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Update 19

After I reached Delhi I left Preethi alone for the next two nights with Kumar. This was not the first time I had left her alone as I had done so earlier during my earlier India trip. However, this time if felt hurt. 

During the course of watching her mating Kumar or when she comes to me after mating Kumar my excitements soared. But always later when I am alone I started feeling dejected and pained. Having willingly given my approval I had to live through the consequence. This thought kept hounding me. Those two days I craved for Preethi. 

Her presence, her sexual teasing and role plays kept my excitement level high and numbed my other feelings.

Those two nights Malathy filled up for Preethi. In fact that was the first time Malathy was sleeping with me. Malathy went out of the way and did whatever Preethi did to Kumar without my asking. She too enjoyed the sex with multiple orgasms. I think she sensed my remorseful state and tried her best to make me forget. 

After the second night the following morning Malathy wanted me to accompany her for a short visit to a nearby shopping mall. The ETA of flight in which Preethi and Kumar were coming in was 12 noon and expected to reach our hotel an hour after that. There was an earlier flight but it was fully booked already. After finishing her shopping I was sitting with Malathy at a coffee shop and chatting. 

Malathy asked, “I see you look worried”

Looking deeply into her eyes I replied, “Yes”

Malathy, “I know for any man this will hurt his ego more than anything else. Please wait for just another two weeks I am arranging the ideal medicine for that” implying my mating Devi.

I said, “It is not that. I have never been an egotist per se.”

Malathy, “I know about upright values too and I know that it hurts as you are doing something against those values”

I exhaled and replied, “That and some more”

Malathy asked, “What else?”

I said, “I feel that I am losing Preethi”

"What are you talking about? She loves you so much and she wants to live up as your ideal wife" she asked surprised. 

"I know she loves me" I responded

"Come on Anand. I don’t think she has failed her duty as your wife ever," she responded.

“I know that too. But she also confided in me that mating anyone other than me excites her so much” I said

Malathy, “I sensed it only during our last conversation that you overheard. But in the past few days she mentioned about her boss flirting with her and she too is excited about it”

I said, “Yes she mentioned that to me also”

Malathy, “What was your response?” 

I could not confess to Malathy that Preethi mentioned about it while holding my dick in her hand.

I simply said, “She sort of played with my fantasy”

Malathy was initially thoughtful and said, “I think she is doing to extend both your fantasies. All along she was feeling guilty that she was indulging more than you. Now that she knows that you also enjoy her mating other men she is simply extending the boundaries”

I remained silent.

Malathy, “You are worried about it. Aren’t you?”

I said, “Yes. Actually this whole fantasy bit is getting the better of me”

Malathy, “It is bound to happen with any socially unacceptable act. You can never continue with this once your kids start growing up. Till then enjoy the wild excitement”

I said, “I guess you are right. But my worry is more about Preethi”

Malathy, “There is no way you are going to lose her”

I said, “In a way you are right. She will never want to lose me also. But her desires and fantasies will make her to cuckold me”

Malathy casually asked, “Isn’t she already doing it with your approval?”

I kept quiet.

Malathy said, “Please do not dwell too much into that term. It only means a husband who allows his wife to mate others. Preethi will never demean you in any manner. Whatever fun she wants to have with anyone will be only with your approval. Now that she is 100% sure that you too enjoy her mating others, as a duty she will ensure that your enjoyment if complete”

Probably thanks to my pure Indian background there were a few things I could never talk to Malathy who was borne and brought up in the US. I remained silent again.

Malathy, “You are worried about her intentions to mate her boss?”

I asked a question instead, “What did she tell you about it?”

Malathy started, “It was after the night Kumar mounted her while you were in your room” 

I interjected, “She mentioned that?”

Malathy said, “She mentioned only that. But knowing your excitement level I presumed that you would have also watched them doing it. Am I correct?”

I couldn’t deny.

Malathy said, “She was so excited about your enjoying her being with Kumar. She said she wants to ensure you enjoy to the fullest extent. That’s when the topic diverted to her boss. Actually she herself opened it and then said that since you enjoy her mating other men she is considering allowing her boss further.”

I said in an exasperated tone, “Where is it going to end?”

Malathy, “Oh please do not worry about her boss. I am sure it will be a sporadic affair after all. Preethi knows the social implications full well and will ensure that in no way your reputation is tarnished”

Malathy further reiterated saying, "Preethi loves you and she knows you did this for her,"

I asked, “"Is it to advance her career?" implying Preethi’s interest in her boss.

Malathy, “That will be only a fringe benefit. Knowing your uprightness she will never blatantly do it that way. I think she is genuinely interested in him. But I guess that alone is not the reason. Kumar might have to travel frequently in future and hence may not be available for her always. I guess she is planning ahead and keeping you informed about her plan in advance" 

It was not something that I wanted to hear as we were extending our boundaries beyond what I had initially intended. We were in a reasonable position financially and I hoped to do much better in the coming years at my firm. Besides, I was also toying with the idea of starting a venture of my own and was confident of pulling it off. There were simply too many complications with what Preethi was planning. 

"Preethi never discussed these things with me," I complained.

“I think she will, at the right time" said Malathy and continued, “But, Trust her instincts. Trust me; you have nothing to worry. If you don't interfere in her affairs as you did with Kumar she will ensure that both your enjoyments are maximized"

I felt sick at the way things were taking shape. But I could not spell them out to Malathy as I have been party to all this thus far. 

"What are your plans when she gets back?" she asked steering the conversation away from the sensitive issue.

"Nothing we should be boarding our flight," I responded. We had a flight early evening.

"Oh, poor boy," wrote Malathy, "wouldn't you love to peruse her well-used body?" 

"As a matter of fact, I would like to be with Preethi sometime before we leave" I wrote her back.

Malathy abruptly said, "She will be through with Kumar. For now at least and 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.

"Preethi is in her prime and Kumar is a virile man," she reasoned.

"Did you know that he knocked up a married white woman once?" asked Malathy.

"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.

“So he enjoys screwing other’s wife” I commented

Malathy, “Yes 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 friend's wife?" I asked.

"Not to the extent you would imagine," she said.

"It seems to be the only thing that drives Preethi, 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."

"Do you like to be with her soon after she mates Kumar?" she suddenly asked.

"Yes."

"Well, then Preethi has read your mind," she said.

"What?" I asked surprised by Malathy's statement.

"As we are talking, she is letting Kumar mount her for one last time."

“Where?”

"In our room," she responded. 

"They have been at it for more than an hour, now. They came by the earlier flight and checked in as soon as we left the hotel. Would you mind giving them another hour? Considering Kumar wouldn't get to see her for another two weeks, he would have at least two sessions with her. Alas, he can't wait any longer because our flight is in a little over two hours from now."

I silently gave my approval. 

“How many times they must have done so far during this trip?" I asked changing the topic. 

Malathy shared my fascination for numbers.

“I guess about a dozen times”

That was impressive given that they had only five nights; out of which they spent only 2 nights by themselves. Not to mention the hectic schedule sightseeing that could easily sap anyone's energy. Given the circumstances and surroundings these sessions must have been briefer than any of their previous encounters but they certainly must have been intense as Kumar and Preethi had a purpose now. 

We talked a little of our plans after we return back to the US. Malathy and Kumar were contemplating if they should move to SF given we both officially accepted to have Preethi as his mistress. Kumar wasn't keen on moving since he thought he could spend quality time with her without encroaching on our lifestyle. Malathy confessed that Preethi had decided that Friday was reserved for Kumar. Our home having three bedrooms also helped. It was clear Malathy might be around a few days a week so the three bedrooms would certainly be a necessity. Malathy briefly touched upon the follow-up part of her promise and assured that as early as next month, I might get to taste Devi. We chatted a little longer and then Malathy told me that it was time to head back as Preethi would have stepped out of their room.

[kamdev99008]

Update 20

That coffee shop was around ten minutes away from the hotel and I dashed backed to the hotel in less than five minutes. At the front desk I enquired if my wife had arrived and they confirmed so. I ascended the stairs to my room; it was on the second floor, the far corner of the building. I wondered if Preethi controlled her moans as the walls weren't quite sound proof in the room. Climbing two flights of stair was hardly a strain to me, yet my heart was pacing frantically as I knocked on the door. I heard Preethi ask,

"Who is it?"

"It's me. Anand," I responded. And in a few moments, Preethi opened the door and let me in. I met her after two days and was relieved to see her safe and sound. I hugged her. She let me in and latched the door and turned to face me. I could see her face for once after she had been thoroughly fucked. Her face was still flushed red and it was clear that she was in bed with him not more than ten minutes ago. She was wearing a black colored night gown and looked sultry in her sexy lingerie that was skimpy by Indian standards.

"Honey," she said as she embraced me, "Looks like you missed your wife." Her red lips were gently parted and waited for mine. I lowered my lips on her and she kissed me back seductively. Our kisses became intense and very soon she groped my crotch. We liberally exchanged saliva and I sensed that she had stale breath but didn't smell much of semen. 

"Looks like you have been waiting for your turn," she said seductively breaking the kiss. Preethi pushed me down on the bed and pulled down my trousers. In a moment she pulled out my very hard member. I wondered if after spending two days with Kumar, she noticed the stark difference between our sizes and to my utter surprise she actually admitted that.

"Kumar is way bigger than you," she exhaled as she kneeled down to take mine in her mouth. It was a rare moment. She almost never initiated intercourse and especially in the manner she did today; trying to perform fellatio right at the outset. Perhaps this is how she approached sex with Kumar. It felt heavenly. She played with my testicles and tickled below my balls with her tongue. I agonized as she only teased me and never moved to my puckered hole. I was in no hurry to ejaculate, however. After about five minutes into the act, she said, "Oh, I forgot, he left something for you."

She turned around and straddled my face in our favorite 69 position. A pungent smell hit my nose first and then the musky smell of semen. It seemed Preethi didn't wash herself for a while and decided to present herself soaked in his ejaculations. I slid her gusset aside and examined her lips. As expected they were quite distended. 

"You are the best!" she moaned as my tongue circled her open vulva.

"Beyond any doubt," she seethed 

"No wonder so many bulls are eagerly waiting to mount your wife," she mumbled totally out of context.

Preethi was indeed responding violently even after having a prolonged session with Kumar. Then she turned to face me and started stroking me and kissing me. In between kisses our sexy talk continued.

"Who are all the bulls?" I encouraged her to complete the list.

"Well practically everyone I ever met but some have been persistent."

"I told you about the black partner, right?" she quickly added.

"Yes"

"He is interested …"

"Why would you want someone like that?"

"If you have not realized, I intend to have a bigger family." I know she was teasing from her naughty smile.

"You always thought children were too much of a chore," I complained playfully.

"Yes they are," she replied looking deeply into my eyes; her lips curling again in the same naughty smile with mischief glittering in her eyes.

"Making them though is not a chore," she said and kissed me forcefully. The sexual heat emanating from her was driving me crazy. While Preethi had been vocal earlier; she never behaved in a randy fashion. Tonight she exuded a sexual aura that I had never sensed earlier. It reminded me of the lionesses in heat that would titillate the male lions to mate with her. I had always wondered if the lioness would care if the male lion happened to be the pride owner or another young male lion or perhaps a nomadic lion that happened to be around. Preethi was entering into the mood again with the thought of conceiving from Kumar (or other bulls?). She stroked my penis while kissing me forcefully. In a matter of minutes, I couldn't handle it any further and proceeded to mount her. She broke the kiss momentarily, and wording her disapproval, "No," continued to kiss me. 

When I asked, “Why? I thought you are done with getting impregnated by him” I asked.

She replied, “Not for another week at least for me to be sure”

I replied, “Ok. I have bought some condoms”

She rejected that too saying they are not safe. To me it looked like she wanted to preserve the exclusivity till her fertile period is over which is another week away.

Her stroking motion continued and not able to control myself, I humped rhythmically with her stroke.

As we settled into a good rhythm, she said, "Use my hand while my bull mates me and implants a baby." Her hand guided mine to her wet pussy and urged me to finger her. It was a weird scene. 

"Tell me," she exhaled, "wouldn't you want Kumar to father all your children?" Preethi was in an elated state and was intensely enjoying verbal humiliation. I myself was amused by the situation but her taunts were pleasurable, given the way she handled me. At that time it never seemed she was berating me; instead it was to titillate me. The pain came much later.

"Wouldn't you?" she asked me again; certainly not expecting any answer from me.

"Or would you rather give each of your friends a chance," she seethed as she probed my anal opening with her right hand. My fingers were furiously see-sawing through her sloppy vagina. Preethi was far more attractive than any of the other women in our circle and hence I was sure none would refuse such a splendid opportunity.

"Or would you rather hand the privilege to black partner from my firm?" she asked teasingly. I kissed her in response.

"Who would you prefer?" I asked breaking the kiss.

"Does it matter?" she replied after a brief pause.

"As long as I am in heat and it is not you - the lawful owner - who is mounting," she added giggling.

"Seriously," I urged her.

"Kumar is obviously a choice," she answered thinking a little.

"Don't stop," she urged me to continue the humping motion as I had slowed down my tempo.

"The black partner from my office might be a good candidate," she reasoned, 

"Did you enjoy your time away with Kumar," I asked changing the topic.

"Very much," she said and leaned into me for a hot kiss.

"Although, I wished you were there to prime and soothe me," she said breaking the kiss.

"Are you in love with him?" I asked. 

She was not getting alarmed as in the previous occasions. Instead laughed and acted surprised with my question.

"Honey," she said, "The only person who deserves my love and adoration is you!" she said emphatically.

"Do you feel Kumar and Malathy have kind of played with us," I asked.

"Yes," she responded after a little thought.

"There is no way you would agree to have him impregnate me."

"Were you aware of this?" I asked.

"To some extent and I played along only after realizing that you actually enjoyed the thought of sharing your wife with him."

"Was the pregnancy thing his idea or your idea?" I asked.

"It was our idea," she said, "I mean it was yours and mine."

"Mine," I responded stunned.

"You relish the very thought of it," she added emphatically. I didn’t want to argue and upset her.

"To me as a woman, it was only natural that the one that pleases me more in the bed deserved a chance." 

I kissed her and tried to roll on top of her; trying my luck the second time.

She stopped me again. 

I massaged her breasts and kneaded her nipples. I wasn't sure if my mind was playing tricks with me but her breasts looked a little swollen. I nibbled on her nipples and gently squeezed them while she gently stroked my hard penis. As I moved to get on top of her, she said, "I think you better not."

"Why?" I asked.

"You made the conscious choice of having your wife impregnated by your well-endowed friend. Now don't complain. Let his seed soak in," she added.

"If you could let me catch my breath a little," she said, "I will help you ejaculate," pushing me down towards her pussy.

Ever since this episode became official I wanted to be with Preethi and spend quality time with her. Somehow, Malathy's mind play was working on me as I tried to prove on every occasion that I indeed was a good lover. I started losing my erection.

Preethi sensed this and asked me, "Is something wrong honey?"

"You seem to be anxious about something."

"Don't know," I responded.

"There sure is something," she said.

"I hope you are not too jealous," she said in concerned tone.

"No, it's not that," I responded.

"Good. Kumar is just a fuck-mate."

"He might get to implant his seed in me but I am so proud that you would be the father of my children," she said sexily, her hand gripping my penis now. 

I moved in to kiss her and she kissed me forcibly pushing her tongue deep into my mouth. I instinctively humped and she tightened her grip but just enough to let my penis slide in through her palm. She encouraged me to continue the humping motion and very soon I was see-sawing through her palm in search for my climax to relieve my anxiety. I moved my left hand to her pussy and fingered her pussy but very lightly and gently kneading her clit. We kissed each other very sensuously as both of us enjoyed the pleasant and different experience.

"How many times did you do it?" I asked in between our kisses.

"13," she said instantaneously. 

"How was it?" I asked.

"Fantastic," was her reply.

"Is there any way I can watch both of you?" I asked. She stopped for a moment and said, "You have already seen us in action once." My heart skipped a beat when I heard this. It reminded me of last year's Valentine day, which Malathy and I had secretly watched. However, I mustered courage and said, "It was too dark," implying that she was referring to the second night of safari.

"Do you want to see how well he treats your wife?" she asked sexily and kissed me.

"Let me assure you," she said, "He makes best use of the privilege you have given him."

"I know," I said.

"How badly you want it?" she asked.

"Come on, don't stop it," she said as I slowed down my tempo.

"Pretty badly," I groaned.

She again started her sexy talk and went on for a while. I was nowhere near reaching orgasm and decided to call it off.

As our excitement settled down, she said, "You may not have the pleasure of watching us anytime soon as Kumar is shy about these things." 

We settled the topic to rest for a while before we get ready to leave. 

As we nuzzled into each other I playfully said, "You have become such a slut!" 

As I completed that sentence I thought ‘Is she really becoming one?’

"I take that as a compliment," she jokingly responded and added, "But remember I am your wife and Kumar's slut!"

Her words kept reverberating in my mind.

We rested for a while and were about to leave to the airport, she hugged and thanked me for being an understanding husband. She confessed her love for me. Suddenly she knelt before me unzipped me and she proceeded to give me a blow-job. Her sudden act surprised me. This time she assured that I could come in her mouth - only for that one time, though. For the next ten minutes she gave me one of the best blow jobs. It was impressive that she deep-throated me several times and her suction was so effective that I couldn't hold on for more than ten minutes. She didn't even use her hands and yet I ended up ejaculating so quickly. She gulped much of it but did pass me on some when she kissed me. She again warned me that I wouldn't get such a privilege for a long time as it was primarily reserved for her bulls. Her open admissions irritated me. She was so excited I didn’t want to talk further on such topics. Besides on second thought I felt it was childish. Once my semen left me and if it is not going through her nether lips I didn’t care where it went. Probably the habit of masturbation from younger days made me think so.

[kamdev99008]

Update 21

Back in the US over the next week or so the same theme followed in our bedroom where Preethi always teased and each time she tested the boundaries by throwing the humiliating questions at critical moments of our love making, in the process extending our boundaries. The wordings and manner in which she posed them varied but they pointed to the very same acts. Preethi was in constant state of arousal for the next week and she was always looking for opportunities to indulge in a little foreplay.

Kumar and Malathy returned a few days after we arrived in the US but due to our hectic work schedule we didn't get to spend any time with them. Preethi and Kumar were extremely busy with their work and didn't have any chance to socialize for another week. Although, Preethi got a little time on hand later during the weekend but Kumar was sucked into an escalation that didn't allow him any time at all. Preethi was sexually frustrated by not having an opportunity to mate with Kumar for more than 15 days. She had tasted blood after a long layover and certainly didn't enjoy the brief gap.

It turned out that Kumar got an opportunity to be with Preethi the second weekend after we landed in the US. Malathy had to meet some friends over that weekend so she decided to stay at her place all by herself while Kumar decided to stay at our place for the weekend as his work required him to be present in the San Francisco area for any escalation over the weekend. 

I anticipated this session to be an extremely hot one since Preethi had been longing this for more than a week but wasn't sure if it would indeed be as intense and long as Kumar was overworked ever since he got back from vacation. I wanted to watch them mate but knew there was no way to spy on them. We were living in a town house - and the windows were facing exterior of the building and there was absolutely no way to peek inside the bedrooms. 

I knew they will be mating in our first guest bedroom which Preethi had tacitly conveyed to me that she will use when Kumar is around. The bed was much farther from the door and hence there was very little hope of overhearing them, unless they made loud noises or yelled. I did some research on the Internet and found a very nice way of using cell phone as an eavesdropping device. It was a risky strategy but I wasn't too concerned about getting caught by Preethi as she very well knew my desire to eavesdrop on them.

On that Friday, I reached home a little earlier and after a little foreplay with Preethi got down to my work. The equipment was ready and needed to be located at the right place so that I could hear them in the act. The bedside table was the right place but it could be conspicuous if they made love with the lights on. I didn't believe they would - if at all the bedside lamp would be on. Kumar arrived a little after 10:00 and soon sat down for dinner. Kumar never gulped his food down unlike Preethi and I, who were very quick with dinners. He liked to usually have his food watching TV without getting disturbed. Preethi came into our bedroom after a little chitchat with him.

"He is here, honey," she whispered closing the door behind her.

"He is here to mount your wife," she said giggling and gave an open mouthed kiss. She pulled me down as she sat on the bed saying, "Come, and quickly prepare me for him." She was wearing another of her favorite night gowns that I had given her as a gift on our anniversary. All I had to do was slid my hand up, push aside the gusset and drive my tongue into the folds of her vagina. She didn't need any lubrication as her vagina was extremely wet and soppy. Nevertheless, I obediently licked her up for the next fifteen minutes until she thought she was ready for Kumar's onslaught. As she stepped out into the living room downstairs, I walked into the guestroom as though I was searching for something and I hurriedly setup the phone near the bedside and hoped that Preethi and Kumar don't notice it.

Preethi took a few minutes to clean up the table and tidy up the kitchen before she joined him on the sofa. While at the sofa, they didn't talk much but just watched the program on TV. They didn't stay there for long and soon moved to our guest bedroom.

"You look gloomy," Preethi broke the silence. I could hear pretty well through the cell phone, although they weren't exactly near the phone. Kumar didn't respond.

"Don't worry," she added cheering him up, "this sexy lady is here to help you relax."

"What's up?"

"Still having problems with your boss?" she said. The sound of the creaking bed let me know that they moved to the bed.

"I am not sure, I will get the promotion," he said in despair.

"Why do you give up?"

"It is not just about work."

"I know."

"Malathy, isn't willing?"

"Don't think so," he responded dryly and continued "Not sure if that would tilt the scales."

"Well, your other wife will surely tilt the scales," she said sexily. Alarm bells started blaring in my mind. ‘What the hell is this female up to?’

"I can't let that happen," Kumar responded.

"You are too possessive," she responded. There was some silence and then I heard sounds of lips smacking. It seemed like an elaborate kiss as the silence and slurping sound lasted a lot longer than I had anticipated.

"Wow, you are too hot," I heard Preethi breaking the kiss.

"Looks like Malathy is not taking good care of your needs," she added.

"While she is a good wife, she never could live up to my expectations in the bedroom," Kumar responded.

"And you are pretty sure, she wouldn't live up to the expectations of your boss?" she asked.

"She is not determined and she is definitely not the type."

"Malathy is almost 32 and certainly doesn't have the libido to satisfy his needs."

"He needs a young woman."

"White men have a fetish for brown skin," said Preethi continuing, "And older men, all over the world, are ever willing to mount a woman half their age!"

"It's true," responded Kumar and then said "The story, however, is much complex. Powerful men," he exhaled, "need precious belongings of others. They only choose worthy baits. Married women, who are young, demure, and yet willing to experiment in the bedroom."

"Hmm..." said Preethi, perhaps as she took his penis in her mouth.

Then she asked, "What do you want today? Want to hump my face? Or should I just rim you?"

"Do you agree," he asked her continuing her earlier description of his boss.

"You seem to describe yourself," giggled Preethi.

"Instead of spending your nights with your middle aged wife, you prefer to mount your friend's young wife. What's worse," she added, "You impregnate her and expect your friend to raise your child."

"There is a difference, though,” said Kumar continuing, “When you would be her age, your passion for sex would not wane, perhaps it would subside a little."

"Even then most would prefer a woman of age 24 over a woman of age 32,” retorted Preethi

"Perhaps true about older men," responded Kumar.

"Let me hump you," he said nonchalantly, "Rimming may not be a good idea."

"Are you ready for it all the way?" he asked.

"Yes, I almost skipped dinner. Go slow, however," she urged him.

I heard some rustling of bed sheets as they arranged themselves in right position for her face fuck. It seemed like a very important ordeal for Kumar and perhaps these were the perks that tethered him to her even after his excitement for conquest subsided. It very clearly depicted how she placed her bull on higher pedestal over her husband. It surprised me how close they had gotten as the conversation seemed very similar to the conversation between amorous couples who have shed all inhibitions. Preethi was willing to bed his boss to advance his career and it seemed they had contemplated for a few days, if not weeks. What hurt my core was that she didn't mind Malathy's unwillingness to help Kumar and instead volunteered to even take her place in that regard. It seemed Malathy had never met any of his colleagues, otherwise such a move could never be considered. In essence, I was infuriated at own my naivety. 

For the next five or ten minutes, I only heard some moaning sounds and the sounds of slurping saliva. Towards the end the bed creaked a lot more than one would expect during a face fuck. However, having witnessed the action once and my wife's willingness, I knew that this was normal.

"Hmmm..." I heard sound of Preethi after a while, "you certainly must have enjoyed that. I could have let you deposit your stuff in my throat but it needs to the right place for now."

"Where is the lubrication," he asked.

"Don't worry about that," she responded.

"The thoughts of your boss mounting me have already provided enough lubrication," she chuckled. 

I was getting worked up. My excitement was totally gone.

"You are taking it lightly," he said, "It might be very well him pushing his penis inside you." Preethi grunted as he pushed his penis inside her.

"And rightly so," she answered between her moans. 

Stunned I continue hearing her say, "After all he is your boss and you are getting something in return."

"You indeed are fairly lubricated," he commented.

"Well, both of my husband's keep me fairly busy these days. I am always on the edge," she responded sexily.

"Are you serious about romancing my boss?" he asked shafting her.

"Yes," she immediately responded.

"I do have an interesting idea, though," she grunted.

"What?" I heard Kumar ask.

"Let's meet him and once he is salivating, drop in the news that I am willing but it has to wait since we are in the middle of starting a family."

"That would make him even more aggressive," he said.

"Precisely, you can broker the best deal for allowing him to mate your wife during her fertile period."

"Obviously, I would already be pregnant before we attempt this."

"Would Anand agree for this?" he asked.

"Anand doesn't have to know"

My world fell apart on hearing this. 

"How long are you willing to entertain him?" he asked.

"Till my water tube breaks"

"Are you serious?"

"The question is are you ready?"

"Are you willing to let him mount your mistress?"

"More importantly are you willing to accept the promotion and relocate to India?"

I was surprised to learn about this new development. I didn't know that Kumar had decided about it and not shared with Malathy. I wondered if that had helped Preethi in making her mind on starting a family right away.

"I don't have a choice," he exhaled.

"Either way, I have to move back to India."

"It would help to move into a better position; that way I could support our children financially," he said.

"So, I am willing to make that happen."

"You don't know much about him," said Kumar.

"Does it matter?" she quipped.

"Good that you are not my wife," he retorted, "You are such a slut."

"Huh..." grunted Preethi, perhaps in response to his sudden plunge into her.

"The feeling is mutual," she responded quickly.

"You are great fuck but would make a terrible husband."

"Don't waste time and fuck me and show that you deserve to father my children," she added. For the next ten minutes, I could hear Kumar plowing her and as expected Preethi was fairly noisy. 

The urge I had to see her mate with Kumar secretly and hear every word of their conversation had completely vanished.

While thinking about Preethi willing to bed Kumar’s boss for his promotion it reminded me of her plans for the black partner from her office; all the two aspects when put together clarified a few things. Preethi had only played with that to find out my reaction to her helping Kumar get a promotion. 

In the process Preethi made a fool of me.

"Did that relax you?" she asked. Kumar didn't reply; perhaps he was still catching his breath.

"Tell me about him," she asked.

"No don't," she quipped, "Let it soak in."

"He is 46. Married for twenty years and has two daughters. Eldest one just turned 18 and youngest is 15."

"What about his wife?"

"She stays at home and is about his age."

"How does he look?"

"Not very good looking"

"Slightly tall but overweight, bald and dark"

"His wife is pretty, though," he added.

"What's at stake?" she asked calmly.

"If I cooperate then I will get a fairly senior position in the India center. Otherwise, just a management position"

"How open are you with him?"

"Very open"

"He openly demanded it," he said.

"He said he wanted to bed your wife."

"No."

"All he needed was a little excitement in life."

"But he doesn’t want prostitutes. Only homely housewives who had normal lives and the kind who would rarely indulge in such things,"

"Where did he expect to find such women?" asked Preethi.

"In a sense, he implied it had to be my wife!"

"For how long?" she asked.

"For couple of months, perhaps"

"Did you show him my photograph?" she asked.

"No, I wasn't sure."

“I will give you one of those we took during the desert safari”

It surprised me that Preethi and Kumar had earlier discussed about this issue and Preethi had tacitly agreed to help him. At this point, I was quite certain that the black partner from her firm was none but Kumar's boss and they were just testing me. 

However, Kumar wasn't aware of the fact that I might be awake and overhearing them and hence wasn't certain if Kumar himself was aware of this. I heard slurping sound on the phone and realized that Preethi was finishing up her mistress duty for the night. I believed, she would spend the night with him but was surprised when I heard her get up and say, "Sleep tight. I need to go fulfill my wifely duties." 

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Update 22

I was furious after hearing their conversation about Preethi accepting to entertain Kumar's boss for him to get his promotion. I felt so bad that I have let things go out of my hands this far and Preethi misusing the freedom. 

On the eve of this millennium when Preethi emphatically suggested that we have to return the favor to Kumar and Malathy by her being his surrogate wife I did get a feeling in the corner of my mind as though I am whoring out my wife for his providing us free accommodation. 

But now Kumar’s blatant plan to whore Preethi to his boss for him to get his promotion infuriated me. And in the pretext of deriving the psychological thrill of mating anyone other than me Preethi was eager to comply. 

I feel wretched. 

Preethi entered our room. I was standing by the window looking out. She hugged me from behind.

“I knew you can’t get sleep without me cuddling you. So I came back to my husband quickly finishing my mistress duties”

I turn around and she clung to my neck and passionately kissed me raising herself on her toes.

It took a moment for her to realize my tension and my soft dick. 

“What’s the matter honey? You don’t seem ok?”

I took a deep breath, “I overheard you both”

“How?”

I showed her the mobile phone and told about my planting another in the guest room. 

As I expected Preethi didn’t get angry or annoyed. With a naughty smile she asked, “So what is your next plan a video camera?”

I was silent. 

“Hey, come on. What’s in your mind? Didn’t you enjoy listening to our session?”

“It’s not that. But I am upset about what you both spoke during and towards the end of it” I said in a tone as controlled as I could manage.

A slow realization came to her and in a mildly apologetic tone she said, “Well, actually it is his boss and not my boss I was hinting to you about all along. Since you didn’t object to it I thought you liked the idea.”

“Doing it for fun or psychological thrill is way different from doing it for monetary benefit isn’t it? It’s whoring you out” My voice was slowly rising. 

It was obvious Preethi was taken aback at my reaction. In a consoling tone she said “Why you think so? As far as I am concerned, I will only be doing to fulfill our fantasies. If it turns out that Kumar gets some mileage out of it, so be it. After all it will only help you monetarily to raise our children”

“No! I don’t want such a help” my voice was quite raised and Preethi was getting mildly alarmed at my unusual anger. But during the past one month, particularly since she started opening out she has been quite open and bold with me. That boldness was still there.

She tersely said, “Ok. I will tell Kumar not to proceed”

She went to the bathroom, I am sure to clean Kumar’s semen off her pussy she had been saving as a cream-pie for me.

When she came back I was lying on the bed. She came to bed and nuzzled against me.

“I am sorry. I never thought it will upset you so much. Had I known I wouldn’t even have entertained the idea when Kumar raised it first” 

I was quiet. 

She continued, “I think, you are also upset about my telling Kumar that you don’t have to know about it. But let me tell you something. I would not have started without your approval. That is the reason I asked him to hold for some more time though I gave him some other reason. But I understand why you are getting upset. How can he introduce me as his wife? Even if he introduces me as his friend’s wife it will paint a very bad picture about me and you. After all it will be Kumar and Malathy who are moving out of US while we will be living here and some day we as a couple may come across that man socially”

I couldn’t help chiding in a caustic tone, “God! Preethi, since when you started thinking about consequences?”

Now it is her turn to get upset, “What do you mean by that remark?”

“Well, I thought you were always single minded about anyone other than me fucking you, even if it means whoring yourself”

Before I realizing what I was saying I had said that.

“Let us not continue this conversation in your current state of mind. But remember one thing. It has been your fantasy also. Not just mine. Right up to my getting impregnated by Kumar, that too in your presence”

I just got up from the bed and went to the study.

I just sat in my desk staring at nothing. I was still fuming then I realized things had not gone out of hand yet. Whatever happened thus far were with my approval. I thought I need not have been so harsh with her. But then this is the first time we were talking about consequences rather than mere fantasies. 

After ten minutes or so Preethi came there and stood facing me leaning on the desk arms folded. 

With a stern face she asked, “Tell me honestly. Are you happy about my carrying Kumar’s baby? About you raising it?”

By then I was quite composed. I merely looked at her for quite a while … 

“Well, it’s a mixed feeling” I said genuinely.

“What do you mean?” she quipped.

“You were always not for having kids, while I always wanted to have at least two or three kids if not more. And you know I love kids. After a lot of my persuasion you had agreed to have just one. But you were not averse to the idea of adopting kids. So, when you wanted to be impregnated by Kumar and have his baby, in a way I was happy. Instead of adopting orphan kids it will at least be your genes. But after seeing how mean he can go I feel an orphan kid will be better off. Then again, thinking about Malathy’s plight I am happy as she is thrilled about you carrying Kumar’s child. That way, if he doesn’t ask any more of such indecent favors I don’t mind you having another one also through him”

“But then after that I AM going to have your kid as well. That will be when I am thirty. Just as I had promised you before all this started”

“That is something I have to think about”

Now she was really alarmed. 

“Why?” 

“During your pregnancy definitely in some corner of my mind it will prick that it is not my child my wife is carrying. But once I hold the baby in my hands looking at its face such emotions will vanish for sure. It will probably be the same or quite less so for the second kid you have through Kumar. I will be bringing them up as my own. But once you give birth to my child, I don’t know if I am mature enough not to differentiate between my kid and Kumar’s kids. If I slip up, then that will be the gravest injustice I will be doing for the first two. That is the same reason I used to insist that we either have adopted kids or our own. I don’t think you ever understood. It will be like failing in my promise to raise them with all the love and care. So I would rather forego having my own”

Stunned and speechless, Preethi sat on my lap and hugged me.

“I love you. I know it takes a lot of courage to say what you said. I think I am the luckiest woman on earth to get a real man like you for husband”

“Yet, you want to call me a cuckold” I said in a somewhat dejected tone.

“Come on!” said blushing, “I know you are not one. I thought my calling you so would excite you. But once I sensed your discomfort I didn’t repeat it. I am so sorry I said that once”

“It’s ok. I was just kidding” I exhaled. I was tired about the whole affair now.

We both were silent for quite a while. 

She nuzzled against me putting both her arms around my neck making herself more comfortable on my lap. 

“I know I didn’t think as deeply as you did about raising the kids. Now I really wish you had simply refused. Likewise when I mentioned about other bulls you did get excited. You could have simply said you don’t like it right then. Instead of passing such a nasty comment now. Do you know how much it hurt?” she said her eyes turning misty.

“Honey, I am sorry I said that. I didn’t refuse because at that time it was exciting. But then, whatever we have been going through has been like that. It is exciting when we are going through it but always leaves a bad after taste and hurt feel.”

“You mean my being his mistress?”

“Yes”

“Why? You are jealous. Aren’t you?” 

Now, that really ticked me off. With great mental control I avoided exploding. In a terse voice I said, “Jealous? Can’t you think of any other emotion? Right from the beginning you seem to be only worried about my being jealous. There is nothing to be jealous of some God given mutation. I will only be jealous of something that I can’t do within my capacity. And I will do something about such things instead of simply feeling jealous”

“Like the way you started making love to me and improving your staying power giving me orgasms till I say enough?” she said following with a passionate kiss that lasted for a minute. 

Then she continued, “I am sorry I said that. You know how much I love you and adore you. Hurting you in any manner is the last thing I want to do. But what other emotions? And why didn’t you share them with me?”

My emotions where getting better of me. “Have you ever thought of humiliation? That too when my wife herself compares me to a wimp like Kumar from a single point of view? You know Preethi, this whole affair has been pain construed as pleasure. Like the pain I go through afterwards when I feel the humiliation due to your words. Like the pain you want to feel when he pounds you with his monstrosity. Which you later come and tell me how good it was, despite the fact I give you much more orgasms in a single night. Not just with my tongue but also by penetrating. Now please don’t deny that” 

My pent up frustrations started pouring out.

“No. Though I never told you even once, let me tell you this. I can live without his fucking me. But without your making love to me, I will die. Whatever I said and in this case, did not say, was to excite you. Never thought it will humiliate you. Now that you mentioned I will never repeat it. It should have been like how it was in the beginning. Don’t-Ask- Don’t- Tell. But then you are the one who made me start talking. Like a fool thinking that it excites you I kept berating”

I still wasn't done with yet, "And what about making me lick his semen at times along with your urine?"

She looked as though I had slapped her on her face. She put her head down and said genuinely, "It was Malathy's idea. And it gave me a lewd thrill that I can not explain. I thought you didn't mind. I am really sorry. It will never happen again"

I just took a deep breath and kept quiet for a while. Then, to end the conversation I said, “Honey, just leave it at that. It doesn’t matter now”

But she was insistent and said, “Remember, the whole thing started only with your concern. I still remember you are the one who first brought up the topic in the very beginning after that movie date”

“That was to see how serious you were about sleeping with him” I stopped for a moment and couldn’t help saying, “And to save our marriage”

“What do you mean?” she asked in an alarmed voice.

“Honey, I know all about that movie date. How it was planned by you and Malathy. I also overheard your telling Malathy that you prefer having sex with Kumar instead of me. It was then Malathy said if I don’t agree then Kumar will seduce you and start an affair behind my back. From the conversations we had after that episode it was clear to me how eager you were to start a relationship with Kumar.”

She was visibly upset and defiant, “I am really sorry that all those things happened behind your back. But I never wanted to start an affair and I never said I was eager”

The bottled up anger which was also towards my own self started rising. But it was targeted at her.

“What did you say then? Do you remember?” I asked

“Of course I do! We were discussing about an open relationship instead of swapping. In fact I was the one who was concerned about how it may turn out to be unfair for you” she retorted defiantly.

“You must remember why you said that” Now I was not holding myself back and reared up for attack

“Yes, because you were away four days a week” she replied a little wary

“You said something else. You said that I cannot expect you to be celibate during my absence” I couldn’t help my slightly menacing tone.

“Yes I did. So that made you think that I will break our marriage? Or did you want to me to be celibate in your absence even after starting the open relationship with Kumar? Still had you told me I would have simply complied” she replied in an emphatic manner. 

Though I started boiling inside I tried to see if she realizes at least now by saying “Not that I was having fun while I was away”

“Oh! Please stop sulking. I know you were slogging your ass off clocking as many billable hours as you could” was her irritated reply

“Why?” I started cornering her

“What do you mean why? You were away for most of the week in New York and you didn’t have anything else to do” she replied a bit confused.

I just couldn’t control my emotions any longer.

Raising my voice quite a bit I asked, “Why the fuck I was away most of the week slogging my ass off in New York? Why couldn’t I take a plush job here in West Coast like so many of my friends including Kumar and spend all my nights at home?”

As the reality slowly sank in she became quiet.

“Tell me why Preethi?” I insisted

“To earn more”

“Why earn more?”

“To pay for my education”

“You knew that I was away most of the week for your sake. When you said you don’t want to be celibate in my absence, what do you expect me to think? That you are not eager?” 

Though I didn’t mention how hurt I felt at that time, I completely gave up my self-restraint, “You know Preethi? You are the one who keeps saying that you love me. Yet, I really wonder if you really know what love is. Had I not listened to Malathy or allowed some hidden fantasies of mine to be rekindled do you know what would have been the consequence? Kumar would have seduced you and you would have started an affair behind my back. Eventually I would have found out and could not have tolerated it. Our marriage would have fallen apart. Still, you were the one who would have really suffered. We had still had not got our Green Card and you were on a student visa. You would have had to forego your education and pack off back to India with little or no alimony as allowed by Indian laws. I didn’t want you to suffer like that. But that’s when I decided there is no point stopping you. Otherwise you would have thanklessly started cheating me behind my back. Not that you didn’t cheat me later”

She had just put her head down. But when she heard the word cheating she again bristled, “I never cheated”

“Oh! Come off it Preethi!! I know right from your first blow job of the millinium and drugging me that night to get fucked by him after putting me to sleep. That was only the beginning. Then you wanted to be his mistress but always told me it is only an open relationship. That meant fulfilling all your mistress responsibilities keeping me in the dark. Realizing I may object to your having a child through Kumar you then planned the next big time cheating. First you lied that you were having trouble with your birth-control pills. Once we moved out their place you cheated me showing a sudden loss of interest in sex and faked lack of sexual libido. To top it all was your lie that night that you were wearing a cervical cap. What do you want to call all that?”

She again put her head down and remained silent.

“You know what married life is all about? It’s about mutual trust, sharing memorable moments for later remembrance, procreation, raising children and leaving behind a legacy. With your cheating me at the drop of a hat, preferring to share memorable moments and procreating with somebody else, me fucking somebody else and impregnating her, I don’t know what legacy we are going to leave behind and I definitely don’t know what to call our relationship” 

She raised her head up and asked, “What other woman?”

My dejection and disgust overflowed in my voice, “Some woman that Malathy is pimping for me to fuck and knock her up”

The grief I had just showed as tears welling my eyes. With tears trickling down my cheeks I said, “Do you realize what this whole affair has turned us both into? It has turned me into a cuckolded husband who derives voyeuristic pleasure seeing his wife getting fucked by another man and later cheats on his wife fucking some other woman. Worse, you know what it has turned you into? It has turned you into a thankless, unfaithful, cheating slut of a wife ready to whore herself out for her lover’s promotion”

“No. It’s not like that” she wailed and then sobbed. Then she ran to the bedroom. When I peeped in I saw she was sobbing with her head buried in the pillow.

I didn’t know how long I was sitting there. Well into the wee hours I hit the bed and slept mentally and physically drained out.

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Update 23

Next day morning I got up hearing a thud. When I entered the kitchen I saw Preethi lying fainted on the floor. I lifted her up and saw a puddle of blood beneath her and draining through the back of her nighty. 

I rushed her to the hospital. Kumar seemed to have already left our house.

The doctor at the emergency desk after checking her called for a gynecologist. The gynecologist came to me after treating her, “She must have been on her way to pregnancy and she forced herself to get her periods. It’s more like a hemorrhage with a lot of blood loss. Looks like she has taken a morning after pill, a birth control pill and I don’t know what else. At this stage if you guys didn’t want to continue you should have taken medical help instead of trying something stupid like this” she admonished me.

“She didn’t mention anything about her not wanting to proceed with pregnancy. And I don’t know what she took. How is she now?”

“She is terribly weak and needs to rest few days before she can be up and about. You may take her back tomorrow evening. And please take good care of her”

That evening Malathy and Kumar visited the hospital. While Kumar was visibly upset Malathy was almost in tears. I didn’t even wanted to talk to Kumar. I was worried where I will manhandle him right there. I didn’t tell them what the doctor told me. 

I needed to talk to Preethi.

The following day evening I took her home and made her rest the next couple of days. I didn’t let her get up from the bed. She became totally silent as though she went into a cocoon. I couldn’t explain my own emotions. I was unhappy that I caused this abortion. Yet, I did not repent whatever I said to Preethi, as it had come out the bottom of my heart. When I tried talking lightly some mundane stuff, she was getting deeply upset. I just let her be. After couple of days of rest she was up and about on her own. 

The following day when I came home she was already home and preparing dinner. Normally when I am in town we both used to engage in that activity. I changed and moved into the kitchen. Silently I started cutting vegetables for salad.

I probed her, “Why did you do that Preethi?”

“I didn’t want that baby” was her terse reply

“Why?” I insisted

“You might have wanted to forego something that is rightfully yours, but I didn’t want to be a thankless wife. At least not anymore” and tears started welling her eyes. She looked so remorseful that didn’t want to press the matter further.

After we finished dinner she moved to the guest bedroom as though she wanted to avoid me. When I peeped in I found her weeping. 

From that day, exchanges between us were minimal and matter of fact.

As days passed by it was as though we were living like strangers. Though she didn’t avoid talking to me as she used to before, she did not start any dialogue. When I did, she limited her responses to mono syllables. 

I didn’t find Kumar visiting us to spend the following Friday night in our home. Not ever after that.

Four weeks later Preethi came home late as she has been consistently doing since her illness. I was in the living room watching TV. First she sat next to me. 

“Anand, I want to talk to you”

“Yes Preethi. Tell me”

She got up, came and knelt in front of me resting her head on my lap. This was the first time she came close to me after my outburst. 

“I have been going to a therapist for the past three weeks”

“What’s wrong honey? What therapist?”

“Psychotherapist”

“But why?”

“My boss suggested it and I am happy I went”

“Your boss?”

“mmm.. The very same black partner. Since that day I just couldn’t face you and was so ashamed about how much I had hurt you. At the office I couldn’t concentrate in my work. When he called me to his cabin asking what’s wrong I broke down crying. Though I didn’t give him too many details he guessed much and took me to this therapist friend of his. Since that day everyday evening I have been going there”

“You still have not told me why you had to go to a therapist. We both could have talked it out”

“No honey. What you said were all true. While you unconditionally loved me I really didn’t love you as much or as deeply. This fantasy of sleeping with other people and getting pregnant I was nurturing had just clouded everything and made me to scheme. I shamelessly cheated on you. I realized all that from the therapy” she said with her head still resting on my lap.

Combing her hair with my fingers I said, “There is nothing wrong with you. I shouldn’t have shouted like that. It was my mistake. As you had rightly pointed out it was me who allowed the whole affair to start. I didn’t have the foresight to think of the consequences. I felt inadequate after Malathy explained about might of Kumar’s sexual prowess and didn’t have the guts to say no to you. I was angry with myself more than you. It was entirely my fault”

“No … I know how you felt and you don’t have to justify like that to me. Anyhow after the therapy so far, now I have understood myself better. As I thought something was really wrong with me. Some childhood memories that caused the whole thing”

“What child hood memories”

“I was planning to tell you and then ask your forgiveness”

“Forgiveness, come on honey! Please don’t talk as though I am a saint”

“Well, before all this started you were a saint. That is another reason the therapist wants to talk to you also. I guess fewer sittings than I had. Basically to understand the root cause of the fantasies you too had”

“Ok dear”

I lifted her up to my lap, held her face and kissed her. When we broke off from the kiss she just collapsed on my chest and sobbed saying, “I am so sorry”. Tears started rolling down my cheek too. We both sat like that for quite sometime.

Next day I too met the therapist.

Preethi’s father seemed to have had a string of extra marital affairs and one of them has resulted in a woman getting pregnant. Seeing her mother getting hurt so much and overhearing their fights had caused the dark urge in her to have extra marital sex and getting pregnant, as though it was some form of revenge. This formed the basis for her initial reticence to marriage, having kids with me etc., She found Kumar’s mistress idea the ideal route to make her urge a reality. Though she did not openly confide, Malathy sensed her urge to have extra marital sex and started working on me.

The basis for my fantasies was the voyeuristic urge to see my parents mate. I had developed it after I first saw them once by accident when I was 14. Though it was there all along it was rekindled by Malathy. What she did was planting some kind of suggestion to the mind to rekindle hidden desires and bringing them out. 

As Preethi mentioned I had to go just for a few sittings. I was advised to handle Preethi with kid gloves and allow her to slowly come to terms with herself. 

At home I didn’t raise any topic about the past one year. Coming to think of it I too wanted to forget it. It was as though I wanted to erase it off my memory. She still nuzzled next to me and cuddled into me in bed although we hadn’t started making love yet. Slowly Preethi was changing back to her witty self. The craving to have sex had completely disappeared in both of us. Like the therapist said Preethi was coming to terms with herself slowly. 

More than two months later we went to Lake Tahoe resort to spend a weekend.

The evening we landed I had planned an take her to an exclusive dinner. Preethi surprised me when she came in a sexy noodle strap dress. Since her hospitalization I had not seen her in anything but jeans and non-revealing sweatshirts. 

I noticed the mangalsutra around her neck and couldn't help but comment, "Why are you wearing your mangalsutra now?”

Smiling coyly she said, “I have been wearing it constantly for quite some time now”

Only then I noticed that the engagement ring too was back.

I said, “It doesn’t go with dress honey. Remove it”

She said, “Ok. Here after when I wear dresses like this I will remove it. But today let it be”

I started wondering what she was up to. During the dinner on her own she opened the topic

“I want to apologize for what I did”

“Hey, we have gone through this before. There is no need for it”

“No honey. I know the amount of hurt and grief I have caused for you. That was the only time I had seen you in tears.” She said that with tears welling her eyes. I just held her hands and kept quiet. 

After a while she continued sniffing in between, “I feel it would have been so much better if you punished me in whatever manner. But I was really scared if you will divorce me. I would have killed myself”

“It’s ok honey. Let’s forget about it”

“But there are a few things that I do want tell you. Not that I am trying to justify myself”

“Go ahead”

“All along I have always loved you in my own way. Particularly during the last year my love and respect for you has grown a thousand fold. I am really so proud to be your wife.”

“Just as I am proud to have you as my wife”

“Are you? This thankless, unfaithful, cheating slut of a wife?” she repeated the words I said during my last emotional outburst. As she said she burst into tears and continued, “I am not accusing you for saying it. What you said was true as I had become all that”

“Oh please honey. I shouldn’t have been so harsh. After all I was party to most of the things you did. I was angry with myself more than with you. I feel ashamed that I verbally abused you instead”

Sniffing she said, “It’s ok. There could not have been a better wake up call. But now, forget about being proud of me. Just let me be your wife. I owe you so much more than a wife”

“Hey, remember I too enjoyed all that you did and I did and most importantly what we did”

“But grieved later”

“The grief was due to what we both had become in the process”

“I understand. I remember telling you more than once that I am his slut but your wife. What could be worse?”

“Just forget it and let’s look ahead. O.K?”

“Ok. That’s another thing I want to talk to you about”

“What?”

“I want to make up for what I did”

“You first tell me what you want to do. But let me decide whether you should. I don’t want to get scolded by some unknown people anymore”

Realizing that I was meaning the admonishment I received from the gynecologist she smiled with an apologetic look. 

Then her usual mischievous smile that I missed all along returned and then she said “I won’t put you in such a situation ever again. But don’t you count my telling you what I want to do. You may not even know that I did”

“OK. I give up” I said raising my hands.

Laughing she held my hand

“Another thing. I want to promise you. Like taking an oath”

“What?” giving her an amused look.

In a sincere tone looking straight into my eyes she said, “I promise. The only relationship I want to have is with you and I will always be faithful to you no matter what. Till I die” 

I was touched. To lighten the mood I said, “Too bad. Just when I am thinking of starting an affair behind your back you are telling me this” I kidded

She leaned across the table to hold my face lovingly in her hands, “Just tell me how I can be of help”

“First can we re-establish our relationship as husband and wife? Only then I can really become a cheating husband”

With her eyes gleaming showing her eagerness … 

“I am waiting …”

After dinner we both were dashing to the bed like newly married honeymoon couple. 

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Update 24

We hit the bed straight and frantically undressed each other. I ignored her complaint just as she did during our First Night when I removed her mangal sutra and dropped it on the side table. I always wanted unrestricted access to her beautiful breasts. After considerable amount of time of mine spent in caressing, kneading, suckling and nibbling them and her continuous moaning I headed south. Or rather I tried to.

She didn’t let me proceed but instead she alone headed southwards. She didn’t even allow me to get into our favorite 69 position. She simply monopolized my manhood and started giving the blowjob of my life. Once in a while she took it out of her mouth and licked my testicles and went on licking all the way down and rimmed my bottom. Again she started with my member and just went on and on even when I cried, “I am going to come”. I really flooded her mouth. Swallowing every drop and swirling her tongue along her lips in a sexy manner said, “mmm… yummy” and pounced on me. Before I kissed her she wiped her mouth completely further licking her lips with a look that told me that taste is only for her and said, “Next time you fuck me till you feel like coming and then come in my mouth. Or better still fuck my mouth like a pussy” 

Pulling her for a deep kiss I complained, “You know I don’t like doing all those stuff. I wanted so much to pleasure you and be inside you. Thanks to you now I am spent”

She said, “Not to worry. Your sexy wife is waiting to get her athletic husband up in no time. Do you think I will let you go?” and she headed southwards and started fellating me again. I had to use force to push her to our favorite 69 position.

What followed was steaming sex all night.

From that night onwards she gave me whatever that I thought she had reserved as privilege to Kumar and then some more.

I can’t explain the enjoyment I got in our love making after we returned. 

She restarted her pills. 

A week later after I pleasured her with my tongue and took my tongue near her rear entrance I found it somewhat like oily. She stopped me saying, “You don’t have to use your tongue there”

“Ok. Let me insert my finger”

“No “ she almost shouted and pulled me up. I tried mounting her. She stopped me and pushed me away. 

“What? Why are you teasing me now?”

“I am not teasing you my dear husband. I want you to take my other virgin hole now”

“Are you serious? I thought you reserved it for your bulls”

“Stop talking rubbish. Let me tell you something though I don’t know if you will believe me. Even in those days I was actually reserving it only for you. I wanted to present it as my surprise gift once my pregnancy was confirmed and keep that hole reserved only for you. That was really mean of me. Wasn’t it?”

I couldn’t help but pulling her for a passionate kiss. 

“No. It’s ok honey. It will pain”

“Yes it will initially but only till I get used to it. And I want you to give me that pain. I have applied enough Vaseline in and around it. So your passage must not be very difficult” thus explaining that oily taste. 

She went on all her four and urged me, “come on lover. Fuck my butt hole”

“Thanks for the privilege”

“Stupid! With me nothing will be your privilege”

“What do you mean?”

“What will you call something that is rightfully yours? A privilege?”

Now I didn’t think twice to flip her and get into another passionate kiss.

“mmm .. do your first round in my butt hole and restore your energy fast. My pussy is also craving for your dick”

As days progressed in our loving and sexual bliss, in the corner of my mind I had this small doubt if she is really enjoying sex as much as she used to with Kumar. 

Once after my shafting her continuously for quite a while, she timed her last orgasm along with mine and we both ended up in the tightest of embraces.

In the afterglow of sex I broached upon the topic.

“Did you enjoy?”

“mmm… nay.. I just faked a bunch of orgasms” she kidded back

“Honey I am serious?”

“Can’t you see or feel?”

“Yeah, I just had a doubt if you really enjoyed … like you know” and I hesitated to mention Kumar’s name

“You mean like I used to enjoy with Kumar?”

“Yeah”

“I realized during my therapy, that sex with you was lot more gratifying than with him. Sex with him left my body satisfied but mind craving for more. That is one of the main reasons why I used to tremendously enjoy sex with you immediately after having sex with him. I am sorry once again as I never realized the humiliation you were going through. The longer it took for me to come to you more was my craving.”

“I know how you used to monopolize me after my business trips. But how do you feel now”

“Now, with my stupid urge gone, looking back I don’t want his brand of sex and don’t even relish thinking about it”

I pressed on, “What happened to all your sexy talk?”

She keenly looked at me and said, “Which you later felt humiliated about? I must confess on more thing. You should not get angry ok?”

Now she sounded like the good old Preethi. I know she was going to say something that the therapist had already revealed about her behavior pattern.

“Go on”

“It seems my intention in saying all those things was actually to humiliate you” 

I could see she was ashamed about her acts so much that she didn’t want to take ownership. There is no way I could refute as I was as consumed and equally ashamed about my fantasies and acts.

As I hugged her tight she cuddled in my chest as though she was taking shelter. Our naked breasts sticking to each other or our nipples caressing each other seemed so natural. Our sex had taken off from the pure physical level. 

Few days later as she cuddled against me ….

“I am off my pills”

“Really? Why didn’t you tell me? I would have worn a condom”

“No I don’t want you to…”

“But why? You wanted to have a kid only when you are thirty”

“No. All plans changed. Now I want to be your wife first. And I want to have children”

“Did you say Children?”

“Yes. Please use me as your cow. Though I used that term earlier I said that with no commitment what so ever. But I want to have as many kids as you can give me”

“What about your career?”

“Now that my husband’s venture is going to take off I really don’t have to work”

I was surprised that she knew about the start-up idea I have been working on and the phenomenal approval I have received from quite a bunch of venture capitalists. I was planning to tell her once things started moving. 

“How the heck do you know about that? Did Guru tell you?” Gururaj, who we all call Guru, is the guy with whom I was planning this venture. Besides, I was genuinely surprised and thrilled at Preethi taking interest in what I do.

“No. I saw you were quite tense quite a few days. But you didn’t tell me anything. I was a little worried. I peeped into your stuff. I am sorry. After a few days you were jubilant. So I guessed you pulled it off. Haven’t you?”

“Yes”

“So no more run-off-the-mill blazers and suits. I am really itching to go shopping for your attire”

“What about my attire?”

“Now again don’t make me cry of guilt. Not only were you supporting my education. You were cringing on every penny and buying some cheap stuff for yourselves while dressing me up in the finest of clothing. One more thing I never realized. I am so sorry. In fact I feel so ashamed when it was pointed out by the therapist after she had one look at you” tears were again welling her eyes.

“Hey, I was sitting in front of a computer while you were meeting upscale people and it really mattered that you dress well”

“By letting my husband dress shabbily?”

“It was never a problem for me”

“God! How could I have been so naïve to hurt you so much?”

“Hey, I never felt hurt wearing those“

“We digressed a lot from what we started talking about. I want you to put your first baby in my tummy fast”

“What’s the hurry?”

“Once I am pregnant from 45th day you cannot have sex with me for some time. During that time I want you to proceed with Malathy’s plan of your impregnating Devi. But I have worked it out so that it will be much in open with Viijay’s consent”

“What are you talking about?” I asked lamely, as I couldn’t hide my guilt.

“Now it’s my turn to tell you I too know a lot about what happened behind my back between you and Malathy. She told me that you agreed to allow Kumar to impregnate me after her offering Devi to you”

“It was not like that. First she tried suggesting having kids impregnated by Kumar instead of adopting orphan kids. She was sure that you will agree to have my kid also. I was hesitant. Then she tried convincing me that getting you impregnated by a stud like Kumar is one of my fantasies of. When I didn’t buy that, she said that Kumar is definitely going to impregnate you because you too wanted it so much. If I don’t agree then you will cheat on me saying it was by accident when you were off the pill. I felt it was true. To spice up the deal she offered Devi to me so that I too get the pleasure of impregnating someone to soothe my ego bruise”

“I guessed as much. I am sorry and I feel ashamed to say that it was my intention though I never had the guts to carry it through. In a corner of my mind I was just hoping that Kumar will fuck me during my fertile period and impregnate me. I promise you that I will never be unfaithful to you again as long as I am alive” she said that looking straight into my eyes. I just hugged and kissed her.

“Now coming to Malathy’s offer. She took that initiative after finding out Vijay and Devi are finding it difficult to start a family. Vijay has a low sperm count. Though the doctors didn’t rule out a normal pregnancy through him, they said it will be difficult. Only prolonged expensive treatment that is not covered under insurance can ensure pregnancy. Instead the doctors suggested having a surrogate father. Both Vijay and Devi were contemplating. Malathy asked Devi to have sex with you during fertile period and if she gets pregnant tell Vijay that it is his baby. So I spoke to Devi and asked her to talk to Vijay instead of doing it behind his back. I offered to talk to him if required. She herself spoke to him and he agreed as that is the easiest of options to get her pregnant”

She gave a slightly different account of what Malathy had. But I wanted to share the bit I thought Malathy had obviously left out.

“Most of what you told me I know already. But there is one more thing she told me”

“Oh! About Devi having crush on you? Malathy didn’t have to tell me that. I have seen her enough at our club back home ogling at you”

“Still you want to hook me up with her?”

“Yes. All the more so”

I didn’t understand the logic behind this. But I was getting a vague feeling the very same psychological thrill factor is taking a reverse route.

I refused “You didn’t have to do that. I don’t want to … “ 

Before I could complete she intervened in very serious tone “No. You must for my sake. I want to ensure that you enjoyed all those that Kumar enjoyed with me. With a woman who is craving for you. And in a sense cuckold me. At the same time I don’t want you to carry a guilt feeling afterwards”

I looked deep into her eyes and saw conviction and she was pleading me with her eyes.

“So you made Devi reserve her Friday nights exclusively for me?” I kidded and kissed her passionately. 

She melted in my kiss for few minutes and said, “But you shouldn’t deny me this kiss of yours”

“I just can’t live without kissing you or going down on you”

“I don’t know if Devi is going to reserve Friday nights for you. But I spiced it up for you telling Vijay that Devi should be available to you for two or three days at a stretch during her fertile period and continue at least on a weekly basis till her pregnancy is confirmed”

“So you think I will get more than what Kumar got?”

“I know your slut wife allowed him much more. But I want to ensure at least this much. The rest is up to your sexual prowess”

I didn't want psychological thrills to play any role in my life anymore. I know I have to slowly convince her about her obsession that I should sleep with Devi. She was thinking that I should do the same wrongful things that she did. Slowly I should convince her that another wrong will never right a wrong.

[kamdev99008]

Writers Note
Dear Readers,

There ends my version of "Journey of a cuckold husband".

I don't know if you will find it 'corny' as my daughter would say. (I dare not show her this to preserve the respect she has for me!)

What ever you all feel about it please put down as a line of comment for me know my performance as a first time fiction writer in English, though with some one else' story.

Thank you

Dreamer
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[kamdev99008]

"Journey of a cuckold husband"(Original Theme)
Writer’s Note
vyasya
Author of the original story

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Dreamer

This is the author of the original story "Journey Of A Cuckold." It is a very good feeling when someone picks key elements, characters of a plot to spin out their own story. I have liked your story. Although, you have picked a lot of the main content as it is you altered some of the situations around to make it sound the way you would have liked it.

A lot of the story was actually quite good and I really liked it. However, it was the last chapter that made it far too realistic for me to even accept it as a good ending.This may actually be perfectly acceptable to quite some folks and there is nothing wrong with it.

As they say you can't please everyone. Anyway's I really wanted to share why I named the story "Journey Of A Cuckold." It was because I believe most cuckolds are born and not made. They have an innate desire to see their mates screwed by someone much better endowed. However, in a conventional society such as ours it is quite difficult to lead such a lifestyle and hence they would more likely need a lot of assistance from the environment in realizing their fantasies. Rohini was introduced only for this very purpose. Similarly, the other characters around him make it possible for him to realize his dreams. And then again I really wanted to touch upon all degrees of cuckoldry culminating into the ultimate one (as per me) - conceiving from the lover.

I routinely receive hate mail from folks who don't enjoy some of these aspects. What I like about you was that instead of complaining you chose the key elements and wove your own story around it. 

I don't intend to debate and neither do I intend to preach anyone here. These stories are my favorite pastime. It is ironic but I started penning these stories when I realized that I needed to improve my writing skills. One of the reasons Journey Of A cuckold has so many characters is because I wanted to experiment with them and see if I could weave a meaningful story with that many characters. Earlier stories were written in the first person and then I switched to third person in the "Seven Days" series.

As long as I have interesting ideas, I would continue to develop such stories. Although, it takes me an awfully long time to churn out these stories due the hectic work schedule I have.

You can talk to me vyasya on gmail if you feel like.

Vyasya

[kamdev99008]

Dreamer’s Reply on Vyasya’s Note

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Dear Vyasya,
This is surreal! You are one of the authors of Literotica who affected me so much, particularly in the genre of cuckoldry. I could understand the innate desire to see their mates pleasured by someone better endowed. What I could not digest is the ill treatment and disrespect by the wife. I believe a marriage is an equal partnership with a lot of compromises from both sides. Likewise, in my belief procreation is one of the core purposes of marriage. The husband giving up the right to procreate (when he can) and wife wishing to procreate with her lover were something that I could not agree with. Hence my own version of the Journey .... Thanks for your appreciation. I will definitely get in touch with you over gmail ... 
Dreamer
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[kamdev99008]

so friends this journey of a cuckold........... dreamer's version is completed here


give your valuable replies and reviews .............


regards
kamdev99008

[kamdev99008]

Superb narration !! Kudos to Kamdev & Vyasya  yr):

it's not me...........

major credit goes to Dreamer59

dreamer created a realistic epic........... out of a fantassy by vyasya
i loved this version......more than the basic story of vyasya