Adultery CUCKOLD HUSBANDS by Prasanthi

[Ramesh_Rocky]

My name is Mohit. I work as an engineer in Delhi for a large chip-maker. I've lived in Delhi for a few years now. My parents immigrated to Southern Delhi about ten years ago and I ended up going to mumbai before moving up north.

I suppose in many ways I've lived a charmed life, but I've always been torn between two worlds, not quite fitting into either of them. My parents wanted me to have a more traditional arranged marriage. I wanted a more modern wife, but someone who wouldn't be afraid to stay at home with the kids.

Finding my wife was interesting. There are many misconceptions about arranged marriage outside of India. No, my parents didn't have somebody in mind, a daughter of a friend of the family. Unlike my parents, who'd only met a few times before they were married, I wasn't going to be forced to marry somebody I hardly knew.

When the time came I was subjected to a daily barrage of emails where I was cc'd by my father, who seemed to spend all his time looking for prospective brides online from his home in delhi.
Still, in the spirit of romance and adventure I'd endeavored to find a suitable match, a girl who I'd fall in love with and be my karmic destiny. That being said, you'd be surprised who you see on these websites. My father once asked me if I'd be interested in a girl who worked down the hall.

When I met Divya she was the perfect match. She was a nurse at a local hospital. She had a kind and caring attitude and we shared similar values.

I called my parents with the happy news that I'd found "The One".

Twelve months after our wedding we had a baby. I was very proud of my wife. She worked hard to get rid of her baby weight. As much as I might have enjoyed it, she didn't make large portions of hearty Indian meals. She was a vegetarian, but kept the white carbs to a minimum. She joined a local YMCA that had child care where she could hit the treadmill, lift weights and generally keep in good shape.

My life was as I imagined it, me the breadwinner, my wife taking care of house and home. We moved from our little apartment to a much nicer area in Los Altos. It was very expensive, but I figured it to be a good investment as real estate in the area was insane. It was a starter home compared to the other houses in the area, a one story ranch house with three bedrooms, but at least we could make the payments comfortably on my income.

There was another Indian family across the street that we'd hang out with, but I didn't really connect with them on a personal level. They were very traditional, nice enough, but not our type. Next door lived an older couple that was a little strange, Das and priya. They had a large house, well decorated and maintained, with a beautiful big pool in their backyard. I could go to my backyard fence and peak through the cracks, but it made me jealous.

The first time I met our neighbors was under unfortunate circumstances. About a month after we moved in, some idiot neighborhood kids had gone down the street, slashing car tires. I was in my work clothes, staring at my flat and pissed off at the world. I'd never changed a flat tire so I rolled up my sleeves and opened the instruction manual for the minivan, locating the donut sized spare tire and the jack.

das came down from his audi to see if he could help. We exchanged friendly greetings, and I felt relieved because he said changing a tire shouldn't be a big problem. Suddenly my situation seemed manageable.

He was in his early 50's, but had this strange youthful vitality. He had a full head of gray hair, was slender, and built like a rock. He told me he was a plastic surgeon. In his open garage I'd spied a couple of motorcycles. He wore a t-shirt that showed off his arms.

His wife Priya also came out, curious as to the commotion on our sleepy street. She was a fox. I'd guessed he'd done some work on her as it was hard to tell her age. I guessed she was in her 50's, but she looked ten or fifteen years younger in a strange artificial way that wasn't off putting. She dressed well, had large fake breasts, wore expensive jewelry and was damn sexy, a true MILF. She had a beautiful ass and thin waist. Liposuction was probably involved. I stared at her for ten seconds too long and when I looked back up, das just winked at me, smirking. I hoped I hadn't offended him.

At this point Divya came out with a cell phone, offering to call the security officer to make a report. I introduced her to our neighbors and started the repairs.

I struggled with the lugnuts on the tire, twisting with all my might to loosen them. Wearing a nice shirt and pants, I kept rubbing my clothes against grimy bolts and parts, souring my mood.

"Woah, woah, watch it," das said, "let me get dirty doing that, I don't have to go to work." He knelt down beside me and I looked up at my wife who couldn't stop smiling as he took the tire iron from me. He put the end around the bolt and pulled up hard. I couldn't believe his arms, all muscle and veins as he yanked up and twisted the bolt loose.

"Oh my," Divya said. I looked at her and frowned. She just laughed, turning her head in an attempt to be modest.

I leaned in, grabbing the tire iron. "Take a break, I can get the next one."

"Be my guest," he snickered, standing over me.

I twisted and turned making the same motion he did, pulled with all my might. My hands hurt but the bolt didn't move.

"Mohit, let das do it, you'll hurt yourself," Divya said.

I made an excuse, "I just don't want to get my clothes dirty, getting in too close."

das just looked at me with squinted eyes like he'd unexpectedly met the village idiot. He took the tool and popped off the next four bolts, each time straining and showing his muscles. He was clearly showing off.

When he was done I was discombobulated having been shown up in a contest of strength. My desk job had failed me. He handed me the jack.

My adrenaline pumping in humiliation, I was determined to finish the job. I put the jack under the car, fumbling as I twisted the crank to lift up the car.

"Mohit, let das do it. He's strong, he can crank it up," again Divya humiliated me.

"He's the strongest guy I ever met," squawked Priya, sounding like she once had a pack a day cigarette habit. She found our situation uninteresting and returned to the house.

I turned over the tire iron to him, a beaten man. He finished the job in a few minutes, including putting on the new tire. My only contribution was putting the lug nuts back on by hand so he could tighten them properly.

Divya thanked him and he leaned in and they hugged. "Thank you das," she said, "You are a real lifesaver!" I shook his hand and went inside to change out of my dirtied office clothes.

The baby was asleep in his crib and Divya followed me into the bedroom.

"It's a good thing das helped us," she said.

"Absolutely." I wasn't going to argue, figuring it was best to let it go. While I changed she came up behind me and planted a kiss on my neck.

"You weren't so bad yourself," she said, reaching around to pull out my manhood. She wanted sex now? We hadn't had proper sex in almost a year, the baby keeping both of us sleep deprived. I decided why not, I'd already called into work warning them I'd had car trouble. Another fifteen minutes wouldn't hurt anything.

We lay on the bed and I reached down between her legs, her thick thatch of pubic hair musky and wet. I slid a finger inside her and she gasped.

"Did you see how big das's arms were?" Her eyes were closed and she moaned slightly.

Where did this come from? "They were kind of weird, huh," I answered.

"He looked like a weightlifter," she answered, "like a bodybuilder. Mohit, please, take me."

She spread her legs and I crawled on top of her, incredibly horny and confused. As I pushed into her I said, "Forgive me for the stupid question, but did he turn you on?"

Divya leaned up and kissed me. "I'm sorry, forgive me honey. It's just been so long.."

I had to agree with that, and frankly, the sex was great. I slid into her, my cock glistening and hard. I quickly burst, flooding her with my white hot semen.

She held me tight, wrapping her legs around me, not letting me go.

I kissed her and begged her forgiveness as I had to work. The entire drive in my mind was a jumble, thinking about Divya's casual erotic response toward das.

Life fell back into it's normal routine, days turned into week that turned into months. Our baby was becoming a toddler and we discussed having a second child. Divya went off her birth control.

Disaster struck for das about six months after the tire incident. He'd come home from work one day and his wife had left him. Of course, we didn't find this out immediately, our Indian neighbors across the street tipped us off.

One evening soon after we were pushing the stroller in from of das's house and saw him in the garage, working on a motorcycle, a half empty beer on his workbench. As always he wore a tight t shirt clearly meant to show off his body. I wondered how that would affect Divya.

We waved to him and he seemed glad to see us. "Hey you two!" he said, "I need a break, you two want a beer?"

Divya and I looked at each other. We very rarely drank, it was verboten in our families, but Divya surprised me and said, "Sure, why not," as I was declining his offer.

"Oh!" I said surprised. "Well, happy wife, happy life," and we pushed the baby up the driveway into his spacious garage.

He showed me the Harley he was working on, and asked Divya if she'd prefer a glass of wine, which she gladly accepted. "Okay," he said, "Bring the little one, I'll give you the grand tour."

His home was spacious and beautiful, easily three times larger than our place and with an independent distinctive architecture that subtly oozed class. He showed us the top floor, each room more interesting than the last until he showed us the master bedroom and bath. The place was fit for a prince. I looked out his back bedroom window, admiring the commanding view. I noticed immediately that he could see right into our backyard without any problems.

I was shocked. I knew that sometimes Divya hung laundry out back, trying to be environmentally friendly, and she'd go topless or even completely naked from the laundry room to a clothesline on the back patio. I wondered if he'd gotten a good look at my wife.

"You have a great view," I said.

"You can see everything from up here, the wildlife is quite beautiful," he laughed as he said it. I wondered if I should be offended at the answer.

"You know Divya, I know it's getting hot, do you have air conditioning?" das asked.

"No," Divya answered.

"Well feel free to come on over and use the pool, all of you. Just knock first," das offered.

Tour over, downstairs he broke out the wine, pouring Divya the first glass. "Aren't you worried about nursing the baby?" I warned her.

"I'm a doctor," das said, "Your little boy will just get a good night sleep, I'm sure you both need it."

"Indeed," said my wife, taking a sip. "Pardon me for asking, but I'd heard from our neighbors that Priya no longer lives here?"

I was embarrassed by her question. "Divya, please.."

"No no, it's a good question. The neighbors are right. Can you believe she left me for another guy?" He cackled as he said it. "I guess I made her tits too big. Rich old guy. I think she wanted somebody who wasn't going to outlive her," and he laughed heartily, flexing one arm, a gold Rolex on his tan wrist as his veins popped.

"Oh my!" Divya said, exactly as she responded the first time she saw his body in action.

It occurred to me that as a doctor, perhaps he had easy access to steroids or HGH. Maybe he took testosterone.

"That's what I get for marrying one of my nurses, what do I expect?" das howled, nudging me.

We grinned at each other. "You know, my wife is a nurse by trade," I said happily, glad he'd put his foot in his mouth. I longed to better him and finally he tripped up. I expected him to apologize.

"Then maybe you better watch your wallet with this one!" He said. "Well, unless she trades up," and he he looked at Divya who was laughing, and she FUCKING WINKED at him.

'You know Divya, it's Divya right?" das said, "You know, I've been in the business of self improvement for a long time, and you have done a fantastic job of losing your baby weight, but if you ever want a consultation feel free to stop by and I'm sure I can help you out."

"What do you mean?" I asked.

"Well, pardon me, do you mind? I'm going to get a little close here," and he put his hand on Divya's shoulder in the way a doctor would to explain something personal. "Nursing a baby can really remove the youthful bounce a woman has in her bust area," and he outlined the bottom of my wife's breasts, not touching, but very close. "Some women also want us to do a little tummy tuck after a pregnancy, slim down the waistline," again he outlined areas he would work on. Divya looked at me smiling. She enjoyed his attention.

I wanted to punch the charming bastard and maybe even slap my wife. I kept my cool.

"Oh that's quite all right Doctor," my wife had slipped into her old nurse habits, "Perhaps when we are finished having children."

"Of course," das said and we made more small talk and had a second glass of wine before excusing ourselves.

We were both a little tipsy as we left. Walking up the driveway Divya said, "Isn't he great? Such an interesting neighbor. I can't wait to jump in the pool."

"Are you kidding me? I thought he was extremely unprofessional. The way he oggled you!" I said.

"You think he was oggling me?" Divya didn't seem upset, she seemed pleased!

Once inside she put the boy to bed for the night and I took a shower. Divya once again was incredibly aroused. When I came out of the bathroom she was on all fours in bed, naked, her hand reaching up between her legs, rubbing her hairy patch as she fingered herself. I'd never seen her like this.

"Every cloud has a silver lining," I mumbled.

"What?" she looked back me, a passionate look on her face. "Please Mohit, let's do it like this. Take me like an animal on all fours. I'll pretend it's das."

"Are you out of your mind?" I said, but the sight of her made me hard. "Time for you to take it, bitch." Now this may sound vulgar and rough but my wife doesn't mind me getting a little aggressive in the bedroom. For the first time, though, I sort of meant it.

I hated when she got in this position. My erect penis is barely long enough to penetrate her properly and I'm always slipping out. I placed my head at her opening and pushed, easily sliding it. I got a good rhythm going and lost concentration, my cock sliding out and poking her ass. "Mohit, no, please," she reached back grabbing it and put it in the right spot.

I tried again and again it slipped out. Clearly frustrated, she sighed heavily and turned over. I entered her as she spread her legs and I finished in minutes. Even after I pulled out, my seed leaking from her, she rubbed her clit for another couple of minutes until she came.

A few days later I'd been working late, and rang Divya to tell her I wouldn't be back until eight or so. In the background I heard some splashing and the laughter of our son. "Where are you?" I asked.

"Oh, I'm over at das's," she said, "It's so hot, the pool is refreshing."