and showed them what I had and they were interested. They even gave me an advance. It was time to get serious."
"Since I am home all of the time now, I see your wife fairly often as we come and go. I saw her out front on Monday and I invited her to come over and use the pool. She was hesitant, because you wouldn't be there. It was a beautiful day though and she finally gave in to my gentle persuasion. She came over a few minutes later in one of her tiny little bikinis. We swam for a while and then we would sit in the shade and have a beer and then swim a little more. There was something that I have noticed about your wife over the last few years. Are you aware that she is a submissive?"
I nodded, but I qualified my response. "She has some mildly submissive fantasies. I don't know that I would say she is a total submissive. We have played around with it, but I am not a very satisfying dominant, it seems. My heart isn't in it."
"Well, Pande," he said, "she has found a more satisfying dominant.Now don't get me wrong. I don't want to screw up your marriage. She still loves you, and what she feels for me is definitely not love. From the looks of things up here, you aren't all that upset about it either. Can I take it from the way I found you up here with your cock in your hand that you aren't all that upset, or particularly jealous?"
During most of this conversation, I had continued to stare out the window at my wife having sex with Equbal's guests. I had been talking to Equbal, but not looking at him. Now I turned around in my chair, more than a little self conscious about my nudity and my hardon, and I said, "This conversation is much more serious than we're treating it. It involves the future of my marriage, my very happy marriage. Can I tell you something in confidence? I am not sure how much of what I tell you that I want Kavya to know right now."
Equbal nodded, and just because he was fucking my wife and sharing her with his friends now, I had no reason not to trust him.
"Kavya and I have a very good sex life. Has she told you much about our sex life, or our fantasies?"
"No, not much," Equbal answered. "I actually didn't care that much. Most of the time, when she is with me she is not allowed to talk without permission, or unless asked a question. I just recognized the submissive in her and when I got the opportunity I took advantage of it."
"We have discussed her submissive fantasies," I said. "We even experimented with them as I told you. We have even talked about finding someone, someone like you I suppose, to take control and let her experience being a submissive. While I am not a dominant, it just isn't in me to behave that way; I have always found the prospect of watching my wife being used like that to be very exciting."
"Don't misunderstand," I continued, "I am not a submissive. I am very much a voyeur, as you can see. While I am not dominant enough to control her to her satisfaction, the idea of her being controlled, being used the way you are quite obviously using her, turns me the fuck on."
"Then I don't see where we have a conflict here," Equbal said, sounding very reasonable. "We just need to come to an understanding about the rules, the limits, as it were. All three of us want to indulge our fantasies without damaging your marriage. I am sure that we can work that out. Don't you agree?"
I glanced back down to see that I had missed the new man cumming in my wife's mouth. I was so involved in my conversation with Equbal that I hadn't even been checking on her. She was now sitting in the new man's lap and the three of them were now sipping on a beer. I turned back to Equbal and nodded.
"First of all," Equbal asked, "do you want Kavya to know that you are aware of our arrangement?"
"I must admit, I have mixed feelings about that," I said. "I have been enjoying spying on her today. On the other hand, if she knew that I knew, then she wouldn't be cheating on me. I don't like the idea of her cheating. Not to mention that if I were closer to the action, able to see and hear everything first hand, even join in from time to time, I think I would get much more out of it.I can't be here all of the time, of course. I have to work. I would appreciate it if you would try to concentrate your molesting her, as much as possible, to when I am home and able to watch. When I am not home, to the extent possible, I would really enjoy a video record being made available. I noticed you were recording her earlier. I assume that wasn't the first time. I would really like a copy of the recordings you have made so far."
"Actually Pande," Equbal responded, "I very much prefer you being there. There is a large element of humiliation involved in using a submissive. They generally crave two things from their submission. They crave the freedom of surrendering their freewill to someone who takes pleasure in using them. Not just making love or having sex, but using them. Using is the important word in that sentence. The other thing most submissive crave is humiliation. Most of them don't want to be harmed, or even hurt. Kavya is certainly not into pain, although a little of it seems to stimulate her. I am not into pain either. I am not a sexual sadist and I don't take pleasure in hurting people."
"The reason I prefer that you be there when I use her, is that the humiliation of being used in front of her husband will be so much more intense, for all three of us, I suspect. While you say that you are not a submissive yourself, I don't believe that you have looked deep enough.The act of surrendering your wife to another man to use is a submissive act. If you are present when I am using her and sharing her with whomever I choose to share her with, your very presence while those acts are taking place is an act of submission."
"I am not saying that I wish to involve you in any way beyond witnessing, and on occasion taking your pleasure with your wife, under my control, of course. I am not bisexual, nor are my friends, as far as I know. I can assure you that I won't be offering you to my friends.Kavya has already surrendered to me. She is coming along just fine, with only a few occasional signs of reluctance. When she is not with me, or acting on my behalf, I have no desire to intrude upon your marriage. I will not put any restrictions on your relationship. If our relationship is to continue though, I will not allow you to put restrictions on my relationship with her either.
I can tell you that I will not use her every day. Your life will not be substantially different than it was yesterday except that most days, while you are at work, I will, at the very least, have some sort of sex with your wife. Be it a blowjob or a quick fuck in the morning, or serving, and servicing, me and a guest or two around the pool. I may come over out of the blue in the evening and interrupt whatever television show that you are watching and Bend her over your lap and fuck her. Or I might bring a friend and just watch him fuck her. I may come over and order her to put on some slutty article of clothing and take her out somewhere to publicly humiliate her. She loves that, you know."
I had listened to Equbal spelling out Kavya's new life, our new life. It all sounded very exciting in the abstract. I wasn't sure how I felt about it as a reality. His comment about my submissive nature had given me something to think about.
"Alright," I said, "I think that I am willing to give this new lifestyle a try, but not without caveats. I will not permit her to be harmed, or hurt unduly. I reserve the right to rescind this agreement if I sense that it is harming our relationship. And lastly, you may or may not be right about my submissive behaviours, but I am not convinced, and I am not bi either. So while I look forward to taking part in your activities, you should be clear on my limits."
"Understood," Equbal responded. "I too have a condition with which you must comply. There will be times when you are not pleased with what is being done to your wife, or with her, or what she is being made to do. You will want to object. Don't. In the first place, I will not accept your objections. She knows that if she objects to something, beyond the normal reluctance of a new submissive of course, them I will stop whatever it is that she objects to and we go back to being next door neighbours, without Benefits."
"Kavya and I have already had that conversation. You need to understand that part of the thrill for her is in being made to do things she finds unpleasant, or humiliating. Sometimes she just wants to be forced. You cannot interfere, beyond convincing her to put an end to it, later, in private. Is that understood?"
I accepted, reluctantly. Equbal stood up and shook my hand and said, "For as long as it lasts then. I shook his hand and he said, "Why don't you put on some trunks and join us next door. I am looking forward to seeing Kavya's face when you appear." So was I!
Equbal left and I put on a pair of shorts and a t-shirt and my sandals. I put a fresh disk in the video camera and started it up again. Then I grabbed another beer and headed next door. I didn't ring the bell. I just entered and walked through the house and stepped out onto the patio.
Equbal had Kavya Band over a table, facing the patio door where I had just come to a sudden stop. He was plowing into her pretty hard and she was grunting with each stroke. Her eyes were closed and she didn't know that I was there.
I glanced at the other two men. The latest to arrive, the one that I had recognized, also recognized me. He looked nervous until he saw that I was neither surprised nor upset. The other man, the one I hadn't seen before, just nodded. He didn't know or care who I was. He cared only that he was getting to have sex with a beautiful young woman who was half his age.
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