Adultery Shiva watched his wife being fucked by neighbor uncle (cuckold) (Upd Sep 14)

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Whose idea was it to let Ramya be fucked by another man while her husband Shiva was watching ? we all thought it was Shiva who pushed this idea into Ramya’s mind after watching cuckold movies along with his wife. In fact that was wrong. It was Ramya who got this idea but didn’t tell it directly to her husband, as like any other desi wife she was too shy to talk about such subjects with her loving husband but at the same time she was clever enough to leave that kind of thought in her husband’s mind

Ramya did exactly that and influenced Shiva’s thinking. How ?  lets read further…

After watching cuckold porn movie with her husband, Ramya’s mind was filled with a whirlwind of thoughts; she closed her eyes, feeling exhausted. Yet, no matter how hard she tried to shut them out, the vivid details of the movie—where the woman’s husband described exactly how he wanted to watch another man fucking her—played out before her mind's eye. Without even realizing it, Ramya slowly drifted off to sleep.



In her sleep, Ramya had all sorts of dreams. Her brother-in-law, her husband's younger brother, her sisters-in-law's husbands, her father-in-law (who was more like a father to her), and even her own brother appeared in her dreams—sometimes in groups of two or three, and at other times, one by one. They would embrace her, kiss her lips, and fondle her breasts, stripping away her saree and blouse until she was completely naked. Then, they would lay her bare body on the bed; sometimes a single man would take her, while at other times, two or three family members would claim her naked body together.



While one man squeezed her breasts, another would thrust his fully erect, massive cock deep into the folds of her pussy, asking, "How does it feel, Ramya? Are you enjoying it?" "Look, your husband himself said it... 'I want to watch you all fucking my Ramya... come, satisfy your lust and fuck Ramya's pussy'—that’s how he egged us on... apparently, he has a desire to watch us all fucking you... make sure to check if your husband is watching... here, we are thrusting our cocks into your pussy..." As the men thrust their cocks into Ramya's pussy, they turned their heads and shouted, "Look... Shiva, look closely... we are burying our cocks deep inside your wife's pussy... Ah... how tight your wife's pussy is... Ah... what pleasure she is giving... Ah..."

They thrust their cocks all the way in, right up to the hilt, fucking her hard. Ramya, matching them every step of the way, moved her hips in rhythm with their thrusts and pushed back against them... "Ah... Shiva-ji, look... oh my, their cocks are hitting deep inside my pussy... Ah... I can see heaven, Shiva-ji... look... look at this man's cock... how long it is... just as you wanted—10 inches long... 3 inches wide... Oh... as this cock sinks into my pussy... Ah... my pussy lips feel like they're splitting apart... Oh... what pleasure... Ah... Shiva-ji... thank you... I've never experienced such pleasure before... it's amazing... Oh... Mmm... Ah..." As Ramya moaned these words in her dream-like state, she suddenly experienced a powerful, explosive orgasm. Ramya woke up at the very moment a flood of wetness surged from between her thighs.

Ramya experienced an intense sexual sensation; she tasted an orgasm more powerful than any she had known in her five or six years of marriage. She was amazed—there was no man beside her, she hadn't touched her pussy with her hand, nor had she inserted any object into it. Could this really happen? Could a woman reach orgasm without external stimulation, without a man present, and without self-arousal through penetration? Could such powerful orgasms be achieved simply through intense thoughts and desires?

Ramya pressed her thighs tightly together. As she did so, the wetness gushing from deep within her pussy—reminiscent of the aftermath of a man passionately fucking her and pouring a flood of semen deep inside—made her labia feel slick and sticky as they rubbed against each other; a sweet, tingling shiver coursed through her entire body. For some reason, Ramya didn't feel like getting out of bed... nor did she feel like wiping away the wetness between her thighs. Somehow, the sensation felt good—the climax she had just experienced felt wonderful. Calmed by the subsiding of her physical desires after such an intense release, she began to think clearly.



What kind of man is he? Does he harbor thoughts like these? What is he saying? Does he have no regard for social boundaries or family ties when it comes to sex? Is he truly this lustful? Disgusting... No mother, father, sister—it doesn't matter who it is, just satisfy these carnal urges... isn't that what he's saying? If merely reading his words and the fantasies in his mind affects me this deeply, what would happen if they were actually put into practice? Wouldn't families and the very institution of family be destroyed? Ugh... is this the kind of man I'm living with? Ramya’s mind was in turmoil, torn between conflicting thoughts—a state of utter indecision. Yet, a different thought—one aligning with her husband Shiva's ideas—suddenly crossed her mind.

To be fair... simply reading the thoughts in his mind had triggered such an intense climax. What if I were to actually do what he desires—sleep with other men and experience sexual pleasure with them? Good heavens... what would become of me then? If it became known that I would sleep with every male who visited our home, wouldn't even the male relatives start setting up house right here with us? If that were to happen, the families wouldn't unite as he desired—they would shatter.

For every man in the family to enjoy the company of every woman—sharing those pleasures without sparking rivalry, and for everyone to remain united as one family—truly, for his vision to come to pass without the families falling apart...

All the women in our family had to be prepared for this. Every woman in the family had to be conditioned not only to desire the intimacy of every man in the family but also to fully savor and enjoy it. Ramya believed that only then would the affection and bonds between every man and woman in the family—and the visiting male relatives—truly deepen.



Ramya began to think intensely. How? How could she make every woman in the family desire every man? If things happened the way she imagined... her brother-in-law, her husband's younger brother, and her sisters-in-law's husbands would come home for festivals and take turns mounting her, driving their cocks deep into her pussy and fucking her passionately, day and night. Meanwhile, her sisters-in-law would be fucked by their own brothers in a similar rotation. The men would swap partners—the elder brother-in-law with the younger brother's wife, and the younger brother-in-law with the elder brother's wife...

Ramya suddenly snapped out of her reverie. "Oh my... why am I thinking like this? It looks like I’m slowly starting to think just like my husband. Damn... am I turning into someone like that?" She hesitated for a moment, but quickly justified it to herself. "But what’s wrong with it? Isn't this exactly what he wants? I’m not asking him if I can go sleep with other men on my own initiative, am I? He’s the one who wants to see me lying with other men, getting fucked to my heart's content by their cocks, isn't he? That’s *his* desire, not mine... so why should I feel ashamed?"



"I’ll wait... I’ll wait until he comes and asks me himself. If he desires it and asks, why should I say no?" How many people get such luck in life? I am about to receive a stroke of fortune that not even one in ten million gets, even if they wish for it—why should I turn my back on such an opportunity? But there is one thing I need to be careful about: the whole family needs to be on board with this game. If I can somehow manage to bring everyone together on this, it will be pure bliss... I’ll wait... I’ll wait until he asks... Ramya thought. But then, another idea crossed her mind...

Wait, why should I wait for him to ask? After all, his long-standing fantasy is to see me in bed with another man, getting fucked, isn't it? Ever since he started having sexual fantasies and desires, he has wanted to watch another man fuck his wife. So, why wait for him to bring it up? What if I tease and provoke him a little to make him say the words? What if I play hard-to-get for a week or ten days and then pretend to agree for his sake? That would be the best approach, wouldn't it?

Once he convinces me, I could—with his help—experience incredible sexual pleasure: getting passionately crushed beneath various men, taking their long, strong, massive cocks deep into my pussy, and getting fucked with intense lust. Isn't that exactly what he wants, too? By agreeing to this, she felt she could satisfy his desire while also fully experiencing the uninhibited, wild sexuality that came with being a woman—something she had always wanted to explore to the fullest. She believed this would give true meaning to her life as a woman.



Once Ramya decided this, her plan was set: when he broached the subject, she would play hard to get for ten or fifteen days, making him plead with her before finally agreeing. Moreover, she had to ensure the conversation kept moving without him losing interest or giving up entirely during that period of persuasion. She resolved to strike a balance—resisting slightly while also showing signs of softening—so he wouldn't think convincing her was impossible. She also planned to captivate her husband during their lovemaking by talking as if other men were the ones having sex with her, all while brainstorming ways to involve the rest of the family in these fantasies.



As Ramya was lost in these thoughts, the front door opened, and her husband, Shiva, walked in. Seeing Ramya lying on the bed, he wondered why she was resting at that hour and placed his hand on her forehead; her body was burning with fever. He then touched her neck, feeling the intense heat, and asked, "What is it, Ramya? Are you not feeling well?" He spoke gently... Ramya remained silent, pretending to be asleep. But deep down, she thought: "This heat rising in my body isn't because I'm unwell; it’s because I read that erotic chat you had with your friend. Come on, husband, come... your wife is now ready to sleep with any man you choose for her. Go ahead—turn your wife into a whore without delay and put her in bed with every man in the house." She smiled to herself at these thoughts.

She recalled a quote she had read somewhere: "There is a whore inside every woman; all a man has to do is wake that sleeping whore up. Once she awakens, it’s a feast for men." Remembering this, Ramya thought, "You’ve won, husband... you’ve truly won. You successfully awakened the whore sleeping within your wife. From now on, it’s going to be a celebration for both your cock and my pussy. My pussy will feast on the cocks of the men you bring home. I don't know what you'll do with your own cock while watching another man fuck me—but you certainly won't leave it idle; one way or another, your cock is bound to have a feast too."

Meanwhile, Shiva slid his hand down over his wife's neck to fondle her breasts; he gently squeezed them through her blouse and softly rubbed her nipples between his thumb and index finger. Ramya let out a soft "Sss... Ah..." and opened her eyes, feigning having just woken up. Looking at her husband, she asked, "What are you doing? How long have you been back? Is this how you wake someone up?"



Shiva chuckled softly, slid his hand down to caress her soft belly, and said, "I just got here... seeing you asleep made me feel so affectionate... actually, it’s not just affection—I’m getting in the mood." (Thinking to myself: *I know why you're in the mood... after all, what else would happen when you spend your time on the internet engaging in dirty chats about how to put your wife in another man's bed?*) "What time is it?" she asked, glancing at the clock. "Oh dear, it's already quite late. Go wash up, and I'll serve dinner." Ramya got out of bed, adjusted her disheveled nightgown, picked up their son, and headed to the kitchen to feed him.

Although Ramya had gone to the kitchen, she kept one eye on the bedroom, watching to see what her husband was doing. Right as she looked, Shiva turned on the computer monitor. Ramya noticed him opening and reading the chat window, but she kept watching to see what he would do. Her husband, Shiva, adjusted his crotch over his trousers while glancing toward the kitchen to see what she was doing. Ramya, who was serving rice onto a plate, pretended not to notice him. Shiva closed the chat window and asked, "Ramya, didn't you notice the computer was left on?"

"No... I had a bit of a headache after cooking, so I just came and lay down on the bed. I didn't even notice the computer was on."

"Oh... I see. How is your headache now?" he asked affectionately. He turned off the computer, walked over to Ramya, and embraced her from behind while she was feeding their son. He kissed her neck and pressed his aroused manhood against her buttocks, asking, "Has the headache gone away?"

"Never mind my headache; it seems like *your* crotch-ache is getting worse," she remarked. Finding the daal insufficient for the rice already mixed on her plate, Ramya went into the kitchen to add some more; Shiva followed her, wrapped his arms around her from behind, and—sliding his hands beneath her armpits to firmly knead her breasts—he felt her respond. Knowing exactly why her husband was behaving this way, Ramya smiled coyly and asked, "What is this? You seem to be in quite a spirited mood,  honey.  I’ve been watching you since you arrived—who did you see outside?"