Adultery Dreamer's Scribblings ...by dreamer59 (Completed)

[kamdev99008]

Dear friends i am posting a completed story from xossip here
not written by me ........ credit goes to original writer dreamer59
-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Dreamer's Scribblings ...

https://www.xossip.com/showthread.php?t=1137078

dreamer59

Hello Friends,

I am Dreamer, a reasonably well known contributor in this forum. My postings have been so far only in Tamil through my thread ட்ரீமரின்[/b] [b]கிறுக்கல்கள் which translates to the same title as this thread.

In this thread too I will be posting stories. Though I eventually intend posting works that are entirely my own, initially I want to attempt adaptations of other works that I have come across.

I intend experimenting different topics and subjects through my postings.

Your comments of any kind are always welcome.

Dreamer

[kamdev99008]

Update 1

Test Of Love

Prologue

This story is about a couple who go through various infidelities due to weak-mindedness and eventually realize how they allowed themselves to be manipulated.

I first saw Preethi when I had come home for summer vacation after my third year B.Tech. Her parents had relocated from Delhi and moved in to our locality. She had joined 11th grade the same school where I studied. She was stunningly beautiful and didn’t really look like a ** year old. Although, she was just in her 11th grade, she could put to shame any of the grown up girls with the kind of body she possessed. Being a Konkani ***** (like the famous Aishwarya Rai!) it was not surprising that she was gifted with a flawless, fair complexion. She was around 5'4", slightly above average height by Indian standards. Her eyes and her lips were her striking features. She had an awesome figure - she was neither skinny nor fat but just perfect. It wasn't surprising that there were lots of guys eyeing her. 


Besides being the only kid in that locality to join the prestigious IIT, I was a very good swimmer and tennis player. Her father also joined the same club where my dad was a member. She too used to swim and I often used to meet her at the club swimming pool. I fell in love with her the day I saw her. But I was too shy to even talk to her. Though she sensed my feelings she just played along but silently used to admire me. Many a time when I was on the tennis court, she used to hang around in some pretext and watch me playing. 


After my B.Tech unlike my other friends who rushed off to jobs and on to the US, I stuck back. Was lucky enough to get admission in IIM Bangalore. Our mostly silent courtship had continued since I first met her. When I completed my MBA and she was in her second year of four year architecture course in a well-recognized college. It was only during my final year MBA I could muster enough courage to propose her. 


Though I know she was equally interested I was surprised when she showed reticence to getting married soon after her graduation. She wanted to do her masters in architecture from a prestigious school in the US and settle there. She did not want to think of marriage before that. I liked her focus. It made my love more intense. She sensed that too, but was very sincere and did not want to tease me in any manner. Though there was of bee-line of suitors she showed interest only in me. 


I got a job in the IT field and a year down the line I got a job in the US. Only days before my departure to the US she opened up and confessed her love to me. Unlike me, she was very subtle in showing her love. Not that she was demure. Brought up mostly in metros she was quite out-spoken and bold almost bordering adventurous. After spending a few days with me taking her out most evenings I left for the US. I knew that she will definitely get admission in the college of her choice for higher studies in the US. Planning to shift within the vicinity of where she joins on her arrival I had to wait for two years to be close to her. 


On her completing graduation her parents refused to send her for higher studies primarily because of the cost involved and wanted her to get married instead. I stepped in with my proposal. I promised her that she can continue her studies after marriage and I will foot the bill. We got married and after a brief honeymoon in Goa I left for US. She came after a couple of months just in time for the commencement of her M.Arch program in School of Architecture, Academy of Art University, San Francisco. I relocated to Oakland so that her daily commute is minimal, albeit an exhausting daily commute for me. I was 27 and she was barely 21. I never knew she was more than a year ahead of her class. By then the rest of my friends had all got married and were living in and around the Bay Area. 


Thus our married life and her higher studies took off simultaneously. After marriage and our honey moon Preethi had blossomed in showing her love. Gone was the Preethi who was happy just holding my hand. Our meetings after even a day’s separation was always punctuated by her pouncing on me, arms locked around my neck and starting a kiss that lasted a minute, irrespective of our surroundings. 


Our sex life was always an extension of our love. We made love. Not fucked each other. Symmetrical to my well-built physique, I was well endowed. On finding her difficulty in reaching orgasm during my penetration I quickly learned the art of pleasing her with my tongue. Orgasm or no orgasm she used to immensely enjoy our sex and always cuddled against me contended after the session. 


She quickly got used to birth control pills and did not want to get into family way any sooner. In fact whenever that topic came up she was upfront in telling me that she is not into having kids at all. But understanding my emotional nature as a concession she agreed to have just one kid when she nears thirty. However, she was not at all averse to the idea of adapting couple of orphan kids and bringing them up as our own. Having to wait the next eight years or so for a kid was something that bothered me. But I had to respect her views and ambition. 


With no scholarship or aide, her higher studies turned out to be a very expensive affair. Besides course fees, there were many other expenses. I used to dress in a manner that was just about passable. But studying in such an elite School of Architecture and often meeting up-scale people I made sure that Preethi is always turned out in the best of attire that money can get. More so to watch her strutting nicely in awesome dress and coming into my arms.

Six months into our married life and her masters program I realized that I cannot manage with the income from my current job and most of my savings were drying up faster than I had estimated. I decided to take up a job in a consulting firm that required me to travel at least four days a week. But the job allowed me clock as many billable hours and paid for a handsome overtime pay for those extra hours. Though Preethi was quite upset about my being away for up to four days a week she understood our financial condition. With the higher salary and addition income from overtime pay we could manage our expenses reasonably well. Most weeks I used leave on Monday afternoon and return on Friday late evening. Preethi used to cram up her course work during my absence and wait for my return eagerly keeping herself almost free to spend the weekend entirely with me.

Few months down the line my life took a turn I never expected …

[kamdev99008]

Update 2

On President’s Day which that year was a day after the Valentine’s Day we had a three day weekend. Kumar and Malathy had invited us to their place to spend the week-end, promising us enough privacy on the Valentine’s Day. That week I came in early from my trip on Friday (cutting down some extra billable hours!) and we both landed up at Kumar’s place around late evening. 

Preethi does not drink. Not even wine. The rest of us were nursing our respective drinks with Preethi playing the ideal hostess making some short eats like Masala Peanuts and Papads. A drink or so down the line, the topic of discussion moved on to Malathy’s doctoral thesis which was about polyamory in various cultures. 

I was a little intrigued and asked her “So, when you say polyamory did you research both polygamy and polyandry?” 

“Of course” shot back Malathy, further adding “You will be surprised at such a wide existence of polyandry”

“Well in India I only heard of Draupati of Maha Bharata who practiced polyandry”

It was Kumar’s turn to add his two bits saying “My dear friend, even in India polyandry is practiced. But it is kept normally under covers.”

“I can’t believe it” says Preethi.

“Kumar is right. It does exist in India. And, as he said it is kept under covers” reiterated Malathy.

Kumar went on, “On specific pattern I have come across is that polyandry combined with polygamy”

“You mean like spouse swapping?” asked Preethi.

“No. The pattern I have come across is different wherein, a married man takes another man’s wife as mistress. Basically the mistress and her master are polygamous whereas their spouses by marriage are monogamous” clarified Kumar.

I said “I guess it is my turn to convey my disbelief”

“It is true Anand. Most mistress-master relationships in India are like that. Mostly it is devised by the master. Since polygamy is illegal in India, it is very convenient for rich men. The lady is married to someone else but remains the mistress of the rich man. Again, it is practiced with the consent of her husband” further clarified Malathy.

Preethi inquisitively asked, “Isn’t that like cuckoldry?”

Kumar went on, “Not at all. Both the master and mistress never tarnish the decorum of her married life. Likewise, the husband understands enough to allow them adequate privacy. In her relationship with her husband love and other duties of her as a wife precedes mating. Whereas her relationship with her master primarily revolves around their mating and its consequences”

“What consequences?” I asked though I had a vague idea what Kumar meant.

Malathy put it bluntly stating “Impregnation and carrying his children in her womb”

“And her husband doesn’t mind?” asked Preethi awe-struck.

“Not only does he not mind. But he undertakes all the responsibility in raising them as their father. Of course with complete financial support from the master” said Kumar.

“What kind of a guy allows his wife to be someone else mistress?” I said showing my disgust. 

It was Malathy’s turn to add more saying “Well my dear friend. Many a time this happens not just with his consent but with his active encouragement” 

“Well, I guess it is for all practical purpose polygamy. For the sake of providing that woman a social status she is married to someone. Basically rich and powerful guys much be practicing it” Preethi put forth her views.

Malathy said, “I have a few more surprises. In Kerala, which is predominantly a matriarchal society, I have come across cases where polyandry is practiced. The lady does not call herself mistress. She is married to one guy who raises her children. But she has one or more lovers in the side who father her children. It seems in olden days to improve the lineage this practice started”

“And the husband waits for his turn is it?” I mocked.

“It is true” said Malathy

That conversation came to an end. Kumar’s house unlike mine had a guest bedroom with a small living area for guests. I and Preethi retired there. 

As usual after four days of starvation we pounced on each other. Our love making was hotter than normal. Preethi was taking lot more initiative than usual. She nudged me to stay much longer than usual with my face buried in her loin. She reached couple of orgasms thanks only to my tongue. Again Preethi was in command during our love making session after that, riding me into my orgasm and to my great surprise she too convulsed in orgasmic bliss.

Later as Preethi spooned against me I continued my loving caress with my right hand while Preethi continued her kissing and biting my left hand on which she was resting. 

“You seem excited after hearing all that about polyandry”

“chee .. “ she elbowed me

“Come on darling. It was obvious”

She turned to face me. With our faces separated by few inches she asked, “What was obvious?”

“You were a tigress .. “

“I missed you … “ 

Our deep and passionate minute long kiss ensued. 

Slowly we sank into slumber.

Next day morning during breakfast the same topic returned out of the blue. However this time it focused on spouse swapping. 

Kumar said, “Though it is practiced among the elite in Mumbai and Delhi, I have not come across the same here among Indians”

“I wonder why” I said not really interested in finding out the answer but just to pull the conversation along. I didn’t know I had opened a Pandora’s Box.

Kumar replied “Well, I guess it is because Indian women are lot more insecure and possessive of their husbands than their American counterparts”

“Come on. You can do better than that” retorted Malathy

“And what about Indian men?” bristled Preethi

“Men are men wherever they are from. They never say no to some extra fun” Kumar passed a sly remark. I was not at all in agreement of this. For some reason, I guess to tease my wife, I kept quiet.

The argument, primarily between Kumar and Preethi went on for a while. 

Kumar wanted to take all of us for go-carting that afternoon. He is a racing freak. For me driving is just the means to get me from point A to point B. So I was not very particular. Neither was Malathy. Preethi however, showed interest. 
I went to the guest bedroom and sat with a book that I was reading. Preethi came to me with my coffee. I saw disappointment written all over her face. She can be very outspoken and bold. But for whatever reason she never wants to do anything that I don’t approve. 

As she turned to go back I set the coffee aside and pulled her. She promptly fell on my lap with a yelp. Then realizing my intention she locked her arms around my neck.

“What stops you from going with Kumar”

I saw her eyes glistening. “Can I” she asked like a small kid

“Of course my future Architect of America” I said with a peck on her cheek.

Her smile further broadening she said, “Thanks. I will go help Malathy to prepare lunch”. I whacked her sumptuous bottom as she got up. She turned again to me hugged me holding just my head to her tummy. Then I let her go.

Soon after lunch Kumar and Preethi left for go carting. I helped Malathy to tidy up the kitchen.

Malathy suddenly said, “Actually I don’t mind going. But I purposely stayed back”

Me, “Oh My God! Malathy, why you did that? I could have managed alone”

Malathy, “I wanted to spend some time with you. More importantly have a serious conversation”

Me, “About what?”

Malathy, “I have heard a lot about your keeping your cool even in the most adverse situations. Even then first promise me that you will not get mad at me”

Me, “My! That was a loaded preamble. Ok I promise to keep my cool”

Malathy then dropped a bomb-shell, “Kumar is trying to seduce Preethi to become his mistress. But my worry is that 
Preethi is also showing interest”

I was dumbfounded to say the least.

[kamdev99008]

Update 3

Malathy then dropped a bomb-shell, “Kumar is trying to seduce Preethi to become his mistress. But my worry is that Preethi is showing interest in Kumar”

I was dumbfounded to say the least.

“Just what the hell do you mean?” I asked

Malathy started, “Let me explain. I don’t know if you know about Kumar’s sexual escapades”

“Yes. I have heard about them. I mean, in those days when I was in school and he was in college I have heard him discuss with his friends about boning some female or the other” I replied.

Malathy, “Well, he still continues”

“I am so sorry. That must be really hurting you” I tried consoling her.

Malathy, “Oh! I crossed that stage long back”

“But why do you tolerate him? What stops you from divorcing him citing infidelity. After all yours is marriage that took place in America. I am sure he will have to pay alimony through his nose” I queried.

Malathy, “Well, ours is a marriage of convenience. He is not a bad husband after all. His sexual needs are quite high and I am not able to satisfy him fully”

Me, “So you allow him to continue just because he can’t control himself?”

Malathy, “Though he wants to have sex with me. But I find it difficult”

Me, “Why?”

Malathy, “I find it difficult to accommodate him. You know what I mean”

Me, “So he is well endowed. But is there any difficulty in accommodating? Physically do you have any problem?”

Malathy, “Not at all. I am perfectly normal. It is Kumar who is abnormal”

Me, “What do you mean?”

Malathy, “If you say Kumar is well endowed, then it will be a gross understatement. He is very, very big downstairs”

Me, “Anyhow. I guess it is your personal life. I am upset about Kumar trying to seduce my wife. But what do you mean by Preethi is showing interest”

Malathy, “I think there are quite a few things you don’t know about your wife”

Me, “Like what?”

Malathy, “She has an immense sex drive and she is not fully satisfied”

Me, “What do you mean not fully satisfied?” In my mind I recollected last night.

Malathy, “Sorry for being blunt. It seems you don’t stay longer. I mean your penetration although she is highly appreciative of your oral prowess. Besides, your being away up to four nights a week leaves her starved”

Me, “She told you this?”

Malathy, “Remember last month around this time we all assembled at Vijay’s place? That evening you guys went out for a binge drinking session and ended up lying down with a huge hang-over most of the next day. We girls spent the time talking and ended up exchanging notes about our sex lives. In the group she didn’t open out much but only mentioned that you are not bad in bed. Then when I probed her alone further she confessed these details”

Me, “What makes you think Preethi is interested in Kumar’s stupid idea”

Malathy, “I didn’t say that she is interested in becoming Kumar’s mistress, which only time can tell. But she is definitely interested in getting complete sexual satisfaction”

Me, “What brought you to that conclusion?”

Malathy, “During that same discussion I had to share the details of my sex life with Kumar. When I described about Kumar’s size and staying power her eyes were wide as saucers. That gave me a hint about her appetite to get complete sexual satisfaction”

“You ladies discuss all this?” I asked incredulously. 

Malathy, “You don’t know what else ladies are capable of discussing”

I kept quiet. My analytical and methodical mind started working as a problem to be solved. I love her so much I just could not admonish her. Agreed, I was away for four days a week and I was sure Preethi knows it is for her sake. But in those three days that I am with her I should not be leaving her dissatisfied. I have read somewhere that size of the organ really does not matter in pleasuring a woman. However, I found merit in what Malathy said about my staying power. Coming to think of it I realized my penetration never lasts more than 5 or 6 minutes. Also I realized on Friday nights after returning from my trip I hardly indulged in giving her oral pleasure and never focused on her reaching orgasm. Primarily due to my exhaustion. I felt bad that not once did Preethi complain. 

Malathy, “So what are you going to do about it?”

Me, “Off hand. I don’t know. I guess I will talk to Preethi first”

Malathy, “Please don’t. You will spoil my relationship with her”

Me, “Of course I am not going to quote you”

Malathy, “Anand, your I.Q may be bordering genius as your friends claim. But please don’t think Preethi is dull”

Me, “Then you please advise me … “

Malathy, “First you see what you can do about those three nights you spend with her. Please don’t think she is going to start an illicit affair behind your back. She will be the last person to do it. Not just because she loves you so much. She is very particular about maintaining a clean image about herself. You must have noticed how she conducts herself in her college.”

Me,”O.k”

I didn’t want to continue that conversation. I reassured her that I will think it over and take positive steps.

I locked up in their study browsing the net on various sites that gives sexual advices. I found yoga is something that will help to improve staying power. In some other site a sex psychologist had given a nice article wherein he was mentioning about mind control while having sex and the objective being giving and taking pleasure. Yet another site talked about penetration positions. Then something else in some other site just hit right on my face. If I could swim 40 laps nonstop in a little over 45 minutes finishing the last ten butterfly style, maintaining my erection and pleasuring my wife as long as she wants should not really be a problem. I realized I need just have control over myself. I wanted to put to practice few of what I learned right at that night.

Towards evening Malathy came in with a cup of coffee. I quickly switched to some news site before she could see what I was browsing. 

Malathy lingered. I thought Malathy was through advising me. But continued with something that completely threw me off balance.

“So what are you going to do about those four nights that you are away?” she asked in a concerned tone.

“I understand she is sex-starved as I am during my absence. But I think she will understand as she loves me as much as I love her” I replied in an almost apologetic manner.

“Forget for a moment about her suffering. Be selfish and think about fulfilling the hidden fantasies of yours” started Malathy in a cryptic manner.

“What fantasies?” I asked

“The first of the fantasies a man has is to see his wife being pleasured by someone else in a manner he cannot. The second one is to pleasure someone else’s wife in a manner her husband cannot. If you are keen you can realize both the fantasies”

“I don’t have such fantasies”

“Don’t just retort to my statement. Think coolly and deeply. I don’t have to teach you that. Then ask yourself if it will or not give you immense mental pleasure seeing your wife pleasured by a stud. Likewise, ask yourself about you pleasuring someone else’s wife.”

She didn’t elaborate further as we heard Kumar and Preethi entering the house. 

Preethi just freshened herself up and we all sat together chatting up a bit about their go-carting. Preethi sounded quite thrilled. The she went away to help Malathy to get the dinner going while me and Kumar sat watching T.V. 

After dinner when we retired Preethi went take a shower. I was lying completely rested the whole day. I was eager to try what I learnt today. I thought Preethi will be tired after the day’s outing. She came out of the bathroom wrapped in a towel which she promptly dropped as she came to the bed. She slid next to me and before I could react her hand had cupped my semi hard member. Never has Preethi started our love making session before. Now I realized that the hours she spent in proximity of Kumar and her knowledge about his sexual prowess is making her do it. I did not get disheartened. I started my love making as I normally do with lot of caresses and kisses. She started melting. 

When I headed south she got up, pulled me to lie down and she headed towards my member. Then slowly climbed on me in a perfect woman on top 69 position. It was our first time. Though she had given me blow jobs before on my request, today she was doing on her own. When I started licking her vulva she started licking my member moaning slightly. When I homed in her clit she started sucking me. I recollected what I read today and held myself breathing deeply. She reached a shattering climax and slumped with her loin pressed hard on my face. 

After she recovered looking at my continued hardness she turned around and straddled me. She started riding me as she usually does lifting just her thighs effortlessly ensuring herself a deep penetration. I guess often rubbing her G-spot. Also she was contracting her vaginal muscles to give me greater pleasure as she usually does. At the end of about 5 or 6 minutes her face started registering surprise and looked at me lovingly. I pulled her for a deep kiss and humped her from below as long as the kiss lasted. Lifting her head from the kiss she looked deeply in my eyes appreciating my continued humping. Her body started convulsing in another orgasm. Once again she slumped on me only this time face up.
I realized how easy it is to hold on without ejaculating in a hurry. I quickly flipped her on her back, lifted her legs angling it till I could penetrate as deep as possible. When I saw her wince I knew I had achieved the perfect position that suitable for her and my member. I have never bothered to do this before. Then I started pounding her with my balls slapping on her bottom producing a soft clapping sound. Another 5 minutes down the line I looked deeply in her eyes, kissed her and said in the most loving tone, “Honey, I am going to come. Come with me”. I increased my pace slightly. I never wanted to get frantic. She responded with equal enthusiasm. In a few minutes we both enjoyed a glorious orgasm simultaneously for the first time since we were married. 

When we both recovered she just monopolized my body kissing me all over. Almost washing my body that was glistening with sweat with her saliva. I saw clock at the head board. Our session had lasted an hour from the start till then. I pulled her closer. Her physical tiredness took over. “Thank you. I love you so much” she murmured just before dozing off still almost lying on me flat. Slowly I nudged to side facing me. 

Even in sleep she just clung to me. I felt I was at the top of the world.

The next day morning as promised Kumar and Malathy left us alone. They didn’t bother waking us up. When Preethi woke up I pulled her into the bathroom and into the shower. After soaping each other leisurely we stood under the shower. I could see her eyes widening at my continued erection and my not doing anything. Then without any foreplay I pushed her to the wall, lifted her holding her bottom. Instinctively she wrapped her legs around me and I homed in. I was surprised how wet she was. The session that started there continued in the bed. This time after almost 20 minutes of my penetration and two orgasms of hers we both hit the crescendo simultaneously.

Nuzzling in the bed against each other slowly she opened up, 
“What happened?” she asked in an almost whispering tone. She normally feels very shy talking about sex.

“What happened?” I asked her back.

“You … were so good” she whispered back.

“You mean I was bad all along?” I kidded her. She didn’t reply. Simply she kissed my chest but insisted, “But, tell me what happened?”

“I did some reading and realized I was a jerk all along” I said

She giggled and hugged me tight.

I saw the deepest satisfaction in her face. 

I knew that I have given her complete satisfaction. 

But Malathy’s last statement kept coming back to me.

[Anonymous]

Please post the complete story at once. The suspense is too much.

[kamdev99008]

Please post the complete story at once. The suspense is too much.

not a short story......it contains nearly 50 updates....even no reader can read in 1 go...

so read and review. i will update daily... if more eager ...i can post 2-3 updates daily

[kamdev99008]

Update 4

Every night I was with her was a repeat of that night or better. I used to cut down my work on Thursdays so that when I come home on Friday I was not fagged out. She used to be really excited on Fridays after four days of sexual starvation. Once I started showing my eagerness on Fridays, she opened up and used to ask me for more. Likewise on Monday mornings she used to cling to me like a child refusing to go to school. Our life moved on. During the Memorial Day weekend in May Kumar and Malathy visited us. 

I was not at all surprised when once again Kumar’s over the drink topic moved on to spouse swapping and swinging. Only this time I too actively participated. I also noticed the enthusiasm Preethi showed in it. Her body language was clearly sending the signals Kumar was looking for. 

That evening Malathy suggested we go to a recent Hindi movie. Preethi was not into movies as such and almost hates Hindi movies. Kumar also showed disinterest. Out of the blue Malathy said that I will take her to that movie. Kumar retorted saying that he will take Preethi to an English film. Before I could say anything all the rest agreed on that arrangement. The girls further decided that they will not cook dinner and each of the pairs will grab a quick byte before heading to the theatre.

I was a bit alarmed at this development. 

Next day morning Preethi wanted to go to her college to submit an assignment. Though it was supposed to be submitted the following Tuesday she wanted take off on that day and was asking me also to stay home. I know with guests around our weekly sex dosage will get affected and she wanted me to make up for it. Soon after Preethi left, Kumar too left to visit a friend, leaving me and Malathy alone.

As expected, Malathy broached the topic about our sex life again. We both were on the couch in our living room.

Malathy started saying, “Congratulations! You seem to have graduated from ‘not bad’ to ‘very good’ in bed”

Me, “Oh! Thanks a lot for your advice. It really made me perform better. Pun intended”

Laughing out Malathy chided, “You are welcome. And I was really surprised at what I heard from her”

By now I know they both talk regularly, particularly when I am out of town as Preethi herself had confided with me, though not the details.

Me, “What surprised you?”

Malathy, “Your staying power. I think you can give a good fight to Kumar on that score at least”

Me, “I am honored”

Malathy, ”You gave further thought on your fantasies?”

Me, “Yes. I did” I could not lie.

Malathy whispered, “I meant the second one” and nuzzled against me, her intentions unmistakable. Such closeness to a woman other than my wife sent shivers down my spine. As she put her hands on my shoulder and leaned on me with her breasts pressing against my biceps, my heart was howling to pull back and my mind was frozen but my body started reacting on its own. She seemed to have mastered in the art of seducing. 

Though Malathy was not as beautiful as Preethi she was attractive no less. She was 5’6”. May be due to her height hers was no match to Preethi’s hour-glass figure. She was quite skinny with hips not as wide as Preethi. Malathy had a sharp featured face with eyes that sparkle and a cute smile that show her even white teeth. But her ample breasts and rear mound were very attractive, in a way disproportionately prominent when compared to her body. She was a prime sample of my belief that women look their best in their 30s. 

She leaned on me pressing her body further into me. She took my hand and put it over her shoulder turning towards me. Now one of her breasts was rubbing just below my chest while the other beneath my armpit. 

She was wearing a loose T-shirt and pajama. I realized she was not wearing anything underneath her T-shirt as her nipples were getting hardened as pebbles and poking my skin. She brought her face close to mine. Her hand started grazing along my shoulder held my neck. 

The natural progression to that state, a kiss, was imminent and in no time we both were lip locked, tongues probing each other. Though she initiated it, my natural kissing skills (at least that is what I think thanks to Preethi’s appreciation) took over. While one of my hands held her head the other involuntarily started roaming beneath. In no time it had cupped a breast and kneaded the nipple. Malathy moaned into my mouth.

As we broke off she said, “Preethi is right. You are the best kisser. I want to sample your other oral skill she boasts so much about” She quickly got up and pulled me to the bedroom. 

As I hesitated near the entrance she said, “Please don’t think I will ask you to repay for this in any manner” then continued with the words that no man can resist, “I have been longing for you”

We didn’t even reach the bed and our hands were roaming on each other. She pulled her T-shirt up and removed it over her head giving me access to her breasts. Pushing her against the wall I started devouring them. She let out the sweetest of the moans. It really excited me as Preethi was never vocal during sex. 

I kneeled down and pulled her pajama string. It slipped down in the front and stayed held by her prominent bottom. I recollected in Preethi’s case it stays held by her hips. Malathy wasn’t wearing panties either. As I pulled her pajama down fully I realized she too had not bothered to trim or shave. I raised one of her legs to rest on my shoulder. My excitement held no bars as Preethi would never allow me into such an act. 

I put my tongue to work on her labia first. Malathy’s moans grew louder. After giving it the treatment it deserved when I moved on to her clit she squealed in delight and convulsed. Collapsing on me after a powerful orgasm she crushed her lips to mine tasting her own juices. Preethi would never do it. Resting on my lap while leaning on the wall a bit she looked deeply into my eyes and said, “That was the most wonderful experience I ever had. And I want to repay you in kind”. She got up and dragged me to the bed. 

As I sat on the edge she quickly unbuttoned my jeans and unzipped my fly. She nudged me to raise a bit to pull it along with my jocks down. 

I was harder than ever before. Then she held my manhood with both her dainty hands, one wrapping from the base and another immediately above the first. The bulb of my manhood was almost fully jutting out above. 

She said, “Well, by Indian standards you are quite well endowed. But to wrap Kumar’s equipment like this such that only the head is visible I will require one more hand”

I was a bit puzzled and asked, “What?”

Malathy chided, “I thought you are the brightest of the lot. But can’t handle simple math? Let me put it bluntly. While you are almost 7 inches Kumar is much more than 9 inches. Closer to 10. In girth too his will exceed yours by almost 25%”

I couldn’t imagine such a tool on skinny guy like Kumar. Malathy continued stroking me.

“Is it some kind of mutation?” I couldn’t help making such a nasty remark

Malathy replied unfazed, “Yes. It seems it runs in their family. But he knows how to put it to very good use”

Me, “Then why were you longing for me”

Malathy, “You want an honest answer? I find it difficult to accommodate his size. My hips are not as wide as Preethi’s and a single session with him leaves me strained”

Malathy then proceeded to kiss, nibble and lick my manhood. Next she did something that blew my mind. First she coated my manhood with saliva and slipped it into her mouth. She see-sawed her mouth for quite some time. I had forgotten all about my mind control. Suddenly she dipped her head fully on to manhood till her lips almost touched its base. I could feel myself deep inside her throat! As she repeated it the third time I exploded right into her throat and she swallowed effortlessly!! I didn’t realize that I was moaning aloud!!!

It was my turn to pull her on to my lap and crushing my lips on to her tasting my own juices. I broke off from her guilt ridden. I couldn’t meet her eyes. She seemed quite contented at what happened and thoroughly relaxed as she fished her clothes and slipped into them. Standing in front of me she came close to me and hugged me just as Preethi hugged pressing my head to her tummy and brushing my hair. Then she disengaged and went to guest room. I washed myself and changed my clothes, hoping Preethi wouldn’t smell Malathy on me. 

After a while we were back in the living room. 

Malathy started, “I see you feel guilty”

Me, “Remorse is the better word”

Malathy, “Oh come on Anand! Don’t talk as if you are in the 19th century”

I wanted retort centuries old traditions are called so because they are centuries old. 

Me, “Why did you start that?”

Malathy, “You mean whatever we did?”

Me, “Yes”

Malathy, “Firstly I wanted to prepare you to accept some realities. Secondly I wanted to give you your share of fun in advance. I must say additional fun in advance if you are up to it”

Me, “I don’t get you”

Malathy, “Let me start from the beginning. But promise me that you won’t get mad at me”

Sensing something sinister I said, “Please do”

Malathy, “Your performance with Preethi has improved tremendously. But I am afraid you have really flared her up. She feels so lonely and I guess horny when you are away”

Me, “For that we both know that very little can be done”

Malathy, “And Kumar is going to capitalize on just that”

I was quite agitated. “If he does something I am really going to have a chat with Kumar” I said.

Malathy, “Would you do that? Even after what just happened between us?”

Me, “Yes. After all it is you who started it”

Malathy, “Likewise, he will retort back that it is your wife who showed interest”

Me, “What do you mean?”

Malathy, “You want to know about tonight’s movie date?”

Me, “What date? We both are going to a movie and they both are going to another”

Malathy, “The whole thing was orchestrated by me and Preethi”

Me, “You better explain”

Malathy, “Me and Preethi were in constant dialogue. For whatever reason she seems to be sold on spouse swapping idea that Kumar planted in her head. But then she does not want to cheat behind your back. In her own words she does not want to hurt your feelings in any manner what so ever. She once again reiterated that she is getting complete sexual satisfaction from you”

Me, “Yet you say she is sold on spouse swapping idea?”

Malathy, “I guess it is primarily due to your absence every week” 

I was hurt already. Still I did not want to tell Malathy and advertise that I have to do it for Preethi’s own sake. To support her studies. 

Malathy, “But please don’t draw any conclusions. Preethi is only testing the waters as how comfortable will she feel with Kumar. She might drop the idea altogether after tonight. But knowing Kumar there is every possibility that she will get hooked”

Me, “So what is going to happen tonight?”

Malathy, “Kumar is going to take her to a hot movie which will be relatively less crowded and make his moves”

Me, “What moves?”

Malathy, “Considering it is a public place, a lot less than what we both just did” 

Me, “You and Kumar planned it?”

Malathy, “No. Kumar does not even know we planned. But I know what Kumar will do given that opportunity. Hence I proposed the Hindi movie”

Me, “What part of plan did Preethi partake?”

Malathy, “Just in refusing to come to the Hindi movie. And letting Kumar capitalize on that”

Me, “So she asked you to arrange a date with Kumar”

Malathy, “Please Anand. It was not that blatant. I saw how excited she was about spouse swapping. She is too smart and knew pretty well that Kumar is trying to seduce her. I suggested that first she should see if it will work out by sampling Kumar’s proximity. If she does not feel comfortable for whatever reason she can drop the whole idea”

I found it hard to believe Preethi’s being so excited about having sex with Kumar. Yet, I must admit Preethi is taking each step very cautiously despite his seduction skills.

Malathy continued, “Still if you are not happy about these developments you can call if off. You can say some reason and cancel our movie program, I mean yours and mine. I am sure Preethi will cancel hers” 

I was silent. 

Malathy, “Can I take your silence as approval?”

Me with a sigh, “I guess so”

Malathy, “Then I will help you realize a bit of your first fantasy, which is the primary fun had planned for you”

Though I know what she was implying I didn’t know how she wants to do it and asked her, “How?”

Malathy, “Simple! By snooping on them!!”

Me, “That is mean”

Malathy, “Don’t worry. We will do it carefully and Preethi will never come to know about it. We will skip our Hindi movie and enter their theatre after the movie starts and get out of there before the end. Actually towards the end Kumar will hold on to her till the credits are screened and lights come up. We will have ample time to slip out”

Though I know I was doing something cheap I could not explain my excitement. 

Evening as she was serving tea and coffee to the rest of us, Preethi surprised me.

She asked, “Kumar, to which movie are we going?”

I saw Kumar first looked at me and quickly turned away avoiding my eye-contact. After considerable delay he replied mentioning the movie, which as Malathy had predicted was a hot movie. Preethi didn’t say anything then.

As I was dressing in our bedroom Preethi entered from the bathroom after a quick wash. She didn’t proceed to the wardrobe but came behind me and hugged me.

Me, “mmmm … pity we can’t hit the bed like right now”

Preethi slapped me playfully and said, “You have no other option but wait”. I turned to her and held her lightly. 

She looked deeply in my eyes and asked, “Are you ok with my going to this movie with Kumar?”

Though we both know what is expected at the theatre I never thought Preethi will discuss about it now or afterwards. She is too shy, at least with me. I wanted to see how she is going to broach the topic.

Me, “Why are you asking me? After all you are going to a movie?”

Preethi, “Now you please don’t act daft. It is a hot movie. You know Kumar is trying to flirt with me. He won’t keep his hands to himself at the theatre”

Me, “Are you ok with it?”

She just blushed and avoided my eyes and said, “I won’t go if you are not ok with it”

My heart was screaming to tell her ‘No it is not ok with me. I don’t want another man to lay his hands on you. Let us both go off somewhere’. But I was guilt ridden for what I had already done and was also excited about realizing a bit of my fantasy of watching her with another man.

I simply pulled her into a long and passionate kiss in which she promptly melted clinging on to me locking her arms around my neck. Even after breaking off the kiss we remained hugged with her face buried in me. Brushing my lips on her lovely hair I murmured, “I am ok with it. Have fun”. As we broke off she quickly turned away blushing to dress up hiding her reddened face. I was thrilled and must say that I loved her more than ever.

[kamdev99008]

Update 5

We all headed out that evening. Malathy asked me to take her to a restaurant where we can have dinner at leisure. Considering the fact we have left home quite early for the movie, I guessed Kumar also would have taken Preethi to a similar place rather than grab a quick bite. 
As the dinner progressed Malathy asked me, “Are you excited?”

I couldn’t really hide my face getting reddened and reply, “Well, sort of”

Malathy said “Look at you. You are so cute when you blush” and made my pleasant discomfort worse.

I wanted to change the topic and asked, “Can I ask you a personal question?”

Malathy replied with an amused look smiling cutely, “Yes. But I wonder what that would be”

“Don’t you want to have kids?” I asked

Malathy’s face became sullen, “That is more than one question. We tried. I had two miscarriages, the second one affected my health pretty bad”

Me, “Oh! I am so sorry” and continued intrigued, “Is it due to … “

Malathy sensing what I am hinting replied, “No. Nothing to do with Kumar. He is a virile and potent man. Something wrong with me”

Me, "Oh! Have you recovered fully now? I mean I guess you can still .. “

Malathy, “No. After the second miscarriage the doctors said I shouldn’t try again and tied my tubes”

“Hey, I am really sorry. I know how you feel” I tried my best words of consolation. 

Malathy, “I appreciate Kumar despite his traditional brought up for still sticking on to me, although I offered him a no-strings attached divorce”

Me, “I don’t think there is anything to appreciate in that” clearly showing my disapproval.

Malathy looked up surprised and said, “You are quite unlike many that I have come across from India. Aren’t you?”

It was my turn to kid her saying, “And you are quite unlike many ABCDs that I have come across” and that loosened the mood.

Malathy, “We digressed a lot. I asked if you are excited. But please do not be disappointed if nothing happens”

Me, “What are you hinting?”

Malathy, “Preethi may not make any move if she finds him repulsive. She may just allow Kumar to pet him a little and that would be it”

Me, “Why do you say so?”

Malathy, “You didn’t notice her dress. Though I suggested wearing a sari she declined. She is dressed in a loose top that can easily be lifted giving easy access to her breast. If required she can even slip her hand behind and unclasp her bra to prove further access without a public display of her assets” I must admit that I felt a twitch in my groin when she said that. The very thought of Kumar fondling Preethi sent shivers down my spine.

Then she continued, “But her choice of skin tight jeans leaves no room for adventure”

I remembered how I struggled with it once to disrobe Preethi.

I asked, “After all it is a movie hall. What more do you expect?”

Malathy, “Nothing stops Preethi accessing Kumar’s asset. That’s what I meant”

I really jumped out of my pants, “What! Preethi would never do that!!” 

Malathy, “She will if she has the kind of sexual urge I suspect”

Me, “Preethi would never indulge in anything like that”

Malathy, “Though I am not 100% sure, I would still like to take a bet. What do you say?”

Me, “What is the bet?”

Malathy, “If Preethi does something then you owe me a sexual favor. If she doesn’t then I will owe you one” She said as though our relationship is an ongoing affair. 

Me, “What makes you think Preethi will do something?”

Malathy, “I need to give you some theory behind it. Oh! Don’t look at your watch we still have time”

Me, “O.K. Go on”

Malathy, “Outwardly women are attracted to men whose physique is more symmetric and compatible to their physique”

Me, “Could you elaborate that?”

Malathy, “By symmetry of physique I mean basically proportional external dimensions. External physical compatibility is basically to do with height, build and looks. Your body is a prime example of symmetry”

I couldn’t hide a mischievous smile

Malathy returning an equally mischievous smile, “I know what you are thinking about Kumar. Wait till I will come to that point”

Me, “Please go on”

Malathy, “Whereas sexual compatibility has nothing to do with external appearance”

Me, “What governs that?”

Malathy, “Sexual compatibility is based on compatibility of genital sizes as classified in Kamasutra and the level of one’s sexual urge”

Me, “I thought Kamasutra is all about positions”

Malathy, “Sexual compatibility is explained right in the introductory chapter”

Me, “So how is it defined?”

Malathy, “According to the size of genitals. Kamasutra classifies both men and women under three categories each in the ascending order of their genital sizes. Men are classified as hare, bull and horse. Women are categorized as deer, mare and elephant. Closer the size better the pairing”

Me, “I can sort of figure out what category Kumar fits in”

Malathy, “Category-wise Kumar is way too abnormal and shoots out of the whole spectrum defined in Kamasutra. By Indian standards it would be shame to categorize him under horse. May be by Caucasian standards. Whereas you are probably at the upper end of bull”

Me, “What category will you and Preethi fall into”

Malathy, “We both are mares though I would be at the lower end of that category. I mean according to the size of our genitals.” Looking at my mischievous smile she continued, “Now, don’t get ideas. I can make a good assessment of Preethi’s size”

Me, “You still have not explained why you suspect Preethi will be inclined to do something at the movie hall. And we are running out of time”

Malathy, “Yes I know. But we still have time. Remember we are not going to be there at the start of the movie” and continued, “Coming to Preethi’s attraction to Kumar”

Malathy, “She can be satisfied by any bull as you are giving her complete satisfaction as she puts it. However, it is only the horse that can give her heavenly pleasure. She is large enough to just about accommodate a horse but can’t really engage in sex unless she has strong urge and desire to do so”

Me, “How will you know if she has the desire”

Malathy, “If Preethi’s head disappears sometime during the movie then you have your answer”

Me, “Preethi would never do that” Frankly I thought she might just stroke him. But the very thought of Preethi head dipping over Kumar’s organ gave me a lewd excitement and another shiver.

Malathy replied emphatically, “Kumar will urge her to do so. One look and she will instinctively know if she can accommodate him to have pleasurable sex and if her urge is strong she will oblige to give him a blow job” 

I remained silent till we finished dinner and were on the way to the Cineplex 

Me, “So I and Preethi are ideally paired. Right?”

Malathy, “I must admit you both are ideally paired in every way. You are the ideal husband for her and her life’s ambition seems to be being an ideal wife for you” That really surprised me. 

Malathy continued, “I find you doubting my last statement”

Me with a sigh, “Then I really don’t know what is Preethi up to”

Malathy, “Please do not confuse between love and lust. My guess is she has an immense sexual urge. I am sure you will be the only love in her life and in her own words you give her complete satisfaction every time you both mate. But she also might lust Kumar, but in a different way. She might be looking for that brand of pleasure which you cannot give her. Your being away more than half the week doesn’t help either”

Me, “I hope all these developments does not affect our relationship”

Malathy, “No way. In fact you will notice your sex life sky-rocketing and your bonding will become intense.”

---

As we were nearing the theatre Malathy gave me another surprise, “I must confess one more thing”

Me, “What?”

Malathy, “I found Preethi interested in spouse swapping but was too shy to indulge in it. In her own words she would feel very awkward facing you after the swap. Hence I suggested an open relationship instead of a swap”

Me, “Now what is that?”

Malathy, “In an open relationship both the pairs adopt a Don’t-Ask-Don’t-Tell policy. They do not inform their spouse when they are mating with their swapping partner. It will be a general understanding among the couple that mating may happen whenever two mating partners find it conducive.”

I really didn't pay much attention to what she said, I guess in my excitement of seeing Preethi with Kumar.

We reached the theatre and parked outside such that we can make a quick exit without being noticed by Preethi or Kumar. 

I was so excited that I could hear my heartbeat.

The movie had already started and as expected, she quickly found out where both of them were sitting. They were sitting on the left hand side of the theatre, almost 10 rows from the screen. 

The theatre was fairly deserted as per Kumar's expectations. There were hardly 25-30 people in the theater and no one was particularly close to them. They were kind of midway on the left hand side. We quickly sat couple of rows behind them, diagonally opposite to them towards the left hand aisle.

Preethi was to his right and from our angle we could get a glimpse of her face if she turned towards him. As we settled down, we saw that both of them were sitting comfortably in their chair.

Within a few minutes of our arrival, I noted that Kumar motioned towards her and got his arm around her. Preethi didn't object to it but neither did she lean into him. His hand was more on the back of Preethi's chair and less on her. He continued his casual talk as he alternated his gaze between the screen and her beautiful face. She continued to watch the movie and didn't take any effort to make any eye contact with him.

Nothing much happened for several minutes and I was getting concerned if anything would happen at all. I turned towards Malathy and she came pretty close to me, presuming that I was trying to kiss her. She parted her lips and we kissed, not very passionate but a casual open mouthed kiss. Between the kiss, I whispered to her, "Is anything going to happen?"

She assured me, "Very soon Kumar should break her resolve."

Then there was a lesbian kiss on the screen. I was quite certain that Preethi had never witnessed a French kiss between women. Kumar rightfully seized the opportunity to close into her as his hand circled her and brought her closer. Surprisingly Preethi didn't resist this time. From our position, we could not clearly see the faces but general movements and for the rest I had to use my imagination. I felt Malathy's hand squeezing my hand as this happened. What surprised me further is that although Preethi was a bit uncomfortable, she was turning towards him while talking, which meant her lips were very close to his.

Malathy leaned into me and said, "See in the next few moments he is going to suck nectar from her lips."

The conversation on the screen was over and the women had locked their lips in a sensuous kiss.

As predicted, within a few moments they were kissing. Again, I wished I could see them more clearly but it was clear that it was a long kiss rather than a short peck. So, I guessed she must have parted her lips.

Things started getting heated up as the kiss progressed. I could see Preethi squirm in her seat as Kumar leaned into her, perhaps squeezing her breasts slipping his hand under her top. She actually moved forward almost bending downwards; perhaps she was too shy to let Kumar handle her breasts. Kumar too was on top of her trying to cajole her to let him play with her breasts. After a little persuasion, she leaned back, took a quick look behind. We were expecting this and hence had kept ourselves low in the seats all the time.

Ensuring that nobody was near them, she turned towards him and offered him another kiss. I was hard as a rock. I thought or imagined harder than when handled by Malathy.

Malathy urged, "Let's move forward, we can't see anything from here."

Now there were two rows between us and them. As we sat in the seat we note that Kumar was kissing her cheeks as his left hand groped her breasts, I imagined. I wondered if her brassiere was still on. As though she read my thought Malathy looked a bit more carefully and said, "Yes she still has it on but it won't remain on for long."

"Are you enjoying the show," she whispered cupping my crotch. We noticed that he was talking to her all along as he did this. But then suddenly she pulled away from him. Didn't quite understand the reason but Malathy helped me, "See now he is requesting her to unhook her bra and let him play with her bare breasts."

We both were filling in the gaps with our imagination. And we were most of the time guessing it correctly. Preethi glanced around in a similar fashion. This was a clear indication that she is about to unhook her brassier underneath the garb of her top. She sunk in her seat as Kumar eagerly waited for her to unhook the brassiere. It seemed on her request he was not staring at her but instead turned his face towards the screen pretending to watch the movie. Within a minute she had unhooked her brassiere and raises her top in the front providing uninhibited access to Kumar.

As she was doing this, Malathy pulled me and said, "Watch!"

"Kumar won't make a move until she invites him to play with her breasts."

"It is a technique he uses to ensure that he remains the dominant partner in the relationship," she elaborated.

True to her words, Kumar didn't even flinch a bit. It seemed he was lost in the movie and after a minute or two Preethi nudge him, again we were using our imagination, as he turned towards her. I guessed, she didn't say a word but glanced downwards hinting towards her breasts. This much invitation was good enough for Kumar to make the next move.

They were sunk in her seats and her face was turned towards him as Kumar was toying with her breasts under the top. 

Malathy commented, "She is almost a virgin," hinting at my smaller pecker compared to Kumar's, her hands cupping my erect penis again.

"Don't worry," she assured, "Kumar would transfer this young, almost virgin girl into a perfect woman for you," her grip tightened further putting me at the verge of next orgasm.

They were freely deep kissing as the action was getting more intense and within the next 5 minutes Kumar kneeled down in front of her. And we saw Preethi willingly raised the top enough to accommodate for Kumar's head and then she started breast feeding him. I was dumbfounded to see my wife acting sluttish in a public place. I thought Preethi was moaning or imagined so as Kumar tasted her breasts. I imagined him taking her nipples into his mouth and nibbling on them. This continued for a while and then it ended suddenly. Malathy helped me understand what must have transpired. She said, "I guess he must have been trying to undo her jeans."

"Really?" I responded excitedly.

"She won't let him though. It is too risky and cumbersome to do so in such a public place. Neither did she plan for it”

"You mean to suggest she would have done it had this not been a public place?" I asked puzzled by her assumption. It was still a bit difficult for me to understand that she would let him have uninhibited sex with her in their very first meeting.

"Why? Do you doubt?" she asked teasing me.

"Look now," she continued, "She would instead masturbate him."

"Watch carefully," and continued, "Kumar would let her take the lead. He won't even urge her for it but she would not only masturbate him but also fellate him."

My eyes were fixed on them as she whispered into my ear, "She will not be able to resist the temptation of finding out about his dick for herself"

Kumar had returned to his seats and still had his arm around her. Preethi now was almost in his arms and slightly twisted, almost sitting sideways facing him. I wondered if the encouragement that Malathy provided is the reason behind her behavior. There didn't seem to be any suggestion from Kumar but she seemed to be toying with his erection. We were into the last segment of the movie and only had 15-20 minutes left and I whispered to Malathy, "It may not happen after all."

"We have just 15-20 minutes before the move ends," I reasoned.

"Oh that is enough," she answered, "not enough for him to cum in her mouth, though." It reminded me of an occasion when I had inadvertently cum in her mouth and she fled to the bathroom and thoroughly rinsed her mouth. I was not certain if Preethi could handle the bitter taste of cum.

Out of the blue Malathy changed track and said "Besides, this is the time where Preethi has to prove that she can be the ideal mistress for Kumar. A good mistress doesn't let her marital vows interfere with her duty to pleasure her master. She needs to prove that she is willing to pleasure him even in a semipublic place such as this. Only then can she evolve into an ideal mistress for Kumar” all along holding and stroking my manhood over my trousers. 

After our last meeting Malathy never brought up the topic of mistress with me seeing my utter discomfort. Now she is doing it holding my manhood.

While she was tutoring me on the duties of a mistress, I noticed that Preethi's head was gradually descending into his lap. We had about 10 minutes left and I wondered if she would go till the end. I was too excited again and forgot what Malathy said. I couldn't contain my excitement and desperately wanted to get a glimpse of her head bobbing on his penis. Despite, Malathy insisting not to, I crawled towards the left aisle and moved forward until I was almost in their row. I slowly peeped into the aisle, slightly above the seat arm rest and could clearly see them. Again, the finer details weren't all the clear but the general outline was evident.

Preethi had actually kneeled in front of him between his legs and was sucking on his prick as if there was no tomorrow. Although, it was very dark for me to see the finer details, I could guess that she was frantically sucking it as her head bobbed up and down rapidly. I was guessing that she was determined to make him cum before the movie ended.

I didn't return from that position until almost the movie was about to finish. Malathy came behind me and whispered in my ear, "We need to get back. The movie may end anytime. Don't worry I will get the gory details from Preethi tomorrow." 

We got out of the theatre. I wondered if she would complete the blow job in the car. They reached home almost at the same time, so it was certain that they didn't really continue their romp in the car.

Quickly we all retired. Preethi busied herself in the kitchen for quite a while. I guess she didn't want to face me and she wanted me to go to sleep before she comes to bed. What had happened in the theatre excited me. Now in the aftermath of that, it unnerved me in equal proportion. My rational mind did not let me get angry with Preethi. Then I reassured myself that so far she has not cheated on me and agreed to myself she did lot less than my indulgence with Malathy today. Yet, her unbridled enthusiasm disturbed me.

[Anonymous]

Please post more updates every day.

[kamdev99008]

Update 6

The next day as I was lazing in the bed I heard Malathy and Preethi talking in the utility area which is separated from our bedroom by a thin wall. 

As Malathy broached on the topic I found Preethi dodging her completely as though she did not want to talk about it. Malathy had to adopt a different tactic.

Malathy, “I must confess I had fun with your husband”

Preethi, “What fun?” I sensed a tinge of envy in her voice

Malathy, “Oh! Nothing much. And that too I had to coax your husband so much.”

Preethi, “Where? In the movie hall?”

Malathy, “Well the movie hall was not as sparsely seated as yours would have been. I had to pull him out to the car after some minor petting inside the theatre”

Malathy was lying to cover our voyeurism.

Preethi kept quiet. Malathy continued, “I think he is feeling guilty for what happened”

Preethi, “I know my Anand. It’s my entire mistake”

Malathy, “What is your mistake in this?”

Preethi, “I asked his approval last evening saying Kumar wouldn’t keep his hands to himself in the movie hall.”

Malathy asked, “You did?” in the most surprised tone and continued, “But why? I thought we both had planned it. As I had promised you I hinted to Anand yesterday morning on what possibly could happen at the movie theatre. If he hadn’t taken it well I would have told you to drop the program”

Preethi, “Yes. But somehow I didn’t want to proceed without him approving explicitly. As it is, I was feeling guilty for planning it behind his back”

Malathy, “Then what are you blaming yourself for?”

Preethi, “Though he was O.K with it when I asked his approval, I am sure he would have felt jealous and did with you as a revenge”

Malathy, “Oh! Come on Preethi!! Nothing of that sort. I thought you know Anand better. I have not come across a more mature and caring person. Kumar included” I wondered if Malathy really meant what she said or was just pacifying Preethi. 

Preethi, “I know”

Malathy, “Anyhow, did you have fun?”

Preethi was silent. She must have nodded her head.

Malathy, “What kind of fun?”

Preethi, “I don’t want to discuss about it”

Malathy, “It’s OK. You do feel now?”

Preethi, “Guiltier than ever” I was surprised to hear her voice cracking.

Malathy, “Hey, what is this? After all it must have been some minor indulgence. I am sure Anand did much more in the close confines of your car than what Kumar could have in the theatre”

Preethi, “It is not only what I allowed Kumar to do. I feel so bad about what I did” I could hear her silent tears from her sniffing.

Malathy, “I think you will feel better if you talk it out with Anand”

Preethi, “No way” she vehemently replied in a raised tone.

Malathy was insistent, “What did you do? Did you hold him there?”

Preethi was silent. My guess again was that she nodded.

Malathy, “Stroked him?”

Preethi was silent again.

Malathy, “Did you go down on him?”

Preethi was finally opening up, “mmm”

Malathy, “How do find his equipment? Do you think you can handle it?”

I heard Preethi chuckle and murmur, “mmmmm”

Malathy, “Good. Then we have achieved our objective. You now know what is in store. Now we can think of swapping partners seriously”

Preethi, “I don’t want to”

Malathy, “Your worry is Anand will not approve of it. Will you have any issues if he is not jealous and he too is interested in swapping?”

Preethi, “Still, I will die facing Anand afterwards”

Malathy, “Then you do it without his knowledge. Let Anand do it without your knowledge so that you don’t feel guilty like this”

Preethi, “I don’t want to cheat on him”

Malathy, “Let him be aware that it may happen only not when and where. That’s called an open relationship”

Preethi remained silent.

Malathy, “It’s your call. I wouldn’t force you. But please be aware Kumar will get flared up now and start making advances”

Preethi in a very stern voice replied, “I know how to handle him. If he persists I will inform Anand and ask him to handle Kumar”

I was really surprised at her response.

Malathy in a shocked voice, “God Preethi! No! I don’t want any unpleasantness. I will ask Kumar to hold his horses. I thought you are a matured person. Let us not talk anything further”

Their conversation ended in an unpleasant note. Malathy and Kumar left that day afternoon itself. They both insisted they had planned that way but forgot to inform us earlier. I didn’t believe them. 

But later in the evening Malathy called over phone. Preethi was watching T.V in the living room. 

After pleasantries I asked her who she really wanted to talk to.

Malathy replied, “Actually both of you but individually. Don’t tell Preethi that I called. I will talk to her alone later. Just listen and respond in monosyllables”

Preethi was engrossed in the T.V. and didn’t bother looking at my direction. Presumably she is still shy or on her guilt trip.

Malathy continued, “Preethi is feeling extremely guilty for what happened yesterday. But she will come around don’t worry. Your fantasy will come true for sure. Your primary hope is Kumar making his advances. But, only if you encourage her and allow her to get rid of her guilt feel things will move forward”

Me, “Otherwise?”

Malathy, “Oh! She is too smart. Otherwise she will complain about Kumar’s advances to you and leave the decision to you”

Malathy’ s reading of Preethi’ s reaction stunned me. I never suspected Preethi on those lines. After seeing Preethi with Kumar in the theatre the fantasy Malathy had brought out from some hidden corner of my mind was becoming an obsession. But it had dampened severely after overhearing their exchange. Now I was left confused.

“Frankly speaking, now I am also not sure of proceeding” I didn’t want to confide about my eavesdropping them yesterday.

Malathy, with irritation in her tone continued, “Your feeling is not different from that of Preethi’s. As I said Preethi will come around sooner or later. Hence I suggest you too don’t continue with this state of mind. Otherwise please understand it is your marriage that will be at stake”.

Malathy did not continue further but asked me to go out on some errand in the next five minutes so that she can call and talk to Preethi, starting with an apology.

I really had some errand to run and I went out and came back almost around dinner time. I and Preethi had decided to have a dinner of pulling out all the leftovers from the fridge. Preethi was setting the table in quite a cheerful mood.

As we finished dinner she was chattering about her college, classmates and upcoming courses. We both were avoiding talking about the movie date.

On hitting the bed without any talk whatsoever we started smooching. As our lovemaking progressed I found Preethi much more aggressive than ever before. The envelope of liberties she was taking and allowing me to take had suddenly got pushed way beyond my imagination. 

After a prolonged foreplay I mounted her. As in the recent past I controlled myself by breathing evenly and humped her. After a while she had another orgasm. I was planning to continue longer and finally ejaculate urging her to reach one more orgasm along with me. But when I saw her writhing in orgasm for a moment I wondered how hard will she orgasm when Kumar ploughed her. The lewd excitement I felt was so overwhelming I shuddered and ejaculated. Though Preethi also was expecting me to go on a little longer she did not show any disappointment but hugged me as usual showering me with kisses. 

However following two days I made up for that and ensured each session ended with Preethi gasping and asking me to come. As promised to Preethi I took off on Tuesday and I spent that day with my sweet wife. That day afternoon as we were lazing after a leisurely meal I broached on the topic. Though the fantasy of seeing her in Kumar’s hands was still definitely there, my primary objective at that time was to gauge her seriousness. 

Me, “You never mentioned anything about your movie date”

Preethi’s face reddened. She turned facing away from me with a simple “No”. I hugged her from behind. Nibbling her earlobes I whispered, “I must confess I too had good fun”

She still remained silent.

I persisted, “Was it good?”

She whispered back, “mmm”

I asked, “Do you think we should have more such dates in future?”

She, “No”

“If you enjoyed, then why not honey?” I probed

She in a whispering tone, “Kumar will want to take it next level”

“You mean swapping?”

“Yes” she replied

“Are you O.K with it?” I asked her.

“No” was her firm reply.

“Any particular reason?” I indirectly asked her is there is any way that she disliked Kumar, though I know she doesn’t.

She turned around. With a mischievous smile burying her face in my chest she mumbled into it, “After that you have to forget me. I will die of shame looking at you”

I hugged and kissed her. I started relaxing thinking after all she wasn’t really interested and only Malathy had seduced her into that line of thought. Also I started feeling guilty letting that fantasy get into my mind. 

The next moment Preethi bowled me over saying (still not looking at me), “That’s why Malathy suggested an open relationship”

For a moment my heart sank about losing my wife to carnal pleasures. The next moment the thoughts of fantasy coming true pumped some adrenaline into me. 

“What is that?” I asked

“In an open relationship it is not done so openly. I mean you will not know that I did with Kumar and I will not know if you did with Malathy”

“How will it be possible? After all it will happen only when we meet. Isn’t it?”

She didn’t answer. She didn’t want to say that she wanted to have fun when I was away. 

Though I wanted to encourage her to realize my fantasy of seeing her pleasured by Kumar with his monstrosity, her eagerness irritated me. I can’t explain. Am I being male chauvinistic? Am I trying to save my marriage? Then why am I getting obsessed with some fantasy? Why can’t she also realize some fantasy of hers by getting pleasured by Kumar? Too many questions swam across my mind.

I took a deep breath and decided not to continue the topic. Instead diverted her attention to things that I felt were genuinely much more important to her.

“Anyhow, let us think it through and decide. After all, we have much more important things to focus on”

I saw mild disappointment in her face initially. But when I completed that sentence she was all ears.

I continued, “You are just into your second semester. At least till end of third semester let us not get our focus diverted. Remember, you set a goal to finish your third semester before end of this millennium” 

Her first and second semesters had fixed time schedule. Whereas the third semester being with lots of self-study could be completed much earlier if the student wishes. The advantage was that she can start the fourth semester earlier. Other than a single subject, the fourth semester primarily involved working hands on as an intern in some architectural firm. I reminded her ambition to start working as an intern right in the beginning of the year 2000.

We both did not discuss about it again and our life progressed as before, weekends filled with love-making and the rest of the week both of us slogging our ass off. 

Malathy too understood Preethi’s priorities and didn’t open the topic again. While we used to often talk over phone meeting each other became rare. I knew Kumar was making his advances trying to meet her during my absence when he visits SFO. But Preethi was keeping him at bay. 

[kamdev99008]

Update 7

By end of June 1999 barring a few thesis oriented units left she had almost cleared her second semester with flying colors. Preethi was all set to start attacking the third semester with a vengeance. As I mentioned earlier our weekends were sex filled while we both slogged off during the week. 

I all aspects it was the same loving and affectionate Preethi excepting one. She was much more open and I would say bolder in talking with me. She has at last started talking to me like she would talk to a friend of her own age. She seemed to have shed her inhibitions and the false respect that wives in India give to their husbands by avoiding open talk. I loved her more than ever. 

We took a short break for the July-4 weekend and visited Kumar and Malathy’s place. 

The evening we landed Kumar proposed go-carting the next day early morning. After a very tiring previous day and expecting a decent session over the night with Preethi I declined. As I suspected so did Malathy.

We had an electrifying session that night. I was too tired to start a second session of romp. Without my mentioning Preethi understood and just cuddled against me resting almost half her body over mine. 

Early in the morning Preethi rustled up my hair, gave me a peck in my cheeks and woke me up, though not fully. She said she is leaving for go-carting and asked me if it is ok with me. I was a bit irritated may be because I was woken up for no reason. However, didn’t show that irritation on her face. Tried kissing her back and got a prompt response of “chee … go brush you mouth it smells”. Though she said that in a playful manner I know she can’t stand the smell of my un-brushed mouth. For that matter she can’t stand her own un-brushed mouth. The moment she gets up she will go and brush. I was digressing. I sent her off and continued lazing in the bed.

After 15 minutes or so after their departure I got up and came out of the guest room after freshening myself up.

Malathy had kept my tea ready. I stood there drinking the tea enjoying the view through their French window. Malathy hugged me from behind and bit my shoulder. I froze for a moment. She whispered over my shoulder, “Drink up fast. I need you”. Then her hand glided down from my chest towards my crotch. 

As I put the cup down on the table, she came in front of me locked her arms around my neck and looked deeply into my eyes. No words were spoken. She then continuing caressing my chest and arms and hugged me tight pushing her pelvis towards my crotch. My resolve getting dissolved was evident from the hardness that was building. She raised herself to her toes and locked her lips with mine. I started kissing her holding her tightly. She slipped her hand down and massaged my member over my track pants.

Malathy mumbled into my mouth, “I missed you … “

My hands involuntarily slipped beneath her loose top to seek her breasts. As I was kneading her she moaned. As my fingers homed on her nipple she let out a gasp. She dragged me to their master bedroom instead of the guest bedroom. She sat down on her bed and pulled me down. Taking the cue I knelt in front of her. I relieved her of her top and continued making love to her breasts. As I bent down to suck on them she held my head tight and crushed my face into them. I slipped down and started licking her naval. She lifted herself slightly and slipped her pajama down pulling its elastic waist band. Naked, on her back with only her torso resting on the bed she invited me to eat her. Malathy had a wheatish complexion unlike Preethi who was extremely fair. The contrast between their nether lips excited me. Spreading her legs and lifting them up in the air I worked on her and made her writhe in orgasm. 

She said, “God! That was great!! You are the best in business” 

“Is that a comparative statement?” I teased her.

“Of course” she replied in a serious tone and continued, “Kumar is no comparison to you”

“Thanks for the compliment” I said elated. 

But she had other intentions as she continued, “But then he doesn’t have to go down on a girl. He can make a woman orgasm just penetrating her”. 

I could sense her intention was to humiliate me and lead me into thinking about Kumar pleasuring Preethi. She continued berating, “That’s why you need to practice more of pussy licking. That way Preethi can have best of both the worlds” 

She got up and hugged me tightly kissing and probing my mouth with her tongue. As our kiss grew in intensity a hand of hers slipped down and pulled my track pants down. She stroked my already hard member just a few times and then surprised me whispering in my ears, “Mount me”.

She moved up in the bed laid down spreading herself for me. In no time I got rid of my clothing, climbed on to the bed and was inside her in a single stroke. 

She gasped and said, “Oh! I was waiting for this so long”

I wanted to demonstrate my love making skills. I started to plough with strokes of varied paces. After a good 10 minutes I saw a dazed look in her face. I bent down fully on her and locked my lips with hers for a long and passionate kiss probing with my tongue and nibbling her lips. When I broke of the kiss she gasped. I bent my body with my member firmly locked in her. I nibbled her right nipple, pulled it up gently biting it and then released it. Her gasp was louder. As I gave the same treatment to her left nipple she exploded with a loud moan. I resumed my strokes riding her for another 10 minutes to her next orgasm and my climax. After recovering from my orgasm my member still inflated and buried inside her I propped myself with my elbows placed adjacent to her body and looked her. She pulled me again for feverish kiss. 

"You are quite good," she said hinting at my prowess. Then saying, “It is my turn now” she pushed me aside and made me lie down on my back . As I lay down on my back, she got up and knelt between my legs took my member in her hand. It was slimy and still inflated. I looked at her incredulously.

She picked up my still inflated member between her fingers and bent down to kiss it. I was stunned by her reaction as it was still messy and couldn't imagine Preethi ever doing that.

Her lips parted and she engulfed my manhood in her mouth, sucking out the coat of our combined juices in no time. She then continued pleasuring me orally; her hands playing with my testicles all the time. I started hardening responding to her expert tongue play. If that were not enough, she did something strange, that aroused me further. One of her fingers strayed to my anus and she started gently probing my anus. The finger was gently circling the puckered hold, probing a bit harder every now and then. Somehow, my body enjoyed that touch of hers. I never knew that I could get excited by such an act. I didn't object to it and instead let her take liberties.

She urged me to move my legs a little bit, which I did. That gave her much better access to my genitals and anus that she was had been massaging all along. I was fully erect and rock hard now due to her expert work. She suddenly stopped and squeezed the pre-cum out of my member, doused her middle finger in it and took back to my anus transferring the wetness to that area. I understood that she would probably insert a finger inside. I winced in (pleasurable) pain as her middle finger entered me from behind.

She kept it completely embedded inside for a few moments before she decided to start the see-sawing motion. I was in a very excited stated but was able to prolong it due to my recent ejaculation.

After about 15 minutes of nonstop fellatio and fingering, she came up to me and kissed me.

"That was amazing!" I said.

"I can't imagine Preethi doing it for me," I added.

"I know" she said

I wanted her again and urged her to move on all her fours, a position Preethi rarely allows me. She co-operated and let me mount her from behind. I pumped her for over 10 minutes and still was not close to climaxing. Malathy was getting tired in that position and she urged to switch back to missionary style.

"How much more time?" she asked me. Preethi rarely asked such a question. The few occasions she asked me usually meant that she was satisfied and it was okay for me to ejaculate any time. 

"Don't know," I said.

"Would you mind if Preethi swallowed Kumar's load and not yours?" Malathy asked titillating my senses -- perhaps encouraging me to climax sooner.

"Preethi doesn't like swallowing," I responded between my thrusts.

"With Kumar, she will," emphasized Malathy.

"Would you mind if Preethi rimmed Kumar's asshole?" Malathy asked further.

"You mean perform anilingus on him?" I clarified.

"Yes."

"I can never imagine her doing that," I replied.

"She will start doing this for Kumar," she said.

"She would never do that," I reiterated.

“Wanna bet?” she teased me.

I continued my romp. 

"Are you about to cum?" she asked me.

"Sort of?"

"How long?"

"May be a few more strokes," I responded.

"Well, I want you to cum in my mouth," she said. As she had done that already once I was not all that surprised by her request, I pulled out and moved towards her face. It was a cumbersome position, so she asked me to stand next to the bed facing her, while she turned on her side and took my throbbing erection in her mouth.

Her head was supported by her hand as I slowly see-sawed through her mouth. Her other hand started fingering my rear again. I wondered if Kumar and Malathy had fetish for anal sex.

In a few more strokes I flooded her mouth. Or so, I imagined. With hardly any time recuperate; all I could manage was a few drops. She diligently sucked in the ejaculation and cleaned me completely.

Exhausted by our session, we both lied down in each other's arms. I was not sure if the comments she was making about Kumar enjoying her women to swallow and perform anilingus were true and I definitely wanted to find out. 

As I was lying on my back staring at nothing. She turned towards me. Her hand started caressing my chest and she threw a leg over mine and locked it ensuring skin to skin contact from waist to toe. I tilted my head towards her and asked, “Why did you do that?”

She giggled, “That seems to be your standard preamble after we are at it. Are you guilty again?”

“Not really. But I asked about what you did”

“Do you mean the blow jobs and letting you come in my mouth?”

“Yes. Didn’t you find it repulsive?”

“To tell you the truth I have done those only with you despite Kumar asking many times. I knew you will enjoy. But I never thought that I will also enjoy”

“Enjoy! Come off it Malathy”

“You don’t know Anand. It was a kinky thrill and I did enjoy. And as I said so will Preethi while doing it to Kumar. But don’t expect her to do to you”

“Why?”

“A mistress always reserves certain privileges for her master”

Seeing my face hardening at the mention of the word mistress Malathy stopped on her tracks. It really pissed me off. But didn’t want to abruptly get up and hurt her feelings. I remained silent. Malathy seemed to have sensed it and slowly got up and went to her bathroom. I went to the guestroom to take bath.

Later as we were having breakfast of fruits and cereals, Malathy opened the topic first appreciating me, “Oh! That was really good. I guess you charged me up so much with your oral skills in the beginning”

I just smiled and continued eating.

Sensing my pensive mood she continued in a little more serious tone, “I am sure that you get excited about living your fantasy. But for some reason you don’t want Preethi to become Kumar’s mistress. Though I had my doubts earlier now I know for sure that Preethi is so eager to be pleasured by Kumar she is willing to be his mistress. I want to know why you are so hung up.”

I responded, “Her being his mistress has a lot of other connotations”

She retorted, “Like what?”

I elaborated, “I am her husband Malathy. I am not old-fashioned and I don’t want Preethi to treat me like God. At the same time I don’t want her to let her dignity and self-respect down. Becoming a mistress is like demeaning herself and me”

Malathy, “You seemed to have misunderstood this mistress bit completely. It can never be like the mistress-master relationship that Kumar outlined as exists in India. Not even the variety that exists in the West. Preethi’s relationship with Kumar will be restricted to sex and nothing else. She knows how respected you are among your friends and in fact she wants to live up to that. She will never want herself to be branded as anything but your ideal wife”

“By inviting Kumar to my place whenever I am not there?” I asked lacing my tone with sarcasm, thereby also conveying my reticence to the open relationship in our current social surroundings. I had quite a few friends right in the apartment block where we lived.

Malathy, “Oh! She knows the social implications only too well. Even I won’t let Kumar to go spend a night in your place when you are not there. I had planned for her to come over here as though to spend the evening in our company which she will. Later Kumar can sneak into her bed and mate her”

“You don’t mind?”

“I don’t mind if she capitalizes on Kumar a few nights a week. Though I will be happy if I could spend them with you. Kumar’s appetite for sex is way too high. With Preethi rushing off early, he will still come to me in the morning for a quickie”

Malathy seemed to have well thought out the social implications. But I was still worried about it. Here I must explain what my worry is. Agreed I was excited about Preethi getting pleasured by Kumar. But the long hours they spend together are not going to be spent only fucking. Love develops with closeness not necessarily in bed. I know Preethi loves me. But I felt not as deeply as I loved her. However many number of times I mate with Malathy, I never thought I will fall in love with her. It will always be mutual fondness despite my weak mind that fell for her seductions. I was not sure if Preethi is that mature. I didn’t want her to fall in love with Kumar for whatever reason. With Kumar’s clear-cut intention of having her as his mistress I doubted if he will restrict it to a “sex only” relationship.

Later Kumar and Preethi returned from their go-carting and nothing else happened. Luckily that night she was as tired as I was the previous night. She herself was not up to a second session and we caressed each other talking sweet nothings till we dozed off. The following two nights we both made up for the weeks quota as feverishly as usual. 

[kamdev99008]

Update 8

On returning back after that long weekend our life moved on as usual. I was wondering when Preethi is going to open the topic of spouse swapping. Malathy said that Preethi is too eager about it. I remembered our earlier discussion on this topic didn’t conclude. Two months down the line she opened the topic.

During weekends after lunch it was my habit to sit with a book. Preethi was not too much into reading. She will either be busy with some personal work or sit next to me listening to music on her Walkman. Off late she had taken much fascination with the new gadget I had got her called MP3 player. Whenever she sits next to me she will invariably nuzzle close to me and my concentration will start to waver. Dropping my arm over her shoulder I pulled her close. Normally she will simply slide down on my lap and ask me to continue reading, which sometimes I used to. However this time she did not show that intimacy and stayed next to me. I diverted my attention to the book on hand. 

“I was talking to Malathy over phone” she said

“So what’s news” I asked without really taking my eyes off my book.

“She asked if spouse swapping idea still appeals to us” she said leaning her head on my shoulder. 

“Does it?” I teased her. But I was getting excited. I was getting harder.

“Would it be fun?” she was probing my interest level.

I said, “I guess it would be. Malathy if fairly attractive” I felt guilty hiding the fact that I already had a go with Malathy and continued, “But Kumar would be more privileged” hinting Preethi is far more attractive than Malathy. She blushed in response and then remained silent. 

“Does it still appeal to you?” I probed her further turning to her

“Yes it does” she said without hesitating but avoiding my eyes. Then she continued, “But I am worried about the implications”.

I thought she is going to mention about social implications, still asked, “What implications?”

“Malathy confided in me that Kumar is frustrated as she is not able to satisfy him. That’s why they were exploring the idea of swapping partners” she said.

“I don’t get it. If she can’t satisfy him how is she going to satisfy me? I mean, if we swap” 

She playfully punched my biceps and she started “Well” a bit hesitantly and then continued to say, “Malathy says she is finding it difficult to accommodate his size”. She giggled as she completed the sentence.

“Is he really that big?” I asked her a direct question though.

A little taken aback she replied, “I don’t know how big really. But Malathy insists that he is very well endowed”

“What makes you think that you can accommodate him?” I teased her.

I was so happy that my Preethi is openly discussing with me like friends do. On the other hand the topic we discussed made me jittery and excited at the same time.

“I don’t know. I guess I am not as fragile as Malathy” justifying her belief. Though I can sense her eagerness she hadn’t shown it openly thus far. 

“Then what’s the problem?” I asked her.

“If we were to swap with them Kumar’s frustration would result in more sessions with me”

“How? I thought a swap meant that we would swap partners at the same time. Where is the question of more sessions?”

“I wouldn’t want to imagine a swap that way” she said emphatically and continued, “It is too phony and I will be so embarrassed to face you after that”

“So what do you have in mind?” I feigned a loss of memory of her earlier clarification on that subject, expecting her to clarify.

“I would like an open relationship where no fixed schedule of swapping is maintained” she clarified this time slightly differently.

“But how will it result in more sessions?” I insisted

“Malathy had cervical erosion two months back. That was immediately after the July-4th weekend and she had to refrain from sex for six weeks. Kumar is further more frustrated. Hence we will insists on more”

“You mean during the weekends that we visit him?” I wanted to find out what she had in mind and if it is the same as Malathy had suggested.

“Once we have an ongoing open relationship sex is consummated as and when opportunity arises” I was surprised with her choice of words and let her continue

“With Kumar in SF almost every week he has lot more opportunity. Besides you are away more than half the week”

I was thinking that it is exactly panning out as Malathy had stipulated but still not sure what Preethi had in mind. In case she is planning of Kumar visiting my flat, I didn’t want to say anything about social implications and make her feel guilty. After all by then I was more than sold on realizing my fantasy. I knew Malathy wouldn’t allow them to mate in my house in my absence. But reading my silence otherwise what Preethi said next hurt me; hurt me like hell.

“You can’t expect me to be celibate on those days” she added a bit sternly.

When I turned my head and gave her a sharp look she justified saying, “I mean once we have an ongoing open relationship”

She was literally canvassing for commencing an open relationship. There was not one word of gratefulness not even consolation for the very reason for my absence. Instead she emphasized her right to be sexually fed when I slogged my ass off to pay for her education. 

Despite my deepest love for her I couldn’t help thinking for a moment, ‘What a thankless female!’

By then I knew my loving wife is consumed by the obsession for carnal pleasure. Ironically, my fantasy grew like wild fire giving me an instant hard-on.

When I kept quiet she probed, “Why are you silent? Are you thinking that it would make you feel jealous? If so I don’t want it”

‘Jealousy? Is that all she can come up with? Has she thought of the consequences fully? Or is she purposely keeping me in the dark avoiding them?’ unanswered questions ran amok in my mind.

With a deep sigh I started, “Preethi, in a relationship as you describe there are other implications that are more personal in nature. Such a relationship with them is Ok as long as our relationship is not affected in any manner. It should be for fun and that’s all. We should guard against it coming in the way of our moments of sharing, affecting our love for each other or distancing us in any manner”

For a fraction of a second her face registered guilt. She then leaned her head closer on my shoulders and said, “No way. I will not allow it to affect us in any manner. The very reason I agreed for open relationship is that I don’t want to be embarrassed nor I want to embarrass you in any manner” she said with genuine love and commitment. 

Yet, though she didn’t realize, it was obvious the conversation was all about her open relationship with Kumar rather than mine with Malathy. 

“Last but not the least, it should not affect our intimacy in bed or out of it” I voiced another one of my fears, clearly setting ground rules that my closeness to her and my share of sex with her should not be affected.

She was silent and it was obvious she was taken aback. Then she said with a serious tone, “If you think there is even a remote chance for that to happen then I don’t want it. I’ll die if I am not with you” 

“So are you going to take this semester cool?” I asked with genuine concern diverting the topic. 

She said, “No way! I don’t want any interference till I join my internship” with determination in her voice. 

I relaxed that nothing will happen till end of this year. But I must admit that in a way I was also disappointed. 

Things were moving smoothly as before. Preethi was confident of completing all her courses for the third semester before end of the year. She finished all her assignments and requested for end-semester test to be held by end of November. She wanted to concentrate on remaining course work that does not require her faculty’s involvement during Chrismas holidays. She started appearing for interviews with architectural firms in and around SF for her internship.

But Malathy started planning ahead. They bought a three bedroom house right in Oakland; fairly large one for their requirement. There was one bedroom of the size of master bedroom with similar amenities. The third bedroom too was not all that small. I was intrigued about her plan. The house had a garden and a swimming pool. We went to their house warming. Around the corner of their street there were public tennis courts too. Preethi was thrilled about that house and commented that she can see and admire my swimming and tennis skills when we visit. When friends around asked she explained blushing with her face professing her love, she bragged about my skills and how she instead of me who used to ogle during our silent courtship days. 

On my job front the dot-com bust was making my job difficult. My travel frequencies had reduced. Though it meant more nights with Preethi it affected us financially. I had planned for the Green Card processing early 2000. Green Card processing meant significant expenses that included a trip of mine to India. I realized that it is going to be difficult to carry out my plan. 

While talking to Malathy over phone about it … 

Malathy, “You don’t have to postpone any of your plans”

Me, “How? With Preethi’s education expenses added to our household expenses I don’t think it will be possible”

Malathy, “Oh! You also share her burden is it?”

Me, “Not share the burden my dear lady. I can proudly say that it is fully mine”

Malathy, “You never stop surprising me” then after a brief pause, “Tell me frankly, do you think Preethi has cheated you in anyway thanks to her attraction to Kumar? If you feel so you have every right to put a stop to whatever we have been discussing. I am sorry I didn’t know about it”

After an equally brief pause I replied, “I know how obsessed she is about starting relationship with Kumar. But I don’t think she has cheated on me. She has been always upfront; both in conveying her commitment to me as well as expressing her eagerness to mate Kumar. Anyhow, I guess it is too late to discuss in that angle as Preethi is all geared up to start what she calls open relationship in the coming year”

Malathy, “I know. That’s why I said you don’t have to drop any of your plans”

Me, “Please enlighten me”

Malathy, “Why do you think we bought the house in Oakland? It was primarily to facilitate our open relationship. We were planning to suggest to you in a subtle manner to move in with us without anyone in your social circle raising eyebrows. Kumar always shows off like your big brother among friends. Now you can have a solid reason of saving money on rent. The house is big enough so that we don’t have to step on each other’s toes. Preethi and I never had a problem sharing work in the kitchen. Neither do you with me. Look at all the positives. I think it is the ideal route. If you are ok with it I will discuss with Preethi. I am sure she will jump at it”

Me, “I am surprised that you want to take my permission to talk to Preethi”

Malathy in a solemn voice, “Anand I have always considered you as the man of your house. Now after knowing the responsibilities you shoulder for Preethi’s betterment my respect for you has grown multifold”

Me, “Oh! Please don’t flatter me”

Malathy, “So, what do you say about moving in with us. But I must warn you it comes with the open relationship if you agree. If you don’t agree then it might turn out to be your wife starting an affair behind your back. There is no way I can curtail Kumar and I think Preethi too after you guys move in with us”

Me, “It sounds okay. And it seems to be the most conducive environment for the open relationship without any social implications. Nevertheless, I will discuss with Preethi and convey my decision”

Around November my company stopped my outstation travel completely. I decided to try my hands on free-lancing. Or rather I was forced to. I sent out feelers among my past clients and other consulting firms in the West. I received some positive responses. In the meanwhile I discussed with Preethi about moving in with Kumar and Malathy. She was thrilled I must say felt overly grateful to them for coming forward to share our burden.

I put my papers up in my company and they requested my continuing till end of December. In the meanwhile a client in New York had responded favorably and wanted me to start some work right in January. I gave a second thought if we should really move in as I felt I could manage the expenses if I get assignments like that. But then there was no guarantee that I will get such assignments till Preethi finishes her M.Arch and start earning. So I decided to go with the flow on the decision taken. 

A decent sized architectural firm in SF had accepted Preethi for internship and also promised her a plum job after her M.Arch. I was excited thinking about the upcoming open relationship and thrilled to the core about realizing my fantasy. 

In the last week of the millennium I had work out of town till Friday the 31st December 1999. We had planned moving in over the new-year weekend. The weekend before that we organized our stuff, planned the packing process with general chit-chat. 

Out of the blue Preethi started that conversation that helped me to lay some ground rules.

“We owe a favor to Kumar and Malathy” started Preethi. I was mildly surprised at her taking Malathy’s gesture into heart to such an extent. After all we both knew that it was primarily to facilitate open relationship without any social implications. So, I really didn’t think that Malathy was doing a great favor. I was sure Kumar is the primary beneficiary from the open relationship.

“You mean for allowing us to move in with them?” I asked casually

“Yes. In such difficult times nobody would have come forward” she elaborated. These words I was sure were not fed by Malathy. I always knew Kumar was making advances but never thought he will also feed such thoughts into her mind. 

“I know” I simply concurred

“We need to repay them” she continued

“Tell me how we can go about” I enquired feigning interest

“I know you will be helpful in the house as always. I will share her work in the kitchen. In addition I can provide her relief in her bedroom chores”

“Oh! You mean the open relationship” I quipped

“No, I mean much more than that” she retorted

“Like what?” I asked intrigued

She replied “How shall I put it? I will take up Malathy’s bedroom chores as Kumar’s mistress” and set the alarm bells in my mind. 

“Did you say mistress?” I asked in the most incisive tone

She gave an elaborate explanation saying, “I said that due to lack of words. I meant I will take up her bedroom duties in place of his wife. I can’t say as his wife can I? And surrogate wife sounded too artificial” 

“Can you explain what it entails?”

She hesitated a bit and then started as though after resolving in her mind what to say, “I should spend a few nights with him” 

I realized it is not sessions any more but nights! But it excited me thinking lewd about pleasuring her well used body afterwards.

She continued quickly adding, “It will be mostly when you are away”

I realized it is not any more ‘only when you are away’. Still I must say, I was excited no less.

She further drove the point saying, “But don’t be alarmed if he needs further sessions” implying even when I was in town. 

Her enthusiasm irritated me. But suddenly thinking Preethi as his mistress, as his sex slave, I felt cold sweat and was thoroughly excited. It was a fight between my self-respect and fantasy.

She continued justifying, “After all it is his house. Malathy may not reciprocate for this favor. Neither should we insist on that. We are repaying a favor and not swapping partners”

I started fuming inside with my self-respect taking an edge over my fantasy. But I did not show it. Anger was something I learned to control when I was very young. Only my fantasy still irritated me causing a raging hard-on.

“You might be able to enjoy her fruits, whenever luck favors you” she said consoling me. I don’t know she intended a pun thinking about Malathy’s juicy breasts.

"Are you suggesting that I should vacate my bed for him, if he insists?" I asked lacing my voice with enough sarcasm that made Preethi sense my discomfort. My self-respect was winning.

"That will be only if that happens when you are in town. I just said that we need to preserve decorum of our relationships so that such a thing would never happen" she said toning her enthusiasm a little.

“Can you explain that?” my tone still the same

"I didn’t mean you vacating our bed literally” suddenly realizing the implications of my question and continued, “I meant you should subtlety pave ways" 

I remained silent.

She continued with renewed confidence, “He is sexually frustrated right now. Accommodating him now, would aptly repay their favors," she added.

"I didn't understand how I should be paving ways?" I asked purposely wanting to know if she would be spending entire night with him while I am at home.

"I also don’t know. I guess it will become clear as time passes. If you suspect Kumar is up to something, then assume so and don't intervene. Just take the cue and offer us more privacy" she said. I saw her face radiating in pleasure as she said that. 

"Malathy will help you, if required," she added.

That was it. By then my self-respect had won hands down.

“Are you through?” I asked in my authoritative tone that Preethi knows. I could see the realization that she had overstepped hitting her.

“Preethi, I cannot tolerate my lawfully wedded wife being someone’s mistress” I fired my first salvo.

She remained silent.

“Do you know what it entails to be one’s mistress?”

I didn’t find guilt in her face but a bit of disappointment mixed with a lot of fear.

“I am sure Kumar must have educated you. Nevertheless I will enlighten you. The first responsibility is making yourself available whenever he needs you, no questions asked. That means ignoring my needs to fulfill his. Forget about my needs. That means laying down your dignity opening yourself whenever he gets the urge. Your elaboration earlier already implied that you are fully up to this responsibility”

I saw her face going sullen and very worried.

I continued, “The second responsibility, which is not really a responsibility but a practice, is reserving sexual privileges exclusively for him. I don’t care what you do with him but I am sure Kumar will derive crooked pleasure insisting. And you may comply, putting your loyalty to him ahead me. The third responsibility is bearing his children. Thankfully, that seems the only thing you not up to” 

When I completed my explanation it was obvious that she did not expect Malathy to educate me also about the responsibilities of a mistress. Sensing my discomfort Malathy had almost convinced me to accept her being his mistress in close confines without stepping on my toes or bruising our dignity. Either Preethi was not aware of that or she tried pushing her luck using favor as a bait. 

Preethi’s face registered fright for the first time as I continued.

“Please understand I am not standing with a begging bowl. And I am capable of figuring out how to repay for their favor preserving our dignity. But if you are eager to become his mistress in the pretext of repaying their favor, then please assume that will be the end of our marriage” I said it with a finality that literally shook her.

“No” she almost wailed and continued almost in tears, “Dear, please don’t think that I am eager to be his mistress. I will never do any of those things. I am sorry I got carried away thinking how much we owe them. I am sorry I didn’t mean to hurt you in any manner” and she started sobbing. 

She came rushing to me. But I walked out of the house to get some fresh air and allowing her to come to terms. I knew she was over enthused. I also was highly excited about the open relationship. At the same time, her accepting such a role hurt my ego way too much. 

When I returned back I saw her face was swollen after crying for a while. I felt bad for her and wanted to take her in my arms consoling her. Again, this was a crucial point in our life. We were venturing to do something that is unthinkable for people back home. At that point my agreement to the open relationship was not to save my marriage as Malathy kept reiterating. As I had already started my relationship with Malathy I felt Preethi too was entitled to it. I felt she too was entitled her share of fantasies. 

Instead, if I acted chauvinistic and broke our marriage, Preethi will suffer the most. I didn’t want to put her through that. So, it was my excitement, reasoning, so called modernistic thinking and more importantly my love for her and my commitment to hold our marriage intact were the factors that made me agree to the open relationship. I wanted her to share that mind-set.

I knew I will live through this fantasy and get over it in time. Likewise I wanted Preethi also to get over it. By the time we expand our family I wanted both of us to get rid of them and live life normally. I wanted us to set ideal examples to our child (or children if we go through the adopting route). They are anyway going to be exposed to enough and more in the US. I didn’t want that exposure to start at home for them. 

[raj500265]

nice one

[Sam351life]

Plz update bro!!

[kamdev99008]

Update 9

I returned home and sat on the couch and stared at the ceiling for sometime. Preethi came with a cup of coffee. She sat down next me looking down. The next moment tears started rolling down her eyes. I really felt bad. I threw my arm around her and pulled her closer. She buried her face on my chest and whimpered. I caressed her head. She looked up with tearful eyes. Oh! She looked so beautiful. Pulled her up for a kiss and she moved on to my lap and threw her arms around my neck. 

“I am so sorry” she whispered burying her face in my neck. “Let’s stay here or you find a cheaper place” 

“It’s ok darling. We have already told them and I don’t want unpleasantness” I consoled her.

“But I don’t want to” she murmured

“You don’t want to?” I probed

“I don’t want to …. be with Kumar” she said

“But why? You were interested in the open relationship. Isn’t it?” I asked her

“Yes. But Kumar wants me to be his mistress” now she opened out. 

“Do you want to be his mistress?” I asked in a sincere tone

“Not in the manner you explained. I don’t want to hurt you. I definitely don’t want to lose you. I rather die” in a genuine tone.

“Then which manner did you think you can be his mistress?” I asked her to clarify ignoring other things she said.

“Whatever he may want to call me, I thought it will be the same as open relationship. Anyway I was not planning to be with him when you are in town”

“So I can call Malathy my mistress?” Malathy had told me emphatically that she will never be my mistress. 

“No. I don’t want you to call Malathy your mistress” she retorted vehemently possessiveness lacing her voice.

“But why? Won’t it be the same way Kumar considers you as his mistress?” I asked

“Kumar said that as a mistress he will give me more preference over Malathy. But I cannot tolerate you giving more preference to anyone” she explained hugging me.

“So it is basically Kumar calling you mistress. But for you it is an open relationship. Is it so?”

“Yes” she said

“Then what made you elaborate all those things that sounded like the responsibilities of mistress?” expecting a rhetorical answer. But Preethi surprised me with utmost sincerity. 

“Before now you used to be away from Monday through Thursday, nights I mean. When Kumar spoke to me after our deciding to move in to their place he was upset about your travelling less. Though he never said it I thought he hinted that they are going out of their way to accommodate us. So I thought I will make up for it; I meant only the addition sessions; not any of the other things you said. But I am sorry about whatever I said” she replied.

“I am not comfortable about Kumar talking to you so” I voiced my concern

“Let us ignore it. Please don’t ask him directly. It will be too embarrassing for me and it will break our friendship” she replied.

“Tell me honestly. Do you rather want to be with him than with me?” indirectly I asked her if she prefers him over me. 

However, I knew she will be too shy to tell the truth. Thanks to my fantasy and the urge it has created in me, I would rather watch her pleasured by Kumar (though I thought that I will never get that opportunity) than having sex with Malathy. Just knowing that she is being pleasured by Kumar too was a tremendous turn on for me. I myself, in my mind had made the open relationship lopsided by then. But, given a similar choice I rather wanted to be with my Preethi than with Malathy. Likewise I rather wanted to be with her than even watching her being pleasured by Kumar. I was very clear about it.

“No. I don’t even want you to doubt slightly so. I love you and adore you Anand. That’s why I don’t want to proceed with the open relationship” she clarified that our maintaining our marriage in tact was her first priority. 

But I knew she was all cued up about being with Kumar. Her body language said so. It was as though she wanted to be Kumar’s mistress but firmly retaining her status as my wife. This duality of her thought gave me jitters.

As it transpired in the end, had I explored her intentions further as well as explored my fantasy further we would not have even started the open relationship. At that point of time we both were consumed by our urges that made us in the following months do many things that we repented later.

“It’s ok. If we refuse now it will cause unpleasantness. Let us proceed as we decided earlier. Anyhow looks like I still may have travel and spend at least three nights away. Kumar has to manage with that”

I saw a relief in her face but she surprised me again asking, “Will it be three continuous nights?” as though she won’t be satisfied spending just one night before returning to me. 

“Do you want it so?” I asked her bluntly

“No, Kumar may prefer that way” she put the blame on Kumar

That didn’t hurt me much. I was anyway convinced earlier by Malathy about Preethi spending four nights with Kumar while I was away. 

I travelled out the next day and returned late night on Thursday. Malathy and Kumar had booked in a popular disco joint to celebrate the New Year’s Eve and stay the night at our place. We both started packing stuff other than essentials. 

“I am so excited about living the dawn of the millennium” said Preethi

“I am so excited about spending the dawn of the millennium in the hands of my lovely wife. It will be a moment we can share with our children and grandchildren” I replied

For a moment her face registered disappointment. During the afternoon I took a nap as I was too tired thanks to previous day’s work and late night travel. Sometime during my sleep I heard Preethi talking over phone. I presumed it is Malathy and/or Kumar about that evening’s plan and didn’t bother getting up thinking that Preethi will anyway inform me.

In the evening as we were getting ready, Kumar alone landed up. He said Malathy is unwell and could not make it. He was in the living room and I was getting ready. 

Preethi nuzzled near me and asked me, “Are you really ok with me being with Kumar? If not I will say I don’t want to come to the disco without Malathy. Kumar will get the message that it he cannot take undue advantage”

“I said I am ok with the open relationship as long as it is maintained so. Anyway we are after all going to a party where is the question of Kumar taking advantages?” I asked. I didn’t know what they had planned.

Preethi avoided my eyes and said, “He would have thought of starting the open relationship right tonight”

“Even without Malathy who can keep me company?” I asked her aghast. 

“I don’t know. I just thought that may be his plan” Preethi said.

“Preethi, this is still my house. Let him better restrict his expectations to his house. Can you convey that to him or do you want me to have a word with him?” I was firm without showing any anger in my voice.

Preethi remained silent. I was a little intrigued.

I asked her, “Did you plan to start the open relationship right night, at the dawn of the new millennium?”

Preethi, “No. I said he would have thought so”

I consoled her actually with doubts raising in my mind, “It’s ok. He will understand as the night progresses that he cannot take away the moments we want to share and cherish”

I didn’t realize that Preethi was seeking my approval indirectly for mating Kumar that night.

We went to the discotheque. Till mid-night we were dancing. Preethi stuck to me generally. On the stroke of mid-night she clung to me and we started the most passionate of our kisses. We remained hugging for some time and dancing to the slow tune that followed. I went to the bar to pick up a drink. When I returned Preethi was missing. So was Kumar. After a good half an hour Kumar appeared. Later Preethi came from a different direction. 

I hugged Preethi and asked where she was. She said that she was talking to Kumar on the other side of the floor and then went to restroom and came. She looked a little flushed and as though she had washed her face just then. I pulled her up for another kiss. She hesitated a bit and then came into my arms. Her mouth tasted different. I couldn’t place what it could be. 

We reached home. Preethi went in our kitchen while I slumped on the couch in the living room. Kumar followed her. After a little while Kumar came out wiping his mouth. I presumed he went to the kitchen to drink water. I even saw water spilt near his collar. Kumar and I then lounged in the living room chatting about the party. Then he picked up the phone to call Malathy and started talking to her. As I walked into the kitchen Preethi was coming to me with a cup of coffee that I usually take after dinner. I so happy about her thoughtfulness and hugged her again. 

She went to living room. In a while I heard her talking to Malathy. I started sipping my coffee. I found the taste was not normal. Not my usual coffee. Unlike Preethi who relishes instant coffee I normally take South Indian filter coffee. I prepare the filter myself usually. I picked up the filter and smelled to see if anything was wrong. I found the decoction was ok. Still I could not place what could be wrong with the coffee. I did not want to bother Preethi again. So quietly dumped the coffee in the sink and washed the cup. 

After a while Preethi came, hugged me and whispered, “Kumar wants to have one more drink. Let him sit alone and drink. Let us hit the bed. Follow me”

I was thrilled. Preethi walked out ahead of me and into the guest bedroom. I followed her and she quickly closed the door behind me. 

I asked her, “You want to prepare his bed and then come?”

Preethi, “No I find it awkward to cross him and go to our bedroom. Let us sleep her”

“This is a smaller bed” I complained

Preethi “It will be cozier” and pushed me to the bathroom to freshen up myself. I was still in my jeans and T-shirt. I was surprised when Preethi fished out my track pants that I normally use as night-wear from that room’s ward robe. 

Still I had not realized her game plan.

As I came out of the bathroom I found Preethi had changed to a nighty which she had given to Malathy to wear when they last visited. As I reached her she pushed me away playfully and shut herself in the bathroom.

I dimmed the lights and was lying down on the bed. Preethi took quite a long time in the bathroom. I was wondering why. I was slightly feeling sleepy and I closed my eyes and drifted in half-sleep. After some more time I heard bathroom door opening ever so slowly and Preethi peeping out. From the light of the bathroom I could see her face. It did not show any anticipation but it was as though she was checking on me. 

It did not take much time to realize what Kumar and Preethi had planned. Kumar had given something to Preethi to mix in my coffee which I guessed was a strong dose of sleeping pill. She was now peeping out to see if I had slept. 

My mind was filled with anger for a moment. Then the lewd excitement of seeing them together came to my mind. I closed my eyes and turned to my favorite sleeping position. Preethi tip-toed near me and I could sense she was leaning down without disturbing me to see if I was asleep. She then tip-toed out of the room and closed it behind her. 

Our apartment was on the top-floor of a multi storey building. It was a 2-bedroom, 2-bath apartment. The master bedroom was next to our guest room and had an attached bathroom, while the other bathroom was opposite to the guest room. Both of the bedrooms were on the opposite side of the entrance, with the living room and master bedroom on either side of the guest bedroom. A unique feature of this apartment was the vaulted ceilings and the common balcony that spanned across the living room, guest room, and almost peeped into the master bedroom. The balcony ended almost at the point where the master bedroom window started on that side. Due to this peculiar setup, one could watch the action in all the three major rooms (living room, guest bedroom, and master bedroom) from the balcony. One could stand at the corner of the balcony and peep in to the master bedroom, if the curtains were drawn out.

Ensuring that the guest bedroom door was shut, I quickly checked the balcony. The living room lights were out, suggesting that they both were in the master bedroom. I got out into the balcony, and peeped into the master bedroom. The cold would kill me, I wondered to myself, if I stayed long outside. I had somehow not thought much of it. Preethi was once again changing her attire. She opted for her favorite night dress, and decided against panty and bra, which anyway wouldn't be required. I guessed Kumar was in the bathroom.

---

Note: This post contains explicit pornography with graphic details, presented as in the original version of the story. For those who are not interested in reading through I suggest reading the few line in this color that are added by me ...

[kamdev99008]

Update 10

Dressed comfortably, she admired herself in the mirror. She felt her breasts and her hips, acting like a teenage girl in front of the mirror. She checked her breath, strangely, to see if she needed to use a mouthwash. Preethi had one of the cleanest breaths and I never hesitated kissing her even in the morning, although, she wasn't comfortable with her morning breath.

Kumar opened the door of the bathroom -- he was comfortably dressed in his pajamas and bare-chested. He was one of the skinniest person, I had seen -- almost as tall as me but with an extremely lean body -- one might not hesitate to say very thin body. Unlike me, he hardly had any hair on his chest. Kumar didn't wait any longer and pulled her into his arms and kissed her very hard. They were at entrance of the bathroom playing war of tongues as their foreplay stretched over five minutes. Preethi was comfortably returning his kiss; His hands roamed over her body and rested between her legs, massaging her pelvis. 

Then he made Preethi kneel down in front of him and murmured something. She started massaging his raging hard on over his boxer shorts. I was very keen on checking out his size -- although it did look very big, much bigger than mine. She did something strange as I was thinking about this; she dug her face into his crotch and inhaled the aroma while nudging his manhood with her nose and lips. Sufficiently intoxicated with his aroma, she tugged on the Velcro band of his boxer shorts and pulled out his manhood. Although, I was at a distance of about 15 feet, I could clearly see that his dick was indeed huge by Indian standards. In fact, I would consider it to be huge by even Caucasian standards.

It was a strange sight to find this huge dick dangling on a man who didn't have the physique to carry it. His legs were skinny, which made his equipment look even larger. Malathy was right in her estimation of his size. Though the emotions of jealousy, being betrayed as well as building excitement filled my mind, I was still glad that Preethi chose to be pleasured by such a well-endowed man. It was certainly a symbiotic relationship as Preethi was gifted with the most desirable body by Indian standards and Kumar had the equipment to satisfy any nymphomaniac.

She then smeared the pre-cum at the tip of his manhood across her lips holding it at its base. In no time she was sucking the reddish knob. She was feverishly sucking his manhood trying to devour as much as she could but could barely take half of that monster in her mouth. She played with his testicles while her head bobbed up and down. This went on for well over 5 minutes and yet Preethi didn't show any sign of tiredness, which she usually complained about while going down on me, even mine wouldn't have hurt her jaws. By now Kumar was rhythmically humping her mouth, trying to get more and more of his manhood down her mouth. Although, she could never go past behind 3/4th of his it; even that she did with great difficulty. I was surprised with Preethi’s ability to take such a thick and long penis deep in her mouth, without showing much signs of gagging.

Satisfied with Preethi’s efforts to please him, he moved to please her now. Preethi quickly lay down on the bed with her head towards me and legs towards the bathroom. Kumar lay on top of her and started kissing Preethi. It was another passionate kiss. Kumar was making me jealous, kissing my gorgeous wife on our marital bed, while I was supposedly sleeping in the next room.

Kumar asked, "Is Anand definitely asleep?"

"He should be fast asleep now" she replied. 

Her cheating on me infuriated me. But the scene that was unfolding excited me. My body shuddered, not because it was cold outside. 

Kumar moved his attention to Preethi’s breasts now. This dress of Preethi allowed easy access to her breasts and perhaps why she opted for tonight. Kumar latched onto one of her nipples and started milking it with his mouth. Preethi moaned every time his teeth grazed past her nipples in the anticipation that he would bite them.

Satisfied with milking her, he kneeled between her legs to admire her thin beautiful slit. I was certain he was enjoying the view of her slightly dilated pinkish lips that would have to open further to accommodate his massive organ. Kumar bent down to taste her; he smothered it with his saliva but didn't waste too much time on it. Instead, he quickly moved into a 69 position on top of her.

With this angle, I could admire his majestic member that was about to give immense pleasure to my wife. It was modeled after his long legs, except that it was also much thicker. I could admire the tool that Malathy had been raving about all these days. It was not more than 5 feet from where I was standing and less than 5 inches from my wife's eager mouth. Kumar didn't readily lower himself towards her mouth, but toyed with her initially as he went down on her. Preethi was getting impatient as she jacked him with one hand and pulled on his backside with her other hand to enter her eager mouth.

Kumar relented and lowered himself a little bit, just enough for her to suck on the bulging red knob. She latched onto it as one would have latched onto a water hose in a desert. She was frantically jacking him as she tried to take more of him in her mouth; her other hand was busy massaging his large sacs. All of a sudden, I saw Kumar pulling himself up from her grasp, and say,

"Use your mouth!"

"No hands and teeth!"

Preethi obeyed his command and moved her hands to his butt and only played with his balls occasionally. All the while, she was just sucking the huge member with her mouth. Unlike what Malathy mentioned, Kumar was busy sucking nectar from her for quite some time. It was well over 15 minutes now and still they hadn't commenced intercourse. The cold outside was killing me -- and I had to make arrangements to protect myself. I quickly ran and wore a coat and also got a blanket to cover myself. 

When I returned, I noticed that Kumar had stopped going down on her but Preethi was still busy. She than for the first time moved towards his large sacs and sucked them into her mouth one by one. Kumar moaned in response to her tongue play. Encouraged by the effect she was having on Kumar, she continued playing with his testicles and gradually moved to his butt. She was drenching his butt with her saliva, with each of her open mouthed kisses. I was surprised to see Preethi act this way -- since she had never shown any particular interest in sucking my balls or for that matter kissing my butt.

Kumar moved out of the bed after this and requested Preethi to move up a little bit till her head was over the edge of the bed. She gladly complied and now was lying on her back on the bed with her head dangling down. I thought he would ask her to suck on his dick in this position, so that he could even try to force himself a little bit down her throat. Preethi eagerly opened her mouth and let Kumar stuff his massive member to the extent he could. He then started slowly pumping into her mouth. Preethi and I had never indulged in this kind of sex in more than 2 years of our marriage.

I could see that Kumar was trying to get more and more of his massive manhood into her mouth. Preethi was guarding with her hands and every now and then she put pressure on him to withdraw and offer some breathing room. From my vantage point, I could see that Kumar had managed to stuff in more than half of his manhood into her mouth. Now, his thrusts were getting more forceful and he tried to drive more with each thrust. It seemed as if he was breaching the entrance of her throat with every thrust as she gagged a little bit. Concerned with her response, he withdrew completely. Preethi coughed in response to this, indicating clearly that she was stressed with his onslaught.

"Are you alright?" he asked her in a concerned tone.

She wiped her mouth clean with her hand and responded, "Yes."

"Have you reached your limit?" he asked her. She gulped all her saliva before responding, "No, I can take it a little deeper."

"Give me a few minutes," she said catching her breath.

"You are amazing," he said moving to the other side of bed to have a glass of water.

"Malathy couldn't take half of what you could," he said as he kept the glass down.

"You don't have much of gag reflex either," he added.

"Well you never know," she said raising her head to look at him and said, "You have only gone half way down!"

"We will find out soon," he responded as he quickly moved over her head again. However, this time he moved his penis out of way and let her latch onto his balls. A minutes rest had rejuvenated Preethi and she started sucking his balls lovingly. A minute later, Kumar adjusted himself and moved further on top of her. This took his balls out of her reach and she turned to kiss his butt -- she sucked every inch of his outer butt. But Kumar was not happy, he readjusted himself on top of her and picked her head with one hand and directed her into his crack. I was getting a wind of what he was trying to do but found it to be very weird. 

Preethi, however, responded to his motions and nudged herself into his crack but she went too far inside, perhaps to kiss his balls again. Realizing that Preethi hadn't got the message, Kumar readjusted himself again and this time pushed her head firmly into his crack, ensuring that her lips went straight to his asshole. She reacted, not sure of what Kumar was trying to do, pulled herself out and asked,

"What are you doing?"

"I can't kiss you there," she complained.

"Why not? It is clean," he reasoned.

"It's gross!"

"I can't do that," she revolted.

"Come on!"

"Don't be a spoil sport," he said dejected.

"At least feel it with your lips," he urged her. Preethi let him sit on her mouth but she had tightly held her lips. Kumar was of course not very happy with this and in no time, he ended the act and asked her to turn around.

Preethi was now lying with her legs spread facing the window, the opposite direction in which she had been sleeping so far. He pulled her forward until her legs were freely hanging down from the edge of bed. He again went down on her -- this time he worked on her pussy, perhaps her clit, until she was moaning very loudly. I couldn't see all that was happening since his head was blocking my view. Then suddenly I heard Preethi say, "What are you doing?" She was looking at him.

"Just relax," he said.

"Ease your muscles," he urged her.

"No!" she said pushing his hand away. It was clear to me that Kumar was playing with her anus. We had never indulged in kinky sex and anal sex was something we never even talked about.

"Ooh," Preethi grunted as Kumar's finger eased into her maiden anal entrance.

"Stop it,"

"Pull it out!" Preethi complained. But Kumar didn't pay any attention to her and continued eating her. This time he homed on her clit, while his figure was playing up inside her. Preethi was squirming in response to his tongue on her clit and finger inside her anus. Very soon Preethi started responding to him; she was moaning as Kumar was see-sawing his finger through her anus. She was enjoying the forbidden act. After about five minutes of relentless fingering, he eased and asked her to raise her legs. He wasn't done yet. It seemed he was all set to teach her the anal pleasures of sex.

He requested to pull her legs and hold them to her chest. That raised her butt of the bed and gave access to her puckered hole. I could see that her usually pinkish hole had become red and was glistening with their mixed juices. Preethi had willingly complied this time, knowing that he was about to tongue her anus. Perhaps, the finger penetration already let her know how pleasurable this activity was. Kumar worked on her asshole for the next 5 minutes. All the while, Preethi was moaning, immensely enjoying the pleasure that Kumar was giving her. He moved back on top of her after this arduous activity and kissed her. Surprisingly, Preethi didn't hesitate in kissing him back immediately after he had gone down on her back side. I presumed she was clean down there and hence didn't mind Kumar going down on her.

"How was it?" he asked breaking the kiss.

"Great!" Preethi exhaled.

"You robbed me of that pleasure," he complained.

"Sorry! But I can never come around to doing something like that!" she said.

"Relax, You will when the time comes" Kumar assured her, "Anand doesn't have to know what we are doing here. And I don’t want to do these to Anand either”
I couldn’t read the reactions on Preethi’s face. But I could make out that she was silently conveying her agreement. 

Preethi took his semi-flaccid cock in her hand and started stroking it to make it completely erect again. She quickly moved onto on her knees to pay due respect to the cock that was about to penetrate her. She took it into her mouth and sucked on it until it was completely erect.

"Do you have a condom," asked Kumar.

"No, why do you need one?" responded Preethi.

"I am on the pill," she reasoned and added, "Besides Anand's won't fit you!" I shuddered as I heard Preethi frankly admit the difference in our sizes. She was indirectly praising him as she knew there weren’t any condoms at home. Since the time she started on pills I had stopped stocking them.

"I need to feel this beast inside me," she said excitedly and sat up. 

Kumar pushed her to the bed. She was on her back. 

"Would you like to penetrate me in this position?" asked Preethi

"How else?" he asked back.

"I mean," she said, "it would be easy to accommodate you if I am on top."

"No," he quickly responded and after a brief pause added, "I want to *mount* you, on your marital bed" emphasizing the word mount.

"What’s so special?" she asked giggling.

"I wanted our first time to be memorable," he said.

"Me too!" she replied eagerly.

"That's why I want to *mount* you the first day of this millennium on your marital bed with your husband sleeping in the next room." 

My heart sank thinking about my wife dancing to his tunes her face in sexual frenzy that I have never seen before. I was losing my erection as the hurt feel spread.

"That certainly makes it memorable," she responded as his lips parted to kiss Preethi.

"I have waited so many months," said Kumar breaking her kiss.

"So have I," responded Preethi. And then he positioned himself on top of her. Preethi spread her legs and drew up her knees, which blocked my view. Without much ado, Kumar gently pushed into her and Preethi bit her lower lip as his penis entered her. Just the knob was enough to let her know the difference between the two of us.

Kumar took it easily initially and let Preethi adjust to his size. Having worked himself in, he worked on a very slow rhythm. I could sense that he was comfortably inside her but not completely in yet. Preethi bent forward to look how much of it was already in and said, "Oh Shit!"

"You are huge!" she exhaled.

"Don’t worry you can take it. Just relax!"

"Ok. Give it to me," she urged. Preethi's breathing was getting labored as Kumar quickened his pace. With each thrust he was trying to stuff it in a little bit more. And then with one final, unanticipated thrust, he pushed it completely in. Preethi responded with a very loud grunt as he sunk his manhood in her completely. Her eyes bulged as she recovered from the sudden thrust of his.

Suddenly a scene from my past of my father pleasuring my mom flashed in my mind. I was the 14 year old boy standing near their bedroom and peeping through the half closed door. My hard on was back like never before. 

Kumar now developed a slow yet consistent rhythm and ensured that with each thrust he drove in completely and with each pull he withdrew it completely. Preethi was extremely vocal and was matching each thrust of Kumar with a grunt. Kumar continued his fucking for over 8 minutes -- I was timing him to see how much of a man he was in comparison to me, although, it was a moot point given the size of his equipment.

Kumar lifted one of her leg over his chest to increase the penetration and change the angle a bit. Preethi was very flexible due to her regular Yoga exercise but the increase penetration was getting a little bit more difficult for her to handle. Her grunts became even louder as he increased the tempo. After about 15 minutes of non-stop fucking, he stopped to catch breath. He fell on top of her, his penis embedded in her, and his mouth glued to hers in yet another kiss.

"Let's change the position," he said.

"Yes," she quickly replied, "Take me as a stallion would take a mare in heat."

I found that Malathy has tutored her well on the sexual compatibility part of Kama sutra. 

"How?" asked Kumar, not understanding what she was suggesting. Preethi turned on her stomach and stuffed couple of pillows under her tummy to elevate her pelvis for easy access. "This way," she showed him how she wanted to be taken next.

"You want me to take you anally?" he asked surprised by her suggestion.

"NO!" she said and spread her legs a bit farther, opening up the access to her pussy. Kumar then mounted her in this very position and with the very first thrust sunk in his entire penis. Preethi let a very loud grunt as he did this.

Kumar quickly gathered momentum and plowed her for another 10 minutes or so. All along, Preethi was continuously moaning and grunting. I was amazed at his staying power as he had fucked and yet didn't show signs of cumming. 

The scene from the past returned, now with a faceless man on top of my mom.

But then I heard him say, "I am about to cum!"

"Cum in me," she responded between her grunts.

"I would have cum inside you if you were not on the pill," he said. Preethi chuckled.

"I would like to cum in your mouth," he said.

"Okay, let me know when," she responded very casually. I was amazed to the extent Preethi had gone to become his mistress. She was willing to let him cum inside her mouth, something which she never liked and never even talked about.

"Okay now," he said after a few minutes as he pulled his penis out of her gaping hole (I imagined). Preethi quickly turned on her back and made way for Kumar to move to her head over her breasts. He had straddled her face now with his organ on the verge of exploding. Preethi cupped his huge sacs with one hand, while the other hand guided him to her willing mouth. She went to work on him in the hope of draining him into her mouth. But Kumar had other plans; he wanted to have a good blow job before he unloaded his sperms in her mouth. 

Now my mind projected a scene where I was on top of my mom. I was only holding, not stroking my member. Still I exploded inside my track pants.

After about 5 minutes of non-stop sucking, Kumar showed signs of releasing and he held her head as he drove deep into her and ejaculated in her. Preethi coughed as he flooded her mouth and she pulled her mouth out a little but still held him deep in her mouth.

After gulping it down completely, she again took his organ in her mouth and bobbed her head on it a few more times before she fell down. I never imagined that Preethi could act so sluttish. I was disgusted at the way she had willingly engaged in animal like sex with him. But my member was erect again and rearing to go. 

Preethi lived up to the expectations Kumar had from her. Not only was she able to accommodate him, she didn't even hesitate indulging in kinky acts with him, except for licking his asshole. With the way she participated in sex with him, it was only a matter of time before she extended this privilege to him.

I was too tired and feeling sleepy and decided to hit the bed as both of them had exhausted themselves with their 2 hour Herculean effort. It was about 4:15 in the morning when I went to bed. I made sure to wake up early and check on them, just in case they decided to indulge in the morning again. I didn't need an alarm to wake up since the images of Kumar having sex with Preethi were roaming in my head. I woke up around 8:00 and checked to hear sounds from the next room. It was awfully quiet and then I went to sleep again.

Sudden noise of shutting the door woke me up again. It seemed Preethi had just come in to check on me. I waited for a few moments and then heard the master bedroom door shut. I looked at the clock -- it was 9:10 am. I wondered if Kumar was still asleep.

It was a little bit risky to peep into the bedroom in the morning since there was a danger of being caught by them and also a danger of being caught by people in the opposite building. Instead of taking that risk I went near the master bedroom wall held my ears to overhear the sounds.

I heard Preethi saying "Here is your lime water"

"What time is it?" was Kumar’s response. 

Preethi responded, "About 9:00."

"Is Anand awake?" he asked with the sound of putting down the glass of water on the side table. 

Preethi answered, "We still have enough time," implying that they could go for another round, if he wished.

"Now freshen up. I will make some tea if you like" she said

"I don't need breakfast" he said, "I need nectar from your lips."

We had never kissed in the morning due to the awful morning breath. Although, I always felt Preethi had a much cleaner breath in the morning, primarily due to her conscious effort to floss and brush every night before bed.

I knew she was kissing him and probably exchanging saliva with him.

Then some rustling sound and Kumar was mourning. Was she indulging in the kinky act that Kumar asked her do last night? I had an instant hard on.

I heard some more rustling sound. 

Then I heard Preethi grunt aloud and start moaning continuously. 

I walked away to go to the bathroom. After I returned when I held my ear to the wall I heard Preethi still grunting and moaning louder. Along with that I heard the unmistakable soft clapping sound. 

After a while I heard Kumar mutter, "I might come any minute now!"

I went back presuming one more load of Kumar’s is going to fill Preethi stomach.

 
Around 10:30, I was really asleep and woke sensing Preethi nuzzling against me. 

“Wake up sleepy head” she said rustling my head and gave me a peck on my cheek.

I woke up and tried pulling her for a kiss. A mildly surprised look crossed her face but then she surprised me as she didn't turn her face away. After a short kiss she said, “No. Go brush and come. We have a lot of packing to do”

“Where is Kumar?” I asked her.

“He left a while back” and walked out of the bedroom without continuing our first conversation after the dawn of the new millennium.

Preethi and I busied ourselves in packing that day. We didn’t engage in sex that day. 

As we hit the bed I couldn’t control myself asking her, “So, have you started the open relationship last night?”

She looked up sharply guilt written all over her face, then blushed and admitted indirectly saying, “When I came back from the bathroom you were fast asleep”

I didn’t continue on the topic as Malathy had grilled into my head the policy of Don’t-Ask-Don’t-Tell. Neither did I want to accuse her about her cheating on me as I was feeling guilty for living through my fantasy. 

I was excited and wanted to have sex but knew that she would be shy to expose her well-used body to her husband. Moreover, with the fucking she received last night, she needed rest. I was restless and didn't quite sleep well that night. The images of Kumar boning Preethi were floating in my dreams. Preethi slept blissfully.

I got a glimpse of her breasts in the morning, when I woke up to take a leak. She doesn't wear bra to the bed. Kumar had mauled her breasts; her usually milky white breasts were reddish in color.

We started early and by 1:00 pm were finished with the move. We were to move to the bedroom downstairs next to the garage in the basement. Kumar's house was on the slope of a hill and had a very peculiar entrance that opened into a stairway. Climbing the stairs up took to the living room, kitchen and their bedroom and the smallest of the three bedrooms. Climbing down the stairs took us to the garage. However, if we made an immediate right turn as soon as we got down, it would take us to our new bedroom which was as big as their master bedroom. 

I didn't have sex that night; thought it was best to let her rest before she spends the next three nights with Kumar. Probably Preethi was expecting me to make a move. However, she didn’t on her own. The next day morning when I woke up, though it was quite early I didn’t find Preethi in the bed. I continued lazing in the bed. A little while later I heard Preethi coming down the stairs. I could smell the aroma of my favorite filter coffee as she entered the room with a steaming cup. She put it down on the side table and sat next to me. 

“Your coffee. I got up early to prepare the filter” I was surprised to say the least. I pulled her down and she eagerly came. As I pulled her for a kiss she willingly parted her lips. She didn’t hesitate with her usual admonishment asking me to brush first. I guessed that is the start of realizing the side benefits of her mating Kumar. She went up again to prepare breakfast. After my coffee I hit the bathroom. I had not exercised for over four days and my body was feeling stiff. I thought of having a swimming pool excited me. If time permitted I thought I could even go for an hour of tennis. Leaving them for later exploration I went for a run. When I returned Preethi was all set to go. I was planning to leave town by evening flight out of Oakland. Considering the commute and traffic I knew I won’t be seeing her till Thursday evening. 

Despite my sweat she tried hugging me.

“I am all sweaty and you will smell” I tried discouraging her.

“It’s ok. I want it. It will be like my being with you for some time” and hugged me and pulled herself up for a passionate parting kiss.

She said “Come soon” before heading out.

After bath when I came upstairs I found Malathy waiting for me. Kumar had also left for his office. Malathy being a freelancer didn’t have a fixed work schedule. She had kept herself free to be with me. 

As I sat on her couch she pounced on me and we were kissing passionately. 

"I was waiting for this," she said as I broke the kiss.

"Looks like you still haven't had any from Preethi in the new millennium," she said teasing me. I nodded in response, though I had a slightly gloomy face, which was evident to Malathy. I realized that Malathy had been behind the whole episode of Preethi cheating on me to ensure Kumar mates her on the dawn of the new millennium. 

"It is better that way," she said as she squeezed my thigh and pulled me in a little bit.

"Let her enjoy her honeymoon with her new lover. After all, you have been enjoying her charms all these years," she reasoned and then went on to say, "She will be all over you over when you return" 

"Why do you say that?"

"The more she misses you more passionate she will be with you. Besides, the next three days of sex with Kumar will fire up her libido. Her body will want more sex and she can’t go to Kumar but her heart will want to soak up more of you till her next mating with Kumar." she quickly replied.

“So I have now become a stop-gap arrangement?” I mocked

In a very serious tone Malathy replied, “No. You are now her balancer. Though she does not know, she needs you to prevent her from drowning in her own sexual urges” then she hugged me tight and said, “In the meanwhile, at least till you are off today evening we can have some fun”

Malathy asked me to return one of the sexual favors that I owed her. 

She asked me to perform anilingus. And I did. It was yet another kind of excitement that didn’t want to even think about later. 

Later when I pushed Malathy to do the same on me she flatly refused. 

I asked her, “Don’t you do this to Kumar?”

Malathy, “Yes. But only once a week”

I asked her, “Then why not to me?”

Malathy, “Well, it is a privilege the Alpha-male of the house enjoys”

Seeing my face turning sullen she immediately held my face and said, “Oh! Please Anand. I didn’t mean to hurt you. Just don’t force me to do it. I really don’t like it. I asked you to do it on me just to see how it feels when someone does to me. I will never ask you to do it again”

I said in a dejected tone, “It is ok”

Malathy, “But you know something? In calling Kumar an Alpha-male I also reflected Preethi’s sentiment. I am sure even Preethi will do to Kumar but may not do to you”

“Why do you say that?”

Malathy, “It will be her way of showing who the preferred lover is. It is a part of her mistress duty”

In a serious tone I asked her, “I thought we went through the topic of mistress earlier”

Malathy, “I know. And I thought I assuaged you and convince you to accept it. But I was pained when I came to know that you went to the extent of threatening Preethi of breaking your marriage”

I remained silent.

Malathy continued, “But tell me frankly. Doesn’t Kumar humping Preethi excite you?”

After having seen him doing it I had to admit, “Yes. It does”

Malathy, “Likewise Preethi being Kumar’s mistress also will excite you if you don’t feel insecure”

“I don’t feel insecure in any manner” I retorted. I wanted to say that when my wife demeans herself it hurts me. I had given a deep thought last couple of nights of what excited me in the copulation of Preethi with Kumar. First off, her mating anyone other than me excited me. When that someone was better endowed than me that excitement went further. 

Malathy, “Then you should you be hung up about it? Preethi will never treat you inferior in any manner. She will get the kind of sex from Kumar that you cannot give. In return she will do a few things that he expects her to do. That will be her way of repaying him. Again, that will be within four walls and in no way letting her dignity down. It is just her very private thrill. That is all. Otherwise her love, respect and adoration will always be for you. She will never demean herself or you in front of anyone”

“But it does hurt when she demeans herself in front of Kumar” I voiced my concern.

Malathy clarified, “You may be thinking so. But she will derive immense pleasure from it. If you think that way it will only excite you further”

I said, “O.k” not wanting to continue the debate further. I feared that the more I openly discussed about it my excitement may go down.

But Malathy wanted emphasize saying, “Remember what I told you. The more pleasure she derives from Kumar the more she will give you as well as take from you. She will perform her mistress duties because Kumar expects her to. But with you she will do much more than her duties as your wife and lover than you expect her to do. That will be her way of thanking you for allowing her to have the heavenly pleasure from Kumar. Now shut up and come to bed”

I know Malathy is doing a hard-sell on the mistress bit. I didn’t want to discuss further. She pulled me to her bedroom and till lunch time we were at our sex games. I must admit I left out of town completely sated

[kamdev99008]

Update 11

I returned on Thursday around 7 PM. Till the last hour my return flight was not planned and hence I could not inform my ETA to Preethi in advance. When I reached home and I didn’t find Preethi. Neither were Kumar and Malathy home. I presumed that Preethi probably had to go the college from her office for some work. I unpacked and headed to take a shower. After a long shower I came out of the bathroom. I busied myself some more time arranging my laptop, going through mails etc. Still there was no sign of Preethi. Then I went to the kitchen. I found Preethi had prepared coffee filter afresh in the morning and left the decoction in the fridge. Feeling happy humming to myself I made a cup of hot coffee and went to our room. Settled down in the study table in our room and drank the coffee browsing the net. After about 15 minutes Preethi entered the room. The hour long commute had left her hair and dress a bit disheveled; or so I presumed.

As soon as she entered she ran into my arms and we were in a passionate kiss. Almost one week away from her gave me an instant hard-on and I pulled her to bed. 

“Right Now?” she asked

“Yes. Right now” I replied and eased her out of her dress. Her breasts still had reddish marks, I guessed from previous night with Kumar. It excited me further and I attacked them (not in any manner that Kumar does) kissing and nibbling them. Preethi gave out a louder moan than usual. We undressed each other in a hurry and hit the bed. I moved down and latched my mouth to her nether lips. I thought I found them more distended than usual. Also I felt my tongue could go in a bit. I must have been blinded of my senses with passion since all these signs didn’t convey anything to me. After orally pleasuring her and making her orgasm, I mounted her.

I thought Preethi winced in pain a bit as I entered her. The moment my member was about mid-way I realized that I could hardly feel her inner canal. The same realization must have hit Preethi as I saw panic in her eyes. Then the realization hit me that they were mating when I walked into the house. She must have taken time to clean herself as I didn’t find semen oozing. That didn’t excite me but made me angry. I went limp.

I got up from a speechless Preethi and headed to the bathroom to clean myself. I wore my T-Shirt and Jeans back and walked out of the house as I was afraid about losing my temper if I stayed back. 

Is this how it is going to be here after? Or is this how it is going to be on Thursdays? Preethi had engaged in sex while I was entering the house. What is going to stop her from starting it when I am under the same roof? Is she going to make me wait for my turn? Etc., etc., etc., … A hundred questions and thoughts swam across my mind as I was walking around. Some of them excited me while some of them hurt me.

Half an hour or so later I saw through the living room French window Preethi and Malathy sitting and talking. Even from that distance I could make out Preethi was in tears. Malathy was telling her something as though she was reprimanding her. Then both of them went into the kitchen. I roamed around some more and returned. Both the ladies were setting the dinner table. 

We ate generally chatting about my trip. 

I hit the bed immediately after dinner. After a while Preethi walked in. She changed silently and went to the bathroom. When she returned from bathroom, I was about to fall asleep. She nuzzled close to me. I looked into her eyes and found she was in tears again. She murmured “I am sorry” and buried her face in my chest. With my face rigid, I didn’t say a word till we both fell asleep.

Next day morning I got up before Preethi and went to swimming pool. As I finished about 20 laps I saw over the edge of my eyes Malathy standing near the pool. I continued till I completed 30 more laps finishing the last 4 laps in butterfly style and came to the edge. As I climbed up, Malathy came near me and hugged me in spite of my wetness and gave a peck on my cheek.

Malathy, “I am so sorry that I offended you the other day”

I was intrigued, “What? I don’t get it”

Malathy, “By calling my husband an Alpha-male”

I had never given a thought about it after that conversation “Oh! That? It’s ok”

Malathy, “No. Anand. My husband pales in comparison to your manliness. Preethi kept bragging mainly about your tennis prowess. I never thought you are such a good swimmer. Kumar can’t complete 10 laps before taking a break”

I genuinely felt shy at her open admiration and murmured, “Thanks for your compliments” and went into the small bathroom near the pool. 

When I came out after a shower Malathy was sitting in one of the chairs around a small table near the pool. She invited me to join her.

Malathy started, “Also I am sorry for what happened last night between you and Preethi. It was entirely Kumar’s mistake. He got a little overboard. Penetration by such a member will definitely leave her stretched for at least couple of hours. Kumar should not have insisted last evening knowing full well you will be home soon”

First I was surprised about how openly Malathy discussed my private affair. But then I realized in an open relationship I have to accept these. Still I was irritated and replied, “You don’t seem to blame Preethi. She need not have complied”

Malathy, “Well, as his mistress she will have to. But she could have relieved him with only her mouth and diverted his attention from penetrating her”

I was now furious and remained silent.

Malathy, “Anand I know you are getting upset. Let me not start that topic again. But I assure you hereafter such a thing will never repeat. Preethi herself will ensure her mistress duties will never come in the way of your relationship. Please remember, for her being your wife is the foundation to become Kumar’s mistress. It is not the other way. In her own words if there is even a remote chance that she cannot be your wife 100% she will stop her relationship with Kumar forthwith”

I said in a dejected tone, “Yet, she cannot keep away from him knowing full well that I have been craving for her almost a week”

Malathy, “When Kumar dragged Preethi to the bed she assumed that you will come in much later. It was stupid of her to think that you won’t make out the difference. She was petrified when she herself could not feel you as before. She was so upset and sat down crying. She thought her life is ruined forever. I had to educate her. A woman’s vagina is one of the most elastic muscles. Still one has to give it sufficient time to return to original shape. The more it is stretched the longer it takes to shrink back”

Malathy was only concerned about how Preethi could have gone about without my making out the difference. She was not admonishing Preethi in any manner for engaging in sex that evening even after three consecutive nights and possibly mornings too. It really made me wonder how my life is going to be there after.

Then Malathy said, “I have a suggestion. It is for your and Preethi’s benefit” 

I couldn’t place what she was going to say. I urged her, “Please go on”

Malathy said, “I will ensure Kumar does not engage in penetrative sex after Wednesday night. However, I want you to refrain from penetrative sex on Thursday nights for the next three months”

I asked, “Why three months?”

Malathy, “Do you feel me stretched when you penetrate me?”

I said, “Not really. In fact quite tight sometimes”

Malathy, “That is thanks to the Kegel exercise. It helps better control over pelvic muscles. It takes six to twelve weeks for one to get complete control. After that you can mate Preethi minutes after Kumar; Preethi can still make you feel her like a virgin”

I had read about them somewhere when I was searching for info about better performance for myself.

Malathy continued, “Till then on Thursday nights soothe her with your tongue. She knows how to please you without your penetrating her. That will also help her recuperate from Kumar’s onslaught and prepare herself for your love making the following three days.”

Seeing me a still gloomy Malathy continued, “Anand, Preethi was craving for you much more than you were craving for her. Besides, she was feeling guilty for letting you down on the new year’s eve and wanted to make up for it in the next four days with you. She was eagerly awaiting your arrival to give you undivided attention. She is still waiting feeling awkward to face you”

As I accidentally turned towards the house I saw Preethi looking at us from the window. That moment, my heart melted for her. 

We both headed back to the house.

As I entered our room Preethi came and hugged me tears once again welling her eyes. She smelled fresh after a shower. Though we both had to leave for work she dragged me to bed. We had a glorious session. Pity we could not laze longer in the afterglow as she had to leave for office. I too had taken up assignments in and around SF and Bay Area to devote my Fridays. 

Friday evening when I returned she was ready, smelling fresh and eagerly waiting for me to take her out. 

But the effect of her submission to Kumar had taken its toll in my mind. I couldn’t help but recollect what I saw a week back. When she hugged me passionately and lifted her face up to look at me with her eyes filled with love, the image of her looking at Kumar with a sexual craving when he said he wanted to mount her on my marital bed when I was sleeping next door came to my mind. When I traced my fingers over her lovely lips the image of Kumar shoving his manhood mercilessly kept flashing. Although I was deeply troubled by this, Preethi seemed to have transformed into a more loving and more passionate version. The Preethi that was with me then was not the same Preethi I saw with Kumar. It was like two different persons. 

The following three nights we mated twice on each night. The following two mornings also we were at it in the shower cubicle. Most of the rest of the days also she just clung to me. 

During my weekends I had planned to help Malathy to improve their mostly ill maintained house as one of the ways of repaying their favor. The garden had more bushes than plants and more shrubs than grass. The plumbing outside the house needed a lot of repair and replacement. Tiles in and around the swimming pool had to be replaced. Half the lights inside the pool had gone making the swimming pool unusable after sun set. I planned to do a little of all these every week to avoid monotony. 

Furthermore, I had planned buying part of the weekly grocery needs for the house. I did not want to do it openly and offend Malathy. Even though Kumar and Malathy were in the US much longer than us, they never ventured to authentic local sources like farmers’ markets or fish markets. They had restricted their grocery shopping to departmental stores. I and Preethi did the shopping on Saturday first half and also procured the necessary stuff for the jobs I had planned in the house. Saturday afternoon onwards through the whole of Sunday I was on jobs I had planned for that weekend.

Preethi was mostly with me excepting the time she went to help Malathy in the kitchen or do the laundry. Malathy was so thrilled and was all out in serving me drinks and refreshments. I could see her respect for me climb many notches. Kumar too lent a hand where he could. 

When I went to our room to take a shower that Saturday evening, Preethi followed me and hugged my from behind. 

“Hey, I am all sweat and grime” I complained

“It’s ok. Even I am going to wash myself” she mumbled on my back. I pulled her to the front. I saw her tears in her eyes. 

“What happened?” I asked

“I am so proud of you and I feel so ashamed of myself. You planned to repay their favor in a righteous manner. But I was so hideous. Now I know how much I must have hurt you when I said about repaying their favor that way” she confessed genuinely.

“It’s ok honey. You too are helping Malathy in her chores. I mean normal chores” I kidded her to bring her to a lighter mood. She punched my chest playfully and hugged me tight. In a way, I wanted her to understand that she does not have to enslave herself to Kumar for any reason. I wanted whatever she does with Kumar to be only for her own pleasure and nothing else.

“I love you more than anything in this world. I want to be your love in the next six lives as well” she said with her face buried in me with utmost sincerity. 

During our love making she went all out to pleasure me. I too did the same; I too went all out to pleasure her. She did it out of her guilt as well as to thank me for allowing her to mate Kumar. I did it to satisfy my ego that I can satisfy her sexually no less. She was concentrating on prolonging our love making and making it more pleasurable for me. I was concentrating on the number of her orgasms and intensity of her orgasms, through both my oral and penetration skills. 

I decided giving her rest from sexual exertions on Thursdays even after the three months that Malathy suggested. Also, I decided to do the Kegel exercises myself as I remembered reading that they help men too.

Monday morning she was up before me and she was getting dressed to go to office. As I freshened up myself and came out of bathroom Preethi was waiting to take leave of me. The way she looked at me with sincere love as she hugged me and kissed me was precious. She said, “I need to leave now. Come soon. I’ll be waiting for you”. 

However, I knew her last statement was only partly true. I came to know from Malathy that she fellated Kumar during her absence from me once a day during the weekend. Again Malathy reiterated that it was part of Preethi’s mistress duty and she willingly did them. Thus Kumar off loaded his semen into Preethi daily at least once through the week. Preethi had partly lived up to her first duty as a mistress by pleasuring him almost whenever he had an urge even when I was around. Again in some vague manner that I cannot explain, it excited me. Whatever inexplicable worries I had were mostly put to rest that weekend. 

We settled in the schedule of my being out of town Monday afternoon through Thursday evening and Preethi being fulltime mistress to Kumar during then. Despite her brief disappearances to fellate Kumar, her devotion to me when I am in town and the great sex we were having thrilled me. In bed too, Preethi was extending the horizons of love making acting as the aggressor many a time. Though on Thursday nights she fellates me in such a manner that I hold on for a very long time she never swallowed my semen. It hurt my ego but I could never openly ask her to do it. She exploited that situation and reserved that act as a privilege for Kumar. I guessed the same would apply for any other kinky acts that Kumar expects her to do.

Once when I was talking to her I tacitly mentioned that memorable moments should be shared only with me as they are something that we should cherish for posterity. She profusely apologized for not bothering to wake me up instead of allowing Kumar to take her on the dawn of the new millennium. Still she did not admit cheating me by drugging me. I didn’t bother accusing her. 

A month down the line Valentines Day, February 14 fell on a Monday. On her own she asked me to call off that day’s travel. In addition to weekend nights she spent that Monday night also with me. Probably she fellated Kumar sometime earlier as her mouth tasted fresh as though she used a mouthwash just before coming to bed to me. Still I was happy about her thoughtfulness. Likewise, my birthday which falls on March 30 was a Thursday that year. She asked me to return on Wednesday itself so that we could be together the whole of my birthday. She curtailed her stint with Kumar with only Monday and Tuesday and spent with me right from Wednesday night right through Sunday. 

However, the previous weekend I had lost my chance to have sex with her since she was having her periods. But still we could spend quality time together. Preethi came forward to pleasure me despite her periods. I flatly refused just hugging her and kissing her saying “Come on darling. I am no animal”. Her eyes turned misty. I did not realize that earlier during anther earlier week Kumar had lost his chance the same way but insisted that Preethi fellates him all the three days. Had I known that I possibly would have bashed him up and stopped the relationship right then. 

Nearing the end of three months Malathy declared that Preethi had mastered Kegel Exercises. She said that Preethi can control her pelvic muscles such a way that we both will not feel the difference even if she had engaged in a long session with Kumar minutes before our mating. It didn’t really excite me as I had anyway decided to let Preethi take rest on Thursday nights. However Malathy was hinting about Preethi having penetrative sex with Kumar during weekends. I objected saying that there is no way I am going to miss my lovely wife for a prolonged duration of time. 

Malathy changed tact and said that it would pleasure Preethi immensely but she was too shy to tell me. 

When I asked her to clarify Malathy replied, “It will give a huge psychological thrill to both Preethi and you when she mates Kumar while you are waiting for your turn. And both your thrills will double when she mates with you afterwards”

When I envisioned the scenario it did excite me in some ways that I cannot explain. Yet missing her for more than two hours was not something I was looking forward to. I argued that life was not just about having sex; but also spending quality time together. Malathy could not deny the same. 

I thought Malathy was driving Preethi to fulfill her first responsibility of pleasuring Kumar whenever he gets the urge at least to some extent by allowing him to mount her daily. Little did I know that she was also trying to train me into cuckoldry which is supposed to give the ultimate thrill to Preethi. 

---

Ultimate thrill or not, I could not compromise on the quality time that I and Preethi spend together. It included not just the time we both spent alone in each other’s company. But also the long phone calls we made to our parents back home. Both my parents and her parents by now know that we are staying with Kumar and Malathy. Obviously they knew nothing more. I used to wonder during these calls if by any chance my parents came to know what we both were up to in the pretext of staying with Kumar and Malathy they will die of heart attacks. The same applied to Preethi’s mom. For her dad however, I used to think for some reason, nothing will be a surprise. 

A week later on Monday morning after Preethi left for office Malathy dragged me to her bedroom. I noticed something in the way Malathy had orchestrated the open relationship. Considering my sensitivities she had strictly told Kumar never to use our bedroom for his romp with Preethi. Also, much to Kumar’s disgruntlement she had disallowed him using their master bedroom with Preethi. But for my romp with her she always preferred using their master bedroom. When I asked her why she said, “He may be the alpha-male enjoying superiority over other males but I am still the queen of this house. This is my own way of establishing that”

I realized that in this open relationship each of us had our own agenda of deriving psychological thrills. From Preethi’s reaction I had guessed already that the psychological pleasure she derives from being Kumar’s mistress exceeds that of the sexual pleasure he gives her. Readers by now must know about my psychological thrill.

We were lying next to each other and Malathy was stroking my manhood over the clothing.

She suddenly said, “You still owe me a sexual favor”

I was surprised and asked “There was only one sexual favor. To repay that favor I did anilingus to you. I am still cut up about your refusing to do me”

She said, “No. I said Preethi will swallow Kumar’s juice. You said Preethi will never do it. I said we will have a bet. I know she swallows his load every time she fellates Kumar. You lost the bet. So you owe me a favor”

Laughingly I said, “But I don’t remember agreeing to the bet”

She patted me playfully and said, “When I asked you were busy humping me and remained silent. I took your silence as acceptance”

I know she will ask me to do some kinky stuff. It excited me. I asked her, “So what is the sexual favor now?”

Malathy said, “I want you to go down on me now”

Intrigued, I asked, “Don’t I do that every time? Where is the favor?”

Malathy, “Kumar humped me a little while ago. I have not washed myself after that. It’s called eating cream-pie. It is supposed to give women immense pleasure. I want to enjoy that at least once”

Now I really felt disgusted. But then I realized Malathy had swallowed my load and I saw Preethi swallowing Kumar’s. They both must know how it tastes and didn’t mind. I was sure Preethi would have cleaned herself before Kumar mounted her. 

I remained silent. Malathy kept stroking me.

Malathy said, “Though I don’t have to, I will do what you asked for in return” implying performing anilingus to me.

I still remained silent. But I was getting interested.

Malathy said, “Someday I will let you take my anal virginity”

She was still stroking my manhood.

I realized it is getting way more interesting than I expected and kept mum.

Instead of stroking she just held my manhood lightly and said, “I will arrange for you to watch Kumar mating Preethi” as she said that my manhood twitched and a shudder went through my spine. 

Malathy sensed it. But she didn’t say anything about it.

Instead in an irritated tone she said, “Are you going to do it or sit and negotiate?”

I pushed her on her back, got up and headed southward. As I pulled her pajama I saw her love nest coated with their combined juices. I complied what she asked. The taste and smell were not all that disgusting. But as I was licking Malathy’s body shuddered in multiple orgasms. Looking at it I became rock hard.

Immediately after that she pulled me and asked me to mount her. As I sank in her love canal felt the same looseness that I felt in Preethi the first Thursday after we moved in. But within a few seconds I felt a heavenly tightness engulfing me. I found her thigh muscles were not tight but as supple as ever. I was amazed at the control she had over her pelvic muscles.

As I started humping her she said, “Preethi’s control also will be like this if not better”

I continued humping silently. Only the soft clapping sound of our mating was heard in that room. I made her reach one more orgasm.

Between labored breathe Malathy said, “Preethi will also immensely enjoy if you eat her cream-pie. She will love you and adore you more than ever. She will ask you to mount her and show you heaven after that. To thank you she may even allow you to enjoy Kumar’s privilege and swallow your load”

I continued my job and sensed she was climbing to her next orgasm. I climaxed with her. 

She just collapsed exhausted. 

I asked her breathing heavily, “How was it?”

Malathy replied, “You were good as ever”

I clarified, “Not my penetration. I asked about the cream-pie thingy”

Malathy said, “Oh! It was a heavenly feeling”

I wanted to know more and asked, “Why?”

Malathy clarified, “As you were licking the image of Kumar humping me and ravishing my pussy flashed my mind. Your licking felt so soothing. I felt a lot of love from you. His merciless pounding and your caring lick kept repeating in my mind and I shuddered in I guess more than a couple of orgasm”

So, my guess was right. Again this is also a psychological thrill. 

Later, Malathy asked if I thought about allowing Kumar to mate with Preethi even during the days I am at home. I still didn’t agree. She said even Preethi would like to. I guessed Preethi had confided with her but too shy to tell me or enact it behind my back. Still I was adamant. 

Malathy, “Anand, I told you that Preethi will derive huge thrill out of mating Kumar when you are waiting for your turn. Allow her to do it this one Thursday night. I will set up for you to watch them. After that you decide if you want to allow them are not in subsequent Thursdays or week end”

I know she was baiting me. But I was excited to see them mate again.

When I asked how, she said, “Feign tiredness hit the bed early saying you will take a short nap. Preethi will use that time”

I asked “Then how can I see them?”

She clarified, “You sleep in the living room couch for your short nap. Preethi has made it a practice to come home early on Thursdays and work in the office next to garage that you have set up for her. It also has a sofa. If you are in the living room she will refuse to come up stairs to the guest room or our bedroom. Since I had made it clear that your bed should never be used for their mating Kumar will not take her there. Even if he does Preethi will flatly refuse. They will have no other option but to have a go on the garage sofa. We can peep in through the ventilator slits from the staircase without them noticing us”

I was amazed at the extent she can go scheming. Watching them again excited me. And I agreed

Malathy warned, “Remember, we cannot do so on a regular basis but only once in a while. That is if you decide to allow her mating Kumar on Thursdays after that. If Kumar finds that you are sleeping on the living room couch on a regular basis he will openly ask you to go to your room on some pretext. Or monopolize the couch before you”

I agreed. The following Thursday I enacted my part of Malathy’s plan with my lewd excitement raising. 

After dinner Preethi said she has some work to complete. Saying that I want to take a short nap I crashed out on the couch in the living room. She went downstairs with her fingers brushing my cheek with love and affection. I really fell asleep I didn’t for how long. Malathy woke me up sitting next to me and pulling me for a deep kiss. I got up from the couch and her hand sneaked into my track pants. It became erect as a light pole in anticipation of his event.

"See, you are pretty excited to see your wife get boned by Kumar," she said kissing me again.

She lead me to the stairs and we both lay down on the stairs to peep through the ventilation slits into the office next to the garage. Preethi was wrapping up as Kumar inspected her designs. She moved towards Kumar, who was sitting on the other end of the sofa. The sofa was opposite to us and parallel to the stair case. She briefly explained her design before taking it back to her work table. 

I noticed her take a deep breath as she turned around from her work table to walk towards him. She sauntered through the small distance, her hips swaying seductively. In such a short distance and clear light I saw a different Preethi there. It was not the loving and passionate girl that comes into my hand. What I saw there was a woman engulfed in sexual urge. Her eyes, which I always thought the most expressive, conveyed pure lust.

She was wearing 3/4th pant and sleeveless top that displayed her beautiful arms. Without hesitating, she sat on top of him, straddling him, and gave him a wet kiss.

He slid his hands to her breasts and gave them a real good squeeze.

"He loves her breasts," said Malathy.

"They are perfect for feeding babies."

Preethi moaned as Kumar massaged her tits. His hands had crept inside still massaging her tits. Behind me Malathy undid my pajamas and was now fingering my asshole with another hand stroking my member. These buggers have a thing for assholes, I thought. I could faintly hear them since they weren't more than fifteen feet away from us.

"You are mauling them," Preethi complained. Kumar must have mumbled something, which I couldn't hear. 

In no time, she turned around and undid his pajamas and pulled out his whopper. Her head blocked my view and I could only see her head bobbing up and down as Kumar leaned back against the sofa. Kumar occasionally pushed her head further down, encouraging her to deep throat him.

"Remember my gift," I heard him say. Preethi didn't respond and continued performing blow job on him. He asked the same question again. This time she shook her head in response and continued fellating him.

Kumar quietly lay down on the sofa facing us, while Preethi still sucked his penis. Malathy whispered, "Be ready to repay your third favor"

"You got to be kidding," I said.

"Check it out," she urged.

Kumar lifted his left leg above her head and turned himself to face downwards on the sofa. Preethi was still holding on to his penis in her mouth but Kumar pulled it out from her grasp. Kumar was straddling the sofa with one leg on the sofa while the other rested on the floor. Preethi latched onto his sacs and fondled them with her tongue. Reluctantly Preethi moved to kiss his taut bums and slowly opened his cheeks to take a peek at his crack. She took a very good look at it before she darted her tongue into the small crevice.

"That's your wife's gift to Kumar that she has been promising for so long. Today she has decided to give him and also entertain you” said Malathy.

I sharply turned to Malathy and asked, “Does she know we are watching? Does Kumar know?”

Malathy, “Don’t worry. They both don’t. I was pushing Kumar today saying that he will never get her to do it. He got all worked up and finally persuaded her to do it”

I wondered what else she had in store for me as repayment of the third favor.

Preethi pleasured him ever so delicately ensuring her tongue made very good contact with his puckered hole. Kumar was responding to her oral foreplay. He still didn't let her touch his prick, in the hope of prolonging his orgasm. It was over ten minutes already and she hadn't tired of licking him.

"She is the ideal mistress we dreamed for Kumar," Malathy said. I checked the clock and it was 12:40 and they were still engaging in foreplay. Kumar stood up and asked Preethi to kneel on the Sofa. It was then I got a very clear view of Kumar's majestic penis.

"Isn't it twice your size?" said Malathy, more to humiliate me than convey the fact. My engineering mind started calculating the volumes of both the penises and confirmed her statement was still incorrect.

Kumar aligned his penis and within couple of strokes pushed it all the way in. Preethi let out a loud grunt as he did this. 

My mind flashed an image of me plunging into my mom.

He fucked her with rapid strokes for the next ten minutes. Tired of that position they switched with Preethi straddling him while Kumar lay on the sofa. As Preethi rotated her pelvis to pleasure him and herself, Kumar played with her tits. She removed the top and bra as Kumar fiddled with them. This went on for a while as Kumar alternated his attention from breasts to her ass. I saw him insert finger into her asshole and she never complained.

Throughout his humping of my lovely wife my mind played a video of me and my mom engaging in the same act.

They again changed positions and this time he took her in missionary style, rapidly plowing her. I glanced at the clock ? it was 1:45 and there was no sign of end of their session. After humping her for an eternity he got up and urged her to take his penis in her mouth. 

I saw Kumar fucking her mouth very vigorously and he must have almost penetrated her throat

My mind flashed the image of my doing that to my mom

Preethi she didn't flinch a bit; only curbing his actions occasionally.

"Preethi is so versatile," said Malathy.

"She could be the lead actress in any porn movie," she added.

Once again I looked at Preethi’s face closely. I saw a woman with wanton lust.

I was amazed at her ability to take this onslaught for several minutes and not once showing any significant sign of gagging. Kumar's staying power didn't fail to amaze me. On the New Year even, he didn't do it for so long. But now, it was more than 2 hours since they had been fucking. It wasn't just the length but intensity of the session that surprised me. Kumar frantically humped her in every possible position and was able to control his ejaculation for such a long period.

He withdrew his penis just when he was about to cum and spurted his semen on her mouth. Preethi didn't mind and let him cum on her mouth and then took his prick inside her mouth to clean him up.

Malathy congratulated me for having such a lovely wife worthy of being Kumar's mistress. Kumar had been with countless women but none matched the beauty of your wife and her eagerness to please him she said.

"I think Kumar's search for ideal mistress has ended."

"Although, the litmus test is still some distance away," she said as we headed to our respective bedrooms. Her last remark puzzled me but I didn't worry too much about it.

Preethi was back after about half an hour. She hesitated when I approached her but melted with my kiss. Her breath was very clean. I pulled her on my lap and she straddled me just as she did with Kumar couple of hours ago. After our passionate kiss I pulled off her top. Her breasts had reddish marks thanks to Kumar’s mauling. 

I couldn’t help openly commenting “God! Look at these!! We need to do something about these marks”

Preethi tactfully avoided eye contact as well as replying me.

I wanted to taste her engorged pussy but wasn't sure if she would let me. As I headed southwards she literally jumped off me showing her awkwardness to allow me access to her most private part after it had been ravished by Kumar. From the little I saw I found that her vagina was wide open and I was sure I would hardly feel her if I tried penetrating her. Preethi had other plans though; she quickly moved out of the bed and pulled me to the edge making me sit up. She knelt in front of me and took my erect penis in her mouth. She was on my member for more than 10 minutes relentlessly. Then she started jacking it.

"I am going to cum," I said hoping that she will take my juice in her mouth. 

She said, “I know” and continued with both her hand and mouth. Just when I was shooting my jet she removed my mouth and held my member to herself. I splashed on her breasts. 

She spread my semen over her breasts particularly over the reddish marks and looked at me seductively as though she found the ideal medicine to soothe them. I melted and pulled her up for our most passionate kiss. 

Later I told Malathy much to her disgruntlement that I want Preethi to take rest on Thursdays. To ensure that right from my arrival I simply monopolized her. I didn’t know if Preethi was eager to mate Kumar. If so she didn’t show and was happy being with me. 

[kamdev99008]

Update 12

Things were moving on smoothly. I planned the India trip around April 2000 to complete my Green card formalities. The lawyer suggested that I take my Green card first and let Preethi continue in her student visa till she completes her M.Arch. Ours being a typical ***** marriage had only the wedding invitation as record. Hence he suggested that after Preethi finishes her M.Arch which we can freshly register a marriage in the US and apply for immediate Green card for her. The plan sounded good so I went to India for four weeks. 

The three must have had fun while I was away in India. It didn't take long for me to find out. It was the very first weekend after I returned home. We were watching a movie on Friday night -- for a change Preethi decided not to work that evening. I needed to take a leak so thought of stepping out for minute since the movie wasn't interesting. For some strange reason, I decided to use Kumar and Malathy's restroom instead of ours downstairs. As I could see clearly due to the light entering from the window in the bathroom, I didn't switch on the lights. Within a few minutes, Malathy and Preethi entered the room to discuss something in my absence not realizing that I was there inside the bathroom. They stood next to the sink that was right opposite the bathroom.

"Why are you refusing to have sex with Kumar?" asked Malathy. I was not sure if I should remain inside or emerge from the bathroom but I thought of capitalizing on this opportunity to eavesdrop on them.

"I am not refusing," Preethi whispered.

"I said I'd relieve him with blowjobs during the weekends like earlier," she added. It seemed to me that they were talking about the change in plan because I had returned after a month.

"Why not intercourse?" Malathy asked.

"He doesn't use condoms and I can't go back my insides filled and leaking" Preethi complained.

"You can clean up before heading back” Malathy suggested.

"Are you kidding?" retorted Preethi, "He practically hoses me with his semen! If not for the pills, he would have impregnated me long time back" and then continued, "Besides, he stretches me a lot. It wouldn't take any time for Anand to figure out"

Malathy asked, “What happened to your Kegel exercises? Have you stopped them?"

Preethi replied, “Yes. Out of laziness I had stopped when Anand was away. I have already re-started. It should take another week or so for me to get the control”

"You do know how much he misses sex with you," said Malathy in a concerned tone.

"He is insatiable," complained Preethi.

She continued "When Anand is away till Thursday, he does twice or thrice every night," she added.

"Are you complaining?" asked Malathy teasingly.

"No! As a matter of fact, I relish that. But when Anand he is here, I am his wife," Preethi pleaded.

"But Kumar's mistress," Malathy interjected, almost rudely.

"I bet, it wouldn't have been exciting otherwise," Preethi nonchalantly responded and continued, "I must admit, it is an incredible feeling to spread my legs or open my lips for him. It is perhaps, mean of me to not let Anand cum in my mouth, when Kumar gets to every time wishes it" said Preethi.

"You love it!" exclaimed Malathy.

"No," said Preethi emphatically.

"I hate the bitter taste of semen," she added, "With Kumar, somehow, I feel obligated."

"Why obligated?" asked Malathy.

"He gives so much pleasure that I feel he has the right to cum wherever he wants" replied Preethi

"Would you like to become his wife?" asked Malathy teasingly and added, "I don't mind Anand as my husband."

Preethi was silent for a moment, “I know you are teasing me. Still I don’t like it. You know how much I love Anand. I can’t even tolerate a thought of losing him”

Malathy said in a conciliatory tone, “You know I didn’t mean it”

Preethi teased back saying, “You keep your husband -- he is no good outside the bedroom. Anand is lovely and makes me feel very special. Besides, he is good in the bedroom also in a different way," adding about her satisfaction with me. 

I couldn’t help asking myself ‘Then why?’ I couldn’t help wondering to myself, ‘Just for another different way?’

"I am sure Kumar makes you feel special as well," said Malathy.

"Yes by screwing me day and night,” responded Preethi

"Then you don't mind being his mistress, I guess," said Malathy.

"You bet!” was Preethi’s response then continued, "The way I see it Anand makes me feel special in a non-sexual way with loads of love and affection. Kumar, however, makes me feel special in a sexual way and makes best use of my assets. He was once telling me that I have a body that was made for breeding."

"Very true," added Malathy.

"You have wide hips that make delivering babies easier and adequate sized breasts to feed a few babies. Why if you had been married to that ***** man I knew in India, you would have already delivered two babies by now," continued Malathy.

"You wouldn't believe it, one of the partners in our firm, a black gentleman made a similar remark about me to a colleague of mine,” said Preethi.

That really intrigued me.

"How old is he?" asked Malathy

"About 38; has fathered four children, yet he looks so handsome. The rumor is that even most of the saucy white women in our office are after him" said Preethi.

"Perhaps it is time for him to taste a hot Indian woman," teased Malathy.

"No way," said Preethi.

"Just kidding," said Malathy and added, "Even if you did have another lover, I bet Kumar would always be special for you."

"Yes, he would be," agreed Preethi, as though she didn’t reject the idea of another lover.

"Too bad he can't make complete use of your assets," said Malathy.

"What do you mean?" asked Preethi.

"I am not sure if these breasts would ever nurse Kumar's babies," said Malathy.

"Only time will tell that," said Preethi, her voice almost trembling. 

I was surprised to hear Preethi's response. It seemed as if Preethi had contemplated about it and was just waiting for the right moment. We knew Malathy couldn't conceive and hence there was a potential for such a request but never thought we could entertain it. Moreover, I never thought Preethi would go through pregnancy more than once. That too, because I am so particular about having kids. That is the very reason she was ok with the idea of adopting a couple of kids. She was determined to focus on her career and hence didn't want to consider conceiving so soon.

"How do you think Anand likes it?" Malathy asked quickly changing the topic.

"Does he know?" asked Malathy.

"What?" asked Preethi

"That you practically lived with Kumar while he was gone," Malathy clarified.

"No way, I don't want him to think that I am falling in love with Kumar."

"It would only make him jealous," added Preethi.

"Are you?" asked Malathy.

"No! It is just lust," clarified Preethi after a nervous laugh.

"I adore Anand and he is the ideal husband for me. I want to live up to him as his ideal wife" I felt really nice when she reiterated what Malathy had already told me.

"But, does he mind that Kumar gets an unfair share of sex from you?" asked Malathy

"I guess not," said Preethi after a thought then continued, “He is sensitive and doesn't demand as much as Kumar would over the weekends."

"Perhaps, you are keeping him busy on Mondays for sure," said Preethi teasingly.

"Not always," replied Malathy casually.

"We indulge from Friday till Sunday every night and also couple of mornings" Preethi said justifying that I too was getting a decent share of sex from her.

"You mean after fellating Kumar," teased Malathy.

"Does he know?"

"Would he mind?" asked Malathy.

Preethi didn't respond.

"Anand has distinct cuckold tendencies," said Malathy.

"No way” said Preethi

“Yes, but he is a passive cuckold, though," said Malathy and continued clarifying, "He would need help from the environment, to develop it further," 

I didn’t like the direction their conversation was heading. ‘What kind of psychological manipulation is she up to?’ I thought

“What do you mean?” asked Preethi

"In other words, the answer is he wouldn't mind being cuckolded," said Malathy.

"How can you say that?" asked Preethi.

"He secretly wishes that you entertain Kumar" said Malathy

"How could you be so sure?" asked Preethi.

“He has confided with me. That is one of his fantasies that you have now helped him realize” said Malathy. I felt cheated.

“I didn’t know. So that’s what you meant by cuckolding tendency?” asked Preethi innocently.

“I cannot say for sure such a fantasy alone can be termed as cuckolding tendency. But look at it this way, he doesn't mind when Kumar monopolizes you. He even waits for his turn on weekends. Though it may look as though you are going to Kumar on Monday after you are through with Anand over the weekend” clarified Malathy twisting the ambiguous facts.

"What are you suggesting?" asked Preethi.

“Test the waters; He is living his fantasy of you mating a superior lover for sure. You help him to take it forward" replied Malathy calmly. I was furious that Malathy is manipulating both of us. But I must admit whatever Malathy suggested to Preethi excited me. 

I had suspected that Preethi and Kumar must have been indulging in sex while I was waiting for her but never thought that Malathy was aware of it. Only much later I came to know Malathy was facilitating their mating. However, Preethi rarely resisted my advances after returning to bed; hence I had no reason to suspect. This explained why she always had fresh breath.

I knew Preethi would test the waters right away; she still continued to fellate him on weekend nights. However, a new pattern started emerging and I noticed that Malathy dragged me out on the afternoons on some or the other pretext. Kumar was practically screwing her every day of the week.

As soon as I got my Green card I got an excellent job offer from a top-notch consulting firm through a head hunter. The pay-packet and perks were very attractive and quite a bit higher than what even Kumar was drawing. I thought it was natural considering my qualification. They were looking for someone with MBA from good management schools as well as loads of hands on IT experience. It seems I was one of the few who fit the bill and my educational qualification far exceeded my closest competitor. I got the offer in the beginning of June 2000. I accepted the offer and agreed to join them around mid-July. To finish the assignments on hand I needed time.

I decided to move out of Kumar and Malathy’s place. When I conveyed to Preethi I saw a disappointed look in her face. But then she realized the difficulty we were facing socially while living with Kumar and Malathy. We could never invite our friends for a private dinner. Whenever we wanted get together with some of my friends or her friends the only option was to take them out to dinner someplace. Whereas whenever Kumar or Malathy invited their friends, even though Malathy used to insist about us joining we used to go out for dinner giving them privacy. She also understood that I am joining a higher profile job and networking was critical and she looked forward to. We found a nice condominium in San Francisco. Preethi was thrilled about that place. Also I was entitled to buy a car of much higher value than the VW Golf that I was driving. That meant Preethi could use the Golf as her vehicle. Preethi was even more thrilled. We decided to move out of Kumar’s place after the July-4 long weekend. We all had planned a trip to Los Vegas from 1st to 4th of July. 

But till then I had to slog my ass off to finish off the assignments I had taken. Many weeks I had to stay out of town. Malathy also had to travel for a couple of weeks that time on some assignment. During that time Preethi and Kumar practically lived like husband and wife. I was jealous. But I couldn’t complain.

---

[kamdev99008]

Update 13

The first time I got sloppy seconds with her was quite by surprise. As per my usual schedule, I was supposed to reach on Thursday afternoon and we all were planning to leave for Vegas the following day evening. But I had missed her too long and wanted to be with her. I surprised her by reaching on Wednesday night instead.

I reached home around 12 a.m. and Preethi was indeed surprised to see me at the door. I had to wait at the door for a little while before Preethi opened the door.

"Surprise," I said excitedly.

"You were coming tomorrow," she said hugging me. I had missed her; it was three weeks after which I had seen her. Locking the door, I asked her, "Where are Kumar and Malathy?"

"They are asleep upstairs," she said leading me to our bedroom. In the dim light of the staircase, I noticed her puffy red lips as she answered my question and I couldn't control myself. I pinned her to the wall and kissed her passionately. She resisted but not for long. Our kiss got wetter by the moment and towards the end I was slobbering. My hands moved up to fondle her breasts, which were freely dangling underneath her top. The thought crossed my mind if they were in the act when I knocked on the door. I was extremely excited and in the heat of the moment, I sneaked my hand inside her top and grabbed her right boob and gave a very hard squeeze.

"What are you doing," she complained breaking the kiss; her lips glistening red with our saliva.

"They are asleep," I pleaded while sneaking the other hand inside her top.

"I am your wife not your mistress," she said and picked up the luggage and descended the stairs; almost implying that she wouldn't mind having sex with Kumar on the stairs. That really irritated me. She immediately sensed it and said, “I will feel awkward if they come out” and somehow diverted from what she had implied earlier. I decided to ignore her comment. 

Once inside the bedroom, I pulled her into my arms again and planted another wet kiss on her lips. She fervently kissed me back and my hands roamed all over her body and rested on her shapely bums. Preethi stopped me when my hands breached her underwear and took hold of her firm butt.

"Anand stop," she said, "I feel very dirty right now."

"Why?"

"I didn't have a shower today," she complained.

"It doesn't matter."

"You know I love your musky smell anyway," I argued.

"Let me take a quick shower, and then we can do it all night."

"No," I said and pushed her back on the bed. She indeed looked wonderful in the soft night lamp light. Her lips were rosy red and her breath labored. We again engaged in tongue duel and I got rid of her night suite in no time. She moaned as I took her left nipple in my mouth.

As I moved south wards she stopped me abruptly and said, "Let me relieve you. I am really messy down there," she reasoned.

"No I want to taste it. Besides, I am so excited after missing you so long I would cum in no time if you take it in my mouth. I want to get inside you and it is too late to go for a second round” 

I liked the smell and taste of her pussy, no matter the state of her pussy. I suspected she might have had sex with Kumar before I arrived. It wasn't as if I was eager to taste her pussy filled with Kumar's semen but rather that I wanted to taste her pussy. I was deprived of sex for past few weeks and needed it.

As my face hovered over her crotch, I found out that she wasn't lying. Her crotch was damp -- was it the anticipation of sex with me or was it Kumar's semen. As my lips touched her crotch over the underwear, she pleaded, "Anand..." for me to stop yet her pelvis twisted up.

I didn't waste too much time and pushed her gusset aside and pushed my tongue into the folds of her lips. The bitter taste confirmed that Kumar indeed had mated her. Her vulva was quite distended and my tongue easily slid inside and as it slithered inside more of Kumar's juice came down. From the quantity and the thickness, I concluded they must have finished 30 minutes before I knocked on the door. As my tongue curled upwards and grazed past her clit, she pushed on my head “Oh! Please honey .. “

She doesn't like me to focus on her clit early on.

Then involuntarily she said "It feels so good. Slide your tongue in darling. Please don't mind the taste. I know it is messy."

Malathy must have educated her on the pleasure of having cream-pie eaten out. However, I wasn't sure if Preethi could muster courage to enact it. Perhaps she was just trying to make use of this opportunity. 

"I am on fire; soothe me with your tongue," she moaned.

And for the next 30 minutes I lapped the remnants of her mating with Kumar. She had an incredible orgasm. I had performed oral sex on her several times that spanned for more than half hour but this was perhaps the first time when she became violent and almost strangled me with her legs.

When I finished she pulled me up. I looked into her eyes. Avoiding my eyes she said, “I am sorry about the taste. But it was tremendous for me” meaning the bitter taste of semen. I was mildly irritated that she was only worried about the bitter taste and not the fact that I ended up licking her lover’s semen. I also realized that I just performed what a cuckold is expected to do. Then I consoled myself thinking that was just another way of pleasuring my lovely wife and I had no doubt about my penetration skills. 

"You indeed are on fire," I said moving up on top of her.

"What's up?"

"Nothing I missed you," she said and kissed me. I realized how wide open she was when entered her. I could barely feel her and blurted out, "I can barely feel you". Her face registered a momentary panic before she tightened her pelvic muscles effortlessly realizing the situation. I looked at her lovingly and continued.

"Did I interrupt something when I knocked on the door," I asked. I still couldn't believe I said that.

"Shut up," she said blushing in response.

"Don't ask don't tell policy," she retorted in a teasing manner, reminding me of our tacit agreement.

"There is no harm in breaching it every now and then," I exhaled. I was stroking her very slowly, trying to prolong the session.

"Do you want me to be on top?" she asked and clarified, "You can last much longer that way"

We changed the positions and she rode me; our regular position when we intended to make love leisurely.

"So, how is it going?" I started again.

"What?" she asked feigning ignorance.

"Your relationship with Kumar,” I clarified

"Why do you want to know?" she quipped

"Just curious," I replied calmly.

"This is about sex and not love. I know I am your only love in this life," I said assuring her.

"I want to be so in the next six lives as well," she said giving me tight squeeze with her pelvic muscles. She has become extremely good at this. Then she bent down and kissed me passionately.

Then she asked "What do you want to know?"

"Nothing specific," I said implying that I just wanted to talk.

I asked her "Are you enjoying?"

"It has been sexually fulfilling," she said. I sensed that she was willing to talk.

"Have you been a good mistress?" I asked opening up the subject.

Hearing the word mistress from me alarmed her and she looked at me keenly. When she found that I used the word in a matter of fact manner she relaxed.

"Yes. Lived up the expectations he had from your wife," she answered seductively giving me a good squeeze again.

"What expectations?" I groaned.

"Letting him mount me," she let out between her heavy breathing.

"Every time he had an urge," she added; after a brief pause said, “whenever you were away” I let her lie pass. However, such lies and cheating left scars that troubled me.

"He prefers your wife over his," she started.

"While you were in India, he spent his time mostly with me."

"Malathy didn't mind?" I asked.

"She was happy to let me fulfill her duty," replied Preethi.

"Did you do it a lot?" I asked.

"Yes. A lot more than what we did during our honeymoon or in the first year of our marriage," she clarified.

"Is he better," I asked inquisitively. My penis twitched inside her as I asked this.

"Are you jealous?" she asked a bit taken aback by my question.

"No," I replied calmly.

"It feels a lot better," she said.

"Is he bigger?" I asked hesitantly.

"Much," she smiled and added, "but it is not the size."

"Then what?" I asked.

"It is because I am your wife and his mistress!" finally letting me know that her attraction to Kumar too was after all due to a psychological thrill.

"Isn't it psychological for you also?" she asked.

"Malathy is no match for your beauty," I replied.

"I wasn't talking about you and Malathy."

Preethi gave me a few good squeezes instead of answering the question. It seemed she was contemplating on whether to ask it or not. Perhaps, wondering how to frame the question.

"Do you like this?"

"Like what?" I asked not understanding what she meant.

"My being Kumar’s mistress" she explained

Hearing that my penis almost twitched and it was as if I was about to cum. It was a crucial moment. We never talked about it openly but I knew we would have to one day.

"You do like it. Don't you?" she asked, perhaps guessing it from my reaction before I could clarify that I don’t like the mistress part while I relished her mating Kumar. But then I couldn’t have explained it clearly.

"I can sense it," she said giving me another good squeeze.

"You are on the verge, do you want to prolong it," she asked and without waiting for my answer, she lifted herself up and moved forward to straddle my chest. In the silence we could hear our labored breathing and our racing hearts pumping wildly. And then I heard Preethi say, "Do you want to tell me how much you like it by licking me?" as she slowly slid forward to straddle my face.

I didn't need further encouragement and lapped her. For a woman who had been penetrated twice that night, she was surprisingly wet. After licking her for a few minutes she had one more orgasm. After she relaxed from the orgasm she asked, "Do you want to talk about it?"

"Did you ever fantasize about this?" she asked. I was in a dilemma. I didn't want to be dishonest; at the same time didn't want her to think of her husband was a pervert.

"Yes," I managed to say.

"Did you see it coming?" she asked grinding her pussy on my mouth.

“It was Malathy who sold me the idea” I said.

"And so you are sharing your wife with him," she said teasing me.

"He is reciprocating by sharing his," I countered.

"But you are loaning yours," she retorted.

"Sort of like what the Eskimos did but here the guest is loaning his wife to the host and not vice versa," she said in a conceited tone.

"Why do say that?"

"Malathy told me that you guys do only once or twice a week," she justified.

"Yes. But it has benefited our sex drive," I argued.

"We are more adventurous too," she added.

"I am certain you are a lot more adventurous with him," I teased.

"What makes you think so?"

"Nothing, just a hunch," I replied calmly.

"Does that surprise you or shock you?" she asked teasing me, taking my hard cock in her hand.

"Neither," I replied calmly.

"I am his mistress and do let him take liberties."

"What kind?" I eagerly asked.

"And those privileges are reserved for him," she interjected.

"But that is not fair."

"But I give you some other privileges without even you asking me” she implied her letting me splash over her breasts or even her face that gives me a huge thrill.

"What did you expect? I am your wife not mistress. I want to maintain the decorum of our relationship” she gave me a weak reason for things she does to Kumar.

"How do you see this relationship panning out in future?" I asked turning her attention to the fact that we would be soon moving out.

"I am worried about the future," she exhaled.

"Why? I thought you were enjoying," I retorted.

"I am having trouble with my pills," she exhaled. She had mentioned this to me over the phone couple of weeks back and that her Doctor had recommended considering alternatives.

"We could use other forms of birth control," I reasoned.

"Kumar would never use a condom, if that is what you had in mind."

"And the other forms of birth control are not 100% effective."

"It would only be stupid to engage in sex with such a virile man during my fertile period."

"I understand," I said.

"We should do it carefully, though," I suggested.

"I will use a cervical cap. But it will be effective only if I use spermicidal also. But it will leave a repulsive smell and taste for couple of days. You will not like it" she said. I realized that she had thought through this.

“So are we going to end the relationship?” I asked

“I will be careful and avoid going to their place during my fertile period” she said. In my new job too I had to travel, but lot less and may not exceed a couple of nights a week if at all. She seemed to have already made plans to visit Kumar’s place when I travel.

We ended our session soon and I went to bed thinking about how our relationship had panned out and whether it was the right decision or not. 

The next day we went to Vegas and spent the next three nights in Reno. We had booked separate rooms so that Preethi and I could spend some time with each other, which we did. Ironically, however, she also fulfilled her mistress duties and ensured that Kumar got to dip his stick in her honey pot almost every night.

The first night, I was not keen on spending time in casinos since I was too exhausted with work and desperately needed some sleep so I urged Preethi to head back to the hotel around 10:00 or so. She promised to join later and asked me to go ahead and take a short nap while they gambled a little more.

I knew something was up and didn't hit the bed immediately but waited to see if they came back to the hotel after me. In about 20 minutes, I noticed them enter the hotel. I hated Preethi for preferring to pleasure Kumar on a Friday that was primarily reserved for me. Yet, I was not sure if that indeed was the case; they could have very well decided to head back after I left. Somehow, I strangely desired for Preethi to head to Kumar's bedroom instead of coming back to our room. She didn't disappoint me.

Preethi returned to bed at about 1:00am. She stroked my hard cock as she planted her mouth over mine. I latched onto her lips and kissed her back fervently. After we broke our hot kiss, she said, "Looks like you were dreaming of me."

"I was eagerly waiting for you," I said. I noticed that she hadn't rinsed her mouth and her breath was a little stale. I was sure that Kumar had fucked her when within minutes of our kissing, she pushed my head southwards. It smelled exactly as it did the previous night, except it was not as stale. Her pussy tasted a lot bitter tonight and it felt as if I had tasted a lot more of his cum. I satisfied her with my tongue till she pulled me up and for my session. Preethi seemed to equally enjoy my penetration and rewarded me by a couple of orgasms.

Preethi spent Friday night with me and we indulged in a very long session. We did it again the next morning in the shower.

On Saturday night, Preethi urged me to make an excuse and head to the hotel early so that she could spend some time with Kumar. It was the first time Preethi requested so. She didn't return until very early in the morning and I missed sex with her that night.

That's how we spent our July-4 weekend in the year 2000. It was the first time we had heart-to-heart discussions about our polyamorous relationship, which in reality was more of a polyandrous relationship. 

We moved out of Kumar's place in the next ten days and settled in our new place. As expected Preethi more or less put an end to polyamorous relationship; we met frequently and were still on good terms with Kumar and Malathy.

Kumar and Malathy were disappointed with sudden turn of events. Malathy and I often discussed how much fun we had and how much both of us missed getting together. 

Our lives moved on with Preethi once in a while going to Kumar’s place to warm his bed when I traveled, which was not very frequent. But during the weeks that I didn’t travel which were more often, we were at the bed daily and we both enjoyed tremendously. 

There were occasions when Preethi in hot mood would discuss her episodes with Kumar, not in great detail but cursorily. As days progressed she became comfortable talking about her relationship with Kumar and didn't mind sharing more of the details. It was clear her motivation was psychological -- letting someone other than her husband mount her any and every time was incredibly thrilling experience for her. And if that someone happened to be well-endowed and skilled in the art of making love there is no end to the pleasure one can derive from such a promiscuous mating. To her the icing on the cake was that I approved and even waited for my turn on weekends, at least that's the way she saw it.

But a month down the line suddenly Preethi’s interest in sex waned. She was disinterested in sex and came to me only during the week-ends, just like before. However, during those three nights she was a tigress in bed. I didn’t mind that. It meant more rest for her and time for other things like work-outs. Then the three nights a week schedule became two nights only. Then it came down to one night a week with occasional two nights a week. Still those nights she was explosive as if to make up for the loss and soak up more.

[kamdev99008]

Update 14

Though Preethi’s lack of interest in sex lead to my sex starvation, I did not mind. I thought this is the best way of completely coming out of the open relationship and her obsession to be Kumar’s mistress. No doubt, nine months of her relationship with Kumar had benefitted both of us sexually. But in the long run continuing something like that was not in my agenda. I wanted my loving wife back fully before we start a family. I thought, over a period this lack of interest would wear out and she would become the Preethi that I know before we started the open relationship. 

It was around September when Kumar and Malathy visited us to spend a day with us on a Sunday. Kumar and Preethi went for go-carting. 

As soon as they left Malathy pounced on me like a hungry tigress saying, “God, I missed you so much”

For a moment I thought ‘Should I continue?’ then I justified to myself saying ‘Preethi has not stopped it yet anyway.’

“Me too” I said and we kissed passionately for few minutes. I first started caressing her lovely breasts and kneaded her nipples over the clothing. She pulled her top up, removed her bra in a second and pulled me her breasts rustling my hair. From Malathy’s reaction I used to think that her craving to have children and inability to have makes her react this way.

After quite a while she pushed me down and I waged a war on her nether lips with my tongue. After almost 15 minutes of my ministrations and her multiple orgasms Malathy pulled me up. 

“No wonder Preethi is having a tough time making up her mind. Choosing between your tongue and his manhood” she said in a matter of fact manner.

I ignored her comment and mounted her. As I slid in Malathy let out a loud gasp and I started shafting her. Considering Preethi’s recent disinterest in sex I thought of capitalizing on the chance with Malathy. I continued my penetration for over 20 minutes in different positions and finally ejaculated in her. 

While lazing in the bed after our love making I asked her, “What did you mean by Preethi making up her mind? Where is the question of choice?”

Malathy abruptly said, “Her confusion is to whether continue with your gentle love making forever or succumb to Kumar and complete her mistress responsibilities”

That surprised me.

I had to confide, “Actually off-late Preethi is disinterested in having sex. It is as though her sex drive is gone”

Malathy said, “Quite understandable. She can’t have sex with Kumar. As a result her sex drive would have come down”

I replied, “I thought she is still continuing with Kumar on and off during my travel”

Malathy, “No. She comes only when she is not in her fertile period. Even if she comes during her fertile period she only fellates him”

I said, “But I have discussed this with Preethi and she said she will wear a diaphragm”

Malathy said, “Diaphragms alone are not effective; particularly when penetration is as deep as Kumar’s. She has to use spermicidal also along with it. Spermicidal will leave a repulsive smell and taste for a couple of days at least. Considering you she has not opted for both and avoiding penetrative sex with Kumar altogether.”

I didn’t buy that argument. She was having sex with me at most twice a week during weekends. My travel these days were always in the beginning of the week. If she wanted she could have used diaphragm and spermicidal without affecting our mating. 

Instead I said, “But I thought Kumar is adept in humping her and later off-loading in her mouth,” recollecting both the time I saw them doing it.

Malathy interjected, “Knowing that Preethi is not on pills do you think Kumar would do that? My inability to bear his children has fired him more”

I had to comment, “I never thought he will be so blatant” and stopped without saying anything.

Malathy filled up for me saying, “He is an inconsiderate bastard. But that is a known fact anyway. It is Preethi you should worry about”

“You mean her loss of sexual libido? It’s ok. I guess she will slowly come out of it” I said

Malathy said, “Anand, you are so naïve. No doubt her libido has suffered due to her frustration. But she cannot resist for long. That is what you need to worry about.”

I asked her, “What do you mean?”

Malathy, “She will eventually succumb to Kumar’s advances and allow him to mate her during her fertile period and let him impregnate her”

I was momentarily stunned.

I said, “But she does not want to have children”

Malathy clarified, “A woman’s deepest desire is to mate her alpha-male during her fertile period and get impregnated by him. Pregnancy and child-birth are actually side effects that they do not think of when consumed by the desire”

I asked, “Do you mean to say that all along she wanted to get impregnated by him? Even when we were with you and she was on pills?”

Malathy said, “Yes. The pills actually came in the way. But she could not stop them. Now that the doctor has advised to stop it, her desire has flared up”

I mused, “She never shared this with me”

Malathy said, “Come on Anand. How can she openly tell you that she wants to get impregnated by Kumar even if she craves for it?”

I raised my doubt saying, “If her desire is to get impregnated she can always tell me and we can have kids. She never wanted to go through pregnancy. She went to the extent of agreeing to adopt couple of kids. If she has to bear, then she wanted to have just one kid that too when she is nearing thirty”

Malathy said, “All that would have been before her mating with Kumar. I am sure she has a burning desire to get impregnated by Kumar. She loves you so much that she does not want to tell you and hurt you.”

I sat dumb-founded for quite a while. ‘What has Preethi become?’, ‘Does she want to have someone else’s child?’, ‘Did she ever think of consequences?’ Questions filled my mind.

Malathy understood and allowed the silence continue for a while. Then she said, “Please do not confront her. What I have told you is my reading of the situation. Actually I am surprised that her frustration should affect her so much. Even if she cannot have access to Kumar you have always been there. And never did she say that you are bad in bed. In a normal situation any woman in heat would have opted for the second best male around. Unless .. “ She stopped and looked at me deeply.

I asked, “Unless?”

Malathy continued, “Unless her craving to get impregnated by Kumar is so much that she does not find you as an alternative. In that case she will avoid sex with you fearing impregnation by you. That also explains loss of sexual libido but only with you”

That was a like a slap on my face. She sensed it and said, “I am so sorry Anand. I wanted the open relationship primarily to control Kumar’s activities elsewhere. I saw Kumar targeting her and Preethi also to be eager. I never foresaw such a consequence. I am sorry” 

Though she sounded genuine I was angry at her manipulations. I could not help but telling her in a stern tone, “I am sorry to say this Malathy. I think you were fully aware of the consequences and in fact steered Preethi to it, right up to cuckolding me”

Malathy said, “I knew you were there in the bathroom the other day and I brought Preethi there since you were there. I never steered Preethi in to getting impregnated by Kumar. I only wanted to see how keen she was. If she was keen I wanted you to be aware of it. That too, you must clearly remember by asking just one question and not dwelling on it further”

I said, “I also remember you referring me a passive cuckold”

Malathy gave a long explanation saying, “Yes I said that. I don’t deny. I said that because cuckoldry was the most logical manner both your fantasies can last. I never thought you will move out so abruptly and I wanted both of you to be happy being with us. As time passes your fantasy may wane while her desire to mate Kumar will continue. If that happens then we are back to square one of Preethi cheating behind your back. Likewise as time passes Preethi’s guilt feel would have increased. Cuckoldry in practice is not what you see or read in pornography. Wherever it is practiced it is done so to enhance the mutual pleasures of the couple. It is the most logical next step to your fantasy. By informing Preethi about your fantasy I helped her to feel less guilty. I felt her primary objective to mate with you was always to thank you for allowing her to mate Kumar. Instead I wanted to divert it to the mutual love between you two. It was never to demean you or humiliate you. I also know how much Preethi loves you and adores you that she will never humiliate you on purpose. In fact I later went to the extent of educating her on how to engage in minor teasing that I am sure will excite you and flare up your libido”

Though I was satisfied with Malathy’s reply I had to admit to her, “But my fantasy as you said has really started waning” 

Malathy interjected, “But Preethi desire has not reduced in any manner. What are you going to do?”

I said, “I am confused”

Malathy said, “Let us not jump to conclusions. Preethi has gone out with Kumar. If her desire to mate Kumar is so much then her proximity to him will fire up her libido. And I think she is in her fertile period now. From Preethi’s reaction you will know tonight. Also you will know if she allows you to impregnate her”

I said in a dejected tone, “Either ways I feel cheated”

Malathy said, “Lust can do many things” and exhaled.

And we ended our conversation there.
 
Later at night as we both went to our bedroom Preethi headed to the bathroom. After a while she came and hugged me from behind and planted a kiss on my neck. Her hands caressed my body and ever so lightly sneaked underneath my shirt. She caressed my body lovingly; her hands felt my taught stomach muscles before moving up to my well-shaped chest. And then she squeezed my chest (as if they were breasts) first gently and then viciously. She had picked up this nasty habit from Kumar as he had abused her breasts a lot during our stay at their place. It was perhaps one of the reasons why her bust size significantly increased during our stay. She played with my nipples a little, which I always enjoyed, before moving her hand inside my pajamas to seize my stiff member. She jerked the way Malathy did; mostly while disallowing me to mount her. Preethi's this new act could have been interpreted as a novelty but to me it was clearly a way of humiliating me. I asked surprised by her new behavior, "What has gotten into you?"

"Lust!" she whispered into my ear.

"For whom?" I asked quickly suggesting her as well. In past we had several such intimate and hot conversations with full of innuendo but Preethi never played along, she always tolerated it. Preethi had frankly admitted, on a number of occasions, that she had immensely enjoyed the time she spent with Kumar. However, she never tantalizingly mentioned it in our conversations. To her it was just another fact -- similar to the fact that Malathy had difficulty in accommodating him. This time she didn't hesitate and whispered into my ear, "Lust for my lover," as her thumb massaged the knob. I turned a little to kiss her and she returned my kiss. She kissed forcefully, stroking me with her tight fist. Breaking the kiss she completed her response, "who is in the next room."

"Pity that he is not at his rightful place," she whispered again, ever so slowly jerking my manhood. I had admitted to her several times about my fantasy. Though I have seen her mating Kumar I never shared that secret with her and quite a few times mentioned that I am eager to see her mate Kumar. She too had opened and given me details of their mating. Though she never once mentioned about her rim-jobs, she had mentioned about swallowing his load and his humping her mouth. Now she was not just participating but seemed to extend horizons of our relationship by talking about Kumar while we were mating. All through her talk I noticed she was looking into my eyes to see if I am getting uncomfortable at any point. 

"It doesn't matter, though," she said after a few moments.

"He must be blissfully asleep after dumping his load in my mouth," she said ever so lightly, her voice only trembling a little.

"Did you taste it," she asked, her voice returning to normal tone. I didn't know how to respond and only managed to ask, "Really?" I asked hesitantly, pretending to be disinterested.

"Here," she said leaning for a kiss, "try again." And without much hesitation I accepted her kiss. While I was kissing her, I wondered if she really performed fellatio on him and if so where?

"Not yet," she asked after breaking our prolonged kiss.

"Perhaps you should try to see if he left something down there for you," she added casually, pushing me to kneel down in front of her. She scooted forward and pulled my face into her pelvic region. She wasn't wearing her panties, which was unusual if she had indeed been mating Kumar. Her lips were wet and didn't belie her state. Driving my tongue through her a few times, I figured out that she had not mated Kumar. She laid back and lifted her legs over my shoulders and said, "Eat it out to your heart’s content." 

And then for the next forty-five minutes I was on my knees satisfying her with my tongue. She had two orgasms in the first thirty-five minutes but she never lifted her legs from my shoulder and every time I tried to rise, she forced me down with her legs. This was unlike Preethi, who rarely insisted on such a long foreplay. In the last leg she did something even more unusual and unexpected. As her second orgasm subsided, she pushed me further below clearly indicating that she wanted me to perform anilingus. I promptly complied. 

Having satisfied her completely, I moved on top of her and kissed her forcibly and despite having climaxed couple of times, she responded fervently. She was not done yet with her teasing and asked me if I had tasted Kumar’s load. To my utter surprise I quickly responded, "No but I wish I could," and kissed her again. Her hand quickly moved down to my erect member. I slid down next to her to give more access to her.

Our kisses were unusually wet, sloppy and extremely passionate. Breaking the kiss she said, "Perhaps he shot it right inside my womb." Her hands were busy jerking me very delicately and all the talk was now exciting me so much that I started to pump in and out of her fist.

"He breaches the narrow corridor of my cervix often," she said.

"Many a times he is deeply wedged inside my cervix while spewing his baby making sperm," she added in her seductive voice looking for a response in my eyes. In the faint light of our bathroom passage she could only sense my reaction. However, the frantic pumping underneath conveyed what she was enquiring about.

"Could he have impregnated me?" she asked innocently, reaching out for my lips. I kissed her passionately and very soon moved on top to mount her. She spread her legs and asked, "Where are the condoms?"

A rhetoric question! She immediately fished out one from our bedside table. Reluctantly I pulled it on top of my rock hard member that was longing to feel the insides of her. 

"Just in case," she said as I slid myself into her.

"I don't want to risk it."

"Although, I might already be pregnant," she said emphasizing that Kumar had the privilege of taking her bareback. Not sure what it was -- whether it was the humiliation or a sense of competition -- but it fueled my desire to quench her thirst. I never had much doubt in my ability to satisfy a woman. I shafted her at a rapid pace as I thought about these things. Preethi certainly was enjoying our intense session; she was continuously moaning and grunting every time I rammed all the way into her. A few minutes into it, she raised her legs and placed them on my back and pulled me into her. As my rhythm slowed down, she said, "Slow down."

"Easy," she breathed out.

"I want you to last at least half as long as he lasts," she added again nonchalantly. It inflated my desire to shaft her as long as I could but given very little room I resorted to kissing her forcibly and she responded passionately. Then I started nibbling her nipples bending myself down to which she always responds gasping. I got the desired response. I was eager to continue shafting her -- her use of pelvic muscles was making harder for me to control my ejaculation. Breaking the kiss she said, "I can see that you enjoy having your wife entertain well-endowed men."

"Perhaps, I should invite him over every weekend." She eased the pressure and let me freely shaft her; realizing perhaps that I wouldn't hold on for much longer. I noticed in the watch that it has been over fifteen minutes since I started shafting her. Unfortunately, even my best timings couldn't beat Kumar's worst ones. Kumar's quickies would last thirty to forty-five minutes, the bulk of which would be Preethi's foreplay on Kumar and then fifteen-to-twenty minutes of humping. Determined to please Preethi for as long as I could, I tried varying the pace and rhythm to postpone my ejaculation and after about another eight minutes I climaxed. Preethi hugged me very tightly as if were unloading in her.

"That was terrific," she exhaled.

"Looks like all the talk fired you up," she added.

"I knew you were making it up all along," I responded.

"I bet you wished it was all true," she said slapping my butt.

"Of course, it drives me crazy," I responded.

"I am glad," she said, "I made you wear the condom."

"I wonder how much you would have ejaculated if Kumar indeed had mounted me," she added.

"You were pretty excited too," I retorted.

"You made me eat you for more than forty-five minutes!"

"I can't help it," she shrugged, "He has that effect on me."

"If he were to force himself upon me then I would have no choice but to accept him."

"Condom or no condom," she emphasized.

"After all I was his mistress," she justified.

Her burning desire to mate Kumar was very evident. However I was yet to find out if she wanted to be impregnated by Kumar. She had been talking so freely. I guessed sometime through this night she will admit so and later justify that she said that to excite me. 

We slept soon after that. Without doubt, this was our best session yet. Despite her lack of interest in sex off-late, we had certainly alleviated our relationship to the next level. Preethi understood my fantasy and even accepted it as normal behavior. I wondered if she had indeed made out with Kumar in our laundry room. Our laundry room is secluded and hence that couldn't be ruled out. It was possible that she could have fellated him as she wasn't dilated at all.

Her last few words vindicated Malathy's suggestion. Although we had discussed about her making out with Kumar, his impregnating her was never implied. Preethi rarely shared her fantasies, although she always confessed that her excitement comes from illicitness of the acts involved. Kumar's oversized equipment and his insatiable libido only heightened her pleasure.

Her sudden active interest in playing along in my fantasies raised a few doubts. I wondered if she will ever break off the affair. The thoughts troubled me and I couldn't sleep well. I woke up suddenly around 1:30 am with thirst. Not surprisingly, I had an erection that needed attention but I turned to the more urgent need.

Returning to bed I snuggled next to Preethi and planted soft kisses on her neck. She was fast asleep and didn't respond. I moved my hand to her exposed rear and squeezed her tenderly. Very slowly I slipped my hand in the narrow space between her thighs to reach her bud. She was fast asleep and was oblivious to my movements. However, as I gently massaged her and rubbed my manhood between her legs, she started responding and was wet in no time. In her moans I heard her whisper, "Oh Kumar!"

"I thought you would never come," she mumbled. I still wasn't sure if she was awake or asleep as she didn't make any move. I continued kissing her neck and then slowly moved to her earlobes. She squirmed as my tongue traced her earlobe but didn't turn back and only spread her legs further and mumbled, "Mount me!"

"Impregnate me..." she moaned. I was stunned to hear that but thought she was only playing. Preethi was practically sleeping on her stomach with her legs splayed open providing enough access. I didn't waste much time and mounted her from behind and with hardly any effort drove myself into her. This was the first time I took that way. I found this position harder, primarily because I had no practice. It could have been compensated had I been longer enough to keep myself embedded inside her while shafting. Very soon Preethi was moaning. However, having ejaculated only a few hours earlier, I was in no mood to finish so soon. Malathy's words were still playing in my mind. Moreover, I just realized that I was taking her bareback in her fertile period. I wanted to prove that I was being worthy of impregnating her. It was an incredible feeling, although Preethi didn't respond, except for her moans. After about fifteen minutes of nonstop humping, Preethi said, "Let's change positions."

Without thinking I changed into our regular missionary style and started humping her again. I leaned to kiss her but she refused and pulled me further and tongued my earlobes. I knew she would resist, fearing her stale breath. As I pumped her hard, trying to match Kumar's virility, she whispered, "You are so good today."

"I almost thought it was Kumar." This excited me to great extent and I pumped her hard for another five minutes before shooting my sperm deep inside her. As we regained our composure after another wild session she playfully patted on my butt and said, "You devil."

"You too want to sow your seeds?" she said.

"You too?”

"Who else?" I asked her surprised by her remark. 

It seemed as if I had caught her in the act. She didn't react but was a little uncomfortable before asking a rhetorical question, "Who else?" "Kumar!" she answered it herself.

"You never told me about this?" I acted surprised.

"What is there to tell?" she asked.

"In case you haven't realized, your wife tends to have such an effect on men she meets with," she added with a nervous laughter.

"Now, get off," she said, "Let me wash; otherwise you might really make me pregnant."

The thoughts about Kumar making out with Preethi while I slept next to her intrigued me. I wondered if Preethi was just playing along or was she in the middle of a dream. Anyway, having spent myself twice that night I couldn't worry too much about it and quickly dozed off. I woke up pretty early with a stiff erection -- partly due to inflated bladder and partly due to Preethi's lips wrapped around my member. It was a pleasant wakeup call and perhaps very first time Preethi woke me up that way. Finding me awake, she said, "You might as well return the favor," and moved on top of me into 69-position. I didn't need much encouragement and tongued her pink lips that had retracted back to their original shape. 

Out of the blue I thought how much distended her lips would become after delivering Kumar's child. Yes, I thought "Kumar's child". I couldn’t believe myself. ‘Is my mind playing games with me?’ I asked myself.

I pleasured her with my tongue and even licked her puckered hole. Preethi was in hot mood as she deep throated me effortlessly and even fingered my rear that drove me crazy. However, having spent myself twice I wasn't even nearing point of ejaculation even after Preethi frantically sucked on me for over 20 minutes. She, though, climaxed pretty soon. Finally, she gave up and said, "Looks like you would take too long," and left me unsatisfied.

"I would be late for work," she justified as she cleaned herself up before heading out to kitchen for her breakfast. It was only 6:15 and didn't understand her rationale since she had two hours. I didn't take much time to sleep again and woke up in an hour. I freshened up myself and was about to step out when Preethi entered the bedroom and silently behind my back stepped into our bathroom. I grabbed her from behind and almost pinned her to the bathroom door and kissed her neck softly.

"You didn't finish what you started," I softly whispered to her.

"What do you want?" she retorted quickly and added, "We have done it thrice already." She very reluctantly turned around to face me but didn't directly look into my eyes. I sensed something was wrong but couldn't guess what. As I moved into kiss her she evaded my lips and said, "You don't want to kiss me now." Her looks told me she was guilty but of what I wondered. Did she do it with Kumar in the morning? Was she late because of that; it was 8:25 right now.

"If you have to know," she seductively said, cupping my hard erection with one of her hands.

"I was busy with my lover!" she softly whispered looking into my eyes. I didn't hesitate and quickly responded, "What makes you think that would deter me?"

She smiled seductively and said, "I said because it would encourage you." And very soon our lips locked and we passionately kissed each other again. For a moment I thought she had indeed been with Kumar but then realized that she was just playing along as she did last night. After a little foreplay she complained that she had to hurry up or she would be late. I teasingly complained, "You never thought about it while doing with him."

Puzzled with my question she thought for only a moment and then retorted, "Well..."

"I am his mistress."

"And if I don't mate with him during my fertile period, how will I become pregnant?" she said casually. That statement of hers did it for me and I ravaged her right at there. She was late for her work by half an hour and she ensured that I wore condom before I mounted her to further humiliate/titillate me. We showered together for a change and in the shower she joked about our new role play in the bedroom. Preethi agreed that she had immensely enjoyed the previous night and agreed that it indeed spiced up our relationship. 

Upon probing further she reluctantly admitted, "I feel ashamed to say this but sometime I miss having sex with him."

"Then why are you not having?" I probed further.

"I can't handle the pills anymore and Kumar would never use a condom," she replied softly.

“You said you will use a cervical cap or diaphragm” I probed further

“Then I have to use spermicidal also. You will not like it”

I had to corner her saying, “Honey, anyway our frequency has reduced so much. You could have been with him even last Monday and Tuesday that I was travelling using both diaphragm and spermicidal as we were in bed only on Saturday night. By then I would not have smelt or tasted it. What stopped you?”

I received her silence as answer.

“Tell me honey. What is your hesitation?” I probed

"He wants to impregnate me,” she whispered blaming Kumar. I had to now take her head on and ask her, “Do you want it?”

She avoided my eyes completely her face reddened guilt-ridden. She whispered, “He has that effect on me”

I was not planning to leave it at that, “I asked if you want to be impregnated by him”

She was a little more confident now and replied, “That’s what I said. He makes me feel that way” and buried her face in my chest.

I didn’t know what to say. She became even more confident from my silence and said, "That’s why I avoid visiting them in my fertile period"

Preethi left but I continued to shower contemplating about her affair. By then I was sure that it is nowhere near ending. Preethi was only concerned of her desire to be impregnated by Kumar and felt vulnerable around him. It seemed fairly certain to me that he would nail her sooner or later. Preethi was quite intent on postponing her pregnancy until she was nearing thirty, which meant five more years. Kumar, however, would have a five year window and even if Preethi succumbs to his advances once he will definitely impregnate her.